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[mostly-imagines]

Guard Dog vol.I

jason todd x fem!reader

aka don’t fuck with jason’s girlfriend

4 in 1 blurbs

vol. II

warnings: mildly creepy guys, standard protective bf methods

Jason’s good at shutting people up very quickly. You’d almost call it a talent.

He shuts you up with a kiss when you get stuck in a rant, or with a hug to calm your worried rambles.

And when you’re in an incorrigibly teasing mood, he’ll throw you over his shoulder and carry you back to your bedroom to really shut you up.

With other people though, he has…different methods.

You sit atop your kitchen counter, trading lazy kisses in between giggles with your boyfriend. He stands in front of you, hands massaging your thighs as he leans in for another. You happily oblige.

You break off the exchange to lay a series of sweet kisses on that spot under his jaw.

His head tilts back, letting out a groan so low you nearly miss it. “Sweetheart…” he warns.

“Sorry…” you resign with a sheepish smile.

A knock at the door bursts you out of your shared reverie. You press a kiss to his knuckles and hop down to start setting the table.

Jason gets the door, greeting the pizza guy with a nod as you shuffle around the kitchen. The delivery guy hands him a receipt, asking for a signature.

Jason uses the door as a surface to sign, giving the delivery guy an apt view into your apartment, where he sees you getting out plates in the kitchen. More noticeably, he sees you in your boyfriend's shirt, which rides up just a little bit when you stand up on your toes to reach the top cabinet. The lift of the shirt exposes the bottom of your underwear, though it falls back into place again just as quickly.

Now, lucky for this guy, Jason’s facing the door and does not see him checking you out in your own home. Unlucky for this guy, he has wildly misread the vibe of your relationship. Or at least your boyfriend.

“Man, how do you get anything done around here?” He jests.

Jason looks up at him, and the pizza man’s eyes tear away from your legs to meet his hard gaze. It does not take him long to realize his mistake.

“Try again.” Jason behests, arms crossed in front of him.

The pizza boy’s eyes go wide and he shakes his head, stuttering. “I—uh, I said have a good night.”

“Mhm.” He grumbles.

The pizza guy hands Jason the box with shaky hands and scuttles back down the hallway.

Thankfully, you didn’t seem to notice the exchange, but even so, your boyfriend still glowers down the hallway after him.

“Jay?”

His attention snaps back to you, demeanor changing instantly. “Yeah, baby?”

You’re sitting in your usual spot at the table, his chair empty and waiting just around the corner from you.

“Come sit.” You say, with eyes that might as well be hearts.

He gives a reassuring nod and kicks the door shut behind him.

You and Jason are sitting on the floor in his old room at the manor, your legs thrown over his. You lean up against his bed, asking him about posters on the walls and trinkets on the shelves.

His knee is propped up and your arm dangles across it, his hand in yours. He plays with your fingers and periodically leans forward to leave a kiss on them.

You’d just woken up less than an hour ago after spending the night post-gala, and it’s a peaceful, if not unusually quiet morning.

Dick shouts your name from another room, audibly booking it towards you. Yeah. That’s more like what Jason remembers.

He grumbles some annoyances, dropping his head against your intertwined hands.

Dick bursts into the room, clearly incredibly excited.

“What’s up, Dick?” You ask, calm as ever. Jason lets an unseen smile creep up, head still down.

Dick’s practically jumping up and down, “You gotta see the shit that Tim just found in the cave!” His face drops as he directs his gaze to Jason, “You’re not invited.”

“Thank God.”

Dick ignores him and grabs your wrist, yanking you up from the floor. This is one place where he differs from Jason—he’s not always quite so aware of his own strength.

His grip doesn’t hurt really, but it’s firm enough that you imagine there’ll be bruise marks there later.

“Hey.” Jason calls out, nodding his head to where Dick is holding your arm. “Ease up.”

Dick follows his gaze and immediately loosens his hold, apologizing to you before pulling you along once again (this time much more gentle).

You grin at Jason as he tugs you out the door, him returning it with an endeared smile as he watches you go.

Fuck he loves you.

Jason had a decent break from his night job for once, and was happy to let you drag him out to a bar for a little date. You’d been linked at the hip for most of the night, his hands maintaining their ever present home on your waist with yours rested on his thighs as you told him about your hectic day.

He’d usually prefer to stay in bed with you for as long as possible when he gets time off, but you’d looked so excited asking him to go out with you—he never stood a chance.

You look up into the mirror as you wash your hands, a strand of hair falling into your face as you do. You push it back behind your ear and smile to yourself, recalling the several times Jason had wordlessly done the same throughout the night as you rambled.

You make your way back to the bar, smile immediate on your face when you see your boyfriend. It gets replaced rather quickly though, when a man slides in front of you, cutting off your view of him.

“Hey there.”

You have to take a step back because of how close he decided to stand to you. He looks sober (enough) but wildly overconfident in whatevers about to happen.

"Let me buy you a drink, pretty thing."

Jason calls you pretty thing sometimes. It makes the blood rush to your cheeks and an inescapable smile creep up on your lips. When this guy says it, it makes you literally frown.

"Oh no, I'm okay, my—"

"You seem like a dirty martini kinda girl." He expertly ignores you, clearly trying and failing to make some kind of innuendo there.

Jason's sitting back against the bar, watching the interaction carefully. You still can’t see him, but he’s close and you can rest comfortable knowing he’s looking out for you.

With that reassurance, you don’t play this out quite as carefully as you would if you were alone.

"Look, I don't want a drink from you, thanks."

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say to him because his face contorts quickly to mock-disgust that you figure is really just embarrassment.

“Hey, don’t be a bitch just ‘cause—”

You try to sidestep around him, thoroughly done with this interaction, but he grabs your upper arm harshly, pulling you to an abrupt stop.

Jason stands up real quick, yanking the guy backwards by his collar before you can even process what's happening.

Now, you know that Jason is an objectively intimidating guy. There's not many people that will come face to face with that absolute unit of a man and still decide to keep on trying him. However, you tend to forget that when you're so used to your gentle giant that only ever speaks to you kindly and touches you softly.

But his intimidating status becomes very apparent when the guy spins around, looks up at Jason, and immediately takes four steps back. He actually almost bumps into you in the process, not doing anything to tame Jason’s acute distaste for this man.

"Listen to me—back the fuck off before you get hurt."

“She—”

“I don’t give a fuck. Leave.”

The guy hesitates.

“Now.” Jason adjusts his posture to stand at his staggering full height, clearly with no qualms about putting him back in his place.

That does it for him, the man stumbllng away with half-committed mumbles of “whatever” or “something something lame anyway.”

Jason watches him until he walks out the door, before turning back to you.

He delicately takes your upper arm in his hand, pulling your sleeve up to search for bruising. But as harshly as he had grabbed you, it didn’t have the time to cause a bruise before Jason intervened.

“What’d he say to you?” Jason asks, brow furrowed as he inspects your arm.

“Nothing very interesting.” He looks at you mildly.

You smile and comb his hair back from his forehead, “Don’t worry about him. I’m good.”

He lets your arm go, and exchanges it for holding the back of your head, planting a kiss on your forehead.

You take his other hand and guide him back to your seats.

“Besides,” You look over his shoulder and let out a little shocked gasp. “Guess who just walked in.”

He gives you a questioning look before his face slacks, eyes widening in realization.

“No…” And you smile so brightly it almost makes up for what's coming his way.

You redirect your smile over his shoulder and give a wave to the door. Jason swigs down the rest of his drink, hand finding your waist once again.

“Jaybird!”

Jason’s still exhausted from patrol last night but he’d insisted on going with you to the bar to meet your friends. You’d tried to convince him that it was okay to stay in and rest tonight, you’d be fine. But it was a losing battle.

You suspect it has something to do with him not liking when you go out in Gotham at night, especially when you’re drinking.

So he hangs out in the background of the buzz, with you sat in front of him, in between his legs.

You’re talking it up with Roy, who’s been making jokes about how Jason’s “moody ass” tricked you, “the ray of sunshine” into this relationship somehow.

You laugh, taking a sip of your drink. “Right, ‘cause you and Kori were in love at first sight.”

"Oh, fuck off." Roy jeers.

He doesn't say it with the cadence of a joke, but it is.

You know he's joking, he knows he's joking.

Jason, who very well may have been tuned out of the conversation up to that point, does not seem to know he's joking—or he doesn't care.

You don't need to look behind you to know that your boyfriend is in defensive mode, though the look of regret mixed with amusement on Roy's face gives a solid hint.

You hold your hand out to block Jason his path as he moves forward. He lets you stop him, though you're certain he could get past you without so much as blinking, no problem.

"Right. My bad, forgot your guard dog was here. Don't fuck off." Roy backtracks, hands up in front of him.

Jason just rolls his eyes, slouching back down. You reach behind you for his hand, giving it two squeezes. You know he’s tired, so much so that he almost punched his best friend for making a typical joke.

“Five more minutes, okay?” You say softly over your shoulder.

He nods at you blearily, and ducks his head down to rest on your back. You adjust your posture a little bit to make it more comfortable for him and continue on talking, his hand still in yours.

If he hadn’t fallen asleep so quickly, five minutes would’ve been five minutes, but instead it became something more like fifty.

He goes through patches where sleep isn’t always so welcoming, a phase he’s been in for the past couple of weeks. You’d been waking up to find the bed half empty, your boyfriend resigned to doing research on cases in an attempt to at least be productive while he’s awake.

You can’t protect him in the same ways that he protects you—you’re not a fighter or necessarily “intimidating.” But you can protect him like this, in these little ways. Letting him nap on you, making him close the case files and rest with you, holding his hand throughout the night so that when he inevitably has nightmares, he knows immediately that you’re still with him. That he’s safe.

So if he can get some much needed sleep while only costing you a stiff back tomorrow, you’ll happily take that deal as many times as he needs.

vol. II

[taikk0]

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[kaizsche]

Human. It's impossible. THE VAMPIRE DIARIES 2.08 "Rose"

[karikarasuno]

part six | part seven | part eight

you cannot for the life of you find the bag full of clothes for donation anywhere in your garage. you packed it a few months ago and you swore you set it between a stack of boxes by your washer and dryer. you really need to reorganize this place, it's not funny anymore.

you had just put the trash and recycle containers at the end of your driveway for pick up in the morning and with your garage door still open you searched and searched and searched for that damn bag of clothes. but it's a pointless endeavor. you're officially a mess.

"hey," law's voice makes you jump about a thousand feet into the air, a sharp yelp leaving you as you turn to face him. your heart hammers in your chest from the scare and your hand flies to your chest to settle your breathing.

"oh jesus, law, you scared me!" law doesn't laugh like you expect him to. he's not the least bit amused. instead he looks tense. you'd argue even maybe angry. his presence is larger than usual. it's unexpected, so much so that your spine straightens and you shift awkwardly in place.

"is everything okay?" you ask, trepidation settling into your voice. law's shoulders immediately sag. his head falls forward slightly. but he doesn't seem exhausted like he usually does after work. something else is wrong.

"yeah, long day," he answers, taking a single step towards you. his stride is long. he cuts the distance between you almost in half. you involuntarily take a step back. the door to enter the house digs into the space between your shoulder blades since you never closed it earlier. you feel the cool air of your home against the back of your neck.

"did you wanna talk about it?" your question rings a bit hollow. if he wanted to talk you absolutely would, but law doesn't seem like he wants to come in for a cup of tea and some chatting.

"no, not really." the distance divides itself again when one of his steps turns into another. you're frozen when his eyes meet yours. his gaze is intense, hungry. you feel like cornered prey about to be devoured.

"that's okay," you swallow. "i made curry for dinner if you wanted to come in and eat. you're probably hungry."

law is so close now. your head is angling to stare up at him. his expression is stern. determined. his breaths are even, but the rise and fall of his chest is noticeable. heavy.

"thanks, but i don't really have an appetite right now."

"ok," you nod, unable to look away from him. "did you still wanna come in?"

his arm extends over your shoulder and his chest is nearly touching you, but not quite. he smells like freshly cleaned laundry and leather. his cologne is stronger tonight. intoxicating. he presses the button to close the garage door and it starts to shut with it's usual grating noise.

"you need new tracks," he says simply, leaning over so that his nose brushes your temple.

"i know," you whisper meekly. this is so different. the air is thick. so thick that every time you swallow you fear you might choke. the tension is palpable. like two magnets waiting to snap together, but being held back by an unimaginable force.

you straighten again where you're pressed against the door, but this time when you shift your face towards him your nose touches his cheek. you hear his inhale. it's a short, sharp sound. like the contact shocked him. he's just so tense. his shoulders are tight and his breathing seems forced. and when your eyes track over his face, you can see how pinched his eyebrows are.

"law?" your hand rises to rest tenderly on his chest, just your fingertips touch the soft fabric of his black t-shirt.

"yeah?" you try not to shiver at the roughness of his voice.

"are you sure you're okay?"

"i..." his free hand finds your waist and his fingers waste no time gripping you. "i've been thinking about you a lot today."

"oh?" you tilt your head, your palm flattening against his chest. "what about me?"

"just you," he says. his forehead drops to yours. his exhale mingles with your inhale and greedily you swallow it. "and about how much i've come to need you."

"need me?" you doubt law needed anyone. so this confession surprises you.

"yes you," he finally releases a laugh and it feels like you took a shot. an alcohol-like warmth bursting in your gut and blossoming deep in your belly. you know what this is. desire. primal and raw. "i missed you."

this confession is softer. but just as heavy as it sits on your shoulders and just about buckles your knees. law missed you.

"it's only been a few days," you tease, but it's empty. there's no joke hidden beneath your words.

"what? i can't miss you?" his head drops to your shoulder and his nose drags across your collarbone. you fight the urge to drape your body around him. to succumb to the carnal energy that's pulsating off of him in steady waves.

dear god, he's hardly even touched you and you feel your pulse start to race and something flutter expectantly between your legs.

"law." you can't help but whisper his name. it's full of disbelief and need. you don't want to get your hopes up, but this feels like the moment. the moment that months worth of tension and anticipation has built up to.

and strangely, you can't fight your nerves. every lick of confidence you've gathered over the years disappears. every fantasy of you romancing and seducing law into your bed vanishes. you were a vixen, a temptress, a siren in your dreams of him.

but now you just feel painfully human. wracked with nerves and trembling desire. you had no idea what to do. or where to start.

"you say my name a lot." his words are damp against your skin. a flurry of goosebumps travel up your neck when his lips graze the sensitive skin there.

"what?" your fingers curl slightly in his shirt. your eyes are shut. you don't even remember closing them.

"i like the way you say it," he explains, pressing a brief kiss to the base of your throat. you're being seduced in this reality. a victim of his lust.

"you always say it differently. sometimes it's a gasp or a sigh." he pauses to kiss you again. his lips travel up the column of your neck.

"my favorite, though, is when you're annoyed." his chuckle is dark and humorless. and you sigh out something pathetic. "your voice drops and it gets all firm. and you look up at me like you're about to roll your eyes but you never do." three more kisses follow until his lips sit just below your ear. he's liquifying you and you have a hard time understanding how you even got here.

"you always bite your lip too." his face comes into view. his eyes are half-lidded. his gaze is dangerous. starving. he brings his hand up to cradle your cheek his thumb caressing your bottom lip and pulling them apart. "i don't even think you realize it."

"are you-" your voice is unrecognizable to your own ears. it's just air that your words barely ride on. you swallow again, eyes stuck on law's lips. "are you trying to kill me?"

he laughs again. truly this time. the sound comes from his gut and punches out his throat with mirth. even that glides down your spine sensually. you honestly don't know how you're still standing. maybe its the grip he has on your waist. or just sheer willpower.

"no, but you," his hand wraps around the back of your neck, pulling you towards him so that your lips are mere millimeters apart, "you've been torturing me."

"no," you shake your head. "that's where you're wrong." you rise onto your toes, both of your hands latching onto his shoulders. "you're the problem. you're the reason i can't sleep anymore without the thought of you in my bed. you don't understand how badly i need you."

his kiss is bruising. it clatters through you, pain blossoming on your bottom lip. but it's not enough. the dam has been broken. if you don't undress him this instant you might not live to see tomorrow. it's not an exaggeration. its fate.

your hands are immediately in his hair and his arms are enclosing around your waist to pull you flush against him. your feet are barely on the ground with how securely law is clutching on to you.

the doorframe shakes when law swings the door shut behind your tangled bodies. it makes chopper bark, but neither of you have the patience to pay him any mind. you're too focused on not tripping over each other.

your legs hit the back of the couch and his large hands find your hips. he pins you in place, most of your body propped on the edge as he towers over you. as he kisses you with a ferocity that has your toes curling. he moves to your neck again. this time any tenderness he was displaying before is gone. he bites you. your body jolts from the brief instance of pain, but he licks it right away. melting the pain into pleasure. melting your mind into a goopy marshmallowed mess.

you whimper and he groans. your legs try to hook around his hips and your arms try to tug him to lay down on the sofa. you're almost successful. he nearly follows you down and a spark of excitement lights low in your belly.

"no," he pulls away.

"but-" your petulance dies in your throat when his hand comes to rest at the base of your neck. there's no pressure in his placement, just the weight of his heavy hand makes your head spin.

"not here." his breathing is ragged. animalistic in a way. "i need more space."

one second your body is teetering precariously over the edge of your couch and the other you're floating. law scoops you off balance. your feet are on the ground but he's moving so fast you don't comprehend the cold tile rubbing across the balls of your feet.

another singular second passes, and your back is on your bed and law is tearing off his shirt over his head. you're reeling. this has to be another dream. definitely wet given the state of your poor panties right now.

next he's undoing the drawstring of your sweatpants. he pulls until the elastic waistband is loose enough to tug over your hips. you wiggle in an attempt to help him but you're kind of useless. law is half-naked in front of you and the sight of his muscles working to take your clothes off has your mouthwatering and your mind glazing over in awe.

what is he doing to you? you've never felt anything quite like this. it feels as if the world could end if you didn't have him as close to you as possible in the next five seconds.

once your pants are gone, law's hands are smoothing up your calves and over your thighs. his inked fingers are a particular interest of yours. they're just so solid and stable and sexy.

your fingers fist your comforter when his find the elastic band of your underwear. you hiss as his nails scrape sensitive flesh when they hook beneath the thin fabric.

his head snaps up at the sound. his eyes are wild and unfocused. you blink at him doe-eyed and helpless. your lips part to say something but you don't have the brain to formulate anything worth saying. you watch acutely as his face softens. as his expression finds the fondness you're used to.

"you can tell me to stop if i'm being too rough with you," he says apologetically. but there's nothing to be sorry for.

"don't do that," you breathe. "stop second guessing this. stop hesitating. please i just-"

you reach to unbuckle his belt and with shaky albeit determined fingers you undo his jeans. " i need you to please, for the love of god, just fuck me."

you can tell law has always lived a life of skepticism and questioning. of necessary control. you couldn't blame him really after knowing his past. but there is no use for it here. now. and you can see the moment that clicks into place in his mind. the epiphany writes itself like constellations in his eyes.

he shakes his head before he straightens. he’s looking down at you like you’ve done something incredulous. unbelievable. he removes his belt. the buckle clangs on the ground when he drops it. his thumbs loop into his open jeans. you cannot take your eyes off of him as he drags them over his hips until they fall to his feet. breathing is now a foreign concept. you don’t remember the last time you inhaled.

he’s hard in his boxer briefs. and he’s leaking through the cotton. you don’t know what to do. it’s like you’ve never had sex before. it feels new. tempting. as if you’re about to do something bad. sinful.

if law is the reason your ass ends up in hell then so be it. you would make this exact decision again and again in every lifetime. you rip off your shirt and toss it on the ground. law is still standing at the foot of your bed watching you.

“i would’ve put on something nicer if i knew you’d be coming over,” you joke, scooting backwards on your bed until you reach your pillows. you aren’t exactly self conscious, but again you’ve been fantasizing about this for forever. and a sports bra and boy shorts were never part of that fantasy.

“it doesn’t matter what you’re wearing.” law finally crawls towards you. his weight sinking into your mattress. your bed isn’t as big as his. he makes it look absurdly small actually.

his hand wraps around your calf, the heat from his palm radiating up your body, and he yanks you down until you’re flat on your back again.

“you’re perfect just like this.” you’re certain you’re delirious now. he doesn’t necessarily say the words to you. his eyes are locked on his wandering hand. a hand that’s currently drifting over your inner thigh. your hips twitch.

he drops a kiss to each of your cheeks. then he peppers wet kisses down your jaw. his lips find your ear the moment his hand cups your pussy. “it’s not like you’ll be wearing anything for long, anyway.”

his teeth nip at your earlobe and his fingers find the wet patch on your underwear and he presses against it. the moan that falls from your lips is borderline pitiful. he seems to relish in it though. it spurs him on as he continues his onslaught of kisses to your neck again. after so many times of almost sleeping together, you’ve figured out that law really enjoys your neck. not that you can complain. because every time his lips suck right at the spot behind your ear you turn into putty. it’s a special button only he has access to. a button that has even more slick pooling in your panties.

he must feel the way you soak through them because his fingers start rubbing against you. and shamelessly every time he makes contact with your clit you can’t stop the way you rut against his fingertips. his lips descend down over your collarbone and he mouthes at your cleavage. he groans when your hips jump as he swipes his tongue beneath the constricting fabric of your bra.

“this is fun.” he’s referring to your sports bra, his breath a small chuckle when he notices that it’s the kind that zips in the front. law decides to unzip it with his teeth. meanwhile, you decide he has to be a demon. something sent to both please and punish you. for what you aren’t sure yet.

when your bra falls away and your tits are exposed to him, his mouth is enclosing around your nipple in seconds. it’s warm and you gasp. he’s not being rough but he’s not being gentle either. he’s just being a man who ultimately is getting what he’s been wanting for who knows how long.

as his mouth occupies itself with your chest, his fingers go on an entirely different adventure. he manages to shimmy you out of your underwear with positively no help from you because your brain is no longer sending signals to the rest of your body. but when he parts your folds, when he finally feels the absolute mess he’s been making of you, his groan sends a shock through your system. in truth, it’s more like a purr. it’s low and deep and reverberates through his body straight into yours.

you whimper. it’s embarrassing and unexpected. but it doesn’t give him pause, instead two of his fingers are sliding into you. so easily you should be ashamed. he makes it hard to be though.

“sometimes i don’t understand how you’re real,” he murmurs into your chest, his words are slurred around your nipple.

“i swear you’re just so-“ he starts to scissor his fingers inside of you and the sticky wet sounds hit your ears so loudly you nearly cringe. you undulate your hips in the hopes that his fingers will at least graze your g spot, but law is one step ahead of you. always shifting his fingers away just so whenever he comes close to feeling the spongey tissue.

“please,” you really aren’t above begging. and maybe that’s what he wants. except it doesn’t help. he’s toying with you on purpose. “law, please.”

“again,” he demands, but you don’t know what he wants. you only know what you want. what you need. and the answer to both is to come.

“say my name again,” he says when you don’t respond. he lifts his head from your breasts, both covered in his spit. the same spit that moistens his lips. “come on, baby. say it and i’ll give you whatever you want.”

to sweeten the deal he presses his thumb to your clit. you jolt beneath him from the dual sensation. if he keeps this up he’ll force an orgasm from you and he barely has to do anything. his fingers aren’t even moving inside of you anymore yet you feel like an exposed wire. sparking and twitching under his attention.

“la-aw,” he hooks his fingers inside of you, effectively slicing his name in half. your eyes nearly roll back but they don’t because looking at him is so much better. his broad shoulders and handsome face are the only things taking up your view. he starts rubbing his thumb in insistent circles on your clit and his fingers push against your g spot in a carefully coordinated attack to unravel you. you knew law was good with his mouth but his fingers. he must have known you in another life. that’s the only explanation for how quickly and easily he’s hurdling you to your finish.

“that’s it.” you squirm at how harsh his voice has gotten. it’s dropped an octave and it forces a shiver to rattle down your spine. “fuck, look at you. such a pretty girl.”

his gaze lights fires across your skin. the flames lick at you, fierce and brutal. you can’t stand it. it’s too much. just as your orgasm hits you turn your face away from him, your back arching and you inhale so abruptly it dries out your throat. you muffle your cries into your comforter. your vision flaring with spots before it goes completely black. his fingers still wiggle inside of you even as you come down. he wants to wring every last drop of pleasure from your body. and it’s working.

your back meets the mattress again. your cries whimper off into choked breaths. your vision slowly, but surely returns to you. but he’s still moving. you grab his wrist with weak fingers, barely mustering the energy to push him away.

“i can’t,” you whine, sighing when his fingers slip from inside you. “holy shit.”

you peek up at him through wet lashes and heavy eye lids. his breathing is ragged, and you follow his gaze down to his hand. he’s spreading his fingers to see how your cum strings between them. he’s mesmerized. he brings his hand to his mouth. his eyes fall shut when he licks you clean off of him.

he’s a liar. he absolutely is trying to kill you.

without another word he’s slinking off the bed. you don’t have it in you yet to question what he’s up to. instead you watch as he gathers his jeans from the ground and pulls his wallet from one of the pockets.

“shit,” he swears, eyes screwing shut as he shakes his head. you’re confused. “i forgot to grab a condom.”

“oh.” and you giggle, your heart settling down and the endorphins give you that fuzzy feeling again. you lean over off of your bed and reach for the cabinet on your nightstand.

“that’s okay. i have some.” you toss him the unopened box. he spins it in his hands, reading it over with the most amused expression on his face.

“when did you get these?”

“last week,” you admit. “after you left for work.”

“right,” he nods, “of course you did.”

“don’t give me that, you’re lucky i’m prepared. if not i would make your ass go to the nearest pharmacy and pick some up tonight.”

he laughs again as he tears open the box, throwing it onto the foot of your bed after he pulls out a condom. he kicks off his underwear while he’s there too. and a sudden surge of giddy excitement courses through you. out of nowhere a flurry of energy starts drumming within you.

law is actually about to fuck you. it’s hard to believe. after so many close calls you don’t want to jinx it but you know this is it. you throw your bra off the bed having forgotten it was still on from earlier and you wrestle your comforter out from beneath you to situate your body under the flat sheet.

law is looking at you peculiarly.

“what?” you deadpan.

“why are you laughing?” you hadn’t realized you were.

“just get over here,” you grab his arm and jerk him so hard he practically falls on top of you. you throw the blanket off of your naked body so that law could get beneath it too. “i’m just excited, i guess.”

he’s laying between your parted thighs now. this is the closest you two have ever been and it feels so natural. his weight on top of you. his face a few inches away. his scent mingling with yours in a drunken dance.

law can’t stop the smile that tugs at his lips as he looks down at you. he drops a brief peck to your lips before he begins to line himself up with your entrance.

“wait.” his tip is actively pressing into you when he halts in place. “i’m nervous.”

“are you alright?” his eyes are concerned as he brings his hand back up to push the hair from your face and caress your cheek.

“yes.” weird emotions are building in your chest. feelings that are far scarier to admit out loud. it feels like an end of a chapter, but also like the beginning of a different book entirely. “but why do i feel like this is my first time?”

he actually scoffs, his head drops down and he sighs your name so heavily maybe the exhaustion of the day has finally caught up with him. “do you think before you say things or do you just say them?”

“listen i’m very vulnerable right now and honestly i came so hard a few minutes ago i think you broke me.”

“i didn’t break you. look,” he pokes at your side and you flinch away. his fingers tickle up your waist and you writhe while trying to suppress a laugh. “see you’re not broken.”

“you don’t get it,” you giggle lightly and swat his hand away when it gets way too close to your armpit.

“for what it’s worth,” he drops to his elbows, most of his weight now bearing down on you and he rests his forehead on yours. “i’m a little nervous too. i’m just way too hard right now to focus on anything other than the fact that i’m about to be inside you.”

“so you’re also excited?” his words are worth all the treasure in the world because your nerves evaporate. as if they were never there at all.

“very.” he kisses you. soft and slow. his tongue slides across your bottom lip and you part them immediately. as your tongues glide against each other you sneak a hand between your bodies. your fingers make contact with latex, and your wrap them around his dick as soon as you’re able to reach. he gently thrusts into your palm. his tip slips between your folds in a languid grind.

you rub him against you until his kisses are interrupted by his own stuttered exhales. when you open your eyes you see how his face is scrunched up and how his breath leaves his lips in quiet wheezes. ok, fine he really does look tortured like this. a small thrill shoots down into your stomach when you realize that it's because of you. you do this to him.

you line him up, tilting your hips towards him just as his head catches your entrance and during the next roll of your hips he sinks into you. the stretch has your head falling back and he groans against your cheek.

"fuck, baby, you feel so good," he moans right into your ear and with another roll of your hips he sinks deeper into you. "s'tight, fu-"

your own moan cuts him off. you're still sensitive from your first orgasm, and law's cock is actually made for you. he fills you up perfectly, thick enough to make you drool. his thrusts start out shallow as you adjust to each other. his hand has found your hip, his fingers digging into your fat and you know-- hope-- that marks are left behind when you wake up in the morning.

control is only yours for a few more moments though because law's hips start to find a rhythm of their own. each slap is heavy and deep. each one scoots you further up the bed until your head brushes your headboard.

you hardly feel the dull thuds though. not with the way law hooks your thigh over his elbow and presses your knee towards your chest.

"shit," your nails dig into his bicep as you try to withstand how deeply he's fucking you. the pillow beside your head crumples beneath the weight of his forearm when his hand comes up to rest between your crown and the headboard.

"sorry," he apologizes hurriedly, "for this." his pace quickens, your eyes roll back, and his hand gets tangled in your hair.

"harder," you gasp, your thighs attempting to shut around his waist. his legs bend at the knees and it lifts your hips from the bed. the angle allows him to fulfill your request. and a sob claws its way out of your throat.

"i'm gonna cum," he grunts out between gritted teeth, his face buried in the space between your neck and shoulder.

"inside?" you whine, hopeful, even though deep down you know he's wearing a condom. how unfortunate.

"yes, love," he rasps, his thrusts getting slightly faster as he gets closer to climax. "if that's what you want i'll give it to you."

"yes, yes, please, fuck, ple-" if you're crying that's none of your business. you can't possibly control anything right now. your body is completely his. and you gave it to him willingly. with no intentions of asking for it back if he continues fucking you like this.

you only regret one thing. not being lucid enough to witness law's orgasm with your own eyes. you hear it, feel it, but when your second one quakes through your trembling body, you miss seeing it.

your limbs are numb. your thoughts are murky and disjointed. when he collapses on you, you welcome the weight of him like a security blanket.

"that was..." law can't even finish his sentence. not that he needs to. because you know what that was. it was euphoric. your own sick form of exaltation.

you follow his warmth when he eventually rolls off of you. you paste yourself to his side. and in the quiet moments of bliss that follow, law's hand draws comforting symbols down your arm and across your spine. sleep is somewhere nearby. you feel her whisper at your senses to rest. but you're too greedy to let go of this time with him. not yet. you'll sleep later.

"thank you," he whispers into the top of your head. not really loud enough for you to hear, but it's so silent and you're so attune to him that it would've been impossible for you to miss it.

"the last time you thanked me, you avoided me for days," you complain, burrowing your face into his chest just in time to feel his laugh rumble through him.

"last time was different," he pauses, and you could hear the contemplation in his tone. "last time i was an idiot who should've kissed you good night."

"oh, so this time you made sure to get what you wanted," you teased, your finger gently poking at his side like he did to you earlier.

"this time i realized that after a shitty day all i wanted was you. however you would have me." his hand is tilting your chin so that you're looking up at him. and all you can see in his eyes is an earnest devotion. one that settles over you so intensely you're not sure if alarm bells that you're in too deep are supposed to be going off. "being with you like this is just a bonus."

"well," you sit up so that you're propped up on his chest. "are you gonna tell me why your day was so shitty?"

he sighs, his lips pressing into a thin line as he thinks. "i almost lost a patient today. everything is fine now, but it's moments like that that have me question if holding someone's life in my hands is worth it. feels like i'm gambling. like i'm tempting fate somehow."

“when was the last time you lost a patient?” you ask, your fingers making odd shapes over his heart.

“it’s been a few years,” he sighs. “but that fear never really leaves you.”

“it sounds to me like you’re incredible at what you do and that even with the scare today, you still managed to save a life. tempting fate is what we do as humans, you’re just better at it than anyone else.”

he gives you a small smile. and in his eyes you can see the reflection of something you know you hold in your heart. a type of fondness that transcends simple companionship. he leans forward to kiss you. it has none of the lust or desperation from earlier. but something even more tantalizing. something that you used your fingers to spell out on his chest. just four quick letters that you etch superficially into his skin like a secret.

"i called off tomorrow,” he responds eventually. his hand is propped behind his head as you both relax in each others arms.

"oooh, i'll play hooky with you,” you say, giddiness returning at the prospect of having him all to yourself for an entire day.

"good, because i have big plans for you in the morning,” he twists so that he’s facing you, his arms looping around your waist and pulling you further into his chest.

"care to share?" you ask, already knowing what your plans are for him. all of which include little to no clothing.

"mhmm, you and i..." he leans in really close, his nose nuzzles yours and his lips brush featherlight between your own, "are cleaning out that fucking garage."

you groan. your head falls back and you playfully hit his chest with a loose fist. “i told you it was bad.”

"it’s worse than bad. if i wasn't so distracted i probably would've dropped from a heart attack." and although he’s scolding you, when you try to pull away he chases you.

"ok, drama,” you roll your eyes, turning around so that he’s spooning you. "just don't wake me up too early unless you amend your plans to include rolling around in my sheets again."

"i'll consider it."

part nine

[mythmerth]

I really don’t think there’s any way that arthur didn’t know that merlin loved him, even if it’s never acknowledged by name between them for the whole show. he just doesn’t realize the sheer magnitude of it until the last episode, until he utters that

I know now.

Merlin, from his perspective, was someone so helpless but so keen on keeping arthur safe. he was someone who was completely defenseless yet foolish enough to go with arthur on the most treacherous of quests and to face horrors by his side just to be sure arthur was safe. Arthur knew all this, and I really do think he attributed it to merlin loving him in this unsaid unspoken way, and I also fully believe he reciprocated (again, in this unspoken way). I think maybe it was also something he had to come to terms with when he found out about Merlin’s magic— the thought that merlin wasn’t actually there just because of sheer love like he thought, but because he had power to protect that arthur never knew. maybe it was just duty, maybe he misread the whole thing. but in the end, that I know now… he knows. he knows the depths of Merlin’s love that is far beyond any protective duty, he knows just how much merlin was risking to love him and keep him safe.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

#The Wopez/Chenford Parallel We've Been Waiting A Million Years For And It Was Worth The Wait

[starscream-is-my-wife]

Their relationship makes me feel so much emotions... during the war they are the personification of violence, they live to fight, the gun and the shooter, how can we even comprehend the millions of years they spent together, the entire history of humanity cannot compare to their story, they really do need each other

[dxckgrxsonx]

"you can pretend all you want, i can see the fucking mess you're making of yourself." + jason please my love??? i love e2l <3

Pairing - Jason Todd x (F) Reader

Words - 900ish

Warnings - 18+ SMUT - Graphic Sexual Content - Unprotected Sex - Cocky!Jason (he's good and he knows it) - Swearing

Notes - Hi my darlings!! It's been far too long since I've written something smutty so here you are!! Hope you enjoy!! <3

**

He pisses you off like nothing else on this Earth.

Broad shoulders, incredible skill, smart fucking mouth. He calls you in the middle of the night knowing you’d answer; knowing without a shadow of a doubt that even with you seething and furious and goddamn exhausted, you would still pick up the phone.

He’s smug about it and sometimes, just sometimes, you consider blocking his stupid number.

“I absolutely fucking hate you.” You greet, halfway into a snarl. Vaguely, you acknowledge that it’s not an ideal greeting, but it’s three in the morning and the thread of patience between your fists frays horribly when Jason steps out of the dark, already grinning at the look on your face. “I was sleeping.”

“And yet…” Jason says, watching you far too intently. “Here you are anyway.” He presses forwards, crowds you right up against the nearest flat surface, and tips your head up so you have no choice but to watch him pick you apart. “It’s almost like you can’t say no to me, sweetheart. In fact, I don't think you’ve ever said no to me…”

“Don’t.” You whisper, knowing where he’s heading. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

He presses on you hard enough to bruise; hard enough to scatter hairline fractures through your whole nervous system. It feels like static. It feels like an ache Jason carved into you with his own two hands–and his beautifully thick cock–to mark you as his own.

“You want this.” He breathes, mouth still pitched up in that wicked smirk and your entire world starts bending in the middle, moulding around Jason and warping under his capable hands. You can’t stand it: you hate yourself for it. “You get wet just thinking about it…thinking about me.”

It was a chance meeting and back then you were so goddamn stupid.

You could hardly walk after the first time, cunt stretched open and sore from how many times he opened you up with his fingers–with his cock. He was big and thick and he had no choice but to take his time to get your pretty pussy to yield to him–to let him in. He praised you the whole time, and then fucked you until you were trembling and whimpering and squeezing at his cock.

It was weeks before you heard from him again and nothing you did with your own two hands was enough.

You needed him and he knew it.

You need him now and he knows it.

There’s a wet spot soaking through your underwear and the second Jason see’s it he’s groaning something feral against your throat. Shoving you backwards onto the bed he chases and wedges his broad shoulders between your thighs before you have a chance to flinch them closed.

Grabbing at your knees he spreads you open and pushes your legs back until they’re almost by your ears. Your muscles burn at the stretch, and you try to wiggle out of his grip but Jason leans forward and drags his tongue over the slick fabric covering your weeping slit.

“Fuck you.” You gasp. Unable to think of anything but how much you hate him for what he’s turned you into and how good he makes you feel. “Fuck you so much.”

He laughs and it’s almost mean with how arrogant he is.

Jason releases his hold on your knees to unbuckle his belt and then he’s back, smacking the thick, heavy length of him against your covered pussy. He rubs the fat head through the growing damp patch on your underwear and your puffy clit twitches hard enough that he can see it throb.

Wedging the tip of his cock underneath the fabric he teases your soaked hole until you thrash a little and whine. Pressing in just enough to get you to stretch open around him he pulls back so he can do it again and you snap your jaw closed around the pleas building in your mouth.

“Say it.” Jason demands.

Sinking the first few inches into your soft, slick pussy Jason holds and waits, Lazarus eyes awake and interested in each trembling twitch of your body.

“I hate this.” You lie, unable to stop yourself from throbbing around the tip of his cock, arousal leaking and squelching out around the edges of him. “I hate you.”

“Oh sweetheart.” Jason hums, using one hand to pull your underwear to the side so he can see just how embarrassingly wet you are. Your slick sticks to the fabric and it stays attached to your pussy in thin strings “You can pretend all you want, I can see the fucking mess you’re making of yourself.”

Thrusting forwards he stuffs his full length inside you with one, rough stroke and you moan loud enough to shake the windows.

“Oh–ah fuck!–Jason.” You try, voice trembling.

“There you go.” He says. “I knew you wanted this. I knew your aching little pussy wouldn’t be able to say no to me. No one can fuck you like I can, sweetheart.” Shoving your knees apart he holds you so tightly you can barely move and watches his cock split you open. “Every time I call you, there you are, all mad and pretty and wet. And the second I get inside you, you go all soft and cockdrunk for me.”

“Uh–plea–please.”

“Yeah.” Jason grins. “Just like that. Now, let’s see how much you can come for me this time, huh? You managed three last time before you started crying. But I think you can do better for me, right sweetheart?”

**

[dragqueenstarscream]

idea: starscream defecting to the autobots, but when he gets the decepticon symbol removed, optimus is confused. he doesn't see the symbol on starscream's chassis or wings. is he afraid of putting a new one on?

when optimus asks if he's getting the autobot symbol applied anywhere, starscream just grins and turns around, swaying his hips a bit to show off the new autobot symbol tramp stamp right over his ass.

optimus nearly chokes on his energon upon first seeing it, which starscream finds hilarious

[mynqzo]

hey. if your looking for a solas x rook fic i have one for u right here im 27k words deep into writing and am offering you this like a cat bringing a dying rat to your doorstep

genuinely. bitch 4 bitch is my fave ship dynamic. i want them to kill each other with hammers

[ventique18]

Anyway here's the initial sketch of Farmer MalleYuu that inspired me to start developing a farming game. 🥔🥕🐮🐥 They just make me so happy tbh

It's my last semester in uni I'm trying to hold onto my remaining sanity

[ennabear]

ೃ༄ GOT WHAT I WANTED, BUT IT’S NEVER ENOUGH FOR ME ₊⊹

cw: more melvika!!!!! part 3 of my lil series but could probably be read on it’s own as always, cute fluff, public/semi public flirting and nudity/exhibitionism(????)(they don’t get caught), dom!mel and sub!brat!sevika, shibari, tribbing, oral, pussy slapping, mentions of aftercare of course, omg help this is all over the place idk how to tag it, 18+

a/n: HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!!!! i hope you enjoy these sweeties hehehe <333 sorry if this seems rushed it’s because it was!!!!!!!

word count: 5.3k

5 am.

their alarm blared on mel’s bedside table, the small black box yelling at them to wake up before they’re late to what’s going to be the longest meeting of their lives. sevika hears it first, awakening with a gasp as mel stirs under her from all of the commotion. she groans and slaps it off, and then nuzzles further into her girlfriend’s neck to get another 5 minutes of sleep in.

“sevika…” mel grumbles, not completely awake yet.

“five more minutes. please.” she sighs, leaving open-mouthed kisses on mel’s neck in an attempt to convince her.

“we need to get up, love. if we’re late one more time, they’ll throw us out of there.” she warns.

“good. as long as i’m with you i won’t mind being jobless.”

mel snorts at this, but she’s still determined to get up at a normal time. she’s well aware that five more minutes turns into thirty, which turns into them stumbling in late to all of their meetings. and today they need to be on time because it’s extra important. they’re debating a new bill to be passed about funding more schools in the area, and with this, they could extend those extra funds to the children in zaun.

she sits up slowly, gently rolling sevika off of her and then pulling her up too once she stands. it’s still dark out, but beautifully illuminated by their array of lights and colors. they both sleep so much more peacefully this way, the lights offering a comfort that reminds them of home.

sevika groans and rolls her eyes as mel rips the covers off of her and yanks her out of bed. her hair is messy and tangled, half of it knotted together, and the other half sticking out in different directions, but mel adores her this way. the only thing cuter than a sleeping sevika is a sleepy, grumpy sevika that won’t stop clinging to her.

like now, when sevika stumbles forward and captures her in a hug— her newly found favorite thing to do with her new arm. her human arm is wrapped around her waist, the other tight around her shoulders, and she squeezes her so hard she can barely breathe. mel squeezes her back in a tight hug, then swats her away to go get ready.

sevika never gets ready on her own, though. she follows mel around and waits for her to get dressed and freshened up, and then makes mel assist in dressing her.

she claims that it’s because she can’t button her pants or shirt with her mech hand, but mel knows that that isn’t the truth. sevika knows it too, but there’s nothing she loves more than standing before her girlfriend, peering down at her with her tits, abs, and happy trail exposed, watching her fasten every single tiny button. she has a habit of starting from the bottom and buttoning them up to just under her neck, but then she’ll change her mind and rip a few open, staring wide-eyed at her girlfriend’s cleavage.

and that’s exactly what they do once mel finishes dressing herself, a long black dress draped beautifully over her body with sevika’s old cape thrown over it. sevika goes absolutely wild when mel wears it. she used to hate that ratty old thing. it did no good in protecting her, the holes in the stained fabric would let the cold air nip at her waist, and there was hardly any point in using it to conceal her mech arm when she’d rip off her cape dramatically a few minutes later.

but it just looks so good on mel, the dark, faded red color against her brown and gold skin is perfect in sevika’s mind. it’s been washed a few times since sevika has moved up here— because apparently everyone has washers and dryers around here, and they’re surprisingly usual to see in a home— so it’s less dirty, but still carries the memories of sevika’s adventures in it.

the sun is slightly higher in the sky when they check the clock again, and they have about half an hour before they need to be out the door, so mel sits them both down and pours two cups of coffee. one for her, black with a little bit of sugar, and one for sevika, extra cream and extra sugar, the way she knows that sevika and her sweet tooth secretly prefer it.

a small clink rings out as they toast their mugs and sip their coffee together, gossiping and exchanging secrets about their colleagues. they finish slightly early— only four minutes until they have to leave, early— so sevika’s brilliant mind decides to spend the time pinning her girlfriend to the couch and kissing her all over until neither of them can breathe.

mel loves seeing her this way. there’s something so intimate about waking up and getting ready with her, sharing coffee and secrets like old friends, seeing her messy hair and secret sweet tooth before they have to leave. she’s so adorable in mel’s eyes. she chose the perfect muse.

but there’s something else that mel loves, it comes after they get ready together in the mornings, but when they arrive at the council and take their seats. sevika will start to get heated and agitated as she listens to more stupid opinions and false information, and that same, cute scowl will start to show over her features. she’ll glare at anyone and everyone— even mel, until she can’t keep it up anymore and cracks a smile for a split second— and her chest will rise and fall as her breathing gets heavier.

she looks angry. she is angry, and it’s so hot. mel will bite her lip and stare at sevika intently, trying her hardest to engrave that image of her in her head long enough to paint her another portrait. she also adores her sass, her exasperated eye rolls and dramatic shrugs that are accompanied with innocent eyebrow raises. sevika is so animated, mel wonders how she even stayed awake during these agonizingly long meetings.

but today, sevika isn’t doing any of that.

as soon as they get there, they part and take their seats all the way across the room from each other. sevika hates it, she’s pissed that she can’t constantly be clinging onto her girlfriend, but mel loves it. she gets to stare at her the whole time, and they can send each other glances that tell everything on their minds without saying any words.

that’s exactly what sevika does the whole time. eye contact. and lots of it.

after about one minute of the guest speaker telling them all about his background in piltover and education, sevika decides it’s more worth her time to stare at mel. mel tries her best to ignore sevika, but she can feel her eyes on her the whole time as she tries to listen.

she turns to sevika and raises both eyebrows at her, as if to ask, “what do you want?”, but sevika just stares at her with her big, silver, sparkly eyes and smiles innocently. mel rolls her eyes and turns her attention back to the man, but then she sees sevika moving and her gaze is quickly turned back to her. she spies her girlfriend looking directly into her eyes, reaching up slowly to unbutton another clasp on her shirt.

this is risky, she’s already close to flashing everyone, but she does it anyways for mel’s attention. mel shoots her a sharp warning look, but sevika shrugs like she has no clue what’s going on, her eyes widening and sparkling impossibly more than usual.

when mel looks away again, sevika sighs dramatically. none of the council members care to glance at her, thank janna, because she’s leaning against the table with her elbows squishing her tits together as tightly as they can. mel is very aware that sevika is trying to get her attention, but she ignores her for another twenty minutes.

and she doesn’t look back at sevika until she sees even more shuffling from the corner of her eyes, and when she steals another glance at sevika, she’s absolutely mortified.

and extremely turned on.

because sevika has torn apart another button, and her tits are being pushed together by her huge arms. mel hawks at her, almost embarrassed because she’s millimeters from flashing everyone in that room— coworkers who she’ll have to see every day for the rest of her life— but she also can’t stop the heat from pooling in her stomach and flushing over her cheeks. sevika hasn’t broken eye contact once, and mel doubts that she’s looked away the whole time.

she grins when mel notices her, and smiles impossibly bigger when she sees her start to squirm in her seat and open her eyes as wide as possible. mel can see everything in full view, the hickeys still on her chest from a few nights ago, and a small sliver of her deep brown areolas hanging at the bottom of her tits. she shoots sevika a frustrated look, hoping that it comes across as “what the hell is wrong with you!?” but sevika just smiles and shrugs.

mel rolls her eyes, motions for sevika to button her shirt back up, but most of all, attempts not to make a scene. she doesn’t want anyone looking at her girlfriend’s tits, those are for her eyes only. but sevika misinterprets mel’s motioning to close her shirt— on purpose, of course, being the brat she is— so she raises one eyebrow and unbuttons another slowly, as if that was what mel requested.

now, her full, heavy tits are practically hanging out of her shirt. about half of each nipple is concealed by the fabric, but there’s no mistaking the fact that her shirt is opened to her mid-stomach, and anyone who looked her way would notice that in an instant. maybe she’s really lucky that what the guest speaker has to say is important, or that nobody bothers to stare at her like she has two heads anymore, because nobody notices it. no one except mel.

sevika decides to go even further. this meeting is boring and they still have hours to go, why not spice it up a little? she leans back in her seat and stretches dramatically, hands coming up to lock together behind her head, her thick nipples on proud display to the whole room. mel’s eyes almost fall out of her head.

yes, they have discussed a little bit of exhibition before while talking about kinks and their bedroom lives, but never this. this is all sevika’s own doing. as she stares at sevika in disbelief, her eyes start to trail from her big, sparkly, puppy eyes, down to her thick, asymmetrical lips, then to her neck, and finally to the place that sevika obviously wants her gaze to be.

sevika laughs as mel’s gaze gets locked onto her bare boobs— now more than just a sliver of cleavage— so she reaches up slowly and gropes one of them in her big hands. her soft tits squish in her hands like putty, and she flashes mel a wolfish grin as the poor woman looks half turned on, half murderous. sevika’s ego can’t get enough of it.

but they quiet down before she has a chance to shove her hands down her pants, which was her next plan, so she quickly buttons her shirt up— fully capable, as mel suspected— and leans back in her chair, grinning like nothing ever happened.

mel breathes a sigh of relief now that sevika’s is done with her little show, extremely grateful that she didn’t get caught. now she’s the one who can’t focus, sevika pays full attention to the other council members as they debate what should happen next, occasionally asking questions to the man and to each other. but mel can’t stop thinking about sevika’s tits, and the way she just completely acted up in public.

they take turns debating and listening to the others, mel partially wishes she were able to join into the conversation, but she knows that it won’t matter until they get to actually sign shit. for now, she’s just gonna sit back and listen to everyone else, mentally preparing herself to give a summary of everything that happened to sevika, she already knows she wasn’t listening to a single thing. but she’ll save that for after she fucks her so hard she can’t walk straight for a few days.

once they’re excused for the day after an excruciating few hours, sevika reaches out for mel’s hand as gentlemanly as possible, completely ignoring everything that she did to tease mel. mel hesitates, but takes sevika’s hand anyways. she hates the way sevika is acting like she’s the one in power. sevika gives mel’s hand a firm kiss as they stroll back to their suite, flesh on metal but still soft and warm altogether.

——

sevika dramatically flops herself down in bed, groaning something about her back hurting. and that’s when mel’s plan pops into place. she reaches forward and opens the buttons on sevika’s shirt, tugging it off of her limp body.

“you gonna force me to massage your sore back again?” mel teases.

sevika grunts. “i’m not forcing you to do anything, you’re the one who always climbs on top of me as soon as i sit down.”

mel giggles and kisses the top of sevika’s head, then decides to get to work. sevika almost melts when mel places herself on top of her, gentle hands slowly kneading her aching back and shoulders. a deep groan is muffled into the pillow. it takes a while for her to fully relax, but after half an hour of mel’s soft hands working away at her back, she’s completely limp and half asleep.

“are you still awake, love?” mel whispers just above her ear.

“mmh, yeah…” sevika answers, although it’s only halfway true.

mel giggles at her adorably sleepy girlfriend and keeps going, rubbing her thumbs over her shoulders, the heels of her hands over her spine, fingertips tracing over the scarred skin. when she works her thumbs into the small dips in her lower back, she groans in pleasure, arching slightly to try to get more of that feeling from mel.

mel grins. “you like that?”

sevika tries to respond, but her face is completely smooshed into the bed. “yea… feels good.”

mel climbs off of her but keeps her hands busy massaging the dimples in sevika’s back. sevika doesn’t question her shuffling until she feels mel leaving hot, wet kisses all over her neck and back. she whimpers into her pillow at the feeling, nipples hardening underneath her. mel chuckles at the way she’s squirming in her hold.

“that too?” she asks.

sevika doesn’t know what to say. she arches more into mel’s touch, lower-half lifting off of the bed as she gently grinds her tits into the mattress in search of some kind of friction. her breath shakes as she’s suddenly aware of how empty her cunt feels, and mel can see the wheels turning in sevika’s head as she notices what mel is about to do to her.

sevika gulps. “uh… yeah…” her cheeks heat up and her mind races, imagining her girlfriend putting her in whatever position she wants until neither of them can form words. she gulps, eyes widening as she feels mel’s hand snake up her sides.

mel reaches forward and flips sevika over, straddling her hips as her back hits the bed. sevika’s breath hitches when her girlfriend’s fingers come up to scratch at her freshly buzzed undercut, and she whimpers yet again when their lips meet in a messy, uncoordinated kiss. her eyes flutter closed as mel takes the lead, shoving her tongue into sevika’s mouth, finding her girlfriend’s and sliding them together.

sevika grabs onto mel’s hips, pushing them back and forth in an attempt to have her grind on her lap. mel just laughs into her mouth and keeps her hips solid in place, grabbing sevika’s hands— one a warm brown, painted with light scars, the other a shiny gold metal— and shoving them under her back. she fusses when mel pushes her hands away, but she’s scared of acting up now. she’s finally remembered that her actions have consequences, and mel isn’t afraid of a good punishment.

but sevika can’t help it. every time mel sits on top of her and sucks on her tongue like this, her hands get a mind of their own and wander all over her body. each time they trail up her legs to grope her thighs, mel swats them away and threatens her with a nip to her bottom lip. she wants nothing more than to touch her girlfriend right now, but she knows that based on the way she acted earlier, she’ll probably end up with her hands tied above her head.

and that’s exactly what happens. after the umpteenth time that sevika pinched mel’s thighs or hips, mel got fed up and climbed off of her, leaving to grab some of the rope they bought specifically for tying each other up. sevika recognizes that light gold color as she struts back in with an annoyed look on her face, and she can’t even force any words out as mel ties her hands together in front of her, and then ties them to the headboard above her.

“is this okay?” mel asks, shoving a few fingers in between sevika’s wrists and the rope to make sure that it’s not too tight. sevika gawks up at her with her jaw slack.

“yeah… that’s good.” she whispers, her eyes growing lovestruck and starry.

mel leaves her hands tied above her as she unbuttons her slacks and pulls them off. sevika struggles against the rope a bit, her instincts taking over and telling her to pin mel to the bed and ride her until they’re both too tired to move anymore, but she gets held back. she grunts as she yanks her wrists down, but nothing happens. all it does is make mel laugh at her, which makes her feel so weak yet incredibly turned on.

once mel gets sevika’s pants off, she takes a second to marvel at the wet spot on her boxers. her thighs are flexing as she squirms helplessly in front of her, halfway attempting to shield herself from her girlfriends perverted gaze, halfway wishing mel just fuck her already. she’s been soaked ever since the night before when they had to cancel their weekly routine of having hot and heavy sex while wine drunk because they needed to get to bed early. sevika was waiting all day, dreaming of it all week, and just like that, their responsibilities ruined everything.

mel was looking forward to it too, but she already foresaw sevika acting up in one way or another, and she knew she’d be breaking out the rope soon anyways. it didn’t really make a difference, because the way she’s about to fuck her right now will make up for it and then some.

she shuffles around on top of her girlfriend, yanking her dress off along with her own underwear. sevika whines when mel’s golden happy trail and bush are exposed to her, and curses when she realizes that she doesn’t get to touch her. at all.

sevika tries to wrap her legs around mel, but mel is too quick, already on her feet unraveling more rope to tie sevika up with. she has no choice but to lay limp as mel bends her into the positions she wants. she brings sevika’s each of her ankles to her thighs, tying knots all around them just above her ass. as soon as mel has a clear view of sevika’s glistening cunt, she moves up to web the rope around the back of sevika’s neck, and then on each side of her heavy tits that she was proudly showing off earlier.

a faint blush creeps up on sevika’s cheeks as she watches mel tie her tits up, the soft flesh hanging over the rope and squishing together. mel kisses each of her cheeks as she sputters and submits under her, glad that her plan of getting sevika to give up domming was successful. sevika whimpers when mel’s soft lips press against her face, and she gulps again loudly when mel whispers a, “yeah, just like that, my star.” into her ear.

mel takes a second to marvel at sevika tied up this way. legs forced open, hands tied together and out of the way, tits on perfect display, the way sevika so obviously wanted them to be earlier. every time she gazes into those wide, silver eyes, it’s like she’s falling in love over and over again. even more true when sevika is staring up at her like she’s the sun in her universe, setting her soul ablaze.

sevika’s legs are spread as wide as they can possibly be, and mel hooks her legs over sevika’s and then pauses. faintly, through the thick, wispy hairs shrouding her dripping slit, she can see sevika’s clit pulse and quiver in anticipation. she smirks to herself, then darts forward to kiss all the way up sevika’s chest.

her nipples pucker as mel traces her pointed tongue around them, then gently yet firmly sucks them into her mouth. a loud whimper forces its way from sevika’s throat, and she groans at the way mel teases her, purposefully not touching her where she needs it the most. she tries to get herself off, but it’s no use. her legs are forced open by mel, hips pinned to the bed, cunt dripping wet and completely neglected.

“mel.” she groans, and it almost sounds like a threat. mel just laughs, sevika is in no place to be threatening mel when she’s the one laying helplessly limp under her.

“yes?” she asks, a painfully innocent grin growing on her features.

“fuck, how much longer are you gonna tease me?” she pants, out of breath and aching to be touched already, hoping that mel decides to go easy on her.

“well, let’s see…” mel starts, a far away look in her eyes. “you did put on quite the show in front of all of those people…”

“yeah but we didn’t get caught.” sevika adds.

“do you really wanna talk back to me?” mel warns with a smirk. her fingers come up to trace sevika’s jaw and hold it in her hands, squeezing gently to remind her who’s in power.

sevika shuts her mouth, not wanting to earn herself an even larger punishment.

“…and you have been acting up quite a bit today, wouldn’t you agree?”

the larger woman underneath her nods, too intimidated to say otherwise.

“so, what do you think? should i go easy on you?” she asks sevika.

“i— well—” sevika starts, trying to calculate her words carefully. earning the smallest punishment without telling any lies is her goal.

“do you want me to sit myself down and ride you into the mattress?” she whispers into her girlfriend’s ear, completely derailing her thought train.

sevika’s eyes widen, and she nods enthusiastically. “please, i was just bored and i missed you. that’s all.”

mel smiles and once again runs the point of her nails against sevika’s undercut, making her completely melt underneath her. slowly but surely, mel lines up her own cunt with sevika’s, and then angles her hips forward and backward to kiss their clits together.

the headboard groans as sevika tugs on her rope, wanting nothing more but to quicken mel’s pace. she’s so close already, but the agonizingly slow grind of mel’s hips is making it even worse. if sevika had her way, the whole bed would be slamming into the wall with her thrusts.

“please…” sevika begs, yanking on her restraints as if it’ll do anything.

“please what? isn’t this what you wanted?” mel asks, a faux confusion clouding her features.

“f-faster, harder, more.” sevika demands, as if she has a say in any of this.

mel chuckles at sevika, the only thing she loves more than being teased by sevika is teasing her back. “always demanding more, aren’t you? it’s just never enough for you, is it? can never be satisfied.”

“no, i—” sevika grunts at the way her words are twisted so easily by her girlfriend. “that’s not what i meant.” she huffs, tears filling her eyes with the slow, borderline painful way mel is touching her.

bright, bubbly giggles from mel break the brief silence in the room as she laughs at sevika’s huffy attitude. she decides to go a bit easier on her, so she sits down fully, her slick completely mixing with sevika’s and spreading all over both of them. mel throws her head back, moaning at the feeling of sevika just getting wetter and wetter. she keeps tugging against her binds, but it’s no use.

and she looks so beautiful all tied up. her legs are folded together, the rope squishing at the plush of her thighs and stomach. arms together and laced above her head, casting a gentle shadow on her features. her cunt keeps pulsing and clenching against mel as if she’s trying to suck her in, and she starts melting at the sweet way sevika is begging for more.

but this raises a question: does she deserve more, or has she acted up too much to deserve it? should mel stop everything to make sure her girlfriend gets what she wants, or should sevika just sit there and take it? mel ponders this, but her decision is made when she glances down to get a glimpse of sevika’s beautiful, sparkly eyes.

she’s not going easy. not tonight.

her hand travels up to gently grab sevika’s neck as her hips speed up. sevika’s clit catches on mel’s as mel rides her, her own chest rising and falling beneath the restraints. for a moment, sevika thinks mel is being nice to her, but she realizes that she’ll be in for a long night when mel doesn’t stop after she cums the first time. her orgasm washes over her like waves, heavy and deep, leaving her out of breath. but the stimulation keeps going as mel scoots off of her and starts to place kitten licks to her cunt.

sevika gasps at the feeling, and then whines when mel laughs at her. she tries to squirm away but she’s tied in place, and mel’s grip is too strong anyways. her clit is hard and stiff as mel sucks it into her mouth, thoroughly enjoying every whine and twitch it brings from her.

the worst part for sevika? mel is like a god when it comes to eating her out. she gets it so messy, kissing and sucking on her lips, occasionally stopping to spit on the top of her clit and watch it drip down into her hole. her perfectly arched lips working wonders while all sevika can do is sit there completely limp as her eyes roll back into her head.

“mel…” sevika pants, tears forming in her eyes as she feels another orgasm creeping up on her.

mel doesn’t respond, instead just humming and looking up at sevika as she tongues her clit.

“mmh, it’s too much. i didn’t mean to misbehave.” she cries, legs trembling as a mixture of wet arousal and squirt trailing down mel’s chin.

small splashes of her squirt spray out from her cunt as mel continues sucking on her clit, then she inserts two fingers slowly and steadily. sevika gasps and instantly clenches around mel’s fingers, tugging her arms down even harder. for a second, mel thinks the headboard might snap with the way she’s pulling so hard, but a quick slap to her swollen cunt grounds her and causes her to quit pulling.

sevika squirms underneath mel, cheeks glowing the faintest red as mel smiles down at her. the pain lasted only momentarily, and it was quickly overcome by a hot shock of pure pleasure. something dark clouds mel’s golden eyes as she stares down at sevika and her begging eyes, completely unable to close her legs.

“did you like that?” mel asks, although the answer is obvious.

sevika can’t even form words, she just stares up at mel and makes a sad attempt at nodding.

mel leans forward, glaring at sevika and taking her jaw in her hand. “use your words.” she demands.

her bright, silver eyes glance away from mel’s, but mel forces her to meet her gaze. “i— uh… yes.” she admits. deep, smooth voice shaking a little at the thought of mel continuing.

“good.” mel giggles, pressing a kiss to sevika’s nose.

then she sits up, placing herself between sevika’s legs, prepared to make her scream.

she starts with one gentle smack to her sore clit, which causes sevika to clench around nothing and squirm her hips. mel takes it easy at first, rubbing over the spot she hit softly until sevika is begging and dripping for more. then she goes at bit harder, bringing her hand down to sevika’s pussy with more force than the last until she’s whimpering louder than she ever has.

clear strings of arousal cling onto mel’s fingertips as she raises her hand again, so she smacks her even harder to make sevika even more wet. sevika winces as mel continues abusing her poor cunt, but can’t stop moaning at the feeling of yet another orgasm building up. she’s about to snap soon. mel knows this, of course, slapping and rubbing over her clit more aggressively, watching her cunt flutter.

sweat drips down sevika’s neck and pools on the pillow as she gets closer and closer, and she can feel her mind starting to grow fuzzy and blank. mel keeps going as sevika winces and squirms, and there’s a thick trail of cum and slick dripping onto the bed below her.

all it takes is one more slap before sevika is cumming, her cunt and thighs twitching as she grips the rope tying her hands together. time stops for her, all she can feel is white hot pleasure coursing through her veins for what felt like the millionth time that day. she gulps and gasps for air, feeling her cunt and inner thighs dampening from her cum. mel chuckles at her poor girlfriend, clearly overstimulated as she soaks her in her squirt. her eyes are practically heart shaped as she meets sevika’s soft and exhausted gaze.

“my love.” mel giggles. sevika takes a deep breath, lips quivering.

“untie me, please.” sevika begs. so mel does, gently unwrapping the rope from her wrists, tits, and legs, cutting some parts that are too stubborn to untangle.

the first thing sevika does when she’s free from her binds is dive forward and pin mel to the bed. they’re both slightly damp all over from a mix of cum, sweat, and tears, but neither of them care. sevika presses small kisses all over mel’s face as they both giggle and try to catch their breath together.

“mmh… i need a nap now.” sevika mumbles sleepily.

“let me give you a bath first, babe.” mel suggests, “i don’t want you to wake up sore.”

“i’ll fall asleep in the bath, though.” she frowns.

“no you won’t, i’ll let you grope me as much as you want and it’ll keep you awake.”

they both laugh at this, exhausted and in love and glued to each other. eventually, they’ll get up, once mel feels the drool leaking out of sevika’s mouth and wakes her up again. but for now, sevika will get her five more minutes of cuddles that she begged for earlier that morning.

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