#at one point he gripped my shoulder and the warmth of that moment lingered for hours

[mawrmyy]

sugar 'n cream

Joel Miller x f!reader

word count: 2.4k

warnings:

18+ !!! minors dni please !!! smut, messy blowjobs, f!masturbation, tooth-rotting fluff, writing soft!husband!joel has become my brand at this point, pet names (angel, baby, perfect girl), lmk if i missed anything :)

You’ve fallen into a routine of waking up to the smell of brewing coffee every sunday morning.

Today is no different. Your eyelids flutter open gently, the burnt, earthy smell climbing upstairs to your bedroom. 

You linger in it, let yourself sink deeper into the white sheets as the scent envelops you, the familiarity of it feeling like a warm embrace. 

You can’t help but smile. You know he’s downstairs, probably pouring the dark coffee into two separate mugs; one for each of you. He knows exactly how you like your coffee, but he never gets it quite right. 

You love him for that. 

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes with the back of your knuckles, you begin to get up, the sheets rustling and twisting beneath you as you do. The floor tiles are cool against your bare feet, jolting you further awake as you tiptoe downstairs, hand lightly grazing the railing.

He’s there— broad shoulders facing you, muscles moving beneath his shirt as he pours the last drops of coffee into one of two mugs on the counter. You see him eye the sugar, contemplating whether or not to attempt sweetening your drink just how you like it. It makes you smile. 

You decide to help him solve the dilemma, walking towards him. 

He’s so warm. You feel the heat he radiates before you even wrap your arms around his waist, pressing a sweet kiss between his shoulder blades before resting your forehead there. He hums, and the vibration of it sends shivers throughout your whole body, you’re sure you feel him in your bones. 

“Mornin’, Baby,” Joel says softly. You hum in acknowledgement, unmoving from your position against his body, whining in protest when he tries to change positions. He chuckles, gruff and hearty, and you give in, loosening your grip on him. He turns over in your arms as he leans his back against the counter, and you lean your chin on his chest, looking up at him. He’s smiling at you, and it’s so soft and sweet, you’re sure your heart is going to burst out of your chest. 

Joel ducks his head down and kisses you, one big hand coming up to cup your cheek. A content sigh leaves your throat, and you feel him smile against your lips as his thumb softly caresses your cheekbone. 

You miss the warmth of his mouth as soon as you break apart. You grumble, your head nestling against his chest, ear against his thrumming heart. 

“Wanted to wake you up with coffee in bed,” Joel says. “Been workin’ real hard this week, Baby. Thought you could use the extra sleep.” He’s right, of course. He always is. He knows you so well, your Joel, always attentive, listening to your constant rambling and ranting as he holds you close to him on the couch after every long day. He’s so sweet, so good to you. 

You lean up, kissing him once again, this time shorter and sweeter. 

“I love you,” You tell him, because it’s true. He smiles, tugging you a little bit closer to him. 

“Never know how much sugar to put in your coffee, Baby,” Joel tells you. You huff out a laugh, reluctantly pulling yourself away from his body to pull out a milk carton from the fridge. You feel Joel’s gaze on you, burning a hole through your head as you pour the milk into your coffee, the dark brown shade of it softening to a lighter, caramel-like color.  

Before you can reach for the drawer to pull out a spoon for the sugar, Joel’s handing you one. It’s a normal teaspoon, but it looks comically small in his large hand. You take it from him, mumbling a thank you, Baby as you sweeten your coffee. His hand, the one that was handing you a spoon a moment ago, falls to the small of your back, and you revel under his touch. The two of you take a sip of your coffee simultaneously, and you smile into the mug as both of you find the other’s eyes. 

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Joel likes his coffee black, black, black. You don’t understand why someone would choose to drink something that tastes like charcoal and burnt shit out of their own free will, but right now, as you kiss him, your tongue against his, you think you might not mind the flavor. 

He’s got you pushed up against the counter, marble digging into your lower back as he trails open-mouthed kisses up and down the column of your throat. His hands rest on either side of your hips, thumbs drawing circles on your waist. You’re breathing him in, holding the back of his head in the palm of your hand as his mouth nips and licks at your throat, kissing every sliver of bare skin his lips can find. Lost in the moment, you let your mind go completely blank with nothing but Joel.

Your man.

Your big, strong, capable man, always so good to you, so selfless. You know for a fact that he’d give you the world— he’s just waiting for you to ask him to. 

Your body moves on instinct, sinking to your knees before you even realize what you’re doing. Worshiping Joel is muscle memory at this point. Your hands travel up and down the outsides of his thighs, the fabric of his jeans rough and dry against the palms of your hands. You had asked him once, who the hell wears Jeans on their day off? He’d just huffed out a laugh and kissed you sweetly, and that was the end of the conversation.

Your fingers work at his belt, shakily unbuckling it, pulling it loop by loop before letting it fall to the floor beside you. Joel is looking down at you, eyes wide and dark and full of love and everything else that’s unsaid. His hand cups your face and you melt into his touch, nuzzling against him like a housecat basking in the warmth of a fireplace. 

“Baby,” Joel says from where he stands above you. His voice rasps around every vowel, lust dripping from it like honey. “Y’don’t gotta do that, c’mere. I’ll make you feel real good, Darlin’. Let me make you feel good.” You smile up at him, at your man, always putting your pleasure before his own. You shake your head softly, unbuttoning his jeans.

“Wanna make you feel good, Joel.” You say as you work the zipper down. His eyes never leave yours. Not as his pants fall around his ankles, or as you plant a kiss on his tan thigh. Not even as you palm his half-hard cock through his boxers, cupping him through the fabric. 

“Always taking such good care of me,” You say as you begin to pull his boxers down, kissing the newly revealed skin of his soft tummy. “Let me return the favor.” You keep tugging his boxers off slowly, pressing your lips softly to every inch of bare skin your greedy mouth can latch onto. You smile to yourself as you feel Joel’s breath hitching, the uneven rise and fall of his stomach against your curled lips. Your own breath catches in your throat as soon as Joel’s boxers fall to his ankles, his cock standing hard and proud before you, a bead of precum on the tip. 

This isn’t anything new. You and Joel have been together for a long time now, finally tying the knot last autumn after dating for five years. He takes such good care of you, showing his love in ways that range from sending you pictures of every heart-shaped object he comes across, to fucking you deep into the mattress until you’re screaming out his name. But still, you almost never get to love on him like you wish you could. He’s always so preoccupied with making you feel good, he doesn't realize that seeing him come undone for you has your sweet cunt clenching around nothing. 

You reposition yourself on your knees, making yourself as comfortable as the cold tile will allow, before taking Joel’s cock in your hand. He groans at the contact, your warm hand closing tightly around the thick base of him. The sound spurs you on, and you lean in to press a sweet kiss to the leaking tip. Joel’s hand flies to your hair, fisting it tightly. 

“Shit, Angel,” His voice is deep and gruff. You keep pressing feather-light kisses along the length of his dick, riling him up. “Fuck, go easy on me, Baby. Don’t tease me— shit,” You take him into your mouth, lips wrapping around the tip of his cock, tongue rubbing the sweet spot right beneath the head. The groan that Joel lets out is so primal and animalistic, you’re sure it’s been brewing in his chest for a while now. His hips stutter as he holds himself back from fucking your throat, and you take him deeper, mind hazy with the need to make him feel good, craving his sweet moans and groans. 

Joel is muttering about your perfect lips, and about what a good girl you are, taking him so well. His praise spurs you on, has you moaning and humming around his cock. 

But it’s not enough. You need more of him.

You pull your lips off of his dick with a wet pop! sound, spit dripping down your chin. Joel loosens his grip on your hair, confused. 

“Want you to fuck my throat,” You blurt out bluntly. Joel’s eyes go wide at your request. 

“Fuck– R’you sure?”He asks. You nod enthusiastically. “Don’t wanna hurt you,” He says, a little softer. His hand comes to rest on your cheek, his eyes wide with affection and worry. You hum, nuzzling into his touch, a smirk gracing your lips.

“Someone’s self absorbed,” You joke. Joel snorts, rolling his eyes.

“Goddamn smartass,” He replies, and you laugh. You press a light kiss to his lower tummy, his pubic hair scratching against your skin, before looking back up to him with a soft smile.

“M’serious,” You tell him. “Want you. Want all of you.” Joel inhales deeply.

“My perfect fuckin’ girl,” He says, and you beam. And after a moment– “Shit, yeah, okay.” It’s all the confirmation you need before taking him into your mouth once more, cheeks hollowing as you relish in his bitter flavor. Joel’s hand finds the back of your head once again, pulling you closer to him until the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat. His nostrils flare as he grunts, eyes never leaving yours. You can’t help but moan at the intimacy of it, at the warm weight of him against your tongue. 

You can tell your sounds spur him on, giving him more confidence as he bucks his hips against you, making you choke around his cock. 

He looks so beautiful like this, with his tousled hair and his coffee-brown eyes watching you in awe, you can’t help but let your hand slide down beneath the waistband of your panties, fingers running through your slick folds, drawing small circles on your clit. 

He looks like an Adonis, like an ancient Greek statue carved from the finest marble. You run a hand up and down his thick thigh, your other hand still toying with your cunt. You sink a finger into your dripping hole, making you moan even more enthusiastically as you bob your head up and down Joel’s cock. He’s close and you know it, the rhythm of his hips uneven as he fucks into your mouth. His eyebrows are furrowed and his mouth slightly agape and yes, he looks so handsome like this, you feel yourself clenching around your finger before slipping another one into your tight hole. Joel’s always been better at this than you, his fingers thicker and longer, hitting all the right spots inside of you. You can’t help but wish it was him, fucking you deep and slow, thumb circling your clit while two fingers pump deep inside your pussy, making you gush and cream around him. But no, this is about him, now. You swirl your tongue around his heavy cock, pulling your head back slightly to suck at the sensitive tip. Joel lets out a broken moan before pulling you against him, your nose against his soft belly. It’s a sweet burn. He’s so big, you feel tears beginning to blur your vision as you breathe deeply through your nose. 

He finally lets you break away, and you gasp for air. You smile up at him, practically glowing, the hand that was previously buried between your plush thighs comes back up to stroke him, the mix of your spit and your juices coating his dick as your hand tugs at him. 

“Want you to come in my mouth,” You say, before pressing a soft kiss to the side of the shaft. “Wanna taste you.” Joel curses under his breath, something you can’t quite make out. You smirk, before taking him into your mouth again.

“Girl of my- fuck- girl of my fuckin’ dreams,” He says, and you hum around him. He gives two hard thrusts into your tight throat, before his hips still completely as he comes. You’re pressed against him, your eyes screwed shut as you focus on breathing through your nose, not wanting to break away before you get to taste all of him, every last drop on your tongue.

Joel’s hips jerk as his cum paints the velvet walls of your mouth. The flavor of him is bitter and salty, something you can’t quite put into words. 

Something that’s all Joel, all yours.

You slowly pull your mouth off of his softening cock, swallowing every last drop of his release, all while never breaking eye contact. Joel’s breathing is heavy and his eyes are wide, watching your every move with utter fascination and adoration. You give him a small smile as he brings his thumb to the corner of your lip, swiping up a leftover drop of his come and pushing it slowly into your mouth. It’s a welcome intrusion, and you wrap your lips around the finger immediately, tongue circling the pad of it. Joel grunts, before helping you up so that you’re standing again and kissing you deeply, has hand on the back of your head. You can’t help but smile into the kiss.

He still tastes like coffee. He tastes like coffee and Joel and a hint of you, reminding you he’s all yours.

“I love you,” You tell him, and he smiles.

“Love you too, Angel,” He replies. “Fuck, love you so goddamn much.”

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whew! this one took a while to write cause i was sick for the longest time and couldn't really think about sucking dick...

thank you for reading!! i'd love to hear what you thought, and constructive criticism is always appreciated :)

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[stuffeddeer]

Dazai didn't mind you playing with his hand. In fact, he kind of liked the attention and care you seemed to be showing him, even if it was just towards one appendage. Light tugging and pushing on fingers, delicately tracing his knuckles and the scars littering the back, and even occasionally lacing your fingers with his for a moment — Dazai was happy to let you do it all. To think hands that have previously participated in such horrid acts could be treated so gently made butterflies erupt in his tummy.

He let you do whatever (having trouble saying no to you) while he wasted time rereading his book. You'd pull his hand to your face sporadically through your time playing with it, so it never caused Dazai any alarm. Sometimes you would inspect it closely, sometimes you'd drag his calloused fingertips along your cheek just to see if the degree of toughness had changed, but his favorite was when you'd press a tiny kiss to his palm. Usually that meant playtime was over — soon you'd drop his hand onto his lap and scurry away. Even knowing it brought about the end of his favorite time with you, the tingly feeling of your lips on his skin lingering long after you'd leave made it worth it. All this to say, Dazai was used to you tugging his hand up towards his face, bringing it closer to your mouth. He had to work overtime to keep his heartbeat steady, certain of what was to come next, when...

"Ow!"

It was hard to catch Dazai off guard. You weren't even trying, you just... Well, you wanted to see what would happen.

"Did you just bite me?" He couldn't help the amused (his coworkers would say smitten) smile on his lips as he turned to look at you.

You turned to him with wide doe eyes, a deer caught in headlights as you seemed unaware you had even done something wrong. Timidly, you press a tiny, chaste kiss to the tip of his middle finger — the same finger you'd gently bitten the top of moments prior.

"Mmh... Sorry, Dazai." Your words were languid, gently squeezing his hand before dropping it out of your hold.

Dazai wanted to pout, to say 'you forgot my kiss' while pointing to his palm, but he was too focused on his middle finger — the tingling of where you kissed him and the warmth of your mouth he'd felt around his fingertip for a fleeting moment. As you shuffled beside him, preparing to stand up, his hand shot out to grip yours.

"Where do you think you're going?"

The smirk on his face told you he wasn't too upset by your impulsive action, breathing out a sigh of relief. "Um, away..?"

A grin spanned across his face as he leaned closer. "Not before my payback, you aren't."

Losing distance, his mouth opened slowly until his head stopped just over your shoulder. "I require penance, you know," he mumbled before biting down onto the soft skin.

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[slutforln4]

THE COWBOY HAT RULE

🖇️ in which you, respectively, ride the cowboy

🖇️ part two to the cowboy daniel fic! sorry to keep you waiting this long. hope you enjoy 🤍

🖇️ warnings smut, like literally 4k words of smut.

🖇️ daniel ricciardo x mercedes!race engineer!reader

🖇️ the smut part of my smut with plot fic. part one is here.

You’re not sure what prompts you to kiss Daniel first.

You’re in the taxi on the way to the hotel, his hand resting on your thigh and your eyes on his, and it’s a mere moment before you feel yourself leaning in and kissing him.

Daniel’s eyes go wide but he smirks against your lips, one of his hands coming up to hold onto your face and pull you in closer. The air’s thick and mixed with the warmth of his lips, you’re sure you’ll melt into a puddle beneath his fingertips.

It’s all a blur from this point on. All you remember is his lips moulding perfectly against yours, his hands on the small of your back and the sounds of his hotel room door locking.

Daniel’s hands move rhythmically on your body, softly tugging on your hair as you’re pressed up against the hotel room door. The lingering taste of liquor on his lips and tongue mixed with the taste of *him makes you weak. You feel your arms wrap around his neck and play with the curls at the base of his neck, causing him to smile against your lips.

Daniel pulls away, his hand firmly gripping your face and a look of lust in his eyes. There’s something so soft about the tight hold he has on your jaw, yet something so vicious lying between the shades of brown that are staring at you.

You feel yourself slipping deeper into your feelings for him when he softly pecks your lips, letting his hand slip down to your neck, continuing to hold it tightly enough for you to freeze under his touch. Your heartbeat quickens when he leans in closer to your ear. “All mine.”

Something about the possessive tone of his voice made you that much more weak.

Daniel pulls away to look at your face again, his grip on your neck tightening and causing you to tilt your head up to loosen it. “All fuckin’ mine.” He grips your face and forces you to look at him. “Say it.”

You open your mouth to speak, but the tightness of his hand on your neck makes your mouth run dry. Daniel notices it and lets go, instead holding your jaw. “I’m yours, Daniel. All yours.”

“That’s right, baby,” he pulls you back in for a kiss, his hands finding their place on your hips as he leads both of you to the bed. You straddle his lap with the intention of riding the cowboy like he intended you to, but Daniel’s in no rush to get your clothes off.

The warmth of his kisses spread out over your face and down your neck, sounds of pleasure already threatening to escape your lips. His tongue swirls over a patch of your skin on your collarbone before his teeth gently dig into your flesh. You gasp softly, but the pain gets soothed by his tongue smoothing over the bite.

“This is so wrong,” you say, under your breath. You don’t want to stop feeling his lips on your skin, and neither does he want to stop kissing you, but fact is that *this is wrong. And you have no intention of making it right.

The curly haired australian nods, bringing his lips back up to meet yours. “So wrong.” He agrees, practically speaking into your mouth with how hard he’s kissing you. He knows it’s wrong, to some extent, yet he can’t help but enjoy every second of this. He dreads the moment he has to pull away from you and go back to living life without feeling your lips on his own.

He places soft kisses on your shoulder, his fingers resting the zipper of your dress, waiting for permission to undo it, as if he hasn’t undone you entirely just by mere touch.

“Take it off,” you whisper, looking down at his honey eyes when he pulls away from marking what’s his. Daniel’s fingers softly undo your zipper, pushing the top of the dress off of your shoulders. It pools at your waist and you watch as Daniel’s eyes linger on your body— it looks like he’s trying to memorise every feature of you in just that one glance.

The love-tinted shade in his eyes turns back into lust when his teeth find your shoulder, softly nibbling and leaving his mark, all while your lips emit the quietest moans.

Daniel softly places you down on the bed, his lips trailing down your chest. You feel his hand snake around your back and he unclasps your bra using one hand, while the other’s slowly tugging the dress further down your body. The sound of the bra dropping to the floor distracts you just enough for Daniel to make you gasp again, when his tongue swirls around your right nipple before softly sucking on it.

He licks around it once more before letting his tongue run across your chest and to the other breast, repeating the same action as he did on your right.

You’ve been hesitant to let yourself be vocal. Mainly because you don’t want to give Daniel the satisfaction of knowing he’s doing something to you, that he’s pleasing you. So instead of giving in and moaning when he marks your skin with his teeth, you bite your bottom lip and hold back any sound.

Daniel’s lips trail down your belly, soft kisses lining his path to the place you need him most. He lifts your hips and tugs off the dress, throwing it to the floor. You feel his head dip back to your abdomen again, but he doesn’t move his kisses past the waistband of your panties.

He stays there, teasingly kissing your stomach and you feel the ache between your legs getting unbearable. “Daniel.”

“Hm?” He lifts his head, a look of mischief in his eyes. He’s teasing. You look at him, a little shy to ask for more, knowing that’s exactly what he wants. “What do you need, princess?” He kisses your stomach again, the softness in his voice making you throb.

“You know what I need,” you mumble, your fingers coming down to play with his hair.

Daniel pulls away again, still staying situated between your legs, but his brown eyes stare straight up at you. His breath is warm against your skin when he says, “I won’t do anything if you don’t tell me what you want, baby.”

You roll your eyes. He’s still as annoying as usual, but you’re so close to getting him where you need him, so you don’t give that up. “I want you… down there.”

“What was that?” Daniel laughs, pretending he couldn’t hear you. “You want me where?”

“Down there.”

Daniel’s fingers ghost over your clothed clit, making your hips chase the barely-there touch. He runs a finger down it again, letting it press against your clothed entrance. A smirk appears on his lips when he feels the damp spot on your panties.

“Down here?” He looks back up at you, clearly pleased with how wet he has you. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Mhm,” you hum when he traces your slit with his finger again. You look down at him, rolling your eyes at the smirk on his lips. “Please?”

“Please, what?”

You roll your eyes again. “You’re so annoying.” You mumble under your breath. Daniel wants you to beg for him, to use his name. He needs to know you want him to please you, not just the pleasure. And you know that he wants that. The only problem is you’ve never been keen on giving people what they want.

“C’mon, sweetheart.” He coos. “You know you want my lips on your pretty pussy.” He completely pulls away, his eyes burning holes into you with the intensity of his stare. The second his hands and face pull away from your body, you miss the comfort of it.

“Daniel, please.” You beg, adding a little more whine to your voice so he doesn’t make you beg more. “I need you.”

“Do you need me or do you just need the pleasure?” He asks, seeming to be obsessed with the idea that you need him and not just an orgasm. Daniel needs to know he’ll be more than just a quick fuck. He knows you don’t do quick fucks, or else it wouldn’t have taken him this long to have you like this, quivering under his touch everytime he teases you through your panties.

“I need you, Daniel.” You look at him with pleading eyes, tired of the teasing and longing for more than just his barely-there touch. “Please.”

Next thing you know, Daniel’s fingers are hooking around the waistline of your panties and pulling them off. Still painfully fucking slow, but at least he’s doing something other than teasing you. Your panties fall to the floor with barely a sound and Daniel’s lips are slowly kissing their way down your thigh.

You let out a soft moan when his teeth dig into the soft flesh on your femur, leaving another mark there, as if it was proof. As if anyone needed to know that Daniel was there. It’s not like there was anyone other than Daniel that’s touched you like this, anyway, so the marks were more so for you than for anyone else.

Like a keepsake.

Something so sacred and so precious that it mustn’t be shared with the world. Your little secret. It feels almost religious, the way his lips caress your thighs and how he bites you with the hunger of a starved man. Now, he got a taste of your lips and he can’t get enough.

Daniel tries his best not to eat you out immediately, but the urge grows stronger with every soft whimper and plea that leaves your lips as his teeth dig into your skin.

He’s taking so painfully long, the ache between your legs getting almost unbearable. Daniel’s lips kiss your inner thigh and finally, his head dips lower.

“So wet for me, love,” he says, under his breath as he’s taking in the beauty of you. He can’t get enough of you, the more he sees. You feel him spread you open, and so you spread your knees apart giving him more space.

One of his fingers slowly rubs your sensitive clit, already throbbing at the mere thought of him touching you. You feel a slender finger of his slowly tease your hole as his thumb sloppily rubs your clit. He’s still teasing, despite seeing how badly you’re squirming under his touch.

Just when you’re about to beg again, you feel his tongue make contact with your clit and your eyes flutter closed. His tongue flicks over your throbbing bud and you bite back a moan. You feel him smile against your core as he lathers his finger up in your wetness and slowly pushes it inside you. You can’t fight the moans anymore, his finger pumping in and out, and his tongue on your clit getting too much to handle.

The dizziness of an orgasm slowly floods your brain as he pleases you so harmoniously. His tongue moves in tune with his fingers and the vibration of his own moans adds that extra bit of pleasure you were chasing.

“I’m close,” you manage to whisper under your breath. Daniel’s tongue adds more pressure on your clit and his fingers curl inside you, and your hand slides down to grip onto something just so you don’t completely collapse into the mattress. Your fingers tug on his curls and Daniel groans into you.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he urges you, pulling away for a mere second yet the absence of his tongue made you crave it even more.

It takes just that one last petname for you to come undone on his fingers. You feel Daniel lapping you up, licking every last bit of you up before he pulls away and licks his fingers clean. His lips return to attacking your neck as he pulls off his cum-soaked boxers.

All it took was hearing those sweet, sweet sounds coming from your mouth and he was coming undone, too.

You’ve barely recovered from the orgasm when you feel Daniel reach over and grab a condom from the drawer of the hotel nightstand. You watch with half-lidded eyes as he tears the small packet open with his teeth, spitting the trash somewhere to the floor and next thing you know, he’s rolling the condom onto himself, and aligning his dick with your entrance.

“Dan-” you get cut off with the painfully slow thrust that stretches you out unlike anyone has ever before. You didn’t expect him to be so big. He bottoms you out so perfectly, it makes you hum in content.

“You like that?” Daniel looks down at you, the playful smile never leaving his lips. “You like me filling you up? Huh, pretty girl?” He says, in between kisses to your neck.

Daniel hasn’t moved yet, letting you adjust to the size of him. And also because he likes to just watch you— the anticipation on your face as you wait for him to move, that single teardrop in your right eye at the feeling of him stretching you out, the crimson red in your cheeks from what happened just minutes ago.

When you feel Daniel pull out, as slow as possible, you feel some sort of relief. It’s only when he starts pushing back in, that you lock eyes with him and shake your head. “Wait.”

Daniel nods his head at you, his eyes half-lidded and looking deep into yours. “You can take it, c’mon.” His deep, australian accent stirs up some sort of feeling in your belly.

You feel his fingers brush hair away from your forehead, Daniel thrusting in as slowly as he can. The last thing he wants to do is hurt you and make this displeasurable for you. But he knows he’s big and he knows exactly how to use it.

He pulls out again, his lips trailing soft kisses down your neck. The way you moan his name hasn’t left his head since the first time, and hearing the absence of it makes him want to be aggressive, fuck you til you can barely think, use you like you’re his toy. But you’re not. He wouldn’t let himself treat you like that, no matter how much he’d want to.

You feel more comfortable now with the size of him, yet he’s still so careful with you. You feel his fingers softly caress your cheek as his hand comes down from pushing hair away from your face, and he keeps kissing you in a way that feels almost like he’s worshipping you.

“That okay?” You feel his voice vibrate against your neck when he speeds up his thrusts just a little. “Tell me what you need, love, I’ll take care of you.”

The way he’s so gentle paired with his accent makes you squirm underneath him. “Faster, ah shit—“ You can’t even finish your thought when you feel him pulling out and thrusting into you faster than before. “Harder, I need… Need to feel you.”

“Is that so?” You feel his lips pull into a smirk against your skin. He’s marking you up again. You’re not sure how you’ll hide all the hickeys, and, frankly, you don’t think you want to. It’s hot how possessive he is of you, despite you not being his.

The amount of marks he’s left on your body is only half as much as he’s been dreaming of.

Daniel knew this moment would come sooner or later. So many sleepless nights, jerking off to the thought of your pretty little self wrapped around him, moaning his name. It almost feels like a dream, now that it’s become reality.

“Daniel,” you moan his name, your hand reaching down to play with your clit as you feel another orgasm approaching. “I’m…”

Daniel understands you without words, keeping up the same pace, but rolling his hips against yours as you chase your high. He feels himself twitch inside you, his own orgasm soon to follow.

The Australian doesn’t answer you, instead moaning out your name, followed by a few curse words, as his thrusts become sloppy. Your walls pulse around him and that tips him over the edge as you both come undone. “Fuck,” he mumbles into your mouth, sloppily kissing you with the dizziness of his orgasm still lingering. “You did so good for me, baby.”

“Mhm,” all you can do is hum. Your eyes are closed and you’re so tired you could sleep, but Daniel’s not done with you. You feel him pulling out and discarding the condom, and you’re sure you’ll both go to sleep now. But you’re proven wrong when he flips you over and sits you down in his lap, him leaning back against the headboard.

“You think you can gimme another one?” He asks, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He smiles softly when you shake your head. “You can’t take it?”

You look at him and realise he’s referring to his cock. The angle at which you’ll be riding him will allow him to completely fill you up, and that thought turns you on. “I can.”

“Knew you could.” Daniel pulls you by the neck, so you lean down, and kisses you. Less hungry, less aggressive. You feel a soft touch on your hips, his hands gripping them ever so gently to guide you back onto his cock. You whimper into his mouth when he stretches you out again. “I know, baby.” Daniel mumbles against your lips.

You brace your hands where his shoulders join his neck, and you earn a low moan from Daniel’s lips. Daniel’s hands are still on your hips and you feel him slowly moving them, helping you adjust as his mouth catches all the quiet moans and whimpers.

He pulls your hips down as far as they go and it hurts you in the best way, your fingers curling around the base of his neck. The vibration of a moan travels underneath your fingers and escapes through his lips, and you feel the grip of his fingers tighten on your hips.

Both of you moan into each other’s mouths and your hips jolt forward at the feeling of Daniel biting your bottom lip. He grips your hips and keeps you still as he continues attacking you with his lips. “Don’t rush.”

You feel his grip lighten on your hips and he helps you slowly move them. So slowly there’s barely any movement, but you prefer it this way. Maybe next time, you’ll ask him to fuck your brains out.

Daniel groans again when your fingers grip his neck tighter. It’s only then you realise he likes to be choked and the smallest smirk grows on your lips. Daniel can’t help but subconsciously buck his hips, thrusting into you. “Fuck.”

He needs you as badly as you need him, and that alone could make you melt into a puddle.

You trail kisses down his stubble, feeling the outline of his jaw with your lips. On his neck, you reciprocate the same thing he’s done to you this whole night. You suck on his tan skin and bite down softly in his shoulder, the rumble of his deep growl turning you on.

“Eager, aren’t we?” He says between strained breaths, when your lips trace over the side of his neck. You place tiny kisses before softly sucking on it and hearing the exact noises you expected to hear. He groans, trying his best to hold it in, but he can’t resist.

The noises he makes, the rasp and the groans, all make you want him even more and your hips start moving subconsciously. You moan against his shoulder when he helps you grind your hips into his.

You keep up the same pace and continue marking his skin. Daniel’s melting under your lips, and you feel every little shiver of his body when your skin ghosts over the sensitive parts of his skin. Your hands have found their way to the back of his head, playing with the soft curls as your hips slowly speed up, granting you a smile from the Australian's lips and a shaky breath leaving his nose.

“This okay?” You ask, pulling back to look at the mess of a man under you. The curls at the front of his head are stuck to his forehead, his eyes half-lidded and lips parted in such an inviting way. This sight alone makes you wonder what took you so long to do this.

Daniel nods, his hands softly speeding your thrusts up. His breath hitches and he looks at you. “That’s perfect, baby.”

You smile softly, watching how Daniel’s lips part when your thumb softly caresses his bottom lip. You lean in and kiss him gently, feeling how the last bit of your night is slipping past your fingertips. But the way he’s reacting to you, and the way he so carefully fucked you, makes you think that this isn’t the last time you’ll be close like this.

The quickening pace causes you to whimper into his mouth, his hands grabbing your hips again when you don’t keep up the pace yourself. “C’mon, cowgirl. I know you can do it.”

Daniel watches as you bring your hand down to where you’re both joined, and it turns him on to see you pleasuring yourself while he’s inside you. You rub your clit, sloppily and tired, and the soft gasps and moans leaving your mouth cause Daniel to speed up the pace himself.

His hands are still guiding your hips, but now he’s fucking into you and both of you bask in the noises of skin-to-skin contact and your shaky moans. Your breath hitches when you try to speak through your high-pitched moans.

You feel the rush of your third orgasm flooding in, taking over any ability to communicate with the man underneath you. He can feel your walls closing on his cock, his own release coming sooner than he’d thought. You speed up your pace and arch your back when you ride him, feeling him hitting your cervix. It takes less than a few seconds before both of you reach your climax, Daniel’s fingers digging into your hips and your hands holding onto his neck, applying just enough pressure for him to enjoy it.

Daniel’s chest heaves when he pulls you down to lay on him. You’re inhaling his intoxicating scent as his fingers brush through your hair and he kisses your hairline. “We gotta clean you up, baby.”

“Mm, no.” You shake your head, wrapping an arm around his torso. “Tired.”

“You won’t need to do a thing.” Daniel kisses your forehead again and picks you up, carefully carrying you into the bathroom and sitting you down on the toilet as he starts up a bath for you. You watch the way his back stretches as he turns off the tap and the way he swirls his hand in the water to check the temperature. He turns back to you with the softest look in his eyes. He hooks his arms underneath your knees and arms, picking you back up and placing you in the tub.

“Fancy,” you say with a small smile, your fingers tapping the black marble on the wall. You feel the water quickly warming you up and relaxing you, and you lean back into the tub with a pleased sigh. Daniel starts helping you wash up and you look up at him, his eyes looking at you as softly as they did back at the club. “Why won’t you get in?”

“Do you want me to?” His smooth voice blooms butterflies in your belly. Daniel stands up and gets into the bath across from you when you softly nod. He pulls you to sit with your back leaning against his chest, and you sink into his embrace. He pulls your hair back from your face to get a clearer look at you. “Princess?”

You turn your head to look at him. “Hm?”

He softly cups your jaw and turns you to face him further, his lips softly brushing against yours. Daniel pulls away and looks at you, examining your face. “Let me wash your hair for you.”

The gentleness of the question made you think for a second that, maybe, you could do this more often. Maybe someday you could be more than this.

Daniel’s fingers softly worked the shampoo into your wet hair, his fingertips massaging your scalp in a way you’ve never felt. He smiles when you sigh in relief. “Feels good?”

“Very,” you mumble, completely unaware of how lovingly Daniel’s looking at you.

You feel him tracing a finger down your spine, softly caressing your back as he does so. He washes the soap away, careful not to get it in your eyes. The gentleness in his calloused hands was astonishing. You felt it back when he was gripping your hips, or when his hands just travelled your body. It amazed you how such rough hands could be so gentle.

Daniel helps you soap the rest of your body, his hands carefully travelling over your skin as if he’s afraid to hurt you. You help him do the same.

He’s the first to get out, his hair dripping onto the tile floors as he grabs a towel to put on the floor and another towel to dry you off. The Australian helps you dry your hair, careful as always. His arms hook around your legs and arms again, carrying you back to the bed.

You watch him as he bends down to his suitcase, grabbing two pairs of boxers and one shirt. He tugs the black boxers on and makes his way to you. Daniel helps you put the orange boxers on, smiling when you become shy the closer he gets.

“Sit up.” You do as told and Daniel puts the shirt on you. You look down to see that it’s a dark grey shirt with a faded rock band’s logo on it. Daniel meets your gaze and you both smile at each other, slightly awkward and maybe a little nervous.

Daniel lays down in his spot on the bed, leaving some space between you two. You turn to him and lay your head on his shoulder, his arm wrapping around you. The steady rise and fall of his chest makes for a perfect lullaby as your eyes begin to close.

His voice cuts you off from falling asleep. “Do you still hate me?”

“Definitely.”

“Just as much?” His puppy dog eyes look down at you, waiting to see if you’re serious or not.

“Hm… Maybe,” you pinch your fingers, bringing your hand up to show him the space between your pointer finger and thumb, “a little less.”

Daniel laughs at your answer, before kissing your lips and pulling you closer into him. “Good to know.”

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[https-yeonjun]

[8:50pm] (c.sn)

wc. 1174

genre. smut

tags. san x fem!reader, neighbors to lovers (kind of ?), one sided enemies to lovers, college au

a/n. repost; i don't really write for ateez and i don't write for san but i originally wrote this for @skyechild for @/cultofdionysusnet secret santa and i am no longer affiliated with that network so i wasn’t going to post it but i decided to anyways <3

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with his head nuzzled in between your thighs, your hands tightly gripped san’s hair as your eyes rolled back. “fuck, you’re so good at that.” you moaned out.

earlier that day, you sauntered into the student lounge of your dorm building. the anticipation of a quiet evening alone palpable, you cradled a bag of popcorn and your coziest blanket in your arms. you expected to be the only person in the building, everyone else going home for the holidays. however, as you turned the corner, your joy evaporated into surprise when you spotted someone already occupying the couch.

“seriously?” you muttered under your breath, your smile vanishing as you approached. “you’ve got to be kidding me.” the scowl on your face deepened as you recognized your less-than-friendly next-door neighbor, sprawled on the couch, legs spread wide, engrossed in his phone.

“are you going to be here long?” you asked, tone dripping with rudeness. “because if you’re not using the tv, i would really like to use it.”

his eyes met yours briefly before he rolled them dismissively. “why would i be sitting here if i wasn’t going to use the tv?”

ignoring him, you settled on the couch, snatching the tv remote from the coffee table in front of you. the air crackled with passive-aggressive remarks as you questioned his purpose in lingering in the deserted building during the holiday. “are you going to leave?” you asked him.

“i didn’t know you owned the lounge.”

“ugh,” you groaned in frustration. “i mean don’t you have literally anything else to do?”

his response was delivered with a casual shrug. “there’s no one else in the school, so, not really, no.”

rolling your eyes in a mixture of annoyance and disbelief, you diverted your attention back to the screen. with a swift maneuver, you turned on the tv, the soft glow illuminating the room as your scrolled through the catalog. your fingers danced over the remote, selecting a movie randomly, one you hadn’t seen yet but hoped would serve as a brief escape from the strained atmosphere.

“are you really watching this?” he scoffed.

“is there a problem?” you fired back, your defensiveness betraying your irritation.

“these hallmark movies are so corny,”

“who cares? they’re classics.” you argued back

“corny,” he teased in a singsong voice.

determined to enjoy your morning, you dismissed his commentary with a pointed, “are you going to talk for the entire movie?” the question hung in the air, effectively shutting him up, at least for the moment.

as the rightfully corny yet endearing plotlines unfolded on the screen, you found yourself succumbing to the comfort of the couch, the flicker of the tv lulling you into a state of drowsiness. the feisty banter between the two of you had transitioned into an unexpected truce, and you drifted into a slumber with your head resting against san’s shoulder.

hours later, you stirred from your nap. blinking away the remnants of sleep, you were met with the sight of san under you, now engrossed in texting on his phone. the tv was off now, but he didn’t move you from where you laid, until he realized you were awake.

“hello sleeping beauty.” he greeted you with a lighthearted smile as you woke up.

“sorry about that,” you mumbled, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. 

“it’s all good. do you want to get food?” he suggested, breaking the post-nap silence.

the two of you walked to one of the only open dining halls on campus. the warmth and aroma of food greeted you, contrasting the silent lounge you had just left behind. the clatter of dishes and chatter from the food workers enveloped you as you settled into a booth.

you found yourselves engrossed in conversation, the hours slipping away until the workers kindly ushered you out as they prepared to close.

walking side by side, the chilly air of the winter night seemed to thaw the lingering awkwardness between the two of you.

“you know, i thought you hated me.” you confessed to him amidst the laughter as you two walked back to the dorm.

“what?” san’s eyebrows furrowed in surprise, his strides slowing as he processed your admission.

“when i moved in, i bumped into you in the hallway with my cart.”

“i don’t remember that.”

“yeah, but since then, you would always blast music at night.”

“so, you thought i was getting revenge on you?”

“yeah, it sounds stupid now.”

outside the dorm building now, the night wrapped around you like a comforting shroud. “do you want to hang out in my room?” his invitation broke the silence.

you nodded and followed behind him. as the door creaked open, the room revealed its poster adorned walls and the soft glow of the string lights around his bed. “you can sit wherever,” san offered, gesturing to his neatly made bed. 

he settled on the bed beside you.

you’re not sure what shifted, or when it shifted, but the next thing you knew was the feeling of san’s hands cupping your face. “i’ve wanted to do this since you fell asleep on me earlier.” he said before pulling you into a kiss. your hands found the nape of his neck, pulling him closer to your body.

as the kiss deepened, the two of you rushed to undress each other.

“can i eat you out please?” he asked you, placing delicate kisses along your jawline. “please, i just want to make you feel good.”

you nodded eagerly and he took it as a sign to kiss down your neck to your stomach. you gripped onto his hair as he pulled your panties down to your ankles, the light touch of his fingers on you legs sending chills down your spine.

“tell me if you want me to stop.” he looked up at you with his pretty cat eyes.

“san, please,” you breathed out, “just go please,”

he lowered his face and you felt everything as his mouth latched onto your cunt with his tongue flicking over your clit repeatedly. you jerked your hips forward trying to feel every part of him. you wanted him so bad and he was just reveling in how desperate you were for him.

“you taste so good,” his voice was muffled, vibrating against you. you felt the warmth of his breath radiating on your cunt as he re-attached his lips around your engorged bud, sucking onto it and sending shockwaves through your body.

you felt yourself come undone against his wet muscle, your hips twitching with loud moans and whines. in that moment, you thank the universe that you’re probably the only two people in the building.

your chest heaved and you tried to collect yourself. but you didn’t have enough time because before you knew it, you felt his strong hands grip tightly on your thighs, pulling you down and into a kiss.

you pull away from the kiss, cupping his face that is covered in your slick. “are you going to fuck me now?” you ask him.

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[ghouljams]

Gah I go feral for medieval!141 x princess reader… knight soap or knight ghost! idk why but knight x princess reader is one of my favorite tropes. Especially with the forbidden love trope!!! And knight and reader run away together before princess!reader is to be wed, it’s like a nice mix of angst and fluff. And are you currently writing a medieval 141 AU or have you already posted something?

Like I said in my other post I turned my original medieval au into an original story because I loved it so much, but I haven't posted it anywhere! It's just me and my best friend that know about it. Knight x Princess is absolutely one of my favorite tropes, I love the acts of service angle. Here's more Knight!Ghost and Princess!Reader

Ghost hovers at your side as you bend down to take the simple white flower offered to you. The little girl's gap toothed smile is as bright as the sun, and you tuck the daisy behind your ear with a gracious thank you. You don't get to walk around town much, but when you do you make a point to be kind. You wouldn't be a very good ruler if you looked down your nose at the people who would one day be in your care.

"You don't happen to have another of those, do you?" You whisper conspiratorially to the little girl, "I think my knight might like one as well."

The girl peaks around you at Ghost, the man stares down at her with all the warmth of an icicle. She looks back at you with a shy smile. You do your best to make sure you look reassuring, and she plucks another little flower from her pocket. The petals are a little smushed, but you like it all the better for it. You give her a parting pat on the head and straighten up to turn towards Ghost.

His shoulders pull a little straighter when you look at him, eyes a little softer as you reach to tuck the flower into his armor. "Hopefully this helps you look a little friendlier," you tease him, your fingers lingering at the edge of his breastplate.

"My lady," he nods, you pull your hands away, you know better than to touch too much, "I'm not supposed to look friendly." Ghost doesn't make a move to relieve himself of the flower, only reminds you of his station as knight. You know all too well how he's supposed to look, how he's supposed to carry himself.

"At least we can match," you tell him, taking his hand to climb back in your carriage.

"Small miracles," he murmurs as you pass him. His fingers grip yours a moment too long, but it may as well have been nothing at all the way you miss their warmth when he releases you.

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[shu-porang-porang]

Home at last

Pure fluff, coz my boy's so fluffy! (plus, I needed to wash away my previous fic!! 🥵)

Pairs: Lee Minho (Lee Know) / reader (gender not specified)

Theme: fluff, a little angst if you squint

Warnings: not proofread

Word count: 0.8 k

It’s just another one of those days, when the world seems to crumble down around you and your tongue feels too heavy you don’t wanna speak a word. As much as you need to hear his voice, you don’t wanna trouble him with your blues, he’s busy enough as is, why bother him with your mood swings? You’re watching a random episode of your comfort sitcom to try and distract yourself when his name appears on your phone screen, as if he sensed you need him.

“Hey gorgeous! How are you?” his sweet voice brings a smile to your lips.

“Hi, I’m good, thanks.”

“..hmm… are you sure? That’s not how your voice sounds like.”

“Yea… I’m fine.”

“I’m coming over.”

“No, you don’t need to, I know you had a busy day.”

“Nonsense. I’ll be there soon.”

He hangs up so you don’t get a chance to argue. Despite having been dating for only a few months, he knows you like the back of his hand. He knows you tend to keep everything to yourself, so if he doesn’t try to help, you’d never reach out.

Finally, he’s here, with bags of takeouts in his hands. As soon as you see his warm smile and glittering eyes, your heart skips a beat. He puts the bags down and opens his arms to you. You hug him impossibly tight, pressing your cheek to his chest.

“Thanks for coming.” You mumble to his chest.

“Anything for you, babe.”

He breaks the hug and cups your cheeks in his hands.

“I really missed you.” he says while leaning in to capture your lips. A few gentle kisses later and you already feel much better.

He points to the bags “shall we eat?”.

“I’m not really hungry…”

“Were you gonna skip dinner again?”

You don’t answer, just stare at the floor.

“Come on, let’s eat together.”

You follow him like a puppy. He sets the table and feeds you. No one ever treated you like this before, no one ever cared if you ate well or got enough rest. No one ever asked if you needed to talk. No one was ever there for you. Sure, you had friends and a seemingly loving family, but whenever you weren’t feeling well, they just kept away and let you be until you came around again on your own.

After dinner, you cuddle up in front of the TV, your back resting on his chest, his arms around your waist, a fluffy blanket covering you both.

“Are you comfortable jagya?”

You nod, looking up at him, he kisses your forehead. You turn your head back towards the TV and he rests his cheek on top of your head.

“You know you can talk to me, right?”

“There’s really nothing to say… you’re here and I feel much better.” you bring his hand up to your lips and kiss along a vein. He tightens his grip around you. The warmth radiating from his body melts your heart. You sink deeper in his embrace.

He kisses your temple. “Whenever you need me, I’ll be here, all you gotta do is say the word.” He whispers in your ear. You smile and nod at him. Oh you got words you wanna tell him so bad, but you’re afraid it’s too soon and would scare him off. You rest your head back on the juncture of his shoulder and neck. His cologne on his pulse point mixed with his scent engulf your senses. You can’t help but give a lingering peck to his neck. He nuzzles his cheek against your hair in response.  

You feel like your heart is so full it could burst. How he turned your whole mood around. Right here, in his arms, it’s where you belong. You think no matter how shitty life gets, if you have him by your side, nothing can bother you or make you wanna give up. With him in your life, you could live forever or die happily any moment. You hate to admit a boy has such an impact on you, but he’s no ordinary boy, you’ve never come across someone like him, or maybe you think this way because… you’re in love.

You make up your mind, if it’s gonna scare him off, it better happen sooner than later, before the possible damage gets irreparable.

“Min?” you call out.

“Yes babe?”

“I think… I think I’m in love with you…”

“Well, that works out perfectly! Coz I’m in love with you too.” He says with a big bright smile on his face. Then he leans in to seal his words. He removes an arm from around your waist to cup your cheek. His lips move gently on yours, each kiss drenched in love, telling you things words never could. He feels like home, like the soothing breeze of a spring night, carrying the scent of cherry blossoms. A single tear rolls down your cheek and he catches it with his thumb.

He breaks the kiss: “Are you alright love?”

“I am, I really am, haven’t been this well for a long time.”

He keeps caressing your cheek as he adoringly gazes into your eyes, melting you into a puddle.

“My sweet sweet baby.” he says as he takes you back into his arms.

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[madschiavelique]

⟢﹒𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐡

⟢﹒ summary : your boyfriend’s too pretty for you to sit correctly at your friends’ party, thankfully his fingers are here to help you

⟢﹒ contents warnings : SMUT, afab reader, fingering, overstimulation, semi-public, praise, no use of y/n

⟢﹒ word count : 1,2k

⟢﹒ note : hehe this thought has been lingering in my silly brain for a bit, had exposed it to besties @sunflowersandsapphires and @gracethyomen and chose to write a lil something sooo here we are

"Frank...," a sigh laced with a moan left your lips, "please-"

Your sentence was interrupted as his fingers worked themselves into you to perfection, arching your back as your head rolled back on his shoulder.

Two - that's how many orgasms he'd managed to give you in record time with just the help of his fingers. While one hand was busy satisfying the warmth of your needy cunt, the other grasping the full flesh of your breast freed from your tank top pulled up over your chest, his lips were whispering the sweetest torments.

"I thought that's what you were craving," his lips stretched as his warm breath spread over the skin of your shoulder. "Ain't that what ya wanted sweetheart?" he questioned as he came to place a kiss behind your ear.

The overstimulation was beginning to permeate your whole body, everything tingled you, nearing the painful point. Your hips moved to lift you up so your body didn't feel like it was about to explode, but his hand let go of your nipple to hold you firmly in place by the hip.

Another complaint escaped your lips as your eyebrows tilted back begging for mercy. His nose pressed against your jaw, his low, warm sneer landing on the inflamed skin of your cheek.

"Couldn't even wait for us to be out of here, huh?" his hand moved your hips closer to his lap as a curve of his fingers inside you made you jolt.

Your thighs pressed together as if this gesture would stop Frank from continuing. Your teeth sank into the tender skin of your lip, trying in vain to hold back the sounds Frank was creating from your body.

You were at a party with friends, with enough guests that if you both slipped away no one would be looking for you. Good laughs, chatting about everything and nothing, and just what was shaping up to be an excellent evening.

But it was hard to stay put when your boyfriend was like this: his shirt sleeves rolled up, listening to other people's discussions with his arms folded, a grin on his face as he laughed at a friend's joke.

Every time he turned his back in your direction, you couldn't help watching him, noticing how the fabric of his shirt seemed to clench against his muscles. And the way his broad shoulders shrugged slightly as he answered questions from the guests.

And his fingers, curling around his beer, his digits brushing the mouth of the bottle as his lips placed a thirsty kiss on it.

No, you couldn't have waited, you couldn't have lasted for very long.

"Want me to stop?" he asked as his hand gripped your hip and slid down to your navel, pressing into the hollow.

Lightning flashed through your thighs, making them tremble as your whining became less muffled. He pressed against the spongy spot, making you see stars in a way that was as cruel as it was life-saving.

Your lower belly felt like a hot summer's day, and you struggled to hold on as one of your hands clutched the sheets of the bed you were sitting on and the other gripped Frank's thigh.

Your mind was all fuzzy, and yet wide awake: enough to tell you that you didn't want him to stop.

He was kissing the corner of your jaw, "My baby couldn't wait for me," he whispered, "M'gonna give her what she wants."

His hand moved up your belly, taking hold of one of your tits again and resuming the movements of his fingers within you in a slow, delicious rhythm.

But he stopped for a moment, tilting his head to one side and staring at the door facing you. Lost in the euphoria of your body's sensations and the sudden halt to his movements, you let out a moan, your lips forming in a small pout as you managed to breathe and realign your senses for that brief moment.

Gently, his lips brushed your lobe as he whispered "Gotta be real quiet for me little one, hm?"

It was when the shadow of your thought rose above the bright light of your pleasure for a moment that you realised: someone was close. The panic didn't even have time to grip your guts before Frank's fingers resumed their torment.

You leaned forward as you tried with all the composure you had left to be silent. But his hand on your breast climbed to your shoulder to pull you back against him until your back was against his chest.

"Seen Frank anywhere?"

Your eyes rested on the slit of light just below the door that contrasted with the half-light of the room, fearful of shadows on the other side.

But Frank's lips pulled you back to him as he kissed your neck, exhaling against your skin and letting the wetness of his kisses turn icy hot under his breath.

"Don't know," a second voice replied, "him and his girl haven't been down in a while."

His palm pressed against your clit and you took a jerky breath, Frank's hand immediately coming to rest over your mouth without ever stopping.

You felt yourself getting closer, felt the knot in your stomach tighten as the seconds ticked by, as Frank's fingers continued to build the ecstasy, as you felt yourself losing all control.

"Maybe they went to sleep, both seemed a bit tired."

Your heart pounded in your ears as the voices got closer. Tired wasn't really the term you would've used, pretending was more of the sort. It was important that it didn't look too obvious, that the way you were pulling Frank's hand towards the upstairs rooms didn't give the impression that you were in high school and taking your boyfriend back to your room away from the eyes of your parents.

You bit your cheek, trying to restrict the moans rising from your throat by any means possible, letting your body gently vibrate to his every move like a guitar string vibrating every time it was plucked and its music had to sound at all costs.

And you felt it rising to complete intensity, your back arching wildly but Frank's grip holding you in place as everything shattered. Waves of electricity were crashing in your body like the angriest waves an enraged sea could ever send. Your thighs were shaking so hard you thought that at any moment your body would burst into a thousand pieces of embers.

Your body jolted violently in silence as Frank continued his movements, slowing them down little by little as you were coming down from your high.

"Let them sleep, we'll see them in the morning."

When they were far away enough, Frank removed his hand from your mouth and simply let it slide until it gripped your jaw and turned you towards him softly.

You felt yourself floating, your eyes half-closed as your body slowly came down from its emotions. You still twitched a little as Frank smiled, clearly proud of the state he'd put you in. All dumb-fucked, just from his fingers : he could get drunk on that sight of you.

Then he came and kissed your temple gently, a low chuckle vibrating in his throat, "That's my girl."

#madschiavelique ⟢ ݁ ˖‧˚₊ ☁︎ #frank castle x reader #frank castle x you #frank castle x y/n #frank castle x f!reader #frank castle x fem!reader #frank castle x female reader #frank castle oneshot #frank castle imagine #frank castle fanfiction #frank castle fanfic #frank castle fic #frank castle #the punisher #the punisher x reader #the punisher x you #the punisher x y/n #the punisher imagine #frank castle smut #the punisher smut #the punisher fanfic #the punisher fanfiction #my writing

[inkbybambi]

pornstar!ghost being so soft with you —

(inspired by @ghosts-cyphera's pornstar!ghost! thank you again for letting me chew him like a squeaky toy ♡)

ghost knows something’s wrong the moment you arrive home.

your bag slumps to the ground instead of being carefully put on the hook; your shoes are left beside the shoe rack and not on it; your normal bright and excited greeting at seeing him is far more subdued.

you look… you look exhausted. you give him a tight, tired smile. it doesn’t reach your eyes.

he frowns, dog-earring the page of the script he’s been given — a scene he’s set to shoot with you in a few days — and sets it to the side.

he waits for you to come to him. doesn’t speak, doesn’t ask any questions. he knows you well enough by now to let you break the silence first.

and if all you want to do is sit in the silence with him? he’s more than okay with that. as long as he’s with you. as long as he can be there for you.

you crawl onto the couch, arms lacing tight around his waist, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. he laces one arm around your shoulders to keep you secure, his free hand grazing his fingers back and forth soothingly along the line of your arm.

you inhale deeply and burrow yourself impossibly closer to him. you could never be close enough.

“sometimes i wonder,” you start, voice small and muffled against his skin, “what the point is.”

he waits, taking a few deep, steadying breaths. he feels you follow in tandem.

“i worry that people don’t actually know me. or even care, really.”

you don’t mean him. you never mean him.

ghost is so precious to you.

“i think,” he says, after you don’t continue, keeping his voice low and soft. “you’ve worked yourself too hard lately.”

you make a small noise against his throat so he knows you’re listening. you close your eyes, feeling the vibrations of his voice. it’s soothing. you could listen to him forever.

“there are some days where it’s all to much. it’s so easy to forget yourself. and how absolutely nothing would be the same without you.”

you swallow thickly, throat clogging. ghost is gracious enough to not acknowledge the way you sniffle. he’s so, so courteous and gentle.

“there are people who can’t see you how your friends see you. how i see you. and it breaks my heart when people don’t return your kindness. how you care so much for everyone, and you try so hard not to need to be cared for in return.”

there’s lips against your hair, his grip tightening.

“you don’t need to be so strong all the time. you’re never going to be alone.”

thick, hot tears blur your vision and your throat is tight. you don’t trust yourself enough to speak.

you don’t need to say anything. he knows. he feels the way you sink into him, hold him tighter, breathe in his scent deeply.

“would you like some wine?” he asks after the silence lingers.

“no, thank you.” your voice is small.

“would you like to take a bath?”

“no… but thank you.”

“what would you like, darling?” he asks, comfort and warmth and safety surrounding you, filling all your senses.

“you. i just want you.”

he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, fingers carding through your hair gently, cradling you as close as he possibly can get you. you slip your hand under his shirt, resting over his heart. “‘m here, darling. ’m yours.”

#ink by bambi #ghost call of duty #ghost imagine #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #ghost fluff #ghost hurt/comfort #modern warfare imagine #drabbles

[sorryseraphim]

SMUT IN COMING.

Nothing can calm his mind from the thoughts of her, not even as he scribbled plans, a goblet in one hand, half full of wine, scribbling away figures and narratives. Suddenly, the door opened loudly, the familiar sound of Helene’s footsteps filling the room as Enver looked up, watching her walk towards him. After a few long strides, she was in front of him, standing tall and proud.

“I just came to drop some letters down. I have received word from our people who closely monitor the activity in Moonrise.”

His eyes scanned the letters, but they shifted back to her once again. They remained there for a few moments longer than they should have. It was hard to resist the urge to run over to her and sweep her up in passionate engagement just as they did many weeks ago, but instead, he chose to speak plainly.

“Is that all?”

“Should there be something more?” Helene asked, her lips pursed as she met his gaze.

It felt like an insult. His body ached to have her close, to feel her skin under his touch once again. And yet, he once again chose to be rational, sighing as he spoke. “No, I suppose not.”

At that remark, Helene smiled. Turning her heel as she spoke once again. “The clerics did a wonderful job in your arm, by the way.”

The remainder of their last encounter made his heart pound, the burning desire in his gut only growing stronger, prompting him to get up from his chair and move quickly, wrapping a hand on her wrist, turning her around towards him, their faces only inches apart.

“Let go of me!”

“Not until you admit that you like the way I touch you.”

Helene hissed, baring her teeth at him as she felt him push her toward a nearby wall, locking her between his arms, his hands tightly wrapped against her wrists. Her eyes lingered on his lips, for she, too, was reminded of the night she let all of her walls down, allowing him to take her. “Why would I do that? Do you need me to drive my dagger again to your arms?” 

His grip did not falter, wanting to be in control. To make her tremble at his words, but it proved futile with how she resisted. “I wouldn’t recommend trying to stab me again. I might have to retaliate this time.”

“Do it.”

Helene could feel his breath, hot against her cheek, as Enver leaned forward, not taking his eyes off her. She tried kicking his knee, but he was anticipating it already, dodging it easily, titling his head at her attempt.

“If you really don’t want me, your body would not be trembling like this. Your breath would not be caught in your throat. Your head would not be inclined as if inviting me to kiss you.”

“I don’t want you...” she replied breathlessly, tempted to break and let the overwhelming feeling of desire succumb to her entirety.

“Stop lying about how you're feeling. You want me as much as I want you.”

As this remark, he let his lips sink onto her neck, his chin resting on her shoulder as he felt the warmth of her skin against his tongue. Helene closed her eyes, trembling as she fought the urge to respond, her heart pounding in her throat as his mouth began moving, slowly kissing along her jawline. She felt his fingers tangle her hair, pulling her closer.

“Let go of me… Enver, I swear to the Gods…”

“Swear to whatever you want to swear to. Just let me do this without killing me too quickly.” 

He looked up at her, breathing heavily. His eyes looked for any signs of affection, even an answer to his desires from Helene. For a moment, they stared at each other eagerly, her eyes wide at what he did. She tried to speak; her mouth partly opened as word failed her. When she can’t find the right phrases, she pushes him away, angry at herself and her weakness.

Once again, her steps echo the room, leaving Enver sighing, defeated once again.

He spent the entire day thinking of their conversation. The thoughts of her silence, weeks after they had engaged in a passionate night for the first time, ruined his thoughts of planning. Today, her cold demeanor infuriated him to the point that as he wrote aggressively, ink sipped deeper on parchment, almost tearing the paper with his quill. 

Now back in his chambers, he started to ease himself, leaning back on his chair as he put down his pen, rubbing his temples as the thoughts inside his head fought one another, making his head spin. Suddenly, he heard a loud thud from his balcony. Quickly turning around, he found Helene standing by the door. Even in the dimness of the room, he could still see the dagger on her side, clearly dripping with liquid he knew well as blood. 

“Why? Why must you send your people after me?” Helene roared, moving a step closer to him, the bloodied blade on her hand shaking as her hand fidgeted. 

“Isn’t it evident? I enjoy our little contests. I find fighting for my life to be a thrilling venture, especially when it’s you who is trying to kill me.”

Helene watched as he stepped closer to her, mirroring his actions as she took another for herself. Breathing heavily, she tilted her head and started to raise her dagger up, spitting her next words. “Do you wish to spend another night bleeding out? Is that what you want?” 

“If this is what it takes to be near you, then yes.” He replied in a heartbeat, his gaze not leaving her as he took another step forward. “A hundred times over.” 

His chest tightened a little when she started approaching him. Her steps were deliberate and purposeful that his breath caught in his throat as he watched her move closer and closer to him until, eventually, they were almost standing face to face. Just as he anticipated the blade, once again sinking in his arms, she did the unexpected.

Throwing her dagger to the side, she pulled his face towards her, crashing her lips aggressively at his. She could feel his body limp as the warmth of her body pressed against him. He was surely caught off guard, but the softness of her lips, her eagerness, set him on fire, returning the same force of passion as his hands grasped tightly around her neck, the other one trailing from the small of her back, sliding down her rear.

Using his strong arms, his hands travel under her thighs, lifting her gently. He could feel her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her to bed, their lips not leaving one another, drowning in each other’s heat. She herself fell onto the mattress as soon as he let go of her, staring at him with desire as he took off his shirt, revealing his torso. 

Helene kicked her boots off and discarded her gloves, matching his impatience to free themselves from the confines of their clothing. Seeing as he was now free of his trousers, his cock erect and throbbing, she held her breath for a moment as he moved towards her, tugging her pants, baring her body in front of him. She watched as he gaped at her, mouth partly opened, licking his lips afterward.

Slowly dipping his mouth towards her, their lips met once again, and it felt like both of them would explode. Her passion met with his own, their breaths mingling with one another. Small gasps escaped her lips as his hands roamed around her body, palming her breasts, squeezing them to make her moan. Breaking from their kiss, Enver let his tongue travel down her neck, trailing lower to her bosom as one hand continued to cup one of her breasts in his hands.

When he bit her hardened nipple softly, Helene let out a loud moan, making Enver grin. Briefly lifting his head, he looked at Helene’s reaction as he continued to fondle her breast in one hand, taking in her groans and the way her voice hitched at the sensation he was giving her.

Trailing down further her breasts, he planted kisses down her abdomen until he reached where her womb was, dangerously close to her cunt. 

In a daze, she looked down at him, confused as to where his head rested. Helene lifted her body a little as she asked him. “What… what are you doing?” 

“What you must have been letting me do all this time, worshipping you.”

She gasped loudly as she felt his mouth go down her tenderness, her hands immediately finding his hair as she clutched it hard. She could feel his tongue traveling up and down the length of her cunt, ultimately finding her clit and sucking it. Her chest started to heave as she tried to catch her breath. The pleasure that his mouth was giving her drove her to heights unknown, moaning loudly as the sensation drowned her.

When he lifted his head between her legs, a grin spread wide across his face. The thought of having her in his bed again made him tremble. Spreading her legs wide, he lined his cock between her folds, groaning at the sensation of her wetness against the tip of his length. Slowly, he sank himself inside her, both of them moaning as their bodies became one, Enver propping an arm beside her as his hips moved, digging inside her cunt. 

Helene let out a soft groan, mouth partly open as she felt him drive his manhood deeper after each thrust. She was far gone, her body responding perfectly as his pace increased. She held tight onto his arms, her legs intertwined with his as she chased the feeling of his cock hitting her in a particular spot that made her dizzy and wanting for more.

He felt the shiver that ran through her body as she moaned again, smiling triumphantly. His mouth found her lips once again and pushed his tongue in. Her breath was coming in short, quick pants and made his body shiver with anticipation.

“You don’t know how much you occupy my mind,” Enver said as he lifted her leg, his grip tightening around her thighs as he chased the feeling of her walls around his cock. He relished the pleasure her body was giving him; the thought of her giving in for tonight filled his head until he could not think of anything else but her anymore. 

“Enver…” She called out softly, her head lulling to the side, quickly caught by him in one hand, holding her by the jaw as he steadied her head to look at him. Helene was long gone, lust and desire taking over her entire body as he continued to fuck her with rigor. Her body shook at the intensity of his thrust, her climax building up as he moaned her name in return.

“I want more of you. More of this. Gods, Helene, I can’t get enough of you."

“Then take more of me,” Helene replied in a whisper as she sat up, pushing Enver down to the bed and positioning herself on top of his cock. He was taken by surprise, but as soon as he felt her cunt wrapped around his cock again, straddling him as she propped her arms onto his chest, he couldn’t help but sigh in satisfaction.

She was perfection in the flesh. Her body glistening with sweat is a vision he would want to embed inside his head for a long time, in case this night won’t happen again. The way she threw her head back as Helene rode him, her body bouncing up and down his length, made his heart pound. Shifting a little from where he lay, he planted his feet and met her hips with his thrust, making Helene moan loudly at the sensation.

“Fuck, I’m close. Enver, I’m close…” 

“Be a mess for me, Helene. Let go.” He growled at her, feeling his own release nearing. He sat up to meet her lips, devouring them as his hand grabbed her ass, the other guiding her body up and down his cock viciously, both of them panting hard, desperate for their release. Helene leaned her head forward to his, their foreheads touching, sweat drenching their entire body. He once again caught her mouth, tugging on her lips as he felt her walls clenched, about to release.

“Enver…I’m about to…”

“Let go, let me know how I fucked you so good.” 

She let out a short cry, gasping for air as she spilled around his cock, making Enver groan in delight. He buried his mouth down her neck as he felt his climax neared, still thrusting up her cunt, slippery from her cum. When he felt himself closing in, Enver lifted her body from him and laid her down, still panting and out of breath.

Jerking himself from the side, he let his seed spill over the sheets, grunting from the sensation of cum leaving his cock, pumping every bit of it out of his length. Once he was finished, he crawled back on top of her, kissing her flushed cheeks and caressing her side as she tried to recover from being out of breath. 

“You are divine, Helene. Perfect, perfect girl.” He murmured between the kisses, basking from her afterglow as he felt his breath return to normal. He rolled next to her in bed, pulling her hand towards his chest, letting it rest there. He was more than satisfied, a smile creeping up as he felt her body lay next to him, but it was immediately taken when she finally spoke.

“I need to leave.”

“Why? Why not stay the night with me?” He asked her, his voice with a hint of pleading. He didn’t know why he was desperate, but the thought of her leaving so soon stung deep in his chest.

“Because we simply can’t. I can’t stay here.” Helene replied with genuine sincerity. She was weirded out by the lingering feeling inside her chest; the way she succumbs and let herself feel the passion of the moment felt freeing. It was as if all her life and being deprived of the pleasures of the flesh caught up with her and finally be consumed by desire and lust for the first time. 

She sat up from the bed, her hand still clutched by him above his chest. She looked at him for a while, admiring his body, the contours of his chest, the rugged features that somehow made her gut stirred. 

“Tell me. Would you like to see me more often?” Enver asked her, sitting beside her as he brushed her hair away from her face, breathing her in as he waited for her reply.

“You always see me in the council meetings.”

He gave her a knowing smirk, resting his chin above her shoulder. He didn’t want to only see her during duties; he wanted to see her when he had her alone in his chambers, with no one to interrupt or interfere. 

Helene raised an eyebrow and sighed. This is the price of letting him inside her life, baring herself to him. Somehow, it doesn’t feel entirely wrong, and yet she knows these types of distractions would hinder her plans. 

Enver noticed how she fell deep in thought. Leaning his face towards her further, he asked her softly as his hand dipped down her abdomen, fondling her skin, teasing with his fingers. “Do you want this to be a one-time thing?”

She made a sharp inhale as she felt his fingers dug between her folds, his breath hot on her neck as he waited for her reply. 

Enver smirked as he watched her reaction, his fingers working effortlessly against her cunt. “I take that as a no. The way you sighed, you’re enjoying this as much as I do.”

She felt his fingers move away from his folds, a tugging sensation of disappointment weirdly sipping in. She sighed and looked at him. “I will see you when I want to see you,” Helene emphasized. 

Enver titled his head, puzzled at her declaration. He let out a hum before asking again. “How long do you think you’ll decide then?”

“You’ll just see me here again when I want to.”

“You’re terrible.” He said, clearly enjoying this little game they have now initiated. She was a tease, so stubborn but at the same time irresistible and seductive. 

“I’ll see you again when I want to see you again.” She said as she stood up, stretching. One by one, she picked up her clothes and started dressing herself. 

“I’ll hold you to that.” He sighed at first, disappointed that she wouldn’t give him a more concrete answer. But then he smiled widely as she gave her final words; she was a challenge, no doubt.

“Don’t send anyone to find me or my temple again. Or I’ll send their head along next time.”

No blood was spilled that night. Only passion and desire flooded both of them as Helene gave in and let him take her body, her carnal needs met by someone she considered her sworn enemy. Although she knows it is wrong, but she has never felt so alive and pleasured.

She would come back. If not to kill him, to meet him in his chamber and engage once again in a night of passion.

#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 oc #enver gortash #baldurs gate tav #gortash x durge #lord enver gortash #durgetash #bg3 tav #gortash #bg3 gortash #lord gortash #dark urge x gortash #dark urge #bg3 durge #the dark urge #durge #durge bg3 #bg3 dark urge #gortash smut #smut

[heyitsspiders]

Lucifer x FTM reader (request)

yippee i finally did it

content warnings: ftm reader (no pronouns used but the reader is still afab), smut, eating out, sub lucifer, dom reader

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Lucifer was contently humming some tune to himself as you entered the room. He was simply reading a book, his fingers splayed to grasp the book as he was leaning against the counter. When he heard your footsteps he perked up, marked his page, and set the book beside him. He smiled at you.

“Hello, my love!” Lucifer greeted you happily, the warmth from his words already spreading through your body. 

“Hello, darling,” you responded with a smile mirroring his. You walked over to him and stood beside him. He leaned over to give you a quick kiss.

You had other plans.

You smirked at Lucifer before your hand wrapped around Lucifer’s slim waist and you brought your lips to his for a much deeper kiss. He moaned into your mouth as you moved your other hand to the back of his head, grasping his hair. You took that as an opportunity to shove your tongue into his mouth, which he happily accepted. His restless hands began to paw at your back as you moved closer to him, your hips touching his. 

You yanked his hair, which caused the kiss to end as his head was jerked back, a thin line of saliva connecting the two of you before it snapped onto Lucifer’s chin. His yellow eyes were bleary and much more desperate than when you first walked in as already as he looked at you.

You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face as you buried your face in his neck, your teeth grazing his skin which earned a sharp inhale from Lucifer. Your hand still gripping his hair, you bit down on his shoulder. Lucifer moaned as you sucked on the flesh. But one pretty mark wasn’t enough, no, you wanted him covered. 

Once you were sure the mark would last, you lifted your head enough to move to a different spot. As you started your second mark, your hands moved to unbutton Lucifer’s shirt. Lucifer was practically mush in your hands as you continued to bite and suck on his skin, littering love marks all over his chest as his shirt was now abandoned on the floor next to his feet. 

You pulled away and admired your work. The usual pale skin that covered Lucifer was now covered in pink and red spots where your teeth had sunk in. Lucifer was shaking, tears pricking his eyes as he whimpered. 

“You’re so pretty~” You smile. Lucifer’s body shutters in response, a whine escaping him. 

You chuckled, “Who knew the King of Hell was so pathetic?” Lucifer grabbed your arms for balance, his body shaking.

“Do you want to be a good boy for me?” You whisper in his ear and he quickly nods, his face turning a shade of red.

You softly laughed as you dragged him into the livingroom and to the plush, red couch. Except, you don’t get him to sit on it. No, you had a much better idea. Instead, you point towards the floor in front of the couch.

“On your knees,” You commanded. Lucifer takes less than a second to listen. “Good boy,” you purr as he whimpers. 

You quickly slip off your pants and underwear as Lucifer watches before you sit down on the couch in front of him and spread your legs. Lucifer looks up at you with pleading eyes, waiting for your next words.

“Go on, be a good boy and make me feel good~” The moment the words left your mouth Lucifer rushed forward, his dark hands grasping your thighs as he shoved his face in between your legs.

His forked tongue smoothly glidded over your clit, the sensation causing you to moan. 

“Mnh, so- good..” You praised, Lucifer's pace picking up as his tongue flicked addictingly over you.

You rested a hand on his golden hair as he continued. His movements were truly angelic as he tasted you, his tongue hitting every right spot on the sensitive nub. 

“Ah- Luci~” You moaned, the sound of his name leaving your mouth causing Lucifer to quicken once more. 

 Eventually his tongue slid down and lingered around your entrance, circling it before entering you. His tongue lengthened as it twisted inside you, the action sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. 

“You’re doing- mngh- so good-” You panted, your grip tightening on his hair. Lucifer moaned against you before continuing to work his magic. 

His tongue worked miracles as he lapped up your juices like a man who hadn’t eaten in years. Lucifer’s forked tongue graciously attacked your g-spot, your legs shaking. You could feel your climax nearing as he continued.

“‘M close..” You mumble. His grip tightened on your thighs as he pressed deeper into you. “Fuck- mng- you- you’re such a good boy..” 

You could feel as Lucifer’s body shook, you loved how much of an effect your words had on him. As you neared closer to finishing, you shoved his head further between your legs to get as much pressure as possible. Lucifer let out a small gasp from the sudden movement but quickly continued. He wanted to be good afterall.

“Holy sh- shit- fuuck-” You moan between frantic breaths. Your thighs squeeze against Lucifer’s head as the knot in your stomach threatens to untangle. 

Lucifer’s tongue continued its exploration, leaving no part untouched. Your back arched, your breath hitched, your legs tensed and your grip tightened as you came on his tongue.

“Gooood booy~” You sigh as you finish. Lucifer quivered before happily licking up your juices as you finished, your mind fuzzy as you rode your high. 

Your mind still dazed, Lucifer pulls away and licks up anything that dripped down, not daring to let a single drop go to waste. Your grip let up and your hands fell to your side as you rested against the couch. Once Lucifer is satisfied he pulls away, licking his lips of anything leftover before crawling on the couch beside you. He curled up next to you, his head laying on your chest. You laid a hand on his head, softly moving your fingers through his hair as you caught your breath.

“Did.. Did I do well?” Lucifer mumbled into your chest, his arms wrapping around you.

A tired smile spread across your face as you nodded, “Yes, my dear. You did so well.”

#lucifer morningstar #lucifer magne #lucifer magne x reader #lucifer x reader #smut #one shot #lucifer #ftm reader #sub lucifer #dom reader

[angelsinthejungle]

7 minutes in heaven with Iñaki

☁️ fluffy smutty ☁️

🤪 My wording can be garbage but the concept’s there I think. it’s just straight to the point. This the kinda stuff I tell only to my diary 😅 I can’t get over this boy ❤︎ ugh. Read more smut

Purple Italicized : readers inner thoughts

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It’s your second day on the job working for a partner company. You go to a big company event and then were invited to their after party. You arrive with your boss and walk up to a crowd. Iñaki is there. They are spinning bottles in groups of people. Your boss asks you to go grab her a drink and find her at a table.

You manage to grab her drink from the bar and see her done-up ponytail sitting not far. As you arrive back and scooch between your boss and the person sitting next to her a spinning bottle lands directly on you. 

You look to your boss. “Wha— are we playing?” “Go, go on,” your boss says as she snatches her drink and starts sucking it down. “Wha? Me? With who?” Iñaki stands up slowly and curiously. You turn red immediately and the whole room sees. “Aha, look at her!” Somebody points and taunts out. “Stop it.” Iñaki nudges them. 

He walks over to you, “C’mere” and grabs your hand introducing himself with his upbeat attitude. You know his name obviously, but go along and introduce yourself to him. He guides you to the coat closet. It’s a little walk away. You feel like you’re dissociating or imagining this. This seems so unreal. Thoughts race and doubts creep in. Surely he’ll just want to talk in there? He has no idea who I am. What if he doesn’t even find me attractive? 

The place is wooden and warm, the closet is small and crammed. You two stand in facing each other. Someone shuts the door. It’s dark in there except a few cracks under the door lighting enough to illuminate his dark eyes. They bang on the door, ☁️“7 minutes… starting…now!”☁️ Your pupils widen!

Goosebumps spread over your body. “Hey no pressure, let’s just see where things take us.” Iñaki says smoothly. You catch eye contact and both blush sharing an awkward moment. You’re hearing a few ambient noises from the tables of people outside. He lifts his arm and scratches his head, “Umm—” You both go to speak at the same time cutting each other’s words off. “No, no, you go!”

Come on Y/n, be bold! “Ca— can I kiss you?” Your eyes shimmer, full of anticipation and desire. “Yes,” he softly whispers; his eyes widen slightly in surprise as you immediately take the initiative, kissing his plushy lips in the darkness of the closet. 

Lightly, you trail up to his neck and grip squeezing the sides, making him light headed mixed with a rush of oxytocin. You grab his curly hair and pull. You’re full on making out. He tastes fruity, probably from some candy he ate earlier. Hands all over one another, you two are so close together the crammed closet suddenly feels spacious.

You pull away tugging his lip with your teeth. Your foreheads are touching. He can feel the lingering warmth of your breath against his lips still. He's panting like a puppy and you’re in heat, a delightful burning through your whole body. Fuck, ’m turned on. But you're chill, you play it cool.

You reach down his pants. He grabs your hand. “I— shouldn’t, uhh,” he whispers. His words are a plea, a desperate attempt to regain his composure but he didn’t tell you to stop. The conflict within him intensifies, torn between succumbing to the pleasure or maintaining control. So aroused and antsy, he caves.

Forgetting his worries he lets go of your hand. You kiss him passionately as you slide your hand down his sweatpants. ♥️ You feel him outside his boxers, rock hard, so thick and warm. God, he’s so turned on which makes your cunt drip. You grasp onto his dick making him huff out and lean into your shoulder for stability. His body tenses as you continue to push his blurry boundaries. 

"Y— you certainly know how... to test the limits…” he moans and blushes. The struggle is evident in his eyes. Your response is to continue kissing and nibbling his neck and cheeks feverishly.

His hands start to skim under your blouse. Searching and exploring your waist up to your tits. He grabs and starts squeezing— it makes him close his eyes and moan out. “Awwh,” Nuzzling into your neck shyly enjoying how your breasts feel in his scooped hands; how your nipples harden as he brushes over them. He’s fuming in pleasure! This closets’ on fucking fire. He’s so sexy giving himself to me like this.

He lets out an “Ooh!” as you shift to directly inside his underwear and grab his hard leaking cock. You pull down his pants just enough for it to spring out causing him to mewl vulnerably in your ear. The laughter and chatter of the people outside cover up his moans. You feel a hint of worry wondering how much time has passed?

Your hand is smothering and tugging his cock. Precum seeps out his swollen head, making it soooo slippery, it’s just as wet as between your tongues. You two are lip locked as you jerk him off. It feels sensational. Your edging sends waves of frustration and eagerness coursing through him making his eyes water. His pleasure reaching new heights. His grip on your shoulders tightening involuntarily.

He’s drooling and moaning into your mouth in the most intimate way. His breaths become quicker in between you kissing. He moans louder, desperately in enjoyment, “Aww Y/N awwh” Your other hand quickly grabbing the coat behind you to cover your shirt, “Yes baby, cum f’me Iñaki.”

When he cums he instinctually pushes his pelvis forward, you see his hot body squirm, releasing his orgasm. He cums and there’s a lot! It’s so creamy, warm and slippery. He then buries his curly haired head into your shoulder and starts groaning and kissing you needly. 

You keep tugging focusing on the tip, you’re high off his orgasm. His body shaking “whoa, awwh” and moaning in shock at how you’re making him feel. He looks up at you making eye contact completely bashful and vulnerable. He’s such a sweet baby boy, it’s so hott seeing him like this.

You feel kinda bad for using whomever’s jacket that was as a cum towel, sigh, woops. Your intimate moment is interrupted when you hear footsteps! Your hearts racing as you quickly get dressed and fix yourselves! Then someone swings the door open only to see you two posing nonchalant. But you’re still unable to cover that wide sly smile crossing your face in devious delight.

He pops out the closet and you follow. “I’ll see ya around.” He looks at you and blushes, then waves. The crowd of people giggling quietly while watching you two part, contemplating if you’d done anything in there. You cannot believe what just happened and you plan on telling not a soul. You walk over to your boss who’s already almost hammered and busy jabbering away at some people. She looks at you and laughs handing you her empty glass, “another please.” As you walk across to the bar you have flashbacks of Iñaki—  his body, dick, and lips, take over your minds eye keeping a ditsy smile on your face. Whoa, what a night.  

-angelsinthejungle 🫣💋 xnorwoodx

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[mirclealignr]

rainy summers | c.d

cedric diggory x reader

requested by anonymous, for mystery drabble event with the prompt ‘where’s my goodnight kiss?’ -> i hope you enjoy this :D

warnings; hair that’s long enough to get in your face, fluff!

word count; 900+

a/n; i’m back bitches and in my gif era for fics again D:

soaked to the bone, you and cedric ran with your hands clasped together towards the castle, summer rain pouring from the heavens above. it had been an unusually warm august, and cedric had planned a small date for the two of you down by the lake; he filled a basket with luscious fruits, treats and pink lemonade before asking if you fancied going for a swim.

neither of you had planned to stay out until the late evening, watching the light bleed into the night sky as the sun set, but you felt so at home spending the day doing nothing but being with cedric. it was only when you noticed dark, brooding clouds in the distance, sure they were to travel close by and release their heavy burden, that you began to think of returning.

now sprinting up to the wooden bridge, which offered you shelter, cedric laughed as he slipped on the drenched grass, his hand gripping yours tighter as he fought for balance.

“hey! don’t take me down with you,” you giggled, stepping into the stone entrance where you could catch your breath.

“like you wouldn’t do the same,” he sniggered, ruffling his hair and shaking his head like a dog.

“Oi!” you laughed, recoiling slightly as the water sprayed from his hair, “watch it.”

“sorry,” he smiled sheepishly, stepping closer to you to cup your face in his hands.

“ugh, move!” some snarky slytherin groaned, who you hadn’t noticed, pushing you out of the way as they led the rest of the quidditch team through.

“wow, they’re pretty dedicated to practice in this weather,” you cocked an eyebrow, pulling cedric back to you by his shirt.

your neck was turned as you watched the line of slytherins trudge down to the quidditch pitch, looking rather glum, and cedric took advantage of the opportunity to kiss your damp neck. his mouth was warm and soft, his breath heating your cool skin as he whispered against it.

“come on,” he said lowly, rising up to your cheek, “i’m getting cold.”

following him along the old bridge and jogging through the small courtyard, the warmth of the castle greeted you like an old friend, caressing you gently from the storm brewing outside.

“do you think it will thunder?” you asked cedric as you descended the stairs, rubbing your damp sleeves over your face.

“dunno,” he shrugged, “maybe.”

he spoke the password to the common room and led you to his dorm, a route you now had memorised like the back of your hand. if he had asked you to lead him blind back to his room from any point in the castle, you could do it—it was all mapped out in your head.

“here,” cedric threw you a hoodie and some old joggers he never wore anymore, mostly because you always wore them so now they felt like yours.

he removed his shirt and grabbed a towel from a nearby chair, drying his hair, face and torso as best he could. as you peeled your wet clothes from your body, your eyes remained fixed to the person in front of you, his subtly defined abs and muscles and the way they stretched as he pulled a new, clean shirt over his head.

“cheeky,” he laughed breathily, catching your lingering stare.

heat rose to your cheeks and you turned away sheepishly, fiddling with your clothes to get undressed and slip into some more comfortable ones, his warm and dry clothes over your body. you felt cedric come up behind you after a moment, resting his head on your shoulder and twisting you from left to right in a rocking motion.

“i don’t mind if you look,” he muttered in your ear, kissing your head.

even though he was yours, sometimes you forgot to remember. sometimes you saw him across the room, laughing with his friends and then catching your eye, and you still turned away from him like you shouldn’t have been looking. cedric would ask sometimes why you would turn away without so much as a smile, as the strange guilt crept up your neck as if you’d been caught doing something you shouldn’t have, but you couldn’t tell him the truth, though you knew he wouldn’t laugh. but he wouldn’t understand.

it didn’t matter though, not really.

“you have to be up early tomorrow,” you reminded him, turning around to press your ear against his chest, “we should go to bed,” his heart thumped.

“i know,” he mumbled in response, letting go of you to walk over to the bed and get comfortable beneath the sheets.

you sighed contently, smiling at the open window cedric hadn’t closed because he knew you liked listening to the rain. climbing into his bed beside him, you snuggled up close and rested your head on his chest where his heart continued to thump, soothing you as it always had done.

“where’s my goodnight kiss?” he asked quietly, stroking your hair, pulling it away from your face.

you giggled, looking up to him—the hand that wasn’t planted in your hair was behind his head, his left elbow pointed to the side. a delicate smile rested upon his lips, waiting patiently to feel yours against his. straining to push yourself up to his face, you gave him a sweet kiss, long enough to leave him satisfied and returned to your comfortable spot on his chest.

“love you,” he said, twirling your hair.

“love you too,” you hugged him tighter.

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[dear-departed]

Brothers with touch starved MC

This kind of turned into "MC adores touch but also here's what they do to fluster MC sometimes" but eh, I hope you enjoy it regardless. Honestly love the way Asmo's portion came out. :)

Warnings: mention of lesson 16, but mostly just pure fluff

Word count: 2.5K

Lucifer ♥ 

At first, he didn’t think anything was askew. He’s not a super physical guy, not usually clinging to you at the hip. But he started to notice how his casual touches would make you shiver a little and lean into him. 

So, he started to experiment, those casual and delicate moments became more frequent. Him brushing his hand against your arm or your thigh, running his hands through your hair whenever he patted you atop your head. 

The way you would lean in closer made his heart feel warm, it made his chest feel... full? Was that the right word? 

Things began to progress further, those passive moments turned into hugs, pecks on the forehead, him holding your hand.  

“My dear, if you are craving my touch, you can always just ask. You’re aware of that, right?” He’ll whisper in your ear, his hand slowly traveling from your shoulder and down your spine before gently cupping your waist. 

Physical touch becomes a lot more frequent between you and him once he realizes how much you need it. And if he’s being honest, he’s quite flattered. To think that his hands, gloved or not, could make you react in such a way. 

If either of you are having a bad day and you don’t have anything to do, he’ll sit you down on the sofa in his room and have you lean on him while he carefully runs his hands through your hair, then down through your back, applying a little extra pressure to areas where he can feel tension. 

He does expect compensation. Please play with his hair, rub the base of his horns while he’s in his demon form or give him a nice, firm hug when he’s stressed. 

He feels himself unwind right there when you do either of those things, like the tension of the day is being released, like you’re the only one who can do it correctly. 

Mammon ♥ 

Bro same 

Obviously, he gets a lot more flustered than Lucifer does whenever he touches you, even if it’s in a regular place. 

One day you had a fever and he put his hand on your forehead to check your temperature, only to feel you subconsciously leaning into his palm. 

And he thought you looked pretty red from your fever; he should’ve seen his own face after you did that. 

That’s around the time he noticed how similar you guys really were, it was kind of a constant battle of “we both want to touch each other and cuddle but neither of us are ballsy enough to make a move”. 

One night, the House of Lamentation had a movie night, specifically, a horror movie night. And we all know how much the second eldest loves horror movies.  

He only noticed around halfway through the movie, but he had his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, he’s kind of surprised that you weren’t gasping for air. 

“Sorry for squeezin’ ya so tight.” He’ll say as he loosens his grip, but doesn’t let go. Maybe it’s the adrenaline coursing through his veins, but this is the one moment when he wouldn’t hurriedly let go of you and act like it was all a mistake. 

It all goes uphill (?) from there 

He figures, if you didn’t say anything during the movie, then maybe you’re fine with it? Hopefully. 

He’ll hold your hand and look over to watch your expression, failing to realize how you lace your fingers with his, or how you lean in just a little closer, just close enough so that he can smell you, the familiar scent of the shampoo you always use. Close enough he can feel your warmth, and that’s enough to draw him in to the point of no return. 

MC, he’s your new cuddle buddy, you should be thankful, The Great Mammon is the best cuddle buddy you can have, y’know! 

Leviathan ♥ 

He honestly thinks you’re playing games with him when he first notices how you always lean in whenever he touches you, how your hugs linger a little longer than what’s ‘normal’. 

It all started when you both were waiting at the local game store for a new figurine that was supposed to drop today. Another demon started flirting with you, or maybe they weren’t, maybe they were just having a normal conversation, but it all felt the same to him. That familiar bubble of anger and envy. He should be the one talking to you like that, you should be smiling and conversing with him... what was the point of coming with him if you didn’t talk to him? 

Without thinking about his next move, he just hugged you from behind, one arm over your shoulder and connecting with his other arm, which was hooked around your waist. He didn’t say anything. I mean, don’t get me wrong, he was about to, but the way you tilted your head back to look at him and just backed up further into his chest was so... enthralling. 

“I-I’m sorry MC! I know you probably don’t want a gross shut-in clinging onto you like that, I didn’t mean to be creepy I was really just jealous and I wanted your attention but-” 

He looks up from the ground to meet your gaze, his face red with shame as he covers his mouth with his sleeve. To his shock, he sees you just... standing there, a light smile gracing your features as you stare at him, figurine in hand. 

He watches in a trance as you set down the figurine and hug him, clinging tightly to his torso. 

“Error 404, words not found” 

He’s a stammering mess for a few seconds “why would you- What braincell is making you think it’s a good idea to hug me of all people?! What did I do to deserve this?! MC! W-wait, don’t pull away-” 

It’s very common now for you two to sit on the floor together while playing video games. Something about when he’s seated between your legs while you’re propped up against the bath tub is so nice, your gentle fingers running through his hair and massaging his scalp.  

He likes doing the same to you as well, but he has a habit of asking “is this good?” “is this alright? Am I doing okay?” every three seconds. 

Satan ♥ 

He thinks he recalls Asmo saying something about touch starved people before, but other than that, he doesn’t have much experience with people who crave physical touch as much as you do. 

He first realized your odd habits and needs when he was reading in his room, you enjoying a cup of tea as you read a different book beside him, one of the dozens he’s recommended you read. 

He’s no stranger to intrusive thoughts, but usually his intrusive thoughts consist of “that person is chewing too loudly, punch them” or “what if you dumped this on Lucifer’s head?” But he finds himself staring at you intently, his book set to the side, his page number saved by a bookmark. 

He narrows his eyes... should he really do this? What if you hate it? Only one way to find out, he supposes. 

He’s not one to be impulsive, but something in his love-fogged brain makes him devoid of any second thoughts as he outstretches his arm out, slowly, as if he’d startle you if you noticed him before. 

He places his hand atop your head, making rather... intense eye contact with you as he scoots a little closer. “This is okay, right?” 

Upon seeing your enthusiastic nod, he’s more than pleased, he’ll play with your hair all day long if you let him. 

He enjoys seeing you shiver when he uses his hands to massage your scalp, or the goosebumps that appear on your skin when he gingerly traces his fingers from the backs of your knuckles and to your shoulders. 

He loves to hear your verbal reactions to his touch, any little relieved sighs that you make, he gobbles them right up with enough haste that he could give the Avatar of Greed a run for his money. 

That being said, he also likes your praise and confirmation when he asks you if he’s doing a good job. It makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside when he’s reminded that you feel like you can be comfortable and relaxed around him 

It’s quite common for him to prop himself up against the window by his bed, with you tucked safely between his arms as he reads over your shoulder. 

Asmodeus ♥ 

He just smelled the “touch starved” radiating off of you 

Honey, he knows. He knows just by looking at you, as soon as you tumbled into the Devildom, he knew you would be so much fun to have around! 

He acts like he isn’t aware at first, he only points it out one night when you both got wine/demonus drunk. He cupped your cheek ever-so-gently in his hand and just took his time admiring your features, the way your eyes reflected his own fact. 

You closed your eyes and pushed your cheek onto his hand a little more, sighing in content. 

He whispered soft words of appraisal to you as he allowed his hand to slide down to your cradle the side of your neck, his thumb resting on the apex of where your jaw and neck connected, feeling your pulse speed up beneath his touch. 

His other hand made its way down your body, delicately resting on your hip. 

Yeah, no. He’s not letting you out of his sight anymore. 

From here on out, you’re going to be dragged off to his room almost daily to help him with some obscure thing.  

“Can I do your eyeliner, MC?” “MC let me put this lotion on you!” “Hey, MC! We both need our beauty sleep, let’s sleep together tonight!”  

He’ll also invite you on so many spa trips. 

All of this isn’t even accounting for when he’s just in the same general area as you. 

It feels like there’s always his chin resting on your head, his arms always snaking around your waist and pulling you a little closer while you’re mid-conversation with somebody else. 

He absolutely can’t get enough of how you melt into his touch, it’s like you’re putty in his hands! Which, let’s be honest, who wouldn’t be like that? But you’re different! 

It’s your choice if you want to or not, but he also asks you to take a bath with him a lot. I mean, his bathtub is huge! MC, it would be a shame if you didn’t come with him! 

He also likes experimenting with your hair. Even if you two are just having a lazy day inside the house, he’ll still do your hair super nice. Not only does he want to bring out how gorgeous you are, but an excuse to brush your hair and touch you more? Yes please! 

Beelzebub ♥ 

It takes him a while to even notice how desperate for his touch you really are. 

And even after he notices the little things, he doesn’t really care, he doesn’t point it out, he just starts being more physical with you. 

He started noticing when you two were at an amusement park, trying to get through a large crowd. He isn’t an easy guy to misplace in a crowd, but a human in a crowd of demons certainly is easy to lose, so he grabbed your hand. 

He noticed the way you squeezed his hand a little tighter than normal, and how on the ferris wheel, when he wrapped his arm around you, you leaned in and scooted closer, doing the same to him and hugging him. 

There was just something about your hold on him that made you seem... desperate, never wanting to let go, just wanting to hold him tight forever. And boy oh boy, we he all for it. 

“MC. I like hugging you.” He states, gently stroking your back as the two of you looked out at the Devildom. 

From then on, it’s like he always has contact with you. If he’s not picking you up and carrying you like a flour sack, he’s following behind you like a big puppy, a puppy nobody wants to mess with.  

He’ll also start randomly offering you snacks. “MC, do you want a bite of this?” He’s not afraid to hand feed you, either. 

This also means more cuddles than before. Just be careful, because sometimes he forgets how strong he is so he’ll pull you into a hug and won’t let go until he realizes you’re literally wheezing. “Sorry, MC...”  

He likes it when you lay on his chest, where he has his arms lazily draped over your waist. He would really appreciate it if you played with his hair. 

He now has a habit of carrying you everywhere. Slung over his shoulder, clinging onto his back, under his arm, etc. He’s really not picky as long as he gets to be close to you. 

Belphegor ♥ 

Oh, he caught on really fast. 

After the incident of... lesson 16, he’s of course very cuddly, being the Avatar of Sloth and all that. 

He notices how at ease you feel when he’s bundled up underneath a pile of blankets and a mountain of pillows with you, his limbs entangled with your own as you both sleep peacefully. 

He is going to have so much fun with this. 

He loves teasing you about it, taking note on how much you actually crave his touch. 

Sometimes he’ll take his middle finger and gently run it down from where your neck meets your skull down to your tailbone. He watches as goosebumps appear on your skin, letting him know that he did exactly what he was hoping for. 

He’ll run his hands from your chin to your skull and cup your head before gently pulling you into his chest, he adores the way you melt right into him whenever he does stuff like that. It makes him feel... wanted, it makes him feel like he really has a place in your life, especially after what he did. 

His arms are always around your waist, either that or he’s leaning against you and resting his arms on your shoulders, sleepily muttering in your ear, some half-awake nonsense.  

If there’s somebody you want to be around while being touch starved, it’s probably Belphegor. If there was a such thing as “touch full” you might actually achieve that with him; whatever it even is.  

He’ll place his hands on your hips and whisper into your ear during breakfast. “I put salt in Lucifer’s coffee... just wait...” And then proceed to fall asleep on his plate right after he sits down. 

He's always down to hold your hand. 

Also, there’s no escaping him when he decides it’s time for a nap, not only is it impossible to escape the tangle of blankets, but he also has a tight grip. Not tight to the point you’re struggling to breathe, but just firm enough to feel like... a very heavy weighted blanket. Or like a compression sock, but for your whole body.  

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphie #obey me beel #touch starved mc

[krisdreaming]

Pairing: Suna Rintarou x gn!reader

WC: 690

A/N: Titles are overrated 😅 tbh I don't even know what this is. Is it... good? I don't know, but I kind of like it.

You survey the instant ramen selection, tapping your chin as you consider which flavor to choose. This convenience store has more options than you're used to, and you never have been good at making decisions.

"Ya pick a flavor yet?" Rintarou hangs his head over your shoulder, and you jump slightly at the sound of his voice so close to your ear.

"Can't decide," You murmur petulantly, picking up two that look promising and comparing them.

"That one's good," He points to the one in your left hand, and you give it a closer look. "Pick out whatever ya want. It's on me."

You turn to look at him and quirk an eyebrow. "So generous," You laugh, glancing around the small store.

"But only if ya pick in the next five minutes," He adds, "I don't have all night." You narrow your eyes at that, but he shoots you a teasing grin and you can't hold the expression for long.

"Lies," Is all you say with a chuckle. You both know you have no plans at all.

Finally, you decide to take the flavor he'd recommended and set the other package back on the shelf. Wandering down the aisle with your impatient boyfriend on your heels, you select some chips, some gummy candy, and a drink, balancing them carefully in your hands.

"Ready?" He asks when you step back, and you nod, following him to the register. When the clerk finally hands him the bag filled with your spoils, he takes it and immediately reaches for your hand with the other.

Stepping out into the cool evening, you hold onto his hand a little tighter. He glances sideways at you, and you can just make out the smile curving the corner of his lips. He pulls you just a little closer to his side, and in the chilly early fall air you're glad for the added warmth. Neither of you says a word, but you don't need to.

Twilight has almost fallen by the time you walk the few blocks to his apartment, and the warm glow inside is a pleasant contrast. While he sets the water boiling for the ramen, you organize the purchases on the kitchen counter.

"You bought to much," You say as he sidles up behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle and resting his chin on your shoulder.

"We'll eat it," He assures you, pressing a quick, feather-light kiss to the crook of your neck. "Besides, I didn't want ya stealin' all of my food like last time."

"Hey!" You say indignantly and try to pull away, but his grip on you is too tight.

"'M just tryin' to keep ya happy," He murmurs, his lips finding your neck again and lingering longer. You sigh, just about to formulate some kind of retort when the kettle flicks off, signifying that the water is hot.

He reluctantly pulls away from you, fingertips lingering at your hips for just a moment before he reaches for the kettle and pours the water over the ramen. You lean back against the counter and just soak it in.

This has become a familiar routine by now. The convenience store run, the teasing banter, and the quiet evenings spent just the two of you - you wouldn't trade it for anything. Just watching him bustling around the kitchen like this fills your middle with a curling warmth.

It must show on your face, because Rintarou glances up and frowns. "What're ya smilin' about now? It's creepy."

"Oh, just planning which of your snacks I'm going to eat tonight," You quip, a bubble of laughter escaping when he rounds the table and catches you around the waist again.

"Yer impossible," He says as he pushes the pile of snacks out of your reach. "Ya know that? You're lucky I love ya." He spins you around so that you're facing him, and despite his teasing words, his expression is soft.

"Yeah, I guess I am," You reply with a grin, and tilt your chin up to accept the kiss he presses to your lips. No, you can't imagine anything more perfect than this.

#Haikyuu #Haikyuu imagines #Haikyuu fluff #Suna Rintarou #Suna Rintarou x reader #Suna x reader #Haikyuu x reader #Haikyuu x you

[happybird16]

• Chapter Eight •

Naga!Levi Ackerman/Fem!Reader

Summary: Growing up, the forests edge always darkened the far corner of your small village. The giant, twisted branches overhead rendered the forest floor a terrifying, pitch black. You shouldn't be here. There's creatures here, dangerous ones.

Overall warnings: Past references to child abuse, blood, scars, gore, mystery, eventual sex, inhuman genitalia (Levi is a snake man), horror vibes.

Chapter warnings: Past references to child abuse, blood, scars, some very detailed kisses.

Chapter Length: 9.5k

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The most special of shoutouts to my beloved friend and beta @theferricfox!!! Also, credit to @the-milk-anon for the snake banner!!

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You blink to awareness with the sound of rain. It’s just a soft pitter-patter, barely audible over the flickering fire. Smothered in warmth, you realize that you're not curled up next to the fire, where'd you'd fallen asleep last night. An arm rests heavy where it's draped across your hip. Levi is cuddling you in sleep with his chest pressed flat to your back. He must've dragged you over at some point during the night. Voice rough from sleep, you ask, “Do we cuddle now?”

The cute rounded tip of his nose bumps your shoulder. Tightening the grip on your hip, he grumbles sleepily, “Your teeth were chattering.”

As the week has passed since you opened up, the storm that accompanied that moment has subsided quickly, leaving behind a lingering sense of warmth. Playfully, you tease Levi, saying, "Lies."

Dryly, he insists, "It's not. My ears are still ringing from all the noise."

Noting the change in weather, you remark, "It feels like it's practically spring." The past few days have been warm enough to melt most of the snow that had fallen just a week ago—a wet and heavy slush. Now, only dirty patches remain, clinging to the mountainside and the bases of the trees. Curious about the duration of this change, you wonder aloud, "I wonder how much longer it'll be."

Levi's curious hum is accompanied by a brief tightening of his fingers on your hip. His warm breath brushes against your back, creating a comforting sensation even through the thin fabric of your shirt. As his voice rumbles, vibrating through your chest, he suggests, "It's still dark. You should go back to sleep."

Turning your head to glance at the entrance, you notice the pitch-black darkness outside. Squinting, you can barely make out the wet streaks of rain on the stone beyond the scraggly lip. Curious about why Levi is awake, you inquire, "Why are you awake?"

Letting out a sigh, Levi replies, his forehead lightly bumping into your shoulder blade, "The giant visited not too long ago. I'm surprised it didn't disturb you. The big idiot woke me up."

During the past week, you've discovered various aspects about your companion. One of them being that he's a cuddle monster, despite his reluctance to admit it. Additionally, you've come across some surprising items hidden in the cubby below, beyond the expected soap and razor. Among them, you found a small collection of books. It puzzled you when he offered you one, as the titles didn't seem like something he would be interested in. In an embarrassed manner, he explained that they actually belong to his den-mates, who enjoy forcing the books upon him, suggesting that he should engage in something worthwhile while fighting his own biology.

Over the past few days, you've delved into "Metal and Glass," a thick tome covering various methods of handcrafting jewelry. Although the book predominantly focuses on different styles of metalworking, it stood out as the most intriguing option among the collection.

You found "Greed and Beatitude" and "An Analysis on the Refraction of Light" too intimidating to open, given their ancient appearance and thickness. Considering your options, you contemplate delving into the book on Color Theory next, hoping it will capture your interest more than your current selection. As time passes, you find it increasingly challenging to muster the motivation to reopen the book on Naga jewelry. Initially intriguing, the subject matter has failed to maintain your attention, and progress feels painstakingly slow.

On a different note, you appreciate the fact that you're once again wearing your own clothes. Levi had skillfully repaired your trousers earlier in the week. With precise swipes of his claws, he had removed the frayed edges, leaving behind large slashes in the fabric. To fill the gaps, he adorned the trousers with some pelts. The result is a striking display of long, pure white claw marks running from your inner thigh to your knee, with soft white rabbit fur bursting out from the slashes. It almost appears deliberate, as if it were an artistic statement in itself.

Levi's skill in sewing is evident as the different materials seamlessly merge, creating a flawless line without any discomforting puckered edges against your skin. Throughout the entire process, his expression remained remarkably gentle and focused, captivating your attention. Thankfully, he didn't lift his gaze, allowing you to observe him peacefully engrossed in his task. There was a sense of tranquility about him.

Now, those claw marks are the only remnants of your injury, while the skin beneath them appears flawless and rejuvenated. True to Levi's assurance, not even a scar remains. Although your ankle may still twinge occasionally if you step on it the wrong way, overall you feel as good as new. It's as if the terrifying incident never happened, and you can breathe a sigh of relief.

As the days pass, you've noticed that Levi keeps himself occupied, sleeping less and venturing out for extended periods of time now that the weather has become warmer. Each time he leaves, worry consumes you, but you always feel somewhat foolish in the end. The Maw is his domain, and he possesses extensive experience in surviving the treacherous woods. Despite occasional chill spells and stiff breezes, the overall temperature has improved, providing a relatively warm environment.

The growing depth of your affection for Levi is indeed both exhilarating and somewhat daunting. The intensity of your emotions can be overwhelming at times, as it feels almost terrifying to be so deeply connected to someone.

When he returns from his excursions, he always carries something lifeless over his shoulder. Seeking warmth, he presses close to your side, and his skin is perpetually icy, which concerns you. The two of you have primarily consumed rabbits for sustenance, although there was one morning where small fish greeted you, roasting on sticks over the fire. On his outings, he always brings a cup and returns with a handful of cranberries, which never fails to bring a smile to your face. However, you haven't mustered the courage to tell him that cranberries are terribly bitter.

While you find it challenging to maintain focus on a chapter about knots, Levi remains occupied with cleaning hides and diligently preparing them to be added to the growing mass of bedding. He has a knack for staying busy and productive, showcasing his resourcefulness.

However, one significant aspect that stands out is Levi's recurring nightmares. Although you're no stranger to nightmares yourself, you tend to be a deep sleeper once you finally drift off. In contrast, Levi grapples with both ends of the sleep spectrum. It takes him a considerable amount of time to fall asleep, and even then, his slumber is light and easily disrupted. Occasionally, you hear him hiss softly in his sleep, indicating the distress caused by the nightmares. When he wakes from these unsettling dreams, it takes a while for him to settle back down. Once Levi is awake, he tends to remain so for some time, making it challenging for him to find restful sleep.

Rising up on an elbow, you twist around in his grasp to face him. “Can I help?”

The movement causes your shirt to become awkwardly twisted around your torso. Without hesitation, Levi instinctively uses his thumb to untangle the fabric, ensuring it lies flat. However, he frowns, his fingers gliding along the gap at the small of your back, and he responds, “You don’t have to stay up.”

Levi’s concern for your well-being is evident in his words. He doesn’t want you to feel obligated to stay awake or assist him with his struggles during the night.

“I want to,” you insist earnestly, waving a hand as if to shoo away the thought. “It's not like I have anything to do during the day. I could always take a nap later.��

Levi huffs in response, pressing his face into the column of your neck. His sigh carries a mixture of reluctance and gratitude. He then asks, “Not enjoying the book, huh?”

Levi's teasing tone sends a pleasant throb through your heart, and you respond dryly, "Tell your friends to give you less boring books next time." The sensation of his bangs brushing against the column of your neck rekindles the burning desire to run your fingers through his hair. Suppressing the urge, you dig your nails into your palms, attempting to distract yourself. "Maybe something with an actual story," you add, hinting at your preference for more engaging reads.

Flopping his head back onto the bedding, Levi shoots you an exasperated look. "I think the best you're going to get is probably a historical drama," he remarks.

You remark, noting the look on Levi's face, "Sounds like you're speaking from experience." The confirmation is practically written all over his face. Expressing your disinterest, you tell him flatly, "Even a historical drama sounds more intriguing than learning about light. None of the books in my village were ever like this. Why did they give you such peculiar titles?"

Levi responds in a sarcastic tone, "Be sure to let Hange know that you didn't appreciate their book selection," his voice dripping with sarcasm. He raises a hand from your back and gestures towards you with a flick of his wrist, implying the potential reaction from Hange, "I'm sure their response to all of this," he gestures to you, "will be nice and calm."

“That sounds ominous,” you note worriedly, “is that a… good thing?”

Levi rolls his eyes in an exaggerated manner, dismissing your concerns. “Just be prepared for a whole lot of energy. Your hearing is less sensitive than mine. You’ll be fine,” he reassures you, patting your back softly. “All of them are just trying to share their hobbies with me.”

You respond, acknowledging their kindness, saying, “That’s nice of them, I guess.” Curiosity piqued, you ask, “Hange’s the one who gave you the science books?”

He shakes his head, “The one on Color Theory is from Moblit.” That's another new name. You file it away for safekeeping. “What are the books you’re used to like? You mentioned that your village has a library.”

You sigh sadly, reminiscing about the small and worn building that served as your village’s library. It was located next to Town Hall, but in comparison, it was like a shack. “Most of the non-fiction books there just covered the basics of the topic, and many of them had missing pages,” you explain. “Aside from that, there were mostly romance novels and children’s stories. Not much variety. Apart from myself, not many people visited the library.”

The contrast between your village’s modest library and the assortment of books that Levi has access to is striking, highlighting the different worlds you both come from.

Levi hums knowingly, “I’m betting your town heads controlled more than just their secret room of Witch’s Tomes.”

You nod in agreement. You've had the thought before that those missing pages were probably purposely torn from the binding. “Do you have any books of your own?”

Levi adjusts his position, his arm tightening around your waist as he admits, “Not really. I’ve never been much of a reader. The books I have are mostly gifts from my den-mates. They insist on sharing their interests with me.” You can hear a blend of gratitude and slight exasperation in his tone. He then nods, his dark hair brushing against the bedding, and adds, “I didn’t bring them with me, but I do have a couple of books on the art of tea making.”

“The art of- that's interesting! I'd love to see them….” It's endearing that someone so scarred and battle hardened has such soft hobbies. Sewing and tea. The image of him immersing himself in the pages, learning the nuances of brewing the perfect cup of tea, brings a smile to your face. “I was never allowed to have any books of my own. I couldn't even take any of them home from the library.”

Levi’s gaze softens, and his gray eyes fill your heart with warmth. His thumb rubs a soothing line below your shoulder blade, and you notice the slight glimpse of his forked tongue moistening his lips.

In a gentle tone, he responds, “I have an empty shelf. You can start a collection. It won’t be too hard to move them to your place once it’s built.”

You manage to force an eager smile across your lips, masking the slight frown that tugs at the corners. While the offer of having your own shelf and sharing books with Levi is sweet and exciting, it also serves as a reminder of your looming separation, leaving a bittersweet feeling in your stomach. Pushing aside those emotions, you change the subject and ask, “I’m surprised you even had books like those. Isn't your Den small?”

Levi responds enigmatically, “Not as small as you’d think. Some of my friends would probably go insane without the library. Ours isn’t censored like yours had been. I’m sure you’ll enjoy visiting it.”

“You're making it difficult to wait until spring,” you complain half-heartedly. Levi huffs in response, rolling onto his back to stare at the ceiling.

You continue to lie on your side, observing him with a mix of admiration and affection. Your eyes trace the graceful movement of his throat as it rises and falls with each swallow, captivated by the play of firelight on his chiseled cheekbones. His fingers fidget nervously, interlaced in a loose clasp resting on his stomach. In that moment, you can’t help but marvel at his otherworldly beauty, appreciating every aspect of him, both human and Naga.

The depth of your connection with Levi is both surprising and exhilarating. While you’ve experienced fleeting crushes in the past, they pale in comparison to the profound bond you share with him. In just two short weeks, it feels as though he understands you on a level no one else ever has. The hours spent engaged in deep conversations have only served to strengthen your feelings for him. It’s a scary realization, one that you’re hesitant to fully acknowledge or articulate. But deep down, you know there’s something special between the two of you, something that surpasses mere affection.

The two of you often spend hours just talking. You like him. Maybe even more. You're too afraid to even fully form the thought.

Your eyes catch his hair once again, the dark strands splayed out messily across the light pelt below. Fingers itching yet again, you can't help yourself. “Can I touch your hair?” A surge of embarrassed heat floods your face as soon as the words escape.

In his surprise, his head jerks quickly to face you. Eyebrows raised in an open expression of shock, pink dusts along his cheeks. On his belly, his fingers twist together nervously, “Sure?”

Levi's surprised reaction and the slight blush on his cheeks only make your own embarrassment intensify. However, the permission he gives you fills you with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Slowly, you extend a hand towards his hair, fingers trembling slightly. As your fingertips brush against the soft strands, a wave of warmth and intimacy washes over you. Gently, you begin to run your fingers through his hair, savoring the softness and the sensation of closeness it brings.

It's soft. Unbelievably soft and silky. Your fingers wander, brushing through the longer strands in long sweeping motions. Eyes fluttering closed, Levi groans quietly, unable to fully suppress the sound of pleasure. The vulnerability in his expression, the way his features relax, is a sight you rarely get to witness.

Levi's response to your touch only fuels your desire to explore further. You continue to run your fingers through his hair, feeling the way it glides and tugs slightly with each movement. His body reacts, shifting closer to you, as if seeking more of your touch. It's a gratifying sensation, knowing that you can bring him this level of comfort and ease.

As your nails scratch gently into his scalp, you discover another texture—the soft scruff of his undercut. It's a contrast to the rest of his hair, but equally enticing. Levi shudders, a full-body reaction, as your touch reaches him on a deeper level.

In this intimate moment, your heart races with a mix of tenderness and desire. The connection between you grows stronger, and you can't help but wonder where these feelings will lead. It's a glimpse into the depth of your affection for Levi, and it leaves you yearning for more moments like this.

The sight and sound of Levi's response to your touch fill you with a mix of satisfaction and intrigue. It's as if this simple act of running your fingers through his hair has the power to relax him, to bring him a moment of peace amidst his usually guarded demeanor. Your own heartbeat quickens at the realization of the effect you have on him.

With a growing sense of boldness, you continue to explore the texture of his hair, varying the pressure and rhythm of your touch. Each reaction, each shudder and sigh from Levi, fuels your desire to bring him comfort and pleasure. The connection between you feels intimate and special, deepening the bond you share.

Lost in this moment, you cherish the opportunity to offer this small act of affection and care. It's a reminder of the growing depth of your feelings for Levi and the connection that continues to strengthen between you.

Suddenly, your fingers catch on something. There's a little bump high along the back of his head. It’s a rounded groove, not much larger than your fingertip. You gasp quietly, realizing what it is. A scar.

Eyes peeling open, Levi blinks slow and double lidded, eyes dragging along your face. He grunts, head shifting in your grip. “That's from a Manticore,” he explains. Hand rising, his fingers graze yours as he feels the wound as well. “Almost died from that one.”

It doesn't seem to be too deep, but who knows how bad it was for this to be it's healed form. You murmur, “I've never heard of that before.”

“They aren't too big, maybe the size of a horse, with a human face, lion body and a scorpion tail,” Levi starts, shifting back onto his side to face you. All around you his tail ripples, coiling up closer. “I was young when I fought it. I wasn't really big enough to wrap around it completely so it was a struggle. It's fucking stinger caught me right in the back of the head.”

“That's fucking terrifying.” Just imagining it has all the hair raising on the back of your neck. The massive length of his tail filling the cave around you only emphasizes how small he must have been at that point. “Stinger- Did it poison you?”

He nods, face scrunching up at the memory. “Burned like a motherfucker,” he confirms.

“You're so strong,” you breathe, not really meaning to speak aloud. Feeling a mix of admiration and curiosity, your fingers find the edge of a long scar across the curve of his right bicep. The scar feels bumpy and uneven at the edges, but the center is smooth and silvery. “What's this one from?”

Levi takes a moment to think, his eyes fluttering as he recalls the origin of the scar. "Hmm, a dragon, I think," he responds.

Your surprise is palpable, causing him to flinch. "You fought a dragon?" you exclaim.

He tries to calm your excitement by gently gliding his fingers along your shoulder. "It was young, probably a lot smaller than what you're picturing," he hastily clarifies, as if that diminishes the level of terror. "One of its talons caught me while I was taking it down."

As your mind races with images of flickering, red hot flames, you can't help but ask, "Don't dragons breathe fire?"

Levi shrugs nonchalantly, seemingly unfazed. "Naga do fine with heat; it's the cold that poses a problem for us. Surprisingly, we're distantly related to dragons," he explains.

"I can see the resemblance," you comment, your fingers gently toying with the small scales at his hip where fair alabaster skin meets glittering onyx. "I still can't believe you slayed a dragon."

Levi proceeds to elaborate, saying, "It was Wild. Dragons are usually known for their craftiness and intelligence, but this one was definitely sick. It just kept flying into the metal ceiling. Its face was already bloody and broken before I was even thrown into the pit."

Curiosity piqued, you shift your attention to the tiny nicks scattered across his abs, gently grazing them with your fingers. "What about these?" you inquire, wondering about the origin of those marks.

Levi's face contorts with a grimace as he recalls the encounter. "A Wendigo," he says. "That spindly fucker had long arms and claws like needles."

The image of such a creature sends a shiver down your spine, and you find it difficult to visualize. The only details you recall are their cold grey skin and haunting hollow eyes, described as corpse-like. Your fingers gravitate towards a deeper scar across his abdomen as you inquire, "This one? Is it from the Wendigo too?"

Levi responds with a small smirk, his eyes shining with a beautiful curiosity. “A were-cat,” he confirms.

Surprised, you ask, “Those are real?”

“No.” Levi lets out a soft laugh, causing his abs to ripple beneath your hand. The feel of it makes your mouth suddenly both too dry and too wet at the same time. The mirth in his eyes only worsens your state.

“I’m glad you can make jokes about it, at least,” you tell him with a huff. “I don't know how you survived that and managed to stay sane.”

Levi swallows heavily, his gaze distant and his voice carrying a faraway tone. “I didn’t, not really, you know that,” he responds.

Blinking, you recall that Levi had gone Wild for an unknown period of time. Sympathizing with his struggles, you confess, “Sometimes… sometimes it was a struggle for me too. My mind went to dangerous places.”

Levi's comforting hand on your shoulder brings you back to the present, grounding you in the moment. His voice is gentle as he advises, "Hey, I know. Trust me, I know. I've sort of... separated myself from that time in my life. I try not to dwell on it too much."

“It's still so fresh. I still feel horrible about the deaths that I caused..” you sniffle, wiggling closer. “I still feel my parents' blood on my hands sometimes.”

Levi offers solace, patting your back softly. "It'll fade," he reassures. "It'll fade. New memories will eventually replace them. Good ones will take their place."

“C-can we change the subject?” you ask, lip wobbling. You don't want to cry about this, not again.

Levi nods in understanding and remains silent for a few minutes, contemplating. Eventually, he breaks the silence, asking, “The man you were sold to -what was he like?”

Surprised by the question, you raise your head from the bedding to gaze down at Levi. “Zeke?” you repeat, seeking clarification. “Why do you ask?”

“I’m curious..” he explains, “the way you described him sounded so… disgusting. What kind of person buys a mate?”

Confusion flashes across your face as you process the term “mate.”

"It's actually not too uncommon for parents to arrange marriages or offer something in such situations. Usually, it's the other way around, where the potential suitor offers something to cover the potential loss of labor. And typically, there is prior acquaintance with the person," you explain with a heavy sigh of frustration. "But it's just... It's just that..." Your voice trails off as you flop your head back down, overwhelmed by emotions.

The weight of the situation hits you, and tears well up in your eyes against your own intention. Your vision blurs, making Levi's face appear as a distorted and wet mixture of colors. Sniffling, you find comfort in Levi's shushing and the gentle circles his thumb makes on your hip.

You let out a frustrated huff, feeling strengthened as you voice your thoughts. "They had mentioned multiple times that I should've found a husband by now, considering my age. But it's infuriating that my parents went behind my back and made a deal without my knowledge. It felt like they just wanted to get rid of me, and that hurt. Even after everything they did, it still hurt."

Doubts creep in, and you belittle yourself, saying, "I don't understand why someone like Zeke would take the offer. I'm just a random farm girl from the middle of nowhere. There's nothing special about me."

Levi's frown deepens as he absorbs your words. He seems eager to say something, but hesitates before finally speaking in a soft tone, "Do you know what he wanted from you?"

Shaking your head, you reply, "I don't know. I only met him three times, and he mostly talked about himself. He went on and on about his importance and the trade routes he managed, blah blah blah." You mimic a flapping mouth with your hand. "I didn't really pay attention to what he was saying. I was too consumed by my anger towards the entire situation."

“That's understandable,” Levi murmurs. This isn't the first time you've noticed it, but you like the way he listens. It's as if he hangs on every word, waiting calmly for you to finish before even forming his response. “I hate people like that,” he adds, “so full of themselves that they don’t realize how far their head is up their own ass.”

You hum in agreement, finding solace in Levi’s understanding. “I immediately didn't like his whole vibe. Everything about him felt like one big performance. And he was so touchy, immediately grabbing for my shoulders and my hands the moment we met. I couldn't walk anywhere without his fingers locked around my wrist.” Wrapping your fingers around your right wrist, you remember the strength of his grip clear as day. “He called me weird names too, like his ‘little acquizition’. It felt like I was a cow being sold for breeding stock.”

Levi grunts in agreement, his anger evident as his nose flares. “Sounds like a controlling piece of shit,” he remarks.

“Probably not, he wasn't even in town,” you laugh wryly. “It- it didn't feel like he was even remotely interested in me. It was weird. Felt like I was being passed from the hell I knew to something new and worse. I had no control… All I really knew is that I didn't want to abandon my entire life to end up somewhere I didn't know under the thumb of a man I didn't know or like.”

“And look at where you are now,” Levi points out smoothly.

Levi's observation brings a sense of comfort, his thumb pressing reassuringly against your hip. You let out a genuine and joyful laugh at his remark, acknowledging the positive turn your life has taken. "Yeah, only one of those things is true," you respond, your voice laced with happiness. "I'm glad I'm here." With you. You leave the unspoken part hanging in the air, too shy to voice it explicitly.

Levi reciprocates your sentiment, expressing his own gratitude. "I am too," he replies. "I'd probably be dead otherwise."

You both share a connection through the survival you found in each other's presence. "Same," you admit, reflecting on the contrast between your destinies. Fire versus ice. "I still have the ring he gave me. It's in my bag," you confess.

“Ring?” Levi questions confusedly. “He gave you jewelry?”

“It's gaudy as hell with a huge ugly stone,” you gripe. “I know others see them differently,” you explain, “as a symbol of commitment. But to me, it felt like an outward display of his ownership. The ring was so heavy on my finger that it felt like a shackle.”

Levi grimaces at the mention of shackles, hissing softly under his breath. “Why did you wear it?”

“I had to when he was around,” you explain. “I tore that fucker off the moment he was out of eyesight.”

Rising up onto his elbow, Levi squints across the cave towards the fireside, where your bag rests next to your coat. “You said you brought it with you?”

Twisting, you follow his line of sight. Naga like jewelry. “You can see it, if you want. It should be loose in my bag, probably towards the bottom.”

Sitting up with a grunt, Levi uses part of his tail to pull your backpack over to his side. After some digging, the tiny metal circle is pulled free. Pinched between two of his claws, the ring appears even thicker and uglier in his grip, the dark tarnished gold metal contrasting with the large, sickly yellowish-green Malachite gemstone protruding prominently from the frame. As Levi holds it in front of him, his face contorts with a mixture of curiosity and disgust.

You smirk up at him, relishing in the revulsion reflected in his eyes as he gazes at the ring. "See, I told you it was ugly."

"It's not that," he begins, flicking his tongue out towards the ring. "Though I don't disagree... It's just that it smells familiar."

Surprised, you sit up abruptly, eager to understand his remark. "What do you mean?" you inquire, curiosity piqued.

Levi's tongue flicks out once more, barely missing the surface of the ring. His expression contorts, a mixture of disbelief and uncertainty. "It's probably just my imagination playing tricks on me. It couldn't be possible."

You frown, feeling a tinge of disappointment. "I don't know why I bothered bringing it along. I didn't even want it in the first place," you admit, gesturing vaguely towards the ring. "If you're interested, you can have it."

“No,” he spits, still holding the ring between two fingers as if it’s contaminated. “I don’t want it.”

Looking outside, you note that it's still raining steadily. The sky seems just a tad lighter, morning light slowly filtering from above the mountain. You contemplate throwing it out into the woods for whatever little creatures scuttling about to add to their collection. “I don’t even want to see it anymore,” you confess.

Levi offers a suggestion, his tone slightly softened. “If you want, I can give it to Hange. They call themselves an inventor, but they're more of a tinkerer if anything. I'm sure the gem will be useful to them at least.”

You nod, appreciating the thought of the ring finding purpose rather than being abandoned in the woods. “That's probably better than just throwing it into the woods.”

Pulling up the layers of the bedding, he tucks the ring away in the cubby below. As he turns back to you, your eyes catch thin white lines circling around his wrists. Shackles. The realization dawns upon you, realizing the sensitivity of the topic you had unknowingly touched upon earlier. A wave of regret washes over you, feeling foolish for bringing it up.

As he starts to twist back to lie by your side, you seize his wrist, halting his movement. Your fingers trace the white streak along his delicate wrist, feeling the surprising smoothness of his skin despite the lingering scar. Its faint visibility and flatness blend seamlessly with the rest of his complexion, a testament to his remarkable healing ability. A sense of relief washes over you, grateful that he has fared well in that regard.

"I'm sorry that you had to endure all of that on your own," you express sincerely, your voice filled with empathy.

Levi hesitates, his admission emerging with evident difficulty, as if each word is a struggle. His chest rises and falls with a heavy sigh, and he eventually withdraws his wrist from your grasp. "I wasn't always alone," he confesses, his tone tinged with a mix of melancholy and strength. "I was just the one who managed to survive the longest."

You observe Levi’s struggle to speak, sensing the weight of his words and the emotions behind them. Concerned for his well-being, you offer understanding and give him an out, not wanting to push him if it becomes too overwhelming. “You don't need to tell me if it's too much-”

However, he waves away your worry with a raised hand, indicating his willingness to share. “Only breeders were kept alone,” he begins, his voice carrying a hint of bitterness. “I wasn’t one of them.” There’s a palpable pause, heavy with an ominous implication that hangs in the air. Yet. “Fighters, like me, were kept in larger, communal cages,” he continues, his tone tinged with a mix of resignation and reminiscence. “There was no privacy, and others constantly came and went. Most didn’t survive beyond a single fight, but…” His voice wavers, and he closes his eyes, releasing a weary sigh. “Two… two managed to endure longer than the others. A couple of years. We grew close.”

As you gently pat his arm, offering comfort in your touch, you acknowledge his statement. “You made friends,” you observe, recognizing the significance of those connections in such a harsh environment. “What were their names?”

Levi’s reply carries a mix of nostalgia and sorrow. “Furlan and Isabel,” he reveals. “They were more than friends, really. They were like family to me.” His voice trembles slightly, laced with the pain of recollection. “When they eventually got injured, I tried everything to save them, to stop the bleeding…”

Not again. This can't be happening again. A wave of realization crashes over you as the pieces fall into place. The gravity of the situation hits you hard. “They died,” you utter, your voice heavy with sorrow and understanding. The echoes of his earlier words resonate within you, and the thought of him enduring such loss once again fills you with a profound sadness.

Levi’s eyes reflect the weight of his past as he nods, his sadness palpable. “They weren’t Naga, so their healing was slow,” he murmurs, his voice tinged with a mixture of grief and guilt. “I held them in my arms as they bled out, one after the other.”

“I'm sure you did your best.” Realizing the inadvertent reminder of his painful memories, you offer a heartfelt apology. “I’m sorry. I know you try not to dwell on those moments, and yet here I am, bringing them up again. I didn’t mean to keep reminding you.” Regret fills your words as you express your sincere remorse.

Levi gently interrupts your apology, his voice carrying a touch of reassurance. "What have I told you about apologizing? Not all of those memories are bad," he points out. "The humans would leave us alone for stretches of time while we were healing, and there were moments of peace amidst the suffering. Remembering those bits brings some solace."

Intrigued by the glimpses of tranquility he experienced, you express your curiosity. "Like what? What are some of the moments you remember from those times?" you ask, eager to hear the fragments of solace that reside in Levi's heart.

Levi's face softens with a bittersweet smile as he reminisces. "Izzy, she was a Harpy. Much younger than Furlan and me," he recalls. "She had this playful habit of plucking her feathers and sticking them into Furlan's fur while he was asleep. It became a little game for her, trying to see how many she could place before he woke up. And let me tell you, that Lynx was always furious once he opened his eyes."

You can't help but laugh at the image painted by Levi's words. "They sound like they were a lot of fun," you remark, enjoying the lighter memories that bring a sense of warmth and camaraderie to the forefront.

Levi's nod carries a mix of nostalgia and sorrow. "For a while, it felt like we were a team, standing together against the world," he recounts. "They would be taken away for fights, but they always returned with only a few scratches. We would swipe extra food from the guards, making plans to escape that place. The plans were probably silly and unrealistic, but Furlan had a keen mind and a keen eye. It gave us hope... a glimmer of a future."

His voice wavers with emotion as he continues, his words heavy with grief. "But then, one day... everything changed. They both returned, but this time missing limbs. And I was left alone. Their bodies were taken away for harvesting, even before they had a chance to grow cold."

By the time Levi finishes speaking, his voice cracks and his eyes well up with tears, the pain of loss and abandonment raw and visible. It's a moment of vulnerability that he shares, allowing you a glimpse into the depths of his sorrow.

“Levi..” Understanding the depth of Levi’s pain, you instinctively pull him closer, wrapping an arm around his back and offering comfort without words. You don't apologize, even though the words burn right on the tip of your tongue. Instead you just let him press his face into your neck for several moments. His shoulders heave and you feel a wetness there, but you hold him without judgment or comment.

As you both find solace in each other’s presence, you become aware of the soft morning light gradually illuminating the horizon through the cave opening. The colors of dawn paint the sky in hues of peach and pink, signaling the beginning of a new day. A gentle sigh escapes your lips as you remark, “So much for talking you back to sleep…”

“Wasn't going to work anyway,” he sniffles quietly, pulling away from your neck. “You know that.”

“Let's at least talk about something happy next time,” you pat his back softly. You take a moment to appreciate his beauty, even with traces of tears lingering on his face. There’s a certain grace to his features, the faint pinkness around his eyes adding a touch of vulnerability.

“Sure,” he replies earnestly. However, his attention suddenly shifts, and he yawns, exposing his sharpened teeth in a display that is both charming and slightly intimidating. His gaze drifts past you, capturing something outside.

Following his line of sight, you turn your head and see it. Flakes of snow dance through the air, creating a serene and magical scene. “It’s snowing,” you remark, a smile tugging at your lips. The sight brings a sense of wonder and delight, momentarily shifting the mood to something lighter and filled with beauty. It's just a light dusting. The temperature must've dropped, turning the steady rain into a sudden flurry. You frown, “So much for the warm streak.”

A sharp, cold breeze cuts through the air, prompting Levi to seek warmth and shelter in the familiar embrace of your neck. His tail coils around you protectively, creating a comforting barrier. “It won’t last,” he reassures you, his voice carrying a hint of optimism or perhaps a recognition of the approaching shift in weather. Considering his ability to sense the last storm beforehand, it’s possible that he has an intuition for such changes.

“Hopefully this is the last snow. Spring can’t be that far off,” you express with a hopeful tone. In response, Levi tightens his grip on your hip, his nails gently pricking against your skin. It’s a subtle gesture, but it speaks volumes.

“Mhmm,” Levi mutters tiredly into your neck. His nose unintentionally brushes against the column of your throat, a momentary connection that goes unnoticed by your fatigued mind. Unlike your companion, the cold weather might not be enough to induce tiredness, but the warmth and weight of Levi’s presence cause the lingering exhaustion from earlier to surge forward.

With heavy eyelids and a weary mind, you find yourself succumbing to sleep, finding solace in the comforting embrace and the intimacy of the moment. The accidental brush of Levi’s lips against your throat becomes a fleeting sensation, a mere fragment of the shared closeness between you.

Heavy eyed, your tired brain barely processes the accidental bump of his lips to your throat.

A memory you had forgotten suddenly floods back into your consciousness, emerging in fragments. Sensations of pain, warmth, and wetness mingle together, and the feeling of fingers pressing against the column of your throat becomes vivid. Lips pressed urgently against your own, their urgency palpable. Breath and tongue intertwining with a frantic sense of passion. The taste of iron, a metallic flavor that lingers.

Realization dawns upon you, and you can't believe you had forgotten. "You kissed me," you express, the words escaping your lips with a mix of surprise and understanding. The weight of the memory resurfaces, bringing with it a swirl of emotions and questions.

Levi’s head shoots back in surprise, his cheeks dusted with a faint pink hue. His eyes widen, brimming with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension, as he struggles to meet your gaze. “You remember,” he murmurs, his voice filled with a blend of relief and uncertainty.

You start to express your disbelief at having forgotten the kiss, your voice tinged with a mix of confusion and curiosity. “I can’t believe I forgot,” you begin, your words trailing off as you struggle to comprehend the reasons behind his action. “I was dying, why would you-”

Levi interrupts you, his voice shaky and hurried, as if attempting to convey his thoughts before they slip away. “It… it wasn’t like that,” he stammers, his words laden with sincerity. “It was to help you heal.”

That's what you had suspected, and now it becomes clear. "Heal me?" you repeat, seeking confirmation.

Levi's voice trembles as he rushes to explain himself. "My saliva heals, you know that," he says, the uneasiness evident in his tone. "I had to get it into your system. I've never tried that before, but I didn't know what else to do."

The memories flood back, each detail etched vividly in your mind. You recall his urgency, the unmistakable worry in his voice. His fingers holding the base of your skull had trembled despite his attempt to project confidence. He had been desperate to save you, someone he had barely known at that point. It dawns on you how deeply he cared, even in those early moments of your connection.

Feeling a surge of confidence in the face of Levi's anxiety, you hold his gaze firmly, your words pouring forth with surprising ease. "I like you."

Levi's reaction is immediate. His jaw drops, his lips forming a perfect round 'o'. His eyes widen, accentuating the intensity of his stormy grey irises. The fingers that press against your back and hip tremble noticeably. He stammers, struggling to find his words. "I-" he begins, his voice strained. He takes a deep, heavy swallow. "Shit."

Your confidence wavers, “You don't-”

“No. No,” As Levi hurriedly interrupts you, his thumb pressing firmly into your hip, you feel a rush of relief. The deepening blush on his cheeks and the rosy tone of his skin reveal his own vulnerability. The pointed tips of his ears glow with warmth, mirroring the emotions stirring within him. “I’ve just- I’ve never done this before,” he confesses, his voice tinged with a mix of nervousness and sincerity.

The realization that he feels the same way fills you with a comforting warmth. The connection between you seems stronger than ever, and your chest swells with a sense of joy and contentment.

As you cup Levi's jaw and pull his lips closer, a hint of anticipation fills the air. Your tongue darts out to moisten your own lips, and his gaze becomes fixated on the subtle movement, almost as if entranced. "Do it again," you whisper, your voice filled with a mixture of desire and longing.

His throat bobs as he swallows heavily, the intensity of the moment palpable. His eyes remain locked on your lips, and his chin dips forward, inching closer to you. But before anything more can happen, he breaks the silence with a plea in his voice. "Don't..." he begins, his eyes briefly meeting yours before flicking away, "...don't choose me because I'm it. Because I'm the only option."

You feel a surge of tenderness for him, understanding his fear and vulnerability. With a gentle touch, you caress his cheek, guiding his gaze back to meet yours. "Levi," you say softly, your voice filled with sincerity, "I choose you because of who you are, not because of any circumstance. You're not just an option, you're the one I want."

Levi's eyes search yours, searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation. And in that moment, you both find solace and reassurance in each other's presence.

As your fingers intertwine in Levi’s hair, his heavy-lidded eyes flutter beneath your touch. His expression reveals a mixture of longing and vulnerability. “I’m choosing you because you’re you,” you begin, your voice filled with sincerity. “You call me kind, but you’re the kind one. Kinder than anyone I’ve ever met. And you care��”

Before you can finish your sentence, his lips crash into yours. It's messy and hesitant. It’s a tender and exploratory kiss, filled with a gentle longing. The angle is awkward, noses bumping against each other, but the intensity of the moment overrides any clumsiness. Eyes pinched closed, you feel the warmth of his exhale as his nose blows a puff of hot air into your cheek from where it's mashed against your own. The world around you fades as a pleasant buzz fills the back of your head, amplifying the connection between you.

“Mhmm.” A soft moan escapes your lips, expressing the pleasure and desire that courses through you. Levi responds with a low groan, momentarily pulling back, but your grip on the back of his head prevents him from retreating too far. With a longing and hunger, you draw him back in, capturing his plump bottom lip between yours and sucking on it gently. The sensation sends a jolt of electricity through your bodies, deepening the intimacy and igniting a growing flame of passion between you.

“Shit,” he moans, chest heaving against your own. Lost in the intensity of the moment, Levi's moan reverberates through your connected mouths, echoing the depth of his desire. His chest rises and falls rapidly against yours, mirroring the racing rhythm of your own heartbeat. There's an unapologetic rawness to his kisses, a desperation that fuels the urgency in his movements.

His lips work fervently against yours, the sound of his groans serving as a melodic backdrop to your passionate exchange. The pressure of his nails digging into your shoulders is a mixture of pleasure and possessiveness, fueling the fire that burns between you. With one hand cupping the back of your head, he kisses you with an insatiable hunger, exploring every inch of your mouth as if searching for a deeper connection.

As you suck on his bottom lip, teasing the plump skin with your teeth, his loud groan reverberates through your bodies, sending shivers down your spine. The sound resonates with a primal energy, intensifying the already intoxicating atmosphere. Your heart races, consumed by the overwhelming emotions coursing through you.

"Levi," you murmur breathlessly, a mix of longing and adoration in your voice, encapsulating the depth of your connection in that simple utterance.

A long and whiny exhalation of your name comes in response. You can feel his fangs, you realize. Two hard lines that press into your bottom lip. Savoring the sensation of his fangs pressing against your bottom lip, you become acutely aware of the primal edge to your connection. It’s a subtle reminder of his nature, a thrilling mixture of danger and desire. With your tongue peeking out, you trace the length of one fang, feeling the hardness beneath your touch. The anticipation builds as you press your tongue between his lips, inviting him to taste you.

Levi gasps in response, his long lashes fluttering against your cheek. The heat and wetness of his mouth engulf you, intensifying the intimate exchange. His moans escape freely, a testament to the pleasure coursing through his veins. The fingers cupping the back of your head tremble with desire, their grip tightening on your hair, combining pleasure and urgency.

As his tongue meets yours, a new layer of intimacy is unveiled. His tongue, thinner than yours, slides slowly against your own, exploring the contours of your mouth with deliberate movements.

The pink muscle laps searchingly into your mouth, curiously gliding along the blunt edges of your teeth. You like the way he groans into you, filling you with passion and hot breath. The relentless exploration of his tongue within your mouth fuels your desire, amplifying the intoxicating connection between you. You relish in the sensation of his warm, searching muscle gliding along the edges of your teeth, a mingling of curiosity and passion. The way he groans into the kiss sends shivers of pleasure down your spine, igniting a fire within you.

Levi's hold on you is both possessive and tender, a delicate balance of strength and care. His tail wraps tightly around your waist, creating a sense of closeness and security. Encouraged by his response, you reciprocate with equal fervor, pushing the kiss deeper, immersing yourself in the sensation of his soft tongue against your own. Each of his teeth, sharp and pointed, adds to the thrilling intensity of the moment.

The taste he carries, a blend of darkness and danger, entices and captivates you. It's an alluring essence, a mysterious and masculine flavor that stirs your senses. The desire for more of him, for that enigmatic darkness, consumes your thoughts. Eagerly lapping at the sensitive underside of his tongue, you revel in the way his entire body quivers against yours, from the tip of his tail to the fingertips that hold you so intimately. The shared passion and pleasure bind you together, creating a moment of pure connection and desire.

Levi’s gasped plea against your lips resonates with a desperate intensity, mirroring the fervor that fills the air between you. As he pulls away, leaving a lingering and shallow kiss on your lips, you notice the delicate shade of pink that flushes his cheeks, contrasting against his normally composed demeanor. “C-careful,” he advises shakily. His eyes, once soft grey, now smolder with a dark and heated intensity, like swirling smoke that dances with desire. “My teeth are sharp.”

His shaky warning about his sharp teeth doesn’t deter you. In fact, it only adds to the allure, igniting a teasing spark within you. You brush your nose against his with a playful gesture, savoring the heightened anticipation that courses through your veins. “Do you not want me to press in?” you inquire, a touch of mischief lacing your words.

Levi’s response is quick, fueled by a mix of desire and concern. “No,” he breathes, his voice laden with urgency. “Just don’t want you to get hurt.”

The realization dawns upon you—he enjoys the intensity of you taking control, tempting the sharpness of his teeth. The embarrassed flush that rises along his cheekbones serves as evidence of his pleasure. With a reassuring smile, you make a promise to him. “I’ll be careful,” you assure, your voice filled with sincerity and affection.

Leaning forward, you capture his lips once again, savoring the way he shudders against you. His tail, a tangible symbol of his desire, tightens around you in a needy throb, further fueling the growing intensity between you. In this moment, you both find solace in each other’s touch, exploring the depths of desire and connection that have blossomed between you.

Sucking hungrily on his bottom lip, the sound that escapes Levi's mouth is scandalously loud, resonating with raw desire. It's as if his entire being craves the sensation of your lips against his. His mouth readily opens, inviting you in, and the slide of your tongues becomes an urgent dance of passion. It's a mix of countless little kisses and one long, intoxicating embrace, the boundaries blurring as the intensity between you heightens. The result is a deliciously sloppy kiss, leaving your chin coated in a thin layer of moisture.

Levi's movements become more assertive as he rolls onto his back, pulling you over him. His eagerness is palpable in every little hum and groan that escapes his lips, spurring you forward with a sense of urgency. Moaning loudly, his hips rise from the bedding, crashing hard against your own in a desperate rhythm. Your heart thuds in your chest, matching the fervor of the moment. In the midst of this passionate exchange, you become acutely aware of the heat radiating through your body, pooling at your center, and the growing wetness between your thighs. The sheer intensity of the connection between you fuels a primal desire that cannot be denied.

Levi’s head falls back against the bedding, his chest heaving as he pants for air. His expression is a mix of daze and vulnerability, making him look even more captivating with his darkened eyes and swollen lips. The disheveled state of his hair adds to his allure, and you can’t help but smile down at him, your fingers gently attempting to tame the wild strands.

“I’m probably shit at this,” he admits, his voice laced with uncertainty.

“You’re not,” you assure him, your smile growing warmer. His anxious fingers trace circles into the skin beside your spine, a clear sign of his nerves. “I’m guessing you don’t have a lot of experience?”

Levi’s cheeks flush with a deeper shade of pink, his gaze shifting slightly. “No, not really,” he confesses softly. Levi's worry is evident as his lips purse and his gaze shifts slightly. His self-consciousness tinges his confession, "Should've been obvious with the way I fucking missed at first."

You cup his chin gently, your thumb brushing across his lips in a soothing gesture. "The angle was just bad," you reassure him, trying to alleviate his concerns. "To be fair, I'm not too much more experienced than you." Your honesty shines through as you admit, "Just a handful of kisses here and there, mostly during my teenage years."

Levi's tense expression softens, and he looks at you with a mix of relief and curiosity. "Really?" he asks, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

You nod, offering a reassuring smile. "Really. We can explore and learn together, taking things at our own pace."

His shoulders visibly relax, and a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "I like that idea," he says softly, his voice filled with a newfound sense of excitement and comfort.

“I didn't know it would be like that,” Levi exhales softly, his eyes fluttering closed as he reflects on the intensity of the moment. Unable to resist the urge, you gently smooth back his bangs, your touch conveying comfort and affection. Eyes fluttering open, he licks his lips, humming at the lingering taste of you.

His hand glides down your back in a single, sweeping motion, leaving behind a trail of warmth that elicits a fond sensation deep within you. It’s a touch that speaks of familiarity and tenderness, making your heart buzz warmly in your chest. Eager to be even closer to him, you wriggle closer and rest your head high on his chest, finding solace in his steady heartbeat. Planting another quick kiss on the swell of his throat, you cherish the closeness and the connection you share.

Curious to know his thoughts, you ask, “Like what?”

“Overwhelming and sort of dizzying.” Levi shifts, his arms encircling you in a tight embrace, pulling you into his comforting hold. As the bit of his tail that was wrapped around your waist loosens, it delicately moves to coil around your legs, creating a soft clasp. With a hint of playfulness in his voice, he suggests, “Maybe you are a witch after all.”

You laugh, a soft and genuine sound, as you pat his chest affectionately. "It was the same for me," you say, a warmth filling your voice.

Levi swallows audibly, his eyes fixated on your lips. The desire in his gaze is evident, and his hesitance is tinged with anticipation. With a slight nod of his chin, he silently communicates his yearning, seeking permission and an invitation to continue the intimate exchange.

Smiling, you raise your head to barely meet his lips, your breath mingling in the small space between you. The kiss is soft and teasing, a gentle invitation to explore further. "We have nothing else to do today," you murmur, feeling the cozy atmosphere inside as a stark contrast to the raging snowstorm outside. "How about we practice?" you suggest playfully, emphasizing the word "practice" with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

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[hapan-in-exile]

Volume 2 - Post #8: Making the Bed

Another installment in this ongoing serialized fanfic

Genre: Mandalorian x Fem Reader

Total word count: 2.3K (of 21K total in Volume 2)

Rating: Explicit - smut, language, +18 *NSFW*

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VIII. Did you just hallucinate your alarm going off? It's probably time to start making your rounds. Wait, that's not right. You had to leave the hospital when...fuck, your head is so heavy. 

The Rebellion is over. There is no more hospital. You are not a soldier. Hell, you’re not even a real doctor. You’re a nursemaid now. You’ve fallen asleep sitting in the cockpit with the kid dozing in your lap, so just relax.  

Why is there so much shouting? 

Well, it's the emergency room of a field hospital in the middle of a galactic civil war. The new soundtrack of your life is a constant drone of yelling and sirens, and machines beeping. 

No, no. Remember, you’re not at the hospital anymore. You’re onboard the Razor Crest.

Ugh, it smells like low tide and rotting fish. Or did someone vomit? Did you? 

That would be so embarrassing if you just threw up on the baby. Mando would seriously start to question your fitness for child rearing. 

But, hey, you guys are partners now, right? Or you will be soon if you don’t fuck up this job on Berchest. 

Aaah! A hand grabs you roughly. You jerk back and struggle to get away, but the grip on your shoulder is too strong. 

No, no, no! 

Is this a battle? If it was, you’re likely about to die. If some stormtrooper had found you in this state…you’re completely defenseless. It might be better to let yourself fall further under rather than fight your way back to consciousness.

At least this way, you won’t feel what happens next to your mortal body. You’re so weary. Is there even any fight left in you? 

Where are you? When are you? Was this a stupid place to die, amidst the acrid smell of salt and sulfur? 

Had you been brave up to this point? 

Better to die now, peacefully, than to face torture at the hands of the Empire. You promised yourself that you’d never let them take you alive. Every Rebel soldier heard the stories. They would find the means to break your mind. Eventually, you would talk and betray your people. You could still sleep soundly at night after deserting the Consortium ... but to lead Imperials straight to their door? The blood of a billion Hapans would be on your hands. 

It's the reason why the penalty for leaving Hapes was death.

And there’s a certain relief in that, an easing in your heart, to know that you’d rather face death than endure capture. That made you brave.

May the goddess receive me...

Then, another hand seizes you. Someone was turning you onto your back. Suddenly, you feel weightless. Maybe this was ascension?

It felt like some… some thing, some entity was reaching out for you, beckoning you onward. The goddess? Was she welcoming you into her eternal embrace?

Stay with me...someone pleads.

The immensity of their love envelops you, chasing away any fear of finding loneliness at the end. Instead, you are surrounded by a yearning to be together always. Stay with me.

“Damnit, stay with me, Thuli!”

It was a blessing to be this loved. You feel ready. 

Expecting to see the aura of the Nebula one last time, that bridge to the gods—

When you open your eyes, it’s Mando’s black view plate you see. He's here, crouched on one knee before you. 

“My hero,” you smile weakly at him. 

It’s so dark behind the folds of the drop cloth curtain it takes a moment for you to notice where you are, sitting on the grated deck of the cargo bay with your back propped up against the weapons locker. 

“You’re awake.” It’s not until Mando pulls his hand away from your face that you realize he’d been cradling your cheek in his bare palm. 

Warmth rushes to your skin. The lingering touch from his fingers burns through the chill clinging to your bones, heat spreading throughout your body like wildfire.

You’ve never seen him without his gloves on before. The sight of his fingernails and the creases of his knuckles is so much more intimate than you expected. 

Why had he taken off his glove? Unable to stop yourself, you look up to stare into the view plate as though this time, with sheer force of will, you might be able to see through the reflective surface and find meaning in his eyes.

“How are you feeling?” He asks, a dark rumble in his chest.

You look down at yourself. Someone had put your robe on.

Well, someone had wrapped your robe around your shoulders and cinched it at the waist. It’s a thoughtful gesture, nonetheless, since your beautiful dress has been reduced to a few remaining scraps of fabric held in place by the generous curves of your ass and thighs. 

“I’m alive,” you say to yourself as much as him. “Are the kids safe?”

He nods, “Up in the cockpit.”

Everyone was safe. Praise the goddess! Except, she wasn't the one who carried you back to the ship.

“Thank you," you say with all due sincerity. "I knew you'd get us back home." 

“Home," he says quietly, rolling the word over his tongue like he's tasting it. Then he asks, “Does this make us even?” in his wry tone.

“I wouldn’t know, Mando," you reply, brow arched. "You’re the only one keeping score.” 

Still grinning coyly at him, you pull an arm through the sleeve of your robe and wince. Nope. Everything hurts.  

“You could have told me you got torn up on the ladder.” Beyond the anger, there was a lingering fear in Mando's voice. It was deep and gruff, surrounding you inside the small enclosure of heavy canvas.

Your fingers drift over your collarbone to where the metal shard had gone through. Your muscles tense, expecting pain, but it's merely an echo. And when you take a deep breath, crisp air fills your lungs instead of blood.

“How bad was it?”

“I thought I might lose you.” The Mandalorian says, at once full of aggravation and relief. “You were so cold. I could barely feel your heartbeat.”

Right. He’d taken off his glove to check your pulse.

“The torpor aids in healing,” you explain by way of an apology. 

“Not fast enough,” he replies flatly. 

There’s a sudden pinch at your neck, like the prick of an insect bite, and you instinctively raise your hand to slap away the sting. Then, every ounce of pressure melts away, your head starts to feel fuzzy, and your lips go numb. 

“Whoo! Okay, wow. I forgot how quick that Bacta comes on.”

You place both palms flat against the floor to steady yourself as the ship begins to sway beneath you. “Just helping yourself to my medical supplies, I see?”

Mando twists on his heels to sit down next to you, the leather of his boots creaking. He extends one muscular leg out, and the other, he tucks under him, resting an elbow over his bent knee. “Captain’s privilege,” he says in a low growl.

“Oh?! Are you the captain?”

You snort, laughing at your own joke.

Careful, Thuli. The drugs and exhaustion are gonna make your tongue loose and foolish. 

Following his example, you stretch out your legs and cross them at the ankle. With both arms now secured in the fluttering sleeves of your robe, you wrap them closely around your stomach so the tip of your elbow only just touches his thigh. 

You clear your throat, “So how did I do on my first mission, Captain?”

"It's not a mission. And even if it were, I'm sure it's not your first," he huffs in disbelief. 

“Yes, truly! Seven years in the Rebellion, no one ever risked relying on my leadership before this.”

“Maybe they had better sense.” His helmet nods significantly towards the carbon freezer, an empty cartridge block prepped and waiting. “You are, as of yet, empty handed.”

“Hey, I was just supposed to find the guy.”

You stop yourself from punching him on the shoulder, which would undoubtedly hurt you more than Mando. It's always such a strange sensation to be this near to him. The cold of the Beskar and the warmth of his body radiating in equal measure. “He’s stashed at a safe house in Old Town, by the way. Apartment block D ... five two seven.”

Mando's deep sigh spills out through the modulator in a staticky crackle. “I didn’t expect you’d be this determined to prove yourself.”

“You must not know many doctors.” And you chuckle thinking about what a sick bunch of masochistic keeners you are all. It's a self-selecting profession.

“Can’t say that I do,” Mando answers. "Mandalorians are trained to be warriors, not healers."

“After seeing the scars all over your body, I don’t doubt that.” 

You’d meant the remark to be teasing, but of course, everything sounds suggestive coming out of your mouth. Yet, he didn’t stiffen or pull away this time. A voice inside your head urges you to enjoy the companionship before he remembers to be stern and closed off again. It seems almost dying in his arms has convinced the Mandalorian to cut you some slack. 

After a moment's awkward silence, he turns his helmet theatrically to give you a once over, adding, “You’ve got a few yourself.” 

You cough to hide the childish giggle building in your throat when you realize just how much of your body Mando must have seen while cleaning you up. The blood is washed from your skin, and your hair's no longer thick with salt. He must have put you in the fresher.

So distracted thinking about all the fuss he’d gone to, you almost miss him asking, “I thought your healing left no trace?”

He was talking about your scars. You shrug. “It’s true. I could remove them…but some scars make for good reminders.”

“What about this one?”

A little thrill runs all the way from your stomach to your toes when the bare finger of his right hand reaches over to trace the silvery outline of scar tissue encircling your elbow. He’s sitting so close, it wasn’t much of a reach. Your heart clenches when you notice how little space separates you, legs stretched out beside each other.

Your skin is cool against the warmth of his touch. The pads of the Mandalorian’s fingers were callused from wielding swords and blasters, but somehow, they were also soft, as smooth and soft as the inside of his oiled leather gloves. 

“These are old marks,” he says finally. “You were just a child.”

“Ten, I think.”

“And what lesson did this scar teach you?”

“Hmmm, I imagine Mandalorians must have some version of this fable…it starts with a beautiful princess.”

He pauses, then asks, “Are you the princess in this story?”

“It’s a fable,” you spread your hands helplessly. “There has to be a princess. Okay. So, on one of her walks in the forest, the princess came across a lion—”

“You were bitten by a lion?”

“I’ve told this story to school children who didn’t interrupt me this much. Do you want to hear it, or not?”

“I don’t know,” he says impatiently. “Is this related to the teeth marks on your arm?”

“The lion is caught in a hunter's trap and begs the princess to free him. The lion promises in exchange for her help that he, the king of beasts, will serve and protect her. The princess, thinking how powerful she will be with a lion at her side, opens the trap, and he devours her."

“What kind of—" Mando begins to ask before you raise a hand.

“The next princess who comes across the lion caught in the hunter's trap is less foolish. She wants to help the lion but fears that he will attack her once freed. Thinking herself clever, this princess asks for the lion’s oath to serve and protect her before she agrees to free him. But after, when she opens the trap, the lion devours her, too, because of her pride, thinking the lion would do her bidding.”

“This story reminds you to…what?” Mando interjects. “Never to trust an enemy? To strike at them when they are weakest?”

“No! Wait for the next part. By now, the lion has developed a taste for princesses, so he knows what to do when the next one comes across his path. He places a paw in the hunter’s trap and begs for her help. In exchange, the lion says he will vow to serve her.” 

Mando mumbles something about the absurdity of all these women wandering alone through the wilderness, but you pretend not to notice.

“This princess did not take the lion at his word. ‘You are a lion,’ said she, ‘it is not in your nature to serve. I will free you because it is an act of mercy.’ And instead of having the lion swear an oath he couldn’t keep, she showed him how to dismantle the trap and ran, knowing that by the time the lion was free, she would be clear of the forest.”

“So, she didn't free him?” He asks incredulously.

“What?” you laugh, which didn’t hurt quite so much with the Bacta working. “I think it’s implied that he gets free...but, like, after enough time for her to run back to the castle.”

It feels good to laugh like this, like his presence beside you didn’t make you nervous.

“Fine," he groans, exasperated. "So, are those bite marks on your arm from a lion?”

“Yes!” You raise your eyebrows dramatically. If he wasn’t wearing those damn pauldrons, you really would take a shot at him. “Lady Shaila gave the Queen a litter for her birthday, and even though they ate table scraps from my hands every day as cubs, that didn’t stop one of them from mauling me. Because I was like the first two princesses, foolish and prideful.”  

“How did it happen?” Now that the allegory is over with, he's much more keen to listen. 

“I slipped or tripped, or something, running on the marble floors. The movement startled one of the cats while they were napping, and it snapped at me. Terrifying as it was, it was all over in a matter of seconds.”

“And this is something you want to remember?” Mando scoffs. “Bitten by a lion at the age of ten.”

“Which taught me caution!”

It’s a challenge to control the volume of your voice while flying this high on drugs. All of your mannerisms tend to amplify in the extreme. You try to keep yourself contained, sitting close as you were, from jabbing him in the stomach. But you find yourself talking with your hands, waving them about for emphasis. “It reminds me that some forces cannot be tamed. To be kind without the expectation of reward. There’s lots of important lessons in that fable.”  

“Will you keep this one?” He asks, pointing to the gash above your collarbone.

“I’m not sure what lesson to take from this.” You say honestly. “That I’m not a very good bounty hunter, I guess?” 

“I’ve known worse.” The dry humor in Mando’s voice brings a smile to your face. “It was a good plan,” he shrugs. “And you showed flexibility when it needed to change. Not everyone does.”  

“Hmmmmm, I did successfully locate the target…but I also cried on the job. A lot. I bet Mandalorians don’t cry. Bet it makes your helmet all musty.”

“The crying doesn’t bother me half as much as you scaring the hell out of me.” That tangled mix of aggravation and relief fills his words again. “I just spent the past hour wondering if you’d ever wake up. Your heartbeat was almost non-existent.”

“I’m ok.” And without thinking much of it, you reach for the wrist of his hand and place it directly over your heart. “See? It's getting stronger.”

The Mandalorian startles at your touch. No, not because of your touch, you realize with some embarrassment, rather at the position you’ve pulled him into, with his body draped over you.

The drum of your heartbeat thunders under his palm. Heat pools between your legs, and you feel a sudden slickness between your thighs.

Don’t, you tell yourself. He’s been avoiding you all week precisely because you are too bold. Only a prideful, foolish princess would do such a thing. But with his hand resting on your chest, the heel of his palm lightly cupping your breast, you feel that same familiar beckoning that called you back to waking.  

Stay with me.

You reach for a wall to pull up around the painful yearning that imbues every lustful thought awakening in your mind—thoughts he will probably hear and feel. But your heart says not to. Don't hide it from him!

“Am I the lion?” He asks, seemingly out of nowhere.

Your heart skips a beat, thinking you’ve misheard him. “F-f-from the fable…how do you mean?” 

The warmth of his hand leaves your chest to pinch your chin, lifting it up so he can see your face. 

“If you’re the princess in the story…" the Mandalorian says softly. "You showed me mercy—saved me—many times. In exchange, I've offered you my protection,” he continues, half under his breath.

“Do you think you should run from me? That I’ll devour you?”

Ah?!

Yes, dear gods, yes! an eager voice shouts behind your eardrums, put your mouth over every inch of my body and fucking eat me alive.

“Um…”

What exactly is he asking?

Your heart is racing, your body consumed by a hunger your mind screams warnings against.

“I…” Breath catches in your throat. The air around you feels thinner, like you might suffocate.

Despite the Bacta, all your muscles tighten in sweet, agonized anticipation.

Are you really going to do this?

After standing on the edge of a cliff for so long, hiding behind coy smiles and laughter...are you ready to plunge into the abyss? To prove to Mando, once and for all, that you won't run from him?

You don’t want to answer him with words.

You find his hand resting on your cheek and lace your fingers together. Holding his gaze, you slide your leg across his stomach and straddle his waist. His stifled gasp of surprise is, alone, worth the cost of courage.

Tendrils of your wet, tangled hair spill forward, cascading over your shoulders and onto his chest. With his hand still held to your cheek, you turn your head and tenderly kiss his palm, then further until you can kiss the tips of his calloused fingers.

They come alive, tracing the curve of your lips. You imagine he must long to kiss them, to feel your mouth open beneath his and explore. So that's exactly what you do—open your mouth so he can slide his fingers over your soft, wet lips.

"Mmmf," the Mandalorian's deep, guttural moan sends both the modulator and your insides humming.

He rolls his middle and forefinger across the slick surface of your tongue, his skin tasting of salt and the leather tannins of his gloves. Your cunt clenches at the sound of his hitched breathing and the way he inhales sharply whenever your lips close around his fingers to suck them slowly.

Astride his hips, there's only the heat of his fingers as they glide down your neck, drawing a wet line between your breasts, circling delicately. Then, urgently, both his hands grasp your thighs almost painfully tight over the threadbare robe.

Pushing upward with the heels of his palms, the fabric parts easily under his firm grip. The inexpertly tied knot at your waist unfolds like blossoming petals to expose your breasts, stomach...everything laid bare beneath his gaze.

He pulls back for a moment to speak in a low, rough whisper, "So beautiful..."

Fervently, his thumbs crest the curve of your hips, pressing soft flesh into the sharp concave of bone. His fingers would leave bruises. Good. It was proof for tomorrow that when you wake up, you'll know this wasn't just some fever dream.

The tips of his fingers reach down, grasping and gathering the swell of your ass in his hands before dragging them back upward, gently pulling you apart. Another clenching throb sends your body trembling with pleasure when his hips rock upward, thrusting himself further between your thighs until you feel the swell of him press against you.

Lifting yourself up atop your knees, you wrap your fingers around his neck, thumbs pressing into the warm skin above his collar. The force of his desire surges through your shared consciousness. You lean down and kiss the steel jaw of the Mandalorian's helmet—an absurd gesture, to be sure, but in this moment, it feels full of uncomplicated yearning. 

This is what you wanted, since the first time he walked into your life, to realize your longing and admiration, and yes, love for him with the dizzying urgency of his hands threading into your hair and cupping your breasts.

His one naked hand glides over your thigh, slipping beneath the hem of your robe and pulling aside your dress so his deft, skillful fingers can dip between your legs, circling his thumb and whetting his knuckles between your drenched folds. A noise climbs up the back of your throat—something between a sigh and a whimper. Maybe both.

You're breathing in syncopation now. It's a heady, urgent rhythm that builds and echoes. Neither one of you utters another word, worried that you'll break whatever spell has brought this moment into being.

"Nnnnngh," he grunts next to your ear, and you honestly could come from listening to that sound. Your clit is throbbing like a second heartbeat.

Wrapping his arms around your waist, the Mandalorian pulls you back down into his lap, groaning between gritted teeth each time he rubs his thickening erection against you.

Oh fuck! Yes, you are definitely about to come.

Readying for the quenching of this agony—which was straining your soul to breaking—you don't really notice reaching between your thighs for the clasp of his belt. Not until he catches your hands by the wrist and pulls them away.

“What am I doing?” He growls hoarsely, his breath short and uneven. 

You flush and blurt out, “I’m—I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

What hadn’t you meant to do? You'd literally thrown yourself at him. The realization twists in your guts like a coiling knot.

“I—I thought ... was I wrong?” you ask, voice breaking into a million pieces. “Oh, gods...” Mortified, you bury your face behind your hands.

You'd felt his desire flooding over you, so forceful and certain...

“No!” Mando grips your wrists tighter in both hands, one clad in leather, the other digging into your skin. "Don't," he growls, shaking you until you relent and look at him. “Please, don’t think that.” 

“Then—”

You’re trying so desperately not to cry in front of him. If you weren’t sedated from the Bacta, you'd probably be sobbing already. When had things gone so horribly wrong?

“I just…I can’t,” is all he says. 

Can't?! He can't...what?

Was that the price of his oath? Did his Creed ask him to banish this euphoric joy? To sacrifice love?

Would he look back at this as a mistake? A regretful lapse in judgment?

Thank the gods, you're too high to cry about this, but not so high that you'd voice any of this out loud.

Neither one of you says anything more. Instead, you sit in silence, waiting for your bodies to accept that whatever was about to happen isn’t going to happen anymore.

After what might have been hours or mere minutes, Mando heaves you both back onto your feet. Released from his grip, you shrink back, unable to look at him, waiting for the first moment you can crawl inside the sleeping compartment and die of shame.

"This isn't because—” the Mandalorian starts to explain apologetically, but you raise both hands to stop him before he makes it worse. If he says something about not wanting to hurt you...you're barely holding it together as is.

"You don't have to do that," you assure him. "I understand."

And he sighs in frustration.

Staring empty-eyed and straight ahead, you catch a flutter of movement in your peripheral vision—the curtain opening. His body is framed against the dim light of the cargo bay. 

"Will you be ok?" He asks gently. "I won't be gone long."

“You're going after him? The...target?”

“Yes,” he says, sounding lost—worried, even.

Running a hand over his jaw beneath the Beskar helmet, he suddenly adds, “Do you want to help me bring him in?” as if he's surprised to hear himself ask that.

The Mandalorian lets the question hang between you, fragile as glass, waiting for you to say something. To catch his words — or let them fall and shatter. The choice was yours.

But you can't bear to watch him go...

“Are you sure you need me?”

After a deep breath that shifted his pauldrons, he nods, "Always."

Then, holding the curtain aside for you, he says, "Come on, let's go." 

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END OF VOLUME 2

Thanks for reading Volume 2 of my serialized Mandalorian Fanfic! Hope you enjoyed <3

Keep reading : Volume 3: 'I Know a Guy'

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