#mr sassy pants core

[yourmomsawh0r3]

Spoiled

pairing: tyler owen’s x f! rich girlfriend reader

warnings: NSFW, 18+

Tyler stepped into the luxurious penthouse, his body aching from a day of chasing storms. The adrenaline still coursed through his veins as he called out, "Y/N? Baby, I'm home."

Y/N sauntered into view, a vision in black lace and silk. Her curves were accentuated by the exquisite Chanel lingerie Tyler had gifted her. With a coy smile, she approached him, her hips swaying hypnotically.

"About time you showed up, storm boy," she purred, her tone playfully sassy. "I was beginning to think you'd rather cuddle with a tornado than me."

Tyler's eyes darkened with desire as he pulled her close. "Watch that mouth, princess. You know I always come back to you."

His strong hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against his body. Y/N could feel the heat radiating off him, his muscles taut beneath his stormchasing gear. She ran her manicured nails down his chest, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Oh? And what are you going to do about it, Mr. Owens?" she challenged, her voice a sultry whisper.

Tyler's response was swift and decisive. In one fluid motion, he lifted her off her feet, eliciting a surprised gasp from Y/N. He carried her to their kingsized bed, the silk sheets cool against her skin as he laid her down.

"I think it's time I reminded you exactly who you belong to, princess," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

With a predatory smile, Tyler began trailing kisses down Y/N's neck, his stubble grazing her soft skin. His hands roamed her curves, savoring the feeling of the expensive lingerie beneath his fingertips. Y/N arched into his touch, her breath quickening with anticipation.

"Tyler," she whimpered, her earlier sassiness melting away under his ministrations.

He paused, looking up at her with dark, hungry eyes. "Yes, princess? What do you want?"

Y/N bit her lip, a blush creeping across her cheeks. "I want... I want you to taste me," she whispered.

Tyler's grin widened. "As you wish."

He slowly made his way down her body, leaving a trail of heated kisses in his wake. When he reached the apex of her thighs, he paused, his hot breath fanning over her most sensitive area. Y/N squirmed, desperate for his touch.

"Remember, baby girl," Tyler murmured, his voice husky with desire. "You're mine. All mine."

With that, he dove in, his tongue exploring every fold and crevice of her intimate area. Y/N's back arched off the bed, a loud moan escaping her lips as pleasure coursed through her body.

Tyler's skilled tongue worked its magic, alternating between long, slow licks and quick flicks against Y/N's most sensitive spot. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as waves of pleasure washed over her.

"Oh god, Tyler!" she cried out, her body trembling with each expert stroke of his tongue.

Tyler hummed against her, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her body. He gripped her thighs, holding her in place as he continued his relentless assault on her senses.

Y/N's back arched off the bed, her toes curling as she felt the familiar tension building in her core. She was close, so close...

"That's it, princess," Tyler murmured against her slick folds. "Come for me. Show me who you belong to."

With a final swirl of his tongue, Y/N shattered, crying out Tyler's name as her orgasm crashed over her. Tyler continued his ministrations, guiding her through the waves of pleasure until she collapsed back onto the bed, panting and trembling.

Tyler slowly crawled up Y/N's body, his eyes dark with desire as he took in her flushed cheeks and heaving chest. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch gentle despite the intensity in his gaze.

"You're so beautiful when you come undone for me, princess," he murmured, his voice husky.

Y/N's lips curled into a satisfied smile as she reached up to cup Tyler's face. "Only for you, storm chaser," she purred, her earlier sassiness returning. "Now, are you going to fuck me senseless or what?"

Tyler's eyes flashed with hunger at her challenge. "Oh, you asked for it, baby girl," he growled, positioning himself between her thighs.

With one powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, causing Y/N to cry out in pleasure. He set a relentless pace, his hips snapping against hers as he drove into her again and again.

Y/N's nails raked down Tyler's back as she met him thrust for thrust, her body arching off the bed to take him deeper. The room filled with the sounds of their passion skin slapping against skin, breathless moans, and whispered endearments. "Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good," Tyler groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. He gripped her hips tightly, angling them to hit that sweet spot inside her with each powerful thrust.

Y/N's head pressed back into the silk pillow, her mouth falling open in a silent scream of ecstasy. "Tyler... oh god, Tyler!" she cried out, her body trembling beneath him.

"That's right, princess," Tyler growled, his pace never faltering. "Tell me who you belong to. Who makes you feel this good?"

"You, Tyler! Only you!" Y/N gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as another wave of pleasure crashed over her.

Tyler's lips curved into a satisfied smirk. "That's my good girl," he praised, leaning down to capture her lips in a searing kiss.

The intensity of their passionate encounter continued to build as Tyler and Y/N moved together in perfect synchronicity. Tyler's strong hands gripped Y/N's hips, guiding her movements as she writhed beneath him. The air was thick with the scent of their lovemaking and the sound of their breathless moans.

Y/N's fingers tangled in Tyler's hair, pulling him closer as she felt the familiar tension coiling in her core. "Tyler, I'm so close," she whimpered against his lips, her body trembling with every thrust.

Tyler's eyes locked onto hers, dark with desire and something deeper. "Come for me, baby," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "Let me feel you fall apart."

With a few more perfectly angled thrusts, Y/N shattered, crying out Tyler's name as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her inner walls clenched around him, pulling Tyler over the edge with her. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, groaning her name as he spilled himself deep inside her.

For a moment, they lay there, tangled together and panting heavily. Tyler pressed gentle kisses along Y/N's neck and collarbone, murmuring words of love and adoration. Y/N's fingers traced lazy patterns on his back, her body still humming with residual pleasure.

As they basked in the afterglow, Tyler gently brushed a strand of hair from Y/N's face. "You're incredible," he murmured, his voice filled with awe and adoration. Y/N smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief and satisfaction.

"Not so bad yourself, storm chaser," she teased, tracing her fingers along his jawline. "But don't let it go to your head."

Tyler chuckled, pulling her closer. "Wouldn't dream of it, princess." He glanced at the clock on the nightstand and sighed. "As much as I'd love to stay here all night, we've got your father's CEO banquet to attend."

Y/N groaned, burying her face in Tyler's chest. "Do we have to?" she whined, her voice muffled against his skin.

Tyler kissed the top of her head. "You know we do, baby. Come on, let's get ready."

With reluctance, they disentangled themselves from each other and the silk sheets. Y/N sauntered to her walkin closet, her hips swaying enticingly. Tyler watched her go, a smirk playing on his lips as he admired the view.

Y/N emerged from her closet, a vision in a long, formfitting gown that hugged her curves perfectly. The dress shimmered under the soft lighting, accentuating her flawless skin. Underneath, she wore another set of exquisite lingerie, a secret known only to her and Tyler.

As she approached Tyler, who was now dressed in a sharp, tailored suit, she felt a delicious warmth between her thighs a reminder of their passionate encounter still lingering inside her.

"Ready to go, handsome?" Y/N purred, her eyes raking appreciatively over Tyler's form.

Tyler's gaze darkened as he took in Y/N's appearance. "You look absolutely stunning," he murmured, pulling her close for a deep, possessive kiss. "Let's show them who the real power couple is."

Hand in hand, they made their way to the elevator, both acutely aware of the intimate secret they shared beneath their glamorous exterior. As the doors closed, Tyler leaned in to whisper in Y/N's ear, "Remember, princess, you're all mine even at this fancy banquet."

Y/N shivered with anticipation, knowing the night was far from over.

As the elevator descended, Y/N felt a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through her veins. She glanced at Tyler, admiring how handsome he looked in his tailored suit. His strong jaw was set with determination, eyes focused ahead as if preparing for battle.

"Nervous?" Tyler asked, catching her gaze.

Y/N smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Me? Never. Just wondering how long we'll have to stay before we can sneak out."

Tyler chuckled, his hand squeezing hers gently. "Behave, princess. Your father's counting on us to make a good impression."

The elevator doors opened, revealing the opulent lobby of their building. As they stepped out, heads turned to admire the striking couple. Y/N held her head high, feeling Tyler's reassuring presence beside her.

As they made their way through the lobby, the click of Y/N's heels echoed against the marble floor. Tyler's hand rested possessively on the small of her back, guiding her towards the waiting limousine.

The chauffeur opened the door with a respectful nod. "Good evening, Ms. Y/N, Mr. Owens."

Y/N slid into the plush leather seat, her dress rustling softly. Tyler followed, his thigh pressing against hers in the intimate space. As the car pulled away from the curb, Y/N felt a delicious warmth spread through her body, acutely aware of Tyler's lingering essence inside her.

"Remember," Tyler murmured, his breath hot against her ear, "no matter what happens tonight, you're mine."

Y/N shivered, a mix of anticipation and desire coursing through her veins. "Always," she whispered back, her hand finding his in the dimly lit interior of the limo.

As the limousine glided through the city streets, Y/N nestled closer to Tyler, her head resting on his shoulder. The warmth of his body and the lingering sensation of their earlier encounter sent shivers down her spine. She placed her hand on his thigh, her touch both possessive and teasing.

"So, Mr. Storm Chaser," Y/N purred, her voice low and sultry, "think you can handle a different kind of tempest tonight?"

Tyler's eyes darkened with desire as he turned to face her, his hand cupping her cheek. "Baby, I can weather any storm you throw my way," he growled softly, his thumb tracing her lower lip.

The tension between them crackled like lightning, the air heavy with unspoken promises. As the limo approached their destination, Y/N straightened up, smoothing out her dress and checking her reflection in a compact mirror.

"Ready to dazzle them, princess?" Tyler asked, his voice a mix of pride and excitement

“With you by my side, I’m always ready.” y/n said

As Tyler made his way to the bar to fetch drinks, Y/N stood elegantly by a pillar, her eyes scanning the opulent ballroom. Suddenly, a suave gentleman approached her with a charming smile.

"Excuse me, miss. I couldn't help but notice you from across the room. Might I have the pleasure of your name?" he asked smoothly.

Y/N offered a polite but distant smile. "I'm flattered, but I'm here with my boyfriend," she replied firmly.

The man persisted, leaning in closer. "Surely he wouldn't mind if we just chatted?"

Meanwhile, Tyler returned with the drinks, his eyes narrowing as he spotted the scene unfolding. A surge of possessive jealousy coursed through him as he strode purposefully towards Y/N.

Tyler's jaw clenched as he approached, his eyes fixed on the man leaning towards Y/N. Without a word, he slid his arm possessively around Y/N's waist, pulling her close.

"Everything alright here, babe?" Tyler asked, his voice low and dangerous.

Y/N leaned into Tyler's embrace, relief washing over her. "Just fine, honey. This gentleman was just leaving."

The suave man's smile faltered as he took in Tyler's imposing presence. He nodded curtly and retreated, disappearing into the crowd.

Tyler's grip on Y/N's waist tightened. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "Bathroom. Now."

Without waiting for a response, Tyler guided Y/N through the ballroom, his hand never leaving the small of her back. They slipped into a luxurious private bathroom, Tyler locking the door behind them.

Tyler's eyes blazed with jealousy and desire as he backed Y/N against the marble countertop. His hands gripped her waist, fingers digging into the silky fabric of her gown.

"You're mine," he growled, his lips crashing against hers in a passionate kiss. Y/N melted into his embrace, her arms wrapping around his neck as she returned the kiss with equal fervor.

Tyler's hands roamed Y/N's body, hiking up her dress to reveal the lacy lingerie underneath. He broke the kiss, his breath ragged as he took in the sight of her.

"Turn around," he commanded, his voice husky with need.

Y/N complied, facing the ornate mirror above the sink. Tyler pressed against her back, his hardness evident through his suit pants. His fingers traced the curve of her spine, sending shivers through her body.

"Baby," Y/N whimpered, her hips pressing back against him.

Tyler's hands slid down Y/N's sides, gripping her hips tightly. He pressed his lips to her neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses along her sensitive skin. Y/N tilted her head, giving him better access as she moaned softly.

"Tell me who you belong to," Tyler growled against her ear, his fingers digging into her flesh.

"You, honey," Y/N gasped, her body trembling with anticipation. "Only you."

Tyler smirked, his hand sliding beneath her dress to caress her inner thigh. "That's right, princess. And don't you forget it."

In one swift motion, Tyler pushed Y/N's dress up around her waist, revealing her laceclad bottom. He groaned at the sight, his hand coming down in a sharp smack against her flesh.

Y/N yelped, her body jerking forward. "daddy, please," she whimpered, her voice thick with need.

Tyler's fingers deftly slid Y/N's lace panties to the side, exposing her wet folds. He teased her entrance, eliciting a desperate whimper from Y/N.

"What do you want, princess?" Tyler murmured, his breath hot against her ear.

Y/N gripped the edge of the marble counter, her knuckles turning white. "You, Tyler. I want you inside me. Now."

With a low growl, Tyler unzipped his pants and positioned himself at her entrance. In one smooth thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, both of them groaning at the sensation.

"Fuck, princess," Tyler hissed, his hips starting to move in a relentless rhythm. "You feel so good."

Y/N bit her lip to stifle her moans, acutely aware of the party continuing just outside the bathroom door. The thrill of potentially being caught only heightened her arousal.

Tyler's pace quickened, his fingers digging into Y/N's hips as he pounded into her. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the small space, mingling with their heavy breathing.

"Look at yourself," Tyler commanded, his voice rough with desire. "Look in the mirror and see how beautiful you are when you're falling apart for me."

Y/N raised her eyes, meeting Tyler's intense gaze in the reflection. The sight of them together, clothes disheveled and faces flushed with passion, pushed her closer to the edge.

"Tyler, I'm close," she whimpered, her inner walls clenching around him.

"Come for me, baby," Tyler growled, his thumb finding her sensitive bundle of nerves. "Show me who you belong to."

With a few more wellaimed thrusts, Y/N shattered, biting down on her lip to muffle her cry of ecstasy. Tyler followed soon after, burying his face in her neck as he spilled himself inside her.

They stood there for a moment, panting heavily, before Tyler slowly pulled out. He helped Y/N straighten her dress, pressing a tender kiss to her lips.

"Ready to rejoin the party, princess?" he asked with a mischievous grin.

Y/N smirked, running a hand through her tousled hair. "After you, Mr. Owens."

As Tyler and Y/N emerged from the bathroom, their faces flushed and clothes slightly disheveled, they were greeted by the vibrant atmosphere of the ongoing banquet. The grand ballroom buzzed with activity, filled with the soft clinking of champagne glasses and the murmur of conversations.

Y/N smoothed down her dress, a mischievous glint in her eye as she glanced at Tyler. "Think anyone noticed our little... absence?" she whispered, her lips curving into a sly smile.

Tyler's hand found the small of her back, his touch possessive yet gentle. "Let them wonder.” he murmured, his voice low and husky.

hope you enjoy bb’s <3

[littlerosetrove]

Give Kenneth Choi an Emmy! I’m not asking!!

My initial Spoiler Thoughts (as I was watching) for 7x6 ✌️

I laughed so much at the bachelor party stuff. Eddie and Buck share one brain cell istg. “Let’s get an Uber!” 😅 At their core they are best friends and it shows. 🩷

Eddie “we’re fire fighters” and then kicks in a door. 🤠 Hey if the Buckley parents are footing the bill on that disaster room, then fine with me!

Screw you Mr Buckley. His name is Buck, he’s told you this before. Only Maddie and Tommy are allowed to call him Evan.

Chimney didn’t want a bachelor party and I’m with him. Buck should have listened, but tfgvhjbkbhj Chimney described Buck as “like asking a dog to stop humping your leg” or something. 💀 Realistically and logistically they’d have the party like a week before the wedding and not literally the night before.

Buck is straight (heh) up a bridezilla. We knew, but oh my god hahahaha. 😆

Sassy Tommy. “They had henley’s in the 80s.” <3

So the Buckley parents wanted the big wedding for Maddie. She let them go with it, but she and Chimney wanted something small. Hmmm.

JESUS. DOUG SCARE. OH MY GOD!!!!!

Yessss more Maddie and Hen scenes please.

Chimney is sure of Maddie if nothing else. 💕💕

So Chimney was infected by someone, and could die if not treated. Oh my god can he and Maddie catch a break??? (this is a drama, so gotta put them all in situations i know)

Please give Kenneth Choi all the Emmys. I’m so serious.

I cried every time Kevin was on screen. =((((((((

Kevin: “You invited me, remember?” me: ahhhhhhhhh

Chimney went “home” to the Lees when he couldn’t remember anything else. 🥹

Mr Buckley doesn’t deserve to walk Maddie down the aisle, but if it’s what Maddie wants, then she deserves it.

Awww Jee-Yun was the flower girl and she was wearing pants with hearts on the knees.

Tommy rushed to the hospital for Buck first and foremost. That kiss though!!!!!!!! “That fire was a beast.” “So are you.” Hellooooooo!! 🔥

Pfffft well that’s one way to announce you have a boyfriend Buck. Soot all over his (lower) face and neither he nor Tommy bothered to wipe it off. 😏

Wait, did Hen say “it’s about damn time”? Did she know or have suspicions Buck isn’t straight???? 👀

Eddie’s plus one at the hospital wedding was his Abuela, he’s so real for that. She actually matters gvhjbjbh.

Screw you Mrs Buckley. I saw that judgy face when seeing Buck with a man.

Damn, excellent job by the editors in this episode. It all went by rather quickly, but that’s because the whole episode was so engaging. The pacing was brisk, but not rushed either.

Another well balanced episode of having highs of silliness and laughter, and then having plenty of serious moments. That’s skill.

Really enjoyed this episode! 🙂 Still kinda processing it all, but Maddie and Chimney are married y’all!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️

[blaneycore]

kyle ratios nascar. real not fake.

[calpalirwin]

My Boy, My Girl

Summary: Caroline and Luke celebrate a year of marriage.

A/N: Projection of the fact that my own wedding anniversary is today.

Content: Bit smutty, bit soft

Word Count: ~800

And away, and away we go!

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It’s a trail of clothes leading from the front door up to the bedroom, and a bruising kiss on smirked lips. It’s an escaped giggle of anticipation and expectation as Caroline’s back finds the mattress. Luke’s not far behind, his lips trailing a path down her jaw and neck, suckling in dark marks as he hovers over her, trapping her underneath him.

“What’re you laughing at?” Luke rumbles, tracing a thumb along her lips still quirked in a smile.

“Nothing,” Caroline breathes, her lips moving over his thumb. “Just really love you.”

“Really love you too,” is the reply as he moves slowly down her body, his own sliding off the bed until his knees hit the floor. His teeth nip into the inside of her thighs as his fingers twist at her nipples. 

Her startled gasp gets stuck in her throat as his tongue licks slowly at her center. “Fuck, Lu,” she pants, one hand flying to her hair, the other to his.

He picks up the speed, her fingers tangling in his blonde locks, and his rough facial hair scratching along her inner thighs. Her pants and moans bounce off the wall and just when her fingers tighten their grasp, he pulls away.

Her groan of disappointment switches into a sharp intake of air as he pushes his cock into her with no warning, his thumb pressing down on her clit. The words, “Sorry, baby, couldn’t take it anymore,” are breathed into her ear and his lips are brushing against hers, his other hand running along her neck. “This what you wanted?” he taunts, tightening his grip on her just enough to earn that hitched moan from her that he swears is really just a sexy giggle laced with dirty thoughts. 

He can feel her swallowing under his thumb as she nods her head before giving him the actual answer of “Mhm. Yes. Fffuuuuck.”

His thumb comes off her clit so he can put her legs up over his shoulder to thrust in deeper. He barely gets his hand under her knee, before she’s doing it herself, dragging his hand back to her core. “Someone’s needy,” he chuckles darkly, giving in to her wordless command. 

“Know what I like.” She gets the sassy quip in before her next moan breaks free. “Fuck!” Her fingers reach for him, alternating between dragging softly down his face and scraping across his back and chest. Her lips are wherever her hands aren’t, needing to feel him responding to her the way she is to him; grounding herself to the moment rather than the blissed out cloud she knows is coming. She loves her cloud, but she’s not ready for it. She needs more. She needs to... “Luke!” It’s a hiss of frustration as contact is lost. “Stop teasing me.” It’s a scolded warning, and a whimpered plea rolled into three words.

“Needed another taste,” his voice calls out to her from between her thighs.

Caroline’s fingers bunch up the sheets around her. Her legs wrap around his shoulders, pulling him further in as she grinds down on Luke’s tongue. And just like before, he’s gone again. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ…” She can’t hide her agitation if she tried.

“What? What’s wrong?” His blue eyes search her brown ones, pushing slowly back into her and checking her response. “Do we need to switch positions? Am I grabbing you too hard?”

As he starts to pull out, Caroline pulls him back in. “Need you to make me cum, Lu,” she tells him through gritted teeth. 

Whatever concern he had quickly changes into a devilish look. “Well, fuck, baby. Why didn’t you say so?” Each word is a thrust and his smile grows as her mouth drops open to moan but all she can come up with is silence. “Fuck, you’re so tight and wet around me,” he praises, one thumb running circles over her clit, the other dragging along her cheekbone.

Her eyelids flutter shut as he increases his pace, but she’s quick to snap them open, their gazes locking as whimpered profanities leave her lips before the scream of “Luke!” echoes around them. “Fuck,” she pants, her chest heaving, every part of her feeling light as a feather.

“That’s my girl.” His praise is a half grunt as he chases after his own high. “Is that what you wanted? To cum all over my cock?”

“Mhm,” she eggs him on, wrapping herself tighter around him. “Cum for me, Lu,” she coaxes in his ear, and her eyes are full of lust and love when they find his. “C’mon,” she further encourages when his hands tighten on her hips and his head tilts back.

“Care,” is the breathy call of a release spilled onto her stomach.

“That’s my boy.” Her fingernails scrape along his scalp as he falls next to her.

“My girl,” His voice is muffled as he nuzzles into her neck.

“Mmm, I love being your girl.”

“And I love being your boy. But you know what I love even more?” He pulls away to stare deeply at her with those seas of blue. 

“What’s that?” she smiles at him.

“That you’re so much more than just my girl, Mrs. Hemmings. Happy anniversary.”

“Happy anniversary, Mr. Hemmings.”

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The Hand That Feeds (Michael Langdon x fem reader)

Summary: You’re Michael’s pet at Outpost 3, accustom to obeying all of his rules. But today you’re desperate and Michael hasn’t been pleasing you much lately. You get punished by a jealous Michael after trying to hook up with another gray. 

Warnings: SMUT, dirty talk, dom/sub, jealousy, daddy kink, wrist binding, boot licking, piss play, oral sex (female & male receiving), slapping, little bit of rimming (female receiving), fingering (anal & vaginal), anal sex, choking, hair pulling, bit of fluff at the end, sassy reader, mean michael.

Word count: 5.5k

A/N: ok sjksjskjs this one might not be for everyone… 

1) read the warnings carefully if youre squeamish and dont like dirty stuff lol im just being upfront. 2) jim is jim mason, i wanted to give you guys a 2 in 1 fling. youre welcome. & 3) this came kinda late cuz i was BUSY w sugar daddy stuff this week lmao ! so i hope there arent too many grammar errors !! 

enjoy, sluts <3

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You lean against the corridor wall, routinely surveying the area for Venable’s impending scrutiny. One of your close confidants, Jim, another gray, leans with you. He stands only a few inches away from you, so close that you breathe each other’s breaths. Since you’ve laid eyes on him you suspected he would be trouble. You liked the freckles that dotted his nose, the way his brown hair swooped over his forehead, and how he looked at you like you were the only person in this hellhole that mattered. You knew you weren’t supposed to be flirting with him, you knew Langdon would be mad, but fuck it. Langdon stayed cooped up in his office for most of the day, you were bored of waiting for him to sweep you off your feet and fuck you until you couldn’t walk. Everything is always on his terms, but you are getting desperate, you need some spice in your life.  

You mindlessly twirl a stray hair that fell from your unattractive bun when talking to Jim. You two laugh and smile all the time, beating around the bush because of Langdon’s strict rules. You grab Jim’s hand; his baby blue eyes wander around the corridor before accepting your palm. “Have I ever told you how much I appreciate you?” you ask him. His eyes shyly fix to the ground and a smile inches across his face. “I’m serious, I don’t know what I’d do here without you.”

“Me too. If Langdon takes you and leaves me…” he trails off.

“Hey,” you crouch down to find his eyes. His light eyes fix on yours and you feel a tingle wash over your core. “I don’t even want to go with him,” you lie. Even if Langdon is the most hot and cold asshat here, he somehow cast his spell on you. You hate how much of a hold he has on you. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t take me.”

“How will you do that? Everybody knows you’re his little pet,” he leans his head against the wall in defeat.

“Because of this,” you whisper, standing on the tips of your toes to reach Jim’s lips.

He closes his lucent eyes and kisses you back. His soft lips collide into yours, they feel like everything you’ve imagined. After a moment, he pulls away from your embrace and his eyes dart around the room. “You’re fucking crazy,” he laughs. “We’re both dead if we get caught.”

“Would that be such a bad thing?” you question with a shrug.

He responds by pulling you into another kiss, crashing his lips into yours with passion. You continue kissing him and slowly walking him into one of the empty rooms in the corridor. He staggers backwards into the room, both of you smiling at his fumble.

Each kiss gets stronger and deeper, only parting to rip off your apron and let down your hair. His hands run down your back, pulling you against him and kissing your neck. A small moan escapes your lips and you feel a light giggle on your neck, sending chills throughout your body. Your fingers comb through his thick hair and you pull his head back to kiss his lips once more.

Jim unzips your gray dress and it falls to the floor, exposing your grim bra and panties. The grays didn’t get many lingerie choices, you all had to wear cotton and polyester undergarments. None of it mattered to Jim, though. He is just as ravenous as you, he only wants what’s underneath the ugly clothes. You take off his top and smash your lips into his, reaching for his pants. He’s beginning to unhook your bra when somebody clears their throat behind you.

You both jump, immediately shielding any exposed skin, until you realize who it is. He sucks all the air out of the room and everything goes still. “Y/N,” Langdon says between clenched teeth, his tone much lower than usual.

You cross your arms over your chest, standing in front of Jim so he won’t get any of the heat. “Mr. Langdon,” you respond with the same vitriol. Langdon hated when you got sassy, you know that, but you don’t care. What’s he going to do?

He peers around your shoulder and you extend your arm, hoping he won’t see who you were engaging with. Langdon rolls his eyes at your poor attempt of protecting Jim’s identity and addresses him calmly, “John, perhaps you should leave now.”

“Jim,” he responds with a waver in his voice. Your heart sinks when Jim talks back to him. You can deal with punishment from Langdon, but you didn’t want anything bad to happen to Jim.

“Jim,” Langdon repeats. “Leave now and be thankful if I don’t burn your soul to a fucking crisp.” You’ve never seen Langdon this angry and you have to admit, it’s kind of hot.

Jim stands up and squeezes your hand tightly before leaving. He brushes past Langdon, exiting the room with his clothes in his fist. Langdon stays in the doorway, hands behind his back as always and chin tilted up to assert dominance. You don’t back down; you stay silent waiting for him to say his piece. You’re not going down so easily this time.

“You’re a stubborn pain in my ass, you know that?” he finally breaks the silence. “People in this outpost are on their hands and knees trying to secure a position, offering everything they can just so I could spare their lives. All the girls throw themselves at me, they wish I could secure a position for them like I did with you. Hell, even most of the men. They wish I could fuck them the way I fuck you,” he seethes.

“So why don’t you,” you bite back. You’ll do anything to get him riled up now, this is weeks of built up rage.

He wears a slight smile, quite clearly trying to camouflage his anger. “Put your dress back on and meet me in my office,” he orders, turning on his heel to leave.

“No,” you reply stubbornly. He stops and turns back to look at you. You walk up to him, challenging his supremacy with each audacious step. “What are you gonna do, Langdon? Hm? Spank me?” you ask in a mocking tone. “Punish me? Burn my soul?” you keep going to get him annoyed, but he wears an amused smile now. His eyes drawing to the ceiling to avoid giving you the spotlight, this only makes you want to dig harder. “I find it hard to believe you’re the antichrist,” you whisper inches from his face, “because half of the time you can’t even fuck me right.”

His haunting gaze closes in on you, you got his attention. “Is that right?” he asks, stone-faced. You slowly nod your head, questioning what kind of beast you woke up in him. His eyes look darker, even his expression looks much more sinister.

Langdon grabs your wrist, tightening his grip and you don’t fight it. He pulls you even closer to him, your feet shuffle until they trip over his Margiela boots. He tightens his grip again and you gasp at the sudden pain. You would never tell him to stop. “You like being punished, don’t you?” he quizzes, a glimmer of hilarity in his serious attitude. “That’s why you were whoring it up with that guy, right? Because you want me to punish you?”

You swallow hard, feeling a numbness take over the hand he grips so snugly. “It would add some excitement,” you reply coyly, all your confidence dissolving before your eyes.

“Look at you. A dog with all bark and no bite,” he spits, a small breathy laugh followed after. “Y/N, if you wanted to be treated like a dirty fucking whore, then why didn’t you just tell me?” he asks, making you jump when he curses. Even if he is mad, it’s turning you on. You can feel yourself soaking through your panties. “I’ll treat you like one,” he whispers.

Langdon drags you out of the room by the wrist he’s holding with a death-grip. Your heart drops at how urgent he’s handling the situation. “W-what are you gonna do to me?” you ask apprehensively.

“Oh, you wanted excitement!” he yells loud enough for the whole outpost to hear. He lets go of your wrist, throwing you into his room and locking the door behind him. You aid to your wrist, expecting a wicked bruise to flourish tomorrow.

He grabs your arm, again having a firm grasp, and pulls you into him. He holds your face in his other hand, making sure you keep your pleading eyes on his. “Do you want this?” he asks in a whisper. “Does the dirty slut want to be punished?”

You try nodding your head in his tight grip. “Yes, daddy,” you breathe.

He lets a modest smile slip before returning to his controlling demeanor. “Show me,” he commands and lets go of you. He promptly unhooks your bra and you slowly slide it down your arms. Covering up your nipples until the bra is completely off and exposing them to him, putting on a little show as usual. He still doesn’t look entertained. “I thought you wanted excitement,” he teases.

You bite your tongue from saying anything hurtful. “I do,” you answer. “Do whatever you want with me, daddy.”

He slides his jacket down his shoulders and steps closer to you. Your nipples harden with the gust of wind and he takes advantage. He pinches both of your nipples in between his fingers, squeezing the hard peaks. You moan at his sudden touch and arch your back to invite more. He notices this and twists your nipples, sending a searing pain throughout your breasts. You recoil only for a moment, but once the immediate pain subsides, you welcome more of his punishments.

He twists them again, harder this time and you take in a sharp breath, ruggedly letting it go when he releases your nipples. He gives a rough smack to your perky tits, causing more pain through your chest. You let out a nervous laugh with the second smack. Langdon’s never touched you like this before, he was always so gentle, you never knew he had this in him.

He pulls you back into him, and ravages your lips with his. Shoving his tongue into your mouth and tasting your lips with each smacking kiss. His hands crawl down your back, reaching your hideous panties. He pulls the cotton, wedging the garment between your ass and you gasp. Just like when he pinched your nipples, for a moment it hurt, then it felt unbelievably good. He pulls away from the kiss, biting on your lip hard enough to draw a bead of blood.

Langdon undoes his belt and yanks it from his waist. “Turn around,” he says, pushing you the other way. You obey his orders, turning around and waiting for your next command. He takes both of your wrists behind your back and bounds them tightly in his belt, squeezing your, already wounded, wrists so tight that you’re unable to move either of your hands. “How’s that?” he asks.

“Tight,” you answer with a slight chuckle.

He tightens them even more and you wince. “Good,” he responds sourly. “Now, I want you in a position you’re familiar with,” he whispers, his lips shaving the shell of your ear. You feel the hairs on your neck stand up, he’s driving you crazy. “Get on your knees.”

You conform, turning around to face him and getting on your knees, trying to balance yourself without your hands. You look up at him with big eyes, marinating in the hypnagogic moment. Even if you tell everyone it’s a drag, you adore being Langdon’s pet. You love having him dominate you, it’s the only thing that’s kept you sane in the outpost lately.

“I bet you want to taste me now, don’t you?” he asks.

You suck on your bottom lip, moistening them up for him. “I want your cum, daddy,” you nod.

“I bet you’re salivating just thinking about it,” he continues. He wears a condescending smile that negates his words. “But dirty whores don’t get daddy’s cum,” he scoffs. “They lick daddy’s shoes.”

Your eyes travel down his body to his boots. Wired to follow his orders in a heartbeat, you lean down to his leather Tabi boots. They’re quite an unusual design, with a cut in the toe to look like hooves. You run your tongue along the soft leather of his boot and kiss the tip his big toe occupies. You continue licking the top and he lifts up his shoe, exposing the sole. As soon as he lifts it, you look up at him for conformation, he doesn’t budge. There is minimal dust and dirt on the bottom, not too much to complain about. After a second of hesitation, you put your tongue flat on the sole and lick up all of the accumulated filth from the bottom of his shoe. “Good girl,” he encourages. You make sure to clean up every inch and swallow all of it before stopping. He puts his shoe back on the ground and raises an eyebrow, impressed with your commitment. “Now the other shoe,” he orders.

You begin licking the leather again, starting with the little divide in the shoe and working your way out. He lifts up his shoe again and you lick the soles once more. Negligently washing his expensive shoes with your tongue until they’re pristine. You sit up on your knees when you’re done, maneuvering the grime in your mouth and trying to swallow any remnants. “Such a good little whore,” he smiles. “You need something to wash down that dirt, don’t you?”

You nod your head again. “Yes, daddy. I do,” you admit. The feeling of sandy dirt still contaminating your mouth.

He unzips his dress pants; the bulge of his erection bloats in his boxers. “You’re lucky I’m feeling generous right now,” he taunts.

Langdon pulls out his erect cock, his length always takes your breath away. No matter how many times you see his dick, it’s always surprising to see how long and thick it is. His father truly did bless him in every possible aspect.

You open your mouth and bring it to his dick, getting ready to suck the tip, but he pushes you back. “No, no, no,” he buzzes. “Lean your head back and open your mouth.”

You do as you’re told, leaning back and opening your mouth. You stick your tongue out of your mouth and he positions himself above you. Holding his hardy cock in his hand and aiming his hole at your face before splashing out a warm fluid.

You close your eyes to avoid any stinging. The liquid spatters onto your face and gets in your hair, making your whole head wet in a few seconds. Once the salty substance hits your tongue, you know that he’s urinating on you. He aims it closer to your mouth and you open wider for him to release into you, using you like a public restroom.

“How’s this for a punishment? Exciting enough for you?” he presses. You swallow everything that he leaks into you, washing down the dirt from his sole with it. It surprises you that the taste isn’t unpleasant, you actually enjoy him using you like this. 

His stream gets quite weaker, but you devour every drop he gives you. “Such a nasty girl, goddamn,” he says with a laugh. He stops urinating on you and you swallow the last bit that was in your mouth, finally opening your eyes to a surprised Langdon. 

You wipe away some of the urine near your eyes with your shoulder and lick the remains around your lips. “So good, daddy,” you respond sweetly. A slight smirk crosses his plump lips, you can tell he’s proud of you. Proud of his little pet for abiding the rules for once.

He leans into you, his hard cock grazing your lips. You open your mouth, inviting his pink tip in, and suck any leftover urine. You run your tongue over his tip and look up at him, batting your lustrous eyes. He rolls his eyes back when you ram his whole cock into your mouth. Bobbing your head back and forth, not daring to disrupt his pleasure even if you feel yourself choking.

You pull your head back, feeling his length escape your throat. A white string of saliva connects your lips to his dick when you pull away and you suck up any excess saliva you produced. You can’t help but give the head of his impressive cock one more suck before finishing off.

He pulls you up by your shoulders. You stand on your toes to kiss him, but he pushes you backwards onto his bed. You land on your wrists, almost forgetting that he had bound them earlier. He zips himself back up before moving onto the bed with you. You move your arms up, trying to spin your tightly tied wrists, but they don’t comply. They hang off of the bed, while the rest of your body is laid out for Langdon’s consumption.

He starts down by your ankles, giving open mouth kisses on both of your legs until he reaches the insides of your thighs. He kisses the insides, getting slower and wetter the closer he gets to your pulsating core. He lifts up both sides of your panties and lets them go, slapping them onto your hips. You instinctively buck your hips at the sudden slap, then smile at his teasing. He takes both sides again, this time pulling them in opposite directions and ripping your panties in half with minimal effort. You gasp at his aggressiveness. He gasps too, mocking yours.

He sits up over you. One of your thighs threaded between his. He looks down at you, gorgeous blonde hair spilling over his shoulders. He rubs one warm hand over your hot clit, finally feeling his touch is so liberating. He grips your face with his other hand again. “Are you having fun?” he inquires, still rubbing you languidly.

“Yes,” you answer, squirming under his touch.

He stops rubbing you for a moment and you loudly sigh from the loss of contact. He slaps your throbbing cunt and you let out a sharp shriek. He smacks it harder and you groan, curling your toes in agony. You move your head to the side and bite your arm to cope with the pain. “Good,” he says lowly.

He rubs your clit again and you take a deep breath in, still biting down on your arm to not make noise. He rubs faster and harder, issuing a moan out of you. He stops again and you bite hard, feeling a tear roll down the side of your face. You stop biting your arm and glance at him with begging eyes. “Please don’t stop,” your voice falters.

Your pleading falls on deaf ears, his expression doesn’t change. He slaps your throbbing pussy again, getting another yelp out of you. He slaps it harder and you cry out a mangled groan. He keeps smacking your sensitive cunt until it’s puffy and swollen. “Please,” you beg again. He gives one hard slap and you yell loud enough for everybody in the outpost to hear.

He leans in close to you. “Do you wanna come?” he asks, hovering his hand over your cunt. You try nodding your head in the grip of his hand and fail, he slaps your pussy again. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes!” you exclaim. “God, yes. Please I want to come.”

He lets go of your face and moves down your body, running his tongue through the valley of your breasts, down your torso, and all the way to your crotch. He spits on your folds; you feel his warm spit travel down your pussy. He licks it up, the feeling of his tepid tongue on your vagina makes your heart skip. He licks again, starting lower. Then again, starting from your asshole up to your clit. “Michael!” you yelp, his tongue still venturing where it never has before.

He sops up your already drenched pussy and lubes up your asshole with his heated saliva. He slowly inserts two fingers into your pussy, and one into your ass. You take a sharp inhale when he does this, you’ve never had fingers in your ass before.

He starts working your holes, starting slow and steady. His fingers inching in deeper, the metal of his rings adding a pleasurable coolness to your sweltering cunt. He pulses his fingers inside of you, hitting them up against your g-spot. You can already feel yourself coming undone, but you fight to keep yourself together. His tongue licks your clit and you moan, unable to hold it in anymore. His tongue pulses to the same rhythm as his fingers, speeding up at the same time.

The lower half of your body feels completely disabled. Your legs are trembling and your feet are pointed from holding in your pleasure. You grind your hips on his face, his light blue eyes peer up at you, begging for your cum. You’d give anything to unbind his makeshift handcuffs and run your fingers through his soft hair.

You don’t hide it anymore, you let out all your moans. He notices you’re unravelling and takes the opportunity to fuck you harder. Pulsing his fingers inside your holes vigorously and slurping up your dripping pussy. His aggressiveness makes your cunt go numb, and it feels like your world stops. You dig your nails into your hands, aching to touch him. A few yells getting caught in your throat, holding them in in fear someone will burst in screaming bloody murder. “Oh my god,” is all you can manage to mutter through your endless moans.

Langdon laughs, a wave of his hot breath washing over your pussy. “God can’t fuck you like this,” he disputes with a devilish grin. You can’t bring yourself to amuse his joke, you feel yourself coming on him.

Your hips move wildly against his face, grinding yourself against his moist tongue. Nails digging into yourself harder than ever. You cry out his name along with deformed moans, trying your best to stay quiet, but failing miserably. “Langdon! Fuck!” you heave in between solid breaths. You’re both on the same wavelength, he fucks you just how you want him to, just how you need him to. With one hard plunge, you let out your last groan. Your juices spilling onto his fingers and he licks it up, sticking two of his fingers into his wet mouth and sucking you off of him.

“This one’s for you,” he whispers, crawling up to you and sticking his third finger into your mouth. You taste yourself on him, this is the one that was in your ass. It doesn’t have much flavour, it’s rather sweet if anything. You suck it right off of his warm finger, tasting the sweetness of your ass mixed with the saltiness of his finger. “Want more?” he asks.

You nod your head, out of breath from his gratification. “Yes,” you concur, “please give me more, daddy.”

He smiles, he likes when you beg him. “Of course you do,” he responds, “So gluttonous. I bet you want to me to fuck you right now, don’t you?”

You eagerly nod again. “Hard, Mr. Langdon.”

He leans over you, the back of his hand caressing your cheek tenderly. His warm fingers contrast with the cold metal rings that fit each of his fingers, goosebumps instantly line your skin. “I just need to remind you of one thing,” his lips graze yours.

The temptation to reach up and kiss his full lips is unbearable. “What’s that?” you whisper back.

“I don’t share,” he chastises. Your heart drops hearing the hatred possessing his tone.

He moves away from your face. Finally undressing himself, he rips his expensive shirt, the buttons clink against the floor as he starts zipping down his pants. You lay back, watching him unclothe himself with big eyes, waiting for him to unsheathe his shaft. You take the moment to appreciate his beauty, and damn he has a lot of it. 

He pulls down his pants and fishes in his boxers when his eyes connect with yours. He cocks his head to the side, taking his hand out of his underwear. “A little privacy,” he smirks, grabbing your legs. He rapidly spins you around so you’re laying on your stomach, the wind gets knocked out of you from astonishment. You wonder how he had the strength to do that.

You feel his weight leave the bed. His warm hands guide your hips towards the ceiling. You prop yourself on your elbows the best that you can with bound wrists. He pushes your legs apart, your knees shaking from nervousness. You feel his hands grab a handful of your ass and you push it out more for him. He lets go and gives a hard slap on your ass, forsaking a delicious sting. You gasp at the sudden pain. “That’s for disobeying me,” he scolds.

You catch your breath, stunned by his hostility. “I should disobey you more often,” you quip.

He slaps your other cheek in response and you gasp again. You feel a depression in the bed behind you and your breath hitches in your throat. His hand resting on your lower back, you feel him drag his rounded tip along your wet folds. “I think you forgot who you belong to,” he sneers. You feel him add pressure on your hole, he spits on his cock, “I think you forgot who your ass belongs to.”

He rams his tip into your asshole and you take in a sharp breath, your hands instinctively reaching to grab him, but unsuccessful from their inability to move. Your upper body falls limp onto his bed. Both of his hands grab your sides as he slowly glides his hard cock into your ass, spitting again for extra lubrication. All of your words get caught in your breath; it feels like he’s intruding, but you don’t want him to stop.

He’s in deep when he abruptly stops. “Relax for me,” he instructs. You let out a wavered deep breath, his warm hands soothing you, running up your back. In your next breath, you let everything out, all of your jitters and tension, stress and timidity, it all withers away. He moves into you deeper and you finally feel the pleasure. A moan slips from your lips and he grabs a fistful of your hair.

He pumps in and out of you, gradually speeding up the more comfortable you get. “Mr. Lan…” his name dies on your lips and your eyes roll to the back of your head. You bite your lip to keep from moaning. “Fuck me,” you whine.

He yanks your hair back and slams into your ass, you pant as he tugs harder. You let out a few pornographic noises and an animalistic groan escapes his lips. “Do you think he’d fuck you like I do?” he snaps, pulling harder, “Do you think he’d take you in the ass? You belong to me.” You let out a laugh, unapologetically entertained by his jealousy. At least it shows he gives a fuck about you.

When he hears your laugh, he sadistically drives himself into you harder, your laugh cut off by a cry. The acute pain is immediately consumed by thrill, your heart pounding with excitement. “Oh yeah, daddy,” you sigh. His pounding gets more intense, he lives for your praise. “Fuck me harder, I’m all yours.”

He relentlessly pulls your hair back and brutally fucks you. Pumping into your ass, the only sound in the room is your skin slapping against his and muffled moans. Both of his rough hands wrap around your neck and your moans get caught in your throat. He tightens his grip, your heart drops. Even though you trust him, Langdon has always been unpredictable. It crosses your mind that he may kill you, but in some sickening way that turns you on. The harder he squeezes, the wetter you feel yourself getting. Your cunt dripping onto his bed, you want to leave a big mess for him.

“Who do you belong to?” he asks. Your words get caught in your throat and you stifle a moan. He does one hard thrust into you, squeezing your neck even more, cutting off your breath. “I asked, who do you belong to?” anger rising in his voice.

“You,” your voice is strained. “I belong to you.”

He eases on his grip and you take in a deep breath, drinking in the air you were deprived. “That’s right,” he breathes, “you’re all mine.” He doesn’t give you a minute to catch your breath before ramming your tight hole even more. You’re greedy for more, pushing your ass against him and shoving him inside you deeper. You feel his leg lift onto the bed, brushing against the back of your thigh. He holds your hair in one hand and your side in the other.

Langdon starts fucking you harder than before. Every time you think he’s being ruthless, not holding back, he upstages himself, vehemently pounding his stiff cock into you. You aren’t intelligible anymore, unable to construct a sentence, unable to say a goddamn word. Orgasm overtakes you. Langdon raises your leg and you fall onto your side, finally able to look at him. His hooded eyes stare down at you as if reasserting his overt dominance.

His stone face breaks, his nostrils flare and he releases a low grumble from his chest. Both of you groaning at the same time with each thrust. He becomes as incoherent as you are. You feel yourself coming on him, only able to yell out your moans to absolve your pleasure. Your soaking pussy gets wetter with each plunge into you.

You fight to scream, but it gets caught in your throat. A final moan pours out of you, your juices spilling all over him as you come on his leg. Langdon continues fucking you until his thrusts get sloppier, his usual reluctance to show emotion is being corrupted by his unyielding moans. His restless technique getting clumsy as you feel him fill up your hole with his seed. His body contorting before sluggishly dropping onto you, exhaling his orgasm with a light grunt. Both of you dripping sweat and fervently catching your breaths, coming down from the ecstasy. His hands scramble to unbind your wrists and you throw his belt to the side, rubbing the sweat from your wrists.

He pulls himself out of you and rolls onto his back, laying on the bed next to you. You feel his cum pouring out of your ass, swiping a bit of it from your hole and licking the salty liquid off your finger. Langdon breathes out a laugh and rolls onto his side to planting a warm kiss on your lips. When he pulls away, his hand stays cupping your cheek, your hand on his. “Did I hurt you?” he questions.

A smile spreads on your face, this is the caring Langdon you’re used to during sex. “No,” you answer, drawing circles on the back of his hand.

“Good,” he sighs. He lays on his back again and lets out a deep sigh. You throw your arm around his body and he pulls you close to him. Your head fits under his arm and he brushes his fingertips against your back, making little figure-eights on your shoulder blade.  

His heaving chest grows steadier with each breath, as does yours. He kisses the top of your head and pulls you against him tighter as if he’s afraid you’ll leave. You hear him take in a breath like he’s about to speak, but he doesn’t say a word. You stay in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the stillness and absorbing everything that just happened.

“Will you ever leave me?” he breaks the lull.

Your heart drops to your stomach. “What do you mean? Why are you asking that?” your voice is hoarse.

“Because you’re all I have,” he sighs.

You fight back the itch to look up at him, instead rubbing circles on his chest with your hand. “I won’t leave you,” you promise. You don’t want to leave him, even if he’s constantly hot and cold, there’s something charming about his temperament.

You feel him exhale and allow yourself to look up at him. You rest your chin on his chest and he looks down at you with a smile, moving some of the hair glued to your forehead behind your ear. His eyes find the ceiling and his face turns neutral as he persists to graze his fingers down your back. You lay your head on his chest again, hearing his temperate heartbeat. In moments like these, it’s hard for you to recall that Langdon is the spawn of Satan. He seems so warm and fragile.

“Y/N, you’re all mine,” he croaks.

You can’t suppress the smile that creeps across your face. “Okay.”

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Smexy 700′s: Unexpected

Hello, hello friends. I’m excited to embark on a whole new adventure with all of you *wiggles eyebrows*. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Summary: When you take a prank war too far, Bucky decides to teach you a lesson.

Word Count: 1114

Warnings: Well, it’s smexy stuff so probs 18+ (Edging, unprotected vaginal sex, fingering, oral -- female receiving) 

It started innocently enough, as all stare-offs do, but had somehow escalated into the feud of the century. In an attempt to get to know the former Winter Soldier a little better, you had challenged the one-armed man to a friendly stare off during game night, almost as a joke. It was your one unique talent to be able to go several minutes without blinking. 

Little did you know, Bucky Barnes’ competitive edge meant this challenge was the first of many, in his various attempts to claim ultimate victory over you. Most of the Avengers who still lived at the towers were sick and tired of you and Bucky’s shenanigans. After the stare-off, it was a challenge in who could take the most shots (Bucky), who could run the fastest (you), who could win the most sparring battles (Bucky). 

When most physical challenges were exhausted, the feud went to all-out prank war territory. From orange juice switched out for ginger juice to purposefully sabotaged laundry, life was slowly spiraling out of control. 

It was mostly a ruse, on your part, to elicit any sort of interaction with Bucky -- outside of the angry exchanges after a prank, Bucky barely spoke more than one word at a time to you, often answering in grunts or nods. For him, it was a genuine threat to his “manhood,” as he had explained to Steve. 

Neither you nor Bucky would admit defeat in this increasingly ridiculous (and, by Steve’s characterization, “CHILDISH!”) squabble. That was how you found yourself in the air vents of the towers, lowering stink bombs into Bucky’s room from the ceiling. 

Later in the evening, from the safety of your own room, you hear Bucky swear before screaming your name. Your ears followed a path of stomping to your door and was immediately followed by knocking that probably would have destroyed a less sturdy entryway. 

When you open the door, Bucky rushes past you in his rage. He’s practically foaming at the mouth from anger. When he turns to face you after you close the door, you notice his face is red, jaw and fists clenched, chest huffing, making the tight fabric of his iconic red henley stretch deliciously over his toned body.

You lick your lips in satisfaction and fix your face into a smug and sultry stare at the angry man.

“You think this is funny, doll?”

He never failed to use that endearment with you, even when you tested his patience and wits.

“Actually, I do, Mr. Barnes. Don’t you?”

A steely silence that takes over and consumes the room. Bucky is speechless at your audacity and lack of shame. Once the shock of your words recedes, the Avenger stalked over to where you were standing, backing you into the wall and towering over you. He raised his arms to trap you in front of him.

“You’ve taken this too far, darling -- you have two choices now: either apologize or face the consequences of your actions.”

You pretend to think about the proposition for a couple seconds before leveling your gaze to say, “I have nothing to apologize for.”

Before you could launch into another sassy sentence, Bucky crushed his lips into yours. The kiss was heady and hard -- all teeth and tongues.

When he pulled back, he leaned in close to whisper in your ears, “Then I guess you’ll just have to take what I give you.”

You immediately found yourself thrown onto your bed, Bucky crawling in after as he somehow simultaneously pulled off your pants and his own shirt. Once all clothing was ripped off, he began his attack.

There was no pretense or warning. The Avenger immediately trapped your thighs in his arms before diving into your core. It was too much all at once and you tried to shift away, but Bucky held fast.

“No, no, no, doll. This is what I’m giving you.”

Instead of a build up, Bucky went straight to your clit, licking and sucking with fervor, dragging a near-painful orgasm from you. Your body went limp, shivering from the pleasure with your eyes closed. When you opened them, Bucky was hovering over you with a smirk, long hair ticking your face before he dipped for a kiss, making sure you had a good taste of yourself.

His metal hand reached up to play with your breasts, alternating between tweaking your nipples and massaging your breast. When he pulled away, the hand moved to grip your hair, holding your head as his mouth moved down your neck to your breasts.

Again, the former winter soldier put his mouth to good use, leaving deep love bites across your chest and sucking on your nipples until they were sensitive to the touch.

As Bucky busied himself with marking you, you squirmed beneath him, pulling on his hair and bucking upwards trying to get the upper-hand on the man. 

After a particularly rough tug on his long locks, Bucky took a moment to look up at you, again smirking in satisfaction. Your eyes had taken on a distant glaze from the overstimulation.

“Not so mouthy now, are ya doll?” Bucky rasped out.

“Gonna be a good girl now, huh? Gonna take my cock in your pretty pussy?”

You could only nod meekly at his questions.

Bucky lifted himself to his knees, slowly stroking himself before lining himself up and watching his cock disappear into you.

He let out a deep groan once he was fully seated, taking a moment to enjoy being inside of you. Your walls quivered delicately around him as he began moving. 

Bucky set a slow pace, dragging himself almost completely out of you before thrusting, full-force, back into you.

After a couple minutes, you began to whine as a plea for more.

“What do ya want, doll? Gotta tell me,” he chuckled out.

Bucky moved a hand down to circle his thumb around your clit, thrusting in time with his fingers. He began to pick up his pace, only to slow down every time he felt those tell-tale signs from your quivering pussy that a second orgasm was cresting. He did this several more times before tears began to slowly leak out the corner of your eyes in frustration.

After the fifth near-orgasm, Bucky, to your surprise, pulled out completely and began to dress himself, tucking his red, hard cock right back into his pants.

“What are you doing? Where are you going?”

“Back to my room to jack off," Bucky grunted out as his hand reached out to your door handle.

You stare at him bewildered.

“Your move, doll. I find this rather funny. Don’t you?”

Bucky walked out, knowing he had won.

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We Three Queens

Title: We Three Queens

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Cas x Reader x Dean, Crowley x Reader

Other Characters: Sam, Jack, Balthazar (mentioned)

Square Filled: Exhibitionism for spnkinkbingo and Stripper AU for fluff bingo

Tags: Drag Queen AU, Stripping, mutual masturbation, exhibitionism, m/m, mfm, oral (male and female receiving), m/m anal, dirty talk, language, student/teacher role play, anal

Word Count: 3,988

Betas: @67-chevy-baby, @impalasutra , @risingphoenix761 

Written for: @spnkinkbingo & @spnfluffbingo

A/N: This story includes mentions and descriptions of what I think the gang would look like and behave if they were drag queens.  I love going to and watching drag shows both on TV and in person.  I am also a member of the LGBTQA+ community myself and I mean zero hate or disrespect with writing this fic.  I have the utmost respect for the performers and their craft.  The names that I have chosen for the performers are based off their character in Supernatural.  If these are the names of real drag queens, this is purely coincidence.

You knew tonight was going to be busy, but you were not prepared for the mass of customers waiting outside the club.  It was the first Saturday of the month and that meant that it was drag night at The Bunker.  The Bunker was a little bit of everything: a strip club, a bar, and for one Saturday a month a drag show.  The club was a safe haven for the local LGBTQA+ community in Kansas as well as everyone else that walked through the door.

The drag show started at 10:30 and the clock in the dressing room read only 8:45.  You had another dance to do in five minutes, so you touched up your makeup and made sure your outfit was in place.

You made your way onto the stage as the first few beats of your song pumped through the speakers.  You began your sensual movements around the pole as you took in the customers around you.  There were lots of new faces among some of your regular patrons.  You smiled at Gordon as he made his way to the front row of the stage and placed his money down.  You took off your crop top to reveal your bikini top that covered just enough to keep the people interested.  

“Good evening, Mr. Walker,” you purred as you got down on your knees in front of him on the stage and guided your hands across your chest.  You smirked at the growl that rumbled from his chest over the music.  You learned long ago what he liked and you were more than willing to use that information to help pad your bank account.

You turned around and put your elbows down and began to shake your ass to the beat as you felt the familiar sensation of money being tucked into your bikini bottoms. You flipped your hair as you glanced over your shoulder at the older man with lust in his eyes.  You thanked him as he stood up and walked back to his table.  You giggled to yourself as you eyed the bulge in his jeans.

“You’re looking extra beautiful tonight,” a familiar voice drawled from the other side of the stage.

You crawled over to the familiar mullet-clad man as you positioned your tits close to him.  Ash added to the cash in your bottoms and you took off your top as a thank you.  He loved your tits and you squeezed them together in appreciation.  He stayed for the remainder of your song and you left the stage with your discarded clothing and went back to the dressing room.

As you entered the three main performers were already busy doing their makeup, but welcomed you as you entered.

“Girls, the party can begin because Y/N has arrived,” Sam announced as he stood up to give you a hug.

“Please, everyone here knows that y'all are the reason this place is packed tonight and every first Saturday. The Bunker belongs to you,” you quipped as you began to change your outfit.

“I'm so sorry I'm late. Traffic was insane and they almost didn't let me in!” A new face complained as he made his way in.

“Be grateful you have a baby face, hunny.  It has to be better than asked if you are an AARP member everywhere you go,” Dean retorted. “Jack, darling, this is Y/N, she-”

“Oh my god, you look amazing.  Did you get your tits and ass done? They look so real!” he exclaimed as he saw you changing.  You blushed and were cut off by Castiel before you could even respond yourself.

“Okay, number one: you never, ever ask someone that to their face, especially when you first meet them; number two, Y/N is 100% woman.  She works here.  She’s cool, but you need to play nice, hunny,” he warned.

“It’s okay.  It’s not every day that I get compliments on my tits and ass from a guy that doesn’t want to fuck me,” you giggled as you held out your hand to Jack.  “It’s very nice to meet you.”

“It’s so nice to meet you, too,” he gushed, “I’m so sorry about that.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you replied as you waved him off and finished getting ready.

It was unlikely that you would have to dance for the rest of the night, but you ensured that you were ready in case someone asked for a private dance.  The chances of that were slim with the show that would be going on, but the staff wanted everyone ready just in case.  When you were finished, you sat down and watched them get ready and enjoyed listening to their chatter.  

Sam, Dean, and Castiel were hot as fuck out of drag and even hotter in it.  Castiel was an old-school queen.  He always looked beautiful in the elaborate gowns that were encrusted with jewels that he made himself.  His makeup was always perfect and flawless.  His aesthetic usually favored blues and silvers.  When Castiel turned into his stage persona, Alotta Grace, you couldn’t help but believe that the name chose him.  Dean’s persona, Cherry Galore, was a campy queen with exaggerated features and always quick with an insult and a come back that made the audience erupt with laughter. Sam made a drag style all his own.  His persona, Ann T. Christ, was bubbly, sweet, and just a little sassy.  Jack’s style for his persona, Cinnamon Rollz, was what he described as Vivian Ward from Pretty Woman meets Goodwill.  What that was supposed to mean, you would have to wait for his finished look to see.

“Is Balthie going to be here tonight?” you asked after a lull in the conversation.

Dean rolled his eyes, “No, sweetie.  He’s currently,” he looked at his wrist for emphasis,” either fucking the new guy he is with this week or sleeping because they’re done already.”

“You’re such a shady bitch,” Cas griped as he slapped Dean’s arm playfully.  Dean just rolled his eyes as the group finished getting ready.  You were about to follow them out and wait in the audience to watch their performance when Ellen, the house mom, stopped you.

“Hey Y/N, you have a private dance waiting for you in room 2,” she informed you as she gave you a once over, “and if I were you, I’d put on your slutty schoolgirl outfit.”  You rolled your eyes as you headed back into the room to change, knowing exactly who asked for you.

“There’s my sexy little kitten,” Crowley groaned as you entered the private room.  Crowley was nice when he got what he wanted, but he wanted what you would never give him.  He always tipped extremely well when you played that part that he was after.  You had turned down his offer to be his sugar baby more than once.  He was handsome and older with an accent that always made you a little weak in the knees, but you couldn’t imagine living your life at the hands of another person.

“Good evening, Professor Crowley,” you purred as you moved to stand in front of him.  You played your part as a shy and coy girl as you twisted one of your pigtails around your finger and stared at the ground.

“Are you behaving yourself tonight?”

You looked up slowly and bit your lip before answering and moving slowly towards him. “I’m always a good girl when you’re around, Professor.”

“Show me how good you can be, kitten,” he begged.  You obliged as you straddled his lap, your knees on either side of his thighs. You smirked as you felt his hardness through his pants and your covered core as you began to grind yourself to the music. Tonight had been a slow night, even with two of your regulars tipping you as they usually did, so you started to push all the right buttons to get what you could from the man you were dancing for.

“Professor,” you started as you placed your hands on his chest, “I was wanting to be a little bad and wondered if you’d help me out.”

“What did you have in mind, kitten?” he moaned.

You silently grabbed his hands and moved them to onto your ass.  His eyes went wide at your actions. “Oh, you are a naughty girl tonight.  I thought we weren’t allowed to touch?” he tsked.

You leaned in and whispered, “Just consider this me trying to get extra,” you ground yourself down hard on his cock at the word, “credit.  I might need to get a spanking, too, Professor.”

“Oh, is that so?” he asked with a cocked eyebrow. You winked as you maneuvered yourself across his lap and wiggled your ass.

You could sense his hesitation as he slowly slid his hand over your ass, so you encouraged him, “Please punish me, Professor Crowley.  Please, I need you to spank me.”

The first impact of his hand on your ass made you jump as you moaned in pleasure.   The second and third made the wetness in your panties grow as you let your wanton whimpers flow freely.

“Such a dirty girl you are,” Crowley praised.  He slowly snaked his fingers into your hair as he leaned in to whisper in your ear, “I bet I know what else you like.  May I?” he asked as his grip tightened slightly. He took your needy whimper as a yes and yanked you back by your hair as he smacked your ass a little harder. You wiggled your cunt against him trying to gain some friction.  A brief thought that this might go too far was pushed out of the way as sat you up facing away from him.  Your ass was still on his hard cock, his hand still gripping your hair as he moved his other hand to your white button up top, tied in a knot.

“I think we should remove this, don’t you?” he asked and you could only nod in response.  His expert fingers quickly undid the knot and exposed your tits to him.

“Oh you naughty, naughty kitten.  You didn’t wear a bra?” he questioned.

“They told me you asked for me and I wanted to be extra good for you, Professor,” you managed to reply.

He placed his hand on your thigh as he asked, “How good do you want to be for me kitten?”  You knew what he was asking.  You were needy and high on his touch.  You considered his proposition before coming up with your own.

“As much as I’d love to feel your thick cock deep inside my tight little pussy, Professor, you know we can’t do that.  You’re my favorite and you’re the only one that I’ve ever let touch me.”  He pulled his hand away slowly, defeated.  You grabbed it as you turned as much as you could with his hand in your hair to look at him, “But I think I have an idea that you might like.”

“I’m listening.”

You tapped his arms and he let go of you.  You got down on your knees in front of him and began to undo his belt.  His eyebrow shot up again, but you giggled as you explained, “I can’t touch you and you can’t touch me, but we could touch ourselves.”  His belt was undone and you slowly unzipped his zipper. You stood up and fully removed your top and bent over at the waist as you took off your plaid skirt.  You turned around to find himself palming himself through his underwear at the sight of you.  A neon pink pair of lace panties, white stocking, and heels were all the adorned your body.  

You sat down on the other end of the couch and spread your legs.  He moaned even though he couldn’t see anything.  He had wanted this, or as close to what you were giving him, since the moment he saw you dancing months ago.  You smiled as you squeezed your tits together and moved on to roll your hardening nipples between your thumb and index finger.  You moaned at the sensation. You looked up to see Crowley’s lust blown eyes focus on you.  

“May I please see your cock, Professor?” you asked as you trailed one hand down to your covered core.

“I thought you’d never ask, kitten,” he smirked as he freed himself from the confines of his underwear.

Your own eyes went wide and you gasped at the sight of him.  You could feel that he was well endowed when you sat on his lap, but you never would have guessed that he was this huge.  He was long and thick and you wanted to take on the challenge that his package would entail.

You began to rub your clit through your panties at the sight before you as he began to pleasure himself.  You were enthralled watching him work his length in one hand and cradling his balls in the other.  You slid your hand inside your panties as your excitement grew. Your back arched as you felt your orgasm near.

“That's it, kitten. I want to see your face as you cum for me,” he growled as he stroked himself faster.

Your body tensed as you circled your clit faster and squeezed your nipple harder. Crowley's moans quickened as he watched you edge closer to your release. When you finally came undone, you had to bite your lip to stifle the scream that tried to tear through you.

As you came down from your high, you could tell Crowley was doing everything he could to hold back.  You dipped two fingers into your soaked hole to coat them in your juice and leaned over to him.

“Would you like to taste how sweet I am, Professor?”

His groan was your answer as you slipped your fingers into his open mouth. He moaned around your fingers and it sent a shock to your core.  He pulled back and asked you to go on your knees.

You pushed your tits together as he stood up, towering above you.  “Are you going to cover my tits with your cum, Professor Crowley? Hm? I want to see you cum for me, please?” You begged as you stared up at him.

“Bloody hell. Fuck kitten, fuck,” he growled as he began to spurt hot, white ropes onto your chest.  You moaned at the sensation of his cum cascading onto your skin.  Once he was finished, he fell back onto the couch with a huff.

“Bloody hell, kitten. You're going to kill me or make my sell my soul to keep you around,” he chuckled as he grabbed a towel to clean himself up before handing it to you.

You cleaned up and got dressed.  Thoughts of shame, regret, and embarrassment began to seep into as you stood in front of Crowley.  

“I should apologize for-” you began as Crowley cut you off.

“Darling, you have absolutely nothing to apologize for.  I understand if this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me.  I will accept it and cherish the memory of this until I die,” he chuckled.  He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a plain, white envelope.  “I hope this will suffice, love.  Thank you again.”  He handed you the envelope as he left the room.

You quickly opened the envelope and saw enough money to cover your rent for the next few months and then some.  You’d count it later, but now you wanted to see how the drag show was going on.   As you made your way to the dressing room to put your money away, you saw Cinnamon Rollz performing to Joan Jett’s Do You Wanna Touch Me.  She was killing it a leather bodysuit and studded bra.  You smiled watching her enthralled in her performance.  Once you were in the dressing room, you put away your money from your dance.  

“Looks like someone was a busy bee,” Ann called from the other side of the room.  Your cheeks warmed at the realization of what she saw.

“He has a thing for the whole school girl look,” you chuckled as you began to change.  “Have you already performed tonight?”

She nodded as she sat down.  “You were in there for a while.  All tea, no shade.  A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do to pay the bills.  You do you, honey.  Lord knows I’ve been to hell and back for a Benjamin,” she chuckled.

Once you were changed, you gave Ann a kiss and walked back as Shania Twain’s Man I Feel Like A Woman started to blast through the speakers.  Cherry Galore appeared on stage and your eyes were glued to her the entire time.  You chuckled out loud each time she said: “Man, I feel like a woman” in her regular, deep manly voice.  She was working the crowd and making lots of well-deserved tips.  You joined in and cheered her on.  

Alotta Grace was up next and she didn’t disappoint.  Then again, she never did.  In her usual style, she performed to a classic song Fever by Peggy Lee. Her gown was as elegant as ever, adorned in silvers and blues,  She met your gaze in the crowd and gave you a knowing wink.

By the time the show was over,  the club was working on shutting down and calling last call.  You were in the dressing room changing into normal street clothes with the other performers.

“Ya know, we do have an amateur night and we are inclusive.  You are hot as women, and dare I say even hotter men,” you winked.

Sam and Jack just dismissed you, but Dean and Castiel were listening.  “You two have killer bodies, amazing smiles, and obviously have the moves.  Hell, I’m sure you could put me to shame.

“Well, a little birdy told us that you could buy us a boat, so I don’t think that’s true,” Cas whispered.  You instantly shot Sam a death glare, knowing he was the only one that saw.  

“I earned that money and none of my morals were corrupted, thank you,” you hissed.

“We aren’t judging you, Y/N.  Do you want to come over to our place and hang out?” Dean asked.

“And you are under no obligation to wear that school girl costume,” Castiel added.

“I mean, unless you want to,” Dean added, which promptly caused Castiel to slap dean in the shoulder.

You rolled your eyes, but took them up on their offer.

***

Beer was flowing freely between the three of you and talks of everything from sex to politics had been discussed.  You stood up to grab all of you another round when the alcohol really hit you.

“Fuck, I’m going to have to stop if I’m going to get home,” you complained.  You nearly missed the look that Dean gave Cas as you made your way into the kitchen

“Or, you could spend the night here,” Cas offered.

You snorted.  “Yeah, sure.  I’m sure you’d love that.  What, are we going to tell ghost stories and braid each other’s hair?”

“We could do that. Or, we could think of something more...exciting,” Dean offered.

When you made your way back to the living room, the confused expression on your face said more than you could eloquently communicate.

“We’re dating, but we are also bisexual.  Both Dean and I find you extremely beautiful and we’ve actually talked about this before.”

“Wait, you guys talk about me?”

Dean held up a hand, “Only good stuff, though.”

You shrugged, “I’ll do it under one condition.”

“Name it,” they answered in unison.

“I want to watch you two together.”

***

Cas was laying on his back on the bed with Dean in between his legs sucking his thick cock while you were at the head of the bed rubbing your clit.  You never expected to see this, but you were sure as hell glad you were.

Castiel’s moans sent jolts of excitement to your core every time Dean coaxed them from him.  He caught your gaze.  “Do you like watching Dean suck my cock?” he moaned.  You could only nod in response.  He chuckled, a slight darkness behind it.

“She likes watching your pretty lips wrapped around my fat cock, Dean.”  Dean moaned around his thickness.

“Come here,” Cas moaned out.  You complied and Cas positioned you over his face, facing Dean.  Cas’ mouth was on your wet cunt in a second.  The wave of pleasure his mouth brought you would have sent you falling forward if his arms weren’t wrapped around your hips holding you in place.

Cas’ lips vibrated around your clit as he moaned as Dean continued to work his cock in his mouth.  You looked up to see Dean’s emerald eyes trained on you. He was stroking his own cock as he watched his boyfriend pleasure you with expert tongue.  When two of Castiel ’s fingers plunged into your hole, you came undone.  Waves of pleasure ran throughout your body and your moans of ecstasy filled the room.  Your eyes were locked onto Dean as you came down from your high, but you still needed more.

“Please.  Please, someone, fuck me,” you begged.  Dean stopped sucking Cas’ cock with a pop as he released it from his mouth as he flipped you onto your back.  He grabbed a condom from the bedside drawer and quickly placed it onto his hardened cock.  He slid into your tight pussy with one push.  He filled you completely and you enjoyed the stretch.  Your whimper of desperation sunk in and Dean slowly pulled out and slammed back into you.

You wrapped your legs around Dean and placed your ankles on his ass to pull him closer.  Your moans filled the air as you felt another orgasm building inside you.  

“Dean, stop,” Cas commanded.  You whined when Dean obeyed and stopped moving.  You hear the click of a bottle opening and knew Cas was lubing up his cock and Dean’s hole.  You mewled when Dean jerked inside you at the cold liquid applied to his hole.  

You were able to look over Dean’s shoulder to see Cas lubing up his cock. You bit your lip as he lined himself up with Dean’s waiting hole.  Cerulean eyes found yours and Cas smirked as you watched him slowly sink his thick cock into his boyfriend’s tight ass. Dean was cursing in your ear as he let himself become re-accustomed to Cas’ thickness.

Once Dean was ready, Cas began to thrust into him letting him feel the full length of himself before slamming back in.  Dean’s face contorted into pleasure and you squeezed yourself around him.

“As hot as this is to watch, do you think you could-” you began to ask Dean.

“Of course, darlin’,” he drawled as he began to move.  Dean and Cas worked in perfect unison.   You continued to squeeze your cunt around Dean as another orgasm began to build inside you.

“Not gonna last long if you keep that up,” Dean moaned at the sensation.

“Me either,” Cas added.

“Then cum for me,” you begged the couple.  Their pace quickened and faltered as the orgasms of the three of you came closer.    You were the first one to let go, your cunt spasming around Dean.  Your orgasm spurred on Dean’s as he filled the condom with his hot cum.  Cas followed quickly behind his boyfriend as he filled his hot ass. The two men fell onto the bed on either side of you.  You let them snuggle into you as your breathing returned to normal.

“That was hot as fuck,” you finally managed.

“If you think that’s hot, just wait until you see Dean make us breakfast in the morning,” Cas teased as he placed a kiss to your cheek.

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[lashtoncurls]

Hungry eyes(AI) pt2

Summary: Ashton is the new performing arts instructor at the country club Izzy and her family attend every year during summer. And the unexpected happens when they fall in love while he teaches her to play drums and dance.

Words: 2.3K

Warnings: curse words, smut

A/N: I enjoyed writing this part so much. So here it goes.

“Hey, Izzy!” Calum called her over to the table where he sat with his parents and sister.

“Hi.” She shyly spoke as he told them that it had been her father who helped him with his hand a couple days ago. There was now a black bandage on his hand with a cast as he tried to eat, his sister laughing at him.

“Shut it, Mali.” She shrugged innocently as Izzy watched them interact.

“Your dad is one of the greatest surgeons in New York, correct?” Calums dad asked, a smile on his face.

“Yes.”

“Tell him I said thanks for treating my boy. This is only the second summer we’re here and I’m glad to have someone who cares for others.”

“Will do, Mr. uh-”

“Call me David, sweetheart.”

Izzy nodded and went to go find her table as she noticed Ashton and his crew enter the hall. She hadn’t spoken to him since the night of the bonfire, but she had still been sneaking around to watch the practice and had insisted that her and Lily take dancing lessons from him. Her parents had agreed, only because they said it was something that would keep them busy and away from boys.

After dinner Calum asked if she wanted to go for a walk. Izzy nodded and they began to make their way down the pier to the forest, the bonfire the only light in the dark forest.

“Here come the rich kids.” Luke laughed as Calum punched him lightly, his cast getting in the way.

“You’re a fucking moron. What are we gonna do now? Can’t compete without a bassist.” Ashton spoke as he reached them, Michael joining the conversation as well.

“Hey man, how was I to know that his nose was gonna break my hand?”

“As a musician, you should know that your hands are the most important part of your body, you dumbass. Will the recovery be hard?” Ashton examined the cast, his eyes filled with worry as Izzy watched the interaction.

“Doc said I have to wear it for six weeks, if it heals fine I should be back to playing. But I might have to do some physical therapy if there’s any issues.” Calum was sad as he pulled his hand away, realizing that he would not be able to play for the rest of the summer.

“Might as well drop out now.” Michael spoke and shrugged. There was disappointment among them as they realized that they didn’t have a chance at all.

“Why not teach someone to play in my place? Don’t throw away the whole competition and what we’ve practiced.” They all watched Calum as he suggested it “Don’t look at me like I’m crazy, even Izzy could take my place.”

“Oh, I can’t.” Izzy nervously shook her head, aware that four pairs of eyes were on her.

“You heard her, she can’t. Missy is too good us.” Ashton challenged her with a sassy stare, her face blushing deeply “Plus the bass is too much to learn in three weeks.”

“Then teach her to play drums. You can play bass pretty good. Teach her the songs on the drums and you take my place. Stop looking at me like that, I’m fucking serious.” He laughed again as they all watched him.

“You wanna learn the drums?” Ashton asked, his eyes looking directly into Izzy’s. She looked away but nodded, knowing that it would be a good thing to do if she helped them.

“Alright then. Lessons start tomorrow at 8AM. If you’re not on time, we’re not doing this.” Ashton walked away and her thoughts were filled with what it would be like to spend time with him. She was aware of his asshole ways, but she somehow liked that about him.

The lessons had begun as prompted, every day at eight in the morning Izzy would be in the music hall ready to learn. It had been difficult at first, she would bang the stick too hard or her tempo would be off. Ashton would get irritated, but he knew she had potential and the will to learn so he would sigh silently and continue the lessons.

“You’re off on the beats, there’s a steady rhythm you have to follow. It’s like dancing, watch.” Ashton pulled her away from the drum set and started a song on the speakers before he stood in front of her and showed her a stance. “Okay, so see how my feet begin to move at the second beat? That’s how drumming is. The bass and the drums are in sync the whole time. The first song we’re doing has guitars at the beginning, so you have to pay attention on the beat and tempo.” His feet were moving together, but she noticed the way he did without watching. She noticed that he played the drums with passion as he did his dancing.

At the beginning of the second week, things had begun to pick up. Her skills were improving and she was now getting the hang of it better. Izzy was able to play the beginning of a song they had written, but her fingers had begun to blister up due to the wood. At first Ashton had threatened to stop if she whined but she began to suck it up, coming up with excuses every time her dad would ask why there were random bandages on her fingers.

“Fuck!” She screamed and dropped the sticks on the floor as she inspected her fingers, Ashton sighed as he put his head on her back. It was now less than a week away from the competition and Ashton wanted to have her know everything there was to know, but her hands were fragile and she kept getting cuts.

“Let me clean those up.” Ashton got up and fetched the first aid kit from the bathroom. “Let me see.” Izzy turned around as Ashton kneeled in front of her, her hands in his as he cleaned up the blood and put an ointment on them before he kissed her fingers. Their eyes were on each other before he reached up and placed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his hand cupping her cheek. Her body welcomed the warmth as the butterflies fluttered in her tummy.

The tension had been palpable every time they were together, but now Ashton really wanted to kiss her. He wasn’t sure why now. It could have been the stress of the competition being so close, or the fact that Izzy and Calum had become close friends. But the pang of jealousy he felt every time he saw them together made him do what he did next. His lips were on hers as he pulled her face closer, his body between her knees as his free hand rested on her thigh. Izzy gasped at first, unsure of what to do as this was her first kiss.

Her arms wrapped around his neck as Ashton moved his hand from her cheek, both of them on her thighs before traveling to her hips, where her top exposed some skin. Her body shivered and she gasped as he traced circles, his tongue tracing her bottom lip before taking entrance. Izzy’s mind when hazy as Ashton squeezed her hips harder and he moaned slightly when she pulled a little at his hair. This was all unknown to Izzy, but the feelings she had were something that she was fully enjoying.

She began to feel throbbing between her legs when Ashton kissed down her neck and he wrapped his arms around her, his face burying in her chest slightly. He pulled slightly at her shirt, his eyes asking if it was okay for him to take it off. With a slight nod, Ashton pulled the flimsy material off her and exposed her to him, his lips caught between his teeth at the sight. She blushed slightly, as Ashton kissed up her stomach to her neck and lips. His pants began to get a little snug as he elicited moans from Izzy with his mouth on her body. Before he could think, his hands were back on hips as his fingers pulled as the material of her leggings.

“Do you trust me?”

“Y-yes.” Izzy nodded as Ashton instructed her to get up and began to pull the material down her legs. He smiled at the pink lacy panties she wore, and Ashton really wondered why she was letting him do this. Such an innocent girl with a man like him.

“Sit.” She sat back on the stool, her face blushing again for the third time in the last twenty minutes, but she giggled slightly that the thought of it all. In 20 years she’d never been kissed or been on a date. And here she was now, almost naked before a man she’s known for a mere three weeks. But she knew that she could trust him. Something within her knew that this was right. He was kissing her once again, his hands roaming her thighs as he pressed his chest to hers.

“I’m- I’ve never-“ Ashton kissed her neck again, taken aback because of her confession. Her confidence as they kissed certainly did not seem like that. He looked straight at her once again, her lips red and swollen with a mark right underneath her breasts. There was no way he was going to have sex with her in this room, but he wanted to show her what he could do to her. He wanted to show her his love for her in that way.

“I’m not gonna fuck you, doll. Not yet.” He smirked at the gasp she took before he kissed her again and his hands roamed higher on her thighs. His fingers had moved to her inner thigh, caressing slowly as he kissed her neck and she pushed her core to him, letting her instincts take over “I just want to taste you.”

“Oh, Ash.” She moaned as his fingers began to rub her through her underwear, the small amount of friction causing an unknown yet pleasurable feeling to coarse through her. Ashton watched the way her lips parted in moans as he rubbed faster and her hands never left his neck. But as much as he loved the sight, he really did want to taste her. He moved his face between her legs as he pushed the lace aside, exposing her wet core to him. Another loud sigh escaped her as his tongue pressed on her clit lightly before he began to move in circles before sucking and licking.

One hand left his head and it landed on the cymbal, both of them bursting into laughter before Ashton buried his head between her legs again. This time he was licking and sucking harder as she writhed underneath him. It was a strange feeling and she began to push his face away as it became too much.

“Just let go babygirl, come for me.” He lifted his head slightly before going back and sucking on her clit again. This time Izzy didn’t push his head away, but instead pulled at his hair and bit her lip as the pressure began to build in the pit of her stomach. And she succumbed to it, letting it take over her as her legs shook slightly while she moaned Ashton’s name. He lapped his tongue at her folds again, watching her shake as he lightly brushed her clit before moving up and placing his head on her chest and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

That stayed like that for what seemed like hours as she caught her breath. Izzy couldn’t believe that she had just done that. But she also was grateful that it had been Ashton it had been with.

It was now the day of the competition, and Izzy was a mess of nerves. It had been easy task with telling her parents where she was. Calum conveniently had a doctors appointment and she had asked to go with him. Her dad had become fond of the Hoods, and accepted that she accompany him.

After his appointment, they drove down to the theater and walked in to meet the other three. Ashton paced the hall as he played the chords on the bass, mumbling the words to himself.

“Hey, it’ll work out. You’re gonna do great.” Izzy reached on her tiptoes to kiss the bird tattoo on his neck as she hugged him from the back, but she couldn’t quite reach.

“Just remember when to start okay? If walls could talk will start with Luke and I before you come in just like we practiced last night. And the other two you should know.” Izzy nodded as Ashton walked away before they were called in. They were second to last on the line up, which meant that they weren’t going to be there too long with the nerves of knowing who had won.

When they were called on stage, Izzy took a deep and closed her eyes as the bass started and Ashton looked back at her to give her her cue. The first song when without a hitch and her confidence was sky high as they played the through the second and third songs. But nearing the end of the third song, her foot slipped and she hit the bass drum twice before returning to finish the rest of the song right. She beat herself up for it, and as she was about to something Ashton wrapped her up in a hug and kissed her lips.

“I messed up.” A pout adorned her lips, but Ashton laughed it off and reassured her that it was fine. The crowd had enjoyed the show and they had almost received a standing ovation.

Their nerves were calmed as all the bands were called back on stage for the final results and they had won second place. It was as great as winning first, but they had ran into someone in the industry on the way out and they got to talking.

The drive back to the club was filled with laughter and stolen kisses from Ashton, and she couldn’t help but be happy.

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Teach Me (second part of Convice Me)

AJ Styles/OC

Summary: AJ and OC are best friends who don’t know about each other’s feelings, until they can’t hide it anymore.

Warnings: Fluff/Smut

Notes: This is the second part of Convince Me. I hope you like it. Again, English is not my first language, so feel free to correct me if you find any mistakes.

First part Convince Me is here: https://irefusetoacceptreallife.tumblr.com/post/162142096020/convince-me

Y/N woke up in the middle of the night, with AJ’s arms firmly wrapped around her waist. A small lamp in the bedside table provided a dim light in the room. Carefully she got off the bed, put on his shirt and walked to the bathroom for some needed lady moment.

Back in bad, AJ was still asleep and she sat by his side. Sheets were covering his waist and legs, but his torso was nude, with an arm behind his back, and she couldn’t help but admire his body. She reached for him, lightly brushing the hair on his chest and abs, tracing every muscle but never really touching him. While doing so, the thoughts of a few hours ago crossed her mind and she couldn’t refrain the smile that formed on her lips. Y/N could almost feel his taste on her mouth and only the memories of what they had done were enough to make her wet. She had waited for that moment for so long, and it was so perfect. AJ was so gentle.

-I can feel your heat, but I can’t feel your touch. You are torturing me. – said AJ waking her up from her daydream. He had only one eye opened and a sleepy voice that were even sexier than his regular tone.

She silently giggled and finally let the hand that had been wandering rest on his midsection. It felt even better than it looked, she thought, but didn’t say a word.

- A penny for your thoughts. – offered AJ, breaking the silence.

- Nope – she said shaking her head.

- Please?

- A girl should be allowed to keep her secretes, did you know that? – She sassy commented, just to tease him.

- We are best friends. We broke that barrier long ago, darling. - retorted AJ, now completely awake.

- It’s nothing, really… I’m being silly.

- I love it when you are silly. – He said gaining a hearted chuckle from her.

- I just…I don’t know why I’m thinking about it right now.

- I’m all ears. – Said AJ with his eyes never leaving hers, in an assuring manner.

- Ok…It’s Peter.

At the mention of that name, Y/N felt AJ’s muscles contract under her palm. After a moment, she continued.

-I told you he cheated on me, right?

-Yes. I still want to kick his ass.

-Yeah, right…well…I just didn’t tell you why he did it.

-Because he is jerk.

-AJ I’m serious. – Although she was trying to be serious, she kept a smile on her face.

-Alright, sorry. Go on.

-He said he did it because of sex. I wouldn’t have sex with him so he needed somebody who would. He said I was probably frigid.

-He what?! – AJ was sat now, no longer in the relaxed position he had been moments ago. – I so gonna break his face. - He growled with rage in his voice. - You didn’t believe him, did you?

-Well… I couldn’t be sure, right?

-Y/N, how could you ever be in doubt with somenth…

-It doesn’t matter anymore – she interrupted with a shy smile, also trying to soothe him – You just proved him wrong.

-No…you proved him wrong. And he is a jackass. He should never say such thing to anybody. Especially to my girlfriend.

-I wasn’t your girlfriend two days ago…

-Ahaa…but I can see I have convinced you at last. You agree you are my girlfriend now. – AJ said with a devilish grin, bringing her to his lap, making her laugh.

-I didn’t say that.

            -It’s about time though…

            -I’ll think about your case…

None of them could hold a lough at their talk but soon they fell into silence again. Y/N’s head was resting in his neck and AJ knew that there was something more she was hiding.

 -Another penny for your thoughts? - He asked, surprising Y/N, who blushed.

-How do you do that? It’s nothing.

-Yeah…you said that the first time. But now you are flushed. What is it?

-You can’t know if I’m flushed at this poor light.

-I told you, I can feel your heat.

Y/N was furiously blushing now. How would she tell him what she was thinking? He would think she was some kind of pervert. Yet, she knew he wouldn’t let it go until she said something.

-Alright, but promise you won’t laugh.

-I promise.

-And that you won’t think I’m crazy or worse.

-You are crazy, - he mocked - but anyway, I promise.

-Right…I was just thinking that – cough - I really enjoyed what we did. And I…I want to do it again. I mean… maybe you could teach me some things…

She couldn’t look in his eyes. It was too embarrassing and her face was burning once again. Besides, being in AJ’s lap, so close to him wasn’t helping to keep her cool.

AJ felt his dick harden at her confession. He was pretty sure she could also feel it through the sheets. He raised the hand that had been tracing circles on her thigh to her chin making her look at him. He wanted to tell her that he wanted it too and that wasn’t anything to be embarrassed about, but after a while, all he could do was crash his lips on hers, in a passionate kiss.

This time the urgency was real and their moves were much more reckless than the first time. AJ immediately parted her lips, savoring her and massaging her tongue with his own. Y/N felt the urgency as well, and the erection pressing against her thigh was more than encouraging her. She still struggled to believe that it was her who was causing that reaction.

 AJ raised his shirt through her body, palming every inch of skin he could reach and laid her down, pressing her body with his. His hands eagerly roamed through her body and when he touched her core, he knew she was ready. Without warning he penetrated her, feeling her walls stretching to accommodate him and soon picked up a steady rhythm. He was still delighted at how they worked so well together, moving along to obtain and provide the best of pleasures to each other.

He was pounding fast into her and at a certain point, her cries and moans gave away that she was close. Y/N didn’t want him to stop, it felt so good, but to her surprise, AJ slowed down his pace, and ran his hand to her leg, attaching it to his waist, and moving her body with his, so he was on his back and she was on top of him.

- AJ, what are doing? – She asked panting.

            - You asked me to teach you, but you are too perfect, there is nothing to teach. Let’s say I’m experimenting. – he said with a grin making her chuckle.

            -Is this a challenge, Mr. Styles?

            -I know you. I know you don’t decline one, Missy.

            -Damn, you’re right… - Y/N then leaned in to a sexy kiss, nibbling at his bottom lip as she started to slowly move her hips.

            That position was new and she moaned at the sensation. She could feel his dick sliding in and out of her at her movements, hitting all the right spots. AJ’s sighs and groans were also giving her a new confidence and her insides clenched at every sound he made.

            AJ watched in awe when Y/N sat straight and started riding him, with her hands on his midsection for support. He felt so lucky at that moment, knowing that he was the only man who had the opportunity to see her that way, so lost in her own pleasure, as if he was a mere object to her actions.

He wasn’t just an object though and the sight of his cock, glistening with her juices, disappearing inside her pussy and the feeling of her soft breasts on his palm was too much for him. He was getting close, but he was determined to prolong her pleasure as much as he could.

           Y/N was obliged to stop her riding when AJ got up from his back to a sit position, holding her close and kissing her deeply. His hands travelled from her hair down to her spine and soon grabbed her thighs, placing her legs behind him, entangling their bodies.  

           They were sit chest to chest now and he slowly started moving again. Her fingers were wrapped in his hair, gingerly caressing his nape while she kissing his neck, making him sigh in content. She made a mental note to do that more often, for him and for her, since the masculine scent of his cologne combined with his shampoo was something she could gladly be addicted to.

           They were close to their climax once more, and AJ couldn’t help a laugh at her whimpering when he stopped his movements again.

           -Why did you stop?! – She asked panting.

           - Patience, darling. – he giggled. – We have all night… or more…

           - Now it’s you who’s torturing me. Pleeease… - she sexily whined.

           - Fuck…you sound so sexy babe. How have I spent my life without you so far? – he asked nibbling at her collarbone. – I’m seriously planning to live for your whines and moans from now on. I want to make you feel so good, baby girl.

           - AJ, please – she bagged.

           - As you wish babe.

           With that, AJ changed their positions again. Y/N was back on her back and he was above her. He took one of her legs, placing it on his shoulder, but always taking good care of her.

           -How about that darling? Are you comfortable?

           At her positive nod, AJ penetrated her once more, slowly, feeling her juices coating his shaft, until he was fully inside her, making her moan. He had reached deeper that the other times, so he gave her a moment to get used to the intrusion, before he started moving in and out of her.

           It felt so good. Y/N could barely recognize her voice on her moans and cries, that were getting louder by the minute. She was feeling like a slut, but in a very good way, and she wanted more.

           -Faster AJ… please – she said between heavy sighs.

           AJ’s grin was devilish at her plea, and he increased his speed to a jackhammer mode, trusting hard inside her. The flapping sound of their flash was filling the room and it only took a moment for him to watch her come undone on a trembling orgasm, screaming his name. He followed her ecstasy with a deep groan, smashing their sweaty bodies when he came.

           AJ kissed her sweetly when they recovered their breaths.

           -You look tired – he commented with a smile, making her laugh.

           -I am – she giggled.

           -Are you ok? – he then asked with real concern – Did I hurt you?

           -No!... It feels so good to have my boyfriend inside me… - she whispered in his ear, giving him goosebumps.

           He raised his head to meet her gaze. A look of adoration in his eyes. She has finally admitted he was her boyfriend now.

           -Really? – he asked with a large smile.

           -Really… - she assured him, bringing him to another passionate yet delicate kiss.

           They didn’t have to rush. They had waited for so long for each other, but somehow, the timing had been perfect. They just wanted to be there, in each other’s arms for as much as they could, thinking about what to do with the rest of their lives together.

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         Thanks for reading. I hope you have enjoyed! 

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COMPLETE OVERWATCH COSPLAY GUIDE: PART II

I'm back with Part II of my Overwatch cosplay guide! The reviews of Part I are in, and I couldn't be happier! The New York Review of Books is calling it "A selection of words that, when arranged in a particular sequence, adhere adequately to the conventions of written English, and can be sufficiently comprehended by any minimally proficient speaker of the language(1)." Humbled by such effusive praise, I have endeavored to outdo myself in Part II, in which I share my best tips for cosplaying Overwatch's seven "Defense" heroes. Let's jump right in!

TORBJÖRN

Unless your dad was a gnome, you may have some difficulty replicating Torbjörn's squat physique. But luckily, there's more to Torbjörn than just his lumpy stature -- he's got that famous turret! If you can build a decent-looking turret, everyone will identify you right away as Overwatch's sassy Swedish engineer. So I'd recommend that you focus on the turret. Obsess over the turret. Lose sleep over the turret. Devote yourself to the turret. Worship the turret. Begin erecting turrets in your backyard. Then, your neighbor's backyard. Soon, an entire street will be lined with your glorious turrets.

These turrets are your legacy. They are your empire. Craft each turret with the gentle love of a father, yet also with the wild passion of a lover. Let the soot-black hand of immortal Hephaestus guide your hammer as you assemble turret after gleaming turret, hour after sweltering hour, week after sleepless week. Enslave yourself to the forge. Consecrate yourself to the flame. Anoint yourself with molten iron. In these turrets shall you render an eternal monument to your will.

Thousands of years in the future, when archaeologists from a distant galaxy unearth the remains of our long-dead civilization, your turrets will shape the very core of their anthropology. Generations of alien geniuses will contemplate your creation with awe and wonder as they struggle in vain to piece together the meaning of Humanity. Beyond this mortal universe, your name will echo infinitely across the hallowed halls of Heaven as the Angels sing your praises into the Void, out beyond the edge of time itself.

JUNKRAT

Junkrat is a bit rough around the edges, so you'll want to work on that beat-up scrapper look. To start out, singe the tips of your hair with a cigarette lighter. (If you're under 18, ask your parents for help with this step.) Sweep a chimney or two. Set off some Roman candles in a small, poorly ventilated room. Sear your entire body over an open flame. Turn on your oven and climb inside it. Roast yourself at 400 degrees for 55 minutes or until tender. Let cool. Garnish with parsley and bay leaves. Serve with rice pilaf and a dark Merlot. Cheers, mate!

BASTION

Not many cosplayers are willing to take on the challenge of cosplaying Bastion(2). His outlandish hairstyle and unwieldy poleaxe can pose some real difficulties. But fear not! I've got you covered.

It's pretty easy to recreate Bastion's signature purple cape. Any purple sheet or curtain will do, though if you do shell out the extra cash for an actual cape, it can make a big difference. You can make the helmet out of cardboard without too much trouble, but be sure to factor in the extra time it will take to carve the runic inscription into the visor. It's all in the details!

For the poleaxe, you can probably get away with some combination of styrofoam and glue. It might not look beautiful, but if you swing it around rapidly enough, no one will really be able to tell. Just be careful not to whack anyone!

The hair is probably the hardest part. If you can grow your hair out to waist length like Bastion, that's ideal, but if you don't have time to plan that far ahead, you'll have to get creative. Whether it's your real hair or a wig, it can take a really long time to do all those braids. But if you invest the effort, your cosplay will truly stand out. I've only cosplayed as Bastion a few times, but when I took the time to get the braids right, I got lots of compliments!

HANZO

No.  Not Hanzo. Anyone but Hanzo. Please, for the love of God, cosplay any other character, or none at all. Never Hanzo.

If you do insist on cosplaying Hanzo, you're on your own. I'm not giving you any tips. This is your choice, and you have to live with the consequences of your actions. I hope you fail -- for the good of us all. You are the reason Trump won the election. You are the reason God created mosquitos. May you step on a LEGO at a Nickelback concert(3).

MEI

Mei is one of the easiest characters to cosplay. Put on a fur coat and yoga pants, toss a sentient bowling ball in a backpack, throw on some hipster glasses and Uggs, and you're done. Add some unique flavor to your cosplay by loudly reciting every single one of Mr. Freeze's ice puns from Batman & Robin. Fun fact: the voice actor for Mei is actually Arnold Schwarzenegger(4)!

Oh, and if the bowling ball develops self-awareness and enslaves humanity, you can just switch to quoting The Terminator.

WIDOWMAKER

Widowmaker's most salient feature is, of course, her purple skin. But don't waste your money on expensive and dangerous dyes or paints! It's much easier just to time travel to the '90s, break into a McDonald's storage facility, and steal a Grimace suit. Grimace's purple color and lithe physique are a great starting point for developing a truly stunning Widowmaker cosplay.

If you're not stealthy enough to pull off a wacky time travel heist, well, I hate to break it to you, but you probably aren't cut out to cosplay Widowmaker. Sorry, kid, but I calls 'em like I sees 'em.

Once you've acquired the Grimace suit and returned to the 21st century, you'll need to customize the suit a bit to capture Widowmaker's spider aesthetic. What I usually suggest for first-time cosplayers is to glue hundreds of live tarantulas to the exterior of the suit. That'll turn some heads! Then, to approximate Widowmaker's rifle, use any long, thin object such as a floor lamp or a fishing rod. Finally, enlist the aid of a beret-clad cartoon snail to teach you French, and you'll be instantly recognizable as Overwatch's sultry sniper!

CARMEN SANDIEGO

Though you'll often hear Overwatch players complaining about Carmen Sandiego's unconventional gameplay and TOTALLY broken ultimate, she's pretty popular to cosplay. Her unmistakable red hat and trenchcoat are easy to find at most department stores, and her plasma pistol looks an awful lot like a can opener (hint, hint). Just make sure you -- sorry, hold on a sec. I'm getting a call.

Hello? Yes, this is he. The new one? Yeah, I'm working on -- yeah. Uh-huh. Mm-hmm. Oh. Really? Are you sure? I thought -- Uh-huh. Oh, I -- OK. Huh. Well, I mean, I already wrote a whole paragraph on her, so -- Yeah. I think so. I'll check. Yeah, wow, you're right. I could have sworn -- no, yeah. Geez. Yeah, I'll delete that part. For sure. Take it easy. Thanks. OK. Yeah. Buh-bye.

Sorry about that. So yeah, apparently Carmen Sandiego isn't a character in Overwatch? God, I had no idea. I'm really sorry to have wasted your time like this. Man, this is really embarrassing. I don't know what to say. Please forgive me.

FOOTNOTES

(1) Pretend this footnote is a link to an actual article.  Obviously I made it up. Just do me this one courtesy and let it slide this time. (2) As always, I offer no evidence for this claim. It is, at best, baseless speculation. (3) There's no footnote. I just wanted to make you scroll all the way down here for no reason, you filthy weasel. (4) This one is actually true(5). (5) It isn't.