#i firmly believe this is the moment buck had his first “oh” moment

[sadgayeddie]

[lvndrdaaze]

any virgin ororon x virgin f!reader thoughts? if you write nsfw of course 🫣

bestie... I had so many thoughts on this, and I hope you enjoy 💜

wc: 2.5k

Ororon's thoughts on sex were confused - in nature, it was a simple biological act of reproduction, of continuing a species, and he knew he wasn't prepared for children yet. However, in his time with the Fatui, some of the more vulgar agents drunkenly described the pleasure and thrill of it in ways that made his naive cheeks turn pink - he couldn't help but feel curious. Did it really feel that good?

In a similar fashion, the people of his tribe described it as a spiritual experience of two souls reaching out and touching each other in a way that brought the purest form of ecstasy known to humanity. This opinion had always led him to believe that sex simply wouldn't be for him - what pleasure could a broken soul provide, or even experience?

But a short while into your relationship, something started to happen to him. A simple touch from you had always set his heart racing, but somewhere along the way that rushing blood began flooding down to his cock, making him stir and twitch in his jeans. He found that he couldn't take his eyes off you when that happened, that the plush of your thighs suddenly seemed so inviting and the mere thought of your cleavage made him throb. 

Ororon touched himself to the thought of you, sprawled out across the bed in his messy bedroom as images of you flashed through his mind. His leaking cock twitched, precum lubricating his rapidly pumping fist as obscene moans echoed around the room like a reverberation of the pleasure he was experiencing at his own hand. He came the first time with a surprised shout of your name, his back arching off the mattress as he spurted thick, hot fluid onto his own stomach and chest. He didn't know all that much about sex, but he knew it was firmly on his mind now.

So, he was the first to mention it out of the two of you. "Have you ever had sex?" He asked bluntly one afternoon, and he was surprised to see the pink tinge to your cheeks and hint of shock in your eyes. Hadn't you been thinking of it too? He had assumed that you were, but now he wasn't so sure... But then, you answered his query with a faint shake of your head.

"W-why do you ask?"

Ororon may be naive, but he was no fool. He could recognise interest when he saw the glimmer of it in your beautiful eyes, heard it in the tremble of your voice. The seemingly innocent question was an opportunity, a door you were holding open for him. 

"I haven't either, but I've been thinking about it lately." He answered in that same nonchalant tone he always used. "With you, specifically. Have you ever wondered what it would be like?"

You blushed even more, taking your soft lower lip in between your teeth, and that was all it took for things to begin.

Ororon was gentle and a little clumsy as he figured out how to touch you for the first time. His kisses were chaste and experimental until his fingers traced over a spot on your inner thigh that made you gasp, and he was welcomed to the wet heat of your mouth. Oh, the taste of your mouth, the slickness of your tongue against his... his cock was throbbing, painfully hard in his pants, and he wanted nothing more than to see if your pussy was just as warm, just as inviting.

He wanted this to be good for you, though. So, he restrained himself for just long enough to tug your panties down your legs and familiarise himself with your slick heat. With your legs spread apart and his face level with her, he stared at the wetness gathered in your folds, hardly even noticing the way you trembled in anticipation. He hadn't even touched you yet, but the sight of you already soaked had him fascinated, and he darted his tongue out to taste the tempting, glistening flesh.

The sharp moan you let out at the contact was more than he could have ever dreamed of hearing. Within moments of registering the sweet tang of you on his tongue, he was bucking his hips against the mattress as the lapping motions of his tongue grew more persistent, and he moaned openly against your cunt with every dull pulse of pleasure that built in his gut. His eyes were closed in a pornographic image of contentment as he feasted, his fangs grazing over your twitching pussy and his hands gripping your thighs tighter than he intended as he held them open.

Ororon was equally concerned with your pleasure and his own. He explored every fold of your sweet pussy with his tongue, grinding the wet muscle around the clenching hole whilst trying to memorise the feeling and taste of it all, all whilst he humped the mattress with a growing desperation. The sounds you were making were fascinating to him - did this really feel that good to you? It felt incredible to him, so incredible that he knew he would probably cum in his pants like this if he kept going for much longer, but how good could it really feel to have someone's mouth on such a private part of your body?

At least, that was what he thought until you pushed his head away with a shaking hand and decided it was his turn. The moment your lips, wet and pink like petals in the morning dew, wrapped around his hot, needy tip, he was gone. Gasping and whining like a tragic little puppy, his fingers found their way into your hair with a surprising strength and anchored themselves there, grounding himself as you ran your tongue around the sensitive tip of his cock experimentally.

It wasn't a particularly talented blowjob, yet Ororon sobbed when you worked him only halfway into your mouth, sucking lightly and hardly bobbing your head due to the fingers gripping tight to your hair - and then he was barrelling towards the edge. The feeling of approaching an orgasm in your mouth was so intense, so much more powerful than with just his hand, that he didn't even think to warn you, and only realised his mistake when you let out a muffled yelp around him.

"Oh... sorry." He mumbled, flushed and expecting an earful from you about how inconsiderate it had been - but then he saw the glimmer in your eye.

"It's okay." You whispered, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of your messy lips, and you ran a hand up his thigh in a way that could only be described as sinfully alluring. "Do you want to keep going?"

"Yes." He answered immediately with a sweet little nod and wide eyes that stared at you. "Can we, please?"

You nodded, and Ororon had never been quite so excited in his life. Helping you out of your clothes felt like peeling open his first ever Bulle fruit, shipped all the way from Fontaine... it was new, and exciting, and he couldn't wait to delve in and taste everything that the sweet flesh had to offer. 

You helped him undress similarly, and he grew even harder just from watching you tugging at his tight jeans with a groan of frustration. Maybe you were feeling just as desperate as he was right now. He helped you to get them off, shucking them onto the pile of clothing on the floor with a heavy thunk, and suddenly you were both naked and nervous.

Ororon's hands found your cheeks as he knelt between your parted thighs, holding your gaze unwaveringly. No matter how difficult you looked to resist all spread out like this, it was your comfort that was his priority.

"Please... tell me what feels good. I really have no idea what I'm doing." He murmured earnestly. 

His hips slotted easily between yours, and he quickly figured out the best way to hold his weight without crushing you with it. With one arm reaching to wrap a fist around his already throbbing length and the other anchored to the bed beside your head, he angled it towards you, dragging the thick head through your soaked folds, but a whimper from you caused his actions to pause.

"Sorry, did I hurt you? Am I going too fast? We can stop, if you want to." Ororon asked, panicked and anxious. 

"N-No, it was just... new. It felt good." You assured him, your chest rising and falling rapidly, and he relaxed a little.

"C-can you..." he mumbled as he tried to find where to aim his tip a little clumsily.

Your hand joined his around his cock, and guided him towards your entrance. He felt it catch, felt the very tip slip into your warm, wet heat, and his teeth sank into his own lip. If this was what just the tip felt like, how was he going to last once he was inside you?

The process of working his way in was slow and overwhelming. Ororon had never even considered whether his dick may be bigger than average, but slipping it into your tight pussy inch by inch seemed to take forever. His hands clenched on the sheets as he watched it disappear inside your fluttering hole, and he tried his best to bite back every whimper he wanted to let free just so that he could hear your breathless moans. 

Finally, his slow rock into you was stopped as his pubic bone met yours, his aching cock fully enveloped in the warmth of your most sensitive area, and the feeling took his breath away. He could feel all of you, every ridge and bump, every twitch and clench, all accompanied by the sound of your heavy breathing mixed with his... and he understood the appeal of all of this now. He had never been so truly connected to anyone before, both literally and metaphorically. Even his broken soul was far from the forefront of his mind as he leaned down, one arm still caging you in beside your head and the other intertwining his fingers with yours, giving a reassuring squeeze.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his soft voice coming out far hoarser than he had intended.

You nodded, blinking up at him with those perfect eyes, glassy and hooded with the overwhelming sensation of being stretched around him.

"Yeah, Ororon, please..." you whispered, hooking your knees on either side of his hips and pulling him somehow deeper, as though this was natural to you. "Y-you can move..."

He released a shaky breath, and gave a slow, experimental roll of his hips. His cock dragged along your inner walls sinfully, pulling out only a couple of inches before pressing back into the addictive wetness, and he moaned, loud and obscene. 

Everything he had heard about this act seemed to make sense all at once. It was instinctual, the need to bury himself deep and never leave, just like the animals in the wilderness. It was joyous, something he wanted to gush about to anyone who would listen, just like those Fatui had. But most of all... it was spiritual. He was inside you, and it felt incredible. His tribe were right.

He kept his pace slow and deep, never withdrawing all the way out of you before canting his hips forward until his pubic bone pressed against your twitching pussy, drawing out the sweetest sounds from your lips. It took a little while to truly find a rhythm, simply because of how distracted he was by all of the different stimuli going on, all the new sights and sounds and scents - Archons, no one had warned him about the smell that clung to the air, heady and sweet.

Eventually though, he found a pace that worked for you both. One of his hands found its place on your waist, pulling you in gently against his thrusts. The sounds you were both making were loud and uninhibited, and it only made him more desperate, more in love with the experience.

"Hah... I'm, ah, I can't stop," Ororon whispered, staring down at your expression; your parted lips heaving pants and moans into the air, your eyes glazed and heavily lidded - you were a picture of obscenity, and he imagined he looked similar.

"D-don't stop, Ororon, please," you whimpered, and he felt himself throbbing inside your gummy walls, the end he had become so familiar with in recent months coming ever closer, and it was far more intense than it had ever been with just his own hand.

He picked up the pace, grunting and moaning hoarsely with every plunge of his cock into your cunt. The sound of every collision, that heavy wet squelch, was driving him wild. 

"I... oh, I'm c-close," he whined, ducking his head down to kiss at the curve of your shoulder, the perfect column of your throat. "A-are you going to..?"

"Yes," You gasped, squeezing your eyes shut and nodding frantically, "yeah, oh Archons, I-I'm close..."

He moaned, and without thinking, bit down on your shoulder, sinking his fangs into the soft, smooth skin. It felt primal, he couldn't explain it, but it seemed like it was the right thing to do, because suddenly you were clenching around him, crying out in bliss and gushing around his cock as you came.

Ororon kept going, kept thrusting his hard length wildly into the sopping hole until he could feel his release approaching, it was right there... then at the very last second, he pulled out of the warmth of your pussy, barely having time to wrap his fingers around himself before he was cumming, gasping and spurting thick lines of cum over your stomach. His body twitched and bucked, his eyes closed under the weight of it all for a few moments.

Then, he collapsed back down, hardly even bothered by the sticky sensation between your bodies as he laid atop you like a blanket.

"Wow... I had no idea it would feel so... powerful." He mused quietly, his voice a breathy whisper against your collar. He pulled back slowly, looking down at you with unrestrained affection. 

"Me neither." You whispered back, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Archons, you were so pretty.

"W-was it good for you, too?" He asked softly, his gaze falling to the marks left my his teeth on your shoulder. "Oh, I'm sorry... did I hurt you? I really didn't mean to, I just, I don't know what came over me..."

But you shook your head, looping your arms around his neck to pull him down closer, until all he could focus on were the tiny details of your face. The soft flutter of your lashes, every tiny freckles on your face, the flyaway strands of hair that tickled his cheeks as he leaned in.

"It didn't hurt at all." You whispered, brushing your lips against his. "It was amazing, Ororon. You were amazing."

His heart could have exploded in his chest right then; he knew in that moment that he would never be able to get enough of this, of this feeling of warmth and connection and love.

[amalainse]

"life spring"

— gojo satoru

tags ට lite somno (consensual), praise kink, pussy job, riding, vanilla and full of so much love its gross, morning sex, lowkey sub satoru, established marriage, fix it fic of sorts

a/n ට i listened to hozier the entire time i wrote this. so thats how you guys know im serious about the vanilla sex.

───⠀౨ৎ this is the married life that gojo deserves and it's his and sometimes he can't believe its all real. (1.4k wc)

the room glows like pure gold, spun from the sun's waves.

its warm and it smells like home and satoru's eyes blink open slowly before shutting again. there are other colors too ; pretty cherry blossom pinks, hazy greens and blue the color of the sea. a gift from the first years — from nobara in particular. it's supposed to mimic stained glass.

satoru wants to cling to his dream for a moment longer. a boat, rocking gently at sea. you and your smile as you took turns pushing each other overboard. but the fuzzy feeling is lifting and faster by the second.

a bird cries and sings its morning song. satoru opens his eyes and grins.

the first thing he always sees when he wakes up is you. whether thats when your curled up under his chin like you want to burrow up under your skin. or if its like now—with your face inches away from his, eyes screwed shut in pleasure, grinding down on his cock.

satoru reaches out to pull you down, and breathes your name against your lips. not quite kissing, just breathing the same air. bucks up once and twice, smiling at your cheeky grin. like you aren't more undone than he is.

"'morning, satoru" you giggle, kissing him finally, sounding breathless.

his fingers find your waist, secretly delighting in your bareness. hums appreciatively as your weeping cunt rocks down against his cock—fully hard now. "its a very good morning"

he has no shame at all in admitting he loves this—loves when you take charge. when you go for what you want. you had spent so long being meek, trying to blend into the background. hoping to fade away. but you've come into your own, and satoru likes to think he's apart of that. how he gives you the stability, the comfort, to chase what you're after.

"did you cum yet?" satoru asks, fingers tracing shapes into your skin.

you shake your head, lip caught between your teeth. but you know to keep your eyes open—focused completely on him.

"that's my good girl" satoru says, proud. you let out a shaky whine, pace faltering. "my pretty wife, so wet for me"

your hands come down to frame his chest, nails pretty against his skin as your hips grind in tight little circles that have him groaning out. and then your hand grabs his dick—holding him right where you want him, oh god—grinding more firmly against your clit.

"that's what you needed baby? needed my dick, didn't you?" satoru asks, like you both don't already know the answer. pleasure zips up his spine as your movements grow faster, sloppier. the pressure's enough to keep him on the edge, enough to make him feel like he could cum, maybe—but doesn't. it's the best. his hand rubs your back, moves your hair out of your eyes. "i don't mind sweetheart, its your dick. my hot, perfect wife"

you sob, muscled thighs trembling as you chase your high. your nails dig into his chest and he knows your searching for it now—the perfect stroke that'll finally make you cum.

"my perfect sorcerer wife is so strong" satoru whispers, gently caressing your stomach. "so beautiful. i'm so lucky. you gonna cum soon aren't you, baby? gonna cum messy too?"

you nod, another broken sob falling from your lips, fractured uh-uh-huhhh, satoru. you change your angle, and suddenly the wet sounds of your pussy sliding against his cock fill the room.

"yeah," he says, nodding, a wistful sigh leaving his lips. "can you hear yourself baby, hear how fucking wet and sloppy you are?"

and that's what does it for you—slumping down into his neck with a wail, as you take his hand and lead it down to your cunt. he knows what you want immediately, rubbing you fast and hard as you cum.

"you did so good," he says, sticking his fingers into his mouth to suck off the taste. your hips shake and quiver with the intensity of your orgasm. you don't answer for a long minute, and he can feel the soft puffs of air against his skin.

"hi" you breathe, finally, smiling at him

"hi" he says back, like a dork. you snuggle in closer, fingers brushing up softly against his cheek. satoru smiles and briefly closes his eyes. he can feel the smile breaking out onto his face, impossible to stop. never did he think he could be here, and have this : softness, laughter and smiles. peace.

"mm, and what are you laughing at?" you ask, leaning up on one elbow.

satoru opens his eyes. grins cheekily. "you. i was thinking your head looked like a raisin"

your mouth opens and closes in disbelief. the hand that been so gently caressing his face moments ago pinches his cheek sharply. and then you get that familiar mischievous look in your eye.

"no wait—" he protests, far too late. you descend upon him, jabbing your fingers into his sides, and his stomach and the side of his neck—where he is most ticklish. satoru writhes on the bed, loud peals of laughter bursting from him as he tries every yielding term in the book.

"oh yeah not so funny now is it?" you goad, although the sound of his laughter drowns you out.

"okay, okay, okay—"

a loud thud, and satoru falls of the bed and crashes to the floor in a heap of too-long limbs.

"oh shit" you mutter, and he doesn't need six eyes to tell him that you're covering your mouth with your hand to hide your laughter. you lean over the edge of the bed, eyes crinkling in the corner. age has done well by you. "baby, are you okay?"

"i think i broke my back" satoru groans, and massages his lower back to nail the point in further. "i'm getting so old"

"oh please" you snort, rolling your eyes, "you're only 39"

"that means i already have one foot in the grave!"

you roll your eyes again, pulling him up on the bed. "yes, you old old man. practically dead already"

"its been a good run" satoru says dramatically, tossing his head back onto the pillow. "i'm going to die happy now. 10 long years married to the love of my life"

"mmm" you hum, noncommittally, reaching over to feel up on his cock. his back straightens and he gets hard again embarrassingly fast. "do you think you have enough life left to handle me riding you?"

satoru pretends to think about it, massaging your right tit, slightly smaller than the left—fitting so perfectly into his hand. "try not to squeeze my soul out of my body and we're good"

"good," you say, settling on top of him again "i want you in me"

"fuck—baby, you can't just—" satoru gasps, as you breach yourself with his cock in one hard thrust. all coherent thought tumbles from his mind, gone with the wind, when he feels your warm cunt flutter around him and then squeeze. "you're doing that on purpose"

"am i?" you ask cheekily, smirking, riding him hard and fast. your ass smacks down against his thighs loudly, and when he dares to look at the place where the two of you are connected—he sees the ring of white around the base and has to screw his eyes shut to stop himself from cumming. he groans, tossing his head back, arm shielding his face from view.

ten years, and he still has to fight from busting his load the minute you get your cunt around him. ten years and he still keens, still mumbles shaky gasps and praises into the air. hands squeezing delicately around your hips, occasionally going to cup your ass—to help you along.

not that you need it. you grind down, hand massaging and squeezing at his pecs, as your go in tight circles around his dick. then you rise back up, letting him slip all the way out before slamming back down again.

you lean down next to his ear, taking his lobe between your teeth and biting gently. "baby?"

"y-yeah?" satoru asks, voice high, thrusting up into your tight heat in short aborted pumps of his hips. "you need something from me?"

"mmm" you moan in affirmation and he can feel you smiling against his cheek. "i want you to cum in me now"

satoru's grip on your hips turns bruising. he holds you still and shoves his dick into you over and over again, loud in the silent room. so good he can't think, broken praises and curses spilling from his lips. he brings you down and slams up into you one last time before doing exactly what you ask of him.

[spotsandsocks]

Hiii spotty 💕💕💕

🎃 + dawn/sunrise

-❤️🪐

Hi Saturn, managed to use both words here and it got a little longer at nearly 1k. A little angsty but not too bad. Hope you enjoy. Thank for inspiring me.

“Wondered where you went.”

A quick glance over his shoulder reveals that Hen has that kind of look on her face. Buck looks away quickly, he’s not ready to talk but she already knows that, she’s Hen after all.

The unpleasant scrape of metal on concrete makes him wince as Hen settles down in one of the chairs they use up here. It’s clear she intends to wait him out.

“Don’t worry, no one else is gonna join us.”

That’s not the comfort she thinks it is because it only emphasises who isn’t going to be checking on him and they both know why he can’t and that if he could he wouldn’t need checking up on in the first place. Ironic huh.

The edge of the weather beaten brick beneath his fingers is rough and catches at his skin. The texture and prickle of pain gives him something to focus on other than the reason he’s hiding up here.

“Bobby says come down when you’re ready, but that you don’t have to be ready anytime soon, he said it’s ok to take a minute, it was a rough call.”

It was.

“Eddie said you’d be up here, told me to tell you he’d be here as soon as Chim is done with him, we thought, well he thought I should keep you company until he can.

How considerate of him. Deliberately relaxing his suddenly tense jaw and dropping his shoulders Buck breathes through the surge of anger Eddie sending Hen to check up on him generates. Hen wouldn’t need to be keeping him company if the company he should have after a call hadn’t been so fucking stupid that he needed a full check up and time to convince Chim and Bobby that a trip to the hospital wasn’t required.

“I’m fine.”

He can’t look at her while he lies, not that it matters much, Hen won’t believe him anyway, hell he doesn’t believe him and she’s a lot smarter than he is.

He hears her snort of amusement and she doesn’t even try to hide the sacrasam in her voice,

“Oh I can tell. Totally fine.”

Eyes fixed firmly on what little of the horizon he can see through the LA skyline, the changing quality of light makes it clear that sunrise is just around the corner, a new day is beckoning. It’s a new day that might not have had Eddie in it.

He shuts his eyes but that’s no help because he just sees it all again. The chain of events that rushed past him and led to the accident.

“How’s he doing?”

Addressing the question to the air he doesn’t need to see her face to know what expression is on it.

“It’s not actually as bad as it looked, most of the blood wasn’t even his.”

The words spark another memory and he uses techniques he’s been taught to fight off a fierce wave of nausea. He changes the subject. It’s easier that way.

“I like it up here. It’s quiet. Sometimes I come up and watch the sunrise when I can’t sleep.”

She lets him have a moment of peace then breaks it.

“He didn’t mean to scare anyone, especially you, you know that right?”

He keeps his eyes on the approaching dawn and stays quiet.

“It’s our job. You know that too.”

It is. He does. Doesn’t make it any easier.

“You’ve done the same. Worse even.”

Also true. Also unhelpful. He knows how to spell hypocrite with only four letters without her help.

“It’s going to be hard, you both knew that, but it’ll be harder if you’re not there when it matters. I know that much.”

Her words hit him hard. What if he hadn’t been there. What if they had moved to different shifts or worse stations. What if he’d heard about it later and it hadn’t worked out as well as it had. What if he’d always have to wonder if he could have saved his husband if he’d been there.

Well he was there and he’d stayed calm even if he’d been more terrified than he’d ever been. He’d done what they promised Bobby they’d do. Their job. He’d listened to his Captain, followed his commands. He’d done exactly what Bobby had said. He’d helped get Eddie out of the mess he was in.

It becomes a little easier to breathe.

“Cap says you handled it well. Did your job. He’s proud of you.”

“I’m proud of you too.”

He turns his back on the sunrise because it’s not Hen’s voice this time. His eyes fall on the grazes on his cheek, the deeper cut on his forehead that Chim has treated. He notes every one of the bruises forming on the skin that’s visible and knows there will be more under his clothes that he’ll check later. He looks tired and worried and he’s still far more beautiful than any dawn Buck has ever seen.

Hen’s vanished. It’s just him and his husband, dealing with the aftermath of their first real trauma since they got together.

“Am I forgiven?”

He doesn’t answer just crosses the rooftop to him as fast as he can and holds on, probably too tightly judging by the small sound he makes but Eddie hugs back just as tightly regardless.

“You did your job. Nothing to forgive.”

Eddie kisses his cheek softly, the tension in him vanishing. He sounds relieved.

“So did you, I’m glad you were there.”

He’s not ready to let go yet, and Eddie understands that, so they stay there a while longer, holding each other both remembering the day they shook hands and agreed they could maybe have each other's back.

Today wasn’t the first time they kept that promise and it won’t be the last, it will be hard for them both but they belong beside each other and Buck wouldn’t have it any other way. No matter the cost.

[theemporium]

ESP bc he seems so peaceful that you’d never expect him to fight🤭🤭🤭🤭 kinda like lando

also can we talk ab him getting into a bar fight for you🤭🤭🤭🤭

no because you put this in my head and i just had to write a wee blurb because i couldn't stop thinking about it🫠

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“Pay up, Moosey.”

“This is exploitation.”

“It’s called a bet and you lost,” you corrected before flashing him an innocent grin. “I won fair and square, don’t be a sore loser.”

Luke rolled his eyes, grumbling something under his breath as he reached for his wallet in his back pocket. He made a point of exaggerating the sigh that left his lips as he slapped the twenty dollars in your palm.

Jack watched the interaction with interest. “What bet? Why was I not involved?”

“Luke and I made a bet before the game,” you said with a casual shrug as you leaned back into Jack’s embrace, his arm thrown over your shoulder. “Twenty bucks that you’d score the majority of the goals tonight.” 

“And she was right,” Luke muttered. 

“I have faith in my man,” you stated simply, turning to see Jack grinning wildly. 

“My favourite fan,” he murmured before he tilted your chin back so he could lean down to kiss you, his lips breaking out into a smile against yours.

“Oh gross!” 

After a string of difficult games and long roadies, the Devils were back in Jersey and had managed to win their first home game in a while. The boys were on a high, your boyfriend especially after scoring two of the three goals tonight, and you had all but been dragged out with the rest of the team to a nearby bar to celebrate. 

Not that you minded. You were on that high as well, seeing your boyfriend smile widely and easily for the first time in a long time after a game made you eager to celebrate as well. And the bar was local, only about a ten minute walk from Jack and Luke’s apartment which meant none of you had to worry about playing the designated driver.

You could just curl up beside your boyfriend, have a few drinks and celebrate what would hopefully be the start of a string of wins. 

“Let me out,” you murmured against your boyfriend’s lips. “I wanna go buy some outrageously fancy cocktail with Luke’s money to piss him off.”

Jack snorted as he slid out the booth, holding your hand to help you out. “You want me to come with?”

“I’ll be fine,” you assured him before you pushed your way through the crowd, making your way towards the bar at the other end of the establishment. 

And it should have been fine. You managed to find a free spot at the bar to lean against the counter, your fingers aimlessly tapping the wood as you placed your order and patiently waited for your drink to be made. But it was busy and the place was a little crowded, and you found yourself being pushed by a few other patrons who were just walking past, and bumping into a man standing beside you.

“Sorry,” you said with a sheepish smile as you tried to move away, back into the spot you were standing in moments ago. 

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart,” the man smiled back. He was older than you, maybe by a decade or so. And he looked friendly until his arm wound itself around your waist. “You don’t have to move away soon.”

“Uh,” you let out a nervous laugh as you tried to wiggle yourself out of his grasp. “No, I’m fine over here. Please move your arm.”

“Don’t be like that,” the man laughed as his arm tightened around you, and a wave of panic hit you.

“I-I have a boyfriend,” you told him firmly, still trying to push his hand off you.

“Yeah, a sweet thing like you oughta be locked up,” he said like he didn’t really believe you, like he was playing along with some joke you didn’t get.

Your chest tightened in panic, a cold shiver running down your spine when you realised this man wasn’t just going to let you go. Your eyes darted around for a bartender but they were all busy before you glanced over to the booth the team were sitting at, hoping to catch a glimpse of your boyfriend. 

But he was no longer sat at the booth, because not even a few seconds later he was pushing through the crowd and making a beeline towards where you stood with the man.

“Let go of her,” Jack said, his voice oddly calm as he approached.

“She’s fine where she is, kid,” the older man laughed, almost mockingly.

“I’m gonna give you one more chance,” Jack stated simply. “Let her go.”

The man scoffed, lifting his chin. “Or what? What’s a pretty boy like you gonna do?” 

You barely had a chance to catch yourself when Jack ripped the man’s arm off you, causing you to stumble a few steps towards the bar. By the time you caught your footing and turned around, Jack had already punched the man until he was hunched over, clutching his bloody nose. 

He shoved the man until he lifted his head before he swung again, and you swore you could hear a crack despite the music and chatter sounding through the bar. 

Your lips parted in shock as Jack swung the third and final punch and knocked the guy out before he could even think about swinging back. You looked at your boyfriend—your sweet boyfriend who didn’t even fight on the ice when he was egged on and chirped at by other players—who was now looking at the man like he was almost disappointed that he went down without much of a fight. Bartenders and security were flocking around the scene, words muttered about first aid kits and ambulances and all sorts, but Jack didn’t even say a word as he turned to look for you. 

His face instantly softened the second he saw you and he was rushing over before security could even try to stop him. His hands softly cupped your face, his thumbs brushing over the apple of your cheeks as he gave you a once over.

“Are you okay?” he asked in a gentle voice, a crease forming between his brows. “Did he hurt you at all? Do you need—”

“I’m fine, Jack,” you murmured as you wound your arms around his waist, nuzzling yourself against his chest. “Thank you.”

“Always,” Jack whispered as his arms tightened around you, pulling you into a tight hug. “Do you wanna go or stay?”

“You guys won,” you mumbled into his chest. “You should celebrate with the boys.”

“The boys aren’t my priority right now. You are.” Jack said as he pulled back enough to look down at you. “Say the word and we can head back to the flat and just chill for the rest of the night.”

Your lips twitched upwards. “It’s fine, Jack.”

“Nope, you’ve used my actual name twice in the last three minutes which means you’re upset,” Jack concluded before leaning down to press a peck to your forehead. “Let’s say bye to the boys and head out.”

“Jack—”

“I don’t wanna stay anyways,” he said with a shrug. “I’d rather spend a night in with you anyways.”

Your eyes narrowed. “And you’re not just saying that?”

“I promise, baby,” he murmured softly. “As much as I love fighting for your honour, I’d rather go home and watch Cars.”

You laughed softly. “Cars marathon?” 

“You read my mind,” Jack grinned. “Plus, I think I need ice for my knuckles. That dude had a hard face.”

This time you snorted, and the sound made his grin widen. You gently lifted his hands to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles before you looked up at him with a smile.

“Thank you for being my knight in shining armour,” you mused with a teasing grin.

“Anytime, princess,” he retorted with a matching smile.

.

[shipper4everships]

BuckTommy Fluffebruary: Day 24

~Working out together~

Buck hadn't quite gotten a chance to explore the new gym he’d come to for his first workout, but he’d already found a great reason to visit more often. At the dumbbell rack, during his set, he noticed a guy who immediately caught his attention. 

The man was about Buck’s height but much more muscular: broad shoulders, chiseled cheekbones, and his arms and back were so well-defined that Buck had only ever seen such muscle definition in sports advertisements. Buck wasn’t unsatisfied with his own physique - he was in good shape, with muscles and an athletic build - but the kind of form this guy had was something Buck could only dream of for now.

Despite the guy being wide and massive, his facial expression and the slight wrinkles around his blue eyes seemed strangely endearing to Buck. Buck shook his head, trying not to think about it too much.

Later, while Buck was doing his warm-up run on the treadmill not far from the dumbbell rack, he caught the guy glancing at him more than once. Maybe there was a chance?

- Hey, hi, I’m Evan, - Buck made his move when the big guy had a break between sets. - It’s my first time here, I’m still figuring things out. Could you show me around, please?

With his trademark sparkle-eyed look, Buck could already tell the guy wasn’t going to turn him down.

- Oh, hey. Sure, no problem. I’m Tommy, - the guy, Tommy, seemed surprised at first but then flashed a bright smile, and wow, Buck so wanted that tour from Tommy.

No one could blame Buck for getting distracted by his guide during the gym tour. He ended up paying more attention to Tommy than the equipment around them, and paid for it. He tripped over a weight plate on the floor, but fortunately, strong, caring hands caught him by the waist just in time.

- Hey, it’s a little cramped here, so you really have to watch where you’re going, or you might run into trouble. - Tommy’s soft smile and gentle voice did something to Buck, and he didn’t want to think too much about what that something was.

- Yeah, got it, thanks. - Buck was very aware of the hand still resting on his waist, and hoped Tommy didn’t notice the blush on his cheeks.

As the workout continued, Buck realized they were doing similar routines, circling around the same equipment. So, he didn’t mind watching Tommy push some seriously impressive weights with a confidence that stirred something warm in Buck’s stomach.

When Buck was doing crunches on the floor, he decided to make another move:

- I could use a hand with holding my knees steady for stability, could you help me?

He noticed Tommy’s surprised glance, but Tommy nodded.

- Sure, no problem. - Tommy knelt down in front of him and firmly grasped Buck’s shins. With every rep, as Buck lifted his torso, his face was getting so close to Tommy’s that only a couple of inches separated them. Buck couldn’t take his eyes off Tommy, and Tommy didn’t look away either.

Later, when Buck passed by Tommy while he was doing pull-ups, he watched him for a moment and then stopped.

- Don’t you do weighted pull-ups? - Buck asked, his smile blooming on his face.

- I do, why? - Tommy was surprised by the sudden question, so much so that he paused his set.

- And how much weight can you add for your pull-ups?

- What are you getting at, Evan? - Tommy looked increasingly puzzled.

- What if… I… - Suddenly, Buck got too embarrassed to voice his idea aloud.

But it seemed Tommy understood now, and a slight smile touched his lips as well.

- We can give it a try.

- Really? - Buck was stunned.

- Yeah. - Tommy jumped down and waited, studying Evan intently.

Still not believing it was really happening, Buck stepped up to Tommy. They both grabbed the bar to hang from it. Then, Buck wrapped his legs tightly around Tommy’s waist and released his grip on the bar, hugging Tommy’s shoulders in a strong hold.

Tommy took in a deep breath and did a few full pull-ups before they both suddenly let go, landing back on the ground.

- Wow, that was... awesome. - Buck looked at Tommy with admiring eyes. It was only a few reps, but considering Buck wasn’t small, Tommy’s arm strength was truly impressive.

When the workout ended, Buck ran into Tommy in the locker room.

- Is it for me? A gift? - Buck stared in surprise at the protein bar being handed to him.

- Almost. - Now it was Tommy’s turn to smile slyly.

Buck raised an eyebrow questioningly.

- I’d like to trade it for your phone number.

Buck laughed genuinely and easily, completely fine with that arrangement.

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Christopher’s face goes completely blank for a moment. Buck feels the temperature drop in the room. 

Chris turns to Eddie. “I want to go home.”

Buck feels stricken. 

“Christopher,” Eddie pleads. “We’re not done with dinner, it’s rude to go.”

“I don’t want to be here,” he says, sneering at Dove a little. 

“Good!” Dove snaps back. “I don’t like you!” 

“Dove!” Buck scolds. “That’s very rude.”

“I really don’t care,” Chris replies, ignoring Buck entirely. 

But it’s clear that he does. He cares about something here a whole lot. 

Buck looks at Eddie. He looks like he’s on the verge of having a panic attack. He doesn’t know how to handle this situation without upsetting Christopher further, and he’s not ready to do that yet. Well, guess what? Buck doesn’t mind. 

“Switch,” Buck says to him. 

“What?” Eddie asks. 

“Switch with me,” Buck says, nodding at Dove. 

Eddie furrows his brows, unsure. 

“Trust me,” Buck says. 

He’s got this. 

Eddie nods a little. 

Buck turns to Christopher. “Why don’t you and I talk privately?”

Christopher frowns. “I just want to leave.”

Buck shakes his head. 

“We talk first,” Buck says firmly. 

Chris narrows his eyes. He’s not sure how much Buck will push. Buck thinks Chris probably knows Eddie is willing to do a lot to keep the fragile peace between them. He probably thinks Buck won’t test it either. But Buck thinks he’s going to have to. 

“Fine,” Christopher grits out.

Eddie looks surprised but relieved. 

Buck nods. He turns to Dove, who looks on the verge of angry tears herself. 

“I’ll be right back,” he says. “Listen to Eddie.”

▪️▪️▪️

Chris and Buck sit side-by-side on Buck’s front stoop. Chris looks anywhere but at Buck. His arms are crossed tightly. His jaw is locked in a stubborn set he inherited directly from Eddie. Like a fortress of bone and muscle tissue, all living under his skin. And the drawbridge is up. 

Or at least it appears that way. It appears that he doesn’t want to hear what Buck has to say. But Buck doesn’t think that’s true. 

“I don’t think you’re really mad about the zoo or my new place,” Buck starts them off. 

“Yes,” Chris retorts. “I am.”

Buck sighs. “I’m sorry if you thought everything would be the same when you chose to come home, but it isn’t. I can see why that would suck.”

Christopher’s breath stutters for a second. Like maybe he didn’t expect Buck to hit the nail on the head. He finally looks at Buck, eyes welling with tears a little. He rolls his eyes. Not at Buck, but just… Generally. 

“It’s stupid,” he mutters. 

“It’s not,” Buck replies. “But why don’t you tell me about it instead of arguing with a six year-old?”

Chris exhales heavily. “I just wanted him to feel bad about what he did.”

“He does,” Buck replies. “Believe me. He does.”

“I know,” Chris says. ‘I know, and when I realized that he’s just kind of… He’s just kind of sad… I felt really bad.”

Buck’s throat tightens. Just kind of sad. The whole notion of Chris perceiving his father that way makes Buck want to puke. 

“Christopher-”

“But by the time I wanted to come home, it was too late.”

“Too late for what?” Buck asks. 

“You got Dove,” Christopher rolls his eyes. 

“And you think that had something to do with you being in Texas?” Buck asks. 

“Well, wasn’t it?” Chris demands. “You took her to the zoo! Dad loves her! She’s like… The good kid.”

Buck shakes his head. 

“Oh boy. Okay. Can I tell you something, and you promise not to repeat it in front of her? She’s too little to hear it. But I think you’re old enough.”

This seems to appease Chris the slightest bit. He looks curious. 

“Okay,” he says. 

“I met Dove the day she was born,” Buck says. 

Christopher scrunches his face a little. “Really?” 

Buck nods. “It was the January before I met you and your dad, actually. I was brand new at the 118.”

“Her birth was an emergency?” Chris asks.

Buck shakes his head. 

“Not the birth itself but… Her mother was very young. A teenager. Dove was born premature. She was so small. And her mother, scared I guess… Chris you cannot repeat the part.”

“I won’t!” Chris promises. 

Maybe Buck is insane for sharing this. Oh well.

“She flushed her down the toilet of her apartment building,” Buck says. 

Christopher’s jaw drops. “What?” 

Buck nods. “Yep. It was pretty horrible.” 

“But you guys saved her?”

“We did,” Buck agrees. “And I held her, and I promised her she’d be okay, and then we took her to the hospital, and I didn’t see her again for over six years. And in that time, she was placed with social services, and no one ever adopted her.”

“Oh,” Chris replies. “That’s sad.”

“Yeah,” Buck agrees. “So, when I met her again, and realized who she was, I thought… I have to do something. Someone had to step up for her.”

Chris nods. Like it’s beginning to make sense. 

“And you know what? I’m really glad I did.” Buck explains. “Because I love her very much.”

“That’s good,” Chris whispers. 

“But,” Buck says. “There wasn’t a second of her being here, and you being gone, that I didn’t miss you, too.”

Chris looks at him. “Really?”

“Really,” Buck replies. “And same with your dad, okay?”

Chris sighs. “Sorry, Buck. I didn’t know that happened to her. Dad didn’t say.”

“Hey, that’s okay,” Buck replies. “I know you’re also probably tired and emotionally drained. It’s been a big week. I get it.”

“Yeah,” Chris agrees. “It really has.”

“But can I ask you a favor?” 

“What favor?” Chris asks. 

“Can you go in there and make nice with her? For me?”

Chris wrinkles his nose. “I don’t know, Buck. She doesn’t like me either.” “Well, Chris, once again… She’s six. And you’re pretty much a young man, right?”

[toomuchtv85]

The Workshop - part 2

“What do you mean ‘we’ll see’? And why would I want to stay down here with a-whatever you are?!” Chase decides he’s had enough and walks over to Maddie. He puts his hand over her mouth and rips her shirt off. She resists but as his hands keep rubbing her breasts and playing with her nipples, she calms down a little. Not much, but it’s a start. When her legs stopped flailing, Chase made his way down. He could feel her wetness. Just a little wet, he thought. That won’t do. He started out slow but gradually sped up rubbing her clit. He noticed she had started moaning lightly, so he removed his hand from her mouth. “You like this don’t you, you filthy whore.” “Y-y-yes. Put your fingers in me.” Chase doesn’t have to be told twice as he inserts them. With his other hand now free, he rubs her stomach then presses firmly on her pelvic bone. Bucking her hips into his fingers, Maddie can’t take it anymore. “Oh, fuck! I can’t-take-this. I’m going to-going to-“ she trailed off just as she gushed from her needy self. Chase kept going as Maddie kept on and on, “fuck! No one has made me do that before. Please. Fuck me. Fuck me now. Give me all of your cum. Please. I need it in me!” She noticed how incredibly hard he was from all of this. She’s never seen a thicker cock like Chase’s. He quickly pulled down his pants and took off his underwear. She was shocked at how thick he was. Maddie needed him now more than anything she’s ever wanted. He slid in very easily and let out a moan. “Ugh! Maddie, I had no idea you were this tight. Fuck!” Now moaning herself, Maddie asks him his name. Blinded by ecstasy, he told her. “Oh fuck, Chase, Maddie moaned, cum in me. I don’t care how fast you cum, just please keep going and fill me up.” That was all he needed to hear as a big, thick load shot inside her. “Fuck Maddie, I’m cumming,”Chase pants. “It’s okay, give me everything. I’m going to milk your cock dry in this bed.” Chase pounded her harder, faster, deeper until he announced his second orgasm. “Damn it Maddie, I’ve never had a pussy as good as yours.” Now very much enjoying this, Maddie tells him, “say that again.” “I’ve never-ugh!-had a pussy-ugh!-as good as-“ he stopped and erupted a third time. “Awe. Don’t tell me you’re done already?” Before she could finish, Maddie came on his cock suddenly. She’s in tot shock. She’s never been able to cum from penetration until now. What is wrong with me, she thought. Am I really this fucked up in the head? Is this what I’ve needed my whole life? What I’ve been missing? Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t even notice when Chase got very vocal. She did notice, however; when he bit her neck hard and orgasmed a fourth time. She felt every drop he had pumped into her from his thick cock. Just looking at it again made her pussy twitch and just as he was pulling out, she came a second time. “Fuck Chase, I’ve never had sex like this before, this good. You’re right: I don’t want to leave. You’ll take care of me, right?” He looked into her doe eyes and couldn’t resist. “Of course I will.” Maddie didn’t know what washed over her in that moment, but she asked Chase, “what if you and I do this together? Kidnap other people so we can use them and then each other?” Stunned, Chase asked her, “where have you been all my life? Will you marry me?” Chase was joking but unbeknownst to him, Maddie wasn’t. “I will. I never knew how much I needed this or liked it until you drugged me and brought me here. I-I-I think I’m in love.” Chase stood there motionless, speechless and unable to move. “You really love me? After all I’ve put you through you love me? I love you, too. I still believe in love at first sight, so let’s get married!” Maddie’s eyes lit up and she walked over to him and started to passionately make out with him. “I’m so glad you kidnapped me.” Me too, Mads, me too.”

[katyswrites]

hi katy can i request #4 or number #50 from the prompt list with steve please

Sure thing, my love! I took a wild guess and made this a really smutty one, so enjoy. 

Prompt 4: “Wanna bet?”

Prompt 50: “In my defense, I really wanted to.”

Summary: You make the mistake of doubting Steve, so he has a point to prove to you.

Pairing: Steve Harrington/afab!reader

Warnings: SMUT (18+), cocky!Steve, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, fingering (reader receiving), oral (reader receiving), p in v, praise kink, Steve being a little shit, established relationship, lots of banter

Smutty blurb below the cut!

It had started innocently, really. Well, somewhat innocently. 

“Bullshit!” you cried, stifling a laugh. “There’s no way that you -”

“Can make you cum three different ways in ten minutes?” he finished, smiling smugly. Despite yourself, you felt hot, hearing him say it so casually - all you wanted was to kiss that smirk off of his face.

“Yeah, exactly - I mean, you’re fucking great, but you’ve never -”

“That’s just because I want to make it last for you. But, it’s a Harrington record.”

You crossed your arms, lifting your chin. 

“Sorry, but I just don’t believe you.”

He got a devilish glint in his eye then, and that’s when you knew you were done for.

“Wanna bet?”

*****

“Oh, fuck - oh my God, Steve -”

You reach down and thread his fingers in his hair, where it’s settled between your legs. He groans as you tug on the brunette strands, arching your back with the movements of his tongue. You plant your feet into the mattress, moaning as his tongue circles your clit. 

You’re already shaking, still sensitive from your first orgasm moments ago.

“First my fingers, then my mouth, then my cock, got it?” he had said, peppering messy kisses down your chest as he did. He’s making good on his bet, having you a melted mess under his touch in minutes.

Now, you moan, nearly whimpering as he laps hungrily at your folds. It takes one more circle of his tongue over your clit, and you’re done for - you’re bucking your hips into his face, his name on your lips as you scream, tugging harshly on his hair as you see stars behind your eyelids.

He works you through your high, hands placed firmly on your hips as he licks lazily at your folds, pressing deep thumbprints into your skin that you know will serve as reminders later.

“Oh fuck, baby,” you mewl, practically begging. “That’s good, that’s enough, it’s too much -”

He takes the cue and stops, pulling away slowly and hoisting himself over you. His grin is glossy, covered with you, and you don’t even have it in yourself to call him smug, of full of it. Instead, you pull him down for a messy kiss, tasting yourself on his lips and tongue, groaning at the dirtiness of it all.

“Jesus, baby,” you whisper, scratching the back of his scalp lightly. “You really know how to make good on a promise, huh?”

He smirks, and kisses you again, brief and hard. “Well, not quite, princess.”

Before you can say anything else, he’s on you again, kissing you breathless, arms caging you on either side. You let him, moaning into his mouth. You hate giving him the satisfaction of winning anything, of proving a point, but it’s a losing battle. He’s all around you, flooding your senses, and all you can think about is Steve.

You’re so caught up that you hardly notice him unbuckling his belt, pay no mind to the sound of an opening zipper and denim being pulled down. You feel him against your stomach, and allow your hand to travel down to palm him through his boxers, his tongue exploring your mouth as you do so. 

He hisses as he feels your hand through his boxers, breaking the kiss and pressing his face into your neck.

“Wait, baby, fuck - if you keep doin’ that - I’m not gonna be able to -”

“Prove me wrong?” you chuckle, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

“Yeah - that actually is gonna get me off more than anything else.”

You slap his arm, and he lets out a low laugh. You open your mouth to tease him more, but he’s pushing your hand out of the way and sliding his boxers down, allowing his hard cock to spring free. Before you can even think about trying anything else, he’s pressing his leaking tip against your folds. With the barest touch to your still-sensitive clit, your breath catches in your throat and your toes curl, wrapping one leg around the back of Steve’s and pulling him close.

“Needy, are we?” he asks, his voice low and raspy, his breath tickling your ear.

“Shut up,” you breathe, feeling his grin pressed into your hair.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” he asks innocently.

“C’mon,” you whine, pulling him closer again with your hooked leg.

“Use your words, princess,” he rasps.

“Ugh, fine - I -” you gasp again as you feel his cock brush your slit, coating himself in your wetness. “ - I want you, Steve. All of you.”

“‘Atta girl,” he whispers, and without a moment’s hesitation, he pushes into you roughly.

You throw your head back and arch into him, crying out at the intrusion. He slips in easily, the slick of your two orgasms guiding him right in. You stretch around him, and he groans as you envelop him. You both wait there a moment, adjusting to the feeling.

“Fuck, baby -” he whispers, voice strained. “You’re always so fuckin’ tight - you take my cock so well.”

You whimper, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him closer, digging your nails into the space between his shoulder blades.

“Move, please,” you beg.

“So bossy.”

You want to roll your eyes, but then he’s moving, thrusting fast and rough. He knows you so well by now, knowing that right now isn’t the moment to be slow and soft. You move with him, meeting his movements with your hips, taking him as deep as you can.

“Fuck, Stevie - you feel so good - ah, yes, right there -”

“Baby - you’re so good, takin’ me so well - it’s like your pussy was made for this cock. Isn’t that right?”

You just moan, pressing your lips to the column of his throat, sucking on the skin there as he slams into you.

Soon, it’s just pants and moans, the slapping of skin and sheen of sweat, Steve whispering sweet and filthy praises into your ear.

“Such a good girl - fuck, baby - you’re takin’ me so good, look at you - you gonna come for me, sweetheart? I know you’ve got one more in you - come on my cock, I know you can.”

“I do, baby, I do,” you cry, voice wavering. “I’m close, so close - fuck, harder, faster -”

He reaches up and interlocks his fingers with yours, pressing your hand into the mattress as he fucks into you, the softness of the gesture contrasting the filthy sounds coming from both of you. His other hand snakes down your body to where you two meet, rubbing fast and hard circles on your clit, and that’s all it takes.

You both come together, pressing your foreheads together and you cry out his name like a prayer. You clench around him, walls fluttering as he empties into you, your vision surging white. He whispers sweet nothings as you both work through your highs, making your heart flutter and blood sing. 

“That’s it, sweetheart, - what a good girl, coming three times for me.”

You both wait for your breathing to slow down, your fingers threading through his hair and along his scalp soothingly, him pressing a few sweet kisses into your shoulder. He pulls out of you as he starts to soften, and rolls to his back next to you, still holding your hand. Neither of you say anything for a moment as he rubs small circles on the back of your hand with his thumb.

“So,” he starts, the air of cockiness returning to his voice. “Still don’t believe me?”

You scoff, and roll over to slap his shoulder playfully, earning a hearty laugh from him.

“Okay, fine - you win. But, we don’t know if it was actually ten -”

As if on cue, you hear a shrill DING, and you whip your head towards the nightstand, where an egg timer is going off.

“Steve,” you gasp, looking at him incredulously. “You actually set a timer?”

He grins, reaching over to turn it off, then turning back to face you as he props himself up on his elbow.

“Yep - I had to make sure you knew I wasn’t talking out of my ass. And time to spare, too!”

You stare at him for a moment, and then break into laughter, and absolute giggle fit, covering your face with your hands. He joins you, burying his face into the pillow to stifle his laugh.

“You’re such an asshole,” you gasp, fighting to get your words out between giggles.

“I love you too,” he replies, voice softer. 

You feel your stomach flip, still not entirely used to the boy lying beside you, even after all this time. You lean over and kiss him, sweetly and softly. 

“You know - you didn’t really have to prove your point like that. I mean, you’ve basically set the bar for our sex life so high -”

He rolls his eyes and shuts you up with a kiss, smiling against your lips.

“In my defense,” he whispers, “I really wanted to.”

He pulls you in his arms, and you lay your head on his chest, sighing. He pulls the comforter up to cover your bare bodies, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Well,” you say, nuzzling into him, “I’m glad you did - I’m going to have to get you back though.”

And, well, he certainly can’t protest that.

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always summer #15

always summer #15: tentacles | bungou stray dogs |👿🐯 | #kinktober 🔞| ~1800 words

Atsushi exhaled, arms folded back over the edge of the hot tub, head angled back. Akutagawa had come out onto the porch to “supervise” again, he’d been in and out of the cabin at least four times now, pacing like he wasn’t certain what he wanted to do. Atsushi was very firmly in the camp of “not asking” for the moment, as he was enjoying the first chance he’d gotten in the hot tub, and Dazai and Chuuya were down on the dock purportedly fishing.

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Akutagawa disappeared back inside.

Okay, fine, he’d ask.

Roughly ten minutes later Akutagawa moseyed back outside, cast a side-long glance at Atsushi, and leaned against the railing. The sun was low in the coral-tinged sky, and it cast Akutagawa’s pale skin in a warm glow. “What?” Atsushi asked, finally, and Akutagawa hung his head and glanced over at Atsushi again, nose wrinkled.

“You are aware they’ve had sex in that thing, I hope.”

Well, yes, but he had been trying very hard to pretend that he wasn’t. “Reasonably sure they’ve had sex on the couch, and on the table we’ve been eating at for the past few weeks. I can only hope they’ve left our bed alone.”

“I believe Chuuya would consider that crossing a line,” Akutagawa said, though there was doubt in his voice.

“Yeah.” Atsushi cocked his head, watching through the slats of the railing as Chuuya swung a fishing rod like a baseball bat. “You should get in here, though, the water’s nice.”

Akutagawa gave him a Look. “I know your brain is small and easily saturated, but I am not going to get in the sex fluids stew with you.”

“Oh god, don’t call it that.”

“What do you prefer? Sex soup? Boiling cesspool of ejaculate? Freshly-cooked—”

“Stop, stop, I’m getting out.” Atsushi climbed up, feet on the seat as he hauled himself out of the bubbling water. Akutagawa raised a brow, as Atsushi was lacking in any form of swimwear. “Jeez. Don’t let Dazai-san hear any of those, he’ll start using them affectionately, and,” he made a gagging noise, then stopped and registered Akutagawa’s expression. “What?”

“Weretiger, where are your trunks?”

“Oh.” Atsushi looked down at himself, and if he was anything less than freshly boiled, he might reflect a bashful blush. “Uh, my trunks were still wet from when we went swimming this morning and it felt gross to put them on, so…” he shrugged and gestured with his head. “They won’t be back in until dusk at the earliest, so I figured I was in the clear. I brought a towel just in case.”

Akutagawa was still just staring at him, and Atsushi rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “Guess I’ll go, uh, shower,” he said when Akutagawa failed to respond again; he grabbed the white cotton towel he’d brought out with him and fled inside.

~*~

Okay, so. That was a bust.

Atsushi scrubbed his hair under the showerhead and groaned to himself. He hadn’t expected Akutagawa to get weird and narky about the hot tub, but he also hadn’t really thought that one through. Dazai had swanned through the main room buck naked, trailing bandages, followed by Chuuya with a towel barely clinging to his hips and Dazai’s towel in his hands, clearly halfway between wanting to wrap it around Dazai’s waist or using it to strangle him—of course they’d fucked in it. He didn’t need to see the activities himself, the aftermath was clear, and now “sex soup” was bouncing around inside his brain like the screensaver on the DVD player downstairs.

He leaned out of the shower, groping for his towel; when it hovered just in front of his face. He snatched it out of the air, squinting past the cream-colored Rashomon head to Akutagawa, leaning against the wall and watching him. Atsushi huffed but used the towel to dry his hair at least.

“Were you trying to seduce me, weretiger?” Akutagawa asked.

“What?” Atsushi stopped scrubbing his head. He tugged the towel down so he could see. “Why, did you think I was? I mean, I wasn’t, but if I was would it have gone better without the hot tub? Not that I was planning to.”

Akutagawa stared at him, unblinking.

“No, I wasn’t,” Atsushi said finally, and resumed drying his head. “I just thought we could maybe fool around.”

Akutagawa turned his head away, covered his mouth with his hand, and snickered. Atsushi dragged the towel to his shoulders and put his hands on his hips. “Why is that funny?”

“How do I put this,” Akutagawa said, arms folded and considering. “You somehow maintain this guileless innocence and say things like “fooling around” despite the fact you had my dick so far down your throat this morning you were picking hairs out of your teeth during breakfast. It’s quite entertaining.”

Atsushi opened his mouth, considered this, and closed it. “I wasn’t—I wasn’t picking hair out of my teeth at breakfast, that’s gross.”

“It is a figure of speech.”

Atsushi sighed. “Why is this relationship so weird?”

“Do you really want me to answer that?”

“Not even remotely.” Atsushi scratched his stomach as he made to pass Akutagawa and exit the bathroom. “I’m going to get dressed, maybe we can—”

He didn’t make it around the corner. Rashomon looped around his chest and yanked him back into the bathroom, catching him off-balance. All the air whuffed out of his lungs as his back impacted with the steam-slick wall, and Rashomon wound around his upper arms, keeping him pinned in place. Chest heaving at the sudden assault, Atsushi said, angered, “what?”

“You wanted to fool around, did you not?” Akutagawa said idly, considering Atsushi. He hadn’t moved, standing opposite, and shifted his position somewhat, hands sliding into his pockets. “What was your plan, had you lured me into the hot tub? Suck my dick? Finger me?” He stepped toward Atsushi, an amused glint in his eyes as Rashomon lifted Atsushi slightly against the wall, keeping him just barely on his toes. “Do tell me, dear weretiger. I am curious.”

“Why are you acting like this, all of a sudden?” Atsushi worked his left arm free of Rashomon and was pulling at the tendril that encased his right arm. Rashomon wasn’t happy with this and captured his left wrist, pinning it back to the wall at the level of his head. “Akutagawa, for real, what the fuck-?”

He tilted his head. “Tell me.”

“I didn’t have any idea, I just wanted to—” Rashomon slid down his upper thighs, skin still warm and damp from his shower, and Atsushi shivered at the ability’s touch. “I just wanted to be with you, okay? It’s nice just being around you, mostly. Except when you get weird like this, jeez--!” He inhaled sharply as Rashomon slid alongside his balls, climbing up past his dick and encircling his hips.

“I’m always weird,” Akutagawa hummed, and Atsushi rolled his eyes in exaggerated agreement. “But you still haven’t answered my question.” Atsushi exhaled audibly as Rashomon wrapped around his cock neatly, the ability tightening around the base and helping it immediately along. Atsushi wet his lips and tried his hardest not to groan in appreciation as the ability slithered up and down the shaft.

“Fine,” he managed, eyes gone to half-mast. “I was going to finger you, and try…” he inhaled again, sharp, body tensing as the first tendril worked its way inside him; it wasn’t much bigger than a finger, but he clearly had been more distracted by the ability wrapped around his cock to expect the intrusion. “God, I was gonna eat your ass, okay? I’ve been wanting to try it, I saw a video, and, and fuck—”

He cracked his head back against the wall, arching—the tendril had found the exact right spot and was putting the proper amount of pressure on it. “You were going to eat my ass in the hot tub,” Akutagawa said, and Atsushi writhed, one foot now entirely off the ground—so Akutagawa allowed Rashomon to increase the size of the tendril, letting it grow to at least the girth of his own dick. Atsushi let out a choked noise as he was filled immediately to fullness.

“I seem to recall,” Akutagawa said dryly, “that you liked being filled up like this, hm?” He had yet to lay a single finger on Atsushi, keeping him pinned against the wall with his ability, and Atsushi panted, the foot held aloft clenched, his cock bobbing heavily. “That toy got in real deep, didn’t it? But it wasn’t enough for you. I could tell.”

Atsushi’s throat worked, he had his head back and his eyes closed, mouth open as he panted loudly. “I want to hear you say it,” Akutagawa said softly, an amused lilt to his tone. “I will give you all you desire, and more, weretiger; but only if you ask for it.” He stepped closer and kept his hands in his pockets. “Tell me you need more.”

Atsushi swallowed air, the tendril between his legs thrashing, thrusting wildly against his insides, thick as a dick and longer yet, and still, he managed, strangled, “more.”

The second tendril was equally as thick and took a painstaking moment to work itself inside. Atsushi just sobbed, his other leg coming up off the ground as well, supported entirely and impaled on Rashomon. Akutagawa was witnessing him come apart and he didn’t care, the only thing he could focus on was both tendrils moving inside him independently, thrusting so, so deep.

“Do you even realize what a gorgeous creature you are?” Akutagawa asked softly, touching Atsushi’s cheek with his hand as he panted raggedly, head hanging forward. “Look at you.”

Atsushi was too far gone to really hear what he was saying, and Akutagawa’s hand moved from his face to his cock, Rashomon dissipating as he slid his hand up and down the shaft, keeping the same pace as the tendrils thrusting inside. Atsushi gasped and shuddered, undone by the warmth of his hand; his cock spurted fluid between Akutagawa’s fingers.

He let Atsushi down slowly, the tendrils melting back into their original form, and Atsushi collapsed back against the wall, sliding into a seated position, legs cocked wide and panting, eyes closed tight. “Fuck,” he managed weakly, more of a moan.

“Fuck me in the hot tub,” Akutagawa said dismissively. He wiped his soiled hands on the towel Atsushi had dropped. “Just take me to bed next time, weretiger, and you can fuck me as much as you want without a word of protest.”

“Yeah,” Atsushi said distantly, his world completely rocked. “Okay.”

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Hey! Can we get🐐🌵 - BIGHORNER for Curie's first time giving oral (to M! Sole)?

👀👀👀

I see you, anon, I see you...

No, but this is definitely a cute thought, and finally a request for Curie! We love to see it 😊

I hope you like it!

NSFW below the cut! Minors, please do not interact!

"I 'ad once read zhat zhis, ah, point is very sensitive to touch like zhis," The synth grinned as her slickened thumb rubbed circles around the head of Sole's cock, paying particular attention to the highly sensitive underside until she felt her partner beginning to buck his hips away from her touch.

"I believe zhat what I read was quite correct, no?"

"No..." Sole choked out, his hands tight as he clenched the bedsheets between his paled fingers, trying-- and failing-- to exercise all of the restraint he could possibly muster in this state to not buck and writhe against his partner's hand.

"I-- I mean, yes. Yes, that was correct."

She giggled at that, her pink cheeks swelling with her grin and crinkling those bright, inquisitive eyes.

Curie loved Sole the way he had always let himself imagine she would: always with a blanket sort of curiosity, her excitement comparable to that of a child, but with an intelligence that left him stumbling to catch up. She knew him, knew the human body on a technical level, better than anyone he could ever remember meeting.

That, in addition to her relentless enthusiasm and pure lust for life and all the experiences it has to offer...

It made her dangerous.

"Zhat's what I thought..." She bit her bottom lip, mischief glinting in her expression as she leaned her head forward, looking to her partner only in question for a moment before she saw the plain eagerness in his own downturned eyes.

"And so... If I try zhis?" That wicked bottom lip of hers dragged along that same sensitive point on the underside of his cock, just before her pink tongue darted out to stroke itself over him. The contrast of her honest, innocent expression and the profane movement of her tongue along his erection left the man reeling with mental whiplash as he kept his glossy eyes trained firmly on his partner.

Sole shuddered as she did it once more, testing his reactions, and his fingers flexed against the bed in a way Curie never could've missed from her place kneeling between his legs.

"Oh?" Her eyebrows raised as she looked up at him, and she took longer this time, letting her tongue linger as it dragged over his sensitive tip again, coating the head of his cock in her comforting, searing warmth with each new kitten lick she bestowed upon him.

"That's good, Curie." He praised with half-lidded eyes that stayed glued to the enticing sight of her tasting him, experimenting with him in the honest, gentle way she always seemed to.

"Zhe taste is..." Curie smacked her lips together as she pulled away, her tongue tutting against her teeth as she looked up at him thoughtfully. "It is odd. Not what I expected."

Sole couldn't help but grin a little at that, even as a warmth spread over his cheeks in brief embarrassment.

"Not... um, bad, though, right? I hope?"

"Non, dearest," Curie giggled, one hand running soothingly up his thigh in consolation. "Not bad, just... different."

Her head tilted as Curie pressed a kiss to the inside of his thigh, reveling in the way it seemed to tickle him, the way it spread goosebumps up his skin.

She was so careful, so sweet, so unlike everything Sole had experienced since leaving that horrible vault.

And perhaps even before that, too.

"But I would like to continue." She told him, one hand sliding up his leg until she could take his half-hard length into her gentle grasp.

"Yeah..." he breathed out, feeling himself twitch at her touch, "I'd like that too."

Curie had a new sort of determination on her face as she set her eyes back onto his growing erection. In the next instant, she tightened her grip on him, and eagerly dove forward to slide the tip of him between her soft lips.

Sole's head flew back, in both surprise and relief as she slowly worked her lips around him, the warm plushness like a caress against his most intimate place as she, almost shyly, began to hollow her cheeks and suck.

A sigh forced itself from Sole's mouth as heated pleasure shot through his whole body, his breath growing heavier with each slide of her mouth around him as Curie began bobbing forward and back again, her hand moving in tandem, up and down his length where her mouth didn't quite reach.

Glossy hazel-blue eyes looked up at him, an honest question in them as she moved instinctually, using her anatomical knowledge and judging by his reactions as she tried to please him to the best of her ability.

"So good, love." He managed between breaths, "Just like that."

One of his hands released the fabric of the bed sheet from his fingers, choosing instead to anchor itself on the back of her head, more stroking over her hair, guiding her, rather than only encouraging. He allowed her to go at this slow pace for as long as she liked, reveling in the feel of her, letting Curie grow used to the feeling of him in her mouth, the strange taste, the changing size as he grew harder, the movement of him, as his hips unconsciously began to meet her inviting mouth halfway.

"You're doing so well, Curie." His voice was growing more raspy as he felt his breath picking up, a heat settling deep within him and slowly building up. "You sure you, ah, have never done this before?"

He felt her lips tense as she grinned at him, a deep blush settling over her pale skin at his praise. She jostled his length in her mouth as she shook her head.

"I know, baby, I know, just... God." He hissed between his teeth as her pace picked up, as her shyness began to crumble and her confidence built up the vivacity of her movements.

Curie's smooth hand moved faster over his length, and her mouth grew bold, taking his-- now achingly-- hard length deeper and deeper until he saw tears springing into her beautiful eyes, and she stopped suddenly as she pushed too far, and she choked.

The synth pulled away briefly, coughing with a surprised expression furrowing her brows.

"What was zhat?" She asked him, her voice hoarse.

He smiled apologetically at her, his hand on the back of her head sliding forward to wipe the tear that had slid down her cheek in her brief fit of coughing.

"It was your gag reflex." He told her, and she nodded as she remembered her knowledge of it, previously overlooked only because of the fog of arousal that had began to swirl around her head.

"You alright, sweetheart?"

"Oui. Yes, I zhink so. It was only brief pain, but it iz gone now."

Sole's thumb continued stroking over her soft cheek, but her hand, still on his cock, had his breath catching in his throat as she began stroking over him again, using her spit for lubricant as her palm caressed his hard length.

"I would like to try again." She told him firmly, that same such determination shining in her eyes again, as she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around him once more.

[buckybarnesdiaries]

a piece of cake

© @jamesbrnes

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Something happens at Shuri's birthday party that leads to a heated fight.

word count: 3k words. (fuck, it worth every damn word)

warnings/tags: nsfw, +18!!! angry jealous sex, let's start there. unprotected sex, oral sex (face fucking and ridding), fingering, brief daddy!kink, brief praise!kink, language, cursing, handcuffing, mention of bodily fluids, and probably i'm forgetting something else, i just lost my mind. bucky being the cutest and loving man on earth at the end.

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You had never been so quiet, but you knew that opening your mouth only could cause a storm inside the car, on your way back home. Believing you could have a pinch of luck, Bucky wouldn't notice that something was raving you mad since the moment you watched him letting another woman give him a spoon of cake. Straight to his mouth. You almost choked on your drink, talking to Shuri about how excited she was to celebrate her birthday in New York, when you witnessed the scene hearing their laughs and watching how they dared to touch his metal arm constantly. Your boyfriend was talking with some of his old friends from Wakanda, not even knowing he made friends there. He never said a word about it. Even so, they didn't have the right to flirt with him. Unless he didn't say anything about you.

But Bucky wasn't stupid. Or at least, not like you thought. Gazing you by the corners of his blue eyes, he was conscious that something was going wrong. He licked his upper lip briefly, slowly. He tasted the waters putting a hand on your thigh, which was your favorite gesture while he was driving, deriving with your fingers laced and him placing kisses on the back of your hand. But you didn't move an inch, still staring through the copilot's window with your elbow nailed there and your chin resting on your knuckles.

“What's wrong?”

“Nothing”.

Your passive tone and the lie as a response caused him to frown, pulling over the car to focus on you. He turned on his seat and placed a hand behind the headrest of yours.

“Spit it”.

You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow ironically, looking at him for a second. If he had to ask it was because he wasn't really seeing the dilemma there.

“I'm just tired and I wanna go home, James. That's all”.

James. James. You did it unconsciously, but he didn't take it as an innocent manner of calling him. Unexpressive, the soldier joined the highway driving faster than he used to. You had pissed him off, but it wasn't your problem. He had hurt your feelings with something he didn't give any importance to. The only thing you wanted was to take a shower, put on your comfier pajamas and go to sleep, probably you'd see tomorrow that situation differently than today and you could move on from your insecurities and the jealousy running through your veins.

You arrived at your apartment in record time, keeping the car inside the parking under the building. You removed the seat belt to wear your leather jacket and grab your purse on your feet, stepping out when you were ready. But Bucky stayed inside, just turning off the engine. He didn't have any intention of leaving it, maintaining his hands tightly gripped around the wheel. You ignored him as soon as you couldn't pretend you were just tired anymore. It was the first time something like that happened and you were having a strong desire to throw your guts up.

Three minutes later you were under the warm water with your forehead resting against the cold wall and your eyes closed. Maybe you were overreacting and the rational, mature behavior would be to go to talk with him, tell your boyfriend what made you feel upset. Sighing as you nodded two times, determined to put the cards on the table, you shut off the faucet and walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

“Oh, fucking hell!” You growled because of the scare of your life when you found Bucky already in your shared room.

He had his back supported on the wall, a leg flexed, and his hands behind himself. No expression on his face, but expecting an explanation from you. You were hoping for something from him too, maybe I don't know what I've done to make you feel like that, can you give me a clue? He just stared at you in silence, drying the pearls of water decorating your body before wearing a pair of black panties and your forgotten pajamas instead of one of his t-shirts impregnated on his scent.

“Com'ere”. Bucky whispered, stretching his flesh hand on air when you were about to go to sleep.

“No”.

Well, that wasn't the proper way to talk like grown adults. You crossed both arms on your chest, standing next to your side of the bed.

“What'd you say?” He squinted incredulous, slowly standing from the wall, pretending you hadn't uttered that word.

“I said no, you fucking punk”.

“The hell d'you think you're talking to, darling?”

“To the cretin who let other women flirt and touch him”. You replied with evident annoyance. “Why don't you go to show them your daddy's skills, uh? Sure I can find someone who respects me in the meantime”.

Suddenly, a grimace you hadn't seen before on him appeared like a thunderbolt. You weren't sure if you just made him feel more furious or if you just broke his heart. But before you could figure it out, Bucky shorted the distance between both in two fast strides and his hands gripped your throat and the back of your neck respectively, pinning you to the closest wall and tossing the lamp on your nightstand to the floor. You complained slightly —with his tongue wildly invading your mouth— because of the strength he used to put you against the wall.

You tried to push him away, to not fall into his charmings, but he made your mind blank when his fingers were firmly nailed in your ass and his body was accommodated between your legs. Your fiery provoked a bulge under his pants so painful that in every rock against your core he wasn't sure if it hurt or if it was some kind of pleasure he couldn't handle. Out of breath, Bucky attacked your neck, digging his teeth in your neck with so much passion that you screamed delighted his full name while pulling his hair. That gesture drove him insane, losing the less sanity he had at that point. With just a push, your boyfriend ripped off your shirt to strip you, in anticipation of your panties suffering the same fate.

Bucky threw you to the mattress on your abdomen, perfectly positioned to what was about to happen. He was so eager, so desperate for showing you what he was feeling that he didn't lose time taking off his clothes, just undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans to pull them down to his ankles along his boxers. You heard him spitting in his hand to use it as lube, although you were sufficiently soaked and ready for your Buck that neither of you needed his saliva. He rammed his dolorous erection into your cunt, crashing his pelvis and pressing it against your ass with all his strength, causing you to drown a loud cry in the sheets.

Tangling his fingers with yours and lacing your arms around your neck, putting all his weight onto your back, Bucky pounded you with an insanely quick rhythm, not giving you any chance to mold your throbbing walls around his length. Your pleased vocals echoed inside your room in total sync with the hits to your g-spot. Your body received with every one of them soft cramps mixed with pain and pleasure, making you roll your eyes and tear your throat.

“'S that wh— what you wanted, uh?” Bucky snarled against the back of your neck, totally gone, not giving you a break or showing any mercy.

“Fuck, no…” You replied, challenging him.

He swallowed a rough moan, wrapping his cold fingers around your throat while using the other to pull back your hair and arch your body. “Don' fucking… lie to me, doll… You wan— wanted your daddy to make you… feel desired over tho— those women”.

And yes, he was right. More or less. But you didn't expect him to react like that. Bucky was rabidly fucking you, moving the bed from its position with every angry thrust into your pussy. You knew you weren't going to last for too long if he continued impaling you against the mattress, just like that. But you both had to recognize that it was the best session of sex of your life.

“You were… fucking mad watch— watching 'em touch my arm… your arm, right?”

You whined at the brutality he used to push his hard cock beyond your limits, holding it there as he tilted your head to crash his lips on yours. Bucky devoured them until they were shiny, swollen, slightly ached because of the bit he left on your bottom one.

“If you don't tell me… the truth… I swear I'm not gonna let you come”. The whisper fell into your ear with such a raspy tone of voice, conscious of him being very capable.

“It was… your fucking fault, James. Not… Not mine”. You grunted, feeling him going a little deeper. “I di— didn't let anybody flirt with me… as if you didn't exist”.

That was the truth, but the wrong answer for him. Suddenly, Bucky pulled out his dick covered in your arousal, freeing you from any grip. A pause that only lasted the time he took to grab the handcuffs from your nightstand to place them in your wrists and secure them around the headboard. Now you were under his total control, defying him by strongly closing your legs and frowning at him, panting and sweating.

“Lemme tell you something”. Your boyfriend said, dangerously crawling over the bed till reaching your knees and forcing them to be separated, wide spread for him. “If you think I was flirting, but you didn't see… how uncomfortable I was… This situation is not my fault”.

The tables were turned as he finished his sentence, settling himself between your legs yet kneeling to raise your ass above his lap. “Not so mouthy now, are you, doll?”

You wanted to speak back, to say something after having a second to reconsider the reason why you were so angrier at him when Bucky pushed you down and rammed his dick back to the place it belonged. You forced unconsciously your hands gripped, wanting to put them on him —wherever—. As soon as he handcuffed you, your desire for touching him used to be suffocating. But you were the one who played from the start, instead of telling him how you were feeling about that situation at Shuri's party.

Bucky didn't even let you kiss him, stabilizing you on top with an arm around your waist and his cold hand holding the back of your head. His hips rocked straight to your g-spot once and once, making you lose any kind of control over your body as your boyfriend didn't have any compassion, needing to find relief to his sorrowful erection by cumming inside your clenching walls. You were driving him crazy, maintaining your eye contact at all moments and almost drinking your delighted, obscene crying, aware that only him could cause you to be so dirty.

“Feels good, uh…? You like it?” Your boyfriend brushed your lips with his, depriving you of his kisses or any other touch. “Bec— 'cause you take your daddy... so damn good, baby girl… So tight… so tight you could kill me”.

“Yes, da— daddy”. You whimpered nodding your head. “Only you… can fuck me li— like that… Only you”.

“That's it… that's it, oh, fuck… fuck, doll”.

You saw him roll that pair of beautiful blue eyes to the back of his head, feeling Bucky's thighs tensing under your legs. You didn't want anything else than making him cum, after overthinking about how he felt, and not about what you witnessed. He was right, more or less. He was still being so innocent in those kinds of situations that he used to feel like a scared kid.

You suddenly fell back to reality when the emptiness sensation invaded you. Bucky pulled out his length from you again, causing you to beg in silence for not denying you the orgasm you were about to reach. But he warned you. Bucky asked you to tell him the truth and you chose to challenge him. Letting you sit on the mattress, he flexed a leg to guide his twitching cock to your mouth, not needing to tell you what he wanted you to do. You just parted your lips, receiving him without protesting, curling your fingers when he forced your limits, and positioned both hands on your head. Twirling your tongue around his base as you could, with your cavity completely invaded, Bucky provoked you a strong gag. A gesture that led to his warm seed being spilled down your throat.

“Fuck my life, baby girl!” He couldn't help but howl driven by the pleasure as you coughed and made vibrate his sensitive skin.

Just holding his dick trapped by your lips for a second, he freed your mouth, taking his time to admire you swallowing his cum and showing afterward your tongue. God, you looked so beautiful disheveled, with teary eyes and swollen lips because of the effort.

“Want me to tell you something else?” Bucky asked while cleaning the sweat in his forehead with the back of his arm, taking the small key to liberating you with his free hand.

You didn't reply, not needing to, as he rubbed your wrists to comfort your skin before lying by your side.

“Com'ere”. He whispered, yet trying to recover your breathings. Bucky wrapped you with his flesh arm, rubbing his iron fingers up and down your tense belly, creating a contrast that caused you goosebumps. “'M so sorry for making you feel like that”.

He kissed you. Slowly, passionate, tasting his own juices mixed with your saliva. Caressing your tongue with the tip of his, and no rush. You felt his digits touring down your skin, till finding your throbbing and needed clit. You weren't able to hold back a sweet moan when he circled his fingertip over your sensible pearl, gladly drinking your vocals.

“When I wanted to react… she was putting that damn spoon into my mouth. It felt horrible, doll, I promise”. He murmured, venturing his long cold finger to part your folds and sink it inside you —moaning at the fulfill sensation—. “You always save me from those awkward situations… but you were having fun with Shuri and I didn't want to interrupt you”.

You were feeling like shit, looking at him through your eyelids as he curved a second finger into your cunt and increased the pace of the pounds with his hand made of vibranium. Bucky spread some gentle kisses all around your face, ending with a tender bite to your lips.

“When you told me you wanted to go home, I felt a huge relief… 'Cause that was everything I wanted. Go home with you. Maybe watch a movie… cuddle… fall asleep on the sofa”.

“Oh, God, Bucky”. You wept onto his mouth, as soon as a third finger filled you, nailing his hand in the perfect position to be moved up and down. “I'm so— sorry, Buck… I'm sorry”.

“Fuck, no”. He let out, thrusting you harder, faster, creating a melody of filthy sloppy sounds while your moans were louder and louder. “I should stop 'em, I didn't… I didn't. But I respect you more than anything, doll… I love you with all my heart. I care 'bout you, 'bout your feelings… Can you forgive me? Can you… Can you cum for me?”

You nodded your head running out of words, seeing your boyfriend snaking his body down the bed to between your shaky legs, yet having his fingers knuckles deep inside you. “Keep 'em open for your man”.

The blow to your abused cunt provoked you a lash up to your backbone, landing your hands on his head as Bucky sank his face straight to your center. His digits fucked you savagely, while his tongue took control of your swollen pearl —sucking, licking, kissing, pulling it back—. He wasn't going to deny that pleasure to you, quite the opposite. You pressed unconsciously his face a little closer to your pussy, swinging your hips and riding his mouth when his caresses and his pushes became too much for you.

Bucky made you cum harder than ever, crying his name till you didn't have any strength and you were just a sack of bones under his expert mouth, devouring you and drinking your juices as if it was the elixir of life. And when he was satiated, you glanced at him using the tip of his tongue to trail a path up crossing your abdomen, the gap between your breasts, your throat, until kissing you again getting comfortable on top of you. It was a kiss full of love, and guiltiness, and necessity, and pure devotion for you.

“Did I hurt you with what I said?” You murmured, still enraptured by the fireworks fluttering within your belly.

“This isn't 'bout me”. Bucky clicked his tongue, hiding his face into your sweaty neck. “This is 'bout what I let happen”.

“That doesn't answer my question, Buck… I'm sorry about what I said. I was just… I feel insecure". You confessed stroking his scalp and back with your hands, lacing your legs together. “I didn't mean it. I would never try to… find someone who respects me more than you do. That's impossible. And not talking about how much you love me”.

“I love you with every inch of myself”. He swore, he promised, raising his face to look straight at your eyes. “I can't imagine a life without you”.

“Me either… Your love makes me feel alive”.

Bucky left one last tender kiss on your lips before suddenly standing up and holding you onto his arms to carry you to the bathroom and take a shower together —wash your hair, worship your body again as if it was the last thing he was going to do—.

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[mypoisonedvine]

𝗹𝗶𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 || (very dark) 70s!Bucky x reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: he tried to be sympathetic to your cause, he really did, but he couldn’t just let you get away with disrespecting him like that.  

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.4k

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: smut (noncon, plus breeding kink and tons of degradation, like very heavy degradation, and multiple orgasms/overstimulation), misogyny, a bit of dumbification, housewife kink, ‘sir’ kink (brief), choking, implied anal, spitting (not on the reader, unfortunately lmao), quite a bit more than period-typical sexism, awful awful awful this fic is absolutely awful

                            Brooklyn, 1970.

Bucky’s mornings were sacred.  He had his rituals: showering, cooking breakfast, reading the paper and having his first drink and cigarette of the day, all before he left for work.

But throughout this entire week, his mornings had been ruined by the stupid fucking protest in the park just outside his window.  And to think he’d actually paid more for an apartment with a view of the park— he hadn’t realized then that the “view” was gonna be a bunch of hippies creating awful music and an unbearable smell that left his whole apartment reeking of reefer if he dared to open his window.

Attempting to ignore it for a week only made him more resentful with each passing day.  Each time he figured the crowd would surely leave soon or at least be quiet for the night, they seemed to somehow get louder just to spite him.

He probably should've waited until he was a bit less agitated to go down and try to bargain with you, but he stormed down there instead and tapped you on the shoulder when his presence alone wasn't enough to distract you from your incessant chanting.

“Would you consider being quiet?" he asked firmly.  "I have to work in the morning and—”

“We won’t be quiet until women have equal treatment under the eyes of society and the law,” you interrupted to explain condescendingly, shocking him with your icy tone.  He could hardly believe your attitude, in fact he couldn’t remember any woman speaking to him that way in his life: so far, he wasn’t enjoying it.

“I just thought you could be a little more respectful,” Bucky shot back, even more stern.  “You’re not making anyone wanna support your movement by acting entitled and inconveniencing everyone.”

“I’m sorry the revolution is inconvenient for you,” you replied, but it didn’t sound much like an apology. 

He wanted to say more but you blew him off and disappeared into the crowd, leaving him confused and irritated and livid.  Up until now he had been quietly skeptical about all this talk of liberation but now he saw it for the poison it really was.  A girl like you— who could've been a real looker with some willingness to try and a better attitude— talking to a man like him with so much hate and over what, a polite request?

This could not be tolerated; he couldn't let you get away with acting like that.  And lucky for you, he was exactly the guy you needed to teach you your lesson.

The good thing about hippies high on shrooms is they aren’t the most observant.  When he returned to the demonstration area the next night, he was able to grab you roughly and pull you back from the crowd with almost no trouble at all, dragging you into an empty alley and clamping his hand down over your mouth as your eyes went wide and your throat vibrated with silent screams.

“Shh, shh,” he soothed against your ear, “whatcha fightin’ for?”

He liked the way it felt to have you squirming against his grasp, using all your strength and not even getting close to escaping.  

“How does it feel to know I can do anything I want to you?” he growled against your ear.  “C’mon, sweetheart, can’t you put up a better fight than that?  I thought you believed in equality… you should be able to get away if you’re as strong as I am.”

He felt your warm tears trailing down around his fingers which held your face tightly, the struggle of your limbs slowing and weakening slightly.  His cock was already getting hard as he imagined the moment you would finally give in.

“You remember me, don’t you?  You didn’t need to be so rude, darlin’.  You could’ve just been nice and none of this would be happening.”

Your elbow shot back into his ribs and he exhaled sharply but didn't let go, grabbing your wrists and holding your arms to your chest as he pinned you to the wall.

"Oh, that's not gonna work, babydoll.  I'm so much stronger and bigger than you, all you're gonna do is make me angrier.  Is that what you want, sweetheart?  To make me angry?" he asked mockingly, leaning in to lick the shell of your ear as you tried to turn away.  “Pretty girl like you would make a great wife, why would you want anything else?”

Ignoring your struggle, he reached into your shirt and purred as he groped your chest, your nipples hardening when he pinched them.  “Maybe I can get behind this bra-burning thing if it means having easier access to your tits all the time,” he grinned.  “How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself when I can see them through your shirt?  Shouldn’t be showing ‘em off if you don’t want any attention.”

As fun as it was to play with your tits, he had bigger plans, so he reached lower to start tugging down your jeans, your legs uselessly kicking as he exposed your ass and thighs.

His cock was already rock hard as he hastily opened his fly and pulled it out with one hand, leaning back to spit on it quickly.  He spread the fluid with a few strokes over his length, figuring it would be enough to get inside you even if he didn’t really care if he hurt you.  

Your eyes went wide and your head bucked wildly as he poked the head of it against your opening, your body fighting a little harder once again.  The irony of that, though, was that you were already plenty wet in spite of what he had expected; it was so much funnier to watch you struggle now that he knew you were not-so-secretly enjoying it.

“Don’t be so dramatic," he chuckled darkly, "I bet you can take a cock real easy since you believe in all this ‘free love’ bullshit.”

He groaned as he pushed into you, impressed by how tight you were— so tight that it made his cock throb right away, your walls pulsing and rippling around him as he filled you to the brim.

“Oh fuck, there you go…” he hissed, smiling as you sobbed harder and struggled a bit more before finally relaxing into his tight embrace.  "You're gonna take it all, baby, every fuckin' inch of me."

A hard sob choked out of you every time he slammed himself to the end of you; he could feel the hatred radiating from you, the way you would kill him in a moment if only you weren't so weak.  But he could feel your reluctant acceptance, too, and the way it was slowly turning into euphoria— you were finally starting to like how it felt to be helpless to him, it was obvious with the way your pussy gave him such a warm and willing welcome while your pretty tits got even harder.

You clearly wanted to hate him, but your body knew better.

"You think I'm a sexist pig, I'm sure," he chuckled, "but I'm really not— I love women!  And you know what I love most?  Huh?"

He felt you nervously shake your head behind his hand and he laughed.

"I love the way you get so dumb when you get a cock in you.  All those useless little thoughts leaving your head when you're finally getting fucked right."

Your cries got louder even though they were still muffled by his hand, your sweet little pussy giving him a squeeze of encouragement.

"It's okay to like it, babydoll, it's what you were meant for.  Made to be my brainless fucktoy… born to serve me," he growled.  “You really should learn to appreciate," he grunted between brutal thrusts, "that your only purpose is to keep my dinner hot and my cock warm.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head and he felt your walls bear down on him tightly, wetness seeping down around him.

"Oh fuck, are you coming?  Shit," he moaned.  "Looks like you really needed to be put in your place, just needed to be used... god, you made a fuckin' mess, too, you soaked my cock…"

Your little hands tightened into fists, pushing against where his arm held them back, but he stayed steady as he pumped into you, letting himself get a bit lost in the feeling of you while he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

It felt so damn good to have a cunt coming around him, but it was even better knowing that you were fighting it and still couldn’t stop it, completely helpless to how good he was making you feel.

You almost screamed under his hand when he reached down to quickly rub your clit, your back arching to try to run away from his touch; poor thing, you were so sensitive it probably hurt you, but he was having too much fun watching you realize you were going to come again.

"Yeah, gimme another one, slut," he grinned, your legs quivering as waves of slick coated him and started to even drip down your legs.  "Can't stop coming like the dirty whore you are, huh?  Bet nobody's made you come like this before— cause nobody's given it to you right.  Nobody's shown ya what it's supposed to be like when a man takes you and makes you his."

From the way you moaned softly, teary eyes fluttering shut, he knew you liked the sound of that.

"Yeah, wanna be mine, baby?  Wanna be my little slut?  Or do you want me to pump this pussy full and leave you here on the ground for any other man that comes by to use you if he needs?"

You groaned softly, a weak little noise, and he felt his cock flex; as much as he wanted this to last as long as possible, he couldn’t hold back anymore.

“M’close, honey,” he breathed.  “I’m gonna come.”

He laughed breathlessly when you shut your eyes, like you were trying to go somewhere else in your mind, trying to pretend this wasn’t real.  But it was real, and he wasn’t going to let you forget that.  He was elated to make your nightmares come true.

"I sure wouldn't mind pulling out and covering that pretty face you've got,” he hissed.  “It'd be funny to see you go back to your little march and show them how owned you are.  But not today, babydoll, I think there's only one way you're gonna learn your lesson."

Another muffled gurgle from you, and this time it didn’t even sound like protest.  Maybe you were just too tired for that at this point, but it gave him hope that you could finally behave.

"I'm gonna take my hand away from your mouth and you're gonna beg me to come inside you, is that clear?" he grunted, feeling you nod vigorously.  "You're not gonna scream are you?"

You shook your head, and he slowly pulled his hand from your mouth as you gasped for air.  "Please— come in me," you panted.

"Address me as 'sir'," he instructed.

"Please, sir, I— I want you to come," you whined.

He chuckled right against your ear, feeling you shiver in his grasp.  "Honey, I don't give a fuck what you want."

To think you ever resisted your natural desire for submission was absurd now, considering the way that statement made you openly moan, your walls fluttering around him.

“Gonna fill you so fuckin’ deep you’ll never get it outta you, sweetheart.”

One more orgasm washed over you, making him laugh darkly while he watched you bite your lip to attempt to stay quiet; but that was impossible once he fucked you harder just to spite you, having to hold you tight to make sure he got as deep in you as possible.  Your whole body shook as he slammed into you, and he laughed at how dumb and helpless you looked.

"Bet you're on those new birth control pills," he grimaced.  They really weren’t that new, but he still hadn’t gotten used to them.  "Makes me sick to think you're letting a perfectly good womb go to waste.  Betcha want me to breed you nice and deep, yeah?  Wanna get knocked up?  You don't even care that I'm a stranger, you wanna get your pussy filled by any random man's come so you can have any random man's baby, ain't that right?"

At first he had worried that you would scream or cry for help, but now his concern was more that your moans would be too loud and somebody would catch the two of you in this alley.  Even if it was obvious now that you wanted it, public indecency was still a crime.

Good thing he had a new way to shut you up: his hand tight around your throat, silencing your sobs to blessed silence.  It was so hot to have you entirely at his mercy like that, to feel your pulse beneath his fingers, that he couldn’t stop himself from speeding up his thrusts suddenly.

"Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he gasped, “fuck, y-you… little whore…”

He had a habit of running his mouth when he was right on the edge, and the way your pussy was milking him for all he was worth made him spit out whatever filth he could think of.  

“Stupid fuckin' bitch," he mumbled under his breath as he fucked you as fast and rough as he could, chasing his high with no regard for your pleasure or your pain.  "Dumb whore, fuck, you stupid— ah, shit— stupid fucking cunt!"

He cried out as he filled you, groaning loudly with every pump of his seed into your waiting body.  Only when he was sure every drop was inside you did he release his grip on your neck, a loud gasp coming first before a few coughs and chokes that only made his cock harder despite having just filled you.

You started to struggle again, and he couldn’t believe it— after everything, did you still not know your place?

There wasn’t much time to relax and enjoy the afterglow when you were already trying to get away, and so he had to hold you tight again while he smiled exhaustedly.

“N-no,” you stammered, and he covered your mouth again as he pulled your head back to rest on his shoulder.  Clearly he hadn’t done enough yet to fuck that word out of you.

“Where ya goin’, sweetheart?” he panted against your ear, still catching his breath, his chest covered in a thin layer of sweat where it was exposed by his shirt.  “You’ve still got another hole to fill.”

[nessaxc]

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All Wet || Mammon

A beach walk with Mammon turns into something more

~ Rating: Explicit

~ Words: 2.4k

~ Tags: Shower Sex, Public Hand Job, Ocean Hand Job, Skinny Dipping, Vaginal Fingering

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“What?”

“Nothing.” Mammon had his hands shoved deep in his pockets as you two walked along the beach. The resort was quiet; it was late in the season and you both were some of the few tourists who were still in the area. Your rented bungalow was right near the water, which made it perfect for taking strolls in the sand whenever you felt like it – like now, at midnight – as well as for having mind-blowing, toe-curling, screaming sex whenever you wanted it since the waves typically drowned you both out.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re up to something, Mammon.”

He smirked, his eyes cast downward as you walked leisurely. “Maybe.”

“Like what?”

He glanced up at you, and before you knew what was happening he ripped off his t-shirt, dropped trou, and ran straight into the surf stark naked.

You stared after him, dumbfounded.

“Oh, fuck, that’s cold!” he yelped, right before diving under an incoming wave.

“Mammon, what the fuck?” you called out, laughing, as his head bobbed back up.

“Come on. Water’s fine.”

“You just said it was freezing!”

“Chickenshit!”

You heaved a sigh and glanced around; the beach was completely empty. Oh, fuck it. You pulled off your dress and then your bra and panties before you had time to second-guess yourself and made a run for the water. As soon as the waves hit your knees you squealed. “Holy fuck!”

“Get in here before everyone sees you in your altogether!” he laughed.

You took a deep breath and dove in, the chilly saltwater sending a shock through your system. You emerged and Mammon paddled over to you. It was shallow enough that your feet could still touch the sand, but deep enough that the waves broke just past you. “You’re an idiot,” you said, teeth chattering.

“I was just thinking the same thing, to be honest,” he replied. “Come here. Body warmth.”

“I don’t have any left,” you said as you curled up to him.

“Mmmm. You have some.” He squeezed your breasts and motorboated them, sending a spray of water into your both faces.

“Ass,” you said, giggling.

He kissed you, and his mouth tasted of salt and tequila. You melted into his kiss as you both floated on the gently heaving sea.

“We can’t stay out here long,” you murmured as he grasped your hips and pulled you so that you were wrapped around him.

“I know.”

“No lifeguard. Dark out. Dangerous.”

“And romantic. And fun. Come on.” His eyes sparkled as he winked at you. “Let’s be naughty.”

You pursed your lips and raised an eyebrow. “Well, salt and sand are no fun in my naughty bits… but if you can get it up quickly, I can jerk you off.”

He was still shivering from cold when he nodded.

“Really?”

“Baby, I’m already hard.”

You reached into the water and was impressed to find he was. “Even with the cold, Mammon?”

“What can I say? You do magical things to me.”

You giggled as you wrapped one hand around his shoulder to keep balance in the currents. The other hand firmly gripped him and started stroking, pausing every so often to add a little twist at his tip. His eyes were closed as he leaned his head against yours and began nuzzling your ear, giving little grunts of pleasure.

“You’re so big and hard, Mammon,” you cooed.

“Oh, fuck, baby… your hand is perfect… oh, don’t stop,” he whispered.

“You like that? You like it when I use my hand to get you off?”

“Yes…”

“What are you going to do to make it up to me when we get back to the bungalow?” You nipped his ear.

He groaned as his hips bucked forward involuntarily. “I’m going to… make you come… at least twice…”

“Promises, promises…” you were teasing him now, running your thumb over his head and dipping it into the slit before stroking down to his base and back.

“I’m going to… drag you into the shower…go down on you…oh, fuck,” he moaned.

You stroked him harder, pressing your legs together as he talked.

“Then… push you up against the shower wall… fuck you from behind… slam into you… oh, oh, Shit,” he gasped, gritting his teeth as you jerked him faster. “Oh God, I’m going to… fuck!” he cried out as his cock twitched in your hand, the warmth of his come momentarily floating past your fingers and legs before dissolving into the cold seawater. He leaned against you heavily, leaving a hot, open-mouthed kiss on your shoulder as you both bobbed with the motion of the waves.

“Satisfied?”

“Always,” he replied, breathless.

“Ready to make good on your promise?”

He gave a low, suggestive laugh. “Oh, yes. Or at least, I will be, once I recover from that, you damn succubus.”

“Hey, this was your idea, you filthy man.” you stuck your tongue out at him, then you quickly checked the beach again and saw you both were still, thankfully, alone. You gave him a wink and dove under the next wave, riding it to the sand. You picked yourself up and took off towards your clothes, pulling on your dress quickly and grabbing your bra and panties.

He followed right behind, his spent cock flapping ridiculously between his legs as he grabbed for his pants, and you couldn’t help but laugh. He yanked his shorts on and picked up his t-shirt before grabbing you in a tight embrace and kissing you as though his life depended on it. “That was fucking incredible, baby… thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you giggled. “Now… I believe I heard some mention of two orgasms in the shower.”

“Oh… did I say that?”

“Why? You going back on your word, Mammon?”

“No,” he grinned. “But I could’ve sworn I said three.” He grabbed your hand and you both sprinted back to the bungalow.

It only took you three minutes to get back at the rate you were going and the moment you got inside Mammon kicked the door shut behind him and slammed you up against the wall, kissing and nipping at your neck. You slipped out from his grasp and ran for the bathroom, but he caught up with you. He hoisted you over his shoulder caveman-style and carried you into the washroom while you squealed and laughed. He placed you on the countertop and turned on the tap water before turning and attacking your lips once more, pausing only to pull your dress up over your head so that you were naked once again. You pushed his pants down past his hips as steam from the shower filled the room. His hands roamed over your damp flesh, exploring the curves of your breasts and waist while you ran your fingers through his wet hair.

He suddenly gripped your ass and picked you up again, this time so that your legs were wrapped around his hips, and stepped into the shower with you. He put you down gently and grabbed your body wash, squirting a generous amount into his palm.

“Turn around, babe,” he murmured, and you obeyed. He worked the soap into a lather and started massaging your back with his strong fingers, and you moaned out loud. He kneaded and stroked the kinks out of your shoulders before he moved down your spine, finally scrubbing and squeezing your ass. He ran both hands up and down each of your legs, soaping them up thoroughly before finally turning you back around. He kissed your forehead while he soaped up your arms and belly, saving his final attentions for your breasts. He traced circles around your nipples before radiating his touches outwards, covering you completely with the sweet-smelling bubbles. Then he whirled you around so that we switched places and you were under the stream of hot water, the body wash dripping off your skin in sudsy streams.

You grabbed his soap and began to reciprocate, scrubbing it across the tan, taut muscles of his chest and abs before you knelt down. You gave his cock a teasing stroke as you soaped him up, then moved to his long, strong legs. He had his eyes closed when you stood back up and turned him around, pressing into his shoulders with firm squeezes, and he let out soft grunts of pleasure as you massaged the tension out of his back. You admired the soft curve of his ass and thighs as you finished soaping him up; by now you were clean, so you pulled him under the showerhead with you and kissed him while the hot water rinsed him off. His fingers probed you curiously as the last of the seawater ran down the drain, and you gave a little gasp as he rolled your clit between his thumb and forefinger.

You weren’t expecting what he did next. He placed you gently on the floor of the tub so that the gentle fall of the shower was aimed right on your belly and pelvis. Then, he knelt between your legs and hoisted them over his shoulders, dipping his head down to put his mouth on you. The combination of the warm water running over your body as well as his rough, hot tongue poking inside you was intense and arousing, and you cried out as he traced his tongue over your clit in maddening circles.

“Oh, fuck, Mammon, that’s… perfect,” you gasped. You were already close, the heightened anticipation from our escapade in the ocean ensuring your body was more than ready for his careful ministrations.

He hummed against you as he drew the little bud into his mouth and suckled at it, and it didn’t take long for you to lose control. You came, your back arching off the floor as your hips bucked into his face, the waves of pleasure rolling through you. He didn’t let up, though; he seemed determined to make good on his promise and he thrust two soaked fingers inside of you, curling them and tapping them against your G-spot. You had barely come down from your first climax when the second hit, even harder, and you let out a tortured cry as ecstasy wracked your body. He extracted his fingers and licked you gently as I floated back down to earth, the hot water streaming over his head and pooling on your skin.

“That’s two down,” he murmured as he kissed right above your mound. “One more to go.”

You grabbed his hair and yanked him up roughly so that he was on top of you. You kissed him fiercely and swallowed his chuckles. His erection was back in full force now, jabbing you in the thigh, and he grasped your arms and pulled you up to your feet as he stood. “You wanted to fuck me from behind, right?” You whispered, turning and grinding your bare ass against his groin.

He moaned as he grabbed both of your arms and held them against the cool tile of the shower wall. “I did… because I still owe you another orgasm…” His voice was deep and full of sinful promise as he spoke into my ear and pressed his torso to your back. “That, and I love the way your ass bounces when I fuck you like this… and those little noises you make, oh God… and the way you reach back and dig your nails into my ass when you’re close and you want me to fuck you harder… the way you come and fall forward and I have to catch you, usually by grabbing onto your magnificent tits while I finish you off…”

You were circling your hips back against him now, desperate to have him inside me. “Please, Mammon…”

“As you wish, Y/N,” he whispered as he pushed your legs apart with his knee and slid forward. You groaned at the intrusion as his cock filled me up; he still held my arms in place against the wall as he undulated his hips against you, his tip just brushing your G-spot.

“Oh, Mammon, that’s… that’s good,” I breathed as the water continued to cascade around us.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes… oh, fuck, baby… more… faster…”

He growled as he slammed into you; he shifted his hands so that he was holding both of yours up against the wall with one while the other snaked around your waist to massage your clit. You arched your back and started to push back to meet his thrusts, urging him forward.

“Baby.” His voice was strained. “Keep that up and I’ll come too quickly…”

“I want to feel you come, Mammon,” you panted. “Please…”

“Not until I feel you…” He paused his rhythm and you let out a frustrated whine, which he silenced with a firm tweak of your clit. You bucked into his hand and leaned your forehead against the wall; You weren’t sure how much more my body could take. “… are you going to behave?”

“Yes, Mammon… yes, please,” you babbled, desperate for your finish.

He started moving again, fucking you even harder while you held still, biting your lip so hard you could swear you were going to draw blood. He sucked at your shoulder while he continued to roll your sensitive nub between his fingers and piston into you from behind. You cried out as you climbed higher and higher, and finally you let out an uncontrollable scream as your pussy clamped down on him in powerful release, your entire body trembling as your brain shut down. Stars burst behind your eyelids as you tried to breathe, pleasure shooting through every nerve in your body. As your cunt contracted and released around him he came with an animalistic roar, spilling everything he had left deep inside you. He caught you just as you began to pitch forward and slipped out of you, holding you close while you both caught your breath.

At that moment, you two were shocked by a deluge of frigid water from the shower. You shrieked and leaped out of the tub, grabbing a towel as he followed behind you, laughing.

“Well, I guess we went through all the hot water,” he said, chuckling as he wrapped a towel around his waist and picked me up again. He threw you on the bed and cuddled next to you. “Not that we need it to stay warm. Right, babe?”

“Shut up, Mammon,” you said sleepily.

“Hey! I just gave you three orgasms in less than 30 minutes. I think I deserve a little more tenderness than ‘shut up.’”

“And I jerked you off while skinny-dipping in the frigid ocean,” you said, snuggling into him. “I’d say we’re square.”

He gave a soft chuckle as he pulled you close, then nuzzled your hair as you both drifted off to sleep, sated and happy.

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[aemonds-sapphire]

Sweet Tooth — Gojo x Reader (Smut)

Summary: Gojo has a sweet tooth, and he doesn’t really see a reason as to why he can’t combine his love for candy with his desire for you.

Warnings: NSFW. Foodplay. Dry humping. Pussy slide. Cumplay. Praise. Pure filth! After sex fluff.

A/N: Gege Akutami revealed that Gojo developed a sweet tooth from eating too many sweets in order to keep his brain stimulated. So, obviously, I took the liberty to write filthy smut about it.

Word count: 3.2k

“You know... one of these days you’re going to get cavities from all the sweets you consume.”

“Excuse me?” Gojo turned his head to face you as he beheaded a gummy bear with his front teeth. “My oral hygiene is impeccable,” he added springing his index finger up, while opened his mouth to show you perfect row of clean teeth up to prove a point.

You glared at him adoringly, scooting closer on your bed to lean in on him. A pair of black round shades met your eyes before you lowered your head to capture the candy trapped between his lips with your own.

He did nothing to stop you, but instead let out a dramatic gasp. “First, you insult my oral hygiene, and now you’re stealing my sweets?”

“You are such a drama queen,” you chuckled, chewing the rubbery candy while you straddled his hips. “The great Gojo Satoru throwing a fit over stolen candies. What would people say?”

Two big and strong hands came to grip your waist to help you settle comfortably on top of him.

“I’ll take my chances,” he grinned, caressing the hem of your panties. “But next time you try to steal my sweets, I will have Infinity on.”

Deep down, you knew he wouldn’t do that. Least of of all now, since activating it would literally send you flying across the room.

“You’re picking candy over me?” you pouted, leaning once more to give him a privileged view of your breasts. “This relationship is doomed.”

Gojo brought one hand to remove the sunglasses off his face, allowing his mesmerising sky blue eyes to fall on your tempting cleavage. His other free slid down the curve of your ass to land a soft smack, causing you to jolt to have your heated pussy now fully pressed against his hardening cock.

“Why should I have to choose when I can have both?”

Something in his voice had changed, and you felt the heat in your lower abdomen intensify as he bucked his hips into yours ever so gently, but more than enough to have the swell of his cock brush against your clit.

Gojo’s hand reached out to a cup filled with an obnoxious variety of sweets, and he promptly grabbed one more gummy bear. He brought it to his lips, holding it firmly in place between his teeth. He smacked your other ass cheek, sending you forward and causing you to balance your body with your arms on either side oh his head.

A devious smile tugged at the corner of his mouth before he hooked his index finger in your top to have you lower yourself on him even more.

Instinctively, you wrapped your lips around the candy, but just as your were about to take a bite, he pulled you into a hungry kiss; it caused you to lose your hold on the sweet, but his tongue promptly push it inside your mouth. Reflexively, you started sliding along his covered cock, yearning for more and more friction.

You didn’t even notice that he was holding yet one more candy in his hand until he broke the kiss.

A lollipop.

Your eyes narrowed at him, suspiciously. “What?”

Gojo gave the round candy a short lick, not holding back a mischievous grin. “Lean back.”

“Why?”

You brought your hands to rest on his muscular chest for support. Gojo surely knew how to keep you entertained in the bedroom; he had a way of knowing exactly which strings to pulls with you in order to make things interesting. But when your eyes landed on his tongue teasingly swirling around the lollipop, a rush of tingles caused your clit to swell even more.

“Do as I say,” he insisted trough hooded eyes, his beautiful long white lashes framing them perfectly. “You’ll like it.”

To be honest, you had no doubt that you would, which was why you settled for doing exactly as told, leaning back and gripping his thighs with both hands to keep your balance.

Gojo took his sweet time admiring your delicious body, from top to bottom, only to have his eyes linger on your tight underwear.

“Be a good girl and let me see that clit.”

The way his words came out in such a velvety delight had your heartbeat quicken as a gush of wetness poured out of you clenching pussy.

He kept twirling the candy in his mouth, and only came to a halt when you slowly pulled the fabric to the side.

Having this handsome man literally drooling for you did wonders to your ego; his entire attention was on you.

“Let me see more of it...”

You felt his cock twitch underneath you when you had your other hand release the grip on his thigh to join your other. Gojo Satoru took pride in how easily he could turn you on. He would get so cocky and wouldn’t miss a chance to remind you that he could easily have you throbbing for him.

Once two of your fingers spread your pussy lips, a low growl came from his throat and his hips jerked up.

“So swollen...” he stated, sliding the lollipop out of his mouth. “Look at how wet you are for me... my pants are soaked.”

You did’t need to look down to verify what he had just said; you could feel the fabric of his sweatpants swallowing all of your juices. Realizing that this was turning you on far more than intended, you locked your two fingers in a v shape and began sliding them along your folds, barely stroking your clit.

That was enough to get a more fiery reaction from him.

Gojo had one hand tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants — most likely to help with the restriction as he had a considerable sized cock —, and the other came to rest near your crotch, the lollipop still in his grip.

“Gojo...” you started, stopping your fingers from moving. ‘What are you—“

He bit his lower lip for a second, as if pondering his next move. Then his gorgeous face met yours with his trademark dashing smile.

“Just keep them parted.”

And just like that, he jerked his hand forward, pressing the lollipop against your clit. The sudden pressure caused you to jolt slightly as you removed your fingers, feeling your pussy lips clamping down on the candy.

“Fuck...” you heard Gojo’s voice come out in heavy pants. “Sweet pussy... so hungry for more...”

He kept alternating the pressure with which he teased your clit, drawing the most erratic moans from you as sticky sounds started to fill the room. You kept your panties firmly pulled to the side, but had to grip his thigh tightly to maintain the position. This was surprisingly hot. Having your folds gripping the lollipop as he ran it up and down your slit.

After a few more seconds of intense stimulation, he removed the candy from you with a wet pop.

Nothing in the world could have prepared you for what you witnessed next: the most powerful jujutsu sorcerer in the world brought the dripping lollipop to his lips, drinking in your juices mixed with the sugary liquid.

“Hmm...” he moaned, his hips swaying up and down as you saw him free his cock from his pant, strings of precum coating his skin. “So fucking delicious.”

“Oh my god...” you breathed, not believing how much hotter this man could get.

His eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment a he suckled on it before he glared at you.

“You need to taste this.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks at his offering. “Satoru...”

He released the candy from his mouth and brought downwards to your folds, dragging it along your slit and fold to gather a decent amount of juices. Once he was satisfied with it, he propped himself up with on his elbow.

“Open.”

You immediately parted your lips, feeling it slide slowly inside your mouth.

“Good girl... suck on it.”

Locking your eyes with his, you enveloped it with your tongue to taste the sweetness as well as your warmth on it.

Gojo was visibly satisfied, twirling the stick in between his fingers, and sliding the lollipop in and out, fucking your mouth with it. Everything was happening rather quickly, but the entire setting was proving itself to be so alluring, that you had no other choice but to embrace it. Letting go of your panties, you plated both hands on his hip bones and angled your pussy to weigh down on his cock.

A sudden hiss left his lips as he felt your wet underwear drag along his length.

“No. I want more than that,” he mumbled impatiently, yanking the fabric out of his way. “Sit on my cock.”

Even though your mind was hazy from having the lollipop being used as a fuck toy, you managed to comply with his request and eagerly positioned yourself on his cock, the veiny bulge immediately snuggling between your slick folds.

For someone who was known to excel at everything he had his hands on, Gojo surely lived up to his reputation even when being intimate with someone. Even through his easygoing personality, you were aware that he always put 101% of himself in everything he did.

And in bed, it meant focusing on your pleasure before anything else.

He let the lollipop sit in your mouth as he gripped your waist, setting a slow and sensual pace. “Look down.”

Your eyes left his beautiful face only to be met with the mouthwatering sight of his veiny cock being pressed flat against his lower abdomen as your pussy lips slid along, coating the underside of his throbbing bulge. Gojo’s breath was spilling in breathy pants, clearly struggling to hold back at the overwhelming sensation of having your pussy lips engulfing him.

“Good girl... good girl...”

His words of praise only intensified your hunger for more, so you kept grinding your bare pussy and milking more and more precum from his length. In no time, a few droplets of clear liquid started sliding down his sides from the constant rhythmic sway of your hips.

“My turn,” you let out, bringing the lollipop down to collect some of his sweet liquid with it.

Gojo’s mouth fell open in utter surprise, eyes following your every move. You wrapped your tongue around the candy, tasting the warm liquid boosted with specs of sugar. He raised his hips reflexively and let out a few deep moans, dragging you along his cock with revived hunger.

“Wanna taste?” You moaned around the sweet candy, feeling the coil deep within your tummy tightening from all the stimulation.

You brought it down to his lower abdomen once more, and with a short swipe across his damp skin, you extended your arm towards his face.

“Go on, Satoru,” you cooed teasingly. “Taste yourself.”

He darted his tongue out, welcoming his own precum that dripped from the candy. Your hips faltered for a second as your foggy brain focused on the erotic sight in front of you. He greedily sucked on it in between moans and swirls, never breaking eye contact with you.

He licked his lips as he slid the candy back in your mouth. “Not to brag, but I taste good.”

If not for the overwhelming need to cum, you would have entertained his gigantic ego, but instead you resumed your strokes along his cock, thankful that his strong hands were able to keep your pace from wavering.

“I’m not gonna last much longer...” he warned much to your surprise.

That beat any praise he could give you with words. You figured he hadn’t anticipated just how incredible this would feel, especially considering how much more efficient you had become at pleasuring him.

You tried to restrain your moans, but his hips jerking up worked to magnify your own delight. “Wait... I’m almost there...”

Your body pressed down against his in a desperate attempt to reach your high. His abs flexed with each thrust from you and his hands tightened so hard against your hips that you were sure a few marks would stain your skin afterwards.

“I’m gonna... fuck...”

The steady pace he you both had been able to set completely broke down into ragged jerks of his hips as your folds kept coating him in you juices. A few more wet sounds and pump proved to be the last straw for the jujutsu sorcerer, causing a guttural growl to escape his gaping mouth. His body started shaking from intense pleasure as hot spurts of cum shot from his cock, glazing his flushed and sweaty torso with strings of creamy liquid. The turf of white hair that spread from his navel towards the base oh his cock was completely drenched in a mixture of cum, sweat and precum.

“Fuck!” Gojo grunted in utmost bliss, sliding one hand to your ass ad giving it a loud smack. “Such a good girl...”

Feeling his cock twitch in between your pussy lips and his enticing echoes of pleasure was the last incentive you need to get pushed over the edge. You were crying out with every roll of your hips and brush of your clit along his throbbing cock.

“You’re so hot... you’re so hot...” you mumbled mindlessly, not even bothering to hold the lollipop in place as it fell from your mouth.

Gojo drank in the vision of you reaching your high in a mixture of wonder and pride. Your breasts bounced freely with the rest of your body, and with a few more slaps from his hand on your ass cheek, you came to a stop, your pussy clenching around nothing in waves of pleasure. It was too much, and you leaned forward, digging your nails on his slick abdomen, desperate for something to ground you as you peaked up high. You felt both your legs begin tremble violently, and that’s when he gripped both your thighs with his hands to keep you from jerking too much.

“That’s it... good girl,” he praised sweetly, massaging your quivering thighs as you regained your senses. “Shh... you did so well.”

He hand slid up to grip your arms, helping you keep your balance. You felt beads o sweat drip down your neck and back, causing the fabric of your to to stick to your skin.

“Holy fuck....” you said, still awestruck and struggling to even out your erratic breathing.

Gojo smiled at you. “You are extremely sexy, did you know that?”

You merely nodded absentmindedly, blinking a few times to clear your field of vision from the haziness of an amazing orgasm.

“What?” Gojo inquired as he saw your eyes roam around where he was laying.

Finding the object of your interest, your lips curled up in a devilish smirk.

“Let’s not waste this, shall we?” You suggested, dragging the sticky candy across a shallow puddle of cum on the dip of his abs.

You offered it to him, and he arched an eyebrow at you. “And you say I like sweets.”

He took the stick from your fingers and promptly slipped the round candy past his lips. You glared at him expectantly as he suckled on it.

Gojo Satoru nodded, clearly giving it his seal of approval. “Not bad. I can see why you like swallowing my cum so much.”

“You’re so annoying,” you laughed as he cleaned up the mess on his torso with his shirt before taking it off and tossing it to the floor.

“Oh my god... I’m exhausted...” you mumbled, dropping on your side next to him.

“Me too,” Gojo mused from beside you, his breath coming out in more regular pants.

You shot him a sceptic glare, doubting his words. He had the ability to go on for a crazy amount of rounds as if he was using up the same amount of energy you used when doing the dishes. His reverse cursed technique did wonders in keeping not only his brain fresh, but his overall stamina.

“No, you’re not,” you jabbed a finger at him accusingly before discarding your drenched top to the side. “You’re only saying that to make me feel better.”

“Did it work?”

“No,” you chuckled.

A few minutes rolled by in a familiar and comfortable silence.

“It was good...” Gojo suddenly said, twirling the lollipop in his mouth.

You giggled, wiping the sweat on your brow with the back of your hand. “That was really... really good...”

A few strands of damp white hair were sticking to his forehead, and you seized the moment to look at the beautiful man before you; his eyes were firmly shut as he enjoyed the feeling of your fingers caressing his face.

Gojo Satoru had one heck of a brain. Many envied him for it, but in time you realized that even for someone who managed changed the balance of the world when he was born, it could become too draining at times. Of course, he would never admit that. His pride was too great.

But it was all part of his charm, you figured. You relished in these moments of raw intimacy, because they reminded you of how much of him was human.

“Hey...” you heard his lazy voice. “You’re not gonna swap my cock for lollipops now, are you?”

Your heart clenched in an outburst of affection. “No, Satoru. I could never.”

He was a little kid at heart, truly.

A satisfied smile curled his lips faintly. “Good. I don’t like competition.”

“You haven’t known competition from the moment you were born, you silly.”

A beautiful pair of dreamy blue eyes met yours. “Hmm, true. But I don’t like the thought of it,” he mumbled into the palm of your hand, pressing a loving kiss. “I don’t know how you weak people handle it.”

That last sentence would have probably sparked a heated argument among fellow jujutsu sorcery, but you had grown used to this banter

You gripped his chin with your fingers, offering a teasing smile. “Call me weak again and I’m heading out to buy a stack of various lollipops. Different shapes and sizes.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, the lollipop suddenly freezing in his mouth. “Tell you what,” he started, dragging his fingers along his white locks of hair. “You are my favourite weak person.”

“That doesn’t make it any better,” you groaned, rolling your eyes.

Just as you prepared to smack his arm, the sudden movement was slowed down and met an invisible force field that repelled you from touching him.

You watched as your hand hovered closely to his arm, but unable to make contact.

Gojo’s damn Infinity.

“You are a cheater, Gojo Satoru,” you huffed in annoyance, dropping your hand on the bed with a thump.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to activate it,” he smiled teasingly, loving just how much he riled you up.

“Bullshit. You can decide what touches you or not.”

He nodded in agreement. “Sure, based on the level of threat the person or object poses.”

Oh?

“So... I posed a threat to you?” you mused, following his logic and not able to hold back a victorious smile. “But... didn’t you just call me weak a moment ago?”

His eyes widened slightly at your remark as you caught him off guard with your deduction.

“Touché, sweetheart.”

-

Masterlist

[ncssian]

A Favor: Part Twenty-One

Nessian Modern AU

Masterlist

a/n: as someone who is physically incapable of reading fics and other long tumblr posts line by line and word for word, i think it’s so fucking cool that a bunch of you regularly, excitedly read what i post. i would not blame you at all for skim reading. thank you.

***

The majority of Cassian’s life was spent battling with the fact of his own existence. First he was fatherless, then motherless, then homeless. Being taken in by Rhys’s parents, who bought him nice clothes and nicer gifts, was like putting a bandaid over a stab wound. It couldn’t change the questions that made up Cassian at his core: was he equal to everyone else in this world, or had he been born inherently inferior? Did he deserve the same happinesses that his friends so carelessly reaped, or should he step back and know his place?

The older he grew, the more he grappled with those questions—until the night he learned who his father was, and the truth behind his existence. That he was likely a product of rape. Nearly driving himself drunk off a mountainside in Monte Carlo was enough to make him realize with a startling clarity: he couldn’t keep asking himself the same questions for the rest of his life. At some point, he was going to have to buck the fuck up and make his peace with the world, whether he believed he deserved to be in it or not. And though it might have taken him a while to reach that conclusion, Cassian can proudly say he did it. Not long into his post-college years, Cassian finally grew up.

By twenty-seven, he was secure enough in himself and his place in the world to not have to deal with those doubtful voices every waking minute. His life was figured out, and his ego was unshakeable. Until Nesta Archeron entered the story.

Now at twenty-eight, Cassian is again unsecured—this time in a less tragic but more confusing way. Because everything he thinks he knows about himself, about life, she insists on proving wrong.

Including the issue of celebrating his birthday.

“I feel like I should have asked this earlier,” Cassian mutters to Nesta as they stand in the cozy resort lobby, “but why is Az here?”

Nesta looks both humiliated and resigned when she mutters back, “He wouldn’t pay for the resort unless I let him come with us.”

“At that point you should’ve just let me pay, babe.” He watches Azriel’s back as he chats up the lady at the front desk while getting their room keys.

“On your own birthday? It would have ruined the point,” Nesta says.

Cassian doesn’t retort that having his brother present at their couple’s retreat also ruins the point. He’s sure she already knows.

Nesta’s reaction when Cassian told her that he didn’t celebrate his birthday was unforgettable.

“No one in our inner circle really cares about birthdays,” he had shrugged. “Feyre’s birthday is the exception because she’s sort of the outsider, and Rhys will find any excuse to worship at her feet. But the rest of us? I don’t know, it was never a big deal.”

As someone who’s never skipped a birthday once in her life, even when she was isolated and ignoring her family’s phone calls, Nesta took this as a personal offense. “I need to get you out of this cabin,” she stated.

Which brings them here, to Colorado’s finest ski resort situated high in the Rocky Mountains. The lobby is littered with overstuffed armchairs and a crackling fireplace, and huge windows look out over the blinding white mountains.

Az starts heading their way, key cards in hand, when Cassian suddenly turns to Nesta. “We need to find him a woman,” he whispers.

“What?”

“We can’t let him third wheel with us for the whole weekend. We’ll never get time alone.” Cassian is set on this new plan, already scanning the lobby for women around Azriel’s age.

“I agree, but—”

Azriel reaches the two of them, tossing a room card to Nesta. “You can stop talking about me now. I’ll be spending most of my time hitting the slopes.”

Cassian and Nesta mumble a halfhearted, “We weren’t talking about you.”

He narrows his eyes at them. “Uh-huh. Just remember whose credit card this is going on.” Picking up his ski gear and duffel bag, he turns for the elevator.

Nesta frowns up at Cassian once Az is gone, more adorably than she probably intends. “Do you think he’s upset?”

He scoffs. “We should be upset at him.” He doesn’t want to have to worry about his brother while he’s on vacation, and Az definitely wouldn’t want him to worry either, but it isn’t something that can be helped.

Despite his irritation, he might go skiing with Az later this afternoon. Just to keep him company.

***

Nesta will give it to Azriel—he’s a man of fine taste, and also generous with his spending. She originally wanted a normal room for her and Cassian, preferably the cheapest one, but Az went behind her back and upgraded them to a fully decked out penthouse suite.

“This is too much for just a weekend,” she tells him over the phone while Cassian is in the bathroom. “How am I supposed to pay you back for this?”

“Why would you pay me back?” he says dismissively. “I’m rich.”

When Nesta tries arguing with him, he only replies, “I don’t take money from poor people,” and hangs up on her.

Which leaves Nesta to enjoy the four-spray shower and heated bathroom tiles free of charge. By the time she comes out of the shower, Cassian has already left with Azriel to hit some slopes before dinner, though not before leaving her a note promising to teach her how to ski tomorrow.

Nesta doesn’t even get to unwrap her towel from her body before realizing her phone is ringing incessantly, all the way from the other side of the suite. Jogging over to the living area, Nesta answers Emerie’s call. “What’s up?”

“Where are you?” Emerie greets without introduction.

“At the ski lodge?” Nesta answers, confused. “I already told you, for Cassian’s birthday.”

“I know that,” Emerie hisses. “I mean what room are you in? This place is huge.”

“Wait—you’re here?” Nesta looks quickly around herself, as if Emerie will pop up from behind the couch.

“Not just me. So is Gwyn.” Nesta hears rustling on the other side of the line, and then Emerie saying from a distance, “Answer for your crimes, Gwyneth. Say hi.”

A new, clearer voice comes over the phone. “Hiii, Nesta.” Gwyn sounds weak, like she is not having fun at all.

“What the hell do you two think you’re doing?” Nesta demands.

“Well, it’s a long story and I need to see you first. Also, I have to pee. Where is your room?”

Five minutes later, Gwyn and Emerie are sitting obediently before the roaring fireplace in Nesta and Cassian’s suite.

Now fully dressed, Nesta stabs a finger at Emerie. “Explain.”

“I didn’t do anything,” Emerie says indignantly. “Gwyn barged into my place at eight in the morning and dragged me all the way here—”

“It was an emergency!” Gwyn tosses her hands in the air. “It still is an emergency. That’s why we’re here.”

“I’m here because Gwyn is scared of traveling alone,” Emerie interjects. “And driving on highways.”

“Guys!” Nesta snaps.

Gwyn makes a whining sound of defeat and drops her head into her hands. After a long moment, she speaks. “He asked if we could go to dinner together. Like, right to my face. And I panicked and said yes, because I couldn’t think of a reason to say no, but obviously I can’t do that. So this morning I cashed in my sick days and told him I was going on vacation for a whole week.” Gwyn looks up at Nesta with pleading teal eyes. “Please can we stay here the whole week?”

Nesta stares at Gwyn, feeling like her brain was just sucked dry. “First of all, who’s ‘he’?”

“Max!” She stands in her outburst. “The love of my life. The man who works on the fourth floor of the library. Do you pay attention to the groupchat at all?”

Oh yeah, that guy. “You came all the way here,” Nesta drawls out slowly, “so you wouldn’t have to have dinner with your crush?”

“It wasn’t just any dinner.” Gwyn flops back onto the couch. “It was a date. I can’t go on a date with him. First dates lead to second dates, and second dates lead to—sex.” She whispers the last word.

“Really?” Emerie frowns, not missing a beat at the mention of Gwyn’s deepest fear. “What kind of dates have you been having?”

“I haven’t been having any dates,” Gwyn says. “Why, how long do you usually see someone before doing it?”

“First date, at most,” Emerie shrugs.

“No,” Nesta steps in, sending Emerie a bewildered look. “Gwyn, you’ve known this guy for a while now. If he’s half as decent as you think he is, he won’t expect sex by the second date. And even if he does—”

“What does it matter?” Gwyn wails. “It’ll come up eventually. And when it does, he’ll think I’m a freak.”

“He won’t get a chance to think anything before I kill him,” Emerie says, eyes darkening.

Nesta says nothing, knowing this is something she can’t advise Gwyn about. Whether or not Gwyn chooses to share her past and unresolved trauma with another man, and whether or not that man reacts in an unshitty way isn’t something Nesta can determine. So she just states for the record, “You’re not a freak.”

“But it’s what he’ll think.”

“Then you shouldn’t be with him in the first place,” Nesta says firmly. Even though she knows better than anyone that it isn’t always that simple.

Proving her point, Gwyn scoffs and looks away. “You don’t get it.”

“What I really don’t get,” Nesta says, “is why you took your lie so literally. Why did you come all the way out here instead of hiding out at home for the week?”

“Merrill sees and knows everything. I can’t lie to her.” Gwyn cringes. “If I stayed at home, she would sniff me out as soon as she got me on the phone, and then I’d really be screwed.”

Nesta cocks her head at Gwyn, squinting her eyes in something akin to fascination.

“I had the same reaction,” Emerie pipes up. She shakes her head at Gwyn. “I’ve never met a more melodramatic idiot, truly.”

Gwyn curls into herself on the couch, looking ashamed.

Nesta sighs sharply, then whips out a hand. “Give me your wallets. I’ll go downstairs right now and see if I can book a room last minute.”

Emerie sits up at that. “Uh… I’m not sure I can afford a place like this.”

“Neither can I,” Nesta says. “That’s why Azriel paid for all of us.”

Gwyn’s eyes go comically round. “Azriel’s here?”

“Unfortunately.” She snaps her fingers at both girls. “Credit or debit, now.”

“So… I’m assuming we can’t just share this huge suite with you guys, huh?” Gwyn says hesitantly.

There might be actual flames in Nesta’s eyes. This is Cassian’s birthday, goddammit. Cassian, who hasn’t celebrated a birthday since he was eleven. “Please don’t push me.”

Gwyn and Emerie, very reluctantly, hand their cards over to Nesta. Emerie hands over two, just in case.

In the end, Nesta doesn’t use any of their money, but charges the new room to her own account. She’ll work it off by putting extra hours into Night Court, she tells herself.

When she returns to the penthouse suite, she spies tracks outlined in melted snow at the doorway. Shit. She barges inside to find Cassian and Azriel standing in the middle of the living area, with Emerie looking awkward on the couch.

“Uh, we just got back—” Cassian starts.

“I can explain,” Nesta interrupts.

A faucet turns off in the distance, and Gwyn peeks her head out of the bathroom door.

“Oh, shit,” Azriel says in delight. “Freckles is here too?”

Gwyn looks like she’s about to turn right back around to the bathroom. Nesta and Cassian both throw Az a baffled look, but Nesta says, “I can fix this. I’ve already fixed it.” She goes over to Emerie and hands her a key card. “You and Gwyn are going to stay on the first floor, and you won’t bother me or Cassian for the duration of our stay. It’ll be like you’re not even here.” She whips toward Gwyn, who still hovers near the bathroom doorway. “And at the end of this weekend, you’re going back to work like the adult you are and taking care of your shit.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Gwyn says quietly, lowering her head.

Cassian comes over to Nesta, whispering, “So, you didn’t invite them to keep Az company or anything, right?”

“I can hear you,” Azriel says.

“Of course not,” Nesta whispers back. “That’s a terrible idea.”

“Really? Because I thought it was kind of convenient—”

“I can still hear you,” Az repeats.

“So can I,” Emerie nods.

“Shut up,” Nesta hisses at the both of them. Grabbing Cassian’s still-gloved hand, she drags him upstairs and away to their bedroom. When the door shuts behind them, she turns to him and blurts, “I’m so sorry.”

Cassian only laughs, taking his ski jacket off and brushing away the wet snow from the back. “I’m not.” He tosses his jacket and gloves over a chair and approaches Nesta, tugging her closer by her oversized turtleneck. “And what did I tell you about wasting your apologies?”

Nesta doesn’t care. “I ruined your birthday.”

“My birthday’s not until tomorrow,” he says with a straight face. “But honestly, I like this a lot more than just you, me, and Az. At least he can’t third wheel anymore, right?”

She shakes her head insistently, frustration boiling in her blood. “Everything’s going wrong.”

“But you solved our problems.” He finds Nesta’s clenched fists and unfurls them with gentle hands. “You got the girls their own room, and now Az can be distracted with those two. We can still be alone. We win.”

Nesta purses her lips, unconvinced, when Cassian adds, “But seriously, though—what the fuck are they doing here?”

She exhales deeply, letting her head drop forward onto Cassian’s chest. “I don’t know,” she mutters. “Gwyn panicked about some personal stuff and thought it was a good idea to come to me. I don’t want to make her leave, though.” Gwyn is being stupid right now, without a doubt, but Nesta won’t abandon her. Neither will Emerie.

God, having friends sucks.

Cassian threads a hand through her loose hair and hums. “Gwyn was smart for coming to you.”

***

Dinner is held outside in the snow and cold, but everyone bundles up and sits down at a table that surrounds one of the multiple fire pits in the courtyard. Cassian convinced Nesta to let Gwyn and Emerie hang out with them for the weekend, because what else are those poor girls supposed to do, and now the women babble over each other as they decide what to drink.

Cassian sits back and takes it in, the sight feeling heartwarmingly familiar and strangely brand new at the same time. Nesta ends up being the one to order everybody’s drinks, and once the waiter scampers back inside, Gwyn releases a terse breath. “Sometimes I still get scared of that tone.”

“I’m always scared of it,” Az mutters, eyeing Nesta from the corner of his eye.

“What tone?” Cassian laughs. He knows Nesta is still a little wound up from her plans going off the rails, but she hasn’t done anything scary.

“I’m used to it,” Emerie says through a mouthful of fries, “but I think that waiter almost cried.”

“That’s how I sound all the time.” Nesta shrugs, sitting back.

“What tone?” Cassian repeats.

Nesta clicks her tongue impatiently. “You know how I talk. I’m straightforward.”

“And harsh,” Azriel adds. “Even aggressive.”

“Watch it.” Gwyn turns stern eyes onto him over the fire pit.

“I have no idea what you all are talking about,” Cassian says. He turns to Nesta. “You sound perfectly normal to me.”

She narrows her perfect brows at him, and Emerie laughs, “I don’t know if that’s romantic or ignorant.”

But now that they’re discussing it, Cassian does distinctly remember Nesta having a sharp edge to her words while they were getting to know each other. Did it disappear over time, or has he really stopped noticing it?

He doesn’t get to think about it before their drinks arrive, followed soon by a dinner of fancy sandwiches.

Cassian cuts his beef sandwich in half and gives the other half to Nesta, and she does the same with her turkey sandwich. They eat and drink around the crackling fire, laughing and talking about tomorrow’s plans (“It’s not your birthday, Azriel,” Nesta says. “Stop asking about gifts.”). Cassian and Emerie talk idly about video games over wine, and even though it isn’t really his thing, he can see her excitement over it and gladly indulges it.

Once everyone is finished eating and is slightly drunk, Gwyn pulls a small sleeve of crackers out of her puffy jacket, followed by a fun-sized Hershey’s bar and a handful of mini marshmallows.

“What are you doing?” Nesta says.

“Making dessert.” Gwyn builds a mini s’more and places it carefully on her fork so she can toast it over the fire pit. When it’s done, she leans forward even more to try to put it on Nesta’s plate. “For you. Thank you for letting me and Emerie stay.”

Nesta jumps, catching the s’more with her plate and batting Gwyn away from the fire pit at the same time. “You’ll set your hair on fire,” she hisses.

Gwyn’s hair remains safe, but now Cassian catches his brother watching Gwyn amusedly from the corner of his eye. “Can I have one?” Az says.

“I’m all out.” Gwyn says while building another s’more, refusing to meet his eyes.

Cassian and Nesta share a look, a hundred words thrown back and forth between them in that glance. She scoots her chair closer to him to slip her cold hands into his warm ones, but while the conversation carries on around the table, she leans in and whispers, “I’m not a busybody but…”

“I am,” he whispers back. “Az is being weird, weirder than usual.”

Nesta nods. “I’ve never seen him so—outgoing.”

Neither has Cassian, but before he can mention anything else, he looks up to find that Gwyn and Azriel’s seats at the table are empty. “How much did those two drink?” he breathes.

Nesta follows his gaze, seeing what he’s seeing: Azriel and Gwyn wandering clumsily around the snowy courtyard. Or rather, Az is trying to chase Gwyn down for a s’more, while she clutches her mini marshmallows to her chest and vehemently yells, “They’re mine!”

Meanwhile, Emerie is half asleep at the table.

Cassian watches as Gwyn nears the towering fir tree at the center of the courtyard and slips. Az shoots out a hand to catch her, but not before her ass hits the stone, hard. He pulls her back up, no longer fooling around, and Gwyn rubs her butt in pain.

Cassian suddenly feels Nesta squeezing the life out of his hands, and he looks over to find fury written across her face. For a heartbeat, he feels worried for Az.

“Go deal with him,” Nesta says lowly. “Before I do.”

Not needing any more words to understand, he stands out of his seat and heads out into the courtyard. He doesn’t know why Nesta thinks Gwyn needs protecting, but it makes him feel protective himself. Approaching the duo, he sees that Azriel finally acquired the leftover s’more ingredients from Gwyn.

“There’s only like half a cracker left,” Az mutters to himself, shaking the baggie.

“Is he bothering you?” Cassian asks Gwyn, who still looks grumpy over losing their skirmish.

Whipping her head to Cassian like he’s her savior, Gwyn nods furiously. “Please make him stop.”

Cassian turns to Azriel with rage in his eyes, a clear What the fuck do you think you’re doing?

But Az shakes his head in denial. “It’s not like that. Look, she’s smirking at me!” He points over Cassian’s shoulder.

When Cassian looks, Gwyn is already walking back to the fire pit, holding her bruised ass.

Az starts, “What a fake little—”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Cassian interrupts. “Yesterday you’re crying over Elain and today you’re flirting with Nesta’s friend?”

Azriel goes serious, his face turning colder than the night air. “How do you know about Elain?” he says gruffly.

“Everyone knows, Azriel.” Cassian stares down his brother, wondering if he’ll finally get him to get his head screwed on straight after these past weeks of secretive bullshit.

Azriel sets his jaw, but a muscle there ticks.

“Will you finally at least tell me what’s going on in your head?” Cassian pleads. “Because I can’t keep guessing.”

Azriel glances toward the dinner table, as if checking to see that no one is paying attention to them. Looking back, he inhales a breath. “You want to know why I left Velaris?”

Like Nesta, Azriel is not one to quickly make himself vulnerable. So there’s no blatant emotion in his voice when he says, “I started seeing her at the end of summer, not long after she broke up with her ex. And it was so…nice after every other relationship I’ve been in has gone wrong. We kept it quiet, and because of that, it was peaceful.” Azriel’s eyes meet Cassian’s twin ones, and he smirks without humor. “But you already know what that’s like, don’t you?”

He does. Cassian crosses his arms, waiting for Az to continue.

“Anyway, we had a good run. For a long time, it was mostly just sex, but I liked her. I liked her a lot.” Az kicks at the snow-dusted cobblestones. “Then Christmas came around, and Rhys found out.” His face darkens as he remembers, and Cassian stiffens, knowing what’s next isn’t good. Sometimes Rhys forgets the boundary between boss and brother.

“He didn’t say anything about it to Elain, of course,” Azriel says. “But he dragged my ass aside and gave me this huge lecture about us using each other as rebounds. Said ‘Feyre’s sister’ deserves better or some shit. I told him there was more to it than that, but he wouldn’t listen. Instead he brought Vanserra & Co. into it, like his business matters had anything to do with me and Elain.” Azriel’s eyes crinkle at the corners in a puzzled way. “So I got to thinking, ‘why would he bring the Vanserras up?’ He made it seem like such a big deal.” The toe of his boot digs a hole into the ground.

Sympathy churns alongside anger in Cassian’s chest for Azriel’s situation, anger at Rhysand for crossing that line between brothers. He’s only momentarily grateful that Rhys never tried doing something similar to him and Nesta.

“I thought she was over that other guy, Lucien,” Az continues. “But maybe she’s not, if Rhys is so concerned about what Lucien’s stepfather thinks. Anyway, that’s why I ran. Because I knew she liked me, but I also knew she didn’t love me. I didn’t want us to cause all that trouble with Rhys just to end up backed into a corner one day, having nowhere else to go because she loves someone else and I’m just a rebound. It would be awkward for everyone involved.” He scratches the back of his neck. “It’s mostly my fault, for always chasing after women I can’t have.” He finally looks up at Cassian. “When you talk to Elain, does it sound like she hates me?” The question is quiet, straightforward.

“No,” Cassian answers, voice rough. Even if Azriel wants to hide his feelings, Cassian won’t. “She doesn’t seem like she hates you. I don’t even think she’s mad at you.” Concerned, anxious, upset—that’s Elain as far as he knows.

“She should hate me,” Azriel says. “She should get pissed, burn my old clothes, and swear to never talk to me again. That’s the only way she can move on.” Maybe even move back to Lucien, is what goes unsaid.

Cassian isn’t so sure about that. Even as he feels for Az, he thinks both of his brothers should get slapped upside the head for how they’ve been acting lately. He won’t be the one to do it, but he might get Nesta to relay a message to Elain. It’ll be the same thing. “I’m sorry,” he tells Az instead. “I know I’ve been hard on you lately. When we get home, I’ll start doing better.” He claps Az on the shoulder and squeezes.

Azriel surprises him by scoffing, looking away in disbelief. “Wow, being compassionate is really a full time job for you, huh?” He claps Cassian’s shoulder back, pulling him into a sudden hug. “You’ve already done more than enough,” he says into Cassian’s ear. “Go to your girlfriend and take a rest.”

Taken aback, Cassian nods and pulls away. He’s about to turn around and leave when Az says, “By the way, I wasn’t flirting with Gwyn.”

Cassian raises a brow. “You were definitely doing something.”

Az rolls his eyes. “I’m not giving her anything she can’t handle. But in case you haven’t noticed, I have no interest in other women right now.” He makes a face. “Especially not her.”

Cassian chuckles. “I believe you. It’s Nesta you need to worry about.”

“Whatever. I’m not scared of her.”

That makes Cassian laugh even harder, but he turns around, ready to go back to said girlfriend. As he nears the fire pit, though, he finds that Gwyn is already there and cuddled up to Nesta. On Nesta’s other side, Emerie now sits in Cassian’s chair, asleep on her friend’s shoulder. He stops in his tracks.

Cassian wasn’t lying when he told Nesta that he was happy about their changed vacation plans—he believes the more the merrier, and he loves these people. Yet he can’t help but wish the two of them could be alone for just one day. Only one.

God, sometimes having friends sucks.

***

a/n: this is a two parter so next chapter we’ll finally be getting more nessian alone time

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