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[wisteriadumster]

YESS LAWDDDD GOOD GODDD

[wisteriadumster]

*streetcar brakes screeching*

*heels on cobblestones, muffled sigh*

"Thanks for watching her for me."

"Anytime. Such a shame you two all on your own."

"Just me and you, baby."

[wisteriadumster]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘 | bob reynolds

(gif credits to @tomundsen )

—summary: it's the first time you're wearing your new suit as an official (new) avenger and bob is a little too excited about it. —pairing: bob reynolds x female!avenger!reader —word count: 7k (oops) —content: +18, smut !!! (minors dni), descriptions of the reader having female genitalia, p in v sex, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, some porn with some plot, fingering, he talks to you through it, really passionate sex, a lot, lot of body worship, praise kink goes brrr, sub!bob, bob just loves his powerful strong girl too much. confident and self-assured bob is so dear to me.

writer’s note: english is not my mother tongue, so please forgive me if there is a grammatical error. hope you like it!

“H–hey, here's your milk— woah,” Bob interrupted himself when he finally lifted his gaze from the floor so he could look at you. His eyes fell on your figure, roaming up and down shamelessly, scanning in wonder-struck silence at the way you looked in the new suit. 

You were in front of your full-length mirror, analyzing with squinted eyes the way the suit that had just arrived, restyled and upgraded, looked on you. All the details you had mentioned were fixed now.

It looked good on you, you thought. It fit your body like a second skin though. But the fabric was pretty much perfect, it was comfy and flexible, it was designed to match your abilities and fighting style, without excessively exposing you.

And you still had to put on the cape, a feature Valentina had insisted on adding to the final look, that way you would impose more respect and appear more intimidating, according to her.

Bob stood frozen at the entrance of your room, in his hands he was carrying cups of milkshake he had ordered not too long ago, one of them probably meant for you.

Even though you had told him many times that you didn't like to eat or drink before a mission, he did it anyway. He cared too much about you to not to. So every time he ordered himself something, he had to order something for you as well.

“Thank you, Bob,” you offered him a kind smile nonetheless in appreciation, turning your head so that you could face him. His countenance was all flushed red and the content of the cups swirled a bit with the tremor of his hands.

“Can you help me with the cape?” you then asked, watching him as he awkwardly set the cups down on the small coffee table in the center of your bedroom before making his way towards you with swift steps, as if you were the center of gravity of the entire universe, of his universe.

He couldn't control how his eyes drifted down from your face and swept along your back, drinking in every curve, every outline of your gorgeous, perfect figure, relishing in the way the tight black fabric clung to your body like a second skin. 

Bob's gaze traced a very slow scan across your lower back, through the shape of your hips, the curve of your ass, the complex of your thighs—

“Isn't it too much?” you wondered out loud, making him flinch. Your eyes were looking at him through the reflection of the mirror as Bob stumbled to set the cape where it supposed to be, hooking it onto your shoulders very carefully, with trembling fingers. 

You could catch a glimpse through the mirror of the way his eyes were glowing under the soft yellowish light of your room, you could see your own reflection within them, melting into all the darkness of his particularly dilated pupils. The darkness in his eyes surrounded you completely.

He finished settling the cape on your back and Bob took a couple of steps back from you, permitting himself to gaze at you in awe, his mouth falling half-open.

“You're— you look nice.” He responded to you, in a stammering but entirely truthful voice, nerves racing on his tongue as he pronounced one of the many compliments that were flooding his head as he ogled you with big eyes. “L–like, really nice.”

He nodded his head in a short frenzy, approving the words from himself. Then his eyes searched yours through the reflection of the mirror and he found himself swooning as you spun around to face him, your cape twirling in the air with the effortlessly graceful motion.

You raised an eyebrow as you saw how Bob held his hands out in front of him, fingers clasped together casually. He kept an innocent visage, though his cheeks were flushed, nervous eyes dropping to the ground as he saw you walking towards him in all your glory and beauty, like a goddess stepping down from the heavens. And you didn't have to coax him into surrendering to you, he already stood in the palm of your hand, wrapped around your pretty finger.

You flustered him so much it was silly. Every step you took stirred an earthquake inside him.

He was as yours as the sun is to the moon, as darkness is to light, as craving is to love.

His heart raced as you stood in front of him, gazing at him from all your power and majesty. And Bob knew he was long gone.

“Are you okay?” you asked him in a tone that conveyed raw concern, just as much as what your eyes shared with his in their familiar, heart-warming silent intimacy.

You had your head slightly tilted and your brow just barely furrowed in worry. You looked so beautiful, so cute, that you had him speechless for a few moments.

“Y–yes, I—” Bob stuttered, jerking his head gently, dismissing any sign of worry he might spark in you. “I'll s–see you after the mission—”

Immediately after that, he rushed to grab his beloved milkshake, flashed you a lopsided smile all crooked with nervousness and stormed out of your room, almost tripping over the box full of vinyls you had yet to organize on the shelves.

Shortly before he left, Bob turned once more to look at you, with that sheepish little grin curving his lips and you noticed how he struggled to hold his cup of milkshake now low in front of him, trying to cover up the prominent bulge that had grown painfully harder the more he watched you in that suit.

And then he just disappeared.

You stood in silence, dumbfounded, staring at your door with puzzled eyes and gaping mouth. Then you glanced down at yourself, searching around for something wrong, something that looked ugly maybe, something that would cause such an outburst in Bob. 

But there was absolutely nothing wrong with you. In fact, you looked perfect. 

When you came back from the mission, the first thing you looked for in the living room once you stepped out of the elevator was Bob, naturally, eyes flicking to the couch where he usually lay down to read or gaze at the cityscape.

Yelena and Bucky were talking animatedly beside you, exchanging a single knowing glance as they both caught a glimpse of disappointment surfacing on your face, still a little sweaty from all the physical exertion the mission had taken. It had not been difficult. The guys had especially relied on your skills to accomplish it successfully.

For that, you were a bit tired, your mind and body had given up a lot to the energy of your abilities. You were still buzzing. Adrenaline was throbbing in your veins. And normally when you were like this, you reached for Bob's comfort to anchor you back to earth.

Your cape fluttered behind you as you made your way towards the hallway to the bedrooms, looking defeated.

Yelena huffed a small chuckle at you, taking a sip of water from the glass Bucky had offered her, “I can't believe that less than thirty minutes ago you were at full power, levitating off the ground, with your eyes glowing and all, and now you go crawling back to your boyfriend like this.”

You just shrugged, offering them both a small tired smile before continuing to walk towards Bob's room, needing to see him and hug him. You didn't even care that you were still wearing your suit.

You stopped in front of the door and as you were raising your hand to knock on it, it swung open with a ‘wooshh!’, revealing a very distressed looking Bob. His hair was a bit messy, he was still wearing that black shirt that looked so good on him. He had changed his pants, though, now wearing a pair of gray sweatpants, hanging dangerously low around his hips.

He looked like a hot mess. In every good sense of the term.

“You're back,” he breathed out, as if he'd been holding his breath all this time in your absence, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he gulped loudly. His eyes took a quick journey across you and widened as he noticed you were still in your suit. He pulled them back, forcefully, painfully slow back up to your face.

You looked at him strangely, realizing how you were both still standing in his doorway. “Yeah... are you okay, Bob? I feel you... closed off.”

“Yeah, it's just— I didn't want to distract you— before the mission and all that,” he explained, sounding more like a cheap excuse.

“Distract me?” You raised a single eyebrow, repeating his own word, noticing perfectly how his gaze wandered to your chest for just a split of a second, but nonetheless, you managed to catch up with it. A hint of an amused smile tugged at the corners of your lips, leaning against the threshold of his door, and he closed his eyes tightly, ducking his head in shame, knowing full well that he had been caught. Nothing could ever get past you. Not when it came to him.

“Looks like you're the distracted one here, Bob.”

“I'm not—” he stammered, his hands raised to his flushed face, “S-sorry, I don't mean to be like like a wacked out pervert— I don't want you to think less of me. It's just a s-suit.”

The last part seemed to be speaking more to himself than to you, as he grunted it under his breath, verging on a scolding.

But it wasn't just a suit.

It was you.

Your body, your naughty smile, your gaze, your lips tinted with that deadly crimson red.

A couple of beads of sweat led a wet trail down your neck. Bob could smell the saltiness oozing off your sweaty skin, mixed with that exquisite scent of your perfume. He could hear your heart pounding, the throbbing pulse in your jugular vein. Demonstrating that you were real, that you were breathing, that you were right in front of him, dressed like that.

You were devastatingly beautiful. And he was completely at your mercy.

Your hand rose to his face, making him stop his babbling with himself and lift his gaze slowly. His cheek felt warm under your palm, you didn't know if it was because he was a blushing mess or because that was the effect that your touch brought upon his skin.

“It's okay to feel desire, Bob, there's nothing wrong with that,” you reassured him, lowering your tone to a softer, more sympathetic one. “It makes me feel good that you desire me, actually.”

That got a reaction out of him, his lips quivered, hesitating whether or not to speak, until eventually, he made up his mind, “It makes you feel good?”

You nodded your head, your smile morphing to one of a little more shyness, “I thought you didn't like the way I looked in my suit. Since you just ran off without saying anything, I thought that—”

Bob interrupted you right there, shaking his head repetitively. You felt his jaw and flesh move under the palm of your hand as he spoke.

“What? No,” he blurted, huffing air as if it were the most obvious subject in the world. Regret passed over the expression of his face and he uttered your name in that adoring, soft way he did, “You look perfect. It drives me crazy, h-honestly. I haven't been able to stop t-thinking about you. You look so beautiful it makes me want to—”

He forced himself to shut up, suddenly feeling his throat constrict and his face grow even more red. One of his hands ran through his hair anxiously, looking really tense.

“You want to what?” You urged him, your breath feeling warm against his face, your thumb caressed his cheekbone, making him shiver under your touch, “Say it, Bob.”

Bob looked into your eyes again, struggling to maintain eye contact, his hands trembled at his sides, so desperate to reach out to you, to touch you, to grasp you. To hold all of you.

“Make love to you” He mumbled against your lips just before you kissed him, breathing in his air and devouring his words, covenanting them as a mutual yearning. A promise.

Bob kissed you as if you were the air his lungs depended on to breathe, his lips moving with yours like an old habit, like second nature.

“Jump,” he urged you between kisses and shaky breaths, his hands finally being set loose to reach out to touch you and hold your waist.

And you immediately complied, bouncing up and wrapping your legs around his hips. He lifted you up and held you so effortlessly. Sometimes you forgot that this man was the strongest among all of you. The strongest on the planet, most likely.

Without ever stopping kissing you, Bob locked you tightly against him with one arm while the other one stretched out towards the door, closing it behind his back once he started to walk with you in his arms over to his bed. 

Both of his hands grasped your body at the bottom of your thighs, squeezing and cupping your warm flesh through the fabric of your suit.

Promptly you felt the bulge press against the underside of your thigh, so desperate for attention, for you.

Bob broke the kiss, the noise of your mouths slipping apart from each other swept across the interior of his room, so filthy and hot. He looked at you with half-closed eyes, gaze darkened by desire and raw adoration.

He was breathless and feeling so flustered and anxious he was trembling, you could sense it as he held you close against him.

“I-I'm sorry, I don't want you to feel pressured into anything. It—” he mumbled, closing his eyes in ecstasy as he felt your fingers sinking into his hair at the back of his skull, “It just... pops up. It's inevitable when it comes to you. You drive me crazy.”

He was referring to his erection, of course. His big erection. He was ashamed of it. Bob didn't want to appear desperate —although for you, he certainly was—; someone who was unable to control himself. He was striving for control.

“Just shut up and make love to me, Bob,” you murmured, pleaded, right against his lips, your tongue grazing across his bottom lip, pulled outward, his countenance turn into a pout. “I need you inside me, now. Please, baby”

“S-shit,” he hissed a lot of cursing under his trembling breath. He was buzzing, “I-I need you too.”

Bob kissed you one more time as he laid you down on his bed very gently, careful not to trip or get tangled up in your cape.

His lips traced a path of kisses across your face, down your chin, along your neck. Your body quivered as you felt his tongue run across your skin, wiping away a bead of sweat.

Your legs were still on either side of his hips, one of his hands was running up and down the outside of your thigh and the other was supporting his own weight on the side of your body.

You arched your back for him, grinding against his crotch. Bob groaned lightly into your skin at the friction.

“You drive me crazy— you don't know what you provoke in me,” he uttered, rasping out against the skin of your neck, like an unhinged man, blinded by lust and longing. “This fucking suit— shit. You look so good, so pretty for me. I need you so bad, baby. All the time.”

Rarely did Bob call you by pet names, but every one of those occasions elicited the exact same reaction out of you. Your gaze would darken and your eyes would squint. You didn't have to tell him anything at all. Your body spoke everything to him, calling out to him in silence, in complicity.

With you, the intimacy, the complicity spoke for itself above the silence.

He knew the power he had in you. He knew exactly how to use it.

“P-please... ah—” yet he still begged you, whimpering just from friction and touch alone, pulling his head out of your neck and bringing his face closer to yours. He kissed your lips once more, just as your legs squeezed tighter around his waist, pulling him closer to you and making him pant against your mouth. “I dreamt of your legs wrapped around my waist. Just like this...”

Even Bob couldn't fully recognize himself. He was in some kind of deep lust trance, everything was blurred, except for you. Just beneath him, your beautiful body squirming, flushed against his.

To think that not so long ago you had been out there, in your nice suit, in full super-heroine mode, helping and saving people. Protecting kids from the bad guys, fighting for them.

They all probably looked up to you with adoration, everyone would most likely be jealous of him if they knew how he had you now.

None of them could ever see you like this. Only in their dreams. 

“Only in their dreams,” a voice murmured at the back of his mind.

“Bobby...” You breathed out his name, pleading for mercy, for him to do something, anything at all. One of your hands was curled around his forearm at your side, squeezing it to attract his attention. Your fingertips absentmindedly traced the veins outlined against his skin trough his arm. You could feel his throbbing pulse on them. Desperate and hepless. Craving. 

“Let me taste you, baby, please” Bob cooed, his voice coming raspy and desperate out of his throat, “I need to taste you, yeah?”

“Y-yes, yes,” your mouth moved faster than your mind, gazing at him with eyes glazed over with lust. “W-wait, I have to take off my suit first, let me—”

Bob cut you off with a sloppy little kiss, pressing his forehead affectionately against yours, his nose nuzzling yours just before he pulled away, “I-I got it.”

He patted your thigh gently and you unwrapped your legs from his waist, following him with your gaze attentively as he settled over you carefully so that his fingers reached around your neck, in search of the zipper of the suit. When he found it, he began to pull it down, looking at you with ravenous eyes, blinking so slowly that it seemed like he wasn't blinking at all.

“Turn a little and lift your hips up, baby.” He said to you once the zipper trail was almost reaching your lower back. As he unzipped the bottom of it, you took off your top to help him, leaving your bare chest on full display for him. “That's it. God...”

Bob shakily exhaled air as he became aware that you weren't wearing any underwear at all, he had to be extremely careful not to tear the zipper into a thousand tiny pieces with the force he squeezed it, pulling it further below your hips.

“You don't wear anything under it? Should I be worried about this?”

His tone of voice was so confident and borderline playful that for a moment you felt like he was someone else entirely. He really wanted to look confident for you, he wanted to provide you that security and comfort. You were stripping naked for him, for God's sake. Bob had to make an extra effort to appear confident and self-assured.

“Just for you, baby,” you assured him, shifting your legs slightly just once to help him pull the suit off completely, tugging it delicately down your thighs. The distinctive noise of the zipper, which this time was reaching your ears like the most arousing noise on the planet, ceased at last, reaching its end.

“J-just for me,” Bob echoed, leaning into you again like a magnet to a gravity core. His lips latched onto your naked thigh, kissing the side considering the position you were lying on his bed now. His wet, leisurely kisses awakened shivers on your skin. He could smell how aroused you were. He practically could taste how wet your sex was. Thinking about it made his mouth water.

“So pretty, so beautiful, my God,” he babbled, his trail of kisses reaching your lower stomach, tickling you in a way that made you sigh. Bob looked up at you for just a moment, his pupils blown out with pleasure, “How could someone like me deserve something like this?”

It all seemed more like a conversation with himself, like if he was walking through a daydream.

Your hand came to rest on his face, cupping his cheek, and he leaned against your palm instantly, closing his eyes for a moment.

“Bobby, please,” you pleaded.

And he gave in immediately, kissing the palm of your hand, “You don't have to beg me for anything. You already have it.”

His kisses trailed back down your stomach and you arched your back so beautifully for him. When he pulled away from your hand, it fell to the side of you on the bed. You clenched in a trembling fist all the fabric of whatever you could catch hold of.

“Are you— are you sure about this?” he looked up to you for consent, his fingers soothingly caressing your thighs, hands pressing them to either side of his face and settling them on his shoulders. When he saw you nodding your head, too much overcome with lust, he brushed a kiss on the inside of your knee, attempting to get your full attention back, “I need words, baby.”

You hurried to answer, babbling, gazing down at him, kneeling so pretty in between your legs as if they were the gates to heaven, “Yes, Bob, baby, please.”

He kissed your other knee now and then licked his lips, hungrily.

“I want to see you fall apart under me,” his hot breath brushed against the skin of your inner thighs, spreading your legs a little wider with a delicate but assured grip. “You're soaking wet, baby,” he marveled, in awe watching your pussy dripping with his adored honeyed water, yet his voice sounded disappointed, “you're wasting my meal.”

The mere sight of how his eyes sparkled with adoration as he gazed at your pussy could have made you cum right there if you started to think about it too much. Bob looked at you as if you were the center of the universe, the entrance to paradise, the sun he orbited around. 

It all made sense when you were there. Your presence in the room shifted the whole gravity of his being. His everything was for you. He was all made for you.

All the sense he could possibly envision now was to devour your pussy as if it were his last meal. He devoured it like a starving man, like reaching an oasis in the most arid desert, drowning and sheltering into it.

The sloshing sounds that spread with each stroke of his tongue between your wet folds made you flush all over, throwing your head back against one of his pillows and squeezing your eyes tightly shut, muttering and moaning his name out like a prayer.

To Bob, that noise was the most beautiful melody he'd ever heard. He sucked particularly hard onto your slit, pushing his tongue just barely into your gushing hole, pulling a loud, raspy moan from your throat. Oh, that noise...

His name sounded like the utmost hopeless and religious chant out of your pretty mouth. At that moment he was loving his name, loving the way you moaned it and kept murmuring it, as if it was yours, holding it close to your heart.

Amidst all the acoustic thrill of raw passion, mingled with his own soft whimpers breathing out into your core, Bob could nearly hear the stars themselves just above his red, hot ears. 

Your cunt was pulsing all around the tip of his tongue and Bob sensed, tasted your heartbeat through it. 

To feel that close to you nearly made him cum right there in his sweatpants.

One of his hands unclasped your leg, crawling up through your skin, his digits drawing a smooth path up your stomach, through your ribcage, all the way to reach your chest, cupping one of your breasts with a possessive hold.

“Bob— uhh—” you croaked out his name, glancing down at him with half-closed eyes, searching for his gaze in desperation.

Your back curved into such a perfect arch, your body squirming up against him as you felt his tongue flick your clit, his fingertips gently caressing your nipple. The stimulation would soon knock you into fucking heaven.

“Yeah, baby,” he responded to your call, disconnecting his mouth just an inch from your pussy, feeling lust-drunk enough to hold your gaze. His whole mouth was drenched with you, the slickness glistening under the dim light of his bedroom. His other hand sneaked between your legs, just barely brushing your pulsating cunt, “I'm here, hm? I got you, angel.”

Angel. That one was new.

You looked as close as he could ever imagine to an angel; sprawled on his bed, your body, magnificent, perfect, damp with sweat and arousal, your gaze searching for his in longing. There, in the shadows, Bob saw the whitish gleam of your energy flashing through your orbs, your power lingering in the air, pulsating along with your heartbeat.

You were so powerful, so strong and marvelous.

And you were all his to break apart.

“Are you going to cum for me?” He asked right before passionately kissing your pussy, his fingertips teasing your clit as he plunged his tongue deep into you, knocking all the air out of your lungs. “I got you, I got you.”

Bob felt you clench impossibly tight all around the two fingers he had thrust into your warm, fluttering hole, barely pressing against the spongy walls of your insides. He sucked your clit just right, breathing your name against your hot flesh. That's what pushed you over the edge, making you cum, falling apart so devastatingly beautiful against his mouth.

He slurped and drank in everything you had to offer him, lapping at your cunt as if he was drowning and it was the oxygen he needed to keep afloat. 

He paused to gaze at you attentively as he made you cum, your whole body buzzing, squirming so beautifully under his touch that you resembled some ethereal, otherworldly sight.

His name rasped out of your throat, as if it were your own religion.

“There you go...” Bob cooed, his eyes hazy with adoration, licking his lips clean and kissing your twitching pussy once again. “So good to me. So good...”

His lips kissed a trail upwards, swiping his tongue occasionally across the scars and freckles that decorated your skin as a constellation that appealed to him to adore. Eventually, Bob reached your face, looking down at you with pure love and a glimpse of that gentle shyness of his natural mannerism.

“A-are you okay?”

Bob watched your soul slowly crawl back to the ground and to your body, right back to him, finally snapping out of your post-orgasm trance. He propped his weight against the bed on the side of your waist with one hand, his thumb brushing against your bare skin and he brought the other to your face, caressing your cheek reassuringly. 

Your response was your mouth seeking his to join in a deep, loving kiss. Bob closed his eyes, kissing you back, his hand cradling your face.

You could taste yourself through his lips and tongue. And that managed to turn you on even more. 

Wrapped in an adrenaline surge of lust pumping through your veins, you rolled both of you over on the bed, laying him underneath you now. 

It was nice that you had much more stamina and energy than a normal human. Although there, you didn't feel like a human at all.

You were animals driven by their own instincts.

Bob gasped against your lips, his eyes barely opening so he could visualize you on top of him now, grinding your ass down on his rock-hard erection as you sat so prettily on his lap.

“Shit,” he croaked out your name, his hands grabbing as much of you as they possibly could, sliding past the curve of your waist to your ass, pressing you harder down onto him in urging. “If you keep doing that— I-I'm going to—”

You stopped all movement of your body and sat perfectly motionless on his lap. Bob whined hoarsely in protest, but you didn't let him utter a word, your finger pressed against his lips, silencing him instantly.

“I want you to cum inside me, Bob.” You purred against his ear, your tongue lazily stroking his earlobe. He froze speechless, just staring at you flabbergasted, still delighting in the way you had said those filthy words, so softly and lovingly. He strained himself to keep strong and not burst into his boxers at your words alone. “Let me take your clothes off, okay? Can I see all of you, baby?”

“Yes, p-please, just take everything of me— it's all yours” he promised you, helping you take off that black t-shirt he knew you loved to see on him so much. Exactly why he had put it on that morning.

When his naked torso was fully exposed for you, you bent down to kiss his neck, his collarbone, his pecs, your tongue spent some extra time fondling his sensitive nipples and Bob's legs twitched under your thighs.

The light in the room flickered for a split second and you just grinned against his flushed skin.

“I-I'm sorry—” he apologized with his voice lowering sheepishly, embarrassed. Then he closed his eyes when you raised your head to hush him with a kiss that was more tender than anything, reassuring him in silence.

Then your lips specifically grazed the spot where his heart was, beating maniacally on the other side of his skin.

He was so perfect, effortlessly perfect.

Bob was the most powerful man on planet Earth and yet, he was crumbling beneath you, bowing to the mercy of your touch.

You might as well just tear his chest apart and take his heart, it was already lying open for you, so full of you.

It was yours to take, to hold, to shatter.

You took your time to strip off his gray sweatpants, kissing his thighs, his knees and his calves, gently tugging at the hem of the gray fabric until you eventually slid it off his body and tossed it on the floor, forgotten alongside your scandalous suit.

Bob stared at you with a blushing, timid face as you rose again up through his body, your fingers lightly fiddling with the hem of his boxers now, fully ruined by all the pre-cum he'd been spilling. And you lifted your gaze, searching for his, silently asking for his consent.

He nodded tremblingly, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.

With wobbly hands he helped you take off his boxers, lifting his hips so you could slide them down his body and toss them into the pile of clothes lying on the floor as well.

His cock sprung free and you looked at it in awe.He was so big, bigger than you had ever had before. It was long too, hard, powerful and desperate for you, just like him.

It's head was furiously red, throbbing and oozing pre-cum incessantly. You found it impossible not to bend down to his groin and swipe your tongue along his slit, scooping up every essence of him and savoring it delightfully. Your tongue lolled along the prominent vein that bulged all along his shaft.

Bob's eyes rolled back and in a blur of bliss, he had to struggle to guide a hand to your head, fingers brushing across your cheek to get your attention. You looked up at him with big, lustful eyes, swallowing everything you had slurped out of him. The taste was bittersweet, hot, familiar, like him.

“No— don't do— don't do that, p-please,” he begged for your mercy in a raspy, cracked, breathless voice. “Come here.”

His hand gripped yours as you took it and carefully, but hurriedly helped you to position yourself on top of him once again, his digits latched onto you your waist, holding you as you squatted just above his lap, straddling him.

You grabbed his cock and held it up against your pussy, the swollen tip slowly sliding in between your wet folds, pushing achingly slow through your entrance.

Both of you sighed at the contact. Wet, hot, shaky and desperate.

Slowly you began to sink down on his cock, hands pressed on his shoulders, clenching them more and more with every inch he pushed inside you. 

Bob whimpered shudderingly, choking back the deep, heavy moan that crawled up his throat. He could feel his whole body shivering, squinting his eyes as he leaned his sweaty forehead against your shoulder, struggling to steady his breathing. It was like his soul was slipping out of his body and merging with yours.

No one had ever been so close to his soul. And he didn't think anyone else would, either. No one did it like you. 

His veiny hands at your waist gripped your flesh, yet they never pressed you hard enough to push you lower any faster, no, he would wait for you so patiently, giving you the pause to accustom yourself to his size.

“You do it so— so good.” Bob praised hoarsely into your shoulder, his wet lips grazing across your skin, drooling all over you, “you take it so good, you take me so good. There's n-no one like you— no one.”

Heavenly, him pressing against you, his lips laying softly upon your neck, marking you on the outside and inside, his mouth felt like heaven, his kisses falling upon you like stars, shaping a constellation of raw adoration. 

Your pussy fluttered around him, squishing him deeper inside. 

One of his hands wandered down to your back, fingers tracing your spine reassuringly. He just took the time to reassure you amidst all the blissful trance of pleasure you made him feel.

“Just a little more, baby,” he murmured, his hand caressing your ass appreciatively. Your warm, spongy walls clamped down tight around his cock and Bob's voice cracked. “Oh— S-shit—”

You moaned so loudly against his forehead that your whole spine seemed to twitch, finally feeling your ass pressed down on his lap. He was so deep that you easily thought his tip was almost reaching all into your guts now. 

“You're so deep, Bob” You whined, just barely pulling away from him so you could look at him. His eyes were already locked on yours and you caught a glimpse of that golden sparkle flashing through them, his irises glowing like two suns in the twilight. “Bobby—”

Your words struck him to the core and his eyes flashed golden once again, utterly starting to lose control. 

“I'm here,” he hissed, panting your name breathlessly, his hands caressed your skin, scoring his imprint on it. He kissed you sloppily, “I got you, I always got you.”

As you began to move on top of him, Bob suddenly felt like he was in heaven. He could no longer envision a life where he didn't feel this way, where he didn't feel you. He shall be yours in every life.

He dropped back on the bed as your hand pushed against his chest, bending down with him and bouncing your hips so lusciously against his that you actually could see his eyes filling with tears, looking up at you riding him in pure adoration. 

Bob whimpered your name endlessly, crying it out in a hoarse, broken voice, his hands squeezed your waist, your hips, your ass, anything they could possibly grope out of you.

“My God—” his eyes rolled back, arching his back as you delivered a particularly hard bounce down his cock, so deep that he saw the stars twinkle in the darkness right behind you. 

The constant filthy noise of flesh slapping against flesh soon merged with the pornographic acoustic medley of moans, shattered sighs, slurred whispers of names and nonsense words.

You kissed his lips lazily, then his nose, and his chin as you cooed, “You feel so good, baby.”

The bed was beginning to creak beneath the ruthless sway of your hips, ass bouncing up and down heavy against his thighs, so deep that every time you bottomed out you felt him in your throat. His heavy balls were pressed hard against your ass, throbbing, so ready to give you everything they had, to fill you up to the brim, as if it were his sole purpose in life. 

“You're perfect— perfect,” he croaked out so pathetically to you, thrusting his hips up to meet yours, plunging into you as if you were his nest, engulfing himself within your soft, warm, spongy walls, pressing against that squishy spot that knocked the breath right out of you.

He kissed your lips once more and in a fragment of a second Bob flipped you over on the bed, rutting into you so good that it made you gasp between kisses. 

Bob began to set the pace just as your legs wrapped around his hips, pressing him impossibly close to you.

“Right there?” he whispered, burying his head down on your chest, nuzzling your sternum. “You feel perfect— so tight, my God—”

He kept on praising you endlessly, kissing you, grasping you, breathing in the air you breathed out, sharing the same oxygen, the same time-space that existed between you, that little inches that belonged to both of you and no one else.

“You feel like heaven.”

That was enough for him to have you cumming again, in some way even more earth-shattering than the last orgasm. Your body started to wobble, your pussy squelching and clenching so tightly wrapped around his cock. 

The light voltage in the room lowered and raised, matching the racing beat of your heart.

Bob sensed the energy sparking off your body and blending with his own, merging and intertwining as one. 

After feeling that, after feeling you so close, so inhumanly close, beyond the physical plane, beyond anything he had ever felt in his life —it was euphoric, overwhelming—; he was cumming too, picking up the pace to reach the apex of his high. 

He buried himself in you to the hilt, sobbing out a ragged whimper as he leaned his forehead against yours. 

The atmosphere shifted and the light in the room flickered once again.

His load felt hot and thick inside you, coloring your insides with his color, spurting what resembled an ocean of him inside your womb. His hips jerked, his cock shooting out ropes and ropes of hot seed, marking you from the inside.

Bob remained motionless on top of you, panting up against your face, keeping his eyes closed, buried to the fucking hilt inside your overwhelmingly stuffed pussy, making sure nothing could spill out.  

And even though his body was drained and succumbing to post-orgasm limpness, he was careful not to collapse his full weight on you, supporting his hands on either side of your shoulders. 

Your arms wrapped around his neck, hugging him close to you, hands soothingly caressing his back. He sighed against your lips, slowly opening his eyes.

Until then you hadn't realized that the room was completely dark now. 

“I think we just blew out the voltage of the room.” You uttered after a comfortable silence, your throat felt scratchy and though you were still in the haze of the afterglow, your voice came out rather playful.

Bob glanced lazily away from you, finally noticing that there was, in fact, no light. He was grateful for that in a way, that way you couldn't see the blushing, tear-stained mess that was his face, snuggling it against your chest. 

“I'm s-sorry,” he stammered in his own raspy voice as well, embarrassed, as if he wasn't balls deep inside you, his seed gushing out of your pussy. “I think— I think it was me.”

“I think it was both of us.” You smiled lovesickly as you kissed his sweaty forehead, fingers tracing his shoulder blades. “Don't worry, we'll fix it. Just give me a few minutes.”

Bob placed a couple of kisses on your chest before he began to reluctantly push himself up, carefully pulling out of you. You both sighed lightly at the over-stimulation and the loss of connection. Although, even when he had already slipped his cock off you, you could still feel him inside, leaking out of your gaping pussy, trickling down your thighs.

Bob rushed off in search of a washcloth, stumbling over the pile of clothes you had tossed on the floor. The sound of his feet walking clumsily back to you made you grin.

Then he swiped the cloth in between your legs, very delicately, wiping you clean. The contact made you shiver from the sensibility.

And even through the shadows of the darkness, you could see him frown slightly, very much focused on taking care of you, sensing how the fabric of the cloth felt uncomfortable against your sensitive skin, “I'm sorry.”

“You apologize too much, baby” you tried to reassure him, already in need of him close to you again. “Come here.”

Bob instantly flopped down on the bed next to you, careful not to crush you, but with your arms wrapping around his shoulders and pulling him tight against you it was complicated.

In between hugs and caresses, he ended up being the little spoon, happy to be able to feel your chest pressing against his back, arms embracing his torso.

“Did I— I do okay?” he asked after a brief silence, anxious.

“You were perfect.” You assured him, tenderly kissing his shoulder.

“You too” Bob whispered back, grabbing one of your hands on his chest and bringing it to his mouth, planting soft kisses on your knuckles. The words raced up his throat even before he could think, “I love you.”

He let the words carry up into the silence of the darkness and held his breath, already considering that he had ruined everything.

“I love you too, Bob.”

If it hadn't been for you holding him, his limbs tangled with yours, and because well, you were there, Bob had jumped out of his bed in joy.

But, because you were there, he stayed still, perfectly still, and smiled, utterly in love, savoring the way you had said the three words to him.

You were closing your eyes, drifting off in exhaustion when, through your super-hearing you heard steps approaching through the hallway, of more than a pair of feet, mixing with the voices of your teammates.

“What could have happened?” You heard Ava's voice ask, her tone hovering somewhere between worried and annoyed.

Yelena sighed. “I don't know. Some power failure?”

“A power failure in the whole city?” John remarked, as snarky as usual.

Your eyes opened wide and Bob halted his cute kisses on your hand, turning his head so he could look at you like a deer dazzled by lights.

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[wisteriadumster]

dating Emma Frost hcs ⋆.ೃ࿔*

this is strictly wlw!!

it’s also my first time writing for her, so please excuse anything ooc! (^_^)

• she’s a very passionate person when it comes to you and her beliefs, so expect very deep and meaningful talks at random times

• she would never do anything meaningfully mean to you, she tries her best to watch her tone and attitude so she doesn’t hurt your feelings

• but she will absolutely hurt peoples feelings for you, someone got your order wrong at a high end restaurant? she’s complaining!

• she uses pet names such as; darling, my love, beautiful, sweetheart.

• “come here for a moment, sweetheart.”

• “Your wonderful, my love.”

• she may not always say it, but she really does love you.

• she shows most of her affection through gifts, you’ll find a beautiful necklace on your bathroom counter, the next day a matching pair of earrings.

• when with Emma, the food is always delicious. she doesn’t tolerate poorly made food!

• takes forever in the bathroom, she gets distracted looking at herself and fixing her hair.

• she loves praise!!

• “your so pretty, Emma!” “I know, darling.”

• she may brush it off as if she’s told that often (she is) but it feels special when you say it to her.

• loves to wear matching dresses, jewelry, ect at parties. especially hellfire gala.

• you can trust her word, if you ask if your hair looks okay, Emma always tells the truth.

• “your hair looks awful, my love. let me fix it for you.”

• spa days are common occurrence with Emma, manicures, massages, hot tubs, everything you could think of!

• she loves to spoil you so much!

• you always feel loved when with Emma, you can practically feel it radiating off of her.

Emma Frost please marry me 🙇‍♀️

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emma frost x fem!reader [ x-men hollywood au ]

warnings: language, alludes to homophobia

notes: it's my first time writing for emma, so forgive me!! i'm obsessed with this idea tho <3 basically, all the x-men are hollywood actors! this is also based off of movie emma and my interpretation of her :)) i hope you enjoy, and i plan to write more for this pairing, especially stuff inspired by the moodboard above!!

"oh god." you mutter under your breath. you feel the most nauseous you have felt all day and that's saying a lot, because you threw up this morning. you usually don't get nervous for events - you've done a lot of them, despite being a newer actress - but this one is big. like, really big. you're nominated for an award tonight, best supporting actress and while you're ecstatic, you're also nervous. you're proud of yourself for earning the nomination alone, but you know, deep down, that if you don't win, you'll be disappointed in yourself.

your co-star charles has tried to calm you the whole morning, but nothing has been working. you're too nervous and in your head about things.

you clutch charles' arm for support as your head spins. you start to slowly fall and he catches you with one hand on your waist and another resting on your back. "alright, love?" he asks you as you sigh. he knows the defeated breath is a tentative yes and he helps you stand straight again.

his hand rests on your back and you try to loosen the tension in your body. you two start to walk, hand-in-hand through the crowded hallways from when you hear a fit of giddy laughs to the right of you. your head whips to the side to see their owners. it's a trio of teenage girls staring at you and charles. they can't be any older than sixteen, and oh my god, they're wearing matching shirts with pictures of you and charles on them.

the tension comes back to every muscle in your body. you feel a sense of discomfort crawl all over you. you appreciate the support, you really do, but the fact that everyone believes you and your co-star are deeply in love annoys you at times. it's ironic that you're rolling your eyes at this - you were the one to offer charles a fake relationship to conceal his real one with erik - you knew things like this would come with it. and you know he hates it as much as you do too. you wish people would be more accepting, so none of this would have to happen.

you suddenly feel another wave of nausea and you detach yourself from charles. you tell him you're heading to the bathroom, giving him a reassuring smile after. you can tell he's not completely convinced you're okay, he saw the girls and their uncomfortable fan merch too, but he smiles back at you nonetheless.

you speed walk towards the women's room, dodging familiar faces on the way. and when you're finally inside the more private and quiet room, you take a deep breath.

your mind is more clear from just being less physically crowded, but the nerves are still very present. you set your hands on a nearby sink, looking at yourself in the mirror. i look sick, you think. you hope no one else has noticed.

"feeling nervous?" you hear a sweet voice ask from behind you. by the woman's teasing tone alone, you feel a sudden and new warmth pool deep inside you.

you turn around to see the very woman who you're competing against tonight, emma frost. you've been told she also happens to be fake dating erik, because it gives them both more publicity. you internally roll your eyes. emma frost loves publicity. in fact, she's probably going to report to some celebrity gossip site that 'y/n l/n was seen looking extra nervous for the award show tonight. is she unconfident about her talents or even some of her upcoming projects?' and you do not have the time for someone like that right now.

she has a smirk on her face, almost like she can see what's coursing through your brain. "no need to feel that way, darling. i'll tell you the outcome tonight."

she walks closer to you and you notice her dress. it's bright white and skin tight, hugging her in all the right places. it makes her stand out, and she knows it. you can't help but stare at her silver glittery lips for too long either. your body squirms under her gaze.

she touches your arm, rubbing it in a way that would usually be comforting, but for now, it just has your heart racing. "tonight, i'm going to walk home with a big silver trophy to match my pretty lips and you're going to walk home with nothing." and then she smiles. she smiles with those pretty lips and you register what she told you.

you had a minute of slight euphoria, but now the anxiety and worry settles in you again.

fuck her, you think. you were wrong to even admire her beauty for a second because why does she have to be so goddamn mean? you huff and push her aside, walking out of the bathroom into the noticably cooler air.

----

taking your seat next to charles, he puts his familar hand over yours and you relax a bit. "you were in the bathroom for a while," he whispers in your ear, "everything okay?"

you nod. "got stopped by that bitch, emma frost." you tell him bitterly. a part of you feels bad for calling her names, but you can't help it. she found your weak spot and hit it, you're hurt and embarrassed.

charles raises his eyebrows, but doesn't get a chance to say anything back to you because the screen in front of you lights up and everyone starts cheering and clapping in anticipation.

you join in too. the clapping, not the cheering,. because you know what's about to happen and you're too worried to be yelling right now.

a presenter walks up on stage, grabbing the microphone. "the next category is best supporting actress!" if you weren't frozen before, you were certainly very frozen now. you can't feel anything except the thumping of your heart in your chest. "our nominees this year are...jean grey....y/n l/n and....emma frost!"

the crowd cheers and you just wish this presenter would hurry up already. you need to know the winner now. it's been eating at you for more than days and your mind craves an answer more than anything else.

"and the winner is..." your eyes widen. oh, no. oh, god, no.

"y/n l/n!!"

you go still. what? you hear the crowd cheering but it sounds muffled, until charles places a kiss on your cheek and gives you a side hug, grounding you. you hear the people's loud and enthusiastic cheers now and it tugs on your heart strings. "i'm proud of you." charles whispers in your ear, his voice being louder than the rest. you look around the large room and smile. you decide that you are proud of you too. it was stupid to doubt yourself that much, you worked so many long nights to get here.

on your way up to the stage, you pass emma and give her what anybody else would interpret as a genuine smile, but what you know, is a passive aggressive gesture. you expect her to look defeated, but all she does is smirk at you with her tongue swirling slowly in her mouth, tilting her head. her lipstick is smudged and it draws your attention to her mouth even more. you pause and your body heats up again, thinking about what else that mouth of hers could do, but then it quickly continues walking. relax your mind, stupid idiot, you think to yourself. because you can't be thinking about the infuriating emma frost like that, can you?

that's it!! feedback and constructive criticism are HAPPILY accepted, have a lovely day or night <33

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Ballet ❥Dutch Van Der Linde

DUTCH VAN DER LINDE X FEMALE READER

CW➻❥ public sex ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ praise ⋆ hickeys ⋆ lots of touching ⋆ orgasm ⋆ I’m sure there’s more

Arthur and Charles parts coming soon!

WC➻❥1570➻❥ this isn't well proof read so any mistakes or odd things are purely accidental

Summary➻❥ you’re a ballerina performing at a theatre in Saint Denis. After a successful performance you and a close friend meet a group of men. Your friend wanders off with one of the men and one excuses himself, leaving you alone with a particularly tall and handsome man. You guide him under the stage where he praises you and you have one more performance.

A/N ➻❥ heyyy.. sorry I disappeared, I’m living the dream and dating a cowboy but I’m on spring break and flowing with ideas soooo you’ll see more from me

You spun in your pointe shoe, holding your breath as you did your best to not ruin the show.

Tip-toeing across the stage as the music softened, you prepared yourself for a leap.

A scary breath left your lungs as you danced through the air. Your feet were like a feather as they touched the floorboards, sliding across as you posed for the solo dance.

Your friend spun and leapt through, swaying with the music as it went from gentle to dramatic. Other dancers went in, performing their act with her. You stayed still, posed as a statue until the music calmed down.

You finished the show with soft turns, moving to the tunes often connected to a music box.

Spinning off the stage and hidden into the curtains.

You were with your friend, arms hooked together as you walked through the crowds.

There was an after party to celebrate the extraordinary show you had just performed.

Your eyes wandered towards a small group of men, three huddled together with their drinks, conversing deeply.

“Mind if we join gentlemen?” Your friend was confident, no wonder she had the solo.

“Oh why of course!” A man with a finely carved mustache smiled, you separated from your friend, standing next to the tall man, she stood close with the man that had a light stubble.

The man was shorter than the one you stood beside, he was a big build, his dark hair blended in with his skin in the dim lighting.

“You ladies were exquisite tonight, I couldn’t get my eyes off how flawlessly you danced.” The man tipped his top hat, “well it’s an art.” Your friend smiled.

“Dutch, Dutch Van Der Linde.” The man gently clasped your knuckles before he kissed your hand.

You blushed, your friend introducing herself, you followed behind.

“This here is Charles, and this fine gentleman is Arthur.” You smiled back to Charles, passing it over to Arthur.

You watched as your friend dragged Arthur away, his arm wrapped around her.

“I think I’ll go grab a drink.” Charles cleared his throat before slipping out of the disbanding group.

“Suppose you and I could find a spot more, quiet.” Dutch rasped, “oh really?” You flirt back as your cheeks feel warm. “Do you have a spot?” His hand wrapped around you, pulling you in close. “I might.”

You pushed into a stairwell, “you best follow me,” you giggled and began down the stairs, “oh you tease.” He was quick to follow.

You had made it down under the stage. The orchestra was booming within every inch.

The production of people who had helped achieve the traditional famous ballet had disappeared off to enjoy the rest of their evening. “Are you sure nobody will see us?” He seemed hesitant but couldn’t resist not wanting to do you. “I’ve performed here for years, trust me we could be here all night.” He smirked at your answer, “well that can be arranged.”

You finally led him far enough from the entrance to reduce your chances of being heard. You turned around and were met with Dutch cupping your face and kissing you. You stepped back and leaned against a support beam, catching yourself in the sudden moment.

You accept the kiss and push your lips with his, your hand’s fiddling to undo the buttons of his dress shirt. His hand grabbed your covered breast, his grip hard and eager. You finally had exposed most of his torso before you moved to his pants, his hand traveled up your chest to your shoulder. His fingers sliding under the thick strap that held up your costume.

As he pulls, your costume loosened, you pull away from him to release the silk laces of corset, pulling them with inpatient haste. Dutch retreats from your first kiss, his eyes darting around your body, watching as you finish the job of removing your clothes. He looks at your newly exposed skin, staring as you seductively removed your stockings, rolling them down your thighs, then to your ankles and down your fastened pointe shoes.

You continue down to remove your shoes, “allow me.” He smiles. Going onto a knee and delicately untying your shoes, scared of ruining your nice and surely expensive pointes. He removes the tight slipper from your foot, placing it in the pile of your discarded clothes. Your other shoe followed behind. His hands remove your scrunched tights leaving them on the floor as his hands glide up your legs. “You were beautiful up there.” He kisses up your thighs. You raise a leg up against the beam, “oh please.” You slightly moan, “like an art.” He was inching closer. “I couldn’t keep my eyes off you. My mind was rushing with fantasies. Fantasies of what you looked like out of that outfit.” His lips hover, hot air warming your legs. Your body tenses, anticipating the hope of his warm tongue. However he stands, his lips touching your neck. Your back arches, your neck leans into the kiss. He sucks lightly before pulling back. A hand raises to his mouth and he catches his spit. Your eyes close as you prepare to have this awfully attractive man fuck you.

Your body tightens as he slowly pushes into you. He’s gentle, a hand wraps around your thigh and lifts it, allowing more comfort. A moan purrs out of you quietly, your shoulders relax and you grip the wooden beam tightly. A loud exhale leaves Dutch, he pursues his lips as he exhales. His free hand caresses your jaw, which makes you open your eyes. His umber eyes admire your face, they admire the way your eyes react to his steady pace. He leans in, parting your lips with his, he consumes your quiet moans, devouring each shudder.

Dutch quickens his pace, your body rubbing against the smooth wood. You ignore the discomfort as your pleasure heightens. “Ooo,” you hum as his cock pushes deeper. He relieves an itch you hadn’t noticed. Dutch draws quick breaths, groans exiting as he thrusts. Your eyes close, you roll your hips which makes Dutch groan louder. You bite your bottom lip at his reaction, your climax starting to climb. In response to your hip rolls, Dutch grips your waist tightly, his head lowers and he kisses your neck. He sucks, harder, traveling down your neck and to your breasts, savouring each inch of skin his lips meet.

Your body begins to tighten as your climax climbs faster alongside Dutch's pace. His grip on your body is tight as his own climax is rising. Your nails dig into the support beam that holds you entirely. You bring a hand to Dutch’s face, bringing it up and smashing your lips into his. It’s hard to breathe as you both consume each other and the air that surrounds you. Your hand rests over his shoulder.

The peak of your climax makes you weak, tensing each muscle as it hits. Your nails claw into Dutch’s shoulder and the beam. Your kiss is interrupted with a drawn out moan as he thrusts through your climax. You can feel his smirk against your lips, satisfied with your pleasure. You take deep breaths as you come back from your high of ecstasy, your body conflicted with the current thrusts of pleasure and the comedown of your high.

Dutch kisses you gently and pulls his throbbing cock out. He drops your thigh and both hands caress your breasts before holding your face. “You are remarkable in more ways than one.” He whispers into your mouth. His hands let go of you, tracing your body before going to his pants. “Is this why you go to shows?” You pull back and look into his dark eyes, “is this why you perform?” He shoots back with a low, seductive tone.

He bends down and grabs your tights, “allow me.” He says once more and begins to dress you, taking your feet with tender care and slipping them up your legs. You look down at him, his eyes focused on your body as he rolls your thighs up. For a moment they shoot up to you with a sense of submission in them before going down to your costume.

You assist with the costume, pulling the straps over your shoulders and fixing your tutu. Dutch laces your pointe shoes with grace, allowing you to easily remove them once in the changing room. “May I escort you to the changing room?” He offers as he rises from the ground. You push off the support beam and grab the bottom button of his shirt and begin to button it. “Do you want to keep your friends waiting any longer?” You reply, staring at his chest as you button it. “I’m sure that friend of yours has kept Arthur rather occupied.” Dutch chuckles, “how about your other friend?” You ask, running your hands down his chest as you finish the last button. “Oh I’m sure he found something, or someone, to distract him.” Dutch smirks and begins to walk with you, wrapping a hand around your waist.

You make it to the entrance of the dressing room, “till I see you perform next.” Dutch tips his hat with a wink, “in your dreams.” You tease before laying a kiss on his cheek. You watch as he turns and begins walking off before you enter the dressing room, your cheeks flush.

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Totally didn’t disappear from writers block but yall there are 2 fics in the works but neither are rdr2. One is Elliot from Euphoria because I just rewatched it, and the other is Ryan from Yellowstone because he’s a hot ass cowboy

[wisteriadumster]

Waterfall ❥Eagle Flies

EAGLE FLIES X FEMALE READER

CW➻❥ ⋆ hooking up ⋆ lots of kissing ⋆ m! & f! Orgasm ⋆ f! Oral ⋆ outdoor sex ⋆

WC➻❥1687➻❥ this isn't well proof read so any mistakes or odd things are purely accidental

Summary➻❥ after coming with a friend, Charles smith, you help the struggling native tribe the Wapiti. One of the tribal members recognizes you and asks to take you out riding as a thank you for helping him and his people. He takes you to the top of the gorgeous Donner Falls where you receive the ultimate thank you.

A/N ➻❥ Eagle Flies is definitely the youngest person I have ever written about, but in my mind he’s anywhere from 19-23. I’ll start posting more too as well

Do Not Steal Or Translate My Work!

You rode with your close friend, Charles Smith, he was leading you to the native Wapiti tribe. “We’re just helping them live comfortably, I suppose. They don’t have much, so we’re being very helpful.” Charles spoke, he hadn’t said anything prior, just that he wanted you to help. “Of course, I don’t see why they should live lik-” you tried to think of a word, “dogs.” Charles answered for you, “dogs, yes. They shouldn’t live like dogs.” You rephrased your sentence.

The camp was in a small section of beautiful forest, you hitched your horse beside Charles and dismounted. “Just go around and ask what they need, Taima has some supplies in her saddlebag, help yourself to it.” He opened the saddlebag and grabbed a few provisions and then disappeared.

You walked around, handing cans of food and bandages out to those who asked. Many eyes stared at you, watching as you walked through their territory. They grew more comfortable as they noticed you helping, many giving you thanks in return for your kindness. A young man, around your age, came up to you and Taima. “So you’re helping my people?” He asked, petting Taima’s mane. “Helping as best as I can.” You answered, grabbing a can of beans. “Can I ask you for something?” He continued with the questions, this time looking at you. “That’s why I’m here..” You grew quieter once you looked at his face, he was quite attractive. “I’ve seen you before,” he put aside his question. “At that party in Saint Denis, you were with a man.” He was referring to Arthur, another friend of yours. “Oh yes I was, I remember seeing you briefly.” You responded, also remembering him from that night. “You are doing more for us than those men ever have.”

The young man followed you, but kept a distance. He was waiting for you to finish your job so that he could have you to himself. Which he did get once you had come back to an empty saddlebag. “Can I ask that question now?” He came close again, “certainly.” You answered and brushed the dirt from Taima’s back. “Would you like to ride with me?” He asked, pushing back his tied hair, “just let me tell my friend and then I’ll mount my horse.” You noticed a small smile form on his face before he ran off to find his own horse.

Charles told you to be safe and that he would meet you back at camp. Now you were riding down a road you didn’t know existed until this man showed you. “Can I ask who I’m riding with?” You finally asked, you have gone this whole time without knowing his name. “In english it’s Eagle Flies.” He answered, “I admire it, much better than something like Joe or Phil.” You looked at him with a grin. “I’m glad you think so. The army men have no respect for my people’s names, not that they take the time to learn it.” He looked at you with a matching grin.

“Just through these trees.” He turned his horse to the left, you both emerged out to the edge of Donner Falls. “Oh wow,” you were speechless at such a view, two falls were loud as the water crashed down to meet another edge to fall down, slowly merging into a river. “Beautiful right?” He dismounted his horse and tied it to a tie. He took your horse once you got off and tied it as well. “Do you take every girl you meet here?” You asked, walking beside him as you got close to the edge. “Only the beautiful and helpful ones.” He flirted, admiring you as you looked at the water. “You flatter me,” you looked at him. “It’s the truth.” His eyes crawl up and down your body, from your chest to your ankles, from your eyes to your lips. He stepped closer, your breathing drew thin at tension growing by his presence. His eyes were only staring at your eyes and lips, showing his thinking. He allowed himself to act on what was on his mind, his hands grabbed your hips and pulled you into a kiss.

You were surprised by the sudden kiss, it was slow and unsure as you both adjusted to such an intimate act. You could feel blood rushing through you, the feeling you had for this stranger was intense. You were still trying to process what was going on but you knew what was happening physically. Eagle Flies hands were into the skin that surrounded your hips, pulling you against him. He was craving all of you, wanting all that you were. You pulled back, your foreheads pressed together. “Why are you doing this?” You hesitated being with him, “I could ask you the same thing.” he smirked, he didn’t answer but connected your lips with his, wanting to finish exploring a new territory.

You both stumbled as the kiss intensified. He laid you down on the grass, careless that one wrong slip and you’d both fall into the rapid water. You both breathed in each other’s air, not wanting to break from each other. Until Eagle Flies began to kiss down your body, unbuttoning your blouse as he descended. His fingers were quick, seamlessly removing your clothes as he moved down, kissing your delicate skin that tensed at his soft lips.

Once there were no more buttons to unbutton you knew that if you didn’t stop now that you wouldn’t stop. He came back up, his eyes were like a does as he looked down at you, “would you like me to stop?” He asked, seeing the slight sense of fear and worry in your eyes, “no.”

He was kissing your neck, a hand supporting himself while the other was unbuttoning your pants. You could feel a sense of submission wanting to quiver out of your lips as Eagle Flies undressed you. His hands caressed the bare skin of your torso before they went to unbutton his own pants.

Eagle Flies made eye contact, truly securing the intimacy that you felt. You drew in a gasp as you felt his cock push inside of you with ease. You saw his face change as he adjusted to such a feeling. “Have you ever done this before?” You asked him, he shook his head, “have you?” he returned, “a few times.” You admitted, it felt awkward to mention previous relationships.

His rhythm was hesitant, watching you to see what did or didn’t feel good. Eventually Eagle Flies found what felt best for you and him, he kept the pace to not disturb what he had perfected. He leaned down to kiss you, his tied hair came undone and fell down to cover your faces. Your hands tangled with his hair, pulling as you could already feel an orgasm coming.

You were trying to conceal your moans, “you don’t have to quiet out here, no one will hear us.” He reassured you as he let out a groan himself. You panted a moan out as his tip hit the wall of your vagina. You were incoherent as you were entering a trance of pleasure and stimulation. His lips were kissing, circling, and sucking your nipples.

You pulled a little harder on Eagle Flies hair, you felt a slight whimper against your breast. “Don’t stop,” you yelped, your legs starting to tense and stiffen as your climax was only a few thrusts away.

Eagle Flies couldn’t contain himself any longer, he was loud as his orgasm hit its peak and released. He pulled out of you and let his hot exhales warm your, already hot and sweaty, chest. He knew that you hadn’t reached the same pleasure as him so he began to kiss down your body, this time not stopping.

Without the restriction of your pants he kissed down your body, his face nuzzled in between your thighs. He licked the juices that surrounded you before he slowly pushed tongue into you. Your eyes widened and a moan escaped at you. Your orgasm had begun to decline but was now rising back to the climax.

Your legs were locked and your stomach began to tighten as your body began to get hot. At the height you were loud and your hands dug into the grass, pulling at it. Your body entered peace, relaxing all your stiffened muscles that had prepared for your orgasm. “Wow.” That was all you could say after going through a wave of every feeling you had ever felt.

You sat up and began to button your shirt, but Eagle Flies stopped you. “Here let me, I was the one who unbuttoned it.” He delicately pushed each button through its hole. He helped you up, his hands lingering longer than intended. “Thank you again for helping my people.” He said as if you hadn’t just done anything. “Are you riding back with me?” He asked as you both reached the horses.

You looked at the pocket watch in your saddlebag, “I’m ought to go back to my people.” You replied, “I can ride with you.” He offered once more, “no no, you should go back.” You denied, nervous of what Charles might say if he saw Eagle Flies. “Will you come back with your friend?” He asked as you both mounted, “well I had planned on it but after what just happened, I’ll be sure to return.” You smirked, his face reddened.

You hitched your horse at camp as if nothing had happened. “Charles,” you came up beside the man. “Hm?” He brought the ladle of stew to his bowl and poured it, “when do you plan on going back to the tribe?” You were eager for an answer, “whenever I have a free moment, why?” Charles eyed you with a strange look, “well because I’d like to go back and help. Eagle Flies told me of the struggles and that the help is good.” Most of what you said was true. “Well we’ll get some more provisions and tonics soon and head that way after.” Charles answered.

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We don't talk enough about how incredibly handsome he is

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Gamble ❥ Micah Bell

 MICAH BELL X FEMALE READER

CW➻❥ ⋆ gambling ⋆ smoking ⋆ drinking ⋆ handjob ⋆ p in v ⋆ light choking ⋆ a lot of aggression ⋆ f! and m! orgasm ⋆

WC➻❥1389➻❥ this isn't well proof read so any mistakes or odd things are purely accidental

Summary➻❥ it’s just you and Micah at the end of the poker game and you bet yourself. You win and Micah pays for the hotel room, where you have the roughest sex you’ve ever had

A/N ➻❥ I know it’s Micah Bell, but some people actually wanted a fic so I’m providing. I may have also slightly enjoyed this

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Shags

You sat at the table, waiting for the bet of the remaining gambler, Micah Bell. “Two bucks,” he tossed the cash into the pot. “Two bucks and if I win, well, you take me out.” Micah looked up at your bet, “take me out to that hotel in Valentine.” You pushed your money to the pot, your eyes watching Micah look you all over. “That’s a damn good bet woman,” his voice rasped.

You flipped the final card of the round, you looked back at your cards and held back a smile, a straight flush was in your hands. You looked up at Micah, waiting for him to reveal his hand. “Full house,” he laid the five cards out. Keeping a straight face you set down your cards, “straight flush.” You saw his eyes widen, “you a little cheater ain’t ya?” He looked back down at his cards, “are you upset that I won?” You fake pouted, you knew that Micah was begging to lose while playing. “Ready your horse woman.” He tilted back the final sips of his whiskey and left the table, going to Baylock.

You left camp shortly after Micah, trying not to raise suspicion for the other gang members1, not that they cared who had sex. You hitched your horse and entered the hotel, “how may I help you ma’am?” The hotel owner greeted you, “I’m meeting someone, should’ve rented a room from you not more than an hour ago.” You replied, “ah yes he’ll be upstairs, farthest room to your right.” The man cleared his throat and dismissed you as you went upstairs

You laid a gentle knock on the door, Micah opened it a crack before opening it to allow you in. “You’re serious about this?” Micah was surprised of all people, you wanted to sleep with him. “I’m here aren’t I?” You laugh, “damn right you are.” His eyes stare down your cleavage that you had begun exposing as you walked up the stairs.

Micah watched you as you moved, taking the singular wooden chair and moving it against the window, parallel to the fireplace that was blazing. “Sit,” you moved to the side of the chair, inviting him for your activities. Micah obliged, watching as you went to the door and locked it, then watched as you spun back and went towards him.

You looked down at the seated outlaw, your eyes staring with a certain dominance that Micah wasn’t used to. You lowered down, your legs spreading as your knees bent. Now you’re looking at him with a hint of submission, it made him all the more pleased to see a hint of prey in your eyes. You pulled the buckle of his gun belt loose, allowing yourself to the button of his pants. Micah lets you work, his attention going to the cigarettes in his pocket, which he pulled out and lit. His eyes shut as he began to inhale the tobacco and, as you finally exposed his hard cock. You sucked your cheeks for a moment to accumulate some spit, that you gently put into the palm of your hand. You wrapped your hand around Micah, allowing him to adjust to the sudden touch, you began to follow the length of his cock.

You looked up at him, his head was tilting back as you continued, the cigarette leaving his mouth as he blew out. You loved his vulnerability as you touched him, you never imagined him to be so as, he was so cruel and demented.

“Stop,” he crushed the cigarette ember with his fingers. “I don’t want just this.” You stood up as he did. He was quick to grab hold of you, his rough hands pulling you against him. His lips were anything but romantic, they were hungry and impatient. Micah wanted you, he wanted you bad. His hard cock was pressed against you as you both stumbled around the room, smashing against the dresser. You leaned yourself against it, your hands unsure of where to go, they tugged in his hair, his hat falling to the ground from your aggression. “I've been waitin’ to have you.” He mumbled against your lips before his tongue slipped into your mouth. His tongue explored and tasted you, his body grinding against you.

The room was hot, you were already sweating from his dominance and force. Micah was devouring your lips with his, he pulled back, panting. He began unbuttoning his shirt, which signaled to you to begin removing your own clothes. Thankfully you had worn a simple dress, which you quickly scrunched in your hands and pulled over your body, nothing underneath to protect you. Micah stared at your bare skin, a lustful smirk of his face, ready to have full control over you.

Micah left his shirt on, his stomach free. He grabbed hold of your hips, pulling you against him. His cock was itching and teasing your inner thigh as he kissed your jaw. He kept you against him as he pulled you to the bed, he pushed your shoulders, letting you fall down onto the bed. Your mouth tasted of the whiskey and cigarettes he had before this, before he was kissing down your body. He was ravenous, his tongue swirled around a nipple before he continued down.

Micah pulled himself up, hovering over you before he looked down. Looking down he aligned himself with you. You heard a light exhale come from Micah before his cock pushed into you. You couldn’t resist a moan as he pushed all the way in, making you two even closer together. You looked at Micah, his eyes had a stare, it was one he had when he felt in control. “You like that huh?” He tilted, smirking as he watched your expression.

“Mmmh,” you hummed as he thrusted. Micah was loud, groaning as he pushed in you, “damn you feel good.” He mumbled, a hand going to your right breast, gripping it hard. His thumb ran over and traced your nipple, watching you tense as the sensation.

Micah’s hand traveled up your body, slightly wrapping around your neck. He smirked at how preyful your eyes had become. His breath was hot with tobacco and rugged with whiskey, breathing against your neck as his pace increased. His thrusts; making you clash together, making moans escape you, making groans shoot out of him.

“You feel good, fuck.” His words crawl down you, your body beginning to tense as your orgasm was almost to its peak. A leg was slung over his shoulder, the skin rubbing against his shirt. The bed was shifting and scratching the floor, it was no secret what you two were doing. Your skin smacked each other, adding to the sound of the room that was beginning to overflow with sounds.

“God!” You practically screamed as his tip hit the “itch.” He let out a low laugh and continued to thrust in the direction, making you scream out each time he hit it. As Micah’s own climax rose, the grip around your throat tightened. It felt oddly pleasant, his hand releasing just before it truly began cutting air flow.

Your own climax followed behind by the sudden fulfillment of his cum. Your body relaxed from its tense state, you were loudly panting for air. Micah let your leg fall off him, he was just on top of you, in the same state. “God damn, woman.” He whispered, “you do that better than I had thought.” Micah was no longer denying his past of dirty thoughts of you, not that it had even bothered you at this point.

“Get dressed,” he pulled out his cock, which was still throbbing. “I’ll stay here tonight, you go back to camp.” Micah began to button his shirt as you sat up, “don’t want them knowing I did this.” You were surprised he was embarrassed this happened but you didn’t give it much thought. You grabbed your dress and pulled it over yourself, supporting your weak body against the dresser.

You left the general store, a pack of cigarettes and matches in hand. You mounted your horse and began to Horseshoe Overlook, a newly lit cigarette in your mouth, Micah on your mind.

“Where have you been?” Mary-Beth came up to you as you got off your horse, “I was out.”

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Blizzard ❥ Arthur Morgan

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ARTHUR MORGAN X FEMALE READER

CW➻❥ ⋆ sex ⋆ making out ⋆ p in v ⋆ m! & f! orgasm ⋆ sweaty lots of sweat ⋆

WC➻❥1775➻❥ this isn't well proof read so any mistakes or odd things are purely accidental

Summary➻❥ you and Arthur are headed back to colter to find some things that various gang members had left behind. A storm begins to pick up so you go to one of the old lodges to stay out of the storm and stay warm. While by the fire you admit to Arthur that you want him, and he lets you have him.

A/N➻❥ sorry i havent posted i really just really didnt know what to write for a fanfiction

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 You were riding deep in Ambarino with Arthur. Riding back to Colter in search of a few belongings other gang members had left behind. “I think a storm is coming, the snow is falling harder.” Arthur rode beside you, the outline of Colter in the distance. “We’ll camp there then,” you responded and tightened the scarf that laid on your head. 

 You slowed your horse's pace with Arthur’s, riding to the stables that the gang had used just months prior. “Should we wait out the storm and look later?” You opened one of the pens for your stallion. “It’s getting worse by the minute so I think that's wise.” Arthur blew hot air into his cupped and gloved hands.

 You entered one of the cabins, wood still left over. Arthur started a fire as you searched Dutch’s old room. You dug around, looking for a pocket mirror that Molly had left behind. “Fires goin’ if you want to warm up.” Arthur leaned against the doorframe, watching as you close a drawer.

 You sat by the fire with Arthur, staring at the flames. “How are you, deputy?” You laughed at the fact a man like Arthur managed to become a deputy. “Oh shut up,” Arthur rolled his eyes, “it’s all for Dutch, ain’t nothin’ serious.” Arthur looked at you, slightly annoyed by your teasing. 

 “Since this storm isn’t clearing any time soon, can I admit something?” You watched as Arthur placed another log into the fire, Arthur didn’t answer, he didn’t care what you did or didn’t say. “I want you.” That piqued his interest, “‘cuse me?” He looked at you, unsure if he had misheard you. “I, want, you.” You were obsessed with how good he looked in that coat, “and what would you do if ya had me?” He played into your words.

 “Well first I would make you sit down.” You stood up, untying the scarf that covered your head. Arthur moved to his seat and sat down, “then I would build up to the moment.” You hiked your skirt up and sat in his lap, your hands cupped his face, and your lips hovered by his. “That’s only if I had you,” you teased, Arthur’s chest slowly rising and falling in the intimacy of the moment, “then I give myself away.” He whispered and kissed you first, you accepted it and rolled your hips in.

 You were so drawn into the kiss, your lips were squished together. You explored each other, Arthur’s lips exploring past your lips as he trailed down to the tenderness of your neck. You brought your head back, tightening those muscles his lips kissed. The feeling of his lips gently touching and sucking your neck was something you had never experienced but you yearned for it to never stop. A moan slivered out your lips in pleasure, Arthur smiled against your neck.

 “Aren’t I supposed to have you?” You push his shoulders back, you look down, already missing his lips. “Can’t I want you too,” he looked up through his eyelashes, his eyes piercing yours with a lust you were already addicted to. “Well if you can get me,” Arthur processed your words as you got up and disappeared into his old room.

 “No where you can go now,” Arthur smirked as you stood in the middle of the room. “First outlaw catch as a deputy.” You smile at the tease once again, “quite a memorable first catch.” He responds, watching as you slowly removed layers, regardless of the frigid temperatures, and raging blizzard. Arthur came close as you got to your thick dress. He looked down as the dress slowly fell down you, exposed skin getting a wave of goosebumps. Arthur dropped his gunbelt and satchel, letting them hit the floor which was becoming a pile of clothing. He removed his neckerchief, his gloves following behind. His hands went to remove his now unbuttoned coat, “keep it on,” you put a hand on his. He obliged and dropped his hands, staring as you stood in your undergarments.

 You stepped over the mass of clothing and kissed him, his unbuttoned blue shirt exposing his warm chest. His rough hands had a tight grip on your hips as he pulled you into him, holding you tight as your lips reconnected, locking themselves into a consuming kiss. Your hands traced Arthurs torso, going down his body's natural lines of his fitness. Arthur’s hands moved up your body, following your body’s shape as he held your waist before he trailed back down to your hips and then your ass, gripping it hard. A hand continued down and raised your thigh up, he rubbed up and down it. 

 Arthur pulled back, “stay here.” He disappeared, leaving you to shiver as he rose commotion in the main room. “Arthur?” You shouted in confusion, “come out Darlin’.”

 Arthur had pulled the mattress and blanket from Dutch’s room and set them on the floor where the chairs had been, there were also fresh logs in the fire. “Oh wow,” you were surprised by the set up, it felt so romantic. “I figured you’d get cold in just that, or when you’re out of it.” Arthur was sitting on the mattress.

 You began to crawl up from the end, crawling in between his legs. You were over him, now straddled on his hips, his hard cock pressing into your thigh. Your lips were brushing together as he pulled the straps of your underwear down, pushing the fabric down your body revealing more skin. Arthur let out air as he stared at your breasts, mesmerized by the sight. He kept pushing, leaving your undergarments scrunched at your hips. You got off Arthur, looking down at him, there was a slight smirk curling at his lips as he watched. Following the shape of your body as you pulled the clothes off, he kept his eyes on you as you tossed your underwear behind you.

 You returned to your spot, laying a trail of messy kisses down his body, starting at his lips and down to his abs. You stopped at his waistband, you ran a hand on his leg, going over his hard bulge which made him jitter at the touch. You undid his button and curled the waistband down, his union shirt blocking you. “After building up to the moment, I’d have you take control.” You whispered along his body as you came up, “oh really?” His whispers were seductive, you felt an arm graze you as his hand went to unbutton his union suit. “Really,” you whispered against his lips, grinning as you let them linger and connect as Arthur prepared himself. A hand went up the back of your thigh, the tips of his fingers touching your inner thigh, it made you twitch. 

 He held your ass as you pulled away and slowly, with his guidance, let his dick enter. It was smooth going into your absolutely drenched pussy. Arthur tensed as you let a gasp out, both adjusting to the feelings. Your hands went up Arthur's chest as you supported yourself, Arthur held your breasts, his thumbs circling and arousing your nipples. You began to rise and lower, Arthur went to your waist, helping to support you as you started to ride him.

“Fuck,” you moaned as you both began to gain momentum. Arthurs grip was getting tight as your pace quickened. “Darlin’,” he groaned in pleasure, captivated by your deep eye contact. You bit your lip as his tip hit the right spot. 

 You were both starting to sweat, the fire was blazing and surely contributing to the uncomfortable feeling that wasn’t in either of your minds. Your back arched with movement, your hips beginning to move in circles for added pleasure, both of you enjoyed. Your stomach was beginning to tighten with your on-coming climax.

 Your grinding was synced with Arthur’s thrusting, who was breathing heavily, sweat beading at his hairline. Your palms were pushing into Arthur’s ribs as your breathing quickened and your moans grew louder. “Oh, fuck!” You screamed as his thrusts began to quicken and hit that spot. “Don’t stop,” you managed in between a moan, your hands came in, your nails scratched Arthurs chest.

 Your legs tightened, your chest following behind. Suddenly with one final and intense thrust you both relaxed and mixed your moans with groans. You collapsed onto Arthurs chest, your legs twitched and quivered as your orgasm descended from its high. You laid on Arthurs panting chest, you were breathing just as hard and fast. Your hair was soaked with sweat, your body laying on Arthurs sweaty body. You were surprised he managed to keep his jacket on, you were hot, you could barely imagine how hot Arthur was. “Jesus,” Arthur mumbled as he came out of a haze.

 You came up, now sitting just above his hips. You leaned in and went for a gentle and caring kiss, your lips caressed each other before they linked. “I didn’t think I could be so hot in a blizzard,” you smiled against his lips. “Neither could I Darlin’.” He agreed, his hands wrapped around your back as he held you close. 

 “Quite a catch deputy,” You pulled back and sat up, a stupid smirk on your face. “I hope this didn’t teach you a lesson, I’d like to catch you again.” He played into the joke, “oh I’m sure you would, Deputy Morgan, or is it Deputy Callahan.” You giggled, looking at the attractive man under you, he was even hotter covered in sweat after sex. 

 “Should we go searchin’ for what we came for?” You were tracing his body again, “the storm is calming, but I don’t want this to end.” His hands were caressing your breasts and waist. “Oh this is just the beginning,” you winked and stood up, running to change.

 “When can I put my deputy skills to work again?” Arthur pushed back his own sweat-soaked hair and put his hat on. The cold air was cooling you fast now that you weren’t by the fire. “I guess next time I do something bad, like not contributing to camp.” You flirted with your eyes and you pulled your dress on. “Oh we wouldn’t want that,” Arthur came closer, buttoning his shirt as he came. You put your arms through your jacket, Arthur put his hands on your waist. “Meet me outside, then maybe I’ll catch you stealing that isn’t yours.” He teased, referring to you getting lost gang member items. “I’ll be on the lookout for something shiny.” You grabbed your gloves and scarf, ready to follow Arthur out of the lodge.

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Cherry Pop ❥Arthur Morgan

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ARTHUR MORGAN X FEMALE READER

CW➻❥ ⋆ sex ⋆ make out ⋆ oral f!receiving ⋆ f!orgasm ⋆ hickeys⋆this is kinda wholesome ish ⋆

WC➻❥1786➻❥ this isn't well proof read so any mistakes or odd things are purely accidental

Summary➻❥ one late afternoon your relaxing with your husband Arthur when you come to realization that you’re ready to go to the next with him and he comfortably guides you through “popping your cherry”

A/N ➻❥ I absolutely loved writing this and it took me about one night to finish surprisingly

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You weren’t a saint by any means but you had managed to stay “pure” until marriage.

Your husband, Arthur, hadn’t begged or bothered you about it. He said that whenever you were ready, he’d be ready too.

You laid with him in bed, soaking in his warmth.

His hands rubbed your legs as you played through his hair. “How was fishing?” You asked, he often met with an old friend to fish and hunt, Hamish Sinclair.

“We did pretty good today, I’ll cook it later if you’d like.” His chest hummed against your knees, “how was your day darlin’?”

“I wrote to my mother this morning, I also weeded the garden.” You reminisced.

“You look so pretty upside down.” He smiled, looking up at you through his brows. You blushed, “oh you stop it,” you lightly pulled his hair and laughed with him.

You kept running your fingers through his hair, Arthur gently rubbing your legs, lightly massaging them as he moved his hands. “Arthur.” You were hesitant to tell him you were ready, “yes sweetheart?” He continued on, “I’m ready.”

“Ready for what?” He attempted looking at you again. “You know,” your voice went quiet as you felt a sense of embarrassment. Arthur nodded once he figured it out, “that kind of ready.” He stopped rubbing your legs, “are you sure?” You nodded.

Arthur had escaped your legs and was on top of you. He looked at you, on all fours, he let a hand run up your thigh, slowly disappearing under your nightgown. “Are you sure?” He asked once more, desperate for reassurance. “Arthur,” you cupped his right cheek, “I am positive.” You slowly kissed, taking it slow as his hand continued under the white fabric of your dress.

Both hands cupped his face as the kiss was truly intimate. “I love you.” You spoke in between breaths, “I love you more darlin’.” He replied as his hand sat on your hip.

You pulled yourself from the kiss, breathing deeply as you prepared yourself. “Do you want me to lead?” Arthur offered, you nodded softly.

Arthur held your chin, slowly letting his lips touch yours. “Sorry for making you wait,” you mumbled against his lips. Arthur pulled back and looked at you, his eyes peaceful and pupils large, “darlin’ don’t apologize for such a thing, I wouldn’t ever force you.” A smile forms on his face, “but you are slowly ruining the mood,” you both had a slight laugh before collecting yourselves.

In the moments of silence you both looked at each other, eyes fluttering as you kept eye contact. Arthur looked down at your lips then back to you, slowly bringing himself closer to you. His lips rubbed yours for a moment, then slightly pulled away. You could see Arthurs chest rise with a big breath before his lips carefully connected with yours.

This wasn’t the first time you had kissed and made out with Arthur, but the tension was exponentially high as you knew what was to come, not that you weren’t excited for the next level of your wholesome marriage. One of your hands cupped his face as the other trailed up the back of his neck into the hair you were playing with moments ago.

Arthurs fists pushed into the pillow that supported your lower back against your bed frame. His lips were soft and wet from your mouth, Arthur pulled his kisses to your cheek, kissing his way to your ear. “I’ll take good care of you darlin’, I promise.” His hot breath whispered, the gruff in his voice sent pleasant shivers down your spine. His lips touched your skin, kissing down your jawline to your neck, leaving gentle love bites as he lowered to your jugular.

Arthur kissed down the deep neckline of your dress, his lips set just above your covered breasts. His eyes flutter through his eyelashes at you. You begin scrunching and pulling your nightdress up, Arthur pulling back and helping to pull the dress over your torso.

Arthur sat for a moment, your dress in his hands as he looked at your bare body. “I am a lucky man,” his eyes traveled up your body, slowly meeting your eyes again before he threw your dress across the bed and onto the floor.

He kissed you again, his hands on your waist, hugging your figure as the kiss progressed from delicate to hot. Your lips wet with a mixture of saliva, it didnt bother you, everything about the moment was making both sets of lips wet, soaked even.

Arthur repeated his kiss trail, his lips continuing past the abrupt block when you were clothed. Your head slightly leaned back as he aroused your breasts, his hands pushing your waist into the pillows, the tight grip making the sensations even better.

Arthur had a hand travel the side of your body, his grip tightening on your left boob. You slightly bit your bottom lip as you waited for him to continue his journey down your body. His kisses and love bites continued down the middle of your abdomen, lingering just above your hips.

Arthur pulled himself back, he began unbuttoning the few buttons on his shirt. He pulled it over his head, revealing the hairy chest you had admired quite often. You watched as he did the single button of his pants, he slightly pushed his pants down, leaving the base just slightly visible.

He crawled back to you, kissing up your right leg. Love bites were covered on your inner thigh before Arthur focused his attention onto your wet pussy. He looked up at you again, his eyes locked with your as he teasingly kissed your lips, watching as your body yearned for him.

His warm tongue slowly entered you, your hands gripped the bed sheets tight as your body tensed. Arthur studied you, watching how when his tongue moved in a certain way it would make you feel better than a different way. “Fuck,” you try to contain the slight moan in your voice but its hard as his tongue works inside you.

Arthur slowed his pace with his tongue, before he removed it. He kissed you again, his face wet from you. He had you distracted with the wet kiss as he slowly entered himself. You pulled from the kiss with a moan, adjusting yourself to the unfamiliar feeling of Arthur’s cock.

His pace was leisurely, allowing you to adjust to the feeling. Once you did, you brought your attention back to Arthur, your hands over his shoulders, allowing him to kiss your neck. The warmth of his mouth on your bare neck combined with the slight thrusts couldn’t keep you silent. Every movement made a noise escape you, “Can I go faster?” Arthur looked back at you, you nodded, Arthur frowned, “use your words darlin’.” You felt another shiver of pleasure with his slight insert of dominance. “Please go faster,” your words trailed off as the new feelings increased.

The thrusts quickened at a slight pace, Arthur again watching to see what was too much for you, not that you believed you could have too much of him. Nevertheless as he hastened, you grew louder, so did your climax; which was nearing its peak.

Arthur looked down, placing his thumb on your clit, which only made you moan louder as you were stimulated. Arthur kept everything consistent, leaving you to wonder why you hadn’t done this sooner with him. You knew that this was going to happen a lot more now that you had enough courage. “God,” you mutter before he kisses your lips, taking in your moans, with a slight mix of his own pleasurable sounds.

It didn’t long for the peak of your orgasm to be hit, your nails dug into Arthurs shoulder blades. Arthur slowed his pace as you continued, your moan long and drawn-out by stimulation. Arthur panted beside you as you finally caught yourself, his own orgasm had yet to happen. Your body relaxed into your bed frame and comfort of the mattress and pillows under you.

Arthur pulled himself out of you, still hovering over you as he laid gentle kisses on your jawline. You cupped his face and pulled him to your lips, he let you dominate the kiss; how your lips mixed together, whether your tongues would dance with each other.

Arthur finally pulled from you and rolled over, falling beside you, a pleased smile on his face. “You’re so beautiful darlin’,” his eyes were admiring yours. You turned your body and adjusted yourself to lay beside him, you both just looked at each other, ignoring how exposed and bare you were. “I love you,” you leaned in and set a small peck on his right cheek before pulling back with a sly smirk. “I love you too sweetheart,” his fingers pushed back loose hair that had escaped your braid.

“Is it normal to be tired after?” You yawned, your body exhausted from such an amazing experience. “I’m that damn good?” He laughed and you playfully hit his shoulder, “It’s a lot of work, and I’m sure your day was more than writing to your mother and weeding. You have reasons to be tired darlin’.” He turned away from you and grabbed your nightgown, “I’ll put you to bed if you’d like,” he offered. “I think you already did.” You giggled and sat up, allowing Arthur to dress you in the laced nightgown that you had made for your wedding.

You pulled down the covers of your bed and slid yourself under them, Arthur pulling them up over your stomach. He leaned over you and gave you a gentle kiss, letting himself linger for a moment; before he rolled over and sat on the edge of your bed. “Are you not coming to bed?” You shifted yourself into a comfortable position, “I’ll be in bed soon, I’m just gonna check on the horses. I’ll be back in a moment dear.” He loosely button his pants and slid on his boots before he quietly walked around the bed and out of the room.

You turned around and dimmed the kerosene lamp on your beside table that Arthur had built when you first moved into this house. You slowly closed your eyes as you reminisced on your “first time”, you had thoroughly enjoyed it and was glad it was with Arthur, your husband, your true love.

As you slowly began to drift off to sleep, you felt Arthur carefully get into your bed. Adjusting himself to not wake you; before he laid an arm over you and slowly moved closer to you before he drifted off with you. His snores comforting you into a deep rest.

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The Honda Odyssey

Logan Howlett / The Wolverine x Reader Summary: The car fight reimagined and it only needed to be like 10% more erotic than the original.

6k words - I got carried away. I just love Wolvie so much. I'm so happy Logan is getting the love he deserves. Long live the Wolverine renaissance. T-T

Warning: smut, p in v, ass play, foul language.

If you had to pinpoint a moment when your life became the shit show it had steadily developed into, you’d say it was the moment you auditioned for X-Force.

In your tenure as besties with Wade Wilson, it's fair to say things hadn’t gone smoothly. The man was a conduit to all things fucked up, but you adored his loose morals and quick mouth. The idiot in red had weaselled his way into your heart and became something of a brother to you and more recently a roommate.

Now, if you’d have told your younger self you’d be in your late twenty’s sharing an apartment with a burn victim who regularly staples a toupee to his fucking head and a coke-head, blind, old African American woman, you’d have laughed in their fucking face.

So, you’d like to think that as these things go you are pretty damn well adjusted but traversing the multiverse was a bit of a stretch, even for you.

One moment you’re at Wade’s surprise party, the next your ass has been zapped to the TVA and you’ve been given a sacred mission; to accompany Marvel Jesus (Wade) and protect the sacred timeline.

Naturally you’re fucking mind blown, you’re a low-level mutant, fuck, you couldn’t even join the X-Men.  Your particular set of skills were a dime a dozen and your flagrant disregard of rules had made you a ‘poor candidate’.

No, the mutant powers you had been graced with weren’t extraordinary by any means. You were basically an off-brand Captain America, just without the gorgeous cheekbones, patriotism and righteous need to do good.

In layman terms, you are strong as shit and have an accelerated healing factor. Not quite the same level as Wade’s mind you. You have, give or take, an inconvenient five-minute turnaround on the more fatally debilitating wounds.

To say you were unqualified was an understatement and to say you were reluctant was a simple fact. A fact you repeated, loudly to anyone that would listen as you were bathed in rich black leather.

“I think maybe you meant to grab negasonic teenage whatchacallit… she’s great, super powerful!” You continue. “Did you mean to get Domino or Colossus or maybe one of the X-Men? “

“No Miss Y/L/N. We have not got the wrong person for the job.” The man you later find out is called Paradox, calls out as you re-enter the operation headquarters. “Mr Wilson requested your presence; he wanted your assistance on his mission.”

“Y/N/N… ten out of ten, baby girl, I one hundred percent would bang. I’m talking raw dog, Barry White on a rug, let’s go all fuckin’ night.”  Wade hollers in his own brand-new suit and even you must admit, you look fucking amazing. “Sweet angel, we’ve just gotta’ come up with a superhero name for you!”

You are enrobed in rich thick black and teal leather, your first ever hero suit and it’s a fucking good one. It doesn’t cling, but instead pulls you in securing your flesh and extenuating curves, ones you hadn’t entirely realised you had. The bottom half your face is concealed with a mask, carefully crafted to follow the contours of your nose and cheekbones.

You’d barely recognised the mysterious figure in the mirror.

“Right?! Tailor was pretty handsy though!”

“Oh yeah, ha! - that man is indeed a predator.” Wade says with a chuckle and a fond sigh.

It shames to you to say but that’s when you stopped fighting this whole thing. You looked the part of a hero; you thought that maybe the TVA knew what they were doing. That they had seen something in you and knew that you had a good heart under all the darkness that lingered on the surface.

Wrong.

You were just a demand Wade had made. He wanted his number one disciple at his side whilst he carried out his sacred mission. You were part of an attempt at appeasing him whilst they destroyed your timeline.

Little more than a pawn to be used whilst they manipulated him into a false sense of security.

Thus, you were thrown into a series of events far beyond your control when Wade being Wade decided you were hunting down a Wolverine to stabilise the timeline, only to be once again fucking zapped into some place they called the void by that little English shitbird named Paradox. It’s entirely accurate to say that you were a little less sturdy than your compadres.

Unfortunately for you, the fall from such a height into the void was fatal. When you finally awake in the desolate wasteland to the sounds of blades clashing it is disorientating to say the least.

Forcing yourself to your feet you lower your mask and gasp in the sweet strangely stale oxygen as you stretch out your newly healed spine with a groan. It was impossible to tell how long you were out as you take in the scene before you; Wade and the Wolverine are engaged in a heated battle. From the looks of it, Logan is winning this fight despite being the human equivalent of a knife block with Wade’s katanas protruding from his chest.

For a moment you pause, perhaps its head trauma that hasn’t healed (He’s fucking Deadpool, he can look after himself for two minutes) and appreciate his form, the Wolverine the two of you had kidnapped was gorgeous. Tch, as if there was any other kind.

Sure, you were biased you’d always been somewhat of a fangirl, but the Wolverine was objectively breath-taking.

You’d indulged in comics whilst growing up but when you found out he was real and looked the way he did, hell, Wolverine was your sexual awakening. He was the first man to make you feel that tingle in your lower stomach. Yes, you may have been thirteen years old, a ball of puppy fat and social anxiety but you’d been waiting for him ever since. 

You’re snapped out of your reverie when Wade loses baby knife in Logan’s shoulder blade, finally you spring into action. In good time as well as you’re not sure if even Deadpool can survive decapitation.

In the singularly most stupid act of your life you throw yourself in front of your friend’s body. “Wait, Wait! Please!”  

Wade has paused behind you, you can feel him weighing up the situation, pausing for a moment to see what you’re going to pull out of the bag.

“The TVA they can fix it, whatever you did, whatever made you the worst Logan, they can fix it! – They have the power to end universes, but they also have the power to fix yours! Help us get back there and we can fix both of our worlds! I promise, they can fix it.” You plead, it’s not quite a lie exactly, more of an Educated Wish than anything.

Okay it is a lie, but you’re sure that the TVA can most likely, probably, maybe fix his world.

Logan’s eyes lock with yours in that moment you can see that he wants to kill you both and be done with it, but that hope won’t let him. You feel a smidgen of guilt for the deceit, but frankly you’ve done worse for less. Your world was on the line it wasn’t the time to pull your punches.

Fast forward four exhausting hours, two periods of unconsciousness and one flaying to find yourself sat opposite Wade gagging down cold spoonful’s of Spam in some dusty ass diner.

You were no better than a man as you watched the Wolverine.

Those arms, those thighs, the way he had beheaded Sabretooth without even breaking a fucking sweat. You wanted him to wrap those instruments of death he called hands around your throat and fuck you dirty until the sun came up.

It had been a long exhausting day and you had been soaking wet for most of it.

Shit, could he smell that? Does that count as sexual harassment? You’d have to ask Wade.

Logan, however, was utterly dismissive of your advances in the face of what was undoubtedly utterly horrific past trauma. Something you were trying to be understanding about, but self-pity in a man, it just turned you on. I said you had some surface layers of darkness.

Unable to help yourself you gaze at him as he opens a bottle of rubbing alcohol. You are utterly entranced, watching the thick chords in his throat bob as he takes a swig.

That tanned skin where his jaw ends and neck begins, slick with sweat and dirt. You’d love to sink your canines into the strip below his ear. He must feel your stare on him as he looks up and catches your eyes dark with lust already surveying his person.

It should embarrass you, that every time he peers your way, he catches you gaping at him like a lovesick puppy, but there’s something about Logan you can’t quite put your finger on. The man heats your blood like nothing you’ve ever experienced before, maybe it’s that torch you’ve carried for him since girlhood, maybe it’s the thick thighs you’d kill to ride – who can say for sure?

In what you assume is against his better judgement, he comes to perch on the booth beside you. His broad shoulders cast an imposing figure as he gets close enough that if you were to move your hand a couple of inches to the right, you’d finally be able to touch that yellow fabric that plagued your tween dreams.

You’re burning up at the thought of him, unable to stop yourself you part your legs slightly to ease some of the pressure. Logans nose twitches, his head swivels your way and his eyes catch your own.  

Welp - at least you have your answer about him smelling your arousal.

Deciding that you were most likely verging on sexual harassment charges you decided to focus back in on the task at hand, gagging once again at another spoonful of spam.

“Be a good girl and swallow, Y/N/N, you know the rules!” Wade jokes, your chortle was your only response. What could you say? He always hit your funny bone despite the ocean that was raging in your panties.

Logan stares at Wade for a long moment before turning to your way and addressing you for maybe only the fourth time today?

“What are you doing with this fucking clown? You his sidekick? Following him round to laugh at his stupid fucking jokes whilst he gets kids killed?”

“Why I have never.” Wade is faux outraged at his words, clutching his imaginary pearls as the Wolverine throws around accusations that aren’t entirely untrue.

The Wolverine’s expression remains stern as his eyes track your face. They seem to be evaluating your character and from the flare in his nose and crease in his brow you can guess he finds you lacking. You’re embarrassed to admit how much that deflates you, so you do what you do best; you deflect.

 “I could follow you around and laugh at your jokes instead, if you like?” When you speak your voice has a sultry edge to it and there’s no mistaking your intentions.

Logan seems to think on your proposition for a second or two, before he huffs grabs his rubbing alcohol and unopened can of Spam and heads over to sit at the bar.

“Holy hot ham and cheese on rye, Y/N, you fucking slut.” Wade berates you though his voice is as light as it’s always been as he boots your shin under the table. “Trying to your holes filled by Wolvie during a world saving mission, Marvel H Christ, stay on fucking task!”

You swear you hear Logan mutter a Jesus Christ from the bar.

Though as Wade continues irritating the hero hunched against bar, you can’t help the realisation that he didn’t say no.

“You’re uh… well regarded in our world.” Wade complements, being real doesn’t come easy to him. You appreciate the effort.

“Well, I’m not shit in mine.”

“I tried to join the X-Men because of you.” You speak up finally joining their conversation. Wolverine’s back goes rigid, but he doesn’t respond. You’re not sure if he’s waiting for you to continue or hoping you’ll stop. “You made a difference to this world, made me think I could do the same. I just never quite make the cut.”

Logan doesn’t seem to have a response.

It seems your words have an effect as you catch him watching you more often. When Wade makes his jokes, he looks to you for validation of his withering looks.

You’re probably more distracted by this revelation than you should be when the three of you come across a real nasty variant of Colossus seeking out Wade for… you want to say… revenge?

The not-so-gentle-anymore-giant flips the Honda and tosses both Wade and Logan through the treeline as they advance on him as if they were little more than toys his mother had asked him to pick up.

One by one your bullets ricochet from his metal skin as he comes towards you. You aren’t built for this fight; you are completely and utterly outmatched.

All you’re doing at this point is buying yourself some time for your backup to pull themselves from the rubble, however during a particularly spirited cartwheel the metal oaf finally gets his hands on you. Colossus’ metal palm is cold on your throat, and you could swear you hear your neck snapping before you feel it.  

With a gasp you return to life to find a slightly dishevelled Logan standing above you. By the grace of god, his sleeves have been worn away in the fight, his arms, oh sweet lord, his arms are on full display.

“Thought you were a goner.” He offers you a hand when you simply stare mutely his way. Locking your fingers around his wrist he pulls you to your feet. You don’t release your hold on him and neither does he.

“Don’t throw the party just yet, eh?” You joke weakly, for a second you could swear there’s a slight raise of the corner of his mouth, imperceptible, if you didn’t know what you were looking for. In the past few hours you had become an expert on Wolverine’s face.  

Your mouth is dry as you take in his thick sweat laden biceps.

“Where’s Wade?” You query whilst rolling your aching neck as you haven’t heard his voice in a record thirty seconds, Logan suddenly remembers himself and drops your hand.

“’fraid Metal man took your clown, was pissed with him and can’t say I blame the guy.”

“Shit.” You sigh rubbing your temples as you kneel to pick up the dismembered arm of your best friend. “Well – fuck. That’ll take him a few hours at least to grow back – He’ll be so sad about his suit.”

You peel the fabric from the limb and tuck it under the breast plate of your own suit. Wade will want his glove back when it grows back.

“He say where he was taking him?”

“Oh yeah, that along with his plan for world domination...” Logan huffs as if your mere presence annoys him.

“Thought you didn’t like sarcasm.”

“I like sarcasm just fine, Bub. It’s you I don’t like.” You can’t help but smile his way at the comment made at your expense, his brows crease. “You’re a strange one.”

“Can you do your sniffy thing?”  Its impressive, you thought he’d reached the limit with his scathing looks towards Wade, yet he somehow manages to pull a deeper frown out the vault especially for you.

“Sniffy thing?” His words are spoken with such derision, it turns you on a little. You realise that perhaps you are in fact a deeply troubled individual.

“Oh, sorry.” You pretend to clear a frog in your throat. “Please, oh, please, beautiful, handsome Wolverine, please can you locate my bestest pal with your heightened sense of smell?” His face doesn’t break despite your hands clasped in front of your chin.

“You’re just as fucking annoying as that moron.” He huffs “Get in the fucking car, we’ll follow his trail.”

“You can smell him from the car?”

“The blood, Jesus Fucking Christ, there’s a trail of blood.”

“Ah.” Is all you reply as you find your seat in the passenger side and start your own one on one team up with Wolverine. Its not exactly the way you imagined it, but beggars certainly can’t be choosers.

After a few moments of sullen silence, you decide that there’s no time like the present to form a long-lasting bond.

“What’s your world like?”

“None of your fucking business.”

“Okay... What’s the first thing you’re gonna’ do if they can save your world? I bet its something boring as fuck, like team-“

“What did you just say?”

“I bet you’re gonna do something boring like-“

“No before that.”

“What’s the first thing you’re gonna’ do if they save your world?” You question, his sudden interest in your words takes you by surprise as he has been vacant from your conversation.

The breaks suddenly shriek as the car comes to a stop.

“What do you mean if?”

“I…”

“You said they could fix my world. Undo it all, is what you fucking said.”

“I mean I think they can!”

“You fucking liar.” The edge to The Wolverine’s voice is terrifying. The realisation trickles down your spine, Logan has been nice to you all this time, you’re finally meeting The Wolverine.

“I didn’t lie!” For some reason you’re ashamed of your deceit, you’ve murdered countless people and still, you’ve felt less remorse. Logan’s eyes pin you in your seat as disgust clouds his face. It hurts more than you can fathom. “Not exactly, I think they can fix your world! – I needed your help and if you killed Wade there was no hope for my universe!”

“I don’t give a flying fuck about your universe!” He spits your way; his hands are gripping the wheel in what seems like an effort to keep his cool.

“I know, but I do!” You cry back at him. “You know how to save the world, you’re the fucking Wolverine! I know how to kill people, but this hero shit, this isn’t me!”

“Ha! No shit.” There is pure hate in the man’s eyes as he stares back at you.

“Please, you’re Logan. Whether you’re the worst one or not - You’re still better than me.”

“Get out of the fucking car.” The words come from between clenched teeth and are filled with warning.

“No – fuck you.”  Your rage breaks the banks to meet Logan’s. Perhaps it’s the guilt, maybe it’s the fear for Wade but something within you snaps at his constant bad temper. “It was an educated guess and a fucking reasonable one at that, get the fuck over yourself you big bird wannabe geriatric fucker! “

He slams his palms on the steering wheel, his nose flares and his teeth clamp together.  “Fuck me? Fuck you – you sad pathetic excuse for a side-kick. No wonder the X-Men wouldn’t take you, and they’ll take fuckin’ anyone. You are a ridiculous, immature, moron who spends her days following around a fucking clown to avoid facing the reality that you are no one. I have never met a sadder, more attention starved asshole in my entire life. You were right about one thing, you’re no fucking hero.”

Its shameful the way your stomach drops, and your eyes involuntarily begin to tear. To hear your hero say the words you’ve thought about yourself whilst laying awake at night. It’s a knife to the gut.

“Nothing to fucking say, huh, Angel?” The use of Wade’s nickname for you is like sandpaper on your skin, it rubs you the wrong fucking way.

“I am going to hurt you now.” Your voice is barely a broken whisper.

“You’re going to hurt – “His faux chortle is cut short by a swift punch to his face. You’re worried you may have been overzealous with your swing when his nose begins bleeding. The Wolverine is stunned for only a moment before he grabs the back of your neck and proceeds with smashing your face into the dashboard and those concerns are quickly put to bed.

The old fucker is strong, but you don’t think he’ll kill you, yet another educated wish.

“Not so tough now…” He shouts as the radio channels change with your skull. Pulling a knife from your leg strap you embed it in his thigh and pull the lever to recline your seat whilst he’s distracted, luckily, you’re not there when he swings for retribution.

Though one of his fucking steak knives catches your upper arm slicing through the leather. Warm blood trickles down your arm, staining the beige interior of the poor Honda. 

Your legs are your strongest asset, so when he attempts to restrain you with the seatbelt, you are presented with your window of opportunity. You wrap them around his neck as you pivot your hips slamming the Wolverine headfirst into the metal of the door. Once, twice, three times - on the fourth he lands a fist to your gut, luckily, he has retracted his claws.

If he was willing to kill you, you wouldn’t stand a chance.

You’re winded struggling to catch your breath from the gut punch, but you manage pull the knife from his thigh that is nestled between your legs and thrust it into his neck, you aim for the spot you’d fantasied about kissing before he’d torn your character apart piece by piece, now you just want to bathe in his fucking blood.

It was the pain that instantaneously made his claws extend. He’s quick to move them, though he slices through the sides of your suit as he buries them in the chair behind you. Your ribs are a bloodied mess though you don’t care, in a few hours they’ll be good as new.

Logan has seized the opportunity and has your arms pinned to your sides, his blood has cooled a little more than yours, he doesn’t seem to want to murder you over an argument.

Perhaps he’s more well-adjusted than yourself, that thought alone should concern you, except it just enrages you further.

“You stupid fuckin-“The Wolverine starts admonishing you, before you swing your head forward and headbutt him.

Yes.

You really do that.

You headbutt the man with the adamantium fucking skeleton– at full strength. Its sheer dumb luck you don’t crack your own skull in the process– maybe Logan was right, you are fucking dumb.

“Fucking fuck!” You cry grabbing your forehead and writhing. Noone wins with a headbutt, except Logan apparently.

“Fucking stop that.” Your writhing has pushed your core against his crotch, and he is already packing quite the heat at what feels like half-mast. He grabs your hips to stop your movement, but it only seems to push you closer. “Stop fucking moving.”

The constant arousal you’ve felt since meeting him returns in double time, Logan’s nostrils flare and his eyes darken. It’s debased and you’re ashamed that you want him, you haven’t stopped wanting him, despite the awful fucking words that left his mouth minutes ago.

“Like … a little pain Wolvie?”

Its relief you feel, you think, when instead of answering or punching you in the face, he closes the gap.

The Wolverine’s claws retract, and he grabs at your chin. Logan’s mouth utterly devours your own, your front tooth clashes with his own as you push yourself upwards, you pull your knife out of his neck, catching his grunt of pain on your tongue as you begin licking your way down his thick throat.

The vein you’d spotted hours ago is throbbing freshly healed, you sink your canines into the flesh and its as good as you’d fucking imagine. His groan is utterly beast-like as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you flush against him.

The Wolverine’s throat tastes like salt and iron. Thick, tangy and warm on your tongue as you soothe the bite. It drives Logan wild, thrusting his hardened member against your warmth. One of his gloved hands rises to lock on the back of your neck to pull you into yet another earth-shattering kiss.  His sharp hot tongue slides against your own, exploring the expanses of your mouth like its his to claim.

You bite at him again then, your teeth catching his bottom lip sharply.  Logan groans into your mouth before you use every ounce of your enhanced strength to throw him backwards against the dashboard.

He is taken utterly by surprise as his head slams into the windscreen cracking the glass with a grunt. When he looks your way Logan’s eyes are blackened with desire, he is utterly wild.

Slowly as if afraid to make any sudden moves, you unzip your combat boots, your eyes never leaving his. One boot and then the next.

You thank the TVA’s tailor for making your suit a two piece as you shuffle backwards into the backseat, pushing the thick leather down your legs all whilst maintaining eye contact with the beast leaning against the dashboard.

“You sure you want this Darlin’?”

“Darlin’?” You question mockingly, your voice lowering to imitate his own, as you wantonly spread your legs, your bare leg resting next to the headrest. Only a pair of black cotton panties separate him from your most intimate parts and his eyes are locked on your clothed core. “a second ago it was ‘Pathetic Moron’ to you.”

Your head tilts in question as his eyes lock back on your own, you think perhaps for a moment something akin to regret passes over his face, but you’ve never been entirely comfortable with feelings, so you drop your hand into the waistband of your panties, you’ve barely circled your opening with your pointer finger before he’s on you.

“That’s my job, you fucking Moron.” He plunges two bare thick fingers into your heat. Gasping you throw your head back against the headrest, it’s a tight fit and its been a while but the slight burn eases some of the aching in your core.  “You’re fuckin’ soaking wet, you like it huh, bub? Making me bleed?”

Your grab his jaw, your nails digging into his flesh. “I’d like to bathe in-” He scissors his fingers finding that spot inside you and you let out an embarrassing noise, somewhere between a gasp and a moan. “-Your fucking blood… you mean motherfucker.”

You’re an absolute goner when he starts rubbing your clit, after a day of foreplay your body seizes, and you grab at the nape of his neck trying to find something to anchor you down. But as fast as the build was you come tumbling down just as quickly, when he cruelly withdraws his hands.

“No! - Wha- what the fuck?!” You’re almost crying as your torn from the precipice.

Logan flips you over onto your stomach before you can complain any further, your face down on the filthy upholstery as he pulls your panties from your hips. You can’t see him from this angle, though you can feel his warm hands tracing the globes of your ass.

You force your knees further apart, pushing your bare soaking pussy against the tight bulge of his yellow suit. If you had enough of your facilities about you, you’d be embarrassed that you’re currently rubbing your cunt against The Wolverine like a bitch in heat after he’d chewed you out only minutes ago.

Logan’s hand dip between your thighs, his fingers swirl along your hole, dragging your wetness along to your aching clit.

“You think I’d make it that easy?” He asks as he continues the journey back and forth. On the second pass he dips his finger inside of you for a fraction of a second before resuming its path. “What do you want, darlin’?”

You weren’t going to beg, in fact you bit your tongue to stop the traitorous words from forming, this man had already made you abandon most of your self-respect, he wasn’t having this.

“Logan…” At your breathy words the man leans forward, pressing his fabric covered cock into your ass as he folds his body over yours. One hand comes down next to your shoulder, the other explore your tits as he rocks himself into your throbbing core. It’s the perfect storm as he nuzzles into your exposed throat but somehow you manage your words. “Fuck me or don’t, I’m not begging, bub.”

He exhales through his nose in what you guess is equal parts amusement and annoyance, but you’re far beyond caring. He places a bite on the spot where your throat meets your shoulder as his body pulls back. Momentarily his hands leave your hips to deal with his own pants. You hear the clank of his belt hitting the car floor moments before you feel the head of his cock, running along your folds.

The head of his cock is thick, and it feels hot to the touch as he runs it along your slick. All of a sudden Logan pushes forward and sheathes himself inside of you with a single thrust.

You try your best to hold in your incoherent moans but to little avail as he pulls back before slamming full force back into you. If you were a human woman, your pelvis would’ve shattered from the force of his hips against your ass, instead you gather your strength and push back, allowing him deeper. The both of you moan in unison at the depth he reaches.

You grab onto the foam of the seat, ripping through the fabric with your bare hands desperate for an anchor as Logan unforgivingly pounds into you from behind, once again he folds his body over yours, wrapping a palm around your clawed fingers.

“.” He grunts something incoherent into your ear as he picks up the pace, slamming into you repeatedly, slowly picking up his pace. Your core is positively aching as you throb around him, pulling him deeper within you.  If you were expecting any further explanation, you’re sorely disappointed.

The wolverine pulls back, gripping at your hips keeping you still as he resumes his powerful strokes.  Logan’s hand dips to your clit, rubbing quick circles sending you barrelling back towards your orgasm. As you begin to clench around him, he pulls your body upwards, his head brushing against the top of the car as he holds you against him his fingers never leaving your clit.

“Come on my cock, Angel.” Unable to stop yourself you clench around him, hearing him talk like that does something primal to you.

You fucking loved Logan’s mouth, you bet he ate pussy like a champion if he played the clit this fucking well.

You stopped fighting it and threw yourself from the cliff, shattering in his thick muscle veined arms as he held you up against him, his cock still viciously plundering your depths.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He whispers against your neck whispers peppering it with bites.

Logan gives you a few moments to come down from your high before he resumes his punishing pace, you think perhaps you’ve reached your limit of pleasure, that the threshold can’t possibly be topped until he whispers into your ear in that gruff voice.

“What was it Wilson said? Filling all your holes?” The Wolverine asks, his eyes meet yours over your shoulder meaningfully, asking permission as he offers you his thumb. You merely moan your approval and wantonly draw his finger into your mouth, soaking the pad in saliva.  

Logan yanks your head into a vicious kiss. It’s a messy one, filled to the brim with need. The hand not currently locked on your neck holding your face to his, travels down your back, through the valley of your bodies. The pad of his pinky runs appreciatively over the globe of your ass, before his hand dips into the crease.

Logan’s thumb runs teasingly against the tight ring of muscle, it’s a foreign experience which makes you startle slightly.

“Anyone ever fucked you here?” He asks as he bites down your neck, delicately pushing you forward until your head rests on the backseat. You shake your head as your eyes close, his cock is buried balls deep within you as he plays with your asshole.

When his thumb finally breaches your tight hole just past the nail, he begins his thrusts once more. His cock fills your pussy from behind and suddenly you feel so fucking full, Its far too much for you.

“Fuck… Logan.” You gasp almost on the verge of tears as pounds you into the back seat. It seems the ass play has gotten to him more than expected, as his pace has increases.

“Where?” He asks breathless from the exertion as he pulls his thumbs from your ass and takes a handful of the meat on your hips.

“Inside…. Please … Logan.” You practically beg though you’ll never admit it, his rhythm becomes stunted as his hips slam into the back of your thighs.

“Give me something tight to come in, Darlin’.” Moaning at his words you’re eager to obey as you reach your hand between your own legs and rub mercilessly at your clit. The unforgiving pounding, the grunting and the fingers currently bruising your hips and the burning of your now vacant ass send you sailing over the edge.

You clamp down on him like a vice, groaning unable to hold back your whimpers anymore as he finally bites your neck and pumps his seed deep inside you as far as it can go. Logan grunts like a beast as he pulses deep inside of you.

Logan collapses beside you. Dents in the interior of the van you don’t even remember making have appeared from where a stray elbow or knee has hit the metal in the throes of passion.

The Wolverine tucks his cock back in his suit. Ever the gentleman, he uses your black panties to wipe away the cum dripping from your thighs, you haven’t got the heart to tell him that when you’re commando redressed in your suit that you can still feel him dripping from you, your pussy uncomfortably slick against the leather.

After dressing, the two of you sit in contemplative silence. Neither one of you has the emotional complexity to discuss what happened and neither one of you will accept fault for your argument that led to it, so, silence reigns.

The tension is sliced in two as Logan leans forward and pushes an errant lock of hair behind your ear in an act so goddamn endearing, you melt. You still wouldn’t apologise for lying, because you didn’t lie but you can meet him a quarter of the way.

“I’m sorry for calling you geriatric.” You whisper catching his eyes, a small spark of humour leaps into them, you’ve seen more emotions from your hero in the past half an hour than you knew he was capable of.

“I shouldn’t have-“ Logan’s heartfelt apology is cut off by the lead of this goddamn story.

“Well, well, well.  Would you look at this, My best friends, Ha! I get fucking kidnapped, an arm ripped off and you’re nowhere to be found? I thought don’t worry Wade, they won’t leave you, Y/N/N will come around that corner any second."

Wade has appeared through the passenger side window; he looks a little worse for wear and has a child’s arm growing from his stump, its kind of gross to look at.

"What if Colossus had had his way with me? What then Y/N? I expect this from Wolvie, but not from you! No, no heroic rescue for old Deadpool. I have to save myself because you fuckers are too busy playing hide the adamantium bone!  Thanks for nothing guys. Now the car has old man sex stank to it, as if this hunk of shit Honda could get any worse!”

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Sunny Ride ❥Arthur Morgan

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ARTHUR MORGAN X FEMALE READER

CW➻❥ outdoor sex⋆ smoking ⋆cowgirl position ⋆ making out ⋆ somewhat handjob ⋆ f! & m! orgasms ⋆ teasing ⋆ outdoor nudity ⋆ rough sex ⋆

WC➻❥1071➻❥ this isn't well proof read so any mistakes or odd things are purely accidental

Summary➻❥ while out relaxing with Arthur you get a mischievous urge to tease him. You stand above him with only a skirt and shirt on, your skirt scrunched up to your knees. One thing leads to another and you ride him like you saved a horse.

A/N ➻❥ sorry that I haven’t posted I’ve been on a summer hiatus, I’ve been enjoying and soaking up all the summer I can get. But I should start posting fics regularly again soon <3

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You looked over your shoulder, the man who was practically your husband laid in grass. His hat was slightly tilted over his forehead, and cigarette smoking was dancing into a mix with the warm summer air.

You brushed through your horse's mane once more before setting the horse brush into your saddlebag.

A mischievous smirk curled at the corner of your mouth as you began walking towards Arthur. You scrunched and curled your skirt in your hands, slowly pulling it just over your knees. You stood above him, your cowboy boots just next to his shoulders. You looked down, Arthur’s eyes just barely peeking open.

“What are you doin’?” Arthur mumbled, you didn’t answer, instead giggled. “I swear woman, you may just be the death of me.” He pulled the cigarette from his mouth, you felt hot smoke crawl up your legs.

You dropped your skirt, and walked around Arthur’s big build. You sat on his stomach, a bright grin on your face as you looked at the man you loved. “Oh darlin’ don’t hide your mischief behind that smile.” He saw through you, “oh shut up you big dummy.” You leaned down and kissed him, letting yourself be gentle. He wrapped his arms around you. “I’m gonna burn through your clothes with my ash,” he removed an arm, the smell of cigarette still burning. “Well I can fix that problem,” you pulled yourself away.

Arthur seemed anxious as you removed your shirt, “what if someone sees us?” You smiled as his worry had answered that he wanted this just as bad as you. “We’d put on a good show.” You pulled your shirt over your head and it fell beside you.

“How did I manage to get such a lustful woman?” He stared at you, enjoying each part of your exposed skin. “You’re not much of a saint yourself.” Arthur stuck the burning bud of tobacco in his mouth for a final drag, he held his breath as he crushed the end of the cigarette into the ground.

You leaned back down, taking in Arthur’s exhale of smoke that twisted around your kiss. The kiss was savory and sweet, Arthur touched you with a deliciously you craved for every time. His rough and dirty hands running up your body as they touched your carved and sculpted body. “How do you always touch me in the right places?” You smile and slowly grind yourself on his hips, “every place is the right place sweetheart.” His voice is low before he kisses you again, his hands holding your hips, assisting you as you grind against his hardened pants.

You pulled yourself away from Arthur's gentle pink lips. Your hand trailed down your body, Arthur watching as it disappeared under your skirt. Your fingers struggled and fiddled with the lonesome button of Arthur's pants. “Jesus baby,” Arthur mumbled as he let his head fall back, waiting for whatever was to come.

You brought your hand to your mouth, gently letting spit land on it before you brought it under your skirt again. Arthur focused on undoing his shirt buttons.

You wrapped your hand around Arthur’s cock, twisting and pumping your hand around it to get it evenly wet. “Shit,” you could hear Arthur’s quiet groan, a smirk on your face as you continued.

You adjusted yourself until you were perfectly hovered over Arthur’s cock and slowly guided yourself until his tip entered. Your body tensed, you noticed Arthurs abdomen tighten as well. You lowered yourself and more, gasping as his cock filled you. “Darlin’” that’s all he could whisper as you both got comfortable.

Your hands pushed against Arthus ribs as you rose and fell. Arthurs hands on your thighs, helping you to ride him. “Fuck,” you bit your bottom lip as you moved your hips around, grinding yourself with Arthur as he thrusted.

Your nails dug into Arthur’s hairy chest as your climax grew, your body wanting to hit its high. Arthur’s eyes watched as your breasts moved with you, bouncing as rode him. “You’re so pretty darlin.” Arthur’s head fell back again as his own climax was hit.

You mixed your own moan with Arthur’s groan as his cum warmed you. Your nails dug harder and deeper as your body tensed at the high of your orgasm before your muscles relaxed.

You were both panting, your chests rising and lowering from exertion. You rubbed your hands softly around Arthur as you came back to yourself. “Why don’t we do this more often?” You smile through breathing, your fingertips set just at Arthurs

V line. “I have no idea darlin’.”

You sat on Arthur’s hips again. Admiring Arthurs bare chest. “We should get back, Dutch will start wondering why it took so long to go shopping.” Arthur held your waist, his hands rubbing up and down your body. “He can wonder all he likes.” Your hands traveled up Arthur and cupped his cheeks as you went down to kiss him.

The kiss was nearly as intimate and passionate as before, but it tasted just as good and bitter. “I could do this everyday.” You pulled back, your faces just inches from each other. “You’re quite addicting, ya know that sweetheart?” He smiled and ran his hands over your back, bringing them to your shoulders. “Maybe we should get going.”

You had both somewhat had redressed, your shirt was roughly buttoned, Arthur hadn’t even buttoned his.

You passed the cigarette back to Arthur, watching over one of the many ridges and cliffs in New Hanover. “Can we do this once a week?” You asked, still admiring the sunny day. “We can arrange that.” Arthur exhaled the tobacco smoke, his arm over your shoulders as he admired the same view. “Should we go after this?” You asked, though you wished you could stay in the moment forever. “It would be for the best.”

You took the final puff on the shrinking bud, enjoying every last second before you crushed into the grass. “I’ll ready the horses.” Arthur stood, his hat in hand. “What a gentleman you are.” You joked before taking Arthur’s aged gambler hat, and setting it on your head. Arthur looked as the hat was loose on you, “I’ll see you by the horses.”

You handed Arthur his hat, before getting onto your own horse. “Every week.” You smiled, “every week.” Arthur tipped his hat and you began riding out of the meadowed cliff.