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[nicoline1998enilocin]

So... I was thinking...

Tony and reader are a recent couple and they always used condoms... but one day, in the middle of a delicious sex, she interrupts Tony's thrusts and asks him to take his dick out of her. Momentarily, he doesn't understand why but he pulls out, and then she sensually removes the condom from his dick, smirking at him and she says "I want to feel you... I want to feel all of you... give me your cum"

Of course he will fuck her senseless after this and he will give her his cum 🙃 and he'll never use a condom again 🙃

Good morning/afternoon/night and thank you for listening my horny thoughts (and using if you want)

Bare it all

PAIRING ⇒ Boyfriend!Tony Stark x Avenger!Girlfriend!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT ⇒ 2K

SUMMARY ⇒ You're on an undercover mission with Tony, and you two have the entire night to yourselves. When you two end up in bed together, you're looking to spice things up a little, much to Tony's surprise. When he finds out your plan, he can't help but fall even more in love with you, and he's not afraid to tell you exactly that.

RATING ⇒ Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS ⇒ Established relationship, unspecified age gap

SMUT ⇒ Porn with little/no plot, choking, daddy kink, oral (M receiving), face fucking, (un)protected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), squirting, cream pie.

A/N ⇒ Nonnie, dear, sweet, amazing Nonnie, I cannot thank you enough for planting this idea in my brain because I am in love with this request! If you ever have more of these horny thoughts, please don't hesitate to let me know about them! This is proofread and drooled over by my lovely best friend @ccbsrmsf1, and I cannot thank you enough! Eu to amo 💚

EVENTS Masterlist ⇒ @anyfandomkinkbingo ⇒ Cream pie Masterlist ⇒ @sweetspicybingo Sweethearts ⇒ Talk dirty

Banners: Yours truly ⇒ Divider: @firefly-graphics ⇒ Photo: Source

Main Masterlist ⇒ Tony Stark Masterlist ⇒ Part 2

''C'mon, Babygirl, you look like you could use a little stress relief,'' Tony says as he stands behind you, helping you strip out of your tactical gear. You're both on an undercover mission for another week and tonight, you'll have the night to yourselves, which both of you plan to use. No one who can interrupt, not having to hide from anyone or everyone, just being yourselves and making sweet love for hours on end. Exactly like the two of you have dreamt about ever since you started dating.

''Sounds good to me,'' you tell him when your entire tac gear is on the floor and you're bare in front of your boyfriend. You turn around to find him already naked, too, his cock standing at attention against his abdomen. You slowly sink to your knees, your nails softly gliding over his chest and stomach before you find your place on the floor, his cock now at your eye level.

''Look at you, Babygirl, you look gorgeous when you're on your knees like my good girl,'' Tony praises you, and you preen under his words, your arousal only growing between your thighs as you're close to dripping onto the carpet you're kneeling on.

Your hand slides to his cock, the index finger on your right hand tracing the long, prominent vein along the shaft, your left hand softly rolling and tugging on his balls exactly the way he likes. With a loud groan, he lets his head fall back as he can already feel the pleasure building. You know exactly what to do to get him riled up - both inside and outside the bedroom - and you enjoy using that well.

You decide not to tease him any longer, instead gripping him at the base of the shaft, your hand barely fitting around the girth of it. Your tongue feels warm against the coolness of his tip, tiny beads of pre-cum gathering at the tip that you'll happily lick off before taking him into your mouth.

''That's it, Babygirl, doin' so good for Daddy,'' he praises you, your thighs squeezing together to give yourself a little relief from the arousal that's building between them. Slowly but surely, you'll take more of him into your mouth, working your mouth around his length inch by inch until you can feel him deep in your throat as you moan around him, sending shivers up his spine.

His large hands weave their way into your hair before gripping it, thrusting into your mouth and throat carefully so as not to overwhelm you. Your nails are buried in his muscular, hairy thighs to ground yourself, and it earns you a loud groan as he picks up the pace, his chest heaving from the exercise he's getting.

You look up at him with tears in your eyes from the pleasure you're experiencing, and he looks down with lust-filled eyes that look like he wants to devour you whole. Based on how his demeanor changes - his brows knitting together, his chest heaving more, his moans and groans getting louder and more irregular - you can tell he's on the edge of his orgasm, and you can't wait to swallow every last drop he's going to give you.

You pull off his cock long enough to coax him to his orgasm, not wanting to leave the taste of him for too long as you can't get enough of it.

''Wan' you to cum for me, Daddy, wanna swallow all of your cum,'' you tell him with a slight whine, and he can't say no to you, especially when you beg like this for him.

"Course, Babygirl, you can have it, fuck, take it! 'S so much cum for you-'' he says with a deep groan as he picks up the pace, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly until you swallow around him, the tightness of your throat pushing him over the edge. 

''Fucking fuck! Take it all, Babygirl, 'm cumming so much for you, so much cum for my perfect little slut! You like being on your knees for Daddy, don't you? Letting Daddy have his way with your mouth, just being the perfect fucktoy for Daddy to use? God, I fucking love you so much, Babygirl, FUCK!'' he exclaims, and it doesn't go unnoticed by you that he just said his first I love you.

Hearing that makes a wave of warmth and love flood through your veins, and you're all the more eager to have his cum, and swallow every last drop. There's no need to wait long because not even seconds later, you feel his warm seed shooting out of his pink tip and into your throat before pulling back and sticking out your tongue. You jerk his cock until every last drop of cum is milked from it, licking the last drops off to clean him.

''Good girl,'' he whispers as he helps you up, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss that leaves you breathless.

Tony has carefully placed you on the bed for some cuddles, as he needs a little while to go through his refractory period. He's not the youngest anymore, but you don't mind, as it is the perfect opportunity to have a leisurely make-out session and some much-needed cuddles together. It's at that moment you remember what he said not too long ago, and you can't refrain from bringing it up.

''You know, I couldn't help but hear that you told me you loved me, but... do you mean it? Or was it just a spur-of-the-moment thing? Because that's okay too-'' is all you can say before Tony puts his hand on your face to calm your thoughts down.

''I mean every word I said, Babygirl, I love you so much. I love your beautiful smile, the way your eyes light up when you tell a joke, from your determination on the battlefield to the kindness you spread everywhere you go. I love it all, and I love you so much,'' he says, sealing his promise with a kiss that leaves you breathless once again.

''I love you too, Tony, more than I can ever tell you,'' you tell him, a broad smile adorning both your faces as you let the words fall from your lips. You've been thinking of saying them for a while now, but how they came to light is so remarkable you wouldn't change it for the world. And now you're sure you can't stop saying them.

''Shall we go for round two, Babygirl?'' Tony asks, and you nod before letting him grab a condom from the nightstand, where he had conveniently put a strip of them. However, he wouldn't need them after today if you'll have your way with him. The package is quickly ripped open, and his expertly skilled fingers roll it onto his hard cock, ready to slide into you and fuck you completely senseless.

''Lay on your back for me, Babygirl; I want to see you fall apart on my cock when I fuck you completely stupid,'' he whispers in your ear, and you feel the goosebumps on your neck where his breath ghosted over it. You do as he says before spreading your thighs, making room for him to slot between them. Soon, he has found his place as he lines up with your entrance, gathering some of the slick dripping out of your pussy to use as lube.

''Are you ready for me, Babygirl? Take a deep breath for me,'' he tells you, and you do as he slides in, the stretch still catching you off guard. You breathe through it as he carefully slides in, the burning feeling soon making room for nothing but pleasure as a long moan falls from your lips. Your arms are slung around his neck, his nose nuzzled into your neck as he lets you adjust to his cock inside you, and he never wants to leave.

''Feels so good, Babygirl, such a perfect, tight pussy for me to fuck,'' he breathes against your neck as he starts to set a slow pace, your tighs walls clinging onto every inch of his cock as you feel them against your walls, his tip hitting your cervix each time he slides back in.

''I love it when you make love to me, Daddy; it makes me feel special,'' you tell him, and he gives you a love-filled smirk in return.

''Good, you're my special girl,'' Tony tells you as his hips get a faster pace, thrusting into you at a regular rhythm that has you seeing stars within no time, but it isn't enough for you; you need to feel him everywhere, you want him bare inside you.

"D-Daddy, stop,'' you tell him, and he immediately does, stilling inside you as he looks for any discomfort or pain on your features, but he doesn't find any. Regardless, he sits back on his haunches as he still has his cock inside you, giving you more room to move.

''I want to feel you cum inside me, Daddy; need all of your cum,'' you tell him as your shyness starts taking over, your voice trailing off near the end. You've rarely been this forward about what you want; when you are, it always makes you nervous for his reaction.

You don't have to ask him twice because, before you know it, the condom has found its way into the trash can. You're manhandled onto all fours, his hips snapping against your ass in loud, harsh thrusts that have you crying from overwhelming pleasure, his bare cock inside you making your mind reel from pure excitement.

''F-fuck, Daddy! Feels s-so g-good!" you tell him between thrusts, your moans coming out broken and your whines coming out louder, your pleasure building up every second he drives his bare monster of a cock into your tight pussy, stretching it beyond the limits you've ever thought to be possible.

''Yeah? Does it feel good to have Daddy fuck you raw, Babygirl?'' he asks as he pulls you up with your back against his chest, one of his hands around your throat, the other one around your waist to keep you in place as he fucks you with an unrelenting pace. He squeezes your throat so that your air is cut off enough to make your mind fuzzy around the edges, but there's still room for air. Your hands desperately hold on to his arms as your orgasm builds quickly, and before you know it, you're falling apart on his cock, your juices squirting out in a hot rush of liquid that soaks the sheets beneath you.

''Jesus, Babygirl! You squirted all over the bed like a little slut! You deserve a reward for being such a good girl, don't you think?'' he asks, but he gives you no room to nod, instead fucking into you even faster as he feels how heavy his balls are with cum, desperately wanting to fill your pussy until it drips out.

''Y-Yes!'' you croak out, and with a long, deep groan, Tony cums inside you as he stills, his arms letting you go as you fall forward onto the bed, unable to hold yourself up.

''That's what you wanted. Needed Daddy's cum inside your tight pussy, huh? My perfect cumslut, just needs to be filled with Daddy's cum everywhere,'' he pants out before pulling out and lying down to inspect what he has done, his cum leaking out as it's too much for your pussy to hold in.

''You did perfectly for me, Babygirl, but from now on, I'm only fucking you bare, you understand that?'' he asks you, and you let out a broken yes before you collapse onto the bed, not caring about the wet sheets underneath you. That evening he pulls you apart and puts you back together about three more times after, each time pumping you full of his cum.

Now that he's had a taste of paradise, he never wants anything else, and you're not one to deny him that. All you want is to be filled by the man you love more than anything and start a family with him. The family you've always dreamt of with the love of your life.

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[holylulusworld]

Forbidden Lust - Kinktober 5

Summary: Your stepmother is the worst. But her fiancè is worth your time.

Rating: Explicit

Kinktober Special: homewrecker kink

Square filled Square 7 for @anyfandomkinkbingo​: Office Sex

Pairing: Stepdad(CEO)!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: cheating, angst, jealousy, awful stepmother, sexual tension, smut, unprotected sex, quickie, kinda stepcest (they are not related by blood), dirty talk, possessive Bucky, homewrecker kink

A/N: Please be aware of the warnings. This kink is not for everyone. Also, there is more plot than expected.

Words: 2,3 k

Kinktober 2022

AFG KINK BINGO masterlist

“Another one?” you ask the blonde eyeing your colleague up and down. He dips his head as you clear your throat to get his attention. “Do you want another drink? You know, my colleague is not on the menu.”

“Engagement parties, I hate them,” he turns his back on the people at the party to look at you. “So, you’re working here or-“

“What does it look like? I’m not here to get a massage,” rolling your eyes you turn around to get a new bottle of whiskey. “Do you want another drink or not?”

“Why would anyone celebrate their engagement at a bar?” 

“How shall I know?” you shrug. “I’m just trying to do my job and go home when my shift is over. If you want to know why she came here to celebrate her engagement, ask my stepmother.”

“Stepmother?” that picked the man’s interest. “The bride is your mother?”

“Stepmother,” you correct. “I haven’t seen her since my dad’s burial. No, wait. It was right after the lawyer read the will of my father.”

“Why are you working at a bar if your dad was…rich?”

“Well, she got all of his money, the company, and the house. I didn’t want his money or shit, it just hurts that he didn’t think of me at all,” while you wipe the counter, the man frowns deeply. 

“That’s shit.”

“That’s life. She spread her legs for my father for three years and gets everything. I was his daughter all my life and must work three jobs to pay back my student loan. English literature, what a waste of time.”

“Not to me,” he offers. “Uh-name’s Steve. Steve Rogers.”

While the man in front of you holds out his hand, you look around the crowded bar to watch your stepmother get cozy with her newest conquest. Another wealthy man. 

“Y/N be a darling and make some more drinks for my friends,” your hands ball into fists when your stepmother steps toward the bar counter. She batts her eyelashes and purses her lips. “And hurry up. They are not some of your little friends, living on beer and cheap food.”

“Dot,” your stepmother’s fiancé joins her and the blonde at the bar counter. “Do we get more drinks soon or-?” he licks his lips as his eyes land on you. “Steve, I wanted you to get more drinks, not flirt with the bartender.”

You eye the man up and down. He’s wearing a dark blue suit and matching tie. His polished shoes cost more than all of your shoes, and you are fairly sure, he’s wearing even more expensive underwear.

His blue eyes drop to the drink in the blonde’s hand. “I’m thirsty. Bartender, be a doll and give me one of these too.”

He flashes you a smile, making his blue eyes sparkle. You bet he’s the kind of guy always getting his way only by smiling at people. Not tonight.

“Sorry, my shift is over,” you drop the towel onto the counter. “You can wait for my colleague, or, how about you ask my beloved stepmother? She was a waitress before she met my dad and got her greedy hands on his money.”

“She was joking, Jamie. Y/N is just jealous I found love again,” she stammers. “I never was a waitress.”

“Of course, love,” Bucky sighs as he watches you storm toward the back of the bar. “Maybe she just needs time to adjust. We could invite her for dinner.”

“Buck, I’m getting a terrible headache. I’ll find my way out,” the blonde says.

“Steve, wait,” Bucky watches his best friend and best man leave the bar. He knows Steve doesn’t like Dot. “Come on. Don’t be like that.”

“Do you,” Steve turns around to whisper in Bucky’s ear, “know anything about your soon-to-be wife but how she sucks your cock? Did you know that she got all the money, the house, and shit from her latest husband? Did you know that his daughter must work three jobs to get around?”

A week later, the bar you are working at…

“We are closed,” you jerk your head toward the door. “Go to one of those fancy clubs you are used to. We have nothing to offer here.”

“My friend Steve told me you were a good host,” Bucky plops down onto one of the bar stools and flashes you a smile. “Can I have a drink too? Last time you left me hanging.”

You take a moment to drink him in. He’s all casual today, wearing a Henley and jeans. God, he’s gorgeous. That bastard got it all. The looks. The smile. The eyes. 

If only he didn’t want to marry the woman you hate the most. 

“Why are you here?” you sigh. “I got a lot of work to do and got no time for Dot’s nonsense, or yours.”

“You don’t like your stepmother much, but she wants you to come to our wedding,” you sneer at his words. “Please don’t make this any harder for her.”

“I rather let someone stab me with a rusty knife.”

“Why are you like this?”

“Maybe you should ask her,” you turn around to get a glass for Bucky. “She came into our lives. Three years later my father dies in an accident and his lawyer tells me and his brother that he left everything to Dot. Even the company he built with his brother.”

“He loved her.”

You huff.

“Doll don’t be mad at your stepmother for things happening in the past. You should try to move on. Both of you.”

“I tried,” you slam the glass onto the counter. “She forced me to leave my home. I tried to stay away from her, while my uncle still fights her. He tries to get the company back. I gave up a long time ago.”

He looks surprised.

“She is the one not leaving me alone. Whenever she gets the chance to, she rubs salt into my wounds. Like last week. She didn’t have to rent the whole bar to celebrate her engagement party here. It was to show me she got another wealthy guy into her clutches.”

“Dot is not like that,” you roll your eyes. Of course, Bucky cannot see the ugly monster behind her pretty façade. Dot is a master at manipulating and gaslighting people.

“Believe whatever you want. Just keep me out of this shit. Dot got all she ever wanted from me and my family. I got nothing else to offer.”

You pour Bucky a drink. “That’s the first and last drink you will ever get from me. Don’t come back here.”

Another month later, the car dealer you are working at…

“Not again.”

You can’t believe Bucky followed you to your second job. He looks at the cars, scrunching up his nose. “Hello, doll. I’m looking for…a car.”

“I don’t think you want a second-hand Volvo or an old and rusty Chevy. You look more like,” you look him up and down, “Porsche, or Ferrari. These cars are for people who work for their money and need a car to get to work. Not another status symbol.”

“Why do you hate me?”

He looks you deep in the eyes, searching your face.

“I don’t hate you,” you look away. “I just don’t want to watch another man end up losing everything he has to Dot. So please, stay away from me.”

“If only you would give her a chance, she could be a good stepmother.”

You snort. “Dude, she’s like four years elder than me. She never was and never will be a stepmother to me. She’s a bitch in heat looking for another dick to ride. A wealthy dick, of course.”

“Dick, huh?” he smirks.

You put your hands on your hips and glare at him. “If you would excuse me now. I have work to do.”

“I can see that. You are an expert in working yourself up,” how you hate his stupid smirk. “How about I invite you for dinner and we can talk some more.”

“No.”

“No?”

“No!”

“Heaven help, me with this stubborn brat. I can’t believe I’m wasting my time on her,” he can only watch you storm off. Bucky can’t help but wonder how it would feel to spank your ass.

Three weeks later, your last working place. Copy room.

“No…no,” you kick the copier. “It’s the wrong day to mess with me, bitch. I give you one last chance to give me those damn copies before I kick your ass again.”

“I don’t think a copier got an ass,” snickering Bucky leans in the doorframe to watch you fight with the machine. You kick it again. “Doll, the poor machine doesn’t deserve your hatred.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I thought we can go for dinner,” he steps inside the room and kicks the door shut with his foot. “Doll, I’m talking to you.”

“I got that.”

You don’t turn around, nor do you pay attention to Bucky when he steps closer to have a look at the copier. “How about being a little friendlier?”

“How about you get lost?”

“I get why you don’t get along with Dot,” he puts his hands on your hips and whispers in your ear. “You’re both so stubborn. Maybe I can help you get along better.”

“You can get lost. I don’t want anything to do with Dot, and the catastrophe you call your wedding.”

“I bet I can change your mind,” Bucky presses a soft kiss to your neck. “I’ll be back soon, doll.”

A month later, Barnes and Rogers Inc., your new boss’s office…

“Hi, I’m Y/N Y/L/N. I’m here for the interview,” you gape at the man sitting in a swivel chair. “You’ve got to be shitting me!”

“Welcome to Barnes and Rogers Inc., doll,” Bucky grins as you start to throw insults at him. You had hoped to finally get a full-time job. You’re tired of working three jobs. “Why did you do this? I wanted a new job, not another confrontation with my past.”

“Oh, doll,” he slowly gets up from his chair to stride towards you. “I have a better plan for you. For us.” 

“US?”

He wraps one arm around your waistline, holding you close to his chest. “Us, Y/N. I want you to be a good girl now and do as I say.” Bucky whispers in your ear. “I’ll be your daddy soon. And I’ll make sure to become a very good daddy for you.”

“Get off me,” you weakly wiggle in his iron grip. “You won’t become my dad. I had a great dad.”

“He gave all of his money to Dot,” his hand moves up to your chest to give one tit a good squeeze. “He was an awful father. Let me be your daddy…” 

You make an odd noise. This is it, the moment you have been waiting for. “I don’t think so,” you only need to rile him up a little more and…

“Fucking brat.” 

He drags you toward his desk, cursing under his breath. You let him bend you over his desk. And you don’t fight him when he shoves your skirt up your waist and your panties down your legs.

You smirk.

“What do you want to do about it.”

Bucky presses one hand to the small of your back to hold you down. “I’ll show you how to behave.”

“Show me.”

“You’re not going to walk for a while.”

He kicks your legs apart. Bucky slaps your pussy, fingers running through your slicked folds. You hold your breath and try to hide you are already a dripping mess. “Slut, already so wet for me.”

You bite your tongue. 

“Got nothing to say,” two fingers prop at your entrance, waiting, lingering to cross a line. “Fine, I wanted to go easy on you.”

“Fuck you.”

“No. Fuck you.” 

Belt buckle. Zipper. Pants dropping to the ground. A symphony to your ears.

“I’m gonna fucking ruin this cunt,” Bucky curses behind you. He runs his cock up and down your folds, gathering your slick to cover his dick. “You’re going to be my good girl.”

Biting your lower lip hard enough to draw blood you feel him snap his hips into your ass, filling you in one go. He starts moving in vigor. Rough. Fast. Without mercy.

“Fucking brat.”

Bucky drags you onto his thick length, blunt nails digging into your skin. He watches his cock disappear in your body, smirking as you push back onto him.

“That’s much better. Good girl. Taking my cock so well.”

You struggle to not moan his name. He can never know you made sure he will end up fucking you over his desk. This is all you ever dreamed of and more. 

“Jamie?” Bucky stills his movement, but his cock twitches inside of your cunt. “What? Y/N?” Dot gasps as she just caught Bucky balls deep inside of you. “What are you doing?”

“Uh-what does it look like, mommy?” you lift your head to grin at her. Bucky swallows thickly as you start to clench tightly around him. He drops his eyes to your stuffed cunt as you start moving your hips to fuck yourself on his cock. “I’m fucking daddy…”

“Dot…I…uh,” Bucky tries to find the right words. “I tried to convince her to come to the wedding and realized, I prefer fucking her and not you.”

“I will destroy you, James Buchanan Barnes!” Dot storms out of the office and slams the door shut. “We are done!”

“I got everything I wanted from you, Dot,” he grips your hips to stop you from moving. “Now, will you tell me why you came all over me when Dot caught us?”

“I-I like to fuck with taken men…sometimes…”

“Well, this is over. You are mine now,” Bucky grunts. “When I’m done with you, we will make sure you’ll get all of your money, the house, and the company back…”

“Why would you do such a thing?”

“Your father was a good friend of my family for the longest time and I tried to find out what happend to him. Having my way with you was just a ... bonus...”

 Part 2

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[sarahowritesostucky]

📖"Merry & Bright"

Part 4 - Package Deal

Rated: Explicit

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Tags: a/b/o, omega Bucky, alpha Steve, kids/domestic, fingering, anal sex, knotting, multiple orgasms, Voicing, claiming bites, D/s elements, mentions of PTSD, mentions of depression, postpartum, body insecurity, breastfeeding, mpreg, pet names

Word Count: ~7000 (I'm sorry, okay?!😫)

Summary: Steve and Bucky make love for the first time since the birth of their son.

(Or: a prime example of how even my sincere attempts at g-rated domestic kid fics devolve into 6000+ words of smut 🤦🏻‍♀️)

[“You want to know what it looks like?” Steve growls, pulling back with a filthy-wet sound and a voice that’s furious and rough-edged and determined. “It looks like the cunt of the omega who gave me my children. Looks like the cunt I wanna spend the rest of my life fucking, stuffing full of my cock, my cum, my knot … my tongue.”]

(Wait! I haven't read part 1, 2, 3 yet!)

Steve appears in the doorway to their bedroom after putting the girls to bed. “ ‘And the children were nestled all snug in their beds’ ,” he recites, making Bucky chuckle softly.

“ 'blah blah, something about a long winter’s nap' .” (Which doesn’t sound bad at all to him right about now.) “That took a while," he says, stifling a yawn against the top of Gabe’s head. “They didn’t get their hands on any sugarplums at that party, did they?”

Steve shakes his head. “Naw. Crackers and juice.”

“Juice has sugar.”

“They’re fine. Reading got ‘em down.”

“We still on Stuart Little?”

“Becs begged for an extra chapter,” Steve confirms, smiling from where he’s leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, eyes full of affection as he watches Bucky feeding their son. “Did you have a nice time tonight, babe?”

Bucky winces first and lies second, so of course his ever-perceptive husband raises an eyebrow and waits him out for the truth. Bucky recounts the encounter with Karen and the other moms. “They wear me out,” he says, letting his eyes slip closed and his head dig back into the pillow that he’s got propped against the headboard. “Even when I promise myself I’m just gonna eat the food and not engage, somehow they draw me in. They have that knack.” 

“Eh. They’re just a bunch’a cotton-headed ninny muggins.”

Bucky snorts. “Yeah well I’m not too far off from ‘em.” He feels Gabe slowing down and trails his fingers through the boy’s wispy hair. “Here I thought it was last week instead of this week. Seven full calendar days off track.”

“Babe, it happens.”

“Hm. No it doesn’t. But you’re sweet for saying so.” He smiles self-deprecatingly. “Neurologist said I’ve got too much white matter, now.”

“Yeah, and he also said it isn’t getting any worse. Lots’a people have brain injuries and manage to live perfectly fine lives.”

Bucky doesn’t miss how Steve substitutes the word ‘fine’ for ‘normal’, and his lips twist wryly. “I know. It’s just, all this time I’ve been blaming it on pregnancy brain, but that'd be wearing off by now.” He groans with his eyes still closed. “Swiss cheese for brains, Stevie, I swear.”

Steve makes a sad tut of disapproval from the doorway. Bucky stubbornly doesn’t open his eyes, but he can hear the soft sounds of Steve padding across the room, then the bed dipping by his side as he slides in next to him. “You’re doing great, Sweetheart,” he encourages.

Despite how much Bucky disagrees with that assessment, he can still hear all the love and warmth in Steve’s voice, can tell that his husband sincerely means it when he leans in and kisses his ear, lips and breath lingering at the craggy, mutilated top. It’s one of the ways that Steve has always silently said ‘I love you’ to Bucky when he knows the omega is in a bad mood, and it somehow manages to worm its way past his churlishness each and every time. “Thanks, Babe,” he mutters.

Steve wiggles in to sit beside him, hip to hip, mindful of Bucky and the baby and not upsetting Gabe’s feeding time. “... Did something else happen today? You seem, I dunno, burdened.”

“I am. I mean I’m just fucking tired, but yeah.”

His hand appears on top of Bucky's thigh. “Tell me?”

Bucky sighs. “Just my emotions goin’ haywire. Hormones. I went jogging and cried in the park.”

“Baby,” 

Steve never likes to hear that Bucky’s unhappy, which is the main reason why Bucky avoids mentioning it. He’s got a therapist for that shit, after all. “Eh, it was brief. I got over it. But then I realized the play was tonight and I had to scramble to get the girls' costumes together; and right before that, I had to do battle with this snotty little beta at the pharmacy just to try and get my prescription filled, so that didn’t help.”

“What?”

Bucky ruefully recounts the incident with his birth control medication and the new FDA regulations, and Steve starts to rumble angrily in his chest before the story is halfway through. Bucky opens his eyes to see his Alpha looking all indignant on his behalf. His lips quirk. “Easy there, Big guy.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Steve growls. “I didn’t know there was any kind of legislation like that being considered.”

Steve’s unhappy scent is making Gabe start to pull away, and Bucky rubs the infant’s back. “Calm down. You’re making him squirm.” Steve grumbles but tries to obey, and Bucky relaxes when he feels Gabe go searching for another latch. “I dunno Steve. Things are changing, and I see the signs and it just scares the crap outta me.” 

“What do you mean, ‘changing’?”

“Just ... the little things," he mumbles, knowing that there's a chapter in his book called that, and that Steve probably remembers it, too. Bucky shrugs, avoiding Steve's concerned stare. "A couple of years ago, people weren’t talking so much about church. Now everybody’s back to talking about gender roles all the time.”

“People are allowed to have religion, Buck.”

“It’s not just that. It’s people’s attitudes changing, their whole approach. It scares me. People didn’t used to always be talking about what was ‘decent’ or what was ‘allowed’ on this platform or that. Purity culture, moral absolutism; those things were on the decline, ya know? People didn’t criticize working mothers as much. Omegas didn’t wear their collars in public like it's some sort of fashion statement. 'Tradwives' weren’t trending on TikTok. … Abortion was protected.”

“It’s still protected,” Steve argues. 

“Here it is,” Bucky says peevishly, because they both know about each and every issue that’s been kicked back to the states in recent years. “It’s how fast everybody forgets. Now those bumper stickers are coming back in vogue again, Jesus fish lapel pins. Hell, it’s even normal to launch a friendly chat with a chipper little ‘where do you fellowship?’ They’re banning books all the time—”

“In schools, not public libraries,” Steve interrupts, then hurriedly adds, “I’m not defending it, Buck. I’m just saying there’s a difference.”

“There’s a difference until there’s not a difference,” he snaps. Then, after a beat of fraught silence between them, he whispers, “Please tell me it’s not happening again, Steve.”

“Hey.” Steve shifts beside him, putting an arm behind his back to pull him closer against his side. He kisses the top of his head. “No, Buck. We’ve got intelligence agencies to fight against that, now. That’s what Shield is for. It’s what I do. You’ve gotta know I’d never let you or the girls—the kids,” he hurriedly amends, not yet used to “the girls” no longer being an apt descriptor of their children, “get drawn into a situation like that again. I’d never let it happen, baby, never. You know we have an exit plan if things get bad.”

Bucky nods, swallowing thickly at the mere thought of it. “Yeah,” he whispers against Gabe’s head. He knows that Steve only put that plan together to help assuage Bucky’s lingering fears, his anxiety that never quite goes away completely. “Yeah. We can get out. We have a plan.” He’s whispering it to himself, vaguely recognizes the beginning feelings of a spiral, how his pulse is faster than it should be, audible in his ears, with dread pooling low in his gut like spoiled food.

He whimpers and pushes his nose against Gabe’s hair to soothe himself, inhaling the new baby smell that he still has. “We have a private jet,” he whispers, reminding himself, trying not to let his thoughts flash back to the memory of the retreating rear window of his mom’s car at a border crossing, his sisters’ faces pressed against the glass as they leave him behind in a country where he's not safe anymore …

“Untrackable Quinjet, fly to Canada,” he murmurs, trying to focus on five things that he can see, smell, feel, taste and hear … about Gabe, his son, his—

“Baby,” Steve is mourning by his side. He grips Bucky’s shoulder and gives him a comforting squeeze, which pulls Bucky’s vision back into focus from the panic attack he’d been about to fall into. Steve seems unaware of it. He’s still just cuddling him and talking platitudes in a low voice. “That’s not happening, okay? Things are fine, I promise you.”

Bucky nods, even though he can’t help but to worry, “Then why are people giving up their rights again?” he asks. “You know they’re expanding the Fertility Care Act.”

“I know. But that doesn’t take anyone’s rights away.”

“You know how I feel about it.”

“I know. I know babe. ‘Incentiv—”

“Incentivization is the first step to coercion!” Bucky finishes for him. “Yes. They’re prioritizing citizens who can have kids over ones who can't. How is that fair?!” 

Steve lowers his head. “It’s not.”

“And passing all these restrictive laws? Requiring my Alpha to cosign on my birth control? How can they do that?”

Steve sighs. “We’re still a democracy,” he says sadly. “People still have the right to vote for the policies they want, even if they’re not the same things that you and I want. We’re a self-determining society, babe. If they get enough support for it, enough votes … People still get to make these decisions.”

Bucky grunts. “Well they're making the wrong ones.”

Steve hums in agreement, giving him another squeeze. “Hey now, don’t think about that stuff. Relax with me tonight, that’s what I want.”

“Hmph.”

“You’re gonna turn the milk sour, you keep worrying like that,” he teases. “C’mere, grumpy.” He dips in and nuzzles against Bucky’s face to try and get a small smile out of him. It kind of works, and Steve hums happily when he feels him soften. “How’s Little man?” he asks, kissing Bucky’s temple and looking down at their son.

“Pretty sure he’s eating in his sleep,” Bucky murmurs. “And I’m about to be too.” 

“Mm. But you’re not eating.” 

“You know what I mean, dummy.”

Steve leans in and noses at his neck, scenting him affectionately. “You smell so good, momma. Smell like home, like mate.” Bucky makes a grumbling sound of complaint at the “momma” and Steve snickers and kisses him in apology. He cups his hand behind Bucky’s flesh one, intimately joining him in cradling their infant son’s head against Bucky’s chest. “Lookit that,” he purrs, and it’s not all innocence to his tone, as he stares at where Gabe is suckling. “I love to see you like this,” he murmurs. “Seeing you feeding him, giving him what he needs. Using that part of yourself for this.”

Bucky groans and lets his eyes fall closed again in mortification. “Steeve.” He feels Steve’s thumb start swiping back and forth on the back of his hand that's cupping Gabe's head.

“Shh. It’s true, momma.” Steve starts peppering kisses against the top of his shoulder as he watches Gabe nursing and Bucky blushing. He speaks softly between the kisses, murmuring intimate words of love against Bucky’s skin: “Love it. Love you. You don’t know what it does to me, to see you with him like this. Watching you takin’ care of him. Knowing that your gorgeous body can do this, can nourish him. The baby you made for me, my son.” His voice is rumbling again by the time he finishes, possessive, and he laces their fingers together and ducks in close to start mouthing at Bucky’s bonding glands—something which he knows turns Bucky on to no end, goddamn him. 

Bucky groans and whines. “Are you serious right now?” Steve’s laugh puffs out against his skin, warm and affectionate, and Bucky drops his head to try and hide the smile he can’t keep off his own face. “Damn you, Rogers.”

“Language, momma Rogers,” Steve purrs, which only serves to make the heat in Bucky’s face worse. “Let me put him down,” he murmurs, kissing Bucky’s neck one last time before moving forward to take Gabe. Bucky hands him over with a tired hum, letting his eyes slip closed again while Steve is gone. 

He’s surprised when he drifts off to sleep and the next thing he’s aware of is Steve crawling back into the bed with him. “Mmhh, I fell asleep.”

“I can see that.”

“He go down okay?”

“Yep.” Steve pulls him into his arms and lies down with him, kissing his forehead. “You make me so happy, Buck,” he whispers. He trails kisses down his face until he reaches his lips, then presses gentle pecks there until he’s able to coax his way inside for more. He makes out with him lazily, humming in pleasure as Bucky softens and starts to respond to it. He lets one hand roam his body, trailing up and down the omega’s side, then squeezing his waist. “You tired?” he whispers.

Bucky smirks with his eyes closed. “M’ always tired.”

Steve hums in agreement and kisses him some more. “He slept through the night last night.”

“Yeah. Don’t jinx it. Maybe we’ll get lucky again.”

“Want to fool around?” Steve murmurs, already kissing along his jaw towards his neck again. His big hands roam Bucky’s body, caressing his waist and circling behind to grab at his ass. “I miss you.”

Bucky sighs in pleasure, nodding. “I’m fucking tired,” he murmurs—very pointedly not a ‘no’—then shivers when Steve rolls over to cover him with his body, pressing one firm, thick thigh up between his legs. Bucky groans tiredly. “Ohh, Honey.”

“I’ll do all the work,” Steve promises, whispering the words against his neck in a conspiratorial way that makes Bucky chuckle. Steve kisses his bonding gland again. “Mmm, promise. You can just lie here and feel good.”

“Or fall asleep,” Bucky mutters, though as Steve presses his thigh down and rolls his hips, the odds of that happening significantly diminish. Bucky smiles with his eyes still closed and digs his skull back into the pillow, shivering full-body as he feels his dick waking up. “Mm, Stevie. Yeah. Make me feel good?”

“Course,” Steve whispers, before sealing his mouth over the sensitive tissue of Bucky’s bond scar. He hums in pleasure as he sucks hard, coaxing the gland underneath to swell and grow closer to the skin with arousal. He fits his teeth to the shape of it, biting in a quick, sharp nip that makes Bucky gasp. 

“Oh! Steve …”

“You remember what the doctor said,” he teases, scraping his teeth over the spit-wet skin. “Hm? ‘Bout the ways Alpha can help you feel good?”

“Ohh, mm hm.” Bucky’s O.B. and his therapist have told them that stimulation of the glands can help relieve some of the effects of postpartum depression—including regular sex and penetrating bites from a bondmate. They've tried the latter but not the former, but Steve has been more than keen on the idea of helping his omega in both ways.

“What do you say, baby?” he asks, licking and kissing all over his bond scar. “Hm? It's all healed up from last time. Can I?”

Bucky whimpers, weak from the rush of arousal that always comes at hearing Steve ask for this. “Nnn,” he whines uselessly, rolling his body up against the alpha’s bulk. “Ssteve,” he slurs, “Nnn, don’t.”

“Aw, why not?” he coos lazily, still mouthing at that spot. “It’ll feel good, I promise.” He moves up to whisper in Bucky’s ear: “I know how hard it makes you cum when I time it just right.”

Bucky moans pitifully. He tries to remember what his reason for protesting it is, but it’s hard. “It’s almost—oh! mmm—s’almost Thanksgiving. W-we, um … T-tony’s parties, n’ the Turkey Trot …”

Steve lets his teeth drag over the glands again. “Fuck the Turkey Trot. So what? I love seeing you fresh with my mark. And this way everyone else will too. They’ll see it and they’ll know you’re mine. Know I was probably fucking you while I did it, claimin’ you all over again.” His voice is rough and gravelly by the end, full of heat and possession. “You got any idea how much I like that?”

“Hnhh,” Bucky breathes, unable to argue against that reasoning. “Okay.”

“Good boy,” Steve purrs, eliciting another pathetic whine from his mate. Bucky can practically feel Steve’s satisfied grin as he continues to nuzzle into the crook of his neck, mouth never leaving his bonding glands for long. “Smell so fuckin’ good, mama,” he groans, and this time rather than protest the endearment, Bucky keens at the way Steve says it: like Bucky being the mother of his children is the sexiest, most wonderful thing imaginable. Steve keeps kissing a path down his neck and shoulder, over his collarbone and chest, stopping when he reaches the level of his pecs and sealing his mouth to a nipple—the same place where their baby was nursing not even ten minutes ago. 

Bucky shivers in sensitivity and blushes like a madman, his hands flying up to tangle in Steve’s hair. “Nnh, Steve, wait, oh …”

Steve groans and rubs his cheek against his chest, the drag of his facial hair and his hot breath making Bucky’s nipples harden into tight nubs. He brings a hand up to cup one swollen pec and mouths openly at the other, groaning as he stares greedily.  “Fuck, baby, look at you.”

“Steve,” Bucky pants. “Nnn,”

“Mm mn, no. Hush. Just let me play with ‘em.”

Bucky continues to whine about it, but a hardening dick and a leaking asshole don’t lie, and Steve knows him too well to let him get away with such shallow evasion at this point in their marriage.

He settles in for the long feast, humming and grunting in pleasure between kisses and sucks to Bucky’s chest, alternating sides and squeezing whatever he isn’t mouthing over at the moment. “God, baby,” he says between one kiss and the next. “Wish you’d stay like this. Love your body like this. So soft, just for me.”

“Fuck, Steve.”

“Mmhm. Could keep you like this forever. All needy and sensitive.” He traps Bucky’s nipple between his lips and sucks, hard, and Bucky feels that tingly sensation and knows what’s going to happen a second before it does. His hands fly to Steve’s head and he cries out, but there’s no time for him to warn his husband before his body lets out a tiny spurt of breastmilk. Steve only pauses for a second, his mouth still on him, and then he groans loudly against Bucky’s chest. He sucks again, huffing in enjoyment, then lifts up and meets Bucky’s gaze with lust-blown eyes. “Oh honey,” he whispers, sounding devastated. “I almost forgot how sweet you are.”

Bucky’s brain is kind of short circuiting at the sheen on Steve’s lips, wet from his very own breast milk. “Shit,” he exhales shakily. “Alpha.”

Steve growls and drops back down to suck on him some more. Bucky can only lie there and take it, his head tossing on the pillow and hands gripping Steve’s hair as the alpha makes a playground of his chest. Bucky whines and complains, but truth be told there’s something small and squirmy inside of him that secretly loves it when his husband indulges in his body this way. It makes him feel wanted and beautiful, reminds him that Steve loves every part of him, even when Bucky himself doesn’t. “Leave—aah—leave some for the baby,” he eventually manages to say, laughing between pleasured groans and gasps. 

Steve pulls off and comes up to kiss him, tongue swiping past Bucky’s lips and leaving the taste of himself behind. Bucky’s breathing shakily by the time they part, and Steve’s eyes flit over his face. “You okay?” he asks, so sincere in his care for Bucky that it makes Bucky want to give him everything. 

“Yes Alpha,” he whispers, reaching up with his flesh hand and cupping Steve’s jaw with it. “I just love you stupid-much, is all.”

“Stupid much?”

“Mm, yeah, it’s pretty stupid.”

Steve surges down to kiss him thoroughly once more “See?” he teases, knocking their foreheads together. “All that moping didn’t curdle the milk after all.” Bucky huffs and swats at him, and Steve grins and rolls away. “Hang on one sec.” He gets up to undress, and by the time he’s crawling back into bed naked, Bucky’s kicked off his pajama pants as well. Steve slides right back into the cradle of his hips. Between their bellies, his cock is hard, but he makes no move to address it, focused on his mate instead. “What do you want tonight?” he asks gently, tracing Bucky's face on one side and then the other. “Hm? We can do anything you want. Whatever makes you feel good.” 

Bucky softens, in love. That’s how it’s been these past four months: Steve being careful, trying so hard to respect any boundaries, to let Bucky take the lead as they find their way back to intimacy as husbands. Problem is, most days Bucky doesn’t know what he wants. He swallows thickly and rasps out a quiet, “I just wanna feel you.”

Steve hums. He tucks the recently-shortened strands of Bucky’s hair aside, eyes flicking from one ruined ear to the other, amazing Bucky with how his gaze never waivers with any hint of distaste at the mutilated flesh. It’s just love he sees in him. “I think that can be arranged.”

He kisses him, long and languid and indulgent, the kind of kiss that takes its time and never really escalates, more intimate than it has any right to be. By the time he’s kissing down Bucky’s body to put his mouth on his prick, Bucky’s a leaking, mewling mess. 

“Ssteve,” he slurs as he watches his husband’s blond head of hair dip down between his legs and feels his mouth engulf him in sudden, overwhelming warmth. “Oh God.” Bucky’s eyes slip shut and he digs his skull back into the pillow, exhaling through clenched teeth at how good it feels. Steve hums from around his mouthful and Bucky hurriedly grasps at his hair. “Nnn, don’t,” he hisses, trying to calm down even as his hips are shoving up at Steve’s face. “Don’t hum like that, Jesus Christ.”

Steve laughs and pulls off to look up at him. He kisses Bucky’s cockhead and winks. “Sorry. I was just enjoying myself.” Keeping eye contact, he suckles and laves over just the head of Bucky’s dick, then uses his hold at the base to tap it against the flat of his tongue several times. 

“Fuck.” Bucky pants and screws his eyes shut. “It’s been too long. I can’t hold it.”

“Who says you need to hold it?” Steve kisses his hipbone. “Cum as many times as you want to, Sweetheart. As many times as you need.”

Bucky groans. “That sounds like a challenge.”

“Maybe it is.” He goes back to Bucky’s cock, pushing hard at one of his thighs to force him to widen his legs even further. “There we go, good boy. Keep ‘em spread.” 

Bucky peeks down at Steve and sees him staring at … everything. 

Oh. … Oh.

He swallows nervously. It’s been over four months now, and he’s had the go-ahead from the doctor since all the way back at his six-week checkup, but Bucky’s still been self-conscious. They've resumed some recreational activities, but Steve still hasn’t asked to have sex yet. Bucky’s pretty sure he’s waiting for him to initiate. “H-how’s it looking down there?” he asks, trying to insert levity into his tone and failing pretty spectacularly. “Everything … everything good?” 

“Mmm.” Steve caresses his balls, pushing them up and out of the way, feasibly so that he can stare at his perineum and further back to his weeping, clenching hole. “It’s winking at me,” he says, making Bucky’s face go red hot.

“You know what I mean,” he huffs, knocking his heel against Steve’s back halfheartedly. “How’s it … how’s it look?”

Steve hums and pretends to consider it very seriously, moving in even closer. “Looks perfect,” he says, a touch more arousal in his voice this time. And he’s so close now that Bucky can feel the heat of his breath against his skin. Steve’s finger touches just behind his balls and glides all the way back along his taint, up and down, tracing the line of where Bucky knows the stitches were. “All healed up,” he murmurs, sounding pleased. “Pretty and pink.”

Bucky snorts and makes a face. “Yeah, right. Don’t worry Steve, I’ve read all the reality check articles.”

“The what?”

“Stuff on the internet for new mothers. On how wrecked you are after giving birth. They say it’s especially rough on male O’s, and I’ve popped two of these things out, so.” He grimaces. “I think they have like, lasers or something that they can use to try and fix it, or at least make it look nicer.”

“What?” Steve sounds shocked. “Babe. What are you talking about?”

Bucky huffs, not wanting Steve’s false platitudes. “I’m just trying to be realistic, okay?” He squirms impatiently and refuses to look down at the alpha between his legs. “So? Does it look like … ya know, very messed up?” 

Steve’s tensing shoulders and his low growl are the only warnings Bucky gets before his husband’s mouth is sealing itself straight over his taint and sucking ferociously, the accompanying rumble of his growl only intensifying the feeling.

Bucky yelps. “Holy fuck!” His body jolts in place, trying to bow off the bed, but Steve holds him still with strong arms wrapped around his thighs. “Sh-hit,” he gasps, “Steve!”

“You want to know what it looks like?” Steve growls, pulling back with a filthy-wet sound and a voice that’s furious and rough-edged and determined. “It looks like the cunt of the omega who gave me my children. Looks like the cunt I wanna spend the rest of my life fucking, stuffing full of my cock, my cum, my knot … my tongue.” He surges back in, taking turns between tongue-fucking his hole and sucking on his rim as brutally as he can, making loud grunts and groans in the process that are very clearly meant to drive a point home. “Mmph, mmm, hhmph!” 

Bucky gasps and keens, overwrought by Steve’s words just as much as he is by the feeling of his mouth. He doesn’t even consciously think about it as he grabs his cock and starts jerking off, Steve groaning loudly against his ass when he realizes what Bucky’s doing. It only takes another minute of that before he’s coming, riding Steve’s face as his cock pulses in his hand and wets up his belly in spurts of clear omega cum. 

“Oh God, oh, ohh …” His breath hitches in broken moans as he rides the orgasm out. Then the pleasure wanes and he slowly comes back down to earth, panting and dazed, blinking up at nothing but the blank plaster of their bedroom ceiling …

Until Steve reappears in his field of vision, having climbed back up to lie over him once again. Bucky welcomes the press of his alpha’s heavy body on top of him, accepts the slick-tinged flavor of Steve’s tongue when he slots their mouths together and shoves inside, demanding and harsh. “That was number one,” he says, when he’s pulled back and is looking down at Bucky with a satisfied expression. “How many more you gonna give me tonight?”

Internally, Bucky curses. He curses, dies a little bit, and falls deeper in love all at the same time. Meanwhile, externally, he regains his breath and meets Steve’s hungry stare. “I’ve got a feeling you’re gonna wear me out more than the baby,” he says, aiming for a wry drawl but only achieving something that sounds breathless and wrecked instead. He sees Steve’s eyes darken the way they do whenever he’s issued a challenge, and knows he’s in for a hell of a night. “What’re you thinking?” he whispers.

“I’m thinking: I want to see that again, and again,” Steve rasps, voice gone to gravel. “Thinking I want to watch you lose control like that all the goddamn time. For the rest of my life.”

Bucky flushes. “Steve …”

“I’m thinking: that I want to make you feel good in every possible way there is to feel good.” His lips ghost over Bucky’s as he murmurs, “So that you know. Because you clearly don’t—”

“Steve …”

“And so that you never feel like you need to ask me a question about what you ‘look like’ ever again. Not on any part of your beautiful body.”

Bucky groans and tries to turn his face away, But Steve catches him and guides him back with a gentle hand on his cheek. “Uh uh, Sweetheart. You listen to me. I want to make love to you. Until you can’t take it anymore, until you go soft and weak and cryin’ with it.” His hands start wandering over the peaks and valleys of Bucky’s body, caressing his skin. One hand moulds itself to the side of his neck, fingers playing over the texture of his bondmark, while the other glides down, pausing to stop and tweak a nipple, squeeze his waist, grab the fleshy curve of a hip. Very purposefully, he slides his hand to settle into place over his lower belly, hushing him when he feels him start to tense up. “Shh sh sh. It’s okay. It’s okay.”

“Steve, I’m … it’s —”

“Shhh.” He nudges their noses together, chiding and affectionate all at once, because he knows which parts of his body Bucky is most self-conscious of. But he doesn’t move his hand from the territory it’s claimed. “I know,” he whispers. “I know how you feel. But that’s all wrong, baby. And I want to show you.” He kisses him again, only this time it’s tender, almost achingly so. He relents and pulls back. “That’s all, Honey. I just want to make you feel new things, good things. I want to show you. I need to show you.” 

“Show me what?” Bucky whispers, but then Steve stares down at him in that dark and private way that he deeply, intimately recognizes, and he regrets having asked. Bucky trembles and closes his eyes. “Steve, please. You don’t have to …” 

“Look at me,” Steve murmurs. He rests their foreheads together. “I just want you to understand, baby. That when I touch you here,"—his fingers curl possessively into the too-soft flesh of Bucky’s stomach—“I feel something so profound, so far beyond just love or arousal … that I don’t even know what to say to you. You understand? It hurts. I don’t have words for it.” He looks at him imploringly. “You couldn’t be more beautiful than you are to me right now.”

Bucky’s heart beats faster at the intimate confession. He tries to suck his stomach in, tries to tense his abdominals and make himself firm, but Steve tuts at him and pinches the side of his neck, right over his swollen glands. Bucky gasps, eyes shooting back up from where he’d been starting to look down between their bodies at Steve’s hand on him. “I wasn’t.”

“Look at me,” Steve says, and this time it’s in his Voice, the sound of it sending an instant shot of arousal down Bucky’s spine and into his core. His eyes must show it, too, because Steve smiles and purrs deep in his chest. “Yeah,” he encourages, still in the Voice that he so rarely uses with Bucky. “That’s right. Look up here at Alpha. Do as you’re told.”

Bucky licks his lips, aware that his cock is rapidly hardening again. “Steve,” he breathes shakily. “I —”

“Pull your knees up,” he murmurs, and Bucky obeys without a second thought. “Good boy.”

A chirp erupts from Bucky’s throat, unbidden, and he colors in surprise at the sound. “Alpha,” he says, because it’s the only word he can think to say.

Steve smiles and strokes over his bond mark with the roughened pad of a thumb. “Does it feel nice? Want more?”

Bucky nods, blinking, the effects of Steve’s Voice still singing in his veins like a drug. “Yeah.” 

They hardly ever engage in Voiceplay. It’s something Bucky enjoys with his husband, but he’s had bad experiences with other alphas in the past; times when men who weren't Steve assaulted him with what should only ever be used as a tool of lovemaking. Steve knows this, and so he usually avoids Voicing with Bucky unless he knows that the circumstances are just right.

The circumstances are just right. 

Bucky whimpers and reaches down impulsively to cover Steve’s hand where it rests on his belly, but not to pull it away. “Alpha,” he chirps again, fingers curling over Steve’s larger ones.

“This okay?” Steve checks, his eyes scanning his face for even a hint of discomfort. 

But he finds none, and Bucky nods his head in fast approval. “Yeah, yes.”

It’s still achingly vulnerable, having Steve touching this soft, imperfect part of him; but it’s intimate, too, and Bucky wants more of that. He wants Steve to make love to him this way, an Alpha with his omega—capital A, lowercase o.

“S’been so long,” he breathes, his voice hitching as his emotions finally catch up with him. Ridiculously, he starts to feel tearful. He’s missed having this with his mate so much. “So long, Stevie.”

“Baby,” Steve coos. “Don’t cry.”

Bucky sniffles shyly and tucks his face into Steve’s neck, feeling stupid. “Can’t help it,” he mumbles.

Steve’s fingers massage his bond mark and he kisses his temple soothingly. The hand that was on his stomach snakes around, dipping underneath his lower back and tugging them even closer together. “You gonna let me?” he asks. “Gonna let Alpha make you cum again and again?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah? Gonna let me give you another bite, make it a good one? Mark you up again for everybody to see?”

Bucky whines and nods, drawing his knees up, wrapping his legs around Steve’s hips and tilting his pelvis to make himself available to his mate. “Please,” he begs. “Please, yes, Steve. I want it, please.”

Steve rumbles deep in his chest and slots their mouths together in a brief, aggressive kiss, then pulls back swiftly and manhandles him onto his belly, pulling him up by the hips into presenting. Bucky cries out in surprise but goes willingly, widening his knees on the bed and pushing his ass back into Steve’s groping hands. “Good boy,” Steve praises, Voice dipping down into that register that’s low and rumbly and lets Bucky know that his Alpha is very pleased with him.

Bucky grunts and wiggles happily until Steve’s hand appears at the back of his neck and pushes down: a wordless, forceful ‘Stay’ that makes him shiver and whine with impatience. “Nnnh.”

The hand flattens at his nape and slowly drags down the length of his spine, appreciative and greedy. “Aw, Sweetheart,” Steve breathes, hips rocking forward. “You’re perfect. Absolutely perfect, y’hear me?” He curses quietly as he digs his fingers into the fat of Bucky’s hips, watches his cock dragging through the wet valley of his ass. “Jesus wept, Honey. Lookit you. Wet dream come to fucking life, I swear.”

Steve only curses this much when he’s incredibly turned on, and the knowledge that it’s his doing has Bucky slicking up even worse than before. He whines and scrubs his face against the bedding as he feels his hole pulse and leak, the slick tickling as it trails down his taint and balls. “Steve,” he pleads, relieved when Steve grabs his hips and continues to take control.

“Shh, s’okay, you’re okay. I’m gonna give you what you need. Gonna take it slow.” His fingers appear at his backside, slipping through all the slick, wetting them up in him. He starts to press in with one finger. “Real slow,” he murmurs. He fucks him on just that one finger, for far longer than he would normally do, taking his time in Bucky’s body, in relearning this touch with him. Bucky makes a miserable noise against the bedsheets and Steve hums, pleased. “Yeah? How’s that feel, Sweetheart?”

Bucky whines and nods, his cheek dragging on the sheets. He feels Steve curling over him, his chest pressing up against his back and then the finger sliding deeper. Bucky moans as it grazes over his prostate. “Oh, God.”

“Uh huh.” Steve’s breath hits right at his ear. He plants his left forearm alongside Bucky’s, holding himself up as he fingers him. Right next to Bucky’s face, their pinky fingers hook together, flesh over metal. Steve kisses the shell of his ear and whispers, “Bucky, honey. You’re so swollen inside, I can feel it.” He strokes his finger, curling gently over that spot that makes Bucky’s vision go blotchy. “I want you to cum like this first,” he whispers. “On my hand a couple’a times. Right on Alpha’s fingers. Okay?”

Bucky sobs and nods. “Yeah,” he breathes. “Steve, please.” He can feel the orgasm coalescing already, the pleasure of Steve’s finger pulling him closer on every pass. “Please, please.”

“Shhh. Remember: slow,” he reminds him, and Bucky’s guts twist up in further delicious arousal and frustration. Steve doesn’t try to edge him, though. He lets him have it, working him up to it steadily, not rushing, kissing his neck again and again as he fucks him on one finger and then two.

That added fullness is what makes Bucky unravel, his body pulsing as he gasps and suddenly falls into his second orgasm.

Steve talks him through it, never stopping the whispered encouragements against his ear: “There we go. That’s it, baby, that’s it. So good.”

Bucky collapses to his stomach, and Steve follows him down, gently nudging his knees inside of Bucky’s to make a space for himself. Bucky complies, boneless from his climax. “Stevie,” he slurs. 

“Right here, baby.” He presses up all along his back, covering him with warmth. “I’m right here.” His hands slide up Bucky’s arms and cover his hands at either side of his head. Bucky moans quietly as Steve laces their fingers together and gives a squeeze. “Hey, gorgeous.” He rolls his hips, cock slotting into place. “You’re so wet.”

“Y-yeah.”

Steve rocks leisurely against him and Bucky hums at how slick it is, enjoying the intimacy of rubbing together full-body. He lets his eyes slip closed as he soaks it all in: Steve’s heavy weight, his scent, the scratch of his beard and the heat of his breath in the crook of Bucky’s neck. He wishes they could stay like this forever.

“You feel so good,” he whispers. “I love you.”

“Love you too, Sweetheart.” Steve drags his lips over the sensitive skin of his bondmark. “Can I fuck you, baby?” he asks softly. “You want that, hm? Want Alpha inside of you?”

Bucky is glad that Steve can’t see his face, because his eyes are wet from pleasured, overly-emotional tears, and this way he doesn’t have to bother being embarrassed over what a sap this pregnancy has turned him into. He nods and scrubs his cheek against the bedcovers. “Yeah,” he rasps. “Yeah, Steve. Please.”

Steve hums and kisses him once more, before he reaches down and lines his cock up, dragging the head wetly across his rim a few times with increasing pressure, until it catches. Bucky tenses, because it’s been so long since they’ve done this, and because the last event of real significance that involved his asshole had been childbirth, but Steve soothes him with a sucking kiss to his bondmark. “Relax,” he murmurs, pushing in at the same time and making Bucky gasp softly. “Shh, there you go. See?” 

“Ohh.” Bucky’s eyelids flutter as he’s slowly filled. “Steve.”

“Uh huh.” Steve’s hips kiss his ass as he sinks home all the way. “Juust like that,” he purrs, grinding against him and staying deep inside. “S’it feel nice?”

“Uh huh,” Bucky breathes, lips parted and eyes closed, brow furrowed at how full he is. “Yeah, Stevie … oh …” 

Steve chuckles and kisses his shoulder. “You feel amazing,” he whispers, before he experiments with moving a little more. He keeps pulsing his hips, rocking languidly, gradually building up to a slow pace.

He fucks him gently then, not pulling back to get on his knees or gain any kind of leverage. Instead he stays close, deep; plastered to his back and dragging his cock against his sensitive insides over and over so perfectly. When it pulls a tortured moan from Bucky's throat, Steve encourages him with soft, sucking kisses against his glands. “S’okay.”

“God, Steve.”

“Uh huh. Juust like that. I remember how you like it. Alpha's got you, baby.” Steve sounds like he’s getting close, too, voice laboured as he grunts against Bucky’s neck. “You gonna, ugh, gonna cum again, mamma?”

Bucky whines and nods. “This time,” he begs. “Please, please. Do it.”

The two of them share a bond, and that’s probably the main reason why Steve’s able to tell what he means.

He doesn’t disappoint, either, fucking him smoothly right into another orgasm and timing it perfectly. As soon as Bucky’s body goes rigid and his breath stutters in his throat, Steve’s biting down hard over his bondmark, breaking the skin and piercing the swollen glands beneath. Bucky sobs and comes harder and longer than he has in a long time, crying from how impossibly good it feels.

It’s compounded by the sudden groan that Steve lets out and the rapid inflation of his knot, as the bite sets him off as well: “Nngh!”

While Steve is stuck inside him and lost to his own pleasure, Bucky’s able to rock himself to one more, toe-curlingly delicious orgasm before he finally lets himself go boneless on the bed, fully sated. He knows when Steve is done coming, because the alpha becomes more attentive again, his hands running over Bucky like he’s checking him for injuries sustained. If Bucky hadn’t just come four times, he might've been able to spare a chuckle over it. “Hey,” he says instead. “M’fine, babe.”

“Yeah?” Steve sounds pleased. He gives his hips a lazy roll against Bucky’s ass and nuzzles his freshly-bitten bondmark, groaning at the pheromones that hit him. He licks a big, fat swipe over it with his tongue, groaning and making Bucky hiss. “Mmm," he murmurs. "You’re bleeding."

“Duh.” 

Steve growls. “Be nice to your Alpha,” he Voices, and  Bucky shivers pleasantly. Steve notices the reaction and gloats. “Hmm. Maybe we should start biting more often.”

“How often?” Bucky’s halfway through a yawn as he says it, and he feels Steve shrug against his back. 

“Once a month?”

He chokes. “Steve!”

“What?” Steve’s snickering. “I like a well-scarred bondmark. S’romantic.” 

“It’s fucking primeval is what it is, you caveman.” Bucky scolds, rolling his eyes. He clenches down purposefully hard on Steve’s knot, smiling at the surprised—Hngnn!—he gets for it. “We already do it on our anniversary every year.”

“And sometimes on Valentine’s,” Steve supplies.

“Exactly. Any more than that and people’ll think we have a fetish.”

“Well, maybe we do,” he purrs, kissing the bite. “And it is what the medical professionals are recommending, after all.”

“Ha, yeah.” 

“... You’re really okay though?” Steve checks. “None of that bothered you? The Voicing, or the—”

“Shh. No. I loved it.” Bucky lets his eyes fall closed. He can still feel his pulse thrumming beneath his skin, bringing the delicious ache and throb of his glands to the forefront. “Every part of it,” he sighs.

Steve laces their fingers together. “Good. ‘Cause I take doctor's orders very seriously, you know.” He rumbles deep in his chest and gives a dirty grind against their tie. “We gotta keep you healthy, Buck. Gotta make sure you’re properly … stimulated.” 

“You suck so bad,” Bucky groans. “Your permission to know my medical information is rescinded.”

“Aw, don’t be that way. I can dick you down again in like, an hour, if you want? Probably. Two hours, tops.”

Bucky yawns, humming as he pretends to consider it. “Tempting offer, but how ‘bout you cuddle me ‘till I pass out, instead?” he says, because he really does think the other night was a fluke, and that he’s destined to be awakened by a baby monitor within the next few hours. Steve wraps his strong arms around him and pulls them to lie on their sides. They spoon like that and enjoy the closeness while they wait for Steve’s knot to go down. Bucky gets goosebumps when Steve starts caressing lazily up and down his side. “Mm, that’s nice.”

“Mmhm.” Steve slots his fingers into the trigger points for the prosthetic. “Let’s take this off,” he whispers, kissing the shell of his ear. 

It’s Bucky’s fucked up ear—a place where he’s usually squirmy and uncomfortable about Steve touching, let alone kissing, but right now it doesn’t bother him at all. Too many endorphins surging through his system, he supposes.

“Okay,” he agrees, since he doesn’t really love sleeping with the arm on anyway (he’s got this paranoia that one day he’ll sleep-punch Steve in the middle of a nightmare or something), and then lies there and listens to the sounds that the arm makes as it’s triggered to disengage from his body. He can’t actually feel anything other than some vague, mechanical movements deep in the arm’s very internal workings. It doesn’t hurt. And then it comes off, a sudden release of weight and tension that Bucky hadn’t even realized was there. He moans quietly at the feeling. “Nnh. Thanks Stevie.”

“You’re welcome.” Steve sets the arm out of the way and resumes his gentle stroking and caressing along Bucky's side, venturing up higher to where the anchor site for the arm begins, implanted permanently into his body.

Bucky can sense his husband looking down at it, can feel the pads of his fingers exploring thoughtfully over the texture of scars and metal edging. He sighs, feeling wistful. “Do you ever wonder what it would’ve been like, if we’d met before?”

Behind him, Steve stills. He’s quiet for a long moment, and just when Bucky thinks he’s not going to answer at all, his caressing starts back up again and he hooks his chin over Bucky’s shoulder. “Sometimes, in a general way," he admits. "But then ... it wouldn't be the you I fell in love with, would it? We wouldn’t be us.” He worms his other arm under his waist and hugs them closer together. “Maybe we’d have less nightmares between the two of us, less therapy,"

Bucky snorts.

"But I wouldn’t choose anything but this. Nothing would be the same if we hadn't met the way we did, y'know? You probably would’ve stayed in college, focused on your career, maybe put off kids too long. I wouldn't have joined Shield, Peggy wouldn't have moved away.” He kisses the ruined edge of Bucky’s ear again, so tender and slow that Bucky knows he’s doing it intentionally. “Just think: Becca wouldn’t exist. And we wouldn’t have Sarah or Gabe, 'cause you and I never would’ve met.”

“We might’ve.”

“Mm, doubtful.” 

Bucky grumbles, displeased at that hypothetical, and Steve hugs him and coos in agreement, “Shh. I know, I know. That would be awful. I’m just saying: you can’t trade the good for the bad. It’s a package deal. And you know what? I’m happy with my package.” He seals his mouth to the fresh bite wound and gives a powerful suck, popping off with a wet sound and a pleased growl. “Very very happy with my package.”

Bucky’s too gooey and in love and fucked out to get the delivery just right, but he at least manages to wiggle his butt against their tie and mutter out a tired but saucy little, “Mmm, yeah. I like your package, too.”

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Surprise Afternoon Shopping

Excited to share my new WinterIron fic! I tried something out of my comfort zone with this story and gave these two a lovely shopping date. This is the biggest wc I’ve hit with a one-shot, so double excitement. Enjoy!

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Tags: No Powers AU, Sugar Daddy!Bucky, Established Relationship, Age Difference, Lingerie, Semi-Public Sex Summary: With Bucky’s promotion’s party this weekend, Tony’s taken on a surprise afternoon shopping session in search of clothes for the occasion. They just may or may not have spent all of it at Bucky’s regular sex shop. Wordcount: 6,270

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Bucky smiled at him, his close-mouth beautiful smile said for him everything he sometimes couldn’t express with words. “I have to thank you for that too. So, about the party … how does it sound? Do you want to come with me?”

“So you can show me off in front of the big names of the company? I’d never say no to that!” Tony was so excited, sitting at the edge of his chair and almost losing balance.

“C’mon, Tony. You know that’s not it,” Bucky chuckled.

“Yes, yes. I know. But they deserve to see the young beautiful man you’ve got for yourself, I’m just saying,” he shrugged, maybe trying to get Bucky to blush or maybe not.

“You realize you’re just complimenting yourself with every line you say, don't you?”

“The question is, why aren’t you complimenting me?”

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I’ll Just Get Off By Myself

Paring(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel

Summary: Dean snaps at his Dom, Cas, and gets punished in a... creative way.

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Tags: 18+, Dom!Castiel, Sub!Dean, spanking, masturbation, punishment, aftercare, praise kink, anal play, fluff, smut

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: When I first told @treat-winchesterswith-kindness this idea, she was like, “you’re sadistic”. But then she read it and I’ve changed her mind. I have no idea where I got it from, I think I read it in a fic back in like, 2012 (???) and it just came to my mind when I was writing this fic. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy. Don’t judge me. Beta’d by my loves @treat-winchesterswith-kindness and @deangirl93 🤍 GIF is mine.

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“I guess I’ll just get off all by myself, then,” Dean shrugged, crossing his arms and tilting his head in an act of defiance, as he watched Cas stop in his tracks and turn around slowly.

“What did you just say?” His voice was deeper than usual, a mix of disbelief and anger seeping into his words.

“I said,” Dean took a step towards him, standing his ground, “I guess I’ll just get off all by myself.” 

Cas looked like he didn’t quite know how to respond to that. Maybe it was his fault for throwing himself into his work so much so that Dean had felt neglected. They weren’t anything exclusive – not technically – but neither of them were seeing anyone else. It wasn’t just because of the great sex they were having with eachother, either. They didn’t want to see anyone else. Not that they’d ever admit that to one another. 

Cas sighed, mimicking Dean’s stance only a few feet across from him, his arms folding over his chest causing his biceps to bulge underneath his suit jacket which didn’t go unnoticed by Dean. “Will you, boy ?” Cas finally said in response to Dean’s claim, his eyes squinting as his head tilted to the side. He took another step closer. “Because you remember what happens when we break rules, right?” 

Dean scoffed and rolled his eyes. Whether it was on purpose or not, it pissed Cas off just the same. “Wasn’t aware there were still any rules to follow.” 

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’ve been so preoccupied with your work that you haven’t so much as glanced in my direction. We haven’t fucked in a week. It’s been even longer since we’ve done a proper scene. What the hell do you expect me to do, Cas? Wait ?”

“Yes, actually,” Cas retorted. “I am sorry that I have been… busy lately. This is just a huge case, but it will be over soon, I promise.”

“Yeah? When is ‘soon’?”

Cas took a deep breath. If Dean was trying to push every last button he had, it was working. “Next Thursday, hopefully. But if you can’t wait until then, go ahead.”

Dean’s face morphed into one of confusion. “Go ahead?”

“Go ahead,” Cas repeated. “That is what you want, isn’t it? A release? I can’t guarantee that it’ll be as pleasurable if you do it by yourself but I can’t stop you, if that’s what you want to do.”

“So you’re givin’ me permission?”

“I’m giving you a choice, like I always do. You can wait and we can have a good time, or you can get off right now and face the consequences.” 

Dean ran his hand down his face in frustration as he bounced anxiously on his toes, trying to weigh the pros and cons of each choice. Next Thursday was a whole eight days away. No way in hell could he wait that long. If he got off now, it’d all but force Cas to do something about it, right? Maybe not something he’d like, but it’d be something . But then that wouldn’t be being a very good boy, and Dean does like how Cas rewards him when he’s been good. But, fuck that. He’d get a reward anyway after whatever punishment he’d have to suffer through.

“God, fuck you, man,” Dean finally said after some thought.

Cas raised his eyebrows. “I assume this means you’re not going to wait?”

“No. Fuck you and your waiting. My balls are gonna fall off.” 

“You’re sure?” Cas asked, the same way he always does – his way of giving Dean one last out to make the right choice. 

Dean responded by trying to walk past him to the bedroom, but Cas caught him by his arm in a firm grip. 

“What?” Dean hissed. 

“I’m allowing you to make your choice, but you’re going to make it right here.”

Dean gulped. “Cas –”

“Go get a towel and the lube and come right back,” he ordered, his blue eyes a shade darker than normal.

Dean debated locking himself in the bathroom as he made his way towards it, but figured that whatever punishment he was going to receive for choosing this and mouthing off was already going to be bad enough. 

He was back in the living room in no time, a towel and bottle of lube in hand, staring at Cas as he waited for further instructions. Cas had sat down on the couch, his case papers spread out on the coffee table, the end of a pen in between his teeth as he glanced over them. He knew Dean was there, but he was being demanding enough tonight; he could wait a few more seconds.

A minute passed before Cas finally acknowledged the other man in the room. “Go ahead,” Cas said, in a tone that translated to, ‘what are you waiting for?’. 

Dean tried not to let the blush creep up on his cheeks as he undressed himself fully and kneeled down on the towel. It’s not like he’d never jacked off in front of Cas before, so he wasn’t sure why he was beginning to feel shy about it now. 

“Are you regretting your choice?” Cas asked, noticing Dean’s hesitation.

“No,” he snapped, quickly. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and tugged a few times, getting him hard in seconds thanks to a week of built-up frustration. He tried his best to ignore the pair of eyes he could feel watching his every move as he poured some lube in his palm and grabbed his cock again. Fuck, it felt good. He’d been good all week. He’d listened to Cas’s rules, he hadn’t touched himself – he deserved this. He closed his eyes and pictured Cas’s mouth where his hand was, and that was enough to make him fully forget that Cas was there watching him for the next few minutes.

Dean came with the image of Cas’s blue eyes looking up at him while he took every last drop of what Dean had to offer down his throat. It was a beautiful image, but then Dean came back to reality as he opened his eyes and looked over at his Dom, who was now leaning back on the couch with his ankle on his knee and his hands resting on his shin. He looked like a proper lawyer in that stance – still in his suit from his work day and a studying expression on his face. It would have made Dean hard in seconds had he just not come all over the towel beneath him.

After a moment or two of silent staring, Cas put both of his feet on the floor and scooted forward a little on the couch, his elbows coming to rest on his thighs as he made his hands into fists and placed his chin on them. “Feel better?” he asked, breaking the silence.

“Yeah,” Dean replied, but with the tone he used he might as well have said ‘duh, that’s a dumb fucking question’. 

Cas sighed deeply, before sitting up straight. “Wipe yourself off and come here,” he commanded, the softness gone from his voice. Dean rolled his eyes – why was he being such a brat tonight? – and obeyed Cas’s request, coming to stand in front of the man not even a minute later. Cas grabbed Dean’s hand and maneuvered him into his lap, his arms resting around Dean’s waist as he looked up into his sub’s eyes. “Would you like to tell me what’s gotten into you, or are you going to keep being a brat?” 

Dean averted his eyes, choosing to stare at the fidgeting hands in his lap instead. He was feeling the shame creep up inside him, beginning a battle with his stubbornness as he decided whether or not he should at least try to be a good sub for the rest of the scene. 

“Dean?” Cas pressed gently, sensing his hesitancy. 

Dean took a deep breath. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “Was just feeling ignored, I guess.” 

“Dean, look at me,” Cas ordered, the dominance coming back to his voice. He placed his forefinger and thumb underneath Dean’s chin, not giving him much of a choice. Dean’s green eyes met his, and Cas could read the emotion in them. “I am sorry that I’ve been so busy, I should have been more transparent with you about how busy this month was going to be. That’s my fault. But you must know it’s never my intention to ignore or neglect you, yes?” 

Dean nodded. “Yes, Castiel.”

“And similarly, you know that if you’re frustrated with me, it is not acceptable to communicate that through blatant disrespect, correct?” 

“Yes, Castiel,” Dean replied again, barely audible.

“When you want something from me, what’s the one thing I ask of you?”

Dean gulped. “To ask for what I want.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because communication is important inside and outside the bedroom,” Dean recited, because it’s been ingrained in his head ever since he and Cas had started to see one another. 

“Precisely. I’ve lost count of how many rules you’ve broken in the last hour, Dean, but I can say that you’ve earned yourself quite the punishment, wouldn’t you say?”

“Yes, Castiel.”

Cas finally released the gentle hold he had on Dean’s chin before helping him stand in front of him again. He held the sub’s hands in his own as he gave him his next instructions. “Go kneel in the bedroom. I’ll be there shortly.”

Once he had heard the bedroom door shut, Cas got up from the couch, running a hand through his hair and letting out a deep breath. If he was being honest with himself, he was at a loss with what to do about Dean. He had never been so blatantly disobedient before, and while Cas did feel bad that he hadn’t done a good job at making sure Dean was feeling cared for, he knew it was no excuse for him to act that way. 

Remembering an… unconventional punishment that he had read on a Dom forum page a few months ago, he walked over to the utility closet and pulled down a bucket of hardware from the top shelf. Digging through the packages of nails and random screw drivers, Cas finally found what he was looking for – an unopened package of sandpaper. Placing it in his inner jacket pocket, he began making his way to the bedroom.

Dean was kneeling at the foot of the bed, his hands crossed behind his back and his head bowed, just how Cas had taught him. He flinched as he heard the door shut after Cas had entered the room, the anticipation of what was to come settling uncomfortably in his abdomen. He had never been such a brat before, and Cas was known to deal out punishments over the smallest infractions. 

“Stand up and bend over the bed,” Cas ordered, and Dean quickly obeyed, keeping his hands crossed at the small of his back without having to be asked. He listened as Cas made his way around the room, opening and closing some drawers, before he came to stand behind him. He inhaled sharply when Cas’s hand came to rub at his bare ass, because he knew the gentleness of his touch would not last for long. 

“I’m going to try a new punishment tonight,” Cas stated. “What are your safewords?”

“Green, I’m good, yellow, take it down a notch, red or Impala — full stop,” Dean recited without having to think about it — it was another thing that Cas had made him memorize at the start of their relationship. Dean appreciated the color system; his previous Doms hadn’t been kind enough to give him one, opting for one specific safeword instead. But he felt better when he had more than one to choose from.

“Good boy,” Cas praised, and Dean’s dick perked up at the words. It looks like he had another round in him after all — but he doubted he’d be coming again tonight. Cas had put him in chastity for weeks for less. 

“Now, you will stay still and quiet for me. I want you to think about better ways you could have expressed your frustrations with me while I get you prepped for your spanking. Am I understood?”

“Yes, Castiel,” Dean practically squeaked. He knew what spanking “prep” included — a plug in his ass and a few hits with Cas’s hand before he would move on to whatever instrument he intended on using for the rest of it. But that wasn’t anything new . Knots formed in Dean’s stomach as he thought about what Cas could have possibly added to tonight.

Dean heard the familiar click of the lube cap, before Cas tapped Dean’s inner ankles with his foot, signaling for him to spread his legs further apart. Dean obeyed, and before he knew it he was feeling the cold liquid on his hole as Cas spread it around generously. Slowly but surely, he was stretched open with the help of Cas’s thick digits, and within minutes he was plugged up and aching for more. 

Cas took the sandpaper out of his jacket pocket, tearing open the plastic packaging and taking out a sheet. It was 80 grit — not too rough but not too smooth — and he hoped that it would get the job done. He placed his hand in one of Dean’s at the small of his back, allowing his sub something to hold on to before he began. 

Dean’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he felt a coarse material on his ass, and not the anticipated usual smack. Cas was definitely applying some pressure as he rubbed it in circles on Dean’s left cheek first, and after about 40 seconds, Dean started to feel the burn. He assumed it was sandpaper, which was honestly genius on Cas’s part, he had to admit. It didn’t hurt too bad in the moment, but if he was getting spanked after this — yeah, this was some punishment, alright. 

After Cas was satisfied with the redness of the first cheek, he moved on to the other, and Dean was really starting to feel the lasting effect. He stayed still as Cas finished up, doing a good job at keeping the whines threatening to escape his throat at bay.

Cas stepped back to admire his boy. Bent over for him, plugged up, bright pink cheeks… and he hadn’t even started spanking him yet. “What’s your color, sweet boy?”

Dean squirmed with pride at the pet name. Cas was pleased with how he was taking the punishment, and if it meant that he got to keep hearing the praise from his Dom’s lips, he’d sit there and let his ass take all the abuse Cas had to offer. “Green, Castiel.” 

“You’ve done so well for me, Dean. Did you think about better ways you could have communicated?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Good.” Dean heard a drawer opening, and then Cas spoke again. “I’m going to strike you thirty times with the paddle.” An involuntary whine of protest left Dean’s throat, and Cas raised his eyebrow. “Unless you want me to use the cane?”

“No! No, Castiel, I’m sorry,” Dean quickly replied, braving himself for the pain that was to come.

“I’ll add ten more on with my hand for the whining.”

Dean nodded into the sheets, scared to make any more noises because he didn’t want to fuck up again.

“Now, you’re going to tell me better ways you could have communicated with me after each hit. And when you’re done with that, I want you to count the remaining strikes. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Castiel.”

The first strike wasn’t as hard as Cas usually started with, but fuck, if it wasn’t painful. Dean silently cursed Cas for the sandpaper idea, or whoever gave him the idea of it wasn’t originally his, before remembering he had lines to say here. One , he counted in his head, as to not lose track for when he would have to pick up the counting later.

“I — um, I could have just told you how I had been feeling.”

Another strike. Dean winced. Two .

“I could h-have written you a note or something because I’m better at communicating when I write things d-down.”

The third hit felt harder than the last two. He could already feel the tears welling up in his eyes, partly from the pain, but also because listing out how easy the solutions to his problems could have been instead of disrespecting his Dom was really forcing the shame to sink in. Three.

“I guess I c-could have texted it to you, too.”

Another. Dean held back a yelp as it hit the plug at an angle that pushed it further inside him. Four.

“I could have p-politely asked for attention.”

Cas gave him an approving “mhm” before striking him once more. Five .

“I could have asked for a scene.”

Dean couldn’t think of any more after that one. Another crack filled the air. Dean’s cock twitched when the plug got hit again. 

“Six,” Dean counted, trying not to moan. Between the shame, pain, and pleasure, he wasn’t sure what he was feeling. 

“Good boy, you didn’t lose count,” Cas praised, forcing Dean’s heart to swell with pride before the seventh hit came down on him.

“S-seven,” he stuttered, because he knew eight was going to be the one to draw the first tear. Hearing Castiel praise him made him feel good, but being punished made him feel ashamed for the way he had treated his Dom. He deserved this, and yeah, he was going to cry about it because he needed to. All would be well again once Cas started on aftercare, but until then, Dean needed to feel every last drop and twist of the emotional rollercoaster of shame and praise that punishments so often put him on. 

He choked out a raspy “twenty” through tears, and Cas held his hand at the small of his back for the last ten as he struck in rapid succession. With each hit he could feel the plug hit his prostate, and sobs and sniffles filled the air as he willed himself not to come, because he knew he didn’t deserve to. Cas placed the paddle on the comforter before soothingly running his hand over the globes of Dean’s now very red and slightly bruised ass. 

“Shhh, you’re doing so well. What’s your color, sweetheart?” Cas’s voice is nothing but gentleness.

“G-green, Castiel,” Dean sobs, because he could handle ten more. He needs to, in fact, because he has to get through this punishment so he can forgive himself.

“Just ten more, alright? You’re being such a good boy, Dean. You’re doing amazing. I’d like you to count these too, please.”

Dean obeyed, his ass pretty much numb apart from the last six swats, to which Cas delivered right to his “sit spot” on his upper thighs. 

He was still crying as Cas laid down beside him, Cas’s hand still holding onto Dean’s at the base of his back. Cas used his other hand to gently stroke Dean’s hair, shushing and praising him softly as he collected himself. 

“You did so well for me, my love. So, so good.” Cas wiped a tear from Dean’s cheek as their eyes met. “You are beautiful, Dean. My beautiful boy.”

Dean smiled dopily through hooded eyelids as he relaxed, his cock still twitching with every line of praise Cas fed him. 

“I’m going to run you a bath,” Cas said sweetly. “Would you like me to take you with me?”

Dean nodded. “Yeah…”

Cas slowly got up and gently took the plug out of Dean before helping him stand on shaky legs, picking him up bridal-style, and carrying him to the bathroom. He ran a towel under cool water before placing it on the toilet seat, inviting Dean to sit before he ran the bath water. As it was getting to the right temperature, Cas filled a cup with water from the tap and handed it to Dean, before looking in the medicine cabinet for the chocolate he knew he kept in there for moments like these. Sometimes Dean didn’t want him to leave his side when he was in a drop, so it made it easier to have aftercare essentials stashed away in every room of the house. 

Cas broke off a piece of the chocolate bar and handed it to Dean, who ate it slowly between sips of water. The bath was ready by the time he was finished with both.

“Cas?” Dean asked as he looked up at his Dom who was holding out his hand to him.

“What is it, sweetheart?” Cas asked, crouching down in front of him and reaching out to cup his cheek. 

Dean grabbed at his wrist, holding Cas’s hand in place as he leaned into it. “Will you get in with me?” he asked sheepishly, and Cas beamed with pride because the lesson on communication was already working.

“Of course, sweet boy. Yeah, I’ll get in with you. But I’m going to help you in first, alright?”

Dean nodded, taking Cas’s outstretched hand in his own and letting him help him into the tub. The lukewarm water felt good on his abused ass. He watched as Cas got undressed and neatly folded his clothes on the counter, before slotting himself in behind Dean, pulling his back to his chest. 

“I’m so proud of you for asking for what you wanted,” Cas praised in his ear as he placed a soft kiss on his neck. Dean let out a content sigh as Cas held him close.

“Proud enough to let me get off again?” he asked sleepily, only half-joking. 

Cas chuckled before — to Dean’s surprise — wrapping his hand around Dean’s shaft under the water. “Perhaps. But you’ll have to let me tease you a bit first.” 

Dean inhaled a shaky breath. “Fuck,” he breathed. “Y-yeah — yes, Castiel. Anything you want.”

#afgkinkbingo #spnkinkbingo #Destiel #dom cas #sub dean #dean winchester x cas

[theomegapoint]

Title: abandoning my foolish pride in the past Pairing: Miguel O'Hara/M!Reader Rating: Mature Word Count: 1,313 Warnings: Contains predicament bondager featuring cock and ball torture, a fucking machine, and voyeurism.

Summary: A slow smile spreads across Miguel’s face and you barely stop yourself from shivering. The way he looks at you always makes you unsure if you should back away or sway closer. He’s not your boyfriend right now. He’s your Dom.

Created for @anyfandomkinkbingo / Square Filled: "You're going to come untouched, do you understand?"

#mcu #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #x reader #afgkinkbingo #kinktober #mouth is alive with juices like wine #ah already behind #kinktober days are a liminal space ok #it's still october and that's what matters

[lavenderism]

black sugar

Squares Filled:

N4 - food play from @anyfandomkinkbingo​

I4 - cooking for your partner from @marvelfluffbingo​

G3 - brunch from @anyfandomfluffbingo​

I2 - chain fuck from @mcukinkbingo​

B5 - there is no escape from @marvelrarepairbingo2022​

I1 - it’s too damn hard from @mfbingo​

I4 - hate sex from @anyfandomangstbingo​

Pairing: strangefrost / stephen strange x loki

Word Count: 6145 words

Summary:

“I take it the hubby is usually a lot more gentle,” Strange says, climbing over his prey and gazing down at him with a dark expression. Yes. This is how it’s meant to be. Him above. Loki below. The wall in his mind shakes as the true Stephen tries to fight him.

“...What? W-Who are you? What have you done with Ste-! Get off me!”

---

In which Sinister Strange discovers something he doesn't quite agree with while dreaming of other universes and decides to do something about it.

Rating: explicit

Warnings: dubcon, dead dove, anal sex

Read it on AO3!

#afgkinkbingo #afgangstbingo #afgfluffbingo #marvelfluffbingo2022 #marvelrarepairbingo2022 #mfbingo #marvelfluffbingo #strangefrost

[tarlos-spain]

My first Omegaverse

You can say that I am very nervous because I am starting for the first time an omegaverse, a Tarlos omegaverse for which he is guilty and I thank him for it @tarlosweeklyprompts because of the prompts they gave this week.

"I don't care if this isn't PC, but I swear if they could get pregnant I'd put good money on them being knocked up by the end of the year, way they're looking at that kid" - Judd Ryder (about Tarlos)

Come on! How couldn't I start writing an Omegaverse and of course, a Mpreg TK? So here it is the first chapter that also includes my first square of mi omegaverse Bingo: Scent Bonding

Title: You smell like love Pairing: Carlos Reyes/TK Strand Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2258 Chapter 1/? Warnings: Tarlos, Omegaverse, Omega!TK, Alpha!Carlos, Mpreg Established Carlos Reyes/TK Strand, Soft Carlos Reyes/TK Strand, Sex, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Hurt TK

Summary: TK had always lived as a beta and when he met Carlos he was convinced that theirs would be short-lived, an alpha like the cop would soon find his omega and leave him. But time had passed, his relationship with Carlos had grown strong and they seemed to be the exception that proved the rule. They loved each other, they loved each other, they were about to get married.

But one day TK realized that something had changed in himself; he didn't know what it was but he drew a lot of attention from the alphas around him, much more than before and when he returned home and saw Carlos there was no way to control his most primal instincts.

What none of them knew was that that night was going to change their lives forever.

Created for @afgomegaversebingo / Square Filled: Scent bonding

Chapter 1

TK looked at himself in the mirror. The rest of the team had already left the barracks and gone home for the shift, but TK had decided to take a little more time in the shower because he had spent most of the day sweating. He had taken his temperature, but he didn't have a fever.

They hadn't done much of anything during the shift either, so he didn't where all that heat coming from inside was coming from, which barely let him concentrate on anything but the image of Carlos in every possible way and all of them particularly arousing and why his brain kept telling him to go home already, to find Carlos and… carry out all those scenes.

He washed his face again with cool water and that he had just gotten out of the shower but already his cheeks felt hot.

He finished dressing and went downstairs to leave.

He passed Judd, though before he even saw him he caught the strong scent of his partner that he had never noticed before. He stared at him for a moment as Judd finished cleaning the fire truck.

"Everything okay, TK?" His partner asked and TK gasped.

"Yeah…yeah…it's just…" Judd's scent became even more intense and he had to take a step back.

He couldn't say he was attracted to his partner, Judd wasn't his type, he had Carlos and a thousand other things that made it absurd to imagine that he could somehow be attracted to him.

But the feeling was strange.

"I have to go."

Tk ran off, even as he still heard Judd calling him to ask if he needed anything. But what Tk needed was to get away…though it wasn't clear to him in exactly what direction.

He kept running and soon began to sweat and his heart was racing. He passed people and each of the men who passed by him made him feel in a different way, attractive some of whom he couldn't even see their faces, rejection others, as if he knew them and in a certain way hated them and then there were those who looked at him.

He could recognize a certain look of desperate desire in some, the one an alpha felt for an omega; but as a beta he had never seen himself in that situation. The beta was there to literally be in the middle, to please the alphas, to work for them, to accompany them, until the alpha in question found the omega with whom he would forever bond and they would foster a family.

TK had always been a beta. He liked everyone and had satisfied the needs of a few tall ones when they had asked him to, but when Carlos had appeared in his life, he had only had eyes for an alpha.

His father had told him he should be careful about falling in love with the cop. "It's his alpha nature, he'll find that omega to join and you…you'll take a back seat and he'll stop being attracted to you."

"Carlos isn't like that, Dad. I can feel it, he loves me and we've been trying…"

"Don't trust the promise of an alpha, your mother can tell you that about me. Alphas without omega's are not to be trusted and sooner or later they leave you stranded."

"How many omegas have you dumped?"

"That's your father's business."

He arrived at the door of the house turned into a sweat bath, hot, excited, trembling and with the feeling that he was going to explode if he didn't find himself soon in Carlos' arms, naked both of them, in bed or on the sofa, in the shower, anywhere but… but… but….

He grunted and leaned his head against the door because he wasn't quite clear on what was happening to him. He had heard about the "heat" but he knew that was only a thing for omegas, when they were ready to mate and start the reproductive cycle.

As a beta it was something he had never felt and therefore could not be. He couldn't be in the middle of a heat, as much as his body was desperate to have sex with Carlos and be possessed by him in every way imaginable for hours.

He finally arrived at the loft, luckily Carlos was home to make him feel good. Carlos always knew how to comfort him no matter what the problem, so now he just had to hug him, settle with him on the couch and let everything go back to normal.

As he opened the door, he heard the sound of music. when the Caribbean music played he knew Carlos was dancing. He followed it and soon found his boyfriend preparing the laundry in the laundry basket, dancing with that hip movement that normally drove him crazy but now simply made him horny in a matter of two seconds and what was even worse, he was wearing one of his sweatshirts.

It was a little tight on him, Carlos had a more muscular body than him and the sweatshirt showed off every one of those muscles, while the jeans… TK gasped at how tight those jeans were on him and how badly he needed to take them off.

Carlos turned around while separating two shirts and stared at him, as if he was seeing him for the first time in his life.

"Hey tiger… There's something different about you today isn't there?"

"Carlos, I don't… I can't…"

Keep reading in AO3

#tarlos #tarlosweeklyprompts #911 #lonestar #9 1 1 lone star #9-1-1 lone star #carlos reyes #tk strand #911 lone star #Omegaverse #Omega!TK #Alpha!Carlos #Mpreg #hospital #Hurt TK #afgkinkbingo

[pocketcosmic]

Any Fandom Kink Square Filled: Anal beads

Pairing: Korath-Thak/T'Challa

Word Count: drawing

Summary: The newly crowned king plays with his new toy. And a set of anal beads.

Warnings: None

A/N: Check out the uncensored version on AO3

Rating: E

Created for @anyfandomkinkbingo

#koralla #korath #t'challa star lord #t'challa #pocket art #afgkinkbingo

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Fluffcember Day 6 | Apology accepted

Pairing | Husband!Ari Levinson x Wife!Fem!Reader

Word count | 2.4K

Summary | You and Ari have a big fight, and it doesn't go how Ari thinks when you storm out of the house. Spending time apart has always been difficult for the both of you since you've constantly been conjoined at the hip. The time apart gives you both time to think, and when you come back, Ari is more than ready to apologize the best way he knows how.

Warning(s) | Established relationship ~ husband & wife, use of a pet name ~ Princess

Angst | Swearing, mentions of a big fight, mention of a past abusive relationship, Ari is an absolute ass in the beginning of the story

Smut |unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), oral ~ F & M receiving, squirting, 69, dirty talk, size kink, belly bulge

A/n | This one-shot is written for day 6 of my Fluffcember 2023 Challenge. Thank you to @ccbsrmsf1 for proofreading this one, it is deeply appreciated as always! I apologize that this and the last one were later than planned, but starting from tomorrow’s fic (day 7) everything will be going back to its regular schedule 🎄

Events Masterlist | ''Don't smile at me like this'' | @buckys-wintersoldier Masterlist | Squirting | @anyfandomkinkbingo Masterlist | 69 | @ultimatechrisbingo

Banners: @vase-of-lilies | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF: Owner

Main Masterlist | Ari Levinson Masterlist

It is rare for you and Ari to fight, let alone to have one as big as this one. You don't remember how it started, but you know it has evolved into a screaming match on both sides.

''You are such a bitch sometimes, you know that?!'' Ari spits out, and as soon as the words slip out of his mouth, he instantly regrets his choice of words. Where he was beyond angry not even a moment ago, he is suddenly all too aware of everything going on, and the tears spilling over your waterline are not being missed by him.

But that's not what breaks Ari. What does end up being the last straw for him right now is that when he flings his arms up in anger - without the intention of hurting you, he could never do that - you flinch and step back with your arms wrapped around yourself.

You've been hurt too many times to count in your past relationship because your ex-husband has been both emotionally and physically abusive towards you, which has left you extremely traumatized.

It has taken years of therapy to return to your old self, and when you met Ari, your future seemed much brighter again. The day you told him what had happened to you, he swore never to lay a hand on you, and he has never broken that promise, but that doesn't mean you didn't get scared by his unintentional movement.

You're sobbing loudly as you retreat up the stairs and away from your husband, your vision blurry as you slap a hand over your mouth to stifle the sobs, but it's not working.

''Fuck!'' Ari yells as he throws the photo on the floor that he is holding, shattering it into a thousand little pieces. It was the photo your fight was about, and he knows he should have thrown it out long ago, but he couldn't get himself to do it.

And look where it got him right now: his wife crying and afraid of him and packing her stuff to get out of the house, away from him. No matter what he says or does, it won't matter because he knows he can't change your mind.

It's not for lack of trying, though.

''Princess, can we please talk about it? I'm sorry-'' is all he can say, but your mind is made up. You packed enough clothing and toiletries for a week and brought some valuables that you can't go without.

Your wedding ring, however, is left on the little trinket dish in the bathroom, and it's the first thing Ari notices.

''Fuck you, Ari Levinson,'' is the last thing you tell him before wiping your eyes and leaving your keys by the door, right before slamming the door behind you. How you would get back into the house would be a worry for another moment; right now, you need to get out of the house and away from him before either of you do something they regret.

You order an Uber, and within a few minutes, it's there, and you get in without looking back, ready to go to a nearby hotel to stay there for a few days.

Ari was looking through the big window next to your front door the entire time until you were entirely out of sight, and that's when he collapsed.

His hands are threaded into his hair as he sinks to his knees, screaming to let all his frustrations out. The tears roll in steady streams over his cheeks as he's petrified you will have left him for good.

But you could never get yourself to the point of leaving him forever. You need some time apart to think about what happened, but in the end, you will always come back to him and talk about what happened. But right now, you both need your own space.

''I'm such a fuck-up...'' Ari whispers to nothing as he wipes the tears from his cheeks, letting a few sniffles escape before pulling himself together and going upstairs to see what you've taken - and left behind.

He walks into the bathroom and finds your wedding ring there, which he had already noticed was missing when you walked out the door. Next up is the closet, and he sees that some of your favorite clothes and his hoodie are missing.

The photo of you two hanging on the bedroom wall is also missing, and you brought your electronic devices for work, but the rest are still there, just like they were that morning.

The most valuable thing he is missing now is you.

The first three or four days were, apart from lonely, relatively okay. But there's only so much work you both can distract yourself with and because of that, you decide that on the fourth evening of your departure, you'll send Ari a text message to talk.

My Princess 👑 >> Can we talk tomorrow over lunch? The hotel has a restaurant where we can sit and discuss what happened.

You have to fight the urge to text him how much you miss him, and instead, you keep the message neutral to calm your excitement.

My Prince 👑 >> Of course, Princess. I can be there at 1:30 PM. Let me know if you want me to bring anything, and I will. I love you.

He is making it incredibly hard not to run back to him and forgive him instantly, but you're surprising yourself with the amount of willpower you are showing.

You text him that 1:30 is okay and which hotel you're staying at, and with that, you're officially feeling better, not about what happened, but about the fact that you two can talk it out like adults.

The next day arrived faster than you thought, and it's currently 1 PM, so you still have about 30 minutes before you meet Ari in the hotel restaurant.

To be sure, you opted for a shower first. You may be talking about your fight, but that doesn't mean you can't look decent for your husband. You're opting to wear a casual outfit instead of Ari's hoodie, which is what you've been wearing for the past few days.

A few minutes before you're supposed to meet him, you make your way down to the hotel, and much to your surprise, he's already waiting by the time you arrive.

He gets up from the table he was sitting at, and you see the denim shirt that spans over his shirt and shoulders, making every muscle look even bigger than it already is.

Despite your height in your platform boots, he's still quite a lot taller than you are, and when he greets you, he has to lean down pretty far to reach your cheek, where he places a soft, loving kiss.

''Hi Princess, thank you for meeting me,'' he says, and you can't help but giggle at how his beard tickles your cheek, and a flush spreads across your cheeks.

''It's the least I could do after the way I stormed out of the house,'' you say as you sit down across from him, and he nods in response, not wanting to ruin the moment.

''I'm sorry for storming out of the house the way I did-'' you start the conversation, ''- It was immature of me, and I'm so sorry, Ari. I know I hurt you with that, and it has never been my intention to do that, but my fight or flight response kicked in...'' you say as your voice trails off.

''No need to explain, Princess, you did what was best for you in the situation, and I understand why you did it. I should be the one saying sorry in this case because I shouldn't have yelled at you the way I did.''

''All you did was ask a normal question about a photo, and I went off without a reason to do so, and I am so sorry for that, Princess. I have been hurting so much knowing what I did to you, and I want you to know that I love you so much, and if you let me, I want to show you just how much,'' he asks, his voice getting slightly deeper near the end.

You can already feel the arousal pool in your panties, and without needing to say a word, you're getting up, and Ari is immediately following you up to your hotel room.

You two barely make it into the elevator because once the doors close, Ari picks you up, and your legs are wrapped around his waist. The kiss you two share is passionate and hurried, unable to get to your hotel room quickly enough.

A clash of tongue and teeth follows, and once the doors open when you're on your floor, you guide Ari to your hotel room, which is close to the elevator.

''Here,'' you say as you hand him the keycard, and without a problem, he unlocks and swings open the door, kicking it shut behind him before pushing you against a wall.

''Missed you so fucking much, Princess, couldn't even fucking cum without you being there. It was so fucking hard every day, but without you, I couldn't do it. Need you so much, Princess,'' Ari tells you between kisses on your neck and jaw, all while you're opening the buttons on his shirt, needing him just as badly.

''Ari, please! Need you to fucking wreck me!'' you beg him, and he isn't one to deny you when you're begging for him to ruin you.

It doesn't take long for you both to be completely naked, and he's already lining up with your entrance. His red, leaking tip is swiped through your folds with his large hand and long fingers wrapped around it, and you're already whining impatiently.

''Fuck, so needy for me already, aren't you?'' he asks, and when he finally starts sliding in, he hisses at how tight you are around him, even after all the years you've been together.

''Jesus, fuck! Such a tight pussy for me, feels so good around my big cock, always such a perfect, tiny pussy for me to fuck,'' he groans as he slides in, and you moan uncontrollably at a stretch, and you can never get enough of it.

The size difference between you and Ari is perfect in every single way, and his size kink is most definitely satisfied each time he slides home, though he can never stop himself from commenting on it.

''Look at you, Princess, look how much I'm filling you up already. 'm not even in, and I can already see myself in your belly,'' he tells you, and he throws his head back when he slides in completely, your back arching into him when he does.

Your moans are uncontrollable at this point, making Ari only harder inside you. He bends forward, bracing himself on his elbows beside your shoulders, before slowly rolling his hips, and the smirk on his lips is almost devilish.

''D-don't smile at me like this,'' you tell him, or you try to at least, because when you're nearing the end of the sentence, he angles his hips in such a way that has your eyes rolling into your head.

''What're you talking about, Princess? 'm just making love to my wife,'' he says, and he captures your lips in a deep, passionate kiss that is enough to push you over the edge, especially with the way he thrusts into your sweet spot.

''Ari, 'm cumming!'' is all the warning you can give before you cum, and you squirt all over the bed and your husband as you push him out with the force of your orgasm.

''Fucking hell, Princess, look at you! Fucking squirted all over me, you know how fucking good that makes me feel, don't you?'' he asks, but your brain is already turned to mush after just one orgasm.

''I need a taste of this delicious pussy now, Princess, and you get to sit on my face just the way you like, he whispers in your ear right before nibbling on your earlobe, earning himself a soft whine.

He's lying on his back, and you're too far gone even to comprehend what's happening; you're seated on his face, but you can't keep yourself up, so you fall forward as he's already licking his way through your folds.

You're eye to eye with his cock, and you reach out to touch it, giving it a few strokes before taking the tip into your mouth and suckling softly. When you do this, he lets out a groan that goes right through your body, and you're already on the edge of another orgasm again.

He keeps eating you out like a man who's been starving for a long time, and when you trace the large vein on his cock with your tongue, you feel him twitching in your hold, making you smile.

Once Ari dips his tongue into your entrance to get to the source of your sweet juices, you moan loudly, but your second undoing comes when he attaches his thumb to your clit, rubbing tight circles that have you trembling in his hold.

The moans and whines leaving your lips are absolutely without any control behind it at this point, as you're completely and utterly fucked out, but all you need now is for Ari to cum. That's all you can focus on right now, and that doesn't take long.

''Feels so good inside that throat of yours, Princes, gonna fucking cum for you, and you better swallow it all,'' he says through gritted teeth as he fucks up into your throat, your hand stroking the part you can't get into your mouth.

Before you know it, he's shooting his ropes of cum into your throat and mouth, but he can't seem to stop cumming, and a few spurts of cum end up on your face as well, making you look thoroughly and utterly fucked out.

C'mere Princess,'' he says as you look back at him, and he pulls you onto his chest before licking his cum off his face, right before giving you a deep kiss to feed it all back to you.

''Good girl,'' he tells you, and with those words, you fall asleep on your husband's chest, getting some much-needed rest. You would continue your conversation when you wake up, but right now, you need to be in his arms, where everything will be okay.

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[holylulusworld]

Molded to perfection – Kinktober 7

Summary: You want more than one night...you want to measure something big...

Rating: Explicit

Kinktober Special: big dick kink

Square 12 filled for @anyfandomkinkbingo​​: Sex Toys 

Square N2 filled for @mcukinkbingo​: One night stand 

Square 14 filled for @anyfandomgoesbingo​: Vibrating Dildo

Pairing: Nomad!Steve Rogers x SexToyDesigner!Reader

Warnings: language, cocky reader, bad flirting skills, semi-public sex, smut, protected sex, dirty talk, a little rougness, talk about sex toys

Words: 1,5 k

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“What’s a pretty dame like you doing in a shady place like this?” 

Usually, you would roll your eyes at the lamest pickup line and tell every guy using it on you to get lost. Or fuck himself. Depends on your mood.

But the guy stepping toward you, two drinks in his hands, is drop-dead gorgeous. 

He’s at least six feet tall, if not taller. His dark blond hair has the perfect length to get pulled and we don’t want to talk about his thick beard.

“I was looking for a pretty gentleman to buy me a drink,” oddly his cheeks turn pink at your words. He looks like the wet dream of every lonely and taken woman but acts like he never had a date before. “I think I found him.”

“My pleasure,” he places one drink in front of you. “I got you the one you ordered. Uh-vodka soda, and a cherry.”

“My, aren’t you the perfect gentleman,” you look him up and down, licking your lips. Your gaze drops to his crotch, and you can’t fight the urge to measure his dick with your eyes. “6.5 inches or more.” You say more to yourself than the man trying to hit on you with bad pickup lines. 

“So, do you come here often, or is this the first time,” he tries. “It’s my first time in this bar. Is it a nice one?”

“Aw, you are so cute,” stepping closer to the tall but a little shy guy you size him up. “What do you want? Do you want a relationship, true love or simply fuck me into the next week?”

“I-uh…fuck,” his large hands run up and down his thighs and you know, there is no way in hell you will let this perfect dick slip through your fingers. “I don’t know, doll.”

“How about I tell you what I want?” you fist his leather jacket to bring him down to your eye level. His Adam's apple bobbles as he tries to keep his composure.

“I-“

“I want to take you home and let you fuck me hard, deep and good with that big dick in your pants,” he makes an odd noise as you cup his crotch to feel his cock. “Fuck, bigger than 6.5 inches. I knew it.”

“Doll, are you sure? You don’t even know my name,” you whimper as this beautiful man looks down at you with soft blue eyes. “I’m Steve or Steven.”

“I’ll call you anything you want me to, even daddy if you let me ride that dick,” Steve sucks in a breath. No woman ever was so cocky and forward when it came to sex. “Yes or no, Steve.”

“I’d like to destroy this pussy and make it my home,” his large hands grip your arms to bring you to his chest. “Do you want me to destroy you?” His eyes darken and you smirk as you just woke the beast behind his innocent eyes.

“Yes…”

You didn’t make it far. 

Steve guided you out of the back of the bar, chatting you up. He tried to act like a gentleman, but the moment the door slammed shut behind Steve, he was on you.

“Fuck, you are a bold little thing, doll,” he easily lifts you to hold you against the wall. “I need to fuck you right here and now.”

You didn’t even see his dick, but you already know this will be the best one-night stand of your life.

“Steve, someone could see,” you fake protest. “I hope your cock can keep up with your promises. I love me a big cock.”

“I know.”

He greedily claims your mouth as you wrap your arms and legs around his body.

“God, you feel so good against me.”

“I’ll feel even better inside of you,” he purrs against your lips, teeth nipping at your lower lip. “Do you want to feel my big cock inside your tight little cunt.

Holy fuck! Where has this man been all your life?

At the bar, he was this sweet and almost shy guy, and now he’s fumbling his pants open while easily holding you against the wall with one strong arm.

“Do you like these panties?” you don’t get the chance to answer his question. Steve simply rips the thin fabric off of your body to reveal your dripping sex to him. “Fuck, I’d like to eat this pussy first, but we’ve got time for that later. I need to get inside of you.”

“Damn right,” purring the words you wrap one arm around his neck while snaking your free hand into the pocket of your jacket to get a condom out. “Put this one, and get the monster inside of me.” 

Your eyes are glued to his erection, and you can’t help but groan as he places you back on your feet for a moment.

“Let me just-“ it’s Steve’s turn to groan as you gently start to stroke his huge cock. You whimper, knowing he’s the biggest and thickest you ever had. “Doll, let me do this.”

“No way you’ll touch your cock. It’s mine tonight,” you run your hand up and down his twitching length. “I love me a big cock.”

“You’ve got it, doll.”

Steve watches you unwrap the condom to carefully roll it over his length. If not for him being a stranger to you, you’d like to have him bare but you are not going to do more stupid things tonight.

Like fucking a stranger behind a bar.

“Damn right. This is mine.”

“Be aware,” you end up in his arms, squeaking as he presses you back against the wall, “I’ll break your cunt tonight.”

You release a shuddery breath and look him straight in the eyes. “Prove it.”

“Fucking brat,” he cups your face with one hand to claim your lips again. This time he’s a lot rougher and dominates the kiss. Tongue snaking with yours, he cups the back of your neck to keep you from breaking the kiss.

He wiggles his hips, poking your entrance with his bulbous head. “Fuck me, Stevie. Show me that sweet man from the bar can use his cock for more than show.”

“Do you have the slightest idea what I’m going to do to you?” he growls against your soft pillows.

He’s breathing hard against you. Lips nipping at yours as he, slower than expected, slides into you. 

You whimper. It’s a struggle to take all of him. “Big,” Steve needs to slowly slide in and out, easing you into taking more of his thick cock.

“I know, doll,” he kisses you a little softer to distract you from his hips snapping into yours. You clench tightly around his lenght. “You can take me.”

“Fuck,” you instinctively wrap one arm around his neck, and the other around his torso. “You’re…too big.”

“No, baby doll,” he presses soft kisses to your forehead. “You’re just a little too tight.” There is something sinister in his eyes as he slowly slides back out, only to push back in with full force, making you gasp. “Yeah, that’s a good girl. Taking me so well.”

All you can do is hold tight onto Steve and let him move his hips faster after every thrust.

He easily presses against your g-spot, pushing you toward the first orgasm of the night in no time.

“I gotta say,” you breathlessly say. “You know how to use that dick.”

He grins.

“I told you,” he grips your ass with his big hands to move you up and down his cock, “I’m going to destroy your pussy, doll. You should’ve never let me get a taste of you…” 

“What’s all of this?” Steve looks almost shocked as he looks around your office. “Dildos? Vibrators? Cock rings…uh…you’re not a prostitute right?”

You snort at his question. Now, the morning after your sex marathon, he looks like the shy and nervous man from the bar again.

“I’m a sex toy designer,” you slowly get up from the couch at your office, groaning as your thighs press together and add pressure to your overstimulated clit.

After your first round behind the bar, Steve drove you home in his car. You ended up tangled in each other the moment you entered your house and he wouldn’t give you a break for hours.

“Whoa,” Steve holds one of your favorite sex toys in his hands. “It’s vibrating. A vibrating cucumber. Interesting.”

“It’s a vibrating dildo,” you correct.

“You made all of these?” he cocks his head. 

“I designed them, yes.”

“Dildo designer…I see.”

“I turned two of my favorite things into my profession.”

“Two favorite things?” Steve asks as you snatch the toy out of his hands. 

“Drawing and big dicks.”

You smirk as his cheeks turn pink again. 

“Big dicks.”

“Yours is just perfect,” you throw the dildo onto the couch. “The perfect cock. I dreamed of molding such a cock for years. Please…let me mold yours. Maybe your balls too.”

Steve swallows thickly.

“Wait…what?” he looks at you, confused. “You want to mold my cock? Why? For what?”

Your hands creeps to his crotch to cup his balls.

“I want to make the perfect dildo, Steve. Big. Thick. Satisfying. Not every woman gets the chance to fuck your pretty cock. I want to give them the second best.”

“You want to mold my dick,” he repeats. “This will take time. Right?”

“A few days…or weeks…or months.”

You lie.

“Much time to kill,” his eyes drop toward your chest. “If I say yes, what will I get in return?”

“Anything you want…anything you want.”

Steve knows exactly what he wants.

…and it’s not a sex toy…

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Crowley had always known Aziraphale was a werewolf. Well, not always. There'd been a few days when he'd just been 'that guy who he was trying to get to know'. But almost as soon as he'd gotten to know him proper, he'd known he was a werewolf. It didn't bother him of course, why would it? He was Aziraphale. Fussy, a hedonist, a little bit of a bastard. And once, rarely twice, a month he was forcibly turned into a giant wolf. He could do it at will, too, though he didn't often. It was just… part of Aziraphale. He liked (that was not a strong enough word for it) books, loved food, wore clothes a century or two out of date, and was a werewolf. Sky's blue, water's wet, Aziraphale's a werewolf. Row 1 - Column 2: Rough Sex

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Heaven wants to use unicorns in the Great War. They're a bit late for that, of course–and not happy about it. They tell Aziraphale to bring the unicorns back, or be punished. Well, turns out you can't just create unicorns from mortal creatures, or bless mortal creatures into producing unicorns. It's a good thing then that, to an angel and a demon, shape is merely a suggestion. Row 4 - Column 4: Free Space (Impregnation)

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I Can Take You To Heaven And Back

The shameless smut I started writing way too many months ago has finally been finished, yay!

Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV) 

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Joaquín Torres

Tags: Sex Toys, Daddy Kink, Porn Without Plot (Oral, Fingering, Double Penetration), Marking, Aftercare, Shameless Smut

Summary: Joaquín is excited to meet Daddy tonight, but when he sees Bucky’s reaction to discovering one of his sex toys, the evening takes an unexpected but exciting turn.

Wordcount: 6,7k words

Created for: @slumberpartybingo — Never have I ever … Shared a sexual fantasy with a lover / @buckybarnesevents’ Hot Bucky Summer, Week 12 — Who’s my ____?” / @thebo3bingo — Disappointment / @anyfandomkinkbingo — Daddy Kink / @buckybarnesbingo — Compromise / @allcapsbingo august adoptable — Rough sex / @horrificbingo (non-horrific) — Overloaded feelings resulting in talking nonsense / @marvelrarepairbingo — Three wishes / @multifandom-flash — card #2003 — Home Sweet Home + card #2004 — Duel of Seduction + card #2005 — The Grunting Orgasm

Excerpt:

Joaquín had nor further notice but a text message from Bucky at lunchtime about him coming to his place that night. They hadn’t seen each other in a couple of days and the radio silence had even made Joaquín think Bucky may have been sent on a mission with the Thunderbolts when his phone’s screen lighted up and with Bucky’s words, his day too.

He was close to running home as soon as Sam set him free that day. Joaquín was really looking forward to meeting his boyfriend and catching up with him —telling him all about his new wings and everything—, so he wanted to be there early.

Tossing the keys on the basket he kept for them at the entrance, Joaquín took a quick look at his living room when he stepped in. He noticed Bucky’s leather jacket resting on the back of the couch, which means Daddy was home and helped a smile grow on his face, rushing to his bedroom to meet him and find out what the night had in store for them.

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Title: (wanna be one with you) swaying to your rhythm Pairing: Carlos Cervantez/GN!Reader Rating: Mature Word Count: 1,481 Warnings: Contains semi-public sex in a van, dacryphilia, edging, and a ruined orgasm.

Summary: “You know better than that, cariño.” Carlos draws his fingers from you hole and meets your eye. The look makes you swallow, remembering that even though he has a generally carefree attitude, Carlos is a hunter too. “You know what happens when you’re greedy.”

“No.” Fingers twisting in the sheets you shake your head. “No, Carlos, please.” Created for @anyfandomkinkbingo / Square Filled: “You're still horny? Didn't I fuck you hard enough last night?”

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[makeadealwithdean]

lips pressed to my neck, i’m falling for your eyes

(gif by my very talented and lovely bestie @hintsofhoney)

Square Filled: Damon Salvatore x Reader, Biting Kink for @anyfandomkinkbingo​​

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x fem!Reader

Word Count: 6443

Rating: explicit, 18+ only

Summary: After a break-up, all Y/N wants to do is hit the club with her best friend Damon. When a potential hook-up doesn’t know the word “no,” Damon steps in to protect his girl.

Tags/Warnings: TW: harassment (almost sexual assault, but not from damon),  SMUT, so much smut, biting kink (duh), sir kink, oral sex (fem receiving), damon is super protective, friends to lovers kinda vibe, unprotected sex, breeding kink (kinda? but he’s a vampire so he can’t procreate anyway, cum kink maybe instead), fluff, a lil angst

A/N: I know, I know, why finish this before the sequels to roller coaster kinda rush and drunk in love? but I promise you, this was in the works before those were even thoughts. big, big thank you to my lovely @evergreencowboy for beta-ing three times because I can’t do anything without motivation. hope you enjoy!

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The music was loud, and it was hot and stuffy inside the club. The crowded dance floor didn’t always seem like a welcoming place, but tonight, you didn’t want to be anywhere else. 

You swung your hips to the music and reached behind you to place your hand on the neck of the beautiful, raven-haired man who held you tightly in his arms. Damon’s fingertips pressed harshly into your hips, grinding and pulling you against his front, while the fog made the lights swirl around you.

You ran your fingers through his hair, wondering if he’d let you pull on it right here. Looking back on the previous events of the night, you kinda thought he might let you do anything you wanted.

You’d convinced him to come with you tonight, and you suspect he’d only agreed to ensure nothing bad happened to you while you partied. Damon was your best friend and nothing more, though he always was very protective of you. 

It was typical of him to come between you and everyone who tried to speak to you, but sometimes it was really irritating. The whole reason you’d gone out tonight was to distract yourself from your toxic asshole of an ex. 

He’d texted you earlier today, wanting to get back together with you, to which you responded by promptly blocking him. Then, he’d texted you from a different number, which you also blocked. The whole thing was exhausting, and you really wanted to just move on with your life. Which brought you to the club.

You’d say you hadn’t come to the club looking for a hookup, but then again, maybe you had. After all, nothing had stopped you from allowing a few random men to buy you drinks, not even the warning glares from your vampire companion. It wouldn’t hurt to scare off the very memory of your last relationship, right? You honestly didn’t want to remember a single bit of it. As far as you were concerned, even the “good” parts weren’t good if they had him in it. 

Once you’d arrived at the club, it had become clear to you that Damon hadn’t gotten the memo on your plan. After he’d scared off the third man who’d asked you to dance with his narrowed brows and hard eyes, you’d been so exasperated that you grabbed the hand of the next man who’d approached and dragged him onto the dance floor, without giving Damon a chance to interfere and ruin your fun again.

Your new dancing partner was tall and definitely not bad looking. You might go so far as to call him handsome even. He had dark hair styled exactly the way you liked it and pretty eyes, too. There was something about his smile though that seemed off to you. You chalked it up to leftover feelings from your last ex. 

You began to dance, pulling on tall-dark-and-handsome’s hands. He followed you eagerly, and who wouldn’t? In your outfit you’d picked out especially for tonight, you looked hot as hell, and everyone around you recognized it. He pulled you close with a hand on your lower back and kept dancing.

“What’s your name, baby?” he asked, leaning close to your ear with a slick smile. His hands were slowly circling your waist and getting tighter as he spoke.

“Y/N,” you said hesitantly. His hands pushed and pulled you to the rhythm of the music. You let him move your body in time with his, no dance skills required on your part at all, even though you were actually a decent dancer. He pressed his forehead to yours harshly, the grin on his face becoming a bit darker. You could smell the alcohol on his breath as he ghosted his lips over the side of your head and your face. 

Wow, okay, you thought to yourself, someone’s a bit pushy. You leaned back, pulling away slightly from his advances. This guy was clearly getting a little too comfortable with your body a little too fast. He turned you suddenly so your back was pressed against his chest and began to grind your ass against his front. 

Um, no, you thought, just kidding. I don’t wanna dance with this asshole. You tried to wriggle out of his grasp, to no avail. You huffed and turned your head towards his ear so he’d be able to hear you.

 “Hey,” you said, trying to pry his hands from around your waist. “Sorry, I don’t feel much like dancing anymore.” When he didn’t release you immediately, but instead squeezed tighter, you felt your chest tighten and your breath speed up. Panic began to well up inside you, and you scanned the crowd around you for Damon, to no avail. You were much shorter than the people around you, and the fog and colored lights made it really difficult to see.

“Oh, you’re fine, babe. Just relax, and let me take care of you,” the man behind you purred greasily, hands drifting further down your hips, 

“Uh, no, let go of me!” you said, getting angry now that you were panicking over this sleazeball. He ignored your demand, pulling you deeper into the crowd, towards the center of the dance floor. “Damon!” you called desperately, hoping that his hearing would pick up your voice, despite all the background noise around you.

You felt a gust of air around you, and suddenly, Damon was standing in front of you, eyes trained on the man with his arms around you, looking absolutely murderous. 

You had no doubt that he’d rip this man apart, and you had half a mind to let him. A predator like this, walking around, preying on some girl that didn’t have a vampire best friend to save her? You hated it, but you couldn’t let Damon kill him either. He was a douchebag, but still only human. Ugh, curse your sense of compassion.

“Damon,” you said in a cautionary tone. His eyes flicked to you for a split second, understanding you were begging him not to snap his neck. He scoffed a little, and snatched you from douchebag’s grip so fast, he barely realized he wasn’t holding you until he saw you pressed protectively behind Damon’s back.

“Hey, what the fuck, dude!” he yelled angrily, stepping up to meet Damon’s eye, challenging him to a fight. “Listen, I had her first. Find your own bitch!” Damon tensed, no doubt thinking about ripping this guy’s heart or throat out. Your fingers squeezed at Damon’s sides, reminding him of your request. His lip curled up in an angry sneer, his hands balling into fists.

“No, you listen to me, dude,” Damon snarled, his pupils dilating in and out, holding a deadly stare. “You will not look, speak, or think about her again. You also will not EVER even attempt to take advantage of a woman again, understand me?”

“Yes,” he muttered mindlessly.

“Good, and if I ever see you around here, I will break all ten of your fingers and both your legs. You’ll be begging me to kill you by the time I’m finished with your sorry ass,” Damon practically spat, the vein on his forehead now very prominent, like it always got when he was angry. His eyes widened and narrowed as he emphasized his last command, “Now, leave.” 

Douchebag turned and walked towards the door as if in a trance, brushing past the bouncer posted at the exit, and disappeared. You let out the breath you’d been holding. Damon turned, gripping your shoulders tightly in his hands. His eyes softened, searching yours for any sign of lingering fear or pain.

“Y/N, are you okay? Did he touch you anywhere or hurt you at all?” He ran his hands down your arms gently, as if he was checking for himself that you were unharmed.

“No, he didn’t hurt me, just grabbed my hips a bit lower than I wanted or expected him to,” your voice just barely shook, as you tried to laugh it off. He pulled you into a comforting hug, one arm around your shoulders, the other hand on the back of your head, pressing you into his warm chest for a moment. It helped, and your body stopped shaking eventually.

When he was sure you weren’t in any pain, he pulled away and led you to the outer edge of the dance floor. “Are you ready to leave, Y/N? We can go home and watch a movie if you want. I’ll let you pick…” he tempted you, smiling softly at you, obviously still trying to make sure you were okay.

You smiled at your best friend; he really was a sweetheart. Sure, he could be a bit rash and impulsive, maybe a little violent-- okay, a lot violent-- but he really did care for you. As much as he’d annoyed you earlier with his over-protectiveness, you instantly felt better with him around you. 

You’d been shaken up, but the goal of tonight was to forget about your ex, not to be scarred by yet another asshole of a man. You weren’t that tired. Plus, you felt like if you left now, the assholes would win. You couldn’t stand that idea. No, you wanted a win for tonight.

“No, that’s okay, Dae. I’m not tired, and I’ve got you to protect me,” you giggled. “Come on, you dance with me instead.” You took his hand and tried to tug him back towards the dance floor. He just stood there uncertainly. It was funny to see him as the hesitant one; usually, he was the one looking for a good time, and he definitely didn’t mind dancing.

You finally got him to agree, after you’d both had another shot. It definitely wasn’t enough to make you fully drunk, but it was enough to make you start to feel it behind your eyes. You grabbed his hand and dragged him onto the dance floor. 

“Y/N,” Damon spoke, his grip on your waist tightening as his body moved against you, his head right next to your ear so you could hear him over the roar of the music and the crowd of people who surrounded you on all sides.

“Damon,” you hummed back questioningly, wondering what could possibly be going on in his mind. Yours was cloudy, and you didn’t think you could process anything between the sound of the music and the feel of his body behind yours. 

He might have been just your friend, but you couldn’t deny that he was incredibly hot. If you’d ever allowed yourself to think of him as more than a best friend, you might’ve fallen hopelessly in love with him. And love complicated things, which is why you never stayed long enough in a relationship to let those feelings develop. That, and the fact that you had a knack for picking shitty guys most of the time.

But Damon was different, and you cared for him greatly. The idea of him becoming just another name on your long list of exes was too much for you to think about, so you pushed any hint of romantic feelings towards him far, far down. Or at least, you thought you had. He might be just a friend, but he was still your best friend, which meant you’d had plenty of movie nights and sleepovers, which, you’d admit, probably looked from an outside perspective, like you were together. Maybe that’s what all your exes had been bitching about.

You weren’t together though; that much was clear to the two of you. With all the people you’d dated during your friendship with Damon, he might’ve dated (or at least hooked up with) more. There was nothing wrong with that, of course. It did reassure you, however, that he felt no attraction towards you. You had no doubt in your mind that if Damon wanted more out of your relationship, he’d try to get it, and he hadn’t tried.

Yanking yourself out of your thoughts, you felt Damon huff behind you, his hot breath hit the back of your neck. You looked up, but Damon’s hands spun you in his grip so that you were now staring directly into his chest. Your arms went up around his neck to steady yourself, since you felt a little off balance, but you should’ve known Damon wouldn’t let you fall. He had one leg bent slightly in between yours to stop your movements, and one hand left your waist, as he tilted your chin up with one of his long fingers.

His impossibly blue eyes bore into yours, as if he was about to compel you, though you knew he’d never do that. “Y/N,” he said again. “I asked you a question. Did you even hear me?”

You swallowed, “No, I’m sorry. What’d you say?” You leaned into him, but even you weren’t sure if it was an attempt to hear him better or just to be closer to him.

“Now are you ready to go?” he repeated, a bit louder this time. Your arms tightened around his neck, and your forehead dropped to his chest, your mind still processing his simple question in your slightly tipsy state. 

You frowned. You’d been enjoying dancing with Damon, and from what you could tell, he’d been enjoying it too. You looked up at him, catching his eyes before shaking your head, your lips pressed into a pout.

His eyes narrowed a bit in confusion as his head tilted to the side. “I thought you’d be ready to go? I mean, that perv--” 

“Damon,” you said, trying to interrupt him before he got himself all worked up over that douchebag again.

“--trying to force himself on you. Just--”

“Damon,” you said again, more forcefully. “Just dance with me, please.” You directed his gaze gently back to you with a carefully placed touch on his cheek. “Trust me, the best way for you to help me now is to get my mind off both him and you-know-who-else.”

He nodded, and you felt his grip around your waist tighten as he pulled you a little closer to his front. You felt his hips begin to sway a little more forcefully, and you were hoping, more intentionally. You let your nails drag lightly over the back of his neck and intertwine into his hair, letting your forearms rest against his leather jacket-covered shoulders. 

As the next several songs played, lights and smoky fog swirled around the two of you, creating just the atmosphere you had hoped for. The bass thudded over the speakers, shaking the floor under your feet, and you looked up into Damon’s face. You couldn’t help but smile at the sheer fun you were having, and when you caught Damon smiling too, a small laugh bubbled past your lips.

At that, Damon laughed too, and his hands came up slightly higher on your torso as he spun you back around. He left a tiny space in between your bodies this time, so your ass barely hovered over his front again. You pushed your hips back, closing the gap between you, and flipping your hair to the music. You bent forward at the waist just a bit, an open invitation for him to pull you even closer. After a second of hesitation, he got the hint, grinding his hips upward against your ass.

‘God, he’s hot. But do I really wanna risk what we have already? Shit, is that what I think it is?’ Your inner monologue was running a mile a minute, interrupted by the feeling of something hard grinding up against your ass. Seems like Damon had made the whole risk-the-friendship decision for you. 

“Fuck it,” you muttered, straightening up and leaning back into him completely, letting his body guide yours. Your hands came up, dragging slowly up your front, and wrapping around the back of Damon’s neck. You twisted your hands into his hair and pulled back. Sure enough, Damon’s head tipped back, and a tiny moan escaped his mouth. 

Ha, so he was into hair-pulling, you thanked your horny fantasies for the idea, and turned once more in his grip. You tilted his head down to look you in the eye. His pupils were already blown, and when you pressed his lips to yours, he moaned again against you, this time much less hesitantly.

Your lips moved together perfectly, like you’d kissed each other a thousand times. The kiss itself left you breathless, and when he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours, you softly breathed out. Raising your lips to his ear, you spoke over the music still pulsing around you, knowing he’d hear you despite all the background noise. 

“Let’s go. Now I’m ready, just-- take me home, please, Dae.” At your words he pulled you out of the club and into the parking lot, one of his arms still wrapped protectively around your waist. Walking quickly to the Camaro and helping you in, he spoke for the first time since leaving the club.

“Your place or mine?”

“Yours.” All you wanted right now was to be surrounded by Damon, and anything that reminded you of him: his room, his scent, him.

 He backed the car out of the parking space, turning and placing his hand on your seat behind you in that way you’d always found so hot. This time, you acted on that urge you’d always had to grab his wrist and place his huge palm on your thigh. He reacted immediately, his fingers squeezing your leg, though he never took his eyes off the road in front of him.

The ride to the Salvatore house was short, but it felt way too long. Finally, finally, Damon parked the Camaro under the carport, and helped you out of the car and up the stairs to the door. He unlocked the door, and led you into the foyer. As soon as the door closed, there was a whoosh of air around you.

Before you even knew what was happening, you were pressed up against the wall in Damon’s arms. His left arm had wrapped your legs around his waist, and the right was hooked under your thigh as you leaned against the wall for support, his hand not quite touching your ass. He pressed his forehead to yours again, before pulling back just a little.

His left arm had released your legs now that you were settled and was now pressed to the wall beside your head. He looked you deep in the eyes and spoke, his voice much huskier than it was normally. “Do you want this, baby?” You nodded, and he shook his head slightly, “No, tell me you want this, Y/N.”

“I want this. Damon, I need this, please,” you begged him, not even caring that you probably sounded whiny. “Please, just give it to me, pl--” 

That was all he needed to hear. Immediately, you were cut off by Damon’s lips pressed to yours, and this time, the kiss was much hungrier. All teeth and passion, and you let yourself be swallowed in him. Your senses were overwhelmed with Damon, everything was Damon, and he’d hardly even touched you yet. 

The wall fell away from your back, and with another whoosh, suddenly you were upstairs in Damon’s room, being held over that same bed you’d taken so many naps on. Damon threw you on the bed, and immediately you missed his warmth. He sped around the room, flipping on the light in the bathroom so you could see better, closing and locking the door. A rush of air hit you in the face, and suddenly, he was back on top of you, kissing and licking, making his way from your mouth to your jaw.

Once he made his way to your neck, he stopped, eyes closed, breathing deeply. You gasped and held your breath, tilting your head to the other side. His eyes flicked up at you as you exposed your neck to him, accentuating all the tendons and veins that you guessed were driving Damon insane. 

His eyes turned red, and veins prickled up around his eyes, you’d guessed right. He turned away, trying to gain control of himself. You reached for him, turning his face back towards you. His mouth hung slightly open, as he gasped, overwhelmed, and you could see that his fangs had descended and were glistening in the light from the bathroom.

“It’s okay, Damon. I trust you,” you breathed, guiding him back to your neck. He inhaled deeply, dragging his tongue flat along your jugular, unable to stifle his moan at the taste of you. 

“You’re so good, Y/N. So good for me, baby.” You whined in response to his praise, feeling your panties get even slicker. “Wanna taste you. Wanna taste all of you,” he rasped in your ear.

“So do it,” you gasped in response. You could feel him breathing back along your neck, feel the sharp points of his fangs scraping so gently across your skin they didn’t even break the surface. “You can do it, Damon,” you urged. You had to admit, the idea of him feeding on you was unbelievably hot. Had it been anyone else, you would’ve said ‘fuck no,’ but this was Damon, your best friend, the one you’d apparently had a crush on for a long time with the way your body reacted to him, despite your insistence that you never fell for him.

Despite your encouragement, you could tell that he was still trying to reign it in. “Damon--”  you started, but he cut you off, “Soon. I will soon. Wanna taste you somewhere else right now.”

With that, he continued his assault of kisses and nips down your body, yanking your top and bra off unceremoniously and pausing to latch on to each of your nipples equally. Swirling his tongue around one sensitive peak while his fingers teased the other, he licked and sucked until you cried out from oversensitivity. Then, he switched and gave your other nipple the same treatment, all the while rutting his hips against the side of the bed to get some relief for his now-fully hardened cock.

“Damonnn,” you whined helplessly, pushing his head off your chest and downward towards your bucking hips. “Touch me, please.”

Your whine seemed to have activated something in Damon. He raised his head to look you in the eye and chuckled darkly. The sweet and concerned Damon you’d known and seen in the club had disappeared. Now, laying on top of you, was the cocky, confident predator you knew a lot of other people saw in Damon. But you’d rarely encountered this side of him yourself.

“Oh, but princess, I have been touching you. Been touching you this whole time. Do you want me to stop?” He stood up straight, yanking on the sleeves of his black leather jacket before tossing it over to the chair at the end of his bed. His sideways smirk revealed how amusing he found your situation.

“No! Damon, just-- please!” you panted, getting more and more desperate for some kind of release. He laughed again, trailing a singular finger up and down your side to watch you squirm. 

“Patience, my sweet girl, I’ll give you what you want, but you’ll have to behave. Can you do that? Can you be a good girl for me?” You nodded furiously, but Damon just tutted, “Speak when you’re spoken to, Y/N.”

“Yes, Damon, I can be good.”

“Yes, Sir,” he corrected you, unbuttoning his black button-up and letting it hang open over his shoulders.

“Yes, Sir,” you repeated, embarrassingly feeling yourself getting wetter at the sight of his bare chest. You squirmed again and squeezed your thighs together to try and relieve some of the arousal that was now ruining your panties.

“Like what you see, do you, baby?” Damon smirked again. “And all this time we’ve been best friends, having sleepovers and movie nights, being with other people, I could have been absolutely destroying. This. Sweet. Cunt.” 

You shivered at his tone and the pure filthiness of his words, and with each word he punctuated, he took a tiny step forward, as if stalking prey, until he was standing in between your legs that hung off the side of the bed. He placed one hand on each thigh and squeezed, stilling any motion and removing any friction you’d been getting from rubbing your legs together.

You whined, resisting him, but as expected, you were no match for his strength. Lifting your hips with one of his huge hands, he found the zipper of your skirt easily and jerked it down before yanking the tight material off of you. You thanked him silently for not just ripping it off, like you knew he was perfectly capable of doing. That skirt was one of your favorites. Although, the idea of him ripping your clothing off of you was certainly one you tucked away for later.

Seconds later, your skirt was lying discarded on the floor somewhere behind Damon, and he was kneeling in between your legs. He pushed your thighs further open and held them there, his breath hot and wet on your already clenching pussy. 

The lacy material of your panties was already soaked through with your slick, and his breathing got deeper the closer he got to your core. You squirmed more as he approached-- so close to giving you what you wanted. But Damon always was one for drama. His eyes narrowed as he looked up at you with that signature smirk of his. Keeping eye contact with you, his fingers wandered, pushing your panties aside and exposing your pussy to the cool air.

Dragging his finger so lightly up your slit, he continued his teasing until finally you whined aloud in protest. “Please, just keep going-- please, Da-- Sir,” you corrected yourself hurriedly. Luckily for you, Damon chose to overlook your little slip up and agreed you’d had enough teasing. 

He yanked the damp fabric of your panties down and off your legs, tossing them over his shoulder. Spreading your lips, he dove face first into you. His arms looped underneath your thighs, and he tightened his grip on your thighs, giving himself more room to pleasure you.

He slipped one finger into you as his tongue flicked your clit, and you gasped, causing Damon to smirk against you. You fisted your hand in his hair and threw your head back at the feeling. Damon took the opportunity to slip another finger in, and you felt him slowly start to open you up.

He lifted his head up and made eye contact with you, just as his finger found your g-spot. You groaned, your back arching involuntarily, and Damon moaned at the sight of you squirming underneath him. His fingers crooked and pressed repeatedly against the spot, and he watched, mesmerized by your reaction. 

The sounds you were making were heavenly, and though he’d like to remain calm, cool, and collected, your little noises were making him hungrier than he’d like to admit. Without removing his fingers from you, he bent his head forward again, licking and nipping at your hip bones. The veins around his eyes appeared again, and when he stretched his neck from side to side, displaying the muscles and tendons, his fangs glistened in the dim lighting.

Ducking his head back down to your hips, he let his fangs drag lightly over your skin. You gasped as the faintest line of red appeared against your hip, and you watched as Damon pressed his tongue flat against your skin. He moaned at just the tiniest taste of you, and instantly, you wanted him to feed from you more than anything else in the world. 

“D— Damon, please,” the high pitched whine fell from your lips. “Please— Sir, just feed from me.” You tilted your head far to the side, completely exposing your neck to him. His eyes grew impossibly darker, and with a whoosh, suddenly he was hovering over you, jeans and boxers gone, his thick length pressed against your lower stomach. 

He intertwined his fingers with yours, pressing them against the mattress on either side of your head, and forcing you to make eye contact with him, he asked you again, “Y/N, are you sure, baby?”

In his lustful, yet almost concerned eyes, you saw your best friend, and you had never been more sure of anything. You nodded and whimpered, “Yes, please. Take me, D.”

With your reassurance, he slid his cock through your wet folds, pumped himself a couple times, and lined himself up. With a groan, he pushed into you slowly, leaving you time to adjust as he panted, forehead against your shoulder. 

“What do you need, baby?” his voice was raspy against your ear, and you shivered. “Move, please—” he nipped at your ear, “—Sir, fuck me, please,” you begged. 

“You beg so pretty, princess,” Damon whispered, as he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in. You cried out at that first thrust, thinking that nothing had ever felt that good, but then, Damon snapped his hips forward again and again, finding a rhythm that kept you moaning. Those noises you were making were going straight to his dick, and he was determined to pull them from you as long as possible. 

“You’re so good for me, baby. So beautiful, so tight, fuck, that’s my pretty girl,” he was almost rambling nonsense at this point, but it seemed like every time he spoke, he felt your pussy clench around him. 

“Damon, Sir, please,” you cried again, baring your neck to him. The heat in your core was building, and you could tell he was just holding himself back, but you wanted, no, needed this from him. The veins around his eyes that had faded a few minutes before came creeping back, and he licked his lips before licking a long stripe straight up your neck, right along your jugular. 

“Okay, princess. Shh, shh, I got you,” he hushed your cries. “Just trust me, baby.” 

Damon quickened his pace and lifted your hips up, just slightly changing the angle. He wrapped your legs around his waist, and holding himself up with his arms, he fucked into you harder, hitting just the right spot to make you scream. Over and over, he thrust into you before pulling out and flipping you over flat onto your stomach. He entered you again, and pushing your legs together, he groaned at how tight you were. Jockeyed above you, he had the perfect angle to hit your g-spot, and his shallow thrusts did just that, hurling you closer and closer to your climax. 

He hadn’t told you not to come without his permission, but the question left your mouth anyway, “Sir, I’m close. Please Damon, let me come, please!” you babbled. At your words, he pulled out again, and you whined pathetically, before he lifted you, laying you down on your back again, mumbling against your cheek, “Wanna see your face when you come on my cock.”

“Ahh— Damon, I’m so close. Please, please make me come. I wanna come for you!”

“Yeah? Wanna come for me, baby? All over my thick cock. Want me to fill you up too? Come in you till it’s dripping out of that tight, little pussy. Yeah, princess. That’s my good girl.” 

Elbows on either side of your face, he leaned over you. Grabbing your jaw, he gently turned your head to the side and brushed your hair away from your neck, leaving you exposed to him. His hips pumped steadily into you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. 

He pressed his lips hard to your neck, sucking lightly, and then more harshly. When his fangs pierced the skin, that was the push you needed. 

Your orgasm hit you with full force, fueled by the high, floaty feeling that Damon’s teeth in your neck gave you. Seeing white, you came so hard, you barely noticed when Damon pulled away from your throat, blood dripping from his lips and fangs, to watch your face as your body convulsed underneath him. 

The blood and your orgasm seemed to send him over the edge too. With a guttural groan, his cock pulsed and twitched as he came inside of you. Lapping the few drops of red left on your neck, his thrusts slowed to a stop, and he left feather-light kisses over the broken skin. 

Damon held you close, soothing you and running his fingers through your hair until you stopped shaking. You wrapped your arms around him, and he kissed your hair and then your forehead. 

“You okay, darlin’? You were so good for me,” Damon hummed. 

“Mm-hm,” you nodded, “it was so good, Dae. So good.” You yawned sleepily. Damon had worn you out, and you weren’t even ashamed. His vampire stamina was incredible, but even right now, he looked satisfied. 

He rolled off of you onto his back and pulled you close to his side. “Y/N, I’m gonna be honest with you.”

You half-sat up and looked at him. Was he really about to tell you this was just a one-time thing? 

“Y/N, I know we’ve been good friends for awhile, and that’s how you see me, but I like you a lot, always have, but if that’s gonna ruin what we have, I’ll take it back right now. I don’t care, I just can’t lose you, Y/N/N.”

“Damon,” he turned his head to look at you, and you brushed the sweaty strands of hair away from his forehead. 

“You’re not gonna lose me. I never allowed myself to like you because I thought you’d never like me, but if I’m honest with myself, Damon, it’s always been you.”

Damon took your face in both hands, bringing you up to him. He captured your lips in a perfect kiss, somehow conveying to you what words could not. You kissed him back, wanting him to know you felt the same way about him. When you finally pulled apart, he made a move to get up, and you whined, not wanting him to leave you, even for a second.

“Shh, shh, little one,” Damon kissed your hair. “Don’t worry. You’re coming with me.” He stood and leaned over you, reaching to help you up, but you wiggled away.

“Noooo,” you whined, rubbing your eyes. “Don’t wanna get up. Wanna sleeeeep.” Damon chuckled, and you kept wiggling. Suddenly, you were slipping off the other side of the bed. You shrieked, but before you fell completely, you heard a whoosh yet again, and Damon was clutching you tightly to his chest.

He snickered, “Might as well come with me. Now that you’re up and all.” You rolled your eyes at his smirk but allowed yourself to be carried over to the bathroom. Damon set you on the cold counter before grabbing a washcloth and a towel. The stone of the counter was cold against your bare skin, and you beckoned him towards you again. He stepped forward, and you leaned into his warm chest. He kissed your head before pulling back.

“You want a bath? Or I can just clean you off with this,” Damon asked, holding up the washcloth. You considered your options. You were exhausted and really just wanted to sleep, but Damon offering to take a bath with you? That might be too much to pass up. Besides, you were sweaty from the hot club, and Damon’s cum was still leaking out of you, after all.

“Bath, please,” you said, and Damon smiled. “You got it, princess.” He picked you up and set you on the toilet, “Use the bathroom first. It’s not good to keep all that stuff inside you.” You nodded, and he stepped away. He ran the bathwater and added bubbles, grabbing a couple more towels, which he placed on the counter. 

When you were done with your business, he helped you into his bathtub before stepping in behind you himself. He sat down and leaned against the cool wall of the tub, placing you gently between his legs. His heart almost burst when you leaned back against him and snuggled in, resting your cheek against his chest. 

He pushed your hair back away from your face. Cupping water in his hands, he gently let the warm water trickle over your head. Using the shampoo and body wash on the side of the tub, he gently lathered them over your hair and body, his hands tracing your skin, making sure every part of you was clean. 

When he’d gotten every area except for one, he grabbed the washcloth and urged you to lean back against him again. You did, and he reached down, gently pushing your thighs apart. “I’m just gonna clean you up, okay, baby? Is that okay?”

You nodded, and relaxed as he gently brought the washcloth between your legs, slipping it through your folds and lovingly caring for you as if he’d done it all his life. Somehow, this felt more intimate than anything you’d done in bed with him, and you felt yourself blush as he worked. He must’ve noticed it too, because he stopped, brushing the back of his hand gently over your cheek as if soothing you.

“All done, princess,” he said, so you sat up so he could get out and towel off. He pulled the plug, and as the water started draining, he took your hands, helping you stand, before wrapping you in a towel. He lifted you up out of the tub and set you gently on the mat before rubbing all over your body with a second towel. You were shivering, so he handed you a t-shirt and some boxers from his dresser. You put them on gratefully, and went to lay back down in the bed. 

Soon, Damon joined you again, this time wearing boxers. He climbed into bed with you, and you immediately curled into his side. He wrapped his arm around you, and you sighed sleepily. 

“Hey Damon?” You mumbled, yawning. 

“Yeah, Y/N?”

“Are we--?”

He chuckled as you trailed off, “Let’s have that discussion in the morning, baby. Sometime when you aren’t too tired to think.”

“Mmm, okay,” you whispered.

“Go to sleep now, angel. I’ll see you in the morning.”You sighed in response, already drifting off to sleep. Damon smiled to himself, content as he too closed his eyes. Guess sometimes he does get the girl.

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