#genshin x reader lemon

[the-scythes-pen]

Just a Little More

Alhaitham x Reader with a surprise guest at the end

Smut; fingering, exhibitionism, squirting.

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"Unless you want Kaveh to see you like this," a deep, husky voice rung in your ear, "then I suggest you keep quiet."

You had to hold back a breathy gasp as you felt the tips of Alhaitham's lithe fingers push the fabric of your panties between your folds, teasing your entrance with the material and the pressure of his fingers as he drags his pads slowly up and down your hole. You could already tell you were soaking wet.

"Ugh, I'm always the one to clean up around here!!" You could hear Kaveh shout from the kitchen, "and why am I always the one to have to cook dinner!? Why can't you cook for once?!"

Alhaitham paid no mind to the nagging from his roommate; instead, his chin rested upon your shoulder as he pressed his chest into your back, an arm around your waist to hold you still as his fingers danced along your sex. You yourself could barely listen to Kaveh; both hyper aware of his presence yet too lost in the bliss of feeling the Scribe's touch. Your mind felt muddled, foggy; too lost in the fog of arousal to really focus on anything except Alhaitham.

His fingers were splayed across your folds, pressing into you despite the delicate touch of his middle finger barely ghosting over your clothed clit. The tip of it running slow, wide circles just around the edge of the bud, obviously trying to draw out your need.

"'Haitham... please..." You managed to whisper. What you were asking for, whether it was for him to just touch you already or whether you wanted him to stop- you weren't sure. All the Scribe responded with was a hum; one of satisfaction and one of encouragement, as if to say "go on, tell me what you want".

You could hear the banging of pots and pans along with more irritated grumbling coming from the kitchen. You squirmed in Alhaitham's hold, your hands clawing at his forearms as you tried to steady your breathing and your mind.

"Please... J-Just touch me already..." You mumbled, desperately, and Alhaitham let out an amused huff before you felt his lips connect with the side of your neck and his fingers remove themselves from your sex. You almost whined when you felt his hand remove itself from under the waistband of your pants.

"If you want more, you're going to have to do it my way." He said huskily; his other arm now releasing your waist only for both his hands to find the waistband of your pants, thumbs hooking into both it and your panties before attempting to drag them downward.

"W-Wait-! Kaveh-"

"He'll be a while. He needs to be constantly watching the pot to make sure it turns out well. You'll be fine... unless of course, you want him to see you like this."

You shifted, unsure of how to proceed until you heard the water running from the sink in the kitchen. Surely Alhaitham would be merciful and let you finish quickly... right?

You bit your lip, lifting your hips up so the Scribe could pull down your pants and underwear. Except he didn't stop at your thighs, or your knees... He kept going, and before you knew it you were helping him pull your clothes completely off; your slick sex now exposed to the warm air of the living room.

"J-Just be quick..." You mumbled, to which the Scribe let out another hum before he readjusted you in his lap, putting your legs overtop of his to spread you open.

If Kaveh were to walk in, he would get the most perfect view of your wet pussy.

Alhaitham's arm snaked around your waist again to pull you flush against him, while his other hand returned to it's rightful place over your sex. A single finger rubbed overtop of your labia, dragging oh-so-deliciously up and down your folds as if to tease you into begging him to just fuck you already.

You nearly jolted in his grasp when you felt the pad of his finger push into the top of your slit, slipping past your folds to press into the erected bud that begged for attention. He spread apart your folds with his index and ring fingers, while the very tip of his middle finger ghosted around your clit in circles.

"Where did you even put the onions?!" Kaveh shouted from the kitchen. You could hear the sound of a knife on wood; the rhythmic chopping of ingredients complimenting the sound of a sizzling pot.

"Where I usually put them." Alhaitham responded coolly, as if he didn't have you spread wide open for anyone to see as he touched you so lewdly. You had to stifle a moan as you suddenly felt him push his finger harshly into your clit, suddenly rubbing intense circles into the bud.

Damned bastard wanted you to moan. To alert Kaveh to your predicament.

"They aren't there-! Oh, nevermind..."

And just like that, the Scribe's touch was gentle again. His middle finger back to barely touching you; merely a whisper of a touch around your clit. You whined at the sudden loss of stimulation, but Alhaitham was quick to rectify that. His fingerpad pushed back the hood of your clit, gently rubbing horizontally across the even more sensitive area at the base of the bud. You squirmed in his hold again, feeling your pussy ache to be filled.

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you? Not that I mind, I just didn't expect you to be this aroused just by me touching your clit." He said lowly into your ear, causing you to whine as he pushed his finger downwards to your entrance, collecting the slick that coated you before returning to the sensitive base of your clit.

"You're so wet for me, aren't you? Perhaps I should do this more often."

You couldn't help but continue to squirm, desperate for more stimulation then just the gentle touch of his finger. You wanted- needed more- so much more. Your hips bucked upward, causing Alhaitham to chuckle under his breath.

"You really are quite needy today, aren't you? Very well, I guess I can indulge you."

Suddenly his ring finger removed itself from the side of your cunt, joining his middle finger in rubbing over your entrance. Your breath halted as you anticipated the plunge of his fingers into your needy pussy.

"I know you're desperate, but try to keep quiet, would you?"

And just like that, his fingers were buried to the hilt between your walls. You could barely hold back your moan.

His fingers dragged themselves back out, the now slick pads running up your entrance and over your clit before pushing back downwards and back inside your cunt. He pushed them firmly against your upper wall, pushing them slowly deeper within you before dragging them back out again. This time, he didn't move to drag them over your clit, instead he pushed them back inside. Your cunt greedily sucked them in as if your life depended on it.

You could hear the sizzling and spitting of a boiling pot, and the muffled sound of Kaveh humming to himself as he cooked. Your walls clenched tighter around Alhaitham's fingers.

"I wonder what got you so worked up. Was it that I decided to take you here on the couch? Were you just that desperate for my attention? Or.... do you like the thought of Kaveh seeing you like this?"

Your eyes squeezed shut as your cunt betrayed your thoughts, squeezing around his fingers again at the thought.

"I wonder what he would say if he were to see you, his dear friend, spread open and being fingered like this..."

His fingers pushed faster into your messy cunt, now angling more upwards so he could repeatedly jab the tips into your g-spot. You let out a quiet moan as he progressively started to speed up.

"Do you think he would like to watch? Perhaps he'd even like to join? He hasn't brought home anyone since he moved in; I'm sure he's almost as desperate as you."

You couldn't help it- your mouth hung open as you let out strained gasps and moans. You tried to keep quiet, to keep your noises in check, but even if you managed to remain completely silent- the squelching of his thrusts into your wet pussy would have filled the quiet room regardless.

"Alhaitham-!" You whisper-shouted, "slower, it's too loud....!" Your fingernails dug into his forearms as your pussy clenched around him again.

"I don't see how that's my problem."

"Alhaitham-!" You let out a gasp, a loud one, as his pace sped up even more. The very top of his palm now laid flush against your clit, rubbing into it as he pounded into your spongy upper wall.

Fuck, he was going to make you cum hard. You could feel it building faster and faster with each passing second.

"When do you think (Y/N) will be here? Shouldn't they have arrived by now?" Kaveh shouted from the kitchen.

"Oh, I think they'll be cumming any minute now."

You would have scowled at the double entendre if you weren't so close; your body hanging on the very precipice of orgasm. You squirmed in Alhaitham's hold; you tried to keep your legs open despite how desperately they wanted to close, you tried to keep your desperate mewls in check lest Kaveh hear you, you tried-

Your ears perked up at the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway. You gasped, now clawing at Alhaitham's arm for him to stop lest you be discovered, your legs desperately trying to close but being pushed even wider apart as the Scribe pushed his own legs apart.

You squirmed, the footsteps just outside the doorway now, but your bucking hips and desperately fluttering pussy gave away just how close you were; as if each step Kaveh took to getting closer to seeing you was pushing you over the edge.

Alhaitham's fingers sped up, his entire arm now moving with the force of every thrust. There was no doubt that Kaveh could hear the wet clicking of your pussy from where he was now.

"Cum."

It wasn't a suggestion, it was an order.

"Hey, what's that-"

You squeezed your eyes shut as they met the ruby hues of Kaveh's; throwing your head to the side to avoid his gaze as you came hard around Alhaitham's fingers. The hand he had around your waist swiftly moved up to grab your jaw and forcefully turn your head back towards Kaveh; and your eyes peeked open just enough to see the stupefied look on the architect's face as he watched you cum. As he watched you squirt; the force of Alhaitham's thrusts causing the fluid to gush out of you and soak into the fabric of the sofa below you.

Kaveh's face went beet red. His eyes were locked on the way your cunt greedily took Alhaitham's fingers.

You panted hard, your body covered in sweat as you started to come down from such an intense high. You shut your eyes again to avoid Kaveh's embarrassing stare.... as if you didn't enjoy the way he seemed mesmerized by your intense and messy orgasm.

Alhaitham clicked his tongue as his fingers slowed their pace; his grip on your jaw loosening before falling back down to it's place on your waist, your head rolling back to rest on his shoulder. He made sure to drag out your orgasm as long as he could before he pulled his fingers out, accompanied by a click of his tongue in disapproval.

"You made a mess. See?"

Despite your exhaustion, you peeked your eyes open to see the Scribe spreading his fingers apart infront of you; covered in slick and cream and connected by strands of fluids.

His fingers danced before your eyes right over Kaveh's face.

You could feel the burn of your cheeks as you shut your eyes; trying your best to steady your racing heart and regain your ragged breath.

"Well? Are you going to stand there, or are you going to come take a closer look?"

Your eyes shot open at Alhaitham's words, your head lifting somewhat to get a better look at his roommate. You could see him gulp, his gaze shifting off to the side of the room. He was flustered, for sure, but you couldn't help the way your eyes drifted downwards to hover over the bulge that was steadily growing within his pants.

"U-Unlike you, I-I'm a gentleman, and I will only-"

"Kaveh..." You mumbled, eyes locked onto him as he met your gaze. He gulped again. That seemed to be all the permission he needed before he walked over to you; that adorable blush on his cheeks only darkening as he dropped to his knees before you.

His ruby eyes met your half lidded gaze, his jaw tightening momentarily before he dove forward- his tongue making contact with your creamy entrance, causing you to jerk your hips in shock.

....you don't think you'll be eating that dinner that Kaveh was preparing tonight.

Not once did he break eye contact. And you could feel Alhaitham's hands move to force your knees ever-further apart.

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kofi / comms open

[astravv]

short nsfw genshin scenarios - fem reader

► cw : nsfw content

► a/n : my favorite genshin men scenarios, female reader. sorry that’s all i’ve been doing. just didn’t feel like doing gender neutral.

▰ neuvillette

neuvillette loves to bend your ass over his desk in his office. watching you dig your fingers into the wooden desk as he hits it from the back just makes him go wild. in fact, he really just loves having sex anywhere in his office. on the couches, near the bookshelf, on the balcony, he goes crazy sometimes.

neuvillette isn’t much of a freak. he just likes to take you in his place of work. gives him something to think about during the day while he’s busy.

▰ wriothesley

wriothesley loves watching you give him head. he loves to see the saliva drip down his dick from your lips as you struggle to take him in without choking.

wriothesley loves your tits. he takes them into his mouth and sucks on your nipple, making you cry out for him. he loves watching you squirm, especially when they’re sensitive or very sore. usually sore from his constant abuse towards them.

▰ dottore

dottore loves to experiment. he likes doing all different types of kinks, testing your limits and his. his favorites seem to be wax play and bondage. he really enjoys bondage. he likes to blindfold you and watch your mouth show how you’re feeling. he also loves tying up other parts of your body, such as your ankles and wrists. sometimes he handcuffs them, sometimes he does rope, sometimes zip ties, sometimes he does chains.

dottore loves when you’re trying to be dominant over him. yes, he’s experimental, but he’s very much a dominant person in bed. once you try to take over, it’s like begging him to challenge you, so it turns into a bratty situation from the both of you.

▰ alhaitham

alhaitham likes morning sex. he loves waking up and turning towards you, touching your body all over to wake you up. usually you know when he’s being extra touchy in the morning that he’s in the mood.

alhaitham loves when you are a brat. he likes pounding that attitude out of you. when you’re crying for his dick, he knows he’s won.

[undermine-the-instinct]

Can't Sleep Love

CW: Somnophilia(F! receiving), Oral(M! and F! receiving), Knotting (M), edging/orgasm denial(M! receiving), multiple orgasms( M! and F! receiving), FLUFF, NEUVILLETE IS SWEETHEART, Petnames ( love, dear, dearest,my love, etc), reader is called princess once, Smut (obviously), Husband!Neuvillette, AFAB reader, fem reader (Reader wears a dress and heels, and has a vagina and breasts), dirty talk, praise, Neuvillette is a service top leaning towards a sub, reader is a switch, Neuvillete is prim and proper--so he's clutching his pearls, sorta scandalized when reader talks nasty. Inexperienced(??Neuvillette hasn't had anyone else as a bed partner so he's still kinda new?), Reader calls him 'Villette'.

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Neuvillette cherishes the quiet moments, like these, more than anything else.

You're both tired, you moreso, from a date night out. A lovely candlelit dinner followed by a play at the opera house. And though he held your hand through your sniffles and nodded his head sympathetically throughout the play, you knew immediately what was up when you both stepped out of the opera house to a light sprinkle.

You smiled at him, knowingly, charmingly, reaching forwards to press your lips to his cheek. And just like that the stars were out again.

And now you're home, in the bedroom, on the master bed. You fell down onto it as soon as you entered the room and haven't moved yet, even after he's exited the bathroom. It's late, after all.

Half asleep and dozing, your hands are half curled by your head, and a smile paints your face, sweet and blasé.

You are so beautiful.

He's going to take care of you.

The heels unclasp with hardly a sound; pretty little blue things you bought to match him, you had said. The dress and everything else however, he bought for you.

It makes something in his chest curl, as he carefully shimmies off your heels, as he drags his hands under the hem of your skirt to unclasp your garter belts, rubbing away the indents left there. Old, possessive feelings he thought he'd outgrown long ago.

But you are in his bed, wearing the clothes he bought for you, looking so soft and sweet there, as he rests his head on the soft plush of your thighs, breathing you in and trying not to shake with the urge to just grab you.

You always evoke these sorts of emotions from him. Something he once thought he could never understand, something to be repressed, for its unsightliness; You hold it all all up to the light and don't even flinch.

You give a little half sigh, and Neuvillette relents.

He slides your thighs apart, slowly, nudging closer to your core, swiping his long tongue over the fabric of your panties. Smooth silk and a lace pattern, the seam of your womanhood he can all  feel, but he wants to taste.

They slip off easily like they are meant to, and soon enough Neuvillette is lapping at you, smooth wet glides along your inner folds. Slick gathers under his tongue while you sigh and gasp above him, and he groans into your skin, pressing himself closer, spreading your thighs further.

"Neuvillette…? What are you, oh, archons ...." Now that won't do, he lifts his head from your skin, mouth smeared in slick, and clicks his tongue at you.

"I want to hear only my name from your lips, dear. I'm the one here with you, after all." And just the thought of them hearing; Focalor would act smug and pester him to no end, so no need. This was none of her concern nor business.

"How long have I been asleep?" 

"Not nearly long enough. I was hoping I could get you to climax whilst you still slept. Alas," he lowers himself back down, "I guess I can try another time."

He takes off his gloves, spreads your folds with his fingers and spits on your cunt, once, twice, spreading it with his tongue, before slipping a finger into your tight hole. He groans into your pussy when he feels how you flutter, the moan that leaves your lips as you fall back into the covers.

You taste sweet. It must be from the desert you had earlier. 

He thrusts his finger, feeling you clench around it, and he opens his mouth wider to have more of you, alternating between slipping his tongue in your hole alongside his fingers and sucking on your clit. Your hands fly to his hair and tug; the scalp by his horns sensitive, and heat curls in his stomach, hips twitching into a half thrust. He moans deeply, like a rumble around your clit, and you come with a cry.

He doesn't let go. He thrusts his fingers in deeper, sucking harshly around your clit, swallowing everything you have to offer. Your hands are buried in his hair, and he's practically wearing your thighs like earmuffs; the soft, thin fabric of your stockings tickle his ears, the points no doubt flushed like the rest of his face.

You came quickly, you must have been pent up. He presses a last kiss to your clit before he rises, smoothing his fingers out of you slowly– his composure threatens to snap with the happy, flushed look on your face, the way his fingers are almost pruned with how wet you are.

He licks his lips and he can still taste you, the tang of your orgasm something he could rip people apart for.

Hm. He should act with more restraint. This is not very becoming for the Chief of Justice.

But rather fitting for your husband.

Your legs snake around his hips as you draw him in, he lets you, your hands reaching to cup his face, pressing him into an open-mouthed kiss. Your tongue laps up the mess you made and he chases it with his own, you smile at the mess of it all.

"You're supposed to close your eyes when you kiss," you murmur sweetly, opening your eyes.

"And miss those precious few seconds of seeing you? I could never."

"Oh love, come now, you're going to make me blush if you keep teasing me." Yes, tease that you are, he gives a sharp nip at the thumb you swipe over his bottom lip, a pleased hum in his chest as he looks at you and you giggle.

"Good. I'd like to do much more than that."

"Oh, but of course, I'm all yours." His large hands smooth over your thighs and hips, inching the lace and ruffles of your skirt higher up.

"It's not too much?"

"I'll let you know if it is. Come now," and you tug him closer.

"I want you to make love to me."

You unbutton his top half, untie his cravat, slip the fabric of his suit over his shoulders till his skin is bare to your touch. Cool blue lines, some bold, some thin, breaking waves over the planes of his body. 

He stops your hands as you start to undress, half exposed you are already.

"It's fine. Leave it on."

"Oh? Does the Chief of Justice have a thing for half dressed debauchery?"

"Perhaps I do. Would you be willing to indulge me?" Your smile stays yet your blush deepens when he tugs down his pants and briefs, his member hard and dripping already.

"Surely you'd allow me to remove this much, it's so hot already," you whine as you strip, just enough that the fabric is over your shoulders and bunched under your breasts, nipples half hard in the low lamp light. 

His mouth waters. He mouths at your shoulder, nipping marks onto your collarbone. He feels the hitch of your breath when he slides his cock through the slick folds of your pussy, the tremble of your thighs.

"Hm? Do you like this?" He makes sure to slide his cock all along your walls, smearing himself with the fluids of your orgasm, catching himself on the rim of your hole.

"Is this good enough for you Princess?" He pulls back, taking himself in hand, slapping the fat head of his cock against your clit, a slight growl in his chest when you cry out.

"No…"

"No? How greedy. What else can I do for you, my love? Hm?" He slaps your clit again, and once more, and you whimper, delicious.

His other hand moves, cupping your breast, squeezing and massaging, pinching the hardened nipple.

"Or do you prefer this, my love?" He breathes before popping the other breast into his mouth, gently suckling, rolling the bud in his mouth.

You groan, hands coming up to his hair and pulling him face to face with you, stroking over the ponts of his ears and making him shiver.

"I prefer it when you're inside." You kiss him, silky smooth, and he shudders into your mouth, slipping his tongue inside of you. 

He slides his cock along your puffy, petal soft folds, and starts pressing himself inside. You can probably feel the stretch because you groan again, telling him to hurry the hell up.

But he's not going to hurt you with his…considerable length. He ruts into you, one slow inch at a time, till you're softer and he's seated fully. He doesn't stay still though, he grinds into you, slow enough you can open up more and get used to the feeling.

He feels the skin at the base of his cock tighten, a telltale sign of his knot beginning to swell. He has to remind himself to breathe, and focus on you.

He thrusts, but stops when you wince, feeling you tighten around him, slick and hot, so tight he's not sure whether you're clamping down on him or trying to push him out. 

"Relax,relax my love, or was it too soon?" You shake your head, sighing as you try to force your walls to soften. You must be worked up, extra sensitive from your last orgasm. 

"I-I'm fine…"

"Are you sure?" He moves again, tentative. Your eyes roll at the stretch, hands scratching at his arms and chest. He can feel how slick you are and sighs, tossing his head back.

"Yes, just go, move, please, please…"

He starts to move, fucking himself into you, hissing when you clench around him. His hands fall to the soft fat of your thighs, dimpling in his grip when he slides them further apart, angling his hips to reach deeper.

You whine, and he can feel how slick you are, feel you gushing as he slides over that spot that has you cringing away.

He lifts a thigh, over his shoulder, so he can fuck into you harder, hitting that one spot so he can feel you gush around him. He thrusts and you breathe in time, your pretty face flushed and your pretty tits bouncing with how he's fucking you, deep and fast. His cock jumps when you whine out his name.

He feels a bit stupid like this. Or rather, undone. His mind stalls, thoughts dripping slow and sweet like molasses. Your tight, warm cunt pulling him in, squeezing like a vice around him. He can't help thinking about anything else, can't help the harsh snap of his hips, the way he grinds into you.

You cry when as he does so, the length of him is no longer a problem with how wet you are, his cockhead just kissing that spot that will no doubt have you seeing stars, the slap of skin on skin loud and wet.

Your hands scramble in the sheets so he holds them down for you, entwining his fingers with yours. It helps ground him. And you smile up at him, tilting your chin up for a kiss. He indulges you, as he always has, sweet thing you are.

He's looming over you, fucking into you, deep and eager. You sigh, the drag of his cock, a hot rush of pleasure every time he fills you up. He gasps your name and you whimper in reply.

"Doing so good…Fucking me so well love." The air stutters in his chest, and he can feel his knot swell, the praise going right to his dick.

"You're so beautiful." You hum in reply, the sound so smooth and pleased it's almost a purr.

"Yeah? I am?"

"Yes, you are," he chuckles, dark and low.

"So beautiful. I'm going make you cum again, just like this, okay? You deserve it."

He's not…very experienced at this, but, for you he tries. The bulb at the base of his dick is thick and inflated, half slipping inside your cunt with every snap of his hips.

"I’m gonna cum, I'm gonna cum soon…"

"That's good, you can cum. You can cum darling, I've got you." His knot doesn't fit inside you just yet exactly, but feeling your cunt try to to take him still has his mouth watering, hips twitching out of rhythm.

His teeth drift along your collarbone, before he bites down, and you clamp on his cock and cum around him. He fucks you through it while you make a mess of the sheets, hands scrambling at his back. A growl rips itself out his throat, his teeth still buried in your flesh, marking you.

Your leg kicks out, and Neuvillette lets you yank yourself away, curling into yourself with the force of your orgasm. His hand holds his cock, his knot throbbing almost painfully, firing a heated rod in his belly. A hiss escapes his gritted teeth, while he reigns himself back in. it would’ve been nice if you could’ve taken all of him, but this was about you, not him.

His hands move to your belly, your legs and sides, soothing you and reminding you to breathe through your cries. You gasp out his name in soft pants, brow furrowed and thighs trembling. 

Slowly you uncurl from your little ball, like a flower, Neuvillette thinks, as you open yourself up to him. Your skin is blushed, from your face to your chest, ruddy and ruined.

Beautiful.

"Are you alright dear? Anything you need at all?" With a hum and a soft 'no', you wrap your arms around his neck so he can pull you up and into his lap. He tries to pay no heed to his still hard cock between the both of your bodies, thick and dripping.

"Are you satisfied, dearest?"

"Mhm…" You press lazy kisses to his jaw and he smiles, smoothing a hand over your hair.

"That's good then."

"Hmm…but what about you?"

"I'm alright dear." You roll your hips down and he groans, hips twitching up. He has to grab your waist to stop you from moving, ignoring when you whine.

"I said… I said it's alright dear." 

"But you didn't get to cum. Please?"

"Making love is not about reaching an orgasm." You pout, teary eyed and pitiful. 

"But I want to make you feel good, you do this far too often as is."

He smiles and noses your jaw, the soft skin beneath your ear and the marks he left lower.

"I'm satisfied just pleasing you dearest. I don't need much else."

You try to wiggle your hips down onto hips but he still has that steel grip on you; You whine and paw at his chest.

"Villette–!"

"You don't have to worry about pleasing me love," he pulls you down as he lays back, pulling you flush against him. Affection is warm in his chest, making his words honey and humored. 

"I'm more than fine with just this. Pleasing you is enough for me."

"Well not for me," you grumble. You pout, but then your eyes light up in a realization. He trails his hand down your spine while you think, undoing a few buttons while he's at it to feel more of your skin.

"You know…"

"Yes, love?"

"I like it when you make love to me like this Villette."

"I do too." He kisses your cheek, feeling you smile.

"You always make sure I'm satisfied."

"Of course."

"But you know what I like better?" 

"What is that, love?"

"When you cum." He sighs in exasperation, but fond when you turn his face back towards you.

"I'm being serious! That's when I'm most satisfied." 

"Well, it seems we're both in the habit of preferring to please the other."

"Hm…no. It's more selfish on my end."

"Oh? How so?" He swipes his thumb over your soft cheek, feeling you melt in his hands, putty. Your smile is more mischievous and sultry than sweet, however.

"Well, I just love it when you cum inside me, when you fill me up and fuck it all back into me when it spills out."

Your voice goes low and he swallows thickly, frowning.

"Don't be so crude dear."

"Who else am I to share my desires with if not my husband? Would you rather me go to someone else?"

"Of course not." Don't be daft, he wants to tell you. Just the idea has his hands tensing, his mouth twitching, ready for a snarl. How possessive he feels over you. How right it feels to be so. But, he knows you're just teasing him. 

And you know it's working. Your smile is coy, as you move to take off your dress. He helps you and soon you are as bared to him as he is for you. 

You make a sight, sitting in his lap with nothing but your stockings and mussed hair, his cock stiff along your thigh.  Your earrings catch the light, twinkling like stars.

You take the hands he has on your hips and draw them up your body, drawing them up to your face where you kiss into his open palms, sighing.

"I love you." His breath catches in his throat, sticky and thick.

"I love you. And I want you. I want all of you."

"...You have me dearest." His voice goes low, soft enough that it's just a rumble in his chest. You slide your hands down his torso, lightly dragging your nails and he trembles.

"Then let me make you feel good? Please?" Your hands go below his hips, rubbing circles into his skin when he shudders.

"Love, love you don't have to–"

"Please? I want to." You lean, to whisper in his ear.

"I want to feel you. I want all of you. I want you to cum inside me and I want your knot and I want you to fuck me, Villette. Please?"

"...You are so vulgar."

"But you love me anyways?"

He groans, covering his eyes, tossing his head back and you grin at the surrender. 

Your hands come around his cock, and he gives a little half-aborted thrust into your hands. He had swelled down some in the aftercare, but he felt the growing heat in his groin and sighed, a mutter under his breath.

You have to use both your hands to wrap around his girth, your thumb just under the head of cock, pressing down on a vein there. He snarls, softly, and moves to cover your hands with his own.

"...Tighter. And faster. Like this." Your hands are so small compared to his, as he shows you. Soon you’re stroking his length, wet clicks every time you pump down, squeezing around his knot and twisting your hand around the red head of his cock, digging the pad of your finger into his dripping slit.

He bites down on his lip, tossing his head back onto the pillows. His thighs shake, and he can see the dark red tip of his shaft, wet and shiny. He wondered how much of the slick is leftover from when he was inside you. How slick it'll be when you're finished with him.

"You are so pretty, you know that?" You catch his attention with a harsh pump, twisting your hand down around his knot. His breath catches.

"When you're like this, with your pretty face and your pretty thighs and your pretty cock making such a mess in my hands. I love it." His dick jumps in your hand and he clicks his tongue at you.

"Sweet talker."

"But you like it! You're blushing, look," and your mouth curves dangerously. 

"Even your cock is blushing." He hisses your name but you laugh, moving off his lap to lay between his thighs. 

You open your mouth and let your tongue loll out. A thick bead of spit falls, right onto his tip, and you quickly gather that and spread it over his cock. He has no time to wonder what you're going to do, because you duck your head, taking one of his balls into your mouth.

You run your tongue over the delicate skin, suckly softly, before slurping the other into your mouth. His hand comes and twists into the hair of your nape and you hum, just to feel him shudder.

You move up, to the thick vein on the underside of his shaft. You drag your tongue slowly along the path of it, taking just the tip of him into your mouth. You make sure he's looking at you as you suckle softly, and when he tugs at your hair you start in earnest.

He's too big for you to take him in one swallow, so you work yourself, inch by inch. He helps you, using your hair as an anchor and rocking into your mouth, slowly, till his knot slips inside and you can feel him twitching at the back of your throat. 

It's a stretch, as usual. He's so big and so good you can't help moaning around him, high and needy, and he breaks.

His hips snap back and he slams into your mouth with a growl. You moan again and he curses under his breath, tilting your head for a better angle when he thrusts again.

He picks up rhythm, and the smooth glide of his cock on your tongue has you moaning and rubbing your thighs together, slick gathering. You want him inside, you want him to fuck you again, but more than that you want him to cum. Hard.

You don't think he's going to last long, anyways. He never has, the few times he's let you do this. Even now, his rhythm is sloppy as he fucks into your mouth, his moans going breathy and high. But that's fine, you want him like this, so you meet every thrust, sucking harder, hollowing out your cheeks and taking him as far as he can go. 

He tugs at your hair again, and you look up, meeting his eyes,the  pupils blown out and mouth open in a pant.You make sure yours are wide in faux innocence; Even fluttering your lashes when he bucks into your hot mouth again, rolling your eyes back a little. He snarls, and you feel his cock jump, the first hot spurts of cum on landing on your tongue. But before you could swallow he pulls you off, a slick pop when he leaves your mouth.

A dark growl snarls out from his clenched teeth, but he holds you in place, not letting you sink back onto him.

"Neuvillette!!" You're mad. What the hell?! Why would he do that? Not only did he pull you off of him, robbing you of his taste, he ruined his own orgasm!

His teeth are still barred, pupils blown dark and wide, diamond shaped. His chest falls and rises in harsh pants, a bit of drool at the corner of his lips, red and bitten, kiss swollen. He looks wild.

"Didnt…I didn't climax yet."

"What?"

"I didn't cum. I'm, I’m holding it..."

"Wait, what? Why?" Why? You want to demand your answers, you want him back in your mouth or your cunt, but he moves before you do.

His hand is still on your nape, and he doesn't talk, just uses it to drag you up and over his body, so he can kiss you. His tongue sweeps the wet cavern of your mouth, tasting himself on your tongue, the roof of your mouth, your canines.

He lays back, pulling you on top of him, while you hook your leg around his waist. His hand comes under your thigh, spreading you farther as he slips inside, splitting you on the first few inches of his cock. You clap onto him, sensitive still from your last two orgasms.

You rock your hips, trying to slip more and more of him inside your quivering cunt, eager and impatient. He throws his head back, exposing the pretty line and bob of his adams apple, when he feels his knot catch the rim of your entrance, the way you try to suck him in.

"Dont….Don't force yourself-"

"I can take it," you cut him off, and fuck if that doesn't make his belly tighten.

"I can take it, just help me." He meets your rocking with shallow thrusts of his own, slipping further inside you, a rush of warmth every time you gasp when he enters. 

You gasp when his knot slips past your entrance, he can feel you stretch to accommodate him and waits for you to adjust, trying to ignore the urge to just buck up into you, ans swallow everything you have to offer. He can wait.

But you’re not that patient. You lean against him and bury a whine into his shoulder when you start to move; bouncing up and down on his cock, not that he lets you go far. Neuvillette's hands clamp onto your waist, pulling you down to meet his thrusts everytime you come back down.

You can feel him, his cockhead hitting that gummy spot with every thrusts, making you shiver, eyes rolling back a little. You can feel his knot too, massaging into your walls, thick and tender. You're going to cum soon, like this.

He doesn't let you do this often. You're going to milk it for all its worth.

You give that breathless smile you know makes his heart flutter, and start whispering the things that come to your mind, the thoughts you had this evening.

How pretty he looks under you, flushed and barely holding onto decorum. How pretty he’ll look when he comes inside of you. How you've been wanting to have him all night; perhaps sneaking away and tasting him during dinner, have him fuck your mouth so you can swallow him down. Or maybe even in the opera house, in the darkness behind the curtains, have him feel how slick you were even then, how tender and eager you are.

"How lewd." He berates you, frowning but you smile wider, moaning when he traces over a sweet spot of yours, his hips drawing magic figure eights that have you gushing around him.

"Hm? And yet…you're the one fucking into me right now." You flutter your walls and he groans, but if anything, he moves faster, jaw tight like a bowstring.

You trace the line of his throat and he swallows, looking up at you where you are with just the slightest vexation, a scolding. He can't hide the desperation gleaming there though.

"Don't pretend," he hisses when you tighten, rolling his hips to get you to soften, "that I'm doing you a favor."

"But you are. I want you just like this my love." With a nudge you press him further down into the sheets, his wide eyes shot with pleasure and awe.

Your voice turns tender, sweet.

"I want you all flushed and pretty, and fucking your knot into me till you fill me up with your cum, okay?"

"Oh fuck," you feel him twitch inside you and shudder, lifting your hips and bouncing down on him, pulling his hair a little. 

You move, sliding off of him with a slick pop, before slamming back down in a single thrust, arching your back in that way you know he likes. His hands scramble at your back, a moan wracking in his chest.

"Love you, love you, ah fuck I love you," you moan against his mouth, the messy sweep of his tongue. You grind down just to feel his knot tighten inside of you, fluttering your walls. His back arches off the bed, and he cums with a sharp gasp. 

He doesn't let you slip off of him; He presses tight against your cervix, hot spurts of cum painting your womb white. You whimper, just teetering that edge, caught on his knot and unable to move.

His belly twitches under you, breath hot and labored. A tortured moan leaves his throat as you move again, chasing your own pleasure, desperate. You smooth the hair back from his forehead, just to see the ruddy fucked out look on his face better.

“So fucking pretty. So, so good to me. Can I keep going? Just a little more, alright?” You run your hands down the planes of his chest, lean like a swimmer but more built, the quivering skin of his belly, happy trail wet with sweat and fluids.

"Please, please, let me just–" You start to slip him inside but he moves for you, laying you both on your sides and snapping his hips snug against yours. The new angle has him hitting that spot with perfect accuracy, and you gush around him, back arching. He stifles down something that sounded half whimper, half moan, and bucks into you like an animal in heat.

It's filthy, loud and wet, the way he fucks you, and so out of character for him that you���d get whiplash, if you could think of anything other than the tight curl of heat in your belly, the way your orgasm crashes into you like a tidal wave.

He rolls you onto your back and slides his mouth over yours to swallow your cries, his hands scrambling everywhere-your knee, your tummy, your hips and breasts and shoulders, possessive little touches. You soak the sheets, and he rolls himself into you to tide you over, murmuring reassurances into your mouth, sliding his knee on the soft skin of your thigh. He came again, you can feel how full you are, it probably would’ve been leaking out if his knot wasn’t acting like a sort of plug. He throbs inside, pumping his hips in a sloppy rhythm.

When it wanes you groan, smoothing your hands down the column of his spine. He moves to your neck and chest, nibbling and sucking marks into your skin.

“Hm…That was nice.” You wince when he slips out, and yeah, you can feel his cum rush out of you, the feeling is too open and not welcome.

“You certainly let loose. You must have been pent up, huh?”

“Oh shush you,” He kisses along your jaw and cheek, seeking out affection. Your foot slides along his calf, soothing, calming him down.

”Still, we should do this more often.”

“You’ll be spoiled if I indulge you too much. It’s best we show restraint.”

“Hm, I could see your point. But, if we do this more often we can get to the point where I can take your knot more easily and–” He kisses you to cut you off, and before you can reply he has you scooped up in his arms, sliding off the bed and heading towards the bath.

“Your mouth is so vulgar; I don't understand how your mouth filters out everything but the obscene.”

“It's one of my charms. Do you not find me charming, love?” He gives you a look, up and down, and you realize you probably look a bit more than charming; Flushed and covered in his marks, his spent still leaking from your cunt. You still lift an eyebrow, waiting for your answer.

He sighs, setting you on the lip of the tub, reaching behind you to fill it. You brush his hair back from his neck as he leans in, just to press a kiss there.

“Yes. I find you charming and lovely and alluring, beautiful and damning. Though, I hope to find you clean and resting in my arms, in our bed tonight. Can we have that, my dear? I want nothing more.” 

“Well,” you know you’re blushing, like a schoolgirl with a crush, and not someone who just made love with their husband. How silly. “If you insist.” You flutter your lashes at him and he smiles, fond and adoring, rolling his eyes and pressing his lips to your temple. Your heart warms.

“I love you, Villette.”

“I love you as well. Most ardently and wholeheartedly.” 

[nsfw-lone-wolf-nergiganos]

Sub! Cyno X Stressed Out Dom! Male Reader X Sub! Tighnari Nsfw Headcanons

Warnings: none, I think

A/N: this is an Nsfw sequel of Cyno X Stressed Out! Male Reader X Tighnari Fluff Headcanons, guys can check it out if you haven't already.

Aww, stressed out again Y/N? If the answer is yes you have come to the right place at the right time, because your boyfriends, Cyno and Tighnari is there to help you with your stress. How you ask? Well, them sucking your cock and shoving it in their butts

Cyno would sit on your lap before making out with you and would whisper lustful things in your ear

Tighnari is way more sluttier than Cyno, he would always ask you if you want him to strip for you, or dance in front of you naked. Anything you want to him to do to ease your stress, he'll do it

If both of them wants to be slutty for you, you would have your cock out for them and let them have at it. They love sucking your cock, but Tighnari mostly loves it when he rides on your cock

When you eventually feel better, they'll let you do whatever you want to them

These guys may be very lewd and submissive, but at least they are your boyfriends and helps you out with whatever you are dealing with

[devotedcrook]

zhongli x fem! reader ( 18+ explicit )

smut / lemon / heavily lewd ─── she/her pronouns. fucked silly, creampie, breeding, dirty talking, degradation and praise. sweet talking, fluffy, established relationship, pet names. zhongli being a caring dom, [name] being a needy sub. mondstadt reader. you can also read it on ao3! sweet tempation (of god and mortal)

ᅠᅠ“AH!” [NAME] CRIED OUT, riding his fingers from her place on his thigh. she was trapped within his embrace, access denied from moving her limbs. she panted heavily as she whined loudly, his fingers moving inside her pussy being a literal heaven to her heated body.

“shh,” zhongli hushed her, almost cooing at how adorable she looked. she was completely at his mercy, hips gyrating in abandon for more friction. he loved the power he had over her, taming her fiery spirit into a puddle of nerves. “you don't want us to get caught now, my little dandelion?”

the nickname he gave you always made your heart beat faster. in the context of their activity, it only caused her core to drip with more of her fluid, drenching his hand as if he gather water from bishui river.

this time, he audibly purred and gather her into the warm embrace of his arms, inserting a third finger inside her. she moaned relentlessly, slumping to him as she tried to cherish his touch, imprinting the sensation of his fingers to her memory.

“such a good girl, my perfect little slut,” he cooed as he kissed her cheek, mouth trailing and lingering besides her insatiable lips. “spread your legs for me, darling.”

[name] was so shy when she took a deep breath and parted from him. cheeks aflame in a lovely blush, reminding him the sakura trees from inazuma island. so pretty, so cute, so adorably his. she laid back down on the grass, her soft body illuminating a argent glow from the light of the selene ─── zhongli could only think of how utterly exquisite she was, how beautifully perfect did her imperfections made her.

she spread her legs open for him, looking at him with a unsure expression. zhongli wanted to take all her uncertainties and fight them head on, make all her fears crumble. her dripping sex was a sight to behold, and he inhaled deeply when the aroma of her arousal greeted his senses, sweet and alluring as was she.

he immediately dived in, grabbing her legs and wrapping them around his broad shoulders. his mouth locked around her drenched core, causing [name]'s back to arch with a cry. zhongli hummed merrily across her folds, licking and slurping like a man depraved from water, thirst unquenchable and a want for more.

“zhongli! zhongli!” she tugged at his dark hair, grinding her core across his face. “fuck ── oh, fuck!” she cried, mouth agape when a long and loud moan escaped from her throat, her body trembling from all the pleasure.

the dragon of liyue growled, a sound almost animalistic in her ears. she felt herself at the edge of her peak, heart beating faster than a mile. he grabbed her hips and shoved his face deeper into her cunt, tongue prodding her sensitive muscles, and licking any substance that had her legs tightening around his head.

his tongue was rough, drawing slow circle around her clit, dipping down to prod at her entrance, and thrusting in. he closed his eyes and let his instincts do the talking, moaning into her as he drank her juices. [name] arched off the ground and sobbed when his gentle actions turned aggressive, his teeth nibbling around her flesh as he trusted his fingers inside her, drawing a whine out of her.

“that's it,” his baritone voice made her walls clench around his digits. “give it to me, love. give it all to me.”

the dum broke, and [name] was officially sent over the edge. tears trailed down her face as she sobbed, grinding on his face and trying to get his fingers deeper inher, eyes rolling back in pure bliss. incoherent blubbering could only be heard as zhongli thrusted his tongue and fingers inside her, gathering all her nectar for him to consume. her liquor dripped from his face and to the ground, droplets running down his neck and towards his torso. what a beautiful mess, the scent of her prominent in the air, marking his own body as hers.

[name] panted, her arms weakly tugging him upwards. zhongli chuckled and nuzzled into her throat lovingly, placing open-mouthed kisses along her sweet flesh while his little dandelion wrapped her arms around him, surging him down for a indolent kiss. he groaned into her mouth, arms wrapping around her frame protectively as their hearts synchronised under the gaze of the moon, their voices carrying harmonies of love across the breeze.

the kiss turned frenzied, [name]'s hands going all over his body. she touched everything she could, from his hair to his neck, from his shoulder blades down to his navel. his back wasn't left unscathed either, now marred with the bruises of his one and only.

“more,” she moaned, pressing her soft ample bosom against his hard chest. “i need more i ── zhongli!” there was a urgency to her voice that caused the hair of his body to stand up in goosebumps, his blood thrumming in excitement.

“hmm, you need more?” he angled his head, pressing gentle and barely there kisses on her lips. “aren't you being greedy, my girl?” he pecked her forehead, hands trailing down to her waist and to her hips, his thumb rubbing circles on her skin.

a blush rose on her cheeks, embarrassment settling in. however, in one swift move, [name] reversed their positions so she could now be on top. surprise flashed through zhongli's amber eyes, clearly being taken aback ── something to which [name] took slight pride of.

she leaned down on him sensually, moves slow and deliberate. her hands cupped his cheeks, rubbing her thumbs over his pretty face.

“so what if i am?” she demanded rather defensively. “you wouldn't dare to leave me here, all alone in the wild, would you?”

never in a million years.

his soft gaze must have given her his answer because the next thing he knew, [name] lowered herself over his cock, grinding on top of his length as to tease him. he gritted his teeth at the implication, a direct refusal on penetration. he let his control slip away, giving her the reigns ─── for the meantime. puffs of air left her lips as she humped on his length, coating him with her fluids. he was erect and hard at her ministrations, causing him to sigh in content.

zhongli was utterly relaxed by now, muscles untensing. he was in a languid state of bliss, not quite at his peak, but comfortably getting there. she was taking her time with her movements, drawing out her teasing with affectionate touches. her finger was feather-like as she grazed them along his cock, caressing the skin softly, never grabbing him fully. she was so gentle on purpose, petting him and drawing out a string of pre-cum from his tip.

he sank his fingers to her plump ass, eyebrows furrowing. he cock had turned a angry red, ready to burst. [name] was grinning sinfully down at him as she continued treating him like the most delicate little thing in the world. his blush stained his ears with the same colour of his cheeks, hips jolting with a gasp when she paid special attention to his tip.

her index finger caressed his length back and forth, and his breath picked up. he gripped the grass underneath him, biting his lip as he gazed up at her bouncing breasts, due to the fact that she was now grinding on his thigh.

and suddenly, the hazy state he was in was broken by his own need to penetrate her so hard until she wouldn't be able to walk. he blinked, taking a deep breath before he drove her hard down to his cock, causing [name] to yelp at the unexpected action.

“fuck!” she tossed her head back, and zhongli didn't waste a second as he sat up and bite the skin on the column of her neck, groaning loudly in satisfaction.

“you are so wet,” he marvelled, nose buried behind her ear, taking in her scent that had his eyes roll back and jolt his cock up inside her. “i'm going to fuck you so hard,” he kissed the spot there, teeth nibbling the skin with the intention to leave a bruise. “i'm going to leave you dripping, until you beg for more.”

she blushed heavily. “morax!”

his archon's name left her lips so naturally. zhongli's eyes dilated in pure want at the sound of his name, said in a reprimanding tone no other would dare to use with him. he bite her earlobe in retaliation, causing her to cry out; such a sweet sound she immited that was melody to his ears.

“[name],” he wrapped his arms around her once again, and guided her on how to bounce on his cock, her pussy taking him so readily that wet sounds could be heard. she was moaning relentlessly by now, words foregone for the sake of incoherent mutterings and pleasure. she planted her hands on his shoulder and started taking him deep inside her, her walls squeezing around him almost painfully. her breasts were temptingly swaying in front of his eyes, reason why he leaned forward to take a hard pebble between his lips, causing her to moan out in approval and tug at his hair.

“you're squeezing me so tightly,” he muttered, his lips leaving a blazing trail from her sternum and up to her gaping lips. he took his two fingers and tapped at the flesh, and [name] didn't have to question it as she wrapped her lips around his digits, humming and sucking the remains of her cum.

zhongli groaned, kissing the edge of her occupied mouth. “good girl, you're following my orders so well. i'm so proud of you.”

[name] whined at the back of her throat, teary eyes pleading as she shamelessly picked up her pacing, riding him ─── using him to get off. her eyes rolled back and she choked when his fingers delved deeper down her throat, the moment his hips jolted up to accommodate and reward her hard work.

she was getting so close, even zhongli could feel it. his cock was caressing her pulsing core deliciously, and he never bottomed out, always remaining inside her. he was that long that even if she got to her knees, he would still remain wrapped around her silky heaven. she wrapped her hands around his arm and started imagining his digits was his cock instead, sucking and lavishing him with her attention so much that she grew even more wet than she thought, her juices gushing all over him.

he took his fingers back from her mouth, barely glancing at the strings of saliva between them, and started circling her clit. [name] screamed, bowing over him as the simplest of touches sent her over the edge. she cummed long and hard around his cock, drenching him point white.

and then she whimpered.

zhongli rarely heard a sound coming from her that was so raw, so incredibly real. knowing she let him break down her walls, feeling so safe around him ─── zhongli was so damn honoured that his heart was now beating only for her. he placed her leg over the neck of his elbow and drove harshly into her, causing the woman to blubber as he prolonged her orgasm.

he groaned as he pumped up to her, forcing her hips down with his hands. she was so hot and tight around him, he wasn't sure he could hold on any longer. he took in the sight of her crying face, her gaping mouth, the sweat glistening upon her skin. he gasped when suddenly, her pussy clenched around him in a vice grip, purposely. small moans left his own lips as he buried his face between the valley of her breasts, clutching her close to him.

“what did you-” do? he wanted to ask, but instead a gasp of pleasure escaped him. warmth seized his body and after a few more times of bouncing on his cock, he came inside her, drenching her walls with his cum.

[name] inhaled a breath in surprise, despite her panting. her eyes widened as she could feel him spilling into her. her hips picked up their pace and she started fucking her pussy down harder to him.

and for that, zhongli lost all his inhibitions. he quickly switched their positions, now he on the top, and fucked his erected cock right into her special spot. [name] arched her back and wailed, another orgasm rippling through her, milking him as her nectar ran down like a waterfall.

he fucked his cum into her cunt. his, his, his. that's his pussy to cum into, the moans she emitted for only him to listen to, the way she gyrated her hips and looked at him so lustfully ─── that was only for him. that insane amount of dragon's possessive nature, protecting their treasure. she, his dandelion, the most precious weakness he ever had in his life.

“zhongli, i can't-!” she sobbed, shaking her head. but he only kissed her forehead, murmuring sweet everythings on her ear. she clutched in to his shoulders and spread her legs wider, moaning loudly at the brand new sensation.

“of course you can,” he cooed. “look at you, spreading your pretty legs like a slut. you're absolutely drenched.”

he pivoted his cock inside her, movements precise and hard against her body. her cunt squeezed him as he handled her knees up besides her face, positioning themselves lovingly into a matings press. he kissed her with all the passion he had, and [name] melted right on the spot, her stuttering moans swallowing by his lips.

“'cum inside me,” she hiccuped, much to her embarrassment. he, however, found it endearing. “zhongli!”

he couldn't help it, he chuckled at her. here she was, all day not being able to form a single word. his soul warmed at the mere fact of bringing her such delectation. he was so hard by the time he started driving into her once again, eyes completely focused on her lips as she moaned his name.

she felt herself giving in, and she let everything go as she squirted all over them, a scream lodging in her throat before she tossed her head back, letting it loose along with her earth-shattering orgasm.

zhongli fell on to her and aggressively tilted his hips back, releasing inside her once again. he panted and groaned besides her ear, cock twitching inside her pussy. never leaving from her wet embrace, plugging his seed in her.

[name] kissed him softly this time, sighing at how full she was feeling. she closed her eyes as her lover peppered kisses all over her face, causing her to laugh hoarsely. zhongli hummed in enjoyment and purred from his chest, content to let his cock warm around her walls and snuggle into her softness.

[name] ran her fingers through his long brown hair as he cushioned his cheek on her breast. she looked up at the starry sky with a tear slipping down her face, but a loving smile presenting on her lips. she was feeling so happy at the moment. she took in the beautiful sight of qingce village, the flowers covering their intimate forms.

“i love you,” she murmured.

he hummed, looking up at her and pressing a gentle kiss on her jawline. “i love you more.”

(he did.)

[devieuls]

You’re acting like a brat in public.

Inazuma boys x Reader +18

¡ Headcanon ?

Warnings: Some parts are a bit towards the smut, hot zone. Slightly rough characters with you, The part of Scara is definitely too much.

Synopsis: While you are walking through Inazuma you start behaving like brats towards your boyfriends, obviously all this in public, so your boyfriend will put you in your place...

Characters: Thoma, Gorou, Heizou, Itto, Kazuha, Ayato, Scaramouche x Reader

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THOMA :

Thoma would try to keep calm in public, trying to calm your childish behavior with sweet words and a fake sweet smile printed on his face, just not to capture unwanted attention from passers-by as he was obviously agitated.

He would ask you why you’re acting like this and he would advise you to stop with intimidating tone, obviously in a tone that only you could hear.

< Listen to me, baby. I hate to be hard on you, but I need you to stop acting like a fucking brat, or I’m gonna have to punish you when I get home... and trust me, you won’t be able to walk when I'm done with you. > He would say against your ear once stuck against the wall of a hidden alley of the city, making you blush and shut up immediately.

Then he’d take your hand and drag you out of the alley, walking around town like he didn’t threaten to fuck you to death right before.

Needless to say, the blond, once you get home, would still punish you for your behavior, you had to understand what place you had in the relationship.

< Come here and make it up to me, you little brat >.

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GOROU :

Gorou is the kind of guy who wouldn’t hide his disappointment at seeing your bratty behavior in public, so he wouldn’t have too much trouble putting you in your place and making you feel deeply embarrassed. He doesn’t mince his words and knows how to be sharp towards you, so as to make you more meek and composed on his side.

Nevertheless, he would challenge you to be more bratty just for the sake of submitting to him will, making you understand that in every possible way that there was no more powerful thing in the world than his command on you.

After all he was a general, this trait also occurred in the life of a couple, not that you were sorry to be under his orders, it was exciting to feel him cold with you, although you would never admit it.

He would look down on you once he’d notice your behavior and railed at you out loud, making sure his soldiers heard it perfectly.

< Keep it up, Kitty, and I swear I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll lose your bratty voice. You know I will. > He will end and then leave you behind.

Your cheeks purple with embarrassment and your head bent down. while you hid behind his shadow so as to disappear from the sight of his soldiers who stared at you from time to time.

< I love it when you’re so submissive, kitten. >

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HEIZOU :

Heizou would mentally think of an effective plan to get you to stop behaving like that, he hated that childish part you were publicly showing, especially if you were talking up and sulking like an infant who wanted candy from his mom.

He would take his eyes to the sky, sighing heavily before taking you out of life and approaching him dangerously, seriously looking you in the eye.

< Are you going to keep acting like a brat or do you need to be silenced in my own way? > would ask by raising an eyebrow, then move one hand over your thigh and up it to end up under your skirt. < You know, I know many ways to put you in your place > He would end and then detach from your body, leaving you red in the face under the gaze of some passers-by.

< Oh, now you’re embarrassed? I didn’t think you were sorry for the dirty looks while you were grumbling and sulking. > He said to then carry his hands behind the neck and walk followed by you who scolded him for that too intimate scene made in public, causing his laugh and some shrugs.

< Be a good girl and maybe I will consider not punishing you >

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ITTO :

Itto would laugh at your behavior, even finding you pretty in your infantilism, but in the long run would get tired of this behavior, even finding it heavy.

It would take you on his shoulder and leave a small spanking on your ass, making you wince for the feeling. You’d keep complaining about him, kicking and leaving a few punches on your back

< Let me down now! Itto! Itto, put me on the ground immediately! > you would scream at the top of your lungs, wriggling like a child, making him snort in frustration because of the eyes on you two.

It would put you on the ground when you got home, then slam you against the wall and undo your belt, wrapping it around your wrists to make it a sort of handcuff. < I really hope that all the determination you put in kicking screaming will also employ you in bed while I punish you, you rude little brat. > He would conselude to then take off the collar with the vision and put it to you, implying he was serious about the punishment and making you imagine what would happen.

< Let me misbehave with you, baby. >

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KAZUHA :

Kazuha would take your hand trying to ignore your behavior, he didn’t care what people thought, he would do anything to be composed in public and be a total knight. Too bad you didn’t want to be as composed as you are, going on and on and on about things that were slowly pissing off the white-haired kid.

He'll take you from the jaw with one hand, silencing you once you tighten the grip around your face. < Y/n, please stop acting like this. I’m trying in every way not to get mad at you and make you regret what you’re putting me through, but... you see, you make it so damn hard for me > he’d be growling, while your eyes were fixed in his, making you swallow for the calm but threatening tone.

< Be a good girl for me, huh? > He’d end up letting go your jaw and start walking in the city again.

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AYATO :

Most likely he would pretend that everything is fine, giving a smile to passers-by and listening to your complaints in silence, hoping that you can stop behaving like that.

When he realizes there was no way to appease your childish behavior, he would take your hand and grip you until you wince and look up at him. His clenched and clearly tense jaw showing how nervous he was, which was affirmed by his furious eyes on you.

You would have fallen silent instantly, automatically apologizing for your behavior. Not a single word of rebuke, just a glance was enough to make you understand that you should have shut up.

< As happy as I am that you shut the fuck up, don’t think there’ll be no consequences for this. > he would take you by the chin and make you meet your looks again < After all, you have to learn to stand in your place in public. The Kamisato have a reputation, it’ll not your childish behavior that’s gonna ruin it. > he would end and then leave a sweet kiss on your lips, receiving sweet looks from some passers-by.

< I-I'm sorry... > You whispered when you finished the kiss, making him smile.

< Good girl. Now, would you like a milk tea, my dear? > he would say in a sweet and elegant tone, leaving you speechless.

That boy knew how to cover up problems with some fake etiquette, if only those passers-by knew that behind that kiss was the most inviting "threat" of your life.

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SCARAMOUCHE :

He would not even waste time calming you or understanding your reasons, he would be annoyed by your behavior right away, which would lead him to take you by the neck and push you against the first wall near you.

His mischievous and malicious look stared at you as he squeezed your grip, letting you release a small choked groan.

< When are you gonna learn to be the fucking good whore you can be? I don’t like little bratty girls who whine about everything. Baby, don’t piss me off or I won’t have any problem bending you right against this wall and fucking you until you lose your voice in front of all these people. > He would spit acid at your lips, not worrying about the tone of voice that resounded in the wind, making some girls passing by blush with embarrassment, causing the same reaction to you.

< Now apologize to me and stop acting like a fucking child >. He’d end up loosening your grip a little bit to get you to talk.

< Excuse me, sir, I’m sorry. I will not behave like this anymore > You said in a suffocated tone because of the grip, still feeling a feeling of pleasure between the legs and in the stomach.

The boy would smile satisfied and leave his grip on your neck to take you by the hair and push you against him for a kiss.

< I don’t give a shit about your fake apology. I'll punish you anyway, you know I will and you'll love it so fucking much that all of Inazuma will know my name. > will whisper against your lips and then let go completely.

< Now let’s get out, I’m sick of being here, let’s skip to the fun part at home. >

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Hello and welcome to another installment of mossy being horny on main. Tonights programme? Gimmeee. The reactions of Zoya,maybe Shalom and your boy Lyney at the sight of their s/o dressed in an oversized band tshirt and an oversized band tshirt

:3

Note: This is supposed to say "an oversized band tshirt and nothing underneath" ;)

Fandoms: Path to Nowhere, Genshin Impact Characters: Zoya (PtN), Shalom (PtN), Lyney (GI) Warnings: NSFW, Minors beware! Slight Spoilers for Shalom's story. Mentions of: pegging, slight choking, Domme Zoya, teasing, oral (gn), penetration (gn), semi-submissive Lyney,

Zoya

Oh boy. Ohhhhh boy.

Instant turn on. She drops whatever she's doing - literally, if necessary, she doesn't care what breaks so long as she gets to break you.

For a long moment, she just stares. Appreciates the way the oversized shirt falls just past the curve of your ass, how something so baggy somehow accentuates the shape of your body so nicely. It's practically lingerie, watching you wear something like that.

And if you just so happen to bend over within her line of sight, or reach for something off a high shelf and cause your shirt to ride up, revealing that there's nothing underneath... good lord, it's almost embarrassing how turned on she is.

She's sweeping you off your feet and carrying you to the nearest flat surface, be it the bed, couch, or even a chair or the dinner table. She is not a patient woman. She will have you, and she will have you now.

She leaves your side only long enough to fetch her strap-on, and then she's bending you over whatever object it is that she's chosen for today's session. Normally, she holds your hips while she does this, but today she grips the sides of your shirt, allowing it to choke you slightly - or more than slightly, if you're into that - as she gives it to you hard and rough, relishing in every little gasp and moan and cry that leaves your pretty mouth.

She's not gonna stop until you come at least three times, and then she's helping move your spent body into a sitting or lying position so you can give her some pleasure, too. If you're too drained to manage that, then she'll just get herself off to the sight of you looking like such a mess while you watch <3

Shalom

Oh my. When you walk in wearing that, she's practically drooling over you just from the first glimpse. Whatever she's busy with is immediately tomorrow's problem. It doesn't matter anymore. Nothing matters but you.

Shalom still isn't very used to her newfound emotions - much less being able to feel and show them freely - and lust is one of the ones she struggles with the most. The burning-hot desire she feels is all-consuming and difficult to keep contained.

She seems to glitch at first. You turn around after a while of innocently pretending to do something else, only to find her staring at you, her eyes dark with lust. You can't tell from the way she's sitting, but she's got her thighs squeezed together in a subconscious effort to relieve her growing need.

You pretend to knock a pen off a nearby table and bend to retrieve it, flaunting your bare skin, and that snaps her out of it. She's out of the chair in a flash, crossing the room with long strides accentuated by the steady click of her shoes on the tile floor. She's by your side in mere moments, just as you straighten up. The pen falls from your grasp as she pulls you close and kisses you, one of her hands sliding beneath your shirt and caressing your body.

"You don't know what you do to me when you dress like that, my dear," she whispers when you break away for air, her lips brushing yours before she kisses her way down your jaw to your collarbone.

She soon grows bored of just kissing you, however, and leads you back to the desk where she's been working. She shoves her paperwork to the side - incredibly uncharacteristic for Shalom, but it shows just how needy she is. And then she's pushing your shirt up to your hips and instructing you to sit on the desk.

When you obey her, she's pulling up her chair, pushing your legs apart as she begins to taste your thighs, slowly working her way up, closer and closer to where you need her touch the most. She takes her sweet time, but once she gives you what you want, ohh is it worth it. Her mouth is incredible, and she puts that quick tongue of hers to good use, teasing and edging you until you feel like you're going to lose your mind.

When she finally lets you go over the edge and you come on her tongue, it's one of the best orgasms you've ever experienced. Your fingernails dig into the underside of her desk so hard you leave permanent crescent-shaped marks there, and occasionally Shalom will run her fingertip across them and think of this. You really should wear that shirt more often.

Lyney

For Lyney, let's say that it's not an oversized band t-shirt you're wearing... no, you're wearing a long white button-up shirt. Ideally, it's one of his, perhaps even the one he was wearing yesterday. It still smells like him, which is an immediate turn on for you, but as for our dear magician...

He's oblivious at first. You'll walk in the kitchen and greet him, and he'll give you a good morning kiss and say whatever poetic thoughts pop into his mind first, and then he turns to get more coffee.

And then he freezes mid-stride, and you can practically see the gears turning in his head, processing everything. After several long seconds, he spins around, lavender eyes wide as they meet yours and then flick downwards, taking in your attire as his mouth goes dry.

It's incredibly attractive watching him get turned on. His eyes darken with lust, pupils dilating almost like a cat's, his breathing starts to get heavier, and that blush you adore so much begins to appear on his cheeks - soon it will spread to his ears and begin creeping down onto his chest, too.

"Oh-ho, what's this?" He asks, trying to salvage the situation, trying to pretend his brain hasn't been turned to mush with a single glance. You cheerfully reply that it's nothing much - well, that much is true, but only in a literal sense- and you turn to go about your day, intending to grab something off a bottom shelf just to give him a little peek beneath the shirt.

You don't get a chance, however. He's behind you as though by magic, his arms snaking around your waist as he hugs you tightly against his chest, and oh- he's already hard. "Ma cherie, just what do you- ahh-" You cut him off by wiggling your hips, rubbing against the growing bulge in his pants. He nuzzles his face against your neck, pressing feather-light kisses there, and you can feel his hot breath against your skin. "Not fair," he mumbles between kisses. "You know I can't think straight when you do that..."

He spins you around, taking another long look at you. You look incredible in just his shirt, and he can't resist you any longer - he's pushing you against the nearest wall, his mouth on your neck and hands all over your body. He mumbles praises against your skin, trying his best to still be suave and poetic even when all he can think about is you.

The makeout session lasts for as long as both of you can stand it, both of you quickly growing more and more needy. Soon Lyney is grinding against your hip, and you eventually have to push him off - he's so drunk on you that you know he'd keep going until he came in his pants without even realizing it, but you want more.

You lead him over to the nearest couch and he follows close behind you, eager to obey - and also to get another look at the way he can just barely glimpse your upper thighs beneath the shirt. His pants hit the floor almost immediately, and he breathes a sigh of relief at the freedom, then bites his lip to choke back a moan as you run your hand across his length.

He's pushed down into the couch, and he looks up at you with that delightful lustdrunk look you've come to anticipate. His face is flushed and he looks oh so eager as he reaches for you, gripping the front of the shirt and pulling you down to kiss him again.

You waste no time climbing into his lap and sinking down on him. He feels so good inside of you, but what you feel can't compare to what you see and hear - the low whine that escapes his throat, the way his head falls back momentarily as you sink lower until he's fully sheathed within you.

It's hot and passionate as the two of you get tangled up together, bodies pressed so close there's no space left between you. Despite his desperation, Lyney controls himself, doing everything within his power to make you feel good, to make you whine his name. You, on the other hand, want nothing more than to hear his voice hitch as he moans, and you don't stop until he's practically unable to string a sentence together without whimpering or moaning your name.

Once you finally go over the edge, the way you cry out his name, throbbing around him, he can't hold it back a second longer - he bites your shoulder as his orgasm washes over him, muffling the noises he makes as he nearly blacks out from the intense pleasure. When he comes down, he's trembling in your arms while you stroke his hair, telling him how incredible he is, and he's never felt better.

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𝘈:𝘯- 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦... 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯! 𝘌𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦.... 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵? 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘈𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦.

𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯.

𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘉𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥

*𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤... 𝘌𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥.

*𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

*(𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴). 𝘌𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺.... 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳.

*𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺.

*𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵.

*𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

*𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘺 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵.

*𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯.

*𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥.

*𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘱𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰𝘰... 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵.

*𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨.

*𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭... ���𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰? 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳... 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵... 𝘐𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵.

*𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵. 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.

*𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩.

*𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘶𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘸.

*𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰. 𝘐𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

*𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸.

*"...𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘱𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘴.... 𝘐𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨?"

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𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘯 𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘴.

*𝘈𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 (𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵)

*𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴.

*𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘧��𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘙𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 .

*𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.

*𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘓𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘎𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘋𝘰𝘵.

*𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥.

*𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧.

*𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘥... 𝘉𝘶𝘵.. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘣𝘺𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘺 𝘔𝘪𝘭𝘰 𝘰𝘳 𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘦𝘯.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘧... 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥... 𝘎𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

*𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵.

*𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

*"𝘺/𝘯-𝘬𝘶𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴!"

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𝘋𝘰𝘵 𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦

*𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨.

*𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴!

*𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰.

* 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘪��𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥.

*𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘫𝘰𝘺.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺?

*𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘪𝘵!

*"𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘺/𝘯! 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺!"

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𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯.

*𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺.

*𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘦.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳.

*𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨.

*𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵.

*𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵.

*𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮! 𝘜𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺, "𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘚𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵?"

*𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴.

*𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

*𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘞𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘔𝘢𝘥𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘵.

*𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘮��𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰?

*"𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱? 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥..."

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𝘓𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘐𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦.

*𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦!

*𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺!

*𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦.

*𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘴𝘦!

*𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘴.

*𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

*𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘋𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

*𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘣𝘶𝘵... 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭.

*𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.

*...𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘦

*"𝘺/𝘯-𝘬𝘶𝘯. 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘪? 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳!"

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(3𝘳𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳)

𝘙𝘢𝘺𝘯𝘦 𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘴.

*𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

*𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴... 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴... 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘍𝘪𝘭𝘮 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩?

*𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵.

*𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

*𝘣𝘶𝘵... 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺... 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦... 𝘈 𝘭𝘰𝘵.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘱 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

*𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰.

*𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦.

*𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

*𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘶𝘵... 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦.

*𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘺. 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘨...

*𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦... 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩.

*𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨... 𝘖𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴... 𝘏𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰... 𝘉𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦.

*𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥.

*"𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺/𝘯".

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𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘥 (𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤)

*𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥.

*𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳.

*𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤.

*𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘙𝘢𝘺𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘙𝘢𝘺𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘴.

*𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘙𝘢𝘺𝘯𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘰.

*𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘙𝘢𝘺𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵.. 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.

*𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵... 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘨.

*"𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘙𝘢𝘺𝘯𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘉𝘰𝘶𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶"

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𝘈:𝘯- 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭! 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦

[imahinatjon]

Kinda got lost on what I was doing at the end of this one. Think I droned on a bit.

Also spelt wriothesley wrong the entire time so sorry about that

Anyway

wriothesley x reader 18+ 💋

Playing catch up

You were an innmate at the fortress of Meropide. Wriothsley didn't care why or how though. No, right now? He cared about how purely naive and oblivious you were.

Here's the story:

You and he were somewhere around the same age, and you'd become friendly during your earlier years at the fortress just before he became Duke. You weren't exactly close because of this fact, but with his position and the positive changes he enforced, you felt that he was the right man to talk to about a lot of things.

One of these things you felt you could talk to him about... was sex.

See, the other woman in your shared dormitory had been talking about men.

There were a lot of men in the fortress, but one woman was talking specifically about her boyfriend, still on the surface, and how... fervently they'd come together when her sentence was up - in a few months.

The second woman was content with her life in the Fortress and spoke openly of her sexual adventures within, she had a good life there, and could indulge in whoever she wanted, to an extend. She was satisfied.

The third woman was a little more prudish, but being as close as she was to her roommates, she opened up under vert little pressure and told them about one of the men she'd been seeing recently - a sweet guy who was a hard worker. They shared a lot in common and she was sure she was in love with him.

Then the three woman turned to you, the 4th, their other roomate. You must have looked like a deer in headlights because they told you you don't need to share if your uncomfortable. You shook your head at them

"It's not that... I just... I'm afraid I don't understand"

"Are you by chance..." one of the woman asked, a little shocked

"I-it doesn't matter, you don't need to tell us if you don't want to!" The third woman told you.

You nodded at them.

But the conversation had you thinking.

You knew very little of what they talked about, you wanted to relate, but you couldn't.

So you asked for help. From Writhosley, which, in hindsight, asking a man you had a slight crush on for advice about sex was NOT the best idea, purely for your own nerves, as you were just realising how suggestive your question was. So you tried to explain.

"Its just. the other woman, they've had all kinds of experienced, but I've never had any... it's hard to relate and I wanted to ask them, but... it's a little embarrassing"

"So you came to me?"

Writhosley sat in his office chair, looking up at you as you fidgeted. You asked him to avoid embarrassing yourself, and here you are embarrassing yourself ten times more.

He found it a little endearing. And cute.

Still, he had one question. How had you gone this far into your adult life and never even experimented. He'd never ask you that or course, but he'd offer his assistance.

That's why you were lay on his desk later that same night, he was showing you how to use your hands, or well, his hand.

He was leant over you, his fingers deep inside curling at all the right points, he had you squeeling.

Within minutes, he had you clenching around his fingers, rubbing yourself against his thumb that pressed so deliciously against your clit as you came down from your high. With how quick it was, he doubted you'd ever even touched yourself before.

The next time you visited him, he showed you how to use his mouth. It was... sensational, he had you whining and moaning and writhing over his desk while he sat comfortably on his chair, face buried in your most sensitive parts.

You came twice that time. He only stopped because didn't want to overwhelm you.

The third time, he hadn't actually arranged to meet you, he wasn't planning it, but you cane to his office of your own volition.

"You're doing so much to help me... I wanted... to help you too... if... y'know..." You weren't sure how to ask, and if was absolutely adorable of you. To stand infront of him, clenching your thighs together and twiddling your thumbs, offering to... help him. You'd noticed his trousers strain a couple of times, a tent forming, one that had you feeling more aroused every time you caught a glimpse. And when listening to the other woman you shared a room with, that meant he was exited. And... well, you'd be more than happy to get on your knees for him.

He let you too, sat at his desk, chair turned to the side so you'd have room. You used your hand to jack him off. At some point you must have grown curious of something, because your tongue was flicking over his tip, gathering precum, giving you a taste. Apparently you liked it, because you took him as far as you could into your mouth after that.

And boy oh boy were you a natural. You were oddly good at sucking him dry, he had to pull you off in the end, after he'd come, afraid you'd overestimate him too much if he let you go for another round... and then another... and...

He didn't offer a fourth time, a fourth lesson. He wasn't willing to go any further with you, not because he didn't want to, no, he REALLY wanted to. But, well, you weren't in a relationship, so, to go much further, was out of the question. He wasn't going to make you do that. (Not that he was making you do anything anyway, but still)

"So...what now...?" You asked him.

You associated his office with pleasure, but that pleasure was dissipating when he said he wasn't going to do any more with you, use his fingers, or his mouth, his thigh if you wanted, but he'd never have himself inside of you.

You didn't really understand it, but you enjoyed your time together in such intimate moments far too much to just let it go.

So you carried on visiting. And for months it was the same.

Your visits with him worked, you could understand what they were talking about, but one vital thing felt like it was missing.

So you confided in your first roomate, she was in a committed relationship, had been for a while, maybe she'd understand.

"Your in love"

"What?"

So that was it. You had a crush on him, but apparently in all your time together, it was becoming more. Everything made sense too.

Why you'd seek him out for more than just your alone time in his office, you'd have dinner together, so often that other prisoners believed sincerely that you were his favorite - and you were. He sought you out for a lot of reasons too, never anything important, he just liked to check on you.

You believed maybe he felt the same.

So you asked.

And he said no.

You stayed in your room that day, you didn't go to work, and your roomates were worried.

So the second roomate sought Writhosley out.

Whatever she said, you didn't know, but he was visiting you the next night, in your dormroom, when all your roomated just so happened to be gone, busy doing various things.

He kissed you then. That was the first time his lips ever met yours and it felt desperate.

But you pushed him away. He didn't love you. He didn't get the right to kiss you, didn't even have the right to touch you anymore.

Except he did - love you I mean. The right to touch you isn't his.

It was hard for him to express how he felt for you, not because he wasn't sure, he was damn near certain. But he had a reputation to uphold. He didn't know how dating you would affect it, would you be in danger? Would people loose respect? Would you become a target for harassment? Would your colleagues ostracize you?

"It's a bit late for that don't you think? They already think your playing favorites... but... I have friends, good friends, so, you needn't worry so much"

That was true wasn't it? He wasn't careful enough with you. And your friends were clearly good, your roomate was damn near ready to punch some sense into him after a little confrontation. He can be so stupid sometimes.

"Fuck it then"

He took you then. Finally, really took you, properly, how you wanted him too. With your consent or course, he asked first. He had to make sure you weren't too upset with him. But with a gentle smile, and a peck to the lips, you gave him the go ahead.

He had you missionary, he wanted to see your face, for the first time at least. He wanted to watch how your expressions contorted, and hear how you whined out his name clear as day.

He could have gone harder, he wanted to be rougher. But he held himself, there would be time for that later.

Right know, he was showing you that he cared

And it was beautiful expression.

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Master list :3

[manic-nova]

Caught: A Thoma Lemon

Continuation of Where's My Hug?

Summary: Thoma's always put on this perfectly innocent facade, but what happens when the truth finally comes out about his perverted tendencies when it comes to you.

Characters: Thoma, Fem!Reader

TW's: Pervert Thoma, AFAB! Reader, masturbation +being caught (Thoma), voyeurism?, dubcon, mentions of sexual harassment, groping, and PDA.

Thoma had been so so careful with you up until then. Containing himself around you, your perfect body, your adorably innocent personality was certainly not an easy task, but he got by with brief and inconspicuous touches and hearing you whine out his name in response. You were so perfectly oblivious. That he was certain of, yet lately it had felt like you were testing him, teasing him, trying to push him over the edge. He had become so good at waiting, though. Despite the way that lingering overwhelming urge to ruin you would creep in the back of his mind every time he wrapped his arms around you, he could always save it for when you were out of sight. He could resist the need to satisfy the urges you weren't ready to help him with. The moment had to be right. You were too pure. He could only strip you of your innocence once. He had to wait.

After a couple months of getting very familiar with Thoma, you'd come to accept his nature, and the excess physical touch didn't make you nearly as nervous as it used to. In fact, after a while you began openly inviting it, initiating it too. It was his love language, after all, a certified way of knowing that Thoma cared deeply about you, and who were you to deny Thoma the right to express his feelings? Besides, he was so warm and inviting. You could melt into his frame like butter if you wanted to, but he couldn't know you wanted to. No, that would make you seem desperate, and you weren't desperate, right? It's sort of a question you'd been asking yourself recently. Thoma wasn't treating you like he used to. He was hesitant, withholding, almost like you were to him when you two first met. Thoma had never been shy or nervous. Why now? What changed? I guess you could say you'd been letting it get under your skin just a little. You just hadn't quite realized how reliant you had become of him, how his touch had become your fulfillment, so if he wasn't going to take initiative and wrap his arms around you so tightly like the old days, you would.

Thoma's little charade was basically history the second you walked into Kamisato Estate in that stupidly tight dress. You were the life of the party, and you didn't have to say a word. The dress and its perfectly placed ruching, how it hugged your curves and drew the eye up and down your figure. The second you and Thoma saw each other, you walked straight up to him with the most innocent gleaming smile on your face and wrapped your arms around his torso, doe eyes looking up at him that he failed to catch and the perfectly clear view of the imprint of your ass that had the blood rushing to his cock in seconds... What else could he do but pull away and stammer off down a dark hallway? He was losing his mind, and had you held him a second longer you would've known exactly what kind of dirty pervert he was, and he couldn't have that.

His rushing out like that was only adding to the confusion you felt, and frustration was quick to join and combine with that confusion. You wanted answers, so you followed after him, but he knew the place obviously way better than you did. There were like a million rooms in the place! It's like you lost him the second he left, but no way were you letting him off that easily. Opening doors in a house that's not yours isn't exactly polite, but you weren't exactly in the mood for politeness, so you swung the doors open as you pleased knowing well if they were left open it'd be on Thoma's shoulders.

You had been looking for a while when you finally started to hear his voice. He sounded a little distressed, you thought. You weren't entirely sure. The walls of the place were muting the sound, so you couldn't make anything out, but you figured it was best to drop the "walk in like you own the place method" and opt for quietly poking your head in instead. You cracked the door open and slid into the room inconspicuously. It was dark, so when you saw Thoma's figure hunched over in the corner, you had a hard time making out what he was doing, but he was breathing heavily, groaning as his hands messed around with something you couldn't quite identify. The whole thing was a mystery to you until you heard your name breathily leave his lips.

"Fuck, Y/N... why'd you have to wear that stupid dress?"

Suddenly, things were starting to make a lot more sense after that. Part of you wanted to walk away, knowing well that it was all kinds of wrong for you to be listening in on this, and watching too, but he was moaning your name. The sounds of his whiny voice calling out your name, sandwiched in between an array of curses and declarations that you shouldn't have worn that dress for anyone but him... you felt like you were flying and you didn't know why, and you couldn't possibly explain the burning you felt deep down inside of you. You just couldn't help yourself.

*creak*

A draft had flooded through the hallway and made the cracked door behind you swivel open, and Thoma spun around in a panic, hands immediately reaching down to cover his erect cock when he saw you. You were panicking as well, trying to evade your eyes and feign a since of decency like you hadn't been watching him touch himself for the last 2 minutes.

"Wha-what are you doing?!" Thoma exasperated as he pulled his waistband up to his stomach, his cock still shamefully pressing up against the fabric.

"Thoma! I just- I was looking for you, and uh... I found you. Haha."

Thoma was shaking his head ferociously, trying to avoid your gaze under the shame he felt, but in doing so he found his eyes trailing down your body, the sight of your thighs pressing together sending a throbbing sensation down to his erection, and he muffled a whimpering moan by pressing a hand across his face. He turned his whole body back toward the corner, ready to bury himself in it if he got the chance. "H-how much did you see?" He asked hesitantly.

You grew silent at the question, but the silence spoke volumes, and Thoma dropped his head onto the wall's surface. You saw everything, he thought. You know everything, and if you bothered to ever talk to him again it would be nothing short of a miracle.

"I- I just wanted to know why you walked away like that," you told Thoma.

He let out a deep sigh. "Well, I guess you found your answer," he said. "You probably hate me for it. I never wanted you to see me like this."

"I could never hate you, Thoma. I just- well, you've been acting different-"

"So have you," he answered back. "You've really found yourself now, haven't you? Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for you, I'm just not used to this new you, you know... the confidence, the shiny lip gloss, and the tight dresses-"

"Right, because only you should get to see me like that, I know."

"Just how long were you standing ther- You know what? It doesn't matter, because as you can probably tell by now, if the roles were reversed, I- I don't think I could possibly look away," he rambled, his stressed hand sliding down his face. "I'm sorry. I should probably just go," he said, making a push for the door with his head down.

Part of you knew that you should've just let him leave, that you needed some time apart from him to think rationally about the situation, but your heart was beating so fast you couldn't bring yourself to just let him go, so you wrapped your hand around his wrist before he could. “Stay,” you told him. “Please don’t leave me again.”

There was a shaky breath that escaped Thoma, his eyes still glued to the door. "I'm so sorry for being so distant, I really am, but Y/N this humiliating, so if you could just let me leave-"

"No, Thoma!" you retorted, gripping his wrist in your little fingers tighter.

"I... don't understand," Thoma perplexed. "Does this not disgust you? How do you not hate me right now?"

"I told you, I could never hate you-"

"But you're not bothered by this in the least?" He questioned further.

You hesitated for a moment, knowing well he had a point. Being grossed out by him would totally be the rational thought, but you couldn't think of much else than the accelerated beating of your heart, the desperate longing you'd been feeling lately for Thoma, how you'd driven yourself crazy looking for the answer to why he was so strangely withholding. You should've been disgusted by the answer you found, but instead, there was a sort of catharsis you felt, because you thought he hated you. In comparison, this was a relief, a compliment even. "I mean... it's a little embarrassing, maybe, but so are a lot of the things you do to me, and I don't mind all that so much."

With that seemingly harmless confession, a switch seemed to flip in Thoma. His eyes wandered back over to you curiously. “What do you mean you don’t mind?” He questioned, a teasing undertone slipping through his delivery.

“I- I just mean that you’re my friend, and you said that you express yourself physically-“ you stammered are his shift in demeanor.

“Y/N, I asked about you, not me. I embarrass you, but you don’t mind. That’s what you said, right?”

“…yeah, why?” You nervously answered back, removing your hand from his wrist in passing.

Thoma's head tilted in an almost teasing way, like you should know the answer to your own question. He seemed to hesitate with his next point but took a deep breath "Fuck it," he muttered. "Do you... like it when I touch you?"

You felt your chest tighten around your shy heart when he said that. "Like it? Haha, what kind of question is that?"

"A very straightforward one," he chuckled, his usual adoring smile returning with a hint of teasing. "Come on. You're a terrible liar, and it's just me and you, so you can be honest," he encouraged you with anticipation in his eyes.

You suddenly became nervous at the notion, at the intent curiosity Thoma had written all over him. You honestly hadn't thought about that way before. You'd just accepted it for what it was, but the way Thoma looked down on you with his arms folded across his chest and a smug smile across his face, it reminded you that it didn't matter how much he embarrassed you, he always made your heart flutter, and maybe it was the way he embarrassed you that made you that way too. He was right, too. You couldn't lie to him.

"I- I don't know. I mean, you give warm hugs, and your hands-" you stopped. His hands? What were you even saying?! "You know what? This is a stupid question. Why does it even matter?" You objected.

"Y/N..." He sighed dreamily, eyes heavy in lust. "What about my hands?" Thoma asked in a feigned innocence, almost as if he was mocking you.

You looked up at him and felt yourself shrivel under his gaze. This was too much for you, you thought. You should be grilling him with questions in the state you found him, but you were too kind. All you could bring yourself to do was to turn away so you couldn't see that sly look on his face.

"Oh, Y/N, I didn't mean to make you shy..." he cooed, his voice drawing closer. You felt his hands wrapped around your waist and dip down to your hips. He leaned down so his lips nearly grazed against your ear, making you shudder. "You don't just like it when I touch you. Oh no, you love it, don't you?"

Every logical thought you had left was telling you to pull away, and yet you felt trapped- no, entranced was more accurate, absolutely captivated by the way his hands fanned across the front of your thighs and then swam back to wrap around your stomach. Your breaths were heavy, weighted nervously and leaving you quicker than before. This was the place you tried desperately to avoid being, you thought. He was literally wrapped around you, hands exploring you like it was his god-given right, and you couldn't leave because you were wrapped around him in every sense but literal. You always melted into his touch, but he always pulled away before you could become encased by him.

"Do you want to know a secret, Y/N?" Thoma asked, pulling your body ever closer to his so you could feel him, feel his arousal as he pulled one hand up to grab at your chest and the other down to slide between your thighs.

You felt yourself begin to lean into his transgressions, intoxicated by his warmth. "What, Thoma?" You asked in a breathy whisper.

He let off a breath of anticipation against your neck, sending shivers down your body, and smiled. "I like touching you way more than touching myself," he said.

You swore you saw stars when he said that like it was a dream come true for something you didn't even know you dreamt about. You brought one of your hands up to the back of Thoma's neck, pulling him into yours. His lips cascaded over the skin under your ears and you intertwined your fingers in his hair in response. It wasn't long before he was pulled at the edge of your dress, catching glimpses of you guiding his hand down to your panties. Pink panties, he noticed. Lacy pink panties with little butterflies embroidered across the waistband. Even your underwear was just so adorable to him.

"Were you thinking about me... when you put on this dress, this lingerie?" he cooed between kisses.

"Maybe I was. So what?" you told him, little care for shame left in you.

He chuckled lowly. "You're so cute, trying to act like you're not still nervous," he teased. "Your legs are shaking."

"They're shaking because you keep leaving me in anticipation!" You growled, which shocked him quite a bit. You sighed. "Just touch me already. You've made me wait long enough."

"Yes ma'am," he answered, pushing your panties to the side so he could rub two fingers up and down your slit, lapping up the juices for smoother movements. He drew himself back up to your clit and pressed down on it, rubbing against your sweet spot in tantalizing circular motions that made your mouth gape and moan.

He pulled the top of your dress down too until your tits hung off the elastic so he could pull on them and play with your nipples with his free hand, rubbing against the nubs in a way that stimulated you more than the cool breeze already was against your sensitive areas. Your breaths were so quick but heavy there was no way you could try and control the excessive whining moans that continued to escape your lips, a combination of arousal and embarrassment that left you crying out to Thoma, something he found completely enamoring.

"What was it you were saying about my hands?" He asked again. "Could it be something like: oh, Thoma. When you touch me my brain goes numb and I can't think straight. Ya, that sounds about right, doesn't it."

"Ya, something like that," you conceded. "Mock me all you want, you've wanted this way more than I have."

"You know, up until about 10 minutes ago I would've agreed, but now... I'm not so sure."

"You talk too much," you shot him down.

He took your words as a challenge, dipping his fingers down so he could press into you, eliciting a needy whimper from you. "This better?" he asked as he began plunging his fingers in and out of you.

You nodded, thoughts and words completely escaping you. Pleasure was the only thing on your mind, pleasure and Thoma.

He was pushing for a climax for you. He wanted that moment of victory when he saw you cum in spurts onto his fingers in only a couple of minutes. He wanted that validation so bad that it was making his cock strain painfully as it pushed into the plush fat of your ass. The sight of you slicking up his fingers and contorting under him made him impossibly harder and made it impossibly harder to control himself. You were perfect, he thought. He was doing everything he ever dreamed of doing to you, violating you completely, and you liked it. That alone drove him endlessly wild, until he couldn't stop thinking that his fingers weren't enough. No, he needed you to cum on his cock and suck it dry the way your walls were wrapping desperately around his fingers. He couldn't wait any longer for that. He removed his hand from your hole, and you whined at him.

"Hands against the wall," Thoma told you, taking your panties and pulling them down to your ankles, catching a quick glimpse of your dripping wet pussy on the way back up.

"Thoma... why would you-"

"Put your hands. Against the wall," he urged you, growing impatient.

You grew silent turning to look at him for a brief moment to see just how serious he was, and he was.

It was taking everything in him not to press you up against that wall himself, but he waited for you to see how he wasn't kidding, "I'm going to fuck you until my cock is covered in your cum and until I've filled your insides with mine. Understand?"

You nodded both nervously but also excitedly, and no matter how hard you tried to hide it he knew. He knew because you had both hands pressed against the wall but your eyes were turned back on him, watching as he pulled his erect cock back out from his waistband, pumped it a couple times so he could release a bit of precum, then he lined it up against your soaking hole. As soon as you felt the head go in your head immediately snapped back toward the wall, and you cried out in pure ecstasy. Thoma's cock felt so good, better by the second as he let himself sink into you, and he too moaned out in satisfaction as your fluttering walls hugged his cock so welcomingly. You felt him hit the g-spot the first time and fireworks went off in your head. Your whole body felt it. His hands slithered back up your torso, now free to grab at your breasts and play with them like little toys as he slowly pulled himself out so he could fuck you slow and hard. Every thrust was harder than the last as he shoved his cock while pulling you onto it simultaneously. He wanted you to feel him inside you with explicit detail, every curve he rubbed against, every little sensation that made your whole body tingle. He wanted to fuck you in a way that made you remember every move he made, and you knew he was achieving that goal easily. You whimpered with every movement, begging him to keep going without saying any actual discernible words. He knew what you meant. It's why he kept pushing you until you felt that knot building in your stomach come painfully close to snapping.

Then there was a voice down the hall.

"Thoma. Thoma, where did you run off to? You're missing the party. The messes are starting to pile up!" He called out, a voice much calmer than the man pistoning into you that you could recognize anywhere. You turned to Thoma to urge him to stop but he kept going, kept plunging into you even as the voice drew closer.

"What's wrong? Don't want Lord Kamisato to catch you with my cock inside of you?" he teased.

"You-you're evil..." you answered weakly as you tried to stifle your moans.

"Thoma, where the hell did you go? And that friend of yours too, I haven't seen her either-" Ayato called out, his voice echoing into the room.

"He's getting closer... better hush up now or he might walk in on us. Unless, you like being seen in such a compromising state. After all, you've never stopped me from touching you in public before."

"Shut up, Thoma-" you went to chastise him, but you nearly gasped as he began to pick up his pace. He grabbed at your waist and began to ram into you much faster than before, which made your insides impossibly tight. You took your hands off the wall so you could cover your mouth and muffle the loud moans that kept trying to escape you and Thoma used it as an opportunity to turn you proudly toward the door, the door you failed to shut.

"There's been a breeze, tonight, remember?" Thoma teased further against your ear, fucking you at a steadily fast rhythm. "I can see him just down the hall. What will he think if the door just- flies open and he catches us like this?"

You moaned into your hands louder than intended, knowing Thoma would take that as confirmation that you were fantasizing about the extra attention, but really you were just close, really close.

Ayato began to approach the door and you were trying not to think about that door flinging open and the light draping onto you, but all you could really think about was how you were about to cum.

"Is your friend okay, Thoma? Does she need something I could perhaps help with?" Ayato asked into the supposed emptiness.

"I don't know," Thoma whispered. "Is there something the master can help us with?"

You nodded your head no ferociously, a near panic as you felt your climax begin to set on without your permission. Thoma's pace began to grow erratic as your walls fluttered around him and milky cream poured all over his cock. You thanked your lucky stars when Ayato passed the door without a clue and went passed your room. Thoma couldn't hold himself much longer either, and your warm cum spilling all around him had him spurting thick globs into your sensitive hole. He pressed his mouth into your neck to stifle the moans escaping him. He unfolded into a total mess as he reached his release, any sense of composure evading him as he rode down his high. An array of exhausted pants were traded between you as you both caught your breaths.

Thoma soon removed himself from you and went to the dresser by the window to pull out a couple towels. You leaned your back against the wall, unable to do much else. Thoma took the liberty of kneeling in front of you and gliding the towel across your legs after cleaning himself up. You didn't contest to his efforts. Still, you had a bit of a bone to pick with him.

"That was some stunt you pulled," you chastised him. "What were you planning to do if he actually caught us?"

Thoma chuckled, putting the towel to the side so he could stand back up and talk to you. "Exactly what I said I'd do. I'd have invited him to join us. What? It could've been fun."

"Lord Kamisato is about the least spontaneous person I can think of, and he's your boss-"

"He's also a good friend of mine, and for all the time I've known him the one thing he's always done well is surprise people," Thoma explained.

You sighed. "Ayato doesn't want anything to do with me."

"You wanna bet on that?"

A/N: uhhh, hey guys! I know it's been a while and this is very random but hey, I updated the one thing no one was asking for lmao. Happy new year!

[astravv]

PROMPT 11 (SMUT) FOR ALHAITHAM IS SO BEING ON MY MIND RN I CANT GET IT OUT

smut prompt 11 — alhaitham x fem! reader

a/n : NO CUZ ME TOO :,) here’s prompt 11 with alhaitham!!

prompt 11 — ❝i want to watch you take your clothes off❞

cw — sexual content , praising

pairing(s) — alhaitham x fem! reader

story — alhaitham and y/n have been together for awhile, but they have never experienced sex or anything remotely close to it before. y/n wears his clothes, which makes alhaitham feel things he hasn’t felt before with y/n.

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it was so cold. probably the coldest it’s been in sumeru for awhile. usually it’s nasty, humid weather. you didn’t really bother buying clothes for cold weather because it’s not like it ever really got cold. usually the coldest it would get would be 60s or 70s.

today was different however. when you walked outside for some fresh air and to drink your freshly brewed tea, the cold air just hit you like a truck. so you decided to set the tea down inside and dig through you and your boyfriend, alhaitham’s shared closet to find some warmer clothes.

you didn’t find anything that belonged to you that would keep you warm, but you did find something in alhaitham’s clothing. a nice big gray hoodie. you decided to just throw on some of your black leggings on too, just to tie it together.

you didn’t realize how comfy alhaitham’s clothing truly was, even though it was sorta big on you.

throughout the day, you lounged around on the couch and in the kitchen, waiting for your boyfriend to come home. he had to be at the akadeymia today for a meeting. these times always bored you because alhaitham said you weren’t aloud to go with him. so dumb. doesn’t he know that you wouldn’t cause trouble? he just tells you he’s very sorry and gives you a big hug and kiss before he walks right out the door. it’s also not like kaveh was there to keep you company either. he was also gone to do whatever architecture thing he was doing now.

but once that final hour came, you started getting more and more impatient. you just wanted your boyfriend to come home and cuddle with you on the couch as you both watch some movies and enjoy some snacks.

as soon as you heard alhaitham’s keys trying to unlock the door, you immediately jumped to your feet, ready to greet him at the door.

once the wooden door opened, alhaitham appeared at the door, looking up and down at you.

“oh hey, y/n.” he gave me a small smile, still looking at every part of you. “are you wearing my clothes?”

“yeah, it was really cold out today and i didn’t have anything to wear, so i just took one of your hoodies.” you reply. “that’s ok, right?”

“uhh,” he gets lost in his thoughts for a second. “yes, of course.”

you grin and grab his hand, pulling him towards the couch where you already have snacks, drinks and the tv set on a movie.

“i’ve missed you all day, so i wanted to surprise you with a movie date!” you exclaim. he blushes a bit but doesn’t say anything for a minute and you quickly sit him down on the couch. “do you want a soda or just some water? or you can have both if you’d like.”

“water, please.” you notice that alhaitham can’t keep his eyes off you, it makes you feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside, but it starts to make you feel like you got something on your face or you’re doing something wrong.

“is everything ok? you keep staring at me.” you say, as you pour ice cold water into a cup for him.

“um.. yeah, everything’s fine.” alhaitham murmurs, watching you pour the water.

“uh.. okay.” you hand him the cup and he takes a big swig of it, then goes right back to looking at you.

“do you wanna cuddle?” you question. he doesn’t reply, but he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him. he slowly gets on top of you and you both just look at each other in the eyes.

“al-haitham!” you squeak. he leans in and presses his lips onto yours. they’re a little chapped, but it’s okay, you still melt into the kiss. he starts to push his tongue between your lips, asking for an entrance. you open your lips and he slides his tongue in, licking all around your mouth, feeling every inch of it. you melt into his arms.

alhaitham releases the kiss, looking back into your eyes again.

“take your clothes off.” alhaitham says, still staring into your eyes, like he’s staring into your soul.

“what?” you reply, extremely confused on what your boyfriend just said. he’s never said anything like that before.

“take your clothes off.” alhaitham repeats. “i want to watch you take your clothes off.”

you gulp a bit, pushing yourself a bit away from him, not losing the eye contact. he lets go of you, still keeping his eyes on every inch of your body.

you start by slowly taking your leggings off, which are harder to get off. you pull them all the way down and off your legs, revealing your black underwear underneath. they weren’t anything fancy.

then you grab the gray hoodie, pulling it over your head slowly. you didn’t have a bra on, since you were just at home. your chest now exposed to alhaitham, who averts his attention to them.

your breathing is hitched, and you slowly start to slide your underwear off. once they’re off and thrown into the floor with the other clothes, you sit in front of alhaitham with your knees up to your chest.

alhaitham smirks and leans pushed your chest away from your legs so he can see every inch of you. he takes you all in, all of your beauty outside of the clothes that was previously restraining it.

“alhaitham..” you mutter softly.

“y/n..” he leans down and connects his lips to yours again. his hands can’t help but latch onto your body, feeling up your soft curves and crevices. he grabs your thighs and pulls them up so you wrap your legs around his waist.

“i’m gonna make you feel good, baby.” he says between the passionate kisses. he lets go off your lips and quickly pulls his shirt off, revealing is very nice toned abs and torso. then he moves your legs and tears off his pants and underwear, leaving no time to slowly get undressed.

you can’t help but stare at his dick, taking it all in. alhaitham licks his lips a little and leans down to start kissing your chest. his lips hover over your right nipple, just enough so you can feel his hot breath. it makes you tingle a bit in your stomach, giving you butterflies.

“alhaitham..” you cry out.

“baby..” he answers, immediately latching onto your nipple and sucking on it, making you arch your back and wrapping your arms around his neck. you also slide your fingers all in his gray locks of hair.

his tongue laps around your nipple, sucking at every bit of it. your moan keeps getting louder and louder.

he lets go and continues down, leaving small kisses along your stomach and down to your womb. once he gets below, he rests his lips on your slit, leaving small kisses, teasing you. he then raises his lips to your clit, sucking your clit and licking all around it, driving you nuts. he places one of his fingers on your clit, rubbing it around and pressing on it like it’s a button.

his mouth does all the work below, sticking his tongue as far as he can into you, licking all around your entrance as he licks in and out of your body.

“you’re driving me crazy, ‘haitham..” you moan out, your hands still gripping onto his hair, pushing his face further into your core. he keeps on rubbing your clit and causing you to squirm underneath him. “‘haitham, please!”

all of a sudden, your legs quiver and you cum onto his face. you let out a long sigh and let go of alhaitham’s hair, resting them beside you.

alhaitham sits up and rubs your juices off his face and onto his arm. he then wraps his arms around your body and sits you up. you rest your head on his chest, opening your eyes slightly to look at his still very excited cock. you smile a bit and lean down, taking his length all into your mouth, sliding it in and out. drool spills out of your mouth as you sloppily go up and down on his cock, soaking it.

“mmm, baby, keep going.” he softly tugs on your hair, guiding you.

you choke on his length trying to stick it all into your mouth, you want to show him that you can take it. you hum against your boyfriend’s dick.

“that feels amazing, baby.” he praises you, which makes you feel like you need to keep going to get more praises. you pick up your speed, and then alhaitham presses your head down all the way on his cock. you choke on it, coughing very loudly as he lets out a loud groan, releasing into your mouth.

he lets go of your head and you quickly pull away, coughing up the cum a little bit also trying to regain your breath.

“i’m sorry.” alhaitham apologizes. “it just felt so good, i couldn’t help myself.”

you smile at him, then leave a small kiss on his cheek. you wrap your arms around him, and sit yourself down onto his dick, which is still semi-hard.

“you still want to keep going, baby?” he asks, grabbing onto your waist and hovering you over his dick.

“yes, i want to make you feel good.” you reply, sweetly. you slowly sit down onto him, sliding his dick inside your sopping insides. you rest your hands on alhaitham’s shoulders, helping yourself balance as you bounce up and down on his cock.

you stare into his eyes as he’s watching every part of your body, especially your chest. your chest jiggles as you bounce up and down on him quickly. the wet slapping noises echoing throughout the house. the couch starts making lots of noise too from the impact.

“god, you do this so well.” alhaitham lets out a short, but semi-loud moan. he throws his head back and closes his eyes as he takes in the feeling of you bouncing up and down so quickly.

“‘haitham.. i’m about to..” you cry out as you lift yourself up and cum onto his twitching dick. you slide back onto his dick, stick moving up and down to pleasure alhaitham.

“baby, i’m about to go crazy.” he grunts, digging his hands into your waist, in which he starts to move you faster. “do you want me to cum in you?”

“umm.. probably not for awhile..” you manage to get out as he quickly pulls himself out, ejaculating onto your stomach and chest. “fuck…”

he throw you onto the couch and grabs a cracker off the charcuterie board you had made earlier. he looks at you and smiles softly.

“let me go get a towel for you, then we can continue your plan.”

[ventiij]

clothes shop employee!scara x customer!reader

enstablished relationship | romantic | lemon | genshin au but kinda modern? since I implied existence of technology.

I just had this idea while shopping so like thank me later

of course you knew. he was always around you, save when he had to work. why get a job, though? wasn’t what you financially provided enough? did he trust you’d leave him, one day? no, nothing like that. he talked it out with you, he took the first good-paying job that didn’t take all of your time toghether, he just wanted to not depend on you too much and be a “burden”, thing you reassured him on multiple times, but still.

you decided to let him do his thing and keep his freedom, so to not to bother during his shift.

one time though, on a festive day, you decided to go on a shopping spree by yourself, since the shop your s/o worked at was a full time one (luckily he took care of everything during the morning) and you decided to pay him a visit.

there he was, carrying boxes around a deserted area of the huge building, you had to wander around for a bit to find him. “there you are, love..” you said, he jumped and turned around just to find you with three bags full of brand new clothing.

he sighed and laid the boxes on the ground, looking embarassed: “what.” you took a good look at him before thinking out loud: “that uniform looks good on you…” you litterally had heart-shaped pupils. “perhaps I should become a regular here.” he facepalmed and replied: “is it even possible to become a regular at a clothes shop?” while looking at you in disbelief. “for you, pookie, anything is possible.”

he facepalms again. “alright, love you and all. now go before someone catches me slacking off - I think I might even get a raise pretty soon.” your face shifts to a surprised one. “already? you must be the best employee, then… are you already part of your boss’ graces?” you got closer to him as you formed the question.

“yes, and I don’t want that to change.” you pouted as you finally hugged him from behind, then grabbing his chin and bringing it closer to you, making him face you. looking straight into his eyes, you demanded: “you’re so good for them, why not be even better for me?” he blushed and tried to squirm out of your embrace, as he refused to with all his will, just before you assured “no one’s around. are there any cameras?”

he though about it for a second and brought you along with him behind a couple of big boxes. “we should be out of reach here. make it quick though, whatever it is you want to do.” you smirked and pulled him in closer, dropping alm yout bags on the floor, just to start peppering his lips and cheeks with kisses, feeling the need to do so on such a happy day, on such a soft and cute thing like him.

But was that enough? HAHA not even close. So, sliding down to mark him, you made him shiver in a need for your attention he hid didn’t know he had. not today, at least.

“s-stop, you’re gonna get us caught, you imbecile!” he whined, kinda in an undertone. you kissed his lips once more, one hand up on his head, grabbing his hair just enough to keep him in position, sliding the other hand on his butt, squeezing it.

he didn’t have the chance to moan, but he did let out some pretty whimpers while making out with you.

he was a blushing mess. he pulled away to breathe and pushed you off of him.

“alright, you got what you wanted. now let me work in peace, you idiot.” he returned to his normal expression, but still tinted of red. “fine, fine.” scara turned to the opposite direction as you finished talking, forcing you to stop torturing him (and to leave asap unless you wanted to buy something).

hope you enjoyed lolololololol have a good day

(requests are open - check the pinned post - i’m new so any req/idea/anything is much appreciated love u all xoxo)

[nsfw-lone-wolf-nergiganos]

Sub Stepbrother FTM! Kaeya X Dom Stepbrother! Male Reader Modern AU Nsfw Headcanons: Part 3

Warnings: bondage kinks, cock riding, consensual somnophilia, face sitting kinks, and neck biting

A/N: here's Part 1 and Part 2 in case some of you guys hadn't seen them yet

Since you gave Kaeya consent to do whatever he wants to you while you're dead asleep, it wouldn't hurt if he sits on your face before suffocating you with his drippy cunt, right?

Oh, and in addition to him sitting on your face while you are asleep, he would tie you up to the bed beforehand

There were times where you wake up only to find yourself tied up to the bed while drowning in Kaeya's wet cunt, but at least he's nice enough to let you stick your tongue in it

He would also ride on your cock while moaning in your ear teasingly and bites your neck while you guessed it, dead asleep

When you are fully awake though, Kaeya is nice enough to let you do whatever you want to him

Kaeya is such a lewd and submissive stepbrother for you, but at least he makes things fair for you after he has his way with you

[kirarasdeliveryservice]

WELCOME TO KIRARA’S DELIVERY SERVICE!

IN THIS DELIVERY SERVICE YOU WILL FIND:

Fanfics

Headcannons

Oneshots

HERES WHAT I WILL WRITE:

Smut

Lemon

Lime

Fluff

Angst

Comfort

NwLNw ships (character x character.)

Suicidal reader comfort.

Reader receiving comfort for S/H.

X Male!Reader

HERES WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE:

Smut or Lemon containing underage characters

Crazy fucked up shit like Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

Weird ass kinks like shit kinks, piss kinks, etc.

Abusive relationships

Fem!Readers

HERES MY MASTER LIST AND/OR WHO I WILL WRITE ABOUT:

Demon Slayer:

Giyū Tomioka

Muichiro Tokito

Kyojuro Rengoku

Tengen Uzui

Obanai Iguro

Gyomei Himejima

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Genya Shinazugawa

Insosuke Hashibira

Tanjiro Kamado

Zenitsu Agatsuma

Akaza

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Yoriichi Tsugikuni

Douma

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Sabito

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Gyokko

Gyutaru

Enmu

Rui

Hotaru Haganezuka

Kaigaku

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Zhongli

Childe

Alhaitham

Cyno

Kamisato Ayato

Thoma

Dainsleif

Diluc

Baizhu

Kaveh

Albedo

Gorou

Itto

Bennett

Razor

Chongyun

Heizou

Kaeya

Kazuha

Mika

Tighnari

Wanderer/Scaramouche

Venti

Xiao

Xinqiu

Honkai: Star Rail:

Welt Yang

Luocha

Dan Heng

Gepard

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Jing Yuan

Yanqing

Blade

Arlan

Caelus

Chainsaw Man:

Denji

Shark Fiend (Beam)

Aki Hayakawa

Kishibe

Angel Devil

Katana Man

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Megumi Fushiguro

Toji Fushiguro

Yuji Itadori

Satoru Gojo

Suguru Geto

Toge Inumaki

Kiyotaka Ijichi

Masamichi Yaga

Astuya Kusakabe

Kento Nanami

Aoi Todo

Noritoshi Kamo

Sukuna

Takuma Ino

Choso Kamo

Call of Duty:

(MW2)

Ghost

Soap

Price

Roach

Gaz

Alejandro Vargas

Philip Graves

Horangi

König

(Ghosts)

Keegan

Logan

Hesh

Merrick

Ajax

Torch

(I will eventually update this to be more advanced with more information but this is all for now!)

[devieuls]

I’ve always been there for you. part.I

Childe ( Tartaglia) x Fem Reader !smut¡

Warning : Smut 18+ MDNI; Childe Dom! ; unprotected and rude sex; dirty talk; threats; slaps; spit; bites; hickeys; punishments; blood;  power play; teasing; choking, jealousy and possessiveness; pseudo-toxic relationship; violent foreplay; BDSM.

Reader with Cryo vision.

Synopsis : You are the only daughter of the Tsaritsa of Snezhnaya, heir to the throne and general of the nation. The diamond of that place characterized by the eternal winter, loved by the people and adored for the angelic but fierce facade that you show. The only person with whom this mask fell is your secret lover, the one who manages to make you forget your duties with a touch and takes you to heaven whenever you end up in bed together. Your relationship was reserved for the bedroom, although you liked to tease him in public, as the 11th Harbinger was also your personal guard.

Everything was great and perfect... until one day your game was pushed too far, breaking the thin thread that gave you so much stability. Appearances were deceiving, and everything you thought you had under control suddenly hit you, dropping that house of cards you built for fun.

Length : 3.5k+

Notes: In the story there will be some slightly violent or excessively harsh parts from the reader or Childe himself, read the warnings to better understand what it is. It’s a mini series, I hope you like it.

OH, CLICK HERE TO SEE WHAT YOU'LL WEAR IN THE MEETING!

Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 3 ; Part 4 END

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The icy wind of Snezhnaya hit your still too sensitive skin after coming out of the warm bed sheets, causing you chills and goosebumps. Your gaze fell on the messy hair of the boy across the bed, failing to see his face completely because of the rebellious strands that hid him; His bare shoulders out of the blankets, showing much of his back, not reacting at all to the winter cold of the capital.

You stretched towards him, passing your hand over his soft skin, stroking with your fingertips some scratches left by you the night before, observing how he shuddered at that attention from you. That back, like his whole body, was your favorite canvas to paint with hickeys, bites and scratches, framed by some battle scars who aged with time.

You couldn’t say you didn’t appreciate your guardian, after all he was a passionate and devoted lover,  and it was he who took your virginity, making you completely obsessed with him, even if you didn’t admit it so easily. Not that your jealousy toward him didn’t scream how crazy and possessive you was toward him.

No one could know what was between you two, it would be too inconvenient for the princess of Snezhnaya to attend her own guardian, even if only sexually. A Harbinger was clearly a respected authority but was supposed to serve the Tsaritsa and her family, not fuck the princess of the nation.

You followed his column, slipping your hand, making the boy growl under you. Childe woke up slowly, enjoying your gentle touch on his skin, hoping to stay a little longer in that corner of paradise you had created as a loophole from public duties.

< Good morning, my Harbinger. Did you sleep well? > You asked once you heard that the red-haired guy had woken up, leaving a gentle kiss on his neck, approaching his face turned sideways.

< My princess, how could I sleep badly if I have you by my side? > He answered by turning towards you, then quickly locking you under him, putting his hands on the sides of your shoulders. You passed one hand over his bare chest and the other over his face, caressing him gently.

< You’re always so flattering, Ajax. > You said smiling, and then receive a kiss from the boy above you, who soon became wet and needy, as if the two of you hadn’t kissed each other until your lips were consumed just the night before.

The kiss was interrupted by the "knock-Knock" produced by your closed door, accompanied by a voice. < Your Highness, it's bath time... are you... are you awake? > she asked in a trembling and low tone, but always remaining delicate.

You raised your eyes to the sky, mentally vowing to have your caregiver cut off her tongue. Childe smiled knowing what you were thinking, breaking away from the kiss and then moving away from you.

< Your Highness, is rude not to answer the servants > he whispered on your ear, causing you a sigh of dissent.

< Come back in a few minutes, 15 minutes will be fine. I need to be alone for a while. > You said in a tone obviously annoyed and maybe slightly acid.

< But Your Majesty the Tsaritsa told me... > She continued obviously uncertain about the business.

< Your princess commands you. My mother will not disagree about a bathroom postponed for a few minutes, don't dare to bore me further. > Your voice now hard and sharp had made sure that the servant left apologizing.

The guy next to you looked at you and then laughed and bit his lip, holding a hand on his face and then in his hair. < Do you want to hunt me, your Highness? > He said blatantly provoking you, not that you were sorry, you liked the way Childe took these small liberties in private.

< Hmm... I don’t know, do you have something to offer me in such a way as not to bore me? > You said turning to him and taking him by the face with one hand.

< All that your highness desires > He answered the mischievous tone, knowing where you were going. < Sometimes I forget how sexy you are when you’re so bossy > he caressed your naked side and squeezed it slightly, admiring the little marks he had left you the night before.

< Oh, I think you know very well what I want. > Your gaze was mischievous, clearly suggesting to the boy your desires.

< My princess, fifteen minutes wouldn't be enough to ensure that you enjoy properly. I thought you understood after all those nights. > He answered taking you by the hips, carrying you above him, admiring your naked body and exposed to him. He would never get tired of seeing you like that.

You snorted at yourself from the bed, taking away your sheets and covering yourself with it, knowing that it was an obvious wrong to your lover.

< I’m your princess! I can have what I want whenever I want and as much as I like. > Your dramatic voice rang out in the room as you wandered around the room not to give him the pleasure of touching you again.

<  Y/n, you’re not just my princess, don’t play these games with me, you know I like to strip you of your titles. Also, in the bedroom, I’m in charge and.... Look, we’re in the bedroom.  Come here before the maid returns and forces me to flee like a thief. > he responded in tone, knowing perfectly well that your titles in that chamber were completely cancelled.

You approached him daubed, then you were greeted by his warm arms, resting your face on his chest. He began to kiss your head, caressing your body, causing you chills along your back.

Will you be at the meeting with the Harbingers today? Her Majesty is going to force you to participate if you refuse to be present again > He said by clutching you to his chest, hoping to persuade you to leave again.

< Her Majesty, Her Majesty and Her Majesty... blah, blah, blah, blah, she is always spoken of as the center of the universe. I’m not going to go along with her wishes like anyone else > You responded acidly, sinking into his warm embrace.

< My angel, don't do so... is still an archon and is our Tsarina, it's obvious that everything revolves around her in Snezhnaya. You should really participate out of respect for your people and your servants Harbingers > continued, stroking your hair.

< I don’t care about the other Harbingers, I already have you... what more can I want? > You said lifting your face and kissing his jaw. < I really don’t want to hear my mother’s plans to "bring peace to Teyvat". They are hers battles, not mine > You answered by mumbling between one kiss and another, touching the boy’s chest. < Don’t insist... Why don’t you skip this meeting and hang out with me? I know it bores you too > You continued, leaving a few bites and making pant the man under you.

He had to detach you so as not to give in to the temptation to really stay with you, it wasn't like him to disobey the Tsarina’s orders. He was loyal to her and deified her as the goddess she was, not that it prevented him from giving in to lust with you and letting go.

< Mh... y/n, one day you’ll take your mother’s place and you’ll understand... You are close to the throne, you should really think about participating, if not for your majesty, do it for me > He said as he got out of bed and dressed, knowing that the longer he was with you, the more he would be carried away by your rebellious spirit.

< Come back here, come on! It sucks when you’re so devoted to my mother, phew. > You snorted and dropped on the mattress, watching the guy putting his clothes back on. < How can I be here if I see you sexy in your Harbinger uniform? I wouldn’t stay focused and just think about the ways you fucked me last night. It’s frustrating for me, Ajax. Don’t do this to me > You grumbled with your hands on your face, making the guy who took you from the foot laugh and pulled you towards the edge of the bed, then get you up slightly and kiss your lips.

<  Not that I find you unattractive and sexy dressed as a general. If you showed up being a good girl, I could think of rewarding your good behavior > He said on your lips, and then pull away and approach the door before being stopped by yet another "knock-knock".

< Punctual as death. Perhaps it's better to get out of the balcony, I hope to see you at the meeting, my princess. > He whispered kissing the palm of your hand, then went out on the balcony and disappeared completely in the light fog of the capital.

You bit your lip with a smile, maybe he really convinced you to play your mom’s stupid power play. You covered yourself again and told the maid to come in, then follow her to the royal baths and let her wash you with the other women.

< Anya, no daily clothes today. I’ll wear the uniform of the nation’s general. > You said smiling at your most trusted servant, surprising her for the first time.

You had never directly asked to wear your uniform, except in military events that required your presence. The girl nodded and notified her subordinates to start cleaning and fixing your uniform.

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Hours later you were ready for your entrance into the great hall built to house the Harbingers in the royal house. You had never heard that room of yours, it was yet another thing existing because of your mother, not that you hated her, she just always stood up, watching you and criticizing you in silence.

You waited to be announced before you entered the room, out of respect for the people who gave themselves every day to keep the nation safe.

Once inside, you found all the Harbingers standing solemnly bent over you, while remaining around the rectangular table. You could tell from their looks that they were amazed to see you come in, after all, it was a long time since you had actively attended meetings like this.

You could feel your mother’s sharp, burning look on your body, you knew she was surprised but you didn’t know if she was positive or negative, after all this time it wasn’t her who extended the invitation.

You took your seat at the head of the table, parallel to the Tsaritsa’s raised throne. That seat was usually reserved for the Fatui's leader, but it had to be ceded in the event of the presence of the General of State, namely you, as well as the princess of the nation and future Tsarina of Snezhnaya.

< I hope I’m not late, I know Her Majesty the Tsaritsa loves punctuality and it would be rude toall of you to arrive late. > You said and then nodded your hand to allow them to sit down again, sitting down after you gave the Tsarina a sharp look.

< Not at all, Your Highness. We're honored by your presence. > Pierro’s strong but servile voice broke the silence that was being created in the room, always with a calm tone as usual. You gave a gentle smile to Leader of Fatui, then crossed your legs and looked at some documents left on the table.

< So, what were we talking about? > You said looking up at the man waiting to be made aware of the various plans and events. Your tone was firm and professional, really interested in political dynamics, participating in the various debates and moves to be made to help the Tsarina get the gnosis and counter the power of Celestia.

The only thing wrong was to literally have your lover by your side, unfortunately or fortunately, the place assigned to Childe was exactly the one by your side and it was ironic how you could forget about it. Not that you were sorry, you had the opportunity to take a little risk, put a shiver in your hidden relationship.

You knew it was risky for both of you to look more intimate than you should, but who would have noticed your foot climbing on his leg? after all, the table concealed perfectly your hidden games, to betray you could only be poor control over your body or in the reactions of the face.

Ajax’s eyes were looking at you, as if to ask you what you were doing or why you were doing it; he didn’t mind, no, you would have noticed if you were invading his space and comfort zones, he liked it when you played like this, but maybe there was concern in his eyes. On the other hand, it was one thing to be discovered by a citizen or a servant, history changed if it was the highest authority of the nation to discover you two.

It was difficult, indeed, impossible not to drop the eye on the boy’s gloved hands, on the tight shirt or on the scarf that you yourself had given him; not to mention his posture so elegant but at the same time they made him seem annoyed or disinterested in conversation; the face in a perennial poker face, as if you were not touching his dick right at that moment.

You continued to play on his leg while discussing ways to retrieve the electro gnosis, possessed by the Raiden of Inazuma, famous for being ruthless and difficult to deal with; your speech was not an impediment to finish on Childe’s thigh, touching the groin and his crotch wrapped in his pants.

Suddenly Childe’s grip made you stop, tightening your grip slightly, fingering your stocking, making you shiver slightly, which could be excused by the slightly cold temperature of the room.

You sighed as you listened to the ideas of all the Harbingers and the Tsarina’s opinion about it, involving the manipulation of a certain Traveller who had become a renowned Hero in Teyvat. You looked at Tartaglia once it was his turn, talking about how he could direct this girl to do whatever he wanted. It bothered you his intimacy with such hero, since for months you were forced to stay away from the boy, all without being able to complain.

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Your game of touches proceeded throughout the meeting, leaving both of you really eager for each other. Your professional demeanor, your authoritarian and firm tones, as cold as the nation you belonged to, had you two horny as fuck. Not that the clothing had relieved the thoughts of jumping on eachother, indeed, it was perhaps the first thing that had brought you back to the night before.

The boy left your leg just before he got up to bow down at the exit of the Tsaritsa, greeting her in the same way as everyone in that hall.

The Harbingers turned to you, waiting for your exit or permission to be discharged, they would never have allowed themselves out without your decision. You returned to your upright position after greeting your mother, immediately noticing how one of the Harbingers was watching you with an accomplice look, passing the gaze from you to Childe, smiling maliciously.

Shit, did he understand? You thought worried. You cleared your voice and looked at the other people in the room. < You’re discharged, go ahead... > you said and then take a short break. < Pantalone, please stay. I need to discuss some business with you. > You concluded by inviting the man to sit down again while the others left without any problems, except your lover. He gave you a confused look, not understanding why I let Pantalonve stay and not him.

Once you were alone in the room, you approached the black-haired man at a decisive pace. < I know you saw and you know. > You started with a firm and cold tone.

< My princess, I have no idea what you’re talking about > his tone made everything shine except innocence.

< Regrator, don’t play innocent with me. We both know what I’m talking about, don’t pretend not. That would be a huge disrespect to the royal family > You ended up putting a threatening hand on his shoulder.

< Princess, with all due respect, I think you disrespect the royal family plus what you and Tartaglia do. Don’t you think? > He responded by teasing you, he knew where to hit you and he did it fucking well. < Tell me, my general, does Her Majesty know what you do behind everyone’s back? I suppose not... that indecency, with one of his Harbingers...> He smiled brazenly, knowing he was right.

You held on to his shoulder, looking at him in a dark way. < You are not showing me respect by addressing me in these ways. I know you, my dear Regrator, I don't ask you to keep my secret at the cost of anything, you know better than me that I can give you everything you want. > You started by sitting in front of him, crossing your legs and your arms across your chest. < So, what is the price for your silence? Money? More power? Tell me what you want. > your tone was serious, just like your look, while his mocking and not caring.

< My princess, you shouldn’t ask a man what he wants, especially if you promise to give him everything he wants. > He breathed deeply, his tone was slightly mischievous. < Even if you are the princess of Snezhnaya, you shouldn't say such things... Now I could ask you anything and you couldn’t say no, are you sure you could afford it, my princess? > He concluded with a cheeky smile.

< A good general never retires when she knows she can win the battle. I do not take back my words, so tell me the price of your silence. > you slammed your hand on the table, waiting for an answer from the man.

The black-haired man approached you, placing a hand on your face, stroking it and then tightening the grip around your jaw and approaching him. < The battle, not the war, Your Highness. If my price was to have you? Could you really afford it, General? >

You swallowed looking at him, trying not to let emotions shine through your face. < What exactly are you asking me? > your words clung desperately to a stable and serious tone, hoping to have misunderstood his request.

< I don’t need to teach you about birds and bees. Tartaglia is always away on missions, leaves you alone for months and then comes back as if nothing had happened. I see you, my princess. How you look at him, how you need to be touched when he’s not around, the flesh is weak. You may have stability with me, I’m in the Tsaritsa’s good graces, and I wouldn’t mind ruling by your side in the future,  I wouldn’t mind your little flings with him once in a while, although I know you wouldn’t need it after trying. > your hand rose to strike his face after that blatant offense to your person, and then be stopped by his firm grip on your wrist. His lustful and ambitious gaze watched you. < Come on, princess, it’s a reasonable price for my silence. It would be outrageous if it became known that our princess is no longer a virgin. What do you think? >

You sighed heavily, turning your face to the side and removing your hand from his grip.

< Oh, maybe our future Tsarina can’t really afford everything, didn't she? > he said in a mocking tone, laughing with taste, getting a look from you.

< It’s not something I can offer so easily, as well you know. Are you asking me something out of proportion, aren't you afraid that I will cut your tongue or condemn you to death? > You spit bitterly.

< See, my general, I’m not afraid of losing anything if I can make more. I fear nothing, life is a game, why not bet everything? > He said by fixing his glasses. < The choice is yours, I will keep your secret until I receive a confirmation from you but... the time is precious, you can not know if tomorrow or in a week the price will be higher. > He ended by getting up.

< Is it a threat? > You asked furiously.

< only if you want to understand it so > he answered with the same amused tone  < How dare you! Get out of here, right now. > You responded coldly, with an acidity never felt, your gaze was sharp and threatening, which made the man feel chills.

< My princess... > he said to then bow and kiss the back of your hand, then take leave.

You brought a hand on your face, clearly nervous that he’d asked for something like this. The nervousness didn’t subside at the thought that he had known about you and Childe for a long time.

You got up from the chair and threw some papers on the table, pushing the chair where it was sitting and dropping it on the floor.

< Fuck it. You manipulative bastard. > You said clenched teeth, furious with anger.

What to do now? Risk your mother taking away your title and throne and degrading Childe, almost certainly exiling him, or accepting Regrator’s indecent proposal?

[ukranianacearo]

You can call me "Arlechino"

Arlechino!Reader (pronouns not mentioned) (I only mention general thing that Arlechino has, such as her hair colour, eye colour, her curse and how it affects her body. The power she has has nothing to do with the body build)

Tags: @futuristiclanddinosaur

Tw: I think none

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Arlechino!Reader x Doom

Synopsis: Doom with Arlechino!Reader

Author's note: it has been so long since I even opened genshin lol mostly my friend takes care of it since I don't have enough space on my phone to play it. I also don't know Arlechino so well, so I'll try my best💪 Sorry for any mistakes, this is not proofread, my main language isn't English and I hope you enjoy!! More under cut.

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♪ | You had pretty similar personality, so becoming friends itself was kinda difficult, because none of you started conversations if it wasn't out of need.

♪ | You both were young when Innocent zero took you in because you were powerful. Doom were suprised that you were on the same level as him and his brothers.

♪ | At some point he started to like your presence and wanted to be more around you.

♪ | Was so confused about it most of the time, but decided that it's better to explore the feeling to understand it than running away from it.

♪ | Not long after (actually, several years after) he started to develop romantic feelings towards you.

♪ | He also found it interesting how the curse that's on you affects your appearance, like making your arms pure black, even your nails (though he can't see it, only feel or imagine by descriptions).

♪ | Your power won't ever stop amusing him.

♪ | Definitely will ask to spare sometimes.

♪ | I firmly believe that Doom confessed, it would be in a simple yet touching manner.

♪ | I also believe that he kisses gently and slowly nost of the time. Other times it feels like he wants to devour you.

♪ | Since there's almost no one on his level, he finds your sparing sessions very intimate and exciting. He loves the fact that you can destroy him (physically and mentally, Arlechino's ability has something to do with mind) and be hot while doing so.

♪ | Famine and Delisaster would tease him and possibly you because of your relationship. Take it as you may.

♪ | Will find it endearing how you treat the kids at the orphanage (that is under your care) and how much they love you.

♪ | Would love to learn your real name and call you by it when alone.

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Sorry this is so short, I literally couldn't come up with anything else for this😔 also, I finally came back to GI (like a week ago I think) and do I have things to do😭 gotta grind lol