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Needy.

Currently imagining fucking our needy boys. Poor babies would rut sooo deep inside of you, snuggling their head deeper into your neck whining 'bout how good your pussy takes him in. Moans and intoxicated whines bouncing off the walls while you're scratching your nails on his back, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Fucking so deep it practically pains him to pull out at this point. Furiously rubbing your cute little puffy clit while biting down your neck. Breeding you full of his seed, not stopping until the only name rolling off your tongue is his.

-Megumi, Satoru, Suguru, Toge, Yuuta, Choso, Cyno, Albedo, Kazuha, Diluc, Dan Heng, Blade, Dr. Ratio, Phoenix, Yoru + your favs!

Hello hello! Could I request headcannons for yandere sova, cypher, chamber, and phoenix with a male or gn s/o who knows about their antics and constantly avoids them? (Thanks in advancr if you do this!!) [🥀]

i cannot tell you how excited i was to write this. I’m literally uncontrollably shaking and sobbing right now. i love Valorant sm and yeah I still play it hehe. i haven’t seen much Yan fics for the characters so oh well ig I will add to the already small ones that exists. thanks sm for requesting this 🥀 anon ! 💝

Yandere Valorant with a S/O who Constantly Avoids Them.

Ft: Chamber, Phoenix, Cypher, Sova

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Chamber:

One you started to avoid him, immediately he would catch on. The smug grin he would wear on his face around you and the others, would slowly turn into a cold dead stare the last place you stood in front of him.

He is a very possessive man and the more time away from him doing meaningless things like avoid him, would just be another open door for anyone to come into your life.

For some reason the more you avoid him, the more prominent and pushy he is. He is a manipulative conman who would ruthlessly do anything to get his way.

In your peripheral vision, standing there will always be Chamber reminding you that at the end of the road lies him patiently waiting for you.

Bringing it up to Brim would be pointless. No matter how much he dislikes Chamber, he is a valuable member of Protocol and losing him would cause great loss to the team.

So you’re stuck.

Walking back to your room, all you hear is the humming of the fluorescent lights lighting up the corridor. It was late in the night, no one was up and half the team was gone on a mission investigating recent activity of spike bombs throughout Italy.

An eerie feeling began to slowly come over you. Crossing your arms, you continued to walk to your room hoping to reach your private sanctuary.

Sliding open your door, you slump against it letting out an exhale of relief from the creepy feeling you got in the dim hallway.

A little rustle of sheets makes you snap your head up towards its direction. There on your bed was Vincent Fabron in all his glory, sitting at the end of your bed with his legs crossed and hands intertwined around his knee while he smiled at you.

A small gasp came out of your lips as you stared at him like an unpredictable animal not knowing what he was going to do next.

“What’s wrong mon cheri, miss me?”

Phoenix:

It would take a little while for Phoenix to notice that you’ve been avoiding him.

Sure sometimes in the past you got a little annoyed with him and would avoid him sometimes, so this would mean eventually you’ll come back to him right?

When you don’t is when Phoenix has to take matters into his own hands.

At first he would try to play it off as a joke with little playful whines of how he could make it up to you or how he would stop being annoying sometimes.

That doesn’t work.

He will start to get antsy over time and that’s when that playful behavior of his starts to slowly slip away.

After coming back from a mission, you were seriously injured. Sage made sure to heal you and let you rest in the med bay. Picking up on Phoenix’s presence and how close she thought he was to you, she left to give you two privacy.

Being too tired from sustaining injuries and using the rest of your energy on the field, you're completely drained and all you could do was sit there as he grew closer.

Phoenix stands in front of you, looking down with an unreadable expression as he adjusts the collar of his jacket.

Looking down, fiddling with his rings is when he decided to open his mouth.

“You know all this fooling around and this is where it gets you. Look I don’t know what I did, but I’m sick of this silent treatment. It would be best if you would stop this before things get out of hand.”

You can’t help but feel your heart drop from the menacing glowing orange hue of his eyes as he continued to stare right at you.

Cypher:

There is no real way to avoid Cypher. If we want to play the ‘what if’ game then sure, okay. It all depends what stage of obsession he is at.

We all know that he has lost someone really close to him and throughout his game dialogue he says some pretty sad stuff. When you find out about all of Cypher’s manipulation tactics and surveillance cams, that’s where things get messy.

After a day of rigorous back to back training with Kay-O and Phoenix, your left is completely beat and sore. Laying down on your bed you take a moment to relax before your stomach churns in an uncomfortable way forcing you to sit up.

You can’t help but feel like someone was watching you, yet you were in your own room.

This would continue until it gets out of control like the snowball effect. It would get to a point where you begin to tear your own room apart trying to find what or who was watching you.

The other protocol members take notice of the dark circles that linger under your eyes, the whiffing of shoots when merely practicing in the range, and how jittery you are when simply eating breakfast.

You know it's him, but there is nothing to do than confront him.

It would have been better if they were to just leave it alone and go along with the saying “Ignorance is bliss”, but even then the end would still be the same.

Confronting him would lead up to you knocking at his door in the middle of the night. Tears adorn your face as your eyes are swell from the excessive abuse you’ve put them through.

Sitting in a chair in front of an old fashioned chess board, sits Cypher gesturing you to take a seat across from him. Looking at the chessboard, all that there is left is a singular white king chess and a remaining black king piece in his hand. With a small tilt of his head is when you hear the dreadful word that marks the end of your fate.

“Checkmate.”

Sova:

In order to find out Sova was pulling the strings in the background, you must’ve had to look deep and hard.

Sova makes sure to cover his tracks only wanting you to know him for the honest agent who would do anything to protect his team and lead them to triumph.

When the avoiding begins to start, it takes a little while for him to notice. He is a valued agent of Protocol and Brim makes sure to deploy him on almost every mission because he is someone he can solely trust.

Once the small conversations you would have in the common area stop and all your responses are short and straight to the point is when Sova takes notice.

With a little observance and recon, he finds out how you had caught onto him. It was bound to happen eventually as it was better to confront it sooner than later and let it go on longer.

Getting ready for bed, you put on your lip balm before untucking your covers from the neatly folded position it was in. A knock on the door interrupted you before you had the chance to slide into your bed.

Letting out a small groan, you made your way to your door before sliding it open revealing the last person you wanted to see.

“May I come inside? I know it is quite late, but Brimstone wanted me to quickly deliver the notes for the next upcoming mission.”

Holding up a vanilla envelope, he gives a small awkward smile. Furrowing your eyebrows you step to the side letting the tall man step in. Closing the door you noticed Sova placed the envelope on your desk before continuing to stand there staring at you.

“Мне очень жаль, но это нужно было сделать.”

Before you could take a step back, the last thing you saw was the glow from his robotic blue eye as he drew away the used syringe.

Nothing Comes Close to the Golden Coast

Description: You're on the beach because it's what your little sister wanted for her bachelorette party. One day, you can manage, right? You're not expecting to stumble right into the woman who could can change your outlook on beaches that day. But with Natasha Trace, maybe you're starting to see nothing comes close to the golden coast.

Warnings: Female! Reader, Flirting, Beaches, Mild Cursing, Natasha is too flirty for words and possibly a little dangerous

A/N: Hiya lovelies! This is a fic I wrote for @bellaireland1981 's 1K Pool Party celebration. Congratulations on 1K followers Bella! It's my first time writing a long form Phoenix x Reader fic and I hope I did Nix justice. All my love to @horseshoegirl for beta-ing this fic for me and making sure I wasn't 1) using too many commas (yes I have a problem) and 2) that this fic was flirty and fun and summery enough!

Word Count: 3617

Cross-posted to AO3 here!

Cross-posted to Wattpad here!

You like going to the beach as much as any other girl. But unlike other girls, you tend to prefer quiet, calm, clear beaches to lie on. The kind of beach where you can hear the tide coming in and the seagulls wheeling in the clear summer sky. The kind of beach where the sand is clear, and you never have to fight to find a spot to lay down your towel and where you can read without a beach ball smashing into your face. Of course, finding the clear beaches you love is far from easy. It seems like the minute the calendar hits Memorial Day, everyone in the Greater San Diego area books it to the beach for the summer. You’ve even seen people taking meetings out on the beach. But to put it bluntly, you're not one of those people.

So why are you out on this congested, loud beach today? There's only one reason: your baby sister's Bachelorette party. It was an obligation you couldn’t get out of. You love your sister, but you’re less than happy to be spending time with her and her friends. When it’s just the two of you, it feels like you’re the closest pair of siblings on the planet. But when she’s with her friends, it feels like there is a colossal, ever-widening, yawning gulf between you. Everyone calls her the pretty one while you're the practical one. In the eyes of your entire extended family, it is one of the many reasons why she's getting married at 22 when you're still single at 28. To keep the peace, you’ve been pasting a smile on your face and literally grinning and bearing it for everything she’s asked of you. Because you love her and in only a week’s time you can get a bit of a break from her (or really, from her best friend).

To make matters worse, you’re the only girl in the group wearing a one-piece suit, something flattering yet mostly covered, without showing off your cleavage or too much of your ass.

“God, do you have to wear that old lady suit?” She'd scoffed when you walked out of your house that morning, a sunhat on your head and a sarong tied around your waist to complement the deep maroon one-piece you’d pulled out to wear. “Please tell me you have a bikini you can go wear instead. If you'd told me, I would have brought you one of mine!”

As if you'd have ever worn a bikini of hers. Your younger sister is thin, model thin, with a narrow waist and perfectly perky A-cups, which look fantastic in the hot pink bikini she's wearing today. She's got the physique that makes men look a little stupid. Already, there is a pack of unfairly pretty men who have gone a little cross-eyed when your sister and her friends walked by. In contrast, you're shorter and curvier, your hair dark where hers is blonde, and the ultimate introvert to her bubbly extrovert.

You aren't even her maid of honor at her wedding - that particular honor belongs to her best friend - yes, the aforementioned obnoxious Sally herself. It's not as if anyone has even noticed you're not having the time of your life in the water. After all, why would they? Who wants the babysitter hanging around you when you're trying to have fun? It's the role you've been playing since your sister was born, and you're sure you'll play it again once your sister has kids. For now, all you can do is stay secluded under your umbrella and try to read a little despite the noise. At least it is a little emptier on the beach now as the sun sinks slowly across the sky.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

The voice is male, filled with all the surety of a man who knows what he wants and has never failed to get it. Your eyes are rolling before your head rises from your book. Your sister and Sally are under the umbrella next to you, and unsurprisingly, that comment was targeted at the two of them. You're pretty sure they are two of the group who were tossing around not one but two footballs on the beach.

“Two pretty things like you look like you could use a drink.”

It's the blonde, tall with green eyes, and a shit-eating grin, who makes the offer. And to your disbelief, it looks like your sister is going to take these guys up on their offer.

“We'd love to!”

Is she thinking at all? Before you can stop yourself, you're speaking.

“Can I talk to you, Vicky?”

“The fuck do you need to talk to her for?”

Sally's growling at you, her arms crossed under her chest in a way that accentuates the cleavage already threatening to break free of her string bikini. Your cheeks flush as the two men glance between you and her, discerning gazes flip-flopping between you and her at heated words.

“You're her sister, not the fucking morality police. We're having drinks with them. Either you can join us, or you can glare disapprovingly. But don't you dare tell us what we can and cannot do.”

“You're such a fucking stick in the mud. I don’t get why the hell you came with us. Why are you always coming out with us, anyway? I mean, I’d have had a life by the time I was your age, but well, I guess you're even too boring for that.”

You're left gaping at Sally and your sister as they walk away. The words don't hurt, not really. You've been hearing a version of them for years, ever since Sally and Vicky decided they didn't like having you shadow them. Of course, they don't believe you when you say you'd rather do anything other than join them while they get up to all the bullshit they do. Once upon a time, Vicky used to defend you. Obviously, those days are long gone.

It doesn't mean you won't still watch out for your sister, though. Call it some sort of sickening nostalgia for the days when you and her were close once, chasing each other around playing unicorns in your backyard. Call it affection for the little girl who used to follow along behind you, repeating everything you said with a lisp. Call it love for your sister who you would once do anything for - would still do anything for.

Of course, you immediately realize the situation is far different than you thought it would be. Because there aren't just two incredibly hot men, but ten. Before you can blink, they're all over Vicky, Sally and their other friends. Somebody has sparked up a bonfire, and you gravitate to the hot flames despite yourself. You're a little chilled after being out in the hot sun all day. As the sun sets over the sea, one of them nestles a Bluetooth speaker into the sand and turns the music up. 

California Gurls, we're unforgettable,

Daisy Dukes, bikinis on top

Whoever made this playlist needs better taste in music. Or at least they need to pick something which you haven't heard on the radio every day of the summer in 2010. As it is, it will be stuck in your head for days.

“This song sucks, huh?”

You jump at the voice near your ear, stumbling and nearly face-planting in the sand. You have the kind of face which shows your emotions plainly, you've always been told so. Now someone has noticed, and you hope this person won’t throw you under the bus like all of Vicky’s friends. You pretend it’s just the song as you turn around with a smile pasted across your face.

“It's the worst!”

You're sure you have other things to say, but they disappear from your head like smoke when you see the woman who is talking to you. She's gorgeous, whiskey eyes flickering gold with the bonfire's flames. She's absolutely beautiful, and it feels a little like you're in an alternate universe. There's a cool breeze coming off the water, and in addition to the salt from the sea, you can smell hibiscus in the air. It has to be from her perfume, you note vacantly.

There's humor in her eyes as she stands beside you, surveying the others around the bonfire just like you are. You can see your sister in the distance, dancing with the blonde who asked if she wanted a drink. She looks like she’s well on her way to becoming completely drunk, but you don’t care. Vicky’s an adult. She made her own decisions, and she can stand by them. All of your attention is on the brunette in front of you. She holds out a bottle to you, condensation dripping over her fingers.

“I thought you could use a drink.”

“Thanks.”

The drink in question is a bottle of soda, ice cold.

“I, uhh…” She looks a little sheepish, some of her confidence draining away as you look inquiringly at her. “I wasn’t sure how else to get you to talk to me.”

“W-why wouldn’t I talk to you?” 

She grins ruefully, “Because you've been glaring at Bagman and your friends since you walked over here?”

“And, you don't look like you're having much fun.”

“Fun…” You sigh, "is a word for it. And we're not friends.”

“Younger sister?”

You laugh, “Is it that obvious?”

“You're a good sister, coming out with her and her friends like this.” 

Her innocent words touch your heart a little bit.

“I've got two just like her. They're so sure they're grown up, but they could still need somebody to watch out for them.”

You turn excitedly, “Yes! Yes. That’s it! She's getting married next week, but there's still so much she doesn’t know yet! And she and her best friend hate that I'm here. Call it her need to be seen and treated like an adult. I'm in her bridal party and she doesn’t even want to celebrate with me. Guess everybody would pick Bagman over there over me.”

“I don't hate that you're here, you know?”

You startle a little at the frank openness of this beautiful stranger's voice.

“Why not? You don't know a single thing about me.”

“I know you’re a big sister. I know you hate Katy Perry’s California Gurls, not because the song itself is horrible, but because you’ve probably heard it a million times.”

She tugs at your hand, and you follow her as she leads you away from the bonfire, the song still blaring away. You shouldn’t follow her, you know you shouldn’t. But despite yourself,you’re curious. There’s something about her you need to know more of. Away from the bonfire, the air is cool, and crisp. The beach feels swept clean the further you walk.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you planned this.” 

You crack open the soda and take a sip, pretending not to feel dark eyes on the side of your face.

“I didn’t plan it.” She chuckles a little, playing with your fingers. “All I wanted was to keep talking. I think I owe you a few more things I know about you, anyways.”

Your heart warms as she shrugs out of the hoodie and lays it over the sand. She sprawls down with a grace you couldn't emulate if you tried, all long, lean muscles exuding strength and power. You feel awkward in contrast, self-conscious as you try to sit on as much of the hoodie as you can without sprawling in her lap in a way that would have you mortified and her uncomfortable. But you can still feel her, warm and solid, as she retakes your hand. It’s comforting, the light touch, the calluses at her fingertips making goosebumps rise over your arms. Her perfume smells different this close, the light scent of summer hibiscus melting into roses and morning dew. It’s addicting.

“Y-you mentioned there were a couple more things you knew about me?” 

The words leave you in a whisper, tripping over each other as they drop off your tongue.

Her laugh is husky and warm, and for one moment, all you want is for her to make that wondrous sound again. But you quell that particular impulse. After all, no matter how weak you are for this woman, you barely know her. You won't be making a fool of yourself tonight.

“I think you're smart, smarter than anyone gives you credit for being. You're strong and single-minded.” She leans in conspiratorially, a smirk on her lips. “Some people would call you stubborn, but I think they're just afraid you'll leave them behind in your quest for world domination.”

“How do you know I'm gunning for world domination?” You're smiling from ear-to-ear as you ask the question.

“All the prettiest girls are. Especially the girls who bring a book to the beach for family when they'd probably rather be curled up on a window seat with a cup of tea handy.”

Your cheeks have to be crimson by now. Of all the days for an unfairly pretty woman to come up to you and flirt, she has to pick today. She’s so confident, so pretty and vivacious and all the things you never could be. In comparison, you just feel dull, like a piece of fabric bleached by the sun, until there are only the faintest hints of color left. It’s also been a really long time since anyone’s even looked twice at you.

“I-I do like reading at a window seat while it rains.” Your smile is halfway genuine now, you think. You can’t keep volunteering bits of information about yourself without getting some info from her in turn.

“What do you like doing in your spare time?”

Maybe you picked the wrong question to ask because her easy smile drops faster than you can blink. The small wrinkles at the corners of her eyes flatten out, and the dimples are so deep you’ve been wanting to kiss them since you saw them disappear as her smile does. The silence between you isn’t comfortable anymore. It’s awkward, a discordantly awkward tone spoiling the harmony of the moments before.

“I don’t have much spare time. Or hobbies.”

“I’m sorry.”

You’re babbling before the apology has left your lips, mind speeding at a hundred miles per hour at the thought you’ve somehow managed to insult the one person who’s wanted to talk to you all night. You’re standing and turning to head back to the bonfire before she hops up next to you.

“Whoa, whoa.” Her hands are hot as they make contact with your upper arms. “I’m not angry at you. I dunno if you heard what those meatheads were saying when they were posturing to your sister and her friends earlier, but I’m a Naval Aviator.”

“It doesn’t leave a lot of time for hobbies.”

“So, what do you do with your free time?” 

She’s so close you can feel the heat of her skin.

“Most of my free time is spent at the gym. It takes hard work to look this good.” 

You giggle a little as she tugs your hands until they’re flat against her toned stomach. The muscles twitch under your fingers a little, and you feel light-headed. Is she really flirting with you? You? 

“Not everyone can read books and look as good as you do.”

“What else do you do?” Your voice is weak, barely audible over the rushing waves, but she hears you anyway.

“Sleep. Try to read. Though it’s harder to concentrate when you’re surrounded by hundreds of lonely, horny men than when you’re sitting in a window seat.”

She smirks a little, leaning closer then. 

“And I definitely spend a lot of time daydreaming about a pretty bookworm in my bed to keep me warm at night.”

“O-oh.”

Your face has to be crimson by now. It feels so hot. The dark ocean seems way too alluring, if only for a cold reality check. There’s no way this gorgeous, smart, sexy woman is hitting on you. There’s no way. Maybe if you keep saying it over and over, it will be a reality instead of what your delusional mind is coming up with.

“Sadly, there hasn’t been a pretty bookworm in my bed in a while.” 

The smile on her face falls, the motes of color swirling in her hypnotic eyes, fracturing into crystals at the words. 

“None of them can take the long days away, no dates, little contact. Maybe one day I’ll find the right bookworm for me. Unless…”

Her arm has found its way around your shoulders, the warm lines of her body searing into you.

“Well, this is a silly question, but would you maybe like to grab a coffee sometime? Get to know each other better?”

You want to say yes. More than anything you want to. But you can’t bring yourself to accept her invitation, not when you have more questions than answers.

“W-why me?”

Her lips are warm even through the material of your half-damp swimsuit as she presses a kiss to your shoulder.

“You’re different from the other girls I talk to.” 

You’re unsure how to respond, half afraid she will go on and on about how boring and dull you are. All of the others you’ve dated certainly have. They expect one of the standard sexy-librarian types when they meet you and find out you like to read. They’re always disappointed when the truth they come to see couldn’t be any further from what they imagine. 

“You’re so beautiful,” she sighs. “I swear I nearly got hit on the head with one of the footballs when I saw you walk out onto the beach and sit under your umbrella.”

“You missed it, I'm sure, but those goofballs in my squadron were laughing at me for hours.” 

There's a slight pink tinge to her cheeks as she leans back. You miss her the minute you lose her warmth.

“I um…” She runs a hand, long-fingered and pretty (why the hell are even her hands so pretty), through her hair. “I'm pretty sure that's why those two walked up to your sister and her friend.”

“They wanted me to come to the bonfire tonight?”

You're pretty sure your mouth is wide open at this point. 

“Yeah. Though I should say, I wanted an excuse to talk to the prettiest woman I've ever seen. And maybe flirt with her a little. And maybe get her to agree to go out with me.”

“How is this clever plan of yours working for you?” 

Your voice is a whisper again as you peer over your shoulder at her. 

“You don’t know my name. You don't even know if you're my type.” 

It takes every bit of courage to banter lightly with her.

“I think it's going pretty well. After all, I've got you sitting here with me instead of out there with those idiots. And I'd very much like your name.”

You smile despite yourself as you tell her your name, getting hers in turn: Natasha Trace, callsign Phoenix. Her callsign fits her fierce and confident personality.

“So what do you say about getting coffee with me sometime?”

Just before you're about to respond, you hear your name called from the bonfire. It's one of Vicky's friends calling for you and pointing at your sister. She's drunk, and you can tell she's minutes away from courting an indecent exposure charge. She's sitting on Bagman's lap and doing her best to eat his face right off. He seems like a more than willing participant. Your concerns have more to do with how her bikini is moving, how she’s only moments away from an indecent exposure charge.

“Fuck.” 

You turn to Natasha and smile. “I'm really sorry, but I have to…”

You make a vague gesture in your sister's direction.

“I understand. She needs you right now.”

You nod and begin to walk away, pulling your coverup out of your bag. But your feet don't let you move very far. What kind of person would you be if you let the best thing that's ever happened to you slip through your fingers so easily? You can't let her slip away. So you rummage in your bag for one of the notebooks you always carry with you and scrawl your phone number down on it, ripping the page away.

She looks surprised to see you again when you catapult yourself into her arms and kiss her soft lips. She tastes like the beer she was drinking earlier, and as her arms wrap around your waist, you sink into the kiss a little bit more. You feel like you never want to leave. Yet you know the longer you stay here kissing Natasha, the more time your sister has to make situations worse. Her friends may be cheering her on, but her fiancé won't be quite so magnanimous.

When you pull away, her cheeks are the same pink as earlier. Her lips are kiss-swollen, and her eyes are bright. You're sure yours are the same.

“Let's get that coffee, Natasha.”

You press the paper into her hands and hurry back up to the beach to take care of your sister. In the hilarity of pulling her away from Bagman and wrestling her into your coverup, you can feel eyes on you. They track you until you drive away.

There's a text on your phone when you get home.

Let's get that coffee tomorrow morning. Do you know Madison's Cafe? I'd very much like to kiss you again.

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Request for you!

You have your bi-awakening while dating Bob when he introduces you to Phoenix. Instead of being put off, he invites her to your bedroom…

A little arrangement

Robert "Bob" Floyd x Reader x Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

Smut under the cut! Mdni. Everyone feel free to send requests!

You've never thought too long or hard about your sexuality. You always had crushes on your Barbies, and sometimes your high school friends looked a little too kissable, but you always brushed it off due to your attraction to men as well. You liked men, and you didn't mind dating them, so why would you ever have reason to question your sexuality?

As you grew older, and left home to move in with your boyfriend, Bob, this question occurred in your mind less and less. You love Bob. He was the perfect gentleman, and he was always very kind and attentive.

You and Bob have been living together in California for 6 months now. You both enjoy the sunny state, and you are very content where you are. When Bob gets called to Top Gun, you share his excitement, and you celebrated together. What you didn't realize at the time, was that his front seater was going to be the most attractive woman you've ever seen in your life.

You had heard Bob speak very highly of his front seater, so when he invited you to their game of beach football, you happily accepted his offer.

When you got to the beach and stepped out of the car, you immediately complained about the heat. It was 93 degrees in California today, and it was extremely humid. You immediately took off your shorts and shirt so you could relieve yourself of some of the heat.

Bob leads you down to the shore to great his friends. You happily greet everyone. Everyone is very welcoming and accepting of you. "Where is your front seater? I'm dying to meet her." you whisper in Bob's ear. "She's right there." He whispers back and points to the parking lot.

You feel your breath hitch in your throat as you see the most beautiful girl in the world walking towards the group. The old, confusing feelings of your sexuality resurface the longer you look at her. She has a perfectly tones body, with beautiful brunette hair and gorgeous brown eyes. You realize you are staring when she walks up to you and Bob and introduces herself.

"Hi, you must be Y/N? I've heard so much about you. I'm Phoenix, but you can call me Nat." she confidently says as she sticks her hand out to shake yours. "Y-yeah! It's so nice to meet you!" you stutter out. Bob sends you a weird glance as you wipe your sweaty palms on your legs before returning her handshake. "Likewise, beautiful." she says, with a wink.

You feel your heart flutter in your chest as she walks away to go speak to Fanboy and Payback. Your entire face turns bright red as you realize how awkward you acted around her. Bob quickly notices your change in complexion "Are you feeling okay, sweetheart?" he asks worriedly. You brush him off as you blame it on heat exhaustion as you go to sit under your umbrella to watch the football game unfold.

For the entirety of the game, you can't help but look at how sexy Natasha looks playing football. Her disadvantage due to her height compared to the others does not stop her, as she quickly weaves through the sea of men with no difficulty. You desperately rub your thighs together as your eyes are locked on her bicep as she hugs the football. She scores a touchdown, and as she celebrates she locks eyes with you.

The rest of the night went very well. You didn't see much more of Natasha, because she was making rounds and talking to everyone in the room while everyone ate. "You ready to get going soon?" Bob says, and snaps you out of your haze. "Yeah, sure. I'm tired." you replied.

As you begin to stand, Bob pulls you back into your seat and whispers into your ear "Do you have a little crush on Phoenix, baby?" with a smile in his voice. You immediately freeze and begin stuttering, unsure of how to respond. He chuckles into your ear and says "It's okay, baby. It's totally normal". You sigh in relief as Bob tells you to go get settled in the car while he says his goodbyes.

As you get into the car, waiting for Bob, you find the ominous question back in your head. Why do you have these feelings for Natasha? Why does it feel so right? Your thoughts are quickly shut off when Bob hops into the car and slams the car door shut.

Before Bob can start the car, the back door of the car opens and closes. As you turn around to see who is in the car, you are met with Nat's smiling face. You feel your face heat up as you confusedly look at Bob. "I invited Nat over to our house for the night. I also told her about your feelings for her. Her and I talked, and we figured that maybe we could come up with a little... arrangement. Only if you're comfortable" Bob says with a smirk on his face.

Natasha cups your cheek and turns your head and locks eyes with you as she says "Do you want this? Do you want both of us?". Before she can even fully finish the question, you are already eagerly nodding your head with excitement.

Bob chuckles at your reaction as he starts the car and begins to drive away. "We can figure out the logistics of everything tomorrow, but for tonight we can just have a little fun, okay baby?" Bob whispers into your ear as he speeds down the interstate. The car ride is tense, so you find yourself getting nervous as you pull into the driveway of you and Bob's shared house.

Natasha opens your car door, and as you step out of the car, she grabs your waist and says "Bob and I will meet you in your bedroom in 5 minutes. When we get in there, you better be naked and on your knees next to the bed, okay princess?". You nod eagerly and rush upstairs and into your bedroom.

You quickly strip your clothes and eagerly fall to your knees, waiting for Bob and Natasha to meet you in the bedroom. A few moments later, Bob and Natasha open the door to see you waiting for them, just as instructed. They are both naked as they walk through the door, and you whine in arousal.

They both smile as they tower over you. Natasha puts her thumb on your lips and you open your mouth to suck on her finger. "Such a good girl. Bob, she's such a patient and obedient girl, don't you think?" Natasha groans. Bob nods in agreement as he mutters "She is such a perfect girl for us".

You feel giddy from the praise you are receiving, and Natasha retracts her thumb from your mouth as she orders you to get onto the bed. You happily get off of your knees and lay back onto the bed. Natasha climbs on top of you and begins pressing soft kisses onto your mouth. You happily return these kisses. Eventually the kiss escalates and she pushes her tongue into your mouth.

You feel yourself growing wetter as your tongues battle for dominance. Natasha presses kisses down your body until she reaches your tits. "Bob, eat her pretty pussy. Get our good girl ready for me" she mutters out between kisses and licks to your chest. Bob instantly agrees as he positions himself between your legs.

Bob begins with kitten licks to our clit as he inserts two fingers and curls them up, immediately finding your sweet spot. You let out a loud moan as Bob excitedly licks your clit with his tongue and is fingering your g-spot perfectly, while Natasha is sucking your nipples and pinching them in between her fingers.

The pleasure becomes overwhelming as they both enthusiastically please you at the same time. Your moans and whines soon become much louder, as you feel yourself being brought to the edge very quickly.

Just before you reach your peak, Bob retracts his fingers and tongue. You whine in frustration as Natasha also pulls away from your tits. Natasha mockingly strokes your head as she says "Aw, baby. You'll be coming soon, I promise".

She presses a haste kiss to your lips before climbing on top of you and sliding her legs between yours. Her pussy is just inches away from where you need her most. You let out a loud moan as she presses your clits together. Bob pants in the corner as he strokes himself at the sight.

Natasha rubs your pussies together with vigor. Your wetness easily aides her movements, and makes the pleasure more intense. Natasha strokes your sexes together aggressively and she lets out the most pornographic moans as she throws her head back. You take this opportunity to leave kisses on her throat.

This brings Natasha closer to her edge, and she begins moving faster, which brings you closer to the edge as well. You kiss each other, and moan into each other's mouths before you both come together.

Natasha pants and stills her movement before she turns her focus to Bob, who is a whimpering mess. His cock is an angry red, and his entire body is flushed. His hair is messy, and he has a look in his eyes of pure need.

"Are you gonna let Bob fuck you, angel?" Nat asks you as she gets up and stands beside the bed. "Yes, yes please fuck me, Bob. I need it right now" you whine out as Bob moves over to the bed and gets on top of you.

You and Bob let out a content sigh as he enters you. "Fuck, I'm not gonna last long" Bob groans as he sits back on his heels while he begins fucking you. Natasha takes this as an opportunity to give attention to your clit while Bob roughly fucks you.

Her lips attach to your clit, and your back immediately arches off of the bed. Bob begins thrusting harder and faster as Nat continues licking and sucking at your clit. You and Bob both let out loud moans as you come together, his cum filling you up perfectly.

Bob pants as he recovers from his orgasm, and he finally pulls out to watch his cum drip out of your pussy. At this time, Nat comes back from the bathroom with a washcloth to help you clean up. Once she has cleaned you, she helps you go to the bathroom, and then helps you get tucked into bed. Bob and Nat are on either side of the bed, while you are in the middle.

They both cuddle up to you, and you sigh in content. It is no longer a question. You have no doubt in your mind that you are bisexual. Your heart soars with pride at the thought. You give Bob and Nat each a kiss before you feel yourself drifting to sleep. Excited for the conversation in the morning about how you will be able to be in a relationship with these two amazing people.

Natasha “Phoenix” Trace work

a little arrangement

summary: you admit to bob that you have a crush on phoenix. so he decides to invite her into your bedroom. 18+