#nipple mole my beloved

[found--family]

the freakin' NiPpLe MoLe!!! 

[the-fiction-witch]

Desire

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Gwayne Hightower Couple - Gwayne X Reader (uncle and Neice) Reader - Y/n (Neice) Rating - 18+ Fondling/ fingering / nipple play/ nipple sucking / nudity/ incest/ forced orgasm/ Word Count - 1550

Requested -

Anonymous asked: can you please write a fic with reader x gwayne. reader is alicent's four daughter (daeron does not exist) and she was sent to old town. reader is now a grown woman, and uncle gwayne say he need to keep track of changes in her body. he need to watch her naked body everyday and touch it to make sure she's growing correctly, especially her breast that he grope and suck everyday. ofc reader let her beloved uncle do everything he wish 😩

Gwayne made his way through the Tower at Oldtown, taking the route he took most every morning. He arrived at her chambers and quickly opened the door heading in and closing it behind him.

“Y/n… Y/n? Where is my little princess?” He cooed,

The sound woke her, and Y/n sat up in her bed with a yawn.

“Ummm…. Good Morning,” She cooed,

“Good Morning My little princess,” he smiled,

Gwayne moved swiftly across the room and plated himself on her bed at her side, he took her hand as his eyes trailed to the thin white nightie biting back his desires.

“How did you sleep, Sweet girl?”

She nodded, “Very well, I had a dream,”

“Oh? Do tell,”

“About dragons,”

“Humm as you often do,” He chuckled squeezing her hand, “Come, come now, Y/n. We need to get you ready for the day don’t we?”

She nodded with a cheery smile,

“Come on then Little princess,” he smiled pressing a kiss to her forehead,

Y/n happily climbed out of bed and moved over to her dressing area beside her balcony doors. She stood on the little stool of a well-stained wood with green fabric cushioning, planting her feet on the stool firmly. Leaving her stood with her wooden changing screen behind her and three floor-length mirrors in front of her.

Gwayne went to the balcony opening the doors to let the morning air circulate before he came up behind her pushing the changing screen a little as he did almost sealing the area between screen and mirror to almost form a little room.

“You remember why we must do this?”

She nodded,

“Tell me,”

“We must check how I grow,”

“Yes we must little princess,” he cooed, “One day… soon I’m sure. You will be wed to a very high-ranking important lord. And if we want our little princess, to wed the handsomest, strongest, richest lord. We need to make sure every single man in the seven kingdoms…” his tone fell to a whisper, “Desires her.” He growled in her ear, “Every day we need to check and make sure you are… as beautiful as possible. Every inch, every hair, every mole. So we can make sure you’re desirable.”

“Yes, Uncle,”

“Now, let's have a look shall we little princess?”

She nodded without question,

He began with her hair, he slowly pulled the ribbons from her hair letting it fall, running his fingers through her locks as he undoes all the braids done the night before,

“Humm very beautiful, silky and smooth, perfect.” he cooed, “Good girl,” kissing her temple,

He moved to kneel in front of her his sly smile wide as he looked up at her, he rose one knee and tapped his thigh invitingly,

She nodded and moved her left foot up and onto his thigh,

He ran his fingers from her toes slowly and seductively up to her knee,

“Very smooth,” He cooed, “Very smooth indeed, you remember to scrub your legs in the bath every day my little princess?”

She nodded,

“Good girl,” he cooed, tapping her foot,

She changed over resting her left foot back on the stool and sitting her right on his thigh,

Once more he ran his hands over her from toe to knee, briefly brushing over a bruise on her ankle,

“Shh shh… another day or so and that’ll be all better,” he cooed, “Good girl little princess,” he cooed tickling her foot before he stood again, he looked very closely at her face caressing her cheek, “Very beautiful, lovely and cute.” he kissed her nose, But his sly smile grew as he circled her stopping behind her and nuzzling her neck, “Now… let's have a nice look,” he said as his fingers toyed with the string that laced up her nightie,

“Yes Uncle,” She nodded,

He bit his lip before he pulled at the string, slow and seductively unlacing her dress, he pulled it off her shoulders and pushed it from her hips letting it pool around the stool on the floor. He looked at her, in the mirrors his hands cradling her waist, “You… get more beautiful everyday little princess,” he growled, He began to slide his hands across her skin, over every inch, stroking her thighs, her hips, her arms, her stomach measuring her with his hands, constantly muttering compliments in her ear calling her beautiful between kisses, “Now this is a body, that a god would desire.” he barked in her ear, his hands stroked her thighs delicately slipping up to her hips and he took a step back to admire her ass, “Bend.” He demanded,

She nodded and bent over showing off her ass far better,

He tried to hold back his groan as his hands cupped her cheeks and smoothly fondled her ass, he chuckled a little and growled, “Touch your toes.”

Y/n obeyed “Yes uncle,” And bent over touching her toes leaving her completely exposed to him,

He bit his lip hard and spread her cheeks baring her utterly to him, “Beautiful little princess, a very pretty ass, good for a good smack,”

She giggled slightly but jolted as he smacked her hard on her ass, “Ooh-”

“Your husband will want that, he’ll love to spank and slap your pretty ass when you walk with him, and you’ll barely leave a room without a good smack,” He chuckled, “Stand up, nice and tall.” He cooed,

Y/n stood tall once more,

Gwayne wrapped his arms around her waist and ran his fingers under her breasts, his breath hot against her ear as he slipped up to cup her breasts in each hand, “Ohhh yes… so beautiful little princess… so very very beautiful,” he growled, “Any man in the seven kingdoms would adore to come home after a long ride and cup these, massage them in his hands and relax,” He groaned as he began to grope her breasts squeezing them and juggling the weight of each in his hands, he licked his lips as he watched her nipples get hard from the cold morning air and his relentless attention, “There we go, nice and perky,” he cooed tugging on her nipples a little to make them as hard as possible,

Y/n gasped,

“Umm, that feel nice?”

She nodded, “Yes Uncle,”

“It should now let me hear you.” he cooed as he rubbed her nipples between his thumb and index finger rolling them between them,

“Ughhh!” She gasped her hips arching up,

“Ummm good girl,” he growled kissing her neck rather aggressively, he was holding back the burning desire to give her a hickey, But he broke away and moved in front of her, “Let’s test them,” he growled kissing down her neck and taking her left nipple between his lips, he began to suck and lap his tounge against the tender skin,

“Ughhhh! Uncle!” She softly moaned,

He sucked harder groping her right breast as he worked, swirling his tounge around her apex and suckling on her like a babe

“Ughhh ughhhh! Uuuuhhh!” She threw her head back as she moaned,

He finally released her nipple but not for long, “You need to practice little princess, for when your husband and your little babies want to enjoy these, you need to learn not to be so… sensitive.” as he simply moved to her right nipple and did the same licking and sucking,

“Uhhhhhhh! Uncle! Please!” She squealed,

He finally pulled back and smirked down at her, his hand slipping down from her breast and sliding down her stomach dipping between her legs, he ran his fingers over her folds and sunk deep inside her,

“Ughhh! Uncle!” She screamed as his finger slid inside her,

“Very good princess,” he cooed, “Very wet, very warm, just as it should.” he nodded as he began to thrust his finger inside her,

Y/n moaned and screamed dripping down her legs,

Which only made Gwayne chuckle smugly, his other hand came to rub against her clit leaving her utterly at his mercy as she moans and screams, her toes curling as he gets faster and faster, he slowly adds more and more fingers until his left hand is fingering her knuckles deep on three fingers and two fingers rub her clit hard and fast, her juices dripping off his fingers as he works,

“Uncle… uncle… please I-” she begged but it was already too late,

Y/n came screaming his name as she squirted down his hand,

Gwayne slows his hands letting her ride out her orgasm as long as he could before he slips his hands away and licks his fingers clean in front of her,

Y/n gasps and struggles to even stand after all that,

But Gwayne takes her by the hand and pushes her palm to his hard bulge, “You see that little princess? Do you feel how hard it is? Feel how it throbs?”

“Yes, Uncle,”

“That is what you do to a man,” He cooed, “Any man who sees you feels like this, they desire you… as do I.” he growled, “Go get dressed now Little princess, we’re all done for this morning.”

“Yes Uncle,” Y/n nodded as she moved off her stool to begin her day as always.

[haespoir]

tongue-tied: mkl.

⨯ pairing: mark x afab!reader

⨯ word count: 1.5k 

⨯ genre: smut, established relationship

⨯ summary: mark gets a bit handsy on the bean bag, and he leaves you speechless.

⨯ warnings: mentions of being high and edibles, oral (f receiving), honestly very tame, mark has an eyebrow and tongue piercing

⨯ playlist: wake, jiwoo  

⨯ a/n: this my first time ever writing smut.. be kind, and any feedback is very appreciated ♡

. . .

Mark Lee was an insatiable bastard, and that was putting it lightly. Ever since the two of you had gotten together, it seemed like he was unable to keep his hands off you. Not that you minded; you had put the man through enough torture when it came to getting together, you could at least give him a bit of lenience now. 

And he took advantage of that every chance he could get. Even now, as the both of you are reaching the peak of your high, his hands are roaming your body. The two of you are squished onto his beloved bean bag in the living room, a random movie playing on the TV. Mark promised that once the gummies hit the two of you could watch a movie, yet here you were. 

The bean bag was big enough for the two of you to fit comfortably, but Mark insisted that you sit on his lap, at least halfway. This way he could keep his arms around you, his fingers dancing dangerously along the hem of your shirt.

Like you said, an insatiable bastard. 

“Is it really necessary to sit like this?” you whine, attempting to push Mark away. The warmth of the room was starting to get to you, and the gummies you had about 45 minutes ago were not helping. 

Mark can only roll his eyes at your behavior, opting to pull you closer to him. No matter how much you whined or tried to push him away, you always ended up begging him to hold you later on in the night. So why not just hold you now? 

And it’s not like you’re putting up much of a fight. Because all it takes is a small pinch on your thigh for you to melt into his arms, your head resting on his shoulder. This gives you perfect access to one of your favorite parts about Mark: his neck. Lazily, you begin to pepper small kisses along the span of his neck, paying special attention to the mole under his ear. You had always found the small beauty mark to be attractive.

“Babe,” he groans, shifting slightly to pull you onto his lap more. “Don’t tease me.” 

His words have you pulling away from him, a pout forming on your lips. “Why not?” 

“Don’t start something you can’t finish baby.” One look at him was enough for you to see the desire swimming in his eyes, and you can only scoff at his words. You always finished what you started. He knew that better than anyone. 

Before he can comment on your attitude, you’re pressing kisses to his neck again, this time pulling his earlobe between your teeth. “Technically, you started it,” you say, thinking back to his wandering hands. They had definitely slipped past the waistband of your sweats by now, his fingers dancing on the dangerously slim barrier of your underwear. 

“Why are you being a brat, hm? You’re always so good for me,” he remarks. Once again, he’s pinching your skin, relishing the way you squeak at the fleeting feeling of pain. 

“Defending myself is being a brat now?” you ask, raising your brow as you look at him. By now you’ve moved to straddle his lap, the plush filling of the bean bag making the position much more comfortable. However, the lack of structure means that no matter how much you try to hold yourself above him, your weight is pressing down on him. This means you can definitely feel his hard-on through the thin fabric of your sweatpants. 

Giving him a coy smile, you slip your hands up his shirt, your fingers grazing over his nipples as you help him take the shirt the article of clothing off.

"It's getting warm in here, no?" you ask innocently. This has him groaning, watching as you toss the shirt somewhere into his dimly lit living room before giving you his full attention. 

Unfortunately, you are too caught up staring at his chest to even notice his heavy gaze on you. Your hands are splayed on his chest; you love the way he looks under you. It wasn’t often that Mark let you be on top, so you planned to take advantage of every second you had. Which meant that your hands travel to his neck, gripping his throat gently. 

The action has Mark raising a pierced brow at you; it wasn’t often that you took control, but he found the idea lighting a fire in him that he wasn’t sure he could put out if he wanted to. You give his throat an experimental squeeze, loving the way his head lolls onto the bean bag. His gaze is dangerous; he’s looking at you with no patience, and it’s not long before his hands cover yours, using them to pull you onto him. 

A small ‘oof’ escapes your lungs, and it has the two of you laughing before Mark presses a heated kiss to your lips. He wasn’t known for his patience, especially not when it came to you. 

And it shows with the way his hands go from rubbing soft circles into your waist to tugging at your shirt, wanting the article of clothing gone. You can only giggle at his eagerness, watching as it's his turn to toss your shirt away as if it offended him. If you were to ask him, you know he would make up some sort of silly excuse. As if he can read your mind, he speaks up. 

“Every part of you is mine; no one’s gonna have what I have,” he says. You can’t lie; his words go straight to your core, and you know that if Mark couldn’t feel your arousal seeping through your pants before, he can feel it now. The dampness in your underwear has it sticking to you in a way that's almost uncomfortable. You swear you’re dizzy with desire as you look down at your boyfriend.

The sad thing is that he’s barely done anything yet. 

And no one knows you better than Mark. So even if it’s a bit awkward, Mark moves so that you’re laying in the center of the bean bag. Quickly, he slides onto the floor, using this opportunity to grab your sweats and panties, pulling them off in one swift motion. 

You can only pout at the loss of the chance to be on top for once, but Mark quickly erases that thought when your legs are thrown over his shoulder and he’s pressing his tongue against your core. You can only moan at the feeling, the small metal piercing on his tongue pressing against your clit. The feeling makes you squirm, but his arms are trapping you against his mouth. Right about now you regretted suggesting the piercing because it was the reason for you quickly coming undone on this damn bean bag. 

“You always taste so good,” he groans, greedily lapping at your pussy. If there was one thing to know about Mark Lee it was that he ate pussy like a starved man. Every single time, without a doubt. 

Your hands fly to his head, gripping his dark hair in your fingers. A small whimper leaves your lips as you tug on his hair, and this only encourages him even more. Mark takes a small glance at you, loving the way your head is thrown back and the way your legs seemingly have him trapped. Not that he minded. 

In fact, this was his favorite place to be. Under his pretty girl, right where he belonged. And he had to make sure that you knew that. Without warning, you feel his fingers slip inside you, and your mouth falls open in a loud moan; it was like music to Mark’s ears. 

“Oh my god,” your words are slurred as if you’re drunk from the pure desire coursing through your veins. With his hands now busy, you can grind against his face, chasing your own high. He’s so deep now, and all you can do is clench around his fingers pathetically. His name slips past your lips like a mantra, and it only fuels his ego. Only he could fuck you like this. Only he could make you speechless like this. Only him.

“So pretty,” he coos, drowning in the taste of you. “And all mine. Cum for me baby,” he demands. Mark pays extra attention to your clit, sucking and running the cool metal of his piercing against before adding a third finger to stretch you out. You can only whine, your thighs tightening against his head. 

Who were you to deny your loving boyfriend? 

A small cry escapes you as you orgasm, your hips bucking against his bruising grip. But that doesn’t stop Mark; he finger fucks you through your high, and he doesn’t waste a single drop. He brings his fingers to his mouth, his piercing making another appearance as he licks his fingers clean. 

You can only stare at him as you attempt to catch your breath. With the way he’s looking at you and the obvious bulge in his pants, you know that Mark Lee is far from done with you. 

[nklmg]

Ren is a craftsman, he should be able to make an IL figurine, right?

Ren has a nice spare block of wood and he was waiting for his Curio in the furnace, his hands felt bored so he decided to crave it into something. After a while, he unconsciously carved a small Yinyue sitting in his palm. The wooden Yinyue looked at him prettily, hair long and silk-like draped over one shoulder, one hand extended outward like calling for Ren. He was dressed in a tight undershirt and loose pants, the one has a huge window at the front, giving an impression of his tits going to jump out at any time. Ren rubbed his rough fingerpad over the wooden Yinyue’s small plump and petals-like lips, imagining the real person slyly kissed on Ren’s fingers while his eyes twinkled playfully. Yinyue would have guided his hands to his (the figurine’s) small waist, reminding him how grabbable and fit the real deal was in his hands. He placed a longing kiss on Longzun’s bare ankle to end his worshipping ritual. The ankle adorns a silver bracelet that he made, exactly like the one hanging on the figurine.

Something that was supposed for killing time turned into another side project for Ren. He searched his whole workshop for a jade block with the correct color for Yinyue’s horns and tail, and another block that has a verdigris color for his eyes. The man ended up cracking two new, expensive blocks of gem but perfect for his figurine. It worthed every strale, seeing the figurine being truthful to the real Yinyue Jun down to the shade of his nails or the mole on his pelvis.

Ren can’t stop looking at the lifelike figurine, lowkey feeling proud and smug of himself. Then he made another, then another, Ren sunk too deep in the ‘zone’ that he almost burnt his Curio to ashes. 

When the young Jing Yuan came to find him a month later, he was bending over a Yinyue’s marble tiddies trying to sew the clothes on the statue. The white-hair youth looked around his workshop, eyes wide, his smile dimmed. Various sizes of Yinyue Jun models were scattered from the table tops to the floor, in different poses and materials (and states of undress). They all looked incredible, artistic and technical-wise,...but with a dubious sensual air surrounding them. It was the bare collar bone, the triangle dip at the statue’s lower back, the hint of erected nipples through the sheer top; made the young lieutenant’s cheeks burnt.

“They are Curios…,” Ren paused his hands to explain.

“I do hope you-,” Jing Yuan paused to look behind his back, then lowered his voice. He still kept that scolding tone, “ didn’t fuck them,...or give them any indecent usage. The Preceptors will have your head if they find out.”

“Who has the time for ‘that’? I have been busy since Yinyue Jun went on a business trip-.”

“Not anymore! I’m back, my beloved~!”

A Vidyadhara man with a pair of jade horns poked out from behind the lieutenant, luggage in hand. His face was bright with a hint of sweat, no doubt he flew straight from the harbor to the studio. The real model slowly looked around to take in the situation, his green tail floated behind elegantly slipped through obstacles. He nodded in approval as his eyebrows raised.

“Not bad at all. I can almost feel like looking in a mirror.” He stopped at a figurine of him extending his hand outward with an inviting, flushed expression. Ren carefully placed it on a high shelf and covered it with a glass cage. Actually, all figurines and statues of him were all treated with care, protecting them from dust. It made Dan Feng a bit jealous. The whole room was full of “him” looking at Ren working passionately all day and night while the real Yinyue only had a lonely cold suite, an empty bed for a whole month away.

“If…you need a live model, I’m always available.” He shyly suggested.

“I do!” Ren perked up immediately and flicked his head toward the back. Actually, he saw how the dragon's tail ruffled before flopping down in front of the figurine. As someone who was very well-versed in the tail’s language, Ren knew Longzun was feeling challenged. By a figurine of all things…

“There is one I’m struggling to make right.”

The mention of the “back room” made Dan Feng’s stomach did a flip in excitement. The Lord quickly covered his smile behind his long sleeve but couldn’t hide his tail wagging like crazy.

[novemberhush]

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[jdidolau]

447 - 452. (spicy 🔞)

(tags: makeout session, soft kissing, nipple play, first-time handjobs, mutual handjob(?), even more soft kissing) (ao3 link)

Dio was still hovering over Jonathan’s lap after taking a photo, knees spread wide over Jonathan’s thighs as he tapped away on his phone to post on his private Twitter account. Jonathan could feel the warm flush in his face and the stirrings of arousal in his gut as he watched Dio on top of him, a tiny smile on his glossy pink lips. His hands tightened slightly on Dio’s waist, keeping the blond steady as his thumbs lightly rubbed against the soft knit material of Dio’s red form-fitting sweater.

“I still can't believe you actually gifted me the same pair of earrings as the one from when we were trainees,” Dio remarked, chuckling as he put his phone away. He brought his gaze back down towards Jonathan, amber eyes glinting gold in the warm sunlight-yellow Christmas lights.

The room was dark except for the lit-up tree in the corner, and with Dio gazing down at him while not-quite-sitting astride Jonathan’s lap, he looked like an angel radiating gold and blooming red, from the light flush on his cheeks to the deep crimson of his sweater.

“Well, not quite...” Jonathan whispered, reverently touching the three little stars that traced the curve of Dio's right ear, just above the big golden star-shaped stud earring. “This one's new. I found this ear cuff and it made me think of you and your cute little moles.” He grinned as Dio lifted his hand to touch the three little moles near his left earlobe, perfectly mirrored by the ear cuff earring. “So every time you wear this, I want you to think of me.”

Dio hummed, amused, and fond. He lifted his other hand to touch the three little stars on his ear, before reaching out to brush his fingers against the star-shaped birthmark on Jonathan’s shoulder again, pale fingers lightly tucked under the collar of Jonathan’s deep-green button-up shirt.

“Like a part of my constellation, wasn't it? A part of my galaxy?” Dio teased, recalling the caption Jonathan had used in his tweet, which had been what inspired him to respond in kind, using a photo of Jonathan’s birthmark for his own tweet – the silver double-star necklace he gifted Jonathan was more of an afterthought in the photo.

Dio leaned down and pressed a kiss against the star on Jonathan’s shoulder. “You already are, Jojo. Always have been.” His fingers traced over the birthmark again, before he straightened up to look Jonathan in the eyes and gently cup his cheek. “Ever since we first met, I had this feeling that... there was something about you. Something that always drew my gaze to you. And it wasn't just because you were the spoiled rich son of the CEO. You just... always got my attention, whether I wanted to or not.”

Jonathan’s breath hitched, his heart pounding loudly in his chest. “I... I felt that way too, Dio. I still feel that way.” He curled his hand over Dio's on his cheek, cradling it against his face as he smiled up at his beloved, soft and warm. “You've had a hold on my heart ever since I first saw you, Dio. And my feelings for you only grew and grew as I got to know you more over the years. I really... really do love you, Dio.”

A deep flush had spread over Dio's cheeks, up to the tips of his ears and even down his neck. But his gaze was steady on Jonathan’s, and in that moment, Jonathan was sure they both felt like drowning in each other's eyes. To just be close and embrace each other, get lost in each other, forever.

“I know,” Dio whispered. “I... like you quite a lot, Jojo. I really...”

Jonathan grinned, warm affection rising inside him. Just from those words, from Dio’s gaze, from Dio’s touch, the depth of Dio’s feelings bled through and settled in his chest – they both knew it was much more than ‘like.’ Not quite ‘love’... but getting there.

“...I think I’m falling for you, Jonathan Joestar.”

Jonathan gasped. His eyes widened, pleasantly surprised and almost unable to believe what he’d just heard.

“I think I’ve been falling for quite a while now,” Dio confessed quietly, chuckling a little, as he brushed his thumb against Jonathan’s cheek. He grinned, laughing softly at Jonathan’s dumbstruck expression. Then he leaned down, seating himself properly on Jonathan’s thighs, and kissed him.

The press of Dio’s lips on his own finally snapped Jonathan out of his stupor, and he grasped Dio by the waist, squeezing tightly as he tipped himself forward, leaning into the kiss as he slipped his tongue inside Dio’s mouth, making the blond moan pleasantly.

Dio's hands were resting on Jonathan’s chest, one hand flush against the small exposed part of his chest from when Dio had unbuttoned his shirt just enough to get a photo of his birthmark. The metal of his new necklace was cold, contrasting to the pleasant heat of Dio’s hand on his skin.

After a few moments, they finally pulled away, breaths hot against each other’s lips. Jonathan tipped his chin just so, catching Dio’s lips in another kiss, chaste and sweet. Dio smiled, puckering his lips every so often, almost teasing, as he returned Jonathan’s languid little kisses. Jonathan chuckled, nuzzling his nose against Dio’s cheek and pressing a quick peck at his jaw before returning to kiss Dio’s lips, slower this time, almost savoring each other.

Dio’s fingers trailed down from his chest and started unbuttoning his shirt. Jonathan briefly took his hands off Dio's waist to help him from the bottom-up.

Dio pulled away, his amber eyes hooded and hazy as he gave Jonathan a warm, almost sappy smile. Jonathan grinned back and, unable to help himself, pressed another kiss to Dio’s lips, making the blond chuckle and return the kiss for a moment before lightly pressing against Jonathan’s shoulders. The brunet obliged, leaning back against the couch, similar to the position he’d been in earlier when Dio had taken his photo.

Dio lifted one well-manicured finger to trace Jonathan’s lips, the painted-gold fingernail lightly scraping the soft skin, tracing how Jonathan’s lipgloss had smudged from their kissing. Dio hummed approvingly, before redirecting his attention back to Jonathan’s exposed torso, pushing the shirt away just enough so he could see the expanse of Jonathan’s chest and abs.

The blond licked his lips as he trailed his fingers from Jonathan’s neck, down his chest, giving his pecs one firm squeeze with both hands before brushing his fingers down Jonathan’s abs, making the brunet shiver at the ticklish feeling, his abdominal muscles contracting. Dio bit his lip and pressed his fingers down harder as he continued trailing them down Jonathan’s stomach, his long nails leaving light scratches on the tanned skin.

Then, finally, he reached Jonathan’s pants and started unbuckling the belt.

Oh. Jonathan swallowed, licking his lips as he watched Dio’s deft fingers slowly tug his belt and pants open, before sliding over Jonathan’s clothed dick, making the brunet shiver and groan. He twitched in Dio’s hand, and in his periphery, he could see Dio’s lips quirk up at the corners.

Dio cupped Jonathan’s bulge and gave him a gentle squeeze, making Jonathan groan again. Encouraged, Dio started to fondle him through his boxer briefs as he leaned forward to press kisses along Jonathan’s neck and chest. Jonathan’s hands tightened their grip on Dio’s waist, tilting his neck to give Dio more access, while trying not to buck impatiently against Dio’s hand.

And then Dio tugged at Jonathan’s underwear, pulling his cock out – and paused.

Sensing this, Jonathan glanced towards the blond, and noticed the mix of emotions on his face – surprise, jealousy, awe, arousal, and a tinge of intimidation.

Jonathan lightly squeezed Dio’s waist, trying to catch his attention. “Dio?”

Dio made a small sound of acknowledgement, still staring at Jonathan’s dick in his unmoving hand.

“...Do you still want to continue?”

Before Jonathan could start reassuring that he wouldn’t mind if they stopped now, Dio gave a small nod, whispering, “Yeah.”

Then, carefully, Dio wrapped his fingers around Jonathan’s cock, giving one experimental squeeze as he moved his hand up along its length. Jonathan groaned, his fingers clenching, bunching and stretching the fabric of Dio’s sweater, but Dio didn’t seem to mind, a tiny smirk visible on his lips as he gave Jonathan a quick glance.

Dio kept his pace slow at first as he moved his hand on Jonathan’s cock, noting the various sounds Jonathan made as he tested to see what the brunet liked – squeezing every so often, rubbing his thumb along the head, pressing the pad of his thumb against the slit. Tiny pants and groans slipped past Jonathan’s lips, on the brink of begging Dio to go faster, but not wanting to pressure him.

Finally, it seemed Dio had had enough of teasing and testing him, taking a surer hold around Jonathan’s cock and starting to stroke in earnest, his pace faster now as he tugged and twisted his wrist, and Jonathan moaned, hips twitching involuntarily as he tried to chase his pleasure. Dio glanced towards Jonathan’s face, and licked his lips. Jonathan must look like quite a sight to the blond, with his dark brown locks no doubt in a sweaty disarray, his cheeks ruddy, his lips parted as he continued to moan, and his eyes deep dark depths of lust and adoration.

Dio kissed him, swallowing Jonathan’s groan as his slender hand continued to pump Jonathan to completion—

“Dio.” Jonathan pulled away, separating from Dio’s lips with a wet smack. “Dio,” he repeated, softly, wrapping a hand around Dio’s wrist, simply holding it.

The blond paused, glancing up at him inquisitively.

“Dio, I... I want to touch you too, please. May I?”

Dio huffed out a laugh. “For a moment there, I thought it was something serious, Jojo.”

“It is,” Jonathan agreed gravely. “I need to touch you badly.”

The blond grinned, sharp. “Well, if you need it so badly...” He pulled his hand away, sitting back on Jonathan’s thighs and resting his hands on Jonathan’s chest. “I’m all yours, Jojo~”

Jonathan kissed him, soft and chaste. “Thank you, my love,” he whispered, smiling at the bright flush rising in Dio’s cheeks at the pet name.

He didn’t use it often, and when he did, it was usually over text. Seeing Dio’s adorable blush in person made him want to try even more pet names for him, but they both knew they had to be careful, just in case they slipped up in public. Still, the rare occasions he used one on Dio always made his insides flood with warmth, especially if he got to see Dio’s reaction to it.

He gave another quick kiss to Dio’s lips before pressing more kisses along his jaw, and then his ear. Jonathan licked along the four stars on Dio’s ear, the taste of metal on his tongue and the sound of Dio’s appreciative hum in his ear, before he moved to the other ear to do the same. He licked across those adorable little moles, and Dio gasped, stifling a moan.

They stared at each other, both equally surprised at Dio’s reaction. The pinkness in Dio’s cheeks darkened, and Jonathan, intrigued, leaned forward once more and sucked on the dotted lobe. Dio moaned, shivering and digging his nails into Jonathan’s chest before moving his hands to grip more securely on Jonathan’s shoulders as the brunet continued to lick and suck on the sensitive ear.

“Th-that’s enough, Jojo!” Dio whined, pushing lightly against Jonathan’s shoulders, and the brunet withdrew without resistance, pressing one last kiss to Dio’s moles.

“Sorry, love. Too much?”

“No, I want more, idiot,” Dio hissed, then sighed. “Sorry. No, it’s fine, I just... it was nice, but I want you to touch me elsewhere.” He reached up and gave a light tug at Jonathan’s curls, leaning forward to nip at his bottom lip. “Give me more, Jojo.”

“Of course, my love.”

Jonathan resumed his kisses along Dio’s jaw, before trailing them down Dio’s neck, licking and nipping at the skin as he tugged down the low collar of his mock-turtleneck.

“N-no marks,” Dio gasped, gripping Jonathan’s hair, as if to reprimand him. “We have a... a performance tomorrow.”

Jonathan suppressed a pout, but obliged, soothing the lightly bitten skin with licks and kisses before pressing a quick kiss against Dio's sternum, leaning back a bit to eye the boob window on Dio's sweater. It wasn’t very wide, just a couple inches at best, but ran all along the front of Dio’s chest, the deep red color of the fabric seeming to deepen the faint flush on Dio’s chest.

“Dio... may I touch you more? Here?” Jonathan moved his hands up from Dio's waist to just beneath his chest, not quite touching, but almost framing it in a way, his fingers pressed against the sides of Dio’s ribs and his thumbs stretched across his upper abdomen, mere inches from the underside of Dio’s pecs.

Dio just chuckled, amused. “No need to be so cautious, Jojo. Touch me as you like.”

Jonathan flushed and obliged once more, moving his hands up to cup Dio’s chest and giving it a firm squeeze, much like how Dio did with him earlier. But unlike Jonathan’s lack of reaction, Dio shivered. Curious, Jonathan squeezed again, a bit harder this time, pushing Dio’s chest up and briefly letting go, letting them bounce back down. Dio’s nipples brushed against Jonathan’s palms, and Dio bit down on his lip and held back a moan.

Jonathan’s eyes darkened. He repositioned his hands, grabbing as much of Dio’s pecs as he could in each hand, and started to knead the ample chest, squeezing and pinching every so often, thumbing at Dio's nipples through the fabric of the sweater, making Dio gasp and buck on his lap.

Jonathan’s cock twitched. Licking his lips, he tugged at the bottom of the boob window, just enough so Dio’s nipples finally peeked out, perky and pink and perfect. The stretchy but form-fitting material of the sweater pushed up the underside of Dio's chest, making them look bigger, the swell of them much more pronounced. It almost seemed like presenting Dio's chest to Jonathan, like a feast all for him.

Jonathan swallowed, and leaned down, licking at one of the rosy buds while pinching the other, his hands squeezing and groping Dio’s chest once more. Dio moaned, an almost broken sound, as he ground his hips against Jonathan, tugging harshly at his hair.

“J-Jojo...!” Dio whimpered, arching his back while pressing Jonathan’s head closer to his chest, and Jonathan hummed around the sensitive nipple, lightly grazing his teeth on it. “Jojo! Jojo, Jojo, please, touch me– touch me, Jojo!”

Jonathan blindly groped at Dio’s pants, fumbling with his belt and zipper for a few moments as he tried to open both with only one hand, stubbornly refusing to let go of the soft chest within his hold, before he finally pulled Dio’s cock out. Before he could do more, though, Dio pushed at his shoulders again. He grumbled, finally letting go of Dio’s chest and giving his boyfriend a pitiful pout. Dio laughed at his expression.

“Do you like my chest that much, you pervert?” Dio teased, shaking his head. “Later. I need to come, now.”

Jonathan looked down to see Dio gripping both of their cocks in one pale hand, and Jonathan took a moment to admire the way their sizes and skin tones contrasted against each other, before Dio began to jerk them both off and rut against Jonathan. The brunet bit back a curse at the press of heat and slick skin against his own, coupled with the softness of Dio’s hand and the firmness of his grip. He wrapped his own hand around them both, opposite Dio’s hand, his thumb pressed right against Dio’s fingers, and followed Dio's pace, brushing his thumb and forefinger over the heads of their cocks every so often. His other hand reached around and grasped a handful of Dio’s ass, squeezing and kneading as Dio gasped and moaned on his lap.

“Jojo, I’m– I’m about to—”

“Yeah, m-me too. Dio...”

Jonathan grit his teeth, suppressing the urge to dive forward and bite down on Dio’s skin, to leave a mark on the pale expanse of his throat and chest right there in front of him, but he shouldn’t, he couldn’t—

And then he saw Dio's nipples, the hardened pink buds still bobbing up and down in front of his face. He dove in and bit down, and Dio yelped, coming all over their hands and Jonathan’s stomach.

Panting slightly, teeth still sunk into the sensitive pink flesh, Jonathan wrapped his lips around the bud and attempted to soothe the bite, sucking and licking gentler than before, apologetic. He pulled Dio a little closer as the blond slumped against him, pressing his face against Jonathan’s shoulder, evidently feeling a bit drained from his orgasm.

Jonathan continued to suckle at Dio’s chest, savoring the little noises Dio was making as he gripped at Jonathan’s hair. Jonathan continued to tug at his own cock, rocking slightly into his hand as he chased his climax. After a moment, Dio curled his fingers around Jonathan’s to help, turning his head a bit to kiss and nuzzle at the side of Jonathan’s neck, and Jonathan shivered, letting out a small moan as he finally came, spilling all over his own stomach as well.

They caught their breath for a moment, Jonathan relaxing back against the couch once more. Dio half-heartedly wiped his hand on Jonathan’s shirt before tiredly wrapping his arms around Jonathan’s shoulders, breathing softly against Jonathan’s neck. Jonathan sighed, content, and returned the embrace, gently rubbing a hand along the expanse of Dio’s back.

They held each other for a few long moments, just basking in the afterglow, and the knowledge that they had taken another step deeper into the more intimate side of their relationship.

The night had gotten even darker outside the windows, and the warm glow of the Christmas lights on the tree almost seemed like sunshine, casting a pleasant light on the two lovers on the sofa, with only the soft sounds of their breathing filling the silence.

“...Was I too rough?" Jonathan whispered, a bit worried, referring to how he’d bitten Dio's nipple earlier. “I didn’t leave marks, like you said, so I just kind of...”

A small laugh burst out of Dio at that. He turned his head, and even though they couldn’t meet each other’s gazes, Jonathan knew Dio must be smirking at him, an amused twinkle in his amber eyes. “So you bit down on my poor nipple instead?"

Jonathan winced. “Sorry.”

Dio chuckled, and slowly pushed himself up so he could kiss him. “It’s fine, Jojo. I quite liked it, if you didn’t notice,” he teased, gesturing towards the mess on Jonathan’s stomach, making the brunet laugh.

“Alright, I get it.” Jonathan chuckled again, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss against Dio's abused nipple in apology. Dio shivered, oversensitive, though his spent dick still gave a tiny twitch.

“We should clean up,” Dio grumbled, moving to get up. Jonathan grasped his waist again, holding him in place.

“Let’s stay like this for a little longer,” Jonathan said, smiling. He kissed Dio’s sternum. “Please?”

Dio huffed and rolled his eyes, but Jonathan could tell it was fond. The blond pressed close again, capturing Jonathan’s lips in a quick kiss. “If my loyal servant so wishes~”

Jonathan chuckled, nuzzling against Dio’s cheek. “I’m honored, milord~”

[visceravalentines]

Smut prompt 110 with Vincent my love? He’s so hhhrrrnnngg Yknow

"For your safety, I'll be gentle."

Vincent Sinclair x GN!Reader

Thanks for this, Vince and I have hit a new level in our relationship. 😁

1.6k words

Smut, Vinny gets rough, mild choking, marking, biting, manhandling, creampie

Waking up in Vincent’s workshop always felt like melting out of one dream and into another.  The flickering of the boiler, the sweet, deep smell of wax and earth, the quiet, crackling sound of Vincent playing Chopin or Metallica through his little radio speaker with the volume turned way down so as not to disturb you.  The man himself, bent over his sketchbook or a canvas with his gorgeous long hair like a curtain shutting out everything but his own thoughts.  It was like a fairy tale, some alchemist’s lair. 

You didn’t remember falling asleep.  You remembered what came before.  So did your body.  The dopamine hadn’t quite faded from your veins, even after a few hours’ sleep.  You’d never been with anyone quite like Vincent Sinclair.  He had an uncanny knack for picking up on every detail of your pleasure, every muscle spasm, every gasp.  And he remembered it all, recited it like a litany with his mouth and hands whenever you let him. 

It was unquestionably the best sex you’d ever had. 

You rolled onto your side on his cot, adjusted your legs gingerly around the pleasant soreness between them.  He was sitting staring at a canvas, hands on his knees.  Examining his own work, making notes, finding flaws no one else could see.  He was still shirtless, wearing a pair of sweatpants that was holding onto his hips for dear life.  He was maskless too, a recent and monumental milestone in your relationship. 

You watched him for a while, the way he chewed his lower lip with concentration, the way his hands could not keep still for even a second, long fingers tapping and flexing on his thighs, scratching at a spot of wax in the fabric, rubbing his thumb over his cuticles. 

“Vincent,” you said softly at last.  That sole, precious eye flicked over to you in a sudden realization that you were awake.  The suggestion of a smile graced his lips. 

“My love,” he signed with one hand.  “Come here?” 

You stretched and pushed aside the thin blanket, padded over to him.  He gave the canvas one last look before turning his full attention to you, guiding you into his lap and wrapping his lithe arms around you. 

“You feel good, beloved?” he asked. 

“Wonderful,” you sighed.  You gazed up at him.  “You’re…quite the lover.” 

He had this adorable twisted, close-mouthed grin that appeared whenever he felt genuine mirth.  “I'm telling Bo you said that.”  You laughed out loud. 

Your fingertips traced the invisible lines between moles on his arm.  “I feel like it’s always about me, though.  I want it to be about you.  I want to make you feel good, Vin.” 

Vincent looked down at you with his head cocked, a silent request for more information. 

You ran your thumb over his collarbones.  He still wouldn’t let you touch his face.  “It feels like you’re…holding back sometimes.  I want you to let go.” 

He considered you for a second, leaned down to kiss you sweetly.  “But you are what’s important,” he signed close to his cheek. 

“You’re important.”  You could feel his heartbeat under your hand.  “I want you to take what you want, Vincent.”  His expression was inscrutable, wary.  You kissed him again, stroked his chest, his arms.  “That would make me happy,” you whispered, a breath away from his lips.  “If you used me.” 

His brow was furrowed, but you felt his cock jump against your thigh.  You couldn’t fault him for being reluctant; he took a lot of convincing when it came to doing anything for his own benefit. 

When he finally released you, his pupil was blown, his eye glittering with something besides the candlelight.  His chest rose and fell with the effort of restraint.  “Are you sure?” he signed sloppily. 

You circled his nipple with your thumb, rocked your hips innocuously to coax up his erection.  “I want you to use me, Vincent.  However you’d like.” 

You kissed him again, the tip of your tongue teasing at his lip.  He hesitated for only a few seconds before meeting your persuasion with hunger, pushing your tongue aside to make room for his own.  You loosed a soft moan, arched against him when his hands fell to your hips and squeezed gently.  He took your lip in his teeth, bit and sucked on it. 

You nodded, alight with anticipation.  “Please.  Show me what you need.” 

The words were barely out of your mouth before he was stealing your breath again, kissing you with a fervor he had often brought out of you but never shown himself.  His hands were all over you, under the shirt you wore, groping and grasping at your flesh.  With little effort he repositioned you so you were straddling him, fingers digging into your ass, grinding your bare sex against him.  You gasped when he pulled away from your lips to suck on your neck, hard. 

“Vincent,” you breathed. 

Immediately he stopped, head snapping up to look at you with a mix of concern and craving on his face. 

You shook your head quickly.  “I’m okay.  I’m…god, Vincent.”  You laced your fingers through the hair at the base of his skull and brought his face back to your throat.  You felt his tongue on your skin, goosebumps rippling down your entire body.  He was gripping you tight enough to leave bruises, rocking you against him with increasing urgency.  Those sweatpants were fighting a losing battle. 

He lifted his head again, a pretty flush on his cheek.  You opened your mouth but he cut you off before you could speak. 

“I’ll be gentle,” he signed quickly.  “For your safety.” 

“I – okay.” 

In one fluid motion, Vincent stood and lifted you onto the workbench at the same time.  He shoved the sweats to the floor, erection springing free, the tip glistening with his arousal.  He pulled you against him, hitched your legs over his hips, his cock prodding at your entrance. 

There was a beat, a pause.  He kissed your forehead.  Then his hand was on your throat, pushing you back and pinning you against the wooden tabletop.  You instinctively locked your ankles behind his back.  He eased himself into you slowly, deliberately, his head falling back, teeth bared.  You let out a soft whine, arching your spine against the tabletop.  His grip on your neck tightened and for a moment the basement was filled with stars. 

You gasped, your windpipe jumping against his palm.  He gave a few experimental thrusts and you felt your sore muscles part around him.  The tender sting gave way quickly to an irresistible heat. 

His hands found your wrists and trapped them against the waxy wood at your sides.  He ramped up his pace rapidly, fucked you hard in the shadow of every canvas he’d ever made, his grip almost crushing, his eye blazing.  His hair fell over his face.  He paid it no mind.  You couldn’t tear your gaze away; he was beautiful and terrible, the lust on his face raw and unguarded. 

Without warning he released your wrists and pulled out of you, took hold of your hips and yanked you halfway off the tabletop, easing you to the ground.  He circled his finger in an unmistakable sign. 

“Turn around.” 

You obeyed, panting, faced the table and bent forward.  He grabbed your hips to position you where he wanted you, then pushed halfway into you with a single thrust, drew back slowly, did it again and again until your ass was pressed against his stomach and he was buried inside you to the hilt.  It felt like being coveted, being claimed, being conquered. 

Then he stopped, left you quivering and clenching desperately around his length.  You twisted to look back at him.  He was drinking it in, the sight of you doubled over and helpless in front of him, with a ravenous expression on his face.  He ran one broad hand up your spine, grasped the back of your neck, squeezed firmly.   

A snap of his hips made your breath hitch in your throat.  “V-Vincent,” you whimpered.  He did it again and you cried out. 

The heat of his firm chest pressed against your back.  He laced his fingers through yours, stretched your arms out long in front of you, splaying you over the table.  The angle of his thrusts was indescribable, deeper than you thought possible, and you were powerless to do anything but choke out his name. 

You came apart as he laid kisses down the back of your neck, the simultaneous brutality and tenderness too much to withstand.  Vincent pounded through your climax, driving you into frenzied overstimulation, groaning low in his throat as you bucked against him. 

When he hit his release, he sank his teeth into the crook of your neck, squeezing your hands as he came deep inside you.  You could feel him breathing hard against your back.  Your shirt was damp with sweat from both of you.  Vincent nuzzled your ear before pulling away, his hands on your waist to steady you, or maybe himself, or maybe both. 

You turned around and looked up at him.  His face was flushed, brow knit with concern.  “You okay?” he signed. 

You grinned up at him, wrapped your arms around his bare torso and held him against you.  “I’m so good, love.” 

The relief on his face was quickly replaced with a smile – a real smile.  He slumped forward, pressed his lips to your brow.  You set your head on his chest and listened to his heart rate slow back to normal, overwhelmed with affection for this man who simply could not see how marvelous he was. 

“You know, Vin?  We oughta make you the priority more often.” 

[kisscookin]

HOW DOES YOUR BELOVED FUTURE SPOUSE LOOK LIKE?

TAROT PICK A CARD READING

Hi! Welcome to coffee time with KissCookin. Today I prepared another tarot pick-a-card reading about your beloved future spouse! Bring yourself a cup of hot tea, coffee, milk, alcohol and sit comfortably. Pick a photo that you feel the most pulled into and check what cards says about your future spouse’s appearance! <3

In advance I apologize for any grammar, language or orthography mistakes. I do not own any of these pictures. 

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LEFT: TEAM 1, TEAM 2, TEAM 3: RIGHT

TEAM 1

your future spouse looks breathtaking in blue and red. they may also have sky blue or grey eyes. they may wear glasses. round face. rather tall. slender figure,  toned body. nevertheless very strong person. they may have brown hair/slightly lighter color than most of people living in they place. they like wearing accessories in their hair and hats/caps. if it's female, their body is curvy and her breasts are full (prominent cancer/moon placement). if men — they have strong/outstanding calves; legs in general (prominent sagittatius, capricorn placement). they may have very sensitive skin, proned to the rash. their skin might have reddish tone (mars or aries 1H). regardless of gender, they ooze feminine energy. they love loose, baggy, full covering clothes. they might have nipple pirecing?

channeled song: BTS Jin — Moon

TEAM 2

your future spouse face is very expressive. is unique and it shines its own light. they are somehow unconventional in the way they look. they eyes are perked up, and they shine (capricorn/neptune/moon rising?). their eyes store every single star from universe. this type of eyes that you can’t stop looking into. average to very tall, regardless gender. they love extravagant clothes, they enjoy wearing fashionable clothes, big brands. expensive person, expensive looks. might have brown eyes. for hair color im getting very dark brown, or very light blonde — the one that looks like sunshine. some of them may be bald with beard. they kinda look like saturn idk. if they are woman, they butt is juicy. woman might enjoy wearing pink/purple eyeshadow. if they are male, they body is muscular, wide shoulders, narrow butt. sporty body, strong arms.

channeled song: the weeknd — shameless

TEAM 3 

your future spouse looks like your total opposition. like in team 1 a lot of blue. so maybe their aura is blue or maybe they eyes looks like water. i heard that they enjoy dyeing hair very often. they look amazing in red, green, and blue color. they have milion purses and bags, backpacks. they never wear one outfit two times. they give my royal vibes. maybe that’s why blue stands out so much here. they walk and move in elegant, tender way. i saw little bit tired-looking eyes. probably they have pisces rising or neptune 1H. when it comes to hair, could be any color, since they dye them often. blonde, black, dark brown, even ginger. they may have freckles or cute moles.

channeled song: BTS — dynamite (bombastic aura, maybe they enjoy wearing 80s/90s clothes)

I hope you guys enjoyed today's future spouse PAC! Please let me know if you liked it, give me feedback! I really appreciate every message from you guys. Follow, like, reblog. It really motivates me to working further. Take care <3

Kiss Cookin

[katajanokka]

Bold what applies to your OC

Tagged my the wonderful @slothssassin, vielen, vielen Dank. ;)

Tagging @b-lighted, @nalimeria, @nerdierholler and @ellstersmash - no obligation of course. :) Doing this for my beloved Lilja Lavellan!

BODY

Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Toned thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms.Toned arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Small waist. Average waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Narrow shoulders. Broad shoulders. Average shoulders. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.

HEIGHT

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm.171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Moles. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scars. Birthmarks.

EYES

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Violet. Pink. Green. Gold. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

HAIR

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Afro. Shoulder length.  Back length. Waist length. Past hip-length. Buzz cut. Bald. Weave. Hair  extensions. Jaw length. Mohawk. Dreadlocks. Box braids. Faux locks.  White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Ash Blonde. Blonde. Ombre.  Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown.  Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Red. Auburn. Dyed. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows.

TATTOOS / PIERCINGS

Full  sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. Back tattoo. Shoulder blade tattoo. One tattoo. Face tattoo. Hand tattoo. A few here and  there. Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing.  Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings.  Earlobe piercings. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue  piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Top of the ear. Tragus piercing. Angel  bites. Labret. Stretched out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel  piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

COSMETICS

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Nude lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow.Smoky  eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears war paint from time to time. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Rarely wears make-up.

SCENT

Floral. Herbal. Earthy. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturiser. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Fur. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Metal. Rain.

CLOTHES

Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/Form-fitting dress. Cardigans. Tunic. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports-T-shirt. Sweatpants. Tanktop.  Cut off t-shirt. Designer. High street. Leather jacket. Thrift.  Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Waistcoat. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers/Boxer-Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sportsbra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt.  Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Cotton. Linen. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Light colors. White. Black. Dark colours. Fur/Fauxfur. Revealing clothing. Heavy armor. Medium armor. Light Armor.

SHOES

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes.

[quiveringbunny]

Olicity Fanfic - The Bargain  (E)

Hey Gang. Normally I tag you for a day post. Hope you won’t mind that I’ve used my tag list to tell you about this story I’ve just finished. I tried to write it for the @olicityhiatusficathon, but I’m really late posting for the prompt - Taste. 

I hope that you will enjoy it. Please do look for some actual day posts this week. I want to share some pretty with you. Also apologies if you are not keen to receive an E rated story. It’s under the cut, if you aren’t into this sort of thing. 

Massive thanks to @tinaday3w for being amazing, encouraging and reading. 

THE BARGAIN by Quiveringbunny

(via AO3)

Oliver returned home from his office late on Friday night.

Home. He had moved back in with Felicity four weeks ago and it had been twenty-nine amazing days of waking up together, feeling safe and warm and deeply loved. Twenty-nine days of teasing and laughing together over private jokes and public gaffes in the lair that let everyone know that “Mom and Dad” had found each other again. Twenty-nine days of honest words and well-earned tears. It was wonderful.

Oliver dropped his messenger bag by the door, pulled off his loosened tie and jacket, and tossed them on the back of a chair. Somewhat tired eyes surveyed the empty room and his hand thoughtlessly moved up to stroke his goatee. It was a new habit now that his beard was longer.

He knew Felicity was in the penthouse. She had texted him thirty minutes earlier, having knocked off work herself at 9pm. Starting her own company, Smoak Technologies, resulted in some grueling days, but it was worth it. Oliver saw the light in her eyes when she talked about the latest obstacle she had met and bested in the lab or the growing board room. She loved being a job creator and luring talented young tech people to join the company. Each new hire was a source of pride.

Deciding Felicity was upstairs, Oliver ascended two steps at a time. Entering their bedroom…their bedroom made him smirk a little. He loved the blue tones. The new linens they’d picked up at Bed, Bath and Beyond were soft and Felicity’s hair shimmered against the colorful sheets.

The smirk drifted away when he realized she wasn’t in the bedroom either. A flash of panic was replaced with a sigh when he noticed light from the widely-cracked bathroom door. He knew what that meant. She was there and he was invited. Fantastic.

He quickly tugged his white dress shirt out of his pants and started unbuttoning it as he headed for the entrance. Softly batting the door open, he wasn’t prepared for the sight of Felicity sitting against the ledge of the bathtub. She was wearing a dusky rose satin slip with spaghetti straps that teased her curves all the way down until it draped loosely against her thighs. Her hair was up, exposing her shoulders and neck. Oliver appreciated that very much. He watched her fingers glance across the water-filled heated soaking tub as she noticed him at the door.

“Hi,” he whispered with a labored breath. The lights were dim and seemed to beg for a quiet greeting. He couldn’t stop admiring all of her – even her adorable bare feet looked sexy in this scenario.

“Hi yourself,” she grinned back.

Oliver began to advance, anxious to kiss her after the long day, but she held her hands up to halt him.

“Wait a minute, Mister. I have a plan.”

Oliver stopped, frustrated. His eyes adopted the puppy look he knew might waiver her resolve.

“What plan is that? Whatever it is, I’m right there with you.”

“Is it the outfit?” Felicity chuckled, standing to present it more effectively. Oliver nodded his response.

“You want to touch it don’t you?” She gave him her sexiest smile and it stole the moisture from his mouth.

“Yes,” he nearly coughed out. “Yes, I do.”

“Give me your hands.” As soon as he offered them, Felicity took them in hers and gently placed them against her waist and hip, slowly rubbing them against the sensuous fabric.

Felicity deliberately guided his palms around her curves, slipping against the satin and tantalizing him with warmth and softness. So much of Oliver’s life had been about ugliness, hardship and pain, she took every opportunity to find balance with gentleness and beauty. She could see his face relax as his fingers moved along her smooth ribcage and down the slope of her rear.

“Nice,” was all he said aloud, kneading her flesh lightly through the cool pink-hued material. Meanwhile, Felicity swallowed hard and tried to maintain her composure. She might be running the show, but that didn’t mean she was unaffected by the man and his ministrations.

Oliver locked on her eyes. “I’d like to kiss you now. Does that interfere with your plans?”

Felicity chuckled. “I think that can be accommodated. No tongue though.”

The Arrow, her beloved boyfriend, pouted. It was hilarious. And adorable. Especially when he replied.

“Was I bad or something?”

“No more than usual,” she teased. “It’s just if the kiss gets out of hand, I know my plan will be ruined. So, do you still want to kiss me?”

“Mmm hmm.” Oliver leaned down, hands still resting on her loveliness, and planted a warm kiss that worshiped her bottom lip. Felicity pulled away when she sensed it was about to escalate.

“Thank you. That was very nice.” Her voice was soft and she sounded a bit drunk.

Oliver nodded and sighed. His heavy-lidded eyes drifted down to focus on the lovely expanse of skin she displayed – from her smooth neck down to the décolletage revealed by the deep cut of her gown. Then, he studied her shoulders, deciding on the perfect spot, before he leaned down and buried his face in the hollow above her collarbone. His beard rubbed against her neck, softly abrading the flesh there. He barely heard her wince at the scratch of it.

Open kisses. He dragged his lips along her flesh and his needy tongue darted out to sample her skin’s peaks and valleys. He would have made his way to her breast next to worship the firm nipple that was tantalizing him through her slip, but she gently pushed him away.

“My plan. Remember?”

He pouted again. Because it worked so well the first time. Felicity tilted her head and smirked at him.

“I’m going to need you naked for the next part,” she informed him in a matter-of-fact way.

It only took a split second for Oliver to process the request and before you could say, “You have failed this city,” his clothing was no longer an obstacle to whatever was to come next. He gave her a smirky grin, which was either due to his pride in completing the task, or the impressive erection the act had loosed.

“Sex ninja,” Felicity muttered, trying to school her reaction. The comment was not lost on Oliver, who tilted his head and quirked his eyebrow in a challenge. Something wrong with that?

“Get in the tub, Oliver. I drew this bath for you.”

This time, he didn’t hesitate. He just nodded and climbed in, slowly lowering himself into the warm water. His skin bloomed with color from the heightened temperature and the sigh he emitted once he settled into it was genuine. She watched as he stretched his arms out to lazily rest them on the edge of the tub.

Felicity observed him with a smile. It was good to see the man she loved letting go of the stress of the day. Also, it could not be stated strongly enough, he looked delicious in the bath. When his eyes fluttered closed, she made her move.

Oliver felt her foot beside his calf first and it caused him to look up. His beautiful Felicity was joining him, still dressed like a goddess. She hiked up the skirt momentarily to straddle his legs and perch around  his thighs. The fabric darkened as it got wet and the feel of it heavy against his legs excited him even further.

Taking in the picture in his head, Oliver chewed his bottom lip. This was a great Friday night. As much as he wanted to draw her in his arms now, he saw she still wore a determined expression. He would wait. The reward would be worth it. He continued to hold back as Felicity steadied herself in the unusual position – not the straddling, but the slippery situation – by planting her hands on his broad shoulders. An embarrassed grin quickly morphed into a serious expression as she settled against him.

“Oliver, I guess you’re wondering why I’ve brought you here,” she said gravely. He arched an eyebrow.

“Well, I kind of assumed it was for sex. Hot, wet, sexy nightgown sex. But the way you just said that sounds more like you want to tell me you’re breaking up with me. Which would be a big turnaround given what your slip is doing to my cock right now.” He was teasing her.

Felicity stifled a laugh, but gave him a wide smile. “Yes, that would be weird. I’m not that complicated, Oliver. And I love you more than I can say.”

“Good,” he sighed dramatically. “So tell me, my love, why have you trapped me in the bathtub tonight?”

“I love everything about you, you know that, right?”

“You make me feel that every day, Felicity.”

“And you know that I wouldn’t want to change you. Not you in here.” She emphasized by laying her hand on his chest, above his heart. “I’m not one of those women who wants to mold her man. Right?”

“Yes. I know. And I appreciate that.”

“Which is why I have been hesitant to say anything. To ask you to do something. So, I got this idea that maybe it would be better if I asked you to do it as part of a quid pro quo sort of arrangement. You get something. I get something.”  

“This is getting weird. But I’m still interested because you are insanely beautiful to me right now.”

“Good,” she laughed. “Because lately you’ve been…frustrating me, Oliver.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, well, I’ve never mentioned it before, but one of the things I love to do…that mole by your lip makes me crazy, you know. And since you grew this ridiculous beard, I can’t taste it properly. It’s like I can’t get close enough to you anymore.”

“Oh,” he replied, thoughts rushing through his head.

“You don’t like the goatee?” His hand moved up to stroke his chin once again. It was as if the facial hair knew it was in danger.

Felicity made a grumpy face and shook her head. “Nope. I love your face. I love the scruff. But all of this…” she waved around his jaw. “Oliver, it has the word goat in it for a reason. I want to see your face again. I need to lick that mole. Without so much fur…pointy fur in the way. You look like a cartoon character or something. No offense.”

“I see.” He was obviously considering the request and trying not to let the circumstances distract him. But it was hard. And so was he.

Felicity waited, silently, still worried she might have hurt his feelings.

“I’m thinking about it,” he finally responded. His eyebrows raised in a challenge. “You mentioned quid pro quo.”

“Yes, I did. I think that’s only fair.” Felicity nodded.

“So, what did you have in mind?”

“Well, see…that would be up to you. You get to decide.”

Oliver considered the offer carefully. For like sixty whole seconds. And then he smiled his wickedest smile and fixed his eyes on hers with extra heat.

“Okay.” His voice was almost a whisper.

Felicity brightened and her head drifted back in triumph. “Yes!”

She giggled and threw her arms around his neck for a hug, causing the water to slosh against the sides of the tub. He accepted the embrace gladly, but was looking forward to escalating the evening.

When Felicity finally let go and straightened up, she looked at him with a resigned expression. "So, Oliver. What will it be?”

Oliver’s lips curled into a mischievous smirk. “So many possibilities.”

Felicity’s eyebrows raised.

“I think…showtime.” He looked self-satisfied following the declaration. “Yeah, that’s it.”

“Showtime?” she countered.

“Uh huh. It’s a personal favorite.”

Felicity nodded. She knew exactly what he meant.

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They had been on the road four days since leaving Star City, putting the nightmare of Ra’s al Ghul squarely in their rear view mirror. Days were spent motoring down the Pacific Coast highway in their ridiculously impractical Porsche convertible and stopping in little towns along the way to play tourist. They wandered through souvenir shops and quirky museums just to hold hands and steal kisses in dark corners. And at night they would find accommodation in a modest inn.

The evening of that fourth day they rented a small cottage near the west bank of the Russian River. The sun had been setting when they arrived, but they managed to open one of the bottles of wine they’d picked up at one of the exceptional wineries they had visited and enjoyed a couple of glasses while cuddling on the rustic outdoor deck before the sun disappeared completely.

When the night air became too cool, evidenced by the goosebumps dotting Felicity’s arms against his fingers, Oliver padded inside and attended to the fireplace in the main room. Felicity joined him and watched him work, wondering how many fires he’d had to make on Lian Yu without the benefit of dry newspaper and fireplace matches. When the flames were adequately stoked, Oliver hurtled himself onto the couch and pulled her into his arms. It was a playful move and Felicity’s heart thumped in her chest. This was their life now, free of danger.  

Their physical relationship was still new in many respects. They had made love in Nanda Parbat. It was intense and beautiful, but the encounter had not lasted long due to the more serious agenda at hand.

Their first night on the road after leaving home on their road trip had been passionate – an incendiary mix of their desire to connect once more and a sense of relief that they were alive and together once more.

Oliver had felt Felicity’s hot tears against his cheek when he finished shuddering against her and he first feared he had been too desperate to notice clues that she was not in sync with him. His heart leapt in his throat, but he then heard her whisper, “I love you so much. So much,” with such gravity in her voice, he knew hers were happy tears and he dried his own moist eyes against her soft hair.

Their second night together began in the afternoon and continued well into the early morning. It left them both a little sore and breathless. They were catching up on lost time in the best possible way, testing flat surfaces, hot muscle and soft curves. As a result, every time Oliver caught her eye over lunch at a diner, Felicity couldn’t help but blush and Oliver smirked because it had been that good and her blushing was adorable and outrageously hot at the same time.  

Due to the intensity of night two, night three was a subdued evening of making out and laughing at television from the cocoon of a motel bed. Purposeful misplacement of the remote resulted in occasional dives beneath the covers for tickling. They fell asleep smiling.

Now in front of the fireplace, they were entwined, as close as they could be, for a long time. They kissed and touched until their bodies were straining against each other with need. When he could no longer take the feeling of his pants strangling his manhood, Oliver scrambled off the sofa and scooped her in his arms, eliciting a delightful yelp. He carried her to the bed and tossed her on it effortlessly, leaving Felicity wide-eyed and seriously turned on.

After Oliver tugged his t-shirt over his head, he looked to her for approval and saw something…new. Felicity knelt on top of the duvet and appraised him in a way that was confident and irresistibly sexy. Oliver leaned down, resting his palms on the bed, and studied his girl.  Her breasts rose and fell beneath the cotton fabric of her sky-blue dress. Her spread knees tantalized with possibilities. But it was her dark eyes that taunted him, wordlessly.

“You are…wow,” he finally burbled. Yeah, he, Oliver Queen burbled. It was awkward and caused Felicity to bite her bottom lip.

“You have zero game right now, don’t you?” she countered. Oliver reacted with a curled lip. Challenge accepted.

“Very droll, Ms. Smoak.”

At this, Felicity’s senses heightened. Suddenly, she was back in her QC office, where hearing him growl her formal name made her hot and uncomfortably wet. Even at 9 am. And now the look on his face let her know that he was well aware of what he had done to her all those times and he was fucking unrepentant.

“I meant to say you’re incredible. You are exquisite. You are irresistible.”

“That’s more like it.” Her lips curled into a naughty grin that twisted his insides.

“And as much as I am tantalized by your body, I think the sexiest thing about you is your brain. And when I think about how you might apply that intellect to being intimate with me, I can’t fucking breathe.”

“Oliver.” She nodded back at him with a mysterious smile and ran a hand through her hair, and down around the back of her neck to rub her heated skin. Felicity’s other hand circled her thigh with increasing pressure.

“I want you to show me what you like.”

“You’ve done a pretty good job figuring that out this week, Oliver.”

“I know. I just…want you to teach me more tonight. I’d like to watch you.”

“You want me to…get myself off.” She stated matter-of-factly.

In some ways, this was the most intimate conversation between them all week. Felicity recognized that it signaled a step towards a deeper intimacy between them and she didn't hesitate. Oliver’s eyes reflected the love he had professed to her so many times now and she wanted, more than ever, to jump into it completely.

“Okay,” she practically panted. That single word allowed Oliver exhale. Then Felicity crooked her finger at him, beckoning him to crawl on the bed.

“Come closer.”

Oliver complied, the muscles on his abdomen clenching as he approached. Felicity knew she wasn’t going to need any further inspiration for her demonstration. Oliver Queen was ridiculous and perched two feet away from her, waiting to watch. He licked his lips and she almost moaned.

Felicity reached behind her and unzipped her dress. She pulled it over her head and tossed it on the floor with little flourish. This left her in a nude set of lingerie. Oliver’s fingers started doing that rubbing motion she’d observed in the past. Seeing this reaction, she felt good. Really good. And even more turned on, if that was possible.

With a lascivious look, Felicity banded her arm around her breasts and reached back to unhook her bra. She’d seen it in a movie and thought it looked like something fun to do. And, damn if it wasn’t. Felicity peeled the straps from her arms.

“Showtime,” fell from her lips and then she freed the lace garment to allow it to drop.

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Oliver watched her move back in the water until she reached the end of the tub and hoisted herself to set on the ledge in front of him. Water displaced in the tub, lowering the line to reveal Oliver’s torso more. Felicity admired him as she pulled her sodden skirt up to drape and drip across her upper thighs. She pulled her knees apart slowly and deliberately, delighting in the micro-expressions that passed over Oliver’s face. When he looked suitably expectant, evidenced by the way he was wetting his lips, she proceeded.

With the shower wall behind her, she leaned back, but kept her bare feet solid on the bottom of the tub for leverage. Felicity grabbed a handful of fabric and pushed the silky material against her mound, enjoying the warm wetness and the way it created a new friction against her skin. With a solid grip, she wrung the moisture against herself and felt the water massaging her folds and her clit in a delicious stream. Then she rearranged the fabric on her lap again, bunched around her hip, and got to the task at hand in earnest.

God, she had been ready for hours. The tug. The warm pulse. It had begun in her late afternoon meeting with Manufacturing. She found herself so distracted with thoughts of Oliver that she had excused herself early and on her way home began to craft a plan to rid her man of that facial hair that made him look like he was a drummer in a Roots rock band. She imagined his face between her legs while idling at the corner of Barrow and Washington and it took the honking of horns for the fantasy to subside. She missed the way he used to feel. The way she liked to taste his skin.  

So, she puttered around the loft, pulled out the sexy nightie, and waited for Oliver to finally return home and put her out of her sexual misery. She hadn’t initially expected to provide a favor in exchange for what she wanted, but the idea came to her and now the scenario was seriously turning her on.

Her fingers teased between her thighs, dark blue nail polish dancing against her creamy skin until they disappeared between her folds. It took no time to find her clit. It was already sensitive and in need of stroking. Felicity was gentle at first, but the pull for more pressure became strong and the pace increased.

“Slower,” Oliver growled from his glorious vantage point across the tub. “Please.”

Felicity nodded and groaned. It was difficult to go slow when he was looking at her like that. Even in the muted light, his eyes were stunning. Smoldering. Beautiful. Even the sweat accumulating on his forehead was perfect. She expected steam to rise from the water, which felt above the tub heating element’s pleasant 100-degree temperature. She felt his foot rubbing up against her ankle, urging her to continue.

As her one hand stroked, the other smoothed its way up her ribcage and found a breast. She used her wet fingertips to tease her nipple through the soft material before covering the whole area with her palm and massaging it. The fabric clung to her like a second skin.

“Gorgeous.” Oliver murmured.

Through lazy-lidded eyes, Felicity offered a small smile. She noticed that his hand was moving, subtly, rhythmically, beneath the surface of the water. Soon, what he was doing would escalate, but for now, just the thought of him touching himself inspired her to slip her finger inside her walls, using the heavy moisture that had collected there. Then she began a pattern –stroking inside followed by deliberate teasing and rubbing her clit in a circular motion.

Oliver looked at her like she was food. The only sustenance that could satisfy him. His lips pursed slightly as his body instinctually ached to kiss every inch of her. Ever since the first time, he had loved this scenario. With each encounter, he noticed things, different things about what made her sigh. What made her hips tighten and strain. What made her toes curl (when they weren’t submerged).

He loved seeing her uninhibited and purely sexual because it was based on love and trust. He had missed their intimacy so deeply while they had been apart. He was starved for it. Now, he was even more grateful to have her back by his side in everything. Sharing her life would always surpass sharing her bed. But right now, he adored the way her cheeks were slightly pink and her beautiful lips were parted with labored panting.

Felicity scooted forward a little to give Oliver a better view as she slid two fingers inside herself. Glancing at Oliver again, it looked like…

“Breathe, Oliver,” she huffed with an amused tone. “You’ll pass out before I come.”

At that, Oliver rose up on his knees with a wicked look in his eye. Water slid down his body as he crawled toward her, painfully aroused and dripping. When he was close enough, he pulled her hand away and replaced her slim fingers with his desperate mouth. He licked her entrance and wrapped his lips around her folds. He gently nibbled. He sucked with gusto. He licked her slit and plunged his tongue inside.

“Wha…what about showtime?” She sighed.

Oliver pushed her legs further apart as he kept up his loving assault on her most delicate skin, coaxing her clit to attention. His thumbs lightly massaged her inner thighs. Who said men couldn’t multitask? She moaned lowly. He felt Felicity’s fingers comb into his hair and her nails scrape against his skull. He looked up and saw her other hand still massaging her breast as her head lolled back.

Taking a break from his enthusiastic ministrations, Oliver pulled back for air. “I changed my mind. I think, per the agreement, I can change the terms somewhat.”

“Ooh. I love it when you sound like a mayor.”

“Politics are all about compromise, Felicity,” he said just before pressing his tongue against her thigh.

“Oh God, yes.”

Oliver chuckled and resumed his attention on her curvy leg. Then an idea struck. He began rubbing his beard against her. Due to its length, it was soft as it brushed her and she immediately began giggling.

“Oliver,” she whined. “That’s not fair.”

When he felt she had been adequately tortured, he responded.

“Hey, I’ve agreed to shave it off. I at least get to have one last hurrah with it.” Oliver then dove toward her center again and rubbed his beard against her sensitive skin, allowing her wetness to cover his beard until it was glistening.

Felicity let out of groan that sounded remarkably like “Hurrah.”

Oliver eventually made his way up to her unattended breast and planted his mouth on her tantalizing nipple, sucking it through the fabric. His hips charged her open thighs and his cock sought warmth and friction. He brushed up against her, but it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. He pulled her toward him, wrapping his arms around her back and her deliciously squeezable butt.

In a practiced move, Oliver lifted her up and pulled her close. In a move that was now familiar again, Felicity reached down to grasp his cock and position it at her entrance. He lowered her onto him, and slid inside her slowly. The feeling of stretching her and feeling her surrounding him was perfect. They were perfect.

Once he began thrusting, things happened fast. Felicity encircled his neck with her arms and held on as he drove himself into her over and over again. Her legs scrambled to wrap around him tighter, occasionally kicking out into the bath water. Water lapped against Oliver’s thighs.

In the end, it only took Oliver a few minutes to cause her to scream out his name several times. He came a little later, after his girl plunged her tongue into his mouth and rasped it against his while making a very sexy noise against him. Oliver groaned and leaned back into the bath, bringing her with him.

“Wow,” she sighed against his shoulder once they had settled.

“Uh huh,” he replied in her ear.

For a while, they only heard each other breathe and the sound of the water lapping against the edges of the tub.

“So, I think you enjoyed the beard, right?”

“Oh,” she replied. “That thing you did there with your chin. Yeah, that was nice.”

“I was going for outrageously hot.” Oliver could not suppress his grin.

“It was. It was!”

“Good,” he replied smugly.

After another brief silence, she piped up. “But I still expect you to shave it off in the morning, Mister.” When he looked, she was beaming at him and his heart might have stuttered a little in his chest.

“Yes ma’am,” he countered. Oliver Queen was a man of his word.

The End. 

So, I should also mention that Red Square is still alive and well. Next chapter...working on it. Thanks for reading, sharing, commenting. Have a wonderful day!

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