#Anders Lassen × Reader

[pollunam]

Flaws. Part 5.

Early in the morning, we loaded the gear into the lifeboat. I reloaded the pistols, gathered my hair into a tight bun, and was absolutely ready.

"So, to remind you, we attack at night," Gus repeated. "There will be about ten people for each of us, and," he raised his index finger, "Anders, don’t be greedy."

"My wild days are over," the Viking shrugged.

We climbed the mountain; it turned out to be easier than expected, as if our hands naturally found the footholds. Anders helped me up at the top, extending his hand, "Do you remember our agreement?"

"Yeah," I nodded, "but my wild days are not over yet." I was about to move on, but Anders grabbed my hand, stopping me. "Don’t even think about pulling something."

"What exactly do you mean by 'pulling something'?"

"Anything on the verge of madness and death."

"Can someone please stop this chit-chat and damn well get me off this cliff?" Freddie's voice had a note of wild panic.

"Damn it, Freddie," Anders pulled him up as if he weighed nothing. "And we’ll have a talk later," he threw at me while helping the others.

"What’s the problem?" Graham approached me, handing over some ammunition, "you can always deal with her like this."

"Are you suggesting killing Lassen right in front of him?"

"The plan sucks, but since we’re talking about it," Hayes whispered.

"I hear everything," Anders grumbled, coiling the safety ropes. "Watch out, Hayes."

Graham and I exchanged glances, laughing.

"You guys are like kids, seriously."

"Yeah, big guy, that’s why you love us," Hayes picked up his bag from the ground, waiting for Gus’s order to move on.

"Am I right that he’s going to kill armed-to-the-teeth Germans with a bow?" Graham and I watched as Anders moved forward.

"It’s a skill, probably, I’ve never seen anything like it."

"Gus, it’s like we’re taking one scaredy-cat and two crazy kids to a morning party," Anders turned back to us with an indignant expression.

"It’ll be fun," the captain chuckled.

Gus, Graham, Freddie, and I lay in the bushes, observing the life on the German base through binoculars. A car drove up.

"Gestapo," Gus said, lowering the binoculars, "and that coat isn’t bad."

"That’s too much."

"Alright, we’ll move out at night, meanwhile, keep an eye on the situation."

Shouts of Germans were heard behind us. Two soldiers grabbed their rifles but fell, coughing up blood before they could fire. I grimaced, turning away.

"What happened to them?"

"An arrow," Freddie shrugged.

"And where is it now?" Graham looked around.

"It went through."

Lassen stumbled out of the bushes. "There were two more," he gestured somewhere.

"And where are they now?"

"In Nazi heaven," the Viking shrugged, passing right by us.

"Great, Lassen, go ahead and shoot them with your bow," Gus said resignedly.

"We have no reason to wait any longer," I said, standing up and dusting off my pants.

Anders took out the lookouts; his arrows flew swiftly and accurately.

"Commendable," I remarked.

"Y/N, you’re with us," Gus called me over, "stealthily and quietly."

"Aye-aye," I chuckled, crouching by the container. We sneaked around the building from the back. Gus opened the door, peeking inside. He smiled, shooting the Germans sitting with headphones at the receivers, sticking his tongue out.

"Maniac," I exhaled, peeking into the neighboring building.

"And I tell them, it’s not a dog! It’s my wife!" The German’s joke was cut off quite unfortunately; it probably wasn’t even funny. However, Gus laughed, even when everyone else stopped. Then a burst of gunfire rang out.

I blew an imaginary smoke from my pistol, "How long will we keep strolling?"

"Get down!" Gus yelled, dropping to the floor.

Freddie took up the machine gun, spraying bullets over all the buildings and Germans. The bullets whistled, piercing the wooden walls.

"Is everyone here?" Gus got up as sudden silence fell.

"Except for them, sir," I surveyed the fallen soldiers like toys.

"And here are the new acquisitions," the captain smiled contentedly, approaching an officer.

"Leather is so out of fashion, Gus."

"But it suits me, you'll see."

We set out confidently, heading towards a round building that looked like a terrifying barracks. This was the exact spot where Anders had thrown the grenade, ducking behind the wall. He disappeared into the doorway and the billowing smoke.

"Let’s not rush; he’ll manage," Gus saluted the body of a German in the same coat, "I mean Lassen, of course."

When we entered the building, Lassen was standing there, bloodstained, holding a heart in his hands.

"What is that?" Graham grimaced, "Oh my God, Anders, don’t tell me that’s a human heart."

"Checked for presence," the man replied nonchalantly, adjusting his glasses.

"Thanks, darling, this is just what I needed to make today the most traumatizing day of my life." I turned away, wrinkling my nose.

"Well, hello there, friend," Gus smiled sweetly at the man handcuffed to the wall.

"Oh, God, Apple, how did you get yourself into this," I walked over to the battery from which wires ran to Jeffrey's chest, switching off the power.

"And it would be great to remove these too," he shook his hands, and the handcuffs clinked.

"Be patient," I took a pin from my bun and started working on the lock.

An absolute silence fell, carrying an unspoken question that hung in the air behind us.

"Do you two know each other?" Anders gestured between me and Jeffrey.

"We grew up together," the former German prisoner replied quickly, "By the way, remember that guy?"

"The Spaniard?" We started walking towards the exit.

"Yeah, it turns out his sister was a spy after all," Appleyard began his surprising story.

"I didn’t understand a thing just now."

Gus sighed, "Neither did I, my friend, neither did I," he patted Lassen on the shoulder, "leave it here, I beg you."

Anders dropped the heart on the floor and hurried after us.

"Hey, I grabbed your glasses!"

"And a coat for yourself, I see," Jeffrey smiled, "thank you."

Outside the building, Freddie was waiting for us, having rigged the weapon depots with explosives. As soon as we reached the cliff, there was an explosion.

"Beautiful," Gus observed, "well done."

The entire way back to the ship, we talked with Jeffrey, while Lassen shot us extremely displeased looks. How could this man be so grim after achieving his ultimate dream – a German heart?

The sun was slowly sinking beyond the edge of the ocean, painting the sky with shades of pink. I was chopping vegetables for a salad, watching through the small window as the colors in the sky changed. Thoughts swirled in my head, and an unfamiliar voice kept asking, "How's Anders?" and what was happening. Unfortunately, I had no answers. This strange feeling gnawed at my chest, begging for attention. However, let’s leave it for later. It was time for dinner. I peeked out the cabin door, calling everyone to the table.

“What a treat,” Graham exclaimed, rubbing his hands together as he settled into his favorite spot.

I smiled, “Glad to be of service.”

Gus appeared in the cabin, “I think we should celebrate saving our dear Jeffrey and open,” he rummaged in a drawer, “a bottle of wine.”

“Well, I've shared my news, what about you?”Appleyard asked, sitting next to Gus.

“Have they told you that Y/N got married?” Graham asked, generously piling potatoes onto his plate.

Here we go. Jeffrey choked, Freddie shot a disapproving look at his friend, shaking his head, “Who announces such news while someone is eating?”

“When?”

“So, that's more important than to whom?” I shook my head in disappointment, “I didn't expect that.”

Anders entered the cabin.

“To him,” Gus announced solemnly.

The Viking looked at me in confusion, as if to say, “Again?” I just nodded. Again. It seemed like this would never end. Not that it hurt or upset me, it was more amusing and intriguing.

Appleyard stood up, then sat down again and got up once more, “Congratulations, of course, congratulations,” he extended his hand to Anders, “I still don’t like you,” Anders replied, shaking his hand. Jeffrey laughed nervously. “I won’t even ask why.”

“Enough, that’s it, joke’s over.”

“What are you talking about?”

“We didn’t get married, there was just a situation where I called Anders my husband, then everyone thought it was a funny fact and it started.”

“That’s strange,” Jeffrey squinted, “Is it true?” He turned to the others.

They all shook their heads negatively.

“So, you’re lying to me after everything that’s happened? And didn’t even invite me to the wedding?”

I glared at Anders, seeking support, but he just stood there, arms crossed and smiling. “Now it’s really becoming something funny.”

“Yes, Jeffrey, I didn’t invite you because Anders doesn’t like you.”

Gus chuckled, lighting a cigarette, “That’s right, my friend. We barely convinced him to come along to rescue you.”

“Why do you do this to me?”

“Are you serious?” I couldn’t grasp what was going on.

“Of course not, you wouldn’t do that. And you wouldn’t marry him, but that’s between us.”

I have only one question: why do people act like we’re the only ones in the world when they say something or ask awkward questions?

“Why wouldn’t she marry me?” Lassen snorted.

“I’m not sure, of course, but you seem a bit…”

“A bit what?”

“I don’t know, she just wouldn’t.”

Anger was boiling inside me.

“Well, who among us is not the brightest,” Graham sighed.

“All right,” I rose from my seat, holding a stern and mighty weapon – a towel.

“No, wait, tell me, would you marry me?”

“Is that a proposal?”

“Very unfortunate timing, Lassen,” Gus responded calmly.

“I’m not going to answer that question.”

“So, she wouldn’t marry you.” Jeffrey shrugged.

“You’d better keep quiet,” I turned to him, “and stop talking about me as if I’m not here. None of you have any business in this matter, one more joke and I’ll kill whoever says it and blame it on an unfortunate accident,” I said passionately, “And you, who do you think you are? My older brother or father? I didn’t ask for your protection, Jeffrey. And for the record, I would marry him, but that’s irrelevant, so enough!”

Silence fell.

“Alright,” Anders said serenely.

“Alright!” I barked, leaving the cabin.

“I can understand her,” Gus said, “and each of you got exactly what you deserved.”

Two displeased looks immediately turned to him.

“Why didn’t he get what he deserved? He started all of this,” Freddie pointed at Hessie, who had been diligently and quietly eating, trying to blend into the wall.

I exhaled heavily, releasing pent-up emotions. Footsteps echoed, and I knew it was Anders or simply wanted to believe it, turning towards him.

“I can’t understand you,” he began, “you’re absolute chaotic madness in armor.”

“You know what, you can’t blame me for that because you’re no better.”

“There you go again, who told you it’s a blame? I like that you’re so real.”

“Wonderful, and again, why are you telling me all this?”

Without saying another word, Anders leans in so carefully. Breathing and not breathing, our hearts beating in unison, and he’s so close, he’s so close that I can’t feel my legs anymore. I can’t feel my fingers, the cold, or the emptiness of this ocean because all I feel is him, everywhere, filling everything. And he whispers, “Please don’t kill me for this.”

And he kisses me, placing his broad hand on my cheek, pulling me closer.

His lips are softer than anything I’ve ever known, soft like the first snow, like a piece of cotton candy, like pre-dawn air, like floating weightlessly in water.

This moment seems to embody the very essence of love – tender, gentle, silent. In his touch, there’s a promise of eternity, in his gaze – a reflection of our dreams. The taste of his kiss is not just sweetness, but an entire world where there’s no place for pain and loneliness, where every breath, every touch intertwines into the melody of our hearts. Let this moment stay with us forever, as a reminder of how easily even the coldest hands can be warmed and all flaws accepted.

A moment that lasted an eternity, where time ceased to exist.

“Anders,” I whisper, confused and at the same time tender, connecting with him through an invisible thread.

“That’s exactly what I meant,” he replies, adjusting my hair, “and nothing else.”

[cardierreh15]

Double Stuffed

Oreo’s aren’t the only thing that are double stuffed around these parts 😌 enjoy

***I do not give anyone permission or my consent to repost, translate or copy my work!

Warnings 18+: 3️⃣ sum, Cursing , Voyuerism , Oral Sex (Male Receiving) , Nipple Stimulation , Squirting , Facial , Penetration (Vaginal 🤟🏾) PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION!

Pairings: Gus March-Phillips(Henry Cavill) x Black!Plus Size Female(Regina) x Anders Lassen(Alan Ritchson)

Special Guest: Betty 💕 @augustsprincess

Description: Regina has the time of her life!

Word Count: 3.8K

‘Oh girl c’mon it’ll be fun!’ Betty exclaimed as she tugged Regina’s hands, pulling her in the direction of the pub that was booming with country music, soldiers in uniform lingering about.

‘Betty!’ She snatched her hand away, watching Betty stumble before once again gaining her footing. ‘Girl, my daddy is in the service! What if someone saw me in there!’ She whined out.

Her small friend pursed her lips together hard, dusting off her polka dotted dress in frustration and running her slender fingers through her freshly done candy curls.

‘Your daddy-‘ she said the words with bitterness. ‘Ain’t here.’ She let out a loud sigh and placed her hands on her hips, ‘Look. I know you’ve been under the weather since the death of your fiancé and—‘

‘Oooh—‘ Regina rolled her eyes, interrupting Betty. She let out a humorless scoff, ‘is this what this shit is about?! Getting me out of the house?!’

Betty gave her a look in bewilderment, glancing to the side with her hands remaining on her hips, ‘Uh yeah? Listen, let’s just treat it as a girl’s night?’ She walked up to her friend and draped her arm across her shoulders. ‘Look at these tall, delicious specimens huh?’ She waved her free hand slowly in the air. ‘Sure you could take one home!’

She was challenging her.

Regina glanced over at her friend and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, ‘Oh Betty, I don’t know. This is a bar full of… crazy, nut jobs … pent up from rage, exhaustion, … lust.’

‘Mmmhmm?’ Betty egged on with an encouraging nod.

‘M-maybe we should—‘

‘That’s my girl!’ Betty exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air before clasping them together happily. ‘See I knew you couldn’t stand a chance! Come on!’ Betty snatched up her friend’s hand and led the way towards the stairs. ‘I promise if you feel unsafe or it just gets too wild in here— we’ll leave!’

‘Mmph, say you swear.’ Regina retorted, stopping the both of them in their tracks. Her pretty brown eyes glistened beneath the pretty bulbs that hung above them.

‘Cross my heart,’ Betty turned halfway and drew an ‘X’ over her chest, ‘Hope to die. Now. Can we go inside?’ She jerked her head towards the door.

Her stoic glare instantly shifted into something lighter, her grin spread across her face, ‘OK fine let’s go.’

The two women walked inside of the bar, hand in hand. The place was only lit by some old lamps that were screwed into the walls, and one old rusted chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Honestly, if it weren’t for that old thing, you’d have to squint to look at folks.

‘Wow! Look at this place!’ Betty beamed as she placed her hand over cleavage. ‘It’s amazing.’

Regina’s brows tugged into one, ‘Are we looking at the same place?’

‘Oh Regina, don't be so judgemental! Look at all this … man meat.’ Betty giggled and glanced over at the bar. ‘Let’s go get a drink in ya? Help you… mellow out a lil bit.’

Without an ounce of warning, Betty led the way towards the bar.

It wasn’t until their stroll when whistles began to fill the air. Mumbling and cat calling could be heard throughout the loud hymns of the music.

Both of the women were beautiful in their own right. Betty was blonde, with perfect porcelain skin. She had a slender figure but the waist of her dress seemed to emphasize the curves in her hips and the one on her rump.

Regina had skin that was brown as terracotta. Glowing like bronze when in the path of the sun. Her hair was dark as the shadows of night, patterned with tight curls and coils that cascaded down her back. She wore a black velvet bodycon dress that also enhanced her curves, dimples and hip dips.

When they made it to the bar, the barkeeper seemed to be startled for a second.

‘Ladies—‘ he stammered and quickly placed the rag and glass down upon the bar top. ‘Aren’t you two beauties a sight for sore eyes,’ he spoke in a heavy accent. And by the knot in his bottom lip, his tobacco was the reason for his twang. ‘What can I do you for?’

Betty gave him a charming grin, batting her thick dark lashes. She was bashful and convivial by nature. ‘Hi there. Can you pour me and my friend somethinggg… pungent? Thank you.’

Regina snapped her head over at her friend, glaring at her with eyes of astonishment. ‘Betty!’ She hissed, quickly snatching her wrist up in her palm.

‘Whaaat?’

‘Pungent? Really? I would like to know how we get home, please.’ She muttered.

‘Oh please stop being dramatic! What’s the point of coming out tonight if we can’t make the best of it? Relax.’

Finally tearing her eyes away, Regina looked to her right to scope out the room. Men of all colors and sizes were either looking in their direction, laughing and gambling or drinking til their hearts were content.

This really didn’t feel like a safe place at all.

When the barkeeper brought their drinks back, Betty pulled up her small clutch, ‘How much do I owe you sir?’

‘Nothing at all ma’am.’ He said, raising his hand. ‘The gentleman over there is willing to pay for your tab.’

Both of the women looked back at the mysterious male, whose bright blue eyes spoke before his lips did. He sported a thick mustache over his lips with his dark hair combed back to perfection. He stood to his feet, adjusting his brown slacks around his hips. His coat was decorated in pretty devices and ribbons. Some big hot shot.

He looked like he wanted to snap her in half. She was small enough to make that accomplishment.

‘Oooh. Regina?’

‘Yeah?’ Regina said as she stared at the handsome hunk of man that approached them.

‘I think you might have to busy yourself for the rest of the night.’ Betty quickly scooted off the wooden bar stool and knocked back her freshly poured whiskey. And in no time, the gentleman was towering over little Betty like a skyscraper.

Regina gasped, ‘Betty—‘

‘Miss?’ The barkeeper interrupted.

She snapped her head over at him at his call.

‘It appears you have secret admirers of your own.’

Her thick brows pulled into one as she sat up straight. ‘M-me?’ Plural? ‘Admirers? Who?’

The barkeeper glanced over to the corner of the room.

Her anxious eyes followed his gaze to the far right corner of the room. There sat two freakishly large men beneath a flickering yellow light.

One donned a large beard with a curled and dramatic mustache. His hair was curly and pushed back except one strand that dangled against his forehead.

The other had a clean shaven face with dirty blonde combed back hair. A set of round lenses sat on the bridge of his nose.

If their gaze had been daggers, she’d be dead.

‘Both. Of them?’ Regina hushed out.

‘You see em both lookin’ don’t cha?’

She swallowed her spit so hard she thought there was a lump there. She looked over at Betty who was getting more than acquainted with her new beau. Giggling and smiling like brand new love birds. Their whispers and flirts couldn’t be heard over the music.

‘Betty? There’s two! What do I do!?’ She was quite the neophyte when it came to things like this. Often men, one at a time, had courted her but two?! What would she do with two of them?!

Well, she would soon find out that she could do a lot more with two than she could do with just one.

Her friend looked over at her and gave her a wink.

Before she could coax an answer out of Betty, she felt the heavy warmth of their presence standing behind her.

Betty let out an excited giggle as her attractive stranger nibbled on her exposed neck.

Regina’s back stiffened with her legs crossed, unknowingly arching and causing her rump to stick out beneath her.

‘Excuse our intrusion Miss… but it would be great pleasure if you accepted our invitation to join us in our room this evening.’

The English accent was thick yet, blended with pure charm. His voice settled and nestled in the crevices in her brain.

She swallowed hard once again and lifted her shaky hand to scoop up the whiskey glass. Pressing it to her lips, she thought for a second.

If she took a sip of this drink, there was no going back! Ain’t no telling what these two strangers planned on doing to her once they were behind closed doors.

But perhaps, maybe this is what she needed. Her late fiancé had been gone for 1 year now and she couldn’t hang on to that forever. During her stage of grieving, she’d worked tirelessly to keep herself busy.

She deserved it!

Even if it meant getting torn to shreds by these two … delicious specimens.

Regina smirked at the barkeeper and knocked back the whiskey that burned her stomach profusely. She blinked hard before swallowing down the pain and courageously spun in her stool.

When her eyes had finally met theirs, she felt a pang in her chest. By the Heavens! Bless their mothers for carrying such prodigious of boys.

‘Oh!’ She placed her hand bosom. ‘My— you are big men.’

A smile curled up on their lips before they looked at one another knowingly.

‘Do you accept our offer, Miss?’ The blonde one spoke up. His accent was much different from the original one she’d heard.

She looked over at Betty who was now sporting her beau’s service cap and locking lips with him.

Well, Betty was having the time of her life. What kind of person would she be if she took their free drink and left?

What would your daddy say?

Fuck your daddy.

You deserve this, Regina. Go have fun.

Uncrossing her legs, she carefully slid off of the chair and adjusted her dress at the thighs. ‘I accept.’

They grinned in sync, showing off their darling smiles. It caused a knot to tie in her gut. By God they had to be angels sent from up above.

They turned as they both lended her their arms for her to grasp. Heat bloomed in her cheeks and her neck as she reached out to grab their biceps.

‘Oh my—‘ she giggled as she squeezed them both. ‘Such strong men I got! I’m a lucky girl.’ Regina purred as she looked up at the bearded one. ‘Shall we?’

‘We shall.’

***

They stared down at her with a desire only men in this time could only have.

Regina gripped the silk sheets in her sweaty fists as their studious glares began to roam her curvaceous body. Starting from her pink painted toes, her thick thighs, her hips and tummy, her breasts and finally… her pretty round, chunky face.

The woman felt like she was under a damn microscopic lense with how they were staring at her. Her thigh bounced vigorously. She couldn’t tell if they wanted to eat her or dissect her. Regardless, it scared the shit out of her.

‘Lassen?’ The fellow with the beard said softly.

‘Yes sir?’

Sir? Did these two work with one another?

‘You may start.’

‘Wait— wait…’ Regina called out first as the bearded one walked towards the floral embroidered chair and shrugged off his coat. ‘Could I know your names? I mean— I would like to know who I’m letting into my lady bits.’ She said humorously.

The one known as Lassen looked back at his comrade. And they gave one another a firm nod in approval.

‘My name is Anders Lassen and this is Gus March-Phillips. What is your name lovely?’

Anders and Gus. Should be able to remember that.

‘My name is Regina Carson…’

‘Mmm. Very pretty name, for a very pretty woman.’ Gus said as he began to unbutton his dress shirt.

An enamored grin curled up on her lips as her tongue gently grazed her pretty smile.

Her eyes then darted up to meet Anders as he pushed off his suspenders and pulled his tucked shirt from inside of his trousers. He then pulled the fitted shirt over his head and dropped it to the side of the bed.

Good lord, he had the body of a God. Muscles ripped and tight. Her mouth went to salivating almost immediately.

Grabbing her hand, he lifted her up to her feet and brought her body flush against his. He lifted her chin, bringing her lips up to meet his in a kiss.

Regina’s eyes fluttered closed as she purred at the welcoming warmth of his lips. At first, it was just him testing the waters but she quickly fell into place; opening her mouth allowing him to invade as he pleased.

Anders snaked his hands behind her, finding the fine zipper and dragging it down.

Suddenly, she felt the warmth of another set of lips on the nape of her neck. Regina tore her lips away from Anders as he began to help her out the sleeves of her dress. Her head lulled back against Gus’ shoulder before he brought her mouth into a kiss next. And just like Anders, she opened her mouth nice and wide for him.

His beard and mustache tickled her lips and cheeks.

Before she knew it, the three of them were fully nude.

The both of them stroked at their members; aching to feel how warm she was from the inside out. But first…

Gus carefully forced Regina to her knees before them. Her eyes grew in slight shock at the size of their members. Both uncut, veiny and hard enough to slice through bricks.

‘You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, sweetheart.’ Gus said as his fingertips caressed her cheek softly before pushing her thick hair behind her ear.

‘No. I wanna.’ She shuddered out before sitting up on her knees, wrapping her hand around Anders cock and her lips around Gus.

Both of the men let out a pleasant groan in unison as she massaged one and sucked the other.

Careful not to show one too much attention though, she alternated and began to suck Anders off while stroking Gus. Anders’ knees buckled as she began to throat him just the same as she did with Gus.

‘Ugh, fuck.’

‘Just like that.’

The boys groaned at her teasing. She did everything she could to please them. Tightening up her lips, gagging against their cocks when they touched the back of her throat, squeezing and massaging their balls delicately. At her rate, they both would be making a mess of her in no time!

‘Stop.’ Gus grunted as he carefully pulled his hips away from her warm mouth. He shuddered before letting out a sigh. ‘Anymore of that and I’ll explode. Up.’

At his command, she placed her hand in his as she stood to her feet. ‘Anders… you first. I’d like to watch.’

‘As you wish.’ Anders said with a devious smirk.

Watch?! While she’s never done something this spontaneous and … sinful, she had no idea people were into watching other people fuck. But if it were to please her boys… she’d do whatever they asked.

She watched him walk over to the same chair and plop down; his hard dick swaying and slapping against his thigh.

‘Bend over, darling. Feel free to tap me if it’s too much. I will stop.’

Regina giggled as she bent over the bed. ‘Too much? Please.’

Spreading her thick thighs apart, Anders took a hold of his member and pressed it at her sticky entrance.

With a quick thrust, he stretched her against her will.

The poor woman let out a wail that was mixed with pleasure and undeniable pain.

Perhaps she spoke too soon.

Tears brimmed her eyes as she held her breath for a second, gripping the cool satin sheets.

Anders let out a blissful moan, holding himself deep inside of her as his large hands caressed up and down her curves and folds.

Gus had one leg draped over one arm over the couch as he stroked at his member, watching with excitement in his eyes and an intrigued smirk on his lips.

‘Fuck!’ Regina cried out before she felt him slam himself into her once more, his fingertips digging into her waist. ‘Dear God! Ah!’

A few thrusts and Regina was able to take this intruder comfortably now. With her eyes rolling to the back of her head, she thought she was seeing stars already.

Anders began to pound into her hard and fast before reaching down to grip her hair in his fist. ‘Yeah. Call out to him baby. He can’t save you now.’

She looked up at him through her thick lashes. ‘Ooooh— my god! Yes! Anders please!’ She pleaded as his body collided into hers relentlessly.

‘Oooh. Fuck, you feel so good baby. Take me. Take me baby.’ Anders hissed through his teeth.

‘Aaaaah yes!’

‘Fuuuck, nicely done Anders. Show her what you’re made of.’ Gus grumbled as he reached his free hand beneath himself and squeezed his tender balls.

Hissing through her gritted teeth, she looked over to watch Gus get himself off. His chest and biceps tense as he stroked his girthy, thick cock. Such a beautiful sight.

Anders pulled Regina’s hair, making her stand up straight against him. He wrapped his large veiny hand around her throat, forcing her into a disgusting kiss. His thrusts became a little slower and forgiven as one hand cupped her breast and his other arm wrapped around her waist, gripping her belly for stability.

When he broke the kiss, he began to ram his hips into her once again as her breathing hitched and strained. ‘Hoooo— yes, yes, yes!’

Finally, Gus stood from his seat and approached them. He landed a slap on Ander’s ass and jerked his head to the side. ‘Don’t be stingy, Lassen. She’s ours.’

Ours.

Anders groaned in dismay but obeyed. Landing one more kiss on Regina’s mouth, he retracted his hips and took place on the bed; propped up on his knees.

Gus looked down at the woman with gentle eyes, ‘tap out of it becomes too much sweetie.’ He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her lips before sucking her bottom lip between his teeth gently.

Drunken with lust and pleasure, Regina dizzily plopped down on her back and spread her thighs for him.

‘Aren’t you a pretty sight? Might have to give you a son… or marry you? What do you think, Lassen?’

Anders laughed darkly as he scooted down so his still erected cock was pressed against her cheek. ‘Pretty indeed. Now open up doll… I wanna see you put those pretty lips to work while you’re getting fucked.’

His words caused her to writhe in excitement. Her core was aching to be filled once more. She lifted her head and parted her lips as she guided his cock back into the home of her mouth.

Gus sank his teeth into his bottom lip as he pushed her thighs back and pushed his tip inside of her and began to slowly roll his hips into her.

Closing her eyes, Regina hummed against Anders cock causing a vibration to rumble at the back of her throat. ‘Ohh—‘ his head fell back as his hand held onto the back of her head. ‘Fuck! You’re so tight.’ He swallowed as he reached down toying and pinching at her hardened nipples.

Gus began to pick up the pace, his finger tips digging in her plushy flesh tightly. Forcing her thighs back as he delved his hips into her once more. He then reached down and began to rub at her erected nub softly.

‘Fuck! You look so pretty with Anders dick in your mouth.’

Anders groaned as he thrusted his hips forward into Regina’s mouth; anglelessly hitting all the spots in her warm, wet mouth.

‘Mmmm—‘ Regina cooed as she pulled her lips away to curse, using her hand to jerk off Anders. ‘Fuck, Gus! Please!’ She begged, her thighs twitched at the creeping sensation.

Gus thrusted fast as he rubbed her clit in circles a little faster.

‘Gus! Oh, my god!’ Her thighs began to tremble as she felt her womb tighten up. Her body stiffened and her chest tightened. Gus stilled his hips and focused on her. ‘I’m gonna—‘ Her back arched and her toes curled as the heat in her body popped off like fireworks on new years.

She released a scream that could be heard throughout the hotel. And with that scream, came a sudden burst from her loins. She exploded like a damaged fire hydrant.

Gus looked up at Anders in surprise and Anders returned the glare.

‘Whoa—‘ both of the men laughed in darkly.

‘Have you ever done that?’ Anders asked with a grin spread across his lips.

‘Quite a few times.. you?’

‘Once.’

‘Well, we shall see if we can get a few more out of her, yes?’

‘I’m with you sir.’

While both of the men experienced this kind of mess, she never experienced a pleasure so great. Her head throbbed as she tried to process what the fuck just happened. Her cheeks remained hot to the touch, her trembling lips sore from all of their sweet, heavy kisses.

‘Brace yourself sweetheart. We aren’t done with you yet.’

Anders and Gus laughed beguilingly as their large hands caressed over her sticky, brown flesh.

A glint of thrill shown in her sex-crazed eyes. She was hyped. ‘O-OK!’

With the stamina of these two men, Regina was sure she lost enough weight to fit into her graduation gown from high school.

She was fucked into exhaustion and dehydration, so she was relieved when they both announced their arrivals.

‘On the floor baby. Yeah— fuck look at you.’ Ander groaned as the both of them helped her to her knees.

‘Open wide baby.’ Gus added as they both began to stroke their members until they reached their climax.

Regina’s eyes gleamed, her hands massaging their muscular thighs that tensed and squeezed beneath her touch. She opened her mouth, tongue out to capture those sacred drops.

‘UGH! Ba—‘

‘Fuuuuuck… yes!’

The two men groaned aloud as they emptied themselves upon her pretty face and mouth. Wrapping her hands around the both of them, she squeezed and coaxed the rest of their nut out of them.

Gus’ knees buckled as his eyes rolled back halfway. Then, she gave them both a kiss on the tip of their now flaccid dicks.

Anders let out an exhausted sigh. ‘Oh. What do we do with you now.’

‘Well…’ Gus added, ‘I have quite a few ideas.’ He trailed off.

Wiping her face and flicking off the sticky semen, she looked up at them in horror.

Now what?

2 years later…

Regina clamped her eyes shut tight as she rested her lower hand on her lower back. ‘Ooh… my days.’ She rubbed at the roundness of her belly with her free hand, as the other carried out a metal tray of fresh lemonade and a couple glasses of ice.

She walked out to the backyard to see Anders flipping burgers at the grill with his “Kiss the Cook” apron on while Gus tossed a football to Betty’s husband, August. Betty was bouncing her sweet baby boy in her arms, showering him with kisses and love.

This was the life.

A smile curled on her lips when Anders sweet, gentle eyes landed on her. ‘Let me grab this for you.’ He rushed over and carefully took hold of the tray and placed it on the picnic table. ‘How’s my girls huh?’

‘The same as yesterday, Lassen.’ She sighed heavily and rubbed her pregnant belly, ‘Tired. Aching.’

‘Aw. I know sweetheart. Just a few more weeks.’ He said before placing a kiss on her head. ‘Sit.’

Gus sat the football down in the lush green grass and jogged towards the deck. ‘There’s my girl. Hey, mama.’ He mused as he placed a kiss on her lips. ‘How are you feeling?’

Regina pressed her lips together and glanced over at her other husband.

Anders stared at Gus for a little bit and chuckled, ‘To save you from her wringing your neck … she’s feeling the same as she did yesterday.’

Gus sighed softly, ‘Oh my sweet. Forgive me for asking. Is there anything you need?’

She shook her head as her head fell back against the lawn chair. ‘No my darlings… I’m fine.’

Regina closed her eyes for a long second before feeling a sudden wetness in her bottom.

Her eyes flashed open.

‘Boys.. I don’t think I’m peeing myself again…’

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[autumnleaves1991-blog]

anything related of Anders??

prob some fluff where this menacing teddybear is all lovey-dovey with his girl?? or, or some teammates to lovers??

anything really, I just need something for this man as there AREN'T ENOUGH FICS ABOUT HIM!! Gosh, I need him like air 😭😫

Btw, I adore your writing 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Thank you so much, love! I am so obsessed with Anders and you're right, there is seriously NOTHING for him. Send as many ideas you want, I'll do my best to answer them. And let me know if you want a smutty follow up.

Anders Lassen x Female Reader

Warnings: 18 + for language, blood, and canon typical violence.

Living for Later

The situation was grim at best. The soldiers in their crisp white uniforms had varying degrees of expression, from confusion to anger, and the worst of all glee. The glass case at your back digs in, the sharp edge leaving an imprint and the gun slips from your fingertips. The last of your bullets expended on the men bleeding out onto the soles of your boots. 

“Shit,” you whisper, reaching behind you for the handle on the case, seeing the axe behind it from the corner of your eye. Behind the men, you see Apple's face a reflection of the anger you feel. It wasn’t supposed to go down like this. Apple quickly looks behind him, talking to someone on the ground and you strain to see anything when the soldiers close in. Two men grab each of your arms and another puts his hand around your throat. Something similar had happened the night before but this was a much less pleasant experience. You close your eyes when he moves closer whispering to you in his filthy tongue and you flinch away. 

The group laughs as he pulls back to spit in your face. You open your eyes and see the shine of a knife and start thrashing doing everything in your power to escape. Apple finds your eyes and a smile splits across his face. You’re ready to curse him at every language you know when the first wail of pain reaches your ears. 

Your heart pounds as you see the wide shoulders of Anders Lassen spear his way through the soldiers. He’s down to his last two arrows and he digs it into the eye of the one holding you, spraying blood onto the wall like a work of modern art. He’s seriously outnumbered and you look around when the axe catches your eyes. Ripping open the case you grab the axe and shout, “Anders!” He turns and grins, grabbing the axe and letting loose the beast you’d only seen twice before. 

Moving along the wall, you reach where Apple is watching his mouth wide. One of the men tries to grab the axe when Anders kicks him in the throat, shouting, “My woman gave that to me!” Before planting the axe in his head. Anders heaves, his shirt coated in blood before he turns to you with a smile, “You okay, love?” Like he didn’t just brutally butcher a group of enemy soldiers. 

You giggle and his smile grows as he crowds you against the wall, lifting your head with one finger his eyes checking over every inch of you. “Are you hurt, Min Elskede?” he asks quietly, his finger tracing over your cheek before he holds your face in his hands. 

“No,” you shake your head, the adrenaline slowly leaving your body, slumping against his body, “you killed them before they had the chance.” 

“I would burn the world down for you,” he presses his forehead to your own, “you know that, right?” 

“I know,” you reach up and press your lips to his own, “the feeling is mutual.” 

“While this is very romantic, being covered in blood, and kissing after just saving her life. We need to get moving,” Apple interrupts, wincing when you both glare at him. 

“Ja, we need to save the world, blah, blah, blah,” Anders grabs your hand tugging him behind you, “lead the way, Apple.” Apple starts up the stairs and Anders goes to follow but stops turning to give you a look that leaves your panties dripping, “this isn’t over, later you’re mine,” he presses his mouth to your own and you moan feeling his tongue tangle with you own, before he pulls away and pulls you up the stairs. 

You make a promise to live going up those stairs because you really wanna make it to later.

Do you want later? Let me know because that rope is giving me some thots.

[holylulusworld]

Howl like a wolf (Prologue) – Kinktober 16

Summary: You are interested in the new alpha in town.

Pairing: Alpha!Anders Lassen x Omega!Reader

Warnings: a/b/o, chasing kink (implied), scenting, love-struck reader

Trope: a/b/o

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2024

The alpha is huge. Taller than any alpha you've seen before. He must be taller than 6’. He has a muscular build, and you guess he weighs at least 250 pounds.

You watch him from afar, eyes glued to him if you get the chance. Not only to admire him but to draw him too.

Most of the people in town are intimidated by his rugged appearance, but you are rather curious about his past and what brought him to your sleepy little town.

You dreamily sigh as you draw his strong jawline. He looks like a real man, not the guys in town trying to court you. His cute little glasses make him look less rough, but you know better than to underestimate the tall alpha.

His physical presence intimidates even alphas, and you’re not dumb enough to get in his way. But a girl can dream, right?

You smile yourself hearing his deep voice beckoning as he talks to one of the town folks. He’s glancing your way while adjusting his glasses. You drop your eyes to finish your drawing. The last thing you want is for him to catch you staring at the alpha.

When you look his way again, the alpha is gone. You crane your neck, but he’s nowhere to be seen. You sigh because now you cannot finish your drawing. As you get up from your seat at the small café you like to spend your free time drinking tea and drawing, someone follows your every move.

It’s a few days later that you sent the alpha near your favorite café. He must’ve passed by not moments ago. Your toes curl and you purr low in your throat when the faded scent gets stronger.

Your breath hitches in your throat, seeing the alpha walk past you. He doesn’t look your way, but you still tremble in need when you scent him.

“Anders, how are you?” The alpha looks up from his food to look at the owner of the diner. He likes to come here. The food is good but cheap, and people mostly leave him alone.

“Not bad, Earl,” Anders replies and goes back to shoveling the food he ordered in his mouth. “The food is good.”

“You’re welcome to come here anytime,” the owner chuckles. He likes the tall but friendly Alpha. Maybe it’s his age. Life taught him to not judge a book by its cover. “The food is always good.”

“Thanks,” Anders drawls. His accent is still thick, but Earl doesn’t seem to mind. His hearing is not the best, but he understands Anders well enough. “What do I owe you, Earl?”

Earl and Anders chat for a moment while you watch the alpha from afar. You made up your mind and decided to get his attention. One way or another. What little you know about the alpha is that he’s a passionate hunter. Or so you heard.

If like a good chase, who are you to deny him?

You smile to yourself. This is your chance to get the alpha’s attention. While he talked to Earl, you stole his wallet out of his jacket. You rubbed your scent into the fabric, making sure Anders could smell you on his jacket.

Now he’s following you around town, sniffing in all directions. The chase is on, and you can’t wait for Anders to catch you...

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[skadilothbrok]

Given The Chance ~ Chapter 1

You’d built quite the reputation for yourself over the past few years. Enhancing any skillset that may be useful along the way. And clearly you’d impressed some of the higher ups since you were currently sat opposite Churchill himself. “There’s a team I want you to meet” he informed you “it is my thinking that you will be a valuable addition to the group”.

That was all there was to it really. Nobody argued with orders from that high up. You’d been given an address and made your way there that same afternoon. The gates at the end of the driveway had been left open since they knew you were coming. As you got out of the car outside the front of the house though your intuition told you something was amiss.

The front door was left ajar and there wasn’t a single light on in the whole house despite the sun sitting low in the sky and darkness setting in. Since the Nazis were yet to hold any British soil you assumed this was some form of convoluted test.

Taking a moment to look over each window carefully, you were sure that there was nobody positioned in any of them. You looked over your shoulder under the guise of fixing your hair and fought back a smile as you spotted somebody hidden behind one of the shrubs. Moving around the front of the car, you dropped to a crouch so that the house was hidden from view.

“I’m a little old for hide and seek” you called out to the person in the bush “and it seems you’re not particularly good at it anyway”. There was a pause of silence before a man stood and appeared, making his way over to you. “Ah ah” you mimicked a gun with your fingers and aimed it at him “if we’re going to play games, you’re going to have to play your part” you imitated two shots at him.

“Seriously?” he asked with raised eyebrows. You simply smirked at him and maintained your position. Reluctantly, he moved to sit on the ground and pulled out a pipe to light.

“Funny actions for a corpse but I’ll let you off” you peered over the car to see if there was any movement at the house. “Don’t suppose the corpse wants to help a lady out with some intel?”

“That wouldn’t be playing the game now, would it?” he shot back.

“I don’t know, I’m rather good at getting information out of enemies” you shrugged before standing and making your way slowly to the house, leaving the man behind. Rather than head for the open door, you headed around the back and sided up to a window before carefully peering inside.

A smile graced your lips as you spotted not one but two men waiting in ambush of the front door. Did they think you were some sort of novice? Silently jimmying the window open you climbed through. They were mid conversation when you appeared behind them, both hands mimicking guns again “looks like you’re out boys” you spoke up.

The one on the right jumped slightly as he turned to face your raised hands. “Thank god for that” the other simply commented “now I can get back to my book”. He stood from where he was crouched and held a hand out for you to shake.

“Fairly certain corpses don’t shake hands” you joked “let alone read books”.

“You’re really going to insist we remain here?” he asked incredulously.

“Hey, this game was your team’s idea, not mine” you insisted “if we’re going to play then you have to do it properly”. The two men shared a look before sitting back on the floor with a roll of their eyes.

“We’ll wait here then it seems” the one from before spoke up again “if it’ll speed the process up you may want to check upstairs next”.

“What a helpful corpse” you winked before peering around the doorway and assessing the situation “I’ll be quite upset if the information is bad though”.

“You can trust that I want to return to my book more than I want to sit here” he promised. Deciding to take his word for it you slowly moved for the stairs. Taking them silently, testing for any creaks before each step. As you reached the top, you were caught off guard by another woman launching herself at you.

Regaining your balance, you rolled yourself out of the way and sparred with her, dodging kicks and punches whilst assessing her fighting patterns. Once you had a read on her you started to counter move. Moments later you had her pinned to the ground and mimicked a fatal blow. “Pleasure to meet you” you smiled as you moved into a crouch and carefully assessed the corridor.

“It’s going to be lovely to have another woman around” the woman smiled up at you “the men can be quite unruly at times”. Sparing her a smile you stood and moved to start checking rooms. As you went to open one on the right, you felt tension on the door as your started to move it. Checking it over, you spotted the wire at the top right corner.

Taking a blade from your belt, you cut the wire before opening the door the rest of the way. “Really thought that would work to be honest” a curly haired man sat opposite the door in a chair.

“Sorry to disappoint” you shrugged before throwing the blade to the wall right beside his head “and also you’re out”.

“So it seems” he laughed as he pulled the knife from the wall and started to dig dirt from his nails. That was when another man grabbed you from behind and lifted you from the ground. Fighting against his hold was useless, he had a strength advantage against you. This would require more practical thinking.

Swinging your leg into the back of his knee, you knocked his balance and the two of you went to the ground, giving you chance to escape from his grasp and turn to face him. He was huge! “Hey handsome” you grinned before rushing towards him whilst he was still on the ground.

He was quick to counter every move you threw at him and a silly move on your part had you pinned beneath him on the ground a few minutes later. “Damn” you sighed as he grinned victoriously.

“Don’t feel too bad, Lassen is our best when it comes to brute force” the man from the chair finally stood up and made his way over to you.

“Hey handsome?” the man in question asked as you remained pinned beneath him “you greet all enemies that way?”

“Just the pretty ones” you grinned at him before pointedly wiggling for him to let you up. He finally released you and offered you his hand to pull you up.

“I like her already” he turned and grinned to the other man.

[peyton-warren]

WIP Wednesday (er.. Saturday)

Tagged by @blackwood4stucky, thank you hon.

Been sporadically working on a Anders Lassen x Reader smut one shot that has turned into a whole series with back stories and front stories, and spy stuffs, and... yeah its a whole thing now.

An adrenaline fuelled giggle from Anders as his hand tightens around yours, dragging you quickly through the hallway after your encounter with the Nazi officer.  He thumps his shoulder against the door frame to your cabin, closely watching you as you find the key to the room.  You feel the heat from his stare, it or the adrenaline in your system making your hand shake as you try to open the door.  

Suddenly Lassen kisses the back of your neck as you pop the door open.  He pushes you both through the door, his arm firmly wrapped around you.  Shutting the door with his other hand, he spins the pair of you so you suddenly find yourself pinned against the door and his chest.  You gasp loudly as you look up into his sparkling eyes, finding yourself lost in them, in him as your heart pounds so loudly, you are certain anyone walking by your cabin door can hear it clearly.  Anders’ gaze drops from your eyes to your lips, his empty hand coming up to wrap around the back of your neck, his palm landing on your pulse point. At the feel of your heart rate, his smile widens a hair before he dips to brush his nose against yours, his lips a millimeter from yours.

Screen shot by @rainismdata

No pressure tags: @ronearoundblindly @deandoesthingstome @gummydummy19 @geralts-yenn @littlefreya and anyone else who wants to play.

[opiplover]

Oi, can someone tell me... What happend with a fic in Ao3 about Anders Lassen x Reader called "Shall i tell you how many Na*zis?" Please😩✨️

help🥺

[briefalpacashark]

=The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare=

=Plus a Woman or Two=

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Gus March-Phillips. A great, if not slightly mad man stood in a room in front of some very high-ranking men. Who in all their mighty power were in Gus’ opinion, groveling for his help. A welcome and successful change from pervious accusations of insubordination and such. In any case, it gave him a chance to kill Nazis again. And he would not pass up such an opportunity. ”If I’m to do this, I’ll need my own team. You won’t like them.They’re all, uh...” he paused to think of an accurate word. “mad,” he admitted honestly and with the upmost respect. ”They’ll need to be. Give us their names,” a man Gus knew affectionally as M stated, gladdened at the agreement. ”Henry Hayes. A smart, young Irishman who hates the Nazis because his older brother, who was a close friend of mine, drowned after a U-boat sank his fishing trawler. I’ve taken him under my wing ever since. He’s cunning, quiet and wily. More to the point, Hayes is a magnificent sailor and I trust him,” Gus started. ”If we’re going to try and sink a large ship, we’ll need Freddy “The Buzz” frogman. He can swim across the channel with his feet tied together. Admittedly, he’s a convicted arsonist and a terrible misery unless he’s destroying something. But he’s very good at blowing things up,” M listened closely as he lit his pipe. The second recommend man coming at a bit of a shock. ”Next, we’ll need the Danish hammer,” Fleming, the one who was in charge of writing down the names, looked up at the familiar and infamous title. “Anders Lassen. Grew up wrestling bears and hunting elk on his family estate. He’s a legend with a Bowie knife and a bow and arrow. He ran away at 18 to fight the Nazis after the Gestapo tortured his brother to death. He gave up filleting game for gutting Nazis. He then turned up on our shores ready to fight alongside us. He is an uncontrollable mad dog who knows a hundred creative ways to kill a man,” Gus finished. ”Most importantly, we’ll need Geoffrey Appleyard,” Gus stated. ”Yes, we thought you might. That’s why we sent him on a reconnaissance mission to Fernando Po. Unfortunately, the Nazis nabbed him on his return,” Fleming said with an apologetic smile. ”All the more reason. He knows what we need to know. He’s a master planner, a master survivor, a chess grand master and a surgeon with the blade. We spent two weeks together in a Dunkirk foxhole and if it wasn’t for Apple, I would still be there today. No Apple, no mission,” Gus put forth the ultimatum, speaking with nothing but reverence for his friend. ”I’m afraid that’s impossible,” M said with a shake of his head. ”Why?” Gus asked. ”Because he’s being held by an entire German garrison on La Palma,” M’s explanations barley even registered to Gus. Who with a nonchalant shrug said, “La Palma’s on the way,” The beautiful Marjorie scoffed at Gus’s blatant confidence, with heron by her side sharing in her opinion with a shake of his head.

”That’s insanity,” M thought Gus had to be joking. ”You let me worry about that,” Gus said dismissively. ”Alright we have our list,” Fleming stated, moving to set the pen down. ”Uh-ah,” Gus wagged his finger at him. ”It looks to me you're assembling more of a platoon than a team,” M said, taking a long draw of his pipe. ”Only one more. Patience Evangaline March-Phillips,” M sighed at what he knew was long coming. ”March-Phillips? A relative?” Marjorie asked, intrigued at the mention of another woman’s name. ”I’m sorry, a woman?” Fleming asked with a small scoff. Marjorie’s and Gus’ heated looks had him swallowing his earlier statement and writing down the name to avoid their gazes. ”My dear little sister. She’s made quiet a name for herself. The red angle she’s called,” everyone in the room could recall the name. A famous name that had eared its reverence. Yet that fact was overshadowed by the announcement that the owner of the title was a woman. “One of the best snipers the world has ever seen which last time I checked has successfully dispatched every target assigned to her. She can dispatch a man from about 2000 yards away. She’s also a wiz with anything mechanical. Anything that breaks she can fix. She knows how to build a gun from scratch and can name every kind off the top of her head. She’s fluent in seven different languages and she dabbles in aviation. That, of course, only covers the skills she is proficient in,” A beaming pride shone through Gus as he spoke of his little sister. ”Mad like you?” Heron asked. ”Alas, she is the sensible one of the two of us,” Gus chuckled. ”Very well. If you wish to bring your own flesh and blood into the folds of danger, so be it,” M’s statement had Gus glancing down. Of course, he wouldn’t want such a thing. If he had it his way, his sister would be happy tucked away in some country home, falling in love with a farmer with her only care being what to cook for her next breakfast. That was half the reason he threw himself into the war. Only she threw herself in right after him. They had stayed together in their earlier military days. Their time together ended when they were separated and Gus was imprisoned. ”She was put in danger the moment Hitler gave his first salute,” Gus stated. It was true. It was not only the solider’s who were facing danger every day. Air raid’s of Britain left no woman or child safe. ”Very well, you have your team,” M’s nodded. Gus smiled, cocking his head slightly, his eyes raking down M’s body. ”I must get me one of those coats,”

Stepping out into the cold night air, lighting a cigar at his lips, Gus on his person sported several stolen items. A total of 8 Cigar’s, not counting the one alight between his teeth. 1 high quality, gold cased lighter. 1 tailored high end coat. 1 belly full of high grade liquer. And one gleeful smile.

On the other side of the world, sat in a little shack, was a woman. About her allied solider’s shuffled about at their down time, playing cards and such. The only woman in the room, she held in her hands a dismantled hand gun, intently cleaning every nook. The rays of sunlight filtered through the shoddy window slightly, her simple features, her focused brown eyes and her well kept but unruly brown hair bound tightly into a braid. That woman was the sister of Gus. ”Patience, personal message, from a,” a young solider barely wet behind the ears frowned at the name upon the piece of paper. “Duchess Dickward,” her movements stilled, and she slowly turned a glint of familiar recognition passing through her eyes.

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[charlycorso]

Ich habe mir zwei Tage Urlaub genommen, sonst bekomme ich den nicht weg“ „Prima, dann kannst du ja mal was Sinnvolles tun!“ – So war der kurze Dialog am Abend und da hatte ich keine Ahnung, wie meine Vorstellung bezüglich Freizeitgestaltung von deiner abwich…

Am nächsten Morgen bist du vor mir wach, kuschelst dich an mich und sagst: „Du hast jetzt zwei Tage Urlaub – und damit du richtig entspannen kannst, wirst du mal zwei Tage RICHTIG Urlaub machen, d.h. Urlaub von Entscheidungen und freiem Willen. Du wirst mich ausschließlich mit Herrin anreden und alles tun, was ich dir befehle! Dafür verspreche ich dir einen unvergesslichen Orgasmus!“ Nachdem du dabei langsam und intensiv meinen Schwanz streichelst, kann ich gar nicht anders als „ja Herrin“ zu murmeln und dabei zu spüren, wie ich langsam einem Orgasmus immer näherkomme. Mein Atem geht schneller und als ich denke, ich komme, nimmst du deine Hand weg. „Prima, dann ist das abgemacht! Käfig anlegen und aufstehen! Ansonsten bleibst du nackt und machst mir Frühstück!“. Du stehst auf und gehst ins Bad, während ich mir schwertue, meinen harten Schwanz so weit zu beruhigen, dass ich ihn in den Käfig sperren kann. So gehe ich dann in die Küche und bereite dein Frühstück zu.

Als ich gerade damit fertig bin, kommst du mit Strümpfen, kurzem Rock, Bluse und Makeup in die Küche. „Ist mein Frühstück fertig, Haussklave?“ und zwickst mir dabei fest in den Hintern. Ich sage „ja Süße“ und bekomme sofort einen festen Klaps auf den Hintern. „Wie heißt das?“ „Ja Herrin“ „Schon besser! Du darfst das Frühstück servieren!“ Du stehst neben dem Tisch und wartest, bis ich dir den Stuhl bereitgestellt habe bevor du dich setzt. Als du Platz genommen hast, zeigst du auf den Boden neben dir und ich nehme nackt zu deinen Füßen Platz. Halb im Scherz meine ich „das sieht schick aus aber ohne High-Heels ist das Outfit einfach zweitklassig“. Diese Bemerkung scheinst du aber zu überhören.  Du siehst mich auffordernd an und ich beginne, deine Füße zu massieren und zu küssen. Das lässt du dir gerne gefallen, während du frühstückst. Nachdem du satt bist, schiebst du deinen Rock hoch, greifst mir in die Haare, ziehst meinen Kopf nach oben und lässt dich zu einem Orgasmus verwöhnen. Als der abgeklungen ist, befiehlst du mir, das Frühstück abzuräumen und nimmst am anderen Tisch Platz, um mit dem Homeoffice zu beginnen. Ich verstaue alles in der Küche, nehme mir dann meinen Kindle und setze mich auf die Couch. Als ich es mir gemütlich gemacht habe, höre ich, wie du dich räusperst. Ich sehe auf und du zeigst auf den Boden neben dir. Dein Blick zeigt mir, dass das kein Spaß ist, also lege ich den Reader zur Seite und nehme nackt neben dir auf dem Boden Platz.

Du beginnst zu arbeiten, telefonierst immer wieder mal. Dabei wechselst du damit ab, mich zu ignorieren und mit deinem bestrumpften Fuß mit dem Käfig und mit meinen prallen Eiern zu spielen. Ich habe ansonsten keine Ablenkung und bin einfach nur dir zu Füßen da.

Ab und zu schickst du mich weg, um dir etwas zu holen. Auf dem Rückweg darf ich laufen aber du bestehst darauf, dass ich auf dem Hinweg auf allen Vieren krabble.

Mittags machst du Feierabend und lässt dir von mir noch etwas zu essen servieren bevor du verkündest: „Ich gehe jetzt ins Schwimmbad“.  Ich schaue dich an, um zu sehen, ob du einen Scherz machst und beginne lautstark zu protestieren. „Du kannst mich doch so nicht daheimlassen!“ Du siehst mich erst böse an und dann huscht ein süffisantes Lächeln über dein Gesicht. „Du hast recht mein Sklave. So kann ich dich natürlich nicht allein daheim lassen!“ Mit diesen Worten schließt du meinen Schwanzkäfig auf und entfernst das Vorhängeschloss. Aber anstatt den Käfig abzunehmen, schiebst du eine Plastikplombe durch und lässt sie einrasten. Außerdem nimmst du noch einen Ballknebel, ziehst ihn fest, verschließt ihn mit einer weiteren Plombe und fotografierst beide Nummern. „Das ist für das Widersprechen – und damit kommst du noch gut davon! Ansonsten vielen Dank für deinen Einspruch mein Sklave. So kannst du im Notfall den Käfig und den Knebel abnehmen und ich muss mir im Schwimmbad keine Sorgen um dein Wohlergehen machen. Du wirst in der Zwischenzeit meine Wäsche machen – Unterwäsche natürlich handgewaschen – und das Abendessen kochen. Ich bin um 18 Uhr zurück! Und auch wenn du mit dem Knebel meinen Fuß nicht küssen kannst, wirst du noch niederknien und einen symbolischen Kuss draufgeben! Bis heute Abend mein Sklave! Ach ja – die Bemerkung zu meiner Kleidung wird noch ein Nachspiel haben“ Und mit diesen Worten lässt du mich alleine – nackt, verschlossen und geknebelt.

Erst kann ich es nicht fassen, dass du mich tatsächlich so zurücklässt aber als ich das Auto wegfahren höre, füge ich mich in mein Schicksal, mache ich mich an die Arbeit und beginne mit der Wäsche. Wieviel Zeit vergangen ist, weiß ich nicht, als mich das Vibrieren meines Handys aus den Gedanken reißt. Ich bekomme eine WhatsApp von dir mit einem Selfie – du und deine beste Freundin auf der Liegewiese im Schwimmbad. Kurz ärgere ich mich, dann vibriert das Handy erneut- „Jetzt ein Bild von dir!“ Ich weiß nicht, ob du alleine aufs Handy siehst, daher mache ich eine Nahaufnahme der Plombe, auf der sonst nichts zu sehen ist. Kurz darauf vibriert das Handy nochmal „GANZ!“, also knie ich mich hin und mach mit Selbstauslöser eine Ganzkörperaufnahme. Ich laufe rot an und schicke dir die Aufnahme. Zurück kommt „Brav!“ – ich weiß aber nicht, ob du deine Freundin einen Blick auf das Bild erhaschen kann oder du es ihr sogar zeigst. So läuft mein Kopfkino die ganze Zeit während ich meine Aufgaben erledige, ohne dass ich Gewissheit habe.

Um 18 Uhr ist dann wie befohlen der Tisch gedeckt und mein Essen fertig. Du nimmst mir den Knebel endlich ab, indem du die Plombe durchschneidest. Ich darf mit dir am Tisch essen aber nach wie vor bist du angezogen und ich nicht. Nach dem Essen machst du es dir auf der Couch gemütlich und ich bewege mich in die Küche, um aufzuräumen. Nachdem alles erledigt ist, möchte ich mich neben dich auf die Couch setzen aber du verweist mich wieder auf den Platz zu deinen Füßen. Du siehst dir gemütlich einen Film an, von dem ich nur den Ton mitbekomme, weil du dich während dessen noch zu zwei weiteren Orgasmen lecken und dir von mir ausgiebig die Füße massieren lässt. Danach ist es Zeit fürs Bett. Wir machen uns im Bad fertig und du massierst dabei die ganze Zeit meine prallen Eier und meinen Schwanz im Käfig. Im Schlafzimmer erwarte ich dann natürlich eine Fortsetzung, lege mich neben dir ins Bett und möchte mich an dich kuscheln. Du fesselst meine Hände ans Kopfende, verwöhnst meinen Körper mit Fingern und Lippen und öffnest endlich die Plombe an meinem Schwanzkäfig. Dann nimmst du ihn ab und ich werde sofort nass und hart. Langsam und zärtlich wichst und bläst du mich, bis ich relativ kurz vor einem Orgasmus bin. Dann lachst du leise und nimmst die Finger weg und ein Buch zur Hand. Als ich protestiere, knebelst du mich wieder und machst deinen Nachttisch auf. Du holst das Emla heraus, reibst meinen Schwanz dick ein, wäscht deine Hände und nimmst ein Buch zur Hand. Nach 10 Minuten bindest du meine rechte Hand los „Alles klar. Du hast 5 Minuten! Wenn du so geil bist, sollte das kein Problem sein!“ Ich beginne sofort, wie wild meinen Schwanz zu wichsen und aufgrund der Geilheit bleibt er auch hart aber leider komplett gefühllos. So ist an einen Orgasmus nicht zu denken. Du hast einen Timer auf dem Handy gestellt, den du mir lächelnd immer wieder hinhältst. Nach fünf Minuten ist immer noch kein bisschen Gefühl zurück und das Handy klingelt. Frustriert lasse ich es zu, dass du auch meine rechte Hand wieder fesselst und in deinem Buch weiterliest. Nach einer gefühlten Ewigkeit lässt meine Erektion wieder nach und du nutzt die Gelegenheit, mich wieder zu verschließen. „Wenn du versprichst, brav zu sein, nehme ich dir Knebel und Handschellen ab!“ Ich sehe ein, dass es keinen Sinn macht zu rebellieren, also nicke ich. Ungefesselt und geil möchte ich mich an dich kuscheln. „Nein, das ist nicht der Platz des Sklaven! Du kniest dich auf den Boden und massierst meine Füße, bis ich eingeschlafen bin. Dann darfst du dich auch ins Bett legen. Der Käfig bleibt selbstverständlich dran – du hast ja Urlaub!“

Frustriert steige ich aus dem Bett und tue wie mir befohlen. Du schläfst relativ schnell und selig ein. Bei mir dauert das deutlich länger und nachts wache ich öfter auf, weil ich im Käfig hart werden möchte.

Gott sei dank hab ich nicht Urlaub 😊

[flauschiii]

Who owns your freaking thighs, baby?

𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶.. 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥*𝘤𝘬

Part of a OneShot / headcanon collection. Perfect imperfection on wattpad

insecure!reader ; mad!toji

cockwarming ; rough ; biting ; marking ; threatened punishment

Dehnungsstreifen. Etwas, das dich verunsichert, das dich dazu bringt es mit lockerer Kleidung zu verdecken. Kurze Hosen? Bauchfreie Oberteile? In keinem der unzähligen Universen wirst du das über dich ergehen lassen und dich vor anderen entblößen.

Bis..

''Wenn du dich noch einmal wegdrehst, bring ich dich dazu'', knurrt Toji, sichtlich genervt von deinen leisen Einwänden und schwachen versuchen seinen stechenden Augen zu entkommen.

Er ist verrückt nach jedem Zentimeter, doch ganz besonders von deinen weichen Oberschenkeln zwischen denen er ohne Zögern ersticken würde wenn du ihn doch nur endlich lässt. Dass du ihm genau das verwehrst macht ihn wahnsinnig und sein Verlangen steigt nur noch mehr, als wären es zwei perfekt geformte Äpfel und er der verhungernde Mann der es zum überleben braucht.

Oder das letzte Mahl, bevor er für all seine Sünden büßen muss.

Und Gott weiß, das sind nicht wenige.

Forsch drückt er dich aufs Sofa, zieht deine Hose gerade so weit herunter, dass deine Schenkel von der kühlen Luft erzittern und versenkt sein Gesicht zwischen genau diesen. Hitze umspült dich, gepaart mit seinem zufriedenen knurren, das in seiner Brust anschwillt.

''Fuck Baby, lass mich nicht immer so hängen, du weißt wie sehr ich es brauche'', raunt er gegen deine Clit und beißt barsch hinein bis du aufschreist und seinen Kopf fast mit deinen Schenkeln zerquetschst.

Der Schmerz, gepaart mit seinen weichen Lippen bringt deinen Kopf zum schwirren. Glücksgefühle und Adrenalin strömen durch deine Adern, lassen das kleine Nervenbündel pulsieren.

''Mhm.. schon besser, kleines'', raunt Toji. ''Denk das nächste mal dran, wenn du dich mir wieder verweigerst'', er knabbert weiter. Saugt deine Clit zwischen seine Lippen und leckt über deine geschwollenen Schamlippen die vor Erregung glitzern.

Ohne weitere Vorwarnung stößt er in dich. Weitet deine Wände so abrupt, dass du für eine Sekunde glaubst auseinandergerissen zu werden. Was ein Arschloch.

Ein lauter Schrei entspringt deiner Kehle. Deine Nägel graben sich tief in seine Schulter bis du die warme Flüssigkeit an deinen Fingerspitzen spürst.

''Fuck, Baby, genau so'', raunt er amüsiert und schert sich keine Sekunde darum was du mit ihm machst. ''Lass alles raus'', säuselt er weiter, die tiefe Stimme voller Spott für deinen kläglichen Versuch ihn.. ja was eigentlich? Du willst ja gar nicht, dass er aufhört.

Ein breites Lächeln schleicht sich auf seine Lippen als er zu dir hinab sieht. Eine Träne läuft über deine Wange die er mit so viel Fürsorge wegwischt, als hat ein anderer Mann von ihm Besitz ergriffen. Der Mann, der dir auch morgens Frühstück ans Bett bringt und dir die Haare abends flechtet weil er weiß wie sehr du es hasst wenn sie beim Schlafen deinen Nacken berühren. Genauso wie der Mann, der deine Finger sanft küsst obwohl ihr in der Öffentlichkeit seid oder Barfuß durch die Straßen läuft weil du Blasen von den neuen Schuhen hast und dann mit seinen herumstolperst.

Das alles ist der Mann, der dir jetzt das Hirn rausfickt und dich mit größtem Genuss in der Mitte spaltet. Der, der es genießt wenn du seinen Namen schreist und ihn aufgelöst unter deinen langen Wimpern ansiehst.

''Wirst du sie nochmal vor mir verstecken?'', raunt Toji weiter. Seine große Hand gleitet über deinen Schenkel und hebt ihn an. Du hast dein Bein nie aus so einem Winkel gesehen. Unnatürlich, es so nah neben deinem Gesicht zu haben.

Es gibt nur eine richtige Antwort auf seine Frage, doch sie kommt dir nicht über die Lippen. Sei es aus Scham oder um ihn weiter zu necken weil du seine harte Seite genauso liebst wie seine weiche, ist dir in diesem Moment nicht bewusst.

Du weißt nur, dass er nicht aufhören soll dich so anzusehen. Jeden Zentimeter deines Körpers zu mustern als ist er das schönste Gemälde in einem Museum das nur ihm gehört.

Etwas, dass ihn in den siebten Himmel bringt und so voller Emotionen füllt, dass er sich nicht mehr kontrollieren kann. Gefangen zwischen den sanften Momenten in denen er sich kaum traut dich anzufassen und dem verlangen dich auseinanderzureißen weil er dich so sehr will.

Energisch beißt er in die sensible Haut deines Oberschenkels, verteilt feuchte Streifen auf jedem einzelnen deiner Streifen die deine Haut durchziehen. ''Oh Gott, wegen dir geh ich nochmal drauf'', murmelt er, seine gewaltvollen Stöße verharren einen Moment als er mit Begierde in deine Augen sieht.

Ungeduldig drückt sich seine Erektion gegen deine engen Wände während er jede deiner Muskelkontraktionen genießt. ''Wem gehören die verdammten Schenkel?!''

''D-Dir'', murmelst du perplex als er dich mit seiner rauen Stimme aus der Ekstase zurück holt. ''Dir, Toji.''

''Dann hör endlich auf sie zu verstecken, verdammt'', knurrt er, widmet sich wieder deinen weichen Schenkeln um Bisse und Male zu verteilen. ''Noch einmal und ich ficke deinen Arsch genauso hart wie deine köstliche Pussy.''

Du schmunzelst, weißt dass er jedes Wort so meint wie er es sagt, doch es schreckt dich nicht ab. Stattdessen schlingst du deine Schenkel um seinen Nacken und drückst ihn zu deiner wunden Clit. Mit einem wohligen knurren liebkost er nun das Nervenbündel so vorsichtig, dass es dich direkt in den siebten Himmel befördert während seine Erektion ungeduldig gegen seinen Bauch drückt und Pre-Cum überall verteilt.

Seine geübte Zunge bringt dich innerhalb weniger Sekunden so nah an den Abgrund, dass du dich ihm entgegen streckst.

''Deine Schenkel bringen mich in den Himmel'', murmelt er. ''Oder in die Hölle.. und es könnte mich nicht weniger stören wo ich lande, solange sich diese verdammten Beine um mich schlingen.''

[pollunam]

Flaws. Part 1.

Warnings: 18 + blood, and canon typical violence.

"So, Gus, I want to introduce you to a lady who will be joining you," Gabbin nodded, gesturing to open the door. I stood confidently behind her, fiddling with my gloves. I wouldn't say I was easily frightened. Try being scared when your father made you throw knives at apples atop your brother's head from childhood.

The door creaked open, revealing a smoke-filled room. Smoke swirled elegantly in the air, forming intricate patterns against dark wallpaper and faces full of hope, albeit not the most enthusiastic ones.

"Well, this is Gus March-Phillips. Maybe not the finest gentleman, but he knows his trade," Gabbin introduced.

"Welcome, milady," he smiled, adjusting his already curled mustache.

I nodded. "Lovely coat, I think I've seen it on someone else before."

Gabbin sighed heavily. "It's time for you to go, before he starts undressing me."

I smiled, pulling out a cigarette. Gus promptly offered a lighter.

"And I'm certain I've seen it somewhere too."

With that remark came two heavy sighs, and we triumphantly left the room. There was no time to think about formalities; we had a challenging task ahead, which I already knew about, but this man inspired confidence.

"Our team is quite unusual, I trust you understand that," Gus closed the car door with my suitcases already inside. The driver set off, illuminating the gravel road with yellow headlights.

"It doesn't bother me; I'm part of this 'unusual' company," I air-quoted.

"They'll like you."

"Now I'm nervous," I chuckled.

"I just can't figure out how they picked you for this assignment. You don't look like a reckless headhunter at all."

"Someone has to keep an eye on you boys."

The car stopped at the pier. The night air was fresh and breezy, blowing in from the ocean. Salty splashes danced joyfully at the shore, cresting with white foam on the sand. The sky glittered with a myriad of stars, perhaps the most romantic scene I'd ever witnessed. I stood mesmerized, watching the waves break beautifully against the pier.

"Enjoying the view?" Gus held my suitcases. "Too bad, it's time to go. I'm sure the ship's view won't disappoint."

I nodded quickly, following him.

"Finally, we've been waiting for you," someone shouted from the deck, and a head in a comical sailor hat appeared over the stern. "Good evening, milady," the stranger whistled, offering his hand. "Graham at your service."

I smiled. "Thank you for your help. This dress isn't the best attire for a ship." With one hand, I lifted the hem of my dress to climb aboard.

"Then take it off," a broad-shouldered man with round glasses appeared in the cabin doorway. His accent marked him as a foreigner. Tall and sturdy, he resembled a Viking woven from northern winds.

"Isn't that a bit forward of you?" I retorted.

"I didn't mean what you thought, mind you," he chuckled warmly.

"Then say it so you're understood."

"Affirmative, my dear."

I flared up. The big guy was clearly teasing me.

"Anders, where are your manners?" Gus shook his head. "We're not a band of brigands; we're gentlemen who never underestimate ladies. Especially ones like her."

"Are you planning to travel with us?" Anders agilely descended from the cabin. "This isn't an Atlantic cruise."

Graham whistled again. "Pay him no mind. He's big, but not the brightest."

"No problem. I just don't understand how such a massive bear isn't sinking the ship with his presence."

Anders squinted. "I find that amusing."

"I'll try to entertain you more often," I smirked.

"Good evening! I'm Freddy," a man appeared from behind, sporting a blue scarf around his neck. He smiled warmly and openly.

"I'll show you to your cabin. Space is tight, but we'll find something suitable," Gus gestured for me to go ahead, descending a small staircase inside.

The large room served as a dining area, kitchen, and bedroom with two bunk beds. It smelled of apples and wine. The beds were neatly made, and an open bottle of alcohol sat on the table, emitting a pungent scent.

"The safest bet would be one of these beds."

"Seems like there aren't enough."

"Don't worry, we've got sleeping bags."

"I can take it, no problem. I've slept in worse conditions."

"No, no. We'll do it differently," Gus grinned, "forget about the sleeping bag, it's pure mockery."

"Listen, Gus, I appreciate that, really, but it's not necessary at all."

"It's absolutely necessary, trust me. Conversation's over, just like the tour. Make yourself comfortable," he said, heading upstairs heavily, while I sat at the table, resting my head on my hands. Thoughts leapt and tangled in my mind. Well, this adventure was right up my alley: gunfire, smell of danger, and the scent of pure escapade.

I pulled out trousers and a white shirt from my suitcase and quickly changed, listening to voices from above.

"Someone needs to sleep in the sleeping bag tonight. We'll take turns after."

"I can do it, no problem," a hearty man offered. I chuckled approvingly, tying my hair up in a bun.

By the time I finished brewing tea for everyone, the ship had already set sail. Carefully, I climbed up, carrying four mugs.

"Thanks a lot!" Graham smiled, noticing me; he immediately took one cup, "need a hand?"

"No, it's alright, I'll manage."

Fredrick appeared right away, "now that's service."

"Just a friendly gesture."

Gus stood at the helm.

"Hey! Up there! Tea?"

"Leave it there, I'll get it later!" he shouted back.

I carefully placed the mug on the stair step and looked around for the Viking. How could one miss such a broad man - it was a mystery. A silhouette appeared at the stern. Anders was coiling rope, sitting on the edge of the hull; he seemed completely absorbed in his thoughts, focused on his task.

"Hi again," I leaned against the rail, offering him a steaming cup, "care for some?"

"Is it poisoned?"

"No, if I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't do it so blatantly."

"Now I'll have to be on guard," Anders smiled, taking the tea, "thanks."

I looked at the receding shore, flickering in the darkness like a fallen star.

"Why are you here? I mean, your job... it's quite... dangerous."

"It's a long story of family drama, but I'm glad to be where I am, despite the danger."

"I understand, yes," the Viking nodded, "I have a similar story."

"Where are you from?"

"Denmark."

"Ah, a true Viking," I smiled, "how could I possibly be scared then?"

"Still, don't anger me, alright," Anders also smiled, adjusting his glasses, "I like how you called me that, but please don't spread the idea."

"Deal."

We sat in silence, listening to the sound of water pushing against the hull and the wind whistling through the sails. The coolness enveloped me, but it seemed I had completely forgotten about it, imagining London engulfed in fire and war, left behind. Ahead, the horizon blended seamlessly with the ocean in a vast blue landscape.

"Aren't you cold?" Anders broke the fragile silence.

"A bit, but it's so beautiful here, I can't stop admiring."

"Better go below, it's easy to catch a cold in the ocean."

I nodded, "I'll go down soon."

Alone again, I leaned against the stern, staring at the ocean's surface. Dark as lead. I didn't feel like sleeping.

"Here," I didn't even notice Anders returning, handing me a blanket, "for the tea."

"Thanks, what will you do for two teas?"

"Save the pleasure for later. Although, you did take off your dress."

"Hey, Viking!"

He laughed, "I'm just kidding."

"Go already, or you'll catch a cold," I teased him back, wrapping the blanket around my shoulders.

"Just a tip, if you're sailing for the first time, it's easy to get seasick if you stare at the water. You won't notice when you fall in."

"My intuition tells me to listen to you, but common sense suggests testing that theory."

"Now I see why you're here," he sat on coiled ropes, "go ahead, test it."

"You're a troublemaker."

"How so?" Anders raised his eyebrows in confusion, "I've been sitting quietly, brought you a blanket, and said nothing about your clothes."

"Alright," I turned away.

In reality, I felt dizzy. I couldn't afford to collapse now, or else there would be enough jokes to fill three huge books titled "I'm the funniest person on Earth and I'm called the Giant Viking."

" You know, you really annoy me. I'd better go."

Anders slyly raised his eyes at me, "just like that? Just because of me, darling? You give up quickly."

"I've had enough of your teasing for today."

"Well then, good night."

He didn't move from his spot, not even a twitch, much like me. My legs felt weak.

"Are you alright?" Graham shouted, having taken over from Gus at his post, he raised an eyebrow, "you don't look too good."

"You all here are masters at giving compliments."

"I meant you look kinda green."

"Ah, no, that's my natural skin tone," I waved dismissively, feeling nausea creeping up.

"Alright, then can I take Anders from you? I need some help."

"No problem."

Anders stared at me intently, gripping the ship's railing.

"Five minutes, buddy," he signaled to Graham with five fingers, climbing up. "You know, my intuition tells me to just toss you overboard, but common sense," he scooped me up, throwing me over his shoulder, "suggests helping you again."

"Let me go, I'm about to be sick," I covered my mouth with my hand.

"Not on my favorite sweater. Hang in there."

"Oh God!" Everything blurred before my eyes. "I'm not kidding."

Anders sat me down on the step leading to the helm. "Don't go anywhere," he smirked.

I dropped my head back, closing my eyes. Silly rocking. Silly mission and silly Viking.

"Pour."

"What are you pouring?" I couldn't open my eyes, and that turned out to be a blessing because right after that command, water splashed over me. It eased the discomfort.

"I don't know what's wrong with your character, darling, but this is the second time in a couple of hours that I've had to come to your aid. And now I'll have to sleep in a sleeping bag instead of a warm bed."

"Well, it'll pass quickly," Graham's voice assured me, "I've been through the same."

"I warned you."

"It's okay, she'll recover," Freddie chimed in.

And I still couldn't open my eyes. I had no idea the ocean was a worse enemy than the Germans.

"Can you get up?"

"Yeah, just a minute," I sighed, gathering my strength, and slowly stood up, leaning on the railing. "I feel better, thank you, really."

"You'll feel like a fish in water tomorrow," Graham promised, "good night."

I nodded, unable to carry on the conversation.

"Let's go," Freddie offered his hand.

Anders critically observed what was happening, folding his arms across his chest.

1:0 in his favor, it seems. However, there's still plenty ahead.

[autumnleaves1991-blog]

The Bear (Anders Lassen x F! Reader)

Request from @wunder-blunder: I'm (VERY) interested in Anders Lassen (The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare) x female reader, I really enjoyed your fic Living for Later (a part 2 for that would be awesome)! So, if you're still interested/reading, my idea is that the group (Anders, Gus, etc.) go to a bar after they get out of confinement at the end of the movie, and that's where Anders and the female reader meet. The female reader (very understandably) can't stop staring at Anders so he walks over to ask why she's staring. The female reader will say how she's just shocked that anyone would let a bear into a bar (Anders is the bear), flirty banter happens and eventually leads to much more explicit things.

Pairing: Anders Lassen x Female Reader

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, minors do not interact. 18 + ONLY. Oral M & F receiving, language, thigh riding, p in v, happy ending.

Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare Masterlist

"Taste that, Gentlemen," Gus holds up his pint, "the taste of freedom." They click their glasses together, beer sloshing over the side and landing on the bar top before they tip back the pints.

"Damn, I don't think anything could taste better," Freddy sighs, looking at his glass like a lover.

Anders smiles to himself, "I can think of something." His eyes scan across the room, his back casually leaning against the bar.

"Naughty boy, Lassen," Apple laughs, taking another sip and glancing around at the lack of women in the pub. "But it doesn't look like you're going to have much luck around here."

"Would you like another?" Anders turns slowly, his heartbeat quickening when he sees you there behind the bar, the other bartender giving you a smile and a pat on the back as he heads out. "Jesus," you whistle, "I didn't know we let bears in here."

"What?" Anders sits straighter looking around for the threat.

You giggle, "I meant you," you point at him, "you look like a fuckin' bear. What did you do to get a body like that? Bench press cars?"

His cheeks turn pink and he coughs, adjusting his glasses, "I-well I."

"Steamin' Jesus," Apple chuckles, "she's got you tongue-tied Lassen!"

You give the one called Lassen a playful wink before pouring him another pint and placing it before him. "This one's on the house, didn't mean to embarrass ya in front of your friends."

"It's no trouble," he turns and speaks at his friends between clenched teeth, "they seem to have lost their manners in prison."

"Prison?" you stand straighter looking between the patrons, "you lot just got out of prison?" They nod sheepishly, "what the hell for?"

"That's classified," the one with the dark black facial hair and curls speaks up. "But we were found innocent and released today."

"So you're not raging murderous psychopaths?" you ask, refilling their glasses and wiping down the bar from the previous spill.

"Only when it comes to Nazis," you look at the Bear and feel a smile pull at your lips.

"Well, that's just fine then."

The rest of the night passes quickly, you make conversation with the other patrons, fix drinks, and try not the spend the entire time drooling over the beast of a man seated at your ber. While all of those things go well, the latter is hard to accomplish. It probably isn't helpful that you can feel his eyes follow you around the room.

And when your eyes meet, it's fucking electric. He's so big, he barely fits on the chair, his shirt sleeves rolled up leave little to the imagination and it makes your seriously want to know if he's that big, everywhere.

"Last call, gents," you ring the bell, seeing a handful of regulars come up for a final pint or to settle their bill.

You move about the room, starting the closing tasks for the evening, tossing goodbyes over your shoulder until the chime of the door is silenced. But when you look up your breath catches at seeing one lone patron remaining.

"We're closed," your voice comes out breathy, and you clear your throat. He's silent, watching you like he has all night, and you feel your assessment of him as a bear was accurate. He's an animal alright, and he's hungry.

"Do you want me to leave?" he asks, crossing his arms across him onto the bar top, and resting his chin on his hands. "Say the word, and I will go."

The words slip out before you can process, "No," he smiles, "I don't want you to leave."

He nods, before straightening, "what do we need to do to go?"

"Oh," you quickly lift your hands, shaking your head, "no, you just sit there, I can finish by myself."

He stands and your eyes widen to the size of dinner plates. Fuck, he is a giant, towering over you. You didn't get to grasp how tall he was when he sat at the bar all evening and your panties drench just thinking of how big he is. The thought from earlier comes back with a vengeance and you gulp, your eyes traveling down his body.

"See something you like?" He holds out his arms and turns for you, smirking when he catches your eyes, "are you just going to look, darling?"

"No," you swallow, shaking your head, and moving to stand before him. Tentatively you reach a hand out towards his chest, gasping when he grabs your wrist and pulls you into his orbit. His chest is solid muscle beneath your palm, and you move across his chest towards his arm, tongue coming out to lick your lips.

He groans, and your eyes snap to his, but his arm on your lips, "can I kiss you?" he asks, his hand coming to rest on your chin, his thumb pulling down your bottom lip before you bend your head and take it into your mouth. Tongue swirling around his digit, sucking it between your lips before letting go with a pop.

"Knulla," he mumbles under his breath.

"Kiss me Bear," you command and he wastes not a moment. His arms wrapping around your waist and hoisting you into his arms before your ass lands on the bar top. He nestles his body between your thighs, spreading them far to make room for his large form.

"Tell me you want this," he's so close, and you feel a little drunk having him so close. "Tell me," you pulls you towards the edge of the counter, your soaking through your panties, skirt bunched around him, "that you want me to fuck you. That you'll let me take you home and do everything I've been dreaming to do to you all night."

The sound of your heart beating is so deafening you can guarantee he can hear it. "Yes," you whimper, begging him with your body to put you out of your misery and kiss you.

"Then," he takes a step back, lowering your skirts, "what do we need to do to leave?"

You huff, crossing your arms and withering on the bar top, desperate for any kind of friction. The Bear misses nothing though and quickly steps forward, pulling you off the counter and to your feet. "None of that," he chastises playfully, "the only thing getting you off tonight will be me."

"Hmph," you step out of his arms, crossing your own across your chest. "You won't even kiss me, how do I know it's even worth letting you take me home?"

"I see," he nods, "the little barn needs a taste."

You don't get a chance to ask about the meaning of the word before he has you pinned to the wall, his knee slotted between your skirts and his mouth hot on your own. It's like an inferno, his mouth moving with your own in a complicated waltz only you two knowing the steps. When he lifts his knee, and presses it to your cunt, you gasp, his tongue sliding into your mouth and tangling with your own.

You are lost to everything but him, and when he raises his boot to his toes and rolls his leg up and down you quickly grasp onto his shoulders, his forehead pressed to your own. You close your eyes and rock your hips, being held completely off the ground by his tree trunk of a thigh.

"That's it," he praises, holding onto your hips and helping you move back and forth on his thigh. "Your bear is hungry," he latches his lips onto your neck when your head drops back against the wall. "Hmm," he groans, sucking and leaving bites along your neck, "I want you to cum," he whispers in your ear, sucking your earlobe between his lips. "Then I'm gonna take you home and lick that pretty pussy clean until you make a mess all over my face, again."

The combination of the filth rolling off his tongue and the strong thigh beneath you, working together with his hands on your waist is all too much. You grab him around the neck with one arm and the other hand is on his arm and you pull yourself up and down with a small cry and a whimper of his name as you fall apart beneath his skilled fingers.

Your breath is loud in the silence of the pub and you both still as he slowly lowers you to the ground. The legs you stand on are wobbly and he quickly reaches out an arm to steady you. "Are you alright, my darling?" he asks softly, running a hand over your face, and smiling when you nod. "You were so beautiful," he marvels, "if that's how gorgeous you look cumming on my thigh. You will rival the gods when you cum on my cock."

"Lassen," you whimper his name and he closes his eyes and controls his breathing.

"Please, call me Anders," he begs, slowly opening his eyes and taking a step back, "what do we need to do to finish?"

"Nothing," you shake your head, turning to reach over the bar for your purse, "I'm opening the bar tomorrow at 11, I'll come in early and finish it."

"We should finish it now," he argues gently, holding up a hand to interrupt you, "trust me."

"Why?"

"Because I don't think you're going to make it in tomorrow." You eyes widen and you go to ask the question when he offers the answer, "you'll be lucky to walk tomorrow when I'm through with you."

The two of you make quick work of the closing tasks and after making a quick call to your boss about covering for the next day you both finally leave the pub. The London air is chilly and you pull your threadbare coat tighter around your body, locking the door behind you. A couple passes when you turn and you sigh looking at the womans fine coat and gloves, a girl could dream.

A heavy weight drops across your shoulders, the scent of tobacco and leather heady as you snuggle into the warmth. "Let's get you home," Anders, reaches an arm around you and you turn towards home. If it wasn't for the spend dripping down your thighs, you'd think it was just an evening stroll between a couple. You'd always wish you had a man to meet you after work and walk you home. Someone to make sure you made it home safe.

With Anders arms around you, you could almost pretend. You walked in comfortable silence, the tension from earlier simmering as your pace quickened when your apartment came into view. You took the steps two at a time, and before long you stood before the door.

You shrug off his coat and hand it to him before reaching into your purse for your keys. The room is dark and you move around the room, turning on lamps and hanging up your coat. The deadbolt is deafening and when you turn to look towards the door, your jaw drops.

The whole thing happens in slow motion, his eyes on you the whole time. He’s wearing suspenders and he lowers each side till their hanging at his waist. His hands are slow, methodical, as he unbuttons each button of his shirt. Your own hands mirroring his actions as you slip the buttons of your shirt in time with each of his. He tugs the shirt off and your mouth waters. His chest is a canvas of scars, and for a second he looks unsure as you step forward, hand reaching out to trace the long one across his abdomen. 

“How did that happen?” you ask, whispering. He tells you everything, your hand tracing each and every scar before going over them with your lips. 

When you’ve finished tracing your tongue across the last scar, a bullet he received two years ago protecting a child does he find his voice. “You’re not disgusted?” 

“My handsome Bear,” you cradle his face, “these scars are the canvas of your life. The life you’ve fought so hard to live. I could never be disgusted.” 

He lets out a shallow breath before nodding, “Thank you.” 

“No,” you hold a finger to his lips, “no thank you are necessary. It is I who should be thanking you.” You trace your hand down his abdomen and reach for his belt, holding his gaze when you begin to open his pants and lower the zipper, dropping to your knees and licking your lips as you work the pants down his legs. 

His cock is magnificent, and you are pleased to know he really is that large, everywhere. “Fuck,” you mumble, wondering for a moment how you’ll even manage to get him in your mouth let alone your pussy. He’s silent, watching you and he steps out of his pants, tossing them and his shoes into the corner and standing before you completely naked. 

You reach for his cock and give it a tentative stroke, your hand not even encompassing half his size, mouth salivating at the dribble of pre-cum pooling at the end. You stick out your tongue and lick the end of his cock, moaning softly at the salty taste. “Fan, gör det igen älskling,” he moans head dropping back and you feel encouraged by the broken way he just sounded.

Your jaw strains from the stretch but you manage to slide about half of him down your throat before you hit the back. Your panties drip onto the floor, when you pull him back out and in, lubricating the rest so your hands can slide in time with your mouth. You want to touch your pussy so bad, it’s throbbing but his moans of pleasure are enough to get you off. He leans down, putting one of his hands on your head and guiding you deeper, gagging on his cock. 

Anders looks down, his mouth dropped open on a moan, watching the saliva drip down your chin and splash like raindrops on your exposed breasts. He wants to lick them, open his mouth wide and suck each gorgeous globe between his lips, teasing your nipple with his tongue. But right now he’s lost to the way you look at him. Tears streaming down your chin as you attempt to take him deeper and deeper with each thrust of his hips, he’s so fucking close and he wants to cum inside your mouth, watch your mouth fill with the white creamy cum and see your throat bob as your swallow down his load. 

“I’m gonna cum,” he warns, holding your head still and listening to your gag as he cums down your throat with a loud groan of your name. It’s as beautiful as he thought when he pulls out and watches you gasp, hands on his thighs as you try to catch your breath, his cum all over your lips until you lick them clean with a grin. 

Anders reaches a hand out, pulling you up and quickly disposing of the rest of your clothes. He doesn’t bother with your bra straps, the fabric ripping and tossed in the corner before he’s tossing you over his shoulder and heading for the bedroom. You let out a loud squeal but he silences you when he fondles your ass, giving it a sharp slap. 

He tries three doors before he finds the bedroom, and tosses you onto the bed - tits bouncing with the force. “Spread your legs for me, darling,” he drops to his knees and crawls up the bed, nestling himself between your thighs. “Let me see that messy cunt.” He lifts one of your legs and rests it on his shoulder, spreading you wide, and running a thick finger between your folds. “Hmm,” he hums happily, spreading your wetness all over your folds. 

Anders leans forward and you reach down, grabbing his hair with one hand, the other quickly reaching behind you for the pillow when he licks at your clit. Almost like a kitten licking a bowl of milk, he hums, the vibrations traveling up your body and you wither, groaning when he lifts his other arm and rests it across your stomach keeping you still. 

That’s when everything changes. Gone is the kitten and the bear comes out to play. He devours you, his nose dragging through your slit and he tongue following, playing with your clit like the expert marksman you assume he is. 

“Anders,” you try to rock your hips and he lets up with his grip, letting you ride his face. 

He pulls up for air, watching mesmerized as your hips lift trying to follow his mouth. You halt when he spits on your pussy, the sound lewd and loud your leg rising as he lifts one of his arms and puts it between you. You arch off the bed on a gasp when he slides two of his thick fingers inside you. 

You grasp the arm at your waist in an iron grip, moving your hips up and down. He curls his fingers and you see stars. “Fuck!” He leans down, sucking your clit back into his mouth and moving his tongue back and forth. The slight stubble leaves a delicious burn that aches. “I’m gonna-“ you pant, struggling to get the words out before you feel the pressure build and explode soaking his fingers. He doesn’t lose momentum, riding your high out until you’re pushing his face away. 

He crawls up your body and rests his body gently on your own. He rests his head on your chest, like he did on his arms back at the bar, grinning. 

“You look quite pleased with yourself,” you run your fingers through his hair, his head tilting to rest more into your hand. 

“I am,” he smiles, “to have a beautiful woman fall apart on my tongue is a blissful thing.” 

“You must have had many women to have such skill.” The idea leaves a sour feeling in your stomach and your hand falls back to your chest but he quickly moves his head beneath your hand to encourage your touch. 

“I haven’t,” his words surprise you and you meet his eyes to see them already upon you. “Been with many women that is. Just two.” You’re unsure if you believe him, but he places a kiss between your breasts and moves up your body to gently kiss your lips. His cock grows hard against your belly with each swipe of his tongue against your own. “I want to see you cum again,” he whispers against your lips. 

“Then fuck me-“ the words die on your tongue when he lifts your legs and presses them into your stomach, his cock brushing through your folds. 

“As you wish,” he grins, pressing just the head inside you. You gasp, tossing your head back as he works himself deeper and deeper inside you with each thrust of his hips. 

“Oh god,” you moan, his thumb working your clit as he finally fits himself all the way inside you. 

His chuckle has your eyes snapping open to look at him with a tilt of your head and he gives you a wink, “Not god, darling, just me.” 

“You assho-” he rocks his hips, pulling back all the way before slamming back in again. You can’t breathe, each stroke of his enormous cock punching the oxygen from your lungs. 

You close your eyes, lost in the sensations he brings out, each snap of his hips fills you deeper and deeper, and you’re sure you can feel him poking out of your stomach. The room is otherwise silent besides your panting breath, incoherent mumblings of his name, and the lewd sounds of his cock pumping into your soaked pussy. 

“Look at me,” Anders, nudges his head against your own and you slowly open your eyes. “There you are,” he praises, kissing you deeply, “keep your eyes on me, I want to see you cum.” 

“An-Anders,” you hold onto both his arms and look between you, seeing him disappear inside you with each movement of his massive body. The pressure in your belly builds like a volcano bound to explode and he sees it, moving his hips quicker and chasing your release with his own. 

“Cum for me, darling,” he commands, his accent strong, “cum now.” You obey, arching your chest up into him and letting out a loud moan, squeezing around his cock so tight. “Shit,” he groans, flooding you with his release. It’s hot and thick and you can feel it drip down your thighs, leaving them sticky. 

He stays buried deep inside you, his massive arms on either side of your head keeping himself upright so he does not crush you. You want to feel his weight on you, feel him keep you there with his body, never let you go. But eventually, he does, but not before kisses are pressed over every inch of your face. He may be a bear in appearance; a fierce fighter that could tear your limb from limb with little thought. But inside hes nothing but a teddy bear, a lover, someone you could easily get attached too. 

“Wheres the bathroom?” he asks, sitting up, his eyes fixed on where he’s left a mess licking his lips. You point to the door in the corner and he reluctantly rises. God, he’s a fucking sight, all hard lines and muscles, and with each step away you want to shout for him to return. 

He returns quickly with a clothe, wiping you clean and collapsing back into bed. Tugging you into his arms, sleep quickly finds you, his arm rubbing up and down your back and humming a soft swedish lullaby. 

By the time you awaken the clock reads 1 pm and the bed is long cold. No note, no sign he was even there besides the two wet towels hanging in the bathroom. You hate how dissapointed you feel at his absence but the ache between your legs from the six additional orgasms since the night before remind you that even if you wished too you couldn’t have gone again. He had to leave eventually. 

The shower works out some of the kinks in your muscles but you still move slowly throughout the flat, trying to muster the strength to go into work that evening. While your boss had been accepting of missing the opening shift at the pub you couldn’t get out of closing tonight. 

The pub is loud when you arrive and you smile at the other bartender before jumping into the fray and starting to take orders. The night moves quickly luckily despite your melancholy mood, several of the regulars pick up on it; cracking jokes in the hopes of alleviating some of the sadness. 

From behind you notice another seat fill at the bar and go to turn, “What can I get-” the words evaporate on your tongue—a great bear of a man filling the bar stool before you. You look at one another, the pub continuing around you like it didn’t know your world was slowly tilting on its axis. 

“You,” he puts his arms on the bar top and smiles at you, “I would like to have you.” 

“You did,” you cross your arms over your chest, “you left without a word.” 

He lifts a bag from the floor and puts it on top of the counter, “I needed to go grab this.” 

He’s piqued your curiosity and knows it, grinning like a schoolboy as you uncross your arms and move closer, to pull the bag down and look inside. The contents are ordinary, clothes and an extra pair of shoes, a shaving kit, several knives, and guns. “I don’t understand,” you glance up at him and catch the quick hint of vulnerability. 

He clears his throat, “I went to grab my things. So I could come back home.” 

“Home?” you feel a tightness in your throat, “and where might that be?” 

“I already told you, darling. You. You, are my home.” 

“We hardly know one another,” the first tear slips down your cheek and he stands leaning over the bar to brush it away. “You could be a madman for all I know, a brute, a beast.” 

He holds a hand to his chest, mock offense clear on his face, “I am no such thing. I am a lover, not a fighter. You raise a brow at him, pulling out the large hunting knife from his bag and he grins sheepishly, “Okay, I am a bit of a fighter.” 

You stare at him, him watching with bated breath for you to decide if he’s worth this effort. But you know you already decided when you turned around and saw him there. “You’re paying half the rent,” he beams, nodding happily, “and doing the washing and dishes. I won’t be a little housewife doing all the work while you sit around and drink.” 

“I can cook,” he stands, coming around the bar, the other patrons watching him curiously, looking between the two of you. “I’m very handy around the house,” he wraps his arms around your waist, your hands falling naturally to his chest. “I make the bed, clean up after myself, and will be your own personal guard dog, darling, no one will ever hurt you. I promise.” 

He leans down to kiss you but you pull back, watching the little crease between his brows deepen in confusion. “I don’t want a guard dog,” you whisper to his conspiritorily, “I want a bear.” 

His laugh is loud and booming before he nods, “yes, my love, I’ll be your bear.” When he finally presses his lips to yours, the bar erupts in cheers, and for the first time in the long time, you’re exactly where you want to be.

[holylulusworld]

The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare masterlist

Gus March-Philipps Masterlist

Anders Lassen Masterlist

[skadilothbrok]

Given The Chance - Chapter 5

You’d made sure all your weapons were hidden from view as you finally strolled down the path with a casual gait, a stolen basket over your arm. As you reached the first trio of soldiers you made a show of being shocked to see them.

“What’s your business” they called out in German, but you shook your head in a show of not understanding them.

“You speak English?” another of them asked.

“Only little” you gave them your best Dutch accent.

“Why are you here?” one of them men asked in thickly accented English.

“Dock money” you told them “I collect each day for bank” they shared a look before turning back to you.

“Fetch it and be on your way” they instructed you.

You gave them a timid look and made sure to keep your head down as you shuffled past them, heading towards the dockmasters shed. Most of the soldiers were too busy talking amongst themselves as you strolled past them. A few made lewd comments which you simply ignored.

Just as you made it to the doorway, a loud explosion rang out across the other side of the dock. The soldiers instantly sprang into action, rushing towards the noise. Rushing inside the shed, the four soldiers that were readying the MG 42 turned to you confused.

Before they had time to fire off a single round, you pulled a pistol from your basket and shot the closest two dead. The next ran at you and you took care of him with a blade to the throat, blood spraying you as he fell. Indecision between manning the gun or dealing with you made the final man easy enough to kill.

Pushing him out of the way you took his position and took aim down the sight of the gun. A grin spread over your face as you started to take out groups of the Nazi soldiers. Between bursts, you spotted the rest of your team appearing from their hiding positions and dropping bodies.

The door to the shed swung open and an officer rushed towards you with a snarl. Rushing to turn and defend yourself, you cursed at the inconvenient angle you were at. Seconds later the door burst open once more and Anders tackled the officer to the ground. He attacked the man with such aggression that you were left stunned.

Once he was finished, he turned to you covered in blood. If the look on his face was anything to go by, he was watching for your reaction to his show of brutality. “You’re all messy” you rose an eyebrow at him.

“So are you” he gestured to the blood splattered over your own face before closing the distance and pulling you into a fiery kiss. It was all teeth and battling for dominance. You let him win. This time.

When he stepped back from you, you released a long breath “better get back to it” you told him before turning your attention back to shooting down Nazi’s. He left the shed to continue his own spree quickly after, but your heartrate refused to slow back to normal.

Not long after, there wasn’t a single soldier left on the dock. Standing from your position, you picked up the MG 42 before strolling from the shed and heading for the boat. “You taking souvenirs?” Freddy asked with a laugh as you jumped onto the deck.

“It’s too lovely to leave behind” you grinned as you put it down on the deck before moving to help ready the boat to leave. Half an hour later and you were clear off the coast and not a sign of being pursued at all.

“That went well” Gus finally spoke up “good job Y/n” he nodded at you.

“Always happy to kill Nazi’s” you beamed back at him, fully aware that there was still blood covering your face and clothes. A few laughs reached your ears before your eyes landed on Anders across the deck, in a similarly blood covered state.

“Time to go get cleaned up I think” you strolled over to him and tugged at his hand, pulling him after you as you disappeared below deck.

“You’re so perfect for me” Anders quickly moved to touch you more as you made your way to the small bathroom area.

“Is that so” you asked cheekily as you pulled your bloodied top over your head without hesitation, turning to the small sink and grabbing a cloth to wet. You watched Anders pull his own bloody shirt off in the small mirror. He wrapped his body around yours and took the damp cloth from your hand.

Dropping your head back against his shoulder, you sighed deeply as he started to wipe the blood and dirt from your skin. His movements were so gentle, clashing with the rough exterior that he displayed. You enjoyed the attention as you closed your eyes, relaxing into him.

Once the blood was cleaned from your body, he gently turned you around to wipe the splatters from your face. “So perfect” he spoke softly as he wiped the last mark away. You smiled softly before taking the cloth from him and returning the favour of cleaning him.

“You keep saying nice things to me we might have a problem” you spoke as you moved the cloth over his arms.

“Why’s that?” he watched you carefully as you worked.

You considered your answer before voicing it. “I might go and get overly attached to you”.

“That doesn’t sound like a problem to me” he told you as you moved onto his other arm.

“What if I end up wanting to keep you?” you dared as you gently removed the dirt from his skin, moving up to his face only to find him smiling widely at you.

“Then I’m yours to keep” he said it with such sincerity that you felt your own smile widen fully.

“You might regret that” you gently wiped his cheek clean.

“I doubt it” he took the cloth from your hand and threw it back into the sink before pulling you into a kiss more filled with emotion than any of the previous ones.

You hummed against him as you placed a hand on his chest and moved back a little. “Unfortunately, our friends are just up on the deck, and I’ve not known them nearly long enough to put on a show”.

“Damn them” he laughed as he placed another peck on your lips “this is torture”.

“We’ll be back in a couple of days” you reminded yourself as much as him “and then we can lock your bedroom door and throw away the key”.

“Hopefully the days are short” he reluctantly stepped back from you before leading you out of the bathroom to get clean clothes from your bunks. As you pulled out a fresh shirt and threw it over your shoulders, he moved closer to help button it up. Even that small act of care made you feel giddy.

This man was going to be the death of you. But damn you would die happy.

==BONUS ANDERS’ POV==

Every moment that he couldn’t ravish you felt like a physical torture. Every time you entered the same space as him, his blood ran hot. He’d never felt such an attraction to anyone before. The first time he saw you, he thought you were attractive. There were plenty of attractive women around.

But then he’d gotten to know you. And he was a goner.

It was like every interaction he had with you had him tumbling further and further. Seeing you fight had been the final straw. You were going to be his woman. There was no question about it. He’d grovel at your feet if needed.

“You’re absolutely smitten” Gus’ words snapped him out of his thoughts. Dragging his eyes away from you and over to his friend, Anders remained quiet, “you can’t keep your eyes off of her”.

He hummed in response before commenting “you know what Gus, I might just make that woman my wife one day”.

Gus’ eyebrows shot up in surprise before a wide grin took over his face. “I don’t doubt it” he slapped his hand over his shoulder “I don’t doubt it for a second”.

[peyton-warren]

Help a girl break her writer's block

I have been fighting bad writer's block for a while (years). And dealing with some mental health issues. So I am running away this weekend to a place with no cell service, just mountains and a river and a tent and my dog, with a brand new notebook and a pretty pen that writes beautifully.

Now here's where you come in....

I need prompts. I need new prompts. I wanna ignore my WIPs and dive into new stuff, drabbles, one shots, what have you to get my writer's block out of the way. I'm hoping by doing this it'll help me get back into the stories I know some of you are patiently waiting for me to finish (Blinded by the Fog, The Art of Resilience, Stick Handling ).

So send me your thoughts, thots and prompts for our favorite muses. You have til Thursday Night (Mountain Time Zone in North America) to make it into my new notebook.

Here's a list of characters I will write for/ want to write for.

Anders Lassen

Aril Levinson

Billy Butcher

Cavillrine 

Curtis Everett

Daryl Dixon

David “Deacon” Kay 

Dean Winchester

Eddie Munson

Evan Marshall

Franklin Clay

Geralt of Rivia

Gus March-Phillipps

Hannibal King 

Jake Jensen

James 'Logan" Howlett/ Wolverine

Lloyd Hansen

Ransom Drysdale

Raymond Smith

Sherlock Holmes (Cavill Version)

Syverson

Wade Wilson/ Deadpool

Walter Marshall

Tagging my tag lists for more traction. Please reblog and share.

General Tag List: @littleone65, @mysweetlittledesire, @jvanilly, @identity2212, @avengersfan25,

@ellethespaceunicorn @foxyjwls007 @gummydummy19 , @cynic-spirit , @rosecentury Anders Lassen Tag List: @wunder-blunder Blinded by the Fog Tag List: @mis-lil-red, @sconnie-doesnt-know, @ronearoundblindly @toooldforobsessions , @hooomansstuff HC Tag LIst: @m07belzen, @used-to-be-bourbonwithice, @hawklin, @geralts-yenn @summersong69, @sillyrabbit81 @mistressmkay Syverson tag list: @mrsevans90 Between a Wolf & Hard Place Tag List: @zealoushound Hidden Sun Tag List: @enchantedbytomandhenry @red42985 @liecastillo @lokislittlewarrior @littleone65

@inlovewithhisblueeyes

[techniktagebuch]

Seit 2007

Die Kommandozeile für das WWW

Oben im Browser, in die Adressleiste, da kann man ja nicht nur URLs eingeben. Man kann auch einen Suchbegriff eingeben und kommt dann direkt zu der Seite mit den Suchergebnissen bei der eingestellten Standardsuchmaschine, meistens Google. So spart man sich den Zwischenschritt, bei dem man die Startseite der Suchmaschine aufruft und sich dort erstmal zurechtfinden muss – sicherstellen, dass der Cursor auch im Suchfeld ist, usw.

Nun gibt es aber nicht nur Google, sondern eine Vielzahl an Websites, die Suchfunktionen anbieten, und bei denen ich genauso wenig Lust habe, mich jedes Mal auf ihren Startseiten zurechtzufinden, wenn ich etwas suche. Deswegen habe ich bei mir im Browser als Standardsuchmaschine nicht Google, sondern trovu.net eingestellt. Dadurch muss [1] ich zwar jede Suchanfrage in der Adresszeile mit einem für Uneingeweihte kryptischen Kürzel beginnen. Ich habe dadurch aber eine Vielzahl an Websites at my fingertips. Je nach Kürzel werde ich sofort zu den Suchergebnissen auf der entsprechenden Website geleitet. Selbstredend ohne dass ich meine Finger für eine Sekunde von der Tastatur wegbewege, denn Ctrl+L bringt mich direkt in die Adresszeile. Zumindest für einen Unix-Nerd wie mich ist das ideal, quasi die #Kommandozeile für das WWW. Dieser YouTube Short veranschaulicht das Prinzip.

Trovu wird von Georg Jähnig entwickelt, wie schon die Vorgänger Serchilo und FindFind.it. 2007 stellte er Serchilo auf der von mir mitorganisierten Tagung der Computerlinguistik Studierenden (TaCoS) in Tübingen vor. Seitdem habe ich Serchilo und seine Nachfolger durchgehend verwendet. Seit ca. den 2010ern lassen sich auch mobile Browser und Such-Widgets für Smartphone-Homescreens entsprechend konfigurieren. Trovu ist kostenlos, quelloffen, datensparsam und werbefrei und finanziert sich durch Afffiliate-Links, d.h., wenn ich über Trovu z.B. bei Amazon was suche und dann was kaufe, kriegt Georg eine kleine Provision.

Eine Vielzahl nützlicher Kürzel ist vordefiniert, man kann aber auch eigene definieren und damit auch vordefinierte Kürzel für sich selbst überschreiben. So bin ich 2024 von Google zu DuckDuckGo gewechselt, mein Muskelgedächtnis musste ich aber nicht umtrainieren: Das Kürzel g ist weiterhin für die Websuche zuständig, ich habe es mir einfach so umdefiniert, dass es DuckDuckGo aufruft, entsprechend gi für die Bildersuche. Entsprechend habe ich mir 2013, als Google Reader eingestellt wurde, r so umdefiniert, dass es nun Feedly aufruft. In diesem Fall und bei anderen Webseiten, die ich besonders häufig aufrufe, verwende ich meistens gar keinen Suchbegriff, sondern benutze das Kürzel wie ein Lesezeichen. Trovu ruft dann in den meisten Fällen die Startseite der jeweiligen Website auf, aber auch das lässt sich konfigurieren. Das Bearbeiten der Kürzel erfolgte bei Serchilo nerdig über ein MediaWiki, bei FindFind.it über eine Drupal-basierte Website und bei Trovu wieder nerdiger, indem man eine Konfigurationsdatei auf GitHub pusht.

Hier ist eine subjektive und willkürliche Auswahl meiner 5 wichtigsten Use-Cases für Trovu und der zugehörigen Kürzel:

Ein Wort in einem zweisprachigen Online-Wörterbuch nachschlagen. Will ich zum Beispiel wissen, was Zahn auf dänisch heißt, gebe ich den ISO-639-2-Code für Dänisch, da, als Kürzel ein, gefolgt von dem Suchwort: da zahn. Trovu leitet mich zu einem deutsch-dänischen Online-Wörterbuch, denn es weiß, dass meine Standardsprache Deutsch ist. Will ich stattdessen in einem englisch-dänischen Wörterbuch nachschlagen, präfigiere ich das Kürzel mit dem entsprechenden Namensraum-Kürzel, was quasi meine Standardsprache für diese Suchanfrage zu Englisch ändert und mir eine andere Auswahl an definierten Kürzeln liefert: en.da tooth. Gebe ich fr zahn ein, komme ich auf ein deutsch-französisches Wörterbuch, LEO.org. Will ich stattdessen dict.cc benutzen, so gibt es auch dafür einen Namensraum: dcc.fr zahn.

Für viele meiner eigenen Websites habe ich persönliche Kürzel definiert, sowohl mit Argument zum Suchen als auch ohne Argument zum Aufrufen einer Seite: vw für das Wiki der Gesellschaft zur Stärkung der Verben, vv, um direkt zur Liste der gestorkenen Verben zu kommen, vf für das Forum der Gesellschaft zur Stärkung der Verben, lt, um bei Freut euch des Labenz! ein Stichwort aufzurufen, ls, um dort alle Definitionen zu durchsuchen, tn, um mein Tweetarchiv zu durchsuchen, tttt, um mein Blog zu durchsuchen.

Die verschiedenen Funktionen von Kleinanzeigen (früher eBay Kleinanzeigen) navigiere ich mit Kürzeln: kaz zum Suchen oder zum Aufrufen der Startseite, kazn, um direkt zu den Nachrichten zu kommen, kaza für die Liste meiner Anzeigen, kazm für meine Merkliste und kaz+, um direkt zu dem Formular zum Aufgeben einer neuen Anzeige zu kommen.

a durchsucht das Angebot von Amazon, ao meine Bestellhistorie. Würde ich das Formular auf der Website benutzen, würde ich ständig die beiden Suchfelder verwechseln.

Lauert hinter einem URL eine Paywall, ein unbenutzbar formatiertes Kochrezept oder eine verschwundene Seite, gibt es oft einen speziellen Dienst, der Abhilfe schafft. In Kombination mit Trovu muss ich nur in die Adressleiste springen und den problematischen URL mit einem entsprechenden Kürzel präfigieren: atd schmeißt ihn in den Paywallentferner Archive.today, ckd in den Rezeptaufbereiter Cooked.wiki und wbm in das Archiv Wayback Machine.

[1] Muss ich gar nicht. Wenn meine Suchanfrage nicht gerade mit einem Wort beginnt, das in Trovu als Kürzel definiert ist, leitet Trovu mich einfach zu meiner in Trovu als Standard eingestellten bevorzugten Suchmaschine DuckDuckGo weiter.

(Kilian Evang)