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•Levi Being With a Curvy S/O•

If you ever want to make this stoic, reserved man short circuit then show off your curves.

If you ever want to bring humanity's strongest soldier to his knees then reveal your body to him.

This is a man who is made of steel with ripped, corded muscles and not an ounce of spare fat on him.

Levi Ackerman will welcome the differences between you and him. How he is chiseled and hard, and you are soft and curvaceous.

He thinks you are a goddess and though he is withdrawn with affection in public, he will show you just how heavenly he finds you when in private.

Shut the hell up if you ever think you're too heavy for him. Levi will personally show you why he is the strongest soldier in the survey corps.

If you ever hover over his face when he's eating you out, worried you'll smother him, he will get downright pissed.

He will use his considerable strength to force you down onto his face, wrapping his toned, buff arms around the soft plush of your thighs like a boa constrictor, and good luck breaking free.

You'll be sitting on his face for a long, long time. Cumming again and again as he punishes you for ever thinking you're too heavy for him.

He'll keep you pressed against his mouth until his chin is weeping juices from your pussy and until you're crying from overstimulation.

If you can't reach something on a top shelf, Levi will effortlessly lift you up so you can grab what you need because he likes helping you, but also so he can grope your plush belly and the meat of your hips.

Your body absolutely mesmerizes him and there are times where just the thought of it in the Captain's mind is a distraction.

Levi could be behind his desk, knee deep in paperwork and just the arrant memory of last week, when you wore a short sundress because it was hot out, makes him forget about everything else but you.

Or even the memory of last night, when you rode him so well, your tits bouncing up and down in front of him, his hands groping the flesh of your thighs so hard there were bruises on your skin come morning--

And suddenly he realizes that the paperwork stack has only gotten bigger and he has zoned out for however long, and that now he has a problem in his pants. A big problem.

If it's Post-War Levi we're talking about, he will "accidentally" drop things with his bad hand just to watch you pick it back up for him. To see the lovely curve of your ass arcing in the air on display for him.

Even after the War and with his bad leg, he'll be damned if that stops him from pulling you into his lap when you two make out.

You belong on his lap after all, no matter his injury, no matter his size.

It's the perfect spot for you, his hands kneading your ass like dough, your lips swollen from his kiss.

He'll slap your ass and call you a good girl and bite your bottom lip, making it even more swollen.

If you ever feel insecure about yourself, Levi will shove you in front of a mirror and call you a brat.

He'll make love to you right then and there, and show you just how gorgeous he finds you, your reflection a moaning and sweat-kissed mess as he enters you from behind.

He'll wrap a hand around your throat so you can't look away from yourself and whisper how beautiful he finds you against your skin.

Levi has never been the best with words, but you will always feel loved and like you're the most stunning woman on the planet to him.

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•Being in a Relationship with Levi•

People are terrified of you.

Just because of the simple fact that you're Levi Ackerman's partner, so his scariness has by association, traveled to you as well.

You're treated with respect, everyone listens to you and goes out of their way to help you because if word got back to Levi that you had been mistreated, well...

Let's just say that it never ends well for the person who has dared to disrespect you.

He is the most thoughtful partner ever. Acts of service is his love language. He will remember everything about you.

How you like your drink of choice, your favorite flower, your favorite foods, if you're cold he will wrap his emerald cloak around you.

Your favorite flowers will show up on your bedside table with a note whenever he is away for a long time, your favorite drink, like tea or coffee, will show up on your office desk whenever you're swamped with work.

He'll memorize your fears, your dreams, your likes and dislikes.

Levi pined after you for so long before ever daring to start anything with you it's not even funny.

He's lost so many people and the thought of losing you, too, made him feel so weak and he hated feeling that way.

But then eventually he realized that he loved you whether you knew it or not, and you had made a home for yourself deep in his heart, all without trying to, so he just decided to tell you how he felt.

And since then he has had so many nightmares of you dying.

He wakes up, from what little sleep he manages to get and immediately searches for you.

The sight of you sleeping soundly, soft and warm, at his side comforts him in ways you cannot even imagine.

You don't know obviously, because you're asleep, but he will pull you close and whisper how much he loves you, grateful you're not conscious to hear the crack in his voice.

Levi may not be able to reach things on the top shelf for you, but he will personally lift you up in his arms so you'll be able to reach it yourself. Showing off just how effortlessly strong he is.

Calls you "love" in private or whispers it in your ear whenever others cannot overhear him.

Whenever you suggestively call him "Captain" he will have you bent over his desk in 10 seconds flat.

You two have had sex in his office more times than you can count.

Lowkey calls you his "wife" before you're even officially married.

Especially if you're being hit on by another man.

Levi will sidle up to your side, glare ice cold daggers at the scum, wrap an arm around the small of your waist and say to them, "Are you bothering my wife?"

They'll take one look at humanity's strongest soldier, how if looks could kill they'd be six feet under already and scamper away like a frightened mouse.

Matter of fact, Levi already bought your wedding ring a long time ago and he keeps it in his uniforms pocket always.

So whenever Levi goes out on missions, and fights titans beyond the walls, he can feel the weight of that ring and know that he has someone to return home to.

He will propose to you once the battle has been won, when the War is finally over, but until that day he will keep that ring as a reminder.

A promise to you, and you don't even know it yet.

Incredibly protective, but not in a controlling way. He knows you can handle yourself but also, you're the love of his life, so he is always ready to defend you.

There isn't anything Levi wouldn't do for you and he would protect you with his life.

He figures, you are his heart, so he will do everything he can to make sure you're both safe and alive.

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•Just A Little Mark•

Ellie dragged her pocket knife down your navel to your thigh, barely applying any pressure to the blades tip. Just enough for your breath to hitch and to make you jolt in surprise.

She patted your bare hip in a chiding way, clicking her tongue at you.

"Stay still, babygirl. You don't want me to actually leave a mark, now do you?"

There was a glint of challenge in her green eyes, silently asking you to meet it. You had already soaked through the fabric of your panties and the hand that wasn't holding onto her trusty knife was prodding at your folds between the thin, wet layer. Brushing against your clothed clit with her thumb. The teasing motion leaving you breathless, whimpering in anticipation.

"Mark me." You begged, for anything, to feel something more than her subtle touches which left you feeling needy and desperate.

Ellie laughed, low and almost sadistic. Taking in the tears slowly forming in your eyes, her fingertips now damp from your juices.

Without warning, she pressed the tip of her blade into the tender flesh of your inner thigh, eliciting a sudden gasp from you.

"Shh, be a good girl now, yeah?" She rasped out, just shy of mean. But, you had asked her to do it after all.

A ribbon of blood trickled down your skin, but she wasn't done. She dragged the knife vertically down and then horizontally across. Writing something along your bleeding skin. A brand.

You bit at your bottom lip so hard you could taste the coppery tang of blood and to ease your suffering, Ellie pulled your panties aside.

Her fingers delved into your weeping pussy, lean digits running up and down to gather some of your slick before slipping them into your hole with ease.

"You're doing a good job, baby." Another cut and you winced.

"Remember, you begged for this." Another drag of her blade, another finger diving into your welcoming opening.

You groaned, the pleasure she gave you far outweighing the pain. Through blurry eyes you couldn't even see what she was doing, so lost in the need to cum. Your pussy contracting around her probing fingers scissoring into you, her thumb never having stopped drawing circles along your clit.

You screamed in bliss, cumming on her fingers, your belly tightening, your blood seeping down your leg.

When you came to from your orgasm, you saw a small "E" carved into your inner thigh. So small and yet it had hurt so much.

"Just a little mark." Ellie said with a smirk, voice low and possessive as she captured your lips with her own.

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• Feel Me •

Abby having a thing for making you feel her long after you fucked. Impressions of you two having sex burned into your limbs, your muscles, your skin. How she manhandled you into so many positions and stretched your body to the max. The intoxicating stretch of her strap working it's way into your pussy or her fingers stretching your hole out.

The next day you'll limp from your shared bed and she'll be all smiles.

"Need help, babygirl?" She'll pick you up in her big, strong arms, the ones that had previously forced you onto the mattress and maneuvered your body however she wished.

When out on patrol, you'll have trouble mounting your horse, the action of having to widen your legs in order to get on the saddle making your inner thighs burn. She'll be at your side in an instant, her smirk as cocky as it gets.

"You a little sore, hon?" She'll hoist you onto the horse and get a kick out of the way you bite your lip as you two ride. The bouncing up and down searing against your pussy, your jeans dragging along your clit.

"It's too much." Is her favorite phrase, when she's fingering you.

"A-Abby, it feels so big." Is her second favorite, when she's drilling you into the bed with her strap.

"Oh, yeah? You want me to stop, baby?" Always you shake your head, despite the pretty tears that leak from your eyes.

"Good job, babygirl. You did so good for me." She'll praise after she fucked you into oblivion.

"Lemme massage your muscles, hmm?" She'll put her big, calloused hands to work, kneading your sore muscles, knowing she was the reason for it.

You'll gasp when her fingertips massage your inner thighs and Abby will smirk against the nape of your neck. She'll just have to slip a finger between your still damp, swollen folds.

"You feel me, babygirl?" She'll rasp out, a whisper against your skin. "Yeah, you'll feel me for days."

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°•NSFW Abby Headcanons•°

Abby likes when you yank on her braid. Either to pull her down to your height for a kiss or when she's eating you out, how you tug on her hair as if it were a horses reins, guiding her to exactly where you need her.

Size kink. This woman gets off on the fact that she's so much bigger than you. How, if she wanted to have her way with you, there's absolutely nothing you could do to fight her off.

Her whole body was practically made to dominate you and make you suffer (in a good way.) From her big, calloused hands, to her meaty thighs, her thick, buff arms and substantial height.

Just the thought of her being able to easily maneuver your body and use you in anyway she pleases gets her so, so wet.

How she could deny you your own pleasure and you couldn't fight her off... but, she's much too giving to deny you for too long. Unless you're being a brat of course.

Not into choking per say, however... Abby's hands just look so nice around your pretty, little neck. She'll place her palm around your throat to guide you to where she wants and so your eyes stay on hers, but never will she squeeze. She doesn't want to accidentally hurt you.

Loves to stretch you out with her thick fingers. The sight of her fingers disappearing in your tight hole does something feral to her and with every digit she adds, she can't help but growl.

Heavily into marking and by that I mean, you marking her. There's just something about how when she's pounding into you with her strap, the way you claw into her back...

Your nails dragging angry, red lines down her shoulder muscles and the curve of her spine to find purchase as you scream her name.

She'll admire those scratches in the mirror the morning after endlessly. Smirking at the memories of you two that flash in her mind.

Obsessed with how soft you are compared to her. Your breasts and ass, the malleable flesh she can grab on your tummy and your squeezable hips. There are times where she will be walking by you and just have to slap your ass just to see it jiggle nicely for her.

Sit on her face. It's one of Abby's favorite things and don't pull that hovering bullshit.

She will force you down onto her mouth and nose with her herculean arms and keep you there even if you protest.

Her nose bumping against your clit, her tongue expertly moving in between your folds, her hands leaving imprints upon your thighs from how hard she's forcing you to stay still on top of her.

The type to say the most sugar sweet praises while she's absolutely pounding you into the mattress.

"I love you, you know that? You're so good, so good for me, hon. Taking me so well."

Your cheek pressed against the sheets, her big arms caging around you, thick fingers kneading bruises into your hips. A handprint on your ass.

"Love you, baby. You're the best. All pretty for me, huh? So beautiful when I'm fucking you."

If she could get you pregnant, she would 100%. There's just something primal that clicks in her head when she's using her strap on you. She wishes it were a real cock and she could really fill you up.

Abby's thought about you two having kids more than she'd like to admit.

The type to have the softest aftercare ever, all traces or her dominance stripped bare.

Abby may have used you until you thought you'd pass out, never relenting despite how much you begged for a break, given you so many orgasms you thought you couldn't breathe and you saw stars in your tired, teary eyes...

But, as quick as the snap of a finger, she turns into sweet, caring Abby once more.

She'll wash you clean, smirking at how you whimper from being still so sensitive and run the calloused pads of her fingers along the bruises she left from manhandling you.

You won't be leaving her arms anytime soon. She'll engulf you in her warmth, kissing the love bites she left on your neck and whispering how much she loves you.

"My pretty girl, always so perfect. Rest up, yeah?"

She'll say in a low rasp, lips against your skin and your body encompassed by hers.

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°•Astarion When You're Injured•°

On the one hand, oh no, his beloved is hurt.

On the other, gods is he turned on.

Now if you were actually at deaths door, that would be different.

Astarion would be a nervous, furious, tear stained wreck. Worrying that he'd lose the single most important thing in his cursed existence.

The one thing that truly matters in his life. You.

But, if you're injured from just the run of the mill scrapes you get yourself into? Well that's fair game for him to be horny as all hell.

The way you wince when you roll up your shirt, a stab wound gouged into your abdomen.

How the blood trickles down to your breeches and stains your flesh, the crimson glinting in the slant of moonlight coming in from your partially open tent...

He'll feel his pants grow tight.

"Darling, I know you're injured and probably aren't in the mood but I must say you look positively scrumptious right now."

Astarion will watch you like a hawk as you stumble about your tent, looking for alcohol, bandages, a needle and thread.

The way you bite your lip to stifle yet another whimper, the sweet scent of your blood in the air. He licks his lips.

Oh, he could just eat you right up.

"Kitten, you've got to stop whimpering and groaning unless you want me to ravage you this instant."

When Astarion sees you go to clean yourself up though, he'll be absolutely affronted.

"Ah, ah. Don't you dare grab that rag, my dear. Have you forgotten about little old me? I could clean the blood off of you far better."

He'll say, sinking down to his knees before you. Have no fear though, the vampire will lick your wound til not a single leaking drop of your blood is left.

"This really gets you going?"

You'll ask, bracing your hands upon his shoulders for balance, your skin tingling from his attentive mouth. He's so skilled that you've nearly forgotten about the pain. Nearly.

"Well, my sweet, I could do without the you getting stabbed part but how can I resist when you're dripping red in front of me? You don't know the effect you have on me."

Astarion won't be selfish enough to ask you to take care of the little, well big, problem in his pants however.

He loves you dearly and he is here to help, in anyway he can.

You are injured and he understands that what you need from him isn't unbridled passion but sincere affection.

He will offer to stitch you up himself, seeing as your wound is in an awkward position and you can't really see it unless you're in front of a mirror.

The pale elf will tell you to lie down while he practically straddles you to get closer to the afflicted area.

Crimson eyes twinkling, fangs pearly and white as he smiles but he'll be gentle.

Threading through your raw skin carefully and giving your thigh a few affirming squeezes with his other hand when you gasp.

"See, pet? Aren't I just the best lover you've ever had? Flesh isn't so different from fabric and my stitches are perfect, wouldn't you say?"

Afterwards he'll wrap your stomach in bandages and get you anything you need.

Medicine to make you feel better and of course, all the recuperation time you need.

So much so that if the others in your camp need you that he will shove them out of your tent and order them to leave you be.

You'll not be leaving your bed for awhile that's for sure. Not while he's here to act as your nurse.

When you ask him to lay in bed with you, Astarion will give you one of his rare, tender smiles. Genuine with no mischief.

The fact that you need him and want him near is still a marvel to him.

It warms his ice cold spawn heart.

Makes him feel things he hasn't felt in 200 years.

"Oh, alright. My body is yours, in more ways than one."

Astarion will joke, flirtatious smirk slotting back into place along his mouth but he'll slip into bed without a fuss.

Your head resting on his chest, him mindful of your wrapped up abdomen.

Once you've had your medicine, rejuvenating sleep will call to you but before that you whisper how much you love him. Your words quiet in the night, against his ruffled shirt.

He'll hear you all the same and it disarms him.

"I love you too, sweetheart. You have to learn to be more thoughtful of yourself. Can't have you dying on me, now can I?"

Astarion's voice velvet, his fingers tracing abstract patterns along your back.

In his comforting embrace your eyelids droop, the pain a distant throb that you wish to have pass. His cold chest soothing against your flushed, exhausted cheek.

He'll pull you even closer, if that's possible and kiss the crown of your head.

"Sleep now, darling. I'll be here with you. Always."

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°•Soft Moments with Mizu•°

Contrary to what others would claim, Mizu does have a soft side.

A side she's had to shove down into the deepest parts of herself because everytime she's let it be free, it's been a mistake.

She showed that side to Mikio and he betrayed her. Called her a monster.

But, she can be soft, gentle and playful to those she trusts, especially to you.

So much so that you'll never understand why people call her a demon in the first place.

The part within Mizu that was revealed to you was that of a woman in love. Who laughed and teased you in between kisses and smiles at you as if you were the very sun.

She quite literally and figuratively, let's her hair down with you.

Speaking of, she loves it when you comb through her hair.

After a long day of needing to fake it, she absolutely relishes being able to let her hair loose from its up-do and the feel of your hands in her hair.

Your fingers gently coaxing knots free from her silky black strands and the way you massage her skull, too. She can't help but let out a moan sometimes, despite being embarrassed about it but you love the sound.

Mizu will help you apply your makeup if you wish her to. She's not partial to wearing any herself, regardless of needing to pretend to be a man or not but she enjoys doing such an intimate routine with you.

Bonus points because she also gets to cradle your face in her hands, her fingers tracing the outline of your bottom lip just to see you blush so hard even the white can't conceal it.

On more than one occasion she purposely messes up your lip stain by pressing her mouth against yours. Her own lips smeared with your red pigment a sight to behold.

Whenever you're cold her navy cloak is yours, even if she's freezing herself.

Whenever you two spar together, though she may never let you win, she will steal so many kisses.

She'll pin you down over and over again just to kiss you and feel your body beneath hers. Her unable to stop herself from pushing her knee in between your legs.

By the time you're finished sparring you're too turned on to even care about how badly you lost to her.

When you two travel from town to town Mizu loves nothing more than being able to call you her "wife."

She'll say it's easier. Easier to get a room at an inn and better for you since then you don't receive unwanted attention from men because you're a "married woman."

But, really it's just because she adores calling you her spouse outloud. She'll call you her wife all day long.

Whatever you're eating, she will give you the bigger portion. The best piece. She'll take stuff she knows is your favorite off her own plate to give to you.

In the quiet of the night with you in her arms, Mizu will whisper sweet nothings in your ear and pull you close.

The harsh rasp of her voice replaced by her lighter tone instead, pretenses all gone.

She will tell you she loves you quietly, whispered in your ear or the very words traced along your bare skin with her fingertips.

Telling you how glad she is she found you when really you feel like the grateful one.

To others Mizu may be a demon, an Onryo but to you she's your beloved.

A woman who has shown you her vulnerabilities and who trusts you completely.

She would protect you to the ends of the earth and she cherishes you with all her pieced together heart.

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°•Mizu Being Jealous•°

Mizu isn't naturally a possessive person by any means. She knows the shit women have to go through, being controlled by others and the world.

So, she'd never be dominating towards you or think she has any say in what you do.

That being said, while she trusts you wholeheartedly... she doesn't trust other people. Particularly other men.

Men who view you as just a pretty face. A prize they'd want nothing more than to steal away from her.

Now that just won't do.

See, if it's an easy matter such as someone touching you or groping you without your consent, say no more.

Their fingers? Gone. Their arms? Sliced clean from their body.

If some sleazy flesh trader sets their eyes on you and begins chatting you up, their hand sneaking to places on your body only meant for her touch alone, well...

They're dead. Plain as that. She'll waste no time in tearing them to shreds with her sword, their viscera painting the walls.

And, with blood stained hands she'll cradle your face, her cold demon exterior vanished.

She'll look at you like you're her whole world, which you are. She will protect you to the ends of the earth.

When it's a lascivious man vying for your attention, Mizu doesn't get jealous. She gets protective.

But, when it's not? Well that's another story.

Sometimes it's a girl at a brothel and she takes a liking to you.

The girl will be sweet where most men aren't. She'll smile at you and gingerly slip her kimono off her shoulder.

The sex worker will talk with you, with the hope of something more. Her eyes shining and all the while you seem to be enjoying yourself.

That sets Mizu on edge. Leaves her feeling twisted inside.

Because you should be with someone else.

Someone not hellbent on revenge. An impure demon with a vengeful, angry soul.

The girl would be a better match maybe or someone like her.

Perhaps not a sex worker but someone who can take care of you better than the blue eyed Samurai. Give you a normal life in ways she cannot, at least not until her revenge is complete.

Mizu won't rescue you from the girl because you're smiling and content. Instead she will let you be, never mind the hollow ache in her chest when she sees you start to laugh.

You were just chatting with the sex worker, conversing on friendly terms, regardless of the girls intentions. But, how could your beloved Samurai know that from a distance?

Like an internal echo in your body, you'll feel Mizu's absence immediately and you'll go out into the snow capped village to find her.

She'll be alone beside a natural hot springs, sapphire eyes sad behind her orange lenses.

You'll curl up at her side as if she were your shelter, your blanket.

You'll know right away how she feels. Having learned how to read her slight expressions like the back of your hand.

Mizu is jealous but more than that. She's feeling like she's not good enough for you.

A ridiculous thought really. She couldn't be more wrong.

You'll reach out to take off her glasses and thread your fingers through her hair, undoing her up-do.

"I love you, Mizu. Only you. It will only ever be you who holds my heart."

Her gaze softens from your tender touch. She'll take your hands in hers and kiss every knuckle.

Her mouth, warm against your skin, travelling up your arm until her tongue reaches the moonlit column of your throat and she plants a wet kiss along your necks pulse.

Mizu doesn't deserve you, she thinks. Still, with you in her arms, open to her, your pupils blown wide with sudden lust... who is she to disagree with your choice?

Perhaps the gods gave you to her. A gift for her cursed existence.

"Say it again." She'll whisper against your flesh, hot to the touch despite the winter. Hot from her.

Her fingers deftly untying your kimono, her hands grabbing at your hips as she pulls into her lap.

Her calloused digits digging into your thighs to spread them for her, your chest pressed against hers...

Her fingers tracing your hipbones, making you shudder...

You gasp when they ghost over your navel and down... and further.

To in between your legs. The spot that craves her and is glistening like the hot springs rippling surface beneath the moon.

"I love you, Mizu." You'll moan.

She can't get enough of the sounds you make. Just for her.

"I belong to you." You'll whimper.

Ah, like music to her ears.

Despite Mizu's feeling of jealousy and her worry of being an undeserving partner, she believes you above all else.

You chose her, a miracle really, so she'll do anything to make you happy.

"You're only mine, huh?" She'll rasp, seeking reassurance, between kisses and gentle bites along your skin.

"Y-Yes. Only yours." You'll pant, her expert fingers bringing you to the edge.

Mizu smirks and holds you even closer. She could tease you longer, draw it out like usual but she wants to be good for you. Give you what you need.

In a moment of softness she brushes her lips against your collarbones...

"I love you. You are my life." She'll say to you before making you come.

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°•Teasing Mizu•°

Mizu will have the patience of a saint most days. An ingrained sense of being calm and collected made from her years of training.

Often, you won't even notice if your teasing has any effect on the composed Samurai.

But, for all her patience, it just makes you want to try harder.

And, when she snaps, which she inevitably will, get ready to be punished.

See, when you agreed to go on her path of revenge with her you didn't realize how little opportunity you'd get to be intimate.

You two are either roughing it in the woods, in which case she'll tell you to get some sleep while she stays up to guard your campsite.

Or, you two are simply too exhausted after miles and miles of travel to even consider anything other than falling into each others arms and getting some much needed shut eye.

Plus, because it's imperative that her gender remain hidden, it's not as though you can pull her into a discreet alley in a town and have your way with her. What if someone sees?

And, joining her when she does bathe either in the sea or any natural hot springs you two may come across? Forget about it. That's when you take watch and make sure no one sees her body as she cleans up.

Which makes the few times you two actually get a room at an inn all the more tantalizing to you.

What better way to utilize this rare chance than to make your beloved suffer?

You'll start off slowly in the morning, going down to get breakfast for her and when you return to your shared room you'll let your kimono fall off your shoulders.

The sunlight pooling into your exposed collarbones, your coy approach not fooling Mizu one bit.

You'll show a bit of leg, too, as you offer to bind her chest for her.

Just so your hands can linger on the lithe muscles of her torso. Your fingers tracing her biceps and the hard ridges of her abdomen.

All the while whispering sweet nothings in her ear, your breath fanning against the nape of her neck as you bring up memories of past intimate moments between you two, by means of conversation. And to rile her up.

"Remember when you used that toy on me you got from Madame Kaji's brothel? That was fun. Remember that one time I was stitching you up? You were so pent up from the fight that you used your sash to keep my hands tied while you had your way with me? Blood stains be damned."

Mizu knows what you're up to immediately, can read the mischief in your eyes like the back of her hand. Why else would you bring those steamy memories up?

As the day goes on and your touches continue, your soft body pressing against hers more and more and the way you keep on wetting your plump lips with your spit...

When walking around town, your hand so casually snakes around her waist, her navy cloak an easy cover with others none the wiser as to where exactly your hands are traveling.

Your fingers slip under her clothes for just a little skin on skin contact, you leaning against her as you walk, the squish of your chest pressed against her arm...

Mizu is too damn stubborn to submit, despite the dampness starting to form in her white undercloth.

The townsfolk who pass you two by scurry away from the daggers she's glaring at everyone from behind her orange glasses, all assuming she was furious but no, she was just horny and tired of your shit.

You'd all but given up on your teasing, as day unfurls into evening but when you two make it back to your room at the inn get ready for a whiplash.

As soon as the door is latched shut, Mizu will waste no time in shoving you up against it.

Her strength, raw and powerful, coiled like a snake about to strike.

You'll have the nerve to smirk victoriously until she slaps it clean off with her mouth as she snags your bottom lip between her teeth.

Her swordsman hands, made calloused from forging, quick to lift you up in her arms, your kimono rising to your upper thighs before she pins you down to the bed.

"You fucking brat. Is this what you wanted?" She'll rasp out, pushing her knee in between your legs to spread them nicely for her.

There'll be no mercy for your poor body. Not when her blue eyes are staring down at you with ravenous hunger, every inch of your flesh a meal she can't wait to devour.

Your previous smug triumph is wiped clean fast, she has you a begging mess beneath her in no time at all.

The Samurai likes you that way, especially after you've been such a tease. Whimpering, messy and dripping, cheeks red and practically tearing up...

So overstimulated you can't even form coherent sentences, only whining out "Mizu, Mizu, Mizu" as you plead for her to let you come.

She loves her name in your desperate mouth and just shy of mean, she'll force you to say it dozens of times before she let's you have your release.

Come morning though, Mizu will be all soft and kiss every lovebite she left on your skin, from your neck to your inner thighs.

She'll massage your sore flesh and say how much she loves you, her voice a gentle rasp against your skin.

In truth she doesn't mind your bratty moments since she can then fuck the brat out of you.

And, of course you'll never learn your lesson. Not when the reward is Mizu.

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°•Taking Care of Injured Mizu•°

It's not that Mizu is an unruly patient but rather, it's just that she's had to go it alone for so long.

So, to have someone care for her and nurse her back to health, hell, to have someone actually care whether she lives or dies, is such a foreign concept to her that she might never get used to it.

Of course she'll drink the medicine you brew for her, though she'll scrunch up her nose cutely at its bitter taste and of course she'll let you stitch her up.

If only because it's far more practical to have someone else sew up gaping wounds than when she does it herself. Your stitches are far neater than hers.

And, though Mizu will never in a million years admit it outloud, you stitching her up turns her on. Just a bit. Okay, a lot.

Your tender hold on her shoulder or hipbone to keep her steady, your look of careful concentration as you pull the thread through, say, a stab wound on her abdomen...

Sometimes you even gnaw on your bottom lip and furrow your brows as you practically straddle her to get as close as possible.

She'll find herself sucking in a breath and not from the pain. She'll find herself blushing a bit if you say the words "hold still," when she winces away.

If you'd let Mizu, she'd gladly pin you down to the ground and have her way with you. The fact that she's covered in blood be damned.

But, she knows better. You'd protest. You'd say she's too hurt for sex and though she'd vehemently disagree with you, she begrudingly accepts just being quietly turned on with you nonethewiser.

Good luck getting the stubborn Samurai to stay in bed though. She's unaware of the concept of bedrest.

She's always had to push through her pain and suffer in silence. Always moving forward, fighting through the ruined landscape of her body, battle after battle.

To have you gently push her back down onto the bed and force her to sleep, is odd.

It tingles a part of her heart as she's not used to being nursed back to health by someone who loves her.

It makes her feel all warm inside when you run a damp cloth over her forehead to cool her fever or when you knead out the knots in her tense back with your hands.

Being taken care of... it almost brings a tear to Mizu's eye when she sees you act as her protector for a change.

Staying awake at her bedside, keeping watch for would be enemies, attending to her and fetching anything you think might make her more comfortable.

She will get right back to training before she probably should, you've learned to accept it, albeit unwillingly.

You'll just be ready with your needle and thread for the inevitability that she opens her stitches back up doing something strenuous.

Often what gets Mizu to stay in bed longer is if you promise cuddles.

To her, there is no better remedy than you being in her arms. No better medicine.

Just the feel of you safe and sound in her embrace, your face pressed against her chest, a stray lock of your hair tickling the nape of her neck, the slow rise and fall of your body as you breathe...

There is no better balm and Mizu feels more grateful to you than you'll ever know.

Your love heals her beyond the limits of her body. You've healed her heart.

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°•Mizu Being Protective of You•°

Oh, this woman is fiercely protective of you. But, never in a possessive way.

Rather, Mizu acts as your silent guard. A second shadow to your form.

Her watchful, keen gaze always on high alert for any who dare seek to harm you, but it's so subtle that just like your shadow, you don't even notice her doing it.

Apart of her feels guilty for dragging you into her mess because she just so happened to fall in love with you.

She was on a path of revenge, she wasn't meant to find you. To be unable to live without you.

And, in some wild twist of fate, you somehow fell in love with her, too.

So, Mizu made a vow to herself, to shield you from danger with her very life. To keep you safe, even if she gets bloodied and hurt in the process.

She could not bring herself to force you to stay away from her and so, while you're on this revengeful path alongside her, she will keep you unharmed. No matter what.

As you two travel throughout towns and villages, the blue eyed samurai will notice the lecherous men who smirk at you as if you're just a piece of meat.

You recieve unwanted attention wherever you go, and often you and her have pretended to be a married couple just so she could have some "claim" over you in the eyes of the public.

Honestly, Mizu loves it. She would never use that word for it outloud, claim, but she loves when people, when men, realize that you're hers. Only hers.

If someone dares lay a hand on you, their hand is going to be severed from their body, plain and simple.

If someone looks at you the wrong way for too long, she'll want to gouge their eyes out. Only being interrupted from doing so if you tell her to stop.

When you're roughing it in the woods, she'll provide every small luxury she can for you. Just to make you as comfortable as she can.

Mizu will wrap you in her navy cloak to act as a blanket, and ensure a fire is always going, even if instincts tell her that smoke might alert attackers. Just to keep you warm.

As you lay in her arms she will pull you close, as close as possible. To feel the softness of your skin, and breathe in your familiar scent.

She needs to know that you're always beside her, in her embrace. Safe and sound.

Mizu cherishes you too much to allow anything to happen to you, and if that means she acts as your human shield, then it is a job she welcomes.

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°•Mizu Being Touch Starved•°

Before you, Mizu never really thought that touch could be gentle.

That touch could be more than just something which inevitably leads to the spill of blood and the ache of pain.

Besides her brief period with Mikio, she never allowed for her walls to fall away.

For someone else to see her without her armor, naked. Both figuratively and literally.

But once she met you and got close to you, Mizu found herself craving for things that hadn't even crossed her mind before.

Cravings which for her whole life she had shoved down deep within herself in favor of her path of revenge.

When you stitch up a wound of hers or clean off her blood stained flesh, she'll lean into your caretaking ministrations.

It's jarring for the Samurai honestly, to be beaten and pooling blood from stab wounds and yet the only thing going through her head is how much she'd like to pin you to the ground, bleeding be damned.

In fact, she loves tackling you. Pinning you so you're trapped underneath her is her favorite position.

Which is why she's come to love your sparring sessions more than she'd care to admit.

She even purposely let's you straddle her despite the fact that she could easily overtake you on some occasions.

Just to feel the warmth of your breath fanning against her skin, your chest touching hers, your inner thighs touching her abdomen, your ass grinding against a spot of hers which just became wet.

Mizu loves when you help her with her bindings, too.

But it may take a moment for her to ease into it and she may be taken aback when you first suggested it. Eventually though, she'll melt under your careful touch.

The way you unbind the tight white bandages around her torso and massage her sore chest.

It doesn't even have to lead to something sexual, mostly you just want to help her feel better.

However, if you jokingly call her breasts "peaches" just like Ringo once did, you'll elicit a rare bark of laughter from her.

The few and far between times when you two get an inn for the night are moments she enjoys the most.

Where behind closed doors, Mizu doesn't have to pretend at all.

She can let her hair down and just dress in her underclothes with you. You finding the nook in her neck and snuggling close to her.

Or you two bathing together and her not being able to stop herself from trailing her fingers to your inner thighs to find the sweet spot which makes you gasp; your back pressed against her chest in the small tub.

In the mornings at the inn, she'll even get a late start to the day.

Far more enjoying the prospect of nuzzling close to you, breathing in your familiar scent. Her voice softer than the deep rasp she uses when in public.

When you're traveling amongst the countryside she'll hold your hand, just to make sure you don't trip. To reassure herself that you're still walking beside her.

When you're wandering through another strange town she'll keep her hand on the small of your back, to make sure you're never far from her.

Your love and your body awoke something in Mizu she thought long dead.

Your caress is her home and still her heart races beneath your touch.

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°•Being in a Relationship with Mizu•°

Mizu first met you on her travels and just like with Ringo, there was something about you that made her katana sharp edges soften.

How from day one you never viewed her as an evil Onryo, someone impure who should've died from infanticide long ago.

Through every trial she laid out before you, testing to see how you'd react, you were nothing but understanding.

First when she showed you her eyes you didn't so much as flinch. You smiled at her, warm as ever.

And then when she revealed herself to be a woman you embraced her with open arms.

As Mizu, you and Ringo went on, she found herself looking to you, thinking of you, your presence a balm to her battered soul.

Over time you eroded her walls as sea does to a cliffside.

Surprisingly, the swordswoman was the first to confess her feelings for you.

She told you she loved you when you two were sparring.

When she was teaching you how to fight, you had gotten the upper hand on her and as soon as you pinned her to the ground, laughing and with sweat dotting your brow, you just looked so beautiful that she just blurted out "I love you."

And as soon as she said those words to you she treated it like a sacred vow, more sacred than even her vengeance on those four men who wronged her.

Mizu existed to see her revenge completed but she breathed for you.

When the Samurai came back bloodied, you'd stitch up her wounds and mend her clothes.

When she'd take a swim with you after a tiring day of fighting, you'd personally undo her bindings and massage her sore chest.

Every small act of kindness you did for her out of love rendered her undone, her heart unspooling before you, opening up more and more.

And for every kind thing you did for her she repaid it tenfold.

Mizu would burn down all of Japan and the world for you. She would kill anyone who dare lay a hand on you.

And even with her rough hands, she treated you like delicate porcelain. Almost with reverence.

She never thought a monster like her could be fortunate enough to be with someone like you.

You became her home and as long as you were by her side she knew that when her job was done, that life awaited her.

You remind Mizu of what she needs to come back to, no matter what.

Your love is why she wants to continue to live.

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°•Astarion Drinking Your Blood•°

Oh, Astarion never tires of your taste.

Whether it's his first time drinking from you or the hundredth.

You were his first human after all.

But even if he hadn't of lived centuries slaking his thirst with that of vermin...

Forcing their rotten, diseased blood down his hungry maw in sheer desperation...

The Vampire would still find your blood to be like ambrosia from the gods.

The sweetest thing to grace his tongue and warm his belly.

Sometimes it's hard to stop, if Astarion is being honest with himself.

But he loves you too, too much to put you in any mortal peril.

Though after a feeding you may feel dizzy and need to recuperate the next day.

It's just, after so long dining upon infected, squirming rats with mottled fur and yellowing buck teeth...

In the shadows of night, prowling the pests and repugnant riffraff.

He can't help himself and he's grateful you allow him to indulge a little.

But despite however ravenous he is, he's always gentle.

Pulling you close and kissing the moonlit column of your throat.

Tenderly wrapping his ivory arms around your waist, his tone sultry while whispering sweet nothings and gratitudes in your ear.

Astarion is so well versed in his ministrations that you've come to want him to feed off of you just as much as he wants, no, needs to be fed by you.

You relishing his hands leaving indents in the flesh of your hips and his breath upon your nape...

Often finding yourself tugging on strands of his curled silver locks to pull him closer.

Until no space is between you two. Until his mouth touches your neck.

And once it does, Astarion can't help but close his eyes, an involuntary shudder resounding through his whole body at the perfume of you.

Your essence a seductive potion which the Vampire would gladly, willingly lap up forever and ever.

No matter how gentle and inviting he makes the build up though, there's simply nothing to be done about the initial pain.

Astarion can't help the fact that once he bares his pearly, white fangs and sinks them into the sensitive flesh of your neck that it's unpleasant.

His fangs like two white hot pokers burrowing into your jugular vein, causing a muffled scream to leave you.

Your bottom lip plump from how hard you gnaw at it.

He does hate your scream. It revolts him that he's the cause of it.

But it is a momentary distress from you before you reassuringly comb through his hair again.

And after a few labored breaths, you ease into the pain. Getting used to it every single time.

By then he's drunk on you. Gorging himself on the nectar of your life. The crimson, pulsing river of your very being.

He's practically sent to heaven with each swallow and he never thought a spawn like him would get there.

Once you go slack in Astarion's arms he holds you tight, cradling your warm body. His fingers ghosting over your chest, hips, stomach...

And when your heartbeat begins to slow that's when he forces himself to pull away.

Licking the scarlet stream which drips down the two raw puncture wounds.

Cleaning up his mess all the way down to the start of your cleavage, exposed from your unlaced shirt.

Aftercare is incredibly important to Astarion and he is quick to sweep you up bridal style in his arms.

Tucking you safely into your shared bed and fetching you a glass of cool water.

You, weakened and tired, putting up little fuss but managing to smile at him and reach out to take his hand.

He wastes no time, falling into bed with you and pulling you close so your head is upon his chest.

He keeps you in a vice grip all night long so that any who would dare come to harm you in your diminished state would have to go through him first.

And he damn well would never let any harm come to you, save that of the wounds he assaults upon your neck.

And with you content but exhausted in Astarion's arms he licks his red stained lips and smiles in satisfaction.

He thinks you are a marvel really, to allow him to drink your blood in the first place.

To consent willingly and give him a taste of pure ecstasy.

And with his flushed cheeks and twinkling, enlivened crimson eyes, he places a kiss on your forehead.

Whispering how very much he loves you while you sleep soundly upon his chest.

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°•Astarion Being Touch Starved•°

The dastardly rogue would scarcely ever admit it- not in a thousand years.

But the sensation of your touch sends a thrill through his heart so loud, so potent, that sometimes he swears it still beats.

Beats only for you.

Sure by the light of day Astarion has a devil may care attitude and more sass than anyone really ought to.

And though you've both voiced your sincere affections to each other, he is never shy to continue with his playful flirtations towards you.

But that does not mean he views your relationship as a trifle. As something to play at.

You are the first person he's cared for in hundreds of years. The first he's opened himself up to. The first to show him that he can be free.

And with that long sought after freedom he wishes to spend it with you. For as long as you'll allow him the gift of your presence.

But though Astarion is unshackled now, the hauntings of Cazador never leave his mind. Not entirely.

On more times than he'd like to acknowledge, he has awoken from horrid nightmares of his past enslavement.

Cursing himself for even bothering to close his eyes in the first place considering he doesn't actually need to sleep.

But then there you are, right beside him.

Warm and vulnerable. Slumbering soundly and oh, gods, does he love your warmth.

The chilled Vampire would bathe in the heated feel of your skin if he could and often while you're tucked in the crook of his arm, dreaming away, he takes small liberties.

Letting just how starved he is of gentleness be shown.

Brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, kissing the column of your throat, breathing in your scent.

Admiring your beauty. Committing each freckle, scar and feature to memory.

Dining on the feel of your form close to his and relishing in the company of one who truly, faithfully loves him. Just as he is.

So reverential of your body. Savoring the perfume of your blood, the thump of your heartbeat. Your every breath a hymn to his ears.

Of course you know how starved Astarion is. You can read him like a book.

But his yearning for tenderness is an unspoken truth between you two.

So you attend to it in your own subtle way.

Holding hands with him while around camp. Sitting next to him beside the fire. Your thighs touching. Placing your hand between his shoulder blades while walking.

Your gaze never straying from his for too long. Your medicinal touch the one to mend his wounds after a rough fight.

He thinks of you as a goddess. Your warmth a healing balm and he thanks his lucky stars everyday he met you.

The feel of you beside him is enough to make him enjoy living again.

Astarion's love for you eternal and ever growing.

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•Sleeping Beside Ellie•

°•Night•°

By the time you and Ellie are getting ready for bed she's pretty beat.

Her day no doubt full, what with going on patrols, working around Jackson and the everyday stress of living in the apocalypse.

To unwind you two have dinner together and watch a cheesy 80's movie.

But once you get into your pj's and she's stripped off to her sports bra and boxers, she's clocked out.

Course Ellie is always up for a little cuddle action, if only to get a chance to feel you up. Just a little.

Just because she can.

Her calloused hands always seeming to find a way to sneak underneath your shirt, feeling the warmth of your bare skin.

Her lips kissing your forehead as you nestle into the crook of her neck.

Now if you're really sweet or offer up a decent joke, Ellie will sing for you.

A soft lullaby of sorts, composed of her own lyrics. Her heavenly voice a balm to you.

Transcending you further into a blissful state and with her arms around you, her dulcet melody playing in your mind...

You think, if you should die right now you'd die happy.

On many a contented night you've fallen asleep to her voice. Your dreams satiated by her tuneful words.

°•Morning•°

Now when morning comes, you better not be an early riser because Ellie certainly isn't. In fact she's definitely the "just five more minutes" type of gal.

She will wrap her arms around your waist and put you in a vice grip. Her lithe muscles belying how strong she really is.

You're not moving until she tells you to.

You don't mind too terribly of course. In the golden light of dawn you occupy your time by gazing at your fast asleep love.

Tracing the slit in her brow, making constellations out of the freckles on her cheeks and nose, brushing the wispy strands of auburn off her pale forehead.

Your hands busy, touching the mottled ink of her tattoo which concealed the infected's bite mark.

Because Ellie doesn't get the best of sleep you enjoy the lull of these mornings, work around Jackson be damned.

And if she should awake with that familiar glint in her green eyes, well then you know what's in store for you.

On many occasion you two have been late for your duties because of the morning sessions where Ellie just has to have you.

And who are you to complain?

It's impossible to deny her when you're both still warm beneath the sheets and she's tugging your pajamas aside.

Her rough hands grabbing at you, pawing at your flesh. Her voice raspy and playful smirk evident.

°•Bad Dreams•°

Because of the nightmares of Joel that plague her, Ellie often has fitful, restless nights.

Nights where she tosses and turns. Ultimately waking with a sweat coated brow and a gasping breath.

Just the mere sight of you next to her is enough to calm her heart and bring her back to the present.

Ellie will stare at you, still sleeping so soundly and she'll fix your blankets before placing a gentle kiss on the crown of your head.

Though she may leave the bed during those sleepless nights, going to maybe play her guitar or write in her journal...

Ellie will always make sure that, when you awake in the morning, she is back in bed and you're waking in her arms.

Since she fears being alone most of all, she never, ever wants you to wake up without her there beside you.

Ellie is thankful for every nightfall and sunrise because of you.

Because she has you to love.

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°•Taking Care of Injured Ellie•°

Like most things in life, Ellie's first response is to try and deal with it herself. So, it stands to reason that that initial reaction stays the same even when she's hurt.

On more than one occasion you've walked in on her stitching a bloody gash up herself with a dirty needle and some janky knotted thread.

Other times, you've seen her wrap up a scrape using ductape. Just ductape. No gauze. No fabric.

There's a reason Ellie doesn't help out at Jackson's infirmary after all. If she did, many people would get even more hurt by her contaminated ministrations than if they were just left alone.

See, because of Ellie's immunity she's developed a poor way of managing her own health and hygienic practices when wounded.

Her seeming to think that being immune to the undead infected makes her not susceptible to other things too, like human bodily infections.

Also, because she's immune she often charges into danger with less caution than the average, not immune person would.

Hence why, she gets more hurt. Being reckless with her life. Going in head first.

Because of the poor way Ellie patches herself up you've sort of become her own personal physician.

Even reading up on medical books in Jackson's library to better assist her.

And you being her nurse? Now she can't complain about that. Her always ready to make a joke about it.

"Hey, babe. Where's, uh, your sexy nurse costume?"

"Ellie, shut up. Tell me what's wrong. How badly hurt are you?"

"Yeah, I need some medical attention. I hurt myself pretty bad falling for you."

"Ellie, you're literally bleeding out onto the rug."

Being a bit touch starved (though she'd never admit it) she quite enjoys when you fuss over her and take care of her.

It reminds her that someone cares about her. That her life matters to the one she loves most of all.

Ellie may gripe whenever you tell her to rest and heal up (and she'll never agree to proper bedrest.)

She also may always downplay how hurt she is, cracking jokes and sugar coating gritty details as to how exactly she got so banged up.

Though she'll forever be grateful to you. For your gentle assistance and the soft, affirming words you say to her while cleaning her body up.

You sometimes catch her staring at you so intensely while you bandage her up.

Her green eyes piercing, unaffected by even the sting of the alcohol you rub into her raw wounds.

Ellie will still your treatment with a firm grip of her calloused hands and pull you close to her, fervent.

Crashing her lips against yours in a desperate attempt to make you understand how much you mean to her.

Hoping her eager mouth, parted and inviting, will make you feel her love beyond her lacking, stilted words.

You'll try to protest, your hands awkwardly searching to rest upon the parts of her body which aren't injured or bruised.

Ellie won't care.

Invading your mouth with her tongue and pulling your clothes up and aside to feel the warmth of your skin.

When overcome with need, the pang of a touched scrape or the press against a gash going completely unnoticed.

Ellie will bite your bottom lip and pull you beneath her. Her shirt already discarded from when you were cleaning the blood off her.

"E-Ellie, what about your injuries!?"

You'll squeak, her rough hands yanking your jeans down, slender pale digits finding purchase upon the flesh of your freshly bared thighs.

"I think this is more important, babygirl. Yeah?"

Ellie will rasp, sucking a no doubt vibrant mark along your neck.

What can she say? Whenever you play nurse for her it turns her on.

And though you worry about her wounds, it's not like you object for long.

Not when your beloved Ellie is alive and safe in your arms, cuts and all.