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My name is Jill and I have an all-consuming crush on Henry Cavill and all of his content. I'm here to thirst, to share daydreams and ideas that will not leave my head, and interact with other beautiful humans who want to do the same.
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Warnings: 18+. Smut under the cut. Oral sex (m receiving), cockwarming, vague mentions of grief and angst.
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After a grueling week, darkness has found Walter and burrowed its roots into his soul, making him moody and unsettled. You can feel the waves of tension and grief in his muscles and jaw without even seeing him walk through the front door.
When the memories were harsh and the cases were too gruesome to bear, Walter needed to feel your touch. He would never say much, but he didn't need to; you could always see the storms raging behind his eyes.
Arriving home, he sinks down into a chair, sighing and massaging the bridge of his nose. He always does that when his head is pounding. To help him relax, you quietly pad over to where he sits and straddle his hips. You pepper him with soft kisses across his nose and cheeks, scratching the back of his head gently and whispering sweet thoughts into his hair as you kiss his temples.
He loves it when you play with his hair.
Kissing down his neck, you slither to his hips, lifting the hem of his sweater up on his torso so that you can unbuckle his belt. Working his cock out from its constraints, you feel your mouth water as you palm him through his jeans. Stress begins to leave his body as you free him and take him into your mouth. You tangle your hands in his sweater, your thumbs brushing soothing circles over the bare skin of his hips as you lovingly worship every vein of his cock.
Walter’s moans are subdued and deep; you can feel how exhausted he is, how his mind has been dwelling in the dark, but his hands rub tenderly through your hair as he praises you under his breath.
You lick and tease him, giving him whatever he desires. You encourage him to feel, to let go. With a guttural moan, his release fills your mouth, hot and heady. The sensitivity he feels makes his moans louder as you continue to lightly suck on his tip.
You don't stop.
Walter loves the sensation of being overstimulated, and you love to make him squirm.
His body is yours to treasure, and you waste no minute in cherishing his skin. Your lips and tongue suckle him to an erection once again, your actions fueled by his needy cries.
When he is rock hard again, you let him go. Stripping out of your panties, you climb up to meet his lips in a searing kiss and sink down onto his throbbing length. His head falls back and you nearly come undone hearing him growl your name.
Feeling him hot inside your silken walls, you are amazed that after years of being together, his cock still stretches you out. Before him, you'd never felt full.
Even though you want to, you don't move. You could read him like a book: something awful happened tonight.
The two of you sit like this, arms wrapped around the other, sharing light kisses and nuzzling each other's necks. Yes, you love a hard fucking, letting him take out his frustrations and stress on you, but sometimes, when he comes home quiet, you know what he needs is tenderness.
Brushing the curls out of his eyes, you trace his chiseled face as you have a silent conversation with your eyes. A single tear rolls down his cheek. Walter leans forward, kissing your lips with need as he shakes lightly underneath you. Wrapping him in your embrace and squeezing him tightly, you decide to sit like this until he starts to feel like himself again.
How are you Jill? 💕 I have another idea (I'm so sorry)
Walter or Superman and reader are night owls (or any reason why lni do not sleep). Reader suggests pass the time over a fire and fried marshmallows, but they are in apartment and they are frying marshmallows on the burner, sitting at the stove (close to each other). Do whatever u want with this ;>
Oh babe, your wish is my command! I fell in LOVE with this idea... and totally flipped it around. I hope you love! (Walter is currently my weakness... thank you. 🖤🔥) No smut... but I can definitely follow up with a part 2 if you so desire. 😘
Insomnia Marshmallows: (Part 1)
Part 2
Summary: Your closest neighbor and somewhat acquaintance, Walter Marshall, comes to rescue you in the middle of a blizzard. Coincidentally, both of you have trouble sleeping and find way to pass the time.
Warnings: cursing, heavy making out, sexual desires but no explicit smut, flirting. 18+ just because.
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Insomnia Marshmallows (Part 1)
Pillowy white clouds covered everything that you could see as you looked out of your kitchen window, not that you could see many surfaces due to the angry pelting of dusty snow falling from the sky. The “blizzard of the year” had started, and you were cozied up in your house, ready for a few days of silence and peace.
Content to sip your hot chai tea and snuggle on your couch in your warmest sweatshirt, you turned on your current tv show, enjoying your evening while the snow poured out over the ground. You were basking in peaceful bliss, that is, until your power flickered, veiling you in near pitch black.
“Fuck.”
You knew in the back of your mind that this could happen. Hell, your new friends had warned you when you moved up here that it would, but you hadn’t been worried. You’d been stuck inside without power during a few of those famous ‘buy all the milk and bread’ “snowstorms” that happened in the South. You knew how to manage… right? How bad could it be?
As you began to dig around for all of your supplies, a mild panic began to set in. Blankets were abundant in your house, but as you came to the end of your blanket collection, you suddenly started to irrationally convince yourself that you could freeze to death. Your new house didn’t have a secondary heat source. You had no generator, no fireplace; you knew you were screwed. To top it off, you became painfully aware of your inadequate lighting as you lit all four of the candles and powered on the single lantern that you owned, only managing to light up your kitchen and part of your living room. You looked around, feeling defeated.
“Fuck me, why am I so stupid?”
You were jolted by the heavy knock that boomed from the living room.
Your savior appeared as you opened the door, his snow-chained truck still running in what might have been your driveway. Your brow furrowed, thinking that it could have also been your front flower beds, though you couldn’t be sure. The snow was coming down thickly now, blowing sideways as the wind picked up and swirled broodingly behind him. Your brawny neighbor, Detective Walter Marshall, stood before you with a large spotlight and a lantern, his gorgeous features illuminated by the glow of the lights.
“Pack a bag and get in the truck. You’re not staying here.”
“Hi Walter, how are you? That is what people normally say when greeting each other.” He was not amused. Instead, he looked at you with unwavering concentration. His bulging arms were crossed, showing off his biceps even in his thick sweater. “What are you talking about? I’m going to be fine.”
Why are you lying? You just panicked mere minutes ago.
He didn’t hesitate a bit at your words. Instead, he looked behind you at your sorry excuse for lighting, then at the huge pile of blankets you’d placed on the kitchen table. He carried an unimpressed expression and raised his eyebrow in your direction. “You have no heat and the power grid for the entire area is down. This storm could last for a few days. I am not leaving you here stranded with no heat when you would be perfectly warm at my house.”
“Walt, I’m fine. I have tons of warm clothes and even a space heater that I can plug into my car to charge. Look, I appreciate that you came all the way down here…”
“.. And because of your appreciation and all of those Southern manners that you tell everyone you have, you’re going to pack your bag and get in the truck.” Walter looked pointedly at you. “That space heater is a joke. Your car battery will die before you ever get it charged enough to turn on.”
“I promise that I’ll be okay, I —”
“Pack a bag.”
You knew you’d already lost. Closing your eyes and sighing heavily, you asked him, “You won’t take no for an answer, will you?”
“I’m not asking.”
The man looked at you with serious sternness, though his eyes seemed to soften the longer yours held his. He broke eye contact and ran a hand over his beanie-covered curls, his hand moving to comb at his beard. “Come on, I’m going to worry about you down here alone. Go get your things, you can stay with me until this thing is over. I have an extra room for you and a wood-burning stove and fireplace to keep us warm. At least I’ll know you have heat and aren’t shivering to death, alone.” He glanced back over his shoulder at the swirling of the storm. “Too much longer, and I don’t think anyone will be able to drive in this, even with snow chains.”
You desired to argue with him if only to push his buttons. This was your house, after all — you could stay if you wanted to. You were a grown woman who could take care of herself even without the gruff detective; you didn’t need a knight coming to your rescue.
Although deep down, you knew he was right — there was no way you would be able to keep warm if this lasted more than one night. You also knew his stubbornness wouldn’t let you stay here; it was the natural protector in him.
Damn, I don’t want to admit he’s right, he’s a smug bastard when he knows he’s right.
Walter’s words brought you out of your head —
“Alone.” He reemphasized and frowned at you. “With no one to save you.” His stare intensified.
“Okay, okay! I get it. I’m coming.” You invited him in as you quickly made your way to your bedroom, grabbing a bag and pulling warm clothes out of your closet. Walter followed and stood in the doorway, keeping watch over you, almost like he expected you to try and run away.
You should have been embarrassed when he watched you pull pairs of lacy underwear out of your drawer, but you weren’t.
Walter’s intense personality had turned you on since the day you’d bumped into him outside the diner, spilling your to-go lemonade all over the both of you. You’d never made any advances towards him – you actually enjoyed his company and didn’t want to make the situation awkward with the two of you being close neighbors, but you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t hard to control yourself when he was around.
Dark brooding men were your weakness. This one wore sweaters that you wanted to wrap yourself in and had a beard that you wouldn’t mind feeling against your skin.
Walter Marshall was mysterious. Your casual acquaintanceship with Walter had been instantaneous, even though he didn’t seem to be the type to normally make friends. He was your closest neighbor by a mile and was, by far, the most intriguing. You considered yourself lucky that you had a police detective living close. Butterflies erupted in your chest whenever you saw him, but somehow, despite that, his presence managed to calm you; It was the greatest contradiction. It took a few weeks for you to be able to piece together what he did for a career; he didn’t like telling people — they asked him fewer questions when they didn’t know.
“I’m going to go ahead and assume that you also didn’t buy the snow chains I told you to buy, did you?”
You were in your bathroom now, packing your toiletries, “No, I haven’t, Dad. I wasn’t exactly planning on going anywhere during all of this, so I decided that I don’t need them.”
Walter sighed and shook his head at you, “These winters are going to kick your ass if you don’t listen to my advice, love. I’ve seen too many people get cocky and end up stranded, or worse…”
“I’m going to kick your ass...” you muttered under your breath.
“What was that?” Walter’s mouth was pressed in a harsh line, but there was a glint of flirtation in his eyes as he gave you a chance to redeem yourself. You shook your head at him, throwing the last few things you needed in your duffle bag, and walked toward him. As you passed him in your doorway, you placed a quick kiss on his cheek, catching him off-guard. His face was shocked, but he almost broke into a smile.
“Nothing,” you said, your hand still holding his forearm, “Thank you for coming to get me.”
Walter insisted on taking your bag for you as he followed you back to your living room, grumbling behind you. “You’re lucky to have such a good neighbor, is what I thought you said.”
You rolled your eyes obviously in his direction but chuckled to yourself. He carried your bag out the front door to his rumbling truck. You grabbed the few belongings you had out in your kitchen and threw them in your purse before locking up.
Walter’s cabin smelled like him: earthy, oaky, and masculine. It smelled delicious.
You’d only been to Walter’s cabin twice before, both very brief, though you’d never been inside. Once when you’d gotten lost while walking the grounds around your home and showed up on his property by accident, and the other when you’d brought him your famous thumbprint cookies as a peace offering for said accident. You’d discovered that he had a secret sweet tooth, and you were happy to oblige him. Two or three times a month, you’d take him a sweet gift in return for his constant vigilance when it came to watching our for your homes.
Walt’s entire cabin was extremely well put-together and was surprisingly homier than you had anticipated. Cozy and comforting, his space held big open windows in every room that, even through the darkness, you knew showcased the gorgeous view you’d seen only twice before from outside. Even though the lights were out, you could see the contours of his home by the light of the lanterns Walter had placed around the cabin.
He set you up in the spare bedroom, telling you to make yourself at home as you parted ways for the evening. You were comfortable in the soft bed, snuggled in under all of the blankets you could stand. Not sure if the fact that you were sleeping in his home had you out of sorts or if it was that he was so close to where you laid, you tossed and turned as thoughts raced through your head —
Was he always this sweet or had you caught him on a hero trip? He was always cordial to you… maybe it’s just the cop in him. Did he do this for other neighbors? What were you supposed to talk to him about for the next few days? Why did his brooding intrigue you? Why can you not stop thinking about him? You can’t stop thinking about him because he’s damn near the most attractive man you’ve ever seen… or kissed on the cheek. What was that, by the way?
You peered at your phone on the bedside table, 11:34. Then 12:02. Then 12:47. You couldn’t catch a break. The exposed skin of your face started to freeze and your body started to shiver despite the innumerable layers on top of you. Getting up, you grabbed a heavy blanket off the bed and padded your way quietly to Walter’s living room in search of heat and something to occupy your mind.
As you walked past Walter’s room, you noticed his door was ajar and his bed was empty. You were quiet to not wake your savior, but your heart nearly jumped out of your chest when you saw his dark figure looming on the couch in the living room, reading by the light of the fire. Bracing your hands on the door frame, you huffed out louder than you anticipated. His eyes jolted to yours and his head cocked in confusion at your being awake.
“Sorry,” you spoke lowly, “I couldn’t sleep.”
He sat in his thick sweatpants and thermal top. You don’t know if he’d ever looked so attractive.
Walter closed his book on his fingers, holding his place as he smirked at you. “Coming to look for me, were you?” His pearly fangs glinted in the firelight; he looked at you like a lion who had found his next gazelle.
This was new.
Your body felt aflush with flames at his gaze. Honestly? It scared you a little: his intensity, his rugged handsomeness. Somehow, you managed to ignore the warmth crawling through your belly.
“I didn’t want to wake you. It’s a little too cold in there...”
“I was afraid of that. Here, come sit by the fire, I'll get you something warm to drink.” You sat as Walter covered you with another knit blanket. He went to his bedroom and, upon returning to the living space, threw a huge pair of wool socks in your direction.
“That’s part of your problem, put those on.”
“Walt, I have socks —” He didn’t have to tell you to hush, his face and the large hand he held up in your direction did it for him. You pulled on the soft, too big, socks and nodded at him, silently thanking him for them. “Do you normally stay up this late? I’m sorry if my being here has thrown off your normal routine.”
“Oh no, it hasn’t. I don’t sleep much these days.” He meandered away, and you couldn’t help but watch his ass as he walked away from you.
And damn he had a good one.
You glanced at where he’d been sitting — a well-read copy of The Hobbit lay on his seat.
Okay, I would have never guessed that.
Looking around the cozy cabin, you wondered how many nights he sat there, alone and unable to sleep. The more you thought about it, he always looked extremely tired.
It made you sad.
Suddenly, you felt closer to him. How many nights did you both share in your insomnia, wishing for someone to share these moments with, not knowing the other was awake only a mile away?
You huddled on the couch, letting the warmth radiate through you. His couch was plush and soft, like sitting on a cloud. You wondered why, in the home of a man who you barely knew, you felt more at ease than you had with any lover.
Your heart fluttered again when Walter emerged from his kitchen holding a campfire coffee maker and bundling the makings for s’mores in the crook of his arm.
He glanced at you before looking down at what he was carrying, and you could swear you saw a glimpse of nervousness in his expression. “I know you have a guilty pleasure of s’mores lattes from Maeve’s… I don’t have all the fancy coffee shit, but I do have coffee and smores. What do you say?”
“How do you even know that?” You didn’t answer his question but instead reached up to grab the skewers and marshmallows from his grasp, getting them ready for roasting.
“I’m an investigator, it’s my job to notice seemingly insignificant things about people.” He set the other ingredients down and got busy making the coffee over the fire. You arched an eyebrow, doubting his argument was completely truthful. Maybe you weren’t imagining his seductive look earlier… or your gravitation towards him.
He resumed his seat on the couch, this time closer to you. His thick thigh grazed yours. Fueled by the electricity that was running over your entire body, you asked him, “Why does knowing my guilty pleasure coffee order come in handy?”
He was silent for a moment as if he was heavily considering what to say next. Walter finally answered when his hands brushed yours as you handed him a skewer for himself. “Well, if a homicide victim smells of coffee, chocolate, and marshmallow and doesn’t smell like fire, we’ve narrowed down our potential unsub suspects.”
“HEY. Maeve’s lattes are delicious, practically everyone in town drinks them. How would you know it’s me? Or that the victim didn’t indulge in one before becoming… well, extremely unlucky?” You cracked a half-smile at your joke, and the both of you huddled closer as the smell of caramelized sugar and smoky fire wafted through the cabin.
“Simple, I also know that you like cinnamon in those lattes,” Walter smirked at you. “How many people do you think that narrows it down to?”
How did he know that?
You glanced at the box on the table: cinnamon graham crackers. He gently took the skewer with a freshly roasted marshmallow from your hands and began to assemble your s’more for you. You poured the both of you a steaming cup of coffee, munching on the warm gooey sweets.
The caffeine made you feel bolder, more playful. In the glow of the fire, you watched him, both content in your silence. Walter was a walking contradiction: soft, but tough as iron. You found him secretly kind and funny, but he was still very intimidating. You’d never been alone with him in this close of proximity. The heat flushed through your body as you stared right at him. You weren’t sure if it was the fire or if it was the way he stared back at you, but your boldness finally broke the silence.
“I think you notice because you want to.”
“Hmmm…” he nodded and hummed as his coffee warmed his lips. “Is that what you really think?” Walter questioned you, his face leaning closer to yours. Your heart nearly leaped out of your chest when Walter’s finger brushed the corner of your lips.
“Chocolate,” he said quietly, then proceeded to lick his finger. Your heart was pounding in your head. You knew, then. You knew this couldn’t be one-sided.
“It is really what I think,” you murmured, unable to tear your gaze away from the soft pillows of his lips surrounded by that delicious beard. “Am I wrong? Tell me that I’m wrong, Walt.”
The storm in his eyes captivated you. Closing the distance between your lips, you grabbed the front of his cable-knit sweater, the soft fabric buttery on your hands as you pulled him to you. Your lips met his with a passion you hadn’t felt within yourself in months.
God, he felt good.
His beard scratched and tickled your skin as he claimed his mouth with yours.
“Am I reading this right?” You broke away from him, Walter wasted no time as he kissed over to your ear and jaw, placing sensual kisses over your skin.
You were met with a deep moan and a hearty nod. The smile that crossed your face was borderline stupid.
His kisses were all-consuming. He was all-consuming. His hands were large and strong; you knew he could crush your skull with his strength, yet, he cradled your face with a gentleness that you didn’t expect. The pads of his rough thumbs brushed your cheeks as his tongue tangoed with yours. He tasted like coffee and cinnamon… and desire.
No longer cold, heat was radiating from your skin. The heat of the fire, the heat of him, all of it came together and despite the warmth surrounding you, you shivered with pleasure. Your kisses started soft and sweet but bloomed into needy desire the longer your lips touched his.
You weren’t sure what came over you – well, actually you knew, you just couldn’t believe that you were so free – you uncurled from the blanket, and without breaking your kiss, you grabbed Walter’s shoulders and crawled over into his lap, straddling him. His thick thighs and hips stretched your legs further than you’d anticipated, but he felt delicious under you. Arms tangled around each other as you play-bit his lip, sucking lightly on his plush flesh.
You pulled him as close to you as you could get, running fingers through his luscious locks… you’d been dying to touch them since you’d met. You caressed his curls, suddenly wanting to run your fingers through his hair while he kissed your other lips. You wanted him.
Walter’s large hands ran up and down your back, his fingers teasing you slowly. His groans and kisses became louder the more you squirmed on top of him, begging for any friction to relieve your growing need. His pecs felt meaty and hard under his sweater. Smiling against his lips, you ran your chilly hands under the hem of the knit wool, tickling him as he jumped from the cold. Giggling at his surprise, your fingers were met with the feeling of his hairy torso.
Oh, I need to have this man. Every part of him is going to be delicious, isn’t it?
You caressed him, warming your hands against his skin. He moaned heartily into your mouth, grinding his hips ever so slightly underneath yours. Your other weakness? Men who moaned with no reservations. Walter’s low growls flooded your senses with want. Your walls crumbled with every noise he made.
You wondered if he felt as touch-starved as you did. It was like you both had created this buzzing frequency that only surrounded where you sat together. His rugged hand reached up and held your chin. You didn’t know if you’d ever been more turned on than when his thumb tugged gently at the flesh of your bottom lip while his eyes traveled from yours to where he touched you.
Breaking away, you both panted heavily, trying to catch your breath. He met your gaze, you felt the embarrassment wash over you as you realized you had groped and made out like teenagers. Walter chuckled at your situation and you buried your head, finding a warm place to hide in his neck.
“Warmed up, then?” You could feel Walter’s grin as he turned his head to place a bearded kiss on your neck. His beard scratching you made you squirm from the tickling sensation but soon caused you to moan under your breath.
“Uh-huh. Yep… very warm. I’m going to need you to do that again and again.” His kisses continued over your throat, his tongue giving you light licks as he brought a hand to the back of your neck. He held you in place. His strength was insurmountable — you wanted him to pin you down and show you just how strong he was.
“As much as I don’t want to admit it… You’re right,” Walter murmured between kisses. “ I noticed because I want to.”
You tried to pull away, goosebumps breaking out over your skin, but Walter’s grip held you right where he wanted to. His breath was hot and sensual on your neck, but you had to tease. “I’m sorry, what was that? Could you repeat that? I didn’t quite hear —”
“No.” You giggled as his kisses slowed, becoming soft and loving as opposed to the hungry ones you’d shared mere minutes before. He held you on his lap, arms wrapped around you.
After a while, you both untangled, searching for the makings of another s’more and warming up your coffee, neither of you sleepy, even still. You had found a book on his bookshelf, and decided to read with him in the comforting silence. You curled into his side, happy to breathe in his intoxicating smell and feel his warmth against your body.
It wasn’t the book’s fault that it couldn’t hold your interest. It was impossible to concentrate as you took notice of the way his arm felt draped around you and how his fingers traced your thigh over the blanket as he read. You couldn’t take it anymore. Suddenly, you had a strong need.
You put your book down. Grabbing his hand and bringing it to your lips, you kissed it and asked, “Walt? I’m getting a little cold, again… think you could warm me up?”
He was on you in an instant, pushing your body into the couch, his hips flush with yours. He grinned again, and his eyes were wild with desire.
The lion was back, and you were his next meal.
“I have a way to make sure you won’t be cold again, but it does require less clothing. Why don’t you let me show you, love?”
*I do not own Walter Marshall or Night Hunter, not anything to do with either.
Summary: Your closest neighbor and somewhat acquaintance, Walter Marshall, comes to rescue you in the middle of a blizzard. Coincidentally, both of you have trouble sleeping and find way to pass the time.
Warnings: 18+ only. SMUT SMUT .... AND MORE SMUT, oral sex (f receiving), sex (p in v), bodily fluids, cockwarming, cursing, mild dominant energy if you squint.
Author's Note: So many of you asked for this… hell, I wanted it, too! This may be the hottest thing I've ever had the privilege of writing. I hope someone else thinks so, too 🤤
Edited by my main squeeze, the ever fabulous Lady Danger: @cavillsthighs
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Insomnia Marshmallows (Pt. 2)
Walter walked over to the fire to add more logs to the waning flames, the embers glowing and sparking through the air as he stoked them. The muscles of his broad back rippled through the cream-colored thermal that hugged his form. He had pushed his sleeves up to his forearms and had the top button unbuttoned — both of the things that made girls stupid.
Especially this girl.
You watched him from the couch that he had folded out into the most luxurious fold-out bed you’d ever been on. Plush and soft, the pillows were abundant and Walter had already added his heavy duvet and other ancillary blankets to the bed. He knew that you both would need to stay close to the fire with the temperature dropping outside.
Nervous jitters ran along your skin as you internally drooled over his large frame.
What was this man about to do to you? What all did you want to do to this man?
He deserved special treatment for saving you, though it oddly seemed like he had almost had his cabin ready for your arrival… like he knew you’d be staying.
“Walter?”
“Hmm?” He answered, placing the last log on the fire and turning to you. You watched him turn in those tight pajama pants that hugged his well-blessed ass just right.
“Tell me… do you always keep cinnamon graham crackers here, or did you know you’d be saving and eventually seducing my dumbass?”
He smiled and shook his head. “I actually like them. But if I’m being completely transparent, I bought those things in the hopes that I’d have a reason to get you here… and now that’s sounding a bit creepy. Though, you were the one who kissed me first; I think you are the one seducing me.”
“Hmm.. maybe. It’s so quiet and private here… we’re really all alone out here. You know, for all I know, you’d have the perfect opportunity to kill me, and no one would even hear…” You trailed off, remembering just how many serial killer documentaries begin exactly like this. It was a joke, but you still felt the need to clarify, “You aren’t going to, right?”
He crawled back onto the bed, his body moving to hover over yours. “Wasn’t planning on it. I guess we’ll see… but you again are right. We are all alone out here in the woods… no one to hear us.” Walter looked seriously into your eyes before leaning down to kiss you tenderly. The two of you parted only so you could catch your breaths. “... And I intend to make you scream as loud as you can, love.”
Walter’s low murmuring made you clench with desire. Reaching toward the hem of his shirt, he let you slowly pull off his thermal and unveil his body. You were mesmerized by the dark curly hair that you found peppering his chest and stomach.
He is the ultimate specimen… large and virile.
“Fuck me,” you breathed out.
“Oh I fully intend to… but first…” He kissed his way down your body, ridding you of your warm clothing, though your skin suddenly felt hotter without your clothes than it did with them.
“Hmmm.. you are cold. Let me fix that for you.” Walter’s bearded kisses met your pair of lacy underwear, like the ones he saw you pack earlier. His hot mouth pressed steamy kisses to your clothed mound, making you squirm as he fingered the thin strings across your hips. The kisses he placed on your inner thighs were mixed with nibbles as he teased your flesh. Heavy breaths and involuntary moans escaped your body. You’d never felt so bewitched by a man.
You loved it.
“Hand me a pillow,” Walter murmured lightly against your covered center. You looked at him curiously, questioning him. “The thick one. You can thank me later.”
You handed the pillow down to him, wondering what on earth he could want to do with —
“Oh!” Surprised by his speed but not by his stealth, Walter had wrapped an arm under your lower back to lift you, placing the pillow underneath your hips. Your center was raised right to his sinful mouth. This angle made you feel exposed, but you felt yourself flood with arousal at the sight in front of you, dampening your thong beyond repair. The view you had of this bearded mountain man between your thighs who had saved you from possible hypothermia, strong and rugged, taking in your body like he was ready for a feast, was driving you crazy.
Again, his fingers traced the thin fabric across your hips, sliding back and forth sensually as he stared at you. Determined to soak in every moment, you challenged yourself to keep his gaze and refused to look away. There was an anticipation as Walter began to slide your panties down your hips, shimmying them off of your legs, his hands gliding back up to your thighs. Every movement he made contributed to his symphony, and he smiled knowing that his chosen soloist was about to sing.
He teased you, then — touching everywhere around you, but never quite making contact with your pearl. Walter’s fingers stroked everywhere across your lips. He was patient as he felt you tremble lightly underneath his touch. He was waiting for you.
“Tell me. Tell me what you want, love.”
“I want you — I need you to touch me, please.”
He smiled evilly as he looked up at you from in between your thighs. “Touch you where, darling? You’re going to have to be more specific.”
“Walter, you know, please…”
“Mmmm… no one will hear you but me, love. Come on, use that pretty mouth to tell me what you’ve been really wanting me to do to you all evening. Be brave for me.”
Arousal gripped your body strongly because at his words, you suddenly felt as if you could tell him any of your greatest desires. “I want you to eat me. Now. I want to run my fingers through your curls while you use your tongue to make me cum.”
“Mmm, that’s more like it.” You watched him visibly moan as his tongue met your lips, gently probing to flick your clit. The sensations running through your lower body were incredible; when you arched your back, your mound pushed even closer to his mouth. Walter worshipped you, sucking your clit and gently touching your entrance, stroking the nerves that lie there. The suction from his lips on you almost made you cum immediately, but he let you go and kissed down your folds before you could find your release.
His fingers slipped inside you, stretching you out gently. His fingers were large and wow were they long. At this angle, they stroked you tenderly, pressing on all of those sweet spots inside you. Your instrument had never been played so masterfully — Walter was a true musician.
While plunging in and out, you felt his lips suck on your clit again, and this time he held you there, flicking his tongue lightly over your bud. The intense shaking that followed in your hips and legs was involuntary; you’d never been so stimulated. Walter’s other arm wrapped under your thigh and laid heavily across your abdomen, holding you steady as he continued to eat you out better than any man or toy ever had before.
The warmth of the fire and the heat of his skin against yours made sweat begin to drip down your body. The bear between your legs moaned against your clit.
“You are the best thing I have ever eaten.” He removed his fingers, and you whined at the loss of being filled.
Who am I? I sound like a whore… I don’t care, he feels so fucking good.
“Oh, you like being filled up by me, don’t you? That’s okay sweet, I’ll put them back, but you’re going to cum for me now.” He acted upon his sultry words, entering you again and stroking you intentionally. His voice dropped lower as he quietly asked, “Can you be a good girl and cum for me?”
“Mhm.. oh fuck…”
“Say it. Tell me you want to cum.”
“Walter, I… please. I want to cum. Please, make me cum…” His fingers curled for one last time as the steam engine of an orgasm hit you, and hit you hard. You arched into his mouth as he continued to lick at your juices. You grabbed what parts of him you could reach and pulled on him, begging him to come back towards your face. His mouth attacked your neck and breasts as you floated down from your high.
His hard cock brushed your raised hips through his pants. Sitting up, you reached for the drawstring on his sweatpants, but Walter gently but powerfully pushed you back down onto the bed.
“Stay there.” His eyes were dark, and his face was covered in shadows as the fire blazed brightly behind him. Walter’s body appeared unreal, his silhouette like a powerful god. Defined muscles were everywhere that you could see as he leaned back on his knees to remove his pants.
Even in the shadows, there was no denying — Walter had the biggest cock you had ever seen. Surrounded by dark curls, he looked heavy and thick.Your mouth watered and your pussy clenched with need, barely having any time to recover from the orgasm he just gave you.
You suddenly didn’t care how overstimulated you were going to be — you needed him inside you.
Wrapping your legs around his ass, you gently prodded him down to you. As he covered your body with his, you felt him graze your center and slide his tip up and down your slit… his cock hot against your skin. It took all of your willpower to not climax again from his light touch.
“I shouldn’t probably admit this,” His eyes met yours in a daring stare, “but I have thought about your body writhing underneath mine for far too long.”
Biting your lip, your eyes fluttered down his body and back up to meet his gaze. “Well, then I probably shouldn’t admit how long I’ve wanted your body pressing on top of mine…”
Walter caught your lips in a passionate kiss as he lowered his body onto yours, slowly entering you.
The loud gasps the two of you made as he finally sheathed himself in your wetness mingled in the open space of the cozy cabin. He was all around you, covering your body like a weighted blanket; your bodies were both so warm, you couldn’t help the sweat that beaded upon both of your chests. As he slowly thrust in and out of you, you slid across one another, the sweat creating a delicious glide and tingling sensation as your sensitive nipples brushed his furry ones.
His curls fell around his face and stuck to his forehead as they dampened from his physical exertion. He was moving slowly to not hurt you, but you were so wet with desire for him that he fit inside you without resistance. And he felt so good.
He fucked you passionately with heavy thrusts as his hands held yours beside your head. Your hips, still propped up on the pillow, gave him the opportunity to press his cock down into you, grinding his body into yours at an incredible angle. You were so close to him, you could feel your clit rubbing his pelvis.
One of his meaty arms wrapped around your damp back and flipped you onto your stomach; his hands ground into the flesh of your hips and ass, pulling you back onto his cock. The angle that he hit your walls with nearly made you cum — you were approaching your edge, quickly. The moans coming from deep down in the lion’s chest echoed loudly throughout the room as he neared his release.
Walter placed a firm hand and softly pressed on your lower back as his other hand raised your hips even more, stretching your spine into an intense arch. His hips slammed into your ass, finally fucking you wildly as he chased his orgasm. Unable to last one more second — you exploded around him violently, coating the two of you in even more liquid. Desperate to feel him finish, you teased him, actively squeezing his length within you to get him to cum.
Boldened by his filthy mouth and the amazing orgasms he had just given you, you cooed at him, “Walter, let me feel you… fill me up, baby.”
He lost control then. Caveman-like sounds surrounded you as he released into you and warmth filled your belly. You expected him to collapse on top of you, but instead, Walter wrapped a beefy arm around your middle once again, and, while still inside you, flipped the both of you over so that you were sitting on his lap with your back to his burly chest. His sweaty skin met yours once again, the fur on his front scratched your spine as you faced the flames of the fire.
“I’m not done with you — give me one more. Cum for me again, love.” Your thighs were trembling as you sat on his still-hard erection, his cum and yours leaking from where you were joined. Walter trailed a large hand over your thigh and down to your pearl, swiping up some of your union and using it as lube. He flicked your clit as his other hand cupped a breast and pinched your nipple, twisting it between his thumb and forefinger.
You struggled in his arms, the sensations too much for your tired pearl to handle, but still, Walter stroked on masterfully. His scruffy chin met your neck as he placed hot kisses up and down your throat, whispering for you to be his good girl and cum all over him again. Your whimpers were rising in pitch and strength as you approached your third incredible orgasm at the hand of this man who you had wanted so badly.
When it hit you, you were thankful that neighbors weren’t around for miles, because you screamed louder than you thought yourself capable. Ripped from you, this climax was sudden and sharp, making your legs shake uncontrollably and tears flood your eyes in relief.
“Shh, shh… that’s it. Yes, that’s it. I’ve got you, love.” You felt soft kisses being placed on your back as you fell apart in his strong embrace. He held you for a few soft moments as he rubbed his cheek against your shoulder.
After a short while, you both untangled your bodies and as you went to clean yourself up, Walter brought you a warm towel. Snuggled back in the bed, it was easy to love the feeling of his thick body underneath yours. The sweat you had created together was cooling on your skin. Wrapping your limbs around his, you curled into his side, his hairy body helped to keep you warm as he covered the two of you with a quilt and kissed your temple. He smiled softly as you placed kisses on his scruffy chest and twirled your fingers over the contours of his muscles.
“You’re buying snow chains when this clears up.”
You couldn’t help but laugh freely. “What, you don’t want to come save me again? This turned out to be kind of fun. Who would have thought grumpy old Walter Marshall could have any fun?”
“Girl, I’m grumpy, but I am anything but old. Do you need me to show you how quickly I am ready to go again?” His hand traced gently down your spine. Goosebumps erupted all over your skin as he leaned his head down to murmur, “Or is your sweet cunt too tired from all those orgasms I just pulled from you?”
“I’m going to need a minute,” You joked with him.
“Hmm, a minute, then.”
The sounds of the crackling fire surrounded you, lulling you into a tranquil peace. It was a perfect soundscape for sleeping, but you both lie awake, losing sense of all time. Walter kept tracing small swirls across your back, lightly kneading the flesh of your ass. It was tender and not at all rushed. You traced similar patterns across his torso, hoping to help him fall asleep. It was going to be morning soon, though you doubted that either one of you cared.
“Walt… I think you need to sleep. I’m not going anywhere, seeing as I can’t make a getaway if I tried my damndest. You don’t have to keep constant watch over me.” Your whispers were soft, but you felt more than heard his chuckle rumble through his muscled chest.
“Funny. I told you… I don’t sleep much. Though, if you’re concerned… there is something that could help.”
“And what might that be?”
You knew before he spoke. His low timbre awakened your sensual body when he muttered, “I’m getting a little cold, again. Do you think you could warm me up?”
Oh, yes I can.
Slithering from his side, you leaned up to Walter’s face and kissed his lips softly as you straddled his hips for the third time that evening. His hard length met your center, ready to fill you again. You slid down onto him, both of you groaning at how complete you felt.
You kissed him again before laying down on top of his chest, turning his body into your bed. Wrapping his arms around you, he pushed his hips up to be completely enveloped within you. Comfort overcame you both as you whispered, “Let me keep you warm. Time to sleep, Walt.”
It wasn’t long before his snores joined the subdued symphony of the world around you.
*I don't own Walter Marshall (sadly), Night Hunter, or anything affiliated with either of these.
Summary: Sy is always giving you the best gifts, and today he brought you something extra special.
Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: Implied smut. Cheeky, pouty Syverson.
Author's Note: Lots of fluffy and flirty Sy, aka my weakness. Apparently, I can’t keep anything brief. Hope you enjoy!
Edited by myself, sorry not sorry for the errors.
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Sugar and the Bull
For the entire time that you'd known him, Sy had always been an extremely thoughtful gift giver. In fact, he liked to compete against himself to get you the best gifts because when it came to you, his goal was to give you the world. It didn't matter if it was something simple and sweet that simply reminded him of you, or even a large grand gesture that made you wonder how you had been so lucky to have him, he was always spoiling you.
"A real man treats his lady right, and that includes gifts, Darlin'."
Syverson was also known, however, for giving you seemingly off-the-wall presents at random times that required specific explanations. That’s why anytime he came home and greeted you with that big grin and a present in hand, you knew you were in for a treat.
“Sugar! I’m back!” At your request, Sy had gone to grab some last-minute items for your summer grill out that you both were hosting, while you had stayed behind to begin to prep the food.
“In the kitchen!” The rustle of the bags drew closer as you glanced in his direction. Somehow you were not surprised to see that Sy was also holding two gift boxes wrapped neatly with black bows. You gave him a curious smirk while he gave you his best cheesy grin. Setting the items down, he came to stand behind you and hugged his arms around your middle, kissing your cheek.
"I found everything on your list, even those damn fancy skewers that you've had your eye on for tonight."
"Oh, you did? I cannot believe that you found them! Thank you so much, Sy!"
"What can I say? Your man's got skills." He kissed on your neck, growling where only you could hear him and grinding his hardening manhood into your backside. “Mmmm, those shorts are making me hot for you… come on, lemme show ya how much.”
"You do indeed have many skills, baby, but uhh…” His kisses were all over your neck and shoulders. God, he smelled amazing, like fresh cedar, oakmoss, and sensual amber. His scent invaded your thoughts and his arms were creating electricity around you. You just had him a few hours ago, it can wait. Get it together, girl.
“Save those skills for when we're not planning to have all of our friends over, soon. Come on, we’ve got work to do,” you laughed and reluctantly shrugged him off, moving to get to work on assembling the skewers. You felt his eyes on you, so you lifted your eyes to Sy’s face which was set in a pitiful pout, his bottom lip stuck out and all. “Oh no no, don’t even,” you said, giggling at his expression. It wasn’t known to many, considering his sheer ruggedness in looks and attitude, but Sy was extremely emotive when it was just the two of you. He was a big softie at heart.
He stepped toward you, still pouting, and you reached up to trace a single finger down his cheek all the way to his chest. "I’ll pay you and your skills all of my attention later tonight, Bull,” you quietly assured him as you winked.
Sy gazed at you longingly with his best puppy-dog eyes, “You're really gonna say that to me when I brought ya extra gifts, Sugar?”
"Extra gifts, huh? I mean, a woman can sometimes be swayed... but you give me too many gifts, Sy. And they're always so good. I simply cannot reciprocate your level of mastery..." You were interrupted when Sy had bounded back and forth across the kitchen enthusiastically to hand you his gifts. His smile stretched from ear to ear as you nodded in acceptance.
"This one first." He handed you the small cubed package, your interest piquing. "I know you've had your eye on it for a while, and I couldn't resist." Inside laid the petite cast iron mortar and pestle that you'd been wanting to add to your collection for quite some time. "All I know is that whatever it takes to keep you cooking the amazing food that ya do, I'll do it. You’re incredible, Darlin’, way better than Mama, but don’t tell her I said that.” His lopsided grin made butterflies erupt within you, tingling your every limb.
Your smile could have hung the moon. Sy knew your love for the craft of cooking. He was, after all, your guinea pig for all of your new recipes, and because of that, he never failed to buy you each gadget you oohed and ahhed over, even when you didn't ask. Reaching up to place a soft kiss on his scruffy cheek, you whispered your gratitude and then smooched his adorable lips.
"Mm, that's not all, Sug. I've got you one more that I think you'll love!" You grabbed the package from his hands and began to untie the ribbon. Sy's excitement went through the roof when it was a gift he was really proud of. He's almost too giddy, you thought.
"Sy, what are these gifts for? Am I missing something?"
"Nah, baby, they're just for you being yourself. Go on, open it already."
You opened the box and pulled out a black wool Stetson cowboy hat complete with delicate silver detailing.
“Sy… I .. uhh.. thank you? Wow, it's gorgeous! But honey... what exactly prompted this gift?” This was one of those random gifts that you weren’t sure where his brain was going; you were not a hat wearer.
Being a Texas man, Sy was no stranger to hats, and damn did his bearded face look delicious when he wore one out for a night of fun, but you had never expressed the desire to get one for yourself. Though, after inspecting the hat, you had to admit, it was a very fashionable piece and actually fit your style.
Your eyes squinted at him in curiosity, begging him to explain.
“I knew when I saw it that this hat was the perfect gift for ya, Sugar. I know how hot and bothered ya get when I wear one, so I thought it'd be nice for me to have you wear one for me for a change."
Sy slowly raked his eyes up and down your body, sensually biting his lip. You raised your eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. He carried on, wearing the sexiest smirk upon his stunning face, "After all, ya deserved a real nice one of your own as a reward after how well you rode me last night."
Goosebumps ran over every inch of your skin, sending a shiver down your back as your warm center clenched in delicious anticipation. Sy placed the hat upon your hair, shifting it for proper fit. "Thought we could break it in by having a repeat performance, starting with you riding my mouth, Sugar.” His eyes danced as they gazed at you. He knew he had you.
Bastard.
Your resolve had weakened; your arms wrapped around his neck as you moaned in his ear, "Get upstairs, Bull. It's time for a ride."
"Mmm, yes ma'am."
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🔥 - Smut. Smut. And oh yea, SMUT.
Lipstick Kisses Series 💄
Captain Syverson:
• Hoodie Love • 🌹🖤💋 You're having one of those days again where you want to hide from the world, but Sy knows just what you need to make you feel loved.
• Namaste • 🔥 Sy walks in on your daily yoga practice for the first time and is captivated by what he sees.
• Sugar and the Bull • 🌹💋 Sy is always giving you the best gifts, and today he brought you something extra special.
• I Need You to Hold Me • 🖤🌹 You are comforted during a panic/anxiety attack by your loving man.
• Magenta • 🌹🔥 She uses all of her tricks to convince Sy to let her take control for the night. (Part of the Lipstick Kisses Series 💄)
Napoleon Solo:
• Burgundy Kisses • 🔥 Napoleon loves it when you wear lipstick. He especially loves seeing the color kissed all over his body. (Part of the Lipstick Kisses Series 💄)
Walter Marshall:
• Cereal Dates • 🌹💋 You try convince Walter to love your favorite snack throughout your years together. The best dates are shared over cereal, after all.
*NEW* • Bring It On Home To Me • 🖤🔥 Walter comes home, and, without words, you know he needs you.
*NEW* • Insomnia Marshmallows • Your closest neighbor and somewhat acquaintance, Walter Marshall, comes to rescue you in the middle of a blizzard. Coincidentally, both of you have trouble sleeping and find way to pass the time.
Part 1 🌹💋 | Part 2 🔥🔥
Charles Brandon:
*NEW* • Garnet •🔥🌹 When he spies her from across the court, Charles knows he has to have her. He can’t wait for her garnet lips to be his. (Part of the Lipstick Kisses Series 💄)
Summary: Napoleon loves it when you wear lipstick. He especially loves seeing the color kissed all over his body.
Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Female OFC (no body type specifically described, not named.)
Word Count: 2.3k
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, swearing, oral sex (m receiving), light edging, control, lipstick kink, lots of teasing, bodily fluids, slight sub behavior if you squint.
Author's Note: This work is for 18+ only, no minors tolerated. You consume content at your own risk. This story has been seriously consuming my every thought the last several days… who knew I could write so many words about this topic.. as always, thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy!
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Burgundy Kisses
Always the adventurous type, especially when it involved the bedroom, Napoleon embraced his deepest desires with great fervency. A deliciously attentive lover, if not sometimes overwhelming, Napoleon made it his life’s mission to treasure every inch of his woman’s skin, carrying her to heights of pleasure she’d only ever experienced at his hands.
He knew that he was smooth and that he was a man of many talents. He used them to his advantage to make his lady swoon. She wasn’t a woman who was easily hypnotized, but she had a specific weakness for Leon. She gave in to his charms with little reluctance and had come to appreciate the doting and luxurious attention that Leon gave to her, even if it wasn’t her first nature to do so; he’d trained her well.
Leon loved dressing up his girl and lavishing her with the finest items that money could buy; it was no coincidence that he called her his doll. He couldn’t help himself; he was infatuated with pretty things.
And she was the prettiest he’d ever seen.
For some date nights, Leon would select her outfit for the upcoming evening. He had an eye for what she would look irresistible in, though she didn’t need the assistance. It was a little game that the two of them liked to play.
The rules for these dates were simple: she was to wear what he had selected and bring her willingness to be spoiled.
He would buy a new dress and pair it with delicate lacy lingerie, only gifting the best to his sweetheart. When she had a beautifully wrapped package waiting on her apartment doorstep, she knew that it was time to play again.
Napoleon’s favorite part, however, didn’t actually have to do with choosing her attire. His doll would come home to find not only his outfit selection but also that her lipstick and nail polish had already been chosen and set upon her vanity.
He took extraordinary pleasure in selecting the color that would adorn her hands and lips. There was an insurmountable amount of satisfaction in choosing the colors that would later be swirling and teasing his cock.
Shades of red, pink, purple, and the occasional nude elicited excitement and set the premise for how the night would unfold. The color he selected gave instruction for how he wished for her to act, and she would comply accordingly. Lighter shades cued to a more submissive expectation, but reds, purples, and deeper shades told her to take control. On these evenings, kisses on the lips weren’t allowed; the lipstick was meant for one place only.
That time with his sweetheart, watching her dance her mesmerizing tongue and fingertips around his straining manhood, placing neat pigmented kisses upon him, was his undoing. He loved the way she trailed her colored kisses over his thighs and hips, leaving her temporary marks on his skin. The way her fingers would grip and caress his thighs, especially the crease above them where they met his hips, would make him nearly combust without any contact with his cock.
Tonight’s lip and nail choice — burgundy. Truly a symbol of power and the color of lustful seduction, Leon embraced the delicious anticipation he felt about this color selection. It was sultry, elegant, and perfectly crafted just for his girl. Burgundy had not been used for these evenings yet, but the color was one of his personal favorites. Accompanied by nude floral embroidered lingerie and nude pumps, all of this was to be worn with the black silk fitted cocktail dress that he’d had made by a designer earlier in the week.
The date began promptly upon picking her up, and after a sweetly romantic evening of wine, dinner, soft touches, and Leon’s suave spoiling, they made their way back to his loft where she could spoil him instead.
Quiet music played from the brass phonograph in the corner. Smooth saxophone and piano melodies swirled throughout the room, filling the space with electrically seductive energy.
Standing in his bedroom, his doll knew exactly where to begin: she stood confidently before the floor-length gold-trimmed mirror, her burgundy fingers softly dancing across her form. Her eyes met his as she continued her sensual self-exploration, embodying the energy of his color choice and gazing at Napoleon in the mirror as he approached her body from behind. Watching his kitten lose herself in her arousal was an exquisite part of the thrill. He was bewitched by her very essence; she was a vixen, and whether she was adorned in the garb he’d selected or otherwise, she was perfection.
An alluring glance from under her thick lashes greeted his eyes as she felt his hands glide up the curve of her back, his fingers pinching her zipper and pulling it down slowly. He guided the thin straps of her dress down her arms, the silk gliding down her body and pooling on the floor at her feet. His smirk met hers in the mirror’s reflection. Running his lithe fingers up her arms and back down her sides, he savored every inch of her buttery skin, pausing to spend extra time around the edges of the embroidered bralette that held her delectable breasts. Leon kissed her shoulder and nibbled her neck as she melted her backside into him, pressing herself into his growing manhood and leaning her head back onto his broad shoulder. Her hands covered his and guided his touch down her body.
He loved to watch the pleasure be drawn from her body by his hand. He loved it, even more, when she asserted her wishes over the sensations that he gave her. Napoleon had no reservations about giving up his control and letting his doll take the reins.
An oversized leather armchair sat directly in front of the ornate mirror. Guiding him to stand in front of it, his sweetheart began to remove his clothing leisurely, one piece at a time. Her lips were pursed in concentration, and Leon inwardly groaned. The only downside to this game was not having her kissable lips on his. Her lips were always irresistibly sweet, he couldn’t get enough of them. Tossing his suit jacket, shirt, and tie across to the bed, she made her way down to his waist, kneeling atop the black satin pillow he’d purchased just for this act.
She smiled up at him wickedly as her hands trailed up the back of his trouser-clad legs, and he saw her visibly shudder with lust when she reached his ass: he knew that she loved how these pants fit him. Her eyes had been on his backside all evening as he’d caught her staring and biting her lip on several occasions. He wore them just to rile her up; she definitely had a thing for his ass. Reaching to unbuckle his Italian leather belt, she rid him of the rest of his well-fitted suit, taking careful care to avoid where he needed her touch most.
Once he was bare in front of her, she assuredly pushed him back into the armchair with authority. His cock was already rigid and leaking and she hadn’t even begun.
She raised herself to trace her fingers down his chest, drawing careful spirals in the hair around his nipples, pinching them lightly, eliciting a soft moan from the man she was pleasing.
Leon gave in to every sensation she was creating on his body. From her light touches, the scraping of her fingernails down his stomach, the tracing of the v at his hips, goosebumps were already erupting on his skin with her every touch.
She was a master at working him up to full desperation. He hardly ever begged, but she brought him close to it; he needed to feel her lips on his body. She slowly began placing those coveted kisses across his inner thighs and hips, only letting her cheek graze his throbbing erection as she moved.
He was going crazy, but this is exactly what he wanted: he was high off the exhilaration.
Finally, with her hands squeezing the tops of his muscular thighs and her eyes boring into his, she leaned in to place her first vermillion-shaded kiss on his cock.
“Oh, fuck,” Napoleon sighed with relief.
She began to tease him, using her strong tongue to worship him from tip to base and back again, placing kisses on every ridge, feeling the contours of his gorgeous cock underneath her lips. Her mouth then engulfed his length, surrounding him in a blissful bath of warmth.
Napoleon’s breathing became heavy as he took in the sight before him paired with the sensations that he felt. Watching her burgundy lips slide up and down… up and down... her mouth took in more of his length to meet her matching nails that were massaging his base.
“God damn, doll. Your mouth is pure sin.”
It may have been Leon’s game, but she was completely in charge. She hummed and moaned lowly around his veiny cock, sending warm vibrations all the way into his hips. He struggled to keep his head angled to look at her, wanting to instinctively rest his head back on the chair at her ministrations. She released him from her lips and reached to grab him, pivoting her head to distinctly lick the ridge on the underside of his cock, placing more lipstick marks upon him. Burgundy kisses now covered his manhood. These deep red smooches were evidence of every place she’d been, and the visual was enough to nearly send him over the edge into his bliss.
He tried his best to keep his hands gripped to the arms of the chair, preferring to let the sensations be completely guided by his precious muse, letting it always be a surprise as to where she kissed next. Sometimes she used this knowledge to her advantage, teasing him with just the warm pillows of her lips, barely grazing his length until he could no longer stand the teasing, and ended up twisting his fingers deep into her silky hair.
Napoleon used the chair in this room for several reasons: his favorite being the mirrors he had strategically placed around the perimeter that gave him the ability to not only watch her ministrations from the front but to also peek at her delectably shaped ass as she worked him to a tingling frenzy. God, she was a knockout.
Savoring her warmth, his hands found the back of her head to take control, but they were immediately replaced by her on the armchair. Winking at him while her mouth was full of his large cock, she suddenly released him from the warmth and Leon writhed as she blew cold air on his wet member. His doll grabbed his hands and urged him to stand, grazing her manicured nails up and down his legs.
She knew he was already close by labored breathing and the twitching of his cock. Now that he was upright, his sweetheart rose up on her knees and began kissing and tracing her tongue along his hip bones and right at the bottom of his scruffy belly, teasing him by letting him back off of the edge that he was quickly approaching. Her burgundy nails went to hold his balls, caressing and teasing them, causing Napoleon to throw his head back in delicious frustration. He reveled in the sensations she was giving to him.
“Ah, ah, ah, look at me, Leon,” she sang out softly to him as she met his eyes and leaned in to impress pigmented kisses on his balls, marking each one as hers before taking him again in her sinful mouth.
His kitten knew if she stood Leon up and angled his body just right, he could use the mirrors to see a third reflection where he could observe her burgundy painted fingers dance on the back of his thighs and his ass. She used her grip on his ass to push and pull him as she bobbed her head, enveloping his entire length down to his base as her lipstick was beginning to smear. Watching her, Leon knew she was losing herself in giving him pleasure, just like he lost himself when he was plunging into her sweet center. Napoleon moaned passionately, unable to contain his pleasure, which only spurred her further.
She pulled his thick cock all the way down her throat again, managing to place a single deep red kiss mark around his base. Leon was close to losing control, trembling beneath her touch. His doll could feel him thickening and she let her movements become erratic as he tangled his fingers in her hair once more, helping guide her to his building orgasm. As he began to cum, Napoleon’s eyes met hers and he watched her suck his release right out of him, those burgundy lips gripping him tightly while his cum drenched the back of her throat.
She guided his shaking body back into the chair and rose to go to the mirror and readjust her lipstick before continuing their activities. Leon, physically spent, followed her form hungrily with his eyes, soaking in the bliss that his amazing woman had drawn out of him. She crawled in his lap, finally pressing a kiss to his cheek, marking him as her own.
Leon wrapped his arms around his lover and picked her up as he made his way to the bed, ready to worship her beautiful body and reward her for her devotion to the game.
In his head, he was already planning his next color.
I do not own Napoleon Solo, The Man From Uncle, or anything relating to it.
His hand over your mouth is warm and faintly salty; he pulses inside you and strains with the effort of holding back. Shh, sweetheart. You’re gonna come for me and you’re gonna be nice and quiet about it. And he begins to move.
Summary: When he spies her from across the court, Charles knows he has to have her. He can’t wait for her garnet lips to be his.
Pairing: Charles Brandon x Female OFC (no body type specifically described, not named.)
Word Count: 5.3k
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, food play, sex (p in v), cursing, oral sex (f receiving, mentions of m receiving), bodily fluids, cursing.
Author’s Note: This work is for 18+ only, no minors tolerated. You consume content at your own risk.
This one… wow it got away from me, but it just kept flowing. Charles is 😍😍😍.
@cavillsthighs gave me the brilliant idea to continue this “Lipstick Kisses” theme for more of Henry Cavill’s characters… so I am doing just that! Shoutout to her for the support and for editing this for me! LOVE YOU, BESTIE.
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Garnet
The night their hands grazed one another during the King’s birthday celebration was the first time he succumbed to her magic. It was the first day of a week-long pomp and circumstance in honor of His Majesty, just the way the King preferred. The heavy smells of food and wine wafted throughout the room where the court was alive and thriving with guests engaging in lively conversations. In the middle of the hall, a dance was in full swing. That’s where Charles Brandon and his soon-to-be secret lover found themselves that evening: right in the midst of the excitement.
Her gown was ornate and shining golden in the soft torchlight; her lips were stained with the rich wine and berries she had indulged in earlier in the evening. The use of cosmetics was not a commonly accepted practice at court, so instead, for evenings like these, she tugged on her lips with her teeth and stained them with her wine to achieve her desired red-hue. Call it an alter-ego, call it her real personality, she couldn’t be sure, but she relished in the feeling of confidence that her garnet-toned lips inspired. One thing was certain — it made her stand out from the crowd.
Their hands met briefly, only for a moment, but the fleeting moment burned their skin white-hot as if they’d each mistakenly grasped a glowing ember. The heat surprised them both as their eyes met with exhilaration and curiosity, but before they could soak in one another’s appearance, the dance directed them to other partners. Charles couldn’t bear to look away from where she twirled, nor could she tear her eyes away from his dashing face. From the second their eyes locked, they knew they needed to devour the other.
After the dance transitioned to group chatter, Charles made his way across the hall to where she stood, but fate was not on their side this particular evening. He was quickly swept away to tend to an urgent matter with the King, as his presence was always immediately requested when something was amiss.
He glanced back at her as his presence was all but forced out of the room; like a moth to a flame, his eyes managed to find her in the chaos of his exit. Her devilishly red smile could have illuminated the entire castle.
He saw her again the following night. Charles was thankful, for the first time in his life, for the several layers of clothing that his outfit required. His erection strained against his pants, intense and throbbing as his breath quickened at what he witnessed: her succulent lips wrapping around the tender flesh of a small dark cherry, her teeth delicately piercing the skin. Blood surged to his groin as he watched her with lustful intrigue. The cherry juice stained her pillowy lips, tinting them a deep, rich red. He couldn’t take his eyes off her beautiful mouth.
The bustle of the party-goers was thunderous, but their energies drew together, creating a serene silence that only they were privy to experience. Her gaze locked onto him from across the room, her eyelashes fluttering slowly as she smirked at his noticing her stare. Once she had the handsome Duke’s attention, she rubbed the cherry across her lips, her dancing eyes never leaving his. A sly grin spread across her face as she wished to tease him further. Her tongue snaked out and traced where the juice had stained. His mouth hung open, dumbfounded, as she giggled quietly to herself.
Biting down on another cherry, her tongue caressed the curves of the fruit as her nimble fingers plucked away the stem.
He continued to watch her gently devour the fruit and take sensual sips of her wine while laughing with the ladies that surrounded her. Charles felt his arousal hardening further the longer he observed. Glancing in his direction every few moments, a warm flush colored her cheeks, but she didn’t let her gaze falter at his staring.
Her boldness made his heart race.
He needed to know that her kisses tasted as sweetly as he imagined.
He needed those garnet lips pleasing him, needed them covered in his essence.
The desire he held for her grew as he spied on her throughout the evening, and the more he observed her, the more he realized: this lady was not innocent. She was roping him in under her spell, and he didn’t even know her name.
Communicating without speaking, she quietly excused herself from the room as Charles did the same. They quietly snuck away to an abandoned hallway, far from the dinner festivities.
They found each other in the dimly lit space, their bodies were driven together fiercely as their lips met in a tango of their own. Hands roamed, moans escaped, and tongues collided as they conversed in the only way that made sense.
It was taboo for them to be alone together, though they found ways, regardless of societal rules. Strolls through the garden would soon find them hiding behind mazes of shrubbery, grasping and gripping each other hurriedly as their lips met in a pure frenzy of need.
Their cozy alcove at the edge of the forest also served them well; they used it for their secret picnics. These picnics were chocked full of the best wine, fruits, cheese, and bread they could find as they laughed and delighted in each other’s company. They were also full of stolen kisses and risque romps in the plush grass. Many times in this hiding spot, she had pleasured Charles to his release, loving the way his warm thick manhood felt between her swollen-from-kissing lips. She couldn’t get enough of teasing him with her tongue and savoring his taste with every gift of his salty nectar that he provided.
On an evening where the King was distracted by the most recent conquest in his revolving door of lovers, Charles was off duty from orchestrating the next chess moves for the English Army. This evening was similar to previous ones, he admired his secret lover from afar as she drank her wine and eyed him from across the room. Their affair had developed and had been happening for several weeks after that initial night. Once again, she held one single cherry and darkened her lip with it as the sweet flesh met hers.
Dancing ensued again, though this time she got to keep Charles as her partner. As they danced, her slender fingers entwined a parchment note between his thick ones. When the dance came to a close, they parted ways and she quietly slipped out of the boisterous room.
Finding a corner to fill his cup and read privately, he glanced at what she had written —
Your chambers, meet me there. Half past the hour.
Don’t be seen.
It was signed, not with her name, but with a garnet kiss print, plush and juicy red.
The thrill Charles felt in his chest as he snuck out of the party he knew was nothing compared to what the evening would ultimately entail. He was surprised at his restraint over these last days — he was not the patient type.
He’d never wanted anything so badly in his existence as the way he wanted her. Wanted to bury his head between her silken thighs. Wanted to hear her screaming out his name as her pleasure stole all of the energy out of her body. Wanted to nestle himself in her sweet pussy and feel her squeeze his cock the way she had squeezed his fingers when he was plunging into her only hours before.
Entering his bedchambers, numerous candles illuminated the room in a soft glow. The gold, black, and silver threads in the duvet and the tapestry shimmered brilliantly under the soft candlelight. She laid out on the mahogany four-poster bed and had propped herself up sensually on the lush pillows. Her body was bare, save for the wine-dyed corset pushing her opulent breasts together, creating delectable cleavage that had no choice but to spill over the top of her lingerie. She laid with her legs curled to one side, the side of her thigh modestly covering her naked lower half.
A relentless hunger engulfed his senses. Incense burned and filled his chambers with a transformative fragrance as Charles began to stalk his prey.
She watched him from the elevated bed, her eyes following his movements carefully. Warmth flooded her body as he drew nearer; she clamped her thighs tighter together to find friction to soothe the arousal growing within her.
As Charles made his way to the bed, he was once again mesmerized by her luscious lips and the color that was swiped across the delectable flesh. He was sure that she’d delighted in more cherries and wine before meeting, but as he crept closer, the pigment looked more intense than he’d previously seen. Charles smirked at the boldness of this beautiful woman. Quirking his head to the side, he questioned her silently but struggled to maintain composure as her bosom caught his attention.
God, how he wanted to slide his tongue and his cock in the valley of her succulent breasts.
Her teeth grazed her lower lip, suckling on it lightly as she looked up at him through her darkened lashes.
“I thought I could enhance our evening, my love. I think you’ll quite enjoy the look of my kisses against your skin.” She leaned forward to pick up his hand from where he stood at the edge of his bed, flipped it to view the underside of his wrist, and placed on it a gentle red kiss.
“Ahh, so you’ve indulged in a little more than simply fruit and wine, then,” the Duke chuckled.
“I will neither confirm, nor deny…” she giggled. “...Though it is made from cherry juice.” Her eyes darkened as she caressed his hand. “All the better to mark your skin with… do you find it to your liking, Your Grace?”
“Mmm…you’re lovely.” His thumb brushed against her bottom lip and she kissed him there, too, capturing his thumb with her mouth and gently licking his fingertip. Charles hummed as she placed a single hot kiss on his open palm, causing him to shudder beneath her warm touch. “I’m going to need to see these fuckable lips on every part of my body.”
Seeing the garnet kiss stain on his skin drove her wild, and any shyness she previously had left her body entirely. “I think I can oblige those wishes... Although, I wouldn’t want the court thinking I’ve bewitched you with a little lip varnish. You won’t turn me in for witchcraft, will you?”
Her hands roamed his clothed chest as she rose to her knees, starting to undress him. “You’re under my spell, but there isn’t any magic involved, sir.” She smiled cheekily as she removed the last of his ornate clothing.
His hand reached to brush the delicate skin of her cheek. His fingers were warm and soothing against her soft skin. She struggled to keep her composure; every touch he placed on her skin made her become more of him than herself. “We are keeping many secrets together, my sweet. What is one more? I could be the keeper of your secrets forever, you know.”
She giggled at his words but didn’t reply, not sure whether to take them seriously.
Never having seen the Duke in his full glory before, she marveled at his strong physique. Her fingers had a mind of their own as they glided across his skin, the dark curls on his chest entrancing her as she memorized his body.
His patience was impeccable; letting her do whatever she pleased. Charles’ paramour stood from the bed and circled his form, wishing to see every part of him.
“I need you to trust me, Your Grace, as I mark you here..” she placed a kiss on his shoulder blade, “and here..” in the middle of his back, traveling downward and tracing his taut muscles underneath her delicate fingerprints, she found herself face to face with the backs of his broad, muscular thighs. “I love knowing that in this room, you’re all mine...” her lips pressed to kiss his firm thighs and glutes, leaving cherry-hued prints in her wake.
“I’m all yours for as long as you wish to play, my dear.”
Her hands traveled up and down his flesh, teasing him as he reached to pour the decanter of red wine into their two chalices. Dark red lipstick kisses decorated Charles’ back as she explored and worshipped his sculpted form. She stood and wrapped her arms around his middle as she added more tender kisses to his back. Seeing her marks on him sent her arousal into overdrive. She brushed her sensitive breasts over the bulging muscles of his back, cherishing the feel of his hot skin on hers.
Grabbing her delicate hands, Charles invited her to sit at the oversized vanity that occupied a corner of the suite. A large mirror stared back at them as he handed the wine to her; she sipped sensually, watching his every move through the reflective pane.
“My Lady, if I may, I have something for you.” He opened a drawer in the large table, pulling out a long box tied with a red ribbon. Opening it to show her the contents, inside she saw a beautiful gold-plated necklace with a large jeweled brooch and many smaller adornments. The gilded gold surrounded striking red garnets and shimmering pearls.
A gasp left her lips at its elegance, and Charles’ mouth curled into a provocative grin at her response, as if he were a cat who’d caught a mouse. “I went to a jeweler the other day, and these rich garnets caught my attention. I couldn’t help but think of you. I had Sir Thomas craft this to accent your already exquisite beauty.”
“Your Grace... Charles… it’s beautiful... but why does it remind you of me?” Charles leaned down, clasping the necklace behind her neck. His fingers barely brushed her skin, erupting goosebumps on her body, and laid it upon her smooth décolletage.
Wickedness glinted on his sculpted face as he captured her neck with his rough kisses and breathed out, “The garnets reminded me of your plush, berry-soaked lips that I love to devour.” Her eyes caught his gaze in the mirror. Charles clasped his hands with hers, watching his Lady’s cheeks flush with warmth at his words.
She brought their combined hands to her lips, kissing the back of Charles’ hand, once again marking him with the lipstick autograph that matched her new gift. He was entranced by her beauty, watching her intently and soaking in this moment as she succumbed to her happiness. “Hmm… tell me more, sir.”
Kissing along his darling’s neck, he continued, “And the pearls.. may I just say that I was divinely inspired.” His chuckle pulsed around her; she could feel it all the way down to her core. Arousal dampened the skin between her legs with every sound emitting from his throat.
Her head cocked to the side and her eyebrows lifted in mischief, awaiting the continuance of his response. The Duke leaned close to her, kept eye contact in the mirror, and growled lowly in her ear, “The pearls were inspired by the way my cum dribbles from those deep red lips after I mark you as my own, my sweeting.” The breath that she didn’t know she was holding expelled from her mouth as she felt her need grow between her thighs.
Charles laughed darkly as she took a large gulp of wine to increase her bravery, asking him, “How could you possibly know that garnets are my favorite? How do I look, Your Grace?”
“Hmm… positively corrupt.” The Duke grinned and his fangs caught the light, making her blush profusely. The necklace fell just above her breasts, accentuating their curves and making his mouth water. Greed took hold of him as he stared at her; it was as if he hadn’t eaten in days and she was to become his last meal.
He led her back to the bed, guiding her to sit at the edge on her knees, facing away from him. Charles unlaced the ribbons of her sinful corset, releasing the remainder of her velvety flesh. He couldn’t help that his hands instinctively went to the curve of her lower back, running his fingers over her hips and tracing up her spine. Her skin felt like pure silk underneath his rough fingers. Grabbing the bowl of fresh cherries from the bed tray, he urged her, “Go and lie on the pillows, my love.”
He watched her supple buttocks sway as she climbed to the middle of the bed, lying on her back propped up as she had been earlier. Charles settled himself between her knees. Taking his turn to pierce a cherry with his teeth, he bit into a small fruit, tossed the pit aside, and immediately went to work, tracing the juicy berry down her collarbone and over her erect nipples, licking the juice he left behind.
The cherry was the light unto his path, down her breasts to her navel and then her thighs and heated center, using his tongue and lips the entire way. He found himself face to face with her delectable slit.
He’d been waiting to taste her all day.
Opening her thighs wide, he leaned in to suckle her glistening folds, teasing her lightly with the tip of his tongue.
Meanwhile, a violent thunderstorm raged outside. The thundering booms and splatters of rain on the window panes created a perfect blank canvas for the moans coming from his suite. Her body writhed on the satin beneath her as he toyed with her sensitive flesh.
“Tell me how incredible I make you feel, sweeting... Scream for me. Succumb to me. Tell me how glorious my tongue feels on your clit.”
Charles squeezed more cherry juice on her pussy, lapping it up greedily like a starved man. One of his many talents was knowing exactly how to make a woman squirm beneath his touch. Her moans reverberated off of the walls of his chambers. All five of his senses were drunk on her.
As his tongue stroked sensual circles around her clit, Charles pressed two fingers into her wetness, plunging and curling them with vigor. He hummed, his low gravelly timbre vibrating her nub. Her legs quivered and shook and she tried to back away as the stimulation built in her core, but he reached a free hand wrap around her hips, pulling her closer to him. Squeezing her ass, he pleasured her intently, giving his all to hear her moan and gasp. Charles refused to part with her sweet juices, having found the fountain of life between her thighs.
Watching her naked body come undone and listening to her moans, the Duke himself began to pant, gaining intense pleasure from pleasing his woman.
“You’re mine, you hear me? Only mine. Yes, that’s it, darling. Let go, let go.” Charles’ fucked her harder with his fingers, curling them to hit that little spot he knew would drive her over.
She bucked her hips as she came with force and moaned out his name reflexively. Her fingers entangled in Charles’ hair, pushing his head even closer to her center. He refused to stop, continuing to lightly flick her clit, sending aftershocks throughout her lower body. His hand and tongue teased and caressed her until she began to relax, coming down from her high.
He felt his lover draw sweet circles on his head with her fingers, petting him appreciatively as he placed tender smooches to her swollen mound, each one making her shudder in her orgasmic glow. She loved the way he made her come.
As Charles crawled up her body, she pulled his face to hers and pressed her garnet lips to his, sharing in the taste of herself on his mouth. She placed kisses on his stubbled neck, licking around his Adam's apple. The Duke moaned in her ear and she flooded with arousal once again. His weight was deliciously heavy on top of her, pressing her into the plush bed as he worshipped her skin.
“I’m in love with you,” Charles rasped hotly against her neck. He kissed her all over, but she was distracted by the bells that began tolling loudly in her head, bringing her thoughts elsewhere…
She didn’t want to admit that she had indeed fallen for the Duke. She didn’t want to admit that she felt anything other than lust. Love hardly amounted to a lifetime of happiness. She knew that if she admitted that she indeed loved him too, there was no guarantee she would get to keep him for herself.
Charles’ lips nipping at her skin brought her back from her wandering thoughts and she finally murmured, “I think you’re only in love with the way I feel around you, Charles. You’re drunk not only on wine but on the juices that you drink from the apex of my thighs.”
His toned arms held his strong body above her as his head lifted, pausing his ministrations. Concern flitted across his brows and he asked, “Are you telling me that no feelings have found you? None of adoration, only of fleshly desire? Because I have found myself zealously in love with you.”
Pangs of longing struck her soul, but she forcefully pushed those aside and chose to question him instead with rational thoughts, her eyes not able to meet his intense stare. “How can you possibly know that? Carnal pleasures don’t necessarily equate to love, Your Grace.”
Her hands traced his virile chest, gently petting the hair that covered his toned muscles there. She needed to know if he was truthful with his words. “Are we not simply partaking in our fleshly desires?”She asked him, struggling to maintain her confidence. “For all I know, tomorrow the King will ask you to betroth a woman… and what are you to say? ‘I cannot, I love another?’ This court doesn’t care a thing about love.”
“That,” He kissed her passionately, “does not answer my question.” His hard cock pressed against her abdomen, hot and heavy. “I want you. Why won’t you believe me?” He asked this as he slid the head of his flesh between her velvet walls, extracting a moan from her delicate throat.
Trying her best to stay focused on the topic at hand, she managed to breathe out, “Because I’ve seen you charm many other ladies to your bed before, where, for all I know, you could have ‘found yourself in love’ with them, too. I am not a fool, my dear.”
“No, you aren’t. But I have been. Can you accept that?”
She made herself meet his gaze as he hovered above her, her face becoming serious as she searched for a trace of lies in his expression.
She couldn’t find any.
Without answering, one of her hands reached behind to grab his head, bringing his lips to meet her messy red ones as her other hand reached between them to massage his heavy manhood. She rubbed the tip along her opening, prolonging her teasing. Lining him up with her center, she pushed him inside of her. His cock stretched her walls ever so deliciously, an intense rush of pleasure surging throughout her body despite the small pain that his size induced.
Charles thrust into her slow and steady while she adjusted to his size. His mouth claimed her lips once more, sucking and biting them as her hands roamed his back, lightly scratching at his skin. She squeezed her muscles around him, causing Charles to let out a feral growl.
“Sinful, you are, my dear Lady. I must have died and gone to heaven. Your sweet cunt makes me feel like I’ve arrived home,” he gasped, his breaths heavy and labored.
Charles was in awe at his lover’s beauty, how unleashed she was underneath him. Her hands found Charles’ ass and she kneaded the meaty flesh beneath her fingers as he squeezed her inner thighs, pressing her legs open wider.
He ground his hips into hers as he sank further into her, his cock bottoming out, his hip bone pressing deliciously into her nub. Shockwaves ran through her clit, her back instinctively arching up to let her meet his searching lips. He took her nipples into his mouth, lightly pinching them with his teeth as she moaned loudly in his ear.
He fucked into her with a steady pace one moment, then a tortuously slow pace the next. She felt every inch of him caressing her walls, the thick ridges of his head teasing her entrance every time he slowly withdrew from her. “That’s my girl… completely taken over by the feeling of my hard cock fucking her… shall I go faster?”
“Yes! Your Grace... please.” Her moans were lusty and unleashed, a true match to Charles’ vigor.
His grin was pure evil as he slipped out of her, despite her mewling objections. Flipping her over, he pulled her to all fours as he guided his cock back to her dripping slit. Teasing her, he rubbed the head of his cock over her sensitive clit. Her knees began to buckle, but before she collapsed, Charles grabbed around her middle and pulled her back into his chest.
He entered her again, hitting her front wall which made her shudder within his grasp. Charles marveled at how perfectly the shape of her ass fit to the bend of his hips, like they were the last two puzzle pieces completing the entire work.
She chanted her pleasure, over and over again, lost in the sensation of him. He was lost in the sensation of her. With her back pressed to his sweaty front, Charles wrapped one hand around the front of her waist as the other played with her flushed breasts, pinching and tweaking her peaks.
The Duke fucked her without abandon, flesh slapping flesh aggressively as they groaned loudly, relishing in their pleasure. He once again thanked the skies for the background noise to drown them out from prying ears, though he did not care. It was as if they had made love to one another over and over for many years — almost like they had found each other again and again in multiple lifetimes.
“Wow… you feel so good… Oh yes! Charles, I… Oh, fuck…” She came with an eruption that would put Mt. Vesuvius to shame, soaking his cock and thighs with her cum.
“You’re so pretty when you let go, sweeting. God, look at you..” Feeling her body convulse underneath his touch, Charles pumped his release into her. He buried his cock deep within her slick, holding her firmly to his hips while his hand reached around her throat, pulling her head back to his shoulder. His cum spurted into her, coating her insides, giving her a warm sense of success while Charles continued to nibble on her neck.
They looked across to the mirror, admiring the lover’s embrace looking back at them. They were both completely sated but were still aroused by the image of their bodies entwined together.
Hands roamed across skin, arms embraced the other as they watched their forms. Charles’ hand was suddenly on her clit, gently twirling his fingertips around it, overstimulating her by flicking it ever so gently until her whimpers convinced him to stop. Charles pulled himself from her warmth and his fingers slid into her folds, swiping up some of their union as he brought his hand to her mouth.
“For you,” he growled. She licked the warm cum off of his fingers, letting some of it dribble down her succulent cherry-stained lips. “Fuck,” the Duke exhaled heavily. “God, woman, the things you do to me… you are simply incredible.”
A smile spread across her garnet lips, her necklace glinting and gleaming in the glow of the candlelight. “Hmm... It is my absolute honor to please you, Your Grace.”
They laid down on the plush feathered bed in the afterglow of their carnal glory, the sweat starting to cool on their skin. She wrapped her legs around his and drew lazy circles across the planes of his body with her fingertips. Soft kisses were shared and placed everywhere they both could reach.
“Have my red-stained lips bewitched you enough to make you want to ask for my hand, Your Grace? You have already proclaimed your love, and you have already taken my virtue.” Her witty banter was not lost on the Duke; he, too, could play her game.
“Your virtue was long gone before I came along, my dear. No one’s mouth waters that much when seeing a cock for the first time.” Charles smirked at her. She rolled her eyes dramatically but laughed at him anyways. “And besides, I would be marrying you for far more reasons than just your lipstick, my sweeting. I am under your spell, but it is completely organic.”
“Why go and ruin a good thing? Do you not enjoy sneaking around with me, My Lord? Are you really willing to let go of the thrill of our secret?” She prodded him, needing to know that he meant what he’d proclaimed.
“Ruin?” Charles asked incredulously, “Getting to spend every day beside you with no limitations? Showing the world that you chose me? Spending my life with you would be the furthest thing from ruin, My Lady.”
She heard his words, but her doubtful thoughts had snakes their way back in to her head. She fell silent in his arms once more. They laid like that for a while, listening to the heavy raindrops patter randomly against the windows.
“You have yet to answer my question,” Charles finally reminded her in a low tone, savoring the softness of her body against him as his rugged hands explored her skin.
She shimmied closer into him, hiding her face as she whispered, “Don’t. Don’t make me. Please don’t make me tell you that I love you, too. As soon as I admit my love for you… I won’t be able to ignore it.”
“Look at me, my sweet.” Begrudgingly, she raised her head to meet his gaze. Charles caressed her chin, rubbing his thumb gently across it as his other hand brushed the loose tendrils of hair from her glistening face. “Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
“Your Grace, we don’t know that the King will give us his blessing...” Charles cut her off, catching her lips once more with his, sending all of his emotions into the kiss, desperate to help her understand just how ardently he wanted her. He wrapped his arms around her back, holding her close, their foreheads pressed against one another.
Again he persisted, “I will deal with the King. Will you do me the honor of letting me become your husband?” He searched her eyes for a crack in her walls, begging the universe for her to let him in. “Come on,” he joked, “don’t you want me to make you scream with pleasure for the rest of our lives?”
She barely managed to bite back a smile, massaging her bottom lip with her teeth, debating on how to answer.
“Will it help if I show you something?” he asked.
Her head cocked in curiosity; she nodded, watching his muscles ripple under his skin as he turned to the table by the bed, grabbing another wrapped parcel, this time much smaller. Charles turned back and opened it for her, explaining as he went.
“I had this made with your necklace… I hoped then, and still do, that you’ll say yes to me.” Inside the parcel lay a beautiful golden gimmel ring. The two interlocking rings shone brightly, one golden band set ornately around a large red garnet, surrounded by pearls, and the other decorated with smaller garnets; a perfect match.
Upon seeing the rings, the thoughts swirling in her mind slowed and were replaced by a sense of calm. Her heart pounded, but inside, she knew— she felt in her soul that they could face anything that came before them in this life. He truly wanted her, just as she wanted him.
“You’re insatiable, you know that?” She asked him, shaking her head but accepting the larger of the two rings as Charles tenderly placed it on her finger, following by placing the other on his own. He stared her down, impatiently waiting for her answer. “Yes!” she laughed nervously.
“At last!” Charles exclaimed, his beaming smile lighting up the room. He pushed her back on the bed, attacking her lips and body with hurried kisses, unable to contain his excitement. “I hope you’ve stocked up on wine and cherries to make more of that lip varnish, my dear. There are many other places I want to see your red kisses, starting with my cock.”
* I do not own Charles Brandon, The Tudors, or anything related to it.
Summary: She uses all of her tricks to convince Sy to let her take control for the night.
Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female OFC (no body type specifically described, not named.)
Word Count: 3.1k
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, thigh riding, swearing, control, lipstick kink, lots of teasing, bodily fluids, sex (p in v), slight dom/sub behavior if you squint, light praise kink, bodily fluids.
Author’s Note: This work is for 18+ only, no minors tolerated. You consume content at your own risk.
@cavillsthighs gave me the brilliant idea to continue this “Lipstick Kisses” theme for more of Henry Cavill’s characters… so I am doing just that! Shoutout to her for the support and for editing this for me! LOVE YOU, BESTIE.
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Magenta
Finally, tonight was the night. Tonight her man was coming home after another long three months away. Sy had been helping train new military personnel four states over, and she missed him terribly. Luckily he didn’t get sent overseas anymore, so the deployments weren’t nearly as long, but even after only a few months of not having had his touch, she was feeling touch-starved.
The evening had been perfectly planned with Sy’s favorites: she had cooked his favorite meal and had set out all of the fixin’s to make his favorite cocktail. She’d even baked a chocolate cake, the same one that she only made for his birthday and special occasions. Food was truly one of the major ways to Sy’s heart. Another was sweaty, passionate reunion sex.
Over the last three months, she had plotted on how best to make Sy’s first night back home a mind-blowing euphoric experience for them both, and she had decided that meant that she needed to take the reins from him. She was in the mood to worship every inch of his beautiful, beefy body and show him how much she loved every part of him.
She knew she had a difficult task in front of her. Sy hardly ever let her take control; he believed it was the true gentleman in him to always treat her. The conversation about this was always the same:
“My darlin’, a real man pleases his woman in every way he knows how. You’re gonna let me love on you, you don’t have a choice.”
“Sy, I’m not arguing, I love when you do all of those things to me. All I’m saying is it’s time to let me return the favor, to let me make you feel as good as you always make me feel. Let me love on you for a change.”
“Alright, Sugar. Show me whatcha got.”
But her control never lasted long. Every time she tried to take the ropes, to please him the way he pleased her, he couldn’t handle himself, always flipping his girl over to have his way with her after only a few minutes of her teasing. He found it incredibly hot that she wanted to exercise her power over him, but his arousal would overtake his mind. Sy had to devour her.
He was a very attentive lover, always drawing orgasm after orgasm from her sweet center until she was spent and couldn’t do anything more than roll into his meaty arms and sleep.
“Worst case scenario,” she thought, “I can deny him the chocolate cake to get my way.”
Confidence oozed from her as she planned for his arrival. Memories of his touch on her soft skin had played like a movie in her mind all day, keeping her arousal in a heightened state. She was already a horny mess by the time she started to change into her outfit for the night ahead.
Feeling particularly naughty, she slipped on her skimpiest underwear, a black frilly high-waisted thong that accentuated her ass cheeks beautifully; it was Sy’s favorite cut on her beautiful body. Foregoing a bra, she slipped on a soft gold crushed velvet dress that gently hugged her curves, particularly her tits. She giggled to herself with glee as she looked at the time on her phone: Sy would be home within the half-hour.
Settling at her vanity, she began to primp herself, even though their evening was to be completely in the house. Letting her hair fall in soft waves around her face, she applied her usual minimal makeup. Sy was a fan of anything she wore, but he always insisted she didn’t need any help to be beautiful, so she took advantage of it. Tonight, she was feeling bold and knew she’d need her best weapon to give her an extra edge, so upon finishing her other makeup, she dug in her bag for her magenta lipstick.
It was the same lipstick color that she was wearing when she first met Sy. A smile spread across her face as she remembered the first time she had ever worn it.
Eyeing him from across the smoky neon room, a shiver ran up her spine and her arousal flared. Between the gin and tonics and the sexy man sitting at the bar, she was flustered, to say the least. She was never one to try to take someone home from a place like this, but there was something about him that made her wonder why she didn’t. Tonight she was out drinking with her girlfriends, and after watching her ogle him for over an hour, they finally convinced her to step outside her comfort zone and go buy him a drink.
Truth was, he’d had his eye on her all evening, too. Her magenta lips had caught his eye under the neon lights, and he couldn’t look away. He’d already told the bartender to put her tab on his card. She was captivating. He was enjoying watching her in her element with her friends: not a care in the world, other than her shy glances at him, which he definitely noticed.
Sy had nearly finished his second drink when she boldly sauntered up to him and stated, “I want to buy you a drink. I can’t stop looking at you and how handsome you are, and I really hope that luck is on my side and that you’re single because I think you’re cute.”
Warmth spread through his body as a grin slithered across his face, hers doing the same. Daring thing, she was. At some point in the evening, after a few dances, she’d pecked him on his jugular, leaving a lipstick print on his neck. Little did she know, he was hers from the moment she smiled her magenta smile at him.
She had taken him home that night, and every night since then.
Not much of a lipstick wearer, it was rare that she adorned her lips with any pigment, but when she did, especially the magenta one, Sy was absolute putty in her hands. He didn’t care if it got all over his beard or his body, he loved the bright hue against her skin and the confidence that she found when she wore it.
Even after several years of being together, anytime they went out to a bar, Sy’s neck would be graced with that same lipstick kiss to keep the other women from flocking to him. She couldn’t blame them; he was the yummiest man around. There was something so arousing about marking his cheek or his neck with a kiss, branding him as her own.
The key turning in the front door sent tingles down her spine and she hurried across the house to meet her man. She and Sy had this song and dance of a greeting down to a routine: he left his bags outside and prepped for her to jump into his arms.
Sy stood in the doorway with his arms open and a shit-eating grin as his girl sauntered towards him. Jumping up and wrapping her legs around his hips, Sy’s face nestled its way into her silky tresses, soaking in the scent he had missed for the last ninety days. Her hands traced the back of his shaven head, relishing in the feel of his skin underneath her fingertips.
Sy’s lips met hers sweetly, gently tugging on her lips with his teeth, nipping and biting with need, and not caring about her lipstick getting all over his face. Moaning lightly in his mouth, his hands squeezed and kneaded her ass over the velvet dress.
“Mmm… damn woman... God… I missed ya,” he growled between kisses.
She giggled at the state of his mouth, magenta smeared all over as he grinned down at her. Releasing his head and unraveling from his body, she hugged him tight before grabbing his hands and leading him into the kitchen.
“Come on, let’s eat. Tonight is all about you, baby.”
The table was set with his favorite dinner, ready to be devoured. He ate well when he went away for these state-side training sessions, but he always missed his Sugar’s cooking.
Sy grabbed the ingredients to mix up the Moscow mules and noticed the triple-layered chocolate cake on the pedestal plate sitting across the kitchen. “What’s this? You know that’s my favorite… god, you are incredible, Woman.”
“Mmm, yes, I am. Don’t forget it. I made your favorites, but there’s a catch.”
“And what might that be, little lady?” Sy was stirring the cocktails and adding the garnish while she greedily watched his fingers and forearms, desperately wanting to skip dinner and go straight to bed. His eyes locked on hers, noticing her husky tone and the want in her eyes.
“You’re going to let me take control tonight and have my merry way with you…” She stated firmly, not breaking eye contact with him.
Sy grinned, “Sure thing, Sugar. You can do whatever ya want, but we’ll see how long that lasts.”
“I’m not kidding, Sy. You are going to let me have my way... or no chocolate cake.”
Sy’s face was stuck in a state of shock, stunned at her directness.
“I guess you better be good for me, then.”
“Come. Sit.”
She sat him on the bench that laid in front of their oversized king bed, standing in front of his spread legs, just out of his reach.
She made sure to give him a show, twirling around in her dress in front of his eyes as her hands traced up and down her arms and over her collarbone seductively. Sy’s mouth began to water as he watched her ass sway underneath the supple fabric, his hands twitching and wishing they were gliding up the smooth skin of her thighs.
Lifting her legs over him, she sat snug in his lap, straddling his waist with her back to him. Pulling her hair over one shoulder, she peered back at him and made a show of biting her pinky-purple bottom lip. The grin on Sy’s face was picture-worthy as he adored her form with his eyes only, careful not to move his hands until he was instructed.
Reaching back, she grabbed his large hands and brought them to her breasts while she leaned back into him, grinding in gentle circles on his lap. She guided his hands over her velvet-clad body, ready for the barriers between them to be gone, but knowing that once she removed their clothing, she would most likely have to relinquish her control.
Feeling his hands falter and trying to move from under her own, she quietly but sternly whispered, “Don’t,” so that he didn’t touch her freely and take away her power.
Standing up and turning to meet his hungry gaze, her eyes bore into his as she lifted the velvet up to her center, flashing him a quick glimpse of that frilly thong he loved so much. “I’m in the mood to play, baby. Aren’t you going to let me love on you?” she purred.
His breathing became heavier when she leaned her face down to his ear, her chest dangerously close to grazing his skin and her hand gripping the tops of his thighs as she whispered, “Are you going to be good for me, Captain?”
Sy gulped.
“Is that a yes?” Her head tilted as she bit her lip and smirked at him.
He nodded and smiled a cheeky grin, not able to tear his eyes away from her body as she rid herself of her gold garment.
“Because if not, you can just watch me while I have a good time.”
Sy’s eyes flashed with a hint of disbelief at her threat but were instantly hypnotized by her smooth body. Her breasts danced in front of him, tantalizing and calling his name.
“God, Sugar. You’re so beautiful.”
Tingles ran over her skin at his words. It never failed that he created a magical veil that fell over her body, even just with the vibrations from his vocal cords.
Pulling him to his feet, she stripped him of his clothes, tracing delicate fingers along his meaty chest and sturdy arms. Taking her sweet time teasing his skin, she leaned in, not breaking eye contact, to press pigmented kisses to his collarbone and chest, covering him in magenta love marks. Her hand lightly grazed his cock, which had been begging for attention from the moment he walked through the front door and saw her gold-adorned body.
Sy couldn’t handle his frustration. The electricity running through his veins was taking over as his hands shot to her soft supple breasts, caressing the skin he had missed so much. In an instant, she caught his arms, pushed him to sit on the bench. Like cracking a whip, she jumped back quickly, getting away from his grasp.
She watched him cautiously, letting him sit in his moment of weakness. Her fingers stroked across her tits, gently scratching her skin with gentle swirls. Sy’s face once again held a look of shock at her actions.
“Can you blame me? Do you see yourself right now? You’re hot as fuck, darlin’,” he pleaded with her. This is how it always went.
Not this time.
A delicious thought crossed her mind as her eyes traveled over his lap, his cock twitching and his meaty thighs staring back at her. Smirking at Sy, she dropped her thong to the floor and eagerly crawled into his lap once more, this time straddling one of his thick veiny thighs.
“Fuck.” They breathed out together as his skin came in contact with the heat from her core.
“This part is all for me since you don’t wanna play nice. You’re allowed to touch me, but I get to have my fun first.”
Placing more saucy magenta kisses on his neck and shoulders, she began to grind her hips along the bulging muscles of his thigh, trying to find her release. “Guide me, baby. Make me cum all over you.”
Sy wasted no time; he grabbed her hips and dug his fingers into her flesh as he raised his foot to his tiptoes, pressing her closer to him as he moved his leg and focused on rubbing her clit along his thigh.
“Sy, fuck… Don’t stop that.” She was panting in his grasp, fiercely approaching her orgasmic bliss. Her body writhing, she arched her back, her breasts pushing towards his face.
His fur-covered muscles flexed underneath her center, putting delicious pressure on her clit.
Her orgasm violently trembled through her entire body as she shook within his strong grasp. She attacked his neck with warm pink kisses, marking him up and down as her clit tingled from her release. Wasting no time, she found her footing and stood to grab Sy's throbbing cock and slid down on his length quickly. The warm wetness from her orgasm enveloped him, erupting a loud feral moan from Sy’s gorgeous lipstick-claimed throat.
“It’s your turn to feel good, Sy. Now, will you finally let me worship you the way you deserve?”
Looking into his eyes, their smiles mimicked each other’s as he nodded with a quiet, “Yes, baby.”
She reached forward and braced her hands on his shoulders, sliding her pussy up his length slowly, only holding the tip firmly between her lips. Tightening her muscles, she sank back down quickly which made his eyes roll back in his head.
Their chests rubbed together as she rode him. The hair on his pecs tickled as it rubbed against her nipples, sending electricity straight down to her core. Red patches appeared where their skin met, his hair exfoliating her front.
“Sy, I need your hands on me,” She panted. As she requested, his hands were suddenly everywhere, grabbing the flesh of her cheeks and spreading her wide as she rode him. “Mmmm.. that’s right, touch me while I fuck your big cock. Do you know how many nights I fucked myself with my toys, wishing it was you pounding me, making me cum around you?”
Her mouth found his Adam's apple, leaving bright pink kisses in her path as she kissed everywhere she could reach.
Sy’s thunderous moans filled their bedroom, surely shaking the walls around them. “That’s it, ride me, darlin’. I missed this pretty pussy of yours gripping me... mmm, that’s my sweet pussy, isn’t it? Ya might be taking the reins right now, Sugar, but we both know you and your pussy belong to me.”
Riding him violently, her juices mixed with his precum started to make the most sinful of noises and began to leak out around them as she rode him like her life depended on it. Sy’s hands traveled up her smooth body and pinched both of her hard nipples while she was distracted by the hair on his belly that was scratching her skin.
“Fuck, Sy… God, I love fucking you.” Their sweaty bodies were slipping and sliding against one another, gripping became harder as they both began to lose control, his girl riding her bull more wildly than she ever had before, fucking him hard.
Sy couldn’t hold it in any longer, his release hitting him hard as she convulsed and squeezed him as her walls tightened with her own bliss. She rode his length through their orgasms, slowing down and savoring each delicious inch of him as he filled her full of his hot cum.
“You’re right, Sugar, I should let you take control more often. Where’d that come from, huh?” He laughed hard and held her close, wanting to remember this feeling of love on his skin for the rest of his life.
“I love that you’re mine,” She whispered into his ear, kissing his neck softly as her lipstick began to fade with every touch. “Welcome home, baby.”
Pressing a soft kiss to her lips, Sy whispered loving affirmations in her ear. He was in awe of her.
“I love you, darlin’. You are always so good to me… How’d I get so damn lucky?” Sy kissed along her jawline, his lips warm and soft against her face.
They sat in each other's arms for a few minutes, syncing their breaths, enjoying the silence until she felt Sy’s length start to harden against her again. He asked, “So can I have my cake and eat you, too?”
Laughing loudly and smacking his arm, she stood to go clean up and called behind her, “You’re so bad! All of that and you still remembered the cake?”
“Well of course I did. It’s my favorite, next to your peach, of course.” Sy’s shit-eating grin was her weakness. She couldn’t help but shake her head and smile back at him while still laughing. “I’m not kidding, Sugar, I’m gonna need a piece of that cake before we go for round two.”
* I don't own Captain Syverson, Sandcastle, or anything related to it.
Summary: Napoleon loves it when you wear lipstick. He especially loves seeing the color kissed all over his body.
Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Female OFC (no body type specifically described, not named.)
Word Count: 2.3k
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, swearing, oral sex (m receiving), light edging, control, lipstick kink, lots of teasing, bodily fluids, slight sub behavior if you squint.
Author's Note: This work is for 18+ only, no minors tolerated. You consume content at your own risk. This story has been seriously consuming my every thought the last several days… who knew I could write so many words about this topic.. as always, thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy!
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Burgundy Kisses
Always the adventurous type, especially when it involved the bedroom, Napoleon embraced his deepest desires with great fervency. A deliciously attentive lover, if not sometimes overwhelming, Napoleon made it his life’s mission to treasure every inch of his woman’s skin, carrying her to heights of pleasure she’d only ever experienced at his hands.
He knew that he was smooth and that he was a man of many talents. He used them to his advantage to make his lady swoon. She wasn’t a woman who was easily hypnotized, but she had a specific weakness for Leon. She gave in to his charms with little reluctance and had come to appreciate the doting and luxurious attention that Leon gave to her, even if it wasn’t her first nature to do so; he’d trained her well.
Leon loved dressing up his girl and lavishing her with the finest items that money could buy; it was no coincidence that he called her his doll. He couldn’t help himself; he was infatuated with pretty things.
And she was the prettiest he’d ever seen.
For some date nights, Leon would select her outfit for the upcoming evening. He had an eye for what she would look irresistible in, though she didn’t need the assistance. It was a little game that the two of them liked to play.
The rules for these dates were simple: she was to wear what he had selected and bring her willingness to be spoiled.
He would buy a new dress and pair it with delicate lacy lingerie, only gifting the best to his sweetheart. When she had a beautifully wrapped package waiting on her apartment doorstep, she knew that it was time to play again.
Napoleon’s favorite part, however, didn’t actually have to do with choosing her attire. His doll would come home to find not only his outfit selection but also that her lipstick and nail polish had already been chosen and set upon her vanity.
He took extraordinary pleasure in selecting the color that would adorn her hands and lips. There was an insurmountable amount of satisfaction in choosing the colors that would later be swirling and teasing his cock.
Shades of red, pink, purple, and the occasional nude elicited excitement and set the premise for how the night would unfold. The color he selected gave instruction for how he wished for her to act, and she would comply accordingly. Lighter shades cued to a more submissive expectation, but reds, purples, and deeper shades told her to take control. On these evenings, kisses on the lips weren’t allowed; the lipstick was meant for one place only.
That time with his sweetheart, watching her dance her mesmerizing tongue and fingertips around his straining manhood, placing neat pigmented kisses upon him, was his undoing. He loved the way she trailed her colored kisses over his thighs and hips, leaving her temporary marks on his skin. The way her fingers would grip and caress his thighs, especially the crease above them where they met his hips, would make him nearly combust without any contact with his cock.
Tonight’s lip and nail choice — burgundy. Truly a symbol of power and the color of lustful seduction, Leon embraced the delicious anticipation he felt about this color selection. It was sultry, elegant, and perfectly crafted just for his girl. Burgundy had not been used for these evenings yet, but the color was one of his personal favorites. Accompanied by nude floral embroidered lingerie and nude pumps, all of this was to be worn with the black silk fitted cocktail dress that he’d had made by a designer earlier in the week.
The date began promptly upon picking her up, and after a sweetly romantic evening of wine, dinner, soft touches, and Leon’s suave spoiling, they made their way back to his loft where she could spoil him instead.
Quiet music played from the brass phonograph in the corner. Smooth saxophone and piano melodies swirled throughout the room, filling the space with electrically seductive energy.
Standing in his bedroom, his doll knew exactly where to begin: she stood confidently before the floor-length gold-trimmed mirror, her burgundy fingers softly dancing across her form. Her eyes met his as she continued her sensual self-exploration, embodying the energy of his color choice and gazing at Napoleon in the mirror as he approached her body from behind. Watching his kitten lose herself in her arousal was an exquisite part of the thrill. He was bewitched by her very essence; she was a vixen, and whether she was adorned in the garb he’d selected or otherwise, she was perfection.
An alluring glance from under her thick lashes greeted his eyes as she felt his hands glide up the curve of her back, his fingers pinching her zipper and pulling it down slowly. He guided the thin straps of her dress down her arms, the silk gliding down her body and pooling on the floor at her feet. His smirk met hers in the mirror’s reflection. Running his lithe fingers up her arms and back down her sides, he savored every inch of her buttery skin, pausing to spend extra time around the edges of the embroidered bralette that held her delectable breasts. Leon kissed her shoulder and nibbled her neck as she melted her backside into him, pressing herself into his growing manhood and leaning her head back onto his broad shoulder. Her hands covered his and guided his touch down her body.
He loved to watch the pleasure be drawn from her body by his hand. He loved it, even more, when she asserted her wishes over the sensations that he gave her. Napoleon had no reservations about giving up his control and letting his doll take the reins.
An oversized leather armchair sat directly in front of the ornate mirror. Guiding him to stand in front of it, his sweetheart began to remove his clothing leisurely, one piece at a time. Her lips were pursed in concentration, and Leon inwardly groaned. The only downside to this game was not having her kissable lips on his. Her lips were always irresistibly sweet, he couldn’t get enough of them. Tossing his suit jacket, shirt, and tie across to the bed, she made her way down to his waist, kneeling atop the black satin pillow he’d purchased just for this act.
She smiled up at him wickedly as her hands trailed up the back of his trouser-clad legs, and he saw her visibly shudder with lust when she reached his ass: he knew that she loved how these pants fit him. Her eyes had been on his backside all evening as he’d caught her staring and biting her lip on several occasions. He wore them just to rile her up; she definitely had a thing for his ass. Reaching to unbuckle his Italian leather belt, she rid him of the rest of his well-fitted suit, taking careful care to avoid where he needed her touch most.
Once he was bare in front of her, she assuredly pushed him back into the armchair with authority. His cock was already rigid and leaking and she hadn’t even begun.
She raised herself to trace her fingers down his chest, drawing careful spirals in the hair around his nipples, pinching them lightly, eliciting a soft moan from the man she was pleasing.
Leon gave in to every sensation she was creating on his body. From her light touches, the scraping of her fingernails down his stomach, the tracing of the v at his hips, goosebumps were already erupting on his skin with her every touch.
She was a master at working him up to full desperation. He hardly ever begged, but she brought him close to it; he needed to feel her lips on his body. She slowly began placing those coveted kisses across his inner thighs and hips, only letting her cheek graze his throbbing erection as she moved.
He was going crazy, but this is exactly what he wanted: he was high off the exhilaration.
Finally, with her hands squeezing the tops of his muscular thighs and her eyes boring into his, she leaned in to place her first vermillion-shaded kiss on his cock.
“Oh, fuck,” Napoleon sighed with relief.
She began to tease him, using her strong tongue to worship him from tip to base and back again, placing kisses on every ridge, feeling the contours of his gorgeous cock underneath her lips. Her mouth then engulfed his length, surrounding him in a blissful bath of warmth.
Napoleon’s breathing became heavy as he took in the sight before him paired with the sensations that he felt. Watching her burgundy lips slide up and down… up and down... her mouth took in more of his length to meet her matching nails that were massaging his base.
“God damn, doll. Your mouth is pure sin.”
It may have been Leon’s game, but she was completely in charge. She hummed and moaned lowly around his veiny cock, sending warm vibrations all the way into his hips. He struggled to keep his head angled to look at her, wanting to instinctively rest his head back on the chair at her ministrations. She released him from her lips and reached to grab him, pivoting her head to distinctly lick the ridge on the underside of his cock, placing more lipstick marks upon him. Burgundy kisses now covered his manhood. These deep red smooches were evidence of every place she’d been, and the visual was enough to nearly send him over the edge into his bliss.
He tried his best to keep his hands gripped to the arms of the chair, preferring to let the sensations be completely guided by his precious muse, letting it always be a surprise as to where she kissed next. Sometimes she used this knowledge to her advantage, teasing him with just the warm pillows of her lips, barely grazing his length until he could no longer stand the teasing, and ended up twisting his fingers deep into her silky hair.
Napoleon used the chair in this room for several reasons: his favorite being the mirrors he had strategically placed around the perimeter that gave him the ability to not only watch her ministrations from the front but to also peek at her delectably shaped ass as she worked him to a tingling frenzy. God, she was a knockout.
Savoring her warmth, his hands found the back of her head to take control, but they were immediately replaced by her on the armchair. Winking at him while her mouth was full of his large cock, she suddenly released him from the warmth and Leon writhed as she blew cold air on his wet member. His doll grabbed his hands and urged him to stand, grazing her manicured nails up and down his legs.
She knew he was already close by labored breathing and the twitching of his cock. Now that he was upright, his sweetheart rose up on her knees and began kissing and tracing her tongue along his hip bones and right at the bottom of his scruffy belly, teasing him by letting him back off of the edge that he was quickly approaching. Her burgundy nails went to hold his balls, caressing and teasing them, causing Napoleon to throw his head back in delicious frustration. He reveled in the sensations she was giving to him.
“Ah, ah, ah, look at me, Leon,” she sang out softly to him as she met his eyes and leaned in to impress pigmented kisses on his balls, marking each one as hers before taking him again in her sinful mouth.
His kitten knew if she stood Leon up and angled his body just right, he could use the mirrors to see a third reflection where he could observe her burgundy painted fingers dance on the back of his thighs and his ass. She used her grip on his ass to push and pull him as she bobbed her head, enveloping his entire length down to his base as her lipstick was beginning to smear. Watching her, Leon knew she was losing herself in giving him pleasure, just like he lost himself when he was plunging into her sweet center. Napoleon moaned passionately, unable to contain his pleasure, which only spurred her further.
She pulled his thick cock all the way down her throat again, managing to place a single deep red kiss mark around his base. Leon was close to losing control, trembling beneath her touch. His doll could feel him thickening and she let her movements become erratic as he tangled his fingers in her hair once more, helping guide her to his building orgasm. As he began to cum, Napoleon’s eyes met hers and he watched her suck his release right out of him, those burgundy lips gripping him tightly while his cum drenched the back of her throat.
She guided his shaking body back into the chair and rose to go to the mirror and readjust her lipstick before continuing their activities. Leon, physically spent, followed her form hungrily with his eyes, soaking in the bliss that his amazing woman had drawn out of him. She crawled in his lap, finally pressing a kiss to his cheek, marking him as her own.
Leon wrapped his arms around his lover and picked her up as he made his way to the bed, ready to worship her beautiful body and reward her for her devotion to the game.
In his head, he was already planning his next color.
I do not own Napoleon Solo, The Man From Uncle, or anything relating to it.
Summary: Your closest neighbor and somewhat acquaintance, Walter Marshall, comes to rescue you in the middle of a blizzard. Coincidentally, both of you have trouble sleeping and find way to pass the time.
Warnings: 18+ only. SMUT SMUT .... AND MORE SMUT, oral sex (f receiving), sex (p in v), bodily fluids, cockwarming, cursing, mild dominant energy if you squint.
Author's Note: So many of you asked for this… hell, I wanted it, too! This may be the hottest thing I've ever had the privilege of writing. I hope someone else thinks so, too 🤤
Edited by my main squeeze, the ever fabulous Lady Danger: @cavillsthighs
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Insomnia Marshmallows (Pt. 2)
Walter walked over to the fire to add more logs to the waning flames, the embers glowing and sparking through the air as he stoked them. The muscles of his broad back rippled through the cream-colored thermal that hugged his form. He had pushed his sleeves up to his forearms and had the top button unbuttoned — both of the things that made girls stupid.
Especially this girl.
You watched him from the couch that he had folded out into the most luxurious fold-out bed you’d ever been on. Plush and soft, the pillows were abundant and Walter had already added his heavy duvet and other ancillary blankets to the bed. He knew that you both would need to stay close to the fire with the temperature dropping outside.
Nervous jitters ran along your skin as you internally drooled over his large frame.
What was this man about to do to you? What all did you want to do to this man?
He deserved special treatment for saving you, though it oddly seemed like he had almost had his cabin ready for your arrival… like he knew you’d be staying.
“Walter?”
“Hmm?” He answered, placing the last log on the fire and turning to you. You watched him turn in those tight pajama pants that hugged his well-blessed ass just right.
“Tell me… do you always keep cinnamon graham crackers here, or did you know you’d be saving and eventually seducing my dumbass?”
He smiled and shook his head. “I actually like them. But if I’m being completely transparent, I bought those things in the hopes that I’d have a reason to get you here… and now that’s sounding a bit creepy. Though, you were the one who kissed me first; I think you are the one seducing me.”
“Hmm.. maybe. It’s so quiet and private here… we’re really all alone out here. You know, for all I know, you’d have the perfect opportunity to kill me, and no one would even hear…” You trailed off, remembering just how many serial killer documentaries begin exactly like this. It was a joke, but you still felt the need to clarify, “You aren’t going to, right?”
He crawled back onto the bed, his body moving to hover over yours. “Wasn’t planning on it. I guess we’ll see… but you again are right. We are all alone out here in the woods… no one to hear us.” Walter looked seriously into your eyes before leaning down to kiss you tenderly. The two of you parted only so you could catch your breaths. “... And I intend to make you scream as loud as you can, love.”
Walter’s low murmuring made you clench with desire. Reaching toward the hem of his shirt, he let you slowly pull off his thermal and unveil his body. You were mesmerized by the dark curly hair that you found peppering his chest and stomach.
He is the ultimate specimen… large and virile.
“Fuck me,” you breathed out.
“Oh I fully intend to… but first…” He kissed his way down your body, ridding you of your warm clothing, though your skin suddenly felt hotter without your clothes than it did with them.
“Hmmm.. you are cold. Let me fix that for you.” Walter’s bearded kisses met your pair of lacy underwear, like the ones he saw you pack earlier. His hot mouth pressed steamy kisses to your clothed mound, making you squirm as he fingered the thin strings across your hips. The kisses he placed on your inner thighs were mixed with nibbles as he teased your flesh. Heavy breaths and involuntary moans escaped your body. You’d never felt so bewitched by a man.
You loved it.
“Hand me a pillow,” Walter murmured lightly against your covered center. You looked at him curiously, questioning him. “The thick one. You can thank me later.”
You handed the pillow down to him, wondering what on earth he could want to do with —
“Oh!” Surprised by his speed but not by his stealth, Walter had wrapped an arm under your lower back to lift you, placing the pillow underneath your hips. Your center was raised right to his sinful mouth. This angle made you feel exposed, but you felt yourself flood with arousal at the sight in front of you, dampening your thong beyond repair. The view you had of this bearded mountain man between your thighs who had saved you from possible hypothermia, strong and rugged, taking in your body like he was ready for a feast, was driving you crazy.
Again, his fingers traced the thin fabric across your hips, sliding back and forth sensually as he stared at you. Determined to soak in every moment, you challenged yourself to keep his gaze and refused to look away. There was an anticipation as Walter began to slide your panties down your hips, shimmying them off of your legs, his hands gliding back up to your thighs. Every movement he made contributed to his symphony, and he smiled knowing that his chosen soloist was about to sing.
He teased you, then — touching everywhere around you, but never quite making contact with your pearl. Walter’s fingers stroked everywhere across your lips. He was patient as he felt you tremble lightly underneath his touch. He was waiting for you.
“Tell me. Tell me what you want, love.”
“I want you — I need you to touch me, please.”
He smiled evilly as he looked up at you from in between your thighs. “Touch you where, darling? You’re going to have to be more specific.”
“Walter, you know, please…”
“Mmmm… no one will hear you but me, love. Come on, use that pretty mouth to tell me what you’ve been really wanting me to do to you all evening. Be brave for me.”
Arousal gripped your body strongly because at his words, you suddenly felt as if you could tell him any of your greatest desires. “I want you to eat me. Now. I want to run my fingers through your curls while you use your tongue to make me cum.”
“Mmm, that’s more like it.” You watched him visibly moan as his tongue met your lips, gently probing to flick your clit. The sensations running through your lower body were incredible; when you arched your back, your mound pushed even closer to his mouth. Walter worshipped you, sucking your clit and gently touching your entrance, stroking the nerves that lie there. The suction from his lips on you almost made you cum immediately, but he let you go and kissed down your folds before you could find your release.
His fingers slipped inside you, stretching you out gently. His fingers were large and wow were they long. At this angle, they stroked you tenderly, pressing on all of those sweet spots inside you. Your instrument had never been played so masterfully — Walter was a true musician.
While plunging in and out, you felt his lips suck on your clit again, and this time he held you there, flicking his tongue lightly over your bud. The intense shaking that followed in your hips and legs was involuntary; you’d never been so stimulated. Walter’s other arm wrapped under your thigh and laid heavily across your abdomen, holding you steady as he continued to eat you out better than any man or toy ever had before.
The warmth of the fire and the heat of his skin against yours made sweat begin to drip down your body. The bear between your legs moaned against your clit.
“You are the best thing I have ever eaten.” He removed his fingers, and you whined at the loss of being filled.
Who am I? I sound like a whore… I don’t care, he feels so fucking good.
“Oh, you like being filled up by me, don’t you? That’s okay sweet, I’ll put them back, but you’re going to cum for me now.” He acted upon his sultry words, entering you again and stroking you intentionally. His voice dropped lower as he quietly asked, “Can you be a good girl and cum for me?”
“Mhm.. oh fuck…”
“Say it. Tell me you want to cum.”
“Walter, I… please. I want to cum. Please, make me cum…” His fingers curled for one last time as the steam engine of an orgasm hit you, and hit you hard. You arched into his mouth as he continued to lick at your juices. You grabbed what parts of him you could reach and pulled on him, begging him to come back towards your face. His mouth attacked your neck and breasts as you floated down from your high.
His hard cock brushed your raised hips through his pants. Sitting up, you reached for the drawstring on his sweatpants, but Walter gently but powerfully pushed you back down onto the bed.
“Stay there.” His eyes were dark, and his face was covered in shadows as the fire blazed brightly behind him. Walter’s body appeared unreal, his silhouette like a powerful god. Defined muscles were everywhere that you could see as he leaned back on his knees to remove his pants.
Even in the shadows, there was no denying — Walter had the biggest cock you had ever seen. Surrounded by dark curls, he looked heavy and thick.Your mouth watered and your pussy clenched with need, barely having any time to recover from the orgasm he just gave you.
You suddenly didn’t care how overstimulated you were going to be — you needed him inside you.
Wrapping your legs around his ass, you gently prodded him down to you. As he covered your body with his, you felt him graze your center and slide his tip up and down your slit… his cock hot against your skin. It took all of your willpower to not climax again from his light touch.
“I shouldn’t probably admit this,” His eyes met yours in a daring stare, “but I have thought about your body writhing underneath mine for far too long.”
Biting your lip, your eyes fluttered down his body and back up to meet his gaze. “Well, then I probably shouldn’t admit how long I’ve wanted your body pressing on top of mine…”
Walter caught your lips in a passionate kiss as he lowered his body onto yours, slowly entering you.
The loud gasps the two of you made as he finally sheathed himself in your wetness mingled in the open space of the cozy cabin. He was all around you, covering your body like a weighted blanket; your bodies were both so warm, you couldn’t help the sweat that beaded upon both of your chests. As he slowly thrust in and out of you, you slid across one another, the sweat creating a delicious glide and tingling sensation as your sensitive nipples brushed his furry ones.
His curls fell around his face and stuck to his forehead as they dampened from his physical exertion. He was moving slowly to not hurt you, but you were so wet with desire for him that he fit inside you without resistance. And he felt so good.
He fucked you passionately with heavy thrusts as his hands held yours beside your head. Your hips, still propped up on the pillow, gave him the opportunity to press his cock down into you, grinding his body into yours at an incredible angle. You were so close to him, you could feel your clit rubbing his pelvis.
One of his meaty arms wrapped around your damp back and flipped you onto your stomach; his hands ground into the flesh of your hips and ass, pulling you back onto his cock. The angle that he hit your walls with nearly made you cum — you were approaching your edge, quickly. The moans coming from deep down in the lion’s chest echoed loudly throughout the room as he neared his release.
Walter placed a firm hand and softly pressed on your lower back as his other hand raised your hips even more, stretching your spine into an intense arch. His hips slammed into your ass, finally fucking you wildly as he chased his orgasm. Unable to last one more second — you exploded around him violently, coating the two of you in even more liquid. Desperate to feel him finish, you teased him, actively squeezing his length within you to get him to cum.
Boldened by his filthy mouth and the amazing orgasms he had just given you, you cooed at him, “Walter, let me feel you… fill me up, baby.”
He lost control then. Caveman-like sounds surrounded you as he released into you and warmth filled your belly. You expected him to collapse on top of you, but instead, Walter wrapped a beefy arm around your middle once again, and, while still inside you, flipped the both of you over so that you were sitting on his lap with your back to his burly chest. His sweaty skin met yours once again, the fur on his front scratched your spine as you faced the flames of the fire.
“I’m not done with you — give me one more. Cum for me again, love.” Your thighs were trembling as you sat on his still-hard erection, his cum and yours leaking from where you were joined. Walter trailed a large hand over your thigh and down to your pearl, swiping up some of your union and using it as lube. He flicked your clit as his other hand cupped a breast and pinched your nipple, twisting it between his thumb and forefinger.
You struggled in his arms, the sensations too much for your tired pearl to handle, but still, Walter stroked on masterfully. His scruffy chin met your neck as he placed hot kisses up and down your throat, whispering for you to be his good girl and cum all over him again. Your whimpers were rising in pitch and strength as you approached your third incredible orgasm at the hand of this man who you had wanted so badly.
When it hit you, you were thankful that neighbors weren’t around for miles, because you screamed louder than you thought yourself capable. Ripped from you, this climax was sudden and sharp, making your legs shake uncontrollably and tears flood your eyes in relief.
“Shh, shh… that’s it. Yes, that’s it. I’ve got you, love.” You felt soft kisses being placed on your back as you fell apart in his strong embrace. He held you for a few soft moments as he rubbed his cheek against your shoulder.
After a short while, you both untangled your bodies and as you went to clean yourself up, Walter brought you a warm towel. Snuggled back in the bed, it was easy to love the feeling of his thick body underneath yours. The sweat you had created together was cooling on your skin. Wrapping your limbs around his, you curled into his side, his hairy body helped to keep you warm as he covered the two of you with a quilt and kissed your temple. He smiled softly as you placed kisses on his scruffy chest and twirled your fingers over the contours of his muscles.
“You’re buying snow chains when this clears up.”
You couldn’t help but laugh freely. “What, you don’t want to come save me again? This turned out to be kind of fun. Who would have thought grumpy old Walter Marshall could have any fun?”
“Girl, I’m grumpy, but I am anything but old. Do you need me to show you how quickly I am ready to go again?” His hand traced gently down your spine. Goosebumps erupted all over your skin as he leaned his head down to murmur, “Or is your sweet cunt too tired from all those orgasms I just pulled from you?”
“I’m going to need a minute,” You joked with him.
“Hmm, a minute, then.”
The sounds of the crackling fire surrounded you, lulling you into a tranquil peace. It was a perfect soundscape for sleeping, but you both lie awake, losing sense of all time. Walter kept tracing small swirls across your back, lightly kneading the flesh of your ass. It was tender and not at all rushed. You traced similar patterns across his torso, hoping to help him fall asleep. It was going to be morning soon, though you doubted that either one of you cared.
“Walt… I think you need to sleep. I’m not going anywhere, seeing as I can’t make a getaway if I tried my damndest. You don’t have to keep constant watch over me.” Your whispers were soft, but you felt more than heard his chuckle rumble through his muscled chest.
“Funny. I told you… I don’t sleep much. Though, if you’re concerned… there is something that could help.”
“And what might that be?”
You knew before he spoke. His low timbre awakened your sensual body when he muttered, “I’m getting a little cold, again. Do you think you could warm me up?”
Oh, yes I can.
Slithering from his side, you leaned up to Walter’s face and kissed his lips softly as you straddled his hips for the third time that evening. His hard length met your center, ready to fill you again. You slid down onto him, both of you groaning at how complete you felt.
You kissed him again before laying down on top of his chest, turning his body into your bed. Wrapping his arms around you, he pushed his hips up to be completely enveloped within you. Comfort overcame you both as you whispered, “Let me keep you warm. Time to sleep, Walt.”
It wasn’t long before his snores joined the subdued symphony of the world around you.
*I don't own Walter Marshall (sadly), Night Hunter, or anything affiliated with either of these.
How are you Jill? 💕 I have another idea (I'm so sorry)
Walter or Superman and reader are night owls (or any reason why lni do not sleep). Reader suggests pass the time over a fire and fried marshmallows, but they are in apartment and they are frying marshmallows on the burner, sitting at the stove (close to each other). Do whatever u want with this ;>
Oh babe, your wish is my command! I fell in LOVE with this idea... and totally flipped it around. I hope you love! (Walter is currently my weakness... thank you. 🖤🔥) No smut... but I can definitely follow up with a part 2 if you so desire. 😘
Insomnia Marshmallows: (Part 1)
Part 2
Summary: Your closest neighbor and somewhat acquaintance, Walter Marshall, comes to rescue you in the middle of a blizzard. Coincidentally, both of you have trouble sleeping and find way to pass the time.
Warnings: cursing, heavy making out, sexual desires but no explicit smut, flirting. 18+ just because.
All mistakes are mine on this one. Sorry, not actually sorry.
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Insomnia Marshmallows (Part 1)
Pillowy white clouds covered everything that you could see as you looked out of your kitchen window, not that you could see many surfaces due to the angry pelting of dusty snow falling from the sky. The “blizzard of the year” had started, and you were cozied up in your house, ready for a few days of silence and peace.
Content to sip your hot chai tea and snuggle on your couch in your warmest sweatshirt, you turned on your current tv show, enjoying your evening while the snow poured out over the ground. You were basking in peaceful bliss, that is, until your power flickered, veiling you in near pitch black.
“Fuck.”
You knew in the back of your mind that this could happen. Hell, your new friends had warned you when you moved up here that it would, but you hadn’t been worried. You’d been stuck inside without power during a few of those famous ‘buy all the milk and bread’ “snowstorms” that happened in the South. You knew how to manage… right? How bad could it be?
As you began to dig around for all of your supplies, a mild panic began to set in. Blankets were abundant in your house, but as you came to the end of your blanket collection, you suddenly started to irrationally convince yourself that you could freeze to death. Your new house didn’t have a secondary heat source. You had no generator, no fireplace; you knew you were screwed. To top it off, you became painfully aware of your inadequate lighting as you lit all four of the candles and powered on the single lantern that you owned, only managing to light up your kitchen and part of your living room. You looked around, feeling defeated.
“Fuck me, why am I so stupid?”
You were jolted by the heavy knock that boomed from the living room.
Your savior appeared as you opened the door, his snow-chained truck still running in what might have been your driveway. Your brow furrowed, thinking that it could have also been your front flower beds, though you couldn’t be sure. The snow was coming down thickly now, blowing sideways as the wind picked up and swirled broodingly behind him. Your brawny neighbor, Detective Walter Marshall, stood before you with a large spotlight and a lantern, his gorgeous features illuminated by the glow of the lights.
“Pack a bag and get in the truck. You’re not staying here.”
“Hi Walter, how are you? That is what people normally say when greeting each other.” He was not amused. Instead, he looked at you with unwavering concentration. His bulging arms were crossed, showing off his biceps even in his thick sweater. “What are you talking about? I’m going to be fine.”
Why are you lying? You just panicked mere minutes ago.
He didn’t hesitate a bit at your words. Instead, he looked behind you at your sorry excuse for lighting, then at the huge pile of blankets you’d placed on the kitchen table. He carried an unimpressed expression and raised his eyebrow in your direction. “You have no heat and the power grid for the entire area is down. This storm could last for a few days. I am not leaving you here stranded with no heat when you would be perfectly warm at my house.”
“Walt, I’m fine. I have tons of warm clothes and even a space heater that I can plug into my car to charge. Look, I appreciate that you came all the way down here…”
“.. And because of your appreciation and all of those Southern manners that you tell everyone you have, you’re going to pack your bag and get in the truck.” Walter looked pointedly at you. “That space heater is a joke. Your car battery will die before you ever get it charged enough to turn on.”
“I promise that I’ll be okay, I —”
“Pack a bag.”
You knew you’d already lost. Closing your eyes and sighing heavily, you asked him, “You won’t take no for an answer, will you?”
“I’m not asking.”
The man looked at you with serious sternness, though his eyes seemed to soften the longer yours held his. He broke eye contact and ran a hand over his beanie-covered curls, his hand moving to comb at his beard. “Come on, I’m going to worry about you down here alone. Go get your things, you can stay with me until this thing is over. I have an extra room for you and a wood-burning stove and fireplace to keep us warm. At least I’ll know you have heat and aren’t shivering to death, alone.” He glanced back over his shoulder at the swirling of the storm. “Too much longer, and I don’t think anyone will be able to drive in this, even with snow chains.”
You desired to argue with him if only to push his buttons. This was your house, after all — you could stay if you wanted to. You were a grown woman who could take care of herself even without the gruff detective; you didn’t need a knight coming to your rescue.
Although deep down, you knew he was right — there was no way you would be able to keep warm if this lasted more than one night. You also knew his stubbornness wouldn’t let you stay here; it was the natural protector in him.
Damn, I don’t want to admit he’s right, he’s a smug bastard when he knows he’s right.
Walter’s words brought you out of your head —
“Alone.” He reemphasized and frowned at you. “With no one to save you.” His stare intensified.
“Okay, okay! I get it. I’m coming.” You invited him in as you quickly made your way to your bedroom, grabbing a bag and pulling warm clothes out of your closet. Walter followed and stood in the doorway, keeping watch over you, almost like he expected you to try and run away.
You should have been embarrassed when he watched you pull pairs of lacy underwear out of your drawer, but you weren’t.
Walter’s intense personality had turned you on since the day you’d bumped into him outside the diner, spilling your to-go lemonade all over the both of you. You’d never made any advances towards him – you actually enjoyed his company and didn’t want to make the situation awkward with the two of you being close neighbors, but you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t hard to control yourself when he was around.
Dark brooding men were your weakness. This one wore sweaters that you wanted to wrap yourself in and had a beard that you wouldn’t mind feeling against your skin.
Walter Marshall was mysterious. Your casual acquaintanceship with Walter had been instantaneous, even though he didn’t seem to be the type to normally make friends. He was your closest neighbor by a mile and was, by far, the most intriguing. You considered yourself lucky that you had a police detective living close. Butterflies erupted in your chest whenever you saw him, but somehow, despite that, his presence managed to calm you; It was the greatest contradiction. It took a few weeks for you to be able to piece together what he did for a career; he didn’t like telling people — they asked him fewer questions when they didn’t know.
“I’m going to go ahead and assume that you also didn’t buy the snow chains I told you to buy, did you?”
You were in your bathroom now, packing your toiletries, “No, I haven’t, Dad. I wasn’t exactly planning on going anywhere during all of this, so I decided that I don’t need them.”
Walter sighed and shook his head at you, “These winters are going to kick your ass if you don’t listen to my advice, love. I’ve seen too many people get cocky and end up stranded, or worse…”
“I’m going to kick your ass...” you muttered under your breath.
“What was that?” Walter’s mouth was pressed in a harsh line, but there was a glint of flirtation in his eyes as he gave you a chance to redeem yourself. You shook your head at him, throwing the last few things you needed in your duffle bag, and walked toward him. As you passed him in your doorway, you placed a quick kiss on his cheek, catching him off-guard. His face was shocked, but he almost broke into a smile.
“Nothing,” you said, your hand still holding his forearm, “Thank you for coming to get me.”
Walter insisted on taking your bag for you as he followed you back to your living room, grumbling behind you. “You’re lucky to have such a good neighbor, is what I thought you said.”
You rolled your eyes obviously in his direction but chuckled to yourself. He carried your bag out the front door to his rumbling truck. You grabbed the few belongings you had out in your kitchen and threw them in your purse before locking up.
Walter’s cabin smelled like him: earthy, oaky, and masculine. It smelled delicious.
You’d only been to Walter’s cabin twice before, both very brief, though you’d never been inside. Once when you’d gotten lost while walking the grounds around your home and showed up on his property by accident, and the other when you’d brought him your famous thumbprint cookies as a peace offering for said accident. You’d discovered that he had a secret sweet tooth, and you were happy to oblige him. Two or three times a month, you’d take him a sweet gift in return for his constant vigilance when it came to watching our for your homes.
Walt’s entire cabin was extremely well put-together and was surprisingly homier than you had anticipated. Cozy and comforting, his space held big open windows in every room that, even through the darkness, you knew showcased the gorgeous view you’d seen only twice before from outside. Even though the lights were out, you could see the contours of his home by the light of the lanterns Walter had placed around the cabin.
He set you up in the spare bedroom, telling you to make yourself at home as you parted ways for the evening. You were comfortable in the soft bed, snuggled in under all of the blankets you could stand. Not sure if the fact that you were sleeping in his home had you out of sorts or if it was that he was so close to where you laid, you tossed and turned as thoughts raced through your head —
Was he always this sweet or had you caught him on a hero trip? He was always cordial to you… maybe it’s just the cop in him. Did he do this for other neighbors? What were you supposed to talk to him about for the next few days? Why did his brooding intrigue you? Why can you not stop thinking about him? You can’t stop thinking about him because he’s damn near the most attractive man you’ve ever seen… or kissed on the cheek. What was that, by the way?
You peered at your phone on the bedside table, 11:34. Then 12:02. Then 12:47. You couldn’t catch a break. The exposed skin of your face started to freeze and your body started to shiver despite the innumerable layers on top of you. Getting up, you grabbed a heavy blanket off the bed and padded your way quietly to Walter’s living room in search of heat and something to occupy your mind.
As you walked past Walter’s room, you noticed his door was ajar and his bed was empty. You were quiet to not wake your savior, but your heart nearly jumped out of your chest when you saw his dark figure looming on the couch in the living room, reading by the light of the fire. Bracing your hands on the door frame, you huffed out louder than you anticipated. His eyes jolted to yours and his head cocked in confusion at your being awake.
“Sorry,” you spoke lowly, “I couldn’t sleep.”
He sat in his thick sweatpants and thermal top. You don’t know if he’d ever looked so attractive.
Walter closed his book on his fingers, holding his place as he smirked at you. “Coming to look for me, were you?” His pearly fangs glinted in the firelight; he looked at you like a lion who had found his next gazelle.
This was new.
Your body felt aflush with flames at his gaze. Honestly? It scared you a little: his intensity, his rugged handsomeness. Somehow, you managed to ignore the warmth crawling through your belly.
“I didn’t want to wake you. It’s a little too cold in there...”
“I was afraid of that. Here, come sit by the fire, I'll get you something warm to drink.” You sat as Walter covered you with another knit blanket. He went to his bedroom and, upon returning to the living space, threw a huge pair of wool socks in your direction.
“That’s part of your problem, put those on.”
“Walt, I have socks —” He didn’t have to tell you to hush, his face and the large hand he held up in your direction did it for him. You pulled on the soft, too big, socks and nodded at him, silently thanking him for them. “Do you normally stay up this late? I’m sorry if my being here has thrown off your normal routine.”
“Oh no, it hasn’t. I don’t sleep much these days.” He meandered away, and you couldn’t help but watch his ass as he walked away from you.
And damn he had a good one.
You glanced at where he’d been sitting — a well-read copy of The Hobbit lay on his seat.
Okay, I would have never guessed that.
Looking around the cozy cabin, you wondered how many nights he sat there, alone and unable to sleep. The more you thought about it, he always looked extremely tired.
It made you sad.
Suddenly, you felt closer to him. How many nights did you both share in your insomnia, wishing for someone to share these moments with, not knowing the other was awake only a mile away?
You huddled on the couch, letting the warmth radiate through you. His couch was plush and soft, like sitting on a cloud. You wondered why, in the home of a man who you barely knew, you felt more at ease than you had with any lover.
Your heart fluttered again when Walter emerged from his kitchen holding a campfire coffee maker and bundling the makings for s’mores in the crook of his arm.
He glanced at you before looking down at what he was carrying, and you could swear you saw a glimpse of nervousness in his expression. “I know you have a guilty pleasure of s’mores lattes from Maeve’s… I don’t have all the fancy coffee shit, but I do have coffee and smores. What do you say?”
“How do you even know that?” You didn’t answer his question but instead reached up to grab the skewers and marshmallows from his grasp, getting them ready for roasting.
“I’m an investigator, it’s my job to notice seemingly insignificant things about people.” He set the other ingredients down and got busy making the coffee over the fire. You arched an eyebrow, doubting his argument was completely truthful. Maybe you weren’t imagining his seductive look earlier… or your gravitation towards him.
He resumed his seat on the couch, this time closer to you. His thick thigh grazed yours. Fueled by the electricity that was running over your entire body, you asked him, “Why does knowing my guilty pleasure coffee order come in handy?”
He was silent for a moment as if he was heavily considering what to say next. Walter finally answered when his hands brushed yours as you handed him a skewer for himself. “Well, if a homicide victim smells of coffee, chocolate, and marshmallow and doesn’t smell like fire, we’ve narrowed down our potential unsub suspects.”
“HEY. Maeve’s lattes are delicious, practically everyone in town drinks them. How would you know it’s me? Or that the victim didn’t indulge in one before becoming… well, extremely unlucky?” You cracked a half-smile at your joke, and the both of you huddled closer as the smell of caramelized sugar and smoky fire wafted through the cabin.
“Simple, I also know that you like cinnamon in those lattes,” Walter smirked at you. “How many people do you think that narrows it down to?”
How did he know that?
You glanced at the box on the table: cinnamon graham crackers. He gently took the skewer with a freshly roasted marshmallow from your hands and began to assemble your s’more for you. You poured the both of you a steaming cup of coffee, munching on the warm gooey sweets.
The caffeine made you feel bolder, more playful. In the glow of the fire, you watched him, both content in your silence. Walter was a walking contradiction: soft, but tough as iron. You found him secretly kind and funny, but he was still very intimidating. You’d never been alone with him in this close of proximity. The heat flushed through your body as you stared right at him. You weren’t sure if it was the fire or if it was the way he stared back at you, but your boldness finally broke the silence.
“I think you notice because you want to.”
“Hmmm…” he nodded and hummed as his coffee warmed his lips. “Is that what you really think?” Walter questioned you, his face leaning closer to yours. Your heart nearly leaped out of your chest when Walter’s finger brushed the corner of your lips.
“Chocolate,” he said quietly, then proceeded to lick his finger. Your heart was pounding in your head. You knew, then. You knew this couldn’t be one-sided.
“It is really what I think,” you murmured, unable to tear your gaze away from the soft pillows of his lips surrounded by that delicious beard. “Am I wrong? Tell me that I’m wrong, Walt.”
The storm in his eyes captivated you. Closing the distance between your lips, you grabbed the front of his cable-knit sweater, the soft fabric buttery on your hands as you pulled him to you. Your lips met his with a passion you hadn’t felt within yourself in months.
God, he felt good.
His beard scratched and tickled your skin as he claimed his mouth with yours.
“Am I reading this right?” You broke away from him, Walter wasted no time as he kissed over to your ear and jaw, placing sensual kisses over your skin.
You were met with a deep moan and a hearty nod. The smile that crossed your face was borderline stupid.
His kisses were all-consuming. He was all-consuming. His hands were large and strong; you knew he could crush your skull with his strength, yet, he cradled your face with a gentleness that you didn’t expect. The pads of his rough thumbs brushed your cheeks as his tongue tangoed with yours. He tasted like coffee and cinnamon… and desire.
No longer cold, heat was radiating from your skin. The heat of the fire, the heat of him, all of it came together and despite the warmth surrounding you, you shivered with pleasure. Your kisses started soft and sweet but bloomed into needy desire the longer your lips touched his.
You weren’t sure what came over you – well, actually you knew, you just couldn’t believe that you were so free – you uncurled from the blanket, and without breaking your kiss, you grabbed Walter’s shoulders and crawled over into his lap, straddling him. His thick thighs and hips stretched your legs further than you’d anticipated, but he felt delicious under you. Arms tangled around each other as you play-bit his lip, sucking lightly on his plush flesh.
You pulled him as close to you as you could get, running fingers through his luscious locks… you’d been dying to touch them since you’d met. You caressed his curls, suddenly wanting to run your fingers through his hair while he kissed your other lips. You wanted him.
Walter’s large hands ran up and down your back, his fingers teasing you slowly. His groans and kisses became louder the more you squirmed on top of him, begging for any friction to relieve your growing need. His pecs felt meaty and hard under his sweater. Smiling against his lips, you ran your chilly hands under the hem of the knit wool, tickling him as he jumped from the cold. Giggling at his surprise, your fingers were met with the feeling of his hairy torso.
Oh, I need to have this man. Every part of him is going to be delicious, isn’t it?
You caressed him, warming your hands against his skin. He moaned heartily into your mouth, grinding his hips ever so slightly underneath yours. Your other weakness? Men who moaned with no reservations. Walter’s low growls flooded your senses with want. Your walls crumbled with every noise he made.
You wondered if he felt as touch-starved as you did. It was like you both had created this buzzing frequency that only surrounded where you sat together. His rugged hand reached up and held your chin. You didn’t know if you’d ever been more turned on than when his thumb tugged gently at the flesh of your bottom lip while his eyes traveled from yours to where he touched you.
Breaking away, you both panted heavily, trying to catch your breath. He met your gaze, you felt the embarrassment wash over you as you realized you had groped and made out like teenagers. Walter chuckled at your situation and you buried your head, finding a warm place to hide in his neck.
“Warmed up, then?” You could feel Walter’s grin as he turned his head to place a bearded kiss on your neck. His beard scratching you made you squirm from the tickling sensation but soon caused you to moan under your breath.
“Uh-huh. Yep… very warm. I’m going to need you to do that again and again.” His kisses continued over your throat, his tongue giving you light licks as he brought a hand to the back of your neck. He held you in place. His strength was insurmountable — you wanted him to pin you down and show you just how strong he was.
“As much as I don’t want to admit it… You’re right,” Walter murmured between kisses. “ I noticed because I want to.”
You tried to pull away, goosebumps breaking out over your skin, but Walter’s grip held you right where he wanted to. His breath was hot and sensual on your neck, but you had to tease. “I’m sorry, what was that? Could you repeat that? I didn’t quite hear —”
“No.” You giggled as his kisses slowed, becoming soft and loving as opposed to the hungry ones you’d shared mere minutes before. He held you on his lap, arms wrapped around you.
After a while, you both untangled, searching for the makings of another s’more and warming up your coffee, neither of you sleepy, even still. You had found a book on his bookshelf, and decided to read with him in the comforting silence. You curled into his side, happy to breathe in his intoxicating smell and feel his warmth against your body.
It wasn’t the book’s fault that it couldn’t hold your interest. It was impossible to concentrate as you took notice of the way his arm felt draped around you and how his fingers traced your thigh over the blanket as he read. You couldn’t take it anymore. Suddenly, you had a strong need.
You put your book down. Grabbing his hand and bringing it to your lips, you kissed it and asked, “Walt? I’m getting a little cold, again… think you could warm me up?”
He was on you in an instant, pushing your body into the couch, his hips flush with yours. He grinned again, and his eyes were wild with desire.
The lion was back, and you were his next meal.
“I have a way to make sure you won’t be cold again, but it does require less clothing. Why don’t you let me show you, love?”
*I do not own Walter Marshall or Night Hunter, not anything to do with either.
Summary: You're having one of those days again where you want to hide from the world, but Sy knows just what you need to make you feel loved.
Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader
Word Count: Umm. Waaaaay too long. 2.7K
Warnings: swearing, mentions of anxiety, angst, lots of fluffy warm Syverson, and heavy flirting.
Author's Note: Trying a new venture... after enjoying so many people's works here on Tumblr and lurking forever, I thought it was time to share the scenes that fill my own daydreams. What better way to start than with yummy fluffy Syverson? (Hint, there's no better way.) Hope you enjoy!
Edited by myself, sorry not sorry for the errors.
*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, or claiming any ideas or parts as your own.
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Hoodie Love
Driving home from your hellacious day, your hands gripped the wheel and you leaned your head back on your headrest, stretching your arms. You couldn’t wait to get home and wash off the events of the day. Work was a nightmare. Again.
“What a fucking day.” You sighed heavily. Heavy thoughts clouded your mind and a subtle anxiety crept in. Please let me get home. A shake erupted in your left leg while you waited for a light to turn green.
Sadness and guilt washed over you. Tears bubbles in your eyes. The last thing you wanted was to cancel your evening with Sy.
Days like these didn’t come often anymore, but every so often, a day would fill wind mind-racing and anxious thinking. God, I was really looking forward to tonight.
You knew you weren’t enjoyable to be around when you got like this. Hell, you didn’t even want to be around yourself. Irritable, nervous, indecisive, it all came to the forefront on days like these. The desire to go home, crawl in bed, and shut the world away loomed largely in your headspace.
He doesn’t deserve that. Sy was always giving up a good time to care for you. Actually, he insisted and the guilt you felt consumed your body every time. A supposed to be sweet date night was not shaping up to go as you’d planned, the last thing you wanted was for Sy to worry. Despite your arguments, That bull-headed man somehow always got his way.
Traffic moved again. Your phone rang — Sy.
Sadness escaped you through a heavy exhale.
“Hey baby, I was just about to call you! How are you?” Forcing your lips into a smile always made you sound more normal, maybe you could convince him.
“Hey there, pretty lady. Better now, ready to see ya. How was your day?”
“Oh, it was just another day… Look, Sy..” What would convince him you could spend your night alone? You didn’t get to finish your thought.
“Sugar, you don’t sound good. What’s wrong?”
So much for that.
Your mouth began to race, “Oh, it’s nothing, I’m just having one of those days again. I’ll be okay after a good night’s sleep. I’m just exhausted from this week... Yea, sleep will be good. Do you think we could maybe reschedule for tomorrow? I’ll even make that pie you like—“
Interrupting you, Sy was soft but stern. “Cut the crap, Sugar.”
You’d been through this enough to know he saw right through your nonchalance. “Listen, I’m fine. Sy, you don’t want to be around me like this... I’m grumpy and sad and feeling… well I don’t know what I’m feeling and you don’t need that. I’ll be okay once I sleep it off. I’ll be normal me tomorrow. I’m good, promise.”
The selfish truth was that you really wanted nothing more than for him to wrap his strong arms around you and press you into his warm body. You wanted to feel his comfort but didn’t know how to ask without sounding needy. But unselfishly, you wanted to spare him yet another evening of having to take care of you because you couldn’t get in control of your brain.
“Yeah, nice try, but I ain’t buyin’ that. Every time you say “you’re good” is exactly when you’re not good. Look, get yourself home and relax. We’re stayin’ in tonight, I got it all planned baby; I’ll be over soon.”
It’s like he could read your mind.
“Sy, it’s not fair to you..” But he interrupted you again.
“With all due respect, hush. You know me better than that, and I know you. You don’t have to spell out that ya need me, I’m here for you.”
Heavy breath expelled from your lungs, giving in.
“Okay, but I’m warning you… one day you’re going to decide you don’t like me so much after all this… that it’s too much.”
The Captain hummed sadly at your words. “Oh Darlin', that sweet ole head of yours must be doing a real number on ya, because you must have forgotten just how stubborn I am. I’m coming to spend time with ya, end of story, Sugar. And I’ll always like you.”
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Once home, you weren’t quite sure what to do. Bad days like this normally called for a scalding shower and bed, but you knew Sy would be here any minute.
Your door shook with his sturdy knocks minutes later. Opening the door, Sy stood there, a sweet smile adorning his deliciously scruffy face. He held a few bags of groceries, a duffel bag, and a bottle of wine. Your eyes raked in his form: he was wearing comfy sweats and a hoodie and he looked freshly showered. You stared at him, smiling softly.
“You came prepared. Did you have all of this ready before we talked?”
“Darlin’ I haven’t seen ya in four days. I’ve been ready to spend time with ya tonight since then. Bad day or good day, we’re enjoying this evening together. That’s the Sy guarantee.” He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows. You half-smiled while shaking your head, unable to refuse his cocky charm.
“Hmm… Are you finally moving in?” The duffle bag caught your attention. You grabbed the wine and welcomed him in. “Did you really bring more clothes? Sy, like half of your wardrobe lives here already. I’m seriously running out of room.”
“Actually, I brought something for ya.” Setting down his bags in your kitchen, Sy turned back and immediately grabbed you, pulling you into a big warm hug and kissing your hair gently. With his arms covering much of your back, you felt safe. You pressed your face firmly into his chest. His warmth and smell enveloped your senses the way the day’s first sip of coffee tingles and warms you from the inside out. You melted into him, his smell instantly calming your mind. Tears escaped your eyes gently and there was a light heave in your chest as you held onto him.
Home. This is what home feels like.
Sy kissed the top of your head gently once again and whispered, “You wanna talk about it, Sugar?” He squeezed you harder and your arms reacted the same.
“Not really.” Sniffling and snuggling into him, you continued. “My mind isn’t always the kindest place. It’s just bothering me more than normal. It’s really not worth wasting more time and energy.. especially now that you’re here.” You looked up at him but your eyes darted down when you saw his concerned expression. You murmured quietly, “I am so glad you’re here, Sy.”
One of his large hands moved to cradle your chin, and Sy wiped the tears off your cheeks with the soft pad of his thumb.
“Babe, all you have to do is ask. Or in this case, let me insist. I’m always gonna take care of ya. Now, your orders are to go take a long shower and wash this damn day off. I’ll start dinner.” Kissing you gently, his hand stroked your cheek again. You took a deep breath, knowing that trying to argue was pointless. You nodded and started to make your way to the shower.
“Oh, and take the duffle bag. You may want that. They’re yours to keep.”
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Steamy and freshly showered, you started to dress in your comfiest attire, the ones you always dressed in on evenings like these. The whirring in your head had melted away significantly in the hot water and you were ready to spend the evening curled up in your favorite spot with your favorite person.
The mystery bag sat on the marbled bathroom counter. Curious as to what he’d brought, you reached into the duffle bag that Sy had given you only to find not one but three of his hoodies. “You beautiful, thoughtful man.” you breathed. You couldn’t help but smile, and smile hard. Tears threatened to fall yet again, but they were happy ones this time.
For the entire time you’d known him, Sy had been stubborn and extremely partial to his hoodies, never letting you steal one for long. You thought this would, for sure, change when you two finally got together after being friends for so many years previously. “Anything else.” He’d say. “You can have anything else of mine.. but the hoodies are sacred. ”
Sy lived in his hoodies, they might as well be sewn onto his body. But he had so many, surely you could steal one to keep for yourself, you’d think. He’d let you wear them, sure. Always giving you one when you were cold or packing an extra one for a weekend date getaway. You’d take one from him while at his place and snuggle into it with the full intention of stealing it... until he later snatched it back from your things or peeled it off of your body and completely distracted you with those scruffy neck kisses that made your whole body tingle with desperation.
He must have sensed how bad of a day it really was, or maybe you sounded worse than you realized on the phone because this was completely unexpected. Giving you hoodies to keep for yourself, ones that comforted you, was the best thing he could have done. “They’re yours to keep."
You reached in the bag and picked one up. The soft cotton was worn and aged, caressing your skin with the same delicacy that your big man somehow managed despite his intense nature. The scent caught your nose - it even smelled like him. He must have worn them recently or sprayed his irresistible cologne… but they smelled exactly like his skin. Spicy, warm, and inviting. You slipped it on your body and smiled big. Breathing in deeply, ingraining the scent into your senses, you let it calm you just the way that Sy was always able to. Wanting his hoodie was silly, but it was beyond comfortable, and it was almost as good as when he held you. Almost.
—
The kitchen smelled of one of your favorite meals, chicken piccata. Cooking was normally your territory because you loved it so much, but Sy was a damn good cook and could honestly give you a run for your money.
“Better?” Sy had made himself at home in your kitchen, dinner almost finished. He poured you a glass of wine and his eyes sparkled when he looked at you.
Taking a sip and setting your glass gently on the counter, you walked behind him and snaked your arms around his tummy, pressing your cheek between his shoulder blades. You placed gentle kisses on his clothed back, silently thanking him. His free hand covered and squeezed where yours met.
“Much better now. It’s like you know me or something” you joked. You inhaled heavily, getting a double dose of his delectable scent from both him and his hoodie. A shiver ran down your spine, your body responding to him. “Mm, Sy you smell so good… even better than the food.”
Sy turned in your arms, one hand with a finger pointed at you, knowing your tune had changed. “Woman, ya need to contain yourself. We’re not gonna let this food get cold tonight. I’m crushing it over here.” He grinned big as you chuckled heartily.
Sy placed both of his large hands gently on your cheeks and kissed you tenderly. You responded, running your hands down to grip his ass and deepening the kiss. Sy hummed and broke your kiss, “Sugar, I love ya, but you need to walk away now. Dinner. It’s happenin’. You need to eat, I know you haven’t.” It was true. You hadn’t done much but barely nibble today. It was incredulous how observant Sy was; he always knew.
Ignoring his statement, you licked your lips.
“Damn right I do.” You weren’t a great winker, but you tried your best. Sy pursed his lips and gave you the look; he looked like a carbon copy of yourself when he did that. It was the look that you always gave him when he started the same antics on you. Hands still on his ass, you pulled his beefy hips into yours and kissed him again. He growled slightly, “Mmm. Go, dinner’s almost ready.”
You gave his delicious ass a quick squeeze and as you turned to grab your wine, he smacked your ass in return. “You really do look fuckable in my clothing.”
“Oh, so it’s me who can’t control herself, sure thing.”
“You’re damn right, Sugar.” He even mimicked your terrible wink while you rolled your eyes at him. He chuckled and turned back to finish preparing dinner.
—
Plates empty, movie rolling, second glass of wine poured, Sy had wrapped you in his arms again as he cuddled you on the couch. You sat relaxed between his thick legs while he pressed soft scruffy kisses to your head and shoulders.
You leaned your head into the space between his shoulder and his neck. Turning your head, you looked up at him.
“So how long do I have before my access to this hoodie has been revoked?”
Smirking, Sy kissed your cheek. “Baby, I told you, they're yours. Really, I want ya to have them.”
“Yea, like I believe that. Do you know how many times I have unsuccessfully tried to steal one of these?”
You didn’t think you’d ever seen him so smug. “Obviously — I’ve caught ya every time, Sugar.” You turned away, rolling your eyes yet another time.
Sy’s hands grabbed one of yours and gently began to massage it, creating small circle patterns over every inch.
Suddenly, gratitude and emotion washed over you, and you turned a little to put a hand on his bearded cheek guiding his eyes to find your own.
"I'm sorry about tonight... it wasn't my intention to make you take care of me." Your eyes flickered downwards, your resolve slipping. "But I'm so glad you did."
"Sugar, I'd scrub the baseboards with a toothbrush if it meant spendin' time with ya. And, as terrible as that sounds, if you asked, I'd oblige... grumpily, but I'd do it. Just to be near ya."
Your eyes shot back up to his and you couldn't control the big grin that spread across your face. "Hey, enough of making fun of that! You know I legitimately enjoy it. That kind of detail cleaning is so satisfying to me."
Sy's eyes could not have rolled more dramatically. "I'll agree to disagree, babe." Giggling, you're heart felt full.
“Sy.. thank you. For dinner, for holding me, for being here... and especially for the hoodies. I know it seems dumb, and I know you’re partial to them, but they bring me so much comfort, almost like you can. And I love when I can smell them and think of you. You have no idea how that alone can calm me. Just... thank you for being who you are.” You reached up to press your lips to his and kissed him softly.
“I wondered if you’d noticed, I put them all on for a little bit after showerin' earlier. I like having my smell all over you.” Sy hummed lightly and brought his lips to nuzzle your neck. He lightly nipped at your earlobe and suckled behind it — your weakness.
He pulled away from you and caressed your chin with his calloused hand again. His eyes were soft and glossy. Sy’s voice sounded more vulnerable than you’d normally ever heard him. “Sugar, you have me. Every bit of me. And I will always, always, protect you and do everything within my power to remind you that I will be here for you every day, even the bad ones. You don’t have to do it alone anymore. Promise me you won’t?” Your head nodded. “You are so loved, baby. So loved.”
Your lips met gently and you pressed your forehead to his. Your breaths synced as you sat in blissful stillness.
Finally, you parted when Sy said “Just remember, only those hoodies. The rest are to stay where they belong, ya hear me?” His face was completely serious as he searched yours for the correct answer.
“See, I knew there was a catch.” You belly-laughed. “Don’t worry, Captain, they’ll stay where they belong. I won’t push the boundary… yet.”
The Cheshire Cat had nothing on Sy’s sexy grin. “Good girl.” He rewarded you with another bite to your earlobe. “As for this one,” He reached for the hem of the hoodie you were wearing and began to raise it over your head, “I love it on ya, but it would look much better on the floor.”
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I do not own Sandcastle or any characters relating to it.
