#I mean every day is sinday

[sinfully-divine]

It's Day 17 of Nonstop Nut November because let's be real, I don't think anyone here on Tumblr is gonna win.

I'll reblog a few memes and might actually do an inbox call this time.

Happy Sinday :)

[navybrat817]

Open Up

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You help Bucky feel better when he's in a mood.

Word Count: Over 1.8k

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral (m. receiving), possessive behavior, dirty talk, slight jealousy, threat of violence (not against reader), slight feels (it's me, okay?), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: A Sinday treat inspired by this gif! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You found Bucky in one of the interrogation rooms. He had his leather jacket on, but didn't appear to be in a hurry to leave. Taking in his rigid posture from where he sat in his chair, you guessed it wasn't a good day. You wondered what happened or what exactly was bothering him. Considering he didn't look toward you, and he had to know it was you who walked through the door, you sensed that he wasn't in the mood to talk.

It didn't mean you couldn't try and make him feel better.

“Hey, Sarge,” you said, shutting the door behind you before you walked across the room. “Bad day?” You asked, stopping a few inches in front of him.

A pair of steel blue eyes snapped toward you and you couldn't suppress the shiver that rolled down your spine. It wasn't fair that he appeared so commanding when he was the one sitting in a chair and you were on your feet. “You could say that.”

“Anything I can do to help?” You asked with an almost innocent look in your eyes as he spread his massive thighs.

“Yeah,” he replied, gesturing to his crotch with his metal hand. “You can get on your knees and suck my cock.”

Your throat went dry as you looked in his lap, watching with growing interest as his thick fingers swiftly unbuckled his belt and pants. What if someone walked in? It was no secret that you and Bucky were together, but it didn't mean anyone should have to witness any of your endeavors. Then again, wasn't the thrill of getting caught part of the fun?

“Are you sure that's what you want? You could fuck my pussy,” you offered, your panties embarrassingly damp considering he hadn't touched you. If he asked you to, you’d ride him in that chair until his eyes rolled back.

The low chuckle he let out made your throat go dry. His laughter didn't fool you. He wasn't in the mood to play or tease. “If you want my cock in your cunt so badly, you better earn it by taking me in your fucking throat first,” he growled.

Your knees just about gave out, which gave you the perfect excuse to sink to the cool floor. “Will that make you feel better?” You asked as you crawled to him and slid your hands up his legs. Your cheeks flamed under his dark gaze. It was a thing of wonder to have his full attention. “Your big cock fucking my throat? Making me swallow every drop?”

“It’s a start,” he whispered, cupping your jaw with a tender touch. His thumb reached over to trace your lips, but pulled away before you could suck the digit into your waiting mouth. “Need that pretty pussy filled, too.”

You clenched, wishing he’d shove you on the back, push your legs apart, and drive his cock in so deep you'd scream. But you wouldn't get what you wanted if you didn't take care of him first. And having his dick in your mouth was something you craved, so you would enjoy it.

“Tell me you need it,” he ordered, his tongue wetting his bottom lip before his teeth dragged along it.

“I need it. Need you to fuck my throat,” you begged, unzipping his jeans and peeling them down with his underwear as far as you could. His thick cock bobbed free and you couldn't help licking your lips at the sight. You gripped the base and preened when he hardened more under your touch. “It’s so big. You can choke me with it if you want to.”

He groaned, heat curling in your gut when he rocked his hips up. “Look at you. So eager for it. Bet you'd rub your pussy against my boot if I told you to just to get a taste,” he rasped, making you whine. You’d love to leave a shine on his leather. “Everyone thinks you're a good agent and a good girl, but you’re my little cockslut.”

You pouted as you looked up at him. His blue eyes had gone black, the light shining over his head giving him the appearance of a dark angel. Beautiful, tortured, and heavenly. “I’m all of those things,” you said, licking from just above where your fingers held him to the tip. “I’m a good agent and a good girl. Your good girl.”

Because if there was anyone you wanted to be good for, it was Bucky Barnes.

“Fuck,” he grunted when your enclosed your lips around the head. The taste of him bloomed on your tongue, but it was just the beginning. He’d spill down your throat by the time you were done so the very essence of him lingered. “You are, doll. You’re so good and all mine,” he said, growling the last word.

You pulled off with a sweet smile, his praise bringing out your need to please him more. “And I’m very much your cockslut. So fuck my throat, Sarge,” you said, wasting no time swallowing him down.

“Your fucking mouth,” he groaned, bringing a hand to the back of your neck.

You hollowed out your cheeks and sucked in a breath through your nose as you relaxed your throat. As tempted as you were to reach between your legs and give yourself some relief, you rested your free hand on his thigh. The muscle twitched beneath it and he would feel it if you gave him the signal to stop. You never once had to.

You took him every single time.

He touched your jaw again, making sure your mouth stayed wide open around him. He forced you to take him in deeper, his hips thrusting up as you gagged. “That’s it. Suck it just like that,” he urged, making you moan around the thick length of him. “My good girl. Everything I need right here.”

Tears blurred your vision, but they quickly spilled over. He looked back at you with half-lidded eyes, your heart pounding at the sight. You knew you looked pretty stretched around him. And you knew he wanted to keep you.

“So beautiful on your knees,” he praised, his hands moving to grip each side of your head to control the pace. You whimpered when your hand fell away and nose brushed the curls at the base of his cock. His metal thumb wiped away a tear as he made you bob your head. “Take it, doll. I know it’s a lot, but you can take it. I know you can.”

Those weren't just words to stroke his ego or your own. It was a lot to take. Drool seeped from the corners of your mouth, adding to the mess from your tear tracks and running makeup. You were certain you looked ruined, which only made you more stunning in his eyes. Because he was the cause and effect. He broke you so beautifully and put every piece back in place while leaving a bit of himself behind as a reminder of who you belonged to.

“You're my girl,” he said in a deep voice, quickening his pace as your throat contracted around him. “Mine.”

“Yours.” The muffled reply made him growl. You reached up to cup his balls, still allowing him to keep the pace. He said he wanted to fuck your throat and you wouldn't stop him, but you wanted to make him feel good.

“My dirty girl on her knees. Bet the camera’s recording us right now,” he went on, your mouth pliant as he continued to thrust. You almost forgot about the surveillance. “Should swipe the footage. Make you sit on my cock while you watch how well you take it.”

You moaned, sending more vibrations through his cock as he groaned and panted. His rhythm almost faltered when you gently squeezed, feeling him twitch in your mouth and under your hand before you let go. He was so close, chasing his release. It was getting harder to breathe, your eyes stinging with tears again, but he was almost there.

You had to get him off.

The slight drag of your teeth did the trick. “Take it. Don't waste a fucking drop,” he grunted, his face twisting and keeping your head down as his release flooded your mouth. Glancing up at him as you did your best to swallow it all, he looked like such a pretty mess, too. Parted lips, warm cheeks, pupils blown with lust. He was just as ruined as you.

No one else had that kind of power over him.

You gasped and greedily inhaled when he pulled you off of him and slumped in the chair, catching his breath, too. He groaned when your tongue went out to catch another drop that dropped from the head of his cock. Your soaked panties from having him in your mouth didn't matter. He’d get you off soon enough.

As long as he was okay from whatever bothered him earlier, that was all you cared about.

“Fuck,” he sighed, pushing the chair back and joining you on your knees. He slotted his lips against yours as he pulled you close, leaving you breathless once again as his tongue explored your mouth. You carded your fingers through his short hair as he took what he needed, his stubble leaving a slight burn on your skin.

Another subtle reminder that you were his girl.

“Better, Sarge?” You asked once he finished, your voice raw. If he wanted to talk, you’d listen.

“Much better,” he promised, his next kiss sweet and tender. The earlier tension he held in his body had disappeared, which gave you some relief. “Thank you.”

“Good,” you smiled against his lips.

He closed his eyes, his nose touching yours. “I'm not a killer anymore.”

You raised an eyebrow. Those weren't the words you were expecting to hear. “I know,” you said.

“But I had to stay here,” he said, kissing over to your ear. “Because if I bumped into the agent who touched you earlier, I would've shattered every bone in his hand.”

“Bucky,” you breathed, your heart pounding when he pulled back to stare at you. Lust lit up his eyes again, but there was an underlying rage building as his nostrils flared. Was that why he was in a mood? Because an agent had touched your arm before you said you had a boyfriend? It was so meaningless in your eyes that you had forgotten about it.

But, fuck, if this slightly possessive side wasn't hot.

“You told him you were mine because you’re my good girl. Still pissed me off that he checked you out when you walked away. Still wanted to break his hand,” he snarled, laying you on your back. “And I know your voice is a little hoarse, but I need to make you scream my name. I want everyone nearby to know you’re my girl,” he said, his eyes on you as he pointed to the camera in the far left corner. “And anyone watching.”

So, that happened. Lovelies, you may go about your business. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[brknmnds]

The name is Tyler, and this is my multi muse - multi fandom blog.

I am 31 year old trans man from New Zealand. I am neurodivergent and have learning disabilities that includes writing disabilities.

I work full time, so do not expect me to be on every second of every day.

Be aware because of past interactions I am mutuals only and selective when it comes to who I write with. Please do not force things on either me or my muses. The majority of my muses are not as kind as me and that will be shown in the writing.

That being said, If I have followed you it's because I want to write with you.

I write as an escape and for fun. This does mean I may not reply quickly because I may not be feeling the muses or the type of thread.

Please always feel free to jump into my DM and/or send memes even if we have hundreds of threads or none.

If we talk often out of character, I am more likely to do replies. So please feel free to come talk to me.

This is an R18 blog, I will be writing some dark content along with smut. This will be tagged as ;;nsfw

I will be trying to queue up replies on this blog. I am bad at this and often forget but please realise this may happen.

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[sacredshadow]

It’s not “sinday” or anything but it’s Valentine’s Day so I got something special for you.

Warnings: sexual stuff but the first bit is really just them being sweet so you get that free.

“Do you know what today is?” Sliske purred, gently closing the bedroom door. Azzanadra knew all too well. The mood of love seemed to have hung in the air as he went about his day, clearly having an effect on many young human couples. Looking at them casually kissing and holding hands almost made him wish that Mahjarrat culture had allowed him and Sliske to be like that when they first got together. But Mahjarrat culture seemed to have changed since their arrival on Gielinor, and if they had first realised their attraction now, that kind of behaviour would probably be acceptable. Throughout the day, Azzanadra had received some looks from Zemouregal and a few other Mahjarrat who probably just wanted to increase their status in the tribe, as well as from a small human who probably didn’t know what they were doing. Several times he had sensed Wahisietel nervously pacing outside his office, debating whether it was a good idea to make some sort of gesture. Azzanadra wished he had instead of leaving in a miserable state of self-doubt. He had been hoping to see Wahiseitel at some point today, but could only manage to make enough time to drop off some flowers at his door and find that he wasn’t home. So yes, he did know what today was.

“Tuesday?” Azzanadra joked, just wanting to see Sliske’s reaction “No, that’s not right… It’s Wednesday, isn’t it?” Sliske punched him on the shoulder. “’Tis the day of love! Romance is in the air! The flowers are blooming, the birds are singing and the little flying naked baby with the bow is going around shooting people!” he announced, stepping up onto the bed and spreading his arms dramatically. Azzanadra knew better than to ask about the last thing he had mentioned. Sliske flopped down onto his chest, resting his chin in his hands “Which means you are now legally required to kiss me.” Azzanadra crouched down in front of him, purring and lifting Sliske’s chin with delicate fingers. “Don’t I have to do that every day?” He pressed his lips gently to the front of Sliske’s left horn, feeling its smooth surface bump against his nose. “I hope you are aware that this is because I want to, not because I have to…”

He pressed his mouth to Sliske’s and the experience swept him back to their first time performing the Ritual of Enervation, when they were young and in awe of the pleasure they were capable of awakening in each other, although that was nothing compared to what they could do now. And after all these years Azzanadra still wanted the same thing. “I need you in me.” He whispered, taking his mouth away from Sliske’s for just a moment before going back in but instead meeting Sliske’s fingers. “Not yet,” Sliske purred “You know what we need to do first…”

It was a tradition they had done every year since they learned about the significance of this day. The bed would become a cosy nest with all the pillows and blankets they owned and they would spend the night making love slowly and gently. They would push the bed into the corner and a cupboard and bookshelf would be lain on their sides and pushed against the sides that were not against the wall to make a cozy love nest, pillows against all the hard surfaces. 

Azzanadra climbed in first, nestling himself in the pillows just below the window that showed the darkening sky outside and closing the blinds with a snap of his fingers. Sliske was perched like a frog on the edge of the bookshelf, watching Azzanadra stretch his arms around and back behind his head to show off what he wasn’t wearing. “Come down here. That can’t be good for the shelf, or very comfortable for you.” Sliske’s eyes started at Azzanadra’s hands and crossed arms, journeying down to his face and chest, lingering at a certain area then gazing along his legs and down to his feet, then back up to his face. The look on his face was frighteningly similar to that of a predator that had just found a wounded animal as he slid down and leaned over to poke Azzanadra on the nose before turning around to undress. 

“You’re not allowed to move until I say so.” Sliske smirked back at him as he felt the vibrations Azzanadra had sent through the mattress by starting to crawl over. He obeyed and lay back down, getting comfortable in the cushions. Sliske glanced back occasionally as he removed his robes, making sure Azzanadra hadn’t moved and was still watching every one of Sliske’s enchanting movements. 

It seemed like forever before Sliske finally pulled off the bottom half of his robes and crawled over. Azzanadra could almost feel his hands on the bare skin wherever he looked and it took considerable effort not to get up and make Sliske touch him. “Where’s your hat, almighty Pontifex Maximus? Why don’t you put it on for me?” Sliske purred, crouching on all fours like a beast about to pounce. “I think it’s out there. Why don’t you go and get it? You look so helpless without it.” The emphasis he put on the word showed just how much Sliske loved to see him like this, but was being ‘kind’ and allowing Azzanadra this dignity. In most similar situations Sliske would be treading carefully to maintain the privilege of having Azzanadra submit to him, but now Azzanadra certainly wasn’t in the mood to change things now. Sliske gave a little nod as he started to crawl across to the sideways bookshelf that his clothes had been dropped into a pile on the other side of. 

He made a point of placing his backside in a position he hoped would entice Sliske into him as he bent over and reached down, but he didn’t even feel a slap before he came back up and turned to face Sliske sitting and waiting much more patiently that Azzanadra would have expected. Although it had certainly awakened something in him, something that he seemed to be showing off with his crossed legs and a finger gesturing for Azzanadra to come over to it. “Come and touch me and then I’ll put it in you.”

Allowing Sliske the honour of placing the hat onto him, Azzanadra settled in his lap and began planting gentle kisses along Sliske’s neck, feeling him purr with satisfaction. He slowly made his way up to Sliske’s lips, and when they met it was like his blood had been replaced by pure energy. He had never found anyone else who gave him this sort of excitement and this was nothing compared to what it would be like when he had Sliske in him. Sliske’s hands ran across his skin, gently coaxing his legs apart. “Let’s see what you have for me…” Sliske murmured, laying Azzanadra back and sliding his hand between his legs to feel the wetness that lay there for him. His knuckle circled around the very edge of the hole, occasionally dipping in, then his fingers swirled up to where he was hard, twirling around him and causing the release of a few droplets of lubrication. Every time Sliske’s finger came in contact with Azzanadra’s skin sent a tingle all through his body. “Hmm, so many options… What to choose… How shall I pleasure you today?” Sliske continued fingering him as he spoke, sliding his hand along Azzanadra’s slippery cock. 

“Whatever you want will be fine, just don’t make me wait any longer.” Azzanadra breathed, enjoying the sensations Sliske’s skilled hands were sending through him. Sliske pulled his legs out from underneath Azzanadra’s thighs and crawled on top of him. “Oh, I just love it when you beg, Azzanadra.” He whispered, stroking Azzanadra’s jawline with fingers wet with his own juices. Azzanadra let out a little growl to remind Sliske not to use that word about him, but it turned into a gasp as Sliske entered him, sliding his cock in deep and pressing Azzanadra’s own erection between their chests as he settled onto him. “You’re so nice and warm… I might just stay here like this for a while…” Sliske murmured into Azzanadra’s neck as he slipped his hands in under his back, gently rubbing against the ridges along his spine. “Teasing isn’t going to get us anywhere, Sliske.” Azzanadra grabbed Sliske’s hips and started moving him in and out until he got the message and started slowly thrusting into him. He rewarded Sliske with a long moan of pleasure and a deep kiss, struggling to decide between pulling him in with his hands on his cheeks or letting Sliske decide what should happen. 

Sliske pushed all the way in, making Azzanadra cry out and squeeze Sliske’s sides. He was so close to climax already even though they had barely started, and Azzanadra was reminded of just how good Sliske was at pleasing him when he plunged in again and sent him so close that it only took the tiniest movement of Sliske inside him to send his seed bursting out, along with a long, shuddering groan. “My, someone’s enjoying himself.” Sliske purred, still maintaining the slow rhythmic thrusts. He came a few moments later, moaning as warmth flowed into Azzanadra then relaxing into him while drawing short, delicate breaths. “That certainly didn’t take long. But we’re not going to just stop now, are we? I could continue all night if you wanted…” Azzanadra gave an eager nod, only thinking with the parts that Sliske would be touching. Sliske leaned in to give Azzanadra a long kiss, brushing his tongue against the roof of Azzanadra’s mouth. “Happy Valentine’s day, my darling.”

[thememory]

some light housekeeping.

i picked up some extra shifts for the upcoming week (a note on that below the cut) so i will likely be a bit scarce until ~friday or saturday. i have personal training every friday and sometimes i come back pumped, sometimes i come back exhausted. with the work week i have ahead of me, it might be an exhausted one, but the muse might win. we'll see.

i have class every mon/weds from 6pm est to 8pm est as well.

please don't be afraid to send me memes to get things started. they never expire, the tag can be found in my nav / on the sidebar.

if i get an idea - i will likely send you an unprompted ask to get things started. if you don't like it, if it doesn't jive, don't answer it! no hard feelings, i'm just excited to get things going!

also, please feel free to turn memes into threads. that's how i start threads, personally. i don't have spoons for starter calls anymore.

i've added a draft / inbox count to my pinned, below the cut, for reference.

a note on my portrayal of aerith.

it states i am full exclusive with @architectofhope's reeve. now, any of you blessed enough to have known hmr when they were in the ff fandom will understand, but those of you who are new or did not get the chance to interact with them - their portrayal of reeve is so thorough an incredible. they helped me develop aerith to a level i could never imagine, and they've become a very dear friend to me as well. they pushed me to be a better writer, and i strive every day to keep at a level i had when i was writing against them. hmr is on a hiatus from the fandom (and even if they never return, this stands) at present but the amount of love, attention, and chatting we've done between her reeve and aerith is unreal. so even if hmr's hiatus remains indefinite and moves to permanent, for the effort and adoration they've put into helping me build my aerith over time, they will remain full exclusive.

they also wrote a rufus (@controlthroughfear) which started out as a hilarious sinday meme between their ru and i (then the friendship was formed). i have that they are ship exclusive with me, however, hmr's interpretation of ru is so vastly different from others on the site that with chemistry and through time i am open to other ships (this doesn't mean romantic necessarily). i love rufus as a muse, and i am very excited to write out his dynamic with aerith in any form. as such, the status of exclusivity may lightly open up in the future.

i am recovering from covid.

i had it the week before christmas, through christmas, and tested negative on new years eve. i am still suffering from long covid and it's making me exhausted, forgetful & sluggish overall. the worst is the brain fog. if i forget something please gently remind me. i am also slow. the long covid is fucking so badly with my sleep schedule that sometimes, despite being exhausted, i can't fall asleep until like ...8am. considering i also work & attend school ... it's been rough.

[hells-greatestdad]

What kind of underwear do they wear on the day-to-day?

Are they polite or do they have a dirty mouth?

Do they get embarrassed easily when it comes to nsfw things? Or are they shameless?

not-as-spicy Sinday asks

//

What kind of underwear do they wear on the day-to-day?

I've always written him as boxers. And tbh, I think it makes sense from a sensory perspective.

Are they polite or do they have a dirty mouth?

Luci is a gentleman, he drinks Respect Women Juice every day. Dirty talk is only on agreement of both parties

Do they get embarrassed easily when it comes to nsfw things? Or are they shameless?

Oh no, he has no shame. I mean.... there's a degree of not sharing things that are private. (And the open marriage thing is kept a secret from anyone not involved.)

But, he has absolutely no qualms talking about sexuality. I mean... guy openly bragged about eating out Lilith to Adam.

Though.... the raunchier side of him only really comes out if provoked, with certain people. But still. He's not shy.

[irrfahrer]

Sinday Spill🤡🤐😳 bc now tumblr is making me second guess if I actually sent this to you or not LMAO

Sinday Spill!

🤡 A time they made an absolute fool of themself "Oh, another embarassing story about my kriffing sexlife? Do you want to make me kriffing suffer? Okay, to make you laugh- the most kriffing embarassing and shortest quickie I had in public was with a sweet Bothan Lady on some random starstations sickbay. You know, like - ruby red pelt, eyes like honey- like damn. Just damn. She was the kriffing sweetest. So we had been sneakinging around another the whole day, you know, the whole kriffing mating-dance its every time: eyecontact, accidentally finding ways to touch another, stealing glances, knowing smiles, secret whispers, ambiguous comments only we who are totally kriffing horny for another could understand. Aaaaaalllllll kriffing day! It was a kriffing torture!" Ziv rolled her eyes, laughing so loud that her bared sharp teeth shimmered like ivory. "And when we eventually got to be alone on the sickbay,we were justabout to get it on seriously and guess what happned, she grabbed me and I was very okay with it, yet what I had not been okay with was that she sat me down on a gourney and accidentally with that right on a injection with kriffing hard anaesthetic. One minute and I was gone, kriffing gone! I had waited the whole kriffing day to get laid by that beautiful lady and I kriffing fell asleep one kriffing minute after we started! Force just hates me! Really!", She huffed, whiskers bristling in indignation like from electricity. "Obviously the sweet lady did not forgave me that I fell asleep under her before we could even start properly kriffing around and did not talked to me again.", she placed a small, white paw on her chest and let go of a overly dramatically sigh that was too loud and too scenic to be real: "The pain is still kriffing there, woe kriffing me, I am kriffing suffering."

🤐 Safeword, why they chose it, and what event, if any, made them decide to add it "Hot stones.", the young woman looked as if something slimey and wet was running down her back: "So, you know, I had never been a fan of planets with hot temperatures, so I bounded with the guy one of my clients had put beside me to watch over me while I went out every morning to fetch some herbs before the heat got too unbearable. For both of us, because he was a whipid and mammals made for icy planets better stick together and this kriffing kriffery. Anyway, we got along well and-" The young woman shrugged and looked even more agonized: "Weeeeeell, i am always a fan of going for it where the urge is coming, so after some flirting and his hand already on my ass, I just thought, eh why not if he is so into it, climb him like the mountain he is and thats okay and we both are happy. Welll, anyway...he wanted to be on top and I am a krifing people-pleaser and the morningsun got really hot and-I swear, i had kriffing scorchmarks on my kriffing ass! I couldn´t sit down for weeks afterwards, like Kriff the Force, It was sooo kriffing bad!"

😳 A time where they tried something new and liked it "Tentacles!", Ziv blurted the word so fast it seemd she woud win a price for it, a bright light was in her big eyes: "Listen, I respect and love every kriffing feature and bodypart possible on sentient aliens as soon as the owner of said bodyparts can flirt properly enough to make me laugh, but I also have to say after years of what I had seen on the Holonet when a partner wanted to watch some kriffing research-kriffery for inspiration-if -you-know-what-I-mean, I might had gotten a little uncomfortable with the notion of beeing, uh-" She grimaced a little, waddling her small paw in the air and making a quiet "eeeeeeeh" noise: "-of having body parts on and in me that are not kriffing fingers, hands or genitals." "Aaaaany-kriffing-way, I met a Parwan and I really fast learned that I am really kriffing weak to sentences like "Is it OK if I follow you out of here? My parents always told me to follow my dreams." and kriff my life did he indeed followed me for the evening, got me drinks and set one kriffing pick-up-line after another. I only got back to their appartment with them, becaus if they would have contineud to make me laugh, I would have died of suffocation. It was a serious life or dead situation, you see. For the rest of the night I was kriffing all theirs and they were very kriffing determinated to proof me wrong. Like, don´t get me wrong, Parwans HAVE kriffing hands but they also had something to proof." Ziv smiled, wriggling her fluffy ears like a happy puppy: "They did. They also made me kriffing pancakes in the morning, I mean I couldn´t kriffing eat them because I can´t disgest gluten, but we still sat together and we shared the sweet fruitsauce they wanted to serve to the pancakes, kriff, they had been so krififng sweet. But yeh, I had to flee very kriffing fast, before they had started to spurt out their jokes and little flirts again, because if they would have started I would have kriffing married them there and than." Theatralically she sighed, shaking her head dramatically: " I am not the Forc strongest creature, not at kriffing all."

[spkyscry-a]

You know what? Rhok'zan being awake means that I'm going to just promote the sinblog. I don't care if it's Friday, every day with Rhok'zan is Sinday.

[rapid-as-sass-in-nation-team]

Ozzie looked away slightly when he saw Mammon bleeding through his aching teeth cause of him, not having meant to do that but he knew Mammon deserved it, rolling his eyes at the swears under his breath, and raising a brow at the dark chuckle, Why could Mammon turn a chuckle into a such a... revolting sound., narrowing his eyes at the name.

"How many times do I have to tell you don't get to call me that anymore? Then again you always ignored what you didn't like Mammy~" Asmodeus shot back smugly before clearing his throat "But if you mean piss me off? Yes you can, take whatever pride you want to in that, Satan knows you will.." He sighed before just giving a deadpan look to the spider at his comment

"And you wonder why me and the other sins rarely invite you to stuff if we don't have to, and forgive me if I don't believe you won't try that..." Asmodeus deadpanned, just done with Mammon acting like this at this point, rolling his eyes at the laughter, a hand on his hip before he actually chuckled

"Mammon please~ I don't control it, You know that, I didn't even start this little tradition, people will lust for pleasure and eachother whether I will it or not, and sunday was just a few letters too close to our lovely sinday so it was made into it. Even If I wanted to end it, which I don't~ I couldn't, I suggest you try to deal with that fact, or else your just be butthurt on the same day every week, and thats sounds like a You problem my dear Mammon~" The sin of lust snickered, flames flaring off his mane is satisfaction, walking around Mammon a bit as his tail feathers swayed elegantly, a smirk on his face.

Asmodeus just lets out an exasperated groan at that "That may not be why there doing it but we both know Greed can make people be just as disgusting and illegal. Or is practical slavery not a crime down there, I wouldn't be surprised bu-" Asmodeus began before going silent at that name, beak tightening before fire flared off his mane,

Before swiftly delivering a hard punch to Mammon's face, if he wasn't also a sin it'd certainly shatter that grin and all his teeth but it at least would give the clown a very bad toothache "Now that was disgusting..." Ozzie grated out angrily before rubbing his fist professionally, righting his composure

"Hear this Mammon, I'd sooner make it alllll week long, all day and night then repress it, so don't test me, or else you won't be able to go two blocks without hearing someone getting it on, and keep your mouth shut, or I may actually break some of your teeth, may serve you right needing to regrow them for a while, least it'd spare us all from seeing your overdone grin plastered on everything~" Asmodeus said smugly smirking, hands behind his back as he stood tall

[navybrat817]

OMG NAVYYY HII HOW ARE YA😭😭😭 ever since i watched seb's scene in ghosted ive been so... well... there's no way to say this diplomatically but anyways it got me thinking- you know god spends a lot of time waiting.. for his targets or sum shit.. he must get... bored(wink wink) ya know??? so maybe sometimes his gf comes along with him.. to keep him company.. in that car😏😏😏 and i dont think i need to say anything else you can work ur magic✨✨✨

ANYWAYS BYE LOVE YOU ❤️

Not too bad, nonnie! Hope you're well and hope you enjoy this.

Gentle Sin

Pairing: God the Bounty Hunter x Female Reader Summary: You keep God company. Word Count: Over 1.05k Warnings: S/mut, c/ockwarming, p/ossessive behavior, talk of v/iolence, God the Bounty Hunter (he's a warning, okay?) A/N: Um. This was unexpected! Happy Sinday, lovelies? 🔥 Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. ❤️ Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

It wasn't unusual for God to hide in vehicles or other places to track and collect whatever criminal or individual he was responsible for. The private agent possessed a certain level of patience suited for his job. It didn't mean he always enjoyed waiting, even when the payoff was more than enough. Which is why you were only half surprised when you got a message to meet him in the back of some random car.

"Come keep my cock warm, Angel."

It wasn't a suggestion and his demands weren't something for you to ignore.

"You know one of the things I love about you? You act as if this isn't where you belong, but your pussy knows exactly who she belongs to."

Fucking traitor.

You breathed in and out slowly through your nose as two of his fingers slid across your tongue. He hardly spoke a word when you showed up in the darkened parking lot, both of you careful not to draw too much attention to yourselves as you shuffled around in the backseat. He didn't have to tell you to lose the panties. They were gone the moment he reached out. 

"Did you know there are two main reasons why it's painful for people to wait for things?" he asked, changing the subject.

Loves the sound of his own voice.

"Mmm," you replied, unable to say anything with his fingers pushing deeper into your mouth. What would he do if you bit them? You could figure that out another day.

"One reason is the unknown. They don't know what's coming and they can't stand it," he said, rolling his hips beneath you. Your warm pussy didn't seem to distract him from his mission, the gun in his other hand ready for him to use. "The other is dealing with something they don't want to deal with in the first place."

You moaned when he brought his mouth to your neck and dragged it along your skin, the light scratch from scruff bringing goosebumps to the surface. Every sound you made, every clench of your wet walls fueled his ego. The sin he carved into you was gentle in comparison to the wrath you knew he unleashed on others.

You were special in his eyes. 

"You think you know what's coming, Angel, but I have a surprise for you," he said as he removed his fingers.

"And what's that?" you asked, wondering if he planned on using his ring tonight. "Me coming on your cock and you coming inside me? Not much of a surprise."

Was it too much to admit you loved how he filled you to the brim? That you craved when he spilled hot and thick inside you and claimed every inch of you as his? But you carried power, too. Your cunt did wonders on this man and it was a weapon you enjoyed wielding.

He brought his wet fingers under your skirt with a grunt, seeking out your clit with an expert touch. You didn't have to see the smirk on his face when you arched your back to know it was there. It was a look engraved in your mind the moment he made you his. "That's not the unknown. We already knew the night would end like that because I always get you off."

Cocky bastard. I get you off, too.

"Then what is it?" you asked, whimpering as he teased your bundle of nerves. Your essence soaked the curls as the base of his cock at this point as he tapped the glass with the gun. 

"Your ex-boyfriend skipped bail," he answered, his voice softer and deeper than before. "I don't have to tell you his name and I better not hear you say it."

You managed not to shriek when he pinched your clit, a ripple of pleasured pain causing your toes to curl. You knew exactly who he was talking about and it was one of the reasons he was your ex. Funnily enough you'd end up with someone who is both worse and better. "God, is that why you wanted me here?"

He had no lesson to teach you because you did nothing wrong.

"Partially why. You'll worship no one else before me and I want you to remember that," he said, tapping the glass again like he wasn't playing you like a finely tuned instrument. You wanted to point out you didn't even know the bounty hunter when you dated your ex, but you bit your tongue. "And I have to wonder if I'll shoot my load into you before or after I shoot him."

Was he going to kill him for merely skipping bail? Wasn't he supposed to bring him in alive? Why did the thought scare you and turn you on?

You gripped his arm for purchase when your body began to shake. During one of his ramblings to you, he mentioned he attuned his senses to everything around him. The orgasms he pulled from you proved that and you understood where some of his confidence came from at least. He also knew how to keep you on the edge without sending you over. 

God, just let me finish. 

"My beautiful, wet angel. Does that get you off? Knowing I want to shoot someone just because they touched you?" he lightly taunted, pressing an affectionate kiss against your shoulder. "Wasn't the tune you sang when I shot your partner, but I changed that, didn't I?"

"Don't talk about him," you snapped.

"Still sore about me doing my job?"

You shut your mouth. You couldn't fault him for that, but it was bad enough you willingly slept with the guy who killed your partner. Would good sex ease your guilty conscience?

"Well, your ex has no idea what's going to happen and he doesn't want to face his crimes. Too fucking bad," he said, pulling his fingers away as you teetered on the edge. "And I want him to see what it's like for a god to take you apart. I want him to see you're mine now. Then I'll take him in. After shooting him for good measure."

He shoved his fingers back in your mouth before you could respond. 

"That's it. Taste your sin on my fingers. Plenty more where that came from before the night is through."

I couldn't help myself! Love and thanks for reading. 💙

Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[hellishmoth]

[leans closer to the mic]

During sex Valentino likes damaging Vox’ body (never permanently, of course). Said damage ranges from cracking Vox’ screen, cutting some of his cables, messing up with his pain receptors, indent his ‘skin’. He’s seen Vox upgrade and fix his body enough times to know what areas to avoid but also what areas he can mess up with as much as he wants without doing irreparable damage. In return, i suppose he gets electrocuted a lot.

[drops mic]

[erregent]

i missed sinday cause i had to work. boo.

[babbushka]

I’m excited to read all your Kylo AU Sinday writing! May I please request these with either medieval Kylo or archaeological Kylo?

“Swoon, I’ll catch you.” And “You have bewitched me..”

Thank you! 💛

A/N: Thank you so much for sending this in!! I hope you enjoy this fluffy smutty something! :)

2k; NSFW (skinny dipping, public nudity, sex in water)

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Bobbing ever so gently with the current of the river, you breathe in deeply, feeling the warm air of summer fill your lungs, your chest expanding and deflating in a rhythm dictated by the breeze. It it late in the afternoon, and soon you will be expected to return to the throne room, but you still have some time.

Intent on using that time to the fullest of capacities, you lay atop the water, your arms and legs spread out as your hair floats in a great halo around your head. Yes, you think as you breathe, smiling a little as the current whooshes in a calm push past you, you are quite content.

Until that is, a pair of strong arms grab you, making you splutter and snap out of your reverie at once, baring your teeth to whomever has dared disturb your relaxation.

“Unhand me at once or I shall -- !” You start, heart pounding in your chest, a million thoughts running through your mind as you think of the quickest way to incapacitate your captor...

Before you recognize the deep rumbling laughter that comes from the direction of your captor’s chest, and you sigh with fond exasperation, knowing he is not a captor at all.

“You really must learn to pay more attention, my pearl.” Kylo grins with all his crooked teeth, as if he has won some great victory in catching you off guard.

Oh, but he has, won a victory of a different kind. He is home early and the confident attitude he is positively brimming with tells you that it was an early win, another battle claimed by the Empire that you know and love.

You find that you cannot be angry with him for surprising you like this, for it is in his very nature, the element of sneaky silent surprise. So instead, you allow the joy at your husband’s return to fill you, as you throw your arms around his neck and kiss him for all that you’re worth, grinning with your own indulgent happiness.

“Swoon, don’t worry I’ll catch you.” The cheeky bastard teases you, and you can only chuckle brightly at the good mood that he is in. It is rare for him to be so good-spirited, he tended to scowl even on the best of days. But today was a day for celebration, and you have no intention to stop him now.

“Insufferable, you are,” Rolling your eyes teasingly right back, before shaking your head and kissing him again, and again, and again, your body pressing to his as you hum, “But so handsome. I missed you, your highness.”

“Here I am.” He murmurs against your mouth, his teeth nipping at your lower lip, hands not once letting you go as he holds you to him.

“Finally.” You agree with a sigh of relief.

Kylo looks at you then, really looks at you, and it’s the sort of look that makes you hold your breath in heady anticipation, as his chest puffs with deep panting breaths of his own. You wish you could see him free of all his many layers, knowing that the sight would be divine.

And then, almost as if on cue, Kylo decides he does not want to be confined by his clothing any longer, and he pulls away from you to begin stripping down. You grin, perching yourself on a large smooth rock that juts up from the pebbles and sand of the river floor, watching as he reveals himself to you.

His armor comes off in large sections, and he takes care to rest them on the bank of the river. It’s not a very wide river thankfully, so he doesn’t have to go too far. Next comes his tunic, and then his shirt, before he can struggle to shuck off his hose and boots. In just a few short moments, he is completely nude, and my what a marvel it is to see him in the light of day like this, you think.

You yourself are wearing your chemise, a small barrier between your naked body and the elements around you. It does nothing to hide the shape of you though, as the cotton goes completely transparent when wet. It is that transparency that has Kylo’s mouth watering, you find, when he surges back to wrap you up in his arms again, and you feel the hard length of his cock pressing against your stomach.

“Fuck, Kylo, here?” You look around with a giddy laugh, surprised by his lack of care for being so exposed.

“Why not, we are rulers of this domain, why should we not indulge in our pleasure wherever we’d like?” Kylo replies with another searing hot kiss, the muscles in his arms flexing as he presses you close to him.

You kiss him back, and before you know it, he’s lifting you up with the help of the water, bracing you against that large smooth rock once more, and pushing up the wet chemise that clings to your body. Helping him with a moan, you manage to lift it up enough to expose all the way up to your stomach, and without wasting much more time, your husband guides the head of his aching hard cock to your cunt.

“Oh how I have missed the feeling of being so full.” Your head lolls back on the makeshift pillow as he pushes in, a happy sigh of pleasure breathing out of your lungs.

The way Kylo fucks you is animalistic in moments like these -- his instincts take over, the primal urge to be close to you, to be inside you, it consumes him, and in turn, he consumes you. With a hand on your throat to hold you steady, Kylo bites and licks into your mouth, his hips wasting no time to begin thrusting in and out of your wanting pussy, your moans filling the air around you, carried down the river by the breeze.

“Kylo! Oh my darling, more, please give me more!” You cry out, the pleasure immediate and so, so delicious.

He doesn’t say much, doesn’t say anything at all, just grunts out his pleasure as his mouth covers yours completely, sucks down all your moans sighs pants grunts of pleasure, swallows them the way your cunt sucks in his cock, a vice grip, not wanting to let go.

It’s been weeks since you’ve last seen him, which means it’s been weeks since you’ve been properly fucked, and he knows that just as well as you. Holding your hips tight to keep them steady, he fucks you hard, fucks you with all the pent up sexual frustration he’s harbored over the time and distance between you.

You can feel the way his cock presses itself as deep as it can go, you whine as it knocks against your cervix, the force of his hips pushing you up up up the rock, your hands gripping his shoulders, fingers digging in the muscle there as you throw your head back and plead, panting, begging for him to take you harder, faster.

Kylo does, oh he does, touching you all over your body, stimulating you from every possible point. His hands leave your hips, one moves farther down your body to press his thumb against your swollen clit, eliciting a yelp of pleasure from your throat. The other reaches up to pinch and roll a nipple, feeling for the stiff bud from over your chemise where the wet cloth has clung to it.

It doesn’t satisfy him though, and so wordlessly, with all his strength he tears your chemise right in two, and you gasp, the sudden feeling of river water and his hard hot body pressing down on your bare skin. Kylo kisses all across your chest, sucking and biting in his wake, the newly exposed flesh begging to be marked.

“Yes, right there, oh please right there -- more!” You demand, and he’s all too happy to oblige, as he holds you down, pins you to the best of his ability, grinding his hips against yours on long thick drags of his cock.

Your hips lift, back arching off the rock, as your moans and whimpers grow more and more desperate. You’re so close, this close to coming, your body begins to tremble with the want of it. Oh how long had you waited for this feeling, you pant and writhe beneath him, as his cock drags against that spot inside you that has you seeing stars.

“Please, I’m so close, just a little more, please darling!” You can taste it, the edge of adrenaline in the back of your throat, on your tongue. Kylo knows exactly how to push you over, and he puts all his concentration into it, into getting the timing right.

When he rubs your clit in just the right way, his cock brushing up against your spot once, twice, three times, your body snaps up with sharp pleasure, and you shout loud enough that it scares the birds away from the bushes on the bank of the river. Kylo fucks you through your orgasm, making you moan loud loud loud, the pleasure overwhelming as he speeds his pace up.

Sometimes he’ll drag it out long enough that you can come a couple times on his cock before he spills inside of you, but you know he must be tired from the long journey home, so when he grunts and groans against your throat only a few minutes after, before finally going still, you only smile, glad that he too has come.

He begins to kiss you then, kissing you with an urgency that has you confused in your blissful state. Kylo crushes you ever so slightly, not wanting to move away just yet, and while you’re not complaining, you do have to ask,

“What is the matter?” You pant against him as his body is a solid weight against you.

Kylo is quiet for a moment, and you feel the current of the river washing away all the come and slick, carrying it away off to heavens knows where, cleansing you of this sweaty filthy act. You are almost compelled to ask again, but you know better, and that he will reply when he has the words.

Kissing you again, he tries to press these words into your very being, gentle with you yes, but still an edge of danger, of desire that he cannot shake. You kiss him back, letting yourselves let the water rush over your bodies, simply being together for a few moments more.

“You have bewitched me, body and soul...and I love,” Kylo punctuates these words with more kisses, soft and gentle atop your lips, across your face, “I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you.”

Oh how your heart beats for this man, you can’t help but think, for even after fucking you so hard that you can barely see straight, you can see how dearly he cares for you.

“Then by my side you shall remain.” You nuzzle your nose against his, and he only presses his hard cock deeper into your warm cunt in response. Smiling with bliss and joy, you card Kylo’s hair away from his face and kiss him, whispering, “There is a banquet prepared for you, a grand feast. After the performance you just gave, I’m sure you are hungry for it.”

“In a moment.” He turns to press a kiss to your palm, before hoisting you off of the rock, pulling you to his chest, encouraging your legs to wrap around his hips, “Let me hold you a while longer, just a little while.”

Resting your head on his shoulder, you let him do just that, until the water of the river turns chilly as the late afternoon sun moves across the sky. You would stay like that with him for all eternity, should he desire so, for with him so near, you know there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

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Tagging some Kylo lovin' friends!

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[boywebbed]

also here is a little bit of a breakdown of why communication is so important to the longevity of peter’s physical relationships. it’s important to any relationship but any long term relationship with peter is going to have to require a lot of communication between he & his partner. no matter how natural it feels.

peter is a survivor of csa. here are my two posts detailing some of the effects it has on him longterm [ x , x ] but this is a canon fact. since it’s sinday & i think it’s the first time i’m like??? about to write a bunch of sexual content for peter i want to talk a little bit about how it affects his sex life & why communication is so important to him.

he has been to therapy, at the behest of his aunt & uncle. he only went for a couple of years, neglecting it only after he started spider-man ing. he’s not open about the experience in most circumstances but he is open about his boundaries & needs. a lot of what he focused on in therapy was drawing boundaries & understanding why neglecting those needs would hurt him longterm. it’s one of the only things he’s experienced in life that he didn’t just try to sweep aside because he literally could not. 

he does have impulsive behavior surrounding sex. i wouldn’t nescessarily say that it’s always unhealthy, but he doesn’t always think it through either? He doesn’t actively seek out sex as a way to hurt himself but he does use it as a means to distract himself from any day to day stress. He’s comfortable having short term physical partners because he doesn’t have to think of the deeper implications of any of it, if that makes sense? He’ll have a lot of one night stands but they’re meant to be a good time, not a long time. 

this being said, he goes in & out of phases where he’s more prone to seeking out sexual encounters. he will go back & forth between seeking out a lot of sex & then no sex at all. he doesn’t feel any pressure from himself & doesn’t acknowledge pressure from anyone else to fulfil sexual needs if he is not emotionally able to deal with??? those feelings. if you’re just a hookup he doesn’t feel he owes you that explaination, though if it’s a longterm partner he might elaborate a little bit. again, he’s not very open about the specifics but he would be willing to communicate that he’s just not up to it. 

if he starts sleeping with a partner more consistently he has to talk to them about what that means. he has to understand the context of why or he won’t grasp it on his own. something in his mind just doesn’t make the connection of whether or not it’s just an ongoing series of hookups or something more than that. 

also on the subject of longterm partners, there aren’t many partners he’ll have that he will communicate beig a survivor to. it’s not something he’s ashamed of but it is something he just prefers not to talk about. one of the biggest things that draws me towards peter as a character is that being a survivor is not something he allows to define him. he’s not a victim, he’s a hero. his actions speak about who he is, not what’s happened to him. he might communicate to a partner that he thinks is the person he’s going to be with forever but it’s not something he just throws out there. 

peter is a kinky motherfucker. he likes to test every limit of himself & his partner when given the chance. but the very moment it delves into anything that’s not vanilla, he has to have a safeword. his limits usually revolve around his ptsd being triggered, though it’s hard to tell when it will happen. the risk is worth the reward in most situations but he has to make it ABUNDANTLY clear that his safeword has to be respected, no matter the circumstance. 

if his partner doesn’t respect his safeword, he will cut it off with them immediately. there isn’t really an explaination someone can give that he’ll accept. the safeword is a safety net for him to protect himself when he enjoys / partakes in a sexually active lifestyle. 

he survived csa & he does not allow that to define him. he still loves sex, he loves the thrill of that sort of connection. he is unwilling to let anyone take that away from him. he loves one night stands, seeking out temporary partners & just generally having fun. long-term relationships for him take a lot of work not only because of his trauma but also because of the kind of person he is. he’s not always reliable, he’s impulsive & his priorities are all messed up a lot of the time. if he cares about you he will make the active effort to be better & to help his partner understand but again, he doesn’t feel like he owes anyone a full explaination. If that makes sense? I hope this maks sense. 

despite the trauma, peter is very sex positive. he likes sex. he likes people who like sex. again, it’s not something that he allows to define him but it is something he remains aware of to keep himself safe. 

[daydreaming-in-letters]

Worship

Chapter III - A deal with the god

07/10/2021

Pairing: Hades (August Walker/Geralt of Rivia) x Eliza (OFC)

Word Count: 5,141

Warnings: mentions of death, feelings of guilt and grief, language, sexual innuendos, strong sexual tension, possessiveness, cruelty

Summary: The God of the Underworld pays Eliza another visit - to propose a deal which will save her brother from an eternity in Tartarus.

A/N: I'm sorry this took me so long, but I put my sweat and tears into this over the past three days. And now that it is finished, I can't wait to put it out here. I hope it was worth the wait. Happy Sinday...

If you like my story, you are very welcome to like, comment or reblog. Please don’t copy, repost or share my work on other platforms.

An icy chill blew around the corner of the apartment building, making him shiver. He had forgotten how cold the Upperworld could be, another reason not to come here more often than absolutely necessary. With a noise somewhere between a sigh and a growl, his hands set out to turn the collar of his dark grey pea coat up, before they happily retreated into its pockets. Carefully his eyes drifted up towards the two golden squares and just like last time, he concentrated on the sounds that wafted through her tilted windows.

But there was nothing. No opera, no crying, just nothing. A little alarmed, he tried to listen in more closely, but still there was only dead silence. Could it be? Did she really—? No, idiot, he scolded himself. After all, he was the fucking God of the Underworld. If she had decided to join his realm, he would have been the first to know. There must be another explanation, and eager to find out, he instantly teleported up to her apartment door.

If it were up to him, he would have ignored the rules of etiquette and let himself in like he had done on his first visit, but he didn’t want to risk losing her trust. Negotiations, in his experience, were more likely to end satisfactory if all parties involved in the deal were at least under the impression of being equal partners. And so, one of his hands reluctantly left its cozy shelter to give the door two firm knocks.

“Just a minute,” he heard a familiar voice, muffled by the thick wood, but still unmistakably hers. Then there was a groan and the sound of naked feet on creaking floorboards that came closer in a hurry. Finally, the clicking of metal told him she unlocked the door and he had almost thought her to be as foolish as every mortal, when the door slid open only a tad, the chain still in place.

“Yes?”

Suspicious eyes took him in with caution, and he knew without a doubt she would not make this easy for him.

“Good evening, Eliza. Please don’t be alarmed by my arrival at this late hour. I’m here because of your brother.”

Perfectly curved eyebrows knit together tightly and just for a second, he could see the darkness he had felt in her soul flicker across her eyes.

“I’m afraid you are a little late. He died two weeks ago.”

“Yes, I know. Maybe I should have made myself a little clearer. I’m not here for him, but on his behalf.”

To his great dismay, his words had obviously done nothing to encourage her trust.

“You mean like an administrator, or something?” Her eyes narrowed dangerously as they travelled across his form from head to toe. “Excuse my confusion, but I find it a little hard to believe that you’re still working at this hour. Plus, you don’t really look like an attorney.”

He really didn’t, although his coat was rather fancy, but that moustache— No man of sound mind would sport facial hair like that unless he aspired a career in adult entertainment movies or hoped for his breakthrough as Tom Selleck impersonator.

“I never said I was an administrator.” His voice was deep and steady, the hint of a self-assured smile gracing his beautifully shaped lips, making her eyes stick to them as if he had cast a spell upon her while he went on talking. “And I assure you, I mean you no harm. But what I have to say to you is not meant for prying ears.”

With the tenacity of small waves that hollowed a stone, she could feel a distant memory trying to break through to the surface. But no matter how hard she tried, she still couldn’t fathom what it was. Whatever it was though that wanted to get through to her, it became stronger as soon as her gaze locked with his again. There was something utterly familiar about those blue orbs, and yet she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. The only thing she knew for certain was that it unleashed something deep inside of her, making her careless enough to unlock the door and let him in.

A stream of cold night air followed him inside, bringing a whiff of his essence along that invaded her nostrils and easily conquered the rest of her body. That scent. A heady mixture of ashes, danger and sin.

“Do I know you from somewhere?” she asked, struggling very hard to hold back the other question that was even more pressing than this. And why do I want you?

He whipped around, something dark and full of desire in his gaze as he took in her whole body for the first time and she wasn’t sure anymore if she had somehow said that second question out loud against better judgement. Slowly, intimately, he let his eyes wander along her form, the tight yoga pants revealing a little more of her curves than she would have liked.

“No,” he finally answered her question, his voice sounding somewhat strained as if he was holding himself back from elaborating on that.

“But you knew Alex?” She gave the door a soft push, and, not daring to let him out of her sight, she simply waited for the clicking of the lock.

“I’m afraid I didn’t.” Hades could see the thin line of trust strain from his unusual phrasing and he hurried to add, “But I know his soul.”

His soul? What the hell was that supposed to mean?

“Okay, look, Mr—“

“Hades.”

“Mr Hades, I have no idea who you are and why you are here, but I neither have the patience nor the strength to play any games here. So you better tell me what you want from me before I regret letting you in in the first place.”

Feisty. He liked that in a woman. Maybe this would be much more enjoyable than he had anticipated.

“It’s Lord Hades if you please,” he stated calmly, his eyes not once leaving hers. “And I assure you, I’m in no mood to play games. I am here, as I said, because of your brother - or his soul, to be more precise.”

“Lord Hades? I’m certainly not gonna call you that,” she spat. Who did he think he was? It was the 21st century, for God’s sake. But there was something about his eyes that told her, she probably should have been more careful with the choice of her words.

“I am Hades, God of the Underworld,” he stated gravely, “and you will address me as such, puny mortal, if you don’t want to risk angering me and I promise you, you don’t want to risk that.”

“Wow, okay, um, no hard feelings, but I just remembered that I actually don’t have time now,” she stammered, taking a few steps back towards the door, “because, um, I…I have to…feed my neighbour’s cat. Yes, that’s what I have to do now.” Her hand reached behind her back, hoping to feel the doorknob anytime soon. “Maybe you could come back tomorrow and we—“

Her words died away in her throat, panic rising from her stomach when she realised that she couldn’t move anymore. Completely stripped off all control over her body, she wasn’t even able to blink and so she was forced to watch as the stranger made his way over to her, slowly, deliberately, savouring each step of the way as he drew in on her with a wolfish grin on his lips.

And then she could feel him against her body, his firm chest pressing her into the dark wood, his breath fanning across her face, scorching her skin like the raging fires of hell. She hated that he was so close without her permission, hated how stupid she had been for letting a lunatic like him into her home, but most of all she hated that she liked the way his body felt against hers, liked the authority in his touch as he fixed her chin between his fingers, and the dominance in his stare that bore relentlessly into hers.

“I told you, Eliza, you wouldn’t want to risk arousing my anger. And yet you did. I am sorry it did have to come to this, but you will listen to me now.”

He paused, closing his eyes and releasing a deep breath while he tried to compose himself. She was so pliable, so fragile, her body moulding perfectly to his and he couldn’t wait to have more of this. Soon, he thought, before his eyes locked with hers again and he continued.

“As the God of the Underworld, I rule over the realm of the dead, which has made your brother’s soul my guest since his decease. He has it good, your Alex, being sent to the Elysian Fields right away and he has earned his stay there for all eternity. So why am I here, you might ask yourself, if your brother has secured himself a place among the finest of my subjects?”

Why don’t you stop your dramatic show and just tell me, douchebag? He could hear her thoughts in his head loud and clear, coaxing an amused chuckle from his chest. Oh, he couldn’t wait to make her obey his every wish.

“Despite of all the conveniences he was so generously promised, he committed the act of high treason, risking an eternity in Tartarus when he tried to cheat death and find an escape from the Underworld. Now why would he do that, I wondered and all those years of ruling over the dead have taught me one thing: yen does not have to look far to find the answer. And in this case, I literally have the answer right before my eyes.”

He drew closer, his lips and whiskers now grazing her ear.

“You, Eliza,” he whispered lowly, sending a violent shiver across her whole body, “you are the answer.”

Part of her wanted to push him away with all her might, repulsed by the way he forced himself upon her, while another part wanted to pull him closer, so she could dive her hands into his hair and beg him to repeat her name over and over and over again until she would come undone from the sinful sound of his voice alone.

Without a warning, his palms slammed down onto the door next to her head, making her flinch internally when he resurfaced in front of her face, the hungry look of a predator gleaming in his eyes. She might have just imagined it, too shocked to rely on her senses any longer, but she thought she had heard the remains of a suppressed moan fall from his lips.

“I know what happened in the night of his death,” he pressed out between gritted teeth, “I checked his record personally, and it is the only logical explanation.”

No, he couldn’t know. Nobody did, except herself, the weight of her guilt almost crushing her ever since the moment she had lost the only person that truly meant something to her.

“Luckily for him,” Hades went on, pushing himself off the door and away from her, “the circumstances lessen the seriousness of his crime substantially, to an extent that makes it possible for me to pardon him and allows you to make your atonement and peace with your remorse.” He paused once more, turning his back and taking another step away from her, before he spun around to face her again. “Now, do I have your attention, insolent mortal?"

“You do,” she whispered, astounded to hear her own voice aloud.

“Very well.”

Out of nowhere, she could feel the control over her body return, too fast for her to react and she was sure she would find herself crashing into the floor the next second when two strong hands wrapped around her arms and kept her in place. Carefully she raised her eyes to his, afraid she might find that she had angered him once again, but for the first time since he had arrived at her doorstep, they were soft with compassion.

“If you are who you claim to be, why did you take my brother from me?” she whispered, her voice heavy with tears she desperately tried to hold back. “He has done nothing wrong. He didn’t deserve to die.”

Inhaling deeply, he slowly let go of her. He waited a moment to make sure her legs wouldn’t give out again, before he took a step back.

“I didn’t take your brother from you, for it is not within my powers to decide who dies and who lives. That decision is reserved to the Fates alone.”

“Wait, so you say you are the God of the Underworld, but you have no power over death at all?” The disdainful look she sent him should have angered him, but instead of rage he felt the familiar sensation of self-contempt rise in his chest. “This doesn’t make any sense. How can you claim to be a god if you hold no powers?” And in a hushed tone she added, “There are no gods in this world.”

“Just because the world chose to deny our existence, doesn’t mean we are not real.”

He could see that his words brought some of the vigour back to her eyes that he had found there earlier and he braced himself for the inevitable discussion that was to come now.

“I wonder, Lord Hades, have you ever asked yourself why the people chose to do so?”

Many times, he wanted to say, always wondering where it all went wrong, but he was too stunned by the fact that she had finally decided to address him by his title. And even if her voice was filled with spite, he revelled in the first sign of her compliance.

“Because their increasing progress gained them a certain independence. And I’m afraid it didn’t agree very well with them, making them boisterous and arrogant.”

“Really? And as a consequence you abandoned us, your ungrateful subjects, feeling sorry for yourselves and nursing your wounded vanity instead of being there for us?” She took a step around him, effectively bringing more space between him and her. He didn’t like that, but he let her, curious to see where this would lead. “Tell me, have you taken a look at the world lately? Everything is going to pieces, there is chaos everywhere. If you are who you claim to be, why do you simply watch while everything is falling apart? If it isn’t your own arrogance that stops you from looking after us, is this some sort of evil punishment for our lack of humility? No wonder no one is willing to believe in a higher power anymore.”

“Do you really think it would change anything if they did?” From his experience, it didn’t. Even back in the days when people still honoured the gods, they had always tended to conjure chaos, no matter how noble their intentions.

“In a world where people can do immoral things without being held accountable, it certainly would.”

He met her firm conviction with a presumptuous smile. “You seem to forget that mortals are born with the gift of free will. I hate to disappoint your idealism, but believe me, they would commit crimes anyway. They always did, even when they still believed, and they always will.”

She needed a moment to think about his argument, her forehead wrinkled in the struggle to refute his opinion, but then her face suddenly lit up.

“Maybe you are right, but there is at least the chance that some of them might think twice if they knew they were judged on account of their behaviour one day.”

“You’re very optimistic,” he snorted.

“And even if they didn’t,” she carried on, unfazed by his incredulity, “it might at least help those who suffer from leading a moral life and being kicked for it all the time. It would give them something to look forward to.”

“Believe me,” he murmured, “it’s not worth the trouble.”

“Hope is always worth the trouble.”

“So it is hope you desire?” His eyes lit up dangerously as, to his great amusement, she had finally manoeuvred herself into the exact spot he wanted her in. “What if I told you that I could not only give you hope, but simultaneously make you the bearer of hope yourself? I will gift you with the prospect of sparing your brother his eternal suffering in Tartarus.”

“A gift, Lord Hades?” Her eyes narrowed to small slits. “Why do I feel like I will have to pay a price for it then?”

He took a step closer, one corner of his mouth twitching treacherously. “What makes you think there is a price, mortal?”

“Because there always is. Apart from that, there would have been no need for you to come here just to tell me that you will pardon my brother. You could have done that without informing me.”

A wolfish grin formed on his lips that immediately made her draw a few steps back on instinct. But she didn’t come far before her back hit the wall again.

“Aren’t you a clever one,” he praised while he slowly closed the distance between them.

“So tell me, what will be my task in return for my brother’s pardon?”

A chuckle rose from his chest, a deep rumble that echoed from the walls of the small corridor like dreadful thunder. “Not one task, unbelieving mortal, but three since you will receive three things in return. You’ll get to see your brother and make peace with him, he will be send back to the Elysian Fields, and you—“ His massive hand slid into her hair to let a strand of her dark locks glide through his fingers. “You will regain what you desire most.”

“How?” she gasped, her tongue too heavy to form a full question while he touched her. She could feel his hot breath crawl over her skin again, caressing every inch of her neck and face, and her eyes fell shut, letting herself imagine for just a few seconds that it were his fingers instead.

“By surrendering yourself into my hands. Three worships, that’s all I ask.”

Her lids flew open in a flash. “Worships? You mean like praying? Or do I have to sacrifice my firstborn strike midnight on a moonless night?”

Another deep chuckle made his chest tremble and she could feel the vibrations against her own. “Nothing of the sort.” He needed her to look at him for his next words, keeping her chin up with his index finger. She was enchanting, this strong-willed woman, and he couldn’t help himself from running his thumb along her plush bottom lip. “I think you know exactly what it takes to honour a god like me.”

He couldn’t be serious. He wanted her to— She could feel her stomach turn and bile rise in her throat. His suggestion was outrageous. Out of the question, she would never— And yet there was something else that rose from the depths of her core, a complete and utter yearning to honour him in any way he pleased, even if it meant losing her self-respect. And although she hated herself for feeling this way, her desire silenced her disgust with a sure hand.

Apart from that, she was well aware that there was more at risk here than her virtue. With her brother facing eternal damnation in Tartarus, who was she to complain about giving herself into the mercy of a god for three nights? It was the least she could do after everything Alex had lost because of her.

“Alright, I agree. Now where do I sign? I assume it requires my signature to sell my soul to the devil.”

He admired her courage, even more so as he could feel her body tremble against his own, and it made him wonder what else she would have agreed to if he had asked for it.

“Your word, my brave little mortal, will be warranty enough. And to seal the contract that binds you to me from now on until you fulfilled your task, a kiss from your lips will be sufficient.”

She hadn’t even had the time to fathom his words when he leaned in, still fixing her in place with his fingers, as if she would have dared to pull away, or wanted to. Bracing herself, every fibre in her body tensed up, petrifying her in anticipation of his rough devouring. But instead, she found his lips softly brushing along hers, his touch so gentle that she could have just as easily imagined it. There was no stormy lust or harsh passion in his movement, no ravenous hunger he longed to sate upon her lips. And yet she couldn’t recall having ever been kissed like this, so tenderly, the heat of his breath mixing with hers, setting her soul alight. She wanted to wrap her arms around his neck, pull him closer, press her body up against his until they would melt into one. But still, she found herself unable to do anything but let him take his time to seal the deal.

All too soon for her liking, he pulled away though, leaving her panting and shivering from the cold that replaced the heat of his body and pressed unpleasantly against her chest. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes to let the world around her in again, and the sight in front of her was unlike anything she had ever seen before. It was magnificent, a scene taken directly from her dreams and brought to life before her eyes.

“What is this place?” she managed to pipe up while she turned around in circles to take everything in properly.

“The Elysian Fields.”

“But there are no fields at all.”

“That’s because everyone experiences this place differently. It is probably closest to the concept you know as paradise, a permanent home to those souls who earned their stay by leading not one but three virtuous lives. I think it is only fair that they decide for themselves what their eternity should look like. I’m curious, what does it look like to you?”

Without drawing her eyes away from the stunning scenery, she took a moment to find the right words.

“We’re in a forest, surrounded by spruces. The floor is covered in thick, soft moss and ferns. I can hear a stream somewhere nearby and the tree tops are swaying in a light summer breeze. And there is something in the distance. Wait, is that…a cottage?” He watched as she squinted at a place to her right. “Yes, it is a cottage. Oh, I love cottages. Can we please go there?”

She had only been here for a moment and already the place seemed to have a visible effect on her. As it should be, lifting the weight of her troubles off her shoulders and making her lighthearted. Unfortunately, it also made her forget the reason why she was here.

“No.” He hated the heartbroken look on her face that his negation had brought along, but there was no time for that now. “Try to remember what happened before we came here.”

And so she did. He could practically see the thoughts race behind her dark eyes, her hand slowly drifting up towards her lips, gliding along the pink flesh that tasted like nothing he had ever tasted before. And as the apples of her cheeks finally turned pink, he knew that she remembered.

“Good. Now, in a minute, I’m going to summon your brother from his prison cell to fulfil the first two points of my part of our contract. You can say your goodbyes and then he will be free to leave. Understood?”

“Yes.” Her voice was hoarse all of a sudden and the colour that had suited her so well, had vanished from her cheeks completely. He just hoped she would be strong enough to go through with this.

“Eliza?”

She whipped around, her eyes going wide as they took in what she had thought to have lost forever.

“Alex! Oh my God.”

Hades took a step back to watch the scene unfold before his eyes. It took her another moment to overcome her shock before a jolt ran through her body and she sprinted into her brother’s arms.

“I’m so sorry, so, so sorry,” she cried into his shoulder, her words muffled by the tears that were streaming down her face in thick rivulets.

“Please don’t cry, sweetheart.” He pressed her further into him, shaky hands softly caressing her silky hair. Sadly, his words had done nothing to comfort her.

“But it’s my fault. It’s all my fault,” she sobbed violently and the despair within her statement seemed to touch something so deep inside of him that he felt the need to pull away and look at her.

“None of this is your fault.”

“Yes, it is. If I would have just decided to cry myself to sleep that night instead of calling you, you would still be with me. You died because I was whiny and selfish.”

His face was a portrait of pure anguish by now, reflecting her pained expression perfectly.

“Sh, Liz. No,” he tried to reason with her once again while his pale hands cupped her cheeks, his thumbs giving their best to wipe away the tears that wouldn’t stop falling. “You know that’s not true. I’m here because I was speeding, in the pouring rain.”

“But you wouldn’t have been on the road in the first place if it hadn’t been for me.” Her voice was about to break now as she averted her eyes in shame.

“But it was my decision to actually come and see you. And it was my foot on the gas, not yours. And now stop blaming yourself for things that neither of us can change anymore. Look around you, Liz. I’m good.”

For a split second her eyes landed on the God of the Underworld, darkening dangerously.

“Yeah, only that you weren’t. Trying to flee this place and ending up in Tartarus for it. How could you be so stupid?”

“I —“

She could feel the reluctance in him, preventing him from telling the truth. She didn’t know why though. Was he ashamed to admit it to her? Or did he not want the god to find out about his motives?

And instead of him, Hades himself gave her the answer she longed to hear. “He wanted to get back to the Upperworld for you. I guess he must have felt your extraordinary pain. That can happen sometimes if two people had a particularly powerful bond in life.”

“Is that true? Is that why you risked an eternity of torture? For me?”

Swallowing heavily, he simply nodded. Knowing her temperament a little by now, Hades had expected her to shout at the soul and give him a piece of her mind. Instead, he watched in awe as her eyes grew soft with affection, and he found himself envying the soul for being the recipient of such tenderness.

“You reckless idiot. You know I would have been okay eventually.”

Eliza pulled her brother into a tight hug, making it impossible for her to see the raising of an eyebrow on Hades’ face as he remembered how far from okay she had been the night he had paid her his visit.

“I love you, Alex,” she whispered next to his ear, pulling him closer still. It felt good to be with him again, familiar and comforting. And for the first time since he left, she was home again. But soon her heart grew heavy upon the realisation that their borrowed moment of reunification was about to come to an end shortly, and yet she forced back the tears that were threatening to fall again with all her might. After all, she didn’t want him to remember her like a sobbing mess, but as a strong and hopeful fighter, leaving him with the prospect that she would pull through, although she wasn’t sure she would ever learn to live with the loss.

“I love you too, squirt.”

Reluctantly, Alex pulled away. He must have felt it too, the inevitable approach of their moment of goodbye, she could tell from the heartache that clouded his eyes.

“You are free to leave now, soul.”

The velvety tone in the voice of the God of the Underworld surprised her. It was soft, almost compassionate, making it sound as if he would leave Alex a choice here, but she knew as well as her brother that this was an order that needed to be obeyed.

“Wait, what about Eliza?”

Hades’ lips pressed together tightly for a moment and she could see his patience wearing thin. Like every king, he obviously wasn’t used to subjects disobeying his orders.

“I will take her back to the Upperworld,” he snarled, “so she can fulfil our contract in the near future.”

“Contract? What contract?” Frantically Alex’ gaze jumped back and forth between his sister and his sovereign, reminding Hades of the panic he had unleashed within the soul when he had promised to call upon his sister, and he relished in the terror his next words would bring.

“Did you really think I spared you from Tartarus because I have a compassionate heart? Believe me, as the God of the Dead I cannot afford a weakness like that. But I gave your sister my word and fulfilled the promise I made.” His voice stayed perfectly calm, eyes fixed on the soul as he closed in for the kill. “Now it is up to her to return the favour.”

With a devious smile that left no doubt about his intentions, he pulled his mortal towards himself, his strong arm wrapping around her shoulders in a demonstration of his possessiveness.

“No,” her brother stammered as he was forced to watch in horror. “Eliza, what did you do?”

And although she hadn’t wanted to cry again, tears suddenly decided to cloud her vision as she couldn’t stand the trepidation and betrayal in his eyes any longer, drawing the last bit of strength from her limbs as she sank down along the warm body next to her, clutching the god’s leg in the desperate need to ground herself somewhere. And with a whiff, the beautiful shades of green around her faded away, turning into the familiar forms and shapes of her home. Her brother’s words were still echoing in her ears, repeating his last question in a gut wrenching scream that filled her with the overwhelming suspicion that she might have indeed sold her soul to the devil. “What did you do?”

Part 4

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Obligated Sinday headcanon before the day is over. (Sorry not sorry Nes)

Nestor is a very anxious person when it comes to personal matters. On the job? Competent, on top of it, can carry a conversation no matter how anxious she is. Off the job? Send help. When it comes to courting she’s pretty shy and meek, uncertain. Even suspicious, at times. Usually what she’s thinking is kept to herself but she is outwardly very flustered if someone is trying to date or sleep with her.

A lot of this stems from the marking a monster left scarred into her chest. It tends to be unsettling once you realize it’s a giant hand print encompassing from the base of her neck and nearly down to the end of her ribs - claw tips curling around her sides and over her shoulders as if it’s crushing her every day of her life. It takes her a bit to feel comfortable undressing around another - the other scars don’t matter but this one, she has hangups with. Not just due to the trauma, but also worrying just exposing it could somehow curse the other. It’s a delusion, of course, because of the trauma but it nonetheless feels very real. And it’s why she always has some type of light source on in a room.

But we’re not here for the trauma. The fact is, once she’s comfortable enough to sleep with someone that means her meekness dissolves. Sorry, did you think you were getting a fully submissive lass here? No. She likes to be on top, in someone’s lap and she will absolutely push her partner down the moment she’s no longer feeling worried. Despite what she likes, she actually has no preferences otherwise and is pretty versatile to the situation when doing the monster mash.

Nestor’s personality doesn’t really change. She’s still anxious. She just feels comfortable enough to do what she wants with her partner. It’s a small change in her demeanor but for some people it can be a bit surprising. I guess it’s important to note that Nestor isn’t really seeking control either in these situations, she’s not desperately trying to recreate what she doesn’t feel like she has. It’s just a position she likes a lot, especially when her partner holds her. It’s not a necessity. Her being comfortable is just... freeing. And so very rare.