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soleilnomoon · 1 year ago

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Hi Kaia could i order white chocolate,fruit tart,glazed Donut,nougat,Donut hole,with caramel and whipped cream for one piece men: (Luffy ,Rayliegh ,Ace, Zoro, Sanji ,Shanks,and Law) plz and thank you

hihi ty for being patient angel 🥰️ i def took some liberty w. this one, but i think i like how all of them turned out; you gave me a tall order but *clenches fist* i survived 💛💛💛 anyway, ty for requesting hope you like it :)

3.2k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni; smut, some angst, fluff (wow i know), hurt/comfort; feat. luffy being a total menace, rayleigh being the dilf we all want, ace being mischievous as ever, zoro being a dumbass, sanji being overwhelmed, shanks being the absolute worst, and law trying to teach reader a lesson. also feat. cute stuff like: ass grabbing, rough (consensual sex), exhibitionism & public sex, lil bondage, jealousy, orgasm denial, some sof smut™ (who am i), oral (f receiving), fingering, oral (m receiving), idk other stuff probably. y/n has no self preservation ofc, these men are ridiculous (i love them). (if u see grammar/spelling mistakes no u didn't <3)

it isn’t your intention, but somehow you and your captain get separated from the group one afternoon while canvasing a new island. you normally don’t get lost, but luffy was teasing you all morning — pulling you aside for impromptu kisses, grabbing onto your hips from behind, his lips curled into a devilish smile against your neck with each kiss he left behind. luck was usually on your side during those instances, except it seems it’s suddenly run out.

“don’t give me that look,” you say as sternly as you can, eyes glancing around to see if any of your crew mates doubled back to look for you. luffy’s really to blame for you both getting lost, but he doesn’t want to admit that just yet; it’s more entertaining to tease you, because you’re cute when you’re annoyed. luffy wraps a hand around your wrist and pulls you further away from the path you came from.

in between kisses, you remind him that you’re both pressed for time.

“don’t worry,” he says in a low voice, “it’ll be fine, probably.” you’d slap him if he wasn’t already kissing you again, tongue licking inside your mouth hotly; you arch against him, face flushed from the heat. his kisses remind you of summers and warm breezes; your mouth still tastes like the mangos you consumed with him earlier — sticky and sweet, a taste he’ll always covet.

you squeeze your thighs together when his hand roams lower and take a shuddering breath once he backs you against a thick tree. you hike a leg around his hip, holding him close to you, humming pleasantly when you feel the growing bulge in his shorts. being this close to him makes you impulsive and you know that all you have to do is rub against him once and he’ll fuck you against that tree. but your conscience wins out and you pull away, ducking out of his hold quickly, panting lightly as you touch your lips with the tips of your fingers.

“we need to get back to the others,” your voice is a bit too high when you say that. luffy laughs at your act and plants a wet kiss on your cheek; you bicker with him playfully on the walk back while holding his hand and lacing your fingers together with his.

“i don’t normally do this. i have to go.”

that’s what you said twenty minutes ago, after you’d gotten tipsy enough to have the courage to flirt with the older man sitting next to you. the pub was crowded and you only ever came by if you didn’t want to be recognized. rayleigh had a dangerously devilish charm, one that extracted information out of you with ease.

his voice is thick and rich, his words a pretty distraction — hypnotizing you as you find yourself nodding along to his impetuous plans. he hadn’t intended on sleeping with anyone tonight, but he couldn’t resist himself once he saw you sitting there by yourself, swaying on the bar stool while humming a nameless tune.

you seemed so content to be alone, it was admirable.

he had a bright smile and a laugh that came deep from the soul; you felt your body flush at the thought of kissing him suddenly. you blamed the alcohol for making you foolish, but you knew that wasn’t exactly true.

now you’re seated atop a sink in the upstairs bathroom, whimpering softly as you keep your legs spread for him. your skirt is hiked up, panties discarded somewhere — they were ruined once rayleigh whispered in your ear and suggested you carry on the conversation elsewhere; his hands were skilled, his mouth even more so.

he liked how pliable and supple your body was, how plush and soft your thighs were under his calloused hands. you shivered as he ran a finger along your slit, making you tremble as you keep as still as possible. rayleigh, you come to find, is experienced and passionate; you grow impossibly drunk from all his teasing — to the point that you’re panting and begging him to fuck you.

“all in good time.” his voice is gravelly when he nips at your exposed clavicle, cock hard and heavy; he knows he should hurry up, but something about you makes him want to take his time — so he can see all the frustrated expressions on your face. you pull him close and wrap your hand around his cock, stroking his length, rattling his nerves until he finally gives in.

he buries his cock to the hilt, hips pulling back and snapping forward roughly against you. letting out a breathy moan, you can feel just how slick your pussy is from your arousal. legs wrapped around him, you lean up to kiss along his jaw; he chuckles and indulges you, hands gripping your thighs, fingers likely to leave bruising marks behind from how tight he’s holding you. rayleigh fucks with you with fervor and selfishness that serves as a daunting reminder — that you’ll never find someone else like him after this.

“ace,” you pant as quietly as you can, but you’re struggling badly. the 2nd division commander has you in a back hallway on the ship early in the morning. he’s grinning like a fool, clearly entertained by your insistence on keeping quiet. he kisses you as he knocks his hips against yours, his cock sliding deeper inside your pussy; he holds you up against the wall as your legs stay wrapped around him.

you buck your hips against his, doing your best to match his thrusts, but his strokes are deadly and frenzied.

“wait, wait, ace slow down,” you whisper, sighing pleasantly when his cock reaches a sweet spot that has you clenching around him tightly.

“can’t,” he says in response, breath warm against your jaw, “stay. unless you want to get caught.” he gives you a meaningful look that’s accompanied with a smirk. you purse your lips but shake your head. it would be easier if you could stay mad at him, but he’s too cute and funny and attractive — plus, you like that he’s bold enough to fuck you in public without a care in the world. you hear voices off in the distance and panic, eyes widening as you look back at him.

but ace only winks and tells you to hold on tight.

as you bite down on the fleshy part of your palm to keep yourself from screaming, ace pummels his thick cock into your cunt mercilessly, balls slapping against you loudly. the sound is lewd and tantalizing; you find that you can barely keep up with his thrusts, but you do your best anyway.

apparently, he’s determined to make you cum before your crew mates catch you. and as much as he jokes that he wouldn’t care if someone saw you, a small wave of jealousy passes through him at the thought of anyone seeing you like this. he wants to finish up quickly so he can take you somewhere more private. it’s when he bites your neck roughly and pants against your skin that you cum unexpectedly, a blinding, white hot flash filling your vision as you forget yourself and scream his name.

the rain has yet to let up, not that it matters to you since you’re trapped in yet another argument with your thick-skulled boyfriend. you can’t even remember what triggered the argument in the first place, and because stuff like this makes you extra sensitive, you end up crying.

he sighs at the sight of your face flushing and eyes closing as you try to wipe away the tears, as if they were bothersome and unnecessary. guilt eats away at his chest, making it hard to swallow or breathe; he knows he should apologize, but he’s just so terrible at it. so, he does the one thing he knows how to do — apologize with his hands and mouth.

the mattress is soft beneath him as you straddle his hips and slowing sink onto his cock; you both shed your clothes some time ago, lips swollen from kissing him hungrily, an insatiable need seeping into your pores and making you greedy. you place kisses along the base of his throat, hips rocking forward as he thrusts into your cunt slowly. and while he’d love to just fuck you senseless — something quick and dirty — he knows that you’d appreciate his apology more if he took his time.

so, he does.

you sigh against his lips, fingers threading through his hair, tugging on the short strands. his chest is broad and firm, your nipples harden each time they rub against his light brown skin. slipping your tongue into his mouth, you cradle his face in your hands as he continues to give you broad, sensual strokes that have you whimpering in the most pathetic way against him. he likes you like this, though, and tells you as much when he presses a kiss along your jaw.

he finds forgiveness when you bounce on his cock a little harder, his hands rough against your skin as he grabs onto your ass to thrust into your pussy at a devastating pace. tears coat your eyelashes, but they primarily because zoro’s fucking you like he loves you. and maybe he does; you don’t want to think about that too much, because the intimacy behind it scares you.

jealousy, you think, looks good on him.

sanji rarely likes to show his true jealous side to you, it’s less playful and much more charged, possessive but you don’t mind that at all. earlier, zoro had offered to help train you and before you could turn him down — you’d seen firsthand just how brutal he is with his workouts — sanji was already up in arms over it. they argued for the entire afternoon, but by then you were already annoyed over the situation and dragged sanji off to calm him down.

his face is flushed when you kiss him suddenly and pull him into a broom closet without thinking too much about it. you can’t remember if you locked the door, but it doesn’t really matter. all you care about is wanting to give your silly boyfriend a little bit of attention.

your idea of giving attention is rubbing his half-hard cock through his pants, smiling slyly against his lips when you feel him shiver. in one fluid motion, you sink to your knees, fingers quickly unzipping his pants and tugging it lower. you pull his cock out and admire the shape of it, the slight curve always made your mouth water; before he can say anything, your tongue darts out and swipes at his slit, the pre-cum slightly salty in your mouth.

you make a big show of licking your lips, which only causes another flush to stain his cheeks. whenever you get like this, he has no choice but to follow your whims; he likes that about you, a lot. that you take charge and keep him grounded whenever his feelings get to be a bit too much for him to handle.

he opens his mouth to apologize, but you kiss his tip and he forgets all about it, mind short-circuiting momentarily, which gives you the opportunity to take him by surprise again.

“i don’t care that you’re jealous,” your voice is honeyed and sweet, wrapping itself around him comfortably, a lust-filled haze taking over his mind when you wrap your lips around him and suck. you run your tongue flat along his length, taking your time to lick all over before you take his cock into your mouth completely.

sanji’s breath slows and he does his best to not fuck your face, but then you’re massaging his balls and bobbing your head faster — so he does the most impractical thing and bucks his hips forward and thrusts his cock further down your throat. you gag around him, the pressure intense but welcomed; if he didn’t already know that you like it rough, he’d feel bad — and he still does, but he hasn’t voiced that out loud just yet. you don’t care though; truly, you don’t. you just want him to feel as relaxed as possible, but how can he relax when your mouth is warm and wet, when you’re looking at him tenderly, like you’d be on your knees for him every day if he asked you?

you let him have his way, and he doesn’t last very long, but you keep still, hold onto his thighs, nails sinking into his skin when his cock goes a little too deep. when he sees the tears roll down your cheeks, it ignites something in him and he cums in your mouth, your name a soft chant that tumbles out of his parted lips. he feels feverish and dizzy, but very much alive. you rub your thighs together as you swallow the thick load, smiling prettily at him, head tilted slightly while you boldly ask, “do you feel better now?”

he knows better than to piss you off, but he does it intentionally anyway. the captain of the red hair pirates loves pushing your buttons; he likes when you roll your eyes at him, when you pout cutely and demand he take you seriously; he likes when you don’t stop him when he kisses you openly, mouth possessively staking its claim against yours.

if you weren’t so used to his whims, you’d have the decency to act bashful.

you have a short temper that he’s been warned about time and time again; except, shanks doesn’t fucking listen — nor does he care.

so when he has you bent over one of the tables in the kitchen late one night after you both argued and drank and argued again, you have no choice but to forgive him. especially when he his thick cock is buried deep inside your pussy, his large hand pressing down on your lower back as you grip the sides of the table. your legs shake, but you know better than to complain right now. shanks fucks you hard, the wooden table scraping against the floor every time his hips knock roughly against yours.

“shanks, fuck,” you cry out, chest heaving as you try to keep your sanity intact. his chuckles annoy you, but he knows that you only pretend to act annoyed with him because you like the way he makes up with you. your ass bounces back against him, jiggling from the ferocity behind his thrusts.

“careful, doll,” he grabs your hip to power into you — his strokes turning you into a mumbling, delirious mess, “thought you didn’t want us to get caught.” he sounds so fucking pleased with himself, and you hate that your pussy is wet enough that you can take him without much prep. you blush at the thought of being caught and remind yourself to keep quiet.

“oh, don’t stop now on my account,” his voice lowers substantially, you crane your neck to hear him better, and you just know without having to look at him that he’s got a pleased smile on his face. that man works every nerve in your body, but you like him too much to leave him properly.

you press your lips together to stifle another moan, but then shanks keeps his hips close to yours and gives you short, rough thrusts that you struggle to keep up with. with your back arched, you make for a pretty sight; he knows he should finish quickly, but he likes watching you hold onto the edge of the table like it’s your only lifeline. you don’t even have time to process the orgasm that passes through you because it happens so suddenly.

he teases you mercilessly and without remorse, but you take it; you take the rest of his frenetic thrusts, take the way he slides his hand underneath you to rub your clit. your body is much too sensitive, and when you moan his name like that, it flips a switch in him. you doubt you’ll be able to walk properly after this, but you’re not too worried about that; shanks bullies his cock in and out of your needy hole until he’s satisfied, successfully wrenching another orgasm out of you that makes you slump over the table weakly.

“don’t tell me you’re all done,” he presses a kiss on the side of your neck, lazily grinding against you, every bit as greedy as he always is. you can barely stand, but you feel alive in the best sort of way, already forgetting that you were mad at him in the first place.

you knew better and you still didn’t listen.

the restraints around your wrists dig into your skin a bit, but they don’t hurt that much; you squirm around on the bed, not liking that you can’t touch yourself or him. but he told you earlier to behave and you still chose to ignore his warning.

now you’re paying for it.

although, you wouldn’t exactly call this sort of thing a punishment.

law’s mouth latches onto a patch of skin on your inner thigh, teeth and mouth leaving behind marks that serve as little reminders for later. you whimper softly, but he pays you no mind, instead moving to the other thigh, tongue running along your skin. you buck your hips forward to get him to touch you properly, but all he does is click his tongue at you in faux-disappointment.

“seems like you still need to learn,” he says sharply, his eyes a dark amber, the look he gives you is equal parts fierce and mesmerizing. you want to kiss him, to run your hands down his chest, but he won’t let you and you’re upset about it.

when it looks like you’re about to say something that’ll piss him off, he stuffs your panties inside of your mouth to keep you quiet. your pleas are muffled but he pulls your hips close, mouth brushing along your slit, making you tremble with need.

he knows he should probably ease up, but if he doesn’t teach you now, then you’ll keep the same bad habits and he can’t have that, now, can he? you’re nearly in tears when he finally flicks his tongue against your throbbing clit, hips jerking forward when he swirls his tongue around. you can feel your saliva dampen your panties. you close your eyes briefly, ecstasy filling every part of your body when he stops and says, “keep your eyes on me.”

you want to tell him that it’s damn near impossible, but you try to follow his instruction anyway.

law eats you out with purpose and vigor, his mouth a sinful delight as he french-kisses your pussy without restraint. he teased you for so long that your nipples ache from being hard and untouched. you could kill him for that. and law is smug in his own way, enjoying you at his leisure, slurping and licking your pussy with fervor.

you thrash against him and he holds you steady; you can barely keep your eyes open and you feel like you’re having an out of body experience when he glides his lithe fingers inside your cunt. law fingerfucks you lazily, sucking on your clit like it’s his favorite piece of candy. when you cum, your moans are strangled and garbled, vision blurring as you ride his mouth shamelessly, a sharp pain on your wrists from the way you keep tugging fruitlessly.

he could let up but won’t, taking pleasure in watching you fall apart for him; you tell yourself that once you’ve calmed down, you’ll just have to pay him back in kind later when he least expects it.

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flwrstqr · 9 months ago

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𐙚 · kissing your tears away | lilacnini 500 special event

₊˚⊹ notes ~ bf!jay x fem!reader ⋆⭒ warnings: kisses, reader crying, petname ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 word count: 200+ ꩜⋆ ˚｡⋆˚ genre: fluff, drabble, comfort | AN: list 3, prompt 13/14 requested by @yenqa!!! (this is so cute omg) | LIBRARY FOR MORE...

YOU SIT ON THE WORN-OUT couch by the window, the rain taps gently against the glass, mirroring the tears that trickle down your cheeks. soon, jay enters the room, his presence a comforting warmth in the dimly lit space. he sits next to you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer as tears stream down your face.

"what's wrong, my angel?" he whispers, his voice soft and gentle.

"i just feel like crying.." you sniffled. he nods quietly respecting your answer, while letting a quiet hum. you bury your face in the crook of his shoulder as you felt his warm lips gently pressing against your forehead. your tears ran down your cheek while staining the fabric of his shirt. but jay didn't mind. he holds you tighter, offering you more comfort.

as the tears fall, jay brushes his thumb against your cheek, wiping each tear away. you felt his lips find their way to your tear-stained cheeks, kissing away the salty droplets that cling to your skin.

"it's okay," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "i'm here for you, always. let it all out." feeling his warmth against your skin, you close your eyes, allowing yourself to calm yourself down. sometimes you wonder how you would survive without jay.

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bigtreefest · 6 days ago

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Essie’s 500 Follower Thank You For Being A Friend Cornucopia Event🦃🍗🌽🥔🍁🍾🌰🥧🥳🥰

Thank you all so much for 500 followers!! In celebration of this milestone, as well as my favorite holiday, Thanksgiving, join me in my appreciation of you!! Send a cornucopia to a friend or request one for yourself!!

This will be a bouquet-style event, similar to that run by @thezombieprostitute where I will be writing small blurbs about our favorite babes per your request!! That’s right! You send me what you’d like and I’ll make it!!! How exactly does that work? I’m glad you asked! Rules and regulations below:

How to Join:

- Fill out this google form to request your babe blurb cornucopia!!

- Keeping with the Thanksgiving theme, fill your plate/basket with all your favorite things so I can put them together and gift them to you!

- This event will take place between now and end when the form will close on Sunday, December 1, although written requests may be released after that.

Cornucopia Request Masterlist

Other bits of info and rules:

- you can send these as gifts to other people!! Make sure to list your username (unless you’d like to remain anonymous) as well as the username of who you would like to gift it to so that they get sent their gift!!

- you can request anonymously, but I ask that you be considerate of my time and writing ability, as well as others who are requesting. Please refrain from sending more than one ask for yourself unless I make a statement opening up the requests for more, but send as many gifts to others as you’d like! Anonymous requests will be posted on my own page.

- feel free to chose more than one from any of the categories in the form!! The more the merrier, but also keep in mind I can only fit so much into a blurb

- I reserve the right to not fulfill any requests at my own discretion. There are no guarantees of a timeline for when each ficlet will be released or if special requests can be filled

- feel free to reach out to me with any questions, and again, thank you so much for being a friend, supporter, follower, and a beautiful person for celebrating this milestone with me!!😘

#Essie’s 500 follower event #Essie’s cornucopia event #500 followers #follower milestone #Essie’s 500 follower thank you for being a friend cornucopia event

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aeraras · 6 months ago

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤNAYEON “NA’’ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤhosted byㅤ﹕ㅤ@aeraras

hey everyone! firstly, i would like to say how grateful i am for helping me reach 500+ followers, and to thank you all i would like to host an event called "aeraras⠀﹕⠀nayeon⠀“na’’⠀event" i hope you'll enjoy this event and continue to support my blog. ♡

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤhow to enter

ㅤㅤㅤ：ㅤcomment joining on this post ㅤㅤㅤ：ㅤreblog this post, tagging 2+ blogs that may want to join ㅤㅤㅤ：ㅤwhen posting your moodboard, mention me so i can see it ㅤㅤㅤ：ㅤuse the hashtag "࿐ྂ⠀⠀⠀⠀aeraras⠀﹕⠀nayeon⠀“na’’⠀event" ( please ㅤㅤㅤcopy and paste otherwise ㅤㅤㅤentry won't be valid ) ㅤㅤㅤ：ㅤremember to be creative and have fun! ㅤㅤㅤ：ㅤdeadline is july 6th, let me know if you need an extention!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤguidelines

ㅤㅤㅤ：ㅤmust be at least 90% made by you. using dividers and locs made by ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤothers is alright ㅤㅤㅤ：ㅤno copying or stealing other people's moodboards ㅤㅤㅤ：ㅤonly one entry per person ( only your first entry counts ) ㅤㅤㅤ：ㅤmoodboards must include nayeonㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤprizes

ㅤㅤ-ㅤ1st placeㅤ:ㅤ100 reblogs of a mb of choice, two custom moodboards & two ㅤㅤcustom loc packs ㅤㅤ-ㅤ2nd placeㅤ:ㅤ75 reblogs of a mb of choice, one custom moodboard & one ㅤㅤㅤcustom loc pack ㅤㅤ-ㅤ3rd placeㅤ:ㅤ50 reblogs of a mb of choice, one custom moodboard ㅤㅤ-ㅤhonourable mentionsㅤ:ㅤ25 reblogs of a mb of choice

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤclaiming

ㅤㅤㅤ：ㅤdm to claim prizes ㅤㅤㅤ：ㅤyou will be mentioned in the winners post if you win ㅤㅤㅤ：ㅤi will reblog from my personal reblog account ( @aeraluvs ) ㅤㅤㅤ：ㅤplease do not rush me when posting your prizes

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ my tags!! ( sorry )

@yuzchaes, @aericita, @gigittamic, @iluvrei, @daddldee, @wonbuni, @wonjuii, @aewinse, @luvrsweet, @suneez, @s-oona, @wishya, @keketopia, @wiotas, @gyutarsworld, @thsv @chuwerii @hyelita, @khaer, @y-unrei, @dolyunie, @soulari, @y-vna, @p-osse, @i-kyujin, @chaeneuu, @7hyein, @i-99uyu, @chaetopia, @i04rei, @sugarish, @pommecita, @im4yeons, @k-yuris

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mangocustard16 · 8 months ago

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YES THAT IS RIGHT! 500 followers!!!! It looks like I've managed to reach another milestone on this website. It's been about 6 months since i've started posting my little delusional stories! It still blows my mind that so many of the really cool and creative people I see here want to follow me, but I'm grateful to everyone who gave me a chance.

thank you everyone <33

♡ all the works for this event will be tagged: #mango's 500 follower event

♡ y'all can look forward to 13 instagram story smaus, one for every member

tagging my lovely moots for some boost ♡ @wheeboo @woozvc @dinotoro @irlkpop @aaniag @haecien @slytherinshua @welcometomyoasis @seokminded @thepoopdokyeomtouched @minhui896 @lleercy @jkskxd @seuonji @blue-jisungs @weird-bookworm @nonononranghaee

#not doing the req thingy this time cuz it took me about 4 months for 10 reqs T0T #mango's 500 follower event #mangocustard16.event #500 followers #follower event #tumblr milestone

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lovelynim · 1 year ago

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CONGRATS FOR THE 500!!!

For the event can i request 🌹 with lee!tighnari and ler!cyno? im such a sucker for them heheh

A jealous hound

Genshin Impact - Cyno x Tighnari

[500 Followers Milestone Event - "Romance"]

A/N: I WAS SO EXCITED TO WRITE THIS ONE HEHEHE!! I mean, cahem, I do feel you, anon, because they're also one of my favorite pairings. I toyed a little with the theme, using an old HC of mine that was collecting dust for way too long and I hope it is okay and that you like it <3

Summary: There is something wrong with Cyno, but Tighnari can't find out what is it. Little did he know, he was the one making the general upset ~

Word count: 1473 words

Tighnari could tell that there was something wrong. He didn’t realize it sooner thanks to Kaveh and Alhaitham bickering with each other during their hangout, but there was definitely something off.

Cyno was usually the clingy type, especially when they were by themselves. However, after he had suddenly gone quiet during the meeting, he had only spoken if he was talked to, avoiding and ignoring any kind of interaction - even the ones from Tighnari.

That was weird, really weird, Tighnari thought as he made the way back to his house, always checking over his shoulder to see how the general following him was doing. Catching glimpses of a frown on Cyno’s face, the first hypothesis to pop on his mind was that, for some reason, he was annoyed. But why? They were meeting their friends, having fun, enjoying a meal together… what was there to be angry at?!

The second theory was that Alhaitham or Kaveh could have struck a nerve while teasing him, but as far as Tighnari could remember, Cyno’s fighting skills or obsession for TCG were not one of the topics that night. Even if they were, he would usually get angry for a few moments and brush it off seconds later. As unlikely as it was, it was too early to discard this idea yet.

Last, but not least, could it be Tighnari’s doing? Stopping in front of his house, the fennec thought about it for a minute. Did he end up ignoring one of his attempts to flirt with him in public? Maybe he was too harsh on him during the dinner? But he couldn’t recall saying anything that would make Cyno so upset and-

“Nari,” Cyno spoke in an uninterested tone, letting out a small sigh, “what’s wrong? Just open the door.”

“A-ah, right, my apologies…” The botanist said, quickly picking up the keys in his pockets.

After turning the key around and pushing the door open, Tighnari was struck with another thought: why was he even nervous?! Feeling such a thing towards Cyno filled the fennec’s mind with nostalgia, memories of when they both were studying in the Akademiya and he used to see the general as that serious and cold-hearted guy.

But that was in the past. And there was no need to fear talking to him directly. Right, after all, they were dating for a long time already. You got this, Tighnari, he told himself as he stepped inside his house, waiting for Cyno to do the same before gently closing the door.

Taking a deep breath, he clenched his hands into a fist. “Cyno, what’s wrong? You’ve been quiet all ni-”

“Hah..?” The general sighed, the annoyance clear in his voice. Tighnari froze on the spot, feeling a shiver run down his spine. He could feel Cyno’s glare piercing through his body as if he was next in the line to face the judgment of the Gods. “‘What’s wrong’, Nari? Would you like to make a guess?”

Slowly walking forward, as a hound circling its prey, Cyno decreased the distance between him and his partner. Tighnari’s tail curled and trembled behind him as he stepped back, clearly not expecting this outcome after his question.

“A-ahm… because you… lost a round of T-TCG?”

“Wrong,” Cyno muttered, trapping Tighnari against the door they had just walked through. The general slammed his hand on the wooden surface, making the fennec gasp in surprise. “It’s because of you.”

“M-Me?! B-but I didn’t-” before he could finish, Cyno held out a finger in front of his lips, stopping him in the middle of his words.

“Shh… I’m not done talking, Nari,” the general lowered his hands, sliding them down the other’s shoulders, all the way down to his wrists. Tighnari could feel the firm grip, but decided to only watch as Cyno pinned his hands against the wooden surface behind him. “You think I’d just sit and do nothing about it, huh?”

The botanist shuddered, scrunching up his shoulders as he pressed his eyes close. Cyno was speaking merely inches away from his face, treating him like some kind of criminal and, yet, he couldn’t find out what he did to make his partner so angry at him.

“What are you tal- ahm, I mean… what did I do, Cyno?” He replied sheepishly, scared to enrage the general even more.

The other clicked his tongue, shaking his head in disapproval. “You think this is funny, right?”

“N-no, I jus-”

“Just like you thought Kaveh’s jokes were funny.”

“...what?”

Changing his grip, Cyno managed to pin both of his partner’s wrists with one hand, keeping them out of the scene as he furrowed his brows. “You ignore and scold me when I tell them, but you go around laughing at others’ jokes… you are the worst sometimes, you know that?”

Tighnari blinked a few times, trying to process the whole thing. Was he for real?

“You… are jealous becaHAH- C-CynohOH!” Before he could talk back to the general, a whole set of fingers dug into his ribs, flooding his brain with the ticklish feeling that ran across his body as electric shocks. “W-wahAHAit!! AhAHAH, nahAHAhah!!”

“No, I’m not jealous, Nari. I’m angry at how… inconsiderate you were with my feelings,” Cyno muttered, his voice still full of annoyance as he tweaked his fingers against Tighnari’s body, going up to his underarms and then all the way down to his waist, only to start over again.

“I-I wahAHAh- plehHEHeahAhase!!” The fennec begged, letting out a high-pitched squeal. His hands trembled and his knees were about to give in as he convulsed with laughter, desperately trying to escape the wrath of his jealous boyfriend. “I-I didn’t mehehEHEhean to! It caHAhaught me o-ohOHOff guard!!”

The general remained silent, using his free hand to look for any other sensitive spot to exploit as he continued to deliver his “punishment”. Deciding to let out a little more steam to ease his annoyance, Cyno curled his fingers and used his nails to scratch at Tighnari’s sides like a kitten sharpening its claws.

“You naughty fox… do you think you go around, laughing at other men’s jokes like that, hm?” The general whispered into one of his ears, letting the warm air do the job as his hands continued to work restlessly.

If the tickling wasn’t enough to make Tighnari blush, those words surely did the job. His ears twitched with each word spoken, sending an awful shiver down his back. It was the kind of thing that would make his heart melt, that, of course, if it wasn’t for the merciless tickling assaulting his torso.

“A-ahAHah, p-plehehase!” Tighnari gasped, gritting his teeth in a crooked smile as he tried to resist the tickling, sucking his stomach in and leaning his body away as much as he could to avoid Cyno’s fingers. “I-i’m sohOHOhorry, o-okahahay?!”

“No,” Cyno whispered calmly, letting out a small chuckle before planting a gentle kiss on Tighnari’s ear, “it’s not okay, Na-ri ~”

Sneaking his hand through the layers of cloth covering his partner, Cyno finally managed to touch Tighnari’s skin. Just like he expected, that simple doing was enough to evoke a new level of reactions from his partner, amusing himself with how easy it was to fill the room with the fennec’s laughter.

Literally laughing his head off, the forest watcher squirmed as much as he could inside Cyno’s hold. “I-it’s too muhuhuch!! CynoHOHoh!! I cahAHAhan’t anymohOHOre!!” He continued to squeal in mirth, unable to resist the touch of Cyno’s fingers against his bare middle.

“Now, I just want to remind you, Nari,” he continued to whisper, not even sure if his voice could be heard through all that laughter, “you are my boyfriend, which means I am the only one who gets to hear you laughing like this. Got it?”

“Y-YEHehehes! A-AhaAHAHarchons, j-just stoHOHOp!!”

Hearing the words he wanted to and sensing Tighnari was reaching his limit, Cyno smiled, giving his boyfriend a kiss on the cheek as he moved his hand away. Still holding his wrists together, the general gently pushed a few strands of hair away from Tighnari’s blushing face, smiling at him. “Good thing you are a quick learner, Nari ~”

“S-shut up, you big lummox,” Tighnari hissed, making Cyno giggle as he managed to shake his hands free from his grip. “Aren’t you a little too old to be having jealousy attacks?”

“I was not jealous,” Cyno insisted as Tighnari walked past him, now taking his turn to act upset at his partner, “I just don’t like to share my Nari, that’s all…” He muttered, just loud enough so Tighnari could hear him, making the forest watcher’s tail wag as soon as those words reached him. The general smiled.

“You are the worst sometimes,” Tighnari snapped, but Cyno only laughed at his comment.

“Love you too, Nari.”

#500 followers milestone #500 followers event #milestone event #genshin impact #genshin impact tickling #tighnari #cyno #cynonari #cynari #lee!tighnari #ticklish!tighnari #ler!cyno #tickle fic #anon #requests

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vermithorn · 2 years ago

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crying and begging for a little aemond pegging drabble in these times

AEMOND + PEGGING

contains: afab!reader, modern!aemond, strap-on dildo, pegging, anal fingering, too much lube (please use it),

author’s note: got two requests for this with aemond, so i hope y’all like it! I WANT HIM OK I WANT HIM SO BAD HES SO ANNOYING I WILL TAKE CARE OF HIM !

send your requests for my milestone event!

Aemond’s eye stared at you, breathing heavily with a frown on him. “I am sure, stop asking.”

You rolled your eyes, taking a step closer to him, as he was laying on the bed, an emotionless expression on his face as you caressed his jaw, tracing his scar gently. He looked up at you, his lilac eye studying your movements.

“I just want to make sure we are on the same page, love.” He scoffed but didn’t move away from your touch.

“I am sure,” He repeated, trying his best to conceal his excitement, but you could easily read through him. “I want this.”

You smirked, “I know you do, but I wonder,” Your hand traced his thighs until they reached his cock, your left hand stayed there slowly pumping it, and the other kept his path downwards his perineum until you had two fingers deep inside his stretched (and very lubed) hole, “I could just keep fingering your tight little ass, making you come with only my fingers.”

Aemond was a curious man, after all, he wanted to try everything once for the sake of knowledge. He brought up the idea in the first place, and you were more than delighted to comply.

He made sure to have all the supplies for the event and did extensive research he later forwarded you via fucking email.

He grunted, looking at you impatiently, but his eye betrayed him, the intense lust he felt in that precise moment was too much for him.

“I want you to fuck me, I won’t repeat myself.” His voice broke at the last word when your two fingers brushed his prostate. “F-fuck you.”

“Love, don’t be rude.” He gasped, muffling a moan with his hand as your fingers kept moving inside of him, nudging ever so slightly on his prostate.

You decided he was ready when he started shivering, not wanting him to peak before you got a chance to bury yourself in his tight hole.

He watched you remove your fingers from his hole and your hand from his cock, taking a step towards your nightstand where everything was carefully laid out by him a few hours before.

You took pleasure seeing him gulp as you dropped your sweatpants to the floor, revealing your bare cunt to him. You slowly started sliding into the strap-on, securing it the belt on your waist. You picked the size against Aemond’s wishes to have a choice in the matter, a very nice 7-inch dildo attached to the strap-on in a lilac color, almost matching Aemond’s eye.

You turned around to show him the dildo fully, which was standing up and proudly lilac, you grinned at him. “How do I look?”

His pupil dilated, licking his lips, “Good.”

You rolled your eyes, walking towards the bed. “All fours, love.” He complied with a grunt of annoyance, his body moving swiftly and hair falling from his shoulders as he took his position, presenting his gaping hole to you.

“My love, you look so pretty like this,” You caressed his back, a hand softly trailing from his spine to his hole, adding more lube, the coldness of it making him tremble. “Why we haven’t done this before? I want to die inside of you.”

He did his best to muffle a moan, and in a moment of weakness he whispered, “Make love to me.”

“I will, my love.” You lubed the strap on, putting an absurd amount on the lilac dildo, you positioned yourself behind Aemond, the tip of your cock on his hole, teasing him as you slowly eased in.

He gasped, writhing as you pushed into him watching mesmerized as your plastic cock eased into his gaping hole. “Fuck, you’re so pretty.”

You tried going slow, but he rocked his hips backward until he had your cock buried inside his ass, he whined loudly as he stilled.

“This.. this feels so good.” You knew he was blushing furiously as he stuttered the words out.

You grinned wolfishly, “Want to come only thanks to my cock, love?”

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haeivn · 1 year ago

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🤍 OMG HAPPY 500 ✽

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OMG. 500?! THIS IS SO INSANE. JUST A FEW DAYS AGO I GOT TO 400 AND NOW 500-? THIS IS SO COOL. TYSM FOR ALL THE ACTIVES AND SUPPORT I RLLY APPRECIATE IT! 500 IS HALWAY TO 1K AND I HOPE WE CAN GET THERE BC THAT WOULD BE SO EPIC. ILY ALL AND HOPE TO MAKE THIS POST AGAIN SOON FOR OTHER MILESTONES. AGAIN TYSM.

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TAGGING MY FAVS AGAIN: @yeritos @baesol @v-ico @wiotas @webzzo @contexty @i-jiwon @i00ning @chaey2k @coriette @d-iaa @europhoria @cherry-gene @y-ves @y-unjins @w-onies @eliatopia @haewrin @hrtcvs @won-ai @y-ujin @k-alu @k-yujin @i-kyujin @fuckici @trivijoy @8unjin @rinovert @i04rei @joysite @isamiracle @iluvrei @yunjidoll @v-ioo @orbitzie @lessarfm @lorlita @gwryus @v-ean @ve-on @v-eona @v-eoi @welos @mellys-blogs @a-eria ….. AND SO MANY MORE ( so sorry if i didn’t mention you i probably forgot) BTW NOT IN ANY ORDER

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anyways tysm again to everyone and ilysm guys. in honor of 500 i will be hosting a mb event that anyone can join!! more info on that will be found here. join if you can and tysm again. have a good day/night 🤍

#loc creds to orbitzie #haeivn talks #milestone #TYSM FOR 500 OMGGG #RT1K #TYSM ALL ILY 🤍#JOIN THE EVENT /NF 🤍

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mxltifxnd0m · 4 months ago

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⟡ daisy's 500+ followers celebration ⟡

thank you thank you guys for getting me to 500+ followers!! im so grateful and happy that you guys are here and getting me to this milestone! im so thankful for the friends i've made along the way and for all of the love on my writings!!

this celebration is open to mutuals, anons, and strangers! everyone is invited :D

celebration will close on aug 15th, 2024

[OFFICIALLY CLOSED]

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events:

🪼: the aquarium! send in a fandom, a short description of yourself, and dynamic and i'll ship you with a character

🪽: my angels! send in a headcanon for a character and i'll write a short blurb/scenario about it! [be warned it might take a sec to get to these]

🍵: tea time! send in any 3 characters from any fandom listed below and i'll tell you if i'd kiss, marry, or kill them

💌: love letters! send in a character, a dynamic, vibe/aesthetic/keywords, and i'll create a moodboard base on what you send in. [example here]

🗡️: thy enemy. send in some random facts about yourself, fandom, and ill tell you who would be your best friend, lover, and enemy/rival

🎥: interviews! send me any questions you have and i'll answer them with brutal honesty

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fandoms included in this celebration:

⟡ supernatural ⟡ teen wolf ⟡ percy jackson ⟡ star wars ⟡ spiderverse ⟡ marvel

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rules for the celebration:

⟡ this celebration is SFW only ⟡ please specify if you want platonic or romantic in your request or the default will be romantic ↳ if you request platonic, specify the type: familial, friendship, or sibling relationship ⟡ for anon requests, it'll be helpful if you include a nickname or an emoji if i need to differentiate similar requests if i get any ⟡ for the moodboards and blurb requests, please only send in one request! ⟡ for any other rules, go and check out my rules + requests page ⟡ and as always, please be patient and kind!

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#daisy's celebration #daisy's 500+ celebration #celebration #follower celebration #follower milestone #follower milestone events

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soleilnomoon · 2 years ago

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May I get a oatmeal raisin cookie, dulce de leche roll, nougat, with caramel on top with Law from One Piece, with a f!reader, please?

hiii angel 😊💕 ty for your patience, i had fun writing this one, something short & sweet as law is the worst and i h8 him (i'm lying ofc).

1.8k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni, a lil bit of angst (i can never help myself ok) mixed w. smut; feat. cute thangs like law being the worst ever, delusion on both law and reader's part, rough (consensual) sex, reader as always lacks self-preservation, but that's how i like her; law likes to think he's above intimacy but lbr he ain't. (if u see spelling/grammatical errors, no u didn't <3)

if he’s honest with himself — and he often isn’t — you brought this on yourself. he’s grown beyond tired of repeating himself throughout the day; he tells you as much after he instructs you to hold onto the backs of your thighs to expose your pussy to him in a way you’ve never done before. there’s something almost clinical about the way his amber eyes take in your body. his gaze is hawkish, a little cold, but also very familiar — leaving behind a blazing path with every passing second.

you knew you shouldn’t have pushed him, but you were having so much fun earlier, and things are always exciting whenever he gets angry. what you didn’t count on, was law reacting so quickly. normally he lets you have your way and then deals with you the next day, preferring to drag out his punishments — but today, you really toed the line. you’d be proud if you weren’t currently in a bind.

one ironclad rule that everyone on board the polar tang follows, is to never disturb the captain while he’s working. on the rare occasions where there’s an absolute need for his assistance, he’ll make an exception — but you’ve never cared about that, often provoking him in front of the others, flirting as you taunt him by not wearing the appropriate attire in the submarine.

trafalgar law thrives on order, on ensuring his crew follows his plans exactly the way he wants them to, and without question, too. you’ve always thought the others archaic and ridiculous for following him blindly like that, and, besides, law makes it easy to tease him. constantly finding reasons to touch him, always making sure to sit right next to him during meals, your hand drifting to touch his thigh under the table, nails dragging down he inseam of his denim.

whenever you act like that, whenever you brush up against him with the intent of rattling his nerves, he has to remind himself that it’s not feasible for him to fuck you on the table for everyone to see exactly how he likes to deal with you. it’s because you know he won’t do it, that you keep poking.

he stopped fighting you ages ago, but he doesn’t let you get away with much in front of the others.

except for today. you actually managed to fluster him in an irreparable way, so he’s teaching you a lesson.

there are books, papers, and pens scattered on the floor near the desk — law shoved them off to drop you on the surface without restriction. you’re on your back, hot tears pooling around your eyes, threatening to roll down your round cheeks without mercy.

when he originally called you into his office, you figured he’d give you a lecture then send you on your way; but the moment you entered, he had you backed against the door, long fingers wrapped around your throat, squeezing tightly. you’re normally not so careless to let yourself be caught off guard like that, but he has height and strength to his advantage always.

you expected him to kiss you then, to make you fall apart without even doing much — but he didn’t, as usual, he always refuses to kiss you. the sting of that rejection somehow always leaves you with a bitter feeling that you swallow with great difficulty each time. you don’t know why you get your hopes up like that; law isn’t intimate, nor does he crave any sort of romantic companionship. you know that, and yet you still can’t help yourself; hope is a dangerous thing, so you unfortunately have to learn that lesson repeatedly.

“don’t move,” is all he says when he slides the tip of his cock inside your tight hole before snapping his hips forward, the motion making your hips twitch and has your pussy clench around him. it’s pure desperation that has you whimpering and pleading with him to hurry up.

he doesn’t listen — and why would he? he’s the one in charge here, not you. still, he doesn’t make you wait for long, as he thrusts his cock in and out, enjoying the way your slick clings to his length, your thighs warm and soft each time his hips meet yours. you bite down hard on your bottom lip, hoping to keep quiet — knowing it’ll piss him off even more, but law isn’t having it. he plucks your lip away from your teeth, cock pounding into you harder, making you choke on his name.

“behave,” he clicks his tongue afterward, but gives you a dark smile. “you’ll take what i give you and like it.” more than like it, really; your mind is a jumbled mess, thoughts bouncing around erratically, heart beating too fast, as if you’re running an eternal marathon. he leans down, licks along your collarbone, nipping at the skin there, hips rolling against yours at a devastating pace. it makes you rethink all the times you acted out, makes you want to repent somehow — and this does serve as some sort of penance, even if you’re getting pleasure out of it.

and he is too; out of your submission, out of his domination of you. it’s always exhilarating when he has the upper hand in any given situation, but with you he’s amplified tenfold, and he doesn’t know why. or he pretends he doesn’t, anyway.

when you plead for him to slow down, he sucks his teeth and speeds up, reminding that he’s the one in charge — and always has been. your pussy swallows most of his length, a feat that he continues to remain in awe of. no matter how rough he is with you, you always manage to survive and he supposes he likes that about you.

your tenacity is dangerous, though, and if he’s not careful he might end up liking you more than necessary. even though he already does. he watches the expressions on your face, the ecstasy despite all your complaints — you just like running your mouth, is all; he knows that now.

law pulls out of you without warning, leaving a aching, vacant feeling in your pussy. you open your mouth to protest, but he motions for you to get on your hands and knees. he hisses in annoyance when you rub your ass against his hardened length; his patience is practically nonexistent, and you feel it when he grabs your ass and thrusts inside you again.

the change in position has you arching your back, a bit of drool gliding down your bottom lip and spilling onto your chin as you reach back and grab his hip. you bounce your ass against him, matching the timing of his thrusts; a warmth crawls around his chest as he watches the way his cock moves in and out of your pussy. he doesn’t know what to do with that feeling, so he swallows back a groan and grabs a fistful of your hair to pull you closer.

your whining grips him around the throat, makes him think about going easier on you — but then he remembers your insolence and drags his lips along the curve of your ear.

“stop running.”

an impossible request, you know that he knows that; but you take it anyway, grateful that he’s fucking you hard enough to make you forget you have feelings for him. you know later on you’ll mull over what you should or shouldn’t have said, but for now you’ll enjoy the way his cock kisses a spot so deep that it has your eyes rolling back. your words are barely coherent when he kisses the side of your neck, and he almost moans your name out loud when you clench around him in retaliation. and, because he refuses to let you push things in your favor, he rubs your clit with his fingers, your wetness dripping down your thighs so prettily, pussy squelching loudly with each thrust of his cock.

you know that this will only end with your heart in torn carelessly into pieces, but you don’t care; the rush that overwhelms you with each orgasm he gives you is worth it. it’s a powerful delusion, one that you’ll keep for as long as you can. law pinches your clit impulsively, and the way you tremble beneath him, the way you cry out for more more more nearly incapacitates him.

but he stands strong, thankfully.

it’s only when his strokes get sloppy and frenetic, that an orgasm seizes control of your body.

“you’re squeezing so tight,” he says lightly, breathing uneven against your skin, pressing kisses on your shoulder, “must be feeling good, hm?” he knows why you can’t answer him, which is why he pushes you back down onto the desk and slaps your ass. you’re not sure if it’s the aggression or the fact that you’re nearly spent, but it’s like your orgasm is never ending. arousal pools around your abdomen as sweat clings to your skin; he won’t last much longer, but he wants to delude himself into thinking he can handle more.

“too much,” you manage to say, pussy overstimulated, sensitive, and puffy; but you still arch against him, still buck your hips backwards, enjoying the way law seems every bit as obsessed with you as you are with him. you know you’ll be sore in the morning, but it’ll be worth it; and you know that no matter what he says, you affect him more than he’s ever willing to admit publicly.

your pussy has him in a literal chokehold, which is always the case whenever he fucks you, but tonight it feels different. he’s not sure what it is, but something compels him to pull you flush against his chest. when you turn your face towards him, he kisses you, the impulse surprising both of you. he cums the moment your lips part and his tongue glides inside your mouth, artful and graceful as it caresses your tongue with familiarity. a flush takes hold of your body, making your skin hot to the touch, but he doesn’t stop kissing you; his thrusts are slower, almost sensual but he refuses to read too much into it. when he pulls away, he tries to catch his breath, heart suddenly much too big for his chest when he realizes what he just did. you don’t bother teasing him about it, as your body is currently out of commission, your thoughts obliterated of anything that isn’t related to him.

he glances down and sees the way your cum spills onto his desk, the sight burned into his mind. you don’t even remember if you locked the door when you came in — and anyone could’ve heard the way law had you screaming, the pleasure much to great to keep quiet no matter how hard you tried. he isn’t worried about that, though; he’s concerned with how he’s supposed to move forward now that he’s allowed you a bit of intimacy and vulnerability. he supposes he can think about that later, so for now he runs a hand down his face before giving your ass a playful slap and commending you for a job well done.