#i mean i know sinday is every day

[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! ❤️

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[in-maidjan]

round 2 (the fun uwu hehe one) 🪢🌙🛏️🕒💋 for lucin, satine, audoire + lurenius bc i'm contractually obligated to add him

every day i'm tortured with the knowledge that lurenius fucks and he's also evil. sigh. anyway, thanks for these! <3 // sinday headcanons

🪢do they have a kink? if so, what is it?

LUCIN — i almost said bondage as a joke but ahahahah no that's the thing he's sensitive about. he'd have a praise kink and i think he'd be really into dirty talking?

WARDEN-COMMANDER LA DETTE — you'll never know (jk, its not a kink but there's a set power dynamic. she'll always be in control).

AUDOIRE — legally i have to make the roleplay joke. the good chantry boy and the penitent sinner. realistically… well, he is orlesian. i think he would have been into wax play and bondage before his chantry days as a young bachelor. whilst in the chantry and in training as a templar...intercrural is the way to go, especially with giddy chantry sisters. the maker understands.

LURENIUS — bdsm. asphyxiation (not autoerotic). caning/whipping. edging. hope this paints enough of a picture of his tastes 💕

🌙do they need an emotional connection or are one-night-stands an option?

LUCIN — one night stands are his go to, emotional connections aren't so easy to form with his role (especially under satine) ((but thats where he likes to be)).

WARDEN-COMMANDER LA DETTE — the less emotion involved the better (forming attachments is counterproductive. and deeply saddening).

AUDOIRE — once upon a time, no, but i think he had a romanticism about each encounter. the romanticism is less so these days.

LURENIUS — he's not a one-night stand kinda guy. very much the opposite in fact.

🛏️what’s their favorite position?

LUCIN — whats the orlesian version of an eiffel tower? a halamshiral?? four quarters means four partners right? more simply, pulling a train.

WARDEN-COMMANDER LA DETTE — so many jokes here. on the desk. with someone else on their knees. i think she's fine with anything so long as its satisfying.

AUDOIRE — don't even look at him. (he'd enjoy standing sex. something about the practicality of a quick tryst in an alcove? that and being able to hold up his partner).

LURENIUS — so in doing a little research i learned about the teaspooning position? basically a standing-on-knees doggy style? i think binding would still come into play for it.

🕒what’s the longest time they went without engaging in sexual activity with a partner? [masturbation doesn’t count]

LUCIN — he's proooobably into month 3-6 right now, and it's not going great.

WARDEN-COMMANDER LA DETTE — there was a certain point in her life before the wardens when… entanglements just weren't sustainable or necessary. a few years i'd say.

AUDOIRE — definitely the first year or two of being a templar knight, and that was less about being pious and more about focussing on his work and wanting to do a good job. he found the balance in time.

LURENIUS — probably his time in orlais, which was several years. suffice to say, i'm sure he's glad to be out of there.

💋do they like to kiss while having sex? do they cuddle afterward?

LUCIN — i think he's actually a little precious about kissing. sex is fine but kissing? that's too intimate. he'd start on the "what are we" spiral and freak out. cuddling is fine up until a certain point and then i think he'd need his space again.

WARDEN-COMMANDER LA DETTE — absolutely not. do not kiss do not cuddle do not pass go do not collect $200. (unless…)

AUDOIRE — kissing and cuddling would be his bread and butter and he loves carbs.

LURENIUS — yes to both, and honestly: i think he'd be a good kisser and a good spooner. i can imagine him pouring over a scroll while holding lovers against him and tracing patterns on their shoulders or hips.

[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.”

[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

[erregent]

i missed sinday cause i had to work. boo.

[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

[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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[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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[hottataru]

BODY WORSHIPPING

[[just in time for sinday lol]]

It’s not often, but every once in awhile Hottataru and Ven will go a few days without anything heated happening between them. While not intentionally such a thing, Hottataru always sort of considered it a kind of… foreplay. Something that could be used to gently torment Ven until he snapped. 

Which is why, with how busy the two of them have been for the past few days, Hottataru has taken it upon himself to do just that. Sneaking his hands under Ven’s robes, adjusting his necklace, playing with the rings on his fingers, brushing the shells of his ears. Chaste kisses that last just a little too long to be anything but beckoning- but not falling for it when his lips are chased. His tail being stray and brushing over Ven’s thighs whenever he walked past…

Such things were always good for making Ven’s eyes stay glued to him whenever they weren’t demanded elsewhere for survival. And as they wind down from their current little duty, Hottataru can feel the tension between them utterly palpable. It practically sings the closer they get to Hots’ room. Oh, guess they were going to his room tonight, since Ven just follows him right past his own door. 

Which is why Hottataru feels his hands tremble ever so slightly with his heartbeat pounding in his horns. He keeps his mouth shut for once as he tries to fumble with his doorknob, Ven leaning against the frame beside him and seeming to examine his nails- but his icy blue gaze is pinned to Hots, looking anything but cold as he watches. How did it feel like his attention weighed a thousand tonze?

It really shouldn’t be this hard to open a door, gods blast him. 

But eventually he gets it open and practically scampers inside to quickly start stripping down before it’s too late. He wouldn’t be caught in his armor, gods damn it. Thankfully he gets the top and gloves off before he’s being shoved onto the bed by a very eager lover. 

Ven is on him in a second, half crawling over him and getting his hands immediately on Hottataru’s chest as he knocks him down to the mattress.

“Do you have any idea,” his voice is a soft hiss, “How much you have been driving me crazy this past week, Hottataru?” 

“Somewhat.” Hots gives him a shaky little smile, licking his lips and letting out a shuddering breath as he spreads his legs to allow Ven more room to kneel between them, “I-I mean, the goal was to make you a bit worked up.” Gods he loves it when Ven looked like that, ready to absolutely devour every inch of him. And he would, too. Slowly, and agonizingly. 

“A bit? Love, you have gone far past working me a bit up. These days have been torturous without my hands on you.” Ven breathes out a sigh over Hottataru’s collar, leaning down to bite it hard enough to leave a mark and drawing a hiss from Hottataru, “But now there is nothing keeping me from tormenting you as you have me, is there?” 

“I-I… Suppose not.” Hottataru’s mouth felt full of cotton, fingers lightly playing with a fluffy lock of Ven’s hair and swallowing thickly, “Will you at least let me take my boots off, Ven?”

“We shall just have to see if I get around to it.” Ven shoots him a look, and Hots just knows to surrender for now. There is no way he is going to lead a single part of this, so. He might as well enjoy himself. 

(Like there was even a possibility of him not enjoying whatever was to come.)

Peppering kisses to Hottataru’s jaw, Ven sighs and finally reaches Hottataru’s lips- only to pause as they brush together ever so tantalizingly.

“After being deprived of you for days, I think I am just going to have to savor you.” 

“Gods y-” Hottataru is cut off be a savage kiss, their teeth lightly clicking together as a hot tongue plunges into his mouth. It’s all Hottataru can do to moan around it, trying his best to reciprocate but being utterly dominated as Ven tastes every part of him like he was some sweet treat. 

And of course, Ven’s hands are not idle. No, one of them touches the spines of his jaw, trailing up to brush against his broken horn with a gentle reverence that didn’t match the eagerness of Ven’s mouth. He circles a finger over where the break was refusing to heal due to Hottataru favoring the freedom its break had given him. 

It shouldn’t tickle as much as it does, Hottataru’s moan hitching as he twitches and lightly tries to seize Ven’s hand and stop him. But he’s distracted when the hand leaves his horn to grab his wrist and pin it down beside his head. 

Finally, they part from the kiss and Hottataru gasps for air, making a noise of choked shock when Ven’s teeth lightly bite at his full lip and work it gently before letting it go and licking over the poor, swollen flesh.

“A delight, always a delight.” Ven’s voice is so soft, making Hottataru’s core tremble as he clamps his mouth shut and decides to just… stay quiet for now. He wanted to see what Ven would do, and say.

Kissing his way down Hottataru’s chest, he buries his face between his pecs for a moment and hums, letting go of Hots’ hand to squish the soft flesh of his muscles together beside his face-

“That’s embarrassing.” Hottataru sputters, laughing slightly and yelping a moment later when Ven turns his head and bites down at his pec, starting to suck a mark there. Behind him, Hottataru’s tail flails and smacks against wood, startling Hots slightly and making him whimper.

“Careful now.” Is all Ven has to offer as comfort before he resumes kneading and kissing at Hottataru’s flesh. His tongue, hot as sin and fire, laves over one of Hots’ nipples circles the sensitive bud of it. The action evokes a little gasp, Hottataru clenching the sheets as he just forces himself to watch. 

Teeth bite around the dark skin of his nipple, harsh with their treatment before the sore is treated with soothing wet heat, kisses once more peppering Hottataru’s flesh before Ven goes to give the same treatment to the other side. It’s no wonder Hots has felt like he’s been more sensitive up here of late when Ven keeps tormenting him like this. 

Little whines rise from his throat, his eyes squinting in the effort it takes to keep them open at all. Already, Hots’ mind was just utterly blank, no thoughts remaining except those of Ven’s hands roaming his body and pressing into his flesh wherever there’s the slightest bit of give to grope him. Despite Hots’ best efforts, he still finds himself with just the slightest layer of fluff, and Ven seems to treasure it as he seeks out wherever he’s thickest so to speak. 

Seeming to finally be done with Hots’ chest for the moment, he licks and nips his way down to his belly, taking his time to kiss at each of the little scales dotting the massive scar across his abdomen. The area has nearly no feel to it, but it doesn’t stop Hots’ stomach from twitching every time his lips touch a scale. 

And below where his mouth was playing, Ven’s hands just simply play at the hem of Hots’ smalls. They threaten to pull them over his hips, but stop just short of that as they trace the patterns of his scales, fingers pushing into the skin bridging between his flesh and the plates of scales there and making his thighs twitch, hips shimmying slightly in hopes of beckoning more attention. 

Maybe he’d even get it. Ven finishes his doting on Hottataru’s scar, moving lower and licking into his navel as he move past it- down down-

And right past Hots’ eagerly awaiting sex, leaving him in his undergarments. His cock wasn’t even out yet but he could feel it begging to be freed. A keening whine leaves Hots’ lips, one that he wouldn’t be proud of later, and Ven just gives him a wicked grin from where he is before turning and licking at the sensitive skin between where his thigh and groin meet. The flash of heat, followed by the cold air as he moves past has Hottataru biting his lip painfully.

Gods, what he wouldn’t give for Ven to just pick up the pace, even a little. But this is some kind of payback, making Hottataru feel just a fraction of the tension that Ven’s probably been feeling these past few days. And what tension it is, Hottataru thinks as that eager mouth sucks what will likely be one of dozens of marks to the soft parts of his thigh.

He always loved to decorate them when he got the chance.

And decorate he does, coaxing Hottataru’s legs so they’re nearly closed around his head as he takes his time, playing with the seams of the tights still gripping at his thighs and tasting his sweat slicked flesh like it was his favorite meal. It might as well be, seeing as how he tasted it with more gusto than most of the foods he ate. 

It’s while he’s doing this that his hand finally sneaks back up to Hottataru’s still covered vent, cupping a hand over where his scales swelled with his cock’s eagerness still tucked away. He presses down slightly, a bolt of need shooting deep within Hottataru as he bucks his hips with a hiss.

“Gods, Ven, please, please…” Hottataru begs, unable to help it, “I-I just… isn’t that enough?” He could scent Ven’s arousal in the air. Oh, gods, was his sense of smell getting stronger? It made his mouth water, his head feel fuzzy as he pushes up on his elbows to stare at him. 

“Hmmm… I don’t think it is.” Ven drawls almost lazily, sounding like what Hots would imagine a fat cat would sound if it had a voice. His voice had already dropped an octave or two with his own need, but he seemed perfectly content continuing at the pace he’s going at, “Turn around, darling. There is far more of you I need to see to.” 

He lightly smacks Hots’ thigh and Hottataru groans, but obliges. 

Immediately, hands set upon the small of his back, holding his waist in strong hands as they just take in Hots’ shape, his feel. Thumbs press to the dip of his spine as they slide up, stroking over his shoulder blades as Ven leans down and licks him here too. His lips brush gently at his spine, tongue darting out to savor every droplet of sweat that Hottataru can feel accumulating there the longer this foreplay goes on.

Eventually though, that sinful little mouth of Ven’s reaches the plate of scales at the nape of his neck and he digs his teeth in. The response is immediate and electrifying, Hottataru’s hips bucking back into Ven as he moans far too loudly for his own good. Hots’ claws threaten to pierce his sheets as he arches his back, cock finally just springing from his vent despite the tight cloth covering him. 

He can feel his own precum smear against his belly, staining his tights and making him blush as he pants into the mattress. Distantly, he’s aware of his mouth moving, and when he listens he’s mortified but he can’t find it in himself to stop-

“Just fucking give me your cock, please Ven. Please. I need you inside me. Fuck, I need you so bad. So bad. Fuck me like you’re trying to breed me, please-” Why why why why-

His yammering is stopped when he feels his smalls pulled on tight before they’re ripped away from him by an eager fist. Yes. Gods, that’s hot.

“Aye, love. Alright, I could never deny such pretty begging from you.” Ven rasps, a shiver seeming to wrack him as he speaks, “Just a moment longer. Alright? Then you’ll have it. Promise.” He was definitely at the end of his own tether too, and Hottataru whines eagerly as his tail threatens to become a weapon a moment before it’s grabbed.

Ven is back down at Hots’ arse, his hand lifting Hots’ tail up so he can lick the base of it, drawing a sharp keening moan from Hottataru as he thrashes slightly and arches his hips further, beckoning until Ven’s mouth fits over his entrance, tongue pressing against him and working him over. 

At this point Hots has stopped caring about how loud he’s being, thrashing as he pushes back into Ven’s mouth like it’d do him any good. A hand works at the globe of his ass, kneading and pulling it back as Ven’s tongue easily presses into him. Spit drips down, leaving a cold streak as it slowly gets down to where Hottataru’s cock is begging for attention.

Attention it somewhat gets, Ven’s hand encircling it with a skilled, callused fingers that gently works it over at a pace that won’t satisfy him as much as he wants. Torture. Utter torture. Ven knows what he’s doing, dragging out this last bit as much as he can while fucking Hottataru open with his tongue-

And finally, finally he pulls back and yanks Hottataru’s hips flush against his own, rutting his cock between Hottataru’s cheeks.

“Yes.” Hottataru gasps, eyes snapping open as he encourages it. Then, when he feels the blunt head line up with him, “Yes!” And when it starts to stretch him, “Yes yes yes fuck-”

He snarls as Ven hilts himself deep within Hottataru, punching the mattress to keep from clawing it open and clenching his teeth as tears well up in his eyes from the need. He practically sobs at how good it feels, the burn, the stretch. The spit was barely enough to serve as lube, but Hottataru fucking loved it. 

He whines and growls, pushing back and wiggling his hips to try and get Ven to move- a soft grunt rewarding him for his efforts as Hottataru feels a hand grab at his tail once more to use as an anchor. 

Then, pulling back as slow as he can, Ven leans over the top of him and uses his free hand to brace himself on the mattress.

“Can’t wait to hear you scream for me, Hots.” He hisses, and Hottataru whimpers in response before yelping as he’s filled all over again. 

The pace is set. Slow on the retreat, savoring the feeling of Hottataru’s insides trying to pull him back in, before abruptly fucking back as deeply as he can. Absolutely maddening, making Hottataru feel so empty and needy whenever Ven pulled out to the very tip of his cock. It’s all Hottataru can do to hold still, trying to force the pace to go faster but finding himself grounded in place by the hand fisted around the base of his tail. 

At some point, he doesn’t know when, Ven had leaned back. The hand not on his tail grabs at the globe of his ass again, pulling it away so he had a perfect view of Hottataru clinging to his cock on his every retreat. And when Hottataru feels the pad of Ven’s thumb brush over him he can’t help the full body jump that has Ven’s cock plunging back into him halfway before Ven can do it himself-

Only for the thumb to push in right alongside his cock, stretching Hottataru past what limit he had thought he’d reached. The absolute yowl that’s ripped from Hots rings off the walls, his tail curling up over his back as he presses his chest to the mattress and fucks himself backwards. He’s unable to contain himself anymore, a sob of need ripping from him as tears start to roll down his cheeks.

“Yessssss.” the word turns into a draconic hiss halfway through, and Ven moans ever so softly behind him.

“G-gods, Hots. Beautiful. Swiving gorgeous.” Ven mutters quietly, starting to finally pick up the pace as he keeps his thumb buried in with his cock, “‘m going to fill you, love. Mine. Everyone will know-”

“Please yes, fuck yes.” Hottataru answers back, pleasure making it hard to even see what was in front of him anymore. Not that it mattered- not when the mattress wasn’t Ven. He wished he could see that stupid jerk’s face, watch it fall apart with him, “Fuck, please, please come. Need it. Need you. Fuck-”

Ven’s pace finally falters and Hottataru growls with need as Ven gives him what they both crave. Warmth floods his insides, but Ven doesn’t stop there- not yet at least. He seemed determined, fucking through his overstimulation and murmuring nonsense to Hots that Hots didn’t even hear at this point with how far gone he was. 

He can feel seed spill from his own ass, and that finally does it. With a virtual roar, Hots comes apart under Ven, his body curling and arching as he bites the sheets viciously. He sees white, and maybe a whole myriad of other colors, but he doesn’t focus on that as his mind is occupied with the rolling pleasure making him tremble like a gods damned leaf in a strong autumn breeze.

And when his mind comes back to him finally, he can feel Ven’s lips pressing soft, loving kisses over his shoulders. Ven was laying on top of him at this point, lightly petting at him and definitely emanating a smug, satisfied aura as he does so.

“Bastard. I love you, you utter bastard.” Hottataru whispers, shivering slightly and smiling as Ven laughs behind him and just answers with another gentle kiss.

Gods, how Hots loved nights like this.

[shotsbyshae]

Not Afraid Anymore

Warnings: Language,Smut

Words: 2.3k

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Summary: A little Sinday Drabble. There is a reason Nick Fury assigned you to Steve Rogers. You’ll tell him one day.  

Song: Not Afraid Anymore by Halsey.

And touch me like you never.

2012

You were there the day he was thawed out.

Watching as Agent Coulson fanboyed out over the life-size Ken doll.

Fury rolling his one good eye makes you hide a smirk.

You bet Coulson fifty bucks that he wouldn’t fall for the elaborate set-up S.H.I.E.L.D. had created to try and convince him it was still 1945.

Phil took the bet.

There is no hiding the smug smile from your face when Coulson’s beloved Captain America goes feral, knocking out agents, busting through the wall, and running out of the facility.

You watch from the backseat of the black SUV as Fury approaches Rogers. The man standing in the middle of Time Square looks like a lost puppy with his wide, innocent blue eyes and short blonde hair.

“Are you going to tell him?” Phil questions from the driver’s seat. “Who your –”

“No,” you interrupt him. “I think he’s got enough to process for a while.”

Nick speaks with him for a few moments, then he begins walking the science experiment back to your SUV. Fury had ridden with you and Coulson. Which means – the rear passenger door opens and you’re not sure why you feel nervous as Steve Rogers climbs onto the bench seat beside you.

“Hi,” he looks surprised by your presence and the word comes out uneasy as Fury climbs into the passenger seat.

“Captain, this is Agent Coulson,” Fury introduces your superior first, which is customary, before he gives the man your name.

“Nice to meet you,” Steve gives a nod, eyes narrowing slightly. Something about you is familiar, but he can’t place it and you see the questions written on his face.

You feel awful for him.

This wouldn’t be easy for anyone.

Waking up to find everyone and everything you knew is gone.

Later, you stand outside Fury’s office, watching him and Coulson. Steve Rogers sits in front of Fury’s desk, looking more rattled than he did in Times Square. Nick Fury’s eyes land on you through the glass partition and he raises his hand, motioning for you to come inside.

“Sir?” you question him as you enter, closing the door behind you.

“I’m going to need you to help Captain Rogers adjust,” Fury states, his gaze shifting over to the Captain. “A lot has changed in seventy years.”

“What?” the request shocks you. You glance to Coulson and he gives you a nod of reassurance.

Of course. Why would they assign someone else to him when you’re here?

Only Coulson and Fury know who you really are.

“Agent Coulson’s already cleared you,” Fury comments and you look over to the man in the chair.

A big, blonde, blue-eyed, lost puppy.

You had joined S.H.I.E.L.D. to make a difference.

For the thrill of missions and secrecy.

Yet, here you are, baby-sitter to Captain America himself.

So, for months you help him – teach him – things that he should know.

The Internet. Cell phones. Computers.

A checking account. Debit card.

Shopping. Driving, although he’s more comfortable on a motorcycle.

Microwaves.

Pizza Rolls.

Nutella.

You introduce him to Star Wars and the two of you start doing movie nights to get him caught up on cultural references.

Rogers tells you about life before the serum, about Bucky, Dr. Erskine, Howard, and Peggy. You hear about his team, The Howling Commandos and their raids on Hydra.

He’s lost so much, and you see a side of him that no one else sees.

The golden boy is broken.

“Thank you,” he says sincerely, as the two of you approach your car one night. He always insists on walking out with you when you leave his apartment.

“For?” you question, shoving your hands in your jacket pockets as you smile, hitting the unlock button on the key fob there, because he’s already reaching for your car door.

So old-fashioned.

“I know you didn’t want me as an assignment,” he says, pulling open the driver’s door. “But you’ve helped me – a lot. I mean, I don’t really have anyone, so thank you, for being a friend.”

Little lost puppy.

You give him a warm smile, “Well, you have me now and I’m pretty awesome.” He laughs as you smirk. “I’ll always be your friend, Rogers. I promise.”

“Oh, that’s a promise?” he says it questioningly, and you pull your right hand from your pocket. Fist clenched tightly, only your pinky finger extending from it.

“Pinky swear,” you say simply, and a smile plays at the corners of his mouth as he lifts his left hand to wrap his pinky finger around yours.

“Okay,” he remarks. “Pinky swear it is.”

Friends.

Always.

You keep your promise, even when Loki gets inside your head later that year. On the carrier, you come face to face with Steve and for a moment, you hesitate. Unable to fight him as the Asgardian had instructed you to do. Natasha lands a hard, right hook to your jaw, knowing it had worked on Clint.

When you wake up, Fury’s there. He tells you about Coulson and your heart shatters, but you keep your emotions in check. You follow him to a conference table where he gives a speech to what’s left of the team.

Everyone’s in their own head.

Defeated, but determined.

He doesn’t come to you until later, when you’re sitting on the steps, adjusting the leather gloves of your uniform as you wait for the fight that’s coming.

“You good?” there’s concern in his tone.

You nod, “I’m – I’m sorry.”

“It wasn’t you,” he states. “We’re okay.”

Your eyes shift up to him. The red, white, and blue uniform making him look every bit the hero that Coulson would fanboy over. You lift your fist to him, extending your pinky finger. He gives a smile, his finger twisting around yours tightly.

2014

You keep your promise, even when the Hydra trained assassin The Winter Soldier tries to kill you, and Steve tells you that the man is Bucky Barnes. You’re not convinced – until you are – as you watch The Winter Soldier pull an unconscious Captain America from the river.

Sam tells you he’s awake and when you enter the hospital room, he tries to give you a smile. It pains you to see him so beaten and bruised.

Little lost puppy.

Broken again.

“I saw him,” you say quietly, standing beside the edge of the bed. “I saw him pull you from the river.”

“It’s Bucky,” he states, the sadness in his voice is heartbreaking.

You lay your hand on top of his, a small comfort, “I should have believed you. I’m sorry.”

His hand shifts under yours and you feel his pinky finger intertwine with yours.

A reminder.

2015

Tony Stark brings you in full time at the tower after the collapse of S.H.I.E.L.D. because Fury left him a note explaining who you really are.

Stark is surprised to say the least, but happy, and he promises to keep it a secret. You haven’t told Rogers yet, but you will – at some point.

Ultron happens and Tony moves you upstate to the new facility and suddenly you’re spending more time with him than before when not on missions.

You overhear him and Sam in the kitchen one night.

“What’s the deal with you two?” Wilson questions.

“Sam,” Steve sounds exasperated. “She’s a friend. It’s easy to be around her – she knows me.”

“Uh huh,” Sam remarks. “Pretty sure they have another word for that.”

“Sam,” his tone is reprimanding.

“Okay,” Wilson replies. “But weren’t you the one giving Banner advice on not waiting too long?”

You’d be lying if you said the thought’s never crossed your mind.

You’re human.

But he’s always been that lost puppy in the middle of Times Square.

The broken hero in need of a friend.

You enter the kitchen, surprising Sam more than Steve. He smiles at you warmly, a small glint in his blue eyes and it reminds you that as long as he needs you to be that – you will.

His friend.

Always.

2016

Nigeria happens and everyone’s hit hard. The night you all return, he stops by your room. Leaning against your doorframe, still looking like the blonde haired, blue-eyed puppy you were assigned, just a bit older – refined.

“You okay?” you question him as you continue to unpack your duffel.

“No,” he responds quietly. “But I have to be.”

Closing the drawer on your dresser you sigh, before turning around to face him, “Heavy is the head, Cap.” You move back toward your bed. “It’s not your fault.”

“I know,” he folds his arms across his chest. “Hey, I – I – know it’s not the best time.” When he stumbles over the words, you glance at him. He’s all nerves. “But do you want to get dinner this weekend – with me?”

Your brows furrow curiously at his question, “Dinner?”

“Yea,” he responds with a slight nod. “Dinner.”

A smile slowly spreads across your face and you watch it reciprocate on his as you say, “Sure.”

“Ok then,” the puppy is still in there, because you see him. “Good.”

The two of you never make it to dinner though.

Ross shows up the next day with the Accords and turns your world upside down. When the lines get drawn, you find yourself standing across from Steve Rogers. The wounded look in his eyes is enough to shatter you.

For the first time, you are part of the reason he’s a little more broken.

Your heart is ripped from your chest when Tony returns from Siberia, tossing the vibranium shield on the floor in front of you. You see the anger and heartache in the older man’s face, but he doesn’t tell you what happened.

Only that Steve is alive.

2018

Two years.

It’s not that long, but it feels like an eternity.

The pardon had gone into effect and they were finally coming home.

Your friends – family really.

Although, after the fight in Germany, you’re not sure if Steve even wants to see you.

Keeping yourself busy as a distraction in the lab, you aren’t aware someone’s standing in the doorway watching as you run tests on an artifact Parker had come across. He finally clears his throat to gain your attention and you turn around slowly.

The man standing in the doorway of the lab, makes the Steve Rogers you met the day he woke up after being in the ice look like a boy. A thick, dark beard lines his jaw, his once short, bright, blonde hair, now darker, longer. You have the sudden urge to run your fingers through it, and you realize you’re staring at him – not breathing.

“Steve,” you say his name as if it’s foreign to you.

“Hey,” his voice is even a little deeper.

His eyes are the same though. A beautiful pain stricken blue.

You can’t imagine what he’s been through the past two years. The fallout with Tony was bad enough, but the things he’s done since then.

The person he had to become.

Still the broken hero.

But how many times can a broken thing break?

“I missed you,” he finally says softly, and you smile as you bring your fist in front of you, pinky extended.

A reminder.

There’s a ghost of smile on his lips as his long legs close the distance between you in a couple strides. His finger hooking yours tightly. “I needed you.” He whispers, eyes taking in your features before his soft, plush lips crash against yours. He moves his hand to encompass the side of your face, his tongue dipping into your mouth for a taste.

This wasn’t the reunion you had expected.

No objections though.

His broad shoulders seem to tower over you as he pushes you against the lab table behind you. A glass beaker falls victim to the collision and shatters against the floor. Steve Rogers may still be broken, but this is a side of him you’ve never seen.

He’s filled with desire and want, spreading it to you with every lick and dip of his tongue.

An all-consuming need.

Wet.

Hot.

Desperate.

You’re arching into him, feeling the length of him press into your hip – hard. Your fingers are in his hair, pulling him closer to you. His mouth moves to your jaw, before working his way down your neck. You feel the graze of his teeth at the vein there, nipping and sucking.

You didn't know you wanted this.

Needed this.

You've never needed anything more than him in this moment.

That little lost puppy – a full-grown wolf – who knows exactly what he wants.

You.

“Steve,” his name comes out in a breathy moan against his ear and you feel him press harder against you. The moan from his chest feels more like a growl and your right leg hooks around him. You need to feel him there and his fingers grip your thigh tightly as he grinds into you. His mouth captures yours again a little softer this time – affectionately. You press against him, heat radiating through your jeans, an aching, slick beneath and you need him to know what he's doing to you.

Begging for him to take you.

To devour you like the animal he's become.

You will help fix your broken boy.

Protect him.

His shield.

“Cap,” Tony’s voice is cold and stern from the doorway. His lips leave yours, blue eyes staring down at you mischievously at being caught. The next words fall from Stark’s lips and you watch as the realization crosses Steve’s rugged features.

The familiarity of you the first day in the SUV.

Fury assigning you to him.

It all made sense.

After all, Howard had admired Steve Rogers.

“Get your fucking hands off my sister.”

[auty-ren]

Oh my god I would Love love love to have Paz rail me and then give me some tender aftercare. Ily 💜

Warnings: Mentions of sex, penetrative (Nothing explicit)

A/n: I know my original plan was to answer all of these on Sunday but I got excited so here y’all go! The beginning of my birthday/follower milestone celebration! (Thank you and I love you too babe!)

-Alright so we all know that Paz fucks™.

-His presence is already overwhelming in everyday life and that just translates X10 when y'all are fucking.

-He will pin you to almost any surface, caging you underneath his broad chest and long arms.

-Sometimes when he's feeling particularly possessive he'll hold your arms or legs down, fucking you so hard you swear you see stars.

- “You’re mine Cyar’ika. My sweet thing, you feel so good.”

-His favorite position is having you on your belly, his entire weight pressed against you, fucking you deep and hard into the mattress.

-He loves the way you try to muffle your moans in the pillows, your back arching every time he hits that amazing spot inside of you.

-He likes to tease you, “What was that, Mesh’la? I don’t think I can hear you?”

-As 'harsh' as he can be in bed, he's also very attentive.

-He's always checking in with you, making sure you're enjoying every moment.

-After you're both tired out (which usually means you've went a few rounds, let's be honest the man has the stamina of a god) he only wants to hold you.

-His arms almost never leave you, whether he's trapped you beneath his arm that's slung over your tummy, or his knuckles lightly brushing against your skin as you lay next to each other.

-He also loves pillow talk.

-Paz could listen to you talk all. Damn. Night. About absolutely anything.

-He always thinks you have such interesting things to say and he hangs on to every word. (Even though your certain his bounty hunting adventures would be much more entertaining)

-Most nights you don't remember falling asleep, but Paz is always there, holding you close and twirling the ends of your hair between his fingers.

-And most nights you're woken up by the feeling of Paz's arms tightening around you, his lips warm as he kisses up your neck.

-It’s the best feeling to wake up to and Paz’s makes sure it lasts as long as possible.

- “We’ve got all the time in the world, Mesh’la. Better make the most of it.”

-Or at least that you’ll feel him for the rest of the day.

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[i-am-the-balancing-point]

for the "NSFW Character Trait Meme"

🍏 🍊 🍭 :)

cheers to you, fellow connoisseur of Far Cry-themed sexual fantasies! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)💕

🍏 Preference for top or bottom/Submissive or dominant.

Definitely sub bottom. Gigi does not like to outright admit this though, like the little clown she is 🤡 Does also enjoy topping and doming though, but subbing is definitely her preference. Giving up control and letting herself fall into pleasure really does it for her, probably because she has to be in control and responsible all the time in her day-to-day life. Thats also why she sometimes has a hard time actually letting go when being intimate with someone.

🍊 Monogamous? Open relationship? Polyamorous?

I don’t even know what she is (except for pan) but my deputy definitely has a lot of love to give and a sex drive comparable to the fast and furious series so she sleeps around with every whom she finds attractive and is down for some.

🍭 How sexually active is your character?

Gigi does not only got hyperactive brain disorder but also hyperactive sex drive desease!

She definitely can be a very sexual person and lets herself enjoy that. In her first few weeks in Hope County she didn’t even allow herself to have romantic feelings because she was super strict with herself in regards to separating romantic and sexual things from her job but once she finally had her magical girl transformation and realised that being a cop doesn’t mean shit in this situation anyways and that she is here, helping the people out of her own accord, she let herself finally clap cheeks like there’s no tomorrow. There might not even be….

Thank you for asking me those! Love you, my dude ♡

—send me a sinday sunday ask—

[irrfahrer]

Happy medical sinday!

What types of preventatives do they have in a galaxy far far away, it is still mostly stuff like various pills and spirals or is reversible sterility a thing? And have advances like bacta lead to a decline in STDs, or is some kind of condom still a must until your partner get tested??

"Ahhhh! Kriffing finally a question about work that brings me some kriffing money!", Ziv purred, running her webbed fingers along her whiskers like a humanoid would twirl their mustache in amusement. Then she stopped, frowning: "You know,at least it would bring me some kriffing money, if I would take money for my work in the first place. Ah, Kriff, this explains why I am so kriffing poor does it,poorpoorpoor idiotic but so kriffing smart me..." Usually Ziv did not took any money for her services as a healer and only lived by what her patients left for her as a thank you; self cooked meals, fruits from their farms, old clothes, a free flight to the next ton in a old freighter, here and there a few credits...

"Anyway, first off I am a midwife but I am a poor herbal healer also, so I sadly have no means to get my paws on spirals and other objects that could be placed in the body to prevent a inner feterlisation. Usually when I am asked by a person for preventatives, I have to first know how is their species reproducing and, if they are specifically asking for a preservation when they are with a certaine partner what kind of species is that partner." The Tynnan pinned her ears back, huffing: "I would be asking simply , because if the partner is a human I can answer that Human are kriffing freaks of nature and I am pretty sure they could reproduce with every kriffing Mammal in this Galaxy and you would think the krififng same if you would work as a Midwife, like for kriffs sake! If the partner is a human than its time for the krififing iron fist of the kriffing hard preventativ-stuff! Its not that kriffing much needed when the partner is not a human, but for kriffs sake, that species got through the whole galaxy horizontally, really."

"If that is finished, I would usually prepare a preventative based on a hormone-cyclus changing herbbrooth for Aliens who have a heatcycle or where a outside-feterlisation happens and would need around a month of testing with that person so I can adjust the kind of herbs fitting for that persons species, age, weight, way of reproducing and all the other stuff. There is no KRIFFING ONE way of preventative, there are too many different species and genitals and ways of sex for that, so eh, it always depends on my patient. I for example use a daily brewn hormonebalance changing herb-brooth that tastes like Banthashit, but keeps me in a state of the heatcycle in which I am not able to concieve and that most of the time works for other aliens with heatcycles. If a person is due to a bad health not able to have a hormone-cycle changing preventative or happens to be part of the few alienspecies who have a periodcycle and they belong to a spcies were a inner-feterlisation happens I will prepare them a oinment that kills off the cells in the bodily fluids that are exchanged. Its faster that way and with how all around the kriffing clock species with periodcycles can concieve it works better when its needs to go fast instead of going for the longrun with a hormone-cycle-changing herbbrooth. Of course, if the thing already happend its easy to just cause a spontanouse abortion with some herbs in foods or drinks, but that always will leave the person pretty kriffing messed up with sickness for a few days so eh. Even if I would of course walk my patient through that expierence, it is always easier to invest the time with me and learn what I can make specifically for them so I can teach them how they can prepare that brooth, oinment, salve or the other stuff on their own after I left. "

The last part of the question made Ziv huff so much her whiskers bristled and she put her small paws on her hips: "You know, I am a kriffing big fan of condomes and dams. I am a herbal healer, so my methodes when I am giving advice to my patients are with herbal solutions, but if you would ask me, I would throw kriffing condomes on you, if I would have enough to throw them at Kriffers in the first place. Bacta is nice and well, but we are talking here about people who have no kriffing chance to get their paws on kriffing bacta so for kriffs sake,-JUST WEAR THE DAMN THINGS and I could maybe even take a weekend off once a kriffing month! I mean, yes, there are some oinments that will kill bacteria and viruses that can cause sicknesses from beeing transferred during sex, but its always easier to just put the damn dam or condome on than spend krififng ten minutes smearing the by me prepared stuff on parts that at that certaine moment should be doing complete kriffing more fun stuff"

[thebloodychampion]

NOSEY SINDAY MUSE INTERVIEW for Fenrir and also for Ben

Fenrir Greyback

When did you first have sex?

"When was around 19 or so."

What’s the first thing that sexually attracts you to someone?

"Usually their face, their booty and well sometimes their breasts."

What’s your favourite place to be kissed?

"My ehm...no idea actually I general like all of me being kissed. Oh yes now I know kiss the top of my head. Try that."

What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sex?

"Maybe a few days? I am not someone that goes long without sex."

What’s your favourite part of foreplay?

"The touching and kissing."

What’s the most sex you’ve had in a day?

"If I am close to the fullmoon, I can have sex every hour even do it while doing other things."

What’s your dirtiest sexual fantasy?

"Okay that might sound extremely dirt but I like to mark people."

What’s the shortest time it’s ever taken for you to have an orgasm?

"Maybe twp minutes. It takes a bit for me to achieve it...but if someone is really good they can do that in less."

What’s the best sex you’ve ever had?

"As a werewolf. Nothing can beat that."

What was your most embarrassing sexual experience?

"I don't think..oh yes...having your own daughter walk in on you while you have sex. Nothing tops that. Well maybe parents walking in."

Do you prefer eye contact or not during sex?

"Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't."

Do you prefer quickies or marathon sessions?

"I can do quickies and I can do something long term. But it depends on the location."

Do you prefer one night stands or longer term sexual partners?

"I think I prefer long term."

Do you prefer to take control or be submissive?

"I have to be in control."

Do you prefer to be on top or bottom?

"Top unless my partner wants to ride me."

Do you like to be spanked?

"Not really."

Do you like to kiss during sex?

"Of course, why not."

Do you watch porn?

"Yeah...I mean not that often but I do."

Do you ever read erotic fiction?

"Not really."

How often do you masturbate?

"From time to time. Hey sometimes you get bored."

How many positions do you think you’ve tried?

"A few I guess."

How many people have you slept with?

"A few...not that I count them."

Have you ever had an inappropriate crush?

"I don't think so."

Have you ever cried or fallen asleep during sex?

"What am I? I don't cry while I have sex. And falling asleep what I am pushing into somene and bam sleeping?"

Have you ever sent nudes of yourself?

"I don't think I ever did."

Have you ever made a sex tape?

"No."

Have you ever had anal sex?

"Not really and I am not for that...not on me at least."

Have you had group sex? If not, would you?

"Happens in werewolf packs."

Where on your body is your favourite place to be touched?

"My neck and my arms...just do that."

Are you loud or quiet during sex?

"I can be rather quiet when it comes to sex."

Are you rough or romantic during sex?

"I think I can do both."

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Ben Chaplin

When did you first have sex?

"I was around 15 maybe. Just some quick thing."

What’s the first thing that sexually attracts you to someone?

"Their hair and personality. I don't need a dull person."

What’s your favourite place to be kissed?

"My hands."

What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sex?

"Hmm around two months."

What’s your favourite part of foreplay?

"Pleasuring each other."

What’s the most sex you’ve had in a day?

"Four times...hey I am student in school."

What’s your dirtiest sexual fantasy?

"Don't really have one as of now."

What’s the shortest time it’s ever taken for you to have an orgasm?

"Around a minute maybe."

What’s the best sex you’ve ever had?

"With a lad from another house, best sex ever."

What was your most embarrassing sexual experience?

"I think getting caught by my head of house. Luckily I only got some points deducted."

Do you prefer eye contact or not during sex?

"Sure why not."

Do you prefer quickies or marathon sessions?

"Depends on how much time I have at hand."

Do you prefer one night stands or longer term sexual partners?

"I think one night stands for the moment."

Do you prefer to take control or be submissive?

"I like to have some sort of control."

Do you prefer to be on top or bottom?

"Both things are good in my opinion."

Do you like to be spanked?

"Maybe."

Do you like to kiss during sex?

"Hell yes."

Do you watch porn?

"That muggle stuff? No way."

Do you ever read erotic fiction?

"I did once, was rather weird."

How often do you masturbate?

"A few times a day..not like always but when I am like pent up."

How many positions do you think you’ve tried?

"I think a few of them."

How many people have you slept with?

"I think around 6 or so."

Have you ever had an inappropriate crush?

"Well ehm yeah I did once...."

Have you ever cried or fallen asleep during sex?

"No...I mean after yes probably."

Have you ever sent nudes of yourself?

"No."

Have you ever made a sex tape?

"No."

Have you ever had anal sex?

"Ehm...yes."

Have you had group sex? If not, would you?

"Not really...I mean I didn't have one yet."

Where on your body is your favourite place to be touched?

"My thighs and my hands."

Are you loud or quiet during sex?

"I can do both."

Are you rough or romantic during sex?

"I think I am rough."