#the smuttier the better

[lovingdilfs]

Red lipstick mess (smut)

I saw this picture and I had to do it… sorry but not really :)

Warnings: 18+ content, sex, fingering, p in the v

As you fixed your makeup in the mirror, you noticed Elvis staring at you with a certain look in his eyes. "Stop giving me those eyes, Elvis," you said, catching him off guard. He quickly looked away, trying to hide his embarrassment. You leaned in closer to the mirror and continued to gaze at him through the reflection. "You know what I'm talking about," you said, still trying to figure out what was going through his mind. With a nervous laugh, Elvis tried to play it off. "I seriously don't know what you mean, baby," he said, running his fingers through his hair to compose himself. You persisted, "Those eyes you're giving me. It's like you want me to do something to you." As you sharpened your lipstick, you could feel his gaze burning into you.

Elvis blushed even harder, unable to form a response. "Am I right, Elvis?" you asked, but only silence filled the room. Finally, Elvis mustered a small smile, but he still couldn't find his words. You turned around to face him and pressed further, "Come on, baby, just admit it. You know I'm right." With a light-hearted chuckle, you waited for his response. As you stood in front of Elvis, you could see the desire in his eyes. With slow, calculated steps, you closed the distance between you, stopping just inches away from his face. You leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his ear, and whispered teasingly, "Tell me, baby, and I'll do as you say."

Elvis let out a small whimper, the words causing a shiver to run down his spine. He was in a messy state, on the brink of exploding with desire. His eyes were locked onto yours, and you could see the intensity of his longing as he struggled to find the right words to say. You waited patiently, watching as he tried to compose himself. Finally, with a shaky voice, Elvis managed to speak. "I want... I want you," he said, his breath hot against your cheek. A smile played at the corner of your lips as you leaned in closer, your mouth hovering just above his. "As you wish, baby," you whispered before closing the gap and giving him a deep, passionate kiss.

As you pulled away from the kiss, you noticed the red lipstick you had been wearing had left its mark on Elvis's lips."You look good in red," you said, running your thumb over the stain on his lower lip. As Elvis pressed his body against yours, you could feel his length rubbing against your leg. A low hum of pleasure escaped your lips as you relished in the feeling of his desire for you. His hand on your lower back held you close to him, and you could feel the heat radiating off of his body. "Got a little too excited... huh, baby?" you whispered teasingly against his plump lips. “Honey, you have no idea," Elvis replied, his voice low and husky with desire. He leaned in to kiss you again, his tongue flicking against your lips as he deepened the kiss. You moaned softly as his hands began to roam over your body, tracing the curves of your hips and pulling you even closer to him.

His lips trailed down from your mouth to your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses. You tilted your head back, giving him better access to your skin, and moaned softly as his lips found a particularly sensitive spot. “Right there," you whispered, as his kisses became more urgent, sending shivers of pleasure through your body. You could feel his hands sliding up and down your back, his touch sending tingles of anticipation through you. Elvis lifted you up onto the bathroom counter, and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he stood between your thighs. His hands roamed over your body, pulling you close to him as he deepened the kiss. You moaned softly as you felt his tongue exploring your mouth, his touch sending waves of pleasure through your body. You could feel the hardness of his length pressed against yours, and you knew that he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him. "How much time do we have?" you managed to say out loud, your voice breathless with desire. Elvis looked at you, his eyes dark with passion. "As much as we need," he replied, a sly grin spreading across his face.

As Elvis continued to kiss you passionately, his hands began to roam down your body, sliding over the curves of your hips and thighs, causing a shiver of anticipation to run through your body. You could feel his fingers slipping under the hem of your dress, his touch sending a rush of pleasure through you. Slowly, he moved his hand up your thigh, his touch growing bolder as he reached down to your throbbing cunt. You gasped as his fingers brushed against your most intimate parts, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You arched your back, pressing yourself closer to him as he teased and caressed you, his touch driving you wild with desire. With a moan, you reached up to run your fingers through Elvis's hair, pulling him closer to you as you kissed him deeply.

Finally, unable to hold out any longer, you reached down and fumbled with his belt, eager to free him from his trousers. As you pulled down his pants, you could feel his length pressing against your thigh, You moaned softly as you ran your fingers over his length, feeling the smoothness of his skin and the hardness of his arousal. As you continued to stroke him slowly, you could feel Elvis's body tensing with pleasure, his breaths coming in short gasps against your lips. “Already tapping out” you whispered in a low voice. “Nah ah” he hummed out breathlessly. His fingers slid in between your wet folds, slowly moving them onto your sensitive spot, rubbing it with his thumb. You moaned softly at the touch of his fingers on your sensitive spot, your body responding eagerly to his touch. As he continued to stroke you slowly, you could feel your own desire growing stronger with each passing moment.

Elvis's body was tense with pleasure, his breaths coming in short gasps against your lips as he focused on bringing you to the brink of ecstasy. His fingers moved with expert precision, teasing and tantalizing you with each stroke. “Elvis I need you in me” you moaned out, Hearing your words, Elvis's eyes grew dark with desire, and he leaned down to capture your lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. His hands roamed over your body, caressing and teasing you as he prepared to take you to the heights of pleasure once more.

With a low growl of desire, he positioned himself at your entrance, slowly pushing himself inside you. You gasped at the sensation of him filling you up, your body responding eagerly to his touch.

As he began to move inside you, his thrusts growing stronger and more urgent with each passing moment, hitting your cervix over and over, you surrendered yourself completely to the pleasure that was coursing through your body. You arched your back, meeting his thrusts with eager abandon, each one pushing you closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. His cock was twitching inside you, and you could his body tense, knowing he was closer to the edge. Feeling him getting close, you wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him to go deeper and faster. Elvis's thrusts became more frenzied, his hips slamming into yours with a fierce intensity. You could feel the tight coil in your lower belly building once again, ready to explode.

With a guttural moan, Elvis found his release inside you, his body shuddering with pleasure as he spilled his hot seed deep inside you. You felt the warm sensation flooding your insides, pushing you over the edge once again as you clung to him, your own orgasm rippling through your body. As your breathing slowed, and your bodies stilled, he pulled out leaving a mess inside you.

[babyrys777]

𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑷𝒀 𝑩𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑯𝑫𝑨𝒀 ! 𝒕.𝒓.

pretend its still dec 31st, 2022. anyways hi im back also im gonna start posting oneshots that i had only posted on wattpad, on here. so enjoy this oneshot i wrote on toms bday. 

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y/n surpises tom with a special birthday gift

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       Despite being a raging narcissist, Tom loathed the day which was dedicated to him. His birthday. It was the worst day of the entire year and landed on the worst day to top it all off. He has never even come close to enjoying his birthday, how could he? The last day of the year was also the day everyone loses all sense of control and runs around screaming their new year's resolutions (which they’ll never accomplish.) 

   Tom despised his birthday and so, he makes sure nobody remembers it. Every year he goes about his day like usual and simply avoids anyone who may even have a slight clue it’s his birthday. But this year, he failed. Somehow you found out what this unbearable day was.

    “Were you never going to tell me what today was?” you asked with a big grin as you practically skipped over to Tom with glee. “The last day of the year?” Tom feigned ignorance as he read a ragged book. You sat down on the leather couch with Tom and scoffed. “Have you told anyone else?” you questioned while looking around at the deserted common room. Since it was the holidays, there was practically nobody. “I don’t quite understand what you are talking about,” he said and flipped a page of his book. “Riddle you can drop the act, I know it’s your birthday,” you smirked as you saw his eyes widen. “Do not tell anyone,” he hissed. You snickered in response. “I wasn’t planning on it,” a small smile made its way onto your lips. 

     “How did you even find out?” Tom turned his head to face you. 

    “Doesn’t matter how I found out, what matters is that you never told me it was your birthday.” “I’ve known you since we were eleven and we have grown close in many ways and yet, you didn’t bother to tell me it was your birthday?” you finished with a disappointed facial expression. “I didn’t think you’d care,” he answered quickly. You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “Well I do care, and I came here to show you just how much I care,” your voice grew lower as you moved closer to Tom. You dragged his book out of his hands and dropped it to the ground before straddling him.

      “Tell me, Riddle, have you ever received a birthday gift before?” you whispered into Tom’s ear as you began to slowly rock your hips. You could feel Tom grow hard beneath you as you moved your hips back and forth. “I’m not a fan of gifts,” he answered your previous question with a shaky voice. You pouted before speaking, “Would you make an exception for me?” you asked him with glimmering eyes. Tom nervously inhaled before nodding. You smiled and trailed your hand down to his cock. You rubbed his clothed cock slowly before unzipping his pants. “You're going to love my gift,” you smiled and hopped off of him, and went down on your knees. His cock sprung out of his boxers and you licked your lips hungrily as you stuffed your face with his dick. Tom’s head fell back in pleasure as you gagged on his dick. Drool started to fall on the side of your mouth as Tom’s cock grazed the back of your throat. “If I had known this was the kind of gifts you hand out, I would have told you my birthday ages ago,” Tom let out a raspy whisper before thrusting into your mouth. Lust clouded Tom’s eyes as he fucked your mouth with delight. 

     Suddenly, Tom stopped his thrusting and pulled out of you. A string of precum and saliva followed. “Take that off,” Tom gestured to your shirt and you obeyed his commands. Slowly you unbutton your blouse and slip it off. “That too,” he demanded you to take your bra off. You did as said and Tom smiled before thrusting into your mouth once more, this time he thrusted with more ferocity. He could see your tits bounce with each thrust and it only added to the insatiable pleasure he was experiencing. You let out a muffled whimper as Tom began to thrust faster, chasing after his orgasm.

    Tom felt his body tense and his cock began to twitch inside your mouth but instead of finishing inside of you, he came all over your face. His seed was painted onto your skin and with a smile, you stood up and straddled him once more. Tom barely got a chance to catch his breath when you grabbed his cock and went down on him. Your lips parted in euphoria as Tom’s hands fell onto the sides of your hips, lifting you up and down on his cock. His cock hit a sweet spot inside of you and it made you scream out his name. Both of your juices could be heard mixing together as Tom fucked you relentlessly. Your tits bounced at Tom’s ruthless thrusts, you could feel yourself slowly lose control as Tom quickened his pace. Tom’s cock twitched inside of your cunt and your walls clenched around his cock, “Happy Birthday, Tom,” you moaned out as you came all over him.

[mzladyd]

~ Extra Curricular Studies ~

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐰 𝐱 fem! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

[For our broody but sexy man. 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙻𝚊𝚠 ♡]

Summary A/U: Everything seems to be smooth sailing, until a grey eyed man shambles your world and turns it upside down.

Genre: smut (18+ minors and ageless blogs DNI)

Content Warning: alcohol consumption, bondage, ball gag/nipple clamps, cussing, unprotected sex, overstimulation, fingering/oral (fem receiving), orgasm (both parties).

A/N: This is my very first time ever writing a fan fic and what better way than for @lawscorazon 1k collab! I have enjoyed reading your work so so much! Thank you for letting me participate. If y’all like it annnd if you want more of this A/U I have a bit more brewing in my noggin. Feel free to like, comment, critique and reblog! I hope you all enjoy this as much as I have enjoyed writing It ♡

Word Count: 11k

I also have a suggestion! When the spicy scene goes to the bedroom please listen to Daddy-By Ramsey ♡

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Everything that happens in person’s life tends to bring them to certain circumstances that shapes their path. In more cases than none, we don’t understand the path we are on is of importance until the crossroad connects and we pick the one that changes everything in an instant.

It was the last class of the day and a content sigh escape from inside you. The happiness you felt that the day was almost over with radiated through your body as you were so ready to start your weekend. You could literally feel the comfortable clothes against your skin at the mere thought of it.

Feeling the sun bare down on your soft skin in a warm embrace, the gentle breeze that followed behind it made the unruly heat somewhat bearable.

A month has almost passed since you started school at the university, and everything seemed to fall back into place like it always did. The typical jitters of hoping you weren’t going through all of this for naught had finally subsided as well as finally knowing where your classes were so you could stop entering the wrong class every damn day.

You always enjoyed school, socializing with friends and learning as much as your knowledge hungry mind could consume. You decided years ago that you wanted to make a name for yourself as well as help people in their time of need.

To become a doctor was a big responsibility for you, and you understood that you had to sacrifice a huge part of your social life in order to be successful.

You weren't truly happy about that part but understood what it was going to cost and what the rewards were going to be once completing the Mount Everest of a task. You had always been fascinated how the body worked, from as early as a child you would beg your mom to buy medical books so that you could study and learn what made people operate and function.

The memory of your mom’s appalled expression when pointing out where her “wienus” was clearly knowing It wasn’t the true name would always be a core memory. Chuckling at the thought, you walked into your class and set your book bag down on the empty seat next to you and got comfy for the day’s lesson.

Watching the classroom slowly fill with people, the grunting sound of the sleepy face moss head known as Zoro caught your attention. Observing him aimlessly as he slumped down in his seat with a big yawn, the chair creaked loudly as it tried to hold his massive frame. He was a fine being to look at, but his cocky attitude and overall disinterest in anything but working out and being the best at his sports gave you little to no interests for as long as you known him.

Following close behind him, the familiar freckled face known as Ace greeted him with a punch to the arm in greeting before slumping into his seat next to him. Two fine ass men you only admired from afar.

"Oi!!! Y/N!!!"

Darting your attention away from the two and up to the classroom door, you smiled at the sight of Luffy, Sanji and Usopp waving at you as they walked past the class door. Making a silly face at them, you smiled and waved back before the sudden vibration of phone pulled your attention away from them. Picking up your phone, you saw that there were multiple messages back-to-back.

"Y/N! Y/N!! Y/N!!!" Perplexed at the urgency, you leaned back in your chair and began to type your best friend back.

"Yes Nami??" Not even a second later her message came through.

"There you are!! You won't believe who I just saw!"

Lightly biting your bottom lip, your brow rose slightly as you tried to think of whom she was referring to. Half of the people you went to high school with were scattered all around the campus, along with many new faces. Brows furrowing together, you began to type your reply but was interrupted by a sudden clearing of the throat.

Glancing up slowly, your eyes met with a familiar set of grey orbs. His expression was his regular unamused "why do I have to be here" bleak distaste in anything that always piqued your interest. Ever since you first witnessed the being known as Trafalgar D. Law, you instantly wanted to consume your thoughts with this man – who he was, what was his story, all the way down to thoughts that made your insides flutter like bats trapped in a cave ready to escape.

Looking him over, the energy that expelled from him had a sense of confidence with a low vibration of something even more mysterious. He towered over you as he looked down at you, a slight smirk forming his smooth pink lips. His stature was lean, but the defiant athletic muscles flexed lightly as he held onto his book bag. His black button up shirt was slightly unbuttoned at the top allowing you to see a bit of a tattoo design that tried to peak out. Taking in his Greek God appearance, your eyes finally made contact with his once more as his dark brows began to knit together in impatience.

"Are you going to just keep staring or can I sit?" He tossed his book bag on the floor next to the desk.

"Kinda need it, seeing how it's the only chair available." His voice was deep and smooth as he spoke to you, causing another flutter of bats to hit the inside of your stomach with even more of a vigorous force.

"Oh. Yeah. So-Sorry." you shyly mumbled as you grabbed your belongings and set them on the floor next to you.

You couldn't believe that Law was even here; you hadn't seen him in two years and assumed he was completely done with school. You thought you could end your schoolgirl crush once and for all that day you walked across the stage for graduation, but in a hilarious twist of fate, oh how wrong you were.

You had dreamed countless of times how you wanted to give yourself to the broody guy that shared classes with you throughout the years, but because of your lack of confidence, the idea of making such a bold move had been doused out quicker than a bucket of water to a campfire.

Leaning back in your chair, you brought your attention towards the front of the class as he sat next to you, leaning into you slightly as he shifted to get his note pad from his bag. The sudden earthy tone scent of his natural aroma hit your senses and made you melt into your seat. Your mind silently screaming at the nearness of him causing you to bite your lower lip to muffle any sounds that dared to escape.

As he rested his arms onto the desk, you noticed the new tattoos that splayed across his knuckles, hands and both forearms. You squinted your eyes slightly to try and read what he knuckles said. Sensing your eyes on his hands, he twirled his pen between his fingers playfully causing you to jerk your attention away from them and back up to his face.

Even though he was sitting down, he still towered over you. Gone were the boyish features and what replaced him was a smoldering man who radiated so much intellect, mystery and sex appeal it made you shift uneasily in your chair as you clenched your legs together. Feeling your constant gaze upon him, he looked down at you from the corner of his eye, a coy smirk formed across his pink lips yet again allowing his white teeth to gleam.

"Someone sure loves to gawk..." his voice rumbled deeply as he whispered to you.

Opening your mouth to justify your staring, the sudden clearing of your professor’s voice boomed into your mind releasing you from the infatuated grip that had its hold on you.

"I don't gawk." You mumbled under your breath in a weak attempt to defend your ego, but really could he honestly blame you?!

Shifting in your seat, you took a deep breath in and let it out slowly as you tried to concentrate on the assignment, but the constant arousing thoughts that ran through your mind had better plans for you today. This was going to be the longest year of your life, thanks to Trafalgar bursting through your cozy, introverted bubble.

The lessons went as smoothly as it could. Between trying to pay attention to the professor's topic and ignoring the heated tension you were creating all on your own by sitting next to Law, it amazed you that you were able to accomplish anything that period.

"Ok students, this project is going to be a partner assignment. It's an extra credit to your semester grade and will be a big plus to help you pass this semester. Seeing how the class is full, I am going to partner you guys with the person you are sitting next too."

Hearing the happy whispers of getting stuck with their friends and some groans, you couldn't help but instantly stiffen at the professor’s words.

"Get to know your study buddy next to you, because they will be a big part of getting you the grade you need to pass. Remember - team work, makes the dream work!" The teacher annoyingly outstretched his hands in a "you can do it!!" manner.

"I will leave you guys to it for the rest of this class, discuss what parts you will play in this project." Nodding his head to everyone, the professor walked to his desk and began to prep for tomorrow’s lessons, leaving the rest of us to "bond" with our new study buddy.

Leaning back in his chair, Law brought his attention to you. "So, your place or mine?" The bold statement made your eyes bulge out as you tried to respond but just end up looking like a fish gasping on air.

Seeing you completely lose the rest of the composure you had left; Law couldn't help but eat it up. He remembered you in high school and secretly enjoyed admiring you from afar. You weren't like the rest of the girls that would make him lose interest quick. You were different, but he never really wanted to be the weirdo that randomly approached you. He stuck to himself and had very few friends because he wanted it that way. In all reality, it was better that way. You usually hung out with a rowdy group of friends that made you stick out like a sore thumb due to the fact you were the quietest one in the group, but somehow you fit in perfectly.

Looking at you now after the few years of being out of high school, he noticed that you still were as beautiful as the day he saw you - Perfect lips, stunning "Y/C" eyes and soft skin that made him wonder what it would feel like to drag his teeth across it. Checking out your body now, his eyes took in the supple curves you had, your crossed legs, all the way down to the little pooch of your stomach as you sat in your chair. Tilting his head to the side, he looked back up at your wide-eyed expression and gave his best devilish grin.

"Ex-excuse me?” You squeaked out a small response. Sitting by Law was one thing but being ALONE with him was a completely different story all together.

Taking a deep breath, you squared your shoulders and sat up straight to give him the best confident smile you could muster up.

"I- I am not picky, I can go to your place." You gave him a nonchalant expression, hoping that your nerves weren't showing.

"Nami usually has the gang over throughout the week. With Luffy being on a whole different level of loud, Usopp always fixing stuff and Sanji pestering us with food, we won’t be able to concentrate." You shook your head slightly at the horde you had at home, but one you wouldn’t choose to be without.

Bringing your attention back up to him, the way he studied your face meticulously made you start to feel somewhat self-conscious. Seeing the flicker of curiosity in his eyes, you realized you just sealed your fate with that statement as a playful gleam began to shine in his eyes.

"Alright ladies and gentlemen." The professor's voice interrupting the two of you before Law could reply.

"Class is dismissed don't forget to stay on top of this assignment. I want to hear of what you two come up with by tomorrow and whether or not it's going to be acceptable."

Once dismissed, you stood up quickly, grabbed your belongings from the desk, and began to shove them in your bag. Your hair curtaining your face to hopefully shield your reddened cheeks from Law. As he got up from his spot, the earthy smell from him hit your senses again in an intoxicating hug, causing your hands to shake slightly as you struggled to zip up your damn bag. Reaching out towards you, Law placed his hand on yours and took the bag from you.

"I have to run into work after school for a little bit," His long slender fingers zipped up your bag with ease before holding it out towards you, his eyes still gleaming with a mischievous glow.

"Meet at my place around seven?" Taking your bag from him, you slid it onto your shoulder as he held out a ripped piece of paper towards you. Accepting it from him, you held it close to your chest as you finally brought your eyes up to him.

"See you tonight Y/N." He brought his hand up to your face and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear before walking off.

Walking through the hallway, your mind buzzed with excited thoughts of what just happened and what will continue tonight. Pinching your bottom lip between your pointer finger and thumb, you stepped out of the building and made your way aimlessly throughout the courtyard.

Feeling the vibration of your phone ringing, it instantly snapped you back to reality as you dug It out of your pocket and placed it to your ear.

"Hi Nami, I am..."

"WHERE WERE YOU?!! Nami's loud voice cut you off before you could explain yourself.

“You ghosted me for over an hour! Did you get my messages? I saw Law!! I thought he moved away?" You appreciated your best friend’s nonstop chatter as you leaned up against a shady tree to gather your thoughts. Tilting your head back against the hard bark, you snorted out a small laugh at how completely wrong you both were at that assumption.

"I know. He's in my class." You bit your lip as you waited for her reply; your cheeks slowly growing pink at the confession.

Her end went eerily silent for a moment as she processed what you just said. “Where are you? I am sitting under the gazebo; hurry, I want to hear everything!" Before you could say another word, Nami hung up the phone which was your queue to hurry the hell up and get to her.

Making your way through the different crowds of students, you finally made your way up to where Nami was sitting. The golden rays of sunshine flowed through her hair, almost making her look ethereal. Her hair dancing around her like flames as the wind blew through it. The outfit for today was a green romper that held her supple curves in all the right places. Her long legs were crossed as she leaned into the table. Elbows resting on the hard wood, she lazily skimmed through her phone as she waited for you. Spotting you walking up to her, she set her phone down on the table and smacked her hands down.

"Tell. Me. EVERYTHING!" Her honey brown eyes sparkled with excitement as you sat down next to her.

Feeling the rosy tickle of your skin getting warm, you placed your cool hands on either side of your face and tried to think of how you were going to eliminate the billion questions she was about to ask. Taking in a deep breath, you instantly let out the pent-up emotions that you held in for the past hour.

"Yes, Law is in my class. When you were texting me, I didn’t notice him walking up, hence the reason why I didn’t text you back, so...” As the rushing waves of excitement flowed out of you, you told every last detail to Nami. From the class being full and Law having to sit next you, to your professor’s hilarious idea of everyone working with partners. It wasn’t to say you didn’t want to work with Law, you truly dreamed of this day. It was the fact that working with a man you’ve had a crush on secretly for so long was nerve-wracking.

“…Now Law is my "study buddy" for this semester due to the assignment and I have to meet him at his house tonight to go over it, because our house is loud.” You let out a gasp-like sigh as the last bit of air left you from your blur of words.

Taking in a shaky breath, an anxious smile spread across your face as you waited for her reply. Nami simply sat there and stared at you. Her mouth hung slightly a jar as she stared at you stunned, the wheels obviously turning in her head as she tried to process what you just said. What seemed like an eternity really only lasted for a brief second, the sound of Nami’s excited cheer rang around the both of you. Grabbing onto you quickly, she pulled you into a big ass hug and began to rock you from side to side tightly.

"FINALLY!!" She yelled out ecstatically before pulling you away to look at you for a moment then bringing you back into her for an even bigger hug. Your cheek smushing into her shoulder as she did so.

Not hearing them over the commotion from Nami, Luffy, Sanji and Usopp walked up to the gazebo to join the two of you. Pushing yourself away from Nami’s shoulder, you rubbed your nose slightly in irritation before looking at the group that walked up to the two of you.

They were your little group of misfits who became more like an additional family- Watching Usopp tell one of his tall-tale stories, Luffy chomping down on a piece of jerky from his pocket, and Sanji making googly eyes at Nami. Glancing at all of them, your heart couldn't be happier to call this group yours.

"You guys won’t believe what happened to our little friend here." Nami nudged you from your happy thought and brought you back to reality. Looking at the group of guys, your face instantly turned red.

"Shut up Nami!" you hissed through clenched teeth.

Tucking his unlit cig behind his ear, Sanji slid in-between the two of you. Throwing one arm around Nami and the other around you, he began to look back and forth between you both.

"Ooo Gossip about our Y/N." He wiggled his curly brows before winking at you.

"Do tell, Nami dear." He purred happily in curiosity, the smell of cigarettes and cologne radiated from Sanji as he brought you both closer to him.

"Sanjil!" Nami groaned in annoyance.

"Hands!!!!" She smacked his hand off her shoulder before pulling away from his heavy arm. Standing up, Nami looked at the guys before bringing her attention back onto you.

"We don't have time to discuss it, we’ll meet you guys at the apartment; We have some much-needed shopping to do before tonight!" Nami's wide Cheshire cat smile went from ear to ear as she grabbed your hand and pulled you from your spot under Sanjis arm.

With a slight pout of his bottom lip, Sanji let out a defeated sigh and shrugged.

"I can hold off on cooking dinner then until you guys get back." Sanji's puppy dog eyes always made your heart smile at the over romantic man. One day he will make a woman extremely happy.

"But Saaaanjil!!" Luffy groaned in protest. "I am hungry now!!”

"Yeah, Sanj you said you were going to make your Seafood Risotto after class!!" Usopp chimed in and slumped his shoulders as he began to whine back.

“Yeah!! That��s why I didn’t get a third serving at lunch.” Luffy clutched at his stomach and laid back on the table of the gazebo as if he were dying.

"Will you two shut the hell up!!" Sanji spat out in frustration at the two men making fools of themselves. "You will eat when the ladies eat and like it!!" Glaring at the two, he brought his eyes back up to the two of you.

"No need to worry Sanj, we will pick up something on the go, not sure when we will get back to the house." Nami started to pull you away from the gazebo and began to head towards the parking lot.

 Grabbing your keys out of your pocket, you tossed them towards Sanji. Quicker than a rubber-band pop, Luffy's long arm caught the keys before Sanji had a chance to even pick up his hand.

"Take my car home would you Luff? And please don't do anything stupid with it..." You gave him a pleading look before turning your attention to Nami.

"Sweet! Don’t worry “Y/N” you can count on me!” Sticking his tongue out at the guys, Luffy began to dangle the keys in their faces.

“Race you to the house, last one there coughs up $100!!!" Luffy shouted with glee before running off to your car causing the other two to look at each other for a brief moment then followed him in a quick pursuit. Sighing out in defeat you followed Nami to her ride as your mind began to buzz with what was in store for you.

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Hearing the soft raps of knuckles hitting the door as it slowly opened, the smell of Sanji’s cooking surrounded you in a mouth-watering touch as it began to waft through the room.

“My darlings din…” Sanji’s soft voice was cut short as his eyes landed on you.

The smokey eye Nami had created made “Y/E color” pop and gave you a sultry look compared to the tom boy style you were used too.

“Y/N…..” Sanji’s words got stuck in the middle of his throat as he took on your appearance.

From your head all the way down to your toes, the clothing fit your form and brought out the best of your figure. Bringing his attention to your face, his mouth hung slightly gapping as your hair flowed around you in a soft curtain, your eyes shimmering like deep pools of wonder as you looked at him.

Feeling his eyes roam all over your body, your brows furrowed together in a concerned expression as you began to look at your outfit wondering what the hell he was staring at.

“Sanji your nose is going to bleed if you don’t stop gawking…” Nami’s words cut through his thoughts making him stand up straight and clear his throat.

“Ehrmm..uhh..Din-Dinner is ready.” He shifted on his feet and leaned against the door frame, his toned muscular arms crossing over his chest. Nodding up at you, an odd smirk formed his now composed face.

“What is with the sudden dress up?” His blue eyes scanned between the two of you for a moment before landing on you permanently.

“Y/N has finally snagged herself a man!” Nami nudged you with her elbow before walking over to your vanity that nestled against the wall.  

“Do you remember her crush Law in high school? Well, our little quiet one here is meeting with him tonight at his house.” Nami wiggled her eyebrows at you while she fluffed out her long mane of hair in the mirror, her honey brown eyes looked down and noticed the now empty small black and pink bag she had handed to you earlier.

“Oh!? So, you DID retire the mismatch comfort for the evening.” Nami picked up the empty bag, which used to contain the new bra and underwear she gave you, and shimmied it in her hands, clearly thrilled that you decided to wear that instead of your usual sports bra and boxer underwear.

Looking over to Sanji you hoped he didn’t understand what Nami was talking about, but the glazed stary-eyed mess that contorted his face as he looked at the bag then quickly to your figure, answered your question.

“Sanji!” You threw the bag at him, hitting him square in the chest.

“Eyes!!” You snapped as you walked over to the bed and plopped down. Leaning over you tossed your hair over your shoulder as you bent down to grab your boots and began to put them on.

“It’s not a date; I didn’t “snag” him. It’s LITERALLY us studying so we don’t fail this stupid semester. Nothing more!” You narrowed your eyes at Nami’s smug smile.

“Trafalgar Law?” Sanji’s expression went back to normal as the distaste of the man’s name was undeniable in his tone. “I thought he moved? I don’t think it’s a good idea to go over there Y/N.”

An unfamiliar fixated expression formed across Sanji’s face that you didn’t usually see directed to you. Nami? Yes. Every other hot woman that passed by him? Most definitely! But you? Never!

He would rather throw a pillow at you to distract you from winning the video game or pat your head in an “atta boy” fashion for learning a new recipe then to ever see you in that way…Right?

Nibbling on your lower lip, the weird feeling and all this fuss was causing you to get a slight headache - no thanks to Nami.

Standing up from your bed, you walked over to your desk, grabbed your book bag and made your way to your door.

“Yes, Trafalgar Law. Obviously he didn’t move away and like I said for the hundredth time…It’s just a study night.”

Gazing up at him as he blocked you from exiting your room, you clenched your jaw in frustration and crossed your arms over your chest to match his brooding energy.

“Sanji, stop being an overbearing brut; she’s going to be fine! I want to know all the dirty deets when you get back though, Y/N.”

Snapping your attention to Nami, you shook your head in disbelief before pushing past Sanji and making your way to the living room where Usopp and Luffy were stuffing their faces.

Two set of eyes slowly looked away from the tv and brought their full attention on you.

“Oi, Y/N, why do you look like a girl?” Luffy said through a mouth full of food.

“Yeah, Y/N, you smell really good too!” Usopp closed his eyes and breathed in your perfume, his long nose wiggling a bit in appreciation.

“She has a date tonight.” Sanji said as Nami and him made their way into the living room, clearly unamused with the thought.

Shaking your head, you laughed as you looked at the group and shrugged. “I give up. I have to go it’s getting late.”

Walking up to Sanji as he stood in your way again of leaving the apartment; you looked up at him with a glare. Your hand coming up to poke him square in the chest with your finger.

“Save me a plate before these two eat it all.” You glanced over to the pair on the couch before bringing your attention back to Nami and him.

“I will be back later.” Walking around Sanji, you waved bye to everyone and made your way out of the apartment and to your car. This was not a date; you were just going to have a calm, chill night of studying and nothing more.

If that was the case, then why were your nerves slowly starting to get the best of you as you slid into the driver seat and made your way out of the complex.

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Fifteen minutes later, you park your car at Law’s apartment and began to scan the grey buildings like a deer in headlights. Both hands holding onto the steering wheel, you sat there contemplating how all this came into fruition.

Everything that happened in your life leading up to today’s events brought you to this moment, right now. Leaning back into your seat the amusing thought came to you. If someone would have come to you a few years ago and told you that you were going to be outside Trafalgar Law’s apartment one day; You would have laughed out loud and told them to stop playing.

Taking in a deep breath, you let it out slowly before grabbing a hold of your book bag and headed towards his apartment.

The night air held a soft whisper within it as autumn made its presence known that it was near. Rubbing your hands over your arms, you weren’t sure if the bumps were due to the wind, or your excitement was getting the best of you.  Walking through the complex, you realized the vast three-story luxury buildings seemed to settle in a perfect circle around the complex pool. The light grey buildings shined like illuminating stars from the people that contently dwelled within them. Gawking at the luxurious apartments, you were glad you chose his place rather than yours.

Not that your place wasn’t comfy and cozy, but it was definitely more along the lines of the stereotypical college dorm apartments. These apartments though, where meant for doctors, lawyers and anyone who had a good chunk of change to afford them.

Reaching the final step of the third floor, you let out a heavy sigh as you momentarily try to gather your bearings and compose yourself by taking deep and steady breaths. You weren’t prepared for the mini cardio workout you just self-inflected.

Shifting the book bag back onto your shoulder, you began to head down the outside corridor to his apartment door. Breathless, shaky, and a complete nervous wreck, you finally made it up to his apartment and lift the small doorknocker. Holding onto the small metal ring, you square your shoulders, lift your chin in confidence, and threw caution to the wind as you knocked on the door.

Biting the inside of your cheek to ease your nerves, you listen intently as the footsteps from the other side of the door grew closer. Two quick clicks of locks and the door open, the bats in your stomach that had been dormant this whole-time woke in a vigor as you brought your eyes up to look at Law.

He wore the same loose button up shirt he had on earlier, only now itwas halfway button allowing you to see more of the tattoo design on his expose chest. Placing his hand on the doorframe, the sleeves of the shirt were rolled up to his elbows, teasing a glimpse of the muscles and veins that splayed underneath his tattoos.

Fuck this can’t be real, you thought to yourself as you stood there.

“Hello little miss gawker.” His warm voice had a playful tone to it as he looked at you. Grey eyes held a peculiar gleam that made your skin break out in goosebumps as he looked you over, clearly enjoying the view in front of him.

“I don’t gawk.” Your arms crossed over your chest, as your eyes darted to the apartment behind him. 

“Are you going to let me in or are we just going to study in the damn doorway?” You tried your best to channel Nami’s “no shit given” attitude and hope you weren’t failing miserably at it.

Surprised at your sudden boost of confidence, a sly smirk formed his stunning features. Watching you he licked his lips before nodding his head back.

“After you…” He pursed his lips as he placed his back against the door and pushed it open a little more to allow you to walk in, the action causing you to rub up against him as you made your way inside.

Laws apartment wasn’t anything like you had imagined - High vaulted ceilings gave a cathedral effect as the Oakwood beams connected to a point in the living room. Black tile floors flowed from the entranceway, throughout the hallway, kitchen and stopped before you got to the cream plush carpet in the living room.

Setting your bag down on one of the cozy bar stools, you made your way into the living room and looked out one of the large windows. The sunset was breathtaking as the fall trees started to shine its radiant colors; the rays of the sunshine that flowed through them gave an illusion as if they were glowing. The view from his third story apartment was peaceful, with dogs running around the little park and people sitting by the fire pits that nestled on opposite sides of the pool, you could easily see yourself sitting here all day long, laid out on the grey chase lounge and getting lost in a book.

Feeling eyes on you, you brought your attention over to Laws intense gaze. As if your eye contact beckoned him, he began to slowly walk up to you, his expression took on more of a mischievous gleam as his eyes locked on yours.

Eyes growing wide as he stopped in front of you. He brought his hand up to your face and brushed away a small lash that had fallen upon your cheek. Closing your eyes at his soft touch, you didn’t realize that your body went into autopilot as you began to lean forward into him.

“Hungry?” His gruff voice cut into your thoughts, making you finally let out the breath you were holding in.

“Wh-what?” You looked up at him not really computing the words that came from his mouth.

“Are…You…Hungry?” Law jokingly mimicked sign language signs with his hands as he spoke slower to you. Somewhat taken aback at his sense of humor, you instinctively pushed him softly and shook your head laughing. A playful smile formed his chiseled face as he touched his arm where you pushed him.

“I made onigiri and grilled blackened fish. We can eat and then get started on the assignment.”

Walking away from you, you brought your hand to your face and touch where his fingers had been. The tingle of his flesh still imbedded on your skin causing another chill to run down your spine. Your core that was inside you began to ignite with a feeling you only had when it was late at night and you were in bed touching yourself to thoughts of him.

“Y-yeah, Sounds good!” You smiled softly, making your way into the kitchen to join him.

As glorious as the living room was, the kitchen had to be the one of your dreams. Black night quartz marble counter tops, with grey and black backsplash that accented the counters perfectly. Walking up to the cozy bar stool, you set your bag on the floor and sat on the chair.

“What do you do for a living?” You ask as you look around the kitchen with it’s matching cathedral ceilings.

You cross one leg over the other and leaned into the cool marble top. Looking up at you slightly through thick lashes, Law shrugged nonchalantly as he turned around to get the plates.

“I decided to work at the local hospital for a bit, to get my experience in. A close friend of mine put a good word in for me there. They really enjoy my work ethics and want me to get my doctorate, so I went back to school.” His matter-of-fact tone made you smile as you shook your head in wonder.

“Rumor has it, you moved away because you were done with this place?” Frowning at that thought, you quickly replace it with a smile as he looked back up at you.

“Nah, you can’t get rid of me that quickly.” He winked at you before walking to his wine rack.

“Care for a glass? Figure it will help our creative flow with the assignment.” He jiggled the glass in his hand in a tempting manner. Biting your lower lip, you held up one finger.

“Only one, I have to drive home.” Giving you a small salute with his tattooed index and middle fingers, he poured you and him a glass before sliding yours to you. Taking a sip out of his glass, he brought his attention back to the food preparations.

Picking up the delicate wine glass, you took a slow sip from the red liquid and hum blissfully at the taste. The rich flavors dance upon your pallet before it slides down your throat, warming your chest and stomach as it went down.

Law’s attitude seemed to have changed from what you had always been used to seeing. Gone was the boy you only knew as antisocial and what replaced him was a man who was full of life, mystery and wonder. He was in his element, his happy place, where he could let everything that was bothering him go. This new view of him made you want to get to the core of who he was even more then before and you’ll be damned if you were going to bail on finding out now.

Full stomachs and two bottles of wine later, you lay upon the couch crying of laughter, your sides hurting from the lack of air that wasn’t going through them.

“It wasn’t like that!! I seriously had issues with any sport.”

Taking a long swig of his glass, he finishes the rest of the red liquid as a smile spread across his wine-stained lips. “Oh we all knew, the fact you hit the volley ball and it knocked that pink-haired kid clear out. What was his name? Corey? Ko…Koby!!”

Law leaned forward placing his glass on the table in front of the couch.

 “Him being put on a stretcher and rushed out of the gym room will forever be etched in my brain.” Law’s smile spreads across his chiseled face as another laugh escaped from him.

The deep husky sound of his laughter radiated around the two of you, making you hum softly as the wine took you into another mood.

“Poor Koby, heard he went into the Marines, so maybe I knocked some good sense into him?” You chuckle again before taking the last sip of your drink and putting the glass onto the table next to his.

Brining your attention from the table back to him, the moment your eyes met with his Law instantly leaned over and pulled you into a heated kiss. Startled by the sudden action, it took you a moment for your mind to register, but your body instantly knew what to do.

Grabbing onto the back of his head, you dug your nails into his soft raven black hair as you push yourself into him. Hearing a rumble of a groan come out from him, his tongue explored your mouth allowing you to taste every part of him. Pushing back into you more, a soft whimper escaped from you as his teeth dug into your bottom lip softly before he pulled away in a sucking motion. His cheeks were flushed with arousal, his eyes holding a deeper story of what he wanted.

Call it liquid courage or pent-up frustration from the years of wanting him; Once he was fully rested back into the couch, you straddled his lap and begin to take the very essence from his mouth as your lips moved with his in an intoxicating dance. Allowing you to be in charge for the moment, Law brought his massive hands down your back until they fell and cup your ass cheeks. Lifting them up he tightly squeezed them causing another moan to escape from your swollen lips.

Sucking on your bottom lip one more time, he pushed the both of you from his resting position on the couch and grabbed the hem of your soft shirt. In one swift motion, he lifted the shirt up and over your head and quickly tossed it to the side allowing his hands to have free range across your soft skin.

With one hand on the middle of your back, the other went to the back of your head and grabbed a hand full of your hair. Lightly tugging your head back to expose your soft skin of your neck to him. Completely out of your control now, Law brought the soft flesh of your neck to his warm lips. His goatee tickling your jugular as he trailed kisses along your neck.

Grazing his teeth along your jaw line and up the sensitive spot right below your earlobe, He kissed it softly before bringing his warm lips to your ear.  

“I want to feel you more…” His voice vibrated the inside of your ear as he whispered, causing a small gasp to escape your lips as an excited shiver ran down your spine.

“Will you be my good girl and let me have you?” Biting into your earlobe, your body ignited as if electricity ran through it.

“Ye-Yes….” Letting go of your hair, you brought your attention back to his face as your half-lidded eyes began to scan his handsome face. The grey of his eyes held specks of gold that splayed around his dilating pupils. Hearing your statement, a devilish smirk formed his lips before he leaned into you and nipped at your neck again.

“That’s my girl…” Lifting you up in one swift motion he placed his strong hands back on your ass, giving you all the access to his lips and neck as he walked to the bedroom.

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Laws room was just as extravagant as the rest of the apartment. The masculine aesthetic of the room was very stylish, extremely tidy but still had a comfortable vibe to it. Everything had a place where it belonged; from the clothes that hung in the closet, the clear sliding glass doors showed the outfits that were nestled in their perfect color-coded spot. The nightstand that held a few books and his glasses, to the bed that sat in the center of the room that was illuminated by lights that dwelled underneath the bed frame. It would be a bedroom Nami would kill to snoop through and see what goodies it held.

Hands digging into his soft black hair, you pushed your body into his as you kissed along his lips and jawline. The feel of his hands trailing down your body made your mind go crazy with desire as your bodies intertwined with one another.

Laying you on the bed, he pecked at your lips a few more times before standing up. The bed modeling around your form as you propped yourself up on your arms, your lustful gaze beaming with curiosity as you watched him.

“I want to try something with you.” He trailed off as he walked over to the dresser and began to rummage through the drawer. Finding what he was looking for he reached inside of it before looking over his shoulder to you.

“You trust me?”

The alluring smile that stayed on his face made you nod your head slowly in reply. Taking the object out of the drawer and closing it, he turned around and walked up back up to you. In his hands rested a bundle of crimson red rope.

“Its Shibari rope.” Law lightly grazed the rope with his thumb.

“Known to be the strongest rope to withstand any strength put against It.” Seeing the devious smile that formed on his face this time, your heart began to race with excitement.

Lifting his chin up, his eyes squinted slightly as he looked at you.  

“On your knees.” His voice became stern and direct as he commanded you to get into the position.

Swiftly getting up from your propped position, you sat down on your legs as you kneeled at the foot of the bed. Placing your hands on your lap, your breathing became shallow as he walked around the bed to get a few more things from his nightstand.

Rope in one hand, he pulled out a ball gag and nipple clamps before closing the drawer and walking back to stand in front of you. Setting the objects down on the bed he cupped your chin with his index finger and thumb and brought you in for kiss.

The kiss this time was soft and gentle, as if your lips were the most delicate thing he ever touched and tasted. You instantly melted at the feel of his warm lips and tongue that whirled against yours. As he pulled away your body went towards him, your lower lip forming into a pout as the cold air hit your face from his absence.

“Tch. Patience.” His tone became stern again causing your body to radiate with need. Fidgeting in your spot, your body began to buzz with excitement as the thought of what was about to happen settled in your mind. Closing your eyes, you silently thanked Nami for giving you the bra and panties.

Grey eyes intently focused on you, the light touches from his rough callused fingertips made your head tilt back as you enjoyed the feeling of his hands trailing along your body until they stopped at the clasp of the bra. In one swift motion, he unclasp your bra effortlessly with his skilled fingers.

Opening your eyes once more, they connected with his as he trailed both his long index fingers up to your shoulders and under your bra straps. Not taking his sultry gaze from you, he slowly brought the straps down your arms and pulled the dainty fabric off of you and tossed it to ground.

Blinking slowly, he brought his attention to your chest, his breathing began to go rugged as he took in the vulnerable sight that was in front of him. Cupping them both in his strong hands, he fell into a trance as he touched the soft tantalizing skin. His mouth going dry and cock growing hard as it began to press against the seam of his pants.

Shifting uncomfortably, he cleared his throat before letting go of your breast and grabbing a hold of the ball gag.

“Open.”

Completely out of your mind from the attention he was giving, you impulsively obliged and did as you were told. Opening your mouth, he took the ball and placed between your mouth.

“Close.”

Closing your mouth around the rubber ball, you lifted your chin up as he brushed your hair out of your face. Securing the strap at the base of your head, he stepped back a bit before squatting down at your eye level. His mesmerizing eyes trailed over your face and body as he admired the position that you were in.

“Perfect.” Reaching an arm out to you, he lightly touches the side of your neck before trailing his fingers softly down until they stopped in the middle of your chest. Lost in the moment, he closed his eyes for a moment as the feeling of your rapid heartbeat against his fingers sent an involuntary thrill through his body. Trying to gain his composure, he brought his intense gaze back onto you.

Lost in each other’s gaze, It was almost as if you could sense his thoughts and him yours. All the years of denying each other’s needs for fear of getting close or rejected. His guarded eyes grew soft as they peered into yours as they showed the starved man who craved for affection and acceptance.

Embracing this side of him, you let out a content sigh as your eyes smiled up at him. Taken a back at the change in your demeanor, he sucked in a quick breath and stepped closer to you. His dark brows furrowing together as his thoughts whirled frantically in his head.

Reaching out you touched his hand to calm his try and calm his thoughts. Looking down at your hand in his, he squeezed It reassuringly before looking back up with a playful sexy grin.  

“I need you to know this is all for you. You feel any discomfort, knock three times. Got it?” His dark brows furrowing together to show the seriousness of his request.

Quickly nodding at the dominant look that crossed his features, a little drool slipped from the side of your mouth due to the gag. Brining his hand to your face, he wiped it away before standing up from his crouched position.

“Good girl.”

Toying with you a bit more, he brought his hands down to your breast and slowly began to play with the sensitive skin again, his eyes fixated on your breast as he watched them with hunger.

Thumbs twirling over the sensitive nubs as he began to toy with you more, the ministrations of his action caused a slight moan to escape from around the gag as the pleasure overtook your body.

Bending down he placed his warm lips onto your breast and lightly kissed the skin before taking one your hard nipples into his mouth and twirling his tongue around it. The feel of It under his tongue made the bulge in his pants tighter as his cock grew more impatient in its restraint. Mind going feral, his body ached with anticipation of wanting to feel your tight pussy walls close firmly around his throbbing cock.

Groaning in frustration, he bit down on your areola causing you to moan out loudly against the gag as you pressed your breast into his mouth even more.

With a soft pop, he pulled his lips away from the swollen nub and went to the other, sucking on it hard and grazing his teeth around it. Lost in the sensation you run your hands through his hair as you push him into you more, your nails dig into his scalp with each twirl of his tongue.

Eyes rolling back at the sensation, it took everything for Law not to lose his self-control and take what he wanted. No, this isn’t about him right now, and such a forthright move would take out all the fun that was about to happen.

Withdrawing his face away from your breast, he narrowed his eyes and clicked his tongue in a disapproving Tisk. “So quick to touch, I told you. It’s your time right now.” His eyes shimmered as he looked down at the clamps that rested in his hands.

Placing one nipple clamp on and tightening It, you tossed your head back and moaned through the gag once more, your whole body radiating in arousal as the last clamp was placed. Mind consumed with pleasure; you kept your eyes closed as you tried to calm your breathing.

Standing up from his crouched position, he crossed his arms over his sculpted chest and tilted his head to the side like an artist admiring his work. Your skin was hot and flushed where his lips and teeth had marked you. Taking the rope into his hands now, he looked at you and nodded his head up.

“Raise your arms above your head.” Doing as you were told; you held your arms above your head as he began to meticulously tie the soft rope around your wrist, down your arms and across your chest until they made an open diamond shape around your breast. The display completely making you at his mercy.

Guiding you down onto the bed, the cool sheets caressed your hot skin causing a tremble to radiate down your body. Making his way onto the bed, Law straddled your hips as leaned above you and tied the rope securely to his metal bed frame.

“Remember, Knock three times.”

His pupils now completely dilated with arousal from the image that was on display below him. Hovering over you, he smirked as he brought one of his hands to your breast and flicked at the nipple clamp. Eyes rolling at the sudden rush of pleasure, you whimpered against the gag as your breathing began to quicken with yearning for more.

Keeping his eyes locked on you as he sat up, Law let a rumble of a sigh escape from him as he slowly unbuttoned his top. Peeling the shirt off him, the sight of his bare chest made your eyes widen as you took on his physique. The tattoos that were etched on his skin decorated his whole torso; tribal heart design that splayed over his chest and shoulders rippled as he tossed his shirt to the floor.

As your eyes made their way down his chest and to the V of his hips, your eyes stared at the well-defined bulge that pressed against his pants; his cock begging to be released from its confinement.

“Such a good girl for me. Do you see what you do to me?”

His husky voice was like fuel to the fire, your mind, body and soul began to scream for any form of his touch. Right on cue to your thoughts, he cupped your face and tilted your chin up. Exposing your neck, he leaned in and began to suck and nip as he trailed down to your collarbone. His mouth leaving more glorious marks along the way. Moaning out from the intense feeling your whole body began to pulsate from the marks he left on your skin.

Bracing himself as he held his body over yours, his muscles twitched slightly as he bent down to flick at the nipple clamp with his tongue, the maneuver causing a sharp sensual pain to radiate through you. Whimpering out in pleasure through the gag, your eyes went wild with the need for him.

Brows rising in anguish, you groaned as you gave him a pleading look. Smiling at the pathetic sounds you were making, Law made his way down to your abdomen, his warm lips kissing the expose skin before resting his chin on your hip bone to look up at you teasingly.

“You want more my pet?” Pulling your arms against the restraint, you groaned in irritation.

“Tch. Now that isn’t a response that deserves rewards.” He brought his lips to the sensitive part of your hip and sank his teeth into your soft flesh. A bolt of both pain and pleasure radiated through you as he sucked the spot lightly. His tongue whirling around the teeth marks he left before pulling away.

“Let’s do that again shall we?” Law’s sinister gaze looked up at you as he brought his chin to rest above your hot mound.

“Should I give you more?” Eyes wide with need, you frantically nodded your head and tried to say please but all that was heard was gibberish.

Laws lustful expression formed a sly smile before he began to kiss the soft exposed skin above your underwear. Tilting his head, he kissed along the raised skin from the bite mark as he slowly made his way down to your inner thigh. Looking up at you between your legs, he nuzzled your covered sensitive bud as he watched your facial expression intently. The sudden acknowledgement of your sensitive bud made your back arch in pleasure before softly hitting the pillow top bed.

“Fuck you smell so good for me.” Law went in more onto your clothed hot pussy, the friction causing your heated core to build more and more with each ministration. Wanting to take his time with you, he slowly brought his face to your inner thigh again. His rough goatee began to tickle your inner thigh as he kissed light circles into your flesh. The warmth of his breath making your pussy tighten with how near he was. Legs desperately wanting to just close around his head and make him touch you. You began to move to get advantage on him but quickly realized that it was no use.

Head snapping up to look at you, he placed both of his strong hands on your legs and push them apart.

“Rushing won’t get you anywhere Y/N.” Law pursed his lips together and frowned at you.

Taking a hold of your underwear with his two index fingers, he hooked them through the top part of the lace underwear yanked them down with one swift motion. Looking down at your glistening arousal, he licked his lips eagerly before bending down and nipping at the top of your pussy.

Chest rising heavily at the feeling, your hips pushed into his mouth wanting to feel more from him. He let out a soft chuckle causing the hot air from his breath to caress your heated mound once more. Feeling helpless with need, your eyes began to well with tears as you mentally begged for him to release you from this agonizing grip.

Staying in tune with your thoughts, he gave one single flick of his tongue upon your clit, the feeling of his warm tongue playing with your hot and needy bud caused everything around you to disappear as your mind became foggy. Digging your nails into the palm of your hand, you thrusted yourself hips into his face as he enveloped your clit with his mouth and tongue.

Pleased with the way your body reacted under him, Law continued to taste your sweet juices, his tongue dipping in and out of your hot walls and over to your sensitive clit where he sucked forcefully around it. Your tied up arms began to shake at the feeling of It, your legs continue to push against him, but he pushed back. Moving his lips away from your sensitive mound, he bit down on your inner thigh once more to make you obey him.

Being at his complete mercy, your hot walls clutched on air in a pathetic attempt to get some release. Seeing this motion, Law shifted slightly and propped his body up on the right side of his body, the other side reaching out to stick his middle finger inside of you. Watching how your body reacted to the action, he let out a low grumble like moan as your hot pussy walls sucked his finger in hungerly. Looking up at you through hooded lids, his bedroom eyes never left yours as he pushed his ring finger inside of you and began to pulsate them together inside of you as he stretched out your hot walls.

Clawing at the wall behind you, your eyes began to roll into the back of your head from the glorious sensation that he finally thrusted inside of you. Long fingers hooking upwards in a “come here” motion as he stretched you out and hit that spot that caused your core to being to tighten with desire.

“Mmmyes….That’s my girl….Let me feel how much you want me.”  Feeling your walls sucking him in with each motion, Law bent down and began to suck at your little bud as his fingers began to pump faster inside of you. The vibration of his moan against your clit as he tasted you, caused your core to finally snap, your arousal gushed out of you and down his fingers and over lips.

Moaning into your arousal, Law began to lap up every single last drop of your juices. He continued this motion until your body couldn’t take any more as another orgasm hit you causing your vision to tunnel, your mascara running down your face as the tears flowed from the over stimulation.

Pulling his fingers out from inside of you, he licked every bit of you off them before reaching down and pulling the nipple clamps off your sensitive nubs.

Grunting out in pleasure, you lazily looked up at him as he crawled back to hover over you.

“I want to hear you.” He breathed into your ear before nipping at your earlobe. Sitting up, he gently picked up your head and unclasped the gag.

Moving your sore jaw, you didn’t have time to process anything before Laws lips were upon them. The sweet taste of your arousal lingered in his kiss as his tongue intertwined with yours.

Breaking the kiss, he sat up and began to unbutton his pants. Too lost in your mind from all the sensations that radiated through you, all your body could do was shiver under him. Seeing your fucked out demeanor, a smirk splayed across his lips.

“We aren’t done, your nice and ready for me now like a good little pet.”

Biting into your lip, your eyes began to widen at the sight of his long thick shaft popping out of his pants and hanging in all its glory. The pre-cum was slicked across the throbbing head of his cock.

“You want me?”

“Ye..yes..” your voice cracked as you pleaded for more.  

“Yes? Yes, what y/n? Use your words.” Law’s cocky smile as he began to tease the entrance of your pussy with the head of his cock.

“L-Law…” you pleaded to him as he rubbed over your sensitive pussy with his tip. The feeling making your bit into your lip hard.

Pursing his lips in a playful frustrated expression, he hovered over you and looked down.

“Yes?” He purred

“Law…Pleease… PLEASE FUCK ME!” You raised your head and glared at him in frustration as you pushed your hips into the throbbing tip of his shaft. Hissing out in pleasure, Laws eyes grew dark with lust and in one swift motion he pushed his hard cock into your tight walls and begging to push deeper and further inside you.

Head jerking back from the sweet fulfillment of pleasure that finally coursed through you, the feeling from your hot core grew once more as he fucked you. Feeling him drive deeper inside of you, Law sat up from his hovering position and pressed a hand down firmly on your pelvis as he pushed inside of you, causing you to feel every inch of his shaft as he glided deeper to hit that spot in perfect rhythm.

His breath became labored as his pace quickened, the feeling of both of your release near to a breaking point. Taking your legs over his shoulders, he left his one hand firmly pressed into your pelvis as he leaned forward and pressed his lips roughly onto yours sloppily.

Leaving your lips, he went down and began to suck and nip down your neck as he drove into you roughly.

“L…Law..I..I am going to….”

Making his way to the soft flesh just above your collarbone, Law sank his teeth into it causing your core to finally snap and your final release to explode from you and flow exhilarating down and his shaft.

“Mmm fuck…Yes…That’s it…Your so tight…” Law breathed out into your ear as he trailed kisses down it and along your jawbone.

Your walls tightening against his throbbing shaft as he rode out your orgasm, his own finally coming in a gush of euphoric heat as he filled your hot walls with his seed.

“FUCK!!” he moaned out.

Sitting up he rode out his own orgasm, his hands tighten on your thighs as he held onto them. Pulling your legs off his shoulders, he collapsed on his arms above you while he rutted his last bit of his orgasm inside of you. Body tingling all over from the aftermath he buried his head into the crook of your neck as he slowly came down from his high.

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Moments passed and breathing finally going back to normal for the both of you, he propped up on his arm and looked down at you to admire your fucked out expression.

Your hair a mess, drool along with mascara down your face and eyes-only mere slits as they looked back at him made a satisfied hum flow from out of him.

Caressing your face softly, he reached behind your head and picked it up gently as his soft lips met with your swollen ones in a tender kiss. Your body melting into his bed as he kissed you with a soft passion. Pulling his cock out from inside of you, you groaned against his lips from the empty sensation. Humming into your kiss, he sat back and looked down at you.

“Miss it already?” He nipped at your lips before lifting himself up from his resting position and untying the rope. Freeing you from your restraints, your body began to throb as the adrenaline that once coursed through began to die down causing everything to feel wobbly like jello.

Deliciously fuzzy in your sub space your mind began to shut everything out, too tired to comprehend anything that was going on around you. Realizing there was no hope in getting a good response from you now, Law laid down beside you and pulled your limp body into his strong embrace.

His strong hands began to rub your sore arms as you nestled into the nook of his body. Resting his chin on the top of your head he breathed in your honey floral scent as he continued to care for your over stimulated body.

“Now that’s what I call extracurricular studies.”

His lame ass joke made you snort of a laugh before looking up at him and rolling your eyes. Shaking your head you kissed his chest before nestling back into him and allowing the blissful wave of sleep to take over your exhausted bodies.

 As if given a gift from the universe, everything that happened in your life brought you to this point right here. Like a moth to the flame, Trafalger D Law removed your heart from your chest with ease and you became obedient to his every whim. The master and his puppet, you sighed contently as you pleaded for this to never end.

[miss-celestia13]

Writing smut means you walk around your house listening to your smut playlist at full volume, and yelling out shit like; “I’ve made up my mind! I’m doing anal!” At the top of your lungs. All my neighbours heard that and now I can never look them in the eye. I wish this was the first stupid thing they’ve seen from me, but there is a long history of me making an absolute cuntspangle of myself around them all. Whatever. I’ll shout something even more scandalous later and hope they forget this one.

[random-apollo-child]

Writing promt: jaskier gets aroused any time geralt fights and geralt can smell it every time so one night while they were laying after a particularly nasty fight in which geralt was not injured he could smell the strong scent of lust and arousel and decided to indulge in jaskiers lust and pins him to the ground and starts kissing him all over his body and grabs his *member* and soon they start fucking and then afterwards there's fluff and stuff

idk someone write this pls

@help-help-i-need-an-adult @0dde11eth @fandom-junk-drawer @everything-but-the-not-natural

[author-01rayne]

🥵Lex is at Maven's mercy.

Excerpt:

He struggles against the vines. He could get free, but he doesn't want to. Lex loves to surrender.

"Beloved," he warns, flashing his fangs. He shoots forward to bite me and I lean away. He growls in irritation.

I begin to stroke his cock using the vines to do all the work and his eyes flutter shut. I tighten the vine in my mind, twilisting it manically around his cock.

He shakes his head, eyes promising blood and pleasure.

I let another vine drift across his balls. Since his legs are spread he is open and vulnerable. I test the water, pressing it against his taint.

"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck," he squirms. "Maven.." he pants, pulling against the greenery.

I push the creeping plant toward the back, circling around his ass he's only let me play with a few times.

He hates how much he loves it....

💜Eternally Damned by January Rayne

💦 on KU

🔥Artwork: Mon Reyes

[livyjh]

Joel Miller smut is simply not being written fast enough for me. Please request something 🥹

[lovecite]

Syndrome |Buddy pine (the incredibles)x Y/N

***ALERT SEXUAL THEME***

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”hey y/n ,” He muttered. Your eyes were trained directly at his board  chest as you tried to think of a way to steady your breathing. You could feel the apples of your cheeks starting to prickle in heat. This was not something you had expected to occur for the two of them. Your vision still felt slightly doubled and blurred .

You remembered you had yet again had to separate Bob and Buddy from each other as another heated argument occurred.

-30 mins ago-

"Look Buddy ," "Bud, I've said this thousands times Old man call me Bud." Buddy had countered. He stood before the older super his arms crossed tightly across his chest. A frown deeply engraved on his face while his lower right lid twitched. His blue gaze holding Bobs gaze never wavering. Bob gave an exhausted sigh before starting again. " Bud, we don't have any choice. Think of the hundreds of thousands of people that will be hurt." Bob stated as he pressed an aqua colored button located on the black table in front of them.

A digital green screen popped up in front of all of the people in the room. Small pictures and numbers appeared in thousands. Bob pointed up at the screen, "See if you we can place that ender device on this part of the ship. That would give us enough time to stop this fleet and maybe - " " Bob I'm going to stop you there. " Buddy interrupted .

Bob looked as if he were going to speak again but Helen was by his side and placed a single hand on his chest . The red flamed colored haired young man walked up to the black table and placed both of his palms on table top. His smug smile gracing the group as his blue gaze landed on everyone in the room.

"The "ender device" as you put it. Which I'd prefer the term "Termination device" but you can take your pick I guess." He stated earning a sigh from Bob of irritation. Another super stepped up to the table slamming his gloved white hands on the table top a small frost film developed. "Look do you like to just hear yourself talk flame head," Frozone quickly stated a cool breeze swept across the room.

The other supers around the table agreed with small murmurs. You stood at the side of Helen watching Buddy again starting unnecessary arguments. They had talked just before walking into this meeting. You thought he had agreed he would be more well behaved. Buddy chuckled bringing his arms across his chest.

" Look on a serious note if we placed my device on this ship it would do as you said stop the fleet but what of the other people. Don't forget the other boring people on those ships. " Buddy argued. That was right. Those ships had in rough range 100 to 200 civilians people on each ship.

The silence of the room was deafening. " We have to think of the thousands of people in each city and town that would die.," Bob stated quickly answering what others wouldn't dare state. '' So, just screw the normies? That's a little dark for you supers." Bud commented earning another around of murmurs to began again in the room.

Bob made his way quickly around the table grabbing Buddy from his gray turtle neck. Lifting him up at least a foot from the floor. "Buddy!" You gasped in alarm at the sudden speed of the super. You nearly tripped over your feet towards the pair. Buddy still held bobs gaze his expression never changed. His arms were still crossed tightly across his chest as Bobs single fist held tightly to his shirt.

"How about you come up with a plan! Aren't you the one that killed off almost all of the the supers? Maybe if you hadn't we wouldn't be in this mess!" He argued. That set off the whole room into a uproar. Helen came by bobs side quickly talking to him trying to calm him down. Buddy fell from his grasp hitting the floor with his bottom giving out a groan of pain. You kneeled by him placing your hands on his forearm.

"Buddy, I thought you promised you wouldn't act like this here." You whispered quickly as she helped him up from the floor. He gave you a stern look before shrugging you off. His hair was in a slight disarray as he used his fingers to comb the hair it back in place. He straighten his shirt before heading towards the double door. You followed close behind him but not before giving a glance back over your shoulder to the supers. All of them stood about the room faces holding that of pure sorrow.

"I'm going to that damn bar downstairs." Buddy commented over his shoulder. You didn't respond back as you followed closely behind him.

They entered the bar through the doubled glass doors. Their foot steps being the only sound that was being made in this empty lobby. Buddy made his way to the bar sitting on the bar stool he ordered a margarita. The bar tender gave him a look of irritation at the rude order and went to the task of making the drink.

His gaze was focused so strongly on the the prepared drink in front of him. "Pfft what does that damned super know anyway. "He mumbled as he traced the glasses salted rim with his pointer finger. His blue gaze narrowed as he brought the palm of his hand harshly against the bars table top.

"Can't they just let it go?" He is statement was as if he was talking about something small and less then nothing. You knew not to answer his question he spoke out. You slide onto the bar stool that was just separated by a single stool from Buddy.

"What no drink for you?" He sneered. Before you could respond he waved his hand. "Bar tender another round of the mango margaritas." He demanded quickly before you could object. His narrowed gaze settled on you finally acknowledging you.

"You know your friends are such dicks." He stated fatly with a raised brow. You knew what he was doing and you weren’t playing into his game. The hurt was there in his blue gaze. The thought of "normie" people dying seemed to have triggered him. You brought your brown gaze from his to the bar tender giving a simple Thank you before taking a small sip. The drink burned your throat slightly but the after taste of mango was welcoming.

"I mean they are your friends right? Oh wait," Bubby tipped his head back placing the rim of the glass by his mouth and downing the whole drink. He let out a sigh of happiness before bringing his attention back to you. "That's right how could they be your friends. Didn't they have you-" "Stop it!" You snapped.

Maybe you should have just let Buddy arrive here by himself. You didn't need to be degraded by him because he become oversensitive to what Bob had told him. "Well finally you fight back." He retorted as he again downed another drink. You took a sip of your drink as you watched the flamed headed young man carefully. The drink itself made your mind slightly fuzzy but not enough to be called "buzzed out".

Buddy exhaled shakily as he placed his third drink back on the bars table top. You reached out carefully with her hand wanting to touch his arm. "Buddy, I think maybe you've had enough." You whispered carefully. He gaze fell to you again this time his eyelids were partly opened . There was a red hue floating across his nose making his pale skin appear more of a ghostly color.

His gaze shifted down to your hands and back to your face. "Drink up." He shouted. You nearly jumped out of the chair at his response. "Um Buddy I think you need to lower your voice." You tried to convey a stern voice but it was hard when he was looking at you like that. Buddy brought his hand up swaying slightly in his seat. "Give her another one." He drawled. The bar tender gave you a raised brow before turning away completely ignoring him.

Buddy nearly feel over off the bar stool as he transferred himself to the bar stool close to you. You could feel the prickle of embarrassment climbing up your body as goosebumps seemed to dance along your arms an legs. He was acting like a complete fool which wasn't like him at all. "Buddy maybe we should take our business upstairs." You voiced. He brought an open palm to his cheek leaning into it as his half lidded gaze focused on you. "N-Not before you finish your drink." He retorted. Buddy was at least a good 200 pounds and you knew no one at the hero society meeting wanted to deal with him. He knew you couldn't just move him a side.

You drew in a deep breathe before bringing your head back and the tip of the glass rim to your lips. The cold substance slipped past your lips and down your throat. The stinging sensation was carefully being replaced as you chugged it down with the sweetness of the mango. Slamming the glass back on the table you brought an open palm to your forehead. Your mind was drifting slowly and your visual perception was slowly starting to blur and double. "Oh boy this isn't good." You blabbered out.

And then some how they ended up in the dark alley way of the hotel facing each other..

-back in normal time-

Drinking that single tall glass of mango flavored margarita probably wasn’t the best , being that you were in the presence of an arms dealer,super killer,murder,etc. “Um, I , uh buddy” You finally responded as you slide your hands on his chest. The warmth beneath your palms made you want to bury your face right into him. His lips is what you noticed perked out as if he were going to blow dust off of you was zoning in on you.

The smell of the drinks lingering between the two made you instantly turn your face from his and his lips kissed your cheek. “ Gosh darn. You’re gon-gonna be a little hard to get uh little lady?” He asked breathlessly swaying slightly to the left. He brought a palm besides your head caging you in with him. “That’s not it. I- I uh just wanna” Your gaze shifted slightly away from him as your mind started to become blank.

“ I don’t think I remembered what I was gonna say” You admitted with a slight giggle escaping your lips. You brought your gaze slowly back to the flamed haired man in front of you. He had a sweet simple grin on his face that showed that ever adorable buck teeth. And it was that dust of red freckles that just swiped across his face that made him look like such a regular normie.

It was hard to believe hiding behind all that innocence was a trapped power hungry man that would do anything for it. His blue gaze shifted right to left trying to focus on you but failing terribly.

You felt your head tilt in question and before you could ask him why he was starring at you like that , warmth engulfed your lips. It felt like you were molding clay with your lips smashed so hard against his . You felt the need to place both of your hands on his board shoulders. “Bud,” You moaned softly. A groan from buddy answered as he leaned more into you. His chest pressed into you pinning you onto the brick wall .

You could feel his fingers touching ,gripping while they traveled down your sides as they slowly traced your bottom and hooked themselves behind your knees. His lips left yours and started to plant themselves down your neck moving past your turtle neck.

“Bu-BUDDY!” You gasped out loud as you were lifted up and held by buddy against the brick wall. His lips never leaving your neck. The wetness and massage of his lips working along your neck made you want to melt into a puddle in the spot.

He carefully pushed himself snuggly between your thighs as his hands finally left your knee caps and cupped her bottom. You face instantly blew up in warmth as you felt the pressing matter resting on your inner thigh. The heat you could feel coming from his throbbing member made you feel so breathless. The palms of his hands kneading your bottom , his lips and tongue massaging your neck what else could complete this night.

He let out a throaty groan as he rotated his hips into a clockwise motion. It felt like a tingle run up your spine as he continued grinding his hips into you making his way closer to your greatest treasure. You let your legs open wider feeling his throbbing member graze your private jewel ! Your hands instantly gripped his back letting out a throaty groan in response. You buried your face into his neck as he kept bucking his hips into you.

“ oh y/n your a damn good cow g-girl” he breathe into your neck. You felt goose bumps raise up at the comment. Why would he even say that? This was beyond stupid! Not more than 10ft was the council supers meeting and here they were acting like teens on prom night. Great now the drinks were starting to wear off.  He shifted your weight into one cupped hand.

You could feel your shirt being tugged and moved upwards. Feeling a cool breeze brush by your stomach as you bucked your hips into him. Buddy let out a groan of pleasure as he kept untucking your shirt. "bud no not here." You pleaded. Was he really going to try to have sex of all places here . You heard a chuckle in that response. His chest lifting slightly off of you as he brought his firm palm first on your right breast.

You let out a small gasp as Buddy's warm palm grasped your breast kneading it gently and allowing your nipple to be squeezed in-between his pointer and middle finger. Buddy rotated his hips again making you let out a loud gasp.

“ Buddy!” You cried out as he continued his attack of working those firm hips of his into yours. The sweet release like a tied roped knot was starting to untie itself. “ Buddy, p-please stop.. I’m going to end up-“ He stopped all movement and slowly brought his face to yours. His gleaming blue gaze holding that of naughty gleam. His lips curved slowly up into a smirk with his eyes narrowing. All the drinks affects had long since been driven from his system. Maybe you shouldn’t have told him that.

“Go ahead. I want to see that face in pure ecstasy.” He whispered. You didn’t know just words could release you but it did. You felt that knot in the depth of your stomach release. You gripped harshly onto buddy’s shoulders as you let out a gasp of surprise. Buddy gripped your bottom tightly with both hands  as he pressed himself onto your already sore jewel moving your hips up and down on his clothed member.

His mouth went directly to your nipple wrapping his lips around the tip of your petal. His tongue rolling the tip effortless around in his warm mouth. A groan escaping him " Say I'm your super. " he breathed out as he suckled her breast.

That made you want to scream out of pleasure as the waves of pleasure kept coming. " N-No " you squeaked out. He opened his mouth on your breast . His tongue rolled over the tip as his blue gaze meet hers. "Come on. Say it. Say I'm your super." He countered again his lips moving on your swollen nipple as he spoke. 

That was making you go insane he looked so damned sexy for God's sake. "Y-Your my super hero." You gasped out  finally feeling goose bumps again travel down her body at the embarrassment.

You let her bottom lip slip between your teeth as you tried to still yourself from screaming and gasping anymore. You could feel liquid seep out of your pussy and soak your underwear. Your heart was practically bouncing so hard against your chest. You were riding your high of cumming on his clothed dick.

Your body slumped into his grasp as you were breathing harshly against his shoulder. Your insides every so slightly twitched causing you to let out a small groan. “ well I’ll be darned didn’t think I had that kind a of affect on ladies!” He boasted with a chuckle.

You jumped in surprise in still feeling his hard member on your sore sensitive clothed clit . Buddy gave you a quick peck on your forehead before lowering you back on your feet. Your legs felt so light and shaky you would have fallen if you hadn’t caught yourself in time grasping the brick wall with your hands. You quickly brought your shirt down your exposed nipple hardening with cool breeze.

"Man that was something wasn't. I'd say the best you've ever had." He stated a sly grin on his face. You couldn't believe that's what he wanted to hear. "Don't be so bold, Buddy." You countered as you went to tuck your shirt back into your pants. " Oh come on. I had you saying I was your hero " he stated his voice low and rich. You didn't even dare too look at him as the scene relayed in your mind.

Before either of them could speak another word a voice was heard behind buddy.

“ hey you two there’s something new that came up in the meeting I -ohhh” You felt your cheeks hit up in embarrassment at the sudden voice of Helen. Buddy placed both of his palms once again one on each side of you. His form covering you from the motherly women.

“ Ms. Helen uh it’s not what it looks like!” You squeaked out as you tried to push buddy back from you. Buddy gave you a look before that same sneaky grin grew across his face.

“ oh Helen it definitely looks like what you’re thinking. Tell bob oh boy that we need another 20 mins of fuuu-hey!” You watched as buddy was thrown clean across the alley way into bagged trash. A thin wired arm went towards you wagging a naughty finger at you.

“Y/n, y/n I’m going to treat you as if you’re my daughter. Get your bottom in here right now or you are grounded missy.’’ Helen sternly voiced. This only brought further damage to your reputation it seemed as you dragged your feet across the way feeling like heated teen caught in the action.

“ugh she's 25! Not a child! !’’ Buddy yelled from the trash dump he was thrown too. His blue glaze never leaving from you.

You made it safely to Helen who engulfed you into a hug stating you shouldn’t be hanging around the alley way with naughty boys.

[puppypilled-sheep-wife]

I think the internet should convince Jack Black to lend his voice to some Bowsette art

[lovingdilfs]

Don’t get caught honey (smut)

started watching "the scandal" so I got an idea with Big Daddy Elvis :)

Warning: 18+ content, fingering, sex.

ohhhhh what´s happening... my clothes are suddenly gone!

“Elvis you have to stop or we will get caught” you whispered, while Elvis was buried into your neck, leaving hot kisses on your sensitive spot. Elvis pulled away from your neck, his eyes sparkling mischievously as he grinned at you. "Who said anything about getting caught?" he asked, his voice low and husky. You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of your lips. He leaned in for another kiss, but you pushed him away gently. "Seriously, Elvis," you said, trying to keep your voice stern. "We can't keep doing this. Someone is going to catch us." Elvis shrugged, his expression still playful. "Let them catch us," he said. "I don't care." You sighed, knowing that arguing with him was pointless. Instead, you leaned in for a quick kiss, then took a step back. "Come on," you said. "We need to get back before anyone notices we're gone." You could feel his eyes on you the whole time, and you couldn't help but feel a little thrill of excitement. As you reached the door, you turned back to him. "Promise me you'll be careful," you said, your voice soft. Elvis nodded, his expression serious for once. "I promise," he said. "But you know I can't resist you." You grinned, knowing that he was right. "Just try to resist getting us both into trouble," you said, before slipping out the door and heading back to the party.

As you walked back to the party, the weight of your secret affair with Elvis settled heavily on your shoulders. You knew it was risky, reckless, and even a little bit stupid, but you couldn't help the way you felt when you were with him. No one knew about you and Elvis had been secretly fucking for the last month, and you were determined to keep it that way. The thought of what would happen if anyone found out - the scandal, the shame, the judgment - made your stomach churn. You could see already the headline of the newspaper “Elvis Presley and his little helpless affair with his left-wing” But at the same time, the excitement of sneaking around with Elvis, of doing something forbidden and taboo, made your pulse race. Every time you were with him, it was like a rush of adrenaline that left you dizzy and breathless.

You tried to push the thoughts of Elvis out of your mind and focus on the party, but it was proving to be much more difficult than you had anticipated. And then you felt it - the unmistakable feeling of someone's eyes on you. You turned, and sure enough, there was Elvis, leaning against the wall with a sly grin on his face. He was staring at you with an intensity that made your pulse quicken, and you could feel your cheeks flush with heat. You tried to ignore him, to act like he wasn't even there, but it was no use. His gaze was like a physical touch, stripping you down with his bare eyes until you felt like you were standing there naked in front of him. Finally, unable to take it anymore, you made your way over to him. "What are you looking at?" you asked, trying to sound casual. Elvis shrugged, his grin widening. "Just admiring the view," he said, his voice low and husky. You felt a shiver run down your spine at the sound of his voice. You knew you should walk away, that this was dangerous and reckless, but you couldn't resist him. Not when he looked at you like that, not when his touch sent electric currents through your body. “Wanna dance honey?” Elvis asked, his hand extended towards you with a playful grin on his face. You felt a thrill of excitement shoot through you at the prospect of being close to him, moving with him to the rhythm of the music. Without hesitation, you took his hand, and he led you onto the dance floor. The music was loud, the lights flashing, and the energy of the crowd was palpable. But none of it mattered because all you could focus on was Elvis.

As the two of you swayed to the music, you felt his hands on your waist, pulling you in closer to him. You could feel the heat of his body against yours, and it was like all the worries and doubts you had been feeling just melted away. "You shouldn't stare at me like that," you told him, and his face scrunched up in confusion. "Why not?" he asked, as he pulled you closer to him. "Because it looks inappropriate. A boss shouldn't gaze at his assistant in that way," you replied, feeling his hands tighten around you. "What do you mean, 'in that way'?" he inquired, and you felt his body press against yours. "As if you've seen me naked," you clarified. “Baby, the funny thing is…” Elvis looked around to see if anyone was listening “I have seen every inch of your perfect body” You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words. “Elvis, please," you said, looking around nervously. "We can't keep talking like this. What if someone hears us?" Elvis looked around too, then leaned in closer to you, his lips brushing against your ear. “Meet me at our spot in 10” he gave your cheek a kiss.

As Elvis disappeared into the crowd, you took a deep breath and tried to calm your racing heart. You had tried to resist him, to tell yourself that this was a bad idea, but it was like an irresistible force was drawing you to him. Ten minutes later, you found yourself at the spot where you and Elvis had shared so many intimate moments before. Elvis was already there, waiting for you with a grin on his face. Without a word, he pulled you into his arms and kissed you deeply, his hands roaming over your body as if he couldn't get enough of you. “Baby I need You so badly right now” he whispered under his breath, You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss, your lips hungry for his. You could feel the heat between your legs growing, the passion building with each passing moment. "then take me baby." you whispered against his lips. With that, Elvis lifted you up and carried you over to the bed, where he laid you down gently. He crawled on top of you, his hands and lips exploring every inch of your body. You moaned softly as he touched you, the pleasure building with each passing moment.

Your moans grew louder and more urgent. “Baby, I need you to be quiet” he laid a hand over your mouth to mute the moans that left your mouth. You reached up and pulled him in for another kiss, your tongues tangling together as the passion between you grew. You could feel him getting harder against you, “open your legs for me honey” he said, his voice low and husky. You pulled your dress up a bit and spread your legs wide open for him, “oh baby, you gonna be the death of me… no panties for daddy” Elvis murmured with a groan of pleasure, as he pushed your dress up further and slipped his hand between your thighs. His fingers found your hot and wet center, and he began to stroke and rub your sensitive folds. You arched your back and moaned softly, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Elvis leaned down and captured your lips in a deep and passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with yours as he continued to pleasure you with his skilled fingers. You could feel your body building towards a powerful climax, and you knew that you were teetering on the edge. “Elvis I’m gonna come” you whimpered. “Do it, baby! Leave a mess on my fingers” he groaned out, as your walls tightened around his fingers, leaving your juices surrounding his fingers, your body shaking with pleasure as Elvis continued to stroke you through it all. “Oh, those pretty sounds!”. You looked up at him, feeling a sense of ecstasy wash over you as you basked in the afterglow. “Ready for round two baby?” He asked. You grinned up at him, feeling a renewed sense of desire building within you. "Absolutely," you replied, pulling him down for another kiss. He pulled away just long enough to remove his pants before returning to hover over you. And then, he entered you, slowly at first, but then picking up pace as the pleasure intensified. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him in closer as he thrust into you, each thrust was deep enough to hit the sensitive spot in your cervix, The feeling of him inside you was almost overwhelming, and you knew that you were close to the edge. As if he could sense it, Elvis reached down and began to rub your clit, the sensation pushing you over the edge as you cried out his name. Elvis continued to thrust into you, his movements becoming more frenzied as he chased his own release. Finally, with a low growl, he came inside you, collapsing onto your chest as he caught his breath. The two of you lay there, tangled up in each other's arms, enjoying the quiet after the storm. After a few moments, Elvis rolled over and looked at you, a soft smile on his face. "You're amazing," he said, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "I don't know what it is about you, but you drive me crazy." You smiled back at him, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. “Elvis we better get moving before people get suspicious about us,” you said leaning in for a kiss before getting up. He grabbed your arm pulling you back down “let’s just stay here for a minute” he held you tight in his embrace.

[illek00]

kindly refer me to all of your favorite Spuffy fanfics

[miss-celestia13]

Ramblings of a daft woman

It’s no secret that I absolutely love to write smut and I will find a way to include it in almost everything I write 🤭 some might say I write “too” much smut, but they’d be wrong. It’s my happy place, especially when it’s challenging, and it’s where I find an escape into a land where nothing matters but how good you feel. And isn’t that the whole point of this writing thing? To write what you want to read, and what makes you feel good? I think so.

Throughout the process of writing Marked Me Like a Bloodstain, I worried there was too much smut and that people were sick of it. So I tried cutting back for a bit despite the fact no one ever said anything negative. They might’ve been thinking it, I won’t deny that, but I was miserable. It didn’t stop the worrying either because the mind just finds something else to bitch about. Where is the fun in that? Not everyone will like the smut I write or the way I write it, but I do. I love the days I know I have a scene to write and dread the days I don’t. The same is true for any writer. Not everyone will like what you write but plenty more will love it. Write what brings you joy, not what you think other people want and you’ll never be stuck or upset. Feedback is amazing and we love to get it, always grateful, but don’t let it dictate what you write. It’ll only make you resent your stories.

Awkward preamble aside, I can never just get to the point, thank you for reading my filthy imaginings. I am always so grateful that people enjoy them. Those words never feel enough but they’re all I have. Thank you❤️

(The meme popped up on my Facebook feed and started this whole spiel. Thank that! See you later😘)

[sleekervae]

The Neighbour [3.9]

A/N: Good Morning everyone!! Happy Holidays and ready to bless your Saturday morning with a dose of... all this. I put this chapter into a word counter and came up with 7.6 k and honestly, I'm proud of myself lol. Hope ya'll are having a lovely holiday season, be happy and stay safe out there!!

Warnings: smut ahead, some mild inklings of a panic attack

Masterlist

A week had shot by so fast. It had been a blur of packing, unpacking, repacking and second guessing everything that Eva thought that she needed for Seattle. She had moved around so many times, always lugging her knick knacks and chachkis from her travels; this time it felt so weird just packing a small back and a backpack.

She felt like she was forgetting so many things, leaving behind little comforts that in hindsight really wouldn't mean that much to a person. Some things were reasonable, like her favourite green cardigan -- it kept her warm through so many winters, the sleeves were frayed and it smelled like cat hair, but Eva would never dare to brave the cold without it. Other things, like her plastic skull paper weight -- a charming and macabre little souvenir she'd bought at an obscure flee market in Portland, stayed attentive at her desk, porous eyes threatening anybody that dared near her belongings.

Eva stared at her open suitcase, the clothes neatly folded and yet she still felt so disorganized. After all, California was supposed to be her last big trip, and given global circumstances, travel should have been the last thing on her to-do list this week. And yet she had a gnawing guilt in her chest whenever she spoke to her dad this week; he was always giving her updates on her mother's condition. She didn't need the image of her mother in a dialysis clinic clouding her mind, neither.

Pluto was curled up underneath the couch, having rapidly lost interest in his cotton mouse toy. The pale tabby always had a knack for becoming a deflated balloon whenever he spotted a suitcase, usually because he'd have to be shoved into his carrier and loaded under a plane seat or into the back of an Avis rental. So of course, he was hiding from his master should the threat arise.

Eva walked across her living room, taking a brief look around for her cat while she went over her list in her head. Warm sweaters? Check. Hole-less jeans? Check. A spare toothbrush because she always either forgot hers going or coming back? Check. Her boyfriend...?

With one glance at that house across the street, Eva felt her heart sink. She wished so terribly that circumstances were better in her family, then maybe it would be safer to bring Remington? But her father was already uneasy about the relationship and she hadn't even told her sister yet -- good God! When that uptight little asshole finds out she's dating a musician...

Remington didn't need the drama of her family's snide remarks and entitled elitist delusions, and quite frankly neither did she. It was the best way she knew to protect him. And yet she could picture how fun it would be to have him in her home town, showing him her old stomping grounds and all of the best places she knew for impeccable meals. Maybe one day when she could breeze into town without a medical emergency and she didn't have to have her family expecting her?

A lump began to grow in her throat; it was small and Eva swallowed it down as best as she could. However, the more she clambered around, packing, cleaning, her mind began to spin. It was as if fate had a sick sense of humour, and no matter how hard, how far she had tried to leave her past behind, the phantoms creeped through crevices and shadows, always looming, lurking, awaiting just the moment where they could pounce and drag her back nails scrapping across the floor.

She was angry for feeling guilty, never picking up phone calls and dodging family holidays for years. She never even had the urge to get to know her little half brother. But why should she? Eva's family was abuzz of narcissists and entitled brats that believed the world owed them everything. And in a way, Eva embodied those traits as well, not to the extent where she'd dare embarrass herself or her friends.

Perhaps that why she was upset, recognizing that no matter how hard she tried she could never get rid of the toxicity of a behaviour that had been bred in her from the beginning...

She didn't even register the tears on her face until she went to brush her hair away from her eyes, cringing at the slippery surface of saline-soaked skin. Eva hated crying, she spent too much of her adolescence locked up in her room and balling her eyes out. First because her sister constantly picked on her, and then she got her brother to join in. And when her mom up and left with nary an explanation, Eva truly felt what it meant to have her heart ripped out of her chest. No breakup could ever compare to the anguish of watching your mother leave you behind because you weren't good enough.

The distinctive clicking of the lock clicked and the door hinges squealed, giving Eva just barely enough time to wipe the tears from her eyes as Remington slipped inside. He had two bags of groceries hanging from one hand, and his back pack slung over his shoulder. His long hair was tucked underneath his toque in true skater boy fashion, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed like a puppy on a fresh summer's day.

"I'm home, baby!" he announced. Eva couldn't help but smile to herself, hearing him call her apartment 'home' was a small but hearty comfort to her. He stopped briefly to kiss her cheek as he breezed into the kitchen, dropping his groceries onto her countertop with a crinkly thunk, "What's the name of the game tonight? That's right -- we got chickpea sweet potato stew! Prepared expertly by our in-house chef, Remington! No relation to the rat,"

Eva simpered, shuffling over and watching him pull out two large sweet potatoes, "The recipe called for two cups of potatoes, so I grabbed two of these just to be on the safe side," he grinned.

"We can make fries with the rest," she heartlessly chuckled.

It was then Remington met her eyes, his giddy smile slipping when he noted her demeanour. His tongue slipped over his lips, tasting the excess salt that he'd picked up from her cheek in that split moment.

"What's wrong?" he rounded the counter to meet her, "Did something happen?"

"N-No. I'm okay," she tried to assure, though she having a hard enough time trying to convince herself, let alone Remington.

"Eva," he voice dropped, oddly stern yet dismayed because he never liked seeing his girl upset. And his dark eyes just reached into her brain, picking on all the tells she had to try and put up a false face. He knew her too well by now to fall for it, and he reminded her she was safe as he took her hands in his.

Eva took a deep breath, her gaze averting to the floor. She picked out the nicks and scuffs in his sneakers, the grooves in the hardwood floor, how he smelled of body wash, cigarettes and autumn all at once.

"I'm okay," she nodded slowly, "I just had a minute; I got a little overwhelmed..."

Remington looked passed her and into the living room, her suitcase was tossed open on the floor, half packed neatly and the other half in disarray.

He didn't want to be stubborn and try to coax it out of her. Instead, he took her in his arms, holding her tightly to his chest and just listened to her uneasy breathing. She was trying not to cry again, but silent tears brimmed over her lids and rolled down her face. They soaked into the sleeves of his t-shirt, warm and cold when they hit his skin.

Remington waited until she could calm down, not uttering a word and yet holding her like her life depended on him solely. Because he was scared for a moment; if he had let her go, there was a fine chance she may have buckled to the floor. Through the whole calamity of her situation, Eva had remained so calm, so composed, a little annoyed from time to time, but now the reality of what was happening was finally setting in.

"It's okay," he cooed softly, "Take a deep breath, it's okay. Do you want to sit down?"

Her shoulders rose and fell, exhaling warmth breath across his neck and she reached up to wipe away her tears. However she nodded firmly, so he brought her over to sit at the table. Eva grabbed some loose napkins and dabbed at her face, sniffling quietly to herself.

"I'm sorry," she huffed, "I don't know what came over me for a minute,"

"Eva, it's okay," Remington assured, "... You know, if you don't have to get on that plane if you don't want to. We can tell them you caught covid,"

She laughed pitifully, "Like that'll go over better..." and she sniffled again, "There's just a lot I left behind in Seattle, I'm not looking forward to going back to it,"

"But you're not going back forever," he reminded her, "Even if you wind up having to... ya know... even that isn't forever,"

"I know," she sighed, "I keep wondering if the universe just has a sick sense of humor and likes to laugh at my pain sometimes. And it sucks because I want to be the best version of myself for you, and it doesn't need to involve -- that -- them," she pointed at the window, bearing the general direction of North.

His smile was endearing as he took one of her hands, squeezing assuredly, "You know, I remember a while ago, a smart young woman told me that it wasn't her job to fix me because I had already done the work. Her job was to remind me that the bad days and the awful things don’t define who you are. What you do from this point, and what you’ve accomplished: that defines you. The days where you get dragged back to your lowest moments are the ones where I'm the loudest person cheering for you, regardless of whether we're in the same room or not,"

Eva smiled then, genuinely this time as she squeezed his hand back, "Remi..."

"I think you might know her, actually! She's about yay tall, big cat person, has the most amazing blue eyes I've ever seen in my life -- she's the total package," he grinned broadly.

She simpered, "Really? Because I heard she's a bitch,"

"And whoever told her that is just jealous of her," he pressed a kiss to her head, followed to the tip of her nose, and then her lips, "Speaking of the cat, where is Pluto?"

She pointed to the couch, "Oh, he's hiding because he thinks I'm going to stuff him back in his carrier," she replied.

Remington shuffled over to the couch, crouching down and peering underneath. Sure enough, two shiny thin eyes were staring back at him.

"Well, hiya Pluto!" he greeted, then he turned back to Eva, "Should I get him out?"

"Just leave him," she shook her head amusedly, "I'd hate him to swipe at that perfect face of yours,"

He stood up and came back to the kitchen counter, "But I would look like a total badass, though," he began to unpack the rest of his groceries from the bag, however he was almost thrown aside when Eva suddenly ran up behind him, hugging him tightly. He laughed merrily and hugged her back; it was almost stupid how much he adored her.

"I love you," she mumbled into his shoulder.

"I love you, too," He threw his head back, turning his head around just enough to get a glance at her. She batted her lashes sweetly at him, still slick with moisture and dried makeup, "My sweet girl," he brought one of her hands to his mouth and planted a kiss on her knuckle, "Maybe I should tie you up and keep you so you miss your flight tomorrow?"

Eva giggled, "Don't threaten me with a good time,"

"Do you have work to finish?" he asked.

"Work to start," she huffed, not eager to get to it.

"Well, how about you get on that while I make us dinner, hmm?" he turned in her grasp.

"I can help you," she offered.

He shook his head, "No, no, you take care of what you need to tonight, I've got dinner. Besides, all I need to do is throw things into a pot, even I can't screw that up,"

She chuckled slyly, "Like when you tried making mac n' cheese without the flour, right?"

"... That was different. This is stew," he assured, beaming radiantly.

Her eyes glimmered happily in the way that he loved, and she smirked as she wandered over to her desk, "Let me know if you need anything!"

The living room stayed a mess while Eva sat at her desk, lost in her zone while fingers flew furiously over her keyboard. A lovely, hearty smell was rising in her apartment, accompanied by clamoring and clanging of spoons against pots and water running. Eva was tempted a few times to check in and watch what he was up to, though Remington swiftly caught her and scolded her not to peek.

Remington was getting better at cooking, thanks to some advice from Sebastian. He didn't mind cooking, especially when he and Emerson first moved in together -- God only knew he didn't trust that boy to put together something with enough sustenance for them. Though more than anything he enjoyed getting to cook for Eva, showing off in a way that he knew she'd appreciate.

He tasted the stew before taking it off the heat, and when he was satisfied he went to fetch her in the next room. Remington crept up quietly behind her, just peeking over her shoulder and watching her write. It looked to be some sort of outline, organized, indented and most points bulleted down. Her gaze was fixed on the screen, unaware of his presence looming over her. Her concentration broke when warm fingers pulled back her hair, followed by equally soft lips pressing to the side of her neck. Eva giggled with surprise.

"Whatcha' working on?" he asked in a whisper.

"I'm organizing a college essay," she replied.

His eyebrows popped, "People pay you to write their essays?"

"Oh, heck no," she shook her head, "They send me their research and I condense it into an outline for them to write the damn thing themselves,"

"Clever," he kissed her on her cheek this time, "Dinner's ready,"

"Smell's wonderful,"

He spun her around in her chair, taking her hands and pulling her to her feet. She nearly fell into his chest, a surprised squeak emanating from her throat. He laughed after her, towing her behind him to the table.

The lights had been dimmed down, the table set simply, and an open bottle of wine sat in between two bowls of steaming stew. Despite his warning that it may be a little under seasoned, Eva enjoyed the stew immensely. It was just sweet enough, a little zesty with the hint of cilantro, and the wilted spinach practically melted into every bite. It was easily one of the most delicious meals Eva had.

"Sebastian's got some stiff competition behind him," she noted, "Maybe you guys should release a cookbook one day, too?"

Remington simpered, "101 Royale Recipes -- All Stolen From Other Recipe Books," he winked back.

"I'll draw up your own copyright, don't worry," she grinned gleefully before taking her wine glass, "How was writing today?"

"Very productive," he informed, "Chris went to pee thirteen times in six hours,"

Eva stopped mid-sip of her wine, "I don't think that's healthy?"

"I let him deal with it," Remington shrugged back, "But Michael sent us the final cut for the music video. It goes up Friday,"

There was a flutter in Eva's chest, both of excitement and nerves, "Wow! That's awesome!" She would finally get to see the video Michael and his team had been working so hard on, and of course seeing the finished product with it's Anne Rice-esque plot was elating. However, she was still weary about seeing herself on film.

"I'll probably lock myself in my room and watch it," she decided, "My dad won't get it,"

Remington grinned back, a glimmer of mischief twinkling behind his gaze, "Or... we could watch the cut on my laptop here?"

Eva popped a brow, "Tonight?"

"I have it," he nodded, "Unless you can bare the suspense of two more days,"

She bit down on her lip with unease, "Really?" and he nodded, "Okay," she giggled nervously.

"You do want to watch it, right?" Remington asked, "You put in a lot of good work, too,"

"I pretended to play the cello,"

"And you did it beautifully,"

"Yeah," she nodded along, "Yes. I want to watch it," after all, Remington was literally staring as a vampire! She'd be foolish to wait to watch that cinematic gold.

Despite his assurances that he had it handled, Eva helped him clean up the plates and pack up the rest of the stew. Her fridge was a little emptier than usual, cleaned out and only stocked with a few essentials. Remington was taking Pluto to stay at his house anyway; as much as he loved being in Eva's apartment, it felt weird to him being here without her in it.

They got settled on her couch; the curtains were drawn down with only one lamp giving them ample light to get around. Remington set up his computer on the coffee table while Eva set down a blanket for them. It was November in LA; never really cold but the seasonal energy called for it. There was still some wine left, cloistered in the corner of her counter and would probably be finished at some point tonight.

Pluto meanwhile had crawled out from under the couch, satisfied in seeing his carrier wasn't out. He was still careful, mind you, he opted to sleep against the curtain, far from Eva with enough time to escape should the threat arise.

Settling under the blanket, she snuggled in against Remington, laying her head on his shoulder as they waited for the video to buffer and play.

The video opened eerily with a black and white rain storm, followed by a pan on a group of hooded individuals that made up the Visigoths, crowding around the steps to the beautifully withered estate. The next cut sliced across the screen, with Remington as Aldous soaking wet and bloody as he was forced to his knees before Lilith Visigoth.

What followed was a seductively creepy short film, filled with mystery, intrigue, and of course, a couple of bloody murders. Eva didn't think it was possible, but Remington looked more handsome than ever; adorned in his raven tailored suit and dark makeup beneath his eyes. She watched him perform on that set, and yet he looked so hauntingly beautiful in the cast of fixed lighting shadows. Larissa and Shy looked beautiful in their gowns and jewels, darkly luminated by the academia-esque ballroom.

And much to Eva's chagrin, she had a two second frame up, her face contorting in confused terror when the horror and mayhem began to take shape. And again when she flew down a winding case of stairs to escape the vampire siege. She couldn't deny how cool she looked, how beautiful everything looked.

The story came to a tragic end, poetic and homespun of a plot by Gaston Leroux. However, it was the final cut in the video that had Eva suddenly fired up.

"They left him!?" she suddenly shouted before the video even came to a close, "His brothers just left him there to die?"

Her outburst had Remington amused, "Eva, you were there when we filmed this," he noted.

"But I didn't think that's how we were gonna' end it!" she sat up abruptly, poignant accusingly at the screen, "What about the girl? Isn't she gonna' save him?"

"I don't know. Guess we'll need to wait for the sequel," he pulled her back down, moving to mutter quietly, "You looked amazing,"

Eva's cheeks tinted red, averting her gaze to the blanket, "I wasn't paying attention to that part," she shrugged listlessly, "I was too focused on everything else,"

"Like me hopping over a balcony to chase you down, right?" Remington chuckled back, smirking with an effervescent smugness.

Eva thumped his shoulder, "You didn't hop a balcony," she pointed out.

"But I would if I needed to," one hand slithered around her waist, his other came to stroke tenderly at her cheek, "Especially if it came to you,"

She glowered playfully, "... To eat me or fuck me?"

He took a moment to think, smirking delightedly as he began to tickle her, "Both!"

Eva whined and squirmed, giggling between breathless protests. Every grab she made for his hands was unsuccessful as they darted under the blanket at a furious speed, torturing every spot he knew made her weak and giddy. Her hysteria was heightened when he swooped down to her neck, nibbling and biting along the sensitive skin. The warring sensations put her brain into overdrive, pleading for mercy and promising surrender.

"Okay! Okay, okay, okay! I give! Stop it!" he finally let her breathe, smoothing his hands over her belly and ribs to ward off the previous sensations. Remington couldn't wipe the smile off of his face, Eva's fluttering eyes and bashful giggle just made her completely irresistible.

He kissed her cheek this time, the tip of his nose nuzzling her sweetly, "You give? What are you giving in to?"

"Anything that doesn't involve me scissor kicking you in the neck," she replied.

She flinched when he reached for her again, but he soothed his hand over her thigh, "I'll be nice," he drew her legs over his lap and pulled her close, "I'm sorry," he simpered.

She popped a brow, "Mhm," she brushed the blonde hair from his eyes, "You're a really hot vampire,"

"And you're a gorgeous happy meal," he laughed when she rolled her eyes.

Eva sat up and rested her cheek on her hand while she watched Remington undress; shameless she was. She couldn't help it, she adored every part of his body— from his shiny ringlets to his broad chest to his lean thighs and she worshipped every part of his body on a regular basis. She felt the tips of her ears heat up and her dilated pupils couldn’t be torn away from his, even if the cat came scratching at the door. She slid forward in the bath, gasping and laughing as water sloshed over the edge of the tub as Remington climbed in.

“Hey!” she laughed.

“It’s not the first time we’ve made a mess,” he giggled merrily.

“…I mean, yeah fair. I’ll give you that,"

Remington ghosted his hand over the layer of bubbles, and beneath them he pulled Eva’s legs to circle around his waist. She slid along the smooth bottom of the tub, and when she reached Remington she found him suddenly hard between her legs.

She didn't acknowledge it, instead dunking her sponge into the water and suds and rubbing it over his chest. Remington, his hands idle, scooped hot water up Eva’s back and shoulders, and let his fingertips follow the line of her spine.

“We haven’t had a bath together in a while,” he said softly, eyes on her ear where his thumb stroked, as his palm rested against the side of her throat.

“Well,” Eva said, trying to concentrate on cleaning him down, “To be fair we've been a little busy, lately,”

Remington reached forward and pulled Eva up onto his lap, his cock now pressing insistently against her.

“Maybe we'll get to do this more once I take you on tour,” he murmured, and then Eva was avoiding his gaze as she dunked the sponge again and scrubbed down his shoulders. A sweet orange smell was drifting through the steam as she went.

“You know, you won’t have to go to such extreme measures for us to have a bath together,” she said, and then swiped the soapy sponge all the way down his back, "You just need to ask nicely,"

Remington shuddered, moving to bury his face in her neck, "That feels good, babe," he groaned.

Eva bit back a smile and moved the sponge in circles, peering over Remington’s shoulder and carefully scrubbing down his spine and waist. His hands stayed glued to her skin, his forehead was leaning against her chest, and she made sure to get her sponge lower into the curves of his hips around his thighs. She switched hands and did the other side of his back, pretending not to notice Remington's cock twitching beneath her as she scrubbed him down.

He groaned again, and put his teeth in her shoulder. Eva shuddered, dong her best to concentrate and was now squeezing water over him to clear the suds off. Hot water cascaded over his hair and at the sides of his face, the wet patterns shimmering beautifully in the dim bathroom light.

"You feel okay?" she crooned.

"Oh, I'm just perfect," he replied, starting to move her hips with his hands so that she was sliding up and down in his lap while she swirled more hot water over his back and shoulders.

His motion stuttered when she ran the sponge down his chest and over the nipple, and then he had his arms tight around her and then he had his mouth on hers and was leaning forward to kiss her harder.

Eva dropped the sponge and tangled her hands in his hair. She had always loved how he looked with his hair wet and slicked back. Remington kissed her greedily, and she had to admit she was also quite fond of fooling around when they were tipsy. The bottle of wine had been finished a little while ago and was a distant memory for them both, it made everything more fun when they were both handsy-drunk.

Eva drank the taste of wine off Remington's lips and got lost in the tingling sensation where his fingers gripped her. And then he lifted her hips and brought her right down on his cock under the water.

It should be so familiar by now. Nearly ten months together and one might think this wouldn’t surprise Eva anymore. But every time, every single time the pleasure of having Remington inside her was almost too much to bear. Eva cried out and grabbed a hold of his shoulders, hanging on tightly as he started to bounce her in his lap.

“Fuuuck Eva, fuck,” he groaned, as his head fell back against the edge of the tub and his hips tilted up to get deeper inside her. His eyes closed but his hands clutched tighter, and then Eva took a hold of the sides of the tub to get leverage as they quickened their pace, “God, you could kill a guy, fucking like this,”

He sat up suddenly, water sloshing noisily as he closed his mouth over one of her breasts. His hand came up to massage the other, and his free hand squeezed her backside. Eva moaned as his teeth touched her nipple, and changed her motion so that she was grinding into his lap instead of moving up and down. Remington’s tongue flicked over her peaked nipple and it seemed to echo in her clit, over and over until she was clawing at his neck and pushing back her orgasm, trying to stretch the feeling out.

Remington saw it coming, dragged her mouth back to his and then kissed her with her tongue sucked into his mouth as he got his hands back on her hips and slammed into her exactly how he wanted it and not letting her hold anything back. And then she was screaming as she climaxed, head tipped back and sweat and steam and bubbles plastering the stray strands to her face as she came apart in the bathtub. Remington was not far behind, and Eva reveled in the unguarded, unrestrained sounds that he made, too.

When they had stopped moving, collapsing against each other in a heap of . Eventually, Remington yawned and Eva kissed his head before whispering “Let’s go to bed.”

“I’ll just sleep here,” Remington mumbled.

“You can’t sleep in the bathtub,” she giggled.

“Sure I can,” he closed his eyes, affirming his point, “I’m doing it right now,”

She whined when he buried his face in her neck. He smelled of wine and citrusy bath oil, his skin warm and soft to the touch. Her fingers slid up and down his soap-slick torso, reveling in the kisses he was laying across her neck.

"You sure you're so sleepy?" she whimpered, squirming eagerly in his lap.

"I didn't say I wasn't done with you, yet," he replied, his fingers sliding beneath the water and finding place between her legs. Her eyes slipped shut, her body shuddered and twisted, barely able to contain herself as his fingers slid through her lips and played with her clit. Tingles fluttered across her body, every sensation elevated in pair with her first orgasm.

"Rem," she whined, grabbing his hand and still him.

He crooked an eyebrow, "You want me to stop, sweet girl?"

"Nooo," she shook her head, pouting at him, "I want something else,"

"Do you, now?" his voice came down in a gravelly whisper, his coy smirk seemingly mocking her desire, "And would does the lady desire?"

She blushed, her teeth catching her lip between them. It was almost endearing to Remington; she was so bold one minute, then bashful the next. It was so easy to tease her in this mood.

"Come on, Eva," he moaned softly.

She averted her gaze, absentmindedly stroking across his chest and just grazing the side of his nipple. She leaned down to his ear, whispering shyly, "I want you to eat me,"

His cock twitched beneath her thigh. He feigned a groan, letting his head fall back against the tub rim, glaring at her through hooded eyes.

"You mean -- get out of this bath tub, drag myself over to your bed, and fuck you with my tongue?" he spoke as if it was a hassle, though he couldn't keep the shit-eating grin off of his face. Eva nodded slowly, still biting nervously at her lip.

"Well, why didn't you just say so?"

Remington watched her hop out of the bath first, eyes lingering at the length of her towel wrapped body momentarily before he got out as well. He dried himself off quickly, sweeping Eva off of her feet and carrying her over to her bed. They were both grateful the shades had been drawn down in the open hall, should someone outside catch a glimpse of them in their birthday suits.

Eva shrieked when she was tossed onto the bed, scooting up and laughing as Remington crawled on top of her.

"You have to be quiet, Eva!" he scolded playfully, hands coming down to tickle her sides, "What would your neighbour say?"

She squealed, trying to choke back her giggles while she squirmed beneath him. It was no use, she was trapped, naked and vulnerable. He cackled above her, teasing her for her meagre escape attempts.

"I don't give a fuck!" she cried out between breathless gasps and giggles, trying and failing to catch his hands.

Remington relented soon after, and without giving her much time to catch her breath, he kissed her frantically. Eva's hands came up to his hair, twisting and tangling in the damp locks.

A whimper escaped Remington’s mouth and he pulled back, leaving Eva panting underneath him. He stared at her, eyes darkening with irrevocable lust.

"So pretty," his nose brushed against her cheek, then shifting down to mouth at her breast. The other breast he stroked with his hand, twisting her nipple between his fingers. He licked into her mouth, the kiss turning dirty, and he slotted himself between her legs, hips pressing up against hers. She moaned when he began to harden against her; the fingers in his hair tightened and then tugged.

It took a minute for her to register him situating himself between her thighs, his mouth dangerously close to her heat. He placed kisses against her hip bones before eagerly burying his mouth between her folds, moaning as he finally tasted her on his tongue.

Eva's head fell back, her hand finding Remington's hair again to keep him pressed against her. She didn’t have to guide him, he’d spent hours down there, learning all the right ways to make her moan and the quickest ways to make her come. He knew what he was doing, and Eva was almost positive that this was going to be one of those times when he was going to see how fast he could make her come. But clearly Remington had other ideas.

He'd pulled back just when she had a nice rhythm going, and Eva groaned in disappointment. Sometimes she loved it being drawn out, but when she was as eager and needy as she was now, she wasn't in the mood to wait. But Remington was in charge, and given the glimmer in his eyes, he didn't appear to be in a generous mood tonight.

"Remi, please," she whined, pawing at his shoulder to coax him along.

"It's okay, baby. I'll make you feel real good," he promised, dropping more kissed on her thigh, "But I'm gonna' take my time over here,"

He buried himself between her legs again, dragging his tongue slowly up the length of her folds, just barely catching her clit, and it was all she could do not to yank on his hair.

Remington took his time just as he promised, lazily licking at her folds, avoiding her clit all together, and Eva took several deep breaths as she tried to relax, just enjoy in the intimacy. She revelled in how he treated her, softly and gently, she wanted to memorize and write it down so she could keep the feeling while she was away.

It was at some point, perhaps between her constant wriggling and heavy panting that Remington decided to take pity on her. Without warning, his lips closed around her clit, applying suction and it was enough to have Eva's hips bucking against his mouth.

"Fuck -- please, I need more!" she huffed, glancing down at him. He watched her, eyes dark, and fuck, she could never get tired of seeing him down there. She felt herself clench in and out, she needed something to relieve her itch.

Remington granted her respite, sliding a finger inside of her with ease, "You taste so good, Eva," he mumbled sweetly against her skin, and he sped up his tongue whilst he slipped in a second finger. His other hand meanwhile slipped up her torso, rubbing his thumb against her perky nipple.

She yelped, swearing she would’ve come right then and there, but Remington pulled away. He knew all her tells by now, and she loved him for it. Even if she hated him so much right now, his fingers slid out of her and his lips moved to press gentle kisses against her thighs.

He loved quietly, adjusting himself between his own legs as he watched her chest heave. Her head was thrown back, eyes staring up at the ceiling whilst she collected herself. He could fuck her right now, take her hard and fast if he wanted to; lord knew his dick was screaming for it. But he loved teasing her, he wanted to draw this out as long as he could.

After all, he wouldn't get to do this for five days.

Eva settled down, keeping her eyes averted to the ceiling. She didn't want to look at that shit-eating smirk on Remington's face, both in love with and annoyed at how smug he could be. So she kept her focus above, slowing her heavy breath. After all, it wouldn't be long before it would be taken from her again.

And sure enough, not a second later two fingers slid inside of her and lips pressed to her clit. Her back arched, hands flying down to Remington’s head, and she let out a long whine, pleasure shooting throughout her entire body. He thrusted his fingers hard and fast, lips suctioning around her clit, sucking hard enough that she sobbed with pleasure.

“Please, please, please, please, please,” she breathed out, eyes screwing tight and body tensing. It didn’t take Remington long to get her to that edge, but once again, as soon as Eva was close, the pleasure was painfully taken away.

She groaned, frustrated as she threw her hands into the mattress. Tears were on the cusp of springing behind her eyes; she wanted him so badly and she wanted to come now. She was hypocritical, of course she knew because she loved to tease and play just as much.

His warm body pressed against her, soft lips coming down on her cheek, her chin, her jaw, and then up to nibble on her earlobe, "You’re so good, baby, so good. So proud of you. Do you feel okay?"

She nodded slowly, bringing her hand up and brushing his hair from his eyes, "You sure?"

Even with all of this frustration pent up inside of her, despite her need to have him fuck her numb, these check ins were just as important. She never had a partner do this with her before, she always felt safe so safe like this.

"I'm okay," she assured quietly. That was all the permission he needed. A startled gasp left her lips as Remington pinched a nipple between his fingers, and then he slid down and put his fingers and lips on her core once more. She wanted to watch him, watch his shoulders rise and fall, his dark eyes flutter and bliss out, but she didn't. Instead, Eva kept her hands in his hair, hanging on for dear life as Remington worked her back up. He was slower than he was before, but it was still enough, and fuck, her head was spinning.

Remington groaned and his tongue slipped around his fingers, licking up everything that she had to offer. She whined, bucking her hips as she felt her orgasm approach again. His fingers moved at a wild speed, stroking at the spongy walls while his tongue began to beat down and suck on her clit. Eva's back came off the bed, her eyes scrunched tight.

It was all entirely too much. The dirty sounds of wet slurping mixed with the squelching of his dexterous fingers only made Eva hotter as she lost herself to the sensations. Her orgasm was building, her legs shaking and tense as she chased her release. She reached out and grabbed wildly, creasing the damp bedsheets by her side, tangling Remington's hair, “Rem… Remi -- I’m so close…I’m so close…” she whimpered, voice wavering more and more as she was teetering on the edge. 

“Cum for me” he ordered, lips detaching as his fingers pressed hard and deep against that spot inside. His heavy whisper did her in, it pushed her teetering control over the edge as she exploded, her body beyond her control as she rode out the mind shattering orgasm he had so effortlessly afforded her in the end. 

By the time she finally stopped twitching, her body spent and aching in just the right places, Remington’s face popped up from between her legs, rubbing his wrist as he met her eyes with a smirk.

"Good girl," he kissed her temple and rested his hand on her heaving chest. Much to his surprise, she gave a breathless giggle, bringing up her hands to cover her face, "What's so funny?" he grinned.

"I was just remembering how unenthusiastic you were to get out of the bath tub," she joked, "Are you glad you did?"

"Sooo glad; and I was just joking anyway," he smirked, nuzzling her nose against hers, "How are you feeling?"

"Like jelly in the best way," she sighed, "What about you?"

"What about me?" he popped an eyebrow.

She smiled coyly, sitting up on one elbow as she reached down between his legs, "This," she began to stroke him, setting a steady rhythm and squeezing at his tip. Remington's jaw clenched, and he exhaled tightly through his nose. His forehead knocked against hers.

"Can you take another one?" he whispered hoarsely, "I wanna be inside you,"

"Yeah," she linked her hand with his, practically melting under him when he stole a kiss. His demeanour had changed now, he was still out for pure satisfaction but his dominate mood had diminished. He'd become softer, laying her back down and covering her body with his.

Her breath caught in her throat as he eased into her. She was already so wet she took him so easily, squeezing around him, calming her breathing as she adjusted.

Remington praised her for taking him so well, whispering sweetly and biting down on her ear, “Doing so good for me, Eva. You're doing so well,"

Her nails scratched down his back, moaning as he slowly rocked his hips, pushing all the way into her. His breathing grew heavier as Eva wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. 

He kissed her passionately as his high built further and further. She was like velvet around him, every part of her completely soft. She was addicting and sweet, and Remington was enamoured by how perfect Eva was for him. 

"Mhmm, Rem I'm --"

"I know, I'm close too," he grunted, bringing his hand down against her clit, "Let go, Eva, c'mon --"

His warm breath against her skin sent a shiver up her spine, and her back arched up as she came. Her breathing became uneven as her nerves sparkled with electricity. The sight of her coming undone beneath him had Remington spilling over the edge with a deep moan that echoed through the bedroom.

It took Eva a couple moments before she settled back into reality. She turned onto her front, relishing in the cool crisp sheets beneath her scalding body. Remington snuggled up beside her, his limps heavy and his skin slick with sweat. He peppered kisses across Eva's back, relishing in the faint smell of her body lotion and citrusy bath oils.

"Maybe we should hop in the bath again," she suggested, her voice was teetering just barely above a whisper.

Remington smiled, a sleepy lull beginning to overtake him as he shook his head, "If I have to go back to that bath, I will fall asleep and I'm not coming out -- I mean it this time,"

"But you'll be all pruny and cold," she chuckled.

"Then I'll be the sexiest prune you've ever seen," he replied, reaching out and stroking her cheek with his thumb, "Are you okay?"

She shook her head, pouting like a little kid, "I don't want to go tomorrow," she snuggled in closer to him, "I don't want to leave this bed, ever,"

He snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her close and pressing more kisses to her head and cheek. His smile was endearing, faltering on the tail-end of sad, but his touches were gentle, reassuring to her.

"I know, but listen you're gonna' be home before you know it. And if all goes well, you never have to go back if you don't want to," he said.

Eva inhaled sharply, "And if things don't go well?" at this point, it was hard to tell in this situation what was best or worst case scenario.

"Then I catch the next flight out and I'll be there with you. I'm never gonna' leave you alone like that," he promised, "Take that to court,"

She chuckled, "I think the expression is 'take it to the bank', Remington,"

"Ah, who cares? You know what I mean," he grinned bashfully.

"I do," she snuggled into his chest, trying to hide her glossy eyes. The tears brimming from her eyes weren't sad; quite the opposite. Eva had never felt so secure in a relationship before, so safe; all of her vulnerabilities were on display and Remington loved them so tenderly. His respect for her was insurmountable, it meant more to her than any date or material gifts he could shower her with. All she ever wanted was to be loved so completely, and having found it now made her chest ache in the most delicious feeling.

"Hey," he nudged her gently to look at him, his sharp features dimly lit by the lamp still on in the next room. He was truly the most beautiful creature she had ever come across, "You're gonna be okay, Eva,"

Usually she never gave in to vague promises, but she knew him better by now then to question his sincerity. She linked their hands together, bringing them to sit just over her heart.

"We will be," she echoed happily.

Remington's heart swelled in his chest; five days felt long but he knew it wouldn't be long before he had Eva back here again. He kissed her softly, tender sentiment and sweet nothings echoed with just the one.

"I love you so much," his voice was barely above a whisper.

"I love you, too," they settled back into bed, sleepy, tipsy, enraptured in the other's presence as sleep began to take over. Morning would be here before they knew it, so they kept each other close, willing sleep to last all night and forever...

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So they say there is no limit to the collab fic, buuuut I feel like my fingers have been shambled by the one and only Trafalgar Law and I can’t stop em. It might be a bit much, but it’s been so long since i have written anything and i am loving every min of It. I do hope whoever wants to read It will enjoy It as much as I have been loving to write It… I do hope to get It to you guys soon. Thank you @lawscorazon for finally giving me the spark to write 💖

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