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nelapanela94 · 1 year

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Hello!

Here’s my fic for Day D-8 of @levi-supreme Rei’s event for Levi’s birthday.

TW. Pure fluff, post war.

WC ~1k

“Got you, got you, got you.” You strain every inch of muscle to not drop him into the tub. Your arms are hooked under his armpits from behind as you lower him into the warm lavender-infused water. “That’s it. Put your weight on the good leg. Slow and easy.”

His hands tighten at the rim, and he groans. “Got it from here.”

“You sure?” You warily ask, still holding him.

“Yeah.”

You take a deep breath and slip off your arms from him, and Levi uses all his remaining strengt to sprauchle himself into the tub, his knuckles tense and white. And finally, you let out sigh of relief and smile; little by little, he’s recovering. It’s been about eight months since war ended, since you and Levi hung the green cloaks, moved to Marley after ten years of service and got the respite you deserved. Levi has already undergone three surgeries and has been convalescing to recover the mobility of his leg , begrudgingly goes to rehab, growling and whining that it’s a waste of time. But you’re there to push him, to hug him, encourage him; without you, he’d be a lost man.

“So, what do you want to do today, birthday boy?” You scoop water on your hand and soak his shoulders, back and chest, heedful with his most recent scars. “I know you don’t like to celebrate, but it’s special this time.”

“My first birthday after the war you mean.” He breathes.

“Yeah.” You hand him the foamy sponge and lavish his shoulders with kisses. “It could be just you and I, or we could have Gabi, Falco and Oni joining us too.” You bring your lips to the spot beneath his ear and whisper, “Whatever you want.”

“I don’t know,” he blows a raspberry and slips a hand over his shoulder, threading it with yours as you tuck your chin over the left one, and caress the stumps of his fingers. “You have to at least blow the candles.” You kiss him on the temple. “I love you Levi,” you murmured. “I love you, I love you, I love you. Thank you for keeping your promise.” Your eyes sting, the tears blend with the trickles of water falling from his hair and running down his skin. Levi closes his eyes,feeling your ragged breathing brushing against his cheek. He should’ve killed Zeke instead of waiting for orders. He’d been a fool, naive, but that promise, he clung to it, the last thread of hope from where he was hanging. “I love you too,” he says.

There’s a silence stretching over as your sobs dwindle, and a meek smile curves his lips. You started again when the stones were pounding at your door, wrecking everything. You watched your dreams burn and reborn. With the stones you built your little empire.

Everything is alright now.

He and you; you and him, free.

“Alright.” He twiddles with your fingers. “Let’s go to Damiano’s this evening. The birthday boy gets to choose the cake, right?”

“Of course!”

“Black Forest.”

“Great choice.” You wipe off your tears and reel back to grab the bottle from the floor. “There’s a parade too.” You squirt a spritz of sandalwood scented shampoo on your palm and lather his hair, massaging his scalp gingerly.

“A parade?”

“Yup. Don’t know exactly why it’s a holiday today, but kids get presents and there’s a festival and parades too.”

“So I get two presents.”

“You’re not a child.”

“But you treat me like one.”

“Close your eyes,” you say and ladle water with a jug, rinsing off the foam from his hair. You set it down and put your hands on the curve of his shoulders.

“I won’t treat you like one then.”

“No.” He blushes and holds your wrists, dragging them over his chest. Due to the inactivity, his muscle mass has whittled; his skin doesn’t feel as taut as it used to. Levi allows the days to scurry slow, reading, brewing tea, learning, and even though he’s not fond of the wheelchair, he enjoys the strolls with you. He likes museums, galleries and expositions; despite his belying stolidness, he’s amazed too by the boundless marvels the world has yet to offer.

A chuckle bubbles from you and you kiss him on the nape. “Men are big babies.”

He rolls his eyes, and growls. “Brat.”

“Me?” You pinch his cheek. “You’re the one acting like a brat.” You bring the stool to the side, carefully take his face in your hands and kiss him lightly on the lips, the subtle brush of a feather. “Happy birthday, Levi.” You mutter, tracing a finger along one of his scars, raised tissue, healed, but still pale pink. Your mouth is parted over his, and he presses his forehead on yours.

“Thank you.” He spews and kisses you back, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. “Marry me,” his warm breath fans over your lips. He looks away, then meet your eyes again. His are trembling, the black has blurred the gray. “Marry me.” He says again, his voice doesn’t swerve down this time.

Your eyes open wide, your bottom lip quivers. “Levi…” He pulls apart and you stare at each other for a while; you see his beautiful face beyond the scars, two-way adoration bouncing back and forth. His wet skin, sheen like polished Carrara against which contrast his ebony eyebrows and the weak blush on his face.

A drop of water falls from his eyelash, tracing the curve of his cheek, and you brush it away with your thumb. A smile tilts on your face. You giggle and throw a light blow on his arm. “That was a good one.”

“I’m not joking.”

Your smile falters.

“But that’s not even a question.”

“I can’t risk you saying no.”

“So, you demand.” You raise an eyebrow, and he smirks. He kisses you, and you pull apart, giggling, and he blindly chases you until he catches you again.

“Take off your clothes and get in here.”

“But—“

“It’s my birthday.” He nose bumps you and chuckles.

You splash water on his face, pouting and groan to your feet. From the little window you can see the saplings of sunlight opening their way through the mantle of clouds, a beautiful day for a special day. you shuck your clothes, and the morning chill bites your skin with its sharp fangs. You shiver, wrapping your arms around yourself, and get into the tub, nestling on the space Levi made for you. “This is good.” You sigh and curl against him, resting your head on his shoulder, sliding an arm behind him. “Happy?” You find his hand under the water, bring it to your mouth and kiss him lightly on the knuckles.

“Very.” He smiles and draws a finger over the line of your Cupid’s arc. “You’re beautiful.” He cocks his head by a fraction and winds his arms around your frame. “I’d rather stay here all day.” He nuzzles his cheek on your head, imbibing the hazy vanilla notes from your hair.

“Can we still go to Damiano’s?” You whine, and take out the puppy eyes from your arsenal. They have the best pizza fruits de mer in the continent. “Please?”

“Fine.” He huffs and tilts your face toward him to kiss you again.

“What else do you want for today? I really want to make this day special.” You meet his drowsy eyes after breaking the kiss.

Levi simply shrugs, he already got everything. “I love you. I love you, I love you.” He chants zealously. “You, it’s all I ever wanted.”

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mariaashlay · 8 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

Sorry it took so long😭

Here's a list of my, in my opinion, 5 best fics!

Exhaustion

Relationship: Gladius & Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinante

Characters, Gladius, Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinante

Tags, Sleep Deprivation, Sleepiness, First time writing the clown man!!!, Takes place about a years after Law joined, Couldn't think of a summary for this one

Summary: (Even after all this time I still haven't come up with a summary😅)

Out of everything I've ever written this is my number one fic! It was my first time writing something involving Rosi and it turned out better than I could ever imagine! I really like how I characterized Rosi and his opinions on Gladius, as well as having drawn a few comparisons between the two of them which gave it a little more depth.

This was also the first fic in which I went more in depth about Gladius' mental well being and in which way being part of the family has effected him, which is something I'm definitely going to be doing more often!

Also, sleepy Gladius is best Gladius!

Alleviate

Relationships: Baby 5 & Gladius

Characters: Baby 5, Gladius

Tags: Donquixote Pirates (One Piece), Gunshot Wounds, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Pre-Dressrosa

Summary: Gladius helps take care of Baby 5's wound before she leaves for Punk Hazard.

This is my favourite Gladius & Baby 5 fic I've ever written! Although it doesn't contain as much angst as the rest of my stories, it does encapsulate how I imagine the relationship between the two of them in my head, and in a little over 1k shows you exactly how I prefer to write them!

Asphyxiation

Relationships: Baby 5 & Gladius

Characters: Baby 5, Gladius

Tags: Donquixote Pirates (One Piece), Drowning, Ocean, Hurt, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Angst And Tragedy

Summary: On a rainy day, one of the worst thing that could happen to a devil fruit user happened, causing nothing but panic and distress.

This fic was the start of me spiraling into an obsession with making Baby 5 suffer as well, after this I just couldn't stop thinking of ideas to make the poor girl go through hell and back, mostly mentally😅

Though aside from that, this fic was so fun to write! I've never written anything like this before so it had been somewhat of a challenge to turn the idea into a good story, and I think I did a good job doing so!

I also really like the part of the fic in which Gladius immediately tried to jump into the ocean without even a second thought just to save Baby 5, which could be interpreted as him him not thinking logically in a very hight stress situation, or him just being so ready to almost throw away his life like it was nothing, which is very fun to think about.

The only downside to it is that I made Gladius a bit ooc, but who cares! We didn't get to see a large range of emotions from him in the serie so I have the freedom to make it all up!

Sprauchle

Relationship: Viola/Suffering

Characters: Viola

Tags: Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Emotional Hurt, Dancing, Pre-Dressrosa

Summary: Viola loves dancing.

Although I don't like a whole lot of the wording I used in this fic, I did like how I portrayed Viola as a character and all the pain she had to go through and her complicated relationship with dancing, so it deserves a spot on this list!

Duplicity

Relationship: Gladius/Viola

Characters: Gladius, Viola

Tags: Sexual Content, Flirting, Public Display Of Affection, Making Out, Kissing, Firts Kiss, French Kissing, Sloppy Makeouts, Rough Kissing, Neck Kissing, Biting

Summary: Ever since the tragedy that had taken everything from her and the people she cared about, Viola has been living a new life as Violet, the cruel assassin from the Donquixote family, and she'll continue keeping up this masquerade for as long as he has to if it meant she could keep her father alive, even if she had ended up letting herself be seduced by one of the families executives because of it.

Now don't get me wrong, this fic is completely self indulgent and cringe in every which way(Just like every other sexual fic I've ever written😅) But despite the fact that I can't write anything even slightly sexual even if my life depended on it, I just can't get myself to hate this fic, there's just something about how I wrote their interections and how I wrote them in general that I just like about it for some reason.

Though that could also just be because I have a obvious fondness for the two of them being together, doesn't matter in what way, they're my otp and I love them💖😭

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thebuginyourroom · 1 year

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I really need to get myself together. Right now! Before it gets too late. I feel like I broke into pieces and all my pieces are sprauchling on the floor. I need to get all my pieces and glue them together. That way I can expect to live decently.

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shidouryusm · 3 years

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Birthday Treats

Pairing: Bokuto x reader

Genre: angst, fluff, reverse comfort

Warning: Some suggestive implication at the end, little angsty, Bokuto comforts reader, little implication of being a bad s/o, crying

Word count: 1.4K

A/N: Happy Birthday to my dearest husband from haikyuu. He is the man I fell head over heels and am still in love with him neck deep. My comfort character and my literal beam. Love his phat ass and tiddies way too much.

A/N 2: Hope you enjoy my birthday tribute. I FELT SO BAD WHEN I MISSED HIS BIRTHDAY AT FIRST. I WAS TOO MUCH OCCUPIED WITH WORK TODAY TO REALISE I FORGOT HIS BIRTHDAY.

A/N 3: Any kind of constructive criticism would be appreciated. Like and reblog this fic.Thank you in advance all lovely people.

You had woken up at the crack of dawn. The sun was surfacing just above the horizon. Its orange warmth enhanced the shred of grey and blue clouds. You sprauchled across the room, sleep slouched but mind buzzing with worries and the work that you have to finish by today.

You reach over to the other end of bed. The sleeping figure of the dual colored hair man held too much endearment to miss. You placed a hand softly over his bare chest, as you took in his sleeping features. His little smile that he never misses while he is asleep. The serene countenance that he has now is usually masked by his boisterous nature. Sleeping Bokuto is a treat for the eyes and you thank the lucky stars to see this in person, that too every day. You kissed his nose, his closed eyes, his forehead and lastly a small peck over his tight lipped smile.

You sighed in tiredness as you turned over and headed to shower. A whole list of works waiting. You left the house with a small note of “I love you” over his breakfast plate, followed by a owl doodle that he always loves seeing on his plate.

The day rolled over to afternoon as you attended meetings, finished your first shift and supervised your juniors about upcoming work. All the while, feeling restless as if you forgot something at home. You even had double checked your purse twice due to this. It wasn’t until lunchtime that you realized what was amiss.

You were scrolling through your phone mindlessly as you ate your lunch, getting a relief from the pile and checklists of works that you had to finish. You saw the text that you had sent to Bokuto as you left,

“Hey baby, leaving for work early. Didn’t wanna wake you up. You were looking cute asf. Need to finish the excessive ass work so might be late. Bye and Love you. Also pls finish the breakfast well and donot forget the shake.

P.S- DW I had given you kisses while you were asleep :3. LOVE YOU”

He had replied with his usual cheerful state,

“HEY HEY HEY BABY OWL. It’s oki. Take care of yourself and LOVE YOU EVEN MORE. I HAD TAKEN THE OWL DRAWING WITH ME. IT WAS TOO CUTE. COME HOME SAFE. I LOVE YOU AGAIN.”

You smiled at his text. But the more you looked at the text, the more discomfort you felt. You looked at the text for few more moments before the epiphany crashed over you like icy storm.

You scrambled through the apps of your phone before going to the calendar and seeing the date. Dread would be an understatement to express the face that you just made. Your eyes seemed to pop out of socket as it locked with the date of 20th September…adorned with emojis and kisses and a little note saying, ‘BABY’S BDAY’. Guilt pooled in like a broken dam inside you. A punch in the gut as you forgot his birthday. The day you were anticipating of more than just a month. You remembered all the conversations that you had with him regarding his birthday,

“…and a large chocolate cake” you prompt. His head on your lap as you run your fingers over them.

“Along with barbecue and veggies as well. All kinds of meat would be good, right Y/N?” Bokuto’s eyes lit up as he spoke. You excitedly nodded to his suggestion.

“...also Kou, we can invite Kuroo, Tsumu, Kiyoomi and the entire MSBY along with Fukorodani, what say?”…

Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you see half the day being over. You go to Instagram as you see a video Atsumu posted as they all surprised him with a large cake and excited hollers and chorus of “Happy Birthday”. You see Bokuto as he looks so happy and exuberant. You smile involuntarily as you see his ear to ear grin at this surprise. Hundreds of devoted fans commented, wishing him and proclaiming their best wishes. Only his s/o forgot his birthday.

You hurriedly skim through your to do work list. Seeing half the work being done, you pack up your stuff and leave the office, explaining and leaving the rest of the work to your team.

You stop by the store, buying all the things that you need and head home.

Seeing as the sun hasn’t set down yet and there is enough time for his practice to end, you plan a short celebration that awaits him now.

It was evening when you finish all the preparations and drove to his gym. They were almost lacking up by the time you had reached. Perfect!

You spot Bokuto from afar. His soft smile etched on his face as he talks with Meian. You stand at the threshold of the gym entrance, feeling nervous and hesitant all of a sudden. Tsumu notices you as he nudges Bokuto. The amber round eyes met yours and he sprints towards you in a flash. Stopping in front of you as he sees you fidgeting awkwardly. Confusion dawns on his face.

“Y/N…baby. Weren’t you supposed to stay late for work? Also why is your face so pale, babe? Are you doing good? Is your health okay?” he anxiously put a hand over your forehead as he acknowledges his own question.

Upon his touch, you couldn’t hold it any longer as you pounced in his embrace. Tears that were alarmingly at bay cascaded down your cheeks.

“Babyy…I’m-I’m so sorry baby. I forgot your birthday fully. I swear I didn’t mean to…I was in so much stress. I forgot the date. I-I-I am…”

“Hey hey…shush…baby…hey its okay. Baby, come here…my baby owl” Bokuto secures you in his strong arms, comforting you.

Surely he did ponder that why didn’t you wish him or something…but he soon realized the overwork you have been facing for a few days. The nights where you combed his hair and analyse data in bed. The late night work schedule. But none of this mattered to him more than the fact that you always appreciate and acknowledge him, even in the busiest of days. Your presence and care being his No.1 gift. He rubs your back as he hides himself in the crook of your neck. Lifting you from the ground. He kisses your neck, your hair, the side of your head.

“Baby owl...hey look at me, pretty. Hey...there you are. Listen…its okay. No buts…it is absolutely fine. You had excessive stress for the past few days and the way you were handling that and our home together is fabulous babe. And that is my gift. My forever gift that I will cherish for the rest of my lives. Besides, you gave me morning kisses, right? Consider that as my gift from you”

Bokuto rests his forehead against yours as he traces his fingers on your waist. You regain your composure as he wipes away your tears and kisses your cheeks. You tug him outside towards the car before bading everone goodbyes.

You drove the car all the way to a small hill. The hillside consisting light posts and reflection of the ever blinding city.

Bokuto, unaware of his surrounding happenings followed suit. You unlock the boot of your car and take out the small grill and box of meat. Arranging everything, you see Bokuto just seeing everything in awed expression.

“I know we planned for a grand barbecue but thanks to my utmost forgetfulness, we have this now. This is the least I can do for you, Kou” you sheepishly said. Bokuto sheaths you in a bear hug again as he now places his lips over your. Both of your lips dancing in rhythm and heartbeats synching with each other.

“That is the best thing you can do for me, baby owl. I am ever so lucky to have you” You laugh at his hyperbole sentence which was nothing but true.

Bringing out the small cake that you had baked, you guys sit together on the bonnet of the car, talking about everything and nothing. The sizzle of the barbecue with the buzz of moths and the smooth rustle of breeze…all added with the beauty and simplicity of the scenario. You rest your head on his shoulders as you whisper I love yous and sweet nothings. He encircles his hand in your waist and pulls you closer. His remnant sweaty body and cologne hitting your nose. You kiss up along his jaws as he bents down and sweetly nips at your skin.

“I should give you a return gift for this, baby owl. Shouldn’t I?” he whispers directly over your ear. His hold getting tighter.

Maybe forgotten birthdays aren’t really that bad…

Happy Birthday to my King. My comfort character, my eternal love and just my bestfriend from Haikyuu.

Happy Birthday Bokuto Koutarou...the ACE of my heart.

Thank you everyone for reading this.

Please refrain from copying my work and reposting ot anywhere on other websites. Reblog for sure but do not repost without credit or my tags.

Reblogs are highly appreciated.

Thanks again <3

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sprytly · 4 years

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xcii.

you try to move forwards, but you sprauchle about meekly

blurred vision from crying uneasily you slip in your puddles of tears

trip up on your own measly toes tumble down backwards,

into the dreary past you go to drown yet again in your muddled woes.

#my writing #poetry #poems #my poetry #literature #spilled ink #grunge #grunge aesthetic #gothic #emo #emo vibes #alternative #prose #prose poems #vignettes #freeverse #poetic prose

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susantbraithwaite · 3 years

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#Scotstober Day 10 #Sprauchle

#Scotstober Day 10 #Sprauchle (complete with English translation).

Today’s word is sprauchle. Sprauchle is such a descriptive word. It means to move with difficulty; struggle; clamber; to move in a hasty, clumsy manner. Here’s my response to today’s prompt (another wee snippet taken from Running The Asset): There wis nae mistakin the hairdness o the gun brizzt howe intae hir side. “Gin ye wint tae leeve tae sei the nixt meenit, ye’ll stoap feckin sprauchlin,”…

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#Scotstober #Deniable Unit #scots leid #Things in Scots #Work in Progress #writing challenge

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nelapanela94 · 2 years

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tw: SMUT, (soft smut), newlyweds, virgin reader, fem!Bodied reader, Oral sex, fem!rec, I just wrote this so not proofread.

w.c: 2.3k

The happiest day of your life, the day you read your vows to each other, before an altar, with so many witnesses sharing your joy, but the only ones that matter were he and you. Two mawkish lovey-doveys, inebriated in each other; the sappy couple you swore you’d never become. And here you are, a stumbling tangle of limbs, sprauchling on every wall and every corner of the hallway, tearing your lips apart. Anxious fingers searching and finding, sneaking through any opening. The floor brims with rose petals and flickering candles, tracing the path that leads to your hotel room.

The faint light captures the glint of the gold bands on your left ring fingers. Boozed up mesh of laughs floods the air.

You duck into your room, and without breaking the kiss, Levi shuts the door close with a back-kick. The loud thud rumbles through the corridor.

“Levi!” You cry and pull away, rubbing a finger over your smudged, bitten lip.

Laughter bubbles out from his throat. Lovely sound. And he shrugs his blazer off, then his vest letting them pool at his feet.

He looks at you, his fingertips lingering along your ears, while your svelte finger slips under his bow tie, the strap unclasps and it flumps down. Levi removes the bobby pins with such daintiness, making your braids fall out, tiny white flowers tumble from you hair, littering the mahogany wooden floor like stars twinkling in the sky. You fondle his cotton-clad shoulders and upper arms as he, without breaking eye contact slides his hands behind your back, looking for the lace that keeps your dress in place; he tugs at it, finally, and the bow loses its shape. He spins you around, and you lift your hair; his breath caresses your nape, and his lips come closer, smothering with kisses your neck and naked shoulders.

Butterflies flit in your stomach, just like the first time you met.

“I love you,” he whispers, his voice raspy and smooth at the same time, making heat rise to your cheeks, between your legs.

“I love you too,” you muse. You’re trembling, dizzy with eagerness and agitation.

Deft fingers loosen the corset, with the patience of an old granny counting coins to buy a loaf of bread. The cord slips through the grommets and then his scorching palms glide between your dress and your sensitive flesh, cleaving the panels open. The hefty, white, pompous gown rumples around your legs.

You swirl around.

“Beautiful,” he mutters, and you feel shy under his dull gaze, eyes dawdling gingerly over your body, dressed in lacy lingerie. He hoists you in his arms, making his way to the bed, your legs anchored around his waist, your heels tapping on his butt cheeks. Arms tethered behind his neck, tongues urgently fighting for dominance. You can feel the excitement growing under his pants

He scuffs off one patent leather shoe, his free rayon-clad toes push down the other oxford at the heel and he drops you on the bed, your legs dangling over the end. He crouches down, and lifts your right foot first, resting it on his thigh, slips off the white strap through the buckle and tosses away the heel. He repeats the process for the other foot. Then raises your leg lightly, his mouth strides from your knee down to your ankle, drawing a trail of moist kisses, and retraces his steps. Giggles dribble from you. His lips tickle your thigh as they move upward, and his teeth hook at the white garter, pulling at it and letting it spring back; he chases it, and drags it down, slowly, until it dangles in your toes and slips down.

His lips find yours again and he shifts you to the center of the bed, his fingers brushing like feathers over your ribs, then your waist, as you undo the buttons of his shirt. He leans back, sitting on his heels and pulls it off, the silver glow that seeps through the window baths his perfectly chiseled body in luster as a marble sculpture.

The buckle of his belt clatters on the floor, he slips off the bed and wiggles his black slacks down, then crawls back and kneels between your legs.

“You’re gorgeous, Levi.” You stretch out your arms, making grabby hands. “Let me touch you.”

He smirks, and hovers over you, his hands denting the mattress at the sides of your head. You look like a goddess, hair sprawled, laying beneath him in that sexy lingerie, in the middle of the scattered red petals. His nose nudges on your cheek as your fingertips map his naked chest and abs, burning his skin like molten wax, his muscles rippling under your touch. His nose strolls down along your jawline, and tips your chin up, planting kisses leisurely on your neck, grazing that thrumming spot.

Your blood fizzes through your veins, igniting every inch of your body, from flesh to bone. “I want you, Levi.” You mewl, lolling your head to the side so his mouth continues the blissful onslaught under your jaw.

Levi pulls apart a bit, grips your jaw and forces you to look at him. He scans your face. Your cheeks are flushed pink, specks of white quail on your dilated pupils, faint puffs of breath sip out of your already worn out lips. While engrossed in your beauty, your sneaky hand finds the hem of his underwear and slip under, in quest of what you covet now. Your fingers curled around him, eliciting a cloying gasp; hips jerk up. He’s girthy, and oozing, and a drop of panic smears in your lower belly.

“Not yet,” he tows your hand off and hauls you up and unclasps your bra after a few attempts. His fumbling hands cup your breast, nipples tautened with desire rolling between his fingers, and a reel of moans spools off your mouth. You lurch back, propped in your arms, head hanging backwards, brows twitching. You feel his knuckles brushing down past your navel as his tongue teases and swirls around your hardened nubs. Desire pools between your thighs; your core aches with greed.

“Ah! Levi, please!” You tilt your head down and look at him having fun with your breasts. You run your fingers through his hair and clench your hand, pushing him down to where you need him the most. “Levi!” You wail, as he nibbles on your perky bud, refusing to leave. He pulls apart by a bit, gazing up to you, your nipple captive between his teeth. He lets go, simpering, and drags his lips back to yours.

He pushes you down on bed.

“Y/N.” he utters against your mouth.

“Y/N.” Against your collarbones.

“Y/N.” Your navel.

“Y/N.” Over your clothed mound.

He´ll never grow tired of saying your name.

A grin blooms on his lips when he catches the transparent spot on the crotch. His eyes glint with need, and you can't help but blush with embarrassment.

“Don’t be shy.” His palms saunter over your inner thighs as he buries his nose in your wetness. “I’m so hard I don’t think I’ll last too long. And you´re the cause,” he mumbles, and takes a deep breath, your sweet arousal awakening his primal side and shutting down any trace of self-restraint. Damn, he wants to be inside you so bad, but he needs to try you first. He pushes your panties to the side, and shears with a finger the cord of slick that lingers between your skin and the lingerie. His length twitches. Shit, he’s going to blow out before any fun begins.

But it’s your fault, you turn him into a madman without even trying.

Your hips jiggle at the first lap of his tongue running between your folds, legs squirm, something coils within your core. Your eyes squeeze shut, face turned to the side, mouth drawing a beautiful O as he feasts in you, like a famished man savoring a copious meal after several days without taking a bite.

His name falls of your mouth as his playful tongue and lips explore uncharted territory. He pulls away and strokes your swollen clit over the fabric, your hips rocking, seeking the delightful friction.

“Don’t st- No!”

He cruelly lets the knot in your belly unravel, all the bliss dwindling.

“I’m sorry,” he coos, his fingers anchored at the hem of your underwear. You buck up your hips and he pulls down that meddlesome piece. Completely bared and unfurled for him. A piece of art worth for his private museum.

He doesn’t waste time. He spreads open your folds with his thumbs, your enlarge glossy clit, longing for attention. And he listens to it. His lips seize it, his tongue laps and draws circles over it, pushing you to the edge. Your body writhes; your legs tense, your knuckles whiten as your hands clench in the sheets.

“Levi! Fu- Ah!” You gasp at the finger plunging into you, but it’s not enough to appease your need and he knows it. He adds a second digit, prodding, scissoring, chasing after each other, stroking that spongy spot as he’s mouth works on your clit. Your eyes clamped shut tight, you feel meteors bursting behind them. It’s intense, fierce, the sizzling now boils within you until it erupts like a volcano, and for a few seconds, you’re swarmed by pure elation.

Your chest rises and fall wildly, your breath whizzes out in staggered pants, and your face is sleek in sweat. Through the haze, you find Levi staring up at you, sweeping his tongue over his coated lips. You see it in his eyes, he can’t hold back anymore.

In a second, he gets rid of his underwear, his cock springs freely, the throbbing tip whisking his lower belly, and a crisp line of black tuft that begins under his belly button, marches down to the base of his erection. He peels down the foreskin, and shit, he’s beautiful, big and thick, and your eager and nervous to have him.

His hardness skims your belly as he kisses you, and you can taste yourself in his lips. Sweet and bitter. He inches back, and your eyes entangle, his hand smoldering your cheek. His voice is serious. “I’ll be gentle.” Kiss. “Let me know if it’s too much.” Kiss. “You know I fucking love you.” Kiss. “And the last thing I want is to hurt you.” Kiss.

You nod, the back of your hand brushes his cheek with tenderness. “I love you too,” you croon, “and I trust you.”

He guides himself, looking for your entrance, and you feel him poking. Panic rises. You close your eyes, and he rolls his hips forward, painfully slow, and your body puts resistance to the unfamiliar intrusion. Levi stills, watching every reaction on your face. Your body is all tense. His hand entwines with yours for reassurance and you squeeze. He squeezes back.

“You have to relax,” he purrs, strands of black hair prick your forehead, his breath fanning over your neck. Beads of sweat trickle down his face. Your free hand claws on his shoulders, threatening to etched red marks.

Tears peek at the corners of your eyes. You take a deep breath, teeth sinking into your bottom lip, and, with resolve, you buck your hips up in a howl of pain. Levi grunts and hisses at the tight warmth that envelops him; inch by inch, he sheathes himself into you. Hot blood dashes through his veins as he fights the urge to shove himself into you in a quick, single thrust.

With a thumb, he sweeps away your tears.

“Levi,” your voice is a quavering lament, your face contorted in pain as he breaches you, breath hitching; your walls blazing in sweet agony. And then your pelvises meet, and he stops and stills. Trembling, waiting for you to adapt.

“You’re doing great.” He tugs down your lower lip, eyes droopy, leaden with love and lust. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” He spews and captures your lips again. Your hand meander along the slope of his spine. Despite the waning pain, you know you’re a perfect fit. Made for each other.

His face reels back, enough to take a glimpse of your face, to make sure you’re ok, tears dried, and a faint smile tugs at your lips.

“You can move.” You say.

He rakes his fingers through your hair, toying with your locks for a moment, before finding your hand again. He wants to reach your peaks with your hands weaved together. He drops his head to kiss you and only then, he begins to work himself in and out at a languid pace, relishing in your moist and the friction, taking his time because he doesn’t want to explode just yet.

Your back arches as the pain gives way to pleasure; brimming, rolling heat. Your nails rake down, painting red lines on his back. Groans and moans rise in a dazzling melody. Your melody. His deep grunts getting in tune with your highest notes.

Your name seeps out of his lips in jagged whispers, melting in your hair. His breathing quickens as his tempo rises, and your body tightens around him, driven over the edge, for the second time, by the rocking of his hips.

Your hands squeeze each other as if they’d melt together.

You coil, tighter and tighter, and then, jolts of pleasure break through you, seizing every inch of your body, and your orgasm wrenches his right after. He fills you with his seed and collapses over you, but doesn’t roll away. He stays, with an idiotic smile plastered on his face, and reaches out, sweeping a lock of hair from your cheek and tucking it behind your ear. He kisses you on the forehead, and your both let giggles rumble in your throats. His thumb fondles the back of your hand, drawing feeble circles, then brings it to his mouth and presses a kiss on top of the band.

“Are you ok, Mrs. Ackerman?” He watches you watching him through eyes leaden with weariness, dozing. Yet, you pull out a smile.

“Better than ever before. Mr. Ackerman.”

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