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miothle · 4 months

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be my valentine?💝

#sunday hsr #honkai star rail #honkai star rail fanart #hsr sunday #hsr fanart #my art #fanart #art #HAPPY VALENTINES FOLKS!!!#JUST ONE CHANCE SUNDAY PLS🙏

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asmobeuses · 8 months

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Someone get the horse tranquilizer before I climb this man like a jungle gym.

#✎ asmo's discussions #oh my god i love nanami #losing my shit #oh my god #nanami pls #one chance #kento nanami #nanami kento #nanami #nanami x reader #yall pls chill out #op (me) is 16 and yall r being way too out of pocket #✎ Asmo thirsts

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planet-marz1 · 2 months

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screaming 🫠

#pedro pls just one chance #pedro pascal

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kosalus · 4 months

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year 3 of asking camilla hect to be my valentine (gym edition)

#camilla hect #pls just one chance #the locked tomb #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #nona the ninth #ntn #tlt #gtn #htn #alecto the ninth #atn #tlt fanart #gideon the ninth fanart #harrow the ninth fanart #nona the ninth fanart #my art

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luffyismss · 7 months

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im about to say dangerous things

#sorry not sorry for simping on main but #HELLOOOOOOOOOOO #just one chance law pls pls pls #pls let me hit #none of my thoughts are in the bible #trafalgar law #trafalgar d water law #one piece

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phntmeii · 8 months

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Hii! Can i request jealous sanji x reader? 💗

Jealous!Sanji At the Bar . . .

Pairing: Jealous!Sanji x Pirate!GN!Reader

General Warnings: Touchy guy at the bar, Catcalling/Unwarranted Flirting, Possessive!Sanji

A/N: Any opportunity to write for this man and I'm on my hands and knees barking. Absolutely self-indulgent post so ty anon!! <33 Love all the OPLA requests coming in :p

> Sanji was always one to make his interest in someone almost annoyingly clear. And it applied to damn near everyone he had met.

> He couldn’t help but fall in love all the time. You’d always make fun of how it seemed he fell in love with damn near everything with a pulse.

> It was the whole reason you didn’t take his interest in you as anything special. He flirted with everyone. That was just Sanji’s personality, right?

> You and the rest of the Straw Hats found themselves at a bar to cool off. The sea was unkind and people were even less so. A break was well-needed and well-deserved.

> Everyone found themselves in their own little corner; drinking, dancing, whatever they found most interesting.

> You got yourself your own drink to assist in cooling off. Both seats beside you were empty until a man found himself seated beside you.

> “Hey, pretty thing… Don’t see many like you ‘round here.”

> Already, you were dreading this. There were plenty of seats anywhere else but he had to choose to sit beside you.

> Zoro, who had been watching the room with a beer in hand noticed him sitting down beside you. His arm elbowed Sanji, receiving an already annoyed yell in return.

> Zoro just rolled his eyes, “Hey, waiter. Use your eyes.” Zoro knew that Sanji felt more for you than he did with others and thought it’d be interesting to see his reaction.

> It was not the most earnest thing in the world but he knew it’d be entertaining for him.

> Sure enough, once Sanji’s eyes land on you, all he saw was your back toward him and a man who was smiling all too much.

> He was immediately upset, thinking maybe you were entertaining this guy. But the moment he saw that man’s hand find its way to your back and begin gliding down, he was marching his way over.

> Sanji put his hand on the man’s shoulder, receiving a slight jump from him in reaction. His hand was slightly aggressive in its grip.

> “Apologies, sir. But I need to borrow them for just a moment.”

> Before the man could even get in an annoyed response to having his “goal” taken away from him, Sanji grabbed your arm and walked away with you.

> You were confused as well. You were more than capable of taking care of yourself, especially when strangers tried to get handsy. Your hand was already on the dagger you kept tucked away when the man had approached only to be dragged away by Sanji.

> “Sanji, what the fu-“

> Your speech was promptly interrupted when Sanji took you into the single bathroom, shutting the door and putting you against the door.

> His eyes raked over you like a goddamn animal. It was clear he was annoyed before he looked down and calmed himself. It wasn’t your fault. He was mad at the guy, not you.

> “That guy was being an ass.” He looked up, returning to his overly-cocky grin. “Can’t let mon amour be harassed like that, can I?”

> “I could handle him”

> “Never said you couldn’t, love.”

> He was being overconfident, as per usual, but with how close he was—barely inches away from your own face, words were escaping from you to use in response.

> Sanji’s hand reached up, taking your chin between his two fingers. Making his usual charming smile, he spoke softly.

> “Just be careful, hm? Want you all to myself… I’m not one to share someone… so... perfect."

⤷ divider credits: @cafekitsune

#sanji just one chance pleasepleaseplease i dont bite pls #opla x reader #opla x y/n #opla x you #one piece x reader #opla sanji x reader #opla sanji #opla sanji x y/n #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #one piece sanji

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itty-bitty-sunshine · 3 days

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"You said you love me exactly the way I am"

#theres a reason im this queer /j #silly stuff pls ignore #anyway little ramble time but. i think those two clowns have quite literally given me one of the best gifts i could ever ask for #and that is community #they've given me confort. a constant source of entertainment. friendship with some of the sweetest and most supportive people i ever could-#-have met. they've given me a chance to share one of the things that give me the most joy - my art - to people that are interested in seeing #it. and people like it! people enjoy seeing my stuff for even a second! and they share their stuff with me!!!#falling in love with the daycare attendant is one of the best things to ever happen to me and i will never shut up about it #because i have never seen this much love #and i hope the universe knows how much i love it back #im gonna be an emotional mess moots pls deal with me #anyway who let me be insane about them for [checks calendar] LIKE TWO FUCKING YEARS NOW #sunshine draws #dca fnaf #dca fandom #dca sun #dca moon #beloveds #doodles #self insert #a gift for myself

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cheekylittlepupp · 5 months

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I am unwell...

#astarion #bg3 #astarion ancunin #baldur's gate 3 #mims posts ~#bg3 astarion #baldur's gate iii #astarion baldurs gate #baldurs gate 3 #one chance my smooth brain king pls only one #astarion screenshots

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demaparbat-hp · 1 month

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Almost

#zutara #atla #zuko #avatar the last airbender #katara #zutara fanart #Wip #First page of three is done!!!#Won't be sharing until I have the whole thing but I'm. So. Close!!!!!!!#It's been ages since I started this project omg #But it's worth it #Hopefully I'll get the chance to finish it tomorrow... Won't be making any promises tho #I've missed you guys and I can't wait to share this with you #Anyways I know it's ZK month (and all the content has been WONDERFUL so far) but I won't be participating. Sorry about that.#Working with prompts is such an amazing creative exercise but I know myself good enough to be certain that I'll never get past the first...#... prompt without coming up with seven different AUs and I can't deal with more of those right now lol #Like I've got this Blue Spirit! Katara and Painted Lady! Zuko AU on the works since last week or so. And more lore for the og BS/PL spirits #And also this S3 canon divergence AU... And another one... And another one...#And I need to work on them at my own rhythm otherwise I'll go nuts #So uh #Yeah #Love u all and I hope I'll get to share this one soon (if only to start on yet another comic. I've got ideas for two of them. Yay)#Dema out #(Sorry for the rambling I'm just anxious)#(Don't know why but I stopped caring a long time ago)

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hairaimo · 8 months

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wyll ravengard the man that you are

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 fanart #wyll ravengard #wyll fanart #baldurs gate wyll #bg3 wyll #i want to hold his hand #so badly #just one chance pls

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saddestsquid · 3 months

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Pizza Delivery Guy König :((

18+ !!

All tall and awkward on your doorstep, not being able to meet your eyes as he hands you the warm pizza box. His face immediately burning red when you graze his big hand as you grab the box and slyly pull your blouse down, mentioning to him how you don’t have any money to pay for it.

Asking him what such a big, handsome man is doing delivering pizzas, telling him he deserves a break and pulling him into your house, giggling at him when he knocks his head on the doorframe in his excited rush.

König who stares down at you between his legs like he’s seeing the sunset for the first time, fingers that were tapping nervously against your couches armrest turning into a death grip when you take his stupidly big dick out and start pumping it, muttering impressed coos that have him twitching in your hand.

König who lets out the most adorable whimpers and groans when you take him into your mouth, soft pretty lips stretching wide against his flushed tip. He’s surprisingly respectful for a guy who’s clearly never gotten a blowjob before—not bucking his hips up or pushing your head down until you choke—but you can see his resolve slowly slipping away with every bob of your head, soft hands gripping at whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth (which was about half of the weapon standing between his legs).

But if you drag your tongue against the vein on the side? Yeah, he’s gone. With a deep groan he grabs your hair and shoves your head down as he releases thick, hot spent down your throat, little gasps and whimpers leaving him when you swallow it all up without fail.

König who doesn’t walk out of your house with money, but a satisfied smile and your number.

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Rararara he’s so stupid I love him so much :33

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velnna · 10 months

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More epic gamer moments

#pls astarion one chance #original character #baldur's gate 3

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motheryoon · 4 months

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i love a woman who can kick my ass

#she’s so fine #i need her #pls just one chance #naruto #sakura haruno #sakura #fanart #naruto fanart #naruto shippuden #boruto #artists on tumblr #pro sakura uchiha #sakura uchiha #pro sakura haruno #haruno sakura #motheryoonart

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audditea · 24 days

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Happy birthday to my darling ☺️☺️☺️

Since people are seeing this—reminder to do your daily clicks!! support palestineans and share their support pages!!

#silver twst #twst #twisted wonderland #twst silver #art #happy birthday my dearest darling princess 🫶🫶🫶#ily silver one chance pls #my art

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blue-mood-blue · 6 months

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I’ve grown to appreciate the aus where Shen Yuan enters the story as “Shen Yuan” - same name, probably similar face, generally able to interact with PIDW as himself and change the story through his added presence. I like the sense of “if only you’d been here, things might have been better the first time around” of it all.

And I was thinking, it’s a funny coincidence in that scenario that someone named Shen Yuan gets put into… another Shen Yuan. What are the chances? What a weird twist of fate that Airplane would pick out the name that his most dedicated critic could slip into seamlessly.

What about a version where it’s not coincidence at all?

Airplane goes to school with a kid named Shen Yuan. He’s prickly and hard to approach and a little intense, but Airplane is persistent. In fairness, Airplane is relentless - and maybe it’s a good thing that they end up being friends, because they’re a little too much for anyone else to handle. They balance each other out. They’re the “weird kids” in class and they’re okay with that, because even when they don’t have any words for it, they know they’re not like their classmates, not really. That’s okay; they don’t want to be.

Recesses and breaks are consumed with the elaborate stories that Airplane wants to tell, and all the holes Shen Yuan pokes into them. It’s not mean-spirited, though, even though Shen Yuan isn’t the kind to temper his words. It’s passionate. He cares about those stories the way Airplane cares about them, and it can’t be mistaken for anything else when they lean together conspiratorially across the lunchroom table. They’ve both got notebooks filled with details and characters and monsters. Shen Yuan’s practically got a whole bestiary sketched out in wobbly childhood attempts at art, entries fervently scrawled beside them. Airplane prattles out plots nonstop, always with the promise of shining eyes and being asked “what happens next?”

They come up with a whole world together. Airplane’s going to write about it someday. Shen Yuan is going to read every word.

Shen Yuan misses school. Shen Yuan starts missing school a lot.

Airplane goes to the hospital room instead. He doesn’t think to worry, because Shen Yuan is okay - that’s what he says. He looks okay, and he’s a kid, and it doesn’t feel real that anything bad should happen to a kid. He doesn’t think to worry. He doesn’t think to say goodbye.

It’s one of the older Shen brothers who catches him on the way up to the room one day, in the hallway just outside - snaps at him to go the fuck home, and when Airplane hesitates, pushes him into the elevator and tells him not to come back. “Tells” is a generous way to describe the way the words come out - a growl, a hiss, the sound an animal would make when a hand got too close to a wound.

(It’s not fair to name a villain after him, even if the name never really comes up in the story. He wasn’t trying to be mean. He’d lost a brother minutes before, and he was getting his brother’s friend out of the way so he didn’t have to… see. It isn’t fair, but then, none of it is fair.)

Death feels very real after that.

The notebooks get shoved into a closet, and it’s not until Airplane’s moving out and one falls on him from a high shelf that he thinks about it again. He’s written things, lots of things, but nothing as ambitious as this - nothing as important. It could be good, he considers. He’d promised. Shen Yuan wanted to read it.

The problem was that no one else does, not for a long time, not until Airplane has whittled himself and his art into a corner and into such an unfamiliar shape that he has to wonder how it’s still his own face he sees in the mirror. He has to eat. He has to pay rent. Shen Yuan would yell at him, but Shen Yuan isn’t there to yell at him, and who cares. Who cares if it could have been better? The people who actually are here love it, and it’s paying his bills, and sometimes stories don’t go the way they’re supposed to and the world is fucking unfair. It doesn’t matter.

(It does. But he shoves that thought away along with styrofoam cups and soda bottles to the bottom of a garbage bag.)

Authors are not gods and their power is limited, but Airplane exercises just a sliver of what he’s been granted and gifts an inconsequential sort of immortality. He thinks about making him a rogue cultivator, maybe the kind that goes around documenting beasts and compiling his findings. He thinks about making him someone too powerful for death to touch, or too important to threaten, but when Airplane looks at the world he crafted and everything that’s become of it, it feels like the kindest thing he can do for Shen Yuan is a childhood where he’s loved, and a death that’s peaceful. What does it say about that world, that he’d kill off his best friend too early again instead of making him live there?

(The best writing he ever does is the only, shining moment of humanity that his scum villain ever displays: a lament about death that comes too early, about a brother gone too soon. The commenters praise him. The commenters flatter over how real the emotions feel. The commenters don’t get any response from Airplane on that chapter.)

Death is incredibly real when it comes for him too early, too, still hovering over his keyboard with the story technically finished and incredibly incomplete. Airplane could tell himself that’s because the written version can never be the version in the writer’s head, always shifting and with every possibility still on the table, but he knows better than that. The System knows better than that, with its condescending message about “improving” his writing and “closing plot holes” and “achieving his original vision”...

…and he’s a child again. He’s a child in his own story, he’s Shang Qinghua now without the benefit yet of a peak or cultivation or anything, and maybe he’s a little bitter, and a little scared, and…

And Shen Yuan - with longer hair, with robes, with a couple of older kids watching him from across the street, but undeniably the prickly little boy who used to sit down imperiously across from him and tell him everything that was wrong with the chuck of writing that had been handed to him last period, but with that smile that said he was only invested because he knew it could be better and they were going to make it better - marches up to him with a fire in his eyes and a frown that warns of a coming tirade.

“You told it wrong,” is the first thing he says.

Shang Qinghua wants to ask how him how he’s here, how this is possible, or maybe laugh because, yeah - yeah, Shen Yuan has no goddamn idea how wrong he got absolutely everything.

(Shang Qinghua wants to say “I missed you” and “why did you leave so soon” but he’s here now. He’s right here.)

“I know,” he says instead. “I’m sorry. It all kind of… spiraled out of control.”

Shen Yuan frowns, but then it dissipates the way it always does, and his eyes shine with ideas the way they always used to. “That’s okay,” he relents, grabbing for his hand. “We’ll fix it. We’ll make it what it was supposed to be.”

#scum villain self saving system #svsss #shang qinghua #shen yuan #airplane shooting towards the sky #this got more into the feelings than i thought it would #surprising no one #anyway just! childhood friends au! as a reason for a shen yuan insert!#obviously he is not going to die as a child in this version #shang qinghua would not have that nope not again #also pls consider poor shen jiu who looks at this child that shen yuan has picked out for a best friend like '...really? that one??'#(it's up to you if he's shen yuan's actual brother from his first life)#(put there's a part of me that likes the idea that shen jiu also gets a second chance to spend more time with his brother)#a second chance for them to grow up together!#THAT SAID #RIP TO SHANG QINGHUA #WHEN SHEN YUAN IS OLD ENOUGH TO LEARN ABOUT ALL THE PAPAPA #the LOOKS shang qinghua is going to get #anyway here have a thing because I CANNOT add another au to my drafts thank you and goodbyyyyye

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rosedom · 3 months

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P-p-pussy drunk reader and wrio. Man's squeezing his thighs and reader just keeps licking!!!

"an unnamed player has invited WRIOTHESLEY to play . . . you are destined to drown

✦ㅤㅤ 【 CW 】 dom!gn!reader, sub!ftm!wriothesley, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms that leads to overstimulation, creaming & squirting, pleading + praise .

A/N : i am such a sucker (pun-intended) for wriothesley . . . o(*￣▽￣*)ブ

"do you want to watch, [PLAYER]? press KEEP READING to spectate the match."

Wriothesley is a strong, strong man: this, you know well.

You also know that Wriothesley is not a man to mess with. The muscles—thick and sinewy, those of his one arm bulging with the effort to reach down, to wrap his fingers into your hair, the other with its veins prominent as he clutches desperately to the pillow beneath his head—are not for show, simple as it.

The easy strength his body holds makes it all the more sweeter, then, for him to relinquish all control. He gives himself up readily, for you, writhing beneath you as easy as he breathes, in, out, in, outttttt, a puppy-like, gruff n’ whining, “Pleaseeeeee—”

At least, that's what you think he’s crying about. Like this, snug between his large thighs, your ears are well and out of commission. You lean back, trying to parse out each drawn out syllable, and he lets you go, quick, pulling you away, even.

Face-to-face, Wriothesley is a mess. All that strength, melted away, sunken to the blankets beneath him—it’s riveting, truly. A man so strong, so dominant in every other aspect of his life—here, beneath you.

Beneath lil’ old you. Hah. It’s a little bit funny how the tables have turned; but, more than that, it’s simply endearing. You’re taken in every aspect by this man.

For all that he submits to you, your heart, your mind, your very being—it all belongs squarely to Wriothesley. He’s got you wrapped around his pinkie. Big man, big hand, big pinkie—all of that, all belongs to you.

Soon enough, however—and was it even a second passed, all of your love for him drawn up in one tiny millisecond, too quick to have even really passed at all?—, you’re brought back to the present, thanks to something wet splattering across your chin.

“Oh, baby,” you murmur, collecting the slickness on your fingers and pressing it into your own mouth, catching it on your lips and licking at it with your tongue. He tastes— “delicious.”

His slick, his cunt itself: both absolutely delicious. But his cunt is a resolute mess. It’s puffy n’ a ruddy-red, slick and shimmering in the light. Thick white—his own creaming—dribbles from his hole, blushed n’ flushed and so fucking beautiful.

You run your fingers along his taint, catching the errant streaks of opaque white you failed to lick up, collecting the thin and transparent liquid that didn't quite reach your face at the end.

(Wriothesley isn’t just a creamer, it seems.)

All the while, his fingers curl tight in your hair as he weakly pulls and pushes, caught between wanting your tongue back on him and wanting it gone.

Then, finally, a rather meak, “A-are you—are you done yet?” His voice is shot to shreds, deep but scratchy, entirely broken.

Too bad you're not done yet. You just found out Wriothesley is a squirter, for Chrissake ! Especially when he tastes so perfect—so heady on your tongue, first from creaming and now from squirting—, the mix of thick and thin cum making saliva pool in your mouth.

His cunt is so pretty, covered in the sheen of his cum; you think, then, it’ll be prettier still with your saliva added into the mix.

“You can give me one more, can’t’cha, Wrio?” You squeeze at his legs, your hands slippery, sliding through the slick that covers his inner thighs.

He whines. “I—I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. Do it for me?” (I forgot to mention that you've got him wrapped around your pinkie, too.

Whoops.)

“You can,” you repeat, beginning to dip down your head. His grip on you, however, loosens; he’s letting you do as you please.

He tastes, more or less, the same; but, now, he’s hotter and warmer on your tongue, the scant space between his thighs surrounding you wholly. His cock—a large, chubby lil’ thing, obscenely engorged and twitching like mad in your mouth—is oversensitive, but you focus all your attention on it.

“Oh!” he yells, loud enough for you to hear even through his thighs. You smear your grin against where he needs it most—where he’s most pliant and soft for you—, lick-licking away and getting fill after fill after fill of Wriothesley.

Wriothesley, all encompassing. It is a wondrous sensation that impedes on every one of your senses in the best way possible.

Sight: wholly beautiful, with rogue painting his cheeks and thick tear tracks running down the canvas of red.

Hearing: a breathtaking chorus of moans n’ moans and whines n’ whimpers. He may be muffling his sounds—shoving a sinewy hand into his mouth, gnawing at the scarred knuckles—, but his thighs aren't soundproof, and you’re loathe to miss out on the beauty that spills from his lips.

Smell: simply musk, heady around you and filling your nose with what is entirely Wriothesley. It is intoxicating: a wine straight from Mond, right between a Fontaine man’s legs.

Touch: him, him, him. You’re touching his thighs to hold him still and open, and you feel him against your face, your chin, your mouth and tongue all at once.

Taste: Wriothesley, Wriothesley, Wriothesley. His cunt, his cock, his fucking ass—it’s so wholly Wriothesley that you're locked right here, lickin’ n’ suckin’ and all things sugar n’ spice. You never want to leave.

(Besides, with that vision sitting strapped to you, you can’t truly drown. This is perhaps the best blessing of the Vision.)

“Too much, ‘s too—” Wriothesley's words flow in your ears all choppedly, all bunched and fucked up. Yet you keep licking, collecting all the slick on your tongue and swallowing it down and bringing him closer and closer to the next peak.

When you speak next, you speak it against his cock. You say, “You taste so perfect, such a perfect cunt for me. Won’t you cum? Mm—” obscene slurps interrupt your words, “won’t you cum again, baby? Cum all over my tongue like a good boy? Make me all messy?” The movement of your lips, the vibrations sent from your throat—it all drives Wriothesley further mad with pleasure, hips bucking against your grip; yet, not once, does he manage to kick off your grip. He very well could, but he doesn’t.

He deserves to cum for that, doesn’t he? And cum he does, thighs locking tight around your head, fingers bunching up locks of your hair in his hard grip. The cry ripped from his throat reaches through your muffled hearing, but you do not lean back.

You lick, and lick, and lick, lick him right through his orgasm until he starts shivering, until he begs, “No more, no more, please, ‘s too much,” and other illegible nothings, until he finally lets go and squirts into your mouth.

You lean back, finally satisfied. You kiss away the leaking slick and creamy-cum combined, crawling up his body to kiss him. He reciprocates eagerly but tiredly, softly moaning at the taste of himself on your lips. Leaning back, you ask, short and sweet and simple, “Good?”

Wriothesley does not respond, for he is already falling into slumber. You laugh, light, kissing away the furrow in his brow—the same one he always seems to develop post-coitus. “Goodnight, my darling,” is the last your lips move, tonight; you fall asleep, him cuddled into your arms stark naked, with the lingering taste of him in your mouth, and it is the best either of you have ever slept.

and a secret sixth sense: horniness. thank u so much for reading ⁠♡

10 MAR. 2024, @rosedom, rosey .

#ㅤ✦【 ASKS 】#i just know this man would have some insane bottom growth as well . . .#insanely large and insanely sensitive <(＿　＿)>#sub wriothesley #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley smut #sub genshin #genshin smut #genshin x reader #sub character #gn reader #dom reader #wrio one chance pls pls pls

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