#Foxie. he better not freaking stream

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

Grace grace grace hru

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HI :D

I ammmm tired lol. It’s been a busy busy day :0 The good sort of busy—very fun, spent lots of time with extended family, laughed a lot, ate at Five Guys—but busy nonetheless.

mOviNg iS a VeRy hEcTic ExPeRiEnCe LeT mE tELL yOu

Gosh I’ve moved like. Freaking five times in less than two years lol what is my lifeeeeee

It’s going pretty smooth so far :D My family and I moved out all our stuff from storage and into the moving truck earlier today, and tomorrow we’re gonna drive to the new place and unload all the stuff :)

Tomorrow is gonna be. So busy. Like. Oh gosh aldgaksgakgskaf

I THOUGHT I WAS GONNA BE DEALING WITH THE ANXIETIES OVER THIS BUT SOMEHOW I’M DOING PRETTY ALRIGHT?? HEH??? Definitely thanking God for that oh my goodness being anxiety-free for this has been so nice 😭

I listened to good music in the car :D OH MY GOSH FOXIE I HAVE BEEN LISTENING TO GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE BY THE NARCISSIST COOKBOOK SO MUCH LATELY OH MY GOSH THE SONG IS SUCH AN EXPERIENCE IT MAKES ME SMILE AAAAAAAH I FREAKING LOVE IT IT’S SO GOOD

I’ve also been listening to a couple other songs on repeat :D Amazing amazing songs, yes yes.

Right now I’m full after eating lots at Five Guys, laying in my bed (not really a bed ajsgaksgajs it’s actually a cot but SOON I WILL BE IN A REAL BED AGAIN!!!) and thinking about maybe writing tonight? Not sure; I’m pretty tired and I don’t know if the words will word XD

[hitomisuzuya]

Part 3 of ? Gamer! Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Cunilligus. Pussy drunk Scara. Some humor. Childe is in this to.

As promised. Everyone, I am sorry about my mini freak out. You all have been so wonderful and supportive. I feel a lot better, and will respond to comments when I finish typing this.

It had taken a lot of coaxing, and a lot of bribing with sweet purrs and even sweeter sweets, but you finally relented to Scaramouche. It was you in the driver's seat tonight, live streaming playing Five Nights at Freddy's instead of him.

You gave polite thank yous to the ones watching when they saw certain things on the cameras, and navigated your way through the first 2 nights without much incident.

Without much incident that anyone knew of anyways. Because what everyone didn't know is that Scaramouche was underneath his computer desk, completely hidden from view with his tongue lapping at your cunt.

His eyes were intently focused on your face, his eyes narrowed into a glare of concentration. No matter how hard he'd fucked you the last time, you just didn't mess up no matter what.

As hot as it was, it also frustrated him. You usually liked watching, and he could show off for you. Yet, whenever you yourself played, you found some way to do better than he did.

It was quite remarkable actually. And it made him feel proud, honestly. Scaramouche was always an interesting mix of emotions. An absolute powder keg.

He brushed his fingers teasingly on your inner thighs. It was getting harder and harder for you to hold back any noises of pleasure. He swirled his tongue around your clit, smirking when you had to clamp a hand over your mouth, trying to play it off as fright because it was a horror game.

Your cheeks were starting to flush. Scaramouche swept his tongue inside of you, his eyes rolling into the back of his head from how good you tasted. He muffled a groan into your cunt, his breath shaky as it vibrated over your clit.

You covered up your moan with a cough behind your hand. The hand that had been in your lap found the back of his head, pressing his mouth into your cunt, fidgeting as you tried to roll your hips up into his mouth without seeming out of the ordinary.

He held your cunt against his mouth, latching his lips around your clit. The tip of his tongue worked ruthlessly over the throbbing bud as he sucked. Your thighs trembled in pleasure. "H-Holy fuck," You suddenly stammered, closing your thighs against the sides of his head.

Someone must've said something about the game, Scaramouche heard you press a key, enjoying your slightly delayed reaction when he swept his tongue inside of you.

"Th-thank you, Childe. I see Foxy now," Scaramouche rolled his eyes, prodding the tip of his tongue against your clit, snickering into your cunt when you squeaked in pleasure. Of course Childe would be watching, that ginger shithead seemed awfully comfortable being so chatty with you.

Night 3 stretched into Night 5

Scaramouche could feel from the way your walls were clamping consistently around his tongue that you were close to cumming. This boy was a master of building up toe curling slow orgasms.

Now he was wishing your mic was muted, because it was getting harder for him to hold back his moans. You tasted fucking incredible. He swirled and lapped his tongue between your walls, gliding his tongue back up to kitten lick your clit.

Your fingernails dug into his scalp, your eyes darting around on the screen, struggling to hold back tears of pleasure welling into your eyes. Your excuses for why you were suddenly acting out of ordinary were sounding dumber and dumber. Scaramouche appreciated how fast you came up with them though.

His favorite was you thought you had a fever. He actually snorted when he heard that one. Yeah, a fever of his warm spit and tongue between your legs.

You grit your teeth. You didn't see Freddy in usual place anymore. This was the critical part of the game. One you just couldn't do right now. Scaramouche was being absolutely ruthless with his tongue.

"I-I'm sorry, everyone. I need to step.." You took a breath, feeling Scaramouche tap your hips impatiently. You hadn't messed up, but this outcome was also desirable. "..away from the stream for a few moments," Childe having to see you lose your composure because you needed him to cum so badly made you taste even sweeter somehow. (Impossible)

You paused the stream, and the game. Muting his mic and turning the camera off, you tossed his headset onto his desk. "Ah God, I can't do it anymore. Make me cum Scara, please!" You pleaded, rolling your hips needily into his mouth.

"That's my good slut," Scaramouche groaned in bliss, his cock throbbing and straining hard in his jeans. "Needing to stop the stream to beg me to cum, what a desperate whore," You cried out loudly, your clit throbbing as his tongue ruthlessly lapped at it.

It took a few firm sucks to your clit before you squirted onto his tongue. He soaked in every last shameless moan. It was intoxicating to him to taste you while he watched you come undone.

Twitching, you collapsed back into his chair, panting while he lapped up your release. When he was satisfied, Scaramouche pushed his computer chair back and slid out from underneath the table.

He curled his fingers underneath your chin, capturing your lips in a heated, passionate kiss as he turned the webcam back on. Feast your eyes on that, Childe! You even moaned loudly into his mouth when he unmuted the mic.

Scaramouche had waited on purpose to wipe his mouth after he pulled away. He looked right at the camera and said, "Sorry everyone, I'll be cumming inside of her now. I dunno if she will be able to make it back for the rest of the stream."

He cut the stream off entirely right in the middle of Childe asking if he could watch.

[ra-ia]

PLOTTING ;

plz.

Due to some events Ra’s main plot fell through so I am looking for new plots for my tuanji.

Here is Ra’s about, here are my guidelines. 

Yeomra, better known as Ra, is a Tuanji which means he is an alien life-form that travels from one host to another. He has had many faces throughout the centuries but is now merged with a young Korean man (Sehun). He constantly has migraines and suffers from insomnia. While he acts cool and sarcastic (most of the time) he is actually unable to do harm without suffering himself due to his heritage. He is also a mature movie actor and does live streams every now and then.

For non-magicals he will look mostly human except for his silver eyes and the white markings on his face, hands and body.

* Ra’s pronouns change with the sex of his host. 

Looking for the following kinds of plots and bonds for Ra:

Friends to lovers to exes who meet again.

Enemies for whatever reason (maybe rival porn star?)

A gambling buddy?

You are a fan of his work (mature movies) and now you meet him irl??

Connections to his past lives: 

1326 - 1532 Neema: they were a female pirate who sailed the seven seas. If your character was alive then maybe they were kidnapped by her? Maybe another pirate? Or a possible reincarnation?

1532 - 1702: Jace: He was a baker. Not much happened there but you could have gone into his shop as he posed as a human but would’ve been recognized as supernatural

1702 - 1811: Akiiki: an evil host but still ruled by the good Yeomra. Possible dark plots!

1811 - 2014: Peter: A violin playing traveler that earned money through his arts. Very flirtatious, roamed around Europe, Russia and then Japan. Ex-lover? Angry husbands and wives? 

AU’s

you’re a real asshole and let me do all the work for our presentation but when our time comes i freak out and hyperventilate and can’t speak so you follow me to the bathroom and hold me while i cry and it’s all your fucking fault so why are you being nice to me now [but Ra is the asshole]

I’m a new Intern and my boss’s spouse is super foxy.

We hooked up after the office party even though there’s a strict no dating rule and honestly? we shouldn’t keep doing this but it was really fun. [Porn star] 

you don’t know me, but I lied to a creepy person at the establishment we’re both at that I’m with you. You do whatever you can to help sell this, whether it’s pretending to be my loud BFF or significant other.

 Anything else you have in mind, message meeee

[mpxayden]

Continued from here with @mp-skuld

Ayden could swear to god - whatever god that was - that he had strived not to stare at the goddess. But he did, with a thick layer of doubt spreading across his literally cold face. 

The foxy demigod had got no headspace to really care about his outfit that morning, for he almost got his game streaming and work at the Phoenix Rises mixed up, therefore was almost late for an important photoshoot section. 

Yet, he didn’t forget it, the yellow umbrella this over-friendly, over-caring, and over-prepared goddess had lent him to deal with a sudden downpour the other day. To him, it was always a bad idea to keep something not yours for longer than three days, so here he was, at the Happy Berry Boutique, the exact store whose porch had sheltered him from the said torrential rain before the goddess emerged to hand him the umbrella. 

And now she was offering him a neatly folded sweater, claimed to be in his size and looking match to his today’s style, just right when he started to feel the impact of wintetry breezes between his barely noticeable chattering teeth. His sharp eyes instinctively narrowed, thick eyebrows furrowed in concern as they shifted from the sweater to the smiley goddess’ admittedly gorgeous face.

“Don’t you think it would even be weirder if I just accept your kindness, twice, without questioning anything?” 

Despite detecting no malicious intentions from the goddess, Ayden had taught himself better than letting his guard down before getting satisfying answers to his burning questions. Most, if not all, people that had approached him got certain things they wanted to take. Some succeeded, most didn’t, and not because the goddess looked nice and acted kind that she would be an exception. Ayden was fully aware of his overly cautious tactic, but that was what had kept him fine and alive until now. 

“Look, ma’am, I don’t want to be taken care of whatsoever without knowing why.” The Japanese demigod stated, his voice was calm and soft enough to not make the words sound aggressive, but there was a hint of unyielding determination to keep his walls up until she told him the whole truth. 

“Who exactly are you? Why do you keep giving me the things I need out of nowhere? And why are you so freaking kind to me?...Just, why?”

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