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shadowdaddies · 6 months

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Hey! I have another request if it’s not too much trouble. Can you do a Cassian x Azriel x reader fic plz? I wanna see if these two would have a competition to see which one of them is better when carrying the reader over their shoulder. I honestly think it’ll be hilarious.

Hi!! This was so much fun, it starts off funny and silly but I couldn't help it, it gets suggestive at the end lol. Thank you for the request, this was really enjoyable to write!💜

Rescue Me

Azriel x Reader x Cassian

Warnings: takes a suggestive turn at the end but nothing explicit

With an arched brow, you looked up from your book at the two Illyrian males standing before you, arms crossed over their chests, expectation in their eyes. You studied them for a minute before letting out a scoff. “No. Leave me out of your stupid male arguments.” Azriel rolled his eyes, Cassian stepping forward to carefully pluck the book from your hands.

“Hey! Don’t you dare lose my place in that book, Cassian,” you protested, furious that you couldn’t seem to make it to the end of that chapter without one of them interrupting you. Cassian gave you a mischievous grin. “I’ll give the book back to you with your place marker if you’ll just help us with this.”

After a pointed glare at each of them, you finally relaxed - sighing as you pinched the bridge of your nose between your fingers, you gestured to Azriel. “What exactly do you pests need from me?” Az smirked, stepping forward as he clasped his hands behind his back. “Cassian thinks that he has better stamina than I do. In the event of an emergency, say where we need to rescue a damsel,” he paused to gesture at you, “we need to know who would be better suited to the task. For efficiency’s sake.”

You pressed your lips together, a deadpan expression on your face. “Mhm. Efficiency is crucial, indeed.” Taking in their eager expressions - Cassian practically bouncing on his heels as Azriel subtly tapped his foot - you finally relented. “Alright, fine. But what’s in it for me?” Cassian let out an excited whoop, throwing a fist in the air. Az merely studied your face, smiling faintly - the expression you’d come to know that meant he was reading you like a book.

Looking at Cassian, then you, Azriel jerked his chin to the hillside behind you. “We each carry you to the top of the hill, whoever runs up there the fastest wins. The loser has to... What do you want? Chocolate cake and a massage?” You smirked at that suggestion. Azriel truly knew you too well. You stood, shaking each of their hands. “It’s a deal, then.”

Cassian stretched his arms, taking deep breaths as he studied the hill ahead of him. “I’ll go first,” he asserted to Azriel, who merely nodded, the picture of casual confidence. “I’ll start the timer when you’re ready, then, brother.” You bit back your laugh as you watched the two males’ competitive sides come out, shaking your head as Cassian led you to the starting line.

Stepping into a lunging position in front of you, Cassian yelled to Azriel, “start the timer, now!” With no warning, Cassian threw you over his shoulder and began bounding up the hill. You were bouncing, struggling to find a comfortable hold as he gripped you like a sack of flour. “For Cauldron’s sake, Cass! Could you make this any more uncomfortable for me?”

He huffed out a laugh. “It doesn’t have to be comfortable, sweetheart. I just have to get there fast.” You rolled your eyes, turning back to face the bottom of the hill. “I pity your sexual partners if that’s your philosophy.” Cassian playfully smacked your ass at the comment. “Hey!” you shouted, swatting his back as you laughed at him, just as he grabbed the flag at the top of the hill, signaling his finish. “For the record, that is not my style when it comes to my lovers,” Cass murmured in your ear, keeping a hand on the small of your back as the two of you marched your way back towards Azriel at the starting line.

In an attempt to hide your blush at his comment, you turned to Azriel. “You ready, Shadowsinger?” Az stepped forward to the starting line. “Of course, angel. This will be over before you know it. Start the timer, Cass.” The moment Cass pressed the watch, Azriel picked you up bridal style, his warm muscular arms holding you close as shadows swirled around you. You blinked back your dizziness to see that you had arrived at the top of the hill, Azriel still holding you as he grabbed the flag and turned to wave at Cassian with a smirk.

“That’s not fair!” Cassian yelled from below, just before Az brought you back to the start. Rolling your eyes, you ignored their bickering as you made your way inside the house, plopping down on the sofa. You needed the rest from being thrown around like a duffle bag. Cassian and Azriel were close behind you, Cassian sitting on the ottoman where you had propped your feet while Azriel leaned over the back of the sofa.

“I clearly won, Cass. The competition was who would be more efficient at getting our dear damsel out of distress. You never said I couldn’t use my shadows.” Cassian looked to you, outrage on his face as he sought your assistance in their argument. You thought for a moment, smiling as an idea came to you. “Well, Azriel is correct that you didn’t specify no use of shadows. But Azriel, you did say that the goal was to run up the hill the fastest. You didn’t run... But you did beat Cassian’s time...”

Azriel leaned over the edge of the couch, his face close to yours as he arched a questioning brow. “So what does that mean, angel?” A devious grin on your face, you looked between the two males. “I believe you both lose.” Azriel chuckled darkly, as though that was the answer he expected you to say.

“Mm, so that would mean we both owe you a massage, then,” he murmured, his eyes on Cassian as scarred hands moved to your shoulders, rubbing your tense muscles. You let out a contented sigh, leaning back against the couch as Azriel’s lips came dangerously close to your neck. Cassian took hold of your boots, slipping them off as he began massaging your legs, and you practically melted into the cushions.

Azriel’s soft breath tickled your neck as he spoke in a low, gravelly voice. “This is what you wanted the entire time, wasn’t it, angel? Both of us touching you?” You swallowed, breathing becoming shallow as you wondered what you had gotten yourself into.

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natti-ice · 3 months

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I just discovered you and I’m crazy for your Eddie and Steve smuts like it’s unhealthy. Idrk if you take requests but you wrote that Eddie is into pegging🤭🤭 could you elaborate plz? I feel like thats so hot and I would just die! LOVE YOUR CONTENT YOURE AMAZING

First Time Pegging Eddie.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Dom!fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ mdni, pegging

Thank you so much bby<3 I’m so happy that you like them!

Reblogs & comments are greatly appreciated<3

Eddie was the one to bring it up, since the beginning of your relationship you both have been very open about your sexual wants and needs. You were both laying in bed one night cuddling when he brought the idea up to you.

"Hey, baby?" He whispered softly into your hair, his arms were wrapped around your waist holding you close to his chest.

"Yes?" You respond, tiredness laced in your voice

"Do you know anything about pegging?" This question immediately wakes you up, you turn your head to the side to face him

"Are you suggesting what I think you are, Eddie?" You ask scanning his face for any uncomfortableness but you can't find a trace.

A wide smile grows on his face "I wanna try it, you know to see if we like it... what do you think?"

You giggle softly "I would love to try it, baby"

The next day, you both set out to your local sex shop to find the perfect strap on. Eddie picked up each dildo that they sold and examined them to see the different shapes and styles that they offered, you watched him as he searched for the perfect one. You could feel yourself becoming more and more excited as the image of him bent over the bed play in your mind.

"This is it, this is the one" he shows you a box for a purple dildo that was seven inches. He chuckles playfully and says "let's get home and try this bad boy out"

Once you made it home he immediately pulls you straight into the bedroom and sits on the bed, he starts to open the dildo box with a smile so big you would've thought it was Christmas.

"Take your pants off, baby" he says and helps you out of them, he then puts the harness on you and tightens it so it's snug. He fumbles with his own pants as he tries to take them off as quickly as possible, you giggle at his eagerness

"Calm down, honey" you tease "it's not going anywhere"

"I know I know, I'm just excited" he chuckles and pulls down his pants exposing his already erect cock. You straddle his lap and start to make out with him, making sure he's prepared for what's to come.

After an intense make out session, it's finally time for the main event. "Get on all fours" you whisper seductively in his ear.

"Yes, ma'am" he smirks and lifts you off of him and gets into position

You stare down ass his bare ass as he offers himself to you, your heart beats faster than it ever has before. You take a bottle of lube and apply some to the tip of your fingers, you rub them together to warm it up. Slowly you rub your fingers on his puckered hole causing him to shutter.

"Easy there, baby" you say softly "just relax and let me take care of you"

"O-okay" he takes a deep breath to help calm himself

You spend a few minutes working your fingers in and out of his ass to stretch him open a little bit so it won't be so uncomfortable. Finally it's time to put it in. You lube up your fake purple cock and gently tease his hole with it.

"I'm gonna put it in, baby, just breathe for me" your words calm him instantly and almost make him even more excited

He nods in response and you slowly push into him causing him to let out a gasp, you pump in and out slowly to help him get accustomed to the size.

"Oh fuck" his voice shakes

"That feel good?" You ask, you would stop immediately if he said no

"So fucking good" he breathes out "I need more"

"Good boy" you praise and give him more

As you increase your speed, he increases his volume. His breathless pants turn into loud moans that fill the entire bedroom, you're so turned on by how much he loves you fucking him. You don't stop your thrusts for a moment as you reach your hand between his legs and start to jerk him off.

"You gonna cum for me?" You ask mockingly, already knowing the answer

"Y-yes, gonna cum" his voice is slightly muffled as his face is pressed against the mattress

Knowing his climax is imminent you speed up just the slightest bit to send him over the edge, his breathing becomes even heavier and his body begins to twitch

"SHIT!" He yells, his body convulses as cum flies out of his cock, his warm sticky seed covers the bed sheets and the back of your hand

"Fuck that was so hot" you laugh softly and slow down your thrusts as he rides out his high

#natti’s 18+#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #stranger things smut #stranger things

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dancingbirdie · 8 months

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Would you plz do a fic with Astarion when tav and the party looted a bunch of alcohol and take it back and drink it and celebrate at camp but tav gets a little drunk and astarion starts realising his feelings for them? 😳

I’d love astarion to take care of me after a few drinks 😂

Bless you anon, for gifting me this fic idea. It practically wrote itself and saved me from being bored all day at work. I hope you enjoy it!

A Night of Drinks and Realizations

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 3,120

Warnings/Tags: Astarion x GN!Tav, minor act 1 spoilers, drinking, drunkenness, descriptions and references to Astarion's trauma/trauma responses, FLUFF! Non-sexual HEARTWARMING FLUFF!

Song Credit: The Galway Girl by Steve Earle (I do not own rights to the music, lyrics modified slightly to fit the fic)

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Chultan Fireswill tasted exactly as its name suggested - like the last charcoaled bits remaining in a dying campfire. But, Tav had to admit, it got the job done. It was as strong as horse piss on a hot day. They were absolutely soused from just half a bottle. Although, to be fair, Tav hadn’t been a heavy drinker in their past life, before all this illithid tadpole business had come about. Now? Well, they supposed they had much more reason to imbibe.

Tav sat around the campfire with most of the others, enjoying spoils from the goblin camp the party had handily defeated - mostly due to the help that Halsin and Lump the Enlightened’s group had provided. They had yet to make it back to the Emerald Grove as Halsin had requested. Utterly spent from the fighting and fleeing, Tav and the rest of the party had opted instead to rest for the night in the blighted village on the outskirts of the goblin camp. At least there were semi-usable beds in some of the abandoned buildings.

Shortly after setting up camp, Gale had retired early, eager to continue reading some of the dusty tomes he’d been collecting throughout their journey. Astarion had slunk off in search of something to satiate his thirst, leaving the rest of the group in various states of relaxation around the fire. It was a quiet, peaceful evening. Everyone seemed to be deep in their own thoughts, ruminating.

That was until Tav hiccupped loudly, breaking the thoughtful silence that had overtaken the party. Karlach guffawed at the sound, smacking her hands on her thighs.

“Tav’s absolutely PISSED, look at them!” she managed between cackles. The other party members turned to observe them, curious. They had all been running about, fighting, nonstop for the past few days. No one in the party had ever been well and truly drunk in front of the others. There just hadn’t been the time, or the relative safety, to be inebriated.

Tav blinked blearily at Karlach across the bonfire, trying to focus. “‘M not,” they garbled. “‘M perffc-ly fine.”

“Chk. Your tolerance for this weak slop is an embarrassment,” Lae’zel spat from her seat next to Tav. “Give me that,” she said as she grabbed the bottle from their hand, upturning it and consuming the rest of the foul liquid in one go.

Tav smiled amiably and patted her on the knee. “You’re *hiccup* lovely. I forgive you *hiccup* for takin’ my drink.”

Lae’zel stared at them, eyes widened to the size of saucers. Wyll, Shadowheart, and Karlach were nearly bursting at the seams to keep from laughing openly.

“I do not require your forgiveness, ska’keth,” she snapped.

Tav just giggle-hiccupped and smiled again. Looking to the rest of the party, they put a hand to their mouth and stage-whispered, “she’s a little grumpy, that one.”

At this, they all laughed uproariously. Lae’zel rolled her eyes, reaching for another bottle of alcohol piled near the rest of the camp supplies.

“YOU-GUYS,” Tav suddenly shouted in a slur, tottering over to snatch up a new bottle of Chultan Fireswill. “We should have a party. Like, right now, have a party.”

“FUCK YES!” Karlach cheered, chucking an empty mead bottle onto the ground with a resounding crash. “I’m all in, baby,” she said, reaching for an unopened bottle of Ithbank.

“Here, here,” Shadowheart echoed, raising her own bottle. “We could do with a bit of levity and foolishness, I think. Does anyone play an instrument? Some music would be lovely.”

“It’s been a few years but I believe I can still pluck a few tunes on the lyre. Let me give it a go,” Wyll replied, rummaging through his pack supplies to retrieve the instrument.

Moments later, he began plucking a jovial tune that had everyone besides Lae’zel tapping their feet and nodding to the music. After it finished, he continued with a dancing jig Tav was familiar with from the taverns in Waterdeep, although most of the footwork eluded them in their drunken state.

“Where’s Gale and Astarion?” Tav shouted in a sing-song voice, twirling around in a laughable attempt at dancing. “Wake their asses up and tell them we’re having a party!”

“No need for ass-waking, at least for me,” Gale called, joining the party from the direction of one of the abandoned houses. “No one can get an ounce of sleep with you lot frolicking around the fire.”

“GALE!” Tav shrieked as they dance-skipped over to him, tripping slightly and smashing into his chest. “You made it!”

Chivalrous as ever, the wizard kindly grabbed Tav’s arms to keep them upright and restore some semblance of balance to their swaying form. “Quite literally impossible to miss it, Tav. Your voice carries extraordinarily well,” he replied, chuckling.

Tav gave him a rueful smile. “I drank, jus’ a lil’,” they explained.

At this, his face broke into a wide grin. “I can certainly see that. Looks like I’ve got a lot of catching up to do if I'm to match the rest of you!”

He guided Tav over to where Shadowheart was sitting, delicately perched on an old traveler’s trunk near the fire. “Perhaps stay here while I go peruse our stockpile.”

Tav plopped down unceremoniously next to Shadowheart, who quirked a smile. “Enjoying ourselves are we?” she asked.

“Oh yes,” Tav sighed out. “Although it would be even better if Astarion joined us. Where IS he?” they asked, swiveling their head around the village square, hoping to spot his telltale white blonde locks.

“I’m sure he’ll turn up eventually. Maybe he caught himself a big bear and is drinking it dry,” Shadowheart said teasingly.

Tav nodded seriously, “He deserves the biggest bear, ever,” they said, absolutely failing to notice the joke.

Shadowheart scoffed. “Lovesick, little pup?”

Tav giggled, abruptly hiccupped, and then giggled again at that.

“He’s just beautiful,” they finally replied in a dreamy sort of voice.

And then, “Inside and out,” they added, more softly.

Shadowheart threw her head back with a laugh. “Oh gods! You really are lovesick.”

Tav hummed happily. “I think I am, but - OH MY GODS!”

“What?” Shadowheart shouted, startled and peering about to assess the apparently impending danger.

“I LOVE THIS SONG!” Tav shrieked, jumping to their feet and swaying about once more as Wyll began playing another lively tune.

Confession utterly forgotten, they were lost to the strumming of the lyre, spinning like a top that might never stop.

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Astarion had not planned to eavesdrop on the conversation between Tav and Shadowheart as he made his way back toward the camp. Truly, he hadn’t. But, at the mention of his name from Tav, he couldn’t help but wonder what the conversation was about.

Stepping quietly around the corner of the decrepit tavern, he paused to listen. His heightened senses easily picked up on their voices as clear as if he would be standing next to them.

Tav had… feelings for him? Astarion didn’t know what to do with this information. Why were they admitting this so openly? And to a person they barely knew? Was this a ploy? Was Tav banking on him hearing this supposed confession and trying to lull him into some false sense of security? The paranoid part of his mind was absolutely convinced of it.

But no, surely that couldn’t be it, another more reasonable part of his brain asserted. Lost in his thoughts, he observed Tav whirling about the campfire with their bottle of booze spilling out. They accidentally doused Lae’zel with a spurt of liquid, causing the Githyanki to swear loudly and move to the other side of the campfire.

Astarion huffed a laugh. No, Tav was… many things… but devious was not one of them. He had observed them enough throughout their travels the last few days and had come to the conclusion that Tav was as harmless as a week-old pup to those they liked and trusted. They were genuine, transparent, and… open… to his utter confusion. And, okay yes, his considerable annoyance.

But Astarion was truly hard-pressed to remain annoyed at Tav for long. They were just so gods-damned pure. As pure as the sun’s rays. Being annoyed with them was like being annoyed at the sun for existing. It couldn’t help what it was. Tav couldn’t help who they were. It would be a mistake, a waste of time, to despise them for their nature.

He envied them for that. But above all else, if he were being totally honest with himself, he craved their attention just as much as he relished the actual sunbeams he’d been able to feel on his skin for the first time in over 200 years.

But still, Astarion had no idea how to process this revelation, that the-pure-sun-incarnate-Tav had love for him. Love. Not merely lust, desire, or attraction. Now those he was familiar with. Those had been a currency he’d transacted on Cazador’s behalf for so many years. But love? Love was an unknown concept to him. It had never been something he’d tried to cultivate in the minds of his victims. Astarion wasn’t even sure he understood what love actually was.

A series of loud bangs startled him from his circling thoughts. He looked up and chuckled at the sight he beheld.

Tav had found several scrolls of minor illusion in Gale’s packs and had begun to set off fireworks. Bright green, pink, and yellow sparks were careening into the sky, exploding into images of flowers and pixies to the utter delight of Tav. The rest of the party were loitering about, laughing at Tav as they clapped their hands in joy.

Seeing as this would perhaps be the best time to integrate himself into the party, Astarion strolled toward the campfire. Grabbing a bottle of some cheap swill they’d looted, he took a seat beside Shadowheart and nodded in a cheers sort of motion to the cleric. She raised her bottle in acknowledgement.

“Come to watch the wonder that is Tav utterly debauched?” she quipped.

“I must say, I rather like them like this, all uninhibited and bawdy” he replied, his eyes following Tav as they danced and gyrated their way over to Wyll, who was plucking out another familiar tavern tune.

“Wyll, do you know the song ‘The Amphail Girl’?” Tav asked too loudly, hiccupping.

“I do, but gods Tav, I don’t know that I’ve ever tried playing it,” Will admitted.

“Okay, okay,” Tav sighed in a mock-morose tone, stopping Wyll from playing by placing a hand on the lyre strings. “Then you must pass the lyre my friend and be ready to take some *hiccup* notes.”

Wyll, ever the good sport of the group, obliged Tav’s demand and relinquished the instrument.

Astarion chuckled. “Oh, dear. They’re not about to actually put on a performance, are they?” he asked in a somewhat-rhetorical question toward Shadowheart.

She chuckled. “It appears so. Liquid courage really does wonders, it seems.”

They both watched as Tav began plucking at the strings of the lyre until they stitched together the right tune. After a few beats of strumming, they began to sing.

“I took a stroll down the old long walk

Of the day I-ay-I-ay

I met a little girl and we stopped to talk

Of a fine soft day I-ay

And I ask you friends, what's a fella to do?

Because her hair was black and her eyes were blue

And I knew right then I been takin' a whirl

Down the Salthill Prom with an Amphail girl”

The entire party watched, enraptured, as Tav sang the lyrics in a beautiful, high tenor voice. Their hands never missed a chord, performing as though they knew the song by heart.

“Did you cast Guidance on them?” Astarion whispered to Shadowheart, as Tav strummed the bridge of the song.

“No, I haven’t touched my magic since this afternoon,” she replied. “This is all Tav. Shocking, considering how inebriated they are.”

It seemed the rest of the party members were in equal disbelief that their drunken compatriot could perform so flawlessly. Tav continued the song, smiling as they sang, eyes closed and blissfully unaware of the stares they had garnered.

“We were halfway there when the rain came down

On the day I-ay-I-ay

She asked me up to her flat downtown

On a fine soft day I-ay

And I ask you friends, what's a fella to do?

Because her hair was black and her eyes were blue

So I took her hand, and I gave her a twirl

Oh, and I lost my heart to an Amphail Girl”

And the longer Tav sang, the longer Astarion realized there were cracks now forming in his long-held aloof façade. There they were, singing with their heart and soul, radiating unobtrusive joy. Astarion was enamored by Tav’s utter lack of pretense. He couldn’t take his eyes off them, even if he had wanted to.

“When I woke up I was all alone

With a broken heart and a ticket home

And I ask you now, tell me what would you do?

If her hair was black and her eyes were blue

'Cause I've travelled around, I've been all over this world

Boys, I've never seen nothin' like an Amphail girl”

Tav concluded the song with a final series of strums. They opened their eyes slowly and looked around curiously at the party, as though they had forgotten where they had been before the song began. Astarion thought they had an almost ethereal look in their eyes. Everyone had grown quiet, the meaningful pause leading them toward more introspective thoughts.

Of course, that was before Tav doubled over and hurled the contents of their stomach on the ground. In a blink, that otherworldly moment was gone, and the party members groaned at the mess of ick now puddling in the center of their circle.

Tav wobbled on their feet, very nearly careening to the ground.

Strong arms caught them about the waist before they collapsed.

“Now, now darling, the fun is truly over, it seems. Let’s get you to bed, shall we?” Astarion coaxed, leading Tav toward the tavern.

“You alright taking care of them, then?” Karlach called after him and Tav.

“Yes, yes, I can keep the pup from choking on their vomit,” Astarion promised.

“And make sure they drink plenty of water!” Shadowheart added.

“Astarion?” Tav mumbled, seeming to finally come to, blinking up at the pale elf’s face.

“Yes, darling, I’ve got you,” he murmured, an arm wrapped solidly around Tav’s waist.

“Oh good. Did you get a beat grig bear? Oops,” Tav chuckled, grinning. “I meant a great… big… bear. Shadowheart *hiccup* said you would.”

Astarion didn’t have a bloody clue as to what Tav was talking about, but he nodded along, charmed by their innocent look of excitement.

“We should drink to celebrate!” they said suddenly.

Astarion well and truly laughed. “No, my dear, I think we’ve both done enough drinking for the night,” he responded.

Tav sighed. “I suppose you could be right,” they grumbled.

The two fell into a companionable silence. Astarion carefully walked Tav up the steps of the tavern and guided them toward an old boarding room near the back. There was a bed there, mostly left untouched by grime and pests. In any case, it was a more favorable alternative to sleeping on the ground.

Gently, Astarion pushed Tav to sit down on the edge of the bed. Crouching to his knees, he began pulling their boots off their feet. Tav watched in a daze before lifting a hand to cup Astarion’s cheek.

Concentrating on the laces of Tav’s boots, he hadn’t been expecting their touch. He jumped slightly in surprise. Casual touches were not something he was used to.

At his response, Tav removed their hand from his skin but kept it floating there in the air, as if unsure what to do.

“Sorry,” they murmured. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Astarion held their gaze, pondering them thoughtfully. After a moment, he took Tav’s hand and returned it to his cheek.

“It’s all right,” he said quietly. “I’m beginning not to mind those touches from you.”

Tav gave him a sleepy smile. “Thank you, Astarion,” they whispered and began to slump over onto the bed.

“No no, not yet you don’t,” Astarion said hastily, rising to his feet and walking over to fetch a carafe of water from his pack.

“Here. Drink all of this,” he said, extending the bottle to Tav.

“I don’t want water,” they said, frowning.

“Trust me, darling, you’ll thank me for it in the morning,” Astarion chuckled.

Tav gave a sullen huff. “Fine, but only because you asked.”

They downed the carafe in a couple of drinks before collapsing back onto the bed.

Satisfied that Tav wouldn’t perish from alcohol poisoning - at least not tonight - Astarion made to leave the room. A quiet voice gave him pause just as he was about to cross the threshold.

“Could you stay with me, please?” Tav whispered, watching Astarion through half-closed eyes.

Astarion balked inwardly. Staying in the same bed with Tav would mean something. To Tav. To him. Was he prepared for that? What would Tav expect from him then, in the days that followed? Was this a step toward some kind of commitment? Did he want that?

As the seconds ticked by, he watched Tav’s eyelids close completely. They may not have even been aware that they had uttered that request aloud. They certainly weren’t aware of the effect it had on Astarion. He could just as easily pretend not to have heard them and walk out the door, leaving things as they were between them now: a curious potential.

But watching Tav’s chest slowly rise and fall with peaceful breaths, Astarion felt that craving again. The desire to be in the warm sun. To be touched by the sun’s rays.

Fears be damned, he thought. At least for tonight. He could have this moment, he reasoned. He could have this one night.

And, climbing into bed next to Tav, a part of him thrilled at the way their body turned and curled into his. The complete and total trust they had in him, that he wouldn’t harm them. That he - Astarion - was a safe harbor in which they could rest.

The realization was too much to take in. So foreign. His mind couldn’t make sense of it.

But, as he lay there in the quiet, his hand gently brushing Tav’s locks back from their forehead, listening to their even breaths, Astarion knew one thing. Whatever this new feeling was that Tav was drawing out of him? He wanted more than just a few stolen moments of it.

#bg3 astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion x tav #astarion x mc #astarion x reader #baldur’s gate astarion #astarion #dancingbirdiewrites

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wanderingxiao · 6 months

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Thirst post~ Being married to Scaramouche and becoming super needy while he's at work. Will he come home or nah?

Suggestive Themes, 18+ only plz~ 💜

✨Scaramouche’s Sexting Experience✨

“Sir? Are you okay?” The senior manager of the Fatui computer company was staring intently at his personal phone, his gaze fixated and intense in its contents. His mind was elsewhere, not hearing one of his employees asking him a question. The dark lavender eyes of senior manager Scaramouche were glazed over and immensely intense. His pupils blew out in lust seeing the suggestive string of texts he had gotten from his sexy wife, you.

Wife💀: Scara baby! I miss you <3 I missed you in bed this morning. I was looking forward to tell you aaaalllllll about my wet dream about you ;)

He texted back anxiously, his thumbs flicking across his screen as he typed out his calculated reply to your lewd words. He could already feel a certain tightness growing in his neatly pressed slacks. A noticeable clench came to his jaw, making the employee think that his manager was enraged at whatever he was looking at on his phone. In truth, he was trying to hold back a low groan of anticipation.

ScaraBae💜: You know I have to work, dumbass. Why don’t you give me a show and I might come home early to reenact your dream yeah?

Wife💀: Mmm, I think I can do that 💜

“Sir-“

“What.” He snapped aggressively, reluctantly pulling his dark lavender eyes off of the screen in front of him. “T-The e-expense reports.” The employee sticks a shaky hand out to him with papers in his hand. A rumble came from his phone, and he quickly looked back, eyes fixating on the notification that you had sent him an image. “Yeah, yeah, give them to Childe, I’m busy.” With that, the senior manager walks away to his office quickly, leaving the poor nervous employee standing there with the expense reports. Once he arrived, he sat at his desk and started to fiddle with his belt buckle with one hand while the other typed in his passcode, which so happened to be the date you both got married. His dark lavender eyes narrowed in hunger seeing you sprawled back on your shared bed, your thin shirt showing your erect nipples.

Wife💀: Is this good enough for you baby? Or do you want more? ;) 💜

A low growl left his throat at your snarky reply, his thumb sliding quickly across his screen in quick precise motions to reply while his other hand finally got the buckle of his belt undone. Your teasing was going to be the death of him.

ScaraBae💜: I’m getting a bit bored with this image. Show me something more.

His breathing had increased slightly, his teeth catching his bottom lip to chew on it in anticipation waiting for another image. Once you sent it to him, a low and deep groan rumbled from his chest. You had sent a picture of your shirt raised up to your neck, lovely teeth holding the fabric up while your breasts lay on full display for him. One of your hands was up against one of your boobs, pinching the hardened bud between your nimble fingers. His eyes caught sight of your wedding ring snuggly around your ring finger, and he couldn’t help but get harder at the simple knowledge that you were his, permanently.

Wife💀: Is this more acceptable for you, Master?

God he could just hear you calling him that as he fucked your sensitive cunt into the mattress of your bed, never relenting until he had you creaming on his cock over and over again.

ScaraBae💜: Hmm. Better. What else you got? Slut.

His fingers gripped the zipper of his pants, pulling slowly while the sound echoed in his ears. The palm of his slender yet rough hand slid over his painfully hard erection, putting pressure against the shaft before releasing a frustrated sigh. He wanted to see you now. He needed you, now. Your next reply was a video. His eyes widened in surprise before they became heavily lidded by his overwhelming desire. His thumb pressed the little play button and the first thing he heard was a call of his name, his real name.

“Kunikuzushi… please come home.” Your breath was raspy and laced with ecstasy. The phone was positioned to see your desperate expression. A small saliva stain blemished your thin shirt, drool escaping the side of your lips. Your fingers were playing with your nipples, rolling and pinching the buds between your fingers before your hand slid lower. “Please come home, baby…” He watched with sharp eyes as your hand entered your silky panties, knuckles announcing the position of your fingers. A grotesquely lewd squelch came from his phone, following closely by a hushed moan as your eyes scrunched in pleasure. “Kunikuzushi…”

ScaraBae💜: Take it all off.

He set his phone down for a moment, his eyes never leaving the screen as he impatiently waited for your next sultry video. Both his hands were fumbling with pushing his pants down and slipping his hardened length out of the confines of his boxers. A slow yet loose languid stroke of his cock sent shivers down his spine. He picked up his phone and watched with baited breath as your next video came through, the image before he pressed play already making his grip tighten, his hand moving up and down at a slow pace as he clicked play with his free hand.

“Hmm, Kuni! P-Please… look at me. Look h-how needy, hah, I am for you.” God how he loved the way your lewd eyes stared directly into the camera the entire time you spoke to him. Your fingers were moving steadily inside your core, sinfully wet noises coming from the speakers of Scaramouche’s phone. “Kuni, I want y-you inside me, hah… I want your d-dick inside me… s-stretching me- Hmm! -out so d-deep! Please, Kuni…” Oh how you wish you could see the darkness in his eyes as you call his name like that. His hand gripped at the base of his cock, sliding it up to squeeze against the tip, pre-cum leaking from the raging redness of the head of his length. The video unfortunately ended, much to his dismay. Instead of asking for another…

He video called you.

He relished in the way you answered the call, out of breath with a lewd expression on your face. You couldn't even call his name out properly before he aggressively asserted his dominance over you with a cold and domineering tone. "Shut that whore mouth up, I didn't give you permission to speak so freely to me. All I wanna hear are your moans for more." His forehead began to glisten with sweat, his indigo eyes tracing the voluptuous curves of your body sprawled out and succumbed to pleasure with only the thought of him in your mind. "Show me. Show me that pretty pussy."

"Hmm, Kuni-!" Your hands were shaky, the images on Scaramouche's screen blurred as you struggled to keep your hands steady. As the phone lowered between your legs, Scaramouche couldn't help but lick his lips, his mouth salivating at the sight of your glistening folds covered in your arousal, fingers knuckle deep as you imagined him touching you. "Spread those pretty lips and let me see your slutty hole." He demanded next, his hand moving more furiously against his cock, squeezing against his tip making his hands slippery with his pre-cum. "Beg me. Beg me to come home and fuck you."

"Kuni please-! I-Im so desperate for you it hurts!" Your pretty fingers parted your lower lips, gorgeous pink filling Scaramouche's vision as he groaned in bliss seeing your hole clenching around nothing, practically calling him to come fill you full until your conformed to his shape alone. "I want you inside me, filling me up, making me yours over and over again. I want be your good girl, please you so good." He chuckled darkly, sneering at your cute whines and whimpers for his thick cock. "Yeah? Then fuck yourself on your fingers, and don't you dare cum."

He angled his phone down to his hand jerking at his cock. His wedding band gleamed against his finger, speaking in the dim light breaking through the shades. Scaramouche leaned over, his face near his phone while heated pants left his mouth, a dry laugh echoing on your end. "So pathetic. Needing me w-while I'm at work. Anyone could've f-fucking seen those pictures if I wasn't careful. You wanted to get found out d-didnt you? Hah, so I would come home and fuck you raw and dumb. Hngh, fuck!"

Your fingers had long been stuffed back inside your need hole, two fingers squelching in and out with slick arousal slowly beginning to drip onto your thighs and stain the bed sheets. Scaramouche was getting close, balls tight and heavy, his breathing becoming more erratic with low growls and grunts as he neared his release. Your lovely moans of bliss accompanied by your pleas of his name and your overwhelming desire made his head spin. Accented by the wet noises from your sexes he couldn't hold himself back anymore.

With a husky groan and a flurry of strained curses, his grabbed a napkin on his desk and covered his cock, cumming into the napkin with heavy pants, his hand loosely and slowly helping him ride out his high. His eyes flickered up to his screen once more, seeing the phone forgotten on the bed with your fingers desperately trying to reach your own release. A dry laugh resonated from his chest, his hands wackily fumbling to clean himself up and get the fuck outta there.

"Heh, can't even get yourself off without me there to stuff you full? Seems like you need some help darling. What kind of husband would I be if I don't fulfill my wife's needs? I promise ill make you cum until you fucking blackout when I get home. You can wait 10 minutes can't you?" With an out of breath affirmation from you, Scaramouche fixed his jeans and slicked his indigo bangs back that threatened to stick to his sweaty forehead and grabbed his keys. "Im on my way home. You better have those legs spread when I walk in, cause you're getting punished for being such a needy cock slut."

Thanks for reading 💙 Xiao fic is in the works. I love that cute lil' adeptus hehe 💙

-WX

#scaramouche smut #genshin impact x reader #scarabae #scaramouche x you #scaramouche #genshin wanderer #wanderer x reader #wanderer smut #wanderer #genshin impact smut #adventures with scaramouche and wanderer #this is so shitty

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graybby · 1 month

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r u stalking me?

Lando Norris X Russell!reader

The F1 drivers twitch streamer sister Series ! Part 2

Part 1 here 863 words

Lando sits up in his bed, rubbing his sleepy eyes in an attempt to wake himself up quicker. Finding his phone in his sheets his eyes widen as the memories of last night slap him wide awake - oh god it wasn’t just a cringy dream. His thumb ghosts over the instagram app as he gains enough courage to open it. Breathing heavily when he does as he sees a DM unread.

Well - that went so much better than I expected. A sigh of relief passing his lips that he didn’t know he was holding in. smiling down at his phone like a giddy child he hears Max emerge from his room on the other side of the apartment. I’ll never live this down if I tell him - picking himself up he trudges over to his bathroom to shower in hope of clearing his mind of the y/hc girl that seems to be plaguing his thoughts.

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In a flat in London Y/N sits at her desk getting herself ready for a long awaited stream. Cursing George slightly for the sudden influx of F1 drivers following her private account - hoping her cover won’t get blown as a result, not that she has anything against her brother but she’d much rather people like her for her content and personality rather than her relation to a famous F1 driver. She’d only just started going along with him to attend the races (through a slight amount of begging) dressed in oversized hoodies and sunglasses in hopes of remaining anonymous. She had been streaming for a little over two years now and had gathered quite a following through her cutesy animal crossing, minecraft and stardew valley content. It had honestly shocked her to find out Lando had been quietly watching her streams, thinking her content wasn’t exactly his taste. She had obviously known of him prior to his follow request - him being amongst the fellow racers her brother competed against, she thought he was talented for his age and quite often rooting for him to get his first win when she watched the grand prix’s - not that she would admit that to George who would ‘jokingly’ disapprove of her supporting any team other than his.

She pushed the thought to the back of her mind and ended her fans misery - changing the stream starting soon overlay to her face cam.

“Hi guys, long time no see !” shyly running her hand through her hair.

y/nstan123: OMG finally ! where have u been ?!

User05: are queen is back at last

User22: missed ur streams where u been girly??

Y/N braces herself knowing her fanbase would have questions about her sudden social media disappearance. “Sorry chat I know it's been a while. I was quite ill the past few weeks with the flu so I’ve been laying low - I’ll remember to give you all a heads up the next time okay?” gulping back the displeasure of having to lie to her fans but on the other hand not being ready for them to discover her true identity and the fact she's been missing to go support her brother in Saudi Arabia, she continues “ but don't worry!”.

y/nstan123: Oh no ! our poor y/n

User41: r u feeling better now?

“Yes, thank you guys for your concern but I’m back to normal now” she replies clapping her hands together, “so what should I play today?”

User23: new stardew update??

User41: sims4 plz I’ve been asking foreverrrr

User52: GIFFTED 10 SUBS

y/nstan123: omg has anyone else noticed lando lurking in y/n’s streams

User41: (y/nstan123) norris???

F1stan24: (y/nstan123) no way is lando a y/n fan - my two worlds colliding !

Well shit they’ve spotted him now - do I acknowledge it?

Landonorris: DONATED £15 - I suggest you get a racing sim to play on stream

Guess I have to acknowledge him now, internally facepalming.

y/nstan123: OMG LANDO IS WATCHING HER STREAM

F1stan24: i'm losing my shit rn

User23: What is he doing here?

“Ha, well - I wouldn't really know where to start with that, I’ve never tried one” she’s trying to keep her cool now, not expecting him to put himself on blast like that - hiding behind her hair without realizing it.

User64: aww is y/n blushing

User38: (user64) I don’t blame her I’d be sobbing if that was me that got noticed by him

“Okay chat calm down, you guys are trying to embarrass me I swear”

y/nstan123: nah girly ur doing a good job of that urself

“I can’t believe how quick you lot switch up on me chat” Y/N groans out head now in her hands as her face reddens.

Ding

Her phone lights up on her desk taking her focus from the relentless bullying from her so called fans to her insta dms.

y/nstan123: guys she's giggling at her phone im gonna scream

User48: omg imagine its lando she’s messaging

F1stan24: ngl I ship it already

“You guys are insane” trying to brush off her laughter at a curtain someone's reply as just reading the flowing twitch chat. “Okay let's play some stardew before you all lose your minds”.

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Thank you for reading <3

Taglist : @bicchaan @lauralarsen @drunkinthemiddleoftheday @ssararuffoni @cherry-piee @eviethetheatrefreak

#lando norris #lando x reader #landonorris #lando norris x y/n #lando norizz #f1 x reader #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #charles leclerc #george russel x reader #charles leclerc x reader

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alwritey-aphrodite · 5 months

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PLZ PLZ PLZ MORE ARRANGED MARRIAGE SEJANUS??PLZ?

The realization hits you all at once, like a train speeding down the track. The weight of it makes you lose your breath, room spinning and swimming in and out of focus as if you’ve been poisoned. You haven’t, you know that, so you force a smile onto your face and nod along to whatever story Sejanus is telling you, his eyes all lit up as he gestures animatedly.

It makes you sick, just how sweet and kind and wonderful and beautiful Sejanus is without even knowing it because no one’s ever told him. You should tell him, and you would, if you were able to form words, but that skill seems to leave you whenever you look Sejanus in his big brown eyes.

“Do you wanna get some air?” He cuts himself off, voice clouding with worry as he sets his hands on your shoulders, his gentle, kind hands that you think about so much. He’s so observant, able to notice a slight change in anyone, and always so caring, especially when it comes to you.

The air was starting to feel a little suffocating, so you nod and allow Sejanus to slip his hand into yours, leading you from the crowded room and out of your house, down your familiar path to a little clearing in the trees, a secret spot just for the two of you.

Taking gulps of the fresh night air, you squeeze Sejanus’s hand in lieu of a thanks. His grip slackens, so you take the hint and drop his hand.

“Wanna finish your story?” You ask, looking at the stars instead of him because you can’t possibly speak when you’re face to face. It’s a new development, and not one that you’re proud of.

“Oh, it wasn’t important,” he bats the suggestion away, as if it would be ridiculous for him to be able to get through speaking without someone or something cutting him off. He’s too kind, never wanting to stir up trouble and letting people act however they want towards him. You know he’s brave too, and you’re just waiting for the day that he’s fed up with all the comments and jabs that come from the academy.

“It’s important to me,” you gather yourself to turn and smile at him, grin growing at the shocked look on his face because he’s just too adorable. The shock gives way to a blush, and he nods and clears his throat before finishing his story. At some point, the two of you end up sitting on the ground, despite your expensive clothes, and you find yourself wondering if you’d be able to move a bench here without anyone noticing.

When his story ends, you just sit in silence, enjoying the feeling of the warmth radiating off of Sejanus by your side. You want to curl up against him, rest your head on his shoulder and close your eyes for a while, but before you can even think about it, he’s twisting his upper body to face you.

“Thank you, for listening,” he says, as if listening to him talk about anything is a chore, when you could sit and listen to him talk about whatever he’d like for hours on end. You want to wrap him in your arms, you want to kiss him, you want to do anything to let him know exactly how you feel because you’re not sure how much longer you can handle the ache in your chest whenever you look at him.

“I’ll always listen to you,” you tell him, sincerity coloring your voice as he ducks his head, as if he’s the one unable to hold eye contact for longer than a minute without losing his mind. Your Sejanus, sweet, kind, beautiful Sejanus, is much too good for you, too wonderful and kind for you, with all of your cracks and flaws and faults. It seems like a cruel joke to set the two of you up together, someone so whole and someone so broken, someone so kind and someone so jaded.

You can’t dwell on how wonderful he is for too long, though, because he’s settling one of his kind hands onto your jaw, stroking his thumb up and down your cheekbone as if he can sense the sadness welling up inside of you and has decided to dispel it. You follow suit, cupping his jaw in your hands and enjoying the feeling of closeness and needing to get closer.

The two of you lean in at the same time, and suddenly you’re kissing Sejanus Plinth and it’s like the world finally makes sense. It's your first kiss, a little awkward but all sorts of lovely, and you never want to stop, never want to be farther apart than you are right now with no space for you to breathe. He pulls back, just enough to rest his forehead on yours, and you keep your eyes closed, replaying the moment over and over while his ragged breathing fills your ears. You wonder if his heart is pounding as quickly as yours, if he can hear it slamming against your ribcage as you try to steady your own breathing.

“Kiss me again,” you whisper into the millimeters of space between you, fearing a rejection until he’s leaning impossibly closer and your world shrinks down to what’s right in front of you, just you and Sejanus in the little clearing behind your house, and nothing else exists, nothing else matters.

Dedicated to @beybaldes who I love dearly and who lets me scream at her about these losers <3

#sejanus plinth #sejanus plinth x reader #sejanus plinth x you #sejanus plinth fanfiction #sejanus x reader #sejanus x you #the ballad of songbirds and snakes fanfiction #the ballad of songbirds and snakes

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kawataslvr · 2 months

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u my new favorite author istg

(no one be ded plz) can i request a Mikey x male reader where reader used to date sanzu but caught him cheating with some dr**ged out chick and was going to Emma and just happened to stumble upon Mikey when knocking on the front door and before even noticing who it was, reader ran forward and hugged Mikey and starting silently crying while Mikey was just like “(°_°) who tf is this and why are they so hot” completely ignoring the shorter male hugging him before reader realized they werent hugging Emma and was about to run away before Draken shows up to pick Mikey up to go to a Toman meeting and reader just panics before Mikeys like “Ken-chin….can we keep him”(maybe a smut scene or something-)

idk im obsessed with Mikey rn hdisichfbebnfkd u dont have to use that idea, ill take anything Mikey x male reader or Mikey + Draken x male reader sorry sorry im so demanding ahhh ill leave now, love ur works btw djisjdb

Summary : Angst -> Fluff -> Short Smut ,, if you want a solid description just read the ask ! ,, Suggestive Language near the beginning , SLIGHT Drug mentions bcz its sanzu ,, angst w/ comfort ,, smut near the end ,, ft. draken & emma

A/N : MY FAVORITE CHARACTER IS MIKEY I SAW THIS REQ N LIT UP OMG , dwdw ur not demanding at all <3! i actually rlly like the amount of detail so it gives me an idea !! also tysm im so honored to be ur current fav ❤️❤️ I hope the request is to your liking dear!! sorry the end is so short, i was running out of time :,)

typicxlcato req ,, part 2

Your mind was scrambled, confused and tired. All he needed was to cry into a friends arms, you had caught Sanzu making out with some druggie whore, as soon as you walked into the scene you immediately ran out and went to go see Emma.

Not that she didn’t expect you to come to her crying about Sanzu, not like it was the first time it happened, she’d already warn you about him how his “whole vibe was off” and you “shouldn’t get involved with a guy like that.”

Knocking at the Sano residence door, you didn’t really care who had opened it your body instinct kicked in and hugged the person in front of you.

“Eh—!?” Mikey said in a confused tone, the blond completely ignoring how the smaller male was clinging to him and how he was silently crying in his arms.

The blonde looked down at the boy who was clinging onto him, as usual.. a thought really didn’t go through Mikey’s head only that the guy who was hugging him was actually kind of hot.

Unintentionally he was now staring directly into his eyes and you pulled away in shock, before you could run away or he could say something, you both heard a deep voice from the entrance, of course panicking your body froze completely in confusion while tears still rolled down your cheeks and you stood there awkwardly.

“Oi! Mikey, the meetings about to start soon!” Draken walked in the door, to see a boy crying and Mikey right beside him.

Was this a friend of Mikey’s? He knew he’d seen him around Emma whenever he came over, but his thoughts were interrupted once he heard Mikey speak up from the awkward silence that lingered in the room.

“Ken-chinnn.. can we keep himm?” Draken side eyed the blonde and looked at him with an angry expression “Mikey you dumbass! Its not like hes some pet!”

Naturally, with all the yelling Emma came out of her room. Also because she heard Drakens voice.

“Huh..? Y/N!” Emma quickly walked up to you and hugged you once she saw you crying, Draken and Mikey figured out the two were obviously friends pretty quickly.

Mikey would be lying if he didn’t find this friend of Emma’s cute, cute enough to cancel the Toman meeting too apparently.

you had calmed down after talking to Emma getting the whole “I told you, were too good for that guy anyways.” pep talk from her and the two just hanging out normally.

While Mikey decided to stick around at the Sano residence and catch glances of you.

Emma had left to go get a few batch of snacks for you and her from the convenience store nearby, knowing you probably weren’t in the mood to go outside.. she left you alone on the couch to wait for her while you just sat on your phone.

Mikey had wanted to approach you ever since the small little incident that happened when you first arrived, he couldn’t get over how hot you looked.

“Y/N,, right?” he asked and sat down next to you, watching as your head perked up in a little surprised manner and you set down your phone.

he found it all adorable.

“Ah.. yes, you must be Mikey then?” Mikey had to control himself, he couldn’t help how his eyes were drawn to your beautiful lips.

He’d never met someone as pretty as you he swore.

“You’re so pretty Y/N.” the words slipped out of the blondes lips, not like it wasn’t something he intended to say anyways.

Watching your face turn red at the complement.

Mikey and you yourself didn’t know how you ended up in this position, both of you in his room hoping Emma would take her sweet time with getting those snacks as the two of you heatedly made out on his bed.

Mikey’s hands roaming around your body while yours were wrapped around his neck, oh you definitely weren’t sad anymore.

You’d forgotten the entire reason you were sad in the first place now , this was too god to spoil with the thought of that bastard.

Mikey pulled away and moved down to place hickeys on your neck, letting you catch your breath as he pulled you onto his lap.

His hands still roaming and touching at your body, sliding underneath your shirt.

“y..y/n.. can I?” you nodded your head catching your breath from the earlier make out session.

Mikey slid his hands underneath your shirt, groping under neath making you let out soft mewls and moans of his name.

Before Emma came back the two were too tired out and ruined, laying naked with a blanket on top of each other while they cuddled up to each other.

Mikey and you could deal with this when you woke up, all Mikey knew is that you were worth canceling the toman meeting over.. and you knew Mikey was way better than Sanzu.

#tokyo revengers #bottom reader #male reader #x male reader #mikey x male #mikey x male reader #manjiro x male reader #manjiro x male #manjiro sano #sano mikey manjiro #mikey x y/n #mikey smut #yushi reqs #typicxlcato asks

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aaron-m-geist-ff · 3 months

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Heyy. Taurus here. I love paranormal shit. Baby Sfw plz one line of nsfw too🤲 <33

You love paranormal shit so you know what I’m about to do 😅

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You got…🥁🥁🥁

Sukuna!

You totally played around with a ouija board one day and accidentally summoned this demon king, I don’t make the rules here.

He was instantly interested in you. Taurus is known for having a high sex drive and needing the security of a relationship. Sukuna is willing to give you all that and so much more. He is the king of curses so he would absolutely be possessive over you. Think of him as an attached demon ☠️

Sukuna would hang around you constantly, just loom over you and watch as you text on your phone or do other boring things. If you like to watch horror movies then Sukuna would watch them with you. Only, he would make fun of them constantly.

“That girl is such a dumb whore for suggesting that the group should split up,” Sukuna hissed with annoyance. He rolled his eyes at the TV screen, which made you start laughing. He always seemed so annoyed by humans.

But, you were different to him. The demon king seemed to enjoy spending time with you. And…Fucking you.

“Come on, little witch. Take more of me in.”

Sukuna sighed as he laid there. He had his arms behind his head casually, his muscular torso exposed to the cool air. You were trying to ride him. But, there wasn’t much riding going on. First you needed to take Sukuna inside all the way which was proving to be rather difficult.

“Trying,” you whispered pathetically.

Sukuna rolled his eyes at you before gripping your hips with his large hands. He began to force your smaller body down onto his aching cock. He exhaled sharply from your warmth.

“Try harder,” he ordered.

You squeezed your eyes shut, whimpering as you continued to take him inside. It was always such a challenge with the size difference.

Read more Sukuna here

#sukuna x female reader #sukuna x you #sukuna imagines #sukuna smut #sukuna headcanons #sukuna x reader #jjk sukuna #sukuna #smut #jjk smut #jjk imagines #jjk headcanons #taurus

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minv97 · 9 months

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Warning nsfw content Minors dni! ⚠️

Mentions of deep throating, unprotected sex and cum so if any of that makes you uncomfortable plz don't read hun. Seungmin calls reader "bunny".

SOMEONE GIVE ME SUGGESTIONS PLZ I DO TAKE REQUESTS.

Seungmin's obsessed with you.

Not that it's a bad thing, he'll tell you himself if you ask.

He's unsure what it is exactly trapping him under your spell so well, but whatever it is he doesn't want it to ever stop.

You're kind, caring and he finds you too adorable for your own good, too pretty.

He doesn't know when or how it started, maybe it's how you look at him with your big bambi eyes or maybe how you surprise him with dinner almost every night.

Or maybe it was moments like these when he's got his dick in your mouth and your letting him use you like his own little fleshlight, saliva dripping down your chin but you could care less as you bobbed your head up and down on your beloved boyfriend's dick, all because he had a shitty day at work today.

You always take care of him so well, he thought to himself as he held your hair back for you, what would he do without you?

"I love you." Spilled from his mouth, he throws his head back as his thrusts get sloppier, carefree even though he's trying his hardest not to be so rough with you.

"Love you so fucking much, bunny." And he can tell you're saying it right back when your tongue swirls around the tip of his dick in your mouth, sending him over the edge and he cums in the back of your throat and you take every drop of his white, gooey goodness, swallowing and licking the corners of your lips for any that's trickled down.

"Feel better?"

"So much better." He hold's a hand out for you to help off your knees, settling you on his lamp instead.

You're still so wet just from sucking him off, can feel your clit against the flesh of his thigh, as you had got rid of your underwear awhile ago and it has his dick springing back up towards the clouds all over again.

Seungmin can't control himself when his hands slowly start to coax you into grinding on his dick, hands gripping your waist down against him and throws his head back at the way your fronts touch, a series of moans spilling from your own lips.

"Min." you moan, turning your head into the crook of his neck.

"Shh, I know what you want bunny." Seungmin slides his dick in you with ease, fucking up into you at a slow pace while grinding your hips down to meet his thrust every time. "Never have to beg, never want you to beg. l've got you, anything you want l've got it."

You cum without warning, so quickly and suddenly but your orgasm hits hard and you're shaking in his hands but he doesn't stop there, continues fucking up into your overstimulated pussy even with cum oozing out of you and covering the both of you in a sticky mess.

Seungmin just wants to make sure his baby is satisfied just as you satisfy him, wants to give you orgasm after orgasm because you deserve it.

Plus he thinks you look prettiest like this, all covered in his cum and face completely fucked out as you cling to him and take your reward for being his good bunny all the time, only sounds filing the room is the sound of your pussy being filled over and over again by him and it's his favorite sound ever, rings in his ears like a melody.

Seungmin's truly obsessed with you

You can find all my work under #minv97 <3

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girlboypersonthingy · 23 days

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i’ve never really asked before but i just read all of your sally face stuff and BFBSVAVAX so i was thinking….

(preferably afab) reader coming home tired and needy, walking in sal and their shared room sighing as they rip off their work shirt and stare at sal who’s practicing a new song. waiting for him to put his guitar aside they fall dramatically into his lap and start COVERING his mask in kisses, stopping suddenly to ask for a real kiss:3

just some fluffy stuff pls it’s been a LONGGGG few weeks:D

A D O R A B L E ! ! ! This week has def been a ‘I want to come home to Sal and collapse in his arms’ type of week for me like oof 😔…I’m sorry this took me a while to get to, I hope you’re alright. Hopefully you’re doing better by now and if not, plz feel free to message me and we can chat 🖤 thanks for requesting and enjoy!

Notes: fem!reader, this is really fucking silly I’m so sorry…

TW: a bit suggestive, lots of swearing, making out, spit/drool, boobs lol 18+ only!!!

Sal x reader- Hard Day 🌙

(Imagine Sal practicing this song while you read this 🖤)

“Fuuuuuuckkkk…” You groan loudly as you drag your feet through the doorway of the house, stomping loudly on each step of the stairs. As you near the door way of your bedroom, you see the light is on, the music is loud and you can hear Sal playing his guitar along to it, occasionally hitting the wrong note. As you step across the threshold of the room, you let loose a big breath of air as you slouch over a bit, catching Sal’s attention for a moment.

“Hey babe!” He shouts over the music while continuing with his playing. He was sat up on the corner of the bed, guitar in his lap, slouched over with his prosthetic still on. You couldn’t help but watch his fingers on the strings for a moment, black painted nails moving oh so smooth but still making little mistakes. “Hi…I’m so tired.” You say but it falls on deaf ears. Sal is just so close to nailing this one part of the song, he’s been trying for two and half hours now and he’s too close to quit.

Disappointed and a bit annoyed, you quickly shed your shirt and continue giving Sal a cranky but needy glare, only covered by a bra up top. “Sal!!!” You finally shout, making Sal look up, making his hands freeze for a moment. He quickly leans over to turn the music off, his blue hair swaying over his shoulders as he moves. “I’m sorry…uh hey…babe. You okay?” Just by the tone of his voice, the way he’s hesitating and stopping to lick his dry lips under his mask, you can tell he’s equally flustered and excited by your lack of clothes.

“No…I’m not…” You pout for a moment, sighing as you rub your aching temples. He sets his guitar aside and puts one hand out towards you, offering it as a comforting gesture. You gladly accept, grabbing his hand then quickly approaching him and sitting in his lap. “This week…was the fucking worst!” You cry out dramatically, turning to the side so he can hold you bridal style. “I just wanna stay home with you all day, every day.” Sal chuckles softly, one arm tucked up under your knees, the other cradling your back while his hand ruffles the hair on the nape of your neck. “Me too, babe. Me too…” He replies before he gently nuzzles his prosthetic up against your face, making kissy noises under it.

After enough of his cuddly kisses, you decided to return the favor, covering his mask in kisses. You pepper kisses everywhere, all over his prosthetic very quick and soft. Until finally, you pause and place a long kiss on the lips of his prosthetic, humming as a smile grows on your lips. “You know what would really make me feel better…?” You really drag out the words, using your best flirty voice as your finger traces the side of his mask. “What?” He quickly clears his throat, your faces only inches apart. His rapid breathing echos inside his prosthetic as his hand slides up to fully cradle your head.

“Kiss me for real…please?” Your flirty tone turns to a very soft, comforting type of tone, smiling up at him as you watch him blink down at you. There’s a pause, he hesitates for a moment before gulping nervously. Although you’ve seen his face many times before, mouth to mouth kisses were hard to come by with Sal. With a shaky hand, he grabs your own hand and guides it to the back of his head, gesturing for you to unclip his prosthetic for him. He was far too nervous to do it himself, he figured he’d let you set the pace.

To his surprise, you’re pretty quick with the buckles and the mask falls into your lap within seconds. Immediately, your lips meet, Sal uses that hand on the back of your head to push you into him further. As your arms snake around his neck, hugging him close to your nearly bare chest, his other hand is gently kneading your hip as you move your lips against his. The kiss began to rapidly pick up pace, his tongue occasionally licking along your bottom lip.

It was always a delightful shock when your lips or tongue would meet his teeth accidentally where they peek through his cheek and the corner of his mouth, now was no exception. Any time this happens, Sal usually shies away and assumes it grosses you out, especially when he knows he’s probably drooling. Expecting this would happen, you move one hand to the back of his head, matching the grasp he has on you to keep him engaged in the kiss.

A low moan comes from him as he deepens the kiss along with you, tilting his head and running his tongue along your own. Suddenly, clumsily, Sal grabs ahold of your legs and slowly lays back on the bed, pulling you along with him, trying to keep his lips on yours. He fails at this, your lips parting for a moment, him awkwardly shifting under you until he pulls you up closer to his bright red and slightly sweaty face. You can’t help but laugh, not at him, he’s just too cute when he gets like this,

A chuckle rumbles from his chest as he holds you closer, squeezing you tightly against him as he places a final kiss on your nose. “Are you feeling better?” He quickly leans back in for a few more tender lip kisses, smiling brightly as he pulls back. “Yes, sooooo much better. You know what would really make me happy though, Sally?” Your hands run slowly through his long, blue hair as he hums in response. “Hm?”

“Let’s do all of that again…but in a nice hot shower~”

Cue Sal getting a gruesome bloody nose as he glances down at your barely covered chest and thinks about having a shower with you. 🥴🖤

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mylovley · 1 year

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No thoughts just gojo finally getting in your pants after YEARS of trying

Gojo x Fem!Reader (smut obv)

“How about I taste that pretty cunt then fuck you yeah?”

That’s what he said 2 hours ago.

“Shhh pretty baby you can take it” he coos teasingly as he pumps his fingers and and out of your weeping cunt, your whines to stop falling on def ears.

He’s made you cum 6 times now, about to be 7 as he brings his mouth back down again, lapping up your cunt like it’s his last meal.

“N’more t-toru” you whimper as tears stream down your face, hands tugging on his hair, but his arms hold your legs firmly

“You can handle it, hm?” He says as he goes faster, hitting your sweet spot every time. The pleasure is so intense. “Want me to make my pretty baby feel good? Does my baby wanna cum?”

You nod your head quickly, trying to ignore how his pretty smirk makes you clench around his fingers

“Cum for me then sweetheart, let go for me*

Hearing this, you can’t help but basically ride his hand, chasing your high.

“That’s it” he coos “give it to me”

His long fingers and hot mouth have you seeing stars as you get closer.

“Cmon you can do it, cum for me” he goes impossibly faster, making you moan so loud your sure the entirety of Japan heard you. “Cum all over my fingers baby you can do it”

You feel the not in your tummy getting bigger as you finally cum, your vision getting blurry as you practically scream in pleasure.

He keeps going, riding out your high. And when it’s over he presses small kisses onto your skin.

“That’s it, such a good girl for me” he praises as he kisses your forehead “you love making a mess for me don’t you”

You look up at him with sweet eyes as he chuckles down at you

“I hope you’re not too tired sweet thing” he says with a smirk

“I’m only just getting started” his toned hands take off his belt and tosses it to the side as he smirks down at you.

This is gonna be a long night.

(IM ALIVE!!!! sorry I’m just lazy and unmotivated but I’m trying to get back into writing!!! I love gojo sm and I’m so happy he’s back literally in love with him tbh. If you’ve suggested something for me to write I promise I see you and will get to you soon <3 if you like my stuff plz follow and like or give me a suggestion!! I LOVE YOU💕💕)

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nvrsaidiwasinurcloset · 4 months

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oml~~~ plz give us a part 2 to bad idea right

Hiiii! I hope you like it:)

Bad Idea Right? - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader - Part 2

Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Part 1, Part 3

Summary: After hooking up with your brother's best friend, you can't wait to do it again.

A/N: I got a message from an anon saying that my smut needed to be more detailed and longer. I tried to do that with this, and I hope y'all like it!

The next day, you woke up to your brother and Ethan yelling. You decided to go check it out and saw the two boys on the living room floor, playing Mario Kart.

“You’re cheating!” your brother yelled, as Ethan knocked his character off the side of Rainbow Road.

“I am not!” Ethan yelled, as his character came in first place.

“You know I would’ve won if you didn’t pull that shit,” your brother said, before looking over to you. “Good morning! Sorry if we woke you up. Ethan’s a cheater.”

You let out a sleepy laugh in response as you sat on the couch behind them, watching them continue to play. After a while, you started to call Ethan out for not playing fair.

“Nothing is fair in Mario Kart,” he said, as you rolled your eyes.

“Give me the controller,” you said to your brother, who’d just come in 5th place because of Ethan.

He passed you the controller, and you played just as dirty as Ethan. After you were coming up to the end of the third lap and you saw his character in front of you, you sent a bomb to him, as you went past him and won first place.

“What the fuck?” Ethan said, as your brother looked over to you.

“She’s ruthless, dude,” he said, “Are you guys hungry?”

“Starving,” you and Ethan both said at the same time.

“Let’s go to the diner down the street,” your brother suggested.

As you sat in the booth across from your brother and Ethan, your friend that your brother had been talking to from the night before walked in with her family. When she saw you, she sat down on your side of the table.

Her family greeted you, before taking a seat at a table a few down from yours.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” she said to her family, sliding into the seat beside you.

“Hey,” you said, giving her a side hug.

She greeted everyone at the table, before your brother started a conversation with her.

“Hey, I’m leaving to go back to school tomorrow, but I was wondering if you’d like to go to dinner with me tonight?” he asked, flashing her a smile.

“Yeah, that sounds fun,” she smiled, a blush creeping up on her cheeks.

“Why do you have to go back tomorrow?” you groaned. You hated how short his visits were.

“You’ll get me for two whole weeks during spring break,” he said, before making small talk with your friend.

You and Ethan didn’t say much to each other, just exchanging occasional glances. It almost felt a little awkward, because you didn’t have the chance to talk the night before after everything happened. You knew you felt the connection there, but you didn’t know if he did, too.

As you got ready to leave, and your friend went back to her family, your brother was beaming.

“I just ask that the two of you don’t kill each other while I’m gone tonight,” he said, “It’ll only be a couple hours, but dad’s taking mom to a winery and won’t be back ‘til later. It’ll just be the two of you.”

“That gives me a couple hours to kick your ass at Mario Kart,” Ethan said, smirking at you.

“Yeah, like that’ll happen,” you said, playfully nudging him.

As the day flew by, your brother set the controller down for the game he was playing with Ethan.

“I need to get ready for my date,” he said, standing up from his spot on the floor.

“I want a rematch,” Ethan said to you as your brother walked upstairs.

You smiled as you took your brother’s place on the floor beside him. You both played a few rounds, him losing every time. You were in the middle of another round when you heard the squeaky knob for the shower turn on. Ethan set his controller on the floor.

“Are you finally giving up?” you asked, smirking at him.

“No,” he whispered as he leaned closer.

He laid you back on the floor with seconds, his lips attached to yours. It was escalating quickly, his tongue slipping past your lips as his hands started to roam your body. Once he started to massage one of your breasts over your shirt, you felt your pussy start to throb, and you knew you didn't have time to do anything else before your brother left.

“We need to stop,” you said against his lips.

At that moment, you heard the stairs creak as your brother make his way down. The two of you sat up, grabbing your controllers.

“You guys okay?” your brother asked, noticing the heavy breathing coming from both of you.

“Yeah, intense game,” you said, trying to play it off.

“Okay, well I’m leaving now,” he said, grabbing his keys off the coffee table.

“You look so handsome!” you said, taking in his appearance as your brother rolled his eyes.

“I wanted to look nice, it is a first date,” he said, making his way through the hallway and out the front door.

“Have fun!” you yelled after him.

Ethan’s lips were right back on yours as soon as the door closed. As he sat in his spot, you straddled his lap, your fingers lacing in his hair. You felt his hard cock pressing on your ass when you started to grind against him. His hands gripped your hips, moving you faster against him.

“Let’s go to my room,” you said, pulling away.

You held his hand as you led him up the stairs and into your room. His lips reconnected with yours, before gently pushing you back on the bed. He attacked your neck with kisses as he grinded his erection against you.

"Mmm, I need you," you got out, as he chuckled against your neck.

"Be patient, baby."

His hands went to the hem of your shirt, lifting it up and over your head. He reached back behind you to unhook your bra, before grabbing onto one of your breasts and taking his nipple in his mouth. Your back started to arch when he swirled his tongue.

“Fuck,” you gasped, as he moved to the other side.

“I’m so fucking hard right now,” he said against you, as his lips moved further down your body.

Whimpers slipped past your lips the closer he got to where you needed him most.

He slid your pants down your legs, before placing kisses all over your thighs. You moaned when he sucked on your flesh, gently grazing his teeth against your inner thighs. He reached up to rub you against your clothed pussy.

“Fuck that feels good,” you whispered.

His fingers kept moving, the material getting more soaked by the second.

He slid your panties to the side to rub slow circles on your clit. His eyes stayed on yours as he teased you, the sounds pouring out of your mouth was quickly becoming his new favorite. He slid one of his fingers inside of you, moving it back and forth. Your breath hitched in your throat when he added another and moved his fingers against that special spot inside of you. He watched his fingers slide in and out of you, your wetness coating him.

“Fuck,” he groaned as your walls started to tighten around him.

He leaned forward to wrap his mouth around your clit, the stimulation sending you over the edge.

“Oh shit,” you moaned out, your hips bucking against his hand.

Through your post-orgasm haze, your eyes connected with his as he put his fingers that were inside of you to his mouth.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he said, lust dripping off his words.

You whimpered at the sight as he grabbed the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your legs.

“Wait, can you grab a condom out of that top drawer first?” you asked, thinking about how unsafe you were the night before.

“Of course,” he said, walking to your bedside table and grabbing one.

When he came back over to you, his hands ran across your exposed skin, loving the gasps slipping past your lips. As badly as he wanted to fuck you, he was loving teasing you.

“So beautiful,” he said, placing kisses along your ribs.

“I need you to fuck me,” you moaned out.

“I told you I wanted to take my time with you,” he said, his finger brushing against your clit again.

“Please, Ethan?” you said, begging him for more.

“I need you on all fours, baby,” he said.

You did as he said, getting into the position. Your ass stuck up in the air as he grabbed the condom from his wallet and rolled it on.

He slowly slid inside of you, really taking advantage of all the free time he had with you. As he inched further in, you started to meet his slow thrusts, needing more.

“Fuck,” he whispered, starting to move faster. “I love your pussy.”

“You’re filling me up so good,” you whimpered.

As needy as you were, he still didn’t want to rush through this with you. You were pleading with him to go faster, but your words were coming out as a mumbled mess.

“What do you need, baby?” he asked, slowing his hips a little.

“Please go faster,” you rushed out, resting your head down against the comforter.

He sped up a little, but he was still holding back.

“Baby, please!” you cried out.

He started to thrust into you at a fast pace. One hand was holding onto your hip while the other was roaming the flesh of your ass.

Your moans kept getting louder, letting him know you were starting to get close. Your hand reached up underneath of you, quickly rubbing your clit.

“Oh my god,” you moaned out.

That feeling inside of you was building up fast as your pussy dripped around Ethan.

“You’re taking me so well,” he groaned out, grabbing your hips to drill into you as fast as he could.

“Fuck…oh fuck…I’m gonna cum,” you cried out.

Your fingers kept circling your swollen clit as your orgasm hit. The intensity of it gave you goosebumps as your hips stuttered against his. Ethan started to chase his own orgasm, gripping your hips so hard you knew you’d have bruises.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned out, his movement slowing as he filled the condom.

He relaxed his grip on your hips, but stayed inside of you for a few minutes, loving the warm feeling of you around him.

When he did pull out, you whined, missing the feeling.

He disposed of the condom in the wastebasket in your room while you turned over to lay on your back.

“No one’s ever made me cum that hard,” you said, your breath steadying as Ethan laid beside you.

“I hope your hips are okay,” he said, with a laugh. “I didn’t mean to hurt you if I did.”

“No, that was perfect,” you said, leaning over to kiss his lips.

“Can we talk?” he said, and your heart started to race.

“Sure,” you said, as he laced his fingers with yours.

"I know that I piss you off, and I know that I’m going back to college tomorrow, but would you like to see where this goes?” he asked.

You sat up to look into his hopeful eyes.

“I’d love to.”

#scream #scream smut #ethan landry #ethan landry smut #ethan landry x reader

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libraryofgage · 3 months

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The Prince and the Metalhead

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually

Debbie and Fester Addams One | Two | Three | Four Rick and Evelyn O'Connell One | Two | Three Harley Quinn One 10th Doctor and Rose One | Two (on the way!) Scooby Gang (there are plans for this one lmao, so plz be patient with me orz) Jedidiah and Octavius (from Night at the Museum) One Queen Clarisse One (you're here!)

Despite the title, this series will focus a little more on Steve growing up in Genovia for the first few parts. That being said, there will be Steddie because this whole thing was inspired by my desire to write a modern royalty AU.

So, ya know, it's coming lol

For now, just enjoy Steve being raised by our favorite queen.

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;)

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Clarisse stares at the two-story house from the driveway. It looks incredibly...American. It's American in a way that Amelia's home and city aren't. This house is the Ideal American Home, the kind people are told is the goal in life, the kind with no personality and no distinguishing features compared to other houses on its street. It's the kind of house she'd never see in Genovia, and she's glad for it.

"Your Majesty," Joe says, pulling her attention from the house to her driver. "If you are nervous, may I suggest returning another day?"

She knows exactly what he's doing. It still works. She still pulls herself together, rolls her shoulders back, and raises her chin. "A queen is never nervous. She is simply calculating her approach."

With that, she opens the door and gracefully (the kind of grace that comes with years of practice) steps out of the car. She smooths down her clothes, takes one more deep breath, and strides to the front door. Joe is just a step behind her, always a step behind her, as she rings the doorbell and waits.

A few moments pass, the blinds in the window next to the door shift, and then the door is pulled open. A young boy, certainly no more than ten, stands before her, looking nervously between Clarisse and Joe.

And could you blame Steve? The only visitors he gets when his parents are gone are secretaries that sweep into the home, make sure he's alive, and leave right after. Nobody rings the doorbell, nobody knocks, and nobody knows he's alone in the big house, just like his parents told him it should be.

"Hello," the lady says, her accent vaguely European and similar to his father's. "Are you Steve Harrington?"

If she knows his name, maybe she's been sent by his parents. She looks fancy enough, and the guy with her looks scary enough. Steve grips the door tighter and nods once. "Yes, ma'am," he says, his voice soft and barely a whisper so he doesn't upset her.

"Good. Is your father home?"

"No, ma'am."

That makes her pause, her lips tugging down in a frown, and Steve wonders if he's already failed whatever test this must be. His father will give them sometimes, in the rare moments he's home, and it's always to measure how polite Steve his, how proper, how cultured. This must be a new kind of test, a way for his father to further measure him. He gathers himself, takes a subtle breath, and asks, "Would you like to come in?"

"You don't know who we are," the man suddenly says. "Why are you inviting us in?"

Oh. He's failing this test already. Steve bites his lip, ducking his head. "It's polite to invite people in," he says. "But, um, could you tell me your names first?"

He glances up to see that frown on the lady's face deepen, and his stomach starts to churn. "Yes, of course," she says, clearing her throat before continuing, "I am Clarisse Renaldi, and this is Joe."

Steve looks between the two of them before slowly nodding. "Please, come in," he says, holding the door open. The two adults are hesitant but enter the home anyway, watching Steve as he shuts the door silently and locks it. "This way, please."

He leads them to the living room, looks at the books and papers spread on the coffee table, and blushes. "I'm sorry for the mess," he says, quickly sweeping everything off the coffee table and holding it close to his chest. "I was doing homework and didn't expect visitors. Please, sit. I'll get some tea."

With that, he turns on his heel and hurries out of the living room. He presses his back against the wall, eyes closed and heart racing as he listens to the man and woman talk. "He's very polite," the woman says, sounding pleased and surprised.

"Too polite," the man replies, "What ten year old says things like expecting visitors and offers to make tea?"

Steve swallows around the lump in his throat and hurries to the kitchen. He puts his papers and books on the small table there, climbs the stool in front of the sink to fill a kettle with water, and then climbs the stool in front of the stove to place it down. He turns on the burner, watching the flames jump before getting cups, a teapot, tea leaves, and a tray to place it all on.

In total, the process from heating the water to pouring it over the leaves in the pot and carrying that to the living room is no more than eight minutes. It still feels like an eternity, though, when Steve knows each second is a mark against him. "I'm sorry for making you wait," he says as he enters the living room, carefully placing the tray on the coffee table. He pours a cup for the woman first, then the man, and then himself, careful not to spill a drop.

"Did you make this yourself?" the woman asks, picking up her teacup and taking a polite sip.

When Steve nods, he gets a tiny smile in return. And then the man says, "Aren't you a little young to do these things?"

Steve has been taught how to answer questions like this, ones that imply his parents aren’t doing enough to raise him. He picks up his teacup, holding it in his hands and letting the warmth transfer to his palms. “I like making tea,” he says, keeping his voice steady, “so Mother taught me how to use the stove safely.”

Joe looks ready to say more, but Clarisse clears her throat. He shuts his mouth, picking up his own cup just to do something. “When should we expect your father, Steve?” Clarisse asks, placing her teacup back on its plate. She’s seated on the edge of the couch, her ankles tucked together so her legs are at a slant and her back perfectly straight.

He can’t lie. If they stay, they’ll know he’s lying when his father doesn’t return. Maybe they just want to see his father, and Steve can let them think his mother will be home soon and convince them to leave before she is. He decides this is a good plan and says the extremely familiar words, “He’s away on a business trip.”

That earns him a frown, but before he can try to fix his mistake, Clarisse nods once and asks, “What about your mother, then?”

Steve tenses, dropping his gaze to his teacup and scrambling to find an answer. He swallows around the nervous lump in his throat, takes a sip of his tea, and feels his stomach twist when he still doesn’t have anything to say in response.

“How long have your parents been gone?” Joe asks.

The question pierces through him so harshly that Steve’s hands twitch, tea splashing over the edges of the cup and onto his fingers. He hisses at the temperature, quickly setting the cup down and getting a tissue to wipe the tea away.

“What do you mean gone?” Clarisse asks.

“There are no cars in the driveway and no adult shoes by the door. We passed the kitchen on the way here, and only one set of dishes is in the drying rack. Stools have been placed wherever a child might need to reach something too high for them otherwise. Dust is on the shelf with adult books, but the smaller shelf with movies appropriate for children is clean, implying regular use. Finally, my men have informed me that Mr. and Mrs. Harrington boarded a plane headed for Hong Kong from London.”

Steve’s eyes widen as Joe speaks, his stomach twisting ever tighter with each word. When Clarisse looks back at him, his eyes begin to sting and he looks down at his lap. “I’m sorry,” he says, his voice quiet as he clenches the hem of his shirt.

“What on Earth are you apologizing for?” Clarisse asks, sounding so insulted that Steve shrinks in on himself. “You are not to blame for your parents’ incompetence and negligence. Of all the things your father has done, abandoning you to fend for yourself is unforgivable.”

Oh. She’s…angry for him? Steve looks up, meeting Clarisse’s eyes and wondering why she cares. And then, because he thinks she can’t possibly be any angrier, he takes a risk by asking, “Why are you here?”

Clarisse pauses, blinks twice, and then gathers herself. Her shoulders relax some, but her back remains straight. “I am Clarisse Renaldi, Queen of Genovia, and your grandmother.”

Steve stares at her, glances at Joe to see if this is some kind of joke, and then looks back when all he gets in return is a blank stare. “My…grandmother?” he asks, his voice quiet.

“Yes. Your father, Richard Harrington, is my son. He was…well, he involved himself in troublesome schemes and had to leave Genovia and the line of succession. We keep tabs on him, of course, but all contact is otherwise restricted.”

None of that surprises Steve. He’s heard his father complaining when he has a bit too much whiskey, muttering under his breath about betrayal and being forced from his home and that it was only a few million he took.

“I…still don’t know why you’re here.”

“Yes, well, the Crown Prince of Genovia has recently passed, and you are next in the line of succession. So, I traveled here to meet you and bring you back to Genovia for a proper education befitting a Crown Prince.”

Steve is staring at his lap again, his mind turning. So much information has been given to him, and he can only focus on the part that makes his heart speed up with hesitant hope. “Would…would my parents go with us?” he asks.

“Your father is still barred from Genovia. Your mother is welcome, though.”

“Does she have to go with us?”

He looks up in time to see Clarisse pause, tilting her head as she considers him for a moment. “No, Steve, neither of your parents must accompany us,” she says.

“Will I ever be alone?”

“The royal family employs upwards of 300 staff to keep the palace running smoothly,” Joe says, nodding once to confirm that number when Steve gives him an incredulous look.

“Members of staff will be assigned to you as well,” Clarisse adds, smiling softly when Steve returns his attention to her. “At least three maids, several private tutors, at least one playmate for social development, and a personal team of security to keep you safe.”

Something lifts from Steve’s shoulders then. He’s not stupid. He knows his parents aren’t good. He learned that last year when he realized that other kids’ parents picked them up from school and gave them hugs and surprised them with pizza nights and just smiled at them. Steve looked at those parents, thought of his own, and quietly accepted that they either sucked or he just hasn’t figured out what will make them love him yet.

A tiny part of him knows that nothing will.

“Will you be my new mother, then?” Steve asks.

He watches Clarisse’s surprised expression morph into something unsure. “I will certainly be taking on a parental role,” she says, the words slow.

Steve looks down again, trying to ignore the disappointment that stirs in him when he realizes she’s just trying to spare his feelings. She won’t be a mother; she’ll be like his teacher. She’ll be someone who makes sure he learns what he should, eats when he should, and passes him along to the appropriate person when there’s a problem.

Still, she’s nicer than his own parents, and Steve won’t be alone if he goes to Genovia. If nothing else, it will be better than this empty house and his absent parents. “If I packed right now, can we leave?” he asks.

When Clarisse agrees, Steve excuses himself and goes to his room.

Once he’s out of sight, Clarisse looks at Joe and says, “He’s a very mature child.”

“He shouldn’t be.”

Clarisse nods once in agreement, looking down at the teapot in front of them and wondering if Steve has ever burned himself on it. “I believe he’ll take to being royalty well,” she says.

When she looks up, Joe is frowning. “If I may speak freely, Your Majesty?” he asks. When Clarisse nods, he clears his throat. “Before he can be royalty, he needs to be a child. For his own good, he needs a parent, not someone taking on a parental role. You may not be his mother, Your Majesty, but you are his grandmother. You have the ability to give him the unconditional care and love he’s been deprived of so far.”

“I suppose you have a point,” Clarisse admits, frowning slightly in thought. “I just…”

“You are worried he will be like his father.”

“Yes.”

“He is not his father. You cannot project the wrongdoings of Richard onto Steve. It is unfair to him and you. He deserves a fresh start, one that is not burdened by his father.”

“I will think on it,” Clarisse says, already knowing she’s going to do as Joe has suggested. “In the meantime, look into parenting books. If nothing else, Steve’s maids and tutors can review their contents as he grows.”

“Of course, Your Majesty.”

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Genovia is small, but the palace is huge. It towers over Steve like something out of a Disney movie, and he almost falls behind during the brief tour through its halls. He manages to catch up, though, meeting Clarisse’s stride just in time for her to gesture at a set of double-doors and say, “Beyond these will be your rooms.”

“Rooms?”

“Yes, more than one,” Clarisse says, smiling down at Steve as she leads him past the doors and into a sitting room. A group of people are already gathered there. Most of them are adults, but a few younger children are playing with a Lego set in the corner and a girl and boy his age are standing with the adults. “These are your personal staff members.”

Before Steve can say anything, one of the women steps forward, her smile warm and her face framed by her brown hair. “It’s nice to meet you, Your Highness. My name is Joyce. I’ll coordinate your schedule and make sure your rooms are taken care of. My husband, Jim, will be the head of your security team, and my eldest son, Jonathan, will be one of your playmates,” she says, pointing to her husband and then the boy his age.

“Feel free to call me Hopper, Your Highness,” her husband says.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Jonathan adds, smiling politely in a way that Steve painfully understands as fake and forced.

Joyce steps back, and a black woman steps forward. “My name is Sue. I’ll be in charge of your education. That means I’ll be arranging your tutors, making sure your lessons match what a child your age should be learning, and overseeing your Royal Education with Her Majesty. My husband, Charles, will be your science tutor.”

Steve glances at Charles when he waves and nods in greeting. His smile, at least, seems more genuine than Jonathan’s was, and Sue is so straightforward that Steve finds it refreshing.

The last woman steps forward. She’s a little heavier than the other two, and she’s wearing an apron that has stains smeared across it. “Wonderful to meet you, Your Highness. I’m Claudia. I’ll be in charge of your diet and medical needs. If you’re allergic to anything or just plain hate certain foods, let me know.”

She steps back, leaving only the young girl. With a grin, she moves to stand in front of Steve and holds her hand out. “Name’s Robin,” she says, “I’m supposed to be your friend, but Her Majesty and I’ve got an agreement that I can ditch you if you suck. If I stick around, I’ll be trained by Hopper to be your personal guard.”

It’s so sudden and blunt that Steve can’t stop his grin as he takes Robin’s hand and shakes once. “To make things fair,” he says, “I should get to ditch you, too.”

Her eyes light up, and Steve thinks he’s done something right, which is an odd but welcome feeling. She lets go of his hand but stays by his side, standing close enough that their shoulders brush as Clarisse gestures for Joyce to take over the tour. He’s introduced to the children playing with Legos first, bombarded with their names (Dustin, Will, El, Lucas, and Erica) and which parents they belong to, before moving on to the rooms.

In total, he has five: the sitting room, a classroom, a small library, an empty room that he can do whatever he’d like with, and his bedroom. The bedroom has its own bathroom with a shower attached, but there are extra bathrooms in the other rooms, too. He’d count his closet as another room entirely, but he’s not ready to admit he really has six rooms.

He’s still too overwhelmed by the giant bed and the rooms that all belong to him and this group of people that will always be around him. He turns to Clarisse, ready to thank her, when she smiles at him and says, “There is one more thing.”

Something else? There’s more? What more could there possibly be? What else could he be given? Steve watches as she walks to the door that leads into the bathroom, steps inside, and comes back out holding something that squirms slightly in her arms.

She quickly deposits the thing in Steve’s arms, and he stares wide-eyed at the Rottweiler puppy that starts sniffing at his hands and neck. “What?” he asks.

“She’s yours, Steve. Rottweilers are very loyal dogs, so she’ll stay by your side. They’re also loyal and protective. Once she’s grown, she’ll keep you safe, too.”

“What am I then, chopped liver?” Robin asks, pouting slightly as she looks at the dog. She leans closer to it and yelps when she gets licked.

Steve can’t help laughing, holding the dog closer to his chest. “Does she have a name?” he asks.

“Yeah! It’s Dart!”

Steve looks over his shoulder at Dustin, meeting his curly hair and slightly gummy smile. Next to him, Claudia flushes slightly and hurriedly says, “You don’t need to listen to him, Your Highness. You can name her whatever you’d like.”

“No, I think Dart is good,” Steve replies, looking down at the dog and gently scratching behind her ears. She perks up, her entire body wiggling with excitement, and Steve feels something hopeful and optimistic settle in his chest.

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#congrats #stranger things fic #princess diaries crossover #steve harrington #queen clarisse renaldi #future steddie #modern royalty au #robin buckley #the party stranger things #the party's parents too #my writing #Clarisse gives Steve a dog specifically so he'll never be alone btw cuz she doesn't want him to feel alone again #also please imagine dick harrington just getting home to one of Joe's security team being like also you're still banned

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rottenpumpkin13 · 5 months

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Shinra Floor New Year’s party from hell pretty plz? 🥺

The New Year's Resolution Challenge

• Sephiroth and Genesis arrive at the ballroom. Both of them are dressed in the exact same blue suit.

Sephiroth: Happy new year, director.

• Lazard doesn't reply. He takes one look at them, spits out his drink and starts laughing.

Genesis: Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want. We didn't coordinate this, you know!

Lazard: You look like two penguins—

Sephiroth: We coincidentally had the same suit and chose to wear it tonight.

Genesis: And we could not decide who got to wear it, so we gave up trying to settle the issue.

• Rufus Shinra walks by also wearing the same suit. Lazard absolutely loses his shit.

• Reno and Rude swing by, both with cameras and starts taking pictures of the trio. The camera flash is so strong, Sephiroth is blinded and topples onto Genesis. The two start squabbling on the floor. Reno takes more pictures.

• Lazard watches all of this go down. He looks at his drink sadly.

Lazard: I'm going to need something stronger.

• Later, Zack and Angeal are arguing as they walk up to the table.

Zack: You're so pessimistic!

Angeal: No, I'm not. I just think making "eat healthier" your new year's resolution when your favorite food is a deep-fried donut bacon sandwich is useless.

Genesis: What are you two on about?

Zack: Angeal doesn't think I can keep my new year's resolution! I want to eat healthier food. *he takes a bite out of his fifteenth slider*

Genesis: And I want a robot who slaps Sephiroth on command. Doesn't look like either of us are getting our wish.

Sephiroth: Zack, if you want to keep your new year's resolution, why don't you start tonight? That way, you can assess how well you'll be able to keep it.

Zack: You know what? You're right! *he throws his slider over his shoulder⏤it hits Heidegger on the back of his head* I'm starting now! From now on, no more junk food! I'm a changed ma⏤wait, look! They just brought out the cake!

Sephiroth: Zackary.

Zack: Fine, fine. You're right! I don't need cake!

Angeal: Actually, that's a great idea. Why don't we all start our new year's resolutions tonight?

Genesis: Oh-ho! Do I hear a challenge? The loser who can't keep his resolution until midnight owes everyone else G$1000.

Angeal: The only reason you're so keen on putting money in this is because you don't have a new year's resolution.

Genesis: How can I be any better than I am now?

*Everyone starts talking over each other giving suggestions*

Genesis: Okay OKAY I get it! Goddess!

Sephiroth: My new year's resolution is to be more approachable and friendlier.

Angeal: Mine is to not get stressed out too easily.

Genesis: And I'll take a vow of silence! One whole night without quoting Loveless nor speaking at all⏤

Sephiroth: FINALLY.

*Everyone looks at him*

Sephiroth: I mean *clears his throat* That sounds like a wonderful idea.

• Later, Zack and Angeal are hanging around the buffet table. Angeal is admiring the fruit display (mostly the pyramid of Banora Whites) while Zack looks longingly at the mini hotdogs.

Angeal: Why don't you have some fruit? Zack: Good idea!

• Zack reaches for one of the dumbapples at the bottom of the pyramid. Immediately the display crumbles and crashes to the ground. Over 100 apples roll around all over the place. Angeal goes red in the face and opens his mouth to scold Zack.

Zack: Ah-ah! You can't get mad at me!

*Angeal's eye twitches*

• Meanwhile, Genesis and Sephiroth are walking around the party. Genesis is silently reading his book, trying his best not to talk. They approach Kunsel and a few other SOLDIERs. Sephiroth grins big and wide.

• The SOLDIERs scream and run away.

Sephiroth: What's wrong with my smile? *Genesis opens his mouth to respond, but then the realization dawns on him. He clamps it shut again*

Sephiroth: Hm. I bet you're dying to make fun of me.

Genesis:

Sephiroth: If only someone would point out every single critical flaw of mine.

*A thick blue vein appears on Genesis's forehead*

• Meanwhile, Lazard is showing Angeal some deep breathing exercises.

Lazard: Relax, inhale. Imagine you're walking on a beach...

• A football flies in out of nowhere and hits Angeal in the face, knocking him down. Kunsel rushes up to him.

Kunsel: Apologies! Me and the guys were messing around!

Angeal: *eye twitching* It is fine.

Kunsel: You're blue.

Angeal: IT IS FINE.

• Meanwhile, Zack is watching Reno load up his plate with steak, fries and fried chicken. He's salivating.

Reno: Dude, one slice of pizza won't kill you. It's all about moderation.

Zack: No way! I'm a changed man. I don't need all that heart-attack food to be happy.

*Reno takes a bite out of a chicken wing*

*Zack immediately starts sobbing*

• Meanwhile, Sephiroth and Genesis are back at their table. Sephiroth has Genesis's copy of Loveless in hand and is reciting it wrong on purpose. Genesis is slamming his head on the table.

Sephiroth: Hath the shattered dreams of the morrow.

*BANG*

Sephiroth: Wings are lost, dreams stripped away.

*BANG*

Sephiroth: Mystery in infinite is the goddess of the gift.

*BANG*

Sephiroth: Two friends go into battle. Three of them die.

*BANG* *BANG* *BANG*

• Meanwhile, Angeal is under a table meditating. There's ten minutes to go until midnight. He just has to last ten more minutes.

• Suddenly, there's a commotion outside. Angeal slips his head out to see that Zack has attacked president Shinra. Apparently, the president had a 20lb lobster delivered to his table and Zack went feral. Four turks are trying and failing to pull Zack away from the lobster meat on the president's plate.

• Zack has failed his new year's resolution.

• Angeal rushes out. "I TOLD YOU YOU COULDN'T DO IT! LET GO⏤LET GO OF THE MAN'S LOBSTER, ZACK! ARE YOU GROWLING AT ME!? THAT'S IT *He slips his shoe off to use it as a weapon*

• Angeal has failed his new year's resolution.

• Meanwhile, Sephiroth and Genesis approach Tseng and Rufus. Sephiroth is smiling.

Sephiroth: Good evening, gentlemen. I hope you're having a wonderful new year's eve. How are you both?

Tseng: I'm well, Sephiroth, thank you. You're being awfully sociable,

Sephiroth: It's my new year's resolution.

Tseng: You're doing a good job!

• Rufus notices Genesis's silence.

Rufus: What about you, Rhapsodos? What's your goal for the new year?

Genesis:

Rufus: Do you understand my question?

Genesis:

Rufus: Oh, have I upset you? Are you mad at me?

Sephiroth: Genesis is just shy because he has feelings for you.

*Genesis snaps his head towards him, then looks at Rufus, shaking his head violently*

Rufus: ....Is that so?

Sephiroth: Oh, yes. He's just gone on and on about how attractive and charming he finds you.

Rufus: I had no idea you felt like this, Commander.

*Genesis is glaring at Sephiroth. If looks could kill, Sephiroth would be slaughtered*

Rufus: You don't need to be shy around me, Genesis. We can talk about this like men.

Sephiroth: That would be hard to do. Genesis claims to feel emasculated around me. It appears that my⏤quote⏤strong, unyielding masculine energy provokes his inferiority complex.

*Genesis is turning purple*

Tseng: There's nothing to be ashamed of, Genesis. We all have our flaws, you especially.

• Genesis inhales.

Genesis: THAT'S IT! I DON'T NEED THIS! I DON'T NEED THIS AT ALL. I'LL PAY YOU EACH 1000 GIL! HECK, I'LL PAY YOU 10,000 GIL EACH IF IT MEANS I'LL NEVER HAVE TO GO THROUGH THAT AGAIN!

*he turns to Tseng*

Genesis: HOW DARE YOU CLAIM I HAVE FLAWS. MY FLAWS ARE MY BUSINESS, YOU INSUFFERABLE LAP-DOG!

*he turns to Rufus*

Genesis: AND PLEASE! I AM SO OUT OF YOUR LEAGUE! HOW DARE YOU BELIEVE ALL THAT RUBBISH! THE ONLY FEELINGS I HARBOR FOR YOU, RUFUS, ARE CONTEMPT AND PITY!

*he turns to Sephiroth*

Genesis: WHENEVER YOU SMILE, YOU LOOK LIKE THE SHARK FROM FINDING NEMO!

Sephiroth:

Genesis: AND ME, FEEL EMASCULATED AROUND YOU? YOU, WITH YOUR GIRLY HAIR AND QUADRUPLE-D CHEST?? YOU MUST BE OUT OF YOUR MIND.

Genesis: NOW, IF YOU GENTLEMEN WILL EXCUSE ME, I'M GOING TO GRAB A MICROPHONE, GET UP ON THAT STAGE, AND TALK FOR AN HOUR!

• Genesis stomps off angrily.

Tseng: He needs an exorcism.

Rufus: By the way, Sephiroth, why did you instruct the turks to deliver a 20lb lobster to the president's table?

Tseng: And why did you have me suggest to Angeal that he meditate under the table right across from the president's?

Sephiroth: Because I am a mastermind.

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #ffvii crisis core #final fantasy vii #genesis rhapsodos #ff7 crisis core #angeal hewley #ff7r #zack fair #crisis core #tseng #rufus shinra #reno ff7 #storytime

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lyneira · 1 year

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Hey, I saw you wanted some soft smut prompts!! How about Diluc’s s/o wants to body worship him as a “gift” after seeing him coming back to Dawn winery tired for multiple days in the row and she feels bad for him. Usually he’s the one that body worships his s/o but now she decided to take the reigns and be soft, slow, and sensual with him, letting him relax and showing him her love💙

Ooh, yes!! A wonderful suggestion, anon

SMUT - MINORS DNI

fem!reader x diluc / cw: body worship, blowjob, sexual intercourse

BTW plz listen to Cater 2 U by Destiny's Child, this song fits so well with this prompt

Yes, I 100% agree that Diluc would be the type to body worship his lover! He holds you dearly and loves you too much to not show that great amount of affection and appreciation for you, particularly during lovemaking.

So it's only right to reciprocate that intimate appreciation, especially after seeing how fatigued he's been from work these past couple of days.

When he comes home, prepare him a nice dinner, give him a massage, prepare a bath, and just spoil him a bit before you get down to it.

He'd likely ask why you're pampering him all of a sudden, so tell him that he's been working hard, that he's been doing an amazing job, that he deserves such care, then give him a deep kiss and he couldn't be any more in love with you in that moment.

Therefore, he's gonna slide his hands up to your waist to pull you closer and begin kissing you more fervently, so you gotta grab his arms, pin 'em down, and tell him that you'll be the one to please him tonight. He'll give you a look of intrigued surprise, but he'll oblige. With the way his cock just twitched in his pants, he decides he might as well.

Push him down to the bed, straddle his hips, and start kissing him, whispering what you appreciate about him in between kisses. While you do this, grind your own hips down onto his and you'll feel how quickly his dick will harden and poke at your bottom. And was that a soft moan you just heard from him? Good job, do it more 😏🤭

Even through kisses, you'd already be pleasing him so well that he'd want to touch you too- no, he'd need to. He'd want to return that enormous pleasure you're giving him. So he'll instinctively grab you by your hips, but you've gotta again, pin his hands down, lean your lips close to his ear and remind him that you're the one spoiling him for tonight.

Now, begin planting your kisses down his body, while continuing to tell him how much you love and appreciate him in between them. He'll begin to shiver as you traced your fingers along the scars on his skin and as you further kissed down his toned body.

When you get to his crotch, you'll be able to hear more of his sweet moans as you palm his bulge. Delightful, isn't it? But before you go on to place your lips around his tip and please him with your mouth, ask him what he wants and needs because he doesn't do it enough. He's always holding in many of his thoughts, why not allow him release them as you help him release his load?

He'll look down at you, blush vibrant on his face, desire so clear in both his eyes and from below, and he'll softly say, "I...I want you to suck me off", with a tinge of embarrassment behind it. He isn't used to being so vocal with such thoughts, but you'll soon have him accustomed to it with the pleasure you'd give him, hehe

You listen to him as you suck him off, following his "Right there's", his "Yes, please's" and the rest of his groans and moans.

And with the way you're sucking him off, tongue circling his tip and then flattening to run up and down his length, his "I want's" will soon become "I need's" as you drive him toward his high.

He'll let out one more loud groan as he pours himself onto your lips. He'll look so beautiful at it too, eyebrows furrowed deep in pleasure, lips slightly parted as he pants heavily, cheeks dusted red as his hair. Then he'll eventually look down at you, eyes hazed with lust and desperation, pleading for more.

The next "I need" that would fall from his lips would be an exasperated yet firm: "I need to be inside you. I need to feel you."

And of course, you adhere by mounting yourself once more onto his crotch, aligning your entrance to his tip. He would initially be worried about whether you were prepared to take him in already, but with the sight of your soaking wet pussy and your arousal already dripping down from your lower lips onto his thighs, he was assured there was not much to worry about.

You look into his again and you see how ready and earnest he is for you, and though you were adamant on keeping his hands still, you don't resist as he reaches for your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours. Yeah, you're the one who's in charge of giving the pleasure tonight, but he wants to make sure that you feel safe and are enjoying it too.

So when you finally sink down onto him, he'll stretch you out so good. As you move up and down his length slowly, his grasp on your hand will tighten and he'll let out more moans, signalling his pleasure. Soon enough, you'll be bouncing up and down on him at a faster pace to draw out more of the wondeful sounds that he usually keeps hidden.

As he begins to reach another high, he'll say your name in between gritted teeth to get your attention, and breath out, "I need you to come with me" before removing his hand from yours to place it onto your clit. And before you can say a word, he'll start to rub circles on the bud, causing you to gasp and squeeze down on him even more.

The room was now being filled with the smell of sex, the sound of wet skin slapping, and louder moans from the both of you as you two were approaching your orgasm. And finally, with a sudden deep thrust up from him into your core, you two came together, enveloped in each other’s warmth.

You collapse onto him afterwards, all tired out. As you catch your breath, he'll begin to rub circles on your back gently, while wrapping his arm around your waist to hold you closer, and will gently smile, "You did a good job, my love. Now, it's my turn to take care of you", giving you a firm kiss to your temple.

You thought y'all were finished? Nope, he's not going through a night without giving you proper attention too! And he'll take good care of you like he always does ;)

a/n: I intended for this to be short but I just really got into it, heh. Thank you again for the nice suggestion, anon! 🤭

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #diluc x reader #diluc smut #diluc ragnivindr #nene writes~♡#lyneira's spicy stuff~♤

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