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norel-ravenclaw · 14 days

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The First Night [Rio Ortiz x MC]

Pairing: Rio Ortiz x Emma | Ikemen Prince CWs: fluff, wedding night, suggestive, mature themes, emotional first-time, canon divergence, Emma was never Belle in this so Rio's route didn't happen Summary: Rio and Emma’s first night together as a married couple Word count: 4k A/N: Happy Birthday Rio <3

Emma’s laugh reverberated through the room, even as the door to it was closed and she was behind it.

“Stop it, Rio! We’re both going to fall and get hurt!” She wiggled inside his sloppy hold until he let go of her.

“I said I’m not letting you get through that door unless you’re in a princess carry.” He repeated in a cheerful tone. “Come on now.” He bent down, trying to pick Emma up for the second time. And this time, he was a bit more successful in picking her up – both because she was willing and knew what was going on, and because he had a better idea of her weight now. That, however, didn’t stop Emma from laughing into his neck.

“Do I open the door?” She stopped giggling enough to ask the question, which made Rio snort. It felt good that they were having fun even with this silly ‘event’.

“Yes, please, that would actually help me.” Rio’s cheeks were coloured a rosy pink, but Emma couldn’t see it as she extended her arm enough to unlock the door and give it a little nudge that would open it completely.

Rio hoisted Emma up in his arms, which made her yelp, and finally crossed the door threshold. His steps were slow and deliberate, and even if anyone else could think it was because of having to lift Emma, it wasn’t. He was carrying a much different weight with himself inside that room.

It was their wedding night.

The day had passed in a whirlwind, and at times, Rio seriously believed it had all been a dream, that he was feverish, and his mind had created a twisted fantasy which would bring him to heaven only to crush him down. But it was reality, and having Emma’s body weight pulling down on his arms and making his muscles burn was the only remedy that told him the truth.

He let go of her on the centre of the king-size bed, but before he could stand up to close the door, she caught him by the forearms and left a quick peck on his cheek. It was shy and sweet, like the smile Emma offered him, illuminated by the light coming from the door.

“I am the luckiest man alive.” The words escaped Rio’s mouth by reflex, but the speed of his beating heart told him they sounded so different now.

“Then close the door and come make me the luckiest woman alive.” The corners of her mouth moved playfully, causing a delectable chill to run through Rio’s body. He obliged quickly, returning to her side with bated breath.

He climbed onto the bed, finding her busy unfastening the straps on her shoes. Those beautiful shoes she had saved up for months to buy. Those shoes Rio hadn’t been allowed to see properly until that moment. Those shoes were now coming undone, revealing her tender feet hidden by the stockings.

Rio felt like he was melting. How was he going to survive tonight?

The sound of the shoes hitting the ground brought him back to his senses, and he did the same with his own boots. Climbing back onto the mattress, he moved up to where she seemed to be waiting for him.

“Hey,” he greeted her in a whisper, so low and yet it could be heard so clearly in the silence of the room.

“Hi,” she replied, and her eyes glimmered in the light of the moon that entered through the light curtains of the window. “We’re now married.”

“Husband and wife,” he added, his intense gaze never leaving her eyes. Until the intensity of the moment pushed him to bury his face on the side of her neck, muffling a chuckle. Emma’s body tensed under the sudden and new proximity, only to relax after a few seconds. It was all new, and yet it felt almost familiar.

Rio lifted his face, tickling her ear with his hair, and looked at her, their faces closest they had ever been.

“This is new,” Emma interrupted the moment, nervous about what was happening, and what was to come.

“It is. Although I’ve been dreaming of this for so long, I think I’ve memorised it.” His words stole a giggle from her.

“Oh, Rio…” Her whisper was as gentle as her hand landing on his cheek. An invitation. And how could he refuse her? He’d be mad. So, he closed the distance between their lips slowly, not because he wanted her to have an opening, a way to run away, but because he wanted to savour every beat of this moment.

Their first kiss was soft and chaste. Just a brushing of warm skin against skin.

It was brief, even though both of their minds made it to last an eternity. And then came the gasping, like they were already running out of air. It would’ve made them laugh at any other moment, but not this time. Now, they were lost in the burning desire that spread in the deepest parts of their souls, only timidly peeking through their eyes.

They stared at each other, faces so close, light so dim, that they weren’t completely sure if they were seeing right, or if they were imagining the other’s face. Then, a little tentative. Emma grabbed the collar of Rio’s shirt, half to give him a hint, half to convince herself he was there, and everything was happening.

Rio didn’t hesitate, as he melted into the moment, moulding his lips to hers. This time, a little less chaste. Pecking at her lips gently, slowly, like he needed to put all his love into every small action to make sure that it reached her. And it did.

Trembling a little at first, Emma opened her lips and started mimicking Rio’s actions, softly gracing his lips with hers. His hand on her cheek moved to the back of her neck, cradling her head, and the comforting sensation made her gain a bit of confidence.

“You’re so good at this,” Rio whispered breaking the kiss. “How can you be so perfect?”

The comment wasn’t unfamiliar, but it still took Emma a few seconds to understand. His words seemed to have completely different meanings now. They were no longer close friends. Now they were kissing.

Emma had been so afraid she wouldn’t live up to Rio’s expectations. It was one thing being someone’s object of platonic affection, and it was another to test their physical affinity.

Could Emma survive Rio’s fantasies of her? She didn’t like being up on a pedestal, but she liked even less having to fall from it.

“What are you thinking?” Rio flicked her hair to the back of her neck and traced the shell of her ear. Emma realised she had been holding her breath when his caress brought her back to her body.

“Nothing,” she quickly replied, adding a strained giggle. She was sure Rio couldn’t see her face properly, but she also knew he was smarter than that. He knew her so well, that he didn’t need much to be able to read her.

It hurt when the absence of his touch on her materialised. He got up from the bed and went to the lamp by the window, on an old desk. He lit it and before Emma’s eyes were used to the new light, he was back at her side.

“Talk to me?” His eyes were hopeful and calm, but under that first layer, she could also see a hint of worry. A worry he was restraining. He took her hands in his.

“I am scared.” She wanted to sound simple, but her voice ended up being too airy for that.

“Of what?”

“Of everything. Of this.” Emma moved her head slightly, shifting her gaze to the curtains draping the canopy bed. “Everything is so new. It’s all new to me. I don’t know anything, and it’s scary. I don’t want to disappoint you.” She looked down, not feeling brave enough to meet his gaze.

“My sweet angel,” Rio spoke in a whisper and squeezed her hands, caressing so softly it almost tickled Emma. “This is all new to me, too. We’re discovering all this together. And there is no way, no way on Earth, that you’d ever disappoint me.” His voice got heavy with the pain he felt in his heart. The last thing he wanted was to put pressure on her. He would hate himself for that.

“But what if I do?” Emma dared to look into his eyes again.

“What if I disappoint you, then?” Rio’s face contorted in a sad smile.

“That’s impossible.” Her fast and loud response seemed to bounce off the walls, surprising her.

“See?” Rio kissed the back of her hands. “We feel the same. We’re already joined in mind, heart, and soul.” He showed her a radiant smile this time, and she felt her heart relaxing. “We don’t have to do anything else. And we don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”

“But we’re wife and husband now.”

“That doesn’t have to change anything.” Rio squeezed her hands, caressing the back of her hands. He had a soft smile, and he looked happy, content, satisfied even. But that didn’t please Emma.

“What if I want it to change?” She searched his eyes for a hint of his real feelings, not the care and protection that his love for her distilled. She wanted to know deep down, what were his real desires? Were they the same as hers?

“Then, we’ll also become one in spirit.” His lips parted into a warm smile, reaching his eyes. And there she saw; it was all the same to him. It was really, all the same. He loved her no matter what she was willing to give.

And she wanted to give him everything. She wanted to become everything for him. And his gentle gaze and touch told her he would accept everything she had to give.

Her hands moved in his, twisting enough to interlace their fingers together. That was also a first.

“Your hands fit just perfectly into mine.” He whispered, and Emma felt the slow building of anticipation begin. Their eyes jumped from their joined hands to each other’s faces. Their bodies moved at the same time, closing the distance once more. When their lips reunited, the intertwining of their hands dissolved. Emma closed her lips around his bottom lip, and Rio opened his mouth to caress her upper lip with his tongue, so light that she felt a tickling sensation.

But her brain couldn’t focus on that for too long since his hands moved now to her body. One caressed the side of her ribcage, the other landing on one of her thighs. It was too much and not enough at all, and none of them knew what to do with the intoxicating feelings the other caused in them.

“Can I take your shirt off?” Emma broke the kiss and found herself asking the question before her brain was connected to her mouth. It seemed her body had decided to take the reins. He nodded, an adventurous smile and a cheeky glint adorning his face. It was an invitation. Maybe at some other time, he would’ve ignored the way she had asked and would’ve quickly disrobed himself. But not today. Not from now onwards, no. If she wanted to be the one to take his clothes off, he would grant her wishes with pleasure.

But Emma’s hands didn’t move, and neither did his. She had been surprised both by her boldness and by the fact that Rio hadn’t jumped to action as he usually did. He was waiting, waiting for her. It seemed to tell her ‘I’ll go at your own pace.’

When her fingertips reached his shirt’s collar, she hesitated to take this chance. She didn’t simply grab hold of the fabric. She instead decided to grace the warm skin of his neck with her fingers, caressing softly. Rio sighed at the touch, closing his eyes. Seeing him like that, completely still and yet so calm, so exposed to her, gave her a little more confidence. And a dance started.

She undid the first button and took advantage of the newly freed skin. She touched his collarbone, revelling in the sturdiness. Unbuttoning further, she marvelled at the firmness of his chest. Then came his ribs, and his abdomen. She had known Rio took good care of his physique, but she had never seen – much less touched – a man like this. She wanted to touch his back and explore the muscles there, but once the last button was released, it was as if something in him changed.

“Can I touch you too?” He charged forward, his exhale hitting her lips. Her whole body lit up, and she almost forgot to answer the question.

His shirt started slipping from his shoulders as he shifted on the bed. She bit her lip, nervous and excited to feel him travelling through her skin.

But Rio hadn’t exactly asked if he could take anything off her. Not yet. He mimicked her actions, and gently touched her neck, caressing so softly, she would’ve thought he had been using a feather. He reached the back of her neck and massaged, working her nape and shoulders lightly. And then his touch disappeared.

Before Emma opened her eyes, she felt him shifting on the bed again.

“I’ll take off your corset.” There was the hint of a question, and Emma moved her hair away in response, shifting her body sideways so that Rio didn’t have to move so much.

His movements were skilled and yet careful to free her of the restrictions with ease. It made her want to melt, and he hadn’t even begun touching her properly.

When the corset fell from her body, she turned towards him, taking it, and pushing the corset farther away on the bed. His eyes travelled down her body, and he licked his lips unconsciously. At the action, Emma felt that the anticipation was winning the battle against her nervousness.

He moved closer to her and played with the frills on the collar of her shirt. Then, one cautious finger caressed her shoulder, forming idle figures. Then, as he went down her arm, he brushed the outer part of his knuckles against her, earning a shudder from her.

Emma liked having his attention on her but didn’t want to fall behind in making use of this chance. She reached for his skin, tracing it with curious hands. His chest pushed up and down, and he shortened the distance between their bodies. She felt his breath on her ear as he spoke.

“I want to kiss all your body…can I?” The intensity of his desire made him sound almost desperate. Emma felt the fear and embarrassment give way to her desire like he was coaxing it out of her.

“Please.”

He placed a soft kiss on the shell of her ear and then descended her neck, kissing as much of her skin as he could. When he arrived at her collarbone, he stopped briefly to look at her. She had her eyes closed and lips parted in what seemed a pleased, albeit silent, gasp. Seeing her like that made him continue with renewed vigour. He kissed her chest over the shirt, not daring quite yet to do more than graze her nipples in passing. When he reached her stomach, he continued peppering her with kisses, a little more playful. She giggled as he pretended to chew on her.

She took his face between her hands and forced him to look at her. He smiled fondly at the amused and relaxed look on her face – there was no trace of her past nerves now.

He undid her skirt next, but as he took it off and revealed her petticoat, she reversed their positions, getting on top of him. Now it was his time to receive.

Emma explored his skin to her heart’s content, caressing the firm muscles, kissing any remains of the tension from the day away. Her tentative licking got a gasp out of him, and she pressed open-mouth kisses through his torso, lapping and gracing at his skin. When her hands stumbled on the waistband of his trousers, her excitement was burdened by anxiety once more.

Rio perceived the change in her face and demeanour and sat up.

“Hey,” he whispered, taking her face in his hands. She looked at him and her features relaxed into a small smile, but it still had a note of uneasiness. “It’s just me, there’s nothing to worry about.” She pressed her lips together. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

She let out a shaky exhale and nodded against his touch. He kissed her nose, the space between her eyebrows, her eyelids, and her forehead. Then, he pressed his forehead to hers and they breathed together for a few seconds until her rhythm felt more relaxed.

“I want to touch you,” she started, pulling away to be able to look at his face properly. “But I don’t know how to, and…”

“Would it help if I guided your hand?”

She pondered his words before nodding slowly. He took one of her hands and kissed her palm and fingers gently, with his gaze still fixed on her. Then, slowly, he guided her hand to his trousers. He pressed down gently, and she felt the shape and hardness over his clothes.

“This is only for you.” Rio squeezed a little bit and she felt it twitch. “I am only yours, Emma. From now on—”

“Until death makes us part.” She completed, moving closer to Rio and straddling him to give him a quick peck on the lips. He chuckled at the lack of hesitation and removed his hand from over hers, to grab her hips and pull her closer against him.

She felt him grinding against her core and couldn’t hold back a pleased gasp. He groaned in return, his hands diving under her shirt to caress the skin on her back directly. She shook in his hold when his hips rolled against hers and they spoke at the same time.

“More—” the word escaped her mouth before her tongue could hold it back.

“Can I—” Rio cut himself when he heard her. “More?” The anticipation in his voice made her bite her lower lip. His hands travelled quickly to her hips, and he drove her into him, this time earning a timid moan from her. The sound drove him wild. “I want to lick you.” He panted against her chest, and she made an affirmative sound, holding onto his shoulders.

The next moment, none of their brains registered how her shirt ended up discarded on the floor. Her brain was too busy with the sensation of his tongue on one of her nipples. And his brain only paid attention to her breathing and her sounds.

He licked and sucked, rolling his tongue in all the possible ways his body could come up. When he felt her breathing become superficial, he continued his ministrations on her, holding her in place as his hips met hers. The moment she shook and her breathing stuttered, he fell over the edge with her.

Emma slumped on him, and he hugged her, his head buzzing with the recent high. She placed a hand over his heart and felt it beating madly, making her giggle. The sound of her laughter made him all mushy.

“This was amazing.” She sat up and looked at him with rosy cheeks.

“You look even more beautiful right now.” He caressed her cheek with one hand, slowly travelling down her neck. “You are so incredibly gorgeous, Emma.” She blushed under his gaze. “I am the luckiest man alive.” The familiar words sounded different now, more confident. “I want to explore more of your body, can I?”

“I love you, Rio,” she replied, and his chest swelled up.

“I love you, Emma.” He placed a hand behind her head, and she leaned towards him until they joined in a slow kiss. His other hand caressed her knee and sneaked under her petticoat, fondling the softness of her thighs. He opened his legs a little, creating space between their bodies. “Can I touch you?” After her affirmative, his hand moved to her core. He sighed when he felt her wetness.

He massaged her folds slowly and Emma closed her eyes. When he rubbed her sensitive bundle of nerves, her lips parted and the sweetest sigh tickled Rio’s ears.

He loved seeing her like that, vulnerable and abandoning herself to the pleasure he was giving her. And he wanted to give her so much more. Wanted to fill her to the brim, until all her nerve endings were on fire and her body was spent. He wanted to satisfy the neediness only he could see.

“Rio,” she whispered, leaning her forehead against the hand she had on his shoulder.

“Yes, love?” He moved the hand that rested on her back to her head, petting her hair. She turned towards his face and opened her eyes to look at him. In a moment, the distance between their lips was reduced and they kissed sloppily until Emma’s breathing became ragged. Rio felt her panting on his face and his fingers moved faster until her legs spasmed. She gasped for air and stopped his hand with hers.

Understanding the gesture, he removed his hand from her heat and caressed her inner thigh, not wanting to stop touching her completely. Emma giggled at the wetness he was spreading on her skin as he kept tracing idle figures. She sighed and looked at him, smiling.

“Emma, you—” Rio started saying but interrupted himself when he felt her hand sneaking down and start rubbing on the stiffness forming inside his trousers again. The confident smile she had on her face made him twitch. “Touch me?”

She bit her lip as she focused on undoing his trousers. When she hesitated, his hand found hers once more and guided her to stroke him. Her touch was soft and yet it was enough to make him blush deeply.

“You can go harder.” He squeezed her hand with his. Then, he had to fight to keep his eyes open, but he wouldn’t miss a second of looking at her like that. “Can I finger you?” He squeezed her thigh and started caressing her groin. She nodded and he removed his other hand from over hers, to caress her cheek and give a gentle peck to her lips. After that, he squeezed her hip and his hand rubbed her folds again, making his fingers slick with her wetness.

His finger pushed slowly at her entrance, and her body welcomed it. He buried his face on her chest as the movements of her hand on him mirrored his finger going in and out of her. When he felt her squeezing him, it became too much. He stopped her hand and leaned back to look at her.

“I want to make love to you, Emma.” When her walls squeezed again, a moan caught on his throat. He removed his finger as she nodded, excitement and nervousness travelling in the minimal space between them. “Shall we take these off?” He looked down at their clothes and they both giggled. She climbed off him and took off her petticoat while he did the same with his trousers.

Emma felt her heart beating wildly as Rio took her by the hand and guided her to his lap. In this new nakedness, she felt more exposed than before. She straddled him and he grabbed her hips to press against his. Then, he cupped her face and kissed her like that was the only thing that mattered.

Their lips moved and their tongues explored, and in that dance, their bodies rubbed against each other, creating a new flood of desire. When they broke the kiss, panting against each other, Emma raised her hips and Rio guided his member to her entrance.

She relaxed into him, welcoming the new sensation. And then, they were one.

Never breaking eye contact, they peered into each other’s hearts, like the limit between their souls had blurred. Rio’s tears fell to his cheeks. He was convinced, this time he would really die of happiness.

A/N: I took some liberties with their clothing (some to be “historically” accurate, some to adapt it to this 'AU') so if you noticed something different or missing, that’s it. Hope you enjoyed! Interactions, comments and reblogs are always highly appreciated <3

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norel-ravenclaw · 18 days

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Dom!Sariel x needy!reader

18+ Minors DNI

for my IRL best friend who is #1 Sariel fan, hope you liked this bestie I love you

General warnings: Fem pronouns, AFAB reader, reader is more forward than MC in-game.

TW: Aphrodisiac, Face fucking, whipping, spanking, Dacryphilia, hair pulling, almost being caught

After not meeting expectations for a recent exam given by the Minister himself and your lover, you were surprised to see instead of his typical chastising, Sariel sits you down with a cup of tea. Unbeknownst to you, the true punishment lie at the bottom of the teacup... where he snuck a particularly strong aphrodisiac.

"What is the name of the 4th king of Rhodolite, and what is he known for?" A seductive voice inquired, looking down at your naked body stomach down and back arched upon the very desk you had failed your exam on. Your wrists were bound together and your legs spread by the force of Sariels strong arms, teasing your dripping entrance with the tip of his cock. With your cheeks flushed red and beads of sweat covering your trembling body, it was obvious to any on-looker that you were not focused on the words coming out of his mouth.

"I- urgh-" You whined, "Don't know- fuck..." You let out a high-pitched moan as you tried to move your ass in an attempt to deepen his length inside of you, a desperate attempt to fill the emptiness that was itching for the comfort of your lover. Sariel 'tsked' and hummed in disappointment, completely removing himself from the warmth between your legs leaving you complaining about his absence. You attempted to move your head to flash him a needy stare, however, he pushed your head back down to the wood with a look of condensation.

"Uh-uh-uh..." Sariel sang, "I did not give you permission to move." You heard the familiar crack of a whip with a stinging left upon your ass that you had become tolerant to. That didn't make it sting any less, though. You yelped in surprise, going to scoot away from the black-haired devil before his hands wrapped around the outside of your thighs and roughly pulled you back with his hands. Without saying a word, he whipped you once more with a choked-out sob and moan leaving your body confused between the line of pleasure and pain. He frequented the use of his whip, but with the added sensitivity of the drink he had given you left your body in such a state of desire and sensitivity that it was particularly a strange sensation. The way the stinging left you wetter with every snap of his whip despite the pain it was supposed to bring, the hairs on your body standing on edge with great anticipation of every new mark he left upon your skin.

"This aphrodisiac is far more effective than I gave Prince Keith credit for..." Sariel smiled with satisfaction, using a gloved hand to spread the lips of your entrance and watch as your glistening slick substance dripped from your twitching hole. "If I hadn't known better, I would have mistaken you for a bitch in heat," instead of entering his fingers into you as you had hoped he would, instead you heard footsteps back and you turned your head in an attempt to peek at what he was doing. It was obvious he was teasing you, not giving you the fullness you desired, and completely disregarding your begs and whines. He could tell you were becoming more and more agitated every time he would touch you without gratifying you fully, the annoyance showing in your defiant glare.

Sariel folded his arms and looked down at you with a smirk and eyes of mischief, taking his whip out once more and caressing the handle of it.

"Since that question was so hard, I'll give you another chance. But I caution you to think through it wisely," he hummed, using the popper of the whip to glide gently as a warning against your sore bottom.

"This is- ugh," You huffed, "This is dumb! I'm sorry I got the exam wrong, but this is just cruel," You whined, your arms and knees throbbing from holding your body up, "Please Sariel, please fuck me, It burns, I need something in me..." You whined. Raising an eyebrow, Sariel bit his bottom lip at such a needy and desperate display. It wasn't often you were as vocal with your needs, the filth that was drawing out of your typically collected lips caused him to harden almost in an instant.

"If I simply gave into what you want," He held back his urge to ravish you right then and there, adjusting himself where he stood in front of your face, "Then that would defeat the entire purpose of your punishment. You failed your exam, and now you must pay the price for it...I'm disappointed in you, you know?" He pointed out, grabbing your hair and pulling your head towards his throbbing cock.

"Let us make a compromise, then. If you do well in this task, then I will give you what you want. Does that sound fair?" Without so much as a complaint coming out and only eager to receive what you were craving, you were almost too eager to open your mouth and take in his length. He chuckled at such a pathetically needy display, groaning as the warmth of your mouth engulfed him as far as you could go.

"I know you can do better than that," Sariel let out a groan from the back of his throat, gently wiping the tears that pricked the side of your eyes as you attempted to take him further. He used his thumb to rub your cheek with the affection of a man you wouldn't have guessed had tricked you into drinking an aphrodisiac, such small gestures leaving your legs like jelly and your stomach riddled with butterflies.

That kindness was short-lived, and you now realize was sweetness disguised as an early apology for what was yet to come. Pursing his lips and sweat beading his forehead, Sariel seemed to have reached his breaking point as he used both of his hands to grab the back of your head, forcing it down on his cock. He began to fuck your throat with reckless abandon, the sounds of wetness and gagging filling the air and tears streaming down your eyes. Watching you become an entire mess with your makeup smearing and your mixed liquids wetting your lips and cheeks, Sariel came almost embarrassingly fast. He let out a deep and uncharacteristically loud moan as he pulled out of your mouth, releasing himself over your face. You coughed aggressively and didn't have a moment to chastise your lover before he was already pulling out a handkerchief and rubbing your face apologetically.

"You did well," He said with honey coating his voice, "would you like your reward now? Or shall we stop here? I understand I was a bit-"

"Please!" You were quick to answer, "I've been asking you this whole time, please, fill me up! I need you," You whined. Sariel raised an almost surprised eyebrow before chuckling at your neediness and planting a chaste kiss on your lips, throwing the dirtied handkerchief to the side and moving to the other side of the table where your ass remained arched for him, showing off your dripping cunt enticing him to plunge inside. He pulled the top half of your body off of the desk, where your feet were now touching the ground. This made it much easier to have access to you as he pleased, lining up the tip of his cock to your entrance. Rubbing circles around your hole and spreading around your slick, he thrust forward gliding his cock on the outside of your lips to lubricate himself with your sticky substance, another needy complaint coming from you.

"Stop teasing me already and-" Your squabbling was interrupted as fast as it started, Sariel pushing himself all at once deep inside of your drenched pussy. You let out a moan and a shiver of relief, feeling full just as your body had craved. The pleasure was short-lived, for soon after beginning your moans were muffled by a hand shooting over your mouth and his hips stopped his movements against yours. You were about to protest before he whispered in your ear to be silent as footsteps sounded outside the door.

"Nobody was scheduled to be around my office this time...how annoying," Sariel grumbled. You would have put more thought into that statement if you weren't so distracted by his hips slowly and intimately grinding into you, hand still over your mouth.

"I suppose that means you'll just have to be cautious in your volume. If you make a single sound louder than permitted, we will get caught. Do you understand?" Giving him a weak nod simply to appease him, he kissed your head with a "Good girl" prior to his hips picking up in speed. His threats had little meaning as the low voices and tapping feet outside of the room faded down the hallway without even a glance to the door where such sinful acts were taking place, and you were almost certain you were now in the clear. Especially with the way the dark-haired man snapped his hips against yours, it was obvious it was empty words with little regard. He was acting as if he had been the one to drink the aphrodisiac, ironically the man who had done the planning to make you needy was acting as a wild animal drunk on the way your walls clenched down on his cock.

"It seems," He grunted, "perhaps the properties of the aphrodisiac make you much warmer inside...hah..." The slapping of skin filled the room, yet the fear of someone walking in was the least of your worries. He skillfully removed the ties around your wrists before pulling your arms back, lifting the top of your body roughly ravishing you as if he were a man starved of touch for days on end. You were in no better of shape, despite the throbbing of your knees and the film of sweat covering your exhausted body, your mind was blank with nothing but pleasure electrifying from where your lover took his place between your thighs.

tilting his head back and pulling you by your hips against his as he moaned with pursed lips, closing his eyes while his cock twitched inside your walls while your legs trembled with release. High-pitched moans elicited your lips as ropes of cum painted your swollen insides white, Sariel pulling out to watch your body practically collapsed to the ground. He swiftly caught you in his arms, smiling gently and planting a kiss of affection upon your forehead. You panted and looked up at your lover with lidded eyes fluttering shut, Sariel stroking your hair apologetically.

"You did well," He hummed with love honeying his voice, "Shall we clean you up now, my dear? And I believe a true reward is in store for your wonderful performance..."

You really did get the princess treatment afterward. After getting your clothes on he cleans up the mess left behind by your...endeavors, Sariel helped you back to your room where he bathed you and pampered your body with medicine and love. About two hours later with the effects fully worn off, you were lying in bed resting in his arms, talking about the effects of the aphrodisiac and how exactly it made you feel. You complained about the way he teased you when you felt so needy and at the mercy of his touch, the way that your body ached to have him inside of you yet his endless teasing leaving you feeling...well, words that you were not even able to properly convey.

You huffed, noticing the way he seemed to not fully grasp the extreme in which you had just gone through. Frustrated at his lack of understanding, you twisted a proposal to him.

"Next time, You're drinking that fucking potion."

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norel-ravenclaw · 1 month

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One More Round

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Keith/Reader

Words: 2326

Tags: Some Size Kink, Creampies, (light) Overstimulation, Oral (reader receiving), Reader has She/her pronouns and vagina

Summary: It's a pleasure between the two of you to spend each night that you can entangled in each other's arms, but it doesn't always end with just one side of him fulfilling his desires.

For @portrait-ninja! Thank you so much for the support!

In the dark of night, pleasure suffused the air in Keith’s bedroom. Labored breaths left your sore lips as one hand twisted the sheets beneath your fingers, the other tangling in Keith’s messy gray curls as his tongue continued its relentless lapping along your lower folds. Each long lick had you squirming, yet Keith gently held your hips down, keeping you firmly in place as he tasted your juices again and again, his mind too enamored with the flavor.

After hours lost in paperwork, helping others, and research that sapped away time, it was difficult hiding the desires ebbing within the two of you day after day. Playing up a false narrative for the sake of unspoken politeness was exhausting. Once confessing that your needs matched his, longing for blissful nights tangled within each other, Keith had been eager to comply and indulge. Now, leaving yourself at the mercy of his wide tongue and skillful hands had become a nightly routine, leaving you breathless and thankful for voicing your desires.

“A-ah!”

Once more, your back arched as he guided you ever closer to your peak, thighs resting on his broad shoulders and trying desperately not to clench against his head. Yet your writhing form didn’t deter Keith. No, it seemed to only spur him on as he switched to suckling gently on your clit again, using his free hand to tease your entrance, testing just how welcoming you were.

You squirmed at the sensation of his thick index finger easing its way inside, exploring your inner walls with a care you rarely gave yourself.

“Mmmore, please-!”

“Patience,” he murmured, kissing your tender bud.

Slowly, he dragged his thick digit out before pushing it back in, beginning a careful rhythm despite your whines for more. It was only when your nails dug into his scalp that he blessed you with another finger, your walls clenching so tightly around him that he groaned.

“Ready?”

You nodded frantically, but Keith stopped his tongue.

“I want to hear you…”

Gentle, always gentle, so much so that it almost sounded like a desperate plea. This man that could easily tower over you was begging between your legs for mere words.

“I want you,” you gasp out, rolling your hips to meet his fingers faster, “please, I'm ready, I can handle it, please-”

The words died on your tongue, transformed into a moan as Keith ramps up the pace of his fingers, pumping them harder at a tempo that has you seeing stars. This time, your legs do clamp onto either side of his head, nudging his nose deeper into your curls as he suckles your clit with a renowned fervor. His mouth stays firmly against your wet sex as you writhe once more. After the slow build up of ecstasy he walked you through, the pleasure makes your head spin as it hits its peak, orgasm causing your legs to shake- yet Keith presses on, lapping up every drop of your essence that you’re willing to part with and gift to his waiting tongue.

Keith only stops when your whines make it through to him, overstimulation of your swollen clit causing tears to prickle at your eyes. His head lifts then, illuminated by the moonlight pouring in from the window.

It gives your bleary eyes a proper view of your lover, half of his form bathed in the pale light, your juices coating his chin. It’s there, in the dead of night, that you feel as though you see the rare beast in his eyes, looking at you with a renewed hunger.

When he blinks, however, his eyes skip away from yours, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Another easily recognizable trait- his shyness, catching up to him. His worry seeping in, noting how embarrassed you could get over how wet you became with him, over your stamina being less than his own.

Sitting up, you coaxed his gaze back to you with your hands on his cheeks, dragging him into another kiss. It’s with that movement that your gentle giant melts back into you, his concerns ebbing away as you pull him back to the bed. With each meeting of your lips, Keith found himself unable to bear the seconds between them, slipping his hand behind your head to keep you in place as he greedily took your breath away.

His other hand easily grasps your leg, pulling your hips flush against his, wordlessly encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist. You eagerly comply, the stretch to accommodate his sturdy frame feeling comforting. The moment your legs lock around him, Keith rolls his hips against yours, his length rubbing between the folds of your pussy. Each rub has the head of his cock brushing against your clit, and a thrill of excitement buzzes through you at the sensation, lips breaking apart from one another as moans slip out unbidden.

It’s moments like these, where you can see the hunger etched across his features, that you’re thankful for your lover and his attentiveness. He knows how to prep you well, how to give so much focus to your pleasure, so that he can enjoy himself to the fullest as well.

“I’m sorry, I won’t be able to hold back-”

“I can take it, I promise.”

He looks apologetic, but his hand still moves between your bodies, guiding the tip of his cock against your opening.

And…Well, you could take it, but your breath always stilled at the sensation, your legs subconsciously tightening around his hips as his engorged head slowly slipped inside of you, the ridge of his dick making your toes curl as it pushed through. Keith, caring Keith, was losing more of his control as he inched his way inside, his brows furrowing together as he groaned.

“Always…So warm for me…”

His name is a keen on your lips, and it spurred him further, his grip firm on your hips as he sinks the rest of his cock inside of you in one movement.

“Gods-” The groan that leaves his lungs does nothing but spike your arousal, and you’re suddenly aware of just how sensitive you still are from earlier. Even with him giving you time to adjust to his girth, shivers of pleasure run over your skin- you’re not going to last long this time.

It goes unnoticed by Keith, who is sliding his cock out just far enough to where his tip still remains inside of you, then snaps his hips back against yours. Crying out wasn’t enough, no, the second he starts up a steady pace, your nails are at his shoulders, etching in the words you can’t speak into his skin.

“Ah, you’re sucking me in- ngh!”

The pain doesn’t deter Keith in the slightest, too enamored with the way your walls coax him further with each powerful thrust, losing himself to the pleasure you’re blessing him with. Now, his hands slide up your thighs, impulse taking over him as he grasps under your knees, pushing until he’s able to comfortably pin you down like this- knees to your chest, as he uses the leverage to fuck deeper into you.

Fuck words, you’re too busy trying not to scream as Keith continues, the intensity of his thrusts causing the bedframe to shake, rattling against the wall and surely leaving scuffs. Biting your lip, knowing how your mewls were slipping out regardless, you tried desperately to grasp onto any bit of him you could, your next orgasm approaching fast with Keith’s nonstop pounding.

It's a wonder you manage to muffle the sounds of pleasure overtaking you. Your legs strain as he continues to hold you in place, pumping himself into you with near reckless abandon.

Keith, sweet Keith, can't help himself. He's so focused on chasing his pleasure, on losing himself to the feel of your pussy begging to squeeze him dry, that he doesn't fully register that you've cumed and that you're being overstimulated further with each thrust he delivers.

Instead, he murmurs your name fervently, mixed with words of love, of encouragement, of “yes”.

When he cums, it's after he pushes himself as far into your depths as he can manage, pouring his love into you with a groan.

He lingers, breath ragged. It seems to take everything inside of him to pull out of your warm cunt, letting your legs finally hit the mattress. You’re so focused on regaining your clarity that you nearly miss the sensation of his cum seeping out of you. Until you catch a view of his face, and how he’s unable to tear his gaze away from the sight.

Keith was restrained in public, and undoubtedly shy, but after sex he wasn’t as demure as he could be. His confidence was secure in the moment, too full of your love to question himself just yet.

So his firm kisses to your jaw, in the warmth provided by the cascading water of the shower the two of you were in, moving to the back of your neck… The crook of your shoulder… They weren’t a shock, but a nice surprise as you let out a pleased sigh, happy to be pampered even more.

However, when teeth came into play- pressed against your skin, nipping enough to leave a mark, that was the first sign you had.

Followed by hands caging you against the shower wall.

No, your timid lover had slipped away again. Lost to another part of his mind, a more impatient one.

His broad chest pressed against your back as he crowded you, the rumble of his low chuckle intoxicating to hear.

“‘Bout time the two of you finished,” his thick length rubbed against your ass as he spoke, excitement causing it to stand erect once more, “are you ready for my turn, little flower?”

Were you?

You didn’t get a chance to speak before he tipped your chin up, leaning over to capture your lips between his. Even though it was the same body stealing kisses, it felt so different from what you had just experienced. Soft lips were rough against your own, demanding your attention with the intensity of each kiss.

It was difficult to break apart, but once he seemed satisfied enough at the taste of you, you managed, “I’m pretty tired, so I won’t last long-”

“Mmm, that’s what the wall is for.”

With a smirk, Keith pinned your hands against the wall in front of you, his hands engulfing yours quite easily. As you readied yourself, head swimming at his tall body flush against yours, you felt the head of his cock rub against your pussy, a breathy laugh slipping out.

“Tired, huh? You’re so wet for me though.”

“Well that’s- mph!”

There was no warning as his length pushed into you, a heady moan escaping you as your inner walls eagerly clenched around him once more.

“Mm, feel that? Feel how your cunt is sucking me in already?”

That tantalizing drawl against your ears alighted your skin once more, but the way the tile walls seemed to carry the sounds had your head spinning. His body still pressed firmly against yours, letting you feel every ridge of his muscles, the way he towered over your figure. You felt so small like this, and Keith knew it.

His hand slipped between your thighs, swiping circles around your swollen nub and chuckling at the way you jolted initially. But the longer he continued, still resting his cock deep inside, you felt that build up of pleasure again, and your legs trembled.

“He really did a number on you this time, huh?” Teeth nibbled at your ear, drawing out whimpers from your sore lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep ya steady.”

Finally, his wandering fingers left your clit alone. The small reprieve of delicious torment was pleasant, until his hands moved to your hips, grabbing firmly and keeping your pelvis a step away from the wall.

“Can’t be as nice as he would be, but I’ll make it quick so you can rest,” he murmured, planting a chaste kiss to your shoulder, “tell me if it’s too much.”

At your nod, Keith pulled his hips back to let his cock slide halfway out of you, before driving it back in hard. From that moment, you firmly planted your hands against the wall, a gasp leaving you- until his next thrust was just as powerful, his hips snapping at a pace you weren’t mentally prepared for.

You can’t help it, each time he pounds his cock inside of you, you’re having to lean more of your weight against the wall to keep some lucidity, but the tiles betray you again. Each slap of wet skin seems to reverberate due to the walls, your own lewd mewls and groans echoing in your head, aiding in the bliss overwhelming your body. If it wasn’t for Keith keeping your lower half steady, your trembling legs wouldn’t be able to keep you standing.

“A-ah, you’re clampin’ down real tight. Wanna milk me for all I’m worth, huh?” With his breathy words, Keith begins to trade the speed of his thrusts for depth, slowing down to make each pump of his cock hard enough to shake you, “just a little longer, flower, I’ll give it to ya.”

Another snap of his hips, and you're curling your toes, crying out as he keeps pushing past your own orgasm. And each rough thrust after that, he’s murmuring encouragement to you, commending you for continuing to take him again and again, until finally with one last thrust, his warm seed spills inside of you, taking both of your breath away.

Just as before, he lingers, but remains lucid enough to continue his exhausted praise, peppering it across your shoulders and neck.

And just as before, when he finally pulls his girth out of your tired pussy, you can feel the remnants of your night together, dripping out once more.

As said before, this is a fanfic for @portrait-ninja. She requested what to be included, as well as reviewed it to make sure it was to her liking. I do not want to hear any critisms, as this was completely written for her.

I am happy to have an actual Keith fanfic out now!! I feel guilty, I really do enjoy Keith, but my other favorites occupy my brain and inspo a lot more. This may be because I am always satisfied with the Keef-tent (keith content) that I run into? They've explored everything I wanted to do with him and more, haha!

This was a fun piece to write! I hope everyone enjoys it, thank you for reading!

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norel-ravenclaw · 2 months

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Hi, this is the first time I've asked anyone to write a smut fic or a smut headcanon with Keith and a very shy reader, I don't know if you do smut but if not you don't have to write. Or you can do about how Keith started the relationship with a very shy reader Note: english is not my first language, so sorry if i wrote something wrong

i do write smut!! plus your english is very good dw about it! i have two other fics on the way right now, but i'm gonna finish this one first because they're hcs and a lot more faster for me to write 😋 this is kinda hard cause i'm personally not very shy but i'll try my best! (think this turned out to be JUST nsfw hcs i swear)

this is afab reader!

idc if minors interact - nsfw under the cut

not proofread

SUPER brief hcs of how you got together (I WANT SMUT RN!!)

keith has always loved how shy you were, although he never said it out loud

you were almost always silent, behind everyone twiddling your thumbs or always finding something else in the room other than the people interesting

he found it endearing, although sometimes he knows he has to hold back his anger from you

every time he talked to you before you got together, you would blush uncontrollably and hesitate responding to him

so that's why it surprised him when you cornered him in a hallway, looking especially nervous

he saw a crumpled up note in your hands, and for the first time, you were holding eye contact with him

"i-uh, i like you a lot," you blurted out. you might be shy, but you were brave

immediately after that you shut your eyes, believing that he would reject you, or even worse, simply walk away

. . . but the kiss he gave you after was unmistakable.

nsfw hcs

you would always cover your face whenever it got too good, and keith would always pull you hands away, sometimes even pinning you wrists above your head with one hand

"i want to see you."

GRRABABARBKARBARK

definitely has the strength to overpower you, and if you love that you know what i mean

an example is if he's eating you out and you try closing your thighs around his face

he'd quickly wrap his hands around you legs, and spread them back open, no matter how hard you try to close them

or using his strength from training constantly to fuck you against a wall, if he's feeling particularly rough that day

definitely fucks you if he's stressed about a day in the training room (or stressed in general)

i don't make the rules

has THE best ways to ask for consent

"you want this?/tell me how you want it."

"you want me to make you feel good?"

OR HE'D JUST DESCRIBE WHAT HE'D DO TO YOU

fave position is probably the mating press cause he loves being able to go down and kiss you and see your face

or you riding him because he loves the way you lean onto him and eventually tire out

and when you do, his grip on your waist is harsh enough to cause bruises as he harshly thrusts into you

probably has a thing for restraining you

loves how shy you are when you come to him asking for sex

he'd usually drag it out to tease you even more before finally giving you some relief

fingering god i love to say it

you see the way he works his hands!!!

definitely whimpers here and there, especially when you're giving him a blow job

if you have enough hair, he'll personally make a makeshift ponytail for you

if not, he'll simply run his hand through your hair

praisepraisepraise all day

probably goes feral once he's close to cumming

would start babbling literally any dirty talk that comes to his mind

"you're doing so good for me."

"gonna cum for me, yeah?"

extra: DON'T GET ME STARTED ON HIM IN HEAT.

idc what anyone says he goes through it since he's half galra

the first time, he'd lock himself in his room and hope that it would eventually pass

but of course, as clueless as you were, you walked in and questionably gazed at all the stranded tissues on the floor

he'd try ushering you out, but after a moment to decide, you wanted to help him

definitely WAY more rough than usual

you'd come out with bruises everywhere and hickeys as far as the eye can see

a lot more vocal during this

he would love the way you would try to speak up but couldn't because it felt too good

you might be shy yourself, but whenever you got into the mood. . . you definitely weren't thinking straight

during heat he wouldn't even have the time to make you beg or tease you, he'd go all in immediately

definitely praises and degrades you a lot more

"being such a perfect little slut for me, hm?"

just know that after you guys finish, you're both too out of it to even speak or move, until eventually keith snaps out of it and helps you get cleaned up

sometimes you would get up first, wanting to return the favor

and he'd repay you with a lot of tired kisses until the two of you fall asleep

slightly hate this cause im so rusty at writing smut lol

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Headcanons | Takashi "Shiro" Shirogane

word count: 318

pairing: dom! Shiro x male! sub! reader.

contents: nsfw

a/n: my first time doing an nsfw writing (in english) be gentle with me (?) I hope you like it! I'm prepping more stuff (sfw/nsfw) of voltron :D

I think of Shiro as a soft dom or service dom (we can agree he's a switch but more usual to be a dom), he just wants to please you at all costs.

You want to try this new position? Sure. Or maybe some roleplay? It's something new, but no problem! Even new practices like bondage or trying to discover kinks, Shiro can do everything you want!

Vanilla, rough, faster, he's okay with that, but there's a thing that he would never do: hurt you in any form, the silver-haired doesn't like the idea of inflicting pain on you, the most he can do it's a bit of spanking when the things are heated but nothing more, it's not comfortable with the idea.

Along with being your service dom comes A LOT of praising: "You look so good like this", " Look at you, so pretty under me", "You're taking me so well"

Please give him a blowjob if he's stressed, he needs it and is going to thank you for that after ;)

Shiro is not a loud type but either a silent one, he's a good medium point, maybe is not used to moaning but a lot of gasps let out his mouth.

Talking about dimensions *wink wink* he's big and knows it, I'm not saying an enormous type, but a big one, none of you two wants your cunt to be demolished by his dick so prepping it's like a routine before sex.

As I said before he can try any position you propose but his favorite one is definitely missionary! He's a romantic type, the closeness and contact that this position gives is ideal for him, also can look at your face in all the act, which makes it better. In addition: if you're in a mood of taking control, the cowboy position is a good one! Has the same things your boy likes of missionary.

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norel-ravenclaw · 2 months

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Finding Home Within You

Pairing: Leon x MC (Emma)

TW/CW: smut

Thank you to @ikemenlibrary for hosting this event! This gift is for @chirp-a-chirp! I hope you enjoy!

The news came suddenly, and once your beloved Leon broke the news to you, you couldn't help but to be utterly destroyed.

“I’m sorry, but an unexpected meeting about negotiations has come up and I can’t get out of it. And I'm afraid this means we have to postpone our Valentine's plans. I’m so sorry.” Although your heart has been slightly broken, you can’t bring yourself to be upset since his expression shows how much this deeply upsets him too. He’s been so busy as of late, and Valentine’s was your only foreseeable opportunity to get some quality one-on-one time and take a well deserved break from the responsibilities each one of you carry.

“When do you leave?” is the only thing you can bring yourself to ask.

“First thing tomorrow.” he sighs and brings his hands to gently hold yours. He presses gentle kisses to your knuckles – such a tender display of affection makes your heart melt like chocolate left out in the sun. “I promise I'll make it up to you once I come back.”

“As long as I get to spend some alone time with you, I’ll be happy.”

And unfortunately, morning came back around and it was time for him to depart. Your days dragged on despite it being the same 24 hour days when Leon was here. And then Valentine’s Day arrived. When you woke up you couldn’t help but feel a bit depressed considering your fiancé is currently away from you. But work is work, and now that it’s Valentines that means there’s only a few more days to go until he’s finally back. Your morning consists of baking some treats. Then in the afternoon is adding final touches and handing out the treats. Once all the treats are distributed you head back to the kitchen to finish cleaning up the mess you had made. As you’re walking you smell something savory, which has overtaken the sweet smell of your treats from earlier. As you step into the kitchen, you notice it’s absolutely spotless and the smell of the delicious dinner leads back to here. Then standing by an immaculate set table stands the love of your life.

“I apologize that it’s not much, but I was a little short on time. Please forgive me.” He grins – the grin that you love so much. You’re so overwhelmed by emotions by his sudden appearance that you run into his arms. Once your body collides with his, his arms immediately wrap around your waist. “I missed you so much, Emma.” He softly murmurs into your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

“I can’t believe you’re here. I thought you wouldn’t be back for a few more days.”

“What kind of man would I be if I left the woman I love down on the most romantic holiday?”

“I hope you didn’t push yourself too hard.”

“I’m okay, I promise. Now, how about we get our date started?”

“Yes, please!”

He pulls out a chair for you to sit down, then pushes your seat in, and delicately places a napkin in your lap.

Despite claiming to be short on time, there was such an amazing feast put together. There was a nice juicy steak for each of you, along with plenty of sides to pair with it. He pours each of you a glass of wine, passes one to you, and keeps the other. Once the glass is in your hand and begins a toast, “Here’s to our valentines date and to the many others we will have together.” And the two of you bring your glasses together and the clink resonates throughout the room. Leon being romantic he insists on feeding you. He enjoys watching you delightfully chew each bite and how you savor the flavor. And as the two of you eat he recounts his days that he was away from you. The two of you share some laughs and enjoy your evening together after being apart for so long.

After dinner, the two of you walk together hand-in-hand toward his room, which has become yours as well. Before he even opens the door, he caresses your cheek with one hand and gives you a sweet, lingering kiss.

“I’m so happy to be home.” He says, his breath tickling your lips.

“Welcome home, Leon.” You say with a sweet smile. Leon then quickly slots his lips between yours again, but instead of a sweet kiss like the one just moments before. There’s a sense of urgency as he kisses you, and the feeling of knowing he needs you has you moaning into the kiss. Leon moves his hands to grip around your waist and draw you closer to him. You find yourself reaching for the door, desperately trying to open the door before someone finds the two of you in the middle of your make out session. Leon takes a quick glance, now seeing the door open, he moves his hands down to your legs and hoists you up. He carries you into the bed room and closes the door with his foot and it only takes him a few steps for him to reach the bed

He gently lays the both of you down onto the bed, a soft creak and the rustling of sheets sounding out as the two of you shift to get more comfortable. His hands coming up to rub your breasts through your dress – that alone has you letting out a wanton moan. Even through his kiss you can feel how his lips smirk. It doesn’t take much longer for the two of you to start undressing one another. A shower of fabric raining out as each garment is thrown without care or worry, just the desperate need of needing to feel the warmth of bare skin. Leon’s hands tantalizingly rub up and down your sides, before reaching further up and settling on your breasts and rolling your nipples between his thumb and index. That touch alone already has you softly arching your back off of the mattress — your body begging for more.

“I love when you moan for me. Shows that I’m loving you right.” He whispers into your ear. His sultry voice causing you to become wetter than you already were.

You lift your hips up, grinding yourself against his hardened cock. The action, although more than welcome, took him by surprise as he lets out a soft moan by feeling the warmth and wetness of your cunt.

“More. I need you.” You whimper out as you continue to rub yourself against him.

Leon moves his hands down to your hips to stop the rolling of your hips, and then brings one hand to grab his cock and align it with your entrance.

“You know I can’t deny you.” And he enters you with ease, both of you already moaning at the sensation. He felt so good and he hasn’t even started moving yet. His length and girth are just the right amount to fill you up perfectly, and how the veins that adorn it graze your gummy walls. “You feel… so good,” Leon grunts out. His hands move to yours placing them by your head and holding onto them before he starts thrusting into you. His slow, gentle thrusts are driving you insane, you can feel him holding back.

“It’s okay,” you moan out, “you can go faster.” You assure him and hold tighter onto his hands. You see something in his eyes shift and he begins to pick up his pace. His now animalistic pace is just what both of you needed, both of you smiling, sweating, and moaning messes. You wrap your legs around his waist to bring him closer to you. And despite his unrelenting pace, his forehead comes down to touch yours and your eyes meet, and sweet words begin to spill out, “I can’t wait to marry you. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” His words leave you gasping and you feel yourself releasing around his cock. He grunts, burying his face in your neck as he cums inside of you.

He reluctantly pulls out of you, leaving you feeling empty and his cock cold compared to your warmth. Nothing in the room can be heard besides the sounds of his and your heavy breathing. You feel soft, fluttering kisses on your neck. Even those tiny little kisses have you whimpering, still sensitive from your orgasm.

Once you feel like you’ve caught your breath, you find yourself untangling yourself from Leon, and he looks a little confused why you’re separating yourself from him, but his confusion is soon replaced with a smirk when he sees you positioning yourself over him. His hands immediately find their place on your hips.

“Let me show you how much I missed you.” You say to him.

He sits up to kiss you, “We have so many days to make up for, I hope you’re ready.”

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It’s Valentines like every day

Keith Howell x Fem!Reader (could also be read as MC/Emma)

TW/CW: porn no plot, oral (m! Receiving), cum (and I mean A LOT), cum eating/swallowing, hand job, grinding, ball play, not beta read.

Word count: 460

I’ve been thinking about seeing how many times Keith can cum in one night — or just making him cum until he can’t cum no more.

The first one comes from giving him a hand job. You start off nice and slow, just really riling him up. And slowly start increasing the speed and pressure. His pre-cum leaking out and helping you to move your hand to really work at his sensitive spots, especially his tip where he’s the most sensitive. Even his first load is so messy — coming out in spurts, it gets all over your hands and his thighs, and stomach.

The second one comes from sucking him off. First you lick up all cum from the first load and just tease the hell out of him with your tongue before you start to suck his soul out of his body. And once you have him deep into your throat you can’t help but to tease his balls with your tongue. He shutters and his face is so red by how good you’re making him feel. He shoots his second load down your throat and he’s so turned on by watching you swallow it all.

The third one is just grinding your pussy against his cock. No penetration — just straight up grinding. The veins on his cock feel so good against your clit with each drag. His grip on your hips is so strong, he’s definitely holding back from plunging into your pussy and having you ride him, there’s definitely going to be some bruising in the morning. By now Keith is a whimpering mess and his moans are so breathy they’re verging on silent. You feel the grip on your hips loosen as he cums again, this time it splatters all over his abs. His breathing is labored and he feels so weak but so good.

You let him catch his breath for a moment, you watch as he breathes deeply how his adams apple moves. Deciding to tease him a bit more by scooping your fingers through the cum that just splattered across his abs and lick your fingers clean. You hear him let out a raspy moan and feel his cock twitch and harden underneath you as he watches you tantalizing lick up and savor every trace of his cum.

Then you proceed to make him cum again, again, and again. You don’t stop until you see Keith’s eyes beginning to droop and you see him close his eyes for just a moment. His long lashes fluttering and then his eyes slowly open. And he’s switched.

You now find yourself pinned underneath him, his golden eyes staring directly into yours. “You exhausted him so we switched,” he smirks, “Now, how about we return the favor, hm?”

Likes, replies, and reblogs are always welcome and appreciated <3

#well damn hello #keith howell #ikemen prince keith #ikepri #ikemen prince #keith howell smut #ikemen prince smut #ikemen series

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norel-ravenclaw · 3 months

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Hello I hope not to bother for the Winter Flurries

The spin prompts wheel landed on sleep intimacy Can I have it with Keith? 🙏 One of thetwo is fine whoever you are most comfortable with 🤗

I am sending you guys and support for your job I never thought it was so hard 😳 You have my respect Remember to take breaks sometimes to and fuel yourself with your fav snack 😉😘

A/N: Here you are @queengiuliettafirstlady 💜

Keith x Reader

WC: ~680

The Jadean morning light slides eager fingers along the window panes of your bedroom but it is no match for the heavy forest green velvet of your drapery. Not even a sliver of light manages to sneak its way into the darkened haven of the room. If you knew it was so late in the morning, you would feel a deep flush of embarrassment that you were still abed. But the curtains keep you cocooned in darkness and the strong arm wrapped around your middle anchors you to a very warm, very naked body.

You snuggle even closer, burrowing deeper into Keith’s sleep-heavy embrace. His breathing shifts, air drawn in quickly for only a moment before he exhales, remaining in the sea of sleep, under the waves of dreaming.

There is nothing that makes you happier than this, a moment in time where you are both at complete and utter peace. Where there is no worry for the burdens of the day or the regrets of the past. There is only you and the man who is yours to love, your hearts beating in tranquil unison.

You’re almost asleep again when you feel him move, a languid, full-body motion like that of a panther slanting down to stretch its powerful muscles. Keith's long legs extend and he sighs, relishing the feel of the cool silk sheets not warmed by his body. A deep rumble rolls through his chest as he half-groans, half-yawns, pushing away the last lingering cobwebs of sleep.

“Mmm….breakfast,” he murmurs, his voice gravel bedecked in satin.

“What’re you–Oh!” He bites into the curve of your shoulder, a breathlessly unexpected action. His large hand is now splayed possessively against your stomach and you know exactly who has woken up.

Your heart slingshots against your breastbone as you turn within the tight circle of his arms. The room is still bathed in shadow, still holding the daybreak at bay. His eyes look like burnished gold in the dusk of the room.

You slide your hand up between your bodies, cradling his strong jaw in your palm where you can feel, more than see, his smile.

“I think we may have already missed breakfast.” You stroke the smooth skin of his cheek. He turns, with a smile both quick and wild, and bites the tip of your index finger, laughing when you gasp.

“Who says I can’t satisfy my hunger right here, right now?” He ducks his head and demonstrates exactly what he means as his tongue traces a heated path down your neck, following the rapidly increasing rhythm of your pulse.

Oh how easy it would be to stay in bed with him all day…..to allow this man to have his fill of you, to give yourself over to it completely.

Temptation winds itself around you, following the path of his covetous hands, his insatiable mouth.

So very easy……

The sun has given up trying to lure you out of bed, instead concentrating all of its efforts on illuminating the rolling green fields, the proud forests, the smooth gray stone of the castle.

It is already tiring, reading itself to embrace the promise of evening when Keith blinks, momentarily disoriented as he wakes up. How late is it? How long have you been asleep?

You’re curled up against him, one arm thrown across his strong chest, your head a warm, heavy weight on his shoulder. Your hair is tousled, your skin decorated with clusters of pink love bites. They remind him of cherry blossoms floating across still waters. Slowly, he moves his free arm and traces over several of them, his touch tender. He knows that he would never hurt you, that any mark left on your beautiful skin was welcomed.

His large hand moves to brush away several strands of hair that lay across your cheek and his heart feels warm and light, like it could rise up to the heavens and outshine any star pinned to the night sky.

You stir, sliding your leg over his and readjusting your cheek on his shoulder before sinking back down into the lulling ocean of dreams.

Forget time and it’s demanding minutes and hours. Today has been lost to the feel of you wrapped in his arms. The both of you rising in a shower of sparks and then falling together, swathed in peaceful darkness.

He sighs, deeply content and wholly in love, letting his golden eyes flutter closed once again.

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norel-ravenclaw · 3 months

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Hi ya! For your celebration may I suggest Arboretum/ red hot/ wicked Keith ?

This one turned out with a dash of fruitcake, a splash of cocoa, and a bit of spice. Approx 2200 words of Keith being his wicked self!

Rare flowers blossomed in profusion beneath the high glass ceiling of the Jadean palace arboretum. The air was hot and damp, the humidity needed to grow the more tropical varietals here. Keith glanced at Emma from the corner of his eye. Her clothes, suited more to the cool climes of Rhodolite, clung to her skin revealing without showing. He found it quite alluring.

Keith grinned and leaned down to whisper, his lips brushing her ear. “You look delectable.”

She nearly jumped at the sudden, unexpected contact. “Keith! Wh-why are you whispering?”

“Should I shout it instead?” He smiled wider as he saw the heat in her cheeks. “Emma is -”

Her finger flew to his lips, her touch soft as butterfly wings. “Oh my god, please don’t.”

Keith laughed and nipped the pad of her finger. “Why not? We’re alone here anyway. I reserved the entire place for this visit.”

“I don’t know. Maybe because if you start shouting, a servant might come? Or a guard?” She frowned at him.

“And then?” Keith chuckled, grazing the underside of her chin with a curled finger. “What would happen?”

She shrugged, raising her gaze to meet his. “I suppose you’d have to explain it. And I’d be so embarrassed that I’d probably turn red as a tomato. And you would laugh at me.” Her eyes narrowed. “Which would make me angry because it isn’t funny.”

“Mmmm. That’s quite a dangerous expression. I guess I’d better not shout then. But how to get me to stay quiet? I am wicked, afterall. And I do like teasing you.” He eyed her lips the way Luke eyed honey cake. “If only you knew some way to keep my mouth busy . . .”

That brought a little smile out and a sparkle in her eyes. “You are absolutely the worst! Blackmailing me into a kiss when all you needed to do was ask.”

“Pffft. Asking is for the other Keith. So what will it be? Should I sho-” His words were cut off as she stood on tiptoe to brush a kiss to his lips. But he wasn’t going to let her go with such a light toll. Before she could pull back, he lifted her, hands around her waist, and deepened the kiss.

She gasped against his mouth in surprise, and he took advantage of the opening. His tongue slipped into her mouth, tangling and teasing. Emma wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers threading through his hair.

The sharp, pleasure-pain of her tugging fingers wrung a gasp from Keith’s lips as well. A tremor of anticipation and delight ran down his spine. His lips moved from her mouth to the line of her jaw and the satin-softness of her neck. He nipped at the delicate joinder of her shoulder, where he knew she was sensitive.

“Keith -” she breathed his name, a warning and a temptation in that one short word.

He drew back, letting her down gently. Her dress was rumpled, the damp silk of the skirt creased from his grip, the collar pushed back from the delicious expanse of her throat. She spent a breath trying to rearrange herself and then gave it up.

“You shouldn’t grin like that,” she tutted. “You aren’t in any better shape.” Her lips curved in a smile of their own. “I might have messed up your hair . . .”

Keith smoothed it with his hand, but the wavy mop was a mess. He gave up with a chuckle. “You can fix it for me later.”

She smiled as he took her hand and they continued walking along the winding arboretum path. The sound of their steps was masked as they approached a water feature tucked into one of the corners. A small stream of water led to a short waterfall and a large, clear pool. This was where the herbalists grew water hawthorn and puffy white blossoms of saggitaria.

Emma paused at the edge of the wide pond, her gaze lingering over the cool water and the beautiful flowers. “This is beautiful,” she sighed, leaning against him.

Keith had to agree, though he found the sight of her more lovely by far. Her skin had a damp sheen to it, and he could feel the way his own skin glistened with the humidity here. His lips curled in a sudden, teasing smile. “Are you hot, Emma?”

“Hm? Oh, a little.” She nodded. “I guess you need to keep it pretty warm in here for the plants.”

He kissed the top of her head as his fingers snagged the tie on her bodice. “A little dip in the pool would cool us both off.”

Her gaze snapped up to his face, chin tilted up sharply. “Keith, what are you -” the words dissolved into a surprised shout as he tugged the lace undone, already reaching to pull the first row free. “Did you just untie my dress?”

“No.” He grinned unrepentantly. “I started to untie it. There’s still a whole bunch of lacing to loosen.” Keith undid the first row, his long, graceful fingers moving to the next and the next.

The silk bodice began to loosen, sliding away from Emma’s shoulders. She held it in place with her hand. “Stop! You - you can’t be serious,” she hissed.

The prince paused, an eyebrow lifted playfully. “You want to swim in your clothes then? I don’t think that’s good for the dress but if you insist . . .” He reached for her waist, lifting her up to her toes as if he would toss her into the pond.

She wriggled in his grasp, her eyes blazing. “Put me down!”

He didn’t, of course. “So you do want to take off your clothes now?”

“I - no! I didn’t agree to swim.” Her frown was adorable. “I plan on keeping my clothes, thank you.”

“Alright.” He shrugged and swung his arms as if he was about to throw her in. Her squeal of fury was so cute that he wanted to kiss her again. But that might spoil the game. He pulled her tight against him. His lips found her ear and he nipped the curled edge lightly. “Swim with me, Emma. Please?”

She tried to glare at him from the corner of her eye, but she couldn’t hide her pleasure at his touch nor the unsteady excitement his request stirred in her. For a heartbeat, she pretended to consider. Then she took a breath. “Alright. But if anyone comes, I am going to kill you for this.”

“No one will,” he promised. Keith set her down but didn’t release her. His hands moved back to the lacing, tugging the cord loose until nothing held the silk up but the swell of her breasts. His fingers grasped the delicate fringe of the bodice, dragging it slowly down. Caressing her breasts, her belly, her hips, until the heavy silk fell in a pool at her feet.

He knelt before her, looking up with a hungry gaze. She wore only a linen underdress, the weave so fine and soft that it was a bare wisp to cover her lovely figure. Keith’s hands slid up one calf, stroking up the length of her stocking until he snagged the edge at her inner thigh.

Her breath caught when he slid the stocking down and left a trail of hot kisses across her bared skin.

Keith removed her stockings and shoes, and then reached higher until he felt the delicate lace edges of her panties. He could feel her tense as he tugged them down. “Nervous,” he asked, pressing a kiss to her low belly.

“A - a little. I just keep thinking we aren’t supposed to be doing this,” Emma admitted.

“That’s why it’s fun.” He kissed a line down her belly to the warmth between her legs. Even through the linen shift, he could feel her heat and softness. His pulse sped as she bit back a breathy moan. He tossed the dainty lace bits to the side where they hung from a thorny vine.

Now there was just one piece left to remove. The heavy air left the fabric of her undress clinging to her in all the right places. Keith snagged the edge as he rose to stand, and the dress came up with him.

“W-wait!” She tried to push the dress back down. “You’re still dressed!”

“So I am.” He grinned. “You want me to strip first?” At her wary nod, he laughed. “Alright.” Keith kicked off his shoes and socks, and shrugged out of his vest. He hadn’t been foolish enough to wear his jacket into the hot garden.

Emma’s eyes widened as his hands went to his belt. “Shouldn’t you, um, start with your - ah - your shirt?”

“I think this is fine.” He undid the buckle and pulled the belt from its loops. His pants slipped down to hang off his hip, revealing just a hint of skin. Keith popped the button from the hole and watched her expression as the pants slid a little further, showing a swath of his low belly. Her gaze sent a coiling heat through him. “You know, maybe you’re right . . .”

Her eyes tracked his hands as they moved up to undo the buttons on his shirt. “You are - you are just wicked!”

He laughed, shirt falling open to reveal his chest, his abdomen. Muscled but for a small, soft bit of belly he blamed on his sweet tooth. Keith could feel her eyes on him, a weightless touch that devoured every bit of him that she could see. He knew the look, because it was how he looked at her.

His shirt slid to the floor and it took only a moment for his pants to follow. It felt good to be free of his clothes, and even better to be naked and so close to the woman he loved. He was so hard that he almost hurt, cock jutting out at a jaunty angle. Her gaze found that too, and she bit her lip.

“Your turn,” he said. Keith tried to sound playful but the words came out in a low, rolling growl from a hungry place inside him. He stepped close, feeling the hem of her under-dress graze his length. Just that light, accidental touch sent a desperate jolt of excitement through him.

She swallowed. “Y-yeah. Oh -” Her mouth opened in a breathy gasp as he lifted the linen from her and tossed it to the side. His body pressed tight to hers, sweat-slick and hot from more than the air.

Keith lifted her and stepped over the edge of the clear pool, into the water. It was deep enough to hit his thighs in the shallows, and would have been nearly to Emma’s waist if she wasn’t draped across his chest, her legs wrapped around his waist.

He moved deeper, sighing in pleasure as the water lapped higher, all the way to his waist. Then, with a teasing kiss, he sank down into the water, covering them both to their shoulders.

Emma squealed at the sudden submersion, clinging even tighter to him. “Hey! You’re supposed to warn me!”

“Says who?” He grinned.

“Says me!” She poked his chest. “You’re always such a tease and I -” Her eyes went wide and she paused mid-sentence as Keith looked over her shoulder toward the arboretum entrance. He pretended a look of horror and surprise, mouthing the words, ‘the king’ silently.

Emma whipped her head around only to see the quiet rows of plants and trees, not a soul besides themselves in residence.

Keith chuckled at her outraged expression when she turned back to him. “Sorry. I couldn’t help myself.” He cupped her hips with his calloused palms. “Forgive me?”

“Nope.” She pushed his head underwater with a grin.

He came up spluttering in surprise, but she didn’t give him a chance for revenge. Her lips found his with a kiss, her breasts pressed to his chest, her nails drew little lines of fiery pleasure down his upper back.

Keith groaned into the kiss, trembling with need for her. One of his hands slipped down along her belly, caressing her soft skin, seeking her sensitive places.

She arched into the touch, breaking their kiss to breathe. The water rippled with their motion, stirring the delicate fronds of the water flowers. Her worries were forgotten in this moment, concern for being caught left behind like her dress at the rocky edge of the pool.

He loved the way she looked in these intimate moments. Beads of water ran down her skin and caught in her hair. She looked like a wanton queen. A nymph caught in the throes of her passion. Keith felt his heart lurch as her eyes met his, the love and desire in them a torch to light the bonfire between them.

Then she was away from him, laughing as she sent a splash his way. “Who’s wicked now, hm?” She grinned.

“So cruel,” he rasped, trying to gather his scattered thoughts.

“Am I?” She raised an eyebrow. “If you catch me, I’ll show you how nice I can be.”

He chuckled. “Is that the game then? Alright.” He lunged for her, splashing across the space between them. It was a pretty big pool but not so large that she could escape him for long. And she wasn’t really trying, just splashing him and laughing, right up until he caught her again.

“Time for revenge,” he grinned. “And I think you’re going to like it.”

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri keith #keith howell #otome #otome guys #ikemen series #light spice

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norel-ravenclaw · 3 months

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🔞 In the vein of jewelry since that last reblog...

Thinking about Silvio's chain necklace(s?) swinging as he fucks you.

You're no stranger to the sound of his jangling, in fact it made up the majority of your first impression of him. The noise always preceded his appearance and acted as an alert to where your then-enemy, now-lover was. However, what you weren't usually used to was the filthy sounds of slapping flesh and wetness and grunts and moans that accompanied it now.

The first time Silvio made love to you, he took off his jewelry, allowing you two to have total uninterrupted skin-to-skin contact. But over time, as you got more used to his flashy, heavy jewelry, enjoyed the way it accented his developed chest and strong fingers, he'd start to keep on a few pieces once in a while, especially if he was losing patience while undressing. The contrasting color against his skin and the shine that complemented his sweaty body as he pounded into you were mesmerizing, and it was hard to keep your eyes off of it as it swung in rhythm against his thrusts.

The symphony of sounds was also particularly haunting. The louder the jangle, the more wild Silvio was allowing himself to be, and something about hearing it combined with his dirty talk and his grunts of effort just reached deep down inside you and set a fire there. And for the moments when you two couldn't keep your hands off each other, trying to slink off and sneak in a quickie in between meetings, the jewelry just added that touch of tension and risk of being caught. (One of the maids did in fact catch you two in the act when hearing a rhythmic jingling noise, and it took quite a while for Silvio to live it down and escape the lecturing of Rio).

The cool feeling of the metal was always addictive, too. When you're on your hands and knees, Silvio's chest pressed against your back as he's thrusting deep into you, it sends a shiver down your spine and makes you tighten around him when the metal touches your skin. Silvio also loved to tease his rings against your skin, letting the band brush against a nipple, the stone trace a line down your abdomen to your belly button. And when he reached a hand between your legs, the smooth metal contrasting with his rough, calloused hands was incredible.

It was amazing how something that was once a harbinger of trouble, now accompanied the one who could deliver you more pleasure than you've ever known in your life.

#why have so much jewelry if not to keep on while-#silvio ricci #silvio x reader #ikemen prince #ikepri silvio #ikepri smut #silvio thirsts #ikepri #ikemen series

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norel-ravenclaw · 3 months

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#Ikepri #Ikemen prince #cybird #ikemen series

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norel-ravenclaw · 3 months

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⭐️ OPLA Characters and the “Only One Bed” Trope

[Suggestive + No Gendered Terms]

⭐️ Characters Featured: Luffy, Zoro, Nami, Sanji, Mihawk

⭐️ A/N: So... Maybe just the part one to this if people like it? I'll write the next part with the other characters if people want it :) Anyway, cranking out these compilation posts because I’m brain broken with just OPLA content.

Monkey D. Luffy

✖️ Luffy didn’t show any concern about there being one bed. He saw it as something to find fun in a way! To share a bed with one of his friends!

✖️ He’s immediately jumping into the bed and turning to you, holding out his arms, waiting for you.

✖️ “I promise not to take up too much space! Come on!”

✖️ Luffy is immediately wrapping himself around you like a little backpack, nuzzling his head into your neck.

✖️ “M’so soft…” while his hand gently caressed your belly, gently grabbing and massaging it.

✖️ When he felt himself half-asleep, he didn't notice how he was trailing small kisses at your shoulder and the back of your neck. It was like an unconscious habit shining through.

✖️His arms around you are tightly clung so it’s safe to say that you aren’t leaving the bed until he lets you. And he just might not all night.

Roronoa Zoro

✖️ Zoro is immediately refusing. The moment he saw one bed in the room, he spun on his heels and walked out to try and complain.

✖️ When there really was no other rooms, he entered back inside with an annoyed look.

✖️ “Just… *sigh*. Take the bed. I’ll be fine”

✖️ Maybe he could just lay on the floor instead in his mind. Even when you offered to share, he refused. But, he soon found that the discomfort wasn’t worth it.

✖️ He carefully climbed into the bed, taking up the minimum he could at the edge. When he was drifting asleep, he didn’t notice his hands reach out for you, pulling your body toward his.

✖️ As if you were a stuffed animal, he pressed your body to his and hugged you close.

✖️ His tired voice just hushed you when you tried to ask what he was doing as his hands moved toward your chest. “Shh… Jus’… You’re warm.”

✖️ After your restless night together, the next morning, he acts as if he has no idea what you’re talking about when you ask him about last night.

Nami

✖️ Nami is annoyed but won’t make a big deal out of it. She’ll roll her eyes and complain while setting her stuff down.

✖️ “Let’s just… do what we can. It’s only for one night. You take that side, I’ll take this side.”

✖️ She didn't want to make you uncomfortable or overstep boundaries. Keeping on her side, facing away from you.

✖️ She soon heard you rustling around in the bed, unable to keep still, she was annoyed but asked what was wrong. "Nami... I just- Sorry, I can't sleep."

✖️ Nami's face softened in realization. Sighing, she scooted closer and pulled you into her, holding you close. Her hands gently rubbed your back.

✖️ "It's okay. I can make you feel better." She let her hands lightly caress your sides, trailing up to your neck then cheek. "C'mon, I'll help tire you out."

Vinsmoke Sanji

✖️ Sanji immediately smirked at the sight of one bed but on the inside, was absolutely dying from embarrassment at the idea of being so close to you.

✖️ He immediately laid in bed, hands behind his head with a cocky look. "Already nervous, beautiful? It's only one night..."

✖️ You were used to Sanji's flirting and mainly ignored it since he was like that with everyone. You weren't inherently special in your head.

✖️ The moment you relaxed into the bed on your side, facing away from Sanji, Sanji was laid on his side, eyes to your back. He hesitated to do anything but stare, but he couldn't help it. A phantom touch of his fingers lightly traced your spine.

✖️ You were initially going to complain like you normally did until Sanji scooted closer, placing a kiss at your shoulder. His hand lightly rubbing your arm.

✖️ You heard that ever-familiar teasing, soft laugh behind you. He enjoyed your reactions to his simple touches.

✖️ "You're so stiff... It's just my hands, you know? I just want... I need to feel you."

Dracule Mihawk

✖️ Mihawk stared at the bed indifferently. It was an inconvenience but certainly not something he was going to fuss about. It's just a bed.

✖️ He placed his belongings aside, getting ready for bed and slipping under the covers. When he saw you looking to instead sleep on the floor with your bag as a makeshift pillow, he didn't say anything.

✖️ Laying in bed, Mihawk always found it difficult to drift to sleep, as though he was meant to be tormented by the mere idea of sleep.

✖️ Maybe an hour had gone by and he looked over to see you still on the floor, huddled into yourself. He sighed loudly. "Stop forcing yourself to freeze. Lay down here."

✖️ Seeing you carefully slip under the covers as well, he looked over at you, eyes scanning your face then raking down your body.

✖️ Mihawk reached out with his hand, pulling you closer to him until your face was inches away from his. His stare was critical still, as it always was.

✖️ His hand went to the back of your head, gently caressing you. “I can warm you up, if you’d like me to. Lay back.”

⤷ divider credits: @cafekitsune

#opla x reader #opla zoro x reader #opla headcanons #opla x y/n #opla x you #opla sanji x reader #opla mihawk x reader #opla luffy x reader #opla nami x reader #opla nami

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Let Go and Grip Me Tighter

Moot request! Mihawk struggles with guilt from the nature of his fantasies about you and begins pulling away. You won't let that happen.

A/N: Omfg this one was cooking for awhile but it's finally ready. It starts with some angst (living without sex ed or resources on that causes Problems) but then there's like a lot of smut then a quick wind down with some aftercare! Has some “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails vibes 💀

Word Count: 9.3 k

Warnings: afab!reader, fem!reader, NSFW all over the place, dom!Mihawk, sub!reader, edging, overstimulation, spanking, praise, degradation, biting, marking, rough treatment, claiming, prone bone, missionary, creampie, manhandling, established relationship, Mihawk is very deeply in love with you and struggles with wanting to be a strict dom, he gets condescending 👌🏻, Mihawk orders you around, miscommunication angst up front

@fanaticsnail thank you for your patient encouragement 🙏🏻🖤 so much love for you

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More than anything else, Mihawk was certain that the depths of his guilt were vast enough to have the breadth of the seas shrink to a mere droplet in their stead. He loves you so, so much, but his mind has been tormenting with thoughts he feels unforgivable. It started small; his fantasies of you started to latch onto that whiny, pathetic moan you’d let out when he grabbed you a bit too hard. He began to imagine himself purposefully digging his hands into you to leave bruises there, which then turned to smacking handprints into your skin. The thought of your ass red and bouncing with each hit had him cumming faster than he’d like to admit the first time it played behind his eyelids.

He began to get used to those ideas and started to get a little more… creative. What would your neck and shoulders look like littered in bruises and bite marks? Would your moans be as whiny and pathetic if he tied your hands and feet to the corners of the bed, leaving you with no option but to struggle and beg? Maybe he could just tie your hands behind your back and use his grip on the rope to pull you back to him harder on each thrust. Maybe he’d grab you and move you around as he liked, overpowering any attempts to move on your own and eating up the high-pitched whines from the force. He’d hold you down and fuck you until any unease became begging, and begging became “too much!”.

Mihawk felt a feral place in his heart burn every time he spit filthy words at you in his dreams. Tucked away in his nightly unconscious entanglements, he claimed you as his whore, his cocksleeve, his slutty little love. Many claims came and went but they were always possessive and you were always perfect, just as you were in his waking life. The heart that held such devoted and worshiping love for you ached at the idea of calling you such insults, but they set his cock aching just as greatly and he felt as if he was splitting in two.

How could he want to treat you in such a way? Mihawk loves you. He loves you and you love him and you always treat him with ceaseless care and support and he repays you by cumming to the thought of hurting you? Would you run from him if you found out? You knew the power he held; you’d helped him wash off the stains of those foolish enough to challenge him many times. Surely you would flee if you knew that the wielder of such power held ill intent towards you.

No - ill intent wasn’t right. He couldn’t hold ill intent towards you if he tried. So what was this then? He didn’t want to hurt you but he wanted you to enjoy being hurt by him. He wanted you at his whims as far as he could press before any real damage could happen. He wanted to come at you, teeth bared against your throat, and have you respond by offering your jugular. He wanted you to take pleasure in being moved and taken by his charge. That was it then - he wanted to own and control. To dominate. But how could he ask that of you if it required such beastly treatment?

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Mihawk’s hands on you have felt different. Normally, you could feel their comforting weight resting on your body or their firm press, born of the need to keep you held tight. You are still held but more by the will of gravity than Mihawk himself. Laying half draped over his body, as you are now, is one of your favorite ways to end the day. The unfamiliarity of his hands, though, will not let you find rest. Where is the sweet indulgence of fingers threading through your hair and scratching gently at your scalp? Where is the healing service of kneading fingertips releasing you from the aches of the day? Where is the steadfast protection of the grounding hold anchored to your hip?

In place of these daily devotions are the hesitant, whispering touches of a man you’ve never known. Your Mihawk has always been sure in his movements. That was certain from the very first touch - a tender grip on your fingers and lips at your knuckles, then a quick flip of his wrist so that lips could move to warm the inside of your wrist. Your Mihawk doesn’t know how to falter. He can wait and assess and test but none of that encompasses the way he shifts to shy away from your seeking touch. It happens incredibly slowly to hide from your notice, but you need his touch too much to overlook its retreat. Your body and heart take to it like roots to water, always reached out and ready to soak in the vitality it brings.

You lay and continue to wonder fruitlessly at the nature of the trailing fingertips moving from your shoulder to your elbow. The endless circling thoughts are wearing at you, and you snuggle your cheek further into his chest for comfort. At the feeling of his meager caress stuttering in response, you resolve to find and fix the problem immediately.

Lifting your head up, you seek Mihawk’s gaze. His head remains tilted away and his eyes remain shut despite the fact that he can definitely feel you staring at him. After giving him a few moments to do it on his own, you bring a hand to his chin and guide him to face you. You delicately trace the lines of his facial hair, which look extra sharp in the shadows cast by the warm lamplight. He opens his honey yellow eyes and circles them all around your face. He meets your gaze last.

“You’re hiding from me.” You state it as what you know it is; a fact.

“I do not hide-”

“Yes, you do,” you interrupt. “Every time you’re afraid to talk about something, you live in that head of yours.” You shift your hand to cradle his jaw, brushing your thumb lovingly across his cheek. “But, you’ve never pulled your presence from me too. You know we always figure it out, love. What has you like this?”

Mihawk closes his eyes again. Your answer is kept somewhere behind those lids. You wait for it to appear, but it seems less likely to happen with each passing second.

“I miss you,” you whisper. The little warble that snuck into your voice twisted the pit in Mihawk’s chest. His eyes open to mirror the concern roiling in your own.

“I’m right here,” he says, finally using his hold to press your body into him. The gesture pleases you but not enough to distract you from the way his words weren’t reassuring; they were begging to be believed. You let him have some time to try and let his eyes speak to you when he could not. Deliberately deep and measured breaths set rhythm for the way his chest floats you like calm waves beneath a ship. Taking in his unspoken cues, you could only understand that he was putting in great effort to hold something back. The conflict you felt in him between the need to shield you and the need to comfort you set you on edge. What could he hold in himself that he thinks so catastrophic? What does he know that could cause you such harm?

“Mihawk, please,” you beg. Your plea works against you; his eyes and grip harden.

“No.” Mihawk maneuvers you off of himself and moves to get up. You chase right after him, trailing rumpled sheets behind you. He makes it two steps from your shared bed before you catch him, locking your arms around his waist. You burrow your face into the warm skin between his shoulder blades and press your body as close to him as you can, clinging desperately. He remains silent but his hands move to your wrists in warning.

“Don’t run from me,” you plead, throat tight to hold back the whimpers starting to build in your lungs. He’s never left you during an argument - he had said it’s because he couldn’t stand to leave you upset. This sudden change leaves you shaken, holding tight to him in the hope that he is still your greatest stability and comfort. He begins pulling your arms away. The distress you feel lets him.

Mihawk at least turns around to see the damage he has caused. You see his regret in wet eyes, bowed head, and caving shoulders. Contrition compels him to rub circles on the wrist he still holds and the affectionate gesture pulls the first tear from your eyes. He begins reaching to brush it away but instead pulls back, his hand curling into a fist at his side. In a quick burst of anger, you snatch that hand and push it to your face. You hold it there even after it opens to embrace your cheek, scared it’ll leave you again. Mihawk hates the tears wetting his thumb and the shakiness of your breath, feeling the weight of his guilt become unbearable in their stead. He shrinks into himself even further from the way your eyes have narrowed in accusation.

“Have I ever given you a reason not to trust me with your problems?” You bite out at him. He can no longer look at you, choosing to gaze unseeing at the floor instead.

“No,” he mumbles like a child facing the rage from authority.

“Then what is wrong?” You press, voice turning from vicious to exasperated. “Whatever it is, I’m here for you. I love you, Mihawk, that won’t change! And I can help-”

“No you can’t!” He roars, snapping his head back up to bare his teeth at you. “You can’t help me! Not with this.”

Wide wet eyes stare back at him, shaken of their fight. Your lips tremble around stuttering breaths and his own angry breath puffs out into the small space between you. They’re all you can hear while you try to process his anger and the way his fingers begin to sink onto your wrist and jaw like claws.

“I-I’m sorry,” you say, trying to get things back under control. “I shouldn’t have pressed so hard when you weren’t ready.” Mihawk scrunches his eyes shut and bears his teeth again.

“No. You don’t understand,” he starts. A deep breath flushes his whole body and rattles him on the way out. He’s staring right into you again. “I want to hurt you.”

Confusion strikes you before fear has a chance. “What?”

Both of Mihawk's hands are now cradling your face, and the pressure of his fingertips betrays the controlling nature of his hold. He steps in close so your bodies just barely brush and he looms his head and shoulders into your space. His golden eyes burn molten, looking down on you.

“I want to hurt you,” MIhawk repeats, beginning to stalk forward to force you backwards. “I want to grip you ‘til you bruise, bite and leave marks.” You simply listen and follow as he speaks and the relief of releasing his fantasies has the confessions rushing out of him. “I want to force you down and fuck you so hard you scream.” Your calves hit the bed and you sit down on it when his hands continue leading you back. Your easy compliance has his mind blurry and spinning, now beyond his own will.

“I want to control your breath.” One hand clamps down next to your neck, shoving you quickly onto your back. Mihawk’s thumb presses threateningly into the base of your throat, not enough to halt your breath but enough for your veins to pound back against it. “I want to bend you over and watch your flesh tremble and burn red while I strike you.” His knees spread your legs wide, before he lifts one knee onto the bed, forcing your leg up with him. “I want to tie you like a captive and fuck you while you’re bound and have to take it.” His other knee is on the bed, making your other leg open up for him too. He’s hovering over you, letting some of his weight bleed into the grip beside your neck before releasing it. The hand moves to dig into your upper arm. Mihawk crawls forward into the middle of the bed, using that grip and his shoving thighs to drag you with him. “I want to own and command you.”

You have never felt so small and exposed and it’s sending an addictive thrill through you. Your heart is pumping bubbling adrenaline through your veins, most of it moving to boil between your hips. Looking up at the fierceness of Mihawk is bringing back temptations you had locked away long ago. Your hands move to fist into your own shirt, too unsure to touch him but needing to hold onto something.

Despite his rough grip, the way Mihawk bends down to brush his forehead against yours is reverent. “I want you to let me touch you however I want, fuck you until I’ve had my fill, until neither of us can move.” His eyes close and his hold softens and his nose nudges yours. His breath is soft against your lips, smelling sweetly of the wine you shared over dessert. His voice loses its power and creaks with defeat. “I want to do so many awful things to you, but you’re my love - my life.”

You tilt your chin up to press a soft kiss against his lips. Mihawk stays still, simply letting you mold your lips to his, until his resolve breaks and he’s lunging forward to kiss you ravenously. He’s in immediate control of the kiss, needing to take everything he can from you while you’re still willing to love him. His hand moves to the side of your head, helping guide you to follow his frantic movements. You’re immediately lost in the heat of his touch and tongue, relieved to receive his affections again. Needing to feel more of him, you brush your thighs against his, your skin sliding easily against his silk sleep pants. When your thighs make it over his hips and you feel the muscles of his sides tickling the insides of your knees, you hook your legs around him. He fights you when you try to pull him down.

“Dear heart,” Mihawk manages to say between tasting you, “I should not.”

“You should,” you gasp back against his lips. Your kissing has grown to match his in hunger, filling him with joy and guilt. Another light squeeze of your legs fails to bring him down to you. This time he pulls away to look at you, eyes shining with conflict.

“I do not deserve-” You cut him off by using the strength of your legs to pull your hips up to meet his. The thin silk he wears does nothing to hide the shape and warmth of his hard cock. You earn a low moan from him when you grind against it. Trying not to fold to your temptations, Mihawk keeps on his hands and knees while you hang off of him.

“I want you,” you assert, “And you want me.” You grind along his whole length to emphasize your point. Your thighs burn with the effort, but the way his eyes flutter at the bliss makes it worth it. “And I-” you pause and swallow, stealing yourself. “I want all that too.”

“What?” Mihawk asks urgently. He grabs your chin, keeping you centered on him.

“I want all of that stuff too,” you say, letting yourself fall from him and back to the comfort of the mattress. He’s still staring at you with the unreadable, analytical face he usually saves for opponents, so you elaborate. “Your control. You own my heart, why not the rest of me?”

“And the harm?” he prompts bitterly. Not wanting him to pull away, you smooth your hands into his hair and massage at his scalp, trapping him to you in the gentlest way possible.

“That too,” you admit quietly. Your body flushes hot again, but this time with shame. “There were times when I would see your fierceness in battle and find myself more attracted than I should be. The first year we were together it was unbearable and I would fantasize about what it would be like to feel the force of your strength and will on me.” Mihawk’s breath halts and his face slackens. His hand releases your chin to brush fingertips across your cheek in awe. “I’d dream of you throwing me around, commanding me, punishing me. I got myself to stop over time because wanting something like that? I mean, there must be something wrong with me.”

“Never,” Mihawk growls. “You’re perfect.”

He descends on you and all you know of the world shrinks down to only Mihawk. Grasping hands rove over the both of you, pulling at hair and clothes and flesh. This time his hips are chasing yours, lighting your nerves on fire at the pressure of his grinds sinking your hips into the mattress. Your canting moans are muffled by his lips and tongue, but he hears them all the same and feasts on them greedily. One of his hands finds its home at the back of your head, fisted into your hair. You let out a high whine when he pulls back and holds you still.

“You will tell me if I do something you don’t like,” Mihawk commands. Unable to speak with the way the head of his dick is teasing your clit, you nod your head. “Words,” he growls, tightening his grip on your hair.

“Yes, my lord!” you answer, half gasping, half moaning. The pull on your hair relents and his fingers massage your scalp, soothing it.

“And you will tell me to stop if it becomes too much,” he continues, watching your face intently to make sure you’re truly hearing him and understanding what you’re agreeing to. He also needs to soak you in to make sure this is real, that you really want this. You focus in on the violent yellow of his eyes, taking in the seriousness and desperation you see in them.

“Yes, my lord,” you breathe out.

His lips cheat you of your next breath, but you don’t have the will to care. Everything of yours is his anyway. You’re just relaxing into the kiss when he’s pulling away to sit up.

“Get off the bed,” he orders. You only hesitate a moment before crawling your way to the foot of the bed and standing up from it. You turn to look at him for more direction, hands fiddling with the hem of your shirt while you wait. The way his eyes roam over you, assessing you, does little for your nerves; you feel like an unprepared student.

Mihawk turns and gets up from the side of the bed. He prowls over to you, taking his time to unsettle you further. The way his tall form slinks over to you treats you to a show of the shapes of his sloped muscles cutting lines across his body. His Adonis belt in particular catches your attention, on full display by the low rise of his pants. You shudder in anticipation when you follow those lines to the large bulge between them. It keeps your attention until he is stopped in front of you and you trail your gaze up to meet his neutral face. You know him well enough to notice the desire darkening his eyes. He leans his upper body forward, forcing you to crane your head back to maintain eye contact.

“Undress me.”

You fall to your knees, looking up at him while you sneak your fingers into his waistband. Slowly, you lower his pants down his thighs. You miss the way his cock bobs in front of your face when it’s freed, unable to look away from his eyes staring into your own. You let the pants fall when you reach his knees and place your hands on his warm thighs. Still looking to him, you begin smoothing your hands up his legs. Feeling emboldened by touching him, you look down to take in his length. While Mihawk may look unaffected, the truth shows in the flushed and leaking cock in front of you. A thick vein on the underside tempts you to lick it, but when you lean forward a punishing hand holds you by the hair.

“I didn’t give you permission,” Mihawk warns. The way you look up at him with big contrite eyes has his cock twitching but does nothing to change his resolve.

“I’m sorry, my lord.” You get no response except his hand petting down your head and gently cupping your cheek. He leaves you waiting a few breaths while his palm warms your cheek and your eyes soften his.

“Undress yourself.”

Your hands drift slowly from his hips to the hem of your shirt. In a smooth motion you lift it over your head, only losing eye contact when there’s fabric between the two of you, and lay it on the floor next to you. Your thumbs hook into your underwear, holding their position while you stand up to rid yourself of them. Despite your nudity, his eyes stick to your own.

“Back on the bed.”

Mihawk watches you while you crawl onto the mattress, enraptured by the way your ass sways back and forth as you move. The teasing peaks he gets of your pussy as you move test his resolve to take his time commanding you before he sinks into you. When you get to the head of the bed he notices you hesitate, staying still on hands and knees before peeking over your shoulder for direction. The way you look to him, pleading for guidance, has his heart pounding and his mind running feral. He reels it in with a slow breath.

“On your back. You need to be able to look at me for now.” You follow his command, ending up propped on your elbows with your bent legs acting as a barrier between you two. Mihawk has seen you naked almost daily for a handful of years, but you find yourself feeling shy and exposed. This is a deep fantasy finally coming to fruition for the both of you, and what if the real you doesn’t measure up?

“Spread yourself.” You shiver at the command, absolutely dripping from the hunger rumbling in his voice. You look down to your knees and falter, worrying at being completely exposed to his voracious gaze.

“Precious,” he calls, bringing your eyes back up to him. His face is still stern but there is a touch of gentleness in his voice when he softly prompts, “Go on.”

Choosing to focus on your most beloved yellow to ground yourself, you slowly spread your legs apart. They end up in a wide v, still propped bent with your feet planted in the soft sheets.

“Good girl,” he purrs. Mihawk takes his time admiring the curves of your spread legs before he can no longer keep his gaze from your exposed cunt. He admires those curves and lines too and is flooded with delicious memories of having his face stuffed there. Fresh heat washes from his chest to his cock, and he has to swallow from the way his mouth waters.

Your previous worries leave you when you see how Mihawk looks at you. He’s a man possessed, taken and corrupted in the face of immeasurable riches. You see the men of myth, who scheme and steal under the noses of angry gods, in his face. That look of his snaps up to your face and you turn into prey. You love the way it has you feeling so alive.

Mihawk finally makes his way over to you. He takes his time, letting you feel each shift in the mattress from the weight of his limbs. It gives you time to feel smaller and smaller as he overtakes you, overwhelming you as his broad shoulders get higher and higher over your body, enclosing you between him and the bed. Strong arms plant themselves on each side of your head, caging you into his dark gaze. His handsome face, haloed by dark curls, looks striking in the dim lamplight, his sharp features casting shadows across pale skin. You can’t resist the call to reach up and caress him.

“Did I say you could touch me yet?” Mihawk growls, snatching each of your hands from his face. The threat in his tone and the forceful grip squeezing your wrists has bright adrenalin bursting in your chest and tingling in your limbs. He presses your hands down in the sheets next to your hips and releases them as he tells you, “Lay on them.”

Hesitantly, you arch your back and clasp your hands together in the new gap. When you lower onto them, you scrunch your nose at the uncomfortable feeling of your knuckles rubbing into your spine. Mihawk notices and gives you a disapproving look. He places a spread hand on your stomach and presses down, making your knuckles and spine roll over each other. He keeps some pressure there; a reminder of your disobedience.

Your hands grip hard into each other when Mihawk finally lowers his hips flush to yours. The feeling of hot skin is such a relief to your frazzled nerves and pleading pussy. His dick fits perfectly within your folds, rubbing deliciously through them as he ruts against you. There’s no distracting pinch or catch; you’re wet enough to cover him and spread over any skin he touches. A shiver shakes up Mihawk’s spine at the feeling of you clenching around nothing against the base of his cock. He’s treated to the sweet sounds of your whimpers and moans, pulling especially delightful ones from you each time he angles to circle more firmly around your clit.

“Please, sir,” you whine, “I need you inside me.”

“Such a greedy whore,” Mihawk chides, tone so condescending it almost sounds bored. You whimper back to him, but he catches the way your hips twitch and press more firmly to him. He takes pity on you and gives in to his own needs to feel you around him.

Mihawk is big but it was never a problem because he enjoyed taking his time when pleasing you, so the prepping happened naturally by the time he was ready to make his way inside you. Today though, Mihawk finds himself overcome with the need to force you open when he shoves two fingers in and feels you clenching tight around them. He spreads those long fingers to press against your plush wet flesh and keeps pressing as he slides them back out. His fingers move to hold his cock, which is soaked from grinding into you and the precum he’d been uncontrollably leaking, and line him up with your entrance. He starts pushing into you immediately, groaning at how you clamp down tight in surprise.

The way your breath hiccups as he keeps inching his way into you has his mind spinning. He bites into his cheek to keep himself from bottoming out in one brutal thrust; he wants to feel every flutter and twitch of your cunt and body as they try to accommodate him. He needs you to feel every second of him taking ownership of your body, needs you to feel how much more powerful he is. Wet fingers dig into the meat of your hip as he tries to hold himself back. You feel the sweet mix of the smooth slide of every ridge on his cock playing at your nerves and the burn of your muscles stretching almost too far. You surrender fully to your trust in him, releasing all tension from your muscles and all thoughts from your head.

“Much better,” Mihawk breathes against your lips. He stares deep into your eyes and watches them become fully dilated and hazy. You stare right back and give him a lethargic smile for the praise. The rush of giving up control while he takes your body leaves your brain and body feeling like liquid. You almost move to touch him again, but his words are the only things still held in your mind.

Mihawk pulls back slowly, treasuring the way your body tries to suck him back in. You get halfway through an inhale before a quick thrust knocks all the air from your lungs. The satisfying clap of his hips on your ass ricochets through you. You get a chance to breathe when he stays deep in you and circles his hips to feel every inch and detail of your pulsing cunt. Overwhelmed, you whimper, “Mihawk-”

“Not my name,” he snaps. His hand flies up to your mouth and shoves two fingers in, pressing the taste of yourself into your tongue. You suck on them, looking up with apologetic eyes, hoping to placate him. It doesn’t work. “And to think I was giving you time to adjust.”

That’s all the warning you get before he sets a rough pace, each impact bouncing through your body, shaking your thighs, hips, and breasts. You shut your eyes against the onslaught, each nerve screaming its pleasure at you loudly. You feel unbearably full of Mihawk but also unable to feel enough of him. You need him in your hands, on your tongue, ringing in your ears, pulling you apart. The closest you can do now is tilt your hips up to feel him even deeper and offer more room for his hips to rub your skin at the end of each thrust.

When he feels your thighs squeeze tight to his waist, Mihawk falls to his elbows under the instinct to curl into you. With frenzied motions, he readjusts his forearms to be beside your chest, pressing your upper arms into your ribs. His hands clamp down on your shoulders, keeping you trapped against each pound of his thick cock into you. His claim on you flushes through your veins and seeps into your bones. Your mouth, now free, hangs open to pant and moan for him. His forehead presses to your temple so he can feel your breath deliver each sound directly to his ear, persuading him further and further from sanity. His lips hovering so close to you lets you hear his own harsh breath and hushed groans.

“My lord, sir, please,” you beg, needing more from him but too lost to say how. You know he’ll figure out what you need, he’ll take care of you, push you as far as you can go before you snap and become pure pleasure.

“Fuck, treasure,” Mihawk moans, hot breath tingling on your neck, “just be my good cocksleeve - lay there and take it.”

He switches his rhythm, starting to pull out slower to draw out his time in the grip of your cunt. Each push into you is still punishing, taking advantage of his curve to shove the head of his dick across your g spot. The steady hammering has pressure building between your hips quickly. “Sir -hah- I’m so -nngaaaah- ‘s so good I’m -hahnn- my lord -aah-” you continue babbling pleading nonsense to him, trying to let him know how close you are.

Mihawk can tell even without you senseless moaning; your thighs have begun to tremble and jump and you get impossibly tighter with each thrust and he’s sure he’s found heaven in your cunt. His face buries in your neck, sucking harshly at your delicate skin and savoring the light flavor of salt on his tongue. His teeth begin to come into play, worrying against little sections of your neck, mixing a sweet sting into the flurry of pleasure surging to your head. He feels you tip your hips away from him and wiggle in his grip, trying to hold off your orgasm so you can cum when he does and he hates it.

“Don’t run from me,” he snarls, snapping his right hand to grip the back of your neck. You obey immediately, but sob out at the overwhelming pressure pulsing behind your clit. The sound has Mihawk’s balls pulling tight and his cock pulsing but he’s chasing your orgasm, not his. He wants to feel the violence of it being forced out of you. His left hand moves down your back, fingers dug deep into muscle the whole way, and covers your clasped hands with his own. Mihawk licks up the side of your neck to nibble your earlobe. His tone is biting when he taunts, “Cumming already little whore?” and you’re gone.

He manages to keep his pace through your orgasm, each press of his cock making another wave of bliss crash through you. High moans knock from you in time with his hips, but you're deaf to them from the buzzing between your ears. His cock twitches hard in the threat of release, and he bites down meanly into the meat of your shoulder to muscle his way through it. The feeling of you trapped beneath him, legs clinging to him in desperation while you cum is better than any of his fantasies have granted. Through your settling fog, you feel deep moans vibrating into your shoulder through Mihawk’s teeth.

“Thank you, sir,” you rasp, “feels so good.” Teeth release from your shoulder and thrusts become circling grinds.

“Ah but you were supposed to be making me feel good, weren’t you?” Mihawk chides. He licks his burning hot tongue over his bite mark, pleased with how deep the indents are.

“Sorry, my lord,” you whine pathetically, “I couldn’t -hahn- couldn’t help myself.”

Mihawk turns to nip at your jaw before hovering his face above yours. His piercing eyes narrow down at you as he mocks, “Oh, poor you.”

He’s detaching from you, getting up onto hands and knees, leaving you empty. Your eyes widen in panic and you almost reach for him. Instead, all you can do is whimper at him while he pulls your legs from around his waist and hope your sad eyes will entice him back. Mihawk takes them in with a twinge of remorse, but mostly they send arousal shooting through him. At first, he thought of rewarding you for keeping your hands still and letting your legs go limp while he maneuvered them, but he wanted to push you more first.

“Flip over. Chest down, ass up.”

You blink twice to process his words then get to work. Your movements are sluggish and sloppy, your muscles still recovering from your orgasm. Seeing how weak you’ve become from his touch has Mihawk resisting the urge to surge at you again. The sway of your movements causes your ass to wag in front of him and he’s glad you can’t see the way his jaw slackens at the sight. You look divine - no, more like sin incarnate. Your lax muscles cause your upper body to sag fully into the bed, making your ass arch obscenely high in the air. Your tired face is buried in your arms and the sheets. The display has his mouth watering and he can hardly tear his eyes away from your glistening pussy peeking out between your thighs.

“So perfect,” Mihawk purrs, reaching a hand out to touch you. You jump slightly at the first touch then relax into it, humming appreciatively. He massages his thumbs into the curve where your ass meets your thighs. When you ease into that touch, gently swaying with the oscillating pressure, he slides his large palms onto your skin. For a short while, he simply takes greedy handfuls of you, switching and shifting his grip so that every bit of your ass and hips have been squeezed. Your lax body continues to follow his hands as his lovely marionette.

“Since you’ve forgotten the one reason you’re in my bed, I’ll have to take my pleasure from your punishment instead,” Mihawk drawls. He wastes no time delivering the first smack onto the thickest part of your ass. You jolt with it even though it was barely a fraction of his strength, just barely enough to sting. The warmth of his palm settling over the sparking skin soothes any hurt into pleasant tingles. You’re beginning to mourn the fading of the feeling when his opposite hand strikes your other cheek just as hard. This time you gasp and arch your ass higher, forcing Mihawk to take a deep breath to keep his steady pace.

“Careful now or I might think you’re enjoying this,” Mihawk chastises. Beneath his flat tone, he’s positively bursting with excitement. He had worried that you only thought you would be okay with this, but you’re leaning your hips towards him just as eagerly as you do the days he spends hours unraveling you on his face, fingers, and cock. There’s a buzz settling under his skin that’s making every touch feel so sharply in focus. You let out a slightly embarrassed wine, but continue to display yourself to him shamelessly, begging for more.

A harsher smack stings your right cheek, sending ripples down your leg and up your side. You shiver at the burst of brilliant sensation. In anticipation for the next one, you shorten your breath, feeling on edge that you have no clue when it’s coming. The air of the room is electric as it brushes against the goosebumps on your body, vibrating with threat and promise. A breath too long passes with the hand gone and you tense up, immediately receiving a strike to the left in response. It rattles through your bones more with the tensed muscle, knocking the air from you in a loud moan. Your already burning flesh is struck over again, tripling the number of pin pricks you can feel dancing under his hand. You moan, “Sir!”

“Is that all you can take, precious?” Mihawk’s tone is just a touch gentler. He’s smoothing his palms over your marked skin, unable to stop his need to keep touching you. Staring down dark eyed at the first budding handprint, he desperately hopes you’ll let him make more. He’s barely got himself held back as it is now that he knows that sting on his palm, the sight of your ass shaking, the sharp clapping sound, your gasps and moans, the rush of absolute control. His breath is shaking with the need to overwhelm you and fill himself with as much of you as he can shove in his nerves.

“No,” you promise. You shuffle your knees just an inch closer to your chest and give an enticing wiggle of your hips. “More, please, my lord.”

“Good whore,” Mihawk groans. His hand digs into the flesh of your left hip and his right delivers two sharp slaps, each punctuated by a moan from you. You feel the hits fizzle in your skin and echo in a wanting burn rolling through your cunt. Your used pussy already felt swollen but now that’s amplified by bright pounding, feeling like your heart has fled your chest to beat between your legs. A thumb digs and swirls into the center of the bubbling handprint on your skin before disappearing again. You expect another hit, but instead you feel two thick fingers slipping through your entrance, causing you to moan long in relief. You greet them by eagerly pressing your hips backwards, trying to get his fingers to sink in deeper. Mihawk stops at the last knuckle and offers you two indulgent grinds of his hand before it rests still.

“Pleeeease,” you whine. Mihawk responds by adding another handprint to your ass, this time on the left side. His mind is swirling with the sound of your eager squeal, but he’s truly lost at the feeling wrapped around his fingers. He can feel the power of his own hit through you but it is the strong pulsing of your cunt that really makes his hips jerk with want. Mihawk presses his fingers down towards your belly button, seeking the way your pussy trembles with each successive spank. His punishing hand and your body’s spasms have his fingers hooked and twitching over your g-spot and you can feel another climax start to build with each throb of your clit.

“You were made for me weren’t you, treasure?” Mihawk asks, voice tight with desire. Time and time again, his mind has played out the dream of you under him like this but it never could have prepared him for the rush of you getting off to it just as badly. Seeing you become a needy wreck for his strength and will has his heart pounding and cock aching near painfully. He wets his lips and swallows, barely holding back from replacing his fingers with his tongue to taste just how sweetly you’re dripping for him.

You cry out when his fingers leave you, earning a lighter smack to your hip in warning. You claw into the sheets in frustration but aren’t left wanting for long; fingers reenter you and your neglected right side gets groped. His hand massages deep, helping you loosen up again and enjoy the feeling of his fingers on both hands digging into you. Mihawk marvels at the sheen on your flesh where his fingers smeared the wetness from your leaking cunt. He can’t help but leave a harsh strike right on top of the wet patch. With the encouragement of your panting and moaning and writhing, he continues on, making you feel boiling hot and boneless.

At this point you’ve begun grinding back on his fingers, fucking yourself back onto them shallowly, afraid that anything more obvious would have him pull them out for good this time. That fear is more instinct at this point than an actual thought; your mind feels like soup and you only know how to feel and react. It’s becoming clear to Mihawk from the way your voice strains higher and your body squeezes down on him that you’ve got a strong climax building in your core. All you can recognize is more and more pressure gripping through your hips and more and more delicious friction earned with each curl back on his fingers.

Suddenly, that friction is gone.

“Nooooooo, no si-hah-irrrr,” you sob. You’re set adrift with the coil tightening in you beginning to unwind. There’s a hand holding each hip but it’s not stabilizing you at all.

“Be good for me, precious,” Mihawk warns, removing his left hand to tap his finger above your clit. It sends unhelpful jolts through your skin, teasing the nerves you need him to smother.

“I’ll be good, sir, promise, promise,” you cry. The way you move and arch your ass in an attempt to earn his touch back is obscene and has Mihawk's hand planting bruises into your hip. You twist your neck to show him one teary eye over your shoulder. “I’m yours, my lord, pleeeeeease. I’ll do anything!”

“Anything?” he presses. His voice is just above a whisper, unwilling to interrupt any of the gasps and whines coming from you. You nod fervently. “Then don’t cum.”

Three fingers shove into you, slightly curled and thrusting with the force you’ve been begging for. The wet sounds from each dive of his fingers fill the air between your pants and moans. Mihawk’s arm hooks around your right thigh so he can start steady swirls of his fingers over your clit, timing them perfectly with the thrusts from his other hand. He tries to resist the urge to bend even closer to you, but he’s helpless to the pull. You feel the thick hair on his jaw brush over your right hip. The loving caress is soon replaced by warm lips and nipping teeth, adding even more sparks to the fire he’s tending in you.

It’s feeling more impossible by the second to obey Mihawk. The muscles in your legs want to curl and lock up and your hips are shaking against Mihawk’s hold. You’re open mouthed and pleading, not quite sure what words are actually coming out, just sure that you have no ability to keep any of them in. Your hands are clawing into the mattress, hoping to find some purchase to center yourself. The rhythmic bursts of pleasure that Mihawk is diligently working from you are so strong you’re not quite sure if you’ve tipped into cumming yet except there’s been no promised snap.

Mihawk is unmeasured in the way he bites and sucks at your flesh, but his hands are another story. He knows your body - has studied your reactions for years - and uses that to slow and lighten just enough each time a wave of pressure around his fingers gets a little too strong or your writhing stills to a tremble half a second too long. Instead of pulling you back or pushing you forward, he keeps you exactly at the edge of climax where he can actually test your will. He’s hard set on knowing how hard you’re going to try to obey him, the thought and sight of your struggle for him filling him with addicting arousal.

Your will over your body is just about to give out so you snap your teeth into the meat of your thumb to pull some attention away from the bliss of Mihawk’s touch. His attention goes up to see the bite when he hears the pitiful moan sneaking past your clenched teeth. He moans deeply at the site. “You’re being so good for me, fuck.” He presses his cheek hard into the burning handprints on your ass and unconsciously mimics the grinding of your hips with his own, finding no relief for himself. One more uptick in force and speed into your plush swollen pussy has you jerking. With digging teeth and a yelling moan into your hand, you manage to hold back against the raging tide of your orgasm.

Mihawk pulls from you and you collapse against the bed, taking in gasping breaths. You’re jostled as Mihawk shifts around quickly, moving to cover you. His breath is loud behind you as he settles there, legs stretched out between your and upper body help up only on his left elbow. That hand has shoved under you to flip around and grip your shoulder tight. His right hand anchors on your hip, guiding you back against his starved grinding.

“You did so well for me, my little whore,” Mihawk breathes into your ear. He nibbles at it before moving down to suck more red marks into your neck and shoulder. The slick way his cock glides through your folds has him burn with satisfaction. He made this pathetic mess of you. Having you soaking for him was no rarity, but the whiny mindlessness, the complete take over by your needy instincts, that was new and only had his need to tear into you grow stronger. He rumbles into your shoulder, “My perfect precious cunt, cum as much as you want.”

Mihawk is guiding himself into you and you shoot right back to being so close after only a few thrusts. You manage to slide your legs a little wider apart across the bed despite his heavy body, packed with muscle, pinning you under him.. It lets his balls tap at your clit with each thrust and just a handful more have a violent orgasm tearing through you. You cry out your bliss every moment you aren’t simply gasping and feel the muscles all the way up your core join the squeeze of your cunt, making the bright ball of pleasure feel like it’s reaching just as high. Your whole body is ringing with the echoes of it, everything feeling so overwhelmingly good.

Mihawk’s hips stutter for only a second before he’s continuing his ruthless pace. His body and mind are flooded with you and he folds to the torrent. A ravenous “more” is mumbled against your skin, barely reaching you through the whiteout in your head. His left hand shoots down to help keep your hips tilted and steady, leaving the weight of his chest to push you deeper into the bed. You’re completely smothered in him, his sweat damp skin pressing and sliding over yours. Unable to fully inhale under his resting bulk, your world gets a little fuzzier. There’s not a single part of you that cares; you feel trapped and controlled and protected and desired. You feel truly wanted and owned, being fucked into the matress under Mihawk while he holds you like a lifeline, sinks teeth into your shoulder, and speaks dark praises to you. When you come back to yourself more fully, having long been suspended somewhere between the crest of your orgasm and settled pleasure, you make little attempts to please Mihawk more. He notices the little turns and grinds of your hips and rewards you by slithering a hand under you to begin petting circles over your clit.

“You feel delicious, precious, you’re so fucking good, held out for me so long.” Mihawk’s voice is a moan and growl and sigh, sounding more untethered than you’d ever heard him. “Need to feel you forever -nnnnnghh- give me more.” The last word is all snarl and he’s shoving his face harder into the crook of your neck, sinking teeth back into your skin.

You aren’t sure if you have more to give him but still try, unquestioningly following his will. You don’t think you’ll need to try for long; both of you are wound precariously tight. Mihawk has lost his will to pull from you, so he moves against you in strong deep grinds. You’ve never felt closer; every sense is filled with Mihawk, every breath, every thought, every piece of you. It feels like he’s fucking you deeper than he’s ever reached, teasing your cervix with his thick tip, pulling you apart as if he’s somehow gotten bigger from the way your muscles have tightened around him. Mihawk feels the telltale buzz of his end flash through his nerves. Desperate, he bites out one more order, “You’re mine. Say it.”

You find the breath to chant, “I’m yours, I’m yours, yours-”

One arm shoves upwards, trapped tight between your breasts and crushing you back into him. He groans out, “Fuck, precious,” before his hips jerk and his cock is pulsing in you. His forehead presses to the side of your head and he’s moaning right into your ear. Fingers twitch against your clit and you feel his hot cum pumping into you and his arms cage you right to him and the friction of it all sends you right into another climax. This one is just as overwhelming as the last but sits in your body more smoothly. It’s a satisfied heat radiating through your muscles, rolling through you instead of jerking. You fall limp under the force of it, left to lay prone and take in every second of your body clutching and reshaping to Mihawk. He guides you both through it with the slow grind of his hips and the points of clarity where his hands grasp you.

“There you go, love, you are divine,” Mihawk praises quietly, as the aftershocks begin to settle out of you both. He gets his arms under him to lift some of his weight off of you and allow you to breathe deeply. He noses at your cheek, peppering you with kisses. You come back to your body slowly as he moves his kisses over the tender skin of your neck and shoulder. Testing the feeling, you open and close your hands, releasing the scrunched sheets. They feel inflated and clumsy, but it will do. Your right hand searches behind your head and quickly finds its way into Mihawk’s soft hair. You scratch lightly at his scalp while your other hand slides across the sheet to find his. Before you manage it, he puts his hand over your own, entwining your fingers in a comfortable hold. Mihawk rests his head behind yours, taking some time to breathe and bask in your touch. He decorates the passing moments with gentle praises, content sighs, and brushing thumbs.

Eventually, he gains the will to pull away from you to prep you both for bed. The moan you give him when he starts to pull away is endearingly grumpy like a spoiled pet roused from a nap. He’s just standing up when he notices your weak and begrudging attempts to get up and follow him.

“Stay down - you’re shaking like a newborn fawn.” The light insult is softened by a loving kiss to your temple. You’re more than used to his dry tone and direct comments anyway, knowing something like that had no cruel intent and that’s simply how he talked. That didn’t stop you from pretending to be a bit upset from time to time for apology affection. You’re pretty certain he was onto you. You were also pretty sure he enjoyed playing along.

You float thoughtlessly in your body, feeling like you’re napping pleasantly without going under. You startle when a hand lands on your shoulder. It’s hot and damp and you understand why when a soft cloth begins washing over your skin. Continuing your heavy-bodied haze, you lay there and let Mihawk wipe over your whole body, only moving to the patient prompts of his hands nudging and turning you. You wince when he works over your ass and pelvis, earning extra affectionate words and touches. You’re on your back, peeking up blearily at him through heavy eyelids, when he finishes up.

“Bathroom?” he prompts and you hum a lazy affirmative. You’re carried like a princess to and from the short stop and are thankful there’s no longer anything to keep you from or possibly interrupt your coming slumber. When you’re placed back onto the bed, Mihawk follows you with the sheets and comforter in tow. With practiced ease, you cocoon together in the bedding. On nights like this, where Mihawk has extra need to feel like he’s surrounding you, he pulls your back flush to his front and curls around you. His skin feels soft on the many places you’re molded together, but you notice it most while you both shift your legs to intertwine.

“Dove?” Mihawk calls, wanting to know you can still hear him. You hum and snuggle your cheek further into his bicep. “I love you,” he whispers into your hair, punctuating the declaration with a lingering kiss.

“Love you, too,” you promise, adding one last gentle squeeze to your hold on his arm.

Tomorrow he would wake you with gentle kisses and caressing hands. Your favorite morning drink would be ready for you to sip on while leaned back against his chest, enjoying the way he massages the soreness from your thighs. A bath with your favorite salts would await your tired body. Mihawk would sit with you and feed you both fruits and sweet bread. Once the candles saturate the air, he would set about cleaning you head to toe. He would gently tend each bruise and bite mark, murmuring his gratitude and devotion. Each act of loving worship would be a balm to you both, affirming that connecting to and caring for each other is both your greatest want and deepest need. For now, you settle into each other for some much needed rest.

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