I feel like all of you forgot that Gustaf told Cafe Magazine that Stellan taught him to roll joints! Like why is Bill having weed a surprise to literally anyone?
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Kinktober Day 24 (Belated)
Floki - Jealousy
Randomised Character/Person - Prompt from this list
He hates the way Rollo puts his hand over your arm and leans in as he talk to you. He hates the admitting way you smile at Thorsten. He hates the way you tilt your head as you listen to Ragnar's stories.
You are not theirs. You are his.
His alone.
He grabs you by the arm and drags you off.
He takes you to a secret little place in Kattegat, seeing how the boatyard is too far out.
"Floki, what has gotten into you?" You demand. He scoffs, pulling you to him for a possessive kiss. You moan softly against his lips. He licks into your mouth right away.
You whimper, meeting his tongue with your own. He grabs at your arse and your hips, rucking up your dress.
"Get my breeches." He hisses. It is an order.
You undo the laces of your breeches. "Good, now I will show you that you are mine." The Boatsmith hisses. He's evidently possessive and jealous.
"You are the only one for me." You cooe. But you know your verbal assurance is not enough. Floki will have to stake his claim.
Not that you mind.
You ruck up your skirts. "Go ahead, claim me." You cooe.
Floki shoves you against the nearest wall and you pull down his breeches. You wrap your leg around his hip and line him up. Floki whines and shoves forward.
"Gods." You moan. Floki humms in agreement. "Yes, my love, yes." He growls.
He fits inside you perfectly. It is like the Gods made him for you and you for him. You are his and his alone. He is yours, all yours.
He kisses you fiercely. You taste the possessiveness on his tongue as he licks into your mouth.
"You are mine." He growls. "I don't want anyone else to look at you. I want no one else to touch you. Only I." He sneers as he thrusts into you, again and again.
You gasp, baring your throat to him, surrendering to his greed. "I am yours, Floki, I am yours." You assure him in a gasping, airy tone.
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