#not long until he ends up naked but for his cravat

[plushieinsurgents]

"I am a FORCE of nature, TERRIBLE in my WRATH!"

... He's drunk :|

[m-jelly]

Subby Levi reply to @g0th1c-an0n

Subby Levi being tied up and getting a bit of loving attention and teasing from you.

You crouched down behind your naked husband. You ran your hands slowly down his thick warm arms, his muscles bulging without even clenching. You held his hands behind the back of the chair and smiled softly. You carefully wrapped his cravat delicatly around his wrists and tugged tightly when you were done.

You dragged your hands up his arms delicately making his hair stand on end. You smirked at the shiver that ran through him at your teasing touch. You massaged his shoulders, your fingers digging into his divine skin and muscle.

You moved your fingers up to his undercut and dragged your nails through it. You hummed a laugh at his soft sigh as you continued to scratch him a little. You kept moving your fingers until you reached his long strands. You tangled your fingers in his hair and gripped them.

You tugged Levi's head back causing him to release a deep guttural moan as he looked up at you. You admired the delicate blush on his cheeks, his blown-wide pupils with a small sliver of steel lining them were focused on you. You could see the desire, the hunger and the need for your love and attention.

You cupped his plump cheeks and caressed him. "Are the restraints okay?"

He whimpered at your soothing voice. "Yes."

You pressed a gentle kiss against his forehead. "Remember the safe word."

"Tea."

You smiled. "Good boy. Your pleasure is my priority." You massaged behind his ears. "Shall we get started?"

He moaned at you. "Please."

You released him and stalked around him, your heels thudding on the floor making Levi shiver in anticipation. You ran your fingers over him just a little before taking him all him.

Levi was naked on his seat, his legs parted just a little. His thick thighs flexed now and then as excitement ran through him. You lowered to your knees between his strong legs and admired your prize. Levi's balls were weighty and fall as they twitched and rested against the seat.

His thick shaft stood proud and erect before your eyes. A beautiful vein wrapped around him like a tantalizing vine. The curve of it was perfection in your eyes. Levi always filled your pussy up and stretched it just right. The curve pressed places that required attention. His tip was beautiful. It was full of blood and a stunning pink with a wonderful glistening precum.

You ran your hands along the top of his thighs and enjoyed how warm and soft his skin was. You kept moving your hands until they reached his small waist. You pressed your thumbs into his hips and enjoyed his deep moan. You tilted your head as your eyes traced the prominent v formation leading you to his package.

Your top teeth pressed into your bottom lip a little as you felt aroused. Your eyes scanned his black trimmed pubic hair that softly surrounded his cock. You admired the treasure trail of black hair coming from his pubic region and up to his belly button. You sighed when your eyes reached his soft-looking abs, like little baked buns of bread.

You looked up at your husband and found a treat. His lips were parted as he softly panted. His raven hair framed his face as he looked down at you. You smiled at his blown pupils locking on to you and watching every single action you made. You could see he was pleading with you to touch him.

You knelt up slowly, your lips getting closer and closer to your man's lips. You smiled a little when you stopped just a little shy of them. You giggled at his pleading whine. You knew very well your husband adored kisses. Denying him something he adored made him whine ever so sweetly.

You pressed your lips finally against his and enjoyed his revealed sigh through his nose. You pulled back as you licked your lips. "Good boy for waiting."

"Y-Yes, miss."

You massaged his hips slowly and purred at him. "Look at you. So eager and ready for me."

Levi released a deep moan. "Yes."

You shifted your hands to his thighs and kneaded the sensitive parts. You moved your fingers around his erection but never touched it. You smiled as he twitched and shifted in his seat. He leaned closer and softly blew air onto his tip causing a deep groan to rumble in Levi's chest.

You placed a loving kiss on Levi's tip and felt him buck just a little. "Mm, so hot, thick and ready." You sighed softly. "You have such a beautiful cock." You ran one finger down his shaft. "I adore your cock so much."

Levi moaned. "It's all for you. It always is."

You stood up in front of Levi and smiled. "What a treat for me." You straddled him and enjoyed his thighs as your seat. You shifted close to him and purred. "Well then, I better enjoy my nice treat."

He felt himself drooling as he gazed at you. "Yes, miss."

Your fingers danced on his pecs to his nipples. You traced around them slowly. "Tell me, my good boy, what do you want?"

He moaned. "For you to touch me."

You giggled as your thumbs rubbed his nipples. "Be specific."

He shivered and bucked a little. "M-My c-cock. P-Please, touch it."

You reached down and ran your fingers down him. "Like this?"

He gulped and whimpered. "M-More."

You wrapped your fingers around his thick and hard penis and enjoyed the warmth radiating from it. You slipped your other hand under his balls and cupped them. You hummed in delight at how weighty he was. You massaged his balls delicately but remained holding his dick.

Levi panted as he shook a little. "L-Love."

You smiled at him. "So heavy. Are your balls full of delicious cum for me?"

He nodded shyly. "Yes."

You leaned closer and sighed against his lips. You smiled as he tried to kiss you. You giggled at how needy he was. You hummed at him and kissed the corner of his mouth. "Patience."

He huffed. "Y-Yes, miss."

You grinned and started moving your hand up and down on his shaft. "Is this what you want?"

He leaned his head back and moaned to the ceiling. "Yes."

You leaned closer and sucked on his adam's apple. You smirked as his moan vibrated against your lips. You kissed up his neck before sucking on the bottom of his chin. You pulled back allowing him to look at you with eyes filled with love.

You smiled at him. "You look good wearing me."

Levi whimpered. "M-More."

You hummed a laugh. "I suppose I could mark you more." You kissed along his left collarbone. You sucked on his bone as he mewled at you. You pulled back and sighed. "You're being a very good boy."

He bucked a little in your hand as he moaned your name. "I am."

You stopped and gripped his hard penis. "Ah-ah. No moving. If you move, I stop."

He whined. "I'm sorry. Forgive me."

You smiled at his pleading look. You looked at his chest rising and falling in pleasure. "I'll forgive you."

Levi closed his eyes as he enjoyed your soft teasing touches. He smiled as your hand moved on his balls and pressed them just right. He adored how gentle and soft your touch was on his cock. He gripped part of his restraints and tugged on it as he fought the urge to buck into your hand.

He panted and huffed when you started to pick up the pace. He shivered in delight and squeezed his toes tightly. His eyes flew open when your tongue dragged up his neck. He panted and whimpered when you sucked on his adam's apple again. He relaxed into your touch and love.

He sighed as he began to relax a little, but you seemed to pick up on his change in demeanour. He grunted when you moved your hand faster on him. He panted heavily as he felt the need to cum building up inside of him. He was a little worried about cumming on himself and you, but he knew you'd take great care of him.

You pressed your thumb over his tip. "Were you about to cum?"

Levi groaned as he looked at you with pleading eyes. "Y-yes."

"Did I say you could?"

He shook his head. "N-No, miss."

You leaned closer to him, your lips dancing on his. "Soon." You lightly kissed his lips and began touching his tip.

Levi shifted and mewled as your lightly touched his sensitive tip. He panted as he squeezed his eyes tightly and tired to control himself. "Ah."

You hummed. "Look at me, my love."

He opened his eyes and gazed at you. His heart raced in his chest as he gazed at you. He gulped hard and licked his lips. He whimpered your name. "I love you."

You kissed him sweetly. "I love you." You moved your hand again on his shaft. "You ready to cum?"

He nodded and panted. "Mm, y-yes."

"You going to cum a lot for me?"

He moaned against your lips. "I am. I promise."

You moaned at him as you felt your arousal increase. You were soaking your panties at how incredible Levi looked, felt and sounded to you. "Good boy. You're such a good boy for me." You shifted on his thick thighs. "Cum for me. Give it to me."

Levi panted against your lips heating you up. "Ha, ha, ha, mm, ah. I'm g-gonna give you everything. Ah!" He felt you shifting on him meaning your pussy and clit wanted his attention. He wanted to give them attention. "I wish I was inside your hot pussy. I wish I was filling you with my cum."

You shivered at his words. "Later, my love. Later." You crashed your lips against his and kissed him. "I will look forward to it, but first cum for me."

A moan choked in his throat. "Ah! Fuck." He clenched his toes tightly. "Mm! Oh, fuck." He let out a long moan as cum shot up with force and landed on his pecs. He sighed in bliss as you kept pumping him and milking him of everything. His cum continued to spurt out of him and coat his abs and your hand. "Nngh."

You slowed your hand down and moaned. "So much. What a good boy you are." You kissed Levi and smiled against his lips. "Good boy."

Levi panted at you. "I am a good boy."

You lifted your hand up and gazed at his cum on you. "Mm," you licked the cum off "delicious." You giggled. "You did so well." You showered his face in kisses making Levi hum a laugh. "Well done."

"Thank you." He sighed. "Can I do this with you?"

"Of course!" You got up and released his wrists. "It's always fun when one of us is dominating." You walked to the bathroom and cleaned your hands before returning to Levi. You knelt in front of him and wiped his cum off. "How are you feeling?"

"Incredible." He blushed a bit. "I loved every moment. Maybe as a reward, I can eat you out?"

You leaned on his thighs. "You really love doing that, don't you?"

"I do." He smiled at the thought. "You taste so good and I can go for hours and hours. I can softly kiss your clit before sucking it. I can lick your pussy and touch you."

You giggled. "You are a wonderful husband."

He watched you stand up. "I just love you." He followed you into the bathroom. "You're a goddess to me." He slapped your bum hard making you jump and squeak. "Would you liked to be spanked and touched?"

You turned to him and linked your arms around his neck. "You know exactly what I love."

He lifted you and looked up at you. "I know my wife because I love my wife."

[sashi-ya]

Peppermint Sabo x F! Reader Day 3: NSFW - "Let it Snow, Let it Snow"

a/n: this day was requested by a lovely user via dm. I hope you enjoy darling and it brightens your day! love u 💖

tw: vag, oral, masturbation, rough. Fluffy ending. Based on the famous xmas song - Let it Snow.

wc: 1.3K

“(Name) thank you for the dinner! Goodnight!” your friends salute you one by one before leaving your home. It’s Christmas eve and you decided to throw a dinner for your friends. Luffy, Nami and Vivi, Robin and Franky, Zoro and Sanji, Usopp, Law, Chopper, Ace…

...and Sabo. The man you deeply love but seems not to catch a clue. Well, until tonight…

“Let me help you with cleaning, (Name)” the politics student tells you before leaving. “Oh it's ok, Sabo! Don’t worry. Plus, Ace and Luffy are already leaving” you tell him, even though you are jumping of joy inside. “I can walk back home after, is not a problem” he insists, picking up the multiple plates his brothers have used.

You smile subtly, Sabo is such a gentleman -even more than Sanji who is being carried out by Zoro because he got drunk with too much spiked eggnog -.

While you clean, Sabo leaves the plates next to you. You noticed he has rolled his sleeves up and has taken off his gloves. For the first time you are able to appreciate his soft milky hands, sprinkled with some little veins that go down from his forearms to the back of his hands.

“So… perfect” you mumble.

Sabo, who is as sweet as intelligent, looks at you with a soft smile… yet the flame of the fireplace reflects into his dark grey eyes. “Well I think we are all set now” he says, still smiling but fixing his eyes on yours. You aren’t sure if he wants you to tell him to stay or not, so you rehearse at light speed the words on your mind as he walks to the door.

He takes his long black jacket, gloves, and hat, while you nervously fidget your fingers behind him. “He definitely wants to leave” you think, putting up excuses to avoid being brave enough. The cold breeze from outside filters through the open door, a snowstorm has -blessed- your town tonight, and Sabo is gonna be freezing walking to his home.

“All right, thank you (Name). Wonderful meal!” he says, turning towards you, fixing his frilled cravat.

“You.. you are welcome… Sab…”

His hands around your waist, pulling you closer to him, his lips over yours.

All of a sudden.

Kissing you. Impulsively. Savagely.

The icy snowflakes that come from outside hit your faces and melt instantly over your burning skin. You pull him inside and close the door with a kick. The kiss breaks soon after, Sabo with a hand on your cheek, sight on your lips first and then into your eyes. A side smirk, so perfectly balanced in between romance and pure lust.

“Sabo… stay. The storm…”

“<Let it snow, let it snow…> right?” he sings, caressing your cheek with the soft leathery materials of his gloved thumb. You nod, and slowly slide his coat off. Sabo takes his hat off without taking his eyes off you. “It’s a little cold, right?” he mumbles. “Uhum…” you agree and grab his hand. “Let’s go next to the fireplace”.

He follows you to the living room, and even if the fire is slowly dying, it’s enough to tint the whole place with orange tones. The crackling sound of the woods burning and the smell of gingerbread from some cookies fills out the room.

Sabo passes his hands around your waist from behind, he places his chin over your shoulder, the fire burning light reflects over his eye burning scar. He moves slowly side to side, grazing his body against your back.

“Oh, the weather outside is frightful

But the fire is so delightful…”

He sings slowly, sexily whispering right into your ear.

“And since we've got no place to go

Let it snow… Let it snow… Let it snow... ”

The blonde takes his gloves off by pulling them sexily with his teeth. His now naked hands travel under your shirt, grazing up your belly with soft palms, until your clothes are off you. He squeezes your breasts, while biting the shell of your ear.

One of his playful hands slides inside your jeans, reaching for your wet spot. “So wet already?” he asks and places a kiss over your shoulder. You can feel his devilishly smile on your skin when all of a sudden his fingers reach your clit.

“Sabo!” you gasp. “Hum? What’s wrong?” he asks, pressing harder, tracing circles on your special spot. You squirm around his hand, grazing your ass against his now hard erection. “Wanna make it harder?” he asks, laughing at your unstoppable movements. “Y-yes…” you stutter, wanting to feel not only his hand, but also his hard dick in between your legs.

“Good, then” he tells you all of a sudden and turns you around. “Kneel” he commands, and you widen your eyes. Since when did Sabo act like this? you ask yourself because he is usually so calm and moderate… who would have known he really was hiding this?

You obey right away, hands on each side of his hips, gloating at how he unbuckles his belt and lowers his zipper. Freed member, dripping and throbbing, presented in front of you like a candy cane you would love to lick until next Christmas.

And so you do, first savoring the tip and then the whole shaft. Up and down, cheeks stretched from his length, gagging whenever he decides to pull your hair to move your head faster.

"Good girl…" he grunts, and you are sure he is gonna cum sooner than later. But he doesn't, he doesn't want to yet. Sabo helps you stand up and pulls from your hand towards the couch. He flops into it and looks at you up and down. "Undress for me first..." he whispers, and you do as tell. Slowly and sexily you take your jeans off, enjoying Sabo’s blushed cheeks as he jerks off looking at your little table dance.

He pats his lap, calling you after with a beckoning finger. You straddle your hips over his crotch, feeling the stickiness and warmth of his dick against your wet entrance.

Moving your hips back and forth, stimulating the both of you, kissing and biting lips.

"Enough with the grazing, let me fuck you deep" Sabo says, slowly loosing himself in the need to penetrate you. "Fuck me deep, Sabo" you whisper, already aligning his shaft to your entrance. And you let yourself fall over it, allowing him to fill you up so deep.

You jump over him, once, twice, more and more. Breathing into your mouths, grunting, and moaning. Sabo's hands pressing your ass against him as he lifts his hips on and on. Foreheads pressed, pouting to reach the other's lips.

Sabo then pushes you softly, your back is now over the couch, and he is still in between your legs. From sitting to missionary in a single motion. You cross your legs on his back, Sabo kisses you while giving you deep, rough thrusts.

"I wanted this for so long, babe" he mumbles, lips pressed on the crook of your neck.

"I… me too… Sabo… I have a crush on you" you unwillingly confess. "Me too, baby… me too" he tells you, every thrust hitting the tempo with what he says those words.

And just like that, climax after climax your bodies finally drift into exhaustion…

"Merry Christmas, babe. I'm glad there was a snowstorm tonight" Sabo whispered, kissing your forehead as you sleep comfortably and warm surrounded by his embrace… ♥️

[heybeybey]

Of Bank Robberies and Math Lessons

@petra-realsnk shared on the Rivetra Writers discord a badass cottagecore outfit with a rifle for Petra and for some reason it reminded me of this fic idea I've had for sometime.

So here, have this drabble of Robinhood-type Criminal Petra x Elementary Math Teacher Levi because I want Levi in glasses and badass Petra Ral.

Also also, if you're curious why I chose math, there was one scene in the Junior High anime where Levi scored a high grade in the subject. Big brain, big dick. Just Petra's type

Word count: 1,369

Summary: She comes in and out of his life, but with how she's making a difference, he finds that he didn't really mind.

"You're here." He almost drops the math book in his hand when he sees a flash of ginger hair in the alleyway.

"Missed me, sir?" Petra teases, pulling on his cravat to lead him a bit further into the alley and away from from the prying eyes of school kids.

Levi shivers at that, huffing as he pushes the bridge of his glasses up to see her clearly. He takes in her white corset top, flowing dark red skirt and leather boots. She has a brown hooded cape on and he notices that the rifle gun on her side might be the reason for that. He notes how her outfit absolutely just screams Petra—feminine and dainty but still a spark that's waiting to burn.

He missed her, and he doesn't wait to lean down to capture her lips in a desperate kiss, an arm encircling her petite waist to pull her closer. It's been two weeks since he'd last seen her and he's taking every moment he can get to compensate for that.

"Tea?" she asks breathlessly and with a stupid smile on her face. He'd already dismissed his students and Levi was planning to grade papers back in his apartment, but he knows he can't deny her when they rarely even see each other.

He shrugs. "Why not."

- -

"So... how are your students?" He doesn't look up from his task as he answers Petra, content to just work while he basks in the presence of his girlfriend. They're currently in one of his favorite tea shops, with him grading papers and her sipping on her tea under her hood.

"Stupid as ever. There's this kid who I've been tutoring one-on-one for weeks now and he still keeps failing," he rants. "All he talks about are the titans outside the walls. I don't get paid enough for this bullshit."

"You should relax more, Levi." She reaches out, suddenly grabbing the glasses from the bridge of his nose while he was in the middle of encircling a student's final score. He gives out a "tch" in annoyance, moving to take the glasses back from her but just sighs when he sees that she's wearing it just to tease him. Petra looks so adorable cheekily smiling in his glasses that he almost allows her to have it for a little longer.

"I would but if you're surrounded by imbeciles, it's hard not to pop a vein."

"Cut them some slack, Levi. They're 10 years old."

"I was already forced into child labor when I was 11 years old, just so you know." He quips. Petra just rolls her eyes at that.

"Maybe if you loosen up a little, they wouldn't be so scared to actually ask you things they don't understand," Petra scolds lightly.

- -

They were lying naked on his bed, bodies covered in freshly-laundered sheets and breaths panting as they bask in their afterglow, when she drops the bomb.

"I wanted to say goodbye, Levi."

He's no stranger to this, to Petra popping in and out of his life. To be frank, he wasn't even that bothered. He does miss her whenever she'd disappear for weeks on end. Sometimes he'd start to worry if she was still even alive, only for her to pop back in, cheerfully greeting him with a "Hi Levi!" and peppering kisses all over his face.

Well-intentioned she and her group may be, Levi's pretty sure he's fucked up in the head for being smitten over a criminal the first time she robbed the bank while he was making a personal deposit.

Looking back, she may have been as smitten as he was. It turns out she popped up outside of the school he's teaching in two days after to introduce herself.

"The fuck are you doing here?" He eyes her suspiciously. Levi scans his surroundings, trying to find something that he can use against her in case she tries anything. He can't risk his students' safety.

"Wow, you're more paranoid now than when I placed a gun on your head and demanded you to put your hands up back in the bank." she replies, amused.

"Hmm. Well, as long as you don't miss our anniversary-"

"I meant for real." Levi's throat closes up at her words before he can even find the guts to say anything. "We'll be in Mitras tomorrow and we're taking on a big mission."

Petra looks away before continuing. "If we're successful, the money we'll be able to get is insane. Enough to feed all the kids in the Underground for at least a few months."

"I don't get it. You've been doing this for years. What makes this one different?"

"It's a heavily guarded bank in the capital, Levi. We heard that the establishment's been thriving on dirty money." She shrugs. "Thought we'd give it back to the people, as usual."

"Are you seriously going to die on me? You?"

Petra's musical laughter rings through the room.

"No, dummy. If I died, how will we give it to those that need it the most?" she said, but her voice takes on a morose tone. "But we heard the owners have a high position close to the crown. I'll be in hiding until who knows when. Most of our contacts who've dealt with them before disappeared after just a week or two."

Petra fully turns to him, eyes soft. "I just... I don't want you to get mixed up in anything."

Levi bitterly looks away from her sad amber eyes. "So you're just going to leave me. In case you don't remember Petra, I can protect myself."

She cups his cheek at that, running a thumb from the corner of his eye to his cheekbone.

"I know that," she says. "But you must also know that I'd protect you whenever and however I could. Doing this is the only way I can guarantee your safety."

He suppose he should've seen this coming. What did he expect? For him to come home from work and find Petra sitting around back in this apartment as his housewife? The military police would find her in a heartbeat if she stayed in one place for so long. And with a portfolio of bank robberies and noble hostages under her belt, he doubts she'd get less than a decade behind bars, even if she'd never committed anything as serious as murder.

A part of him wanted to come with her. It's not like he didn't have experience. He'd been in and out of juvy for most of his teenage years, but he also knows that he wouldn't make Petra happy that way.

As illegal as their methods may be, Petra and her group are actually making a difference. Significantly more than the government who promises that "they're for the people". He'd heard stories of how she'd help expose corrupt official, then funnelling the man's dirty money to a dying hospital in a village within Wall Rose instead. He'd heard small family businesses getting another chance because wads of cash just showed up on their doorstep, giving them enough capital to start anew. And those are just a few in the three years that they've been doing this.

He decides to savour this moment with her instead, taking in her amber orbs staring up in content at him. He tugs on a ginger strand of hair and runs it lovingly down his two fingers. Even if he tries to convince her, Petra was made for greater (albeit a tad bit fucked up) things.

"I.." He gulps, trying to find the courage to finally say those words because this may be his last chance. Levi sees her giving him a soft look, her hand running up his bare back to pull him closer.

Petra understands, beating him to it. "I love you too, Levi."

[levi-lover]

Even though it isn't Thursday, here's a Thirsty Thursday for you. Headcannon Levi, Erwin, Hange, and Mike. It's been a long hard day and they are frustrated to no end and you comed into the room, naked and ask them to fuck you absolutely senseless.

i love this idea so much!! i love this trend so much ty for the request ✨😌

levi:

omg levi would be a blushing mess, he doesn’t have a high sex drive but the thrill of seeing your naked body when he wasn’t expecting would immediately put him in the mood

you entered the room as he was taking a sip of his tea when he looked at you he choked on his tea and a bit slipped out of his mouth, staining his crisp shirt

he’d try to play it cool but the growing blunge in his pants would give him away

“levi, i need you to fuck me” you moaned as you caressed your body

levi’s cheeks flushed a deep red, “tsk, needy brat.”

“really? you don’t want me” you taunted

you could see him slowly lose his cool

he rolled his eyes and point to the couch

you sat down, legs spread and beaconed him to come to you, “levi, i miss you.”

“you’re insufferable,” he muttered and quickly removed his cravat and jacket

he proceeded to walk to you and fuck you merciless against the couch, “is this what you wanted, brat?” he moaned out

after you both came, he stayed in your arms and took a power nap, he always felt safer in your arms <3

hange:

okay i feel like it would be a constant completion to see wow could surprise who, this is 100% something hange would do their s/o

when hange gets in the zone there’s little to nothing to bring them back, recently things have gotten worse and hange’s been irritable and distant

you’d spent the last hour telling to come to bed, each time they responded, “just a few more minutes”

you’d had enough, it was time for plan b

you stepped into their office, closed the door and called out, “hange, are you ready to quit now?”

“just a little bit long-“ they looked at you and dropped their pen. their mouth slightly gapped and a twinkle in their eyes.

“oh so that’s why you need me?” hange smirked, “i guess, this report could wait.”

hange walked over to you and pushed you against the wall, you stripped hange of their clothes as they kissed your bare chest

with each kiss the thought of the report on their desk became less and less important

erwin

i’m sorry but you’re not getting a reaction out of this man, nothing could phase him, i mean the armored titan shifted next to him and it was like a summer breeze to this man but i think it would go like this:

erwin had spent all day at his desk, the sun had sent a long time ago but his role of commander demanded lot of him mentally and emotionally

you were impatient and needed him

you wrapped yourself in the silk robe erwin had gotten you, completely bare underneath the fabric

you padded your way to his office and knocked on his door, “commander, it’s me”

“come in” came a deep voice from the room

as you closed the door behind you, you undid your rope, it whipped lightly through the air as it fell to the ground

“commander, you’ve been working so hard today, i miss you” you pouted

he looked up from his papers, he raised an eyebrow, “is that so?”

you nodded sensually, “yes, sir, i need your cock real bad”

he chucked, “i guess we should do something about that”

you strutted over to erwin and he sat you on his desk

he began sucking every inch of your body until you were begging for him to fill you up

he fucked you against the desk, the stress of the day seemed like a bad memory to him

after you both came, he panted into your ear, “this was exactly what i needed”

mike:

mike is normally super observant and tender with plus he worships your body like 24/7 and wants to fuck you as much as possible but sometimes work can get overwhelming and he’ll lose himself in the work

today had been especially rough so you thought of something special

when mike arrived home, he called out your name but got nothing in return

he slumped and dragged himself to the couch

you pranced into the room wearing nothing but a pair of black heels

his eyes brightened as he took you in. “damn, you look amazing” mike said

he pulled off his shirt with one arm, revealing his toned chest and began unbuttoning  his pants

you walked over to him and sat on his bare lap, “wanna make you feel so good” you whispered into his ear

your voice was like music to his ears

“is that so?” he teased as he grabbed your ass and kissed your neck

as you worked your magic, the stress and frustration dissipated and felt nothing but joy with you

[londonfog-chan]

The Trans!Reader x Jonathan Joestar That No One Asked For But is Getting Anyway Because Fuck Convention: Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy

This one goes out to all my people who requested a Trans!Reader insert on my other blogs, I’m trying to test the waters with this one to make sure I’m doing it justice. No one should ever have to feel bad about themselves and I want this to be my love letter to all of my trans folks out there.

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At first, she didn’t recognize the young man standing alone on the hill. Maybe you’d been chased off by him, and she worried when she saw your box in his hand. Heartbroken, thinking that your treasure had been commandeered by a brute. But the wind betrayed the boy, billowing locks of hair and instantly she broke out into a run, the turquoise fabric of her dress flaring out behind her as she hitched up her skirts, her blonde hair trailing behind her like a cape.

“I am here!” she called your name, and when the young man turned she saw the friend she’d known since infancy.

“Oh my!” the lightest dusting of pink tinges her cheeks as she skids to a halt directly in front of you. “You look… Dashing! Such fanciful clothes.”

“I had to make an impression darling.” You reply, smiling shyly and holding a hat box closely to your chest. “My brother won’t miss the trousers nor the blouse, but the shoes… They’re far too big for me. And… And I’m unsure how to tie the cravat...”

“Don’t fret, I can fix it for you! Look, I’ve even brought some things for you to pin up your hair. We’ll have you all primped in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.”

Like a mother, Erina Pendleton takes you between her knees on the grassy knoll. Armed with a brush and a coil of ribbon, she pulled and twisted your snarled tangles up and away from your face. You obediently pulled a man’s cap out of the hatbox and over your head as Erina finished with your hair and took your shoes off, pulling stockings from her basket and stuffing your shoes until they fit snugly when she tied the laces.

“Oh…” she smiles when she’s done, and for some reason it makes your heart tingle the slightest bit.

“What do you think?” you ask.

“I think… I think you’re positively handsome, and you seem to be less tightly wound. Especially around the eyes.”

You’re unsure of how you look, so you can’t say for certain that you feel the clothes have done anything to make you less of a wreck emotionally. Raising your arms over your head, you look at your shoes, the cravat Erina showed you how to tie around your neck, the tweed trousers. Everything is in muted colors, not a stitch of brightness to be seen save for the handkerchief peeping from your breast pocket. When you stole the clothes from the discarded trunk your brother left behind before he went to India, you felt exhilarated, frightened at the prospect of getting caught and possibly taking a switch for your boldness. Yet when your mother caught you taking them, she merely laughed and told you they wouldn't fit your brother even if you decided to fix them up, but if you wanted some play clothes they were more than adequate to serve that purpose. You decidedly felt deflated, a bit hurt she didn't really do anything and dismissed you as though you were an eccentric child playing at a game instead of a young man trying to come into his own. But you do feel something now that Erina has fixed you up… almost airy. And she is right, you don’t feel the strain around your eyes anymore. After a while however, you begin to squirm, indeed feeling something but not the freedom nor the personal acceptance you've been trying to achieve.

“My trousers chafe me so!” you complained. “Have they not managed to figure out a finer weave of fabric for the warmer months?!”

“Stop scratching! You’re being so vulgar!" Erina whines, but it does nothing to deter you from reaching into the band of your pants and scratching violently everywhere.

"Damn and blast!"

"Sophisticated gentlemen don't reach into their drawers and scratch in front of a lady!" she scolds, "You said you want to unleash the gentleman inside you, what would he say to this display?”

“Well right now the gentleman inside me wants me to tend to the war raging on my buttocks!”

Erina cries your name, begging you to stop scratching your rear end with a ferocity that nearly makes you roar in frustration. It does take quite a long time for you to relent, damning the conventions of polite society all the way and using rough language that the poor girl has unfortunately become accustomed to. For a while you complain some more about the clothes, the societal expectation to be covered at all times, the fact that neither gender is truly free of their own volition, and the revolution you wish to start for a society that is nothing short of anarchy.

"Everyone will be allowed to run stark naked if they wish to, or to be draped in silks and I'll make all these pompous aristocrats provide every necessity. I grow weary of hearing the necessities of decorum every five minutes when I simply wish to fulfill a human need!"

“Now, now…” Erina coos gently, brushing blades of grass from your trousers. “Look here, you’ve unsightly grass stains.

"If I must return to my flouncing hell I'll take care of it later." you told her. "Grass stains speak to a boy that craves adventure. An Odysseus!"

"I'm sure it does." she giggles. "But all this talk of treasure, we still haven’t taken care of the most important part.”

“… I’d nearly forgotten about that. Let me get her for you…”

You finally relinquish the tight hold you’ve been keeping on your hat box, slowly opening the lid and reaching in with both hands. Cradling your treasure as though it’s a child, you rock your precious doll back and forth, smoothing the cascading brown curls down and fixing her skirts. It takes a while for you to let go. You don’t want to let the poor thing go. She is far beyond a play thing, she was your bearer of the most heartfelt confessions and tears, the first to know of your beginning metamorphosis back when you feared Erina would call you horrific names if you told her your most guarded secret.

Now, when you look up at Erina, you know you’ve made the right decision to trust her. She scoots closer to you as you tremble, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and not once making a move to steal the doll from your grasp. In fact, she doesn’t presume to take it until you offer it to her, and then she treats it as though she is receiving a holy relic.

“Please…” you beseech your best friend, “Give her a good home, with plenty of love and affection. She likes to sleep beside your pillow in her box, and her favorite holiday is Easter, her favorite food is spice cake…”

“You can trust me, my dearest friend. I promise to take very good care of Aphrodite for you.”

Slender fingers reached forward to stroke your cheek, clearing away the tears that have fallen for the poor doll you relinquished. As she cleans your face, she tells you the doll will never leave her sight, fully prepared to cater to her every whim as though she's a princess and not made of wax. Yet Erina is right. You mustn’t cry. It’s only for a little while that Erina will have her, until you’re grown up and have a house of your own to keep your possessions. Unsure of your parent's reaction when you finally decide that they need to know they've lost a daughter and obtained a son, you told Erina it's better to keep Aphrodite away lest she is destroyed. You promised your dolly she'd be safer with Erina those nights you cuddled her, seeking reassurance from the persecution you knew you’d face from the rest of the world.

“When I’m a grown man, I’ll be a renowned physician.” You asserted aloud. “I’ll have a big house, millions of books, my piano, and I’ll play Aphrodite’s favorite songs for her every single day. If I am not accepted, then that will be fine. No family will be permitted to enter my abode except for you, my dearest Erina. We will have twenty dogs apiece, and I shall give them only the strongest names from Greco Roman literature.”

“Twenty apiece?!” Erina exclaimed. “Don’t you think that’s a mite excessive?”

“Not at all, in fact I think that’s hardly a proper minimum requirement for a house.”

All this talk of dogs and estates with room for a man and his doll makes you excited, and you cannot help but take your borrowed handkerchief from your pocket to wipe your face. The wind evidently shared your sentiments, as the minute you loosened your grip the scrap of fabric floated away on a gust that made you clutch your hat for fear of losing it.

“Oh no!” Erina whimpered. “I hand embroidered that handkerchief!”

“A thousand pardons darling! I’ll fetch it back!” you cried, and you’re up and running before she can stop you.

As you chased the scrap of fabric, you couldn’t help but feel elated. There was no tug at your waist that made your insides hurt and your breathing shallow, no skirts to trip you and confine you to a chair where you practiced the same stitch over and over until your fingers felt they would break. None of the insecurity and strangeness at inhabiting a body that did not feel like it belonged to you. You only felt the wind at your face, the hard earth below your brother’s shoes as you ran… No longer did you feel trapped, like a lion pacing a tiny cage in the circus.

You felt elated at last. As though finally, after all this time, you were living your truth.

It was Erina’s screams that finally snapped you from your euphoria. Pocketing the runaway handkerchief, you began your course back to the grassy knoll where you left her, fearing the worst when you heard her crying out “please! Please put her down!” Your heart sank. Not only was your dearest friend being assaulted, but her tormentor evidently had commandeered Aphrodite because there was only one other “her” that Erina could be referring to. She never referred to you in the old way anymore, not since your confession.

You made it just in time to see a young man being beaten to the ground, two other snot nosed brats, had commandeered Aphrodite and you heard talk of them going to lift up her skirts to see if she'd been made with all the right parts…

And the last thing you remembered was seeing red, absolutely seething with rage as you put a shoe up the ass of one of the boys and nearly launched Aphrodite into Erina’s arms. All the frustration, all the anger you felt your entire life of living a life that wasn’t yours, it came out in the form of an unchecked feral response that made the boys cry out for mercy as they left you, Erina, and the downtrodden young man alone. By the time you'd let them go, they could only hobble off pathetically. In your rage you vaguely recalled screaming to them that perhaps you'd check if they'd been given all the right parts, one of the boys had taken your brother's shoe to the groin and was being dragged along by his companion. Your face was dripping with sweat and tears, and your hands were sore and bloody. The blonde didn’t know who to comfort first, but when your eyes befell on the strapping young lad she too went to his aid.

“Don’t touch me!” he whined. “I didn’t do it for you, you know! A gentleman should always stand for a damsel in distress!”

“… then I suppose a thank you is in order for me?”

The words are out of your mouth before you can stop yourself. Even you're shocked at the personality you've assumed in your new clothes. With little effort your voice has become commanding, a general's voice that is full of conviction. Your stance is confident, centered, alone in your room you often perused illustrations in books of the matadores from Spain and admired the way they carried themselves in the charcoal drawings. Compared to the uptight men of this era, you swore to yourself you'd reject the stiffness of aristocracy and instead would carry yourself as unyielding as a man facing a bull. The young man looks up at you, crimson with rage, shaking and nose streaming carmine down his face. He and Erina have the same bewildered and intimidated expression, and he flinches but does not lash out when you heave him to his feet. He finally bolts from the clearing, insulting you as though you’re the one that beat him to a pulp, and for quite some time you and Erina stare after his retreating form.

"You brute!" he whimpers as he runs away.

“Who in the blue hell…” you begin, and you see Erina approaching with an unfamiliar handkerchief in hand to wrap your bloody knuckles.

Through the blood, the two of you manage to read the words “Jonathan Joestar”, looking back at the expanse of land where the boy had run off to even more confused and left with far more questions than answers.

But one thing is certain and you loathe it to be the first thought you have in your emergence into boyhood: this Jonathan Joestar fellow is the most handsome man you've ever seen in your life.

[seeroftodayandtomorrow]

A Musical Affair

Chapter 10

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It was a good thing he had asked Lady St. James for her help, Blaine decided, despite the awkwardness on his side that had persisted for a good while of their otherwise enjoyable and productive meeting. She had been moved into society so recently that she remembered all the rules, and was free-spirited enough to be willing to bend them on occasion.

"I am a married woman," she said, "that means I am an acceptable chaperone for any unmarried young lady we will want to attend. It will be respectable enough at least for anyone you might want to invite."

After a minute or so, Blaine just left the whole thing to her, merely nodding and offering the occasional remark, silently impressed by how quickly she was grasping the essence of his plan, even if he didn't have the courage to name it.

"Your—former—estate is quite close to the town Mr. and Mrs. Evans moved to. We will invite them. It will be nice to see them again."

Blaine nodded gladly. He remembered he had gotten along quite well with Mr. Evans.

"Now," Rachel continued, looking up from the notes she had made. "You will want to invite Kurt."

Blaine nodded sheepishly. Inviting Kurt—possibly spending time with Kurt, in an environment where he would feel safe—was his main objective for the house party, in addition to helping Sebastian. Not that he'd admit that.

"You will have to give him a reason to be there, except for you," Rachel said bluntly.

Blaine was hurt by that, but he knew she was right. Kurt would never leave the city, possibly missing any paid performances, just to spend time with him.

"We could make it a musical party," he suggested hesitantly. "Sebastian enjoys music as well. We could find a way for Kurt to earn some money, some way he would accept.  Maybe....we could teach Sebastian how to dance. Can Kurt...can he play the piano?"

"Not as well as you," she answered. "But if you are the dance teacher, you can't very well provide the music as well. It might suffice. We could also rehearse for a little concert we could give at the end of the week, for the local gentry and the tenants. It would serve to make the new Earl of Dalton known to them."

"We could pay him to sing," Blaine said, excited. "Well. Sebastian could." And Sebastian would. Kurt's fee would be a mere trifle to him, and Blaine knew he had more or less free hand when it meant he could accompany Sebastian to Dalton.

In the end, they wrote invitations to the most consistent of Lady St. James's guests, who they also thought could serve some purpose at Dalton.  Those were, in addition to Mr. and Mrs. Evans, whom they invited just for the pleasure of their company, Miss Pierce, who was a very good dancer, and her house guest and constant companion Miss Lopez. The two were inseparable, and Miss Lopez had a sharp tongue that fit Sebastian's. They might match or clash horribly, there was no way to tell—but Blaine decided it would do Sebastian some good to meet someone who gave as good as she got.

That, they decided, would have to suffice, as Miss Cohen-Chang's protective parents would never let her go to the country on her own, and Mr Puckerman's presence would disturb their dynamic too much.

That left Kurt. Blaine didn't quite know how to invite him, since they would make it a business thing, but Lady St. James wrote a short note, to be copied by Sebastian or his secretary, requesting Mr. Hummel's services as pianist and singer for a small house party and concert, for the fee of twenty pounds. Another invitation to Blaine himself, to show to his grandmother, and they were done for the day.

He had to count it as success, Blaine decided, that Kurt had deigned to accept sharing a carriage with him. Kurt had agreed to come to Dalton, though he had quickly deduced that the whole thing had been Blaine and Rachel's idea.  He had not been too happy about that, but Blaine thought (well, hoped, really), that it had nothing to do with Kurt not wanting to see him, but rather the fact that Kurt had Principles, with capital P, that would usually not allow him to mix business with pleasure.

Blaine's grandmother, as predicted, had been torn between not wanting Blaine to go with such disreputable company, to the estate that should have been his, and realizing that the disreputable company was too rich and important to slight. Blaine's mother had barely managed to conceal her delight with Blaine's luck in making such friends, and also her own good fortune in visiting several balls and parties on her own.

The only flaw in his current situation, Blaine thought guiltily, was that Lady St. James was to travel with them in the carriage, at least until it was time to change to the post. It was just it was so cozy in the carriage, with the curtains drawn closed, Kurt sitting across him on the bench, his long legs occasionally brushing his own. He longed to change his seat to beside Kurt, under some pretext or none, and pull him into his arms. If it wasn't for Lady St. James, they would have complete privacy for two hours at least, and after their too-long separation, that was something Blaine wished for very much.

They talked little as the carriage made its way through town to the St. James's house, and suddenly Blaine was afraid.

They had never talked about...about what they were. He had no idea what Kurt felt for him, if anything. He had no idea what Kurt wanted from him, if—his thoughts were interrupted when Kurt's long legs tangled with his. At the same moment, he realized they had passed Rachel's townhouse without stopping.

"What-" he said as he looked to Kurt and saw his grin that could be called nothing less than mischievous.

"I thought it would be nice to have some time alone," Kurt said. "So I arranged for Rachel to have urgent things to talk about with Miss Lopez and Miss Pierce."

Blaine couldn't help it then—he stumbled over to Kurt's side just as the carriage hit a hole in the road, so he landed almost in Kurt's lap. He took just the time to arrange himself a little more comfortable, and then finally, finally kissed Kurt with all the pent-up longing of the last few weeks.

He had no idea how much time had passed or where they were on their journey when they finally stopped kissing. At some point, he had loosened Kurt's cravat in order to have better access to his neck, and Kurt had pushed his hands under Blaine's shirt to clutch at the naked skin of his back, so his shirt was pulled partway out of his breeches.

Kurt pulled away from him. "No more of that," he said. "I'd like to get myself back together before we stop for lunch and to change to the post. It must be time for that soon."

Blaine nodded reluctantly and tried to dress as best he could in the close confinements of the carriage. His shirt was crumpled, he found, but fortunately, nobody expected of travelers to look impeccable, and Sebastian was sure to loan him a valet. He snuck a glance at Kurt and was surprised to see him smiling at him.

"You now," Kurt said, "I cannot approve of your scheming to get me to come to Dalton with you....but I'm glad you did."

"In my defense, you are really there to do a job. We all are, more or less. But—I won't deny a big part of the idea was to get to be with you, where we'll be safe."

"Safe? It will be such a small group, much harder to hide -"

"Sebastian—Lord Dalton—he's like us. In that regard. He's very open about it. I had to teach him about caution."

"You taught someone about caution."

"Well, it's not like I dragged to somewhere into an alley. I can be cautious. Anyway, he—he won't mind. And he won't tell. Well, and Lady St. James knows anyway, so that only leaves the others, and the servants. But if, for example, our rooms where adjacent which I'm sure I could arrange..."

"You are even more deviant than I expected." It sounded like a rebuke, but Kurt was smiling.  "So if, say, you were to visit me in my room for a nightcap, and then happened to...stay a little longer than planned...."

"As long as I took care to be back in my own bed before sunrise, nobody would be the wiser."

They looked at each other and smiled, but in a few moments, Blaine was serious again. "We can have this, Kurt. Will you let us have it?"

Before Kurt could answer, the carriage came to a halt, and a look out of the little window proved it was time to them to break for lunch, and afterwards change to the post.

Lunch was simple fare, and there was no opportunity to continue talking, because shortly after them, the ladies arrived and sat with them. Afterwards, in the post, all of them squeezed together in the carriage to avoid having to sit with strangers. They did have a good time, but for Blaine at least, the unique pleasure this journey had brought was over for now. Still, he did have a smile fixed on his face that came from the knowledge that Kurt wanted to be with him.

When they finally arrived at Dalton, they were as tired and malcontent as any traveler, but their short ride to the house in a carriage sent by Sebastian that was much better sprung than the post, and the prospect of a good dinner soon made them smile again. Although, if Blaine was honest, he was especially looking forward to that point some time after dinner, when everyone would retire. That point might not come until late—even in the country, Sebastian would probably not keep country hours—but however late it would be, and even if they were too tired for anything else, he would sleep in Kurt's arms tonight.

It was strange, standing in front of the house he had loved so much as a child, with the knowledge it was not his anymore and would never be his again. For a moment, he had the distinct feeling he should be the one welcoming his guests – but then he looked at the guests and again, relished the freedom he would never have as an earl. A short moment of awkwardness arose when the butler opened the door and it was his own butler. He remembered Sebastian saying he had not replaced any of the staff—but somehow, he had not thought so far as to realize that would mean he knew them all.

"Figgins," he said, still startled, and the butler allowed himself a rare smile.

"Master Blaine. Mr. Anderson, I mean. Please come in. His lordship awaits you."

Sebastian, when he arrived a moment later, was at his most correct, Blaine felt. His smile was more stiff than welcoming, his posture so upright it seemed unnatural, his speech stilted. Blaine hoped dearly that that would change, or else his first house party would go down in history as the most dull affair ever given.

Fortunately, there was Miss Pierce. In her unique way, she asked Sebastian a lot of questions that were intrusive, but asked too innocently to be considered offensive. Sebastian was bemused at first, but by the time they were called to dinner, he had given up any attempt at formality. When, over dessert, he and Miss Lopez began insulting each other with enthusiasm, Blaine felt one of the things he'd have to teach Sebastian was to find a middle ground.

First, though, there was another thing he had to talk about. As soon as the ladies retreated after dinner and Kurt went to the restroom, he approached Sebastian to ask him for adjacent rooms for himself and Kurt. Sebastian, however, started talking first. "Well, what delightful people you have brought me, brother. Especially that Mr. Hummel. He is very attractive, if a bit taciturn. But to be honest, it's not conversation I want from him."

[solohux]

If you're still taking prompts? A Kylux period au, either regency or Victorian? Lord Hux of Anarkis manor and I can't decide between Lord Ren or valet Ren. Or a plot for that matter. A scandalous love affair between peers or the lord of the manor chasing after a coquettish servant? I leave everything in your capable hands... I just ask both men wear tight, form fitting clothing please 😍

As the afternoon begins to lose its battle and evening takes over with asubtle pink glow in the sky over Arkanis Manor, Lord Armitage Hux knows that itis time to begin readying himself for his dinner party. As usual, there’s beenan overwhelming positive response to the invitations he sent out to dignitariesand notable aristocrats almost a month ago, and he’s been drowning in prep eversince.

Luckily for Lord Hux, his head valet is of tremendous help.

“Where is Ben?” Lord Hux asks a passing butler, smiling as he eyes thesparklingly clean glasses upon the serving tray in his hands.

“He is in your dressing room, my Lord,” the butler nods courteously. “Hepassed by not too long ago with your new regalia in tow.”

“Thank you.”

Hux ascends the grand, winding staircase up to where his privatedressing room sits on the fourth floor of his manor house, his hands twitchingin excited anticipation that grows in intensity with each step he takes. He should be eager to see the new,expensive attire that has finally arrived from the best tailor in the countrybut that is secondary in his mind. His handsome manservant is top, dominatingHux’s thoughts since he last saw him yesterday morn.

Just as the butler said, the young valet is busy in Lord Hux’s candle-litdressing room, preparing the Lord’s clothes for tonight’s dinner party. He hashis back to the door as Hux enters, busy brushing any imperfections from thenavy tailcoat that hangs upon a hook on the wall, so Hux allows himself a treatand lets his gaze wander down Ben’s body, from the dark, wispy curls of hishair down to where his emerald tailcoat hugs his hips and hides the way hiscream breeches fit so snugly around his ass cheeks. Hux finds himself blushingin Ben’s mere presence, constantly overwhelmed at the man’s handsomeness.

“My Lord Hux,” Ben turns, finally, a small smile on his lips as he bows respectfullybefore the master of the manor. He brushes his hands down his tailcoat andfluffs his black neckcloth to perfection; he always wants to look his best for Hux. “Forgive me. I didn’t hearyou enter.”

Hux smirks and closes the door behind him, twisting the lock slowly tosilence its click as much as he can before replying, “You needn’t apologise. Iwas admiring the view.”

The pair meet in the middle of the room in a few quick steps, embracingeach other underneath the chandelier to kiss, at last. Hux can’t help but moan,having craved Ben’s lips since they parted ways yesterday morning. He slideshis hands down Ben’s back, feeling his strong muscles hidden by his elegantclothing, wishing the young valet was nude in his arms right now.

“Wait,” Ben says, breaking the kiss. “Mitaka isfolding laundry next door. He’ll hear us.”

“I don’t care. I’ve waited too long to have you again.”

“But a Lord and a valet,” Ben moans quietly as Huxrips away his cravat and begins kissing his neck. “Your servants will gossip. Peoplecould find out about us.”

“And how jealous they’d all be that I have a handsome,young man like you on my arm. What a prize you are, Ben. Can’t you see? No amountof wealth could match having you beside me.”

Ben smiles at Hux’s remark and all is well again, all eavesdroppersare forgotten about as they kiss again, and Ben’s hands finally reach to cupHux’s ass, squeezing gently through the tight material of his breeches. Theymove together with Ben pushing Lord Hux back against the wall, chucklingtogether at the loud thud they make, wondering if poor Mitaka has any idea thatthe Lord of the manor and his faithful valet are grinding against each other inthe room next door.

“Isn’t it time you dressed for the occasion, my Lord?”Ben asks, nibbling on Hux’s ear, his fingers diligently working on the buttonsof Hux’s tailcoat.

“It would seem so. Oh, Ben.”

With their hands entwined together, Ben guides Huxover to a small raised pedestal on the other side of the room, where five tallmirrors surround the little round platform. Ben aids Hux up onto it, runninghis hands down the Lord’s lithe body as he kneels before him, head bowed andawaiting instruction from his superior but Hux is too caught in the moment,stroking his hands through Ben’s soft and silky hair whilst admiring howbeautiful the boy looks beneath him.

“What is it that my Lord wishes of me?” Ben asks,looking up to Hux and placing his palms on Hux’s thighs, seemingly begging.

“Undress me, my boy,” Hux commands. “And give me your mouthand hands.”

Ben understands and bites his lip as he stands up, Huxbeing just a few inches taller than his valet with the added height of thepedestal beneath his feet. The Lord’s tailcoat is the first to be lost,carefully slid from his narrow shoulders by Ben’s careful hands and hung upneatly; Hux smiles. He’s taught Ben well.

“You’re exquisite, my Lord,” Ben says softly as heremoves Hux’s waistcoat and his high-collared shirt, leaving him in just hiscream trousers and knee-length black boots. Clearly unable to resist, Ben starskissing Hux’s shoulders, licking across his prominent collarbones and movingdown to his chest, sucking on one nipple whilst his hand comes in to play withthe other.

“Heavens,” Hux moans, letting his head drop back. He’sachingly hard in his breeches, succumbing to the urge to rut against the airlike a common dog, letting go of his astute persona to become a slave to hissexual desires. “Ben—Oh, Ben.”

“I’m here, Hux.” Ben stands, rubbing his hands downHux’s soft belly, grown a little rounded with his indulgence of fine foods, stoppingto the single black button atop his trousers that is keeping his cockrestrained. With the button popped open, Lord Hux’s erection is freed andquickly grasped in Ben’s hand, stroking slowly as though he’s savouring eachwet drag and each tiny moan from his master.

“Your mouth,” Hux looks down, enamoured by Ben’s browndoe eyes staring up at him. “I want your mouth—ohhhhhh, Ben!”

The valet swallows the Lord’s generously-sized cockdown in one sweep, swallowing around the length and repressing his coughs. Ben’smouth is heaven, Hux thinks as hestarts to thrust, looking at them both in the reflections of the surroundingmirrors. From every angle, Ben’s lips look divine around the length of histhick shaft, as do his large hands sliding up Hux’s thin thighs and around tohis tight ass cheeks. The material of his trousers leave little to the imaginationanyway but Ben’s fascination and obsessionwith Lord Hux’s pert, peachy ass cheeks never fail to make Hux feel like abeautiful, sought-after jewel.

“I’m close,” Hux moans, threading one hand through Ben’shair, pushing his mouth all the way onto his cock as he comes to a shudderinghalt. He bites his hand to suppress his loud, obscene moans as he finishesinside of Ben’s throat, coming hard and fast onto the valet’s warm tongue. “Oh,good boy. My beautiful boy. Look at you.”

Hux pulls out and allows some of his seed to drip ontoBen’s lips and chin, thinking it better than any ring or sign of ownership thathe could gift his beloved servant.

“Thank you,” Ben says, standing only when Lord Huxbeckons him to his feet, embracing him when he opens his arms.

“We’re not finished yet,” Hux says, reaching betweenthem to palm Ben’s cock through his breeches. The boy moans and bucks. “Westill have a short while until the guests start to arrive and we must take care of you now. How would youlike me?”

“In front of the mirrors, my Lord,” Ben kisses Hux’scheek. “Bent over. I want to see your face as I make love to you.”

“Make love,”Hux laughs, smiles. “So sentimental, my dear Ben.”

“You’ve made me that way. I love you, Hux. So much.”

“I love you too, my darling, Ben,” Hux pulls Ben up onto the pedestaland they kiss in the glowing candlelight, finishing undressing each otherslowly until they’re naked in each other’s arms.

They may end up being late for the dinner party. LordHux despises tardiness but for Ben, he supposes he can make an exception.

[everlarkficexchange]

Unmasked ~ Twenty-Three

Written by: ~ M ~

Prompt #88

Rating: E (Explicit) This fic will contain consensual sexual content; mild language; discussions of injuries, illness, and amputations in a historical setting; discussions of miscarriage; discussions of minor character suicide; references to non consensual sexual situations; minor character death. 

My thanks to the moderators of @everlarkficexchange for always running an entertaining event, and for playing along with a little fun and mystery. 

Dear readers, we continue with our game. I thank you for allowing me to write and share with you from behind a mask, for embracing this story wholeheartedly despite not knowing my identity. Remember, learn my name, you must use the clues in each chapter starting with 21 until the end to hunt for a word in the text of each chapter itself. Gather the words, hold onto them, for they will provide the final clue to the puzzle. 

Please enjoy the twenty-third chapter of this adventure. Previous installments can be found here. Regards,

~ M ~

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~~ Chapter 23 ~~

The night becomes a tapestry of talking, catching up where letters fall short, of kisses in every shade of need from gentle to desperate, of holding one another, teasing one another, languishing in the comfort of knowing we are loved by the other. Scattered laughter and satisfied moans dance with the slow parade of the stars outside our cracked open window. And in between…sleep. Such deep, dreamless sleep as I’ve not had in some time. 

Although perhaps I do dream and my sleep is far too restful to recall the dreams come waking. If I do dream, they must be happy, for when I wake in the morning, it is to the melody of honking geese and a warm shaft of sunlight across my face, a smile upon my lips and a delicious feeling of contentment that I know is due to the man beside me. The undeniable heat of my husband holding me close to his naked body is a blanket of contentment, and his warm breath on my neck is a kiss of delight. I smile and trace errant patterns over Peeta’s hand where it rests over our child he remains unaware of. I connect the several small scars that cross his skin, caress over the gold wedding band that still gleams but now shows some wear on it as well. Small knicks in the soft surface evidence of time and life lived.

We will be fine, Peeta and I. We will make our obligatory visit to de Vale and face down his dragon of a father. I will not be intimidated with Peeta by my side. Then we shall journey to Capitol to collect his sister, to enfold her into our family. When we return home, I think I will be ready to announce my own happy secret to the world, although I do not think I will be able to keep it from Peeta past this morning. 

We have slept late, yet the house remains quiet. It is likely that most are still abed after their late night at the festival. I wriggle enough out of his embrace to retrieve the sketch book from its drawer, then back again deeper into the covers for warmth. I turn to face Peeta, smiling when I find him watching me with only one eye opened.

“You are awake.”

“Am I? I was certain I must be dreaming,” he says, his voice deep, luxuriously rich and rough with sleep. It rouses memories of the texture and pace of his tongue lapping at my intimate skin, loving me at his leisure. I shiver at the wanton thought and Peeta’s arms encircle me, pulling me closer to his warmth as his lips brush over mine. “For certainly such a restful night beside such an exquisite woman can only be a dream. I’m but a bastard, a medically discharged foot soldier, yet here I am laying with a goddess.”

I bring the sketchbook between us and cover his mouth with it to prevent any more distracting, wonderful kisses. “You should know that every goddess extracts a price. You owe me a fortnight worth of drawings, husband. Or suffer my wrath.”

“More tribute? Were my efforts at pleasing you last night not satisfactory? How about earlier this morning?” He chuckles and moves aside the sketchbook, kisses me as I blush, but I cannot regret nor be ashamed of how we spent our night. I am heady with his kisses and almost forget the sketchbook. But if I am denied one promise fulfilled, then I will greedily demand another.

“The sketches or a dance, husband, your choice, but you are not done courting me yet,” I say when he pulls away completely. He only smiles, rolling over and retrieving something from his bags. I sit up and attempt to conceal my curiosity as he returns with an oilskin wrapped package, opens it, and presents me with a sheaf of parchment. I’m only given a chance to glance at the first few drawings – a flock of birds taking flight from a pond, several workers in a field, one of me.

“Am I paid in full now, wife?”

“On second thought, I still want my dance as well, since you seem so eager to pay my tribute demands,” I declare with a lift of my nose, but laugh as he pulls on my leg to bring me beneath him.

“What have we been doing all night then but dancing between these sheets?” Warmth flows through me as he returns something I said to him last night in an odd fit of sentimentality.

“You are obscene, husband.”

“And you enjoy it,” he growls. I forget the sketches as he kisses me out of my wits, the paper fluttering from my hands to the floor so that I may hold tight to him and return his kisses with equal desire.

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As much as I would like to remain in bed all day with Peeta, eventually we must rise and dress for the day. We have tasks to see to, family for Peeta to be reunited with. I am not the only one who will wish to see him today. 

Our movements through the room as we prepare for the day follow an easy, now familiar pattern. He kisses along my neck and shoulders as he assists with my stays. My knees quake with need and it requires all of my focus to not throw him back on the bed and have him again before breakfast. As I turn to adjust his cravat, he smiles at me, his hands resting on my hips, thumbs brushing back and forth in a shockingly simple yet utterly arousing touch. 

I am struck with it as he thanks me for my help and I answer with a kiss. Once, soft and brief, and all for me because I am simply so happy to have him back. I am no longer sure how on earth we managed to doubt one another.

“Are you certain?” I whisper. “About adding Miranda to our family? I know that I have quite thrust this upon you without warning, even made a decision without consulting you.”

“I am certain,” he says and seems to sense that I need more reassurance. “We’ve spoken of children before, and while this was not how I expected to bring our first into our family, I cannot turn my back on her. We will have time before our own blood children, if we are so blessed with them, arrive. Time to give to Miranda.”

I nod and bite the inside of my cheek, suddenly wondering if he would refuse Miranda should he know that I am even now with child. He kisses me then and I keep my silence, in turmoil, wondering how to tell him now. The decision is made for me with his next words.

“We should take a long ride today. I missed that while I was away, riding with you. I imagine the turn in weather has much changed Everdeen, and I would love to see her in her transition from autumn to winter,” Peeta says, a sort of happiness in his voice that comes only from being secure and content in one’s home. I hate to disappoint him, but I must. I have not had time to prepare my words, but no excuse I give save the truth will be sufficient.

“I am afraid I cannot,” I say. “I will not be riding for some time to come.”

“Is something amiss with Sagittaria?” he asks, his brow wrinkling as I retrieve his coat and focus on helping him into it, smoothing the fabric over his broad shoulders so that it lays correct. I keep running my hands over his shoulders, needing to feel some part of him, some part of his strength as I deliver this last bit of news. “She seemed perfectly fine in the stables last night.”

“Sagittaria is fine. As am I,” I say as he turns to face me. I take his hand in mine, placing it flat over my belly and struggling to find the words. “I meant to tell you last night, but I am afraid you distracted me. I have another reason to refrain from riding…for now, and we may not have quite as much time for Miranda alone as we could hope for.”

His glance leaps between my face and our hands for a moment before settling on our hands. “Katniss…are we expecting?”

“It is still early, but I believe so,” I whisper, holding tight to the hope that he will be pleased. “We can manage both… can we not? It will still be several months before the babe arrives. Time for Miranda to adjust to her new home…”

I trail off, unable to continue. He surges towards me, making me gasp as his arms surround me, his lips descend to mine and I squeak into his mouth. When he finally stops kissing me, the room is still spinning about me and I cling to him to steady myself. But I do not need to ask if he is pleased with the news. I can see the answer in his eyes, in his smile that rivals the sun for brightness, and his murmured words about how much he loves me and how lucky he is before kissing me once again.

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By the time we make our way to the breakfast room, my arm linked with his, the entire household is awake and at table. The room is quite crowded and yet, several of its occupants note our entrance and voice greetings. A girlish squeal rises above the din, causing Aunt Effie to cover her ears.

“Miss’er Pee’ah!” Maysilee shouts and leaps from her chair to run full tilt at him, not hearing Aunt Effie’s disgruntled complaint about her unladylike behavior. “Miss’er Pee’ah! You are home!”

“Maysee Daisy!” he says joyfully, laughing as he bends over to scoop her into his arms. “Did you get my letter?”

“I did! I have missed you!”

“And I you,” Peeta says, holding her against his chest with one arm and wrapping the other around my waist, holding me tight to his side in a sort of half embrace. I rest one hand on his abdomen and one on his back. Maysilee grabs hold of his face and turns it to examine the left side. I bite back a laugh as he gives me a delighted yet befuddled look.

“Aha! Mother was right! He can steal your face but not your courage kisses!”

“My what?” Peeta asks with a soft chuckle. Maysilee points to his scars and seems quite proud of herself.

“Your courage kisses. Mister Joe says you got them one time when you were very brave and saved his life.”

“Did he?”

“Yes,” Maysilee says, completely unaware of the effect of her words as she spills them into the crowded room. “And Mother says Miss Katniss has some too, from when she saved Mother and Miss Prim!”

I catch Sir Robert’s surprised look from the corner of my eye, the way his gaze sweeps over me as though he might see through my dress to my scars. It distracts me for a moment before I return my focus to Peeta and Maysilee.

“Maysilee, darling that is perhaps not appropriate talk for breakfast,” Madge says, standing partially to retrieve her daughter, but Peeta waves her off and turns to Maysilee.

“We can talk of that later, on our adventure. For now, what I most want is some blackberry jam.” Maysilee gasps and he smiles at her. “You wouldn’t happen to know where I might find some, would you, Maysee Daisy?”

“I do! We saved it for you!” Maysilee says and squirms down from his hold, only to take his hand in hers and lead him to table. He sits, as Maysilee has given him no choice to do otherwise. She promptly serves him a plate and messily smears his jam on his toast for him, all while chattering away.

Peeta gives me a hapless and yet happy look as I move to the sideboard alone and fix my own plate. I half listen to their conversation as I pile my plate high with food, including a few things I know Peeta to be fond of since Maysilee will not let him rise and fix his own plate. 

I set one hand on his shoulder as I join the table, my rather cumbersome plate tilting slightly as I set it on the pristine white cloth. Peeta reaches over, slides my chair out for me, before a footman can accomplish the task, even as he speaks to Maysilee. I sit and Peeta pushes it back in beneath me.

Happily, I tuck into my meal, for I am famished, likely a result of our activities last night into this morning. At one point, I feel eyes on me and glance up to find Sir Robert’s eyes darting between Peeta and I, and my hands…which are half suspended moving some of the eggs and ham from my plate onto Peeta’s. I shrug and finish the task, since I did serve myself extra so that he might have some. When I have finished with the transfer, Peeta turns and clasps my hand in his before I can retreat, bringing it to his lips.

“Thank you, my pearl,” he whispers and my entire body enflames at the look in his eyes, at the promises I see in their depths. Maysilee giggles, drawing his attention back to her. When my eyes once more find Sir Robert’s watching me, with a look that I cannot decipher, I choose to ignore it and turn to listen to the discussion between Madge and Aunt Effie as I eat.

“I am merely stating that it is strange for a child to spend so much time in the presence of adults. She needs more interactions with those closer to her own age,” Effie states and gives Madge a supercilious glance. “A sister perhaps.”

“Please, Aunt Effie. She has already asked me several times. I am only recently out of my half mourning and not interested in marriage.”

“A cat, perhaps,” Aunt Effie suggests. “Something for her to share these childish daydreams with and make her feel secure.” 

Prim glances at me before she looks away, guilt written all over her face. It’s been years and I wonder at her reaction. We never talked about what happened that night. I never wanted to, until I told Peeta.

“Oh but she does have friends!” Delly interjects. “I’ve seen her with other children. They were playing a marvelous game in the vegetable garden the day Robert and I arrived!”

“The servants’ children,” Effies says with a slight sniff. Delly purses her lips and glances down at her plate, her cheeks turning pink. Sir Robert seems either oblivious to his wife’s distress, or uninterested in defending her. I rather like Delly, despite her questionable taste in men, and not wanting to see her uncomfortable, I turn to Aunt Effie.

“Do you suggest she cannot be free and childish in her adventures with Peeta?” I say and Effie glances at him.

“Well, I did have my doubts about your husband at first, my dear, but that is slightly different. Your husband was raised in a different class entirely – as the son of a Marquis no less – but he is still an adult, not a child.”

“An adult who was raised initially by a ladies’ maid and a baker,” I state and fill my mouth with food to await Effie’s reaction. She gapes for a moment and Uncle Haymitch sighs. We’ve somehow drawn the attention of everyone at this point.

“My dear…you will need to loosen your corset a touch in this crowd. Or have you forgotten all of our own humble beginnings?”

“Oh Haymitch, must we bring that up over breakfast?” My mother asks and he nods.

“Yes, we must.”

“Darling, I don’t think–” Effie tries to argue.

“Shall we lay our scandals on the table?” Haymitch asks and points towards me. “You first, sweetheart. What humble origins do you bring to the table?”

Now my father protests, but I am thinking of what Peeta once did in a ballroom with a glass of wine a few well placed sentences. I lift one shoulder and give my Uncle a sly smile. “I still run about in breeches sometimes, a shameless hoyden, and I spent my one and only season in society as a fortune hunter. I was shockingly aggressive about the whole thing, and like most hunts, it was rather messy. Thankfully, I wound up married to and madly in love with…” I turn towards him so he knows I do not mean it as an insult. “A bastard.”

Peeta smiles at me and my heart flutters. Will his effect on me ever fade, I wonder? I hope not.

“That gives us a nice transition to your turn, Mrs. Robert Mellark,” Haymitch says and Delly looks about, for support perhaps. I give her a nod of encouragement and she sits taller.

“I…I eloped with another woman’s fiancé,” she whispers, glancing with trepidation at me.

“And happy she is that you did,” I say and Robert laughs. “So is almost everyone at this table, Delly. You will have to try harder than that to shock us.”

Prim, the only one who does not know the full story, looks between us all, her brow furrowed. I haven’t time to explain, however, she is intelligent enough to piece it all together. Delly smiles a little and thinks for a moment, taking a deep breath before speaking again. “I am the daughter of a cook and a coachman. Myself a cobbler. A shoemaker,” she whispers and l lift my glass of juice delicately.

“Who makes astonishingly comfortable footwear. Really, Aunt Effie perhaps a fine pair of Delly’s boots will put you in a better mood.”

Effie huffs and several chuckles lift from the table as Haymitch clears his throat. “I am the son of a gambler–”

“Haymitch!” Effie protests and he waves her off.

“Who left my family in dire straights, extreme debt, when he died. So bad, in fact that our family was stripped of our title and I was never able to earn trust among the peerage, and my mother almost immediately remarried in a desperate attempt to pay off some of his debts. It was quite the scandal, Mother marrying her late husband’s closest friend while she was still in full mourning. Especially when my sister…” At this, he turns to my mother. She sits straighter in her seat and nods.

“Was born a fat, healthy, and undeniably full term baby a mere six months after the nuptials… ten months plus a few days after Mr. Abernathy had been buried.” She smiles at the murmured reactions and then turns to Delly. “Her second marriage solved some of the debts and bought her some time with the collectors, but still, it was not enough. The debts hounded our mother for years. My father and brother could scarcely find employment to support us, let alone attempt to pay off the remaining debts, until I was old enough to seek a husband. I found a suitor wealthy enough to lay the debts to rest once and for all, and sufficiently charmed by me to overlook my humble origins and the scandal of those debts. My parents were thrilled with the match, and at first, I was as well. But as I came to know him better, I grew to dread my choices. And then…”

“And then some poor farmer swept onto the scene, romanced her and stole her away from her titled, wealthy suitor,” my father states and my mother smiles at him. “We disappeared into the country to lead our quiet, happy life, away from the scandal we had caused, from the damage her jilted suitor attempted to cause to both our families… And now I find myself in the very awkward position of entertaining two of that jilted suitor’s sons at my table, one of them married to my daughter. Quite ironic.”

Peeta and Sir Robert take a moment to absorb that and share a glance before Robert groans and bends his head forward. “Good Lord, of course. That explains so much!”

“Did you know?” Peeta whispers to me and I shake my head.

“Not all of it,” I whisper. He frowns a little, and I know I shall have to tell him everything later, but for now, I mouth an apology as Robert picks up the game. 

“Well then, since we’re confessing our scandals…I’m the cad who, not knowing of our families’ connections, proposed to the farmer’s daughter in the morning then ran off with the cobbler that evening,” Robert says and everyone merely blinks at him except for Prim, who gasps, her fork striking the plate. “Oh good, at least there’s one of you shocked by my story. I feel much less like a pariah now!”

“And since my sister failed to deal with my father’s debts through marriage,” Uncle Haymitch continues, “I finally gathered the gumption to do it myself, by marrying the daughter of a man who claimed to be a merchant with a fleet of shipping vessels but who in reality made his considerable fortunes not through legal trade but through–”

“Really, Haymitch! Enough!” Effie protests, her face red.

“Piracy.” 

Haymitch finishes with the single word and Effie cries out while the rest of the table remains in shocked silence. Even Maysilee seems to respect the gravity of this reveal.

“Damn,” Peeta finally says with a rueful shake of his head. “Here I thought myself the most scandalous member of this table. I didn’t even have a chance to share!”

“I pretend to be a pirate sometimes!” Maysilee pipes up.

Effie laughs, once, the sound crazed before she stifles it behind one hand. Her shoulders begin to shake then and Haymitch lifts her other hand to his lips.

“My pirate princess, ladies and gentleman. So, Countess. My wife is quite right. You want to be careful what sort of company your daughter keeps.”

The conversation shifts then, Robert finding what appears to be a decent transition out of the awkward aura hanging over us all. “I say…I spotted this quaint ruin just up the road a bit. Looked like a lovely old manor house, all crumbling and covered in vines and neglected for some time. Likely abandoned. Excellent atmosphere, a bit creepy but intriguing. It seemed a good place for an adventure, Miss Maysilee. Perhaps with pirates!”

Now Madge is the one laughing hysterically and Robert looks about the table for an answer.

“Unless someone owns the place still? I would not want to trespass.”

“That would be me,” Madge says, still lost in laughter. We must laugh, about all of it, for it is far too ridiculous to do anything else. “Would you care for a ghost story over breakfast, Sir Robert?”

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We are granted a calm, perfect afternoon after the riot of that first breakfast. The sky above an idyllic blue with racing white clouds. The river subsides enough that about a dozen of the men of Everdeen to include Peeta, my father, Haymitch, and even Sir Robert are able to begin work rebuilding the washed out bridge. We make a picnic of it on the banks, a chore turned into an almost fair like atmosphere before the weather prohibits such a thing.

Sir Robert loses his balance at one point, and slides down the muddy bank. He is only just able to jam a booted foot against a post before he plunges into the river. His near embarrassment provides much fodder for Haymitch, and rough laughter at Robert’s expense fills the air. 

“Which of us has the wooden leg again?” Peeta calls out, and my father laughs before joining in.

“I would lend you a hand, but I seem to be short one already!” 

When Sir Robert regains his footing and examines his now muddied clothes with great distaste, I cannot help but wonder if he has ever gotten dirty in his entire life. Certainly he has not performed a great deal of manual labor. He struggles with the timbers and curses at splinters. At one point, I carry refreshment to the men as they work, keeping a safe distance from the slippery sections of riverbank.

“Will you not pitch in today, Katniss?” Haymitch asks. “Show Robert here how it is done?” Robert’s face burns further and I smile smugly but shake my head.

“Not today. I am enjoying the show you gentlemen put on far too much,” I say. Peeta wraps an arm around me protectively. His scent reaches me, rougher and deeper with his physical exertions. It is like the twang of a stringed instrument being tuned in my gut. I vibrate with the need to drag him away and…and oh lord I am having such impure thoughts of him with practically my entire family right here.

My eyes flit over to my father and I watch as a question fills his eyes, a question that I answer with a silent nod. He will know that there are few things that could dissuade me from donning breeches and pitching in on such a task as this. He will suspect anyways, and I cannot seem to keep it a secret. I am too happy to do so. Light fills his eyes and he turns from me with a grin, saying something to Haymitch that gets my uncle to leave me be.

Ours is not the only silent interaction in that moment of respite, though. Robert keeps stealing glances at his wife. She sits on the blanket with Madge, working a heavy needle through leather…a pair of shoes. Her industrious activity seems to only feed his embarrassment and I pretend not to hear it when Peeta whispers to his brother, two words.

“Earn it.”

I have a fair guess at what that means, confirmed when Robert rolls up his sleeves and returns to the task at hand as though his life depends on it. And perhaps it does in a way. Robert has lived since birth with everything handed to him. Has he ever needed to work for a thing in his life? I cannot be sure, but I doubt it, and now he will need to, in order to have a happy life with his Delly, cut off from the financial support of his wealthy father.

The work continues. Madge is not allowed much time to sit and fair wears herself out keeping Maysilee from the water. When he takes his turn at rest, Peeta sets her on one on his shoulders and holds her secure and still, if only for a few moments. Madge sighs in exasperation at her daughter and relief at Peeta’s attentiveness.

“Shall we catch a fish for our adventure today?” Maysilee asks brightly, pointing out the flashes of silver scales in the rushing waters.

“The water is far too swift for fishing,” I tell her. “We would have better luck on a calm day.”

“Miss Katniss knows what she speaks of. Fish tremble in fear at her line. Stag quiver and hide from her bow. Suitors fall at her feet! She is a fierce huntress, you know,” Peeta tells her. Maysilee turns and whispers in his ear and he laughs. Setting her on the ground, they turn to me and curl their fingers into claws, slowly stalking towards me where I sit on a picnic blanket.

“What are you doing?” I ask with suppressed laughter when they are but a few steps away from me.

“Sh!” Maysilee instructs and they halt, frozen in their comical pose. “Do you think she sees us?”

“I cannot be sure. It is difficult hunting a huntress, for she must have keen sight.”

“We should pounce!” 

Squeals and laughter fill the air as they charge. I find myself somehow holding Maysilee, both of us squashed in Peeta’s embrace as he roars like a bear and lifts us off the ground. Maysilee wraps her arms about my neck and laughs.

“We were hunting for hugs!” She says and I kiss her cheek before whispering to her.

“I think your mother has a hug hidden somewhere.” Maysilee quiets, her eyes wide with delight. I set her down and she proceeds to stalk first Madge and then half of our party, pouncing and bestowing hugs, receiving them and laughter in exchange.

I slide my fingers together with Peeta’s and guide him away from the group, into a copse of trees. “Where are you taking me, huntress? Somewhere you might finish me off?”

I place my finger over my lips to quiet him and pull him into the shadows, out of view of the world before bringing him to me and kissing him. We are reckless and wild in that moment, a pagan huntress and her captured lover. I lose all sense of time and place, aware only of his hands on my back, his arms holding me upright, his lips sending me reeling, his scent as it fills my head. I am once again struck with the most salacious desires. Things I wish to do to him that would shock even a well traveled, experienced opera singer. I shall certainly need a confessional this week.

When he finally manages to extricate himself from my grasp, we are both flushed and breathing heavily. His pupils are wide pools and his lips swollen with my kiss.

“Is it the working on the bride or the hunting with Maysilee that has you so aroused?” He whispers, his voice a rasp of autumn wind that serves only to ruffle my hair and my desire further.

“Both. All of it. It is you. I cannot stop picturing you as a father, how you will be with our own children, and it…fills me with an insatiable need for you to take me, now,” I confess, my chest heaving with the effort to breathe. Peeta curses and cups my cheek in his hand, checking that we have not been discovered before bending his head to whisper to me.

“I thought we had already seen to that.”

“It cannot hurt to be certain,” I whine and he laughs, dark and rich, and feeding my desire for him.

“Have you any idea how much discipline it is taking me to refrain from pulling up your skirts and having you against this tree?” A pained whimper escapes my throat at his words and his fingers clench on me. “You wouldn’t stop me, would you?”

“I do not know if I would be able to. I certainly would not want to,” I gasp and he growls before kissing me again. This one is short but oh so rough and primal, revealing to me just how tenuous is his grasp on control right now. In seconds though, he manages to shackle his need and separate our mouths.

“Tonight, my pearl. I will give you all that you desire tonight.” He sets me away from him, the full length of his arms and then sees to both our appearances before we return to the group. 

Maysilee still hunts, bestowing hugs. Peeta picks her up from behind and she squeals. He seamlessly returns to their game and it is only my mother’s knowing eyes that note our return. I blush and duck my head, but the smile on her lips tells me that she does not censure me at all, and I wonder, not for the first time, but now with great curiosity, what her and my father’s courtship and early days of marriage were like.

The day is too long, the night not nearly long enough. Darkness arrives, not soon enough, and I am anxious for all these guests and family to go to sleep already. I suffer through dinner, and through evening amusements in the drawing room after. I silently curse my father and Haymitch for keeping my husband at the chess board for far too long. Then his brother for engaging him in some sort of serious conversation. Primrose and Aunt Effie for demanding my attention as we discuss dressmakers and seasons and how to proceed. My sister informs Effie that she already has a contender for her hand and this season is a mere formality, but Effie insists that is no excuse not to make the most of it.

Finally, the clock chimes an hour that is acceptable for me to make excuses and depart company. It takes Peeta a moment or two longer to make his own excuses and I wait for him in the shadows at the top of the stairs, pouncing on him the moment his feet are planted firmly on the hallway floor. 

As always, Peeta shows that I can rely on him to keep his promises. Our bedroom door is shut and locked behind us, and he becomes mine and mine alone, focused solely on me, giving me everything that I desire.

After, we lay on the floor before our fire, wrapped in blankets and a fur that caresses my skin, sinuous and soft as Peeta’s caresses. He kisses my temple and I sigh, content to lay here in his arms all night. The fire warms the front of my body and Peeta warms the rest of me. I lazily rub my feet over his leg, the coarse hair tickling my toes. My thoughts drift through hazy, violet clouds of content fulfillment. 

“I have been giving serious consideration to Dr. Aurelius’ advice,” Peeta whispers, bringing my mind from its hazy wanderings.

“What advice?” I ask and Peeta becomes absorbed in the lock of my hair he twists around his fingers.

“Attending medical school, becoming a doctor.”

“Oh?”

“Wherever you and I and our family must go in future… there will always be a need for a good doctor, and we will need some form of steady income.”

“You inherited a fortune from the Marquis,” I argue.

“Hm. I knew it. You only married me for my dowry. Admit it, fortune hunter,” he teases and nuzzles behind my ear.

“Of course I married you for your dowry, bastard. It was a very tempting purse,” I tease in return, shifting so that I face him. I caress over his hip, down to his buttocks to grip him and pull him flush to my hips. “Quite irresistible. But I keep you about for your excellent qualities as a stud…” I cannot finish as his kisses on my neck have grown heated and insistent.

“At least I can be confident then that I have performed my husbandly duties admirably. Fortune, banked…child, conceived.” He nips at my neck with each task and I gasp, my hands roaming his body, absorbing the heat building in his skin and shifting my legs to feel his growing arousal, to share mine with him. “Since you are already with child, there’s no need for me to mate with you again for some time, now is there?”

“There is plenty need right here,” I moan and revel in the feel of him against me. “And perhaps I keep you about for me to love,” I say and he slowly lifts his head. 

I mourn the loss of his lips on me, but in their temporary loss, I gain the sight of a loving look so deep and profound that I feel tears of joy burning my eyes. A few escape down my cheek as his lips find mine and my eyes close to enjoy the sensations. His hand caressing through my hair, holding my head steady as he kisses me, makes me dizzy with passion. Eventually he lifts his head again and this time, I see worry in his eyes. He traces the tracks the tears on my cheeks with with thumbs

“But it is not a guarantee that my inheritance will last,” he says. “We are about to adopt one child and bring another into the world. I wish for them to have a solid home, as much as we can manage to provide for them.”

I curl in on myself a little. He is right, of course. When my father passes, be it soon or years from now, Peeta and I will have no place to call home. If Father’s accident and coma earlier this year revealed anything to me, it is that I do not wish to be caught unprepared, homeless. Peeta would dread the same occurrence, given his background. He would detest forcing such an awful experience on our children. We need to prepare for the eventuality now, while we are financially secure.

“You would leave me for medical school while I am to give birth?”

“No,” he reassures me. “I’ve been speaking with Dr. Aurelius about options. He believes my experience as a field medic gives me an advantage, practical knowledge that will make the bookish knowledge easier to absorb. He has been in contact with several of his colleagues at the medical school in Capitol, and they agree that if I were to act as his apprentice here at home, that would suffice for practical laboratory studies. I could study the texts and lectures primarily at home and by correspondence, traveling to Capitol for a handful of weeks each term to sit examinations. Henry and Angelica have already provided recommendations for my admittance and for the exceptions that would be made for me.”

“So you would only be gone a few weeks, every so often?”

“Yes,” he murmurs. “And not right away. We would have time with Miranda before I leave at all. When I do, you will still have your family here, but I wish to begin this soon, before things become uncertain for us. I want you to know… I do not wish to leave you or our family unless absolutely necessary. If it is too much, I can find another path.”

I bite my lip and consider it for a moment, finally nodding. “You would make a fine doctor, husband. I would place my life in your hands with no qualms.”

“Such faith in me,” he says with a smile and I kiss it from his lips.

“You will write to me and our children while you are gone?”

“Of course,” he vows between kisses.

“I will expect fervent love, drawings, and salacious poetry in your letters to me, Peeta.”

“Anything for you, Katniss,” he promises, and I give up on talking then. We’ve said all we need to for now, at least with words.

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The days that follow are a flurry of activity. The post arrives, a mountain of letters delayed by the washed out bridge and the weather. There are several from Peeta that he wrote to me before he began his journey home. I devour them and use them as examples, like a school teacher instructing a student on proper letter writing. 

“Much improvement, husband. This is more the sort of letter your wife would wish to receive,” I say with a superior voice and a lift of my nose.

Among the letters is also word from Mr. Burbank, Haymitch’s solicitor, and after I set Peeta’s concerns about me traveling while I am with child to rest, preparations begin in earnest for our journey to de Vale and then Capitol. Peeta and I announce our intentions to travel, and in regards to his sister. My father asks only if we are certain, and when I assert that we are, he makes a few, quiet suggestions. At first, I balk, but my father shakes his head.

“Your mother and I are done adding to this family. You and Peeta, if I can still arrange things the way we have discussed, will eventually be in charge of Everdeen. With a growing family as well…you will need the space and the privacy.”

My mother then leaps from her seat and begins ordering the alterations to rooms and the house that will be needed for the new addition. Maysilee hears only that there will soon be another young girl in the house and asks me if Miranda will be her sister.

“Not exactly, but you may welcome her as you would your sister,” I attempt to explain.

“Will she steal my face?” Maysilee asks before burying her face in Madge’s neck and Madge smiles but consoles her daughter.

“No darling, she will be a sister with her own face. Just as you wanted.”

In all the furious preparations, I swing violently between strange moods. One moment, I will be overcome with nausea and spurn the touch of anyone and everyone. My temper foul and my body a churning vat of ill.

Then the next, I will recover and insatiable desire will replace the nausea. Peeta grows exasperated with the rapid, unprompted swings with my moods, but takes it all with a smile, teasing me instead of losing his temper with me. The morning before we are to depart, I wake at an obscenely early hour, burning with fever. Not the kind that can be cured with my mother’s medicines and herbs but only with my husband’s body, and I wake him up rather rudely, demanding that he cure me.

He obliges me, loves me again and again with every inch of his being until we are two gasping, sweat covered, satisfied lumps of flesh laying limp in our bed. At least, I think myself to be satisfied until he groans at the late hour and heaves himself towards the edge of our bed. My body plucks awake again, insisting that I must get my fill now, for I’ve no idea what we will be facing in the coming weeks, no idea how often we will be able to indulge ourselves in one another.

“Get back in bed, husband. I am not finished with you yet,” I growl.

Peeta turns to me, an exasperated look on his face as he retrieves his shirt from the foot of the bed where I threw it earlier. “We will need to eat and see to our guests at some point today.”

“So many guests!” I whine. “When do they leave? When do we leave?”

“They leave today. We leave tomorrow.”

“They can see themselves to the door. I’ve no idea why they all stayed so long.”

“Must be your charming hospitality,” he says and I snort, rising up to kneel behind him and kissing over his shoulders. He stops dressing himself, his arms in his sleeves and his head turned slightly towards me. I lick up the side of his neck, enjoying the way this makes him shiver, the taste of his perspiration and his post coital scent an irresistible aphrodisiac to me now. I throb and yearn for him again, even though we’ve spent the entire morning abed. He moans and I know I will not need to convince him much to give me what I want.

“I never want so many people here again,” I whisper and bite his earlobe. “Too many interruptions from what I truly wish to be doing.”

“And yet, you are the one insisting on all these new additions to our family. I should think you fond of a full to bursting house.”

“Such lies, husband!” I accuse. “You want our children as well!”

He laughs, turning fully and tackling me to the bed, our guests forgotten for a few minutes more as he holds my thighs open and I must cover my face with a pillow to stifle the sounds I make as his mouth and tongue and fingers love me once more. He whispers such filthy words about my taste as he loves me, how he craves it on his tongue more than air. How he wants to fill our home with at least a dozen children and eagerly looks forward to planting his seed in me for each of our future children over the years to come. The need in me ebbs and flows like the tides, inexorably higher and higher to a devastating release.

And as I ride it out, I know. I know that nothing could now make me cease loving him. Nothing could make him cease loving me, no matter the changes and challenges the future brings. We will go into it as one.

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To Be Continued….

Your clue for Chapter 23: They lurk all over this chapter, whispered in ears, shared with nervous laughter, declared over breakfast. They might be hidden to some, known to others, but eventually they can no longer be kept. A single word that describes at some point in this chapter a baby, a pirate, a romance or two, and more.

[tiffersthenerdyficrecs]

Ereri Lemon Fics

(*) Indicates my most suggested reads.

Fully Taken by VanishedElf*

Rating: Explicit Relationships: Levi/Eren Yeager Characters: Levi Ackerman, Eren Yeager Additional Tags: ereri, riren - Freeform, Alternate universe LevixEren. Summary: Levi is a broke artist who is completely jaded about most things, love included. He hits up a party with Hange one night, hoping to get hammered and numb himself completely, but instead, he stumbles across a certain nineteen-year-old rocker boy who makes him feel things; things he hasn't felt in years.

Oh, Baby by Merakii

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Relationship: Levi/Eren Yeager Characters: Levi Ackerman, Eren Yeager Additional Tags: riren - Freeform, Bottom Eren Yeager, Top Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin), Dom/sub, Kinky, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Rimming, GayPorn, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, slight daddy kink, Canon Compliant, Canon Universe, Fluff and Smut, Fluff, ereri, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Forbidden Love, Love Summary: Levi and Eren aren't new to the sex game. In fact, they're quite well acquainted. And they like it nice and dirty. Or, one of those days Levi and Eren have some alone time. The nasty kind.

Tradition They Say by SasuNarfuFan13

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Levi/Eren Yeager Characters: Levi Ackerman, Eren Yeager, Erwin Smith, Armin Arlert, OC Characters - Character, Jean Kirstein, Ymir (Shingeki no Kyojin), Reiner Braun, Sasha Blouse, Mikasa Ackerman, Mike Zacharias, Hange Zoë Additional Tags: birthday fic, Levi's POV, Set a bit after Eren's friends join the Survey Corpse, Slash, Canon Age Difference, A somewhat darkish theme, Reference to rape but it doesn't happen in the story, Lemon, a bit of angst, Reference to past minor character deaths, Smidgen of violence, some time skips, mature content Summary: Choosing a Companion is tradition - one Levi doesn't want to touch with a ten feet pole. Until someone wants to take Eren as their Companion. Levi can't, won't, let that happen. Not to someone of his squad.

don't make me go by writer_person

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Levi/Eren Yeager Characters: Levi Ackerman, Eren Yeager Additional Tags: Gentle Sex, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, First Time, First Kiss, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Age changes, Fluff Summary: They say, when you love someone, they make you better. When someone loves you, they do what's best for you. Well, in their case.. How come only one side of that is working?

Blood Sticks by Blue_Thallium (orphan account)

Rating: Explicit Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage Relationship: Eren Jaeger/Levi Characters: Eren Jaeger, Levi Ackerman Additional Tags: Masochism, Consent Issues, Rough Sex, that Graphic Depictions Of Violence tag is more just in case, its so hard being Levi Summary: "I asked you if you needed to hit me again. Because. In court, you said Sir, you said that you were going to." Levi blinked at him. He'd only told Eren he'd missed a spot.

An Unforgettable Face by ryuusea*

Rating: Explicit Relationships: Levi/Eren Yeager, Eren Yeager/Levi Characters: Levi Ackerman, Eren Yeager Additional Tags: Porn With Plot, Porn Star!Eren, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, I torture poor Levi (again), Porn Watching, Eren Wears Glasses, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Bad Puns, Fingering, Riding, bottom!Levi (part 2 only - for those who care) Summary: “Have we met before? I recognize your face…” Levi’s brows furrow, scouring his memory as to why he knows this guy’s face from somewhere. “Ah, you’ve probably seen one of my videos!” "Hmm. YouTube?" "No. Porn."

set yourself on fire by graves

Rating: Mature Relationship: Levi/Eren Yeager Characters: Levi Ackerman, Eren Yeager Additional Tags: its real sweaty and they BONE Summary: “Oh, good fucking god,” Levi pants, pulling at his cravat. “It’s hotter than a titan’s asshole in here.” “Titans don’t even have assholes,” Eren replies. —Eren and Levi in the throes of a heatwave, a cabin, and frustration leads to ... well, yknow.

My Home Is Where Your Heart Is by bfketh*

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Levi/Eren Yeager Characters: Levi Ackerman, Eren Yeager, Mikasa Ackerman Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Domestic, Parent Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin), babysitter Eren, Child Mikasa Ackerman, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, I Blame Tumblr, Light Angst, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Shower Sex, Frottage, Praise Kink, Coming Untouched, Come Eating, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex Summary: Single father Levi is left scrambling to find an after school daycare for his daughter, Mikasa, when his regular babysitter announces that her husband's job is being relocated. The only problem - they're all far more expensive than he can afford. The solution to his dilemma comes in the form of a college student, Eren, who will do it for a fraction of the cost - as long as Levi will save him from a steady diet of ramen and pop-tarts by feeding him dinner every night before he leaves.

A Special Cleaning Service by rachel_exe*

Rating: Explicit Relationship:Levi/Eren Yeager Characters:Levi Ackerman, Eren Yeager Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Humor, Top Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin), Bottom Eren Yeager, Kissing, Anal Sex, Doctor Eren Yeager, Naked Levi Summary: Eren is a doctor that struggles with keeping his loft clean, so he decides to contact a cleaning agency whose employees work naked.

Smug Smile by tiffersthenerdy

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Levi/Eren Yeager Characters: Levi Ackerman, Eren Yeager, Erwin Smith Additional Tags: Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, One Shot, Bottom Eren Yeager, Top Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin), First Time Blow Jobs, Virgin Eren Yeager, Caring Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin), Dirty Talk, Fluffy Ending, Eren Is a Little Shit, Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin) Swears, ereri, riren - Freeform Summary: Eren learns not to eavesdrop on his captain.

Alles Gute Zum Geburstag, Levi by Yumislover99

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Levi/Eren Yeager Characters: Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin), Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Mikasa Ackerman Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Shameless Smut, Lingerie, Christmas Smut, Christmas, Birthday Sex, Birthday Smut, Birthday Summary: Levi and Eren have shameless birthday/Christmas smut in the bedroom. Eren wears lingerie and thigh highs, and they both just have a good time.

Break Time by erenfuckinjaeger

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Levi/Eren Yeager Characters: Eren Yeager, Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Face-Fucking, Top Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin), Bottom Eren Yeager, Dom/sub Undertones Summary: Eren and Levi take a break from moving into their new apartment

Say 'Ah' by tainted_ashes *

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationship: Levi/Eren Yeager Characters: Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin), Eren Yeager, Erwin Smith, Grisha Yeager, Hange Zoë, Mike Zacharias, Petra Ral, Oluo Bozado, Eld Jinn, Gunther Schultz, Armin Arlert, Mikasa Ackerman Additional Tags: doctor!eren, Violence, Eren Is a Little Shit, Underground Doctors, Levi Is Terrible With Feelings, One Look and He's Done For, Assassins & Hitmen, Special Operation Scouts, Humor, There's Violence Though, Guns, Government Agencies, Secret agent!Levi, Levi's Got it Bad, Eren Knows What he's Doing, Bad Flirting, Bad Puns, Eventual Smut, Kidnapping, Stuff happens, because feelings, POV First Person, POV Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin), Levi Wants That Yeager Booty,Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Not really slow burn, Eren's Pretty Clumsy Summary: "I'm going to have to take your pants off," Eren comments idly as he examines my ankle, his head tilting in delicate concentration. "You should at least buy me a drink first, no?" I ask, my lips etching with a small smirk as his face turns all sorts of reds and pinks. Even with my unfocused eyes, there was no mistaking that blush. Shit, did I say that out loud?

[shewolfofficial]

Levi x Cat!Reader ~ Feline Friend Pt.2

Warning: Cursing

Summary: A continuation of the first part

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Waking up with a soft growl you opened your eyes to be met with a large grey shirt, looking upwards you noticed Levi is still asleep. Shifting slightly you eventually managed to get out of his grasp on you. Stretching slightly you glanced over to the time.. 9am!? You were both late for breakfast!

Springing into action you jumped onto Levi’s chest making him groan lightly, but still, he ignored you. Hissing you pawed at his face with a frown. Still no response, ‘who knew Levi could be this sleepy?’ you thought curiously to yourself before an idea popped into your head. Looking at the wardrobe next to the bed you couldn’t help but smirk, swiftly climbing to the top of the wooden furniture you sat there as your tail swished from side to side. 

Levi was now laying on his back facing the ceiling with his left arm over his face covering his eyes, his chest lifted up and down ever so slightly. Squinting your eyes to him you stood up and flung your small animal body off the high wardrobe, landing spot on his chest. Levi’s eyes shot open as he looked down to his chest frowning ‘’what the fuck Y/N?’’ he growled, hissing you motioned to the time. Levi immediately jumped out of bed before quickly fixing up the covers, grabbing his uniform and a new pair of boxers he disappeared into his bathroom.

Sitting on the bed waiting patiently for the male to return you didn’t have to wait long since Levi came out of the bathroom fixing up his cravat before gazing down to you. Leaning down and scratching behind your ears making you purr Levi picked you up and made his way to the mess hall. 

Soon arriving at the large room you jumped out of the Captain’s arms strolling to your friend's table, your chest puffed out proudly as your tail was held high. Seeing your friends at the table you jumped up onto an empty spot and continued up onto the table itself, sitting down you meowed in a greetings way. ‘’Good morning Y/N’’ Armin smiled, purring in return you licked your lips. Feeling a nudge to your side you looked over your shoulder noticing Mikasa holding out a small piece of bread to you offering it. Shaking your head you pounced off the table meowing back to them in a ‘be right back’ tone. Walzting over to the doorway to the kitchen you passed the higher-ups table catching a few eyes, ignoring the confused looks you made your way into the kitchen. 

You could hear squealing come from outside, presuming it is Hanji that saw you made you internally groan. Looking over to the trays of food laid out you climbed onto the counter and picked up a bit of food for yourself. Sitting down you began to eat your meal in silence until the clear sound of boots against the floor caught your attention, flicking your E/C orbs to whoever dared disturb you-you came face to face with Hanji who stared at you like a child at a bucket of sweets.

Frowning you finished your meal before sitting up and staring right back at the woman in silence. ‘’Not so hostile are you now Y/N? Have you forgiven me?’’ she pouted playfully making you roll your eyes ‘’I’ll take that as a yes!’’ Hanji beamed before picking you up abruptly making you yowl and thrash around in her arms. Walking out of the kitchen with you obviously struggling in her arms Hanji grinned while trying to coo in your ear, heading to the higher-up's table she sat back down in her spot opposite to Levi and Erwin. ‘’Why are you traumatizing Y/N?’’ Erwin asked furrowing his eyebrows at the female who just shrugged. Levi kept quiet watching you three, picking you up and holding you in front of her Hanji began to talk to you like she would to a baby. That ever-lasting frown didn’t cease as you continued to glare her down, setting you on the table you sat there in silence as Erwin began to chat with Hanji about how you got changed into a cat anyway. 

‘‘Oi Y/N’‘ a voice called out causing you to snap your gaze to the direction of the owner, landing your eyes on Levi he gestured to the empty space in front of him on the table. Walking across the table cautiously making sure you didn’t knock anything over you arrived in front of Levi as your tail swirled around. Reaching out his hand he began to pet you, pulling you onto his lap you laid down as Levi ran his hand up and down your fluffy back. ‘‘Awe Levi!’‘ Hanji squealed watching him. You began to purr quietly closing your eyes for a few minutes in calm heaven until a strange feeling overcame you. Looking upwards you began to meow and purr, shaking slightly you got off of Levi’s lap off the floor. ‘‘What the fuck is up with her?’‘ Levi asked motioning down to you as you were flopping and rolling around on the ground making yowling noises. 

Erwin raised an eyebrow ‘’I don’t know... A side effect maybe?’’ he puzzled turning to Hanji who clasped her hands in excitement before she jumped down in front of you. You were never this noisy and definitely not this active, Hanji knelt down in front of you watching your sudden behavior change before she gasped. Spinning around to the two men who sat behind her she glanced back down to your squirming form before looking back to them ‘’she probably just went into heat!’’ Hanji said Erwin frowned slightly ‘’But she’s a human..’’ he mumbled in confusion. ‘’You mean she was human! This cat syrum lasts a few days! I don’t know how long but with poor Y/N’s luck she’s gone into heat’’ she informed placing a hand onto her chin watching you. 

‘‘Wait so you’re telling me cat Y/N want’s to have fucking kittens?’‘ Levi questioned in a more serious tone, Hanji nodded not looking to the raven-haired male before she perked up. ‘‘We should get a male cat from the streets!’‘ she grinned, Levi growled to the scientist ‘‘we are not fucking getting a filthy cat off the street! And we are definitely not making Y/N have kids with an animal!’‘ he snarled to her, Hanji squinted her eyes in thought. 

‘‘Well.. we can’t let her get out of the building in case she does run into any little wild cats that would be running around so!’‘ Hanji started smiling widely to Levi ‘‘Since you’ve already been taking care of her! You’ll make sure she never leaves your office or room got it!?’‘ With a sigh Levi nodded his head, standing up he walked to your little figure. Picking you up lightly you continued to squirm and meow in his arms as he exited the mess hall. ‘‘Tch Y/N calm down will you? Horny brat’‘ he frowned down to you. Arriving at his office he opened the door and locked it before putting you down, watching you from the corner of his eye Levi sat down at his desk.

‘This is so uncomfortable what the actual fuck?! Hanji really thinks I’m in heat? Fuck this shit.. seriously this is madness..’ you thought managing to stand up at least before you walked to Levi’s desk. Looking up to him you meowed rubbing against his boots and twirling your tail around them. ‘When will this hell be fucking over?’ you continued begging for some attention.

// Time Skip \\

It has been 5 days since you were turned into an animal and you could tell Levi wasn’t enjoying it. ‘’Are you ever going to change back Y/N?’’ he sent a displeased look down to you as you squirmed underneath his gaze, meowing you rubbed your head against his boot. Clicking his tongue Levi continued his paperwork ignoring your attempts for his attention. ‘’Y/N piss off you fucking horny shithead’’ Levi frowned down to you sending you into a sulking state. Walking over to the corner of the room you sat there looking into the corner in a gloomy state. ‘’What are you doing? Tch.. idiot’’ he grumbled looking to you before signing off the last page of work. A few minutes of silence passed until you started feeling a strange feeling at your chest, looking down you saw some fur disappearing and being replaced with human skin. Your eyes widened before you darted across the room bursting open the door to Levi’s bedroom and proceeded into his bathroom.

‘‘Y/N what the fuck are you doing? Where did you go?’‘ Levi called out to you getting up from his desk and walking into his bedroom, not seeing you anywhere in the room he made his way to the bathroom. Opening the door his grey orbs immediately landing on your nude form, shrieking you attempted to cover yourself ‘‘WHAT THE FUCK!?’‘ you screeched while Levi grumbled ‘‘finally you’re back to normal you little shit... I’ll get your uniform’‘ he said ignoring the fact that you were naked in front of him. 

Arriving back quickly with your stuff Levi strolled back into his bathroom not giving a single shit about your horrified expression ‘hOW COULD HE BE SO CALM ABOUT THIS!? IM NAKED DOES HE NOT CARE!?’ you mentally screamed as Levi set down your uniform before leaving without another word. ‘’Today has been the most eventful day of my life I swear..’’ you quietly mumble before getting changed.

Opening the door to his bathroom you walked out awkwardly rubbing your forearm as you made your way into Levi’s office not knowing what to do or say. Arriving in the office Levi was leaning against his desk. ‘’Eh... Thanks for minding me when I was.. yknow...’’ you mumble in embarrassment, Levi nods his head ‘’It’s fine.. you were quite amusing if I’m being honest except for when Hanji said you were in heat, horny little shit’’ Levi tried to ease your nervousness making you laugh slightly as silence poured into the room. 

‘‘Remember the first night I took care of you?’‘ Levi asked looking to you while you were in thought. ‘‘Yeah I do’‘ you scratched the back of your head shyly as Levi had his plain bored expression on his face. Sighing he walked over to you before biting his lip. ‘‘You know I’m not the best with saying shit like this but fuck it..’‘ Levi mumbled before leaning in and kissing your lips lightly. ‘‘I don’t care what the others think or say... you wanna go out? Maybe?’‘ Levi asked obviously struggling with the words. Smiling you nod ‘‘of course Levi... I’ll gladly go out with you’‘ this made Levi actually smile for once before kissing you again.

After all.. being a cat for a few days turned out great in the end.

[i-choose-liam]

Tassels - King Liam x MC (The Royal Romance)

A/N: An anon requested Liam and Mc playing truth or dare. It’s pretty suggestive, but not nsfw, so don’t worry. Tagging @bowful, @indescribablechoices, @indiacater, @zaffrenotes, @angelicfangirl, @thatspicegirlssong, and @lizzybeth1986. If you would like to be removed from the tags, please please let me know. I feel awkward enough tagging you as it is. Thanks.

Pairing: King Liam x MC (Queen Riley)

Rated: T, for sexual themes 

As the Queen of Cordonia dropped her head back to the couch, she let out a weary sigh. Her husband was standing by the dresser, taking off his coat and looking at her with a smile. "Tired, my love?", he asked. Riley turned her head to the side to get a better look at him. She said, "No. Just bored. Contrary to what my teachers said about me in college, I cannot talk an entire Parliament into submission" Liam chuckled, taking off his cravat. "I'm sure you could, dear, provided we hand you a bottle of vodka before" "Ha-ha. Wait", she wondered aloud, "When was the last time I got drunk?" She sat up straight when she realised - "Liam, I can't remember the last time I was drunk. I think it was that time when I played truth or dare with Maxwell and the others, but I'm not sure" Liam turned away from the mirror to face her, unbuttoning his shirt as he spoke. "You lot played truth or dare? When?" Riley shrugged, "It seems like ages ago. I think it was before your Coronation" "Wow" He said and turned away. Riley had become so accustomed to her usually impassive husband's moods, it didn't take her long to figure out something was amiss. That "wow" hadn't been one of nostalgic surprise. It had undertones of hurt. "What do you mean by wow?", she asked. "Nothing. Just that it has been so long" "No", Riley got up, "I know all your wows. Your wow, when you see an amazing artwork. The other wow, when you can't believe how funny something is. Then there's another wow, when you see me naked" She smiled on hearing his laugh. ‘God, I love that laugh’ Liam turned to her. He was unbuckling his belt, while the ends of his shirt lay wide open, exposing his chiseled torso. "I am quite flattered that you have been studying my speech patterns" "Or as I like to call it... Liam-guistics" "Dear god" "Oh hush. You love it" He took her in his arms, saying he did indeed. Riley laid her face against his chest, lovingly dancing her fingers along his abs. Liam was quite tall, so she often got to enjoy being enfolded in his arms, having his chin rest atop her head. She asked, her cheek growing warm against his chest, "What was that 'wow' about?" Liam rubbed circles on her back with his hand. He said, "Do you really want to know?" "Yeah" "Well, it's going to make me sound petty. But I felt jealous that you guys played truth or dare without me. Sorry" She said, "Aw. Don't be sorry. If I were in your place, I would have never forgiven any of you for playing without me" "You can be rather vengeful" She gave him a playful push, moving her face away from his chest, but Liam held her tight in his arms. Riley looked up into his smiling face. She said, "There is a way we can set this right. I'll play truth or dare with you" "That is incredibly sweet of you. But you don't have to" She held his arms, insisting, "I want to! It will be fun, I promise" Excitement flickered in Liam's eyes, until he compressed it into one word. "Okay" "Great! Come on, we will sit on the bed" Riley had changed into her nightdress, and Liam wore his pyjama pants. They were sitting up on different sides of the bed, facing each other. Riley had explained the simple rules to him before she asked, "Shall we play then?" "Absolutely" She said, "Okay. You pick first. Truth or dare?" "Hm", Liam seemed to be giving it a thought, "Truth" Riley smirked, waggling her brows at him. "Too scared to be dared, Your Majesty?" He returned with a devious smile of his own, "I'm just getting warmed up, my Queen" "Well then, truth, huh? Okay!", Riley asked, "When was the last time you got a hard-on in public?" Liam's eyebrows rose, as he said, "Wow" "That's definitely your 'I can't believe this' wow" "You're just jumping right into it, aren't you?" She winked. Liam cleared his throat. "If I must answer... it was four days ago" "Four days ago? We were at the Beaumont estate four days ago" Liam nodded. He wouldn't meet the surprised look in her eyes. "You were helping Maxwell with the cleaning. You offered to wash the car. Bertrand and I were discussing Parliamentary matters on the lawn" "But I don’t remember doing anything sexy", Riley said. Liam gave her a look. He said, "That's what always happens. You are just doing your own thing, and without knowing it, you can seem unbelievably sexy" She laughed in disbelief. "Okay. So I was washing the car and?" "It was hot out and we were inside the estate grounds. So you were wearing shorts and a tank top. And you threw on a red plaid shirt over it. There was that wash bucket, the foam and washcloth", Liam said, "You were bent over the hood, washing the glass. The angle of your body, it... and you had foam on your chest" "Oh my god" Liam blushed, "That's not what I...! Anyway, you... you wiped the sweat from your forehead and took off the shirt because it was too hot. Then you crawled on your hands and knees on top of the hood… to clean the car's roof. Let's just say that was enough to... illicit an indecent response from my body" Riley laughed, "Liam! Why didn't you tell me right then?" "How could I? Bertrand was talking to me, and all I could think about was pinning you down on that hood and getting your tank top & shorts out of the way" Riley covered her face as she laughed some more, expertly covering her blushing cheeks too. She asked, "How did you get rid of it?" Liam said, "I took a newspaper from the tea table and put it on my lap. I had to pretend to read it. Then Savannah came in with Bartie and handed him to me. I was horrified at the thought of seating him down anywhere near my... so I just awkwardly held him in my arms throughout the rest of the conversation" "Poor baby" "I made sure he didn't..." "Not Bartie. You", Riley giggled. Liam grinned. He told her, "You're more dangerous than you realise" "Oh I totally get it now" Looking more relaxed, Liam reclined into the bed. He said, "Now it's your turn. Will it be truth or dare?" "Dare, obviously" "Very well. I dare you to take off all your clothes and keep them off for the rest of the game" Riley stared at him in surprise. Liam looked as innocent as a lamb. "That was fast", she said, "Were you planning it or something?" He gave her a nod, saying, "It was the first thing that popped into my head when you suggested playing truth or dare" Liam laughed on seeing the expression on her face. He sat up in bed, pulling her to him. "Come on. Don't tell me you're scared" "I'm not" Riley narrowed her eyes at him, before getting on her knees and pulling off her negligee. "Wait", Liam said. She watched him get out of bed. He had the nerve to turn on every single light in their bedroom, even the bedside lamps. He plopped down into bed, resting his head on his elbow and watching. "Continue", he said. With his eyes hungrily caressing every exposed inch of her skin, Riley slowly pulled off her nightdress. She rose on her knees and arched her back fully, making Liam's jaw drop. Her fingers unhooked the bra from behind. She held it in place for one agonising minute, before it slipped out of her hands and fell on the bed. Liam's pulse visibly moved in his throat. Riley turned, so he was facing her side, and slipped the panties off her butt, the fabric caressing her skin as she pulled it down. She sat down in bed and stretched her right leg up in the air. She pulled down the panties along the length of her leg, freed it from her left leg, then tossed it on the floor. When she turned to Liam again, he was practically devouring her with his eyes. So for added effect, she shook her head to let her hair bounce and splay, till it settled on her shoulders. "Riley...", Liam growled. He advanced on her, saying, "You're so fucking gorgeous..." "Uh-uh", she put a hand to his chest, keeping him away, "I did what you dared me to. Now it's my turn to ask" Liam almost sounded desperate, "But darling..." "Rules are rules, Liam" He immediately schooled his petulant expression into one of nonchalance. He sat down on the bed, away from her. "Fine. I choose truth" "You're such a chicken!" He laughed, "The choice is up to me, isn't it?" Riley scoffed. She rolled her eyes, "Fine" On purpose, she positioned herself in bed on her side. Liam could gaze unhindered at her front, and the curve of her body cresting over her hips and narrowing at her legs. "Tell me. If you absolutely had to, who would you have sex with - Drake or Maxwell?" "You...", Liam exclaimed, "What kind of a question is that?" She tried not to burst into a laugh. "It's a question. You have to answer truthfully" Liam put a hand to his forehead and closed his eyes. He sighed. "If I absolutely had to", he mumbled, "Drake" "I'm sorry, speak louder" "I said Drake! You happy?" She giggled. "Oh very happy" Liam warned her, "If you tell him, I swear I will tell our friends what your nicknames for them are"   "You wouldn't!" "If you tell him this, then I will tell them", Liam said, "I'm quite sure Miss Honeypot will forgive you though" "Liam!" He ducked the pillow she threw at him and laughed. This time, Riley chose truth. Liam gave it a long thought. "Are you going to ask me or are you just going to stare at my body?" "Hm?" "You're such a..." "Okay, okay!" He finally asked, "What is the most public place you would be willing to have sex in?" "Why do I feel like you are asking this for future reference?" "What if I am?" She blushed, "You are incorrigible. I swear, your exhibitionist kink is going to get us caught some day" "Answer the question, Your Majesty", he grinned ear to ear. Riley thought about it for a while. She said at last, "Anywhere but public transport. Those places are crawling with germs" Liam raised an eyebrow, "Anywhere, you say? Interesting" She cut him off, saying, "It's your turn now, pervert. And if you pick truth again..." "Dare" Riley confirmed, "Really?" Liam nodded, "Yes. Dare me. It's only fair" When she sat up in bed with a big smile on her face, Liam realized he was in trouble. Riley said, "I dare you to take a sexy selfie and send it to one of your closest friends" She chuckled when Liam shook his head at her. "A dare's a dare", she reminded him. Liam groaned, throwing a pillow over his face. Riley pulled it off him, laughing, and put his phone in his hand. "Come on now. Don't tell me the King of Cordonia can't keep his word" Liam gave her a pained look, "If I wasn't in love with you, I would hate you so much" "Yeah, right. Sexy selfie now. Come on" "I don't even know how to take a sexy selfie!" "Just pretend you're going to send it to me. What would you want me to see?" "Well…" Riley giggled some more. She said, "I mean, other than my favourite part" Liam huffed. He had a hand under his head as he lay in bed, the muscles in his arm flexing. He turned on the front camera on his phone and positioned it above him. It did present a good picture. His shirtless torso, the fruits of his workout, and his mussed up hair. He managed to give half a smile to the camera before clicking the picture. "Let me see!" Riley took the phone from his hand and gawked at the picture. She said with reverence, "This is definitely going in my private collection" Liam asked hopefully, "Does that mean I don't have to send it to a friend?" She began typing, "Oh you're definitely sending this to someone. Who's it going to be?" "Darling, please..." "I'll just send it to Drake" Liam shot up in bed. "No!", he took the phone away from her, "He'll never let me hear the end of it" Riley chuckled. "Then how about Hana?" "That would be extremely inappropriate" "Then that leaves..." Liam closed his eyes, mumbling, "Forgive me, my friend" He typed in the name but couldn't hit send. "You send it" Riley took the phone back from his hands. She said with a wicked leer, "Gladly" She even attached a caption: I'm waiting for you. "And... sent!" "You are pure evil. I really wonder at times if the red dress you wore at the Masquerade wasn't a sign after all", Liam said. Riley laughed, exclaiming, "Oh my god, he replied!" "Nooo...", Liam groaned. Riley read the reply aloud. "Uuummmm... Liam, you sure you got the right number?" "Give me that!" She rolled on the bed and laughed, while Liam typed a frantic apology to his friend. ‘I'm so sorry, Maxwell! That was meant for Riley. I apologize. So very sorry’ Maxwell texted back, ‘Lol awkward. No harm done tho. You two kids play safe. G'night!’ Riley was still laughing when Liam jostled and tickled her as punishment. By the time she had regained her breath, Riley was sitting up. She grabbed her bra from the bed and her panties. She got out of bed to put them on, saying, "I sure hope you enjoyed your first game of truth or dare, babe. That was fun" "It's not over yet" She turned to see Liam get out of bed and approach the side of it where she was standing. "What do you mean it's not over?", Riley asked. Liam had a stoically sexy expression on his face, one that made her stomach flutter. He said, as he advanced on her, "I was the first one to choose. You still have to make your last choice" He walked to her, backing her into the nightstand. Riley tried to retreat from his lustful gaze lighting sparks under her skin, but there was nowhere to escape. Liam towered over her, 6'2" inches of masculine beauty and abundant sex appeal. His broad chest, his wide shoulders, his arms that she knew could bench-press two of her. She had never felt so... intimidated by Liam's size. He looked like he could do anything he wanted with her. The possibilities turned her speechless and immobile. "What will it be - truth or dare?" 'Oh fuck. He's using his sexy voice' Riley took a deep breath and defiantly met his heated gaze. She said, "D-dare" "Excellent" He leaned forward, making her jump. She saw he was only reaching for the bottom drawer on the nightstand.

Under his personal effects, which he knew Riley would never snoop through, Liam had hidden a gift box. He laid the rectangular box against her bare chest, meeting her eyes under his dark eyebrows. "Open it" The box almost slipped out of her hands. But she managed to untie the silk ribbon and open it. 'Lingerie?' Liam said, "I was going to ask you to wear this for me on my birthday. But it looks like I'm going to get my present a little early" Riley lifted the two piece lingerie out of the box. It was black and nude. Silk and net and lace. It looked expensive as hell. And the design was weird. There were no cups on the corset and it had fastenings in the back. She said, "I have never seen anything like this before" "Thank goodness" Riley found two round patches in the box. They had the Cordonian flag on them. 'Wait. These aren't patches. These are...' "Nipple tassels?!", she asked with disbelief. Liam grinned like he had finally been caught. He rested his hands on Riley's waist, grazing the tip of her nose with his. He said, trying to sound sweet and innocent, "You don't have to use them if you don't want" "You have got to be kidding me" Now she realised why the corset didn't have cups. What she had supposed to be the back was actually the front. When she wore it, her breasts were going to be completely bare. Unless she put on the tassels. And the panties looked weird because they were crotchless, front and back. "Liam... you are officially the most depraved, lecherous, perverted, shameless..." He silenced her with a kiss. He smacked his lips loudly against hers, withdrawing and nipping her lower lip between his teeth. Resting his forehead against hers, Liam said, "I dare you to wear this under your dress tomorrow evening" Riley felt the heat rise up in her face. She said, "We are supposed to be at the Royal Theatre tomorrow. Why would you possibly want me to wear this there?" "For access, of course" Riley gasped and hit him in the chest, making him laugh. She wiggled to get away but her husband had her pinned against the nightstand. "I dare you", he said, moving to bite her lips and clacking his teeth just an inch short of her mouth. With his hand trailing down and squeezing her butt, and his eyes boring into hers, Riley said, "Challenge accepted"

[thisgirlsays22]

You Are Not Alone (Part 1)

Rating: E

Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin

Pairing(s): Mikasa Ackerman/Jean Kirstein, Eren Yeager/ Levi

Word Count: 1.8K

Additional Tags: Post-canon, angst, smut More Tags On AO3

Summary:

Mikasa relishes in her newfound sense of freedom. Loneliness does not mean she is alone.

A prequel and sequel to Home and I Know (I Am the One in Love).

Written for the wonderful @dreamxxdream as a (belated) birthday gift. Nadine, you are a wonderful friend and I am very lucky to have you! 

And thank you to @fluffymusketeer for the beta <3333

Read on Ao3 or under the cut.

The moment Levi arrived at her door, Mikasa knew that Eren’s happiness was just around the corner. She could sense it, the same way Sasha always sensed when they needed to slow their movements to sneak up on prey; the way Armin could sense when the political tide was turning against Historia; the way Jean could sense when Mikasa needed to be alone.

She had been taken aback by the unexpected sight of Levi on her front porch. “You’re not Jean.”

And she wasn’t Eren. Levi’s eyes flicked behind her to the dark corridor as though expecting him to be there, waiting.

“He’s not here.”

“I didn’t think he was.”

“You were hoping.”

Levi didn’t answer. Mikasa stepped aside to let him in, and directed him to her small living room. She gestured for him to sit on the sofa--imported from Marley, a gift from Sasha and Connie when she’d moved in--and went to fetch a tray of tea and biscuits from the kitchen.

While the tea was boiling she assembled the tea set, a housewarming gift from Jean, white and delicate with tiny blue birds painted through the center of each cup and all around the teapot. She stared down at the tray, and her thoughts drifted to Eren, as they often did, about whether now he’d come home or if Levi’s return would send him further into the forest of his self-imposed exile.

“He’s living in a stupid cabin now,” she announced as she placed the tray in front of Levi, pushing the plate of biscuits towards him.

Levi was dressed more casually than Mikasa was used to--no cravat, simple black shirt and casual trousers--but his back was rigid, posture perfect as he gave her a short nod and reached for the tea. His expression remained impassive as ever, but Mikasa thought his eyes looked a little sadder than last she’d seen him.  

“When did he leave?”

She shrugged. “Not too long after you.”

Levi’s hand briefly stilled as he brought the cup to his lips. Mikasa took note of the hesitation with mild interest.  

“Jean’s going to visit him.” She peered at Levi as she took a delicate sip from her cup.  “I was actually expecting him to stop by today before he left.”

“Hm.”

“Jean wouldn’t mind if you went instead. It’ll stop him from complaining.”

“Does Eren keep the place clean?”

“You know better than anyone that he was always the best at cleaning.”

Levi gave her a small smile. “Yeah, the Corps should have given him a damn medal.”

She returned the smile and was about to ask about Marley when there was a knock at the door, sharp and precise.

This time it was Jean, dressed in his work clothes. Crisp, white button-down over his most sensible trousers. His hair was neat, perfectly styled, and she looked forward to the damage she’d wreck on it.

“Hey,” he said, hands landing on her waist, head tilting forward to kiss her.

“I have company,” she said, touching a hand to his chest. He straightened, disappointment clouding his face.

He followed her through to the living room, visibly surprised when he spotted Levi. Jean straightened instinctively, and for a moment Mikasa thought he might salute. Levi had been gone long enough that he could be excused for reverting to old habits.

“It’s good to see you, si--Levi.” Jean corrected himself smoothly as Levi arched an eyebrow.

“You too, Jean.”

“I’ll be in Marley in a few weeks for work. I was going to see if you were free for a meal.”

A thought occurred to Mikasa. “You saw each other last time Jean was in Marley, didn’t you?”

“Yes, that's right,” Jean said, and Levi nodded.

That had been right before Eren’s departure, hadn’t it? Before his childish rant about how nowhere felt like home.

In his letters he sounded lonely, but nothing she wrote brought him back. A new strategy had appeared in her doorway today. He hadn’t exactly said yes earlier, though.  

“Jean, you wouldn’t mind if Levi went to see Eren, would you?”

Levi eyed Mikasa warily.

“Oh, you mean a weekend in my own bed instead of on Eren’s floor? No, I don’t mind.”

“Sure, I’ll go,” Levi said, putting down his cup. “I suppose I could break his legs for you and drag him back home, if that’s what you want.”

“That won’t be necessary. You just need to bring him some supplies, make sure he hasn’t done anything too stupid,” Mikasa said.  

“I’m not a miracle worker.”

“Better you than me.” Jean shrugged his jacket off and draped it over one of the chairs. “You can have a crack at him.”

“How are the others then?” Levi asked, brushing past Jean’s remark.

“Historia’s trying to raise the import taxes again,” Mikasa said.

Levi tilted his chin in Jean’s direction. “Bet you love that.”

Jean leant back in his chair, looking miserable. “It’s causing me no end of trouble, but that’s the job.”

“How’s your station?” Mikasa asked Levi.  

“Paint drying would be more interesting. They’re a bunch of lazy bastards.”

“My recruits aren’t much better,” Mikasa said. “I’m glad they can afford to be soft, but…”

“If something happens they won’t be prepared.”

Mikasa nodded. “No matter how much we prepare them.”

“Well, that’s where I come in. I keep the peace.” Jean sat up straight and puffed up his chest.  

The afternoon drifted by as they eased back into one another’s company. Jean stopped speaking so stiffly to Levi and started talking to him like a friend again. Levi’s posture relaxed and he laughed at Mikasa’s stories (mostly the one one’s that centred around Hanji and the latest batch of recruits they were wrangling).  

When the sky started to darken, Levi stood to say his goodbyes. He cleared his throat, and said, “Give me the supplies for Eren, then. I’ll leave in the morning.”

She and Jean exchanged looks, and Levi looked annoyed.

“Let me get the bag,” she said.  

Her love for Eren had always been as difficult to grasp as water. The cruel world as she knew it had revolved around him. A brother, a friend, the object of some indulgent, adolescent fantasties.

But over time that love had taken shape and settled. Strong and sure, but no longer all-consuming. It had still been painful to watch him struggle after the war, unable to help. As she sent Levi off with supplies and directions, she felt something ease in her chest.

After Levi was gone, Jean turned to her. “Do you think Levi’s going there to fuck some sense into him?”

“I have no idea anymore. I thought Levi just wasn’t…”

“Into men?”

“Into anyone.”

Jean wrinkled his nose. “Eren used to have it bad for him. It was embarrassing to watch.”

He was right. Eren had acted like a lovesick idiot at one point during their teens--earning himself both good and ill-natured teasing. His mooning had petered out before the war have moved to Marleyan shores, but...after the war, no matter how miserable Eren could be, he always made space for Levi. They’d been friends.

“Whatever the hell is going on with them, I hope they figure it out,” she said. Then she strolled in the direction of her bedroom, a sway in her hips, and said over her shoulder, “Come on, Ambassador Kirschtein.”

Jean buttoned up his shirt, running a hand over it to smooth the wrinkles. “You’re still coming with me to the palace next week? For the fundraiser?”  

She stood before him, still naked, and did up one of the buttons he’d missed. “Ask whoever you’re stringing along this week to go with you.”

Jean huffed, face red. “I’m not stringing anyone along,” he sputtered. “Just because the last date you went on was a year ago, doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t have any fun.”

She rolled her eyes. He was getting hard again as he looked at her, and she palmed his cock through his underwear. Jean stopped fussing with his shirt and pushed her back down on the bed, hovering over her.

“You already said you’d go,” he murmured, appealing to her honor rather than her sympathy. A clever strategy. His hard length pressed between her legs, and she rubbed herself against him, wanting more.

“Alright,” she conceded, pushing his shoulders down towards her naval. “I’m not going to dance, though.”

“Fine. I promise we won’t have any fun at all, and you can mope all you like.” He guided himself down until his head was between her legs, and she ran her fingers through the darker tips of his hair.

She laughed in spite of herself, smiling up at the ceiling as he began to tease her. “We could play practical jokes on Sasha again.”

Jean swirled his tongue around her clit, pace slow and even the way she liked, and when he looked up at her he grinned. “Oh yeah? What do you have in mind?”

“If she gets up to use the bathroom, hide some of her food.”

“She’d never leave her food unguarded.”

“It happened last time.”

“Well then, we’ll keep watch over Sasha’s food for the evening. Does that mean you’ll come?”

“Yes, I suppose it does.” Shit. This meant she’d have to buy a new dress.

Jean moved a hand up to rub her nipple between his fingers and she moaned, bucking her hips.  

“Are you going to fuck me now, or what?” she asked.

Jean opened his mouth to reply, but she changed her mind. She pulled him up, wrapped her legs around him, and flipped them over. “Actually, this time I think I’ll fuck you.”

“Hell yeah,” Jean breathed, looking up at her reverently as she sank down on his cock.

Later, hand on the doorknob, he turned and asked her. “Do you really not care if I’m seeing other people?”

“I’ve already told you I don’t.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I wanted to check again. What you said earlier about stringing people along...I’m not...”

“I know,” she said. She was the problem, not Jean.

He nodded and stepped out into the night. She could have asked him to stay; he probably would have, despite the luncheon he was attending the next day. But the loneliness, the kind that hated company, wrapped its hands around her throat and kept the words from coming. Jean didn’t push the matter, but he gave her a quick kiss before he walked out the door.  

That night, lying in her bed, she reached for her notebook on her bedside table and wrote:

You are not alone.

You are not alone.

You are NOT alone.

Over and over until she hit the end of the page. She wrote them for herself, for Eren. As though she could will them to come true.

She’d taken to sleeping with things in the bed when Jean wasn’t there--clothes, notebooks, pens. In quiet moments like these, surrounded by the stillness of the night, the soft chirping of crickets outside her window, she let herself miss them all.

Of its own accord, her hand slid down the opposite side of the bed. She fell asleep with her notebook by her head.

[ackbang]

tea time for @silvereyesandboloties. prompt: winter romance

“have you ever been up north?”

“are you really asking me that?”

erwin chuckles and shakes his head. “i suppose that was an ignorant question. i should have phrased it as ‘would you like to travel north?’”

“why the fuck would i want to do that?”

erwin shifts in his chair to face levi. “as you know, each district has its own variety of culture--the underground was no exception. utopia has an interesting festival during the winter solstice that i have only attended once many years ago. our next expedition is not until the spring...”

“you’re really going to take a break?”

“if you will go with me, i certainly will.”

“no paperwork.”

“a little bit of paperwork.”

“no paperwok.”

they stare at each other, and there are some gazes that even the commander cannot yield to. “no paperwork.”

levi fingers the edge of his cravat, his face softened a little like butter over his victory. “when do we leave?”

“tonight.”

“dammit, erwin.”

“you think i would give you time to change your mind?”

levi sighs and shakes his head, irritated that erwin is right, as he tends to be. the bastard knows him far too well. he shifts his crossed leg down onto the floor and stands. “i’ll ready my things.”

“no.”

“levi.”

“no, absolutely not.” levi starts to turn away.

“it’s the culture. you do not want to be rude do you?”

“like i give a fuck.” levi crosses his arms over his long military jacket as he stares daggers up at erwin. his breath plumes over the scruff of his gray scarf, his fingers clad in worn dark leather. he’s ready to jump back onto his mare and ride back in the frigid winter night if need be.

“this is the only place within the walls with natural hot springs.”

“i’m not getting naked in there with everybody else’s... bodies having been in there.”

“it will just be the two of us.”

levi’s cheeks heat even more. “i thought you said that this ritual or whatever was so some desperate idiots could find their ‘better halves’.”

“do we not match the description?”

levi gapes. he scoffs and looks away. “no.”

“it’s fascinating, really. the soil up here does not fair as well as those down south, despite the relatively short distance between locations. they take to rituals like this to inspire fertility of the land and of the people.”

“people fuck in the hot springs.”

“i never thought of that...”

“do you think of nothing but titans?” levi has made his decision. he makes his way back to his mare as a flurry begins to fall.

erwin stands with this head down and his bare hands buried deep in his pockets. “there is another ritual that is less... intimate.”

levi pauses in the street under a lamp light. it casts his face in deep shadows and paints his cheeks a rich auburn. “are you sure?”

“there are twisted pastries with a single dried berry in the center of it. each berry represents something different. the pair eats their own side of the twist until the reach the middle and reveal their fortune of sorts.”

if it is one thing that levi has come to enjoy about life above ground, it is fine tea and pastries. erwin, once again, knowing how to play his cards. levi fidgets but refuses to look up at erwin. “all the bakeries are closed.”

“ah, yes. i suppose you make a good point.”

“it’s too late to ride back to headquarters.”

“i do have an office here. i have not used it in a fair amount of time. however, i am sure we can find some cots to use and spend the night there.”

levi looks up, shakes his head and blinks several times as a snowflake lands in his eye. “if we can make it back to base tomorrow.”

levi swears he sees erwin grin, but it’s gone within a flash. “we shall see.”

it takes them a half hour to make it to the military base in utopia. they stall their horses, levi spending time to brush and blanket his horse as the wind howls outside of the stables. he meets erwin inside of the foyer of the stone building, shaking drifts of snow off his shoulders and from his hair. he sighs heavily as he steps toward erwin. “what are you doing?”

“i’m readying a heater. the office is freezing.”

“you brought us here to die, didn’t you?”

erwin chuckles again, and it’s like honey. there’s something different about it, and levi has to prop his hand on the back of a chair to stay steady. with care, erwin places some coals into a metal container and holds it by the handles as he leads the way up two sets of stairs. he asks levi to pull the key out of his pocket, levi fussing around in it for nearly a minute before finding it. he unlocks the door and leads them inside. 

that’s when levi realizes he’s been setup.

there’s a large futon rolled out in front of the burning fireplace with a pile of thick blankets. there’s a small table with a kettle and a finely ornate box next to it. it’s simple but cozy. levi flushes.

“what’s this?”

“you mean a great deal to me, levi.” erwin starts, follows levi as he enters deeper into the room. “our relationship has been... unconventional, yes, but i wished to do something special for you.”

“i wish you hadn’t.”

“and yet here we are.”

levi follows erwin who has put the heater down and placed the kettle on top. erwin sits on the futon and leans up to grab the box and hands it to levi. “open it.”

levi takes it, drags his fingers down the embossed cover of the box. it looks expensive, especially for their salaries. when he opens the box, he lets out an annoyed groan. “a twist pastry. from mitras?” he sets the box down and removes his gloves before pulling it out and leaving it in his open palm. “this will tell our ‘romantic fortune’?”

erwin grins, and levi returns it ever so slightly. “yes.”

the kettle whistles by the time they have stripped of their winter outdoor gear. they’ve unlatched their harnesses, and they lay limp at their sides over the front of their shirts. levi sits close enough to erwin that their legs touch under a big fluffy blanekt. erwin prepares some tea for them as levi presents the pastry to his commander. “you start.” erwin tears a part of the pastry for himself and chews. “aren’t you supposed to feed it to me or something?” levi grins as erwin tears another piece and places it on the end of levi’s tongue. it’s so thin and flakey it nearly melts on it. he rolls his tongue back into his mouth and chews, proud of the flush he has painted across erwin’s cheeks. 

they make it to the center of the pastry after several sips of tea and deliberate flirting. “what do we have?” levi asks.

“a strawberry.” erwin picks at it with his finger.

“stop it. i want to eat that.” levi picks it out of puffy pastry and pops it in his mouth. he swallows it in one go. “what did that mean?”

“eternal love.”

“yeah fuckin’ right.”

“i would not lie to you.”

“well, i ate it, so i guess we’re shit out of luck.”

erwin takes the last bit of pastry and sticks it in his mouth, chews a few times before swallowing it down. “i am not so sure about that.” erwin leans over and takes levi’s fingers within his own. he hovers over levi’s lips before stealing a quick kiss. “i can imagine myself dying with the thought of your lips on mine, levi.”

“you’re disgusting.” levi says as he kisses back. but he knows it’s true. he knows he feels the same exact way.

[brokensmileswritings]

Nerd Poker

Inspired by @georgialeflayart artwork of Strip Poker with Drunk Edgeworth and Plumed Punisher. 

I am a terrible person as I was going to write another fic about secret agent lawyers but i have writer’s block. 

Title. Nerd Poker.

Rated T maybe. 

Phoenix wasn’t exactly sure how this had happened.  All he knew was that it was something he has never seen before or willl see again. 

What had started as a * friendly* game of strip poker with Maya, Apollo  Blackquil and Klavier with drinks had ended up in a full scale argument between an underwear clad Maya and a nearly naked Edgeworth. The argument was about the merits of the Plumed Punisher of Khur’ain verses the untouchable Steel Samurai. 

It had started innocently enough. Apollo was on a break from Khur’ain for a week and Phoenix had invited him around for drinks and a catch up session.  Somehow a few beers had turned into a game of strip poker ( suggested by a rather merry Klavier) Phoenix was glad Trucy was with Athena and Pearl since he dreaded the thought of Trucy seeing her family in various states of undress. What puzzled Phoenix the most was how they had got Edgeworth. Prime and proper Edgeworth whose idea of spicing up your love life in the bedroom consisted of chocolate sauce and marshmallows. Edgeworth,who always blushed deep red whenever Phoenix saw his husband even without a cravat. 

How did they get Edgeworth to agree to play strip poker again? Phoenix deduced  copious amounts of alcohol were involved.

As expected, Phoenix was trumping everyone, having only lost his jacket, waistcoat and tie. ( Given to Edgeworth when he complained his neck was cold) Apollo had managed to remain somewhat decent in his shirt sleeves and trousers. Klavier was shirtless, as was Blackquil surprisingly enough. ( Who Phoenix admitted looked very attractive. How had he agreed to this as well? Phoenix just shrugged and figured alcohol) Maya was in her underwear but didn’t care that she was the only woman in the room. Then again, Maya was always up for a laugh or let her hair down after training for so long. 

Of course there had to be a loser, who of course was the nearly naked form of Phoenix’s husband. The game had now been abandoned for the current heated discussion between Maya, Edgeworth and Blackquil. Apollo was too busy fighting off a tipsy and overly flirtatious Klavier to even care.  Feeling left out, Phoenix did all he could to support his husband’s argument- hold him from behind and mimic his hand gestures. 

“ I think you will find, the Steel Samurai is vastly superior to that Khur’ainese knock off. “ Chief Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth slurred, his face flushed from the effects of one to many fireballs. 

“ Na ah!” Maya retorted “ I think it is a great homage! Wouldn’t it be awesome to have some crossover between the two heroes?” 

“ And ruin the entire premise of the show? PAH! I bet that drivel would sever.. sev... really undermine the.. show. I haven’t been this outraged since I saw the abysmal reboot.” came Edgeworth’s slurred response. 

“ You mean Steel Samurai X?” Simon Blackquil chimed in. “ Yes it was a complete travesty and insulted the original. However, I believe Fey-domo has a point. The two should meet up and unleash their power upon a new villain that neither can defeat alone. “ 

“ YES! That disgusting excuse for a show!” Edgeworth spat. Phoenix had to admit his beloved was extremely adorable when he was drunk. His pale face flushed, his perfect silver tresses slightly dishevelled, and as Phoenix noted, his nipples standing proudly on his milky skin. The attorney had to remind himself that he wasn’t alone since he really wanted to play with them. Twice he had let his hands wander down to Miles’s chest to tweak those perfect nubs but... upon meeting Apollo’s disproving eye, he abruptly stopped. 

So Phoenix continued mimicking Edgeworth’s moves to amused smiles until Edgeworth turned around and gave him a drunken death glare. 

“ Wright! Grow up”

“ Says the nearly naked prosecutor arguing with my best friend over children’s TV shows.” 

“ That’s nearly naked CHIEF prosecutor to you.” 

“ Ok I think we had better head to bed.” Phoenix gestured to the small group. 

“ Ja..”

“ Good Idea Wright-domo”

A soft snore came from Apollo who was already passed out on Klavier’s shoulder. 

“ Yeah.. Nick” Maya yawned in response. 

“ I agree.. You may have won that match Wright, but  I won that argument” Edgeworth muttered into Phoenix’s neck as he shivered. 

“ Yeah yeah.. whatever you say dear.” Phoenix grinned as he helped his beloved husband stand up and escorted him to their bedroom. 

[muddyevil]

Keeping Up With Your Little Sister Can Be Exhausting

Disclaimer - This is very NSFW. You have been warned.

Freed was hunched over the desk in the guild hall, chewing on the end of his pen as he worked through the runes in front of him. They were eastern runes, similar to his own but not quite the same, and he believed that adding elements of them into his work could not only strengthen his traps but make them faster too. He had been neglecting his rune studies recently, focusing more on his Dark Ecritures after Laxus left and made him the powerhouse of the team, and it was time to come back to his real passion.

He felt as the rune barrier he had laid across the door got activated as someone walked through. And not just anyone, either. He couldn't hear her feet on the floor, not even the soft padding that she made when she took her shoes off. He smirked slightly, waiting a few seconds for her to try and sneak up on him before he spoke without even looking up.

"Hey, Mirajane."

He heard the huff of annoyance before the room was filled with transformation magic for a second as she apparently turned back into her human form from whatever she was using before.

"How did you see me this time?"

Freed shrugged. He'd tell her one day if she didn't figure it out. Maintaining concentration on his work in front of him he held his left arm out, inviting her to perch on his lap. Now the fact they were in a relationship was out thanks to Bickslow (seriously, why was it always Bickslow?) he didn't have to worry too much about getting discovered. Mira sat down on his leg, letting him continue with his work for a while before starting to pepper his cheeks with kisses.

"So… what are you working on?"

Freed wrote a few more characters onto the page in front of him, before putting his pen down and pulling Mira closer to show her the runes.

"Well, these runes should be able to amplify the magic of any Fairy Tail wizard inside the barrier. They're also much harder to detect than my normal runes so it should confuse anyone they're up against as well. If I add on runes to reduce damage then we should be pretty much undefeatable once we're in here."

Mira nodded as he pointed at each character to explain exactly what they did. She was starting to understand some of the more simplistic runes, but these were well over her head. Freed picked up his pen again, but Mira interrupted him by straddling his lap. He immediately sat backwards, giving her more space as she wrapped her hands behind his head and kissed between his eyes gently.

"I've finished work, you know."

Freed nodded, putting his materials onto the table safely before resting his hands on her waist.

"And Bickslow and Lisanna aren't going to your flat tonight."

Freed paused, and Mira dropped her head down to his neck and started to kiss his skin gently. He hummed appreciatively, starting to dance his fingertips across her body and wishing there wasn't fabric separating them from her skin. He closed his eyes as he swallowed heavily, allowing the pleasure that Mira was giving him to wash over his body.

"We could go out for a meal, I know a nice restaurant on the other side of.."

She shook her head, her lips finally leaving his skin as she sat up to look into his eyes.

"Not tonight. We should make the most of having the apartment to ourselves and head home, don't you think?"

As soon as they were in the door Freed set about locking all of the doors and windows with runes. The other occupant of the apartment wasn't due back for a long time, but with Bickslow it was always better to be safe than sorry. Once he was sure they couldn't be disturbed he walked back past Mira, heading to the kitchen to turn on the kettle. He activated a rune to start heating up water, unlocking a cupboard to grab some cups.

"What did you want to dri…"

His hands were stilled halfway to the counter as Mira grabbed them, taking the mugs out of his hands and placing them back up into the cupboard. He froze as she raised up onto her toes slightly and pulled his hair away to start kissing at the side of his neck, and he deactivated the heating rune before breaking the connection to turn around and face her. The smile was full of mirth and he wished he could see what she was thinking. She pushed him back onto the countertop, stretching up again to kiss him as he wrapped his arms around her to stabilise her. She went for a deep kiss straight away and it made his head spin, the both of them usually built up slowly but now she was tugging at his coat, trying to get it off even as she was pressing her chest up against him. He kissed her back just as enthusiastically, how could he not, but when she pulled away to breathe he grabbed her shoulders and looked into her eyes.

"Mira… What's gotten into you?"

Mira bit her lip, and he almost came undone right there and then. She slid the fabric of his coat off his shoulders and dropped them to the floor of the kitchen before grabbing his cravat and using it to start dragging him to his room.

"I was speaking to Lisanna, and she said she and Bickslow fucked eleven times yesterday."

Freed froze just before they stepped over into his room, groaning in realisation as to what she was going for.

"Mira… It's not a competition, you know?"

Another tug on his clothing and he was following her again, spinning the two of them around and pushing him down until he bounced on the bed. Within seconds she was straddling his lap, and she could feel that despite his protests he was still excited by what she was doing.

"I know, Freed, but… I just thought it would be fun, for the both of us."

Freed allowed his hands to trail up the back of her thighs, pulling the fabric of her dress up as his fingers glided across her skin. He stared her in the eyes as he moved his fingers lightning quick, drawing a rune of passion across the back of her thigh. Her eyes fell closed as her head tilted back, lips parting as she let the feeling wash over her and Freed grinned at how good he could make her feel without even trying. As soon as the runes died down she moved her head back down, looking back into his eyes before a grin spread across her face. Within seconds she was naked, shoving Freed's shoulders down until his back hit the bed. Her mouth connected with his again, and he allowed his arms to snake around to the front of her body before pulling the band out of her fringe to allow it to fall down over her face. She wound her fingers through his hair as his teeth tugged at her bottom lip and he dragged his hands down her sides until his fingers rested on her waist. Gathering all of his strength he flipped the both of them over, landing on top of her as she kept her mouth covering his. As soon as her hands were free she got to work unbuttoning Freed's shirt, pulling it off his shoulders and throwing it over onto the floor. He pushed up onto his knees so she could work on his trousers, and not long after she had kicked them down his legs along with his underwear so he lay naked on top of her. It was always much more difficult getting him naked than it was for her, but she never complained.

Balancing his weight on one hand he used his other to make his way slowly down her body, trying to commit as much to memory as possible. He could have used his magic to give her more pleasure, but if she was serious about this twelve times in a day he had a feeling he might need to save it for later. He paused at her breasts for a second, considering how long he was going to linger there before he moved on down to her stomach and found his way in between her legs.

Mira's back arched as Freed began to move his fingers inside of her, left hand brushing through his hair as her right pressed the base of his spine. She kissed him hungrily as she tried to push him on top of her, adding more and more strength as she fought to keep concentration off the pleasure he was currently giving her. When she started to twist her shoulders he pulled away from her mouth, panting slightly as he did.

"Mira? Did you want…"

The change in position had disrupted his balance and she managed to force him more on top of her before he stilled his fingers and placed both of his hands either side of her head.

"We have a lot of work ahead of us, we gotta move quickly."

Freed sighed, really unsure about how he should be feeling before realising that there was this beautiful woman underneath him who wanted to do nothing but fuck him all day. Positioning himself in between her legs he buried his eyes into her neck as he entered her, focusing on the soft gasp that came from her lips as he did.

Mira's legs wrapped around his waist, clutching tightly onto him as he started to move. His mouth met hers again, kissing her deeply as he held himself over her. Mira grinned into his mouth, Freed always had been and probably always would be a perfect gentleman. She pressed down on his shoulder blades, forcing him to fall more heavily on top of her. He bit onto the bottom of her lip again, loving the moan that it teased from her throat before he kissed down her face, licking at her jawline and moving his lips ever so gently over her skin. Her hands stroked up and down his back, hitting her own legs before moving their way up to knot deeply in his hair. They moved in perfect sync as she felt her orgasm build up inside her. Her hands tugged on his scalp in warning and he grunted as he sped up in his movements. This first time he wanted to orgasm the same time as her, even if it didn't happen again that day. He focused on the touch of her skin on his, the slight pain in his head where she was pulling at his hair and the amazing feeling of her encompassing the entirety of him. Fuck, he was in love with that feeling.

She tightened around him first, pulling him over the edge of the cliff with her as she screamed his name into the air around him. He grunted into her neck, clenching his eyes shut as he climaxed before collapsing on top of her to try and catch his breath. After a few seconds, she kissed the top of his head and he rolled to the side, pulling her over with him so she rested on his chest. She smiled as she leant her head on his shoulder, beginning to draw patterns on his skin.

"One down, eleven to go."

Freed cracked open one eye at her to see her smirking up at him. His brain kicked into overdrive, a spark of competition igniting in his head.

"You know, Mira, if we are going to beat them we have to think this through logically."

Mira looked at him in confusion for a second before nodding. She was equally as competitive as him, and if there was one thing she wanted to do right now it was defeat Bickslow. And she had the brains of the guild helping her out.

"You know now that I think about it, we went about that all wrong. We should have started with the rougher sex first, while we had the most energy, and moved along to the more vanilla things as we get more tired."

Mira hid her mouth in his chest, trying not to let him see her laugh at just how seriously he was taking this. After she had gotten rid of her giggles, perfectly aware that he probably did realise what she was doing, she tilted her head to rest her cheek against his chest, hearing his still escalated heartbeat thumping against his ribcage.

"Don't you have runes to help with your stamina?"

The rune mage nodded, moving his arm up to rub her shoulder blade and push her breasts into his side.

"I do, but they lose effectiveness over time. I could probably only use three a day, so I would recommend using one every three rounds. Which brings us to another issue. What are we counting as a 'fuck'? Did you ask Lisanna how she defined it?"

Mira looked up at him, worried about the genuine question he had just asked. Freed was an only child, so he often had very odd views on what she would and wouldn't share with her siblings.

"... no, Freed. I did not ask her that."

Freed used his spare hand to rub at his chin, moving to sit up as he spoke.

"I could get in touch with Bickslow, he would…"

Mira grabbed his shoulders, pulling him back down with such a force he bounced off the bed a few times before he finally settled.

"You are absolutely not telling Bickslow what we are doing. We could go for the serial killer method?"

Freed sighed, rubbing the back of his head before moving his hand back down to her shoulder and hugging her closer.

"Even though that usually excites me, I thought we were just fucking all day today?"

Mira batted his chest gently, and he giggled at the way she pouted at his stupid answer.

"No, you idiot. The definition of a serial killer is someone who kills more than three times with a defined cooling off period in between. I suggest that one 'fucking session' is when we both orgasm with a period of at least 30 minutes in between?"

Freed thought for a second. That would work. With a nod he twisted on the bed, grabbing the notepad and pen that he always kept next to his bed and pulled his knees up to rest it on them.

"Sounds good to me. Right, we need to plan this strategically and then we can absolutely annihilate them."

Mira looked over at him as he opened the pad and began to write. She had lost him completely to his planning, and she didn't get his attention back until her fingers walked their way downwards and started to draw lines between his hips, getting lower and lower with each pass. When she brushed against the head of his cock he flinched, looking over at her and pausing at the look on her face.

"Are you being serious? You're planning this out?"

Freed looked back at her incredulously. Of course he was planning it out, how were they going to have a chance without it? It hurt him to say, but he knew that Bickslow had a higher stamina than him, and he would need proper planning in order to win. He sighed, preparing to explain his thinking to the takeover mage.

"I need longer recovery times than you if I use runes or not. Therefore I am going to be the limiting factor in this whole thing. Saying that, however, I can give you pleasure without needing to touch you so I can be doing that while I am recovering."

Mira sighed, knowing that Freed could go on like this for hours if he was given the opportunity. Some things just needed instinct. She grabbed Freed's notebook, throwing it to the floor and pretending not to hear his protests as she straddled him. His words died in his throat as she pressed her lips against it, arching her back and using one hand to move his above his head and pin them there. Once she had finished kissing his skin she pulled away, dropping her voice an octave before speaking.

"Enough talking, Freed. Keep your hands there, unless you want me to tie you up."

Freed swallowed, watching as Mira made her way down his body, kissing every inch of skin she found on the way down. His eyes closed as she got to the base of his abdomen, tilting his head back and clenching his fists as he felt her mouth encompassing him. Her lips and tongue moved in perfect tandem, and he couldn't help himself as he moved his hands down to tangle in her hair. He heard a growl in the back of her throat but she didn't stop, instead moving her hand to join her mouth as she continued to work. It took longer for his orgasm to start to build than it usually did, seeing as he had come so soon before, but as soon as he felt the knot start to build in his stomach he whispered a warning to Mira. As soon as the words left his mouth she stopped, pulling her head and her hand away as she straddled his legs.

Freed swore, moaning at the sudden lack of contact and cracking his eyes open slightly to look at Mira. She was rising up over him, and she moved almost gracefully up his body until she lowered herself onto him and allowed herself to readjust to his size. Freed returned his hands above his head, allowing Mira to move of her own accord. She found a rhythm almost instantly, and Freed was torn between watching her breasts bounce mesmerisingly and clenching his eyes shut at the pleasure that he was feeling.

Freed's eye magic wasn't as problematic as Bickslow and Evergreen's, and usually he had much better control of it than his teammates. However, occasionally he had issues and this was one of those times. When Mira's nails dug into his abs his eye flashed black, releasing a dark ecriture of the feeling he was currently experiencing.

The ecriture of pleasure hit Mira in the chest, spreading across her body like warm water as she started to scream in bliss as she started to orgasm. Freed moaned both through the feeling that her orgasm caused him and the annoyance that she was starting to tire before he was done. Mira's movements slowed, and Freed grabbed her waist to keep her moving. She collapsed down on top of him, breasts rubbing his chest as she changed the angle, and Freed captured her mouth in his as he controlled her movements to exactly what he needed to finish. His orgasm overtook him, groaning into her mouth before pulling away to catch his breath as Mira buried her face in his neck. Once they had recovered he spoke, kissing the side of her head gently.

"Shower?"

He had pinned her up against the tiles with his own body, one of her legs snaking around his waist as he thrust into her. She was screaming his name into the water that was falling around the both of them, and he gritted his teeth to hold on just a little longer. Her fingers were knotted deeply in his hair, tugging against his scalp as she panted in pleasure. His right hand was grasping onto the thigh that was resting on his waist, the other bracing them both against the wall and he rested his forehead on the cold tiles as he grunted her name. Pulling away he looked at her, brushing the hair out of her eyes as he smiled.

"You know, Mira, this might not be as hard as I thought. I'll put a rune on myself, give it a couple of minutes for it to work and then we'll carry on, yeah?"

Mira nodded, still breathing heavily as Freed reached around her to grab some shampoo to start to lather her hair. Before he could tip any out he looked at it in confusion, looking between the bottle and Mira.

"You know, I think someone's used my shampoo…"

Mira was laid back on the bed, hair already dry from one of Freed's spells, watching the man draw runes on his own chest. His own hair was down now and spilt about him on the bed in stark contrast to his sheets. Once the last line of the rune was drawn, and the magic activated he sighed, holding his arm out to pull Mira close to him again. She cuddled in close to his side, nuzzling into the skin on his chest.

"Hey, Freed?"

The rune mage pressed his lips against her scalp, mumbling in answer to her question.

"Could you use your sex spells on yourself?"

She felt Freed smirk, and his left hand moved wickedly fast on the skin of her back. After a few seconds, a wave of pleasure washed through her body and she moaned into his skin.

"I don't know. I've never tried. One thing I do know is that it wouldn't be anything as fun as when I use them on you."

She moaned softly, turning onto her back as she stretched out her still tingling muscles. Freed grinned darkly, turning onto his side and propping himself up on his right elbow as she looked at him through lidded eyes.

"I still have about fifteen minutes until this stamina rune kicks in, but until then you're mine."

He drew the rune slower this time, leaving Mira holding her breath in anticipation. She gasped as the rune completed and every nerve ending in her body fired at once, drawing out one of the most erotic noises she had ever made. Freed watched her face in fascination, he hadn't thought she could get any more beautiful but here she was with an expression of pure bliss that made him want to take her there and then. But not yet. He wanted to play with her more first.

Moving his hand down her abdomen he spread her legs slightly to start writing on her inner thigh. She sucked in a breath as her skin turned cold, putting her nerves on edge as she wondered what he was doing. His fingers trailed between her legs, teasing her but still refusing to give her any release as they made their way to her other thigh. The skin there went cold, just cold enough to be pleasant without being uncomfortable. Looking up at Freed she tried to guess what his aim was before his fingers moved to just below her belly button and drawing yet another rune.

Warmth spread from his fingers, the contrast in temperature exciting her as she closed her eyes, making it impossible to see what he was doing. His right eye flashed dark again, and he spoke his spell directly in her ear.

"Dark Ecriture: desire"

Mira's back arched as she moaned out loud, clutching the bed sheets in her fingers as her orgasm overcame her. It was longer than before, more intense, and when she finally collapsed onto the mattress her eyes were screwed tightly shut and her breath was ragged. Freed watched her, stroking wild strands of hair off her face and bending down to kiss her forehead.

"I think I'm going to need one of those stamina runes."

Freed chuckled, pulling the woman into his arms again with only the smallest amount of protest.

"Did you want one? Because I can give you one if you need it."

Mira shook her head, before nibbling at his chest gently. He gasped, before lying down on his back and trying to pull her on top of him. She resisted, staying on her side and dragging her fingers up and down his torso, scratching at his skin with her nails as she did.

"I can still use my arm, and that's all I need right now."

Freed looked at her in confusion until he felt her fingers wrap around him and he closed his eyes in pleasure. Freed had never really understood hand jobs, all the ones he'd had up to Mira were never as good as what he could do himself, but Mira was really talented. His mouth started to hang open in pleasure and he felt her lips press against his, gently for a second before the kiss deepened. He wound one hand through her hair, pulling her closer towards him and he was so caught up in the moment he didn't feel her spare hand start to draw on his chest.

It was a simple rune, really. Intensity. It didn't do anything on it's own, just took the target's current emotion and multiplied it, exactly what it said on the tin. It was a base level rune that could also be used in traps to increase their effectiveness and one Freed always added to ecritures if he really wanted to pack a punch. But he didn't care in that moment when his hips started to move of their own accord and his lips let out a guttural moan.

Mira's mouth left his, making her way downwards until her lips wrapped around his length and he clenched his fists in pleasure. He felt his orgasm flow through him and Mira didn't even break rhythm, swallowing him down as he breathed her name. He finally collapsed back onto the bed as she, not so subtly, wiped her lips with the back of her hand and made her way up the bed to collapse down next to him.

"Where… where did you learn that?"

Mira grinned, walking her fingers over his chest before sitting up and moving to the side of the bed.

"Believe it or not I can actually be quite observant, and it's something that's been used on me a lot."

She stood up, hips swinging as she left the room and Freed slammed his head down on the pillow below him. Fuck, this competition might just kill him.

Mira headed out into the kitchen, listening to see if Freed would follow her and being disappointed when he didn't. She had a plan for him, but she wasn't like her boyfriend and could adapt easily when her plans failed. She crouched down in front of the sink, opening the cabinet below it and reaching towards the back to bring out a wooden box. Standing up and placing it on the counter she opened the lid, starting to go through the toys inside.

The first time Freed had shown her where he kept this stuff she had been insanely confused, until he explained that it was the only place in the apartment that Bickslow was guaranteed not to go, seeing as it was behind all of the cleaning supplies. Even the office wasn't safe, as Freed was convinced that Bickslow would find a way to break into that one day. Grabbing a blindfold and a pair of handcuffs she put the box back under the sink, closing the cupboard again as she made to head back into the bedroom.

Freed had thrown an arm over his eyes, but tilted it when he heard her step in the door so he could look at her. She smiled down at him, crawling over the bed towards him as she grabbed his wrists and went to tie them above his head. He didn't struggle, instead narrowed his eyes at her slightly before he lifted his head to allow her to slip the blindfold over his face.

The sudden loss of vision sent adrenaline through his body, even though he trusted Mira completely. Unable to see her, each touch was a surprise and he was left anticipating the next one every time her fingers left his skin.

Her mouth met his gently and he felt her body press down on his, her skin remarkably soft and he wished that he could feel all over it. As her mouth left him he felt her tongue lick slowly down his jaw, occasionally nipping at the skin as she moved along. His body was tired, but it was still tantalising with every touch she gave him.

"Mira?"

"Hmm?"

Her voice vibrated against his chest as he mouth continued mapping his skin and he flexed his arms at the feeling it shot through him.

"Have I ever mentioned how incredible you are?"

Mira giggled, pushing herself to sit up and look down at him. He looked so vulnerable, looking off to the side where he assumed she was. She allowed her fingers to trace down his abs, grinning at the way he jumped slightly. Her muscles still ached, and she didn't know how much longer she'd be able to keep going but she would cross that bridge when she came to it. Her nails scratched across his hips, leaving long red marks across his skin as they got closer and closer to his cock with each pass.

She leant down, licking up his length and listening intently when he hissed through his teeth. He was hard again, the rune he had written on himself obviously working wonders and she made a mental note to make him give her one too. Not that she herself wasn't excited at the prospect of giving him again as a knot started to form in her stomach again as she watched him clench his fists in pleasure above her.

He groaned as her mouth left him again, but it turned into a moan of pleasure as she lowered herself onto him. She matched it with one of her own as she felt him fill her up entirely, pausing to enjoy the feeling for a moment before she started to move. She loved being in charge, loved knowing that he faces Freed was pulling was down to her alone. He was always so prim and proper in public, but when they were alone? Oh, she loved making him come undone. He was biting at his lower lip, biceps tensed as he pulled his knees up behind her and made noises that a true gentleman should never make. And all because of her.

She heard him grunt her name first and moved her hand down between her legs to start playing with her clit, trying to make her own orgasm come faster. Finally the knot in her stomach untied and she moaned in pleasure as it washed over her, collapsing down onto his chest and reaching to untie him.

As soon as his arms were free he wrapped them around her back, pulling her close to him. She started to remove his blindfold and noticed something that she couldn't help but mention.

"Hey, Freed?"

He moaned softly, not even bothering to use his words anymore. She reached up to his head, patting his hair gently as she did.

"You're little hair thingies are gone"

It was weird seeing him without them, and he groaned as he pulled her in tighter and toppled her on top of his chest.

"Where have they gone?"

Freed pressed his lips against the crown of her head before speaking into her scalp.

"Promise you won't laugh at me?"

Mira chuckled, throwing her right leg further over him so she could get more comfortable before moving her head down to his collarbone.

"I wouldn't dream of it."

Freed sighed. That was a blatant lie. Nevertheless, she'd have to find out sooner or later.

"Well, my runes take a certain amount of concentration to maintain. Every time I orgasm I lose a little concentration and some of my runes disappear. This time it was the ones that keep my spikes up, along with a few others. That's why I always go around after we've made love and fix the ones that have gone."

Mira resisted the urge to laugh, this was obviously something very worrying to Freed.

"Can you feel which ones you've lost?"

Freed nodded, and she carried on with her questions.

"How many have I made you lose today?"

Freed paused for a second and she could tell that he was thinking. After a few minutes where she assumed he was counting in his head he finally spoke.

"58%"

She couldn't hold back her laugh then, she couldn't even begin to imagine how much work she had made for him, and they weren't even finished yet.

It was two sessions later when they decided to order a takeaway, and one fuck in the shower when they were waiting for it to arrive. They had eaten and waited for Freed's stamina rune to reactivate before Mira decided it was probably time for Satan Soul to come out and play. Not only did the magic replenish her own stamina somewhat, it was also fucking fun and Freed seemed to enjoy it.

That was how she ended up bent over the back of the sofa, Freed's hips slamming into her from behind as her claws dug into the cushions. His hands were grasping onto her waist, using her as leverage so he could go a little faster and a little deeper. She could tell he was about to come undone as he began to lose his rhythm, his movements becoming erratic and every breath becoming a moan. She pushed back into him, needing just that little more and hoping he would provide it. She was so enraptured by the way he felt inside of her that she didn't even notice he had begun to lean down, and seconds later his teeth dug into the skin in between her wings.

The scream she let out was almost carnal as she orgasmed, claws ripping through the leather underneath them as every muscle in her body tensed at once. Freed finished not long after her, placing a gentle kiss where he had just bitten before pulling out of her and guiding her to the bedroom.

"I'm sorry, Mira, I didn't mean to…"

She shook her head as she followed him on wobbling knees. He had found out how sensitive that spot was not long after they had been dating, but he had never attacked it like that before.

"Don't… don't apologise. That was amazing."

Mira collapsed onto the bed next to Freed after the eleventh session, breathing heavily as she scooted over to rest in his side. He threw an arm over her shoulder, staring up towards the ceiling and furrowing his brows. Mira watched for a second, it was a look that he usually had when he was trying to figure out something particularly tricky and it was odd to see it on him here.

"What's the matter?"

He moved his head down to kiss her head softly, mumbling into her hair as he did.

"It's just I didn't feel any runes going that time."

Mira stretched her arm over his chest, pulling him as close as she could.

"That's a good thing, right?"

Freed laughed softly, stretching all of his muscled out and feeling his joints pop. It had been a few hours now, and it was getting to be pretty late at night and usually he'd be fast asleep right now.

"Honestly, I think it's just because I've already lost all of them already."

Mira laughed along with him, stretching herself out alongside him so her toes brushed along his ankles.

"Well, why don't we just do this every time so you don't have to try and figure out which ones you've lost."

Freed grinned, rolling over so he could tower over her and hover an inch away from her nose. He was starting to get tired, and if he didn't finish this soon he just knew he would fall asleep before they completed their quest.

"As much as I would love that, that does kind of destroy our quickies in the guild kitchen."

Mira giggled, moving one hand up to run through his hair. It was much easier now his spikes had gone, and she pushed his hair out of his face gently. Grabbing a hold of his cheek she pulled his head down, before using her right leg to pull him between her thighs. She was starting to get tired too, her eyes starting to get heavy and she just wanted to curl up and go to sleep next to him. Not to mention that she had to work early the next morning.

He kissed down her chest, giving each breast the attention that they most definitely deserved before he slowly slid into her. They were both exhausted and ready to sleep so it was slow and sensual, Mira trailing her fingers up and down his back as her legs wrapped around his waist and his face buried into her neck. He moved slowly, and they didn't know how long they stayed there until they both moaned each other's names breathlessly, and without any further words, they fell asleep in each other's arms.

Bickslow yawned as he let himself into the apartment, needing to pick up a few things for the job he was heading to. The babies had been left with Lisanna, and he kind of missed their constant chatter. Of course he could open up a channel to them, but every time he did they were having so much fun with his girlfriend he couldn't get a word in edgeways. He paused as soon as he stepped into the room, eyes falling on Freed where he lay in just his shirt and trousers on the sofa. Something was… off about him.

"Yo, Freed? What's up? Your soul is all weird."

Freed groaned, waving a hand in the air noncommittally to try and get him to go away but Bickslow was curious now, and as the old saying goes 'Curiosity killed the Bickslow'. The Sieth walked over to the sofa, jumping on top of the man before staring into his eyes to find out just what was going on. Freed tried to squeeze his eyes closed, but he was too tired and thus too slow and he was taken through his memories of the night before as Bickslow invaded his mind.

After a while Bickslow sat up, letting out a low whistle as he looked down at his friend. His signature grin spread across his face, and his voice was smarmy as he spoke.

"You're welcome."

Freed groaned, finally risking opening his eyes. Bickslow had already found everything out, anyway.

"What the fuck do you mean 'You're welcome'?"

Bickslow laughed out loud, jumping over the back of the sofa and heading to his room.

"If I didn't fuck Lissy so much, you wouldn't have gotten so lucky last night. Oh, and Freed?"

The Sieth paused just before he walked into his room, waiting for Freed to pop his head over the back of the sofa before he spoke.

"We made seventeen last night."

A birthday present for the wonderful @kmmcm, who made my incredible cover art for Iron and Paper and Soul Squared (along with a variety of weird other requests I ask of her). I love you to bits and hope you have a wonderful day!

This is set in the Mixing Magic series (my collective name for Iron and Paper and Soul Squared) so there maaaay be some in-jokes that you don't get if you haven't read them, I'm sorry!