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prettiestlovergirl · 2 months

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PRETTY GIRL

tw: MDNI; fem!reader; demeter!reader; light bondage; corruption kink; bathroom mirror sex; bareback; fingering; light edging; unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it)

a/n: loosely inspired by this booktok post i saw about the fmc wearing ribbons in her hair & the mmc using one to tie her hands behind her back and fuck her, sooooo. this was kinda shit but shhhhh. enjoy, my lovelies! 𓆩♡𓆪

whenever people had to describe you, they'd always mention the pretty ribbons you wore in your hair.

it was like your signature look, you always had some matching ribbon tied up into your hair some way with every outfit.

luke castellan was especially fond of the ribbons, they just accentuated how sweet and innocent you were. you were probably the purest thing he'd ever laid eyes on and he wanted nothing more than to be the one to ruin you.

he felt dirty, evil, for wanting to corrupt someone so sweet, almost angelic, like you, but when you showed up late to your regularly scheduled training session out of breath, with flushed cheeks, a basket of strawberries, and a pretty green ribbon tying up your hair... he couldn't bring himself to care anymore.

you'd been just so apologetic, explaining that you and a couple of your siblings decided to go strawberry picking and lost track of time, but all luke could focus on was your plump, pouty lips and imagining what they would look like around his cock. his cock twitched at the thought.

of course, he reassured you that it was okay, that you didn't need to stress. "relax, pretty girl. i get it." he'd cooed, reaching out end tucking a loose lock of hair behind your ear.

you'd been instantly relieved, thankful, that he was being so sweet about your slip up. when he offered to let you use the hermes cabin bathroom to clean the dirt off your face, you obviously told him yes.

luke was always so helpful when it came to you. your knight in shining armor, you once called him. he just always seemed to be there in your moments of distress, knowing just want to say every single time.

all of this led to right now, your body pressed against the bathroom counter, your eyes on luke's in the mirror as he lifted your orange camp tee off your figure and dropped it on the floor.

"fuck..." he groaned instantly, your pretty green bra matching the ribbon still holding your hair up in place. "so fucking gorgeous." he cooed in your ear, making you shiver as he pressed his lips to your neck.

"y-you're sure this is okay?" you asked, glancing over at the door nervously as he kissed down to your collarbone. he sunk his teeth into the skin, making you gasp and moan out.

he marked you as his, creating the first impure mark on your body that only he and the gods would ever know was there.

"i promise, pretty girl. 'm just helping you relax. you were so stressed earlier." luke hummed, squeezing your hip gently to reassure you that everything was okay, that this was all for you.

you nodded, relaxing into his grip as he brought his lips back down to your shoulder. his free hand snaked up your front, pulling your bra down and instantly wrapping his hand around your boob, squeezing.

you moaned out louder, your back arching into him as you leaned your head against his chest. your eyes squeezed shut while he watched your face in the mirror contorting with pleasure.

this went on and on until he was absolutely satisfied with the amount of hickeys on your shoulder and you were a moaning mess against him, your pussy practically dripping through your shorts.

"you're doing so good, pretty girl." he murmured as he brought both of his hands down to take care of your jeans, letting them drop along with your panties and moaning at the view.

your inner thighs were soaked in your own arousal and luke's cock twitched at the sight. he wanted to just fuck you right now, but once again he needed to be patient. if he moved too fast n hurt you, you'd never want to do this again, and that was something he couldn't risk.

he spread your legs out a bit wider, encouraging you to hold onto the counter. "no one's ever touched you here, yeah?" he asked, his voice a bit breathy as he looked at how your pretty pussy looked in the mirror.

"uh-huh." you nodded, your own voice breathy as his fingers reach down and spread your pussy open. "no one but you" you reassured, moaning out as he gently slid a finger inside, your walls instantly clenching around it as you watched in the mirror.

fuck, you were so tight around just one of his fingers, luke couldn't wait to feel how you'd clench around his cock. just the thought made his dick get even harder, if that was even possible.

you gripped onto the counter even tighter with one arm while the other latched onto him. the intrusion was a brand-new feeling to you, but one you certainly enjoyed.

"o-oh, gods!" you moaned, unintentionally grinding down against his hand as he began to pump it inside of you. you whimpered and moaned out, nails digging into his arm and making him hiss in pleasure at the sting. look at you, marking him back.

it wasn't long until you were sagging back against him, forcing your eyes to stay open and watch through your lashes as his finger moved in and out of your pussy.

you became a moaning mess, grinding against him as you started to feel a knot tightening in your core. "mm, luke, i f-feel something!" you gasped, bucking your hips against him. he pulled his finger out, making you whine instantly as your cunt clenched around nothing.

"luke!" you whined, biting the inside of your cheek as you suddenly felt so empty without his finger inside of you. "relax, pretty girl. 'm gonna take good care of you." he cooed, pressing a kiss to the side of your head as you pouted but nodded.

he reached his hand up to your hair, tugging the green fabric holding it up and pulling until the knot came undone, your hair falling down over your shoulders.

"what are you doing?" you asked, your brow furrowed sweetly as he held the ribbon his hand. "just trust me, baby. you do trust me, right?" he asked, giving you his own mocking pout.

"'course..." you nodded, still so confused until he grabbed your hands and started to tie them behind your back. you wanted to ask more questions, but you didn't want him to think you didn't trust him! so you obediently let him tie a knot.

"that's my good girl." he praised, hiding his smirk at how much you really did trust him. "now, this is gonna hurt a bit, pretty girl, but i promise after a minute it's gonna feel so good." he murmured while he fisted his cock.

"o-okay..." you nodded, nervous butterflies fluttering around your stomach as you felt his tip slowly start to probe your entrance. "fuck!" you cried, your eyes screwing shut and your face contorting in pain as he slowly started filling you up.

"fuck, l-luke, you're too.. fuck, you're too big!" you whined, tears welling up in your eyes as you tugged against the fabric binding your hands together.

luke had instantly groaned upon entering your warm, wet pussy. he'd barely got a quarter of his cock in, your pussy far too tight and squeezing him. he wanted nothing more than to push in and start thrusting, but he had to be good, for your sake. at least, this time.

"just gotta breathe, pretty girl. need you to relax." he grunted, straining with the effort to stay still. you whined more, but once his hand connected with your swollen clit, you started to relax.

he pushed in more and more until finally, he was all the way in and your cunt stretched to fit him. "oh, fuck, fuck!" you moaned out, eyes fluttering shut as he finally started to thrust in and out of you.

you were still clenching around him, your puffy walls clinging to his cock like a vice while he held you hands behind your back. he moaned as he got rougher, finally just unable to help himself. you were too wet, too tight, too fucking good to keep moving so slow.

"tell me you're mine." he commanded as his thrusts got a bit harsher, his grip on your hips tightening as you whined out. "fuck, fuck, 'm all yours! all yours!"

he thrusted quick and rough, his eyes firmly glued to the mirror so he could watch the way your wet pussy created a creamy white ring around his cock when he thrusted into you.

this went on and on until you started to feel that same knot building up again, your hips bucking against his as he thrusted. "f-fuck, luke, it's h-happening again!" you moaned, his thrusts getting faster and faster until finally, you came on his cock, soaking him in your juices.

he continued to thrust faster and rougher, now chasing his own high as you whined over the sensitivity. "fuck, baby, fuck, pussy's just so fucking good!" he moaned, until finally he pulled out and covered your back and arms in ropes of his cum.

you all but collapsed against him, panting heavily as you turned to bury your face into his neck. he held you just like this until you caught your breath and came down from your high.

eventually, you both got cleaned up and redressed, your legs already sore as you walked out hand and hand.

you hadn't noticed at the time, but your pretty green ribbon never made it back into your hair. instead, it was tied neatly around luke's free wrist, making sure everybody knew exactly who you belonged to.

ᵈⁱᵛⁱᵈᵉʳ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵇʸ @ᵐᵘʳᵘᶠᶠⁱⁿ

#☆lola writes !#luke castellan #luke castellan fanfic #luke castellan oneshot #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan smut #luke castellan x you #luke pjo #pjo #pjo series #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson #pjo luke #percy series #charlie bushnell

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powderblueblood · 2 months

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how would they handle a pregnancy scare?

TW pregnancy scare i guess WHOOPS it’s ANGSTY in here lmao

HAHA. well!

“did this take this long the first time we did it?”

oh, you mean the first time they did it when lacy bought nancy wheeler’s pregnancy test and they had to wait around in the freezing broken boys bathroom in the middle of midwinter to see if harrington had sired something?

“no,” lacy says, extracting her little finger from her mouth where she’s chewed it to mince, “time has slowed down to a glacial pace in order to punish me for my sins.”

eddie, sitting in the bathtub, attempts a grin. he’s not feeling too spiffy either. “getting locked out of wed?”

“coming off the fucking pill.”

how late is she? late enough to mention, late enough to worry. see, lacy’d been on the pill since they began this little world-axis-shifting dalliance of theirs so she and eddie had enjoyed the luxury of bareback, so to speak. she had put a lot of faith in that thing, but it so happened that she started getting these splitting migraines and low, low, low moods so her campus doctor had suggested that she come off the pill for a little bit. see if that changed anything. hormone imbalance and all that.

problem was, it was kind of hard to remember that she had come off it. those first couple of times, it was kind of an event, lacy making sliding that condom onto eddie almost ritualistic in a way that had him near to busting. but a time or two after that, it kinda… slipped their mind.

it happens. right? or is she stupid all of a sudden?

eddie’s a good boyfriend. drove her right to the drugstore, walked her right up to the counter so at least if the clerk gave her a dirty look, he was giving it to both of them.

but there’s just… something…

“you haven’t… changed your mind or anything?”

the last time they did this, eddie had asked her if she wanted kids. they hadn’t gotten together yet, but the tension between them was like a pot boiling over. spitting everywhere.

“i fully reserve the right to change my answer given the fact that we are eight-shitting-teen years old.”

but now she is twenty. her twenty first birthday looming, in fact.

eddie, doe eyed, watches lacy like he knows she’s got a knot in her chest, because she does. he watches her hands curl over her face, shoulders tense.

“not even…”

because a good girlfriend would say yes, right? a good girlfriend would be like, yes, of course, because i worship the ground you walk on, because i should drop all notions of my life without a second thought at the mere suggestion of a kid with you, because it would make you so happy. and i love you, so much. all i want is to make you happy. i’d eat the sun if that meant anything to you.

that’s what a good girlfriend would do, right? that’s how she would act. overjoyed. dreamy eyed. we’ll make it work, baby, you and me.

and there’ll always be the notion that we shackled each other to this town we purport to hate. and i’ll watch you avoid becoming your father and you’ll watch me become mine. and a little bit of my mother, too. and wayne will still hate me, even moreso for trapping you here. and in between, there’ll be this baby who didn’t ask for any of this at all.

“you can’t hate me for this,” lacy chokes. “i’m begging you.”

i was raised in resentment and i would never risk doing that to another child.

eddie feels sick. he hauls out of the bathtub to wrap his arms around her but his heart is hammering in his ears.

of course he wants this. and when he pictures a kid that theoretically has his eyes and her nose, he gets scared when he can’t really see her in those visions. others, sure. they’re clear as day. eddie knows what their wedding bands will look like, and what she’ll look like brushing her hand through her hair when she’s wearing it.

but he doesn’t see lacy glowing and barefoot, even though he’s tried.

“i don’t… lace…”

elizabeth munson was twenty when she had eddie. al was a little older. she’d snapped her life in half to uproot from memphis to hawkins, only to die six years after.

eddie really tries to make it not feel like a crusade to better his father’s wrongs, when he imagines it. you know?

“because i love you so much, i love you so much that i couldn’t take it,” lacy’s voice cracks in time with his heart, “if you hated me for this.”

a horrible thought flashes through eddie’s mind. would you do it if it meant i would never hate you?

“i love you,” is all he says into her hair, “i really, really love you.”

they stand on the cold tile of the bathroom for a long time. two people very much in love, and seemingly at odds.

eddie peers over lacy’s head at the watch on the counter.

“alright, sweetheart.” feels impersonal. he never calls her that. that’s for the outside world.

lacy picks up the stark white strip from the test tube, and her voice shakes.

“well. a lot of drama over… nothing. i’m sorry.”

eddie watches her shrink into herself, and would easily sock himself in the jaw if he thought it would do any good.

“hey!” his dazzling smile comes into her view, and she nearly buys it for a second. “forget about it, okay? who needs some fucking loser baby, right?”

but what eddie means, in that present moment, at twenty years old, is until next time.

and what lacy knows, in that present moment, at twenty years old, is there won’t be one.

#powder room talk #anonymous #edlacy #hai brainrot #e. munson by powder #l. doevski by powder #published by powder

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justeyuko · 6 days

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"I need you...."

TW: BAREBACK AND NUDITY (soft dw)

Sometimes when I'm not feeling well, I just need to draw Yuka. I'm quite proud of myself for having created her, Yuka reflects a lot on me, so when I'm not feeling well I just need to draw her , and to transmit my emotions in her.

Otherwise the drawing didn't have a NSFW purpose ehehehe

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winthingz · 3 months

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ᴡɪɴᴡɪɴ 🇽 ᴊᴜɴʜᴜɪ ᴏɴᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴛ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ 🔞

"After they filmed a tiktok on TMEA Awards Winwin and Junhui suddenly disappeared. Everyone was looking for them."

tw: cum, dirty talking, nudity

"You don't have to take off your shoes; come in." This was the first time Winwin called someone to his home. He invited Jun to his home for dinner. He regretted this many times in his head, but he invited him during the adrenaline of the situation, so he let Junhui. Calling someone to his house is not Winwin's thing. They both dressed black head to toe, and it was so funny to Winwin that they were going to someone's funeral. Winwin prepared a quick noodle with some fried eggs, and they ate together. After dinner was finished, Junhui thanked Winwin and was about to go home, but he suddenly stopped by Winwin's voice and said, "Can you stay this night?" Even Winwin was shocked; he didn't expect this from himself; he was attracted to Jun today so much and didn't want this good day to end this way. Jun accepted, but the idea of staying alone with Winwin at night already made Jun so horny that he couldn't control his woody, so he tried to hide it with his hand, but Winwin noticed it.

Winwin slowly walked to Junhui and removed his hands from his lap. Junhui just watched and let Winwin direct him. Winwin bent down slowly, held Jun's neck with his right hand, and placed a spitting kiss on his lips, which turned red after the spicy noodles. Then he put his left hand to the other side and started to kiss Jun more aggressively, holding himself back and letting Winwin until now, but he couldn't hold himself back anymore and dropped a more aggressive kiss on Winwin's lips as feedback. He pulled down Winwin, held his waist, and rubbed Winwin's cock in with his woody in his pants. Junhui grabs Winwin's ass and fingers Winwin's butthole with his middle finger while he's clothed, while Winwin picks up a good pace to rub his dick on Junhui's dick. Junhui held Winwin's neck and quickly changed their positions, holding Winwin's hips and picking them closer to his lap. Junhui tried the happy baby sex positions many times, but it was his first time with a man when he was dressed. Winwin is a flexible traditional dancer, so he easily pulled his legs on and started to rub his dick on Winwin's dick aggressively, and at the same time, he was giving Winwin a fervent kiss. While doing that, Winwin's butt was bigger than Jun's thought. Jun dry humped his dick with every piece of Winwin's butt, and while Jun was rubbing his dick to Winwin's butt to cum, Winwin was grabbing Junhui's butt and pulling him towards himself so tight. Jun asks Winwin a bareback without even using one word. Winwin nods his head. Jun took off Winwin's pants and placed him in good on the sofa, unzipped pants because he was about to cum. He had no time to take off his all-pants. He put his three fingers on Winwin's butt. He was preparing to do this tight hole for his woody. While he was winding Winwin's hole with his finger, Winwin was aggressively biting Jun's neck and giving him short kisses. Winwin was also about to cum, but he held it until Jun gave him a big cold cumshot inside his butthole.

Winwin moaned so loudly because Jun added one other finger to his hole and aggressively made Winwin's hole ready to get fucked, then he felt cold saliva on his hole. Jun finally finished his job, spotted it inside Winwin's butt, and slowly put his big, hairy, woody inside this tight hole. "Deeper, Jun," said Winwin with a seductive voice. Jun pulled his hips back and pushed himself with all his strength toward the depths of Winwin's warm and tight hole. "I will give what my whore asks," said Jun, then did the same move more aggressively. It was over even Winwin's pain limit, so he let out a big scream. Jun saw a T-shirt next to the sofa, put it on Winwin's mouth to stop him screaming, then pushed his dick inside Winwin's hole deeper again and again. Winwin's face turned red, but Jun was trying to stop Winwin was holding Jun's butt to take Jun's dick deeper into his butt. Winwin was enjoying every second of this pain and nodded to Jun to do it faster. Jun took the t-shirt from Winwin's mouth and bit under Winwin's lip when he thrust Winwin's deeper. Winwin's tears were dropping, but he was still holding Jun's butt to push it towards himself. Jun finally let out a big moan and shook his butt very strongly to drop all his cumshot inside Winwin's hole. His face looks so fucking sexy when he cummed, it makes Winwin want to take Jun's dick all night. Jun started to deepen Winwin's dick, but Winwin was also masturbating with his one hand during the entire sex. When Jun just bit a little Winwin's dick, Winwin just left it out all cumshot inside Jun's mouth. Then he pulled Junhui aggressively and kissed him so hard to prove he was not disgusting to kiss him after a blowjob. Winwin chuckled while looking at Jun's eyes, acting like he wasn't the one who turned red and his head veins were visible. Jun gave Winwin a final kiss; he gave a quick kiss on Winwin's ear and said, "I'm obsessed with you; you will never be free from me from now on."

#winwin smut #nct smut #wayv smut #jun smut #junhui smut #seventeen smut #kpop smut #junwin

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annwrites · 12 days

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finding bliss in the bliss *.✧

— pairing: jacob seed x fem!reader

— type: ficlet

— summary: jacob seed takes your virginity in a field of bliss

— tags: porn w/o plot tbh

— tw: sex, loss of virginity, drugging, fingering, cussing, dubcon (reader asks about protection, but jacob makes the decision for them both to bareback it)

— word count: 4,544

— a/n: well, this ended up being way longer than i initially expected it to be lol. i hope i kept him in-character!

(this scene was initially going to be used in a much larger fic where the the reader (originally an oc) meets john first during one of joseph's sermons that she went to out of curiosity & generally feeling lost/alone in life. she eventually is taken in by john/eden's gate, bc john has been having dreams about her, & believes she's his soulmate. but bc he knows jacob needs someone good in his life as well, he has her go stay with him at his cabin in the whitetails as he "works" on his silo sometimes, so that she's kept safe while he's away from the ranch. in reality, he's hoping they'll connect & also fall in love. & they do and they're all a happy throuple. but this scene initially ended with jacob trying to pull his cock out of his boxers & she freezes, telling him she wants john to be her first & he gets super hurt & upset about it.) anyway!

You swear, that the more you walk, the more you can hear a faint humming sound coming from up ahead. Once the two of you break through the trees, you see where it'd been coming from. Before you is a massive field of flowers, moths flitting along them, and behind the field is a row of greenhouses, to the right of them a huge marble-and-stone building.

You look to Jacob. "Where are we?"

He nods his head toward the large building. "That's the factory where we make all our bliss. And while there's plenty of others throughout the region, this is the largest field of it that we have."

You balk. So you're both standing before a giant field of hallucinogens.

"W-Why did you bring me here?"

He looks down to you, his hands in his pockets. "You were the one who was curious."

Your brows furrow. "I expressed that curiosity in the truck—meaning you were already headed this way."

"No, originally I was going to take you to Sabre-Tooth Springs. We're just making a detour right now."

He steps away from you then, walking closer to the field.

You panic. "Jacob," you nearly yell his name.

He turns back to you, one brow raised. "You wanted to know what it was like."

"I didn't think I'd be finding out tonight..."

He doesn't respond.

You take a small step closer to him. "What if...what if I have a bad trip?"

He determines it a small victory that you're not going to fight him on this experience, but, rather, are willing to let it happen.

He steps back over to you, his broad form towering over your own. He nearly smirks at how small you are compared to him. So vulnerable...

"I'll be right here the entire time. I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

You glance to the alluring field of flowers, illuminated only by the moon above and the lights from the greenhouses in the back, then back to the large man before you.

"Do you really think my first time doing it...it being in a field of it, is a good idea?"

He shrugs. "No one's ever had a better one."

You nearly roll your eyes as he turns away from you. You quickly reach out, gripping his right hand in your left and his head jerks in your direction at the sudden contact.

You look up to him with wide eyes. "Can...can I hold your hand?"

Your own is shaking, he notes.

He nods.

You take a deep breath, then another as you step closer and closer, until, finally, you're at the beginning of a path, which leads down the middle of the garden.

You grip his hand tighter as the two of you begin down it, your head quickly beginning to spin as you breathe in the strong-smelling flowers which surround you. Your other hand comes up to wrap around his arm, sparkles filling your vision. "I feel so dizzy. Light-headed." You look around you, your vision swimming, heart now pounding. "Everything looks funny. I don't like this."

He drags you along, further in, cutting across the path until you're completely surrounded by the angel's trumpet flowers. "Just relax. Everything you're feeling is completely normal."

You shake your head, trying to center yourself, but it causes the entire world to spin instead, so you press your forehead against Jacob's upper-arm, desperately wanting it to stop.

"Here, just sit down and ride it out."

Ride it out? There was no riding it out, so long as you were sitting in a damn field of it.

Nevertheless, you do as you're told, taking a seat beside him, swaying side-to-side as you watch the world around you ebb and flow, as if you were underwater.

"Hey, look at me," Jacob says as he gently places his index finger under your chin, turning your face in his direction, causing your vision to fill with small silver sparkles again.

"Yeah, your pupils are blown."

Your heart jumps and you swallow nervously as you reach up to your face. "Is that bad?" You ask with a whimper.

He smirks. "No, just means it's working."

You wonder what he means by that, but find yourself completely unable to concentrate long enough to try and figure it out.

"Lie back."

You do, closing your eyes, willing yourself to calm down. Wait—hadn't he said it helped do just that? No. That happened when you found the correct dosage, which this most certainly was not.

They smelled so lovely, though...

Finally, when you open your eyes, you notice that Jacob is now leaning against his left arm, looking down at you. "How do you feel?"

You blink up at him. "Warm."

"So take a layer off."

You giggle, then cover your mouth, wondering where the hell that had come from. You lower your arms back down to your sides. "Are you trying to get me to take my clothes off?"

His brow raises. "You're wearing a hoodie."

You flush. "Oh. Right."

You unzip it and Jacob's eyes darken when he notices you're not wearing a bra beneath your thin t-shirt, but you don't see his reaction as you sit up long enough to slip the article of clothing off, lying it beside you before you lie back down again.

"Better?" He asks.

You look up at him again, suddenly feeling warm all over. Was that a normal reaction?

"No, still warm."

His jaw flexes, then, "So take something else off."

Normally, you know you would be beyond upset at such a suggestion, would make a scene over it. Would never do it, but you simply...don't care in this moment. You feel a way you never have before. Calm, euphoric. Happy.

So you sit up again and grip your t-shirt at the hem, lifting it up over your head and Jacob watches, his face betraying nothing as he takes in your now-naked breasts.

You lie down yet again and giggle, covering your shapely breasts with your hands. "I'm naked."

"Not technically." He replies, his tone completely serious.

"How are you not...do you not feel as good as I do right now?" When you speak, your voice sounds little like your own now. It's playful, lilted, breathy... Alluring.

His jaw twitches. “Let's just say I've developed a bit of an immunity to it.”

You wonder how that's even possible. How much of it someone would have to do to even achieve that. But because it's him—Mister Always-in-Control—you're not surprised by this fact.

You reach down to the waistband of your sweatpants and begin to wiggle out of them, not even caring as your underwear goes with them.

You look up to Jacob then, and his gaze is trained solely on your face now.

“Now I am.” You say, your entire body warm, a flush spreading lower than just your face, but to your neck and breasts as well.

He simply replies with a “Mhm.”

You laugh at him, then mimic his serious disposition by pursing your lips and furrowing your brow. “So serious.”

You close your eyes again and breathe deeply, heat now pooling between your thighs.

Jacob, while your eyes are shut, uses the moment to take you all in. Your breasts, your soft stomach, your round hips and supple thighs, and your sex between your legs.

When he looks back to your comely face, your wide eyes are open and watching him.

Before he can think or do anything, you're on top of him—straddling him—your legs bent at the knee on either side of his waist as you come down to rest directly over his throbbing erection, which strains painfully beneath his jeans.

He leans back on both his elbows as you rest each of your arms on either of his shoulders, your breasts nearly in his face.

"The hell are you doing?"

You shrug, feeling unusually bold. Obviously. Or you wouldn't naked, on top of Jacob Seed, in a field of psychedelic flowers right now. "Not sure yet." You giggle again, running your fingers through his hair.

"You're a naughty little thing, aren't you?"

You feel your core heat at that. "Not usually."

His lips twitch. "I'm aware. Had I known all it would take to bring your walls down would be some bliss, I would've brought you down here days ago."

You scoot a bit closer, your chest nearly against his and he groans at the sensation as his cock twitches underneath you.

"Why?"

He's broken from thoughts of fucking you senseless for teasing him like this. "Why what?"

"You've barely spoken to me for the past week, not that you're ever home, so why do you care about my walls?"

His cock hardens at you talking about walls, him wondering what the ones between your legs would feel like clenching around him. He doubts you could take all of him anyway.

"Does that upset you, me not paying attention to you, sweetheart?" He asks in a mocking tone.

Normally, you'd fill with embarrassment or shame. But right now? You simply shrug.

"Is that why you're naked and on top of me? Because you don't need my attention?" He asks, thinking he finally has the upper hand. How wrong he is...

You grind down against his erection and sigh. "Mm, actually I want this."

He raises a brow. "To dry hump me?"

He could give you a lot more than that, you need only ask. But he wasn't about to admit as much.

You hesitate for a moment, then nod.

He glances down to where your sex is already making a wet spot on his jeans, directly over his cock. He then looks back up to you, eyes hooded. "Go on, then."

It's all the encouragement you need before you reposition herself overtop of his left leg instead. He lowers it until it's flat on the ground, and then you do exactly what he said. You rub yourself against the leg of his pants, your head thrown back in ecstasy, your eyes closed, lips slightly parted.

For awhile, Jacob simply watches you, arms behind his head, content to let you do this all night if that's what you want.

Then, Jacob sits up for a moment, reaching behind you to slip the band around your ponytail free and your hair falls in soft waves down your back. Her briefly considers how it would feel wrapped around his fist.

You don't stop your ministrations for a moment, continuing to whimper and sigh and moan as you take what you want, perhaps need.

Finally, you opens your eyes and Jacob sits up a bit. You wrap your arms back around his neck again and crush your lips to his.

You open your mouth, moaning into his own over and over. God, you'd never felt so good, so free, so alive before. You understood why people took bliss now. Who wouldn't want to feel like this forever? You could get lost in it. Wanted to.

He flicks his tongue against yours , then brings his rough, calloused palms to rub up and down her bare back and you shiver, gasping against his lips at the heightened sensation.

Then, he grips your hips as you continue to ride him, wishing he could get some fucking relief himself. He wasn't usually this generous, in that, if he was with a woman, they were both getting theirs. Not just one of them.

You begin to ride his leg faster then, your breath coming in soft, short pants. He suddenly flips you onto your back "Oh no you don't."

Your eyes shoot open, as well as your mouth, but before you can speak a word of protest, Jacob is lying on his side, leaning against his left arm as he spreads both of your legs with his right, then reaches between them with that same hand, running his index and middle fingers between her soaking folds before plunging them inside of you.

You gasp at the unexpected gesture, then throw your head back against the ground.

Jacob brings his other arm to press down on the lower portion of your stomach as his fingers frantically fuck you, barely allowing you to catch your breath.

You bring your right arm up to grip his jacket, unable to so much as speak, only able to make the most embarrassing noises—which included those coming from between your thighs...

Jacob suddenly curves his fingers upward and you moan his name in response, causing him to smirk in satisfaction before easing yet another finger inside of you.

It doesn't take but a few minutes more before you finish, his palm covered in you as your back arches and you spread your legs wider. Sparks explode against your eyelids, your entire being set ablaze, your cunt contracting wildly against him.

He doesn't even bother stopping, until your hand comes down to grip his wrist. "Please," you whisper, trying to catch your breath, trying to calm your pounding heart.

His movements cease and he removes his fingers from inside you and you watch as he immediately places them in his mouth, your eyes going wide as he sucks your juices from them.

Only once he's cleaned them does he settle his arm over one of her lowered thighs. "Do you have any idea how fucking good you taste?"

You open and close your mouth like some stupid, gaping fish, before closing it and opting to simply shake your head.

He runs two of his fingers between your hot, dripping folds and your body jerks in response before he brings them up to your lips. "Open."

You obey and he eases his fingers into your mouth and you suck on them before he removes them a few seconds later. You don't find there to be anything extraordinary about how you taste, but perhaps he had a different palate than you.

You then decide that you sound ridiculous, and have no idea what you're even on about.

"So, did you get what you needed? Or do you need to go again?"

You're surprised he's offering you a second orgasm. But pleased he is nonetheless. The first had been...unlike anything you'd ever felt before. Had been mind-bending. Your entire body had been at his mercy.

You look at him shyly. "Maybe."

He brushes one of his calloused thumbs over your nipple. "Oh yeah?" He says with mild interest before gazing at you.

You spread your legs again, nodding. "Mhm."

He sighs. "What am I going to do with you?"

You bite your lip. "Whatever you want."

He shakes his head, chuckling. "Don't tell me that or I'll fuck you within an inch of your life."

You still, somewhat wishing he would.

Then, you climb back on top of him again. He leans back like before. "What are you up to now, darlin'?"

You unbuckle his belt and his hand shoots out to grip your wrist in an iron clasp.

You look up to him, your heart pounding wildly with excitement.

"You sure about this?" He has no condoms on him and he wasn't about to even consider the pullout method. When he came, it would be deep—with his cock buried as far inside of you as he can get it—every drop of his cum filling you. And if your coupling resulted in something...more...he'd deal with that then.

All he could think was everything he wanted to do to you right now. Consequences be fucking damned.

You look at him, a smile playing on your lips. "Trust me."

Him trusting you wasn't the problem right now. Sure, bliss no longer had the effect on him that it once did, but there was still an impact on his body when he got near it. And being here with you like this in a field of it? He was liable to lose control once he was finally inside of you.

Once you have his belt fully undone, you then unbutton and unzip his pants and you kneel next to him and he lifts his hips as you slide them down to his ankles.

Before he can toe off his boots, wanting to fuck you completely bare, you've climbed back into his lap and are reaching for his erection over his boxers. You stroke him a few times before rubbing the tip of him against your cunt.

He looks at you in confusion. "What're you doing?"

You continue rubbing him against you and his cock twitches—once, twice—and he wants nothing more in all the fucking world than to finally sheathe himself inside of you.

"Are you trying to be a cock tease?" He asks, irritation lacing his voice.

You give him a mischievous grin and shrug before rolling your head to the side, your hair coming to slip over the front of your shoulder.

Jacob sits up, his chest pressed against yours and you wrap your arms around his neck then. He relaxes some. You'd just been trying to ready yourself, that was all. He reaches under you and starts trying to pull his boxers lower, trying to free his erection, but you still and pull away, looking down.

"I..."

He stops. "What?"

If you were about to ask 'what about a condom', so help him God almighty above...

"I've never..." You trail off.

Realization dawns on him. You were a fucking virgin. Even if you sure as hell were not acting like one right now.

"You're still a virgin, sweetheart?"

You nod, suddenly embarrassed.

He squeezes both of your hips firmly in his rough hands. "You want to fix that tonight?"

You just stare at him, running your fingers nervously through his hair.

He moves his hands lower, gripping your ass. "Hm? Would you like that?"

Your cunt was throbbing between your legs and you were so wet that you were dripping. All you could think about was all the things he might do to you if you said yes.

Why had you been waiting again? With your head so light and fuzzy, you couldn't remember anymore.

Finally, you nod.

He gently sets you to the side and you watch as he unlaces his boots, then tugs off his jeans the rest of the way. He then pulls his shirt off over his head and you feel a pang in your chest at the scars littering his abdomen. What had happened to him?

Your feeling sorry for him is cut short, however, when he pulls his boxers off, freeing his erection.

Oh God. It'd never fit. Never ever.

He gently grips your hips in his hands again and you sit back on his thighs and gingerly take his erection in your hands, holding it up against your stomach. It came up above your navel.

Jacob could nearly laugh from the terrified look on your face.

"Something the matter, honey?"

"It's too big," you look up to him, eyes wide and full of innocence. "It's not going to fit."

It twitches in your grip and you nearly unhand him when it does so.

"Oh, I'll make it fit, baby. One way or another."

You look into his eyes again.

"So, you want to be on top, or should I?" He asks, his tone patient as you decided.

"I...I don't know."

He sits up, wrapping his arms around you, your hands still around his dripping erection. "You want me to decide then?" He grabs your ass again, squeezing. "Want me to do all the work and you just enjoy yourself?"

You nod, hesitantly.

He leans forward, trailing his lips, then his tongue along your neck and you let out an unexpected moan, making his hard cock twitch again. Once his lips are near the shell of your ear, he speaks. His voice is low, gravely, full of lust. "Lie back and spread your legs."

He quickly grabs his jacket, fanning it out and you lie back on it, doing as you were told, spreading your legs wide for him.

He kneels before you, resting back on his haunches as his hands first grip your breasts, massaging them, then he uses one of his hands to grip your hip, the other palm-face down, running between your breasts, down your stomach, finally coming to rest overtop of your sex.

"This what you want, darlin'?"

You watch as his cock bobs between his legs. You nod, silently.

He slowly eases two fingers inside of you and you grip the jacket beneath you.

"Oh, yeah, that's what you want. Nice and wet and ready for me, huh, baby?"

You bite your lip, whimpering as he teases you like you had teased him.

Your eyes pop open when he removes his fingers, now rubbing the tip of his cock against your entrance instead, slapping it gently against your pussy a few times.

"What about-"

"What about what, sweetheart?" He asks, brow raised in mock-interest at what you have to say.

"Protection."

"We don't need it," he states, pushing inside of you before you can protest.

The pain isn't as bad as you had imagined it would be. Perhaps some mild discomfort at first, but he gives you a moment to adjust to the size of him—you'd been stupid in thinking those first few inches would be it, though.

As he eases himself the rest of the way in, the feeling is unlike anything you'd ever felt before.

You'd fingered yourself before, even used the handle of a hairbrush a few times, watching with fascination as it bobbed inside of you as you clenched around it, but this...you'd never felt so completely filled.

Jacob lets out a low swear and you look up to him in worry, until he speaks. "You're so fucking tight, Jesus."

He looks down at you, where your bodies are now joined, his length completely hidden inside of you. You'd done far better at taking every inch of him than he'd previously anticipated. "That feel good, sweetheart? You like that?"

"I feel so...so full."

He smirks. "I bet."

He begins to rock his hips against yours, slowly, using every ounce of self-control not to just fuck you raw like he wants so desperately to do.

He lowers himself on top of you, one of his hands holding himself up, trying not to crush you. He uses his other to slide down your thigh, lifting it onto his back. He sinks impossibly deeper and curses.

He looks down at you as you wrap your other leg around his backside. "Do you know how good you feel like this?"

You shake your head, eyes now glazed over, face and breasts splotchy with a sex-flush.

"First one to be inside of this pretty little cunt, hm?"

If you weren't already pink and red all over, you'd flush from the words leaving his lips. "Y-yes."

He eases out and back into you a few more times, your cunt squelching from how wet you are. "Such a needy little pussy, isn't it? Bet it doesn't take much to get it soaked, does it?"

You shake your head, licking your lips. "It's kind of annoying, actually."

He chuckles. "Only for you. You have any idea how much use I'd get out of it if it belonged to me?"

You grow quiet, mortified at the way he was talking about your body, even if it turned you on all the more.

He crushes his lips against yours, using his tongue to tease you for a moment before pulling away, sitting up again, cock still firmly inside of you. He reaches down, brushing the pad of his thumb along your lower lip, before easing it into your mouth. "You look like you could use something to suck on, darlin'."

And so you do. You suck on his thumb, hollowing your cheeks, wrapping both of your hands around his, and he groans at the sight, imaging how his cock would feel in there. God, you were fucking perfect.

He rams his cock into you a few times and you just moan and sigh in pleasure.

He pulls out a few inches, admiring his glistening length, completely covered in you, and then he shoves it back in. You clench around him and take note of how he hisses at the sensation.

You do it a few more times, completely on purpose now and he curses, and not quietly. "Fuck, Y/N."

Eventually, he grips your hips again, rolling over so that you're on top and he begins to tug your hips forward, then back, trying to encourage you to ride him again. You start to do so, the feeling of him settled inside of you, feeling him moving with you...it's such an odd sensation, but it feels so good.

He lies back, reaching up, taking both of your breasts in his hands, fondling them as you rock your hips against his. He begins to tug against your nipples, gently pinching them and smirks when he feels you clench at the feeling.

"You like that, baby, that feel good?"

You nod fervently. "You're doing such a good job riding my cock, sweetheart. That's it." He grips your hips again, having you bounce on it. He throws it head back. "Fuck, just like that. God—fuck."

You settle both of your hands, palms face-down, on each of his pectorals, settling onto his cock again and then you begin to roughly buck your hips against him, riding him as hard as your body can manage.

So much for letting him do all the work...

He says your name over and over again, eyes closed, a curse escaping his lips every-other word.

He's gripping your hips and sides so hard you're sure he'll leave bruises, but you don't dare tell him to stop. Finally, he sits up, crushing you against him, his face buried in your breasts, taking one, then the other into his mouth, gently biting down and sucking on them as you continue to ride and ride, his breathing become more erratic, his hips bucking up into you, the tip of his cock plunging against your cervix.

"Fuck, baby, just like that. Good girl. Ride my fucking cock. Just like that, honey."

Finally, you climax, your walls clenching around him over and over again, the first time you'd come from anything other than clitoral stimulation.

Jacob quickly follows you over the edge, his cum shooting inside of you, hot and plentiful as he moans into your hair.

Once the two of you settle, coming down from your orgasms, he slowly eases you onto your back once more, removing his cock from you inch-by-inch, his cum spilling out of you, onto the ground.

"There's so much of it," you say, surprised, looking up to him, noticing his member was coated in it, sticky cum dripping from the tip still.

He smirks, looking between your spread legs where your cunt was now just a messy red hole—covered in him—needing to be filled again. "And there's plenty more, trust me."

#fic: far cry v (jacob seed x reader)#jacob seed x reader #jacob seed imagine #jacob seed x you #far cry 5 x reader #far cry 5 x you

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b4sorex1a · 2 months

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i’m currently obsessed with jude and gavi, so jude fucking gavi with a madrid jersey would be amazing. you already know gavi would hate having to wear a madrid jersey, which would make him all whiny and bratty while getting fucked, that would only turn jude on even more and fuck him harder. because gavi loves it bareback, jude would make sure to take a picture of gavi wearing the madrid with his name on his back, while having cum spilling out of his ass

tw: nsfw, minors dni.

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Jersey sex is officially a smut subgenre in this blog! Specially with this pairing, it’s really hot.

My go to scenario with these two is that Gavi probably lost a bet or something, like he said ‘fuck you we’re winning el clásico today, if we don’t I swear I’ll wear your stupid madridista shirt’ and then they lose, because Pedri got injured again or something like that.

So Gavi’s all mad, he’s feisty, and Jude wants to fuck the brattyness out of him, teasing and licking everywhere.

White looks elegant and makes him feel horrible but it’s gorgeous on him, it has Bellingham’s number and name in the back.

He lost on the pitch and now he’s losing on the bed, it’s humiliating but Gavi lets Jude fuck the pent up anger out. He’s petty, he’ll scratch his back to hurt him a little.

Their sex would be rough and biting, Jude feels euphoria because he won and now he has a pretty boy toy in his bed, all exposed just for him. Pablo loves the feeling of a big dick inside, but he’s still mad, he won’t admit how much he loves Jude Bellingham’s huge cock…

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macravishedbymactavish · 1 year

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Somebody Come Get Him (TF141 x M!Reader)

He's dancing like a stripper.

TW for mentions of alcohol, swearing, club dancers. Soap wants to be a sugar baby but do we blame him.

You passively listened as plans for a night out this weekend were being planned. Who would be the designated driver? Should we go somewhere new? You two are coming, right?

"Sorry guys, I'll have to pass on that. It's my grans birthday and you know how it is with older people" you chuckled at the momentary horror in their eyes. "I'm sure Simon will be a good sport and go out this time. Right mate?"

The look of object horror and filtered rage in your best friends gaze caused your heart to skip a beat or two. You loved Simon like a brother, but he was a scary motherfuc--

"'Course I will, since you can't be bothered. Tell Gran I say hello" He quipped, seeing right through you. Fuck I shouldn't have thrown him under the bus...

Swallowing the growing anxiety inside, knowing this was bound to bite you in the ass later. You gave your friends a warm smile before bidding yourself off. To granny's house.

"You're late!" You heard an accented voice scold as you walked in the back. "How many times must I yell at you before you learn? I think you like being yelled at!"

A smile spread across your face in amusement as the woman's attempt at scolding. Walking by you pressed a cheeky kiss to her head chuckling. She couldn't stay mad at you, or anyone else here for that matter.

"Happy birthday, Gran" you teased, ducking as a headband was thrown in your direction at the name. Ma, boss lady, Gran (she hated that one), Ruska Roma (she loved this one) -- a woman by many names to her many employees. The only boss in history that everyone seemed to like.

"What did I say about that shit? Enough!" She laughed, followed by a thank you, asshole. Now get to work already. Save the world by day, and entertain the world by night.

"You're here? Been a long time stranger" you heard a familiar voice tease, walking up behind you to place her hands on your shoulders. Eyes meeting yours in the mirror, one eyebrow raised in a silent question. Your bitten lip, and awkward smile gave you away.

"You still haven't told them?" Your soul sister laughed.

"Why would I? It's bad enough that Simon knows some of what I do, let alone my entire team" You argued, face and neck flushing at the idea of the guys finding you out. "All they need to know is I'm visiting family for a birthday"

"And you're bringing poor gran into this? Straight to hell for you" Her eyes widened, her shit eating smirk growing. Everyone here knew you were part of an elite team.

Nobody on your team knew you were actually a member of 2 elite teams. Awkward.

"At least I'll be in good company" you snorted, rolling your shoulders back as you took a deep breath. Nerves starting to catch up with you, 45 minutes until you're on deck.

"Barebackers? Never heard of the place" Kyle scrunched his nose up slightly at the suggestion. A place that appeared in Johnny's targeted ads. "Think it's any good?"

"Half decent menu for pub food" Simon chipped in, mindlessly scrolling his phone. The last thing he wanted was to go out tonight, but someone had to use him as the scapegoat.

"Better than trying to party with Gran all night" Johnny laughed, pulling up the address.

"Pre show shots for my birthday!" Gran called out, causing everyone in the dressing room to cheer. Her birthday being the only night staff can consume any alcohol while on shift.

Taking a shot from the tray, you lifted it in the air. Joining in on the out of tune "happy birthday" being sung.

"So that was terrible, thanks you two" Price huffed, leading the group out of the club. Cursing to himself that he didn't notice anything odd about a name like Barebackers.

Barebackers!

"How was I supposed to know it was a bunch'a dudes stripping?" Kyle argued, shaking his head. Not that there's anything wrong with it, but going to a club like that with your coworkers was unerving to say the least.

"I know a place down the street. Shouldn't be any dancers" Simon offered, ready to leave Barebackers behind. Happy he dodged a you-sized bullet tonight.

"Aye! Be ready to go, the song after this is all you" you heard the DJ yell to you. Pulling your attention from the patrons at the bar you were serving. Giving her a thumbs up, you began the process of hyping yourself up for the show.

You've been doing this for a fair while, you were confident in your abilities to entertain and majority of the feedback you received was positive. Doesn't mean you're not riddled with nerves and feel like you're about to vomit before going on stage though.

Ignoring the twisting of your stomach, you busied yourself with making the next order of drinks that came through.

3 fruity drinks, 1 double whiskey and 1 double bourbon.

"I'm not drinking that" Simon pushed the purple and blue drink back across the table. "That's begging for a damn hangover"

"Suit yourself old man" Kyle laughed as Johnny sat back in his seat, now with both drinks in hand. "More buzz for me"

"You start puking, you're on your own" Price mumbled, staring at the two younger men.

"What ever happened to being a mother hen, sir?" Kyle laughed, damn near doubled over when Price gave him a silent side eye in response.

Don't compare me to poultry again.

"Fuckin 'ell" Simon cussed under his breath, seeing movement out of the side of his eye. Dear old Granny smiling over at him with a knowing look, giving him a small wave.

"Now why don't you give it a shot? One night, you keep all your tips and if you don't like it you're off the hook" she bartered. You brought in a ton of revenue and traffic after your first night. She could only imagine what having double trouble military men would do.

"I'll pass ma'am" He awkwardly nodded, already hearing his brother laughing at him if this ever got out. Even worse, his squad.

"If this SAS gig ever doesn't work out, you know where to find me. Or he will at least" she jabbed a thumb in your direction, to where you stood behind the bar chatting with patrons.

That had to have been what, 6, 7 years ago? How did the woman look almost identical to now. Better yet,

How did she recognize him?

"Mr. Riley, it's good to see you again" He tensed right up, hearing a familiar voice now beside him.

"Couldn't miss your birthday Gran" Ignoring the awestruck looks of his team, he carried on light conversation. Hoping her previous offer wouldn't come back around.

"All drinks on me tonight, so have fun" she smiled at everyone, as the song was fading out. "Rooster there, find me after. I have an offer you can't refuse" she winked at Soap, who's eyes widened as he finished half of the second drink.

"Enjoy the show, boys" with one last smile, she returned to her initial seat. Beside the main stage a few feet away from them.

"Gran just hit on you" Kyle howled, clutching his stomach as his body shook with laughter. Managing to get out something about this is amazing.

"I'd be a damn good sugar baby" Johnny smiled, moving to finish his drink before promptly choking. "Is that?!" Eyes wide, looking directly at where you walked on stage.

"Bloody hell it is" Price chuckled, impressed with the confidence and skill you held yourself with. Feeling Simon slide down a little more in his seat beside him. The music picked up before he could ask just how much his lieutenant knew about your personal life.

"Is this how granny likes to party?" Johnny yelled over the music, expression a mix between confusion, intrigue and approval.

"I guess she owns this place now too" Simon grumbled, arms crossed as he watched you put your all into the show. Last he heard of the old bat, she had a private entertainment buisness. Leasing out her dancers to the highest bidders to the local clubs.

"I don't see why you wouldn't take her up on the offer" you shrugged, counting your payout from the night. "Easy way to make extra cash and unload after a long day here"

You heard a soft grunt in response from the other couch. Your best friend and roommate still in disbelief that you were so open and willing to take your clothes off for money.

"Too much family 'round here. Don't need my nephew hearing about that" you stopped counting, and gave him an amused look. You were terrified for your first show, and all but begged him to come as moral support. While Simon respected the talent and effort, it solidified that he wouldn't be caught dead half naked and shaking himself on stage.

"Then don't tell him. Simple"

3 of the men watched as you performed, all the movements coming naturally. A skill that you gave your last few years perfecting.

The 4th was pinching the bridge of his nose groaning about how he got into this situation. From one bar watching half naked dudes dance to another.

You focused on your movements, letting yourself get lost in the music and occasional cheers. No other thought besides letting loose, having fun, ohmygodisthatmyteam.

Brushing the thought aside as soon as it came, you finished your performance. Sauntering off the stage, catching your coworker in a quick hug before making your way to the back, shaking slightly. Nope. No. Nonononono.

"Who's the one with the cap? You need to introduce me" your soul sister begged, handing you a towel to wipe off the sweat and residual glitter from your performance. Fuck, play this right.

"I dunno, is he a regular?" Your heart lept into your throat as you feigned ignorance. Refusing to meet her knowing gaze as you changed back into your normal clothing for the remainder of your shift.

"In your life, yes. Now spill, who is he?" She bit her lip, smile widening as you rolled your eyes. About to shut her down when you noticed a familiar figure wander into the back alongside Gran. Fuckfuckfuck

"I've gotta go, can't leave things unattended" you rushed out, turning to leave before you heard a call of your name in a familiar accent.

"You never told me there were more fine gentleman" Gran lightly scolded, one hand wrapped gingerly around Johnny's bicep as she smirked. "Why not?"

While you were proud of yourself for both lives you ran, you also made a point to keep said lives seperate. Church and state if you will. None of the guys on 141 (minus Simon - but you two met in your teens) knew about your extracurricular activities, and none of your entertainment family knew exactly what you did in the military. 5 years of keeping this life secret, now exposed.

"Not to flirt with you, but you look mighty hot" Johnny laughed, clearly a tad intoxicated as he scanned around the room. Wondering why you didn't tell the guys sooner.

"Gran, a minute?" You whispered, avoiding your friends gaze. Shame suddenly taking over you. Why? There's nothing wrong with this, with what I do.

"We can talk here. No secrets." She looked you dead in the eye, reading every thought going on in your head. "They love you anyway. Maybe a little more now even. You are a man of many talents, my son" she smiled, patting your cheek lightly while encouraging you to see the rest of your team. You nodded slowly, grabbing Johnny as you walked back out into club (much to his dismay, something about sugar baby dreams...?)

"So much for "when we work together I best not have to see you shaking your ass around anymore" Simon grumbled when you approached the table, "when did Roma buy out the place?" He asked, as you sat alongside your team. Leg bouncing with nerves.

"About a year ago now, I started here after the OP we did in Amsterdam" you quietly explained, cringing when you heard Johnny start loudly explaining to Gaz how much he liked it here.

"You keep yourself busy then" Price offered, amusement lacing his tone. "No wonder you're rich. Natural talents pay quite well I suppose"

"Natural talents? More like years of practice" Simon quipped, giving them a brief summary to your years of knowing each other. The countless times he walked in on you dancing somewhere in your shared flat half naked. Causing your face to burn brighter with every word and story. Your move earlier in the night officially coming back around to haunt you.

"No need to be ashamed, you're good at what you do" Price started, taking a swig of his drink before continuing.

"But I best not see you shaking your ass anywhere near me ever again"

Taglist: @bloodonmyhands-1221 @v1naco @bowtruckleninja

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #task force 141 x reader #john soap mctavish x reader #captain john price x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #cod mw2 imagine #call of duty mw2 imagine #task force 141 imagine

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sluttygallavich · 4 months

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Galladrabbles: bareback

Long-time lurker, first-time poster. In christening this new nsfw blog, the prompt "bareback" feels most à propos. Thank you @ohkate and, of course, @galladrabbles.

Please someone tell me if I'm doing this all wrong, lol.

Rated E (for filth)

AU; different first meet

TW: cheating (on other ppl)

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Ian thrust harder into the dark-haired stranger, their bodies pressed tight against the brick wall of the alley. He glanced again at the gold band around the guy’s tattooed finger, but it only sent a thrill up Ian’s spine.

He buried his face back into the stranger’s neck. He smelled so damn good. Already he knew he couldn’t let this be a one-time thing.

The guy moaned into his fist, arching his back, his ass like a vice on Ian’s cock.

“Fuck… Gonna cum so deep inside,” Ian whispered. “Want you going home to your husband still dripping my load.”

#galladrabbles #smut #plot what plot #gallavich #ian x mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #shameless #fanfic #drabbles

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dumps-write · 2 years

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Aftermath: Side Effects

Dylan Lenivy x Male Reader

Synopsis: After Dylan almost killed you in his werewolf form, you both return to the lodge but Dylan had other plans after cleaning wounds and blood, quite the abnormal and animalistic one.

TW // Explicit Sexual Content —READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION, Teensy Guilt Angst, Violence at the start, First Aid Corny Jokes, Author does not know if potrayed Dylan correctly, Kaitlyn gets to see somethings she does not want to see, Reader has an attitude, Established Relationship with Dylan Lenivy.

Sexual Warnings // Rough!Dominant Top Dylan, Anal Sex, Eating Out, Unprotected Sex, Lubeless Sex/Saliva as Lube, Bareback, Cum Filling/Breeding, Marking, Biting, Overstimulation, Dylan goes overboard, Butt Squeezing, Sex with Werewolf Instincts (Hinted), Sleepy Sex, Rough Sex, Possessive Sex, Prostate Stimulation. (Tell if I forgot to tag anything.)

A/N: This is the first I've written smut other than the people I'm used to write for so please give feedbacks and improvements tips about like Dylan's Personality cuz this is beyond my comfort writing zone (which I'm trying to widen.) This idea came to me when I saw Dylan still having his humanity before turning rather than Nick/Emma who were aggressive as fuck. So in turn Dylan had a drawback moment and needed to release frustrations and anger or stuff through intercourse (IK KINDA WEIRD IDEA).

You let out ragged breaths as Were-Dylan was on top of you, a painful whimper slipped out of your tongue as his teeth sank into your shoulders — struggling immensely as you reached for the shotgun loaded with silver bullets that Kaitlyn left you with. A scream was trying to get out of your throat as you felt blood spill from where the werewolf broke skin. The tip of your fingers was touching the shotgun as you tried to grab the silver-loaded firearm — turning it against Were-Dylan’s head, your finger prepared to pull the trigger....

“I—AH! Fuck, Dyl.. Dyl! Please, I'm sorry..!” you cried out, closing your eyes with a deep intake of air.

A sob slipped from your lips, fingers tight around the trigger — till the sound of blood splash made you suddenly shoot your eyes wide open, you were now face-to-face with a human Dylan biting into your bloody, messed up arm — His mouth slowly pulling away from your skin, awkwardly as his eyes confused staring into your irises. “Uh...?”

Dylan looked slightly over to the left as he was met with a shotgun pointed into his face, “AHHH!!!” he screamed bloody murder, getting away from you as soon as possible, — Your eyes wandering up to his clothes tattered up with red surrounding his skin to his terrified expression and his teeth dripping blood.

“Wha— W-What are you doing?! WHAT WAS I DOING?!” He panics, breathing uncontrollably and looking distressed as he tries to remember what actually happened. Water welled up in your eyes as you sucked in large breath

“Dyl...”

You clutched your bleeding arm, “W-Well, you were about to turn me into your 5-star gourmet, that's for sure. Hah..” you joked, a warm expression on your face before wincing from the bleeding pain as tears fell from your eyes, not totally from the pain but from the relief you felt when he turned back.

Your hands flew up to your bleeding shoulder, as you hiked yourself up with your healthy arm and threw the shotgun further. “Y/N...”

“Y/N — b-babe, I didn't mean to, I was just—” Dylan started, hyperventilating as he repulsed at the taste of iron embedded on his tongue.

“That wasn't you, Dyl, don't mention it.” You solace, cutting the man of his upcoming pity speech which you didn't really need right now.

Dylan's bloody face showed a regretful expression.

“Hey, it's fine but can you please help me before we go over what happened. Cuz.... I really need a hand, or a non-bleeding arm.” You jest, to which made Dylan stand up eventually and finally brought a smile back to his face.

“Oh my god, I'm hurt — I need a tall, wise-cracking man to come save a gallant in distress” You acted, wailing falsely as you rolled your eyes in the back of your head and leaning your head back as an addition to your IRL stage play to which Dylan responded with a humorous laugh and walked over.

“I didn't expect you to be into that.” Dylan said mischievously, guilt is still written over his face but he's still the Dylan Dylan you know of.

“Into what?” You asked, eyes wandering into his as he leaned down, sliding his arm below your injured body before he lifted you up bridal style with ease, shocking you — “Woah, there — Easy....” you gasped out, hand still in your shoulder and a surprised expression at his strength.

“—Into kinky werewolf biting.” he mumbled near your face, snickering under his breath making you look up at his face and hitting him on his mostly-revealed chest; staining his revealed skin with even more blood in the process — and somehow he still managed to keep you balanced in his arms.

“Shut up.” you huffed at his unnecessary joke, earning you a laugh. “Also, how are you like lifting me so easily like this?” you asked, confused at his immense strength and stability.

“Remaining werewolf power!” He said, voice full of energy and looked at you as he curved his eyebrow sexily at you — you look at him strikingly and fake disgusted expression at that. “We can now definitely have powerful werewolf se—”

“Oh my god, do not finish that sentence. I'm starting to wonder if a frown on your face is better now.” You gave him the keening look at his inappropriate jokes while blood is leaking from the injury his were-teeth gave, leaving a trail of blood as he walks you back on his arms into the direction of the lodge.

Dylan joked around while walking towards the large house, some inappropriate, some actually funny and some out of pocket. You just rolled your eyes at him and told him that he's unbelievable. Cuz yeah, imagine forgetting that you were inches close to putting silver into his brain or the fact that you almost became wolf chow. I mean, as much as you'd like to remind him — his guilty face also made you feel guilty in a way that what if almost putting a bullet through his head was selfish of you... It was survival though, right?

After putting up with Dylan’s snarky remarks and clownery, a relieved sigh came out of your throat when you were met with the sight of the lodge. “Okay, big boy, you can put me down now — I still have legs, but thank you..., though.”

You tapped Dylan’s chest softly.

But the unexpected happened and Dylan pulled you closer, his grip tightening against you — your eyes widened and laughed it off awkwardly as one of Dylan’s jokes. “Okay, Dyl- Ha ha, very funny and werewolf-y.” you respond with a short-lived chuckle.

“You smell so...”

Dylan’s voice got cut off by a certain girl though, “Hey you guys! Are you both okay?” Kaitlyn called out, waving as she managed to spot both of you in one of the windows earlier.

“Oh my god, Y/N— What happened?!” Kaitlyn freaked, looking at your wound with a worried expression. She walked over to you, reaching out with her hand and Dylan flinched immediately and protectively caged you away from the approaching and getting-a-bit-to-handsy friend.

“Almost got killed by werewolf boy here.” You said, eyes going dumbfounded at the prank Dylan was playing right now, you already told him to let you go once but it seemed like his brain is still undergoing rewiring still.

“Woah, woah, buddy — You good?” Kaitlyn said with widened eyes as she backed away slowly with her hands up like a waving white flag when he started growling under his breath.

“Dyl? Dylan? DYLAN!”

That shout managed to somehow wake up Dylan from his weird trance and got his brain juice up and running. “Okay, okay. Sorry, um— What was happening? Oh, Kaitlyn!” he calls her as if nothing just happened, a genuine smile on his face as he finally loosened his grip on you before putting you down after you told him a second time.

Kaitlyn uncomfortably smiled as she went on to lead you back to the lodge with Dylan just trailing right after like a puppy fetching his stick. Kaitlyn couldn't help but look back at Dylan from time to time as her guard was fully up from the earlier scenario. Honestly, you weren't as bothered as much because it seems like the lack of sleep and exhaustion had taken a toll on you.

“Kait, you can help find the others— I can rest at the nursery, I'm assuming that every one of those werewolves turned back already.” You instructed as Kaitlyn helped you up the stairs, she took a peek back at Dylan before looking at you seriously.

“Are you sure that I should leave you with him? Why are you not freaking out about earlier when Dylan looked like he was about to take you back to the forest where he can feast on your organs!” Kaitlyn whispered to you, the last part of the sentence getting a bit too loud which Dylan could catch, she turned back momentarily to Dylan again to find out he was now glaring at her.

“See?” her mouth projecting suspiciously at Dylan.

“It'll be fine, probably still got the instincts, something like that.” you whisper back as she help you through the hallway as Dylan still follows. “Take care of him, alright?” She said earnestly, nudging your scary boyfriend hesitantly. She let you go as you trudged the rest of the way to the nursery room, grunting at the burning pain of the wound. Dylan insisted he could carry you again but you dismissed the idea and said that it was just a few meters left and just like that Kaitlyn vanished to look for the others.

Arriving at the nursery room, you sat down on one of the beds and asked Dylan: “Hey Dyl, can you um grab the first aid? If it isn't used up then there should still be some betadine or some hydrogen peroxide. If not, then um..... towel and warm water would do.” You employed a warm smile on your face. You couldn't help but keep your eyes away from Dylan's still half-naked bloody body and then you remembered something after Dylan's agreement: “Okay.”

“Actually, get some bandages or gauzes as well and just bring a towel so we can wipe the blood off of you.” You added, leaning back against the headboard; trying to get comfortable

“Why? So you can see my body more clearly, hmm?” he teasingly articulated — swaying his hips left to right and a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, to which you respond with a roll of the eyes. “Sure.”

“C'mon, babe — why the long and cold face.” Dylan huffed annoyed, tapping his foot irritably at where your sense of humor went. He sat down next to your bed, and held your hand — placing his hand over on your moderately bleeding arm. “Lost of blood.” You answered honestly, as you did not really know how to answer his rhetorical question.

“Just go get it. Promise that we'll bond over later how you almost ate me after we get properly fixed and dressed.” you sighed tiredly, eyes wandering to your held hands, squeezing slightly and sniggering a bit.

“Hey, I can still eat you later — If you know what I mean~” He goads, winking twice at you and rubbing circles on your hand with his thumb to which you just slumped and gave up trying to be serious with him for once. You love his funny personality, but he should really keep it when you're not about to bleed to death in this small bed.

“Dylan. Just get it, I'll be happy to hear your flirty remarks and jokes after I don't look like a bleeding animal.” You stated, a long exhale coming out of your lips to which Dylan just chortled at before he finally stood and went to be a lamb — finally going out of the nursery to get the much needed supplies.

“Kay'” he mumbles before leaving.

“Finally! Took you long enough...” you said, sarcasm dripping from your tone. Dylan groans at your attitude, putting the medical supplies bag down on the floor carefully as well as the towel and bowl of warm water on the bed, being extremely delicate with the water specifically — a wet bed is not easy to clean at all but that's the least of his worries.

“Welp, that's all the remaining med supplies.” he mumbled, looking at you before reaching out and caressing your face softly which you couldn't help but smother your face against his hand even though dried blood is still on it.

“This night’s over finally...” you trailed off, the effects of the recent events putting a heavy weight on your shoulder, you look back at Dylan with a thankful smile before getting up a bit to scan the medical supplies.

“Mmkay.. Let's see here........ Stitches! I forgot to remind you about these earlier as well, hmmm, also cotton and other stuff. Okay, this should be enough. You should go, you know..” Gesturing with your hand in a wiping motion on your face and chest as Dylan got the idea fairly.

“Are you sure you don't need help?” Dylan asks.

“The last time you stitched someone was that one kid who kept crying that you were hurting him and I had to take him off your hands, remember?” you quip with a small smirk, remembering a certain patient from the 2 months you were working in the nurses' office.

Dylan sighed displeased, “He was really annoying alright? Like, he kept saying that this and that was painful, and do I look like a doctor to you?” Dylan coughed out, remembering that specific kid you were talking about with a deep grunt of resentment.

You laughed slightly at his reaction, “Was it that bad really or were you just salty that he had the balls to tell me that he liked me right then and there.” you continued to tease the man, raising a single eyebrow at him — knowing that he was in fact jealous of a kid.

“They were kids dude, calm down.” you snickered loudly.

“Whatever." he dismissed, grabbing the towel and dipping it in the warm water before squeezing it to pump out the excess before slowly starting to clean his bloody body with it — starting with his face of course.

A short laugh slipped out of your mouth as you looked at his pretty face with a shine on your eyes, “Looks like your best asset is finally clean.” you hummed, taking a long-drawn deep breath before grabbing the diluted hydrogen peroxide and applying it on the bite wound. “Fuuuckkk...” you grunted. Deep breath in, deep breath out.

Dylan looked at you, who was in pain before picking the wrong time to respond to your comment earlier. “You know that's not my best asset right?” he remarks, raising his eyebrows at you seductively.

You choke on your spit accidentally causing a hysterical laugh to emerge from the tall man, “Dylan, you are not helping my situation, not even a little bit!” you chastised , a stern glare directed at the laughing Dylan.

Dylan’s laughs were slowly coming into a silence, while you were busy hissing and tearing up from the pain while trying to clean the wounded area.

“Okay fuck, let's do this.” you proclaimed with gritted teeth as you picked up the surgical sutures after sterilizing the area with cotton rubbed with betadine solution

Oh god, this would not be fun or pretty at all.

After minutes of pained whines, muffled hisses and grunts, the perpetual agony finally came to a halt. Dylan couldn't even bear to look at the wound he caused without a surge of guilt running through his pain so he opted to hold your hand as you work the needle through the skin. Dylan had his eyes away the entire time, one hand cleaning his bloody chest, back and leg and his other hand never leaving your own throughout the miniscule operation.

“Oh my god.” You mumbled, exhaling a long breath of relief as the sutures stayed — immediately grabbing the bandages and placing it over the sutured bite.

“You good, babe?” Dylan asks, eyes still wandering in the room in anywhere BUT the injury.

“Yeah, yeah — Just gonna need actual medical assistance later but it should hold.”

“Let me help you clean up, yeah?” You assisted as soon as Dylan gave the nod of confirmation, he handed over the towel as he turned his back on you, humming tunes as you wiped the blood off his skin, dipping the towel on the water occasionally until the liquid slowly turned into a crimson hue.

“Hey, babe?”

A questioning hum left your lips at the call out, “Hm?”

“Why do werewolves separate themselves from friends?”

“Dylan, no.” Giving him a glare pointed at the back of his head.

“Because...” Dylan started, his dimple popping out due to his grin which you could spot.

“It's not mating season!”

He delivered the punchline along with a series of snickers and chortling laughter.

After a while Dylan's laughter died down, to which he noticed you were not saying anything and looked over his shoulder — only to be met with your blank face. “You know, cuz mates.. Uh, equals friends— equals mating therefore mating therefore— dude, you get it...” He spluttered.

“Really?”

“Okay, sorry.” He awkwardly voiced, scratching his head and his face started blushing with embarrassment.

You chuckled at the redness of his ears as he looked down at his hands, to which Dylan heard and wore his shit-eating grin once again.

“And that should be it!” You informed with a smile as Dylan finally turned to you, his chest still on full reveal and everything — You let out a small cheer of celebration as you cleaned yourselves up and got the wound secured with a bandage. Dylan lets out a small laugh at your antics and rubs your shoulder in a loving gesture.

“Okay, DJ Dyl. Now we just have to wait for Kaitlyn to return.” You said with a hefty voice, stretching your healthy arm and cracking your stiff neck from all the still-suturing.

“We could do that... Or? Or... We could do something else? I mean, Kaitlyn is probably gonna be searching for a while.” He hinted, eyes glinting with enticement as he now rubbed your thigh seductively causing you to look at him strangely.

“Really? Really, Dyl? We both were on the brink of death and now you're thinking about having sex? Unbelievable.” You criticized, giving him the judgmental look as he pouted at your harsh tone.

“Come on! What doesn't kill make you stronger, you know?” He rebuked with a grin, as if you hadn't heard that line for the millionth time already — his hand getting well— a bit too handy.

You still looked at him with the 'are you serious?' look but in the end, you gave into him as he somehow always makes you; truth be told, trying to resist Dylan's charms is like trying to resist a bear from killing you which of course is a near-impossible thing.

“We don't have protection and lube — And the bed is too small, I'm on the verge of falling asleep too.” You pointed out the obvious, too which Dylan was still grinning about as if a lightbulb popped out of that brain of his.

“Lube problem could be easily solved, you know.” He said, licking his lips seductively to which you responded with a roll of the eyes but least to say, you do need some relief from all of this; from the horror of this night.

“I'm clean, you're clean and there's a bedroom down the hallway!” He added, an overjoyed cheer coming out of his lips.

“Fine, fine.” you hum in agreement.

Dylan taking that as your consent as go, he got up from the bed — leaving the bloody bucket of water and immediately got to lifting you up from the bed with no problems

“Woah, what the f—” You got cut off by the sudden bold move that Dylan just did, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you as if you weighed like air. Again.

“Did getting infected make you this strong or what?” You shot the man a question as he kept a tight grip on your waist with his arms, his hand wandering down to your buttocks.

“I was always this strong, babe~” he boasts with an annoying smirk on his face.

“Ugh.” Another roll of the eyes was directed at the man.

Dylan carried you over the bed before kicking the door behind him closed, locking it — just to be safe and careful.

You felt your back hit the soft mattress as you gasped at the feeling of the sheets. You could just close your eyes at any moment and you would drift off to the sea of dreams. However, Dylan had other plans and those did not include you sleeping.

“Now now, don't fall asleep on me~” He pouts, undressing you slowly as you groan at him. He was careful with your wound and all and managed to get your shirt off of you, he moved on to the pants , as he was lifting your pants — your knees managed to hit his clothed bulge; causing an erotic moan to shoot out of Dylan.

You looked up at Dylan with foggy eyes and allowed him to do the work, you were too tired to reach or wrap your hands around his back. “I wanna fuck you doggy style, babe!” He whined, as he managed to get you down to your boxers to which he reciprocated by also removing his somehow intact boxers, kicking it off the bed. You looked at his semi-hard cock hanging between his legs, his length barely touching your own underwear.

“Well, too bad then~” You groggily murmur, Dylan went in for a kiss before flipping you over to your stomach, “Hey!—” he laughed as his eyes slowly darkened when your ass was now on perfect display for him.

“You can just take it while I you know, fuck you.” he says in a goofy way with a dopey expression. His hands were touching your cheeks and spreading it. “Shut up and fuck me, Dylan.” you sighed, not really one to beg for it

“Sassy and impatient, hot.” he taunted, Dylan also felt his head getting a bit dazed. He closes his eyes and grunt at something to which you were to relaxed in the bed to notice — Dylan felt weird, something feels different

Dylan pulled down your underwear, leaving it hanging on your knees as his breath hovered over your puckering rim, chill ran down your spine at the cold exhale. You couldn't help but let out a lulled moan at it.

As Dylan's saliva dripped down to your entrance, you felt your head getting into a mist of pleasure. Dylan and you fooled around in camp and before becoming counselors, while you both only really started dating during these two months. You always knew Dylan fucked good but it was always slow, rather tender — he treats you as if you were porcelain honestly but it still felt great but it's always the same old same old.

You let out an audible gasp as Dylan's tongue finally dipped down into your hole, the sleepiness washed away as the one of the most sensitive parts of your body started getting worked.

Your eyes shut closed and chased after the numbing pleasure as the soft muscle increased depth, you squeezed out a few groans here and there as his tongue touched your soft walls — Dylan's approach was rather different than normal, more aggressive and rapid. His large hands were squeezing your ass in a bruising grip as well. A shrill moan left your mouth as you felt him spread your cheeks more and went deeper until he hit your sensitive spot. The obscene slurping sounds bounced of the wall made your head pound and your cock getting hard at the erotic noises.

“Dyl— Fuck... Fuckkkkk..., you're gonna make me cum too fast..” You piped out, a breathy tone surrounding your voice. You felt his tongue pull out so suddenly, before moving his mouth to your taint then to the back of your balls. He mouthed at it, your knees buckling back at the feeling of his teeth scraping sensitive skin.

“I'll fuck the attitude out of you.” He whispered with a tone with an underlying bite before pulling away and spitting at your wet hole.

Fuck.

It was not like you to find that sentence hot but something about it flared up that warm feeling at the pit of your stomach, this was different though from the soft, caring and tender Dylan you knew.

Dylan's head was throbbing, it's as if humanity turned off inside of him while something animalistic turned on.

Dylan lined up his own dick at your saliva-slick rim. You felt your knees tremble as you felt his head pressing against you.

“Dylan, your fingers firs— I don't think—!”

He eagerly thrusts into you with force, his hearing was blocked off as he only cared about you, mind drifted off as when Kaitlyn got too close to you — she touched you too much when walking up the stairs.

The painful thrust shocked you as you felt your body jolt and hit the bed. Dylan's shadow loomed over your body as you felt him leaning down to your back, kissing upwards before biting down hard on your shoulders.

The first few thrusts had pain embedded on them, but your hole managed to adjust fairly well to Dylan’s cock. You were now biting at the sheets — muffling your screams and crumpling it with your fingers.

A purple mark was created as Dylan continued to mark your skin up, his cock even going deeper.

Dylan's breathy grunts could be heard from earshot as you stopped biting on the sheets before letting out a series of high-pitched whines as Dylan made use of you to his heart's content

His hands on your hips were tight as he used you. “Y-You... smell— so... fucking... good, babe.” He groans out, you felt the feeling of orgasm about to reach you as your dick sensually rubbed against the bed on each powerful thrust.

Dylan pushed your body flat against the bed, his weight on your back present. Your cock was leaking against the sheets little by little until the downpour started, orgasm hit hard, untouched as Dylan selectively attacked your prostate with each harsh thrust — It continued releasing against the now-sticky sheets; your stomach uncomfortably stained with your own cum.

“D-Dylan A-Already came!” you managed to choke against the dirty sheets. The overstimulation made your cock throb continuously.

Dylan, overtaken by an inhuman force made it so he kept hitting your sensitive bundle of nerves sending each a jolt of overfilled pleasure that your body couldn't handle — till you hear an adamant sigh from the man. You feel yourself get lost in a second orgasm in a bit until Dylan’s hips finally go into a stop as you feel his cock milking itself on your ass. A wave of relief washed over you as his seed flowed into you, your back numbed from Dylan’s teeth-piercing skin.

You feel him pull out slowly, clambering on top of you as he releases breaths of exhaustion.

“G-God, Dyl? What the fuck, dude. No prep at all, plus my back is extra painful now— Not only did you give me a possible limp, but also marks! How the fuck would I explain this to the coming authorities?!" You chastised with a not-so-happy-possibly-im-going-to-kill-you-later huff, also glowering at the dumb guy.

Dylan could barely look at your dissatisfaction.

“Fuck, fuck— I don't know! Something came over me, and I just— I don't know!” he reasoned, trying to find the right words to say but in truth; he was just as confused as you — added with guilt.

“Look, Dyl. I'm not saying I didn't like it — You being rough and controlling and etcetera, is hot and all.. and new.... but give me a heads up first before you go on a weird rampage like that..” You trailed off, softening your tone a bit.

Now you're all sticky and dirty again, semen leaking out of your abused hole and on your stomach. “You clean me up, I swear to god.” you said with a glare as the man looked like he shrunk a little emotionally.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry... wait, shit— I'll go get new towels.” he murmured, rushing on his feet as he tripped on clothes. You sighed at him, a bit shaken up by that. Though yes, it felt good, painful at first; amazing, fantastic after a bit — however this would not be something you would like to explain to the police once they arrive.

“Hello, good sir— the tall, cute man just reassembled my insides— that's why I'm this kind of messy, so we were having kinky wild sex while everyone was getting mauled by bears.” you explained to yourself in a barely-audible voice. Your mind was too jumbled to come up with a proper excuse.

Dylan managed to catch your inner dialogue and snorted too loudly before covering his mouth. He turned around and found your deathly stare against him. It was a frightening sight so he immediately looked away. “S-Sorry.” He quickly apologized for it.

“Just get the towels!” you shouted.

He nodded and went to open the door, not expecting what came next.

Before he could unlock it, the lock of the door turned and in a moment — A blood-curdling scream was heard when Kaitlyn went face-to-face with a fully naked Dylan and his dangling thing, the keys to the room fell to the ground from her shock as she saw something she shouldn't have.

You immediately covered yourself with a blanket.

Behind Kaitlyn was an already-shocked Nick, bloody and all, and in his boxers. One more thing to add to things Nick had to experience or see.

“DYLAN LENIVY, WHAT THE FUCK!!” Kaitlyn yelled loudly as she covered her eyes at the sight.

To his surprise, Dylan’s brain was not functioning properly as he let out a late, un-manliest scream at the sight of his considered best friend and a bloodied-up jock. “SHIT! Sorry!” Dylan said before slamming the door on their faces.

He looked back at you with a horrified expression as you held back your laugh, you covered yourself before anything was seen so you didn't get bothered by it that much. A shuffling was heard behind the door as the two people ran away,

You couldn't contain the immense laughter bubbling from inside of you as you started cackling on top of your lungs.

“Oh my— DYL! I CAN'T. THAT WAS FUCKING— HAHA— HILARIOUS.”

Dylan looked at you aggrieved, “What if I kick you out of this room naked and all dirty huh?” His tone firm, rendering your laughs silent.

“Do a little walk of shame? Hmph.” He tuts, rolling his eyes to the back of his head.

You look at him with a ridiculed smile at his darkened expression.

He drops the serious act in a bit before grinning mischievously, flopping on the foot of the bed as he pulled at your legs threateningly — his devious plan already planted in his mind.

“NO! DYL! I swear to go—”

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infraaa · 2 years

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Hii- sooo i have a request- could i get a lotus dragon x reader (smut preferred if not thats a-okay!!)

yk what yk what—

let’s test the waters. (get it?) bc ur abt to get ur life force sucked if ya know what I mean

𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍

lotus dragon cookie // gn!reader

baker’s notes: where even is it anyway? but listen I headcanon lotus to be biologically male bc drag queen fever + affogato’s mere existence so 💅😔 and kabuki— also research on snakes was done. As well as scaring myself w naga hentai. You’re welcome. 😔

also have a playlist to listen to while you read this perverts

tw// hypnosis (in a siren like sense so think those singing mermaids,) cnc, bondage(?), dom/sub mechanic, implicit harem mechanic, double penetration, barebacking, (meaning creampies babes,) and the very existence of having sex w a naga like draconic creature, bc it scares the hell out of me, and now maybe out of you.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Long live the dragons, who had their respected quarters. On many different islands, five of them to be exact, there was one which a particular cookie resided on. Y/n cookie, just an ordinary soul, rested on the island known as the Lotus Paradise, which was a lush island, known for its beauty and lustrous lights, lush plant life, even the most beautiful flowers one can even dream of.

They sat at a dock, staring down at the crystal clear water beneath the slowly eroded wood, surrounding them were the walls of the Lotus Palace, having been painted numerous coats of dark turquoise paint, having chipped away by the rain. They held their fan for their lips, eyeing the koi fish that swam in the pond below. They wanted to be free, much like the koi fish, energized, much like them. However they always seem to wake up tired, like they have no energy left. They try to walk with grace, poise, elegance, however none is to come later on. They walk back off of the dock a onto pressure washed concrete path, walking back to their quarters some ways away.

The ruler of this said palace was an almighty dragon, believe it or not, and may or may not be responsible for your petty woes of fatigue. Albeit for a benevolent purpose, this dragon, humbly referred to as the Lotus Dragon, almost seemingly had no right to suck the energy out of their people, all for the slow restoration of the palace, back to what it once was. As described by a faithful servant, Hydrangea Cookie, Lotus Dragon Cookie was not only said to be powerful yet kind, graceful yet merciful, but attractive as well. Very handsome indeed for a dragon. Truly, if they wanted they could have any cookie in the world to themselves, yet, they had no desire for such things. Of course they had their own harem where they could have multiple concubines at their feet at once, on beck and call with the flip of a card, but they still did not have an interest in that kind of thing, never really leaving their palace, preferring to stay indoors with their mandolin, strumming away calmly at the strings with a soft smile.

…that was, until you came along into their perfect world.

You once attended the wish festival, an annual event that happened once a year, where the Lotus Dragon would grant wishes that the cookies would give them. On one account you made a wish, writing your wish on a silver piece of paper. You held the letter to your chest, hoping for the best that the dragon grants your wish true. Your wish was simply to have more energy, to be more robust. You were tired of aching limbs, as though they were going to crack at any given moment. The dragon saw this, laid out on the silver sheet and smiled, putting a fuchsia painted nail, as sharp as diamonds, to their lips. With a quick flip of their dark cerulean hair over their shoulder, they nodded, and folded the sheet. The lotus on their head took a wishful glow, their draconian pupils glowing with the delicate powder pink petals. “Finally, an interesting wish…” they saluted. Their voice, clean and clear, smooth and alluring. Hydrangea Cookie smiled, standing by them with a nod of her head. “What a pleasant surprise, oh great dragon!” “Truly.” They replied, their smile fading away into a look of confusion. “However,” they turned away to grant your wish through the lotus, the very entity that granted Lotus Dragon Cookie their power, strength, and longevity. Their tail quietly thumped on the ground, causing the lotus to sprout open with a quick bounce, a golden light emanating from the core of the flower.

“Why didn’t this one come visit me directly? They aren’t scared, are they?” Hydrangea Cookie gasped, surprised at the dragon’s question. She walked over to their side and looked at their features, trying to look them in the eye. “How dare they be scared of you, oh great dragon? You have been nothing but benevolent to all of the cookies than reside here, they should be grateful that you’re even considering their wish.” They looked at the silvery sheet and blinked, their long ivory eyelashes fluttering with the slow motion. They suddenly had a thought— a wish of their own. “Hydrangea Cookie?” She blinked, still attentive to the dragon next to her. Her lavender purple hair bounced with a nod, signaling Lotus that they had her attention still, “I need you, as well as the other palace consorts, to leave the palace for the night. You may return tomorrow afternoon, but you mustn’t come back until then.”

The shorter floral cookie beside them nodded, before taking their leave however they turned to ask the dragon, “may I ask why, great dragon?” They turned their head, seeing Hydragea still at their chamber doors, doorknob in hand. He smiled with a wink, letting his finger travel back to his lips, “I have my own plans tonight. It’s beautiful out, I cannot waste the serene atmosphere.” Although their reasoning was a bit void, it didn’t really make sense to her, she still nodded in confirmation and let the Lotus Dragon be, gathering the other consorts quickly to leave the palace. After they had found Hydrangea and the others, leaving the palace gates, they smiled mischievously and traveled on, the pink bud at the end of their tail in the air, swaying from left and right as they… slithered, you could humorously say, to their terrace outside our their bedchambers, taking the pristine iron fence in one hand. They overlooked the courtyard below, waiting to see that one cookie they wondered about.

Now… how to get you to come over like they wanted.

Truly, they were curious about you, why you didn’t come to see them for this year’s wish festival. You were one of their consorts after all, one that they seemed to like despite barely seeing you. Black sclera eyes focused in on you as they targeted you sitting on a bench in their courtyard, reading a book under the stars and the careful guidance of a book light. They smiled at you, and had another thought. They knew their mandolin had an effect that could make cookies weak, but they also had a secret— something that no cookie knew.

Their voice also had a quirk to it.

Rarely even used however they knew that their voice could allure cookies. The fact that cookies would slowly becomes mindless drones once hearing Lotus sing… was truly a fascinating occurrence. They had a song planned for you, truly a beautiful one. They remember it from back in the ancient times, when they were friends with a siren like creature of the deep. They smiled at you as you turned an off white page, adjusting your legs to accommodate your comfort upon the bench you occupied. The air around you smelled clean and crisp, a floral scent forever present within each breeze, usually accompanied with the light tint of saltwater.

“Hear my voice beneath the sea, sleeping now so peacefully, at the bottom of the sea, sleep for all eternity..”

That alone was enough to get you to come up out of your trance. You slowly closed your book, putting it beside you on the bench and in getting up do you see a figure slowly go back into their chambers. Perplexed, you decide to follow the voice you heard, for it was too graceful for it to be ignored. In your curious state, you continued onward, travelling out of the garden into the imperial courtyard, your robes dragging on the concrete that was freshly pressure washed. A path awaited you, one that was laden with the most lustrous of lights, alluminating your features with the help of their homes, the lotus flowers floating on freshwater around you.

"Sailors live so restlessly, come with me, sleep peacefully. Listen to this siren's song, worry not for nothing's wrong."

Your mind began to consider itself numb, slowly melting with the voice you heard, nearly echoing in your ears like ribbon going through your head, like a deadly mantra, like a memorization become concrete. When you made your way to ther back entrance of the Lotus Palace, you found yourself going inside, your eyes being met with an extravagent sight of pristine atmosphere. Lush plant life, beautiful lavander light, dim let still casting enough light to see around you. You walked in, being greeted by the scent of flowers and sweet musk. You slowly made your way to a set of stairs, climbing them to meet the second floor, travelling onward as the voice in your head got louder and louder as you progressed down the hallway.

"Let my voice lead you this way, I will not lead you astray. Trust me as we reach the side, jumping out where men have died."

Did the voice really mean that? The voice suddenly began to sound even more familiar the close you got and soon you recognized it to be the all mighty Lotus Dragon. They wanted you here, so they allured you here with the voice they bore. You made it yet another flight of stairs before reaching another hallway, where you went down. At the end of it you saw a large double door, painted a pearlescent white. Little shrubs decorated the sides of the doors perfectly. As you got closer to the door, you heard them hum, and take a breath,

"Hear my voice beneath the sea, sleeping now so peacefully. At the bottom of the sea, sleep for all eternity."

You stepped closer to the door, putting your ear yp tp thw wood, waiting for them to take a breath,

'Let the ocean fill your lungs, struggle not, soon peace will come. Taking in your final breath--"

And as you opened the door, creeping inside, you saw them. Long dark hair down to the ground, hime cut. A porcelain white kimono showing the only groundbreaking personification that is light and purity, or so you thought. They turned to you, teal dreconic pupils agleam.

"Sink down to the ocean's depths."

They smiled at you, a mature smile, something that didn't bear too much excitement, something to show their amusement in your appearance. You swallowed a lump in your throat before bowing, showing your respect for the mighty dragon that ruled over your homeland. You smiled back at him and walked further into the room, before the doors seemingly shut closed on their own, locking as they did so. Turning their body to face you, they slowly slithered towards you, the tip of their tail slowly swaying left to right. "Tell me, little cookie,” they started suddenly stopping at a comfortable distance from you, “do you know why I brought you here?” So they confirmed it. They confirmed the fact that they brought you here, a defenseless cookie left in the hands of a dragon. Seeing as though you were nervous, one of their concubines, as well as someone they were curious in, you couldn’t waste your time being nervous. You took a breath to calm yourself before returning their question. “Ah… no, great dragon, I do not.” Lotus laughed to themselves and got closer to you, slithering back behind you and pushing you a bit forward with their tail as it curved under your chin, much like a cat caressing the leg of its owner.

“Great dragon?” You stuttered, causing them to smile and take your shoulders, “Please, call me Lotus.” They said with a chortle, slithering back around you. Sighing, they crossed their arms and looked at you, their smile still evident. “You had your wish written down on a silver sheet, yet you had it delivered to me by a maid. Do tell me why you didn’t show directly.” You sighed for a brief second, your fingers absentmindedly fidgeting with themselves. “My vitality… great dragon, it’s not what it used to be. I used to be one of the most liveliest concubines in the harem and yet— I understand you need my energy for a good cause, but I just feel so fatigued all the time I can barely do anything that I used to love doing.” You kept on with your explanation, telling him your woes, and what exactly your wish outlined. It was something they could grant, they’re willing to grant that wish… to bring you more energy and vitality…

at one cost.

They smiled at you, a thought flying into their head.

“…I can help you, I can grant your wish. If you do choose to believe in me.” You quickly nodded to that statement. In their head, that was consent. Quickly, like a sea snake, they once again slithered back behind you, lifting your chin up with their tail. They whispered something in a foreign language in your ear before guarding you to the nearest wall, turning you around and planting you there before forcefully taking your body and gluing it to their own, their tail still at your cheek. They kissed your neck, through that you felt some kind of spark rush through you— was it some kind of restoring power? You dared not ask what you felt, for fear it would trigger the all mighty dragon to a stop.

You finally saw their hands out of their long white sleeves. Their hands were beautiful, soft fuchsia nails, pointed, they looked sharp, rested on your hips. You returned their kiss, slowly yet reassuringly, resting your arms on their shoulders to accommodate their height. You softly moaned in the kiss as one of your hands guided themselves to their collarbone, gently pushing. They let go of the kiss, suspecting you may need air. You got your breath back, panting with a flush face, but it was too short lived to relish as they took your thighs and set them to straddle their waist, further pinning you against the cool wall. You gasped as they took your lips again, using one hand to undo their obi belt from behind, letting it slowly fall to the ground, falling gracefully as it pulled the edges of their kimono further outward. They stopped once again to relocate to your neck and shoulders, now focusing on your kimono. Undoing the obi belt you wore, letting it fall to the ground, you begin to realize their plan. You groaned and slowly struggled, but for some reason, your whole body felt weak, like it felt like a chore to lift your arm up. It felt like your body was being weighed down by a weighted blanket, or that your body was connected to dumb bells. Your blood pressure accelerated once you felt the pressure of the cool air around you hit your skin, like a rippling tide.

With each struggle brought a near sadistic smile to the dragon’s lips, and blood to rush something south… to a rather egregious sight. Being a relative to the snake, as serpentine as they could be, something began to… perk up. Or should we say, some things.

You felt it— it poked at the innards of your thigh, it was big, should we say no, they were big. You felt it and you began to shock yourself, trying to struggle more, that only pleased them however as they bit your shoulder. Hard. You yelped at the sudden sensation, feeling the pain in your shoulder though felt somehow erotic to you as your pain-filled yelps turned into moans of ecstasy. As soon as your head lifted against the wall, they lifted you up further and pushed themselves closer to the wall, whispering,

“Do you want me to fulfill your wish?~”

It felt like a spell entered your ear, as soft and smooth and lustful and sultry it did sound, you felt yourself shake at their voice. It was almost like something putting you in a mad trance once again. You nodded shakily and sighed a breath of bliss. “I’m going to need you to use your words, y/n. Say it, say yes.” You returned his request, and just like that, they haphazardly set you down into their hemipenes, making you squeal as soon as they entered you. You felt them stretch into you like a goddamn octopus trying to go through a tight space. You panted and salivated however once the pain faded, begging them to move you. Your face was blood red, eyes teary and glossy, your grip hot. “Please L-L-Lotus..!”

They panted, and thought about how they were going to do this. They can’t necessarily move because of their… situation. They don’t have legs, they knew that. So this would be a fair challenge even for them. They had to retort to moving you solely, using your body as a kind of fleshlight. As you rose and sunk, you cried out softly, never before were you going to feel two cocks inside of you at one time, and even though it was painful with every move made, the pain felt good.

You didn’t agree to do this.

But you did.

But you didn’t.

But you did—

They pulled at your hair and bit your other shoulder, drawing blood. Soft grunts and purring could be heard from Lotus as they sucked at your shoulder, feeling the iron taste of blood enter their mouth as they made you rise and fall, pounding yourself on them. They held you tight as they screamed and moaned nothing but their name and the word please, crying and sobbing from the pain of nearly being torn in half. It felt almost heavenly however, as you tried to take over with the moving, they growled, clawing at your thigh as a retaliation, making you squeal. They wanted you submissive, weak and ready to please. Your tongue lulled pic of your mouth as they did this, feeling their nails dig into your skin.

“H-However unorthadoxxx…” Lotus started in between pants and grunts, licking your shoulder and resting their head in the crook of your neck, “I can… restore your vi-vitality in this fashion…” They then moved to look at you, their draconic cerulean pupils agleam as they met your star laden ones, “and you— you’re letting me..” With a deep kiss did they send you over the edge, moaning loudly into the kiss as your orgasm exploded. You came all over them, dripping off of their shaft onto the pristine floor, like a drop of sin tarnishing the pure garden of Eden. You panted and moaned when they disconnected, roughly chasing their finish. It didn’t take long, but they but your shoulder once more once they felt their orgasm build and hit, spilling inside you. They moaned loudly as they felt their cum shoot out of both their hemipenes, with the velocity of a full grown horse. They rested in you and panted shakily, kissing your neck up and down and caressing your sides, from your waist to your flanks, shaking grip nearly on the brink of becoming feral for a second round. You did the same, panting violently as you were still coming down from your high as well as being overstimulated.

Soon after they felt as though they came down nicely, they pulled off and carried you over to a lush bed, cum and a bit of blood slowly dripping out of you like goo, before laying you down on the soft silk sheets that smelled of lotus flowers and lavender. Jasmine coated their pillow cases as they weakly slithered over and climbed into bed, wrapping you closely in their tail, cuddling you in their own unique way. They hugged you with a soft purr, holding you close, as you both carried yourselves into a deep slumber to recover from your… recovery of sorts.

#infrawrites #infra@212!#cookie run overbreak #cookie run x reader #cookie run #crob #lotus dragon cookie #tw smut #crob x reader #crk smut #smut fic

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Scared to be Lonely

Part Two Part Three Epilogue

Summary: After S.W.O.R.D. helps with the clean-up in the Cairo aftermath, they ask Marc to return the favor: guard a variant Loki’s estranged wife while Thor and S.W.O.R.D. try to track down the evasive Godbutcher. Yet leave it to a “catty space princess” to throw the Moon Knight for a loop.

Pairing: Marc x Fem!OC, eventual Steven x Fem!OC and Jakex Fem!OC, past Loki x Fem!OC, past Marc x Layla

Rating: Explicit, Minors DNI!

Word Count: 7.3k (hahahaha wut?!)

TW/CW: Leave it to Oscar Isaac to end my decade (?) long hiatus from writing fic...it’s so long and filthy I had to split it up into parts instead of posting in one go like I’d planned. But for this bit - talk of divorce, mention of forced marriage, angst, oral (m receiving), fingering, dirty talk, barebacking (wrap it before you tap it IRL folx), p in v sex, and a smidge of creampie & cum-eating

“This is beneath me,” Khonshu declared yet again, materializing on the bus seat across from Marc, “Since when does a venerated member of the Ennead, and therefore by extension his avatar, serve as a paladin for Loki’s brat bride?”

Marc pulled out his phone. Pretended to make a call. Held the phone to his ear and then spoke. “Since if it wasn’t for S.W.O.R.D. last month the clean-up in Cairo would’ve been more of a mess than it was.”

Khonshu bristled. “I don’t trust them.”

“We agree there. But all things considered, as far as S.W.O.R.D. calling in the favor I owe them, there could be worse asks. Besides, if there’s really a deranged godkiller out there, we need intel.”

“Resorting to lowly bureaucrats instead of finding the adversary yourself. No wonder she left yo--”

“Ok talk to you soon!” Marc pretended to hang up and pushed Khonshu to the back of his mind.

Any mention of Layla was a conversation-ender. Khonshu was severely mistaken if he thought Marc was any more excited about guarding Loki’s ex-wife from another universe than he was, but if Marc was being honest, he could use a distraction. The two weeks since he’d signed the papers had been…rough.

A calm, robotic female voice came over the bus’s loudspeaker and announced his stop. He stepped off the bus into an impossibly posh area of London. Funny how different areas of the city could be so starkly different they felt like separate worlds.

The S.W.O.R.D. operative was waiting for Marc outside of Claridge’s as said he would be.

“Agent Woo,” Marc greeted him.

“Mister..?” Woo struggled with how to return the greeting, trying to determine who he was speaking to.

Marc watched him squirm for a moment or two, then put him out of his discomfort, “Spector. The other one has a British accent so thick it borders on hokey.”

Sod off, Steven chimed from one of the polished window panes of the luxury hotel’s entryway.

At least he counted you, Jake added. Marc was still grappling with the existence of another alter, and it was none of S.W.O.R.D’s business.

“Oh, okay, thanks. Shall we?” Woo gestured to the door, eager to put his gaffe behind them.

The two men made their way across the grand, bustling lobby. Marc had never been to the hotel, but it was more or less what he expected. Chandelier, black and white marble tiles, a sweeping staircase.

“What am I walking into here?” Marc asked. When googling his charge, Sigyn, he hadn’t found much. He’d even consulted a few of Steven’s mythology books but they contained little more information about the Norse goddess. All Marc was working off of was, until recently, that she was the long-suffering wife of Loki, god of mischief and chaos, and that Sigyn was given the title of goddess of fidelity for her trouble.

Woo called the elevator. “You read the brief?”

“Of course I read the brief,” Marc fired back. It had been frustratingly vague to his chagrin, but not to his surprise. Sigyn was a “variant”, a person who had come from another universe into theirs. In her dimension, she’d been married to Loki for centuries on Asgard and part of the ruling royal family. S.W.O.R.D. suspected that her universe’s Loki had gone rogue, conspiring with the entity who had been destroying gods across the multiverse.

“She’s lovely,” Woo said as they got on the elevator.

“Don’t bullshit me.”

Woo deflated. “Her highness comes off as arrogant, imperious. Our psychiatrist says it’s because she’s still feeling vulnerable after her husband left her. We need her for intel obviously, but our team has lead on Gorr–”

“The godkiller” Marc interjected.

“Yes. Thor doesn’t want her to come. Our leadership agrees, it’s too risky. We can’t lose our two closest connections to Loki and Asgardian assets should the mission go south.”

“So you called me to babysit rather than actually help you.”

“You are helping,” Woo insisted. “And your status as a consultant with us is delicate, Mr. Spector. S.W.O.R.D. is protecting you and your alter from several international authorities. Fail to keep the princess safe and perhaps we’ll reconsider.”

“Does she have the same affinity for lightning as her brother-in-law?”

The elevator reached the top floor.

“No, but like other Asgardians, she has increased strength and invulnerability, heightened senses and stamina, in addition to the Allspeak. She’s a practitioner of magic, but her skills are nowhere near Loki’s. She also tells us she can hold her own in a fight.”

“Hand-to-hand combat or with a weapon?”

“Doesn’t matter. Under no circumstances is she to leave the premises of the hotel. We’d prefer if you two stayed in the suite at all times.”

“Worse cages to be kept in,” Marc commented as they walked down the plush-carpeted hallway to what he guessed was a penthouse.

“Tell that to her,” Woo muttered under his breath.

The pair reached the door to the Asgardians’ suite. Two armed guards were posted outside. Marc stopped Woo before the agent could give the nod for entry to his colleagues.

“Do I really have to call her your highness?”

“If she likes you she’ll let you call her Sigyn, she picked that up from Thor.”

“So you call her Sigyn.”

Woo snorted. “Ha! No.”

With that, Woo motioned to the operatives and they opened the door. Six more guards and agents were inside from what he could see, and Marc could barely take in the elegance of the spacious and cream-colored suite before Thor stormed into its living area. He was in full battle guard: helmet, cape, and the massive axe that Marc always assumed was over-compensation for other “shortcomings”.

Hot on his heels was a woman adorned in a large gold helm of her own. Where Thor’s was winged on the sides, hers has two large semi-circles and a dazzling emerald inlaid in the center right above her brow. Though her respective cape was green - her husband’s color Steven clocked - she wore a glittering gold gown. Sigyn.

The more Marc observed her, everything about Sigyn seemed gem-like. Long, honey-colored tresses tumbled down her back, and her skin was fair but sun-kissed. A pair of sapphire-like blue eyes competed for brilliance with the emerald on her helmet. Her cheekbones were high, her lashes were long, her lips were full, and her build athletic.

Loki left her? What an idiot, Jake marveled. I’d chain her to my bed and live inside of her–

Marc blocked him out before Jake could finish the thought.

Though you’ve got to admit, she certainly looks like a goddess, doesn’t she?

He turned away from Steven’s image in the mirrored cabinet behind the dining table across the room. Marc was a professional. Unlike his alters, he could handle being in the same room as a beautiful woman. He pulled himself out of his head, focusing on the argument unfolding in front of him.

“No one knows Loki like I do,” Sigyn asserted.

Thor wasn’t convinced. “I’m his brother.”

“Adopted brother. I’m his wife,” she countered.

“Estranged wife,” Thor shot back just as quickly. He scrubbed a massive hand over his face. It was clear they’d had this dispute before. “I need you to stay here, Sigyn. You’ll get your crack at him, I swear it, but not yet.

Thor spotted them before the princess could get another word in. “Oh brilliant! Your knight is here!”

The Asgardian crossed to them quickly, his hurried gait betraying his desperation to change the subject. Sigyn glared at the trio of men with disdain. She may have only married into royalty, but it appeared to Marc that Sigyn definitely had her imperial sneer down.

“Cut the cow dung, brother. You mean my nanny.” She narrowed her gaze onto Marc. Everyone else in the room followed suit.

Sigyn’s stare was withering. Was he supposed to bow? “Don’t you dare”, Khonshu protested.

Marc offered his hand instead. “Marc Spector…your highness.”

Sigyn didn’t take his hand. The princess’s face gave away nothing. Instead, she looked at Thor expectantly.

“Lord Spector, allow me to introduce you to her royal highness Princess Sigyn of Asgard.”

“Thanks but um, I’m not a lord.”

Thor was thrown. “You’re a knight, aren’t you?”

“I’m the avatar of the Egyptian god, Khonshu. Moon Knight is a title but I don’t have subjects or anything.”

Sigyn groaned. “Norns”. She swept out of the living area into what must have been a bedroom, making sure to slam the door behind her.

Thor broke the subsequent awkward silence.

“So now you’ve met my sister,” he sent the other men a conciliatory smile. “Technically, we’re not siblings, or really in-laws even, but she’s fast become the younger sister I never had, you know?”

“Sure,” Marc offered.

“I’m an only child,” Agent Woo blurted.

“Anyway, Marc, I was hoping to see Khonshu! It’s been a literal eternity since I’ve seen that crazy old bird!” Thor scanned the room.“Is he here?”

Marc glimpsed Khonshu in his periphery shaking his head. “Not now, no,” he lied. “The Ennead relocated to the Overvoid, so it’s complicated to–”

“We need to go,” a female voice tinged with an eastern European accent interrupted him. A smaller blonde woman entered in tactical gear. “Is the Princess Bride taken care of?”

“Yes!” Thor exclaimed. “Marc Spector, Yelena Belova.”

Yelena shook Marc’s hand. “You’re Sigyn’s personal detail?” he nodded. “You poor son of a bitch.”

“I’ve been a mercenary for over a decade, I think I can handle a catty space princess.”

“Exactly! You’re the best there is,” Thor pulled Marc close to him. The Asgardian lowered his tone, “She’s been through a lot as of late. First her husband leaves her and then she’s transported to a different realm, in an entirely different universe where they were never wed, not to mention he’s dead here too.”

“I get it. Sort of. I got divorced recently.” Marc had no idea why he said it. Did he drink and fight about the split from Layla? Yes. But talk about it? Never.

“Great!” The god of thunder caught himself. “It’s not great, I’m sorry, though perhaps you wanted to get divorced? Who am I kidding? Breakups are always hard. Well, they are for me, you seem like the stoic type. But it is great you two have something in common.”

The suite had nearly emptied. Before Thor followed suit, he went to Sigyn’s closed door and knocked. No answer.

“Seeg? We’re leaving.” Still no response. Thor tried another tactic. “They may come here, you know. That’s why we need you and Marc to stay behind.”

Sigyn’s reply came in the form of a pillow being hurled at Thor’s face that sailed through a gold hole in the top half of the door that disappeared as swiftly as it materialized.

Bloody hell, Steven marveled at the casual use of magic.

Thor remained undeterred, shouting “I love you, sister!” before he took his leave.

Agent Woo headed for the door too, clapping Marc on the shoulder. “She’s all yours.”

Marc stopped him. “Wait, you’re not staying?”

“I thought you read the brief! It clearly outlined that this is an all-hands-on-deck situation, which is why we called you. Plus, I'm pretty sure she despises me. The door guards stay. Charge whatever you need to the room. We’ll be back as soon as we can.”

Less than a minute later, the room was deserted. Marc approached Sigyn’s door. He tried knocking and calling for her, but she remained non-responsive.

“She didn’t climb out the window, did she?”

“The princess is still here,” Khonshu assured him before adding “unfortunately.”

“Might as well make the best of it.”

Marc wasted no time flopping onto the couch that probably cost more than his last car, ordering room service, and several putting pay-per-view fights on S.W.O.R.D’s tab. If he was lucky, Sigyn would stay holed up in the bedroom until everyone came back.

Those hopes were dashed ninety minutes later when the princess emerged from her bedroom and padded into the living room. No longer in her ceremonial battle armor, Sigyn wore a simple ivory linen dress. Marc turned off the TV reflexively when she entered the room.

Sigyn studied him, her eyes inquisitive and piercing. “You’re the Moon Knight?”

“Just Moon Knight. No ‘the’. Fuck it, just call me Marc.”

“But there’s another man that lives within you.”

“Yes.”

“What’s his name?”

“Steven.”

Sigyn nodded, digesting the information. Marc was surprised to see there were no traces of wariness or distaste on her face, simply curiosity.

“And you both serve Khonshu?”

“I do more than he does.”

Wouldn’t at all if it were up to me, Steven remarked, his face warped in the silver of the serving cover that the room service had been delivered under.

“I’d like to apologize for my behavior earlier. I made a rather terrible first impression.”

“Don’t mention it. Thor told me what you’re dealing with right now.”

An exasperated sigh escaped past Sigyn’s plump lips, “I wish he hadn’t. He treats me as if I were made of glass, it drives me mad.”

“He cares about you.”

She softened slightly. “It’s all too easy to forget he's not actually the brother I’ve spent the last however many years with. Otherwise he’d know.”

“Know what?”

“That I am not a fragile, helpless princess that needs your protection, Marc.”

He stood, went to her. Marc fought to ignore the intoxicating scent of jasmine that flooded his nostrils when he crowded his space to test her. “Oh yeah? So why haven’t you given me the slip then?

Her sapphire eyes turned hungry. “Have you looked in a mirror lately?”

“Not if I can help it.”

Sigyn chuckled. She lifted her chin in an attempt to make up for the inch or so Marc had her height-wise. “You remind me of my husband. Ex-husband.”

“Ouch,” he replied with faux hurt.

“You strike me as a man who doesn’t take well to authority,” she explained, “so are you really going to listen to those puny Midgardian peons and keep us confined to this room?”

Marc smirked at her, but he didn’t answer Sigyn. This was a game he could play. And win.

“Perhaps you really are only a knight in name, hmm? Especially if you’re afraid of protecting a superior being who received her combat training from Odin’s elite Crimson Hawks.”

It was Marc’s turn to chuckle. She was goading him, trying to use reverse psychology. He leaned in close, hovered his lips millimeters from her ear. “Nice try.”

Marc stepped back from her and returned to the couch. Clicked the TV back on. Before he could resume the boxing match he’d been watching, Sigyn followed him to the couch.

“Merely my only opening gambit. I’d caution you trying to play mind games with me, Marc. I was married to the god of mischief for a very long time.”

“Sweetie, you have no idea who you’re dealing with.”

“It’s your highness.”

That’s it, give me the body! Jake demanded. I’m going to bend her over and–

Marc did his best to retain control of the body and cover any signs from bleeding onto his face as he stared Sigyn down.

Khonshu didn’t make it any easier, “For once I agree with the ruffian.”

“Marc?”

“Yeah”

“Are you well?”

“Never better,” he pivoted immediately. “Cards on the table, I only agreed to this because I want to know more about the godkiller–”

“Godbutcher.”

“Excuse me?”

“He calls himself the Godbutcher”.

“That’s a hell of a name to give yourself,” Marc mused. “Who has he butchered so far?”

“We don’t know how many. I’ve overheard that some members of the Greek pantheon were victims. Thor refuses to tell me anything more, which means he’s afraid.”

“Where were they going?”

“You believe they’d tell me?”

“No I don’t, but you’re too savvy to wait to be told,” Marc pressed. “You must know something.”

The television remote flew from the table into Sigyn’s hand. She turned off the TV. “Take me to dinner and I’ll tell you all that I know. I hear the restaurant downstairs is fabulous.”

“So you can be closer to an exit and lose me in a crowd? I don’t think so.”

“I genuinely haven’t the faintest idea where they went,” she averred. “If I did, we likely wouldn’t be able to follow them anyhow since you don’t have the tech, nor I the magic to traverse the multiverse.”

“They’re traveling inter-dimensionally?”

“That’s the most I was able to glean.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I have been locked in these rooms for nearly four days and I am going mad,” Sigyn confessed, her eyes locked with Marc’s so he could see the truth in them.

“The restaurant downstairs,” he agreed. Sigyn’s face lit up. “That’s it though.”

“Of course,” she flit back to her room.

“I should have claimed Layla for my next avatar when I had the chance,” Khonshu lamented. Marc turned to face him. “You don’t use the head on your shoulders to negotiate.”

“Keep her out of your craven attempts to control me,” Marc fired back. “I’m containing Sigyn so you can go find where Thor and S.W.O.R.D. went to.”

Khonshu cocked his skull, impressed. “Perhaps you’re not as useless as I thought.”

The god vanished and Marc snuck over to Sigyn’s bedroom, listening through the door. She was on the phone.

“Under Sigyn Odi–-Sigyn Frodisdottir please. No, the private dining room won’t be necessary.”

Marc’s notion of Sigyn trying to lose him among the hotel guests wasn’t unfounded after all it seemed. He was taken aback by how gracious the princess was, however. There wasn’t a trace of the haughtiness in her tone that she’d spoken to Marc or the S.W.O.R.D agents with.

Sigyn continued with who Marc guessed was the concierge, “I was curious if your personal shopper might be available? Wonderful! One minute, I’ll ask him–”

Her footsteps got closer and Marc launched himself through the hallway to resume his position on the couch before the door opened. When Sigyn appeared, Marc was tapping away on his phone, pretending he’d been there the entire time.

She handed him the receiver. “The shopper requires your measurements.”

“I thought we were just going to dinner?”

“Not with you dressed like that.”

Marc rolled his eyes. So much for Sigyn abandoning her royal airs. She retreated to her room once more and left Marc with the phone.

He put the phone to his ear. “Don’t make me look like a douche, alright?”

***

It’s official. You definitely look like a douche, Jake mocked Marc’s reflection as he straightened his tie in the suite’s spare bedroom.

I think we look sharp, Steven offered.

“Fuck it,” Marc took off the tie and tossed it on the bed. He undid the top three buttons of the hideously expensive shirt the Claridge’s personal shopper got him instead. Sigyn would deal.

Marc called for her, “We gotta go! You said seven, right?”

“A moment more!” Came the princess’s muffled reply through the door.

He waited for her in the living room. Caught his reflection again on the TV screen.

“I do look like a douche.”

Sigyn’s door opened before Marc could change back to the clothes he arrived in. Her hair was artfully piled atop her head, exposing the golden skin of Sigyn’s shoulders since the deceptively simple, short black dress she wore didn’t leave much to the imagination.

“Don’t clean you up well.” She remarked as she approached him.

It took Marc a moment to acknowledge that she was speaking to him. He was a professional, but this wasn’t an impetuous princess before him. Dressed in earthly clothes, Sigyn was simply a knockout. He liked this version of her better. The golden helmet and cape and shimmering gown were unnecessary adornments to her beauty.

Jake and Steven immediately, simultaneously, demanded control of the body. It felt as if four fists were pounding on his skill from the inside. Marc didn’t blame them, but there was also no way in hell they were going to ruin the delicate connection he’d forged with Sigyn.

Who do you think you’re kidding? Jake scoffed. You want first dibs on fucking her.

Sigyn’s hand cautiously touched his arm, snapping Marc out of his thoughts.

“Marc? Can you hear me?” Her brow was furrowed in concern. The strappy heels she wore gave her the height advantage now.

“Yeah,” he said, “yes. Sorry.”

“Are you sure? We don’t have to do this.”

“No, I want to,” the words left Marc’s lips without permission. _Get it together Spector, _he thought, it’s like you’ve never seen a pair of tits before. He needed to backpedal. “I mean, we had a deal.”

Sigyn grinned. “Shall we then?”

The restaurant was dark and enveloping in its design - aubergine walls, low lighting, velvet seats. A singer and her small band occupied one of the corners; her sultry voice suited the ambiance of the establishment well as she serenaded its patrons.

Marc wasted no time ordering the most expensive champagne on the menu to spite S.W.O.R.D. Once the waiter departed from the table, he got right to it.

“So the godbutcher.”

A nervous laugh escaped Sigyn. She fidgeted, and even in the dim lighting, Marc could tell the princess was blushing. “In Asgard we usually wait for the first course before we discuss the matter at hand, Mister Spector.”

Marc readied a retort until he caught Sigyn's fingers unconsciously drifting to her left ring finger, as if to twirl a wedding band, only to remember a moment too late it was bare.

That’s when it occurred to him. She may be considered a goddess, but Sigyn was clearly a profoundly lonely woman. Not only had she been forsaken by her husband, as morally ambiguous as he was, she was on a strange planet in a completely different universe from hers with men in suits keeping her cooped up in a gilded cage. Why else would she not have escaped from the suite and insisted Marc dress up and take her dinner?

He understood how she felt. All too well. But before Sigyn’s plight could truly tug on his heartstrings, Marc shut it down. He could work with this. Sigyn wanted the boyfriend experience? Marc would give her the boyfriend experience and get what he needed.

Better give me the body, Steven entreated, only his eyes visible on the thin blade of Marc’s butterknife. You’re a bit too gruff to deliver the boyfriend experience, aren't you?

“Shut up,” Marc whispered.

Sigyn had heard. “Beg your pardon?”

“Nothing,” he covered. “And I’m sorry your highness, you’re right, it was inappropriate of me to ask you right away.”

“I shouldn’t expect a Midgardian to observe the customs of a realm to which he’s never been,” she admitted. “Please call me Sigyn.”

Marc smiled a wolfish grin. He was in.

“Nevertheless, I wish to know more about my enigmatic sentry.”

“Not much to know,” Marc deflected. His response was an automatic defense mechanism. Don’t let anyone get close, or let them learn anything they could use against him. Yet he knew he needed to give Sigyn something if he was going to coax anything useful out of her. “From Chicago, that’s in America. Do you know America? It’s um, across the-”

“I’ve heard of America,” she reassured him.

“Served in the military which led me to mercenary work which led me into the service of Khonshu.” There. That was something.

Sigyn giggled as their waiter brought their champagne. “You say it with such simplicity.”

“Yeah well, something tells me you’re a lot more interesting,” Marc countered.

“Is that so?”

“You’re very different with me than you were with your brother and S.W.O.R.D.” he remarked.

“Because you don’t look at me with pity,” Sigyn explained. “In their eyes I’m the silly, stupid woman who married the evil god because she didn’t know any better. Whereas they all saw this coming lightyears away apparently, and regard me as if I didn’t know my husband after centuries of marriage.”

“I get it,” Marc told her, making sure to catch her gaze. “I really do.”

Sigyn didn’t know what or how to ask about Marc’s…condition, so she stayed silent and took a sip of her champagne instead.

Marc followed her line of sight to the band. A few couples had taken to the small dance floor in front of the musicians. Sigyn watched them with equal parts wonder and wistfulness.

“Do you dance on Asgard?”

“Yes but not like this,” Sigyn kept her eyes on the dancers. “Here it looks to be about two people merely being close to each other. On Asgard, it’s much more formal, impersonal even. The first time I met Loki he asked me to dance.”

“Did he?”

“I could hardly believe it.”

“Why?” When Sigyn looked at Marc in confusion, he elaborated, “Have you looked in a mirror lately?”

Sigyn flushed, a mix of the alcohol and the compliment.

“My entire childhood, my mother’s complete focus was getting Thor to wed my elder sister. Which if I’m honest, I learned not to mind, since it meant I could do what I like, court who I wanted. But the shock on her face when she discovered that a prince had asked little Sigyn to dance instead of her prized Astrid,” her expression darkened, “It’s probably why I stayed with him after the shock at the wedding.’

“What do you mean?”

“The night Loki danced with me I was already betrothed to a friend of my brothers’, a fellow Crimson Hawk. Theoric. We were madly in love and Loki could see that. So he arranged for Theo to be killed in battle and posed as him. Odin married us, and it was only after we had sealed our vows that he revealed who I had actually pledged eternity to.”

“Fuck” was all Marc could muster in response. Sigyn sent him a wan smile.

“Odin was enraged, marriage was binding but no one ought to be wed under false pretenses. So he offered me the goddess of fidelity. And I suppose because of all the resentment I harbored for my mother, I accepted. Yet I grew to love it - both my husband and my role. Odin and Frigga had begun to send me on my own diplomatic envoys before…” she swallowed the lump in her throat before continuing, “before all of this happened.”

“I’m sorry.”

Sigyn blinked away a tear. “Tremendous. Now you pity me too.”

“I never said that.”

Sigyn took another sip of her champagne. The band began a new song, the bass and strings made for an enticing mix.

“Dance with me,” Marc said.

“Don’t trouble yourself.”

“Sigyn.”

“I don’t wish to anymore.”

Marc stood. Reached out his hand.

“Stand up.“ It wasn’t a request. At last, Sigyn obeyed.

Who knew her highness is just as good at taking orders as she is giving them, Jake noted as Marc led them to join the few couples already dancing.

Somewhere in the middle

Think I lied a little

Sigyn was a quick study as to where to place her hands, fighting to ensure that her face wouldn't betray just how good it felt to grip Marc’s hard but warm flesh under her hands, and the two were sidestepping together in no time.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

I know that I seem a little stressed out

But you’re here now

And you’re turning me on

Marc ignored how intoxicating Sigyn’s closeness was and focused on how to get more information out of her. It was clear she was feeling vulnerable, he needed to meet her where she was at.

“I got divorced. Recently.”

Sigyn’s eyes found Marc’s, open and compassionate. “I’m so sorry.”

“Not your fault,” he shrugged, “but know I do get what you’re going through.”

Put my mind at ease

Pretty please

“At least with my ex-wi—with Layla, things were pretty cut and dry as to why. I couldn’t be there for her, I couldn’t protect her, now she’s mixed up in the same shit as I am” Marc shared. “But what I can’t figure out is why Loki would leave you to team up with someone who wants you all dead.”

“Because he wants a throne,” Sigyn answered simply. “He’s always wanted a realm of his own to rule over. I suppose he believes allying himself with Gorr will not merely dispose of Thor but all deities who would challenge him.”

“But Gorr would kill him-“

“Not if Loki double-crosses him first,” Sigyn pointed out.

She knows how he thinks, Marc noted to himself, the song’s dulcet melody filling the silence.

If we take it further I swear I ain’t gonna break

So baby come try me

“But what do I know? Things had been comfortable, content between us. This could just as easily be his latest and arguably his grandest act of self-sabotage,” Sigyn mused. “A subject you seem well-acquainted with, no?”

“Dinner, dancing, and head-shrinking? You really know how to show a guy a good time, your highness.”

“Tell me Marc, did Layla ever say she required your protection?”

He bristled, refusing to reply.

“I don’t know her—“

“Yeah, you don’t.”

“But I’d venture that Layla, if she married you, hardly wanted, let alone needed, your protection.”

Marc’s grip tightened on Sigyn’s waist but he said nothing. They continued to dance in silence as the band moved into a new song.

Too much time, losing track of us

Where was the real?

“Did it ever occur to you that maybe Loki left you to protect you from what he felt he had to do?”

“A noble thought.” The same pained smile spread across Sigyn’s lips. “But you don’t know my husband.”

“I don’t,” he conceded, “but if our paths cross, I’ll be sure to kick his ass.”

“By all means. If there’s anything left after I’m finished with him, that is.”

Marc laughed, instinctively holding Sigyn closer, their lips millimeters apart. The air seemed to crackle around them.

Is it just our bodies?

Are we both losing our minds?

Instead of bringing his mouth to hers, Marc turned his face to murmur into Sigyn’s ear. “How about we get out of here?”

She shook her head. “Take me upstairs.”

Is the only reason you’re holding me tonight ‘cause we’re scared to be lonely?

Marc didn’t need to be told twice. As soon as the song came to an end, he escorted Sigyn off of the dance floor and out of the restaurant. With the way the waitstaff was fawning over the princess, he figured they’d know to put their meal on S.W.O.R.D.’s tab.

They crossed the expansive lobby with Marc’s arm around Sigyn’s waist, but not daring to do anything more. The wait for the elevator was excruciating, he could already feel himself beginning to grow hard, but all bets were off when the larger metallic doors closed behind them.

Their lips crashed together with a surprising amount of force, finally no longer denying their desire for each other. Sigyn’s hands gripped either side of Marc’s face, while his hands found purchase on her hips, walking her blindly back into the wall of the elevator, pressing his hard-on against her.

A throaty moan escaped Sigyn’s mouth in between harsh, hungry kisses when she felt Marc’s erection against her hip. She grinded against him, savoring the friction, detaching their lips to whisper, “Is that all for me, Moon Knight?”

He mouthed at her neck, encircling each of her wrists in his hands, pinning them to the wall, “Shut up.”

Sigyn acquiesced with a giggle that suddenly morphed in a moan when Marc bit down on the juncture of her neck and shoulder.

The elevator doors opened to their floor with a high chime. The pair stumbled out and disconnected, Marc adjusting his jacket to try and hide his boner while Sigyn smoothed out her dress, both aware that there were still two guards posted at the other end of the hallway outside the suite.

“Your highness,” they greeted them, opening the door for Sigyn and Marc.

She smiled and acknowledged the guards with a nod, hoping her eyes telegraphed Sigyn’s gratitude for not commenting on their appearances.

As soon as the door closed behind them in the suite, the two launched themselves at each other once more. This time Marc’s hands went straight under the hem of Sigyn’s dress to her ass and lifted the princess into his arms.

“I should fuck you against the door so they can hear,” Marc growled.

“Naughty,” Sigyn played with the hair at the nape of his neck, “spread me out on the bed first.”

Marc obliged, carrying her into the bedroom, and depositing Sigyn on the bed with a toss. She laid back amongst the pillows, separating her legs to give Marc a glimpse of the scrap of black lace covering her as he stripped off his shirt and toed off his loafers.

“Turn around,” he ordered.

Sigyn did so, and Marc unzipped her dress and slid it down her shoulders, kissing every newly exposed notch of her back as he went. He slipped off her stilettos and pushed the black fabric down her hips, Marc’s mouth watering when Sigyn’s full, toned ass came into view. He snapped the strap of her flimsy thong against her golden skin, earning a shiver from Sigyn.

“This ass,” he groaned as he pulled Sigyn’s back flush with his front. Marc snaked his hands up her taut abdomen, then cupped her breasts in his large hands.

“Marc,” she mewled as he resumed his attack on her neck.

He teased her nipples, pinching them. “What do you want?”

She answered him by slithering out of his grasp and twisting back around on the bed, sitting back on her heels. Sigyn’s hands went straight to Marc’s belt, undoing the strip of leather and unzipping his fly. She reached inside, taking his massive, insistent bulge in hand through Marc’s boxer-briefs, squeezing him through the fabric.

“Fuck,” he grunted.

Sigyn withdrew only to pull his pants and underwear down, Marc aiding her and by kicking them off. He stood before her in all of his glory, and a wicked, satisfied glint flashed in Sigyn’s eyes when she was able to take in Marc’s member without any obstruction. She bit her lip unconsciously - he was uncut and thick. An errant thought danced through her mind —she owed her sort-of brother-in-law an apology and her heartiest gratitude for pairing them together.

Concentrating back on the task before her, Sigyn pumped Marc a few times, climbed off the bed, and knelt before him. She brought her lips to his head tracing the shape of her mouth before laving kitten licks up his length.

Marc gazed down at Sigyn through hooded lids as his cock slipped between her lips and she bobbed up and down. He rested a hand on the back of Sigyn's head, guiding her eager mouth along the length of his dick. Shit she was good at this.

Well, she is a thousand-year-old goddess, Steven pointed out, probably had loads of time to practice.

The last thing Marc wanted to do was think about Sigyn with another man, the thought prompted him to begin thrusting into the warm, wet suction of the princess’s mouth. She moaned.

C’mon, fuck her mouth, Jake urged in Steven’s absence.

As if she could read their thoughts, Sigyn grasped onto the globes of Marc’s ass and pulled him deeper. His eyes rolled back in his head as she proceeded to deep throat him. Did Asgardians not have gag reflexes?

Marc could feel his orgasm creeping up on him. He pulled himself from between Sigyn’s plush lips, but the princess looking up at him with her wide sapphire orbs and glistening pout was nearly enough to undo Marc.

“Wanna come in your pussy,” he offered as an explanation, lifting Sigyn to her feet and pushing back onto the bed again. This time, he covered her body with his, Marc’s hand slipping down to her underwear, toying with Sigyn’s clit through the lace.

She let out a breathy cry, both relieved and riled up that her core was getting some much-needed attention. Marc’s dexterous fingers continued playing with her while another slipped between her folds, earning another keen from the princess. He proceeded to rip the thong clean off her body and redouble his efforts by thrusting two fingers inside of Sigyn. She canted her hips to meet his strokes, just as hungry for this as he was.

“Sigyn,” he murmured.

“Hgggnnn,” came her incredibly coherent reply.

“We need protection.”

Her eyes popped open, her brow creasing. “From what?”

“Sexually transmitted diseases,” he explained, “and pregnancy.”

“Our kind can’t contract any diseases from yours,” she panted. Marc hadn’t ceased his ministrations and hit a particularly delectable spot inside of her. “And I take a – um, tincture. F-f-for contraception.”

His thumb drew circles around her clit. “Fuck me already, Marc,” she demanded.

Marc was all too eager to acquiesce. He withdrew his fingers from Sigyn, inserting them into her eager mouth while he lined himself up with her dripping core. Sigyn licked Marc’s digits clean, treating him to more insistent, needy moans as he ran the head of his cock through her wetness.

At last Marc sank into Sigyn’s tight cunt. She felt just as heavenly as he’d imagined she would, her walls clinging to his shaft in a vice-like grip, encouraging him to sheath himself further.

As Marc pulled out to thrust back in deeper, Sigyn wrapped an arm around his neck and brought their mouths together once again. They collided in a mess of teeth and tongues, Sigyn breaking the liplock only when Marc picked up the pace of his hips, her neck thrashing to the side.

It felt as though Marc was consuming her, spearing her apart with his thick girth, and she loved it. What they shared felt more primal than her lovemaking with Loki had been as of late. Sex was a tactic or carefully calculated move in the chess game that her marriage had become, with Marc it seemed that they needed each other equally as badly, and for the same reason. To forget someone else.

And with a face like that and the way Marc pistoned his fat cock into her, Sigyn had no problem with forgetting everything except the stretch in her pussy, Marc’s dark, unflinching gaze, and the pair of bulging biceps that held her wrists above her head.

“You’re so strong,” Sigyn exhaled.

Marc grunted a reply, continuing to hammer into her.

“But so am I,” Sigyn smirked as broke free of his grasp, flipping them over so she was on top. She canted her hips and pinned Marc’s wrists just as he had hers, a devilish grin playing across her kiss-bruised lips.

Despite the hot thrill that raced down Marc’s spine at having a partner who could match his strength and the view of Sigyn’s tits bouncing in time with his thrusts, he wasn’t going to let her get away with it.

“Oh no you don’t,” Marc rolled them over again, splaying Sigyn back on the bed. He hooked the backs of her knees in the bends of his elbows to spread her legs wider and pounded in deeper.

Sigyn threw her head back against the bed’s downy comforter. “Norns, Marc, yes.”

But Marc was unable to shake the idea of fucking the Asgardian against the wall. He collected her in his arms and carried her to the wall opposite the bed. Sigyn’s breath hitched when Marc re-entered her and resumed his punishing pace. She clenched around him even harder, relishing the contrast between the rigid, polished wood paneling at her back and Marc’s searing flesh, damp with sweat, pressing into her front.

Marc was unrelenting in his assault on Sigyn’s pussy, driving his hips into her, earning a hybrid of a moan and shriek when the tip of his cock found her g-spot. He focused there with his thrusts, swallowing Sigyn’s cries and moans as he impaled her. Though initially Marc has wanted the guards to hear just how well he was fucking her royal highness, he’d changed his mind. Now he wanted all of Sigyn’s sweet little sounds for himself.

Particularly sweet was the sound of slick slap on skin-on-skin from where they were joined. “Do you hear that?” Marc asked her, his voice gravel. It sent another shudder through Sigyn. “You’re so wet for me baby, you gonna come on my cock?”

Sigyn pulled Marc closer to her, digging her manicured nails into the thick muscles of his traps. “Make me.”

The Asgardian’s challenge spurred Marc to redouble his efforts, holding Sigyn up with his pistoning hips and only one arm, the other shooting straight down to her clit. He rubbed rough, persistent circles into the nub, prompting Sigyn’s cunt to clench around him so tightly he could barely thrust.

Marc didn’t mind though, he ground his hips into hers and continued his stream of filthy goading, “You like that? ‘Cause I love the way your tight cunt is squeezing me. Come on, cream on my cock baby.”

Sigyn snapped with a loud, unprincess-like wail as she came, her pussy spasming around Marc’s hot length inside her. Her orgasm rushed like a roaring flame through her veins, her nails digging so deep into Marc’s shoulders she nearly drew blood. Marc didn’t stop grinding his dick into her core as Sigyn came, prolonging her release as he chased his. She didn’t know how long it took for the blinding euphoria to settle, but when Sigyn regained coherence Marc was still frantically fucking into her.

Despite the oversensitivity beginning to set into her groin, Sigyn tightened around his pulsing dick again and urged him on, “Marc, wanna feel you.”

That did it - not a moment later was Marc painting her walls with his hot seed. He slammed his free hand against the wall and his chest vibrated with a deep groan as he emptied himself inside of Sigyn, the climax so good he could forget about Khonshu, his divorce, and the impending threat of the Godbutcher, if only for a moment.

Marc gathered the remains of his strength and walked them back over to the bed, his softening cock still inside Sigyn. This time he lay her on the now mussed duvet much more gingerly, and extracted himself from her just as carefully.

They lay beside each other, looking into each other’s eyes for the right thing to say. This was so not how Marc thought tonight would go when he got the call from Agent Woo, but he was not complaining.

Marc spoke first. “How do you feel?”

Sigyn smiled - not an imperious smirk, nor the grin she used to mask her pain when talking about Loki. A genuine, unguarded smile. “Very good.”

“Just very good?” Marc scoffed with mock offense.

“Very very good,” Sigyn assured him with a kiss. “Wonderful, even. Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” Marc found it too easy to get lost in Sigyn’s eyes. “I am famished, though.”

“You did work up quite the appetite, Mister Spector,” Sigyn remarked. She sat up, pushing herself off of the bed. “Order us something, I’m going to clean up.”

What a gentleman you are, Steven fumed, leaving her to fend for herself as soon as you’re finished.

Marc sat up as well, eschewing firing back at Steven that he barely wasn’t a virgin anymore, and grabbed Sigyn’s wrist as she headed toward the en-suite. “I can get you–”

“It’s no trouble,” she told him. She gestured to her now thoroughly wrecked updo. “Besides I should tend to this.”

“Wait, let me…” Marc slid his fingertip along the inside of Sigyn’s thigh where his release had trickled out of her. She bent over obediently and sucked it clean, making Marc’s spent cock twitch in a valiant attempt to harden again so soon.

He enjoyed the view of the naked princess traipsing into the bathroom, then grabbed the in-room phone.

Part 2

A/N: The night’s just getting started for Sigyn and the Moon Boys...

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