#and then lay naked in the freshly clean sheets

[rosicheeks]

once again wishing we could cuddle… idk, i think lying in bed together, wrapped up and holding each other closely, talking about our days or venting or rambling about nerdy stuff, maybe mixed with a lot of kissing and flirting, and just being soft and affectionate like that together… that would fix me right now 💖

-🌸

#^me and you 👉👈 #I couldn’t decide which gif so you get both #cause I can imagine us being all silly and maybe tickle each other a bit #just truly belly laughing with each other #and then I can also imagine us being super soft and intimate #just holding each other in our arms #squeezing a little bit cause we never want to let the other one go #ksbdkndkdnskdndkf #UGH #YOU ARE KILLING ME #can’t tell you how badly I need this right now #just wanna spend the entire day in bed #talking and napping and cuddling and kissing 🥺🥺🥺 #yeah that would fix me too tbh #uhmmm do you wanna come over 🥺🥺🥺 #I’m cleaning my bed so we can snuggle up in clean blankies #oh oh oh #maybe even take a shower together #and then lay naked in the freshly clean sheets #sigh #that sounds nice #gonna dream about this all day tbh 🥺🥺🥺 #ask #🌸 anon

[evie-sturns]

period - 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀 𝗦𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗼

summary: you unexpectedly get your period after spending the night with chris, he does everything he can to make you feel better.

contains: mentions of blood, fluff, crying, swearing.

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chris and i have been dating for almost two months, i sleep over at his house often though, including last night.

9:46am

i'm rudely awakened by frantic tapping on my shoulder, i rub my eyes and roll over where i'm met with chris's distraught face. "hm..?" i groan out.

"y/n, are you okay" chris rambles, his vision flicks between my eyes and the matress.

"what..?" i mumble, my vision is still partially blurred from the sudden wake up.

"you're bleeding" chris says quietly, swallowing harshly.

i sit up, the matress is dotted with blood, along with the small pyjama set i wore last night.

my period has always been irregular, ever since i was about 12. i'd never know when it would come but i would just deal with it when it did.

my stomach sinks, my cheeks instantly flush from embarrassment, this is the kind of thing thats meant to happen 2 years into your relationship, not 2 months.

my eyes start to burn, im already an emotional person but now that this has just happened i don't think i can physically be okay.

"im so sorry chris." i say, my voice breaking.

chris clears his throat, i can tell he's slightly awkward about this.

the silence in the room grows, but is quickly cut short by a sob coming from me. chris's head snaps round to look at me, "oh fuck-.. no its okay!"

he gets out of bed, without a second thought he leans over the matress and picks me up in a bridal position. he speed walks to the bathroom, "look at me." chris says calmly as i cry into his shoulder, i tilt my head up and lock eyes with him. "don't cry sweetheart, it doesn't matter to me."

i nod with a sniffle, he places me down on two feet. "you wanna get in the bath?" chris says gently.

"yeah.." i say, my voice still wobbling.

i stand still with my hands by my side vulnerably. "you want me to.." chris whispers, keeping his eyes locked on mine. "if you dont mind.." i reply.

he reaches his hand out and peels my tank top off of my body, along with my shorts. he does it so nonchalantly its impressive.

chris has only seen me naked once, which was only a week or so ago after our first hookup.

he flicks the bath on, putting his finger under the stream to check the temperature before lifting me up and placing me down.

chris bends over and picks up the pyjamas, before leaving the bathroom, closing the door behind him. i throw my head back as soon as he goes "how did this happen." i groan to myself.

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about 10 minutes has passed, the whole time i've just been trying to calm myself, crying about this isn't gonna make it any less embarrassing for me.

my head snaps to the side as i hear 2 soft knocks on the wooden door, "come in" i say with a forced smile, chris peeks his head round the corner with a sympathetic look. hes got a freshly folded pair of sweatpants and a hoodie in his arms, which he places down on the sink. "you okay?" he asks casually, sitting down on the side of the tub.

"i mean, i'm okay as i can be right now!" i smile warmly up at chris,

he reaches into his pocket and clears his throat "i found this downstairs, i think one of nick's friends left it here-..uh" chris murmmers, pulling a tampon out of his pocket.

"thank you chris, honestly i'm sorry about being a pain." i sigh, chris shakes his head "no you're good, promise."

"just gonna go make the bed, yeah?" chris sits up off the tub and walks out of the bathroom.

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after getting myself together i open the door to the bedroom, chris is sitting on the bed, laying the pillows out strategically. i feel like a kid thats just thrown up, staring at my parent who just had to bathe me and clean the sheets.

he stands up and runs over to me full force, grabbing me around my waist and picking me up, earning a high pitched squeal from me. "chris!!" i screech as he flops down on the bed with me still in his arms.

"what can i actually do to repay you." i whisper into chris's chest.

"give me some awesome head next week."

"christopher."

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[yawnderu]

Bimbo!reader giving simon a home spa day, like making sure simon looks ABSOLUTELY glamorous everywhere!

bimbo!reader loves having spa days with Simon 😭 she bought a few products for his dry skin, always wanting to help him relax after he comes back home :3

“I said sit down.” You push him back down on the bathtub, forcing him to stay in the water despite the way his fingers are looking like raisins, wrinkling up after almost 30 minutes of being in the water.

“'M gonna melt, angel.” His protest goes ignored much to his amusement, brown eyes fully focused on the way you're working on applying some sort of mask on his hair, despite the way he has a buzz cut.

“You'll live.” You finally reply with a teasing smile, massaging the deep treatment hair mask onto short hair, your long nails softly running along his scalp. He allows himself to fully relax, taking in the smell of the lavender bath bubbles you put in the water, bathroom lights dim to give him the full spa experience.

You carefully wash the treatment off his hair after a few minutes of waiting for it to set in, helping him out of the bathtub and wrapping a towel over his naked torso, a new one going to dry his hair.

Being taken care of and spoiled is something completely new to Simon— the last time was when he was a baby, his mum bathing him and trying to give him a nice experience despite his father's protests about her spending money on what he thought was bullshit, He closes his eyes, placing all his trust on you to take care of him without feeling burdened.

“Now we're gonna do skincare, I got some new products for you that I'm dying to use.” You coo at him, excitedly holding his hand and guiding him back to your bed, helping him lay down on the freshly changed satin sheets.

He watches with amusement as you come back with a pink basket overflowing with skincare products that you bought specifically for him. You sit in bed, leaning down to plant a soft kiss before you start rummaging through the basket, trying to find a product to begin with now that his face is clean from the bath. He's never seen you this focused, the tip of your tongue poking out of your glossy lips. His hand goes to your side on instinct, rubbing up and down soothingly.

“Alright, so we're starting with a mud mask.” You put on your best YouTuber voice, making a small smile to set on his lips at the act. Your hands work carefully, the pads of your fingers gliding along his dry skin, spreading the grey mask all over his face, making sure to avoid applying it on his thin eyebrows and lips.

“Close your eyes.” Not only was he staring into your soul— you also have other plans for his eyes. You go to the skincare fridge in your closet, pulling out a small container with cold, cut slices of cucumber that you prepared the night before.

“Are you gonna kill me?” He asks jokingly, mirth in his tone despite the way he actually closes his eyes, fully trusting you.

“Not yet.” Your playful tone makes him smile, fully aware that it's all a joke. You put the cold slices of cucumber over his eyes, giggling at the way his face scrunches up at the feeling.

“Fuckin' hell.” It feels way too weird— completely new to him. You let the face mask set for a few minutes before cleaning it off with a wet cloth, removing the cucumber slices from over his eyes. The dark bags under his eyes becoming slightly less prominent. You lean down to capture his lips in a kiss that he immediately returns, his hand going up to your waist and running up and down gently, always looking forward to feeling your body.

“Alright, now we're gonna apply some cream.” You spoil me too much, he thinks. A small smile makes way to his lips, happy that he found someone who loves to dote on him this much without ever complaining about it. You're having fun taking care of him, making a little spa out of your shared flat.

Your soft hands massage the product all over his much softer skin, making you realize just how much better his skin has gotten ever since you started doing his skincare months ago. You tap the pads of your fingers on his skin as you get done, making sure the cream gets into his pores well.

“Do this.” You pucker your lips, grinning down at him when he does it back with no hesitation. You apply a small amount of strawberry lip balm all over his thin, chapped lips, proud at seeing the way they become softer.

Who cares if Johnny teases him about becoming a ''pretty boy''? He doesn't have a girlfriend who spoils him, while Simon does. Yeah, shut up, Johnny.

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[heauxvibez]

Punishment Jar

Warning: Smut (+18)

"You know the routine. Go ahead and pick one out of the jar, my love."

Roman reclined comfortably in the coffee-colored loveseat that seamlessly blended with the soft, nude aesthetic of their bedroom. His soft curls were slicked back into a neat ponytail and he sported a clean white t-shirt and a pair of grey sweats. His gaze, heavy with the lingering effects of the Hennessey, commanded attention effortlessly. With one elbow resting casually on the arm of the seat, he stroked the small tuft of hair under his bottom lip.

Standing before him, the naked woman's bottom lip jutted out slightly, a subtle display of anticipation. Her hands remained clasped behind her back, while her crossed thick thighs betrayed her desire, as if she were attempting to keep her juices from spilling onto their freshly polished wooden floors. She was irresistible.

"Now," Roman's voice growled sternly, causing the woman to jump at the sudden intensity.

Angel whimpered softly, a plethora of emotions coursing through her—excitement, nervousness, arousal, and a hint of fear. With small steps, she made her way toward the dresser on his side of the bed, where the punishment jar lay in wait. Her fingers grazed the cool glass surface as she eyed the many popsicle sticks, each carrying the promise of a potential punishment. Her heart raced as she lifted the lid, prolonging her fate.

"In a minute, I'm going to make sure the punishment lasts as long as it's taking you to pick it out of the jar," Roman warned calmly, his tone carrying a weight that made her flinch.

Quickly, she delved into the jar, shuffling the sticks between her fingers.

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe...

Her hand closed around a red popsicle stick, and she chewed nervously on her bottom lip as she read the black ink etched onto the wood.

Ruined Orgasm.

Confusion flickered across her features. What did that mean?

Roman was the mastermind behind the punishment jar, each stick bearing a consequence of his choosing. Despite her uncertainty, Angel found herself drawn to the thrill of anticipation, sometimes even deliberately misbehaving for the promise of consequence.

"Now bring it to me," Roman demanded, and she obeyed, each step bringing her closer to what lay ahead.

With a trembling hand, she passed him the stick, their eyes locked in an unspoken exchange of desire and submission. He accepted it, his lips curling into a knowing smile as he contemplated how to wield his power over her tonight.

"Go lay on the bed, baby," Roman's voice softened, yet the command remained unmistakable. It was a gentle caress that carried the weight of absolute authority, compelling her compliance.

Before she knew it, Angel found herself lying on the cool sheets, the fabric a welcome contrast to the heat that radiated off her body.

Meanwhile, Roman rummaged in the dresser, he seemed determined, his jaw tightening as he searched. Angel couldn't help but wonder what he was going to do to her tonight. The anticipation coiled in her belly, heightening her arousal with each passing moment.

Closing her eyes, she imagined the possibilities, the thrill of the unknown sending shivers down her spine. The gentle breeze drifting through the window teased her hardened nipples, eliciting a soft moan from her lips.

"I'm coming, baby, don't worry," Roman's smirk cut through her thoughts, signaling his return. In his hands, he held two objects, recently acquired from an online purchase—a detail that didn't escape Angel's notice.

Excitement bubbled within her as Roman approached the bed, his gifts concealed behind his back. With a swift motion, he pushed her legs apart, exposing her to his hungry gaze.

"Fuck," Roman moaned softly, his gaze devouring her. Her pussy was glistening with anticipation, an invitation he couldn't resist. He placed his knee on the bed just slightly under her bottom and hovered over her.

Placing a soft kiss on her lips, he instructed, "Here," as he placed one of the items on her chest.

Angel's fingers brushed against the fabric of the blindfold. Though they had used it before, tonight promised a new level of intensity, ridding her of the comforting intimacy of eye contact.

She sighed while putting the blindfold on. Already, she could feel herself succumbing to the absence of sight.

Roman's lips trailed a path from her lips to her neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses in their wake. With each touch, he stoked the fire within her, rendering her eager for his touch.

"You know you really pissed me off tonight, right?" Roman's voice whispered against her ear. His tongue traced delicate patterns along her skin.

"Yes," she breathed, her voice a barely audible whisper.

Suddenly, a buzzing sound filled the air, and Angel knew immediately what it was—a vibrator. Roman was no longer hovering above her, opting instead to prop himself up on his knee as he teased her with the toy.

Placing the vibrator against her neck, where his lips had just lingered, he elicited a gasp from her lips. He traced a path down her body, exploring every inch of her with the relentless hum of the vibrator.

Her skin erupted in goosebumps as he circled her nipples, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout her body. She arched against him, desperate for more, her body aching with need.

"It's like you continue to do this shit to me on purpose," Roman murmured, his voice thick with desire. He teased her mercilessly, his touch driving her to the brink of madness.

As he moved the vibrator across her chest, Angel writhed beneath him, her arousal reaching dizzying heights. With each caress, she felt herself unraveling, her need for release growing more urgent with each passing moment.

"You know the one thing I don't play about is disrespect. And your mouth is beginning to get a little too smart for me, baby girl," Roman's voice held a warning, laced with promise as he continued to toy with her.

Angel felt the vibrations of the vibrator travel from her chest and slowly creep down to her navel. Roman looked up and watched as her tongue darted between her pretty lips. It gave him small flashbacks of having her lips wrapped around him. Those flashbacks were quickly cut short by the words that left those lips he fantasized about.

"I'm sorry," she moaned, rolling her hips up in hope of feeling the vibrator against her aching clit.

"Aht, don't do that. That's just going to make me more upset."

With a sigh of frustration, Angel forced herself to stillness, her movements restrained by the weight of Roman's command. Beneath the blindfold, she squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to comply with his wishes, no matter how difficult it may be.

"I'm sorry," she whispered again, the words a soft plea for forgiveness, mingled with a longing for the release that remained just out of reach.

But Roman remained unmoved, his gaze fixed on her with heavy intensity. In that moment, Angel realized that their game had shifted, the lines between pleasure and punishment blurring into a tantalizing dance of dominance and submission.

And as Roman continued to toy with her, Angel surrendered herself to the torment.

Angel's breath hitched as the vibrator made its way toward her clit, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she prepared for the familiar surge of pleasure. Roman's eyes locked in on her as he observed her reaction.

As the vibrator approached her sensitive bud, Angel's legs instinctively tensed, a reflexive attempt to shield herself from the overwhelming sensation. But Roman, ever the enforcer of control, gently urged her to maintain her position, his touch both firm and reassuring.

"Roman," she moaned loudly, her voice a plea for release as the vibrator connected with her throbbing clit.

"Uhn uhn, this is what you wanted, now keep 'em open," he encouraged, his tone stern as he guided her legs back into position.

The sensation of the vibrator against her clit was almost unbearable. Roman's fingers were slick with her juices, and he couldn't resist the urge to taste her essence.

She strained against the restraints of the blindfold, desperate to witness his actions, but Roman's control over her was absolute. He licked her essence from his fingers, his eyes smoldering with desire as he savored her taste.

"Mmm, I could lick you off my fingers all day, baby," he teased.

Meanwhile, Roman continued to tease her with the vibrator, his movements precise and calculated as he brought her to the brink of ecstasy and back again.

His left hand held her thigh down, his thumb drawing soft circles against her skin, while his right hand worked between her folds, driving her to the edge of sanity with his skilled touch. She could feel herself teetering on the brink of orgasm, her body thrumming with need as Roman pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

"Tell daddy what's going on, talk to me, baby," Roman urged, his voice dripping with seduction.

But Angel could barely form coherent words, her mind clouded by the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. With a desperate cry, she surrendered to the pleasure, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.

But just as she reached the peak of ecstasy, Roman abruptly pulled the vibrator away, leaving Angel trembling with frustration and desire. Usually Roman would guide her through her orgasm, talk her through it, help her ride it out. But this was nothing like that. As soon as she grazed the peak of her orgasm, he just left her to finish..without finishing.

He had ruined her orgasm.

With a frustrated groan, she tore off the blindfold, revealing a smug grin on Roman's face.

"Joe, what the actual fuck!" she exclaimed, her frustration boiling over as she crossed her arms over her chest.

But Roman only chuckled, his amusement evident in the mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"Now we're both upset, we can call it even,"

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Why does writing take sooooo long, Jeez!

Hope yall liked this!

Tags: @harmshake @southerngirl41 @spritelucozade @empressdede @alichesmi

#roman reigns #roman reigns fanfiction #romanreignsimagine #roman reigns smut #romanreignsoneshot #fanfiction #roman reigns x black reader

[wolfiezz]

could u write ellabs x reader? maybe the reader is dating them both and they get jealous bc some girl is flirting w the reader? maybe some fluffy after care at the end :)

YES 🦭

✦ | Cw; Dom!Abby/Ellie, Sub!Fem!Reader, Marking, Overstimulation, Mentions of blood, Multiple orgasms (?), Sorta fluff (?)

✦ | An; it’s SHORT (and maybe rushed) I’m sorry sowwy

"You're ours. Do you ever forget that," Abby growled, her fingers digging into the swell of your hips as she guided you along the length of Ellie's wet cunt, her own naked body pressed up against your back. You’d cum about three times by now, you mind has completely turned to mush, and all you can do is whimper and whine about how overstimulated you are. But you take what they’re giving you anyways.

Abby’s rough hands feel so good against your sweaty skin as you try to focus on the feeling of your pussy rubbing against Ellie’s, her sweet grunts and groans motivating you more despite the throbbing ache in your thighs.

“So pretty, sweet girl. Look so good on top of me,” Ellie groaned, letting Abby do the work for both of you, her legs quivering on your shoulders. You tell she was getting close by now, the subtle trembling of her legs, the occasional whimpers she let out, the way her back arched every time Abby pushed down a little bit too hard.

“Guys, please, I can’t—“

“You can, and you will,” Abby snarled, giving your ass a hard smack that’s definitely going to form a dark bruise later on. You really, and actually, couldn’t take this anymore. You’ve lost track of how many times you came tonight, your body was defiled in cum, sweet, and blood, and your body was burning for a break, aching even. Though, they wouldn’t stop, no. Not until every inch of your body and mind was branded in their marks.

After some time, Ellie finally came, about her second or third one this night. You whined and squirmed on top of her as her warm juices splashed against your swollen cunt, this also being the cause of your own orgasm. This left both you and Ellie breathless, Abby smirking as you admired how fucked-out you two looked.

“You think she’s had enough?” Ellie rasped, her hands smoothing down you quivering backside, easing the pain from the many, many marks that she’d left there. “Yeah, she’s good,” Abby responded, gently placing kisses on the back of your sweaty neck before dragging you off of Ellie and into her arms, carrying you into the bathroom for some much needed TLC.

“You did such a good job for us tonight, beautiful,” Abby praised, sitting you down on a towel on the counter and drenching a freshly cleaned washcloth in warm water, lathering it with soap and carefully slipping it over the curves and contours of your body, wary of the tiny wounds they may have left behind. The only thing you could really manage for her was a drowsy smile, your body gradually coming down from shaking as she deemed you clean enough as washed the soap off of your skin, wrapping you up in a fluffy pink towel, and carrying you back to your bedroom.

You were mostly sure you would find Ellie there, and you did. She looked like she’s already cleaned herself up as well as the bed.

“Come get in bed you two,” she hummed, patting the bed before she got into it herself, leaving the sheets pulled back so Abby could lay you down and tuck you in, making herself snug beside you, ultimately sandwiching you between the both of them. “Good night, princess. I love you,” Abby whispered, giving you and Ellie one last round of kisses before slowly drifting off into sleep. Leaving you and Ellie awake for a little while longer.

“Well, good night, I guess. Love you,” Ellie rasped, tenderly kissing your nose before falling asleep along with Abby, leaving you the last one awake.

Your eyes slowly began to flutter shut, body laying limply between the both of them, before remembering to utter your last words of love before drifting off into dreamland.

“Love you guys, too.. Good night.”

#tlou smut #ellabs #ellie x reader #abby x reader #ellie williams #abby anderson #ellie williams smut #abby anderson smut #wlw smut #dom!character #sub!reader #wolfiezz

[strawnarrries]

Dirty Book

Summary: Your husband catches you reading another dirty book and doesn't enjoy you getting turned on without him, so he takes matters into his own hands and makes you forget all about your book.

Requested: Nope but my box is always open!

POV: 2nd

Word Count: 4.4k

Warning(s): M/F receiving oral, unprotected sex

The sound of the water pellets hitting the shower floor echoed throughout the bathroom and floated into your bedroom, a perfect background noise for your reading session. It was around 9:30pm (21:30) and you were currently laying in bed, snuggled up under your cozy, white comforter, reading a romance thriller- a book your best friend had insisted you read. This book was all over tiktok recently so you were excited to see what the hype was all about. Plus, you loved a good spicy book.

After dinner, you had taken an everything shower. You washed your hair, and your body, exfoliated, and shaved everything, as well as doing a face mask and your skincare routine. You lit one of your favorite candles to make the room smell sweet before snuggling under the covers to read. You loved the vibe that you were living right now- freshly clean, soft skin against your silky sheets, nose filled with the perfect mix of scents from your candle - raspberry nectar, iris petals, and airy vanilla - while you were snuggled under your soft covers, reading your favorite genre of book.

Your husband, Niall, had walked into the room not even 5 minutes ago, but you were so engrossed in your book, you didn't even acknowledge him. He head straight for the bathroom and turned on the shower. He came out only a few minutes later and you couldn't help but let your eyes snap up to watch him once you noticed he was completely naked.

You would be lying if you said the words you were reading hadn't made your thighs squeeze shut and your heart rate increase as you pictured you and Niall instead of the two main characters. He walked towards the dresser that sat right in front of your bed, ruffling through one of the drawers for something. You were so distracted by him that you hadn't even cared to notice what he was doing. The way his back muscles flexed with every movement he made, the countless number of freckles against his skin that you loved to kiss, and his perky bum cheeks that you never resisted grabbing whenever the occasion arrived. The back of him was so pretty and you wished you had admired it more over the years.

He lifted his head and your eyes flicked up to his in the faint reflection of the large, black tv hanging above the dresser. You made eye contact with those pretty eyes and couldn't help the blush that arose on the apples of your cheeks. His head flicked around to check if you were actually looking at him and his lips turned into a smirk when he noticed he wasn't just seeing things.

"Quit droolin'," he teased.

You rolled your eyes with a soft grin on your lips before finding the place where you left off in your book, getting lost in the pages once again. He walked back into the bathroom, closing the door behind him and you soon heard the glass door to the shower open and close, signaling that he had hopped in.

You weren't sure how long he was in there, but soon enough you heard the shower turn off and the only noise filling your ears was the words you read on the page. Niall had quickly dried off and done his basic skin care routine before walking back into your bedroom, not even bothering to put on any clothes. You hadn't acknowledged him, too engrossed in this spicy scene to want to look away even for a second.

He walked towards the end of the bed and climbed in between your legs, "'s dat one of yer dirty books?"

"Maybe," you grinned, peeking your eyes just over the brim of the pages to look at him.

He was fresh out of the shower, his hair still wet and his skin glowing from his skincare regimen. He didn't reply, he just pushed your shirt up to reveal your belly and rested his cheek against it, his damp hair cold against your warm skin. You continued to read your book and you felt his fingers play with the strings on your pajama pants.

"Don't like dat," he mumbled suddenly.

"Don't like what?"

"Don't like the fact dat yer gettin' turned on without me."

"'m not gettin' turned on," you replied, letting your book rest on your upper lip while peeking over it once again to look at him as he lifted his head to look at you.

"Oh really?"

"Mm mm," you shook your head.

"So if I took a quick peek, ya wouldn't be wet at all?"

"Nope," you hummed, popping the 'p' confidently.

He sat up and slipped his fingers past the band of both your pajama pants and your panties, tugging them down your legs. You obliged and lifted your hips to help him. Once he pulled them off each leg, he threw them carelessly onto the floor. You immediately closed your thighs, hiding your secret. He placed both palms on either one of your knees and urged you to open them for him, "Lemme see."

You didn't fight it, starting to feel more desperate for him to touch you by the second. You let your legs fall open, your stringy arousal now in full view for him. You watched his face transform as he admired you, a smug smirk curved onto his lips and his eyes slowly darkened with lust. His fingers immediately slipped through your folds, feeling and spreading your wetness.

"You fuckin' liar," he teased.

You hummed softly at his touch, your hips instinctively bucking up. He laid down on his belly and wrapped his right arm around your hips, now face to face with your throbbing center. You crossed your ankles around his shoulders, butterflies erupting in your stomach from excitement for what's to come. Using his left hand, he placed his callous fingers on your swollen clit, rubbing it back it forth.

You whimpered out his name softly, eyes fluttering shut. Your hips bucked up and he let his fingers move south, easily slipping a finger past your dripping entrance. He felt all around you, curling his finger up and finding that special spot just under where your clit was located. Focusing on that spot, he moved his finger in and out of you, hitting the spot with each thrust. You felt your orgasm slowly rising and the book getting looser in your hands, threatening to fall closed on the sheets beneath you.

Using his free hand, he spread you open for him before leaning down and wrapping his pink lips around your throbbing clit. You let out a pornographic moan, dropping the book onto the bed next to you, not even bothering to mark your page. Your hands immediately threaded through his dark, damp locks. He suckled on your bud, fingers moving in and out of you, hitting your spot with each thrust. You knew it wouldn't be long until you were arching your back and screaming his name.

No words were spoken between you two. He was desperate to get you off and you were desperate to get off. The only noises filling the room was your moans and the wet sounds of him working you towards your orgasm. He quickly slipped his fingers out of you, wrapping both hands around your hips and pulling you closer to him. His mouth watered at the sight of you soaking and swollen for him. He licked up your entire center before dipping the tip of his tongue into your entrance. He felt around your walls and your grip on his hair tightened.

Your arousal coated his tongue and he hummed against you, vibrations from his voice sending waves of pleasure up your spine. He pulled his tongue out of you and flicked the tip back and forth against your clit, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. With his free hand, he reached up under your shirt and grabbed onto your right breast, squeezing and kneading it. You quickly grabbed onto the hem of your top and pulled it up over your head, throwing it across the room and exposing yourself to him.

Keeping yourself sat up slightly, you rested your elbows on the sheets under you, supporting your body up so you could watch him. He glanced up at you and you made eye contact with those pretty blue eyes, an open-mouthed grin quickly growing on his lips. His hair was sticking up in every direction from your previous tugging and the scruff that perfectly lined his jaw tickled your skin. His calloused fingers were tweaking your nipple and your thighs were loosely wrapped around his head as he lapped at your clit, sliding the tip of his tongue all around it as he felt it throb against him. It was a scene you never wanted to forget. Just the sight of him could send you into a frenzy.

"Ya like dat?"

"Niall, oh my god," you whimpered, letting your head fall back onto your shoulders.

He chuckled against you, his breath warm against your burning skin. Grabbing onto your hips with both hands to keep you in place, he wrapped his lips around your clit once more and began to suck with the perfect pressure he's learned you love. You bucked your hips up into him, lifting your head to watch him again. This time, all you could see was a mess of brown hair between your thighs, causing your abdomen to clench.

Your moans got more frequent the closer you got to your orgasm and you both knew it would only be a few short seconds before you are thrown off the edge. You let your body relax on the bed again, your fingers immediately tangling through his locks and pushing him impossibly closer to you.

"Gonna cum?" he mumbled against you.

"Mhm," you whined, your face contorted with pleasure as you focused on your orgasm quickly approaching.

He used his left hand and stuck his middle finger and his ring finger past your opening, thrusting it back and forth, doing everything in his power to unravel that knot in the pit of your stomach. With his fingers hitting all your sweet spots and his mouth suckling your clit, your orgasm took over your entire body.

Pleasure filled every one of your senses, pulling you out of reality and putting you into your own universe. You never wanted this feeling to stop. Your back was arching off the bed, your toes were curling against his shoulders, your thighs were trembling against his head, your grip on his hair was tightening, and moans were continually spilling from your lips. He felt your warmth coat his digits and he slowed down his thrusts to milk out your orgasm. Soon enough your body relaxed into the soft sheets beneath you, your moans being taken over by heavy pants.

He licked you clean before slipping his fingers out and climbing up the bed to hover over you. He hovered his fingers in front of your lips and you opened your mouth, taking them in and tasting your release. You let your tongue slide in between his two fingers and bobbed your head once, twice, to give him a preview of what was to come. His eyes were locked on your plump lips wrapped around him, jaw opened as a groan escaped his throat.

"God, you're so hot," he hummed.

You giggled and he slipped his fingers out of your mouth, pressing both hands on the bed next to either side of your head to support his weight. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. They moved in sync, his tongue slipping out and asserting his dominance. You love that tongue, obviously, but especially when he kissed you. He did it so well and so gracefully, it was so sexy.

"I love you," you whispered against his lips

"I love ya too," he hummed back.

After catching your breath from your release, you finally gained back the energy to return the favor. You pushed him onto his back on his side of the bed next to you, getting ready to straddle him before hearing him grunt, "Ow."

He reached under his back and pulled your book out from underneath him, handing it to you with a facial expression to show you he wasn't impressed.

"Don't crush it!" you exclaimed, grabbing it from him and making sure the pages weren't bent before placing it on your bedside table.

He rolled his eyes teasingly and you straddled his lap, sitting perfectly so his hard member was in between your folds. He wrapped his hands on either side of your hips and you pressed your hands against his toned chest. You began to grind your hips back and forth on him, soaking him with your growing wetness.

Your hands slid up to cup his jaw as you leaned down and pressed your lips to his, kissing him passionately. Your hips were still mindlessly moving against him, the friction between you two sending light waves of pleasure across you.

"I wanna taste you," you hummed against his lips.

"Go for it, baby. Ya know I won't stop ya," he chuckled.

You grinned at him and pressed a few more kisses to his sweet lips before they trailed down to his jaw, his neck, his chest, and down down down until you were sat on your knees between his legs. You wrapped your hand around his already hard length and began to pump him in preparation. His swollen, red tip peaked out underneath his foreskin with each down stroke, precum oozing from his slit.

You pressed a sweet kiss to his tip before wrapping your lips around him, suckling gently. He lifted his head up to watch you as you came off of him with a soft pop and leaned down to the base of his shaft. You licked up the underside of him like a melting popsicle before taking him into your mouth, palm wrapped around what you could not fit in. Reaching down, he entangled his fingers through your long, brunette locks, pulling your hair into a ponytail and holding it out of your face. You began to bop your head up and down and you heard a groan leave his lips and his head falling back against the pillow underneath him.

He smelled and tasted so good. Being fresh out of the shower, the manly scent of his body wash filled your nose and the salty taste of his precum mixed with your previous arousal swarmed your taste buds. You hummed against him, acknowledging that he wasn't the only one enjoying this. You loved making him feel good. Being able to watch his stomach clench and his face twist with pleasure lit a fire in your abdomen. You were the one making him feel so good and you were the only one making him feel that good.

Flattening your tongue, you began to lick up the underside of him again. Your mouth watered for him, you were practically drooling over him; he was soaked, drenched in your saliva, but that's exactly how he liked it.

Paying attention to his tip, you began to swirl your tongue on the underside of him, your palm quickly pumping his shaft. He lifted his head up to watch you again, the sight of you on your knees for him being one of his favorite things to watch. Feeling his stare, you flicked your eyes up to his and came in contact with his usual blue ones darkened by lust. His jaw was lax and formed in an 'o' shape, his eyebrows were furrowed together, his stomach clenched each time your tongue drew a full circle around him, and a thin layer of sweat glistening his skin. You couldn't help the smile that erupted on your lips at the euphoric look of him, your tongue never stopping its movements around his tip.

Breaking eye contact, you wrapped your lips around him again and took him in. You moved your head up and down at a quick pace, feeling his grip on your hair tightening. You placed both hands on either one of his thighs and gripped him for stability as you relaxed your throat and took him deeper. The course patch of curls lining his pelvis tickled the tip of your nose each time you took him in and the moans that left his lips were like music to your ears.

"Fuck, Y/N, yer so fuckin' good at dis," he moaned and his words went straight to your center, your wetness growing.

After feeling your jaw begin to get sore, you wrap your lips around his tip, suckling it while your dominant hand pumped him at the pace you knew he loved. Your other hand went to cup his balls, massaging them ever so gently. You were doing everything in your power to get him to his orgasm. By the twitch of him in your mouth and the growing sounds of his moans, you knew it would only be seconds until he was pushing you away. And you weren't wrong.

"Mm, fuck, okay, okay, okay," he whimpered painfully since he wanted to cum, but he knew if he did, he wouldn't get hard again quick enough to be inside of you, "Wanna be in ya."

You licked your lips as you straddled his waist again, cupping his face and leaning down to kiss him. Your kisses were sloppy and desperate, moving in sync with each other. You sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, biting it gently and pulling it back before letting it snap back into place. You sat back up and were about to reach down to position him at your entrance before he stopped you.

"Hang on," he breathed out, "'m gonna cum immediately if 'm in ya right now."

"You're too easy," you grinned at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing kisses on each freckle that lined his skin.

As you gave him a few minutes to cool down, you moved your lips back up to his. They moved leisurely against each other, your tongues entangling and causing the taste of each other to overwhelm your senses. Your painted fingernails ran through his damp hair while his bitten ones ran up and down your back slowly; a much slower and sweeter moment than earlier when everything was sexier and faster-paced. It wasn't long before he deepened your kisses once more, picking up from where you had left off.

"You ready?" you asked excitedly.

"Mhm," he nodded.

You sat up on your knees and positioned him at your entrance. You wasted no time before you slid down on him, taking all of him in until you were sat on his lap again. After watching him disappear inside of you, you looked up at him, both of your jaws slack. Giving yourself a few seconds to adjust to him, you purposefully squeezed your walls around him and watched as a groan left his lips and face contorted with pleasure.

You began grinding against him, the curls lining his pelvis stimulating your clit with each thrust. Hovering over him, you let both of your elbows rest on either side of his head. He placed his hands on your hips and helped you rock back and forth as you watched each other react to the euphoria that came with your bodies connecting. You pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and smiled down at him.

"You feel so good," you whispered, lips slightly brushing up against his with each thrust.

"Ya do too, baby. Don't t'ink I'll last long with ya lookin' like dis on top of me," he replied, one hand sliding up your body and cupping your breast.

You chuckled breathlessly and pressed your lips against his. Your lips moved in sync with his, tongues slipping out and caressing each other. You gently nibbled on his bottom lip, sucking it into your mouth before sitting back up. Placing both hands on his chest again, you began to move your hips faster against his, slightly bouncing on him.

The knot in the pit of your stomach began tightening as the feeling of his girth filled you completely and sent pleasure throughout your body. You could feel every vein, every ridge, every inch of him against your slick walls. His tip brushed up against your special spot with each thrust and you couldn't stop your teeth from sinking into your bottom lip.

You looked down between your connecting bodies and watched as his member disappeared and appeared. He was completely coated, glittering with your arousal. His fingernails were carving crescent-shaped moons into the skin of your thighs, sure to be deep enough for you to find tomorrow morning. Your breasts bounced with each thrust of your hips and Niall was in complete awe as he watched you above him. His gorgeous wife, completely naked above him, moving back and forth against his throbbing member, soft whimpers occasionally leaving her pretty lips, it was something he never ever wanted to forget.

Your thrusts began to get sloppy as you felt your thighs begin to burn in overuse. Soon enough the burn overpowered the pleasure. You stopped your thrusts and sat completely on him in a huff, "Can you spoon me?"

"Yeah, c'mere," he answered.

You climbed off of him, feeling unsatisfyingly empty as he slipped out of you. You lay on your side next to him while he lay on his. His back was pressed to yours and you lifted your left leg over his leg to give him easy access. He immediately grabbed onto his throbbing member and slipped it inside of you. Wasting no time at all, his pace was fast and hard. His arms were wrapped around you tightly as your body moved with each slap of his hips against yours.

His right arm was laying straight, his bicep acting as a pillow for your head. Using your right arm, you reached out and grabbed onto his hand, intertwining your fingers and squeezing him tightly as you moaned out his name, "Oh, Niall."

"Ya feel me deep, baby?" he asked, using his right hand to press on your lower stomach, feeling the repetitive movements of him sliding in and out of you.

Unable to form coherent words at this point, you moaned in response, your toes curling against his ankle. The pressure from his hand against your abdomen intensified your pleasure. Your orgasm was quickly rising again, your stomach clenching each time he thrust against your sweet spots.

Using the hand placed on your stomach, he wrapped his palm around your neck, sliding it up to cup your jaw and moving it towards him. You moaned as his lips connected with yours, opened-mouthed kisses shared between you two. He swallowed your moans, the vibrations sending goosebumps to arise on his skin. Your kisses were sloppy and desperate as you both chased your orgasms, straining for a release.

"I love ya," he grunted against your lips.

You replied in a delighted, breathy hum, "I love you too."

Sliding his hand down from your jaw, he cupped your left breast in his palm, kneading it as his thrusts sped up. He pinched your nipple between his index finger and thumb, twisting it, causing a whimper to leave your lips. Your walls mindlessly began squeezing around him, silently signaling him that you were close. You were so close.

"Gonna cum? Need ya t' finish first," he grunted in your ear.

"Mhm, touch me," you whimpered, grabbing onto the hand that was kneading your left breast and moving it to your throbbing center.

His calloused fingers quickly moved back and forth across your throbbing clit. The pleasure only heightened and you were bucking your hips into his hand, breath hitched in your throat. Your moans grew as your orgasm grew closer and you knew it would only be seconds before you were releasing on him.

"C'mon," he encouraged, "Know yer close. Lemme hear ya."

And just like that, the tight knot in your stomach unraveled and pleasure numbed your entire body from the tip of your toes to the top of your head. You didn't hold back your moans, you relaxed your throat and let him know just how good he made you feel. Your back was arched and your toes curled. His pace never slowed down as he carried you through your orgasm, your face scrunched up in pleasure. The feeling of your warmth engulfing him had him instantly releasing inside of you, coating your walls with his love for you. He buried his face into the back of your neck, your hair muffling his groans and the feeling of his warm breath fanned the back of your neck.

His thrusts slowed down as he milked out the last bits of your orgasms and soon, your moans were taken over by heavy breaths as you both came down from your highs. He gave you a sweet kiss on your cheek before getting up to retrieve a clean washcloth for you, a routine you both fell into once you got an IUD and stopped using condoms. You lay there with your eyes closed, feeling your heartbeat slow and your breath calm. You heard him turn the sink on and running water echoed throughout your bathroom. He soon turned it off and you heard his footsteps get closer to you.

Climbing on the bed again, he rolled you on your back and gently opened your legs. Still recovering from your powerful orgasm, you kept your eyes closed and he grinned at you, "Ya still wit' me, baby?"

"Mhm," you hummed delightfully, opening your eyes and looking at the beautiful man above you.

He wiped you clean with the damp washcloth, the lukewarm temperature of it against your burning skin giving you chills. After double checking you were all cleaned up and making sure none had dripped onto the bed, he walked back into the bathroom. He set the dirtied towel on the counter, planning to deal with it later before walking back into the room and falling onto the bed with a big grunt.

"Jesus," he breathed out in a chuckle, "I feel like I need t' take another shower after dat."

"Wanna take a bath?" you asked, looking over at him through your eyelashes.

"Sure," he replied quickly.

"Really?" you asked excitedly. Niall never wanted to take baths with you!

"Yeah, but only if ya add bubbles."

"I'll add as many bubbles as you want."

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[sashi-ya]

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 [+18] 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐰 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐩𝐫𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 [chapter four]

ʚ masterlist: part 1; part 2; part 3 : part 5 ; final ʚ tw: MDNI. a little bit of angst. law being a man. slow burn romance. very slow burn.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒: 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

Your naked skin, still dripping from the shower, shown in front of him. Every inch of your anatomy exposed. If Law wished he could touch, he could kiss, and even worse. Yet, his eyes were only focused on your façade.

Giving you soft slaps on your cheek, he calls you. His voice feels like a shattering glass, only pieces of your name reach your ears.

“(Name)-ya… let me take you to a safer place” he murmurs, lifting you in arms. Your face falling to the side, your arms hanging loosely from his embrace.

A sudden comfort surrounds you. It’s warm, it’s fluffy and gentle. A soft lavender scent relaxes you. You have no more energy to fight the slumber. You have no more will to wake up…

Grey eyes scan your unconscious façade. His hands work softly, a towel placed over your body. Law didn’t even think for a second about looking at you in an indecent way. He checks for possible injuries; falling in the shower is a very dangerous situation.

Once Law makes sure you are fine, he covers you with his freshly washed sheets. A soft ray of light filters through the blackouts of his room, and it is enough for your profile to be illuminated.

Your skin is so tempting to him; you are the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. And that beautiful woman was now sleeping peacefully in his bed. And yet again, for the wrong causes. None of the things that destiny seem to be giving him were able to be enjoyed. Like the tale of the reflection of a flower in a lake, he was able to see the beauty of the flower but never touch it.

Law bites the nail of his index, he is sitting right by your side, contemplating you breathe in a constant cycle of thorax’s ups and downs. His eyelids feel heavy, he hasn’t slept yet. Not for a single minute.

His body swings as he slowly seems to be falling asleep, but he shakes his head on time. Wasn’t for that, he could have fallen asleep right by your side… something he was wishing to do with all his heart.

The surgeon stands up; he walks in silence to the bathroom; closes the tab and takes the clothes he gave you before. Folding and then placing them perfectly arranged by your side, he feels as if he had completed a very important task.

Then, he proceeds to move his chair next to the bed, and once there he sits to wait until you would wake up… but, exhaustion seems stronger than any insomnia he could suffer from… “(Name-ya)… if… if you need me… just… call…”

A ray of sunlight shines bright on your lids.

You wake up, exalted. It takes you some time to remember all of what had happened. However, why you are absolutely naked, only covered by a towel and the sheets, in a bed that’s not yours and with a pain in your neck is still unknown.

By your side, sitting on a chair and resting over the edge of a king-sized bed, Law seems to be sleeping. He is still dressed, and he isn’t even sitting on his… own bed?

Suddenly, you remember what happened; you didn’t listen to Law’s recommendation and passed out on the shower. You make yourself into a ball, covering with his white comforter. You wish you could simply disappear. Of course, Law has seen you naked, and probably had to carry you, and the worst part is that he is not even allowed to sleep in his own bed.

You look to the side, to discover some clean clothes folded next to you. “This man has everything planned or something?” you giggle in silence, grabbing a pair of lose shorts and a yellow shirt with the “Germa 66” emblem printed on it.

“Nerd…” you whisper smiling, while getting comfortable into his clothes. It all smells extra clean, like the sheets of a hospital bed.

You crawl to where he lays. The sun is up, but you know he hasn’t slept well. He needs proper rest. So, you shake him softly.

“Law… Law… please sleep in your bed” you murmur, when he slowly opens his eyes. He mumbles something you can’t understand, and even if you have known him for less than 24 hours, you can’t help but feel the need to hug him.

He suddenly shakes his head, forcing himself to wake fully up (even if his dark circles say otherwise)

“(Name)-ya! Are you ok? You- ah… you are dressed” he breathes, relieved. “How are you? I covered you with towels, so I- I didn’t –“ he tries to excuse himself, once again, as if it was his fault. But you stop him; his red cheeks are too much for your heart to take.

“Law, it’s ok! Thank you. And I should be sorry… Please, get into your bed. You need to sleep” you tell him, pulling from his tattooed hand towards the mattress.

He widens his eyes; now the sleepiness has been shaken off his façade. “Bed- I- wait- but you-“ he stutters, worried as if it was a sin for him to enjoy his own bed.

“Don’t worry. I will be taking my leave now. You’ve done too much for me already. You need to sleep. I will clean your clothes and give them back to you tonight, before my flight” you state, smiling and frankly feeling a lot better than before.

Law rubs his eyes, giving you the image of a soft puppy barely awake. “I won’t force you to stay, but why don’t you stay a little bit longer? You should eat something. We can order breakfast if you don’t wanna go visit my friend’s restaurant” he murmurs, with a rather deeper voice than before.

The plan seems enticing, and you would lie if you said you didn’t want to stay until your flight. Yet, you understand that sometimes a little bit of distance is needed… but, is it because you really want to be alone? Or is it because deep inside you want this kind man to need you?

You shake your head with your hands up in the air. “I will repay you with dinner tonight. Since I’m not gonna be attending the con, I’ll be having all day for free in here… what do you think?” you ask, twisting the hem of Law’s shirt, that’s suits you so perfectly, while you speak.

Law swallows and nods. “Oh… Ok” he mumbles, standing up and yawning. “Please, let me drive you to your hotel”

You giggle; “it won’t be necessary, Law. I can call an uber. Just rest”

Law is not convinced, but ultimately he accedes. He knows you don’t want to be forced. He sighs. But he follows you to the living room.

Once you gather everything, taking his black coat with you -because he insisted- you check your phone. It’s about to die, but it should have enough power until you get to the hotel. The uber is about to arrive, and you should be leaving.

You bow, right by the entrance, with your bag in your hands. You don’t really wanna leave, but it is the right thing to do.

“Thank you so much, Law. I appreciate all you did for me” you whisper, in front of him. The doctor still has hair looking like a sexy mess, and his eyes show a little extra black shadow giving you the idea he probably likes to line his eyes to make his silver irises pop. What an edgy doctor…

Law nods, and you wait until he looks back at you to kiss his cheek. You are sure that’s something that shouldn’t be done, but it felt as if your body was moving on its own.

Him, on the other side, opened wide his eyes as he felt your slightly cracked lips on his skin and couldn’t move a single muscle more even if he wanted to.

However, once you turn around smiling, his inked fingers grab you by your coat. You freeze. If you were to turn around, you aren’t sure what would happen…

“Please (Name)-ya, save my number. If you need something, just call me”

You breathe a sigh of relief; you felt like the oxygen around you would disappear when he grabbed you. And probably, Law did too…

“Oh my, you are right! I will need it for tonight! Here…” you stutter, giving your phone to him.

Your hands graze, and your cheeks burn in response. Law’s eyes remain fixed into the screen for a couple of seconds, and his soft stare turns into the frown you saw when you met him.

You don’t really understand what happens, but soon he is over with saving his number. “Here. This is the number of my office at the hospital. If you aren’t feeling ok you can call right there. If it’s not me, it will be Dr. Nico-ya who will pick up. Don’t worry about the clothes. You can keep them” he says, a lot more serious than before, sounding almost like if he was mad at you.

You are taken aback. Wasn’t he supposed to give you his phone number? What happened?

You look at the phone and then give him a fake smile. “Oh. Ok, Law. Again, thank you for saving my life. Bye…” you whisper, opening the door and taking two steps outside into the hall.

“Law, I-“ you stop your words.

Law, who already has his hand over the latch, immediately closes the door once you are completely outside his home. His smile has faded completely, yet deep inside his eyes everything remain the same… it seemed as if he didn’t want to hear those last words.

You shake your head and call the elevator. What has exactly happened, you have no idea. But deep inside your heart, you can’t help but feel a little sharp wound that will take you some time to heal.

You sigh and get into the elevator. After all, he was just being polite… he is just a kind man, a doctor that couldn’t let a person suffer without attention.

You get into the car that’s waiting for you outside. It is still pretty early, and there is a thin mantle of fog filling the ambience. You check the time, barely 9:00 am. You didn’t sleep much, neither did Law. And you begin to regret not having breakfast with him.

“Rough night, huh? yohohoho” the driver asks. He looks as thin as a skeleton, and his laughter makes you smile. You really needed something to pull you out a misery that’s beginning to invade your soul once again.

You scoff, massaging your temples; “Rougher than you may think, Sir…”

He scratches his afro and turns on the radio. Some kind of pirate shanty begins to play, and somehow it makes your heart feel warm again. He turns around while waiting for the red light to turn green and smiles at you. “Ahh I can still remember those young days; don’t be sad, girl! Smile!”

You nod, you really needed something to get distracted. However, there is still something that keeps eating you alive… why did Law change so quickly? What made him do it?  

“And then… they say women are the ones with mood swings… pff” you think. “I wish more men acted like you Luffy… they call you childish but look at them” you grunt as you look at your wallpaper; a pic Sabo took of you and your cousin Luffy, hugging, during last Christmas...

Law dragged his soul towards the couch of his living room. His body didn’t even want to get into bed. Flopping with violence, he notices his stomach begins to growl loudly while his fists were tightly closed.

“What the fuck I was thinking… of course she has a boyfriend” he grunts, grabbing his phone that had been left all night over the coffee table.

He checks his notifications, noticing a bunch of messages on the group chat he has with the guys; “Heart Pirates”

22:40 Bepo > captain! Is (Name) ok? 22:41 Shachi > leave her to rest, heartbreaker! Don’t be rough 😏 22:42 Penguin > use protection, doc. We want you to have fun not a son 👶👶 22:42 Penguin > btw you owe us money, we bought stuff for you and the lady. The fridge is full of snacks. EAT something. Besides her.

Law sighs; they have been insisting with him having “fun”… but he is not into such things. He only wants to be alone, and in peace. He is afraid of losing. Once again… And now, it seemed as if he had lost her even before meeting her.  

09:02 Law > I’d gladly ask you all to fuck off. She already left. 09:03 Law > Not you Bepo.

He turns off the phone and makes himself into a ball. Soon, his eyes finally shut, and a violent snoring invades his apartment.

You try to find the card to your hotel room, but, of course it is nowhere to be found. You are in such a bad mood, that you are sure you could punch someone if they dare to bother you with the simplest question.

“Hi, I lost my card. I was in the hospital and I’m not sure where it is” you say -you bark-. “Yeah? so what?” a red-haired boy, that looks more like a punk rather than a hotel receptionist says.

You smile while your eyelid twitches. “I need a new one, please…” you murmur, trying not to punch the man in front of you. He has some kind of weird looking prosthetic on his arm, and you find it pretty interesting. “Cool arm, by the way… Eustass” you joke, looking at the tag on his uniform. Tag decorated with stickers of skulls and a lot of studs.

“You like my arm? What else do you like about me, huh?” he -tries to- flirt with you? “Eustass, believe me I’m not in the mood for a good fuck, but if I was I’d definitely say… no to you. Give the key, come on. Room 221”

He laughs. “You little shit… I like you. Here, don’t lose it this time”  he says, giving you the new card.

You grab it, and while you walk away you stop to turn around. “Thanks, punk boy” you joke, laughing and giving him the finger.

Again, alone. A hotel room that still looks like a mess receives you as you open the door. Make up, the wigs you were to use the following days, clothes and your cosplays hung everywhere.

You don’t really care about anything right now. You only wish to die into the bed, even if now you should be having breakfast with a handsome surgeon. “Me and my stupid ideas… should have stayed there…”

You take off the coat he gave you, not before feeling the need to smell the traces of his sweet perfume on it. However, you can’t forget the fact that he literally closed the door in your face.

“Like every damn man, he probably wanted me to give him my body… but because I didn’t give it to him he got mad… HA! HA!!!! ALL THE SAME!” you bark at the ceiling of the hotel room, throwing your bag to the floor.

Suddenly, a fluffy white ball came out of the bag and rolled into the ground. You gasp and take your hands to your mouth. “THE DAMN KEYCHAIN! I DIDN’T GIVE IT BACK TO HIM!”

The less you want is him thinking you stole his plushie, much less to think you have some kind of crush on him and so that you became so attached to a simple keychain -even if, deep inside, it was probably true-.

You think about what you should do, but ultimately it would be his fault because he didn’t want to give you his phone number. Right?

“No. I need to give it back to him! I can’t steal from him!” you say, lifting your finger as if you were stating an inexorable truth. “Ugh… is it because of morals or because I wanna see that nerd again?” you sigh, loudly.

You shake your head; thinking while sleepy and hungry will only lead you to take the wrong decision. You should eat and sleep first. You still have a whole day to contact and give him the damn plushie back before you fly back home.

A bag of chips later and some cans of soda after, you roll into bed -still dressed in his comfortable clothes-. And just like him, your eyes shut and while snoring loudly you pass out.

The theme song of Germa 66’s army chimes loudly on your phone. You grunt, still with your eyes closed. “Ughhhhhhh” you whine, grabbing the sheets and hiding inside them. You don’t wanna wake up. Your mind doesn’t want to face life right now.

You roll to the side; the insistence of the song is getting on your nerves. “WHAT, WHAT, WHAT?” you scream finally looking at the phone screen.

Of course, you set an alarm, but you never thought you would need it. You discover you have slept all throughout the day and now the night has taken over the city, once more. In less than a couple of hours you should be ready and heading to the airport.

You aren’t really interested in checking your socials, but you notice 5 missed calls; 21 messages, 159 Instagram notifications… none of them from Law. He doesn’t even have your phone number, after all.

Frankly, those calls and messages were nothing but the event organizers; people who probably reacted because of Officer Roronoa.

“Oh… I should call the police station to ask about the case before leaving… or not… maybe I- I don’t really wanna know. I just want to go back home” you murmur, standing up from bed.

You look yourself in the mirror. Hair is a mess; some little trace of mascara underneath your waterline, and his clothes covering your naked skin.

Suddenly remembering the past happenings, you sigh. What had happen during this trip is by far something that will never repeat…

hopefully…  

You decide is time to get some proper food and start packing after so it’s better to ask for room service.

“Open, Law. What happened?” Penguin asks from the other side of the door. The banging seemed not to be enough to wake the doctor up.

“Ugh… this- Law has to extremes. Either he never sleeps or dies and melts into the bed” Shachi says.

Bepo arrives soon after, scolding them for making so much noise, and uses his key to open the apartment door. “Captain? Are you here?” he asks, noticing there isn’t any lights turned on.

They finally find a lump sleeping on the couch, snuggled to one of the cushions. What seems to be Law is only being illuminated by the night lights from the city outside. The big window that leads to the balcony of his apartment has amazing views.

They know that he must not be happy from the night before; and it’s time to act…

Bepo jumps to hug him; while Penguin already begins to prepare the onigiris. Shachi turns on the tv, in search for Sora’s chapters to play. They wont let his “captain” fall back into depression again.

Law grunts; of course, he does. And also acts as if he doesn’t enjoy their company, but he isn’t letting his friend Bepo go either. Apparently, the white-haired guy is known to give the most comforting and warm hugs you could ever need.

“Tell me something. What happened, Law?” Penguin asks, serving a big badge of onigiri on the coffee table.

“Nothing. What do you wanna know?” Law growls, grabbing one of the rice balls to inspect it.

Shachi jolts from his seat, throwing with him the tv controller and owning a deadly stare coming from his friend. “Nothing? Why did she left THAT early? What did you do, captain??!!” he asks, scandalized.

“Nothing. I did nothing to her. She left because she wanted to. She said she wanted to invite me to dinner, but I simply didn’t wanna have anything else to do with her” Law spits, as he stuffs his cheeks with rice and tuna.

The three of them look at Law with their mouths open. Bepo couldn’t react. Shachi was still processing, but Penguin had to say something; “Are you a brute or something? You- why would you do that, Law?! It was obvious you liked her, and she liked you! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?”

Law looks at them munching the onigiri, looking like a mad squirrel. “Becauf she hads a boyfriendf” he says, as if that was enough reason to be rude to her.

Bepo immediately takes his phone and begins researching all throughout her Instagram page. The only man he had only seen was a younger looking guy, wearing a strawhat with a little wound under his left eye… But she never posted anything regarding boyfriends… ever.

“How do you know that? Did she tell you?” Shachi questions, prior taking a bit off Penguin’s onigiri.

“No, she didn’t. But when she gave me her phone so that I could add my number I saw her wallpaper. She was hugging a guy in the photo. Young looking man, that could get me on my nerves by just looking at him” Law mumbles, as he takes yet another rice ball.

His white-haired friend, who has been silently -and patiently- waiting for Law to give an explanation, shows his phone to him. “You mean him?”

Law nods, narrowing his eyes at the photo.

“Law, you – would you mind reading the caption?” Penguin, who also got in the middle to read, whispers.

The doctor, annoyed, and already wanting to stop talking about the situation takes a quick glance at the screen. “Why… I don’t ca- ah… <Christmas with my cousin Luffy! I love you boo!> her cousin… HER COUSIN???”

Of course, Law’s cheeks become the next shade of intense red ever invented. He felt like the biggest idiot; knowing that, in any case, you wouldn’t forgive him from slamming the door right in your face. He couldn’t process how immature he had been with you, and instead rolled down to the carpet.

“I’m an idiot” “yes, you are” “where does she live?” “she isn’t from here. She is probably about to leave her hotel to flight back home”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“TO THE AIRPORT. LET’S GO TO THE AIRPORT!”

Continues in ➡ chapter 5 

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[wildemaven]

Hey lovely🥰 if you’re taking requests, I’d love your take on this: (sorry it’s v jumbled)

Her Steve and Javi get caught in a bad raid. She witnesses Carrillo’s death, and is desperately trying to wake him up.

Javi n Steve try to get through to her and pull her away. She eventually stumbles back and runs away.

Javi finds her hours later standing in the middle of the locker rooms, half naked in front of the sleazy CIA guys, drunk and frantically trying to scrub the blood off.

He tells them to fuck off and helps her when she needs it most. Thank you 🥹

Hi anon!! Thank you for sending this in. I sat on it for a bit, but ended up writing a little something. Hopefully this kind of lines up with what you were thinking. It’s not beta’d and honestly I just quickly threw this together so hopefully it works. 💕

Warning: death, blood, not canon events, I think that’s it.

It wasn’t supposed to happen. It was just a routine questioning of some informants, following up on some leads. But you hadn’t taken in account for possible sicarios surrounding the informants home— their own informants tipping them off.

You called for backup, but it’s too late. He’d already taken his last breath nearly 10 minutes ago. His body cold and lifeless as his head lays cradled in your lap. Your vest and clothes now the color of his blood.

Tears stream down your face as the moment replays over and over, how you could have saved him— prevented this catastrophic loss.

Your grip tighter on his vest, muffled voices nearing your hunched over body.

You don’t register what is happening. You see their mouths moving, but you can’t hear them. Everything playing out in slow motion. You grip his vest tighter.

You body is forced away from his, warmth dragging you further and further from him. You think you’re screaming, you have to be. Sound isn’t registering still.

Your focus coming back as Steve shakes you, fingers snapping for your attention. He’s going on about getting you back to the embassy so you can clean yourself up. Your attention is drawn to Javi standing over Carillo’s body, now draped with a sheet. He looks over making eye contact with you, he sees the guilt wash over you.

You push Steve away, stumbling back a few steps before turning and making your way to your car. The tears have stopped, dried crystals of loss. You look out the window one last time before the engine turns over and you drive off. This is part of the job and yet nothing ever prepares you for the reality of losing a colleague and friend.

The drive back is a blur. Both Javi and Steve rang you multiple times, but you just don’t have the mental capacity to hold a conversation. You have paperwork to do, there will probably be meetings and interviews, standard procedures for something of this magnitude.

You feel like a robot moving through the halls. Stares and whispers as you pass by, you’re to numb to care. You catch a glimpse of your reflection in a window, you now seeing the cause for gawking bystanders. His blood.

You need to scrub and clean yourself before you meet with anyone.

It’s been a few hours, Carillo’s body no longer laying in the street, it’s been sent to be prepared for his funeral.

Javi and Steve at their desks working through their own piles of paperwork as the night drags on. At some point Javi decides they both need a coffee break and makes his way to the break room. A few CIA guys are standing in the corner when he enters, their voices lowering immediately.

Grabbing some clean cups, he fills each with freshly brewed coffee. As he goes to leave he hears what sounds like a mention of your name and still being covered in blood. Another stating a missed meeting with the ambassador.

He doesn’t wait around for more. Dropping the cups off with Steve, Javier makes his way to the locker rooms to check on you.

Steam is billowing from the shower room when he enters. He doesn’t immediately notice you, calling your name but only to be met with sound of water running.

Then he notices you. On the ground, back propped up against the wall. You’re still wearing your vest and stained clothes, soaked from head to toe. Your hands in your lap watching the water slowly wash away what’s left of him, the stream of crimson water flowing towards the drain. You can’t move, can’t bring yourself to scrub it away because then it will feel too finalized— you washing yourself and moving forward, while he is no longer here.

A hand gently grabs one of yours, you look up to see Javier a look of worry in his eyes. Your lip trembles as a sob wrecks through your body, a new wave of tears rolling down your cheeks.

You try to speak but you can’t find the words so you just cry.

There’s a tug at your shoulder as Javier begins to remove your vest, breathing now easier after its removal.

Then Javier is pulling your wet clothed body to his now fully clothed soaking-wet self. He holds you as the water continues to spray over you both.

“I’m not ready yet.” You tell him between your dying sobs.

He pulls you closer, “Okay, I’m here when you’re ready.”

#javier Peña #javier peña x reader #Pedro pascal #javier pena imagine #javier peña x you

[arizona2004]

Could I request one where Azriel comforts y/n during her first period as a fae?🥺

I’m making this a headcanon because I felt like it and I did all the bat boys (except Rhys because we already got an insight into that in ACOFAS)...so basically just also Cas

Notes: mentions of the reader having long hair(please disregard those bits if your hair is short)

Azriel

He would be super worried, he’s never been in a committed relationship before, so even though he knows about this stuff, he’s never had to help someone firsthand

You both wake up in the early morning, you with cramps worse than you’ve ever felt, and him to the smell of blood

He realizes the sheets are getting wet with fresh blood where you lay and panics, only slightly relaxing when he realizes it’s your period

You’re still half asleep, writhing on the bed in pain, so he gently lifts you up and into the bathroom

You wake after a few minutes, because of the lights, to find yourself naked in his arms

He’s wiping a cloth between your thighs, and as he pulls it away red you finally understand what the stomach pain is

Embarrassed, you try wiggling out of his grasp, but he grips you by the waist and puts you into the tub of running water

As you sink in, your aching muscles quickly feel relief

Azriel added salts and roses, and other scents that are supposed to ease your pain

He gently grabs your hair before it can touch the water and pulls it back with a ponytail before exiting the bathroom to take care of the sheets

When he comes back a few minutes later, your cheeks are red, and not just because of the warm water you’re flushed with embarrassment from spoiling the sheets

Azriel, sensing this, sits on the ground next to you and takes your hand in his as he kisses you on the cheek and reassures you that everything’s fine and it’s not your fault

After the water cools, Az cleans you up, puts new pajamas on you, and lays you in the freshly made bed

He wraps you up in his big arms, pulling you to his chest so that you can fall asleep to the steady feeling of his heartbeat

He takes off work for the rest of the week, refusing to do a single thing for Rhys because he was busy holding you or buying you snacks

He even “convinced” Cas to make your favorite meal because he knows you think Cassian cooks it better than restaurants

He tries not to act too much like a mother hen, and when the IC starts giving him crap for it, he scowls at them and tries to dial it back but as soon as you call his name, he rushes to you, ready to get anything you need

Cassian

Cassian gets worried when he walks into your shared bedroom and smells blood, but he knows immediately that it’s your period

He has enough female friends and is comfortable enough with them and blood from wounds to tell the difference in the scents

You’re in the bathroom, so he politely knocks on the door and asks if he can get you anything

After a short conversation, he promises he’ll be back as soon as possible and rushes off to the store to get your favorite snacks and feminine products of choice

He returns and joins you in the bathroom, giving you the bag from the store before returning to the bedroom to give you privacy

When he hears you washing your hands, he throws back the blankets in bed, and as soon as the door opens, he picks you up, done giving you space

He walks you to bed and lays you down with him before opening the candy he bought you and feeding you

You try to take the snacks from him, but he holds them away and insists you not use your hands he must feed you

He lays a heating pad down on your stomach, and you fall asleep and nap in his arms for a while

He only wakes you a couple of hours later when you have to change feminine products, but before you can, he suggests a bath

After agreeing, he starts the water and fills it with scents and salts to ease your muscles

While you soak in the tub, he brushes through your hair and braids it, gently pressing kisses to your head as he crosses the hair again and again

When you finish your bath, he lets you dry yourself off while he picks out your favorite comfort clothes

He helps you dress in the comfortable outfit and snuggles you close, big spooning you with his hand resting on your tummy, easing your cramps there

#batboy headcanon #a court of thorns and roses #acotar fic #acotar #azriel x reader #azriel #cassian #cassian x reader #azriel x you #cassian x you #azriel acotar #cassian acotar #azriel x y/n #cassian x y/n #cassian x fem!reader #azriel x fem!reader #comfort #fluff

[mundmutter]

[ 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 ] for some soft ...

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 / accepting. ( [ 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are spooning for comfort and warmth. )

―  🜛  ―  heat  within  an  enclosed  room  seemed  to  grow  more  and  more  difficult  by  each  passing  winter,  though  the  people  around  her  had  advanced  it  seemed  that  earth  was  not  told  to  stroll  alongside  it.  The  brick  fireplace  by  the  front  of  the  bed  had  done  well  to  blanket  them  from  the  cold,  but  it  did  little  to  completely  warm  them  whilst  beneath  the  blankets.  temperatures  twinned  the  outside  snow,  though  the  only  pure  white  within  the  room  had  been  the  hair  currently  shielding  hands  from  the  cold.  The  two  of  them  must  have  complained  all  evening  ;  bundled  in  various  wool,  Chaffee  weighted  and  panting  and  overheating  them  anyway.  .  .  they  could  not  win. 

Not  until  the  lights  had  lowered  and  their  bodies  grew  too  tired  did  they  retire  into  bed,  and  after  a  few  more  moments  under  the  comforters  of  animal  furs  and  cotton  cushions,  did  she  pull  her  nightslip  over  her  head,  leaving  skin  exposed  to  the  soft  embrace  of  freshly  cleaned  sheets.  As  if  knowing  what  she  had  been  aiming  for,  Dante  soon  followed  suit  ―  not  that  he  needed  much  convincing  in  the  first  place,  with  the  sight  of  the  naked  form  tugged  firmly  against  any  self-restraint  that  may  have  lain  dormant  in  anticipation  for  the  nights  sleep.  She  turns  onto  her  most  comfortable  side,  Dante's  stubbled  face  buried  deep  within  her  hair  (  the  scent  of  lavender  his  aid,  the  softness  of  locks  a  temptation  into  slumber  )  ,  taking  such  joy  in  this  life  she  may  experience. 

To  simply  lay  and  be.  To  be  held  and  slept  upon,  skin  in  touch  with  skin,  the  cuddled  up  form  of  Chaffee  that  nestled  within  the  curve  of  their  legs,  hardly  anything  could  compare  to  such  a  paradise.  She  could  awaken  in  the  morning  and  know  that  there  was  at  least  one  human  who  sought  her  warmth.  That  she  was  known,  and  she was loved.

       " Good  night,  Dante.  I  love  you. "

#― ic. answered #killerhubby #― clawing out through the dirt | a belladonna blooming | main #teehee #i am taking advantage of the snow outside hehehh

[thededebean]

Life in pictures xxx

We were doing our own thing around the house on a Saturday afternoon. It was a long week and we both needed a moment to ourselves. We didn't ignore eachother but we kept ourselves busy on our own while under the same roof.

I cleaned up the bedroom and kitchen and my boyfriend the washrooms and living areas. Equal areas. Equal contributions.

I finished the kitchen and started tidying the bedroom. Replacing the sheets after the laundry and picking up dirty clothes from the closet and floor.

I had my noise cancelling headphones on, lost in my own world. Then I heard my phone go off. A text message..... From my husband.... followed by a picture.

It downloaded.

📸It's a picture of me, struggling to fit the four corners of the fitted sheet on the corners of the bed.

I laughed. What was he up to?

Then another picture came thru. A little more compromising. My belly tightens.

I am wearing a cotton button up undone half way down my torso. 📸The second picture very clearly looked straight down my loose top as I stretched to fit the sheet, bent forward.

📸And another. Directly from behind focusing on my white panties. Tucking the top sheet under the mattress. You can see my skin tone under the thin fabric.

I sit on the freshly made bed as another comes through.

📸I am half prone off the bed reaching for the pillows on the floor. Ass up in the air.

I lay back on the bed waiting for more. A couple more come through. Buzz buzz .

📸Another picture exposes my nipples poking into the fabric of my shirt and the outline of my breasts. My face is blissfully unaware of my voyeur.

📸Then another of me reaching down to get the comforter off the floor. You can see my breasts hanging and swaying in the next few pictures.

I find my hand reaching down to my clothed mound. Hoping my own peep show continues.

📸Then I see myself get undressed. This next picture is of my bare naked ass bent over to put my dirty underwear in the hamper. I can see my exposed pucker lifted in the air.

📸Another picture is of me panty-less in front of our mirror staring at my body. Picture by picture roll in. Snapping stills of my shirt falling further off my shoulders.

Viewing pictures of my naked body and then feeling watched turned me on. I slid my finger in-between my lips. Pulling my panties to the side.

I was immeasurably wet. 📸Then I get a picture of my crotch. As just a few minutes ago I was sat in the same position.

I ran my wet fingers up to my mouth and threw my head back as to put on a bit of a show. Aware fully I was being taunted. But I wanted to tease back.

I trailed my my hand down into my shirt. Pulling at my breasts.

📸📸📸 The pictures had caught up to me in real time now. It was like watching a porn of myself. When I unbuttoned my shirt, so did the girl in the pictures.

When I slid off this shirt exposing my breasts so did she.

It was intensely hot. And to know my bf was behind this. I didn't dare look for the camera but I did agonizingly slowly pull off my panties with a few rolls around the bed to catch all angles.

I kept my eyes on the phone as I rolled onto my stomach. I lifted my ass into the air. The pictures started to roll in.

📸my wetness showed very clearly in the next set of photos as I grabbed a toy to play with.

I circled the dildo head around my butthole. Grabbing some of my juice to rub around me and the toy.

📸 The next picture was focused on my blissfully face. Eyes clearly rolled back as the dildo popped into my ass. Lip bitten down on.

I looked like I was in such pleasure.

Every time a picture came in I pushed further. Inch by inch.

I put my phone down as it continued to buzz.

I reached up in-between my legs and used my free hand to rub my pussy.

Buzz buzz buzz buzz.

No doubt that camera was capturing my dildo being pushed inside and my fingers doing their work on my pussy.

I dipped my finger into my hole then rubbed my clit. Then hole. Then clit. Then hole. Then clit. Then clit. Then clit. Then clit. Circling it until I knew it was close to let me explode.

With my whole body shaking and one or two more plunges into my asshole I moan and cry out in ecstasy. Pulling the dildo out but continuing to roll over my clit. Just riding the Saturday pleasure wave.

My phone buzzing like crazy finally stops. I feel a second phone plop beside me as I struggle to look behind me. I start to hear palpations then a cock is plunged into my gaping asshole. It only lasts for a few thrusts.

I quickly submit and tighten on the member.

Not long after my bf explodes into my butt and I can feel the strands of cum coat my insides. It's so warm and his cock feels so good. I tighten and milk everything he's got. Feeling very satisfied getting to this point.

I can't wait to see the rest of the photos and upload them to my blog. These need to be shared. I'm so hot when I'm being creeped on. And what a little voyeur for taking them.

#solo #story #metime #me #picture time #watching

[late-to-the-fandom]

The stress of running a rebellion is affecting Renathal's sex life. The Maw Walker is as helpful as ever. Rated E for explicit (yep, there's smut here). Read here on Ao3 for triggers and tags

Takes place many months prior to Taking the Tremaculum, before the imprisonment of Denathrius

Renathal closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and tried to concentrate on the beautiful Nightborne beneath him.

The Maw Walker lay spread out for him, naked and pliant, like the most delectable feast; her long hair a dark halo fanning across the sheets of his Sinfall bed. The gift of her exquisite body was something he knew she did not give to just anyone and he certainly never took it for granted, but even more rare and precious was the gift of her time. She was probably the busiest, most sought after being in the Shadowlands. There were a hundred places she could be and things she could be doing, many of them of great importance, Renathal knew, and she had chosen to snub them all and come here to do ... well ... him.

And he was not doing very well.

Renathal's fingers dug into the Maw Walker's hips, as he ground against her again, frustration leaking into his movements in spite of himself.  What was wrong with him tonight?

He had been looking forward to this moment all week - an exceptionally trying week and one he thought would never end. Denathrius' loyalists had kept up a constant siege against the Bridge of Banishment, the Stone Fiends' attacks had disrupted his communication network, and the marauders lurking in the Ember Ward had attacked the Sanctuary of the Mad, damaging the lift and sparking a litany of inconveniences and complaints from everyone in Sinfall. It seemed his Sire meant to inflict on his rebellion a death of a thousand cuts; Renathal could sense their momentum bleeding out little by little with every new minor setback.

Through it all, Renathal had pictured this evening, when the Maw Walker had promised to be here no matter what. His greatest fear through the week had been that something more urgent would steal her away, but she had kept her word, had arrived in his quarters only a few minutes late, robes freshly cleaned and eyes sparkling with anticipation like some divine vision. And to repay her for her effort he himself could not seem to rise to the occasion.

What was holding him back? Renathal wondered furiously. He wanted it, wanted her - there was a tension curled so tightly in him he thought he might burst from it. But no matter his rhythm or his pacing, no matter what he grabbed, or kissed, or sucked, he could not release it. It was maddening.

The Maw Walker shifted sharply underneath him, and Renathal became aware the flesh trapped in his tightly clenched fingers had turned white. He relaxed his grip on her hips, turning his attention on her breasts instead. The warm flesh that bunched deliciously between his fingers, not to mention the way her body arched into him automatically whenever he squeezed, were pleasures Renathal had not grown tired of. He lowered his mouth to one of her dark nipples, rolling it in between his sharp teeth, waiting for her high-pitched cry.

Because there was her to think of as well. Renathal knew he was not imagining the Maw Walker's responses were more subdued than usual. Little hums of pleasure instead of the breathless gasps and impossible-to-stifle cries to which he had become so addicted. She was a surprisingly vocal lover considering how implacable she was in all other situations. But tonight.... as Renathal let his fangs graze that perfect hardened bud, he could tell her noise was less robust than it was the last time he had done this, her body still languid against the bed instead of taut and responsive to his every touch.

Which was more than merely embarrassing; it was worrisome. If this - whatever it was between them - stopped being enjoyable for her...

Renathal grimaced as he released her nipple and leaned up to bathe his strangely quiet lover's neck and jaw in sharp, desperate kisses. And what was this between them, anyway? That was another of the many dilemmas troubling Renathal at present. He had not found the right occasion to broach that conversation yet. And if he did not step up his performance it was likely he never would. The ever-busy Maw Walker would find an excuse to bow out of their stolen moments together. Courteously, of course, but no less painfully for him. And the thought of losing this... whatever it was... made him feel almost as mad as he had in the Maw.

Which meant he had to do it right. Renathal's lips finally reached hers and he clung to them like a font of anima, but even her tongue tracing his fangs could not reignite what was fading in his body. His mind raced frantically, searching for something new, something he had not tried. He had planned this whole evening down to the last atmospherically-placed red candle, and everything had gone as smooth as glass.  Why wasn't it enough?

The thrust of her hips meeting his petered out, and Renathal knew he had failed. Again. The way he had failed against Denathrius, failed to protect his fellow Venthyr, failed his entire charge to the Shadowlands as Harvester of Dominion to keep those in his realm from betraying their purpose. Was there nothing he could do correctly?

The Maw Walker's knees locked around his hips, and Renathal knew what was coming. He let her flip him, moved with her as she guided him back to the bed and sat gently astride him. He closed his eyes to avoid seeing the look on her face. Disappointment, or pity; or that look she wore before a fight or at court, like she was fitting together pieces of a puzzle; analyzing what was wrong so she could make it right.

Just once, thought Renathal bitterly, he would like to be the one solving the problem, saving the day. Saving her. But she never needed it. She, unlike him, always succeeded at everything she did.

The Maw Walker's hand caressed the side of his face, her thumb stroking the sharp angle of his cheekbone, but she still did not speak. It was not comfortable like their usual silences. It was a silence that held expectation, and Renathal disliked it.

"I fear I am a bit preoccupied tonight," he said, trying for casual chagrin.

"With what?"

The Maw Walker's voice betrayed nothing, and Renathal sighed. He suddenly felt exhausted.

"Oh, merely... everything."

"I see," she said slowly. Her fingers crept up his forehead, nails lightly scratching his scalp as she ran her hands back through his hair. "Were you planning on using this time to solve every one of Revendreth's problems and I interrupted?"

Renathal gave a short huff of mirthless laughter and finally opened his eyes to look at Revendreth's champion.

Sure enough, the Maw Walker's face was back to smoothly impassive, a small smile at her own joke the only expression. Nothing to indicate what she had been doing only minutes ago, except a small patch of color left in her cheeks. 

"How do you do it?" murmured Renathal, her hand combing through his long hair lulling him into a trance.

Her eyes widened slightly.

"Do what?"

"One minute, you are ... the Maw Walker! Saviour of the Shadowlands. Un-killable, indomitable. And the next ... you are in here with me..." Renathal felt anima rush to his groin again, and his voice came out lower. "So yielding ... so submissive.  Begging me to take you without a trace of pride."

The little shudder that ran through the Maw Walker at his words made her squirm against him, and Renathal heartened. He still seemed to have some effect on her; that was a good sign. If he could just concentrate, focus on being here with her and not on the hundred and one problems he somehow had to solve. Renathal attempted to flip his lover over, ready to try again, but she held his hips in place with her knees. He let himself fall back against the bed, lifting an eyebrow at her. Not that he could not have forced her over easily if he tried; not that she would have minded, he was certain. But the Maw Walker had never stopped him doing anything before, and Renathal was apprehensive about what that meant.

"Do you trust me?" she asked. Her hand had left its hypnotic stroking of his hair and now traced his jutting collarbone with a gentle nail.

Renathal gazed up at her, infusing the word with all the sincerity it deserved. "Entirely."

She smiled at that; a true smile, warm and glowing. He thought it was what moonlight must look like.

"Then close your eyes."

It was a soft command, left open for him to decline. But Renathal did as she bid him.

The Maw Walker leaned over him; he could feel her hair tickling the side of his face. Her lips met his just for a moment before ghosting over his jaw, then down his throat, pausing to nip at his cold skin along the way. Each tiny attempt at a bite she graced with a precious kiss or a small, sweet lap of her tongue. It was nothing dramatic, nothing she had not done before. But Renathal thought it felt somehow ... different, more sensational, this time. Maybe because he could not see, only feel. Or maybe because the Maw Walker was gentler than usual, almost tantalisingly so.

She reached his chest, her tongue and teeth working in tandem, leaving little ghosts of kisses beside her blunt-toothed mortal bites. Eyes still closed as she had commanded, Renathal reached out his hands for her, caressing the soft planes of her shoulders, enjoying the warm, smooth skin.

Until her hands took his, firmly, and tugged them away. Renathal's eyes shot open.

The Maw Walker made a noise of disapproval and shook her head. She dragged his hands up over his head the way he had pinned hers often before. Only her hands were so small it took only one of his to hold both her wrists. He wondered in amusement how she planned to keep him there, then winced at an unexpected prickle of freezing cold.

It was not painful, only surprising. As an Arcanist, the Maw Walker rarely used frost magic, though Renathal knew she was capable; and she had certainly never used magic on him when they were together like this. But, as he tried to separate his hands from each other and met resistance, there could be no doubt: the Maw Walker had frozen his hands together to the top of the bed.

She met his shocked gaze, hers full of laughter and lust, and whispered against his open mouth, “No hands. Stay still."

Her little orders chafed against Renathal's need for control, and he could not decide if the friction was unpleasant. He flexed his fingers experimentally, but they were held fast enough to prevent his fists closing. Trust in his Maw Walker notwithstanding, Renathal had a few choice words he would like to say to her about this, but she had re-positioned herself already, crawling back down his chest, and tracing the muscles of his abdomen with her lips and tongue. He did not know if his shiver was from her attentions or her ice.

The Maw Walker took her time tasting every inch of his cold skin before sliding in between his legs. This, too, she had done this before - a memory Renathal particularly enjoyed revisiting - and he waited breathlessly for that wet heat to devour him. But the Maw Walker turned her head, continuing her stream of slow, heavy kisses down his thigh instead.

Never had Renathal thought he would dislike a kiss from his Maw Walker, but her mouth was decidedly not where he wanted it. He thrust his hips in a gentle reminder of what she was neglecting, but she acted as though she did not notice - or did not care. He waited in growing impatience as she finished her slow ministrations - first on one side, then the other - and Renathal was sure she was letting her hair brush against his cock on purpose just to torture him. He had never known the Maw Walker to have such a cruel streak. Perhaps she had spent too much time in Revendreth, he thought bemusedly.

When her lips finally skimmed the tip of his dripping cock, a deep groan escaped Renathal without his consent. The Maw Walker lifted her head and met his eyes. She let the little drops of red anima linger wetly on her mouth before licking her lips, and Renathal decided he was ready for the torture to end. Every fiber of his being was quivering with anticipation; waiting for her to descend, to swallow him into that perfect mouth. But the Maw Walker did not move. She hesitated above him, the tip of his cock just under her chin, and his hips twitched, instinctively trying to get closer.

Renathal could not fathom what the Maw Walker's plan was. If she was waiting for him to beg her, she had misunderstood him greatly.

“Maw Walker," he said hoarsely, the syllables all rough edges. "Attend your prince."

There was a hint of threat in the half-sarcastic words. It made the Maw Walker smile; a wicked thing that crept slowly up the sides of her face. She dipped her head as if to comply, but merely trailed more faux-innocent kisses down the side of his cock. Renathal's teeth ground together at the feeling - so good and so inadequate - until, at last, her lips parted and she let her tongue gently lave at his shaft.

The Maw Walker worked her mouth down until she ran out of length and just kept going, her lips and tongue doing all the work while her hands pressed gently against his thighs to hold him still. Her fingers traced delicate patterns on his jutting hip bones as she continued to lap at him languidly. Another time, Renathal might have had more patience for her teasing, but he was full to bursting with frustration, and her refusal to do what he wanted or be where he needed her so furiously was wearing on him.

He called her name this time, his voice a warning growl. The Maw Walker merely hummed against him, then pulled away entirely.

Tossing her hair behind her, she slid backwards to the edge of the bed, out of Renathal's reach. Ignoring his low notes of protest, she sat back on her heels, long legs spread, giving Renathal a glorious view of every dusky purple inch of her. The distraction momentarily took his superfluous breath away. Her hands abandoned his body in favor of her own, her fingers spreading and rubbing gently, exactly where he so desperately wanted to be. And desperation boiled Renathal's anima.

Was that her plan? To tease him until he wept? To deny him until he lost his mind entirely? This was an exercise in trust, Renathal supposed, and he did trust the Maw Walker, implicitly; but, at the moment, he was not sure he agreed with her.

Renathal clenched his hands against the ice of her spell and felt something crack. Water was dripping down his wrists, the magic obviously weakening without her concentration. He could wiggle the tips of his fingers, but still not quite free his hand.

"It would be best… not to try my patience, Maw Walker."

Any Venthyr would have cowered under the undisguised menace in the Dark Prince's voice. But the Maw Walker ignored him. She was no longer even looking at him. Her eyes closed, she leaned back and canted her hips toward her own fingers. Renathal knew she could not possibly get them as deep as she preferred, but she still sighed as if in pleasure. Her other hand now circled her own nipple exactly where Renathal's mouth had been earlier, and he growled again, the frustration beginning to eat him alive.

The Maw Walker had never denied him anything. He trusted her with his very existence. And now, when Renathal needed her most, she would simply tease and tease and give him nothing. He no longer knew if the fire in his body was desire or rage, no longer knew what he would do to her once he got his hands on her.

Renathal said her name again, and every decibel of his voice held the echo of dominion.

"Come to me.”

Renathal might not have a medallion any longer, but he still possessed eons of power, and even the Maw Walker could not ignore his direct command entirely. She opened her blue-white eyes, dark with desire and sparkling with mischief.

"Come and take me, Prince of Revendreth."

Whether her husky whisper contained the power to release her spell or to simply snap the last of his self-control, Renathal could not tell. Because as soon as he flexed his hands a final time and felt the ice shatter, he stopped thinking of anything at all except launching himself onto his Maw Walker.

His hands were wet and freezing, but Renathal had no thought to spare for how that might feel to her skin. He dragged her to him, nails scraping against whatever parts of the Maw Walker they found first, but the feel of soft, warm flesh was not enough to bring any sort of balm to his body's furiously-coursing fire. It was an entity of its own now, beyond his ability to stifle, and it demanded everything.

Renathal yanked her legs out from under her and the Maw Walker fell backwards, her head hitting the edge of the bed with an audible thump, her dark waterfall of hair spilling over the side. Some far distant part of Renathal worried about that, but worry of any kind had no hold over him anymore. He had thought he knew need for the Maw Walker, but this was a new thing entirely. He was a creature driven by absolute necessity without thought for anything but its satisfaction.

Gripping her thighs in a vice, Renathal spread her legs and, at last, drove himself inside her, reveling in the way the Maw Walker moaned his name: a husky, broken surrender. He leaned over her to watch her face as he thrust - in and out, in and out - a slow rhythm intended to punish her teasing, but he could not maintain it for long. That unbearable heat in his core was Renathal's only compass. It guided him deeper into the Maw Walker, setting a pace to match the crescendo of her cries; now keening wails, as he bent her legs over her shoulders, leaning in to tug at her lips with his fangs.

It was barely a kiss, more a capture, and through it Renathal's amber eyes burned into hers, wide and yearning. Every single part of the Maw Walker was his, and she would know it.

"You think to undo me?" Renathal barely recognised the heavy, throaty rumble as his own voice. "Mine is dominion. And you are my domain."

The Maw Walker's voice in return was all breathy ecstasy, the only time Renathal ever heard it pitched so high. And he was the cause. That sent more anima to his groin, and he tilted her hips further to reach still deeper, her accompanying cries full of words he could barely interpret.

"Yes yes yes my prince take it it's all yours.”

Words failed Renathal. Coherent thought abandoned him. He could only pound the Maw Walker into - and nearly off of - the bed. Take. He would take. He would take everything she had to give him, and then more. He would use every inch of her, and she would worship him for it. Renathal could feel her clench around him, her body begging him for his essence, and he, her Prince, would oblige.

His climax hit him all in a rush. Its momentum ripped a guttural sound from Renathal he could not control, could barely hear over the thudding of anima in his ears. This was right. This was perfect. This was bliss. He continued to thrust as he savoured the feeling of spilling into his Maw Walker, the instinct to give her everything, all of him, pounding like a heartbeat through his body.

It was a few minutes before Renathal was aware of himself again. He suddenly realised his forehead was crushed against the Maw Walker's, the little whimpering notes of her comedown blowing strands of hair across his face. He groaned, and took stock of his body. His legs shook slightly from the awkward position. His fingers ached for some reason, but he had to look at them to realise he was gripping the Maw Walker's calves so tightly her mortal bones might break. Retracting his nails from her flesh, he watched drops of red blood fall where he had gouged an unwitting tattoo. The sight of the viscous liquid shocked Renathal back into conscious, rational thought.

He sat up, letting the Maw Walker's legs fall to the bed, inspecting her where she lay. Her arms dangled off the bed behind her, her hair a sweaty, tangled mess; her chest rose and fell rapidly and Renathal's own anima leaked from between her splayed legs. He knew he ought to feel some shame at reducing the Maw Walker to this. But that primal part of him she had freed reared its head in satisfaction at the sight of her so utterly used. By him.

The Maw Walker's eyelids fluttered open, head turning slowly to search for him. She met Renathal's apprehensive gaze. Apparently not ready for words, she could only hum contentedly. But for once, she seemed unable to stop emotion invading her face, and she glowed with adoration at him.

Renathal relaxed. The injuries on her legs notwithstanding, the Maw Walker did not seem in any particular discomfort. Quite the contrary. She smiled gingerly and stretched out a hand for him, not quite able to reach his body without moving which she showed no inclination to do. Renathal contemplated relocating them both to a better position on the bed, agreed it would be too much effort, and let himself collapse beside her.

The Maw Walker stroked a hand lazily along Renathal's face, then into his hair, the better to tug him to her lips without lifting her head. Her kiss was a messy, clumsy thing that spilled across his mouth and into his goatee.

"Feel better?" asked the Maw Walker when she finally broke for air.

Renathal imagined his smile must be a mirror of her own as he ran his fingers through her tangled dark hair, pushing it out of her bliss-tinged eyes.

"As always, my dear, you have the solution to every dilemma."

She laughed at that, and leaned her body into his. The way her hips arched longingly against Renathal's brought an uncomfortable thought to his mind.

"Did I - or rather, did you-"

"Yes," she interrupted firmly. "And yes. And yes."

It was Renathal's turn to chuckle softly. He let his arm trail down her back to grip the soft swell of her rear, molding the flesh between his fingers in absent pleasure. The Maw Walker shifted, giving him a better angle, and accidentally smearing the blood on her leg against the sheets. Renathal closed his eyes, repressing a wince, regret for his actions creeping closer now his need had abated.

"I am sorry. It was not my intention to hurt you. I fear I got a bit ... carried away."

"Well, I did provoke you rather terribly."

"That is no excuse."

"Renathal," and the gentle way the Maw Walker said his name made him open his eyes. “I ... appreciate your concern for me. But ... you cannot hurt me.” She put a finger to Renathal's lips to stop his protest. “You can’t. I don’t think there’s anything you could do to me that I would not want. And if there was, I wouldn't allow it. You must stop thinking I can’t handle all of you.”

The Maw Walker wet her lips, speaking slowly as if her words weighed down her tongue. "You are an ... extraordinary leader, Renathal. Your control over yourself - over everything - is … astounding to me. And you will need every ounce of that to succeed in this rebellion, but ..." She propped herself up on her arm to lean over him, looking at every part of Renathal's face but his eyes. “When it’s just us ... you don’t have to hold yourself in check. I can take you entirely as you are.”

She placed a soft kiss on his forehead and leaned back, examining her handiwork: Renathal's slightly dazed face and unfocused eyes as her exquisite words washed over him. Apparently satisfied, the Maw Walker let her head fall back against the bed.

“That’s the answer to your question, by the way.”

Renathal had to wrack his overwhelmed brain to remember his earlier bemused query. 

“Out there, I am the Maw Walker," she continued, pronouncing the moniker with a wry twist of her lips. "I am ... what everybody needs me to be. Powerful, or decisive, or indomitable, as you say. But here with you..." The Maw Walker sighed deeply, smiling up at the ceiling. "I can be ... the other part of me. That doesn't want to make all the decisions or solve everyone's problems. That just wants to ... receive."

She let her voice trail off, her confession clearly exhausting her. Renathal, on the other hand, could feel himself rising again. Anima pumped through him in a hot and powerful thrum. Had the Maw Walker ever been so willingly open and vulnerable with him? He could not recall it if she had. And to hear her secrets, to know this was a part of her only he could have...

Renathal reached for the Maw Walker's face, rubbing the long nail of his thumb across her lips. Obediently, they parted, and he let her lave his finger briefly, before leaning in and replacing it with his mouth. This kiss was one of dominion, deep and slow and possessive, a survey of an estate now his. 

"I trust you with myself," the Maw Walker murmured against his lips, when Renathal paused to allow her a breath. "And I don't trust very many. Trust me. With you. With this."

She wound her fingers into the strands of his long, pale hair and let her eyes travel the length of his body languidly.

"With this?" Renathal flattened himself against her, grinding his naked cock against her thigh, and she moaned, "Yes..."

"Can you take more?"

His words were a low purr against her ear, and it worked on the Maw Walker like magic. With a sharp gasp, she arched against him, her body seeking his on instinct.

"Yes more please!”

Her whimpered words were quick and breathless; her hands, soft and powerful, clutched at his back, trying to force him more fully against her. But Renathal evaded the Maw Walker's scrabbling nails. He sat up, noticing as he did so how much lighter he felt than when he had first been astride her. He was not sure exactly how much time had passed since the Maw Walker arrived in his rooms; it could not have been more than an hour, but it felt like a different age. Sitting up straighter, cracking his neck, a satisfied smile curled past Renathal's fangs. This was the most like himself - like a Harvester; like the Prince - he had felt since before the Maw.

Beneath him, his Maw Walker squirmed in a restless attempt to gain more friction, and Renathal's laugh was soft and wicked.

"So greedy, Maw Walker."

“Mmm... I confess," was her coy reply.

And if she could still joke, thought Renathal smugly, then she was not nearly desperate enough.

"I am willing to forgive you for your, admittedly, exquisite torture,” he said, abruptly adopting a formal tone of address that made the Maw Walker blink in surprise. “But binding me without my consent…” Renathal clicked his tongue. "Too far. I believe some small... atonement is in order." 

He trailed a long claw-like nail from the hollow of her throat to the dusky skin between her heaving breasts, leaving the faintest of visible scratches and making the Maw Walker gasp again. Renathal's smirk was comfortable on his face as he bent down to murmur against her lips:

"Let us begin.”

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:::Wake Up Shinra!:::

:Synopsis: Shinra’s Crew waking up with you 

:Characters: Reno. Rude. Tseng. Rufus.

:Tags: SFW! GN!Reader. Domesticity. Forehead Kisses. Reno looking at you like he’ll die for you. Breakfast in bed. Doggies in bed too. Rude being himself.

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Reno

"Do you really gotta go? C'mon theyre never gonna notice if you dont come in" You want to turn around and reprimand him , but you know if you turn, he'll get his wish. God he's beautiful, laying there like that, clutching your pillow against him. If you sneak a glance you can still see his face smashed into it, smelling your scent. Blinking sleeping up at you- waiting for you to come back to bed. You're not going to admit it, but you melt. This is your Reno, without the cool façade and the quippy words. The one who looks at you like you're his world. That he's ok with looking at you and nothing else ever again. Soft skin and hair that smells like your shampoo that he insist is so much better than his. He's always so warm in the morning. Making you want to bury your face in his chest while he rambles about something or another. Legs intertwining around the sheets. Secretly rolling your eyes because those sheets were thousands a Gil. Knows Reno sleeps naked because of it. You feel his stare now in the back of your head and you sigh knowing you cant win. He's grinning cockily when you do turn, holding the sheet out and making space for you. "C'mere, how about just ten more minutes" You know, even as you slide into the spot he kept warm for you, that you wont be leaving that soon.

Rude

Rude who never wants to wake you up in the morning. He knows its early so he'll do his best to get up quietly. But when you get up with him, just to be in his space, he is secretly grateful. There's a routine, making the bed, eating breakfast while you both watch the sunrise. Speaking quietly about the day ahead and what you plan to get up  to. But he waits for little moments. The moments where you yawn and press your face into his back as he cleans up his shave. Mumbling about how tired you are into the heat of his skin. You say he always smells good, but he hasn't done anything special so he just lets you say whatever you want. He'll grunts in acknowledgement, turn around silently to stare at you-waiting. Waiting for you to reach up and grab his freshly shaved skin and kiss his forehead, then his nose, and then his lips. The giggle you do relaxes his shoulders and sets his purpose to leave for the day. He doesn't want to leave, he’d rather stay with you; He would do this everyday with you if he could. But he's ok if he gets to wake up and have just one more kiss.

Tseng

Tseng is the epidemy of orderly. Not a hair out of place, no shirt untucked. You love that Tseng, but you think you love Tseng even more when he is heaving a sigh out of bed. Black hair falling across his face, clothing wrinkled. Brushes over to kiss your forehead softly, smelling softly of warmth and laundry. He wont admit it, but sometimes he hums softly while he's getting ready. Its heady and low, comfortable enough to lull you back to sleep easily. But you love watching the process of Tseng getting ready. You get to see the sun filter into his hair and kiss his shoulders. Hear the shirt ride past his arms, the clicking of the buttons coming together, the tie tightening against his throat. Rubbing the lotion that is definitely yours, over soft fingers. He'll look at you sometimes, heavy and weighted, wanting to say something. Only to turn around and continue to put his shoes on. You dont ask him to stay, because you know he wont, but just to come back home to you- however it may be.

Rufus

Rich and luxurious sheets cradle the both of you. You cherish these moments, when he hugs you a little bit tighter and his frown is almost nonexistent. Where he stares and there's expressions in his eyes that he’s only saved for you. There is always a knock on the door, breakfast in bed. Specific foods for specific days. At least for Rufus it is. He only eats because it will give him more time to spend with you, but he’s not going to say that. He does flick your nose at the grumble of eating so early. This moment he doesn't dare talk about work, this moment is his. Demands that you shower with him, to wash his hair if you're feeling "useful". Shakes off his glower when he's come back, immaculately dressed and sees you back in bed with his silk robe on- cuddled with the dog. He wont waste his breath again when he demands that there will be no dogs in the bed. You never listen, you look him in the eye as you nuzzle your new warm pillow- his tell wagging in content. He'll make sure to tell you tomorrow, when he isn't so busy.

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Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas (Part 22)

Day 22: Ribbons

Draco woke slowly to the feeling of fingers carding through his hair and the smell of freshly brewed coffee and something vaguely cinnamon-y. He hummed and reached for Harry without opening his eyes. "Kiss me," he murmured, voice still thick with sleep, tongue moving sluggishly.

But it must have been clear enough because Harry was pressing his lips against Draco's, his mouth still curved in a smile.

He sighed and slipped his fingers into Harry's hair, gently tugging the elastic out so that his thick curls spilled around them.

Harry huffed a laugh, "You're going to regret that," he murmured.

Draco shook his head and let his eyes peek open at him, "It's like a curtain," he murmured.

"Yes," Harry laughed, "It's very lovely until suddenly it's in your mouth or caught in your armpit, or-"

And the idea caught Draco so off guard that he let out an undignified snort. He clapped a hand over his mouth but not before Harry was grinning down at him.

"Did you just snort?" he asked.

He shook his head.

"You did!" Harry argued leaning in a peppering Draco's face with kisses.

"Malfoy's don't snort."

Harry leaned up again, "On no?"

He shook his head again.

"Hmm," he hummed, tapping his forefinger thoughtfully against his chin, "That's very interesting." His hands rubbed over Draco's sides, "so you wouldn't snort if I..." he trailed off before suddenly his fingers were everywhere, tickling his ribs and his neck.

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He let out a wheezy laugh, "Harry!" he whined .

"No, no," Harry said mock seriously, "I'm certain that you won't snort, not even one undignified-"

Draco let out a peal of giggles as Harry's fingers tickled his armpits.

"Not one tiny snort," Harry repeated before leaning in and blowing raspberries on Draco's belly.

And Draco lost it, snorting again before laughing so hard it was starting to make his side hurt.

Harry rolled away, smiling so big that it made Draco's face hurt. "I love you," Harry said, voice dripping with warmth and fondness and Draco wanted to curl himself up in it.

"I love you," he replied once he caught his breath a bit, turning his head to look at Harry where he was laying on his side next to him, head propped up on his had. He traced a finger down Harry's chest, grinning when the other man's breath caught. "I seem to remember you falling asleep without any clothes on," he said as he hooked his pointer into the band on Harry's boxers.

Harry bit his lip, his body already responding to Draco's touch. "I did," he affirmed, "but-" a timer went off and he looked up at the door, "then I went to the kitchen to put the cinnamon buns that Molly sent over a few days ago in the oven." He shifted, "I should actually go take them out. But I'll bring them to you in bed, if you want?" he offered.

He smiled helplessly, "You're spoiling me terribly," he said as he stretched and settled back between the sheets.

Harry laughed and pressed a kiss to his forehead before climbing out of bed. "I'll be right back."

Once he was out of the room, Draco stretched again, feeling a delicious pop in his lower back. He climbed out of bed and went over to Harry's drawers, digging through until he found a clean pair of boxers that he could slip into. He'd have to go home at some point today to get dressed, but it could wait.

Harry returned a few minutes later with a little tray that had two cinnamon buns drizzled in gooey frosting, two cups of coffee, and sliced up strawberries. He frowned when he saw that Draco was up, "You're supposed to be in bed."

"Apologies," he chuckled as he climbed back into bed and sat cross-legged with his back against the headboard.

"I'll forgive you since you're borrowing my boxers. That's almost as good as you being naked," he replied with a wink as he set the tray on the bed and cast a quick stabilization spell on it.

"My, my," Draco teased, "isn't someone possessive."

He looked up at him, "It just-"

"I'm teasing," Draco said softly. "I'm glad you like it." He looked down at the tray in front of him, admiring the care that Harry had taken, "This looks perfect," he said.

Harry gave him a pleased smile, "I'm glad you think so," he replied. "Here," he said picking up a strawberry, "Try this," he offered, holding it out to Draco. "Luna picked-"

He broke of as Draco leaned forward and ate the slice out of his hand, tongue snaking over his fingers to catch the juice running down them. "You were saying?" he prompted when he pulled back.

Harry blinked at him, "Fuck," he breathed and Draco couldn't have stopped his smile if he wanted to. "That should not have been as hot as it was."

He smirked at him as he picked up his cup of coffee and took as sip, "What can I say? It's a gift."

He shook his head and pulled apart his cinnamon bun and popped a bite in his mouth before saying, "Luna picked the strawberries herself earlier this week."

"Oh?" he asked, taking a bite of his own cinnamon bun and moaning, "Sweet Merlin, this is amazing."

Harry laughed, "Molly is certainly an amazing baker," he affirmed.

"So where was Luna that she could pick strawberries for you?"

He hummed around a mouthful of food, "She was in the states, some creature she was trying to hunt down in Florida, I think?"

"Huh," he said. "I don't know how she and Ginerva manage it, with Luna traveling for creatures all of the time and Ginerva constantly traveling for quidditch."

Harry nodded, "I know. But they seem happy enough."

"They do," he agreed. "I just think it would be hard for me."

"Me too."

He looked over at Harry, nudging his hip with his toes, "Not planning on traveling anywhere without me, are you?"

Harry shook his head, the corner of his mouth quirking in a sardonic grin, "Nope, I'm pretty boring," he said, patting his bad leg.

Draco caught his face in the palm of his hand, "You are many things, Harry, but boring isn't one of them."

He closed his eyes like he was trying to let the words sink in and turned his face so he could press a kiss to Draco's palm.

After a moment, Draco said, "So tell me, why does Molly make you cinnamon buns?"

"Well, it's a tradition at the Weasleys that on Christmas morning you have cinnamon buns, and sausage, and eggs, and hash browns, and anything else they might want to throw on the table."

It was an oddly charming notion, and it made Draco feel a little homesick.

"But once their kids moved out, the ones that had their own children wanted to have their own traditions in the morning." He shrugged, "It made sense. But then," he paused consideringly, "was it four years ago, maybe? Ginny was away for quidditch, Charlie had a brand new batch of baby dragons; Percy, Bill, Ron, and George were all with their own little ones; and it was just me that showed up to Weasley family brunch."

Draco laughed, covering his mouth with his hand, "What did you do?"

"What could I do?" he replied. "Ginny hadn't even told them, George and Angelina were supposed to come with the baby, and Charlie's baby dragons weren't due until after Christmas. They thought they'd have plenty of kids. Molly was devastated."

"I'm sure," he said sympathetically.

"So it was just me, Molly crying through the entire ordeal, and Arthur making vaguely comforting statements while asking me about Christmas at my aunt and uncle's which, to be honest, is about the most depressing topic one can get into."

He reached over and rubbed his thumb over Harry's knee.

"After that, Molly decided to stop doing breakfast and now we do family Christmas in the afternoon," he shrugged, "win-win."

"Okay, but why does she make you cinnamon buns?" he asked again.

"Right," Harry said, as though he'd forgotten the entire point of the story. "Well, I made the mistake of telling her the next year that I'd eaten a bowl of oatmeal for breakfast that morning."

He laughed.

"And she felt awful, which was ridiculous," he added. "So then the next year I got a pan of four cinnamon buns to bake in the morning."

His jaw dropped in mock outrage, "You get four cinnamon buns every year and you're only just now thinking that you should share with me?"

"Oh, come off it," he said, rolling his eyes, "Don't pretend that you weren't eating fancy, delicious food at the Manor with your-" he broke off suddenly.

Draco swallowed hard, "It's alright," he said softly. "We did always have really good food," he added. "Mother always used to get these delicious orange and ginger croissants from France delivered. They were always my favorite," he said with a wistful smile, letting his heart ache at the memory even as it filled with joy. "We only had them on Christmas."

"Can I give you your Christmas present?" Harry asked suddenly.

"Oh," he said, "Yes. Alright. Your present is at my house, though."

Harry waved him off, "That's okay." He went over to the nightstand beside the bed and pulled out a square box with green and gold ribbons tying it up. He held it in his hands for a long moment, staring down at it before holding it out to Draco without quite meeting his eye.

"Thank you," Draco said, accepting the gift.

Harry nodded once.

He looked down at the little box and carefully untied the ribbons, letting them fall to the side before he opened the box.

Inside, on a layer of velvet, was a silver pendant necklace. The silver chain was delicate and the pendant small but when Draco looked at it more closely he could see that a Narcissus was worked into the metal.

"Thank you," he said softly, "It's beautiful."

"Oh, um," Harry said, reaching out for it, "It's not just a necklace. It," he trailed off, "Maybe it's easier to just show you." He held out his hand, "May I?"

"Sure," Draco said, handing it back, his heart beating against his ribs like a bird trapped in a cage.

Harry held it in his palm, arm extended and fingers closed around the medallion, "Spectamen memoriae," he murmured before opening his fingers.

Then, in the palm of his hand a vision of Draco's mother appeared. She was setting something out on a serving tray, Draco could quite tell what, when a child who couldn't have been more than five or six came running in and wrapped himself around her waist.

With a start Draco realized it was him. Voices drifted up, 'Mummy it's Christmas!'

'I know my darling,' she replied, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. 'Happy Christmas.'

'Happy Christmas,' he replied dutifully. 'Are those the ginger orange croissants?'

'They are,' she replied, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. 'For breakfast, once your father is awake.'

The boy groaned, 'but mummy.'

'If you promise to keep it a secret,' his mother said, pulling a plate to the edge of the island, 'I'll share this one with you.'

The memory faded, with the little boys cheers and his mother beaming down at him.

"What?" he asked, realizing belatedly that tears were falling down his cheeks.

Harry swallowed, "I collected copies of memories," he said, "From anyone I could. Pansy was really helpful in finding people. And Maisley-"

"Our house elf?" Draco asked.

Harry nodded, "She had loads of memories that she shared."

"But-"

"All you have to do is think about the memory or the emotion you want and then say the incantation and they'll appear. Luna helped me figure out how to get the spell work right, and-"

Draco lunged across the bed to kiss him, tears still streaming down his face, and Harry kissed him back, cupping his cheek and brushing his thumb over his cheekbone.

"This is the nicest, most thoughtful gift that anyone has ever given me," Draco whispered, carefully accepting the necklace back and cradling it close to his chest. "I can't believe you did this for me," he murmured.

"I know this year's been really hard," Harry replied, "I just wanted to give you something to remind you of how much she's always loved you and still loves you."

Draco blew out a shaky breath and wiped at his eyes before a thought occurred to him, "Oh no," he said.

"What?" Harry asked, instantly on alert.

"No," he repeated with a groan, "I have to give you your present still. It could never compare-"

"It's not a competition," Harry soothed. "I'm sure I'll love it."

"I got you a subscription to the beer and burger of the month at the pub down the road from our store!" Draco protested, "And you-"

"I will love that present," Harry assured him. "That's my favorite restaurant."

"I know."

"See?" he said, leaning in and stealing another kiss, "Food is definitely love."

"I promise to do a better job next year," Draco said miserably.

"Draco," Harry huffed, "I don't need you to do a better job. You know why?"

"Why?" he asked, humoring him.

"Every day that I wake up and get to spend with you is better than Christmas. And you love me." he said, like it was incomprehensible. "On my good days and my bad days, and everything in between." He shook his head, "I don't need better presents because I have you."

Draco crawled across the bed and into Harry lap, kissing him deeply and pouring all of the love he felt info Harry's mouth. "I love you," he murmured when he pulled back.

"I love you, too," Harry replied, and if there wasn't much talking for a little while after that, who could blame them?

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Day 21: Mistletoe | Day 23: Christmas Dinner

#have yourself a merry little christmas #fluff #love #healing #drarry #25 days of drarry #25 days of christmas #almost finished #this chapter got waaaaaaaaay out of hand #Christmas #<3

[op-imaginesandmore]

Helloo love~ Can you write one with Ace/Law/Kid/Kuzan where he falls asleep on his girlfriend and has a nightmare where he loses her and when he wakes up she's gone (but just getting a blanket/tea/book) and he panics and looks for her and is extremly happy when he sees his gf again (Bonus: some cute fluff) Love your writing :))

I know it’s been *checks notes* actual years since I have touched this blog, but I kinda wanted to try my hand at a few of the asks I have in my inbox. I saw this ask and really wanted to explore Ace and an AU I’ve had brewin’ in my brain for a minute, so this is the result! I hope you guys like it. I’d also like to say that once I do a few more asks, I’ll be opening my asks for a few slots, so keep an eye out for that! The ask box is open for those who wanna shoot me an encouraging message or have anything you’d like to say about the stories I’ve done this far, but I am not taking requests at this time. I’ll let y’all know when I am though!

Warnings: smut, NSFW, graphic descriptions of injuries, description of a panic attack, Ace is a potty mouth, gratuitous amounts of fluff to make up for the angst

*****

Ace was warm; pleasant and comforting, he felt like he was being hugged by freshly cleaned, sun-warmed linens. He rolled over onto his side, arms stretching until a satisfying pop resonated up his spine, before he draped them over a waist. He opened his eyes to see you laying with your back against his chest, and he felt himself grin. He nuzzled into your neck, nose running along the bend of your neck as he tightened his grip just enough to make you sigh sleepily, a smile creeping across your face.

You roll in his arms, bare skin running against his in ways that had a needy heat pooling in his belly. He all but purred when you ran your hands over his body, kissing up his neck before lightly running your tongue against the shell of his ear.

“I’ll be right back handsome”

It was a murmur, sounding far away but right there, too, if that made any sense. Ace furrowed his brows, reality feeling askew for only a second before you were kissing him and the words were forgotten completely.

Your hands cupped his cheeks, and you rolled yourself on top of him, your naked body bathing in the morning sunlight that filtered into the room they were in.

Ace felt like the luckiest man in the world as he gazed up at you with a reverence, his hands gripping onto your hips and rolling his hardened length against your dripping core. You sucked your bottom lip into your teeth, your lids hooded and your whole body trembling.

“(Y/N)” Ace gasped. He reached up, taking your face in his hands and pulling you down, devouring your lips with his as he adjusted his himself. You smiled into the kiss, taking one of his hands in your own, the other snaking down to where his cock throbbed against their bodies. His breath hitched as he felt you grip his shaft, stroking it once, twice, spreading his pre-cum along the thick length before twirling it around your entrance. You gave him a twinkling, teasing look, and he could feel his smirk growing dangerous-

He blinked, and then suddenly you were gone.

He whipped his head around so fast, it should have given him whiplash. The sheets didn’t feel warm anymore, the sunlight outside suddenly felt too bright.

Ace looked toward the door, and only then realized he wasn’t on the old man’s ship, he was in Dandan’s hut. He didn’t remember coming here, he hadn’t seen this place since he was seventeen. He looked around once more, slowly getting up from the cold bed and realized he had his shorts on again.

That thought came and went when he heard the sounds of battle happening outside the door.

He walked toward the it, his hesitancy from before now gone, but the more steps he took toward the door, the further away it seemed to get. His gait went from careful and calculated to a dead sprint when the sounds of battle seemed to mesh with the sounds of screaming — your screaming.

He ran for all he was worth, the door slowly inching its way toward him. His fingers almost grazed the worn brass of the doorknob when he made a desperate jump for it, and he missed, and then he was falling.

Falling…

Falling…

Falling…

The black abyss swallowed him until he broke through into sunlight, and he landed with what should have been a painful thud, but he was numb to it. Why couldn’t he feel anything?

The dust settled around him, and he saw he was still on Mt. Colubo, but what was happening around him made no sense.

It was the Summit War.

He saw the various prisoners of Impel Down, the revolutionaries, the White Beard Pirates, his brothers and sisters, clashing with marines, admirals, captains, the Shichibuki…

There was so much blood. So much death and violence, all because he couldn’t do his duty as a commander, he wasn’t strong enough, he wasn’t worth this.

Luffy called out to him and he whipped around to see Luffy running towards him with that ridiculous grin in place and oblivious to Akainu gaining on him, a tacky, malicious grin painted on the admiral’s cheeks.

Ace didn’t think he had moved, but one second he was watching as Akainu gained speed on his little brother, the next second Ace was standing over Luffy, preparing himself to take the blow that would have killed him, should have killed him. Akainu sneered at him, the lava that bubbled off of the admiral’s arms broiling Ace’s skin, it was so intense, so sudden, and Ace could only stand there, could only watch as Akainu thrust forward…

“ACE!”

That scream, the shrill, panicked gasp, made Ace’s heart stop, and suddenly he watched as your body slumped forward, Akainu’s fist buried into your chest cavity.

No.

You looked over your shoulder, blood dribbling down your chin and you smiled, soft and sweet as always and Ace tried to yell. He tried to cry out your name in horror, scream at the monster that was ripping your heart from your body, but nothing came out, nothing but silence and the ringing in his ears.

No. No. No!

You reached your hand out to him, the appendage broken looking and trembling. Something tried to be said, a soft murmur on the tip of your tongue but nothing came out but blood. It soaked your shirt and spilled out onto the grass and pooled around Ace’s knees.

(Y/N)! No! Not (Y/N)! No, no no no nononono —

(Y/N)!

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Ace gasped awake, body sitting bolt upright and gulping in air in heaving sobs. He felt like fire was in his veins, and not like how his devil fruit made him feel. This was a suffocating heat that left him feeling as if all the air in his lungs had been sucked out by a vacuum, and the world around him was closing in. He looked around and felt confused at the unfamiliar inn room he was in until he realized it was the same one he and you had booked for the night.

The Summit War was over. Pops had died, yet he had lived. You had lived, Luffy had lived.

All was well. As well as things could be these days.

His hand reached over to your side of the bed, needing to feel the warmth of you to ground him again, only to find it empty and cold. He turned his head, looking around and not seeing you anywhere. He felt the anxiety begin to rise again, his chest heaving with the absolute panic that was coursing through him at the fact that you weren’t there. Thoughts of his dream sprung back to the surface and questions started ringing through his head.

Where were you? Why are you gone? What happened? Did something happen — Oh God did something happen to you?

Ace flew forward with every intention of going to find you, but the blankets were tangled around his legs and he fell to the floor in a cursing heap. With shaking hands he wrenched the blankets away, stumbling forward like a newborn fawn, only to stop in his tracks when his door opened.

There you stood, wrapped in a robe and clutching what looked like two steaming mugs that smelled suspiciously like hot chocolate.

You blinked at him, eyebrows furrowing in confusion when you realized that, even only illuminated by the moon shining in through the curtains, his eyes were swollen, he looked panicked, almost terrified as he took you in.

“Ace, what—“

You weren’t given a chance to finish, because you suddenly had six feet of muscle squeezing the life out of you. Your eyes widened in surprise and alarm as you kept the hot chocolate from spilling. Luckily there was a dresser next to you, and you carefully turned with him still clinging to you, and placed them down before bringing your arms around his neck.

“Hey,” you said softly, bringing your hands up and running your fingers through his damp locks, and your stomach dropped. Your grip on him tightened as you felt him tremble against you, and you rocked the two of you slowly, words of comfort and love quietly whispered into his ear.

He’d had a nightmare, you thought. And you hadn’t been there when he woke up.

“I’m sorry,” Ace started, trying to pull away, as he always did when this happened, “I just thought-“

You put a gentle hand on his lips, a meaningful look passing between the two of you and Ace felt his resolve breaking, like it always did with you. He felt his bottom lip quivering and fresh tears pricking at the edges of his eyes at the thought.

Because he didn’t have to be strong around you, didn’t have to pretend he was okay and that his whole world hadn’t been rocked with the death of the closest thing he’d ever had to a dad. You knew him better than anyone, accepted him regardless of his lineage and his past.

You loved him and maybe that’s why you were the only one he could let himself break down like this in front of, he could let himself feel things and heal. He loved you and the thought of losing you that day haunts him still.

He can’t imagine what would have happened if you hadn’t been there to bodily drag Akainu away from him that day. Thank fuck he’d never have to find out.

You took both his hands in your own and led him over to the bay window that overlooked the village they were at. You sat him down on the cushions before walking back over to where Ace had wrestled with the blankets and grabbed one, shaking it out until it was free from the other blankets. You grabbed the mugs from the dresser and walked back over to Ace and settled yourself between his legs, draping the blanket over the two of you and handed him one of the warm mugs. Ace couldn’t help the small smile that graced his lips as he watched the marshmallows wiggle in the sweet drink.

“I was gonna use it as a bribe” you mock whispered, and Ace looked up, confused.

“The hot chocolate” you said with a sly smile “I was going to try to coerce you into waking up and doing a puzzle with me,” you snuggled deeper into his chest, your mug resting between your hands “but I like snuggling just as much as puzzles”

Ace chuckled, breathless and incredulous, before leaning down and setting his mug on the floor and then wrapped his arms around you. You took a sip at your drink, wincing when you realized it was still too hot, and put it down next to Ace’s. You put your head on his chest and listened to his heart beat in his chest, his warmth enveloping you better than any blanket could.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked softly, gazing up at your lover tentatively. Ace clenched his jaw before his grip tightened around you.

“It…I just-“ he seemed to chew on his words, as if grinding down on his molars was going to make them easier to say. He felt himself get worked up again at the thought of the dream, his palms sweating and his breaths deepening. Catching onto this, you lift yourself up and bring your hands to his face.

“Hey, look at me,” his eyes flick to yours, and you see the muscles in his jaw quiver with how hard he’s clenching it. “You don’t have to talk about it, not if it makes you feel like this” you let his arms around your waist go under your robe and sleep things, the feeling of your skin on his grounding him.

“You remember when we first met?” You smiled, your fingers tracing the edge of his face and gently brushing a stray wave from his face. Ace smiled softly at the memory.

“Yeah, you kicked my ass pretty good at that bar”

“You followed me for how many islands after that?” You laughed, running your hands through his hair. He couldn’t help the tinge of red that crept up his neck.

“I was a proud kid, couldn’t let some girl beat me, and you refused a re-match. What else was I supposed to do?”

You snickered, before looking back at him with a tenderness that melted his heart.

“I’m really glad you chased after me” you admitted, not for the first time, “and I’m really glad I beat your ass twice. I don’t think I’d have joined you if you hadn’t”

Ace rolled his eyes, the smile on his face never leaving. He looked into your eyes and felt like he was safe, like nothing could touch the two of you so long as you were in his arms.

“Were you having trouble sleeping too?” He asked, a little belatedly as he realized you were going to go do a puzzle, “you only like doing puzzles to get your mind off stuff. Are you okay?”

You blinked, before your smile fell into a look of contemplation as you turned your head and gazed out at the horizon that was slowly turning a lighter shade of purple, indicating just how early it was.

“Yeah” you sighed “I’m okay” you looked at him, your contemplation turning into something softer “so long as I’ve got you, my bad dreams are only ever that— dreams. I always wake up eventually.” You trace your hand down his face and across his shoulder where burns littered the left side of his body, a reminder that you had almost been too late, had almost let the person most important to you slip through your fingers. Ace took ahold of your hand, running his fingers over your own scarred flesh where you had grabbed the admiral, pulling him away from himself and Luffy.

They all had their scars from that day, no one had walked away unscathed. Physical scars would be constant reminders of what they had lost, but also of what they had saved.

Ace put both of your hands in his and kissed them, so gently it was like he was handling paper thin glass. He put them to his chest, warm and alive and he looked up at you like you hung the moon and stars in the sky, because to him you did.

“I love you, (Y/N)” his voice cracked, emotions in him raw and burning. You smiled, putting your forehead to his.

“I love you too, Ace” you gave him a soft kiss to his lips, “with everything I have.”

#one piece #one piece imagine #portgas d. ace #portgas d. ace x you #portgas d. ace x reader #fluff #angst #spicy scene #summit war saga #Summit War Spoilers #nightmare #white beard pirates

[todoshotoroki]

𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘨, 𝘊𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘵

Warnings: smut, begging, fingering, orgasm denial, sub f bodied reader x Levi Ackerman.〤 Minors DNI

Word count: 1k

 Beggars can't be choosers.

   Levi taught you that. You didn't exactly consider yourself someone to beg, in the world that you and your fellow soldiers lived in, begging didn't really make a difference for many things anyway. Although when you and your friends had been assigned to the Levi squad, your captain made sure that begging became a constant in your life. At times you wondered why, until you finally realized, Levi just loved seeing you need him as much as he would never admit that he needed you.

   His room was dark, the only light coming from the moon and a dimly lit lantern on the bedside table next to his perfectly made bed. Though, he fully expected and planned for the sheets to be on the floor by the time your night together was over. 

   “I'm not going to touch you unless you beg” Levi was still fully clothed, leaning onto the mattress from the foot of the bed where you lay completely naked besides your panties in front of him. He made sure to remind you that tonight, you weren't allowed to touch him. He wanted you to focus on only what he could do to you, to solidify it into your brain and engrave it into your body that he was the only one that could make you feel that way.

   Maybe it was to boost his own ego, or maybe it was him overcompensating for his own insecurities of you being able to find someone better than him. He decided not to dwell on it too long, he already knew the answer. 

   “B-but captain, what if there's still people awake? They’ll hear-” Your words were cut short with a small gasp as his fingers pulled back on your panty line, only to let go and snap it against your skin. “It's almost like that's the whole point, cadet”  He retorted quietly, his gaze traveling up and down your body. 

   “Levi.. Please, please don't make me beg” Your voice was filled with shame at the thought of others overhearing your moans and desperation. It wasn't that you were ashamed to be with him, but you two were definitely not the most PDA exclusive couple out there. “Tch, that's the wrong type of begging, brat” 

   Levi sighed, and slowly let his hand drift to the cover of your panties, which were already wet from his feathery touches. “Common Y/n, you know how badly I want to hear it” His voice was just above a whisper, and he refused to look you in the eyes. Your glare peered up at him in surprise for a few moments, because this was one of the first times you'd ever heard his version of begging for you. 

   It was hard to think for too long when his fingers ghosted along your clit, gently pressing down on your panties from above. “Levi please” His free hand traveled to your ankle, hiking your leg over his shoulder. Instinctively, you wrapped the other one around his waist to pull him closer. He allowed you, but you were met with a stern gaze, and much to your distaste, he pulled his hand away from your clothed clit.

   Instead, he brought his flat palm down to smack across the thigh you had wrapped around his waist. Your back arched into the bed with a slightly pained gasp. “I said no touching” He hissed in a darker tone, his eyes hidden behind his dark locks of hair as he gently rubbed over the quickly forming hand print. “Now beg. Unless you want me to leave you here” He pulled his soothing hand away from your leg as if to prove his point. 

   “No! Levi, Levi please just, touch me already, do anything you want to me, please” Your whispered voice shook with need, and your lover let his hand trail higher up your thigh. Once again, his fingers drifted between your legs, this time slipping past your panty line. 

   “That's it” He praised quietly, his fingers slipping between your folds and instantly finding your clit. He slowly pushed his index finger down to your wet pussy, just barely slipping inside of you only to gather enough of your wetness and slip back out to smear it across your clit. “Keep talking, or else I'll stop”  Gently, lazily, he began to turn his finger in small circles. 

   “No, don't stop! Please keep touching me, i love it when you touch me” You let your head fall back into the mattress, your jaw falling slack at the same time as a small moan slipped past your lips. Every sound you made was like music to his ears. “Ooooh, fuck Levi, please.. More” He couldn't resist your pleas, so he began to quicken his movements, his middle finger travelling down to slip inside your sopping cunt.

   “Like that, honey?” He leaned forward to hide his blush in your hair as he propped himself above you with his free arm, his hot breath falling against your neck as he peppered kisses along your jawline. “Yes, yes like that, thank you Levi, fuck”  Your hair was freshly washed, silky clean, your scent could drown him for days. God you smelled so good.

   “Yeah, your welcome darling” He sped up his movements, and he smiled into your neck as he felt your hips grinding against his hand. “Are you close already? I can tell” He taunted, speeding up his movements. He propped himself up on his free hand, leaning over to look at your facial expressions as your head leaned back into the mattress.

   “‘M close, ‘m so gonna cum, Leviii, fuck, I'm gon-” Your eyes widened in surprise as you felt as if everything came crashing down, and not in the way you had hoped. The high you were so close to reaching was pulled from you within seconds, along with Levi’s fingers. Your eyes met his steely grey ones in shock, and horror. “You can finish if you beg” he whispered.

   “W-why did you- i was about to-”

   “You want to cum, cadet?” You nodded quickly, desperately. “Then beg” 

𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ♡

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