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gojipink · 2 months

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privilege

ஐ ft. diluc

ஐ summary. giving diluc a blowjob so good, he revokes your bj card :(

ஐ warnings. N*SFW, mdni, fem!reader, deep throating, fem. pet names. 1.4k words

ஐ notes. part of my bj mini series! check out more parts here ✧˖°.

“waitwaitwaitwait,” diluc catching your arm, stopping your trail of kisses down his stomach as you peer up at him through your eyelashes.

he swallows thickly, mind reeling from your ministrations, a little embarrassed at how he’s found himself to be on the receiving end of your love. undressed to only his boxer briefs, laying flat on his back as you slide down his body, worshiping every inch of skin in your path downwards.

“what’s wrong, ‘luc?” you ask as you plant an innocent kiss at the start of his v-line.

to be honest, you knew exactly what you were doing. diluc has been so busy, so stressed out recently that you wanted to take a night to focus on him. to let him receive even half as much love and pleasure that you receive from him on an almost nightly basis. you knew exactly what you were doing when you straddled him on the bed, giving his lips a searing kiss as you slowly pushed him back to lay his head down on the plush pillows. making him so distracted by your onslaught of hot, wet kisses down his jaw and neck that he wouldn't notice what you were trying to accomplish.

“my love,” he calls out breathlessly, “what are you doing all the way down there? come lay down, i should be the one taking care of you, don't you think, darling?”

you breath out a laugh as you nip at his hip bone making him draw in a sharp breath as his hardening dick flinches in its confines.

“i want to be down here, diluc. actually i'm not even exactly where i wanna be yet,” you tease.

“love-” he tries to argue before you interrupt him,

“please, ‘luc,” you pout up at him, “lemme take care of you this time. wanna make you feel good, i’ve missed the way you feel in my mouth,” you plead.

diluc has only let you suck him off a small handful of times throughout your entire relationship. it's not that he doesn't like it, quite the opposite actually. it’s just when it comes to sex, he gets off on getting you off. your pleasure is genuinely his pleasure, he’s almost sure he could cum at the sight of you coming undone alone. but when you look up at him almost pleadingly with your lips so so close to his straining cock, he lets his resolve melt a little and lets you take whatever you want from him.

he sighs, his big hand coming up to cup your face, thumb caressing the apple of your cheeks. “if…if that’s what you really want then… but go slow, love. don't hurt yourself, okay?”

you inwardly melt at his concern as you flash him a smile, “thank you, ‘luc. i’ll be careful, i promise.”

he huffs out a sigh while his hands brush your hair out of your face, “yeah, that’s what you said last time before you choked on it.”

you giggle at his words before playfully nipping at his skin right above the waistband of his underwear. “and who came almost immediately feeling my throat tighten on his cock?” you tease.

“darli-mmph-” he tries to argue before you cut him off with a warm wet lick along the heavy shaft of his cock through the fabric of his underwear.

his breathing instantly becomes heavier as you press teasing opened mouth kisses to his twitching length while your fingers hook over the waistband to slowly drag the last article of clothing off his hips.

diluc raises himself on an elbow to watch you through hazy vision as he uses his other hand to help you pull the fabric off.

as you discard them onto the floor by the bed, diluc’s wraps a hand around his throbbing cock squeezing at the base a little, giving himself a couple of short pumps.

“my love, you don't have to do this,” he tries to convince you one last time as you make yourself comfortable between his thighs, “come lay down, hm? let me make you feel good, bet she’s just aching for it, isn't she, angel?”

you pout at him knowing that he’s trying to rile you up on purpose, hoping that if he gets you needy enough you’ll let him take over. you would be lying to yourself if you said his plan wasn’t effective, not with the way his filthy words strike straight to your cunt making your little hole clench around nothing.

“it’ll be my turn later, wanna taste you first,” you insist, your hands dragging up his thighs, nails lightly raking over the cords of thick muscle.

diluc’s jaw tightens when your smaller hands replace his on his swollen cock. using both of hands to twist around the entirety of his length, making him draw in a sharp inhale.

his piercing gaze follows your every movement as you open your mouth slightly, letting a pool of saliva fall past your lips and drop onto his flushed tip. diluc’s lip part in a silent moan as he watches the filthy sight, mind filling with fog as your hands drag across his length smearing your saliva over him.

his resolve to switch positions finally dying down as he gently tangles his fingers in your hair, subconsciously pushing down the slightest bit trying to encourage your soft lips to meet his drooling cock.

your lips finally meet his aching tip as you press a sweet kiss to his oozing slit before you take his length into the warmth of your mouth.

diluc hisses at the feeling of your tongue repeatedly circling around his tip then massaging at the pulsing thick vein on the underside of his cock.

“mmmh, love, s-slow, go slow,” he pants while his fingers tighten themselves in your hair, trying to grasp for control over the situation he’s found himself in. “doing so good, darling, mmph-! d-dont go any deeper, just-ngh keep it...keep it there.”

you hum while bobbing your head up and down, the vibrations going right to his tightening balls as he tilts his head up to the ceiling a guttural groan ripping through the room. all senses filled with him, you desperately want to disobey his orders and just want to feel him further. want to feel his tip poke at the back of your throat as you swallow around him, want to know what he sounds like when his hips involuntarily stutter, thrusting his dick down further.

knowing he’s slowly losing himself in bliss, you test the waters by slowly inching your mouth lower and lower until you feel his coarse red hair tickling your nose. you close your eyes and take a breath before surging forward practically devouring him whole.

the constricting feeling of your throat wrapping around his sensitive tip forces his hips to jerk in surprise, his mind short circuiting at the addicting sensation.

“ah-! l-love, oooh f-fuck! wait-!” he chokes out, his hands fisting tightly in your hair desperately trying to keep your head still, torn between wanting to push you down just a little bit further or pull you off him to scold you for deliberately ignoring his warnings to be careful.

thick, milky ropes of his cum hit the back of your tongue as he pulls his leaking tip away to keep you from bullying his twitchy cock further into your throat.

you swallow every spurt of cum, not letting a single drop leak through the corners of your lips. soothingly licking his shaft, softly bringing him down from his high, his chest harshly rising and falling, his eyebrows knitted together as he gazes at you with glossed over eyes.

you lick one last stripe up his length, making his dick twitch in overstimulation, before sitting on your knees in between his legs, hands massaging his flexed thighs.

he huffs out a breath as he gives you a pointed look, “alright, your privileges have been permanently revoked.”

your mouth falls open in shock, “what! you liked it, though!”

he shakes his head as he reaches to grab your elbows to drag you off of your knees. he rolls the both of you over, you now laying underneath him, face caged in by his strong arms.

he tenderly lays a soft kiss on your lips, cock stirring when he vaguely tastes himself on you. he pulls back just slightly to chastise you, “i distinctly remember telling you to be care-”

“and i distinctly remember you, once again, cumming as soon as your cock hit my thro-mmph!” you try to interrupt him only for him to cut you off by capturing your lips in a heavy, greedy kiss.

“what am i going to do with you,” he sighs into your mouth as you giggle and wrap your legs around his waist.

#alhaitham's next!#goji's.thots˚｡⋆୨୧˚#diluc x reader #diluc ragnivindr x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #diluc smut

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lunargrapejuice · 1 year

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midday naps for lovers

diluc ragnvindr x reader with no pronouns used

tooth rotting fluff all b/c i'm real sleepy today and just need to be held by the loml

despite his normally heavy boots dilucs footsteps were quiet against the hardwood as he made his way to the study, yellow rays of afternoon light coming in through the windows, reflecting the shine of the flooring that the maids kept up on so well, guiding his way. it was just as your own light had so often led him to your side, a beckoning call in the darkness that he had lived in until you led him to a brighter place within your embrace.

he knew what to expect when he saw the door ajar, no noise coming from within even though you had undoubtedly been cooped up between the four walls of the study since this morning. it wasn’t unlike you to nap during the day and he had grown so fond of finding you resting within the safety of the manor but that still did not prepare him for how his chest would swell at the sight that lay before him as he pushed the door open and your sweet scent paired with the parchment you’d been working on wrapped around him like a cashmere scarf.

there you were, resting and unaware of the happenings around you. your head laid peacefully on your folded arms, your back rising and falling with each deep breath you took; serene and lovely, just as he hoped you would always be within the placr you two called your home. the paperwork you’d been working on the last several days was left to warm under every breath slipping past your parted lips and diluc found himself envious, wishing it was any part of his being that got to capture each exhale and the love it would undoubtedly spread within him.

burning ruby eyes never leave your sleeping figure as he closes the distance, a fond smile lifting up the corners of his lips more and more the closer he gets to the person he loves most in this world. your deep breaths draw him to your lips, soft and familiar and forming into a sleepy smile of their own when he touches your face, the cool leather of his gloves brushing against your skin so gently as he caresses down your cheek and under your jaw, taking you in. it wasn’t his wish to disturb you or wake you but, as it often was, he was unable to hold back and when you reciprocated in kind, leaning into his touch with a murmur of his name, he let his love overflow.

with quiet movements he shed his coat and draped it over you, feeling the heat that creeps up his cheeks at the sight of it engulfing your smaller frame, resting so easily on your back and shoulders as if it were made to protect you and keep you warm. and to diluc; for everything that belonged to him, everything that he was and is and ever would be, that was certainly the truth of how he saw it all.

in the boundless strength he had when it came to you, it was easy to lift you from the chair and cradle you in his arms, your own instinctively reaching out for support at the loss of the sturdy desk holding you up. they found their way to his chest, your tired fingers gripping onto the familiar fabric of his vest.

“i’ve got you,” he coos, quiet and soft. the warmth of his breath seeping into your skin at the proximity of his lips to your forehead.

diluc isn’t a man who has thought much about making it to celestia, not with the blood staining his hands and the darkness that looms over him like a thick cloud or the choices he’d continue to make for the sake of those he loves, but in this moment, with you curled up in his arms and snuggling closer to his chest as he makes his way to sofa in the study, he can’t help but think that this is his own form of heaven that celestia couldn’t hope to rival.

“‘luc?” you whisper, your voice laced with the sleep you continue to fall in and out of.

“hm?”

“stay with me a little longer?”

“you needn’t worry,” he assures you in a hushed tone, the lovestruck smile he wears laced in every word. “just rest, i’m not going anywhere my love. i promise.”

like a dance you’d swayed to side by side your whole life, your bodies move in sync when he rests on the couch with his back against the armrest and you between his legs. it didn’t take long for him to find a comfortable position despite the fact that his long legs don't quite fit the length of the sofa but with your weight on top of him, your ear resting right against his beating heart, the dark fabric of his jacket still resting over you and his arms around you keeping it there, it’s only a few moments before his tired body relaxes and melts with your own, dragging him into a peaceful midday slumber.

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rosesfox · 7 months

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✿ acftl review! ✿ (spoilers!)

🚨 i'm seriously warning you, it's a review and therefore there will be spoilers. read at your own risk! 🚨

✿

things i really liked:

❥ the rhythm of the book was perfect for me. i was able to dive into the story very easily and it's something constant for me in sg's books. the way she develops the plot is perfect. i thought everything was well placed and the pages were used wisely.

❥ the evolution of jacks and evangeline for me is something totally palpable; evangeline continues to have the same essence as always and i love that about her. she is a romantic girl, she is a soft girl and she is sweet. but she is also intelligent, she is strong and she doesn't let herself get carried away by situations. she makes her decisions and she is in control of her life. most of all, i loved that evangeline loves jacks and believes in her love more than anything. all she wanted was him and after three books, seeing them both embrace their desires so openly was extremely satisfying.

the same goes for jacks, who also had two other books to develop as a character. his essence is the same, he remains the sociopath we all love. but he is in love. he is desperately in love. and in this book there was no room for anything other than the two of them fighting for each other. it was everything evajacks needed, and sg delivered it to us perfectly.

i would like to add that i found jacks' povs completely necessary. i saw someone saying they weren't, while i thought they helped us understand his evolution, more of his character and the way he feels about evangeline. i particularly loved it and i don't know how Stephanie thought about not including it!

btw i think it's very important to read this book remembering that it's the third in a trilogy and stephanie is not underestimating our intelligence. she will act as if this is the third book and waste no time drawing so that we understand. she has already established that evangeline and jacks love each other, here they are just on the journey to actually be together.

❥ i loved the way jacks' curse unfolded. it was better than i could have expected and i also love the way eva managed to kiss him. there is no doubt that evangeline, throughout this time, was the only girl on jacks' mind. and she is literally the only one he has ever truly loved.

❥ apollo was disgusting from the beginning to the end. i think that, for what the character proposes, he was developed very well and to some degree i think his participation was quite interesting. aurora is a pest, but i like how stephanie decided to build her.

❥ chaos and lala! i really want the two of them to have a solo book (mainly to read more about evajacks), and i really liked their occasional appearances.

❥ i honestly thought it was an amazing closing for evajacks. there was absolutely nothing missing for me (mainly because of one of the epilogues), and i'm very grateful to stephanie!

some of my analyzes that were accurate: (im so happy about it)

❥ jacks says that since the day at his church he couldn't take his eyes off her. since that day he had to convince himself that she was just a tool. since that day, he started to care. i always said that since ouabh he cared, but i didn't even imagine that it would be from the literal beginning and i loved that.

❥ eva says that the first time jacks betrayed her trust, she felt her heart break. she says that she had been in love with him ever since, so, again, i was right when i said that the two of them fell in love right from the start.

points that I found strange:

❥ where is luc? didn't he even think about visiting eva? i understand that there wasn't time for him in the book, but i would have liked to have seen him.

❥ where is marisol? (do i really care? no)

❥ kisses! i would have liked a more descriptive kiss, but what we had was incredible and cute and really suited the context and i wouldn't trade it for anything. i just wanted others.

i give the book 5 stars and i'm very happy because my favorite couple had a worthy, brilliant and wonderful closure! i don't know what i'm going to do with my life now and what i'm going to think about.

#acftl spoilers #acftl #evajacks #tbona #ouabh #evangeline fox #jacks prince of hearts

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https-furina · 5 months

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✎ baubles & gratitude wishes. ft. diluc x gn!reader content. festive fluff! labelled gn!reader but if you find otherwise please let me know so i can adjust! tw for kisses, sickening sweet stuff with diluc (hehe) assuming that christmas lights exist in canon au... w.c. 1.2k words

notes. this man will not leave me alone ! so when i spun n got him i was like damn, he rlly isn't letting me drop him.. maybe 'm still a diluc girlie at heart <33 this is my first entry for ecrin’s christmas event! taglist - always open, send an ask! @ryuryuryuyurboat @soleillunne @rainswept

at the heart of the winery stands a manor, decorated with dark wood beams and emitting the warmest orange glow into the chill of the night through its many glass windows. it is the peak of winter in teyvat and whilst every nation has a different winter, mondstadt in particular suffers from the dropping cold temperatures and lingering frost that kisses every surface it touches. after years of living in mondstadt with your beloved husband at his late father's winery, you'd grown accustomed to the weather in mondstadt - and most especially how it changes in the blink of an eye.

you sit on one of the plush velvet couches that litter the winery's manor, all deep red in colour to match the ragnvindr family's oddly specific red theme - not that you minded it. it was one of the many things alongside the weather that you had grown accustomed to. another one of those things was your husband's quiet, stoic attitude.

"if you keep staring at the fire like that, you'll hurt your eyes, love," his deep voice resonates from behind the couch, calloused hands placing themselves upon your shoulders, "what's on your mind?"

the sentiment of his question draws a small smile to your face, shaking your head in reassurance as you look up at the redhead, his hair tied neatly back in a ponytail. he quirks a brow, not buying it but he accepts it anyway, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips.

“have you ever decorated the manor?” you ask with a hum, watching his brows furrow in confusion - of course he has, he thinks as he take a moment to glance around the living area he’s grown so used to, “for christmas, luc.”

ah. that changes his response quite quickly. diluc scowls for a moment before shaking his head, turning his ruby gaze back to you, the one he treasures so much. diluc isn’t stupid and quite frankly, he knows where this conversation is going. a sigh escapes his parted lips before a crack of a smile graces his pale face, framed so delicately by the loose strands of red hair he hasn’t tied back.

“i’ll ask adelinde to see if my father’s decorations are still in the attic.” he sounds reluctant but he drinks in the way that your face lights up, a sparkle glittering in your eyes at the prospect of decorating the manor with the one you love and he knows he can’t deny you now - not only for your sake but his own. diluc knows very well that you have him wrapped around your finger when every time you pout or give him those sorrowful eyes, he can’t help but feel his already fragile heart break.

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there’s a few crates littering the living room floor, filled with the late crepus’ decorations. the lids are covered in dust, save for the fingerprints left by diluc’s gloved hands from when he took the crates from adelinde, scolding her for attempting to do all the heavy lifting alone.

you sit amongst them, unaware of diluc's vermillion eyes that seemed to be trained on your childish delight as you sift through endless decorations - you never had the joy of meeting crepus but from the sheer amount of his decorations diluc had shoved into the attic in an attempt to bury old memories, you could gather that he was a brilliant family man. diluc notes that the glitter in your eyes never fades for even a second and for a moment, he ponders the times when he was once this excited to see these crates. it's melancholic, cracking a smile to his stoic face.

after many minutes going over the layout of the manor's ground floor space, you decided quite boldly that the tree should sit in the entry before the front door. diluc tries to hide his amusement at how serious you're taking decorating the manor but you can see it peak through when you glance at your husband only to see a sliver of a smirk on his face.

"i didn't expect you to like christmas this much," diluc mumbles as he finishes wrapping lights around the bushy evergreen spruce tree - upon your request, - thankful for his gloves when the needles poke at him as he works meticulously, "let alone decorating…"

"life is too short to not find the joys in seemingly mediocre tasks," you grin, two golden, glittering baubles in your hands as you begin to hang them on the branches. diluc watches, noticing that the heavier - and much larger - baubles are placed on the lower branches. after his observation, he copies, "besides, it's much more fun to see the tree whenever you come home and realise that your house is your home, your four walls and warmth."

diluc wants to cluck his tongue, sending a glance in your direction as the warm christmas lights decorating the tree illuminate your face but he can't bring himself to vocally retort his thoughts. you are his four walls, his home and hearth; the warmth he craves after long days of paperwork and tedious tasks or cold nights being mondstadt's mysterious unidentified hero. you are the one he comes home to and realises these things. he makes a soft noise in response to your words, continuing to hang baubles and the like on bushy branches.

he'll occasionally glance back at you. he thinks you look absolutely gorgeous, radiating this exciting energy that glows with the tree as it comes to life. diluc takes these moments to gaze over you and drink in every last detail as if you'll disappear from his grasp after you both return to your shared chambers later that night, sliding into silk sheets and pressing your bodies together for warmth in the chill of mondstadt's winter nights. he drinks it all in as if he'll never see the shape of your nose again or the twinkle of your eyes. he traces the outline of your lips and counts any freckles you may have.

you're not silly, you caught diluc staring ages ago but now there's a glitter in his own ruby eyes that matches yours. two matching flames that keep each other ablaze. the next time you catch him staring, you're quick to shuffle closer to him, pressing against his chest as you rest your head on his broad shoulders. diluc tenses as he always does, his busy hands hanging the decorations they'd been holding before his arms wrap around you tightly. he presses his lips to your hair, nestling his nose in the familiar scent of the shampoo you always specifically request when adelinde goes shopping for necessities.

"merry christmas, luc." you mumble into the fur trim of his coat, your eyelashes fluttering shut in content when you bask in the scent of smouldering ashes from his pyro vision, the wine that he despises to drink and rain. he's your home.

"merry christmas, love." diluc responds softly after a few moments of silence, his eyes raising to admire the handy work of you both as he takes in the tinsel decorating shelves, placed neatly above the fireplace hearth and the lively golden tree at the centre of it all. it has been far too long since he's seen his manor decorated in such ways, he thinks with an ounce of a smile at the nostalgia you've ignited in his heart. you're his home too.

#( sealed letters )#🎄— joyeux noël: 2023 #genshin diluc #diluc x reader #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #diluc fluff #genshin x reader #https-furina

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astrequa · 2 years

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#. “Let me take care of you”

[♡]Featuring: Albedo, Diluc, Shenhe & Dottore (w/ gn!reader)

About.

Taking care a sick s/o

A/notes.

Should be focusing on studies rn... I'm sorry for Shenhe's part T-T,, Also apologize for Dottore's part, I'm bad when it comes to kissing

📌 . . . REQUEST INFO & RULES // MAIN MASTERLIST // SUBMIT ASK

[#1] Albedo ༉‧₊˚.

Albedo will prepare a potion for you, but only if you have enough faith in the potion. It's reasonable given that the last time he asked you to test it, you turned into slime. He won't allow that happen again, especially now that you're unwell rn. Albedo will bring Barbara to you to assess if your problem is serious or not. Once he is certain that it will not endanger your life, he will remain by your side, taking care of what he is supposed to.

"Have some rest, love," Albedo said as he brushed a strand of hair away from your face. "You should as well…" Mumbles can be heard coming from you, and a faint smile can be seen over your face as your eyelids flutter close. "I assumed you were already sleeping, no?" "How can I when there's a handsome alchemist right next to me?" He chuckles at your response.

[#2] Diluc ༉‧₊˚.

Diluc WILL use his family name to look for the best doctor at Mondstadt. If there weren't any, he will ask for Liyue's doctor to come and check out his beloved. Same with Albedo, won't leave you unsupervised.

"You should be sleeping right now." "Luc… It's just a light head; I'm not dying." He hums as he walks over to the shared bed and hands you a glass of water. "Go back to sleep after you finish it," you sigh defeatingly; there's no point debating with him when it relates to your health. He's just scared of losing you.

[#3] Shenhe ༉‧₊˚.

Cloud retainer. When she notices you're blazing hot, the first thing that springs to her is Cloud retainer. The said adeptus has been taking care of her since that occurrence, including the time she falls unwell. Cloud retainer will perform this one technique that will instantly restore her health, so she reached out for Cloud retainer without hesitation.

"One has been summoned and wanted to know the reason behind this" The mighty bird fluttered her wings. "They're scorching hot, do what you do to me to her." You gripped Shenhe's hand hard and gave her a worried look. "One does not feed humans, mortal, step closer" Shenhe draws you in closer, as smoke begins to form around you in an instant. "This is the only thing One can do; give them some rest, Shenhe." The bird said before flying off.

[#4] Dottore ༉‧₊˚.

Dottore may appear cold and hopeless in a relationship, and you may have felt the same way before beginning a relationship with him. Welp, You got it both correctly and wrong. He is a loving person as well as a passionate lover. Things will be flipped upside down when it comes to your illness.

"NO WAY! I'M NOT DRINKING THAT!" "You should keep your voices down, and sure, you will drink this." "Dottore, that's a potion you prepared in the lab." You groan at Dottore's attempt to heal you by pointing out the blue shimmering liquid he's carrying. "You drank this the previous time, and I can assure you it's not harmful." He sipped the mixture before approaching you.

"I… WHAT?! WHEN DID YOU—" You felt a hand grip you tightly and a delicate lip contact yours. His kisses were gentle and warm. You felt a liquid slowly sliding down your neck and tried to break the kiss, but Dottore doesn't appear to be letting you go anywhere right now. Your bodies crushed against the wall, breathing fiercely as your lips pressed together. He breaks the kiss once the liquid has been effectively transmitted to you. Allowing you to take a breath after the forcible kiss. "That should do it," Sly said, smirking over Dottore's face and giving you the nearest water bottle.

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himexyandere · 14 days

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"How would your OCs react to being asked by their partner if they could put hickeys on them? >_<"

What about the other way around? 👀 Their partner ask them to leave hickeys

-🐍

Oooh, I love the inverse!

Lucas: He wouldn't mind leaving a lovebite or two, but it would have to be in an intimate place where others wouldn't be able to see. He wouldn't want to embarrass his partner, should someone see it and question it in public (Luc is just a very private person in general when it comes to his lovelife)

Njero: Very flustered but willing to leave a mark wherever you ask him to, even if it would be visible later. If you do want it in an intimate spot as opposed to the neck, he would give you more than one 💜

Leumin: Oh, you don't even need to ask, he's already marking you up. For every hickey you give him, he'll give you two more. Most of Leu's clothes show his neck and shoulders more often than not- he wears his beloved's marks with pride, and he would want them to feel the same about his ^^

Flores: A little hesitant at first, as he wouldn't want to ruin your soft skin. He would relent eventually, once you reassure him that it's okay and if it's really an issue, you could just cover it up with makeup. Flo prefers to be the one getting marked, though

Mikka: Also hesitant- he'd worry that his sharp teeth would do more than leave a hickey. He has to exercise a lot of restraint to keep himself from just biting into you, deep enough to draw blood. A hickey is a testament to his self-control, really

#lucas clair #njero iclawyn #leumin holiday #LBA Flores #mikka lapan #yandere #male yandere #yandere octopus #male oc #suggestive

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strwberri-milk · 2 years

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Tearful Embrace: Diluc

Diluc x GN!Reader || (Slight) Hurt/Comf, Fluff || 573 words

Hugs make everything better, don't they?

a/n - tell me why my team lead bought me an appreciation hippo and also hugs me a lot i go through w it bc it makes [redacted] happy and idrm hugs anymore but man are they uncomfy (in general im not a hugger LMAO)

Diluc knows that sometimes you aren't going to be talkative. That is perfectly fine in his opinion. After all, he's not going to just sit there and strongarm you into having a conversation with him. However, today just felt very different.

Right now you were just sitting across from him in the drawing-room. the two of you beginning to wind down to get ready for bed later. He watches discreetly as you fiddle with your fingers, toes tapping the ground a little restlessly as you continue to fidget. He can clearly see that something is weighing on your mind, making you fidget as aggressively as you are in his presence.

He's not too sure on how to breach the subject. Does he risk embarrassing you and asking you if everything is okay when there might actually be nothing wrong, or does he ask and also upset you by making you talk about something that you actively wish to ignore? His mind worries over this, creating a rut in his head as he mentally walks back and forth.

In that time, you manage to sneak your way over to him and slip into his lap. You immediately settle in his warmth, sighing contently as he just stares at you. Diluc doesn't really mind that you're being touchy, gingerly brushing out your hair in confusion but he wishes he could do more.

"Luc," you say a little sleepily, his presence calming your once racing thoughts.

"What is it my beloved?" he hums back, voice low to avoid stirring your thoughts up too much.

"I love you."

His heart skips a beat. No matter how many times you say that to him it'll always feel like the first time, making his mind scatter and body still. That, paired with the affectionate look in your eyes makes him think he really will just melt into your arms, leaning down to kiss your lips softly.

"I love you too."

For some reason, you shake your head. It's funny the way you do it, eyes closed and lips pouting. He can barely contain his laughter, giving you a soft smile as his shoulders shake.

"Why are you shaking your head?"

"I love you," you repeat, the emphasis not really explaining to him what you were trying to communicate.

"And I love you," he mirrors, wondering if that would manage to sate you.

It doesn't seem to but he doesn't mind as you crawl onto his lap and hug his body tightly to yourself. Your arms wrap around his neck and you bury your face into his hair, breathing all of him into you so intensely he thinks your body will mold into his.

"I love you so much," you whisper into his skin, the words etching into his body and imprinting them onto his soul.

"You are what is good with the world, what it means to be fulfilled, the only reason why the sun rises in the morning after the majesty of the moon has had it's fill of you," you continue in an almost ramble of his praise.

Diluc can't respond, the words knocking his breath away as you hold him even tighter, pressing kisses to his throat slowly. Clearly you've won whatever battle you were waging against him he thinks as you smirk against him, fully resting your weight on him.

"Well, when you say that how could I ever trump your love for me?"

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rhosmeinir · 7 months

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Fictober 2023 #8

Prompt #8 - "Give me that, before something happens"

Fanfiction: Good Omens

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Pairing: Pre-Ineffable Husbands/Aziracrow

Other Notes: Before the Fall, Crowley wants to show Aziraphale something. 633 words!

“Aziraphale!” A strident voice rang through the formless white halls of this particular corner of Heaven, attracting the attention of the industrious cherub, who was just putting the finishing touches on a drawing. “Aziraphale!”

“Over here!” he called in reply, leaning back to admire his work. A moment later, an angel with a curly mop of red hair appeared.

“Ah, there you are! D’you— oh,” he paused, taking in the drawing, “How are the people coming along, then?”

“Oh, quite splendidly,” Aziraphale replied, pleased that his friend had taken the time to notice, “I think we’ve just about perfected the design.”

“Lovely. Do you have a moment?” There was an urgency in the redheaded angel’s voice that took Aziraphale aback, and he turned fully to face him, blinking in surprise.

“Yes, of course.”

“Good. Look, I’ve got this letter here from Luc—” Aziraphale snatched the scroll from the other angel’s hand before he could complete his brandishing gesture and thrust it inside his robes.

“Give me that, before anything happens! Come here.” He seized his friend’s hand and with a blur and a shimmer, they departed the offices of Heaven and rematerialized near the two star-incubating pillars of gas and dust where they often came to talk. The redheaded angel rolled his eyes.

“I really don’t think that was necessary. What do you think is going to happen?”

“You know what they’ve been saying about Lucifer, don’t you?” Aziraphale straightened his robes uncomfortably, “How they think he’s fomenting discord against the Almighty?”

“Fomenting discord? Really, Aziraphale. And who is they, anyway?”

“You know… they,” Aziraphale gestured broadly, “angels. The grapevine, everyone who gossips!” One scarlet brow arched in the cherub’s direction.

“Do you gossip?”

“No!” Aziraphale retorted, a little too quickly, “But I listen.” The redheaded angel scoffed.

“Just look at the letter!” Hesitantly, Aziraphale pulled the now-crumpled scroll from his robes. He unrolled it, and began to scan its contents. His eyes widened as he read, and he shook his head, curls shaking with affrontery.

“This is.. this is… well, fomenting!” he cried hoarsely, “If anyone finds you with this—” In a moment of impulse, Aziraphale snapped his fingers on the scro and it went up in a puff of flame, the small haze of its ashes drifting off into space. “There,” he turned to his friend, forced smile betrayed by brows knitted in concern, “No trail now.”

“Aziraphale,” the redheaded angel rolled his eyes, but also reached out to grasp the cherub’s shoulder, “it’s not fomenting, it’s just asking questions! We just want to know—”

“We? We? You and Lucifer?”

“Well yeah, Lucifer and the guys and me—” Aziraphale broke away and put a hand to his mouth, chewing on the end of his thumb. “Come on, cherub! All we want to do is ask God some questions, you know, maybe get Her to let us angels be a little more involved in things, help make some policy. It’s all for the people anyway, you should be on our side here.”

“Your side? What do you mean side?” With one mighty push of his wings, Aziraphale returned to his friend’s side, reaching out to clutch his arm with both hands. “There aren’t any sides here, unless it’s Heaven’s side! Aren’t we all working toward the same thing? Starmaker,” he entreated, “please, please don’t get involved with them. I just… I have a bad feeling about all this.”

The redheaded angel, startled by this sudden outburst, looked into Aziraphale’s wide eyes, their pale blue glittering with the reflected glory of his nebulae, and he softened. Gently he peeled the cherub’s hands from his arm, and took them reassuringly in both of his own.

“It’ll be alright, Aziraphale. God is Love, remember? What could She possibly do but listen?”

#fictober23 #fictober #good omens #gomens #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley #before the fall #fanfiction #fanfic

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stellarred · 2 months

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REVISITING STAR TREK PICARD

In STP S2: 7 "Monsters" (Rewatching bc i can't help but torture myself in the name of Qcard), while he lies unconscious on a table in La Clinica Mariposa, Picard finds himself in a surprise therapy session with DS9's Dr. Bashir for some reason.

I honestly dont think that was Bashir he was talking to.

I strongly believe that Bashir was actually Q bc of some things he said, did, and the way he acted with Picard.

Bashir asked Picard if he was feeling closed in when he was squirming, as in "feeling claustrophobic?"

Picard confirmed he did, and Bashir said that "those who don't like feeling closed in want to be free in the "infinite cosmos."

Bashir draws a parallel between Picard and Q bc

Q is claustrophobic, too. Remember Dejà Q and Worf pushing him into a turbolift?

"Hey, I'm claustrophobic; I don't like it in here."--Q

Who lives to be free in the infinite cosmos? Q, of course.

And so does Picard.

Bashir also mentions "judge and jury" at some point and uses the name "Jean-Luc" a lot.

I didn't think he and Picard were on a first name basis. Q is, though.

Bashir also keeps talking about the Sun, which is a representation of Q. He even hands Picard the Sun, forcing him to look at it, reflect on it, appreciate it.

It's so interesting how Bashir almost mocks Picard's commitment to being ethical, too. He has this almost sneer when he throws a bit of shade at Starfleet even, and then goes on about Picard not embracing his more wild side. Tapestry Q anyone?

Is Q a fan of Starfleet? Not really. It fits that he'd mock and deride Starfleet and Picard's devotion to it, right?

Why would Bashir do that? Unless he wasn't Bashir....

I also found Bashir rather seductive in his tone with Picard. When he probes Picard about why he's always "holding others at arms length", I swear he looks sad.

Did anyone notice that?

I mean it. On DS9, Bashir is usually calm, cool, pragmatic, and reasonable. I don't recall seeing such intensity with Garak most of the time.

But this Bashir is very intense and almost pleading.

His face looks hurt.

Did anyone notice how Bashir even turns away from Picard when asking him about his apprehension to let others in (his heart), only to turn and ask with hurt eyes, "Why?"

Picard then realizes that he's stuck emotionally. He's stuck. Rios, Raffi, Seven, Agnes. Especially Q. They're all stuck in the past.

How interesting that Q has been trying to help heal Picard with his fear, and now "Bashir" "leads him" to this realization???

Man, he's quick. That's one uber talented therapist!

I just don't buy that Bashir did this. I think it was Q.

Same goes for when Bashir acts as a stand in for Picard's father. Picard said he was a monster, but Bashir shows him that his father wasn't out to really hurt Maman Picard. Again, this Bashir just showed and replayed a major key moment in Picard's traumatized past and then Picard suddenly understood???

How did Bashir know what to do? Q understands Picard better than anyone.

How is Bashir such a genius with Picard's pain?

Then, "Bashir" hands him the book with the Q Sun drawing.

Remember who loves you, Picard?

Another Sun reminder. Another reminder of Q.

Twice does Picard get handed a Q Sun, so why is Bashir doing this???

Then, Picard wakes up and tells the Laris lookalike therapist about his realization about Q wanting him to know him.

Why would Bashir help guide him to Q anyway?

Now, Q wants to help Picard heal his traumas and open his heart to others (to him, let's be honest here)

If Picard won't go to therapy, then let therapy come to Picard.

Q knows that Picard wouldn't give Q the time of day in listening to him, but Picard would listen to a familiar doctor, like Bashir.

I'm wondering if Q had enough strength and powers left to act as Bashir and create this therapy intervention.

His finger snaps didn't work, but we've seen Q focus his eyes and mind on things before to use his powers. Like at the end of Tapestry. Q is dying, yes.

But, what if this was Q's Hail Mary?

What if Q used the last of a different category of Q Powers? No to teleportation. Nada with telekinesis. No more finger snapping.

What if this was Q's final "disguise", "mind insertion"?

Because Q is desperate to reach Picard, this may have been his only shot at guiding Picard to that moment where he suddenly realizes that Q isn't the enemy.

Amazing how quickly Picard realizes and understands this!

Therapy can take years, and seeing a longtime "enemy" in a whole new light doesn't usually happen in 20 minutes.

This show absolutely sucks, but I think the only way to make any sense of it is to consider larger connections that aren't exactly spelled out.

Some of you reading this may write it off as fluffy headcanon.

You may be right.

But, considering how "intellectual" they wanted the show to be, I wouldn't be surprised at all if there were subtexts abound all over the place.

It's so satisfying when the oh-so subtle pieces fit together and it makes sense.

I 100% believe Q was behind this. He was running out of time, and with only three episodes left in the show (bc the show had to focus on all that Agnes Borg stuff, even though the show is supposed to be all about Picard 🙄), Q had to step it up.

We were running out of show episodes, so Q had to move things along with Picard.

As Q said to Picard in Episode 2: Penance, "Do you want me to cut to the chase?"

I say someone definitely cut to the chase with Picard in that therapy session and replay of his childhood. How efficient was all that?

That's the work of someone who knows exactly which points to highlight to Picard.

Shame the writers didn't know to highlight the best points of the season, which were Q/Picard-related.

Instead, we got prison busses, Borg drama, and cocktail parties.

Q, you got shortchanged.

#qcard #star trek q #q #star trek pic #john de lancie #patrick stewart #star trek

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;; Kinktober 2022 Day 12 Pierre-Luc Dubois - Force Orgasm

Summary: It’s time for PLD to meet your friends, and you are very nervous about the introductions at the Halloween party you will be attending together - but PLD has just the right thing to keep your mind from your woes: a wearable vibrator. Notes: You call PLD “Luc” Kinks & TW: pre-established relationship, sex toys, vaginal fingering, public sex (use of sex toy in a public space - crowded room), overstimulation Word Count: 2598

TAGLIST : @wingedwheelprxncess , @emsully2002 , @charles11700

Hand unsteady, you struggled to fix your makeup just right. It had been your third attempt already. Your false lash had been crooked, your eyeliner smudged and your lipstick was not the right color to go with your costume. You let out a frustrated huff as you reached for yet another makeup wide to carefully wipe the lipstick away - and you could only hope that you wouldn’t wipe away your foundation in the process. You needed to look perfect for the costume party, if not to override your own insecurity but to prove to your friends that you were worthy of the man that had quickly become your boyfriend - because hell, at times you still didn’t feel good enough for him.

He was an NHL player after all, and NHL players didn’t typically have eyes for girls like you. Your friends have been sure to remind you of that when you first matched with him on the dating app you had been shamefully using for months as a last-ditch effort to form some kind of connection with anyone. Some had been so cruel, saying that you had to be getting catfished, you almost hadn’t agreed to meet him at all - but you were glad you did.

The first few weeks you had kept it all on the down-low, not telling anyone, not even your parents, and you and Luc had spent most of your time hiding away in his apartment or your own - but tonight was the night he was finally going to meet your friends. You had protested at first, but Luc was not one to miss out on the chance to dress up for Halloween, especially since he had the night off.

“You worry too much,” you heard his voice from behind you, drawing your eyes from your own reflection to his in the mirror, “you look great, really.”

You shook your head slowly, a heavy sigh taking your shoulders as you touched up your lipstick for what would be the last time. The two of you would need to be leaving soon. You hung your head for a moment, your hair falling down into your face as your eyes shut. You were in no way ready for this. You could hear his steps as he moved to join you in front of the mirror, his large hands moving over your hips and carefully turning you around to face him. You didn’t open your eyes until you could feel him take your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tipping your head back to look up at him.

“I know you’re nervous,” he spoke, his words slow, “but you look great, and we’re going to have a good time tonight because it’s going to be you and me. Right?”

“Right,” your word was a mere whisper on your lips as you let your eyes open.

Damn, he was pretty when he looked down at you like that - with care and compassion in his eyes. His thumb stroked your shin slowly, his smile growing as yours had begun to form. “That’s my girl,” he cooed, “you’ve got nothing to worry about, and I’ve got the thing to put your mind at ease-”

“Oh?” you raised a brow at him, perking up, you loved surprises.

“You’re not going to be worrying about your friends all night when you’re going to be worried about this,” he spoke slowly as he reached back into his pocket and pulled out a pale pink sex toy that sent your eyes wide.

It was a wearable vibrator. You swallowed hard. Luc loved his toys, and you had never had any issue appeasing him before, but never did you think he was going to propose something like this.

“How does it work?” you asked almost hesitantly, and his eyes lit up.

“It’s not much different than the others,” Luc assured gently, placing it in your palm to ease any worry you may have about it being too big, “you’ll wear it out tonight, and if I feel like you’re worrying tonight, I can just turn it on with the app on my phone - and you know I will…”

And he would. Luc didn’t fool around when it came to your pleasure.

“I don’t know if I’m going to be able to handle it, Luc,” you pouted nervously, “in a room full of people like that. You know how I get.”

“Oh, I know,” Luc smiled as he took your face in his hands and let his thumb trace over the lower lobe of your lips, “and if I see you try to sneak away and try to take it out while you’re there, I will make sure the whole party knows who’s making you cum. Now up, onto the counter.”

Your cheeks flushed a bright red as you stepped back and lifted yourself up onto the bathroom counter. His hands left your face and slipped up the short skirt of your costume, blindly seeking out your panties. Fingers tugged at the cotton fabric, dragging them down your legs before dropping them to the bathroom floor - you wouldn’t be wearing any for the rest of the night. You held your breath as he palmed your clit, and let the tips of his fingers rest at the entrance to your core to see just how wet he could get you.

A knock at the front door shocked your body. You knew your friends would be coming to pick you up, but his touch had always consumed you. Your lips parted as if to call out to your friends who waited outside your front door, but no words left you. You were rendered speechless as he eased a single digit inside your cunt. It was near slick enough for him now.

“Just a minute!” he called out to the front door, a devilish grin on his face as he leaned in close to you. His every breath washed over your face as he fucked you with a single finger. When he spoke again, his voice was dropped low as if there was a risk of them overhearing, “I can invite them inside, make them sit in the next room while I help you with your costume.” The lie slipped off his tongue effortlessly, his smile only growing as you shook your head.

“Don’t you dare,” you bit out, your walls clenching around his finger at just the thought, “we should go-”

“We’ll go, when you’re ready to go,” Luc told you firmly, a second finger slipping up inside you, stretching your walls out just enough with the pump of his fingers. He teased you with his fingers, your hands gripping at the edge of the counter until you were dripping arousal down the length of his hand. “That’s my girl, you ready?”

You whined out as you nodded, his fingers leaving a void that the wearable vibrator was eager to fill. You bit at your lower lip as he eased it inside you and you were relieved with how comfortable it seemed to be with part of it inside you while the rest cupped you and rested around your clit.

Stepping back Luc wiped his hands on the towel and he gave you enough room to ease yourself from the counter. You took too careful steps, gauging just how securely it was inside you. You took an uneasy breath, you looked up at Luc who was still wearing that devilish grin. He was going to have far too much fun toying with you tonight.

You were in the backseat of the car, sitting next to Luc a little too quiet when he tested the vibrator the first time. You near lurched out of your seat at the gentle vibration - you had almost forgotten it was there. Your eyes shot to your friends first, and then to him who sat beside you, leaning against the cold window, as his phone cast a glow against his smiling features. You began to talk with your friends after that.

The second time came when the Halloween party was full of life around you. The music was loud, and your drink was too sweet. The jokes were no longer funny, the music too loud and Luc had quickly taken the attention of most of those in attendance. Not that you minded too much, it helped keep some of the focus off you as his hand slipped into his pocket and he sent a powerful vibration into your cunt. You bit your tongue to hold back a groan, your hands fumbling with your empty cup as you had been reaching for the ladle in the punch bowl. Narrow eyes searched through the crowded party, finding Luc with ease. He was seated at a table, surrounded by more people than you cared to count, and while he conversed with them, his eyes were focused on you and how you reacted to the buzz he had sent through your body.

You raised your brows at him, an attempt to caution him - as if he would listen, it would only fuel him further. And it did. His hand dipped beneath the table and in seconds you were met with another long and intense vibration that had you seeking the bar for support.

“Are you okay?” came the sweet concerned voice of your friend from behind you.

The vibrations persisted.

“Yeah,” you managed a smile and straightened up, “I think I just need to slow down on the punch.” Which was a lie. You were sure you were the soberest person in the room, but you were the only one with a sex toy wedged into your cunt.

Bending down carefully, you picked up your plastic cup and tossed it into the trash before standing up and offering your friend a smile. “I’m going to go save Luc-”

You moved through the busy party, pushing past dancing bodies and the swarm that surrounded your boyfriend - there was no one more famous than a Jet’s player in Winnipeg and in times like these you hated that. You wanted him all to yourself.

“Hey,” you spoke softly as an arm wound around your waist. Luc drew you in so effortlessly, taking you onto his lap when there wasn’t a chair for you to sit on. You look down to hide the smile that began to grow - especially as your friends gave you that look - that one that didn’t quite say sorry, no it was one that silently told you that they hated being wrong. Your smile became smug as you eased into the conversations around you, and for a time you actually felt comfortable in a room full of your peers - even Luc was having a great time now that you had gotten over your nerves, but as the night grew later he was growing impatient.

You had let yourself indulge in one of the party games when you felt the buzz of the vibrator deep inside you. It was gentle, a mere subtle reminder of what you had tucked away in your cunt. You cast a glance back over your shoulder to Luc. You were still seated on his lap and you were sure he could feel it against his own strong thigh. You were being a good girl, why was he trying to punish you? Then you saw the glimmer in his eye. He wanted to play.

Shifting almost uncomfortably on his lap, you did your best to focus on the cards in your hand. But as the intensity grew, it was going to be more difficult to hide your reactions. Your hand gripped at your cup, your drinking becoming more frequent to keep your mouth from drying, and your conversations grew longer in a desperate attempt to ease the intense vibrations. But he only persisted. Luc wanted to test your limits. He wanted to make you cum.

It quickly became clear that the room crowded with people was far from a deterrent for Luc, as his hand remained glued to his phone beneath the table and the intensity only continued to grow. Biting down on your lip, you fought back a groan and shifted on his lap in a desperate attempt to ease the vibrations against your clit but it only worsened. The vibrator shifted oh so slightly inside you, pressing up and jittering against your g-spot.

“Holy fuck,” you gasped out, drawing the attention of those in earshot. It sent your skin ablaze to have so many people looking at you during such a vulnerable moment. Your eyes went wide, looking between your friends and Luc who sipped at his drink to hide his smile. Your palms grew sweaty as you began to panic, and you were quick to find your words as Luc’s vision dropped beneath the table. The intensity of the vibrator had you casually dragging your cunt down the length of his thigh. He was punishing your silence. “Holy fuck is it hot in here,” you added, “I think I need to get some air-”

You tried to stand, but Luc’s hold around your waist only grew tighter. “You’ll freeze out there dressed like that,” Luc muttered to you gently, his hand leaving his phone beneath the table so it could come up and caress your cheek, “can someone grab her some water?”

You wanted to curse him. To whine and beg him to free you of the pleasure that had become almost painful against your clit. You wanted to sneak off to the bathroom and ease the vibrator from your cunt and most of all you wanted him to fuck you - but he wanted to watch you come undone in a room of your peers.

“Thank you,” you near gasped out as you reached out for the cup of water as it was brought to you. Unsteady hands brought it to your lips, and you choked back each gulp. You chugged it quickly, leaving you breathless and for a moment the intensity against your clit eased. “That feels much better,” you sighed, making sure to meet Luc’s eyes.

“Does it?” Luc looked at you. Everyone else at the table would see his compassion and concern, but only you would see the flicker of enjoyment in his eyes. “Good,” he stroked your hair back slowly.

And just when you thought he would let the vibrations fade, his fingers dug into your waist and the intensity returned. He wasn’t going to let you off the hook that easily. The only way the vibrations would end would be if you came - and you would need to be discrete about it.

One hand on your drink, the other dropped to Luc’s thigh and you gripped it tightly. You had every intention to leave a bruise behind as you felt the burn of your climax hitting you like a tsunami. You felt as if you were suffocating as you were forced to hold back any sound that would indicate that you were being met by such intense pleasure. Every laugh you forced out, every conversation you tried to uphold sent an ache to your chest as your cunt began to throb around the wearable vibrator. It gripped it like a vice grip, desperate to take it in deeper but it was already at its limits. You craved to buck your hips, to grind at Luc’s thigh until the waves of your pleasure had consumed you so fully it felt like you were drowning - but instead, you were forced to sit on Luc’s lap with nothing more than flushed cheeks and a crooked smile as you came undone.

#pierre-luc dubois #pierre luc dubois #;;kinktober2022 #hockey smut #hockey rpf

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chaoffee · 2 years

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Sunsets, and smiles

Characters: Aether x gn! reader

Genre: fluff

Au: Canon

Warnings: semi-proofread ; ooc perhaps

Notes: gasp, has Luc finally come out of his hiding place to write something? That's correct ✨️ while drawing, I had this cute idea of Aether caressing your cheek and calling you pretty. Got me weak, this piece has.

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Aether glanced at you every few seconds only in hopes to catch how to setting sun would light on your gentle expression. You and him had been helping a few citizens of Liyue with things they needed or wanted to do the whole day. It was only now that the two of you could finally stand still and enjoy the scenery with its ever gentle breeze. Even after a day of hard work, you still seemed to have a radiance to you. With one last glance he caught you smiling so gently and genuinely.

He couldn't take his eyes off the smile you were sharing so generously with the world. It was a miracle you hadn't caught him staring with how long he stood there only staring at you. You must've been deep in thought not to notice...

He bumps his shoulder gently against yours, getting your attention. "And what might have you smiling at the world like that?" Aether asks, curiously looking at you, fingers twirling a recently plucked Glaze Lily.

You blinked in surprise, "What?"

"Just now, you were smiling," he widens his eyes seemingly having realized something and quickly adds, "Not that there's anything wrong with smiling! I'm just...curious on what could've made you smile."

You looked away from him in embarrassment. "I wasn't even aware I was smiling..." You pause, "I was only thinking about how relaxing this is after being up and about the whole day."

Aether nods, completely understanding where you're coming from. It's rare that the three of you, Paimon included, get to take in a relaxing evening just simply enjoying the moment. It's a welcoming feeling to finally bask in the moment after days or weeks of being to busy to pay anything mind.

A moment of silence fell between you two.

"I hope to see you smile like that again, you looked lovely."

You whipped your head in his direction, cheeks flaring hot in a matter of seconds. "I..." You were left speechless while staring at him.

Aether took this moment to put the glaze lily he was previously fondling with by your ear. He smiled as he placed his gloved hand on your cheek, gently caressing it. "I hope to catch every smile you give to the world," he mutters, causing you to look away from him in embarrassment. "Don't say such sappy things, it's embarrassing..." You mumble.

A light laugh bubbles out from him; he moves his hand to under your chin and gently moves your head to look at him. "I can't be bothered to hide what's only the truth." He says, leaning in to place a soft kiss on your lips. You could've sworn, if it weren't for the lingering that you might've imagined the whole kiss with how soft it was.

Once he pulls away, you couldn't help but look dumbfounded at the goofy expression he has on his face. He has a big grin that reaches his eyes that looked at you with a fondness you couldn't quite place.

Before you could even utter a sentence, the sound of being spawning out of thin air and groaning, caught your attention. "Can we speed up this sunset sight seeing? Paimon think she might just faint from how hungry she is. Paimon can barely stay in the air!"

You and Aether glance at one another before breaking out in laughter. "Paimon, you really have bad timing." Aether states after having calmed down.

"What are you talking about? Why are you laughing?" Paimon asks, her eyebrows knitting in confusion.

"On the contrary, I think Paimon has good timing." You joke, pinching the little faeries cheek, laughing a bit more when she swats your hand away.

"Did you two eat those plants you're not supposed to? Is that what's going on here?" Paimon huffs, crossing her arms as she glares at the two of you.

Aether only shakes his head in amusement, "Let's go get dinner. It's been a long day."

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the-goblin-cat · 28 days

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🐖 for cherries please :)

Cherries my beloved. I did answer some of the questions here, so I will give her the rest here

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

It mutated partly from Therese, one of the prototype names for her. I changed it specifically because Cherise means cherry in frankish and I wanted a princess character with a fruit name as an homage to Princess Peach!

🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

About 2 months younger than Neville, 15 at the start of filmverse, which will progress until the characters early if not late 20s.

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

Neville, our beloved

💼 - What do they do for a living?

She is a student and knight aspirant. In future she will be a full knight. In some non-magical earth human au she would probably be in public service.

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?

Cherise loves playing with animals, horseback riding, hunting, foraging, playing with her dog, but also baking. She would consider herself a foodie.

🎯 -What do they do best?

Fighting.

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

Cherise loves hanging out with her friends, engaging in her hobbies, and taking in a night at the theater.

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

Cherise idolizes her brother Luc and when she was younger would often cling to him when he went riding, and would usually fall asleep before they got home.

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

Also as a child, Cherise fell into a hole full of tiny, newly hatched dragons, who immediately started trying to eat her. They were only the size of lizards, but she was very small, and they definitely took out some bits.

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

Uhh, a lot of things. my proto-filmverse was a kind of edgy urban fantasy show partly inspired by supernatural but with multiverse and time travel (this was before they added multiverse and time travel) and she was like a warrior angel named therese (Eventually cherise became so different from this concept that I spun Therese off into a whole different character). Hard reboot as a princess character for a sort of planetary romance thing that never got any farther, then another multiverse thing...in all these instances she was a side character but as things went on I started liking her more and more as a main character and cut her out of her many lame plots and stuck her in a cohort with other good characters to make something new, primarily Neville.

🌂 - What genre do they belong in?

She belongs in chivalric romance but sadly she is living in the 90s

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

Cherise is cis and bisexual

🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have?

One older brother, Luc. The age difference is fairly significant so he had a hand in raising her.

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

Her powerful energy and optimism!

✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

fairly often, I use her as a stock character in rp and she features in many of the filmverse stories, one alongside neville so far

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

Nah

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

Dragons but only like, scary dragons. Film, her familiar, is too goofy and awkward for Cherise to be afraid of her.

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

I think I answer this fairly thoroughly in the other one. let's just say many many years.

#filmverse #cherise martel #ask game

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Princess

Happy Valentine's Day to all! 💕

✨I wish you all the best with this story about Taiga to celebrate my friend @asunflowerana and her wonderful − 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉 event that brought me so much joy. ✨

Guess who my secret admirer was? Taiga himself! 💌

I send you a big hug, Vesper

-> Valentine's Masterlist 💕

-> more knb stories here 🏀

💣PPS: I apologize in advance for any grammatical and/or spelling mistakes, English is not my first language (bear with me!).

➿Genre: fluff, slice of life, one shot.

all images are from the movie 'Une femme mariée ' -> (Jean-Luc Godard, 1964)

Taiga had tried hard not to fall in love with you, had really tried to ignore your gentle ways, your figure soft in all the places he liked best and your eyes, so bright as they intercepted his when he lingered to look at you. He'd even made a list of all the things he found irritating about you, put off by the disappointment of not having you in his arms during those nights that seemed endless.

Too bad he now felt like a zombie, and he probably even looked like one, given your puzzled expression when you had greeted him at the campus cafeteria. He was tired, numb and hungry, three of the worst conditions for doing what he had put off for too long: confessing his feelings to you.

To make things worse, he was afraid that all this tiredness would make his feelings for you even more obvious. When you were around, he never managed to say anything intelligent or meaningful, just grunted half-answers and quickly changed the subject, expecially when the conversation turned to romantic matters. This made him even more insecure, because he didn't even know what your type was; if you had one.

How could a guy like him, who was only good at sports, be your type?

Princess, that's what he would have called you in his private conversations with the boys on the basketball team, if he hadn't been afraid of being teased to death. Too bad you were indeed rare and precious in his eyes, and worthy to rule the law, especially in the realm of his heart.

"How pathetic!" he huffed, drawing your attention away from the phone.

"It is" he heard you nod " But, on the bright side, if we order the Valentine's menu we get free strawberry cake! Looks delicious, doesn’t it?" you asked, showing him your phone screen, where the red and white cake stood out.

You were the one who looked delicious, according to him.

“Whatever, any extra large menu will be fine, go get your damn cake!" he replied, earning a smile and a pat on the head in gratitude.

How could he ignore how much he adores you, when such a simple gesture could quicken his pulse? He sighed and leaned his face into his hand, as he watched your figure walk away towards the order totem pole.

What an absolute loser he must have looked in the eyes of everyone watching you!

Not even the kindness of walking you to get your food, not even a compliment, just his stubborn tough guy pose. He was afraid of being hurt, that was the truth. If things didn't go as planned, he couldn't bear to lose you as a friend, but most of all he couldn't bear to see you happy with someone else. It was not possessiveness on his part, but rather further proof of how much he needed you.

"Taiga, you're being particularly weird today! " you inform him as you sit down next to him, a waft of your good scent reaching his nostrils, making it impossible not to think about how much he'd like to take you in his arms and kiss you.

"Not enough sleep, that's all! " he replies boredly, fiddling with the electronic device, deluding himself that squeezing it might speed up the vibration that alerts you that you lunch’s ready.

"What's bothering you? The winter tournament is over, the summer one is far away, your grades are decent..." he hears you sigh, roll your eyes into his and tighten your lips, as if you had just realised something obvious.

Too bad, the only thing he's sure of is that he didn't understand anything, not even why you suddenly offered to go to the counter and get your lunch in person. Maybe you can't even stand his presence anymore, or maybe the damn cake is more interesting than him.

Lunch passes slowly, unusually quiet.

You finally get to the cake, but even that doesn't seem to put you in a good mood. You barely nibble at it with your fork, bringing a few crumbs to your lips, before letting out an exasperated sigh.

"Isn't it good?" the redheaded boy asks you. He sees you shake your head as he takes a generous bite for himself and tastes it, approving its edibility.

"Listen Taiga" your voice catches his attention "I shouldn't tell you because I promised, but I can't see you like this, so listen well : Reiko likes you, stop worrying. Eat your cake and run to her. It's Valentine's Day, nothing can go wrong today!” you state and watch, as he puts another big forkful of cake in his mouth.

What happens next, even Kagami doesn't remember how it happened.

What he does remeber is that the sticky icing on the cake suddenly stops him from breathing, he can't get the cake out of his throat, he can't even cough, he can only feel his lungs beating against his chest in search of air.

Then come your hands on his back, bringing oxygen back to him with quick, rhythmic strokes, taking breath back to him and drawing him close to you. You do not care about his cough, you caress his head and do not lose sight of him until his breathing becomes normal and his cheeks lose colour. What hurts Taiga's heart is to see your shining eyes, your worried face, to feel your hands slowly pull away from his hair.

"Don't do this" his voice pleads, his hands running down your arms, squeezing you so tightly that you are the one who needs air now. You rest your forehead in the hollow of his shoulder and hear him sigh as you confess that you were so scared, that he is still the same old idiot, that you have told him a thousand times that big bites are not only disgusting but dangerous and that you would be lost without him and his ugly face.

Then, you look at him because he calls your name.

"I like you" he says simply, staring at you intensely, "That's why I'm torn, because I like you and I don't know how to tell you!" he finishes, blushing a little.

You blink when you hear these words, thinking you've been dreaming.

Perhaps the lack of oxygen has caused him to suffer a momentary hallucination, perhaps this is a clear sign that you should call for help, or perhaps not, as his large hand caresses your cheek and brings your lips close to his, in a gesture that is at once tender and sensual.

"I want to kiss you, spend my days with you, wake up with you, sleep with you. I want to call you princess, I want everyone to know that you are my princess. Mine and mine alone. Just tell me you want it too" he explains.

“Of course I do, I've always wanted you but I always thought that you… ” you stutter, making him smile.

"Enough talk, come here princess" his deep voice urges you.

His fingers cradle your face, his eyes light up when he sees you nod, his lips welcome yours without hesitation and he gives you the first of a long series of kisses: the same ones that, from that day on, he rewards you with to put up with that cheesy nickname.

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