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winchesterszvonecek · 5 months

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"When we get home, I'm gonna tear your clothes off and pound your pussy/ass so hard you can't see straight."

Matt Casey x reader or Brian Zvonecek x reader

Tease - [ Matt Casey] 18+

Prompt: “When we get home, I’m gonna tear your clothes off and pound your pussy so hard you can’t see straight.”

Word Count: 1211

Warnings: female!reader, smut - [ dirty talk, brief vaginal fingering, p in v sex ]

A/N: went with matt bc i don’t have much for him

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You’d never have expected Matt to have such a dirty mind, let alone a dirty mouth. But when you riled him up. Whether it be by flirting with him in the common room or purposely pushing yourself up against him in the locker room, he could get to be quite the filthy talker.

And that was evidently proven when he dragged you into his office after having had enough of your teasing for one day, deciding it was high time he did some of his own just to see how you liked it. He drew the blinds, inciting heat deep in your core as he only ever did that when he intended for things to get steamy.

Pulling you close to him, Matt fell back into his chair, which rolled slightly across the floor and banged into the wall. You were quick to straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kissed him deeply. Passionately. Enough that he almost forgot what he brought you in here for.

“When we get home…” Matt whispered, digging his fingers deep into the fleshed of your clothed ass as you ground your hips down against him, making him twitch beneath his pants and almost lose his train of thought.

Again.

His eyelids fluttered, breath hitching in his throat as he tightened his hold on you, stopping you from doing it a second time otherwise he’d never be able to actually get his teasing words out.

“Fuck…” Matt groaned lightly, his hold not quite tight enough as you managed to get one more grind of your hips in before he pulled you closer to his chest, feeling the soft mounds of your breasts pressed against him. “When we get home, I’m gonna tear your clothes off and pound your pussy so hard you can’t see straight.”

“Why wait? Why not do it now?” You replied breathlessly. Like a dog in heat. Practically begging him to pin you down and fuck you as the mere heat that had formed between your legs at his words was unlike anything you’d ever felt before.

You didn’t know if you’d have been able to wait so long to feel him absolutely destroy you, and perhaps you shouldn’t have been so intent on teasing him as you could tell he was trying to play a dirty game. Luckily for you though, you were great at games and oftentimes you got exactly what you wanted.

“You want me to fuck you now?” Matt questioned, grazing his knuckles down your chest and feeling the hardness of your nipples poke through your bra. He carried on, every inch closer he got to your lower half making your legs tighten around his. “Want me to pin you down on my bunk and fuck that tight little pussy of yours?”

“I want you to fuck me, baby.” You whispered, the desperation slipping shamelessly through your lips.

Especially when his hand delved beneath the dark material of your pants, working their way under the already soaked material of your panties. He began to drag his fingers painfully slowly across you, feeling just how wet you were for him and finding pleasure in the soft whine you let out from his touch.

“Fuck, Matt…” You couldn’t help the gentle moan from escaping your throat at the way he teased you. Pushing his fingers into your pussy barely a centimetre before pulling back out, in the exact way he knew drove you crazy and left you craving more. “God, please fuck me… Let me feel that huge cock inside me.”

You knew he couldn’t resist it when you talked dirty. Especially in that tone. That heated, whining, desperation filled tone that could have him leaking under his boxers the second it left those soft lips of yours. The ones that were currently exploring his neck, your hot breath puffing out over his skin as he continued to tease you, rubbing his thumb over your clit just lightly enough that it couldn't give you exactly what you wanted just yet.

Which is what Matt wanted. He wanted you like this. Desperate. Craving more and the second a throaty gasp left your lips when he applied just a touch more pressure, he was on his feet and tossing you down onto his bunk before you could comprehend what was happening.

“Forget waiting.” Matt practically growled, pupils blown wide with lust as he freed you of your pants. “I’m gonna pound that sweet pussy now.”

You could tell by his face that he was serious. That you were in for a rough time and it only turned you on more. You watched as he grabbed your panties, almost ripping them off you in attempts to get you out of them. He bunched them up, shoving them into your mouth in best efforts to keep you somewhat quiet as he didn’t think the firehouse would appreciate hearing him destroy you.

You spread your legs as wide as you could, riddled with hunger as you did nothing but watch as he pulled his cock from his pants. It sprang up almost instantly, rock hard already and dripping from the tip. He gave it a few quick pumps, biting back a moan as he stared directly between your legs.

“You ready, baby?” He asked, stroking his length a few more times before positioning himself on top of you. You nodded, your hand running down his still clothed chest, fingers wrapping around his cock as you gave it a gentle tug towards you, a deep, rattling moan escaping his lips as you did.

The muffled cry that erupted through the panties in your mouth as he bottomed out in one quick motion was enough to get Matt going completely. The speed at which he moved was unlike anything you’d ever felt before, his hips slamming against your thighs as he made good on his word of pounding your pussy until you couldn’t see straight.

You already couldn't see straight and it hadn’t even been a minute yet. But you loved every damn second of it. The slight hint of pain only added to that intense pleasure coursing through your veins. Your lower abdomen was on fire, tightening faster than ever with each thrust of his cock, reaching deeper inside you than it ever had before and sending you to heights you never thought you’d reach.

You made a mental note to rile him up like this more often as when your orgasm hit, it was as though you’d ascended to heaven. Like you were floating from your body and for a good thirty seconds, you saw nothing but white as Matt carried you through it, prolonging it to the point where you had to tell him to stop before you became too overstimulated that it started to hurt.

Luckily though, it only took Matt two more deep thrusts to reach his own end, collapsing on top of you as though he’d just ran a marathon and then fought a blazing fire. You were both sweating, unable to breathe let alone speak but that didn’t stop him from kissing you, pushing your hair back from your face as his lips worked lightly, gently, against yours before he whispered, smugly.

“Same time next shift?”

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niraff14 · 5 months

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Steamy Relaxation

Erick strode into his bedroom after having almost dashed in, while he wasn't technically running from his Personal Aid Yesuntei. He was also trying to avoid her, as she'd had a stacked folder in hand while talking to Dark Autumn. They'd been exchanging pleasantries, but that folder meant the odds that Yesuntei had something for him to deal with was rather high. She was a boon and a bane, the Xaela was an extremely efficient aide which could be rather bad sometimes when it came to business. She still hadn't quite grasped some of the intricacies of business, of not immediately replying to every contract request, how that sometimes running the clock down was needed to acquire a more lucrative deal for the company.

He let out a more relaxed sigh before heading to the attached bathroom in his private quarters. The hyur turned the shower on before undressing and slipping inside closing the glass doors to let the steam fog them up. Private showers were not a common household utility, they were a luxury item due to the plumbing and cost of setting them up, not to mention the cost in ceruleum to run the generator to heat the water. However, luxury was something Erick would always enjoy when given the opportunity.

Erick made sure to take his time and enjoy the hot water, since when he was done, he'd have to try and duck back out of the company house without Yesuntei catching him. Eventually he shut the water off, the valves creaking slightly as they were closed, and the rush of water turned into a dripping dribble. He stepped out of the shower and started to reach for a towel before he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

He closed his eyes and sighed, "No Erick, you're being a fool, she isn't behind you right now because that'd put her in the shower."

"No, I'm not behind you Erick, I'm in front of you." Came a soft-spoken voice.

Erick's eyes opened and he had to resist the urge to jump straight up as Yesuntei was indeed standing in front of him. The shorter woman had her head tilted upwards, her blue eyes with their bright limbal rings gazing up at the soaking wet and very nude Erick. Despite this Erick did manage to only slightly jolt in surprise. "Seven hells! Yesuntei, you can't just walk into my bathroom while I'm showering!"

Yesuntei quirked her head to the side slightly, "Why not? Everyone hangs out in the company hot tub together some nights." Her tone indicated that the xaela woman really did not understand what the issue was at all.

"That's different, people are still somewhat clothed." Erick stated, not quite knowing where to start with this one as sometimes he still didn't quite get if it was just a cultural thing or if Yesuntei was just being extremely coy.

"Yes, I do find it odd that you insist people wear a, -bathing suit- in the tub." She replied while air quoting the last part.

"I'm not the only one that would, I'm just the one that went out to relax in the tub and found you using it."

"You really didn't relax all that much that night, after your eyes got really big you nearly ran right through the door to the company house." Yesuntei remarked wryly a rather small smirk on her lips.

"You were naked!" Erick shouted out a bit too loudly in hindsight. Thank the gods he had invested in some sound proofing for his bedroom to keep out prying ears.

Yesuntei shrugged, "That is how I normally bathe, even if it is for relaxation. Nudity isn't inherently sexual."

The Xaela's words made Erick blink, suddenly realizing that not only was he still naked, but that he'd gone from trying to chastise Yesuntei to debating her on the propriety of nakedness. He paused and drew in a breath, letting it out slowly as he grabbed the towel he had been reaching for earlier, wrapping it around his waist. "Nevermind all that, what do you want?"

She smiled cheerfully back at him and raised up a clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other, "I need you to sign these."

"These are the contract forms for the antique buyer in Ul'dah." Erick stated after glancing over the front form. "We're waiting on that."

"But he's extremely eager to purchase those vases, and you really want to sell them, so it can all be resolved without delay." Her voice was still cheerful but there was a certain amount of confusion in it as well.

Erick pinched the bridge of his nose as he thought for a moment, "Look, Yesuntei, I appreciate your work ethic. But in business, some things you don't want to resolve immediately. If I wait a few days, and make him think someone else is maybe giving a higher offer, he might raise his own."

The pale skinned xaela tapped her chin with the pen briefly, "But resolving a situation to the mutual benefit of both parties allows both to resume their other activities. That is generally how things were on the steppe."

"Yes, but on the Steppe your deals involved food, needed resources, if you didn't resolve them then your tribes would end up fighting, right?"

"That's right, yes." She nodded.

"Right, critical resources, these are Vases. If they get bought, we make Gil, if they don't get bought, we don't make Gil but we don't go to war or anything. I just end up sad from the lost opportunity." He elaborated, hoping his explanation would help.

"I see, but the company not making gil in a sure thing would be bad, and you being unhappy would made Meya unhappy. So it is better to resolve it as soon as possible so everyone can be happy!" She replied holding the clipboard up again.

Erick sighed and scratched the back of his head, "We'll deal with this in a couple of days, Yesuntei, not right now in the middle of the bathroom with me almost naked. What would Meya think if she walked in and saw this scene right now?"

Yesuntei just smiled brightly, "That you're finally getting down to business?"

Erick just stared blankly at the young xaela woman. One could almost hear his brain crashing from that sudden line that had been spoken so innocently yet could have several different meanings, meanings that he was positive the Kagon was aware of. He blinked after a moment, "You did that on purpose."

"I don't know what you mean Erick," Her tone was very much one of sunshine mischief now.

"Anyway... as I said, we'll deal with the contract later. Now please, I'm not going to get dressed in front of my aide."

"Of course!"

Erick closed his eyes and sighed, half debating getting back in the shower so he could relax again. When he opened them Yesuntei was gone, having left without a sound. "How in the blazes does she do that?"

@erickgage , as well as @autumnslance ,@healerstail for the mentions.

#FF14 #Yesuntei Kagon #Erick Gage #Dark Autumn #Meya Ganaja #Business #Showers

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boliv-jenta · 2 years

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Nico x f!reader

Smut. 🔞 Spanking, rough P in V sex, oral m!receiving, adultery.

Rolling on from this.

Summary: Needing a release, you seek out Nico, who is more than happy to teach you what your body needs.

Needs

The neighbourhood was usually silent at night, except for Fridays and Saturdays. They were usually filled with gatherings. Girls nights, thinly veiled as tupperwear parties. No one under eighty threw those anymore but it was better than trying to explain to your husbands that you all get together to read steamy romance novels while getting loaded. The men had their poker night. The swingers party were once a month.

Saturday nights were a little quieter. The only sound you could hear tonight were the Henderson's kids practicing with their band. The odd note of Fortunate Son caught on the breeze and through your open window. It was warm tonight, the breeze did nothing to help cool your fevered skin. Memories of this afternoon played in your head. Their touch. The sounds that tumbled out of them. The feelings they drew from you. The pleasure they had taken in your body. Your fingers played with the waistband of your panties. There was no way your could sleep without some relief from the throbbing between your legs. Hesitantly, you traced the fabric. Could you provide yourself a decent amount of relief? How could you compare to Nico's touch? Deciding that even a weak substitute was better than nothing, you moved to close the curtains.

Across the street Nico's lights were still on. Movement caught your eye as his front door opened. Anglo's familiar curls appeared at the doorway, aglow from the porch light. A small suit case in his left hand as his right cupped Nico's face bringing him in for a kiss. A sweet, simple press of their lips. Nothing like the kisses you had seen them share before. Nico remained on his porch as the rear lights of Angelo's sports car faded in the distance. For all the competence and confidence Nico exuded, for how he filled the space with broad frame, he suddenly looked so small. Alone under the infinite night sky.

Taking a glance at your now empty bed, your husband long gone on his business trip, you grabbed a wraparound dress, made your way over to his house. Somehow you ended up at his door. Finger hovering over his doorbell. The night air finally cooled you fevered brain as you turned to go back home.

"Everything alright?" His deep voice cut through the dark as he moved into the light. Too caught up in your own thoughts, you haven't even noticed him sitting in one of the rattan chair of his porch.

"Yeah. I just couldn't sleep and I noticed your light on. It's late. I thought I'd see if you were okay."

He humoured you with a smile. "Liar."

Another thing that wasn't done in your small, quiet town, calling people out on their polite white lies. He stepped closer he smelled off both their colognes rolled off him. "Be honest Sweetheart. What did you come for?"

"I..." Shit. What did you come for? The sex? Or that moment that he looked at you, really looked at you? The moment that you trusted him. That you felt equal to him. That you felt more respect and care from him than you'd felt from your husband in a long time. "I couldn't sleep. I could still feel you. I needed.."

He left you to fumble for your words. Even though his body language told you he knew exactly what you wanted. His fingers trailed your bare arm as you spoke. "I needed a release."

He looked you up and down before moving back toward the shadows. Tugging the belt of your dress, he pulled you along. Reaching his chair he sat, guided you into his lap.

"How badly do you need a release? Would you use my cock here, where anyone could see?" His words alone brought you closer to the edge. Desperate to save some face, to not let him know how much he affected you, you straightened your spine. Lifting up from him you slipped off your underwear, lifting your skirt, you set your bare ass on his lap. Thick fingers dug into your hips as he guided you back and forth on the bulge in his dress trousers. He was already full aroused. "Angelo got called away. It ruined all my plans."

"What plans?" You asked over your shoulder, hips rolling against him.

"Firstly, he was going to return the blow job I gave him then I was going to eat his ass until I was hard again then I was going to fuck him." He lightly ground into you as he spoke.

"All that after this afternoon? Do you normally have such an appetite?

"I made you come several times this afternoon, now you're here perched over my dick. Do you usually have such an appetite?"

Truth be told, no. The last couple of years their had been an uptick in your sex drive. The parties had awakened your needs even more but the few partners before Nico hadn't done as much for you as he had. Not wanting to be caught in a lie again you told him the truth. "No one has ever made me feel like you do. I guess I've just gotten greedy."

"Greedy I can work with." He turned you in his lap to face him. "Look at you. I knew you weren't as vanilla as the rest of the group."

"Vanilla?"

"Plain, boring. They think they're kinky because they swap partners. They just give each other permission to cheat. I don't see that woman down the street with that like yapping dog being as bold to do this." His slipped your dress open a touch exposing your cleavage and giving him a glimpse of your pussy. "Any time you want me to stop, just say."

The nervousness that flared in you for a second as he exposed you gave way to excitement. The same excitement you could see in the glint of his eyes, in the darkness, covered by his partial boxed in porch and thick perennials, it was one of the only thing you could see of him. The porch light barely made it this far. It just about highlighted his handsome features. Without another thought you shrugged the dress off your shoulders, the loose knot slid free, allowing the fabric to pool at his feet.

"Fuck." Nico muttered. In a raw display of strength he lifted you, parted your legs over his waist before pulling you down on his lap. His lips and tongue showered your breasts with attention. He sucked and nipped at your hardened nipples. Renewing the sting from his earlier bites. Your hands grew bold, threading into his thick waves, guiding him where you wanted him. His soft hands and nimble fingers occupied the breast that wasn't in his mouth. The stimulation paired with the gentle rock of his clothed cock against your clit made you come. Your fingers dug into his scalp while your legs clamped around his. He deeply groaned at the subtle pain.

"You soaked right through to my dick. Dirty fucking girl." He swiped his fingers through the mess before pressing them to you lips. "Here. Taste how sweet." Opening you mouth, you sucked his fingers in deep. "You keep that up, Honey and I'll give you something else to suck." He said it as a threat but you weren't sure if he was referring to his size or the fact that you were still out in the open. A late night drive or a nosey neighbour away from being discovered.

All your caution had been thrown to the wind long ago. You'd lived your life like a good girl all these years and what had it gotten you. A loveless marriage, a resentful husband. A barren nest. No, this wasn't about that. This was about your pleasure, something that had been neglected for far too long. Calling his bluff you dropped between his knees, big eyes looking up at him expectantly.

"You want me to give you something else to suck on?" He pulled his cock free held it in his hand. "Maybe I can let you have just a little taste."

Fisting his hand in your hair he held you in place, his other hand guided the head of his cock to your lips. "Lick."

Dutifully, you ran your tongue through the glistening slit. His precome salty and earthy on your tongue. "Good girl. Here take a little more." He pushed the head passed your lips. "Now suck."

For someone who had always thought of herself as her own woman, even when she had to toe the line, the way he controlled you was driving you crazy. In the past the control over you was frustrating, something that kept you stuck, something that only served to harm you in the long run. This control? This was an illusion. Even stark naked and on your knees, you knew you had more power over him than you'd ever had over a man. He was open about his desires, about how you could fulfil them, he'd praised how your body pleased him. Still, having him provide those boundaries? Giving you a safe space to explore. It aroused you no end.

After a few harsh sucks, he slipped in a little further. "Fuck. You suck harder than than vacuums your boring ass husband sells."

From the moment his massive cock rested on your lips, choking was a real concern. You didn't think that it would be from laughter. Sitting back you looked up at him as the laughter claimed him too. It was the first time you'd seen him genuinely laugh. He'd chuckled derisively. Smirked. Smiled. Laughter was new. It made him look younger, boyish even.

"Guess I ruined the mood, huh?" For the first time since you met him he seemed unsure, lost even. It looked just as good on him. Honest. Real.

"No." You moved back between his legs, guided his hand back into your hair, tugged it for good measure. He wrapped his hand around his shaft again for a moment before releasing it and you. "Let's go inside." He picked up your dress, wrapped it around you before leading you inside.

"You want a drink?" He poured and downed a whiskey before you answered.

"No, thank you."

"Here. I wanna show you something." Setting his glass on the bar he led the way to his bedroom. Only this time he turned to another bedroom. It was neatly kept, minimal funiture. A bed, a bedside table and a trunk at the end. Opening the trunk he pulled something out before closing the lid. Your eyes widened as his presented you with a thick leather paddle. "I want you to use it on me."

It hadn't took much convincing to get you here. He was on the bed in front of you, completely naked. He was on all fours. His glorious length proudly standing between his legs. He looked beautiful, untouchable, like a work of art.

His skin was flushed, a pink patch developing on his left ass cheek. "Again." He croaked, his voice was hoarsed with need. "Harder."

You slammed the paddle down harder. The force of it hurt your hand. "Fuck, yes, Baby. Keep going." His knuckles were white from gripping the sheets. You struck him again. He moaned this time, it caused your pussy to pulse. Each crack made his cock twitch. He was hard and red, leaking precome. Another few slaps of the paddle against his pert little ass made you wonder how much he could take. He was a mess, ass in the air, face in the sheets. Murmurs of 'fuck', 'yes' and 'harder' stuttering out of him on repeat. This time you decided to go as hard as you could. Lining it the paddle you pulled it back, a resounding clap filled the room.

"Oh, shit, Baby. I need to come. Can I..? Shit, can I take that tight cunt of yours?" Now he was kneeling on the bed frantically jerking himself. As soon as permission left your lips he had you bend over underneath him. One of his feet planted next to you helping him thrust impossibly deep. His movements were hard and fast. He pounded into you like you were nothing more than a willing vessel. It was dirty and vulger. It made you feel degraded. And you fucking loved every minute of it.

His grunts turned almost pained before he slowed down, his finger tips rubbing your soaked clit until you were just about to come. As soon as he felt you near, he began pounding fast again, his fingers never slowed.

As your cunt clamped down on him, he practically howled. "Yes. Yes. Yes!"

He didn't even slow for his own release he just kept pounding until he was completely flaccid. Pulling out of you, he flopped onto his back on the bed. He scrubbed a hand over his face, blinking and breathing deeply. For a moment it was almost as if he were struggling to get back to himself.

"Shit. Are you okay?" He asked. You were still in the same position, trying to recovered, a deep ache was forming between your legs, your arms were shaking from holding yourself up. Your whole being was oscillating from it's earthly ached and pains to a state of heavenly euphoria. "Am good. That was..."

"Sorry I should have eased you in.."

"....fucking incredible."

Each and every orgasm he had given you had been amazing. This one had you seeing stars. It rolled through you over and over, building until it ripped outward from where you were joined. You head was heavy with it, an ache formed behind your eyes. So caught up in it you couldn't help the soft, sweet kiss you place his lips. Even naked, covered in each other bodily fluids, it felt too intimate.

"I'm sorry." You slid away gathered your things.

"Hey. It's okay. It happens." He reassured you, propping himself up on his elbows. "Listen..." Great, you ruined a good thing with a stupid kiss. "....this is really fucking working for me. You're hot and eager. I can get what I need from this but you need to think what you need from this. That joke I made about your husband? I've seen how you are together. I know you're not happy but I can't give you all the things he's not. We can fuck. Believe me, I'll fuck you until your cunt gives out. I can make you scream and give you everything your body needs. I can't give you hearts and flowers though. I'm not..it's not in me." His voiced lowered with his eyes.

"It's fine. I'm not looking for that." Not a complete lie, your weren't. Things with your husband were...complicated. A romantic involvement wasn't what you were expecting from these parties. If he asked you to lay with him, kissed you softly, you'd be willing to explore a romance with him, if that's what he wanted, most people would with those soft brown eyes regarding them so patiently. That's not what he wants so it's off the table. Luckily, so many other things were. Dropping your things to the floor you stalked towards him. "Now, tell me more about what my body needs."

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phoenixprophecydrekidivinations · 2 years

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Tess

La Lune: Flash From The Past #SL #Bane #HellRaisers #PhoenixProphecy

[A relaxing sigh slips past slightly parted lips, the heat from a purification bath slowly easing tension in my shoulders and back. Tonight was a full moon and it couldn’t have come at a more perfect time.

I’d been feeling the darkness slowly creeping up, wanting to be unleashed.

To roam freely.

The moon was a strong healing force that helped to quell that side of me. I sink down into the steamy salt waters, small bubbles encircling me as I visualize the negative energy leaving.

I break the surface, slicking my dark locks back then sit up to release the stopper. Honey hazels watch mesmerized as the milky water slowly circles down the drain before I rise up, waterdrops trickle traveled tanned curves.

Reaching for the clean towel on the nearby rack I pat dry before I pad out of the bathroom with bare feet carrying me to the vanity. Pruned hands reach out for the glass bottle filled with diluted lemon oil.

The oil would allow me to be more attuned to the lunar energies and this ritual was something I did with each full moon. I leisurely apply the oil into my damp skin, setting the bottle aside then crossing over to my bed to slip on a white sheer ritual dress.

I grab jewelry next, gold chains and bangles draped on my neck and decorating my delicate wrists. With fingers combing through my hair to air dry, I look around my room for anything else I’ll need.

My honey hazel eyes catch sight of the bag I packed earlier and loop it over my shoulder to keep the strap lying across my chest as I slip a shawl around my shoulders.

Lids lowered, I focus on summoning up my magick.

Molecules fading off on the wind to dematerialize off. I reform at the abandoned temple deep in the jungles of South America.

My feet cool from the mossy growth as I pad over with purpose to the cement altar. Shawl was shrugged free from my shoulders, the silky fabric dropping in a slow flutter to the ground below.

I pull off the bag, opening the flap after dropping it to the chilled cement top, fingers sliding inside to gather the honey jar, cinnamon, and roses.

I’d been meaning to thank the Goddess Oshun for her blessings this past season and felt the first full moon of the New Year was best.

I set the jars around the candles, the gold chains removed from around my neck as an offering as I flicked fingertips to ignite the long waxy wicks, and turned on my heel to start a small bonfire.

A grin plays over my full lips, feeling my body already starting to tingle as the lunar beams begin to shower their energy down on me.

Turning back to the roses, I begin to pluck their red and pink petals, walking along the edge of a fountain within the overgrown temple, dropping the petals into the rippling water. I dip my toes in the cool waters a moment allowing my mind to free as the moon makes my body hum more. Ears ringing. The pitch is growing.

With a sigh of relief I turn back to the flames dancing in the fire I’d built, feet dancing with a twirl slowly around the perimeter of the flickering flames, the gold bangles tinkling musically with each fluid movement.

My body vibrates stronger, my head dizzy as I tilt it back to bathe in the healing moon beams. I’d continue my dancing, adding some singing to cleanse my body from this dark feeling until the sun rose or my body finally exhausted. I smile up at the starry night, thanking the Goddess before my expression cracks at the sound of strange howls not far in the distance.]

[The howls drew closer to the temple that night. Feet scrambling to the altar as I delved my hand inside swiftly yanking free a ritual knife. I had not expected any trouble and it was the only thing I had packed that could be used as a weapon.

I clutched the hilt tightly in my grasp, keeping myself awake until the first rays of dawn. The sky alit with hues of pink and orange. I left the aged and crumbling structure behind to relocate to a casita not far away.

Something about those strange howls had stirred my curiosity.

Well that and the odd mental message warning to stay south.

At first I thought the mind prickling was Viktoria’s, my cursed other half, spirit guide Tonia. She still lingered after the curse was broken, to watch over me, but this felt different.

Not wanting to risk anything, I opted to stay in South America. I needed time away from #TrinitySprings.

I occupied most of my time delivering some essentials to the small secluded villages in the surrounding area.

The humid nights were quiet and calming, and helped ease the residual tension and stress aches from my body.

Days drifting in and out.

While it was soothing being out here away from everything I still had the peculiar feeling of being watched from the shadows of the night jungle.

What could be stalking me I wasn’t sure, but it didn’t seem threatening.

By the end of the week I had felt lighter, almost rejuvenated and decided to leave the isolated patch of the Amazonas to travel further south to Rio.

I packed up some clothes in a small bag, tucking it into the saddle bags of my dirt bike before locking up the casita to begin my long journey. I mount and straddle the bike and rev it to life.

The purr of the engine makes my body vibrate from my head, to my shapely jean covered thighs and shit kickers. I back out the drive slowly and turn the handle bars, revving up the speed as I hit the open road.

I gun the engine, the mirrored lens on my aviators glinting in the sunlight as I lean low over the roaring engine to take a sharp curve in the road. My keen sight takes in the scenery passing by me in a blur of colors as my hair flickers wildly, trailing behind me along with the exhaust fumes.

Upon entering the city I noticed how alive it was with preparations for Carnival. I had forgotten all about the festival and was excited to see the celebrations.

I drove through the packed streets heading toward the hotel I’d made reservations for and after checking in and stowing my things away I enjoyed a nice cool shower to wash the road off of my heated skin.

I rested for a while, my sore cheeks and body thanking me for the reprieve before I awoke to slip on a summer dress and some sandals to join the celebratory atmosphere. The colors were vibrant with deliciously curved ladies, and hard sculpted male performers covered in different bright costumes with various exotic plumages peeking out from their headdresses and skimpy skirts.

The air was filled with rhythmic samba music amping up the festive energy. I was enjoying being so immersed in the carefree celebrations and parades until a new contract came across the wire.

Leaving the parade behind I strode back to my rented suite to decipher the encrypted files on my laptop. I scan over the available details, the price just right and typing out a confirmation of interest I quickly shove my things into my bag.

With an almost gleeful grin playing on my lips I say goodbye to the buzzing city and speed down an empty road. I punch out a hand, fingers splaying out to summon a portal.

The magick ripples as I pass through before it shrinks to a small bubble to seal completely. My body and bike transport through the tunnel of magick to pass through time and space taking us from Brazil to my next destination Dubai.]

#PhoenixProphecy #DrekiDivinations #Bane #Tess #SurrealInk

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hskwon · 2 years

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挫折: FRUSTRATIONS

pairings: colleague!jeonghan x office worker!reader

genre: fluff, office romance

尹正漢: you finally let out all your frustration to your senior colleague who have been making you repeat your designs.

the papers on your table, which were once organized, are now mixed up and out of order. the coffee on your table appears to have lost its steaminess. you're asking what happened? yoon jeonghan happened.

he smiled at you as he walked past your table, sipping his coffee. you're both an architect, and he seems to despise you and your ideas so much that he continues pointing out defects in your design that are both impossible and possible.

you're thinking a new design—no, thinking why you're here, how did you wind yourself here? 'fighting!' he whispers as he leans back in his chair. ' in the way of your progress. you cleaned your table with your middle finger raised.

he chuckles at your response. he enjoys it, and teasing you is a form of enjoyment for him. he has no idea what you two are called, enemies? colleagues? he doesn't like any of it and truly wants to be friends with you.

"you're through with your work?" dino patted jeonghan, who was just sitting in his chair, scribbling on his sticky notes. he replied without glancing up at dino, "you go, i'll stay for now."

he turns to face you. it's just the two of you on this floor now. he feels bad about rejecting your ideas, especially since you've already completed the bim. he gets up and walks towards you, his bag slung over his shoulder.

"do you need assistance?" he inquired. "from you? shut up," you tightened your jaws, your brow furrowed in annoyance at hearing his voice, you're finishing your bim today and slap his face after.

""why do you keep doing it wrong?" he complained as he drew a swivel chair and sat beside you, assisting you with the 3D model.

"why do you keep seeing my wrong?" you murmured. "because everything is wrong, y/n. don't expect me to see a pretty blossomed flower in a dead field." he remarked, slightly pushing your swivel chair to make room for himself.

the stillness engulfed the entire room, and the guard urged both of you to go home right away, but you both replied no. you're both committed to see this through. after an hour, working silently with him feels easier, and he's doing well as well.

"what do you think?" he said, "why are you asking me? even if I said it's enough you'll reject it again." you said.

"i will not reject something i've worked on," he added, smiling at the finished model. "we'll merely fix these pieces tomorrow," he said, his gaze now fixed on you.

you glance at the time and nod, slipping your bag over your shoulder, shivering from the cold. you look for your favorite pen and ask whether he has used it. he pulled your shoulder close to him, and you're now facing his chest.

you felt your hair fall into your shoulder and back. "it's on your hair."

your cheeks reddened, and you took a step back, almost collapsing to the floor, but you clutched his broad shoulder, his arms encircling your waist, catching you before you fall.

"you appear to be in panic," he grins cheekily at you, teasing you by bringing his face closer to yours, and you stomped on his foot, causing him to release you and groaned in pain.

"yah! i just helped you and you'll just hurt me?" he asked holding onto his foot that you stepped on.

"that was a twist of fate, and thank you mister. i wished you a bad evening," you said, tightening your smile at him before snatching your coat and walking away.

he grabbed his suitcase and followed you. he said goodnight to the guard before sliding and walking to follow you on your route. the guard returned their greeting and wished them a safe ride.

both of you arrived within the front of the building, you swiped on your cellphone checking the time. it is clearly middle of the night and you hadn't eaten some thing yet except cup noodles.

you check the road and see that there is almost nothing crossing it. there's no chance you'll be able to catch a taxi on this road. jeonghan stands next to you, one hand in his pocket, the other carrying his coat and suitcase, and he's just staring at you.

"i have my car with me, so i'll give you a ride," he said, clearing his throat. you didn't look him in the eyes and replied grumbling in annoyance, "no, thank you. i'll just go find a taxi down the street."

"don't be stubborn, it's not like i'm abducting you or something," he grumbled, his lips pursed and his feet swaying back and forth. he sniffed when he felt the cold,

he grabs your hand and walks over to his car. "i already said no! why do you always contradict everything i say and do?! this is all your fault, jeonghan, and now you're guilty?! i've been like this every night, working late at night solely because of your incoherent pranks."

you yelled at him, taking your hands away from his, expressing your annoyance. "i know you despise me, but think about what would happen if you go home alone at this hour!"

"yes, it's my fault you work this late, but it's not a prank y/n. i'm trying hard to keep you so you can keep your work because your designs are veraciously pleasant, but you just don't consider the imperfections!!"

"the design might crumble, and i'm trying to make you realize the wrongs and imperfections of your work!" he yelled back, but not in the way he's been affrighting you,

he takes your wrist and gently places a handkerchief on it before dragging you into his car without saying anything. as he fastens your seatbelt, you remain silent, your tears still rolling.

"you can cry, i won't look," he murmured, turning on the radio to drown out your sobs and starting the car without looking at you. the tears won't stop flowing as you sob louder.

you realized you shouldn't have blamed jeonghan because all he did was help you get better. he's merely irritating, but he cares, and he genuinely enjoys your work, but you're so overcome with negative emotions that you can't help but resent him for causing you to do it.

he opened the car windows once you had steadfastly calmed down, allowing fresh air into the car on this chilly night. as you stared out the window, you said, "thank you..." optically canvassing the stars and the clear firmament, which allowed you to see the moon.

when you got at your house, he pulled over to the side of the road and jumped out of the car before opening your door. "i—i'll wash this and return it to you," you whispered hesitantly as you held up the handkerchief.

"you should eat and rest. don't bottle your feelings like that again, i'm here to take all of your rants," he murmured, patting your shoulder and smiled like an angel.

"i'm sorry for blaming you, sir," you said, bending your head 90 degrees to him. "sir?" he laughed as he snorted at you. "i heard you labeled me a fallen angel. 'sir', what's up now?" he teased you once more.

"y-you're still a fallen angel but..." you're shut off with a pat on your head. "yeah right, at least i'm an angel." he laughed. "go in. i can hear your stomach grumble." he said causing you to kick his legs, which he groaned at.

he sees you enter your home before getting into his car, a smile on his face, remembering your reddened nose and eyes. "you worked hard," he whispered as he closed his window and turned on his radio.

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ja3hwa · 2 years

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I didn't mean to | Bucky [15]

Word count: 1.4k

Genre: Action, Smut, Fluff, Angst, lots of pain :)

Type: Bucky x AFAB! Reader

Warnings: naked cuddling, kissing, sloppy neck kisses, dirty talk, almost fingering?, getting caught, slight panic attack.

Synopsis: You can't get enough of each other, but when one panic about the past leads to another, fear untimely decides what your fate becomes.

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The hot water now off, and the cold sets in. Bucky still hugs your damp figure as you lay on the end of the unmade bed, having Bucky only walked you to the bed once your steamy session was finished. You rub his back, fingers grazing over the metal that connects to flesh. A soft hum erupts through the soldier on top of you.

"Can we just stay like this? I've never been more relaxed in years..." He groans, letting all his muscles and limps mould into yours.

"As much as I would love that, we need to get up." You huff in your own disappointment. Feeling Bucky sigh. He gets up, allowing you to get dressed in some sweats and a sports bra while he picks up his clothes from last night. Putting on his boxers he take leave to his room to get dressed but you had other plans.

Sneaking to his room just after him. You let yourself in with a big smile as he puts on his black sweats. You giggle, going to his dresser before pulling out his plain black shirt that you swear is the only thing he wears.

"What are you doing doll." He smirks putting on a dusted blue shirt for once. You put the shirt on before giving him a twirl, smiling at the feeling of the large fabric warming you.

"God princess, you look so cute in my clothes." He wraps his arms around your waist, bringing you into a kiss on your cheeks and forehead. Smothering you with love. His kisses trail to your neck, sucking hard, leaving behind a bright purple mark.

"I can't get enough of you..." He groans, pushing you against the dresser, trapping you with his arms and body. He curses but also thanks the serum for giving him this much stamina and drive. His metal hand danced around the waistband of your pants, before snaking their way inside. Pushing past your panties, his metallic fingers glide inbetween your folds.

"J-James." You gulp, wrapping your arms around his neck. His lips grazing your ear his hot breath tinglings down your flesh.

"You are so perfect, Darling. Always so wet for me." He growls, his mental finger finding your hole. But before he could enter you, his door opens abruptly, seeing Steve stand there wide-eyed.

"Oh Jesus, I thought you were alon-no- uh- Sorry..." He closes instantly after regretting his actions. You freeze feeling embarrassment fill you. Bucky blinks wide-eyed for a moment before turning his attention to you, holding your cheek.

"It was only Steve, he won't say anything. Don't worry." He settles your mind, fixing your pants.

Chatters and small talk echoed through the hallway, steve enters the kitchen again after saying he was going to try to catch Bucky in his room while he was alone but when the team notices him enter alone, their minds wander to, maybe something went wrong.

"Where's cyborg?" Tony takes a sip of his drink. The chatter gets louder as you and Buck drew closer to the kitchen. Finally retching the door entrance, Sam is the first to see you both.

"Ah Morning Buck," Sam spoke, a grin directed to Bucky, making him feel discomfort and confusion at Sam's perkiness. You slip from behind him, heading straight for the coffee machine, making Sam catch your presents.

"And morning y/n. I hope you both slept well." Sam continued to speak, smirking at the soldier while taking a sip of his coffee that was most certainly laced with double the amount of caffeine you are supposed to put in a normal cup.

"We slept fine, thanks, Sam." You smiled, your back turned away from the team as you pour you and Bucky a cup. The team eyed Bucky as the poor boy just stood there with no words on his mind. He has never been in a situation where the team clearly knows he 'got some' as Sam likes to put it. You turn around handing the cup to Bucky. He takes it from you without a second, taking a sip of the hot liquid.

"Well come on, when did-arh hey!" Sam's words got cut off by an elbow from Clint. Silencing him so he wouldn't embarrass Bucky even more than he already feels.

"So since Tinman and newbie are finally here, I want to ask a question," Tony said.

"Tony leave them alone, ask later." Wanda's motherly tone ripped through her words, lightly hitting the shoulder of the playboy next to her.

"What do you want Stark?" You ask, leaning against the bench where the coffee machine sits.

"Well this is actually for Bucky boy, but we looked over some of the files and we found one that interested us. It was about a little girl and we are led to believe you might have known her personally. We wanted to know some information about her if you can provide it of course." Tony's words hit like a bus, the world seemed to stop spinning. Bucky has near the same expression as you, going pale at the males words. Your body became numb as you dropped the cup in your hand, the hot liquid splashing everywhere, the sound of shattering ceramic echoing through the large opened kitchen.

"Oh god are you okay?" Steve asked seeing the hot coffee has splashed on your legs. Nat and Steve immediately started picking up some pieces while you stayed frozen at what you heard.

"Hey Darling, look at me." Bucky's words were soft, sweet, trying to draw you away from panic but the thought of all the team members knowing who you really were right at this moment scared the life out of you. The terrifying truth is relieved without your power. It was like the world was coming to an end right in front of you. Bucky's voice broke in your head, holding your shoulders tightly. You glanced up at him, a tear threatening to escape your wide eyes.

"I-I'm sorry...I didn't mean...I" You push Bucky off you and almost run down the hallway trying to get to your room as quickly as possible, leaving everyone confused.

"What just happened?" Clint asks, as his wandering eyes watch—along with the rest of the team—you run down the hall until you were out of sight.

"She seems pretty distraught. Maybe someone should follow her." Wanda goes to stand up but Bucky cuts her off, saying he will talk to her afterwards. hesitant at first, she agrees, taking her seat again.

"Well on that note, care to tell us who she is?" Tony spoke up, only wanting to talk about the task at hand. Nat and Steve finished cleaning up the cup before taking their seats again. Everyone now looks at Bucky waiting for an answer. He didn't want to say anything, not wanting to bring up your dark past, but at the same time, he knew they wouldn't let him leave unless he spoke up.

"She was another experiment, just like me. What else do you want from me?" Bucky starts getting colder on the matter, becoming defensive, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Oh come on, tell us anything juicy!!"

"Did you know her personally?"

"Did she go through the same mind thing as you?"

"How about her powers what were they?"

"Ok, that enough!" Bucky yelled cutting everyone off. Anger now surged through him, wanting nothing more than to leave this conversation. Racking his fingers through his hair before scratching his chin.

"She was a little girl. She shouldn't have been there, but her father was cruel enough to give her to hydra. Yes, I know her, No I won't tell you her powers and...She only went through it once...Because of me." Bucky's voice broke a little at the end of his words, still feeling guilt from the time back in Hydra. scoffing to himself, he begins to walk back to search for you, not wanting to answer any more hurtful questions about the past. The tension in the air became so thick it could be sliced with a knife. Everyone feels a sense of guilt, feeling bad for poking the bear.

"Bucky wait one more question..." Nat stopped him as he held onto the door frame before turning around to look at her.

"What do you mean know her? Shouldn't you say knew? Does that mean you still know where she is?" Tony scoffs as Bucky curses at himself at his slip up trying to think for a moment on what to say.

"You said one question, what was three..." He spoke bluntly before turning to walk off in the same direction as you. but he was stopped with a panting Bruce running past him.

"Woah what's up with you, Green man." Tony laughs.

"I've unlocked the USB..."

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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let me be your ruler.5

Warnings: guns, dubcon, noncon, fingering, treats.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Pairing: (dark!mob!) Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You find more to worry about than just Peter.

Note: We get the long awaited update for mob Peter and I hope you like this twisted little chapter! Tomorrow Zemo and Wednesday the finale of Birch!Loki. I’ll try to keep up with Zemo and go back to an old series and try to pick away more at finish WIPs.

Hope you enjoy it. Thank you. Love you guys!

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Peter’s intensity did not let up. If anything, he grew more insistent and more suffocating. After the pool, there was the bed, then the shower, then another romp that kept you from logging into your work email. You were sore and drained by the time you laid down, too exhausted to try to wriggle away from him as he joined you and kept his arm over you as you drifted off.

You woke to him drinking coffee and looking out at the lush property. He wore only a pair of short boxers, his muscles lined perfectly along his bent arm and firm stomach. You let out a soft breath and rolled onto your back.

Your thighs brushed together and made you squirm. You thought once he had his fun, he might let up. You could not predict this man in anything.

“You want a coffee?” he asked as he turned away from the windows, “I’ll send for one. Latte? Mocha?”

“Mmmph,” you grumbled and sat up carefully.

Those cocktails went down too easy and added to the weight in your head and limbs. The alcohol made him bearable, made your new reality palatable. You were naked still. You held the sheet to your chest and he went to the dresser and pulled out the drawer with his free hand. He dangled the long camisole gown before you as he neared.

“I hate to cover such a pretty woman up but I think we’ve exposed my staff to enough of our fun,” he held the thin straps over a single finger.

You reached for it and he drew it just away from your grasp. He bent and his dark eyes clung to yours, “not a good morning kiss?” he taunted.

You leaned forward and pecked his lips. He purred and stood, draping the silk over your lap.

“So, coffee?” he asked again.

“With just a little milk,” you answered as you pulled on the nightgown and turned your legs over the edge of the bed. Every part of you was stiff, “thank you.”

“You’re learning, princess,” he praised, “such sweet manners.”

You stood and crossed your arms. He chuckled and nudged your chin with his knuckle playfully. He pulled on a robe and knotted it loosely around his body. He went to the door and hit the button right beside the frame. A knock came shortly and he handed over his empty mug and requested one for you.

“I was thinking, we’d extend our stay a while,” he said as he turned back to the room, “I need a break from the city… but if you’re good, I’ll let you invite your friends. They’re nice girls.”

“Is that a suggestion or an order?” you asked dully.

“Both,” he smirked at you as he came closer and wrapped his arms around you, “you’re starting to get it, princess.”

You searched his face and held back a sigh. His brown eyes were smokey as his hands slipped down to your ass.

“I’ll need them around to distract my guests,” he purred.

“Guests?” you turned your arms and planted them firmly against his chest as he bent to kiss your neck. He ignored you easily as he swayed you with him.

“I was woken up early by a call,” he spoke against your skin, his lips sending shivers through you, “we got today and tomorrow, then those two goons will be joining us. I can get away but…” he raised his head and ran his hands up your sides and along your arms, pulled them over his shoulders, “business is business… we can still fit in a little play.”

You stiffened and swallowed. Your brows furrowed and you slanted your lips as you looked past him.

“You mean Bucky?”

“And Steve,” he filled in, “you don’t get one without the other.”

“I thought you guys were all… sorted out,” you said quietly.

“Ah, princess, you don’t know the half of it,” he cooed, “let’s keep it that way. Better for everyone.”

You nodded. He was right, you knew whatever he did was unsavoury and you didn’t need the details. You knew what he was capable of. A flash of fear went through you as you recalled the barrel of his gun pointed at you.

“I don’t wanna do that again, princess,” he uttered as if he could read your mind, “so… let’s not. Give the girls a call.”

A tap came at the door and he parted. He opened it and took the mug from the servant and brought it to you. You took it as the scent promised to fend off the ache behind your eye. You sat in one of the upholstered chairs and took a cautious sip. He watched you with a grin and bit his lip.

“Better finish that fast,” he warned, “coffee stains don’t come easy.”

You eyed him as he pushed open his robe and you saw the bulge twitch in his boxers. You kept your face placid, not wanting to provoke him. What exactly were you holding onto? He already had your whole life in the palm of his hand.

✨

Halle was more than overjoyed to accept your invitation but Molly passed as she wanted to hang out with Charlie. Desiree said it would be good for her as her co-worker turned out to be a total waste of time.

You hated that you were doing this to your own friends; using them as bait. Peter made it clear that they were welcome only on the condition that they could be an ends to his means. ‘Tell them to bring bikinis’, he insisted before you made the call.

Your second morning at the beach house was just as heavy as the first. The day before was filled with Peter’s incessant touching and another dip in the pool that ended in his delight. The staff was set to cleaning the pool once more in preparation of the guests. You were embarrassed as the servers, cleaners, and chef were all too aware of your activities.

Peter left you after a quick shower and you were thankful for the chance to wash on your own. He pecked your lips as he held his phone to his ear and squeezed your ass before he went.

You stood beneath the steamy stream of the faucet and melted beneath it. You came out slightly refreshed and wrapped yourself in a plush towel.

You went into the bedroom and sorted through the second drawer as you searched for something more comfortable than showy. There wasn’t much you could categorize as practical. You heard the door creak and didn’t look up as droplets cooled on your arms and you pulled a yellow sun dress out of the closet instead.

“That’s a good colour for you,” the voice made you freeze and you glanced over at the open door.

You assumed it was Peter or the wind, but the man who filled the doorframe with his thick shoulders, made your chest tight. Bucky stood with his arm against the wood as he leaned nonchalantly and leered at you.

“Wh-when did you get here?” you stuttered as you held your towel tight and shielded yourself with the dress.

“Just a couple minutes ago,” he smiled, “I was just looking for the bathroom but…” he tilted his head as his voice trailed off and his eyes ventured down your body, “...think I found something better.”

“Get out,” you hissed, “or I’ll shout.”

“Why? I’m not doing anything… just watching,” his lips curled lasciviously, “and you are fun to watch.”

“What-- I said, get out, Bucky,” you snarled as you stomped over to him.

You pushed on his thick arm, the muscle firm as it peeked out from beneath his short-sleeve button-up. He didn’t budge as he loomed over you.

“Your man likes to treat me like some errand boy. Sent me off to keep an eye on you. Boring, at first, all those months following you around to cafes and grocery stores,” he reached out and cradled your chin. You tried to pull away but he gripped your jaw firmly and held you in place, “but those things you do when you think you’re all alone… I was tempted to lend a hand but… business.”

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you grabbed his wrist and wrenched it away, “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about--”

“That little pink dildo, well, not very little is it?” he licked his bottom lip, “I thought he would’ve told you. He’s a careful man. He plans ahead. I respect that, at least.”

“Go!” you shoved him in mortification, “or I’ll scream right now and you know Peter won’t be happy--”

“Calm down, little girl,” he scoffed, “don’t get so worked up. I’m not that stupid…” he squared his jaw and raised a brow wryly, “but he will get careless and I’ll still be watching.”

He winked and turned away slowly. You quickly closed the door as he retreated down the hallway and you locked it with a shaky hand. You staggered back blindly and sat heavily on the cushioned bench at the foot of the bed.

How long had Bucky been hounding you? How long had Peter had his eye on you? Your heart raced at the realisation of how deep in you truly were. You could deal with one, but two? You were well and truly fucked.

✨

You tried to hide in the bedroom until your friend arrived but Peter dragged you out to welcome his guests over breakfast by the pool. You sat quietly and picked at the fruit plate until they excused themselves for more business. You were grateful as you didn’t miss Bucky’s fleeting looks.

Halle and Desiree arrived just after noon. The men were locked away in the parlor so you greeted them as they approached the walk, beach bags on their arms and rolling suitcases bouncing up the stones.

“Oh my god, girl,” Halle chirped, “he sent a car and everything.”

“Thank god, my old piece of shit wouldn’t have made it this far,” Desiree added, “oh, you look so good. I love that dress.”

“Thanks,” you sniffed, “um, I hope you guys don’t mind staying on the second floor. Peter’s staff just got the rooms ready--”

“Staff?” Halle swooned, “you hooked in a real sugar daddy.”

“No, I-- Halle,” you sneered, “it’s not--”

“I’m teasing,” she giggled, “but come on, look at this place.”

“Mm, well there is another hitch,” you said as you led them inside.

Two staff members approached and offered to take their bags. They gave you silent looks of amazement as they handed over their luggage and you rolled your eyes.

“So, what’s the hitch? Don’t tell me the pools out of order,” Desiree whined.

“No, pool’s just been cleaned, but… we have company,” you said tritely, “couple of Peter’s… friends. I’m sure they won’t bother you but--”

“Are they hot?” Halle asked.

“Are you serious?” you blinked.

“I’m so serious. I need to get laid. Bad.”

“And a stranger is the best choice for that?” you scoffed.

“If he’s cute,” she shrugged.

“It’s an important question,” Desiree seconded, “I can’t keep dating boys. You won’t believe what this asshole did.”

“I dunno,” you waved off the question, “how about I show you around first and then we can get to all that later.”

“Ooo, yes,” Halle clapped, “this place is huge.”

“Alright, well, we can’t go in the parlour right now but you won’t really be in there anyway,” you ushered them forward, “the pool’s just through here…”

✨

When at last the girls were settled in, you waited by the pool as they went to change into their suits. You requested some drinks from the staff and thanked them profusely as you felt entirely out of place asking anything of them. The fruity margaritas were left on the round table as you sat in the middle of a lounger.

“Uh, this place is gorgeous,” Halle declared as she came through the sliding doors, “oh my god, are those for us?”

You nodded as she swiped up a drink and sipped noisily from the straw. Desiree took her own but side-eyed Halle, “It’s barely one o’clock, slow down,” she chirped.

“It’s a vacation! Sort of. I had to use sick time for this so no Insta please,” Halle sang, “I can’t wait to get in.”

She set down her glass and strode over to the pool. She slid out of her sandals and dipped her toes in. She surprised you as suddenly she dove in and sent up a splash of water. Desiree giggled as she swallowed her mouthful and placed her drink beside Halle’s and raced over to join her.

You dragged yourself to your feet and sat at the side of the pool with only your legs in the water.

“Come on, don’t be such a party pooper,” Desiree splashed you.

“I’m not, I’m just… all pooled out right now,” you shrugged, “you guys have fun, I’m just happy to have you here.”

It wasn’t a lie. In those last two days when it was just you and Peter, you felt so completely isolated. Even if they were there to act as diversions, you were reassured to have a glimpse of your former life.

“You ladies look like you’re having fun,” Peter’s voice startled you and you looked over your shoulder as he emerged from the house, “drinking already?” He was dressed in his trunks already, “I hope you don’t mind, the guys were hoping to hop in too.”

“The guys,” Halle giggled.

“I told them we had company,” you assured Peter, “and uh, you know Halle, but this is Desiree.”

“A pleasure,” he said as he neared and sat beside you, “why aren’t you in there with them?”

“I will get in, I’m just… enjoying the sun.”

He hummed and put his hand over yours on the rim of the pool, “you okay?” he lowered his voice.

You squinted at him and nodded. He didn’t really care if you weren’t okay. He was only telling you to start acting like it.

You heard the others before they appeared. Peter introduced them as they came out and the girls were all too happy to have them sink into the pool with them. Peter nudged you and you slipped over the edge and he quickly followed. He caught you as you broke the surface and held you to him.

“They’re getting along,” he intoned.

“I still don’t get it,” you pressed against his chest as he waded you over to the other side of the pool, “why do you need them?”

“Part of the deal,” he said, “they want some fun too.”

“What? You mean--”

“The girls seem willing. They’re pretty enough and I wouldn’t say Bucky or Steve are hideous,” Peter chuckled, “it works for everyone.”

“You’re whoring out my friends for a deal?” you spat.

“Now, princess, watch it,” he curled his lip, “I’ve been patient, haven’t I?” he leaned into you and squished you between him and the wall of the pool, “if I was a worse man, I’d just let them have a taste of you… but you’re mine,” he kissed you roughly and drew back, “and so long as you are, you will only be mine. Understood?”

You swallowed and nodded. He relaxed and kept his arm around you as he came parallel to the pool wall and floated beside you. Steve and Desiree were chattering as she came back to the pool with her drink and Halle gabbed on at Bucky but his eyes weren’t on her. He smirked as he watched you and slowly dropped his gaze to your roommate.

“Maybe Bucky will chill out a little,” Peter grumbled as he pushed himself away from the side of the pool.

“Mm, maybe,” you let him pull you with him as he waded around the middle of the pool.

“Don’t worry so much,” he chided.

“How can I not? I hardly know these men and these are my friends, Peter,” you hissed, “I should’ve known.”

“And if you had, you still would have done what I said, princess,” he snipped, “why are you doing this? Everyone’s having fun so join the party.”

You thinned your lips and forced a smile. His eyes narrowed and he latched onto your arm. He pulled you with him to the large round steps along the far corner and you tried not to slip as you climbed out of the water. The others were too distracted to notice and as you glanced back, you found Desiree with her tongue down Steve’s throat.

“You don’t wanna have fun with them,” Peter dragged you into the house, “then we can have some of our own.”

“Not right now, Peter, please--”

“Listen, princess,” he spun and pulled you to him, “you’re not getting this. I’ve been nice. I bring you to my nice house, I send a car for your friends, I get you off… you need to start using that head instead of your mouth…” he eyed your lips, “well, the mouth is good for some things.”

You quivered in disgust and he turned as he forced you further down the hallway. He flung you through the bedroom door and you barely caught yourself on a chair. The door slammed as your damp feet slipped on the floor and you stood to face him.

“I’ve done you all these favours so you can do me one,” he hooked his thumbs in his shorts and pulled them down over the protrusion of his arousal.

You glanced away and he closed the distance between you. He grabbed your chin and made you look at him. He kissed you roughly and shoved you away. He stormed over to the bed and flopped down, his cock bobbing as he moved to recline against the pillows and exhaled loudly.

“Well…” he said.

You stared at him and the bitterness laced your muscles. You huffed and walked to the bed slowly. He stroked himself tauntingly as he smirked at you. You put a knee on the bed and braced yourself. There was a moment you were ready to run and not look back, but your friends were in his pool and the vision of his pistol pulsed in your head.

You climbed up and crawled to him. You sat back on your heels, just between his legs and he tutted, “now, princess, don’t give me that look.”

You wiped the anger from your face and closed your eyes. You grasped his dick and his hand fell away. You moved your hand up then down and tamped down your reservations. You bent over him and your lashes fluttered as your lips pressed to his tip. He gasped at the soft sensation and you stretched your lips around him.

He groaned and put his hand on your shoulder as he urged you down. He met the back of your throat and you eased back, wetting his length to ease the tension in your jaw. He gripped the back of your head impatiently and you strained to let him further as he invaded your throat. You gagged and he let you back only for a moment before he forced you back down.

You followed his motion, fast and deep, until the spit dripped down him and across your face. You clung to his thigh as you breathed with each retreat only to be smothered again. Your throat burned as your jaw ached as you kept your tongue firm to his length. The sloppy sucking mingled with his lusty moans and he held your head between both hands as he thrust from below.

He stopped you suddenly. Your head spun as he lifted you off of him and sat up to kiss you messily. He pushed you over as he got to his knees. You fell back and bounced on the bed as he parted your legs, bending on over his as he moved to straddle the other. You laid at an angle as his hand slid up your stomach to your neck.

He squeezed lightly as he pulled aside the crotch of your suit and angled his dick against your cunt. You moaned as he filled you and pressed his thumb to your clit. He kept his hand at your throat as he held you down and jerked his hips sharply. He jolted your body with each decisive thrust as he watched your face.

“You like sucking my dick, princess? Makes you so wet, huh?” he growled.

You grabbed his hand but he only gripped your throat more firmly. He bit down as he sped up, the mattress shaking beneath you with each tilt of his hips. He rammed into you hard and harder, your leg stretched up his torso as he kept astride your other.

He teased and toyed with your clit as he fucked you. You choked out raspy moans as the coil wound tight inside of you and your muscles knotted around him. Your eyes rolled back as you slapped at his bicep and clawed deep into his flesh as you came. You squirmed in your orgasm and he sped up.

He pulled his hand from your throat to hold your leg to his body. He kept playing with your bud as you groped your chest senselessly and your voice rose unrestrained around you. His deep grunt punctuated each airy cry from your lips and the entire bed rocked beneath your bodies.

“That’s it, that’s it,” he snarled, “oh, princess, that’s it.”

He sank deep and pulled his hips back in a series of cruel thrusts that made your hips throb painfully. Your walls squeezed him as you came again and you milked him as he spent himself inside of you. He slowed and stopped as he hung his head and the muscles in his chest and arms tautened.

“Shit,” he breathed and slipped out of you, flinching as his tip brushed against you.

You stayed as you were as he let your leg fall to the bed and he sat between your legs and pushed his hair away from his face. He sighed and shook out his arms as if to free himself of the tension.

“You’re so good, princess,” he felt along your cunt and played with his cum as it seeped from you, “aren’t you?”

✨

Shamefully, you left the room in a new swimsuit. The former was stained from Peter’s punishment and after cleaning up, he forced you out with a fake smile. You emptied your margarita and ordered another with less reticence than before. Steve and Desiree had disappeared as Bucky humoured Halle’s flirting on one of the loungers.

Dinner was awkward enough as you weren’t foolish enough to think that no one noticed or heard your absence. You emptied three more glasses and Peter excused the two of you as he kept you from a fourth. You wobbled back to the room ahead of him and fell onto the bed without changing out of your shorts and shirt.

“You’re mad again?” you bubbled drunkenly.

“You’re drunk,” he said as removed his watch and unbuttoned his shirt, “I don’t like that.”

“You don’t, ha?” you rolled onto your back, “that first night you had no problem feeling me up while I was--”

“Princess,” he snapped, “you can only blame the drink for so much.”

“You’re an ass,” you slurred and turned your back to him.

He huffed and the light went out. You felt the mattress dip behind you as he lowered himself next to you. He was stiff and didn’t try to touch you.

“I should spank you for that,” he muttered, “but you’re so fucking lit you wouldn’t remember it.”

“I feel good,” you murmured, “for once.”

He pinched you and the bed jostled as he rolled onto his side.

“Go to sleep,” he ordered.

He didn’t need to tell you twice as the alcohol weighted your eyelids and you were soon snoring carelessly into the pillow.

✨

You woke with a start as your stomach churned. It was still late as you clamoured out of the bed and ran for the bathroom. You hugged the bowl as you retched into it. Your body revolted and the alcohol came up with your dinner.

You shuddered as you caught your breath and flushed. You rinsed your mouth and steady yourself as you veins were thick from excess.

You stumbled back into the bedroom. Peter was asleep. His even breath rasped up into the dark. It was a rare moment of peace unsettled only by the memory of the day. You recalled his reproach before you fell asleep, you knew that wouldn’t be the end of it.

You groaned and crept to the door and let yourself out quietly into the hall. You went to the kitchen, tiptoeing through the dark, and filled a glass with water. You sipped but a noise pricked your ears. You listened as you kept your lips on the rim and drank to ease the fire in your stomach.

You followed the sound until it was too late to retreat. The whimpers and groans mixed and sent a tingle through you as you realised what was happening. You stopped in shock, frozen as you found Bucky and Halle in the immense front room. He had her bent over a round ottoman, her fingers curled at the seam as he rutted into her from behind.

She squealed each thrust as her head hung over the other side of the cushion. “Slow down,” she wisped, “please, I told you-- ugh, I never done it like this be--”

She cried out and bit into the cushion as he slapped her ass and fucked her harder, his other hand stretched between her shoulder blades. You took a step back and the movement caught his eye. He looked up and held your gaze as his face contorted into a sinister grin.

He sped up as he reached to smother her wails and held your gaze. You gripped the glass tightly and trembled as you backed away from the doorway. You spun and raced back to your room and tripped through the door.

You crashed to the floor and the glass shattered as water splashed around you. Peter sat up with a snort and reached to flip on the lamp at the bedside.

“What’s going on?” he asked sleepily.

“Just getting water,” you croaked as you sat back on your heels in the midst of the broken glass.

“Shit, did you cut yourself?” he asked as he saw you.

“No, no, I’m okay but-- stay there, you’ll get hurt. I’m close enough, I can… I’ll clean it up… I’m sorry.”

He stared at you and slowly nodded. The anger crinkled in his forehead and you stood carefully.

“So, now we know not to drink like that, huh?” he girded.

“I said, I’m sorry.”

“Mmhmm,” he leaned back against the headboard, “go on, princess, clean up your mess.”

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2jaeh · 3 years

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Bibliophile | Xiaojun x Reader

Genre: fluff, smut

Word count: 2,3k

Warnings: mature themes

Author: SIN

Two literature master students decide to make their steamy romance troupe debates a reality.

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Your heels clicked against the marble floors as you ran over to the university library, hoping the evening rain wouldn’t worsen when you crossed the open courtyard.

Most of the students were either heading back to their dorm rooms or messing around in the common areas, while the only thing that rang in your head was to not be late for your part-time job at the restricted section of the library.

At first you had no damn clue why they needed someone to work there, especially since some of the books were even restricted to lecturers. But thanks to your century old university and their obsession with keeping their sacred books in pristine condition, all they needed was a literature masters student to help out from time to time.

You entered the library and greeted the woman at the front desk before she buzzed you in through to the door that led upstairs to the restricted area.

You quickly jogged up the stares and swung open the door only to be greeted by the only other person working around here, Xiao Dejun.

“You’re late again” his lips curled into a smile as he pushed up his gold framed glasses and inspected a dust covered book.

“Yeah the rain was just-“

“Crazy ?” Dejun peered up and pursed his lips, knowing that every excuse you had always ended in the same word.

“Yeah crazy” you half chuckled and removed your burgundy coat, making your way over to sign in the shift card.

All you knew about Dejun was that he finished his masters and was offered a lecture position at the university but decided to take up this job instead. He was very reserved and once told you that he craved the utter peacefulness of the restricted area, where he was usually either on his own or with you.

“I’m halfway on my thesis now” you said casually as you started fixing the binding of a physics book from the 70s.

“Oh?” Dejun raised his eyebrow and pulled out a chair next to you to tend to his own book repair, “I’m sure you’re glad it’s almost over right?”

You squinted your eyes and sighed, burying your head in your hands as that familiar migraine began to set in. “I’m....stuck” you groaned and peered up at Dejun, “I decided to dissect the romance genre of literature and honestly most of it is hot garbage.”

Dejun let out a laugh and you admired how his dark eyebrows knitted together, making his face look quite animated.

“What books have you studied if you don’t mind me asking ?” Dejun asked, his curious eyes met with yours as he shifted closer in his chair.

“Everything from Shakespeare to Nicolas Sparks, I just hate them all” you pouted and slumped back in your chair, moving the half bound book aside,

“Don’t get me wrong, I chose romance because I love it you know ? I just don’t think that those ‘classics’ do it any justice.”

Dejun nodded at your words and shrugged, “I agree with you, not a fan of that forbidden romance and rich girl poor man stuff either.”

“Right ?” Your eyes lit up and Dejun grinned at your passionate attitude. He’d always found you cute. Every so often he had the chance to work with you on a shift we’re always his best days. He’d listen to you rant about your professors, the music you hated on the radio, or the fact that someone stole your favourite parking spot.

“So....” Dejun folded his arms, “how would you change it ?”

“Change it?” You quirked a brow.

“What’s your perfect romance troupe ?” Dejun smiled softly and his soft brown eyes drew you in and made you feel warm, safe.

“Well for starters I think intimacy should come first and then the characters learn how to love each other as they develop their relationship” you explained, getting up from your chair and began pacing the small room,

“I don’t mind the cliche of they grab the same book or vinyl, I just prefer that instead of 7 chapters of them thinking about that moment they just take the leap right there.”

Dejun pondered on your words for a bit and also got to his feet, leaning against the table as he watched you pace back and forth.

“Would it work for people who somewhat knew each other before hand though ? A friend ? A colleague ?” Dejun quizzed and you nodded quickly,

“Yeah if there’s no prior feelings or hookups then why not ?”

“I guess we can’t test it then since we like each other huh ?” Dejun smirked returning to his seat innocently as you stopped abruptly and quickly tried to process what he had just said.

“I....we...don’t like each other ?” You stammered while ignoring the fact that your heart was racing against your chest.

Dejun chuckled as he carefully inspected one of the pages of his book, “the funny part is that you’re practically experiencing your ideal romance troupe and contradicting yourself by not owning up to the fact that we do in fact...like each other.”

Your mind was racing on every evening that you’ve spent with Dejun up until today. First day it’s true you both did a double take on each other and you found him extremely attractive. Day seven the two of you reached for the only hard cover copy left of Pride and Prejudice and spent the whole night critiquing the book until you lost track of time. Day seventeen you were packing books on the top shelf and as you descended down the steel steps you lost your balance and fell right into his arms.

You were literally living a goddamn romance troupe without even knowing it.

“By your words y/n, we need to skip a few steps now shouldn’t we ?” Dejuns eyes were still on his book, but he knew damn well that your eyes were on him.

“You’re right Dejun” you finally said and folded your arms across your chest.

Dejun turned his head to face you and narrowed his eyes, “I’m supposed to be the one making the move ? What happened to a change of scenery ? Uh women empowerment?”

You grabbed his hand and headed to the back of the room where the roof slightly slanted and the window panels were covered with water droplets as the night sky drew in. You neatened your blue plaid skirt and leaned against the old wood of a work station desk. Dejun cocked his head as you bit down on your lip, not knowing how to proceed to the next step.

“Why here ?” Dejun raised an eyebrow, removing his glasses and tucked them in the top pocket of his white buttoned down.

“I don’t know the setting is....pretty, also when we first met you were sitting at this desk reading the last book a literature master student would be reading” you stifled a laughter.

“Hey Harry Potter is my childhood” Dejun groaned, cutely rolling his eyes, something he did quite often and you would pester him to the point of seeing that reaction.

“Dejun,” you placed your hand on his cheek and his attention was focused on you, those soft brown eyes bore into yours as he took a step closer.

You felt the butterflies in your stomach as he softly wrapped his hand around the small of your back and placed the other on the back of your head. You finally leaned in and he did the same meeting your lips, for the first time and sighed. The kiss was soft, the two you just melted in the instant connection, basking in the feeling before continuing to deepen the kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer until your bodies were pressed against each other, fitting each other’s silhouettes perfectly. Dejun slipped his hands down to your thighs and picked you up and placed you on the desk, not breaking the kiss as he slipped in between your legs.

“I’m afraid I’m going to want more than this” you sighed into the kiss, unable to remove your hands from his toned body as you felt the closeness of him between your legs making you feel aroused.

“Come back to my place” Dejun whispered as he began attacking your neck with kisses and played with the hem of your skirt.

You can’t remember if you said yes or just nodded but you were now in Dejuns car on his way to his place. You enjoyed the passionate kiss he shared with you at the stop street and the occasional squeeze of your thigh when he would make turn into a new road.

The rain had begun pelting down and thankfully you were already pulling into his apartment lot before it became really hazy. Dejun turned to his backseat and realized he had left his umbrella back at the library and sighed,

“Running hand in hand in the pouring rain troupe ?” He held out his hand and you chuckled, “always been on my bucket list anyway.”

The two of you ran for about half a minute in the pouring rain but it was enough to completely drench you from your head down to your shoes. Dejun quickly punched in the code of his door and pulled you inside, already covering you in kisses as his blonde hair stuck to his forehead.

It was one item of clothing after another as the trail of clothes led down to his bedroom, where he had you in just your lacy nude coloured two piece set while he was slowly ridding himself of his pants.

You fell into his bed as you watched him slowly pull his leather belt from its hoops and his black slacks finally fell to the ground,

“You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met you know that ?” Dejun groaned as his eyes scanned over your body and he hovered over you.

“I could say the same about you Xiao Dejun” you mused and pulled him in for another hot passionate kiss. His warm body settled on yours and you wrapped your legs around his waist, wanting him closer even though it wasn’t even possible at this point.

Dejun unclipped your bra and moved his lips down to your breasts, squeezing one in his hand while licking and nipping at the other. You arched your back wanting more but also not wanting to rush him.

“Really want this to last much longer but I’m at my wits end right now” you moaned and Dejun chuckled as he peppered kisses all the way back up to your mouth.

“We have tonight, tomorrow, the next day and the day after that” he smirked against your lips before tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth.

Distracted by the stinging sensation from your lip you shivered at Dejuns icy fingers that was now hooked in the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down.

He watched as you squirmed beneath him. Watched how your eyes closed and how you sucked in your bottom lip, awaiting his next move.

You mewled when you felt the cool air hit your arousal and Dejun rubbed slow circles on your clit before pushing two fingers inside you, making you moan his name for the first time that night.

His fingers moved slowly but roughly while his lips softly pecked your hips, abdomen and the very top of your mound.

He was so gentle with you but his movements were still dominating, the mixture was absolutely intoxicating. You pulled him up missing the taste of his lips and before pressing his mouth on yours he caressed your cheek,

“Let me know if it’s too much okay?” He whispered against your lips and you nodded not knowing what you were in for.

Dejun locked your arms above your head and used his free hand to remove his boxers before entering you, already finding a rhythm to his thrusts. You threw your head back and moaned his name yet again as he slammed in and out of you, his grunts and your whimpers filling the bedroom.

His hand stayed locked on your wrists as he used his other hand to knead your breast, giving you multiple sensations at once. You almost hated the fact that you were close to your peak and it hadn’t been more than five minutes of him inside you.

“God I really don’t wanna cum right now” you whined as he still pounded mercilessly inside you.

“Good thing I’m not gonna let you” Dejun murmured and just as you thought your orgasm had reached, he pulled out of you and rolled onto his back,

“Get on top.”

You listened to his instructions but before sitting back on his member you gave him a few pumps, finally able to see him squirm under your touch this time round. Dejun gave you a small smack on your butt, and you finally abided to his request and sat on top of him, the new position already bringing you back to where you started.

Dejun sat up to meet your thrusts as you rode him, and you found your hand tangled in his messy locks as the two of you practically screwed the hell out of each other. The kiss this time was filled with lust, filled with lip biting and exchanging of saliva as you felt your orgasm fast approaching and noticed Dejun’s pace was slowing down too,

“cum for me baby” Dejun mused as he used the last of energy to give you a few hard thrusts until you finally came undone and he followed quickly after.

It took about two minutes of trying to catch your breath before you finally rolled on the bed next to him and wiped the beads of sweat from your forehead.

“Yeah this...this was definitely missing in some of those novels” you turned to Dejun who had a smile spread across his face.

He pulled the covers over your bodies and pressed his lips to your forehead and cheek,

“Should we write our own novel then ?”

“Yeah, yeah we should” you smiled, closing your eyes feeling at peace as his warmness enveloped you.

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amor-immortalem · 3 years

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Everything Undesired

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort

Warnings: dead dove: do not eat, heavily implied rape, gross misuse of a pact, dissociation victim blaming

Summary: not all pact masters use their pacts judiciously or in a positive way. What happens when a pact is misused in one of the worst ways possible?

A/N: so a while back I did a comic by the name of ‘Meet Me Under the Azaleas’ I’m no longer happy with the writing I put into it originally so I wanted to rewrite it using the same plot line and adding some extra scenes that weren’t in the original comic which I’ll be taking down tonight. It should work better as a fic anyway.

Chapter 1

“You are ours. We own you.”

Those words rang in his head over and over as he stumbled his way into his room, overstimulated, exhausted- a mess. He knew it was a mistake to answer the call of those witches tonight. The thoughts of what they did, how their hands ran over his body, what they had taken away. It made his stomach churn and tie itself in knots with guilt and shame. It burned just the same as the rope marks on his wrists and ankles- wounds that would heal within the hour.

“You won’t breathe a word of this to anyone- this we command of you, Avatar of Greed.”

Those women -no, they were monsters- abused the innate trust that comes with a demon who enters a pact with a human, multiple in this case. They had violated the boundaries he’d put in place the day he started dating his human. Oh God, what would she think if word ever got out? He had no way of speaking out- to scream the truth until his voice was raw.

He needed to shower, to get the stench of sex and sweat off of him. He had to get their scent off of him. As he entered the bathroom, Mammon tore off his clothes as he started the water. The lights remained off as he couldn’t bare to look at himself after what happened. Not after how he just let them use him like that.

He stepped under the boiling water and just let it run against him. The falling water did nothing to drown out the deafening voices running rampant in his mind.

“Disgusting!” They roared, “Useless! Pathetic! Weak! Whore! ….. Scum!”

He falls to the floor of his shower, hands gripping at his hair as he let out a whimper that eventually turned into quiet sobs. The steamy air making it harder to breathe. Why didn’t he fight against them harder- against their orders. No, he just laid there and took it.

He grabbed the soap and a wash rag and scrubbed his body until every bit of him was raw and even then he wouldn’t stop. It was only when he saw the blood swirling around the drain that Mammon realized what he was doing to himself- how bad the water burned the exposed skin. It felt like hellfire raining down upon him.

He felt horrible as he reached up and switched the water off. He could still hear it in his head as he reached for a towel- all the crying, screaming, begging for them to stop.

He was a pathetic, sorry excuse of a demon, he thinks as he wraps the towel around his waist and travels down the his stairs quietly. It’s early morning now. There was only a few hours left before he would have wake up for school. He contemplated just skipping the entire day. There would be know way he’d be able to function. He could always say he feels sick- its not that far from the truth. He would decide in a few hours, he thought as he crawled into bed. It didn’t take long for her to move closer to him. His naturally warmer body temperature was what drew her to him. His body involuntarily tensing as she nuzzled into his chest, arms slipping around his body. He would only tuck her head under his chin and drape and arm over her side as he let the scent of her shampoo relax him enough to fall into a light sleep.

After a short while, someone's alarm blared among the sheets- whether it his or Arella's, he couldn't be sure. Mammon patted around for the offending phone, just wanting to get five more minutes of shut eye. He eventually succeeded but not without waking his partner.

"Morning, Love," Arella sighed, her voice still laced with the grogginess of sleep.

"Mornin', Treasure," The demon yawns as he curls back up, pulling her closer to his chest. "Sleep well?"

"I did. What time you get back last night?" Arella's voice is soft as her hand slides under his shirt, rubbing gently along his side.

"5 this mornin'." He says as he tries to hide the way his body recoils from her touch, a pang of guilt strikes his heart as she notices. "Sorry... 'm not really feelin' all that great right now..."

"No, that's alright." She removes her hand from his side, choosing instead to rest it against his cheek as she readjusts herself so she's eye-level with him on the pillow. "How selfish of those witches to keep you out so late on a school night..." Its at this point she notices the puffiness and how red his eyes are. "You look like you've been crying... Is everything alright?"

He just shakes his head. Mammon wants so badly to tell her what happened to him the night before- the real reason he got home so late, but unsurprisingly, no words come out. He just closes his eyes, letting himself relax under her gentle touch. "I'm jus' really tired s'all."

"I believe it. You only got a hour and a half's worth of sleep. Would you like to just stay home all day, just the two of us?" Arella moves him so he's resting with his head on her chest.

"That's sounds.... nice," he hums quietly, so close to falling back into the clutches of sleep.

"Alright then. Go on and go back to sleep," She kisses the top of his head, carding her fingers through the soft, fluffy locks the other hand rubbing small circles in the center of his back. "I've got you."

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This carried on for months. The witches would summon him and as long as he complied with their wishes, they would hold his secret. By the third time, he would check out- let his mind escape to anywhere but the present until it was over. It became a vicious cycle. They would call, he would go to them, and then he would crawl into his bed for maybe an hour or two before forcing himself to get up for classes that he often fell asleep in. After the tenth, once they had finished with him, he asked why they were doing this and they told him.

“We desire something to bind you to us for the rest of our lives.”

“A child.”

The demon’s eyes widened at that. Never in his life had he been so opposed to the idea of having children. In fact, just before all of this happened he had been daydreaming about what his children with Arella would look like if they were ever so fortunate to have any but a child with one of the witches? It made him sick. A half-demon born from a demon of his status had a high probability of killing its mother- one who he would then have to raise. How could he explain that to his brothers- to Arella? The very thought filled him with dread. How could he ever bring himself to care for a child conceived from a crime? A child that would always be nothing but a constant reminder of the worst nights of his life. They didn’t deserve a life like that.

And so Mammon did the only thing he could think to do: he fled. He ran back to the Devildom, back to House of Lamentation as fast a his legs would carry him. He crashed through the doors of the house. Never had he been so greatful to be the first one home. As he climbed the steps up to his room he vowed to himself never again. He wouldn’t give them what they wanted, consequences be damned.

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It had been six months since his last encounter with the witches. There was nothing on their end- absolute radio silence. Part of Mammon wondered if they'd gotten what they wanted from him after all. Everyday was filled with the anxiety of not knowing. His nightmares had gotten worse. Most of them were based around those nights he'd spent with them, others involved everyone finding out a one-sided version of what had happened, all spun in the favor of the witches. He dreamed of Arella leaving him, heart-broken from the implication that he would stray from her and running into the arms of one of his brothers. The worst ones- the ones he would wake up from covered in a cold sweat in the dead of night- consisted of him standing in the witches' home, the sounds of screaming, the smell of blood, the piercing first cries somewhere between the call of a demon and the screams of a human baby infecting his senses. It all felt too real. It felt like a crushing weight on his chest.

Over this time, Mammon had grown distant from both his brothers and Arella, hardly spending anytime with them. He fell apart. The grades he worked so hard to pull up had taken a nose dive, he was hardly eating- choosing only to consume just barely enough to sustain himself. He no longer slept for fear of the nightmares and he instead threw himself into side jobs that would keep him out of the house well passed curfew as well as earn him plentiful amounts of grimm. He couldn't go on like this much longer.

Everyone was worried for him. None of them had ever seen the Avatar of Greed in this manner and the gradual change in his demeanor alarmed them. Despite everyone’s best attempts, Mammon hardly smiled anymore. He just simply didn't seem to enjoy all of the things he once did. They all knew something was wrong but when asked the white haired demon would shrug it off, say he was fine when he very obviously was not. Everything came to a head the night Mammon collapsed, finally falling victim to exhaustion and hunger.

It was after this that Lucifer called the family to a meeting while Arella sat with Mammon in his room as he slept fitfully.

"What do we do, Lucifer?" Asmo seemed distraught with fear. "Our brother is suffering from something and we don't even know where to start in trying to help him."

"We have to get him to talk somehow," Satan quipped, "Perhaps Arella can-"

"If this were any other situation, I would suggest it but right now, I don't think that's a very wise move. If she forces him to talk it could very well damage the bond they share." For the first time in thousands of years, Lucifer didn't know what to do. Whatever was causing this shift in personality was eating away at Mammon. "We'll try to think of a way to fix this- to find out what happened to our dear brother. So let's start at the beginning of all of this. What do we know about what he was doing before this happened?"

"Well, Levi started, "He was getting called up by those witch sisters with more and more frequently. I heard him come home super late- like early morning hours late..."

"And after that is when he practically stopped eating." Beel chimed in.

"And he was having nightmares almost nightly, afterwards." Belphie nodded. "I did my best with my powers to look into them but there were so many mental blocks that he subconsciously put up, I couldn't see or hear anything very well and what I could see didn't make a whole lot of sense. They weren't very clear, but they had something to do with the witches... and I felt an overwhelming sense of guilt associated with them."

"Then obviously something happened while he was with them," Satan said, brow furrowed. "But what that may be, we won't know until he talks."

"Asmo, I see the look on your face." Lucifer called out to the Avatar of Lust. "Is there something, you'd like share with the group?"

Everyone's eyes were locked onto Asmodeus as the demon sat with a contemplative look on his face. He was very slowly starting to piece together what had been going on.

"Not yet, but I may have a hunch." He finally said. "Mammon has a pact with these women, correct?"

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Don’t- Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: I TRIED SOMETHING NEW, SO I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY!

WARNING- SMUT, 18+ MATERIAL. DO NOT READ UNDER THE AGE OF 18

This mission was different than most, only four of you had been chosen to dive into the world of Hydra and attempt to extract valuable information to take Hydra down. Steve and Buck were on the other side of the compound while Sam and yourself were on the other side attempting to breach the communication center to take over their eyes and ears.

Bullets whizzed past your head as you turned down a darkened hallway, the gasp that escaped your lips seemed deadly as you reloaded you weapon. You could hear the assailants getting closer to your corner as you continued to reload as fast as your human body could move. You may be assassin but you could only move so quickly.

As you went to make your move, aiming for their heads. Sam went to pull you back, in his eyes back to safety, in yours to be a pain in the ass.

“Let me go, now.” You gritted through your teeth as his grip loosened, you went to turn the corner again but only came face to face with Bucky and Steve. They had taken down every assailant before turning to you, taking in your annoyed expression.

The glare you were sending their way was fatal, they did this every single time. Every time they thought you wouldn’t be able to handle the heat on your own. So of course, this is nothing different, but this time you weren’t biting your tongue about it.

“I had it; you should have let me finish this damn mission.” You grunted, pushing past them before making your way to the Quinjet.

You sat in your seat, running your battered hands through your long hair. You could feel blood running down your cheeks, most likely from a cut on your forehead, as your hair kept sticking to it.

“Dammit” You said, throwing your gear across the Quinjet, the anger still radiating off of you as you heard the guys loading their stuff back onto the jet before heading back to Stark Tower.

“You good?” Sam asked as he took a seat next to you before Bucky and Steve loaded up.

You were holding back tears as you looked at him, “Honestly- no. I am so over feeling un-helpful when I know I’m good at my job. I know I can do this. But he thinks I can’t- The fucking Winter Solider, my own damn boyfriend thinks I can’t do my own job. And now I am too the point I want to leave.” You said, a single tear running down your cheek as you made eye contact with Sam.

He just gave you this look of sadness, “Don’t do that, you can’t leave.”

“Can’t leave what?” Bucky said trying to catch your eyes and you looked to the floorboards. He was trying to read your face, but you weren’t going to give anything away- not to him.

“None of your business, Barnes” You hissed at him as he sulked into his seat next to Steve as the Quinjet was being fired up.

You just closed your eyes trying not to focus on the events of today, you just wanted to be back at the tower and in your room away from everyone else.

Before you knew it the Quinjet was touching down again, the rough landing drew you from your slumber. You looked around checking your surroundings before gathering your things.

You quickly stepped out of the jet, making your way to your room. You were halfway off the helipad before someone grabbed your arm, spinning you towards them.

Of course, it was no other than Sargent James Buchanan Barnes, the man who you love when he doesn’t turn into a complete ass.

“What is the problem? I saved you ass back there” He said, glaring down at me.

“You- you are my fucking problem” You said, tearing your arm away from him and made your way back to your room in the tower.

You could not make it to your room faster, the door sliding behind you brought the blissful silence that you so deeply needed. A loud sigh escaped past your lips as you laid down your gear, carefully stripping off your uniform. Gasping as it slipped past a large bruise forming on your upper shoulder.

You made your way to your large bathroom, turning the shower on the steam quickly filling the large space. Looking in the mirror, you took in your appearance. An expansive cut was your forehead, dried blood stuck to your forehead and cheeks, even the evidence of a black eye forming.

A sigh escaped your lips as you stepped under the steaming water, the hot feeling good on your bruised and battered body. The water slowly turning a reddish-brown color due to the blood streaming off your body.

Closing your eyes, you just thought about the mission and how you wish it had gone differently. You knew you could handle the mission, but of course Buck thought you can’t do anything without breaking a nail or accidentally shooting yourself in the foot.

You just shook your head trying to focus on anything else but the mission and how you were being treated. The bubbles from your shampoo mixed with the steamy water, as you just tried to relax.

Could you really step away from the Avengers? Could you really just leave this new world? Could you step away from Bucky forever?

You left out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding in as you turned the water off, your stomach growled as you dried yourself off. Trying to think about what tomorrow could bring, you threw on your pajamas, also meaning shorts and a large hoodie with fuzzy socks.

You tossed your wet hair over your shoulder as you made your way to the kitchen, just praying that everyone was still in their rooms or even better asleep. You could hear the peanut butter calling your name as you rounded the corner, only to come face to face with the one person you were trying to avoid.

“Hey Baby” He said, looking up from his files that were spread around the kitchen island, multiple pictures of former Hydra members scattered around with their own individual files.

You barely looked at him as you opened the kitchen cabinet, pulling out the crunchy peanut butter and a spoon. Leaning against the counter you just kept sparing him looks as his brow was scrunched together as he read more of his files.

“You want to stop looking at me or are you going to talk to me?” He grumbled at you, looking up from his files. The bruising on his face was noticeable, and so was the split lip he was sporting. Clearly you weren’t the only one who had some reminders of today’s mission.

You just smirked at him, you were annoyed with him and you weren’t going to engage in whatever he thought he was going to get away with saying to you.

Placing your spoon in the sink, you started to stroll back out of the kitchen just barely passing Bucky. You felt his metal hand wrap around your wrist, making you stop in place.

“I don’t want to talk to you” You said bluntly, trying to pull your already bruised wrist out of his cold hand.

“Well too bad- we need to talk about today. Cause you clearly have some kind of problem with me and how I do my job on missions” He said, turning towards you before standing to his feet causing you to step back as his height overtook your small frame.

“I don’t want to talk about this with you. I have absolutely nothing to say about today. I don’t want to talk to you, okay? Get that through your head please. I am so tired of people trying to protect me and keep me from doing my job. So please- leave me the hell alone Buck.” You said, standing your ground. It was a clear a fight was coming, and you didn’t have the energy to even try to defend yourself or your actions.

“I was trying to protect you! And everyone else on that mission, that is something we need to talk about. Not you ignore me because you’re mad at me cause I stepped in your way. You know I couldn’t live with myself if something was to happen to you.” He said, trying to step towards you more but you kept stepping back away from him.

“Are you kidding me? You think you are so high and mighty, and you aren’t Bucky. You aren’t as special as you think you are! I was perfectly fine until you stepped in my way! I know how to do my job, but I cannot do it when you are all over me.” You finally screamed at him, clearly frustrated by the man you had come to care and love.

“Maybe next time don’t try and get yourself killed! Then maybe I wouldn’t be so obligated to come save your stupid ass” He screamed back, watching the tears stream down your face.

You let out a deep breath, tears continuing to dampen your flustered cheeks, you turned towards the door attempting to walk away from this toxic situation.

You wanted nothing more than to escape this tower, escape from him and his ego. You were just so done.

Before you could pass through the doorway- his metal hand wrapped around your bruised wrist, spinning you close into his chest.

“Let me go Bucky” The anger evident in your voice and you attempted to pull your wrist away from him.

His eyes darkened as he looked at you, analyzing every feature of your face before speaking.

“That’s Sargent to you.” A smirk appearing on his face as he closed the distant between you, his lips on yours as the metallic taste of blood danced on your tongue from his split lip.

A slight moan escaped from your lips as the kiss continued to intensify, you gently pulled at his matted hair causing a guttural sound to escape his lips. His lips pulled away slowly looking for the sweet spot under your jaw that makes you go crazy.

“Oh Buck…” You moaned loudly, your voice bouncing off the kitchen walls. It would like your moan was in utter surround sound.

He pulled away, darkened eyes looking deep into your eyes before speaking in a low tone, “That’s not my name angel.”

You leaned in close, your hot breath hitting his ear, “Oh I’m sorry…. Sargent Barnes”

A shutter rippled through his body as he threw you over his shoulder, making his way over to Tony’s new and very expensive couch. Tossing you down, the armrest digging into your bruised back, only causing a moan to escape from you.

“Tony is going to kill us…” You moaned as he rutted his hips against yours, slowly grinding against your clothed heat. But that only added to the pleasure as you were already dripping wet.

“I don’t care” He silently moaned against your ear, as he found his way to your sweet spot under your jaw once again. Leaving a liter of hickey’s as he made his way down your body, slowly stripping you of your hoodie. Your nipples becoming hard as the cold air rushed onto your exposed skin.

A low moan escaped from you as he made his way down your neck before working his way to your breasts. He shot you a small glance as he took one of your nipples into his mouth, the contact sending your eyes to roll back into your head. The pleasure taking over your body, you were ready to give everything to this man.

You grinded your hips against his, your juices continuing to leak from you as you were a moaning mess under him. He made his way back up to your lips, kissing them so gently as he stripped off his shirt, and began to remove your shorts which barely covered anything.

You let out a shaky breath as he grazed your clit with his metal fingers, which only caused a ripple of pleasure to travel through you. He couldn’t help but smirk at the bucking of your hips.

“You’re leaking baby” He said, rubbing his thumb across your clit almost too slow for your liking. He knew exactly what he was doing as he continued to press his thumb into your clit, as he slowly enters two fingers into your leaking cunt. You couldn’t help yourself as your eyes rolled back into your head, the pleasure building inside of you.

Your legs began to tremble as your orgasm was quickly approaching, you could hear the wet sounds of your cunt as he continued to press his fingers deep inside of you, hitting your most sensitive spot.

“Please- I’m gonna…Sargent…” You began to pant out as your legs continue to tremble even more.

“Go.” Was all he had to say before you came undone under him, you became a mess of moans as you felt your cunt pulse around his fingers as he continued to pump in and out of you.

“I need you…” You said as you grinded your leaking cunt against his hand even more, he couldn’t help but groan as he fished his thick length out of his sweats. His tip was swollen, and red with precum started to leak.

He stroked himself a few times before guiding himself to your opening, stretching your cunt to accommodate his size. He gave you no time to adjust before he began thrusting into you at a fast speed.

The frantic pace was too much for your pleasure riddled body as you could feel your cunt started to pulse again, your orgasm was only seconds away. You arched your back as the orgasm began to overwhelm your body, sending your eyes straight back into your head.

He threw his head back as he felt his high approaching, he just took in the glorious appearance under him as you continued to fall apart under him.

“I’m close” He moaned as he continued to hit your sensitive spot with such force, only causing the pleasure to increase even more.

“Fill me up....” Was all you worked out in-between your panting. He smiled down at you before snapping his hips one more time, spilling hit warm seed deep inside of you. Only causing you to pulse even more around his throbbing dick.

He collapsed on top of you, just taking in this moment and taking in you.

“I love you… only you” You said as you pushed his matted, sweaty hair out of his face. A smile appeared on his face, as he pressed his lips to yours, hard.

“I love you so much” He said, brushing your wet hair out of your face, taking in every feature as he continued to study you.

You opened your mouth to say something when a voice came over the loudspeaker, “Mr. Stark would like to inform you that you owe him a new couch And also to say that was more than disturbing”

You both couldn’t help but laugh as the loudspeaker cut out again. In a world where the Winter Solider used to be nothing but a killer. Here he is now, in all his glory as the one man who would do anything to keep your safe.

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elijahs-wife · 3 years

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b. barnes + first date

requested by @hellotvshowtrash 'Could I have maybe a fluffy Bucky hc about a first date w him? 🥺 (and then maybe a steamy one about what happens after the date 🤭)' thank you so much for requesting!!🥺 i broke this into two parts, so there will be smut in the next one!! i hope you like it 🥺💗

pairing: bucky barnes x female!reader

word count: 700 ish

a/n: pls i'm so nervous about this but excited too bc this is the first thing i've properly written for any marvel character 😭😭 it's short and kinda meh but still cute i hope

okay can you imagine how nervous this man would be on your first date

bc he’s had the hugest crush on you since the first time he saw you at tony’s ridiculous party two months ago, and yeah maybe it was the way you looked in that dress you were wearing that made him stare, but over the next few weeks it became so much more than that

you worked for SHIELD, sam informed him (“why’re you asking, someone got a little crush?” “shut up”) and over time he observed you, the way you drew people in like a magnet, always putting smiles on the faces of those around you; you were incredibly strong and independent, but you still treated all of the younger employees that reported to you with respect and kindness

and the first interaction you had with him as both of you reached for the pot of coffee at the same time, you extended that same kindness to him—he had feared that, with his old reputation, you would keep your guard up around him, or worse, be afraid of him but no

you were too good for someone like him, someone so damaged, and that’s why he never planned on telling you the way he felt and decided to let them run their course, until of course, sam accidentally let it slip while you happened to be within earshot

he could have murdered him right there

but you were walking over to him and you were… smiling?

“did i hear sam right?” you ask him with the faintest chuckle, your eyes staring into his—you have the prettiest eyes he’s ever seen—and he contemplates lying, it would be so simple, but he nods his head yes quietly, “yeah. its true.” both of you are silent until—

“are you free tomorrow night?”

and that’s what brings him here, standing outside your front door, foot tapping nervously as he waits for you to open it

he’s cleaned up a little for the occasion, wearing a nice shirt under his jacket, his long hair tamed and pulled back in a half-up, half-down style and a bouquet of pink roses in his hand—he doesn’t know if buying flowers is still a common thing that people do on first dates but goddamnit he wanted to buy you those roses

when you finally answer the door he opens his mouth to say something and promptly forgets it

bucky’s dated a lot of girls in his time, but in this moment you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in your little black dress and that smile

that smile could persuade him to do anything

“are those flowers for me?” you ask him, the sound of your voice bringing him back to reality and he blinks repeatedly before replying. “uh, yes, they’re for you.” he kicks himself internally for being so mawkish—what the hell happened to me, i used to be so smooth

you take the bouquet from his hands, beaming widely and thanking him and anyone would have been able to see the hearts in his eyes when he looked at you

when you go back inside to put the flowers in some water, he hovers in the doorway, not wanting to overstep when you hadn’t invited him in yet, but thankfully you only take a minute to get back to him

and he can't help the smile taking over his face—you’re absolutely contagious—and offers you an arm. “ready to go?”

you hook your arm in his and then you’re off

he takes you to dinner, having made reservations at a lovely italian restaurant with a table by the window

he’s sitting there drinking wine with you and laughing over something silly and he has no idea why he was nervous before bc being with you is the most natural thing he’s ever done

everything about the night goes perfectly, the two of you spending hours making conversation, sharing stories and making eyes at each other over the tops of your wine glasses

but no matter what he’s been through, bucky is a gentleman and when the night has to come to an end, he walks you back right up to your door and kisses you goodnight

its soft and sweet, and just a little unsure—its bucky and its perfect

i'm lowkey so soft rn someone give me a bucky

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes headcanons #bucky headcanons #bucky barnes fluff

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atsumus-girlfriend · 3 years

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❛ 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 ❜ ― kuroo

↻ in which kuroo fucks you to the scenery of the tokyo lights

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 degrading, praising kink, overstim and slight manga spoilers

↻ word count: 2.4k

↻ author’s note: kinda nervous lol <3

having returned feelings from your boss was something you didn't foresee coming for months in the business atmosphere of volleyball. around him, you felt as if it had been solely around work, nothing more, nothing less.

nonetheless, you would accept that kuroo was an excellent boss to you. because of his background in high school, he was able to apply that to real life as an adult and it showed with the way he approached everyone in a friendly manner. his friendly manner was one of the aspects people talked about a lot, in fact and they found that as a good trait from him.

no one saw the other side to kuroo, though. the one where he also liked you but didn't make it the least bit obvious because of the positions the both of you were in. boss and assistant, a mindless open border, stopping the both of you.

but it got to a point that he couldn't take it anymore.

so when you were pinned against the wall by him on a late night in the office, it was no surprise that you were surprised by his flamboyant actions. kuroo hardened his grip against your hand, a grave look flashing on his face. it almost scared you that this man seemed more scary today than he would on most days. so outgoing, polite, smiley. now, you were given a whole new perspective.

your breaths had mingled in the air as you stared at kuroo's oh-so forbidden lips. if only you could taste them impelling against yours.

"do you still not get it?" kuroo asked you.

you furrowed your eyebrows and shook your head hesitatingly. you just wanted to leave for the end of your shift today but when kuroo frustratingly forced you against the wall, there was a palpable tension rising between the both of you as well as the bewilderment for you. it was unexpected for him to do such inappropriate things in a work situation, today was different.

"i like you, y/n." he confessed, his eyes softening.

your heart fluttered quickly. the thought of having him like you back was like a dream come true for you, seeing that you liked him over the months of working with him.

"y-you do?" you asked.

kuroo sighed and rolled his eyes. "no i don't."

"k-kuroo-sama, please be honest with me. if you're just playing, i'll leave." you were suddenly unable to meet with his gorgeous eyes, as yours trailed down to the ground with defeating embers. kuroo lifted your chin, making you look into them.

"i like you a lot. you kept distancing yourself from me, so i figure you did too." he confirmed. you were more than happy he caught on to you instead of doubting you.

then, he moved his lips to mould with yours. your eyes widened for a second, incapable to accept that this moment was finally here. but what was the purpose of not believing it here when it was forcing itself on you? you grinned into the kiss with that new belief of yours, scratching out the old one.

the lights were off at the office, hauling in that extra ounce of privacy with the dullness. you two were like shadows dancing happily, no one seeing you in amidst it all in your rituals.

you kissed back his soft lips, feeling kuroo's hands trail down your body. the steamy kiss brought you onto your tippy toes, the intriguing insight growing to your fingertips as you cupped his white cheeks.

"you like that, don't you?" he asked.

"mhmm. . ." you answered, a smile evidently unable to leave your mouth. for it was proven that you and kuroo were together.

kuroo pushed you back against the icy wall, his figure dogging over you as his tongue moved into your mouth slickly. the sounds that willed his lips were elegant but simultaneously shying you whilst you drew your attention to them. though, you got confident at some point, wrapping your arms around kuroo's neck, wanting more in the moment.

he took the hint and palmed your ass. with the consent delivered through the rush, you jumped up and allowed him to catch you flawlessly in his arms. you let out a soft groan formerly to locking lips with your boss moreover as his hands scooped your butt, confirming you were on him safely. kuroo guided both of you to a table, your firm skirt trekking up your thigh so you could feel his shirt through your panties at a close extent.

the desk he brought you to was stationed by one of the big-city windows, giving you a preview of the range of lights in the city from the twentieth story. it was considerably different to be doing the deed here with kuroo, seeing as the vague lights felt distinctive to fuck around with. nevertheless, you admitted to the beauty of it and accepted to it all.

kuroo guided your body to staple against the desk and moved away from your lips, his hand palming your breast callously. no one could see you from outside anyways.

"can i?" he asked. his lust-brimming eyes coveted you, suddenly turning the whole situation without realising. but you were infatuated with the idea of having this man take complete control over your body, you nodded with agreement, hinting the consent.

a grin came over his screened face, softening the moment for a second. but he was back at it, tapping you back into the moment too. kuroo unfastened your shirt as another hand sneaked under your pencil skirt, lust moving in him like a beast.

you gasped, clenching your thighs as your initial reaction. you could feel yourself getting damp from how he stroked your clit delicately. a shallow smile came over your face to reveal your pleasure. you liked it just like that and he was doing it.

"you like that, don't you?"

you hummed in response and escorted his hand to move harder against your moistured clit. however, kuroo retaliated by catching your lips in another sweet kiss on the cold metal table. you were seeing stars in your eyes when he entered his fingers in smoothly, not needing your little instructions. he could do it himself and assured you quickly.

small moans were emitted from the gasps of your kiss as you could hear the ungodly splashing tune his digits made to your womanhood. your eyes were squeezed tight in the sense that you didn't want to feel anything there but at the same time, desiring it so bad like a firing sense inside you.

"k-kuroo-sama, just like that." you pulled out of the kiss to let out another moan in the twilight of the closed office, where you and kuroo were just seen working your ass off for volleyball promotions. this was like a break from it all.

"my little cumslut. . ." kuroo smirked, pulling his fingers out. you opened your shut eyes, drawing your eyebrows together in the mishap. why would he take out his fingers at such a needed time?

despite that, once you looked at him you were sure as hell you wouldn't have the ability to walk for days. he had plans.

kuroo slid his fingers around one of your bra straps and pulled you up from the desk so your features were close together again, your breathing jumbled hotly. it was like you were nothing opposed to him, he made it feel like that and you were starting to notice that point of view.

"turn around for me." the instructions were blatant, yet clear and straight to the point that you didn't argue for a second. you got off the table and turned around, waiting for the next instruction. but, it was more of a do, a control.

kuroo pushed you down against the table. your ass was high in the air, in the sight of his wanton eyes. seconds passed as you took a look at what was in front of you.

the window.

where the view of tokyo was splayed out, a stunning scene to fuck to and kuroo knew that. he wanted you to see decadence as he brought you to places you've never been to. you blinked repeatedly at the lights of the city that seemed as if it was a light shop on its own. and the faraway sound of cars moving down below, it was all far away but in sight.

kuroo rubbing your ass was what got you back into the scene. he pressed his erection against you as he bent down to your ear, brushing his lips against your ear. your eyes reflected the lights of tokyo, swelled and full of bliss, he could see that.

"i'm going to make you suffer, kitten." he spoke softly.

you gulped.

"just be good for me and i'll love you after." kuroo said.

you had no idea there was this side to your boss but it was broadening in the obvious now. he was a degrading maniac that wanted nothing but for you to suffer in his wicked grasps.

"o-okay."

with that, kuroo swiftly dragged down your skirt to reside at your ankles. you were beginning to wobble on your heels as his digits swiped down your dripping cunt. holding onto the other end of the table, you were slipping over the grip of yourself, wanting nothing but kuroo to take complete control over what you did.

your boss noticed this reaction and squatted down to examine the liquid coming out of you. he pushed his face into your womanhood abruptly, his tongue plunging into the tunnel of warmth. you whinged, closing your eyes as he grasped onto your thighs harshly, humming alongside your pussy with that melodious sound of it.

while his tongue moved wonders into you, you looked at the lights in front of you, sweat starting to drip down you casually. no words could leave your mouth at the elation he gave you, especially when he would smack your ass for the times you would clench.

"please~" you let out, barely a whisper. your voice was basically with the layers of shock. one of your hands sneaked back and found the bundle called his hair. you pushed him into you deeper, earning his groan. he shook his head, accidentally shaking his nose to push your pleasure higher.

"a-ah." your orgasm took place, soon coming on his face. kuroo let out a breathy sigh as you completely relaxed against the table, out of breath.

"you're such a desperate little bitch." he spoke, pulling your hair back. you whimpered, recognising that you had no rest from this man. he was no escape. his erection was felt prominently edging itself on you, causing your pussy to throb like it had never before.

kuroo pushed you against the table once again, emitting a dry gasp from you as you were driven to the edge by him. you heard him unbuckling his pants, understanding what was coming next. in an attempt to calm down your racing heart, you found yourself quite distracted from it to the point that kuroo slammed him into you surprised you.

you lifted your chest off the table for a second to catch your breath but was there even a point to that? you were left careless of again and clutching for the ounce spare of life. it was obvious that he wanted to leave with a sense of purpose within him and you were that perfect opportunity to feel that.

he pounded into you, holding onto either side of your ass. once again, wanton moans slipped with no relent desired. for the pure reason that you wanted him to know how you felt in this very moment—ecstatic from the confession and that he wanted to be with you.

you just wanted to be a perfect good girl for him now.

"kuroo-sama!"

you comed against him, blinking at the display of lights, your own stars adding detiled to the already elegant view. the next time you were to see these lights, you were going to take a drive down memory lane because this was an unforgettable experience.

"you did so good." he said, pulling out.

you smiled to yourself as he walked around to your face. you rested your cheeks against the coldness. he blocked the outside view.

"again?" you asked him.

kuroo nodded. "i can't get enough of you. . .you kinda deserve it too, you've been good." blood was drawn to your cheeks as he stole you into a tongue kiss. you were barely able to catch up from the lack of breath you were receiving. kuroo had too much stamina, you weren't very sure you could keep up with him. although, you didn't want to be left behind either.

he reached the other side for your thighs as a sign. you happily accepted it, swiping your legs on top of the table roughly. it led to knocking over some papers but did it even matter at this moment? both of you were so into the moment to remember some papers on the ground.

you wrapped your legs around kuroo as he kissed down your neck to your open chest. by now, your breasts had fallen out of your bra which allowed him easy access for him to hook on his mouth to bring another type of pleasure to the table.

at the same time, one of his hands took off your underwear easily, the air brushing your wet womanhood. it only caused more throbbing in the area.

your boss pushed his fingers into your already stimulated entrance as he attacked your chest with dramatic black and blue splotches. he was controlling for sure, yet sweet and passionate at the same time it got you feeling giddy on what he could bring next. you rolled your head back, one hand on the desk while one wrapped around his craning neck.

"does it feel good?" he asked.

"y-yeah, thanks."

"your welcome."

it was solely moments before he squatted down. kuroo spread your legs and licked the essence that trailed down from your clit while his fingers finished with your access. you looked straight ahead, moaning as you drew his messy hair.

"just like that, kuroo-sama. . ."

you let out a scream when you comed in his mouth again, letting out a loud hiss at the end. your shoulders suddenly felt heavy as you moved back to lay on the table. the tiredness consumed you as kuroo spread small kisses on your inner thighs, loving you like he promised you.

then, he got up, looking down at your half-lidded eyes with a softening smile. "go out with me, y/n?"

you smiled back. "okay."

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Bring the House Down

biker!ares x madam!aphrodite

Summary: Ares and Aphrodite’s relationship has been tumultuous for centuries. Things had become more tense when he took to the road to lead a biker club while she stayed behind is Los Angeles to open up the most exclusive sex club with Dionysus. The time apart has always strained their relationship, but what happens when they find themselves reunited?

taglist: @persephone-rps for cowriting and @just-the-hiddles for test reading

words: 3.7K

warnings: smut, smut, smut. 18+ please

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Aphrodite was livid. In the centuries that she had known Ares, she didn't believe that he still had the nerve to show such disrespect. Both her and Dionysus had been running the most successful and exclusive sex club in Los Angeles and she imagined that Ares would be present to celebrate her success, especially given that his men and women were present and in attendance. Granted, the two of them had been off and on for eons, but she felt that she deserved more respect than what was given. She managed to convince one of his gang members to disclose the God of War's location before taking her leave from the club. She barged into the motorcycle club and glared in every direction before she finally found him. "Why the fuck are you not at my club?"

For as long as Ares had been alive, he had never found somewhere he enjoyed more than the lively city of Los Angeles. The mortals living here were a bit unfriendly and rude, which made them the easiest targets for the God of War. He found pleasure in animosity and revelled in the chaos. It was only fitting that Ares started up a very notorious motorcycle gang. It gave him the opportunity to delegate a group of unruly men and women to act on his every whim. The Outlaws were highly respected and, in some aspects, held more authority than the police.

Ares was sitting at the bar in the Outlaws clubhouse, drowning his nagging thoughts about Aphrodite and her damn sex club she ran with Dionysus. There wasn’t enough whiskey in the world, though. Especially when the blonde Goddess of Love stormed in. He turned his head slowly to look at her, much too familiar with her outbursts after centuries of knowing each other.

“Why the fuck are you in my club?” He retorted with a scoff. “Tell me, gorgeous.. Why in Tartarus would I want to watch those mortals fawn over you? None of them are half the man that I am and I know you are more than aware of that.”

She rolled her eyes. Of course, the mortals of Los Angeles fawned over her, men and women alike. She was Aphrodite and she fed off of their adoration. The more they prayed and fawned over her, the more power she had. It was why it was a genius idea to set up shop with Dionysus. Everyone was looking for an escape in the alcoholic haze and the search for love.

"I'm in your club because you're being a giant asshole by not coming to see me," Aphrodite retorted with a pout, trailing her fingers down his muscular arm. "Because they fawn over me but they can never have me. They can't handle me. As if I would bring myself down to their level and consort with them. Please. I'm not Zeus. But you... I was waiting for you. You insult me by not joining me in my temple."

It had been centuries of this little back and forth with Aphrodite. Just like the mortals, he was captivated by her beauty and he just had to have her, no matter what; however, unlike the mortals, he was a god who was able to somewhat resist that charm of hers. At least that’s what he constantly told himself. In all honesty, that was only true when she wasn’t around him because right now, he began to feel an overwhelming desire for Aphrodite. He turned in his stool quickly, grabbing ahold of the blonde’s wrist that was ghosting over his arm, his eyes moving up and down her body. She was always dressed to impressed and tonight was no exception.

“Oh, my goddess,” he smirked softly, standing up. He gently but forcefully pushed her up against the bar counter, one of his hand resting on her hips. “I have a feeling I could make it up to you one way or another...” Ares’ smirk grew as his other hand moved up, tilting her head back as his mouth found its way to her neck.

Aphrodite was high maintenance. She could admit to that, but as a result, she demanded to be woo'd, which was not exactly the war god's style. He was rough and hard and their lovemaking always resulted in bruises. She enjoyed the rough sex, but she wanted more than that. Ares was just never one to commit, rather staying on the war path and building up his army. She leaned her head back, looking bored already with his antics. "You have a feeling? I have a feeling that you are all talk and no action," she prodded, poking holes at his ego. She knew that he would delight in her image. Who wouldn't? She was the most beautiful goddess and she had dressed in his favorite color lingerie and a skin-tight dress with a high slit.

Ares couldn’t help but to groan against her smooth skin. She always knew exactly how and when to push his buttons and tonight was no exception. Part of him wanted to push her away, tell her to go back to her precious sex club and Dionysus; however, he felt his desire for her increasing by the second. He wondered if she was using some of her powers on him and the thought angered him. Though, he figured he would channel that anger in a way that benefited them both. “What is it that you want, Goddess?” He inquired with a raise of his brow, eyes scanning up and down her perfect body donned in a tight little dress. “Do you want me to tell you how beautiful you are? How no mortal or goddess in Olympus could ever amount to your beauty? Hm?” His hands smoothed up and down her sides. “Do you not hear that enough from your followers? Or will you finally admit that my attention is what you desire most in the world?”

She could have easily used her powers on him; however, it took out the fun from their back and forth. Aphrodite enjoyed the games and enjoyed the wrath that she could draw from him just from making him second guess himself. She felt herself get wet just from hearing him sing her praises and her skin glowed from the power it gave her. “My followers, they see me and my beauty, but not like you can,” Aphrodite purred as she pressed her pelvis against his. “Your undivided attention is what I desire most in the world and I am no fool. I know that is one desire that will never be fulfilled.”

Ares couldn’t help but to smirk at the way her skin glowed from his compliments and he truly meant every word of it. Even after centuries and even after having different lovers, there was always something that drew the two of them towards one another. Take Los Angeles for example; Ares would never admit to it, but Aphrodite was part of the reason he went there. The warfare was just an added bonus. “That is very true,” his voice was deep with desire for the goddess. “Oh my gorgeous, breathtaking, absolutely radiant goddess... You have my undivided attention right now, don’t you?”

Aphrodite hummed with happiness as her fingers danced over the skin that she had access to. She loved seeing him after a war, all built up and strong. It made her even more proud when she could bring him to his knees and see how weak she could make him. "I do... but I always want more," she leaned in, lips barely grazing the stubble on his cheek. "Are you god enough to give me more?"

It was almost as if Ares was a completely different being when he was around Aphrodite. The affect she had on him without even using her powers was mind blowing and it didn’t take the war god to be reduced down to a man who was putty in her hands. His hands couldn’t help the way they explored her body until they slipped past the slit of her dress to grab her backside. Her words started a fire inside him and he let out a dry chuckle before smacking her bottom. “I think we both know that I am, Aphrodite,” he smirked widely, his hand soothing over her probably slightly sore ass cheek. “Tell me what it is you want me to do to you. And I will gladly oblige.”

She withdrew her hands from him, slowly unzipping the side of her dress until she could peel the dress off of her body, allowing the material to fall to the floor and reveal the blood red lingerie beneath. Only he was allowed to lay hands on her like he had. No one else was allowed to treat her quite as roughly, the action sending lightning through her. "Worship me..." she said, hoisting herself onto the bar counter and spreading her legs open for her. "Show me how much of a true god you are."

The corners of his lips curled up into his signature smirk and he reached a hand up to run it through his hair. Worshipping her would be easy. It was already something he consistently did, just not quite as openly or vocally as her followers. He licked at his lips as the dress fell to the floor of the clubhouse and he had to take a deep breath. The lingerie left little to the imagination and he was sure she coordinated the colors purposely. Ares stood in front of her, his large hands gripping at her porcelain thighs, spreading them a little more. “Your wish is my command, my beautiful goddess,” his smirk grew as he dipped his head down, peppering kissing up her legs teasingly, wanting to hear her beg for him.

Aphrodite spread her legs wider, loving that they had the motorcycle club all to themselves. Granted, she didn't mind having an audience, but she knew that since it was Ares, they would probably cause plenty of wreckage that evening. She ran her fingers through his hair, yanking on it when she began to grow impatient with him. After centuries of their lovemaking, he knew everything that drove her crazy. Yet they still had ways to keep things steamy between them. "What are you doing?" she groaned as she tugged on his hair again. "You're taking too long."

Ares knew that the rest of his gang were going to be out all night. They had an exceptionally satisfying run-in with a rival gang and needless to say, the men had a great time satisfying their urge for violence. Brought to them by the God of War himself. Ares felt more powerful today because of this feat as well. And he looked forward to wrecking the clubhouse with the goddess. He smirked against her thighs, letting out a chuckle. “Oh? I thought you enjoyed the foreplay, beautiful?” He raised a brow at her, “Whatever then. You asked for it.” Ares tore off her lacy underwear, discarding them quickly. The god wasted no time in swirling his tongue around her sensitive nun of nerves, lapping at it quickly.

As expensive as the underwear was, she would be fine with how he discarded her underwear. During all of their trysts, there was always some sort of casualty in her wardrobe. That was no matter. She had centuries' worth of wealth and the club had been more successful than she could have ever predicted. She could always buy more. Aphrodite pulled at his hair and moaned as he paid the most attention to her pearl. Mortals were selfish and cared only for their pleasure, but not Ares. While he certainly got his, he made sure that she was fully satisfied. "I enjoy foreplay, not teasing..." she murmured through her moans.

Ares didn’t think twice about the lingerie. He was sure he could make it up to her by a shopping trip if she were upset about it. The war god gripped at Aphrodite’s thighs as his tongue made expert work on her clit. With other lovers, Ares wasn’t nearly as attentive; however, this goddess brought out a side of him no one else had ever witnessed. “Fine, fine. No more teasing..” He hummed against her core, moving a hand up to press two fingers against her entrance and sliding them in easily. He began pumping them in and out, curling them up inside of her skillfully.

Aphrodite let out a purr of satisfaction as he filled her with rough fingers, her hips shifting to allow his fingers fill her to the hilt. She had missed this confidence and desire that no other mortal or even god could satisfy. Ares was hers no matter what they said about their relationship. They always came back to each other in spite of their wandering. “Yes, Ares.... so strong. I can feel your victory flow through you,” she moaned as she sensed the aura of a battle waged and won.

The sounds emitting from the goddess’ lips was like music to Ares’ ears. He couldn’t help but to smirk against her core, swirling his tongue around her pearl a few more times before his free hand moved up, tearing away her bra. “Mine. You’re all mine,” Ares grunted as he moved up, attaching his mouth to her breast now. He wasn’t a possessive god unless it came to Aphrodite. She was his one weakness and she absolutely knew it. His fingers continued pumping in and out of her, his speed increasing to help coax her first orgasm.

She was now completely naked on the bar counter while he was still dressed. It wasn't fair, but before she could say anything, Aphrodite could feel her orgasm wash over her. She threw her head back, a strong aura radiating out from the two of them as she hit her high. "My love, you are far too dressed for this occasion," she cooed, brushing her fingers through his hair and trailing them down his shoulders and arms.

Ares felt a strong sense of victory when he coaxed the goddess to her first release, a smirk playing upon his lips knowing that was just the first of many for the night. He pulled away from her core and licked at his lips and fingers, savoring the taste of Aphrodite. He hummed in approval, his smirk growing at her words. “Undress me then, my ethereal goddess,” he muttered as his lips found their way back to her skin. He couldn’t help himself when he was around her and it absolutely showed.

Aphrodite slid off the bar and stood in front of him, pushing his leather jacket off of his large shoulders. There were so many layers to deal with, but she took care removing each one, not removing her gaze from his even as she undressed him. It dragged on but finally, he was as bare as she was. Her slender fingers wrapped around his shaft, tugging on it lightly. “Have you been saving all of this for me?”

Ares couldn’t help but to smirk as the goddess removed his clothing one by one. It was painstakingly slow, but he knew if he had patience, it would certainly be worth it in the end. The god let out a groan as her fingers wrapped around his thick shaft and he couldn’t help but to buck his hips into her hand. “Of course I have.. No mortal woman is even worth a second glance. None of them are as gorgeous as you, my love.” he smirked, watching her aura grow at his words.

She was practically glowing from the love and attention and compliments that she was receiving from Ares. He was a smart god, knowing all the right things to say to make her happy. Now whether or not it was true had yet to be seen, but she didn’t care in the moment. Aphrodite continued to pump him despite the fact that he probably couldn’t get any harder. “Mine... all mine...” she purred, repeating the same words that he had used when he brought her to the edge the first time.

Ares was filled to the brim with desire and he was sure the Goddess of Love was more than aware of that. Despite having this little back and forth for centuries, he never found himself bored with Aphrodite. In fact, he was certain he had developed somewhat of a soft spot for her. Would he ever tell her that, though? Absolutely not. Not in a million years. Ares had a reputation to uphold. He licked at his lips harshly before picking the blonde up by her thighs, laying her down on a nearby table and spreading her legs. “Tell me how badly it is that you want me,” he smirked, rubbing the tip of his member up and down her wet folds.

Aphrodite and Ares were soulmates. That much was certain. In spite of the nature of their relationship, they always kept coming back together. No one could satisfy her the way that Ares could. But their respective life missions were the only things that kept them apart. "I want you and only you. See how I shine for you?" she teased, pulling her legs apart wider for him. Her hand snaked down the valley of her breasts over her pearl, teasing herself as he teased her.

Ares couldn’t help but to groan and lick his lips as he looked down at her. Aphrodite was truly a sight to be seen and the war god was grateful that he was the only one who got to see this side of her. Even if she had other lovers, Ares knew she didn’t put on quite a show for them like she did for him. “That’s what I like to hear,” her murmured before sliding inside of her without warning until he bottomed out, inhaling sharply at the feeling it provided him. He let her get used to his thickness before thrusting in and out of her relentlessly.

She couldn’t help herself when it came to Ares. Aphrodite moaned as soon as he filled her, wrapping her legs around his torso. As experienced as she was, his size still kept the feeling tight and full. She gripped at the table below her, knowing that they were going at it with their pace that the table would break below them. “Ares... yes, my love....”

The feeling he got with Aphrodite was similar to the one he got when he was at war. He feels powerful and in control - like the entire world was at his beck and call. His aura radiated around him in red hues and he pushed her slender legs back, his thrusts hitting her at a different angle now. His thrusts remained unrelenting as he bent down, his mouth attaching to her breasts, paying each of them equal attention.

The auras of the power that they drew from their coming together filled the entire room. Aphrodite didn't hold back the moans of pleasure as her nails raked back down his shoulders. She felt her body quickly build up to her next peak as he continued to rail into her. The newer angle was unrelenting and she couldn't hold back for anything.

Ares was a generous man when it came to pleasuring Aphrodite. Mostly because he found pleasure in it himself. He could tell she was about to reach her next orgasm. After centuries of being intimate with the goddess, he knew her body almost better than his own. “Don’t hold back, gorgeous...” The war god peppered his kisses up her neck, nibbling at her ear lobe. “Come for me... Show me who you belong to..”

Each touch of his was electric and she couldn't have enough of him. If they didn't have their own missions to accomplish, they could probably spend the rest of their lives tangled in each other. "You... I'm yours..." she moaned as she was pushed off to yet another orgasm. "Ares!"

There were no words to describe the amount of pride he felt as he coaxed Aphrodite to her next orgasm. It was a feeling similar to winning a war and perhaps that was what drew him to the goddess in the first place. She made him feel things that he otherwise would have never felt before. He loved hearing her scream his name in pleasure and he made sure to rub her pearl as she rode out her orgasm. He was getting close himself, but he wanted to ensure his goddess was completely satisfied.

Aphrodite wrapped her legs around him as he pushed her over the edge, another burst of energy released throughout the room, rattling the walls. The two of them drew immense power every time they came together and this was no exception. Her hands clung to him as though he would fall out of existence if she let go, her walls clenching around his hardness with each ripple.

The smirk that played on Ares’ lips was not one that Aphrodite was unfamiliar with. Throughout their relationship, they had gotten to know every nook and cranny of each other’s bodies and how they react to certain things. The god of war was overflowing with his crimson aura and he felt as if he could take on every god in all three kingdoms. This was a feeling only elicited from making love with the goddess of love herself. His thrusts were getting more and more reckless and soon he was withdrawing from her warm ness and finishing on her stomach.

Aphrodite felt his seed, warm on her stomach. He was playing it safe, which she couldn’t blame him for. They didn’t need to deal with another god in the world to compete with, even if it was their own child. She swiped a finger across her stomach and sucked on her finger. She savored his taste, knowing that this would not be the end of their love making for the evening. They would have plenty of time to rest and recover. Aphrodite sat up, kissing his neck. “Aren’t you glad I got angry and came all the way over here to chew your ass out?” She purred.

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