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spirit-lanterns · 4 months

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THIRST COMMENTS 2

synopsis: (celebrity AU) your girlfriend get's jealous when she reads your thirst comments. (part 2/2) part 1 here.

featuring: kafka, himeko, serval, yukong, topaz

rating: 18+ smut (men and minors dni)

warnings: sub! afab fem reader, jealous s.ex, cunnlingus (reader giving and receiving), pet names, slight degradation (use of whore in kafka's), rough s.ex, semi-public s.ex (himeko), possessiveness, lap s.ex, fin.gering, handcuffs, use of vib.rators, mating press, strap ons, doggy style, might be ooc, not proofread.

art credits: bad thinking diary

KAFKA

“You liked all that attention, huh? You liked it when all your fans were thirsting over you on the web?”

Kafka scoffs and bites her lip, keeping a firm hand on your scalp as she pushes you further into her skirt. The exasperated gasp that spilled past your lips pleased your girlfriend greatly while she listened to you with a grin, as Kafka couldn’t help but satiate her jealousy by making you remember just who exactly your lover was.

“Ooh, a new comment. Let’s see what it reads, shall we?” She drums her fingers against the top of your head and groans when she feels your tongue lap eagerly over her clit. You two had just gotten off the filming of the “thirst comments” video that would be uploaded to some popular celebrity news channel, but Kafka found herself growing envious over just how many of your fans lusted for you all over the internet.

The moment you two stepped into Kafka’s private limousine, she had you pushed down on your knees in front of her, one hand guiding you to peel her panties off from her skirt with your teeth, and the other hand reaching for her phone so she could read some of the other comments thirsting about you from Twitter.

“Anonymous said: I think (Reader)’s moans would be the cutest thing to listen to. I’m practically wet just thinking about it.”

Kafka chuckles when she finishes reading that thirst comment out loud, gripping your scalp a bit harder and causing you to moan.

“My, my…the commenter was right. Your moans are the cutest thing to ever listen to. In fact, I think I feel myself getting a bit wet, don’t you feel it?” She grits her teeth and yanks your hair up a little to see the glistening sheen of her pussy juices smeared around your face. The sight makes Kafka groan with pleasure, a wave of possession filling her chest as she pushes you back down to continue eating her out. “Mmpf…such a good girl…she knows exactly who she belongs to.”

Kafka scrolls a bit further through her Twitter feed, eyes landing on another comment that sends another pang of jealousy through her heart.

“Anonymous said: I’d drink up (Reader) till there’s nothing leaking out.”

Kafka grits her teeth at that and subconsciously pushes your head a bit deeper into her cunt. She revels in the way you writhe and squeak, gripping her thighs in your hands as you lap up her cum so eagerly. “Really? They want to drink you up till there’s nothing left? Hah…if only they knew that you were the one who is lapping up my juices so thirstily. You needy girl…”

She smirks and cups your face to pull you up and meet her lips in a sloppy kiss. You’ve never seen Kafka so…possessive in all your time of dating her, yet you’d be lying if you said you weren’t getting turned on at the thought of it. Normally she’s much more in control of her emotions, yet ever since you finished the filming of the thirst comments video, Kafka had been a little out of it till you got to the car.

“One more…let’s read another thirst comment about you, hmm? See what all your fans have to say about a cute whore like you.” Kafka chuckles and her eyes practically glow at this one particular comment. One hand reaching down to grope your ass possessively, while the other clicks on the comment to see it enlarged.

“Anonymous said: (Reader) is just so cute and innocent. I want to make her cum on my fingers until her voice goes hoarse and she’s crying for more.”

Kafka tsks at this and pulls you closer onto your lap, causing you to yelp. “Cute and innocent…” she repeats in a low, husky voice. “Well that’s far from what I see right in front of me.”

She chuckles darkly and snakes her fingers down to your pants, teasing you through the cloth before whispering into your ear. “I bet I can make you cry far, far better than that fan of yours…wouldn’t you agree?”

“Y…Yes…Kafka.” You murmur quietly, breath hitching when she kisses your neck.

“Good girl. I’ll make you cum better than any idolizer in the world. You are mine to devour…”

HIMEKO

“Hmm…I really didn’t expect your fans to be so bold, my love.”

Behind the set of the video “thirst comments” Himeko was currently pinning you up against the wall with her thigh slotted in between your legs. Though filming took place not too long ago, it seems as if Himeko has gotten just a tad bit jealous when she heard you reading off all your thirst comments for your portion of the video.

So now, here you were with your passively jealous girlfriend clinging to you while the staff and crew of the set chatted idly not too far away. Though they couldn’t see where Himeko had you pinned up, if you made any loud noises, they’d be immediately alerted to your proximity.

“Let’s read one of your beloved thirst comments, shall we? Just to remind you of what you remember.”

Himeko purrs and hands you her phone, allowing you to open up her Twitter and see the mass amounts of thirst comments clogging up her feed. “Go on, read one…” Himeko murmurs, pushing you back against the wall as she begins sensually rubbing up your thigh.

“Ah…mmpf…@/servalisms said: not even a guillotine could take away the head I’m about to give (Reader)…”

Though very creative and honestly quite flattering, you gulped and looked up to see your girlfriend staring down at you, with eyes that seemed clouded by something you could not decipher. “H…Himeko?” You murmured in a softer tone.

“Pffh! Quite creative your fans are, hm?” She gave you a teasing smirk, before suddenly dropping down on her knees in front of you.

“Ah! H-Himeko—”

“Just keep reading, darling. Keep reading those little thirst comments of yours and I’ll show you just how good my head game is for you sweet little pussy.” She suddenly pulled your pants down to part your thighs with her hands, nudging your panties with her nose and evoking a series of stifled little whimpers. “Come on…don’t be shy…”

She chuckles and continues prodding you for more access to your pussy. Leaving you no other choice but to continue reading as per request from your girlfriend.

“Anonymous said: the way I’d fuck (Reader) in every position is wi— AH!”

You didn’t even get to finish reading the thirst comment before Himeko suddenly plunged her tongue in to lap at your folds behind the thin, scantily fabric of your already dampening underwear. It was getting increasingly harder to focus on the pixelated words as Himeko just kept pushing against you with more force. Breaths hitching at the way she began losing control in your body…

“Every position? If only they knew your favorite position to be is under me,” Himeko chuckles, hiding the envy behind her golden eyes before planting a sweet kiss to your inner thigh. The sight of her rosy red lipstick left a faint imprint on the surface of your skin, and it left you feeling breathless with the way your normally composed girlfriend was beginning to show her true colors.

“Keep reading,” Himeko all but purrs, voice almost a throaty growl when she pulls your underwear down. “If you can’t even read the words on the screen, I’d say it’s a job well done for me.”

You gulped and shakily looked down to read another Twitter comment. Eyes blurring between the lines, but managing to focus on one singular post.

“@/sinsmockingbird said: (Reader) is so cute and beautiful. I just want to bend them over the table and completely ruin them till they’re a crying mess.”

It was difficult to read every word properly —given by how hard your thighs were shaking— but when you looked down, you saw Himeko biting her lip and staring rather intently at your cunt. It was kinda embarrassing to witness, but confused as to why she suddenly stopped her teasing, you gently tapped on the side of her cheek.

“Himeko…? Did I say something wrong?” Your thighs immediately buckled when Himeko dove her tongue in to press firmly against your hole, reveling in the way it twitched and puckered while your wobbly little legs tried so desperately to keep you upright. A small whine left your throat at the feeling of your girlfriend starting to go to town on you, eating you out with her hands gripped firmly on your thighs, while the tip of her tongue split you open with groans riveting from Himeko’s voice.

“God…you truly have no idea do you,” the usually calm woman exhales, diving back in to taste your juices while you buck your hips rather pathetically into her face. “If only your fans knew I was the one bending you over each night. The one making you cry until your tears have clouded you blind.”

As if to prove her point, Himeko suddenly nibbles against your clit and forces a small cry from your lips.

“So delightful, your noises are.” Himeko chuckles, staring up at you with a lustful gaze that kept you pinned under the redhead’s touch.

“I hope you always remember just how good your girlfriend pleases you.”

SERVAL

“Aghhhh, I knew your fans were down bad for you, but I had no idea they were this down bad.”

Serval chuckles rather hastily, but the envy was green in her eyes that once shown bright blue. Your girlfriend had tried to contain her jealousy after the recent filming of your “thirst comments” video, yet when your portion of the video came up —aka it was your turn to read thirst comments from fans— Serval was making it very obvious that she was jealous from the get go.

Well, it’s not like your girlfriend was that good of an actress in the first place. She was a singer, not an actor, and it resulted in some of her emotions spilling over after the filming, because suddenly you were locked up in Serval’s dressing room, on her lap, and on her couch while she lazily fingers you.

“Ah…shit, you’re so tight baby…” Serval groans, keeping an eye on her dressing room door while your soft, quiet whimpers play in her ear. Your phone sat idly in your hand as you could barely focus on the text on screen, your girlfriend pummeling her fingers inside you and distracting you from the task at hand.

“A…Anonymous said: I would let (Reader) peg me, no fucks given—”

You clamped your free hand over your mouth to stifle a loud moan as you felt the tips of Serval’s long fingers hitting that spongy spot inside you. Though pleasurable, this felt like torture to you while Serval laughed aimlessly and twisted her fingers around to see you writhe. “Peg me? As if this sweet thing could ever peg anyone in her life.” Serval chuckles and thrusts her fingers a bit faster, the middle and ring fingers of her right hand pumping so steadily into your cunt. “Come on, let’s read the next comment. Don’t tell me you’re at your limit yet.”

Serval kisses the navel of your neck and smirks up at you with that cocky expression she always had. Driven forward by her sloppy thrusts, you groaned and narrowed your eyes to focus on the screen in your hand, before latching onto Serval so you wouldn’t accidentally tip over.

“@/the-voxinton-tavern said: (Reader) played her role in her newest horror movie so well! I’d just want to see her legs shaking in a different context.”

Serval scoffs at this before giving your outer right thigh a soft slap to the skin, causing you to yelp and nearly jump out of your girlfriend’s lap. “I’ll have your legs shaking so much you’d be clinging to me to carry you out of this room.” Serval husks, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Aha…well at the pace we’re going at, you’ll be achieving your goal v-very soon…” you mumble, an attempt at making a light joke falling on deaf ears.

“I know. No one knows your body more than I do.” Serval whispers, pushing your body up higher as she forces a third finger in to fill you up even more. At the sudden stretch of your girlfriend’s three fingers all attempting to fit inside you, you buckled your hips forward and gasped, clutching onto the singer’s sweaty shoulders. “S-Serval! Not too quickly—”

“It’s okay, it’ll fit. You’ve taken so many bigger things up you before.” Serval grins, nudging your cheek with her nose. “Alright, let’s read the last thirst comment. Read it all the way through and maybe I’ll let you cum.”

“Maybe?!” You groaned and glared at your girlfriend with a somewhat pouty expression.

“Maybe.” Serval grinned, teasingly kissing your nose and urging you to read the next comment.

“Anonymous said: if (Reader) ever needs a chair, my face is readily available 🤭”

Serval actually laughs at this and suddenly slides her fingers out of your cunt, hoisting you up in those strangely strong arms of hers, and placing you down on the couch to crawl over you in a pinning position.

“If (Reader) ever needs a chair?” Serval tilts her head, a devious smirk on the blonde woman’s face. “Why would you ever need to sit on something other than my lap, babygirl?”

You whine when she suddenly thrusts her fingers back in and causes a cacophony of moans to slip past your lips. Suddenly Serval is faster, harder, and her fingers are starting to plunge further up into your folds, causing you to arch your back and nearly scream.

“You’re so fucking hot…” Serval curses, pulling you closer before bringing you closer and closer to your impending orgasm. “I’m so glad that you’re mine.”

And as if to prove her point, she thrusts her hand till the palm slaps wonderfully against your clit, causing a small squirt of cum to drip past and coat her already slick fingers. “That’s my good fucking girl…” Serval groans, pulling her fingers out to clean them with her tongue. “My good fucking girl…”

YUKONG

“This generation is rather prude with their flirts, hm? That’s no way to pick up a lady…”

Yukong tsks her tongue at the particular thirst comment she sees regarding you and your body. Though thirst comments are almost always a joke within the celebrity community and space, Yukong being of the older generation, was not pleased at the slightest to see how her girlfriend was ogled at and thirsted over on the internet.

Especially to this degree.

“@/lindseynguyen said: (Reader) can step on me with her heels and I’ll thank her for it.”

Yukong narrows her eyes at the thirst before sighing and looking down at you. “Honestly, how masochistic can your fans be, dear? I’m starting to believe you could punch them and they’d get turned on, don’t you agree?”

You’d respond, of course, if not for the fact that you were currently handcuffed to the hotel bed with one of Yukong’s personal vibrators stuffed up your hole. Ever since you two had left the set of the thirst comments video to head back to your hotel room, Yukong had you handcuffed to the post of the bed, sliding her hidden vibrator out of her suitcase so that she could shove it up your cunt for “discipline.” Apparently, for as old and wide as Yukong could be, she was still capable of getting jealous, evident with her rough treatment of you the moment you stepped foot in your suite.

“Darling? Oh, that’s right. You can’t even speak, just moan like the needy girl you are, so desperate for my command.” Yukong strokes a gentle hand across your face, wiping the overstimulated tears from your eyes and giving you a kiss. “Don’t worry, I’ll finish soon enough, then you can get the glorious orgasm you so desperately crave.”

Yukong grins and glances back down at her phone.

“@/chamomillecamille said: (Reader) would NOT be able to hide if we were in a hotel together. The way I’d be screaming her name.”

Yukong raises a brow at this, before chuckling and turning up the vibrations of the toy. “Oh, how ironic isn’t that, my love?” She traces a small drip of precum sliding from your inner thigh, before scooping it up with her finger and licking it. “The fact that I have you tied up and fucked in a hotel room at the moment…I bet Camille would be seething that she can’t savor this.”

As the vibrations of the toy are turned up, the buzz pulsing through your sensitive walls increases and causes you to close your thighs out of pure pleasure. A whine leaks past your throat, alerting Yukong to your now closed position and causing her to tsk at the sight.

“My darling, I thought we went over this. Legs stay open during your punishment.”

Yukong moved your thighs back into their spread position on the bed, eying the way the pastel blue vibrator was now covered in your slick and lube. You caught the older woman drooling a bit, saliva pooling behind her canines before she swallows and moves closer to adjust the shaking toy.

“So wet…it’s almost slipping right out…” she pushes the toy back deeper into its original position, smiling at the way you could barely keep it together. “Oh, don’t look at me like that. Last one, I promise. No more teasing.”

She playfully flicks the clit of your swollen, sensitive cunt before diving her eyes back to the faded screen.

“Anonymous said: I want (Reader) to break my back like a glowstick.”

The older woman chuckles quite amusedly at this, picturing the thought before sliding the dripping wet vibrator out with a pop. “Breaking backs like a glowstick? Wouldn’t that hurt, though?” Yukong tilts her head and smirks at the way you whine with how she tore away your orgasm from you. “If anything, I think your back would be the one broken, my dear.”

She hoists you up by the waist and props your legs up over her lap to get a better view of your sensitive, glistening folds. Using her two thumbs, she spreads them open apart and can’t help but let out a throaty grunt.

“All mine…to think this sweet woman is all mine…”

Pushing your legs forward suddenly, you nearly cry when she pushes your legs down in a position you find yourself in countless times before. A mating press.

“Here, let me show you just how good I could break you.” Yukong purrs, the soft, older woman figure now gone and replaced with someone much more dominant. “I hope all these guests hear just how loud you are when I’m done with you.”

TOPAZ

“Heh, to think I had so much competition vying for your love, babe.”

Topaz raises a brow while reading a particular thirst comment about you on her phone. Normally she’d be more focused on you at the moment —given by how she was currently fucking 7 inches of her strap on into your cunt, doggy style— yet it seemed as if your girlfriend was focused on more…trivial affairs, as she was more upset over the fact that fans were getting pretty possessive over you, rather than the fact that you were buck naked and grinding on her.

“Anonymous said: TELL TOPAZ TO BACK AWAY. (Reader) is mine and mine only.”

Your girlfriend narrowed her eyes at this and gave a particularly hard thrust with her hips. “Pfft, wow, jealous much?” Topaz traced the palms of her hands over your ass and gave the soft, rear ends a harsh squeeze. “I mean, we aren’t even officially dating when it comes to the public, is our relationship that obvious on screen?”

You attempted to answer, but with the way Topaz was grinding the thick shaft against your insides, pulling any word or sound out of you to turn into a moan, had you practically speechless as you were left face planting into your pillow.

“I mean, we do flirt and touch each other sometimes on camera, but I mean come on…” she continued her shallow thrusts and pressed firm nail indents into your sides. “Just listen to this one baby, just listen to it.”

“@/lenzxii said: The way I would let (Reader) literally fuck me until my only coherent thought is her, step on me, beat the dog shit out of me, abuse me, run me over with her car, carve her name in my thigh, let her use any hole she wanted, cheat on me, rob me, steal my shit, kidnap me and I’ll still say thank you for blessing me with your presence.”

Somehow Topaz said all of that under one breath, eyes practically popping out of their sockets as she had to take a quick moment to reread the absolute unit of a thirst comment about her girlfriend. “Lord almighty, babe, your fans are practically ravenous over you.”

“Go…Go figure…” you mumble out in a grunt, noticing how Topaz was starting to slow down with her thrusts, as she was beginning to get distracted with her Twitter feed. “Topazzzzz…please move faster…”

“Hm? Oh, Aha…you want me to go faster? What, do you need me that bad?”

“Yes!” You exclaim almost immediately, now slightly annoyed that she was focusing more on her phone, than you. “You wanted to fuck me because you were jealous so act like it! Stop staring at that phone like it’s your girlfriend, I’m your girlfriend!”

You pouted up at her and gave her the cutest, neediest eyes Topaz had ever seen on a woman, causing her to blush and nearly drop her phone on the bed. “Ah…fuck. You really are cute when you look at me like that…” she chuckles, gripping your hips tighter and repositioning her angle for a better thrust game. “Alright, alright…just don’t pout at me like that. You’ll make me feel bad for putting you here.”

She leans forward and kisses each of your shoulders, starting up her thrusts again before glancing at her phone one last time.

“Okay, I know I said I’d pay attention to you for now on, but this thirst is funny.”

“@/melodazeee said: literally need (Reader) to be elbow deep and braiding my guts 😍🙏”

Topaz snickers at this, before moving her hips back and forth behind you and pushing the tip of her shaft deeper till you were practically split. “Elbow deep and braiding your guys, huh?” The image is so funny for Topaz, as she could never imagine her sweet and cute girlfriend rearranging someone’s guts. “Oh how different reality is, huh babe?”

She wraps her arms around your stomach and could practically feel the small belly bulge she was giving you, every time she pistoned in and out with her cock. The sight of you creaming around her hips and staining the sheets with your juices almost too much for Topaz to handle.

“Fuck…if only I could show the world how hot your face and moans are when I take you…” she groans, before keeping you locked against her body. Breasts pushing languidly against your back while Topaz begins toying with your clit with her fingers.

“I wish I could tell the world how it’s me making you scream behind the scenes…but at least you know it’s only me. That’s all I really need…”

#kafka smut #kafka x reader #himeko smut #himeko x reader #serval smut #serval x reader #yukong smut #yukong x reader #topaz smut #topaz x reader #celebrity au #hsr smut #hsr x reader #star rail smut #star rail x reader #hsr women smut #hsr women x reader

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trendywaifus · 8 days

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i just know top!topaz would ride your dick until you’re absolutely pussy drunk. also, anyone got any topaz thirsts/fluff for me? we need more topaz content.🙏🏽 cw: transfem! reader, overstimulation, vaginal penetration, riding, petnames

“ tooppaz, sl-slow down! “ you whine, squirming while topaz’s hips repeatedly hits your pelvis in a steady yet fast pace. her palms firmly pressed against your stomach as she rides you. “ i don’t want to,”topaz refuses, a smug smile dancing on her lips. she begins to rhythmically grind down on your cock in a back and forth motion, causing your toes to tightly curl from the pleasure.

she rolls her eyes, sighing in exasperation when she sees tears swelling in your pretty eyes. “ you thought i was kidding when i said i wasn’t going to stop until i’m satisfied? it’s been exactly ten minutes and you’re already in tears, begging for me to slow down. aw, my poor baby. “ topaz croons as if she was talking to one of her pets, one of her hands reaching out to tenderly grab your jaw. her upper body carefully falls on top of yours as she leans down to plant a single kiss on your slightly parted lips. “ let me kiss those tears away too.“ topaz grumbles, moving up to kiss at your wet eyelids and rub the corners of your eyes with the pad of her thumb.

topaz returns back up to her previous position, skimming a hand through her beautifully ruffled hair. you let out a broken moan as she continues to ride your length again, pretty tits moving up and down with every bounce. your hands flies to your face, attempting to shy away from her. she tuts, quick to grab your wrists and pull your hands away from your face. “ don’t hide—mm, look at what you’re doing to me. “ your gaze looks down, a creamy ring is at the base of your cock and your shaft is coated with her slick as her hips lifts up from your lap before slamming back down. fuck, that drove you over the edge.

“ nngh, w-wanna cum, “ you whimpered, “ please, please, please—“ topaz lets out a strained giggle, going back to grinding on your dick, but this time, in a circular motion.

“ if you want to, go ahead. i’m intending on milking you dry anyways, my pretty crybaby. “

#trendythirsts #topaz x reader #topaz smut #it’s sad that topaz and robin don’t have much content they are such good characters

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thoughtsonhurtandcomfort · 9 months

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Zodiac Themed Whump Prompts

Thanks for the idea @funky-little-torturer !

These can be interpreted as individual prompts, groups of prompts, or just ~vibes. They're intended to be open to interpretation!

(astrology info source)

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Aries - The Ram - Element: Fire - Ruler: Mars - Season: Spring - Metal: Iron - Stone: Diamond - Color: Red

Keywords: independent, aggressive, impatient, combative, assertive

Scalding

Scrape

Failed escape

Punishment

Mauled

Metal

Taurus - The Bull - Element: Earth - Ruler: Venus - Season: Spring - Metal: Copper - Stone: Emerald - Color: Green

Keywords: persevering, stable, stubborn, possessive, physical

Ownership

Breaking

Rough landing

Survival

Illness

Buried

Gemini - The Twins - Element: Air - Ruler: Mercury - Season: Spring - Metal: Mercury - Stone: Agate - Color: Yellow

Keywords: adaptable, flexible, responsive, sociable, inquisitive

Abandoned

Stress position

Experiment

Isolation

Narrow escape

Suffocating

Cancer - The Crab - Element: Water - Ruler: the Moon - Season: Summer - Metal: Silver - Stone: Pearl - Color: White

Keywords: gentle, feeling, nurturing, defensive, contemplative

Sharp

Vulnerable

Fighting back

Tended to

Shock

Pouring

Leo - The Lion - Element: Fire - Ruler: The Sun - Season: Summer - Metal: Gold - Stone: Ruby - Color: Gold

Keywords: bold, caring, driven, open, passionate

Traps

Hanging on

Human shield

Feverish

Endurance

Bound

Virgo - The Virgin - Element: Earth - Ruler: Mercury - Season: Summer - Metal: Mercury - Stone: Sapphire - Color: Blue

Keywords: analytical, intelligent, reserved, critical, helpful

Merciful

Brutality

Deprived

Fading

Manipulation

Unsteady

Libra - The Scales - Element: Air - Ruler: Venus - Season: Fall - Metal: Copper - Stone: Marble - Color: Pink

Keywords: just, refined, diplomatic, indecisive, artistic

Heavy

Lost

Imprisoned

Headache

Revenge

Stumble

Scorpio - The Scorpion - Element: Water - Ruler: Pluto - Season: Fall - Metal: Steel - Stone: Citrine - Color: Purple

Keywords: perceptive, resourceful, determined, fixed, focused

Pressure

Poison

Ruthless

Pinned down

Tight Grip

Chain

Sagittarius - The Archer - Element: Fire - Ruler: Jupiter - Season: Fall - Metal: Tin - Stone: Topaz Color: Turquoise

Keywords: optimistic, restless, adventurous, honest, irresponsible

Accident

Awake

Hunted

Puncture

Out of breath

Falling apart

Capricorn - The Goat - Element: Earth - Ruler: Saturn - Season: Winter - Metal: Lead - Stone: Garnet - Color: Brown

Keywords: tenacious, resourceful, disciplined, prudent, constant

Hiding

Shiver

Fracture

Thirst

Strained

Endless

Aquarius - The Water-bearer - Element: Air - Ruler: Uranus - Season: Winter - Metal: Uranium - Stone: Amethyst - Color: Sky Blue

Keywords: assertive, inventive, eccentric, idealistic, detached

Icy

Blunt force

Improvised weapon

Sobs

Storm

Cough

Pisces - The Fish - Element: Water - Ruler: Neptune - Season: Winter - Metal: Tin - Stone: Jade - Color: Sea Green

Keywords: intuitive, dreamy, sensitive, perceptive, tender

Bait

Ropes

Submerged

Faint

Nightmares

Bruises

#prompts #prompt list #whump prompts #writing prompts #art prompts #zodiac #zodiac signs #zodiac prompts #rp prompts #whumpspiration #guys i'm so proud of this one

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strwbmei · 8 days

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I think topaz doesn’t get enough love

Can we get some dom!topaz smut??

If you’re up for it…

I love Topaz and I'd love to write for her! The only problem is that I have no idea what exactly to write. Short thirsts are possible with a bit of inspiration, but I'd have no idea where to start with a full fic.

Aside from that, it'll be a while before I upload another fic because I'm focusing on matchups while trying to post thirsts as I'm working on them.

#strwb inbox

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asherthehimbo · 3 months

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Guardians

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Balance is important, for every action there is an equal reaction, Vampires were created and cursed by the sun, so Werewolves were created and cursed by the moon.

The supernatural had strength and wisdom, the humans even the playing field with numbers hundred times greater.

Fire is calmed by water, nature’s leaves are cooled by wind. Balance is important, it is something to uphold, to cherish, to thank; for without balance the world would crumble.

The Ancients, the ‘upholders of balance’, as they liked to call themselves, were the ones who destroyed it. A war started because of greed and envy, ended by grief. The Ancients hide away after extinguishingthe crimson flame, the part of life they feared; they now cower from the azure waters, the part of life they once adored.

After killing a rage filled fire guardian, that anger needs to flow somewhere, be balanced out. What better place than the necklace of a young, grieving; now unbalanced, water guardian?

The water guardian that is rumored to live in the glowing fresh waters of the Pearl sea, the same sea where Dune and its people reside. Under the water, protected by their guardian, away from the prying eyes of humanity. The former nation of the moon, known for its tranquility- not for the bloodshed its people had caused.

Bloodshed that is forgiven, but not forgotten by the inhabitants of Topaz, the land connecting water to nature, connecting Dune to Zapat.

Zapat, a forest land, once harmonious and all shades of green, now barred and stripped of its previous beauty. The land first attacked by the ancients of Rillium, first to join the forces of Aurora in the war, yet last to be restored- the rebuilding not able to keep up with the pace at which the damage was caused.

Aurora, who helped the people of Zapat cross the port city known as Noon and had its inhabitants relocated to Dawn and Crescent, cities filled with workers and wolves. Aurora who after the war experienced a rebellion of their own, a change in leadership. Seen as sudden by the humans but well deserved by those of the supernatural world.

Of course one could not forget to mention Obsidian, the land encased by night, the land who protected Obrillium, the land connected to the underworld, connected to the demons.

Demons who threatened to rise up in revenge for their favorite pets suffering, their most respected disciple who just so happened to live through the most grief in this war. The demon's thirst for revenge was only quenched by the azure waters, but they left with a warning. Should the Ancients not stop their childish quest, they would crumble.

Thus the world was turned around, Ancients disappeared, hiding fearfully from the aftermath of the war they created. Leaving their army’s to fend for themselves, the ruined cities to start rebuilding, leaving those with tainted memories to be forgotten by history, forever lost to the cruel price of battle.

Humans were ignorant to the reason for war, ignorant to the size of it actually, as most of them were located in Aurora and the islands surrounding Obsidian, the two places untouched by the vile hand of Ancients.

Balance is needed, the Ancients know this, for without it the world they created would crumble. They disrupted the balance, mined the fuel for their own nightmares, created the monster they now cower before.

All because they did not uphold the balance they themselves set, the search for the sea sword began. The search for the one weapon that could restore the balance, calm the erratic water that is left in the dark without the light of the fire.

The sea sword will see balance restored, by any means necessary.

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vmp3ater · 27 days

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bratty sub topaz…… 🤤 that’s all I wanted to share.

subbot topaz x domtop gn reader

NGHHSHSH TOPAZ. I AM CRAZY ABT HER

topaz who’s a brat. always being demanding with you in bed just so that you can fuck her just the way she likes. but she only acts out in hopes that you’ll put her in her place. which you do, and she seems to be enjoying it too much.

holding her down by the nape of her neck while you thrust yourself into her. she’s moving her hips back into your pelvis haphazardly while you bring her back down onto you once more. she’s moaning into the pillow she’s shoved on so much, white and red hair sprawled out as she weakly claws the sheets.

she’s definitely a squirter. when she finally gets to cum she makes a mess of the sheets, fluids spraying everywhere while you ride her through her orgasm. she looks back at you with a fucked out expression, but a smirk was painted on her face. perhaps the both of you aren’t done yet <3

#vmp thirsts.#topaz thirsts.#honkai star rail smut #honkai star rail x reader #sub honkai star rail #hsr smut #hsr x reader #sub hsr #topaz #topaz smut #topaz x reader #sub topaz #bottom topaz #dom reader #top reader #gn reader

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sanjoongie · 27 days

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𝕄𝕠𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕪

🌇Pairing: Kang Yeosang x Reader (f)

🌇Genre: smut, pwp

🌇Au: Non-idol au

🌇Trope: established relationship

🌇Warnings: sub! yeosang, dom! reader, genital piercing (f), cock ring, restrained orgasm, penetrative sex with no barrier, duringcare

🌇Rating: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

🌇Word Count: 184

🌇Summary: you edge yeosang in some ripped stockings while riding him

🌇divider by @cafekitsune

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“Oh god oh please oh fuck.” Yeosang moans beautifully.

“What’s wrong, Sangie?” You ask sweetly.

Yeosang’s fingers grip the sheets under him before letting go. His eyes zero in on the fishnets that are ripped open, his cock moving in and out of you. The only thing shinier than your pussy right now is the clit piercing you have. Yeosang moans again as he feels your cunt clench around him before you cast your head back. Another orgasm for you… and none for him.

“That cock ring works wonders,” You muse out loud.

“Please?” Yeosang begs.

You tilt your head, halting the movement of your hips, considering your words. You rest, leaning over for a swig of your water bottle. “You think you should come now?”

You pass the water bottle to Yeosang, who greedily gulps from it and then groans from the hydration he clearly needed.

“Yes?” He says hopefully.

It makes you giggle. You swivel your hips and Yeosang lets out one of his deep moans again. “One more. I want you to explode when you get to cum the first time.”

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maladaptivedongdreamer · 2 years

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Scar Tissue

Leone Abbacchio x Reader; 3.2 k words

"Scar tissue that I wish you saw/Sarcastic mister know it all/Close your eyes and I'll kiss you 'cause/With the birds I'll share/With the birds I'll share this lonely viewin'." Scar Tissue - Red Hot Chili Peppers

Warnings: implied sexual intercourse; substance abuse (alcohol and cigarettes); language; Reader is GN; cheating?; not sure if what you read at the beginning counts as self harm, but beware.

Surrounded by sand and white stones polished by centuries of whipping arid wind. You were going to die in the middle of nowhere, just another corpse in the desert. The sun had reached its zenith, yet the sky was crimson: a deadly omen. In front of you, an expanse of nothingness seemed to mock your dying hopes of being rescued.

All you wanted was to satiate your thirst. Your throat felt as if coarse sand was covering it: gulping was a chore; swallowing your own saliva felt as if lava was running down your esophagus.

You looked down and frowned. You forgot you had a knife in your hands. As you squeezed your eyes the knife's blade curved: was it a scimitar? Your eyes felt as dry as your throat, so you had trouble focusing on the object. The metal itself seemed to reflect the red sky, burning a simulacrum on your retinas. You blinked. You were sure the blade had changed its shape: now it was straight like a dagger, with a topaz on its handle.

You fell on your knees, stumbling on your own feet. Your hands let go of the blade and buried themselves in the sand to stop you from falling face first into the ground. You could feel blisters forming on your exposed skin and let out a pained scream: no sound came out from your throat.

When you raised your hands to inspect your torn skin, you found the tissue to be intact. You didn't question it. Instead, you found a way to satiate your thirst. Using the blade - the topaz seemed to have turned into an amethyst - you drew blood from your arm. Weirdly enough, you didn't feel as much pain as you had anticipated. Without any hesitation, as if not to waste a single droplet of your own blood, you started drinking. And yet, you didn't seem to be able to quench your thirst.

You were about to start crying tears of frustration when a particularly strong blast of wind shook you.

You woke up screaming. "Such a cheap narrative trope", you found yourself thinking. A firm voice called your name. You focused your eyes on the naked man towering above you, his chiseled torso and his platinum hair.

"You had fallen asleep", he said. You wanted to remark how he had just stated the obvious, but something in his cold glare made the words freeze in your throat. You inadvertedly took your hand to your neck, an uncomfortable feeling starting to make its way into your consciousness.

"May I have some water, please?" you asked. You had a bad taste in your mouth; understandable considering how much red wine you've had and how many cigarettes you've smoked. You remembered your dream and the unsatiable thirst that you had experienced in the desert. The symbolism may not have been very subtle, but then again subtleties were not something that you could afford in your daily life.

Leone didn't answer. With his thumb he pointed towards the kitchen. Then he left the room. You felt the bathroom door close behind him and you knew that in a couple of minutes you would hear the water running in the shower. You sighed as you sat up from the couch, your body still pleasantly sore from that night's activity. You took a clean glass from the cupboard and opened the fridge to look for some clean water. All you could find was more wine, half a carrot, some steaks and a moldy lemon. You rolled your eyes as you closed the fridge.

Thankfully, the tap water in Naples was bearable, but you wished Leone had a water filter. You chugged that first glass of water and went for seconds.

As you heard the water running in the bathroom, you wondered what would happen if you waited for Leone to come out of the shower. You had an unspoken rule that you needed to comply to: as soon as you were done having sex, you would dress up and leave. The money to call a cab would be on the living room coffee table.

At the beginning of your liaison, Leone's bluntness had offended you. When he first left you money, you felt like a prostitute. A cheap one: all you were worth to him were some hundreds of lire; just enough to pay for the five minutes it took the cab to drive you home. His answer, when you confronted him about it, had been a shrug. "I just want to make sure you get home safely. It's much less troublesome this way than if I had to personally drive you home." You probably should have left then and there, told him to fuck off and that he better found another whore to use to his heart content.

But you didn't. Meeting after meeting you had learnt Leone's boundaries and his unspoken rules. He was not going to change for you: you either accepted his limits or distanced yourself. Every time you considered cutting ties with him, something stopped you.

He had some conventionally attractive features: he was tall and well-built; you knew he worked out a lot, because in spite of his awful lifestyle choices, his body was statuesque. His face was slightly on the longer side, but his jaw, while not square, was defined. His Roman nose was probably one of his most prominent features, and definitely one of your favorite: his profile was sharp and noble. His mouth was well shaped, but his lips thin: the dark lipstick he loved to wear emphasised this characteristic.

His most eye-catching feature was the bleached platinum hair. You admired his courage: you were aware that he had been a cop in the past and you could only imagine how his colleagues might have reacted to this eccentricity. Being non conventionally masculine in an environment like that must have been challenging, at least at first. However, the fact that Leone towered over most with his imposing stature had surely helped him not receive too many unsolicited opinions on his appearance.

Your absolute favorite feature of his were his eyes. Long, dark and thick eyelashes framed the most exquisite topaz irises: you had never seen eyes like those. The dark outer circle was particularly prominent, which only made the honey-like color pop. At times, for whatever trick of the light, his eyes seemed to have purple speckles in them.

The rare occasions when he looked you in the eyes during intercourse where one of the reasons why you kept coming back in spite of his algidity. At times, it seemed that those eyes conveyed warmth. But before you could delude yourself, Leone always averted his glare and focused his attention on leaving lipstick marks and bites all over your neck.

The water running in the bathroom brought you back to the present. You sighed. You knew what to expect and Leone had been honest from the start about his intentions: if you felt hurt or offended by his behaviour, the blame could only fall on yourself. He had never tried to lead you on.

You started gathering your clothes from the floor, picking them up one by one and trying to remember the events of the night. You had arrived at Leone's place already drunk. That afternoon, after leaving work, you had once again debated whether you were to respond to his invitation or not. The past couple of bootycalls had been quite emotionally taxing on you. However, since you knew you had no right to complain about the situation, you denied yourself the right to feel hurt by him.

You were now completely dressed up. You shook your head as you walked towards the coffee table, where a couple of crumpled up bills were waiting for you near the telephone. You knew the number for the cab company by heart. Your ride would be there in less than ten minutes, the man on the other end of the line told you.

Unsure of what to do to pass the time, you resorted to the usual meaningless ritual. Standing by the window, you looked outside in the dark, waiting for the taxi to arrive.

It wasn't even past midnight, yet there was no one outside, except for a group of teenagers smoking on the other side of the road. The sight awakened your own nicotine addiction and you reached for the pack of red Marlborough in your purse. Leone wasn't bothered by your bad habits. In fact, he had placed an ashtray by the windowpane for you to use. It would have been too much to ask him to clean it up occasionally and remove the old cigarette butts: the remains of your guilty pleasure seemed to multiply week by week. How many packs were there by now?

You opened the window and let the cold autumn wind in. As you lightened up your cigarette, your glare had been captured by one particular cigarette butt. You furrowed your brows and took the first drag, letting the cigarette hang of your lips as you exhaled through a corner of your mouth. With your empty hands, you reached for the stub, soiling your fingers with ash. You raised the discarded cigarette end at eye level and inspected it. The red traces of lipstick forming a perfect pout around the filter gave you the impression of a mocking frown. You felt your stomach close and the cigarette fell from your lips, a burning glimmer bouncing on the asphalt and extinguishing in a puddle.

You couldn't remember ever wearing red lipstick, and Abbacchio only wore his trademark dark purple shade.

When Leone entered the living room, you barely noticed. Only when he called your name you turned around wincing. You had let go off of your finding, which had probably joined your own cigarette into the puddle. You looked at him as if you couldn't really see him. Then, without paying him a second glare, you muttered something about your cab and headed to the door. As you walked past him, he firmly grabbed you by the wrist, forcing you to halt. You refused to look at him and yanked your hand from his grasp. "Goodbye, Leone", you said, trying to sound as calm and collected as possible.

He didn't try to stop you a second time.

When you finally exited the building, you refused to look back to see whether Leone had closed the window or not. You didn't even wait for the cab. With a steady pace, you started walking towards your own place. The teenagers you had seen only minutes ago had already left. You were conpletely alone, but the light of the street lamps made you feel safe enough.

You took a deep breath, trying to ground yourself, but felt like in a dream. Everything, from the sound of your steps echoing in the night, to the cold wind burning your cheeks, seemed hushed, quiet, unreal, your thoughts included. You were aware that you should have been concerned: knowing yourself, that was only the quiet before the storm. Menacing clouds were already moving forward on the horizon, manifesting themselves as images forming in your mind.

There was someone, possibly a woman, with red lipstick, warming Leone's bed in your absence. Maybe she wasn't even the only one: who knew how many other lovers he had while he was fucking you?

You shook your head and took in a sharp breath: you had to get home before you could succumb. You hastened your steps, your lungs fighting against the exertion and the cold wind. Leaving an ephemeral trail of small clouds of condensed breath behind you, you were thankful you didn't encounter any living souls. The sight of you might have worried a well-intentioned passer-by.

"The walk of shame of my life", you thought to yourself. "Definitely the last one."

As you finally turned the corner to your own street, you could feel the lump in your throat grow tighter. By the time you entered the building where you lived, your eyes were filled with tears. Finding the keys to open the door to your apartment and then inserting the right key in the lock felt like a race against time. Tears were falling down on your trembling hands as you fumbled with your keychain.

You finally managed to open the door and let the storm wreak havoc.

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The next day at work, you could barely function. Not that it mattered to you: that office job was nothing more than a way to pay the bills. You could easily spend the day pretending to work, without anyone noticing. Thankfully, no emergency occured and nobody bothered you. If anything, you spending your lunch break at your desk earned your supervisor's approval. Little did he know your stomach felt as if it couldn't hold down any food. You blamed yourself for not being able to handle the situation better. At the end of the day, you knew that you had no right to feel that way.

It wasn't as if he cheated on you: you never agreed on being exclusive. He never led you on either: he'd been as clear as day about his intentions.

You were tormenting yourself with self-deprecating considerations when the phone rang. The sudden shrill noise made you jolt in your seat. You let the papers in your hand - the same that you've been pretending to read thoroughly all afternoon - fall on the desk, scattering around as you rushed to answer the call.

"Hello?" you greeted. After a second of silence coming from the other end of the receiver, the mysterious caller hung up on you. "Well, fuck you too", you muttered through gritted teeth before slamming the handset against its housing. Only then, looking at the watch on your wrist, you realised with a sigh of relief that your working day was about to end. A long weekend of self-loathing awaited you. You hoped the mini market down the street was still open: you were not going to spend a single waking moment sober.

You finally wore your coat, packed your leather bag and left the office. It was already dark outside, it had been for a couple of hours now. You took in a deep fresh breath of air and as you spotted the mini market at the end of the street you felt a little bit more optimistic.

Until you saw him. Abbacchio was staring at you from across the road. He knew that you'd seen him, so there was no way out of the situation. Your heart sank back into your stomach and the new-found optimism withered away before it could blossom. You raised an eyebrow in his direction, as you crossed your arms in front of you. For a brief moment, you considered the idea of hitting him with the heavy leather bag that you were carrying. The thought made you feel slightly better. He crossed the road in a matter of seconds, his stupidly long legs covering the whole distance in a few steps.

"Hello", he greeted you. You nodded, barely acknowledging his nicety.

"What do you want?" you asked him, cutting the pleasantries short. He looked at you in silence for a brief second before reaching into his coat. You tried not to think about his chiseled body as you caught a glimpse of his chest. When he handed you a bunch of papers, you stared at them, slowly blinking.

"You left these at my place last night", he said simply. You took the papers and looked at them. You had completely forgotten about those. For the sake of making a little bit of conversation with him, you had pretended that you needed his help with some work stuff. In your drunken state, you couldn't see any fallacy in the plan. 'Since you used to be a cop, perhaps you know something about this specific law', you had told him. He had easily deflected your pathetic excuse of an attempt. The memory made you blush. You hid your flustered expression by ramming the papers in your bag as you muttered a resentful "thank you".

"You also owe me two thousand lire", he stated. You raised your head from your bag to look at him with utter disbelief. You mouthed a 'what' but no sound left your lips. "For the cab. I had to pay the taxi driver", he explained. He looked at you straight in the eyes. In the darkness, it seemed that a corner of his mouth was raised in a sly smirk: you convinced yourself it had to be an illusion. His request to you felt so unreal that an inappropriate response was all that your body managed to react with. You felt a laughing fit rousing your body as your side-splitting laughter echoed in the street. A couple of passers-by turned around to look at you, much to Leone's annoyance. Whether he hated to be seen in public or you or just the unnecessary attention he was drawing on himself, you weren't sure.

"Sure, God forbid you give me more than the bare minimum", you said. As the words left your lips, you knew that there was no going back. Leone, however, didn't seem particularly surprised by your bitter remark.

"I thought you didn't like being 'paid'. If I recall correctly, it makes you feel 'like a whore'", he replied calmly, his eyes never leaving your face.

"I'm not talking money", you rebutted. Your admission, which came out much more sincere and revealing than what you initially intended, made him frown. It seemed that your honesty was a bother to him. You both looked down, incapable of meeting eachother's eyes. You searched into your pocket for your wallet and extracted the money to give to Leone. "I am sorry. I can't do this anymore", you admitted as you extended your arm towards him, the two thousand lire in your hand. Without taking his money back, he asked:

"Is that why you acted so strangely last night?" You took a deep breath in and nodded. "Did something make you change your mind about our... agreement?" His choice of words reopened the wound more than anything else. Between the two of you there was nothing more than a mutually beneficial arrangement. If that was the case, there was no reason to hold back: the deal was no longer profitable to you.

"I know you've been seeing other people", you admitted. He raised his eyebrows, his lips parting in surprise. He must've really doubted your smarts. "I thought I was ok with you being emotionally unavailable. I honestly don't even know why you sleeping with other people hurt me, but it did." You bit your cheek, your eyes piercing the ground. "Maybe this sort of 'agreement' is not for me", you stated finally as you raised your head with a sad smile on your lips. "I can no longer do this."

Leone didn't reply. His eyes were fixed on you; he was still like a statue. You reached into his pocket and placed his money there. Then, after looking at him one more time, you told him goodbye.

(to be continued. perhaps.)

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The Flight Risk (Marc Spector x Bakunawa!Reader Intro pt.1)

a/n: obligatory shirtless marc gif for what lies ahead i actually had fun and laughed at myself writing this. shit's about to get real in the next part, but i haven't written it yet. i'm also going on a trip, so... that update is a lot unsure. i'll try to stick to the usual wednesday, 9am pht.

Prev: II. Layla pt.2 | Next: III. Marc pt.2 | AU Masterlist

warnings: violence (mentioned); swearing; non-canon Filipino mythology; marc being a grumpy eagle; reader thirsting for marc for ten (10) seconds

“No.” “Yes.” “No.” “YES.”

“No!” You yelled at Layla as soon as you got to the airport exit.

“You can find Marc way faster than me. Just make sure he doesn’t get himself killed while I reacquaint myself with some old friends.”

You looked at her unimpressed. Not counting the fact that you did not know Marc at all, you were very wary over the fact that there was strong deity magic at play all over Cairo.

You weren’t going to disturb another one.

“Just two days. And I’ll call you every day.” She slipped a burner phone in your jacket pocket. “I promise.”

Sigh. You relented.

Layla was right.

You found Marc staying at a shoddy inn within a couple of hours.

You knocked and waited for a good ten minutes at his door before it opened.

Dear Lord.

Steven – or rather, Marc drunkenly swayed at the door, wearing nothing but boxer shorts.

You knew you felt some muscle when you snogged Steven a couple times, but you didn’t expect him to actually look like he did before you.

An annoyed grunt pulled you out of your staring.

“Oh, hi, Marc.”

SLAM!

You knocked incessantly at his door, until it angrily swung open the second time.

“What?!”

“I can help you find Harrow.”

Now, you sat in his messy room, glass strewn across the floor from a broken mirror that was hastily covered by a blanket.

“Well?”

You clicked your tongue behind your teeth before you shushed him.

“This is a waste of time. Get out. Go home.”

You glared at him. If it weren’t for Layla…

“Harrow has powers that shields him from Bakunawa’s sight, but he’s here.”

“No shit. Do you even know how big Cairo is?”

Your eyes flash topaz as you hissed at him. “Careful, mortal.”

You slam your fist on the floor, pushing Bakunawa back down, then rose to your feet.

“Get dressed. There’s a guy who knows something about a dig site. That’s a start.”

Then the idiot left you in the middle of the road half an hour later.

“Layla, your husband is a fucking flight risk.”

“Get used to it. I’m a little busy tracing an old collector friend. Just find him again.”

“What am I? A bloodhound?”

Two hours later, you were at a cliff, not far from the city.

Ah, the little serpent has found you once again.

You desperately tried to ignore the bodies littered across the ground, keeping your eyes on Marc, yet the smell of blood was taking over your attention.

“I’m guessing you missed the information about the dig site?”

That got me a chuckle from ol’ Grampa Crow.

“Why don’t you play with your little rocks and be some help in finding Ammit, huh?”

“So, now you’re willing to have me stick around and not leave me in the middle of the road to go on a murder spree?”

“Hey, I did not do this,” Marc pointed a finger in your face.

“Sure, they all stabbed each other and dropped dead,” you rolled your eyes and shoved his hand away, but not before you noticed the open cut on his arm.

You took a bottle of water from your bag and poured it over his arm.

“You just got my jacket and jeans we—” “Shush.”

You covered the wound with your hand, summoning the strength of any nearby Diwata for their healing powers. Your hands briefly glowed an icy blue before it faded into Marc’s cut, sealing it shut and leaving his arm good as new.

“The armour could’ve fixed that easily.”

Wow, he’s an asshole. Just like his master, the sand Diwata scoffed, unknown to Marc, before vanishing back into its realm.

Tell me about it.

Since Marc was being difficult, you turned to Khonshu instead. “Any better ideas? It seems like even Harrow’s followers are shielded from any form of divination.”

“What about the other gods? Are they just gonna stand by and allow somebody to unleash Ammit?” To signal for an audience with the gods is to risk their wrath.

“Can we trust the old bird?” you turned slightly to mumble to Bakunawa.

Khonshu and his Avatars have not fared well to any gods, deities, and other Avatars for the past centuries. I suggest we go back to London.

You rolled your eyes. “Are you sure this isn’t you being moon-hungry talking?”

If I wanted the moon, I could’ve easily taken over your body and slit your wimp’s throat to draw out the bird.

“Try to keep it family friendly, why don’t you?”

Suddenly, it was quiet, and you could feel the wind change.

You turned to Marc and Khonshu.

“What did you do?” “What are you doing?”

Sending the gods a signal they can’t ignore.

You felt the familiar movement of Bakunawa under your skin, tattoos moving like scales.

When you looked up at the sky, it was a solar eclipse.

“No! What did you do?!” Your voice began blending between yours and Bakunawa’s.

“Hey, what’s happening?” Marc grasped your biceps, which only caused searing pain even on your clothed skin.

He immediately let go of you, and for a moment, the concern in his eyes almost made you mistake him for Steven.

“No,” you panted. “Go. You need… to go… now. While I can… still control him.”

I suggest you do as the little serpent says, Marc.

“Shut up, you worthless god!”

Your outburst suddenly changed Marc’s stance. He now looked more alert, defensive.

“Bakunawa?”

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spirit-lanterns · 6 months

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THIRST COMMENTS

synopsis: (celebrity! AU) reacting to thirst comments with your celebrity girlfriend. (part 1/2) part 2 here.

featuring: kafka, himeko, serval, yukong, topaz

rating: 18+ suggestive (men and minors dni)

warnings: celebrity! fem reader, no smut but very suggestive, mentions of strap ons, mentions of tit-sucking, jealousy, possessiveness, secret relationships, teasing, sugar mommy relationship (topaz), se.xual innuendos, dirty talk, mentions of mommy, milf, legal age gap relationship (yukong), may be ooc.

art credits: act-age

KAFKA

“Anonymous said: I will let Kafka break my back like a glow stick.”

Kafka’s eyes widened slightly and she let out an amused chuckle, staring at the camera with a subtle, yet flirtatious grin. “My, my…I had no idea my fans were quite the masochists.” She hums into the mic, trailing a seductive finger across her lips and whispering in a lower tone. “Perhaps I should star in an 18+ BDSM movie at some point. What do you think, darling?”

Kafka gave you a teasing nudge and you laughed as you continued scrolling through Twitter for more thirst comments. The two of you have been invited to read thirst comments on the set of one of those giant social media platforms, but the crew had no idea that you and Kafka were actually dating behind closed doors. They had just invited you both since you were frequent co-stars for various films, yet they didn’t anticipate the amount of tension you two would have while being filmed without any scripts.

“Only if I get to star as the main girl.” You reply teasingly, Kafka giving you a light flick on the forehead as you laughed and read the next comment. “Okay, okay, here. Here’s another thirst comment for you,” you say jovially, handing Kafka your phone.

“Hmm, I’ve been getting too many of these recently.” She chuckles, taking your phone and reading the next thirst comment out loud.

“@/itsmeanobody said: I know she’s strapped and I’m not talking about the gun.”

Kafka let out a breathy laugh and covered her mouth with her hands, clearly flattered by the subtle innuendo. “Oh, dear…”

“I can confirm, she is very strapped.” You smile at the camera, giving it a playful wink and watching as the director’s face slowly morphed into one of shock. Kafka squeezed your thigh under the table to hush you with your words, causing you to gasp under her grip. “Shhhh, careful dear. You don’t want to tease the fans too much…” She grins and reads the next comment, eyes widening slightly as she reads it out loud.

“Speaking of the fans. This next comment sure is interesting. Anonymous said: "When Kafka came on screen, so did I.”

Your secret girlfriend bites her lip at the comment and can’t help but let a few laughs escape her throat. “You naughty, naughty fans…” Kafka purrs, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer against her. “I didn’t expect my fanbase to be so dirty.”

“Well, have you seen the ten thousand TikTok edits of you in Flash and Furious (Parody of Fast and Furious)? I’ve seen more content on you than anything else from the movie.”

“Awe, come on,” Kafka pouts, giving your cheek a little squeeze and giving a snide smile to the camera. “Can you blame me? I was cast in such a sexy role.”

“I think I was sexier.”

“Yeah, you were.”

Kafka grins lazily and sits back upright, the tension so unbearably strong, all the people on set were blushing and sweating under the stage lights. You and Kafka didn’t mind, though. As celebrities, you knew the tension between you was more than enough to have fans buzzing, and despite actually dating in real life, you wanted to keep the buzz going.

“Mm, one last thirst comment before we move on to your turn, dear.” Kafka says as her eyes trail down to your phone. “Anonymous said: I want Kafka to mess up my insides with that big strap she hides in the back.”

After that very bold comment, Kafka sucked in a breath and watched as you frowned slightly in a bit of jealousy. Though you were aware that fans often thirsted for both you and Kafka, you couldn’t help but grow a bit jealous as fans wanted so desperately to sleep with your girlfriend.

“Actually, that big strap is just for m—”

Kafka quickly covered your mouth.

“Haha, we’ll be right back!”

After your accidental slip up, the camera was cut and Kafka turned to you with a knowing smile. “Darling, are you jealous?” She chuckles with a sly grin. “About four comments in and this one is the one that gets you all riled up?”

“It’s true though, that strap is mine and mine only.” You whisper into her ear, giggling a little before playfully shoving her. “What, like you wouldn’t get jealous when it’s my turn.”

“I happen to be very good at concealing my emotions though, dear.” Kafka replies in a sultry tone. “Besides, you’re the only girl who’s bed I would willingly climb in.” She grins and lowers her voice to a husky whisper. “And the only girl who’s insides I’d ruin with that ‘big strap’ of mine.”

Your cheeks heat up at her words and you feel a jolt of arousal pulse at your core.

“Ugh…stop trying to turn me on, we're still in the middle of filming.” You mumble.

“Sorry, sorry.” Kafka replies before resting her chin on her hands. “Why don’t you begin reading your thirst comments, darling. I promise, I won’t even get jealous.”

She laughs and gives you a flirtatious wink, causing you to roll your eyes and signal the director that you were ready to continue filming. “Sure, sure. I bet your face would turn all green from envy.”

“We’ll just see about that.” Kafka smirks. “Go on, let’s continue shall we?”

“Oh, sure.” You smile, playing along as you knew Kafka would eventually fall prey to her jealousy. “This thirst comment says…”

And you watch with joy as Kafka’s hand twitches slightly at the start, making you smile with amusement as your girlfriend was not as good at concealing her emotions as she said.

HIMEKO

“Anonymous said: If Himeko’s breasts are feeling a bit heavy and in pain, I’d gladly suck the pain away.”

After reading the first thirst comment, Himeko’s face flushed bright red with embarrassment. Her hand instinctively shot out for yours under the table, as she tried her best to remain calm in front of all the cameras. “O-Oh…Oh my…” she laughs a bit nervously, unsure of what to do with the raw desire of some of her fans. “That is uh, well…thank you for the offer, anonymous commenter. Your generosity is quite admirable.”

You chuckled softly at Himeko’s attempts to remain calm and polite, before cupping her hand under the table and giving it a comforting squeeze. “To be fair, Himeko does have a nice chest.”

“Hey—”

Himeko narrowed her eyes at you before instantly smiling and jabbing at your sides. To the public, you were just a pair of co-stars who had “intimate” moments with each other that seemed to spice up your careers. But behind closed doors, you and Himeko were closer than ever, as you had secretly gotten together after the filming of your latest movie.

“But it’s true, Himeko has a very nice figure. It’s nice to admire it once in a while.”

“Darling, that's called being a pervert.”

“No, it’s called appreciating your beauty.”

You smiled and winked at her, causing Himeko’s face to flush as red as her hair. Your tension was a lot more…romantic than some of the other celebrities in the industry, and whenever you and Himeko got together, you always made her laugh.

“This next comment is from another anonymous user. Anonymous said: "Everyone repeat after me, Mommy Himeko.”

Himeko raised a brow at this, confused by this certain comment. “…Darling, what do they mean by… ‘Mommy Himeko?’ I don’t have children yet.”

You burst out laughing at her reaction, Himeko’s obliviousness to the comment clearly showing her age. “Himeko, they’re calling you mommy because you’re very…mother material. In a hot way.” You clarified, Himeko only growing more confused at this. “In a hot way? Isn’t that ince—”

“No no no—!”

You took a brief intermission pause and cut the cameras. After a good two minutes of explaining to Himeko what being called “mommy” meant, the cameras were turned back on, as you and Himeko sat back in your seats.

“And we’re back!” You exclaim jovially, your girlfriend Himeko just hiding her face on the table as steam poured out of her ears. Too embarrassed after realizing what being “mommy material” was. “Sorry about the cut, I had to teach old grandma Himeko what being a Mommy meant.”

“I’m not…old.” Himeko grumbles against the table. “Let’s just read the next thirst comment already.”

You chuckle and slide Himeko your phone for her to read, the redhead hesitantly picking up the device and reading the first comment that caught her eye. “@/sinsmockingbird said: Ahhhh the need to suck on Himeko’s titties is so strongggg”

“…Again with the tit-sucking.” You chuckle behind your hand, Himeko’s face burning even brighter than before as she groaned. “I— how do people say these things on the internet…” Himeko stutters, her eyes unable to look at the cameras and choosing to stare at the floor. “I am just…shocked at how bold people can be.”

“Yeah, the internet can be pretty bold at times.” You laugh softly, running a comforting hand through your girlfriend’s soft locks. “Do you wanna do one more thirst comment before it’s my turn?”

“Ah…I suppose.” Himeko says with an awkward expression, mustering up the courage to read another comment. “It can’t be that bad after this, right?”

No. She severely underestimated how down bad her fanbase actually was.

“Anonymous said: I would totally have a threesome with (Reader) and Himeko. They can punish me whenever.”

After reading that final comment out loud, Himeko couldn’t help but let her face slowly fall as she reread the comment multiple times.

“…Wow. I didn’t expect that comment to be in there.” You laughed softly, a little surprised yourself as you had no idea Himeko’s fans would also be lusting after you. “That must mean we’re a pretty hot couple, eh Himeko?”

You nudged her playfully, expecting her to nudge you back like you always did for your playful banters, but Himeko said nothing. Just staring at the thirst comment in silence as her eyes kept trailing over the words like it was a paragraph.

“…Himeko?”

“Hm? Oh. Sorry.” She smiles softly and looks up at the camera, flashing her signature smile like nothing was wrong. “Thank you for the flattering comment, anon.”

You felt shivers go down your spine as an aura of uneasiness swept across your body. Normally Himeko would be embarrassed or not understand what the comment was implying, yet this time she was being eerily calm and it was starting to spook you a bit.

“H-Himeko? Ah—!”

You quickly closed your mouth as Himeko trailed a hand down to your hips and gave it a possessive squeeze. Her face was still neutral to appease to the cameras as she slowly turned to you with a smile. “…I believe it’s your turn now, dear.” She says in a calm tone, her hand still holding you roughly which was very unlike Himeko’s usual personality.

“Wh— I…okay…” was Himeko jealous? One look at her eyes and you instantly could tell, she was going to wreck you later on the car ride home.

“Well, go on. Let’s read the first thirst comment together, shall we?” Himeko hums, sliding the phone over to you and ensnaring your fate.

“…Yes ma’am.” You say in a softer tone, shakily picking up the phone to read your thirst comments, and praying for your legs later tonight.

SERVAL

“@/lindseynguyen said: I want Serval to play me like how she plays her guitar. Rough and hard.”

Serval wheezes after reading that and hides her face into the table, laughing like a lawnmower gone bad as she struggles to keep herself from dying. “I ca— what the heck…” she’s close to tears and you have to hit her on the back to stop herself from choking. “Serval…get it together girl.”

“I can’t—” she’s laughing so much and has a bashful blush spreading across her face. The cameras capturing the radiant smile of famous singer; Serval Landau, who could capture the hearts of millions just by existing. “Just— holy sh*t. My fans are so bold.”

She flashes a wink at the camera and grins. “Don’t worry Lindsey, I’ll play my guitar extra hard for you in my next concert. Have a fun time.”

She bursts out into giggles again and pulls you closer to stabilize herself. The two of you are just a bubbling mess as you couldn’t stop yourselves from giggling like a bunch of school girls.

“Okay okay, next comment…” you ushered playfully, smacking Serval on the arm and showing her the next thirst comment. Your girlfriend takes the phone and lets her eyes scan over the comment, bracing herself for what’s to come.

“Anonymous said: Me if I was the guitar 🤰”

Serval’s eyes widened and she couldn’t help but choke a bit.

“…If that’s the case. I got a lot of guitars pregnant in my time.”

She smiles at you flirtatiously and you can’t help but give Serval the death glare. She grins like the mischievous woman that she was and gives your thigh a teasing squeeze from underneath the table. “You’re a weirdo.” You say through giggles, knowing exactly what Serval was talking about as she stares at you.

“Oh, I know.” She giggles back. “But you’d let this weirdo get you preg—”

You playfully kick her shin under the table and Serval winces mid sentence. “AH—!”

The cameras cut for a brief intermission and a few minutes later you were back to filming. With Serval rubbing her shin and making a pathetic “sad” face from your “abuse.”

“You’re so mean…” Serval pouts, resting her face on your shoulder. “Can you kiss it all better?”

“You’re a grown adult, Serval.” You laugh, giving her a gentle pat on the head. “I’m not your babysitter.”

“Yeah, but you could be my mo—”

“Next thirst comment!”

You smiled at the cameras and pulled Serval closer so she could react to the next Twitter comment. Her face immediately lying against yours as she got comfortable beside you.

“Anonymous said: Not a waiter, but I would take her tip.”

Both you and Serval absolutely lose it at this one, the singer sucking in air through her teeth and trembling as she tries so hard not to scream. “Oh god…” Serval is smiling so hard her lips hurt. “Well uh, that’s…quite the compliment.”

“Just an FYI for all you Serval fans,” you chuckle, leaning in closer to whisper at the camera. “Serval doesn’t have the tip—”

“HEY—!”

You laugh as your girlfriend gets offended by that and moves to pull you back from the camera. “Hush now, there are people watching!” You roll your eyes and hold the next thirst comment in front of her for her to read. “What, the video is explicit enough anyways. Just read the next comment so it can be my turn!” You were excited to see what the comments would be about you, so you ushered Serval to hurry up and read the last comment.

“Okay okay!” The singer exclaims, taking the phone and reading the next thirst comment, which ended up being the most downbad and horny comment Serval had ever seen.

“@/itsmeanobody said: Her strap is purple and sparkly. Was on it last night 🤭”

Serval’s face grew flushed and you couldn’t help but raise a brow at the mention of her strap. Though you weren’t jealous by any means, the words spilled out of your mouth faster than you could control.

“Well actually, Serval’s favorite strap is hot pink with ridges instead of spark—”

Your girlfriend stared at you with wide eyes and you suddenly realized what you were saying. Both you, your girlfriend, and all the producers in the studio were all blushing red and laughing nervously before cutting the cameras. “Oh sh*t.” You laughed, Serval blushing red before smiling bashfully and giving your head a small smack. “You dumbass…” she laughs, pulling you closer for a brief hug.

“You’re gonna regret saying that later…”

Your eyes widened at her darkened tone yet Serval resumed her playful and relaxed nature, glancing at the director and making small talk with them as if it were nothing. “Could we cut that part out? We could just resume where we left off and continue onto her turn, yeah?”

The director nodded and gave a thumbs up, the cameras clicking back on as Serval ran her fingers down your back. “Let’s hurry up and get this video done with, hm? Go on, read your thirst comments.” She speaks in a gravelly tone, causing you to swallow nervously as you pick up the phone to begin reading your own comments.

You knew what was waiting for you the moment you got home.

YUKONG

“Anonymous said: At this rate, No Nut November is gonna turn into Nonstop Nut November.”

Yukong raised a brow at this comment and glanced over at you with a confused expression. “Uhm…what is ‘No Nut November?’” Yukong asked with genuine confusion. She was one of the older actresses within the acting industry, so it was common sense that Yukong wouldn’t know a thing about modern terms and slang.

“Uh…it’s like…” you chewed your bottom lip and tried to think of a way to explain it to your older girlfriend. “Uh, perhaps we should move on?”

“No, no no no.” Yukong frowned and stared at you with that intimidating, motherly look that made you feel like a child being scolded by your mother. “What is No Nut November. I want to know.”

You winced and made a hand gesture for the cameras to stop filming.

“Cut!”

There was a brief intermission pause and after a few moments, the cameras resumed to Yukong sitting in her seat with a shocked expression on her face. Her eyes wide with newfound understanding for the younger generation, as she looked like she had just discovered the meaning of the universe.

“…Yukong?”

“Why do younger people call masturbation ‘nutting.’” She sighs, rubbing her temple in dismay. “That— it doesn’t have anything to do with nuts?!”

“Let’s…Let’s just move on to the next comment.” You laugh nervously, rubbing a comforting hand against your lover’s back.

“@/chucapybara said: When Yukong is done with me, I’m not the only one with granny knees by morning ✌️”

Your girlfriend looks almost offended by that and seems to gloss over the sexual innuendo written in that sentence. “Granny knees?! I am not that old…!”

“Well…” you stifle a chuckle and look away, Yukong glaring at you briefly before glancing at the cameras. “Oh please, not you too…”

“Awe, but there’s nothing wrong with being older, Yukong…” you giggle softly, teasing your partner by running a hand over her thigh. “You know I love the age difference…”

Yukong tenses up at your purr and she can’t help but grow excited with the way you were stroking her thigh. Sure Yukong was one of the older people within the acting industry, but hooking up with you was one of the best decisions she has ever made in her life, even if you were several years younger than her.

“I…suppose you are right.” Yukong sighs, a small smile breaching her lips. “Let’s move on then, shall we?”

She makes a move to read over the next comment, but it only leaves her more confused than ever.

“Anonymous said: MILF MILF MILF YUKONG IS SUCH A MILF THAT CAN TAKE CARE OF ME AND RUIN ME, MOMMY I'M ON MY KNEES PRAYING THAT THE LORD FORGIVE MY SINS.”

Immediately after reading that, Yukong turns to you with the utmost expression of concern. The poor woman was still trying to comprehend what she had just read and seemed genuinely worried for the well-being of her fans. “Dear, what is a milf?”

A look of discomfort spread across your face as you sucked in a bunch of cold air between your teeth. You weren’t sure if you should tell Yukong what a milf was, and was starting to regret accepting the invite to be on this show.

“Uhhh…they’re saying that you’re very attractive.” You say with a bit of hesitance, barely lying through your teeth in order to not tell her the true definition.

“Ah, really?” Yukong smiled at the flattering compliment. “I see then…”

She leans forward and grins innocently. “You’re a milf then, dear. A very nice milf.”

You choked on your spit and the cameras cut for a moment. Once you regained your senses, the recordings were flipped back on and you continued on with the video. “Okay…one last comment and let’s switch over to my turn, sounds good?”

Yukong nodded in agreement.

“Okay, here’s another comment for you, Yukong.”

“@/the-voxington-tavern said: I want Yukong to breed me. I want her to be feral and just break me. I want her to just rut her strap into me. I want her to be feral.”

Now this…this comment was one that Yukong fully understood. Her cheeks going hot at the way this commenter was so straightforward, and unable to speak for the first few moments. “Ah…my younger fans surely are enthusiastic…” Yukong chuckles, fanning her pink cheeks with her hand. “And very…descriptive with the way they describe their wants.”

You could tell Yukong was struggling to keep her composure, yet you were in the same boat as you couldn’t help but feel jealous that someone wanted your Yukong as desperately as you did. You knew Yukong was yours and yours alone, but you couldn’t stop yourself as you leaned in closer to whisper something into Yukong’s ear that had her perking up with delight.

“Yeah, but I’m the only one you rut your strap into every night, right?” you murmur quietly, a smile curling up on your lips.

The older woman shivers at your words and you see a glint of ferocity appear in her eyes. Though you were just trying to tease her, it appears the teasing worked a bit too well, as your girlfriend was beginning to grow excited the more the video went on. She couldn’t wait for the filming to be over, and it was evident in the way she stared at you hungrily, waiting for you to finish your round of thirst comments so she could devour you when the cameras were cut.

Perhaps after reading your round of thirst comments, her feelings would escalate. After all, not only was she impatient, but maybe she’d even grow a bit jealous…?

TOPAZ

“@/servalisms said: when I die, bury me in Topaz’s thighs.”

Topaz smirked at this and stood up from her seat, lifting her leg onto the table and giving it a confident smack. “I got your coffin right here, baby.”

Everyone on set, including you burst out into laughter, causing Topaz to chuckle before sitting back down. “I’m glad we can appreciate my thighs, though. I’ve been going to the gym to workout on my legs ever since I got that role for Triassic Park (Parody of Jurassic Park)”

“Mm, yeah. That movie was a pain to film,” you sighed, leaning your head on Topaz’s shoulder as she wrapped an arm around you to pull you closer. “Fun fact about the production of the film: Topaz was not expecting to do so many athletic stunts, so she had to work extra hard on an athletic build while filming on set. The first time we met, she was doing squats next to a raptor costume.”

“Heyyyy, at least it all paid off in the end. Now look, everyone is admiring my beautiful physique.” Topaz hums, giving you an arrogant smile. “Look, there’s even more comments about my thighs…”

“Anonymous said: Is it too hard to understand that I just want my head crushed between her thighs? 😔”

Topaz just smirks smugly at this and gives the camera a naughty look like she expected this to happen. “Oh? My fans want me to crush them between my thighs? Won’t that hurt?”

“If it hurts, it would be a good kind of hurt.” You say with a smile. “I’m sure everyone’s preferred death would be getting suffocated by you, Topaz.”

“Oh, everyone is just a masochist nowadays aren’t they?” She chuckles, “If that’s the case, I’d gladly crush any fan’s head. So long as they pay a proper price…”

There’s a mischievous glint in Topaz’s eyes that tells you she’s not even joking. The determination in her eyes making it obvious that she’d do anything for an extra income of cash.

“Hm, so you’d make me pay if I wanted to get my head crushed by you?” You ask in a joking tone, gauging her reaction from your words.

“Pfft. Of course not.” Topaz smirks, lowering her voice to a whisper. “You’re the only one who gets my services free, babe.”

The tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife, Topaz chuckling at the way you tensed up at her words and flush at the way she started squeezing your hand. “Anywhoooo I believe we should move on to the next comment, hm?” She grins before scrolling up to the next comment.

“Anonymous said: TOPAZ 😩 I WANT TO BE HER CHAIR!”

“Woahhh there.” Topaz chuckles, ears going a bit pink due to embarrassment. “Is that an offer for me to sit on your face…?” She grins at the camera, pulling you a bit tighter against her figure. “Sorry to burst your bubble, but unless you’re paying me some good money, there’s only one chair I’m sitting on tonight.”

She ruffles your hair at the implications and laughs at the way the producers all flush with embarrassment. Topaz surely was one of the bolder celebrities out there, and she didn’t hesitate to break the filters if she wanted to even if it might cause public outrage.

“Topaz…” you mumble under your breath, getting a little nervous with how blunt Topaz was being.

“What, it’s true.” She chuckles. “But, it’s interesting to know I have so many people willing to become my chair. Perhaps I should ask if any of our other co-stars are interested in it too.”

“I know I am.” You mumble under your breath, Topaz catching the words before smiling a little at the thought. “Oh, I know…”

She lets out a small, amused laugh before opening up the last comment to read. “@/qqinggue said: TOPAZ BE MY SUGAR MOMMY????”

“Hey that’s my sugar mom— MMPF!” Topaz quickly covered your mouth and began laughing at the comment, trying to keep your relationship a secret despite how bold you two could get on camera. “Ahhh, a Qingque fan, eh?” Topaz chuckles, still keeping your mouth muffled as she threw a sleazy grin at the cameras. “You sure you don’t want Qingque to be your sugar mommy instead?”

Topaz continues laughing to cover up your muffled talking before moving in to whisper in your ear. “Don’t throw a fuss. You know damn well we have to keep that part of our relationship a secret.” She chuckles, rubbing a comforting finger across your temple before turning back to the camera.

“Well, that’s all the thirst comments for me! We should move on to (Reader) now, hm?” She smirks and side glances at you like nothing was wrong. “Be a good girl now. Hurry up and finish filming so we can go home.”

Your eyes widened before nodding enthusiastically, eager to comply with Topaz’s requests to begin your round of thirst comments.

Who knows, maybe Topaz will get a little jealous her sugar baby is receiving all this attention…?

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