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voiceoffenrisulfr · 10 months ago

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The Real Winter Soldier, Part Two

Winter is restless and needy, and takes advantage of having the Lieutenant's private number. Prompts met; ‘Accidental Pornomancer’ - @multifandom-flash (Beehive); ‘It’s a little bit nipply out’ (Alternate), ‘Drunk-Sexting’ – The Woods Are Lovely, Dark, and Deep (@darcylewisbingohq); ‘Denial’, ‘Drunken Confession’, ‘Playing With Their Hair’ – @fandom-free-bingo (Frosty Edition); “Shut up and take your pants off.” – @anyfandomgoesbingo Kink Edition. CW: Smut, Breeding kink, Dom/Sub dynamic

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It took less than a week for me to make use of the eleven digits that had been scrawled on the back of my unused questionnaire.

I’d started staring at it only two days later. He’d caught my wrist as I’d gone to leave, pulling himself half-upright to meet my gaze, slipping the sheet of paper from the side table and into my hand.

“Let’s do this again. Off the clock.”

I’d left it in my jacket for those two days, hanging on the back of the door, my fingers brushing the leather thoughtfully each time I passed. It then graduated to my kitchen counter, and then to my coffee table. It was there that I sat with it between my forearms, one hand curled around my eighth glass of Asgardian ale, the other clutching my cell phone uncertainly.

I’d told myself time and again that visiting Innominate – that casual sex in general - was a one-time thing. I told myself I’d never so much as look at his number again, let alone key it into my phone.

It was around the sixth glass of the liquor intended for gods that began to strip away my denial, right along with my sober restraint.

Exhaling shakily, I pulled my cell closer, not needing to spare a glance at the sheet to type in the numbers – I’d spent enough time staring at the scratchy script that I now knew the digits better than my own.

‘Ready for round two?’

I could only stare uselessly at the screen as seconds ticked into minutes, my despair mounting as it neared half an hour of silence.

Has he changed his mind? Did I wait too long – does he regret giving me his number now? Was I such a disappointment that-

My cell buzzed in my hand and I jerked in surprise, the motion sending my phone skidding over the wood and me scrabbling after it.

‘God, yes. But I’m working until 6am. I can come by after. Does that work for you?’

A fizz of anticipation and anxiety settled immediately in my lower abdomen, a grin plastered across my face as I typed out my response.

‘Yes.’

‘Yes what, Soldier?’

Shivering with delight, I pressed my thighs together instinctively, closing my eyes for a heartbeat before replying.

‘Yes, Lieutenant.’

We texted throughout the night as the alcohol left my system, interrupted only once by him being requested by a patron. Despite myself, a bubble of jealousy sat in my chest, knowing he was busy with someone else. It was his job, and it wasn’t like we had any specific attachment to one another that gave me any right to an opinion about his occupation.

It was only a job, after all.

But that revelation sent me down an entirely new spiral – was I just a job? He’d given me his personal number – but who’s to say he didn’t do that with everyone? Maybe he did the job simply for the joy of it, and not for the money, so was just as willing to do it for free?

Why the hell did I message him?

My phone lit up in front of me, and I glanced at it uncertainly, my anxiety now outweighing my excitement without the alcohol to buoy me.

‘I’m leaving work. I’ll be there in twenty minutes… Use the time to decide what exactly it is you want me to do to you. I want you squirming and soaked by the time I arrive.’

A soft whine crept between my teeth at his authoritative manner, and I obeyed without thinking, my breath steadying with the freedom given through obeying orders. Having a plan set for me – a preordained way to proceed – quieted my mind, my head reclining as my eyes closed.

I was disturbed from my daydreams by a soft rapping at my door, sending me scrabbling to my feet in excited panic.

He was stood with one hand in his jeans pocket, a jacket slung over his shoulder and a cocky smile on his face. “Hello again, Soldier,” he purred, stepping closer, eyes locked on mine intensely. “It’s a bit nipply out here… Are you going to let me in, or do I need to make you?”

I smirked briefly at the term before my mouth dried at the threat, the dampness accumulated between my thighs from my fantasies of him pinning me to the bed and making me scream immediately intensifying, and I blushed shyly as I stepped aside, waving a hand theatrically and earning a grin.

He turned to me the moment the door was closed, a light hand on my throat pinning me to the wood. “I saw you on the news yesterday,” he muttered, free hand tenderly tracing the fading bruise on my cheekbone. “I…. Was worried.”

I chuckled in surprise, trembling slightly under his touch. “About little old me? I’m honoured,” I hummed, straining infinitesimally against his grip, but he didn’t return my smile.

“You need to be more careful,” he growled, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Can’t have my pretty boy getting marked up by anyone but me – do you understand?” A weak nod earned me another grin, his lips grazing over my jaw lightly. “Did you do as I told you to, pet?”

“I- yes, Sir,” I stammered weakly, whimpering aloud when his thigh nudged between my legs, eliciting a pleased hum.

“Well? What is it that you fantasised about? What got you wet and squirming for me?” he breathed, fingers curling in the waistband of my sweatpants teasingly.

With a shallow gulp, I let my hips be pulled closer, shivering when his curious touch reached the edge of my boxers. “N- nothing too… Wild. I- I mostly just thought about you fucking me… Pinning me down, making me scream…”

With a soft groan of resignation, he flattened me to the door, his hands firm on my body as he dragged my shirt free.

“Don’t you ever make me wait again,” he muttered, lips finding my throat as his fingers delved deeper, hovering a half-inch from my wetness.

I blushed shyly as my head fell back of its own accord, a low whine rumbling in my chest. “I-I wasn’t sure if I was... If it was just work, or...”

My skin itched as he paused, drawing back to meet my gaze. “Just work? No. I have a job – one I love – but I’ve never pursued a client for my own interests. Not until you.”

I felt my cheeks heat further, one hand snaking up to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck. “That’s a relief... Though I’m surprised I’m so special.”

He laughed, hand finally dipping lower to glide along my wetness, making me gasp softly. “I prefer unique, Snowflake.” I could only nod and rut against his palm, desperate for him to press between my folds and offer some form of friction- something, anything to press against. He smirked at my evident neediness, one fingertip finding my clit and tapping lightly, groaning when my nails tightened against his skin. “Oh, look how wet you are, sweet boy... All from thinking about me bending you over and using you like a fuck doll, hm?”

With a whimper, I nodded, breath hiccupping in my chest as his lips skimmed mine. “Yes- God, yes, Sir... I-I’ve been thinking about the things you did to me since the moment I left – barely been able to leave the room for squirming...”

A shiver went down my spine as he finally kissed me deeply, fingers probing at my slick pussy expertly, my knees weakening. “Is that right, my sweet boy? I hope you weren’t touching this pretty cunt without permission...”

Stammering, I bit my lip, eyes closing at the delicious teasing between my legs. “I-I... O-once. I couldn’t help myself, Lieutenant. I’m sorry...”

With a soft growl, he nipped at my pulse, drawing his hand back once more. “Shut up. I don’t want to hear your excuses. Get your pants off and get on the bed.” I felt my face pale minutely, uncertainly, but he offered me a subtle wink and a kiss to my cheek, his fingertips caressing my jaw. “Don’t worry, sweet Snowflake,” he breathed, “I’m not mad.”

Relieved, I shimmied quickly from my sweatpants, flopping on my back on the sheets and stretching my hands high over my head, purring luxuriously. His tongue darted out over his lips as he took me in, and I felt my body tingle under his gaze.

“Keep going. Slowly,” he added as my hands moved to the hem of my shirt. Obediently, I lessened my pace, arching to allow the cotton to clear hipbones, then ribs, then finally pass over my head. His eyes moving over me sent jolts of electricity through my bones, but he held up a hand when I reached for my boxers. “Wait.” He moved to sit beside me, pressing my knees to my chest, running a palm over the exposed, damp fabric between my legs and earning a quiet whimper. “Okay… Continue.”

I felt vulnerable as I fumbled beneath me, pulling my waistband over the curve of my ass and along my thighs. No sooner had the material cleared my shins than I yelped in surprise, his tongue firm as it trailed along my dripping slit. His hand tangled in my underwear, using the fabric to pin my legs in place, squeezed together and flush to my torso as his mouth explored his offered reward. I could only squirm and whine, body jerking frantically in a desperate attempt to press myself closer to him – a sharp slap applied to my ass for my efforts.

“Still.”

I whimpered again, unable to stop wriggling under him, and a whine escaped my clenched teeth when he drew back. “N-no! Don’t- I need you to- Please, Lieutenant…”

He shifted to my side, pushing my legs down, my boxers pinned under his foot holding me fast. “You were told to be still, and you weren’t. I should punish you for you for your disobedience…” Leaning closer, he trailed his lips along my jaw, purring. “And my name is Greg. Gregor Tyne. I want you sobbing it when I finally let you come for me, Snowflake.”

Greg.

Lieutenant Tyne.

I was still grinning to myself when he moved, kneeling beside my head and fumbling with his belt. “Open that pretty mouth. You’re gonna suck my cock – and if you do well, I’ll fuck you through this mattress, just like you wanted.” My lips parted automatically, one hand shifting to help him free his hard length from its confinement, swallowing at the sight before me. His fingertips skimmed my cheek, finding my jaw to tip my head up to meet his gaze. “It’s okay,” he breathed quietly, his eyes soft. “I’ve got you. I’ll talk you through it.”

Nodding slowly, I shifted closer, letting his leaking tip slip into my mouth slowly and earning a ragged exhale for my efforts. His fingers moved to tangle in my hair, guiding me patiently along his length until he nudged the back of my throat, making me gag instinctively. “Swallow,” he murmured, and my eyes closed in pleasure as I obeyed and he used the rolling muscle movement to slide deeper inside me.

He sat there for a moment, his body quivering under the strain of his motionlessness, before slowly pulling back, letting me breathe hard before pressing forward once more. Over and over he thrust carefully into my throat, always gentle with me, his pace building only minutely as passion threatened to overcome his restraint.

I relished the taste of him on my tongue, his cock in my throat driving every other thought from my mind, a muffled whimper resounding around him as his fingers found me once more. “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” he purred, leaning closer, bent over my head as he slowly pressed two fingertips inside me. “Just lay here squirming, begging for your Lieutenant to come back and make you feel good…” A snatched gasp and a frantic nod had him grinning, his digits curling inside me to make my body tremble. “I wonder how messy you can get for me, my sweet boy… I’m used to a life at sea, you know.”

My spine arched as he worked himself deeper, eyes widening in ecstasy and surprise as he brushed against a spot inside me that had my muscles clenching desperately, but only served to make him smirk. “Just there, Snowflake? … Hm… I think that’s it, isn’t it? That’s how we make my little pet soak his sheets…”

He drew back to let me pant raggedly, a rough whine torn from my flushed lips. “Y- Oh, God, I- It’s too good, I- I can’t- I-”

His hand found my throat as he pinned me to the sheets, hand working me harder. “Give it to me, Soldier. Give me everything you have. I want every fucking inch of you. You’re mine now, do you hear me?” Another nod, and he leant down to kiss me, his own throbbing arousal forgotten as he make me whimper and convulse. “Let it go, Snowflake.”

A frantic cry escaped me as my body released, and I felt my face flame as my pussy flooded around his digits, the unmistakable sound of liquid on cotton filling the room as I gushed over my sheets. But he gave me no respite, plunging his hand back inside me as soon as he could, only drawing out to let me soak the bed ever further. Again, and again, until I was shaking desperately, muscles twitching, fingers clinging to the bedding in a futile attempt to keep myself grounded.

And then he leant down to kiss me gently, chuckling at my ragged breathing. “Good?”

“Fuck-” I rasped, hands shifting to instead grasp at him, tangling in his shirt and dragging at it needily. “More. More, please. Fuck me. Please, fuck me.”

His face grew serious and he pulled me closer, his mouth on mine moving to an urgency that made my nerves sing. I found myself straddling his hips, his cock pressed against me imploringly, and all it took was a short nod on my behalf for him to sheath himself inside me, his hands on my waist pulling me down to take me deeply. A satisfied, starved groan rattled in my chest as he rocked me atop him, grinding me against him fluidly, his thumb finding my clit as he kept himself earth-shatteringly joined with me.

My nails scraped down his chest, earning me a hiss of pained pleasure at the crimson lines marring his skin, eternally tanned from a life on the ocean. “Are you trying to mark me, pet?” he muttered, head falling back as he lifted me easily on his length. I hadn’t chance to respond before he jerked me back down, fingers digging harder into his flesh at the vulnerability. “You belong to me – not the other way around. Do you hear me?”

My lips parted to quip back, but he held me still and snapped his hips up, making me yelp in pleasure, any argument dying as he set up a fierce, consuming pace. “Yes- Oh, God, yes. Yours.”

“Mine,” he growled, his own nails pricking my skin as he slammed harder against me, my hands finding his taut bicep for purchase as my muscles trembled. “That’s it, boy. Give it to me. I’m not done with you yet.”

A desperate yowl escaped me as I felt myself flood atop him, the Lieutenant drawing out just long enough to let my juices soak him with a soft groan before shifting to pin me to the mattress, my wrists in one of his strong hands while the other stroked my clit. “Plea- fuck- I-”

“Come for me, pet. Make that pretty pussy come all over my cock, and I’ll fill you up, just like you want.” Another nod, and he growled, kissing me deeply. “Beg for it. Beg for my come, Snowflake.”

“Please!” I gasped, back arching. “Please, I-I need it, I need you, please- come in me, please-” I cut myself off with a whimper, and he slowed, one eyebrow raised.

“What?” he pressed, hand stilling where he stroked me, and I whined, attempting to rut on his length and chase my impending release, but he stretched my arms higher, pinning me to the bed and earning a frantic sob. “Say it.”

“B-Breed me,” I stammered, blushing, unable to deny my pussy clenching tighter around him at my words.

He paled, just a little, glancing down. “I thought you couldn’t-”

I kissed him deeply, grasping at his shoulders needily. “I can’t. It’s just…”

“A fantasy,” he purred, nodding, slowly increasing his pace. “You want me to stuff this cute little cunt with my come? Make you good and fat with my babies, hm?” I mewled despite myself, fingers grasping frantically at nothing as I fought to contain myself. “Do you think you deserve my come in your pussy, pet? Think you deserve to get bred like the whore you are? D’y-” He cut himself off with a guttural groan as my back arched, a wail building in my chest as he unmade me, refocusing his efforts on pounding into me as my climax overtook me, my cry building to a deafening sob, all but thrashing beneath him as every muscle in my body clenched and quivered.

“Yes- fuck! Yessir, Yes L-Lieutenant Tyne, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He groaned as he buried himself inside me, his fingers digging desperately into the flesh of my wrist as he rested his forehead against my shoulder, shuddering violently before drawing back to kiss me lightly.

“So… Breeding.”

I turned crimson and shrugged, trailing my fingertips over his bare, sweat-damp chest. “It was a surprise to me, too,” I defended, and he laughed, pulling me closer, one hand teasing the tangled strands of my hair from my cheek.

“Hey- I’m not complaining. Breeding the infamous Winter Soldier… I’m honoured,” he replied seriously, and I blushed deeper as he pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. “… Can I see you again?”

“I must be a good lay, after all the experience you’ve had,” I chuckled, then felt myself pale. “Wait- no, I-I didn’t mean- I-”

He simply laughed, shaking his head fondly, and tugged me nearer still. “You’re exceptional – between the sheets and out of them,” he replied softly, his fingertips tracing my jawbone. “Actually… I’d quite like to take you on a date. Or… At least… Watch a movie, or something, if you don’t want to go out. Do something other than fuck. Not just fuck,” he added, grinning, and kissed me tenderly. “I’d still very much like fucking you to be in there somewhere.”

Snorting, I rolled my eyes, leaning against his chest with a contented sigh. “A date it is, Lieutenant.”

#mine #fanfiction #fandom: marvel #writers on tumblr #writing bingo #rating: e #the woods are lovely dark and deep #darcylewishqbingo #multifandom flash bingo #any fandom goes bingo #fandom free bingo: frosty edition #fandomfreebingo #cw: smut #pairing: bucky barnes x original male character #bucky barnes smut #m/m #trans bucky barnes

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firewoodfigs · 1 year ago

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#photography #the woods are lovely dark and deep

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simplesims · 1 year ago

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the hermit

#sims 4 #ts4 #simself #vent post of a sort #dont mind me #the woods are lovely dark and deep #but i have promises to keep etc etc #ts4 screenshot

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lucalearnstowrite · 1 year ago

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The woods are lovely dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

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justjensenanddean · 11 months ago

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Jensen Ackles as Beau Arlen BIG SKY: Deadly Trails (2022) | 3.02 – “The Woods Are Lovely, Dark and Deep”

#jensen ackles #jensenedit #jensenacklesedit #beau arlen #beauarlenedit #big sky #big sky: deadly trails #big sky 3x02 #the woods are lovely dark and deep #my edits

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devilous-ov-noir · 2 years ago

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#photography #dark photography #dark #dark aesthetic #beautifulbizarre #dark beauty #nature #creepy #conceptualart #the woods are lovely dark and deep #what we do in the shadows

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lyledebeast · 2 years ago

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Nothing is worse than when you sit down to grade essays and the first one is absolutely brilliant.

#it can only go downhill from here #the woods are lovely dark and deep #miles to go before I sleep et cetera #oh robert frost we're really in it now

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riverssongs13 · 2 months ago

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Some time within the past lifetimes I gave an analogy to a dear friend of how life feels like a single passenger submersible that's gone far more than the prescribed depth. Of course that's not a good thing, small little things could go wrong which will cascade to Big Things Going Wrong and at those depths, well we can all imagine what happens to a small craft in deep waters.

The default setting being the Barely Holding It seems nice in retrospect, seeing as in that state one could pretend everything's okay, going according to plan, the chaos is kept at bay, and it being the point of equilibrium is the best that can be. Dangerous, fucked up to say the least, but at least the submersible is holding up and there's still quite a while to go, few thousand more metres downside and just hold on it'll be fine it'll be over soon. Such was the plan.

And so I told the dear friend that something did Go Wrong. I'm pretty sure the exact details of it Getting Fucked is hiding somewhere in my drafts but right now I don't have the mental capacity to face that. Right now the main concern is that the Small Thing That Went Wrong is slowly becoming too big and too serious and too heavy and inside the sub there's nothing but panic and there's absolutely no way to fix anything because you wouldn't even know which way to start, there's just leaks everywhere and its imploding and the freezing water is going up up up and its on your knees now and you're stuck in your chair and the lights are flickering and you can hear the glass creak and break and more water is getting in and its now on your throat and you've managed to get out of the chair's strappings and so you're on the sub's ceiling but that doesn't even matter because the water's caught up and there's already nothing but darkness and cold and all you can think of is I should have worn a much warmer coat.

And so I can't breathe. It's too hard to breathe. Even on the "normal" days. What even is normal anymore? No amount of distraction from the fount of LuPone files I've been gifted has been able to lift an ounce of the heaviness. Not even my undying love for the Reverend Daughter Harrowhark Nonagesimus has been able to bring forth a little cheer. Not Doctor Who, not Himeko Murata, not Lady Ningguang, not Evanescence, not the rose, not Fatima, not the underground man, not Luthien, not Armand, not Maharet, and not even Dorian. You decide which Dorian is that.

Heaviness so palpable even the threat of warm human contact is such an alien concept, like, what even is the point? I just want to end it all. I've been on the verge of drowning since the cracks showed up and I can't even swim and the water's too cold and it's dark and just let me end it. The end is tempting and beautiful its been making me think of writing down the last words I would ever wish to say.

And how funny would it be that whilst writing *this* particular word vomit, someone pops up on my messages and speaks about things that were already half forgotten. Damn you, D. Here I was contemplating about the end and you just waltz in, picking up a long forgotten, almost month old conversation as if its 5 minutes ago, talking about miniscule unimportant things like Notes From Underground. You're really racking up the points in being my so-called "saviour". Not that Dostoevsky is unimportant, but you get what I mean. In the grander scheme of things, in a night when I feel like the next few breaths are to be my last, it does seem like a tiny little thing.

Well then. Maybe this isn't the end. Yet. I should put off lamenting about not being able to read your novel within this lifetime. Thank you, I guess. Fuck. Right. Pause. And cue crying.

I'll see you later, I guess.

#the woods are lovely dark and deep #but someone interrupted and so now I'm quite just reeling less drowning #I guess I should be grateful for that as is polite social convention #Thank you Dorian #of the d's and the a's #depression

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geezerwench · 2 years ago

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"Whose woods these are, I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

to watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

to stop without a farmhouse near.

Between the woods and frozen lake,

the darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

to ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep

of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

but I have promises to keep,

and miles to go before I sleep,

and miles to go before I sleep."

Robert Frost, Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

Susan Jeffers Art

#the woods are lovely dark and deep #Robert Frost #Susan Jeffers

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thevaldomarx2269 · 2 years ago

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We heard you little Cousin.

Heard you hum,

pluck,

sing.

You think yourself

clever

But not as clever as we.

The Black Blade will find your heart

COUSIN

You're in love with a Fairy Tale

But Fairy Tales have happy endings

And you

won't

Shadow, Shadow on the wall

Now's the time to heed our call

Fulfill the duties of his curse

Make him see that we are worse

#the woods are lovely dark and deep #but i have promises to keep #and miles to go before i sleep

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voiceoffenrisulfr · 11 months ago

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Silver & Gold - Chapter Six

CW: all the smut, as always. Photography/videography. Emotions and things. The typical fluffiness.

Prompts fulfilled; ’30. Self-Worth/Self-Love’, @flufftober; ‘I’m Not a Hero, I’m…’, @multifandom-flash Dozen; ‘Camming in Festive Undies’, The Woods Are Lovely, Dark and Deep (@darcylewisbingohq); ‘Traditions’, Winter Wonderland Bingo @seasonaldelightsbingo; ‘Peppering Kissing All Over Their Face’, Winter Wonderland Bingo; ‘Deep Throating’ and ‘Fingering’, @fandom-free-bingo (Frosty Edition).

Lia gives Yoshi one hell of a birthday surprise.

Cards below! Check it out on AO3 here, or below the KR! Dividers by @jiyascepter - aren't they cute? ^.^

I woke early, the golden light creeping through the gap in the curtains curling around small amounts of dust and making them swirl, colours scattering across the metal of my boy’s arms as he snored softly, curled up against my side.

My fingers caressed his hair lightly, a small, contented smile flickering over his parted lips as he pulled me closer unconsciously. “Mmm… S’nice…”

I grinned to myself, kissing his sweet, sleepy forehead, smoothing a few stray strands from his brow tenderly. “Good morning… Birthday boy.”

One eye parted minutely, grey seeking green with a lopsided smile. “Oh… So it is…”

My fingers found his chin, tipping his head up delicately to claim his lips with mine. “Would you like your present, Silver?”

His other eye opened, and he grinned a little wider, the steel depths sparkling with joy. “You’re all the gift I need, Swan. … But yes, please.”

I laughed and kissed his nose, shaking my head fondly as I shimmied from his embrace.

“Wait here.”

I’d once done something not entirely dissimilar, a lifetime ago. But then I’d not been alone – I’d been able to rely on the confidence of others to buoy myself.

And this time…

My fingers toyed with the strap of the camera shyly, then the curve of fur barely dipping over my chest, taking a slow, stabilising breath, smoothing the skirt that barely covered my scantily-clad ass.

I could hear him shifting about in the bed, no doubt impatient to have me return to him, and inhaled once more before opening the door.

I revelled in the way his eyes widened as he took me in, trailing along the sheer stockings, pausing at the hem of the short dress as he swallowed hungrily, before continuing up, following the curve of my waist, his jaw twitching minutely at my breasts barely restrained by the skin-tight garment. “I-I, uh… Hi.”

My lips tipped up in a smile, eyelashes fluttering. “Hey, Silver.” He simply let out a soft, wordless noise in response, and I giggled. “Suave as ever, huh?”

Blinking repeatedly, he shook his head to snap back to attention, emitting a quiet huff of wonder. “You look… Delectable. God, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”

I blushed as I raised the camera, free hand smoothing my hair shyly. “Well… I thought you want might some... Um, enduring evidence of this..."

The sound that came from his throat was somewhere between a groan and a growl as he gestured me closer, fingers flashing in the golden light. “This is the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

I lay back on the black sheets, staring up at him through my lashes adoringly. He’d taken a little while to gain his confidence, but now he instructed me eagerly, fingers caressing every inch of available skin while he maneuvered me. I giggled as I slowly inched down the zipper that lead between my breasts – feeling, for once, just as beautiful and loved as he told me I was. The way his jaw – and boxers – grew tighter as I exposed the ebony lace barely cupping my breasts made me squirm in delight, and he licked his lips as I tossed the dress at him playfully.

“That’s it, Swan; God, you’re so stunning…” His voice came hushed and reverent as he reached out to grasp my ankle with a grin, eliciting a shriek of delight as he tugged me closer, crimson hair trailing behind me as I laughed. He snapped a few more photos as I giggled, his own smile growing wider. “I like seeing you so happy. I love seeing you so comfortable in your own skin…”

I beamed in response, fingertips brushing the very edge of the partially see-through panties and making his muscles tremble in response. “It’s easier to have a little self-love when you look at me the way you do, Soldier.”

He opened his mouth to reply, but any words he intended to utter died in his throat as I slid my hand slowly into my underwear, back arching as I touched myself gently, my eyes still on his. His crooked grin twitched intermittently, far more focused on my ministrations than his facial expression, his breath hitching audibly when I let out a quiet whine. “Mmm- Y’know, that camera has video functions… How about you put it down and join me?”

Jaw working wordlessly for a second, he blinked in surprise, then grinned once more, his gaze flicking back to my face with mild shyness. “Or… How about I record this first, and then get some footage of you screaming for me, Swan?”

I gulped and nodded eagerly, the idea of him wanting to preserve this for later use instantly amplifying the wetness between my legs. “Yes, Sir…” I sighed happily, back arching a little. “Why don’t you tell me what you want to see, Silver?”

He swallowed again, moving a little closer. “Well… I think you’re wearing too many clothes, for sure…” I sat up slightly with a purr, but his hand found my chest gently, pushing me back. “Oh, I didn’t tell you to stop, my sweet girl.” His fingers curled around the centre of my bra, eyes seeking mine for clarification and grinning when I frantically nodded once more. The pressure was quick and firm, my breasts spilling free as the lace tore in a seemingly-effortless motion, and I moaned quietly, my free hand moving to toy with a nipple enthusiastically. His displays of strength always left me weak and soaked, and this was no exception; my fingers moved a little more firmly over my clit as I panted and writhed, the silver eyes on me driving me closer.

His hand shifted to the lace at my hip, but these, he preserved – he placed the camera gently on the bed, still pointing at me as he tenderly slid down my underwear, trailing kisses along the pale skin of my legs and eliciting a giggle.

By the time he rose again, I had my hand shyly concealing my wetness, and he arched a brow. “You know what I want to see, Swan… Show me that gorgeous pussy?”

The tone of his voice was gentle, and the knowledge that this was firmly a suggestion, a request, and not a command made me tremble and move my fingers aside, legs spreading further as his breath hitched. “You make me so wet, Silver…” I purred, and he groaned quietly, shaking his head as he put the camera down once more.

“Can’t do it. Can’t help myself,” he muttered under his breath. I opened my mouth with a frown, intending to ask what he meant – but his face eagerly pressed against my pussy answered the question, cool fingers brushing over my slit briefly before two slid inside me. I gasped and moaned in surprise and delight, back arching, my hands tangling in this gossamer hair to hold him close to me as his tongue explored my wetness.

“Fuck- God, Yoshitsune, yes,” I whimpered, pressing myself nearer. He groaned against my flesh happily, free hand raising to find my breast and pin my torso effortlessly to the bed as he rolled my nipple exquisitely between his fingers. My entire body felt alight and alive, each nerve singing under his careful strumming into a perfect, irreplaceable symphony.

His fingers curled inside me, and I whined, suddenly shy once more, biting my lip as I glanced down at him. “Y-Yoshi, if you do- I can’t-”

Somehow, despite my stammering, he seemingly understood me, his eyes meeting mine as he raised an eyebrow, deliberately finding my sweet spot once more as he moved his hand a little more firmly inside me. I groaned in delight, back arching to press myself closer as best I could despite the arm along my body, lost in the feeling of his tongue on me, his fingers working me so effortlessly.

The moment I began to spill, he drew his hand back, burying his face more thoroughly between my legs as I jerked and whimpered, letting out a deafening groan of his own as he eagerly lapped up everything I had to offer him.

By the time he looked up at me once more, having trailed his tongue along every inch of my wet pussy with steadfast determination, I was blushing profusely, hand cupped in front of my mouth sheepishly. “I tried to warn you! I-”

He shook his head, moving to pin me, scrubbing a hand over his face to chase away the last of the droplets. “Not a word, little one. That was incredible.” His cock pressed against me lightly, clarifyingly, through the thin cotton of his shorts, but I shook my head, palm finding his damp chest. Panic flashed briefly across his features, and I couldn’t help but giggle fondly, rolling my eyes.

“Calm down, Yoshitsune… I just want to be on my knees first.” He gulped and nodded, rolling quickly, and I smirked as he readjusted the camera when I moved to kneel on the floor eagerly. “Enjoying your birthday present?”

“We might have to make this a tradition,” he murmured, ethereal grey eyes sparkling, hand wrapping tenderly in my hair. I purred, pressing gentle kisses to the outline of his straining length, earning a quiet sigh for my effort as my fingertips wrapped in the waistband of his shorts.

As always, the sight of him leaking and aching – for me – made me tremble with delight. The notion that I never failed to arouse him was something I was still struggling to accept at times, despite the hard evidence before me. I trailed my tongue slowly along his cock, soft, happy sounds slipping from my parted lips, fingers tightening infinitesimally on his hips at the sharp gasp he emitted when I took his tip in my mouth. The grip on my hair stiffed minutely as he shifted forward, and I moaned as best I could around him, taking him slowly. When he brushed the back of my throat, he began to draw back until I held him fast, my hands tight on him as I swallowed around him.

The grunt of pleasure as I took him into my throat made my eyes close with joy, pressing him further into me happily, entirely uncaring about the tears pricking my lash line and the beginnings of a burn in my lungs as they protested the lack of oxygen. He let me sit there for a moment, every inch of him buried inside me, before pulling back with a soft huff of amusement, raising an eyebrow when I inhaled sharply. “Remember to breathe, my sweet girl. I love having my cock in your throat, but it isn’t worth you dying for.”

I drew away just long enough to gasp a little longer, licking my lips where they’d cracked from stretching around him, and looked up at him with a plead in my gaze. “I’d beg to differ myself, but if you say so…” Driving myself back forward, I moaned around him happily as his cock slid back into my throat. My hands tightened on his hips once more, spurring him on as he started to roll his hip more forcefully. Eyes finding his face, I trembled in delight as his flushed, parted lips and the beads of moisture still clinging to scruff along the cut of his jaw, forgetting everything but my love for this man for a heartbeat at the shining depths of my lover’s captivating steel gaze.

He really is my everything.

A low groan snapped me back to the moment, and I dragged my tongue adoringly along the base of his cock, a zing of pleasure sparking through my dripping pussy at his hiss of delight. The steel fingers in my hair guided me back, gentle but firm, and he grinned with adoration and amusement as I pouted when his tip slipped free from my mouth. “Don’t worry, sweet girl… I’m not finished with you yet.”

I blushed shyly as he settled back against the headboard, the camera in one hand, the other extended to me. “Come here, Swan… Come and make yourself feel so, so good…”

My finger entwined with his, a soft purr rumbling in my chest as I straddled his hips. He released his grip on me to hold himself steady as I finally took his length inside me, eyelids fluttering in pleasure, but his gaze never left mine as I whimpered quietly. “That’s it, my gorgeous girl. God, you feel so good… I can’t ever get enough of you…”

Hands finding his shoulders, I leant in to kiss him deeply, settling fully onto his cock and rocking my hips. I heard a distant clatter as he fumbled to put down the camera before his fingers pressed firm against my back, holding me tight to his chest, returning my kiss just as eagerly. All too soon, however, I had to pull back, gasping for breath as I worked myself a little more energetically atop him. “Fuck- Yoshitsune…”

He grasped my hip tight, the metal embrace sure to leave cherished marks, and encouraged my pace, his jaw twitching in pleasure. “Feels good, baby? Having my cock buried inside you like this, letting you take control of me?”

I nodded eagerly, nails scraping hard down his chest as my head fell back, stars sparking behind my vision. “Yes! Oh, god, yes… Please – fuck, I can’t take it, I-I can’t-”

With a low growl, he moved quickly, pinning me to the mattress and tangling a hand in my hair as his hips slammed into mine. I cried out in pleasure as he bit at my throat, free hand snaking between us to caress my clit with earth-shattering precision. “That’s it, Swan. Sing for me. I want you to come for me, sweetheart… Clench that tight, pretty pussy around my cock and scream my name.”

I couldn’t help but obey, the combination of his words, his deep, powerful thrusts and talented touch making my eyes roll back and my vocal chords ache from my deafening moans as I hurtled toward my climax. He fucked me ever harder as his name fell from bitten lips, my hands clutching desperately at his shoulders, seeking some form of purchase – something, anything, to keep me grounded, as my blood turned to stardust.

Ever the gentleman and disciplined soldier, it wasn’t until my cries had died to weak sobs of pleasure, twitching and jerking beneath him, that his hips met mine for a final time, groaning against my throat as he filled me. I purred contentedly when he paused and drew back to meet my eyes, raising a lazy, exhausted hand to caress his cheek, wiping a droplet of sweat from his forehead with a tired smile. “Yoshitsune…”

“Hm?”

I leant up as much as my jellified muscles allowed, pressing my lips to his, gentle but firm. “I love you.”

He laughed quietly – breathless and adoring – and kissed me again, pressing his forehead to mine as he cupped the back of my neck. “I love you too, my Swan. Always.”

We lay together in tangled, sweat-damp sheets, legs entwined, as I drew patterns on his chest with a gentle fingertip. “You’re a superhero.”

Another fond laugh, and his cheek found my hair. “Is that so? Because I can make you scream?”

I could hear the smirk in his voice, and I rolled my eyes fondly, resting my chin on his chest to look up at him with a smile. “No. Well – yes, that’s… Amazing. But no.” I paused for a moment, watching my finger before glancing up again shyly. “You’re… Everything. You’re the reason I’m still here, you know? When you found me, I was… I wasn’t in a good place.” My gaze met his, sincere and steady, hand resting over his heart. “I wouldn’t have lived this life if you hadn’t found your place in it. You’re the reason I wanted anything to do with particular reality I found myself in, and didn’t just let myself… Dissolve. You’re the reason I’m alive, Yoshitsune, my beautiful silver soldier – my soulmate.” My fingertips found his jaw, cupping his face gently and skimming a thumb over his cheekbone with tender affection. “I thought I knew what life was. But… Everything has changed. Oh, how I love you, my sweet boy. Nothing life could throw at me now wouldn’t be worth this. I’d endure the circles of Hell just to look into your eyes.”

The steel swam minutely, and he pulled me closer, peppering gentle kisses over my face as a few of his tears salted my skin. “I’m no hero, Swan. I’m just… Yours.”

“Mine,” I agreed quietly, tangling my hands in his hair again to kiss him softly. “Always.”

“Always, Aurelia.”

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