Pyramid Head Chases You Down And Fills You Up

ronal - amazonian tribbing

content - ronal & fem!reader , clit to clit , amazonian tribbing position

“do you feel that pretty girl? keep those legs apart for me.” ronal said, squatting over you as you had your legs spread with your knees beside your head. she rutted her hips, her soaked cunt sliding against yours with ease. both of your puffy clits pressed against each other each time she moved forwards. she placed her hand on your pelvis, keeping you still as she thrusted against you, coating your cunt all over with slick. “that’s it baby, feel my clit? making mommy feel so good.” she praised from above you, readjusting her squat before sitting her cunt on top of yours. looking down at where you two were pressed together, she positioned her puffy clit to press onto yours before grinding circles into you, her hands moving to your breasts. ronal’s skilled hands teased your hardened nipples, her hips still working on your cunt, feeling you get wetter and wetter each time her clit flicked past yours. “mommy, please, please i need to cum!” you cried out, legs tired from the position she forced you in. ronals judgmental eyes scanned your face, as if assessing wether or not she’s grant you the luxury of cumming with her. she dragged her hands down your torso, moving to your thighs before putting the last of the energy she had into humping you. lewd noises filled the marui, wet sounds and skin rubbing against each other as well as your desperate whines. “let it out, baby.” ronal directed, focusing her humps on your clit only, watching your face twist as you came. she praised you, cooing compliments as she reached her own high, her cum dripping down your inner thighs. the second she lifted her sore body from yours, your eyes darted downwards to your cunt, seeing it all glossy and soaked. it was the most erotic thing you and ronal had tried before.

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"it's so hot, i'm literally gonna melt" you complain while removing your shirt, leaving you wearing just a bra. you raise your arms above your head, extending your fingertips towards the air conditioning vent to feel the cool breeze directly.

"come back to bed," yunho emits a groan from his spot in your bed, sprawled out on the covers resembling a starfish. he's wearing nothing but his chelsea t-shirt and boxers.

"why would i do that, we're both sweating like crazy," you mutter, your eyes shut tightly as you try to absorb every bit of the refreshing breeze.

"don't stand in front of the ac, you'll catch a cold," he says, shifting onto his side to gaze at you. a smile forms on his face as he appreciates your appearance. you're dressed in a plain white bra and his matching chelsea shorts. "why don't you take off the shorts and show me something good, tiny."

without responding or turning around to face him, you choose to express your annoyance by flipping him off, enjoying the sensation of the cool breeze against your perspiring skin. his laughter fills the air, and you sense him rising from the bed. suddenly, his warm hand wraps around your waist, creating a comforting sensation. you find yourself automatically smiling at his touch, as if your body instinctively responds to him without needing permission.

he allows both of you to tumble onto the bed, resulting in you landing on top of him with a startled "mmphf" escaping your lips. he playfully rolls you both around, causing you to end up beneath him, his larger frame enveloping you and pressing you deeper into the mattress. as a sense of panic overwhelms you, you begin to scream, and your screams mingle with his laughter. desperate to free yourself, you push against him with all your might, but he remains firmly in place, refusing to budge.

the piercing sound of your screams is abruptly halted as your other boyfriend enters the room, balancing a tray with three cups of what appears to be icy slush. disregarding the situation, he nonchalantly tosses his keys onto the nearest piece of furniture and hands a slush to yunho, who is still chuckling while keeping you pinned down with one forearm pressed against your chest.

"seonghwa tell him to leave me alone, i'm gonna die," you whine helplessly, attempting to give him your most pleading puppy-dog eyes. however, he simply gazes at you, taking slow sips from his strawberry slushie. the sunlight streaming through the windows accentuates his dark under-eye circles, making them appear even more pronounced, casting shadows on his handsome face.

"i don't have time for this," he sighs, clearly exasperated. yunho's laughter intensifies, finding the situation incredibly amusing, knowing well that he's the one who persuaded seonghwa to engage in late-night gaming sessions until sunrise. you adore yunho and his playful, puppy-like personality, but his boundless energy can be exhausting, especially when you're pinned down, struggling for breath. feeling defeated, you gaze at your untouched slushie, resting silently on the nightstand beside you.

"yunho, i'm sweating so much right now, i don't think you wanna be this close to me," you attempt to persuade your boyfriend to move away, but he looks at you with a perplexed expression. he leans down and presses his head against your neck, and you feel his tongue, cold from his drink, glide from the base of your neck to the side of your jaw. "what the fuck! get off!" you forcefully place your palms against his chest and manage to push him away, creating enough space for you to peer down at his smirking face.

"you taste good," he smiles in response, his tone casual as if he didn't just do the most out of pocket shit you've ever witnessed.

"move," seonghwa grumbles as he slips into his side of the bed beside you. he briefly closes his eyes, allowing a moment of rest while yunho nudges both of you to the left on the spacious bed. seonghwa sits up again, removing his t-shirt just as you did earlier. your gaze wanders over the expanse of his well-defined chest, sweat causing his abs to gleam in the sunlight, giving his physique an almost ethereal quality

"thirsty?" you hear yunho whisper in your ear, and you can sense that he caught on to the way you glanced at seonghwa, implying a sexual undertone. however, you genuinely feel parched and in need of a drink.

"yeah, seonghwa please?" you request, pointing towards the nearby cup behind him. he turns to you and goes to retrieve it, but instead of handing it to you, he brings the straw to his own lips, savoring the taste of the orange beverage, "fuck i knew i should've taken peach, it's so fucking good."

he turns towards you and laughs upon witnessing your betrayed expression. "don't look at me like that, i just wanted to taste, here baby take," he says, taking another sip before pushing yunho away from your body. he then brings his lips to yours, guiding the liquid into your mouth, and you willingly accept it, feeling it slide down your throat as his tongue brushes against the roof of your mouth. pulling back, he licks the trail of liquid that had escaped your mouth and landed on the side of your cheek.

"want more?" he asks, and when you nod in agreement, he pushes the straw to yunho's lips.

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The Bloodline, Pt. I.

Author’s Note: So I am on Wattpad, if you see this exact story on there, don’t worry, it’s me. lol Also, side note, I wrote this for an old book and tweaked it to fit the Bloodline, hope you all enjoy. I haven’t written in months, so bare with me. 

warnings: strong language, mentions of death, drugs, etc, eventual smut and adult content word count: 5K (sheesh).

You sighed heavily as you made your way to your black Audi TT 2.0T Coupe, 2018. Though your legs were in the mood for walking, the rest of your body wasn’t prepared. It needed to prepare for this long meeting that was ahead of you. This would be the third meeting this week your boss has mandated. You had no idea why he called all these meetings, but you were growing tired. It seemed that every time you laid your head down to rest, he’d ring your cell, notifying you of an upcoming meeting. It wasn’t enjoyable, but then again, you understood. His father had just acquired some new territory that was under heavy construction and needed surveillance from outsiders to keep it safe. You were growing excited at the thought of Kane expanding his business. It meant more money for you and possibly being ranked higher up.

You were currently in your “rookie” status because you’ve only worked for Kane for nearly a year. You were trained for two years but employed for just one year, so you were fresh on the block. You were the youngest of the corporation, Snake.Eyes.Everywhere. (aka S.E.E.), and because of this, you were often looked down upon by your peers. It was so annoying, and you wanted to prove everyone wrong. You wanted to prove that you could be ruthless like them, especially Sage. She was your enemy among the S.E.E. members, high up in rank, a sniper, and she wasn’t afraid to remind you.

When you first started working for S.E.E, she was the one to train you, being the most skilled of the women that worked for Kane. She was his top pick, his chosen one. At first, she was reluctant to train you, but with Kane’s constant pushing to teach you, she finally did, and boy, did you pay. She was the best trainer, but she was also the most harsh. You can’t even count on your fingers how many times you’ve returned home with black eyes, busted lips, and a broken spirit. She’s previously broken a couple of your ribs, a sign that she took her job seriously. You somewhat admired her, but you despised her as well. It nearly took you an eternity (in your mind), to gain her trust as a fellow member of S.E.E.

She was very reserved, much like the shadow of the corporation, only coming out when needed to assassinate any enemy that dared to threaten the corporation she adored so much. She’d have you dead within seconds if you made it to her hit list. You heard once that she killed an entire gang who made a bad deal with Kane, all in one night, courtesy of her AR15 Sniper Rifle, or her toy as she likes to call it. All you knew was that with the skills she obtained, you were no match, and you would make sure you wouldn’t end up on her hit list. Hence, why you were making sure you were on time for this meeting. She hated when people were late for important meetings, especially when dealing with new territory.

You place your ray bans onto your face, checking that you look presentable in the mirror. After this meeting, you’d go to a party your best friend was having at a local bar in downtown Pensacola. It was a new club that just opened, and being that your friend was such a bar hopper, she wanted you to come with her. She’d be turning twenty-seven, an age you’d often joke to her about being ancient. She was a nice girl, Mercedes, her name. You two met when you moved to Florida. You were going to a local university to pursue a career in marine biology, and she was pursuing a career as a forensic scientist. Though she hadn’t made it that far into schooling, she was among the most intelligent girls you knew.

In fact, she was your only friend, if compared to those you often see. You weren’t allowed to have that many friends, Kane’s orders. He stated that knowing too many people could potentially put you at risk of stumbling upon a secret enemy of S.E.E., which was true. When you think about it, you have secretly encountered students associated with enemy organizations. Though you didn’t know this, Kane knew. He had eyes everywhere. Hence, the name of his father’s large corporation, S.E.E., was also symbolism for the word “sea,” as members of this corporation were everywhere, lurking.

You can’t even count how many times you’ve gotten calls, and warnings from Kane about the student that sat next to you in Biology class being an informant for whatever gang they were affiliated with. Being among regular-looking students was weird, yet they were living double lives. But then again, so were you. To those from the outside looking in, you looked like an ordinary girl, but if they only knew what you transformed into once night falls. Hence, your nickname was given to you by Kane, Midnight.

You were part of the lowest rank in the S.E.E. corporation, Garter Snakes. If you know anything about garter snakes (or gardener snakes), they are nearly the most harmless snakes of all. You were joined by others that were considered harmless or not very dangerous within the corporation. It slightly annoyed you because you felt you had potential, but you had to have patience. Kane was a knowledgeable man, and you wouldn’t dare question his decisions (at least not most of the time). He was the reason you were still in the garter unit, but he knew you could be higher up, just not too soon. He wanted to take his time with you and prepare you for higher status.

You were surprisingly one of his favorites, or at least that’s what your fellow member, Sapphire (or Cypher, as most call her), would always say. She was such an entertaining person, to say the least, her bubbly personality being one of great use in times of turmoil. She was a member of a subunit of S.E.E. called DIAMONDS, a codename they used, inspired by the western diamondback rattlesnake. Interestingly enough, Cypher and her counterpart Zee, were both the ladies to put the act in action, while Lavinia and Garnet were informants. Again, they had higher ranks than you, but soon, you’d be joining them, or at least you hoped.

You’ve been struggling lately in your part of the corporation. Lately, life has just been giving you the middle finger. You were currently living in a beat-up apartment. Though you were thankful for a roof over your head, you couldn’t help but complain about the daily struggles you faced living in the place you did. One constant complaint is the cold showers you’d often have to take. The water system in your apartment complex sucked ass. The water company, you believed, would receive at least over twenty complaints a day about the water going cold. If the water isn’t running cold, the electric stability of the apartments is screwing up. If that weren’t a problem, you’d groan about the slight mold forming on your ceiling, thanks to the water leaks that would sneak up on you unexpectedly.

You were tired of spending money trying to fix up your place. It started to strain your pockets, leading to how you met Kane, one of the most snakelike people you’ve ever encountered.

🐍

You had just been fired from your job at the local pizzeria, Stefano’s Local Pizza, to no fault of your own. Or at least that’s what you’d told yourself at the time. You couldn’t help that your car kept breaking down, leading to you always being late for work. You tried countlessly to explain to your boss your situation, but he wasn’t hearing it. He was tired of you showing up late, rushing through the entrance doors, hair a mess, and clothes out of place, from running into work. It was a Friday night, a rainy one at that. The once baby-blue skies turned dark when you ran into work for the last time.

He was waiting for you behind the counter, your last check in hand, informing you of your departure. You were so hurt and scared. You had no idea how you were going to pay your bills anymore. School had taken a drastic hit on the money that you’d gotten from your parents before traveling to Florida. You weren’t exactly on a scholarship. You had to come out of pocket or borrow loans to get through school. And now, here you were, being fired? You damn near begged your manager to let you stay, offering to work overtime, but it was useless. You were dismissed.

Defeated, you walked to a nearby Korean bistro called Chopsticks to soothe your confused mind. At that moment, you sat down to order your meal when someone caught your eye. Two people, male and female, neatly dressed in crisp attire, sat across the restaurant, looking through their menus. They were sophisticatedly dressed compared to you and the other diners that were in casual clothing. They were sore on the eyes and could catch anyone’s attention, making you wonder what they were doing in a place like that. Shouldn’t they dine on lobster and steak at a fancy restaurant?

You tried not to stare at them, but they were so captivating, especially the male of the two. You couldn’t see his eyes due to the black shades he wore, which added to his mysterious look, but it made you want to stare at him more. You could see tattoos adorning his right arm and hand from where you were positioned. The woman sitting across from him, she was gorgeous. She looked almost like a gothic doll, with porcelain skin and hair jet black. However, you couldn’t really make out her facial features with her back turned to you. But you just knew she was beautiful.

Your time at the bistro was going fine until two men walked in, dressed also like the man and woman, but they didn’t look as friendly as you’d think. In fact, they seemed almost outraged at the sight of the man and woman. The man smirked at them before pulling out a pistol from his pocket, causing chaos throughout the restaurant.

You nearly didn’t escape alive as gunshots and people fled here and there. Well, that was partly because when you were running towards an exit just at the back of the restaurant, a bullet pierced your side. It surprised you so much that you fell onto the floor, crying in pain. All you could hear as you lay on the tiled floor, slipping in and out of consciousness, were screams, gunshots, and profanity. You closed your eyes, anticipating your death. You didn’t think you’d die in that way, hoping you’d at least make it to age eighty before God called you home, but you guessed you were wrong. Dammit, life was harsh. At that moment, everything went quiet except for the footsteps that echoed throughout the kitchen. Soon, you were approached by the man with dark shades and tatted arms.

He was even more beautiful up close. However, the harshness in his eyes made you fear the worst. Maybe he was a bad guy. Would he kill you? You didn’t know, but before passing out, you remembered him bending down to stroke your face.

🐍

And that’s how you came to know Kane. He saved your life, and now you are working for him years later. Working for him wasn’t easy. It was scary at first. You remember when he first showed you how to use a gun, to which you accidentally shot one of his hitmen by mistake. Poor guy is now walking with a permanent limp, thanks to you. You’d think working for Kane you’d be wealthy, right? Wrong. Though he offered you to live with him and the rest of his workers, you refused. Being in a mansion full of killers and assassins wasn’t exactly your taste. But then again, that’s exactly what you were being trained for, so you were no better, but still. Just the thought of being in the same house as Sage made your stomach do backflips. And not in a good way, either.

Unbeknownst to Kane, you recently applied for a job as an assistant at a primary school. Your job was to monitor the children while they played on the playground, assist them in painting and drawing pictures, feed them during lunchtime, watch over them during nap time, and help them with other activities. Children were your weakness. You loved children, hence, why you applied for the job. You got the opportunity, thanks to Mercedes, who also worked at the primary school. Being around children just calms you in a world full of chaos. Their innocence, in a way, purified you from the filth that consumed you in the mafia world.

Knocking you out of your thoughts, your phone dings, signaling a text message. You swiftly reach over your seat, get your cell phone, and peer at the screen. You stopped at a red light before checking the message, a reminder that the meeting would begin in thirty minutes. You hurriedly make your way downtown and through red lights to get to the S.E.E. headquarters.

You slowly approach the entrance gates, rolling down your window to greet Austin, or A.T. (short for A-Town) as he liked to be called. He grinned down at you, approaching your car.

“What’s up, baby? Are you finally coming to give me some? You look good.” he teased as you rolled your eyes at his advances. He always loved flirting with you, even when you rejected him repeatedly.

You didn’t believe in mixing business with pleasure, especially with a fellow snake. It just wasn’t right. Plus, Kane would probably kill you both if he found out you tried to sleep with each other. Yes, A.T. was handsome, but he wouldn’t fool you. He was a complete womanizer, much like the many men that worked for Kane. This guy has gotten more ass than a toilet seat, and you refused to be the butt of his jokes (no pun intended). He loved bragging to his friends about the various women he’s slept with during missions. He was more than just a gatekeeper, but you didn’t know the specifics of his ranking. But it didn’t matter. You wouldn’t be another woman in-between his sheets.

“Thanks for the offer, but if I want a man, he’s gotta have two of everything.” you sassed as his laughing came to a halt.

He glared at you, his right eye covered with an eye patch, taking offense to your words. Poor thing lost his right eye, messing up during a mission. Apparently, he entered an enemy gang’s bar, got drunk, and started a fight. To which he was outnumbered and attacked. His right eye was delivered to Kane in a bloody velvet box as a gift for Kane’s birthday—one of the most gruesome presents one could ever receive.

“Damn, Y/n, that was cold.” he sighed, signaling the gate opener to open the massive gates. You snickered as he backed away from your car, letting you zoom past him.

You make it to the packed parking lot before parking your car. You make sure you straighten out your red silk dress before going to the front door. You usually dress less fancy for meetings. Still, you promised Mercedes you’d be at her birthday celebration as soon as you left from your “public outing,” so there was no use in you having to change clothes twice.

Two guards stood posted up at the front door entrance, guns in hand, as you greeted them. They didn’t say much, only nodded their bald heads. They were pretty stale guards if you say so yourself. They wore plain black suits, except for the snake pendant pinned to their jacket pocket. A symbol of their employment to the S.E.E. corporation. They immediately let you in, recognizing you as a fellow Snake, as you walked into the main corridor, heels clicking against the marble floor.

The S.E.E. headquarters was a place of pure luxury, with paintings and expensive vases in almost every room. It represented Kane’s taste in architecture. He was a man that loved art. He loved looking expensive, at least when making drug deals or doing business with important clients. Other than that, he’d wear hoodies and jeans just like anyone else. You pass by some housemaids and butlers on your way up the stairs to the meeting room, or Snake Pit, as Kane calls it. It was a fancy way of saying the meeting room, where all the members came together to discuss business.

Your legs almost feel like jello as you walk to the house’s second floor, then to the big double doors that lead to the meeting room. Approaching the doors, you’re immediately met with multiple voices coming from behind them, all familiar.

You quickly but quietly open the doors as the talking quieted down, all eyes on you. Did you arrive late or something? You were sure you arrived on time……or did you? You looked at no one, including Sage, as you reached your usual seat next to Cypher. She gave you a small smile before turning her attention back to Kane, who stood in front of the large glass table.

“Midnight…I presume you have a decent excuse as to why you’re ten minutes late.” Kane’s soft voice says, eyes scanning over your appearance: a red silk strappy dress, silver strap heels, red lipstick, 40-inch box braids neatly in a high ponytail, cascading down your back.

You feel a slight lump form in your throat. You knew he meant no harm, but somehow, he always made you shiver with fear. Maybe it was because he was of the highest rank among S.E.E. members, the leader of a subunit known as Inland Taipan (or I.T. for short). Fun fact, the subunit was named after the most deadly and venomous snake in the world. It was scary to think a rank like that existed, making you almost worry why members of that unit were given that name.

You look over at Kane before slowly shaking your head. There was no use in lying to him. He always had a way of making you spill the truth. A characteristic of his you hated with every fiber of your being.

“I’m sorry…..I lost track of time,” you say, barely above a whisper.

You hear a short snort, not even needing to look at who made the sound. Sage. She sat closest to Kane’s seat, glaring at you, impatience and annoyance written all over her face. She was such a bitch, but a bad one at that. You dared not test her. She was one rank under Kane but would break you in half in a second. One day you’d muster up the courage to defend yourself against her. Until then, you’d sit quietly and listen to her every command.

“Hmph… we’ll discuss that later. However, there are more important matters to discuss, so I called everyone to this meeting. As you all know, we’ve acquired new territory in Miami, which usually isn’t our target location. However, my father made a deal with the leader of the Sin City Boys. This property is located at the seaport, not too far away from our enemy’s territory hence, why there is a problem. A problem that was reported to me earlier today.” Kane spoke, commanding everyone’s attention as he paced around calmly.

“Our enemy?…. We have plenty of those. I’ve scanned the areas near and far from that seaport; from what I’ve seen, no one has claim over any territory. What problem do we have?” Garnet, the computer genius, asked curiously. The woman was a pure magician with computers. She once hacked into a computer system at a local bank, stealing valuable information that could give her access to banking safes worldwide. She was gold. She held a cold, distant demeanor, but she wasn’t as cruel as most would think. She was pretty short in height; however, she’d get violent in seconds if she had to. She was of a rank you weren’t sure of, but she was highly skilled in her field.

“Two of my watchmen, who were surveilling the harbor, suddenly disappeared in the middle of the night. No one knew what the hell happened to them. But then I received pictures from an anonymous source of their bodies…..wrapped in sea debris in one of the boats at the harbor. From what I received…… this seaport is located near the Bloodline’s premises, something unknown to us at the time of the deal. Now, we have a problem on our hands. The Bloodline has killed one of our own. And they will pay.” Kane says, anger rising in his voice.

Bloodline…..Bloodline……a name you’ve heard countless times in your line of work. Apparently, they were sworn enemies with the entire S.E.E. corporation. You weren’t sure exactly how big their organization was. Still, compared to the one you were a part of, there was no way they could battle with The Snakes, a name given to any member of S.E.E. Or could they? You heard they were quite notorious, just like Kanes’ crew.

Their group had five prominent members, a subunit of the infamous Samoan Dynasty. They were intelligent, cunning, vicious men that knew the ins and outs of any part of the United States. They were that influential and powerful. They acquired a lot of territory you wouldn’t cross into unless you were looking for trouble. You weren’t familiar with what they looked like. However, you knew that their leader was an intellectual, a man of great stature. He was the one who put the Bloodline crew together at a young age, or at least that’s what you’ve heard from whispers by fellow Snakes here. He was known as the Tribal Chief, the Head of The Table, the Greatest of All Time. You name it; he had it all. He was a menace to society, described by some as Satan himself. No one and I mean no one, crossed him and didn’t pay the ultimate price.

The Samoan Dynasty was a corporation of wild, rebellious individuals. They had several clubs scattered about in the United States, particularly Florida, their central drug city. Some called them harmless, loving people that took care of their own. But much like a lion’s pride, if you threatened what was theirs or their family….be prepared to fight until death.

A “peace” treaty was signed some time ago by both S.E.E. and Samoan Dynasty members, swearing not to cross each other’s borders unless you were looking for trouble. Since then, the two corporations have had little to no problems. However, this minor (well, major) bad deal has caused conflict. Now the Samoan Dynasty have taken Kane’s men on their territory, trying to export drugs, as a sign of aggression. A breaking on their part of the treaty. It was only a matter of time before the elders of the dynasty summoned one of their most elite subunits, The Bloodline, to unleash punishment. Now, they would be coming for any of Kane’s men, not caring what rank they were. They would do away with Kane and his men if need be. You once heard that the Bloodline fought against one of Kane’s subunits, killing them all, decapitating their heads, and sending them to Kane as a warning. But that was just a rumor, and you sure wouldn’t ask anyone if it were true. But if it were, the Bloodline was one hell of a force to be reckoned with.

As Kane continued talking, you spaced out. Your mind wondered if you would get a call soon telling you you’d be hired for the primary school job. The only reason you didn’t want Kane knowing was because he didn’t want you getting distracted. He always wanted you to be alert, even when you weren’t on S.E.E. territory. Enemies of The Snakes could be anywhere, in ordinary settings, so you had to be on the lookout. You couldn’t let your guard down. Otherwise, you’d be taken captive by enemy corporations or dead. However, you wanted to live an everyday life outside of the mafia. You wanted to have something to at least make you feel safe.

You have not talked to your parents or any family member since you started working for Kane. He said that sometimes enemies could find out where your loved ones lived and do horrible things to them to get you to cooperate with them. And though that was difficult to imagine, it was the truth. You knew the consequences of working for Kane, meaning that your consequences could become your family’s or friends’ problems. Therefore, you only socialize a little. You kept to yourself at school, isolating yourself from people around you. You did it not only for your safety but for theirs. You didn’t want anyone to get hurt because of you. So, how did you and Mercedes become so close?

You met her before working for Kane, so you refused to let her go as a friend. Did he like it? No, but once Lavinia gave him a full report on who Mercedes was, she wasn’t seen as a threat. Thank God for Lavinia. She’s in charge of searching and finding information on anyone necessary. Suppose red flags came up during her investigation. In that case, she’d alert Garnet, who’d inform Kane, who’d inform Sage or any other assassin, and have the person killed.

Kane continued to go on and on until he finally broke you out of your trance with the call of your name. You immediately sit up straight, looking at him, confused. You weren’t sure what he’d just said to you, but it was something Sage didn’t like, as she stood to her feet in rejection.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” you asked, hoping he’d ignore that you weren’t even paying attention to him.

“I said, I’d like you to take on this special mission. One that will require a lot of you,” he spoke, his tone serious yet soft.

All eyes were on you as everyone awaited your response.

“I-I well….I umm-” Sage quickly cut you off, standing her ground against Kane. She couldn’t believe the words that just came out of his mouth.

You? Go against the Bloodline?! A rookie against a skilled group of men who’d have you dead in seconds? You?!

“Are you serious, Kane?! You’re going to send her to go after the Bloodline?! The Bloodline?! The same ones that nearly killed half of your men when you stepped onto their territory two years ago! The same ones who killed my brother! She’s no match for them. That’s like sending a baby deer to a coalition of lions. She’d be dead as soon as she walked on their territory. Send me instead, I can-” Kane rudely cut her off.

“I know what I’m doing, Sage. They will recognize you if you even step onto the Bloodline’s soil. Y/N is just as innocent as they come. They’d never suspect her to be working for us. We need to have her to do this mission. Of course, I won’t send her alone. That would be quite stupid of me and unsafe for her. I will send two Shadows with her.” Kane said, referring to two people that would follow you wherever you went, but you’d never see them. They were mysterious people who would step in whenever trouble was too much. They’d watch over you, making sure no enemy came too close. They were the “kill on sight” type of people. No questions asked.

You stood to your feet, nodding your head. This could be your big break. This could be your moment to prove what you were made of finally. You were tired of being The Snakes joke, and you were more than that. And you’d prove it. Prove it by taking revenge on the Bloodline. You took a deep breath before accepting Kane’s offer.

“I accept your offer, Kane. Whatever is required of me, I will do it,” you said, steadying your voice. Knowing it would be detected quickly, you couldn’t show any ounce of doubt. No matter how much the thought of crossing the Bloodline scared you, you wouldn’t show any ounce of weakness. You had to do this.

He nods, satisfied with your answer. “Alrighty then, it’s set. However, you know the drill. If there is anyone that objects, speak now, or bite your tongue.” he says as you both turn to face the remaining Snakes in the room.

They all looked around at each other. Some had unsure looks on their faces, while others looked on in agreement. All except Sage. She said nothing. She took her place back in her seat.

“We have no rejections.” everyone finally said after a moment of silence. Kane nods before looking over at you.

He lifts his right hand, signaling for you to pledge, a ritual Snakes often do when accepting a mission.

“Repeat after me. I, Y/N, take this mission with all seriousness. I will become like a snake, seeking whom I will devour. I will not spare any prey in my path. Everyone is my enemy. I will not slack on this mission. I will not stop until it is complete. My enemies will be bitten, for my venom is lethal. I know that if I should fall into the hands of the enemy, I will not disclose anything about the S.E.E. corporation. I know the consequences of betraying The Snakes. I know that if the enemies try to convince me to betray you all, I will become the prey. Therefore, I am willing to give my all, including my undying loyalty to The Snakes. Snakes, forever.” he says, as you repeat every word after him.

He nods, accepting your pledge. “You know what comes next. You will receive a snake pendant to represent that you are officially a part of the S.E.E. corporation. However, you will not earn your true snake bite unless you complete this mission. Do you understand?” he asks, pulling a snake pendant from his pocket, preparing to place it on your dress.

That’s it…..it was official. You now had a mission to complete. Kill the most elite of the Samoan Dynasty, The Bloodline.

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You watch as the gates of the S.E.E. headquarters close behind you. You were now heading towards the club to meet with Mercedes. Your mind was heavy with what you were asked to do on this mission. You were given a file full of background information on every Bloodline member. You were assigned seven days to complete this mission. And seven days only. You were to kill every member of the Bloodline, sparing no one. You were instructed to go from the “weakest” member to the strongest. You’re unsure who was the weakest, but you had to move fast. Time was ticking. If they were as clever and dangerous as people have said, you had to play smart. You had to play their game. They didn’t know what was coming for them. You’d attack them, one by one, and bring honor to the S.E.E. corporation. Just the thought made you smile to yourself.

It takes you only a short time before you’re at the club parking lot, parking your car to greet Mercedes. She stood, waiting patiently outside the club for you. Once she saw you, she giggled, running over to you to embrace you.

“Hey bitch, you ready to fuck shit up!?!” she yelled, obviously having some drinks already in her system.

“Yeah, come on, birthday girl. It’s time to party.” you grinned as you two entered the club.

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Feedback and constructive criticism are welcome! Thanks for reading!

Before you go, lemme introduce you all to some of the characters introduced in this first part:

Mercedes

Cypher

Zee

Lavinia

Garnet

A.T.

and last but not least, Sage.

@romanstheory​ Sis, you are the real one. You inspired me to get back into writing. I hope you like this, and please let me know what I can do to improve my writing. <3

@msbigredmachine​ Thank you as well for being such a great writer. Love reading your content. <3

Kinktober Day 31 - Free Use

Poly 141 x Reader - 4.3k (on ao3)

summary: Glimpses into your life as a housewife and free use toy for the 141 post-retirement. (Reader POV, second person)

cw: soft sex, half-drunk sex, light somnophilia, anal sex

note: last kinktober of the month! sorry i got off by a day at the end here, but i hope you guys have enjoyed everything so far :) btw this is less "free use" and more "sex with the 141 while living in domestic bliss"

Your days are filled with sex. Sex with all of your boys, in every position you can think of, in every room of the house they’d bought for the five of you after retiring. 

You all split the chores evenly these days. No one does more than they’re more comfortable with, and you’ve all found your stride, something to give you purpose, after the rigidity of the military.

Gaz has taken to bee-keeping. As odd as it sounds, he’s got the patience for it, and he’s quite protective of his bees, even has nearly an entire library of books he’s taught himself with. Price helps him out by selling the honey he harvests, keeping track of his profits and managing the household’s finances. 

Ghost hunts, spends his days out finding game to bring home, tracking herds and predators around your property. Johnny does a little of everything - fixes things when they break, chops firewood every morning, helps Simon skin his prey, tries to help Gaz and his bees. 

And you take care of the house. You make the meals, clean up after everyone, and find yourself perfectly happy to keep your men fed and warm. 

Your other chore is to bend over whenever they want. Well, bend into any position whenever they want, Ghost and Soap tend to enjoy getting a bit more creative. It’s not really much of a chore, considering how eager you are to do it.

It’s a great deal for you. Johnny and Kyle are always eager to get you off, and neither Simon nor Price is stingy with the orgasms these days either. You live your life floating between domestic labor and orgasms - not a bad existence, by your metric. You get to live without a care in the world, four men to take care of and four men to take care of you. It’s like a dream come true.

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You hum to yourself as you dance around the kitchen, wearing nothing but a frilly apron as you wait for your pancakes to cook. The small radio on the dining room table plays music from a local radio station, something cheery to start your day. It’s hard not to smile, with sunshine pouring in from the windows and a batch of fresh eggs to scramble on the stove. 

Your small moment of bliss is interrupted by a pair of hands on your hips and a large body bracketing yours.

There isn’t even a moment of fear, you instinctually lean back into the man behind you. A moment later, a rough beard brushes over your cheek.

“Pancakes this mornin’?” Price asks, big paws resting on the softness of your hips.

“Hmm,” you hum, tilting your head to claim his lips. He sways the two of you back and forth slowly, to the beat of the song, and lets you take your time with him. “Blueberries in yours,” you tell him when you come up for a breath of air.

One hand shifts to your ass, the other to your stomach, and you feel him smile. “Thank you, love. Got time for a quick round before they burn?”

You mimic his smile, let him bend you over slowly. “You’re just in time, Captain, I haven’t cracked the eggs yet.”

“Perfect,” he purrs, pressing himself to your backside. He tucks his plaid pajama pants down a little, rubbing his warm morning wood against you. You fold your arms beneath your head, let your eyes drift closed as his fingers make quick work of getting you ready.

Moments later, the heavy length of his cock fills you slowly. You moan, shifting your legs a little bit wider as he massages your waist.

“There you go,” he sighs, bottoming out and grinding himself slowly inside of you. “Tight as always, perfect girl.”

You giggle a little drowsily, wiggling your hips against his. “Always for you, John.”

He sighs contentedly, pulling out slowly. “Don’t I know it.”

He fucks you slowly, a steady pace that drags against all your most sensitive parts on every thrust. John’s thick, and the stretch isn’t quite comfortable with no prep. But you’re still a little loose from your time with Soap and Gaz last night, so it’s far from painful to take him.

He hunches over you as he gets closer and closer to the edge, elbows resting on either side of you and breath ghosting across your nape.

“Aw,” you hear Soap say,voice rough from sleep as he steps into the kitchen. “I wanted first go today.”

“Early bird gets the worm, Johnny,” Gaz teases, settling into a chair in the little breakfast nook Simon had built soon after moving in. “You’re the one who stayed up so late with her last night.”

“Wasn’t just me, jackass, you’re the one who-”

“Boys,” Price grunts, hips slamming against yours, leaving you squirming beneath him. “Will you shut the fuck up while I’m balls deep in our girl?”

You can’t help but snort beneath him, pushing yourself up enough to arch your back further, stick your ass further out for him. “Ye-yeah, boys.”

“Hush,” Price scolds, one hand shifting to your neck where he forces you flat to the counter again. “‘M almost there…”

He groans lowly as he buries himself deep inside of you, pumping slowly as you tighten up, trying to milk him. “Fuck, feels good…”

You smile against your arms as the pleasure that had been building inside of you starts to dull to a simmer, something warm in the root of you.

Price pulls out only moments later, two thick fingers tucking into you to keep any of his come from dripping out. “Keep me safe inside you, pretty thing, c’mon. Clench down.”

You take a deep breath and try your best to listen, straightening up and doing your best to keep yourself from dripping down your thighs. 

He turns you around, leaning you back against the counter and cupping your cheeks in his hands, tugging your face up to give you a soft kiss. “Thank you,” he whispers into your mouth, just quiet enough for you to hear.

“Of course.” You reach up to grab his wrists, holding him close. “Never gonna say no to you, John.”

The two of you linger in the moment, sunlight warming your skin as you breathe into each other.

It’s Soap that interrupts you, an intentionally obnoxious clearing of his throat nearly making you jump. “Any chance at coffee sometime today, bonnie?”

You huff a laugh into Price’s mouth, pushing him away and shooting a half-playful look to Johnny. “Can’t give me a minute of peace, can you?”

He smirks, “Nope.”

John scoffs as he pulls away, moving you with him and giving you a quick tap to the ass to send you over to the counter with the coffee machine. “Someone’s gotta teach you some patience, MacTavish.”

“If Ghost still hasn’t gotten it into him, no one is,” Gaz laughs, shifting enough for Price to join him on the bench. 

“Who says I haven’t?” Ghost says, stepping from the hallway. He’s already got a cigarette lit between his lips, and you wave him away with a spatula.

“No!” You scold, trying to shoo him closer to the window. “No smoking in my house! You know I hate the smell.”

Ghost rolls his eyes good-naturedly but lets you herd him to the open window, resting a shoulder on the windowsill and blowing a mouthful of air. You hmph, satisfied, and move to flip the pancakes. “You’re not the one who has to get that smoke out of all the furniture, you know.”

Ghost sighs, but he’s dramatic enough about it for you to know that he’s intentionally exaggerating his annoyance. “Awful early for all that nagging, woman.”

You glare at him playfully, picking up an egg to crack. “Awful early for a cig, too.”

He huffs and you crack your egg, the kitchen shifting into a comfortable silence. You continue your humming as the song changes to something more upbeat, unable to keep a smile from your face.

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You’re half tipsy, giggling into Soap’s mouth as the two of you stumble into the house. You manage to trip over the lip of the entrance, and you yelp as you start to fall.

Johnny just barely manages to twist and catch the both of you in time, grunting loudly as he hits the ground. The breath is knocked from the both of you, and you lay there in the dark for a moment, still.

You’re giggling as soon as you can breathe again, unable to stay still with all the energy and wiggling against his chest. “Jo-Johnny!”

“What?” He pants, still not fully able to take a breath in. You can see the outline of a smile, though, and his hands come up to fully cup your ass. “You were the one taht tripped, lass!” 

That only makes you laugh harder, kicking your feet against his shins. “I-I know!”

Now he laughs, a full-bellied sound that has you bouncing on his chest. He manages to push himself up so that you’re in his lap, and presses his mouth to yours without warning.

You make a high sound of surprise but quickly kiss him back, licking into his mouth when he parts his lips. 

Your kiss is messy, both of you a little too drunk and a little too needy to bother for tact. Johnny’s softer than he usually is, all tongue and no teeth. You wrap your arms around his neck, shifting so your knees rest on either side of him and squeeze his hips.

“Need you,” he pants into your mouth, shifting you over him to start a slow grind. “Need to be inside you, bonnie.”

“Yeah, please,” you say, quickly dropping your hands to his belt and clumsily working at his belt. It takes several tries for you to get it undone, and both of you get more and more desperate. Your underwear get more and more damp as you work yourself over the rough denim of his jeans, your skirt rucked up around your hips as he palms at your ass.

“Come on,” he growls, landing a harsh slap against the meat of your thigh. You yelp at the sting, then giggle, and finally manage to get his belt loose, quickly tugging it off.

“There you go,” you mumble, throwing the belt to the side and hearing it slide against the hardwood. “C’mon, c’mon, need you now, Johnny.”

He nearly snarls into your mouth, jerking your panties to the side and stuffing two fingers into you with no warning. You jolt higher on your knees and moan, digging your nails into his shoulder.

“Sit still,” he growls, tugging you back down and scissoring his fingers quickly to spread you. He slips a third finger in easily, your cunt already slick and dripping for him. “Stop fuckin’- stop wigglin’ around.”

You can’t help but giggle again, pushing your smile against his lips and nipping at his chin. “Can’t hold me down, MacTavish?”

You feel him grin, growling playfully, and before you can keep prodding him he’s got you flipped onto the floor beneath him. You squeal when he somehow manages to keep his fingers inside of you, pushing deep as he pins you down. He tucks your knees higher, both of your legs resting on his shoulders.

“I’ll show you held down, lass,” he growls, smile just barely visible above you. “Want it rough, then?”

You bite back another laugh, pushing up just enough to bite his bottom lip and tug it down with you. “As rough as you’ve got, MacTavish.”

It works as the perfect taunt you’d meant it as, and he’s buried in your tight heat before you can try and push him any further. Your head falls back against the hardwood floor as his falls to your throat, both of you moaning loudly as his hips meet your thighs.

“Fuck,” he groans, teeth pressed against your throat. When you arch your neck even further, he bites into your flesh, sucking a hicky and making you ever wetter between the thighs. “Fuck.”

“She tight, Johnny?”

You both yelp at the sudden voice, Johnny jolting away from your neck and shifting inside of you, causing you both to melt again.

There, in the corner of the room, is Ghost. He’s smoking a cigarette by the window, illuminated only by the glow of his cigarette butt and the moon. You can’t quite see his expression, but you can just imagine the cocky smirk.

Johnny groans above you, sinking back down to press kisses along your throat and forcing your knees almost to the side of your head. “Scared the shit outta’ me, Ghost,” he sighs, pulling out just enough to give you a few tiny thrusts. You moan, letting yourself relax into the floor.

“Not surprised,” Ghost says, and you watch as he stubs out the cigarette and take a few steps to where the two of you are tangled in each other. “How much did you two have to drink?”

You laugh at the question, but it melts into a moan as Johnny starts to find a rhythm that works for both of you. Your knees nearly knock against your own face as he makes his way across your neck, leaving bruising kisses. 

“Not-” you choke a bit on a particularly rough thrust, just barely managing to keep your eyes open and watch as Simon settles into an armchair. “Not that much.”

“Yeah,” Johnny pants, lifting himself up enough to look down at you. “How-how much’ve you had, L.t.?”

Ghost snorts, taking a swig from a beer bottle you hadn’t noticed before. “Less’n you two, I can tell that much.”

You and Johnny both snicker, half out of breath already, but none of you try and keep speaking as Johnny starts to really fuck into you, finding a perfect rhythm that’s just a little messier than usual, a little jerkier. 

The two of you make no attempt to be quiet, moaning and whining loudly as you work to find that peak. Even with folded in half as you are, you try to push into him as much as you can to help him hit the perfect spot inside of you. 

You nearly scream when he does, clenching down so tightly onto him that he’s forced to a still inside of you, his length throbbing in time with your heartbeat. 

The world blurs around you as Johnny takes your lips again, pressing your tongues together in a slick slide as he batters inside of you.

“Clo-close,” you gasp, clawing down his shoulders. Your nails dig in enough through his shirt to have him moaning, arching further into your touch.

“Me too, bonnie.”

He shifts enough to lean his weight further onto your thighs, newly freed hand smoothing down your chest and stomach to work against your clit. You melt beneath him, muscles going loose as you turn into nothing but a limp doll for him to fuck.

Your eyes squeeze shut as your orgasm starts to overcome you, Johnny’s work against your clit and the hot length inside of you finally shoving you over the edge.

“Fuck- fuck!” Johnny nearly shouts above you, your orgasm triggering his own. You cling tight to him, dragging his body as close to you as possible while your muscles clench down around him. The two of you are nearly drooling in each other’s mouths, eager for as much physical touch as possible.

It feels like an impossible amount of time later when you hear Ghost crouch down next to you, see his shadow cast over both you and Johnny. “You two done, then?”

You feel Johnny huff where he’s leaned against your cheek, feel his smile grow against yours. 

“Yeah, Si,” you say, squirming a bit beneath Johnny to try and get out from under him. “I think we’re done.”

Johnny gans a little but he obliges and shifts back enough for his softened cock to pull out of you. You both whine in sync at the separation, and he finally lets your legs fall to the ground, heels thudding against the floor.

Johnny rolls off of you, flopping to the floor next to you. “Carry us to bed, L.t.”

You giggle and blink up at Simon, softened from your orgasm and the lingering buzz from your night out. “Yeah, L.t.,” you lift your arms high, making grabby hands like a toddler. “Carry us to bed.”

Ghost snorts above you, but he still leans down and scoops you up beneath the knees and the back. You squeal when he hefts you over his shoulder into a fireman's carry. He ducks low again and you grasp onto the bottom of his sweatshirt, then giggle when Johnny flops bonelessly over Ghost’s other shoulder.

He carries the two of you effortlessly down the hall, and Johnny’s soft laugh joins yours - well, at least before you hear a muffled slap and he quiets himself/ Of course that only makes you laugh, earning you a spank of your own.

You’re dropped rather carelessly onto the massive mattress all five of you share these days, hand flopping against what you’re sure is Price’s chest as Ghost falls on top of Johnny where he’s dropped.

You hear a muffled oof! from next to you and curl into Price with a smile, tucking yourself close to his chest. He rumbles a low noise, instinctually tucking you close. You can hear Gaz getting annoyed with Ghost and Soap, feel him kicking at them to fight for his own spot on the mattress. You fall asleep with Ghost’s back to yours and Price’s chest to yours, surrounded by warmth.

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You groan into the sheets in frustration, fists clenched tight. “Simon, come on, please.”

He spanks you sharply, but the pain is hardly noticeable compared to the need you’re drowning in. 

“Quiet,” he grunts, three fingers spreading your ass. “Need to stretch you out properly, don’t want any tears.”

You whine, arching your back and pushing your ass further into the air. “I’m ready, I promise, just need you inside. I’ve been stretched for the last ten minutes!”

“And you’ll get stretched for ten more if you don’t quit complaining.”

It’s almost impossible to bite back a complaint at that, but you manage to dull it down to just a near-painful eye roll. You try your best to stay still for him, stay patient, even as you feel like your pussy is dripping like a faucet.

Ghost has fucked you with far less prep than this, you know he’s just trying to be an asshole - no pun intended. You also know that the more you rush him, the slower he’ll go. So you force yourself a little looser, let your body sink more comfortably into the position he’s got you in.

It doesn’t make the wait any easier.

You’re not sure how long it’s really been when he finally deems you stretched enough, but he finally pulls his fingers free. You whimper at the cold dribble of lube as he spreads a bit more across your stretched hole, the slick sounds echoing in the room telling you he’s likely spreading it across himself too.

“Alright, love,” he says, notching himself at your back hole with both hands on your hips. “Loosen up for me now.”

The stretch is sinful as he finally gives you his cock, enough for you to feel the sting but not at a painful point. Your eyes roll back in pleasure instead of frustration, and your knees shift just a little wider to welcome him more fully into your body.

“Fuck, you feel good<’ he grunts, grip tightening on your hip.

On a normal night with Ghost, you’d expect minimal prep and long rounds of edging. He likes to keep you from coming for as long as possible, then coax an orgasm that feels earthshattering from you when he finally shoves you off that ledge. Either that, or he fucks you quick and dirty - in the yard outside, in the shower, in the middle of the night, really any time he feels like getting off. With you around, there’s no need to masturbate. That leaves you getting bent over and used at any time he feels the slightest urge to get off, but you couldn’t mind less.

Now, though, Ghost paces himself far more slowly than usual. His thrusts are long, bottoming out and pulling back until the head of his cock just barely breaches your hole. If you couldn’t feel the way his hands bruise your hips, you’d almost call his pace leisurely. 

The two of you are near silent as he fucks you, content to fill the air with soft moans and the occasional whine instead of dirty talk. It feels nice, such slow sex with Simon. It’s a side of him he rarely lets you see, even now.

He knows you can’t come from anal alone, and is feeling generous enough to grab one of your hands and shift it down, telling you, “Rub your clit for me, love. Wanna feel you come.”

And, well, who are you to disobey?

You bring yourself to a slow, rolling orgasm with rhythmic circles against your clit, hips working against his even with his grip. You moan more loudly now, moith open and spit spreading across the pillow.

“Si-Simon,” you gasp. “Feels so good, so deep.”

“Yeah? Deep in your ass, huh, love?”

“Mhmm, mhmm. Can hardly br-breathe around you, Si.”

“I know, so big in your little hole. You’re taking me well, though, being such a good girl for me. Gonna - fuck, love - gonna make me come, give you a nice load then plug you up.”

“Yes, yes…”

“You want that? Want to be stuffed with my come? Keep me inside of you ‘til I say you can take the plug out?”

“Yes, I’ll keep it in for you, Si, be so good for you.”

“Oh, I know it, love. Always a good girl for me, most perfect girl… fuck, feel so good around me…”

He groans when he finally gets himself off, pulling you back onto his harsher thrusts and letting your channel squeeze the come from him. You rub your clit a few more times, ignoring the aftershocks in favor of forcing your muscles to milk him a bit.

When he finally pulls out, he tucks a good-sized plug into your loosened hole before any of his come can slip out. You shift from your knees to your stomach with a soft hum, tugging a pillow into your arms as your eyes drift shut.

“You stayin’ in here for a bit?” Ghost asks, brushing some of your hair away from your face and dipping down to press a dry kiss to your cheek.

“Hmm. Gonna take a nap before dinner.”

“Alright. Need any help tonight?”

“No,” you hum, curling deeper into the bedding. “You can set the table, if you really want.”

You hear him laugh as he pulls away, weight shifting off of the mattress. “I’ll leave that to Johnny, I think.”

A few moments later the door click softly shut behind him, and you float into a peaceful slumber while trying to half-plan dinner. 

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You’re half-asleep when you feel someone shift in bed next to you, their body covering yours. There’s a distinct hardness against the small of your back, and you press back against him.

“Stay still,” you hear Gaz whisper in your ear as he urges you further onto your stomach. You hum a little in response as he settles over you, kneeing your thighs apart enough for him to rest between them. “Don’t wanna wake anyone else up, right sweetheart?”

You hum again in what’s probably supposed to be agreement, but is really just a half-asleep sound. You trust all your boys, though, so you’re perfectly content to let Kyle do whatever he wants.

You sleep naked these days, so it’s easy for him to spread your cheeks a bit, to rub at your folds. You’re still a little damp from the shower sex with Price you’d had right before bed, and Kyle doesn’t seem to think you need much more than that.

You’re almost asleep again when you feel the tip of his cock at your hole, and then the familiar weight of him entering you. It’s hard not to groan, especially when you’re so dazed, but you think you do a good job.

Well, until Kyle shushes you loudly, stuffing a few of his fingers into your mouth. 

You make a small offended noise, but it shifts into a sound of pleasure when he sinks fully inside of you.

“Hush. Don’t wanna share you right now, just needed to feel you for a bit.”

You feel his hips shift against yours before he sort of falls to the side, taking you with him. You’re left spooning him, his cock buried deep inside of you and kept warm by your body.

He sighs, pleased, against your back and pulls his fingers from your mouth, letting his hand float down to rest on one of your breasts. He squeezes you for a few moments, but that only works you up more and has you squirming against him.

Kyle makes a small, whining noise and squeezes you more tightly to him. “Stay still, love. Just want to hold you, let you hold me. Go back to sleep, yeah?”

You sigh, debate trying to get him to finish what he started, but ultimately decide that it sounds like far too much work for your current state. 

So instead you let yourself relax into Gaz, body quickly adjusting to the weight and stretch of him. It’s easier than you might’ve thought to doze off like that, held close to Kyle’s chest.

[ “back seat “ ; undertaker x fem!reader smut ]

[ request for @teehopper ]

[ word count ; 932 ]

he stood out of sight from others, behind a red velvet curtain, just peering though, watching on as you interacted with your fans. his signing ended an hour ago, some of the boys had invited him for drinks at the bar opposite the arena, but he declined. he stood there, enamoured with you, you had always been a fan favourite, mainly with the little ones. their smiles beaming as they dragged their parents to your booth, some no older than five years old. asking for pictures and hugs, all of which you happily obliged. he felt his stomach flip with delight, the sight of you with children he always treasured, how gentle and caring you were with them, comforting them while they wept tears of happiness, petting their heads gently as you wrapped them in your warm embrace.

a rush flowed through him. he had always wanted children. he had often wondered how you’d look while pregnant. your skin glowing, belly swollen with his child, it made him want to end your signing early, pulling you backstage and filling your repeatedly with his warmth. he gulped thickly, he could wait a few more minutes, he’d noticed that the line had shortened while he was lost in his fantasy. the next ten minutes were a daze for him, time moving quicker that he initially anticipated, thoughts racing in his mind, he knew you’d make a wonderful mother, he knew you’d look absolutely stunning with a bump, he may not be able to control himself seeing you like that, he didn’t even realise that your signing had ended nor that you were standing right in front of him.

“babe, what’s the matter?” you spoke up, breaking his trance, your finger lightly poking at his hip to gain his attention. he looked down at you, startled, your smaller frame almost completely shadowed by his much larger one. he gulped slightly, his mouth going dry, feeling his heart rate increase with every second.

“do you want kids?" he stated bluntly, taking your hands in his. you were taken aback by his sudden question, taking a few seconds to process it.

“yes of course-“

“we’ll let’s go make some then” he barely gave you anytime to respond, he drags you to the car, eyes full or lustful intent, his cock aching to fill your tight little pussy. he cursed himself fumbling with his keys as he unlocked the car, pulling out of the car park, speeding down the highway to the hotel. you felt a thick pulse in your cunt, never have you seen him so urgent, so needy, his knuckles bone white as they clenched the steering wheel, eyes locked on the road, intensely focused it made your cunt slick with arousal.

“play with your cunt for me princess” he commanded. “i need to hear your moans or else i’m gonna go insane!”

you did as told, slipping out of your shorts, rubbing your already sensitive clit through your panties. gentle moans spilling from your lips. he looked more enraged the longer the car ride felt, you tugged your panties to the side, your cunt in full view of him, you sunk two fingers deep inside your aching hole, pumping yourself roughly, his name spilling from your lips with pleading moans, the lovely sound ringing through his ears.

“fuck it...” he grumbled, pulling off the highway, finding a more secluded area. he turned to you, eyes dark as you painted with need.

“back seat. now” he commanded, stripping himself. you crawled into the backseat, ass teasingly swirling in the air, earning a rough slap from him. you tugged off your jeans, your panties soaked with your cum. he hooked your legs over his shoulders, slamming into you ruthlessly. he lifted up your shirt, plucking your perky nipples between his index fingers and his thumbs, tugging them roughly, pinching and twisting them. he adored the way your tight hole would take his length, having you screaming for more even when he only had the first couple of inches in.

“oh god daddy, you’re so fucking big!” you cried out, your tight pussy stretching around his size, his hand gripping your throat with some force, squeezing lightly as you let your tongue slip past your lips, moaning and panting as he absolutely wrecked you, his thumb teasing your clit just for good measure, swirling and pinching the sensitive bundle of nerves until he had your thighs trembling. your body thrashing around in the back seat, as he pushed his thumb harder against your clit, he cock filling your tight cunt with every thrust.

“my little slut, you’re just begging to be filled with my cum, aren’t you?” he groaned, picking up his speed, leaning down to litter your chest with hickeys, sucking deeply at the skin, marking you with with hues of purple. he hooked his arms under your hips, holding them up, the new angle allowed his cock to sink deeper into you void, pushing his thumb harder to your clit. as you shuddered underneath him.

“yes daddy! please fill my pathetic cunt with your cum!” you cried out, hot tears streaming down your cheeks from the pleasure. his cock absolutely destroying you with thick heavy thrusts. his grunts were signalling his end, hot thick ropes of his cum filling your warmths with feverish moans. the sensation made your toes curl, his hot cum radiating against he walls of your soaked cunt as you squirted around his size.

“baby, you’ll look so fucking hot pregnant with my kid”

Chapter 19: A picnic and a declaration

Nessa starts to wake up to someone playing with her hair. She keeps her eyes closed and snuggles closer taking in the warm spicy scent of his fading cologne, his hand in hers resting by her head on his chest. “Mmm Good morning, Mariposa.” Damian grumbles, feeling the shifting in her breathing showing him she is waking up. Nessa just groans and squeezes her hand. A tender arm wraps around her waist, and lips press against her shoulder, tracing her skin with warm pressure.

“Good morning Bunny.” Rhea mutters and continues to kiss up her opposite shoulder, Damian still playing with her hair.

“Noooo I’m so tiiired!” She whines and hears laughter from the other bed where Finn and Dominik were cuddling, the pair are both snorting at her antics.

“Baby we gave you an extra hour but now we need to get up if we are going to eat before getting to the arena. You still have to train with Asuka, Indi and Zelina and you can’t do that on an empty stomach.” Dominik tries to convince her while snuggling closer to Finn, not proving his point when she finally picks up her head to see no one making moves to get out of bed.

“You first!” Nessa whines trying to snuggle back onto Damian and Rhea, but pouts when they slide out of bed and take the covers off so she can’t get comfortable again. Nessa sits up and crosses her arms, staring at the tan of the hotel wall, pointedly not looking at any of her partners.

“Come on Bunny get dressed so we can go eat and get to the arena.” Rhea gently grabs Nessa’s arm and pulls her off the bed and nudges her towards the bathroom. Nessa instead swerves and goes to her bag, digging out her sports bra, Black Veil Brides tank top and a pair of jeans. She stands there and takes off her night shirt, leaving her breasts exposed.

Nessa pauses as she feels the air in the room shift. She glances around the room to the shocked faces of the boys and Rhea sitting on the edge of the bed, resting her chin on her clasped hands, her smile from ear to ear, a spark of joy in her eyes. Nessa blushes at the attention but continues, sliding her shorts down and stepping out of them, a whistle of appreciation coming from Damian.

She ignores it and shimmies into her pants first, turning her back to them, trying to keep the confidence she had a moment before. The others watch as she continues to get dressed, Domain bites his lip and eyes her up and down before meeting the looks of the others who look touched at how comfortable Nessa is with them and the effort she is putting out for them. “Mariposa, you don’t have to change in front of us. We know how you feel you don’t have anything to prove.” Damian tells her, keeping his distance not wanting to seem imposing on her.

Nessa turns around a shy smile on her face. “Nothing to prove to you, but more so something to prove to myself. I’m comfortable around you all and can do the bing bing.” She starts to explain, and the room breaks out in laughter except for Dominik who only smiles, just happy she isn’t cutting him out anymore. He will gladly take whatever she is willing to give and if she is trying to return to how they were he won't argue that.

“Bing bing?” Finn giggles, as they move to grab their gear, and head toward the hotel door. “I love it.” He promises as Nessa turns a bit red. They head as a group to the breakfast provided to them by the WWE and the hotel’s partnership, before they make their way to the arena - the group is right, Nessa does have three very important female Superstars to meet. ___________________________________________________________________________

Nessa finishes changing into workout gear in the shared locker room as there is a knock at the door. Damian answers it to see Hunter standing there with Pearce. “We want to walk to the ring with Nessa and watch her training, to see how she is progressing. Between us I am hoping to have her ready for a match by Money in the Bank.” Hunter smiles, trying to pass it off as a joke.

“Paul, I haven’t agreed to wrestle but I'm not saying no. That seems too fast, people train for months, years before even getting to this company and that is on the training brand. I haven’t earned it and I don’t want handouts because of Jefe.” Nessa counters.

“Sweetheart I promise it isn’t a handout because of Rey. You are working hard and learning fast. You know the signals to take a move and to counter. You expertly maneuvered someone going off plan and still made sure they didn’t get hurt. If your training continues to progress you can be ready for a small 5 minute match by Money in the Bank, now it might be a predetermined match that you job but you can showcase yourself and what you have learned.” Hunter praises, Adam nodding along in agreement while Nessa looks at them with suspicion. They step out of the way so Nessa can leave the room, she looks back at her people who nod and gesture for her to go. She blows a kiss to them and walks out the doorway, Hunter closing it behind them and standing on one side of Nessa, Adam on the other.

“While we walk to the ring there are some things we need to discuss. First, the allegations against a certain superstar are being deeply investigated. I saw your reaction when his name was brought up, you don’t need to say anything. Just know there is an investigation underway no matter what happens in the Draft. If possible, when you are ready to give me details that would speed it along but I understand if you are unable.” Hunter explains as they walk, Adam clasping his hands in front of himself as they navigate the twists and turns of the arena, nodding to the backstage hands as they go. Nessa stays silent, staring ahead, surprising herself by keeping her composure.

Hunter then clears his throat and continues, “Secondly we wanted to talk about the plans for Backlash. We don’t want you out there for Damian’s match, it is a street fight and anything goes which for now would put you in too much danger to sell appropriately. There will be a bit where Finn and Dominik interfere with members of the LWO, you are to stay in the back and do a Vignette with Rhea to start pushing the story there. At the end you come out to tend to Damian’s ‘injury’. You know how the match ends, your cue will be once all the LWO are in the ring celebrating.” He explains and Nessa nods along, committing it to memory.

“You have two promos that night, one with Rhea and the other alone in medical where Roman corners you about an alliance. We emailed you your script, though Roman doesn't have one, just a gist so play off of him. You have great mic skills and an instinct that can’t be taught” Adam chimes in and Nessa preens at the praise and stands a little straighter as Hunter laughs at her reaction.

“Alright now show us what you can do.” Hunter states, leading her up the steps of the ring and she enters and starts stretching with the others. She can’t help the nerves she feels knowing her boss is ringside watching her train but she soon shoves that thought in the back of her head as they get started, practicing the moves she has learned the past few weeks and adding in a few more.

“Ok you can take normal bumps, throw believable punches, arm drags, DDTs, some counters as well as a new submission that you need to practice. You are picking up the basics quickly. Now I want to see you take a bump from the ropes.” Indi instructs, gesturing towards the corner.

“It’s no different than taking one from where you stand only higher.” Zelina tries to convince Nessa who isn't buying it.

“No it is not no different, if I land wrong I could break my neck.” Nessa harshly whispers not wanting Hunter or Adam to hear her flipping out.

“Just tuck your chin as you do on the mat. You took a beatdown from me and a swinging DDT you can do this. Now sit on the top rope and prepare for me to suplex you. Trust that I won't angle you wrong and remember in a match if I need you to counter I won’t tap your back.” Zelina pumps her up and reminds her. Nessa sighs and nods, getting on the top rope as instructed. Hunter and Adam watch her closely. Zelina smacks Nessa’s back as the signal to give a little jump to assist in the suplex and they land on the mat. Nessa momentarily clutches her back and arches off the mat before turning over and forcing herself to get up and grapple with Zelina who gains the upper hand and twists Nessa's arm behind her back.

Nessa groans at the straining in her shoulder but goes to her knees and sweeps Zelina’s leg out from under her and locks in a reverse figure four leg lock. Hunter steps back, looking in the ring proudly, recording a secret video as she has a mock match with Zelina. Asuka, and Indi yelling directions. They continue like that until Hunter calls for them to quit and go get ready for the show.

Raw May 1 2023 The Draft Day 2

With the show underway Triple H began announcing the rules of the Draft. The various members of the Judgement Day are in catering, Nessa on Dominik’s lap and playing with one of his hands while the other alternates between feeding Nessa and feeding himself, careful to not get any food on their outfits. Nessa wears a cut up pair of pants and a Judgment Day shirt with the others' faces on it, tied right under her bust. Rhea is sat next to them, wearing her ring gear, Nessa’s feet resting on her thighs across the bench. Finn and Damian sitting across from them.

Finn keeps glancing over his shoulder at the TV, to make sure they don’t miss their Cue. Nessa watches the TV as well, smiling when Hunter announces Rhea as the Number 1 Draft Pick. Collectively they aren't surprised, having known that in advance but Rhea still blushes. She has come a long way in the company. Nessa lets go of Dominik’s hand and grabs Rhea’s hand, giving it a soft squeeze in support. Nessa and Rhea look lovingly at each other, the group just happy in their little bubble.

They are brought back to the real world by four people joining them at the table filling all the empty seats. Nessa looks around to see Jimmy sitting next to Finn and Jey sitting next to Damian, Paul joining Dominik and Roman next to Rhea. The twins begin shoveling food like it is normal while Dominik sits there confused as well as the rest of the Judgment Day. Nessa doesn’t look surprised, having learned from her multiple interactions with them once they claim you it sticks and they all but claimed her when she did their checkups.

“Hiya Roman, Jimmy, Jey… Paul… Nice of you to join us.” Nessa welcomes them to their table, the only one that shocked her was Paul joining them. She has only met him in passing a few times. She is even more shocked when he starts talking to her. So shocked she doesn’t eat what Dominik is offering to her off their shared plate.

“Nessa, it is so nice to finally be able to sit down and meet you properly and have a talk.” He begins.

“It's an honor to properly meet you. I remember seeing you a lot as a kid, loved ECW by the way and when you ran Smackdown.” She praises, still eyeing him as he smiles at her. She notes it is different, a softer smile, more fatherly.

“That is high praise coming from you. I wanted to offer my services, if you need any advice, anything in general come find me or give me a call.” He offers, and Nessa quirks her head to the side confused and Dominik pulls her tighter against his chest. The other members of Judgment Day are going on the defensive.

The others at the table try to diffuse the confusion and distrust. “Hey man it’s nothing like that. I just see immense talent and potential in her and see the future of this company. You know how it goes.” Paul defends himself.

Roman speaks up after eating another bite of food, not worried at all about the newfound tension in the table. “It's also a favor to me and to him. They are both Jews and he wants to make sure she succeeds and as a favor to me since we claim her as one of ours.” He shrugs, Jimmy and Jey nodding along.

“Yeah man, he offered the same to Dom and Char and many others when they first started.” Jimmy explains before letting out a string of expletives as Roman kicks him hard under the table.

“Hey stop kicking each other for fucks sake first them now you. Children behave, I swear you will be the death of me, is that what you want?” Nessa wags her finger at them making Paul laugh as Roman and the twins look down muttering apologies. Damian hides his smirk behind his bottle of water as he takes a sip, glad it isn’t directed towards him that time.

“You are going to keep this whole locker room in line, I see it now. Running things behind the scenes and keeping the peace. The first piece of advice. Go meet more people in the locker room. Spend time in the communal locker room. Get to know them, don't just stay in your bubble.” Paul advises before getting up. “Gentleman and Rhea.” He nods to the others and turns to walk away.

“Roman what the fuck was that about?” Nessa raises her eyebrows and Roman smirks and shakes his head.

“What I told you. You work hard and it hasn’t gone unnoticed. You are young and beautiful and have the potential to be the best of the best and we want to see that for you.” Roman offers.

“Yeah Uce, even if you don’t want to perform, we haven’t been feeling this good or trusting the medical team like this for a while. You genuinely care, it's not just a job to you so whatever you want to do you got our support.” Jey promises, winking at Nessa and gets up, Jimmy doing the same. Roman stays put and just continues talking with Nessa and the rest of the group until a stage hand comes and gives them a 10 minute warning to get to Gorilla.

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Nessa stands between Damian and Finn on the dark ramp, Rhea next to Finn and Dominik ending the line as smoke billows at their feet on the dark ramp. They look up as the lights focus on them. Damian nods a long to the beat doing his thing as they start making their way down the ramp. Damian offers Nessa his elbow and she takes it with a smile, the crowd a mix of cheers and boos. As they make their way down the ramp Finn takes a step back allowing Rhea to step in front of him so she is in step with Damian and Nessa and he is next to Dominik for a moment, knocking their wrists together before all five of them line up at the bottom of the ramp, each of them smirking and looking around.

Finn bumps his fist against Damians in front of Nessa who steps into Damian’s open arm. He wraps his arm around her shoulder and guides her down one side of the ring where people cheer for them. Nessa surprises herself and doesn’t blush, staying in character and ignoring the cheers as she follows Damian up the stairs and steps between the ropes he and Finn hold open for her. The two men follow her into the ring and quickly cross it as Rhea jumps on the apron and poses behind Dominik. Finn and Nessa lean against the ropes as Damian climbs it and does his archer pose, cameras flashing grabbing the moment in time. Once everyone is in the ring they all get a microphone. Nessa is leaning against Rhea’s shoulder that houses the title as Damian begins to speak loudly into the mic, the deepness of his voice sends shivers down Neessa’s spine and she swallowed thickly,

“All rise to the Judgment Day staying united right here on Monday Night RAW, and all rise for tonight's First Draft Pick, Your Champion,” He gestures to Rhea and Nessa steps aside as Dominik shines Rheas title belt and Nessa steps next to Damian and he continues “Our Champion Rhea Ripley!” He introduces and Rhea preens and sticks out her tongue for a moment.

Damian pulls Nessa possessively against him and steps back as Rhea raises the mic to her mouth and laughs into the mic. “I mean was there really any doubt who the First Draft Pick would be, Huh?” She turns towards Dominik and Nessa bites the inside of her cheek to prepare for the out of pocket thing Rhea is sure to say next. “Mami’s always on top.” Dominik can’t control his face, Finn starts laughing and Damian pinches his nose to try to not break but is unsuccessful. Nessa smirks and nods like she is agreeing with Rhea as Damian tries to turn his face away from the cameras to collect himself. Rhea continues like she didn’t just say something that could get them fined.

“And you guys thought that you could get rid of us that easily, nuh-uh. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. The Judgement Day, we run Monday Night RAW.” Nessa applauds and responds “That’s Right” before Rhea continues, “And this Saturday at Backlash Zelina Vega is going to regret everything she has done to Nessa and to me on Smackdown when I pretzel her and remind everyone exactly why I am the most dominant champion here in the WWE.” She holds up her title, the rest of the Judgment Day clapping and sounding off in agreement.

Finn walks in front of Rhea and begins his part, “Yeah that’s right, Rhea is going to roll Zelina up like a hot snot and flicker, and I got some news for Bad Bunny because my man Damian,” He turns first to Dom then to Damian, temporarily forgetting their placement. Nessa places a hand on Damian’s chest as Finn continues, “Is going to tear Bad Bunny apart, and leave little fluffy pieces of him all over Puerto Rico. Maybe he’ll learn to keep his mouth shut about our little Nessa.” He gestures to her as the others mock Bad Bunny. “Tell ‘em Damian!” Finn steps to the side as Damian steps forward. Rhea pulls Nessa back to stand between her and Dominik. Rhea resting her arm on Nessa’s shoulder and leaning on her while Dominik wraps his arm around Nessa’s waist.

“Bad Bunny, I want you to listen to my words very carefully, Because I choose them very very carefully.” Damian rapidly goes off in Spanish, clearly upset and Nessa can't keep up to even understand. He realizes how rapidly he was speaking and takes a deep breath apologizing to them and continues talking, “Sé que eres una superestrella de la música, pero este es mi mundo. Igual de niño ganaste una lucha, pero estás equivocado. Has engañado a todos tus fans. Ellos piensan que puedes ganar. En Puerto Rico, te voy a dar duro. And Bad Bunny, Benito, at Backlash you will receive your punishment. I warned you about disrespecting my woman and getting involved in Judgment Day business.” Damian pulls Nessa to him again, by the back of the neck and capturing her lips in a searing kiss that she has to remind herself to keep it PG. Mercifully he breaks the kiss, pulling her to his chest possessively, playing up his character.

Dominik raises the mic to his lips as Damian and Nessa take a step back to allow him room. “I can’t…” He is cut off by the roaring boos of the crowd and his hand drops to his side. All of them turn around looking annoyed, Rhea yelling at the crowd to shut up then turning to Dominik telling him to not worry about it.

Finn speaks up into the mic in defense of Dominik, “Hey, let him speak!” The crowd roars more to where they struggle to hear each other as FInn continues, “Dom pay them no mind!”

Dominik looks around and raises the mic again to try to speak, “I cant..” The crowd gets even louder and it makes Nessa’s ears ring. She takes the moment to raise the mic to her mouth and the crowd quiets down interested in what she has to say.

“I have forgiven Dom his sins against me, he has proven to me he has earned it and The Judgment Day has welcomed me with opened arms, and I met my new man, Mi Rey,” Nessa’s ears twitch at calling Damian what she typically reserves for Dom but she continues without pausing, her hand resting on Damians chest “Let me put the rumors to bed. He doesn’t lay a hand on me that I don’t allow, any mark is something I’ve allowed and even asked for. Damian is a bad guy but he knows how to treat a woman right.” Nessa smirks and pauses listening to the crowd cheer at the obvious implications. After a moment of taking in the cheers she adds on “And you all need to let Dom Dom speak and show him some respect!” She has to yell into the mic, the crowd switching from cheers to the nuclear level heat that Dom can’t seem to shake.

Dom tries to speak again only for the crowd to start chanting you suck over and over again. “I can’t wait until Mami and Priest dominate at Backlash!!!” He yells into the mic trying to be heard the crowd still chanting "you suck” and booing. Dominik repeats again and continues “And until the Judgment Day dominates Santos, Zelina and my dead beat dad in a six man tag match and since the LWO got drafted to SmackDown, looks like this is the last night I get to embarrass my dad along with his loser friends in the LWO who want to lay hands on Mamita who has done nothing wrong and who has graciously supported me against my deadbeat dad who also laid hands on her. He wants to accuse Priest of abuse when he bruised her wrist the other week. They can run and hide on Smackdown.” Dominik yells into the mic.

He goes to add more but Rey Mysterio’s music comes on and out he comes with Santos and Zelina by his side and a mic in his hand, he raises it to his mouth to respond to Dominik, “Dom, no one is running or hiding anywhere. I did not mean to bruise mi hija Nessa.”

Nessa cuts him off, “Then you should understand this,” She gestures between Damian and herself.

Rey continues on like she didn’t buy in. “We were selected by SmackDown to compete Friday nights.Thats how the draft works, But I’m glad, I’m glad we’re not going to be on the same brand, because if you thought getting whooped at WrestleMania with the belt was bad,” he begins to point at Dominik, “Next time I would have busted out la chancla,” Zelina and Santos begin clapping while Nessa rolls her eyes and whispers into Damian’s ear where others can read her lips, “I’d like to see him try.” Rey sees this and turns his attention to her, “And nessa you aren’t excluded. I may be worried for your safety but you need to leave them and do the right thing. You are going down a dark path.”

Damian steps in front of her cutting him off, “You don’t get to talk to her or about her, do it again and I’ll end you.” He threatens. Zelina and Santos fake being scared, though there is a glint in Zelina’s eyes that gives her true feelings away.

Rey waves off the threat and continues, pointing to Zelina. “And I can’t wait to see Zelina leave Puerto Rico with Rhea’s championship around her waist.”

“Not a chance” Finn yells out, Nessa waves her arms in a no way fashion.

Rey doesn’t stop talking which is beginning to annoy Nessa, the match is supposed to start soon and he is going to make it late. “And I am looking forward to watching Bad Bunny romper de toda la cara Priest and anybody else from Judgment Day who is stupid enough to get in Bunny’s way at Backlash. Nessa you’ve been through enough I would hope you aren't that stupid to get involved in the men's business, then again you put yourself in the situation you are in…” Rey shakes his head to reorient himself, he got off track and immediately felt guilty at the look on Nessa’s face, like he himself hurt her. (break Priest’s face)

Damian and Dominik go off yelling at Rey for that comment, spouting threats, their microphones discarded so their curses wouldn’t be picked up, while Finn and Rhea momentarily check on Nessa who waves them off. She can handle Rey when the time is right.

“But before all that, the Judgment Day is going to get smacked right now by the LWO!” The crowd cheers as Rey’s music kicks back on and they approach the ring. Damian holds open the ropes for Nessa who quickly exits so she doesn’t have to be in the ring when Rey enters. She takes her place by the steel steps as Damian takes off his jacket and hands it to her. She slides it under the ring for safe keeping, wanting to keep her hands free incase she is needed for this match.

Finn takes his spot next to her as Rhea and Damian stand on the apron, Dominik in the ring to start the match, Rey starting it on his side, staring down Dominik. Disappointment evident in his eyes. Rhea smirks, reaching forward and tapping his chest to tag herself in. She enters the ring like a predator, her eyes on Rey her prey. Nessa can’t hear the taunts Rhea is giving but cheers her on all the same when she pushes Rey’s head. Rey turns around and Zelina is in the ring, he picks her up for leverage so Zelina can wrap her legs around Rhea’s head and take her down. Rhea flips onto the mat. Rhea quickly recovers and gets up, swinging at Zelina who dodges it.

However, Zelina can’t dodge Rhea’s kick, and she falls to the mat. Rhea turns momentarily to talk back to threaten Rey before focusing back on Zelina and going for the riptide. Zelina counters it to attempt to hit the DDT but the strength of Rhea is able to stop her, holding them in that position and Lifting Zelina up. Zelina begins to kick down with her knees connecting one to Rhea’s head making Rhea lose her grip and Zelina breaks out of the hold. They turn to face each other, Finn keeping a protective hand on Nessa’s shoulder to pull her out of potential harm if needed. Zelina drops down as they grapple, making Rhea hit her head on Zelinas and rapidly back up into their corner.

Damian immediately tags in, with Santos switching out for Zelina. Both of them rush into the ring, Damian hitting Santos with his knee making him double over. Damian then whips Santos into the ropes, he bounces off and dodges Damian’s swing, bouncing off the ropes on the other side for momentum and lands a punch, both of them momentarily fall to the mat. They both get up quickly, going to separate corners. Damian stays in the corner and takes the hit from Santos and stumbles out of the corner. Nessa slaps the mat annoyed but she is aware that he agreed to take some hits in this match but the end is not determined due to the personal drama going on. Doesn’t mean she has to like it. She gets more frustrated as Santos gains control. She glances at the corner where Rey and Zelina are, seeing Rey staring at her and Finn, his eyes narrow before returning his focus to the match where Damian had knocked Santos to the ground.

Damian then turns around and swings full force at Rey knocking him on the apron. Rey grabs his head where Damian made contact, the ref ordering Damian back. Damian looks at Zelina who looks legitimately scared and backs up. Nessa makes note to talk to her later to see how much of that was acting. Damian goes to the ropes and jumps up for Santos to counter, kicking Damian in the ribs. Damian goes to the floor and rolls out of the ring trying to collect himself. Dominik gets in the ring attempting to get a cheap shot but Santos counters it, picking him up and slamming him on his knee before tagging Rey in who jumps off the apron onto Damian knocking him back to the ground.

Rhea jumps off the apron and stands protectively in front of Nessa and Dom who is on the floor crawling backward, Finn pulls her behind him as Rey storms over toward them. Rhea points and yells for Rey to get back. Rey glances in the ring to see Zelina getting on Santos's shoulders and he slides in to pose in front of them, showing the “dominance” of the LWO. They pose for a moment and Damian gets back in the ring, Rey and Zelina returning to their corner as Santos and Damian continue the match. Damian is in control as he slams his body into Santos’s and Nessa cheers him on, “Come on Papi, break him!!!”

Damian smiles and points to Nessa, bouncing off the rope, only for Santos to counter and drop kick him. Nessa grimaces and Finn gives her shoulder a comforting squeeze. They watch as Damian tags in Dominik and Santos tags in Rey. Rey immediately has the upperhand, throwing Dominik around, getting him in a corner and climbing the ropes and punching Dom repeatedly. Dom is able to slide out from under Rey and turn the tables, pulling him off the turnbuckles and flinging him towards the rope, bending over to hopefully flip Rey but Rey catches himself and kicks Dominik and regains control ending in the first pin of the match Rhea immediately gets in the ring and breaks the pin at two. Zelina gets in to defend Rey only for Rhea to drop her with a single punch to the head. Rhea turns and looks at Rey, Nessa sees the gears turning behind her eyes.

Rhea picks Rey up, slinging him over her shoulder and lifting him up above her head. Nessa looks on in awe at how strong her girlfriend is, and finds herself thinking just how much she wouldn’t mind if Rhea would throw her over her shoulder. “Focus A Chroí,” Finn whispers in her ear before stepping back and walking around to stand on the opposite side of the stairs. Rhea is right in front of the ropes and doesn’t see Zelina go to deliver a 619, connecting to Rhea’s midsection making her drop Rey, Rhea goes to swing on Zelina who drops down holding the top rope sending Rhea over and out landing on the ground. FInn checks on Rhea, helping her up and back onto the apron as Rey drops Dominik who turns and tags Damian in.

Damian gets in and goes to spear Rey but he quickly moves out of the way making Damian slam his shoulder into the post. “Damian stop doing that stupid shit every match you and Mami do that and it happens!” Nessa yells, giving a dose of tough love the camera catches, Nessa slamming her hand to the mat. Rey dropkicks Damian onto the ropes to set up the 619. As Rey goes to bounce off the ropes, Finn jumps up on the apron to distract the ref as Nessa grabs Rey’s ankles making him fall to the floor. Santos gets in the ring and runs over diving out of the ring, Dominik pushing Nessa out of the way and into Finn’s arms who gets her set back on her feet and brushes imaginary dirt off her shoulder.

Rhea dropkicks Santos who got back up after knocking Dominik down but Zelina gets up on the apron and jumps on Rhea landing the Meteora. Rey looks over to see three people on the ground. Damian uses that distraction to get Rey into position for the Razor's Edge, only for Rey to wiggle out of it and knock Damian back into the ropes, setting up another 619. Rey goes to connect the 619 but Nessa jumps up onto the apron taking the hit and falls off the apron into Rhea’s waiting arms. “Are you ok Mamita?” Rhea asks. Nessa nods her head gripping it from the dull ache that is now there, and Rhea gently sets her down, Finn taking her into his arms and rubbing the back of her neck where Rey connected the move.

Rey looks to them remorseful, he didn’t plan that, it wasn’t supposed to happen. Damian capitalizes on that and grabs Rey by the neck, lifting him up and throwing him down on the other side of the ropes on the mat, landing the south of heaven and covering Rey for the win. Dominik is in Rhea’s arms celebrating the win. Finn helps Nessa up on the apron and jumps up there, holding the ropes open for her to get in the ring so they can all celebrate the win. Once they are all in the ring they stand side by side, Nessa between Damian and Rhea, Finn and Dominik on the ends holding up each other's hands. ______________________________________________________________________

They get backstage and someone hands an ice pack to Damian who immediately tries to put it on Nessa’s Neck. She flinches away from it and shimmies in between Rhea and Dom, resting her head against Rhea's arm. Rhea gently ruffles Nessa’s hair. Nessa isn’t shocked when she sees Adam Pearce storming up to them. “Hunter's office now. We need to discuss your breach of contract.” Adam orders, his face serious.

Nessa deflates and goes to follow him to the office, her head hung low, her partners following close behind. Not wanting her to be alone now even more with who was drafted to RAW. They reach the office and Adam holds the door open allowing Nessa to step in, the others go to follow but Adam stops them and closes the door in their face. Nessa see’s Hunter behind the desk pinching the bridge of his nose. “Sit down Miss Klein.” Adam suggests, gesturing to the seat and he himself takes a seat on the edge of Hunter's desk.

“What possessed you to take that hit, that was meant for Finn, your contract stipulates both parties have to agree. No one did and I was not aware. Do you realize how incredibly dangerous that was for both you and him. I know you have beef with him and I understand it but out there you have to keep to the plan, especially keep to your contract. As this is your first offense on your end I won’t fine you.” Hunter signs and leans back seeing the look on Nessa’s face. He continues, his voice softer this time, less like he was chiding her and more like he was concern, “That being said I am sorry that someone you are uncomfortable being near was drafted to this brand. I saw your reaction last week when his name came up and clearly there is history there. Now I am not going to ask for specifics if you don’t want to give it. Just a yes or no answer. Are you one of his victims?” Hunter asks and Nessa lets out a shaky breath and nods her head, blinking back the tears that are pricking at her eyes.

“That's all I need for now on that. Keep one of your partners with you at all times at events for your safety, if not one of them let me know and I’ll send a guard. If something happens you let me know immediately. Now go back and ice your neck. We don't want more bruises there. And for the love of god don’t deviate like that again or I will fine you. I am tired of seeing you in my office every week at this point.” Hunter jokes as Nessa gets up to leave, a soft smile on her face. She opens the door to see her partners looking at her worried, she steps out and into Damian’s waiting arms. She jumps as he places the icepack on her neck.

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Damian unlocks the hotel room and steps aside letting the women enter first and the boys follow in carrying in the bags, dropping them just inside the door. Nessa shuffles to a chair by the bed and plops down placing the ice pack back on her neck, waiting for the verbal lashing she is sure to come. She sees the tension in their bodies, all except for Rhea who looks at her with understanding. “Go easy on her, she made a call and it worked and she is ok. I’m going to shower.” Rhea orders the group and disappears into the bathroom. The others wait until the water starts, Nessa still sitting there staring at the ground unable to meet their gazes. She hears someone clear their throat and she knows it is Damian.

“We aren’t angry Mariposa, but you can’t go off script like that, it is dangerous. You could have seriously gotten hurt.” Damian kneels in front of Nessa grabbing her hand.

Finn steps to the side of the chair and gently takes the ice pack from her and inspects her neck. “There isn’t a bruise that we haven't put there. It will probably just be tender for a few days. We will keep an eye on that.” He announces to the room and bends over placing a gentle kiss to Nessa’s cold neck. “You know that was meant for me A chroí why did you do that?” He asks, stepping around so Nessa can Look at him, Dominik stands behind the others with a fresh bag of twizzlers.

“Because you weren’t at your mark and I wanted you guys to win since Rey made the match late. That gave the distraction needed. He deserved that South of Heaven which was harder than I have seen you do that.” Nessa answers, blinking at Damian at the end.

The corners of his lips turn up unable to keep a serious face at how cute Nessa was being. “Well he hurt you… again… I had to make him pay and get some retribution for Dom.” He smiles, resting his hand on her cheek.

“I had no problem with it. You’ve been training harder than some of the others on the roster. Plus to see the look on his face was great!” Dominik chuckles and hands over a Twizzler.

Nessa immediately grabs it and takes a bite. “I’ll be more careful in the future and follow my contract. Honestly I'm surprised he didn’t fine me.” Nessa shrugs, taking another bite.

“Well I think that could be a few things dear, I was off my mark, and it worked in the story. Also the fans loved it. Brock gets away with a lot though I do not want you working with him ever.” Finn comments, the rest making noises of agreement.

“Go sit on the bed Princesa, I’ll give you a massage before you go shower after Mami, release that tension in your neck and shoulders.” Dominik gets on one of the beds, his back against the headboard patting the spot between his legs. Damian stands up to get out of Nessa’s way.

“And after we go straight to bed. We have a flight first thing in the morning, we start our lead up to Backlash appearances this week.” Damian announces to the room, Nessa yawning and nodding her head as Dominik tends to her sore muscles.

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Wednesday May 3 Puerto Rico

Nessa sits between Damian and Dominik in the back seat of the Suv rental, her leg bouncing up and down rapidly. Sometimes it is hard for Nessa to accept the whirlwind that her life has become. Especially when she’s treated like a SuperStar. This was shaping up to be one of those times.

“Mariposa, why are you nervous? We are going to see sick kids and their families to cheer them up.” Damian places a warm gentle hand on her knee to stop it bouncing. Nessa instead begins to chew on her nails but Dominik grabs her hand and stops that as well. She sighs and squeezes Dominik’s hand.

“Are you sure I'm welcome?” She asks a little softly.

“Of course you are, Nes.” Dominik promises.

“But, this was initially booked for just you guys. I’m a tag along. I’m nothing, nobody.” Nessa frets, tugging at her shirt, and winding herself up more.

Damian sighs and leans over kissing the top of her head, “Aye mariposa, you are anything but a nothing and nobody. You are a kind soul, a nurse who wants to help people and who works hard. You won the hearts of the fans already if you can’t tell they only boo you when you mention Dom. They love you like we… we care deeply for you so don’t tear yourself down, ever.” Damian catches himself, knowing it might be too soon for that type of declaration.

Damian has no problem with her telling Dominik she loves him, they have history but they have only known each other for a month and been together less than that. He doesn’t want to scare her away. He relaxes as she leans against him. He wraps his arm around her shoulder and they relax that way for the rest of the ride to the hospital.

Nessa settled a little bit, but still wasn’t sure this was a good idea. Dominik knew that, so he took her hand and kissed her knuckles, “Children love you, Mariposa. This is perfect for you, you will bring smiles to all their faces.” Nessa nods her head still unsure.

“It could be like when I was on the Peds ward. Do you think any of them want to see me?” She asks as the car makes another turn making her lean harder against Damian. They both chuckle at how cute the question is.

“Of course they do, some of them might even try to make you and Dom get back together” Damian jokes, tickling the part of Nessa’s side he can reach. She whines and wiggles, unable to get away from the assault.

“Damian stop please” She manages in between involuntary giggles. Damian to his credit stops and wraps his arms around her as much as he can in the limited space. Nessa smiles up at him to show she isn’t upset with him and places a gentle kiss to his jaw which relaxes the affection. The rest of the ride to the hospital is made in comfortable silence, music from the radio filling it. _________________________________________________________________________

They arrive at the hospital and split up, each having their own assignments and rooms to visit. Nessa is secretly relieved that she is paired with Damian and Zelina. She may have forgiven Dominik but being around the children and him might make her waver and give in faster than she planned.

“Ok so we have these rooms to visit and after this we go to the outreach center to play basketball with the kids there.” Zelina hands the lists to Damian and Nessa, and reminds them they are riding with her back from the hospital since they have separate engagements from the rest of their partners.

“Ok, uh if I have issues will you help me translate.” Nessa quietly asks the others as one of the Nurses leads them to the first room. Damian and Zelina quietly agree as they enter and the little girl in the bed's eyes light up, focused solely on Nessa. Damian watches as a switch flips in Nessa’s head and all tension falls from her body and she approaches the bed. Damian stays close to help her translate. He watches in awe as Nessa converses with the kid in broken Spanish but she is clearly trying.

“She is catching on fast.” Zelina praises, Damian goes to respond but pauses when he hears the kid loudly whisper to Nessa,

“Sé que la lucha libre es falsa, pero ¿de verdad estás con Damian, es tu novio? Nessa blushes and nods her head, (I know wrestling is false, but are you really with Damian, is he your boyfriend?)

“Ah, sí, es mi novio y me gusta mucho. Me trata muy bien.” (Ah, yes he is my boyfriend and he treats me well) Nessa stutters trying to remember the simple words. Damian chuckles and steps closer to her, grabbing her hand and gently tapping his forehead to hers since they are wearing a mask. The kid smirks and responds, “Bueno, es mi favorito y creo que deberías casarte.” (good he is my favorite and I think you should get married). Zelina snorts and Damian laughs, his chest shaking jostling Nessa from their closeness.

Nessa relaxes by the time they are in the second to last room to visit, like she has been doing this her whole life. As soon as they walk into the room the kid is in the bed, looking healthier than the others they saw. A young girl around 12 waves at them excitedly. The three of them step closer to the bed conversing with her, learning her name, Angelina. Angelina excitedly talks to them, so fast Nessa can’t understand. Thankfully Damian translates for her, whispering in her ear. “She thinks you are pretty and wants to be like you when she grows up. A nurse. And she said if you are with me can she have Dominik?”

“Maybe when you are a bit older, sweetheart, but then I think you’d have to fight Mami for him.” Nessa responds in English, Damian translating for her. Angelina answers in English, her accent thick and adorable.

“For him, I’d fight God.”

Nessa and Damian laugh, sharing a knowing look. Both of them feel the same way about him. Nessa’s attention is grabbed by Angelina’s mom calling her name, gently rocking a baby in one arm and gesturing for her to come over with the other. Nessa smiles, her eyes crinkling above her mask and goes over there. She is shocked when the woman shoves the baby in her arms and pulls out a phone to take a picture, talking a mile a minute. Nessa coos at the baby, adjusting so it is safely in one arm, letting it play with her fingers. She is so engrossed with the baby, she doesn’t notice or care that the wwe camera crew focuses on her holding the baby for the promo. She doesn’t notice Zelina nudging Damian who looks over and melts. He can see in that moment the future he wishes to have with her and the others. Children running all around them, being all of theirs. He is pulled out of his little dream of the future by Zelina nudging him again.

“She looks good holding a baby doesn't she?” Zelina winks and Damian rolls his eyes in response, unable to help the blush that creeps up his neck, Angelina in the hospital bed giggling maniacally thinking she is in on some secret that Damian doesn't have the heart to correct.

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Thursday May 4th Puerto Rico

Nessa is lounging on the blanket laid out on the beach, enjoying the shade under the umbrella. Leaning against Finn's chest as Damian cuts his promo. Dom laying out as well, his head on Rhea’s lap, Rhea playing with his hair. “Lean forward sweetheart, I’ll put some more sunblock on your back. We don’t want you to burn Mo Mhuirnin.” Finn gently suggests and gently pushes Nessa forward. Dom looks up to Rhea and she nods, bending down and giving him a kiss before he gets up with a grunt and runs off disappearing from view. Nessa looks at the remaining two with confusion.

“He’s just running back to the car, he forgot something, Bunny. Sit back and relax. Damian will be joining us soon and we can have fun for the rest of the day.” Rhea explains and leans back on her forearms. Nessa can’t help but stare at the marvel that is Rhea’s body, the way her muscles flex and the way she looks in that tiny black bikini. Finn laughs and pulls Nessa back to their previous position, wrapping his arms around her waist. She wiggles to get comfortable and grabs her phone from the blanket and resumes reading her story. Looking back up when Damian jogs back toward them and plops down between Rhea, Finn and Nessa and shakes his wet hair making Nessa squeal and turn closer to Finn and Rhea jokingly smacking Damians chest. Damian's booming laugh fills the space while Nessa sticks her tongue out at him.

“I was just getting to a good part, you jerk!” Nessa complains dropping her phone between her legs and crosses her arms. Damian continues to laugh and just gently pulls Nessa off Finn's lap and onto his. Finn grabs her phone to check what she was reading, his eyes scanned the text, immediately dropping it as he realizes that one, it’s fanfiction, and two is Ava and Dominik fanfiction, he immediately picks it back up to scan, the writing is really good, carefully he sends the link to himself, Family Roots is something he’s curious about now.

“I’m sorry Mariposa, you all just looked so hot and thought you needed to cool down.” He winks to Finn and squeezes Nessa’s side. Nessa yelps and tries to get off his lap but it is useless. “Come on baby, I’ve barely seen you all morning because of my promos, let me have a little Nessa time.” He begs and the fight goes out of Nessa. She doesn’t respond verbally, only grabs one of his hands and brings it up to her lips for a little kiss. Dominik finally returns with a picnic basket in one hand and a shopping bag in the other. Through the bag she can see a bag of twizzlers and a pack of oreos.

“Oh what’s this Dom?” Nessa asks as he sets the picnic basket down as well as the bag of snacks. Rhea leans over, her shoulder against Damian’s arm as Dom takes a seat between her legs like Nessa is with Damian.

“Remember the other day when we woke you up and you said you were dreaming about a picnic on the beach? Well here we are on a beach and we are going to have a picnic. All of us, since tomorrow, we have a busy day between the press conference and Smackdown.” Rhea explains and leans forward flipping open the lid to the basket and pulling out the bowl of mixed fruit she knows Nessa loves. Damian has already ripped into the packet of Oreos and offered Nessa one. She bites into it allowing the cookie to crumble onto her lap and Damian pouts at the waste of cookie.

“You have a habit of wasting these cookies. They are my favorite if you didn’t know.” He kisses her cheek and puts the remnants of the cookie in his mouth.

“Well I know you like them, didn't know they were your favorite. I’ll keep that in mind.” She smiles taking a bite of the piece of cantaloupe Rhea offered her. Nessa grabs a Twizzler and feeds it to Dominik. Damian switched between eating his oreos and feeding the others. All of them feeding each other in a moment of contentment and domesticity.

“Thank you guys for this. You don’t know how much this means…” Nessa sniffs and Damian squeezes his arms around her waist, Finn flicking a grape at her to keep her from crying.

“Of course Mi Vida, you’ve been working so hard and have given up so much and have been so gracious to us. You deserve a little piece of heaven.” Dominik explains, reaching over and resting a hand on her thigh. Damian adds on, “You made Dom’s dream come true and we wanted to make one of yours come true… that we could” Damian kisses Nessa’s shoulder as her breath catches in her throat at how sweet they are.

“Well what dreams can I make come true for you guys besides Dom?” Nessa asks them.

They all go quiet for a minute thinking, “Could we think on that and get back to you Bunny, we can’t really come up with something right now. Just having you with us is a dream come true.” Rhea reaches over and plays with Nessa’s hair.

The food and snacks had been devoured, conversation flowing smoothly. Sometimes words do not even need to be said, just content in each other's company. Nessa begins to yawn and checks the time only seeing it be a few minutes past four. “I think I need a naaaap…” Nessa yawns again, Rhea begins to get up to pack things up but Nessa speaks up stopping her, “No guys, stay and relax and continue having fun. The rest of the weekend is going to be crazy and hectic. I’m just not used to traveling so much and my body is telling me I need to be unconscious for a few hours. Nothing serious. I insist stay.” Damian lets her stand up and gets up himself, brushing off the bits of sand off his shorts.

“I’ll take you back to the hotel. You aren't familiar with the area and can’t really speak Spanish. I’ll come back once you are settled if you are ok with that?” Damian offers the compromise and holds out his hand for her to grab.

“Take the car. if you aren't back by dinner we will catch a ride from some of the others that are still here.” Finn tosses Damian the keys, Dominik winking at Damian who flips him off at the implication. He regrets telling them about what happened at the hospital. Should have kept that to himself for a while longer, and enjoyed that little fantasy… but no he wanted to bring that up with his partners who won’t let him live it down. At least now there is another thing he has in common with Dominik. He finds himself thinking as he walks Nessa to the car and drives back to the hotel. He notices Nessa is a little more awake and alert than she was on the beach. He glances over at her momentarily enjoying the way the seatbelt is nestled between her breasts and finds himself wishing that is where his head would be and swallows thickly to control his thoughts so as to focus on the drive, his shorts uncomfortably tight for the majority of the drive back to the hotel. Nessa seemingly none the wiser.

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Back at the hotel Damian lets Nessa in the room, following close behind her, closing the door gently behind them. Nessa immediately goes to her luggage, fishing out her bathroom bag.

“Luis you can go back to the beach, I’m just going to shower and lay down until dinner.” She pauses in front of the bathroom door, turning back to look at him sitting on the edge of the bed, her leaning against the frame.

“Counter offer, I could shower with you and then nap with you. No pressure for more, just mutual scrubbing then sleep? They already plan for me not to be back by dinner.” He offers, staying put on the bed until he gauges Nessa’s reaction.

“Oh” She squeaks, a blush rising up her neck as she considers his offer. He holds his breath until Nessa nods, giving her permission.

“Use your words Mariposa, I don’t want to overstep.” Damian prompts, his heart fluttering in his chest but outside he is keeping it collected.

“Yeah that sounds nice actually.” She vocalizes, her face getting a deeper shade of pink before ducking into the bathroom. Damian chuckles to himself and goes to follow her, discarding his shirt along the way. He sees Nessa start the shower and close the door to let it warm up, setting her stuff on the counter still in her swimsuit.

“We can stay in our swimsuits and change after if you want Mariposa.” Damian softly offers, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist pulling her to him, her back flush with his chest facing the bathroom mirror. He hunches over and leans his head against hers and watches her blush come back in the mirror while his hands gently caress her sides.

“Why are you so shy Mariposa?, you are gorgeous and have nothing to be shy about. We all find you insanely attractive. Hell if I’m being perfectly honest with you, you make us all feel like teenagers fucking for the first time. Not knowing what to do or say.” He kisses her cheek, watching a cute pink spreading down her cheeks to her collarbones and inching down her chest toward her belly button.

“I think we can… shower normally.” Nessa softly answers, not answering his previous question. He wants to pry but thinks better of it when he sees her face in the mirror and opts instead to tighten his arms around her momentarily and kisses her shoulder. He takes a step back trailing his fingertips up her spine stopping at the tied strap to her bikini top. He catches her eyes through the mirror and she nods, giving him the ok to keep going. He pulls the string untying the bottom part of her top, her hand going immediately to hold it in place, nervous about being so bare, so vulnerable in front of him for the first time. Damian pauses again at the string on her neck, his fingers holding it, not yet pulling it.

“Mariposa you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” He gives her another out, a sense of unease filling him. The thought that he is maybe pushing her too far. She shakes her head and swallows trying to fight her mouth going dry.

“No, Luis we’ve done… I… I want to. I just…” She sighs trying to find the words. She fills with relief when he says what she is thinking.

“You don’t like your body.” He does his best to not look at her in pity, knowing that would only make the situation worse. “Mariposa, My Mariposa. You are one of the most gorgeous women I have ever laid my eyes on. You have nothing, absolutely nothing, to be ashamed or afraid of.” He praises, his voice soft. Nessa is moved by the sincerity of his words and the soft care in his eyes as he looks at her through the mirror. She reaches a shaky hand back, gently grabbing Damians and makes him pull the string, her bikini top falling to the ground. She then unbuttons her shorts and Damian lets her slide them down, allowing her to lead the pace, whatever makes her feel comfortable.

“Do you want me to stay in my swim trunks, Querida?” Damian softly asks.

Nessa answers “No.” Her voice is so soft he can barely hear it. He smiles softly and swipes her hair off of her shoulders, resting his hands on her shoulders and gently directs her towards the running shower filling the bathroom with steam, fogging up the mirror.

“Go ahead and get in the shower, I’ll join you in a moment so you can collect yourself. You are clearly on edge. I'll give you a minute to collect…”

Damian was cut off by her firm “No.” She turns to face him. “If you do that I’ll overthink. I… Just get in with me?” Her sure tone fails a little bit but Damian nods, understanding. He slides off his shorts and reaches behind Nessa, opening the shower door. She slowly backs in the water pouring over her head, Damian stepping in and closing the door behind him. He turns her around once her hair is soaked and grabs her shampoo bottle, the water hitting him in the back. He pours some of her shampoo in his hand and begins to lather it in her hair, massaging her scalp. She lets out a little moan of pleasure and Damian can’t help himself but his cock twitches at her sounds. He angles his pelvis away from her so he can keep washing her. He steps back as does Nessa, leaning her head back to rinse her hair and Damian just silently stares at her, smiling, admiring how the water rolls down her curves, dripping off her breasts as she turns to look at him expectantly.

Damian is confused, not knowing what she wants. He figures it out when she pouts and stomps her foot, the water splashing. He smiles widely and turns around, taking a knee so she can do the same for his hair. He laughs as she sputters as the shower assaults her face. He tries to get up to alleviate that but she grabs his shoulder to keep him in position until she deems it done. He gets up and rinses his hair as she quickly conditions her hair and rinses it out, grumbling about men and how it’s unfair they don’t have to do as much. He laughs and relaxes as Nessa relaxes. They take turns washing each other's bodies. Nessa tries to ignore the obvious arousal of Damian, but can’t, and she is thankful hers isn’t as obvious.

Once they are out of the shower, they are drying themselves. Damian wraps his towel around his waist and takes another towel and gently towel drying Nessa’s hair. She drops her towel and looks up at him. His hands pause in their movements as their gazes meet. She wraps her arms around his neck and stands on her toes first just placing their lips together in a sweet little peck. Damian bends over slightly, letting Nessa’s feet go back to flat against the floor, his forehead resting on hers, this time he kisses her, tender, multiple pecks turning into more. Damian nipping at her lips, their breathing getting shallow as they kiss. Nessa knots her hands into Damian's hair, making more water drip down his back and a groan come from deep in his throat. He leans his head back partially, his cock pressed against her.

“Mariposa, Nessa… please. If you don’t want this, tell me now and we can stop. You have stepped out of your comfort zone so much I don’t want this to be too much.” He takes a shuddering breath waiting for her response.

“Luis, I want this, I want you, it's not too much.” She barely finishes her sentence before he sweeps her up into the bridal carry and brings her over to the bed. Gently setting her down his lips first still attached to hers, then kissing down her neck, leaving soft bruises that will fade quickly and continuing down her shoulders until he reaches her breasts—licking and sucking on each nipple before pushing her breasts together and tending to both nipples at the same time. Nessa wiggling and whimpering at the attention, trying to create some friction between her thighs.

Damian continues to kiss down her body muttering, “You are so beautiful, every part, every bruise, every mark.” Pausing to kiss every freckle, every mark he sees. Nessa shifts under the weight but doesn’t pull away. She opens her legs for him as he adjusts his position, now between them. He runs a finger through her slit, feeling the wetness already there. He starts by sliding two fingers into her, bending down using his tongue to lick her clit, sucking at it making her whimper. Damian groans at the taste and how pliable she is under him making his own cock leak. Nessa’s hand grabs him by the hair pulling his head closer and grinding herself on his face as he adds another finger. He continues expertly as Nessa continues to wither the sounds coming from her a mix of moans and whimpers. The sounds becoming more breathless whimpers as her breathing shallows the longer he does it, her pussy clenching his fingers letting him know she is close.

"Thats is Mariposa… let go… cum for me” He didn’t even need to tell her because by the time he finished speaking she goes to cover her eyes, the lights temporarily too bright as she cums around his fingers, her juices joining Damian’s spit in the wet spot on the bed. He lets her recover for a moment, appreciating the flush decorating her pale body as she takes shaky breaths, her legs trembling. He nips at her thighs. Nessa wasn’t expecting it and slams her legs together on Damians head. He groans in pain making Nessa immediately open her legs again and sit up on her arms, apologies falling out rapidly. Damian laughs, making Nessa stare at him mouth agape.

“Mariposa, there is no need to be sorry. If that is the way I go, that is the way I’d prefer it. Neck snapped between your pretty little thighs.” He begins peppers kisses up the thighs that almost killed him, and continues to trail those kisses up her body until he is passionately kissing Nessa’s plump lips. She parts her lips allowing his tongue to enter her mouth, their tongues flicking against each other. Nessa moans and places her hand against his cheek, feeling the stubble under her hand. Their kisses turn soft, and gentle. Between the kisses and the soft touches, Nessa looks up at him, and Damian can feel a shared pulse between them, a intertwined longing, something alive and real, the trust for their future together, a longing for children that look like them both, but most of all, the settling of togetherness. Nessa is his, and Damian is hers, just like they belong to the others, but this moment, this tiny little bubble, it's the settlement of their bond.

“Luis please…” Nessa begs, breathless, feeling him twitch against her thigh. He readjusts his weight, pressing his cock at her entrance and slowly pushing forward. He lets out a shaky breath, feeling like what he described to Nessa earlier before their shower. He slowly rocks his hips, his face close to hers. She can feel the warmth of his breath on her face, little whimpers coming from Nessa’s throat as she wiggles underneath him, her hands trailing up and down his body. Finding purchase on his shoulders, her nails digging into his shoulder.

That action makes Damian speed up, melding his lips to hers, muttering against them, “God you are perfect Mariposa, so fucking perfect.” He kisses down her jaw and neck, going back to her lips. Supporting his weight on one arm, using the other to gently play with one of her nipples. Pinching and rolling it between his fingers. Nessa arches against him, the stimulation sending her closer to the edge again, her cunt convulsing around his cock.

“Fuck, Luis I…” She catches herself and bites her lip moaning as her orgasm washes over her again. Damian grunts, his pace faltering as he nears his own. Nessa grabs his hair at the base of his neck and tugs on it, still in the midst of her orgasm, Damian grunts “fuck” as he pushes fully in and empties himself in her, glad she allows it. Rhea won’t even let them even while on her birth control, unless there is a condom. Nessa whispers something and Damian doesn’t catch what she said, too caught up in his head and trying to catch his breath.

He is confused as to why she looks at him worried, “What was that Mariposa?” He asks, placing a gentle kiss on the tip of her nose.

“I love you.” She repeats, her voice just as soft as before but it floors Damian who almost collapses on Nessa. He almost admitted the same thing the previous day but now here she is admitting it to him. He rolls off of her and lays on his side facing her, making sure he is at eye level with her before responding and grabbing her hand.

“Nessa, I love you too, we all do already but we were too afraid to tell you so soon. We didn’t, we don't want to scare you off. You are very much ours as we are yours and there is nothing we wouldn’t do for you.” Damian promises, pulling Nessa close and wrapping his arms around her and kisses her forehead. “Now I think we should take that nap you wanted earlier now. You’ve more than earned it Mi amor.” he suggests and Nessa nods against his shoulder and yawns, Damian pulling the covers over them both. Nessa nestles into him, content and pleased.

"let's break up" ☆

summary: you text your f1 boyfriend "let's break up" as a prank.

trigger warnings: fem pronouns, mentions of seperated parents, mentions of killing (as a joke), nicknames, idk if there are more (?)

charles, carlos, lewis, george, max

lando, oscar, alex, logan, daniel

an: omg pls i need such responses. especially logan's cos that's literally me. but hope you had fun reading this, my loves!

mrs. burrow blurb…

825 words for anyone wondering

◎ ｡ ﾟ ❁ ﾟ ｡ ◎ * You've been drooling at your phone for hours (10 minutes) just waiting for your stud of a husband to get home from practice.

All your social media has are pictures, videos and gifs of your man just owning his practice look- well his Bengals gear. But no one should look that damn good at work, unless they're getting paid to. And last time you checked he was getting paid to throw a ball and run away.

"Baby!"

You jolt up from the couch to the sound of Joe's voice coming in from the garage.

"Where are you gorgeous?"

"Living room!" You respond with a smile in your voice.

You see him before he sees you, of course considering he's 6 '4 and 220 lbs of fine ass man. He comes in decked out in his "lady killing" gray sweat shorts and a tie dye muscle shirt with his practice bag swung over his tan broad shoulders.

"Well don't you look comfy." He chuckles nodding at your current state of being wrapped in a blanket like a caterpillar in its cocoon.

You smile unwrapping yourself and standing to your much shorter stature, not that it's ever been a problem for him. "You look like you want every woman within 100 miles to start ovulating."

He snorts and rolls his eyes before pulling you into his arms for a strong yet soft, comforting hug.

"I missed you." He mumbles into your 3 day twist out.

"You smell heavenly, oh I missed you too." He pulls back a bit with a blush heating his cheeks.

You chuckle as he composes himself. "I don't know what's going on with you today, but I'm glad you're enjoying yourself."

Then dips his head to press his lips to yours. You hum sweetly into the kiss and rise to your tiptoes to reciprocate the gentle motions.

He pecks your lips once more before pulling back and smiling.

"I baked today." You beam.

His brows quirk up. "Oh yeah?" You nod and lead him to the kitchen. He sits at the counter as you place a cake plate in front of him, then lifts the translucent glass to reveal a sweet lemon Bundt cake.

"Wow."

You bite the bottom of your lip while cutting him a piece then handing it to him along with a fork.

"Thank you mamas." He says then takes a bite out of your homemade creation. You watch intently as he closes his eyes and throws his head back with a moan.

"Do you like it?"

"Oh yeah, fantastic. You did your thing baby." He responds, finishing the rest of his cake.

The joy you feel as the man you love cleans his plate is incomparable. Well you could compare it to the lust you feel when his body engulfs yours in any and every way.

Like when he walked in from an 8 hour practice looking like straight sex on legs. You'd never know how sexy a bleached buzz cut could be until he waltzed in that day.

There's nothing better than a man that just gets better with age.

"Babe?"

You shiver at the tone of his voice as he wakes you from your daydream. You lock eyes and let out a deep breath.

"Fuck, get me pregnant."

He steps down from the stool and smirks. "I think we already have that covered."

Still entranced in his beauty, you pout then feel a warmth around your midsection. You look down to see his hands rubbing on your bump, because you're 7 months pregnant. Which is why he said he was glad you were feeling better, because ever since your 3rd trimester started you've had more downs than anything.

"Babygirl must be having a quiet day if you somehow forgot about her." He jokes. You chuckle and place your hands on top of his.

"I didn't forget, I must've fallen asleep after baking. Then you walked in and I couldn't think of anything else." Then as if she was being summoned, your little girl starts to kick against his hands.

Joe kneels down and kisses your stomach. "I guess she was just trying to give her stunning mama a little break. Ain't that right Deya?"

"Deya?" You tilt your head amusingly.

"I've heard 'who dey' so much today, it's stuck in my head. I just wanted to try it out. What do you think?" He rose to his full height.

"Like Adeya Burrow? It's cute, we can put it on the list."

"Yeah?" He smiles. You nod.

"The list is getting pretty long though, we're gonna have to make a decision soon."

Your husband takes your hands in his and brings them up to kiss them. "We have time, but I think we have our two finalists."

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Turns out you didn't have as much time as you thought. At exactly 35 weeks, your twin girls Adeya and Ariel Burrow, were born. A surprise but the most loved and adored surprise they'd ever had.

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Similar, Tonowari x Poly!reader x Ronal

(not my gif!)

warnings: none 👍🏽 maybe a little angst

Bold / blue words are spoken in Navi!

summary: you meet the Tsahik and Olo'ekytan of the metkayina clan and have similar features. They found you interesting and watch you from afar.

(Reminder this is Polynesian and polyamorous!)

taglist for similar! @zoexme @ellabellabus07 @yeosxxx @im-in-a-pansexual-panik @manumanulau @belos-simp69 @ratchetprime211 @tojisleftarm @sakuuo

You land in the reef clan and jump into the sand, but today you are in your Avatar. You still have all your tattoos and such. But it feels so weird. You haven’t entered your avatar in awhile. You walk to jake’s marui, bouncing a little on the walkway

You enter and greet them “Hi Jake! Hi Neytiri! Hi kids!” You greet them and sit down “Hey y/n, I can’t believe you’re in your avatar! It’s been years.” Jake says surprised. You nod, you just didn’t want to feel small compared to them anymore. “Yup.. Don’t you still think it’s weird they gave me a reef Navi because I’m Polynesian?” You say still offended because that’s honestly not cool. “I think it’s funny. I’m still trying to figure out what Polynesian is. But hey atleast you fit in with them! You still have your tattoos.” He pokes at your arm and leg as you scoff “typical white man.” You hear someone enter the Marui and feel eyes burning into your head, you then hear a familiar hiss “Who is this?” You hear Ronal hiss at Jake as he explains who i am.

You turn around to face them and see their face soften for a bit then tightens. “Ronal it’s me. Y/n” she gasps “Sky demon?” She reaches up to touch your Navi features. “But you are metkayina?” She looks at you with widen eyes then turns around to tonowari who is already looking at her. They speak through their eyes and say goodbye. You turn around and look at Jake and Neytiri. “Can I just crash here tonight?” You don’t want to go back to lab because they would be pestering you with questions. “Yes. but you reek. You must go to the pond and rinse off. I will get a tweng from the Tsahik.” Neytiri says laughs as you roll your eyes and follow her out.

You reach the pond and strip from your t-shirt and shorts and dive in. You sit there waiting for Neytiri to bring your so called tweng for you to change into.

after your shower you hear some rustling in the bushes and out comes Ronal and Tonowari. “Oh..” you cover yourself and your cheeks flush in dark blue. You then reach out for the tweng and stand up “thank you.. I am going to change now.” They nod but do not move. Well thats new. You end up just moving backwards a bit and changing, you never leaving their site. “Thank you for the clothing.” You sign the I see you and start walking away but tonowari grabs your hand and whispers close to your face, “Come to our marui with your belongings. You are sleeping in our marui.” He looks at you tense. A shiver runs down your spine and you hesitate to answer but you just nod. Rushing you enter Jakes marui and tell him everything. “Holy shit! Do you think they like you? I mean they always had their eye on you but I thought it was because you’re human!” He rambled off as you hurry to grab your shit. “I don’t even know jake, but I trust them.” You say goodbye and walk towards the marui. Tonowari comes out from behind you and slips an arm around your waist. “come.” He says. “I will bring you to our home.” You walk with him tense as fuck because his damn buff ass arm is around your waist. You walk in and see Ronal and smile nervously. She smiles and pats the sleeping mat. “Come. We welcome you.” They seat you down and also give you very pretty Navi jewelry. Isn’t this a way of courting? I’ll ask Jake or norm. Right now I just need to focus on what’s happening in front of me..

god I fell. Hard.

smoked out

fernando alonso & lance stroll

tags: smut/pwp, weed smoking/recreational drug use, threesome, age gap (25/26/43), montreal, cowgirl position, oral sex (fernando receiving), poor lance

a/n: this one goes out to the seven strollonso fans, i hope this is something! this has also made me really want to pick up a joint... also please remember to consume recreational drugs carefully! do not take something if you don't want to and make sure if you do you're with people you trust and will take care of you!! - this includes alcohol!

montreal, qc - january

the two of them knew it was wrong. any moment of any day there could be a drug test at their door. but it was the off-season, just after new years and you were more than happy to pick up a little big of grass for your boyfriend and his teammate.

except many thought that lance was your boyfriend and not the older and (no-so) wiser fernando. you were seated in front of the couch in front of the coffee table while you worked your magic under the careful gaze of your older lover.

"does this look good?" you looked over to fernando on the couch. he looked at the joint then at you. he rubbed the back of your head and you smiled up at him, "c'mon, speak to me, honey or else you're not getting any."

fernando replied, "oh, so you're going to give it all to lance?" he looked over at the other man on the loveseat, he had a beer in his hand and had been nursing it most of the evening. fernando turned back to you and leaned forward to be closer in your space. he kissed the top of your head and chuckled, "i think he'd die after one hit."

lance perked up and said, "i've smoked weed before!" his brown eyes wide at the accusation that he was new to this. it made you and fernando laugh. he felt his cheeks grow a little pink, "i mean... ya know, i have had it... once." that was a lie, it was a total lie. it was a party in high school and he pretended to smoke.

you snickered and looked up at fernando, "oh, we're gonna have so much fun with him tonight." and reached up to your lover with your free hand and gave him a pat on his cheek. you and fernando were seasoned, at the very least, fernando was a little more seasoned than you.

he told you all matters of stories from his early days in formula one. he chuckled once, "you think i had that facial hair while i was totally sober." and you on the other hand, were not an angel, despite fernando's nickname towards you. you went to cegep and then university. plus with the stuff now more legal than air, it wasn't hard to get your hands on it.

you eyed the joint before you got up and onto the couch. the rolling tray left behind on the table. you tucked yourself into fernando's shoulder and looked at him.

lance leaned forward in the loveseat and took a sip of his beer as he watched you light up. in the warm lighting of your apartment (where smoking was allowed) the canadian driver watched you take the first drag of the joint. you giggled a little as you exhaled the smoke into your lover's face. lance swallowed and admired you two.

you looked over to the other man while you handed fernando the joint and beckoned the other driver to come over, "oh my god, we're not gonna bite." and lance had never moved so quickly to his feet.

you were sandwiched between them as fernando had a smoke as casual as drinking win. he looked away from the two of you to exhale, he was polite. he took another drag before he handed it to lance.

lance took it nervously and you were much closer in his space. your arm draped around his shoulders as you giggled. you asked if he needed help and he nodded in response. your breasts pressed up against him as you coached him through a proper inhale.

"and don't hold it in your lungs, it doesn't make you anymore high. if anything it could burn them and cause more problems." then you made a pleased noise when he exhaled and coughed loudly.

lance wheezed and hit his chest as he coughed through the exhale. but you were right there, hand on his back. and then when he looked at you with glassy eyes, you only smiled and kissed him. fernando alonso's (problematically) younger girlfriend was kissing him. when lance opened his eyes to see fernando's response, the older man simply took the joint from him and laughed.

the other driver said, "be careful there, lancito. she can get a little handsy when she smokes." then took another drag, smirking around it.

you were still kissing lance once more. your hand slid up his dark t-shirt and you giggled against the kiss. soon you felt the weight of your lover up against your behind, with your front against his teammate. pressed between both men as you felt their erections up against you. the three of you kissed, smoked and felt up one another. with fernando even landing a long earned kiss on his teammates mouth.

you pulled away from a kiss with fernando and leaned back against lance. your throat felt dry and your head was full of marijuana high. but you didn't care, you loved the feeling of being between the two men. you chuckled as you asked, "i don't wanna mess up my couch. why don't we take this to bed?"

lance never thought he'd ever see you naked, not when you were stumbling over yourself as you dragged them both into the bedroom. your king sized bed (purchased by fernando) sat proudly up against the wall and before he could bat his eyes, you were struggling to get out of the slightly baggy aston martin shirt that you had been wearing. the visual of seeing you smoking a joint while wearing the teams t-shirt scratched an itch in lance's brain that he didn't think was there. didn't help that you were barely wearing anything underneath it. yoga shorts that basically showed your ass when you bent over.

before lance could go to the belt of his jeans, he looked at his teammate and fernando wasn't even looking at him. too engrossed in your state of undress. he caught lance looking at him and said, "you can sit and watch, or you can join. teammates share." then winked at the other man.

lance was often curious about the behind the scenes of formula one in earlier decades, but something in his head suggested that it was a lot of this. and by the sight of you, now fully undressed, he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity.

fernando palmed himself through his jeans for a moment as he watched lance get undressed. it was a cute sight, to see his little girlfriend and his teammate on the bed together. seemed like you didn't need the help of a little herb to get this comfortable. he directed his attention to lance and said, "say something nice about her, she might get the wrong idea."

you looked at lance and pushed some of your hair out of your hair. you smiled at him, the kind of smile that drew the other driver in. you felt the uptick in your heart when lance replied.

"i sometimes wonder how could an angel like her, end up with you, nando." he chuckled then worked the belt of his jeans. he was painfully hard. it wasn't just primal stimulation or the drugs. you were fucking hot. he looked at you further and added, "i'm sorry, man, but... she's quite the looker." then looked at his teammate, "do you have blackmail or something?"

fernando replied while you giggled, "keep talking like that and i'll send you home." his tone was tense in a way that excited you and lance. the two men stripped down and fernando was on the bed.

lance moved without thinking, following with whatever you and fernando wanted. the spanish driver was propped up against the headboard with lance on his back, his mouth close to his cock. and you swung one leg over lance's waist with both hands on his toned stomach.

you gave a knowing look to fernando before you giggled. and your lover winked at you before your expression turned tense for a moment as you sank down on lance's cock. it soon turned to an expression of bliss as you started to move your hips against the aston martin driver.

"you want to be good like her, right? then suck me off, lance." fernando cooed and it made excitement bubble up in the canadian driver. fernando shuddered when lance kissed his cock before he started to suck him off like he had done it (or rather dreamed it) a million times.

lance groaned with his teammate's cock in his mouth as you rode him. there was enough room on the bed for the three of you to fuck to your heart's content. his dark eyes closed as he enjoyed the feeling of giving and receiving pleasure. he had never done something exactly like this, but he was egged on by the noises you and fernando were making.

he liked this a lot.

you giggled before you rubbed your dry eyes, the high in your body was heightened by the feeling of pleasure in your blood, "he looks cute when he's giving head." you ranked your fingers down his chest as you worked his length.

the entire room felt the pleasure between the three of you, the bed rocked a little bit from the movements as you moved with a certain pace. mostly you set it with your movements which lance followed with sucking fernando's cock.

you trailed your nails down the canadian's chest and giggled as you looked to your lover, "quite the ride."

"quite the sucker too." fernando laughed. the three of you incredibly high from an evening of smoking. you knew your apartment would smell like weed for a little while longer. but none of your cared, you'll air it out eventually. it wouldn't be any worse than the smell of sex in your shared bedroom with fernando.

you leaned in to kiss fernando and placed a hand on his collarbone, "fuck, honey." it was quite a feeling kissing the man you loved while you also rode his teammate like a stallion. lance's cock felt good, rubbed up against all the right areas. you knew the pleasure would be tenfold thanks to the weed, but this was unexpected. you held onto fernando's chin while you placed a hand on lance's chest. you moaned into your lover's mouth while you fucked the other man perfectly.

lance continued to suck fernando's cock, which made the older man moan into your kiss as well, he panted heavily when you pulled away and took you by the hips to fuck lance faster. the bed really rocked with the three of you as pleasure coursed through your systems.

your head felt full of cotton in the best way possible. fluffy filling tainted with a sexual euphoria that made your skull throb. you loved this. you whined against fernando, "fuck. we should've done this ages ago."

"good things come to those who wait." your lover replied as he choked lance a little bit on his cock which only made his cock cock twitch inside of you, "i have a feeling he has done this before with other lovers."

you looked over and patted his flustered face, "wouldn't be surprised. too cute not to pass up." you giggled as you really worked yourself on his cock. you could feel the blooming pleasure and the heat in your blood. you couldn't help but giggle from the feeling of it, the high graced your brain with heightened feelings that only made you giggle as you rode him.

the two men were loving it as well. the three of you moved perfectly. in a way perfect for one another. you were perfect for fernando as his partner and fernando was good for lance as a teammate. and you and lance simply got along perfectly, often leaving fernando's unable to think of much else besides the two of you.

lance worked his mouth on fernando's cock and you worked lance's cock. you tongue grazed along lance's neck and he felt a shudder of want through him. he held onto you a little tighter and met your thrusts, he bounced you on his cock with a heated fever.

this little game wasn't going to last forever. you could feel the tension in your thighs from your movements. it was hard to ride for what felt like so long. but you were determined as you laid a single hickey on lance's chest, which almost made him finish right there and then.

fernando knew what you could be like in the bedroom. a little toublemaker. after all, he taught you all of his tricks. you could easily ruin any man. lance should be lucky that he was brought into the fold. fernando wouldn't let anyone touch what was his. he did have to admire that you looked pretty riding lance.

"fuck, lance. fernando." you groaned as you continued to ride them. your thighs ached in the best was possible and you felt a splash of euphoria over you. it wasn't much longer before lance came as you kissed his neck.

he kept his mouth on fernando's cock and continued to suck him off while he finished inside of you with a heavy groan. you came soon after, pleasure hit and you happily rode through your climax before fernando finished down lance's throat while he kissed you deeply. all three of you were spent. lance even coughed from the salty taste in his mouth.

"holy shit." you exhaled while fernando patted your cheek and kissed lance. you were soon laid in between them. your cheek pressed against fernando's shoulder with lance's arm around your bare middle. lance giggled a little and you giggled in return. you looked over to the canadian driver and asked, "what are you laughing at?"

"nothing. never though i'd give head to my driving idol."

fernando rubbed your cheek and replied to lance, "keep it up and it won't be the last time." his high was starting to fade, but you and lance were still quite high. he kissed you both on the head before he said, "let me get you two some water." but before he could slip out of bed, two pairs of hands pulled him back in.

he looked at you and lance, you both were grinning like fools. before he could say anything you tapped his lips and said, "oh you thought we were done here, nando? nu-uh." and the older driver realized that he was going to get the best head of his life. <3