#gettin' steamy in here

[artsynerdwithasword-takecover]

We had another session recently where we visited a hot spring (among other things) and let's just say there were some appreciative glances.

[sweetimpurity]

*ੈ✩‧ Day three! It's gettin steamy and sloshy up in here! wc: 1k ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

The warm water laps around your arms and trembling knees, head thrown back on Miguel’s shoulder and his hand slowly sloshing around in the water between your thighs. Thick fingers massaging and caressing your core, only letting his fingers dip into the first knuckle, enough to feel the squeeze of your muscles and hear the hitch in your breath. Soft fluttering moans and his deep warm coos fill the bathroom as well as the salty sea air and the sounds of crashing waves outside the window. It’s your honeymoon. Finally away from all the craziness of your everyday lives. Just you and your new husband and you can’t keep your hands off each other. It’s not like you haven’t had sex a million times already, it’s just that being married renewed some sort of spark inside you both and now it all means more… or it feels different… but it feels so so good. 

“You let me know when you’ve had too much, baby, okay?” He hums right next to your ear, brushing his lips in feather light touches to your cheek. You’ve already been going at it like bunnies ever since you reached the villa suite. This soothing morning bath was supposed to be just that. To clean yourselves of last night's activities and ease the slight ache in both your bodies from hours of newlywed love making. But neither of you can resist. It’s like you’re magnetically, positively and negatively charged, pulling to each other and unable to resist the attraction. It’s more than just love, it’s need and devotion.

“Need more, Miguel…” You sigh, a quirk in your brow and pout on your lip. His digits just aren’t enough for the ache you feel. “You need more..?” He smiles and a huff of soft laughter leaves his lips. You're insatiable and he can’t get enough. “I can give you more, love, I can give you whatever you want…” He whispers. His head lifting from your shoulder and looking up at you, his fingers running up your sensitivity and gently past your bundle of nerves as he draws his hand from your heat. The water sloshing and lapping at the sides of the enormous tub as you turn around to face him. The flower petals that Miguel sprinkled on the water earlier when you weren’t looking, mostly as a silly joke, collecting on your damp skin and decorating you so wonderfully. Now he understands. Seeing you glistening wet and covered in white and pink petals makes his mind go melty. Making his breath hitch. The sun hitting you just right as you straddle his lap. His back pressing against the porcelain and big hands coming up to your back, caressing down to your ass. “You’re so beautiful…” He whispers so quietly. It’s almost too quiet to hear. But it’s all his voice will allow with how hard his heart is beating. 

He leans forward, water lapping as he pulls you closer still. His lips connect with your sternum and sucking small wet kisses along your damp skin. Up to your left breast, his tongue swirling around the mound and gently biting down on the precious portion of your body. His lips glistening and wet from the bath water that's covering your skin and dribbling down, clicking wet sucking sounds accompanying the feeling of bliss. Along with his wet tongue gliding along your perked nipple, his plush lips pursing around to suck. “Ohh- Miguel…” You sigh so quietly, a shiver running down your spine just watching him do this. Feeling it happen. And he moves with the same attention to your right breast until your tits are tinted slightly with a blush after his loving attacks. 

“My wife…” He whispers, looking up in your eyes and making you smile. His hands running up your back to your shoulders. Utter affection in his expression. 

…

“Miguel!” You gasp, reaching for his hand and squeezing it hard, pulling it against your chest. Drips, drops, dribbles of water running down the sides of the bathtub and the water lapping the edges. Full of him, full to the brim and tingling. His cock bullying it’s way inside, deep and warm and all for you. He wouldn’t want it any other way. He’s trying so hard to hold out. But the water and the squeeze of your warm pussy, his view from under you, watching your head throw back. The tips of your hair dipping into the water and sticking to your back. He can’t look, dipping his face into your chest to hold it together. He’ll be damned if he doesn’t make you come. If he doesn’t bring you there. But you make it so hard not to burst inside on the first pump. 

“Baby! Babe- babe…” Your voice high and squeaky and at the same time quiet and intimate. Only for him to hear, only for Miguel to know. “Oh come on baby, please…” He whispers into your skin, on the edge and begging for that release. Wanting to watch you go. 

His arms anchor around your back, adjusting his hips and pulling you down on him a bit harder and faster. Plunging all the way deep, hitting some magical spot inside you that has you cry out his name. 

“Yeah, right there?” He grins, doing it again, pulling you down and pushing his hips up at the same time. And once he finds the spot again, he just keeps hitting it over and over. Water splashing and pouring over the edges. Onto the blue and green glass tiled floor, soaking into the bathmat, your fingers digging into his shoulders so hard you might just break the skin. 

That familiar ache and melt concocting in your gut, right in the pit of your stomach. Blooming and burning down your thighs, originating in your heat, right at your core. Miguel finally allowing himself to succumb when feeling the spasms of your orgasm around him. A wave of satisfaction and victory when his name spills from your lips again and again just like the water and petals dribbling over the edges and flooding the floor. 

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[lowrisemiller]

clint flood headcanons ⭑.ᐟ

i finally watched freaky tales 😋 here’s some thots

| masterlist | clint one-shot |

⤷

fluffy headcanons ⭑.ᐟ

📼 despite clint bein a gruff bad ass man with a tough exterior we know he’s a softie.

📼 clint has a soft spot for little critters n animals:3

📼 especially stray animals :,) like i just know he has a little cat that has no home that lives behind his apartment building that he feeds at least twice a week.

📼 OLD SCHOOL GENTLEMAN 🗣️🗣️

📼 he holds every damn door open for you, pays for dinner n all your snacks “anythin you want doll.”

📼 always walks you home if you’re not livin together already

📼 killer vinyl collection we alr know he has a good mixtape so—

📼 he loves a good funky soul record and of course classic rock.

📼 we alr know he’s protective asf but he’s also protective in ways that aren’t as smothering.

📼 he doesn’t say “i love you” all the time but god forbid someone looks at you the wrong way, they’ll rethink it REAL fast

📼 bro is a good cook

📼 he makes a legendary chili (i don’t make the rules)

📼 and if he lets you in his kitchen he’s wearin a dirty apron— his sleeves rolled up and he has a focused expression glued on his beautiful face.

steamy headcanons ⭑.ᐟ

📼 clint’s the kind of guy who doesn’t need to say much.

📼 he’ll brush his fingers against yours while lighting your cigarette. tension overload. he’s smirkin.

📼 he knows what he’s doin.

📼 he’s a slow burn guy… until he isn’t.

📼 once you break through that cool, controlled exterior— he’s the type of guy to kiss you like he’s starving cmon he is starving.

📼 he’ll pin you against any surface and just envelop his entire mouth on yours.

📼 clint doesn’t beg. (whatever makes u sleep at night honey)

📼 buuuut it will be late at night after yall went out you’re gettin ready to head back to your place

📼 and he’ll be standing in the doorway, shirt half-unbuttoned, voice low and askin “you sure you wanna leave darlin’?”

📼 doesn’t beg but his big brown eyes do all the pleading and talking.

📼 post fight clint 🫦

📼 post-fight adrenaline still pulsing, he’ll pull you into the shadows and kiss you breathless, that leather jacket barely hanging on and nothing underneath. It’s hot. It’s chaotic. It’s unforgettable.

📼 after you clean him and patch him up the sex goes one or two ways:

📼 most times he’s still pumping with adrenaline and energy so you’ll be havin rough sex.

📼 pinned against his bed or the wall and he’s fucking you so fast you can barely keep up.

📼 you lost track of how many times you’ve both come.

📼 or yall will have some nice soft slow sex.

📼 missionary or riding him real nice.

📼 his rough calloused hands run over the expanse of your torso and your thighs.

📼 hickeys anywhere he can find space.

📼 big fan of car sex.

📼 clint flood more like clint flood this pussy!

📼 cli(n)t

okie that’s it .ᐟ

-sweetgirl out

[princessbrunette]

pervyneighbor!rafe mixed w innocent!reader fhfufj .. imagine he's scarin off guys that leave her apt, workin behind the scenes to make sure he's the only man in her life she'll need. sabotaging friendships or relationships even. gettin a real ego boost outta her walkin across to his door like :((( the shower's broken again n i dunno how to fix it .. - 🍓

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the funniest thing is he acts like it’s a total inconvenience to him because he’s such a brat at his core, not sure how to express the softness he feels towards you without being a dick about it.

he feels like he’s hit the jackpot when he gets a knock at his door — opening to find you, a little damp, wearing a silk robe so thin that your hard nipples poke right through. you suck on a swollen bottom lip, eyes all worried and nervy.

“and what seems to be the problem today?” he leans on the doorframe, glancing behind you to see if his dad was lurking about anywhere before back at your sweet face.

“i’m really sorry to bother you, but my shower suddenly turned cold and won’t turn warm again. m’not sure what happened.” you huff and he nods slowly, scratching his cheek.

“and… you don’t have the phone number of a single handyman who can fix that shit for you, s’what you’re tellin’ me.” he licks his lips making you press your thighs together beneath your robe. you could have called a plumber sure — but you didn’t like letting strange men into your home when no one was around. you knew rafe — and he always looked after you.

“just trust you more…” you look down at your fluffy pink slides, awkwardly wiggling painted toenails as you await an answer. he smirks when you look away, knowing he’s always got you right where he wants you.

“damn right. lemme uh, lemme come take a look, yeah? probably something fixable.” he leads you back to your house with a hand on your back— just a step behind you so that he could see the way the skin of your damp ass cheeks cling to the silk fabric of the robe, the movement of them clear beneath their cloak.

he moves you aside to take a look at your shower, fiddling about with things, occasionally walking over to the boiler before you hear a small “ah.” and the water runs once more, steam eventually apparent.

“rafe! you’re so smart! what did you do?” you grin.

“dont worry about what i did alright— y’see this? dont turn this lever anymore. doesn’t work, thats what broke it. alright, sweetheart?”

“thank you rafe!” you wrap your arms around his neck, warm tits pressing to his chest through the silk. if he just pulled the string keeping it together, you’d be totally exposed. he feels his cock bloat at the thought.

“yeah, yeah. you don’t call anyone else if you’ve got trouble in here. okay? i’m your guy.”

“you’re my guy.” you repeat softly, before staring pensively at the shower. “would you mind staying? just incase it breaks again when i’m showering…” you pout and he huffs out a chuckle of disbelief through a smirk. you had to be messing with him.

“i’ll be just outside. yeah?”

you keep the door ajar, a perfect gift for him to peep through the gap into the mirror, seeing you lather your soft body through the steamy glass of the shower door. one of these days you were gonna pay for teasing him like this.

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[idrawweirdstuffnominors]

Hopping on the freaky Epilogue cast stuff

Epilogue Josh gettin' freaky? He deserves it

(ITS CUFFIN SEAAAASON

Josh levy-

Title: “Desperate Measures”

Epilogue Josh Levy wasn’t a patient man—especially not when it came to you.

It started innocently enough. You were folding laundry, of all things, when he hovered behind you like a restless shadow. Pacing. Fidgeting. Huffing dramatically.

Josh (grumbling):

“Y’know… if you keep bending over like that, I’m legally obligated to explode.”

You snorted.

“You’re legally obligated to help me fold these shirts.”

He groaned like you’d asked him to disarm a bomb. Then—suddenly—strong arms wrapped around your waist. His chin hooked over your shoulder.

Josh (whining):

“C’mon… You’ve been busy all day. I’m right here. Right now. And I’m goin’ crazy.”

You smirked, continuing to fold. “Isn’t this karma for all the times you ignored me for Star Trek reruns?”

Josh let out an exaggerated gasp. “That’s low. That’s slander. I pause the episodes now.”

He kissed the side of your neck, a little too long, a little too warm. His hands slid under your shirt like he couldn’t stop himself, like he’d die if he didn’t touch you. There was a distinct tremble in the way he clung, a frantic edge to it.

Josh (softly):

“I need you.”

His voice cracked—just slightly—and the vulnerability in it made your stomach flip. He sounded like someone starved for more than just heat. For closeness. For reassurance. For you.

You turned around, finally meeting his eyes. He looked wrecked in the best way—messy hair, flushed cheeks, pupils wide and pleading.

You:

“Yeah?”

He nodded, almost too fast.

“Yeah. Please. I’m—I'm not even trying to be cute, I just—need you to touch me or I’m gonna combust.”

You bit your lip, holding back a grin.

“Laundry can wait.”

He was already pulling you toward the bedroom before the last word left your mouth.

Of course—here comes the extra steamy continuation of our needy epilogue Josh Levy fic. He’s a big boy and he's starved~

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Josh didn’t even bother with the lights. The door clicked shut behind you, and before you could tease him further, he pounced.

Lips crashed into yours—hungry, messy, all teeth and tongue like he was trying to taste how much you loved him. His hands were all over you: grabbing your thighs, tugging at your waistband, slipping under your shirt like it offended him. You gasped into his mouth, and that only spurred him on.

Josh (breathless):

“You have no idea what you do to me—walking around all day, bein’ hot and ignoring me like it’s not criminal.”

You smirked, tugging at his tee. “Maybe I like watching you suffer.”

His eyes went dark with something primal. “Oh yeah? You like this?”

He pressed your hand against the front of his jeans—he was rock hard, twitching under your palm. His breath hitched as he rutted into your hand, chasing friction like he’d been waiting all damn day. Maybe he had.

Josh (panting):

“I’m losing it. I’ve been hard since breakfast, babe—breakfast. You know how sick that is?”

You leaned in, lips brushing his ear.

“You’re worse than sick. You’re mine.”

That broke him.

Clothes went flying—his hair down first, then yours, then pants, all in a chaotic mess as he practically dragged you onto the bed. He didn’t even waste time with foreplay. He needed skin, needed to be inside you, needed to lose himself where it was warm and safe and everything else faded.

The moment he sank into you, his voice cracked into a low, desperate shakey moan/groan.

“Fuck— you feel like heaven. Like I’m gonna lose my goddamn mind.”

His thrusts were deep and needy, rhythm sloppy with how desperate he was. His forehead pressed to yours, sweat beading at his temple, eyes glued to you like he couldn’t believe you were real. Like he needed the proof—needed to watch the way your mouth parted, the way your fingers clutched his shoulders each time he rubbbed along your insides, the way you took him, no hesitation.

Josh (whispering):

“Say you love me. Please—just say it.”

You cupped his face, heart pounding against his.

“I love you. I love you, Josh.”

He choked out a groan like the words physically wrecked him, hips stuttering.

He kept going until you were both shaking, breathless, covered in each other and the kind of love that felt like fire under the skin.

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Afterward, Josh curled around you like a furnace, still trembling, still clinging.

Josh (murmured, soft):

“I always feel like I’m too much. But you—you make me feel like enough.”

And you just held him, kissed his temple, and whispered against his curls,

“You are. All of you.”

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[senka-mesecine]

Returning from the trenches to ask again for a favour but can we get a steamy night encounter at camp with Barnes? 👀 Please and thanks 🙏 Take your time and I appreciate what you do for this small fandom

Not Someone You'd Want Running into in the Dark.

Robert Barnes x Reader.

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wonderful gifset by @woman-with-no-name

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inspired by @atmostories

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-"You're out here tweakin', you come to me!"-

What you remember most vividly is him pointing his thumb at his own chest with all the conviction and emphasis in the world and you shaking your head, looking away and trying to distance yourself from his face protruding towards you like a hawk throwing its beak out, looming, causing you to feel more flustered than you've ever recalled being in your whole goddamn life. Your recollection comes in heated waves, even as his head was in between your thighs, days later, eating you out.

-"I prefer not to, sir. Respectfully."-

You tried to bail out then as gently and as diplomatically as humanly possible but the very fact you were here and now was a testament to you falling into temptation; at 0000 hours. The dead of night. Cockstruck, as he so aptly called you. You were stressed in the past few weeks, disoriented due to it, unable to preform your duties the way Barnes thought you were supposed to preform them --- certainly not sloppily. With efficacy. Of course, he just as well thought something's to be done about that.

You reminisced about his words even as his tongue was actively lashing your clit.

Your spine bends.

-"Yeah, right, you just prefer respectfully screwin' with the way of things instead, ain' that right?"-

A taunt. He was taunting you.

He practically spat out the word 'respectfully' not unlike a slur.

-"Cogging up the machine."-

He added and something about that line stuck with you even now.

Your fingers coiling into his shoulders.

What you learned about Sergeant Barnes is that he had this fervent belief in the order of things and maintaining said order by any means necessary. Fragging someone. Threatening them. Killing. Tonguefucking them, sure, why not. Tonguefucking you specifically, that is. If it worked, it worked. And the reason it worked, he might claim, is because it beat stupid ideas straight out of your head and placed you back on the right path being functional again. Not going around breaking down and breaking down everything along with you.

This was a disciplinary measure.

-"I'm responsible for the engine! Shit running tight 'n smooth 'round here! Now, you fuck with that ---"-

You remember him being in your face, cornered somewhere dark.

Trailing off. Not finishing his own sentence.

Like he wanted to say something truly and genuinely terrible.

And in a rare bit of mercy directed at you, last minute, he decided not to.

-"You don't fuck with that."-

Barnes merely repeated firmly, reiterating his own point.

-"Or you gonna end up gettin' fucked six ways from Sunday until you're focused and keen if you don't get your head outta the clouds and it's gon' be me who does it."-

His voice and the threat behind it is blurry in your head, the reality of now pulling you back by a thousand hooks as he was making due of that promise right now, in the flesh. You beg. You plead. Your tone cracking, hoarse. Overstimulated in your parted, gasping mouth. You're all sweat in the humid night air; the exertion of your body manifesting in the form of moisture soaking your fatigues --- you were long past orgasming. You were merely coming undone in depleted, wet, frustrating heaves, downright feeling the texture of his scarring, the many dents, bruises and scratches traced and brushed against the inside of your thighs. He devours wordlessly, without making a sound, nonetheless working you so profoundly, so ceaselessly, you could feel your hips practically vibrate and shake. Your eyesight's dotted with black needles, turning you momentarily blind atop of the collection of burlap soil bags you were sprawled out on, your neck thrown back --- somehow, the long reach of his arms around you enough for his fingers to be coiled around your jaw. Your mouth. -"I want you inside of me. Please, sir. I need it. Please."- You implore, finding his tongue wasn't enough. You wanted this, needed this, in fact, to go all the way. He stops working you for but a second and him separating himself from your cunt is pure torture. Your torso practically bucks into nothing, instinctively looking for him. His face is mere inches above yours, the lower half of it slick and shiny with your cum. You could smell yourself on him, warm and salty. -"Ion fuck before marriage."- He cocks his head and you can't tell if he was being serious of taunting yet again. You have to be a little amused at least. -"What's this called then?"- You manage, moaning, still catching your breath under him, your sore clit pulsating with what you could only call a tense, drumming heartbeat. You were so glutted and gorged, you were certain he could merely touch you with the tip of his index finger and you'd cum undone yet again just from the contact alone. -"Greasin' the wheel."- He answers without hesitation, not at all cockily, more like with all the seriousness in existence. His eyes display that. Barnes doesn't blink as he says it.

-"If I were fuckin' you, you wouldn't be good no for service and it's lucky for you I ain' made an honest woman out of'ye yet for you to be fearin' that."-

He utters those words so matter-of-factly, with a profuse drawl and with only the slightest hint of teasing wrapped in a very steadfastly sincere outfit that you momentarily snort at, positively entertained, leaving you actually grinning and lightheaded for the first time after what you figured were weeks. What? Too conservatively conventional to put his cock inside of you, not too conservatively conventional to fuck you every other way under the sun, but somehow still too fixated on your fitness of performing day-to-day duties not to have you walking exhausted, bowlegged and limping around the base, slowing yourself down and slowing everyone around you down too by proxy? What an amusing patchwork of infinite contradictions he tended to be.

-"Better."-

You exhale, the blissed out nature of your state finally hitting you.

Your lounging arms thrown up above your head.

He's stood up, leaning on his right arm to do so, giving the fact your fatigue trousers were on the ground beside your feet with some molecule of scrutiny, like he didn't want the uniform he ripped off and threw there himself, disrespected.

-"It's better. I'm better."-

You clarify, smiling a little.

Smiling even more once he scooted down to neatly fold your trousers, throwing them atop of your chest, his finger and his whole tank top clad, exposed arm pointing at you, like he was giving you a signal to make yourself decent instead of your ass being out on the breeze and knowing Barnes, that's exactly what he was doing too. He didn't even bother wiping his mouth. You were still slick and shiny on his lips as he spoke with a scowl. The boys, you figured, might suppose he had a midnight drink, but even if they knew they truth you understood they wouldn't dare comment anyway. Barnes, generally, it was understood, wasn't someone anyone wanted to run into at base after hours if they could help it. Or even during daytime unless it was neccessary.

-"Y'better be next to me ready and focused at 0600 sharp or ye'll be runnin' into me in the dark again."-

Before turning around and walking into the moonless pitch blackness, he warns, no doubt finding that now that he's greased the wheel, the machine could optimally resume running as it should've. Truth was, though --- you wouldn't have minded running into him in the dark again soon.

[dadbodbucky]

gettin' steamy

This is part of my Kinktober 2022 project! (Yes, it is November 2024. Sometimes you get distracted.)

WORD COUNT: 2870

PAIRING: Buck/Tommy

PROMPTS: Shower sex

ADDITIONAL TAGS: Trans Buck, light dom/sub, multiple orgasms

Read it here on Ao3!

[shadowphoenixrider]

Kinktober 2024 Day 1 - Dirty Talk

(Decided to write a couple of entries for Kinktober, since my OTP were chatty for a bit. No smut in this one, but things get a little steamy. Enjoy!)

"Mmm, you look good enough to eat, mon amie..." Gambit purred into my ear, hands sliding onto my hips.

I raised an eyebrow, looking over my shoulder at the dark-eyed mutant leering at me.

"Why, are you hungry, Cajun?" I asked lightly.

His red eyes gleamed with mischief, pupils dilating.

"Hungry, chère?" He pushed his body into mine, pressing me tightly against the kitchen counter as his lips skimmed my ear. "I'm starved."

A shudder ran down my spine, hot tight heat twisting low in my belly. He must have felt it, as his lips curved into a grin. Planting my hands on the work surface, I pushed back against him.

"We can't do this here, Gambit." I muttered. "Someone's going to walk in here at some point."

"Kitchen's the best place to get a meal, chère." Came the hot reply, his strength pinning me in place. "An' I can't help thinkin' how good you'd taste..." I felt his tongue flick at my earlobe; that did nothing but make me shake my head.

"If you want a meal you can savour, we're going to have to go somewhere more private." I said matter-of-factly. "Even a man starved knows he can only eat his fill if he's undisturbed."

Gambit groaned childishly.

"Please Shadow, Gambit be a man parched - he desperate for a taste of you. You not be as so cruel to deny him longer, surely?"

"Parched? I thought you were hungry." I tried not to smile at his frustrated grumble. "But seriously Gambit, you are going to be infinitely more annoyed if we get interrupted. At least let's go to my room so you can have all the time in the world to sample me, hmm?"

I felt his mouth open to retort, when someone else got there first:

"Am I interrupting something?"

I craned my head over my shoulder to see Storm standing in the doorway, one perfect white eyebrow raised. Gambit drew back away from me, and I gave him a Look.

"Told you so."

He narrowed his eyes at me, and I let myself smirk - he'd make me pay for that, and I couldn't wait.

Storm looked between us, clearly putting the pieces together, so I just offered her a smile and a respectful bow of my head. "My apologies, we'll be getting out of your way."

I weaved past her, quickening my pace when I was out of the kitchen and trying to resist giggling nervously. There was no way I'd evade him, but it was always fun to see how far I could get.

It didn't take long for Gambit to catch up in several long strides, briefly pulling me into the side of the hallway, hands all over me.

"You little minx." He growled playfully into my ear, revelling in my giggling. "Teasin' me like that."

"Aw, but I wasn't wrong about us getting interrupted, was I?" I pointed out, even as he gave my neck a nip.

"Maybe ya were right 'bout gettin' a room." He acquiesced, pulling back to look at me properly, smirking. "But when we get dere, Gambit gonna make sure he has his fill."

I smirked back.

"Why of course. Wouldn't want to spoil a meal by rushing it now, would we?"

His wicked grin flashed heat straight into my chest, the recognition of this familiar, tenuous dance we began.

"Sounds like you jus' as hungry as Gambit, mon ombre..." The Cajun purred, as I started leading us to my room.

"Oh, I might have been indulging myself with some tasty little thoughts..." I mused.

"Such as...?"

I paused for a moment, my grin showing teeth.

"The sounds you make when my lips are wrapped around your cock."

Gambit's eyes darkened, and I swore it was his turn to shiver with delight. I pressed on, standing on my tiptoes to whisper: "All I have to do is just run my tongue along you and you melt under me. Such a needy boy..."

To my surprise and delight, his eyes rolled back in his head, a soft, shaky groan escaping him. This vulnerability only lasted for a moment though, his focus sharpening back on me.

"Don' think you can get away teasin' Gambit like dat, brigand..." He growled. "He knows all ya little secrets too." A wide, almost predatory grin as he whispered in my ear: "You one to talk about meltin' at a touch, mon amie, when Gambit just have to tell ya exactly what ya want to hear 'fore ya start beggin' for my touch."

I puffed my chest out, trying to walk a little faster as if I was trying to avoid being ensnared.

"Oh? And what exactly would those words be, Gambit? You have to do better than sly insinuations." I took the stairs in a hurry, not looking back.

"Do I?" He remarked. Curse the Cajun's long legs, he was already closing in again. I dodged his grab for my waist, giggling nervously. "If Gambit remembers correctly, he had ya wet an' squirming' jus' talkin' 'bout everythin' he wants to do to ya de other night."

A throb from between my legs betrayed me. Oh, he was remembering correctly all right. And I remembered that he'd made good on everything he'd said.

"Ya know," Gambit spoke up as we took the turn towards my room. "I bet ya already wet right now." I could hear the eager, hungry grin in his voice. "An' it getting worse every time ya move, ain't it? You wanna ride somethin' dat gives ya more. Maybe," suddenly, his presence right behind me, voice in my ear, "maybe somethin' to fill dat emptiness. Fill ya right to de top..."

My breath hitched, and I just about caught the shaky moan that threatened to escape me, just as I stumbled to my door. Gambit immediately sandwiched me against it, pressing his erection hard into me.

"G-Gambit-" I stuttered, struggling for the key that was now tightly wedged in my pockets. "I-I need-"

"What?" He crooned, rolling his hips against me, giving me just a taste of that delicious friction I needed. "Tell Gambit, mon ombre. Tell him what ya need..."

"I..." I felt my head steaming up like a bathroom mirror, the temptation to let go and fall under this spell of pleasure, let Gambit have his way with me against my door.

But I wasn't going to let him win that easily.

"I...I need my keys, ass." I managed to growl, sliding an arm underneath my chest to give me enough leverage to push back against him, lifting his weight just enough to fish them out.

Gambit leant back to let me unlock the door, yet was soon at my back again, pushing me inside. Although he did politely pause to push it closed behind us.

"So, now we have some privacy..." He turned towards me, a toothy grin on his face as he stalked towards me. "How 'bout we pick up from where we left off? You were tellin' Gambit what you needed, whilst he," his hands drifted to my waist, fingers already beginning to loosen my belt, "were gonna eat his fill..."

I grinned, helping him along by undoing my jeans.

"Well then," I purred as the Cajun tugged my trousers and panties down at the first opportunity, dropping to his knees with the motion. "Bon appetit..."

[the-fiction-witch]

Basket

Media - Godless (Netflix) Character - Whitey Winn Couple - Whitey X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 15+ Word Count - 961

Whitey yawned at his desk, as usual. Labelle was always pretty peaceful, so not all that much for a deputy to do. And Bill was out of town, so not even anyone to talk to. He considered just going home and taking a nap... or just laying on his desk and passing out for a while. But just as he was about to lower his sleepy head the office door opened up, the sound enough to make Whitey pick up his head,

Y/n made her way into the sheriff's office, basket in hand, closed up tight to hide its contents. She wore her long blue skirt embroidered with sweet desert flowers and a white off-the-shoulder blouse. "Whitey?" She called out sweetly,

"Oh hey, pretty girl! Didn't know ya were comin’ by." he smiled widely honey glow in his cheeks already, and he fidgeted to his feet to greet her.

"I figured you'd be a little lonesome." Y/n smiled,

"Ya would be right," Whitey chuckled. "So I certainly ain't gonna say no to a pretty lady visiting."

Y/n giggled, and a dust of blush rose to her cheeks,

"Aww now don't go gettin’ all shy and blushin’ on me, sweetheart. Ya always so cute when ya do that." He chuckled as he pulled her into his arms.

“Whitey!” She laughed as she squirmed from his grip,

"What ya got there darlin'?" he asked eyes squarely on her basket,

"A few little treats for my busy deputy." Y/n cooed, as she set the basket on his desk. Once she opened it up it revealed, a few bottles of beer, a couple of little fresh sandwiches, and a hot, steamy quail pie.

"Oh! ya are a godsend! Do you know that darlin'?” He cooed, His stomach even growled in agreement, “You didn't need to go through all this trouble for me."

"Well, I like taking care of you." Y/n cooed as he pulled out and opened a beer for him, "Besides, surely it's good practice for when we're married." She smiled cutting him a slice of pie,

"Oh yeah? Can't wait to have this every day.” Whitey sat back down took the piece of pie and beer and started to eat. He took a long swig from the beer and sighed happily. He leaned back in his chair looked at her and smiled. "This is just what I needed. Thank ya darlin'." As he took the last mouthful of the pie he continued, "I've just been sittin’ here with my finger in my ass doin’ nothin’ all day."

"Ohh my poor whitey." Y/n cooed, she shifted to stand behind his chair and placed her hands on his shoulders, she began to rub as she started a massage,

Whitey almost groaned, It felt like bliss to have her hands on his back. The tension in his shoulders was being worked out. He leaned forward so her hands could get at more of his back, "Ahhh... That feels damn good.."

Y/n giggled and pressed a kiss to his forehead, "My poor whitey, having to do all this work again while bills out of town. He works you too hard. My poor big, strong, man." she cooed mostly just to make him feel better and fuel his ego a little to cheer him up.

"Well, ya aren't wrong darlin'. I suppose with him out of town, I'm practically the boss here." he hummed happily. He leaned back in his chair and let his head rest against her stomach. His hand reached up to take hers.

Y/n nodded, "Acting sheriff almost."

Whitey chuckled, "Yeah, something like that. But ya gotta understand I have a lot of stressful responsibilities now that I'm basically in charge of the law. So it's only right if I get a little massage from my beautiful fiancée every once in a while," he tilted his head to look up at her and gave her a cheeky wink,

"Of course you should, you deserve it for working so hard." She cooed as she made the massage a little more intense,

Whitey groaned, His eyes slipped closed as her fingers worked on the knots in his shoulders. Any stress he had immediately melted away. "God... You've got magic hands darlin'. I don't know what I did to deserve a sweet angel like you..."

Y/n smiled, “Well… you're handsome and sweet, and strong, and skilled. For lots of lovely reasons," she cooed as she kissed his cheek and her hands moved down to massage his stomach.

Whitey's eyes remained closed as he soaked in her attention. "And ya beautiful, sweet, kind... and incredibly sexy." he lifted his head up to look at her again, He started to get turned on at this point. From the way her hands moved across his body and her sweet words. "Hey, darlin'. Pull the shades, will ya?" he said, giving her a wink.

"Oh? Why whitey?" Y/n plaid innocent,

He gave her a wolfish grin and reached up, gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him, "Because ya drivin’ me crazy with those hands of yours. And I can't have just anybody walkin’ in and catchin’ me misbehavin’ with my fiancée, now can I?" He pulled her down onto his lap. His hands grabbed her waist and pulled her close so she straddled him. His lips moved to her neck and planted kisses along it as he spoke. "Ya don't want anybody seein’ ya like this.. on my lap in a darkened office. They might get the wrong idea darlin'"

“I suppose they might…” She nodded as her hands trailed up to cup his cheeks, “But I think I’m a little too busy with my handsome fiancee to really care what people think.”

“Yeah?” he smirked as he batted his nose on hers like a snuggling cat,

“Yeah.” she agreed before their lips met in a harsh and intense kiss. 

[firsttimewriter92]

My haven could be you - Part 3

Joel Miller x f!reader (18+) - Part 1 Part 2

Summary: Joel fights some inner demons about your relationship until you make him see that he is more to you than just a warm body in your bed

Word count: 5.072

Warnings: angst, flirting, pining, feelings, smut, dirty talk, PinV intercourse, rough, desperate, cursing, phisical fight, inapropriate behaviour towards a woman, injury

MINORS DNI!!!

Authors note: Here it is :) The highly requested Part 3. It´s gettin´ steamy again my loves. Hold onto your panties! Not proveread yet

The days trickled by like summer rain and Joel seemed to be more infatuated with you day by day. He´d cook for you, you´d provide the veggies and meats. He´d make sure you got home safe each night before kissing you goodbye passionately in front of your door. On more occasion than one you´d just walk backwards into your apartment and pull him with you. And although he tried to be a gentleman, sometimes your eyes, crooked grin and hands all over his chest made it impossible to resist another night with you.

Something was nagging in the back of his head though. Was he really holding back because he wanted to be a gentleman and take is slow or did he just not want people to see him emerge from your apartment in the morning? The both of you had been out in public together, sure. But you never held hands, kissed or acted couple-y at all. You hadn´t even talked about the status of your relationship. Yes, the sex was fantastic and the attraction was magnetic, earthshattering and simply an addicting feeling.

Still, you were quite a bit younger than him and sometimes when he looked onto your sleeping face in the crook of his arm he was painfully reminded of your youth. No lines or bags around your eyes, smooth skin, vibrant hair. Some scars here and there of course but they never distracted from your beauty in his eyes.

One particular night, he again was unable to resist your touch and little kisses and by the time you fell onto his sweaty chest panting, he once again wondered how in all the stars you were attracted to him. Your sweet little breaths still tickled his chest hair as you lightly chuckled. His broad hands moved soothingly over your back when he heard it.

“Oh, come on. I wasn´t that bad” he said with a smirk. Pinching his side and grinning wildly you lifted your head and looked at him. Rolling your eyes at his smirk you leaned up and kissed him thoroughly again. Your tongue was just as addicting as basically everything else. He groaned deep in his throat and enjoyed the post orgasmic laziness with you. When you broke the kiss you opened your eyes and smiled down at him. Your knuckles gently stroked his cheekbones.

“Would you stop making fun of yourself already? I can´t tell yet whether you´re serious or not.” Joel raised an eyebrow. “I´m making fun of myself?” he asked quietly. “Yes,” you said with a nod and lowered your voice comically. “…let this old man take you to bed. You´re only riding me because you want to spare my back. Old and fragile men need to be in bed early-“ Joel pinched your side with a chuckle before you could continue. “I guess I do make a lot of these comments, don´t I?” he said in a much more pensive tone. You hummed and looked at him curiously. “You…you know I don´t mind the age gap…right?” you asked carefully. Joel took a deep breath. So…it was today, huh? The talk.

“Why?” he asked with a sigh. If he wanted to feel more confident with you he´d had to ask. “Why don’t you mind? It´s not small.” You nodded. “True. It´s not what´s considered normal I guess but seriously…what has been in the last 20 years?” Your temper was flaring up a little. “I don´t care because you´re so fucking hot I can barely keep my hands to myself. I don´t care because you´re gentle with the people you love or want to protect and ruthless to those who harm the innocent. You can be so insanely funny when you let loose a little and I pride myself in the fact that I manage to tickle that out of you sometimes. I don´t care because you don’t give a fuck about what people think about you but care about what they think of me…that´s the reason you always leave and never stay the night, isn’t it? So no one sees you leave my apartment and judges me. Isn´t that right?” Your eyes were hard when you looked into his face again.

Joels eyes were wide with recognition and his mouth slightly open with surprise. He certainly didn’t expect this turn in the conversation. “I´m much older than you” he said lamely. “I don´t want people to think you don´t have other options or…I´m blackmailing you somehow. Argh, I don´t know” he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Joel” you said as gently as you could and it made his stomach spasm. “Joel, that´s not the case. No one is thinking that.” He scoffed. “And even if they did, they can suck some donkey´s ass for all I care!” You grumbled and kissed his chest. “I like you, Joel. I like you a fucking lot and if the last 20 years have taught me anything, it´s that we cannot make our happiness dependent on others. We have to make it on our own. At least until we find people that understand us and accept us.” You looked into his dark eyes. “If it helps…there are one or two people out there who´ve known about my… strong infatuation with you even before you asked me out. And they are very happy for me.” You didn’t know why you were blushing now. Joel had been inside of you only minutes before.

He looked at you a little dumbly but with a racing heart. “Y-You told people you have…a thing for me?” You shook your head. “No, not a thing, dumbass, you need to listen” you said sternly. “I told people that I´m infatuated with you. That I am besotted with you. That I like you! Do you get that now?” Beginning to get a little annoyed and also fighting your own insecurities, you waited for his answer. Under your palm you felt his heart pick up once more. It was like his whole body was kick starting as heat encased you yet again. With precise and quick movements Joel grabbed your waist and suddenly and with a little shriek you found yourself on your back, buried underneath him.

His eyes were the colour of coffee reflecting sunlight as he licked his lips and stared down at you. Well, you guessed this wasn´t a rejection then. “Woman” he growled. “I don´t know how you do it, but you…” he looked lost for words then sighed deeply. “I really” he kissed your nose “really” he kissed your forehead “like you too.” He kissed your lips deeply. Humming you snaked your arms around his strong neck again and pulled.

“Will you please st-“

“Yes” he interrupted against your lips.

“Yes. This is going to take until sunrise anyway so,” he grinned and descended to your neck as his tongue lightly tickled your skin. “I´ll be here all night.” You grinned and arched into him. “Don´t let me stop you then.”

The next morning Joel woke up to the smell of instant coffee and eggs, overpowered only by your scent that still clung to his skin and your pillow. Like a lovesick teenager he turned his head into the pillow and took a deep breath. Instant calmness and happiness washed over him. A feeling he´d almost forgotten. A feeling he could have sworn was lost to him, even before the outbreak. It hit him so incredibly hard he jumped out of your bed almost in a craze. With a pounding heart, almost in panic he swung open your bedroom door and stormed into your living room. To his left was your open little kitchen and there…you stood.

You held the pan with fried eggs in hand, spatula halted in the air as you looked at him with big eyes full of curiosity. “Joel?” His chest was heaving as he took you in fully. You were wearing a white top, no bra and plaid shorts that stopped mid-thigh. Driven by the promise of your warmth and still the almost impending panic in his system he moved forward, stretching his arms out to you. You let go of the pan and spatula immediately.

He crashed into you, pulling you so close to his chest you momentarily lost your breath. One hand came to the back of your head, burying into your hair, the other one rested on your waist, pulling you into him. Your own arms came around his waist immediately as you mumbled into his neck. “Joel? What´s happened?” His breathing was calm but his heart was not. “Bad memory…crept in on me” he said. It was only half a lie. He did remember something. But it wasn´t anything bad. At least, he hoped not. “I see” you said gently and squeezed him a little more. He rested his cheek onto your head and just stood there with you for a while. You enjoyed every second of it, your thumbs painting patterns onto his skin. Gently you kissed his neck. “Better?” you asked and lifted your head slightly. Joel looked down at you and lightly tapped the tip of your nose with his own. “Yeah” he drawled. “Yeah, ´s better now, darlin´.” Oh. Dear. Gods. Above. The accent…you felt your knees weaken as you tried to control your bodies reaction.

You cleared your throat and leaned back slightly. “Eggs are getting cold” you whispered. “Breakfast. Go sit down” you almost couldn’t look at him. He leaned down, looking at you so intently you forgot how to breath. “Yes ma´am” he said in a gravelly voice and hadn´t his arms still been encasing you, you knew you would have slithered down your cabinets. His lips where on yours the next second and far too quickly he released you again. Your lips tingling and a very strange feeling in your gut.

After breakfast, Joel wanted to work on the drain outside of his and Ellies house and you decided to visit Dakota in the bakery. She needed a well deserved update. The both of you exited your apartment, descended the flight of stairs and came to a stop in front of the bakery. Joel looked at you fondly although a nervous tick lifted the corner of his mouth. You took initiative. Smiling up at him like he was a precious price you´d just won, you leaned in, lay your hands on his chest and gave him a lingering kiss on the cheek. Joel took a deep breath and as you leaned back reached out his hand and gently stroked the apple of your cheek.

“See you at the bar tonight for dinner?” he asked. You grinned and nodded yes immediately. Watching him leave into the direction of his house you turned on your heals and dramatically opened the doors to the bakery. Dakota was already sitting on the counter, flower in her hair as always and the most shit eating grin on her face you´d ever seen on a person. “You absolute devil of a woman. How the fuck did you do that?” she asked with more than just awe in her voice.

“Do what?” you asked, genuinely confused for a second. Dakota rolled her eyes. “Sweet cheeks. Joel doesn’t exactly have the reputation of lovey dovey boyfriend material. So, how´d you do it? Seeing that just now...that man eats out of the palm of your hand!” She cackled at her last statement while you thought about it. She was absolutely right. The man that you first met a couple of months ago and the man that had just said goodbye…they weren’t exactly the same. “Maybe that´s a good thing” you said defiantly, smirking at your friend. Dakota nodded and threw you a piece of freshly baked baguette.

“Maybe now he can let loose a little.” She said wisely. “The fucking must be glorious!” You threw your head back as you laughed and hopped onto the counter as well. “Oh, Ducky. You have no idea.”

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Joel was looking at his freshly showered face as he buttoned up his dark green plaid shirt. His hand glided over his hair and his beard. You called him hot. He almost scoffed again but wrangled it down. If you said it was hard for you not to touch him, he´d do his best to believe it. For fucks sake, you had his dick in your mouth last night…twice... and he still thought about if your actions were genuine.

When he praised your body all night long he knew in his heart every word was nothing but the truth. So he really had to believe you too. That also meant that he should really start not giving a shit about what other people thought of their…relationship? Situationship? Maybe…if he made his interest in you known to everyone, situations like the one with Levi would probably not happen again.

His chest expanded in an involuntary growl thinking about the man that had dared to lay his hands on you. He remembered the hot white jealousy he felt and the rage when he saw it. A weird possessive feeling spread through him and somehow he marvelled in it. He couldn’t wait to see you tonight. He´d loved the time he had you all to himself in his or your room. It was time however to let the people know that you were his and he wouldn’t tolerate anyone’s hands on you except his own.

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The moment you spotted him standing in front of the barn you knew something was different. He carried himself differently. He was talking to his brother who spotted you first, smirked and patted Joels back before entering the barn.

Joels head whipped towards you and he smiled. Your heart was in your throat all of a sudden. When you stood in front of him, admiring his broad body once again he hummed contently and gave you a firm hug. “Hungry?” he asked into your hair. “Yeah” you breathed in surprise. He let go of you and gently guided you inside the barn with a warm hand on your back. The feeling was indescribable. You had so idea how much you actually wanted him to show his affections in public. It made you feel like this wasn’t just pure attraction and sexual tension.

Joel guided you to one of the free tables and pulled out a chair, looking at you expectantly. From the corner of your eye you could see a few eyes on you. In the back at the bar were Tommi and his wife, watching and smiling. You thanked Joel and sat down with a soft smile. “I´ll be right back” he said and made his way over to the woman who gave out the food for that day. You watched as he gave her a polite nod and waited for her to prepare two plates. With a stinging feeling you saw how she was hungrily looking at Joels exposed forearms that he´d crossed in front of his chest. You saw her say something while leaning suspiciously close to him. A saucy smile on her lips that made your lip curl before you saw Joel´s mouth move. He had a tight lipped smile on his face and suddenly her saucy smile fell a little. You could still see her staring at him while he retreated. Another peng in your chest as you saw her eyes move way too low for your liking.

So, when he made his way back to you, you made a bit of a show of letting your gaze glide over his chest, neck and down to his crotch. Lifting an eyebrow he sat your food in front of you and sat down next to you. “Soooo” you drawled and turned your upper body towards him. “Wanna tell me what this is about?” you asked and gestured to him in general. “What do you mean, darlin`?” he faked a bewildered look. “Oh please,” you giggled. “You´re openly flirting, being incredibly chivalrous and look like sex on legs. What´s a girl to think?”

“Maybe what I want a girl to think is that I am completely under her spell and I think people should know that” he said earnestly. You felt your face heat up and resisted the urge to bury your face in your hands. So, you opted with staring at him a bit too long before you giggled and leaned in closer. “A girl is very, very happy about that.” Joel took a deep breath and nodded. “Eat” he said. “I plan on having a few drinks with you tonight. You know, to celebrate your victory over me” he winked.

“Victory? Was there a battle?” you asked curiously. He shrugged a little. “Momentarily.” His face became serious for a second. “I´m glad you fought for me, though.” Your heart all but melted when he said that. “I´d do it a million times over” you said. He exhaled through his nose, took your hand and gave it a quick kiss. With a roaring satisfaction you saw how the woman that was oogling him before suddenly looked very sour and turned away. A massive sense of “mine” invaded your body as you gave him a heated look.

All fed and happy you strolled over to the bar, Joels arm around your waist. You were glad that no one gave you any dirty looks. Other than one or the other disappointed glance from various women. But you could live with that. The evening proceeded and it was the most fun you had in ages. Music was playing, you were drinking and Joel got touchier by the minute. Nothing dirty or inappropriate but people had to be blind not to see how much he enjoyed being with you.

Around midnight however you spotted something that made your blood boil so bad, you almost threw your glass of whiskey against a wall. Joel was standing next to you talking to one of the horse handlers as you saw the uncomfortable face of a young girl across the room. She was trying to establish distance from a very persistent…Levi. He constantly reached out his hand to touch her in some way and her back made it unconsciously close to a wall. If he managed to corner her…

Your legs moved on their own accord. Bothering you for ages and making you feel uncomfortable was one thing. He´d been one more sentence away from a beating from you anyway. But bothering this young girl and cornering her? Fuck no. That beating was coming. You weren’t even thinking about Joel. Tunnel vision led you directly to the girl. Thankfully she moved back from him in another direction so you now came right up behind her. Levi saw you and an ugly grin made its way onto his sharp features.

As soon as you were in earshot and you could see that he once again was red in the face from too much alcohol he looked directly at you, liking his lips. “I knew a little jealousy would make you see reason,___.” He cackled. “Seriously, trying to make me jealous with that grandpa was just too pathetic.” Rage was coursing through you like fire as you gently pushed the young girl aside and gestured her to get away. She didn’t hesitate for a second whispering a quick thank you.

“As far as I remember that grandpa kicked your ass the last time you dared being disrespectful to me” you hissed in a deadly tone. Levi´s eyes squinted. “That dirty old fucker better watch nex-“ WHAM! With all you might your arm pulled back and your fist collided with Levi´s jaw. Pain shot through your hand but you paid it no mind. A red sheen invaded your vision  as Levi tumbled back, you following and WHAM, your next blow, quite uncoordinated collided with Levi´s ear. He fell to the ground as you panted above him, still standing and seething. “Let me get one thing straight, Levi” you spat. “If I see you one more time making some poor girl uncomfortable, I will personally see to it that you´ll be castrated in the towns square, do you hear me?!” Your voice got louder with every word. “One more time, Levi and I swear that´ll be the longest time you have balls!” You breathed heavily, lowering your voice considerably. "And if you ever dare to say another bad word about Joel, I´ll not only castrate you, I will showcase your balls in jar full of formaldehyde right behind the bar!"

Two men had already grabbed Levi by the arms and dragged him over to the door, smirking at his feeble attempts to fight them off.

The red sheen vanished from your eyes as you stretched to your full hight and turned around, shaking your aching hand. As you looked at it though nothing seemed to be injured. Maybe a bruise would form but nothing a little ice could handle.

When you lifted your head you stopped in your tracks. All eyes in the barn were on you. Heat crept up your neck when you realised that you had probably caused a major scene. Your eyes soughed out Joel´s. You found them immediately and a shiver ran down your spine. He stood still at the bar, glass in hand still and a look of pride, amusement and fiery passion in his eyes. Without breaking eye contact he set down his glass on the bar and walked over to you slowly. Your feet began moving as well, though much quicker as his.

Faintly you could hear how everyone picked up on their previous conversations again and the music became a bit louder. When Joel reached you he still looked like he was about to devour you and laugh his ass off at the same time. With a deep breath he held your face in his hands and with a not so quiet voice, swollen with pride he said “That´s my girl, baby!”

His kiss that followed was electric. Already shaking from its intensity you grabbed onto his shoulders and let him guide. Open mouthed, he took your lips with his in a persistent dance and groaned lightly when he felt your nails bite into his neck. When he let go of you, the ringing in your ears finally let you hear the several hoops and hollers from the spectators around you. You couldn’t help the massive grin that was forming on your face.

“Fucking finally!” you heard a bored voice next to you and saw Ellie smirking at you. Joel already gave her a warning glance. “What?!” she looked at him defiantly. “At least now I can stop lying to people when they ask me about who your date was with and I had to say I didn’t know!” She winked at you. “You owe me one. And now excuse me, I have to get this image out of my brain…and the one from last time as well!”

“Follow me” Joel growled in your ear and took your hand. Leading you towards the kitchen you thought he´d go get some ice for your hand but before you reached the kitchen he made a right and led you down a small hallway towards the backdoor. Your heart was beating out of your chest at this point.

The warm night air hit your face and you took a deep gulp. Joel stopped and quickly looked left and right. To your left where the paddocks for the horses and next to them, neatly stacked into a dark corner, some straw barrels. “Perfect” he muttered to himself and started walking again.

“Joel…erm...” you said with an amused voice. You could see how tense his shoulders were, heard his breath escape his mouth. “I´ll get you some ice for your hand in a minute baby but right now I hope you´ll forgive me…If I don’t fuck you within the next minute, I´m going berserk.” Fluid heat raged through your veins immediately and you already felt its effect on your panties. “Jesus, fuck” you huffed as you reached the barrels and Joel spun you around and pinned you to one of them. His mouth immediately went right to your neck and bit down hard.

A moan raptured from your throat as he licked the sting and groaned at the taste of you. “Sorry darlin´,” he panted against your chest. His fingers inside your cleavage already, searching for your sensitive nipple. “This is going to be quick and desperate. If you´re up for it.” Your head was hazy and leaned back. You spoke to the night sky when you said “Wouldn´t have it any other way.”

With your last willpower you turned around and leaned your elbows on the barrel bending over. Looking over your shoulder with half lidded eyes you wiggled your ass. “Come on, handsome. ´M ready. Quick and dirty.” You moved one of your hands and bunched your dress up to your thigh.

An animalistic growl escaped Joel when he saw the moonlight reflect off of your sweaty thigh. Like a vice his hand gripped yours and led it back to the barrel. “Leave it there” he hissed. Not a minute later your panties dangled somewhere around your ancles, your dress was hiked up over your ass and the sound of Joels belt buckle made your thighs quiver.

“My gorgeous fucking girl, look at you” he panted in awe. “You´re glistening, baby. So ready for me.” You nodded and whined pathetically as you felt the tip of his cock slowly inch into you. “Fuck” you heard Joel growl. “Be ready!” With these words and one powerful thrust he leaned over you and buried himself as deeply inside of you as he could. A shout escaped your moth as you felt his pure desperation in every movement he made. One hand came down next to your ear for support before the other grabbed your hip. “So fucking hot” Joel breathed as his hips snapped into you from behind with bruising accuracy. “Never seen something so hot. God, baby. You smashed that fuckers face in!”

You whined and tried to stay quiet but it was next to impossible. “F-for you. Ah! Shit…He was…he was talking shit about y-you. Oh, oh, hmm!” Joel growled again in a mixture of lust and fury. “I heard” he panted and picked you up by the shoulders. Pressing your back against his chest he picked up speed again and was now rutting into you like a man possessed. He grabbed onto your breast as his other hand quickly moved towards your centre. “Of fuck! Joel, Joel! I´m gonna cum…please!” Your voice spiralled to the beats of the music still coming from the barn.

“I know, doll. I know. Let me help you. I´m. There. With. You.” He accentuated every word with another grind against your ass. The moment he found your clit all you could see was darkness. And then it all exploded into a firework of sparks as you gasped for air, gripping his cock like a vice and trying to will your vocal cords to say his name. “That´s it! Fuck, sweet thing. That´s it! Fuck, yes. Fuck! Yes! Argh!” he yelled into your hair as he pulled himself out of you quickly and spilled all over your inner thighs. You felt his stickiness run along your skin and another wave of shivers wrecked your body. Joel was panting behind you, still holding you up with one arm and slowly relaxing his grip on you.

“Holy shit” he mumbled and kissed your temple. “Are you all right?”

You giggled and leaned your head back onto his shoulder. “Hmmm” you hummed with a smile. “Yes. I am so, so alright. That was incredible.” Joel nuzzled your hair again. “I´m glad” he said gravelly. “I don’t think I would´ve survived if I didn’t take you right that second. Fuckin´ hell.”  

You giggled and slowly turned around, the skirt of your dress falling over your thighs again. “Thank fuck, you did” you grinned and pulled him down for a long kiss. Sorting out your underwear while Joel put himself back into his jeans he suddenly grabbed and hoisted you onto the barrel. Looking down on him slightly you hugged him close with your thighs and looked at him expectantly.

“Got something to say” he whispered and stroked your hair affectionately. “Listening” you said and lightly kissed his lips. He chuckled and chased yours briefly. He opened his eyes and looked at you with affection and incredible softness. “I still know the exact moment I told a girl this for the first time. Needless to say it didn’t work out but…I´m trying to say that I don’t say these things lightly and sure as fuck, not often.” You nodded and let him continue. He took a deep breath. “I´m falling in love with you,___.”

You could have cried. Shaking fingers touched his jaw on both sides as you leaned your forehead to his in a gesture of pure affection and yes, love.

“So am I, Joel” you whispered with tears in your voice. He moved his head from left to right with immense gentleness and leaned in to kiss your lips sensually. His tongue moved over yours with precision and purpose. Minutes later the both of you came up for some much needed deep breaths and chuckled at the state you both were in.

Dishevelled hair, kiss swollen lips and crumpled clothing. “How´s your hand, my love?” he asked gently and took it in his hand. You shook your hand. “I´ll live. But some ice would be good I think.” Joel nodded and helped you down the barrel. He kissed your forehead quickly. “Wanna go to the toilet and…sort yourself out first?” he asked with a bit of a shy tone. “Sorry about the mess.” You grinned and took his hand, pulling him towards the barn again. “You know what? I think I´ll let it be as is for tonight" you grinned over at him. His mouth hung open. “Oh, you absolute temptress” he breathed with a dry mouth. “You better watch it before I put you over my knee.”

Opening the door to the back and the kitchen you turned around and pulled him down for another kiss and you spoke into his mouth. “We have all the time in the world for that, handsome. Let´s start with ice cubes” Joel growled against you. “And get to spanking later.”

That night, you fell asleep in each other´s arms. Sweet words on your lips, content, happy and for the first time in 20 years, with the feeling of hope for a content life.   

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[theotherrobin]

O lord we gettin' steamy over here

~I don't often draw my ocs together, but Ada and Franklin's love affair has taken over my brain so I needed to draw something to get it out. I'm so happy with how this turned out yall~

[glitterguts13]

The case of the missing prompt has been solved. Mainly because I resubmitted -3-

Anyway hiiiiii. I would like to submit a prompt for Genshin about preggy harem Aether. He’s got a lil harem, polycule situation with Xiao, Kazuha, Childe and Gorou. He’s obviously got his lil alien/celestial biology so he can manipulate his equipment and even has multiple wombs and as such he’s carrying a baby from each guy. I’d totally love to just read about a fluffy, steamy day in his life. Getting loved and doted on and fed and having his tummy rubbed and all of his whims and desires and needs cared for by all of his boyfriends whether they be comfort, sexual, whatever it is. I also want for Gorou to be knocked up too. He’s only been knocked up fairly recently and he’s only 3 or 4 months along so he’s not all fragile like Aether quite yet. I specifically do want a steamy scene between them where Aether and Gorou press their bumps together and make out and such. Hope this isn’t too much and can get the creative juices flowing >3<

I'm glad you found it doll! I was gettin curious what it was too ^^;; TW: weird pregnancy sex. The first word to come to anyone's mind when they see the rag-tag group of...lovers? Friends? Rivals? Is just how bizarre they are together. Aether is well-known around Teyvat for his charming nature, everyone who meets him seems to fall for his smile. Making friends comes as naturally as breathing to him.

No, the issue stemmed from just how Aether managed to get the aloof Xiao, battle-happy Childe, calm and collected Kazhua, and the great general Gorou all in one room together without it ending in at least one death. It didn't make sense, but no one was going to open their mouth and question it either.

"Spoiled." a thick, juicy slice of pork dangled between the ends of Xiao's chopsticks as he held the morsel up to Aether's lips. The traveler takes a bite eagerly, moaning in delight.

"I can't believe you made me go all the way to Liyue Harbor for this." Xiao picks up another slice of pork, this time, popping it into his own mouth. No way was he going all that way to not enjoy some of it as well!

"You could have said no." Aether teases, letting his lover feed him another slice.

"If I did, you'd have just gotten one of the others to go instead. At least I can get there faster." he wasn't wrong in the slightest, whatever Aether wanted, Aether got. With four little ones growing snuggly in his belly, each of the men had only grown more possessive.

The biology of the blonde was strange, unheard of in Teyvat. The closest thing they could equate it to would be one of the half-animal species. Gorou, was the closest to him in a sense, his kind was known for carrying litters, bellies full of pups much smaller than a human baby. Aether seemed to be similar, in a way.

Propped up against Childe's sturdy chest, Aether sighs, closing his eyes and letting his shoulders sag. The richness of the meal sat heavy in his gut, leaving him feeling a little too full.

"Spoiled like a princess~" Childe teases, running his hand along the heavy swell of Aether's belly. Their unborn child kicked and rolled under the flat of his palm, making the travler groan in discomfort.

"They never settle down these days." he whines, poking at his belly.

"That much means their strong and healthy. You're doing a good job keeping them safe." Kazuha moves closer, stealing a bit of pork from the takeout box. There's an annoyed huff somewhere behind Xiao, and Aether peeks over his shoulder to see Gorou. The general was curled up on the sofa, arms crossed over his chest and a pout on his lips.

"Come here Gorou," Aether extends a hand to his lover, "This includes you too." his precious puppy had been moody these days, the soft swell in his belly growing more noticeable each passing week. There was a hint of jealousy whenever he looked at just how much the others pampered Aether, and while he tried to remind himself it was only because Aether was much farther along, he still felt a little isolated.

Kazuha wraps his arms around Gorou, pressing a string of kisses down his neck and over his shoulders, mumbling something only the two of them could hear. Gorou's ears twitch, cheeks turning bright red and he struggled to wiggle from the Anemo user's grasp.

"Kazhua! Don't...don't say things like that!" he hisses, scurrying closer to Childe. Kazhua chuckles, waving the general off.

"What did he say?"

"Nothing!" Gorou all but hides behind Childe, tail tucked between his legs, the tip coming up to tickle the underside of his belly.

"I said if he's feeling left out, I'm sure Aether wouldn't mind making him feel better."

"No!" Gorou yelps, "That is most certainly not what you said! You said, 'why don't you and Aether put on a show for us?' Like some kind of pervert!" Childe and Xiao shoot each other a knowing look.

"Don't even start! You can't expect Aether to do something like that right now!" groaning, Gorou rubs his temple, irritation causing a mild headache. The whole lot was just a group of horny perverts, that's what had gotten him and Aether knocked up in the first place!

"Gorou," Aether chuckles, voice dripping with honey, "Come here." he doesn't move, staying behind Childe and pouting. Stubborn, Aether thinks, hauling himself off of Childe's lap and moving closer to the puppy general. Gorou doesn't make any effort to hide, cheeks flushed hot pink as his eyes traveled up and down Aether's body.

"I know it's been hard for you," Aether coos, pressing a kiss to Gorou's cheek, "Let me make you feel better."

"N-no! You can't be doing something like that right now! You need to rest, take it easy!"

"In that case, why don't you make me feel good?" a smile tugs at the corners of Aether's lips, and Gorou reddens even further.

"Do you...want me to?"

"Only if you do." the choice was freely in Gorou's hands, and the little general wasn't going to pass up the opportunity. Tail wagging wildly, he gently nudges Aether to lie down. Xiao and Kazhua retreated out of the way, hungry eyes watching their lovers situate themselves.

"If it's too much, you'll tell me, right?" Gorou whispers.

"Without a doubt." Aether assures him, settling down against some pillows and letting Childe undress him fully. Swallowing thickly, Gorou's eyes trace over every part of the traveler's body. His belly was full and round, chest growing a bit softer as his milk came in, cock already half hard. He was beautiful, and Gorou couldn't help himself.

Leaning down, he presses a kiss to the top of Aether's belly. A soft giggle escapes his lips, belly bouncing as he laughs. Soft lips trail down the curve of his stomach before the flat of his tongue licks a stripe down over his belly button. Aether sucks in a breath, cock going hard.

Seeing his lover's reaction only spurred Gorou on further, tail thumbing against the floor as it wagged. He licks again, teeth nibbling at Aether's navel. The traveler moans, covering his face with his hands in embarrassment.

Childe is watching from behind Gorou, eyes flickering over to Xiao and Kazhua. The three of them share a silent agreement, they could be trying that themselves later.

"You look so cute..." Gorou whispers, "Can I...I want to...try something."

"Do it." Aether doesn't need details, just actions. Shifting around, Gorou carefully straddles Aether. Lowering himself, he presses the gentle swell of his belly against the heavy curve of Aether's. He pressed down, gasping as he felt Aether's unborn children kicking against his belly in protest. It's reflexive, the bucking of his hips, belly dragging against Aether's as his cock smears precum along the traveler's thighs.

Looking up through his bangs, Gorou catches sight of Xiao and Kazhua, cocks in hand, watching greedily.

"More. Gorou, I want more." Aether whines. A voice from behind draws them from their little world.

"Fuck his belly." of course, Childe would be the one to speak up and say what the other two were thinking. Gorou lowers his head, looking deep into Aether's eyes for an answer. He nods, smiling.

Gorou was a messy lover, always getting too caught up in pleasure to think. It's no different now, his cock grinding against Aether's swollen gut. It's firm, with a little give, and he's careful to not press down too hard. He ruts against it, breathy whimpers and moans filling the room. Aether's back arches, pushing his belly against Gorou's cock further, cumming when he feels the puppy general's dick rub over his overly sensitive navel.

Gorou isn't far behind, bottoming out quickly when he feels Aether's cum splatter against his ass. Thick ropes of cum coating his lover's stomach and chest, leaving them a sticky mess.

"Holy shit." Childe gasps, eyes wide.

While he can't see them, Aether is all too aware of just how heavily Xiao and Kazhua are breathing behind him. A mischievous smile passes over his lips as he lets his head fall back to look up at the other two men.

"So, which of you is gonna get knocked up next?"

[neverwantedtowritefornobody]

Multi-Love Miracle (1)

One in a million, Hank said it was. Extremely rare. But what does that mean for a trio of mutants who already break the status quo ?

Remy had already known the risks when he let Ororo and Rogue take turns on him like he was their toy. Hell, he was even sure both of them were inside of him at some point. That night was a blur of passion and heat, where he had blacked out during some of it. He did briefly remember telling both of them to finish inside of him, that he wanted to be filled up by both of his girls. And they obliged. Obviously.

When they found out that Remy was expecting, they had automatically made an agreement that it didn’t matter who the baby’s sire was, they’d have two mama’s and a daddy either way so they had declined the DNA test that Hank had offered.

That was, until they found out that they were having two. Sure, it still didn’t matter who the sire was but it did make Remy a little curious as to which of his lovely ladies had managed to knock him up with two little ones instead of one. So in secret, just a few weeks before he was due, he had asked Hank to go ahead with the DNA test. He had already had previous blood and other DNA samples saved from both Rogue and Ororo from medical tests in the past, so it would be easier to keep discrete and their little secret.

Or so he thought. Nothing was ever easy when it came to them.

At first he had thought there was something wrong when Hank had called him down to his lab. Maybe one twin had ate the other, or something else had happened but no, Hank had actually had an excited look when Remy had finally managed to get down there.

That’s when he had sat him down and told him that the results were indeed abnormal, but it a good way. One twin was biologically Ororo’s child, and the other one was Rogue’s due to a rare medical phenomenon called heteropaternal superfecundation. Remy’s body had released two eggs at the same time and due to the nature of their steamy night, one was fertilized by Ororo and one was fertilized by Rogue. Two babies, by both of his girls.

The news almost knocked Gambit off of his feet. One, because he couldn’t believe that he had given both of his girls each one baby and two, because he’d have to reveal to both that he got a DNA test done behind their backs.

At the moment, Remy was resting in the lounge with his feet up, staring at the ultrasound printout Hank had given him. Baby A, the girl, was Ororo’s and Baby B, the boy, was Rogue’s. A full set, a son and a daughter.

He couldn’t wait until to see what they’d look like, if both of them would take after each of their mama’s. He felt himself getting giddy at the thought of one having Ororo’s blue eye’s and the other having Rogue’s green eyes. Or would they both have his eyes ?

“There’s our little seahorse papa” a familiar voice snapped him out of his racing thoughts. He looked up from the ultrasound photo to see both Ororo and Rogue standing in the doorway, Rogue leaning on Ororo, a hand wrapped around her waist.

“We’ve been lookin’ everywhere for ya sugah, haven’t we ?” Rogue asked, turning to look at Storm.

“You disappeared after breakfast and it did worry us quite a bit.” Storm said, placing a hand on her upper hit. “Is everything alright ?”

“Ol Gambit was just in a world of his own, sorry for worrying ya gal.” Remy said with a bashful smile. “But since you’re both here, I do have some news.” He looked off to the side. “About the babies.”

Rogue and Storm both gave him a concerned frown, as Remy put both his hands up to try and ease the mood.

“Woah, easy there, ain’t bad news it’s just…” he rubbed the back of his neck “Don’t be too cross with Gambit, a’ight ?”

“It’s been gettin’ real hard to stay cross with ya when you’re carrying our babies sug.” Rogue chuckled, before leading Storm over to the couch, both of them on each side with Remy placed in the middle. “Now spill.”

“Well, ya know how we said we weren’t gonna do a DNA test ?” Remy asked, watching as they both nodded. “Well… I got one anyways and I know I shouldn’t have done it behind your backs but… Beast found something exciting” he grabbed both of their hands, placing them on his abdomen. “Gambit’s carrying both your babies at the same time.”

“Of course you are Remy, we knew that ever since we found out about your condition.” Storm said with a smile.

“Non Gal, this is different.” Remy said, shaking his head. “I mean one baby is yours, one baby is Rogue’s. Biologically.” He said, trying to remember the exact words Hank had relayed to him. “Said I released two eggs at the same time and they both got fertilized, one for the both of you.”

“Wait, Remy, are ya sayin’ what I think you’re sayin’ ?” Rogue asked, eyes widening. “Are ya saying-“

“One’s blood related to Storm, the other is blood related to you, but they’re still blood siblings in the end, amazing ain’t it ?” Remy asked, a grin spreading on his face. “I know it was wrong to go get a DNA test done without tellin’ the both of ya but Hank says it’s a one in a million medical phenomenon”

“While I am a little upset that we didn’t find out this news together, I can’t be mad at you.” Storm said, an astonished look on her face. “This is amazing news.”

“You mean to tell me that both of us knocked ya up ?” Rogue asked, standing up from the couch. “Remy I can’t believe it…”

“If you wanted a DNA test, why didn’t you tell us ? We could have talked about it.” Ororo said, putting a hand on his back.

“I was hopin’ to keep it a secret, just wanted to know who knocked me up with twins” Remy said, shrugging his shoulders. “And I knew we all agreed on not having a DNA test done but I just… got curious.”

“Oh Remy, if ya wanted one done, we woulda supported ya, no questions asked.” Rogue said with a chuckle “Silly ol swamp rat.”

“So, I assume you know who’s is biologically who’s ?” Ororo asked, gesturing towards the ultrasound photo on the coffee table before picking it up.

“The little girl is yours, Stormy.” Gambit said with a grin “And the boy is Rogue’s, of course.” he then chuckled “And they’re both gonna be all of ours.”

“And that’s all that matters.” Ororo said, as both she and Rogue pulled Remy into a tender embrace.

[alkasden]

Alkas, what’s your preferred type of partner?

"Little personal there, ain't ya? But whateva', I got a second I s'pose, but this ain't no invitation if that's what yer gettin' at." She sighs, taking a very long drag of her cigarette for this one.

"I ain't exactly whatcha call a partner seekin' type I guess? Datin' ain't my thing, never had much a wants for it. Ain't lookin' to be no one's wife or nothin' so no preference there. -- If yer askin' what kindsa folk I'm attracted to for the physical steamy stuff tho', I ain't too picky. Like a guy or gal 'n long as they can handle me I s'pose they can try, not that I see why they woulds. I er-- look I ain't gonna say much more than that. We ain't out here to lay down kinks 'n shit."

[37q]

smokin straight up coal and its gettin kinda steamy in here

[lokisqueen69]

His little architect

Loki x y/n

Warnings: Slightly Smut at the end

Summary: Y/N is the royal architect for the Odin family but has always liked Loki more than the others. Loki has recently come into power which y/n is excited about. Y/n will do anything to make her new king proud little does she know this new king has a keen eye for her and her…skills. This is set in the first Thor movie but Thor never returns and Odin’s sleep is basically permanent.

Sorry this took forever to get posted things have been crazy. This is part 1 of 2. 2 will be steamy 😜

I wake up with a yawn not ready to start my day. I get dressed in my uniform and look at the schedule…

“Okay, first thing is discuss with the king the new plans for the garden expansion. I really don’t want to talk with this old geezer! He doesn’t have any sense of color or style. *sigh* It’s fine…I will discuss with Queen Frigga before I begin building and ordering the item for the expansion.”

I got my morning routine done but didn’t have time to eat as I took too long doing my hair. I run down the hall and approach the door to the throne room. I take a deep breath and nod at the guard to let the King know of my arrival. I hear him tell the guards to open the door, the voice not from odin. The doors open and I am greeted with the sight of Loki on the throne. I start to make my way to the throne.

‘Shit!’ I think

I had always had a crush on the youngest prince but could never act on it as it was very taboo and would ruin his and my reputations. I get to the base of the throne and kneel to him bowing my head deeply. I wouldn’t kneel to Odin normal unless he requested but Loki… he was a different story. I had mad respect for this God and I was determined to let it show. He smiled and chuckled slightly.

“Normally this would be a different matter amongst the others. Asking them to kneel at least but you-” he stands and approaches you lifting your chin to meet his gaze “are something special. Now my dear my father never got to inform me of all his maids, what are you here for and not in a traditional uniform.” he says looking at you with curiosity in his eyes.

“I am his architect, my king.” I say still knelt down.

“My dear. Stand and speak to me directly. You are not a lowly maid as I had originally thought. No need to be so formal, at least with me.” He says smoothly. I stand up and fix my uniform slightly.

“I am the royal architect, my king. This is my normal uniform for this position but I can get a new uniform tailored to your particular liking, my king.” I say my back straight but dare not to look him in the eye. He hums and looks at me. A grimace on his face he didn’t bother to try and hide.

“My father has no taste. This is very unflatter both in style and color.” he says averting his eyes.

“Ugh tell me about it.” I say and quickly cover my mouth, not even able to stop the sentence before it leaves my mouth. “I-i’m soo sorry, my king.” I say very scared and Loki chuckled darking.

“Oh my dear this is just the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Now please tell me about the project or projects you are doing for my father. In order of most importance to least my dear.” Loki walks back to his chair as I stand at the bottom and begin to go over all of the projects Odin had desired for me to design.

“Okay let us walk to the garden to discuss the expansion and tell you about how a normal day looks for you and my father.” Loki stands and motions for you to follow as you two walk through the halls of the palace to the garden.

“Normally I would begin the day with a brief discussion of the project mostly to go over style coloring and any means he wishes to be included such as, this expansion is a tribute to the Queen. Your father wanted to be a surprise for her birthday but now things might be a little different to accompany your taste. I have some ideas I was planning to go over with him today about the expansion but nothing set in stone quite yet. This would be a normal day getting everything settled on coloring, flowers, and other items before I sketch the expansion as a whole and present it to him along with fabrics if needed.” I try to be as formal as possible as we get to the garden.

“Hmmm…I think we will still keep the expansion as a gift to my mother. She has always loved to be in the gardens. I would like to add a bench to allow her to sit and enjoy the flowers. Maybe we add a tree behind the bench.”

I nod and make brief notes of anything he wishes to change.

“What kind of tree would you like? I will say a willow would look the nicest but the upkeep is very heavy and they tend to be sickly. I could offer a few more or maybe discussion with the Queen about a tree she might enjoy? This is all up to you.” I say trying to ignore my racing heart that I knew he could hear.

“Hmmmm… No, let's not consult my mother. I would like for her to be truly surprised and as for the tree. You have a point with willow. Let's do three birch trees, one directly behind the bench and one of each side. Not directly on the benches side, I would like to add some succulent tables on either side so if she's to read she has a place to set them. Do you have suggestions?” He says looking over the garden.

I nearly choke on my own spit. ‘The prince wants my opinion??’ Odin only asks my opinions if the original plan failed.

Loki chuckles and turns to me “Oooh my dear. I may have BEEN your prince but now -” he walks up to me and lifts my chin and gets very close to me, our lips so close to touching. “ - but I AM your king now. Or have I forgotten that?” he says the last part next to my ear as I shiver. My body is heating up and I'm praying in my head that the blush in my face goes unnoticed. He then laughed quietly next to my ear.

“My dear, have forgotten that I can hear all those…interesting thoughts in your head.” He says kissing my ear lobe.

‘OH FUCK!’ I think panic spreads through my body. Loki sees my panic and gently grabs my hip to ensure I don't run as he gently sits down on the fountain’s edge and softly pulls me into his lap.

“M-my King?’ I say sit in his lap not daring to move off it. I shiver as he strokes my hips looking up and down my body and grimaces at the unflattering uniform Odin made me wear.

“Hmmmmm… I will see you in the tailor's office tomorrow night. To get you a new uniform one that -” He says rubbing his hand up and down my figure “ - better suits you and this perfect body of yours.” I shiver and whine as I see his hand travel down to grip my thigh. “Make sure to have the plans drawn out for me to see. As I will be there to ensure I will like the uniform and ensure that the tailor doesn’t dare abuse what’s mine.” He says one arm snaking around my hips and the other around my throat not hurting me but he holds it ever so gently. I nod as my chest heaves and my head spins. “Now…turn to me.” He says softly. I nod as I’m told, shivering as I’m now straddling his lap. He pulls me close to my body falling forward, my tits pressing to his chest and my hands on his shoulders. I look into his eyes as I see a green flash and I blink and look around.

“Is this your room?” I say as I flipped on my back. Loki’s arms on either side of me.

“You don’t know how long I wish to see you like this underneath me. And now *snap* - “ I jump and the cold air hits my body. My uniform turns to ash “ - bare to me only.” He says admiring the form beneath him. As he sighs contently and grabs my hand intertwined our fingers

“My King! This is not right.” I say struggling but his grip is too much as I look at him feeling self conscious as he smiles and leans to rest his forehead on him.

“I thought you were MY good little architect?” He says kissing my cheek gently as he strokes my hands. I shiver under him.

“I - I want… to be…good.” I say feeling my blush rising. He chuckles and kisses my cheek gently.

“I know you do.” He says kissing my lips deeply groaning into them.