#was so fucked up i could barely breathe enough to stay conscious and was too weak to cough out the shit in my lungs

[clanoffelidae]

I don’t think I’m ever gonna be over how the whole zine incident wound up domino effecting into literally saving my life from COVID I am not exaggerating or stretching things even a little bit the devil works hard but whatever benevolent chaos deity guides my life works harder god bless

#tl;dr: zine incident sent me into withdrawal from my vyvanse #i was so fucked up from the withdrawal i couldnt stand #i shortly thereafter contracted severe covid #was so fucked up i could barely breathe enough to stay conscious and was too weak to cough out the shit in my lungs #the withdrawal earlier meant i had inadvertently stockpiled extra medication #i wouldve run out and gone into withdrawal while having covid had it not happened earlier with the zine #if not for the zine there is a fairly good probability covid would have killed me #the devil works hard but my benevolent chaos guardian works harder god bless

[prettyboykatsuki]

✮ tags ; pwp, fem + afab!reader, dubcon (reader is drunk af), dirty talk, rough-ish sex, the liiiightest yan undertone. 18+

✮ a/n ; im not a kiri fucker but i . had a thought in the shower

Kirishima fucks like he has something to prove.

That part of him hasn't changed, you think. It's a bad time to be reminiscing about such a thing, especially since your brain can't think of anything other than how good it feels to have such a thick cock buried in your sore, weeping cunt.

Kirishima has stopped briefly, just to bottom out and press his navel to your sex - so your brain has a little space to think. You don't know exactly how you've ended up here after thinking about it for a long time. The alcohol is making your head feel fuzzy and your lower half is weak, might melt into Kirishima's nice king size bed if you're not careful.

An hour ago, you had come off of work and joined some friends in an izakaya. Kirishima was there too, seemingly with his own friends. You hadn't seen him since middle school, when he shorter and more negative. You had a crush on him then, back before all the hero stuff.

It was refreshing to see a boy your age obsesses over something like being a perfectly chivalrous man. You were friend though not closely, and had a dopey school girl love affair that never came of fruition. You didn't speak to him after that, weren't close enough to ask - and watched him grow into a hero through televised events and news.

He's a pro now. He was much bigger than you thought he'd be. You didn't think men could get that big, unless they played basketball or something. He was shorter than you in middle school but when you saw him again in person, he was double your height. You had to crane your neck up just to get a good look at his face. Defined jaw and rugged, boyish charm that made your cheeks warm like you hadn't grown out of being a girl.

You thought he wouldn't recognize you since he's basically famous now, but he did. Flagged you down and whisked you away for drinks and catch up time. Your friends pushed you to go, so you did. You drank and spoke about nothing in particular and Kirishima seemed so enraptured with you - you thought the alcohol had fried your brain. Thoroughly tipsy and giggly, you admitted to having a crush on him in long and unnecessary detail. That you liked him, and seem to still if this feeling is anything to go by.

You hadn't expected anything of it. But he kissed you in the corner of the bar and asked if you had anywhere to be, hauled you into a taxi when you said no and made out with you on the way home. Put his hand underneath you shirt and squeezed your waist, said something about how cute you are. Always have been.

No one seemed to think anything of it when you left. Pro-Hero's escort drunk girls all the time, but you wonder if it's normal to fuck them? You wonder if Kirishima has practice in bring home drunk girls who are too big for their boots and too needy to be anything but sincere.

He's so good at fucking you, you aren't sure you'd mind that being true. Not like this.

He didn't give you any time to adjust to what was going on, every breath had him chasing more of you like he'd run out of time if he didn't rush. He carried you inside, licked your pussy while you laid against his kitchen counter and finger fucked you until you could take all eight inches of him. Was he always this relentless? You know he was never kind, no matter how much he seems it. He was always critical and cunning, but you didn't expect him to be so ruthless.

He doesn't let you off of his cock after he gets you on it. Makes you wrap your arms around his shoulders even though you barely can because he's so big. Makes you wrap your legs around his waist and tells you to hold tight as he walks you up the stairs with his cock still twitching. The whole thing makes your eyelids burn with pleasure, your body yearning to keep him inside of you for as long as you can stay conscious which is barely when you're this wasted.

He dropped you in his bed and fucked you in missionary. You think in the span of a few hours, you've spent more of it feeling his cock throb inside of you longer than you've spent without. He's too big, and fucks mean. There's no chivalry in it, just pure primal desire behind weight and heavy thrusts that make you gasp involuntarily.

You haven't stopped cumming. You've never done that so much in a row. Your body feels nearly numb as you think on it. He's been keep you like this for so long and the alcohol is making you lightheaded. You can barely understand what he's saying except that he's loved you for so long. You wonder if that's true. Your pussy likes it though, clenches every time he groans into your neck after the headboard hits the wall with his thrusts.

He fucks you like he wants to prove something to you. You don't know what exactly. You're drunk and floaty and you can't stop cumming and you can't think of anything other than how much you want him to fuck your brains out. How much you want him to cum, so deep in your pussy you'd have to push it out to get rid of it. How much you want to cum around his cock until you get so fuckdrunk you pass out on it.

A little pleasant catching up and now you can't unfurl your spine from the way it's raised, and your toes hurt from how tight they've curled. You feel ditzy with it. Didn't know cock could make you cum so much you turn stupid and babbling. It's all you've been doing and Kirishima doesn't seem to mind it all. Just laughs at your nonsense words and kisses you with sharp teeth and fucks you.

And fucks you and fucks you and fucks you, with your knees to your ears and your eyes blurry and hazed.

"Kirisihima-kun," You gasp at him, breathless and hot.

"Eijirou," He corrects with a nip to your mouth. "We won't leave each other now. Not anymore."

He punctuates with the promise with a thrust so deep you can't do anything but agree. You wonder if all this is trying to prove his love for you, but how you could that be true? It's been years.

Another thrust makes your lower belly clench, and something squirts out of you mid thrust. You're too hazy to feel self-conscious of it and Kirishima only laughs.

You close your eyes and let him have you. Again and again and again.

#kirishima smut #bnha x reader #bnha smut #writing tag #dubcon cw #aha nooo kirishima dont take advantage of me while im drunk and out of it haha nooo #<- SORRY LAMSDOFJKD

[captain-barnes-writes]

Solace

Summary: In which finding comfort in the arms of Bucky Barnes after Steve leaves turns into something more.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader, past relationship with Steve Rogers

Word count: 1.9k

Warning: Language, smut smut smut, unprotected sex, --18+

NOT PROOFREAD

Was it wrong to seek comfort in the arms of your ex boyfriend’s bestfriend?

Frankly, she knew it was. How wrong it looked in the eyes of others. She always questioned the choice she’d made all those months ago. The very conscious decision to kiss and find herself on top of Bucky Barnes whenever possible.

They both didn’t mean for it to happen. Y/N had found solace within Bucky after Steve just up and jumped into a time machine to live out his life with a woman he could never forget . Another decision that had been well thought out and conscious of the heartbreak and loss that it would ensue for those closest to him, especially the girl he’d told countless times he loved.

Her.

The person he’d shared more than a year with. It had been her who had been hurt the most, feeling blindsided as though she had meant nothing to him. As though she had not been enough for him to stay.

Now, she couldn’t really fathom to think of Steve Rogers much. Not when Bucky Barnes was on top of her. Not when she felt utterly consumed in his presence. And especially not when his metal arm was wrapped around her throat.

Fucking each other came so easy to them. The attraction had always been there, buried deep beneath the loyalty and respect they both had for Steve. But when the months passed and their paths crossed many times after that loss, it was quite impossible to not give into the longing looks.

God, it had really been impossible for them. Not when all she could focus on was the pink of his lips as he talked, her lashes fluttering as she tried so hard to keep her composure. Meeting his eyes didn’t make anything better because if she wasn’t staring at his lips, it was his eyes that really did it for her. The beautiful blue in them luring her in further into the attraction that once couldn’t be, and yet they both knew there was nothing stopping them any longer.

For Bucky, it was the same. The front of his pants tightened whenever he found himself in her presence. She was beautiful and he would’ve been lying to himself if he said he hadn’t found her attractive ever since the day they met. He’d never been a hopeless romantic nor did he believe in fairytales, but the tingles he felt when he first reached for her hand and she’d instead pulled him in for a friendly warm hug had literally made him shudder. He had laughed it off, still denying the feelings she’d lit inside him.

So when they both found themselves stumbling into her apartment after having met for dinner, it had been no surprise that their kiss sent tingles down each of their spines. It was needy, passionate and in the same way it felt like relief as well. Relief that they could give into something they had both yearned for a while and not feel any guilt as nothing was stopping them.

That had been months ago when they both succumbed to the fiery passion that had only been lit aflame with time. Now with a month of not having seen each other, it felt as though each of them were missing a little part of each other.

For Bucky, it was satisfaction that he felt too. To be able to feel the softness of her skin under his fingers, but most especially of his metal fingers on her bare skin and that she didn’t care, that she welcomed the cold of his prosthetic with breathy moans.

She breathed out, her eyes shadowed with pure admiration for the handsome man laying above her on the couch since they couldn’t even make it to the bedroom. It should’ve felt wrong, but it didn’t. It felt phenomenal to be wanted by someone like him. He was Bucky Barnes, who rarely showed his true emotions but with her and their common grief he’d been nothing but a light at the end of the dark tunnel she thought she’d never come out of.

“I missed you, Bucky.” She dared to say, voice soft yet laced with so much lust. It was simple to admit that she’d missed him. Every part of him. Him, his smile, his crinkly eyes. 

Just him.

Pretty lips so swollen and red, eyes wide and expectant as she looked at the handsome man above her. He couldn’t form a coherent response to her for a minute as he was on top of her, kissing those lips he’d had a craving for for too long.

“I missed you too, baby.”

She was addicting and he still couldn’t believe that he could touch her and she’d allow it, that she would visibly revel in his touch. That she wanted him just as much as he did, it was evident. Evident in the way she always kissed him, scratched at his back and moaned his name loudly into any room they found themselves wrapped up in each other.

His metal arm was cold against her skin, but despite this it didn’t bother her. The rest of his body radiated warmth and was enough to soothe her. His hands moved from being a tangled mess on her hair to her legs where he signaled for her to wrap them around his waist. She did so and felt every ridge of his strong body with her curious hands, from his hard stomach to his growing cock. Her hands swiftly unbuttoned his pants and slid her hands under his boxers. He was already rock hard and her nimble hands wrapped around the warm thick shaft, slightly squeezing him.

Their lips were still meshed together, unable to part from one another. Meanwhile his rough hand had pushed down the thin cotton pants she was wearing, showcasing her lavender panties and soft skin. His fingers pushed the delicate fabric aside and began to rub circles on her lips with his palm, while his fingers had arched down to work on her nub. At this, she pulled away from his lips to let out a breathy moan and her hand, too, had come to a halt in his boxers.  

He continued to rub his hands on her most sensitive area, building up what he could imagine would shatter her in the most beautiful way. His middle finger had slid inside her and his lips had attached to her neck sucking on her sweet skin. She smelled of honey and vanilla and tasted like it too and he’d be lying to himself if that didn’t make him harder. Y/N’s moans were music to his ears and he wanted to hear more of her, his body slowly moved downwards, kissing his traveling down and pushing her shirt up in the process so he could place wet kisses on her breasts and stomach.

Finally, he reached her most sensitive area and without hesitation, attached his lips on her clít. His tongue massaging the smooth area, lapping at her juices. Bucky’s metal arm had placed itself on her breasts, moving slowly against her nipple. The cold metal had made her shiver once but it brought another sense of excitement that she was unable to hold her head to keep watching him expertly lap at her clit. Her body was starting to shake at what Bucky was putting her through, it was a sweet sensation. Her stomach was starting to tighten, preparing her for what she knew would be a shattering orgasm. Feeling the slight shakes and whimpers from her, he quickly halted his movements.

“You’re gonna come when I’m inside you.” He said, voice laced with lust at the sight of her naked body sprawled on the large couch desperate for him to keep touching her. To get her to that finish line that made her mind and body swirl with incomprehensible joy. Her eyes were half closed, still in a high.

Her lips had attached to his, tasting her essence on his lips and tongue. It was exhilarating to her, being able to touch him and feel how warm he was. She broke free from him urging him to take his clothes off. With pure admiration in her face, she watched as he pulled his sweats along with his boxers down his legs. He was handsome and she was really about to fuck him yet again, she felt like the luckiest.

“Fuck me, Bucky. Please.”

He didn’t waste a single second before he was sinking his length inside her. Filling her to the hilt, until her nails met his back. The usual crescents forming on his back as she relished in the feeling of once again having Bucky inside her. Of being able to feel him and kiss him once again after months.

He felt so good fucking her. His hips already creating that same pattern that she’d come to love. Rough violent movements showing her how much he’d missed her. How much he’d missed the sweet taste of her, her juices in his mouth, the feel of her around him squeezing him.

“Baby you take me so fucking well.” He grunted as the girl below him could only moan in response. She felt delirious, entrapped in the feeling of being fucked into the cushion and enjoying every second of it. She loved it like this. So rough and loving all at once, hips slamming her and yet his hands still managed to carry their gentle touch. Running through her hair, caressing any part of her body where he felt she most needed it.

“You feel so good.”

“Yeah?”

With a bite of her lip, she fought against the roughness of his movements pushing her body upwards to meet the pistoning. She was more wet than she had ever been, the liquid a mess on her legs, on his, and on the cushion. She fucked him back knowing how much he loved that.

“I’ll never get tired of this.” Bucky said, voice low as though he didn’t want her to hear. But she did.

Their eyes met and all she could do when words failed her was to push her body up and take his lips between hers. Kissing him so fervently as he continued fucking her. She felt the same, she could never get tired of the man before her. She could never get tired of how their bodies molded so well together, how their lips met and suddenly everything was alright.

He was everything to her now. The past was just that now: the past. She didn’t think of Steve, not when she was with Bucky, not even when she was alone. Not when he appeared in magazines that still talked about captain america, of his trajectory, not when he came up in conversations as she walked by. That’s how she knew that she had truly moved on.

“Fuck Bucky, I’m gonna come.” She squealed as his metal hand began rubbing slight circles on her slick. The coldness of the prosthetic was just enough for the release her body needed. His dick was hitting her most sensitive spot inside her pushing her further and further from herself and within seconds, she was moaning his name into the room loudly.

Just that alone, seeing how he could get her to come so easily with his touch, Bucky began chasing his own release. She was wetter, pussy juices flowing down her legs and the slick noises of their skin slapping against one another.  Her walls spasming around him, constricting him so fervently that his release too followed within seconds of hers. Hips faltering and groans filling the room. In their own world, high off each other.

“I could never get tired of you either, Bucky.” She said against his chest moments later once they’d both came down of their high. Letting him know that she’d heard him and she felt the same. Chests still heaving, still tired and sweaty, but their hearts full yet again.

I’m so rusty lol but hope you guys like it 🫣

#Bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fic #marvel fanfic #marvel fic #fanfic rec #bucky barnes smut #Bucky Barnes x female reader #marvel fanficition #sebastian stan #steve rogers #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n

[icaruien]

more nanami content with top male reader pls 😩😩

You've got it, Captain!

Nanami Kento was a man on the run.

It was an inescapable hell of his own making. The ghosts of his youth and his failures were a perpetual monster clinging onto his shoulders, curses designated just for him. Kento did not make a habit of being a coward, but he could not afford staying in a place like this.

So, he ran.

He ran, and ran, and ran and he kept on running until Time became a loose construct that could not suspend him; until Space became a volatile concept that could not keep him afloat. The Universe was at a constant state of expansion, and Kento ran as if he was trying to see how far it would go.

('It expands a pretty damn long way,' was what Kento would answer if he were asked that question. But no one did, no one was ever given the chance to. Kento always ran before they could stop him just long enough to ask.)

So, it must be some big cosmic joke that Kento found himself landed back here once again, at the centre of your gravity, pulled in and desperately trying to pull away from the boundaries of your magnetic field. You were his best friend, his favourite What If, his greatest Could Have Been.

You were not supposed to be here, buried hilt deep inside of him and moaning out his name as if it was a prayer worth worship over.

His nails dug into the skin on your back, threatening to break through and into the flesh, but you didn't seem to mind. Your mouth was still on his skin, teeth painting yearning all over the canvas of his skin in shades of purples and blues.

Fuck, he hadn't done missionary in so long. Hell, he hadn't even had anyone like this in a long time. He was always too cautious, too hesitant of what he would reveal. But it was you—you with your charming smile and bright eyes—and if Kento couldn't trust you with himself, then he couldn't trust anyone; not even himself.

Kento should be self-conscious. He had changed across the years since he had left you—gotten better; gotten worse. He was not the boy you knew, then. He had grown out of it, grown into it, grown up into something else entirely.

But you smiled at him the same, held him the same, and he could not find it in himself to grieve the boy he used to be.

Kento had become Schrödinger's Cat, trapped in his youth and in his present. You kissed him the same, but you fucked him different. You cradled his face the same, but your cock dragged against his walls. You liked him the same, but you loved him different.

Kento's back arched, feeling the tip of your cock hit his prostate, and he found he didn't mind it at all. He didn't mind it a single bit as long as you kept painting stars in the dark abyss behind his eyes. He didn't mind it a single bit as long as you kept fucking him as if he was a man precious, a man loved. He didn't mind it a single fucking bit as long as you would just—

"Kento." Your voice was ragged, fucked out, high off endorphins and adrenaline and sex and him. "Fuck, Kento, you feel so good."

And Kento couldn't say a damn thing back, because you were inside him, fucking him good, making him shake, and for a moment, Kento wasn't running anymore. He wasn't running, and he was neither here or there, but he was still in your arms. He still had you.

"Come on," he grunted. His arms tightened around you, forcing your body closer against him. "I wanna feel you."

He felt your breath fan against his skin, soft and incredulous, but you indulged. Your pace picked up, hands wandering from his hips up his chest over to cradle his jaw. Your mouth met his in a sloppy kiss—all tongue and teeth—while your hips snap against him harder.

Kento could barely think, pre-occupied by the feeling of your cock fucking against him, hard and rough, damnation and salvation all at once. You didn't seem to mind, though; tongue fucking into his mouth in rhythm with the way your hips moved.

Kento was not a religious man, but he would believe in the existence of god just for a moment; just for you, just because of you.

Kento didn't believe that he could be saved, but he would like to be for a split-second. He wanted to be divine, wanted to be beautiful all over again, if only so that you would not have to stain yourself with his filth. So that he could have you, over and over again, and there would be no sin in the act of it.

"Kento," you murmured against his skin, as if you still couldn't believe he was quite real. He let out an ugly sound at the way you spoke his name; half a sob, half a whimper. "Kento. God, Kento. You're finally here. I've missed you."

But for now—

For now, perhaps, he could have you. For however short the while, for however mortal the moment is.

#the nerd in me jumped out for a second there my bad lol #but yeah idk i just miss him so much bring him back for me pls #nanami kento x reader #sub nanami kento #sub jjk #top reader #male reader #( ❅. ) yuan writes. #( ❅. ) ask box.

[userlando]

that anon is a genuis? the showering one 🥺

okay okay I’m still gonna write a full on fic but I wanted to do the showering together rn because I have no shame, but but I hope you enjoy this lil fluffy thing

take care of you (2.k words) lando norris x fem!reader sickfic

You were never sick, and that’s why Lando was getting worried. The both of you had always laughed at the thought of being ill, boasting a little too much about your amazing immune systems and now it’s come to bite you in the ass.

It had started as - what you thought was - a hangover, having a little too much to drink at the bar where Max had practically forced you to come two days ago. Lando hadn’t really been feeling it, still a little sore from the race a few days prior and in need of a night in where he could just relax. But you’d both gone eventually, had a good time and then you’d woken up violently ill the next morning.

Lando had set aside his aversion to vomit, quietly gagging as he tried to nurse you back to health. But it had become clear that it wasn’t just the aftermath of the night before coming to haunt you. Your nose had turned stuffy, voice hoarse and your fevers were running high. Dangerously so. Lando had never seen you so drained of energy before and it was starting to scare him.

He’d ignored your protests of staying away, not wanting him to catch whatever the fuck was making you feel like death was knocking on your front door but Lando was nothing but stubborn, glaring angrily at you when you tried to wave him off.

Max had dropped in to dump a plastic bag of medicine and everything a pharmacy held before fleeing, saying that whatever you had, he didn’t want it. You just wished Lando had the same attitude.

You didn’t want to admit it out loud though, that a part of you was glad that you had your best friend by your side to look after your basic needs when you couldn't. He always ran cold and it was a great advantage as he sat by your side as you went in and out of consciousness, placing his chilly hand on your forehead and cheek to hopefully stave off the fever.

By day two, he’d had enough. His stomach was twisting in worry, and he’d rang his mum three times - looking for advice or anything to help with her in a different country. You’d been a little delirious, skin slick with sweat as you laid on the bed; barely conscious and drifting between that place where you're not quite lucid, but you're also not completely knocked out. Lando would’ve thought that you were sleeping if it weren’t for the mouth breathing and little whimpers you occasionally let out when the pain in your head spiked out of nowhere.

It was three in the morning when you sniffled, waking up from your doze and blinking at him. You looked so miserable that he couldn’t help but feel sorry for you, brushing a few strands of hair sticking to your forehead and ignoring the fact that your hair was absolutely soaking. Anxiety was already gripping his heart in a fist and he couldn't handle feeding into it anymore, in fear of it bursting at the seams.

“Do you need anything?” He asked, voice quiet as to not worsen your headache but you still groaned like he’d put a megaphone to your ear and screamed into it.

You made a pathetic attempt at shaking your head, and the little gesture made him smile in endearment when you nuzzled the side of your face against the pillow; squishing your nose and mouth into the damp fabric.

“No.” You murmured. “‘s so hot.”

He glanced at the one too many covers and blankets on you, thinking that maybe he’d gone overboard with his mum’s advice to ‘let you sweat your fever out’.

“I know, bug.” He frowned a little. “You’ll be okay soon.”

“I feel like I’ve taken a nap in the devil’s arse.” You complained and Lando laughed, a bit relieved that your humour was still there.

He thought back on his mum’s advice that he’d immediately brushed off with heated cheeks as soon as the words left her mouth. Let her have a shower, it’ll do wonders for her, poor girl.

How was Lando supposed to get you in the shower when you hadn’t even left the bed for days? He glanced down at you and sucked his teeth, hands going to push the covers from your body before he could second guess himself. You made a sound of confusion when he grabbed at your hands, helping you sit up.

“What are you doin’?” Your speech was a little slurred, exhaustion clinging to your very soul and Lando ignored the pang in his chest at your rare vulnerability.

He’d ever only seen you like this when you were pissed out of your mind drunk, or when you were really sad. Or sick.

“We’re taking a shower.” He said, helping you stand up and you went easily, leaning heavily on him because the room was fucking spinning and he’d just said we.

The slow realisation made you yelp as he walked the both of you to the bathroom, and you gripped his hoodie in your hands in a lousy effort to stop him from walking any further.

“We? You’re not seeing me naked.” You said, feeling a little panicked at that thought.

Lando gave you a look you couldn’t decipher, pushing the door open with his foot and guiding you inside. He flipped down the toilet seat lid and gently sat you down and any other day you would've laughed at how much he acted like his mother when she fussed over her son or even you.

“Then we’re showering in our clothes.” He said, like it was that simple but it really wasn't that simple.

“We’re not.” You frowned but immediately stopped because fuck, that hurt your head. “Don’t be ridiculous, I’ll shower tomorrow when I've got my strength up.”

“You said that yesterday. You’re literally laying in your pool of sweat.” He pointed in the direction of your bedroom as if to get his point across and your mouth pursed in displeasure.

“You said you wouldn’t mention that.”

Lando’s eyebrows climbed to his forehead in exasperation and you flushed hotly. It was embarrassing and he’d promised not to make fun of you. Not that he was making fun of you, but still.

“You’re being an idiot.” He said, watching you pout a little at that and immediately feeling bad. He backtracked. “I mean… I don’t want you feeling faint and falling when I’m not here. I promise I won’t be a creep and look.”

You narrowed your eyes in disbelief and Lando placed both of his hands on his hips as he exhaled, the tips of his ear turning a nice shade of pink.

“Fine. I won’t look too much.” He swept a hand in the air. “Can we please get you in the shower? You’re starting to stink.”

“Now you know how I feel every day around you.” You muttered, ignoring Lando as he repeated your words in a mocking tone. “Okay, can you at least just… Look away?”

He regarded you with a contemplative look before nodding slowly, turning around and you stared at his back for a few seconds before starting to undress. Lando was patient, keeping his eyes firmly on the sink as he heard the shuffle of clothes and your noises behind him. You made a small sound that let him know that you were done and he stretched a hand out without turning or looking, offering his support as you stepped into the shower with weak legs.

You didn’t want to admit that he was right. You were in no shape or form to wash yourself without risking blacking out, but Lando thankfully didn’t say a thing as he let you draw the shower drapes to cover you.

You stood quietly, shivering and a little nervous as you heard him undress, nausea roiling your stomach and tying it into knots and you couldn’t figure out if it was because you were nervous or simply sick. It must’ve been a combination of two, you decided, thoughts spiralling until Lando’s voice echoed in the bathroom.

“You okay?” He asked and you nodded before you realised that he couldn’t see you.

“Yeah.” You flattened your palm against the tiled wall when you started feeling a little dizzy, squeezing your eyes shut. “Can you hurry? I’m feeling sick.”

The weakness in your voice must’ve triggered your best friend into action because he pulled the drapes aside and stepped in, grabbing your hand like it was a normal and every day occurrence to be standing in the shower. Naked.

You opened your eyes to find him looking intensely at your face, eyebrows pulled together worriedly and you gave him a shaky smile.

“Do you wanna lean on me?” He asked, tilting his head to look you in the eyes.

You were about to shake your head when you felt your world tilt on its axis, stumbling a little and Lando was quick to wrap his arms around you. He pulled you into his embrace and took some of your weight off your feet, trying not to think about how incredibly naked and warm you were against him.

He exhaled, feeling your hands weakly rest on his back; like you were welcoming his help and it made something warm bloom in his chest.

“I’m going to turn the shower on now, okay?” He walked the two of you to the corner before reaching back and turning the knob.

There was a sputtering sound before the spray came, and you could feel the cold mist as the shower head splattered cold water by your feet. You hummed in delight, leaning your forehead against Lando’s shoulder and closing your eyes.

“I feel like shit.” You confessed quietly between the two of you and Lando’s hand came up to brush the hair down your neck in quiet comfort. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Don’t mention it. You know I always will.” There was something in his voice that you couldn’t quite decipher, but you let it go when he took a step back into the shower once he’d deemed it warm enough.

The lukewarm water felt like heaven as it pelted down the both of you, washing away the sweat and everything you’d managed to accumulate these past few days. You hummed in pleasure, feeling your hair soak and you pushed your head off his shoulder to look at your best friend.

He was busy making out the hundreds of different bottles, looking lost before he finally found the shampoo bottle. The sight would’ve made you laugh if you had any strength left, but you settled for an amused smile that Lando clocked as soon as he turned his attention back to you.

“Shut up.” He said, seeing the clear laughter in your eyes and you raised your eyebrows as if to say hey, I didn’t say anything. “Turn around and let me wash your hair.”

You weren’t about to protest, doing just that and placing the palm of your hand against the wall to keep yourself upright.

Lando quickly washed your hair, the suds of the shampoo sliding down your face and getting in your eyes and it wasn’t as relaxing as one would’ve thought but he did the job and you couldn’t complain. He even went as far as conditioning your hair, rinsing it off gently before you offered to do the same for him.

“You don’t have to do that.” He scrunched his nose. “You look like you’re two seconds away from falling asleep.”

“Put your head down and shut up. Let me wash your hair.” You tried to sound stern, but you ended up sounding a little ridiculous with your stuffy nose and Lando grinned before complying.

The smile on his face vanished when he realised that he had, in the process, put himself in direct eyesight of your naked body and he struggled not to tense up as he heard the cap of the bottle pop, staring hard at your bare feet instead.

You did a way better job at washing his hair, digging your nails pleasantly around his skull and massaging his curls thoroughly before rinsing the suds off. Lando didn’t realise how relaxed he’d became until he tried to stand upright, hair drooping over his face and dripping wet.

His breath stuttered when you let out a hoarse laugh, pushing the hair out of his face and the movement was so intimate that Lando had a hard time breathing, wondering what the fuck was happening.

You didn’t seem bothered by the gesture though, none the wiser as you picked up a loofah and pushed it into his hands. He blinked down at it like it was a foreign object, trying to make sense of what exactly you were asking of him.

“You want me to wash you?” His voice went high, almost in a squeak and you shot a questioning look at him.

“Yes.” You decided on replying before frowning, adding: “Is that weird? I can do it if —“

“No, no. Um, I can do it, just —“ He was flustered, turning a little in the small space of your shower and trying not to yelp when his arm brushed your naked skin. “Body wash. I need body wash.”

Your face was on fire, watching him pop the cap of the body wash and ripping it off in the process. He made a little sound in his throat but didn’t dare to pick the broken cap off the floor, squirting the liquid onto the loofah before waving it in front of you.

You turned around, figuring that it was maybe a little easier if you weren’t in each others faces and Lando must’ve felt the same because he blew out a breath and started washing your back, albeit a little timidly.

He gained confidence after a few moments, finishing scrubbing you before doing himself and you didn’t call him out on him using your sponge because really, he’d probably done it a million times whenever he showered at your place.

The both of you stepped out, and he was there to immediately wrap you up in a towel before doing the same to himself. You didn’t want to acknowledge your heart, how it was speeding up abnormally so at the sight of him and how sweet he was being. Taking care of you, sending updates to your mum with how you were and assuring her that you were being taken care of. He knew how much of a worrier she was, and it made something immense swell in your chest as he rubbed a second towel over your hair, gentle and so very careful not to snag your hair or accidentally hurt you.

“What?” He halted when he pulled the towel away, revealing your face and your eyes staring at him. He wasn’t sure if it was the shampoo that had gotten in your eyes but they looked like they were on the verge of welling up.

“Nothing.” You replied, voice thick and so obviously lying but Lando didn’t touch on the subject. He made sure to ask later, when the air wasn’t so charged and you weren't teetering on the brink of death.

“Get into bed, I’ll bring you fresh clothes.” He said as he steered the both of you back to your bedroom. Lando stopped as he eyed your bed, a little critically. “You know what, let’s go to the couch instead.”

You laughed, voice a little thick and you reached a hand to weakly slap at his arm.

“What?” He grinned. “We need to change the sheets. Or maybe even burn them.”

“You’re a prick!” The way your voice cracked made Lando cackle, yelping when you shoved him a lot harder than he had anticipated.

Your words may have sounded malicious, but there was an undertone that your best friend couldn’t help but latch onto.

It sounded a lot like, I love you.

don't look at me, i love pain. anyways, hope you enjoyed this little drabble as i go crawling back into my cave to write something better than this. (also how did this turn into 2.6k words? i need help)

#zee's asks 💌 #f1 blurb #lando norris #lando norris x female reader #lando norris x reader #f1 fics

[eelnoise]

'kiss me forever till my lips part together, hold me so close till you devour my sweater, touch me so softly and caress me so gentle, love city baby, let me be your adventure' and Ace possibly? Prefer smut. but sfw is fine, too!

aww i love him sm, i'm so glad you asked for this combo!! i had a great time writing this, ace is just so cute and i picture him as kinda obsessed w/ u here but its all out of adoration. hope you enjoy! also two fluffy bedroom fics in one day? please forgive ya girl loves a trope! ace x gn!reader (!) c/w: smut, morning sex, loving sex, piv, spooning, creampie, flufffff, ace loves you sm.

“Hold up, firefly,” a raspy, tired voice murmurs out before a, rather warm, grip tightens around your forearm, foiling your attempt at retreat. You’re not upset that he caught you, though you huff in faux annoyance regardless just to tease him. “Who said you could get outta bed yet?”

“Ace, I’m hungry!” you whine, shrugging your shoulders and tilting your head around toward him with big, pleading eyes, your expression crossing into a frown when you see that his eyes aren’t even open as he’s talking to you.

Your attempt at charm fails anyway when you’re pulled back into his chest, one arm lazily draping over your side. “That’s too bad, sweetheart. I’m still tired,” Ace yawns, leaning his head forward and nuzzling his face into your hair like a kitten. “Besides, nothin’ to do today anyway. Jus’ stay with me for a little while.” 

You curl in close at his side, letting your head rest on his bicep and resting your hands on along his torso, letting the heat of his body warm your skin. His eyes are still closed, but there’s a sweet little sleepy half-smile drawn across his lips that you can’t resist. 

“Ace?”

He hums in reply, the arm on your waist trailing up your back as he traces circles into your bare flesh. Ace’s touch is so gentle, even if a little slow and sluggish in his motions. You feel his palm flat against you, his fingertips slightly heated on your tummy in just the way he knows you like. It’s a soothing embrace, and you find yourself exhaling in delightful bliss. 

And how easy it is for you to lull back into his welcoming arms, to feel your eyes grow heavy and your breathing still as the rise and fall of his chest lures you into a sweet respite.

–

You're stirred awake by something wet treading up your neck. It takes a moment for you to comprehend just what's happening, but soon enough you're conscious enough to realize that not only have you rolled over, but Ace's lips are seemingly attached to your neck.

It tickles, and you can't help but to giggle softly. “Aceee!” you coo sweetly, fingers entwining with the ones tight around your waist. Ace replies with a low chuckle, slurping open-mouthed sucks to your flesh and grinding his pelvis into you, his hard cock pressing into the curve of your ass. 

You lean into him, rolling your hips backwards and along his length. The gesture earns you a quiet groan close enough to your ear that it makes you shiver in excitement. 

“G'mornin’,” Ace murmurs, the hand at your waist inching up slowly towards your chest. “Y’know, I think you taste even better this early.”

“You’re so needy,” your playful tone doesn’t go unnoticed by the pirate, and you squeal gingerly when your teasing is returned with a squeeze to your nipple. 

“Only ‘cause you’re so pretty,” he muses, his tongue tracing the shell of your ear, a delicious and oh-so-inviting taunt that’s low in your ear and sets your veins ablaze with want. Ace’s cock twitches against you, and the tension rises to a boiling point when you arch your back in return. “Shit, babe, can we-?” He huffs into your ear, breathing in the scent of your skin as the roll of his hips quickening in pace in tandem with his breath.

“Yeah,” you mewl, rolling your hips and parting your legs enough for him to position himself with ease. “Yeah, I want you, Ace. Please.”

The sound of his name sounds so fucking good when it falls from your lips, the way your tired voice mixes with your desire for him, each breathy whine or sigh that you make for him - its nearly enough to make him cum then and there.

Ace aligns himself to you with one hand, the other still holding you tightly against him, and sinks into you. The finality of his cock stretching you inch by inch at long last makes you squirm, a relieved moan befalling you as you’re filled, the tip pressing delectably onto that spongy spot within you.

“You feel so good, firefly,” Ace whines into your neck, content to enjoy how you feel around him for a moment. It’s a warm feeling, something more than just wanton lust. Something bigger and better and more powerful makes this moment feel even better to him. “Fuck~ I love ya so much.”

Overwhelmed with emotion, you respond with a gentle turn of your head to capture his lips in a passionate, amorous kiss that makes Ace groan into your throat. He slowly slides himself within you, a gentle pace for a gentle moment. A hand finds purchase at your hip, that same warmth still hot on his palm and making you arch into him. 

Your tongues dance sinfully together and Ace finds it easy to lose himself in you once again. His rhythm quickens, the sound of his thighs meeting yours now very clearly audible in your ears. Your cries of elation ring within his ears like a call to song, the heat radiating from his fingertips heating at your hip, white-hot sparks fly through his body, and it’s all too good, too perfect.

With a cry of your name does he finish within you, rutting his hips wildly and painting your walls white with release. Ragged, breathless whines of intoxicated ecstasy tumble into your neck while he rides out his high, hissing sharply in delirium each time your inner walls tighten around him.

Ace holds you close, still sheathed inside of you as the moment dies away. His arms reach around your middle, hands tracing mindless patterns on your chest. You almost think that he’s fallen asleep again, though as you try to ease yourself off of him, the grip around you constricts, keeping you in place.

“Not so fast, bedhead,” he buzzes into you, rubbing his face into your newly messy hair with a grin. “Who says we’re done?”

#one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #portgas d ace x reader #portgas ace smut #portgas ace x reader #ace x reader #ace x y/n #god i hope he was in character :(

[naughtyneganjdm]

The Chase

Summary: Negan wakes up bound to chair in nothing but his boxer briefs and the woman that has him captive decides to use him the way that she wants.

Characters: Negan & the reader (OC, third person)

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50362990

Warnings: 18+, Swearing, smut, rough sex, potential mild dubious consent, submissive Negan, etc.

Notes: Y/N means your name or whatever name you want to put in there. This is a quick little thing that I wrote up. Thanks for reading.

Tension filled Negan’s whole body. There was a stinging pain at his temple along with the sensation of the warmth of his blood sliding down the side of his face. Fluttering his eyes to a slow open, the room around him was blurry. Wincing out, the small amount of light from the room was actually giving him a headache so he slammed his eyes shut.

“Fuck,” Negan grumbled under his breath, dropping his head back. Going to reach up to touch his head, he grunted when he realized that his wrists were tied behind him. Attempting to stand up, he realized that his feet were also tied to the chair that he was in too leaving him vulnerable to whoever had captured him. Struggling, he tried using the strength that he still had to try to get out of the restraints, but the rope around both his wrists and his ankles were tied too tight to even get any wiggle room.

Hissing out, his throat tensed and he swallowed down noticing that his throat was dry. How the fuck did he end up here? Thinking to himself, he could barely focus. How the fuck did he get himself into this situation? He was always so careful with things.

“Goddamn it,” Negan struggled with his wrists, lowering his head enough to look down toward his wrists seeing that they weren’t budging. Within time, his eyes started to focus a little better and he let out a confused exhale when he noticed that he was stripped down to only his gray boxer briefs. “What the fuck?”

Lines of blood were trailing down over his chest from whoever had hit him and put him in this situation. Hearing the sounds of tapping, Negan grumbled to himself and lifted his head. Just in the distance he could see a shadow sitting by the lit fire across the darkly lit room that they were in and he grumbled to himself.

Bobbing his head about, it felt like he was having trouble even staying conscious while he shifted on the chair that he was in. Shaking his head about, he did everything he could to pull himself together to focus. Gradually lifting his head, he could see that it was a woman sitting by the fire with her legs stretched out. There was an alcohol bottle in her right hand that she was taking gradual sips from and Lucille was in her left. Small tapping sounds filled the room around them while she took her time lifting the baseball bat that Negan was so fond of and bringing it back down against the wooden ground.

“Don’t touch her,” Negan hissed from where he was seated causing the woman to shift and she pulled her legs from where they were stretched out. Finally realizing that he was awake, they stood up and put Lucille under their arm. Dragging the seat that they were originally sitting in before Negan made him tense up. “What do you want with me?”

“What do I want with you?” the familiar voice repeated and Negan grumbled under his breath. His hazel eyes narrowed, his eyebrows furrowing when he looked up at the woman before him with a sense of anger. “Do you even know why you are here?”

“I…” Negan hooked eyes with the woman before him and he winced. Closing his eyes, he dropped his head forward and let out an annoyed breath. “Of course I know why I’m here Y/N. You stole Lucille.”

“Oh, is that all?” she snorted, leaning forward to gaze over Negan. “That’s the only reason we’re here?”

Yeah, maybe this was somewhat his fault. This was all a game of cat and mouse between the two of them. Y/N was someone who had been brought to The Sanctuary a while ago. Pretty quickly she caught his attention and Negan was enamored with her. For a while he tried relentlessly to get her to be one of his wives, but she denied him every time. And every time he tried to have sex with her, she always pushed him away.

It got to the point where they ended up kissing and spending a lot of time together and then she let him know why she was so insistent upon things. She didn’t want to be one of his wives. She wanted to be his only wife. Of course that complicated things. And when he told her that he couldn’t have that happen, she told him that she was going to leave The Sanctuary because it was too hard being there with him when she was in love with him.

Threatening Negan never worked well. Ever. So after she put that threat out there, he locked her inside of her room and kept a savior on her at all times. That act infuriated her, but Negan didn’t care. He wanted to push her buttons until she finally gave in and gave him what he wanted. It seemed like things were going well up until the point that Fat Joseph had fallen asleep while on duty and Y/N had ended up escaping. Not only did she escape, but she also snatched Lucille in the process.

Negan was furious about everything insisting that he go out with his team to go searching for her and Lucille. Y/N knew how much Lucille meant to him and that’s exactly why she took the bat. Originally, Negan knew why she took off and why she took Lucille. She was pissed and he didn’t blame her. Tracking her down seemed to be going well at first. Negan split up from his team and he thought he had picked up on her tracks when he came to this small cabin in the woods. Now he realized that he had fallen straight into her trap. The last thing he remembered was walking into this cabin and then being hit.

“What is this Y/N? You gonna kill me?” Negan wondered, almost mocking her with his tone. An amused smirk pressed in over his features when he tipped his head to the side. Dragging his tongue across his bottom lip, Negan could taste his own blood over his flesh and he growled. “I got your panties in that much of a bunch that you want to kill me?”

“I don’t want to kill you,” she rolled her eyes, setting Lucille down on the ground. Standing up from the chair, she moved over toward the corner of the room and Negan looked down at Lucille. There was no getting to his weapon of choice. His arms and legs were locked in place. Maybe he could yell, but she had the upper hand. It was too damn bad that his people were so fucking stupid that they didn’t find him here. Coming back to Negan, he realized that she had a first aid kit in her hands. “That’s the last thing that I want.”

“Then what is this?” Negan snarled when she got something out of the first aid kit after setting the bottle of alcohol down on the floor. “You steal Lucille, you steal my finest bottle of alcohol and you lead me here? I had to piss in your lemonade and piss you off enough for you to set all of this up.”

“I’m giving you a choice Negan,” she informed him using something to clean some of the blood that had dripped down over the lengths of his body. Once she reached the area over his eyebrow where he was obviously cut, he winced and pulled his head away. “You want me to leave you bloody?”

“I want answers,” he snarled and she set the supplies down when she took a seat in front of him again.

“Alright then. I’m proving to you my worth. That I’m not only hot to you, but I’m also useful. And smart,” she informed him, reaching for the bottle of alcohol again to take a sip of it. “I managed to trick you here. You’re helpless Negan. I could do absolutely anything to you right now and there would be nothing you could do about it. I was capable of doing the one thing that your enemies never have. I could kill you right now and it would take next to nothing out of me.”

“I’m failing to find the point,” Negan grumbled under his breath and he saw her smile. Having her go off about how easily she could kill him wasn’t drawing a good conclusion why they were here like this.

“You’re either going to accept my offer and make me your only wife or I disappear forever,” she declared throwing that information out on the table for him. That was their problem from the start. She wanted to be his only one and when he told her no and she wanted to leave, he wouldn’t let her. The whole thing elicited a deep rumble of raspy laughter to fall from Negan’s throat.

“You think I want you to be my wife now after everything you’ve put me through? All of The Sanctuary knows that you pissed me off. That you stole Lucille,” Negan reminded her with a shake of his head. “You’re bold to think that’s something I still want.”

“I have a feeling I can persuade you into saying yes in the next few hours,” she suggested leaning back in her chair, her legs spreading open slightly and he huffed.

“And if I say no by the end of this?” Negan inquired, his eyebrows arching in curiosity when she snickered. Shrugging her shoulders, she thought for a moment before sighing out loud.

“Then, I leave you strapped to this chair. I leave Lucille here so your team can eventually find you. And I leave. You never see me again,” she answered, tipping her head from side to side. “It’s that easy. You don’t die. I just leave a little embarrassed, but I have a feeling I can be very persuasive.”

“Tell me why I should even consider doing what you want after everything,” Negan slurred, his pupils dilating when she leaned forward to stare him over. The warmth of her breath was hot on his. Lowering his head, he looked to his body and let out a chuckle. “You gonna threaten to cut my dick off? Is that why you stripped me down like this?”

“You’re into some dark and kinky shit, aren’t you?” she suggested with an amused smirk, taking a final sip of the alcohol before setting it down. “We already know you love me.”

“Oh yeah?” Negan snorted, his right eyebrow arching in amusement. “I don’t love anything but my late wife and that bat you stole from me.”

“Mhmm…” she breathed out standing up and pushing the chair back away. Stepping before Negan, she pushed her hands into her pockets and heard his breathing increase. “There is a reason you couldn’t stand the idea of me running away. You didn’t want to lose me.”

“Is that so?” Negan breathed out, taking in a sharp breath when he spoke. “So what if I don’t want to lose you? That doesn’t mean that I love you.”

“Then tell me you don’t love me,” she simply threw that out there, kneeling before Negan and his eyes followed her movements. “Tell me you feel nothing for me,” she urged him noticing the way that the vein bulged at the side of his neck. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. You like that I’ve denied you. You like that I can overpower you and you are so in awe that I was able to get you into this situation.”

“Well you’re not wrong. It’s not often that someone is capable of knocking me on my ass,” Negan agreed with her, sucking at his bottom lip. “But infatuation doesn’t mean I love you.”

“You’re going to fight that until the bitter end, aren’t you?” she wondered letting out a long sigh, her palms caressing up and over the lengths of Negan’s thighs. It drew him to let out a long exhale and she shrugged. “See, I’m going to give you the one thing I never let you have. And if by the end of everything you don’t want to be with me. Then fine. We go our separate ways. I’ll unhook one of your hands and leave.”

“You’re gonna what?” Negan chuckled, his eyebrows bouncing up when he felt her hands sliding up further toward his inner thighs and he let out a long exhale. A moan fell from his throat when her hand slid in over the front of his boxer briefs and she caressed over the length of his manhood. The muscles in his lower abdomen flexed when she started peppering kisses over his slender abdomen. Before she would never let them even get this far. It was some heavy kissing and touching, but this was different for her. “What is this?”

“I want you to see what I’m capable of. How I can make you feel,” she nibbled at the area right below his navel and his body involuntarily arched forward into her touch. At this point he still thought she may have been fucking with him since she never allowed things to progress much further than making out between them. A harsh breath of air escaped his throat when she reached for the waistband of his boxer briefs. “I want to show you that once you have me, you’re not going to want anyone else.”

“You tied me up…for that?” Negan inquired letting out a grumble knowing that he would have openly done it without her needing to tie him up. Huffing out, he felt her pulling the material down his legs and to his ankles. Looking down, Negan smirked when he saw her eyeing over the root to his masculinity. There was a sense of both awe and surprise seeing his form for the first time completely naked. Arrogantly bobbing his head about made her eyes lift up to meet his and he cracked a smile. “Maybe this could have been done in a less dramatic way.”

“No. The respect would not have been there if I asked you to just have sex with me to prove that you would only want me. Then you would be holding all the power. I needed the power to show you that I’m not some frail little thing that needs your protecting,” she curled her fingers around Negan’s flesh drawing him to moan out while she worked her fingers over his sensitive body. “I wanted to show you what I could do to you. I’m going to give you something you’ve never had before. Someone that holds your life in their hands and makes you want to come so bad that by the time you finally do, you realize that you are going to give me everything I want.”

“I’m not sure you can deliver,” Negan mused, his hips arching up when her caress grew harder. In her palm, his erection was stiffening and he sucked at his bottom lip. “That’s a pretty big order darlin’. Yeah, I’m turned the fuck on that you are able to manhandle me, but I’m not sure this is gonna work out the way you want. You knocked my ass out and stole my Lucille. You better make for damn sure that you’re the best I’ve ever had because I’m fucking pissed.”

“We’ll see,” she whispered pulling her hand away, spitting and then wrapping her fingers back around his length to help lubricate his hardening cock while she jerked him off. “You have no idea what I’m capable of. I think you saw me as someone easily breakable. Like the other women. But I’m not like the other women.”

“Then you better start showing me princess because right now everything is just words,” Negan huffed out, his jaw flexing when she tipped her head to the side and gave him a glare. God, just from touching him she was getting him so fucking hard. There was no hiding his attraction to her. It was there. She knew that from the start. Tugging at his wrists again, he realized it was no use when she lowered her head down toward his lap. Closing his eyes, he felt the gentle flick of her tongue dragging out over the tip of his cock and he grumbled. “Fuck.”

Growling out, he looked down seeing that she was peppering faint kisses over the length of his shaft and it started a fire inside of him that he never expected to be feeling when he woke up moments earlier. Instead of giving him what he wanted, she leaned back to stare at him with an amused expression.

“What are you waiting for?” Negan clicked his tongue against the top of his mouth, his hazel eyes narrowing in curiosity. Groaning out, he felt that his erection was throbbing in her grasp and what he wanted the most was her to wrap those wet lips around his solid length. For months he had wanted her in some kind of situation where they did something sexual and here she was wanting to take advantage of him with the situation he was in. He wasn’t going to tell her no. That was for certain.

“I’m not here to give you what you want immediately Negan. I’m taking what I want from you and what I want is to tease you until you can’t take it anymore,” she traced her fingertips over the length of his shaft causing his cock to twitch. “I may be trying to prove something to you to get what I want, but this is more so for me Negan.”

“Mhmm…” Negan hummed, his tongue dragging out over his bottom lip when he watched her pumping her hand over his distended flesh. There was something so appealing about the determination in her features. Even the way she was looking at his body had the fire growing hotter inside of his veins. “I know you always wanted that big dick, but God, the way you are looking at it—you’re suddenly so fucking happy that you did this. Aren’t you?”

“Well it’s good to know you didn’t lie about this,” she brought her lips up to his cock right underneath the tip. It drew chills down his spine with the warmth of her lips brushing over his flesh. Closing his eyes tightly, he groaned out and bit down firmly on his bottom lip. “Don’t act like this is all me Negan. You want this just as much as I do. If not more. You were always begging me to sleep with you. You know that.”

“I wasn’t begging you. I was trying to persuade you,” Negan slurred, his eyes narrowing when she placed a delicate kiss over the tip causing him to growl out. “But yes, I did want you. I do want you. Even more now. As fucking stupid as that sounds.”

“It doesn’t sound so stupid to me,” she took in the sight of Negan’s body while she had her way with him. Right now it gave her the time to admire his tattoos that covered his body and she couldn’t help but smile.

“Why do you have to be so fucking stubborn?” Negan breathed out, his nose wrinkling in contemplation when her tongue extended out to circle around the tip of his cock. Arching his hips up toward her made her pull back and away from him. A slew of curse words followed and he could hear her laugh.

“I could ask you the same thing. What is it about you where you feel like you have to have twenty wives?” she wondered, her hand only doing slow, teasing strokes at this point around his flesh. “People are still going to think you’re a big badass if you’re only with one woman. You know that, right? How would they feel if they knew you weren’t really fucking them? King of the sanctuary has all these hot wives with nice titties, but never bounces his cock on them.”

“What?” Negan snickered once those words came out of her mouth. “Yeah, it’s a status thing which is why I never understood why it bothered you so much. If I’m not fucking them, then why does it bother you? You’d be the one I was married to and the one I was fucking.”

“Negan, I’m better than putting me in some skanky dress sitting in a room all day waiting for you to come and grab me when you want me. I’m not some mindless drone. I can fuck like a fucking pro, just like you say you can, but I don’t want to be one of the girls. I want to be the girl,” she stressed finally wrapping her lips around his cock causing his eyelids to grow heavy when she started to lower her head down over the first couple of inches. The warmth surrounding him felt so incredible and it made him drop his head back, a raspy moan falling from his throat. Wet sounds filled the air while she bobbed her head over his length a few times, making sure to drag her tongue along the underside of his cock with every pull back. When she finally did pull her mouth away from Negan, it left Negan breathless and he whined. “You do have such a nice cock, you know that?”

“I do,” a wicked smirk tugged at his lips when his hips arched up toward her caress this time eager to have her touch him in any way. “Here I was thinking you were this sweet, innocent little thing and you’re really just a dirty girl, aren’t you?”

“You have no idea how dirty I can be Negan,” she slurred, taking him back into her mouth again allowing his girthy cock to slide back toward the warmth of her throat.

Moaning out, Negan’s jaw flexed watching her pleasure him. Each teasing flick of her tongue over his cock was incredible. Whether it was the build up or she was actually this good, everything felt so much more enhanced for him. Usually he was the one in control and to have his control completely taken away was amazing. That shocked him because he always liked being the dominant one. Watching her was intoxicating while she caressed over the base of his cock with her left hand in tempo with the movements of her mouth. There was a certain haze to everything probably from being knocked on the head, but he really couldn’t complain.

“Fuck,” Negan hissed out when her lips pulled from his throbbing manhood with a wet slur. Arching his hips up, he wanted her to go back to what she was doing knowing that he was enjoying it more than he should have been. “Please…”

“Please what?” she whispered and he grimaced, his teeth grinding.

“Please don’t stop,” Negan begged of her hating that she was bringing out this side of him, but he wasn’t going to waste a moment to get what she was giving him. An amused sound followed when she went back to giving him a blowjob. Trying to focus, Negan didn’t want to lose himself too fast since she had this whole thing planned out, but every time her tongue dragged out across the frenulum of his cock it had him flinching forward. Once again, right when he was at a moment of absolute euphoria, she pulled her lips away and he whimpered this time. “Goddamn it.”

“I want this big cock inside of me,” she hummed, licking at her wet, full lips. An involuntary moan escaped him hearing that and he felt a surge of excitement flood through his veins when she stood up. Keeping his eyes locked on her, he swallowed hard making his Adam’s apple bounce in his throat. It felt like the room was spinning when he watched her undoing the buttons in her shirt. The material fell to the ground and she kicked out of the boots that she was wearing. Once she started to pull open the material of her jeans, he felt his cock twitching with anticipation. There was precum developing at the tip. The tip was red and aching. It was painful, but it was an addicting ache that he liked. Watching her strip down was almost a gift. For so long, he wanted her like this. Now he was getting it and it had his heart hammering inside of his chest when she finally got down to just her bra and panties. “Even the way you are looking at me right now…it’s the sexiest I’ve ever seen you look.”

“Yeah?” he spoke softly, his body relaxed while she reached behind her to unhook her bra allowing her breasts to be revealed to him. Licking his lips, Negan felt his heart skip a beat and he nodded. “Fucking hell sweetheart, you are gorgeous.”

“I’m sure you say that about every pair of tits you see Negan,” she chuckled, sliding her fingers underneath the material of her panties allowing them to pool around her ankles. Stepping out of them, she stepped forward and could see Negan’s big eyes staring up at her desperately. His pupils were dilated with want and desire for her.

“Yours are up there baby,” Negan assured her with a smirk when she crawled in over him and he felt his cock brush up against her bottom. Moaning out, he dropped his head back and laughed. “Jesus Christ. You’re going to fucking kill me. Y’know that?”

“Let’s hope not. I don’t want to be fucking a corpse Negan,” she replied and a snort followed from Negan who was visibly amused with her comment. Adjusting her positioning, she grabbed a firm hold of Negan’s cock. Growling out, Negan watched her teasing the tip of his cock through her wet folds and it drove him crazy with desire. “It was always hard telling you no.”

“It was always hard when you told me no,” he responded arching up toward her when her lips were hovering over his. Wanting her to kiss him was ridiculous, but he did. Trying to kiss her made her snicker and he frowned. After a minute of teasing him, she pressed in close enough to bring their lips together for a forceful kiss. Kissing her with an eagerness, Negan couldn’t help but moan when she brought the tip of his thick cock to her entrance. Nibbling at her bottom lip, Negan moaned when she lowered enough just to take the tip into the warmth of her body. Nuzzling his nose in against hers, Negan huffed when she pulled her hips up just enough to have him leave her warmth. Multiple times she did the same motion and his heart was pounding inside of his chest. “Please. Please. Fuck me.”

“You’re so cute,” she smirked, lifting her left hand up to hook her fingers into his hair to get him to tip his head back to look up at her with his big hazel eyes. His eyelashes fluttered when she allowed her hips to finally lower down over him. Moaning in unison made her smile knowing that Negan was just as turned on by this as she was. Pressing her forehead to his, she was surprised he wanted that close contact when she got used to the first couple of inches of him inside of her. “I like the bad ass version of you, but the begging you is incredibly sexy too.”

A smirk tugged at Negan’s lips when she started to rock her hips over his, allowing him to sink further into her snug warmth before she pulled back to the tip and lowered down again. Licking his lips, Negan tipped his head and started pressing kisses over the side of her neck. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders while she used the strength she had to start bouncing herself over his rigid length. Squeaking from the chair followed and he wondered if the chair was strong enough to take what they were doing. Honestly? He hoped so. He didn’t want this to stop.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Negan groaned, pulling his mouth away from her neck and nuzzling his nose against it. It felt like such a warm, wet, snug fit with him inside of her and he was hooked. After a few more bounces over his length, he felt her hips pulling up and away from him. Extending his fingers out, he wished he had the strength to escape his prison so he could have his way with her. “Fucking hell…”

“You’re my beautiful, whiny little bitch, aren’t you?” she stroked her fingers along his jawline, her fingers urging under his jaw to force him to look at her. Her pants were filling the air, her fingers stroking through his wet hair. Parting his lips, Negan gave her a pleading expression and it made her smile. “You are so gorgeous.”

“I forgot what this felt like,” Negan muttered, his eyes hooked on hers when she dragged her thumb out over his bottom lip. Kissing over the pad of her thumb, Negan was desperate to have her touching him and he was surprised how quickly she brought out an old version of himself.

“Like what?” she was using her free hand to reach down between them to stroke over the length of his cock. “Being my submissive?”

“Mhmm…” Negan hummed, he wasn’t about to get into the details of it, but the only other person he allowed to control him like this was Lucille. And he fucking loved it back then too. Moaning out, Negan felt her taking him back inside of her and he hammered his lips in over hers. Unlike before she lowered completely over him taking him to the hilt. Wincing, Negan dropped his head and looked down. A dark laugh fell from his throat when he nuzzled his nose in against hers again. “Balls deep. Taking it like a fucking champ.”

“You feel so good,” she breathed against his lips, her nails digging into his shoulders. Breaking the skin had Negan hissing out and pressing his forehead further against hers. Starting to rock her hips back and forth had him moaning against her flesh. Her cries filled the air and the sounds of her enjoying herself using his body for her pleasure made everything so much better. Between their kisses and the wet sounds of her riding his cock, Negan couldn’t get enough of this. “Do you like me fucking your big cock?”

“Yes,” Negan slurred against her lips, kissing her relentlessly when she started over his cock again drawing the chair to squeak harder with how hard she was using his body to get herself off. Her tight canal was clinging to him and fuck it felt so good. God, she was riding his cock like a champ. She knew what to do with it and she was doing it well. “Fuck…”

Glancing between them, Negan watched his cock disappearing into her again and again. Wincing out, he felt her pulling her hips from his again when she heard him start to breathe harder knowing that this was effecting him so intensely, “You don’t get to come before me daddy…”

“Yes ma’am,” Negan nodded his head when he agreed with her and her rules. A proud smile was over her beautiful features when she reached for his cock again to sink down over him taking him completely back into her. “My body is yours. Just please don’t keep stopping. Just fuck me. Please keep fucking me.”

“You’re such a whiny submissive Negan,” she curled her left arm around his shoulders while her right hand braced against his thigh to help give herself the power to use him exactly the way that she wanted to.

“Yes ma’am,” Negan repeated what he said earlier, his winces filling the air every time she smacked her hips down over him, taking his girthy cock into her.

By the sounds she was making he knew that she was enjoying herself and she would shake when the ridges of his cock would rub against her g-spot. She found the position that she liked and she was running with it. Negan’s moans started to get louder, his body tensing up and the vein at the side of his neck was bulging.

“Not yet, I’m almost there,” she ordered, sliding her hand up enough to tug at Negan’s hair while he bit down hard on his bottom lip.

“I’m trying,” Negan assured her with a firm nod of his head knowing that it felt so good, but he wanted her to have what she wanted. Her cries grew louder, her arms hooking around his shoulders to pull him closer. How hard she was riding him made it so fucking hard not to come while she was holding onto him. Bringing their lips together, Negan kissed her over and over again. The contractions of her pussy around him had his eyes squeezing shut tightly and when she pulled her hips from his length he started panting. Fuck, he felt like he was about to pass out at this point. Her head was resting against his shoulder after she had hit her orgasm. His cock was aching wanting the same kind of release while she was gathering herself from her orgasm. “Baby. Please let me come.”

With an amused breath, she gave him a nod, crawling back over him. Sinking back over his length had his lips parting, his eyebrows furrowing while he watched her working this time to bring him to his orgasm. Burying his head at the side of her neck, Negan’s moans grew louder, his kisses pressing over her flesh. It felt like she was using all her strength in her movements. How this chair that she had him tied to was still holding up with how hard she was riding him was amazing to him. The sex was rough and determined. The old chair beneath him was keeping up with their weight and movements which he was thankful for. Wincing, Negan felt his abdomen start to tighten up and his thighs were twitching beneath her.

“I’m going to come,” he alerted her, but her hips didn’t falter while she continued to roll her hips over him. Groaning out, Negan felt the first line of his cum start to fill her and she continued her movements over him until the very end of his release leaving him a panting mess against the side of her neck. Her fingers stroked through his hair, her lips claiming his again. Brushing his tongue against hers, Negan didn’t want this moment to end. “Fucking hell.”

Growling out, Negan felt her body adjusting over him and she reached for her pants to pull out a small knife. When she cut one of the ropes that were tied around his wrist, he immediately pulled his hand up and wrapped his fingers around the base of her throat. Her eyes narrowed at him, they were both breathless. Stroking his thumb over the soft, fleshy part of her throat, a wolfish smile expanded over Negan’s lips when he urged her to him again so he could kiss her with all the power that he could muster up.

Stroking his fingers over the back of her neck, Negan appreciated her laying her head against the side of his neck. Once she finally gathered herself back up, she stood up from Negan and he winced when his body pulled from hers. She grabbed the bottle of alcohol and moved over toward the fireplace that she had lit. Watching her closely, Negan worked to get himself out of the restraints she put him in. Standing up, he moved slowly and reached for Lucille where she had left the bat on the floor.

Once he reached Y/N, he pushed her firmly against the wall and heard her whimper. Turning her to face him, Negan smiled and nodded his head, “Get on your knees. Now.”

Obeying Negan, she did as he asked and he lifted Lucille, placing the tip of it underneath her jaw. There was no fear in her eyes while she looked up at him. Rolling his eyes, Negan snorted and tossed Lucille onto the table that was behind him. Reaching for the alcohol bottle that she had, he took a long swig of the burning liquid when he dropped down on the floor with her in front of the fireplace. Pulling her in over him, Negan’s arm was possessively wrapped around her waist while her hands cupped his face tenderly.

“You’re not going to punish me for what I did?” she wondered when he handed her the alcohol bottle and his lips kissed down over her jawline.

“Oh, I’m going to spend months punishing you,” Negan swept his thumb over the opposite side of her face. Tipping back, his eyes narrowed and he smiled again. “I’ll give you what you want, but you’re gonna have to work like hell to prove to me that it’s worth it.”

“Yes sir,” she snickered, pressing her forehead to his. Negan’s fingers hooked with hers and he let out a long exhale. “What?”

“I’m just trying to figure out how the hell I’m gonna break everything to everyone,” Negan snorted, his thick eyebrows furrowing when he wrapped her up in his arms. “But I’ll make it work. I always do.”

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[kazutora-kurokawa]

pooks, I just read the vamp!baji x vamp!reader and chifuyu asking them to turn him so they could be friends forever is so cute!! (>o<)

sooooo....I sort of have a request for that specifically??

imagine chifuyu asking over and over again for them to turn him, but they keep rejecting him, and when he accidently gets into a life-threatening issue! reader finally turns him because they were so scared to lose chifuyu?? (>n<')

Vampire!Baji x Vampire!Reader pt.2: Turning Chifuyu

♡ SFW for the most part, fem reader, cursing, fighting/jumping, use of weapons (a knife), mentions of bodily harm, bleeding out and necrosis, near death experience, mega angst for a bit but also instant comfort at the end ♡

note: omgg I don't even wanna imagine Fuyu being in danger fr, he's been through enough in the manga 😭 but for the sake of writing I'll do it

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You and Baji had been turning Chifuyu down for forever, no way in hell were either of you gonna turn him into a vampire, regardless of how much he begged and pleaded. That all changed when Chifuyu, being his idiotic, stubborn self, decided to get into a fight with a random guy. His reasoning? They badmouthed Baji. Totally valid reasoning to get into a fight (in his opinion). What he wasn't expecting was the four other guys that popped up out of nowhere. A one-on-five? He was absolutely outnumbered and getting jumped for sure.

That's how he ended up at your doorstep, his Toman uniform torn and blood gushing from his side. You immediately brought him into the house, calling out for Baji from the living room. As soon as Baji saw him, he panicked.

"What the hell Chifuyu? What happened? Who did this?"

"He's in pain Kei! Stop bombarding him with questions."

"Sorry sorry."

Baji helps you lay him on the couch, propping his head up on a pillow as you take his uniform off to assess the extent of his injuries. The two of you can immediately see the amount of damage, even though it was only one stab wound the area around it was severely warm and took on a dark color as if his body was already going through the process of necrosis.

"Shit. Shit. Shit."

"You aren't helping!"

"I'm sorry! I don't know what the fuck to do y/n!"

"...Kei.."

"Y/n...no."

"Kei.."

"No, absolutely not. You are not turning him!"

"We don't have a choice!"

"Yes we do! We can take him to the hospital."

"And risk him dying on the way there? Hell no!"

"Fuck! Okay okay, just do it!"

You take a deep breath, apologizing to a barely conscious Chifuyu in advance for any pain you cause before biting down on his neck. You stay there for a few moments, praying that you did it fast enough. You unhook your fangs from his neck, pulling back as his body starts twitching. As Chifuyu comes to, he looks around the room, his unfocused eyes settling on you and Baji.

"What's going on?"

All you two can do is hug him, holding him as tightly as possible. Baji lets out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding, his grip on Chifuyu loosening a bit.

"Is someone gonna tell me what the heck is happening?"

"You're okay..."

"We thought you were gonna croak on us dude.."

"Huh? What happened?"

"You almost died man!"

"WHAT!"

You instinctively cover your ears as Chifuyu yells, his voice echoing through the room.

"Sorry y/n, didn't mean to be so loud...wait if I almost died, then how am I not dead?"

You remain silent, letting Baji break the news.

"Y/n had to bite you to save you... you're a vampire now..."

"I'm a vampire?...I'm a vampire."

"Yeah..." "Yup.."

"That means... we're friends forever!"

Chifuyu jumps up from the couch excitedly, pulling you and Baji into a tight hug.

"Oh god, an eternity with you? I rather be staked through the heart."

"Great, I'm stuck with you two dorks forever."

Chifuyu only hugs you two tighter.

"This is awesome! Do you think we could make Peke J into a vampire too? An immortal cat would be so cool!"

"Absolutely not" "Absolutely not"

"Pleeeease?"

You lean against Baji's shoulder, laughing softly at Chifuyu's begging before turning your attention to the couch, stained with his blood.

"I'll turn Peke J."

"Really?!" "What?"

"Only if you replace the couch though."

"Done!"

"You cannot be serious...I don't think I can handle an eternity of this."

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#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers angst #baji x reader #fuyu third wheeling #i love these guys #they're my everything #My vamp Baji 😭 my little Fuyu 🥹 #tokyo revengers fanfiction #I actually did research for the necrosis part and almost threw the fuck up 😭 it was worth it for the fic tho

[usuibu]

Omg!!! I live ur writing so much! The way you write eren is like literally perfect!! I was wondering if I could request reader walking home or at a party or just like out somewhere and they notice some people making her uncomfy and they cal eren to pick them up? Some fluff and comfort are my coping mechanism 😭

LMAO STOP THE COPING MECHANISM IS SO REAL💀💀 and ofc bb thankyou so much for the request i love you😋🥰

Im just gonna work off the whole saviour dynamic w eren and hopefully u dont mind

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More requests/masterlist

You don’t know why you’re here, you really should’ve just stayed home if only Mikasa hadn’t dragged you out.

“Cmonnnn it’ll be fun, I promise! Even Sasha’s coming!”

You really shouldn’t have listened to her, right now she’s - God knows where - with Sasha playing some obscure drinking game while you’re here sitting on the leather couch already intoxicated yourself.

You felt gross. Sticky even from the sweaty, crowded living room, humidity suffocating you. There was about 5 people on this couch made to fit only 2, you sat there staring down at your stupid sore feet in your stupid stupid heels with stupid strangers grazing your bare legs next to you.

The noise of the room tuned out as your tipsy brain was half conscious until you were snapped back into reality feeling a creeping hand on your shoulder.

Whoever was next to you was apparently speaking for long enough that you don’t know what they’re on about, “— or we could go back to my apartment..”

Your head snaps back up and you anxiously shrug off this guys tacky hand, sobering up just a little bit. Enough to start comprehending things.

“Sorry, I have to go” you say while peeling yourself off the leather, you don’t know where you have to go you just knew to leave because clearly you weren’t functioning well alone.

You turn and almost begin walking away until you almost trip on your stupid heels, this guys hand had gripped your arm rather too harshly to pull you right back onto the couch.

“Hey we were in the middle of something” he slurs, clearly a little more intoxicated than you.

You’re still so lost, why the fuck is he still talking? Why is this room is so hot? This couch is too sticky. His breath smells like shit. Your feet hurt like shit. You’re so tired all you want to do is leave at this point. All of your senses have been overwhelmed you can’t take it.

He continues to ramble nonsense again so you settle to tune it out again, unsure if your feet have the strength to even walk away and give resistance against this random ass guy if he tries anything worse.

You pull out your phone from your unpractically tiny bag and open your messages.

23:16 — Eren

Erenb

Yes this is erenb

Can gou pixk me up

How drunk are you💀

Honestly nor that nuch this tine

Thid guys bortherijf me hurry up ples😋

This guy??

What’s going on?

Donr asknme idek myslef💀💀 hes jusr weirdinf me out

Im coming dw mika sent me the address earlier

Otw

He didn’t lie when he said he’d be quick, honestly Eren was waiting for you to return from the party. He got too bored sitting in your apartment alone watching tv.

You get a call and immediately shoot up knowing Erens arrived. You’re still too drunk to process whatever this guy was doing.

You think he’s following behind you? Who knows? You get out the front door with a cool breeze hitting you. It’s much quieter out here which would be nice if this guy wasn’t still trying to pursue you even after a good ten minutes of radio silence from you.

You feel your body sigh with relief as you spot Eren’s car, you make eye contact with him through the front window smiling. You can slightly see how he grins at your drunken walk in your painful heels until your vision spins to face the guy.

His hand was now on your shoulder and before you knew it Eren was getting out of his car. Whoever this man was he was clearly upset?? Clearly drunk and clearly mad at you. He’s rambling and you still don’t want to listen, hes saying something about you not mentioning you had a boyfriend or anything along those lines?

All you knew is that he was mad, you could feel it in his inebriated grip on your shoulder. Then you start to feel the alcohol coming back up you’re system as his other hand creeps to hold your waist. “Cmon ditch your boyfriend”

Before you can get a word of disgust out you feel familiar arms save you from this repulsive guys hold. Eren shoves his chest as he drunkenly stumbles backwards.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Eren spits out as his arm ushers you to stand a little behind him. He isn’t really one for violence when it’s a complete stranger. He has better things to do than that.

He can tell he’s drunk and after a few nonsensical sentences pour out the guys mouth; Eren’s done eyeing him down with demise so he walks you back to his car while the guy drags himself back to the party.

“Are you alright?” He questions you while rubbing his hand against your arms to warm you up as much as he can walking down the party’s front yard.

“Yeah I’m alright now at least, thank you Eren”

“That guy looked fucking homeless”

You softly smile to yourself, at ease in Eren’s presence. Half the grossness you felt in that stupid party had already began dissolving.

The drive home was quiet, calm. You were dozing off in the passenger seat while you held his free hand in you lap. His thumb swept back and forth until you arrived home. He reaches behind into the back seat, you’re too hazy to question why really. Eren bends over to take off your heels to then slide ur home slippers on.

“I don’t know why you wore those tonight, you know they hurt”

“I know right?!” You huff back at him. He laughs softly at your drunken state and gets out the car. He opens your car door to usher you out and puts his arm around you to help you walk to your apartment.

He lies you down on the couch and tells u to stay which you have no real trouble doing. He returns to the room holding one of his navy blue t-shirts and grey shorts.

“Okay baby, take off ur dress” he says gently.

“At least ask me to dinner first” you retort back. You snicker at your own joke but take off your dress all the same. He slips his shirt and shorts onto you then carries you to your bed effortlessly.

“You’re soo strong, do you have a girlfriend?” you giggle while feeling up his muscular arms. He only laughs at you and quickly leaves to grab something. He returns again, your micellar water in one hand and your toner in the other, “hey which one is the makeup thingy to take it off?” He questions, trying to communicate with whatever sober is left in you. You point to the micellar bottle and he wipes your face with it. The cool water and Eren’s delicate touch was extremely soothing. Although making you even more tired it did sober you up a little more.

Once he’s done, he puts everything down and climbs in bed next to you, pulling the blanket up, he moves you so that you’re on your side and pulls your knee toward him so that your leg is over his legs. He moves his arm to lie under your neck and pulls your whole body nearer with his free hand now on the small of your back.

You inhale deeply the scent of his chest and neck, now intoxicated by his musky scent while his hand slides up to bring your head nearer while he breathes deeply too, face shoved in the top of your head.

He moves to place a chaste kiss on your forehead.“You okay?” He asks, voice just above a whisper.

“Now I am, that guy was weird”, you murmur back still with a face full of chest.

“Yeah he was a fucking weirdo” Eren says, now speaking at a normal volume. “You’re not going alone to those parties anymore, I’m having a word with Mikasa trust”

You laugh at his seriousness and press a kiss to his collar bone, “No laughing I’m serious” he smiles, making space between you too to be able to kiss your collar bone too. He litters playful kisses on your neck. You laugh more while he roughly moves on top of you to only press more ticklish pecks all over you; intentionally smothering you.

You stop him by grabbing both sides of his head and bringing his lips to yours. You kiss him softly while he willingly returns it. He deepens the kiss with his tongue swiping your bottom lip until you open your mouth in the slightest, letting him slip it inside.

#attack on titan #eren jaeger #eren x reader #eren aot #headcanons #eren x you #bf!eren #boyfriend!eren #saviour #eren fluff #eren x reader fluff #aot fluff #comfort #eren comfort #eren x reader comfort #drunk reader #harrassment?

[borahaerhy]

Since request are OPPENNN!! 🥺A Yoongi studio soft smut. Him being obsessed with your boobs. And makes you come by just finger fucking you??😩

Yes I love it

Devour You - myg

Genre: Fluffy asf, Smut, the slightest amount of angst

Warnings: Soft Yoongi, Praise kink, Multiple orgasms, Yoongi is definitely a boob guy, vaginal fingering, oral (f. receiving) unprotected sex (bad), fluffy ass sex that's a lil rough,

Word count: 2.3K

Note: it's really fluffy bc Yoongi makes me SOFT, so I hope that's okay :)

“Oh,” Your voice was soft as you spoke, trying not to sound disappointed as Yoongi cancelled plans on you yet again. Your phone was held to your ear as your boyfriend sighed on the line.

“Baby, I know it sucks, but they really need me in the studio tonight. The deadline for the album is coming up and Namjoon is flooded-“

“It’s okay, Yoongs. I know how stressful this comeback has been on all of you. I’ll just see you when you get home,” The guys had been working non-stop for weeks, with the comeback not far away and everything really being rushed along, they needed all hands on deck. You didn’t blame Yoongi, of course, but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t suck you barely get to see your boyfriend.

“You know I love you, right?” You could tell from his voice that he was smiling. Tired, and in dire need of some rest and an actual meal that didn’t come from a vending machine; but smiling.

Your face cracked into a small smile as you looked down, still not quite used to Yoongi being so outwardly affectionate. Sure, you’d been with him for almost 3 years, but he’d never been one to talk about his feelings, or act loving or affectionate, especially around other people.

Even around the guys, Yoongi wouldn’t tell you he loved you or kiss you goodbye. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of you, or that he wasn’t absolutely obsessed with the way your lips felt against his; he was just incredibly anxious. All the time.

He loved you, and everyone knew that. The guys knew all about you, and you’d spent a lot of time with all of them. But Yoongi still gets anxious to be too close to you around them. He shared every aspect of his life with the guys. He’s lived with them and worked with them for almost his entire adult life. They know everything about him, and he knows everything about them.

But you were his, and his alone.

The thing’s you did, how you showed affection to one another, the words you shared were private, and were thing’s he wanted to keep private.

They all knew he loved you; they just didn’t need to know how he loved you.

“Yeah, I know. I love you too,” You sat in a comfortable silence for a few moments before he let out another sigh.

“I have to get back to work, but I’ll see you when I get home, love,”  You furrowed your brow, looking over into the kitchen at the food that you’d already began to prepare.

“Yoongs, really quick, do you think it would be okay if I dropped you off some food? I won’t stay for long, just to drop it off and leave, I just know you haven’t had any real food in a while and could probably do with some actual food,” You almost held your breath as you waited for his answer, desperately wanting him to accept so you could see him for longer than the two minutes you usually had a day from when he’d slip into your bed late at night, hours after you’d gone to bed, just to pull you so tightly into his body you had no hopes of staying awake long enough to have an actual conversation with him.

You know, even if this was only an additional two minutes, at least you’d both be conscious.

“Oh you really are heaven sent. You sure? You really don’t have to do all that for me, baby,” You shook your head, as if he could see you protesting before he could finish speaking.

“It’s nothing, I’ve already started cooking, and It’d make me feel better knowing you had a full meal. Should I make extra for the guys? When’s the last time they had real food?” He chuckled at your concerned tone, finding your worry adorable.

“If you have the time and ingredients already, don’t go out of your way, they’ll be fine without, but I’m sure they’d appreciate it.”

“Okay, I’ll be there in a few hours with enough to feed a small village. So, Jungkook and 3 other lucky members.”

“Or the entire building minus Jungkook,” You both let out a small laugh, before he tells you he’ll let the guys know, and you both get to work on your own respective projects.

Three minutes after you hung up the phone you had a text from Taehyung praising you highly and asking for you to bring extra kimchi for late night snacks.

It took a lot less time then you had anticipated to get all of it made, and soon enough you were on the way to the studio.

Luckily, most of the guys were recording in one room, so you could drop most of it off with them before making your way back to Genius Studio, where Yoongi had left the door ajar specifically for you, knowing you would be showing up any minute now.

Yoongi was so entranced in his work that he hadn’t noticed you walk into the room. You closed the door behind you before you turned back around, walking to the opposite side of the room to put the bag of food down on the small coffee table. When you turned back to look at Yoongi, he was already looking at you, large smile on his face as he pulled his headphones off and placed them on his desk.

“Sorry, you looked like you were in the zone, I didn’t want to pull you away from anything,” He shook his head as he stood and walked toward you, making his way across the small studio where his arms absentmindedly slid around your waist, pulling you into him softly as his lips found your forehead.

“Don’t apologize, it’s always easier to work after I’ve spent some time with you,” His voice was soft and muffled as you felt his lips move against your forehead as he spoke, not really wanting to be any further away from you than he was right then. “How much did you manage to save me from the hoards?” You smiled lightly as you pulled away from him, gesturing to the very full tote bag you had packed especially for him, making sure he would get all his favorites.

“I managed to save you a bit, but I had to wrestle for it,” You joked, earning a low chuckle from Yoongi as he moved to look in the bag. “But I don’t want to keep you any longer, so I’m going to go ahead-“

“Nope,” You had only managed to take two steps back when Yoongi’s arms were back around you, pulling you back over to him even though he definitely needed to get back to work. “You just got here, you should stay and eat with me,” As Yoongi spoke, his eyes seemed to get lost as his hands also began to roam.

He just meant to look at your lips, painted deliciously with his favorite gloss. But with his body pressed so tightly against yours, your cleavage had been pushed up even further than it was before. One hand stayed wrapped around your waist, his grip continuing to tighten around you as his other hand moved down your side and over the curve of your hip.

Your breath hitched as you noticed where his gaze had landed, your low-cut top obviously working to your advantage as his hand slowly and softly moved over the curve of your ass, his eyes rolling back into his head as he leaned his forehead against yours before he moved closer to your ear.

“I mean, you should at least stay until I eat you,” As soon as the words left his lips, his mouth was on your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses anywhere he could find visible skin as he moved one of his hands up to your chest, kneading at your soft breast as he moved you back toward the sofa.

He laid you down gently, kissing you hungrily as he crawled on top of you, his hands pulling your legs to wrap around his waist as yours tangled in his soft hair. His hands were quickly pulling your shirt above your head, his hands cupping your breasts through your lacy black bra as his mouth came back down to your chest, nuzzling his face in between your tits.

Your bra was soon discarded and your nipple in his mouth as his hand ventured between your thighs, rubbing you through your jeans. “Fuck, I’ve missed these,” his voice was low as you helped him out of his shirt, revealing his toned arms and abs he always insisted on hiding behind baggy dark clothing.

“Mph – Yoongi!” A muffled moan escaped you as his hand slid into your panties without warning, his fingers splitting your lips apart, coating himself in your sticky fluids.

“Mm, good, baby, let me hear you,” One great thing about Yoongi’s studio you’ve taken advantage of on many occasions before – It’s damn near completely soundproof – and if there’s something Yoongi loves more than your tits, it’s the noises you make when he’s ramming in between them. His fingers rub soft circles into your clit as his other hand carefully pulls your jeans off, his lips leaving wet kisses and red marks from where he couldn’t stop himself from biting into your soft skin. “So wet for me already, hm? So good for me,”

Your knees are on either side of his chest as his forehead rests on your sternum, his free hand gently caressing your outer thigh as your hands scratched at his shoulders, soft moans falling from your lips. His middle finger moved down, collecting your slick before he pushed a nimble finger into you, pumping you slowly as his thumb rubbed against your sensitive nub.

“Fuck,” It came out as more a whimper than a moan as you brought one of your hands up to your mouth as the other grips onto him, feeling your climax already swiftly approaching, and he’d barely touched you.

“I’ve been neglecting you, haven’t I?” He moved back up, his face above yours as his fingers kept up the same pace, his middle finger curling up into your g-spot at a toe curling angle as he brought his eyes to yours. He tried not to let his amused expression show as you let out another moan at how much one of his fingers was seemingly stretching you out. “So tight and needy, fuck baby, I don’t know if you’re even going to be able to take me,”

You moaned into his mouth, Yoongi unable to stop himself from kissing your messy lips any longer. He pushed another finger into your core, moving in and out of you roughly as his palm rubbed against your clit, lewd squelching sounds filling the room as he pinned one of your arms beside your head. A throaty groan left his lips as he rutted up against you, desperately needing friction in his jeans that were suddenly far too tight for him.

“M'gonna cu-fuck, Yoongi!” Your orgasm swept over you hard, leaving you lightheaded and spinning in the clouds for far longer than your normal orgasms would’ve. By the time your back down to earth, Yoongi’s head it between your legs, tongue giving your sensitive bundle of nerves swift skilled licks that almost immediately had you back in the clouds. “Shit, baby-“

“Taste so good, Y/n,” he moaned into your core, humming against you as he moved back against you. His jeans are around his ankles as one of his hands strokes himself, his other grips onto your breast, pinching your nipple between his fingers. His tongue travels down, darting into your core as he nuzzles his nose into your clit.

The buildup to your second orgasm doesn’t take near as long, Yoongi not having let up the entire time he’s had you pinned to his couch. Your fingers pull roughly at his hair as your orgasm washes over you yet again, your thighs twitch around him, clenching around his head as he wrapped his arms around them, gripping them tightly before he moves back up your spent body.

His tip rubs against your folds, your cum dripping everywhere making it easy to slide up and down, taking turns teasing your entrance and your clit. “Fuck, baby,” Yoongi’s face is in your neck, kissing and sucking on your sensitive skin. One of his hands massaged your breast as the other hooked itself under you knee. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he moved back up to your lips, hungrily devouring you as he stopped himself from slamming roughly into you.

“You’re fucking perfect, love,” Yoongi whispers softly as he slowly pushes into you, stretching you out perfectly. His other arm hooked under your other knee, giving him the perfect angle to fuck into you once you’d adjusted to his size. “Can’t fucking believe you’re mine,” he pulled out and thrust back in, starting slowly as his eyes refused to leave yours.

“I love you,” you moaned, one of your hands holding his cheek as his forehead rested on yours as he picked up his speed, making sure his tip hits your g-spot with every thrust.

“I love you, Y/n” he let his eyes roll into his head, moving faster and pulling your legs up higher. Your combined moans slowly began to fill the room, the couch was moving with the power of his thrusts.

He manages to pull one more sheet-gripping orgasm out of you before he finished inside you, his head completely void of anything that wasn’t you as he collapsed on top of you, rubbing up and down your body soothingly as you wrapped around him.

You were both practically asleep when Yoongi let out a loud deliberate groan, pushing his upper half off of you, looking down at you lovingly as he sweetly smooths your hair down. You smile softly at him and he returns the sentiment, leaning down and kissing you softly.

“You hungry?” He smiles. “It’s probably a little cold but I’d love for you to join me for dinner,” You chuckled lightly before nodding.

“I’d love to.”  

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[whumpshaped]

a concept just rammed into my head and i will now share it with my fellow Ambac Rotators on this blog: beck and helle species(?) switch

beck as a (relatively) new vampire

helle as a vampire hunter

no idea where this is gonna go. i just had the sudden image of human!helle pinning down a vampire 🛐

good day anon. i finally have the tentative spoons to engage w the fantasy (that ive been meaning to write for FOREVER and ur ask served as a good reminder of my goals and aspirations thank u)

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vampire hunter beck

tw vampire whumpee, dehumanisation, pet whump

Beck had been overly cautious every time he went hunting. He had to be, as a stupid little runt without anyone to protect him.

He had crawled out of his grave and into the clutches of a woman he barely recognised, only to immediately be discarded once she realised he couldn't use magic. He had begged her to leave him alive at least, promising to stay out of her way and go 'hunt' on someone else's territory; not his proudest moment, but then again, he had little to be proud of lately.

He hunted as best as he could, picking off lone passerby and muffling their cries as he drank his fill, too frantic and hungry to really care about causing pain. Then he disappeared for days, sometimes weeks, terrified of drawing attention to himself. And the cycle would repeat.

Until one day, he slipped up and chose the wrong target.

Beck had never seen a hunter before, especially not so up close and personal — and now that they were straddling his waist and putting a stake to his heart, he decided he didn't fucking like them. He had his hands up on either side of his head without having to be told, completely still in an attempt to appease the hunter who had caught him.

"You're the runt," they stated, not even a hint of doubt in their voice, but Beck nodded anyway.

"Yes, sir," he breathed, very aware of the sharp point digging into his chest whenever he dared inhale.

The title wasn't a conscious choice, really. He'd had to talk his way out of quite a few confrontations before, and if there was one thing he'd learned throughout all of it, it was that manners never hurt.

The hunter looked amused, leaning down a little and inadvertently placing more of their weight on the stake. Beck tensed under them, squeezing his eyes shut in anticipation of his inevitable demise. "Sir? Have I gotten myself a polite little leech?"

"I can be very polite so long as I'm alive, sir," he said hastily, and they chuckled.

"Alive... as if. Don't flatter yourself. I've seen corpses that looked better than you."

Beck pressed himself even more against the ground. "You're right, sir," he squeaked. "You're right. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Hey, listen." They clicked their tongue at him, like one would to get a pet's attention, and he reluctantly opened his eyes again. "I've got a deal for you."

"A... a deal?"

Was this common? He had nothing to compare this to. Were all hunters like this?

"Only because you're so well-behaved." They pressed down on the stake a little, as a gentle reminder for Beck to keep behaving, and he was suddenly very eager to nod along. "You see, runts are pretty rare. And regular vampires... they can't really be kept. It's a one and done deal, I come in, I stake them, I get my money."

That was simple enough. Terrifying, but simple. But also– "K-kept?"

"Kept," they repeated, grin widening. "Like a dog."

Beck swallowed. He had a feeling of where this was going, and he did not like the implications. "I... I see."

"And while I'm pretty successful, as far as hunters go... This is a dangerous job. I could use a buffer."

"No," he said timidly. "Please, I can't do anything, I can't– I can barely hunt, I'm starving half the time–"

"I could do with bait, too," they interrupted, shushing Beck when they saw him open his mouth to protest. "And of course, because I deal fairly, I'd let you have some blood in exchange. Can't have a pet without feeding it."

That... That made the offer sound much better, all of a sudden. He hadn't had anything to drink in at least a week, getting by on whatever dead animal he could find in the parks at night. Drinking from roadkill. His mouth was watering at the mere thought of human blood, even though the hunter hadn't yet specified what they'd be feeding him.

"Mmm, what is it? Interested?" they taunted, and Beck couldn't resist nodding a little. He wanted someone to protect him so badly; apparently even if they were a hunter.

"What... what do I need to do, sir?" he asked as respectfully as he possibly could, already wincing when the hunter pulled out a collar from their coat pocket and threw it into his hand.

"First things first, put that on. We'll discuss the rest on the way home."

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[baby-xemnas]

thinking about how the last time we see law and bepo in chapter 1081, law is barely conscious and bepo is in tears, begging for law to not die, to hold on. how in the very last panel it looks like bepo, in his desperation to get law to safety, has been forced to dive underwater with law on his back, and he must know how risky that is- but the risk of blackbeard seeing them on the water’s surface is higher, so bepo can’t stay above water the whole time, until he can find a safe spot for them to hide. the sheer terror bepo must feel because the likelihood of law drowning is high too, with bepo possibly having to dive underwater and resurface intermittently, and bepo is so scared, he doesn’t know how long a severely injured and barely conscious law will be able to hold his breath, if law is even still awake and hearing bepo talk to him, but bepo can’t afford to slow down because blackbeard and co. are too close by and might catch up to them. thinking about how bepo is probably so exhausted from the fight (who knows what side effects force inducing sulong form without the full moon could potentially have on his body) trying his hardest not to pass out, his vision going spotty, but he can’t won’t let his captain down, and it’s like a countdown in bepo’s head, a race against the clock, to get to a safe spot where he can temporarily stop and check on law. and with each passing second bepo is filled with even more panic at the worst case scenario. thinking about law being unresponsive when they do reach a temporary safe spot (maybe like a small island or a shipwreck idk), and bepo having to perform cpr on law and just how terrifying those few moments would be for bepo, when law isn’t breathing, bepo crying and pleading for his captain to come back to him

HOLY FUCK DUDE

god i didnt even think about the Law holding his breath part being so scary (i only saw jokes abt it lol) you are so smart...

fuck fuck fuck

and these are the tough decisions Bepo has to make for his captain - because Law is incapacitated and Bepo is going against captain's wishes - his instincts really - to stay with the crew. Law cannot, will not even THINK to prioritize his own life - Bepo has to do it for him and save him. Captain had given it his all, 100% and then some - to win, then to simply survive and save their family - it wasn't enough.

Oh this is getting me so fucking emotional i want to cry, because Bepo, sweet and wonderful Bepo has risen to the occasion because of course he did...push really did has come to shove and he really mother bear-ed it. Wow

And the craziest part is what he says - we've been through bad times, we got through them and we will get through this too - he's learned from times of crisis that they had - but it was never like THIS. Never this devastating. Never to the point where LAW was incapacitated...One can imagine Bepo moving on instinct

Great ask thank you so much i nearly cried while making soup

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[circusinthewalls]

SFW Price Ramblings - MDNI, AGELESS BLOGS DNI

(CW: Vomiting) [Masterlist]

You're sick again. Awake at some ungodly hour, heaving into the toilet for what feels like the thousandth time all because your coworker couldn't be bothered to stay home when he felt ill. Now half your office has whatever debilitating stomach virus it was that'd been torturing him.

What an absolute idiot. You all get paid sick leave, so you don't understand why he couldn't have ju.. just...

Another wave of nausea washes over you, and any and all coherent thoughts are lost.

Caught up in the feeling, you don't notice John entering the bathroom, nor sinking down to the floor to sit with you moments later. Only when your body has finally given up on expelling the contents of your empty stomach do you realize he's behind you.

But when you do, it's from the way he pulls you back, cradling you in his lap. One of his hands comes up with a damp washcloth to ever so gently wipe at your mouth. The other keeps your head in place against his chest.

You don't fight it. Couldn't if you wanted to, anyway. Everything aches, and now your throat is burning from the bile to top it all off. You're exhausted beyond belief.

Stupid Richard and his stupid.. self and this stupid fucking sickness. You just want to feel better already.

"It's not fair," you mumble, tears pricking along your bottom lashes.

John sets the washcloth aside and scoots back a ways, settling against the wall. He let's it support his weight while he supports you in turn. Those thick arms envelope you as he ducks his head down, planting kisses across your forehead.

"I know, honey. I know."

"M'so tired and.. a-and-"

The fluctuation in your voice tugs at his heartstrings more than he'd anticipated. All he wants is for you to feel better, too.

"Shhh, shh," he soothes. "I hear you, sweetheart. It's okay."

He begins to rock you, and that slow motion seems to finally calm the turmoil in your weary frame. He can still hear your sniffles and feel the way your chest stutters with them, but the way you gradually quiet down tells him he's doing right. That's more than enough for him.

"There you go... Just breathe. You're alright, yeah?"

Yours tears are kissed away. Although you barely notice now that your eyelids feel heavier than they had before.

"Safe and warm. Here with me." He hums with content, watching you nod off and presses a few more lingering kisses atop your mussed hair. "You're alright."

Hours pass before you awake again, but you find that you're back in your bed. John sleeps soundly beside you. Each intake of air is slow and even, entirely peaceful. Groggy, but still conscious enough to crack a smile, you inch closer.

You're glad he was able to fall back asleep easily, at least, after caring for you. Now it's time you got some proper rest together. Fitting yourself back in against him, you closed your eyes yet again. This sickness could go to hell, but you'd endure it for several lifetimes if it meant you got to keep soaking up his warmth.

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[hangmansgbaby]

Gunpowder & Lead P R O L O G U E

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Emory's POV is written by @mamachasesmayhem and Jake's POV is written by me.

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"I can't do this anymore, Matt. I'm leaving." The words leave my mouth with only a slight tremble. 

Matt barks out a laugh. "What was that, baby?" 

I take a deep breath and steel my nerves. "I'm leaving."

"The fuck you are!"

Matt's statement is punctuated with a fierce blow to my cheek, knocking me sideways.  

I thought that his recent lack of interest in me would have made this easier. I thought that maybe he was finally tired of me, that maybe he wouldn't care as much when I tried to leave. Clearly, I was wrong. 

A kick lands on my ribs after I land on the floor, followed by a few more. I try to no avail to block them, only earning bruises and likely more fractures to my arms. He grips my hair to pull me up only to slam my head into the floor.  My head spins as I feel blood pool beneath me.  I'm barely conscious when he finally decides to stop, probably thinking I'm down for the count. I hear him grab hiskeys from their hook by the door but when I catch a glimpse of the hooks I realize it wasn't just his that he took, but mine too. Shit, that makes this more difficult. His stupid ass Camero revs in the driveway and the sound of his tires peeling fills the small house. I fight to stay conscious because I can do this.  

I don't know how much time has passed when I pull every ounce of will and strength in my body and finally crawl onto my hands and knees.  

I can do this.  

It could have been minutes or hours since Matt left, so I don't waste a second.  

I can do this.

I stumble out of the door and adrenaline floods my nervous system.  

I can do this.

My bare feet carry me across the pavement and then through the woods across from the house. It'll hurt like hell later, but it's much shorter to cut through them to get to Birdie's house. This is a route I've memorized, having to sneak out to see my best friend when Matt eventually stopped allowing it. I can get there with my eyes closed, and it's entirely possible I do. 

I eventually break through the tree line and push past the pain that's threatening to overwhelm my body. The light to the back porch is on, drawing me near like a lighthouse to the coast, and I stumble the last few steps to the door. I fall against the cool wood in a heap, frantically pounding my fist against it as darkness clouds my vision. The door opens underneath me and I let it take over, finally able to rest. 

It's warm when I come to, a gentle voice rousing me. "Sweets, can you hear me? Shit, Jav!  She's breathing and has a pulse but she's not responding to me."

I groan and try to peel my eyes open. That voice definitely does not belong to Birdie. It's not her husband Bob either, and that's what startled me enough to fully return my brain to my body.  My eyes land on a face surely carved by Aphrodite herself. 

"Am I dead?" I mutter out. With a chiseled jaw and concern swimming in mossy green eyes staring down at me, I must be. Especially if I'm not scrambling to get away from a man that isn't Bob Floyd. But a tiny voice in my head tells me that he's safe and that he won't hurt me, so I let myself listen to it. 

A small smile pulls at the lips of the man above me. "No, sweets. You're alive, it looks like you fought real hard to be too. How'd you end up here?"

The realization I didn't make it to Birdie's makes me gasp and try to sit up. "I was trying to get to Birdie's house, where I am?!"

I notice I'm cradled in his lap when his arms tighten around me in an attempt to keep me from jostling the multiple injuries I'm sure I have. "Easy, I got you. Birdie Floyd? She's right next door, you almost made it. Just a hundred feet short."

A voice crackles through his phone, clearly on speaker given that I can hear it so clearly. "I'm about 3 minutes out, Jake. What's going on?"

"She's awake, Javy. I think I can manage until you get here, but I'll keep you on the phone just in case."

He turns to me and I can hear sirens in the background of the call. "I'm Officer Jake Seresin and on the phone is my best friend Javy Machado, he's a paramedic.  He's working tonight and I called him the second I opened the door, he and his partner are on the way to come look at ya, ok?" My nod prompts him to continue. "I can go get Bob and Birdie if you want?"

"No!" I yelp. "Please don't leave me alone! H-he might show up..."

"It's ok, pretty girl. I got you, I won't leave you alone. You're safe with me." His voice is calm, soothing. "Even though I'm off duty, I called in some backup. I don't want ya worryin' when you hear the sirens and see the lights here shortly."  

His thumb rubs small circles on my upper arm as red and blue fill the night sky. 

Jake carries me outside to meet the paramedics and I can hear Birdie from across the yard.

“What’s going on?” Her eyes scan the scene and finally land on me and she immediately runs to me."Emory! Oh, honey! What did he do to you this time?" She starts sobbing as her hand gently traces my swollen cheek. "How'd you find her, Jake?"

"She found me. She knocked on my door thinking it was yours." His chin tips up in acknowledgment when Bob joins his wife. "Hey, Floyd. Javy just rolled up and called in some backup."

No sooner than the words leave his mouth, a tall man with a mocha complexion hops out of the ambulance and rushes over. Jake reluctantly lets me go and nods at me as Javy takes over and lays me on a stretcher. As he's taking inventory of my injuries and rolling me to the ambulance, I hear Jake talking to Bob.  

"Where's the fucker that did this to her?"

"If he's not at home, he's at The Den." Bob replies, anger clear in his voice. 

Jake climbs up the step into the ambulance, just beside Birdie and reaches out and gently squeezes my hand.  "Javy's the best there is, you're in good hands. I'm gonna go get the sad excuse of a man that did this to you and he's gonna go rot in a cell."

Tears well in my eyes as relief washes over me.  "Thank you, Jake."

Jake did as he promised, immediately arresting Matt and tossing him in jail. After confirming I did, in fact, end up with new fractures in my arm, a concussion, and severely bruised ribs I returned to work about a week after I may have been sporting a neon pink cast, fading bruises on my face, and stitches in my lip, but I'd never been happier. 

The trial officially concluded and Jake was there by my side through the entire thing, volunteering to be my personal protection detail.

6 months later

Jake had walked through the door of Cora's, the bakery Birdie and I have been working at since we were undergraduates at UT Austin. Once the recognition hit me, I gasped. "It's you."

His smile was soft, almost shy, as he blushed. "It's me."

"You saved me, l-I don't have enough words for how thankful I am for you."

Thankfully, he dropped in during a slower time so my rambling isn't holding up other customers.  

Jake reaches up and rubs the back of his neck as he looks down. "I'd like to think it's what anyone would do, having sworn an oath to protect and serve and all."

I take the time to finally observe what he's wearing, and he looks damn good in his uniform, before smiling up at him. "Well, take your pick officer. Anything you want is on the house.  For as long as I work here."

After that day, he made it a habit to stop in at some point during his shift for coffee and a pastry if he was feeling particularly cheeky.  "The coffee's always been free to the boys in blue, I can't take advantage of your kindness all the time, Sweets." He'd told me. 

And eventually Jake asked me out. "I know you were in a terrible relationship before, so if this is too forward, stop me. But now that it's not a conflict of interest, how do you feel about dinner with me?"

"Dinner sounds amazing." I'd told him with a wide smile and his quickly matched my own. 

From that day forward, we'd been nearly inseparable. With his support, I'd finally caught up with Birdie and finished my MBA. While in school, I met the little spitfire named Adalaide Blake.  She had been in her final semester of law school and studying to pass the BAR exam. She quickly became close to Birdie and I and we've been thick as thieves since.  

Honoring the promise she made to a couple of 19 year old kids, Cora, the owner of the bakery, turned it over into our capable hands and retired. Cora was the grandma I had always wanted.  She took me in when I had nothing and loved Birdie and I as her own. Not long after we took over, Matt was released from prison. Jake had delivered the unfortunate news after plying me with ice cream and tequila a few days before our one year anniversary. He promised to keep me safe and asked me to move in with him. We'd discussed it more the next morning when I was sober and he assured me his reasoning was more than just keeping me safe, he wanted me as part of his every day routine.  

Within a few months of my moving in, I helped Jake study for and pass his detective's test. He soon promoted and we celebrated by christening the new home for the bakery. The new location included a large, secure basement with the intention of housing abused women and children.  Thanks to Jake, the rest of his squadron at the department, and connections they've made through the years, the changes weren't made public knowledge.  

There was a caveat that Jake wasn't aware of: Birdie, Addie, and I had been planning something. While we were absolutely making the new construction a safe haven, we also wanted to find a way to make sure men like Matt didn't ruin any more lives. We realized we could make that happen thanks to the combined knowledge of my studying with Jake for the detective test, Birdie hearing all the stories from Bob about work, and Addie having spent a few years as a defense attorney, we could do it. Birdie had the idea to open a secret speakeasy that would be a way for us to meet with potential women who needed help. The brave souls who sought our help were instructed to ask for a pomegranate scone, which was not sold in the bakery.  They were instead provided with a time to meet back here at the speakeasy that we named "The Underworld." 

Over the next 2 years, we caught cheaters, helped mothers get sole custody of their children, returned money stolen by swindling slimeballs, and rescued women and children from abusive homes. Along the way, we'd made some new friends and became known as The Furies. The Furies consisted of a team of powerful, badass women who shared the same mindset as us. We also made some new enemies...one of them being the Austin PD. A task force was born to stop the ring of vigilantes, and the most ironic part of it all is that many of the Furies have a personal connection to a member of the task force.  For me it was Jake. The man of my dreams and love of my life, had taken on the lead. He had risen through the ranks quickly, finding himself on many cases involving the work of the Furies. With his extensive knowledge, it was a no brainer for the department that he be the commanding officer. Even Birdie’s husband volunteered to be the CSI Specialist for the task force.

Jake and I were almost 4 years into our relationship when my ruse was finally up. I had successfully kept the two facets of my life separate until that fateful night. 

We had been running a sting on a local biker gang known for human trafficking, Demeter and I had been at The Den while trying to sneak our way into the back by posing as "entertainment" for the club. Apparently, one of the guys there that night had known Matt and therefore knew who I was. That's when shit hit the fan. While I'd been training extensively with Jake in MMA classes and with our ex-military friend learning to evade capture, one me against five men was no match. I'd learned how to take a hit with minimal damage and that was my saving grace. With my ass thoroughly beaten, I once again found myself stumbling through the dense woods that lead to Bob and Birdie's house. Leaning against the doorframe, my knuckles rap against the wood for her to come usher me inside and help me get patched up.  

If my right eye wasn't swollen shut, I might have noticed that the door was a deep blue I'd personally picked out instead of the dark maroon I was expecting. The door opens and I don't even look up before I start talking. 

"I'm an idiot, I know. Might need to call someone though, I think one of those fuckers broke my nose," I whine. 

"Emory? What the fuck?!" A deep voice bellows from the open door. 

I look up and my eyes make contact with very angry looking green ones.  "Aw shit, wrong door again."

"What the actual fuck, Em? Get inside." I try to usher her in but she takes a step back.

"No, I'm gonna pretend this didn't happen and walk over to Birdie's." Emory tried to walk away but I reached out and snatched her hand. "Jake what are you -? Ow ow, fine, I'll go, just let go of me." 

I let go and she pulled on her hand to get rid of the feeling. I could see the war in her one good eye as she reluctantly followed me inside. I led her into the kitchen, lifting her up onto the island before moving to grab the first aid kit from under the sink. I silently began working on cleaning up the blood on her face before moving down to see if there are other wounds to treat. 

"It's just my nose." She mutters and I release the breath I didn't know I was holding as I check on her nose. It wasn't broken thankfully and it didn't look like she was going to have a concussion either so I was able to relax a little. 

"Well it doesn't look broken." I sigh as I move to grab an ice pack from the freezer. "Just need some ice and you'll keep your gorgeous face in perfect condition." She gives me an unimpressed glance as I hold out the ice pack to show her how serious I am about fixing her nose. She grabs it and gingerly presses it against the bridge of her nose.

The air around us was thick as we sat in silence. I took the time to really take her in: the way her hair is still messy and her eyes are still slightly swollen, the bridge of her nose was red and she was sure to have bruising around her eyes tomorrow. I could tell by the way she stared at the tiled floor of our kitchen that she was in her mind. She was supposed to be at the bakery all night, and now she's showing up at my door bloody, again. I'm just about to say something when she speaks up.

"So I guess I gotta explain why we're having a deja vu episode."

"That would be nice." I say with a deep sigh. "But I'd rather make sure you are okay."

"I'm fine. I'd like to explain it all now, rather than later." Her voice sounded strained and for someone who was usually so confident, that was saying something. "Okay, shoot." 

She takes a deep breath before she starts. "I would like to state that if you never wanna see or speak to me again after you hear all this I completely understand, because it's a lot and you're probably gonna hate me afterwards and—"

"Em, please, stop." I cut her off, unable to deal with any more of her self deprecating rambling. "We're gonna have to get married before you continue so I can claim marital privilege."

"Wait, really?" She drops the ice pack to the counter as her eyes widen at my words. We've only just recently started talking about marriage being an option because I wanted to wait for her to be ready for it. "Seriously? You wanna marry me before I tell you all this?"

"Really, sweets." I smile, reaching out to cup her cheeks. "I love you and nothing could ever make me hate you! Shit, you could be the fucking leader of the Furies and I would still only see my Emory. I even have a ring upstairs." 

"No you don't." She chuckles nervously. 

"Oh, I do, trust me." I lean towards her and place a small kiss on her lips. They're chapped but warm. She leans forward as well, tilting her head slightly. We pull apart with a soft chuckle.

"So should we get you that ring and then go tell Bob and Birdie?" I smile.

"Yeah. Yeah I think we should." She nods before looking back at me. "You wanna help me clean up?" I laugh as I grab a washcloth to clean up the rest of the blood. 

Once she was cleaned up and changed into some new clothes, we made our way across the shared yard to the Floyd household. 

"I doubt they're even still up." Emory mutters as I knock on the door. "I mean seriously, it's 4 am. They wouldn't still be up, would they?"

"Not that I can tell." I frown and look back toward Em. "Let's see." We both peer inside the house through a window and we both see that the lights are still on, albeit dimly. Suddenly, the door opens to reveal Bob, his eyes already tired and his glasses fogged up from sleep. His hair was rumpled as if he had been running his hands through as his vision focused on us.

"Hey, what are you guys doing here so late?"

"We need to talk to you guys." I answer as Emory nods. 

"About what?" The tone in his voice indicates that he isn't buying into anything. He's definitely suspicious of us. 

"Nothing important." I lie and Emory quickly steps in.

"But you should go get Birdie."

"If it's enough for the both of you to interrupt mine and Birdie's sleep schedules, then it is important." Bob sighs, "Come on in." He gestures us in before locking the door and heading towards his bedroom where Birdie was surely sound asleep.

It's a few minutes before we hear the tell tale signs of Emory's best friend running down the hallway. 

"Em! Are you okay?" The brunette girl drops beside her friend, checking her over for injuries. "Should I call…?"

"I'm fine Bird, everything is okay now." Em assures her and I could see Birdie's shoulders visibly relax before she reaches for a pillow.

"Then where the hell have you been?!" The brunette exclaims as she pulls away from her friend, hitting her with the decorative pillow. "I thought you were dead! There was always a chance you were in deep but what the hell?!"

"I'll explain everything later, but we need you to do something for us first." Emory smiles softly, pulling the pillow from Birdie's hands. Both Birdie and Bob look at us confused as I move to the seat next to Em. 

"We're getting married tomorrow." I say.

"Oh." Bob answers shocked.

"Oh? Oh my god! Finally!" Birdie jumps up cheering. "Wait! Why tomorrow?"

"I might've fucked up on which door I knocked on again." Emory giggles. I laugh with her, Birdie just stares blankly at us before she speaks.

"So you're gonna...?"

"After the wedding, he wants marital privilege." Em answers.

"Oh well then by all means Mr. Seresin, dive in head first!" Birdie replies, laughing. "Break her heart after this, they won't find your body."

"I'm gonna kill you someday Birdie." Emory mumbles.

"No you won't." Birdie blows her a kiss. "Now you get the guest room." She says, pulling Emory from the couch and pushing her down the hall. "And you get to go home and sleep alone!" She says, looking at me. 

"But..."

"It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding. Now get out of my house." Birdie ushers me towards the door.

"Ya know we could've done it in secret." I tell her.

"Then you'd be dead. Night Jake!" She smiles before closing her front door and locking it. 

With that I turned, headed towards home. I felt slightly lightheaded and giddy; I couldn't believe it actually happened. I didn't feel scared or worried, but I guess I should have. I knew I loved Emory and nothing could change that, why would she even think that anything would? As I thought about these things walking through my front door, I glanced at the clock, noting the brightly shining 4:36 am. The courthouse opens at 8, sleeping now would only make us late so I walked to the living room and threw on the morning news.

Our wedding, although a simple one at the courthouse with only Bob and Birdie present was perfect. I never needed the fancy suit, the white gown, and the big wedding to prove that I loved her. Seeing her stand before me with the ring I've been holding onto for a year was more than enough. Bob and Birdie treated us to breakfast before heading back to their house. And then Emory tells me everything. And I mean everything.

I sit in shock on the loveseat as Em paces across the living room from me. Birdie's in the kitchen making drinks and Bob speaks up from his seat on the other couch.

"Well thank fuck someone else knows." He sighs, relaxing into his chair.

"I'm sorry, WHAT?!" I shouted, turning to who I thought was my best friend. "You knew they were doing this?"

"Why else do you think there was never any definite trail linking them to any of the crimes? I've been busting my ass around the clock out here!" Bob defends. "Nat and I can't take it anymore!" Bob immediately slaps a hand over his mouth. My eyes widen, if possible, more than they already were. 

"Nat knows?!"

"BOB!" Both Emory and Birdie shout.

"Am I the only one who didn't know?" I question, my eyes trailing between the girls. 

"Uhhh, Jake. Let's talk more tomorrow after we've consummated our marriage and can't have it annulled." Em chuckles softly and I already know the answer. Everyone, everyone knew before me.

"Did everyone know before me?"

"At least Cyclone doesn't know. Especially about—" Bob is cut off again by his wife who's abandoned the drinks. 

"Robert!"

"The dam is broken, Birdie. There's no turning back now!" 

"I knew we should've let Psyche make him sign the NDA." Emory sighs, groaning as she drops into a seat.

"Well I figured he feared his wife more." Birdie shrugs.

"And I do!" Bob jumps up, trying to defend himself. "I don't fear jail because I know what you bunch are capable of."

"Robert Floyd! Did you only marry me cause you thought I'd kill you?!" Birdie shouts, turning to glare at her husband.

"No! I love you! I do!" Bob panics, trying to dig out of the hole he got himself in. "But I definitely don't wanna be on the receiving end of one of Em's special recipes."

"BOB!!!" Em, Birdie, and hell even I shouted at him, knowing that was definitely something he was not supposed to tell me.

"I'm gonna go shower now." Bob mutters, walking towards the master bedroom.

"I swear I'm gonna—"

"Let us leave before you go all Hera on his ass." Em laughs as she pulls me to the front door. I'm still processing everything she told me as we enter our home.

My girlfriend—my wife— is THE Persephone, the leader of the Furies. The woman who has been avoiding capture at my hand for years now. The love of my life is who I've been chasing this entire time. Holy shit.

"You okay over there?" Her voice drags me from my thoughts. I look up to see her staring at me expectantly. 

"I'm okay, I think?" 

"Are you asking me if you are okay?" She laughs, stepping up to me. Her hazel eyes still sparkle the way they always have, but especially since she now has the diamond ring I got paired with her now. This is still my Emory, not the known vigilante that I've been hunting for years. 

"No. I'm okay." I smile at her. 

"So... the handcuffs are still for in the bedroom and not for arresting me right?" She asks, smiling as she slowly pulls me towards our room. It's only then that I realize how painfully hard I am.

"Please stop talking. My dick is hard and I'm so confused as to why." Emory laughs at my statement, stopping in her tracks as she snorts, doubling over from her laughter. "This isn't funny Em! I'm conflicted!"

As she calms down she looks up at me with lust filled eyes. "At least you know that I don't entirely hate you for all the times you shot at me." She shrugs casually and walks into the room leaving me standing there in shock, her hips swaying a little more. 

Then it hits me. Some of the nights that we had the greatest sex— it was right after I had a shootout with the Furies. She would jump me the minute we were both home and my god—

"Don't you dare start without me, sweets!"

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[sashi-ya]

𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒙 𝑽-𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 Traffic Jam +18. 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐰 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Dear, Anon your 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝑹𝒂𝒚𝒆́𝒔 bonbon is filled with 𝒋𝒂𝒎 & 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 , please enjoy the taste of 𝒄𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒙

request: Anonymous asked: Hi sashi ! Well I suppose it's already full but I'll try anyways, 'cause I'm dumb ahah ! May I pick a Matcha 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦́𝘴 for Law x f! reader ! ♥ If not I hope seomone request a matcha Law eheh ♪ | tw: car sex. oral sex. who wouldn't like to suck Law's dick while stuck in traffic? cause I would, and that's exactly what I wrote. wc: 1k | masterlist

“I can’t wait” you joke, playing with Law’s hair while both are stuck in traffic.

“You- what? You wanna go to the bathroom?” he asks, innocently. His icy eyes fixed in the road ahead.

Coming back from that getaway didn’t go as planned; traffic has become crazy and you have still a lot of hours ahead until you get home.

You giggle. Is not that…Law promised you, he would be fucking you tonight when you get home, too. It wasn’t enough for the both of you doing it during all weekend, you wanted more. A lot more.

Your hand slips through his inner thigh, you squeeze. Law frowns, looking at you with his typical side look. “I’m driving” he says, so serious and dry.

“My hands are cold. I need to warm them up” you lie, conscious of your boyfriend being a lot more intelligent than to believe in that excuse.

“I can turn on the heat” he mumbles, pressing the little button in the car commands. However, he doesn’t take your hand from where it is. Law wants you as much as you want him.

You roll your eyes, biting your lower lip with a naughty look in your face. “You can surely turn on the heat ” you whisper, coming closer to his ear.

What an evil creature you are… to simply breath closer to his neck, to barely graze your lips against the golden hoop hanging from his earlobe.

Law’s tattooed fingers squeeze the wheel. There are only foggy streets, packed with cars that barely move once in a while. A classic traffic jam after those festive weekends. “I- I need to pay attention, (Name)-ya” he lies; he isn’t paying attention. He can’t.

“Pay attention, then. Why wouldn’t you?” you keep purring words into his ear, making the skin of his back turn bumpy and his dick harder.

He huffs, looking at you with a side look once again. This time, yet, a little smirk shows on the commissure of his lip. It’s so little you can barely see it, but you know him… Law is down for the game; his eyes tell you to keep playing, he begs for it.

“I really wish we could have stayed longer. I really like the jacuzzi, Law” you protest, acting all cute and dumb like.

“The jacuzzi where I fucked you senseless? I do to, honestly” he says, after taking some time to answer. His low, calmed voice hits you with words he usually wouldn’t say unless it’s during sex, and it makes your lower belly feel… fancy.

You scoff. The little shit can play as well, or even better, than you. “That one, the one where you filled me up to brim with your cum” you chose words that match his vibe. And it startles him.

“Ah… (Name)-ya? When did you learn to speak that way? Don’t you think your little mouth shouldn’t be pronouncing such things?” he murmurs, looking at you with lust in his pupils.

You lick your upper teeth, crawling and resting your head on his leg, looking up at his sharp mandible and the beard he perfectly trims. “Should I use this mouth for better things? That’s what you are suggesting?” you moan, using your fingers to slowly touch the increasing bulge on his crotch.

“What type of things, (Name)-ya? Can you show me, please?” he encourages you to do exactly what you are planning to, while he checks every side of the road.

You crack your neck. Ready, set, go. There is nothing you know he loves the most than your lips around his shaft, and your wet tongue playing with his precum covered tip.

Diving into his pants, you free his sex. Throbbing, erected, eager. Once again. Once more. Law caresses your head so softly, and yet so dominantly. As if he was ordering you to put it in your mouth, to taste him.

And you do. First, a peck. Then, your tongue cleaning the sprouting arousal. He grunts, low but hearable. “Good girl, (Name)-ya. That’s what your mouth should be used for~” he purrs, intertwining his fingers with your hair.

He takes advantage of a little side road that connects with the main driveway and turns the wheel to there. You smile. Either he knows a good shortcut to avoid traffic, or he wants to be alone with you in the middle of an unknown road.

You whine, slightly gagged by his length as the path turns bumpy. Law is enjoying this, his hips go little by little up, he feels the need for his tip to hit your throat and perhaps fucking you, too.

“Ngh- keep going, love. I will park somewhere” he moans, while the lights outside disappear as there is nothing but countryside around you. Finally, the freeway has been left on the side, and you are sure that nobody could see you.

You accompany your oral delight with jerking off motions, your fingers have reached Law’s perineum and he can’t keep driving. He really needs relief, and can’t execute any more actions than to cum.

Parked the car, Law helps you take off his pants. His hand reach for your breasts, going under your thick sweater, squeezing them, pinching your nipples.

“(Name)-ya… Don’t get my seat cover stained” he orders, as if it was your cum the one who could do it. However, you understand very well what he wants…

“Hmhpf…” you nod, looking up at his dilating pupils and raptured climaxing face.

He retorts, as you go deep, hitting your uvula with his sex. He rolls back his eyes, bites his lip, and pushes your head down. “F-fuck, (Name)-ya!” he grunts, bathing your throat with his warmth.

You smile around the twitching member, you allow his seed to go down your throat down your belly, and, when he is over you make sure to show some traces on your tongue before swallowing it all down.

“God dammit, (Name)-ya…” he exhales, loudly. “You know what you have earned?” he asks, playing with your lower lip with his thumb.

You cough a little, tears still garnish the corner of your eyes. With a naughty smile, you look at him tilting your head. “What, Law?” you playfully ask.

He kisses your forehead, and helps you crawl to the back seats of his car. “Well, I’m gonna fuck you so hard right now, you have no idea… by the way, you are totally allowed to stain the car seats this time…”

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[stabbyfoxandrew]

kevjean sleepy kiss!!!!!!!! :D

24. A sleepy kiss

Jean never needs to set an alarm. His body wakes up at the same time every morning, no matter what time he goes to bed. It’s very annoying sometimes, when the dead haunt his dreams. Luckily, he’d slept well the night before. How could he not after the night they’d had?

The thought of last night’s events has him waking up elsewhere and Jean pushes those images away. It’s far too early for that. Even if it wasn’t, Kevin is of course still snoring into Jean’s pillow. He has his back to Jean, curled up on his side with his bad hand curled to his chest protectively. Even at rest, he can’t relax. And it’s been years.

Jean sighs softly, under his breath. He’d rather be dead than get out of bed right now. He’d rather be dead than a lot of things. But the reason he’s stuck around is right next to him. Close enough to touch.

So Jean does.

He places a hand on Kevin’s hip, “Kevin?”

He gets no response. He hadn’t expected one. His love will not rise for at least two more hours, he knows. He’d like to stay here until then. Hm. Maybe he will. Jean moves until his chest is flush against Kevin’s back and drapes an arm over him to pull him closer. Kevin stirs just barely and Jean sighs against his nape.

A sudden inhale, then Kevin is conscious. “Wha time ‘s it?”

“Seven. Go back to sleep,” Jean whispers.

“You gettin’ up?” Kevin mumbles, his mouth still not quite awake. Fuck, Jean loves this man. He thinks about it for a moment. 

“Non.” Jean says, “Not yet.”

Kevin turns his head a bit, to look at Jean. He has the nerve to look annoyed. It’s more cute than anything though. “Then why’d you wake me up?”

“I wasn’t trying to. You’re very holdable,” Jean says, emphasizing his point by squeezing Kevin tight against him. He watches Kevin roll his eyes, but there’s a soft, sleepy smile on his lips. Oh, his lips. 

Jean presses his own against Kevin’s shoulder. Once, twice, three times. Then his neck, his jaw, his cheek. Finally, Kevin gets the idea and turns around in Jean’s arms. His hair is an inky mess against the pillowcase and Jean’s never seen anything more beautiful. He rewraps his arms around Kevin and captures his lips in a kiss that is far from innocent. There’s more tongue than there should be and the morning breath is terrible, but he doesn’t care.

When he finally pulls away, Kevin is wide awake. And half-hard against his thigh. “What was that for?” He asks, breathless.

“Maybe I was trying to wake you up.”

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