#sleeves rolled up and his shirt a lil unbuttoned

[xskywalker21]

Not me imaging Cornelius

[naughtyneganjdm]

Bad Girl

Summary: Billy Butcher & Joe Kessler take you to a motel room where you end up handcuffed to the bed with them using your body in whatever way they please.

Characters: Billy Butcher, Joe Kessler & the reader (Female OC, second person)

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57390406

Warnings: 18+, Swearing, Smut, No Plot, Daddy Kink, Unprotected P in V, Oral, No Use of Y/N, Dirty Talk, Threesome, DP, Name Calling, Choking, Spanking, Slapping, Rough, etc.

Notes: We're going to pretend that Joe is actually real and not an imaginary friend lol. Or this can be before he died. Who gives a shit really. This is pure filth. Probably the filthiest thing I've ever written. I think so at least. So yeah, pre-warning.

“I don’t think you had any idea what you were in for when you agreed to this sweetheart,” Joe Kessler’s voice was deep, raspy and it had you whining from where you were stretched out naked on the bed with your wrists handcuffed to the headboard. “I know you said you wanted both of us, but you can barely handle one of us.”

“And I’ve only just gotten started,” Butcher’s thick accent filled the air having you pant when you felt his thick fingers thrusting firmly into your wet pussy. It had your hips arching up toward his movements with Billy snickering out. Joe was sitting in a chair beside the bed. His baby blue button-down shirt was open to the center of his chest exposing the dark curls of hair over his flesh. The sleeves of the shirt were unbuttoned and rolled up to his elbows while he observed Billy having his way with you. Now Billy was sitting at the edge of the bed shirtless with just his black slacks still on. “Lack of being pampered I think with this one.”

“I think you’re right,” Joe hummed, his eyebrow arching up in amusement when you whimpered out with the strength of Billy’s fingers plunging into the depths of your core. By the expression over Joe’s face, you could see that he was entertained with his dimples prominent from his smirk. “Hasn’t had a proper fucking in a very long time.”

“We’ll have to straighten that right up for her,” Billy decided, grunting when he worked hard to forcefully shove his fingers into your wet cunt. Your cries were loud with you throwing your head back into the pillows and a wolfish smile tugged at Joe’s lips.

“Keep it up Billy my boy,” Joe urged Billy on when Billy got on his knees above your body. Billy’s left hand squeezed firmly at your hip to keep you in place while his right hand continued to thrust away with the wet sounds filling the small motel room that the boys had taken you to. “I feel like she’s just about…” your back arched, your eyes slamming shut with your whole body tremoring as Billy managed to get you to a powerful orgasm that had your thighs tremoring. “There.”

“Good girl,” Billy praised you, smacking at your hip when his fingers pulled from your sopping pussy. With how hard your heart was already hammering in your chest, it made you wonder how you were going to last through this. “Tight little cunt this one has.”

“Mmm…I see that,” Joe dragged his thumb across his bottom lip when you dropped your head to the side. Behind heavy eyelids, you could see that Joe was eyeing you over as if he was planning on what to do next with you. “She looks spent already Butcher. And she hasn’t even had a cock in that tight little pussy of hers. I’m thinking we should stop. What about you?”

“No, please,” you begged noticing the wicked smile that followed when Joe snickered. Getting up from the bed, Joe moved in beside Billy at the bottom of the bed and scoffed. “I need this. I want this. So much.”

“Begging lil’ thing,” Billy rumbled with a crooked smile, nudging Joe firmly with his elbow. “I think we should give her what she wants.”

“I think we’ll start slow. Work our way up. See if she deserves it,” Joe moved in beside the bed, reaching out to hook his fingers tightly into your hair. Pulling your head up from the bed, he teased his lips just in over yours. Heat radiated over your lips from the warmth of his breath. It had a breath catching in your throat. The way his eyes locked onto yours took your breath away. “Eat her out Billy.”

“I was getting hungry,” Billy commented with a snort, getting back onto the bed. Forcing your legs apart had you gasping and Joe’s thumb swept over the swell of your plump bottom lip. Wincing, you felt the grasp of Billy’s hands strong on your thighs, squeezing at them to pull you where he wanted you. Going to look when Billy lowered himself down between your thighs had Joe hooking his fingers firmly around your neck to force your head back down into the pillows. “Oi, you should get a good look at this Kessler. Such a pretty little cunt just begging to be pampered.”

“In due time Butcher,” Joe slurred forcing you to look at him. The pressure on your throat was enough to make a point and you didn’t question it. Biting down on your bottom lip, you felt the rough fingertips of Billy tracing over your wet slit with the coarse sensation of his beard teasing at your flesh while he kissed at your inner thigh. “Are you a bad girl or a good girl?”

Whimpering out, you felt the warmth of Billy’s mouth pressing in over your most intimate parts and it had you shaking. Once Billy’s tongue began to pamper your already sensitive clit with slow, focused movements it had a rush flooding your body.

“Answer the question,” Joe sneered making you wince when the grasp of his fingers got tighter around your throat. Joe’s fingertips from his other hand danced between the valley of your breasts. Sweeping his rough fingertips over your nipple had you purring out and he pinched faintly at the taut bud.

“Bad girl,” you answered drawing an amused rumble from Joe’s lips and he gave you a firm nod.

“Good answer,” Joe started pressing faint kisses over your jawline having you purr out. A growl had your hips arching up when the strength of Billy’s tongue and his kisses over your damp heat grew. “Because bad girls want to be punished. You’re only a good girl when you do what daddy wants from you.”

Finally, as if giving you a reward, Joe’s lips covered yours hungrily kissing you. It took your breath away, your lips parting when his tongue gifted you with the warm sweep of it over yours. Crying out in Joe’s mouth, you felt Billy slurping at your sensitive flesh and you wished you could have reached down to sink your fingers into his hair, but you couldn’t move. They made sure of that.

Cooing out at the sensations, Joe bit at your bottom lip giving it a small tug before standing up straight. Pulling open the rest of the buttons of his shirt, he pushed the material aside revealing his slender abdomen to your sight. Attempting to take everything in all at once, you were impressed with the tattoos and the v-line at his slender hips. Dragging his fingers across his belt, Joe started to part the material making the metal cling when he got it apart.

“Fuck,” you gasped when Billy forced two of his fingers back inside of you, delving deep inside of your warmth in attempts to hit that sweet spot he had already found. Matching the pace his mouth was already delivering over your sensitive bundle of nerves had you bouncing up toward him. Growling against your flesh had you tremoring with the way it vibrated against your folds.  

“See, the good thing about Butcher is he does whatever I tell him,” Joe explained, undoing the button in his slacks before firmly tugging down the zipper. It had your mouth going wet at the sight and you were doing your best not to close your eyes. “Ain’t that right Butcher?”

“Fuck off, cunt,” Billy’s lips pulled from your mound with a wet sound. It had Billy snickering and you whining when Joe looked to Billy with an amused expression.

“Back to work,” Joe ordered and Billy gave you a smirk before lowering his head back down to go back to pleasuring you. It had you moaning out and Joe shrugged. “So, as you can see, if you don’t do what I want I can make him stop at any time. Understand?”

Nodding your head, you could barely form words when Joe pushed the material of his pants apart. Reaching inside, he seemed to touch himself for a minute before pulling his lengthy cock out to your sight. It had your mouth water eyeing over his rigid manhood that had prominent veins going up the shaft to the swollen tip. Joe’s long, slender digits were curled around his erection stroking over it in slow movements.

“Now do what daddy tells you…” Joe moved in over you on the bed lowering down just enough for him to press the tip of his cock to your wet and ready lips. “Suck my cock…and you better make it good.”

Chills ran down your spine when you outstretched your tongue allowing it to flick out against the tip of his thick cock. It had a groan falling from Joe’s lips while he watched you. His left hand braced against the headboard while his right hand urged around the back of your neck to get you to lift up better.

Parting your lips enough for him to press his hips forward and sink his cock into your wet mouth had him letting out a deep, raspy moan, “Just like that…”

It was difficult to focus while Butcher’s movements were so fierce making you have to work twice as hard in giving Joe a blowjob, but you were doing your best. Drawing out your movements, you pushed your head forward as much as you could to take Joe in your throat before pulling your head back. It seemed like Billy knew what you were doing and he would tease you having you moan against Joe’s cock when the flicks of Billy’s tongue grew wild against your flesh.

“Relax your throat,” Joe demanded and you did your best to oblige with Joe thrusting his hips forward. You were doing your best not to choke when he filled your throat, pushing your head further down his cock until your nose was buried against his groin with the dark curls of hair that surrounded the base of his thick cock. Tears developed at the corner of your eyes knowing that your airway was cut off until Joe snickered and pulled his hips back. A long line of saliva trailed from the tip of his cock to your lips with him stroking his hand over his slick arousal. Giving you a minute to breathe, he moved forward again and started fucking your mouth the way he wanted and you did your best to give him what he desired. You didn’t complain, hell you wanted to be his best little sex slave that did as he pleased because you didn’t want this to end with the two of them. Even though you tried to focus, your body started tremoring again. God, Butcher was working you up to another orgasm that had you crying out against Joe’s cock. It had Joe moaning out with him pulling it from your mouth with a wet sound. “Fucking hell.”

“Can we switch now?” Billy requested lifting his head up from between your legs to wipe at his lips with the back of his hand. There was a sense of arrogance in Billy’s eyes with the way that he was able to make you come so easily. “I’d like to get my dick wet someday soon too.”

“Have at it,” Joe moved from over you sliding out of his shirt, allowing the material to drop to his wrists. Dropping it onto the ground, he kicked out of his pants and the sight of his cock bobbing about as he moved had you tremoring. “Get on your knees.”

You wanted to ask how, but instead you just did your hardest to twist your arms. It hurt like hell with the way the cuffs tightened around your wrists, but you did what Joe asked of you. Beside you at the edge of the bed, Butcher was swiftly pulling apart the material of his slacks. Unlike Joe, he wasn’t taking his time in pushing his pants down his hips. Billy was quick and fierce in the way that he did things. Once the material of his pants were pushed down, his uncut cock bounced in your face and he chuckled.

“We’re not making it easy for her, are we?” Billy sheathed his girthy flesh with his fingers, testing the member in his grasp making sure that he was completely solid. Hopping up on the bed, he carefully lowered down onto his knees in front of you and swept his fingers over the side of your face. “Here we go…”

Leading the tip of his cock to your lips, you allowed Butcher to sink his arousal into the warmth of your mouth. Grumbling out, Billy swept your hair out of your face and held it back so he could watch you while he thrust his hips unhurriedly toward your throat.  

“Well fuck me,” Joe’s raspy voice was heard, the warmth of his hands palming in over your bottom spreading your cheeks apart. “That is a pretty pussy. Wet and just begging to be fucking destroyed. Look at you.”

“I told ya. And there you are wasting your time talking her through things,” Billy’s accent accentuated something of the words. A firm smack over your right cheek was felt and it made you purr against Billy’s cock. “Fuck Kessler…”

“Enjoy it,” Joe commented when he smacked at your ass again before caressing at the flesh. “Fuck, you really are a pretty little thing, aren’t you?”

Closing your eyes, you enjoyed the warmth of Joe pressing up behind you along with Billy using your mouth however he wanted. Faint kisses were pressed up over the small of your back from Joe before lowering down again. Leaving you with small little bites over your flesh and over your ass. Humming out, Joe’s hands pressed at your thighs, getting them to separate better.

“Look at that pretty little hole,” Joe dropped his head forward, his tongue dragging a line along the length of your sex. When it circled the warmth of your entrance it had your eyes slamming shut and you noticed in that moment that Billy started to thrust his hips harder up toward your throat. His fingers were hooked in your hair, controlling the movements of your mouth over his length leaving the wet sounds to fill the small room with what he was doing.

Joe’s tongue prodded at your hole, his fingers squeezing at your thighs while he feasted on your body. Both men were using your body the way they wanted to and it was so hard to focus. The handcuffs were digging into the flesh of your wrists and you knew it would leave a mark, but you thought it was worth it. You tried to pull your head away for a breath when you gasped at the sensation of Joe’s long, slender digits pushing into your slick body. Just like Butcher, the forcefulness of his fingers thrusting away inside of you had you trembling back against his movements. You were having trouble staying on your knees and they both knew that, but it didn’t stop them from being rough with you. When Joe’s fingers pulled from your body and went back to flicking and teasing over your entrance along with your folds, it had you whining. Tugging your head back from his length had Billy’s cock twitching when his fingers traced over your chin.

“Come on honey, get it together,” Billy’s fingers tapped at the side of your face, giving it a little smack while you tried to take in as much air as you could. “Get that throat relaxed for daddy here so we can keep up the fun.”

It wasn’t long before Butcher was forcing his cock back into your mouth and down your throat. With a slurping sound Joe pulled his head back and snickered against your flesh. Giving you one final wet kiss at your core had you whimpering around Billy’s cock and he threw his head back letting out a delicious moan that had chills flooding your body.

The bottom of the bed dipped with Joe’s weight moving in behind you and your back arched enjoying the warmth of him near, “So many holes just begging for attention.”

The sound of Joe spitting was heard and you felt the warmth of it sliding down over your ass. Collecting it with his thumb, Joe circled it over your tight pucker and it had you bouncing forward. With a rumble of an amused laugh, Joe pulled your hips back to him. Forcing his thumb into the ring of muscle had you pulling away from Billy’s cock, dropping your head down and whimpering out. It was foreign the feeling that he was doing. You weren’t completely ready, but Joe was testing your limits.

“Fucking hell Butcher,” Joe groaned from behind you, enjoying the way your body bounced back toward his. Billy’s fingers grasped onto your jaw forcing you to look up at him. Your eyes were watery and you no doubt had spit dribbling from your lips with what they had been doing to you. “Her ass is perfect too. With a pussy and an ass this tight, they are just begging for endless amounts of creampies.”

“You’d like that wouldn’t ya?” Billy slurred, lowering down just enough to brush your hair out of your face and he smiled. “The two of us filling you up?”

“Yes,” you panted, whimpering out when Joe pulled his thumb from your body. Hearing him getting off the bed had you whining and Billy let out a sound of awe.

“She misses you already Kessler,” Billy mocked you slightly dawning a frown with his thumb sweeping over your bottom lip. “Wants you back in that tight little ass of hers.”

“I won’t be gone long,” Joe assured you digging for something in his pants before returning with a tiny little bottle. Getting back on the bed, Joe dropped the bottle on the bed beside him and hummed. “Don’t be a greedy little thing. You’re gonna get what you want. I’m just preparing for the future here.”

“You have no idea what you’re in for,” Billy alerted you with a bounce of his eyebrows and a devious smirk. Gasping out, you felt Joe moving you around where he wanted you. The way he threw you about made you feel like a rag doll when you felt his thighs pressing in over the back of yours. It had you cooing out when you felt the length of his solid cock resting over your bottom. “Why do you get to go first?”

“Because you ate her out first Butcher my boy,” Joe snorted seeing the frustration in Billy’s face when Billy curled his fingers around his cock, teasing the flesh in his grasp. “Don’t fucking worry. We’ll share. We always fucking do.”

“Come on honey,” Billy led you back toward his cock, teasing the tip over your wet lips. Sticking out your tongue for him, you flicked it faintly at the ridges of Billy’s manhood. It had him growling out, his fingers yanking at your hair drawing you to wince. Allowing his length back between your lips, you heard the sounds of Joe tapping his erection at your ass. The soft smacks had your eyes slamming shut and you wiggled your ass a bit showing him that you wanted what he was about to deliver. “You look so pretty with my dick in your mouth.”

“Aw. Ain’t you sweet?” Joe mocked Billy from where he was behind you and you could see from the corner of your eye that Billy lifted his hand to raise a middle finger at Joe. It had Joe chuckling behind you before you felt the sweep of the tip of Joe’s cock over the length of your sex. Moaning against Billy’s cock had him groaning out when Joe smacked his member up against your flesh. Joe was teasing you at first while you did your best to pleasure Billy, but Billy could pick up that you were having a hard time focusing so he started thrusting his hips, fucking your throat with wet sounds falling from you. You felt the swollen tip of Joe’s cock at your entrance when he pushed forward swiftly, not giving you much time to get used to his size when he filled you completely. It had your hips bouncing forward, a cry falling from your stuffed throat, but Joe forced you back onto him. “Fuck, that’s nice…”

Joe squeezed at your hips before he started thrusting behind you, not taking it easy in the way he pounded into you. Every bounce forward of his hips had you gagging more on Billy’s cock. A pathetic half attempt at a moan escaped the small spaces of your throat while the wet sounds of Joe pounding into your pussy echoed throughout the room.

“That’s it,” Joe growled, his hand spanking firmly over your bottom again. Your flesh was hot, burning with the sensation before another smack over your flesh drew you to whimper. “Such a perfectly wet tight little pussy.”

Once again, Joe’s thumb was back at your pucker pushing it’s way back into your ass while he fucked you. It was a feeling you weren’t used to, but by the sounds Joe was making behind you, you would have let him do anything. In fact, you moaned like the perfect little slut they wanted you to be. God, what you would have given to touch both of them. To feel the flexing of their muscles while they had their way with you.

“Oi, let me try,” Billy pulled at your hair, getting you from his cock and you panted for air. Tugging you forward had Joe’s length pulling from your wet core. You hated that empty feeling it left you with. Billy dropped down on the bed, managing to get you on your knees over him. Your hands were braced against the headboard when Billy reached between the two of you to thrust his hips up sinking his manhood into your tight canal. “Fucking hell…”

“Told you,” Joe’s breath was warm against the side of your neck when he kissed over your jawline from where he was on his knees behind you. Joe’s erection was pressed against your back while Billy pounded into you from below. His hips bouncing up toward you filling you again and again with his length. Curling his fingers firmly around your throat, Joe urged you to tip your head back while your cries and moans filled the air. Covering your lips with his, Joe feverishly kissed you, his tongue brushing past your lips to flick against yours. Sucking faintly at his tongue had him growling out, the grasp of his fingers around your throat growing stronger. Mewling out, you felt your whole body shaking with the way that Billy was smacking up against you, his testicles slapping up against your ass with every thrust. “Enough.”

Curling his arm around your waist, Joe lifted you enough to pull you from Billy’s cock. Joe kept his finger wrapped around your throat, having your head tip back against his shoulder. His other hand reached down to lead his cock back into you with a loud smacking sound. Between Billy and Joe they were filling you and stretching you in ways that you could never imagine.

Crying out, you closed your eyes while Billy’s hands caressed up and over your sides. There was a big difference between Billy’s hands and Joe’s hands. Billy’s fingers were rougher, scratching at your flesh while Joe’s fingers were softer. You could tell that one worked more in the field and the other did more of the directing. Billy’s palms squeezed at your breasts, his fingertips circling your nipples.

“Gorgeous set of tits really,” Billy grunted, his hot wet kisses tampering off over your breasts. Once his mouth surrounded your breast, it had you crying out into Joe’s mouth. Joe wasn’t wasting a moment with you, having you the way he wanted. Filling you completely, having you shake with every forceful thrust upward he made behind you. Twisting his tongue around your nipple, Billy nipped at the flesh before sliding out from under you. “My turn.”

You whined. You felt like Joe had been hitting all the right areas inside of you to lead you right to the edge of an orgasm, but Billy didn’t give you the time to reach it. And that ached. Bad. Joe snickered, pulling his hips back and you felt Billy forcing you down onto your back again. Breathing loudly, you could feel your heart pounding away inside of your chest. Your body wasn’t used to all of this and all of this at once.

Crawling in over you, Billy settled himself between your thighs after forcing them open. Hooking his arms around your shoulders, Billy held tightly to you when he looked between the two of you. Lining his solid dick up, he thrust firmly forward which had you bouncing upward on the bed. Every thrust was rough, causing the bed to squeak with every movement he made over you. The headboard was smacking against the wall loud. It made you wonder if anyone else was in the rooms near you. If there was, there was no question what was happening in here.

“Look at that face,” Joe sat on the edge of the bed. Your face was hot. You knew you looked spent and he was completely amused. Billy gave you a few wet, sloppy kisses, but you liked the way they felt. You liked the contrast between Joe and Billy. Sucking at his bottom lip, Joe seemed to enjoy watching Billy fucking you with the way that he was watching the two of you. Joe’s cock twitched with anticipation when he smacked at Billy’s shoulder. “Don’t be greedy Butch.”

“Fine,” Billy scoffed, dropping his head back, pulling himself up and away from you which had you whimpering out. Again, you felt like you were cheated out of an orgasm. There was a tingling at your core, you were soaking wet and the boys knew what they were doing with you. It felt like a game at this point. Billy threw his hand out and pointed down at you. “Have at it.”

“Thank you,” Joe shook his head, licking his lips when he looked you over. “I can see by the desperation in your eyes you want to come. So bad. Don’t you?”

Joe traced his fingertips over the length of your folds, collecting your slick onto his fingers before he traced his fingers back down. It had you nodding, your hips bouncing up toward his touch when he snorted, another amused rumble falling from his throat, “Can you squirt?”

You could barely form words when Joe grunted and moved in over you on his knees. Urging your legs up over his shoulders had your ass lifting from the bed and he braced himself with his left hand settling beside your hip. Using his right hand, Joe reached down to lead his throbbing erection swiftly back into your body. With a smack forward it had you crying out and an arrogant smile pulled at Joe’s lips.

“Feel good?” Joe slurred, his eyebrows furrowing when he braced his right hand beside your other hip to balance his weight. Nodding, your lips parted and you whimpered. In this position Joe filled your right up to the brim. It had you feeling fuller than ever and your hips involuntarily arched up because you wanted more. It had his long eyelashes fluttering with him taking in a sharp breath of air showing that he liked it. It was like he was cherishing the sensation of the warm walls of your core surrounding him before he started rolling his hips. Each movement Joe made, he was paying close attention to how you reacted. The bed dipped with Billy laying down beside you, his kisses pressing in over your shoulder. Once Joe found a position he liked, his eyes were focused on his cock starting to piston inside of you. Joe’s jaw flexed, the lines in his forehead growing with his moans becoming louder.

“Joe,” you cried out and it had Billy tsking in your ear, his fingers grasping tightly to your jaw while your hands tremored in the position they were in. Your arms were going numb with how they had them handcuffed to the bed. The pleasure overpowered the pain with the tip of Joe’s cock hitting all the right places inside of you. It had you shaking, your hips quivering with you arching up close to him wanting him to keep doing what he was. There was a rush going to your head and you bit down on your bottom lip.

“Keep it up Kessler. Looks like this one is about to burst,” Billy praised Joe with the smacks of Joe’s flesh against yours setting a steady rhythm. Sliding his palm down your abdomen, Billy’s fingers centered in over your clitoris circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. It had you crying out their names. A proud laugh fell from Billy’s throat. Behind heavy eyelids you could see the determined expression over Joe’s face when you wailed out, pulling your hips back and away from Joe. A hot liquid warmth rushed to your core and your whole body shook. An amused breath fell from Joe with him licking his lips. “She is a squirter. Well lucky us.”

“Fuck,” you tremored, your throat tensing up when Joe moved off the bed and ran his fingers over the wet lengths of his lower abdomen. Sitting at the top of the bed beside you, Joe propped his back up against the headboard when Billy swiftly got up onto his knees. Once again he had you flipping over onto your stomach. Adjusting your bodies, Joe had you laying over him when Billy moved in over you. Your head rested against Joe’s abdomen with his fingers stroking at your shoulders. Forcing your legs together, Billy rest his knees beside your thighs and reached down to forcefully shove his thick cock back into you. It had you sobbing out. You were so fucking sensitive as it was and Billy wasn’t going to give you a break. No, now that Joe had managed to make you squirt by focusing purely on your g-spot, Billy was going to do the same. Rough, powerful thrusts followed with your face burying further against Joe’s lower abdomen. “Billy…please.”

“Nah, no. Butcher is doing a great job,” Joe hushed you, stroking his fingers over the side of your face. It led you to start pressing faint kisses over the area under Joe’s navel and it had him smiling. “Let him do what he wants with your pussy. You won’t regret it.”

“It’s almost like a challenge you see. If he can do it, I know I can too,” Billy grunted in your ear, his mouth pressing in over your shoulder while biting at your flesh. Adjusting his hips, Joe curled his fingers around the base of his lengthy cock and teased the tip of it over your bottom lip. Parting your lips allowed him to start thrusting his hips up in lazy movements. You tasted yourself on him while he surprisingly praised you. Every plunge of Billy’s cock inside of you had you crying out against Joe’s flesh, but by his moans you realized he liked the way it vibrated against his manhood. By Billy’s loud breaths, you could tell he was determined and he was getting there with wanting to make you squirt too. That same familiar fire flooded through your veins, but this time you couldn’t pull away. All you could do was pull your mouth away from Joe’s length, burying your face against the center of Joe’s chest when Billy swiftly pulled his hips back and a wet sound followed. “Fucking Perfect.”

“I think it’s time for the finishing touches,” Joe allowed you to lay over him while he stroked his fingers over your shoulders. Curling his finger under your chin, he persuaded you to tiredly lift your head from his chest. “You can take both of us at the same time, right? You want to be our perfect little slut and make us happy?”

“Of course she does,” Billy retorted from behind the two of you going back to kissing over your shoulders. “If she wants to keep this whole thing up, I know she can handle it. Ain’t that right sweetheart?”

Licking your lips, you knew that your body was already exhausted. You had been ran through incredible amounts of euphoric pleasure time and time again. Pushed to the brink, but when it came to these two, you were willing to do anything. Nodding slowly had Joe’s smile growing and he tipped his head down. The light from the motel room brought attention to the scar that went down the side of his face. You had always been attracted to both Joe and Billy. But now even more so with the way their bodies showed how they went to war in the past.

The bed went cold with both Joe and Billy getting up from the bed. Shocked, you felt one of them unhooking your wrists from the headboard. You didn’t think they were going to let you have your hands. Out of the corner of your eyes you could see them talking. Pulling your wrists closer to your body allowed you to observe them. Your skin was raw and red.

“I’ll play you for it,” you heard Billy stammer and it had Joe chuckling. Turning your head, you watched Billy hold out his fist. It looked like the both of them were doing rock, paper, scissors as if trying to figure out who was going to go where. When they got to three, Joe beat Billy with paper when Billy picked rock. “Best outta three?”

Rolling his eyes, Joe allowed them to play again with Joe winning the second time, “I know the way you think Butcher.”

“Alright you fucking wanker. You win. But it’s mine next time,” Billy declared dropping down to the edge of the bed before laying down. Urging you in over him took time. You weren’t moving all that well. You were weak and rightfully so. Now Billy was kissing you this time more focused, gentle. It surprised you.

“Here we go,” Joe got on the bed behind you, grabbing your waist and pulling you up to your knees. It had you gasping out, but Billy had your face cupped in his hands with him nibbling at your bottom lip. “I’m gonna get you ready. Cus’ while we’re assholes, we’re not fucking assholes.”

“Yes you are,” Billy snickered, his lips pressing over the side of your neck to your jawline where he bit. It had you whimpering and you heard the sound of a bottle being opened. Soon the slick, cool fluid began to slide between your flesh over your ass hearing Joe let out a proud sound.

Closing the bottle up, Joe tossed it back beside you and you felt him squeezing at your cheeks, testing the flesh as if to relax you. Tracing his fingers over your body, Joe collected the lube that he had poured and you felt him prodding at your tight hole. It had your eyes slamming shut tightly when you felt his finger pressing inside of you. This time he was slower, working to open you up for him when he added a second finger.

“You’re working your way to the good girl label,” Joe commented, his lips pressing between your shoulders. Billy’s hands curled around your body, smacking firmly at your ass which had it bouncing back toward Joe while he thrust his finger inside of your tight canal. Working a second finger in had you grabbing tightly to Billy. Your fingers sank into Billy’s flesh, the nails breaking the skin, but by the sound that he made he liked it. “Your perfect little ass was made for this. Y’know that?”

“He has me all jealous and shit,” Billy snorted, his brow line creasing when Joe reached for the bottle again after pulling his fingers from your body. It had you panting, clinging tightly to Billy like you wouldn’t let go. You had to brace yourself and prepare for what was going to happen. Looking over your shoulder, you watched Joe pour a significant amount of lube into his hand before coating his cock with it. Slick sounds fell from his hand jerking off his throbbing length. Crawling toward you, Joe pressed into your hips to get them lowered slightly with your ass in the air. “I thought we were sharing.”

“Let me get her used to it first and then we will share,” Joe snapped, his fingers digging into your hips when you felt the swollen tip at your tight pucker. Clenching up had Joe hushing you his lips kissing at your shoulder with the warmth of his body radiating against your back. “Clenching is going to make it hurt. I’m not trying to hurt you here. So fucking relax.”

Doing as you were told, you tried to get your body to loosen up. In that moment, Billy was caressing at your body, his mouth demanding kisses from yours. You wanted to focus on the kisses, but you heard the slight popping sound of Joe successfully sinking the tip of his manhood into your tight hole.

Don’t tense up. You had to repeat that to yourself as you buried your head against the side of Billy’s neck. Cradling your head, Billy hushed you with Joe urging the rest of his lengthy cock inside of you. You felt full. It ached, but you didn’t want him to leave. An involuntary moan fell from your throat.

“Fuck me,” Joe bit at your earlobe, his nose nuzzling against the side of your face when he filled you completely. “Your tight little ass feels like it was made just for me.”

Bracing his hands, Joe took his time pulling his hips back and then thrusting forward. It surprised you that he was taking his time to open you up and get you used to this whole thing. His moans were pretty loud and you bit down on your bottom lip.

“You’re going to creampie her before we even get started,” Billy scoffed with the weight of both you and Joe over him. “Now who is being the greedy fucking one.”

“Stop bitching,” Joe snarled, reaching out to smack his hand at the side of Billy’s face which seemed to enrage him a bit. “You don’t want to rip the poor girl in half. You’ll get what you want you jackass.”

Gradually Joe’s thrusts stopped and you felt him pull from your body which had you whining out, “I know, I know. You want me balls deep in that pretty little ass of yours, but we have to please Butcher here too before he loses it.”

“Fuck you wanker,” Billy scoffed with Joe trying to get you up onto your knees. You were weak, your hands pressing in over Billy’s chest.

“We need your hips to stay up so Billy can fuck you from below while I do it from behind,” Joe’s words vibrated against your flesh and you lowered your upper half. Bracing your weight over Billy’s body, you felt Billy grabbing your hips. With a firm smack upward, Billy was back inside of your already dripping cunt. It had him growling out, his teeth biting at your neck undoubtedly leaving marks. “And now…”

Billy was holding you in place when Joe adjusted his legs. You felt the hair from his thighs pressing against the back of your thighs when he pressed in behind you. There was that bulbous tip back at your tight pucker again. This time he wasn’t as gentle as before. Sinking his cock into you with a firm upward thrust had you crying out. Having the both of them inside of you left you feeling fuller than you ever had.

“Have you ever had a double creampie darlin’?” Billy muttered, his head lifting up to press kisses over your breasts that were in his face. With a nip it had you crying out and he let out an excited breath. “We’re going to have our spunk dripping out of both of your holes.”

“Good girl,” Joe reached around you to palm up over your body, squeezing at the breast that Billy’s tongue wasn’t currently circling. Starting to roll his hips, Joe was smacking up against your ass with his slender hips while Billy desperately started to thrust up toward you. Their movements were uneven at first and it had you breathless. Clinging to whatever you could. After a while they seemed to find a matched tempo that you actually quite enjoyed. You felt both of their testicles smacking up against your flesh. It was a good thing they were friends because everyone was touching everyone at this point. “You were made for this.”

Hearing both Joe and Billy’s moans had chills filling your body. This was incredible. This was everything you dreamt of and more. You knew you would be feeling it for a long time, but you didn’t care. They both marked you and you would wear those marks with pride.

“Beautiful little slut, ain’t ya?” Billy smacked a bit firmer than he did previously at the side of your face before claiming your lips in a hungry kiss again. You were shaking between the both of them. A variation of cries and moans falling from you while they both absolutely had their way with fucking you. Gasping out, you felt Joe’s fingers back at your neck with the pressure that he had placed on it earlier. “Look at you.”

Faint smacks at your clit were felt with Billy smirking a wickedly entertained smile. Your hips were tremoring between the both of them. You were all covered in sweat. This was the dirtiest, naughtiest thing you had ever done and they were letting you know that.

“Are you going to come?” Joe’s fingers were still tight on your throat when you started moaning louder. You could only nod slightly. You wanted to come and you were close to it. You could tell with how good everything felt. That same fire was building inside of you and you felt faint. “Do you like having both of our big cock’s inside of you at the same time?”

“Yes daddy,” you could barely get your words out, your head light from both the pressure of his fingers around your throat and the oncoming orgasm that you were about to have. “I love it. So much.”

“Does your tight lil’ cunt and ass belong to us?” Billy wanted an answer while his fingers were more determined to match the tempo their cocks were setting inside of you.

“Answer him?” Joe demanded with a firm tug, his words hot against your ear making you wince.

“It belongs to both of you,” you promised them, your eyes slamming shut with how powerful Billy’s thrusts seemed to get beneath you.

Billy’s moans were constant when you felt the first twitch of his cock inside of you. He seemed to hold you still, his nails now digging into your flesh while he pumped you full of his cum. You felt it seeping down your inner thighs, enjoying the sight of Billy’s pleasured filled face with his head tipped back into the pillows. His jaw was flexing, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes closed tightly. Billy’s lack of movement only seemed to make Joe’s movements harder. Joe’s breathing loud and hot against your flesh. A small bit of energy filled you. You wanted that orgasm that they were both working up inside of you. It had you bouncing back toward Joe’s thrusts, while still pulling back and forth enough to use Billy’s cock the way you needed it.

“That’s it,” Joe sounded pleased with you and Billy lifted his head to watch you fucking yourself over his cock and Joe’s. With a wail, you felt your thighs tremoring. Your whole body shaking with the euphoric sensation flooding your veins. Your heart was pounding in your chest. With Joe’s fingers still curled tightly around your throat, it seemed to enhance your orgasm all the more. “Fuck…”

Joe’s moans grew louder, his thrusts more prominent and harder. It had you bouncing forward with Billy’s moans still matching yours. With a dominant thrust over you, you felt the warmth of Joe’s release inside of you, his damp chest pressing firmly against your back lowering you closer to Billy. With a few final thrusts, Joe’s hips finally came to a stop and he laughed against your jawline. Finally releasing your neck had you inhaling sharply. The room was spinning. Your vision was slightly blacked over, but in time came back to you. Both men were still inside of you, holding onto you like they weren’t going to let go.

“Fan-fucking-tastic,” Billy was the first to say something, smacking at your hip before lowering his hips. The sensation of his cum sliding down your body was felt with some of it dripping onto his lower abdomen. If anything? Billy was proud of it.

A faint kiss was pressed against your temple as Joe grunted, straightening his body to get back to his knees. His fingers squeezed at your ass cheeks, spreading them when he took his time pulling his softening cock from your tight canal. Once he did, you heard the wet sound that followed by the proud rumble from Joe’s throat.

“Watching our cum oozing out of your pretty little holes turns me on all over again,” Joe claimed, hissing out when he squeezed at your flesh. You felt his cum sliding down over your folds before dripping from your body. Tapping your hip, Joe suggested you to lay down and you fell in over Billy who grunted. Falling in beside you, Joe’s chest was rising and falling while he tried to catch his breath.

“You okay there old man?” Billy mocked Joe, kissing at your shoulder after. Gazing over Joe, you saw his softening cock resting at his lower abdomen, twitching slightly and it took your breath away. Between Billy and Joe you didn’t know where you wanted to be.

“Fuck you,” Joe scoffed, rolling over onto his side curling his arm around you to pull you closer so that you were between the both of them. Joe’s hand caressed over your thigh, his lips kissing at the side of your neck while Billy kissed at the opposite. Between their rough beards, it had you purring out. You enjoyed the pampering that came after that welcomed abuse you went through between them. “You did good. Very good.”

“I hope it was everything you wanted,” Billy breathed out, a laugh falling from his throat when he stretched his hand out over your breasts to drag it across your flesh. “Because the next time? It’s gonna be so much more intense than this.”

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[slut4thebroken]

Home Improvements

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Pairing | Emmett x wife!reader

Summary | Emmett does yard work while you’re outside tanning and you (both) get a little needy.

Warnings | Smut, semi public sex, humiliation, exhibitionism, a lil degradation, breeding, slight age gap, they’re so cute it kinda makes me sick lol.

Words | 1.8 k

Notes | I’ve been wanting to write some consensual Emmett stuff for a while so thank you to the anon who sent an ask to @kiss-me-cill-me who ended up tagging me🤭

Ao3 link | <3

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(Ignore the fact that idk how lawn mowers work lmaooo)

You were laying down on a lawn chair in your favorite bikini, sunglasses on and book in hand, but you weren’t reading anymore. You were completely focused on Emmett. The top two buttons of his shirt were left open and his already short sleeves were rolled up a little, showing even more of his muscles and tattoo in a way that made your mouth water. 

When you noticed he was standing still, you forced yourself to pay attention and realized he was looking at you. “What?” You called out. The engine of the lawn mower was still on, but it was quieter now that he wasn’t moving it. 

“I asked if it’s too loud.” Your heart fluttered a little— he’s always so considerate. 

“No it’s okay. Thank you for checking though.” You were out here first so of course he wanted to make sure he wasn’t disturbing your tanning/reading time. 

You continued watching him. Occasionally he’d stop and remove his hat to wipe the sweat from his forehead, but he was getting through it pretty quickly, much to your displeasure. 

“Hey, Emmett?” You yelled, hoping he heard you with how far he was. He paused, turning toward you, and when you waved him over, he obeyed instantly.

“Yeah?” 

“Aren't you kind of hot? It’s like 80 degrees out today.” You said casually, confusing him. 

“A little, I guess.” He shrugged. 

“Maybe you should take your shirt off. Feeling the breeze really helps.” You suggested, glancing down at your mostly nude body to show that you weren’t completely bullshitting that excuse. He chuckled quietly and shook his head a little, looking away from you with a small smile. 

“Sure, baby.” You knew that he knew exactly what you were doing, but you didn’t care. You got what you wanted and that’s all that matters. He started unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, then tossed it onto the second lawn chair. Since he already knew, you decided to close your book and put it on the small table in between both chairs. 

“You know, it also might help if you work a little slower too. Going fast means using more effort, and that means getting hotter quicker.” You knew it was grasping at straws and completely cheesy, but he scoffed a laugh and played along. 

“Good point. Any other suggestions?” 

“None that don’t involve public indecency.” You said teasingly and he chuckled again before walking back over to the lawn mower to continue. You could see now that his torso was glistening with a light sheen of sweat, only getting you more worked up. 

There was something so incredibly hot about watching your husband do completely mundane, domestic tasks like mowing the lawn and barbecuing. He also had a really bad habit of doing home self improvements… so at any given time, there was at least one part of the house that was unfinished. The plus side to his love of home diy’s was that he’d build you things for the house, like extra storage in a weird space where nothing could really fit, or a new table after you accidentally spilled paint all over it and couldn’t get it off. 

You frowned when he turned the lawn mower off and started walking over to you. “It looks amazing, honey.” You smiled, shamelessly eyeing his body as he sat down on the chair next to yours. You offered him your glass of ice water which he took eagerly, gulping down more than half of it in one go. “You know, I think you deserve a reward for doing such a good job.” Honestly, it was more a reward for you being able to sit here for half an hour without jumping his bones. 

“You hate when I’m all sweaty.” You could tell that he wanted whatever you were offering though. 

“Yeah… but that just gives us an excuse to have round two in the shower.” You smirked and his lips curled up into a small smile. 

“Come here.” He said as he laid back in the lawn chair, letting you climb onto his lap. His hands settled on your hips as you took off your glasses and his hat before finally kissing him. Your arms draped over his shoulders, letting you play with the hair at the nape of his neck. When he pulled back, you whined quietly. “I don’t think I can do yard work while you’re tanning anymore. I’ve been hard since I walked out here.” You choked out a laugh, then started grinding on his bulge, making his breath catch in his throat. 

“I agree. I’ve been wet since you started mowing.” You leaned down to kiss him again, still grinding your hips, and his hands dragged up your sides to cup your breasts, making you moan quietly. When he pulled your bikini down to rest below them, you let out a gasp that turned into a mewl when he leaned forward and sucked your nipple into his mouth. “Fuck- Emmett…” You said through a breath, tightening your grip on his hair. “People might see.” Even though you were in the backyard that had a wood fence all the way around the perimeter, there was still a chance. 

“Thought you said I deserve a reward.” He grumbled, moving to your other nipple to suck and nip at it teasingly. “And I want to fuck my wife on my own property. I don’t give a shit if someone sees.” You knew that wasn’t true. You’d have to stop him from commiting a felony if someone accidentally saw your body because of how jealous and possessive he could be. 

“I’m gonna be pissed if we get in trouble with the HOA.” A few years ago, you never would’ve imagined that you’d be married, living in a suburban house, worried about the HOA. Despite your words, you started snaking your hands down his chest and stomach to his belt. You managed to unbuckle it, even with how close your bodies were, then you opened his pants and took out his cock, stroking him to full hardness. 

“Fuck.” He hissed, kissing up your chest to your neck, then sucking the skin into his mouth to leave a mark. “Need you, doll.” He whispered, hips bucking up toward your hand, desperately seeking out your tight, warm cunt. Since you were just as desperate, you quickly pulled your bikini bottoms to the side and sunk down on his cock, making both of you moan. You sat down on him completely, then paused, needing to let yourself adjust. 

When his hands snaked around to your back and tugged on the string of your bikini, you gasped and tried to keep the fabric from moving away— at least with it below your breasts, you could quickly cover yourself if needed. Emmett didn’t seem to care about that though as he pulled it over your head then threw it somewhere to the side. 

“Fuck..” You said through a breath. The risk was making you infinitely needier and as you continued to get more turned on, you started to care less about someone possibly seeing. 

“Come on, baby. Give me my reward.” He gruffed. As if your body was completely under his command, you started rocking your hips, warming yourself up a little. You cried out when he suddenly slapped your ass. “You know what I want.” His voice was much harsher now, making it clear that this was a demand, not a request. So you started bouncing up and down on his lap, forcing moans out of both of you. “That’s it… Be a good little wife and use that greedy cunt to please my cock.” He groaned, slapping your ass again before moving his hands up to grope your tits. You were starting to sweat now as you panted, quickly heating up from the exertion. 

Getting bolder, he suddenly reached for the strings on both hips, then quickly pulled to untie them. “Emmett..” You warned— being completely nude was way too risky.  

“We can move this to the front yard if you’d prefer.” He threatened, making you falter. When you gave up on trying to stop him, he smirked and removed the fabric, leaving you fully bare. “What would people say, honey?” He murmured mockingly. “If they knew that you liked riding me in public, in broad daylight, without wearing any clothes.” 

“Emmett…” You whined, his words making you needier. 

“Oh, I know, baby… I know.” He cooed, brushing your hair behind your ear and cupping your cheek. “You can’t help being a whore, but it’s okay because you’re my whore. Isn’t that right?” 

“Yes.” You mewled, desperately moving your hips, chasing your release. 

“Say it.” His hands settled on your hips and he held you still, then started bucking up into you. 

“I’m your whore, Emmett.” You whined with a blush. He moved one hand to smack your ass as a warning, then immediately put it back on your hip. “I’m your whore!” You cried out, much louder this time. “Fuck— please make me come.” 

“Wait just a little longer, doll, I’m almost there.” He said breathily, tightening his grip on your hips almost painfully and bucking up into you so fast, you had to bite your lip to keep from screaming. Your breasts were moving embarrassingly with how hard he was pounding you, only furthering your humiliation… which only brought you closer to the edge. 

“Emmett.. please, I can’t hold it.” You whimpered, clinging to his shoulders, trying to ground yourself. 

“Go ahead, sweet girl…” He said through a breath. “Come for me.” You reached down to rub your clit and when your orgasm crashed over you, Emmett quickly lifted a hand to cover your mouth, muffling what would’ve been a mix of a scream and a moan. You stared down at him with furrowed brows as your body trembled with each wave of pleasure that rolled through you. 

He cursed under his breath when your orgasm made your cunt squeeze his cock almost too tight, sending him over the edge as well. You only had to endure the overstimulation for a few seconds while he continued bucking up into you, riding it out. His grunts and breathy moans were creating a new pool of arousal in your stomach, but he was done before he could get you worked up all over again. 

When he relaxed his grip, you accidentally sunk down all the way, making you both wince from the sensitivity. You were still panting and Emmett was in a similar state, but he snaked his hand around to the back of your neck and pulled you down into a kiss anyway. It was short, but still deep and passionate, leaving you even more breathless. 

“I’m going to look into building higher walls for the fence so you can start tanning naked.” His lips were curled up into a poorly concealed smirk. “Just so you don’t get tan lines, obviously...” He said coyly, making you laugh. 

I think I want to write more for them cause I really like their dynamic so send me some ideas <3

[augustghosts]

Wasting Water

Tangerine x fem!reader

So uhh… I'm back! But, with something (someone) new! I watched Bullet Train recently and I just couldn’t help myself. I’m so obsessed with this man 🍊 also i’m a sucker for patching each other up after a mission trope so um, I hope someone enjoys this! lmao. I haven’t written in a few months and I'm a lil rusty so if this sucks… don’t even worry about it… also i didn’t proofread this so if you spot any mistakes, spelling or otherwise, let me know!!

Word Count: 2.4K

Warnings: Fem reader. Shower sex. Unprotected sex. Fingering, oral (f receiving), Slight choking but not really, PinV etc etc etc (so minors turn around and leave pls) Established relationship. Lots of pet names. Naughty language, obviously. Mentions of blood and fighting and that. Tangerine being soft with the reader (warning in and of itself.)

“Fuck me,” Tangerine’s deep voice practically bounces off the walls, way too loud for the early hours of the morning. Way too loud for the way her head is pounding right now. He doesn’t see her wince, he’s too busy messing with the cuffs of his shirt. She watches as he unbuttons the white sleeves and rolls the fabric up to his elbows. “That was a fuckin’ disaster.” He finishes,

He finally looks up at her, standing in front of the mirror scrubbing at her hands. The water swirling down the drain turns bright red as it descends. She looks just as disheveled as he does. Dried blood, both their own and otherwise, splashed on their skin and clothes. He feels a pang of guilt as he watches her, he knows she’s upset. The job going so wrong being partially his fault, the argument that ensued on the way back being about him not taking responsibility.

The hotel room is small - the only one left. He’s standing in the doorway of the bathroom, practically right behind her. She looks up at him and his heart twists inside his chest - she looks tired, and sad. He hates it. He opens his mouth to speak but she beats him to it.

“Can you get out?” She asks, turning to him. “I’m gonna get in the shower.”

That squeezing his chest hits him again, he tries to ignore it. He nods and sighs, turning to leave. As he does, the large slash on her cheek catches his eye. He stops in his tracks and turns his body fully towards her.

“When did you get that?” He asks, his hand comes up to cup her face. How did he not notice?

“It’s fine. It’s only small.” She sighs, she doesn’t have the energy to push him away.

“It’s fuckin’ not.” He says sternly. His opposite hand came up to her other cheek. Holding her head still so he can inspect her face. The cut looks deep, a bruise already forming around it. She watches him, his eyes soften as they dart across her face.

“You gotta clean that.” He says, turning to dig through her makeup bag which sat beside the sink. He pulls out a washcloth and starts to run it under the sink.

“I was gonna do it in the shower.” She mumbles. “But you won’t leave.”

He sighs again, a habit of his she’s always hated. He turns with the cloth and she steps back.

“Just get out so I can wash up.” She mumbles and tries to snatch the flannel from him. His free hand grasps her wrist, softly - but firmly enough to keep her still.

“Oi,” He holds the cloth out of her reach. “Let me help.”

It’s her turn to feel guilty this time. The pleading look in his eyes made her feel defeated.

“Up.” He points to the counter. She obeys and jumps up to sit on the cold marble. Allowing him to stand between her knees. He’s as gentle as ever, as he always is with her, as he dabs at the wound on her face. She studies him too. His messy curls and furrowed brow. The bags under his eyes. This job literally couldn’t have gone any worse, but at least they were both safe. Something she liked to tell herself when stuff like this happened. At least he was here, alive and breathing. His face inches from hers, his warm hands cradling her jaw. God, he looked good.

When he places the rag down in the sink, she doesn’t hesitate to throw her arms around his neck. He jolts, surprised for a few seconds - his hands squeeze her thighs as he tries to manoeuvre himself to reciprocate the hug, but she’s holding him too tightly. He chuckles, his chin resting on her shoulder as she cradles his head. They both know what this means- I’m sorry and I love you. They had never been the best at communicating with words, unless they were fighting that is. But moments like this they both understand.

“C’mon,” He mumbles into her neck. Placing a kiss there for good measure. “Let’s get in.”

He gestures to the shower. She sniffles into his shoulder and he pats her thighs before pulling away. He messes with the shower, swearing to himself as he tries to figure it out. She undresses behind him and slides past him into the cubicle when he finally gets the water flowing.

“I wanted to do that.” He jokes after he gets his own clothes off, stepping in beside her. “I love undressing you.” He whispers as he watches her. The hot water drips down her face from her hair, cascading down her body. He reaches

for her hips and pulls her in for a kiss. The first kiss in hours, but honestly, it feels like days. Her hands explored his broad chest and shoulders as they melted into each other. The steam that was filling the bathroom helped to cloud their minds, helping to push out the awful memories from the job.

“So gorgeous, darlin’.” He murmurs against her cheek, pressing kisses. His hands travel to her ass, a firm squeeze forcing a moan of his name from her lips. Her back is pressed up against the cold tile. It’s his turn to step under the hot water but he doesn’t really take it in, he’s too busy tickling the skin of her neck with his moustache. His lips travel south as his hands rise up to cup her chest. Another firm squeeze has her laughing breathlessly against his mouth. He kisses her one more time, slowly and deeply. His tongue brushes hers and his teeth latch onto her bottom lip, a small playful tug.

Within seconds he’s on his knees. Her strong, beautiful man is exactly where she wants him, on his knees in front of her. His lips swollen, cheeks flushed, his gorgeous curls soaking wet and sticking to his skin. His big blue eyes watch her as she pushes her fingers through them, pushing them out of his face. His hands knead her hips as he takes in the view in front of him. One hand curls around her knee, encouraging her to lift it and place it over his shoulder.

“Shit, baby.” He practically groans as her pussy is opened up for him. “I can never get enough of you.”

“It’s all yours.” She whispers above him, the shower almost drowning her out. “Please, Tan."

“God, Sweetheart. as much as I love hearing you beg for me. It’s not needed tonight.” He’s as desperate for her as she is for him. When is he not desperate for her? He couldn’t tell you. He groans into her heat as he has his first taste of the night. He uses his thumbs to open her up for him and dips his tongue in teasingly. The warm tip slowly circling her clit, softly applying the amount of pressure he knows she likes. Her knees almost buckle and a breathless moan of relief hits his ears. Fuck, he loves the sounds she makes. And he intends to drag them out of her all damn night. His tongue stays where it is, working her skilfully towards the edge whilst one of his fingers starts to circle her entrance. It pushes slowly inside and he smirks when he feels her clench around his single finger.

“More.” Her fingers pull at his hair as she whimpers. “Please.”

He obviously obliges, after the hard day they’ve had he isn’t in the mood to tease. His cock is rock hard already and the sensation of her warm, wet cunt squeezing the life out of his fingers has him moaning around her clit.

“Like that. Fuck, just like that.” She encourages him as he begins to work her with his fingers. He glances up at her, her head tilted back, her mouth open as she whispers to him. Ap fucking beautiful. “I’m close. Shit, that feels so good baby. Oh my god.”

It doesn’t take long for the world to crash down around her, his name becoming the only word she can remember. The feeling of his mouth and his fingers and his curls in her hands, quickly becoming overwhelming. He chuckles when she pushes at his head.

“Shit, baby.” She’s panting, the steam from the still running shower not helping. She pulls him in to kiss him messily. Her whole body is sensitive and on fire. Her hand wraps around his cock, he tenses and clenches his jaw and she can’t help but press her mouth to the sharp edge.

“You look so fuckin’ gorgeous when you come for me like that.” He says, his voice gravelly. He’s impatient as fuck, her soft hand twisting around his shaft is driving him nuts.

“We’re wasting so much water.” She giggles against his skin.

“Best get out then.” He says, reaching behind her to turn off the water. She opens her mouth to protest but he covers it with his hand before whispering: “I wanted to bend you over the sink anyway.”

She grins behind his hand, he mirrors it when he removes his palm and guides her out of the cubicle. Her still wet hands slide on the marble counter as she grips it. Tangerine stands behind her with a firm grip on her hip, his other hand holding his heavy cock. Positioning himself at her entrance.

“You ready for me, Sweetheart?” He groans as he rubs his head through her folds. She’s nodding desperately when he finally manages to take his eyes off her pussy and look up at her in the mirror.

“Please,” She knows exactly what he wants to hear. “Please fuck me. I need you.”

He smiles, almost wickedly, at how fucked out she already looked. He hadn’t even started yet. They both moan breathlessly as he pushes inside of her as slowly as he can muster. Holding back just so he can see that pleading look in her eye as she makes eye contact with him in the mirror, a whine leaving her lips.

“I know, baby.” He growls as he begins to thrust slowly. “Fuck you feel so good. So tight and so fucking wet for me.”

She loves when he’s talkative like this. He’s still gripping her hip, definitely enough to leave a bruise. A hand snakes around her body to grip one of her tits, he moans behind her as he squeezes her nipple between his fingers. She stretches her hand out behind her to reach for him and he knows exactly what she wants. After the day they had, she just wants to be close to him. He obliges and pulls her to his chest, both of his strong arms wrapping around her.

“You love it like this don’t you?” He asks, his lip’s right beside her ear as he watches her in the mirror. Her hands are gripping his firm forearms as he thrusts into her like it's the last time. Tangerine was nothing if not passionate, especially when they were alone. One of his hands rises to gently wrap around her throat, tilting her head up so he can sloppily kiss her. All tongue and moaning into each other's mouths - it’s glorious. The feeling of his hand squeezing her neck and the sensation of his moustache on her upper lip prompts that fire to begin to smolder in her belly.

“I’m close, Tan.” She whimpers. His grip impossibly tightens on her and he bites into her shoulder.

“Me too, darlin’.” He says against her skin. “Cum for me, gorgeous. I’ll right fucking behind you.”

One of her own hands travels downwards to her clit, Tangerine's eyes widen as he watches her touch herself in the mirror.

“Fuck that’s it. I love watching you like this.” He tilts her head up towards him again, his hand still cradling her jaw. “Cum for me, baby. I wanna see it.”

His words almost act like permission, her body reacting to him instantly. As usual. Her knees going weak and her grip on his arms tightening as she cums on his cock. Her pussy squeezing the life out of him and the feeling of her nails digging into his muscles sends him off as well. His teeth dig into her neck hard enough to definitely leave a mark as he spills inside of her. The sensation of him filling her up making her squeeze around him again. A breathless moan of his name as they both relax. His arms falling to the counter in front of her, his warm body pressed against her back - caging her in. His lips kissing her jaw and cheek, mumbled praises and affirmations. For the first time that day, she finally felt okay.

She almost ruins the moment for herself, thinking about how they will have to get up and do it all again tomorrow. But the sound of her lover's voice asking her what she wanted for dinner snapped her out of it.

“I’m so fuckin’ hungry.” He complained. Standing up straight and running a hand through his hair. Tomorrow didn’t matter, not when she had the most beautiful man in the world standing right here in front of her. She laughs at him and he laughs back, a rare sight reserved solely for her and a few others.

“I gotta take another shower after that.” She says.

Tangerine earns a smack to his chest when he asks: “Round two?”

[pegging-satan]

Hello Kunichuuzai nation since we all agree that Chuuya is atrociously down bad for Kunikida, imagine this

Dazai is annoying him as usual and he grabs Dazai by the collar and shoves him against a wall, Chuuya watching all of this drooling biting his lip and shit with a nosebleed because omg he’s so strong😍 (as if chuuya isn’t but I digress)

He’s watching Kunikida focused on work, so focused on his laptop screen, occasionally adjusting his glasses, typing away, and he then closes whatever he was doing to reveal an immaculately arranged desktop with icons arranged neatly and folders within folders of anything and everything, several colour coded spreadsheets, and Chuuya kind of gasps a little

It’s too hot at the office and he rolls up his sleeves and unbuttons his shirt a little and Chuuya just faints

He asks to borrow a pen and poor chuu is too lost in his daydreams to comprehend properly. One time he removed his glasses, his gorgeous green eyes on full display and chuuya kinda forgot to breathe.

His relationship with Dazai is very married for 60 years casual, but now he has an embarrassing schoolgirl crush on Kunikida who has been with them ever since Dazai joined the agency. Unlike Dazai, he doesn’t seek to be beaten up though, he likes a gentle lover wink wink

And as much of a bitch as he is to Dazai he’s an obedient lil puppy for Kuni because that man deserves it. He’s also a simp for his handwriting

[thatztyv]

Cench x Jack

(I really wrote this for me cause I'm obsessed with both of them at the moment 😵‍💫)

Description:

- Oakley meeting Tiana for the first time

Word Count:

- 614

Tɪᴀɴᴀ Gʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ

(tea-on-nuh grain-jur)

"Jack who is that?", I said and tapped him on his chest, then pointed at the girl.

"Oh that's Tiana", Jack said as he looked over at her.

"Tiana?"

"I went to school with her and she SZA's best friend.. you don't know her?"

"Nah this my first time seeing her", I said before taking a sip from my drink. "She look good."

"You should talk to her, she has a great vibe", Jack said.

"Call her over here."

"Tiana!", he said making her turn her head towards us.

Jack motioned for her to come over. She told the person she was talking to that she'd be back before walking up to Jack.

"Looking good Jackman", she complimented as she leaned in giving him a side hug.

"You too T."

"Oh I know I look good", she said and did a lil twirl.

I looked her up and down, biting my lip.

Jack chuckled.

"Hi I'm Tiana", she said turning to me with a soft smile.

"Hey I'm Oakley", I said as I checked her out.

She had on a white long sleeve cropped shirt and unbuttoned camouflage pants, showing off her black underwear and belly ring.

I've never seen any girl look that good in camouflage pants.

"Cench", Jack said hitting my shoulder, snapping me out my trance.

"Hm", I hummed turning my head to him.

Tiana let out a small laugh.

"You good?", he asked and I nodded my head.

"Yeah I'm good."

"He probably never seen a bad bitch before Jack, it's alright", she said making him chuckle.

"I like your outfit", I said, taking a sip from my drink again.

"Oouuu, I like your accent..it's attractive."

"Thank you", I said and smiled.

"Where you from?"

"London, you?"

"Louisville. I grew up with this doofus right here", she chuckled and nudged Jacks head.

"Alright now", Jack mumbled slapping her hand away.

"Always cheated off me in class constantly. I'm the reason why he passed. Kid probably doesn't even know the square root of sixty four", she laughed.

Me and Jack looked at each other before looking back at her.

She laughed again. "You don't know either? It's eight bozos."

"Can you guess who was the class valedictorian out of us two?", Jack said and playfully rolled his eyes making me let out a chuckle.

"Good to see you remember. I will always be smarter than you Jackman", she said before pulling one of his curls.

She just laughed as she let his hair go and jumped back some.

"Tiana! Oou I almost decked you in yo shit. You better be glad I don't hit women. Don't be pulling my luscious curls."

"Boy", she chuckled. "Luscious curls my ass."

"Tiana!", someone called across the room.

"Looks like they want me elsewhere", she sighed before rolling her eyes.

"It was nice meeting you Oakley", she said as she gave me a hug.

"You too", I said, taking in her sweet perfume.

Fuck. She smelt like expensive vanilla and strawberries.

She pulled back with a smile.

"Until we meet again", she said before walking away.

"You fell in love as soon as she told you her name", Jack chuckled as he shook his head.

He wasn't lying.

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[wzrd-wheezes]

Cool Off - George Weasley x Reader.

AN: This fic was inspired by a lil post I made a while ago about George catching you staring at him when he rolls his sleeves up, and then this whole fic just kinda spiralled haha

masterlist here

The hot summer air was making the Potions classroom unbearable. The dark room was stuffy anyway with all the cauldrons bubbling away, let alone when the sun was blistering as well.

Y/N was slumped over her cauldron, her hair sticking to her damp forehead as she pored over the instructions of the potion that she was supposed to be brewing.

“It’s bloody hot in here.” Y/N sighed, picking up her potions book and fanning herself with it.

“You’d think Snape was trying to kill us,” Fred said.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he was,” George laughed. He leaned back, stretching slightly after being hunched over his cauldron for the last half an hour. He brought his hands up to his tie, loosening it slightly in a futile effort to cool himself down. He resumed to his potion, looking puzzled at it for a few seconds before letting out a defeated sigh.

“I can’t wait to get out of here.” Fred mumbled.

“I know it’s torture.” Y/N said.

“We should skip Charms and go down to the lake,” George suggested. As he spoke, he unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and pushed his sleeves up. Y/N watched him, entranced, looking at his exposed forearms that were peppered with freckles. George caught her staring and smirked at her, holding eye contact for far too long.

“What d’you say, Y/N?” George grinned, “Fancy going to the lake to cool off a bit?”

“Yeah, sounds good.” she answered.

Potions class seemed to drag on for hours and when the bell rang to dismiss them, Y/N, Fred and George couldn’t get out of the classroom quick enough. They quickly ran up to the common room so they could get changed and grabbed their things and then made their way down to the lake.

The sun was beating down on them as they walked across the grounds down to the lake. As the school day hadn’t quite finished yet, they were near enough alone there, apart from a few students that were scattered across the grass on picnic blankets or paddling in the water. They settled in a spot under a large tree and threw down their bags.

“Shit.” Fred said, standing up quickly “I told Lee we’d meet him on our way down here and I completely forgot.”

“Better go meet him then hadn’t you!” Y/N, looked up at him, “You know what he’s like,”

“True, he’s a right drama queen.” George laughed “He’ll go on about us forgetting him for weeks!” Fred shook his head at the pair and smiled before running back towards the castle.

“Behave while I’m gone!” He shouted back over his shoulder.

“C’mon. What are we waiting for?” George said, standing up. He slipped his shoes off and quickly removed his shirt, tossing it on the ground next to Y/N. George’s hair had fallen messily over his forehead and he ran a hand through it quickly to fix it. For the second time that day Y/N caught herself staring at him. The sun was reflecting off of his pale chest, which, just like his arms, were scattered with freckles.

“Oi!” George said, grabbing her attention, “That’s the second time I’ve caught you staring at me today. I ought to start charging you!” he laughed.

“Oh, shove off!” Y/N laughed. She stood up and removed her shirt and threw it at George’s face. She felt George’s gaze settle on her as she stood in front of him in her swimsuit, suddenly feeling self conscious. She felt the heat rise in her cheeks, and George smirked at her noticing her reaction.

“You look great.” he smiled softly and grabbed her hand. George led her towards the lake and they both submerged themselves into the cool water. The water was waist high and provided the perfect remedy for the hot summer weather. They had been in the water no longer than two minutes before Y/N had a load of water splashed at her from George.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, Weasley,” she challenged him, splashing him back. Before too long, they were both absolutely drenched. Water dripped from Y/N’s eyelashes and she wiped her face with her arm. George shook his head quickly in an attempt to get the water from his hair. They stared at eachother for a second before George stepped towards her. He placed a hand on her waist, gently pulling her towards him.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered. Y/N nodded in response and brought her lips up to meet his. George’s lips were soft against her own, and she felt the water from the lake drip from his hair onto her face. He broke away from her smiling and rested his forehead against hers.

“I thought I told you two to behave while I was gone!” Fred shouted from the bank of the lake, having just returned with Lee. George looked over at them and laughed, putting his hands back on Y/N’s waist. He manouvered her so her back was towards Fred and Lee, who were still shouting jokes at them. George kissed her again, flipping Fred and Lee off behind Y/N’s back.

[lottiecrabie]

Cock warming professor! Matty while he's working on some material for his next classes🥰

cockwarming professor matty while he marks papers… (had to include cockwarming, it's the lottiecrabie brand)

Can we have a lil professor Matty smut blurb…

alright alright Fine. i’ll give in for the cockwarming

matty sits at his desk, a collection of colorful highlighters and pens scattered around him. there’s a brown mug ring on one of the papers, the half-finished and growing cold cup moved just a few inches away.

you sit on his lap, snug against his body, head dipped into his neck. your vantage point offers you a peek of the papers he’s grading— striking through incoherent phrases and leaving ??? in his wake. you giggle at some sloppy attempt to explain lowbrow art, matty pinching your hip in answer. telling you to be nice.

he’s buried deep inside of you, cock hard as you drip on him, impossibly still. it doesn’t make you want to be nice at all.

he’d warned before you came over to his flat near campus that he had papers to grade. told you that he would be busy and distracted. explained he wouldn’t be able to give you the attention you wanted until late at night.

but your roommate is being a major bitch, and your vibrator has been broken after some foolhardy adventure in the bath, and matty wore your favorite shirt of his today. unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, knowing damn well the two of you spent last wednesday night scrubbing at his collar to wash away the lipstick stain you left on it, lingering in post-orgasm glow, giggling as he kissed up your neck and bent you over the sink.

the combination was too deadly for you; you came over hot and bothered and a tiny bit bratty, begging for him to lose sight of his upcoming deadlines.

you pushed and pulled and tugged until matty finally snapped, sitting you on his cock and asking you to be quiet.

his work goes on seemingly uninterrupted: he reads the words with miraculous focus, underlining the parts he finds particularly insightful in green, your favorite color. you’d almost believe the act if he didn’t twitch inside of you, breath hitching when your hips grow sore in their positions and you shift above him. his hand digs into your skin then, clenched fingers holding himself back from the filthy things surely spinning in his mind.

his solution works nonetheless. filled so thoroughly with him, you nose his neck, kissing his pulse point, licking off his remaining cologne. most importantly, you stay quiet, a good, obedient thing sitting primly in his lap. matty mentions it a few time, whispering, ‘you’re doing so well, baby. so good for me. are you gonna keep going? gonna continue being my good girl?’ you nod in eager answer.

your cunt flutters every time he sighs, disappointed in a poor answer, the sound resonating sinfully in your head. you try rolling your hips, but he pins you in place, giving you a dark, warning look. it’s enough to make you shiver.

finally, matty gets to your copy, your name screaming on the title page in square times new roman letters. he throws a look your way, smiling. you flush at the attention, hiding in his neck as though your belly doesn’t swoop with excitement.

‘let’s read through, yeah?’ matty says.

he recites your words back to you, using that academic tone of his that has your blood running languidly in your veins. he comments on your grasp of the theory, on your insightful comparisons, on your sharp arguments. he corrects a few typos, counterattacks where he disagrees. he speaks of art to you as he lays so deeply inside of you. the two concepts mesh dizzyingly in your head; it spins with thrill trying to consolidate them.

of course, you can’t control yourself, hips rolling as matty reads your paper, praising you on your good work. it’s slow, barely there at first, until the need gets too overwhelming and you whimper in his neck, snapping up and down his cock. matty indulgently lets you, rubbing at your hip, at your back, encouraging you.

the orgasm you’re building in yourself is quick and grand. you feel it coursing through your limbs, warning its close arrival. your face wrinkles, closing your eyes as you cry out his name.

‘wait,’ matty says, using that authoritative voice that has you clenching around him. ‘i’m not even done with the conclusion yet.’

you shake your head, whining. ‘please, sir.’ you ride him quicker, chasing that finish, silently begging for it.

matty tsks. ‘i thought you wanted to be my good girl.’

‘i am,’ you nod fervently.

‘then wait.’ he pins your hips down, freezing you as he splits you apart. a shocked groan comes out of you. your head falls back, panting through the robbed end.

completely in control of himself, matty goes back to the essay, finishing the law few paragraphs staining the page. you’re restless over him, whining and pleading, practically soaking him every time he dares compliment your work. you try remaining as still as he wants you, but you can’t help the few minute movements.

matty finally finishes his spoken word of your paper. in green, he writes A on the page, circling it. he grins up at you, stroking your cheek. ‘oh, you did great.’ you pout, nodding as he rakes his hands through your hair. ‘okay, baby. you can go ahead now.’

his last word is barely out of your mouth that you rise on your knees, falling down on him with a relieved moan. you’re tired now, your hips sloppy and irregular as you chase back that delicious orgasm.

matty pets your hair, kissing your cheeks. ‘let me help. a pretty girl like you shouldn’t have to do the work.’ he holds you up, snapping his hips inside of you instead. it’s a quick, rough affair, leaving you drooling in his neck, lipstick staining the collar.

‘are you gonna come?’ you nod eagerly. ‘yeah? gonna come for me?’

‘yes, sir.’

he presses on your clit, rubbing at it. ‘do it, then. i wanna hear you.’

with a broken cry, you fall apart, stars shining behind your eyelids. matty continues fucking up into you, leaving you so sensitive you have to stop him to catch your breath. it’s a role reversal you hadn’t expected.

matty coos at you. ‘you’re perfect,’ he says, smacking your lips. you grin lazily at him, pride rolling in your head. ‘let me clean you up.’

you shake your head. ‘take me on your desk first.’

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Orange Blossoms

Paring: Buck x reader

Word count: 6.6k

Notes: Going forward, Buck has consent. Like I just want to make that clear, he do be gettin a lil freaky in dis story but like, he does have consent and they do talk about it. I just did not write that. You know at least for now idk I might write in a lil bit who knows. But just so we’re all on da same page. Reader is just as freaky and adventurous as Buck

Episode 8: Cant Fight the Moonlight

You kick Eddie from his own house. Okay not really but kind of. But Buck can’t exactly come over to your place? Bobby is there…Athena, May, Harry… that’s just like. A recipe for disaster 

So you beg Eddie to trade houses with you for a night, or rather Buck. And he agrees, after demanding you make him your “famous” blueberry muffins Bobby keeps talking about and you bake those first, setting them on the counter to cool as soon as possible 

“So? Are you nervous?” Eddie is leaning against the doorway watching you put on your makeup. You’re sat criss crossed on the sink and leaning into the mirror 

“Incredibly. What if he hates enchiladas? They’re not exactly a date food” 

“No, they’re a delicious, soul-filling food that should be eaten constantly” He walks over and hands you the brush you’re reaching for 

“Yes I made you extra, you can take them with you”

“Yessssss” he fist pumps and you roll your eyes, going back to putting on your makeup 

“He loves enchiladas by the way. And he’s gonna love your dress, which I know you’re also worried about”

You drop your makeup brush and spin around, “Oh god my dress! I forgot to iron it!!” He stops you at the door, turning you back around toward the sink 

“I did it for you, you seemed so frazzled I thought I’d take it off your plate” 

He helps you back up on the sink and you fake sniffle 

“Eddie you’re the bestest friend a girl could ask for” 

You’re busy fixing your hair when the doorbell rings. You squeal and toss the hairspray down 

“I’m not even dressed!!! Is he early?!” 

“About 10 minutes early yeah” Eddie looks at his watch as he pushes off the wall “I’ll go let him in” 

“Don’t let him back here!!” 

Eddie reassures you he’ll entertain Buck before leaving you to scramble and get your dress on. He checks that everything you have set up is ready one last time before he opens the door, Buck is standing there with flowers in his hands

“You good?” Eddie asks as he looks him over, he looks like he’s gonna pass out 

“Oh thank god you answered the door. Please I don’t know how to tie my tie and I figured I could get here early and ask you” 

Buck pulls him out of the house and to the side and Eddie stumbles after him 

“Okay, okay! I’ll help!” He takes the tie from Buck’s hand and starts to adjust it around his neck 

“You’re wearing a tie?” 

“Is it too much?? It’s too much isn’t it??” 

Eddie chokes him a little and he yelps “Hey!!”

“Thought it would distract you. You look great okay? The tie shows that you’re taking this seriously and you wanna look your best”

He finishes tying it up and tightens it around his neck 

“Not to mention she can pull it to lead you somewhere” He winks and Buck blushes deeply as he smoothes out his clothes. 

“Do I look okay?” He steps back, holding out his arms as he does a little spin and Eddie steps back too, looking at him 

“Will you take my advice if I give it to you??” 

“Definitely” 

Eddie steps forward now takes the back tie off and stuffs it in his own pocket. He unbuttons four of the buttons on Buck’s shirt and helps him roll the sleeves up. He tousles his hair a bit and straightens out his shirt once more 

“Perfect” 

“I feel slutty” He motions to the four buttons and Eddie nods 

“Good! You look slutty!!” Eddie sets his hands on his hips “You know, in a good way!” 

“You promise??” 

“I promise, that belt is working for your waist” 

Buck squeaks and shakes his hips excitedly “I know!! God, I was so proud in the mirror bro, bro, bro look how snatched I look!” 

“You do look pretty snatched” 

Eddie spins around and Buck blushes 

“Hey beautiful” 

“Hi” you giggle and step out of the house and he looks you up and down, sighing dreamily. Your dress is practically painted onto your body, it has a square neck and short sleeves 

“How do I look?” You do a little spin and then twist your ankle, too, showing off your booties 

“Y-you look stunning” he melts into Eddie as he stares at you and you blush, before reaching your hand out for him. He steps away from Eddie, taking your hand and kissing softly down your arm making you giggle 

“Hey! That tickles!” he hums happily and pulls you into him, kissing you senseless 

“You are soooo hot, especially with that choker,” he says, squeezing you tightly and you blush

“Why thank you, would you like to come in?” 

He gives you the biggest shit-eating grin and you punch him in the chest. Eddie holds his chest as he laughs and you roll your eyes 

“You guys are so childish!!” 

You stomp back into the house and Buck and Eddie follow after you

“You know we’re supposed to be eating dinner,” You say as Buck’s hands slide down your sides and he kisses your neck

You’d taken the flowers from Buck and set them in a vase as Eddie got ready to leave. He whispered something to Buck and then came over and kissed your head, saying goodbye to both of you and he promised not to trash the loft. 

Buck followed you into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around your waist and asking if there was anything he could do to help 

“You can sprinkle the cheese over the enchiladas and put them in, they’ve just gotta warm up and then we can eat”

“Sounds good to me” He kissed your cheek before doing what you told him to and popping them in the oven. 

“So we’ve got about 15 minutes to kill what do you wan-“

You’re cut off by Buck cupping your face and pressing his lips to yours, he’s careful with your makeup, definitely enjoying all the extra hoops you went through for him 

“This okay?” He asks as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back eagerly 

“Set a timer so the food doesn’t burn,” you say against his lips and he blindly reaches for his phone in his pocket while you keep kissing him. He chuckles and pulls away a little to look at the screen and you press your lips to his neck, over and over leaving your lipstick on him. He groans softly and stumbles backward, pulling you into the living room with him. 

He falls down onto the couch, reaching out for you and you hike up your dress a bit and climb into his lap. He sighs contentedly and goes right back to kissing you. His hands roam your body, feeling over your soft hips and holding your ass in his hands 

“You’re so perfect” he mumbles and you smirk, pulling away for a second to look at him. He looks absolutely blissed out, he’s got glittery kiss marks all over his neck and his lips are stained red. His eyes are softly lidded, he’s definitely drunk on you.

“You wanna take it up a notch?” He winks and pulls you down onto the couch, he lays on you, pressing his body down on you and you blush, tangling your fingers back in his hair

“You know we’re supposed to be eating dinner,” You say as Buck’s hands slide down your sides and he kisses your neck

“Alarm hasn’t gone off yet, I’ve still got time” 

You feel his hand slide over the soft inside of your thighs as he kisses you, wrapping his tongue around yours and dominating you immediately. His hand slides further and further until his fingers brush gently against your panties. 

“Wanna see how fast I can make you cum?” 

Your mouth drops open and you slap his shoulder

“Buck!!” 

“Sooo… Is that a no?” He looks at you confused and you let your head fall back on the pillows 

“…How much time is left on the timer?” 

He fumbles for his phone on the coffee table and picks it up 

“Uhhh Eight minutes and 36 seconds” 

“Go crazy” 

Seven minutes and 56 seconds later you’re a panting mess on the couch whilst Buck proudly licks his fingers clean. He’s grinning from ear to ear as he watches you come back down to earth 

“Need help walking to the bathroom?” 

“I think I’ll manage” 

You stumble into the dining room 10 minutes later and Buck is sitting at the table with his hands clasped in front of him 

“Hey! I was supposed to set this up!”

Everything is laid out nicely and he even lit the two candles you’d brought out 

“I know, I’m sorry. I just wanted to help” He stands up, guides you over to your chair, and pulls it out for you

“I promise I haven’t tasted anything!! Even if I really really wanted to” 

He pushes you in and sits back in his own chair, folding his hands in his lap

“You can totally serve it though if you want to” 

“Are you sure you don’t want to!” You tease and he shrugs

“Of course I want to. But I’ll let you do it” 

He’s wriggling in his seat as he tries to just stay still and you raise a brow at him, before leaning over and grabbing his plate to serve him. He takes it eagerly from you and sets it down, putting his hands back in his lap 

“Alright, what gives?” You ask as you serve your own plate and set it down in front of you 

“What do you mean?” 

“You look like you’re about to skyrocket out of your seat. What’s going on?”

“You’re gonna think it’s stupid” He smiles sheepishly and you put your hand over his in his lap 

“Buck, unless you’re literally purposely being stupid I don’t think anything you do or feel is stupid okay? Trust me.”

“I do” he takes your hand and kisses your knuckles softly before taking a deep breath 

“I just… well I kinda didn’t eat today because I thought I was gonna throw up I was so nervous about having dinner with you and then I didn’t wanna eat anything because I wanted to be able to eat your food you know and then I was like oh god what if it sucks what if I have to lie so I kinda called Athena? And uh… I asked her if your cooking sucked and she said you were one of the best cooks she’s ever known and that I was lucky and then I took them out of the oven for you and oh god everything smells so good and I’m really just trying to control myself right now from devouring everything in sight” 

You blink slowly, taking in everything he said. It was all just one big, fast, sentence really. You turn back to the enchiladas pan and serve him three more on top of the four you gave him and he rubs his hands together excitedly 

“That good for now?” You smirk and he nods excitedly 

“Very, thank you. Can I please eat now?” 

You giggle and grab your fork “Knock yourself out” 

Buck eats like he hasn’t eaten in weeks, which is how you’ve recently learned, all firefighters eat. Especially one who hasn’t eaten all day. Eddie had advised you to make more than you normally would for two, maybe for four to six and he was right 

“So?” You ask as Buck starts on his third plate and he looks at you

“I literally never want to eat anything else for as long as I live” 

Buck is mostly quiet during dinner and it just cracks you up, after dinner he lazily helps you bring everything into the kitchen and starts to do the dishes as you put the food away 

“Hey I can do those” you pout and he scoffs

“Yeah no, you made this amazing food the least I can do is clean up for you” 

“But you’re a guest” you whine and tug at his shirt and he laughs 

“So are you, this is Eddie’s house” 

“So what I’m hearing is, we should be making Eddie do this” 

“Exactly! What a terrible host, making us do his dishes” Buck rinses the plate in his hands and you swipe it from him, taking the towel from his shoulder and drying it off 

“Really we should be leaving this whole mess for him” you agree and Buck chuckles, he turns to you and grabs your hips, lifting you onto the counter next to him and kissing your cheek 

“I guess we can help him out this one time” 

You blush and look at him as he washes out your glass pan for you 

“Yeah… I suppose so” 

Who knew watching Buck do dishes would be so sexy… maybe it’s the way his arms flex when he turns things over, or maybe how big his hands are compared to the things he’s washing… you’re not really sure. But whatever it is, it sure is causing you to squirm 

“Do you have to go pee? Are you too tiny to get down from the counter?” Buck asks after he hands you another fork and your attention snaps back up to his eyes and not the way his hand goes in and out of the cup 

“What do you mean?” You ask and he rinses the cup 

“Well, you were drying that spoon for about three minutes. And you keep squeezing your thighs together. Do you need help with something?” 

Hell yes 

“Oh no!! No sorry I just kinda zoned out I guess” Your voice is a little high-pitched as you laugh it off and he narrows his eyes 

“Okay, yeah… sure” Oh he doesn’t believe you for a second 

He hands you the last cup and takes the second towel from the oven, drying his hands before he steps away from the sink 

“Well shit” 

The front of his shirt has a large wet patch on it and you giggle 

“Were you washing the dishes or yourself?” 

“Oh Hardy har har” He pokes your nose and you scrunch it up “I suppose I’ll just have to take it off”

“You’re gonna wha-“

Buck unbuttons the rest of his shirt and takes it off, shaking it out a little and hanging it from one of the cabinet doors. Your mouth falls open slowly at his back muscles, he turns back toward you and smiles 

“Like what you see bunny?” 

You turn on your heel, drop your towel onto the counter, and walk away 

“Nope! Don’t you dare bunny me right now” 

“Oh come on!! It was just a question!” 

You’re sitting across the couch from Buck with one leg crossed over the other watching a movie. He’d been giggly and teasing the entire time and you did your best to ignore him. 

“You know I’m gettin' kinda cold over here… all alone…” he pouts and you grab the throw blanket from the back of the couch and throw it at him 

He yelps and catches it with his face and you giggle a little. He balls it up and tosses it into the chair next to him 

“Awwww come on baby, please? I want cuddles” He’s pouting and sniffling as he crawls across the couch to you

“Back off” 

He keeps crawling over to you and you put your foot up on his chest to block him 

“Quit it!!” 

“No, I need you” He whimpers and your eyes widen “I need you so badly I’m so lonely baby” 

“You sound like the biggest fuck boy in the world” You toss your head back laughing and he moves your foot from his chest, putting your leg over his shoulder 

“Oh come on! I sound adorable!” 

“Do not!!! Try harder!!” You put your other foot up and he grins 

“You’ve got a thing for that huh?” 

“For what?” You ask, your cheeks blushing as he takes your other leg and puts it over his shoulder too

“When I cry for you… you like that don’t you?” 

You swallow thickly and look at him as he lays flat on the couch, he inches your dress up your thighs and you blink slowly 

“You like it when I beg for you… when I let you take charge…” 

You sit up fast and he pulls away, looking at you

“Do you like it?” You blurt out nervously and he smiles 

“Of course I do… if I didn’t I wouldn’t do it. Besides it’s nice, I always feel like I have to be on you know? Like I need to take care of everyone… it’s nice to just relax with you sometimes and you know… be taken care of” 

“What else do you like?” You ask and scoot forward now and his cheeks flush 

“I- I mean-“

“We don’t have to get crazy in-depth… that’ll come with time… but okay just tell me one thing you like” 

He thinks for a moment, flopping back on the couch and sighing 

“Somethingggg… that I like…” 

You climb into his lap and look down at him and he puts his hands on your hips 

“I like you” He blushes and you giggle “And I guess I like the way your pussy sucks my fingers in, makes me wanna stuff you full of my cock and see how much you can take… I know you definitely gave me a size kink baby doll”

Your cheeks flush deeply and he reaches up, rubbing your warm cheek with the back of his finger

“Wanna watch you ride me some time too, see if you can even fully sit on me”

“Is that a challenge?” You ask, tilting your head and he smirks 

“Maybe… tell me this… we kind of mess around constantly… Are you okay with that? I don’t want to seem shallow, you know? But I do have a very healthy sexual appetite and I just want to make sure we’re on the same page” 

“You wanna know if I match your freak huh?” You wriggle your eyebrows and he snickers, swatting your thigh 

“I like messing around just as much as you do,” you tell him while crawling forward on your hands and tilting your hips. He moans softly and slides his hands over your ass 

“Did you finish earlier?” You ask sweetly and he shakes his head 

“Oh no baby that was all about you”

“Well maybe it’s time for something to be all about you instead”

Buck holds your hands as you grind on him, your clit rubbing up and down his cock. He’d all but ripped off your panties and tossed them aside before messily shoving his pants down his hips. He was in way too much of a hurry after you slowly undid his belt, he could watch you do that over and over again. 

“What’s your favorite color?” He pants as you roll your hips

“W-what?” 

“What’s your favorite color” He’s mesmerized by the way your dress manages to keep the girls where they belong but he doesn’t think it’s going to last 

“Pink. What’s yours?” 

“Red… or maybe blue!! Aquamarine? I don’t know” 

He thrusts his hips up and you gasp loudly, he grins and does it again and you glare at him 

“Your turn”

“Fuck” you moan and his eyes roll back as he feels how wet you’re getting “Okay um… u-um… oh god- what’s a bad habit you have?” 

“Jesus-“ He can feel you teasing him with your entrance, just poking a bit and he has to fight to control himself and not flip you over and fuck you through the couch 

“U-uh, uhhh I’m kinda messy I guess? Fuck if I know I can barely think” he sits up quickly, knocking you backward and opening your legs up for him 

“If you were an ice cream flavor what would you be?” He grinds against you harder, his hips thrusting faster than your teasing pace and you brace your hand on his chest, you did say this was about him after all… 

“Ah! Oh god, Buck p-please please p-“

He covers your mouth for a minute and stops for a second, smacking your clit with his heavy cock and running it between your folds, giving you both a very much-needed minute to cool down. He teases your entrance, he can feel the way you’re clenching around nothing and he's dreaming of how it would feel if you were clenching around him

“Don’t you dare finish that damn sentence. Just answer the question” 

“Strawberry”

“That is so you” 

“Just the tip? You ask sweetly, your voice is so hot and needy

“If you think for one fucking second I’m going to be able to stop at just the tip” 

“Can you just try??” You huff as you prop yourself up on your elbows and he blinks rapidly at you 

“Miss Nash! Are you trying to compromise my virtue?!” 

You toss your head back laughing and he takes the opportunity to just slide the tip in 

“Oh…my-“ he watches you as he goes a bit further, with a level of control he had no idea he even had… but it’s worth it watching you take every inch he’s giving you, and it’s not very many

He stops and you immediately whine “P-please-“

“Nope, you said just the tip and I’ve already given you a little more than that” He’s barely keeping control of himself at this point, he eases himself back out and right back in 

“Ohhh… this is dangerous” he chuckles and you giggle with him, opening your legs more 

“Sooo so dangerous” you moan softly and he thrusts into you, it’s still just that little bit, but it’s enough right now for both of you, Buck however isn't sure if it'll continue to be enough in the future.

So much for that minute to cool down. 

“It’s your turn” 

“How big are you?” You purr and he smirks, rolling over your clit with his thumb as he just barely fucks you 

“Nine? Inches. I’m not sure” 

Your mouth drops open and he’s grinning like a madman

“I promise I’ll be gentle when we go all the way” 

His thrusts are short and quick and they’re driving you insane, you just want him inside you already. You go to wrap your legs around his hips and he stops you, pushing your knees up to your chest and pinning them in place. He pulls out and you whine, trying to reach for him and he pushes your hands away 

“Do you actually want our first time to be on Eddie’s couch? Because I’ll fuckin’ do it, don’t test me” he keeps your legs up and bends forward, dragging his tongue flat over your clit and you cry out, arching your back into his mouth. He moans around your clit as he makes out with your dripping pussy smothering himself and rubbing his nose against your clit 

“Where the hell did you learn to do this so well,” you say breathlessly, rubbing your hands in his hair and pushing his head down more he looks up at you, dipping his tongue inside you and groaning softly as he fucks you with his tongue. You watch him with wide eyes, as he stares into yours, writing nasty words with his tongue and sucking on your clit. His eyes roll back at the same time as yours and he chuckles when you squirm against him

He slides his fingers inside you, forgetting this was supposed to be about him, how could he think about himself when he’s got you laid out for him, legs spread, back arched. 

“Oh my god!” 

You finish on his tongue, again. This time accidentally squirting, he fucks you hard with his fingers, they plunge in and out of you quickly as he makes you cum twice in a row. If this was truly about him, he’d make you do it over and over until your body gave out and he got to fuck you while you lay there overstimulated and incoherent

That’s the dream 

But for now, he’ll take you like this, a babbling mess, that’s reaching for his cock to make him cum all over your pussy

Buck puts on Sleeping Beauty, your favorite Princess movie and lets you curl up into his lap, he strokes your hair softly, enjoying the way it feels under his palm, the soft curls make him think of other things that are soft

Patience was never one of his strong suits, but he would be for you. Just this once.

He watches you as you watch the movie, your eyes growing heavy, your body snuggling down into his.

“Such a pretty little thing”

He whispers softly, enjoying the way your cheeks turn pink as you roll your eyes at him

“Thank you”

“Know what’s even prettier?” He trails his fingers along your arm and you look up at him, smiling sleepily

“Hm?”

“Your pussy”

“Evan Buckley!!”

His arm comes around your waist properly now and he pulls you into his lap. He puts his feet up on the coffee table and spreads your legs over his

“Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen” he lifts the tshirt he put you in when you passed out and starts working your clit, massaging lazily, enjoying your soft little mewls as your ass grinds down onto his cock

“Next time I’m off baby girl, I’ll show you the meaning of stamina”

Eddie comes home after neither of you answer your phones, and he wasn’t worried at first but now he is a bit because he called a lot. 

He unlocks the door and peeks his head inside, the lights are off, and everything is clean… 

Oh god 

He walks slowly back to his bedroom, listening for any sort of movement from his bed. He cracks the door open and sticks his head inside with one eye closed. You’re curled up in a little ball next to Buck and you’re both passed out. You’re in one of Eddie’s T-shirts and Buck is in his basketball shorts 

Eddie approaches the bed, peeking into his trash can to see if there’s a condom or not and Buck stirs 

“Eddie? That you?” He mumbles sleepily and Eddie sets his keys down and takes his wallet from his pants 

“Yeah it’s me… what are you guys doing?” He asks hesitantly and Buck giggles before scooting over and pulling you closer to him, you sigh deeply, nuzzling your head into his chest and continuing snoring softly 

“It’s not what you think, she uh… fell asleep watching the movie and I put her in bed… got her all changed and everything. I texted Bobby from her phone to say she was sleeping over with both of us. Besides we did that on your couch”

“What did he say??” Eddie gags as he takes off his pants and shirt and tosses them to the chair in the corner of his room before crawling under the covers. He’s gonna have to burn his couch or bleach it. 

“I told him you gave her the guest room and that you and I were staying in here, even promised to lock the door” 

“That explains the very threatening text I received” he chuckles, resting his hands behind his head 

“You have a nice night?” 

“It was perfect Eddie. It really was… She’s just so beautiful, and so kind and interesting”

“Interesting huh?” Eddie climbs into bed, pulling the covers over himself and putting his hands behind his head

“Yeah! I made up this great game where…well okay it was just an easier way to get to know her let’s put it like that!”

Eddie makes a face and Buck grins widely at him, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively

“Why do I feel like this game is the reason I need to burn my couch”

“I have no idea what you mean”

Buck fawns all over you after that, excitedly telling Eddie every last detail, to the point he falls asleep telling him. Eddie smiles, tucking you both in and watching you snuggle deeper into Buck 

He’d never seen Buck so… content before. He’d been head over heels for girls before, but never like this… maybe he really was in love with you. 

You decide to stay with them for some of today too, much to Bobby’s dismay but you assure him it’s just you three being stupid and hanging out. You’ve really become the three musketeers since you came here 

He still doesn’t like how much you hang out with them

Athena listens to his daily breakfast rants about how he loves those boys more than anything and he loves you even more than that but he’s just got this weird feeling in his gut that something is going on 

“You should really go to lunch with Bobby,” Eddie says as he sets up the karaoke machine, you’re cuddled in Buck’s lap playing on his phone 

“I know…I’ll text him later to see if he wants to” 

Buck takes his phone from you and you whine, reaching for it 

“No. Text him now” 

You pout, making your eyes as sweet and wide as you can and he crumbles, handing you back his phone 

“You are soooo easy” Eddie snatches the phone from your hands and hands you yours 

“Text him” 

“Hey!” Buck watches you text Bobby and shakes your shoulders 

“How come you listen to him!!” 

“Because I can’t kiss him into letting me have my way” 

“Gotta learn to say no buddy” Eddie hands him the mic and he sets you aside on the couch 

“Your moms gotta learn to say no”

“What” 

He scrolls through the songs on his phone before picking one. He turns around to face the wall and Eddie rolls his eyes 

“Alright we’re going to lunch and I’m spending the afternoon with him!” You lock your phone and toss it aside 

“Where are you guys going?” 

“Olive Garden” 

“Bring us breadsticks,” Buck says as he hits play. 

Buck is the most dramatic man you’ve ever met in your life. He does a whole weird ballet jump as he spins around and starts singing 

“What did you do??” Eddie asks you as Buck sings into the microphone 

“I didn’t do shit” You laugh as he sings “That Should Be Me” by Justin Bieber. He’s giving it his all. This is karaoke, he doesn’t play okay. 

“Are you sure??” Eddie asks again and you cover your mouth trying to keep from laughing more as you fall into him, your body shaking. Buck is on his knees now, crawling to you and you wheeze, as he puts his hand on Eddie’s face and shoves him away. He goes rolling over and you fall back on the couch trying to breathe but nothing is coming out 

Buck finishes his song by laying out flat on the floor and scream-singing and you and Eddie lose it, there’s no damn reason for him to be like this but he just is and you both love him for it 

“So anyway it’s your turn,” Buck says, handing you the mic and you snatch it from his hands 

“Oh? I’m just supposed to go next after that??” 

“Well if you don’t think you can beat me…” he taunts you and you smirk wickedly 

“Oh it’s on, Buckley” 

You scroll through your phone for a minute before staring right at him and he raises an eyebrow. You queue up the song and stand in front of them, putting your hands on your hips. 

Peacock by Katy Perry does not start subtly. 

As soon as you point at Buck and start singing, his face immediately flushes a deep red and you grin evilly. Eddie’s mouth drops open and Buck slaps at him when he starts laughing

You shake your hips doing a little dance to the song and Buck hides his face in his hands 

“Jesus Christ Y/N” he laughs, as he blushes and you dig through the box, grabbing the second mic and tossing it to Eddie 

“No!! No, absolutely not!” Buck tries to yank it from him but he shoves him off, getting up and taking your hand and spinning you around. You and Eddie dance in sync, shaking your hips and doing little shimmies and Buck rolls over onto the couch, screaming into the pillow and curling into a ball  

“You got the finest architecture” Eddie sings and you wheeze into the mic as you try to keep singing 

“End of the rainbow-looking treasure” You fall to your knees and Eddie yanks the pillow from under Buck 

“Such a sight to see” 

You crawl over to Buck and climb onto him, sitting on his back 

“And it’s all for me”

You and Eddie finish the song together and Buck lies dead on the couch as you and Eddie laugh at him 

“I’m never doing karaoke again!!” His voice comes out muffled as he tries to smother himself in the couch cushion and you wiggle on him 

“Oh come on!! At least the song is true!!” 

“Oh my god” Eddie snorts and Buck groans louder 

“Y/N!!!” 

“Oh come on! It is!!! I nearly passed out the first time you-“

Buck knocks you off of him and you crumple to the floor, he drags himself off the couch and covers your mouth as fast as he possibly can. Eddie’s mouth drops open and he stares at Buck 

“Bro! Bro?!?!!!” He gestures and Buck shakes his head 

“It’s not what you think!!!” 

“You fucked Bobby’s niece?!” 

“Hey!!! You know your rule!! It's, you know, not really sex if you don’t put it in!!!” 

You lick Buck’s hand and he yanks it away 

“Ew!!!”

“Does just the tip count in that rule?” You ask Eddie and you don’t think his mouth could open any wider but it does. He slaps his hands on the side of his face and spins in a ridiculous circle making weird robot noises 

“I can’t even comprehend what the fuck you just asked me!!!” 

“Good! Let’s drop it!!” Buck says quickly and Eddie points two fingers at him 

“You didn’t tell me you put the fucking tip in!!! Did you!??-” He makes a weird jacking-off motion and you fall backward crying with laughter 

“I mean?!!!” 

Everyone is yelling at this point, he’s so sure his neighbors can hear it 

“You what?!?!!!” Eddie screams and Buck gets off the floor, tugging on his hair 

“I just kinda?!?!!! I- okay!! Okay!! It was just the tip and it wasn’t even that much okay like I just you know thrust in her a few times, teased her, and then pulled out!!”

“You came in me though, remember? When I was jacking you off-“

“This is so fucking graphic” Eddie mumbles 

“I put the tip back inside!! You called me your-“

“Don’t!!”

“Cream pie slut!” 

Eddie just full-on screams at that, he pretends to faint on the couch and Buck goes running back to Eddie’s bedroom and locks himself in 

“He called you his what?!” Eddie can’t even yell anymore; he's sure he’s broken his throat at this point. He rolls off the couch and right onto you, smooshing you against the floor 

“Ow!! Hey!! Get your phat butt off of me!!” 

“P-h-a-t or F-a-t” Eddie asks 

“P-H” Bucks yells through the bedroom door and Eddie rolls off of you, snorting and giggling 

Buck and Eddie drop you back off at Athena’s around one. You hug them both tightly, nuzzling into Buck a little more, and kiss their cheeks 

“I’ll see you guys later!” You hop out of the car and they both wave 

“Bye baby” Buck pouts and you pout back 

Eddie gets out and takes the front seat, ruffling your hair before he gets in “Go on before you idiots get caught. Bye sweet pea”

“Hey, honey!” Bobby is at the kitchen table with Harry as you walk in, you come down and kiss the top of his head and slap your hand on Harry’s head. He shoves your hand away and you snort 

“Hi Bobby, Harry” you bat your eyelashes “My bestest friend in the entire world” 

“Do you bother your boyfriend this much” he rolls his eyes and you freeze up, Bobby laughs and you back up a bit behind him and go digging in your mini backpack 

“She doesn’t have a boyfriend” Bobby smiles and pats his arm and Harry looks at you confused, you pull out $50 from your wallet and zip your lips 

“Oh… yeah I just wanted someone to remind her she’s forever alone,” He says quickly and Bobby laughs loudly 

“That’s not nice!” 

“You didn’t have to laugh that hard!” You slap his arm “I’m gonna go change and then we can go… Harry, I have that uh… deodorant you asked me to pick up. You wanna put it in your room? I don’t wanna go in there…” 

He gets up and you two race up to May’s bedroom. You slam the door shut and May shrieks. You shove the $50 in his hand and point a finger at him 

“Alright, start talking. How the heck did you know?!”

“How did he know what??” May asks as she shuts her notebook 

“Is it Buck or Eddie?” Harry crosses his arms over his chest “I’m like 90% sure it’s Buck” 

You groan loudly and flop down onto your bed 

“I knew it was him!!!” 

“How?!” You and May shout and then shush each other 

“I overheard Mom on the phone talking to Maddie, she asked if she’d seen much of Buck lately and she said no because he was spending all his time with some girl”

Your mouth drops open “Maddie doesn’t know?!” 

“I guess not, mom didn’t say anything”

“So how did you know??” May asks 

“I saw him sneaking out of our house one night” 

“You have him in here when I’m asleep?!” May launches her pencil at you and you put your pillow in the way 

“It doesn’t happen often!!! Most times we just go hide out in the bathroom! He can’t exactly spend the night”

“So you are dating Buck?” Harry asks and you try to suffocate yourself with your pillow 

“Sort of?? He’s… not my boyfriend. We’re waiting to make it official”

“And you haven’t told Bobby because??” 

“Because he would murder Buck and burn the body,” May says and you roll over, kicking your legs 

“Please, please, please. Don’t tell on us, okay? We’ll let him know when the time is right. But right now we’re still trying to become an us” 

“What do I get out of this,” He asks and you look at him 

“Your life?” 

“200 bucks”

“That’s highway robbery!!” You lunge at him and he dodges 

“It’s that or I tell him right now!!! Oh, Bobby!!!” He shouts and you run to your bag, grabbing another $50 

“You little-“ you mumble and put it in his hands, May sighs and grabs her money jar, pulling out two more $50s 

“You don’t-“ 

“If you think for one second he isn’t going to start blackmailing me too” 

“Ladies, I know absolutely nothing about anything” He does a little bow and you and May both throw him out 

“Hey? Everything okay?” Bobby peeks around the corner and all three of you stare at him 

“We’re good!!” You say and May and Harry nod along 

“Okay…. Sure…” Oh, he’s not buying it at all but he lets it go. “Hurry up and get changed sweetheart and we’ll go!” 

“Okay, Uncle Bobby!” You run back into the room and rummage through your half of the closet 

“Harry won’t say anything,” May says as she leans against the wall next to the closet 

“You think so?” You wriggle into a pair of high-waisted shorts, jumping to get into them and she laughs at you 

“Yes I think so, he may be a brat sometimes… but I trust him” You pull on a cute pink cropped tank top and change into your white sneakers 

“Alright, do I look cute enough to not be hiding a boyfriend??” You do a little spin and she giggles 

“You look adorable! Anddd you know who else would think that?” You tie your hair back with a white bow and May snaps a picture of you applying your lipgloss. You roll your eyes at her 

“Don’t you dare se-“ you look down at your phone as it starts ringing. 

“Hi Buck, Hi Eddie” 

Buck is driving as Eddie holds up the phone for them 

“Which Olive Garden are you going to?” Buck asks, looking over at you for a second, his cheeks flush and you smile 

“I’m not sure, whichever Bobby goes to I guess? I don’t exactly crazy know the area…” 

“It’s the one he always goes to, Buck,” May says and your mouth drops open at her betrayal 

“Stay just like that baby I’ll meet you there” he winks and Eddie starts hitting him as he laughs his ass off 

“Goodbye, dumbass!!” You say in a singsong voice as you hang up 

“What is he about to do” you sigh and May shrugs 

“No idea! But it’s probably going to get him in trouble” 

P.S Imma edit this later Imma be so real its been a long week lmaoooo

[eddiemunsons-missingnipple]

rockstar!eddie taking you to an award show and fucking you with the sex you he bought you because he got jealous other men were flirting with you infront of him. You don't get his dick tonight

Warnings: sex toys, mean eddie, jealous eddie. Mocking, a lil face slapping. Edging.

A/n: short little blurb

18+ no minors, please.

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Currently, you were laid across Eddie's king-sized bed in his hotel room. White cotton sheets scratching against your sensitive skin. Your whole body felt like it was on fire. Your hands in your hair fisting it as your husband was slowly dragging the thick piece of silicone between your wet folds. His shirt unbuttoned to expose his tattooed chest. The bow tie that once sat nice on his collar, now undone and hanging across his neck. His sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing his tattooed arms.

Eddie had taken you to a very special award show tonight. One where Corroded Coffin would not only be performing but possibly receiving an award. You hung on his arm all night drapped in a sulk designer dress. He only left your side for a few minutes, and when he came back, he saw you crowded by a few men. They all were looking at you the way he did. He knew what they were thinking and knew you were enjoying the attention at little too much. Before you knew it, he was gently dragging you out of there and back to his hotel room.

"Since you seem to love attention from other men so much you don't get my cock tonight."

Now you're laid out on his bed, skin sticky with sweat as he's been edging you for many, many hours. You begged and pleaded, tears streaming down your face. Your makeup ruined and hair a mess. You grab his wrist as he's dragging the toy across your clit. Only putting enough pressure on it to make you squirm but not enough to make you cum.

"Please, Eddie." You whined out.

"Please, Eddie." He mocked as you writhed beneath him. He dips the toy at your entrance, pushing it slightly to open you up and then pulling it back out. Throwing your head back fat tears begin to pour down your face more. "Go on and cry all you want you deserve this."

He sinks the toy in your dripping wet cunt inch by inch. His hand and wrist coated in your juices along with the toy. He's been doing this all night, and now it's well into the early hours of the morning. You just want to cum and go to sleep. Eddie on the other hand is just getting started with you. He takes slight pity on you and begins pumping the toy in and out of you. You claw at his wrist again as he presses his other hand down on your pelvis.

"A-Ah!...fuuuck."

"Feel good, doesn't it?" He asked, not really looking for an answer.

"Even with this fake cock I can still fuck you better than they ever could, yeah?" He asks but you don't respond. Your too fucked out to even form a coherent thought much less a response. Eddie takes the opportunity and slightly slaps your face snapping you back to reality. "Answer me sweetheart." His face hard. He presses down on your belly, and you let out a moan that was more animalistic. He keeps pumping the toy in out of your cunt. Pulling it out and slamming it back in, making your tits bounce. Your juice, creamy and coating the silicone, splashing a little bit on your husband's hand.

"N-no they can't, no one can. Fuuuck, please don't stop." Each pump of toy now makes the loudest squelching noises. Your husband's favorite sound. You wish he wasn't so mad so he could enjoy it a little more. You reach out to touch his cock in his tailored pants, but he slaps it away. He really was mad this time. You can not help but want to cry more. Your lip wobbles, and he takes notice. He bends down by your ear and whispers in your ear. "You're still my good girl." He leans up and goes back to his assault on your aching cunt. He takes the toy out and examines how messy you've made it. He smiles to himself for a moment. He rubs in between your folds and against your clit again before sinking back inside you. He starts pumping it in and out at a bruising pace. "Please can I cum?" He smirked when he heard you beg him.

"Yeah, of course you can. I don't know why you haven't already."

Throwing your head back, squeezing your eyes shut. You feel your release creeping up on you. Eddie is still slamming the thick piece of silicone in and out of you. Your legs are going numb. The grib you have on his arm will sure leave small little bruises tomorrow. You're twisting and turning your body every which way. "You're so squirmy tonight." Your husband commented cheerfully. You try to respond, but all that came out of your mouth was a moan that somewhat resembled his name. The closer you got, the louder and needier you sounded. He moved his hand to rub your clit and your body went paused for a moment. Your mouth forming an o shape as Eddie rubs your neglected bud. You breathe out a "thank you," bringing your knees up to your chest. He starts rubbing faster as the toys is still working inside of you.

Aghh! AAAH! Yes!...yes! Oh,Eddie! You chant.

Aghh! AAAH! Yes!...yes! Oh, Eddie! Your husband mocked you once again.

You don't care at this point as that tightness in core builds and builds. Until your eyes are rolling to the back of your head while your body goes stiff. Your orgasm coarses through you and your breathing stopped for a moment. Eddie is still pumping the toy as your walls clenched and pulsed around it. His fingers are still working on your aching bud as you ride out your climax. You go limp as he carefully removes the toy from inside you.

"You okay, baby?"

"Hmm?" Was all you could say in response.

Eddie picked you up and carried your exhausted body to the bathroom and got you cleaned up and ready for bed. He was still painfully hard. He wasn't done with you yet right now. You need him to care for you before he gets to be taken care of.

[blkkizzat]

Hiii bae <333 idk if u got my last ask or if ur still replying to it bc ik it was long (my bad 😭) but take ur time anyways lolol

Anyways i js wanted to come and say that im so excited for everything you have coming up!!! Especially my baby nanami heheh. I don't smoke bc health complications but i do want him to take care of me and tease me about my baby lungs lmfao! A girl can dream 😌 also why is imagining him smoking so hot? Like him after work, expensive watch on his thick ass wrist, shirt a lil unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up and just like hsjsks a big cloud of smoke and him gazing at u thru it aahhhhh!!!! He's overworked, he just needs a smoke and some pussy to unwind 🥺

Hope ur doing well boo 😚

🍒 anon

Hey 🍒 bbs! I was wondering where you went. no i dont think i got your last one? what was it about? you can check your tag on this post and it should take you to all the other posts of yours i answered. theres only two anons i havent answered yet (cause its longer ask around me telling stories haha) but they didnt have your tag on them. lmk what u wrote if you dont see it!

but nooo make them as long as you like! i love hearing y'alls thoughts!

Omg nanami in a suit unbuttoned, cufflinks off, sleeves rolled smoking a joint is everything. It's giving underworld crime lord fijwrklfhawfhafh.

LOL no but the nanami 420 fic basically is like that. He started smoking to take the edge off of some particularly nasty battles or times where there were alot of innocent casualties. But since you've both started dating he hasn't smoked cause ur his stress relief 😩💦💦

i also decided its slight age gap (not much like 22 and 28)but you're a new graduate sorcerer ready for field work and he was initially your senpai rfhjerufhwefjhe.

but besides sunday scurries not wanting to go to work tomorrow im good! hope you had a good weekend and are well too pookie bears!

[snowhashiraamiya]

PROFESSOR AU: He's protective over his flame.

TW: light abuse, hospital, tears, angst

(Art is not mine)

He never left your side, not even to get food or drinks, he just grabbed a chair and took his seat at your side. Giyū and Tengen came quickly after Mitsuri called them, even Obanai joined and he wanted to kill your abuser but Tengen talked it down.

He’s still wearing the same clothes he picked to take you out on a date, his tie is resting on your nightstand. Giyū insisted on him going home or at least taking a short walk outside but he refused more than once, he even grabbed Tengen’s shirt pushing him to a wall if he kept insisting. Giyū calmed his fervor and convince him to eat in your room, bringing him a bento.

It’s early morning now, he’s still in the chair next to your bed, he gave in and fell asleep. His face resting on his arms, his black sleeves still rolled up. His elegant shirt is wrinkled and unbuttoned a bit on his chest. His hair are spread out on your bed and over your hand that he’s delicately keeping in his own.

He snores lightly, and he snorts in his sleep as he feels your hand slipping away from his light gentle grip.

He wake up feeling your hand moving on his had, tangling his blond hair in your fingers and massaging his scalp.

He smiles softly in his sleep before realizing. He instantly straightens his back, lifting his head. His eyes shoot open and he looks at you worried.

SUNFLOWER!”

He literally shouts and he probably awakes half of the hospital, he realizes he just used a too loud voice and whispers again

“Sunflower?”

He looks… terrible. You’ve never seen him like this. His hair is a mess, he’s pale, (he’s never been pale, that’ probably because he didn’t eat), he has dark circle around his eyes and his usually plump soft lips are dry and chapped. He probably kept licking them nervously as he often does.

“I’m here sunflower, how are you feeling?”

He gets closer to you, leaning on his elbows, toward your face, keeping your hand between his he kisses it with extreme delicacy.

Hai I'm new here, just a simple lil ol writer

- snowhashiraamiya

[theaspers]

Human AU Lucifer having his wings tattooed on his back. A beautiful and intricate peacock with long feathers trailing down one of his arms. Various Latin phrases that are scattered throughout his body, which he’ll translate to you with a smile on his face.

PLEASE the thought of him just absolutely covered in intricate tattoos has me so weak,,, 😭 he dresses modestly but he lets you see them. he catches you looking one day and of course he has to tease you abt it!! him letting you trace them with your fingers!!

[ghostbeam]

Having spike thoughts…….

[finniestoncrane]

False Pretences

capullo!riddler x female!reader, word count: 2.2k i just wrote this one for myself because i love him and i'm sorry i know i have requests but i haven't done anything for just me in a while u-u expanded on this lil ficlet from a 'first date' prompt and added some typical zero year smut in 💚 ily greg capullo, my clit owes you one request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: lying, language, pining, lil bit of flirty touching, praise, sex, sprinkle of misogyny, raging ego eddie, self-image issues, eddie's dick is smaller than average and he's about to make it everyone's problem, when it is really a blessing

It’s not really a date.

But at the back of your mind, you were convinced that it might be. So why had you agreed to it?

Look, there’s a lot of reasons to tell him to fuck off. And one throbbing, desperate reason to say yes and take the risk.

In the worst-case scenario, he might reveal some strange, deep feelings for you. Best case, you get a free meal and some sex. And with that final affirmation, you let go of your tight, white-knuckle grip of the steering wheel and left your car, walking up the steps to the apartment building and hitting the buzzer for Edward, the little label next to his number just a little question-mark and a winking face, making you roll your eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Uh…it’s me.”

“Who is me?”

“Are you shitting me?”

“Oh! It’s you! You sounded too cheerful before, back to your usual surly self now. Come on up!”

As the door was unlocked and the buzzing tone hummed in your ears, you side-glanced at the walk, at your car, at your last chance to not make a huge mistake. And you stepped inside anyway, feeling the door close behind you like an airlock on some doomed spaceship. No way out. It wasn’t a particularly pleasant building, and as much as you hoped his own apartment might be nicer, you knew him too well to get your hopes up too high. You rounded the corner and saw him standing against his open door, leaning against the frame.

“You’re dressed nice.”

“You’re…not.”

He shrugged at you as you looked him up and down. His usual put together outfit looked a lot more dishevelled. Chartreuse pants still on, they were creased. No shoes, just his black socks, which had holes in them, weird that was what was beneath his neatly polished dress shoes usually. His black shirt, rolled up at the sleeves, unbuttoned further than usual to his chest. His hair, still slicked back, but with grease more than pomade. No mask, no gloves, no hat. It was weird seeing him like that. But it made him a lot less daunting. You hated to admit it, but the way he usually presented himself was effective in portraying him as a confident, charismatic man. Very difficult to reconcile that with the man before you. It was difficult to decide if it made this easier or not. Would you rather be on a date with this man, who was less distressing to be around but ultimately unable to conceal what a loser he was, Edward Nygma? Or would it have been better to be on a date with the intimidating, but at least vaguely able to restrain himself, Riddler?

Didn’t matter, because you were stuck with the sleazy idiot who was currently looking you up and down as you approached his door.

“It’s casual, what did you expect?”

“I…genuinely had no idea what to…wait, how casual?” You were suddenly very aware that the black dress you wore, hitting just above your knees, and how formal it appeared.

Thank god you decided to throw your shitty kicks on to counter balance it. Not such a stupid idea now.

“It’s uh…” his eyes lingered on your bare legs, eyebrows raising at your footwear, before he slowly trailed his gaze back up to your face. “…pretty casual. Come on in.” He tilted his head towards the apartment as he walked inside, holding the door for you. You followed him, catching it with your hand and letting it close behind you with an echoing thud.

He asked you round for food and a movie. Dinner and a movie. ‘Dinner and a movie’ is a date. Right? Right!?

But you already knew you were doomed when you could smell the food, pizza, and could hear the other voices.

“Ed, is this a party?”

“Uh…yeah. I guess so. What else would it be? What? I’m just going to invite you round to my house for free food?”

Idiot. Both of you. Maybe it was nice though? He…liked you enough to show you off in front of his friends? Or at least introduce you to them. Why did you care!?

As you followed him into the lounge, you could feel your face, your whole body, cringing.

“These are my friends.” There were some scattered ‘heys’, a couple of them turning to shoot you a polite smile and the rest ignoring you in favour of whatever action movie it was on the TV.

“You started the movie already?”

“Well, it’s a trilogy, so there’s two more to watch. You’re not missing much with the plot.”

Is jumping out of the window too dramatic?

“Do you want a drink? I have beer and…water?”

“Beer is fine.”

“Hey! Look at you, getting fun!” He slung his arm around your shoulder, shaking you lightly before grabbing you both a beer from hid fridge and heading to his sofa. You stood awkwardly. There was nowhere left to sit, and it was doubtful that a single one of the men in the room were going to give up their spot for you.

“Oh, shit…ok, come sit with me.”

“I don’t think there’s enough space, Ed.”

“No, sit on me dummy.”

You laughed a bit, looking at him, waiting for him to laugh back. But instead, he patted his lap. And as humiliating as it was, and would be, you were kind of ok with it. What else did you come here for? To be close to him. To flirt with him. Because despite yourself, and despite everything about him, you were still attracted to him. Either you could break through and learn that there was something redeemable to love under the disgusting yet attractive surface, or you could fuck the bad boy and get it out of your system, leaving you to get back to your life. Win-win.

Awkwardly lowering yourself onto his lap, so grateful that none of his friends had looked away from the screen long enough to notice you being grabbed by the hips and dropped down onto him. He grunted as he wrapped his arms around your front.

“There you go.”

It was difficult to tell if this was something he had planned for, but you weren’t too bothered. When he placed his head on your shoulder, his sideburns tickling against your cheek, you could feel yourself melt into him a little. Maybe a bit too relaxed, as it became evident that your wiggling, laughing at the stupid jokes he whispered into your ear, was something he was enjoying a bit too much. You shifted a little, trying to ignore the obvious erection that he was making no effort to hide, trying not to be flattered by it, but despite your best efforts you were blushing at it. You hated yourself for falling for him.

But it was short-lived, as it became increasingly less likely that his attraction to you was the reason you were invited over. Even when you thought you were going to be alone, at the end of the three excruciatingly boring movies, when his friends had left, you were asked to stay behind to clean up only.

“You know what, Eddie?” You picked up some empty beer cans, back turned to him so he couldn’t see the disappointment on your face. “I really thought this was…” You sighed, turning to face him, to see if your words were anymore likely to come out, easier to scold him or to tell him the truth of your disappointment. But as you turned, he was standing before you, hands knocking away everything you were carrying before wrapping around your back, stumbling into you, knocking you back into the wall where his lips met yours.

His kiss was sloppy, yearning, longing evident in the way his hands were unable to find a space to stop, running along your sides, round your back, gripping your waist, your ass. They dragged up your stomach, pulling at your shirt, sliding under your bra to cup at your breasts while he sighed against you, harmonizing with your moans, a symphony of explicit pleasure.

With his free hand, he let his fingers wander up your thigh, flicking up the bottom of your dress, making no effort to tease you, to let it seem like this was going to be a gentle, romantic affair. He slid your panties to the side, fingers pressing against you, moving side to side, pressing between your lips and laughing into the kisses he smothered your neck in as you gasped and moaned, arching your back against the wall into him.

“Hmm…wet already…I thought I could feel something warm when you were on my lap.” You could feel his smug grin against your skin.

“Eddie…”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

He thrust two of his fingers inside of you, curling them up, stretching them apart slightly, listening to your breathing to figure out which movements made you moan the most. With his free hand, now no longer grasping at your breasts or clutching your waist, he held your chin, forcing you to look up at him and into his eyes. The smarmy grin, the glint in the green surrounding his pupils, it was overwhelming.

“Oh, Eddie…”

“Mhm, I thought so.”

Removing his hand swiftly from between your legs, admiring the slick that covered his fingers before rubbing them down his shirt, he gripped your forearms, pulling you towards the sofa, swiping the crumbs and empty cans from it, so romantic. As he lay back, he dragged you down with him, positioning you on top of him. With his arms and legs tangled around you, holding you into him, tightly pressed on his writhing body, you could feel yourself kissing him harder, more violent as you bit down on his lip and pulled it out as he hissed in pleasure.

Noticing his hands were no longer exploring your curves, tangling into your hair and pulling at your clothes, you heard his zip being undone, his breath hitching slightly as he gripped his stiff cock tight, rubbing his palm against it as he looked at your lips, stretching his neck out to kiss you while you lowered yourself onto him.

In a surprise twist, the sound he made as he entered you was more of a whimper than the grunt you had expected. High in pitch, desperate in tone. He shuddered as he bucked his hips up and into you, halting as your bodies slapped together, squeezing his eyes shut tight.

“Are you…is this ok, Ed?”

“Mhm, great. Is it…so far?”

You stared down at him, palm to his cheek, a kiss on his forehead as you tried to stay still, tried to push past the delicious sensation of him inside of you to try and stay tender in the moment.

“Eddie, this is good.”

“I’m good?”

“You’re good.” You giggled at the question, but his cheeks reddened, guilt flooding your stomach.

“Tell me…tell me it feels good.”

“Eddie, it feels amazing.” You lifted your hips slightly, lightly moving them from side to side, clenching around him inside of you.

“I’m…enough?”

“Enough?”

“Like…big…”

The fragile ego, shattered self-image, narcissism out the window for the moment, he was letting himself be vulnerable. He looked entirely different in this light, weakened by his sense of inadequacy. But while it mattered a lot to him, it didn’t matter at all to you.

“Eddie, you feel amazing. You’re feel perfect, don’t you think we fit. So. Good. Together?” You lifted yourself up and down onto him with each word. Hands trailing up to hold his behind his head, back arching low, kissing him as you lifted your hips up and down on top of him, letting him fill you up.

“Eddie…god…that’s so good…you’re so…hmm…good.”

“Yeah…I am…I’m amazing…I’m really…the best…”

There he was, the Eddie you unfortunately found irresistibly attractive. And the lopsided little grin he managed to eek out through his gritted teeth, both of your words of praise bringing out the best, or worst, in him, it drove you wild.

“Eddie, you’re gonna make me…I’m so close…Eddie…”

“Ok, ok…don’t stop…keep telling me…tell me I’m good…”

“You’re the best, Eddie.”

“The best…”

“Completely amazing.”

“Amazing…”

“You’re fucking spectacular.”

With his fingers laced around yours, grip white-knuckle tight, he arched his back into you, groaning loud and softening into a quiet growl as he finished the last throes of his orgasm. You found yourself cumming after him, the guttural sounds emanating from his smug mouth enough to push you over the edge.

Letting his already disgusting sofa get even filthier, you lifted yourself off of him and lay down on his chest, smiling up at him, waiting for him to thank you, for your words, for the experience, for letting him fuck you even after he invited you round to the worst evening of your life.

“Ok, so you wanna get up and finish tidying? I would help but I’m super tired now.” Smirk on his lips, he had the audacity to wink at you as he grabbed your ass before lifting you off of him.

[bookofmirth]

take me to the lakes - elucien fanfiction

Summary

Lucien teaches Elain to fish one lazy afternoon in the Day Court

AO3 | tags: fluff! Future Day Court heirs Elain and Lucien, Lucien being himself, and a lil sad secret | tagging: @velidewrites who was interested in Lucien + Day | written for the @elucienweek2022 prompt "nature" | 2.2k

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Elain closed her eyes and lifted her face to the sky, focusing her attention on the feel of the leaves’ shadows dancing across her face. Her palms rested on the trunk of the tree beneath her, keeping her steady as she sat perched above the river. Her ankles crossed and she swung her legs gently, her senses attuning one at a time to the world around her. A bird would no sooner call out than she had named it in her head, familiar as she was with the sounds of the woods. The bark of the oak on which she sat pressed into her palms, flaking off as she ran her thumb over its texture. Most of all, Elain savored the warmth and brilliance of the sun. 

But Elain wasn’t alone, and her only real task was to wait as her mate hunted for their lunch.

It was a rare afternoon when the future High Lord and Lady of the Day Court could break away from their responsibilities, leave their retenue behind and enjoy themselves as if nothing existed beyond the hours they shared together. Neither of them required anything extravagant, just the peace of knowing they would remain undisturbed by the daily worries of the court.

Lucien hadn’t moved in what seemed like ages, giving Elain ample opportunity to admire him from her seat above the water. He stood in the river with his shirt unbuttoned, his sleeves rolled above the elbow and pant legs rolled up to just beneath his knees. His golden brown skin, peppered with thin scars, seemed to shine in the dappled sun that made its way through the trees and the reflected back up off the water. As if the sun would find Lucien even when he stood in the darkest part of the forest.

“Take her to the sea,” he’d once said. While the sea was too far for a day’s trip, Elain found this secluded stream a suitable replacement so long as her mate was there. 

When she had first gone out into the Day lands to explore on her own, Lucien’s brow had furrowed, and she smoothed his worry with a kiss and a reminder that she would see danger coming far before it reached her, and that she merely had to tug on the bond to alert him. By now, Elain suspected that she knew the Day Court lands better than even Helion, given his understandable preoccupation with courtly duties. 

Elain had privately gone about renaming the streams, meadows, and hills she found to epithets more fanciful than the previous High Lord’s line had deemed necessary. The Southern River had become The Halcyon, and the rolling hills to the west, colloquially and officially called the Mounds, had become the Verdant Knolls.

Of course, getting the locals to change their habits and cartographers to change their maps was the work of more than a few months, and so Elain contended herself that at least she knew what she meant, when referring to these landmarks that scattered the court she now called home. But Helion and Elain used the new names amongst themselves, and so Lucien had gotten used to translating their discussion for those in the Day Court who weren’t yet flexible enough in their nomenclature.

So perched as she was on the trunk of a tree that had fallen across The Halcyon, Elain waited, knowing that she spent the afternoon in a paradise nearly of her own making.

Elain had packed a wicker basket full of fruits, cheeses and breads, and Lucien had promised to do his part in preparing their afternoon meal. He stood in a ready stance, eyeing the water for his opportunity, wholly focused on the task. Several fish of various sizes had already flitted past his legs, and Elain wondered why he hadn’t yet moved to catch one. 

Though she knew the task required some amount of patience, Elain’s curiosity and need to know more about the natural world around her won out. “What kind of fish is that?” Elain pointed to a spotted fish that darted between Lucien’s legs. 

“Cutthroat trout.” His gaze remained concentrated on the water, knowing which fish she pointed to without looking up at her outstretched finger.

“How do you know?” Elain tilted her head.

“The spots, and it has red on its mouth.” Lucien’s voice was barely above a whisper, but carried to Elain despite his hushed tone. 

“Why didn’t you catch it? Is its flesh not good?”

“Perfectly.”

“Was it too quick for you, then?” she asked. “Did the skill of a fish outmatch that of my mate?” 

Elain had infinite patience with her subjects, her sisters, her friends, and yet discovering the limits of her mate’s patience was one of her favorite pastimes. Frustratingly, he tended to match her stroke for stroke.

Lucien deigned to look up at her, one eyebrow raised. “I don’t just snatch the first one that comes along, my lady. I am discerning if nothing else.”

Elain raised an eyebrow in challenge. “The next one, then, as it seems I am hungrier than I realized.”

With a flurry of movement, Lucien reached down into the water and snatched a fish from the water, far bigger than they needed. It thrashed in the air as Lucien held it aloft.

“Do you need further demonstration of my prowess, my lady?”

Elain clamped a hand over her mouth to keep her laughter from carrying. “No, let it go. I can’t have that creature’s life on my conscience, not when you only did it to prove a point.”

Lucien bent at the waist, lowering his hands into the water and letting the fish wiggle free.

“Well then,” Lucien said. “Come down here and we’ll test your skill.”

Elain quickly tied the hem of her dress so that it would fall above her knees, then lifted her arms in response. Lucien approached, disturbing the waters as he strode. He put his hands on her waist as she rested her palms on his shoulders and he lifted her from her seat on the massive tree trunk.

This must be what it’s like to fly, Elain thought. Nearly weightless and knowing you can’t fall.

Elain’s toes curled as they hit the water and Lucien lowered her into the river. They kept their hands on one another until sure she wouldn’t stumble. Her yellow dress turned a deep gold where it touched the water, but the staff at the house had rescued her clothing from far worse. When she was settled in the stream, her muscles sufficiently holding her steady, Elain turned one footstep at a time to face Lucien, toes clinging to smooth rocks. 

“What do I do?” Elain took a stance that was half battle-ready, half unsure dance partner.

Lucien chuckled and pushed her arms back down by her sides. “First, you wait. Be patient. Let them get used to your presence.” 

“But I was already here,” Elain said, puzzled. 

“You disturbed the water. They aren’t sure of your intentions.”

“My intentions are never bad.”

“Fish aren’t known for being good judges of fae character. Don’t take it personally, dearest.”

Lucien’s hands rested at his sides, though Elain knew he watched her closely enough that she wouldn’t lose her footing long enough to go into the water. He came alive in this court in the way he never had when Elain had seen him in the Night Court, or when she had seen him briefly in the Spring Court. When they were home in the Day Court, Elain could swear that if she looked at him from the right angle, she saw the light bending towards Lucien, as if Lucien were a source of the light equal to the sun.

Elain turned, one sure step at a time, until her back was to Lucien. She stood straighter and took stock of the view from the river. She could see less of the landscape, but what she did see was in greater detail. Elain examined the water flowing around her legs, clear enough so she could see the pebbles and rocks below. The rocks were a surprising variety of colors beneath the water, grays and browns and reds and golds, and some of them were covered in a veil of green vegetation. She wiggled her toes, focusing on the sensation before doing a more scientific observation of the water. Near the shore, long grasses provided cover for the fish who didn’t want to be seen, but out there in the open waters, there was nowhere to hide. Even the tiny crustacean-like creatures that skimmed the rocks for algae had retreated.

Lucien situated himself behind Elain, one hand on her shoulder, ensuring they would both be in the proper position. He pressed against her back, enveloping her in his strong, solid arms, breaking her reverie. Elain sighed in contentment and leaned back into his warmth, welcome for it despite the heat of the day. There was a difference between the brutal, unrelenting sun of summer, and the blanket warmth of her mate’s body.

“Now wait, Elain,” Lucien said. His voice vibrated through her and she reminded herself not to close her eyes, that she was there for a purpose.

“How did you learn how to do this?” Elain’s voice was soft, barely audible between birdcalls and rushing water. She asked as much because she wanted the answer to the question as she wanted to prolong the moment. 

“Eris,” Lucien answered. “When I was a child, we would leave with nothing except the clothes on our backs and explore the lands around the forest house. He said it was to prepare me for life as the seventh son, the one that wouldn’t be looked after and taken care of. The type of skills that a High Lord’s son would normally never knew existed, because there would always be a servant there to do it for them. There were so many of us, I was more than redundant. And even more in need of skills required outside the confines of a royal court.”

A bird chirped in the brief silence as Lucien paused. Elain stayed silent, knowing he would continue when ready.

He cleared his throat, disturbing a lock of hair by her ear. “It wasn’t until later that I realized he was getting me out of the house on purpose, to keep what happened there from me as long as he could.”

“Oh,” Elain said softly. She tilted her head. “And were you the better fisherman, in the end?”

“Of course.” Elain could hear the grin in Lucien’s voice as he spoke. He pulled her closer to his chest for a moment. “Eris was always more concerned about dirtying his bespoke suits than actually fishing. I, however, enjoy surprising my brothers by being better than them.”  

“Better than them at what?”

“Oh,” Lucien said. “Everything.”

Lucien stepped back just enough so Elain could no longer lean on him. Grasping her arms, he began giving her instructions on how to choose a target, how quick she would need to be, and how to grip the fish so it didn’t slide from between her hands. She nodded with each new piece of information, determined to be a good student.

“Ready yourself.” Lucien stepped back at the conclusion of his lesson, hands holding the air around his mate before he let his arms drop to his sides. 

Elain shimmied her hips, steadying herself once more above the water. She focused her energies on balancing herself again on the slick rocks without her mate to steady her. She leaned forward slightly, knees bent, eyeing the water with determination. Her fingertips skimmed the surface, so lightly that she wasn’t sure whether she truly touched the water. Fish flashed by beneath her, glinting in the sun. Elain felt a pang of remorse for taking one from its home. Deciding not to think too much about it, her gaze caught on a fish that was approaching. The current moved quicker than it seemed when she was sitting lazily above it, and the fish, on its own lazy path, came towards her faster than she expected.

Thrusting forward, Elain felt herself lose her balance and she grasped for the fish with one hand while her other plunged into the water, slamming down on smooth rocks to keep from becoming entirely afloat. Lucien grasped her hips to keep her above water as she cursed, and the fish wriggled away and continued down the river.

Elain stood up and wiped her brow with the back of her hand. “Well, it’s a bit harder than it looks.”

Lucien patted her shoulder. “Not everyone can catch a fish on their first try.” 

Elain started and looked over her shoulder at Lucien.  “Are you implying that you were a better student than I am?” 

“I’m not implying anything. I stated it outright.” Lucien grinned, knowing that Elain couldn’t move quickly enough to retaliate unless she wanted to end up underwater. He took another step back, putting more distance between them. “If I’m not there to catch you, perhaps you’ll be more calculating when you go for the next one,” he explained.

Elain frowned slightly, and then nodded her head once, her chin jutting out in determination. The next time she stood straight, she held a fish proudly aloft, nearly losing her grip on it in her overeager celebration. 

Lucien clapped softly and bowed his head in agreement. “I am a fantastic teacher. And now, would you like a lesson on cleaning and preparing the fish to eat?”

“Of course not,” Elain answered, handing him the fish. “That’s your job.”