#if i said you had a beautiful body would you hold it against me

[ramp-it-up]

Make it So

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Summary: The wink was all a part of his plan.

Word count: 3.9 K

Pairing: Art Dealer (mob boss) Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: This fic is in the Knock You Down AU, and is the answer to this ask. Please let me know how you feel by commenting, reblogging, and interacting. 😉

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Reader is 8-weeks pregnant and asks for rough sex. Bucky gives it to her. Angst, yearning, sex in an established relationship, pregnant reader, Bucky is a simp for Furmoaså, flirting, teasing, Bucky speaking google Romanian, praise and degradation, but also degradation, shower sex, very rough sex, rough oral, ass slapping, face slapping, spit play, masturbation, hand job, blow job, raw p-in-v, after care.

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Bucky didn’t mean to listen in on your conversation with Peach, it just sort of happened.

He was walking into the living room from his home office, the one he’d been working out of since Atlanta. After everything that happened to Peach, and what he and Steve had to do after, Bucky had taken no chances.

The incident rattled him, and he’d been keeping closer tabs on you while handling his art dealings remotely.

As he rounded the corner, Peach’s voice came through the speakerphone loud and clear.

“And that was the most amazing sex I've ever had in my life. I wonder if Steve'll ever get that riled up again. D’you think I’d be that lucky?”

Bucky’s lips twitched into a smirk. He knew Steve too well. He could almost guess what type of sex play he'd gotten up to with his wife. Seemed that Peach was his perfect match.

But then he heard your laugh, light and beautiful, and the sound stopped him in his tracks.

“Knowing you, Peach,” you replied, “you’ll probably get him riled up every damn day with your crazy ass.”

Bucky leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms as he watched you.

You were curled up on the couch, the New York skyline glowing behind you through the massive windows. Your laughter faded, and your fingers toy absentmindedly with the delicate gold necklace he gave you for Christmas, the one that held a tiny charm of his and your initials.

Then you sighed, your voice softening.

“I wish Bucky would be rough with me again,” you admitted quietly, your gaze distant.

“Don’t get me wrong, the sex is amazing. He treats me like a goddess. But it’s like I’m porcelain now. The thing is, I’m pregnant, not bedridden. My doctor said I was healthy as a horse today and my cervix is sound. If women have been doing hard labor while pregnant since the beginning of time, I can take a rough fucking.”

Peach snorted, her laughter ringing out over the phone.

“First world problems, hun. Lots of women, and men, would kill to be Bucky Barnes’ fiancée. Just talk to him.”

You bite your lip, looking pensive. 

“Nah, I’m just being hormonal and crazy. You’re right, I have everything I need. Now, about the wedding, which venue on the island…”

But Bucky wasn’t listening anymore. He was too busy committing your words to memory, the longing in your tone stirring something deep in his chest. He was glad that you had Peach to talk to, but he was tasked with taking care of you, with fulfilling your every desire.

Bucky thought back to when he first spanked you and how much you loved it. His cock stirred when he thought of how your body responded to him. He did miss it.

You wanted for him to stop holding back? To stop treating you like glass?

He would make it so.

—---

The event you attended that night buzzed with energy amid a sea of sharp tuxedos, glittering dresses, and the faint hum of a jazz band weaving through the air. 

Bucky, always cool, stood by the bar nursing a whiskey, his piercing blue eyes tracking your every move.

Though the room brimmed with industry elites, what most people wouldn’t notice was the nearly invisible network of security personnel scattered throughout. They blended seamlessly, laughing and chatting, but their focus was razor-sharp. They were there for one purpose: to keep you and Peach safe. Bucky and Steve had made sure of that. 

Tonight was supposed to be a perfect night out for you and Peach, and nothing was going to compromise it.

Across the room, you stood in a floor-length gown that hugged every curve in a way that made Bucky’s throat dry. The light from the chandeliers danced over your skin making your glow even more radiant in the soft illumination.

As an art dealer, Bucky was no stranger to beauty, but you? 

You were untouchable. You were his. 

Pride swelled in his chest at the thought that you were carrying his child, and were soon to be his wife. But that pride was quickly joined by a flicker of possessiveness every time someone let their gaze linger on you for a beat too long.

It wasn’t just your beauty that held everyone captive, it was the light in your eyes, the warmth in your laughter as you chatted with Peach and Steve, your joy radiating in a way that lit up the entire room.

And yet, even surrounded by admirers, your focus always found him.

Bucky looked immaculate tonight, his sharp suit tailored to perfection. The dark fabric stretched over his broad shoulders and framed his muscled physique in a way that made you weak. His eyes roamed the room with the practiced ease of someone who saw everything, but when they landed on you, they lingered.

Then came the moment that almost undid you.

From across the room, Bucky raised his eyebrows and gave you a wink, followed by a slight nod. A small, playful smile tugged at the corner of his lips, subtle, yet devastating.

Your breath hitched, your pulse quickened. That wasn’t just a wink. It was a promise. Yes, ma’am. I’m going to fuck your shit up tonight, don’t worry.

Or maybe it was just your hormones.

But the way his lips curled into that smirk, the glimmer of heat in his eyes, it set off a wildfire in your veins. That damn wink triggered something primal, sending your thoughts spiraling. 

Suddenly, all you could think about was what he would do to you later, the unspoken promises that he’d made.

Your heart raced, your skin flushed. 

For a moment, you forgot where you were, distracted by the sheer force of his presence. It was maddening, the way he could unravel you with something so small.

And he knew it.

When you returned to the table after a chat with Peach, he was waiting. Ever the gentleman, Bucky rose to pull out your chair. But it was the brush of his fingers on your wrist, the heat of his breath as he leaned close to murmur in your ear, that nearly did you in.

“Ești absolut uluitoare, Frumoaså,” he whispered, his voice low and rich. You are absolutely stunning, Beautiful.

Bucky speaking Romanian was your weakness, and he knew that very well. Your breath caught as you sank into your chair, your pulse hammering at the base of your throat.

“Thank you,” you managed, voice barely above a whisper.

It didn’t stop there.

Every time you looked his way, he was already watching, his gaze burning into you like a brand. His hand brushed yours casually as he refilled your glass, but the touch lingered just long enough to set your nerves aflame. His thumb ghosted over your knuckles, warm and deliberate, though his eyes stayed fixed on the glass.

“Ești bine, iubirea mea?” he asked softly, his tone teasing. Are you okay, my love?

You swallowed hard, nodding. “I’m fine.”

But the heat in your cheeks and the ache between your thighs told a different story.

His lips twitched into a rakish grin, and he leaned back in his chair, legs spreading slightly. It was casual, and unassuming, unless you were the one watching. You couldn’t stop your eyes from trailing down to his crotch, betraying you in a moment of pure weakness.

Bucky caught you looking, and with a wicked gleam in his eye, he spread his thighs wider.

You grabbed your water and took a long sip, praying for composure, but it was useless. He was enjoying every second of your unraveling.

Later, on the dance floor, he turned the teasing up another notch. His hand pressed firmly against the small of your back as he guided you closer, his touch maddeningly confident. The two of you swayed to the music, but he kept just enough space between you to leave you yearning for him.

“You’re awfully quiet tonight,” he murmured, his lips brushing your ear.

“I’m fine,” you whispered again, though the tremor in your voice betrayed you.

He chuckled softly, the sound rumbling through his chest. 

“Hmmmmm. I’m not so sure about that.”

His hand slid lower, just above the curve of your hip, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles over the fabric of your dress.

Then he leaned in, his voice a deep, velvety whisper.

“Dac�� asta e bine, abia aștept să văd cum vei arăta mai târziu când ești nebună după mine.” If this is fine, I can’t wait to see how you’ll look later when you’re crazy for me.

The exotic words sent a shiver down your spine, your knees nearly buckling. Before you could respond, he spun you effortlessly, pulling you back into his chest with a hand sliding up to the nape of your neck.

"I want to be very rough with you tonight. I got so excited that I ordered a new velvet flogger. For your nipples."

Your eyes widened and you had to swallow before you started to drool.

"I know you're already very sensitive, and I figure I can flick so that it delivers an extra sting."

Bucky watched your eyes dilate as your cunt clenched around nothing.

"Shame it won't be here until tomorrow. But, vrei să fii o curvă pentru mine diseară?” he whispered, his lips brushing your ear. Do you want to be a slut for me tonight?

You nearly choked on air, your head spinning as his words settled over you like a challenge.

“You’re driving me insane,” you breathed.

“Good,” he replied, lips brushing your ear again.

“Te vreau. Și îți promit, Frumoaså mea, o să-ți dau tot ce meriți când ajungem acasă.” I want you. And I promise, my Beautiful, I’ll give you everything you deserve when we get home.

By the time the night ended, you were a tightly wound coil, your nerves singing, your body burning with anticipation.

As the elevator doors closed behind you, Bucky’s arms wrapped around you from behind, his hand sliding over the gentle curve of your belly. His hardness pressed against your back, a reminder of what was coming.

“I’ve arranged for Sylvia to make a house call tomorrow,” he murmured against your ear, his lips brushing your hair. “You’re going to need it.”

Your breath caught, your mind racing as you imagined what he had planned for your stylist to make another home visit the day after she came to get you and Peach ready that afternoon.

He hummed softly, his lips grazing your neck. 

“Sper că ești pregătită, Frumoaså. I hope you’re ready, Beautiful. 

“Remember, green for go, red for stop,” he added, his voice velvet-soft.

Your knees were weak, so Bucky had to hold you up and against him as he elevator ascended

—-

Bucky made sure you had a snack and some water, taking care of your needs before giving you exactly what you craved.

With a tenderness that contrasted the fire in his eyes, he pulled you into his arms, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as he undressed you, his hands working tenderly. 

You followed him to the ensuite, where he turned on the shower, the multiple jets hissing to life in the spacious enclosure. The air was thick with water vapor. When he turned back to you, something shifted in his gaze, something dark and hungry.

Your gaze was on his rock hard and leaking cock.

"Do you want to fuck?"

He said it so simply, but it was enough to make you wetter than you were the second before.

"Yeah," you breathed, already melting under the intensity of his stare.

In an instant, he had you pressed against the shower wall, your cheek against the cool tiles. One hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back, while the other pinned your arms behind your back. You arched into him, feeling the heat of his body flush against yours as he took control, moving into your slick pussy surely and swiftly with no preparation.

Bucky started fucking you, the way he knew you liked it. You moaned and he slapped your ass, causing you to keen.

“Oh. Yess yes yes yes.”

“Fuck. Me,” he grunted into your ear.

He pulled back on your arms to pull you harder onto his cock and groped your tits.

“Jesus. So Gotdamned tight, what do you mean?”

Bucky said it through gritted teeth, almost offended that you felt so good around him, making him go even harder.  You whimpered and moaned as he pressed you harder into the wall.

“Been waiting so long for you to get rough with me, Baby. Stretch me out," you pleaded.

Bucky was in the zone, pulling almost all the way out and destroying you with long, deep strokes. When he looked up to see you smiling into the wall, he leaned forward to lick your cheek. You laughed.

“Yesss, baby.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too, want more of you inside me.”

Bucky grabbed your shoulders and stroked harder, faster, deeper, causing you to gasp for air.

“Oh my god.”

“Fuck!”

Bucky rocked back on his heels and grabbed your hair, pulling your head back as he slapped both of your asscheeks. You tightened impossibly around him.

“Ahhh! Yes, yes, yes!”

He bent your head backward and kissed your forehead as he plowed into you.

“Oh my god you feel so electric Bucky.”

He grabbed your arm and positioned your hand at your cunt, urging you to play with your clit. Except he didn’t use as many words.

“Yes, Good Girl!” was his chant as he smacked both ass cheeks again.

Bucky opened his mouth in a silent growl as you arched into him, convulsed around him and came all over the shower floor. You sagged against the wall, but Bucky wasn’t done yet. 

Far from it.

“Ahhhh, oh my god,” he surged up inside you, deep and hot, but he didn’t cum.

“Give me your fucking color.”

You were loving it. 

“Fuck yesss! Green!”

He pulled out and let the water run over you two for a minute, and then he plunged his hand into your pussy from behind.

“Another one Furmoaså. Your pleasure belongs to me.”

“Oh God….”

“You keep calling me that. “S’ not my name.”

All you could do was scream as he relentlessly made you cum on his hand again, and then he turned you around, kissed you like his life depended on it, then pressed on your shoulders to make you kneel. 

Your mouth dropped open automatically as he grabbed your wet hair and held you still as he slid his wet cock over your tongue. He fucked your face as you looked up at him and he slowed his strokes into your throat lest he cum down it.

"Make sure you breathe, my Love. Tap my thigh if it is too much."

Bucky's cock was always too much, but you were focusing on breathing through your nose. Instead of tapping his thigh, you grabbed both of them and pulled him further into your throat.

"Shhhhhitttttt, Furmoaså." Bucky's head hung back on his neck.

You reached up and stroked his cock, the part that wasn’t in your warm, wet mouth. Bucky let you take control and gag on him, pushing yourself into the wet curls at the base of his cock.

When you stayed down, he had to pull you off with a sharp, “Gotdamn it Baby,” and you smiled evilly up at him as you spit on his cock. He grabbed your hair to fuck your face again, cooing filthy praises down at you.

“Ah, shit, you look great, taking my cock like this, yes, yes, yes. Oh. yes.”

Your head started knocking against the tiles and he backed off, but you chased his cock, burying your nose in his pelvis again.

“Ohhhh shittt.”

You pulled off and started sucking him vigorously, using two hands and getting super sloppy with it; convenient, since you were in the shower.

“That’s it, show me, show me what a good cock slut you are my beloved. Show me. Good girl.”

Your head swam with the degradation and praise as you worked him, and yourself, into a frenzy.

Bucky's knees got week as you gagged around him again.

“Oh. I like being in your throat like that, missed that neck.”

“Slap my face, Daddy.”

Bucky froze, the cum threatening to claw its way out of his dick.

He positioned your chin and watched you smirk after he tapped you soundly, but not too hard. You gasped and smiled as he slid his cock to the back of your throat again and alternated strokes with slaps.

“Yes… yess… and don’t cough.”

You let him use you, your pussy soaked now. As if reading your mind, he commanded you.

“Finger your cunt, you naughty girl…”

You circled your clit as he fucked your face, and your mind faded to bliss as you pleasured yourself. 

“Fuck your cunt for me Furmoaså.”

You nearly came just from his words and you managed to stuff three fingers in and out of you at a rapid pace for a few more seconds until you came, you body humming.

Bucky kneeled on the floor and shared a filthy kiss with you, moaning into your mouth as he took over finger fucking you. You were a moaning, incoherent mess as you stroked his cock furiously. 

At one point, you begged him to spit in your mouth and as he did, you came all over his fingers.

You sucked your juices off your fingers as you looked into his now black eyes.

“Back in your pussy.”

Your eyes rolled as you fucked yourself again. You opened your mouth for him to spit again as your other hand continued to stroke him.

“Let me taste.”

Bucky licked your covered fingers.

“Fucking delicious,”

He stood up, sliding his cock back between your lips.

“Mmmmm nasty girl…”

And he fucked your mouth again as this time you came all over your fingers.

“Good fucking girl.” 

Suddenly, he pulled out and bent you over plunging back inside you and grabbing your hair as you screamed.

“Oh, fuck, your cock feels so good. So green, I’m cumming!”

“Do it, love it when you cum for me, fuckkkkk!”

Bucky stroked and stroked inside as you came and you just had to take it. He fucked you until he groaned loudly, pulling out to jerk his hot cum all over your back. 

Despite the warmth, suddenly you were shivering but you were in his arms the next second as he whispered how proud of you he was.

Bucky quickly and tenderly washed you and wrapped you and your hair in thick, fluffy towels, his hands gentle but deliberate as he lifted you into his arms.

Being held by him made you feel so safe. He carried you out of the bathroom, cradling you close to his chest, the tension from earlier melting into tenderness.

“You okay, Furmoaså?” he whispered. 

His lips pressed to your temple as he gently sat you down on the edge of the bed. You nodded, a lazy, satisfied smile spreading across your face as you leaned into him. 

“More than okay,” you murmured, eyes heavy with contentment.

He knelt in front of you, brushing his thumbs over your cheeks before kissing your forehead, then the tip of your nose, and finally your lips. The kiss was slow and tender, a stark contrast to the ferocity from earlier.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, his blue eyes locking onto yours. “You know that, right? I’m so proud of you. You take everything I give you like the queen you are.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, warmth flooding through you as he tilted his head, studying you for any sign of discomfort.

Satisfied that you were okay, he stood and padded over to the mini-fridge tucked in the corner of the room, pulling out a chilled bottle of water and a small container of fresh fruit.

He returned, sitting beside you on the bed. He opened the bottle and handed it to you first, watching as you took a long sip before setting it aside. Then, he plucked a piece of ripe mango from the container and held it to your lips.

“Eat, baby,” he urged softly, his voice full of care. “You need to replenish after all that.”

You giggled but obeyed, letting him feed you piece by piece. Between bites, his large hands worked their way down your body, massaging your shoulders, arms, and thighs, easing any lingering tension. He was meticulous, ensuring every muscle was relaxed and that you felt utterly adored.

“Bucky,” you whispered, catching his hand and threading your fingers through his. “You spoil me.”

“Damn right, I do,” he replied with a crooked grin. “I’m gonna keep spoiling you for the rest of my life.” 

He leaned down to kiss the inside of your wrist before rubbing his thumb over the pulse point there. After he’d made sure you were hydrated and fed, he guided you to lie back against the soft pillows. 

“Still feeling okay, Furmoasa?” he asked again as he slid into bed beside you.

You turned to face him, snuggling into his chest, your leg draped over his hip. 

“I feel amazing,” you murmured, your voice muffled against his skin. “Thank you, Bucky.”

“For what?” he asked, his tone genuinely curious as his fingers traced lazy patterns along your back.

“For knowing me. For taking care of me,” you said, lifting your head to meet his gaze. “For making me feel so loved.”

His expression softened, and he cupped your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin.

“That’s because you are loved. So, so much.” he said, his voice tender, yet steady.

You smiled, leaning into his touch, but his brow furrowed slightly, as though something was on his mind.

“Furmoaså,” he started, his tone soft but serious.

“Yes?" you replied, your brows lifting in curiosity and heart rate spiking with anxiety.

“I know that sometimes you keep things to yourself, because you think you’re in your head and you don’t want to bother me, or you’re embarrassed, or you think it’s just your hormones talking.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he gently brushed his thumb over your lips, stopping you.

“Let me finish,” he said with a small smile. 

“You don’t ever have to keep things inside with me. I don’t care if it’s something small, something big, something filthy…,”

You giggled.

"...Or something you think is ridiculous. I want to hear it. I want to know what’s on your mind.”

Your heart ached at the earnestness in his voice.

“You’re not a burden, and nothing you say or feel is embarrassing or silly. If you desire something, need something, or even just want to vent, you come to me. Don’t let it sit there, spinning in your head, okay?”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, and you nodded. 

“Okay,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

“I mean it,” he added, brushing his knuckles along your jaw. “You can trust me with anything. You don’t have to do it alone.”

“I will,” you promised, leaning forward to press your forehead to his.  “This is why I’m in love with you.”

“And loving you is my job,” he said, a playful grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. 

“Besides, I like it when you tell me what’s on your mind. Especially when you want to be a whore for me. Makes it easier for me to provide for you.”

"So you're just doing your job," you teased, eyebrow raised.

"Now you understand."

This time his wink made you laugh softly, the tension in the air dissolving as he kissed you again, long and lingering, before settling back with you tucked safely in his arms.

The steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulled you into a sense of peace and your body and soul completely at ease.

“Get some rest, baby,” he whispered, his lips brushing the crown of your head. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

And he was.

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Wanna know what Steve & Peach got up to?

Read Ties That Bind

[eeuni]

BITTERSUITE ! eva

part two. contains: smut (almost), angst, allusions to vomiting & there will be a part three. enjoy.

eva was standing in front of you, looking at you with an amused smile, as if you two hadn't been separated for two whole years. something inside you twisted, feeling an immense urge to vomit.

your lips curved as your hands searched for something to hold on to. after so much time, eva had found you, and you didn't even know her entire plan to achieve it.

"what?" was the only thing that managed to come out of your lips, as eva got closer you became more and more short of breath.

she looked more beautiful than you remembered her, her eyes shone much more than before and the slight scar on her cheek delicately decorated her face.

"i found you."

said the sweet voice of eva.

(...)

now, after a long hug with her, you two were sitting on a couch. the decor was so her, it seemed like it hadn't changed much, there were lots of plants and flowers all over the place, a cup of tea from god knows what on the desk, and a nice notebook that looked like it was full of writings.

she looked at you with that smile she only made when she looked at you, her eyes fixed on your curious, confused, almost frozen figure. you looked like a lost puppy, playing with the double of your clothes, constantly moving your foot thanks to the anxiety that reigned in your soul.

"so tell me...how did you find me?" your voice was foreign, which bothered eva. your voice was full of distrust. why? you'd known eva for a long time.

but she didn't know everything you'd been through when she left your life, the doubts you still had. you even wondered if you hadn't actually made it to the session, that maybe a car had hit you and now you are living a strange illusion, about to enter heaven perhaps. honestly, it was too much to process in just a couple of minutes.

"don't worry about that," she replied. "i looked for you as best i could and i found you." her hand ended up on your thigh, moving up and down, stroking gently. "that's all that matters."

your fist closed, squeezing hard until your knuckles turned white. your breath caught in your throat, feeling the need to move, but her touch was so intoxicating.

"and i missed you so much..." eva continued speaking, her tone of voice getting lower and lower, her eyes fixed on your lips as she slowly moved closer.

you looked at the clock hanging on the wall, there were exactly 45 minutes left until the session ended. and you wouldn't know what you would do. you dared to look at eva, focused on the small amount of exposed skin on your chest, noticing your moles that looked like a vampire bite.

"did you miss me?" her words slid over your skin like a runway from hell. her breath was hot on your neck, as she stood close enough to understand what she was getting at.

you nodded, so quickly that you thought your body was possessed and in part it was, because of eva's presence. she smiled, her hand traveling to caress higher up your thighs, passing over your belly and up to your breasts to reach your neck. she squeezed tightly.

you let out a stifled moan and eva's eyes darkened further. she had missed hearing you like that so much, feeling your skin.

"use your words, please." she seemed almost to beg you, eager to hear you say it, to tell her how much you had missed her.

but in your head, it was all a confusing mess. the room where you used to cry for her was now filled with her pleas and your wild breathing. It seemed wrong and for the best at the same time. her other hand traveled under your skirt, caressing the soft skin, not yet reaching your underwear.

"i missed you...so, so much..." you were able to say, but the fingers of your right hand tangled in your skirt, pulling it down, yet you didn't remove her hand from it that continued caressing you.

you could feel the need to feel her skin against you, but also the urge to get up and tell her to stop. her fingers reached your pussy that was crying out to be touched.

"mmh—" your moan escaped, and eva wanted more and more and more. she made her fingers circles, enjoying how wet they were now. "just like that, e—eva!" you were finally able to enjoy her touch.

until she spoke.

"listen up, hm. i've watched you keep on doing better. it's something...i don't know, pay close attention to it, right now."

and you remembered everything.

"get on your knees..." eva indicated, asking you to do it, her eyes almost closed and letting out a moan. "please, c'mon."

you stood up. your knees touched the cold floor in front of her, wanting to keep her happy with your every move. you could feel the deja vu all over your body, leaving a strange taste in your mouth. you were doing everything in your power to ignore it, thinking that only then would it go away.

"you look so beautiful like this..." she said almost in a whisper, looking down at you, her hand running through your hair.

her other hand pulling down her clothes, leaving her only in underwear. you noticed that on her thigh there was a slightly strange mark, it looked like a doodle she used to make two years ago. but that one was new.

ignoring that, the excitement of seeing her like that rising through your veins again. your nose right near her pussy covered by a thin fabric, you noticed she was wet, so fucking wet.

you were ready to pull down her underwear and eat her.

until she spoke.

"listen up, hm, i've never paid this much attention to you, ever"

you let out a heart-rending moan, abruptly moving eva's hand, feeling dirty. you got off the couch, standing up and leaning against the windows to catch your breath. your eyes filled with tears.

you couldn't fall in love with her, it wasn't safe to do so, not now.

eva got scared, stopping instantly, approaching you. "what happened? did i hurt you?" you quickly denied, a little guilty, eva seemed to be being so sweet.

"don't touch me," you begged. "please."

the memories of those dreams remained deeply buried in your mind, pricking your heart every two seconds. you didn't want her to touch you now; you needed to relax and return to reality.

but even reality seemed to be a dream.

eva sat close to you, still respecting your personal space. her eyebrows were raised, showing her concern. "what happened, mmh?"

you decided to tell her your entire dream, and that you had it every night. she listened to you attentively, understanding a little how difficult everything had been since she left, and that until now she hadn't given you an explanation. you needed a clear answer, one that would help you understand why she had done what she did and whether it was safe to be around her again.

"i don't know if i can do this right now." was the last thing you said, watching as she nodded.

"we can keep doing this, meet here and talk. like we used to. remember those little sessions?"

you remembered what happened two years ago in that house far from everyone, with the other girls. you knew that eva wouldn't work in this space, but would use it to see you and hang out.

so you thought about it for a few seconds. it wouldn't be bad to see her and talk, right? you would receive a response and you would also be able to see her.

"okay..." you whispered.

"okay?" she wanted to be sure.

you nodded, and she held your hand again. she looked into your eyes and then at your lips. and this time, she didn't ask for permission, she brought your lips together with hers and gave you a small, intimate, soft kiss.

"tomorrow, here at the same time, okay?"

her whisper on your lips mingled with your whispers of confirmation.

"okay, eva."

[nightscythe]

You’re the only person I’ve seen that writes Corvus as a full on dom and I thank you for it, I always look forward to your primarch posts just to see what you’ve written for him

♡(˃͈ ˂͈ ) thank you anon, i am forever grateful for your enjoyment!! as a thank you, i present the below (as my three parter about him is very delayed) nsfw 18+ below, sorry i didn't get this out sooner!!

he's always so quiet.

a quiet stare from across the room, a quiet hand that slips down your waist, a quiet tug of your hand to a room far away from the prying eyes of others.

never raised his voice, never shouted, never even had to speak out of tone to you.

"on your knees, little dove," he'd say, shutting the door behind him.

he'd watch in quiet curiosity as you dropped instantly. no need to say please, no need to tap his fingers because you took so long. he was fascinated by how easily you listened to his every word.

his hand would fall to your hair, tips of his fingers combing through the soft roots so he could see that pretty face of yours he loved so much. but when he'd take his hand away, he didn't need to say anymore - you'd know exactly what he wanted.

mouth open. ready, waiting, like the good little thing you are for him. an ache in the pit of your stomach already forming. your breath quickens, your body trembles, and he hasn't even touched you yet.

hasn't even said a word.

not as you take his weeping cock into his mouth into your mouth, not as his hands thread into your hair to make sure he feels the back of your throat each time he fucks that pretty face of yours. he watches you with such a loving gaze, and when you look up and meet his gaze through your lashes, his hips stutter, his cock twitches.

a soft, simple groan.

you stop, your brows laced together. such a beautiful noise, you wished he'd do it more often.

but full of surprises today, he pulls your mouth back down onto him as finds a few more words. "did I say you could stop?"

you shake your head.

"good," he mumbles, voice so low you feel your knees weaken, "you stop when i say stop."

and he would. when your jaw is aching, when he feels you gripping his thighs because you want so desperately to please him but you know your limits. and he's so attentive. he knows you so well.

he'd hold you with his hands in your hair, pull you off his cock with a lewd pop, then hold a hand out to you. he leads you to the bed, lays you down gently, no concern for himself as he attends to your needs too. whatever you needed.

kisses you. preps you. makes you come four or five times before he even considers his needs again.

"always so good for me," he'd tell you, tip of his cock pressed against you, tempting you to buck your hips down onto him. the moment he feels you squirm, desperate to feel him inside of you, he'd hold you down at your navel and smile. "don't ruin it now, little dove."

and throne does he fuck you well.

"such an obedient little thing," he'd whisper against your skin. he'd hold you tighter each and every night, wondering how he'd managed to find someone so perfect. "always doing so well for me."

but don't mistake it. if you ever did disobey him? lose that obedient streak?

you'll have him all to yourself, but he'll make sure you see his disappointment.

"still haven't learned?" he'd ask. "or just wanted to test me?"

and he'd fuck you with his fingers for hours without letting you so much as think of coming.

"you wanted my attention?" he'd have you crying already, unable to understand his words. he'd have your body twitching from overstimulation that's so intense you forget anything but him. "you have all of it now."

and when he's satisfied, he pulls you into his lap and wraps his warm arms around your trembling body, kissing his lips to your cheek with a quiet whisper. "don't disobey me again, little dove. i won't be so kind next time."

[melwsnt]

GOOD RUN , DEAN WINCHESTER.

summary. dean is falling out of love.

word count. 715

this is so sad no my shayla…this might be my favorite I’ve written so far even if it’s super short! The Sam version will be out tonight🤭

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He’s trying to forget you, though you’re still by his side.

You feel it, but you refuse to say anything about in fear that it’ll make things real.

Dean doesn’t love you anymore, and you know that. You don’t think falling out of love with him will ever be possible, but then again, you didn’t think him falling out of love with you was possible either. He certainly didn’t until it happened.

It starts little by little. He doesn’t hold you at night anymore, but when he does, his heart doesn’t race against the side of your face laying on his chest like it used to every night. He wakes up, gets out of bed, without even looking at you, or kissing you.

In the mornings, he used to lay with you until the very last second. He would complain about having to go, would say he wants to lay here with you forever. Sometimes he would cook you breakfast. He would kiss you, morning sex was common.

Now mornings are dreadful. You feel his body leave your side, without daring to open your eyes. You hear the shower run, the door open, it’s like you don’t exist anymore.

At dinner, he doesn’t reach for your hand like he used to. The side of his thigh doesn’t touch yours, his eyes don’t meet you halfway, you look up, but he’s avoiding them. He’s avoiding you.

He skips dinner sometimes, because he doesn’t think he can face you. He might blur it out, and he doesn’t want that.

Dinners used to be full of laughter. He would reach for your hand under the table, he would have a hand on you at any given time. He would kiss you, but now you’re not sure you even know what his lips feel and taste like anymore.

Your body is grieving his touch, and you’re grieving his presence. Because he is here, he’s just not really here, he’s like a ghost.

Sam wants to say something. He wants to talk to you, over talking to his brother but he’s afraid you’ll break. Sam cares about you, but he also cares about his brother- he knows that if this ends, all of it will. You’ll leave, Dean will refuse to talk about it, and everyone will be miserable. But eventually- it has to happen because you already are.

You cry when he sleeps. You think he doesn’t hear you, but he doesn’t sleep much either. He feels the bed shake with every single sob you let out. He wants to reach for your hand and tell you he’s sorry, that he wish it was different and that it’ll all be fine but it would be a lie. He’s lied to you enough- he doesn’t want to do it anymore.

After yet another dinner full of silence and betrayal, you lay in bed wondering if this is the night Dean decides to get it over with, rip off the bandage, or decides to sleep somewhere else- but the door opens.

The bed sinks next to you, his back barely touches yours, and you hear him sigh.

‘Dean?’

He doesn’t answer.

‘Are you still in love with me?’

He doesn’t answer.

Except he does.

This silence means everything. It means the empty kisses felt empty because he didn’t love you anymore. It means, that the last I love you he said that sounded so robotic, like it was something he was used to say, but didn’t mean, is because he didn’t mean it anymore.

It means that it’s over, and you have to accept that.

It means that Dean is not the love of your life. Maybe it’s right person wrong time, or maybe it’s just the universe telling you that you had a good run, but it’s time to move on now.

It means that not only do you have to leave him, but you have to leave sam.

It means-you have to start over, and be alone again, because you don’t think you’d be able to breathe any longer if you stayed here with him without being able to kiss him and love him.

It means this is the end of a beautiful love story, ending in tragedy. It’s run its course- like every good thing does eventually.

[impala-dreamer]

Rivers & Roads Away

A Tracker Story

Russell Shaw x Reader

2,345 Words

Warnings: NSFW, Romance and Leaving

For @jacklesversebingo 2024 “By the way, I’m not wearing any underwear”

If you haven't seen the show, this is still good. Just imagine a sexy drifter... lol

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At first, he was joking. It was just something people said when things were becoming too intense, when chemicals were mixing and alcohol was flowing. When nerves were high and passion more so. But, after a few hours, she knew he was right: he would, in fact, be the death of her. Or at the very least, he’d haunt her dreams for the rest of her life.

She knew absolutely nothing about him beyond his name and the striking beauty of his green eyes. She didn’t know where he was from or where he was going; didn’t ask about his family, what he did for money, or whether there was a Mrs. Shaw. She assumed there wasn’t, as he didn’t seem the type to be bothered with anything so traditional as wedding vows or staying in one place for too long.

Knowing so little about the man in her bed wasn't unusual for her. She’d had plenty of casual affairs that were little more than drunken tangos and awkward goodbyes. But this was different. This wasn’t just a roll in the hay and a number jotted down on a bar napkin. He was different. She felt different with him.

Four days ago, she’d caught his eye while pushing through an unusually dense Thursday night bar crowd. Sweating from the heat, mascara smudged, and hair a mess, she fought her way to the counter and waved at the bartender, who ignored her.

“He’s an idiot,” Russell commented behind his beer. The long neck amber bottle was perched on the edge of his plump bottom lip and he spoke with a road-weary voice.

Y/N turned to see him take a sip and stared a moment too long as he tipped his head back for a deep swallow. His hair was long, skirting the collar of his worn canvas jacket, his throat was covered in a slowly graying dark beard, and his lashes were as long as she’d ever seen. It was hard to pry her eyes away but she managed to contain herself.

“Excuse me?”

He set the beer down and hunched over a bit as he settled back into place. He didn’t look over at her but said again, “He’s an idiot.”

Intrigued, Y/N moved a bit closer. “Oh? Why’s that?”

Green eyes turned to her and she swore they were flecked with gold.

“Only an idiot would ignore a gorgeous woman like you.”

Trying to hide her blushing smile was harder than usual as his eyes traipsed down her body. She bit down into her bottom lip and tried to play it cool.

“Well now I know you’re not from around here,” she said, forcing herself to turn away from his gaze and attempt to flag down the bartender once more.

“Why’s that?”

She laughed and looked back at him over her shoulder. “No townie has made me blush in forever.”

Russell nodded and let out a short laugh. “Shame,” he teased, lifting the bottle to his lips. “They’re missin’ out on quite a sight.”

Ignored again by the barkeep, Y/N gave up and turned to the gorgeous stranger. She rested her elbow on the sticky bartop and leaned against the old wood, her hip popped and curves on display should he desire a peek. Of course, he did, and she felt every flicker of his eyes as they savored her offering.

“You wanna keep hitting on me or you gonna buy me a drink already?” she asked, puckering her painted lips just enough to give him dangerous ideas.

Russel licked his lip and grinned. “Can’t I do both?”

The wet sheen on his mouth was captivating.

“I don’t know,” she sighed, “I still don’t have a drink…”

He held her gaze for a moment, digging deep into her eyes and holding her hostage. When his mouth tweaked in a sly half-smile, she knew she was taking him home.

Russell stood up and snapped twice toward the bartender who, amazingly, came running.

“Another beer for me,” he said, “and…”

Y/N ignored the bartender and kept her focus on Russell. “Whiskey, Neat.”

He smiled and nodded in approval. “Woman after my own heart.”

She shrugged. “I’m not fooling around.”

He sucked in a quick breath as if she’d knocked him off balance. “And a whiskey for the lady.”

“Thanks.”

“Of course…”

They drank a toast to strangers and Y/N downed her whiskey in a seasoned swallow.

Impressed, Russell leaned close. “Wow. You really aren’t fooling around are you?”

Y/N met him halfway, close enough to smell the beer on his breath and the Old Spice on his throat. “Never.”

He pursed his lips and tiny dimples popped above his mouth, nearly melting her right there.

“Oh, and by the way,” she whispered, “I’m not wearing any underwear.”

Russell smirked. “That’s funny. Neither am I.”

The weekend flew by too quickly.

Not an inch of her small apartment was left unbaptized by their lovemaking. They had all but destroyed her bedroom, christened the sofa, and used up all the hot water more than once. Much to her dismay, Y/N also found out that despite her pornographic fantasies, the kitchen counter was no place to fuck.

That bruise would stick around longer than he would.

Sunday night found Y/N catching her breath by the single bedroom window, looking out on the rainy street with a contented smile. She hadn’t felt so good in forever. Russell felt strangely safe for being a stranger, and she’d loved every second in his arms. She sighed softly and traced a raindrop with her finger, following its path down the glass to the paint-chipped sill.

“You ever race them?”

She smiled wider. “Race them?”

Fresh from a shower, Russell perched on the edge of the messy bed and dragged his boots from beneath.

“My brother and I used to do that as kids,” he said with a little laugh. “He picked one drop, I picked another, and… well, I always won.”

Y/N turned away from the rain and leaned against the window frame, watching as he tugged on his left boot. “I’m sure you did.”

Damp hair fell into his eyes as he bent to lace his shoe and Y/N felt a strong desire to tug it through her fingers again. While the fantasy was perfect, reality was hitting her hard.

“You going somewhere?” she asked, pushing off of the wall to close some of the space between them.

Without looking up, Russell laced the other boot with a practiced blur of long fingers. “Got some shit to take care of.”

She knew it wasn’t going to last forever, that their tryst was just that: a passing moment in time. And yet, it stung a little bit to hear that he was leaving so soon.

Trying to sound unphased and flirtatious, she sucked her teeth and moved in closer. “You coming back?”

Russell took a deep breath and let it out in a full-body sigh. His broad shoulders fell and his chest sank. Sitting up, he rubbed his palms down over his jeans and gave her a half smile. “Will you hate me if I say I don’t know?”

Y/N swallowed hard and took a final step. Their legs touched and she pushed her knee between his. The motion was far from unwanted and Russell’s hands were drawn to her, slowly sliding up her naked thigh.

“Yes,” she replied, staring down at him with a hunger he’d grown to love. “Forever.”

As his hand moved to her waist, she spread her legs and sank down, straddling his left thigh. The thick muscle tensed beneath her and she rocked her hips gently. Russell’s eyes glazed over as he stared at her, feeling her pussy nearly dripping through his jeans.

It was going to be hard to leave, but the road was calling him. The clock was ticking.

She kissed him gently. A soft, open-mouthed kiss that shut his eyes and drew his hands higher, tugged his arms around her. She was so warm, so fucking soft and delicious he was losing himself again.

He hadn’t meant to stay all weekend, but she was too tempting. It was too comfortable to be with her, wasting away the days in bed and toying with each other’s pleasure. She was incredible.

“Will you think of me every night for the rest of your life?” she whispered, pushing a delicate hand through his long hair. She pulled just enough to raise his chin and send a tingle down his spine.

He sucked in a quick breath and nodded. “Yes,” he confessed, echoing her truthfully. “Forever.”

Her kiss deepened and he gave in. A few more hours wouldn’t hurt.

Y/N gasped when he jerked his knee upwards, pushing his thigh against her pussy. She bit down on his plump bottom lip, tugging at it as she pulled back.

“Don’t go yet,” she breathed, rolling her body against him. Her breasts smashed into his chest and her softness drove him wild.

Russell’s strong arms curled around her; his right hand braced the back of her head. He licked into her mouth and savored the sweet moan she let loose.

“Not yet,” he agreed, leaving the rivers and roads to await his return.

She smiled against his lips and shifted in his lap, tossing her leg over his other leg to ride him properly. He hissed at the pressure she was encouraging as his cock grew against the hard zipper. She rubbed her panty-covered sex against the bulge and his fingers tightened in her hair; his blunt nails dug into her hip.

“Want you one more time,” he growled, firm hands roaming her body for the final time, mapping her curves in his mind.

“Just once more,” she teased as she leaned back and shoved at his chest, knocking him over.

He sank into the blankets and she attacked, climbing over him and kissing her way across his freckled face. She sucked on his ear and he palmed her tits. She bit down gently on his throat and he pushed a hand between her legs. He tapped her pulsing clit with his middle finger and she sat up, damn near ready to explode. In a fluid motion, she pulled her shirt away and he stared up in awe. She ran her hands down her chest, plucked at her nipples, chewed her lip as she held his gaze.

It was enough to shatter him.

Russell shot up suddenly and held her tight as he flipped over, pinning her to the bed. She laughed at the rush of fear and arousal shooting through her system. Before she could settle, he was there, forcing his hot tongue between her lips, distracting her while he tugged his jeans open and kicked them down. They hung from his ankles, stuck around his tall boots.

Y/N tugged at his hair again, pulled hard enough to earn a deep-throated moan that vibrated into her. Aching, she spread her legs around him and looked up into his emerald eyes, wanting the moment to last forever and needing him to move all the same. She let out a breath that he stole with a kiss, closed her eyes as his long lashes brushed against her cheek, smiled as his hair swept over her forehead. He was beautiful, his touch was divine, and he was leaving too soon.

They both held their breath as he tore aside her thin panties, soaking in the delicious anticipation. He nudged the tip of his cock against her wet lips and every drop of blood in his body surged down to fill him up. The ache was instant and incredible. He rocked his hips gently and pushed inside only an inch, watching the minute changes that played across her face. She was gorgeous, his damned-near perfect match, and he didn’t want to leave.

“Stop teasing me,” she whispered, craning her neck to chase his lips.

Grinning, he let her have a quick taste before pushing in fully. Her jaw dropped in a silent, pleasured moan and he licked at her tongue, pulling her back for a moment as he settled into her warmth.

“You’re amazing,” he said, shifting to lock his arms aside her head on the bed. “So fucking good.”

Her pussy tightened around him, swallowing him just as tightly and as perfectly as her mouth had just hours before. His eyes closed and he set a pace, slowly driving their pleasure higher. He wanted to make it last, wanted to make her whimper one more time.

He loved the sound she made just before the filthy noises broke free, before she cursed and clawed at his shoulders. It was a clipped, hard whine in the back of her throat, a frustrated grunt that meant she was holding everything back, afraid to be anything but ladylike and modest.

It drove him wild when she let go.

Y/N clung to his big arms, adoring the flex of his biceps and the look of concentration on his handsome face. The lines by his eyes deepened; his lips pursed beneath his beard. She held back, waiting for the deep snap of his hips that told her he was lost in the feeling, in her.

She loved the glazed look in his eyes when he finally sank into it.

It was amazing how they’d only known each other for a short while and yet they knew every inch, every dip and freckle, every sensitive spot.

It was so easy between them and yet the goodbye was so hard.

She held onto him a little too long.

He kissed her a little too hard.

She made him promise to call if he ever made his way back to town.

He swore she was the best weekend of his life.

The road was calling and Russell answered, watching in the rearview until her image was a faded shape he’d never forget.

Taillights disappeared and Y/N knew she’d never see him again except in her dreams.

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Blueberries & Chocolate Chips - 08

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With wide eyes, Violet gazed at her reflection in the floor-length mirror in Xaden's bedroom. The dress she'd tried on at Luminance du Soleil had been beautiful, enough to leave her speechless. But this altered version? Even without wearing it yet and only loosely holding it to her body, it looked absolutely stunning with the little embellishments they'd talked about with Soleil Telery. All those glittery highlights where the fabric was gathered together at the shoulder and the waist, it was—

"Breathtaking." Violet turned to where Xaden stood in the door frame and was looking her over. "You’ll look beautiful."

Warmth spread across Violet's cheeks, and she ducked her head in an attempt to hide it. But, of course, Xaden noticed anyway.

"Hey," he said, softly, in a tone she doubted many others ever got to hear. "You'll fit right in. Don't worry. Almost perfectly."

Chuckling, Violet glanced down along the length of the dress. She wasn't really worried about how people at the gala would receive her, it didn't matter. Not as long as Xaden was with her. Still, his words made her smile. "Only almost?" she asked, throwing him a cheeky grin.

Xaden hummed, regarding her with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "Yeah. A tiny something is still missing," he said— and pulled a flat satin-covered box from behind his back.

Violet paled and could only stare as he stepped closer. Not at him, though, but at the jewellery box. Because that was what it was.

"Xaden, no!" she exclaimed. "We had a deal. The dress and shoes, that's it. But you were not allowed to buy jewell— By Dunne and Malek! Xaden, are you INSANE?"

Violet was pretty sure her heart had stopped beating as she stared at the collier that lay within the open box, along with matching bracelets and a set of impressive earrings. All pieces looked heavy, designed as an intricate tangle of countless metal vines surely built from massive white gold. And they were adorned with dozens of blue and green gem stones the size of fucking blueberries.

Shaking her head, Violet took a step backwards. "No, Xaden!" she said with surprising conviction, given that her hands and knees were shaking from the shock. "You can't give me jewellery like that. That's too much!"

Xaden's lips twitched. "Can't I?" He took the collier from the box and held it up against her collarbones, where it would sit a good deal above the daring neckline of the dress. "It fits perfectly, though."

Well… Violet couldn't really argue against that point. The jewels matched the colour of the dress, the silvery veins building a nice bridge to her hair. As if it had been made for her.

"Xaden, this is too much," she said again, but this time, it was barely more than a whisper, her voice trembling.

But Xaden's smile softened, the look in his eyes reassuring. "And if I say it's not a gift? And I promise I didn't spend a single coin on these pieces?"

Relaxing slightly, Violet didn't resist when he stepped behind her to fasten the collier behind her neck. "Is it a loan, then?" That happened sometimes, right? Jewellers loaning special pieces for fancy occasions?

But Xaden shook his head, a serene smile on his face. "Not quite," he said, walking around her to take in the fit before meeting her eyes again. "It's more of a family heirloom. This set belonged to my great-grandmother. When you tried this dress on I remembered it was still in that stuffy vault, and I thought they would go well together. Which they do."

Violet's eyes were stinging as she stared at her reflection in the mirror again, her fingers shaking as she let them glide along the treasure around her neck. The last duchess. That was who these had belonged to.

Seemed like Xaden really wanted to make a statement tonight.

Violet swallowed, her eyes slowly wandering back to where Xaden was looking at her with such softness on his face that she had to fight her tears for real. "Thank you, Xaden," she breathed. "It's… These are lovely. Thank you so much!"

"You're very welcome," he whispered, his lips brushing against her forehead.

Humming, Violet leaned closer, than clutched at the front of his shirt to pull him down for a real kiss. She wasn't sure how it could be possible that this wonderful man was hers. But he was, just like she was his, and she would forever be grateful for it.

"You better get ready, too," she sighed as she eventually let go of him, regretfully. "You haven't even changed yet."

With a small laugh, Xaden shook his head. "We still have over two hours, Vi. How long do you think it takes to put on a tux?"

Violet wrinkled her nose, but he had a point. "Well, I'll need those two hours," she sighed, glancing back at the mirror where her reflection was still wearing a comfortable sweat suit and her hair was still in a simple messy bun.

"Then I'll leave you to it," he said, leaning down for a quick kiss to her cheek again. "Call if you need anything."

Xaden left the room again, probably to beat Liam up on their video game console or whatever, and Violet let out a small sigh. To say that she was nervous wasn't exactly right, despite that queasy sensation in her stomach. Because she wasn't. She basically expected that, if Halden was truly going to be at the gala, he would most likely try to pull some shit. Or ignore her completely, but she didn't expect to be that lucky.

But…it didn't matter. Whatever Halden was going to do, it didn't matter. Because Xaden had chosen her, and he was all she needed.

A small petty part of her was looking forward to rubbing it in Halden's face that she was so much better off now without him. But the far bigger part just…didn't care. Halden was history. Xaden was her future.

It took her little over an hour to get ready, with her hair taking up most of that time. She probably could have simply gone for her usual braided coronet for the gala, it was certainly elegant enough. But it was also exactly that, simply what she usually wore. And for tonight, she wanted something more special. So she opted for another variation, also with a braided circle all around her head but more playful, more in style with the dress. It took her a couple of tries, weaving only a few strands into a braided band and leaving the rest in an artfully messy cascade around her shoulders. But eventually, she was satisfied with her look. Hopefully, Xaden would approve of it, too. He liked playing with her loose hair, didn't he?

After applying just the tiniest hint of makeup and lipstick, she was finally satisfied with her look, and went to put on the dress and the shoes Xaden had placed there ready for her. Then she took a last look at the mirror— and had to choke back a tiny gasp at the sight of her reflection. This altered version of the dress, tailored perfectly to her body… It was mesmerising. The way it wrapped around her curves in that intricate, playful way and seemed to flow and move even when she stood still, it was…absolutely perfect.

Beaming and with every movement of hers in this dress feeling so much more graceful than normal, Violet went to join the men in the living area. To her surprise, though, it was only Xaden waiting there, standing at the kitchen's bar— and looking absolutely ridiculously delicious in that black tux.

"My, my," she teased, miming fanning herself. "Someone's cleaning up nicely."

Xaden turned, clearly with a witty reply on the tip of his tongue. But when he spotted her, his face went slack.

"Holy shit," he muttered, his wide eyes slowly wandering over her entire form.

Violet blushed but threw him a seductive look from beneath her lashes. "That bad?"

Xaden let out a weak little laugh, then shook his head. He came towards her with slow steps, his hands landing on her hips.

"You look absolutely stunning," he murmured, his voice rough. His hands on her hips tightened, and he swallowed, hard. "Fuck," he rasped, leaning in to whisper into her ear. "We still have a little time, right? Because I'd really like to take you against that wall over there. Hard, just the way you like. Because you look delectably scrumptious."

Violet bit her lip as her entire lower body grew tight with want. "I'm all yours once we're back," she hummed into his ear, making sure her breath tickled along his neck. "But you're not ruining this outfit before we get to that gala, you hear me?"

"Shit," he grunted, his eyes pressed together tightly. "Let's get going right away. The sooner we get there the sooner we can leave again, right?"

Violet chuckled. "I don't think that's how it works."

Xaden took a deep breath, clearly forcing himself to calm down, and stepped back, bringing some space between them. He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing, and nodded. "Probably not. They even want me to give a speech." He grimaced. "But we can get going now, anyways. If we're among the earlier guests, it'll be easier to introduce you to a few friends."

Grimacing at the reminder of the 'other guests', Violet reached for Xaden's hand. "Uhm, before we leave," she began. "There's something I wanted to t—"

"Say Cheeeeese!"

Violet flinched at the sudden interruption, turning just in time to be blinded by the flashlight on Liam's phone.

"Huh, that didn't turn out as I'd hoped." Liam cocked his head at his display, frowning. "Can you both look a little less spooked for a moment? It's not like you were doing anything forbidden out here in the very open space of our shared living room, were you?"

Xaden snorted. "What are you doing? Don't you think there will be enough photographers once we've reached the city hall?"

"Eh, those don't count." Liam rolled his eyes. "This is important. You two didn't think you could just slink off to prom without a parental photoshoot, did you?" His phone flashed again.

Violet's lips twitched and she had to cover her mouth with a hand. Liam had clearly spent too much time with Ridoc. "And whose parent are you, exactly?" she teased as they got into pose for a more serious picture. "Mine or Xaden's?"

Liam shrugged, lifting his phone to take a whole slew of photos from different angles. "Both? I mean, Ridoc and Sawyer were way more insistent that I send them proof of what's happening tonight than Bodhi was. Also, I bet Rhiannon will be happy to see these pictures as soon as she can, so… probably more yours, Vi."

"And do I pass the test?" Xaden asked with a raised eyebrow, his voice cool but Violet could hear the humour beneath. "Am I acceptable as her date? Oh, and are you going to give me the Dad lecture, too? Because I have news for you, we two already—"

"—are already late," Violet interrupted before Liam was choking to death on his laughter, even though she couldn't contain her own snickering, either. "Bye, Liam. See you on Monday."

"Bye, sweetie, have fun tonight," he called after them, then added, "Ah, they grow up so fast."

. o O o .

Violet and Xaden were still grinning when they took their seats in Xaden's car. But as soon as he was driving them out of the garage beneath the building, Violet's thoughts from before Liam had interrupted them returned with emphasis.

She had to tell Xaden.

Biting her lip, she glanced over at where he was entirely focused on the road ahead— or maybe just trying not to look at her dress too much— but decided that now was not the time to breach that topic. She had a lot of trust in Xaden's driving skills, but this could wait a few minutes longer.

Or maybe, she was just stalling.

Not that she was scared of telling Xaden, scared of how he might react or anything. And she wasn’t scared of dealing with Halden at the gala, either. Accepting Xaden's invitation had been her choice, and she was going to stick with it, for better or for worse. No, none of these things bothered her.

Still, by the time Xaden turned off the engine in the exclusive basement garage beneath the city hall, Violet was wringing her hands in her lap, the lipstick on her lower lip surely ruined from how she'd chewed on it.

"There we are," Xaden sighed, grimacing at where the first staff members were already waiting at the exit to make sure only invited guests entered— and that those deemed 'worthy' wouldn't have to open even one door themselves. "The viper's nest."

He reached for the door handle, but before he could open it, Violet had her hand on his arm, holding him back. "Xaden, wait," she said in a low voice, but at least it wasn't shaking. "There's something I need to tell you. Before we go in there."

Xaden leaned back into his seat, a small line between his eyes as he regarded her. "Oh? What's up, love? If you don't want to go in there after all, then that's fine. I can bring you home or back to Liam, and I'll—"

"No, that's not it," she reassured him with a small laugh. "I told you, I want to accompany you." Then she turned serious again. "It's just… Well, it's not really important or anything. But… You remember that ex I mentioned?"

Xaden's features darkened, his hands coming to rest on the steering wheel. "The one who cheated on you?" Violet nodded. "What about him? Has he been bothering you again?"

Violet lips twitched, and she had to fight a small grin. She had no doubts that Xaden would fight tooth and nail for her, even literally from what he’d told her about his weekly sparring training with Garrick. But then, she shook her head. "No, nothing like that. But he… Well, it's possible that he'll be here tonight, at the gala. As one of the guests."

Xaden's eye narrowed. "A guest?" He paused, and Violet took careful track of his features twitching between anger and confusion before settling on a cool composed mask again. "Who is your ex?"

Violet took a deep breath. "His name is Halden."

"Halden Tauri?" Xaden’s hands audibly tightened around the steering wheel. "That waste of life that cheated on you and hurt you was Halden Tauri?"

Mutely, Violet nodded. So they really knew each other��

A low rumbling noise came from Xaden's chest, almost a growl, and a moment later, he let out a hissed curse. "Well, fuck!"

Violet tugged her lower lip between her teeth, but didn’t take her eyes off him. "Are you angry?"

Xaden scoffed and shook his head. "Not at you," he said through gritted teeth. "But I kind of promised myself that if I ever get the chance, I'd like to punch your ex in the face. And Tauri is one of those people I would have liked to knock out many times already, so now having another reason makes it all too tempting." He let out a small humourless laugh. "But this gala is probably not the best place to do it," he grumbled.

Violet's lips tugged into a crooked smile. "So you wish I hadn’t told you now?"

Xaden took a moment to think, his death grip on the steering wheel loosening. "No." He shook his head. "I'd rather go in there knowing what happened. So… what did happen?"

"Are you sure you want to hear that now?" Violet asked, watching him carefully. "It might just rile you up more when everyone will already be looking at you." Shit, she really should have told him earlier.

But that was just it, wasn’t it? The reason why she hadn’t told him earlier? She wasn’t worried about dealing with Halden today, he meant nothing to her anymore. But that didn’t mean that reliving what he’d done when she did wouldn’t still be painful.

Xaden’s lips twitched into a grimace. "I probably don’t want to hear it, no. But I'd rather hear your version than whatever bullshit Tauri might come up with."

Yeah, Xaden clearly knew Halden rather well…

Violet inhaled deeply. "It started… a good while ago," she began in a low voice. "We met at a club, he was very charming, and when he asked for my number, I was flattered. He was handsome and some friends had clued me in that he was kind of famous, so…" She shrugged.

"…and so you became one of his conquests," Xaden muttered, and Violet flinched. A moment later, he threw her an apologetic grimace, his hand reaching for hers. “I’m sorry. It’s just… Tauri has a reputation, so…”

Violet nodded, and her fingers tightened around his. "It’s…okay. And yeah, that’s what happened," she confirmed, her gaze lowered. "When we had sex when he invited me to his flat a few days later, I let it slip that I couldn't get pregnant. I think I wanted to be honest, didn't want to give him any false expectations or something." She snorted, a sound Xaden echoed simultaneously. "But he said he didn't mind and would like to see me again. Told me I was 'special', not like other girls he'd picked up before. I didn't want to let myself believe that he truly meant it. But for a week straight, he sent one extravagant bouquet after the other to our flat until I agreed to meet with him again."

Thinking about it now, about Halden's true motives, made her sick, and she wrapped her arms around her middle. Xaden noticed, though, and when he reached for her hand, she gave it to him without a second thought, the warmth of his skin on her own so soothing.

"He told me he couldn't make our relationship public, for my sake," she went on in a bleak voice. "That his parents would never approve, that the press would tear me apart. That we had to keep us a secret. Rhiannon knew, of course, but nobody else. I was to come to his flat whenever he was in town so we could spend time together, every other weekend or so. And I had to enter through the back entrance so I wouldn't be seen.”

In his seat, Xaden sat entirely still, but at those last words, she could almost hear how he gritted his teeth. And even though she still dreaded all the things she would have to tell him… they suddenly didn’t seem that heavy anymore. Because she knew he’d have her back, would support her, would even hold her and let her cry if that was what she needed. And the next breath she took already felt a lot lighter.

"It didn't feel right to me, to lie to my friends about it all,” she sighed, regretfully. ”But he kept placating me, promising me that once he had convinced his parents to accept me, everything would be different. Kept sending me gifts to prove his sincerity and even agreed to come to our flat instead a couple of times, though always in disguise. Which was when he started sending expensive Home Decor stuff, too, because apparently, our flat was 'lacking'."

Violet sniffed, but couldn't suppress a small smirk as she remembered how she and Rhiannon had ritually destroyed every single obnoxious piece in one cleansing afternoon.

"Shit," Xaden grunted. "Yeah, that sounds like Tauri. Always eager to pass on his grandeur to everyone whom he considers 'less fortunate'."

Violet rolled her eyes. "Yeah, that sums it up well."

They fell silent for a moment, and Violet let her fingers brush over the back of Xaden’s hand, just basking in the tiny contact.

"And… how long were you together?" Xaden eventually asked. He sounded tense, as if he didn't really want to hear the answer, and if Violet was honest, she also didn't really want to admit the truth. How could she have been so stupid, how hadn’t she seen through Halden? How could she have been so naive? But she also knew that they both needed that truth.

"For about two years," she replied in a low voice. Xaden let out another low curse, and she wrinkled her nose. "Bet nobody suspected he was supposed to have a steady girlfriend throughout that time, eh?"

Xaden huffed a humourless laugh. "No, I'm sure that didn't come to anyone's mind," he said through gritted teeth.

Violet nodded at the confirmation of what she'd had suspected but hadn’t known for sure until then.

"I often thought about breaking things up with him," she continued with a sigh. "Because while that whole forbidden romance thing was kind of exciting at the beginning, it grew old pretty quickly. And I often felt like… like something was off. But he also could be sweet if he wanted to, and I just…"

“Hey,” Xaden squeezed her hand. “Don’t beat yourself up about that. If there’s one ‘good’ thing to be said about Halden Tauri it’s that he’s an exceptionally good liar.”

Violet looked up to find Xaden grimacing. “You’re probably right,” she sighed, then shrugged. "I think I deluded myself into believing that, if he was only using me, he would have got rid of me long ago. Why keep putting effort— nice words and expensive gifts— into keeping someone for sex when… when he could have had anyone? At any time. I thought his feelings were genuine and he was just bad at showing them sometimes."

"Until you found out he was cheating…"

Violet pressed her lips into a thin line. Not when he cheated. But then, she'd already known that Halden hadn't seen their 'relationship' as being as exclusive as she had.

"Yeah. It was… a few weeks ago. I'd just got my period and didn't feel like coming to his place just for sex before he'd inevitably fall asleep after a day of travel, and so I suggested I'd only come over the next day when I'd hopefully feel better. He… reacted with annoyance, and I couldn't really blame him. We hadn't seen each other in a couple of weeks because he'd had other obligations. So after our phone call there, I felt guilty, packed my overnight bag after all, and went to his place."

"And let me guess," Xaden said sympathetically. "When you arrived, he wasn't alone?"

"No, he wasn't." Violet grimaced. "I didn't even stay long enough to see her face, only heard their moans, saw her red mane where she was riding him. Then I bolted home as quickly as I could. Sent him a text that it was over."

Xaden snorted. "And how did he take that?"

"As you can expect from him," Violet said with something of a smile tugging at her lips at Xaden's tone. Gods, it felt so good to talk about it all with someone who knew Halden. "Although, when he stood in front of my door only two hours later, with a bag full of gifts and clearly devastated, there was a moment where I even considered forgiving him."

"And how did he screw that up?"

This time, the grimace of a smile that spread across her face was harsh, angry. "He didn't even apologise. He came to beg for my forgiveness, though not because he thought he’d made a mistake and was sorry. He simply demanded my forgiveness because, clearly, I didn't understand the full scope of his situation. Because, obviously, someone like me never could. The pressure he was under, at all times. That he had 'needs'." She scoffed. "It dawned on me then, that this probably hadn't been the first time. So when I kept refusing him, he…" She broke off, her chest tightening at the memories.

"…he showed his real face?" Xaden suggested, and she nodded. "I see. I think I get the picture."

And he probably did. He knew Halden, knew her situation, and was so good at piecing things together. So there was no need to repeat Halden's vile words out loud when reliving them in a flash of memories was already bad enough.

You’re so naive, you stupid whore. As if I’d ever consider someone like you as my girlfriend, my equal, when you’re nothing but a nobody.

So convenient to have you at my back and call, to fuck when I wanted to, to have you dote on me.

You were never anything but a pretty walking fuck toy, albeit a special one because I didn’t need to bother with stupid condomes. That’s why I kept you. Because, fuck, did it feel good to pump your scrawny body full of my cum.

Did you really believe I’d ever embarrass myself in public with someone as ordinary as you?

How could I’ve ever seen it as anything but an arrangement for sex when you aren’t even capable of bearing my children? As If I’d ever waste my time on someone as broken as you. Or worse, as if I’d waste my money to artificially put my child into you when there are hundreds of other girls just waiting for my blessing?

It once again made bile rise in her throat.

"Do you want me to drive you home?"

Thankfully, Xaden’s words tore her away from those memories, and when Violet looked up at him, his anger had taken a backseat in his features. All she could see was his honest concern. "Why would I?" she asked, calmly.

"Because you're right, he will be at this gala. And even though this, us, has nothing to do with him, he’ll see it as a challenge, an affront. Plus, you dumped him. He's not known for taking defeat lightly."

Violet took a deep breath and slowly let it out again. "I know. But I don't care about whatever he wants to dish out. He has no meaning to me anymore, and all he can achieve is making himself look ridiculous."

Xaden furrowed his brows. "Okay, I'll respect your choice. As long as you're not only coming for my sake."

Humming, Violet interlaced her fingers with his. "No, I'm not only coming for your sake, but also for my own." Xaden gave her a questioning look, and she sighed. "Because you asked me to come. Because you want me to be here."

"Of course, I want to have you here," Xaden murmured, still puzzled. "But I…"

"Halden told me about this gala," she explained before he could finish his sentence. "Back when things were still good. He complained about how boring and stuffy it would be, how pretentious to celebrate Aretia when, surely, the other cities in this area must be equally old, even without the records to prove it. ‘Certainly, Calldyr must be at least 500 years older,’" she mocked how he’d talked about the neighbouring city where his family had their residence, and her lips twitched into a smirk. "Even when I still hung on his every word, he sounded so strange then, because clearly he was eager to show off at this gala."

Xaden huffed a small laugh. "At least my reasons for not wanting to go to this gala are genuine. For a moment there, I was worried that Tauri and I might agree on something, but I guess we don't."

"Aside from how much you enjoy fucking me?" Violet laughed at Xaden's appalled expression.

"Okay, that's gross," he grunted. "But glad to see you can laugh about it."

Violet leaned over and placed a sweet kiss on his cheek. "Because of you."

"And…what have I done to earn that praise?" he asked, again in that soft voice only she got to hear, and she wanted to scream ‘This! This is why you’ve earned it all.’

Instead, Violet leaned back into her seat, her head tilted so she could look at him. "Because you asked." Xaden threw her another bewildered look and her smile softened. "I suggested to Halden that I could accompany him to this 'stuffy gala'. It was mostly supposed to be a joke, but a part of me also hoped he might use that platform to finally make our relationship official. But his reaction was anything but good. He made it clear that wouldn't ever be happening. And…" She sucked in a shaky breath. "And when he showed his real face, as you called it, he made a particular point about how the mere idea of taking someone like me to such a gala was completely abhorrent. That he'd be made the laughing stock for months and months if he ever had shown himself with me. So when you invited me to come with you… that's when it truly clicked. That you truly wanted me."

Xaden lifted her hand to his mouth and breathed a soft kiss onto her knuckles. "It's always been only you," he said with a crooked smile. "So, you want to come along to rub it in his face?"

Violet's lips twitched. "I want to come along for myself. To see what all the fuss is about and to show off this beautiful dress and the gorgeous jewels. I want to come along for you, so you don't have to endure it alone and to make it more bearable." Xaden had one eyebrow raised at her, so she added with a sly smirk, "And I want to come along to rub it in his face."

"That's my girl." Xaden's eyes were blazing with dark humour. "And under these circumstances, I can live with only being one third of the reason. Well, then..." He nodded at where several guests had already entered the city hall since they'd arrived. "Shall we?"

Excitement settled in Violet’s stomach, and she had to swallow to reign it in. “Yes,” she said, feeling a little lightheaded, giddy even. “Let’s go.”

[andy-clutterbuck]

The Ones Who Live - 1x01 - Years

[thursdaygrl]

the aftermath of her orgasm was more intense than quinn had expected by far. she didn't know why she felt so overwhelmed with emotion, it just seemed to hit her like a tidal wave, how long she'd been waiting for this to happen. for so long she had thought the possibility of seeing something through with george was entirely impossible. she'd resigned herself to living in her imagination, to merely picturing what it could be in private moments. the reality was startling and sparkling, a mix of magic and the stark reality that there was nowhere for quinn to hide in this. no sharp quips or walls up would help to hide how she felt the way she usually did with anyone else. georgia had the power to break her heart and she just had to trust that she wouldn't. quinn was grateful to have the other girl to guide her through this, so careful and sweet with her even when she'd so abruptly pulled her up towards her body. george took it in her stride and the feeling of her cold bare thigh against her wet, twitching folds post-orgasm felt better than she expected. she exhaled shakily, her mind catching on the pet name she used. good girl. yeah, okay, she liked that. she made mental note to tell her when she could actually calmly string together a sentence. as george noticed her tears and so gingerly brushed them away, more followed in their wake, her tenderness only serving to make it worse. quinn felt like she was barely holding it together, a dam on the verge of breaking that only grew more tenuous with the sudden admission from the other girl. i love you. for a moment she sat there stunned, staring up at her as the words flowed through her ears and through her thoughts. george loved her. george was in love with her. her lips parted with a sharp exhale and she gripped her wrist, brown eyes searching her features for something she wasn't sure of. when the dam inside her burst, it wasn't an influx of tears. it wasn't sobbing, like she was scared it would be, it was her unfiltered, raw emotion. her feelings, without editing or prior thought. "i love you too." she choked it out, breath catching in her throat. "fuck. i... i really love you. it's embarrassing how long it's taken me to see that."

once quinn had gotten her bearings, she reached with her other hand to slide her fingers into georgia's hair to pull her close so she could watch as her lips parted and she took those fingers into her mouth. she wasn't overzealous about it, she just let herself clean them off, moaning softly against her skin and only letting them leave her mouth so she could pull her best friend into another kiss. this one was open-mouthed and full of devotion and want, the tears a thing of the past now as she thought about the fact that now she got to return the favour. as she pulled back breathlessly, she held georgia's hand and pressed their foreheads together. "my turn now." she said, with the kind of confidence she truly hadn't earned. "i want you to show me how to make you feel good." she affirmed and then gently coaxed her so they could swap positions, quinn straddling george as she pushed her hair to one side and stared her down. she was shameless about it, surprising even herself with her confidence as she ran her hands up her body, gingerly squeezing at her breasts and then rolling both nipples against her palms as she hummed happily. "you're so beautiful, baby. you're perfect. i want to be the girl who takes care of you better than anyone else ever has." she said softly, leaning down to begin to kiss at her collarbone, trailing up towards her neck and then finally giving her a soft kiss on her lips. "tell me what you want."

despite the presentation , georgia only put on knowing more about what she was doing than anyone else. given where they grew up , it wasn't like she had an abundance of experience. she could count on one hand how many girls they'd gone to high school with had any kind of romantic interest in other girls , and two thirds of them only did for one night , a fleeting experiment or fling of passion. when she and quinn spent time together , especially in their little sleepovers that bordered on something far more intimate , she came to understand just what she could do that would receive a positive response — unknowingly , for the most part. doomed never to act on that knowledge , until now. briefly lost in the mania of it all , the way wet folds acquiesced to the movement of her tongue , the way it all appeared to stick to her face the deeper she pressed it into her pussy , george eventually slowed down both her tongue and her fingers to turn her gaze back up quinn's body , heeding her instructions as if they were holy writ. when told to move her head , she moved her head. when told to stroke her fingers a specific way , she did. and when she received that validation , that she'd finally reached the spot she needed to reach , she ground into it relentlessly until she could feel muscle spasm and clench around both her fingers and her tongue. her hand locked in quinn's , it tightened and contracted with every moan and whimper , with the hand grasping her hair enough to leave georgia's eyes rolling back in her head , surrendering to the taste of her , the needy feeling of leaving her tongue lapping up every drop that came after. when she finally came , georgia took a deep breath and leaned back , rolling her fingers back and forth still — before she could relish cleaning her , a brief squeal of surprise as quinn lifted her up atop her body again. coated in one another's sweat , the essence of her still coating the fingers on her left hand , georgia immediately reached for the back of quinn's head. even positioned her thigh to rock down into her , letting her experience it. " good girl , you did so well , just breathe with me okay ? it's okay , it's — " paused , looking down briefly to see the reflection of tears. all movement stopped , and george leaned back to gently brush them away with her thumb , bestowing a gentle , chaste little kiss to her best friend's lips. " i — . . . " lost in the hysteria of the moment , she rested her forehead against quinn's , reaching desperately for her hand again as she lay atop her. " i love you. " didn't even care if it sounded strange , but it didn't , not even for a moment in her mind. the sound of their breathing coalescing , the stench of their sex beginning to hang and linger about the treehouse they once ran to as children , it was only appropriate. " i think i've always loved you , i've just been too much of a coward to tell you. " breathing heavy from the exertion , she leaned back again , offering the three fingers that had just been so deep inside her to quinn's lips , still dripping with the scent of her. " and i know you love me too. i just need to hear you say it. "

[sohannabarberaesque]

Around sunset in the waters just offshore from The King's beach house in Malibu

[Mise en scene: We find The King and his girlfriend Sheena waist-high in the surf when the scene is as follows, as per Damon Runyon--] THE KING, with much swagger, unto Sheena: Heeeeeyyyyy!! If I said you had a beautiful body-- SHEENA, interjecting: I believe I know the rest of the trope, as in "would you hold it against me?!" [You can imagine the rest]

[navybrat817]

Mr. and Mrs. Barnes

Pairing: Husband!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky suggests sneaking off at the gala. How can you resist?

Word Count: Over 3k

Warnings: Unprotected v. sex, sex in a closet, dirty talk, possessiveness, established relationship, slight insecurities, mention of breeding, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes and he's a simp for you (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: Sorry, lovelies. I just really wanted this. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky didn’t bother to hide his discontent as he looked around at the ballroom. Was it a gala? Fundraiser? What cared? He hated functions like these. People were either there to kiss ass and move up the chain of command or gloat about how well off they were in life under the guise that they were doing good for others. He didn't attempt to converse with any of them, but still had to go as a way to support SHIELD in some capacity and show that he was no longer the Winter Soldier.

At least Steve and Sam were excused from the event due to a mission.

Leaning against one of the pillars and tugging at his bowtie, he spaced out momentarily. No one looked his way, but he still felt judged. Like he didn’t just belong at the event, but amongst anyone. He wanted to go home, get out of his tuxedo, and get the product out of his slicked back hair. He debated sneaking away from some air until he blinked and saw the reason he was truly there: you, the only real person in the crowd of liars and cheaters.

He never understood the expression of clothes clinging to someone like a second skin until you stepped into your floor-length black dress earlier this evening, the fabric enhancing every beautiful curve of your body. His eyes narrowed as you moved around the room and exchanged smiles and handshakes with people. Your aura drew people to you, men brushing against you and their stares lingering for far too long. It served as another reminder of why he didn’t want to go tonight, especially when a General gripped your arm.

If he had a glass in his hand it would’ve shattered.

Convincing you to stay in bed didn't work since you both had to make an appearance, but it didn't mean he wanted you apart from him. “Get over here,” he whispered, craving your attention, needing you close.

As if you sensed him seeking you out, likely feeling the weight of his stare, you turned to meet his gaze across the room. Your eyes sparkled with love that he never thought he’d receive in his lifetime. The kind of love he never wanted to be without again. “Would you please excuse me?” You asked loud enough for him to catch as you removed your arm from the man’s grip. “My husband is waiting for me.”

Your hips swayed as you worked your way toward Bucky, not stopping for any other man who tried to catch your eye. Hearing you call him your husband brought the first smile to his face since he arrived. He still couldn’t believe some days that you wanted forever with him. “I was wondering when my beautiful wife would remember I was here,” he said once you were close enough, reaching out for your hand.

The moment you took it, he stood tall and pulled you against him. He was certain no one else came close to the intimidating vibe he put out, his hold on you possessive as you smiled. “As if I could forget. Practically heard you growling when General Rando touched my arm,” you teased.

“Because he has no right to touch you,” he said, your lashes fluttering as you spun away. His hands guided you back to him. “I know you’re better with people than I am, which is why you’re the one who has to socialize and I’m sorry for that. But you also said I’m not allowed to break any fingers tonight and I won't be held responsible if he tries to touch you again.”

He swore he didn’t have a possessive bone in his body until you sauntered into his life, giving him hopes and dreams and longing.

You laughed at him, a seductive sound that had a few heads turning. “You do know I can break his fingers myself, right?”

He chuckled, leaning close to your ear and tickling your skin with his breath. “I know you're more than capable of kicking his ass. One of your many wonderful qualities,” he whispered. People underestimated you and that was always a mistake. “But I still don't like that he touched you like he wanted to own you.”

You rang a finger along his bowtie. “We all know who owns me and we know I own you, too,” you said, holding up your hand to show him your wedding ring. He tried to ignore how fast his heart pounded at the sight of his ring on your finger, the pledge you two made together. “In a very healthy, non-toxic sort of way, of course.”

He smirked, glancing around at the crowd before looking back at you. “Of course, but maybe we could give everyone a friendly reminder that we’re a happily married and loyal couple.” His voice dropped lower, teasingly. He wanted to make your heart race like his. “Or maybe we could sneak away for a bit. Make this night a little more interesting.”

“Sneak away?” You feigned innocence as you blinked at him. He was certain any innocence you had before he met you was gone thanks to him. “Whatever for?”

“You know what for. It’ll be like that expo we went to a few months ago.” Bucky tilted his head slightly, studying your face closely. He easily picked up your sharp inhale, the way your pupils dilated and lips parted. It was clear that sneaking off was something that very much interested you. “C’mon, baby. This gala is boring and neither of us want to be here. My idea is much more fun. You know it is.”

He touched your cheek, your skin warm under his hand. He wasn’t able to keep you in bed earlier like he wanted, but the thought of pulling you away and having you right here and now had his stomach fluttering with excitement. “This gala is boring,” you agreed carefully.

“Then let’s make it exciting.” His thumb brushed across your lips and it took everything in him not to push his thumb inside. “You made me come to this thing. Don’t I deserve something for showing up and behaving?”

“I haven't made you come yet.” His muscles went taut when you briefly sucked the digit into your mouth, electricity crackling under his skin. He admired your boldness, how you were unashamedly yourself in front of these people. You didn't and would never care what they thought. “And I didn't make you come to this event, but I can make it worth your while.”

He held your chin and moved close until only an inch separated your faces. Your eyes gleamed with a hunger that rivaled his. The air crackled between you, daring you both to give over to your obvious desires. “And how exactly do you plan to do that?” He rasped when you suddenly pulled back and helped move him across the floor in a dance.

“My plan? I thought sneaking away was your idea,” you smiled, guiding you both closer to the open doorway. “But if we can find a closet or dark corner, you can do whatever you want with me. And I’ll even let you fuck my throat first thing tomorrow morning for behaving.”

A rumbling, deep groan escaped his throat. His fingers dug in possessively when he gripped the nape of your neck and tilted your head so he could taste your skin. Your body molding against his, soft and yielding against his solid frame, wasn’t enough. There were too many clothes in the way and he wanted to bury himself deep inside you.

“You drive me crazy, Mrs. Barnes,” he whispered, lifting his head to look into your eyes.

“The feeling is mutual, Mr. Barnes.” You bit your lip once he waltzed you for enough away from prying eyes, the heat flaring between you. “I need you.”

Every nerve ending came to life when he claimed your mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue plunged past your lips, holding you steady as he devoured you. You melted against him, which only brought forth his primal hunger more. His intensity never scared you and he would be forever thankful for that.

You gasped as your back hit a wall, the sounds of chatter and music from the ballroom muffled. Your nails scraped the fabric of his jacket, both of you lost in sensations of lust and desire. As one of your hands continued its journey to his shoulder, the other wandered down his torso and didn’t stop until you gripped his thick erection through his pants.

He abruptly broke the kiss when you gave him a squeeze, his eyes wild. “Fuck,” he breathed, gripping your wrist and pushing more firmly against your hand. “You feel that? That’s what you do to me.”

With dizzying speed, he spun you so that your back pressed against his front. You panted as his hand ventured through the slit of your dress and brushed along your trembling thigh. “Wait until you feel how wet I am,” you whispered, grinding your hips back against his.

His mouth brushed the exposed column of your throat, alternating between small bites and open mouthed kisses. “Still get wet for me?” He asked, massaging your breast with his vibranium hand and drawing another gasp from you when he pinched your nipple. He marveled at how much he could feel with that hand and how he’d never harm you with it.

“Have you seen yourself? One look from you and I’m soaked.” Your back arched as he bit down again. He wished he saw himself the way you did. “And you’re my husband. That craving for you isn’t going away.”

He rocked his hips against yours, seeking out more contact and friction as his cock throbbed and heart swelled. Marriage wasn’t a constant honeymoon phase. It took work. Effort. Compromise. But you were worth every moment, every struggle, every up and down.

Laughter from a few feet away had him lifting his head, both of you looking toward where the noise was coming from. “Fuck,” he snarled, wanting to scream at whoever it was to go the fuck away.

“There’s a closet around the corner. We just need to pick the lock,” you told him, smiling over your shoulder. “I may have scoped out the place in case this happened.”

He chuckled, utterly in awe of you. “I fucking love you,” he exhaled.

Walking with an aching hard-on wasn’t easy, but he managed to get you both further away from the ballroom. He picked the lock with record speed once you got to the door and moved you both inside. He flipped on the light, wanting to see as much of you as he could. For a moment, you two stared at each other and waited for the other to make a move. He loved the anticipation.

“I’m disappointed in you, Mr. Barnes,” you said, reaching for the doorknob to lock it. He was about to ask what he possibly did to upset you when you smirked. “You didn’t mention anything about me not wearing any panties.”

His cock was ready to burst from his pants. “Because that fucking clown out there interupted me,” he rumbled, pinning you against the door and crowding your body. His nose touched yours as he hiked your dress up, desperate to kiss you again. Eager to feel your wetness. “You trust me?”

It was a question he always asked. You put all of yourself into his care, your body, mind, heart, and soul. It was only fair that he made sure you still wanted him to be the one for you today, tomorrow, and every day after that. Even then a single lifetime would never be enough for him. He wanted a thousand lives with you.

“Always,” you said, an ache in your voice that he couldn’t resist. He fused his lips with yours, building up the fire all over again when his hand found your damp heat. The most intimate part of you where you allowed him to make himself at home. Your hands shook as you went to undo his pants, wanting to free him. “And you trust me?”

It wasn’t just his heart that contracted. His very soul trembled, wanting to wrap itself up in your light and love. “With everything in me,” he promised, sighing when he pulled his cock free from his underwear. “I’ll worship you later. Those gorgeous tits of yours. Your sweet cunt.”

Once you were home, he’d slip off your dress and give every beautiful inch of your body the attention it deserved. He’d draw a bath for you, too, and hopefully join you so he could simply hold you. But he was desperate for you now. He thought he’d burn if he didn’t have you.

You hiked a leg around him, moving your hips enticingly. There was only so much he could take. And who wouldn’t fall under the tempting spell of your body? “I’m ready for you.” Your soft moan echoed in his ears as he trailed a finger along your slit to your clit, barely touching it. He knew it would shoot small sparks through your body until you begged for more. “I mean it, Barnes. Get. Your cock. In me.”

“My needy little wife,” he whispered against your lips as he gripped the base of his cock and probed your entrance. The breathy sound you made when he began to push in had his blood pulsing in euphoria. It was a wonder he fit some days with how tight you were, but your slick heat stretched and welcomed him every time.

“My needy husband,” you smiled as you enveloped him completely, your fingers curling in his hair.

“What kind of man isn’t needy for his wife?” He began to thrust in deep, deliberate strokes. It matched the rhythm of the music in the distant ballroom, the two of you creating your own sultry dance. Maybe he would go up in flames. At least he’d have you to burn with. “Fuck, your body was made for my cock.”

Each snap of his hips tore more moans and whimpers from your throat and sent shockwaves through his system. You clenched around him with a smile, looking like a debauched angel. “My pussy was made for you, so ruin it.”

He groaned, his pulse beating strongly as his grip tightened on your hips. He fucked you without restraint, just as greedy for you as you were for him. Allowing himself to feel you and what you did to him was everything he was denied for so long. His life had only been order. Pain. You let him lose control. You gave him pleasure. Even a home.

I love you.

“I love you, too, Bucky,” you panted, brushing a thumb over his cheekbone as his eyes closed against the emotions threatening to surface. “I love you, too.”

His pace picked up, urgent, frenzied. At this rate, he might explode into fragments from your declaration and how good you felt. “You love me?” He bit out, his eyes opening and breaths harsh as he felt you clench again.

You cried out, his hand flying up to brace your head before it hit the door. “So much,” you moaned as you gazed at him. You were the most beautiful person he had ever seen. Fierce in love and loyalty, patient and steadfast. He feared some days he’d need you more than you needed him, but you drove that thought from his mind. “I’m yours.”

“I’m not gonna last,” he warned. He couldn’t with the way you looked at him, the way your walls gripped him, knowing you were his.

“Neither am…” Your mouth fell open as your release hit you, your fluids drenching him. It was a wonder to watch you go over the edge in a blissful orgasm. He wanted to be right there with you.

“There you go. Good girl,” he encouraged, your body still tight around his cock. He erupted in one last thrust, his head falling back with an animalistic roar. “Fuck…”

Bucky braced a hand against the door, the other holding you like a lifeline. If only the two of you were at home so he could properly cuddle with you. His breathing remained ragged for a bit as he came down from his high, your breathing beginning to steady, too. He couldn't help but smile as he took in the sight of you thoroughly ravaged and satisfied. “Worth every second of being here,” he sighed, slowly pulling out of your twitching hole. You inhaled when he moved a hand down and swiped two fingers along the mess seeping out of you. “Clean them off for me, baby,” he ordered huskily, bringing them to your mouth.

Obediently, you parted your lips and allowed him to push his fingers in. You swirled your tongue around them to taste your combined essence, moaning at the tangy flavor. He tucked himself away once you finished up, afraid that he’d fuck you all over again if he didn’t get completely dressed. It didn’t stop him from gazing longingly at you as he fixed his jacket.

And it didn’t stop him from imagining your mouth around his cock the next morning.

“Now.” You grimmaced slightly as he helped you steady yourself and straighten out your dress. He knew that look. It was the look you got for a split second whenever the sticky remnants continued to trickle down your thighs. He loved having that claim on you. “How do you expect me to go back to the gala after that?”

“I don’t,” he smirked, his hands moving back to your hips as he snuck in a gentle kiss. “I think it’s time to get you home and back in our bed where you belong. I promised I’d worship you, remember?”

You nodded, your eyes still slightly dazed. “On one condition.”

He titled his head. “What’s that?”

A slow smile curved your mouth, his heart pounding and cock twitching back to life at your answer, “You put a baby in me tonight.”

So, lovelies, was it okay? I feel rusty. And who wants a future fic of Bucky breeding you? Just me? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[poguehearted77]

Tap Out

Just thinking about Rafe's super gorgeous, beautifully breathtaking girlfriend who is notorious for giving people a hard time. Especially him.

She got that million dollar Million dollar oow, oow And all I want to do is touch it Make her tapout, tapout, tapout, tapout,

Rafe stands tall and brooding in front of the bed where you sat while he hits replay on the overbearing series of voicemails you'd left him while he was out.

"Hi Rafe, I know you said you and Barry had to go take care of whatever it was that you said—I don't know; I wasn't really listening, but I just saw this new coach bag online, and I need you to send me a picture of your credit card front and back so I can get it. Thanks in advance baby."

You stay silent and unbothered by the replay.

He plays the next one, "It's almost midnight, Rafe. When are you coming home? I miss you. The bed is so big and empty without you in it. You remember that night we came back from the Blue Diamond charity gala and we barely made it up the stairs? The way you fucked me so good, left me aching for you for days--mmmm, wanna feel you like that again, come home Rafeyy."

Your boyfriend huffs as he moves to play the last one except this one is silent for the first few moments until some lewd sounds can be picked up. It's wet and sticky. It sounds like Thanksgiving mac and cheese being stirred in the pot. Soon, the faintest string of moans can be heard.

Most wouldn't be able to pick up on it, but not Rafe. His ears are trained to the sound of your voice. He's accustomed to every pitch, tone and frequency your pleasure can take on.

You stand, ready to plead your case, "You were gone for hours, what was I supposed to do?" Your arms cross defensively and they suddenly drop when Rafe's big hand is holding you by the throat, squeezing tight enough to have you gasping.

"You think this shit is funny?" His voice is strict, unwavering and serious. "What if Barry heard this? Huh?" Your eyes roll, defences refusing to crumble even with a limited supply of air, "It's Barry, he'd probably thank me-"

You need to learn when to shut up at the end of a rhetorical question because now Rafe had you bent up like a pretzel. One hand is still around your neck while the other holds you at the waist.

Your legs are shaking as he brings you to what you thought was your third orgasm but is actually the fourth (you'd blacked out during the second one). "Rafe- no- s'too much," You murmur, voice broken and weak from all your screams.

"Nothin's too much for you." He groans, punctuating his sentences with a sharp snap of his hips. It sends you reeling and your eyes roll back as you feel that familiar heat begin to unfurl in your core.

You shake your head repeatedly, "I can't--Rafe! Please." You beg, so incredibly turned on by the sight of your hot boyfriend who looked down to where your bodies connected. The way your slick covered his cock down to his balls. It pulls a groan out of him from his core.

You admired the sweat that gathered over the thin hairs on his chest and that piercing blue gaze that would glance up at you from time to time to taunt you like now. "You know what to do if you can't take it sweet thing." You do know what to do, but you refuse to back down, you're so close.

"O-oh shit I'm-" The words escape and your climax is stolen from you when Rafe stops completely and pulls out, his hands move down to your hips, shamelessly displaying his physical dominance over you and flipping you onto your stomach effortlessly.

He grips the flesh of your waist and manhandles you until you're being pulled back against him, the beautiful sight of your plump and juicy ass in his hands is enough to send him to the heavens above or maybe the firey pits below.

You're already too weak to hold yourself up on your arms, so you let yourself fall into the sheets. Your cries muffled into the pillows as Rafe slowly presses back into you, stretching you back open. His rhythm picks up with nothing but urgency and mercilessness.

Your back arches, and you cry out his name when you're blinded by your own orgasm. Coming undone once more and he comes soon after with a breathy chuckle. His hips are still rolling into yours lethargicly when he whispers, "You got one more in you, baby?"

"Fuck no. I'm done." You whine, your fists tapping out on the pillow and his pace slows until he finally stops, slowly pulling out.

"That'll teach you to fuck with my voicemails when I'm not here." He lays himself down beside you, carefully moving the stray strands of hair out of your face to admire you.

Your lips were swollen from all the sucking and biting he'd done to them earlier, your cheeks flushed and your body is spent. You grin, "You know you liked it, especially that last one." Rafe exhaled, even in your drained state you can still find time to be bratty.

"I did, I did. You sounded so fucking pretty playing with that perfect pussy of yours. Had to go rub one out in Barry's bathroom because of you." You smile a little bigger at that. "Good." Is all you say and Rafe can only roll his eyes as he moves to hold you in his arms.

You both lay there, enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies until Rafe speaks up softly, "Tuesday." He says, and your head looks up at him with a confused tilt. Without having to ask him, he explains, "The purse you want. I ordered it. It'll be here on Tuesday."

Just when your smile couldn't get any bigger, it does, and Rafe can't help but to be in awe because god you're so fucking gorgeous but you're such a pain in the ass.

His prettiest headache.

[nanaslutt]

when your boyfriend asks you to cheat on him with his best friend

ʚ ft. cuck!Geto Suguru, Gojo satoru x reader

ʚ cont: established relationship, fem reader, cucking, Geto is a perv, cumming untouched, oral, dirty talk, teasing, masturbation, multiple orgasms, rough sex, praise, pull-out method, dacraphillia

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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...."What?" You replied quietly, even though you heard his words loud and clear. "W-why would you want that?" You asked, noticing how much harder it became to keep eye contact. Geto had invited Gojo over to hang out, the three of you lounging around in the living area, hanging out, when you noticed Geto's demeanor change a bit.

He knew how much Gojo wanted you, it was obvious. Gojo would never say it first, but he thought you were the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. Of course, Geto was his best friend and you were his girlfriend, so he would never act on any of his deep dark impulses, but that didn't stop him from making innuendos here and there, maybe touching your shoulder a little too long, looking at your body in a way he shouldn't when you turned around, unable to notice him checking you out. But Geto did, he noticed it all.

Instead of being pissed at his best friend, all the little touches and teases, the almost advances he made on his girl, made his pants tight. Usually, he could bare with it, hold out until his white-haired best friend went home before he picked you up and fucked you on the couch right where you and Gojo were just sitting, but today was different.

Geto's mouth was running dry watching Gojo's fingers rub the couch as he laid his arm out behind you, relaxed. He knew Gojo craved to be caressing your skin instead, that's what drove him so crazy. The way his best friend kept dropping his gaze to your lips, your breasts, all of it, it was driving him mad. So mad, that he had to excuse himself, and you, from Gojo's company, pulling you into his bedroom where he spilled his deep dark desires, unable to keep them inside any longer.

"Fuck I don't know, I don't know," Geto said, covering his mouth with his hand. He kept it there for a moment, looking around the room in thought before he dragged his hand down his face and reached out to grab yours. "All I know is that whenever I think about him fucking you in front of me, it makes me so fucking hard I can barely stand it." He said, looking frantic, impatient. 

You dropped your eyes to his crotch and noticed the very obvious, twitching bulge he was sporting in his sweats, he was serious. "If you don't wanna do it just forget it, it's fine really I just needed to say somethin-" "How long have you been feeling like this?" You asked, cutting him off. You kept your eyes on him, fighting the urge to look away bashfully. Geto stopped his rambling, his mouth falling slightly open as he just looked at you. You didn't say no.

"So long baby, so fucking long. Can't help but think about it every time he's around you." Geto said, a blush biting the tips of his ears. You felt a sudden rush of heat flood down between your thighs at his shamelessness. It was a lot to take in so suddenly. To be honest you had never thought of Gojo in that way before, so having Geto confess something like this was a bit of a shock. It wasn't that you thought Gojo was ugly, or even thought he would be back in the sack, it's just you truly hadn't thought about it. 

Why would you have? He was Geto's bestfriend. But apparently, Geto would like it if you did think about him that way. "How... how do you know you really want this?" You asked, keeping your voice low and quiet, cautious for Gojo to not overhear as he was just in the other room. Geto stepped closer to you, using both his large hands to grab your waist, pressing your pelvis against his. You could feel his boner poke you just above your cunt, making your eyebrows knit together.

"I've dreamt about it baby, dreamt about him fucking you. You have no idea how much I think about this." He whispered, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. His words made you blush as you looked between your bodies at his hard cock, that he was ever so slightly rubbing against you. "Dreams are different from reality Sugu... what if..." You paused, wanting to find the right words before you spoke.

"Say me and Gojo really did it in front of you." Just the mention of the hypothetical had Geto nodding at your words and pulling his lip between his teeth. "What if you were wrong and you don't actually want this? I don't want to hurt you Sugu." You said, grabbing his face with both of your palms. Geto smiled and leaned into the touch. "You know I won't let anything happen if I'm not okay with it. I promise you though baby, with 100% certainty, that I will like it, I need it." He responded, easing your worries.

"Do you... think you can do it though? I don't wanna make you uncomfortable just for my interesting kinks." Geto said, his words making you huff a laugh through your nose. "I haven't ever thought about... fucking Satoru, but he's pretty easy on the eyes." You joked, "It should be fine." Geto groaned at that, his head falling forward and landing on your shoulder.

"I love you so much you know that? 'S gonna be so fucking hard not to cream in my pants just watchin' you two kiss." He whispered against your neck, his words alone riling him up. "Baby..." You said softly, running your hands through his hair. "Will Satoru be okay with this?" You asked, making Geto raise his head to look at you, a telling smile already on his face. 

Once Geto collected himself enough to not walk like he was hiding a bomb in his pants, the two of you left the small room he pulled you into and back into the living room, where Gojo was sprawled on the couch, legs spread far apart, arms around the back of the cushions.

You swallowed hard, trying to remember what Geto told you to do. You could do it, for him, you could do it. Gojo turned his head toward the two of you when he saw your figures renter the room. "There you are~ Was starting to think you two were getting handsy somewhere." Gojo teased. You kept walking toward him, not faltering in your pace, not uttering a word back, not so much as breathing. Geto stopped a couple of feet from the couch, just watching you with bated breath for what was about to happen.

Gojo lazily looked up to meet your face when his view of the TV was obstructed by your body. "What are ya-" His words were cut short when you placed both hands on his shoulders and plopped yourself down onto his lap. Gojo's hands jerked in front of him and just hovered inches from your hips, which were now straddling his. His mouth opened to speak again but he was promptly cut off when you grabbed his soft cheeks in your hands and pressed his lips against yours.

The white-haired man made a noise of surprise against you, his body going rigid. Gojo's eyes were wide as his brain tried to catch up to what the hell was happening. His eyes found Geto's, just on the outside of his peripherals, and he was met with his best friend's large frame standing just as still as he was, eyes lower than usual, arms crossed, and of course, a huge fucking boner in his pants.

Gojo caught on quickly, a small huff of a laugh leaving his nose just before you pulled back, looking at him uncertainty, like you were waiting for him to react. "I think I know what's going on," Gojo said, smirking mischievously. Geto stayed quiet, opting to slowly sit down on the couch next to him that faced the large sofa, housing his best friend and his girlfriend, straddling his hips.

"This a test or somethin' or is this for real?" Gojo asked, astonished. The tips of his ears started to grow hot, as did the rest of his body. "Does it look like I'm joking?" Geto asked, his shaky hand grabbing ahold of his bulge, not rubbing it, just putting some pressure on himself, his other arm laying on the arm of the couch. "Fuck." Gojo huffed, a smile still on his face as he looked between the two of you.

"So what do you want from me? Want me to fuck her? Is that it?" Gojo asked, finally closing the distance between his hands and your hips, grabbing them steadily, making you press yourself fully down on his lap. You winced at the feeling of his bulge poking against you, his mannerisms were so different that Geto's, but having Geto here made you feel a lot more comfortable. And you trusted Gojo, of course. 

"Yeah," Geto replied, nodding. Gojo's smile grew before he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and looked at you, cocking his head to the side. "You want that too? Want me to fuck you while your boyfriend watches?" Gojo was already in this. He really could adapt to any situation surprisingly quickly. You turned your head to look at Geto, but your gaze was quickly corrected when Satoru gripped the bottom half of your face and made you look back at him.

"I asked you, baby." He smiled, his words teasing and light, but his touch rough. Gojo looked down at your plush lips before his eyes fell back on yours, his head inching closer to your face. "Want me to fuck you? Make you cum all over my cock?" He whispered, his hot breath tickling your face, making you whine quietly at his words. When you nodded coyly your consent, Gojo laughed, releasing your chin.

"Maaaan~ She's so fucking cute, this is gonna be so fun." Gojo chipped, rolling his head before he placed it back in front of yours. "Let's give that cuck a show then," Gojo whispered, his words not being missed by Geto's ears, making his cock twitch. You whimpered when Gojo pressed his lips to yours, a hum from him vibrating throughout your lips as his hand fell back down on your hip once more.

Gojo maneuvered the two of you to be laying down against the length of the couch, one of Gojo's legs hanging off the side, his foot placed firmly on the ground as you chased his lips, your body staying firmly against his as you were now on top of him laying down. Geto licked his lips, adding a bit more pressure to his cock as he watched Gojo's hands caress your body, teasing the skin of your back underneath your shirt.

"Let's get this off, yeah?" He whispered against your lips, letting you sit up to remove your shirt. You nodded, your eyes finding Geto's for a moment which were content and full of lust, before they were back on Gojo. Gojo ran his hands up your exposed skin the higher and higher you dragged your shirt up your body until your black lacy bra was exposed to his hungry eyes, the shirt being tossed carelessly on the floor.

"Oh fuckkk." Gojo groaned as he continued to greedily rub his hands up and down your body while you placed your hands on his abdomen, your ass firmly on his crotch. "Knew your body was hot but you look even better like this." He praised, thrusting his hips up against yours, his ass leaving the couch cushions for a minute. You felt your face erupt in heat and looked away, squeezing your legs around Gojo's body to relieve some of the ache you felt between your thighs.

"What do you say, baby?" Geto's voice rang into your ears, making you look over at him while Gojo's eyes stayed on you. "He complimented you, what do you say?" He repeated, his hand now slowly rubbing over the bulge in his sweats, matching the tantalizing pace of Gojo's hips rubbing against yours. Your embarrassment only grew getting called out like that. Looking back down to Gojo, his eyes were open wide, eyebrows raised as he waited for you to speak.

"Thank you, Satoru." You replied, finding it hard to meet his eyes. Gojo grabbed one of your hands and brought it to his mouth, leaving a soft kiss against your wrist. "No problem baby." He replied, before releasing your hand and turning his head to look at Geto. "She's so polite." He said, praising Geto for training you so well. Geto smiled in return, nodding knowingly. "She'll even thank you after she takes a load down her throat," Geto added, his cock twitching at the thought.

This made Gojo audibly groan, his head rolling back against the couch, messing up his pretty hair. "Fuck I wanna see that." He groaned, long and needy. "You wanna show me what Suguru is talking about baby?" Gojo smiled sweetly, rolling his hips in circles up against your cunt, making your eyes flutter. You nodded timidly, feeling your body get hit with another wave of arousal. Gojo's smile grew in size, his cute dimples poking his cheeks.

Geto watched with bated breath as you slid down his body, pressing your thighs together as you sat on your knees between his legs, working on his belt. "You gonna jerk off to this or what?" Came Gojo's voice, cutting through the arosual clouding Suguru's head. Suguru shook his head, opting to continue to just palm himself over his pants while he watched you pull Gojo's pants down. "Not yet, don't wanna cum till you start fucking her." He said, arousal heavy in his voice.

Gojo made a sound of approval, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue before he looked back down to you. "Oh! Didn't realize you got that far." Gojo giggled, watching how you held his crumpled pants midway down his thighs, staring at his long, pretty cock, with a pink flushed, dripping head. Gojo wiggled his hips, making his cock sway in front of you. "You like it?" He asked, cockily. 

"It's so big." You whispered, laying down on your belly between his thighs as you stared at it in awe. "You think so, baby? 'S it prettier than Suguru's cock?" He teased, glancing over at Geto who shook his head in annoyance. Gojo sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth when you wrapped your hand around the head of his cock, rubbing his pre-cum against your palm. "They're both pretty." You complimented, smiling up at him.

Gojo bit his lip and pinched your cheek, watching how you slightly winced as you dragged your hand down his cock, rubbing his precum down his length. "Guess I'll find out if 'ur tellin' the truth when Suguru gets his cock out later." Gojo teased, sliding his hand back from your cheek to rest on the back of your head. You glanced over at Suguru to make sure he was still doing okay, and you were met with your boyfriend looking the most around you'd ever seen him, the sight relaxing your nerves in an instant.

"Suck his cock baby, show him how good that throat feels." Geto encouraged, gripping the outline of his cock through his sweats and stroking. You nodded and brought your attention back to the hard cock in front of you, throbbing against your hand. "Yeah, what he said." Gojo chimed in, making you want to roll your eyes. Such a Satoru thing to say at a moment like this.

You gave Gojo a few more strokes before you leaned in, your breasts resting on his upper thighs just below his cock as you stuck your tongue out. You flattened your tongue on the underside of his cock and tapped the head against it, continuing to stroke him off. Gojo groaned, watching your tongue wipe over the head of his cock, collecting the pre-cum there. 

His smile started to fade the longer you teased him, pure arousal taking over his body. His jaw fell open and his eyes fluttered in his head when you finally wrapped your lips around his cock, immediately finding a pace as you bobbed your head on him, taking more and more cock into your mouth with each thrust.

Gojo's fingers curled into your hair at the stimulation, his legs parting in tandem. "Oh fuckk." He groaned, his head rolling back against the cushion before he forced himself to look down at the show you were putting on for him. Your eyebrows furrowed when you took him into your throat, fighting back gags. "Ffffuck- tight fucking throat-" Gojo praised, his hips jerking against your face when your throat contracted around him. "Takin' it like a fucking champ." He added, nodding down at you.

If your mouth wasn't stuffed with cock, you would've smiled at his compliment. "Feels good huh?" Geto added, squeezing the base of his cock through his pants, trying to resist the urge to cum already without even touching his cock. Gojo nodded dumbly, his hand just following your movements with its place on the back of your head. "Uh-huh uh-huh, shit-" Gojo's abs clenched and his back arched forward when you took him completely into your throat and hummed, shaking your head back and forth.

"Ohmygod- fuck oh my god Suguru-" Gojo whined, his toes curling at the feeling of your warm throat. "Can't believe you waited so long to let me feel this, s-shes so fucking good- I'm gonna cum already-" Gojo whined, his body jerking and twitching against the couch. Geto nodded in agreement, his eyes locked on the spot where his cock and your mouth met. "Yeah, me neither." He responded, reaching his free hand up to rub a few fingers around his nipples, giving him some other stimulation that wasn't as intense as his cock.

Gojo's breathing was so choked and rapid, sounding like he just finished running a marathon, mixed with long groans and curses of your name. "Holy fuck baby, I'm really gonna cum-" He groaned, adding his other hand down to grab your head, placing both hands over your ears. "Can I fuck your throat? Just a little? Huh?" He begged, nodding at his own words. Gojo felt his balls tighten with the need for release, he wasn't going to last much longer.

You nodded around him, stilling your movements as you relinquished control. "Good fucking girl, show your boyfriend how good you take his best friend's load." His words went straight to Geto's cock, making him have to grip his base tighter. It was almost humiliating how much Geto was into this, his most craved fantasy was happening right in front of his eyes, and it was so arousing it was almost too much to handle. 

You relaxed your throat and let Gojo fuck his hips into your mouth, obscene squelching and moans echoing into the room as he did so. You were used to this kind of treatment. Geto was usually a little rougher, and his cock was thicker than Satory's, so taking Gojo's cock, despite the length, was fairly easy.

Gojo pursed his lips around his teeth and groaned obscenely, sounding like a porn star. "Ohhhh fuck 'm cumming baby, cumming- oh fuck-" Gojo's groans and whines got higher in pitch as he was pushed to the edge by your tight throat. Geto felt his whole body tingle from his head to his toes, his brain feeling fuzzy, body feeling warm. He was too enamored by the scene in front of him to notice the familiar sensation racking through his body.

Gojo held your head down on the base of his cock, lips flush to his abdomen as he groaned long and loud, body jerking and spasming, back arched, eyes rolling back in his head, all as he released his thick load down your throat. Geto choked on a moan as his body doubled over, his thighs snapping shut. His hand that was playing with his chest slammed down on the arm of the couch, his fingers gripping the fabric of it for support as he came in his pants, a dark wet patch spreading on his sweats under his hand.

You fought back the gags that wanted to escape as you swallowed everything Satoru gave you, not wanting to waste a drop. Even after Gojo had stopped emptying his balls, he kept you down on him, letting his cock just rest in your warm throat, before he pulled you off a few moments later, allowing you to catch your breath. Gojo grabbed his cock and gripped it hard at the base, relishing in the aftershocks, his cock still hard and ready for more.

"T-thank you Satoru." You whispered, voice a little hoarse from taking his cock in your throat. "Fuuuuck you were right Suguru, she really does thank you for takin' cock down her throat." Gojo laughed, looking over at his best friend. Gojo's eyebrows shot up in surprise when he noticed Geto's fist over his mouth, legs crossed over one another, the wet patch evident on his pants. "Ohhohooo~" Gojo cooed, peeking your interest and making you look over at him as well.

"Came in your pants jus watching me fuck your girl's throat? That's kinda perverted Suguru." Gojo teased, caressing the back of your neck with his other hand. "Suguru..." You whispered, feeling yourself grow wetter between your thighs at the thought of Geto cumming in his pants. You cursed yourself for missing such a sight. 

Geto stayed silent, his chest rising and falling heavily as he caught his breath. "Hope you got some more in you because I'm about to fuck her now." Gojo teased, a malicious smile spreading across his face before he looked back to you, his expression softening. "How do you want it pretty? Want it from the back? You like to be manhandled? Hm?" You felt your face grow hot at his words. You looked over to Geto for help, Satoru watching your gaze.

"Want him to decide?" He added, his voice quieter. You kept your eyes on Suguru as you nodded, the corner of Suguru's smile peeking out from behind his fist. Your boyfriend uncrossed his legs and tilted his head against his hand. "You like it from the back, don't you baby?" Geto said, his smile warming you up all over again. You nodded in response, waiting for him to speak again. "Satoru." He said, looking at his best friend now.

"You can't cum inside her cunt, that's the only rule," Geto said firmly, making sure his words were heard loud and clear. Gojo pursed his lips together, pouting a bit. "Fiiiiiine. Do I have to use a condom?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. Suguru only shrugged in response, leaning back against the couch as he began to pull his sweats down. "Up to her." He said, bringing Satoru's attention back to you.

"What's it gonna be sweetheart? You want me to wrap it up? Or you wanna feel my cock rubbin' inside you raw?" He asked, watching how you began to untie the string of your shorts. "I can't help but notice you made one option sound a little better than the other." You snorted, pulling your shorts down your legs, revealing your cute black panties that matched your bra.

Gojo giggled, grabbing your hips and placing your panty-clad clit on top of his bulge, making you rut your hips against him. "I might be a little biased." He said teasingly, his cock already dripping pre-cum again, smearing against the outside of your panties. "No condom it is then." You replied, making Gojo bring his hand into a fist and drag his arm down, saying a dramatic "Yesssss." To which you and Geto both shook your heads.

"Cmere then baby," Gojo said, his demeanor suddenly changing into a more serious one. He pulled you against him, your legs slotting together as your hands fell on his chest, your lips connecting with his. He moaned quietly into your mouth, rutting his hips against your tummy, getting it wet with his arousal. Geto licked his lips watching the two of you as he fully pulled his cock out of his sweats, dragging his hand down his length torturously slow, rubbing his first orgasm down his cock.

Geto felt a sudden shock to his guts when Gojo cracked his eyes open and looked at Geto through the corners of them teasingly, his eyes finding his before they dropped to his cock, then back up to his eyes. He kissed you more dramatically, opening his mouth more against yours so Geto could see your tongues tangling together sloppily, the spit being exchanged between them. Geto picked up the pace on his cock, feeling himself strain against his hand the longer they stared at each other.

Gojo looked back at you and separated from your lips, your expression fucked out and needy already just from a little kissing. "Let's get to the good stuff, yeah? Don't think your boyfriend can take much more." Gojo teased, making you look over to Geto, who was steadily dripping down his fingers, watching the two of you intently, how Gojo was holding you. "Looks like his cock is about to explode, right?" He whispered, making you nod and whimper in agreement. 

"You were right, it is pretty too. I see why you couldn't choose." Gojo added, making you whine. Gojo tapped your ass before he spoke again. "Alright, up so we can switch. Wanna see that ass up for me." He smiled, to which you nodded and scooted over, letting Satoru sit up so you could take his place, your body perched against the couch on all fours before you leaned the front half of your body down, leaving your ass up for Satoru's viewing pleasure.

Gojo rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his hair, stroking his cock slowly. "Fuckk, that arch is crazy." He praised, feeling his mouth water. "You get to fuck this pussy every night?" Gojo asked, grabbing a handful of the fat of your ass and jiggling it. Geto smiled and felt himself throb again, fighting the urge to jerk himself off until he came. "Yeah, just wait till you see her pussy." Geto felt so proud showing you off like this, you were the perfect girl, and he was more than happy to share and show off just how perfect you were,

"Let's see that pussy then." He said, tucking his fingers under the band of your panties and slowly pulling them down. You wiggled your hips back against him as your ass was exposed, bit by bit. Your head was forced to the side from the position you were in, meaning you were forced to look at Geto. The perfect view of him watching you intently while stroking himself off made you throb around nothing, excited to watch him cum while you get fucked by someone else. 

"Oh Shit Suguru," Gojo whined, dragging your panties down to your knees. He brought both hands to your ass and pulled them apart, forcing the folds of your pussy to spread for him, strings of your wetness sticking to yourself. You could hear Gojo's breathing pick up just from watching you. You felt so needy feeling his thumbs spread you open so close to your cunt without touching you, you needed to feel something soon or you were going to lose your mind.

Just before you were about to beg, you felt your ass part further before you felt Gojo lick a fat stripe up the expanse of your cunt, making a moan rip from your lungs. A hand shot back and tangled in his soft hair, pressing his head against you. "Ffff-uck-" You whined, your eyes rolling back in your head. Your shins kicked up and your toes curled behind you as Gojo wasted no time in burring his face in your pussy and sticking his tongue into your tight hole, sucking up all the wetness there.

Geto was caught off guard just as much as you, his hand speeding up on himself as he watched Gojo shake his head back and forth against your pussy, his cock throbbing heavily between your legs, dripping pre-cum against the cushions as he ate you out like a man starved. You couldn't help but wiggle back on him when you felt his tongue lap out and lick at your clit, making you see stars behind your eyelids. 

You don't know why you were so surprised at how good he was with his tongue. He was the sloppiest eater you knew and could put away four large ice cream Sundays in 4 minutes, and god if it didn't translate into the bedroom. Gojo pulled back with a gasp, massaging your ass cheeks in his hands, the bottom half of his face already covered in wetness. "Holy shit you taste good baby. Almost got lost in there." He giggled. Your hand released from his hair and fell back down to the pillow under your head, both your arms wrapping around it to ground yourself.

"I could eat you out all fucking day, but I swear my dick feels like it's gonna burst. Need to be inside you right now. I can eat you out properly another time, 'm sure Suguru wouldn't mind that, would he?" Gojo asked cocikly, hitting the dart right on the mark. Geto didn't answer, just licked his lips and kept his eyes on yours, staring at your fucked out expression.

"Yeah, he won't mind," Gojo said, answering his own question. Gojo leaned up and scooted closer to you, pressing his cock between the crevice of your ass. "Don't think I'm gonna last long," Gojo said, tapping his cock against your ass. "But then... neither are you two, right?" The white-haired man smiled all knowingly. 

Gojo rubbed his cock against the underside of your cunt, his hot cock stimulating your swollen clit perfectly. "Don't think I forgot about her. She'll get some attention when I get inside you." Gojo whispered, rubbing his cock back and forth a few more times against your clit before he pulled back and lined himself up with your cunt. Suguru watched with bated breath as his best friend took a few deep breaths and bit his lip, his eyes locked on where the two of you were connected.

His jaw fell open with the two of yours when Gojo slowly pushed inside, feeling little resistance thanks to how wet you were. His fingers dug into the fat of your hip as his head fell back, a loud groan leaving his lips. "So tight, s-so tight fuck-," Gojo repeated as his cock was sucked in by your tight, warm walls, so much tighter than your throat, if it was even possible. 

"How's it feel baby?" Geto spoke, his voice hoarse and deep with his arousal. "N-need you to tell me how his cock feels inside you," Geto begged, stroking himself faster. Gojo choked on his own moans and breaths as he tried to calm himself down, stilling his hips flush against your ass as he tried not to blow his load prematurely. "Suguru, s-Suguru it's so deep. F-feel it in my tummy." You whined, placing your hand on your stomach.

Geto groaned and spread his legs, feeling his cock throb at your words. "Deeper than mine? Huh?" Geto didn't know if he wanted you to say yes or no, he just wanted you to talk to him, to tell him how it felt. You waited a moment before nodding, averting your eyes. The dark-haired man found his answer when he had to squeeze the base of his cock hard to prevent himself from cumming at that moment. 

Gojo half smiles through his arousal at your answer before he rolled his hips into yours, fucking his cock even deeper inside you if that was even possible. "You're twitching around me like crazy, you want me to move now?" Gojo asked, using his thumb to pull at your opening where his cock was currently inside. "Please, p-please move Satoru." You begged, doing your best to fuck your hips back against him in the position you were in.

Gojo smiled before he looked over at Geto, who looked about halfway to losing his mind from being so horny. "You like hearing your girlfriend beg for another man's cock?" He teased, getting into Geto's kink to rile him up more. Geto nodded, his other hand joining the mix to play with his balls. "Heh, I can't believe my best friend likes to get cucked, and I never knew till now." That was the last words Gojo said before he started driving his hips into yours like a madman.

Moan after moan spilled from your lips, tears welling up in your eyes from the intense pleasure. Gojo kept true to his word and started rubbing quick circles against your clit, the wetness being fucked out of you making the sensation stronger. Geto rolled his balls between his fingers and jerked himself off to match Gojo's pace, slowing down or pausing entirely when he felt like he was going to cum.

"S-suguru, suguru-" You cried, your words coming out desperate and choppy. Gojo pouted behind you, his cock fucking into you rougher. "Hey, that's not nice. You shouldn't cry another man's name when I'm fucking you." He pouted, angling his hips to drive his cock deeper inside you, pummeling your sweet with every thrust.

"He's right baby, I'm right here, I'm here, but you can say his name its okay. Want you to say his name." Geto encouraged, making a smile creep onto Gojo's face, his fingers rubbing back and forth faster along your clit. "Fuck- Satoru, t-toru its so deep, feels s- good." You whined, tears now spilling freely down your cheeks. 

Gojo felt his cock twitch, he cursed himself internally for being so weak for you. He just started fucking you and already just from a few thrusts and cries for your name, he already felt like cumming. "I know baby, can feel how deep you're taking me, feels so good for me too baby." He groaned, wincing when you squeezed your cunt around him, a loud moan coming out choked from his throat.

The loud 'plap' sounds echoing through the room only spurred him on more, making him fuck you harder, deeper, wanting to hear you cry louder. A ring of cum had started to form around the base of his dick and dripped down his balls from how wet you were. Gojo's fingers on your clit started to lose their rhythm, going slow, then fast, jerking all over the place. It was doing it for you, so you had no complaints, but you knew Gojo was close.

Gojo rolled his head back, his hip's rhythm getting sloppy as well. Geto watched his eyes flutter in his head. Gojo looked like he was panicking, trying to calm himself down. It was obvious he didn't want to stop yet, but your pussy was just too good. "I know." Geto chimed in, finding Gojo's eyes. "Her pussy is dangerous, makes you finish so fucking fast. 'Specially the first round." He nodded, his balls tightening with his release.

Gojo groaned at his words. "Yeah, she's s-squeezing me like a fucking vice, and it's so fucking warm, f-feel like my cock is melting." He cried, his words rushed and high-pitched. "G-god I'm gonna cum." He whimpered, his body fighting to stay upright. His hips slamming against your ass felt so good, only adding to the pleasure he was already giving you.

The men's conversation was blurring in your head, the only thing your brain was focused on was cumming on Satoru's cock. "You getting close baby? Gonna cum on Satoru?" Geto asked, his cock throbbing against his hand. You nodded at his words, your eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, legs pressed firmly together as Gojo fucked you up to your orgasm. "R-right there." You whined, your back arching against him.

"Let go, baby, let go." With Geto's encouraging words, your orgasm crashed over you. Gojo clenched his teeth together when your pussy squeezed around him even tighter than before, pulling a wonton moan from his lips. He almost forgot Geto's rule only seconds before he came. Hurriedly, he pulled out his cock and started jerking himself off, making sure he continued rubbing his fingers over your clit, working you through your orgasm.

Geto came at the same time, white ropes of cum shooting out of his cock and dripping down his fingers, his legs spreading further as his body sank against the couch, his eyes never once leaving the sight in front of him. Your shins crossed over one another as your body was wracked with tremors. Your orgasm hit you so hard you were seeing stars.

Gojo groaned through his high as he jerked himself off over your ass, thinner ropes of cum decorating your ass and back. He came so much, maybe even more than the time he came down your throat. He had your cunt trying to milk him that entire time for that. "Ohhhhhh- ffuuuck." Gojo groaned, tapping the head of his cock against your ass as he started to come down, rubbing his cum on your skin.

You let your arch fall as you fell onto your side against the sheets, your body jerking every now and then. You pressed your thighs together firmly, keeping pressure on your sensitive, still throbbing clit. Geto wasted no time in tucking his spent cock back in his ruined boxers and pulled up his pants, walking over to the couch in front of him.

Gojo rested his hands on your ass and thighs, rubbing them soothingly. Geto crouched down by the edge of the cough and grabbed your face in his hands, making you peel your eyes open. You smiled the instant you saw his face. Geto leaned in and pressed a long, sweet kiss to your lips before pulling away and wiping the sweat and baby hairs from your face. "Good girl baby, I love you so much. Thank you, you did so well." 

You let his words relax your body further as you melted into the cushions, Gojo's warm hands caressing you and easing you even more. "Aww..." Gojo pouted, making Geto look over to him. "I'm feelin' kinda left out, can I get a kiss too?" Gojo teased, pointing to his pink, swollen lips. Geto made a noise of disgust before he directed his attention back to you, pressing another kiss to your forehead.

"Oh, so jerking off while watching me fuck your girlfriend is okay, but a kiss is too much? It's hard out here." Gojo pouted, only making Geto shake his head harder. "Thanks for doing this, and thanks for not coming inside her," Geto said, keeping his eyes on your relaxed face as he spoke. Gojo smiled softly, watching him caress you. "Yeah yeah, you pervert, anytime." He responded, ruffling the other man's hair. 

[mattybsgroupie]

— milk ★ matt sturniolo

— CONTENTS: established relationship; nipple play/boob sucking; mommy kink; BREASTFEEDING kink; pregnant!reader; sub!matt

— NOTES: this was highly requested and im ngl, it’s definitely one of my favorite kinks! however, i know it’s still a taboo so please if you don’t like it, DON’T READ IT. i might get criticized a lot for writing this, but remember this is fanfiction. it’s a fetish, a fantasy. none of this is real. it’s just a story — and i hope you enjoy it as much as i did! ♡ but if i get cancelled im gonna deactivate and you’ll never see me again! mwah!

“you are so pretty” matt said as he plopped down next to you, snuggling closer. “you’re glowing, seriously. you look amazing” he complimented you as he caressed your face with his thumb, the coarse skin of his fingertips rubbing against your soft cheeks.

matt always dreamed of being a father. when he first heard the news, he fell down to his knees. he immediately wrapped his arms around your hips, nuzzling his face on your tummy before kissing it over and over again, whispering a bunch of thank yous. although matt was filled with joy, he couldn’t help himself. he had his hands all over you — he would even lift your belly so your back would stop hurting. matt was simply mesmerized by the sight of you carrying his babies.

his hands travelled down your body, stopping by your round, prominent tummy. matt was gentler now that the girls had started kicking, as if they could actually feel his touch. the only thing he wouldn’t go easy on were your tits — he never did. right now, matt found himself squeezed between your spreaded legs, trying hard to hold his weight up so he wouldn’t hurt you, both knees against the soft cushioned sofa. his left palm had quickly moved to your chest while he kissed your neck, nibbling your sensitive skin between his teeth. 

“matt… don’t squeeze them too hard” you sighed when matt increased the pressure of the massage. he hesitated for a second, removing his hand and pulling away from your skin. matt’s baby blue orbs flickered between your lips and your breasts, “did it work?!”

you chuckled at his eagerness, adjusting your back on the couch and allowing him to lay by your side. “better than i had expected” you said, taking the strap of your nightgown in between your fingers, teasing him. “turns out i don’t really have to pump that much because it started flowing pretty easily, so i guess it’s gonna come out with some suction”

matt’s usually determined, dominant gaze altered to a soft, mesmerized one. he couldn’t really find the words, choosing instead to smash his lips against yours in a deep, wet kiss. a moan escaped from the back of your throat as you felt matt’s boner poking against your thigh, him biting your lower lip before opening a satisfied grin. “i really fucked a baby inside you didn’t i?” he spoke, more to himself than to you. he was so proud of his own accomplishment, and he needed to hear it from you. “i love you so much, my beautiful, beautiful wife”

“all yours” you whispered, sealing your lips together on a quick pack. matt’s touches were soft again, his index motioning in circles against your hardened nipple through the fabric of your dress. “turned you into a real mama hm?” he said, trying to keep a tough-guy persona, but you knew this wouldn’t last long.

matt continued speaking to himself, admiring your figure. “making milk and everything” he mumbled under his breath, fully squeezing your tit. 

“my mama” there it was. you smiled at him, ruffling his hair. “yeah? my good boy made me a true mama?” you continued to feel his hard-on pressing against you, his hips slightly moving. 

“i need it” matt’s parted lips begged as he felt his cock twitching inside his pants, puppy, pleading eyes making it harder for you to say no. “please, i need it so bad. please i’ve been a good boy” he continued. “i wanna taste you so bad, mama”

you unconsciously bit the flesh of your cheeks, trying to look unbothered. deep down, you wanted this just as much “go slow, prince”. as soon as you gave matt permission, he pulled your dress down, revealing your full, swollen breasts. they hurt often, even before you were pregnant, and matt always helped you to get rid of the soreness. he dragged his tongue on your boob, circling your nub with the wet muscle before latching his lips around your nipple. 

matt closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before sucking — just like he always did. after a few seconds, small droplets of milk landed against his tongue, the surprisingly mild taste taking over his mouth, brain and body. matt pulled away for a second, letting your tit hang loose “you…” he babbled, swallowing the liquid. once again, matt wasn’t able to form a proper sentence, getting distracted by the tiny strand of milk dripping from your nipples.

“fuck you’re leaking so much” matt mumbled, quickly latching on your chest. he wans’t gonna waste a drop. “nhng— ‘m gon’ have to take care of this while” matt spoke as he tried to swallow the sudden spurts of milk coming. “while our babies don’t come huh?” 

“gonna have to keep your mouth in my boobs all day aren’t you?” you cooed, causing matt to nod desperately. his grip and suction got faster, followed by the sudden rutting of his crotch against your bare thigh. matt was far gone now, mindlessly humping, trying to reach his high. you could be mean and make him stop — but the poor boy was enjoying it so much. it really felt like his first time all over again, the desperation, the neediness, the loud, wet noises filling the room. 

“seems like you’re the one behaving like a baby now” you said, gently pulling his hair so he’d look at you. “having my milkies and cumming inside your pants? little virgin boys do that” matt groaned at the humiliation, the sweet, warm tone of your voice making it even harder for him to hold back. “mama— please” he managed to speak. “not… not a baby!”

“oh? aren’t you?” you continued the teasing, “then i guess you don’t need this am i right?” you grabbed your own tit, pulling it away from matt.

“no! i do! i need it so bad mama, please let me cum… wan’ be your good boy” matt pouted, begging to keep sucking. “that’s what i thought” you said, letting go of his hair. “be a good boy and cum in your pants for me”.

matt suckled harder than he ever did, trying to get out everything he could. actually, he was probably trying to milk you dry, just so that your tits would need his mouth again. his body tensed before he bucked his hips forward, a sudden warm taking over his boxer as the thick, sticky spurt came out of his slit, filling his underwear with cum.

matt stopped and sighed deeply, letting his body fall flat next to you. “you ruined my dress” you teased, looking at the milk stains on the fabric. “i’ll do the laundry anyways” he chuckled, still coming back from his high. “buy more. i’m gonna ruin all of them”. 

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[cuntphoric]

gojo satoru wasn't subtle. never had been, really. if he wanted something, he went for it. and tonight, that something was you, sprawled out beneath him with flushed cheeks and a chest that had been teasing him all damn day.

"you know, i think you wear these tops just to mess with me," he murmured, his voice was hushed as his fingers toyed with the straps of your bra. the fabric had been discarded somewhere near the foot of the bed, leaving you in nothing but lace and his undivided attention.

"i wasn't-" your breath hitched as his lips pressed against your collarbone, trailing lazy kisses downward, "-trying to mess with you."

"oh, sure. because i totally believe that," he drawled, though the smirk on his lips told you he didn't believe a single word of it. his hands cupped your breasts through the lace, thumbs brushing over the peaks with the kind of touch that made your body arch into him. "but that's okay. i don't mind being messed with by you, y'know?"

he pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, the teasing light in his eyes softened by something far more. then, slowly, he leaned back down, his mouth trailing over the tops of your breasts. he reached the edge of the lace, he paused, his tongue flicking over the fabric.

"satoru," you whined, your hips shifting beneath him as heat pooled low in your belly.

"patience, sweetheart! i'm not done appreciating you yet. you're just so pretty all laid out for me like this, how can i not?" his voice was muffled against your skin, and before you could protest, he hooked a finger under the lace, tugging it down just enough to bare you to him.

the groan he let out was downright sinful. "god, you're perfect," he said, like he was talking to himself as much as you. his hands framed your chest, holding you steady as his lips closed around one of your nipples. the sensation made your back arch again, a gasp escaping your lips as his tongue swirled and flicked - his free hand going to knead your other tit.

he didn’t rush. he lavished your breasts with worship, switching from one to the other with no less intensity as his hand switched to the other tit once more. his teeth grazed your, in the moment, warm skin, a contrast to the slight coldness of his mouth but with the soothing strokes of his tongue.

"you're so beautiful like this," he mumbled between kisses, his hands never straying from your chest. his fingers kneaded the soft flesh, coaxing gasps and whimpers from you with every touch. "i could spend all night here, you know. just like this."

"you're so annoying, toru, i know you would," you managed, though the words lacked bite when your voice was this breathy and needy.

he chuckled, pressing an open mouthed kiss to the valley between your breasts before meeting your gaze again from down there, watching you stare up at him with a dazed look. "maybe. but you like it."

which is true!

you couldn't argue with that. not when his hands and mouth were driving you to the edge with nothing more than sheer devotion to your body. it was so pleasurable - your senses were overwhelmed, your body alight with the feeling of him smooching every inch of your boobs. every swirl of his tongue and press of his lips felt soft, calculated to pull you apart bit by bit.

[andy-clutterbuck]

The Ones Who Live: Behind the Scenes

[deathofacupid]

synopsis: heian!era sukuna x blind reader, where he is undoubtedly sure that you wouldn't love him if you could see him. a/n: @salsakiyoomi, thought of you while writing this! i know you love sukuna, here's a gift for you. hope you're having a better day! banner credits to @/dollywons.

the air in the ancient chamber hung thick with the scent of incense and the faintest trace of something wilder, something that clung to sukuna like a phantom limb.

he held you close, your small form nestled against his chest, your breathing soft and even. you were a delicate bloom in his brutal world, a splash of vibrant color against the monochrome backdrop of his existence. he was a creature of shadows, a being woven from malice and power, and you… you were a whisper of sunlight.

he watched you, his crimson eyes burning in the dim light, a stark contrast to the serenity etched on your face. he was a monster, a twisted reflection of humanity, a being whose very presence warped the air around him. and you, his sweet, unsuspecting petal, loved him. the thought was both intoxicating and agonizing.

"tch," he muttered, the sound rumbling in his chest. "if you saw what i looked like, you would not be lying beside me like this." he imagined your soft gasp, the way your eyes, currently closed in peaceful slumber, would widen with horror.

he pictured the revulsion that would twist your delicate features, the fear that would replace the gentle affection you so freely gave. the image was a knife twisting in his gut.

you hummed, a small, contented sound, and snuggled closer. "do not be silly," you murmured, your voice laced with sleepiness.

his brow furrowed. "excuse me?"

"yes," you repeated, your voice gaining a touch more clarity. "whether you would admit it or not, i love you for who you are, 'kuna. there is nothing else to it." you reached a hand up, your fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw, the faint scars that marred his cheek.

he flinched at the contact, a visceral reaction to the innocent touch that threatened to shatter the carefully constructed walls around his heart.

he scoffed, a harsh sound that echoed in the quiet chamber. "you say that because you are robbed of sight. you have not had the displeasure of seeing the world – seeing me." the words dripped with self-loathing. he imagined the revulsion that would fill your sightless eyes if they were suddenly granted the ability to perceive his true form, the grotesque markings that covered his body, the inhuman gleam in his eyes.

you loved him in the dark, in the comforting absence of his true appearance. it was a love built on a foundation of blissful ignorance.

you stilled, your hand pausing its gentle exploration of his face. "i do not need to see it," you said, your voice soft but firm, "to know it for what it is."

you shifted slightly, your face turning towards him, as if you could see him with your heart. "the world… it whispers to me, 'kuna. i feel its beauty, its pain, its joy, its sorrow. and i feel you. i feel the warmth of your heart, the strength of your spirit, even the darkness that you try so hard to hide. and i love all of it, 'kuna. all of it."

your words were a balm to his tormented soul, yet they also pierced him with the sharpest of pains. he didn't deserve this, this pure, unconditional love. he was a monster, and you were a gift he didn't deserve.

he remained silent, his hold on you tightening almost imperceptibly. he wanted to argue, to push you away, to protect you from the inevitable heartbreak that would come when you finally understood the true depth of his monstrous nature. but he couldn't. he was addicted to your love, to the warmth you brought to his cold, desolate existence.

he knew he was being selfish, clinging to you like a drowning man to a life raft, but he couldn't let you go. not yet. perhaps… perhaps he could keep you in the dark a little longer. perhaps he could bask in the light of your love just a little longer before the inevitable darkness consumed him, and you along with it.