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π•˜π•šπ•π•šπ•’ 𝕀π•₯. 𝕝𝕠𝕖 | α΄…α΄€α΄œΙ’Κœα΄›α΄‡Κ€-κœ±α΄‡α΄€ ([personal profile] seaboard) wrote in [community profile] thesunandthesea2025-06-09 03:32 am
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[personal profile] madaboutit 2025-06-19 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
God, there will never be a day he doesn't delight in her flush. Sweeney sucks his lip slowly, trying to paint the picture in his mind. Then it occurs to him that there may be another option. His expression softens, even as his temptation grows more wicked.

"Will you show me?"

Please say yes. Please say yes. Please say yes.
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[personal profile] madaboutit 2025-06-19 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
He can't help but fall for that blend of shy indulgence. If she's willing, shedding his clothes is an easy price to pay. Especially when they're between him and those exquisite pale tits.

Sweeney's hands raise to hurriedly unfasten his cloak so it can fall to the floor. Unless otherwise deterred or assisted, he's looking to make short work of the task. His eyes are keenly focused and unblinking as he keeps his mischievous smile tightly reined. After the cloak, his fingers take to the buttons of his doublet.
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[personal profile] madaboutit 2025-06-23 09:06 am (UTC)(link)
Shucking his doublet, he's quick to move to the foot of the bed when she crawls up on it. He wants the best view. And that view is fucking exquisite. For a moment, he gets stuck in it, just staring with a slack jaw. God...and she's his wife. His Beautiful Wife. How did he get so fucking lucky?

Sweeney bends awkwardly, trying to yank his boots off without completely abandoning the sight of her. It is not the most graceful execution, but he manages to get both of them free and cast safely aside where he's not at risk of tripping over them. Next order of business is his trousers, which are much easier to handle. In the meantime, his grin is renewed, wide and hungry. Tugged off, they're tossed somewhere near his boots.

Without thinking, Sweeney raises his arms to pull his shirt over his head, but then there's unexpected fire, and it makes his hurry stutter as he has to take a more careful path to get the garment off. He's successful though, and he sees that it caps the pile of clothing.

His smile is weaker, but he pushes it through for her. Somewhere along the way of his wanting to see her, he'd forgotten that it would mean she'd also see him, and well...the campaign has been eventful.

Sweeney's scarred flesh is freshly colored; bruises and cuts over many areas of him. Most are par for the course, battle being unkind by nature, but he has a wide bandage around his trunk. It's stained, but not bleeding through. The more noteworthy part is the dark purple that creeps out from its edges. The blow had been brutal, but it hadn't bested him, and he'd made it home to his precious son and his utterly delicious wife. That's what matters.
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[personal profile] madaboutit 2025-06-24 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
Hell, why hadn't he asked to watch this before? Sweeney subconsciously wraps his hand around his cock, but tilting it downward, with the back of his hand mostly obscuring the increasingly swelling flesh. It's not out of modesty; it allows him to more idly massage the blood in, instead of actual stroking.

The sight is utterly hypnotic, and he--OH NOW HER FINGERS ARE IN HER MOUTH. Sweeney stills and goes bright red. That? That he had not expected. He barely has time to think before those fingers are back in her, and she's got his name on her tongue.

Fuck. She's going to be the death of him.

The act makes him sacrifice his vantage to crawl up on the bed, aiming to get himself between her legs as he smooths his palms up them, starting at her ankles.
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[personal profile] madaboutit 2025-06-24 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
What a fucking vision. Like an angel. Who is also a whore. And is so perfectly his. It makes Sweeney's skin tingle.

He continues his way up, but keeps more upright than he might normally; both for the sake of the view and his aching side. The way she says his name makes his prick bob, unsupported, and Sweeney can't resist sliding his touch higher.

His fingertips graze the back on her hand, silently requesting that she take it out of her cunt for him. Ideally, he wants to get it pinched between his thumb and fingers so hers are pointed up when he leans forward and brings them to his lips.
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[personal profile] madaboutit 2025-06-27 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
He doesn't suck her fingers clean, but the act leaves the taste of her on his lips. When she draws back, Sweeney happily brings his freed hand to her sex, allowing the tips of his two middle fingers to slide smoothly over her skin, slicking them without penetrating her deeper than the first knuckle.

She's fucking radiant, and he knows he can't leave her wanting. Bending to kiss her, he presses deeper into her, stroking slowly as he works his way in. Sweeney makes sure to cup her at an angle to keep his thumb over her clit so she can wriggle against it.

Warm and tight, the feel of her only reminds him of all that he's missed. The image that kept him company in his time away doesn't start to do her justice, any more than his hand does when it offers proxy to the clench of her cunt. There's nothing like the real thing.
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[personal profile] madaboutit 2025-07-02 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
The profession of her love warms him, and his stroke slows long enough for him to tilt his head back and meet her eyes.

"My love fer you is what brings me home; puts my spurs in my mare's side; knowin' that every hoofbeat brings me a moment closer ta bein' in yer arms again. This is where I wanna be." Not sharing a bed with someone else. Sweeney leans to kiss her again, deep but not lingering, so he's able to whisper against her lips.

"With you, my love." He sneaks another kiss before he smiles, not straying from her skin.

"My beautiful, beautiful wife."

It had been one of the first words he'd learned, and even with all they've grown and shared since, he refuses to let it go. It keeps their love fresh in his heart and in his loins, and he has no plans to sacrifice that, just because the word is simple.
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[personal profile] madaboutit 2025-07-06 07:52 am (UTC)(link)
Sweeney hadn't been sure how hard it would be to get her off, in her current state, but there's relief and satisfaction that he's still properly armed for the task. He rides her though, slowing but not abandoning her.

Her kiss is met when open indulgence; he loves when she breathes the ripples of her ecstasy past his lips. The biting catches him off-guard, but it's only a moment before he's welcoming that, too, and he's ready to match the affections. But then she's pulling him down more insistently, and something starts to cut through his haze of lust.

"Luv..." He moans the words against her mouth.

"The baby."

Sweeney's worried about putting too much weight against her. That said, it doesn't seem to deter him from the rest of the activity, and between his teeth and tongue, it's obvious that his neglected cock is going to need some sort of attention in the near future.
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[personal profile] madaboutit 2025-07-06 09:02 am (UTC)(link)
It takes him a moment to match the word with the encouragement of her hands, but soon enough, Sweeney's following her direction onto his back. A wince heralds a hiss as the pain in his side flares; luckily, her balm is readily available. His hands find her hips, but it's only to anchor him; he doesn't make any attempt to steer her.

"Yes--yes--" he breathes, muscles taut in anticipation. The slick and the promise of warmth has his twitching in her hand.

"Fuck, yes."
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[personal profile] madaboutit 2025-07-06 09:37 am (UTC)(link)
Sweet holy fuck.

When she takes him in one go, he almost chokes on his tongue, and his grip tightens instinctively.

But it's her words than undo him. Over their time together, he's become far more fluent, especially when it comes to the current topics.

"Don't stop," he breathes, his eyes rolling as he squeezes them shut. Sweeney aches to thrust, but any attempt that direction sears fire in his ribs. He has to be patient. Let her do the work. It's torturous. And sublime. His eyes flash open again, seeking hers.

"Please...please...don't stop."

He's already starting to lose words to the baser sounds that are common in their liaisons. They just happen to be getting more primally eager at the moment.
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[personal profile] madaboutit 2025-07-06 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, so that's worth the pain. Every bounce of it. Sweeney's used to having her forward, which allows for her mouth against his skin and the beautiful friction of their bodies. But it's not an option, so he's committed to making do. He hadn't been prepared for the sight of her though, arched back and taking him.

Tits and belly swollen, symbols both of their love and how much he delights in being inside her, his hands dart up to her breasts. She's always too much, even for his large hands, but having them cradled now, they feel heavier still as they spill amply over the edges of his touch. Sweeney isn't thinking clearly enough to worry about the potential change in sensitivity; he just squeezes and massages as she rides, rolling and pinching her nipples as he does. He can't force himself to blink; he wants to remember every glorious moment of this encounter.
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[personal profile] madaboutit 2025-07-09 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
Holy hell, the sounds she makes. Between those and the way her cunt clings to him, it's like being lost at sea. Sweeney struggles for focus, but the sensation keeps knocking him off-kilter. It doesn't help that he can't drive. On top of that, he can't even properly tug her hips without spikes of pain. So her orgasm is a gift, but also dumps him in an unfamiliar realm of vulnerability. She's giggling, and he's aching. Desperately.

"More--please--" Then he remembers what she's actually said.

"I love you--" he adds hastily, his touch sliding down from her breasts the swell of her hips. Sweeney's eyes plead, shortly before his tongue follows suit.

"Please--I need you--" He squirms beneath her, as if it will help.

"--please."