#//dear god do not match length

[writermuses]

Taney led Daniel from the bath where they'd washed off the day, knowing that it was a very stressful time to be in the world of politics, to the cross she'd given him for his birthday. She'd enjoyed this gift almost as much as he had. "I know you've been working very hard and that it has made coming back to me a little less frequent, but I'm very proud of you for FaceTiming me when you needed attention. Such a good boy, always listening to your mistress." Grinning she kissed his wrists before binding them, then moved down his body, swirling her tongue around his nipples before kneeling at his feet. His perfect cock already at attention in her face, likely from her teasing of everything but his cock in the bath. "Should I even ask if you listened to me about not touching him until you came home?" Her eyes flitted to his cock before she strapped in his ankles and then stood slowly, admiring his body spread out for her.

"I think a blindfold is an appropriate choice for surprises, don't you?" Taney was confident Daniel would eagerly agree and she was already retrieving it by the time he'd answered her question. Tidying his hair, she walked around, scratching her nails down his arms and cupping his face before she kissed him softly, leaning her body against his and pulling away before there was any heat to it. "Everything comfortable, Treasure?" Waiting, she started to quietly pad toward the door to the studio turned playroom. "And can you see anything?" As quietly as possible she opened the door, curling a finger to summon in her surprise guests for Daniel.

Each of the men had left their clothes in the back of her tattoo parlor and come up through the atrium sporting serious wood. Taney grinned, curious what they'd been getting into while they waited and kept an eye out for her summons. Now that they were there, the men scattered to various places. Andre and Quintrell positioned on either side of Daniel, careful to not touch him and spoil the surprise, occupying themselves by touching each other. Drake sat on the bed, stroking himself as he watched Daniel with a ravenous gaze; clearly enjoying the debauchery taking place a few feet in front of him. Then Zane and Emilio more looked through the open armoire of toys, grabbing a crop and a pinwheel respectively. Solely Elias stayed back, quietly positioning the cushioned chair in front of the scene for her to take perch and enjoy the show. "I think we can start this nice and slow, ease you into a long, enjoyable evening. Tell me where you like to be kissed, Baby. I'll make sure you get something special in every one of your favorite spots." And like eager puppies, all of the guests moved around him, eager to get their mouths on the man they'd heard her talk about.

closed starter for @velvetrogue

[writermuses]

Ellis was already getting hard from the way Serenity was kissing him back, the little whimper she pour into his mouth that he wasn't even certain she knew she made. Grinning when her teeth tugged on his lip, Ellis pulled away but raked his fingers over her hips while doing so. She'd given him permission to turn the cameras on, but was already undressing before he'd come back. It didn't matter if it took five seconds or five minutes, seeing her on his bed in her bra made any time his hands were off of her entirely too long. There were several hidden around the room all set to different amounts of zoom toward the bed. The lighting in the room was always set to be perfect for a scene; dark enough to feel mysterious and romantic but bright enough to see everything. It made editing his tattoos a bit tedious but worth it for good quality. Closing the distance to Ren, "Trust me, Kitten, you look fucking perfect."

Coming up between her legs, Ellis reached for her waist, moving his hands higher slowly and then grinning as he cupped her breasts. He palmed her curves and then bit his lip as he watched her body respond, those perfect nipples begging for attention. Ellis couldn't help himself and brushed his fingers over them and then pinched, gently at first. "I love how responsive you are." Before she could find any satisfaction, Ellis stood back again, pulling his clothes off for her. His body was nothing but lean chorded muscle from a life of hard athletic training and he didn't hid his grin when he slowed to push down his boxer briefs. His cock was only semi-hard and was just above average in length but thicker than most, and looked massive in the full proportions of his own body. "Strip for me, Kitten." He used the term of endearment again so she knew he wouldn't use her name, winking as he sat on the edge of the bed and gave his cock a few slow tugs. "I want to see all of you."

Serenity   knew   very   well   that   she   exposed   herself   and   her   deepest   desires   way   too   easily.   The   mere   thought   of   being   punished   by   this   handsome   man   above   her   made   her   head   spin   and   caused   her   insides   to   tingle.   The   way   their   lips   touched   took   her   breath   away   and   made   her   crave   more.   Playfully,   she   nibbled   on   his   bottom   lip,   her   hands   moved   down   his   chest   until   her   fingertips   reached   the   hem   of   his   shirt.   Her   hips   kept   rolling   against   his   middle,   and   at   the   same   time,   her   hand   slipped   under   his   shirt.   ❝Yes,   turn   them   on.   And   then   don't   hold   back.❞   Serenity   lifted   her   upper   body   up   by   placing   her   underarm   on   the   mattress.   Her   lips   touch   his   chin   gently.   Then   she   moved   back   just   a   little   bit.   Her   hands   curled   around   the   hem   of   her   crop   top   before   pulling   it   over   her   head,   exposing   her   transparent,   black   lace   bra.   ❝If   I   had   any   idea   what   the   day   would   be   like,   I   would   have   been   in   my   sexy   lingerie.❞   

[sureihsan]

@drippiesfm ( skeet )

ihsan would love to ignore his presence, pretend he hadn't seen the kid... but one of the few downsides to his mutation was his own presence. oh, how genuinely difficult it was to ignore ! so better for him to initiate than the other way around, no ? " been a while, eh ? " something that was completely on him... which he would not admit to in a million years. " suppose being fucking trapped underground is as good a time to catch up as any. "

[lattehearted]

[ REST ]  our muses lay on the ground together while it rains.  ( Adaine -- oisin )

Her heart continues to war with her head, with no end in sight.

The summer had only just started but the Rat Grinders had been trying to make amends. Well, some of them. Two of them, really. Ruben still remembered only bits and pieces - Fig only recently confessing and apologizing for messing with his dreams, in case that was part of his repression. Mary Ann was universally adored, more so after she and Gorgug started to figure their whole deal out. And Lucy, sweet Lucy, was just glad to have friends again, old and new.

Ivy did her part - seeking out Mazey only a couple days after the fight in the gym to address the bad blood. That did a lot of heavy lifting in terms of Fabian becoming civil with the ranger. And no one could argue that Oisin wasn't trying - as much as Adaine wished she could deny it.

He had locked eyes with Adaine as Jawbone had pulled him and Ivy away after the fight, a simple Message of "Sorry," just like that day in the cafeteria. She had frowned in the face of his sheepish smile and soft eyes.

The next day Fabian calls his banker, confused about a substantial deposit he hadn't made; it had been Oisin, Alston had informed, reading a memo that it was for repairs to Seacaster Manor. Adaine frowns, tells Fabian not to take it. He reminds her he's immune to dragon madness and, well, Oisin had wrecked his house. It felt like fair compensation.

At Mazey's graduation party, Mary Ann digs a bandolier out of her backpack. "It's from Oisin," she said, with her typical flat inflection. "Said he needed a new leather working project and saw your artificer thing and wanted to make you a new one." ("That's...that's really nice, I killed him and he's making me things?" Gorgug comments at the same time Fig, ever a German Shepherd, asks, "Be straight with me, Mary Ann. What's his deal?" Mary Ann only shrugs. "Oisin's a dork," she explains, with the same fondness she calls her boyfriend a loser.)

Slowly but surely, he was ingratiating himself into their friend group, like the others before him. Even Riz, begrudgingly, lets him try and prove himself. So should Adaine. She knows this. She knows who she's really mad at is herself. But that doesn't stop her, during a group wide movie night at Mordred Manor, from slipping outside and flopping onto the wet grass with a yell of frustration.

For a couple of blissful minutes, it's just Adaine and the rain. And then Oisin finds her. He always does. He says nothing and that's almost worse. She's grasping at straws and coming up empty and that makes her angrier. At every turn, he was proving himself to be genuine - the same boy who had offered her diamonds and a study partner after one conversation. But she's terrified, bone deep terrified, that just like the night of the storm, she's going to be blindsided by him if she trusts him unduly.

Adaine eventually breaks the silence, eyes aimed skyward and uncaring of the rain splattering against her face. Her magic swirls in the air, a Detect Thoughts seeking his reaction on the surface of his mind. "...That night at Fabian's," she begins. "The first one, not the...not election night." It's difficult to force the words out; what is she supposed to do with what she learns? "The...The diamonds, the...the fluster, the fucked up shots... Was any of that real?"

@trustbutvcriify / the classic romance of a good rainstorm

[writermuses]

Noah laughed, kissing Paloma and swallowing up those sweet giggles. "Me? I'm a good Catholic boy! I could never corrupt you, Angel." But the lower his kisses went down her body and her giggles shifted into needy moans, Noah knew that if this was corruption, he definitely had no intention of stopping. Even his tone was playful as he looked up at her, listening as his tongue teased her skin. There was the briefest moment of disappointment that he wouldn't be moving lower, tasting her, watching her writhe on his tongue, but Noah had always been eager to please and even more enthusiastic about watching her get off. "Good girl, P."

While he may not have wanted to waste time, he also enjoyed making his girlfriend squirm, so he took his time positioning himself between her thighs and massaging his hands up her legs. Squeezing her as, Noah pulled her closer with a chuckle, lifting hips off the bed so that she sat on his thighs as he knelt between legs. "You're so beautiful." Noah smiled down at her, still gripping her hip with one hand as he caressed her breasts with the other, teasing her nipples, taking his time. "Comfortable?" Then, he pumped his cock and tapped it against her sex, pushing his thick length against her slick center. "Still need it, Angel?" He continued to tease her, pushing his tip to her entrance before rocking again, just to continue dragging himself through her folds. Swallowing his groan, Noah exhaled as he watched his cock glisten with her pleasure. While he was desperate to bury himself inside of her again, knowing that he'd angled her up his body perfectly to hit that spot that would have her moaning immediately, Noah enjoyed watching her squirm, waiting for her to ask for him again.

@velvetrogue

“It’s your fault. You corrupted me,” Paloma teased in return to Noah, a giggle swiftly following. She sighed contently every time Noah kissed against her warm skin, and as he moved down her body, the sounds emanating from Paloma unsurprisingly grew needier. She arched her back up when Noah took hold of her breasts, his touch prompting a series of further cries. She almost missed his playful yet loving words, though she still managed to cry out “Please, yes!” to his promise to worship her for the rest of their lives together. By the time Noah reached her hip with his kisses, Paloma squirmed and writhed beneath him. It took her a few moments to catch up to his sensual question, but when she did, Paloma murmured “Your cock, Daddy. Please! I need your cock!” Spoken quietly, and almost breathlessly in fact, Paloma’s words didn’t betray her need as much as the practically desperate glint in her eyes. 

@writermuses / @velvetrogue

[billybutcherrtrash]

Dress

I suppose it’s my destiny to write about inanimate objects. First a chair, now a dress.

CW: sexy times. MDNI. (18+)

As usual, I didn’t proofread it. 🤷🏻‍♀️

You and Spencer attend a wedding and your dress is quite a distraction.

You’d been Reid’s ride or die since day one. You’d both been young when you joined the BAU and instantly became the tamer version of Morgan and Garcia. You’d bonded over your mutual nerdy interests. The two of you watched Doctor Who and Star Wars. Your brilliance nearly matched his. He secretly loved when you challenged or questioned him during cases. He’d often call you when he needed to be talked off a ledge during a panic attack, even if it was 2:37 in the morning. It wasn’t unheard of for you two to room together when working a case. No one had ever batted an eyelash or gave it a second thought. Neither of you had really ever considered the other anything but a friend. Until of course the day you noticed him staring at you longer than he should have. The day you noticed the way he licked his lips when he was listening to you speak. The day you noticed how perfect his hands were. The day you realized you were day dreaming about his hands in places they definitely shouldn’t be. That’s when you knew you were doomed. You’d crossed a line in your head you thought you’d never cross. Now every time you were near him and he touched you in the most innocent of ways it was like a jolt to your system. The way he brushed his hand across your lower back when he passed you or when his hand grazed yours as he sat beside you on the jet. Thank God no one had noticed the way you would sneak glances at him when you knew no one was looking. You were doomed now. The risk of rejection or worse, he might actually feel the same. Only one way to find out…

Penelope had agreed to go dress shopping with you for a certain someone’s upcoming wedding. For whatever reason none of the dresses you owned seemed to meet the criteria you’d made up in your head. It was a wedding, of course they were nice enough but…not for what you had in mind.

“This one!” Penelope announced, holding up a floor length black dress.

“P, do you really think I’d look good in this?”

“Are you kidding? You’ll look stunning! Put it on!” Penelope said, ushering you into the dressing room.

You reluctantly slipped into it, unsure of how you felt about it. There was a slit running up the side that you hadn’t noticed before. It was a rather low cut for your usual taste but you couldn’t deny your breasts look great in it. You felt a bit exposed as you stepped out of the dressing room. Penelope’s jaw dropped.

“Yes! Yes! It’s perfect!” She clapped, “Oh, he’s not going to be able to keep his eye off you!”

“He?” You asked, confused.

“Babe, I have eyes. You and Reid have been playing googley eyes for months. And this, my dear, is a “fuck me” dress if I have ever seen one.”

“Wait what?” You froze.

“I’m not a profiler, but it doesn’t take a genius to see you two probably can’t share a hotel room platonically anymore.” She laughed. “And this dress will guarantee that.”

You couldn’t tell if you were mortified or relieved she’d noticed.

“You said he was making googly eyes…?”

“That man clings to every word you say. And if you don’t end up in his bed after wearing this, I don’t know what it will take.” Penelope said.

“Fine…this is the dress.” You agreed.

……

Reid was standing with Morgan when you arrived. Morgan nudged his arm, his head nodding in your direction. Reid turned and you could see his jaw drop. The look on his face didn’t get past Morgan.

“You gonna pick up your jaw off the floor, pretty boy?” He smirked.

Reid faltered to a moment before gaining his composure. He tried his best not to make it obvious that he was having a certain reaction to the dress.

“You look…” Morgan paused, nodding at you.

“Stunning.” Reid finished for him.

You blushed and smiled, “Thank you, boys. You both look handsome as ever.”

Reid couldn’t help but notice the heels you were wearing, making you several inches taller. He honestly couldn’t recall you ever wearing heels. Before he could comment, Penelope arrived to usher everyone to their seats.

“Alright, my darlings! It’s almost time! Let’s go!” She announced, grabbing your hand and leading you inside the chapel.

You found the rest of the team and settled into your seats. You could feel Reid’s eyes on you through out the ceremony. You’d casually glance at him, meeting his gaze. Penelope nudged you to bring your focus back to the nuptials in front of you. It was hard for Reid to concentrate when all he could think of was how you looked in that dress. Finally the ceremony ended and you made your way to the reception.

“He was staring the whole time.” Penelope smirked.

“Yeah, I’m aware.” You nodded, taking a glass of champagne.

“What’s your plan?”

“Plan? I don’t have a plan.” You shook your head.

“I doubt you’ll need one, but you need to talk to him. Drop subtle hints.”

“Was the dress not enough?”

“Oh, it definitely is. But can’t hurt to fuel the fire.”

“Ladies.” Morgan said, “I hate to interrupt, but I think it’s time for this lovey lady and I to dance.”

“I thought you’d never ask.” Penelope smiled, taking his arm and leaving you alone.

You took a sip of your champagne as Reid approached. The butterflies had turned into pterodactyls now.

“Hi, Spence.” You said a little too shyly.

It didn’t go unnoticed by him. He could read you like a book…and just a quickly. After all these years he knew every tell you had. He could see you were avoiding direct eye contact, looking toward him but not directly at him.

“You look nice.” Reid smiled, “That dress fits you well.”

You let out a jagged breath, “Thank you, P picked it out.”

“She has good taste.” He licked his lips, his eyes dragging over you.

“She does. She also made me wear these heels”. You laughed softly.

“Well, they’re also very nice.” Reid said glancing down at them.

“They’re pretty but they are killing me”. You admitted.

You felt his hand on lower your back, causing you to look up at him. Your breathing increased as your eyes met his.

“You okay?” Reid asked.

“Yeah, why?” You nodded.

“You’ve been quiet tonight.”

“Oh, have I?”

“A little. It’s not like you.”

“It’s a wedding. Not much to talk about aside from how beautiful the bride is and how in love the happily couple are.”

“Or how good the cake is.” He laughed.

“Or how drunk the bridesmaids are getting over in the corner.” You gestured toward the scene to your left.

Spencer nodded, “They’re going to have a great night.”

You took another sip of your champagne, finally feeling your nerves settle. That didn’t change the fact you weren’t sure if you could actually go through with whatever it was you thought was going to happen.

After a few more drinks, guests started dissipating.

“I’ll walk you home.” Reid said.

“Walk? Not in these heels, Spence.” You shook your head.

“Okay, have a seat and I will take them off.”

You couldn’t help but smile, doing what he asked. Reid knelt before you and unbuckled the strap. His eyes wandered a little higher, following the slit of your dress up your leg. His hand ran over your calf gently as the other slipped your shoes from your feet. You gasped softly. God, he was going to make you crazy. Once both offending shoes were removed, you stood up.

“Omg, freedom.” You laughed.

You said your goodbyes and congratulations before making your exit. Once on the sidewalk, Spencer turned his back to you and gestured for you to jump.

“What?” You asked.

“Piggyback ride. C’mon.” He said.

“Seriously?”

“Yes! Jump, I can’t have you walking on these streets.”

“Reid, you can’t be serious.”

“I’m so serious. C’mon.”

Reluctantly, you jumped onto his back, arms around his shoulders, legs on his hips. You laughed softly at how ridiculous this way.

“It’s like 5 blocks, Spence.” You said.

“It’s fine. I promise.” He replied, beginning the trek.

“You’re being entirely too nice. I don’t deserve you.”

“Of course you do.”

The two of you made more small talk until you reached your building. He set you down on the stairs.

“Well…thank you for this…it’s been a nice night.” You said softly.

“I’ll walk you up.”

“You don’t have to. Five blocks is more than enough.”

“Don’t be silly.”

With that you put your key in the door to the building and made your way to your apartment.

“Do you want to come in?” You asked after opening the door.

“Yeah.” He nodded nonchalantly.

Your heart was in your throat now. It was definitely the right moment. But how were you going to pull this off? You turned to face him, prepared to just say it but he spoke first.

“Can I say something?” He asked.

“Of course.”

“If I’m being honest…that dress is going to be the death of me, Y/N.” He bit his lip.

“Oh…”

“I haven’t been able to focus on anything but you all night.” He stepped closer to you. “This dress is just…making it hard to believe I have an IQ of 187.”

“My turn to be honest…I only bought this dress so you could take it off.”

And just like that, Spencer’s lips were on yours, his hands were in your hair and there was no going back. Your hands undid his tie and you tossed it aside. He pulled his suit jacket off and it fell to the floor. Next you went to work on his shirt, unbuttoning and adding it to the growing pile of discarded clothing. It took every ounce of sanity he had to pull away and take your hand leading you to your room. A room he’d slept in several times, but never had he considered doing this. He sat on the edge of the bed gazing up at you. For a moment you weren’t sure what to do. But there was only one thing to do. You reached for the single clasp that held your dress on and undid it. Spencer watched as it fell to the floor. He licked his lips and took in the sight of you. For all the years he known you, this was never something he thought he’d see. You thought you’d be embarrassed but the way he was looking at you only made you feel wanted and desired. Spencer took your hand and pulled you into his lap. You straddled his lap and were now inches away from him. He kissed you gently, more calmly than he had before.

“Spence, at some point… you’re gonna have to…take off your pants too.” You said between kisses.

“Someone’s impatient.” He replied.

“No, just seems…unfair.”

His lips moved to your neck, “You tortured me with that dress all night, that was unfair.”

You ran your hand through his hair, tugging gently. “Please?”

“Now you’re begging?” He smirked.

“Absolutely not. Just asking politely.”

He looked at you and sighed, “Fine. Lay down.”

You moved off his lap to the middle of your bed, leaning back on your pillows. Reid stood up and casually undid his belt, unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the carpet. You bit your lip as he climbed back in the bed and moved on top of you.

“You look like you might like what you see.” He smirked.

“Very much.” You nodded.

“Actually, one more thing.” He said getting back up.

“Spence!” You whined.

“We need a condom.”

“I don’t have any.” You replied.

“Don’t worry. One of us is responsible.” Spencer teased.

He grabbed his wallet from his pants and pulled out two condoms, setting them on the dresser next to the bed.

“Two?” You raised eyebrow. “Someone’s optimistic.”

He climbed back on the bed and hovered above you. “No, just prepared.”

You watched as his hand slid up your thighs, slowly slipping his fingers under your underwear and pulling them down. You didn’t say a word, realization setting in that this was happening. You barely noticed he’d taken off his and was reaching for the condoms. You swallowed as the butterflies returning to your stomach. You felt anxious as he slid back over you.

“You got quiet…you okay?” He asked.

“Yeah…just nervous.”

“We don’t have to do this.”

“No, Spence, I want to. I really, really do.” You said. “More than anything.”

“Anything?” He laughed softly. “Wow, I’m honored you’re choosing me over anything else.”

He leaned in to kiss you, settling between your legs. It didn’t take long for things to become more heated, more desperate.

“Tell me when.” Reid murmured.

“Now.” was all you could say, needing him desperately.

“Tell me if you feel uncomfortable. Promise me.” He said.

“I promise”. You nodded.

His lips crash into yours and you felt him push into you. You moaned into the kiss. God, it felt amazing the way he stretched your walls to accommodate him. Every second felt like forever as you waited for him to move again. You knew he was trying to be gentle but you needed him desperately.

“Spence, please, you’re not gonna break me.” You begged softly.

Whatever restraint he’d been holding back snapped and he thrust into you causing you to yelp. He was so deep and you only wanted it more. His lips moved to your neck, kissing and sucking gently as you took every thrust.

“Just like that…fuck, Spence!” You panted.

He reached up and cubbed your breast, squeezing it gently.

“You feel fucking amazing.” He groaned against your neck.

“Don’t stop, please, please…”

“I’m not, I’ll get you there”. Spencer promised. “I got you.”

He kissed you again, more feverishly. Your hand tangled in his hair, tugging gently. Spencer hissed, his tongue running over your bottom lip. He reached down and pulled your leg up higher on his hip allowing him to sink deeper into you. Your headboard hit the wall above you with the force of his movements, causing you both to look up.

“It’s fine.” You said, biting your lip.

You could feel yourself getting close. That’s familiar ache was rising inside you.

“Close…”

Spencer’s eyes widened for moment at your words. He nodded and slid his hand for down your side and between you. Your heart rate skyrocketed as he ran his fingers over your clit. He felt you fluttering around him as he worked you to your climax. Your legs were shaking when you finally reached it. His name fell from your lips like a prayer, only spurring him on to pick up his thrusts. Your nails raked down his back, riding out your high. It was only moments later his hips faltered and he came hard, burying his face against your neck as he collapsed over you. You lay quiet, trying to catch your breath, your fingers stroking his shoulder. Finally he lifted his head and kissed you gently.

“You okay?” You asked.

“I think so.“ Spencer answered, slipping out of you.

You quietly mourned the loss of him as he climbed out of bed and made his way to the bathroom. You heard the shower turn on, and him poke his head out.

“Come on, let’s get cleaned up.” He winked at you.

You didn’t need to be told twice, climbing out of bed and hurrying to join him.

[achilles-rage]

Hot Tub: part two

summary: rocker has been flirting with you for months, and finally asks you out after a long day at work. you cave, and finally say yes, somehow ending up really close when you get into his hot tub.

word count: 3.3k

part 1

A/N: a few people asked for a part two so here it is! I'm still not super comfortable writing smut so hopefully this isn't too bad! i’m thinking of maybe writing another part about how they interact at work too so please let me know if you would like to read that! anyway, enjoy<3

warnings: lots of pet names, smut, fingering, cunnilingus (fem!receiving), unprotected sex (do not recommend), no use of y/n, plus size!reader, fem!reader, race inclusive!reader

MDNI- 18+ ONLY

You giggle as Rocker turns towards the patio door, his expression making him look like he’s on a mission.

“Put me down! I’m too heavy!” you squeal, arms tightening around his neck to balance yourself. You feel your stomach flutter, feeling his strong arms holding you, hands tightly gripping the back of your thighs.

“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart. I seem to be doing alright, don’t I?” he teases, tightening his grip on your thighs as he walks into the house.

You can’t help but smile widely as you bury your face in his neck, feeling giddy at his words. He looked strong, of course, but using his strength? On you? It causes desire to pool in your lower belly. You look behind you two as he steps walks through his kitchen, noticing the water dripping off of your bodies and onto his hardwood floors.

“Wait, we’re getting your house all wet, shouldn’t we dry off?” you ask softly, loosening your arms around his neck to look into his eyes. As much as you want to be in his bed immediately, you can’t help but feel a little bad about the mess you’re making.

“I don’t care right now. I’ll clean it up later.” he rasps, eyes full of lust as he meets your gaze.

“Okay…but don’t get mad at me when your whole house is wet.” you tease, biting your lip softly.

“Trust me, darling, I would never get mad at you. Besides, you’re worth every inch of water I’ll have to wipe up.” he tells you with a small smile. He tries to match your teasing tone, but dear god, all he wants right now is you under him, screaming his name. 

Once he reaches his room, he throws you on his bed gently, a predatory look on his face as he stares down at you, studying you. After a moment, he crawls on top of you, hands on either side of your head as he hovers above you.

“Such a gentleman.” you whisper, feeling your breath catch in your throat as he moves, lips parted ever so slightly.

“Just for you, sweetheart,” he starts, one hand moving to slowly caress your cheek before moving down, “no one else gets this side of me.” You feel his fingers ghosting over your neck, down to your chest, then down to your stomach. 

You swallow, biting the inside of your cheek as you feel his body pressing against yours, his hard length against your lower belly. You let out a shaky breath as you slowly reach for the string of your bikini top, holding eye contact as your breath quickens. Your hand shakes slightly as you slowly pull on the string of your top, self consciousness creeping into you as you watch how intently he’s watching you, how his eyes are staring at your chest hungrily. Your hand hesitates, not quite untying it as you swallow, exhaling softly.

He notices the way you hesitate, leaning down to give you a reassuring kiss before moving a hand to cover the hand you were using to untie your top.

“Just lay back for me, sweetheart. Let me do it for you.” he says softly, hoping to ease your nerves. 

You nod as you take your hand away from your top, letting him take over. He undoes your top, slowly pulling it away from your body, throwing it somewhere in the room. You bite your lip as he stares at your chest intently, face getting hot from his attention focused solely on your bare chest. 

He leans down, kissing your neck before slowly trailing kisses down to your collarbones. His lips move down to one of your breasts, slowly bringing your nipple into his mouth, his tongue circling it as your breath catches in your throat. As his mouth focuses on one breast, his hand moves up to the other, squeezing gently before slowly rolling your nipple between his fingers, eliciting a whine from your lips.

He chuckles softly, pulling back after a few moments to look at your face, his hand moving from your breast down to your stomach, fingertips tracing your stretch marks. Your breath catches in your throat as he gives your stomach attention, and he feels the way you tense under him slightly, but you don’t pull away.

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so well.” he tells you, eyes trailing down to your stomach, groaning softly as he sees the way your soft tummy moves as you take deep breaths.

He starts to move down your body, kissing your stomach as he goes, looking up to meet your eyes as you sit up on your forearms.

“Look at you. So pretty,” he whispers, continuing to kiss your stomach as he reaches a hand out to undo your swim suit bottoms. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart.” he tells you, smirking as the first string becomes completely untied. 

“I’m just laying here.” you tease softly, trying to calm your nerves, feeling slightly overwhelmed at all the attention he was giving you. You bite your lip as you see his other hand starting to work on your bottom’s other string, heat pooling between your thighs as his eyes scan you, full of desire.

“Doing just as I asked,” he corrects, matching your teasing tone, gently massaging your hip as he speaks before undoing the second string. He slowly pulls your bottoms off of you, leaving you completely exposed to him. “I think you deserve a reward.” he rasps, starting to kiss up your thighs, hands gripping them as you flinch slightly from the feeling of his stubble on the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

“I already got that in the hot tub.” you tease softly, biting your lip as he moves closer to your core, breath quickening in anticipation as you look down at him.

“That was just an appetizer, sweetheart. I’ve been wanting to taste you for months.” he tells you, eyes darkening as he eyes your core, licking his lips at the sight.

He reaches up, thumb slowly teasing your clit as his eyes dart back up to yours, smirking as you let out a soft moan.

“Can I?” he murmurs, lips ghosting over your inner thighs, looking up at you with an almost pleading look in his eyes.

“Please.” you get out, your hips starting to buck slightly at the feeling of his thumb rubbing circles over your sensitive bud, aching with need.

“So polite. My pretty girl,” he teases softly, throwing one leg over his shoulder as one of his fingers pushes into you, curling slowly before he adds a second. You let out a whine, your head dropping back as you revel in the feeling of his fingers inside you. He smirks as he notices how wet you are for him, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your clit as his fingers continue to move in and out at a torturously slow pace.

“So needy,” he whispers as you mewl, squirming under him, “and yet you’re still so polite, so patient.”

He hums as he watches you, head thrown back but still leaning up on your forearms. He removes his fingers and leans down to your heat, the flat of his tongue licking a strip down your folds, groaning as he finally tastes you on his tongue. He continues to tease you with his tongue before moving to your clit, sucking on it gently as a high-pitched whine escapes your throat, dropping onto your back completely.

“So sweet,” he rasps, licking his lips before diving back in, his tongue slowly pushing deeper into you, causing you to arch your back. As he continues fucking you with his tongue, he feels your hips start to buck up against him, desperate for more, your hands going to his hair.

He chuckles softly against your core, sending vibrations through you. He grips your hips tighter as you squirm more under him, forcing you to hold still as his lips attach to your clit again.

“Oh my god,” you breathe out as his tongue begins to move quicker, pleasure building up in your stomach as he brings you closer to the edge.

He feels your body start to move under him with more urgency, and sensing that you are nearing the edge, he starts lapping at your cunt with increased fervor.

It doesn’t take long before your high is crashing over you, your grip on his hair tightening slightly as you arch your back, letting out a loud moan as your release lands on his tongue.

His pace slows as he helps you ride out your high, lapping up your juices with his tongue, his thumbs slowly tracing circles on your hips as he holds them in place.

He smiles as he pulls away from you, slowly kissing his way up your body again. You grab his face as he comes up, guiding him up to your mouth. You kiss him hard, still breathing heavily, tasting yourself on his lips as he groans softly. He decides then that that was the hottest thing he had ever seen. He loved the feeling of your thick thighs around his head, your taste on his tongue, how your soft body felt under his fingertips. 

As you continue kissing him, your hands trail down his torso, reaching for the strings of his swim shorts. Feeling your hands on his abdomen, he pulls back, standing at the edge of the bed to undo his shorts, letting them fall down his legs as his member springs free. He steps out of them as you sit up, moving to kneel in front of him on the bed, your eyes hooded with lust as you eye his impressive cock, mouth watering.

You wrap your arms around his neck as you begin to kiss his jaw and neck, then slowly make your way down his torso. Before you get too far down, he puts a finger under your chin, bringing your face back up to his, shaking his head slightly before kissing you softly with a hand wrapped around your neck and the other gripping your hip.

You furrow your brows slightly at this, pulling back from the kiss, your hand moving down his chest again.

“Wanna make you feel good.” you whisper, biting your lip as you think about taking him into your mouth. He shakes his head again as his thumb ghosts your cheek.

“Next time, sweetheart. Need you now.” he rasps, pushing you back down onto the bed, leaning over you again, one knee sliding up between your legs and hiking one of your thighs up to his waist.

You whimper as he hikes your leg up, hands moving up to rest on his shoulders. You look up at him, spreading your legs further as he reaches down, slowly teasing your folds with the head of his cock.

“God, you have no idea how many times I’ve dreamt of touching you like you’re a goddamn work of art.” he whispers, which earns him a whine from your lips. You look up at him with hooded eyes, hips bucking slightly as he teases you, still feeling sensitive from your orgasm. 

“Yeah? What exactly have you been dreaming about?” you tease breathlessly, growing desperate to feel him inside of you.

“Having you wrapped around me, clenching around me, cumming on my cock.” he whispers, slowly pushing into you, a satisfied whimper leaving your lips. His head drops to the crook of your neck as you take all of him, pressing a soft kiss to your neck as your grip tightens on his shoulders, getting used to his size. 

Once your grip on his shoulders loosens, he takes this as the okay to move, slowly rocking his hips into yours, loving the way you feel stretched out around him.

He increases his speed as your whines get louder, needier, moaning into your ear as his hips snap into yours.

“Let me hear you, princess. Wanna hear how good I’m making you feel.” he whispers into your ear, a hand going down to your thigh, pulling it up higher on his waist, allowing him to get that much deeper.

You let out a loud whimper as you arch your back, nails digging into his back, moaning his name softly.

“Touch me.” you plead, looking up at him with desperate eyes. He chuckles softly at your words, reaching down to tease your clit, groaning as he feels you clench around him, starting to feel close to reaching his climax.

Your brain feels so clouded by him that you’re unable to form words, only able to focus on the pleasure he was giving you. You bite your lip as you feel your high approaching again, your hips beginning to buck up into his again, your leg wrapping around his waist tighter.

“You gonna make a mess for me, pretty girl?” he asks, a cocky expression on his face as he notices you nearing the edge, his thumb moving in quicker circles against your clit.

You nod, closing your eyes as you tilt your head back, your high quickly approaching.

“You’re gonna have to ask. Do you think you can do that? Can my pretty girl ask properly?” he says in an almost degrading tone, fingers leaving your clit to grab your jaw, forcing your eyes open. He loved the way you looked right now, spread open for him and desperate.

“Wanna come on your cock, please. Want you to fill me up, please. Need to feel you.” you mumble, looking up at him with doe eyes as you feel his hips start to move in uneven thrusts.

He groans at your words, the way you’re clenching around him paired with your words sending him over the edge.

You groan as you feel him filling you up, his body tensing as he emptied into you, before he continues to rub your clit faster, causing you to fall over the edge as well.

He groans, face falling back into the crook of your neck as he feels you clench around him, his hips slow as you both come down from your high, both trying to catch your breath.

“You did so good for me, sweetheart.” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your neck, keeping his cock inside of you.

You close your eyes, swallowing as you try to catch your breath, biting your lip as you smile softly at his words.

He stays inside of you for a few moments, pressing soft kisses to your neck, jaw, and face, before he pulls out. You whine softly, feeling empty as you open your eyes, looking up at him as he stands up from the bed.

“Gonna go get something to clean you up,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss your forehead, “be right back.”

He disappears into the bathroom as you lay on his bed, your breath slowing down as you sit back up on your forearms, smiling at him weakly as he walks back into the room with a wet cloth.

He takes a moment to look at you, trying to burn the scene into his head, as if for some reason you were going to tell him that this was just a one time thing. He takes in the fucked out look on your face. The way your chest and tummy are rising and falling as you breathe. Your legs still spread, your mixed releases slowly dripping out of your cunt and onto his sheets.

He smiles softly to himself before moving to gently clean up the cum that had made its way down your thighs, kissing your plush stomach as he moves the cloth over your skin. 

Once he finishes, he throws the cloth to the side, crawling into bed beside you. He lays on his back, urging you to lay your head on his chest, letting one arm wrap around your shoulders, his thumb gently rubbing circles on your skin. The other hand moves to your thigh, moving your leg over his, his fingers gently squeezing your thigh as he feels your weight half on top of him.

After a while of enjoying each other's presence; listening to each other's breathing, and feeling one another’s heartbeats, you lift your head to look up at him, chin resting on his chest.

“What happens now? At work?” you whisper, slightly nervous, but desperately trying to hide it. While you knew it wasn’t as easy as just simply telling everyone, you desperately wanted it to happen. Despite you being wrapped in his arms, fingers gently tracing patterns on his chest, there was still a hint of doubt that he wanted anything more than a night with you. You were prepared to follow his lead, whatever it may be.

“Oh, you’re worried the team will find out, huh?” he teases softly, not picking up on the nervousness, your SWAT training coming in handy at this moment. “It can be our little secret.” he whispers, the hand on your thigh moving up to your side, tickling it.

You giggle as he tickles you, swatting his hand away, earning a chuckle from him as he moves his hand back to your thigh. You turn your head away from him, resting your cheek on his chest, smile disappearing from your face slowly.

“Is that what you want?” you whisper, nervousness slipping into your voice, sadness creeping into your eyes as the fear of this being a one time thing grows.

“Of course not, sweetheart. I wanna kiss you like you’re my goddamn wife.” he whispers, grabbing your chin, forcing your eyes up to meet his.

“Yeah?” you whisper as he forces your chin up, a hopeful look in your eyes. He really does want you. 

“Yeah, but there’s protocols for this. Honestly, I have no idea what to do.” he tells you seriously, feeling your face heat up under his fingers, looking down at you with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

“I guess we can’t tell anyone.” you whisper, sadness filling your eyes again as the realization hits you. You wanna be able to be with him without worrying about it, but in your line of work, this kind of thing is definitely against the code of conduct. You weren’t sure what to say. As much as you want to keep seeing him, in whatever way you could, you weren’t sure how much he was willing to sneak around.

“It doesn’t mean we have to stop.” he whispers to you, equally as unsure.

God, he wanted you so bad. In any way you’d let him have you. If you wanted to keep seeing him in secret, and not just for sex, he’d jump at that. He would take anything you allowed him to have.

“Okay,” you reply, a smile growing on your face as you bite your lip. “Do you mean just the sex? Because I’m okay with that, I just wanna know.” you whisper, averting your gaze from his eyes.

He scoffs, rolling his eyes as his grip tightens on your chin, forcing you to look back into his eyes, a smirk on his face.

“How can someone so gorgeous be so dense?” he teases softly, squeezing your shoulder, a smirk growing on his face. “I want you. All of you. I don’t just want sex, sweetheart.”

“Oh, I just thought-” you whisper, trailing off, your face growing hot as the smile on your face grows.

“Thought what? Baby, I don’t know what else I need to say to prove it to you. You remember me telling you how I’ve been flirting with you for months, right? I meant every word I’ve said, so don’t give me that ‘oh, I just thought’ bullshit.” he tells you, trying to mimic your tone, earning a soft giggle from you.

You rest your cheek on his cheek again, arm around his torso tightening slightly, a wide smile across your face as it sinks in. He wants you. You want each other.

At that moment, work protocol didn’t matter. Because your feelings for each other could not be stopped, and neither of you would stop them, even if you could.

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Duke hadn't been the best student in school. He had a hard time remembering things he didn't care about. That had never been the case with Finley, he'd remembered everything they'd talked about, done, every little detail of her body to the micro-expression. To this day he still loved learning new little things about her. In school, he'd learned to take decent notes to remember the things that didn't seem to stick. With that habit, he'd also started writing her notes to slip in her locker or, now, her lunch, purse, and coat pockets. As Finley laid out a plan for their next snowy adventure, he made a mental note of everything. "The inflatables are definitely underrated. Given that it's winter, though, I can definitely make sure we have all of the staples: ice cream, candy canes, hot chocolate. What else? Oh, gingerbread cookies or sugar cookies? Definitely cookies."

"Well, I do owe you a honeymoon." Duke chuckled but it was a softer sound as he leaned in and kissed the top of her head. "If we could go anywhere, what are your top three places? I'm curious if we've got some overlap and if we do if we want to do some of the same things." His hand brushed over the top of her head, gently trying to help her relax in the cold bath. "I know we've sort of avoided the topic as a 'once we're settled in our careers' thing, but I'd still like to know what's going on in my beautiful wife's head." Just then the dryer beeped and he popped up. "All right, I'll be right back. I threw like all the towels in there so I'm going to put a few on the bed and then I'm going to burrito you and we're going to put some Vics on your feet with those fuzzy socks and you're going to kick this bug's ass."

"I couldn't hate you." Finley stretches her legs along the length of the tub as his fingers push her damp hair away from her face. Her arms rest against either side as she listens. Having one thing to focus all of her attention on makes it easier not to think about how intensely she is shaking. Instead, she forces every fiber to cling to Duke's response. "Camping gear is probably the most realistic. A rug wouldn't hurt either." The one in their living room might be too big, but she is willing to try if it means more time in their fort. "We might not even freeze that way, but... I liked our inflatable furniture," she says, smiling at the memory. Cold fingers and whispers freezing in the air, making sure the moment stayed just for the two of them. "Both, maybe. And since we're already cold, we might as well lean into it. Ice cream, of course." She pauses just long enough for the reality of her current cold to seep back in, and she shivers again. "Or we could always just go somewhere cold. Just because most people prefer the warmth for a vacation doesn't mean we have to." Just because they had to put off their honeymoon doesn't mean she hasn't thought about it.

[uchihaharlot]

Can you do jealous Madara + NSFW, pls.🥹

Your anon.♥︎

Anon 🤍 always lovely to have your Madara requests. I hope you are well. Sorry I took so long, I made it extra long for you ☺️

NSFW; stalking; obsessive Madara; you are his and no one else’s; inappropriate use of genjutsu.

— Madara is a naturally jealous man. Anything some else can do, he does better and if he can’t. He is green with envy. So when he sees Hashirama making sweet words at the woman he’s been pining after. All gloves are off.

— They already have a convoluted friend/enemy relationship. This just irks him to a new level. Obsessive behavior to damn near self sabotage proportions.

— Tails her every move. Mapping her every day with sharingan precision. Becomes very good at making his appearances look like an accident. Also knows to keep them infrequent enough that she doesn’t suspect his stalking tendencies.

— By this point, Hashirama has lost interest, that and he doesn’t wake up on the side of lunacy every day like Madara. Even with zero competition to keep him on edge, his hawkish eyes are always at her back.

— When the timing is right, Madara corners this woman. Casting her under a heavy and powerful genjutsu. Secluding them from the world around them. She’s wholly terrified but is incapable of lifting the anchor. He doesn’t mean to come off as malicious, Madara is just exceedingly…terrible when it comes to these things. Which is an oxymoron considering half the village views him as a sex symbol.

— ‘Don’t be alarmed.’ Maybe he should have started this conversation outside of an artificial world? This girl is having a hard time believing that Madara doesn’t harbor ill intentions. Not until he places a palm on her cheek and thumbs her wrist. ‘I’d be so good to you.’

— crash.exe, girls brain is just inundated with the thick atmosphere of his genjutsu. Yet there is something unholy and arousing about a man who would use his prowess to garner her affections. That he just went from zero to a thousand in a blink of an eye. But really; what could you expect from an Uchiha. When something or someone catches there eye, there’s not a lot that would discourage them from obtaining it.

— ‘Uchiha Madara, is this any way to treat a lady?’ Oh, so she has a mouth on her? Wonderful. This only excites him further. To top it off, she doesn’t shy away from his hardened gaze., but rather gently leans into his touch. ‘Your presence hasn’t gone unnoticed…’

— Oh; yea. She knew. If Madara thought he had wool over this girls perception. He was a blind fool. Maybe he hadn’t of been so sneaky, ‘can you blame me?’ Well; no. She couldn’t. She rather enjoyed the cat and mouse game. In fact, it was all apart of this scheme of hers anyways.

— The old bait and switch; classic hunter becomes the hunted. The moment she saw the ire in his glowering at that social between Hashirama and her. It was game, set and match. Definitely let Hashi in on her madness, which any opportunity to annoy Madara and help a dear old friend is a blessing.

— Madara couldn’t even be mad. The tenacity of this girl outplaying him and knowingly allowing him to chase her like a dog around the village was almost endearing. Which when she ended up up beneath him, made it all the more glorious.

— Or, he ended up underneath her instead. The genjutsu was easily manipulated and broken—so she’s keeping secrets now? Thank god that he cornered her in a secluded area. Madara in this moment imagined there wasn’t anything in existence that felt better when looking down and already finding his cock in her mouth. Plump lips sucking the tip gingerly, making his head tilt back. Two hands stroking his aching girth.

— More devilishly tantalizing was her shoving him to the ground and rucking her dress up, panties aside and sitting his full length without allowing him a single breath to spare. The low gutteral moan that came out his mouth, was too, stolen from him when her lips met his. ‘Ask and you shall receive…’ was all she deliberated.

— The soft warm heat of her cunt, swelled and thrummed around his aching cock. When was the last time Madara had been in the position of being taken this way? Probably not since he was younger, if at all. She’s hotter than any katon heat his lungs could muster in this moment. Not allowing him an inch to breathe or maneuver her hips any way he would like.

— Completely and utterly orbits the moment the warmth plush of her sopping wet heat pulsates around his cock. It sends a shiver to his testicles and a shock up through his heart when she cums and moans his name out. Reducing Madara to a sixty second man in the five minutes she had him pinned. His warm cum spreads and fills her as she fucks it into her.

— ‘Gods…’ was the first word he spoke after they catch their breath, and ‘…does this mean…you’re mine?’ Is the first question he asks once post nut clarity makes room. Of course she was his, after all that? There wasn’t any other option.

— Once they gather their bearings, fix clothing and hair: Madara is so gentlemanly. Aside from being fucked with reckless abandon. He takes her out to the finest restaurant the following evening and then brings her back to his place for a more proper fuck.

— One where she is inoperable the second they enter his home. Kissed up against the wall, making their way to his bed. Clothes and shoes litter the hall, and she ends up beneath him this time. Panting and pleading as his lips worship that cute soft pussy of hers. Tongue and lips nipping and sucking. Drinking her orgasm as it spills over his mouth and tongue.

— Holding her down in the mating press as he divides her seam and drives slow and deep. The soft mewls of his name on her lips fill the room louder and louder each time she cums. ‘…keep saying my name like that..’

— Though pretty soon he’s saying her name just a loud and heavy. Lowly grunting in the crook of her neck when he pumps her full, for the second time this evening. How many hours had they been laid up in bed now? Several at least.

— She stays the night and it’s not even weird the next morning when she wakes up to see him buck ass naked sitting on the porcelain throne. They have breakfast and consider making a title for themselves… eventually.

[velvet-paradox]

Stay (ch. 8)

A gift - Cruelty of betrayal - The battle is won - A unity in marriage -The first time is the deepest

Length: LONG Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY, strong language, explicit content, oral (f & m receiving), angst, blood mention, fingering, first time, p in v, creampie, detailed smut. ENJOY!!

The air has changed, over night from a chill in the air to actual snow on the ground, flurries of it swirling about. Roofs of houses covered white, boot print marks on travels, wheelbarrows tracks, the smell of wet pine and carefully stoked fire.

König is still fast asleep, his thick arm cradling his head, his fingers twitch in his hair as he slumbers. You watch his bare chest raise and fall, calming really, to watch such a ibrute be this still and quiet. Your eyes rake over his body, radiating heat, some nights you wondered if you even needed a fire, just use his body heat for warmth.

He laughed at that.

You wondered about your parents, looking down at your arm band. Has word traveled to them about your coming nuptials? Would they attend? Would they feel too guilty to watch you marry the boogeyman, knowing they had sealed your fate? Or was it truly the Gods who have given you trials, to overcome, to become and belong to KorTac? Trusting that you were worthy of König and his affections, to be the one to carry down his legacy. Your legacy. Tales would be told, sagas written and voiced down, songs sung.

"You're going to burn a hole into the wall if you keep thinking that hard." König's sleepy voice broke your thoughts like spiderwebs. He was now rolled over onto his side, holding up his head to look at you, one tattooed leg out over the covers.

"How long have you been awake?"

"Long enough to see you worrying; what troubles have my pet so focused, hmmm?" He took a hold of your wrist, thumbing over the bones beneath.

"Our future."

"And what a fine one it will be. We shall have a wedding ceremony, celebrate our union, start on our family. I am eager for it, are you not?" König asked, his eyebrows meeting in curiosity.

You were but… how could you be? The old you, Y/N, would have been terrified and would be desperate to get away from him, not looking hopeful into his eyes, the yearning to be beneath him coursing through your veins. Old layers of your former self were peeling away, day by day.

"I am. Truly, I just do not what it holds."

"Trust the Gods, my dear. They know what is best and if you are still uncertain, we shall visit the Seer."

"What about Ada?"

König clucked his tongue and shook his head, "Nein nein. We shall work it all out, she does not mean to duel with you, not really. I think she is just jealous."

"What if she is not? What if she is serious, König. She could ask for a death match!"

"You really think I would allow such a thing?"

You slithered down into the bed, inching closer so you could look at him, touch his face, so much has happened and maybe you should've fought back, made him realize you weren't some pawn or play thing but when you look at him, ireally look at him; it wasn't about that. It was strange to think of your past, you weren't doing much with your life, living day to day, foraging, taking care of the house and your parents. You didn't have too many friends, not ones that would avenge you or come looking for you. Clearly. You were just there but here, in this bed, in this village in this chapter of your life, you were enjoying the pace.

Helping a new friend devlier babies, getting to know the clan, becoming a stronger shieldmaiden by the hands and structure of Sebastian Kruger, banter with Ghost and Soap. Maybe the Gods were right in gifting you to The Collector afterall.

"Nein."

"Exactly. No harm with come to you, not while there is still air in my lungs." He kissed the corner of your mouth, sighing into you as he wrapped his heavy arms around you.

"Can I ask you something?" You asked, fingering over a deep scar on his bicep that was in your face.

"Anything."

"At our engagement, you said you bought something…"

"Ah, ja. I did in fact."

"What is it?"

"It's a surprise." König hummed into your hair.

"Can I have a hint?"

"Nein. I'll do you one better and show you, after second breakfast."

"Second breakfast? I know you can put away a lot of food but that seems a bit much, don't you think?"

"Nein," he shook his head with a light laugh, rolling you over on to your back. "Not when you are to be my first meal of the day!"

….

You wondered if life would always be like this. The hands of The Collector, the carnage and savagery, the damage he could yield on your skin. Fingertips dug into your flesh, your knees damn near your ears as he folded you in half. Delightfully moaning against your cunt as you squealed, moaning his name, tugging at his hair.

"Hold her open for me." König panted, giving both of your shins a quick and sloppy kiss as you moved your hands from your breasts, spreading yourself wide. "Good job."

König grinned and dove back in to taste you as you dragged your nails down your calves.

Everyone you came across that morning gave you both a wave, a congratualtions, smiling at you both as you made your way through KorTac. Gaz had finsihed making you a cloak for winter, it matched the deep, mossy green of König's own cloak. The cold air had your clinging to his arm, parading you about, boots crunching in the snow.

You walked in tandem up a bit of a hill, houses with rowdy children, clinking and foraging new blades for future raids, a butcher breaking down chickens, tossing scraps to a few waiting strays.

You stopped at the bottom of another trail.

"Do you trust me?"

What an odd question, trusting the man that haunted the dreams of babes but the one you desired.

"Of course."

You could see the light in König's eyes light up, he tucked you closer and asked you to close your eyes. It was strange to be walking blind but you did in fact trust the man next to you, trusted his knowledge of this terrain, the lay of his land. You listened when he told you step over a fallen log, move out of the way. He guided you to the right and finally came to a halt.

He told you to open your eyes.

You blinked them open, looking over the viallge from this incredible height. All his people, soon to be iyour people milling about down there, going about their own morning, cooking, cleaning, teaching, learning. Clouds of smoke from open houses, dogs chasing cats, the pounding of freshly logged wood.

"Where are we?"

"Home."

König put his heavy hands on your shoulders and turned you around. There behind you was a beautiful cottage, paned windows, a plot for a garden. It was beautiful and you hadn't even stepped inside.

"I bought you a home."

Your smiled faded when he only said he about you a home. Not meant for the both of you?

Your face must've gave it away.

"I'm sorry pet, it is too small? I can afford a bigger one if you wish. Just say the word."

"Nein nein, it's perfect."

"Then why the face?"

"I only thought you would have bought a home for the both of us. We are to be married, are we not? We're not going to live together? I understand you have a lot to do, being the leader and example for KorTac but, you'll be so far away from me down there in the hall. What if I get lonely?"

König made a noise and had you face him, your head in his hands.

"My dear pet, this is our home. I bought it for you, for us, for our family. I will be able to see the fjord, who is coming and who is going, everyone will know where to find us," he kissed you through the mask. "This is our home."

"But I thought we lived at the hall."

"Nein pet, I stay there when I need to and since I was keeping an eye on you, it was convenient to stay there. But after our unity, we will be living up here from now on."

"This is all ours?" You smiled and looked around the property, more than enough land, more than enough space, four rooms, a hearth for cooking, a large room for an entire family. Your family.

"Ja."

"So you do care for me?"

König nuzzled your face, hugging you tightly, resting his cheek against the top of our head. "Of course my dear, you question my loyalty still?"

You grabbed him after the tour, tearing off his mask to kiss him hard on the mouth. Stunned by your actions he let you, he let you do whatever you wanted. And certainly did not complain when you got down on your knees, undid his pants and slipped his cock down your throat.

….

Laswell had requested your services and advice for herbs, mentioning that you were the best forager around KorTac. Upon agreement and payment you gladly took her basket and set off into the woodlands.

You found a patch you were looking for, kneeling down and humming a little tune your mother used to sing to you. You never asked about it, just knew your mother would sing it out loud, it would calm you, center you in times of concern. The looming threat of what Ada wanted, a duel was heavy on your shoulders. Grateful the you were being trained to be a better maiden, knew how to use a bow previously, now sword fighting, clashing, striking.

You heard a rolling cart not far off from you in deep in the woods, the creaking and jostling of something didn't bother you, didn't concern you much. That was the trail to another market, one you had frequented when you lived at home. Seemed like a lifetime ago now.

Out of general curiosity you left your basket of goodies and made your way out of the trees, crunching snow, your cheeks on fire from the cold to see the trail ahead. The cart wobbled a bit in the distance. A couple along with it, a mule trudging behind them.

"Out of the lane woman!"

You turned around to see another cart coming your way.

"Mother?!"

"Stop the cart!" Your mother, frantically jumped from the cart and ran over to you, tears in her eyes, sorrow in her voice as she sobbed into your cloak. She looked you over, kissing your face, holding your head to hers. "Oh my child! We have feared you dead for so long! Yet here you are, in one piece."

"Y/N!" Your father hugged you tightly, the three of you together again. Even if only for a moment. "Are you escaping?" He asked after the tears had stopped. "We have room in the back for you to cover up."

"Escaping?"

"Yes child, are you hiding from that monster? Surely you have tried to rid yourself of him." Your father looked you over then, seeing your finely made clothing, newly mended boots.

"I uh, I'm marrying him. He proposed. I am to be a wife and a mother!"

"And you are willing to marry such a man?" Your mothers' voice turned to shock. "Surely you would rather choose death than to be the wife of The Collector."

"Quite the opposite, mother," you proffessed, their looks of dismay and disappointemt made you feel guilty for being even a spirkle of happy with König. "He may be ruthless but he keeps me healthy, satisfyied, well fed. I'm being trained by one they call Kruger, I know how to use a blade now, I have friends and people--"

"Stop this at once!" Your father shouted. You bit your lip. "What sort of poison has he given you to say such things? You sound thrilled! How could you be?"

"I am happy. I had to make the best out of my situation, I refuse to be miserable for the rest of days."

"How? We raised you to be a fighter, this is madness, daughter." Your mother scolded. "Have you not attempted iany to escape from his clutches?"

"Nein."

"Nein? You are even speaking his language! You are not our daughter. When the villagers find you out you want to be with that madman, given vows, rings… we shall be laughed out."

Your heart broke. Bile rose in your throat and unhappy tears welled up in your eyes. "Do not say that, father. I am still --"

"You are not Y/N, oh how disappointed she would be to see you in such a sorry state. Wanting to be married to The Collector, shameful. No child of mine would choose such a dishonorable life."

"Dishonor-- I did not choose this life! This sitaution, unforseen," you swallowed your tears, voice cracking as you did so. The look on your parents face was sad. The had believed you dead and maybe it was better that way, they had let you go. "The Gods chose me."

They both looked at each other in disbelief, shocked that you sounded and looked so sure of yourself.

"I cannot believe my ears," your mother touched your arms band one last time before climbing up on the cart, your father following close behind. "You should be ashamed of yourself."

"You have clearly made your choice, child."

"Y/N, the real daughter, would never have put up with this."

You sniffled, tears freezing to your cheeks as they rode away, they didn't even have the heart to look back.

"You're right," you cried watching their heads slip down the horizon, out of sight. "That's because I am her no longer."

….

You came out of the woods a different person. Emerged in the evening sun with an even colder crisp to the air. A basket full of herbs, eyes still glassy and wet as you passed the tree line, by Keeva and John's homestead.

They had left you. Never would you have thought your parents would willingly let you go like this. The more you thought about it, the more angrier you had become. Rage had been laying dormant for so long you didn't even realize how hard you had made your fists as you marched through the village. They had come to terms that their only daughter was dead already, that you wouldn't last this long. It made your skin crawl.

You couldn't find König, which made your rage worse. Stomping and stalking through the hall. You marched all the way to your room at the back, slamming the door shut before dropping to the ground with a ripping scream. Your forehead to the floor, hands at the nape of your neck. You screamed and cried some more until you heard the door latch open. Heavy boots. Slow steps. You got up and threw yourself at him.

"Hey hey, what is going on? What did he do now?" It was Kruger. You looked up at him with a terrible face, anguish, pain, betrayal.

"It wasn't h-him," You pressed your face into his collar. "I sa-aw my parents."

"Ah, overwhelming after all this time, ja?" He asked, petting your head.

"Nein! They abandonded me, they are disappointed. I dishonor them by wanting to marry König. They said I am inot their daughter anymore," you fisted Krugers cloak, pleading for some relief. "What am I to do? My parents have willingly thrown me away!"

"It's alright, pet. You have us. You have all of KorTac, you have friends, you have König. We are your family now."

After you calmed down in his arms, you sniffled and took several steps back to sit on your bed, head in your hands, tears drying crusty on down your face. "Wh-o will give me away?"

"Is that one of your traditions? Like the arm band?"

You nodded.

The bed creaked when he sat down next to you, offering his hand. "If you wish, I'll do it. I shall give you away."

"You would do that for me?"

Kruger, even behind his enitre mask, you didn't even know what he looked like under there had a smile in his tone and nodded. "On one conditon; you save up all of this rage for Ada. König told me, day one of you being here, to treat you as if you were one of our own and now… you iare."

You made a deal.

König had told you that you could decorate your new homestead as you pleased, he wanted, no, ineeded you to be happy. Whatever you wanted it was yours. His to spoil, to dote on, to treat as kindly as the man could manage. You could tell this was new for him as well, only mentions of sexual actitivies not relationships and certainly inot marriage.

You cried again that night, held tightly to König as he brushed your hair away from your face after you told him what had happened with your parents. He was able to calm you down, proud of you for letting go, that were headed for the future and if that's the way things were going to be there shouldn't be any looking back. You are not going that way.

"What do you think is my best color?" You asked Kyle that next afternoon, all cried out and fresh to be just be Pet for the foreseeable future. Your old life had slipped off your shoulders.

"For the ceremony or in general?" Gaz asked, resizing someones' boots, a pair of pants hung on a rack nearby ready for repair. More snow had fallen in the night.

"For the wedding. I have been to a few and the bride always wore white, do you do that here?"

"You can dress how you want, pet. It is your day." Gaz put away his tools to get up and pull out a few shades of blue fabric. "In fact, I may have something that might spark interest."

"This one looks like his eyes."

"Well I could size you up since your here if you wish. Get you a corset too, I won't complicate things since this will be your wedding night and you'll want ease of access for the consumation I trust." Gaz chuckled and took out his measuring instruments. Having you stand with your arms out wide, the size of your shoulders, the length.

It was all you could think about for the rest of the day until someone grabbed your arm and yanked you in between a few houses off the lane.

"GET YOUR HANDS-- Graves? What do you want?"

He didn't look good, dark circles under his eyes, hair disheveled and you could clearly see a smudge of either dirt or soot, either one did not matter all, across his chin.

"You are in danger, girl. That Ada woman… she wants you idead." He said in a hushed whispered.

"What?"

"I heard her myself. She has been training with that brute in the skull mask."

"Ghost."

"Sure, whatever. I have been watching them train, he's heartless, he knocks her down any chance he gets then fucks her face as a reward." Graves visibly shivered. "Dispicalble."

Which was quite the wording coming from Phillip who literally stole belongings from the dead.

"Ghost wouldn't to actually hurt me."

"He doesn't, but she does. Says you're in the way, that she's wanted KorTac, to sit on the throne you will be in. Having König's babies, having a title. She's not a very good woman, runt. I would be very careful when you battle."

"You heard her say this? When?"

"… I may have been snooping about the hall and I may have found my way to her quarters and pressed my ear to the door." He shrugged.

"Oh you little creep!"

"Oh stop it, like you are some deity!"

"It's not that, it's that you go around prowling after people to see what you can stal from them. Whether it is items, things they have worn and cherished in their lives until you put them in the ground or be it information." You scoled the rugged man.

"If I didn't eavesdrop on Ada and this Ghost, how would I know she wants to kill you, hmmm?"

You thought about what Phillip had said when Soap had bound your wrist with a leather strap after he'd done the same to Ada the day of the duel. Would she honestly attempt to end you? Was she able? Something triggered you into going into attack mode. She would not best you at this.

Soap tugged on your tether, looking you in the eye, making sure it wasn't too loose or too tight.

Your axes clashed instantly, hers going for your neck first, dodging and sliding backwards through the gravel. Boots catching rocks, anxiety and the threat of the unknown left you breathless. Maybe Graves was right after all. Ada berated you, stalking you through the rocks, the clan of KorTac surrounding you. There were cheers and jeers from all sides, any kind of battle was a thrill. You could hear Kruger barking at you to look out, pay attention, to remember your lessons. Ghost was doing the same for Ada.

Your blades CLACKED again, this time being tossed shields. You grabbed yours quickly and blocked a heavy blow. You pushed her back with it, making some dent in the fight. You shouted and pulled the leather strap attached to the pair of you, yanking her down to the ground. She twisted frantically in the rocks, cold as ice against your hands as you gathered up the strap, sitting on her back in an attempt to choke her out.

Ada thrashed as the crowd cheered, digging your boots into the ground for leverage only for the lover girl of KorTac to push herself up and knock you back first into the rocks. She swung her axe again, bouncing off your shield. You could hear Kruger's voice shouting out at you again as you scrambled up. You kicked some rocks up at her face, she did not care for that and instead yanked the strap to bring you to your knees with a thud. A few had lodged into the the leather for sure. Her knee meeting your chin wasn't expected, or the blood that filled your mouth. You spat it out. Ada had the nerve to smile down at you with a cocky smirk.

You finally stood and smeared it across your face.

The rage you held from your parents began to boil, your eyes narrowing to hateful slits, Krugers voice in your ear from the day prior pushed you on.

"You are battling for the same thing, do not show her weakness. She her you are worthy. The worth your parents stole from you."

You took a stance then, locking eyes with König who was observing the fight with his arms crossed over his chest, he looked to be sighing, cocking his head. She pulled on the strap; you pulled back. A push and pull before you charged her, your parents words swirling around your head as you jumped to land on her body hard, she sputtered as you rolled around on the ground. She shrieked when you bit into her forearm to get her to submit, rubbing her face into the gravel.

"To the victor, all the spoils!" Simon announced to the crowd, some exhancging coins on who would beat who as you looked up at him, holding your arm and axe in the air.

As the others of KorTac congratulated you, patting your shoulder and with gentle smiles, all in good fun until you came by Ada. You held out your hand in an honest display of sportsmanship. Even if you didn't exactly like her or agree with the woman, you still had your manners about you. Which she did not it appeared, as Ada sneered and looked down her nose at you, spitting at your feet before huffing away in loss.

….

The archway was beautiful in the winter landscape, coiled with dried ivy and herbs, bound with cordage that matched your blue dress. Gas had even taken the time to embroider some flowers around the square neckline that showcased your cleavage, the added leather corset helped as well. Keeva would not stop gushing over how beautiful you looked, how happy she was for you.

"Are you ready?" she asked, her hands covering your own as your heart pounded in your chest.

"As I ever will be I suppose. I did not see this in my future, I never thought I would get married let alone to a famous leader."

"The Gods chose you, as they have chosen all of us, fated to be. I hated John before we got together, he was so arrogant and blood thirsty, always covered in the stuff. Oh he'd reek of it, strutting around for days as a medal of battle," Keeva mused as you ducked out of your bridal tent, Kruger in his finest attire waiting paitently.

"But, he grew on me and next thing you know, the Gods landed him in my lap!"

"So things do work out."

"They always do." Keeva smiled and kissed your cheek before handing you off to Kruger.

"Do I have to do anything special in order to give you away, pet?" He asked, crunching your boots through the snow, everyone was already standing and chatting away on the side of the hall. Everyone in KorTac was present, including Horangi, Keegan and Roach. Soap and Ghost stood beside König at the altar.

"Nein, just you being here is helping my nerves. We walk down the aisle, you can hug me if you want and then I'm his."

Kruger nodded and off you went.

Your heart was in your stomach the moment König looked at you in your dress, your hair fixed with a little baby's breath wreath made by Laswell and her wife. He held your hand tightly after giving it a quick kiss through the mask.

The high priestess began the short ceremony, no need to drag it out. No objections, no distractions other than the splash of red where the sacrificed goat you would be dining on had laid. Its' blood in the wooden bowl in her hands, your wedding bands, pounded smooth days prior were soaking in it. Your wrists bound togeher as she said your vows.

"And with that, I name you man and wife," she smiled, dipping her fingers into the bloody bowl then splashed your faces. "May the Gods bless you and keep you in health, and give you children. And may they keep the wolf from the door."

KorTac cheered and clapped as you slipped on the rings, you turned to him with a smile, lifted his hood and kissed him, sealing your fate to The Collector.

"Now then; who is to witness your consummation?" The high priestess asked, a hush over the crowd.

"I would like to instill that duty to Horangi, who is most like family to me." König stated aloud.

"I would be honored, brother." Kim agreed and bowed his head.

"Soap, my right hand."

"Also an honor, brother."

You got nervous, two men would being seeing your naked body, flesh only meant to be seen by one. You knew that was how wedding nights were met, but as you told Keeva you did not think that was your destiny. König squeezed your hand then.

"And Ada."

The crowd murmered as she stood moved into the end of the aisle.

"Me?"

"Ja. Had you shown sportsmanship and respect to my wife the other day after your duel you would not be requested to witness us have sex. But since you do not know your place, I will show it to you. Maybe you will make sounder choices next time."

Ada's face grimaced, repromandaed in front of the whole village. How humiliataing.

That look was on her face all throughout dinner and gift giving. All the way up to your new home she was grumbling and complaining, Horangi scolding her to be quiet. That it was her bitchy attitude that got her here in the first place!

The fire in the living room was already lit, baskets of bread and preserved fruit lay on the kitchen table. Thankful because it was just so damn cold out, just the walk from the great hall to your homestead made your cheeks burn.

"I also have one more gift for you, wife." König quipped, motioning for you to close your eyes.

"More?" You laughed, the giggles from ale on your lips.

"It is customary for the husband to gift the bride this. To show her indepence, resposibilty and thanks. Ok, you may open them now."

You did, König had his hands clasped and slowly revealed a tiny grey kitten, it's glowing amber eyes blinking at you. You squealed with delight taking the little darling thing in your own hands.

"Oh!"

"What will you name it?" Horangi asked, patting its head.

"Is it a boy or girl?"

"A girl."

"Hmmm Annika sounds pretty good." You said with a smile.

You left the little fluff ball to explore your home while the five of you found yourselves inside your bedroom. They made themselves comfortable in chairs they could find, warming their hands by the fires burning.

König wasted no time in grabbing your waist and pinning you, with his body to the wall next to the door. Your head thudding against the wood, you tilted it up, hands slidding up his patterned shirt and vest, tangling with the end of his hood.

He grabbed your hand and placed it over his heart. "Do you feel that, pet? It only beats for you."

"You sure are smooth when you know you are going to have sex." You smiled, feeling it beat a little faster. "I'm scared, König."

"Of what?" He asked, looking down at your cleavage, long lashes bashful at his blanat look of desire. His hand on your hip, thumb pushing against your dress.

"I have never had sex with anyone watching before." You whispered as you could hear them talking amongst themselves in the corner.

"Pay them no mind, my love. They are merely here to observe our union."

"How will they know you are not faking it?"

"Because my pet," König hummed ghosting his fingertips over your collar and holding your neck loosely. "There will be evidence."

That statement set you off, you bit your lip and desperately tore at the sides of his vest to rid of it, laughing when his thick fingers got caught up in the ties of your corset. He peeled off the vest, keeping his arms raised above his head to take off his shirt. Your mouth on his chest startled him, a noise leaving his throat as you held him about the rids, his body heat exhilarating you further. You bit at his collar, the taut muscle of his shoulder, his eyes on you when you pressed the flat of your tongue against his nipple. He shivered instantly when you did it again then bit into it. He hissed. You groaned.

You dropped to your knees, undoing the ties to his trousers, his hands on the back on your head, taking off you crown and tossing it one of the witnesses.

"You always look so beautiful on your knees for me, my pet. But tonight, you are ethreal. If I wasn't so certain you were my wife, I would think I have died and you the Valkryie to bring to me Valhalla." He was panting and you had just now loosened his pants to free his cock.

And you thought his body was radiating!

So pretty and thick in your hands, pre-cum already beading at the tip. You heard someone inhale behind you. You leaned forward and cleaned it off, bringing him towards your face by looping your arms around his thighs. You kissed the tattooed skin, running tongue and teeth along the bands of muscles that lay beneath.

"Are we not just here to witness them have intercourse? What is with all this beforehand stuff?" You heard Horangi ask the other onlookers.

Soap snorted. "Oh Kim, we are about to witness something far better than just sex! They haven't done it yet."

"Done what?"

"This is the first time they are having sex together," Ada grumbled as you jerked König off in front of your face, the sale of his skin, the smell of him. "It is going to be… special."

"Ohhh." Horangi answered.

"Maybe I am," you nuzzle your face against his leg, rubbing the crown of his cock against the seam of your lips. "Maybe that is why the Gods chose me. You gave me a home and I'll bring you home."

"Oh fuck." König groaned, placing his hands on the wall as you swallow him down, licking at the throbbing muscle. The more you hollowed your cheeks, moaning around his cock, dragging your nails up and down his thighs, the more feral sounds to erupt from his throat. It drove you further to suck him off hastily.

He fucked your face, boots scraping against the floor, you dared to look up to see him locked in on you. One hand left your head to cup and hold your chin, bopping the tip of your nose. He pulled you off, a thick string of saliva connected still to the tip.

"On your feet beautiful."

When you looked at König you only saw him, concern and anxiety had left you behind. What did it matter any way? this was all planned out, everyone knew the rules. It was still a bit of an odd feeling though when your dress pooled around your feet, baring your body to everyone.

You sat back on your bed, König lifted one leg and undid your boot straps, chucking it to the floor with a thud. You kept your bare foot on his stomach, feeling how his muscles moved when he repeated the process to your other foot. You walked them up to his shoulders, letting them rest there while he bent to take off his own.

You two had done many intimate activities beforehand; sucking his cock, him eating you out like he hadn't had a decent meal in days, masturbating together, kissing. A lot of kissing. You'd seen each other naked, even slept that way but for some reason, when you looked up at your husband, that's what he was. He wasn't just The Collector; he wasn't just König.

He was yours.

As he crawled on top of you, moving your legs apart, hidden from the others' view, he touched your face as gently as he had offered Annika to you. He blinked rapidly as he fit himself between you better, chest to chest, smushing your breasts to his chest.

"König…."

"Ja my dear?"

"I-- I'm ready."

"So am I." You could hear the smile in his voice and you snuck under the mask, kissing across his prickly chin, licking his sharp jaw, kissing his nose, his lips, wherever you could reach. König's hand suddenly joined your mouth party, gathering spit across his fingers, lifting his hips enough to draw circles around your clit, making you arch before easing one of them in. Prodding your leaking slit, gathering up your wetness, sinking in two fingers. Growling as your gasps and moans as he scissored you open for him.

Your legs were shaking when he pulled his fingers free, getting up onto his knees. His tattoos looked glorious and you wondered if you were to receive them as well. You'd played with him before, held his cock in your hand, in your mouth; you knew his size but it didn't fully come to scale until he fisted it above your mound. He tapped it against your lower belly, letting it pulse there for a moment. It touched your belly button and you sat up on your elbows.

"Is it going to fit? That's a lot to take." You worried your bottom lip.

"Don't worry my pet, I plan on going slow. I do not want to hurt you."

König's voice was reassuring as he moved into position. You both nodded and looked down for the first time, watching that part of him push into your hole with a popping sensation. That alone knocked you back into the bed, a strangled moan tearing its way from your insides, you could feel him in your belly, in your ribs, against your lungs. He was everywhere, all at once it seemed and that was just the tip!

"Look how cute you look, eyes screwed up, mouth agape. You'd think you were lost already!"

"Prettiest pussy to take me so well on the first go."

"What a good fucking wife you are for me."

He grunted your name, calling you beautiful, a delight, the prettiest thing he's had on the end of his dick. How warm you felt, how tightly your walls sunk around him the further he eased his way inside you.

Your cunt flooded with a fresh round of wetness, just this light rocking at first, getting you adjusted to his size, his girth was making you sweat.

You whined and covered your face when he hit a certain spot, his thumb strumming against your clit. Someone else groaned and swore. You wanted to cry it felt so good, suddenly he was leaning above you, moving your hands down so he could see you, watching your expression change from slightly painful, to maybe go a little deeper.

"You are so beautiful, bitte, do not hold back from me."

You kissed him hard through the mask.

….

His grip on your hips was only slightly painful, the smacks to your ass were worse but felt amazing. You had run out of words to say, just blubbering and moaning as König was eating you out from behind.

"You like that, my pet?" König asked between licks. "By those cute little sounds you are making I'd say I do not need bother to ask." His chuckle was dark and smooth, he spat and slurped it right back up when you pushed back against his face. You could feel yourself dripping for him.

"I fucking love it." You managed to breathe out, drooling and biting into you wrist. "Oh Gods, I need you!" You sounded like a whore, the sounds you were making, the way you arched, the wholesomeness of your smile when you could hear him fisting his cock, when he spat on you. The wide bite to the inner meat of your thigh.

"Ask and you shall receive, my good girl." Was all he said and then he was inside you once more, holding onto your hips, pushing and pulling you back and forth. The sounds of your skin, both of you full of sweat and adrenaline, his thighs bouncing into your hips. He swung his arm around your neck, making you arch as he towered over you, moaning how good this angle felt. You tilted your head back and biting at the air until you snagged the end of his mask between your teeth.

For this being your first time you surely weren't wasting any of it. The way he seemed to mold to your gummy walls, the way he could bully his cock into you over and over without pause, slick and horny for each other. After several months of fooling around it had come to this.

When he pulled out you yanked him him on to the bed, climbing in his lap as he sat, wrapping his arms around your back, your legs around his waist. You lifted the mask to kiss him, sink your teeth into his lip, lick into his mouth. Riding him was a lot easier than you thought, must be the mixture of your juices and desire. He held your face as you rocked and fucked down onto him.

"König…"

"Ja, he's here. Your king is here."

"You feel so good." You sobbed and tried to catch the drool leaving the corner of your mouth, he was quick to swipe it away with his thumb.

"Oh yeah? you like being stuffed full of your husbands' thick cock, ja? who knew you could take such good care me, take such a size in this warm little hole. You are full of surprises, my pet." He matched your breaths, your moans, groan for groan.

You whined and rolled your hips. "König I… oh Gods, that's it! I'm gonna' cum, you're so fucking big!" You cried out and hung your head against his shoulder, lost in bliss. Fucked stupid you started mumbling a set of three powerful words.

Your husbands hands found purchase on your hips, taking over as you clearly were just a lump in his sturdy arms. "Cum with me, my love, cum for me. Now."

"Fuck yeah! Fuck me just like that, bitte bitte."

With a shout you did just that, pulsing around him, little jerks coming and going as he shot rope after rope of his cum inside you. It was so much. You were so fucking full of him, his cock and his seed. You panted breathlessly, laughing in his arms and rose up.

The evidence that you were the one fated to him, solidified your unity, with very little effort a glob of cum drooled out of you. Had covered his cock and sack and you flopped over on your back.

Soap gave you both a round of applause which only made you laugh harder, even König let himself indulge a bit.

"I have never seen someone so happily fucked in my life!" Horangi exclaimed as the three of them bid you a good night, Ada gave you a look but said nothing and Soap gave a thumbs up.

"Thank you." You finally had caught your breath enough to squeeze his hand, laying your head on his chest.

"Nein, my love. Thank you," he tore off the mask and kissed all over your face, licked at your chin, kissed your neck. He gave your breast a light squeeze and held it in his massive palm.

"Can we go again?"

König laughed harder this time. "So soon? Let me regain my strength first. You my love are an animal!" he pressed his forehead to yours then and sighed. "And I do too."

"What?"

"What you were saying before… I love you too."

@powerfultenderness

[sseniita]

god tier seduction

(cw suggestive?? not really)

His eyes darkened under his long black lashes.

"Stop that."

The villain loomed far taller than she did. He was long, slender and sharp around the edges. A perfect shadow. She was softer, shorter, her long wavy hair puffing around the frame of her face acting like curtains- shielding her. He raised an eyebrow, eyes bored but calculating.

"Stop what?" His voice barely above a whisper.

"That. That villain stare you do. Save that for the others, will you?"

"Are you suggesting you get special treatment from me?"

"I'm suggesting that you cut that out." she pressed further.

The villain chuckled, pacing towards the hero, kicking his legs lazily with every step. Finally two or three feet away from the hero. Hero stood straight and unrelenting under the villain's eyes, smooth as glass.

"You do, you know." He said matter-of-factly. "I'd never treat a Hero as luxuriously as I treat you." His gaze lingered a bit too long on the Hero's figure, sizing her up like she were prey. He tilted his head- the hero's que to respond something witty but nothing only curiosity came out.

"Why?" Her question seemed to please the villain.

"Darling! Look at yourself, I mean besides that, what is there to even dislike. Your unwavering..." He paused to find the right word. "Humanity. Courage, grace, optimism, intelligence. My love, I could go on."

He sneaked closer and when he softly grabbed the hero's face in his hands, she let him. "You're perfect. In every sense of the word, dear."

That wasn't new. Hero was perfect. She was thin where it looked best, and softer too. Blonde hair, blue eyes, sun kissed skin. Her tight pink spandex suit hugs all the right places, not too flashy but definitely recognizable. Her voice was like honey most of the time, often compared to her own nemesis'. She's heard it all before- the epitome of 'beauty' as some would call it. Although she'd prefer the villain arched nose, tanned skin and brown eyes.

In fact she was called perfect in the same way the villain was called cunning, genius, handsome, and compelling. Maybe that's why her cheeks flushed red and her pupils dilated. Maybe that's why he let her play with her hair as he continued whispering sweet nothings to her. Maybe it was because this was no longer the masses praising a god; but rather a god praising it's own mirror image.

The villain's hand found it's way to a scar hidden in her golden curls behind her ear. Barely 4 centimeters in length, a thin thread of raised, white skin where hair didn't grow anymore. No one knew it was there. No one except Villain.

He moved his index finger smoothly up and down the scar, almost caringly.

"I love that this is our secret." He whispered in her ear, causing her to shiver. His lips slowly inched closer until they were on her scar, they stayed there, biting and kissing, making the hero sigh with pleasure, solely supporting her head in the villain's hands.

It all finally clicked for the hero as she silently chuckled. The villain hummed, seemingly asking what's so funny?

"You only like it cause it's my only imperfection, it's you. You are my only imperfection." It seemed funny that Hero notices just now with the villain practically slobbering at their neck. He didn't seem to disturbed though. Egotistical bastard.

Without moving the villain of exactly where he shouldn't be, Hero reached for his wrist on the other side of her face. She slipped her thumb under his sleeve to find a matching scar to her's. His was thicker, planned, and much, much cleaner than her's. The villain pulled away to look at his hero.

Without breaking eye contact, she put his scar to her mouth and kissed it, every so gently- villain considered it heaven, but in reality they both knew it was an act of war. It really didn't matter to the villain as the hero made her way from his wrist to his lips, where they would revisit again and again against all better judgement.

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Triz giggled something fierce as she nodded. "I think there's really only one golden rule for a birthday and that's to have as much fun as twenty-four hours can allow. If being the icing licking, King of Taste Testers is what you want then that's what you'll be." Beatriz had loved the job growing up and, now that she'd made a career in a kitchen, tasting creations was still one of her favorite tasks; topped only by watching others enjoy her food. "You drive a hard bargain. I think even if it was your birthday I'm just so happy you're home that I couldn't say no to your handsome face even if I tried.... I really wouldn't even tried." She started to giggle again.

"I was hoping you'd ask, but I didn't want to push it. I know that your time home is limited. I'd never assume that you would choose me over time with them or push to go along." Triz smiled up at him from across the island, The mixer whipping his icing. Only when it was ready did she bring him one of the wire whip. "But I'm also never going to say no to more time with you or to getting to know a single person you love. They helped mold you into my dreamboat of a man, it would be an honor to get to finally meet them. Just say when and I'll sort out my schedule at work." She passed him his treat and watched, "What do you think?"

With a gentle nudge to his side, "They're not going to love me more. My own parents can't stand me. I'll do my best to stay in their good graces, but..." For a moment her smile faltered, "Are they going to be upset that you're with someone who hardly scraped out a high school diploma? Most people don't think very highly of restaurant workers unless it's some fancy five star place or they own it. I don't know if that's something I want or that I would ever achieve if I did."

Every single moment of her gliding around the kitchen seemed like a beautiful dream to Bryson. He couldn't even remember how many times he had imagined this sort of image while he had been away. Holding his hands up in surrender he laughed as he spoke, "As the birthday boy I promise to follow all the rules, especially if I'm staying here and getting koala clings. That sounds like the best kind of birthday, and nobody can tell me otherwise." He pointed toward the spatula, "Do I get to lick the icing off of that when you're done? You know, since I'm the birthday boy and all." He pouted playfully to add to the effect.

Relaxing against the kitchen island once more, Bryson gave her a reassuring smile. "I think it's about time you meet my family, don't you? They've been asking for you to come by with me. They already love you, and they haven't even really met you. That's all based off of what I've told him. Believe me, you're going to be a hit. You might even become their absolute favorite, and they'll adopt you over me. I think my parents always wanted another daughter, and it'll take two seconds with you before they are begging you to stay forever." He rested his chin on his hand as his elbow settled on the surface of the island. "Is that okay with you? I probably should've asked you before springing, or forcing the idea on you..."

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oh my GOD where do I begin. Uhhhmmm. Okay. So Love & Passion is a chapter is the Sasaki and Miyano: First Years novel. Every chapter in that book is from a different characters perspective, and Love & Passion is from Tashiro’s POV. It is mostly about tashiros first year of high school and his joining of the ping pong club. Here look at the cover illustration

Going under a cut now due to exceeding length.

So like. There’s like. A Lot. Certifiably. Especially if you’re a tashiro enthusiast like me. Phenomenal characterization and narration that is usually very fun and lighthearted and tashiro-esque!

Gonzaburo Tashiro, first-year. At the moment, I’m facing an insurmountable barrier.

^ First lines of the chapter. He’s continuously very silly and like. Dramatic narrator. Yknow.

And such a personality lends itself to awfully poignant lines of crippling sincerity and simplicity that make me bawl my eyes out.

I don’t get it. What happened to the loneliness?

But of course tashiro doesn’t exist in a void to we have our delightful cast of his dear friends and acquaintances! Middle school bestie shirahama, who gets him into This Whole Mess (I’ll get to that later). Dearest Hanzawa Masato, who he makes various umh. Comments about.

“Game, set!” announced the referee, a second-year.

Man, he sounds so cool saying that.

…

As I stood there, drooping mentally and physically, I was approached by the guy who had refereed our match—the club’s vice president, Hanzawa.

And last but CERTAINLY not least. Dearest dearest previous president of the ping pong club!!!!

There he is. The saulty little binch on the right.

And if you’re wondering why we call him that. Well. He’s never given a name. Ha ha! But he has such a presence. The way he speaks and moves and looks feels so intentionally intense and like. designed. He’s so on purpose. Makes me wonder if we’ll ever get a spinoff of hanzawa masato[GETS SHOT] ha ha sorry who said that. Anyways

Dearest previous president (prev pres for short) and hanzawa torment poor tashiro. Endlessly. From the moment he joined the club—which was kind of an accident (he and shirahama joined just to check it out but eventually wanted to quit, but to quit you had to win a ping pong match. Shirahama won his match against a newbie easy peasy. Tashiro got matched up against the president of the club himself. Obviously couldn’t win and thus forced to join the club permanently)—from the moment he joined the club, prev pres and hanzawa are like. All over him. Obsessed with him. He tries to skip practice but both of them come drag him out of him classroom to come practice.

But despite his desire to not really be there, he takes club so seriously. He’s so sincere about it. He knows everyone else there is really passionate about ping pong so he cant let himself be the odd man out and rain on everyone’s parade. And this paradox—being so avoidant of the club but coming to care about it and bond with other members—really catches the eye of dearest prev pres.

“I thought Tashiro’d be spoiling for a fight, but he isn’t. That’s what makes him a genius worthy of my inner circle. Remember that, Hanzawa, ‘cause when I graduate, you’re gonna be the next club president.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And I think that guy might be a good successor to you!”

Dearest tashiro overhears this and promptly realizes the two freaks he’s met will not let him out of this. Ever. But he tells himself he’ll decline the offer. Surely they’ll find “someone more appropriate. Someone more serious about the club, maybe.”

And this is what like. Gets to the heart of this chapter. Love & Passion. AND REALLY QUICK touching on the fact that all the other chapters are named in ways that refer to specific characters. They’re all in pairs, and the chapter cover art reflects that too. She & Kuresawa. Miyano & Kuresawa. Sasaki & Miyano. Senior & Junior. SO IT MAKES YOU THINK. Who is love and who is passion. Anyways Tashiro meets and knows these various people around him and they’re all so passionate about what they do and what they like. Shirahama ends up joining the basketball club and gets really into it. Miyano and kuresawa are passionate about their books and clubs. Hanzawa and previous president are passionate about ping pong. Tashiro is passionate about… ? he doesn’t really know.

We so rarely know what other people’s passions are.

“Are you into anything, Tashiro?” Ms. Toyoda asked, and I flinched.

“Uh, me? I dunno. I guess I hadn’t really thought about it.” I racked my brain for anything I might be passionate about, but nothing came to mind.”

Later in the chapter he participates in a ping pong tournament and its like. He’s like the rush of it all and cheering for him teammates and stuff but. He doesn’t cry like everyone else when he loses.

Still, when I saw players from other school practically weeping when they lost, I couldn’t help wondering: What made them so different from me? I didn’t have the passion within me to cry when I lost.

Maybe that’s what real passion looks like. What did I have, then?

…

But something held me back, a sense that ‘passion’ was reserved for something you really, truly loved. Something you couldn’t replace, couldn’t even dream of giving up.

Ping-pong isn’t exactly the hill I would die on. But then again…

And he kinda goes through this arc where its like. Im not passionate about this like everyone else. But it has given me a goal to work towards.

And amidst all that We also get into what tashiro gets up to outside of school. Namely, he frequents a bath house where hes become the grandchild of all the old people that also frequent the place. And he also practices ping pong with his new grandpas, because he totally doesnt care about ping pong. He just. Wants to win. So he can beat the president and leave. Yeah thats it.

But he never does get around to beating the president before he has to graduate. Queue the moment that makes me the most insane

“So you’re never coming back, President?” I said.

“I ain’t President anymore.”

“Not the point! I haven’t beat you yet…” I clenched my fists, a yawning, lonely feeling of loss opening within me.

“Ahh. You mean the thing about getting to quit if you win? The next president’ll keep that promise. Dont’ you worry.”

“What?”

I don’t get it. What happened to the loneliness?

The new president—in other words, Hanzawa.

This like. Special relationship hes had with the president. This game of cat and mouse remains unfulfilled. And he feels loss and he feels lonely about it. But at the same time he can renew that relationship with Hanzawa. And it suddenly doesn’t feel so lonely anymore. And its the simplicity and bluntness of this whole exchange is what really sells it—tashiro is not particularly eloquent. He’s brash and blunt but extremely observant. And thats reflected in his chapters. He recognizes the ways other people interact with the world and their expressions and language. And its so like. Factual to him. It is the way it is. And that observancy is applied to himself too. This feels lonely. Oh. This doesn’t feel lonely anymore. But he doesnt necessarily have the self-reflection to understand why he feels certain things. Anyways.

And amidst all THAT theres these few moments where he gets this really weird adjacency to queerness. Like. If i had a nickel for every moment he asked about queer people, id have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot but its strange it happened twice.

First one:

Miyano’s hobby was man-on-man romance comics. I sometimes wondered about that (like, even though he’s a guy?),

Second one, where hes relaxing in the bathhouse common area and is listening to the old ladies talk about yuri.

Finally, I asked, “What’s yuri?”

“You don’t know? It’s stories of love between girls!”

“Huh, Haven’t heard of that one before…” I guess Ms. Toyoda and her friends had been into reading that sort of thing many years ago, and now their interest was being rekindled thanks to their grandchildren. “I didn’t realize women liked stories about girl-on-girl love, too…”

And its like. ITS NOT MUCH I KNOW. But it really is so weird it happened twice. Why did author Hachijo Kotoko do this. What does it mean. AND THEN IT ALL COMES BACK TO THE TITLE. Love & Passion.

I may not have that burning love that Miyano or Ms. Toyoda have, I thought.

Like. Specifically calling out the love miyano and Ms. Toyoda have. For queer stories. It sits so strange with me. Oddly meaningful but i dont know what it means.

Anyways. There’s also a really good shirahama and tashiro moment that i could get into but. I wont. Yet.

Anyways again. All that writing and i feel like i haven’t even touched on everything. Did not talk nearly enough about hanzawa’s presence but like. It’s very specific and hard to explain. But i also have an incessant desire to just quote like the entire chapter. So just go try to read it if you can. I unfortunately don’t know of any sources online but who knows. The book also has a second tashiro pov chapter so like. Cannot recommend it enough. I love tashiro gonzaburou so so much. He’s everything to me. Peace and love on planet tashiro.

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In A Year's Time

Pairing: Dilf!Bucky Barnes x Teacher!Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: so many actually okay okay let's see oral (f & m receiving) multiple/forced orgasms, praise (they're so in love plz), minor breeding kink, unprotected sex (wrap it UP yall), so many pet names, marking for sure, I hope I got everything lmao

Genre: So much fluff and some nice smut to top it off ^3^

Summary: Happy Anniversary to dilf!Bucky and his teacher girlfriend

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You clap your hands to your class's attention, waiting for them to clap the rhythm back at you.

"Alright kids, pull out your math workbooks we're gonna do-" you trail off when a knock on the doorframe of your classroom distracts you. When you turn your head, Bucky's smiling at you with a bouquet of flowers.

"James! Hi." You say walking over to him with a confused chuckle.

"Hey doll, sorry to interrupt." Bucky meets you before you get all the way to the door.

"I love you and, of course, I'm happy to see you, but I thought we were meeting later? Did I get that wrong?"

"Nah we're still meeting later, just wanted to get a jump on things. Brought you flowers." He says handing you the flowers and kissing your cheek. This, obviously, sends your class of eight year olds into a flurry of squeals and oos.

"Settle down my dears." You tell them with a chuckle. "This is a wonderful surprise sweetheart, the flowers are beautiful." You say to Bucky softly.

"I thought you'd like them. I don't wanna derail your class too much so I'm gonna go. I'll pick you up at 7?"

"Yeah that's fine, thank you for stopping by." You smile at him. Bucky gives you one last kiss before leaving your classroom.

"Miss y/n!" One of your students, Alya, shoots her hand into the air as you set the flowers on your desk.

"Yes miss Alya?" You look at her.

"Is that your boyfriend?" She asks.

"Yes, it is. Today's our anniversary but, he's like this most of the time." You muse. Several of your students oo and aw at your statement.

"He's so handsome Miss y/n!" Carla, another student, tells you.

"He is, isn't he?" You laugh. "Anyway lovelies, get out your math workbooks if you didn't before, we're going to continue working on fractions." You say refocusing to get through your lesson plan. You finish out the afternoon with your kids and get everyone ready to go home for the day. You sit at your desk, doing some grading while kids get picked up or leave to get on their buses. By the time the last of your students are dismissed, it's after four. You pack up your things and head home to get ready for your anniversary with your bouquet from Bucky in hand. When you get home you immediately put the flowers in a vase with water before getting into the shower. You take your time, enjoying the hot water on your skin after a long day.

By the time you finally step out of the shower, it's almost six. You put on a knee-length black off-shoulder dress with a short slit in it. Your makeup for the night is a gold smokey eye with red lipstick. You finish the outfit with red heels, some gold earrings, and a matching necklace plus a gold clutch bag. Once you've finished getting ready it's almost 7. You use the extra time to clean up the mini tornado you caused while getting ready. When you hear a knock on your apartment door you grab your purse and open it to find Bucky waiting with his hands in his pockets. He lets out a slow whistle as he takes you in.

"God, you look gorgeous." He breathes and you giggle at the compliment.

"You look pretty good yourself, and we match." You tell him stepping into the hall to lock your door. He's wearing a red dress shirt and black slacks. It's almost like he knew what you'd be wearing.

"I know my girl." He shrugs holding out his arm to you. You loop your arm through his and let him lead you to his car. You don't talk on the drive there, not for lack of conversation or anything, Bucky just hasn't told you where you're going and you're hoping to guess before you get there. After about 20 minutes, he pulls up to a nice restaurant you've never been to before. He parks and walks around to your side of the car, opening your door and helping you out. He always insists on it when you're out together. You look at him curiously as he leads you inside.

"I was talking to Sam and he said this was a really good place for Italian food. I know we've never been but since you really like Italian I thought it'd be a nice spot." Bucky explains finally before talking to the maitre D.

"It looks lovely." You say quietly as you're led to your table.

"Well hopefully the food lives up." He hums.

"Besides surprising me at school this afternoon, how was your day?" You ask him while looking over the menu.

"It was great, got tons of errands done since I didn't go into the bookstore today."

"Productive then. That's lovely."

"How was the rest of your day pan out? Did I totally screw up your lesson plan?"

"Not totally. The kiddos had some questions but, we managed to get back to fractions pretty quickly once I answered a few of them." 

"Questions, huh?"

"Just who you were, really. They think you're handsome." You smile.

"That's cute." Bucky chuckles.

"It was! I think I'll keep the flowers in my classroom. They're at home now because- I didn't have a vase at school but I plan to take them back." You tell him. Before he can reply, a server comes up to you and asks if you're ready to order. You each order your choices and Bucky picks a wine to share that will go with both of your meals.

"Did you- look up wine pairings before we came here?" You ask, surprised with how quickly he decided on a wine.

"Well, not technically but I've been learning my way around wine selections. Nat says it's an important skill to have." He shrugs.

"I dunno how important I'd say it is but it is impressive."

"If it's impressive to you then I'd say it's plenty important." Bucky picks your hand up from the table to place a kiss on the back of it and you feel your cheeks heat. The conversation changes then and the two of you shift to sharing memories of the last year over your meal. You laugh over things like Lily's meddling to get you together and your first few awkward dates where you were both still too nervous about things being perfect, milestones like the day Bucky asked you to be his girlfriend, or when you threw him a party for his birthday. Bucky surprises you with his recollection of silly moments you hadn't even realized he noticed and you surprise him with pictures you've taken when he's not looking. The food is wonderful, though you're barely thinking about that because you're so focused on enjoying each other's company, but you do split a desert before you finally leave the restaurant arm in arm. When you're back in the car Bucky doesn't start the car right away.

"Is everything alrigh-" before you can even finish your question, Bucky kisses you fiercely with a hand at the back of your neck holding you in place. You kiss him back with as much passion as he's giving you and you're panting by the time he pulls away.

"I've been wanting to do that all night, but I knew you'd scold me for messing up your lipstick." Bucky says breathily as he leans back into his own seat with his hand still gently against your neck.

"Oh." Is the only response you can muster at first, "well, dinner's over now so- I guess it's okay." You add.

"You know, Steve has Lily for til morning if you'd like to... keep celebrating." Bucky says. His hand is now on your leg, a thumb distractingly rubbing against the skin exposed by your slit.

"It- sounds like you have something in mind." You mutter.

"Oh trust me, I do." Bucky hums. You lean over the center console, close enough that your lips practically graze his ear.

"Well, show me." You say softly, nipping his ear. The action makes him shudder and before you've even settled back into your seat Bucky's pulling out of the parking lot a little too fast. "Bucky slow down." You giggle at his sudden eagerness.

"You say things like that to me and expect me not to react? Come on doll I nearly ripped your dress off right there in the parking lot." Bucky says, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

"We have all night for you to do whatever you want to me James just don't crash before we get there." You muse.

"I love you baby but if you keep talking that way we aren't going to get there." Bucky grumbles. You chuckle to yourself but decide not to push his buttons anymore. The rest of your drive is quiet and quick. Bucky hops out of the car and rushes over to open your door for you. You try not to laugh as Bucky leads you to his front door. He unlocks the door and practically pulls you into the house. You take a second to shut the door behind you although as you're trying to lock it, Bucky cages you between the door and his body. You manage to twist the lock before Bucky kisses you intensely. Bucky's lips against yours make you gasp and he uses the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You moan into the kiss, getting lost in the feel of your boyfriend's lips. You shove Bucky's suit jacket from his shoulders and make quick work of the buttons on his shirt, your fingers dancing against his skin, enjoying the way his muscles react to your touch. Before you can move the shirt off of him, Bucky drags your dress from your shoulders and you let it drop to your feet. His hands slide down your sides, settling at the back of your thighs.

"Jump up for me lovely." Bucky mutters sweetly against your lips. You wrap your legs around his waist and Bucky carries you through his house to his bedroom all while you kiss him repeatedly the whole way there. When Bucky tosses you onto his bed you giggle and he looks at you curiously. "What're you giggling about?" He quirks an eyebrow up and smirks.

"Oh nothing really." You bite your lip, barely hiding a smile as Bucky climbs onto the bed.

"What is it doll?" He sing-songs, kissing at your neck to coax an answer out of you.

"I-it's nothing, just... I like the way you throw me around that's all." You moan as Bucky decorates your throat with blooms of red.

"You like being thrown around? I'll keep that in mind." Bucky chuckles, his kisses trailing down your skin. He tugs your bra down enough to expose your breasts and immediately wraps his lips around one of your nipples, fingers tweaking the other one. You whimper as Bucky's ministrations tug at your core so perfectly. Your hands latch onto his shoulders, shuddering when he rolls your nipple between his teeth. Bucky continues to kiss his way down your abdomen until he's nestled between your legs. The sound of ripping fabric makes you gasp as your pussy is exposed.

"Did you just rip my panties?!"

"They were in the way. I'll replace them." He grumbles.

"You're not usually so impatient." You muse. Bucky huffs in a way that you're sure means he's rolled his eyes but he doesn't respond to you, instead he licks a stripe between your folds that snatches the amusement from your voice with a sharp inhale. With his hands on your hips he locks you in place as he dives in. Your fingers bury themselves in his hair when his tongue lavishes your clit with attention. He licks and sucks at your core until you're twitching beneath him, pending orgasm winding you tight.

"Bucky, I- I'm. Oh my God!" you whine loudly as Bucky works you towards release with his tongue.

"Go ahead doll, let go." He tells you, suctioning your clit into his mouth harsh enough to pull your orgasm from you with a loud cry.

"Holy fuck." You pant out as you wait for your heart to stop pounding in your ears. You whimper as Bucky continues to lap at your folds, the sensitivity of your clit making you squirm.

"Hold still sweetheart." Bucky says against you, two fingers joining his mouth between your legs. His tongue focuses on your clit again while his fingers work you open. Bucky curls and stretches his digits inside you in ways only he knows how.

"Feels so good Bucky." You moan, grinding against his hand and mouth as that tightening in your core gets stronger with each passing moment.

"Gonna cum again for me doll?" His tone is slightly amused as he watches you bend at his hand.

"God yes. Please!" You whine, feeling the pressure build.

"Lemme taste you again y/n. You taste so good baby, cum for me." His words come out almost sounding like a plea and your back arches as another orgasm washes over you. When Bucky continues lick you through your orgasm you tug his hair hard enough to force him away.

"I swear if I let you you'd never stop." You shake your head, pulling him up to kiss you.

"Sometimes I don't." He mutters against your lips. You taste yourself on his tongue as you get lost in the feel of his mouth on yours. It's true, some nights he'll eat you out until you practically pass out on him, but tonight is your anniversary, and you want to give as much as you get so you push Bucky backwards until he's standing at the foot of his bed and you make quick work of freeing him from his pants and boxers. You take him in your hand and slowly trace the prominent vein that runs along his shaft with your tongue before taking the head between your lips. Bucky lets out a strangled groan as you suck eagerly on the tip of his dick while gently stroking the length of him. He's hot and heavy in your grip as you slowly take more of him into your mouth each time you bob your head. You look up at him once you set a steady rhythm reveling in the way his mouth drops open and his chest rises harshly. You watch his reactions as you suck his dick enjoying each groan, each curse, and each shuddering breath he releases at your ministrations. His right hand is in your hair but he makes no attempt to take control of your actions, surrendering to the feel of your mouth on him. It takes you practically no time at all to work him almost over the edge, by the time he's grunting for you to slow down he's already passed the point of no return.

"Fucking hell baby, hang on a sec." His strangled grumble makes you want to giggle but you can't lest you stop. His fingers in your hair tighten in a warning that you ignore, moving noisily up and down his length until his release floods your mouth. You swallow as it comes, only letting him go with a pop when his dick stops twitching in your mouth. He leans forward a bit, taking support from the edge of the bed and you giggle at the effect you have on him. "What part of 'hang on a sec' wasn't clear enough to you?" He asks breathlessly.

"Just reminding you that you're not the only one that can pull oragsms from someone in this room babe." You smile cheekily.

"Trust me that's a lesson I'm not likely to forget." Bucky chuckles pulling your legs from under you to get you on your back.

"Let's hope not. I review it often enough." You joke, shuffling up the bed a bit. 

"And trust me I am not complaining." He hums lining himself up with your entrance.

"Would be a shame if you were since I enjoy doing it so m-" your sentence is cut off by a gasp as Bucky thrusts into you suddenly.

"You were saying y/n?" He teases rolling his hips into yours leisurely.

"J-oh. Uhhh just that I like sucking your dick." You manage to get out the words though they're breathy as Bucky starts to set a rhythm.

"God you're so perfect." Bucky grunts, hands gripping your hips roughly. As much as his hold will allow, you rock against him, thrusting up to match his movements.

"Fuck- feels so good Bucky." You moan.

"Yeah? You like that baby, don't you?"

"Yes! God yes, so much." You whimper, back arching into Bucky's body. Bucky's thrusts are sharp and deep dragging you towards another orgasm. Your fingers claw helplessly at Bucky's back, red lines decorating the expanse of skin, making him hiss.

"Shit you're so fucking warm baby. Taking me so perfectly." Bucky sighs out. Bucky's fingers find your clit, making you jolt when starts toying with the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Holy shit Bucky."

"Cum for me y/n. Want you to cream all on my dick." Bucky grunts. With a few rough circles rubbed into your clit, he sends you over the edge for the third time. At this point, you're a twitching mess of whimpers as you come down, Bucky's continued thrusts prolonging your blissed out state.

"You're so pretty doll." He says kissing you gently, a notable contrast to the way he drives into you. Bucky's head snaps back and you realize his rhythm has changed. His thrusts are erratic now as he chases his orgasm.

"You're close aren't you Bucky? You wanna cum inside me? Fill me up?" Your mind finally clear enough to coax Bucky. Your hand at the back of his neck pulls him towards you, littering his throat with hickeys until his hips still against yours and hot white paints your walls. Bucky lowers his head to your chest, breathing heavy against your skin. You wrap your arms around him to hug him to you. He always complains about crushing you if you ask him to do this on his own but he never has the will to move when you pull him against you yourself.

"Happy anniversary baby." Bucky mutters as you run your fingers through his hair.

"Happy anniversary indeed." You giggle.

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Scar Tissue (Good Omens One-Shot)

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A year. One whole year. Three hundred and sixty-five days. That’s how long it’s been since you had your top surgery. 

It had been a long time coming and amidst family members worrying that it was a waste of money or that you would change your mind or regret it in ten years, Aziraphale had been a breath of fresh air. 

You’d clung to him when you’d mentioned casually that you’d booked in and he’d answered that comment with praise and excitement for you. He was the first to respond to you with genuine joy and not concern. 

He took you to your surgery- or rather he came with you because he didn’t have a car, and he waited for you to wake up. When you did, you’d caught him reading Pride and Prejudice for what you were pretty sure was the seventieth time. 

“My dear, are you up?” You hear, and the honey-smooth sound of his voice breaks you out of your memories. Aziraphale appears over your shoulder in the floor-length mirror and he gives you a soft smile. Your fingers trail over your chest and the soft bumps of your scarring. 

Aziraphale clocks the movement, and presses a kiss to your shoulder. 

“You know I like to see you shirtless, my dear, but I might be a little unsure how the theatre will take to it,” he teases, eyeing you appreciatively up and down. You snort, turning to wrap your hands around his neck in a tender embrace.

“Do you know what day it is?” You ask, and Aziraphale crinkles his face in that unamused way he sometimes does when he doesn’t realise you know that he knows what you’re talking about. 

“I believe today is the anniversary of your procedure,” he answers with a soft nod. “Do correct me if I am wrong, however,” he added. 

You nod, and a grin splits over your lips. You can’t help it. Aziraphale’s expression catches the bug, and he’s then grinning too. He walks you back to the bed, and when your knees hit the frame, you sit down, leaning back with your arms propped behind you. 

“I was so proud, do you remember?” He asks, trailing a warm finger over your cheek. “And my, aren’t you handsome? I’ve heard some humans don’t care for scars- but yours are stunning. Breathtaking.” 

His lips trail your jaw, down your neck and over your chest. He presses a feather-light kiss to the top of one of your scars, and the soft tickle causes you to suck in a breath. 

“To be so brave, and so true to yourself, my love. It’s- the truest we can be to God, do you agree?” 

You suppose that’s true enough. 

“You were incredibly brave, my handsome warrior and the trials have certainly paid off. Why- I can see you in a Greek painting. You would certainly suit the style.” 

You have to bite back a laugh as he caresses a soft finger over the scar. He presses more kisses to your skin, seeming to have forgotten about the movies. Not that you’d mind that. You were only really going to keep him company. What else were partners good for? 

You note a glint in his eye and make a mental note to dissuade him from trying to get a painting of you commissioned. Because he will, you can see it on his face. He’s thinking about it. 

“Alright, love,” you say, tapping his nose with the tip of your finger. “Come on, we’ll be late if we don’t go soon. Pick a sweater for me?”

Aziraphale steps away and peers at the two options you had sitting on the wardrobe handles. 

“I rather think the brown. It will match with my tartan, no?” 

You chew on your lip, adoration sweeping you off your feet for him. 

“Good choice.”

[writermuses]

Rhett waited to until they'd given the waiter their drink orders and Ice was settled laying under their outdoor seats before he kept on talking. "Sorry, I do come into town with my brothers regularly. This is one of our favorite spots, but that also means that every hostess, waiter, and chef knows all of us sober and wasted. I'd rather not give 'em anything to talk mess about. This," He playfully gestured between Brooke and himself, "Well, I can live with 'em questioning it, y'know us co-parenting and all."

He was chuckling at the joke as the waiter came back with their drinks, nearly causing Rhett to jump out of his skin. Their eyebrows were several inches up their forehead and he sighed, "Co-parenting Ice, the baby dog under the table. Don't go tellin' the whole town I'm Brooke's baby daddy. You'll upset half the town that's got bets on it being Wyatt who'll knock someone up and the rest that are trying to speed it up by charming Garrett." His firm but playful tone and how he crossed his arms as he told them off seemed enough to get them to say they would be back for orders.

Opening the menu, Rhett chuckled and shook his head. "You've gotta warn me when trouble's coming, Goldie." Ice whined under the table and he leaned down, scratching the dog's bottom as he watched him nudge his cold nose against Brooke. "I can't believe he was so quick to pick somebody to love other than me. You should've seen him in his litter. All these chaotic balls of white and he was so chill, following me around, couldn't be bothered to play with the others. Such a singularly focused little guy and look at him now. You sure you didn't take a barbecue sauce bath?"

Brooke laughed softly as the dog licked her face and rolled over to demand more pets, that she of course didn't hesitate to provide for him. "Apparently not. Just don't bring me to court." she teased playfully, watching as he crouched down with them. Their hands brushing against each other sent a rush of electricity through her and she already knew she was dangerously hooked. Another chuckle left her and she nodded. "Truer words have never been spoken." she agreed, knowing her brother could eat anything and everything.

She stood and brushed herself off a bit from Iceman's hair. She felt her phone go off in her back pocket and she pulled it free, reading the message, unable to help the smile that curled the corner of his lips. "Cute." she commented, tipping her phone in her hand to reference the picture he'd sent. She saved his contact as "Ice's Dad Rhett" and returned her phone to her pocket, falling comfortably in stride with the tall man and the dog, both of whom had noticeably longer strides than her. "I didn't say that!" she countered with a slight shake of her head and a small chuckle. "I just didn't know if that was like...realistic." she admitted with a small shrug. "Oh, okay, well that's good. I don't want to worry about his safety on your days." she teased, continuing with the co-parent joke he'd started. Brooke looked at him, her brows furrowing slightly, but stayed quiet until they were shown their table. Taking a seat she looked back at him with a small smile. "You come here a lot? With...a gaggle of brothers it sounds like?" she asked with a slight teasing tone.