Pairing: James T. Kirk/Spock
Universe: AOS
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 64,624
Summary: "'Spock,' Jim breathes out, completely overwhelmed by the gesture—not quite believing that Spock knows him so well, that's he's already started researching, that he trusts Jim with a member of his own endangered species."
When Jim gets it in his head to adopt an eight year old Vulcan, Spock presents a logical solution to the issue of Jim's humanity: marriage to a Vulcan citizen.
Warnings: implied childhood sexual abuse
Comments: A classic of the ship, and for very good reason. It's hard not to fall in love with Sorek, the adorble young Vulcan, and for everyone who likes a good pretend relationship fic, this is peak.
"You're so beautiful." he complimented while pulling his mate into his lap. He had missed this: Feeling Mammon against him, his small and lithe body so engulfed in his frame. He missed being able to hold him, giving him kisses, drowning away his insecurities with pretty words and compliments. It was adorable seeing Greed plump up his chest and pride expand when Diavolo pampered him.
Even now, while he was shedding his tight pants and underwear, Diavolo still pressed little kisses under his jaw. He had meant it when he called Mammon beautiful. Even when he was bare in his lap, equally embarrassed and excited while an arm had lazily looped around the prince's shoulders - he was beautiful. Breathtaking, even.
A low purr rattled out of his chest and a warm breath brushed just beneath pierced ears. "My precious diamond." He crooned. His hands began to trace the delicate linework of white ink marked down Mammon's body. His fingers drew little circles underneath his navel, around the apex of the ink. He could feel the way Mammon shivered underneath him, legs twitching over his thighs and long fingers curling around the nape of his neck.
"Does my baby want something?" He asked. A slight arch raised in his brows, though that cunning smile never faded. Sharp canines peeked beneath his lips as he took in the avatar's visage. His cheeks were stained a deep red, groomed brows furrowed and a pout on thin lips. "I won't know unless you speak up." He teased while his hand trailed just inches lower. His fingers stopped just at his hips, which had earned a needy whine from Mammon.
Diavolo let out a startled noise feeling the other arm sling around his neck and Mammon hide into the crook of his neck. He was practically rutting up into him, arousal desperate for any sort of release. Weeping to be touched, flushed and so painfully hard against Diavolo's stomach. He couldn't stop himself from laughing. Not in a mean way, no, but from how adorable he found his little mate. He remembered how stubborn he used to be, wanting him but never entirely admitting so. No, he was always a free bird, even with his wings ruined he still attempted to fly away from gravity.
Now, he was content being on the ground, ecstatic to be in Diavolo's arms and buried in his undying love.
And Diavolo was weak when it came to spoiling Mammon. He always gave him gifts in the form of words, actions, and items. Greed could never have enough. If his desperate show of just how much he was craving the prince wasn't telling enough.
"Okay, okay." He caved. His hand that had been splayed on Mammon's lower stomach found itself now cupping his behind. He squeezed at the air-chilled flesh, spreading him enough while his other pair of digits found the tight entrance. It was difficult without any sort of lubrication, but Diavolo had taken his time prodding a finger through. The sinful whining and warped mewls were like a beautiful chorus as Mammon breathed just below his ear. A small payback for teasing him earlier, and shit it worked. He was so painfully hard as it was underneath Mammon, underneath all these clothes he still wore while stripping Greed naked.
They both knew it, but Diavolo had been too busy with his mate in his arms. He'd spoil him like he always had, even if it took a little longer to get where they wanted. A blessing, and a curse being as unprepared as they were to play. Though, they had chosen the office of all places - they'll learn for next time he supposed. His middle digit pressed in finally with his index, curling and spreading against Mammon's tight walls. "Breathe, baby." He encouraged him, feeling like his fingers were being sucked in so tight. "If you want me, you need to breathe. You know that well, don't you?" He hummed softly.
His hand that still held Mammon's ass loosened its bruising grip and instead he slapped his palm against him. Feeling the way he jolted in his arms and the sob that wracked out of him sent electricity straight down to his eager cock. A deep exhale steadied Diavolo and his fingers stung while he rubbed his palm in soothing circles against the abused flesh. While Mammon had excitedly clung to him and his fingers, he had been distracted just enough for Diavolo to push further into him. He pried and pushed, encouraged by every hitch of Mammon's breath and his choked pleas for more.
"Good boy." he soothed with little kisses to the shell of the avatar's reddened ears. He could feel Mammon beginning to move his hips down on his hand, closer and closer to chasing that orgasm. Between the friction against his cock, the praises that undid him so quickly, and the prince's long fingers prodding in the every place he loved; Mammon was quickly becoming impatient.
"You can come for me," he reassured, "I'll give you exactly what you want afterwards." To make it clear, Diavolo's hips rolled up against the soft legs and his painful erection rubbed against the avatar. If he had any less self-control, he would have already been buried into Mammon, preparation damned. He would be cruel, piercing right through his mate like a skewer until he was balls-deep against him. Filling him, filling with his cock and his seed. He wouldn't have stopped there, either. He would have continued, even with Mammon's brain turned to nothing and his eyes rolled back, so out of it that only please and Diavolo were the only words he knew.
That insatiable part of him gnawed at his gut, needing to be inside his mate, to be one with him. Claim, demand, procreate even if such a thing was impossible given their bodies. He wanted Mammon so horribly, but he was always reminded to be gentler with him. That he was timid and easy to scare off, even now. Even while the broken cries fell out of him, Mammon clenching down onto his fingers again and thrown into the woes of ecstasy, Diavolo remained patient with him.
While Mammon's back arched and his muscles tightened, Diavolo's reddened eyes glanced down towards the amount of semen that sprayed up his shirt. Mammon still continued to ride out that high, rubbing his cock into his abdomen and he was still emptying atop of him. The ragged breaths left his neck moist from the humidity, but Greed's grip wasn't so tight around him anymore and he finally slipped. He collapsed against the prince's chest, his long legs pulled up slightly and he was like a cat barely curled in on itself.
"Good boy, you did excellent." He praised Mammon again. His fingers slowly pulled out of him, careful to not hurt in that suffocating heat. He pressed soft kisses atop his mates head and he nuzzled into those soft snowy locks. "I told you, you could do it." He soothed, now rubbing at his lower back and rocking him down from that crash he knew Mammon was feeling.
His own needs could wait, even if that carnal part growled in impatience. His mate was always more important, even in his childish ways of demanding attention out of the prince.
Title: Snow Author: sky_kaijou Pairing: Kaiba Seto x Jounouchi Katsuya Rating: E Tags: PWP, Drugs, Addiction. Summary: I never thought he’d call me worth it. I guess he only kind of does when he wants something.
Malia had been on her way to the grill when she had found herself OVERCOME with the urge of dancing. So she was now moving quickly to the beat of her own drum, her hips moving from side to side and her arms swinging AGGRESSIVELY back and forth. There was definitively something in the air that made her want to mess someone up, so she started RAPPING, her voice laced with poorly hidden anger and resentment.
( set to | ♫ | MAKE ME PROUD by DRAKE. )
♫ “I like a vampire dead when it lasts,
‘ cause they ain’t got NOTHING on me when
they’re in the ground... might been a time
when I was a-okay with them bloodsuckers
but that sure as hell isn’t now. ” ♫
