A/N: This was such a lovely commission to work on. This was also an interesting kink, I don't think I've written it before but it was so much fun. If you'd like a commission you can take a look at this post.
You scream his name for what seems like the hundredth time that night as you feel Jason slam his hard cock into you from behind, his hands being the only things keeping your hips up for him, your legs having turned into jelly a few orgasms ago.
"Jason, please... I..." You whimper when he thrusts at just the right angle, "I don't think I can... ah!" His movements increase in speed and force, his breath hot against your shoulder, his body pressing softly against yours.
"You can my love. Yes, you can, you can be good for me for a while longer. Let me enjoy this hot, dripping cunt. It's moving so deliciously around me after all." As if to prove his point you feel your walls tightening around him, another orgasm quickly building.
Tears escape your eyes from the pleasure and the near stinging feeling that comes from your cunt every time Jason's cock slides in and out.
You've been at this for hours, and while that isn't unusual, you're more than familiar with Jason's appetite for you, you've been on the edge of an orgasm since your date began. You thought it would be easy, when Jason presented you with a pair of vibrating panties for you to wear on your date.
But you quickly found how devious he was. Bringing you close to release all evening and then taking it away just like that, leaving your panties absolutely ruined with your slick even before he touched you. It only took his fingers, his thumb only making a few circles around your clit for you to come, your muscles trying to suck on his fingers, wanting something thicker.
Since then he didn't let up, didn't you go without his cock, his fingers, his mouth for more than a few moments. You lost track of your orgasms, each one only building onto the other. Your voice is hoarse, your knuckles white as they grip the sheets, the sheets themselves absolutely ruined with your and Jason's combined cum.
"Just give me one more, come on beautiful, I just... fuck... I want to make you come one more time." Jason's hand tightens its grip your hip, while the other reaches around to to find your oversensitive clit. Your hips jump at the contact, his name feeling like a prayer on your lips. "Don't you want to come?"
You shake your head furiously, your cunt squeezing around his cock.
He pulls out. "No, no, please." You whine, trying to arch your back, to push his cock back in. But Jason's grip is firm, his cock passing through your folds, making you hiss, the tip teasing your enterance.
"Please what? Use your words pretty." You can hear the smugness in his voice.
"Please... fill me up with your cock. Make me come. I need it. I need you. Always. I need to feel you inside again..." He chuckles, thumbs circling on your hipbones. You let out a long moan as he slides back inside, "Yes." The word comes out as a half hiss half moan.
He resumes his previous pace, the room filled with your moans and whimpers, of Jason's encouragement and praise, of the slick sound of his cock sliding in and out and skin slapping against skin.
"Good girl. You've been so good tonight. Now come. Come for me. Let me feel you. Let me hear you." Your muscles grip his cock, walls spasming around him as you yell his name in pleasure over and over. "That's it. Oh god... I'm coming... I'm gonna come babe!"
You hear him grunt, voice getting deeper and deeper, almost like a snarl as he empties himself inside you, spilling his hot cum into your wanting cunt. He fucks you through both your releases, until your cunt is completely dripping from him. You hiss as he slides out, the combines cum dripping from your cunt, down your thighs and onto the already ruined sheets before you collapse on the bed, too tired and blissed out, too lost in your pleasure to hold yourself up for any longer.
"Hmm... what a pretty sight." Jason leans over and kisses your cheek, then the corner of your lips. You hum at the gentle treatment. "Wait here, I'll be right back." He kisses you again before you hear him walking out of the room.
Jason comes back with a glass of water and a warm wet towel.
"Can you turn on your back for me?" Before that phrase would be growled into your ear, now it's a honey-sweet request. You oblige. Jason nods, sets the glass on the nightstand next to you and sits down on the bed, his hands gently pulling your legs apart to clean you up. You can't help but groan at the sting, even with how gentle Jason is being.
He takes his time, cleaning you as slowly and with the least pressure that he can. When he pulls away again he offers you the glass of water. You sit up, smiling, "Thank you." The water is drank quickly, the glass set back down, the towel thrown into the laundry basket, and before you know it Jason is back in bed with you, his strong arms pulling you into his chest, his lips against yours, against your cheek, your forehead, wishing you sweet dreams.
Disney: So Wanda is the antagonist of MoM. She wants to steal her children from another universe-
Fans: Oh I get it! It’s like a reverse “House of M”, right? Wanda tries to pull Billy and Tommy into her universe, and accidentally brings mutants into the MCU, easily integrating the X-Men franchise you got the rights to from the Fox merger with the Avengers. That explains why Professor X is in the movie.
*•.¸♡𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : swearing, angst, maybe dont read this if you've had a bad day
*•.¸♡Paring : Kingo x F!reader
*•.¸♡𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : did he mean it?
*•.¸♡words : 626
Four hours passed. The air was still and you were asleep. The apartment was drowning in silence and Kingo curled into the blankets on his bed. His broken sobs were swallowed by the pillow, his anger completely gone and replaced with utter disgust at himself.
He yelled at you. That wasn't the bad part, every couple argued. The bad part was it was his fault, completely and solely his fault. You were the most amazing thing to ever happen to him, the most gorgeous creature that will grace this earth.
Kingo cried harder, the thought of you slipping from between his fingers made him want to disappear into nothing. His body ached and his heart hurt more than anything he thought possible.
He pushed himself up, hoping you were awake and you could talk with the hope he wouldn't have lost you. Even just to call. His find immediately shoots to the possibility you grabbed your bag and jumped to Sersi or Ajak.
The couch was tough and dug against your skin. Kingo stepped out of his room, his hair a tangled mess and his eyes so sunken they threatened to disappear. Some part of Kingo was relieved you were still in the house, relieved you hadn't given up on him.
Kingo shuffled over to you trying his hardest not to wake you, but the deep purple bags setting under your eyes and the red in your cheeks nearly matched the red of Makkari's armour. You looked a mess, completely broken and torn from his words.
Kingo choked on a sob, rushing back to your shared room and falling against the door. Kingo bit his knuckle, trying to contain his sobs just making his body shake in discomfort. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry," Kingo mumbled to himself pulling at the roots of his hair.
The morning was dull, the weather outside the window matching the tasteless tone that radiated from the apartment. Your eyes were barely open, watching, just watching. You hoped for the sun to break through and give you some sort of sign that Kingo truly didn't mean those words.
Some part of you knew; a part that knew Kingo honestly couldn't mean it.
However, deep down, deep within the cracks of your heart, the cracks that were always rebroken, shattered by the twisted thoughts of your mind, some part thought... maybe he meant it. Maybe the words that slipped past his tongue weren't clouded by anger but released with the barriers broken with each yell, each scream, each hurtful thought.
The walls in your mind you managed to scrape together in your slumber if the painful and sorrowful whispers of the night could be called sleep; were thrown down as aggressively as a cyclone moving through a newly planted garden.
You couldn't sit any longer, couldn't sit waiting for the sky to tell you what to do. With the strength you managed to conjure into your bones, you pushed to stand. The house felt distorted like someone spun you before releasing you onto a merry go round.
Stumbling to the bathroom, you doused your face in water, some hope of washing the sadness away. Staring into the mirror, you could see yourself; a damaged, shambled version of yourself. Huffing and turning, in hopes to ignore the blank version of yourself staring at you in the mirror.
The kitchen felt strange, normally Kingo would sing to the radio as he made his morning coffee, sometimes spinning and moving with the beat. You would sit and watch, Kingo could make you smile no matter what he did, his silly little mannerisms, his pride in every project he did.
Even with the memories running through your mind, you wondered... did he mean it?
y’all are mad that “MoM ignored wanda’s character development from wandavision and mischaracterized her”, even though the post credit scene in wandavision had her using the darkhold and it is explained both there and in MoM how extremely corrupting that can be??? the way she acts is 100% in character imo, she is literally being controlled. the darkhold is using her loss and grief as a weakness against her.
also— is fun still allowed?? because idk about you all but watching badass creepy and super powerful wanda being the villain was the most fun i’ve had at the cinema in a really long time
*•.¸♡Request : Heyy, I'm in a sad mood so I needed to request something sad so may I request Kingo x eternal? Female reader getting into an argument and then reader kicking Kingo out of their shared room into the living room to sleep on the couch with prompt 45 please
I accidently read this requests wrong so Kingo kicks the reader out, so sorry :)
*•.¸♡Prompt : “Just Leave!”
*•.¸♡𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : Heavy swearing, arguments, yelling, so much angst
*•.¸♡Paring : Kingo x F!reader
*•.¸♡𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : You and Kingo have a huge argument
*•.¸♡words : 272
It was never this bad before. Kingo was never one for a short temper or one to snap easily. Sometimes, however, just sometimes Kingo's fuse would burn out and Kingo's words would leave his mouth before his brain could keep up, and by that point, his brain was too foggy to think properly.
"I'm not saying-"
"Then the fuck are you saying!?" Kingo yelled back, stopping your defence. "That-That I'm some disgraceful cunt that won't treat you right! That's fucking childish Y/N! Grow the fuck up!"
You were never any better. Once the yells started to grow, and the screams started to echo you shouted back all the same. You moved from passive and calming to roaring your defences and retaliations.
"I'm fucking childish!?" You screamed. "You're the one making up some fucking crazy story that you pulled out your ass! You think you're some almighty being, but fuck- your just some lame movie star! You're so fucking delusional you believe your own fucking lies!"
"Oh come on, your just a fucking pretentious brat!" Kingo roared. " Just leave! Just fucking leave! You don't wanna be here anyway!"
"I never said that-!"
"Yeah well, it's pretty obvious," Kingo sneered. You scoffed a heartless laugh.
"Wow," You chuckled. You grabbed a jumper and stormed out of the bedroom, slamming the door closed with a violent tug. You grabbed the small throw rug from the couch and flopped yourself on the couch, the anger leaving your veins.
You curled in the blanket shallow breaths leaving your lips, quivering. The tears started to roll and you quietly sobbed through the night and into the morning.