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torueater · 15 days ago

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self care w/ satoru⭑.ᐟ

⋆ ꩜ ⋆ pairing: gojo satoru x reader

wc: 6700+ ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ content: nsfw, fem!reader, sexual themes, EATER GOJOOOOO, cunnilingus, dirty talk, praise, unprotected sex, p in v intercourse, cum eating, multiple orgasms, manhandling, overstim mention, established relationship, mutual pleasure

a/n: title is kinda vague on purpose.

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It’s almost a given that you’re there for Satoru the moment he steps through the door, commonplace at this point. Not getting assigned to the notoriously tricky Grade 1 curse had been a small mercy from the higher ups (thank heavens), left in your lonesome to train till your boyfriend got back.

He’s still all wound up when he gets home, shoulders drooping, groaning into your neck as soon as he’s in your hold. “The worsttt. All these curses stink, literally and figuratively.” Satoru noses at the warm spot at the side of your neck where your scent is most potent, thick arms banding around your waist to keep you to his chest, sinking into the feeling of a too familiar you. God, he fucking hates missions halfway across the country. He’d bent space and time just to get back at an appropriate hour so you two could fall asleep together tonight. “One of ‘em exploded all over me. Huge boom. Guts everywhere”

“Satoru! Fucking gross.” You should’ve known better than letting him get you tangled up in his hugs the moment he’d gotten in. He for sure wouldn’t release you and you liked seeing him too much after his long day--enjoying how his tension would melt away like it hadn’t been there in the first place--to pull back. You’d already gone and showered, hair tied back in silk to go to bed as soon as he’d gotten in and had gotten clean too, but here he is upending all your plans. Now you smell like roach curse guts and sweat probably. Maybe not with his infinity, but it’s the principle or whatever. “Mm, oops.” He hums into your skin, utterly unrepentant. “Guess what we both need now, pretty baby?” The words are almost sing-songy in nature, head pulling out your neck to fix you with a look. You fix him with a blank one in return, “No idea, Satoru. Really.” You roll your eyes, practically cradling the taller man as he rattles of details about the fight in your ear as you reset the alarm of you guy’s penthouse security system. He murmurs something near unintelligible into your neck before peeking at you, feeling his gaze even through the strip of black over his eyes. “I have an idea.”

You raise a brow, already skeptical. “Do I wanna hear it?”

“Yeah, probably. It involves a lot of touching me so I’m sure you’d love to hear it.” He sways you in hold, sort of waddle walking to two of you closer to the plush couch to drop himself down on it, you ending up half splayed on his chest. “Self-care night with all your fancy stuff.” You blink. “You want a self-care night?” You’d usually have to convince him – though said convincing didn’t usually go past asking once and him saying yes immediately. Still, he usually doesn’t offer himself up as your patient.

“Mhm. You always look all glowy and soft, and pretty when you do it. I wanna be all soft and glowy. Think my skin could use it after the day I’ve had.” You bite back a growing grin, humming lowly, “Okay, and what do you want to do? A face mask, ‘toru?”

His hum is low as if he’s thinking on it, chin grazing near the very top of your head in light sweeps. “Yes. That and the sugar stuff you use on your legs. Maybe one of your hair masks.” You nod, already going through the things you’d need to set aside for this impromptu-at-home spa date, feeling a little giddy. “Alllright, pretty boy. We need to get up then before you fall asleep here. C’mon.”

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It’s not long before you’re lugging his heavy, slim frame off to the bath with you, ordering him out the dirty clothes to toss it into the washer for the first cycle off maybe 2 or so until you deemed it clean. Your night wear comes off right after, and you make him wash off first, off course – no way in hell you’d get in a bath with him to soak in likely nonexistent roach curse balls and guts residue. Just nasty.

A quick pass under the spray rids him any possible stench, leaving nothing but damp, flushed skin in its wake. The warmth of the large tub is a welcome change but you barely have the extra salts and scents in for him before he’s pulling you into the water with a plunk! and a short splash from where your body had displaced it, water sloshing over the edges as you land unceremoniously in his lap. “Baby...” You grumble your disapproval at the mess but his hum the absolute opposite, grin on his soft lips not any better, “No getting handsy, Mr. We’ll do that skincare you like only if you’re good.”

His eyes flutter with the gentle pressure of your fingertips scrubbing shampoo into his scalp, hum low in approval. “Mm, you’re using your stuff so I smell like you. So territorial.” He makes sure you’re perched in his lap comfortably all the while, letting you work your magic, pampering the sorcerer. “Yeah, sure. I’m like a dog here and you’re a fire hydrant, ‘toru.”

He snickers, squeezing at your waist under the water before settling them in place again, letting you work. “Does that mean you’ll finally pee on-“ “I’ll glue your lips together, don’t even finish that sentence.”

‎‎‎ ⊹.✮₊⋆

It’s nice – being in the bath with him a welcome intimacy. You love when he lets you take care of him rather than insisting on pampering you instead. He’s all pliant under you and gently rubbing at the flesh of your hips, body slack with his trust. He’s always up and doing something, always moving – it’s nice to get him to relax, to be taken care of.

You two are in there for far longer than necessary - hair washed and conditioned, skin exfoliated with your vanilla scrub and the matching wash so he’d smell like you do as requested. You wrap him in one of the softest robes you two own when you’re all done, leading him back into the room with you where he’s flopping down onto the bed almost instantly.

“Fighting that curse was such a pain. Kept duplicating.” He practically melts into you again, face in your neck, a little too whiny for a fully grown man. You don’t think you can ever complain though. “Then they tried to call me in for a meeting. A meeting baby. Just so ungrateful.” “I know. So ungrateful. My poor baby.” You coo, massaging at his temples, lifting off him to trail to the other side of the room.

“Where’re you going?” He drawls, clearly a little tired right now from how he’s not up and following you. “I need to pluck your eyebrows first. I’m gonna get the tweezers and the other stuff” You dip to give him a kiss to sate him for the literal 3 minutes you’d be gone. He makes a quiet sound against your mouth, like he’s considering pulling you back down, but lets you go. “I’m so gonna hate this.”

When you’re back, likely less than your 3 estimated minutes, he’s sprawled on the sheets, legs hanging off one side, arms folded behind his head -- snowy lashes flutter against his cheeks with languid blinks up at you. “Comfy?” You huff in your amusement, climbing up into bed and settling near his head, fingers carding through soft milky strands. “Head on my lap. C’mon.”

He obeys without any further prompting, scootching closer to rest his head on the softness of your thighs, your own legs tucked up under your frame. He’s practically deadweight in your lap, heavy limbs and slow sighs as you comb through his hair again to get it out the way, tugging his blindfold upward to keep the strands in place. “Can’t we just skip the tweezing?” he groans, words muffled slight with his cheek pressed into your thigh, “This is like a medieval torture method. Don’t we have razors on hand?”

“Maybe, but plucking looks better. And besides, it’s not that bad, you’re so dramatic.” Your hand smooths over his forehead, leaning past him to grab at a toner pad, swiping it over his brows. “Stay still or I’ll accidentally pluck the wrong ones. Then you’ll have patchy eyebrows.”

“Ow—What the hell?” Satoru hisses at the first pinch, exhaling a slow, suffering sigh like you’re inflicting a great pain on him. “This is torture. I thought you loved me?” You snort, amused, brushing the spoolie through the hairs even as he’s whining, “I do love you. You’re being so dramatic. It’s like a tiny pinch at best.” Yeah, no – it’s not like that at all and he has no idea how you do this all the time like it’s nothing. You roll your eyes at his dramatics but dip to kiss his forehead in apology anyway. “I’ll be gentle, look,” you extend one of your arms so he can see, plucking a hair out just to show him, barely flinching, “Not that bad.” How he’s able to deal with fighting all powerful curses day in day out but tweezers are what undoes him is beyond you. Though, they usually don’t get hits in, so you’re not sure if you can compare the two… “Aren’t you the strongest, ‘toru? You can take it.”

It's funny how he's mostly quiet after that, almost as if to prove that he’s the strongest on all fronts. Save for the occasional wince of course, fingers flexing at the dip of your waist whenever you get to a particularly stubborn hair. “I know, baby. You’re doing well though, I’m almost done with the first brow.”

It’s only when you get to the second one that he’s sighing, dramatic in fashion as per his personality twisting his face away so it’s pressed up against your belly. You halt momentarily, waiting. “I’m in dire need of alternative pain management. I’m g’nna pass out.”

And you’re quick to help of course, lips parting to offer something, maybe your hand to hold since it’s what he usually likes -- but he beats you to it, angled higher to nuzzle closer to your chest. He noses lazily at your towel covered chest, kissing you lightly over the fabric. “You’re not serious.” “I’m very serious. This is a great distraction from pain.” You don’t see what about your breasts are a great distraction from the pain of his brows being plucked, but you don’t see the issue with letting him indulge. “Will you stay put if I let you?”

He hums, fingers already fiddling with the tuck of the towel, tugging it out of place so your towel falls away. You sigh in mock exasperation at his shameless ogling, pulling away just to grab a pillow, placing it on your lap so he can prop his head up higher. “Absolute angel. Lifesaver. My darling princess baby.” He’s latching his mouth on you right after his praises, lips warm as they close around the peak. He sighs through his nose, body growing more slack against you like this is exactly what he needed.

You huff, flicking his forehead lightly, “You’re so ridiculous.” His body shifts with what you assume is a shrug, tongue flicking against the stiffness of your nipple, lashes fluttering against your skin. He’s at least angled in a way that you can get to the 2nd brow, so you don’t really have to do much but pull the skin taut and pluck. “Stop moving, Satoru.”

He doesn’t even flinch much when you pluck the next hair, too preoccupied with the slow, lazy pull of his mouth. His exhales are soft and warm against your cooled skin, air silent save for the hum of the aircon, angled into him to tug at a stubborn hair. “This one might hurt a bit. Don’t bite me.” Satoru nods slowly in answer, thumbs drawing soothing patterns on your waist just above where the towel had settled when it fell. The next tug gets you the slightest wince, tongue curling around the bud, flattening against it in retaliation. “That one was a little thick. Sorry, baby.”

“Mmm’kay,” The words are a muffle around your tit, and he pulls off long enough just to look up at you – rosy lips slick, a faint strand left between his mouth and the mound sheen with saliva. His blink is sleepy, an almost dopey grin spreading on his lips, hand waving away your apology, “Totally fine. Best—” His lips connect with you again, with a wet, unhurried suck before releasing with a faint pop again, “—pain management ever. Really.”

His head shifts away from where you’re working your magic, face buried in your chest, kissing lightly along the soft underside of your left breast, then the right. “You smell so nice. Like syrup and candy..”

“Always comparing me to candy.” Your smile down at him is all lovesick, gaze carrying the same vibe. “’Cause you smell like candy. Taste a lot like it too.” In more places that one. His lips latch to the underside of your breast, suctioning with the gentlest pressure to mark the skin. Your soft sigh has his body stirring the slightest bit, pulling back after a moment to admire his handiwork with a grin.

“Let me finish up. No funny business.” You barely restrain a shiver, hand sliding up the side of his face again, thumb pulling at his skin. You manage to pluck a few more hairs without any complaint from him, Satoru seemingly more than content kissing away at your flesh, licking at it with lazy, indulgent drags. The warmth of his palm leaves your waist to move further under the towel, large hand splayed on your hip, dragging idle strokes over the bone. “Your brows usually aren’t crazy looking so..” You use the spoolie again just to be sure, humming, “I think we’re done, babe.”

His answering groan has you more than amused, the attitude a bit of a switch from his complaints earlier. “Does that mean my alternative pain management method is over? Oh no.” He lets out a dramatic cry like he’s been told the worst news in the world, nosing at the space between your breast like he set on settling there forever. “I didn’t even say that, you big baby.” Your hand smooths through his damp strands again, fingers idly scratching at his scalp before sliding lower to cup his chin so he’s looking at you. “Do you want me to give you the facial now?”

A nod is his answer, head tilting just enough to brush his mouth over your sternum before he’s kissing the side of your left breast. His fingers flex against where they’re now pressed on your hips, touch absentminded as he hums. “So, I was thinking about something.”

You pretend to shiver, “Oh, that can’t be good.”

“You’re so mean to me.” He lets out a long-suffering sigh into your skin, chin propped between your breasts, looking up at you. “Skincare is very important, right? You say that all the time.”

“I do..” Your eyes narrow in suspicion, trying to piece this together as he goes on.

“Satoru, I need to get up to get the masks.” You try to shift away, stopped fairly quickly by his arm around your naked waist, shaking his head. “Nope, we have all our supplies right here. Organic, fresh from the source.” Your brow cocks, unsure if he’s being overly vague or if you’re just a little slow to catch on. “Facial, organic. Come on, pretty – giving you a couple seconds to catch my drift.”

The bulb in your mind finally lights, mouth forming a small o, core warming just a little at his suggestion. “Have you always been this perverted?”

Satoru’s gasp is low, as if offended, pouting, “What about caring for one’s skin is perverted? I personally think we all should take great care of ourselves, and skin is the very first step.”

You kiss your teeth in playful chastisement but you’re already exhaling, already aware of your answer. “What a poetic way to ask me to sit on your face. Really clever.”

He tsks, lifting a hand to wiggle his index near your face. “I would never be that crass.” Your unimpressed expression at his blatant lie says enough, and he clears his throat, kissing your sternum once more.

“Is that a yes to you sitting on my face, then?”

“No.”

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“Like I tell you every single time, you won’t suffocate me. And if you do then hooray! Now sit.” You weren’t quite convinced – it's not that you’d ever heard any instances of people dying from being smothered while giving head but it’s never too late to become the first.

You hesitate, shifting on your knees. “I really don’t see the issue with you just lifting your head-“ His groan cuts your words short, head flopping back onto the pillows, glancing up at you between the softness of your thighs. “Oh my god. Do you hate me?” He complains, nudging his nose right against where you need him. He tries again, hoping that this one will be convincing enough, “Baby, come on. I’ll be fine. I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

Satoru clicks his tongue when you hesitate, dragging his hands up your thighs, kneading slow, lazy circles to soothe you. “You’re supposed to sit on my face, not hover. If I wanted you to hover I would’ve told you that, right?” He waits for your nod, patting your behind lightly in silent praise when you do. “Exactly, pretty girl. Here’s what, if I need to breathe, I’ll tap right here,” He presses into a spot on your inner thigh, leaning up to give it a light nip, “and you can ease up." He knows he won’t make use of that spot, like, at all. But it helps to say it to ease your worries!

Which it does. His words are awfully effective, your guard and discretion lowering till you’re just sighing and lowering the tiniest bit, getting closer to his mouth by the second.

And he thinks it’s heaven. The scent of you catches in his nose, too heady. Sweet vanilla of your scrubs and soaps, the warmth of your core – he’s sure his mouth is watering. “Thought I’d die. My skin is so dry, I’m so parched,” His complaints are all exaggerated, mouthing at the sides of your thighs, biting at the petal-soft skin. You scoff, hand moving down to fix the band in his hair, “You talk an awful lot.”

Satoru doesn’t exactly disagree, shrugging. He’s currently very preoccupied with eyeing your cunt, though, so you don’t get much of a verbal response.

He kisses everywhere but where you’re molten for him, so wound up by the time that he gets close that the lightest nudge of his pointed nose has you twitching, glancing anywhere but down at him between your thighs, drenched pussy hovering right over his face. The twinge of embarrassment is always hard to fight off when he’s quite literally staring at your most intimate spot but you can’t exactly close your legs when he’s settled between them. Your slight shift does you absolutely no favors because he seems to move right with you, nose nudging your messy clit again, sound catching in your throat. “You think you're so funny.” You can practically feel him smile against your thigh, one hand shifting to cup the rounded swell of one ass cheek, tilting you forward minutely. You wouldn’t call it impatience, but you are feeling a little wound up and the teasing doesn’t help. Before you can lower your hips on your own, he’s finally taking initiative, your waist held in a strong grip to pull you down to sit directly over his awaiting mouth. You fight a shiver at the first teasing swipe of his tongue through your dampened folds, drag slow and reverent like he’s trying to get your taste spread on the entirety of his tongue.

You swallow harshly, thighs a soft pressure against the side of his head as your fingers pinch the pillow right beneath him, clit pulsing on his tongue. That seems to catch his attention, shifting to drag the wet heat of his tongue over your clit in slow circles before he’s pulling away and pressing a fat kiss to it. “Just as pretty as you are..” He kisses and mouths at the mess he made, moving his attention lower and lower, hand on your ass pushing you forward so he can get closer to your slit to give a kiss over the spot too.

He keeps his lips there, inhale deep to pull your scent into his lungs before he’s prodding at your entrance with the blunt tip of his tongue. Satoru lets out a groan beneath you, the noise vibrating against your connected skin before his only free hand shifts to your hip to tug you lower than you already are to his mouth. Isshoogood.” The words are a short murmur that you don’t pick up well, mouth already back on you to taste you again before pulling back.

His kitten licking and teasing falls back for long enough to warrant you almost begging, but he’s quick to return to you with something far better, tongue parting your opening – twisting its way into your drenched hole and drawing out your first proper noisy call of his name.

Your hands leave the pillow in favor of his ivory strands, biting down hard into your lip as he groans into you, suckles wet and lewd in the air, gathering as much as your slick as he can on his taste buds. Any of that initial anxiety had properly washed away with the skilled movement of his tongue, the hands on you gently grinding you into the fucking of his tongue, nose continuing to bump into your clit just right.

It’s great for you but it feels like pure heaven for Satoru. His personal paradise. Crushed under your weight, mouth buried between your thighs – he’s exactly where he needs to be.

“O-Oh fuck. Satoru.” Your hips seem to rock on their own, expression pinched as he tongues sloppily at your hole, moaning when he feels you clench around it. Saliva slicks between and around your folds, mixing with the wetness he coaxes out of you, dripping down the slope of his chin and pooling in the dip of his throat. He’s never been one for doing stuff halfway, eating you out isn’t an exception. What was a proper facial without a little mess?

“Mm, I know,” he groans, voice rough and muffled against your core, already drunk on the taste of you. His tongue dips inside again, lapping up everything you give him, jaw working slow and steady as he eats you out. It’s more that than you actually riding his face like he wants so he pats your hip to spur some more motion from you, glad when you get the memo and begin grinding down on his tongue. The wet appendage pushes deeper into your cunt, nose bumping just under your hood when you rock forward, pleasure hot and low in your belly. The angle sends a sharp jolt of pleasure through you, a long moan tumbling from your lips. He grins against your pussy, pleased. “Oh f-fuck, just like that.” You suppose the excuse of wanting a natural facial hadn’t been a complete lie, his face is messy enough with your essence to consider it just that.

You’re not sure if it’s because he’d been gone on his mission for a little longer than usual this time but he’s near ravenous as he feasts on you, barely giving you a break since he’d put his tongue on you. He fucks into you with deep strokes, pulling back just enough to spit a fat glob onto your cunt before he’s licking it right back up.

Your eyes roll, hips trying to rock harder to push him deeper and to get his nose to keep bumping where you need him. You felt far too dizzy, legs shaking around his head as you get noisier. Each firm lick inside your cunt has you getting higher, lower abdomen beginning to feel pressurized, far too hot for how cold you have the aircon running. “Oh. Oh fuck—Pleaseplease-“ You’re not sure what you’re begging for, he seems to know better than you do.

His tongue wrenches out of you, adams apple bobbing with a harsh swallow from him. “Fuck.” Satoru leaves just a couple seconds for him to breathe before he’s nosing at your clit again. “Pretty fuckin’ pussy. I love it.” The warm puffs of his breath have you whimpering alone, his teeth grazing the puffy bundle of nerves with the lightest pressure but your hips buck anyway. Not too far though, his hands are tight on your hips again to set you where he needs you, lips poised right under your clit before he latches on and sucks. Hard. Your tears are sudden, springing in your eyes, hot down your cheeks, heel of your palm pressing into his forehead, next one in his hair still – not sure if you want him off you or if you want more from him. Juices smear on his flushed skin, glistening under blue light as he just doesn’t let up. Not for a second. “Ooh, shit.” Satou’s just as much of a mess as you are. Hair mussed, flushed down to his chest and panting, blown out pupils. His hand slips between your thighs, pulling off your clit, finger taking its spot almost immediately “You’re so pretty. So fuckin’ pretty, god.” He lubes you up with his spit again, slick and cool right on your nub, smearing it across the flesh before he’s pushing your wetness back inside you. He chokes on his breath at how slippery you are there before he replaces it with his tongue again. “Best pussy in the world. All—mm—mine-” His hands are everywhere, grabbing at your thighs, your ass, fingers pushing apart your soft folds to keep you spread on his tongue. You feel feverish in your pleasure, sucking in greedy breaths, rocking losing rhythm but gaining pace because fuck, you just needed to cum for him.

“S’fucking messy.” His groans tell you that’s he’s as into this as you are, and the thought alone send a harsh curl, unable to catch your breath in the wake of an incoming orgasm. Your brain feels like goo, your limbs feel useless. Satoru’s fingers dig into the meat of your ass to grind you, to let you use him.

It’s right there, it’s a hot, tight pressure ready to burst outward like a supernova. But it’s not how you want it, you know it can get much better than it already is. “’Toru..” You whine, and he’s already moving you like he’d read your mind, like he needs the same thing. Hands on your waist, shifting you off his face and down his body. You don’t even process how fast you’d gotten moved – his hands are almost frantic on your frame, up off your waist, squeezing your tits.

“Fuck,” He chokes out, sucking at his bottom lip soaked with the taste of you, barely able to hold off, “I know, pretty. I know. Let me just—” His voice is hoarse, still breathless from doing nothing but feasting on you for the past couple minutes. His hands are all shaky, fumbling, undoing the tie of the robe with your help to free his cock. The length of him springs up hard and heavy, leaking, rosy head so flushed with colour that it looks painful. “Need you so bad.” You’re quick to hover over him, hand braced to his chest and the other moving to grip him to run the blunt tip through your sappy folds to lubricate him. Not that he really needs it. “T-Toru..’Toru, please.”

He doesn’t need further prompting, hands finding your ass again to lower you on him, heat surrounding the entirety of his dick almost instantly with how wet you are. You’re both shaking, you’re not sure you even have the strength to bounce on his lap but you do, just once – just your hips lifting and falling just once-

Satoru’s jaw slackens, grabbing at your hips as the tight, wet clutch of your cunt undoes him. Jaw slackened, whimper noisy as he cums. “Fucking—Oh my god.” It’s a proper orgasm too. Abs tensing, fingers digging into your ass as milky ropes fill you pulse after pulse. And maybe it’s the whimper, the look on his face when he creampies you. Maybe the heat of the room. Maybe the fact that you were close already – but a full body tremor moves through you, cumming just as hard as he had. The arch of your spine almost looks painful, thighs clamping together, biting your lip to keep from crying as the waves just pummel you. “Haah- Mm, oh my god.”

You’re both breathing heavily, bowed into his chest and looking down at him, shaky fingers spreading and closing on his skin as though you’re checking if he’s real. “Baby.” He whines like you moving the smallest bit pains him, like it pulls him deeper inside. “..Doesn’t count. It doesn’t-“

“What?” You don’t understand his murmurs, don’t get what he’s on about till he’s holding you to his chest a flipping you two, pulling out your heat with a wet slosh – still hard all for you. Your stomach tightens at the sight of him, still hard and glistening with the mess of his previous release and the slick from just being in you. His cum leaves you in a slow pool past your folds, a mess around the pair, trailing down the inner curve of your ass.

“I said it…that one doesn’t count, baby. Definitely not.” He grits the words out, hand wrapped ‘round himself to stroke lightly, squeezing near the tip to hold himself off.

It’s like your sensitivity is nonexistent, like you hadn’t just orgasmed, because you’re already throbbing again, eager to be filled. “You just came though, how’re you even…you’re hard again.” Sure, his refractory period was great, but this? You don’t know what to make of this at all. “I know. I know – I wasn’t ready. You just fucking sat, all pretty and wet-“ Satoru groans, notching himself near your cunt again, smacking the upper side of your clit with light pressure. He drags his tip through the mess there, pressing it back inside with the lightest pressure, cock head catching on your entrance. “Came in two fucking seconds, we need a redo.”

Your pussy molds around him just as easily this time when he begins pushing in, legs bringing him in, feet locking on his lower back. The trimmed white hairs at his base graze your too sensitive clit with his shallow thrusts, hips lifting minutely in your chase for more of him.

“You feel so good,” you moan, nails digging into his shoulders again as you pulled him down to kiss at the corner of his mouth. White brows are scrunched in his focus, hips tilting back just enough so only his swollen cockhead is inside you, quickly sheathing himself inside your warm, plush cunt with a smooth roll, every nerve in your cunt lighting up for him. “Can’t..can’t even fucking focus,” He whimpers again, hand cupping your nape to keep you looking at him, sure that in itself was making holding off even harder. “You’re so pretty. Gonna die. I’m gonna fucking die.” He drags out the last word, hands lifting your hips to angle you to the way a pillow under your hips would, dick pressing in and out repeatedly, hitting the spots that you need him in. You feel giddy, you feel hot all over.

His dramatics get an airy laugh from you, which quickly trails off into a moan with a direct drive into your walls again. The soft spot in you gives way to the weight of his cock pressing into it, breathing picking up, only producing more slick for him to slide in easier. “You’re not gonna die.” You lift off the bed just enough to get to him, arm banding around his neck, kissing his swollen lips just to shut him up. “You’re fineee.” He’s just as noisy in your mouth, pulling off to mouth at the sides of your mouth, down your jaw, nosing at your cheek almost reverently.

“God—fuck. I love you.” Satoru chokes on his words, hands shaking where they’re gripping your thighs. “You’re so wet, feels so good.” He pulls out just enough to make you ache again before he’s pushing back in with a fluid thrust, pelvis flush with yours. “So tight-“ His breath catches as you tighten around him, shaky fingers flexing on your hips. “No, don’t do that, baby. Be nice.”

You’re more than amused at his antics, how wound up he is though you’re really not any better. The mess between you is sticky and obscene, each paced thrust pushing more of the mixed release out of you. The milky sheen spreads with his continuing thrusts, slicking down his length, turning more frothy around his base the more he moves. Gojo hisses, gaze fixed between you two momentarily, glancing away as if looking elsewhere would make the pressure building at the base of his cock dissipate (it doesn't).

He still thinks he’s going to die despite your reassurance. The fit is too snug even with how wet you are, his balls feel like they’re tight enough to explode and he just needs to cum again. His next maneuver is quick – hands on your hips no longer keeping you lifted, grabbing a pillow to shove it under there instead. His cock nudges deeper and he groans like he’s about to lose his mind. Your arms fall away from his neck to lie back, weight pressing into you as he braces on his forearms, caging you in on either side.

He's much closer at this angle, near enough for you to kiss his nose, close enough for him to breathe you in. You lean up to kiss him again, press of your lips all sweet against his. He can’t help but look at you, doesn’t care that it’ll make him cum faster. “Pretty baby.” He murmurs, forehead dropping to yours, thrusts slowing momentarily. The slow, deep drags set you alight, toes curling, hips bucking. His breath carries a breathy tone, adams apple bobbing in a harsh swallow, nose bumping against the side of his. One hand finds its way between you two, thumb pressing into your clit, circles slow to not overwhelm you too quickly.

And he’s out again, just to slam back in. Your head falls back with a sharp cry, folds clinging to him every time he leaves, stretched around his base every time he bottoms out again. And its continuous, you don’t think you’re doing much past moaning and whining under him, hips rolling and bucking to fuck him back because no way you’d just let him do all the work. “Gonna fucking cumm-“

"I know. I know.” His thrusts turn sharper, needier, a little desperate. " C’mon, baby, give me another. Cum for me.” Gojo snaps into you like he’s lost his mind, mess between you only growing worse – slick and his cum smeared on his cock and spreading with every pounding thrust, balls connecting with your ass in harsh smacks.

He’s noisy, face presses up against your throat, completely pussy drunk out his mind. “Fuck—oh fuck, you look so good.” His lips ghost over your pulse, tongue dragging on skin, teeth sinking in. “Gonna keep you – gotta fucking marry you.” “Huh?” His mouth is everywhere it can reach, kissing you all over your cheeks, across your jaw, hips beginning to drive into you faster. The frame of the large bed shifts on its legs, lewd slap of skin filling the room. He’s barely pulling out before he drives back in to the hilt at this point, damp curls at his base rubbing right against your clit. “Soo serious. I’m g’nna…god. Best thing to ever happen to me. I swear to god.” The answering throb around him drags another helpless sound from him, hips starting to batter into you faster – watching the threads of slick between your cunt and his cock, watching you shiver under him. “Fuck, I’d put a ring on you tomorrow.” He gets out between his moans. Gosh, the things he says when he gets inside you.

Your whole body jerks when his cock throbs inside, voice cracking in another moan against your skin. That itself if proof enough that he’s ready to come undone, hips throwing into yours wildly, spot being hit head on without any mercy. The air around you two is blistering, moans and your coupling loud, bed creaking. The coil inside you gives way with an angled press to your g-spot again, jaw slackening, spots dancing in your vision. A long moan leaves you with the rush of cum as you gush around him that feels like it’d push him right out. But he’s fucking you through it, he’s rubbing your clit in firmer circles to draw it out as you pulse and flutter around his dick, his own orgasm a needy heat at the base of his cock and settled in his cum heavy balls.

You whimper and whine pathetically every time he bottoms out, fighting past the building overstim to buck your hips up into his in quick movements, damp spot under your frames only spreading. He knows he isn’t set to last much longer after you’d came on him like that, and his point is only proven when his hips stutter, too overwhelmed by your heat, by the orgasm that had been right there since he’d started back up.

And then he’s sinking in to the hilt again, shoving your pliant body into the mattress as his orgasm rips through him.

The groan he lets out is downright filthy, a choked, trembling moan as he buries himself inside you to the hilt, cock twitching, cum mixing in with the remnants of his first load to fill you up again. “Oh fuck- Oh fuckkk, Toru!” Your hands grab at him again as hot waves rush through you, making your legs shake as he fucks his release deeper, hips jerking uncontrollably with every last drop. His forearms tremble as he finally stops cumming, the pair of you panting harshly against each other’s mouths, hips rolling weakly to keep his cum seated deep. “…Jeez.” Satoru lowers onto your chest, weight pressed there only for a moment before he’s rolling the two of you so you’re on his instead, easing his cock out of you slowly. You wince, already feeling yourself gap open from the loss of him and the telling feeling of his cum beginning to slide out of you in a slow stream.

“You’re changing the sheets.” You groan, burying your face in his neck, soothed by light strokes of his hand over your sweat dampened back.

“Mhm, anything you want.” Satoru hums, grinning to himself as he loops his arms around you, face pressed up into your hair, “Need to redo the skincare too. I think we sweat it out.”

Oh, most definitely.

You groan at even the thought of moving, playing with his hair absently, too exhausted to even lift your head right now. “All of this because you wanted a natural facial.” Though it’s kind of on you too since you’d happily let him feast on you then well, this. “We should go clean up.” You’re both covered in a sheen layer of sweat and cum, mostly the former – clearly in dire need of a good wash once again. Neither of you make any effort to move, though. He’s all warm and you feel sluggish, bodies rapidly cooled by air from the vents as you just lie there ‘til you’re feeling all sticky. “Okay, upsie daisy., pretty girl.” You’re not surprised to see that he still has energy, hoisting you up with him, cradled against his chest like his bride. “I’ll do all the work this time.”

#torueater ୨ৎ #f!reader #satoru gojo #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #jjk x you #jjk #eater gojo #jujitsu kaisen #jjk smut #just realized the banners look odd on mobile omfg. will update

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sume3luvv · 2 months ago

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Thinking About...

𓂃۶ৎ soukoku x fem! reader (separate)

valentine's day special.

dividers by @dollywons

thinking about boyfriend!chuuya who wakes you up on valentine's day with breakfast in bed, observing you lovingly as you munched happily on the heart-shaped pancakes he made.

thinking about boyfriend!chuuya who takes you out shopping, giving you his black credit card and telling you to buy whatever your pretty eyes sets on.

thinking about boyfriend!chuuya who takes you to a fancy dinner date after shopping, ordering everything on the menu so you could have a taste of luxury.

thinking about boyfriend!chuuya who drives you back to the penthouse in his car, hand resting on your thigh the whole time and letting you play your favorite songs the whole car ride.

thinking about boyfriend!chuuya who opens his most expensive wine bottle for such an important day, which he doesn't do often.

thinking about boyfriend!chuuya who will give you a huge bouquet of roses, along with chocolate strawberries, and a bear. he'd flash you the most charming smile that would make you heart do multiple flips.

thinking about boyfriend!chuuya who shares a cup of wine with his darling while having deep conversations. he just loves hearing your voice and the way your eyes shine when you talk about something you love.

thinking about boyfriend!chuuya who holds you close and kissing you gently, mumbling against your lips how much he loves you. <3

thinking about boyfriend!chuuya who wants to have the most perfect valentine's day, stating how he "only wants the best for his girl." <3

"so, on Valentine’s Day, i want you to know something—you're the one person i can’t imagine my life without, doll. i don’t say it enough, but i love you. more than i could put into words."

thinking about boyfriend!dazai who will wake you up by showering you with kisses, rambling on and on about how perfect you look in the morning sunlight.

thinking about boyfriend!dazai who is a terrible cook, but would most definitely assist you while you make breakfast for the both of you.

thinking about boyfriend!dazai who probably won't have enough money to take you out shopping or offer a fancy dinner, but would most definitely make something creative at home.

thinking about boyfriend!dazai who would have a movie night with you at home, letting you choose the movie.

thinking about boyfriend!dazai who cuddles you during the movie, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist with his head resting snug in the crook of your neck.

thinking about boyfriend!dazai who bakes cupcakes with you, which eventually grows into you two throwing flower at each other and smearing frosting onto each others faces and clothes, laughter filling the air.

thinking about boyfriend!dazai who doesn't prefer deep conversations, but rather quality time with his s/o because he can just relax in their presence without thinking of his problems.

thinking about boyfriend!dazai who wraps you into a deep kiss before pulling away and rambling how much he loves you. <3

thinking about boyfriend!dazai who tries to be the best boyfriend, and you love him for that. you love your osamu <3

"valentine’s day, huh? the one day of the year where everyone pretends to be extra romantic… but you and i, we both know that love isn’t about one day. it’s about every moment that counts, right? i love you, belladonna."

a/n: yall be wishing this was real 🤣 (not proofread btw)

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liavaleska · 3 months ago

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I saw this tweet today and it made me think a lot about how much exactly do the members of the BAU make? Like I can't decide if it's a somewhat decent salary like 70k a year or they would be earning 6 figures?.

I am not American so I don't know how much it takes to afford a house like those of JJ and Hotch, which are nice but not necessarily big or fancy.

And both Garcia and Reid live in apartments which is understandable since they don't have a family and don't need much space but I feel like from what we can see, Reid's apartment is kinda of crappy and Garcia's is more like an studio, not a big apartment.

Prentiss doesn't have any family either but she has this huge and fancy apartment that we can see during the Lauren storyline and in 3x02 episode I believe. It's enormous and the most impressive part is the view it has of the Lincoln's monument and the Capitol. So, how much exactly does Prentiss make to afford her lifestyle? I know she mentioned once how her mom paid for her own apartment during college because she sucked as a waitress but is she still paying for her apartment now? Unlikely. Does she get paid more than the other BAU members? More than Hotch? Or does she still have plenty of money from her international spy days? How much did she make back then? . I know she is a trust fund baby and all that but I find it so funny to think that she is using said trust fund to pay for an apartment she basically wouldn't be able to afford if she didn't have it. Like I get she is used to the finer things in life so she doesn't want to live in a studio like Garcia but a penthouse with a view to the capitol sounds so extra.

Anyways, someone should make one of those How much does it take to afford their lifestyle? videos about her.

#criminal minds #mgg #spencer reid #jennifer jareau #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #emily prentiss #aj cook #paget brewster #emily prentiss x reader

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dyinglikenarcissus · 7 months ago

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Kitten

7k words

Warnings: 18+ only! This is pure smut. A little dubcon. Your brother’s alpha besties want you but they’ve been so good for so long. What happens when a group trip turns into a one bed situation? Also reader is Sam’s long lost sister or something. Suspend your belief 😂 (I had to include some kind of Sam for our shared birthday)

Enjoy 😊

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This really wasn’t supposed to happen.

They’re your brother’s friends. How did you end up like this?

They were supposed to be going on a boys fishing trip to celebrate your brother’s new job but he suddenly came down with something and wasn’t feeling up to it and, as his roommate and baby sister, they insisted you take his place. You didn’t know the first thing about fishing! But when it came to his two alpha buddies you got all tongue tied and your omega came spilling out like an over boiling pot. They were just so handsome and big and imposing and charismatic. They have great jobs and fancy cars and penthouse apartments. The ideal alphas.

It also didn’t help that you were a couple weeks away from your heat. It just makes their sway over you more powerful. They didn’t mean any harm. They were just used to being surrounded by other alphas. They didn’t know how to reign it in. Normally your brother was around as a buffer. You were rarely ever alone with them…

The two hour car ride was the longest you’d ever spent with just the two of them. They went on and on about baseball and beer and guns and other things you had absolutely no knowledge about so you just sat quietly in the back seat with your phone and your switch and prayed you were almost there.

But it would be fine! It was supposed to be a huge family suite with a bunch of rooms and a full kitchen and everything. You’d have your own space to retreat to if they became…too much for you.

But being there gave you absolutely no relief.

“I’m sorry!” The hotel front desk manager started after looking up your stay. “We accidentally overbooked and had to give away your room. We can rectify it tomorrow but tonight all we have is a single king.”

They readily agreed, not paying any attention to your protest. They said it would be fun. Like camping.

You never liked camping.

So now you stand between the rock that is Steve Rogers and the hard place that is Bucky Barnes.

“We’ll just take the floor, kitten,” Bucky smiles using the nickname they’ve called you since you were children. “I prefer it anyway. Better for my back.”

“Yeah. You get comfortable. Don’t worry about us,” Steve assures you. You just nod while the boys call down for extra pillows and blankets and food while you clean up from the long drive. It wasn’t super late but it was late enough that you weren’t going to do anything else tonight. The boys wanted to get up early. Apparently that’s when the fish are most active? The most you knew about fishing was from Animal Crossing and if any of that was true, they should be waiting for it to rain. Which reminds you that you that you need to water your flowers in your little digital town. You’ll do it as soon as you’re out of the shower…

Well, ain’t this some shit.

You didn’t exactly pack to share close quarters.

The only PJs you brought were mini shorts and cropped tank tops that were pretty much transparent in the right light. You should have brought a comfy sweater or something to cover up in but you wanted to pack light. You didn’t want to look like ‘that girl’ with a suitcase for every night. But at least you’d have a sleeping sweater…

You roll your eyes at your idiotic lack of foresight and choose the least see through ones and hope they don’t look too closely.

So much for that.

The second you walk back into the main room, two sets of blue eyes are on you. They suddenly forget all about their baseball, their beer, and their guns at the vision in front of them. Your soft curves are clearly visible through your lack of clothes: a sight they’ve only seen when the group goes swimming. They can barely keep it together with you prancing around in tiny fabric triangles that barely cover your wet and obviously cold body. But normally your brother was there to keep them at bay.

No older brother in sight. Just you left alone for the two of them. All. Weekend. Long.

Steve is the first one clear his throat and avert his gaze. “We ordered some pizzas. Is that okay with you?”

“Y-yeah! Pizza’s great,” you smile nervously. “I’m done in the bathroom if either of you want a turn.”

Bucky doesn’t even spare Steve a glance as he makes his way to the bathroom. “Age before beauty,” he snarks at the blond leaving the two of you alone.

You just smile at the tall blond sitting on the edge of the bed before rifling through your luggage for your Switch unknowingly giving Steve the perfect view of your peach ass through your tiny shorts.

“Shit,” Steve breathes, tilting his head slightly to see what else you’re hiding under there.

“What was that?” You ask pulling yourself out from your duffle.

“Oh, nothing,” the blond says quickly snapping his head back to the TV. “Just the game. Crazy play…” he trails.

“Oh?” You smile and nod already knowing you won’t understand what’s going on so you don’t bother asking. You snuggle up against the pillows to play your game and ignore whatever sports ball game is on.

“What are you playing?” His voice doesn’t initially reach you as you shake your head and focus on the alpha watching you. When did Steve’s eyes get so pretty? They’re like kaleidoscopes of green and blue. Hmmmm…

Wait. He said something, didn’t he?

“I’m sorry?”

“What are you playing?” He asks again leaning back to see the screen of your handheld console.

“Animal Crossing,” you whisper. He’s so close you can feel the body heat radiating off of him. He’s never been this close…

“That game’s super popular lately, huh? Never tried it. I used to just play Halo and GTA when I was as your age.”

“GTA is pretty fun,” you smile.

“What’s an innocent little thing like you know about GTA?”

“I get on my brother’s PlayStation every once in a while,” you admit. “I’m not that innocent,” you giggle singing the song.

“I feel like we’ll be learning all kinds of things about you this weekend,” Steve laughs as his hand finds your ankle, stroking the smooth skin gently. You practically leap from your skin. He can’t do that! Can he? He can’t do it again…

And then he does, his rough fingers tracing the inside of your ankle, and a wave arousal spills from you like clockwork. His fresh rain and smoke scent washes over you heavily and a soft whimper escapes your lips.

You can’t do this! Not for a whole weekend!

A knock at the door has you leaping away from him, tugging your feet away quickly.

“Someone’s jumpy,” Steve laughs before getting the door. Saved by the bell. A hotel employee brings a stack of pillows, blankets, and towels before rolling in a cart with two pizza boxes and two pitchers of beer.”

“We figured you wouldn’t eat much,” Steve laughs grabbing a chilled glass and plate before leaning next to you on the bed.

“Food’s here?” Bucky grins stepping out of the bathroom in a pair of low hanging grey sweats. Just a pair of low hanging grey sweats…

So many muscles…so much outline…

You’re going to die here.

His hair was still wet and messy as he mimicked Steve; grabbing food and finding a spot on the other side of you on the bed.

“What’s up, kitten? You gonna eat?” He asks before taking a bite.

“Uh, yeah,” you whisper and slide out from between the two giant men. When did it get so hot? You’re suddenly glad for your lack of clothing.

There’s no chairs or a table in this room. It really is the barebones. It’s hard to believe that this is the same hotel with three bedroom suites.

You sit on the edge of the bed, taking Steve’s spot and nibbling on your food quietly.

“Kitten, you know we love you but you’re blocking the TV,” Bucky groans. “Come back up here.” No. No no no no. Not back there between those two big imposing men.

“Your spots still nice and warm for you,” Steve sighs patting the spot in between them. You didn’t need warmth. Warmth was the last thing you needed. But you slide your plate across the bed and scoot back between them.

“Ain’t this nice?” Bucky asks.

“You don’t want a drink, kitten?” Steve wonders.

“Oh no,” you smile. “Beer isn’t really my thing.”

“Shit! We should’ve ordered something for you. We should know you better by now,” Steve sighs.

“Rosé, huh, kitten?” Bucky asks guiltily.

“Yeah, a rosé would be nice but I’m fine,” you insist and shake your bottle of water before taking a sip.

“That’s no fun kitten. We want you to drink with us. I’ll call down and get a bottle.” A whole bottle? Oh no! You attempt to stop the brunet alpha but he’s already on the phone ordering their best bottle.

“Don’t worry about it, kitten. We’ll pay for it,” Steve laughs. That’s not the problem! You almost shout at him but then he uses that alpha influence on you. “Sit back and relax. Please.”

“O-okay,” you whisper and settle back into the pillows.

“Who knew you could be so obedient?” Bucky laughs hanging up the phone. “You never listen to your brother like that?”

These two are not your brother.

“Did you see that play?” Steve shouts.

“He’s going! He going! He’s going!”

“Come on, Evans! Fuck yeah! You’re going to owe me a fortune at the end of the season,” Steve laughs.

“My bracket’s going to turn around. Just you wait, punk.”

“Whatever, jerk.” You smile at their antics. You’ve heard it your entire life but it never stopped being adorable.

“You two are cute.” The words slip from your mouth before you get a chance to stop yourself. Their blue gazes are back on you in an instant.

“Cute, huh?” Bucky smirks, biting his bottom lip slightly. Oh no.

“You would know, wouldn’t you?” Steve grins leaning slightly closer to you. No no no no! You almost claw your way out from between them when there’s another knock at the door. Thank God!

You move to get up but Bucky presses your thigh back down. “Sit. I got it.” He returns only to hand you a glass of wine. “Drink up. You have a whole bottle to get through.”

“There’s no way I’ll finish that, Bucky,” you laugh taking the glass with both hands.

“You won’t know until you try, kitten,” Steve smirks poking your nose with his index finger.

These two are going to kill you.

You’re soon giggling at Bucky’s jokes and leaning into Steve’s touch after your third glass of wine.

“You should’ve seen him. He was puking over the railing. Those poor fish!” Bucky laughs at the man behind you’s expense. Steve attempts to fight off his own laughter, gripping your waist and pulling you closer against him as you laugh at Bucky’s story.

“Whatever. You keep talking shit. I’m going to take a shower,” Steve chuckles and pulls away from you.

“So, kitten, tell me about your first date?”

“What?” You laugh, taking a sip of your wine.

“We told you about ours. I wanna hear about yours,” Bucky smiles running his hand up your thigh.

“Oh, it really isn’t all that interesting. It was just this guy in high school. We went to the movies. I think we saw Superbad or one of those Michael Cera movies. He tried to kiss me before my mom could come get me up but I wasn’t feeling it.”

“You wouldn’t kiss a guy after one of Michael Cera’s attempts at acting?”

“No,” you giggle. “He’s a fine actor. I just wasn’t feeling it,” you shrug.

“Alright, tell me about your first kiss then.”

“My first…?” You ask scrunching your brows up at the alpha. “Umm, well…”

“Don’t tell me you’ve never been kissed,” Bucky laughs leaning a little closer. His hand hitches a little higher on your hip, gripping what’s exposed of your ass. Any other time you would have been running as far away from him as possible but right now his sandalwood and lavender scent is going to send you straight into an early heat.

“Promise not to laugh?” You ask looking up at him through your lashes.

“I won’t. Scouts honor.”

“Like you were ever a scout,” you smile in disbelief. “Well, I didn’t have it until college.”

“Late bloomer, huh?”

You nod. “I went to my first ever college party and got really wasted and I was dancing with this guy.”

“Recipe for disaster,” Bucky grins, pulling you a little closer. You happily curl into him, slotting your leg between his. Your hand comes to rest on his lower stomach. You’ve never felt such strong abs before. You can’t help but feel a little bit. You hope he doesn’t mind.

“I told you not to laugh!” You smile.

“You’re telling the story so dramatically I can’t help it.”

You groan softly and continue your story. “So I was dancing with this guy and my friends were ready to leave so we left and he came with us. Walked with us all the way across campus, it had to have been a couple of miles and he lived close to where the party was.”

“He was trying to get some,” Bucky laughs spanking you softly.

“He was! And he wasn’t subtle about it at all! We were plotting how to ditch him the entire walk. So my friend, Milly, said just make out with him and we’ll have the automatic doors at the dorm lock him out. She didn’t know I’d never kissed a guy so I was just dreading it. Like, why do I care how this guy thinks I kiss but we made it to the dorm. They’re looking at me expectantly, waiting to slam the auto doors on this poor kids face. I just copied what I’d seen on TV, lured him right into the doorway and I just went for it. I literally puffed out my cheeks and pressed my lips against his and he tried to stick his tongue in my mouth and it was horrible! It scared me so much, I stepped back before the girls said go but Milly was on the wrestling team so she has lightning fast reflexes and she slammed the door right on his tongue.” You can’t help the laughter that spills from you and Bucky’s soon follows. “You said you wouldn’t laugh!” You cry pressing your hand against his chest.

“How could you expect me not to laugh at that?” He chuckles. “Poor fucker. Didn’t know what he was getting into with a feisty little omega like you.”

“Feisty? Me?” You laugh.

“Yes, you,” Steve laughs from behind you, sliding back into the bed freshly washed and in only a thin pair of boxers and a tank top. “What’d you do, kitten?” His strong arms wrap around your waist pulling you slightly from Bucky’s grip. One hand splays across you stomach and the other rest a little too high on your ribs to be friendly.

“She was telling me about her first kiss. She’s an evil little thing.”

“Oh, not our kitten. She’s an angel,” Steve admits nuzzling his face in your neck. It feels so good. To be wrapped in two pairs of strong arms. Both their scents settle over you so comfortably. You wish you could drown in it. You practically purr at their touch. In fact…

“Kitten,” Bucky laughs. “Are you purring?”

“No!” You deny quickly pressing away from them. “We should really get ready for bed-”

“Aw, come on, kitten,” Bucky sighs pulling you back down into his embrace. “Hang out with us.” Hang out? The last thing these two were doing was hanging out but you fall back into his arms anyway. “Was your second kiss any better?” Bucky asks distracting you from Steve’s touch.

“W-well, yeah. They were all much better after that.”

“So, you’re a pretty good kisser, huh?” Steve asks pressing his lips against your neck then licking at the sensitive skin there just above your scent gland. “Do you kiss as good as you taste?”

“Wha-! No! Steve!” You whine squirming under his touch.

“Kitten, really. I wish you’d relax for us,” Bucky sighs. “You haven’t slammed anymore tongues into doors?”

You shake your head no while Bucky’s hand grips your ass, pulling you into him and right into something more stiff than his abs but they don’t even give you a chance to react to that.

“Can you show me, kitten? How you kiss?” Steve asks softly, his hand snaking under your tiny shirt and pressing you down onto your back.

“Stevie, Bucky, w-we really shouldn’t be doing this,” you whine looking up into Steve’s ocean eyes. He really does have beautiful eyes.

“Why shouldn’t we?” Bucky asks pressing kisses to your bare shoulder. “You trust us, don’t you?”

“We’d never hurt you, kitten. You have no idea how long we’ve waited to get you away from your brother.”

“Practically since you presented.”

“That long?” You whisper, attempting to look at Bucky.

“You developed all these tantalizing curves, kitten. How could we resist?” There are hands all over your body. You can’t tell which ones belong to who. All you know is that you don’t want them to stop.

“We know you want us,” Steve sighs pressing your tiny shirt up over your breasts. “Your scent is fucking intoxicating.”

“And it spikes like crazy when we’re around. Just let us make you feel good, kitten. If you hate it, we’ll leave you alone,” Bucky promises.

“But we know you’ll love it.” Steve presses down your body and nips at your breast. You whine, spreading your legs to accommodate his large body.

“See? You already love it,” Bucky chuckles. He finally presses his lips to yours and it practically takes your breath away.

“Bucky,” you whimper against his lips as his scents spikes for you.

“Fuck,” Steve groans against your nipples. “Open up for us. Good girl, kitten.” You whine as your core clenches around nothing. You need them. You’ve never needed anyone more in your life. A set of fingers find your clothed core and you arch off the bed dramatically. “Warm her up for me, Buck?”

“You got it, pal,” Bucky chuckles around your lips. So many of your senses were firing at once. You didn’t know what to focus on. Steve’s tongue on your nipples and Bucky’s fingers at your clit. Fuck. It was all too much.

“Please,” you whisper not knowing what you wanted but you needed it.

“Please?” Steve chuckles. “Whatever you want, kitten. We’ll give it to you.”

“But you gotta tell us,” Bucky mutters. His fingers clear your tiny shorts and make contact with your naked pussy. You gasp at the feeling making them both chuckle softly.

“What can we do for you?” Steve asks.

“I-I wanna-I wanna-“

“You wanna what, kitten?” Steve’s mouth sucks at your sensitive nipples and Bucky’s fingers press against your quivering clit.

“Wanna cum!” You whine sharply.

“Yes, ma’am,” Bucky chuckles and pulls away from you along with Steve.

“Wai-! Where are you going?” You pant as they sit back to watch you.

“We need to get rid of all these clothes first,” Steve explains and presses your legs together to pull off your shorts while Bucky tugs your tiny top over your head. Then they work on themselves. Your eyes widen as you watch them peel off their bottoms, revealing their hard red leaking cocks.

“What’s wrong, kitten? You look like you’ve seen a ghost?” Bucky smirks as he tosses away his sweats and grips his heavy erection, a steady stream leaking from it’s tip and making his scent so much more heady.

“You’re alright. Just relax,” Steve’s scent permeates beyond Bucky’s settling over you like a weighted blanket as he strips revealing his own giant cock. Precum bubbles out of his tip in thick globs making you gulp.

“Y-you’re both so big,” you whisper.

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Steve laughs. “We’ll get you nice and warmed up. You’ll barely feel us.” Barely!? You want to run away but you’re paralyzed under their gaze. “Now, let me get a real taste of you.” Steve tugs your legs up over his shoulders until you’re dangling with the top of your head on his lap and staring blankly at a now upside down Bucky. You don’t even have time to think about it before his tongue licks a strip up your core and you’re left screaming for him.

“Told you we’d make you feel good,” Bucky chuckles. “Now look at you. In the perfect position to fill up that cute little hole.”

“Wh-“ But you’re cut off by Bucky tapping his tip against your bottom lips. “That’s not gonna fit!” You protest but it’s on deaf ears as he presses past your lips into your hot, wet mouth.

“See? We know what we’re doing, kitten. Trust us,” Bucky sighs as he strokes himself against your lips. A hand wraps around one of yours and guides it around his thick member, showing you how hard to squeeze. “There you go, kitten. Good girl. Just like that. Fuck. How long do you think she can stay like this, Stevie?”

Steve pulls away long enough to mutter, “Until she cums,” before diving back into your hot pussy.

You whine around your oral burden feeling the blood simultaneously rush to your head and your core until you feel like you’ll pass out from the pressure. Your whimpers get more frantic and your attention on Bucky’s cocks gets more spotty until you’re legs are clamped around Steve’s head for dear life. You get so close as everything gets so dark and fuzzy around the edges. You can’t hold on anymore. Your eyes flutter shut just as sparkles burst behind your lids and you cum flooding into Steve’s awaiting mouth.

Fuck…

Fuck!

Your eyes wretch open at the impossible stretch inside your core. “Ah! Ahhh! Stevie! Bucky!” You cry out softly as the walls of flesh around you start to console you.

“Hey! Hey, kitten. You’re okay. Calm down,” Steve instructs, his scent starting to lull you into a sense of security as his fingers stroke your cheek gently.

“We told you you’d barely feel it,” Bucky laughs from behind you.

You feel it now! He feels impossibly large and how is he fucking you twice?

You glance down to see between your and Steve’s bodies.

No. No no no no! You let out a strangled scream as the pain of having two monster cocks inside of you starts register.

“Hey! Relax!” Bucky barks. “It feels good, doesn’t it? Being this full of us?”

“Just imagine being full of our babies,” Steve grunts.

“Fuck, you’d look so beautiful. All round with huge, leaking tits,” Bucky chuckles as his fingers dance across your hard nipples.

“You aren’t on birth control, are you?”

“N-no,” you whisper, smothering your face is Steve’s shoulder.

“Good,” they both reply at once. Not good. You weren’t ready for babies. You didn’t even have a mate…

“Stop,” Bucky calls to his partner sensing your distress first. “What wrong, kitten?”

“Tell us. Let us fix it,” Steve seconds as they both still inside of you.

You can barely think straight with them stretching you like this let alone reply.

“Can’t-can’t have a baby,” you strain.

“Why not?” Steve asks, stroking your braids from your face before cupping your face.

“I-we-we’re not-“

“Out with it, kitten,” Bucky groans smacking the side of your ass.

“Bucky,” Steve reprimands. “Talk to us, kitten.”

“We’re not mated!” You finally moan into Steve’s shoulder.

“Oh?” Steve laughs.

“Is that all?” Bucky chuckles. “Don’t worry about that.”

“You’ll have marks all over you by Sunday. No one will ever question who you belong to,” Steve smirks before gripping your hips and beginning to thrust into you anew. Bucky follows suit and you wonder just how much the human body can take before it splits in half. It’s too much. Far too much. They’re too big! They take up too much space in your little body. Just when you think you’ll pass out again Steve grumbles that he’s going to cum and Bucky mimics his notion shortly afterwards.

“Please, please, please,” you chant, slurring your speech with how close your own release is.

Then one of them hits that spot just right and you’re screaming for them, clinching around them enough that they cum spilling inside of you. And then you’re left screaming again as their knots pop into place keeping all that essence bottle up inside you as they continue to spew their seed.

You gasp as you feel your belly bloat with all of it, bowing outward against Steve’s strong abs.

“Too much!” You whine at the feeling. Too full. Too tight. Too heavy. Far too much.

“Hey! I know. I know. It’s a lot. Hang in there for us,” Bucky attempts to soothe but you immediately feel another round of hot cum paint your insides and ballooning your stomach even more.

“Can’t!” You cry but both men rub your arms and your face, attempting to calm you just enough to get you on your side. Bucky’s hand finds your bloated stomach and rubs soft circles into it while Steve whispers sweet praises in your ear.

“You were so good for us, kitten. The best girl we could ask for. You gonna hold on to all that hot cum and make us a bunch of babies?” You can only nod slightly as you attempt to get comfortable. Your quickened breaths eventually get heavier as you start to doze off. “There you go, kitten. Get some rest. You deserve it.”

“She’s tight as a drum, Stevie,” Bucky sighs as his fingers find your navel. It’s straining against the need to pop to give the cum inside you a little extra room.

“We might have over done it,” Steve chuckles until he feels his partner starting to strain against his knot. “The fuck are you doing?

“She’s just so hot like this. I can’t help it,” Bucky groans as he humps into their little partner.

“Fuck, Buck!” Steve hisses trying to ignore the friction against his own cock. “You’re gonna make me cum!” But Bucky just ignores him thrusting shallowly into you while you sleep.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fu-“ Bucky sighs cumming into you once more and pulling Steve closely behind with him. You whimper softly in your sleep as your tummy bows out even more.

“Fuck, Buck! No more. She can’t handle it,” Steve says with an air of authority as he holds you against him protectively.

“I’m exhausted anyway,” the brunet yawns and cups your breast and your stomach as he follows you into sleep.

You wake up far more bloated than you remember when you fell asleep but at least both your alphas knots had gone down.

Your alphas…

It was interesting to think of them like that after so long of them being your brother’s friends. Your alphas sounds…nice.

You scramble from between the two sleeping giants and rush to the bathroom to release the load they deposited in you. You watch your bloated stomach deflate and wonder what pregnancy would be like.

You quickly shake your head of the thought. No babies without mating! You don’t care how much your omega instincts want to take over, that was never going to happen!

You return to the main room and find Bucky and Steve had turned into more comfortable positions without being knotted inside of you. You still crawl in between them and curl over Bucky’s chest in exhaustion.

“Hey? You alright?” He yawns feeling your weight as you nuzzle into him. You just nod and attempt to snuggle further into his chest. “Hang on. I want my pick of spots. Sit up for a second.” You sleepily obey, sitting on your heels before him while he scrutinizes you. He tilts your head to the left and bares his fangs into your shoulder right above your scent gland. Your eyes widen at how simple it is. No posturing. No rituals. Just a mark and you already feel more drawn to him. “There. All mine,” Bucky smiles proudly. “Punk! Wake up and claim her!” You can’t help but giggle at the two before you slide into Steve’s arms. You hold up your head on the opposite side of Bucky’s for him and that’s it. He’s marked you for life. You feel his pull start to tug you in as well as you press a kiss to his lips. You crawl from his arms and attempt to curl back in between them.

“You are far too active for a pregnant woman,” Steve mutters turning over to face you. “It obviously didn’t take and we need to try again.”

“I agree,” Bucky laughs only for you to protest and use the sheets as a shield against them.

“We have all weekend, right? You two can destroy me again tomorrow?”

Bucky smirks at you knowingly before averting his gaze to Steve. “Only if that’s a promise, ‘mega.” Your eyes widen at your brunet alpha.

“Goodnight, kitten,” Steve wishes and presses a kiss to your temple. “Get some rest. You’re gonna need it.”

You were suddenly very awake.

“Kitten? Rise and shine, my beautiful little omega.” You curl further into the sheets after hearing your name.

“Too early,” you mumble.

“What happened to you being ours today? You promised.” You whine softly and peek from the pillows to see Bucky watching you expectantly. He’s already dressed for the day and so is Steve as he rubs your back from behind you. So sore. You wiggle your hips hoping to alleviate the pain but it doesn’t help.

“We should let her sleep in,” Steve sighs pulling you closer to him.

“She’s fine,” Bucky insists. “Get up and get dressed.” You stretch against Steve’s body, the sheets falling away from you and instantly reminding you that you’re completely naked. You let out a soft gasp and cover your chest out of instinct completely forgetting about last night’s activities.

“Shy all of the sudden?” Steve laughs and kisses your cheek. “You don’t have to hide from us. Come on. Get up.” You roll from the bed and stumble into the bathroom as the events from the previous evening start to flood your mind. You’re mated now. To your brother’s best friends...

He’s going to kill them.

Your eyes widen at the thought before you catch yourself in your reflection. Your braids are a tangled mess but under them you see two sets of semi circular marks on either side of your neck. You really are theirs now.

A shutter runs through your body and ends right at your core.

Theirs.

Your alphas.

This is kind of a lot to spring on someone after one night. You laugh at the situation. You never in a million years thought you’d be mated to Steve and Bucky. Sure you fantasized about it but it was never something you thought would become your reality.

You emerge from the bathroom freshly dressed in a short sun dress. “There she is,” Bucky smiles and pulls you into his arms. “You look so cute all dolled up for us.” You stand on your toes and press a kiss to his lips. He hums positively and pulls you back for more.

Steve chuckles from behind you. “Let her go so we can get some food. Gotta keep our little omega fed.”

You giggle and grab Steve’s hand as he leads you down to the hotel restaurant.

Your first time in public as a mated omega is interesting. All the attention you’re used to getting is gone? Well, not really gone. Alphas still look but they notice the marks you proudly bare on your neck and quickly glance away. It also didn’t help that your alphas were constantly all over you: making your plate, feeding you, making sure you got exactly what you wanted.

“Grab a jacket and something to keep you entertained,” Bucky instructs when you head back to the room.

“Am I going fishing with you guys?” You ask, stretching and yawning. You just wanted to go back to sleep. Steve gives you a positive hum while he gathers his things. “I can just hang out here. Get a massage or something,” you suggest. “Maybe a bigger room will be ready and I can move our stuff…”

“Nah, you can’t do that by yourself,” Bucky denies. “And we want you with us, kitten. It’ll be fun. Better than this stuffy hotel.”

“If you insist,” you sigh and follow them out to the truck. It’s a short drive to their fishing spot, maybe a little over half an hour. They’re quiet as the set up their gear so you set up a folding chair out of their way and work on your town.

“Kitten, you didn’t think you’d sit over there with your game all day, did you?” Bucky laughs calling you over. He grips your thigh under your dress and places a kiss on your hand.

“Is this fishing? Sitting around in the sun by the water?” You ask seeing their set up: a case of beers and a baseball game streaming on one of their iPads. How were they even getting a signal out here?

“Basically,” Steve smirks up at you, those beautiful eyes squinting in the sun. “I’m glad you wore a dress today. Less to work around.”

“Huh?” You question dumbly.

“Kitten, you remember how you promised to make us a baby this weekend?” Bucky asks pulling you closer by your leg.

“Right now?” You blanch looking around the forested landscape.

“Yes, right now. We have plenty of time.”

“What if someone sees?” You ask quietly.

“They’d get a beautiful show,” Steve sighs as Bucky’s hand snakes further up your leg to find your panties. He repositions you between his thighs before tugging the little piece of fabric down your legs. Bucky presses a kiss to your stomach just before his fingers find your slit.“Bucky,” you whisper, your face heating in embarrassment.

“Open up for me, kitten.” He kicks your feet apart and you fall into him, gripping his shoulders to keep your balance. His fingers tuck into your core, making a beaconing motion and immediately finding that spot he abused the night before. You let out a soft shriek as you grip his strong shoulders. Bucky lets out a satisfied hum and kisses your cleavage. “You’re so perfect for us. So glad we have you.”

“My alphas,” you breathe.

“Our perfect little omega,” Steve sighs stepping behind you hiking up your skirt over your ass. “With the best ass on the planet,” you hear the smile in his voice right before he smacks your ass roughly. “Open her up a little more for me, Buck.”

Bucky grips your ass and pulls your knees over his thighs on his folding chair. “Shit. Hold on,” Bucky grunts and stands with your legs around his waist. “Jacket, Stevie?”

Steve lays his jacket down for you to rest your knees on.

“Thank you, Stevie,” you smile.

“Anything for you, kitten.” Steve kisses you but you chase after his lips wanting more, both of their scents calming your nerves a little.

“Is this the same omega who was worried about being caught?” Bucky laughs gripping your bare ass.

“Bucky,” you giggle squirming in his grip.

“Calm down. We’re going to fuck you no matter what,” Steve jokes and kisses you once more. Bucky sits back down with your legs spread open for Steve, you can already feel your juices slipping from your core for them.

“There’s still some cum in you, kitten,” Steve sighs, swiping his fingers through your folds.

“I-it’s your fault,” you whimper.

Steve hums back, the sound of it runs straight down to your core. “My fault? It seems like I have a little kitten who needs to learn to clean up her messes.”

You drop your face into the bend of Bucky’s neck and inhale his scent. It’s so potent and heady you can barely think straight.

“Someone’s getting a little hazy,” Bucky sighs. “Your heat starting, kitten?”

“N-no!” You quickly deny and pull away from him.

“It’s okay. Come back.” He pulls you back into his embrace. “It’s okay if you can’t control it. That’s why we’re here.”

“Let us take care of that pesky heat,” Steve sighs. “You just be our sweet little omega.”

“Speaking of being our sweet little omega, do you wanna mark us, kitten?” Bucky asks pressing his lips to the mark Steve left on your shoulder.

“Y-you want me to…?” You question, your lids starting to feel heavy from the hormones suddenly overtaking your system.

Bucky gives you an affirmative hum, his lips never leaving your skin.

The thought never crossed your mind. You always assumed you’d belong to your alpha. Not the other way around.

It didn’t seem normal. Or, at least, no one ever talked about it.

“You’re sure you want me?” You whisper, trying to fight back the heat for a moment. It was coming no matter what at this point. It’s just a matter of letting it come.

“Kitten, we told you last night. We’ve wanted you for years,” Steve sighs, tilting your head back so you can see him.

“But you’re like a skittish little cat. You run at the first sign of danger. So we had to corner you,” Bucky adds trailing his fingers along your exposed cleavage.

“Get you alone, away from that protective brother of yours,” Steve smirks and kisses your forehead before releasing you.

“We want you, kitten. We have rooms made for you at our homes. Our kitchens are stocked with your favorite foods on the off chance you might come by. We just need you to submit.”

“B-both of you?” You breathe, glancing between the two of them.

“We’re a package deal, sweetheart,” Steve chuckles.

You watch Bucky’s chest for a moment, your fingers gripping his Henley lightly. You glance up at his blue eyes before shifting your gaze to his scent gland.

You nod slightly before leaning down to meet his skin. You kiss the area, trailing kisses until you find the perfect spot for your mark. Then you bite down hard and Bucky’s scent explodes for you. A fresh wave a slick coats your core and you almost feel faint.

“…so good,” you sigh out, mostly to yourself.

“If you like that, just wait for my rut,” Bucky grunts in your ear making your face heat. Everything suddenly feels so hot and your skin is so sensitive.

“My turn?” Steve asks, picking you up to cradle you against his chest. You nod and wrap your arms around his shoulders. You nuzzle against his neck, finding the perfect spot on him as well. Your lips explore his skin before you finally bite down. A whine escapes you as Steve’s scent overwhelms your senses. You grip his shoulders as a cramp runs through your body.

“Fuck, kitten, I felt that,” Steve groans.

“You need someone to scratch that itch?” Bucky asks.

“It’s more than an itch, Buck. She needs to get fucked,” Steve laughs and places you back in his lap.

“Is that right, kitten? You need to get fucked?” A soft whine escapes your lips as you squirm in Bucky’s lap.

You nod weakly. There’s no use in hiding it now. They know you carnally. They feel everything you feel and they definitely feel the slick dripping down your thighs.

“Good girl,” Steve sighs. Steve spreads your lips with his fingers and thrusts in so slowly you feel every ridge and vein adorning his cock. The moan that escapes your lips is feral. You need this. You need them.

Steve completely buries himself in you and your jaw falls open dumbly.

“Fuck,” Steve groans. “You feels amazing, kitten.”

You feel your core clinch around him so tightly it’s almost painful.

Bucky lifts you up while you’re still impaled on Steve’s cock. He unzips his own pants and spreads your cheeks. His fingers wipe up the slick seeping out of your core before fingering your puckered hole.

“Deep breath kitten,” he sighs as he massages your insides, spreading the slick until you’re nice and slippery. “Keep breathing for me.”

Then you feel him. His thick head starting to breech that hole where it definitely shouldn’t.

“Too big,” you whine and struggle between them but before you know it, Bucky is fully sheathed within you.

Part of starts to panic as your heart and breaths race.

“Calm down, little omega. We’re gonna take care of you,” Steve coos.

“Very good care of you,” Bucky agrees.

You return to the hotel and the woman at the front desks apologizes again and hands Steve the keycards to the room he initially booked. The three of you look at each other before Steve speaks. “Actually, do you have any king suites available?”

You let your alphas carry your luggage to your new room. There were much more amenities than the last one. A kitchenette, a jacuzzi, a separate living room and bedroom.

“This a little better kitten?” Bucky asks wrapping his arms around your waist.

You nod and accept a kiss. Your phone vibrates on the table and a picture of your brother pops up on the screen. You pull away from Bucky’s grip and press a kiss to his lips before answering your phone.

“Hey, Sammy! How you feeling?”

“Way better! So I drove out to meet you guys. I knew you didn’t want to be left alone with those jokers for too long.” Your eyes widen and meet Bucky’s gaze like a deer in a set of headlights.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asks throwing himself on the bed after he finishes unpacking again.

“Um, S-Sam…Sam is-Sam is…”

Bucky plucks the phone from your fingers. “Hello?” Bucky asks all concern but his face quickly lights up. “Hey! Yeah! Come on up. Room 532.” He hangs up your phone and places it back in your hands. “Sammy’s here,” he tells Steve as if it’s completely normal.

“Cool! I’m glad he’s feeling better.”

“The couch pulls out. I’m not moving rooms again,” Bucky sighs and pulls you to the bed.

“Wait!” You cry. “He-he’s gonna know. He’s gonna kill us!”

“I’d like to see him try,” Bucky laughs rubbing your stomach comfortably. “What are we doing for dinner?”

“I was just looking…there’s a steak house in town, twenty minutes away.”

“Steak sounds good. Anything for our kitten there?”

“They have salmon, shrimp risotto, oh! Lobster ravioli! You love lobster ravioli.” You do love lobster ravioli but your brother is about to see that his two best friends obviously fucked his little sister and you were all about to be on his shit list.

How can they be so calm about this?

There’s a knock at the door all too soon before you could even start to process a defense for the situation.

Steve gets up to answer the door and you hear the two best friends greet each other. Sam sounds so happy.

Too happy!

You start to panic when Bucky’s hand finds yours.

“Hey, relax. We’ll handle this. That’s what alphas are for.”

“Where my baby sister?” You hear Sam call and you pull away from Bucky and stumble from the bedroom. Steve brushes your lower back as you step up to Sam. You look up into his brown eyes and he instantly knows something is off.

He inhales your scent and sets a glare on Steve. “You fucked my little sister.” It wasn’t a question.

“Can you blame us, Sam? We’ve wanted her for far too long. We weren’t going to pass this up.”

“We? Both of you?” His gaze falls back on you. “Are you okay?”

You cock your head to the side. Are you okay? You let out a laugh and fall into a fit of giggles. “Surprisingly, I survived,” you breathe out through your laughter.

“Are you okay with this?” Sam asks once you sober.

You glance between the two men on either side of you. “I’m really happy, actually. They’re perfect,” you smile and grip Steve’s hand.

Sam glances between the three of you. “As long as you’re happy.”

“Anyway, we were thinking steak for dinner. You hungry?” Bucky asks and grabs Sam’s bag off of his shoulder.

“Starving,” Sam sighs. “Traffic was horrible.”

“Right? Poor kitten’s switch died and she was stuck just listening to us. She’s a fucking saint for that.” You giggle falling into Bucky’s chest.

“I think I fell asleep at some point,” you smile.

“And the room situation has been a nightmare. You don’t mind sleeping on the pull out?” Steve asks leading your brother into the room.

“Let me guess, they were out of three bedrooms and it was the one bed situation and now I have to watch my sister and my two best friends act like mates?”

“Yeah! That’s exactly it, actually,” Steve laughs.

“And we did mate her. You’re pretty good at this, Samuel,” Bucky smirks.

Sam looks between the three of you absolutely dumbfounded. “Alright,” he lets out a shaky exhale. “Give me a few days to adjust to this. Please.”

Bucky grins cheekily. “Should we start calling you brother, yet?”

“What about ‘a few of days’ aren’t you getting, Buck?”

“Your sister’s anything but quiet so you’re gonna hear about it all night,” Steve smirks.

“You know what, I’m just going to get my own room. I don’t wanna hear it.” You giggle softly at your brother’s comment. “Just don’t hurt my sister and you three can do whatever you want.”

“You know we could never, Sammy,” Steve grins.

“At least not in a way she wouldn’t beg for,” Bucky smirks.

“Stop! I told you I don’t wanna hear it. I’m not listening,” Sam calls before grabbing his bag and heading back downstairs.

“Wouldn’t it be funny if the only room left was the one next door?” Steve hums, pulling you closer and resting his chin on your head.

“Or the one we just left,” Bucky muses.

“Fine! I’ll get a different hotel!” Sam groans making you laugh again.

“Be nice, boys. We’ll behave.”

“You have to behave first, kitten,” Steve mutters before pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Definitely staying in a different hotel,” Sam sighs.

“Yeah, whatever,” Bucky smirks. “Like you’ll leave her alone with us for another night. Let’s go get some food.”

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I'm late but Happy Valentine's Day y'all 💗 a huge huge huge thank you to my lovely @fraugwinska for this lovely banner she created for me for this fic bc I was struggling xD also a big thank you to my wives @hazelfoureyes @sugoi-writes @minkdelovely for the idea 👀

Vox has a very special outfit for you for Valentine's Day.

Tags: Vox in Lingerie; gratuitous descriptions of said lingerie; deepthroating; mirror sex; porn with Feelings™️

When Vox had shown up at your apartment door to take you out for an evening, he looked fantastic as he always did. You thought he looked great no matter what he wore- his usual business casual, the ‘dressed down’ version with his rolled up sleeves and just his vest, the shark adorned pajama pants you had gotten him as a joke that he slept in twice a week minimum. But this Vox was something you weren’t treated to often. That smooth, suave smile of his in place when he met you on the stoop; the dark blue of his complexion complimented by the smooth black fabric of his suit; a bright red flower perched in his breast pocket that matched the bowtie at his throat.

Perfection- he wore the brand of his company well.

He threw an arm around your shoulders confidently, only to nearly jump a mile when you threaded your arm around his back like you usually did. Eyebrow quirked, you smile when you see the blush that takes over his screen but allow him to guide you without comment into the back seat of the limo he had ordered for the two of you.

Setting into the comfortable leather, you go to rest your hand on his knee and he jerks out of your reach, scooting almost all the way across the seat. “You’re unusually jumpy today,” you remark, and the blush returns, tinted pixels across his screen that he probably doesn’t even realize are giving him away.

He waves you off. “It’s not every day I’m going on an honest-to-Satan date with a gorgeous Sinner on Valentine’s day,” he grins back, finally coming closer and wrapping an arm across your shoulders again, body angled slightly away. “Forgive a guy for being a little nervous- I don’t want to mess anything up tonight.” The smile he gives you is soft, downright adoring, and your own face flushes dark with heat as you look away.

The silence between you is never awkward. There had been times, when you were still just one of Velvette’s assistants, that moments that weren’t filled with talking or laughing or moaning felt stifling- as you had gotten to know each other that faded, and now you spent evenings in his penthouse seated at the bar together; looking over magazine spreads while he read emails in silence, hand clasped together resting on the countertop between you.

The restaurant he takes you to is fancy, expensive, and packed- like one would expect on a holiday like this one. But Vox, of course, had sprung for a VIP experience, seating you at a table on a balcony overlooking the crowd, soft candlelight filling the space and enough roses to choke a cupid. Ever the fashion enthusiast, you delighted in the opportunity to people-watch from above, eyes gliding appreciatively- and sometimes judgingly- across the outfits that the masses of Hell had worn out for the special occasion.

When Vox flags the waiter down, he catches his fingers on the edge of his collar and tugs gently- just enough to loosen the tightness of his bowtie a smidge. And as he does so you catch sight of it, a glimpse of bright color at his throat that contrasts beautifully against the dark navy of his skin.

Lace.

Your stomach turns with such a sharp bolt of arousal that you’re almost embarrassed by it. Your cheeks flood with heat while he speaks with the waiter, muttering as he gestured to the menu and complained about the wine choices that were available. His shirt has returned to it’s normal position; the sight you had caught was so brief that you could almost think that you had imagined the delicate scrap of red were it not for the conversation you had had with Vox months ago.

Tipsy on whiskey in his penthouse a few months into your entanglement, Valentino had swanned in to complain and strode out with the same sass he usually had about him, and your eyes had lingered as he spoke on the bright teal crisscrossed lines of the top he wore. They drew your eyes to specific places strategically- the arch of his collarbones, the V of his abdomen, the sharp angles of his hips. Val might have been an asshole most of the time, but you would concede that the moth knew what looked good; especially on himself.

Vox had caught the look on your face while his partner had been talking. “Got your eye on Val?” He had asked a little testily, eyes narrowed as his fingers settled a little more possessively onto your thigh where you sat next to him, legs draped sideways across his. “One powerful Vee not enough for you, doll? Trying to collect a set?”

You had rolled your eyes, scooting closer to fully perch yourself in his lap so you could run your fingers over his skin, trail them teasingly down the sides of his screen. “You’re the only one for me,” you assured him, and pretended you didn’t hear the little wheeze of relieved air from the fans on the back of his head. “I was just admiring Val’s outfit- pretty packaging is pretty packaging, regardless of the present underneath. He always looks good, especially when he wears stuff like that. I appreciate it when a man isn’t afraid of a little lace and color.”

He had chuckled, low and dark as he leaned in and trailed his tongue along the column of your neck. “I’m not afraid of anything,” he whispered, the heat of his screen warm and comforting against your cheek. “You wanna see me dolled up, is that it? Wrapped in some delicate, frilly nonsense like this?” He had slipped his hand up under your shirt then, his thumb brushing gently across the soft satin and lace that covered the underside of your breast, forcing a breathy moan from your lips to ghost across his screen. “I think it looks better on you, but… we could talk about it.”

“You- ahh, you would do that for me?” His claw had flicked across your nipple through the thin fabric, his other hand coming up to turn you so you were facing him properly in his lap and starting to divest you of your clothing, paying a little more attention than he normally did to properly taking your underthings off rather than just tearing them. “Really?”

You remembered how turned on you had been just at the implication- that he would dress up for you, put that ruthless businessman facade on the shelf for a bit so you could ogle him in pretty clothing, maybe even lingerie if his automatic pull to your own undergarments could be a hint at what he would be willing to do. He had agreed enthusiastically as he stripped you, but once your clothes were off the idea had taken a back seat to riding Vox until his screen glitched out.

You thought he had forgotten; something he had probably dismissed as drunken rambling on your part, and an unspoken promise he would never have to fulfill on his end. But now that the possibility of it was there- that he was wearing something soft and pretty under his suit, just for you- you couldn’t shake the consuming lust that now boiled low in your abdomen, a flutter of the walls of your cunt at the thought.

The thought of it was hot- confirmation would be devastating.

You had to know. You wait until the waiter leaves and then you toe off one of your impractical heels and reach across the scant distance under the table, and Vox jerks in his seat when you make contact with the clothed surface of his calf. His eyes are wide when he looks up at you, the blush back in place, and the fact that his usual cocky smirk is nowhere to be found is the most damning evidence so far- this would hardly be the first time you had fooled around in public. Any other night he would be scooting his chair around to be closer to yours, sliding his fingers up under your dress to find you bare of any panties, casually unzipping his slacks under the cover of the tablecloth.

That he freezes like a deer is all the proof you need.

You brush your toe teasingly along the back of his muscle, leaning forward with your elbows on the table. “You look really good tonight,” you say, just loud enough for him to hear without having to enhance his audio processors.

He tries to play it off, unfolding his napkin and placing it in his lap as he chuckles. “That’s all part of the image, baby,” he tells you. “I can never look less than my best when I’m out- that’s why I keep you on my arm.”

He’s trying to deflect, you can tell- he knows something is up, that you suspect. But you didn’t end up a permanent fixture in Vox’s bed by playing coy about what you wanted, so you let your foot trail even higher, along the curve of his knee to rest on the firm muscle of his thigh. And there- Something firm under the fabric of his pants. You could feel the seam of something- a garter maybe, which made your breath catch and your panties damp. He hadn’t just thrown on a pretty top under his clothing and called it a day.

He had dressed up in a whole set for you.

You tug lightly at the strap that you feel under your foot, and Vox’s screen whites out for a moment. When his face blinks back on, an error message runs along the bottom: ohfuck.exe repeated in a rapidly blinking line. “Mmm, but I think you look extra good tonight. You know how I feel about good things in pretty packages.” You reach the final distance across the space between you, settling your foot directly in the gap between his thighs and pressing lightly. “Do you have something for me to unwrap later, Vox darling?”

And Sweet Satan, what a thrill it was to watch one of the most well spoken and influential men in Hell stutter over his words as he tried to speak. “I don’t- ahem, I’m not sure what you mean?” He stiffens his shoulders, grabs your foot between his legs in an effort to regain control of the situation. “And even if I did, something like that would be a surprise.”

You can feel the swell of his erection through his pants even as he tries to divert the location of your foot away from it. “I’m certainly surprised,” you concede, “and I can’t wait to see everything you have in store for me.” The waiter returns to pour you both a glass of some fancy wine that you can’t pronounce, and you take a sip while watching him over the rim of your glass through lowered lashes. After taking your orders he steps away again, and you admit defeat and remove your foot from Vox’s grasp.

That doesn’t mean that you’re giving up entirely though. “Why don’t you join me over here?” You offer, gesturing to the open space beside you while you use a toe to drag your heel close and slip it back on- you flutter your lashes deceptively. “I promise I’ll behave.”

You had no plans to do any such thing. And he doesn’t look like he believes you, but he scoots his chair closer anyway, careful not to disturb the table as he moves to sit in the most optimal position for you to misbehave under normal circumstances- on your right, with his back facing the thick curtain that blocked you from the rest of the restaurant. In a show of good faith, you keep your hands to yourself for the moment, pleased when he leans over to press a light kiss to your forehead before settling back into his chair.

You wait until he’s taken a sip of his own wine before reaching over to ghost your hand along his spine.

Vox chokes, quietly coughing under his breath while you touch him over his suit. And you can feel it; the thick strip of a bra where the hooks rest, the straps that reach up over his shoulder, some other pieces that you can’t identify but are dying to set your eyes on. You’ve hardly started to reach towards his waist to see what delights awaited you there when he finally regains his composure and grabs your arm. He intertwines his fingers with yours and sets them together firmly on the table.

“What happened to behaving yourself?” He says lowly, and you reach across with your other hand to caress the edge of his casing.

“How can I behave myself when I know something so tantalizing is waiting for me when we get home?” You tilt your head to one side, giving him your most pleading look. “I’m more than half tempted to forgo dinner altogether to get what I want, but I know you put a lot of thought into the date.”

You’ll never tire of watching his screen go red with an artificial blush. “Actually most of the actual planning went into the- surprise,” he admits reluctantly. “Who knew custom-made items like this took so long to make? The reservation was a well placed phone call and a threat to drag their name through twelve different kinds of shit on every channel; I just thought you’d want- you know, a little more of that romantic shit than we usually go for.”

You can feel your seductive expression fade and go soft, and you squeeze his hand tightly in yours. “I am having a great time here,” you tell him, “but in truth, there’s very few things that I can think of that are more romantic than knowing you’ve stepped out of your comfort zone- clothing wise- to do something fantastic for me.” You reach out and tug at his bowtie, getting another hint of that red fabric under his collar before you lean in, whisper gently into his audio processors. “It’s incredibly sexy and I haven’t even seen it yet.”

“Fuck me,” he breathes out. His screen glitches again, a fleeting crackle of white across it before he coughs and straightens his shoulders. “Right then- if you’re okay with it, doll, I suggest we get the fuck out of here.” He stands and offers you a hand, the picture of a suave gentleman- anyone else would never think that he was rushing to leave so you could strip that suit off him to see the lingerie he wore underneath it.

“Perfectly okay with me.” You take his hand and let him lead you out of the balcony, swiping the bottle of wine on your way. Vox ignores the protest of the waiter as he pulls you along, and the certain ridiculousness of the sight- Hell’s most notorious CEO dragging his girlfriend out of a distinguished restaurant by the hand while she clings to a pilfered bottle of expensive wine- was enough to make you laugh, a loud sound that drew attention as the pair of you raced through the restaurant. Vox heard the sound and grinned over his shoulder at you, a text bubble in the bottom corner of his screen confirming that his driver was already waiting at the front.

You pile into the limo, careful not to spill the wine as Vox clambers in after you, pulling you in close to kiss at your throat. “I hope you know how fucking nerve-wracking this has been,” he mutters, teeth nipping at your sensitive skin. “The things I do for you-”

“Are very much appreciated,” you say, “and definitely getting you laid tonight.” He groans into your ear, hot and low, and nearly sputters when you pull back. “But we’re not fucking in the limo. We’re waiting until we get home so I can peel that sexy fucking suit off you and see exactly what you have for me.”

He grumbles under his breath as you separate and take a long swig of the wine straight from the neck before passing it over to him.

The ride back to Vee tower feels too long, and your skin buzzes with anticipation, adrenaline and a simmering arousal that makes you feel as though your blood is on fire. You’ve hardly pulled into the parking garage before Vox reaches across the seat and pulls you into his chest, the door opening while the vehicle was still moving to zap the pair of you into the tower’s electrical system.

You’re deposited directly into the Penthouse bedroom; as reluctant as you are to pull away from him, the lights are completely out and the whole point of this was to see him. You mumble as much into his throat and he changes whatever setting he has to bring the room to brightness before you bite down and suck a dark bruise into the skin- one that would look lovely above that first bit of red lace you had seen.

He releases you and reaches for his buttons, nerves giving a barely noticeable tremor to his hands. “Just gonna sit back and enjoy the show?” He asks, and an eyebrow quirks when you still his fingers with your own and move them out of the way.

“Let me,” you say. “I want to be the one to do it- to unwrap you. You have no idea how much I need this.” And at your request his hands fall limply to his sides to let you have your way.

Inch by inch his suit was divested, revealing a vision so tantalizing you had to fight to keep your hands on his clothing instead of his skin. Vibrant red everywhere you looked- as you unbuttoned his shirt you were treated to a feast of silk and lace that clung to his skin like it had been painted on with a masterful, loving hand. What appears to be a fabric collar rested at his throat, the culprit of the first glimpse that you had gotten back at the restaurant- it sat pretty in the hollow of his throat, a strap bisecting his chest before it parted ways to wrap around his back, just above his waistline. The bra that covered his chest had nothing to truly fill it, but your mouth watered regardless when you tested your restraint and dipped your thumb beneath the cup to brush across one of his nipples- likely sensitive after wearing the unfamiliar material so long, Vox hissed at the sensation as you continued to undress him.

Reaching the buttons at his abdomen, a tight corset is hidden beneath the fabric, straps descending below the waistline of his pants to attach to the long socks that he had mentioned. The need to see him overwhelms you, your panties soaked beneath your own clothes that you hadn’t bothered to start removing yet, but the strip was part of the fun. You got to watch him lose his breath as you popped the button on his slacks, letting them simply pool high on his thighs where your leg was shoved between them while you positively drool at the tight cinch of his already thin waist. It doesn’t seem to be cutting into his skin, fitting like it was made for him- and knowing that he likely wouldn’t have gone to Velvette for this, you wonder distantly how he had gotten something so perfectly custom. You take a half step back, letting the fabric of his pants finally fall to his ankles without your thigh between his legs in the way.

Fuck.

Thigh high stockings, a sheer crimson, encase his legs, held in place by a simple snap that connects to the corset. And at the apex of his thighs, dainty panties that make the swell of Vox’s erection look obscene. You allow yourself a moment of contact, a hand placed gently on his arm to turn him so you could take a look from the back as well; he complies without protest, rotating on one stocking-clad heel. The back of his body is another landscape of beauty, dark navy interrupted only by the occasional light mark of a scar and the lingerie. Normally you didn’t pay much mind to his ass- he was obsessed with yours, but never gave you much of a chance to ogle his in return- but the thin strip of scarlet that peeked between his cheeks made it look pert, plush. The top of the panties rested enticingly on his hips, just below the bottom of the corset; the lines that the rest of the ensemble made were just as maddening, crisscrossed along his back and bringing your attention to the subtle musculature of his entire body, covered as it was in soft, sweet packaging. The femininity of the ensemble emphasized how toned he was, delicate frailty adorning his masculine form in such a way that you ached to press trembling lips to everything you could reach.

“Sweet Satan,” you finally mutter under your breath, the air leaving your lungs in the face of such awe-inspiring sensuality, and Vox stiffens up in front of you.

“Haah, finally gonna say something?” He asks, his hands clenching into fists at his side- you can tell he’s fighting the instinct to move them, to cover himself up. “Not as good as Val makes it look, I’m sure, but-”

“Shut up,” you interrupt him sternly, “and let me look at you.”

Your silence until now seems to have made him self conscious, like he didn’t just know somehow that your restraint was a mere thread of a tether keeping you from shoving him into the bed and clearing any thoughts from that boxy head of his. You turn him around again, this time allowing yourself to touch the bits of bare skin beneath your fingers until he’s facing you again, then stepping up on your tiptoes to kiss him with a shuddering breath.

He finally touches you back, pulling you closer as you slip your tongue into his mouth, the hard ridge of his cock pressing against your soft stomach. This was always one of your favorite parts of spending time together- unhurried kissing, gentle touches, simply taking the time to drink your fill of one another. “How can someone so intelligent,” you ask him as you pull away from his screen, “be so blind?” You press your lips to his pulse point, feeling the rapid beat of his heart where you’re connected, another physical reminder of the way that you affect him beyond making him hard. He’s nervous to be exposed in front of you like this, unaware of how desperately you need him, how fucking fantastic he looked doing this for you. How much you adored him in any state that he would offer himself to you.

You step away at last and give him a gentle nudge towards the bed; his knees simply give out, not so much sitting as falling onto the edge of the mattress, his hands coming out to the sides as a support to keep him upright. You settled yourself on your knees before him, reaching up to wipe a spot of red drool from his screen where it had fallen from his slack mouth.

“Stunning,” you said softly, running your hands up and down the warm skin of his thighs around the straps of the garters. His screen tints with the red of his blush, another color well complemented by the stark red of the lingerie he wore. His cock strains against the fabric of the panties, a dark spot at the tip where he’s been leaking since you started to undress him, and the sight makes your mouth water. You start at his knee, placing light kisses and gentle nips to the soft skin there before slowly moving upward, lips trailing the whole way.

When you reach the garter you hold it aside with a finger so you can slip your tongue underneath it, dragging the muscle across Vox’s heated flesh. “You’re so fucking sexy,” you tell him, and in your peripheral vision you can see the muscles of his abdomen clench, his cock jerking against the thin barrier of the panties. “I knew you would look so good in something like this- in anything really but fuck. I can’t decide if I want you to keep it on while you fuck me or if I want to tear it off with my fucking teeth.” You bare your sharp canines with a grin before pressing a kiss high on his upper thigh, close enough to the apex that you can feel the heat radiating off of him against your cheek. “You like that, right? Or at least, you like to be the one taking it off me. How does it feel to be on the other side of that?”

He groans low and deep in his throat, reaching a hand out to brush across your hair. “Fucking touch me already,” he demands, but his voice is thin and rife with a plea. ‘Come on, I got all dressed up for you- don’t I deserve a reward or something?”

“You deserve,” you tell him, finally coming closer to his cock and blowing a hot breath over the strain of fabric, “to be worshipped. Every fucking inch of you.” You ghost air along the length of him, finally leaning in far enough to place an open mouthed kiss along the shaft and suck lightly. You can feel the satin go damp under your lips as you work your way up, finally reaching the patch of fabric that was wet from his doing and savoring the salty taste of it under your tongue.

Vox groans above you, his voice rough with want and his cock spurting precum against the panties. It peters off into a whine when you bring your hands up to gently cup his balls, rolling and tugging them the way that you’ve learned he likes. “Fuck, you’re gonna fucking kill me,” he mutters. “I didn’t think you would like it this much, shit.”

You hum around what remains in your mouth, pressing a firm kiss to his covered cock as you pull back. “You underestimate how much I adore you,” you say, “and how good you look right now.” You slip a finger under the waist of the panties and pull them down slightly so you can take him fully into your mouth, the taste of him all musk and salt as you run your tongue along the underside. His fingers twist into your hair, firm and controlling, and his breath leaves him in a rough exhale when you suck hard. You bob your head, all suction and warm, wet heat around him, and the flex of his muscles under you is unbelievably sexy- you keep one hand running sensually up and down his calf, his thigh, wherever you can reach from your position between his legs.

The words that escape him are a litany of gibberish, phrases of “baby, fuck, please” that make your head buzz and your abdomen clench while you listen to him and drive him closer and closer to mindless pleasure. When you look up, his eyes are trained on you- his gaze is pleading molten heat, and he reaches another hand down to settle in your hair. “Please, sugar, fuck, please,” he’s begging, and knowing what he wants you let your throat relax so he can nudge you down further on his length. The head of his cock brushes the sensitive back of your throat and pushes further, muscles involuntarily convulsing at the intrusion.

You breathe through your nose as well as you can, unwilling to even blink at the picture before you. Vox’s eyes are closed now, his screen flashing static on and off with every flutter of your throat around him. He doesn’t let you do this often even though you both fucking love it, too afraid of hurting you to let you indulge in literally choking on his cock more than a couple times in the months since you had started seeing each other and become official. You think in this case you might like it even more than he does- something about being so completely full of him, his words a rush of pleas and curses and your name, makes your body tremble with want for him. You would do anything for him, just as he was doing for you- the very least you could do in return for the lingerie was making him spill down your throat before moving on to other events.

You redouble your efforts, once again gently handling his balls as you try to swallow around his cock. He swears, his breath heavy and labored as he pants your name and pulls you back ever so slightly. Your airway no longer blocked, you hum and moan, so determined to please him it aches in your chest. “God, baby, I fucking can’t- can’t hold on, you’re so good,” he praises, and his grip in your hair is released in favor of petting lovingly over your head, cupping your cheek. His hips jump beneath you, trying to buck forward as much as he can, pushing towards the back of your throat again.

You allow the motion, knowing how close he is- wound tight like a string, his whole body- decorated in lace as it is for you- is tensed and shaking, sweat pooling in the hollow of his abdomen, coating his skin. You take him as far as you can again, and he nearly sobs as he spends himself, thick and hot in your mouth.

He collapses back onto the bed, one hand coming off your head to reach blindly towards you. You take it, intertwine your fingers as you swallow and pull back, licking him clean before resting your head on his thigh. “I fucking love you,” he mutters, and this sends another shock of pleasure through you. Not just a physical sensation, it lights up your brain in the best way, and you press a kiss to the bared skin before you. “Seriously, you have no idea-”

“I do,” you tell him, and keep your hand in his while you try to stand from your position on the floor. You back up as much as you can while still holding his hand to get a look at the picture he makes- wiped of any stress, still lovely in his lingerie, his not-entirely-spent cock hanging out of the panties and resting against his abdomen, ready for whatever comes next. He was never done after just round- you sometimes went three, four times in a night before you were both fully satisfied, and you hoped this was one of those occasions.

You would never have enough of him. You would spend the rest of your afterlife in awe of this man and the lengths he went to make you happy in any capacity.

You release his hand long enough to strip yourself, clothes flying in all directions as you undress as quickly as you can to join him on the bed. You settle next to him and prop up on one elbow, looking down at him with a smile until he senses your gaze and opens his eyes, a confident, satisfied smile on his screen. “Hi, gorgeous,” he tells you, and you bend down to kiss him while letting your fingers roam over the landscape of his lace covered body. He returns the favor, grazing the tips of his claws over your bare skin and leaving goosebumps in his wake. “Does this mean it’s my turn?”

“Absolutely not,” you say, nuzzling into his throat, your nose tickled by the lace there. “I’m not done ravishing you yet.”

“I’m a very good multi-tasker,” he whispers, dipping his fingers between your thighs to find you slick and open when he presses into you. “Come on, sweetheart, I know you can think of at least one position that benefits us both.”

And damn him, you can- several, if you’re honest, but only a few of them give you what you want, which is being able to see him, letting him see himself. You think you’ll settle for your own view in the meantime, let him crawl between your legs and hook your knees over his strong arms and have his way with you. His cock was already hard again, leaking onto his abdomen under your attentive fingers trailing over his skin, and when you grip him lightly he grins, sated and cocky while he crooks his own fingers inside you the way that you like.

His chest rumbles with a satisfied groan at the sound of your breathy whine, pulling away from him to provide room for him to roll to his knees and hover over you. Perpendicular on the bed, you let your head fall back over the edge of the mattress, catching sight of the mirror that hangs off the closet door across the room as Vox positions himself and sinks into the soaked, silken heat of you. It’s perfect- if he looks up from where he’s currently watching himself slide slowly in and out of the tight grip of your body he’ll see what you see, the breathtaking view of him covered in fragile crimson that clings to the lines of his frame.

He sees it a moment after you do, redirecting his gaze from where he’s spearing you on his cock to your extended throat, finally to the mirror directly across from him. His smile goes dangerous, catching your eye in the reflection. “Clever,” he says appreciatively, watching himself bring a hand down to hold your hip as he jerks his own forward, a thrust that steals your breath and makes your body jolt. “Now we both get to watch, hm?”

He sets a steady rhythm, an even rocking of your bodies that sets a fire licking at your blood as he loses himself in it; every now and then his eyes drift closed or he glances away from the mirror, focusing instead on the sway of your tits as he fucks you or the grasp of your fingers on his where he has a hand planted for support. He’s drawn back time and time again though, finding his reflection and staring as if transfixed by what he sees, by what you’ve seen the whole time- beauty, plain and simple, in whatever he wore, all that he did.

“Looks good,” you manage over the slick noises of your sex, eyes trained on the strap of his bra that had slipped from his shoulders and now hung loosely by his bicep. You reach up and fix it for him, then wrap your fingers around the lace bit at his throat to pull him down to meet your lips. “Perfect,” you whisper into his mouth, and the desperate noise that he makes in response makes you clench hard around him, the walls of your cunt flooding with evidence of your arousal and fluttering over his cock. “Come on, say it.”

He lifts his head slightly, and you watch him look over his own form, screen to shoulders to where the sight fades to darkness where you’re connected. “Fuck, looks fucking good,” he agrees, “feels good.” He slows down, drags out his withdrawal from your core until just the head is left inside of you. He repositions the hand on your hip, slips it underneath you to grab your ass and pull you even harder into his thrusts when he resumes, watching the way his muscles flex and contract between the swatches of red. He was so fucking strong, and the lingerie only highlighted that rather than taking away from it in any way. You love the way he’s looking at himself, finally seeming to understand why you wanted this if the way he pants is any indication when his pace quickens, fingers digging into your supple flesh.

When you reach your free hand down to rub at your clit to race him to the finish line he swats your fingers out of the way, bringing his attention back to you. “Fuck, baby, let me do it,” he begs, pressing the pad of his thumb to your sensitive bundle of nerves, untouched so far but electrifying when he makes contact. “Wanna make you come, you’re so fucking good to me-”

Ever the perfectionist, once he’s put his mind to something- he knows your body as well as his own, knows the exact pressure and speed that has you pushed over the edge with a hoarse cry of his name. Light explodes behind your eyelids, pleasure ripping through your limbs like a flash of electricity that starts and ends where you’re connected; Vox is still chasing his own end, his thrusts faltering as he keep his fingers working you through it, his voice a distorted stream of “yes, fuck, please” interspersed with your name and terms of endearment.

Static flashes across his screen as he tips over the precipice, his voice caught low in his throat as he grunts and pushes hard against you, claws digging dangerously into the skin of your ass and pulsing hard in the grip of your cunt. When he pulls out he slips his fingers in where his cock had been, open and messy, coating his fingers in your combined releases before bringing them up to wind his tongue around them, sending another devastating beat of pure want through you despite the fact that you’ve just finished.

He finally slides his knees back and collapses on top of you, the warmth of his screen comforting where he’s pressed against your clavicle, and you let your arms come up to wrap around his shoulders and trace light trails along his back. The lace of his ensemble was a little itchy where it touched you, and your appreciation of the night increases tenfold as you realize he had put up with it for you, to give you this. You land a kiss on his casing and feel him smile against your skin, pressing one of his own to your sternum.

“You really know how to make a man feel like the most important guy in all of Hell,” he murmurs, the words ticklish and soft. “Even looking like this.”

You tip his head up to meet his gaze. “I’ll tell you my secret- it’s because you are. To me, anyway,” you add with an embarrassed flush. “Naked or decked out like this, your suits, your pajamas; you’ll always be the center of my attention for the simple fact of who you are and what you mean to me. I love you.”

“I love you too, but come on,” he says with a chuckle, gathering you to his chest and flopping back into the silk sheets. “You’re gonna make me blush.”

You grin, your limbs relaxed and pleasantly tingly as you rest your head on his chest. “Can’t help it- you just look so good in red,” you tease, plucking at the strap of his bra, and your laugh is lost into his mouth when he pulls you in for a final searing kiss.

fun fact Vox's blush was purple until the very end of this fic and then I went back and changed it so I could use that last line LOL

another huge thank you to my beloved Frau for finding this GORGEOUS lingerie as inspo for what Vox is wearing, I owe you my life

so uhhh yeah 6.5k words of me thinking Vox would be extra hot in this. enjoy lol

#hazbin hotel #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #ily frau <3 #x reader #vox fanfiction #vox smut #vox x reader #vox x you #hazbin hotel x reader

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wannaeatramyeon · 9 months ago

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Goo Kim x Reader: One Night

G/N. Crazy Stupid Love Emma Stone/Ryan Gosling scene but make it Lookism. Masterlists

"Are you nervous?" Goo murmurs, a smile tugs at his lips when he feels you trembling.

He peers down at you and pauses. His hand, having worked its way under your top and caressing your bare skin - stops.

Tonight, you have aimed for sexy and sensual. It worked well. Fake it until you make it, and you made it when this handsome blonde at the bar invited you back to his apartment for a night of debauchery.

But your mask slips. It's hard to keep it on, y'know. When you are both half naked, about to be even more naked, there's nowhere left to hide.

Your nervousness comes out as a snort, because duh and you think some of your previous sexy and sensual points are deducted.

"Yeah," you respond with an awkward giggle. Then your mouth runs before your single brain cell can.

"- Also, something has been digging into my back all this time," Goo waggles his eyebrows at you suggestively, "No. Definitely not. I think it's a spring or something or I don't know... crumbs? Have you been eating in bed? Either way I think this is the most uncomfortable mattress I've ever laid on. Your silk bed sheets are something else though - who even has silk bed sheets? It's like something from the 80s along with waterbeds but god they feel so fucking great on my legs."

Goo is stunned into silence momentarily before he barks out a laugh.

He rolls off you and onto the left side on the bed, full body wriggling around slightly, experiencing the silk bed sheets for himself and chuckles.

"Sweetheart, you're right. And I've always hated this mattress." He sighs, adding, "I got conned by fucking influencers."

You whip your head towards him and give him a look, "Influencers?! What. Is this those fancy brands that I've been seeing them shill all over my social media-"

Goo turns towards you, a pout on his lips and eyebrows pinched together in a pitiful expression. "Yep. I've hated it since the first night."

"Then why didn't you return it!"

He shrugs and you laugh, your previous nervousness dissipating.

"I always wondered what idiot would fall for those."

"Hey!"

A brief moment of silence then-

"Did you buy these sheets from an infomercial or something?"

"Excuse me!" Goo shuffles, angles himself so he's fully facing you. Head held up by the palm of his hand and resting his elbow on the mattress.

There's mischief, life in his face that wasn't there earlier tonight. "Sue me. I have money to spend, sometimes I can't sleep, and those sales people sell things so well."

You let out another unrefined snort, amused by this guy.

Suddenly finding there's so much personality, a touch of vulnerability revealed in that statement, behind the expensive glasses, his tailored suit and his muscled body.

"Wanna see what other crap I've bought?"

You both wander around his apartment, which turned out to be a huge fucking penthouse now that he has the light on and is giving you a guided tour, in your underwear.

Goo, no shame and expanses of skin on show, and you follow closely behind with his silk sheets wrapped loosely around your body.

He gestures at what you assume to be a coffee machine sitting proudly on his kitchen countertop. All sleek and stainless steel with dials and buttons on every surface.

"I can't even use this thing. I've had it for 2 years."

"Look," Goo opens an overhead kitchen cupboard, gesticulating like he's going to perform a magic trick, and dramatically shows you rows and rows of trendy kitchen gadgets, no doubt also purchased during moments of insomnia. Pizza scissors, spiralizer, bread maker, air fryer, pressure cooker.

"Never used."

"This," he points at the far wall, and you squint, barely making out a framed art piece of the ugliest monkey face you have ever seen. But hey, art is subjective, right-

"-is an NFT. I bought that too."

That tips you over the edge.

You cackle and cackle, doubled over and holding onto him for balance.

There's a dusty segway sitting pitifully in the corner of an unused spare room.

You jump out from round a corner, LED mask on your face and flashing a menacing red - "Boo!"and Goo actually jumps.

A lonely treadmill, placed beneath one of those fancy sit-stand desk catches your eye. Goo smirks, "Babe, I don't even have a desk job."

Instead of spending all night tangled in his silk bedsheets together, Goo jogs down memory lane of sleepless nights and impulse buys with you by his side.

Your laughter starts to tinge all his memories.

Your good natured ribbing and mocking.

His hyena cackle joins yours, and he wonders when was the last time he was able to laugh with someone. Has he ever spent an entire night talking to someone like this?

"Ask me something personal." He requests, both now lying on his uncomfortable bed. You in his arms, hair tickling his chin.

"What do you want from life?"

"To make money."

"Why?"

"I want to be rich."

"Why?"

"Well, who doesn't want to be rich, sweetheart."

"Yeah but why do you?"

Goo remembers running errands, doing anything to earn some money. Anything for a price. His cousin calling in his services, and he happily beat up some middle schoolers to help him (and who was it again, Tabasco?) out.

He doesn't really know where his thirst for money making has come from. Maybe there's some deep set trauma from his life pre-juvie or some shit he should pay a therapist to decipher but alas.

He tells you this, all this and more. At some point, his head is the one lying on your chest and you absentmindedly stroke through his blonde locks, humming noises of encouragement, listening to his words.

Weird, Goo thinks, when he finally drifts off to sleep with you snoring gently beside him.

The morning sun already filters through the blinds, and the hustle and bustle of Seoul has started to pick up.

How comfortable this feels. How natural your connection with him is. How this is the spark people dream about, and somehow it has hit him when he wasn’t looking for anything more.

That someone as different to him as you are, that is only ever supposed to be company for a few hours, a night at best, could spell trouble. Raise his hackles, send his alarms blaring.

When he's usually the walking red flag.

Because you’ve got him thinking. A lot. That shrewd brain hidden behind playfulness has been whirring; wondering about what happens if you become a regular fixture.

Maybe you might doom him, in the end. Maybe this will lead to a dead end and nothing more.

But he's curious enough, the spark is shining brightly enough, to see where else you might lead him to too.

#lookism #lookism x reader #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #lookism fic #goo kim #goo kim x reader #kim jonggoo #kim jonggoo x reader #wannaeatramyeon

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thefiery-phoenix · 1 year ago

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YANDERE KEIGO TAKAMI (HAWKS) HEADCANONS

This bird brain is a VERY obsessive and delusional yandere. The SECOND he sees you, expect him to say, ''Well, hello there Dove"

This chicken nuggets for brains is a HUGE flirt (I don't know WHO's a more huge flirt, Denki or Hawks). He thinks a day goes to waste if he doesn't compliment you and try asking you out with cheesy and corny pick up lines at least, oh, a DOZEN times in a day. And, he might make extremely suggestive gestures towards you

He believes that you both were DESTINED to be with each other. You both were MADE for each other and you both are soulmates. He thinks that you're just a little confused and shy about your feelings but... he'll make you realize soon that you belong to him

After Keigo first sees you, he wants to get to know more about you and so... like every other typical yandere, he ends up stalking you or 'looking after you'. Don't be surprised if he strikes up a conversation about your favorite book series or movie of whatever. The dude has spent SO much time stalking you, he knows you better than you know yourself no joke

Anything you like, he likes. Anything you don't like, he hates. Kinda silly at times. Got someone who's annoying the CRAP outta you? Well, you won't be hearing from them anytime soon

To Keigo, you're his angel, his babybird, songbird, dove, sweetheart and precious baby (Dude has like, a ZILLION nicknames for you)

He will do ANYTHING and I mean ANYTHING to make you ONLY HIS and no one else's

After Hawks gets to know more about you, don't be surprised if you wake up in his house or a fancy penthouse or something since he would kidnap you within like, a month or 2

He'll make sure your new room in your new house with him was just like your old one since he wants you to be comfortable and make sure you feel at home. It'll be weird if you enter a room which isn't yours but... at the same time LOOKS like your old one. Get what I'm sayin'?

After he starts talking to you and gets to more about you before the whole kidnapping fiasco, if by any chance you flirt back with him, oh boy.... you're gonna get kidnapped THAT very day and you won't be seeing daylight again. As soon as you show any sign or you returning his feelings, you're immediately swept away by him. And Hawks will make sure to keep the cops and other heroes off his trail. After all, he doesn't want anyone to cast their filthy look on HIS angel

If you try escaping, he'll be OUT of his mind with worry and heartbroken and devastated ALL at the same time. He has the emotional range of an ocean (Kinda like me lol) He's going to freak the freak out. What if you were hurt? What if someone had taken you away from him? What if you were scared and lost and lonely? But... he can't resist the chance to become your hero and he'll swoop in from nowhere and carry you back to your house, ignoring all your pleas and cries and he's yapping continuously that he was glad you were safe. Of course, all escape routes will be destroyed less than 24 hours and he'll ask the villains to watch over you like your personal bodyguards and the surveillance systems will be stronger than ever before

Overall, he's sweet and kind and caring but... push him over the edge, he'll go feral and no one wants a feral pile of feathers attacking them now, do they?

#yandere bnha #yandere bnha x reader #yandere bnha characters x reader #yandere bnha characters #yandere hawks #yandere hawks x reader #yandere hawks headcanons #yandere hawks scenarios #yandere hawks oneshots #yandere keigo takami #yandere keigo x reader #yandere keigo takami scenarios #yandere keigo takami oneshots

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frownyalfred · 8 months ago

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Do you have any fun stories involving galas and rich men because the botox thing has me so curious now

Ooh, me personally? I have a few. I once was invited to a very important black tie event with an honest-to-god billionaire or close to it, who was a very old man at the time and infamous for being inappropriate with women. We had some face-to-face time briefly and he was absolutely wildly inappropriate to me. His staff were fluttering around him making excuses and thinly-veiled threats about me sharing any of this info. I wasn't allowed to stand more than a few feet away from him since he was grabby. I think he ended up having dementia that they didn't release publicly until after he'd died.

You run into a lot of coke at these events. It's not my thing, but I've stumbled into a lot of bathrooms and back rooms where it's happening very enthusiastically. I've known a few guys who have gotten too deep into that world and embezzled from clients or their jobs. It ends up being super sad and it's rough to watch happen in person (people losing their houses, or social standing, etc, because their husband was trying to maintain a lifestyle they couldn't afford)

I once danced with a wealthier guy (flashy watches, etc) who was, in hindsight, absolutely involved in some sort of organized crime. He was Russian and thought I was cute, and dragged me and my friend to a few different clubs with full line skipping and bottle service at every place. They all knew him by name. Once we got inside and started dancing, I reached behind me while we were kinda grinding to grab his waist. There was a huge fucking gun in the back of his pants. I grabbed my friend and we danced away, haha.

I knew a wealthy man who was going through a rough divorce and very clearly threatened his soon to be ex wife all over his personal social accounts. She didn't like that and called the cops. He never got arrested, but it was a damn near thing. All his buddies pretended it never happened.

I once went on a very fancy date with a guy to a prestigious steakhouse/bar. They refused to seat us since they closed in 30ish minutes. We were in black tie attire from a previous event, and there was a huge storm outside. He ended up suing them for racial discrimination I think. It made the news and everything. He asked me to be a party/witness but he was very, very intense and I kind of dropped him after he wouldn't stop calling me.

I dated someone with a penthouse once. It was very nice but very clearly not his. Never got a full explanation on that one.

#asks #personal #anon #personal stories

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matmiraculous · 8 months ago

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Since people like my thought of Girl Dad Dev, here are some future Devzel headcanons and the girls :)

- Dev had a crush on Hazel for years but didn't admit it to himself until halfway through middle school.

- Dev had a girlfriend in 8th grade but it didn't last long. She was a rich girl that he knew through like rich parties and was mean to Hazel. :<

- Hazel realized she had a crush on him when they started high-school. She confessed like two days after she realized and expected Dev to turn her down.

- He didn't obviously but he legit thought he was dreaming.

- They dressed as Kennueth (spelling???) And Duckworth that year for Halloween.

- Everyone expects Dev to be the Jealous one but no. It is Hazel. That is her perfect curly haired boy.

- On that note, Dev has a bunch of cringy pet names.

- Hazel calls him her Favorite Boy.

- They go to different universities and miss each other a lot. So many helicopter rides to visit Hazel.

- Fresh out of college Dev picks a day and they do al the things they love together. He tries so hard to propose but keeps backing down. Hazel ends up asking him while they're watching TV that night.

- Big huge wedding. So much lemonade was served.

- They still live in the city in their own huge fancy penthouse.

- Only a year later their first daughter is born! Her name is Delilah Athena Dimmadome-Wells.

- Yeah the last name pisses Dale off. Dev took it to.

- Delilah is the purple sister. She is the most Daddys girl to ever Daddys girl.

- Delilah follows Dev everywhere. She is often on his hip while in meetings or in a baby carrier when he's out and about.

- She loves rocks like her mom.

- Emo teenager. Has issues with overbearing dad. This hurts Dev A LOT.

- First word was Dada.

- Will fight her grandfather if given the chance.

- 3 years after Delilah was born, their younger daughter Dakota was born!

- Spoiled rotten. Will mess with people to get her way.

- Pink sister Dakoa.

- Mellows out as a teen.

- Also a daddys girl but less. Hangs-out with her mom as a baby instead of dad.

- Doesn't want Dev to go when he drops her off for preschool.

- Dakota laughs at all of Devs dad jokes.

- They have at least 3 cats because of the girls. Dev didn't want any of the cats. 2 were snuck in without him knowing.

#fop #fop anw #fairly offparents #dev dimmadome #hazel wells #hazel fop #fop hazel #dale dimmadome #dev fop #fop au #fop dev #fop a new wish

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nyx-is-missing · 1 year ago

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SUNSET PART 1

Or early summer!

Clarisse La Rue x Cassandra De Young (oc! Apollo's kid)

Summary: When Cassandra gets involved in a scandal early in the day, she goes to camp early.

Warnings: men....thats all i could think of actualy.

First read this!

Part 2 is here!

Cassandra De Young

Im fucked.

That's it, that's all i can say.

I knew it as soon as my hand reached his face and stinged, as soon as i heard a camera's flash, and as soon as i stepped into my mom's apartment.

Let's just rewind a bit, okay?

My family own a big business, that you already know by now, the thing is, when they reeaally want to do business with someone they go extreme, the most common technique is to get on the good side of everyone in the family, everyone.

They research, pretend to have things in common, to like the same things, to have the same views of life, and to make it more believable they always go for the person who is closest in age with them.

Usually i dont get involved in this situations because im younger than everyone else, the only teen in the family.

The thing is, this family also had someone around my age.

A 18 year old guy.....eighteen.

Let me tell you, i really wasn't going for trouble today, i tought he may be a normal guy, just with a little money, someone i could have a conversation with, drink some coffe, laugh and go back home and think "hey, not so bad"

He.was.not.

All he could talk about is how much money his family had, where he went for winter break, his pure blood horse, that only ate (attention to this one) IMPORTED GRASS.

Overall a huge dick.

But that i could handle, i've met people like this, i could handle a shitty talk for some hours, what i could not handle was having to go through all this with his hand on my knee bellow the table.

And here i was, spending one of my last days of spring being tortured by the fates.

"You're not paying much attention to the conversation are you?" He said, and gods that accent was almost making me want to jump out of a cliff, or push him out of a cliff, both would work.

"Oh sorry i was-"

"No need to apologize, people get bored i know" Not that he did something criminal by not letting me finish my sentence but, my gods every action coming from him its making me want to die right now "Its okay, i could find some way to make you focus"

Okay, im done

"Im gonna need you to stop saying odd shit" I looked him dead in the eye with a bothered look, and by the surprised look he gave me back i was 100% sure nobody ever told him to shut up when he was saying nonsense.

"C'mon, dont be like that-" he said trying to get his hand a little but upwards, and i only realized i slapped him when i felt my hand burning.

"Oh my gods im sorry i-" And then i heard the camera flashes.

Im going to need you to imagine the scene, my hand was still up, his hand was till on his cheek, and he had a scared look in his face, as did most of the people at the fancy coffe shop.

Do i smile now? Strike a pose? This one is definetly getting front pages at every place.

I chose the safest choice, got out of that straight to my house.

No..i did not payed the bill.

The whole way home i was trying really hard to think of something to say that was not going to make my family mad, especially my grandfather, but considering whe has always mad with something, that felt like a impossible mission.

First thing i saw when i opened the door of the penthouse was my mom, standing in front of the television, and sure enough, my face was on it.

She turned to me, but before she could even say something i started to explain myself.

"Its not what it looks like mom, i swear, i didn't do it on pourpose, let me explain please-" i couldnt actually read the look on her face, but she didnt say anything, so i took that as a go ahead.

When i explained her what happened her face relaxed a bit, but not completely, and she had a look that said your grandpa is getting in my nerves because of this.

"I'll talk to your grandfather about this, but you need to know that the way you acted wasn't appropriate, there is cameras all around and you need to be careful...lets just thank the gods you didnt pulled out a dagger right?" She walked closer to me, and i knew she was trying to comfort me, its a pitty actually, i knew she didnt wanted kids when she had me, i knew how grandpa treated her when he found out, to me, it was enough that she at least tried to love me enough. "You already have your things packed to camp right? I know you have some more days of school but ill call them and tell them you are sick, its best for you to leave earlier this year, then your grandfather wont talk your ears out...you okay with that?"

"Yes mama, ill just finish packing some small things...do i leave today?" I felt her hands on my shoulders, and heard a silent im sorry.

"Yes, but dont be like that, think that you at least wont have to see the news talking about you..youll just be there, with your siblings, eating strawberies and..whatever else demigods do daily, right?"

Like i said, it is enough to me that she tries, even when she isnt great all the time, i know people who dont even have this.

I nodded and went to my room, making sure not to accidentally hit a new sculpture, placed in the corridor.

I didnt wait for her when i finished packing.

I knew she wouldnt be the one to take me there, she never is, she has things to do with the family business, its what ive always heard.

So when i got to the underground garage with my bags i automatically searched for one of the family drivers, sure enough, he was there.

He was a nice guy, but quiet, i knew that he probably had orders not to talk to the family members unless spoken to, grandpa did this with all of them, i also knew he never actually knows where hes been taking me, he takes me there almos every year, but always stops at the road in front of the forest, maybe this sad look he has on his face its because he thinks he is taking me to one of those crazy wilderness therapies as a punishment.

Granpa would absolutely do that if he hadnt had to live with a great public appearence.

"Miss? We are here" He looked at me in the rearview mirror, i only realized i had doze of when my eyes met his and i blinked. "Hold on tight, im going to help you with your luggage okay?"

"Oh..thank you mr bell" He opened the trunk, and then the back door for me, extending his hand to help me get out of the car "thank you, again"

"Sure miss, just let me take your bags out and we are all set okay?-"

Another car dor noise made us both look to the right, to find Clarisse La rue, closing a taxi door, with just one big suitcase in hand.

Now, my story with Clarisse is kind of complicated, i've met her when he were, eight i guess, her family bought some shares in the family business and we saw each other very regulaly, and ever since then everything everyone told me about her is that she is a troublesome girl, that i should stay far.

But she was the one who realized i was a demigodess, and took me straight to camp when a monster found me, and she was the one who, many times when we were little, comforted me when my family made me cry.

It seems like she forgot all of that because she never even looks at me.

If you ask her, she has never even met me at all actually.

"Clarisse, you're early"

"Cassandra, you too-"

"Cass actually, i prefer cass" i corrected her, to wich she just rolled her eyes and muffled a whatever. "Thats all you are taking? One suitcase?"

"And you are taking all that? How do you plan on walking the whole way with all that? Im assuming he wont go with you" she said looking at mr bell, and its true, he could not walk the whole way with me, and i could not walk with all that alone...fuck

"....you could help m-"

"No, dont even think about it"

"C'mon Clarisse!" She didnt even answered me this time actually. "Arent you a Ares-" i looked at the driver taking the suitcases out. "A ares...type of kid? You will pass on the oportunity to demonstrate your muscles or whatever?"

She started to walk away with a bored look, did i already said fuck?

"C'mon ill do whatever! I- i dont know.. 20 dracmas!, no?, ill help you with the cleaning duty you'll eventually have when you fuck it up? I..ill do that AND ill cure you anytime you want, everyday, no matter the time!"

She stopped walking.

Yes! I knew it, one of the many problems clarisse had its that she likes to go out at night to train alone, and when she gets hurt she cant ask anyone to help her, because she would get caught

"Give me those suitcases already and shut up-" she was interrupted by a very happy me hugging her.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyouclarisse!"

I felt her hands on my arms and realized she was going to push me away, so i took a step back

"Geez Clarisse, you could've just told me to back off, dont be like that... just take these and ill take those"

I said pointing to the suitcases, and saying goodbye to mr bell.

Can i already welcome summer and his crazy energy? No? Okay.

#fanfic #lesbian #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse pjo #pjo series #pjo tv show #clarisse la rue #clarisse x reader

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kawaii-queen-kaiju · 10 months ago

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Teenagers

Gotham City. What the hell was Mme. Bustier thinking?! Here she was thinking her PowerPoint had proved her- well, point,- but apparently not. So here she was staring at the plane that was gonna take her and her hellish class to their doom. Okay, maybe she was exaggerating, but with trigger-happy mental patients (literally!), no Miraculous Cure, and Lila of all people, this was bound to be a dumpster fire!

"Ugh, come on, Dupain-Cheng. Are you gonna stand there all day or are you coming?"

Chloe. Her unlikely ally against Lila, the only person she hated more than Marinette herself. After the rest of the sheeple had migrated to Lila's side, Marinette found that the only people she had left standing beside her were Kagami, Luka, and- surprisingly- Chloe. Adrien was disappointingly neutral, but she didn't hold it against him. His upbringing had left him horribly socially stunted, and she was 90% sure Lila had some kind of unholy alliance with Gabriel, keeping Adrien in check.

"Yeah, I'm coming, don't get your panties in a twist."

"Dupain-Cheng!"

The hotel was fancy. Like, Grand Paris Hotel fancy. Stupid billionaires.

The rest of the class got paired up, two to a room, but Chloe managed to get hers changed to the penthouse suite, oh so graciously deigning to let Marinette stay with her.

"What am I supposed to do with two beds, Dupain-Cheng? Hmm? Besides, if I left you alone with the rest of the heathens, they'd tear you to shreds!"

Marinette thinks she enjoys the company after Sabrina flocked to Lila.

The itinerary has them set for resting the jet lag off that night, then touring the Gotham Wayne Enterprises office. Unfortunately, while Chloe is snoring away in the next room over, Marinette is lying awake worrying. Sure, she knew that no one was going to find the Miracle Box in her sewing box, magically locked, in her suitcase, with a padlock on it, stashed in the hotel provided safe, but she still felt paranoid having it out of her bedroom.

As a result, her night with little to no fitful sleep compounded on the jet lag, leaving her feeling like a literal zombie.

Wait, she's died before, so is she a zombie?!

Coffee. Her eyes zero in on the drink of the gods in Chloe's manicured hand.

"You are a goddess, Chloe, and I love you." She says, chugging the coffee down like a man in the middle of the desert. She completely missed the astonished look on Chloe's face.

"Alright class, I'm gonna do a quick headcount, then we'll head out." Mme. Mendeleiv said.

Despite the fact that Mm. Bustier wanted to go on the trip, she found out that she's pregnant and decided that the other teacher should go in her stead. Honestly, it was the only thing that salvaged the trip for Marinette. If Mme. Bustier were here, she'd have probably left her behind!

They quickly boarded the bus (dodging a foot stuck out by Alya. God, to think she almost confessed she was Ladybug to her!) and got on their way.

The W.E. office was, quite frankly, huge. Really! The only building that Marinette had seen that could hold a candle to the building, was the TVi studio back home. The lobby was equally as impressive. It was huge with marble floors and columns that probably cost more than her parents would make in their whole lives.

"Hi! Are you the French class?"

They were greeted by a woman who... honestly, looked out of place in the large pristine lobby. Her brown hair was long and curly, up in a ponytail, revealing shaved sides, and heavily pierced ears. Her rock t-shirt, cargo pants, and leather jacket clashing with the business casual the rest of the people bustling about were sporting.

Oh, wait. Was she saying something?

"-guest I.Ds, they'll let you access the elevators up to the fifth floor. Any questions?"

"Yes, one." Mme. Mendeleiv said. "I thought our tour guide was a young man, Richard Grayson?"

The woman's eye twitched (she tuned out her name, damn.).

"Yes, he was scheduled to lead the tour, but something... came up." She seemed awfully annoyed with this Richard. Hmm.

"Excuse me? Riley?" Lila piped up from the back. Ew. The woman's- Riley's- smile sharpened. "That's Mrs. Miller-Todd to you. Yes?" Lila flinched back, like her words physically hurt. That little- "W-Well, I was wondering why our passes only took us up to the fifth floor?"

"W-" Mrs. Miller-Todd (damn, that was a mouthful, is this how people feel about her name?), opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by Alya. "Yeah! For your information, Lila's dating Damian Wayne!"

Well, shoot. She might not have to deal with Lila for much longer. At Alya's exclamation, all the movement in the lobby stopped, every single person staring at Lila and Alya like they grew another head. Their tour guide raised an eyebrow looking amused, baffling Lila and the rest of her flock. "Really? I wasn't aware that he had even been to France, let alone gotten a girlfriend five years older than himself." Did... did that just happen? Did Lila just get called out in front of a bunch of people who seemed to not believe her?! "Pinch me." Marinette whispered. Unfortunately for her, Chloe heard her. She whipped around and pouted at her.

"Lila's not from France! She lived in Italy before; that's where she met him, and the Wayne's are very secretive, that's why you didn't hear about it! And five years isn't that much!" Alya stoutly defended Lila, reminding Marinette vaguely of a pomeranian.

The poor young woman covered her mouth with her hand, looking like she was contemplating running out the door and not looking back. "You know what?" She muttered, "Bruce is gonna have to actually pay me to get me to deal with this shit." Out loud though, she said; "O-kay, well, supposed girlfriends aside, the first five floors are the only ones open to visitors, the rest are various labs and offices for employees, nothing very interesting."

Marinette wanted to argue that the labs sounded very interesting, but like a good visiting student, said nothing.

They went up the elevators in two groups, up to the third floor. "The second floor is a food court, and you'll be stopping there for lunch and getting turned over to your teacher. Now this floor..."

The tour was actually pretty interesting. They got to see a few finished projects going up for sale, and an in-depth explanation of which department does what. They managed to get to the R&D department before Lila's Possi(trademark pending) caused more trouble. "So, is it true that you make Batman's gear? How about nuclear weapons?" Alya asked, whipping her phone out. Mrs. Miller-Todd sighed. "Mlle. Cesaire, I believe that in the form you signed allowing you on this trip, it said 'no recording devices of any kind'?"

Alya frowned, but put her phone away. "Good. That was your first warning, Mlle. Cesaire. If it happens again, I will have to confiscate it. As for your question, I'm afraid I can't answer it." Alya grinned, her hand twitched, obviously wanting to grab her phone, but refraining. "So you do!"

Mrs. Miller-Todd narrowed her eyes. "I did not say that. I mean, that I don't know. I'm not an employee at Wayne Enterprises."

Everyone's eyes blew wide. Not an employee? "But, if you're not an employee, then why are you giving the tour?" Mme Mendeleiv asked. Mrs. Miller-Todd sighed in annoyance. "I lost a bet."

"Yeah, but who let you do this?" Alya demanded, placing herself in front of Lila, like the loyal guard dog she was. Mrs. Miller-Todd raised her eyebrow (it was starting to seem like her signature move at this point. Or maybe... someone else found her class as annoying as she and Chloe do?). "Bruce Wayne."

Marinette could feel the panic in Lila from the back of the group, and watched the reporter in Alya sit up and beg. She whipped her phone out and started rattling off questions, asking about her relationships with Bruce Wayne. In a second though, her phone was taken from her hand, cutting her off. "I warned you, Mlle. Cesaire. You'll get it back at the end. Now, last time I checked, this was a tour of the building, not my personal life." She proceeded to turn on her heel and stalk off down the hallway, expecting the class to follow.

"I like her." Chloe said next to her ear. "Mmhmm." Marinette hummed back, agreeing whole heartedly.

Maybe Gotham wouldn't be a disaster after all.

Cross-posting from Ao3, attempting to lure followers here all because of a bit :)

#batman fanfiction #maribat #mlb x dc #batman #miraculous fanfic

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lexithwrites · 7 months ago

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wolfstar hcs pls? miss you talking abt them :(

- Sirius is 6’0 and Remus is 6’1 (not fussed about a huge height difference anymore)

- whenever they go on dates Sirius picks Remus up on the motorbike just to see him blush, he finds it really hot

- and Sirius is an absolute gentleman with Remus but he’s still a menace

- they’re switches and verses but Sirius tends to be more dominant

- I love the hc that Hope and Lyall own a bakery or a cafe so Remus works there on the weekends for his own money and to help his parents but Sirius is a wealthy boy so he’s basically his sugar daddy lmao

- they discussed it before hand and at first Remus was embarrased but Sirius told him it’s not that he thinks he can’t afford things, but he loves taking care of Remus and enjoys spending money on him

- they live in a penthouse rn but it’s remus’ dream to have a little cottage somewhere in brighton or Cornwall, and Sirius vows to buy them one eventually

- they have a pet rabbit, Snow, that Remus adores

- Sirius probably owns a bar or something, I feel like I’m modern day muggle au’s his parents own property and a lot of businesses and he bought a bar with his inheritance

- he lets his mates in for free lmao

- he has a car but they only take it out for longer journeys

- Remus has a knee brace and a cane when his knee gets bad

- Sirius is always making sure he’s stable and okay, he carries pain killers on him every single day

- Sirius definitely has depression from his upbringing and just in general, he has bad trauma, and has night terrors sometimes that only Remus has seen

- Remus hugs him so tight when this happens, or when he’s having a low day, and makes him soup and tea and stroked his hair and just hums songs like his own mum used to do when he was little

- Sirius is very loud and boisterous when he’s in public but he’s softer and quieter with Remus when he’s relaxed

- anime lover Remus, my beloved, gets Sirius into so many shows and they have a Crunchyroll account that they go through daily and they curl up on the sofa together

- Sirius loves wine and has one of those fancy ass wine chillers in his kitchen island

- they host a lot of parties and dinners bevause Remus loves being a host and a lil house husband, Sirius thinks it’s so sexy but also sweet and he gives him so many kisses as thanks

- I won’t go nsfw rn just in case that’s not what you wanted but I’m always down to make an nsfw post

#the marauders #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #mail

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true-blue-sonic · 24 days ago

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can you share about your WIPs, "Silver and Sonic going out for luns together" and "Sonic and Silver with Silver's cute sweet dream" please? :D

Of course!🍀 I'll put excerpts of both under the cut, with the title for each ^-^

For Silver and Sonic going to luns: the idea there is that Sonic invited Silver to go get lunch together in a fancy restaurant in Station Square, except Silver comes in late and scraggly as heck due to drama in the future. It doesn't have a big story: it's just the bois being cute together and hanging out with a ton of comfort and fluff <3 I just don't really know how I want it to end, haha!

And Silver's cute sweet dream is based on a dream I had, actually: I dreamt my best friend and I were hanging out at a neighbourhood barbecue in my street, and they got a salad with a food they're allergic to in it (woops XD) and I also gave them eight siblings in my mind (which they deemed to be Too Many). The moment I woke up, I incorporated all that in a story about Silver having had about the same dream, and going to Sonic to tell him about it <3 And my friend doesn't live close by, so I told them that I enjoyed the fact we can hang out in my dreams even if we aren't together in real life, and I wrote that into the fic as well❤️ Also here the ending is a pain, lol. It's really just one or two sentences I need to think up... but I don't have inspiration for it yet. Hopefully soon!

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The bois going to get luns together

It’s unlike Silver to be late.

But late he is, one sunny noon in which Sonic has paced through the entirety of the streets around Station Square’s finest hotels a dozen times over. Had the speedster arrived most timely, Silver is making him wait; long, and fond annoyances at that have long made way for far deeper worries.

“Silver, where are you?” Sonic mutters under his breath, ears twitching. His pal has to come from the future; their lunch reservation had been planned before he went back to his home in his birth era. But if it’s already unlike Silver to be late, it’s even more unlike him to forget the plans he makes, and thus Sonic cannot help but fret. Going to the future surely is not impossible, but he’s not sure how, or even where he can find Silver in both time and location-

But a flittering spark of light, that materialises before bursting into a swirling blue portal, make the speedster whirl right around again.

Out stumbles the scruffiest, dirtiest, most weary hedgehog Sonic has seen in a long time.

“Silver,” Sonic blinks, remembering just in time to put a smile on his face. “What took you, bud?”

“Sorry, sorry,” he gets shrugged at. With a grunt Silver lands on the ground; and staggers, just a bit, but enough for Sonic’s experienced eyes to notice with no issue. “I got caught up, is all. Did you have to wait long?” the time traveller continues, rubbing the side of his head. Sonic’s sure there’s a huge bruise there, seeped just a bit onto his muzzle.

“Nah, not at all. I was a bit early myself.”

“That’s good. Apologies again.”

“Is… everything going okay in the future?” Sonic deems the best, least loaded question to ask. Not that it gets answered in the way the speedster wants, because Silver just shrugs again.

“It is,” the vague answer comes. “Which place did you pick for lunch?”

With a grandiose swaying of his arms Sonic gestured to the building behind him. “This one! For a special reason,” he smiles. A special reason specifically aligned with what interests Silver… “Come on, let’s go!”

“Let’s,” Silver agrees… before stumbling into movement but brushing off all Sonic’s worried grimaces and attempts to help him walk, and thus their entry into the restaurant-slash-hotel takes way longer than planned. But eventually Sonic has got them both into the elevator and to the highest floor where their lunch will be hosted, and the way Silver peeks around with wide eyes makes it all worth it. “This place looks fancy.”

“Yep! They’ve got the best penthouse restaurant in all of Station Square here. And the only, as far as I know. But Amy would be able to tell you more about that than I can.” Though, it’s probably at least the prettiest penthouse restaurant Silver has seen; Sonic has to stifle a chuckle at the curious look his pal sends the ornate pillars and soft carpet that stretch out into their place to grab a bite. “I reserved a table for two,” the speedster adds, darting right off to alert the staff of his appearance. At least it’s not crowded; with some apologies about being late and some chastising eyebrow-raises at the way Silver’s scruffy appearance gets beheld the two hedgehogs find themselves seated in minutes.

[this is the first page in my document; I've got a lot more written already ^-^]

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Silver's cute sweet dream

A presence hovers above Sonic’s face.

It can’t be a threatening presence, for Sonic would long have shot up from his rest and kicked it away should his subconscious have picked up on any sense of danger. But it’s a presence nonetheless, and Sonic’s ears twitch at it as he rouses slowly. Lithe breaths roll over his face…

A person, Sonic sleepily concludes as he stirs a bit more. But one who sits very quietly while Sonic is waking up, the speedster’s muscles tensing in a stretch of his shoulders and his fingers digging into grass. Oh, yes: he’d zonked out under a tree last night, huddled away into the protective embrace of its roots and the greenery around. Morning sunlight colours the insides of his eyelids red and dances over his body like a comfortable blanket, though not as warm as the breaths of the person.

Curiously Sonic’s hand moves up. His fingers bump against whomever is leaning over him, splaying out as he explores. The person is warm, and soft, and has a wet nose that twitches when Sonic caresses it, and he’s definitely got a spiky hairdo that Sonic’s glove gets snagged on as he moves his hand further. With some prodding he can determine a most recognisable sensation of five quills splaying out from a forehead…

“Good morning, Silver,” he speaks up.

“Morning,” follows, a tad dryly. “Why are you petting me?”

Cranking open one eye Sonic stifles a laugh. Silver’s face hovers inches from Sonic’s, the psychic sitting cross-legged on the ground with a raised eyebrow that sits half-smushed under Sonic’s fingers. “Most people are a bit surprised when there’s suddenly a person beside them when there was none the evening before,” the speedster teases, pulling his hand down again. But those thoughts clearly had not deterred Silver, who merely shrugs back.

“I guess so. But I wanted to tell you about a dream I had.”

Sonic can’t stifle a snort at that non-sequitur. Leave it to Silver to appear out of the blue with statement like that, and Sonic wouldn’t have him any other way. “Lay down with me. Was it a fun dream?” he inquires, scooting over a bit to make space for his pal. He’s long learned to not question Silver about these things, nor does he want to.

Silver’s warm body sinks against his, the other nodding. “It was. We were at a neighbourhood barbeque in my city. I guess there was a celebration going on.”

“Sounds like my kinda party,” Sonic, never one to say no to parties or barbeques, grins. “Was there tasty food?”

“Lots of it,” Silver agrees… before a dramatic silence falls. “But… you had a salad.”

Green eyes widen in mock horror. “What? At a barbeque?”

Even in the dim morning sun Sonic can see the corners of Silver’s lips twitch up. “Hmhm. With tomatoes.”

“Bleeeeeegh,” Sonic retorts with an exaggerated roll of his voice. Not that he hates tomato that much, but he’s certainly got a ton of foods he likes a lot more. And especially at a barbeque of all places; where are all the fried goods?!

“It was a really sad salad too,” Silver nods with fake sympathy. “Soggy… Nasty-looking… Small, even…”

“You might want to rewire some things in here, if your dream creates a scenario wherein I am not eating chili dogs and burgers at a barbeque,” Sonic huffs, tweaking a finger against the psychic’s forehead. The nerve of that brain of his to come up with such a scenario! But Silver laughs in full, mischief twinkling in his eyes.

“You also had eight siblings, but that is neither here or there.”

Sonic snorts. “Oh jeez. That’s a bit too many.”

“They were nice,” Silver shrugs back. “And there was music, and lots of people… It was a very fun barbeque.”

“It sounds like it.” Comfortably stretching out into his blanket of grass Sonic smiles. Tomato-filled salads and siblings aside, apparently…

Silver hums comfortably too, chin sinking onto the tree roots beside Sonic’s head. They lay in silence for a few moments, the psychic’s body radiating heat and Sonic gladly leaning into that, before his friend twitches.

“Oh! But that’s not what I actually wanted to tell you.”

“What would that be, then?”

“I wanted to say that I’m happy that, even if we can’t hang out in real life all the time, we can still be together in my dreams,” Silver smiles back.

A warm smile flows onto Sonic’s face in turn.

“That’s true. As long as we dream of each other, in those minutes it is like we are right by each other’s sides.”

“And that made me happy. I wanted to say that too,” the psychic adds. Though also tired, apparently: Sonic has to swallow down a laugh at the huge yawn that accompanies those words seconds after.

“Did you get enough sleep?”

Golden eyes blink almost adorably blearily. “Probably not.”

“What time did you wake up from your dream?”

“Just before five, and then I went here immediately.”

“You need to get eight hours of sleep a day, lest you ruin your running,” Sonic smart-mouthily informs his pal, which earns him a huff and a cold wet nose jammed right against his neck. But Silver does shimmy closer as Sonic moves one arm up to give the other better access to his side, a sigh of contentment following as the psychic curls into the crook of his body. “Get some more shut-eye,” the speedster adds fondly. “I’ll do the same. Have sweet dreams.”

“I’m not sure if I’ll dream of you again if you’re right here,” gets murmured out into Sonic’s fur, quiet and sleepily.

“That’s okay. Even if you don’t, I’ll be here when you wake up, so we’re together still.”

That seems to soothe Silver; a happier purr follows, that cold wet nose tucking itself away snugly into Sonic’s fur and making the speedster have to muffle a laugh as Silver’s breaths rustle his fur once more. But it does tell him when those breaths slow in full, Silver’s entire body relaxed against him in a way the psychic is rarely seen. “Please give me actually decent barbeque food in your dreams this time,” Sonic whispers into a grey eat standing at half-attention, which twitches, hopefully in understanding.

Or he’ll take the initiative and get Silver a chili dog in his own dreams, Sonic smiles, and it takes mere minutes for him to have drifted off into a comfortable doze as well.

[.....................so I actually have a space between those last two paragraphs in my document, but this does work kinda well to just put it together... hmm🤔🤔]

#thanks for the ask🍀#Sonic gets very low EXP from tomatoes in Unleashed if I'm not mistaken so it worked out perfectly :>#silver the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #in my heart these are sonilver stories but they're pretty platonic haha #blue's writing

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matty-bear · 1 year ago

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I. The Party [N.S]

Type: Chapter one of The Influencer series

Pairing: Nick Sturniolo x Male!OC

Warnings: SFW, mentions of drinking

Summary: The triplets find themselves at a large influencer party located in downtown LA. What will happen when Nick finds himself getting assisted by Finn when he’s struggling to get some drinks for him and his brothers? And what will be Nick’s response when Finn sends him a message after they exchanged numbers at the party?

Notes: So excited to write this series! Hope you all enjoy reading the first chapter of The Influencer :D

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Considering how popular they’ve become in the past year, the triplets have been invited to an influencer party somewhere in downtown LA. The boys aren’t fans of parties, let alone if it’s a large one where a bunch of influencers are going to attend. However, Nick managed to persuade Matt and Chris to go, saying that it could be a good opportunity for them to meet new people and possibly make connections.

Around an hour before the party was said to begin, all three boys got ready. They weren’t going to be in suits and whatnot since it’s not a fancy event and instead put together comfortable yet stylish outfits. Once they got themselves together, they all filled inside the car and headed downtown.

“Is this the right place?” Matt asks, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of a large penthouse with colored lights flashing around it in front of them.

“Yeah, this is what the address said.” Nick replies, peeking out of the window and gnawing at the sight of the hundreds of cars around the building.

“Let me find a spot and we can head in.” Matt begins to drive closer towards the building. He speeds up a little when his eyes land on an empty spot a few cars away from the building. After parallel parking into the spot, he puts the car in park and the three boys exit the vehicle.

“Try to stay together and don’t do anything stupid.” Nick says, guiding them towards the penthouse. Once arriving at the front door, a guard appears in front of him demanding their names. One by one, the three tell the male their full names and bid small thanks when he steps aside to let them into the house.

“Holy shit.” Chris mumbles, the sound of loud chatter and music flooding his ears in an instant.

“Can we find somewhere a little less crowded to chill?” Matt asks, his hand immediately reaching up to fiddle with the horse chain around his neck. Nicks nods his head and scans the large space for a moment before he drags Chris and Matt to an area in the back side of the house.

“Fucking hell. This place is huge and we’re barely on the first floor.” Chris says with a huff as he plops down on a large sofa away from the few people sitting on it.

“Tell me about it.” Matt mumbles, him and Nick taking a seat on both sides of the younger. The oldest of the three continues to scan the large crowds moving together in unison around them as the younger two whip out their phones. After around fifteen minutes of sitting around and people watching, Nick gets up abruptly.

“Where are you going?” Chris asks, his gaze immediately shifting up to the older.

“Ima find something to drink. Y’all want anything?” Nick replies, looking between the two males who are gazing up at him.

“Can you get me a drink, drink?” Chris asks, his statement earring an eyebrow raise from the older.

“You want an alcoholic beverage?” Nick clarifies.

“Yeah. Just a light one though. Nothing too crazy.”

“Alright. I’ll be back.” Chris nods his head in acknowledgement before Nick walks back into the crowds of people. He cringes as multiple people push and stumble into him. After a moment of struggling to push through the crowd, Nick finds the drink area.

Surprisingly, no one was occupying the room so the red-head quickly made his way to the large selection of alcoholic beverages. Panic and confusion hit him like a large wave as he stares at the countless bottles displayed in front of him.

“You need help over here?” The sudden voice causes Nick to jump and quickly turn around on his heels. He opens his mouth to respond but the sight of the tall male in front of him causes him to panic and freeze in his spot. Nick finds himself eyeing the boy up and down a few times, gay panic fully setting in as he takes in his appearance.

Dark blue hair, defined cheekbones, two silver chains around his neck, a few rings littering his long and slim fingers which hold an empty shot glass, a blue and black striped ripped sweater, (which was hanging very loosely on his shoulders) black baggy jeans, and Doc Martens. Nick could’ve sworn he saw a glimpse of a tattoo under his sleeve but he wasn’t entirely sure, the various colored lighting being no help to his case.

“Hello?” The male taps Nick’s shoulder with his pointer finger, seeming to snap the boy out of his trance as he looks back up at him.

“Umm.. Hi, sorry.” Nick apologizes, a subtle blush coating his cheeks in an instant. “I have no idea what I’m doing, I apologize. I’m not a drinker so all of this is very confusing to me.”

“Hey, don’t sweat it. We all start out as beginner drinkers. You need help picking something out?” The blue haired male asks, his long earring touching his shoulder as he tilts his head to the side.

“God, please. Nothing too strong.”

“I got you, don’t worry.” Nick watches as the male in front of him sets the glass in his hand down on the marble countertop to grab a small glass from the cupboard behind him.

“Do you mind pouring me like two?”

“Yeah, of course! Two drinks coming right up.” As the male begins to make the drinks, Nick finds himself staring at him again, the small blush on his cheeks darkening a shade or two as he eyes his side profile. “Here you go, two Gin and Tonic cocktails. This is the simplest of drinks in my opinion so you should be perfectly fine if you down the whole thing.”

“Perfect, thank you so much.” Nick smiles at the male, the smile he returns making him melt before he takes the two drinks from him.

“Oh, I’m Finn by the way.” Finn greets, picking up his shot glass to pour himself another drink.

“Nick.”

“Great to meet you, Nick. Will I be seeing you around later tonight?” Nick opens his mouth to reply but the sound of quick footsteps coming behind him causes him to temporarily halt his actions and turn around.

“The hell is taking so long?” Chris asks, stopping short of a few steps behind the red-head. His eyes flicker up to Finn for a moment before he looks back at Nick.

“I’ll be there in a minute.” Nick says, sending a warning look to the younger who rolls his eyes and walks off. The red-head turns around, an apologetic expression on his face as meets eyes with Finn again. “Sorry, I gotta go. I’m sure I’ll see you later though.”

Finn nods his head and holds his glass out in front of him. Nick eyes the glass for a moment, confused, before he gently clinks his glass with Finn’s. The latter shoots the male a smile before he bids him farewell and walks off. Once the male is out of eyeshot, Nick mumbles a “holy shit” under his breath before hurrying back through the crowds of people to get back to Matt and Chris.

“There you are. The hell was taking you so long?” Matt asks, his arms crossing as he eyes the red-head.

“He was flirting with some guy while getting the drinks.” Chris replies, watching with a teasing smile as Nick grows flustered at his response.

“I was not!” Nick defends. “He was just helping me get drinks because I had no idea what the fuck I was doing.”

“Sure kid.” Nick rolls his eyes and sits on the sofa next to Matt. He offers one of the glasses to him and raises an eyebrow when the younger shakes his head.

“I’m driving us back. Did you forget I’m the only one out of the three of us that can drive?” Matt questions, his gaze falling down to the rings hugging his fingers.

“You’ll live if you have some. Finn said it’s a light drink so you should be fine.” Nick reassures, turning over to Chris who’s sending him a questioning gaze. “What?”

“So you know his name.” Chris states, gently taking one of the glasses out of Nick's hand to take a sip.

“Drop it, Chris.”

“Someone’s getting defensive.” Chris raises an eyebrow at the older who sends him a threatening glare.

“I’m not getting defensive.”

“I beg to differ.” As the younger shrugs and leans back, Matt speaks up.

“Do you mind if we go?” The male asks, gaining the attention of both his brothers as they quickly look his way.

“No, we can go.” Chris replies, his eyes narrowing as he watches the older fidget with the keys hanging on his belt loop. The moment he stands up and sets his glass on the table nearby, the older two follow him. As Chris walks over to Matt and wraps an arm around his shoulder to guide him to the front door, Nick stays behind to take a few glances around the room.

A small puff of air escapes his lips before he downs his glass in one go and sets it down next to Chris’ on the table. As he runs up to the latter and Matt, he whips his head around and halts momentarily when someone taps him on the shoulder.

“Finn.” Nick breathes, an immediate smile forming as he looks up at the taller.

“Hey.” The male greets, giving a small smile in return. “You heading out?”

“Yeah.” Nick frowns, “I’m not used to these settings so I feel a little out of place.”

“I feel you. Do mind if we swap numbers before you dip?”

“I don’t mind at all.” Finn smiles widely before both males swap phones to exchange numbers.

“Well, I won’t hold you back from leaving. I’ll text you later, Nick. It was nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too!” After sharing a quick wave goodbye, Nick rushes to the front door to catch up with Matt and Chris. A small shiver runs down his spine the moment the cold air nips at his exposed skin, his footsteps quickening as he hurries to the van a few cars down the street. He hurriedly opens the side door and hops in, his arm extending to grab the door handle and pull the door shut.

“Did you run into your boyfriend or something?” Chris asks, turning around in his seat to look back at the older.

“Chris, shut the fuck up. Like respectfully, please shut up.” Nick grumbles as he buckles himself in.

“What the hell are you two going on about? Did I miss something?” Matt questions, his gaze switching from Chris to Nick as he pulls the gear shift down to reverse.

“Did you not hear what I said back there?” Chris lets out a small sight when the older shakes his head. “When I went to go find Nick, I saw him flirting with some guy while he was getting the drinks.”

“You were flirting with a guy?” Matt gasps, his jaw dropping slightly as he looks at Nick in the rear view mirror.

“I was not!” Nick exclaims, his arms crossing as he slumps in his seat.

“Why are you blushing so hard for then?” The red-head quickly hides his face in his hands and looks towards the window, a small whine escaping him.

“Can we just go please?”

“Yeah, we can go.” Matt lets out a breathy chuckle as he backs out of his spot, the drive back to the house being quiet apart from the faint beats of the songs playing on the radio.

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The moment all three boys walk through their front door, they all split ways to go to their rooms. (Apart from Chris who takes a quick detour to grab a Pepsi before he goes to his room.) Nick yawns as he flicks on his bedroom light, his arms coming up to stretch above his head as he shuffles to his wardrobe.

He quickly changes into more comfortable clothes before shutting the lights back off and climbing in bed. He sighs contently as he brings the blanket up to his chin and shuts his eyes. He turns around on his side, trying to get more comfortable before the single turn turns into two. And two turns into three.

Half an hour full of the male tossing and turning in bed passes in what seems like 10 minutes. An exasperated sigh escapes Nick’s lips as he sits up in bed, the blanket rolling down to his thighs. He rubs his eyes for a moment before his arms fall down to his side in exhaustion. He looks around his room for a moment, the only source of light being the bat phosphorescence fixture on his nightstand.

“You know what…” Nick mumbles, reaching over to the remote next to the bat fixture. He sinks down in bed as he turns his television on, going blind momentarily at the bright light emitting from the TV mounted on the wall in front of him. He blinks his eyes for his vision to adjust to the light before he opens up one of the apps.

Soft, muted clicks come from the remote in Nick's hand as he scrolls through a large selection of movies, his eyes searching for one in particular. Once he finally finds it, he plays it with a large smile. The sound of Edward Scissorhands plays quietly in the room as the red-head curls his legs up and watches the movie.

A few minutes pass by and Nick jumps at the faint ding coming from his left. His eyebrows furrow as he reaches over to the source of the sound, his fingertips reaching his phone that was discarded on his nightstand. He grabs the device and sits back up in bed as he turns his phone on, the soft light from his phone highlighting his tired features. His heart skips multiple beats at the sight of a single text on his lock screen.

The text reads:

Finn: I know this might sound really sudden but would you be up to hanging out sometime?

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