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[reveluving]

Phillip Graves getting jealous because his shy wife is getting flirted on by someone else but she doesn't know how to respond?? Yes please!!

(could be sfw at first but when they get back home graves pounds his wife against any surface he sees because he can't stand seeing his wife getting flirted on right in front of him)

YUUUUH I HAVE JUST THE THING!! I know, it's been AGES with these, and this one from last year but I still hope you like it! and I know you said doing the nasty back home, but I thought "man, I'm already here. might as well!" and filthy-ize(???) it even more for good measure 😘💗

Includes; soft (& slightly mean dom) & possessive graves, fingerf~cking, unprotected sex (p in v), petnames ('sugar', 'pretty girl'), licking, biting & marking, praising, dirty talking, mentions of voyeurism & exhibitionism!!

COD x shy!wife thots closed! Thank you, everyone, for your time & amazing minds! I sincerely hope I can do this again with y'all soon! 💌

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It happens. 

A lot.

The library, your favourite diner, your flower shop—anywhere.

It happens more than you can imagine, but with Phil around, it’s mostly from afar. The kind where they could only dream about making a move on you, if not for the guard dog with the sharp tongue.

Hence, when he’s not around, he worries a little for you, but he knows you can protect yourself when needed, thanks to the self-defence lessons he has given you when you were still dating.

So, imagine the unlucky bastard who thought it was a good idea to take advantage of your gracious hospitality, not knowing your husband was around.

It happened when he had finished work, but instead of heading home, he took the route where your flower shop was. Closing time was ten minutes ago so he knew you’d be waiting for him at the cafe next door, probably nursing a cup of your favourite drink or nibbling on a pastry.

He hated it whenever he couldn’t reach you on the dot or before, no matter how many times you’ve reassured him. 

Reaching the neighbourhood shops was like a breath of fresh air, enjoying the sense of familiarity and the breeze as he turned the corner, passing by the cafe first.

But with a glance, his brows furrowed, seeing that you were nowhere in sight. He quickly took it as a sign that you were still working, though a thirty-minute overtime was almost uncommon of you.

He parked his convertible close to the entrance of your shop but still out of view, and for a brief moment, he caught sight of you through the window. 

And just his mood lifted, ready to greet you with open arms, his smile dropped.

You were dealing with a customer, a man likely in his 30s and dressed, well, if one were told to dress formally, and they did it haphazardly, then that was exactly what it was. His body language was a little awkward, almost unsure what pose may look alluring in your eyes.

Though Phil had a knack for judging certain people by their looks, if and only if their personality rubbed him the wrong way, he didn’t have an issue thinking of the worst insults about the man, if not for the uncomfortable smile on your face.

So, leaning against the wall, away from you or the man’s sight, he listened in. 

“So, your husband’s in the military, huh?” He asked, but Phil wasn’t dumb enough to think it wasn’t a sneer in disguise. Probably thought he held some rookie position, “Must be hard not having someone to hold to every night.”

Phil didn’t bother hiding the scornful look on his face.

“It’s not bad,” He immediately perked up at the sound of your voice. The gentle sound that could heal even his worst wounds, “He finds time to check up on me.” 

Whether or not you were telling the truth or if you were downplaying your thoughts if his absence really did bother you, he’ll ask you later, but for now, he wanted to tell you how proud he was. Not letting some schmuck stick their nose in someone else’s business, and your marriage, no less.

“Well, sure, but look at you! I don’t know about you but if I had a girl like you? Shoot, I don’t I’d ever get any work done,” The audacity. Phil’s jaw tightened, listening to him weakly defend himself when you didn’t respond, undoubtedly displeased by his unnecessary opinion, “But that’s just me, y’know.”

“Right, um,” You turned to the row of flower pots, using the second to roll your eyes to the back of your head before showing him the bunch of bluebells in your hands, “How about some bluebells?”

The man pretended to think, “Nah, I mean, they’re cute but I’m looking for something… more,” He then leaned in, resting his arm on the counter, “A little bland, if I’m being honest with you.”

You forced a smile, but Phil, oh Phil.

He wasn’t smiling. 

Who was this man, no, who was this kid to not see how uncomfortable you were with his god-awful ‘flirting’ skills and judge your taste in your very own store?

“That’s fine, I’m sure we can find something else.” Oh, that pitiful tone of yours. Just how long has this man been bothering you?

You bit down a sigh, placing the bluebells back into their pot before walking back to the back of the counter. You knelt, possibly looking for something else, though Phil wouldn’t blame you if you were doing so to drown him out for a bit.

Phil had listened long enough. Moving off the wall, he clicked on the lock button of his car keys. He spun his keys on his finger as he entered the shop, the rattling sounds prompted the man to follow his figure. His eyebrows knitted further, more so when Phil casually stopped right in front of the counter as if used to coming over.

His eyes darted from Phil’s attire; simple yet sophisticated, and how he carried himself, then the convertible behind him. The sudden insecurity forming in the guy’s mind was a no-brainer.

You must’ve heard the extra pair of footsteps and the keys, “I’ll be right with you!” 

He didn’t respond, opting to eye the man—Chad, which he would later learn—with full of judgement. The latter flinched when their eyes met, though he tried to act cool soon by clearing his throat.

But the stare may have been too much for him, as he asked, his voice less confident than before, “Do I know you?” 

“You tell me.” He responded loud enough for you to hear, and just as he hoped, you straightened, visibly lighting up at the sight of him. 

“Phil!” You cheered, already forgetting about the customer as you rushed over to your husband for a hug, “I thought you wouldn’t be back until tonight?”

He shrugged, wrapping one of his arms around you while he caressed the apple of your cheek with his free hand, “Change o’plans. Drove here as fast as I could.” He gave you a lazy smile, more so when you jutted out your bottom lip, pouting at his statement. 

“Phil, you know how I feel about you speeding home,” You sighed, despite leaning into his touch, “But I’m glad you’re back. Safe.”

You couldn’t stay mad at him, not with that cheeky smile of his before he pressed his lips onto yours. You could feel the upturn of his lips when you yelped, and he didn’t even bother hiding his amusement—his delighted huff when you returned the kiss.

But before he could feel you, before he could melt into your hands as they held his face, you broke the kiss, almost hiding in his chest for a moment before motioning to the man watching—his face that of panicked realization.

“Phil—Customer…”

Ew.

Well, at least he learnt he had messed with the wrong married woman.

Phil suddenly grinned, and a painfully fake one, judging by the lack of positive emotion, or any emotion in his eyes as he looked at Chad.

“Y’here for an arrangement?”

“U–Uh, no. I’m just… looking around. Thinking of buying one for my, uh, girl.”

The man wasn’t dumb enough to think the smirk on Graves’ face wasn’t the face of mockery. A man who has done enough interrogations to know just how much he was bullshitting.

“Huh, Y’must be lookin’ for a special one if you’re makin’ my girl workin’ overtime,” He glanced at the clock just hanging by the door, his arm not leaving you once, “Y’sleepin’ in the dog house or somethin’?” 

“Phil.” You hissed, and ever so cutely, might your husband add. You briefly apologised to Chad, even if you wanted nothing more than to send him on his way.

“Sorry, sorry,” If you noticed his lack of sincerity, you didn't call him out on it. Graves held his hand out, the corner of his lips twitched when Chad took a step back, “Graves. Commander and CEO. Proud husband of this pretty girl right here.” 

Chad accepted, albeit hesitantly, nearly squawking when Phil purposely squeezed his hand. He had a feeling he wouldn't mind breaking his arm if it weren't for the obvious repercussions and well, you being there. 

“Mr Thompson was just looking for a bouquet for his girlfriend. It might take a minute so you can hang around for a bit while I help him.” You explained, standing close to your husband, now that he was with you.

“Or,” Phil spoke, and you should’ve suspected something was up just by his tone, despite his so-called generous offer, “I help him look for what he needs, while you go ahead and close up, get your bag, lock the back room and all.”

You raised your brows, “Phil, are you sure?”

He hummed, “C’mon. ‘Bout time I put my flower knowledge into good use. And who knows?” He glanced at Chad, sharply. With his eyes on the unwanted customer, he leaned to your side, as if whispering, despite making sure Chad heard him loud and clear, “It’s probably nothin’ more than a lil’ trouble in paradise. Nothin’ I can’t sort out, man to man.”

You thought for a moment. You had your suspicions when Chad stopped by the same time your shift ended. And while you wouldn’t have minded, he wasn’t exactly helpful about his request either. Giving you doubtful answers such as his supposed girlfriend’s favourite colour or the occasion. 

Plus, you were a little eager to be away from Chad, even for a short while.

In the end, you nodded, much to Chad’s horror.

“Okay, I just need to organize a few boxes in the back,” You squeezed Phil's arm, “Thank you. I won’t take long.”

Sliding his hand down your arm, he raised your hand to his lips before letting you go.

“Take all the time y’need, pretty girl,” And as soon as you were out of sight, his voice dropped, the upturn of his lips now in a manner that Chad knew this was going to be anything but a quick talk amongst men about which apology flowers were the best, “Take all the time y’need.”

His smile was nowhere to be seen as he leaned against the counter, crossing his arms as he watched Chad pinching a leaf of random flower in the guise of interest.

But by the third flower, Graves had enough, surprising Chad with his authoritative tone.

“Y’just gonna stand there and ruin my wife’s flowers or are y’goin’ to buy somethin’ and get out?” 

“I’m…” Chad began but Phil didn’t give him the satisfaction to explain himself. He didn’t need to.

“Look. I’m really fuckin’ tired, and my girl is, too, but I’m sure you’re too busy trying to look down her dress to notice that.”

“That’s—”

“Cut,” He didn’t even need to raise a single finger as the tone he normally used on his team on a bad or serious day was enough to shut the man up, “... the bullshit, alright? Y’can buy all the flowers you want to impress her, save a puppy as soon as you see her coincidentally walk by at the park. Fuckin’ pick-me.”

The impatient smile plastered on his face told Chad everything about the commander’s patience.

“I know a degenerate when I see one.” Chad knew not to trust how calm Phil sounded, “And I know she can defend herself just fine. Hell, I taught her everything she needs to know t’deal with boys like you. But I can tell y’one thing; I’ll do so much worse than what she’s already capable of.”

Graves’ heavy footsteps sounded like a disaster waiting to happen in mere seconds before he stood in the middle of the shop.

“Might wanna get out while y’can.” He gritted out, and Chad didn’t waste a second to find out what would’ve happened if he didn’t that very instance, whether it was from you or your husband.

You returned just in time to find Graves appreciating the tulips, though, unbeknownst to you, he was also slightly miffed that some were stained by Chad’s hands alone.

“Oh, did he find what he needed?”

“‘Guess so. Took off as soon as he figured it out. He didn’t buy anythin’ though,” He swiftly carried the bag for you, pulling you in for a kiss on your forehead, “Sorry he wasted y’time.”

“That’s alright,” You grinning, not expecting him to apologize over that, “I just need to keep the flowers in the back. Mind helping me?”

Of course he didn't mind.

He moved with you, carrying much more stock to the cool room where the unsold flowers were kept. During his second run, he lightly tapped you on the ass, stealing a kiss before telling you to lock the register instead. You did just that, carefully organizing the cash and coins before locking it.

Phil worked with ease, pushing necessary pots and displays to one side and pulling the blinds down like the tasks were at the back of his hand. But he didn’t draw the blinds close all the way, though, leaving a small opening at the bottom of the windows where you and Graves could see the sun shining through and the feet of passers-by. 

But unbeknownst to you, he locked the front door and with great care, avoided the usual click.

He shamelessly glanced at you at every possible moment, watching you sit prettily as you focused on your task behind the counter. 

Once his side was done, he approached you, stannding in between your legs as soon as you locked the register.

“All done.” You smiled, crinkles forming in your eyes.

“Perfect.” He opened up his arms, closing the space in between as you embraced. But just as you basked in the wholesome reunion, you froze up, eyes wide at a familiar tent prodding your stomach. He didn't bother concealing his amusement, his smile grew at your giggles, showering one side of your face with kisses to hear more of you. 

“Thought he'd never leave.” He murmured against your skin with zero shame, which prompted you to pull back.

“You threw him out?” You asked in disbelief.

“He threw himself out,” He shrugged, not exactly lying but telling you the whole truth either. He cooed at your little frown, even holding his hand up in a saluting manner, “I’m serious. Scout's honour.” 

“Were you even a scout?” 

“Nope,” He responded without missing a beat, “But I do know how to tie a knot.” 

“Phil!” You smacked his arm, but it did nothing to deter him, “I wasn't even gone that long.” 

“Four minutes was all I needed.” He brushed his nose against your neck, looping his arms around you. You couldn't help but melt, sighing but more so in contentment than disappointment. Granted, you were anything but the latter, but who knows where your business would be if Phil did, well, whatever to your customers the way he did to Chad.

“He was bothering ya.” You knew it wasn't a question and there was no point denying it, so you hummed in confirmation.

“Kinda figure that out after a while,” You shrugged, though you didn't want him to worry either, “I, uh, had my suspicion as soon as I asked him what he was looking for.”

“Yeah? What did he really tell ya?” 

“Just said he wanted some pretty flowers for a pretty lady, and then,” You mimicked the awkward eyebrow-wiggles he did to you, much to Phil’s amusement and disdain, “And then said no to all of my suggestions.”

Phil’s tutting was akin to a Southern mother's, being his blood and all. That, and he was having second-hand embarrassment—to think Chad thought he'd have a chance using that line on you.

Hell, on anyone.

“It was getting a little embarrassing, honestly.” You couldn't help but snort, only for your smile to grow when he, too, expressed his amusement. 

‘A little’ was putting it lightly.

“You and me, sugar.”  

You leaned your weight against him just as he did against the counter, figuring that this was one of those days where he needed to just relax. Be around you as if you exuded great energy, and in his eyes, you were.

A far cry from the more despicable chaos he and his partnering team have to deal with for a living.

You brushed your fingers along his stubble, smiling to yourself at the familiar, prickly sensation. Ever the perceptive man, he angled his face so your lips were pressed on his instead of his cheek.

It was much needed for the both of you as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. Though, you tried not to go too far with it, your nerves rising as your eyes flitted to the door, despite Phil’s breathy reassurance that he locked it.

Noticing your hesitance, he broke the kiss to rest his head in the crook of your neck. His warm breath tickled you, more so when his hands languidly moved up and down your body.

But then, his hands didn't stop moving upwards.

He swiftly pulled down the straps of your dress, trailing his lips along your shoulder. Though the dress wasn't fully removed, the way you haphazardly held the front of it against your chest, amplifying your cleavage which was just as alluring as you were topless.

“Phil!” You choked out, and yet, he continued. Licking across your newly exposed skin with the tip of his tongue. Starting from the collarbone, down to your tits when he squeezed your breasts together, and then, sucking on the plush at random spots. Eager to leave a mark wherever he could with shameless sounds of suckling and pops, “Here?!” 

If the way your hand shot up to his hair, massaging his scalp and pulling his head close instead of pushing him away was anything to go by, he knew dead set on making you scream.

He took a step back, encouraging you to stand up before hooking his arms under your ass, lifting you effortlessly to seat you on the counter.

His bulge was snug against you, thanks to his taller stature. The way his hands slid down your thighs prompted you to wrap your legs around him, despite the growing warmth in your face at the lewd display. There was something about the sliver of possibility of being watched that raised both your worries and anticipation, despite the opaqueness of the cream-coloured window blinds.

Plus, the shop wasn't exactly soundproof either.

He leaned forward, forcing you to lie back on the surface. His lips hadn't slowed down since, enjoying your squirms and breathless moans as he peppered your neck in kisses before raising his head.

“My wife's a beaut, isn't she?” He whispered against your temple, rolling one of your tits in between his fingers before sliding his hand down to your thigh, squeezing the plush of it, “Got these boys actin’ stupid around ya.” 

You gasped when his hand slid further under your skirt. He toyed with the waistband of your panties, teasingly pulling them up and wedging the lacy material in between your sopping pussy.

“Even I can't resist her sweet lil’ charm,” He purred, pulling your panties to the side and then bunching the hem of your dress for him to delight in all its glory, “Y’know that, don't cha?” 

He swiped two of his fingers across your lips. Even the softest touch elicited the most delicious squelch he had ever heard. 

He hummed in approval, teasing you to his heart's delight, “But she's also so, so dirty, deep down,” He made sure you made the slightest mess, letting your juices drip bit by bit, down to your tight hole and the counter itself, “And this—this is only f’me to see, right, pretty girl?’ 

He captured your lips with his before you could even muster out a breathless ‘yes’, the kiss ending just as quickly as it happened before tapping your lips with his fingers.

You didn't need to be told, but that didn't mean it was any less embarrassing. But his approving hum at your first, kitten-like lick was encouraging. It had you chasing after his praises, verbal or otherwise. 

His cock was downright throbbing, wishing it was his cock you were eagerly drooling on instead of his fingers, but who was he to say he wasn't enjoying the view in hand either? 

Once he was sure they were wet enough, he slid them out of your mouth, crudely enjoying the string of saliva for a second before dropping his fingers to your cunt. 

He mirrored your parted lips, watching your face scrunch up as he eased in one finger. Your whimper was pitiful, and the slightly wicked side of him couldn’t help but coo at you almost condescendingly, knowing you could handle something much bigger than his mere finger, even if they were much thicker than yours. 

He set a torturing pace, taking in the way your body moved, rolling your hips in hopes you’d have his fingers knuckles-deep in you. The way you half-heartedly covered your face with one hand was endearing, probably too overwhelmed by his unapologetic stare.

Then, he cranked up the speed with two fingers, greedy for more of your juices leaking out each time he moved in and out. And by the time you were clenching around three fingers, he was ruthless with his pace. 

Unforgiving. 

He looked euphoric just from bringing the pleasure to you, tipping his head back as he listened to you struggling to hold back your moans and whines whenever he pulled out to tease and slap at your clit.

“Colour?” As casual as he tried to sound, he was just as breathless as you were.

“Green…” You whined, pleading him to continue, even if it felt like you were overstimulating, “Phil, please… Please…!”

You didn’t have to repeat, for he amped up his pace and chased after the climax when the pitch of your voice heightened, arching your back like you weren’t sure if you wanted him to carry on or push him away when you were getting close.

He didn’t falter, nipping on your shoulder just a tad harder just before you trembled, cumming and clenching hard around his fingers. He cupped your face with his other hand, soothing you from your high with praises and kisses. 

“Such a good girl, my good girl. Always so brave f’me, makin’ the sweetest faces. None of those boys gets t’see what I see.” 

It wasn’t long before he carefully slid his fingers out, comforting you each time you whimpered or twitched.

Opting to continue caressing your face, he took the chance to snag a taste of you. Savouring the one taste he had been dying for each time he was away for work.

But he didn’t finish it all. As much as he wanted to, he needed to save the rest for his cock, itching to have a mere feel of your wetness.

Speaking of, he was straining, standing proud and curved a little as the tip, just a hint of red, nearly touched his belly button as soon as he pulled his trousers down. It yearned to feel you, tight and hot, his extra-vulgar actions were the results of restraining himself. 

He shuddered a little—it was entrancing, holding one of your legs up for him to brush his lips against and seeing his cock slide up and down your pussy lips. 

Even after prepping you well, it felt like his cockhead was breaching your walls. You let out a breathy sigh, tilting your head at the upside windows, tensing up at the sight of passersby’s feet at the foot of the glass.

“What do y’think, pretty girl?” He murmured against your leg, still pushing into you, “Do y’think that Thompson guy’s around, wonderin’ why the window’s closed while the car’s still out there?”

The way your head tilted back against the counter in ecstasy, the last rays of the sun shining down on your skin. Even with the AC still on, it stopped neither of you from sweating. The thinnest layer of perspiration, especially gathering along your throat, down to the valley of your breasts—oh, what a shame it would be if he didn’t have even a single lick of it.  

And he did just that, leaning in to give one of your tits a teasing lick.

Those half-lidded eyes, that drunken smile—oh, he was losing it.

He felt like the most blessed man in the world.

“Eyes on me, bunny. He can listen all he wants but this—it’s you and me.”

And it wouldn’t take long for you to reach your peak, Phil kept his eyes on your facial expression because if it wasn’t the sexiest look he had ever seen before he, too, cums with you. In you.

Holding himself up with one hand beside your head, he used the other to caress your face, allowing you all the time in the world to catch your breath. But truth be told, he had fucked the senses right out of you.

“You alright?” “Mmm…” Your murmurs had him chuckling as he carefully gathered you in his arms.

“Can y'walk? Or do I have to carry you? Because y'know I don't mind either way.” Not especially the latter. He may not be as buff as some of his team but he feels good being able to prove the assumptions wrong. So wrong.

You shook your head, and though none of you were even certain what your answer was, Phil somehow understood, but not before letting you collect yourself for as long as you needed. There was no need to rush. Not now.

“Alright, pretty girl. I can do that.”

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[secreterces5]

The clear answer to not getting a canonical Bishop & Stockman dynamic in Rise is to make Bishop a little undercooked young runaway clone. I’m correct 😌

Bonus, my design for teen Baxter :)

[rocketqueen1989x]

what do you guys want now ?

[daddy-long-legssss]

as it’s been 13 years since the release of Suck It and See, i had give special recognition to one of my all-time favourite arctic monkeys records. 

although it’s not as lyrically clever or deeply layered as its predecessor Humbug or as critically acclaimed as AM, to me it holds up as one of their best albums. 

i think there’s a mindset that simplicity doesn’t equate to greatness but i couldn’t think more the opposite. the fact that they stripped down the sound and brought it back to place of coherence makes it all the more captivating and accessible. and after all, sometimes the best things in life are simple. 

i always think about alex talking about the emotional impact of a song outside of the lyrical elements and leon russell’s lyric: and if my words don’t come together, listen to the melody cause my love is in there hiding, and i believe that applies perfectly to Suck It and See. one listen to ‘that’s where you’re wrong’ and that opening chord and jangling guitar riff alone captures a indescribable feeling and transports you to another world. 

it’s the ultimate summer album and best enjoyed outside in the warm sunshine or on the beach or driving along the coastline. it captures the feeling of pure, unadulterated happiness. the entire album sounds incredibly nostalgic but also timeless.

i don’t know what else to say besides the fact that i just love this album with my entire being and that alex during this era will forever reside in a special little place in my heart.

[starlightpixels]

I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful—a faery’s child, Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild. I made a garland for her head, And bracelets too, and fragrant zone; She looked at me as she did love, And made sweet moan I set her on my pacing steed, And nothing else saw all day long, For sidelong would she bend, and sing A faery’s song.

[spacenintendogs]

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[batcavescolony]

a MCU/Percy Jackson crossover with Bucky Barnes as a demigod. Ik your already thinking, he's a soldier so Ares obviously but he's actually a child of Aphrodite. Reasoning: before the war and when he's healed he is dressed very well. He wasn't really into war. he's never really fighting for the fight, he's fighting for someone or because he has to. He was forced to be a soldier in both instances (drafted/brainwashed). Mcu Bucky doesn't give off Ares kid vibes. So Aphrodite kid.

[whiskeynwriting]

🌹😘

Thank you for sending in a rose my love! I get so excited sharing little pieces of my wip's with you guys!

Here's a little something for König... that is now updated and finished!

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Established relationship, dirty talk, anal fingering, mentions of anal sex, unprotected vaginal sex, lots of German (with English translations)

Heavy breaths and firm grabs, a small sound of wetness, the smell of sweat. This is what currently consumes your senses. There are other things, of course, that add to the atmosphere. A candle you’d lit before his presence took hold of your night, the soft blanket you’d put on the couch rubbing against your thigh. It was already dark, the lights dim as night crept by. And usually, he wouldn’t have visited at this time. But it wasn’t his fault, it just happened to be the time they let him out tonight. 

“Mm,” It’s a forceful moan, followed by the release of a gasp. 

He’s holding you, one hand on your cheek, fingers pressing into your crease; his other on your waist, arm wrapping around your lower back. Pulling you into him, you rest on his chest, leaning entirely on the firmness of his body. And he supports your weight easily, happily. He yearns to feel the weight of you against him. 

“Meine Liebling,” He breathes out against you, the hand on your ass tightening its grip. “Meine Liebling.” (my darling, my darling)

Your forehead moves over his chest, nodding. “Yes,” Comes your small squeak, eyes pinching shut. “Yes.” 

Coming home to you is different; he’s truly returning to where he belongs. In the land he was born, with the woman he loves, every part of who he is, is with him now. Once again, all that he adores is in his very hands. 

With your arms linked around his neck, you can feel his muscles bulging beneath the surface, his skin is warm - genuinely hot to the touch. 

“Fuck,” It comes out as a forceful whisper, clinging to him desperately. 

It goes without saying, but he says it anyway. “Ich habe dich vermisst.” I missed you. Leaning down, he kisses your cheek, your face scrunched up from the painful pleasure he brings. 

“Ich weiss.” Nodding again, you gasp, feeling his hips push up against you. You’re already sitting on him, how much deeper could he possibly get? “Mein Kriegerin, mein schutz." (I know. My warrior, my protector)

Groaning, his head falls back. He’s yearned to hear you speak those words. He’s wished to hear them for weeks. 

“I will always take care of you, always protect you.” 

It feels like he’s in your guts, your legs spread as wide as they can so you can sit comfortably on his lap. With his hand looped around your lower back, he keeps you in place, stuffing his fingers into your ass. You’re taking two for him. In the beginning, it took time, but now? It’s even easier than him filling you with his length. Regardless, he was always so sweet and gentle and patient with your body, his hands caressing every inch of you.

Sliding one of your hands down his chest, he grabs it, pressing his lips to the back of it. The soft skin of his mouth runs across your fingertips, the hot breath of his moans fanning against your digits. Leaning forward, he continues his kisses, mouth sliding over your shoulder and neck.

“König.” 

He’s right up against your ass, the tops of his thighs pressing to the bottom of yours. Slow and squishy thrusts are what he gives, grinding into you. And then he throbs, purposefully, too. It makes you quiver, trembling limbs holding onto him as he coos sweetly to you. 

“Ich bin hier.” He whispers to you, sliding his fingers a bit further into you. “Du bist stark, hübsch.” (I’m here. You are strong, pretty) 

It feels like you can’t handle it, but you take it. You take everything for him. He never demands it, but you take it. 

It wasn’t his idea to break up, it was entirely yours. You insisted that it was for the best, telling him that you both were better off without each other. It wasn’t fair, constantly having to worry about the other. After so many tours, it became difficult to handle the emotional trauma of it all. Every day you worried about him, worried until it made you sick. And he thought about you just as much. Before you, he looked forward to being deployed. As strange and twisted as it may sound, König truly loves what he does. But with you around… it puts a particular strain on him. After being with him for so long, though, it was impossible to go without his presence, his love. And König felt the same. You’re always scared you’ll lose him. But you’ve decided he’s the man you love, the person you can’t live without. So, why would you deprive yourself of spending every minute you can with him? 

“Need you,” Comes your small whimper, nails digging into his shoulder. “Ich brauche dich.” (I need you)

“I’m here,” He repeats, in English this time. “I’m here with you.” Exhaling a few heavy breathes, he promises. “I’m not going anywhere, Schatz. I’m not leaving you.” (Sweetheart)

It was his first deployment without hearing from you, his first time without plans of coming home to you. And he couldn’t take it. He didn’t know where else to go. He needed you, he fucking needed you. 

When he came in, he’d dropped his backpack on the couch, neither one of you speaking a word. You knew what the other wanted. You’d cried your eyes out while he was gone, and now, all you wanted was to be as close as physically possible to him. And of course, that meant him being inside you. He’d reached into a pocket in his backpack, retrieving a bottle of lube. On missions, he liked to use it when he jerked off. Right now, he’s using it to cram his cock and fingers inside you. 

“Scheiße,” It comes out as a hiss, one expressed by him. (Shit)

Applying more pressure, his fingers bottom themselves out inside you, opening you up while he splits you in half on his cock. He loved doing this; he knew how much it overwhelmed you. And maybe he had a little fixation with this, with playing with your upper hole. He’s fucked it before, but not without licking and fingering it first. He loves the fact that he has to work you open for him to fit, no matter where he is. 

“You can’t get rid of me, hübsch, not that easily.” (pretty) 

“I don’t ever want to do that again, baby.” You admit wholeheartedly to him, tears welling in your eyes as you press your forehead to his chest. 

“König,” You whine out for him again, feeling his fingers pump into your tightest channel.

“Does it feel good, Schatzi?” (Sweetheart)

“Yes!” Pushing yourself back into his hand, he grins, humming pleasantly from your desperate act.

“Oh…” He sighs deeply, “So bist du so schön.” (You look so beautiful like this)

Lifting your head with a dramatic breath, you kiss him, pressing your lips to the softness of his. In times like this, he wears a tighter mask instead of his sniper hood. Specifically, he wears a black balaclava, one still adorning those signature red streaks below his eyes. He does it so he can lift it easier, use his mouth on you easier.

The love König has for you is infinite, but still, he won’t ever let you see his face. He doesn’t want you to be able to identify him in other places… on documents, specifically. He’ll never allow you to discover the things he’s done. When he’s on deployment, he’s a different man; you wouldn’t recognize him.

Aside from you, everyone that knew König knew he was a merciless man. He was dangerous and fearsome - lethal, and sometimes without reason. He followed orders well; he does what he has to do. Or rather, what he likes to do. König doesn’t believe in a god, how could someone when they wake up every day to kill twice as many people as they did yesterday? But still, he prays for the day you see his face. He prays that day never comes.

“Mehr, bitte.” You’re begging for him, hands reaching for his neck to keep him close so you can kiss him again. (More, please)

It’s easy for him to give into you, thrusting up harder between your legs. The muscles he’s worked to build over the years allow him to treat you this way, to hold you so easily on his lap and manipulate your body. They’re bulging against his uniform, the gorgeous form of his biceps.

He groans from your words, pulsating his hips upward much quicker than before. The slick squelch of him re-entering your sex has him going mad, your soft insides repeatedly sucking him in. And the expanse of his palm continues to spread out over your ass, pumping his fingers into you. But then, he’s moving them, sliding them out of your body.

“Baby, no,” You protest, eyes finding him. “Put them back in; please put them back in?”

When you lift your face to look at his, he’s smiling, the scar running through his upper lip curling and stretching the skin. In one fluid motion, his fingers are on his lips, parting them to welcome the digits in. It sends a shock through your entire body, watching his lips close around his thick digits. Holding your gaze for only a second, he sucks on them, lids fluttering shut as he moans.

Reaching up, you slide the pad of your pointer finger over his lower lip, entranced by him. “I love it…”

A low snarl rumbles from the back of his throat, the taste of your tightest hole lingering on his tongue. After wetting his fingers, he returns them to your backside, slipping into your taut hole with ease. Your soldier growls quietly from it, from how effortlessly they go in.

“You take it so good,” His voice is tantalizing, the way he speaks to you sending a shiver through your body. “You’re so good to me…”

You feel like you can barely breathe, hiccuping and sniffling below him as he repeatedly enters you. You’re overwhelmed from his body and his overt adoration and love, the thickness of him stuffing you full until you’re shaking with pleasure and begging for more.

“Oh,” You gasp, clinging to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Ducking down, you attach your lips to his skin, mouth sucking on him until darkened splotches begin to cover him. His skin is salty, the sweat from his tiring day lingering on him. Truly, no one will ever see them, the bruises you leave, so it’s easy for you to get carried away with it. And he might, in turn, get a little carried away, too.

Removing his fingers from you once again, he uses both hands to grip your hips, fully lifting and lowering you onto him. He does it in time with his thrusts, his grunts coming from deep in his chest and punching into the air. And you can’t take it, the forceful jab of his tip against your fleshy walls. With the way he fucks you, it’s like he’s trying to mold you to him, to carve out your insides until they only remember him.

“Liebling,” Your lover growls, his voice straining. When you don’t look up at him, he lifts a hand, grabbing your chin and forcing it up at him. “Liebling…” (Darling) (Darling…)

“My love.” Reaching up, you stroke his half-covered face, sighing as you admire him.

Entirely numb, your eyes drift shut, doing your best to meet his gaze but failing miserably. You’re drunk from it, mind turning to mush as he fucks himself into your body. And it’s weeping for him, the wetness of your cunt soaking his skin, the veiny intrusion stretching your sensitive lips. But his next words shock you, bringing you down from the clouds of your lusty haze.

“I would die for you.”

“König…” Mumbling quietly, you’re struck by his confession.

“I would kill for you.” And he means it, too.

Though you hate to admit it, you know your lover is a deadly man. You know he’s killed people, you know he’s done awful things. But you never ask about it, because you know you’d be disappointed. If you’re honest with yourself, though, you don’t ask because you’re worried you’d become scared.

“You’ll never have to.” It’s a promise you can’t keep; you both know it.

“If I did,” He admits honestly, looking deeply into your heavy-lidded eyes. “You wouldn’t know.”

Immediately, you surge forward, pressing your lips to his. His words come from a place of goodwill, of genuine love and protection.

The wetness between your legs continues to drip down onto his lap, aiding in your continuous slide. He knows he’ll want you more than once tonight, and still, he doesn't have any restraint with you. He doesn’t build up to an intense fuck, doesn’t tease or edge you. With König, every time was like the last, like he’d never get to be inside you again - like he’d never get to feel your squishy walls while you cry out brokenly for him again.

“You want them inside?” Slowly, he drags his pointer and middle fingers along your damp crease, bringing you back to your earlier plea.

“Please,” Your fingernails are clawing at his chest, sex choking the thick intrusion shoving its way into you.

A gentle shake of his head. “You dirty thing…”

Easily, they return to you, a small squish emitting into the air. His lip curls into a brief snarl, a low grunt slipping out of him. “So feucht…” Retracting, he pushes them back in, listening to the wet squelch of your asshole taking his fingers again. “And all for me.” (So wet…)

You can feel yourself slipping, can feel that inevitable drop in the pit of your stomach he so easily brings. It’s already come once tonight, and he’ll make sure it comes again.

“König!” Briefly crying out for him, you lift your head, latching your lips to his.

Even with one hand occupied, he’s still able to move you like it’s nothing, like you weigh absolutely nothing to him. The firm shove of his hips up into your center makes you squeak with every bounce, every thrust he gives.

Eagerly, he meets your kiss, desperately moving his mouth against you. And his own moans only become louder at this, the feel of your talented mouth dancing across his lips. It’s the only thing that truly flustered him, the desperate look on his face evident when you pull away. And when you’re leaning in again, that excitement is written all over his blushing skin, his open mouth waiting for your tongue. Licking into him, his first whine of the night pierces your ears, his cock throbbing while seated balls deep inside your sensitive sex.

“Halt still,” You order softly, holding his face in your hands. (Don’t move)

Slowly, you move your hips against him, lips suctioning around his tongue while you do it. It’s his weak spot, the act that makes him go absolutely dumb.

“Mehr,” He whimpers when you pull away, moaning at the feeling of you bouncing your hips over and over again. (More)

“Mehr?” You tease, grinning.

“Mehr,” Your lover grunts out forcefully, pistoning his hips up into you again. “Ich komme gleich.” (More, I’m about to cum)

Diving in, your lips wrap around his tongue once again, sucking on the wet muscle for him. Immediately, his eyes are rolling back, feeling the powerful thrum of your walls around his thick erection. Harshly, he shoves himself into the slickness of you, your sweet arousal leaking onto his lap. It stains the cargo pants he didn’t care to take off, but he cares not about the wet spots that will be left.

More than ever before, you can feel the muscles in his chest tightening, his abdomen contracting as he prepares for the high you’re giving. Those ridiculously powerful arms secure themselves to your torso, ripping his fingers from your backside to do so. He holds onto you, almost painfully so, unable to help the forceful jerk of his hips up against your cunt.

“K-Königin,” Your lover moans sharply, eyes pinching shut as you let go of his talented tongue. “Meine Königin…” Grinning, you hum. A small play on his name. (Q-Queen, my Queen…)

Grinding his pelvis against your ass and thighs, he unloads himself into your very center. It’s thick and warm, the heaviness of his cock sitting firmly against your walls as his body shivers from the sensation of it.

“König…” Leaning in, you brush the tip of your nose over his chin, his cheek, kissing his exposed skin. “Ich liebe dich.” (I love you)

Instantly, he’s returning the phrase, albeit while slightly winded. It doesn’t help his breathlessness when he can feel the sticky wetness of himself dripping from your lips and all over his lap. He hisses at the feeling of it, the gooiness seeping into his pants.

“Oh…” Panting, he drops his head back, groaning out a small ounce of praise. “Braves Mädchen.” (Good girl)

Leaning in, you rest your forehead against his shoulder, cunt aching but you’re basking in it. Everything feels cold and wet, your combined releases and sweat. And still, you cling to each other, pulling the other as close as they can possibly get.

But he can’t rest long; this is the first time he’s cum tonight, and he’s remiss you didn’t do so twice before him.

A menacing shade takes over the coloring of his eyes as his head lifts, dominant hand sliding up to find your throat. Grasping it firmly, he lifts you from his shoulder, holding you before him.

“Nochmal.” (Again)

[reveluving]

SHY WIFE AND PRICE....ARE YOU FREAKIN KIDDING ME!!!!!Imagine this Adonis of a man spoiling her from the first date and even her being shy, the 141(plus Kate) KNOW who's the boss( he ALWAYS have a photo and a story about Mrs.Price and it's just the cutest thing how his eyes light up that they also love her)

CUUUUUUTE AAAAAA!! GNAWING ON MY BARS RN!! And thank you for specifying the Adonis of a man bit! Can't forget about that!! ☝🏼😌💗

Includes: tooth-rotting fluff!

COD x shy!wife thots closed! Thank you, everyone, for your time & amazing minds! I sincerely hope I can do this again with y'all soon! 💌

Come & check out my COD m.list!

In any case of our beloved shy!wife fics, especially with his line of work, just expect your husband to have a polaroid or five of you ready.

And John is no different.

You must be a special one if you managed to catch the eyes of the captain, and to clarify, you are!

John knew there was no going back to his mundane yet chaotic lifestyle the second he asked you out. It took everything in him not to chuckle at your look of disbelief, your lips parting just a tad bit. He didn’t want you to think he was making fun of you, you were genuinely adorable with your expressiveness. And though had told him you were open to anything, even specifying that you wouldn’t mind anything small and simple, he didn’t let you.

He took you out to dinner on your first date, nothing too fancy, though that couldn’t be said the same on the later dates, gifted you a small but beautiful bouquet and the rest was history. 

And amazingly, he gets even better at spoiling you after he puts a ring on your finger. As if he wasn't already good since your first date!

Kisses or cakes, hugs or huge bouquets, he'll always find a way to spoil you. Because you—your smiles, giggles and laughs, your time and your love for him means so much.

More than you can imagine.

A sweetheart, a gentleman. You couldn’t ask for a better man to fall for you, though, like him, you were mind-blown to even think a man, no, a hunk like him showed interest in you. Made you feel wanted, special—someone he wanted to be with with zero hesitation. 

He wouldn’t be able to forget your shy smile, how you’d mindlessly trail your fingers across the table or your lap out of embarrassment, how your fingers curled around his hand, despite averting your gaze from his cheeky smile many dates later.

And though the wedding was small, to him, it felt like a sweet fairytale.

To finally be able to call you Mrs Price.

Laswell had the privilege to meet you first before everyone else. She enjoys the sisterly moments you’d have, a breath of fresh air from the craziness, to say the least, that she has to witness in her lifetime. Always appreciates you checking in on her via messages or if she’s lucky, a quick call. And it becomes a tradition of hers to jokingly remind John to take care of you and not to drive you crazy.

And then, there were the boys.

Johnny was the one who asked about you, catching the man looking at one of the polaroids of you with nothing but love in his eyes. Longing to get it over with and come home to you. Johnny didn’t think he’d be willing to talk about you at all, let alone more than a few sentences, i.e. privacy reasons or he just prefers to be on his own. Take in the quiet moment before any hell breaks loose later on.

Understandable, so imagine not only his surprise but also the rest of the 141 when he talks about you. First, with pure endearment in his tone, then the story gets romantic, cheesier even, but all three of them listened to his stories like no other (read: a father telling his kids how he met their mother), even if they acted like they were just casually fixing their weapons or thinking to themselves.

C’mon, he knows them!

Like John, you treat the boys like your very own. If Johnny, Kyle or Simon wanted to be doted over—to be cared for, something they haven’t felt in a while even if some of them wouldn’t want to admit it, then you’d give them millions! Even something as little as a handwritten message or passing them a few words i.e. take care and good luck via John.

Visiting the Price’s house now feels like a family thing. Again, it’s cheesy, it’s corny, and maybe even childish to some, for a bunch of men to be looking forward to these visits like a child being away from their parents at a dorm during college, none of you cared. Not you. Not John. And most importantly, not his boys.

None of them could have imagined your words to stick in their minds in dire times. A little motivation to return safely. Back to the base, for John, and back the Price’s home, for you.

“Johnny, I’m out of a few things in the kitchen. Could you drop by the store and get these for me, please?” “Can do!”

“Simon, have you seen John’s car keys? I can’t find them anywhere.” “I can help look for it w’you.”

“Kyle, I told you I can handle the fireplace.” “S’not that hard. Don’t worry!”

Home.

Bonus: A lil’ story I’m still working on with the COD men + dogs includes John with an American Akita. Similar to Phillip and Kai, John’s gigantic pupper tends to prefer listening to you to him.

His intolerance for certain people or animals drops in an instant the second he sees you, turning into a baby (your baby, might John add) but he also knows when duty calls. Ears tilting back and growling at a stranger who doesn’t know, or worse; ignores that you're taken.

And in John’s words: good boy.

˚ · . f i n . · ˚

[waraningyo]

HI GUYS! seeing as how muse is back for nobara, i have a slight influx of new followers, and to officially celebrate me being off my long ass hiatus: have this as a treat! that said, feel free to like this for a starter varying in length and arc! this is capped at 7.

[rocketqueen1989x]

same slash same

[cold--carnage]

YOU SAID WHAT TO HOMELANDER???????

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

Today our dear beautiful jade has her birthday ✨❤️❤️

I hope you like my gift <3

I wish I had a graphic table to draw it more beautifully but enjoy the beautiful gift <3

WOW WOW WOW!! ♡⁠(⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)⁠♡ What a beautiful sketch!! I'm IN LOVE You have a gorgeous artstyle. Even without digital drawing I can see the beauty in every line of your strokes! I LOVE IT.

Thank you so much! 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹(⁠✿⁠ ⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠)

[starlightpixels]

New Sim?

[spacenintendogs]

big cats gotta stick together!!!