#i want to oh so tenderly place a kiss upon his head

[helpmyinterestsareverywhere]

No-one likes my favourite character like I do

(I need to eat them, need to put them in my mouth and CRUNCH)

[waterfae]

Rainy Day

Summary: You share a moment with your beloved knight as the rain falls outside.

Pairing: Gwayne Hightower x Reader

Warnings: no use of Y/N, house-neutral fem!reader, fluff, no beta

Word Count: 570+

The curtains fluttered slightly with the cool breeze as it entered through the windows, fanning across your face and evoking the smell of damp earth to waft throughout your bedchamber.

Outside, the rain pitter-pattered gently against the rooftops, lightly showering a layer of calm over King’s Landing. It soothed you. Moments such as these were rare, especially when your beloved’s business included being second-in-command of the City Watch, so you cherished them whenever the gods bestowed upon you such blessings.

It had been like this all afternoon, relishing in each others company, with you leaning against the windowsill and staring out across the skyline. Occasionally, you took a turn about the room, warming yourself by the fire before returning to your earlier position. Gwayne, alternately, sat atop your bed with a book in hand, reading aloud.

You listened, his voice velvety and warm; it was a comfort to listen to, remarkably even more so against the sound of the rain as it continued to fall. Had you been laying beside him in the bed, you might have fallen asleep. But you had no intention to do so; no intention to waste the time you had with him by being unconscious. No, you had other thoughts.

You pulled away from the window once more and silently made your way towards him.

Gwayne had been so engrossed with the task you yourself had assigned to him, that he had not even noticed your movements. Not until the book was already gone, snatched from his grasp.

“Ay!” Went he.

You gave no verbal response. You simply closed the book and placed it on the table that stood near your bed.

“Were you not the one who desired me to read this ridiculous thing to you?” He questioned, the annoyance with your contradicting actions apparent in his voice.

“I did.” You answered. It was all you said.

You had pleaded earlier, despite Gwayne’s protests against the chore and also the book itself. Rubbish, he had called it. But he would always submit to your requests and oh, how you loved the sound of his voice whenever he did. It was ever alluring; you could listen to that man speak for hours on end if he allowed it. Sometimes, it would lull you into a deep slumber. Other times, it would leave you wanting.

You said nothing to explain your sudden change of heart. What you did instead was slowly lower yourself into his lap and loosely wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Tenderly, you placed your head into the crook of his neck, breathing and taking in the scent of him.

It surprised him at first, but then he quietly called out your name, his previous irritation replaced with concern.

“I only wish to be held in your arms.” You finally whispered as you slightly pulled away in order to look at him, a small smile gracing your features, “The weather is ripe for it, don’t you think?”

Gwayne released a soft sigh – glad that your change in demeanor was not caused by any sort of distress – and returned your smile with is own. He then wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer, and leaned in to settle his forehead against yours. “Only to be held?” He asked with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

You laughed before taking hold of his face with your hands at both sides of his cheeks and placed several quick kisses upon his lips.

a/n: Should I be focusing on Kill My Lord Husband? Yes, probably so. But since this was super short and sweet, I figured there's no harm in taking a little break. All aboard the Gwayne train! 🚂 CHOO! CHOO! Likes, comments, and reblogs are always greatly appreciated and my askbox is always open. ♡

I may or may not have a smut version of this, but I don't usually write smut, so I'm a little embarrassed and it's probably really bad. So you're stuck with this version for now. Perhaps one day I'll gather the courage to post it.

[milswrites]

My Superhero

~ Cassian x SingleMum!Reader

My Beautiful Girls Series Masterlist

Based on this request

Summary: Your daughter calls Cassian dad for the first time.

Warnings: Fluffy goodness.

"Evie, baby? Isn't there something you wanted to ask Cassian?"

You look to your daughter, her round cheeks burning red at your question as she moved to hide behind you. Head shaking shyly as she tugged on your dress before quietly asking, "Can't you do it mama?"

Sighing, you made to give in, unable to argue with her begging stare. Yet Cassian spoke first, moving down onto one knee before he held his arms out to the timid girl, an encouraging smile crossing his lips as he softly prompted, "Come here Eves, I would love to here what you have to say."

Evelyn's wide-eyed gaze turned from Cassian back to you, your daughter seeking input as to what she should do next. "Go on baby," you coaxed, hand coming to meet the small of her back to gently push her in the male's direction, "you've got this."

You watched on with a smile as Evelyn nervously shuffled towards Cassian, her small hands coming to to meet the male's outstretched palms before he carefully pulled her into a loving cuddle. "That's more like it," the general grinned, lightly squeezing Evelyn's shoulders in comfort before he continued to speak, "now what does my darling baby girl have to ask me?"

Cheeks dusting pink at his words, Evelyn avoided Cassian's adoring gaze as she bashfully mumbled, "Will . . . will you come with me to school?" Cassian permissed his smile to remain as he briefly glanced at you for context, hand absentmindedly rubbing circles into Evelyn's back as he patiently waited for an answer.

"For career day" you clarified, eyes bright as you watched the scene before you, "Evie has to do a talk and she wants us both there to watch." Cassian's cheery eyes turned back to Evelyn, an exaggerated gasp leaving his lips before he earnestly replied, "I would love to come and watch you talk at school Eves."

Your daughter continued to blush, a timid smile working its way onto her lips before she quietly uttered a small thank you to the male. His hazel eyes watering, Cassian moved to place a gentle kiss onto Evelyn's forehead before he countered, "Thank you, little dove."

You beamed at the pair before you, heart full of love as you watched Cassian affectionately dote on your daughter. The general's loving gaze meeting your own as he beckoned you towards him with a motion of his head. Softly nudging Evelyn closer into his arms in order to free up some space as he whispered, "Budge over Eves, we've got to make some room for mama."

"Stop fidgeting Cassie, you look amazing" you reassured, moving your comforting hands to lace with his own clammy ones as you pulled them down from the collar he was continuously straightening. "You think so?" he anxiously asked, looking down in uncertainty at the shirt he had opted to wear for the occasion, "Maybe I should have worn my tunic instead."

You chuckled warmly, pulling the male to a stop before the entrance of the school. Tenderly giving his hands a loving squeeze before you spoke, "It's a school Cassian, not a palace." The general nodded along to your words, looking down at you with appreciation as you continued to ease his worries, "Evie doesn't care what you're wearing, she just cares that you're here."

"You're right, as always" Cassian gratefully smiled, lifting a gentle hand to cup your cheek as he placed a swift kiss upon your lips before pulling away to rest his forehead against your own. Hazel eyes flooding with determination as he confidently smirked, "All right then, let's go see our girl."

"Ah you must be Evelyn's . . ." the teacher's voice trailed off as she watched Cassian walk into the room behind you, eyes blowing wide as she took in the foreboding figure of the Lord of Bloodshed, "parents?"

"Oh uh, no I'm-"

"Yes we are" you finished before Cassian could get the words out, your thumb moving to caress the back of this hand as his surprised gaze fell to your nonchalant form. A low growl of contentment rumbled in his chest at the casualness of your answer, a possessive arm coming to wrap around your waist in order to pull you closer to his side.

"Uh wow, well. . ." still flustered by the general's appearance in her classroom, the teacher struggled to get her words out, "please d-do sit down!"

Thanking the female, Cassian made to eagerly lead you towards the front of the classroom. Yet your gentle tug pulled him to a stop, a sad smile crossing your lips as you explained, "Cassie, I think your wings may be a little too big to sit at the front."

"But Evie-"

"Will still see us, even if we are a little further back" you promised, Cassian's wings hanging lowly as you pulled him to sit at the back of the room. The astonished stares of the other parents following the two of you as you passed.

Once seated, Cassian craned his neck over the crowd of waiting parents. Eyes scanning the children stood at the front of the room as he searched for the one face he so longed to see, a beaming smile gracing his lips as they finally landed on Evelyn. Hand raised as he wildly waved at the little girl who blushed at his overenthusiastic greeting.

The pair of you sat in baited anticipation as you listened to the other children speak, your hand coming to rest on Cassian's thigh in a useless attempt of trying to stop his impatient shifting as you waited for Evelyn's turn to arrive.

When the time finally came for your daughter to timidly shuffle her way onto center stage, your encouraging thumbs up were overshadowed by Cassian's excitable shout of support.

Evelyn flashed the pair of you a grateful smile before she shakily exhaled, her hands nervously locking together as her worried eyes flickered to you for assurance. Softly nodding to her in comfort you mouthed, "You can do this baby."

Evelyn's once tense shoulders relaxed at your words, the young girl inhaling deeply before she finally began to speak, "The person I love most has the bestest job in the world" Cassian nudged as your shoulder as he sent you a cheery wink, brows wiggling comically as he reacted to Evelyn's mention of you.

Yet his smile didn't last for long, grin dropping at the next words your daughter spoke, "He is a superhero! He's big and strong and . . . and he always makes sure to keep our High Lord and High Lady safe."

A shaky gasp fell from Cassian's lips at the realization that Evelyn wasn't talking about you. His trembling hand darting to grasp onto yours for support as Evelyn continued to speak about him. Your little girl looking straight at the teary-eyed Illyrian as she did so, "But even though he gets very busy saving the world, my favourite thing is how he always makes time to play with me when he comes home, even when he is very tired.”

A soft sob broke from Cassian's mouth at her words, the male sniffling as he made no attempt to hide the downpour of emotion that had washed over him. His watery eyes shining with love as they never strayed from Evelyn for even a moment.

"He fights all the monsters under my bed and in my wardrobe and he always makes sure to kiss all of my boo boo's. But most i- imporan- importantly he always shows me and my mummy how much he loves us. So even though he is the bestest superhero in the world, I love it even more when he is just my dad."

When she finished, Cassian was too stunned to react. The sound of his cries being drowned out by that of the other parent's applause. With all the speeches now finished, Evelyn eagerly ran over to greet the two of you, only for her smile to drop upon seeing Cassian in tears.

“What’s wrong baby?” You asked in concern, a comforting hand coming to rest on her shoulder, “It’s alright, you did so well Eves.”

Yet Evelyn wasn’t looking at you, her disappointed eyes stayed locked on Cassian.

"You . . . you didn't like it?" Evelyn asked weakly, silver tears beginning to line her eyes at the sight of the weeping Illyrian.

"Like it?" Cassian answered, moving to sweep Evelyn into his arms, "No baby girl, I loved it." The general proceeded to cry further as Evelyn stretched out her little hands to wipe away his falling tears, her face considerably more cheerful now she knew she hadn't upset the male.

"Mummy helped me write it . . . I just wanted everybody in school to know that my daddy is a superhero!"

Cassian's shoulders shook as he cried, his hand moving to pull Evelyn's head to his chest as he embraced the smiling girl. Lips pressing against her head in a gentle kiss as he replied, "Being a superhero is fun, little dove. But being your daddy is my favourite job."

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Notes: Feel free to send me any more scenarios you’d like to see!! This family makes me feral and I will write for them forever.

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[m-musings]

Headcanons: Overwatch Men Saying I Love You for the First Time (Pt 1.)

A/N: splitting these headcanons into 2 parts so that i can get the creative juices flowing for when i write the others. (hcs under the cut!)

(part 2 here! :])

Warnings: none that i can think of Word Count: 952

Baptiste:

Baptiste, being ever the spontaneous one, first tells you he loves you during the movie night you have about every two weeks.

The two of you were huddled underneath a large, fluffy blanket, the film you chose somewhat forgotten as you idly chat about whatever comes to mind.

As you go to lean against his shoulder, you can hear a small breath hitch in his throat as his sentence fades off.

With a concerned look on your face, you pause the movie before lifting your head to look at him.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Baptiste nods his head in reply as he places a comforting hand on your arm.

"Yeah, I'm alright, it's just...You know I love you, right?"

Your eyes widen in surprise for a moment before softening again as you sweetly smile at him.

"I love you too, 'Tiste..."

Cassidy:

Cole is almost always on charmer mode with everyone he knows and comes across. It's part of how he got this far in life and how he prefers to be seen.

But when it comes to his first time telling you how he feels after you've just started dating? Completely different story. He's an absolute mess.

Here he is, pacing back and forth in front of your door with a gift in hand as he debates on how to admit his affections for you.

As he hypes himself up to finally knock and just tell you, the door creaks open with you peeking out from behind it.

"Oh, hi Cole! What can I do for you?" You say, fully pulling the door open as you greet him with a grin.

"H-hey, darlin'... I- I, uh, made somthin' for you. Here." An unprepared Cassidy stutters as he hands you his present.

As you look down at where your hand meet, Cole pulls his away to reveal a braided leather bracelet with round wooden beads interlaced.

Letting out an excited gasp, you place it upon your wrist before throwing your arms around the cowboy.

"This is amazing, Cass, thank you! I love you!"

Cassidy then chuckles deeply, wrapping himself around you as he leans into your touch.

"Love you too, sweetheart."

Doomfist:

Akande is very in tune with what he wants for himself, so when he realizes how he feels, he won't hesitate to tell you.

He'd call you to meet him somewhere private in Talon's headquarters, where once you arrive, he'd instantly start flirting.

"Ah, hello my dear. Looking as wonderful as always."

"Oh, thank you, Akande! Is there something you wanted from me?"

He would shake his head in confirmation before tenderly grabbing your hand and placing a kiss atop it.

"Nothing too serious, I assure you. I simply wanted to tell you that I love you. I hope you feel the same."

With a flustered expression, you'd whisper a small yes before he places his arms around around your waist in an unusually soft embrace.

Genji:

Genji says it during a rare quiet moment at Gibraltar.

After preventing a Null Sector attack on a town not far from base, you were helping him repair some of his cybernetic parts that got damaged in the fight.

In the middle of adding a few adjustments to one of the mobility mechanisms, he heaves out a deep sigh which causes you to glance up at him.

"I can tell you wanna say something, 'Ji. You can tell me if you want."

With a shake of his head, he lets out another sigh as he places a gentle hand on your face.

"Just... thank you for everything you do for me, my beloved. I love you."

"Love you too, Genji."

Hanzo:

If anyone would be the one to plan something to tell you his feelings, it would absolutely be Hanzo Shimada himself.

Even if he isn't normally one for romance, your presence in his life would have changed that

Hanzo would make preparations to meet you somewhere special so he could not so subtly show you off in public.

After eating a fancy dinner at an expensive restaurant and going on a walk through a park, he'd turn to look at you with admiration swimming in his eyes.

"I just want you to know that I love you very much. Even if I don't say it often, I really do care about you."

"I love you too, Han." You'd grin before kissing him softly on the cheek.

Junkrat:

Let's be honest with ourselves, Jamison would have blurted it out within the first few days of being with you.

He'd probably be so focused on building a new explosive contraption that he wouldn't have even noticed he said it.

"Oi, could you hand me the thing? It's in the toolbox over there!"

You'd walk over, grab the thing he needs and go to give it to him with a few pats to his shoulder.

"Thank youuu, I love ya!"

You'd chuckle quietly in response and give his head a smooch before walking off to do your own thing.

"I love you too, Fawkes!"

Lifeweaver:

Niran will tell you he loves you when he hides out at your place after a group of hunters sent by Vishkar find him and try to chase him down.

After a relentless pursuit, he manages to escape and find his way to your house, needing a place to recollect his thoughts.

When you respond to the banging on your door, you look out to see an exhausted Lifeweaver on your doorstep.

"Could I bother you for a place to stay for the night?"

"Always. The guest room is already ready for you."

With a relieved sigh, Niran would hug you before pulling you back into the house.

"Thank you, I love you so much, darling!"

[yayll]

~ a little something about Dazai surprising you on your day off ~

Dazai's not by any means an early riser... That is unless he gets to see you that day.

It's 8 AM and he's tapping his fingers against his pant leg lightly, but he's actually really anxious and impatient. He’s waiting for you to open the front door and flash him that life changing smile of yours he’s been coveting for all week. Today’s your day off and he's decided to come over and spend the day with you so he can cherish every single moment, totally not because he’s slacking off work and wants to do the only other thing he does with his life other than avoid his responsibilities: Be the bane of your existence. You also have a nasty little habit of being a workaholic and he's here to break that once and for all. He's completely spaced out now, lips pursed and brows slightly furrowed in thought when suddenly—

You finally open the door. His angel, his everything. He immediately switches his whole demeanor, eyes twinkling as he scans your figure. You’re still in pajamas, and your hair looks messy. You look absolutely delectable for someone who just woke up to 3 missed calls and 10 texts. Dazai smirks as he leans in, wiggling his brows in an exaggerated manner.

"Well look who’s finally awake! What a sleepy little thing you are. Makes me jealous of that stupid bed of yours… Did you get my texts? Come here."

He looms over you in the middle of the doorway, kissing you softly, tenderly and hungrily.

You blink, and before you can catch your bearings you’re interrupted by the softness of his eager lips. If your mouth opens, he’s pouncing. After a few moments of uninterrupted bliss, you pull back, eyes still drowsy and breathing a bit shallow. You yawn, running your fingers through your bedhead.

“Sorry. I, um… was still asleep until now. I was trying to sleep in-”

He gasps, and tilts his head, as if baffled by this.

“Now why would you do that when we have plans today?”

“... We don’t, though?”

Dazai laughs, dismissing your rightful confusion. He knows you guys never discussed plans, he just doesn't care. He lightly pinches your nose in between his fingers.

“We do! It’s why I let you sleep in for a few extra hours before coming over.”

You lazily swat at him, crinkling your nose. He’s swooning! Dazai feels a jolt of electricity through his body upon seeing the way you respond to his doting. Making you flustered is his favorite entertainment, besides suicide of course.

“But it’s 8 AM.”

“Exactly! That’s like half the day."

"... How long have you been up for?”

He rolls his eyes affectionately as he buffs his knuckles on his tan coat, replying with a nonchalant hum.

“Hmm, not important— What’s for breakfast?”

He lets himself into your apartment and you sigh into a defeated smile that somehow still holds affection for this ridiculous man. You follow him as he strides to the kitchen and fold your arms across your chest.

“You know, I’m kinda grumpy right now. It’s too early, Osamu. I need my sleep."

“And might I say you look absolutely stunning when you’re grumpy? How ever did I get this lucky…”

“Keep it up and I’ll get even worse, you goofball.”

Dazai smiles, it’s sly and dangerous. A challenge, he hears? He pretends to think for a moment, his finger placed on his lips as if really contemplating something. He’s just picturing what you’d look like yelling at him. Heavenly, of course. He flashes you a tender smile as if you just said the most romantic thing and curls his arm around your waist, whispering.

“Ooh, then I can’t wait to see worse.~”

You roll your eyes, unable to help the pink hue spreading over your face. Maybe you're still half asleep, maybe you’re just hopelessly in love with him. Either way you’re screwed. You whine with a hint of annoyance.

“Osamuuuu…”

Oh how he loves when you say his name like that. Maybe it’s time for you two to skip breakfast, he already does anyway, but he knows you actually need nutrients to function. He replies in a singsong voice.

“Yeeesss?”

“I’m making pancakes and you are going to sit down and wait.”

You point at the kitchen counter trying to be stern, and of course, failing miserably.

He looks back at the stool and then back at you. He leans within inches of your face, his nose poking yours. He clicks his tongue disapprovingly and winks.

“No can do, cutie~”

You two spend the morning making breakfast, or at least trying to. YOU are trying to, anyway. Everytime you go to gather ingredients, he’s already handing them to you. When your back is turned to him, you feel his arms snaking around you as you flip pancakes unevenly due to the distracting trail of kisses he's leaving down your neck. You secretly smile to yourself whenever you’re not feigning irritation, you know he loves the banter… Why not indulge the poor man?

You serve two plates and sit down, along with two mugs of coffee. Dazai isn’t allowed to have caffeine around you, but once again, you took pity on him today for some reason… or is it his mystifying persuasion manipulation at play here? He takes a sip of his mug and a satisfying ‘Ahh’ releases soon after. He flickers his eyes towards you as you're about to sip yours as well, and it’s like the world stops. His pupils dilate and he watches intently as the rim reaches your lips, resting his chin on his palm as he leans lazily over the counter. He’s like a dog watching its owner adoringly. During his trance-like state, he thinks about how if you lived together this would be his every day routine. He could get used to watching you drink coffee and eat food. You'd wake up next to each other and hold hands as you watch the sun rise. He would tell you how breathtaking you look with bedhead and make you late for work after failing to keep his hands to himself. Maybe then you wouldn't think he's such an impenetrable wall of secrets. He wonders if there's a future where all of that happens... He snaps out of it, and murmurs.

“Can I have a taste?”

You perk up and look over, tilting your head to the side, amused.

“What, the coffee? You have your own.”

He’s so focused now, staring at your full lips, thinking of a proper answer. He wants to tell you that he's never had intimate moments like these with anyone else and he doesn’t know how long it’ll last before his luck with you runs out, that he’s afraid you’ll see right through his one dimensional facade and leave him for good. That you won’t follow him to his untimely demise should he ever fall, so he has to capture every second of it so he can keep you in his mind forever. He has to lock you up in his heart and throw away the key, otherwise becoming a man of virtue loses all its meaning.

Instead, he opts for the less complicated route, the corners of his lips curling up into a coy smile as he places a gentle hand on your thigh.

“No, your lips, dummy. I want to taste the coffee off of your lips.”

There are no words for the audacity of Osamu Dazai and the feelings thrashing inside you when he says things like that. You smile bashfully and look away, unable to accept his shameless flirting.

“You’re so weird, Osamu…”

“Mm, I'm so yours. No takesies backsies.~"

You slowly meet his gaze, his watchful eyes that ooze devotion practically holding yours hostage… God, you are so beautiful to him. Before you can even register it, Dazai scoops you up bridal style and carries you to the living room, laying you down on the soft couch. His eyes darken as he looks down at you, his fingers tracing the outline of your lips. As soon as you show him the look of love that gives him the consent he’s looking for, he doesn’t think twice about it. He grabs your chin and pulls you into a messy kiss. He kisses you rough, his tongue almost immediately sliding into your mouth as he moans into you. His moans turn into whimpers, like he's been starved of touch for far too long and you're satiating the hunger. He needs to taste the coffee you just drank, and he wants you to know exactly how much he's been aching for this moment. For your much needed day off. For you.

He keeps his hand at your chin, pressing you down deeper into the couch with his hips grinding against yours as he tastes the acidity of the coffee along with the honey you sweetened it with.

Finally, when you literally cannot breathe, you pull away with your dazed and blissed out expression, all red in the face just like he loves. You mumble in between pants.

“Wait— So... What exactly was the plan for today?”

He looks up from running his tongue along your jawline and flashes you that infamously deceptive smile he perpetually keeps on his face, tapping his index finger on your cheek. His voice comes out in a breathy whisper.

“Breakfast.”

“.. But we already had breakfast.”

He sighs deeply and his finger ghosts its way from your cheek down to the waistband of your pajama bottoms as he needily mumbles in your ear.

“Still hungry.. I’m a growing boy, you know.~”

You let out a breathless laugh, shaking your head.

"You're going to tire me, Osamu.. Work wears me out enough as is-"

He wiggles a finger at you, face full of sickening desire as he carefully lowers his head down by your stomach, resting his cheek on your soft flesh. He murmurs in that soft pleading way that drives you insane when he combos it with his reverent touch.

"Listen to me, please. No more work talk... No more stressing out your pretty self, okay? I haaaaate demanding jobs. It only takes you away from me."

You look down and simply nod, your eyes trained on the way he looks at you from under his lashes and the soft brown hair that frames his face. Your heart races with anticipation as a smile slowly creeps up onto your lips. You don't need words for what comes next.

For the rest of the day, he makes sure you have the best time off, it's the least he can do as your incredibly attentive and not selfish at all boyfriend! A day where you can shut out all thoughts of work... along with literally anything else that doesn't relate to him.

Unfortunately for you, there is no resting involved on said day. Fortunately for Dazai, you look so cute as you writhe under him for hours on end. That'll get it through your pretty little skull not to work so much.

[geekyarmorel]

Mine

Mother Miranda × Reader

Sharp icy blue eyes observed the scene before her and the feathers on her wings ruffled a bit. She was supposed to be busy; making her rounds through the village, healing the ones who were sick and spreading the word of her god. Now her attention was caught on you and the man who was quite shamelessly flirting with you.

It had been Miranda's idea to not let the village know about you two, worried it would cause a public outcry. If anyone pressed the answer was the same, you were a loyal follower and servant. But now as the man made you laugh her favorite laugh she could taste thick, heavy bile in her throat.

Miranda was not jealous, she was simply protective, that was all. Yes that was it, her protectiveness was what was burning in her chest as she watched the two of you. She did her best to continue her rounds, but her eyes kept flickering back to you. As the man reached out for your hand she can't help but reach her breaking point.

"Y/N." She calls and without hesitation you go to her, like a moth to the flame. As you get closer she extends out her hand, your own coming to rest in it. The village falls silent and unmoving as they watch their deity lift your hand, carefully and tenderly, while her other hand lifts her mask from her face so she can press light kisses to your knuckles.

Your cheeks color with blush, your tongue tied as she lowers your hand back down. Her eyes cut to the man that had been flirting with you, the look of horror upon his face as he (and the village) now know you are hers.

"Come." Is the only word uttered as she replaces the golden mask back in its place. Turning she walks away leaving you a little stunned but you follow after her all the same. The walk back to your home is quiet the only sounds were your footsteps as you mulled over what to say to the woman in front of you.

The sound of the door closing brought you out of your thoughts and caused you to speak. "Miranda?"

She continues her path through the house, heading toward the bedroom no doubt to change, but she does give a hum to acknowledge you. You follow after her, leaning against the door frame as you watched her. "What was that?"

"What was what?" She questions, clearly skirting around your own question.

"The stunt you pulled in the village." Words already a bit exasperated, eyes watching as she works on removing her halo. You come behind her and help, practiced hands assist in removing her robes.

"It wasn't a stunt." Her own words a bit miffed.

"Then why did you kiss my knuckles? Hmm? You were the one to stress that you didn't want the village to know about us." You say, folding her robes and placing them into the laundry basket to be washed later. Miranda stayed silent as she dressed in a soft oversized sweater and leggins, preparing to relax for the rest of the day.

"I was protecting you." She finally says not really looking at you.

Your brows furrow at her words, "Protecting me?" What was there to protect you of? No one had a grudge against you, at least not that you know of. "From what exactly? Everyone was focused on you so why would you need to-" Oh.

OH.

"The man." You say suddenly as it clicks in your mind. "You're jealous that he was flirting with me."

"I'm not jealous." Miranda snaps quickly, leveling you with a look.

"Yeah?" You say with a knowing smile, preening a little on the inside that she was jealous. "Then explain to me how exactly you were protecting me."

She grabs a hold of your hand and pulls you close to her. Letting go she settles her hand on her waist as the other captures your chin between her thumb and finger. "My little love bird, I was protecting you wholly." Her eyes softened as she observed you. "Do you think that man could truly love you like I do? Do you think he would cherish his time spent with you? I know that he could never."

"He could never love the way your eyes light up when you find a four leaf clover hidden in the patch like I do. He could never love the way that you snuggle closer in your sleep and breathe out a breathy sigh of contentment like I do."

"He wouldn't appreciate the way you go out of your way to find the perfect crunchy leaf in the fall to step on like I do. He wouldn't appreciate the way you hum little song to dance to when you know I need some cheering up. He wouldn't appreciate and love you like the way I do." Miranda gently places a kiss on the corner of your lips, so close but yet so far away. "I had to protect you from that injustice my little love bird."

You turn your head just enough to press a kiss to her lips, parting yours enough to submit to her and let her explore your mouth. The kiss is sweet, tender, with a hint of possessiveness that you've come to adore. "You are mine."

"I am yours." You assure her, kissing her again and again. "Yours forever."

"Forever indeed."

[latenightdaydreams]

Oh, Author. To be in your presence (asks) one again is such a delight. With you and your divine power (writing)... Will you care to bless this lady by fulfilling her simple request? 🙏

Upon your Sub!König revelation (headcanon), a thought - a need - has been lingering in my mind for far too long. According to the scripture, it has mentioned König loves to be financially dominated. If this is true, grant us with the vision of Reader purchasing the best and the most expensive items - cough, toys and lingerie, cough - in the market as some sort of surprise for König. But it comes off as shocking news to him when he finds out whose is it for... It isn't meant for Reader at all. It's all meant for him. I am quite sure we know what ensues next: Our supposedly intimidating giant in lingerie, being teased and pleasured by toys 🤭

Sigh, what a sight to behold. A sight I shall engrave in my mind. Oh, and to add a little bit of a personal spice preference: Konig addresses Dom!Reader as "Meisterin (Mistress)".

Why such an absurd request? Unfortunately, I have quite the fascination for pathetic submissive men. And what better candidate to push into such abyss but our man König 😮‍💨🤌

Anyway, breaking out of my weird, poor attempt at formal speech. I hope you have a great day/night ahead and have been recovering from the pain you mentioned before 🫂 Take plenty of rest, stay hydrated and eat well, alright? Here's plenty of love that hopefully breaks your device screen and ends up san mothering you: ❤️💕💞💓💗🩷💖💝

You're so sweet🩷 Thank you for wishing me well! I also love how you wrote this hahaha

Submissive König is such a baby girl. I always think of this artist work! @ marndraws on twitter😮‍💨 They draw amazing sub/soft König.

A Little Treat (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List

Sub Head Canon

>cw: fem/afab, bondage, toys, oral, sub/dom

1.4k word count

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While sitting at his desk in the office, his phone goes off. The ringtone he has set only for you. He pushes himself back from the desk to check the message.

“Send $1,000🩷,”

König can’t help but to smile and he sends you 2k and text back, “I sent extra just in case. Love you.”

Standing in the middle of a high-end sex shop, you look down at your phone and smile. König is always so sweet. You walk forward to a classic maid outfit on the rack inspecting it. A kind woman wearing a black suit comes over with a kind smile.

“May I help you in any way?”

“Yes, actually. Do you carry this in XXXL?”

Once you get home, König hears the car pull up. He quickly abandons his work to rush downstairs and assist you. His eyes land on you ask you wait for him inside the car. In a hurry, he opens the driver’s door for you, holding his hand out to help you out.

“The bags are in the back seat.” You say as he kisses your hand.

“I’ll grab them.” König lets go of your hand and grabs four bags out of the back. His eyes widen as he sees where the bags are from. Excitement rushes through his body. “Liebling, what do you have planned for tonight?”

A small smirk crosses your lips. “You’ll see.”

You walk ahead of König as you both enter the house. Going straight upstairs to the bedroom, you sit on the bed as he places the bags on top of your shared dresser. His eyes gloss over you as he walks to you.

“May I kiss you?”

“Yes.” You turn your head up for him as he leans down and kisses your lips tenderly.

“Danke…” His voice was low as he pulls away from the kiss; looking at you with such adoring eyes.

“Are you ready to see what I got?”

“Ja, absolutely.”

“Sit.” You stand and walk over to the bags and bring them to him.

König sits wide eyed as you pull out a riding crop. He can feel his dick tingle slightly, thinking of your ass jiggling once he hits it. Then a pair of handcuffs; his eyebrows raise in surprise. He continues to watch as you pull out many types of toys and his cock gets hard. Then you hold up a maid’s outfit…clearly not in your size. He tilts his head.

“You’ve been such a good boy lately; I want to treat you.”

“Das ist für mich?”

“All for you.” You say, holding the outfit out to him. “Try it on.”

He stands slowly and grabs the outfit. You sit on the bed opening the packaging to some toys as he gets dressed. König stands there looking at himself in the mirror. His muscles bulging in the tight outfit.

Stepping out of the bedroom, König sees you fully undressed. His jaw drops as he looks up and down your body.

“You look so hot König.”

He blushes and looks down at his own body before bashfully looking back up at you. “Ja?”

“Yes… come here.”

He walks to stand in front of you, his pale blue eyes gazing down at you. You reach up to caress his body, feeling his muscles underneath the fabric of the outfit. A hand dropping down to go under the skirt of the outfit, grabbing his hard cock.

“My handsome boy…” The words leave in a whisper as you walk around him, grabbing the cuff and placing them on his wrist.

You turn and walk to the bed, beckon him to follow you. The giant war criminal listens to you, no questions asked. “Bend over.”

He bends over the bed. His muscular ass showing from underneath the skirt of the maid’s outfit. You rub your hand over his ass before spanking lightly. Reaching for the riding crop, you step back and lightly tap his ass. No reaction. You reach back further and hit him with it again. He jumps slightly before letting out a nervous chuckle.

“Are you okay?”

“Ja.”

“Yes what?” You hit him again. A small red mark appearing on his pale skin.

“Ja Meisterin.”

“That’s my good boy.” You spank him a few more times. Reaching down, you grasp his balls and tug on them slightly before spanking him again. His body jumping slightly, making you giggle as you spank him once more.

“Who owns you?”

“You do, Meisterin.” The tone of his voice so tender.

“Good boy. Now lay on your back for me.” He maneuvers himself further onto the bed, rolling on to his back as he waited for your next move.

You go through one of the bags and find tape, nipple clamps, and a small pink vibrator. In one hand you hold the items and walk to the bed. With one finger you begin to flick his nipples, getting them hard. Once his pink nipples were erect, you place the clamps on them.

König winced slightly, but then bit his lower lip. “My little pain slut.” You giggle as you tug on the chain connected to the clamps. Standing off the bed, you walk around it, lightly hitting his abdomen with the riding prop.

König’s eyes are following your every move, watching as you walk in front of him and lift the skirt again, exposing his erection. Your hand wraps around it and begins to stroke his cock every so slightly. Spitting on it to lubricate it. König lets out shuttered breaths as you so this, the tip of his cock leaking even more precum.

Letting go, you get the small vibrator out, turning it on the first setting, then rubbing it on the underside of his cock’s head. His eyes go wide as he feels the vibration. He’s never tried touching himself with a toy before.

“You have to tell me which setting you like best.” You say as you switch through all five settings. On the third quick burst of vibrations, you see König begin to twitch.

“Tha- that one.” He manages to get out. “Bitte meine Meisterin.”

“Perfect.” The tape was easy to pull as you begin to wrap it around his boner, securing the vibrator to him. His legs twitch as he closes his eyes. A firm hand reaching down, grasping his jaw. “Open your eyes.”

He listens, his eyes instantly falling to your breasts. His mind fuzzy with the overwhelming sensation he is feeling right now.  Without breaking your eye contact, you climb up on to the bed and staddle his abdomen. You begin to grind your wet cunt along his solid belly, covering him in your arousal. A moan escaping your lips as König watches you do this with an intense gaze.

“Are you ready to eat my pussy?”

“Please Meisterin, please let me taste your pussy.”

“You’re being such a good boy.” Your legs move up until your lingering over his face, but facing to you can see his body. “Rub your nose in it.”

König uses his strong core to lean up and bury his aquiline nose deep into your pussy; taking in a deep breath as he does. Your smell is like candy to him, he can’t get enough. Slowly his tongue comes out and begins to lick between your pink folds. Thick globs of your creamy arousal being scooped up by his tongue.

In response you begin to rock your hips, matching his rhythm. Fingers going through his hair and pulling tightly. “Just like that.”

You lean forward and begin to stroke the shaft of him cock, his hips beginning to buck up into your hand rapidly. “Someone wants to cum…” You tease, feeling his head nod underneath you as he moans into your cunt.

“Will you cum for me?”

His hips begin to thrust quicker into your hand as his moans become louder. His tongue movements less precise and more erratic, like he is only focused on getting a taste and not actual pleasure for you.

“Good boy, cum for master.”

You lead forward so your ass if hoovering over his face instead of sitting on it. His balls tighten as his cock throbs. He tries his hardest to put his face back into your pussy while he cums, but you don’t give him that satisfaction. Toes curling as you leave him with only the view of your tight ass hole and creamy cunt.

His cock shoots out cum, the thick creamy cum falling on to your hand and his abdomen.

“Oh fuck!” König moans loudly. The vibration on the tip of his now extremely sensitive head was driving him wild. “Please, it’s too much now.”

A mischievous smirk crosses your face as you sit back down on his face. “Cum again for me."

[formerlycookierunauprompts]

Okay, okay hear me out.

This is an idea me and onesies thought of..

So you can go where ever direction you want with this prompt

But I give you

Shadow milk with hypnotism

Anon how does it feel to have the biggest brain I've ever seen?/pos

Requested Prompts #3 - 💓

You had gotten separated from your friends when the beast had escaped, the blast of energy knocking you a decent way out of the fairy kingdom and into Beast Yeast... Thank God that White Lily Cookie had managed to seal up the rift before the other four could get out beforehand. One gigantic cookie to fight against was enough after all. It was rather unfortunate that you got blasted into a rather dark part of the forest, you felt like there were eyes watching your every single movement. You wandered around, a chill seeping into your dough as you remembered Shadow Milk Cookie's words before you all got blasted away... " Ready or not, here I come! Ehe he he ha ha hah~!" Was this all like a game to the giant beast? The thought terrified you, you should hide, and quick. So you looked around for a hiding place, any kind would be good so long as it was a good one. Was it just you, or could you hear his laughter echoing through the trees? it was totally just you, right? Apparently the universe loves to prove you wrong, seeing as two giant cookie hands slam down onto the ground at both your sides as a humongous shadow is cast over you. " Peek-a-boo~ I see you~!" You could hear Shadow Milk Cookie almost mockingly coo as you turned around and fell on your backside out of fear. How'd he find you so quickly?! " Oh my dear, there's no need to be scared!" He chuckled, scooping you up in one giant hand. If there was a chance you could escape unscathed before, then it was certainly gone by now. " After all, you've got me here!" " Wh-what do you want from me?!" You stammer out, voice catching in your throat one he stared down at you with those absolutely humongous heterochromatic blue eyes of his. You felt like a new piece of candy in a candy store being examined by at kid to determine if it's worth eating or not. The overgrown jester sighed, putting a hand to his head in an exasperated manner. " Oh, woe is me! The rare moment I find kindness in my heart to bestow upon another cookie, they be ever so rude about it!" He dramatically sulked, you almost felt bad for the guy... almost. " But! Such a small little treat like you shouldn't be wandering the forests of Beast-Yeast alone! No no no no no! That wouldn't do at all!" He proclaimed, suddenly a lot more cheerful that it almost gave your emotional whiplash. With his other hand, he tilted your head up so you'd be staring right into his vibrant gaze. Was it just you, or were his eyes swirling? " So just trust in me alone, and I'll get you somewhere safe~" You can feel something worming it's way into your head. Why shouldn't you trust Shadow Milk Cookie? Maybe he's just a huge softie under all that malice and mischief. No, no, he definitely tried to crumble your friends earlier. But he's so strong, and you're just a weak little cookie who can barely fight off the monsters of Beast-Yeast on their own- Wait. " Gah! No! Get out.... of my head!" You squirmed away from his grasp, shutting your eyes as you buried your face into his hand. You refused to be mind controlled by this... this giant clown! You could hear him laughing again, a sound that haunted your ears as you felt him tenderly stroke your back in a way that made your shiver. " Eheh he heh~ It's really cute when you try to resist," He purred, flipping you onto your back with a simple maneuver. Then, to your absolute shock, he lent down and kissed your forehead...? " I like you, Reader Cookie!" He chirped. What.... what even was that?! He kissed you!? That- what- That's certainly not a normal thing to happen! Your guard had been lowered into the ground and buried, allowing Shadow Milk Cookie to worm his way into your mind without any issues whatsoever. Your vision felt hazy, what were you doing again? Oh, right, staring into Shadow Milk Cookie's eyes... They really were pretty eyes, so many pretty shades of blue swirling around in them. But before that? ... Does it really matter? Shadow Milk laughed from above, his voice echoing all around the forest.

" There we go~! That wasn't so hard now, wasn't it Little Star?" He cooed, stroking your face gently with his hand. It was an almost tender motion, you weren't really sure what to make of it. " Now, why don't we go and find your friends? I'm sure that they're dying to reunite with you!" You slowly nodded, right, your friends… Your friends? You… don't quite remember their faces, but it'll come to you eventually… you hope. " Eheh he he he he~! One down, five to go~" Shadow milk cackled to himself as he began walking through the forests of Beast-Yeast with you in hand.

[gingiesworld]

Hi, can you do a Wanda x Male Reader? R is a tattoo artist and wanda is going to get a small tattoo, they both like each other and end up dating. R and Wanda are very sexually active and after sex, Wanda likes to draw R's tattoos with her finger.

Ink and Love

Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings : Smut. Fluff

18+ MINORS DNI

Wanda was walking through town with her best friend and roommate Nat. Soon their eyes found a new shop in town which had never been there before.

"That's new." Nat stated as the two looked inside. Wanda's gaze was upon the guy covered in tattoos, smiling softly at his concentration as he tattooed his client. "Wanda?"

"What?" Wanda was soon snapped out of her thoughts by a smirking Nat.

"You should get a tattoo." Nat told her as Wanda shook her head no. "Go on. Just a small one." Nat pulled her inside with her as the tattoo artist was just finishing up with his current client. The two girls listened as he explained about the after care.

"How can I help you?" He asked once the previous customer had left.

"My friend here wants a small tattoo. It's her first one." Nat told him as Wanda was lost for words.

"Have you got any idea in mind?" He asked Wanda who shook her head no. "Can you talk?" He asked her with a smirk.

"Yes." She squeaked out nervously as Nat coughed to hide a laugh. "I mean yes." She spoke in a more steady voice.

"I guess given how you are dressed, maybe these soft gothic designs are more for you." He gestured for her to look through a book.

"I like this one." She spoke as she pointed at a small red rose.

"Where would you like it?" He asked her. "Sometimes these are placed more under the collarbone by most customers."

"That sounds perfect." She mumbled nervously as Nat decided to leave.

"So if you can just pull your dress down a little bit." He asked her as he got all of his equipment ready before shaving the area from any tiny hair folicles that can ruin the tattoo. Wanda watched as he carefully applied the template before he got the ink and the gun prepared. "So, this is your first tattoo?" He asked her as he started. "This will hurt."

"Yes." Wanda winced as he started the needles. "You're my first." She soon blushed when she tried to correct herself.

"Don't worry darling, I know what you mean." He reassured her, lifting his eyes to her emerald irises. If he didn't have a needle in his hand he would have willingly got lost in the sea of green. "Are you single?" He asked her.

"That's a bit personal isn't it." She chuckled as he smiled at her.

"I know but I need you to answer so I can ask another question." He stated with a smirk as Wanda nodded.

"Yes. I am single." She told him.

"Well, would you like to go on a date with me?" He asked her as she just nodded with a smile. That was just the start of their story. After the third date, he had asked her to be his girlfriend to which she answered by pulling him in by the collar into her apartment. That was the first of many times which had urged Nat to buy herself some noise cancelling headphones.

"Fuck." She moaned as she rode him, her hands on his chest, nails digging into his skin as she neared her climax. Y/N not letting her calm down before flipping her over and chasing down his own high.

"Oh." She moaned lewdly as he bit her collarbone, leaving another mark over the already fading one. He soon reached his orgasm with a grunt as she came once more. He pulled out and collapsed beside her, Wanda instantly laying her head on his chest and tracing the outine of his tattoos on his stomach.

"I love you." He spoke for the first time as he gazed at her, watching as a smile etched it's way onto her face as she kissed him tenderly.

"I love you." She whispered before she noticed a new tattoo on his neck. "When did you get this?"

"A friend of mine done it for me." He told her as she traced the new crown tattoo with her name underneath. "I have known for a while that I love you, I was just scared to say it out loud." He admitted as she cuddled into him. Feeling extremely safe until they heard a knock on her bedroom door.

"Can you please fuck quietly. Some of us are trying to sleep here and live a single boring life!" Nat yelled through the door as the couple just chuckled at her.

[eelnoise]

ZIIIII MY LOVEEEE <3 <3

'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' + zoro + nsfw (but make it romantic and fluffy fjaslfkjls)

second confluence

zoro x afab!reader NSFW cw: u take his virginity, fluff and smut, piv sex, slightly awkward first times, reader guides zoro through some of it, poor guy cums too fast an: CILLE MY DEAREST I THOUGHT THIS WOULD BE THE PERFECT PROMPT TO CONTINUE THIS LITTLE STORY and i hope i do it justice because i love you so much

Time passes, hours into days and days into weeks since the heated kisses shared between you.

Nothing has changed in your relationship. Zoro still slumps his way into your bed each night, weighing down the mattress enough for you to naturally roll into him and splay a large arm over your middle to pull you close. The familiar pull on your forearm to lead you down into his lap for a nap, the way he helps himself to the food on your plate, the affectionate pats to your head or arm in passing - it all feels the same. 

Though, for Zoro, it’s been torture.

All he thinks about is you. Your face, your smile, your kindness, understanding - he could list you quality by quality and still be unable to finish the portrait of praise painted upon you. He relives the feeling of your lips upon his hour after hour, yearning for the feeling of your soft skin beneath his fingers through more than just the fabric of your clothing.

You’re driving him insane, and after countless sessions of debate with himself, Zoro all but rushes to your room, dashing around the ship with one goal in mind - you.

Met with the rapidly approaching and familiar thumping of boots toward your room, the shirt in your hands falls back into the laundry basket as you turn to the open doorway in expectant anticipation. Sure enough, the swordsman appears before you, and before you can even greet him, he advances toward you in one large step, lips crashing upon yours in a hungry, almost carnivorous kiss.

He's aggressive in his approach, no words exchanged, no moment to think - just an explosive collision of lips that knocks you both to the floor as your arms wrap around him. The tumble is painless, and your hands find his hair, fingers digging into the soft locks as you cling to him.

A man driven by intuition, his once inexperienced and tooth kisses turn into passionate, desire-filled ones; and it feels amazing, the sensation of his lips tangled against yours, his arms wrapped around you as he presses his body close, the fire in his touch as he devours and tastes you. It feels right - like you were meant to be slotted together in a mess of limbs and touch by fate.

You feel weak in his embrace, breathless and faint, his scent lingering in the air around you as he pulls away and places his forehead against yours. Your heart skips a beat as you look into his intense gaze, his face is flushed, and his expression is almost certainly one of deep affection.

“Been thinkin’,” he murmurs against you, breathing warm on your face and lips tickling yours. “A lot, actually.”

“Oh yeah?” you whisper, stroking the top of his head lovingly. “About what?”

“I want ya,” he answers, one of his large hands coming to rest on your cheek delicately. "Need ya." He drags his thumb across your bottom lip so tenderly that it surprises you. "More than just a one-time thing, too," he continues, leaning down again to brush his lips to yours. "Want all of ya, forever."

"I-" you begin, eyes wide with realization. "Really?" You feel breathless, his words igniting a wave of what could only be love through your bones. The admission is enchanting, and it feels as if you’re all but rooted to the wooden floorboards at your back. 

"Yeah, really," he confirms with a nod, his voice low and deep. "I want ya to be mine. I don’t want anyone else to have ya." He leans down further still, his lips meeting yours once more in a passionate kiss that leaves no room for doubt in either of your minds. This is something much more than just physical desire; this is love.

Hands envelop your waist, dropping from your cheek to pull you flush against him. Lips smack together again in a rhythm that hastily turns irregular and messy, all teeth and tongue clashing together in a war of love and lust.

His hands tighten their grip, pulling you even closer until there's little space between you left. The kiss becomes more frantic, tongues dueling wildly as you finally share the depths of your emotions. Taking turns biting each other's lips, you mark each other in a way that speaks volumes about how far things have come in your relationship.

“Zoro,” you whisper into him, breaking the embrace and to tilt your to his heavy-lidded and surprisingly soft expression. “Are you absolutely sure about this?” 

Is he sure? There aren't many things Zoro considers with absolute certainty, but you? He loves you, and he fears that he'll never be able to successfully tell you just how much, but he damn well means to try. 

“I'm sure.”

And with that, he latches upon your lips again. His hands start to roam down your body, feeling your skin beneath the light barrier of cloth that harshly separates him from what he longs for the most. Fingers dip under the hem of your shirt, and Zoro looks into your eyes for reassurance, severing the tether between your mouths. You nod, a loving smile carved into your cheeks.

Zoro tugs the fabric up and over your shoulders, tossing the garment aside before admiring your bare chest. His large, warm palm meets the flesh of your tummy, and the sensation is enough to make you mewl.

It's better than he ever dreamed, your soft skin under his touch. He trails up your belly, relishing in the way you sigh and hum from the contact. Zoro lowers his face towards your neck, breath hot against your sensitive skin. He nuzzles against your collarbone, taking in the scent of you before planting a kiss there. The taste of you sends shivers down his spine, and he moans softly.

You giggle, the sensation teasingly arousing you further. His hand encircles one of your breasts, experimentally squeezing the pliant softness with some noticeable hesitance, but at your sigh of pleasure, he's invigorated to go further.

Zoro takes hold of your breast firmly, gently kneading it between his fingers before bringing it to his mouth to suckle on the nipple. He bites down gently, causing you to arch into him involuntarily. The combination of pleasure and surprise causes him to look at you with a mix of determination and desire in his eyes.

"Was that okay?" He asks, just to make sure. He only wants to hurt you if you like it. "Y-yeah," you stutter, turning into putty beneath him. "It's good, y-you're good."

Zoro smiles victoriously, feeling the power that comes with having you completely under his control. He continues to suckle on your breast, taking long slow pulls as he teases the sensitive nub with his tongue. "Good," he repeats, his voice dripping with confidence. "Now let me take care of the other one."

He moves to your other breast, repeating the same process of gentle kneading and biting before taking it into his mouth. You find yourself moaning softly, unable to resist the sensations coursing through your body.

As he works on your breasts, Zoro runs his free hand up your thigh, feeling the soft skin there before moving it higher still until he reaches the hem of your shorts. He hesitates for just a moment before pulling them down over your hips, revealing more of your exposed flesh to him.

And as the fabric falls from your ankle and into the abyss below the bed, Zoro looks upon you - all of you - for the first time. Your skin glows softly in the moonlight seeping in from the window, illuminating you in evening's veil. Hair strewn around your face, your well loved lips swollen from the endless kisses - fuck, he thinks you may be perfect.

He takes a while to just enjoy the way you look. Laid bare before him, the most vulnerable parts of you exposed to the elements, you look tantalizingly beautiful. He reaches out and brushes some strands of hair away from your cheek with a soft smile, feeling how warm and supple your skin is.

One hand reaches forward to touch your thigh, digits encircling the pliant flesh and squeezing… gently? You peer at him curiously, leaning up on your elbows, and the look on his face shows something so foreign, an expression that you don't think you've seen before.

He's nervous.

Nervous about touching you this way, and despite the sweet sense of finality that Zoro's keen on devouring, he doesn't know quite where to begin. He looks into you with a silent plea of assistance, and it's one you're willing to answer.

"Zo," you whisper, leaning up just enough to place a hand on his cheek. He leans into it instinctively, a gesture that fills you with so much joy that you could burst. "It's alright, I want you to touch me."

Zoro takes your hand in both of his and holds onto it tightly, feeling a warmth spread throughout his entire body as he realizes that you trust him completely. With renewed confidence, he places his other hand on your waist and gently lowers himself between your thighs.

His cock is warm against you, and you can feel it throb and twitch even from within the confines of his pants. The anticipation is killing you, but you mean to take it slow as to not overwhelm him in this most vulnerable of moments. He trusts you, loves you enough to be entwined together as lovers do.

You hear him audibly swallow, and that rare, hesitant, exposed side of him reveals itself once more. Zoro is but a breadth away from what he wants with you, and while intimacy is more than just sex, he finds himself wanting to prove himself to you, that he wants this, wants you, with his whole heart.

He looks at you with another silent plea, and, god, it's so fucking adorable. "What do your instincts tell you?" You ask, hoping to ease some of his nerves. "What do you want?"

Zoro takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself, and then speaks softly. "I... want this. I want to be with ya," His voice trembles slightly, betraying the usual tough exterior to display vulnerability. "I want to give myself completely to ya. I know it."

"I want you, Zoro. Not just for this, either." You say sweetly, replying with a kiss to his forehead. "I'm yours. From now 'til you tire of me."

"Not happening," He smirks, looking into your eyes with raw emotion. "Like ya too much."

A look of determination crosses his face as he takes hold of your waist, pulling you closer to him, pressing his lips firmly against yours in a deep, passionate kiss once more. The kiss is filled with a new intensity, one born of desire and possession - a reflection of the bond that has formed between you two over the years that now boils over into real, whole, true love.

His hands finally slip beneath his waistband, pulling his paints and boxers down and shaking them off, freeing himself fully toward you. Zoro's cock stands tall, thick and girthy and dripping with a sheen of pre-cum. The sight causes you to clench around nothing but the anticipation.

You pull your legs up, allowing him more room between them. He grabs the base of his dick, and with another look of reassurance, he presses himself against your entrance. Zoro hisses at the contact, and the moan faint from your lips has his head spinning.

He pushes forward slowly, feeling every bit of resistance from your tightness. Your walls grip onto him like a vice, making him pause momentarily before continuing his steady progression.

You make a sound akin to a wail, and his head jolts up in worry. "You alright?" He asks, scanning your face for any sign of pain.

"I'm good," You reply, panting slightly as his length stretches you wide. "Promise."

With those words of assurance, Zoro takes heart and continues pushing forward until he is completely buried inside of you. He gasps at the intense sensation, feeling like he's filling every last inch of your tight warmth. The sight of your flushed face and parted lips sends shivers down his spine, causing him to groan in newfound ecstasy.

"One second," you urge, a hand coming to wrap around his wrist tightly. "Need just a second to adjust, okay? I'll tell you when you can keep going."

And fuck, is it hard to comply, not with the way you feel around him. Zoro grits his teeth, fighting the compulsion to rut into you, but he nods understandingly.

He watches intently as your chest rises and falls rapidly beneath his gaze, taking note of how your body seems to crave more of him despite the discomfort. When you give him the signal to proceed, releasing the grip on his wrist, Zoro begins to thrust gently into your wet depths.

You squeal, the tip of his cock touching that spongey spot within you that makes you see stars. "Fuck," you breathe out, arching your back and wrapping your legs around his hips. His movements are slow, but meaningful. Your walls tighten around him, and he can feel every single gummy ridge slide languidly along his length.

Zoro's eyes narrow slightly, a predatory gleam in them as he watches your reaction to his slow, deep thrusts. He takes pleasure in knowing that he's causing you intense pleasure even while holding back some of his own intensity. The feeling of being surrounded by your warmth and tightness drives him wild with desire, and he can't help but growl softly between clenched teeth as he continues to revel into you.

"You can go a little faster, Zo," You encourage between moans of immodesty, gripping onto his shoulders. "Promise."

With a low growl of approval, Zoro picks up the pace, driving himself faster inside of you with each powerful stroke. His motions become ever more urgent as he feels the familiar tug of release deep within him. He pushes past any remaining boundaries of restraint and, with your blessing, gives into the primal instincts that fuel his passion.

The heat between the two of you intensifies exponentially, leaving no room for anything that isn't the raw desire and love for one another. He pumps into you with reckless abandon, and his eye locks onto you, watching as you come undone around him.

There's no holding back now, for with your whines and cries of exaltation that he's making you sing, he feels the binding snap. Skin slaps against skin and the whole room feels humid and foggy. He's close, but he doesn't want to be. You just feel so fucking good around him that he can barely keep himself anchored.

And he cums. Without any warning or indication, he spills into you with a frantic pant of your name. Diving into you as he rides out his high, there's a certain aura that seems to radiate from his sweaty skin. You feel warm, and in his arms, you feel safe.

Zoro collapses on top of you, still buried deep within your core, breathing hard and inhaling the scent of your skin. "Fuck, m'sorry." he whispers into your ear, "Didn't mean ta, just felt so good."

He sounds genuinely upset, and you feel him freeze for a moment when you hold him tight to your chest. "Hey, I'm not upset." You reassure him, and he relaxes into your touch. "It was amazing, I loved it."

Fuck it.

"I love you."

Zoro sits up enough to look deep into your face, a loving, sincere beam across his lips. You said the words that he couldn't, but the feeling is one that is not only mutual - but exhilarating.

He presses a kiss to your forehead, then your nose, and finally to your lips.

"Same here."

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01. flowers and rings — bada lee

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synopsis : after a long day out with her lover, bada and haneul – her girlfriend – stop upon a flower shop that sells haneul's favorite flower, even though the two girls seem to be deeply in love, the wheel of fate has turned.

warning : haneul is an oc (original character) and is not based upon a real person ; lowercase intended.

'it's dark under the lamp' is a saying bada truly believes in, about how people tend to overlook what's right in front of them until it's gone. they acquire a loss, and finally start valuing something or someone they had, which allows regret to settle in their chests for only god knows how long. quite sad, right? it's true that most people will not value what they have until it's gone, and bada has definitely had her share of it.

the regrets from all her past experiences are exactly what keeps bada's attention from drifting too far away from her girlfriend's stories, her mind trying to remain focused on the endless chatting and her high pitched voice as they walk back home from an afternoon at the movies. even when bada's head is erupting with headaches after a full morning of stressful work, she still makes time for the girl she loves. even if she's in pain, for now, she can still softly chuckle at haneul.

"i honestly don't get why he was in the movie" haneul says, sounding indignant. "imagine being on screen for, like, a few miserable seconds, dying in some pointless scene and making everyone mad for no reason!"

"yeah, i definitely wouldn't want to be in his shoes. he's probably hated by many" bada’s voice is warm, even though she briefly squeezes her eyes shut at the pain throbbing in her head. the short action isn't unnoticed by haneul as she senses bada's discomfort, the shorter girl knows that bada has been working late, trying to make sure everything goes smoothly for the wedding that the taller girl is planning. a soft sigh leaves haneul's mouth as she smiles at bada, she couldn't be more appreciative of how her girlfriend is still listening to her, it must have been hard for bada to deal with everything all at once with such a short amount of time.

"you need some rest, hm? today was really . ." haneul's voice slowly trails off, her eyes meeting a small flower shop as she spots the view right behind bada. "oh, hydrangeas! those are so pretty, bada, look!"

bada turns her body slowly, making sure she won't get dizzy and fall from how painful her head is feeling. she closes her eyes, temporarily trying to shut down the headache, though the pain seems to quickly disappear when the flower shop's display of blooms meet her eyes. “oh, they’re actually so nice” bada mumbles, agreeing with her girlfriend's words, her voice soft and tender as she scans the flower arrangements, the blush pink-colored facade . . it's quite colorful, but not in a way that would hurt her eyes, quite the opposite, it's pleasing to the eyes with how the shop owner chose to place a soft color pallette outside for everyone to see. it's quite impressive for a small shop, bada has to admit.

though all those thoughts quickly go away as bada turns to her lover. a smile spreading across her face when she sees the glint in haneul's eyes. placing a hand on top of her lover's head as bada pats her hair tenderly. "hydrangeas. you love them, don't you?" she askd, her voice ever so soft and tender when she looks at the shorter girl. haneul quickly nods at that, and bada gently takes her hand. "i'll get you some, love."

"bada, what? you've already done so much for me today, and that place looks expensive." haneul quickly says, her brows furrowing with dismay as she dismisses bada's words.

"you know these things don't matter to me" the taller girl answers. "i'll pay whatever it takes to see you happy and to be remembered fondly by the girl i love." bada lightly squeezes the hand in hers, bringing it up to her lips as she leaves a soft kiss on top of haneul's hand.

the shorter girl's cheeks blush brightly at bada's action as her chest is filled with warmth. having no other choice than to accept bada's gift, the two quickly cross the empty street, the flickering light stabilizes as they approach the façade; the wooden-framed windows are large, the doors tall, and the classic scent of fresh flowers hits them as soon as bada pushes it open. it's warm inside, and haneul's face is priceless as she sees her favorite flowers up close, looking so carefully arranged, as if they've been well cared for since their sowing. the blue of the petals stands out from all the other flowers as haneul walks faster to look at them.

the lights hurt bada's eyes a bit as she stops in front of the counter, scanning the store and the intricately ornamented ceiling, the well-adorned shelves, all the soft colors matching each other. it takes her a while to look in your direction.

"those look so nice" bada tells her girlfriend, her chin slightly point upward towards the upper shelf. "the bride that i'm working with wants anemones like those ones."

you catch only half of her words, then look up with a beaming smile. "hi, how can i help you? you want anemones for your wedding?"

"oh, no" bada mumbles, her head quickly moves to face your direction as your eyes meet. her face displays a smile even though bada feels like her head is being stabbed with a knife, a sharp pain spreads throughout her head as she answers your question. "no, i'd like to get my girlfriend one of those bouquets. please."

she points behind herself at the display in front of the windows, and your mind takes a little while to process her words. you don't quite understand what has gone over you, but you just stare at her with a blank look — her two-toned hair is quite striking, and she looks like a gentle girlfriend despite her tall and remarkable figure being slightly intimidating to all strangers. you just stand there, dumb-struck as you admire her beauty and tenderness. "a hydrangea bouquet" bada said again, her voice now expressing that she's in hurry as she furrows her brow, a bit dismayed at your slow reaction, or maybe a bit worried about how you're not responding to her words.

you blink your eyes, taking a deep breath as you move your eyes away from her form. "right, sorry. i'll get you one" you say, moving from your position to get what she asked for.

bada sighs, her right hand lifting up to massage the spot in between her eyebrows. her attention shifts back onto her girlfriend as she smiles softly at the shorter girl. the whole action doesn't go unnoticed by you as you look up at the cctv on your laptop.

the shorter girl walks back to her girlfriend's side, noticing that the taller girl is in pain. "are you sure you're good? we really gotta go home . ." she asks in a hushed tone, concern spreads over her face as she stands on her toes to massage bada's head.

"mhm, it's okay, don't worry" bada whispers and pulls haneul closer, placing a kiss on her forehead. you look away quickly, focusing on getting them your best-looking bouquet, and all of a sudden you feel bitterness arise from the bottom of your chest.

life must be cruel, how many more couples will come into your shop and display all this lovey dovey act just to rub it in your face?

“is that all?” you ask the two girls, showing them the arrangement as you wait for their approval. awkwardness arises in the air as you look at the taller girl, her brows furrow, her hands quickly examine the flowers delicately as she studies it with a serious look on her face. you can feel yourself taking a deep breath as you quickly shift your attention to the other girl, prefering to look at her girlfriend instead.

you watch as bada hands the flower bouquet to her girlfriend, the shorter girl takes it into her hands carefully as her face displays a bright smile, and it seems like bada's expression quickly turns into a satisfied one as she smiles tenderly at her girlfriend's reaction.

“yes, thank you. they’re beautiful” the taller girl looks back at you, her face still keeping that soft smile as she nods. when bada finishes paying, she speaks softly to her girlfriend as they exit your shop. the warm weather welcomes them again, and the streets are peaceful even though haneul's yapping is worth about ten people, and even though the day is soon to be over chronologically, that’s officially when life starts moving to get you screwed.

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“Baby that hurts,.”Sungchan kept whining about the pain, repeating himself over and over as you tended to his injuries. Your boyfriend, not the most graceful of individuals, had managed to accumulate a number of new cuts and bruises, each one prompting another round of complaints from him. He hisses as more ointment comes in contact with the wound on his left knee. Sungchan tries to block out the pain by putting his focus somewhere else. His eyes wander up and down your body as your kind tender hands treat him. Then he leans down, placing a delicate kiss on top of your hair. You chuckle at the man's actions, “what was that for hm?”

Sungchan is biting down his lips seeing you drop more ointment on the pad. He focuses back on his task 9-8-10.

"there are twelve," you glance up, puzzled, at your boyfriend seated patiently on the edge of the bathtub.

"I counted," he explains. "You have twelve moles on your body, including the one on your butt.”

“Sungchan!”You lightly slap his unbruised knee before getting up to look for the plaster box you kept in the kitchen cabinet. It seemed accidents always occurred when you two cooked together. He consistently managed to cut himself and request the dinosaur plaster. You started to wonder if he did it intentionally, ever since you bought that dinosaur set.

Upon returning to the bathroom, you catch him admiring himself in the mirror, adjusting his hair. His face lights up with a charming smile as he notices you in the reflection, before returning to his spot on the bathtub's edge. You approach him stopping between his legs where he playfully cages you and only let's go in exchange for a kiss.

His playfulness makes it harder job for you to treat him. You giggled when he snuggles against your sweater, sniffing the sweet scent you always carried with you. Like the blooming flowers in spring, he once said. That's who you reminded him of.

“Baby?”

“Yes Sungchan.”

“I love you.” Your heart flutters at three words and you cannot help but reciprocate them right back. A cold breeze hits your tummy and a pair of soft lips land on the skin. Sungchan adjusts your sweater back in place before putting his head back against it. He's drugged in love and admiration for you, wishing for time to stand still even it meant he would be covered in stitches from head to toe. Just you and him.

His eyes speaks volumes as they lit up whenever they land on you. Even the mention of just your name leaves him in a trance. He could talk about you for hours, write a book about you and it still wouldn't be enough. He wants to shout it out from the top of the mountains, let everyone how much he's in adoration with you.

Soft backrubs gently begin on your back, then disappear beneath your sweater to repeat the soothing motion.

“Oh can i get the brachiosaurus one?” he eyes the box in your hand. You take the dinosaur set detaching the one sungchan wanted. You kneel down and carefully placed it on the cut, finishing it off with a kiss on top.

“you’re the best.” he smiles so tenderly, gaze shooting up with so much love.

[angryschnauzer]

As Sweet As Honey - Chapter 6

Summary: Finding a new life in a new town, you stumble upon a Honey farmer at the town market. You both have pasts that have shaped the way you now live your lives, but can you find a way of putting them behind you to find happiness?

Pairing: ‘Lucas’ Syverson x Female Reader

Fandom: Henry Cavill, Sandcastle (Movie).

Ongoing Genre: Fluff, Angst, and Smut

Story Warnings: Slight Angst, Talk of a car accident in the past, Anxious Sy, Mild Embarrassment, First Date Nerves, Kissing,  NSFW, 18+, Smut, Fingering, Grinding, Hot Tub Frolics, Handjob, Titty Sucking, Nudity.

Chapter 6 Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Smut, Fingering, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Angst, talk of abusive past relationship

Wordcount: 2222

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As Sweet As Honey - Chapter 6

Sy had a spring in his step as he returned to his truck, the box from Antonios tucked under his arm and he was thankful he’d left Akia at home for this trip as she would be happy snuffling around in the yard on the long tether he’d installed. He made sure the box was carefully wedged into the passenger side footwell before circling the truck and climbing in, whistling a happy tune as he started the truck and backed out of the space. He was in his own little world and didn’t see his cousin Walter wave to him or hear him call out his name.

The drive to your place was fairly short, and as he waited at stop signs and went in turn he mulled over in his head all the things he was going to tell you and share the good news. When he finally reached your house he pulled onto the driveway and smiled when he saw you in the garden, hanging laundry on the line so it billowed in the breeze, that same breeze making the hem of your summer dress flip and dance, revealing your soft thighs and the curve of your ass. He didn’t even realise he’d done it but you heard the low growl of appreciation he’d let out as he stood near your porch.

“Sy!” you called, abandoning the remaining laundry in the hamper and running across the lawn to him. He wrapped his free arm around your waist and pulled you to him, holding the box out of the way as you kissed. When you finally pulled apart you rested your hands on his chest;

“To what do I owe this honour of a surprise visit?”

“Just been to Antonios” he said with a grin, lifting the box a little.

“Oh this sounds like good news… what’s in the box?”

Sy smirked;

“Something juicy and round i have to pour my honey over and sprinkle with nuts”

Raising your eyebrows you pretended to be curious whilst trying not to giggle, instead you let out a small shriek as Sy wrapped an arm around you, cupping your ass before hoisting you up onto his hip and you wrapped your legs around his waist; “I’ll show you inside”

In the cool shade of the cottage he set you down on the old wooden surface of your kitchen table, his arm never leaving your back as he stood between your legs. That arm slid up your back and to the back of your neck, curling in your hair as he gently pulled your head back so he could kiss you. At some point he must have set the box down as you felt his other hand cup your cheek, before his fingertips softly brushed over the top of your chest, and he all out grabbed a handful, grunting into your mouth. Breaking the kiss you pressed your forehead to his;

“I so want your mouth on me but i also want to know what happened at Antonio’s”

Sy smirked;

“I guess i could get you started with my fingers”

With a low growl he pushed your legs further apart, his big hand sliding beneath the skirt of your dress and cupping your pussy in his palm;

“Already so warm and wet for me” he muttered as he pulled the soft cotton to one side and his thick fingers tenderly dragged through your folds; “The meeting was incredible… the main man himself agreed that i have a by far superior product”

“I can vouch for that” you interrupted, grinning as you confidently cupped Sy through his jeans, enjoying the feet of his hardness growing beneath the denim.

“As i was saying…” he cut in as he slid two thick fingers into you; “With the onset of summer and customers wanting lighter flavours, he’s placed a standing order for twelve jars weekly for the next three months, to be reviewed at that point”

“That’s amazing!”

“Which part?” he grinned; “The honey order or what I'm doing to your honey pot?” crooking his fingers just right as he found that spot deep inside that made you see stars.

“Both! BOTH!” 

“That’s my good girl,” Sy muttered.

Just as you were about to cum he pulled his fingers away, you were about to complain but were cut off as you watched him get to his knees in front of you. Those ice blue eyes stared up at you when he reached both hands under your skirt to push it up, before pulling your panties down. Leaning back on the table you lifted your ass so he could get them off, his strong hands holding your thighs open as he gratuitously stared your pussy. 

“Such a beautiful peach” he praised before pushing closer, his wide tongue licking a firm stripe through your petals. He grunted at your taste hit his tongue and you watched as his eyes fluttered shut as if it was the sweetest nectar he’d ever tasted. His tongue worked magic against your clit, pulling you rapidly to the edge of an orgasm, before he pulled away;

“Hey!” you went to protest before you realised he was quickly pulling his t-shirt over his head, tossing it aside before he wrapped his strong arms around your thighs and pulled you closer to the edge of the table. He dived right back in, this new position having you spread wider as he could control the angle of your thighs, this time his tongue was pushing into your velvet channel as he curled one hand around the top of your thigh to rub firm circles against your clit. He was like a man starved; his mouth never leaving you and for a second you wondered if he would need to come up for air, but as the pleasure built in your body your mind went blank and you forgot of Sy’s need for oxygen. 

Your hands reached for something to grip onto, your fingertips sliding on the wood of the table before you reached down and ran your fingers through Sy’s short cropped hair, silky to touch and just long enough to curl and hold onto. His grip on your thighs got tighter as he could feel your orgasm approaching, never relenting with his ministrations until you came with a cry, your legs shaking as they tightened around his head. 

“Oh Sy…Sy…” you praised, laying on the kitchen table as he pressed tender kisses to your inner thighs. As your mouth was currently disconnected from your mind you kept whispering his name, until your brain connected with its auditory sensors and realised you could hear a light tapping on the glass window of the old door to the back yard; “Sy…” your mind caught up with what you were seeing; “Walter…”

Sy stopped and immediately popped his head up;

“Walter? What the…?”

You suddenly realised the Sheriff was standing at the door, a shocked look on his face as he saw you and his cousin in the positions you were. Your brain caught up and you hastily pushed your dress down as you squeaked and pointed at the door, Sy looking to the door and his face darkened; “What the fuck does he want?” he grumbled as he pulled himself to his feet and crossed the room in three strides, yanking the door open;

“Walt…”

The burly Sheriff held his hands up, the file he was holding hitting the door;

“Sy, i’m sorry. But this is important”

Sy nodded and went to step outside;

“Okay, we can talk in the yard”

But Walter didn’t move, instead he gripped the file with both hands and looked to you;

“Sy it’s not you i’m here to speak to”

A shiver ran down your spine as you saw the name on the file. With as much grace as you could muster you hopped off the table and tidied your skirt;

“Sheriff… Walter, please could you wait in the living room, i’ll be with you in a moment”

He nodded, waited for Sy to step aside before he quickly crossed the room and disappeared from view. Sy quickly came back to you, scooping his t-shirt from the floor;

“Is everything OK?”

You hadn’t realised you were hugging yourself, chewing nervously on your lip;

“I don’t know. It may be about the restraining order, that was the file he was holding”

Sy paused and blinked a few times before he shook his head as if trying to get his mind around something he hadn’t all the information for;

“Do I need to go?”

Shaking your head you pressed your hand to his chest, the skin warm to touch and a comfort;

“No, please stay. You deserve to know about my past”

With a sigh he nodded, turning his crumpled t-shirt in his hands before discovering the soft pink of your underwear, holding them out to you;

“Think these are yours” he said with a small smile.

It was tough but you matched his smile, and as the two of you silently redressed, your stomach flipped as it tightened with nerves. You didn’t want to leave what seemed like the comfort of your kitchen, but Walter had promised if he ever got an alert you’d be the first to know.

-

You sat on your couch, the photo gripped between your fingers. The still shot from a traffic cam at the state border on Interstate 94 was clear as day. Your blood ran cold.

“All deputies have been put on alert to look out for his car” Walter said quietly; “He told his parole officer he was heading to San Francisco when he had his final meeting a couple of weeks ago. I set the alert up at the borders and this is when he crossed from North Dakota into Montana. We’re all the way over the other side of the state, he could still just be taking this route coast to coast. I’ve reached out to the Butte City Police just for any alerts when he passes through to see if he heads south from there”

Walter’s words were not reassuring. You hadn’t realised you’d been nervously tapping your foot on the floor until Sy softly put his hand on your knee;

“Whatever you need Honey, i’m here” he paused; “But it would help if i knew what we were dealing with”

You took a deep breath. You were nervous, no, you were scared out of your mind to tell Sy, but he deserved to know. Nodding, you held the photo out;

“This is James. My… husband”

“Your… what?” Sy asked, cocking his head to one side, his lips pressed into a thin line.

“Ex-husband” Walter added; “The Massachusetts courts granted the divorce without him present”

You nodded, turning to Sy and lifting your gaze to his. You could feel tears threatening to spill as you gathered the courage to speak;

“I…” you tried to continue but your words disappeared into a gurgle as tears started to flow, the memories too painful. You needed to get out of the room, to clear your mind. Standing you ran for the door, letting it slam shut behind you.

-

Sy looked from the door to Walter and back again;

“Could you please tell me what’s going on?”

Walter stood, pulling out his phone;

“I need to call her emergency contact”

He stood at the window as he started to make a call, handing Sy the file. 

As Sy opened the battered brown folder his heart sank as he started to read the details. Page after page of background information, photographs of injuries, reports from First Responders and the ER Department. The final pages were details of the restraining order, of the change of last name for identity protection, and that her emergency contact was Tamara the veterinarian that Sy took Akia to for shots and flea treatments. Setting the file back down onto the coffee table he looked up at Walter who was standing silently by the window having finished his call;

“She’s standing out by the Lavender, looking out at the meadow… I’ve called Tamara, she’s on her way”

“I’m going out to see her”

“What are you going to say?”

Sy paused at the doorway;

“I don’t know. But i’m going to show her that i’m here for her”

-

The wind played over the long grasses in the meadow as you watched the dark clouds on the horizon building, a spring storm brewing to ruin the run of good weather. Heavy footsteps on the lawn brought your attention to the present, before you felt a pair of strong arms softly wrap around you, gently pulling you to rest your back on a firm chest. A bearded kiss pressed to the side of your head and Sy’s voice was quiet;

“Whatever you need, i’m here for you”

Turning you nodded, pressing your face into his chest, inhaling the scent of his aftershave and laundry detergent. You heard the tell tale squeal of Tamara’s car as it roared over the slight hill from town, the grinding of gravel as she pulled up abruptly at your cottage. Turning to Sy, you spoke with a quiet tone;

“Can I stay with you tonight?”

He nodded, pressing a kiss to your forehead;

“Of course you can”

Chapter 7 >>>

[seivsite]

for ur event huehue

blade with when they go over to sit on their lap and cup their cheeks, lovingly staring into their eyes oh my god yems

MOONLIT REMINISCENCE.

prompt: when they go over to sit on their lap and cup their cheeks, lovingly staring into their eyes.

includes: blade x gn!reader. soft bladie, small spoilers of blade’s lore (his past name) — wc: 468

It was a peaceful evening at Xianzhou Luofu, with the moon shining brightly in the sky, casting its luminous glow upon the figures and shapes painted by the stars. Yingxing sat engrossed in his task of reviewing the paper documents that Jing Yuan had given him.

Lost in his work, he had forgotten how long it had been since he began signing and scrutinising the documents. Suddenly, the sound of a door opening and closing broke his concentration. Paying little mind to it, he continued his work, his senses attuned to the soft footsteps of the mysterious visitor.

“Qīn ài de,” (Name) called out, finally capturing Yingxing’s attention. He looked up from his work to find them standing in front of his desk, arms crossed and wearing a pout. “Hmm? What are you pouting about?” he asked, seemingly oblivious to their needs.

(Name) let out a sigh, their disappointment palpable. They moved around the desk, gently pushing Yingxing’s chair back and settling comfortably on his lap. Yingxing’s face immediately flushed red, unsure where to direct his gaze or what to do with his hands.

Placing their hands on Yingxing’s face, (Name) guided his gaze upward, locking their stunning eyes with his. “Is the mighty Yingxing feeling shy?” they teased, their fingers caressing his cheeks tenderly.

“No,” he replied hastily, not wanting to admit the profound effect his beloved had on him. Though his reddened face betrayed his words, he attempted to assert himself by placing his hands on their waist. Yet, his feeble gesture seemed inconsequential as (Name) swiftly pressed their lips against his, catching him off guard and surprising him even more.

Yingxing let out a small yelp before surrendering to the intoxicating kiss, his hands traversing (Name)’s body while their gentle touch cradled his cheek and tangled in his blond hair.

Unable to stifle his moans of pleasure, he revelled in the kiss, but all too soon, (Name) pulled away, prompting him to yearn for their lips once more. Gasping for air, he met their gaze, filled with profound love and adoration.

“I’m madly in love with you,” he confessed, relishing the sensation of their fingers running through his hair.

“Hmm, I know,” (Name) replied, wrapping their arms around him, finding solace in his embrace as they rested their head on his shoulder.

A sense of déjà vu enveloped them. Time had flowed since that fateful encounter, yet the memory of (Name)’s eyes, perpetually brimming with love and adoration solely for him, remained etched in Yingxing’s consciousness. Their love seemed to transcend the ages, guiding them to their present circumstance, evoking vivid recollections of their shared past.

“Doesn’t this feel incredibly nostalgic?” (Name) mused, perched on his lap, their fingers weaving through his locks.

“Indeed it does,” Yingxing, now preferring the name Blade, replied.

NOTES. AHHH i love writing for blade theres so much room for angst or those sentimental vibes, hope u like it 朋友 ❤️‍🔥

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A Commander and His Second

“Cidolfus Telamon, Lord Commander of the Royal Waloeder Army.” He introduces himself, a smile upon his lips. “A pleasure to meet you, my lady.”  His lips greet your skin tenderly, a gentle caress.  You nod in his direction. “A pleasure to meet you, Lord Commander.” You pray he doesn’t sense how tense you are.  “Oh, none of that,” He replies cheekily, head tilted in amusement. “My enemies call me the Lord Commander. You may call me Cid.”  Feeling bold, you ask. “And who is allowed to call you Cid?”  He lets your hand go and rises from his spot, arm slung over his sword once more. With a grin, he replies. “You’re a smart woman, I’ll let you figure that out.”

Pairing: Cidolfus Telamon/Reader Rating: Explicit, MDNI Word Count: 9.8k Words Warnings: Smut, like really really long smut. Read On AO3! Author's Note: Let's pretend like I haven't been MIA for two months! I've had this in the backlogs for a while and I wanted to try and make this the best it could be, but then life stuff happened. Hopefully the quality made the wait time worth it!

You first met The Lord Commander within the hallowed stone walls of Waloed.

Lord Tharmr expected—no, demanded absolute loyalty and perfection from all his soldiers, you being no exception; Those he found promising were offered a place beneath his wing, a status sought after by the many men and women of the Waloed army. It is after many years of servitude that your actions caught the eye of the war-hungry king, making a name for yourself as an effective assassin.

Silent as she is deadly, the bane of any who dare become an enemy of the state. A tool, and an effective one at that. It is after many years of servitude that your actions caught the eye of the war-hungry king.

An invitation was sent to your quarters, a private meeting amongst his personal garrison. Finely decorated as it was, you knew the letter for its true nature; Recruitment to become one of his personal men.

It is at that same meeting, surrounded by others of equal rank, that you meet the Dominant of Levin for the first time.

You enter the room and bow at the sight of King Tharmr, head bent until you hear his command to rise. Only then do you see Lord Barnabas in all his glory, the very image of absolute power.

Beside him is another man, dark hair and even darker clothing. The Lord Commander, you assume. When he turns to look at you suddenly you’re nervous for a whole new reason.

He’s handsome, unfairly so.

An arm slung lazily around the two swords at his hip, a charming smile stretched across his face. Your eyes trail down to the exposed valley of his chest beneath his tunic, and it takes every bit of willpower to force yourself to behave.

Oh no.

“So, you’re the young lady who’s caught the attention of our king.” He asks confidently. You feel yourself swoon.

Oh, he even sounds divine, gruff and husky in the best kind of way. You could listen to him speak for hours.

Your body visibly stiffens, an unfamiliar feeling in your chest blossoming at the sight of his pretty green eyes, the same eyes that move quickly against your figure from afar.

You feel like a young girl again, skittish, naive. You almost forget where you are.

Your attention is only brought back by the sound of footsteps, slow and deliberate. With a gentle grasp, he takes your hand in his and places a kiss against it.

Fuck me, this is seriously a problem.

“Cidolfus Telamon, Lord Commander of the Royal Waloeder Army.” He introduces himself, a smile upon his lips. “A pleasure to meet you, my lady.”

His lips greet your skin tenderly, a gentle caress.

You nod in his direction. “A pleasure to meet you, Lord Commander.” You pray he doesn’t sense how tense you are.

“Oh, none of that,” He replies cheekily, head tilted in amusement. “My enemies call me the Lord Commander. You may call me Cid.”

Feeling bold, you ask. “And who is allowed to call you Cid?”

He lets your hand go and rises from his spot, arm slung over his sword once more. With a grin, he replies. “You’re a smart woman, I’ll let you figure that out.”

You’re frozen in place, not daring to move in the presence of His Highness. You listen, but your attention is elsewhere, your hand still burning from his touch. You chance a glance in his direction and don’t miss the not-so-subtle wink he sends your way.

Gods above, if I don’t meet my end on the battlefield, he will be the death of me.

You would’ve hoped that your schoolgirl crush would end the moment Cid became your commander.

It did not. If anything, it only became more intense the longer you spent time together.

Eikon of Ramuh, you had initially thought that his high ranking was simply due to his status as a Dominant, but longer exposure proved that wasn’t the case. He did wield the power of the gods, but Cid proved himself a masterful tactician as well as a danger on the battlefield, perhaps through Ramuh’s blessing or his own experience. A keen eye able to discern even the most minute weaknesses in the worst of situations, that was the Lord Commander.

But in the same breath you can admit that a good portion of “strategic escapes” are anything but. Gods know how many times you’ve had to bail him out of a tough spot only to have him look up at you with that radiant smile and forget why you were even mad at him in the first place.

The man had an aura about him that could only be described as magnetizing. Strong, not only due to his talents as a Dominant but to his compassion, full of a love for life and knowledge you haven’t seen in ages, if ever.

It also didn’t help that he had a visage blessed by the founder; Moss green eyes full of vigor that could bring you to your knees, and threatened to do so every time he glanced in your direction. In the back of your mind you knew that your feelings had no place on the battlefield, but you didn’t care. For once you let yourself be dictated by emotion, no matter how stupid of an idea it may be.

It was maddening, and yet you invited it all the same.

“Someone’s off with the faeries.” A deep voice mutters behind you. “What’s got your head in the clouds, little miss?” Ah, speak of the devil. Cid teases you from his little spot in the corner as he supervises the new recruits. You stand next to him, broken from your trance. “Am I not allowed to think sir?” You answer sarcastically.

This banter, this back and forth cat and mouse game was familiar, a battle of wits neither of you have been willing to back out from in all the time you’ve known each other. He shakes his head with a grin, turning his attention away from the soldiers in training and onto you. “You’re thinking so hard I’m afraid you might hurt yourself.” He speaks, feigning concern.

“Nothing wrong with some quiet contemplation,” you add with a shrug. “You should try it sometime, maybe then your escape plans won’t always go so pear-shaped.”

He scoffs, that damned grin still painted on his features. “A bit of excitement never hurt. Besides,” he places a hand on your shoulder. “I keep you on your toes.” You look up at him accusatory. “I cannot begin to count the amount of times I nearly had an intimate relationship with the business end of a sword thanks to you.” He lets out a throaty laugh at your annoyance. “Ah, nearly being the operative word—ow!”

He rubs his arm where you’ve punched him, the faintest hint of a glare marring your features. “At least think before you run headfirst into danger!” You hiss. “I swear, if I wasn’t at your side you would’ve died by now.” He hums in agreement. “And I thank the gods every day that you are.”

The same hand on your shoulder squeezes a bit, and you do well to ignore the butterflies in your chest. “In any case,” he waves away your complaints with a shrug. “You love me. If you didn't, you would’ve asked to leave by now.” He’s right, but you’d rather him not know that. So you cross your arms in defiance, returning to watch the poor soldiers being used and abused. “I just enjoy watching the shitshow, that’s all.” The faintest smile graces your features. If you were paying attention, you would see that same smile mirrored on Cid’s as well.

“So? Your opinion?” You gesture to the men-in-training vaguely. Soldiers who were hoping to garner the good graces of the king. “Sloppy and uninspiring, I fear.” He watches as a man brings his opponent to his knees, lauding over his own victory. “No one here has that spark about them, not like you…” His voice trails off in remembrance. “...Now that was exciting.” It’s easy enough to know what he’s thinking about, you being unable to forget it as well. The day of your “recruitment”. Moving through endless bolts of levin, forced to dodge in an enclosed arena while also evading Cid’s masterful swordplay, a task difficult enough without being under the king's scrutiny. Watching, waiting for any mistake on your part. But his opinion didn’t register to you at the moment, considering all you could think of was how handsome Cid looked mid-battle. That, and the trail of magic nearly connecting with your face. It’s a miracle you didn’t meet your end that day. A huff of air escapes you. “Exciting isn’t the word I’d use.” He laughs, leaning back as he does. “And what word would you use?” “Something more appropriate for nearly dying, I suppose.” Your voice is dripping with sarcasm. “You could have killed me, so forgive me if I don’t sound very excited.” “Oh please,” he fixes you with an easy smile. “I wouldn’t have killed you. You’re too pretty for that.” Your eyebrows jump in surprise. “What did you just—” He’s already walking away from you by the time you turn your head. He looks behind him with that godsdamned smirk before winking at you and turning the corner, returning to coach the amateur soldiers. “Smug bastard…” You mumble to yourself, ignoring the heat rising in your chest. You’re starting to wonder if it’s even a crush at this point.

The tavern is filled to the brim with battle-weary soldiers, hoping to be comforted by one of many of the dames serving their drinks, Loud, raucous jeers of orders fill your ears, the young women struggling to keep up with both their constant cries and wandering eyes.

“Barmaid, more ale!” One yells, his body slowly leaning off his stool.

“Come ‘ere, promise I won’t bite!” Another says to a passing waitress, too inebriated to try to hide how his eyes are glued to her body.

You don’t usually go to after-battle celebrations, specifically for this reason. Too loud, too rowdy, too wild. Liquor brings out the worst in people, and you’d rather not be there to see it.

Of course, the only way you would be caught dead in here is because a certain dark-haired commander had invited you.

“Come now, you always disappear the moment it’s time to celebrate,” he complains, gesturing to the bar in front of you. “Loosen up for a change, promise you’ll like it.”

He senses the incoming argument and before you can let a word out he quickly follows up with: “And if you don’t, I’ll clean the chocobo stables for a week.”

A week is a very long time, so you relented. You hadn’t had a drop of alcohol yet but Cid already finished his first cup, showing no signs of stopping yet.

He watches your face contort at the debauchery before you, sarcasm evident in his voice. “The pride and joy of the Royal Waloeder Army, ladies and gentlemen.”

You watch a soldier fall flat on his ass, the surrounding tables barking in laughter. “That’s a stretch.”

He puts his cup down to look at you. “They’ve had a long day, how else to blow off some steam?”

“I’m not blaming them, far from it actually, it’s just…”

You search for the words, scanning the room full of people. “...this is not my idea of relaxation.”

“And what is?”

“Not this, that’s for sure.”

A hand falls to your shoulder, shaking you a bit. “Like I said, you need to loosen up. I didn’t invite you just for the hell of it.”

The confusion on your face is evident. “Why did you invite me then?”

He takes another swig before replying. “You’re too stiff. You work yourself to exhaustion every day and expect it not to catch up with you. Insomnia, I take it?”

You eye him suspiciously. He takes your silence as an invitation to continue. “I’ve heard the soldiers gossip about you entering the training rooms late at night. And the bags under your eyes are telling.”

“And you invited me here to watch over me. What was your plan, hope the atmosphere and alcohol would tire me out?” You finish, settling further into the seats.

“You know me so well.”

“Well I appreciate the sentiment,” you sigh, staring at the ceiling. “But I don’t need your help.”

The thud of metal on wood, Cid lowers his cup as he speaks. “If there’s anything you learn from this old sack of bones, it’s that life cannot be all work, you’ll send yourself into an early grave like that.”

He waves a young girl over, drops a couple Gil in her hands and has her return with a full cup of ale. He pushes the cup towards you expectantly.

“Drink, it’s on me. I can’t stand the sight of my right hand ready to keel over at a moment's notice.”

The amber liquid stares back at you accusatory. He’s right, you’ve been having trouble sleeping as of late, throwing yourself into training until your mind can no longer distract you and your body is forced to succumb to sleep. A symptom of your occupation, and based on the somber note in his tone, one he is all too familiar with.

Your fingers curl around the handle. “I didn’t know you paid that close attention to me.”

“And why wouldn’t I?”

There’s a silent question hanging in the air, one you’d rather not acknowledge sober. Instead of answering, you put your lips to the cup and drink. The liquid burns on the way down, and you force yourself to swallow, the sound of his laughter ringing in your ears as you gag. “I take it you’re not a drinker then.” He chuckles, watching as you recover from the sharp taste. “And you’ve been drinking that all night?!” You exclaim, interrupting yourself with a cough. “It’s an acquired taste.”

(That same “acquired taste” left you dizzy after a pint, prompting Cid to carry you back to your chambers, much to your disdain. While the hangover was awful, the sight of Waloed’s Lord Commander working the stables was worth the pain.)

“Do you believe in fate?” You two were surrounded by miles of forest, the small campfire in front of you being your only source of light in the dark. A successfully completed mission meant that you two could afford to relax a bit after days of travel and battle, but it also meant you had to deal with the aftermath. It was a particularly hard mission as well, aches in places you weren’t even aware existed. Currently nursing a busted lip and several bruises that are sure to darken by dawn, your mood is less than friendly at the moment. “I swear Cid, if this is another one of your awful jokes I am not in the mood—” “It’s not like that, I’m serious,” He chuckles, repeating himself. “Do you believe in fate?” You look at him quizzically, eyebrows raised. “Surprisingly philosophical of you Cidolfus, what’s brought this on?” “Just answer the bloody question.” He sighs, slightly fed up. “Okay okay! No need to get your panties in a twist,” You sit up slightly, contemplating his question. “It’s tough to say, but I believe that your lot in life is practically impossible to change sometimes. I mean, think of the bearers who are born into a life of servitude just because they can use magic without crystals. Not exactly like they can change that.” He nods in agreement, taking a sip from his canteen. “Spoken like a scholar.” It’s quiet for a moment, and then he breaks the silence. “If that’s the case, do you believe our death is predetermined as well?” His words snap you out of your own thoughts. This is all rather unusual coming from a man who regularly takes life one day at a time. “I’m going to be honest with you Cid, this line of questioning is very concerning,” You say gently, eyeing him up and down. “Is everything alright?” He finds humor in your hesitant tone, but continues otherwise. “No, it’s not. Or rather, this world is not.”

You watch as he speaks, the somber look a far cry from his otherwise dauntless demeanor. “Thousands of men and women die, either on the battlefield or working themselves to death trying to better their lives, and in the end it means nothing.”

He raises his hand, the faintest crackle of electricity in the air making your hair stand on end. “Take me for example. A mercenary blessed by the Mothercrystals, the power of Ramuh at my fingertips and even still I’m a slave to the wheel of fate.”

The violet hue leaves his fingertips just as quickly as it came. “Such is life, I suppose. She’s a cruel mistress.” You don’t miss the creeping of white exposed under his jacket and it makes your heart clench, proof of his burden. “That she is, Cid, that she is.” “What if it didn’t have to be?” Now your attention is grabbed. “What are you trying to say?” “I’m saying,” he leans closer to you, whispering. “What if it didn’t have to be this way? A world where people could be free to die on their own terms, not for the wills of their masters but for themselves?” You have a feeling that you know what he’s implying, but you don’t want to jump to conclusions. “Exactly what do you have in mind, Cid?” A pause, almost like he’s trying to find the words, and then he speaks. “Changing the status quo. A revolution.” Your eyes widen and watch for any signs of jest. They widen further when you find none. “Titan’s tits,” You lean in, voice hushed. “You’re not joking, are you?” He takes another swig from his canteen. “As serious as the sky is blue.” Your eyes dart around, suddenly fearful of any possible prying eyes despite the fact you’re surrounded by nothing but grass and trees.

“What you’re talking about is a crime!” You hiss. “You’d be sent to the gallows for even mentioning the idea, are you insane?”

“Maybe,” he grins, the kind of smile you know is only followed by trouble. “But is it really crazy to want a better life?” “When it results in a one-way trip to the headsman, yes!” He leans back and fishes for a cigar, placing it between his lips and lighting it with a spark from his fingertips. “And yet, I still want to try. Who knows, maybe I am insane.” He finishes with a chuckle. There’s a stillness in the air, the quiet sounds of nature interrupted by Cid exhaling a puff of smoke. “The blight takes more and more of our land each day, thousands of bearers die simply because they were born different, and Dominants are used as weapons and discarded the moment they are no longer useful. Is this the world you want to live in?” Cidolfus is a smart man, an idealist in the best kind of way; The kind of way that could get him killed. He’s as stubborn as he is intelligent, and you can’t help but admire him for it. If it was anyone else you’d call them a hack, but it’s Cid, if there ever was a person who could change the world, it would be him. You reach out, placing your hand over his own, the smallest gesture of comfort. “You’ve made up your mind, haven’t you? You’re going to leave.” It wasn’t a question. He nods in response. “I am.” Just thinking about it sends a jolt of despair through you. “If you do, you'll be hunted until the day you die. You’d be fighting for something that isn’t even guaranteed—” “And what’s the other option?” He interrupts. “Sitting and waiting for a peace that will never come?” He shakes his head defiantly. “I’ve seen what this world has to offer, and I’m tired of it. And if I have to give my life so that others can die for themselves, I’m willing to take that risk.” He says between another exhale. Your fingers rack through your hair, not quite able to process all that’s happened. “Who else knows about this little plan of yours?” The solemn look he gives tells you all. “Just you. I trust you, and I want you by my side.” You don’t think you’ve ever seen Cid this vulnerable, a man known to be the picture of confidence now sits before you uncertain. He waits for your response with baited breath. You’d be the first to admit that he’s right, about everything, but to become a deserter…it scares you. More than you care to admit. “Cid, this is far, far too much to ask of me,” You speak, voice wavering. “We’re friends unto the grave, but not if you’re purposely trying to dig it…”

That practiced cold exterior is crumbling, revealing the scared women you’ve tried to hide all these years. Cid can see the fear written on your face, and holds your hand in his, bringing it towards him. His touch brings you back to reality, but you can still feel your heart pounding in your chest. “I know that I’m asking a lot.” He runs a gloved thumb against your skin. “Know that if you decline I won’t think any less of you. But I’m hoping you’ll understand.” Your breath is stuck in your chest, caught between two choices. You could either report Cid, reveal his plans to the king and sentence him to a punishment you couldn’t even begin to imagine, or you could leave with him in search of that better life he dreamed of, assuming it does exist. That scared little girl, who spent days on the road with no one to help her and only the little coin in her pocket, who butchered men to fill her stomach, what would she have said? If she had the opportunity, would she have taken fate into her own hands? The answer was obvious, but it didn’t make it any easier to say. As your answer leaves your lips, his eyes light up with a joy you’re almost certain could put the Mothercrystals to shame. “Well, I did swear an oath to die by your side. I suppose this will do as well.”

By some bloody miracle it worked. Perhaps not as Cid said it would, but through no little effort you two officially became deserters of the Royal Waloeder Army.

You traveled by his side, freeing bearers across the far-flung corners of Valisthea. It was hard in the beginning, finding people to recruit to the cause. At first they were confused, mistaking you for bandits until you explained that you were, in fact, here to free them. Many thought Cid was a mad man, and to some extent you did too, but that didn’t stop him, if anything it only fueled his desire for success.

Every person freed was a step forward, no matter how small a step it may have been. One volunteer turned into two, which turned into four, and so on and so forth until you two had managed to garner yourself a small company of those you had helped one way or another. Some were bearers, and some just needed a fresh start, but all of them needed a home and that’s what you specialized in. Soon enough it became evident that a base of operations was needed. The location was Cid’s idea of course, right in the heart of the Deadlands, where no one would go searching for a couple of missing bearers. Inside a large fallen ruin was the beginnings of something grand, and as more and more of the exploited populated the area, the residents gave it a name; The Hideaway. A private sanctuary for bearers to live their lives as they see fit, and just like your old army days Cid led the charge, with you as his second-in-command. It wasn’t easy, and it certainly wasn’t honest work, but it felt good. After every grueling rescue mission, when the stench of blood and dirt settled, you could watch the faces of the newly liberated light up with joy and it made your efforts worth it. And when you two were done, a drink would be shared in celebration of a job well done. The slam of your cup against the table is barely heard over the sounds of merriment in the bar, Martha works tirelessly behind the counter on everyone’s orders, the bar packed with old friends and new ones alike. You sit with Cid in one of the quieter corners of the tavern, swaying to the sounds of cheering and song. A familiar dizziness washes over you. “I think that’s enough for me tonight.” you say, placing your glass down.

He chuckles softly beside you, his cup nearly finished. “All these years and you still can’t hold your ale?” “As opposed to you,” You giggle, feeling just the slightest bit more bold. “You drink like a fish!” Not quite drunk, but not sober either. Your head feels just the slightest bit heavy and before you know it you’re fully slumped onto Cid’s shoulder. A dopey grin is painted on your face, either from the alcohol or being this close, you can’t quite tell. He smells of metal and smoke, a constant reminder of his vice. Gods, he’s so fucking warm.

“Enjoying yourself down there?” He teases. His arm snakes around your waist to keep you upright, your body lighting aflame with just a touch. “Mmmm,” you purr, pushing yourself further into his side. “Gimme a couple more minutes like this and I’ll tell you.” He laughs at that, amused at how completely relaxed you are. “You certainly look the part.” Everything is so nice, so freeing. Everything melts away until it’s just you and Cid, and nothing else. Cid finally places his glass to the table, eyeing you up and down for a moment. His gaze softens at your form, focused on you and you alone. You bite your lip, attempting and failing to suppress a smile. “What are you looking at?” He returns the gesture, giving you a pointed look. “I’m looking at you, dear.” The nickname never ceases to fluster you, but something about the way he says it now has you rooted in place, intimate in a way you haven’t heard from him before. You hope you’re blessed to hear it again.

Before you know it he’s holding your chin between two fingers, raising your head to look up at him. Were his eyes always this inviting? You can’t seem to pull yourself away. You’re not sure if you want to. His thumb brushes the skin of your cheek and you tilt your head into the gesture, as if to ask for more. He lets out a shaky breath in response. Leaning in, closer and closer. His lips look so nice. You wonder if they feel as good as they look. “You…” He whispers, closes his eyes before stopping whatever thought he had with a shake of his head. “You’re drunk. Let’s get you home.”

As if awoken from a spell, your senses return to you. “‘M not drunk.” “A blind man could tell that you’re plastered.” He muses. “I’m a grown woman!” You whine in defiance. “Do I look like I need a bloody babysitter—!” Cid drops a bag of gil on the table and your view is suddenly much higher than before. On further inspection you’re in someone’s arms. Cid’s arms.

“You can get angry at me in the morning.” He grins, before stepping outside. Any protest you had dies on your tongue as he carries you out of the tavern and into the nearest inn.

It’s been a week since that night, and your mind still recalls how gently he raised you in his arms. Restless, you close your eyes at night and without fail, your thoughts wander to him.

Visions of skin on skin, hands touching where they shouldn’t, kisses that steal your breath and your sanity all at once—

You cannot live like this. It’s why you quickly left your room and made your way to the practice dummies as a hopeful distraction.

It helps a little bit, but just barely. The stone walls and empty air help clear your mind for a moment, until that peace is interrupted.

“Thought you kicked this bad habit ages ago.” You whip around, poised to strike. The motion is quickly stopped by a hand on your wrist, followed by another at your shoulder. “Calm down my dear, it’s just me.” A familiar deep voice rumbles beside your ear. “Surprised it took you this long to notice, getting sloppy are we?” You want to reply, but his chest against your back turns your tongue into lead. You tilt your head back to find Cid looking rather amused. “What are you doing here?” You muster, eyes locking onto him. He gives you a charming smile in return.

“Gav mentioned he heard someone in the training rooms, thought I would check it out.” He purrs beside you. “Didn’t expect to find you here though. Still having trouble sleeping?”

Your body relaxes, but Cid still holds you close. Uncertain if you should pull away, but he makes no move to do so and neither do you. “I thought everyone would be asleep by now…” You trail off, acutely aware of how his thumb rubs circles against the exposed skin of your shoulder. He shakes his head. “Couldn’t sleep either. Was hoping to tire myself out on the dummy, but since you’re here now…”

A devious grin stretches across his face. “Suppose you could help me?” You nod wordlessly, missing the heat of his body as he walks away from you. He gestures towards you. “After you, my dear.”

You hold your hands in front of you, rolling your eyes as you take a step forward. “Such a gentleman.” A subtle smile passes between you two and you begin, falling into a familiar rhythm. Foot forward, hands at your front, just like you were taught.

You two often sparred as part of your training, but there was something different this time, a lingering tension that filled the air.

Maybe it was the setting, closed off from the rest of the world, where it was just you and him in a confined space.

Maybe it was the adrenaline, your heart beating in time to the movement of your fists.

Maybe it was the flashbacks of your less-than-appropriate dreams that plagued you with each jab. Or maybe it was the way he stared at you like a beast with each move.

It’s all training of course but his hungry gaze, his jab at your awareness before, it all makes you feel like you’re back in that throne room again trying to prove your worth. As you dodge another blow his smile widens and in turn, so does yours, a dance of fists between two opponents.

Eventually you get the upper hand and wrestle him to the ground, your full body weight against his.

The image of Cid below you is alluring. Hair disheveled, chest heaving, docile beneath your own body as your hands pin him to the floor. “Who’s getting sloppy now? Perhaps your age is catching up to you.” You tease him.

“Ah, you never cease to amaze me.” He grins below you, not making any attempt to release himself from your hold. “Seems like you’ve defeated me this time.”

“Why doesn’t it feel like I did?” You huff in response. You can feel his wrists beneath your palm, relaxed and pliant. You give them a squeeze and his smile widens. “Who knows? Maybe I just wanted to look at you.”

You force yourself to ignore how deep his voice gets as he speaks.

Not one to back down from a challenge you reply. “Gaze as long as you wish, I don’t mind.”

A grunt, and suddenly your grip on his arms is pried apart. He surges forward, his newly freed arms snaking around your torso, bringing you even further onto his lap. The smile on his face is impish. “What was the first rule I ever taught you in battle?” “Never let your guard down.” You recite. But you always seem to do so around him.

He nods, pleased with your answer. “That’s twice now i’ve caught you by surprise tonight, mind telling me what’s gotten you so distracted as of late?” You do. You with your stupid jokes and pretty eyes and your smooth voice— “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He raises an eyebrow. “I think we both know that’s a lie.”

You try to wiggle out of his hold with no avail. If anything the attempt only amuses him even further. He hums, his free arm tapping against his chin as if he’s thinking. “You won’t mind if I wager a guess, would you?” You’re already trapped, it’s not like you could stop him anyway. “Ask away.” “It wouldn’t happen to be about me, would it?” Oh, so this is what death feels like. Cid laughs upon witnessing your wide eyes, the sound echoing in your ears. “Well now, that seems to be one mystery solved.”

You want to deny it, but every attempt is met with only half-finished sentences and incoherent words. “I—I mean, that’s not exactly—”

He watches you from lidded eyes, a fond smile on his face. A finger against your lips silences you, trailing down, down, down, until you can feel his hand against the side of your neck, caressing. “You’re pretty when you’re embarrassed.” Your brain turns to mush. You turn your eyes away but his hand gently brings you back towards him, thumb reaching out to draw circles against your cheek.

“I never took you to be the shy kind,” he says, holding you in place. “Come now, look at me.”

You chance a glance at him, expecting some sort of mockery but you’re met with a gaze full of adoration.

“There she is,” he breathes. “Pretty girl like you shouldn’t need to hide herself.” You lay your hands flat against his chest, his heart beating faintly underneath it. “Do you mean that?” A nod. “Every word.” There was a growing heat pooling inside you. “If this is some kind of joke—” “About you?” He says, leaning forward. “I’d never dare.”

The atmosphere suddenly intensifies, nearly suffocating. He looks at you with those moss green eyes and it all makes sense now. He planned this. This meeting was not an accident. You feel like an idiot.

“How long?” You ask, settling into his arms.

Chest to chest, you can feel the soft rumble of his voice move through you. He hesitates for a moment, staring at your lips before they return to your face. “I want to be modest, but I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t want you since the moment I saw you.”

He noses at your cheek, just barely brushing at your face. You chase the feeling of his stubble, closer and closer, the faint smell of nicotine filling your nose with each breath.

The tension that had once been playful had evolved into something undeniable, something that demanded exploration. Uncertainty crackles in the air, weighs heavy on your chest the longer the two of you wait.

An impasse. An invitation. You let out a shaky breath, unaware that you were holding it. “Fucking hell Cid—” “Gods,” He growls, hands splayed possessively against your back. “Say my name again, just like that—”

So you do, his eyes darkening when your hand rests on his exposed chest. You’re not quite sure who moved in first, but in that moment you found out what his lips felt like against yours and you wondered how you had lived with anything less up until that point. The unrestrained drag of his lips against your own remind you of the very same levin he commands on the battlefield; Calculated and forceful, unyielding in its ability to bring you apart. The glide of his hands at your sides serve to put you back together again with a practiced ease.

A rush of emotions grips you tight, taut. A sense of longing, followed by an increasing want, a need to be closer than you’ve ever been with another man. You feel yourself coming undone in his embrace, every touch leaving you aching for more, greed seeping from your very being. “Cid—” You beg, holding onto the front of his shirt like a lifeline. Any other time you’d laugh at yourself for your desperation but right now you can’t bring yourself to care. His timbre echoes between your bodies, breathless as he mumbles against you. “I know darling, I know,” He gasps, pushing you impossibly close, his lips buried against your neck. “But not here, you can make it back to my quarters can’t you?” You nearly tell him no, that you’ll die if you don’t feel his touch right this moment, but what little sense you have left lets you nod your head as he drags you back to his room hurriedly, neither of you giving care towards being subtle in the slightest. The moment you walk through the entrance of his bedchambers he doesn’t hesitate to press himself behind you, keeping you in place with a hand around your front. An airy laugh escapes you, his lips burning a trail against your exposed skin as he turns you around, pushing you against the nearest wall roughly. “What’s so funny?” He mumbles, slotting his pelvis against yours. His hands continue to explore your body excitedly, never stopping. “Liked you too, Cid—” A moan leaves your lips, hips grinding against each other. “Liked you, for a while—could’ve been doing this the whole time.” “I figured—thought you were too pretty for me,” He whispers against your lips. “Didn’t think you’d want someone like me—” You scoff. “Me? Too pretty for you?” Your hands cradle his face, foreheads touching. “You’re an idiot.” He cocks his head to the side, eyes full of tenderness. “I’m your idiot.”

It’s sweet, far too sweet for your current position. The words pierce your heart with striking accuracy. My idiot indeed. In this moment of serenity you stare up at him, doe-eyed, saccharine. “Do you want to know a secret?” His hands are firm against your hips, lightly squeezing. “By all means, do tell.” You gently turn his head, whispering coyly into his ear. “If you had asked, I would’ve let you fuck me the first day we met.” A range of emotions flash across his face. You think it’s the first time you’ve seen Cid so awestruck. It’s also the first time you’ve seen him so hungry. “By the Gods—” He growls, his hands moving again with renewed vigor. “You’ll kill me woman, you know that? Can’t tell me shit like that or I’ll go mad—”

You feel it, the shift in the air, the way Cid pulls you flush against him and grinds himself against your thigh, a promise of things to come.

“I mean it,” You gasp, tugging his shirt away from his body. “Would let you take me on his majesty’s throne if you wished it.” “Fucking hell woman—” Everything moves by in a blur, a mess of lost clothes and lost sanity. You’re not quite sure when you ended up on the bed, but far be it from you to complain.

He stands above you, a man possessed. You lie beneath him, equally as desperate. It’s unlike your years before, chancing glances at Cid during training in hopes he didn’t see. No, It’s here you can fully appreciate him in all his glory, a stature refined from years of combat, the occasional faded lines from various encounters that only enhance his natural beauty. Spots of white creep up his forearm, a sight he tries to hide behind his back before you grab his wrist, hold him there and watch his eyes soften when you trace invisible shapes into the marbled skin.

There’s a look shared between you and he understands, doesn’t resist when your fingers move higher until they meet the separation between skin and stone.

“Have I ever told you you’re beautiful?”

He chuckles at that, deep and whimsical. “You could stand to say it more.”

He sucks in a breath as your hands reach to trace his abs, the hard plane of muscles rippling under your touch.

He grabs your wandering hands, keeping it still as he speaks. “Why, see something you like?”

You nod, your nails lightly scratching at his skin to incite the most beautiful reaction from him, eyes fluttering shut. “I do.”

You ogle him shamelessly, as he does to you. You don’t miss how his eyes are glued to your legs. “Been waiting for this for a long time,” His palms gently run against your thighs. “Be good and let me see you.” Your legs open under his guidance, a sinful noise spilling from his lips. His eyes never leave your body for a second, as if memorizing every dip and fold before he comes closer, moves in until you can feel his breath fanning across your skin. You feel exposed under his gaze, moving to close your legs before a hand stops them, stern looking at you with disappointment. “No need to be shy, I’ll take good care of you.” A kiss to your inner thigh has you breathing just that bit heavier. “Let me do all the work, yeah? Just lay back and enjoy yourself.” He finishes with a wink before removing your underwear, fully exposing you to his watchful eyes. Laid bare, vulnerable, he groans at the sight of you spread open for him, and only him. Reverence in his embrace, he holds you firmly as he speaks, sings praise between your legs before he’s even had a taste.

“Better than I could have imagined,” He groans, hands splayed possessively on your legs. “Could stay here for the rest of my life, just like this—”

The bed dips under his weight, tracing his fingers everywhere except where you need them.

He takes his time, admiring the mess you’ve made of yourself with bated breath. Teeth nibble at the soft flesh of your thighs, your squirming body held in place as he leaves his mark upon them, gazing at the reddening skin in fondness before repeating the cycle all over again. He pays no heed to the slick that slowly flows from you, nor does he when you try to push him closer, begging for more. Your hand finds his dark locks, attempts to pull him closer only to be swatted away, a particularly harsh bite leaving you whimpering as he speaks.

“I know she’s needy, I know,” he coos, kissing away the pain before moving back to his torturous cycle. “I can see her twitch, just waiting for me to fuck her.”

Confusion, followed by a realization that sends you reeling when his hand splays right against your pubic bone. He’s talking to your pussy.

He doesn’t stop, a single finger reaching to play with the wetness that’s already leaking from your understimulated cunt. “Look at her, barely even touched and she’s crying out for me—“

He taps lightly at your mound, laughing as your hips rise involuntarily. You glare at him, a mix of frustration and want before he finally pulls you towards his face.

“Alright, enough of that,” he breathes. “Let me finally have a taste.”

Only when you’re fit to burst does he indulge you, placing his lips against your sex. Hot and wet, his tongue laps at you, your body relaxing into the sheets as he drinks from you like a man parched. The languid pace he takes feels like heaven, mind-numbing in all the best ways. Toes curl, your voice growing more and more high pitched as he works miracles between your legs, his own grunts joining in as he savors your taste.

“You look good like this,” he chokes, forcing his thick tongue into your weeping hole as you shake. “Taste even better.”

You bring your head from the sheets to look at him between your legs and the sight could’ve had you coming undone right then and there. Both thighs firmly in his grasp, Cid moves against your cunt with a practiced ease, making no attempt to hide just how much he’s enjoying your taste. Verdant eyes darkening, you watch as his thoughts seep out of him, filled with a drive to bring you to pleasure, instinctual and mindless, wanting nothing more than to witness you fall apart under him. Your lust-addled brain can barely decipher his muttered words, singing your praises against the warm embrace of your sex.

“So good, fucking delicious,” A hand presses below your stomach, keeping you still as his mouth moves faster and faster. “A meal all to myself—“

Your head falls against the sheets once more, arching into his touch, legs gaining that telltale tremble that signals your end. Without warning he stops, sits back on his haunches and before you can protest you’re pulled further down into the bed, legs dangling on his muscled shoulders. A noise of shock escapes you, followed by a high-pitched cry as Cid absolutely buries his face against your pussy, giving little care to the mess he makes against your thighs. You can feel him smiling as he does so, not looking away from your shaking form for a second.

Your fingers snake through his hair, tugging at the dark strands to bring him closer, an action he makes no attempt to stop. The drag of his stubble leaves your thighs raw, the slight burn both comforting and torturous as he sucks your clit.

The way he goes at you almost hurts, legs pushing away uselessly against the strength of a Dominant, a choked-off laugh escaping him before he returns to his ministrations. His name becomes a personal mantra, the only thing you can say when faced with such insurmountable bliss.

“Cid, Cid, Cid—“

“Mm, I know love, I know, fuck—“

He shushes you, soothes your aching pussy with a kiss, goes back to lapping at your heat and starts the cycle all over again.

The filthy sounds of his tongue against your slick fill the room, a long finger curling inside you, followed by another that makes your vision blur and your back arch. Ecstasy flows through your body, a sensation that has you falling apart, succumbing to Cid’s talented mouth. You can’t help the whines that leave you, nor can you stop your legs closing around his head.

He seems to enjoy it though, moving even more enthusiastically—as if the pressure encourages him. “Lemme hear you love—let me hear how pretty you sound when you come.”

Your orgasm ripples through you, leaving you limp against the sheets. He doesn’t stop the abuse for a second, wringing every last bit of pleasure he can greedily. Locked in a vicious cycle, every moan of his name forcing his fingers deeper and deeper until you’re forced to beg for a reprieve, whimpering for a mercy that doesn’t come. He laps at your wetness, only stopping when he’s satisfied you’re a trembling mess.

Dazed and lethargic, you mutter under your breath, trying to recover from the mind blowing orgasm you just had. You chance a glance between your shaking legs and there lies Cid, looking far too much like the cat that ate the cream.

Red faced and heaving, he wipes any remaining juices from his face, locking eyes with you as he licks your essence from his fingers. A growl escapes him as he messily laps at his fingers, taking no care in being civil. “Knew you’d taste heavenly dear.”

Words fail you, following the movement of his mouth as he finishes with a groan. He laughs at your reaction, a gravelly sort of noise before crawling on top of your weakened body.

Full of fire and passion, he attacks your senses, the taste of yourself on his tongue, the welcome feeling of his hands against your body, the drag of his clothed cock against your drenched pussy—

It’s too much, it’s all too fucking much, and you need more.

You separate yourself with a gasp, tugging at his underwear impatiently. “Off, now.”

He does so wordlessly, freeing himself. His cock stands at attention, twitching, waiting, flushed a pretty pink as he sits back and slaps it against your folds, a salacious grin at his lips. “This what you wanted, right?”

The words rattle in your head, every memory you have of Cid flashing before your eyes.

Your answer is hastily whispered between kiss-bruised lips—Yes, please—before Cid descends on you once again.

You pull him closer, a leg at his side as you grind yourself against his naked form, a shudder escaping the both of you when the head of his cock just barely catches at your entrance. The air rings heavy with anticipation but he still finds the time to hold you close, bite at the skin of your neck and hiss when your nails scratch at his back. “Impatient little thing aren’t you?” He huffs, but his hips move enthusiastically against yours, so close and yet so far. Your pathetic whines hit his ears, a sick satisfaction blooming in his chest when you pull him close.

“Cid, please, just fuck me already.” you mewl.

“I don’t know dear,” He pulls away to tease your entrance, the flared tip catching at your overstimulated clit in a way that makes your breath hitch. “You haven’t exactly shown me you deserve it.”

Another thrust of his hips and you swear you see stars.

He whispers against your skin. “Ask nicely and I’ll give you what you want.”

It’s painful how much he teases you, and yet you wouldn’t dare ask him to stop. “Please, Cid—“

Another sharp press of his cock against you. “You’ll have to try harder than that. Makes me think you don’t want it.”

You cry out in frustration. “I need you to fuck me, need you to fill me up, please—I fucking need you.“

He grins, satisfied with your answer. “There now, was that so hard?”

You move to reply but any thought you have is left unfinished when he finally gives you what you’ve been craving, that increasingly fullness that has your words die in your throat. Inch by tantalizing inch, he sheathes himself into your heat, grunting as he does so. When he bottoms out you cry, hands reaching to grab at his arms, his back, anywhere they can reach in hopes that it can somehow steady you from just how good he fucking feels. He responds in kind, head bowed, leaning on his forearms to cage you in and take your wandering hands in his own.

A moment passes, but it feels like eons. He looks at you like you’re the sun, as if your radiance threatens to consume his very being.

“You should see yourself right now,” He presses his lips against your neck. “It’s hard to keep myself in control when you feel this fucking good—”

As if on queue your pussy hugs him, the sensation of you squeezing around him forcing a moan to pass his lips.

You shake your head. “Don’t—wouldn’t want you to—” “Filthy mouth on you,” he grunts, kissing at your face, your lips, anywhere he can reach. Breathless, it becomes harder and harder to think as his hips shallowly press against yours, the slow drag of his cock driving you insane.

A cheeky smile graces your features. “Perhaps you should shut me up then—” You’re interrupted by a hard thrust, and whatever you were going to say next is replaced with a wail. “Not when you sound like that.” He growls.

Another hard thrust has you fully arched from the bed, followed by another, more and more. Cid holds your squirming body with both hands and with only a single nod as a warning, grips you firmly as he fucks you with abandon.

There is little restraint in his actions, brow furrowed together in concentration. He uses you like his personal toy, watches in delight as your face contorts with pleasure, encourages you further when your pussy leaves a ring of white around his cock.

“Shameless aren’t you?” He says, his own breathing ragged. “Look at you, spread open for me.”

You can only moan in response, far too lost in your own world to truly respond. Even thinking feels like too much effort.

A choked noise leaves him at the sight of your cock-drunk expression, nearly sending him over the edge. Your legs grow tired and fall to his hips, pulling him even closer as if on instinct, mindless ramblings of his name followed by pleas.

“More, more—“

“Greedy fuckin’ thing ain’t you?” He rasps, but your blissed out sight is enough to have him pressing you into the mattress until the bedframe begins to creak. He’s lost in the feeling of your slick walls hugging at his cock, the urge to possess you taking over. You’re breathless, unable to mutter a single word that isn’t his name or a broken attempt at speech.

You’re the first one to feel a jolt of euphoria, white-hot as it licks up your spine, followed by an uncontrollable quake in your thighs. Tears brim your eyes, unable to tell him but Cid knows, pressing his thumb against your hard nub.

“That’s it, there you go,” he hisses between clenched teeth, talking you through another earth-shattering orgasm. “Don’t hold back, show me how good it feels darling—“

You sob, coming for the second time that night. Your voice gets the highest it’s been, so engulfed in pleasure it blinds you. He fucks you through it all, you try to push away but he pulls your weakened body back towards him with a heavy hand.

“Oh no, you get back here, we’re not done.” He growls. Wrists captured, he continues his assault on your senses once more, this time with no chance of escape.

His own body shakes with the weight of exhaustion but he doesn’t, no, won’t acknowledge it. Not when you’re so pretty lying below him, not when your pussy is so inviting, stuffed so full that he can feel his outline when a hand reaches to press at your navel.

When your eyes glaze over he takes you by the chin, waking you from your lust-based stupor.

“Come on darling, keep those eyes on me,” he says, thrusting slowly into your warmth. You nod your head weakly, too gone to speak.

“That’s my girl,” he says, pausing to sit back on his haunches. He enjoys the sight of you limp before speaking again. “I’m gonna be a little rough darling, but you can take it can’t you?”

Your eyes rolling back, a chorus of no, I can’t spills from your lips before Cid takes your face with both hands.

“Yes you can,” he mumbles at your bruised lips. “I know you can take me pretty girl, I know it.”

He smoothes over your hair, kisses your tears away, gives you a moment of reprieve after what felt like hours.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” he exhales, letting his thumb stroke your cheek ever so gently. “I’ll make you feel good, promise.”

You’re distracted by his gentle words, a noise of surprise escaping you when he begins to bear down on you, this time with more ferocity.

You’re both obscenely loud, neither of you giving a damn if you get complaints the next morning.

His hips slap against yours, the result of years of pent-up tension echoing off the walls. His lips attach to yours, swallowing every noise you make greedily, barely parting for air before assaulting them yet again.

His presence is suffocating, his entire weight forcing you further and further into the sheets. Your body aches with exhaustion, and even your voice has gone hoarse with how much you’ve sang his praise between the four walls of his bedchambers. Carnal, frantic you can feel the need in every movement, how his cock throbs inside you, the beginnings of another orgasm creeping up on you. You’re both shaky, head pressed into your shoulder whispering both filth and reverence under his breath.

“Gods, your pussy is divine—“

“I can’t believe I’ve gone this long without it—“

“Might have to fill you up and make you mine.”

That last sentence makes your toes curl, your cunt throbbing at the thought. An achingly slow grind of his hips, he slows down just enough to let you speak.

“That excited you huh?” He husks. “Want me to come in this pretty little pussy?”

Your answer is a moan, nodding your head as you hold the sheets between shaky fingers.

“Okay then, say it,” he murmurs into your skin, resuming his brutal pace. “Say you want me to come in you, say you want me to make a mess of you—“

Sweat drips from his brow. He’s so close you can see it in his eyes, feel it in the way his hips slowly stutter and start again, if only to draw your pleasure just that bit longer.

You stare back at him, voice quivering. “Yes, yes, please—come in me Cid.“

Your words give him the permission he needs, his body curling over yours. “Fuck, fucking hell—“ he cries your name, a searing warmth filling you as he cums, the action making your legs shake once again as another orgasm catches you by surprise.

He collapses at your side, exhaustion finally taking hold. You feel your legs shake once again, staring into his verdant green eyes. You can see the love that shines through them, and it’s evident that your bond is something beyond just physical, something that puts the word “love” to shame. He is yours, and you are his.

There’s a long stretch of time where it’s just you and him, basking in each other’s warmth. Chest to chest, skin sticky with sweat where you simply exist.

It’s calm. You could get used to this.

A breath escapes you with a smile. “This whole time.”

You feel Cid smile into your shoulder in turn. “This whole time.”

Another silence.

“Cid?” You ask.

He turns to look at you, a smile on his face. “Yes darling?”

“I can’t feel my fucking legs.”

His laughter is infectious, turning to watch as you give him a pointed look that eventually turns into your own giggle fit.

Cid attempts to sympathize with a half-hearted kiss to your shoulder. “If it’s any consolation, I can’t feel mine either.”

[jellyleggz]

1:47 AM | han jisung

genre: crush au, very 18+ suggestive, crush! han jisung x fem! reader

warning(s): very very suggestive! smut adjacent, reader is shy yet horny, allusion to cunninglingus and fingering, pet names (princess, baby)

word count: 622

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It’s the way that he pushes you on his bed that throbs your core. It’s the way that his lips tenderly kissing your hair and slowly inching their way to your neck. It’s the way that you forbid yourself from getting a taste of Han Jisung yet his charms have some power over you like voodoo magic.

Denial is such a beautiful thing. Every girl on campus has this massive La La Land crush on him. By every girl that also includes you. But no one has to know. You’ve reiterated many times to people how Jisung is not your cup of tea and how you have a different type. Lying could only get you so far and unfortunately, the young man can see through your bullshit.

Now, he’s on top of you. You don’t even remember how you ended up in his place. Blurry in-between details you can’t recall were buried somewhere random in your brain. All you can recall now is the way his hands feel on your skin… and his lips. How you desperately want to feel them on yours.

“Is there something in your mind princess? Would you like to stop?” He stops his kisses to look at you with his pretty eyes. Fuck. You can feel yourself get wetter by the second. He’s such a gentleman. Discreetly, you squeeze your thighs together, hoping to get some friction. Though you try to be subtle with your neediness, Jisung is able to see through you. He looks down on your lap and smirks to himself. Augh goddamnit.

“I-I- Ji- I really want to kiss you,”

His eyes widen and his smirk was replaced with a smile you could melt into. “Why didn’t you say so in the first place baby?”

You stumble upon your words again. “I was-was shy… I don’t. I just didn’t know how to say it.” Now you were really embarrassed. You tilt your head down while looking away from his handsome face. Way to go! He probably thinks you’re a loser now.

Once again he kisses the strands of your hair before tilting up your chin to face him. “Y/N. You can tell me anything that you would like to do,” he whispers, “anything you don’t want to do. Anything princess. You can trust me.”

Such a sweet guy. His words brought butterflies to your stomach. You sit on his lap and you bring your lips close to his. “I really want to kiss you.” You say such words with such assertiveness that he didn’t even hesitate to fulfill your request.

He started out slow and gentle. His soft lips were heaven sent. Yet as heavenly as they were, those devious lips hunger for more. Passion simmers the yearning you have for both of each other, leading for tongues to fight for dominance. You moan as he bit your bottom lip. He tastes like intoxicating wine and you tasted like candy that he will always want to savor.

Both of you pulled away from each other to catch air. By now you know your panties are soaked to the brim. Jisung smiles at you and you marvel at his swollen lips with some red lipstick.

“Wow. You’re amazing,” he says as he kisses your knuckles.

You give him a chase kiss on the cheeks. “No you’re amazing Ji.”

Now it was his turn to be flustered. “Oh hush you.” Red was spreading throughout his cheeks.

You giggle at his reaction before asking, “You know what would be more amazing?”

“Hmm?”

“You eating out my pussy you made so wet.”

His smirk returns once again. “That does sound amazing,” he sighs as his deft fingers make their way under your skirt and between your thighs.

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A/N: WOAH!!! This is the first time I’ve written anything relatively spicy and so I hope you enjoy! Please don’t hesitate to leave any comments on how I can improve my writing!