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[devileyeswriting]

@domaystic drabbles day 14 - 'don't stop on my account' ft. satoru gojo

nsfw. mdni.

You hadn''t seen your husband in twelve days.

His mission was only supposed to last three. But three turned to four…four turned to five…and your longing for him turned into longing for anything.

You liked to hold out on masturbating when he was away because it made reuniting all the sweeter, but after another night of no calls and an empty bed, you decided that your husband no longer deserved the needy, sex-crazed wife that usually awaited him after some time apart. Instead you dug out an old vibrator from your college days, ransacked your kitchen's junk drawer for AA batteries, and settled onto your bed with an irregular heartbeat and a scratch to itch.

Legs: parted. Vibrator: on. Smut: selected, ready to be read …

And then the bedroom door opened.

You hadn't even heard him come into the house. The man looks bone-tired, dark circles underlining his eyes, dull and lifeless. But — when he sees you spread out before him, face flushed a pretty red at being caught — that sparkly blue hue you love so much begins to reappear.

"Don't stop on my account," he drawls, setting his bag down with a grunt and plopping himself into the plush chair on the other side of the room. He blinks sleepily, but finds the energy to begin palming himself with one hand, the other supporting his chin as he leans into it. "Y'missed me too much, huh? Couldn't wait?"

Relief at his return shrivels into defiance at his smug greeting. You raise an annoyed brow and turn the toy on, closing your eyes to try and tune out his presence.

Ignoring him becomes difficult, however, when you feel a firm grasp on your inner thigh about five minutes in. The slippery cockhead of your husband starts to press against your neglected cunt, lazy and unrushed. "I missed ya," he murmurs apologetically, taking the vibrator from you — only to use it himself, pressing down on your clit with the cheap silicone. "Won't leave that long ever again. Promise."

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[levionlyyours]

Private Audience

☆ Day 30 of Domaystic | Alt-D "Don't stop on my account" | Event by @domaystic

☆ Summary: You weren't expecting an audience during your cleaning session.

☆ Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Gender-Neutral Reader

☆ Genre/Tags: Modern AU, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff

☆ Content Warnings: Implied smut

☆ Word Count: 0.5k

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[ Art by r.harder1995 on Instagram ]

Music spills through the apartment from your phone speaker. It’s that exact kind of song that has the power to transport you right into the middle of a movie montage even though you’re only tidying your living room at an unreasonable hour. You give yourself into it fully—bare legs, oversized t-shirt slipping off one shoulder, hair still messy from sleep as you sway and spin between tasks. If you have to clean, you might as well enjoy it.

You twirl the mop once in your hands before dragging it across the floor, only half focused on the actual job. You sing along under your breath—then louder—then loud loud, because there’s no way anyone else can hear you, and no one is awake to judge the way you butcher the notes entirely.

At least, that’s what you think.

Levi wakes earlier than usual, the music seeping into his sleep just enough to pull him out of it. His forehead wrinkles a little as he stares at the ceiling for a moment, listening. The bed is empty beside him, and the noise continues. He sighs and drags a hand over his face before pushing himself up. He steps out to the source of the noise, then stops suddenly.

You’re in the middle of the living room, completely unaware he’s watching, spinning once more with a laugh under your breath, the mop abandoned in favor of a dramatic little dance that’s meant for you and you only. Your voice rises with the chorus as you sway your hips and let yourself get lost in it.

Levi leans against the wall without a word, fighting a smile as he crosses his arms. He follows the way you move, eyes traveling from your head to your toes. It’s cute to watch you exist like no one’s watching.

Because you don’t think anyone is.

You turn, still caught in the rhythm, and that’s when you see him watching you. You freeze immediately. Your brain practically locks in place. “Oh my god—” you breathe, mortified, heat rushing up your neck as you stand there, half-naked, caught mid-performance. How long has he been there? How much did he see?

Levi doesn’t move or look away. “Don’t stop on my account,” he says, his voice rough from sleep. Your stomach flutters despite your embarrassment. Why is he not laughing at you? He should be embarrassed for you.

The music fades into the background, and all that exists is the two of you, staring at each other like deer caught in headlights. Then he tilts his head slightly, gaze still fixed on you.

“Come back to bed?”

Your breath catches. You already know what he’s asking for. You prop the mop against the wall without looking, barely remembering it’s in your hands at all before you let it go, already moving toward him. He meets you halfway.

Your lips find his first, a soft, breathless laugh slipping into the kiss as your hands come up to his shoulders. His hands settle at your waist, pulling you closer without asking, and he kisses you back just as easily, like this was always where the moment was heading. The faintest trace of amusement flickers through him as he guides you backward.

The bedroom door closes behind you. The music keeps playing in the other room, forgotten.

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