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illicitlimerence-writes · 2 years

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a man after midnight | p. gasly

pairing: pierre gasly x reader word count: 2.7k words request: nope. prompt: ice-cold cocktails + staying up till sunrise from this prompt list. warnings: not actual smut but like allutions to it, a loooot of abba and mamma mia! references (can you guess what i watched while writing this for inspo?) really really recommend listening to 'voulez-vous' and 'gimme! gimme! gimme!' whilst reading this lolol since this was inspired by the horniest songs in mamma mia (if this does well maybe 'lay all your love on me' could be a part 2 a/n: happy september first! happy return to hogwarts! august really slipped away into a moment in time. we have one summer fic left! (yes, i know summer is almost over buuuuuut, we’re about to enter seasonal depression and i feel like we all (me) need a little more fics about sunny days at the beach. (btw, after i’m done with the summer of love event i will focus all my energy into sorting out my masterlist) also! to all my french readers or ppl whose first language is french, the last sentence won't make much sense for y'all! sorry! (i mean, maybe? kinda? but like not in the way i meant it)

my masterlist / summer of love masterlist

greece had been a dream. you’d been planning for that trip for so long, it had always been a dream of yours to visit a place with such rich history and a lot of views that seemed straight out of a movie.

the first week had been dedicated to tourists attractions, athens, santorini, and finally, mykonos.

you decided to spend the last week of your trip there to wind down from the hectic and tiresome previous days. everything was perfect, the weather, the people, the food. one thing you still had to try out were the nightclubs.

you’d been sitting in your hotel, half past twelve, watching re-runs of a tv show. you had your window opened, the summer breeze was just cold enough to make the heat bearable. you’d been exploring the city early that day, and it had left you quite exhausted. once you got enough from the show you were barely paying attention to, you stood up, walking to the window and seeing the dark of the streets out. as you looked to the side, you saw colored lights, and through the distance, heard music playing. and it was like a lightbult went on over your head, like your prayers had been answered.

why were you all alone in your hotel when you could be enjoying a night out? even if it was past midnight, you were sure that the clubs in mykonos would welcome a tourist in need of fun, and you were sure you wouldn’t be the only one there.

you wore a black dress, one that hugged your body perfectly and made your confidence go sky high. your matching black heels clicked against the cobblestone streets as you made your way to a club, neon lights illuminated the dance floor, and the music playing wasn’t like the obnoxious booming the other clubs played.

you decided to go for it, if this place wasn’t to your liking there were many more options to go instead. after going through the bouncer, you smiled in relief. it was way past 1am, but there were not too many people, most of them were girls in big groups, and the guys there seemed decent at first glance.

you approached the bar and asked for a light, fruity cocktail to get started. you smiled in thanks once the bartender handed it to you, you brought it up to your lips, wincing a little as you swallowed the ice-cold drink. it was good, though, and it brought a smile to your lips as it helped fight the heat. so far, so good.

you walked to the dance floor, keeping to your spot as you swayed to the beat. it felt nice to let loose every once in a while. you drank some more, with less than a half still on your glass. you decided to save the rest for later, wanting to avoid the hassle of returning to the bar. you wanted to focus on enjoying the night, and the people welcoming you to the dance floor.

your eyes met clear blue ones, on the other side of the club. you smiled at him, and kept dancing as you looked somewhere else. a group of girls to your right invited you to join them, you agreed, walking a few steps towards them. after a few minutes of dancing, one of them grabbed your arm and twirled you around. you laughed, feeling eyes on you once she let go of you. you looked back, seeing the same guy still looking over at you. he was talking to, who you assumed, were his friends, but every few seconds his eyes and attention drifted away from the conversation, traveling to you.

you smiled, turning your back to him. in the dark of the club, with colored neon lights, he looked hot.

you downed the rest of your drink, excusing yourself from the group and walking to the bar.

“another one, please. ice-cold, just like the last one,” you asked the bartender, who nodded and started preparing your cocktail. you turned around, leaning your back against the counter, scanning the room for nothing in particular.

“this one’s on me,” you heard, turning your head to the side, you came face to face with the guy you’d spotted minutes earlier.

“oh, it’s okay, thanks,” you said, shaking your hand.

"please, it's just a drink," he insisted, "how about an exchange?" he asked, you raised an eyebrow.

"and what would you like in return?"

"how about your name?" he lifted a corner of his lips, his answer made you chuckle.

*smooth," you nodded your head, thanking the bartender. "(y/n),"

“i’m pierre,” he said with a gleam in his eye.

“nice to meet you,” you said, standing on your tiptoes to reach his ear, so he could hear you over the loud music.

“it’s your first time here?” he asked, moving so he was in front of you, his breath hitting the skin of your ear and neck. you nodded, giving him a small smile. “what do you think?”

“it’s beautiful,” you couldn’t stop the sigh that left your lips as you thought about this place that took your breath away when you thought about it, “do you live here?” you asked.

“no, i’m here on holiday too. i’m from france,” your eyes widened, a hot french guy in greece.

“i’ve been wanting to go there as well! but since i was little it’s been a dream of mine to come here,” you bit your lip as you looked into his clear eyes. “i don’t think i want to leave,” you admitted, laughing. pierre nodded.

“i come back here every chance i get. besides home i’d say this is my favorite place,”

“i haven’t left and i already want to come back,” you sighed, closing your eyes as you took a sip from the cold drink. “it exceeded all of my expectations. the movies don’t compare to the real thing.”

“let me guess,” he started, a smile on his face, “mamma mia?” he raised his eyebrows as his expression turned playful.

“guilty,” you nodded, “it’s one of my favorites.” you bit your lip, shrugging.

“it’s a good movie,” he lifted a shoulder, smiling. “do you want to dance?”

“with you?”

“i’m a pretty good dance partner,” he smiled wide, your eyes instinctively drifting down to his lips.

“maybe some other time,” you declined politely, “i’m quite tired,”

“just one song, please?” pierre placed a hand on your arm, “you won’t regret it,”

“i don’t like this one,” you shook your head, aware that you were playing hard to get.

a lightbulb seemed to go on over his head, his eyes widened a little as a smile settled on his face.

“stay here,” he told you, and walked away, you lost sight of him once he mixed with the crowd of people dancing. you stayed there by the bar, enjoying the last of your drink. you paid for both of them, since it had been a few minutes and pierre still hadn’t returned.

you decided to go back to your hotel, stepping down the few steps leading to the bar. your head perked up once you heard a familiar song begin. the people on the dance floor recognized it as well, since they started cheering and dancing to the beat. you turned to the dj, to the guy next to him, who stared at you with a smirk on his face.

a song from ‘mamma mia!’ playing in greece. how predictable.

you laughed, shaking your head as pierre made his way to you. he offered his hand, a smirk on his face.

“you can’t tell me you don’t like this song,” he had a gorgeous shine in his eyes, that popped up against the white shirt he wore. the first three buttons were undone, letting you see a good portion of his chest, a golden chain reflecting with the lights.

“fine,” you gave in, letting him guide you to the middle of the dance floor, as you walked, grinning, you couldn’t help but think how fitting the words of the song he chose were to your situation.

now is all we get. nothing promised, no regrets.

“voulez-vous?” you heard his voice in your ear as he twirled you around, keeping your back pressed against his chest. you chuckled, feeling a chill running down your back. you decided to play along this game, moving your hips side to side, placing your hands on top of his, drifting them down your body, settling them on your waist. he held on tighter, throwing caution to the wind and placing a kiss to your neck.

you turned around, throwing your hands around his neck, fingers curling on his golden hair.

“i know what you think. ‘that girl means business so i’ll offer her a drink. looking mighty proud, i see you leave your table, pushing through the crowd,” you sang, pushing your body closer to his, as he couldn’t help but smile, aware of the accuracy of the words.

when you first landed in greece, the last thing you expected to do was dance with an attractive frenchman, who held you both delicately and posessively, who asked the dj to play a song from your favorite movie only to dance with you.

maybe it was the lights, the drinks you’d had, the suggestiveness of the song, that gave you the courage to raise to your tiptoes and place a quick kiss to his lips.

it took him by surprise, at first, but amusement filled his face as you moved your hands to grab his face, singing the next verse with your lips touching his.

“ain’t no big decision. you know what to do. la question c’est ‘voulez-vous?’,” you raised an eyebrow, almost daring him to make the next move. it felt like the rest of the club had blurred away, and it was only you and pierre, it didn’t matter that you two only met each other minutes ago.

it’s like the song said. nothing promised. no regrets.

his lips on yours felt like being lit on fire. it was hot and messy, full of need and curiosity.

just one night. one night of being careless, of losing fear and daring to step out of your comfort zone, to experience something new. something without promises, without regrets and what ifs.

“do you want to?” he translated it for you, his breathing was heavy and hard as he leaned back, one of his hands was holding the back of your head, something you missed as he kissed you.

the song encouraged you. take it now or leave it. now is all we get.

when else will you get a chance like this?

you answered by pressing your lips against his, your hand finding his as you walked back, leading him out of the club.

throwing your head back in ecstasy, a smile formed on your face as you felt pierre’s lips on your neck, placing quick kisses, combined with soft bites all over your skin. you were both breathing hard, trying to catch your breaths after three intense hours of exploring each other.

everything ached. you dropped down on top of him, your breasts pressed against his chest as exhaustion took over your body. he circled your waist with an arm, turning you over so your back now rested against the mattress and pillows.

“any regrets?” he asked, leaning his weight on his elbow as he stared at you.

“no, nothing.” you shook your head, a blissful look on your face as you bit your lip, thinking about the past few hours.

“good.” he said, leaning in to kiss your cheek. he moved back, leaving the bed. you took advantage of the view, not believing the amazing times you would’ve missed had you not agreed to go with pierre. “the sun is rising,” he said, bringing you out of your thoughts. you turned to him just in time to see him pulling his boxers up.

“no way,” you made a sound that was a mix of a gasp and a chuckle, “it’s 5:30am,” you looked down at your phone, “no wonder everything hurts,” you dropped your head down on the pillows, feeling the bed dip as pierre sat on it, you felt his face against yours a second later.

“i hurt you? you should’ve told me, i-”

“no, no,” you placed a hand on his chest, “you didn’t hurt me, it’s just… it’s been way too long since i, you know. and for so long, as well,” you reassured him, watching the way his face changed from worry to pride. “stop,” you placed a hand on his face, laughing as he grabbed it and pressed kisses all over it.

“it has been a true pleasure, honestly,” his voice somehow got lower, huskier.

“i can say the same thing,” you laughed as he dipped his head down to kiss your neck, throughout the night you’d noticed that he really liked that spot, and you were sure that the skin there was tender and most likely, red or bruised. not that you minded. the sun sneaked in through the windows of pierre’s hotel room, and you realized that was still something you hadn’t checked off your greece bucketlist. “i want to see the sunrise,” you said, your hands on pierre’s shoulders. he looked back, seeing the scenery through the window, and when he looked back at you he pressed your body against his, your legs around his waist instinctively, and carried you out to the balcony. bedsheets around you and everything. “wait,” you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck, but he didn’t stop, he sat on the floor with you on his lap.

“ma belle wanted to see the sunrise, and that’s what we’ll do,” he smiled, proud of himself. you couldn’t hold back a grin, so you leaned your head against his shoulder, seeing the sky change colors, your head moved up and down to the beat of pierre’s steady breathing. “i had a great time last night,” he said after a few minutes of silence. your lips curled up as you lifted your head.

“me too. i mean, if it wasn’t obvious,” you chuckled, feeling heat rushing to your cheeks. “i’d never done something like this before,” you confessed.

“what?”

“a holiday hookup,” you looked at the sky, watching as it settled into a golden daylight. the sky turning its usual shade of bright blue.

“ah,” he laughed, “and what did you think?”

“i think you’ve ruined it for any other guys in the future,” you chuckled.

“well, that’s a confidence boost,” he leaned his head back against the wall, a cocky grin on his face.

“like you need it,” you joked, “i think i should get going,” you said, but made no attempts to actually get up.

“will i see you again?”

“maybe.”

“maybe?” he asked, his hand playing with the skin of your back, trailing his fingers up and down.

“i haven’t left yet and you already want to meet me again?”

“yes. today, and tomorrow, and the day after that. i liked you. and i liked… what we did all night.” was he blushing? you swore you saw a pink tint on his cheeks. “and if that’s okay with you, i’d like to use the time we have here to get to know you better.”

you were left speechless for a few seconds, but the sincerity in his voice calmed your fears.

“don’t go sharing your devotion,” you leaned forward, brushing your lips over his. “tonight. same place. midnight.”

“okay. yes, perfect.” his eyes widened a little in excitement. “i will be there.”

“good.” you nodded, “i don’t have anything planned for today,” you raised an eyebrow, hoping he’d understand what you were trying to say. the way his eyes shifted from happiness to… want told you everything.

“you’re gonna love the bathtub, i think it’s big enough to fit us both,” he declared, standing up with you in his arms, walking you to the bathroom. he tossed the bedsheets to the side once he reached the door. “voulez-vous?” he asked again, you only nodded in reply.

since that night, you couldn’t listen to the song without thinking about pierre. and your friends and family couldn’t quite decipher why you came back home speaking more french than greek.

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genevawren38 · 1 year

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✨Greetings all!✨

It is time to show Eret some love and appreciation for all they do, so I am announcing this event based around our wonderful Monarch.👑

This is going to be run May 24th through May 31st, and is welcome to all creative types!

You will be given one song prompt then make the choice between one of two duos including Eret and one of three alternate universes to base your stories and pieces in.

More TEAEvent details below;

If you can please post your work to #TEAEvent2023 on the Tumblr tag and the AO3 Collection 'TEAEvent2023' if you write something!

This will be run and moderated by myself, @musicgeneva38eva38 and @toxictitties, so if you have any questions about the event please feel free to contact us!

Rules for The Eret Appreciation Event 2023;

1) No N/S/F/W, N/F/T or Boundary Breaking content.

2) Use common sense!

3) Be nice to each other and Eret, this is meant to be a kind and fun event!

4) This is a platonic event, no serious shipping please.

May 24th / Day 1 of Event;

Your song prompt: Mykonos - Fleet Foxes

Your duo choices; Eret & Wilbur OR Eret & Eryn

Your alternate universes to choose: Coffee Shop / Café OR Musician OR Childhood Friends

May 25th / Day 2 of Event;

Your song prompt: Control - Halsey

Your duo choices; Eret & Foolish OR Eret & Fundy

Your alternate universes to choose: Villain OR Reincarnation OR Gods/Goddesses

May 26th / Day 3 of Event;

Your song prompt: The Moss - Cosmo Sheldrake

Your duo choices; Eret & Tubbo OR Eret & Tommy

Your alternate universes to choose: Fae OR Pirate OR Superhero

May 27th / Day 4 of Event;

Your song prompt: Can I Call You Tonight - Day Glow

Your duo choices; Eret & Sneegsnag OR Eret & Ranboo

Your alternate universes to choose: Library OR Mer OR College

May 28th / Day 5 of Event;

Your song prompt: Soda - Nothing But Thieves

Your duo choices; Eret & Aimsey OR Eret & Purpled

Your alternate universes to choose: Tattoo Artist OR Bakery OR Werewolf

May 29th / Day 6 of Event;

Your song prompt: Wide Awake - Katy Perry

Your duo choices; Eret & Technoblade OR Eret & Philza

Your alternate universes to choose: Paranormal OR Mystery OR Vampire

May 30th / Day 7 of Event;

Your song prompt: Creature - half alive

Your duo choices; Eret & Niki OR Eret & Quackity

Your alternate universes to choose: Witchcraft OR Dragons OR Flower Shop

May 31st / Day 8 of Event;

Your song prompt: A Little Wicked- Valerie Broussard

Your duo choices; Eret & Ponk OR Eret & Awesamdude

Your alternate universes to choose: Guardian Angel OR Apocalypse OR Gladiator

I will open the AO3 collection on May 23rd [EST] for the sake of time zones and plan to retweet as many of the event pieces as I see

I hope you have as much fun with this event as myself and Toxic had planning it. I look forward to seeing what you all create!

Good luck and have fun with it!

I will do a few reminder posts closer to the date, I would greatly appreciate sharing this around if you wish to participate!

It would make my whole year if we can show Eret just how much we love all they do for us with some creative pursuits of an amazing creator <3

Playlist of all the songs on Spotify!

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romanoffsbish · 2 years

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Chapter 51.7: … Mooning 🌚🥵

Chapter 51.5 | Masterlist | Chapter 52 | Words: 6,762

Oral—Face riding, Mommy kink, Swearing, Nipple play, public nudity, Strap use—Breeding!!

TW: Briefly unwanted male attention/touch, swearing.

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—Mykonos—Greece—

We'd arrived to Mykonos, Greece, after an excruciatingly long flight, at about 12AM the following day, perfectly timed for our check in. Natasha had picked out my outfit for me, having apparently done extensive research on "party attire." As I stare at it I'm thinking it's more about wanting me to be wearing a scantily clad outfit. It's literally a lacy red bralette midi shirt, a pair of matching panties, and black booty shorts.

"Natty, are you sure this is the whole outfit?" I shout from the bed, as I slip my flats on, having drawn the line with her at heels for a day on the beach.

"Oh, yes, most definitely..." She cheekily replies, as she enters the room and pulls me in for a sweet kiss by my bare hips.

"You look beautiful baby girl..." She coos, as she gingerly places her lips over a deep mark on my shoulder from last nights events.

"My marks are on perfect display for everyone to see..." She whispers against my skin, as she traces her thumb over another mark on my hip.

"... Everyone will know you're mine, and that way I can enjoy this outfit out in the open..."

She drops her hands to my ass, and pulls me against her, then she smashes her lips to mine fervently. She pulls back far quicker than I'd dreamed of, and laughs at my desperate whines.

"Baby, we have a full day of partying ahead of us...."

"You're such a tease..." I groan, as I grab my fanny pack and follow her out of the door.

Nat's POV

"Sex on the beach for my lady, and a cosmo for me please." I beam to the bartender, sneaking glances to the dance floor to see Y/N's tipsy form dancing like an idiot.

"Here you are ma'am." The younger man behind the counter says, and I cringe at the term, but smile nonetheless as I grab the drinks and return to my wife.

"Natty!!!!! You're back!!!" She screeches, throwing her arms around my neck, and nearly knocking the drinks from my hands.

"Yes, detka, I've returned from my long winded mission." I chuckle out, while leaning forward to kiss her soft lips.

She swiftly parts her lips, granting me immediate access, but I choose to restrain because I have a feeling that if I deepened the kiss now, we wouldn't make it to our dinner plans in an hour...

"Darling, you're insatiable." I groan against her lips, as she pushes her front against mine.

"Fix it then." She breathily challenges me, as she pulls my bottom lip between her teeth, and I squeeze my eyes shut tightly to rid my mind of the intoxicating thoughts.

"Detka..."

She heeds my shaky warning, pulling away with a gentle smile, and faux innocence swirling in her eyes. Then she just rests her head against my chest as she gently sways us. I thank the heavens that she'd allow me such peace, even if only for just a brief moment.

The song shifted into something a bit more sensuous, so she pulled back and began to taunt me with the enticing sway of her hips. I watched on, while sipping upon my cosmo, and imagining all the ways I could take her tonight. She smiles at me from across the floor, and my gaze falls to the set of hands reaching towards her. I saw as her face contorts into disgust as a man pulled her back against her front.

He screeched at the sensation of Y/N's powers, as she instinctively went invisible at the touch. She'd been better at controlling when her powers went off, but the alcohol in her system, mixed with the distasteful touch clearly caused her fight or flight to go into overdrive. Once she'd come back into my view, I set my empty glass down, then angrily made my way towards the scene.

"What the fuck was that?" The man slurs, with a heavy Greek accent, and he attempts to make another reach for Y/N. I wrap my arm around her and pull her into me protectively, and glare his way.

"Don't fucking touch what's not yours." I grumble, while pushing the man 'slightly' and watching in amusement as he struggles to remain on his feet.

"You American's are freaks." He slurs, as he takes off—stumbles—out of the bar, as if he's not the weirdo here, but I sigh in relief for the remaining women in the bar.

I scoff, slightly offended to be jumbled in with the American comment, but I just laugh along with the chuckling beauty against my chest.

"He called us freaks, but he's the one who doesn't know how to keep his hands to himself."

"You.. He called you a freak." I tease, laughing boisterously as she tries to fight her way out of my hold, but I just keep her close regardless of her 'protests.'

As my laughter dies down, I feel as her body slightly tenses in my arms, so I move to run my hand up and down her back.

"Are you okay detka?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." She sighs, but she contradicts herself, as she pulls back and looks up with a pouty lip, and gentle eyes.

I lean down, kissing her like she clearly wanted me to, and she instantly sighs against my lips. Our lips move gently against one another's, her hands found residence in my hair, and she gently scratches at my scalp.

"You hungry yet, moya lyubov'?"

"Yes, very." She mumbles against my lips, an air of flirtation is present in her tone, and I pull back to playfully glare at her as she giggles.

I drag her out of the bar, pulling her towards the restaurant I'd strategically picked for us, and I laugh at the way she can't seem to keep up with me.

"Jump on detka." I say, as I come to a stop, and she looks at me with a questioning gaze, but jumps up nonetheless.

I grip under her thighs tightly, and smile to myself as I feel her nuzzle into my back. Drunk Y/N's a rarity, but she's honestly my favorite, always far more snuggly and I'll honestly never tire of her arms around me.

We eventually reach the restaurant—Krama—and I set her down gently, then pull her indoors.

Κrama: a Greek word which signifies the harmonious marriage of parts that create a concordant ensemble.

As I look over the menu, I smile at their mantra, then I quickly find myself distracted by the sounds of Y/N playing with the silverware.

"Detka, pick your food..." I chide, trying my best not to laugh and give her a reason to think that this is okay.

"Natty, look, I built a quinjet." She beams, completely ignoring my instructions, and I placate her with a glance at her jumbled stack of forks and spoons.

"Good job, now try to pick some food." I try to reroute her.

"Oh, I thought my wife was picking for me."

I smile at the way she says wife, and I reach out to link my hand with hers on the table.

"I can, if that's what you wanted."

"Please." She lowly whines, while staring at me with glazed over eyes, and I slyly slide a glass of water in her direction.

"Drink some water dorogoy..."

She complies instantly, slightly chugging the glass down, so I quickly slide mine her way as well. As much as I love my drunk, cuddly Y/N, I'd like to avoid overly emotional, tear stricken Y/N while we try to have a romantic dinner.

I ordered her the chicken fillet that's served with aromatic butter and stuffed cannelloni with mushrooms, and Mykonos "louza" which is just prosciutto, and pine nuts. For me I ordered the Porterhouse steak, medium rare of course, and for my sides I got the mashed potatoes, and buttered vegetables. Then I ordered an additional side of fries, in case Y/N's not into the 'fancy' sides, since she can be rather picky when drunk.

Y/N sobers up rather quickly, after about three glasses of water, and the entirety of the fries. The food arrives shortly after, and everything is rather perfect.

"How's your steak Natty?"

"It's perfect, wanna bite?" I ask, while twirling my fork around with a rather nice piece hanging off.

She nods, then leans forward with an open mouth, and my thoughts turn devious once more. Her lips wrap around my fork, and she slowly pulls the meat off, and moans at the taste. I can tell that it's a genuine response, but whether she's teasing or not, it has the same effect on my body.

"Wow, that was delicious!!! Do you wanna try my chicken?" She asks, completely oblivious to my state, and I simply hum in response, and use my fork to collect a cut piece from her plate.

"So, what's next on the agenda?"

I look down at my phone to check the time, briefly becoming sidetracked as I stare at my current lock screen. It's a recent photo from the night of our wedding, Y/N was still in her wedding dress, completely passed out on the couch, with her body curled around a sleeping Gus. The smile on my face naturally takes its place as I revel in the domesticity of it all. Y/N's sudden clearing of her throat pulls me back to the moment, and I look up to see her quirked brow and playful smirk.

"Well, it's um 5:30PM moya lyubov', so I'd like for us to go down to the water, maybe we can catch the sunset, then we can just spend some quality time together, before we return to our room." I stammer out, as I fumble in my bag, then settle a more than enough payment down on the table, then pulled her squealing body out of the restaurant.

Y/N's POV

Nat and I walked hand in hand through the beautiful town of Mykonos, specifically in the Chora district, which is known for its partying culture. We were enjoying the early beginnings of the lively nightlife that began to fill the surrounding streets.

Ever the spy, Natasha would tell me all about the random unsuspecting individuals. Then she'd prove herself right with Stark technology, and I'd repeatedly remind her how creepy it is, but she'd brush me off and continue on her journey with her unique skillset.

"Detka, I'm telling you, that's definitely a tourist from California, more specifically LA!"

"You know, Natty, I'm going to say I believe you, because I've learned not to doubt you." I sigh out, finding her unbridled enthusiasm about this honestly hilarious.

"Smart girl..." She teases, then shrieks victoriously as FRIDAY confirms that she is indeed a 'Valley Girl' from Calabasas, CA.

We continue to walk through, passing by a multitude of clubs, shops, and eateries until we eventually arrive to a bus stop, that shuttles us to "Elia Beach," which happens to be around the same resort we're staying at.

Natasha pulls a blanket, and pillow from her bag, making sure we're seated away from onlookers, then she settles it into the sand. She sits down first, then reaches up for me, and I glide into her lap so we can watch the sunset.

The beach is rather full as people are pouring in, drinking and partying, and as I look around I became rather aware that it's a clothing optional beach...

"Darling, would you like to try something rather adventurous with me?" Natasha questions as the sun falls just below the skyline, and I can just hear the mischief in her tone.

"Depends... What would that adventure entail?" I hesitantly ask, as I turn to face her to find her eyes swimming with deviance.

"Two words..."

She whispers into my ear, and my body slightly shivers.

"... skinny dipping..."

"There's a rather empty area of the beach just about 50 feet to the left, and I suppose it could be rather fun. I've never found it worth my time, but I find that with the right woman it's actually rather enticing."

I nod against her shoulder, not entirely trusting my words, and she scoops me up and throws me over her shoulder and makes a beeline for the vacant corner of the dimly lit beach.

Nat's POV

Before Y/N could change her mind—which would be totally fine—I raced us over to the empty side of the beach and began to shed my clothes, opting to leave myself in just my undergarments for a brief moment.

Y/N just stood there watching me like a lovesick idiot, practically drooling, so I decided to play with her a little bit.

"Catch me if you can..." I seductively whisper, as I run off and toss my bra at her face.

I turn back to see her scrambling to get out of the tightly fitting shorts, and bralette midi, before she's racing into the frigid water after me.

"Oh! Shit!" She gasps, as the temperature of the water registers in her mind, and I pull her into my embrace to preserve any warmth we'd have between the two of us.

"Come on detka, it's not that cold..." I laugh out, while rubbing my hands up and down her arms to create friction.

"Says you, Elsa the freaking ice queen! How about you say that to my rock hard nipples Natalia?!" She shrieks.

"Gladly..." I husk out, as I grip her up by her thighs and she instinctively wraps her legs around me.

I quickly appreciate the darkness that surrounds us, as we share this intimate moment together, in the quiet of the night, interacting as if we're the only ones here.

Y/N gasps, digging her nails into the nape of my neck as I gently suck over a fading mark on the side of her neck. I quickly kiss down to her chest, then jolt her higher up on my body and latch my lips around her nipple as I suck harshly and her body arches into mine.

"Natty.." Y/N breathlessly moans out.

I hum around her nipple, urging her to continue, as I kiss my way over to her other breast.

"I-I might enjoy the drink, but there's absolutely no way in hell I'm having sex with you on the beach." She stutters out.

"Why's that?" I playfully whine, as I let her nipple go with a pop, and give her my full attention, because I'm honestly in complete agreement with her.

"For one, it's so unsanitary.... Then there's the illegal part, I could just see it now 'Avengers 411–Black Widow, and the Invisible Stark arrested for engaging in coitus in public—Are our heroes really this careless? Lastly, I'm freezing, my vagina's going to shrivel up!!!"

I laugh loudly, honestly uncomfortably as it's so deep I find myself cramping, and I work to regain control of my breathing.

"Detka... Coitus? Really? I mean I agree, though my reasoning is slightly different. There's no way in hell I'm sharing your beautiful noises with the world." I lightly chuckle out, then run out of the water with her still wrapped around my hips.

I grapple the towel off the sand, and loosely throw it around us, before haphazardly grabbing our belongings and slamming them into my bag.

"Hold on tight..." I quip before racing us back to our hotel room for a night of unimaginable fun.

—

I slam her into the bed, and waste no time in reattaching my lips to her nipple. Her body arches off the bed, and I use my other hand to hold her down, and that's when I feel just how cold she really is. I lift her back up, and carry her to the bathroom, where I hold her body up against the wall with mine as I slam my lips to hers.

I continue to move my lips against hers with vigor, while I lazily reach for the shower, and hold my hand under the stream until I deem it warm enough. As the water hits her skin, she hisses against my lips at the drastic change in her bodies temperature.

"Is it too hot?"

She vigorously shakes her head from side to side, pushing her lips against mine with even more force, and rolls her hips against my abdomen. I groan against her lips as I feel the warmth radiating off of her core, and I tap her thighs in silent instruction.

She reluctantly drops her legs until she's stood in front of me, and I immediately drop to my knees to be met with her dripping core. I gently rearrange us, allowing the shower water to stream down my back, and throw her left leg over my shoulder, and lean her backwards to use the wall for leverage, while I surge forward to lap at her folds.

Her delicious moans fill the space around us, while I devour every last drop that her dripping cunt has to offer me. My tongue dips down and into her entrance with ease, I swirl it around within her, and she instantly tightens the grip she has in my hair and a rather loud moan falls passed her lips.

"Shit, mommy, please don't stop.. I'm close.." She whimpers out, and the way she does so sends a pang of arousal straight to my core.

Her pleas spur me to move even faster, as I trace my tongue across her slit, swirling it over her clit, and relishing in the way her body jolts in response to me. Two of my fingers slip into her with ease, and her velvety walls cling to them, as my lips then wrap around her clit. Her legs began to tremble, and I knew she wasn't lying—she's close.

I smoothly trailed my other hand up her abdomen, until I was able to palm at her breasts. I gently kneaded at them, while I continued my sinful ministrations below. I was thrusting my fingers into her at an unrelenting pace, moving within her in a come hither motion with every few thrusts. Her walls clenched tightly around my fingers, so I began to scissor them from within, then I sucked harshly on her clit, while pinching her nipples between my thumb and pointer finger in quick succession.

"Fuck!" She cries out as a choked moan swiftly follows.

Her legs nearly give out, as her orgasm comes crashing over her and I use my mouth to catch every last bit of her delectable essence. I slowly continue to pump my fingers into her, as I prod at her walls, attempting to help her ride out her orgasm for as long as possible. Once her moans began to fade into whimpers, I pull my fingers out and use my other arm to hold her up, but she slowly drops to her knees in front of me. Before I could slip my drenched digits into my mouth, she gripped my hand, then guided my fingers to her panting lips instead. She slowly pressed them into her mouth, then she slowly ran her tongue in between them, as she sucked every last bit of her arousal off of my fingers.

As soon as she released my fingers, she gently smirked, and I lunged forward to capture her lips with mine for an intense kiss. I ran my tongue across her lower lip, I moaned into her mouth instantaneously once she'd granted access and I was able to taste her once more.

"God, Y/N, I don't think I'll ever be able to get enough of you..." I groan against her lips, while my hands grip her hips in a bruising manner, and she smiles widely into the kiss.

"You know, mommy, I was just thinking the same thing..." She whispers against my lips, as her hand palms at my breasts, and her lips attach to my pulse point.

We get lost in each other for the zillionth time this trip, completely overlooking the now freezing water cascading down our bodies as we melt into each other once more...

Nat's POV

—Paris—France—

Our last destination was the place where all of this love making had started, and it is where we're staying for an entire week.

I'm taking her to have dinner at the Le Jules Verne, located on the second floor of the Eiffel Tower, then back to our hotel for an extra special night of fun.

The restaurant has a dress code, so I used that as an excuse to purchase a fancy outfit for my gorgeous wife. After we finished our water conserving shower together, I'd left her alone in the restroom to get ready, while I used the bedroom space and vanity to get ready myself.

Y/N's POV

Natty had given me a garment bag, and upon opening it I found myself rather stunned. It was a gorgeous suit set, in a rose gold color, and it shimmered under the light. She'd paired it with a tight fitting white top to go beneath the jacket, and a pair of wedges in a color to match the suit. After I'd handled my skincare, and applied a light layer of makeup, I'd put the suit on, opting out of a bra, and settled upon a lacy black thong for my bottom. Then I sorted through some jewelry; I layered my hand with an ensemble of stackable gold rings, with a simple layered gold chain to match around my neck, and a simple diamond studs in my ears. I ended with curling my hair, then I placed a white beret atop my head to fit in with the ambiance of France.

I walked out of the bathroom to find Natty dressed in a simple black dress, but she's always had the ability to make the simplest of things shine—like me for example.

It hugs her curves perfectly, and is lowly cut so I have ample viewing of her supple breasts.

"You're drooling." She teases, as I avert my gaze back up to her face to see her playful smirk, and the wink she throws me.

She extends her hand to me, and we walk out of the hotel doors and into the cold, evening air.

Dinner is nothing short of romantic, as the table is adorned with a vase of roses in the center, and a chic black tablecloth sits beneath it, and atop the cloth is the silverware, wrapped beautifully with white cloth napkins. The lights in the level of the tower we were on were dimly lit, allowing us to take in the gorgeous views outside. Natasha and I, upon arrival, were sat at a 'premium' table, and were then gifted a bottle of wine on the house—well, the tower.

Dinner was served to us in a subsequent order, five savory hour d'oeuvres, and two dessert-esque ones later and we were far from full. The food was exquisite for sure, but the concept of snacks equating to dinner has always been funny to me. We'd thanked the servers, and once again Natasha paid—against my protests—then we walked, hand in hand, back to our hotel nearby. On our journey back my mouth immediately salivated at the scent of a street dog cart nearby. I dragged Natasha out of our way in search of the delicacy, and purchased two for the road for us.

"New York's are better." Natasha teasingly states, as she tosses her wrapper away, and then in the blink of an eye she pushes me against the door of our hotel as it shuts.

"Strip, and wait on your knees on the bed, mommy has quite the surprise in the works." She husks into my ear, and as soon as she moves out of my way I swiftly take off for the room.

Natasha seems rather nervous, and it's honestly filling me with an untraceable sense of anxiety, as I sit on the bed like she'd instructed me to do. Well, partially, I decided to leave myself in the lingerie I'd worn for her, thinking she'd enjoy the prospect of it all.

Nat's POV

While she scrambled off to the room, I collected the special refrigerated briefcase I'd brought with us. Y/N and I were adamant on starting a family, so I'd began working tirelessly with Bruce and Cho to find a solution to our situation. After many nights in the lab, and the magic that is science, we were able to creat a genetic substance reminiscent of sperm, that I could use to impregnate Y/N. Tony's drunk comments at the wedding had a specific meaning, because he'd actually helped me to create the prototype—the double sided dildo—that I'm using tonight.

It's a concept he was initially gagging over when I'd introduced it, but once he matured slightly, he was able to look past it and help me. Straps that cum have existed for awhile, but this one is astronomically better. Basically, once I'm thrown over into my orgasm, and my walls clench around my side, the substance will spill out of Y/N's end and directly into her. If it all works out, then in about nine months time we'll have a bundle of joy to commemorate our month of intense love making.

I steady my breathing, trying my best to hide my obvious nerves, then I walk into our shared space, and lose my breath once again at the sight of her so prettily displayed for me.

"Oh, detka, you always look so good when you're on your knees for me."

Her low whines were honestly pitiful, and in the same turn, they were practically music to my ears. I took slow strides towards the bed, then I reached out to cup her cheeks, and placed a gentle kiss to her lips.

"So... I have a new toy for us, and I'm about to use it fuck our future kids into you, would you like that detka? Want me to fill that pretty pussy up with my cum?"

I felt her frantically nodding her head up and down, but I wanted to make it clear to her that I'm being dead serious.

"Moya lyubov', use your words for mommy, because there's no going back after I use my special gadget that Bruce, Cho and Tony all collaborated with me on."

"Natasha, I'm all in..." She whispers, as her breaths fan across my exposed collarbones, and I reach behind her to unclasp her bra to release her breasts.

"That's what mommy wants to hear sweet girl... Now, before I fill you to the brim, I want you to ride my face..." I instruct, wanting nothing more than to taste her again, and more so I want to really prepare her for my strap.

I push her shoulder lightly, until she topples backwards, and I am able to see her already drenched panties.

"Shit detka, all this talk of fucking my babies into you has got you this wet?" I groan, as I then lean down to lick a strip up her clothed core, and smirk as her hips buck upwards in search of friction.

"Yes mommy... I want you to fill me up so bad..." She practically shouts out, and a new sense of urgency fills my body.

"Soon.." I growl out, before yanking her panties down her legs, then pulling her to her feet.

I lay down with my head against the pillows, and then I beckon for her to make her way over to me with a welcoming smile. She seems hesitant to ride my face, always unnecessarily worried that she's going to somehow hurt me, no matter how much I reassure her that I'll be fine.

I mean... Asphyxiation by pussy sounds like a pretty cool way to die...

"Detka, be a good girl and serve me my dessert." I rasp, and she shyly shuffles the rest of the way up until her core's directly above my eager mouth, and her scent all but consumes my senses.

She could honestly take my strap with ease right now, but not until I get my taste of her. I wrap my arms around her outer thighs, using my hands to grip her and firmly hold her open. Then I pull her down until my mouth makes direct contact with her dripping core. I groan at the taste of her arousal as it drips onto my tongue, and her body shivers atop of mine as I slowly ease my tongue into her entrance.

The nonstop sexual escapades we've been partaking in has proven to make her extremely sensitive; her walls clench around my tongue almost instantly, and I have to work overtime to thrust into her. I swirl my tongue around, prodding at her walls, her hips instinctually move against my tongue, and I can't fight the smirk that takes its place on my face.

"Oh my gosh, mommy, I'm already so close.." She gasps out, as she mercilessly uses my face to get off, I gladly allow it.

Her hips move at an incredibly unsteady pace, her unsteady breaths fill the air, and my heads reeling at the notion of being used for her pleasure. I move to flatten my tongue, as I nudge my nose against her clit, successfully pulling a wanton moan from her lips. Then I hear as her upper body falls into the headboard, and her legs attempt to clamp around my head.

"Detka, are you gonna cum for mommy?" I hum against her core and I can vaguely see her vigorously nodding her head up and down.

"Use your words moya lyubov'."

"Yes.. Wanna cum for you so badly mommy.." She stutters out.

I abruptly shove my tongue into her entrance, and trail my hand over her thigh, so that my thumb can reach her clit. Her arms and head are leaning against the headboard, giving me a perfect view of her face. My tongue swirls within her, nudging at her velvety walls, while my thumb rubs tight circles against her clit, and I watch her face contort at the same moment her walls trap my tongue in place. One last press to her clit has her mouth falling open as she gasps, and her eyes firmly squeezed shut in succession.

“Fuck…” She groans, as her orgasm comes flooding out, and I suck in the entirety of what she has to offer up.

I continue to prod at her entrance, and lap at her folds, even with the whimpers that fall beyond her lips, and I only pull back when I feel the way her legs shake around my head. I tap her shaky thigh, and she lifts up the best she can, and shimmies down.

I grip at her hips, and in one fluid motion I have her back to the bed, and am now hovering above her. I press quick kisses down her jaw, stopping at the space beneath her ear, before I suck a mark directly below it.

“I’m going to fill your pretty pussy up detka, gonna put a baby in you…” I breathily whisper against the shell of her ear, smirking as soon as I feel her body shiver beneath mine.

“Fuck, mommy, I need you…”

“I’m right here baby, tell me what you need..” I rasp, as I trail my lips back up her jaw, until our eyes are locked on one another’s and she whimpers under my gaze.

“Inside… Need you.. Please.. Fuck me!” She incoherently mumbles, and I chuckle at the state she’s in.

“As you wish…” I groan, and smash my lips to hers, while my hand slides down her body.

I guide the thick strap across her dripping core, collecting her abundant arousal so that it can pass her entrance with relative ease. I push the strap passed her entrance, and swallow the throaty moan she releases as my strap stretches her out.

“Are you okay?” I whisper against her lips

“Mhm..” She hums, with tightly squeezed eyes, and I slowly thrust a bit more of my length into her, as my mouth absorbs the whines that tumble passed her lips.

I trace my tongue across her bottom lip, then push my tongue passed her suddenly parted lips, and begin to suckle on her tongue as a means of distraction as I rut my hips into hers until I’ve officially bottomed out.

I pull my hips back slightly, then thrust back in as I get her body used to the movement.

“Please more…” She attempts to mumble, but it really just comes out a blabbering mess until I release her tongue.

“What was that dorogoy?”

“More… please…” She chokes out, as I am sucking on her pulse point, then I smirk against her skin before pulling out completely.

Within a second of her whining I’m slamming my hips back into hers, and pulling the moans I so desperately desired from her lips. I begin to roll my hips, at a teasing pace, wanting to drag this out ever so slightly as I find the greatest pleasure in her body writhing beneath mine.

I quicken my pace, as my body burns with a craving for the delicious friction, and I release a groan as the strap hits my gspot just right. I then lift Y/N’s legs, throwing her calves over my shoulders, and she screams in pleasure as the strap continues to hit her at the optimal angle.

The coil in my abdomen tightens with every filthy noise she sputters, and I’m well aware that I’m nearing my state of euphoria. Y/N’s hips start to move in uniformity with mine, and the strap begins to stroke against my g spot with every thrust she meets. My mind starts to fog, and I latch my lips to hers for some sense of grounding.

“Mommy’s gonna cum baby, gonna have our happy ever after after I put this baby in you…”

She hums against my lips, then without warning she aggressively juts her hips and my vision blurs as my walls clench around the portion inside of me, and a guttural moan escapes passed my lips. I fall into her, causing the strap to deepen within her and she screams in immense pleasure as the strap releases inside of her, beautifully painting her walls.

Our lips meet in a frantic kiss, as we both continue to move our hips against one another until our pleasure fades out into an overstimulated pain. I reluctantly pull back, pulling the drenched strap out, and ogling at the mix of her arousal that spills out along with the artificially procured semen.

“Oh detka, such a filthy fucking mess you’ve made…” I groan, as I use my fingers to scoop it up, and shove it back in.

She whines at the intrusion, but she’s patient and allows me to refill her pussy back up with the excess spillage, as she works to regain her breathing.

“I love you so much Y/N/N… I’m so happy we found each other, and I can’t wait for our glorious future together…”

“I love you most Natty… You’re my angel” She sleepily mumbles, and I smile down at her with adoring eyes.

I gently kiss her cheek, then leave to set up a bath for us, while her legs are propped up on a multitude of pillows for the time being.

Y/N's POV

The following morning I awoke to Natasha's head on my chest, as her hand was beneath my oversized shirt, aimlessly rubbing circles against my belly.

"Good morning Natty..." I whisper, and her head slightly shifts so she can look up at me.

"Good morning dorogoy..." she sighs out.

"Do you think it worked?" She whispers into the calm silence, an air of vulnerability ever present in her tone, and I tighten my arm around her that had been loosely lying there.

"Well, darling, there's no way to tell just yet, but even if it didn't—we have the rest of our lives to continue trying" I genuinely reply, feeling a wave of happiness rush over me at the mere thought of our prospective children to come.

"I promise I'll never tire of it..." I playfully add on, lightly trailing my nails across her bare skin, as I chuckle at the sound of her groans, and she buries her face into my chest.

"Aren't your legs like broken?" She playfully grumbles, and I laugh even harder.

"Oh Natty, if you wanted a closed legs policy just ask, I can swear to a life of celibacy just for you. I only want for you to be happy." I deadpan, and as expected she reacts with the speed of a cheetah.

She's now straddling me, as she stares down with eyes full of faux fear, because neither of us would ever follow through with a celibacy pact...

"That's not a promise of happiness detka, it's more a means of torture!" She playfully shouts, but her eyes scream sincerity, and I just fall into a fit of giggles beneath her.

"Glad to know we're on the same page." I eventually get out, as my laughter subsides, and she leans her forehead to mine.

"Seriously though, I really hope it worked." She breathily whispers against my face.

"Me too..." I whisper back, and slightly tilt my face until our lips meet in a sweet kiss.

She sighs against my lips, as we lightly make out, neither one of us moving to deepen it; simply just enjoying the pleasures of having our lips connected. Eventually her soft kisses trail down my jaw, until her lips land to place a firm kiss to my pulse point, then she gently lays her body down on mine and sighs in contentment.

"Cuddles.." She sleepily mumbles, and I pull the blanket over us, and find peace in the vibes of this obviously lazy day.

—

The rest of our week here was spent innocently exploring, and it all flew by far too quickly. Alas, all good things must come to an end, so now we're packing up, and making our way back home.

April 2015

—Manhattan—New York—

Wanda's POV

Y/N and Natasha are due home today, after a month of exploring, and I'm absolutely ecstatic!!! I missed my besties, and in all honesty Yelena's absolutely insufferable.

I am sat on the couch, reading my book on parenting, since that's the next step for my OTP—best friends—and I toss my book aside once I sense their presence.

Natasha enters first with a content smile, as she's wheeling in their suitcases and accompanying duffles sat atop. Y/N enters next, wearing an oversized hoodie and shorts, while looking absolutely exhausted, and she's also slightly limping.

"Y/N/N, what's wrong?" I ask, noticing Natasha's smirk from my peripheral, as she sips on the lemonade I'd just made and Y/N looks up at me.

I notice the trail of hickeys on the only portion of her collarbone that's visible to me, then I see her thighs are painted in the same marks. The limping immediately clicks, and I am unable to leave before she speaks.

"My—My vagina's definitely broken." She croaks out, while heading straight towards the freezer and subsequently pulls out an ice pack.

"Oh my gosh, I'm going to Kate Bishop's!" Yelena screeches, as she races passed my stunned body and slams the door shut.

"Dr. Raynor?... Two o'clock tomorrow? Yeah, please feel free to bill this session to the 'Natasha's an idiot' checking account linked to my file, ignore the default 'Tony's reparations payout." I state to my psychologist, then turn to face the women that always find a way to cause me pain when returning from trips.

The sight of them cuddled up in the kitchen is enough to soften the blow, and I make my way over to make my way into their cuddle sesh.

"I love you guys, even if you bring me pain." I groan out and they simply chuckle, while cuddling me in between them.

I feel this odd additional presence in the room, and after a minute of it lingering it clicks in my mind...

"All three of you..." I murmur, then they both gasp at my announcement, and I feel Y/N's arms tighten around me, and Natasha's fresh tears hitting my exposed shoulder.

Welp, good thing I had my book handy...

—————

I decided to keep with the stories theme of back and forth POV's for this chapter even with it being smut 😂

I prefer writing smut in 2nd POV but I'd like to think it worked out quite well regardless 🤪

One chapter left, and I’d say it’s about 1/3 of the way done, with the ideas mapped out. ❤️

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Babyyyyyyyy this is some soap opera level Rich White People mess HERE. He told her ass “I know you’re in love with him sexually and mentally” IN FRONT OF THEIR FAMILY AND FRIENDS.

Italian high society in shock as millionaire banker throws ultra exclusive engagement party at Turin villa - only to make accusations against fiancée in his speech

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Millionaire banker Massimo Segre accused his fiancee of cheating on him in front of distinguished guests

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Italian high society has been left reeling after the wedding of a millionaire banker in Turin took a dark turn, when the groom accused his bride of cheating in a speech at the engagement party causing a huge public spat between the pair.

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Massimo Segre, 64, gathered guests at his mansion in Turin, to celebrate his upcoming nuptials to Cristina Seymandi, 47.

But instead of the usual loving speech you may expect to hear about a bride-to-be, Massimo instead accused his future wife of cheating, to the shock of Torinese high society.

Over a lavish banquet, he said: 'I want to give Cristina the freedom to love.

'Specifically, to love another person; a notable lawyer, who she clearly cares about more than me'.

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'Dear Cristina, I know how much you are in love with him mentally and sexually,' he added.

'And I know that before him you had a relationship with an industrialist acquaintance.'

Stunned, Cristina looks around the room of some 150 guests for support as her fiancé shares painful photos of his partner with another man.

'Don't think it pleases me to look like a cuckold in front of all of you,' Massimo then tells his friends, clearly devastated by his partner's alleged betrayal as the event goes silent.

'Cristina is so good at telling her truths, that I couldn't leave her alone to narrate the reason why I'm ending [our] life together tonight.

'It's a banal story of infidelity, even premarital. I am so disappointed,' he says. 'I am heartbroken.'

View galleryMassimo was seen reading a prepared speech in Turin about his wife's alleged infidelities

View galleryA moment of shock as Cristina looks around, accused of having an affair with a lawyer

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He then wishes her well, before telling her to go to Mykonos with her lover, as it is already paid for.

As soon as the speech finished, the lights dimmed and Massimo left the stage.

Italian media reported that guests were annoyed at being 'used' as part of the show.

Stunned guests stared on in silence unsure what to think.

Since the engagement party, a video taken by one of the guests has gone viral, leading to Cristina to become the subject of death threats.

In a letter to the director of the Zona Bianca TV news programme, Christina said Massimo had committed an act of 'psychological violence' and had 'meticulously planned his revenge'.

She added that she had a valuable sapphire ring given to her by Massimo's mother to mark their engagement which had 'mysteriously disappeared' 15 days before the party.

Speaking to the Times, Cristina's adviser said she will be taking legal action for 'reputational damage' against he former fiance.

'She has suffered very serious attacks on social media and threats from Italian citizens. It has been traumatic,' she said.

View galleryCristina Seymandi, an entrepreneur and politician

View galleryMassimo is pictured (right) in a post on Instagram

Her lawyer, Claudio Strata, added the banker had 'intentionally humiliated her'.

'The letter was read out in front of dozens of people and it was captured in a video that was sent to the newspapers. We don't think this was improvised.'

Massimo categorically denies having published the video, let alone having allowed it to be filmed.

He has since accused Cristina of stealing €700,00 (£598,000) from the couple's joint account, but she says the money was transferred with his consent before the relationship ended.

Cristina snapped back after the event in an interview with La Stampa.

She said that the bags for Mykonos 'were already packed' and urged onlookers to reserve judgement: 'Within every family, the dynamics are very complex and difficult to understand from the outside.'

She said at the time she thought: 'He's gone crazy'.

'He was very tired at the time,' she said.

'I am sure there's someone behind him who fanned the flames. In short, manipulated him.'

She also noted: 'The work stands and I can't afford to lose it.'

'My professional life requires me to react and remain lucid. I will think about possible protections in civil and criminal matters.'

Cristina summed up: 'It was a farce, let's face it. Serious things are resolved another way.'

'Now I will consider whether to sue him,' she said.

Viviana Ferrero, former vice president of the Turin city council and friend of Cristina , described the put-down as a 'sexist lynching'.

She said: 'Two things hurt me, the end of a beautiful love story and the lynching in which Cristina it's been going on for days. A sexist, chauvinist, violent, horrendous lynching.

She went on: 'Dirty laundry is washed in the family and they, even if for a short time, were a very special family.

'And they could have been one of the most beautiful couples there were, because they combined so many qualities.

'I don't rejoice when the rich cry.'

Massimo's mother, Franca Bruna Segre, was also known as a key figure in Italian finance, at the top of Banca Intermobiliare before her son became its financier.

The 64-year-old is also a director of Directa Sim, a company dealing in online trading, and has involvement in other sectors including health and media.

Complicating matters, Cristina is professionally tied into some of these businesses, listed on LinkedIn as a director of Directa Sim since February.

She also has been named CEO of Savio Thesan Spa, a company she joined by taking over his shares through the recently established Hope SRL.

Cristina is the daughter of a renowned accountant from Turin and has held roles in politics and business over an eventful career.

View galleryCristina looks on as Massimo accuses her of having an affair with an unnamed lawyer

In 2021, she backed the mayoral campaign of centre-right candidate Paolo Damilano in Turin, who promised to make her deputy if he won.

Damilano lost in the run-off to centre-left candidate Stefano Lo Russo, and as a candidate for councillor Cristina was able to collect only 318 'preferences'.

Segre and Cristina met around the time of the pandemic but had their wedding delayed twice as a result.

Finally, the plans had been made and 'around 200' guests invited to the lawn overlooking the Mole Antonelliana, a landmark in Turin, to finally announce the date in October.

But what started with general thanks to the audience for coming took a sudden turn when Segre took the chance to out his partner.

Massimo Segre's speech in full

'Tonight, I'd like to gift Cristina the freedom to love. To love a person, a known lawyer, who she clearly cares more for than me, and who I think managed to become obnoxious just to avoid slighting me.

'My dear Cristina, I know how in love you are, both mentally and sexually, how did you manage to self-confide? And I know that before him you had a relationship with a well-known industrialist.

'My dear friends, don't believe that this pleases me to be a cuckold in front of you all, but Cristina was so good at telling her truths that I couldn't leave it to her to tell the narrative of why I will be leaving her tonight.

'What did she say to her poor mother? Because the woman became afraid that her daughter was no longer safe to sleep with me. And so what did she say to all of you that drove away the truth? It's a banal story of infidelity, even premarital.

'I am very disappointed, heartbroken. I blame myself for not having understood how a woman can't really love you if a marriage puts you against your own children, with who I have painstakingly tried to recover a relationship that has deteriorated in these three years.

'My dear Cristina, go to Mykonos with your lawyer, be happy with him, you know it's all paid for, like how he paid for the trip to Vietnam with your daughter, a splendid young lady who I am very disappointed to have been involved in this situation.

'I confirm, if you want, when you return we could evaluate how to continue a professional collaboration, however our story ends today.

'I wish you happiness with your new partner and to continue shining in the world that you have done all these years. Sorry to you all and good night.

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Character Intro: Clymene (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- Mother of Secrets by the people of Olympius

Mrs. Famous by Aphrodite

Red by Iapetus

Age- 44 (immortal)

Location- Mykonos, Olympius

Personality- Clymene presents herself publicly as a no-nonsense woman with a hard glamorous exterior to match. Anything less than perfection is unacceptable. She's devious, cunning, and manipulative.

She has the standard abilities of a goddess except shapeshifting. She has a few powers and abilities like gauging a person's social capital with just a touch, summoning microphones, spotlights, and speakers, & teleporting through a blinding flash, similar to a camera.

Clymene is married to Iapetus (Titan god of mortality, pain, & death). At this point, their "relationship" is purely for show. He recently made a semi-permanent move to the Underworld to provide care for their son Prometheus (Titan god of forethought) as he goes through his daily punishment. They have three other sons- Atlas (Titan god of strength & endurance), Epimetheus (Titan god of afterthought), and Menoetius (Titan god of rage, violence, & rash actions). Even though she cares for her sons, she's a better businesswoman than she is a mother. She's recently come into the temporary custody of her granddaughter Aidos (goddess of shame, modesty, humility, & respect). She keeps her opinions about the child's mother Pronoia to herself, though Clymene's dislike for her is well known. She's not at all close to her other grandchildren- The Hyades, Deucalion, & Calypso, mainly due to her overwhelmingly busy schedule. Clymene does keep in touch with her son Epimetheus' kids- Prophasis (goddess of excuses) & Pyrrha even though she also doesn't like their mother very much. When Pyrrha was born, she gifted her a pacifier made out of Imperial Gold & studded with diamonds!

It's no secret to anyone in the pantheon that she's been carrying on an affair with Helios (Titan god of the sun) which started after he was helping her scout properties in Skyros. Despite this, Clymene refuses to be seen with him at public events.

Clymene is the founder/editor-in-chief of Modern Olympus magazine- the most read publication (and #1 magazine) in the country right after The Oracle newspaper. She's also the founder of the Olympian Gala- the biggest annual fundraising gala for the benefit of the country's Museum of Art Costume Institute. Her other businesses include owning the biggest production company and talent agency! She has a line of luxury designer handbags & luggage (Megaleio), where there's often a waiting list to purchase a handbag. She also has a skin care line marketed towards women over 40 called Platinum Luminescence- where all the products contain the faintest drop of ambrosia! She’s released her first fragrance, simply titled Fími. A notable thing is the white gold/gold hardware perfume bottle. The fragrance has notes of floral amber, coco de mer, & ylang ylang. A 250 ml bottle sells for 900 dracmas! Clymene has recently dipped her toes in the culinary industry by opening her own high end eatery called The Luxe. It has high end luxurious sweet treats & food as well! There’s currently two locations- in the Skyline neighborhood and in the state of Olympia. There are plans for a new store in Mykonos. The Luxe has its own official website.

She has her own glamour doll collectibles!

A common price tag for a Megaleio handbag can be 8,000 drachmas! The most expensive bag in her brand is a bag made entirely out of rose gold in the pattern of crocodile leather. The bag's handles (as well as the rest of the bag) is adorned with close to 1,200 miniature diamonds. It costs a whopping 5.5 million drachmas!

Clymene's most esteemed work was the docu-series her production company released, which is about the Titanomachy. Notable subjects that were interviewed in the piece include Gaia (goddess of the earth), Rhea (Titaness of fertility, motherhood, & comfort), and some of the Titans that originally sided with Kronos (Titan of the harvest, time, & fate). Critics noted how emotionally raw they felt after watching.

She has approached Rhea with the idea of having her very own docu-series to "explain her side of the story", but so far, Clymene hasn't heard back from her.

A favorite frozen treat for Clymene is champagne sorbet dusted with edible gold!

Even though she detests Zeus (god of the sky, thunder, & lightning), in public, she strokes his ego.

Clymene has an honorary star on the Pantheon Walk of Fame.

Her go-to drink is a classic martini. She also likes champagne, vodka tonics, white wine, and bellinis. Her usuals from The Roasted Bean are olympian sized flat whites & iced vanilla lattes.

Clymene loves using the Olmorfia ambrosia sheen gloss spray on her long flowy red hair.

She can't stand the Theia (Titaness of sight & heavenly light). Her best friend is Mnemosyne (Titaness of memory & language). Clymene is the singular godmother to The Muses. She's also good friends with Kéfi (goddess of mirth), Matikós (god of performance), Leto (Titaness of demurity & motherhood), Panigýri (goddess of festivals), Orthosia (goddess of wealth), Evimería (goddess of prosperity), Hybris (goddess of insolence, hubris, & reckless pride), Bronte (goddess of thunder), Rhapso (goddess of sewing), Aígli (goddess of glamour), Lyrikós (Titaness of voice & song), Pagoniá (goddess of ice), Astrape (goddess of lightning), Philotes (goddess of sex, friendship, & affection), Litismós (goddess of culture), Phoebe (Titaness of prophecy, the moon, radiant intellect, & mystery), and Dione. Clymene was a mentor to Pheme (goddess of fame). Their relationship has evolved past "mentor/mentee" and into a mother/daughter relationship of sorts. There's an underlying sense of jealousy, on both sides. She also mentored Cleta (goddess of whispers).

In her free time, she loves tanning, sunbathing, going to the spa, shopping, dinning out, yachting, visiting the art galleries, museums, and opera, & watching TV.

Clymene sees cooking as a nuisance, so she eats out often- only eating the best of the best. One of her favorite meals being beluga caviar and a "golden" grilled cheese- french bread soaked in Dom Perignon champagne then baked in with 23K edible gold flakes. It's then stuffed with caciocavallo podolico, a rare delectable cheese. The sandwich is then brushed with white truffle oil. The meal comes with a 4,000 drachma price tag.

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Whitney Wolfe Herd: How the Bumble boss changed the dating scene

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By Imran Rahman-Jones & Shiona McCallum

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Out of adversity comes opportunity, so the saying goes.

For Whitney Wolfe Herd, that meant taking a difficult exit from online dating app firm Tinder – which she sued for sexual harassment – and setting up Bumble, her own rival company with a focus very much on women.

Nearly a decade and a billion dollar fortune later, Ms Wolfe Herd announced this week that she is stepping down as Bumble’s boss.

But it is a bittersweet moment. In an interview with the BBC before she made her announcement, Ms Wolfe Herd lamented that, as a group of young women who came up in tech in the 2010s, not many are left.

“It is disappointing to see just how little women have advanced,” she said. “I’ve watched the fall of what people call ‘the girl boss era’. That’s tragic.”

However, Bumble will still be led by a woman – Lidiane Jones, the former boss of Slack, will take over as chief executive while Ms Wolfe Herd will stay on as executive chair.

‘Outdated dynamics’

When she launched Bumble in 2014, unlike other apps at the time, it was focused on female empowerment in the dating scene – where women who date men would have to make the de facto “first move” to message a new match.

“The gender dynamics of dating and romance still seemed so outdated. I thought, what if I could flip that on its head?” Ms Wolfe Herd wrote in a 2020 blog post of the app’s conception.

Less than seven years later, Ms Wolfe Herd would become the world’s youngest female self-made billionaire.

A 2017 Bumble ad campaign encouraged women to “be the CEO your parents always wanted you to marry (then find someone you actually like)”.

Ms Wolfe Herd chaired panel talks, created networking events and promoted women in business.

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Her Instagram shows her taking her young sons into Bumble HQ, appearing on magazine covers and hanging out with the likes of Hollywood A-lister Reese Witherspoon.

“I don’t really look at my life as a division of work and personal. I blend it,” she recently told the BBC.

“And maybe that works for me. And maybe it doesn’t work for someone else. But I will tell you, it is hard.”

Before Bumble

Ms Wolfe Herd has said that in the past her life has “been pretty dark”.

She has previously said that her ambition “comes from abusive relationships”, referring to a boyfriend she had as a teenager (her ex-boyfriend has denied all the claims).

Shortly after exiting her role at Tinder she launched a legal case accusing another of the co-founders, whom she had been in a relationship with, of sexual harassment.

Tinder’s parent company, Match Group, denied the claims but paid around $1m to settle the dispute.

“I was super depressed, I was paranoid,” she said of that time, telling the Diary of a CEO podcast that she didn’t leave the house for three weeks and was “drinking too much”.

She says she was pulled through by her now-husband, Texas oil heir Michael Herd.

She was also supported by Russian entrepreneur Andrey Andreev, founder of dating app Badoo.

Ms Wolfe Herd did not plan on making another dating app, but it was Mr Andreev who convinced her.

They flew to Mykonos in the summer of 2014 with some ex-Tinder employees and worked on the idea.

Within a few months of her leaving Tinder, Ms Wolfe Herd had launched Bumble.

She was 25 years old. By the age of 31, she would – for a few months at least – be a billionaire.

Making the first move

The majority of the company’s staff in the early days were women – a rare sight in the tech world – and its brand was based around female empowerment.

Bumble’s defining feature was that after a match, women would be the first to message.

It was designed like this to give women more control in the online dating space, but over time has sought to become more gender inclusive – allowing anyone to message first in same-gender matches or those between two non-binary people.

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The app bans users who body shame others, and similar to other dating apps, it uses AI to detect nude photos sent in private chats and lets the recipient choose to view or block the images.

It backed women’s safety campaigns, such as calling for cyber-flashing to be made illegal in the UK and EU. The UK did make it a criminal offence under the Online Safety Act 2023 after calls from multiple campaigners.

But it wasn’t all plain sailing.

In 2019, Andrey Andreev sold his majority stake in Bumble’s parent company and left the business after Forbes investigated allegations of a toxic and misogynistic workplace in the London office.

Mr Andreev denied the allegations against him. Ms Wolfe Herd said at the time that she never saw any toxic behaviour in the office, adding: “Andrey has never been anything but kind and respectful to me.”

The app’s user base grew, and by 2021 it had over 40 million profiles on it. It created apps for friendship – Bumble BFF – and business networking.

Badoo was later incorporated into its parent company, Bumble Inc, and when Bumble Inc went public in February 2021, Ms Wolfe Herd became a billionaire overnight.

She held her young son as she rang the Nasdaq bell and yellow ticker tape cascaded around her.

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Shares traded for about $75 back then.

But by November of that year, they were worth less than half of that and Forbes reported that she had lost her billionaire status.

Now, despite growing revenue and an increase in users who pay for extra features, the share price is under $14.

Match Group, Bumble’s rival that owns Tinder and Hinge, has also seen its share price drop in that time.

Perhaps it’s a sign of the inherent difficulty in the online dating business.

If the apps work well, people get together and stop being customers.

If they do not work well, users may become disillusioned and eventually delete them.

The future of Bumble

Bumble already uses AI to filter out pictures or messages that violate its policies.

But Ms Wolfe Herd says they will be taking it to the next level in the future.

The focus is to facilitate better interactions on the app – “coaching people” as she puts it – through suggesting better photos, bios or even chats with other people.

She wants to use AI to help “teach people and show them and guide them, how to behave better” and to “instil confidence in all of our daters”.

She adds: “How can generative AI actually get you into a healthy, empowering, productive conversation, cut through the noise, cut through the friction? And then get you offline?”

It’s also a recognition that what people want is face-to-face meet-ups – whether through the dating app or through the friendship or business apps.

However from January, it will be Ms Wolfe Herd’s successor, Lidiane Jones, who has to deal with these issues on a day-to-day basis.