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Modern Bathroom Mid-sized minimalist 3/4 gray tile and porcelain tile slate floor and gray floor bathroom photo with flat-panel cabinets, medium tone wood cabinets, gray walls, an integrated sink, quartzite countertops and a hinged shower door
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Why an Intelligent Layout Is Essential for a Spacious and Functional Bathroom
When it comes to designing a bathroom, the layout plays a critical role in both functionality and the perception of space. Whether you’re dealing with a small bathroom or a larger area, a well-planned layout can make the difference between a cramped, cluttered space and a room that feels open, organized, and efficient. Here’s why an intelligent layout is key to creating a bathroom that is both spacious and functional.
1. Maximizes Available Space
An intelligent layout allows you to make the most of the space you have, regardless of your bathroom’s size. By carefully considering where to place each fixture and storage solution, you can optimize both floor and wall space. For instance, placing the sink, toilet, and shower along one wall can streamline the room and free up more open space, creating a seamless flow.
2. Improves Functionality and Flow
A smart layout improves the functionality of your bathroom, ensuring that everything is easy to access and use. When each element is thoughtfully placed, you can move around the room with ease, reducing the feeling of congestion. For example, positioning the vanity close to the entrance while keeping the shower or tub at the back creates a natural progression that enhances the flow of the space.
3. Enhances Storage Solutions
Clever storage is essential for a functional bathroom, and a smart layout will make it easy to incorporate. With proper planning, you can integrate built-in storage or recessed shelves in key areas to reduce clutter. Floating vanities, tall storage cabinets, and even space-saving corner shelves can help keep everything organized without crowding the room.
4. Increases Comfort and Usability
An intelligent layout also contributes to the overall comfort of your bathroom. By creating clear zones for each activity, such as washing, bathing, or storage, you can ensure that the space is practical and comfortable. If your bathroom layout makes sense, it will feel more comfortable to use on a daily basis, making your morning routines or evening wind-downs more enjoyable.
5. Makes Small Spaces Feel Larger
Even the smallest bathrooms can feel more spacious with the right layout. Thoughtfully positioning fixtures and using vertical space for storage helps create a sense of openness. Wall-mounted sinks, floating vanities, and glass shower enclosures are excellent choices for opening up the floor plan, while light colors and reflective surfaces further enhance the illusion of space.
6. Accommodates Future Needs
A smart bathroom layout also considers your long-term needs. By designing with flexibility in mind, you can ensure that your bathroom will remain functional as your family’s needs change. For example, leaving room for future updates, like adding a double vanity or upgrading to a walk-in shower, allows for easy modifications without requiring a complete remodel.
7. Boosts Visual Appeal
Finally, a well-designed layout enhances the overall aesthetic of your bathroom. A spacious, uncluttered design naturally feels more inviting and luxurious. The balance between form and function creates a cohesive look that reflects your style while providing practical solutions for daily use.
In conclusion, an intelligent layout is the foundation of a spacious, functional, and beautiful bathroom. By maximizing available space, improving flow, and incorporating smart storage solutions, you can create a bathroom that meets your needs today and in the future.
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🛁🍷It completely soaks your bodies without occupying too much space in the bathroom. A comfortable soak paired with mellow red wine is far more life-like than a standing bath.
Designed with your safety and comfort in mind, our bathtub is the perfect addition to your bathroom oasis. The anti-skid features ensure a worry-free soak, allowing you to fully relax and unwind after a long day. Dive into luxury and create your own personal sanctuary at home.
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Bathroom - Master Bath Example of a large 1950s master marble floor and beige floor bathroom design with white cabinets, black countertops, flat-panel cabinets, white walls, an undermount sink, marble countertops and a hinged shower door
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bath time with the touden party
content - bathing with the touden party / domestic fluff shenanigans / could be read as platonic or romantic
pairings - laios touden x reader / chilchuck tims x reader / marcille donata x reader / senshi & reader / izutsumi & reader
warnings - not so family-friendly words
word count - 1.5k
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✢ When the idea of bathing together is first proposed, Laios is greatly flustered by the idea of being nakey with you
✢ However, it immediately becomes one of his favorite things to do with you, especially at the end of the day when all you want is relaxation and a good cleansing
✢ He’d love to help wash your back and the areas you can’t reach, gingerly scrubbing your skin to rid it of grime
✢ He’d also like threading his fingers through your hair, spreading the shampoo and conditioner evenly while massaging your scalp
✢ You’d do the same for him, having him facing away from you in between your legs as you tenderly massage and even out the shampoo/conditioner
✢ He immediately melts into your touch, soaking deeper into the bubbles as he revels in your presence
✢ Laios is the type of man to cry when you do this, feeling so loved and cared for by you who takes the time to make sure he’s all clean
✢ Sometimes Laios might play around with you in the bath, splashing water or blowing soap in your direction
✢ He’d also do those hair/beard styles with the bubbles, making all kinds of goofy expressions at you (he’d especially try to mimic monsters)
✢ Laios might own a rubber ducky or two in a modern au, having it displayed on the corners of the bathtub
✢ You and Laios would rant to each other about anything, from gossip to fixations, it’s such a nice way to unwind
✢ When the two of you are finished bathing, he will offer to help dry your hair, using a towel and then a comb to untangle any knots
✢ If you have a skincare routine, Laios would love to take part in it, inquiring about the different products and what they’re for
✢ In the end, he smells like sage, an earthy yet slightly sweet scent
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✢ It would be hard to convince him to have a bath with you, but he’d crack eventually
✢ He’s keen on helping you scrub your back and wash your hair, thoroughly scrubbing and rinsing the suds off
✢ Chilchuck is the type to dump a bucket of water over you to rinse the soap off…
✢ A small play fight might break out between the two of you due to his sarcastic and mean attitude, you know better though
✢ Trying to wash his hair would be a challenge for you, he wouldn’t let you touch it, persisting that he wash it himself
✢ When he has difficulty reaching his backside, however, he begrudgingly lets you help scrub him down
✢ The aroma of the bath salts and the steam from the water relax the both of you, Chilchuck sinking into your side subconsciously
✢ The two of you take the time to chat a bit (about the other’s day, what to eat for dinner, etc.…), basking in the silence when the conversation goes dry
✢ After the two of you wash up, you ask him if he would like to comb out your hair, maybe even style it if he wants to
✢ With a roll of his eyes, he gently combs through your hair, being mindful of your ears and how hard he might tug
✢ Depending on your hair length, he doesn’t mind braiding it or putting it up despite his complaints about there being a lot of hair/shedding
✢ If you have a skincare routine, Chilchuck would only take part in a bit of it, not fond of the texture that's on his face after applying multiple products
✢ He’ll ask questions here and there about the products, finding out their purpose and the ingredients used in making it
✢ If his daughters are into that sort of thing, he’ll ask you for your recommendations so he can gift it to them
✢ In the end, he smells like pine trees, an earthy and fresh scent
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✢ When you ask Marcille if she wants to bathe with you she’s ecstatic !!
✢ She loves baths and rambles about how it's important for casting spells, etc…
✢ She’ll jump at the opportunity to scrub your back for you, in fact, she wouldn’t mind scrubbing all of you, finding solace in taking care of your wellness
✢ Marcille especially loves doing your hair, threading her fingers between your locks to make sure the shampoo/conditioner covers every strand
✢ She’ll throw in a little scalp massage, loving the feeling of you sinking into her
✢ When you offer to do the same for her (scrubbing and doing her hair), she can feel her heart beating out of her chest
✢ She’s buzzing with energy before you start, eventually relaxing into your touch with a satisfied sigh
✢ Marcille is definitely the type to use bath salts and herbs, teaching you about their benefits for the body and mind
✢ She would have a eucalyptus bundle hanging from the showerhead, further enhancing relaxation
✢ When the two of you are finished washing up, she’d ask if you would want to dry her hair for her with a small flush on her cheeks, she wouldn’t mind if you decided to brush through it as well…
✢ She’s practically putty in your hands, melting into your tender touches with pink cheeks and a dopey smile
✢ Of course, she’d return the favor by drying your hair as well, offering to comb through it if you want
✢ If you have a skincare routine, have no fear for Marcille also has one !! (definitely a skincare girly in modern times)
✢ She’ll inquire about the products you use while also showing you hers, the two of you would probably delve into a conversation about skin care products and cosmetics (your favorite brands, the brands you hate, etc.…)
✢ In the end, she smells like lavender and vanilla (sometimes she might smell a bit lemony/fruity), a soft and floral scent
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✢ …This guy doesn’t even take baths…
✢ You’d probably have to throw him in to get him to bathe
✢ You’d let him wash up on his own but insist that you wash his beard and hair so he isn’t half-assing it
✢ You take your time thoroughly scrubbing through his beard and hair, making sure all the dirt and grime come out (can’t risk him having fleas or something)
✢ Even though he grumbles in the beginning, he quiets down and relaxes in the water, his muscles easing from the tension
✢ When he’s finished washing up, you’ll help trim his beard or shave any stray hairs, ensuring that his hair and beard are well-kept
✢ You offer him some of your skincare products, but he usually declines, not really interested in it until you start listing the effects it has on the body
✢ Senshi only lets you put a little on him though, not liking the feeling of multiple products on his skin
✢ You’d probably rub in some beard oil as well so his beard doesn’t end up drying out and stuff
✢ In the end, he smells like coconut and vanilla, a sweet and creamy scent
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✢ …Have mercy…
✢ It might be a little hard to have Izutsumi let you bathe her, insisting that she can do it herself (plot twist, she needs help with the knots in her fur)
✢ So she begrudgingly lets you help her, giving you strict rules to not do anything weird which you assure her that you aren’t some kind of freak (stares at Laios**)
✢ You’d take your time carefully combing through her hair and fur, making sure not to miss any spots
✢ She’d hesitate before letting you rub shampoo/conditioner into her hair, gradually leaning into your touch with a small purr rumbling in her chest
✢ You’re mindful of her ears and tail, avoiding getting water or soap stuck in her eardrums and crossing the line by touching her tail
✢ Izutsumi wouldn’t really know how to help you with your own stuff, so you’d just have to wash your hair and scrub your back by yourself
✢ When the two of you are done, she lets you pat her dry with a grumble, whining about how you’re just like her old party members
✢ You’d sit her down and comb through everything again, making sure there’s no knots
✢ If you have a skincare routine, she’s not really interested but would probably try a face mask with you
✢ She’d end up laughing at you, saying you look like an oni
✢ In the end, she smells like petrichor (rain), an earthy yet unique scent
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🟩 A SHOT TO REMEMBER
slime x f!reader 🔥 very explicit 🔥 words: 2.8k
After you drank a mysterious green jello shot, you don't feel so good. But don't worry, you'll soon feel a lot better...
WARNINGS: NSFW! Explicit sexual content! Slime monster! Tentacles! Triple penetration! Aphrodisiacs! Mind control! Overstimulation! (READ ON AO3!)
A/N: This is part 3 of my CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE smut series! 1 🔸 2 🔸 3 🔸 4 🔸 5 🔸 6 🔸 7 This is OPTION 2/PART 3 - but can be read individually, let me just set the scene:
CONTEXT: You were invited to a Halloween party in a mysterious house, dressed as Little Red Riding Hood, and on your search for the bathroom because your stomach is acting up a little, you come to a long hallway full of doors, and you decide to go through the door a few feet away.
ADDITIONAL WARNING: If you're a little squeamish, you should probably pass on this. Mentions of vomiting and slimy things and orifices being filled with the hint of dubcon.
As soon as you pull open the door, you know you're at the right place. The bathroom is huge, though. Dark tiles all the way up to the ceiling, a fancy chandelier in the middle, its light warm and not as bright as you'd expect from a bathroom, a large floor-to-ceiling window showing nothing but darkness beyond the thick red curtains pulled to the side a little. There's a fancy bathtub on clawed feet in one corner, a more modern shower nook with a wide glass door opposite it, large enough to at least fit five people, and then you have a long vanity sporting two sinks and a giant mirror, and a fancy looking toilet on the other side.
The perfect mixture of vintage and modern – but you only have time to look at it for so long before your stomach starts churning badly once more. You stumble to the toilet, its lid opening automatically as you approach, and before you know it, you're hugging the bowl and dry-heaving into it, your whole body shuddering under the exertion. But strangely enough, nothing comes out, despite the feverish attempts of your convulsing body. All you can do is gather the saliva in your mouth and spit it into the porcelain, before you stand up on shaking legs and walk to the vanity, rubbing your hurting belly.
You feel full (and you wonder why). Seeing your messy reflection only makes it worse. After washing your hands, then your face, you decide to wash up completely, and a few moments later you stand in the shower, stark naked as one should, and marvel at the fancy apparatus in front of you. There's a rain shower, but also several nozzles embedded in the wall, and you have no idea which of the many buttons you have to press for it to do something, so you just press them at random, yelping in shock when a few of them send their hard jets straight at your cramping stomach.
You bend over, leaning away from the harsh water spray, and this time you feel something moving up your esophagus as you retch violently. Your head is spinning as you put one hand on the tiled wall, trying to steady yourself. Your lips part as you squeeze your eyes shut under the strain, and it's the strangest sensation when something slimy rubs along your tongue before it falls from your open mouth and right between your feet, splashing down.
The cramps are gone, but the sticky feeling in your throat remains, and when you straighten up and open your eyes, looking down, you almost slip when you try to get away from the little green thing on the floor. At first it looks like the jello shot you forced down earlier, but then it moves, changes form, becomes more rounded before little antennae spread across its body. You stare at it in sheer horror. That thing was inside your stomach? You feel as if you're going to be sick all over again.
But it gets worse. It grows. As you press your back against the shower wall, unable to move or look away, the slimy thing gets bigger, those little protrusions growing longer, thicker, its round form swaying under the constant spray of water from above. It looks almost see-through, the green shimmer growing fainter the larger it becomes. There's an eerie squelching sound as it rubs itself against the opposite shower wall, stretching, moving upwards, using its countless appendages to carry itself higher – until it stands at your height, a shapeless almost-transparent green blob with swaying tentacles, staring at you without eyes or even a face.
And you're frozen in shock, unable to process what is happening, what you're seeing. You must be drunk or high or completely out of your mind. This isn't real. You are not standing in the shower with a strange slime monster. No way. Fighting the reality of it, you don't even move or make a sound when the thing reaches out to you and brushes the tip of one of its tentacles against your leg. The touch is cold and wet, testing, careful. Your eyes follow its many movements, but you soon feel dizzy trying to count its tendrils or make sense of its shape.
More tentacles move towards you, and you stay completely still as they coil around your ankles, your wrists, seemingly holding you in place while others slither up and down your body, exploring every inch of it. It's when you feel them rubbing against your shamefully erect nipples or between your wet folds, that your heart beats faster. You struggle against the soft looking tentacles, but they're stronger than they appear. As the first sound escapes your mouth, a weak little whine, another tentacle rises and quickly pushes between your lips, forcing your head back as it pokes straight at the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex, causing your body to convulse violently.
Desperate muffled whimpers try to choke past the tendril in your mouth, but that only makes more spit gather on your tongue before it drips past your lips and down your chin. You are utterly helpless, held in place, and all you can do is watch the slime thing come closer until it presses against you, from head to toe, its texture cold and sticky as it engulfs you completely. The strangest thing is that you feel eerily calm as that happens, all panic gone in an instant, and you can even breathe as it closes around your head. Maybe it's that tentacle that's forcing its way down your throat, maybe you are dreaming this after all.
It doesn't feel real, and how should this be real? You are being absorbed by a large slime monster, turning into a blob yourself, even though you feel more like an insect being encased by sap, soon to turn into amber, frozen in time, preserved for all eternity. It's the last conscious thought you are able to think before you feel your body being moved, and you end up on your back, suspended in the air, held up by the large translucent mass around you. It's taking up the entire lower half of the shower now, the pitter patter of the water against its wobbly form almost soothing, with how distant it sounds in your prison of slime.
Even though your mind is empty, spinning slightly in place, you can still feel everything that's happening to you. Despite being enveloped by a firm and wet substance, with the consistency of jello, you don't feel restrained, not that you want to move anyway. You're floating, body reclined, legs hanging in the air, wide open, arms extended in an almost T-pose, but you are relaxed, swimming inside the gelatinous body of the slime. The tendril in your throat is just resting there, supplying you with oxygen, seemingly, it's not even a bad pressure, it's just there.
Just like the other tentacles that push out of the mass and into any orifice they can find. It's literally filling you up, stuffing your ears, leaving you deaf to your own sounds except your steady heartbeat, poking at your nostrils until they join the larger thing in your throat. Somehow you're still able to see, even blink, as you watch what's happening to you in a deep daze. You've never been this calm before, even as you watch more tentacles form out of the unassuming mass that are clearly bound to fill up all your other holes.
You still flinch a little when you feel two of them poking between your ass cheeks, like tiny fingers, pressing against your sphincter before they breach the tense ring of muscles, but they don't push in, they only hold your hole open, stretching it gently, before you are being moved a little lower, allowing the slime to press its form into you. You moan around the tendril in your throat as you feel it hardening against you, assuming the shape of a very thick tentacle that is eager to invade every available inch of your ass – and beyond.
You feel it pushing in, first in little undulating motions to ease your muscles, before it presses harder, forcing its way deeper. You can't fight it, and you don't see a reason to do so either, and it's not as if the monster gives you time to adjust to the sensation anyway as it focuses on your last hole next. A deep thrumming motion goes through the wobbly mass, causing you to shiver and your thighs to twitch, and all you can do is watch with hooded eyes as not one but three tentacles glide against and between your folds in a dizzying rhythm.
Your head is swimming, eyes threatening to roll back, but you want to keep watching as they stimulate you, rubbing and rolling, it feels so good, so gentle, like waves lapping at your skin, a cool sensation against your heated flesh. You'd moan and mewl, buck your hips against them, but you're immobile, gagged, unable to do anything but watch and feel.
Luckily the creature seems to sense what feels good to you (maybe it can read whatever lurks in the depths of your empty mind?), and it starts moving exactly like you want it to move. It lifts your hips, up and down, in tandem to the strokes of its undulating appendages, causing your wetness to gather between your folds, and you wished you could hear the squelching sounds or at least be able to moan properly without anything blocking your throat. No matter. It still feels too good to be true, and when one of the tentacles slips beneath the hood of your throbbing clit, a deep shudder crashes through your body as you convulse on the waves of bliss.
The slime seems to feel your ecstasy and doubles it efforts, rubbing and prodding harder, firmer, faster, until you come properly, your eyelids fluttering shut as lights explode behind them, your thighs twitching, your still empty cunt clenching around nothing. You do squeeze around the thick tendril in your ass that stopped moving when it reached your bowels, just resting there now, deep inside you, filling you out, holding you up as if you were a mere doll impaled on a ventriloquist's fist.
Your orgasm subsides slowly, and when you open your eyes lazily, you notice just in time how the tentacles between your legs meld into a particularly large one before its tip presses right between your puffy labia, poking at your entrance, and you'd scream if you could as it plunges into you, forcing its soft form into any crevasse it can find before pulling back and impaling you again, and again, until your tense muscles give way for it to penetrate you deeper.
It's a strange sensation. It's clearly a heavy mass inside you, pushing against your squishy walls, pressing deep until your cervix stops it, but it's also soft enough to mold itself to your shape, filling you out, and in doing so stimulating all the sensitive spots deep within you. You are a writhing mess as it starts moving inside you, pulling back and pushing in, in and out, back and forth, moving alongside the tendril in your ass as it guides you into its thrusts, and you're like a boat in a storm, pushed and pulled, that way and this, unable to do anything but feel.
It feels too good to complain. Head empty, just bliss. You can't even focus on your orgasms because they just come like you do, gentle at first, a soft wave crashing over you, then getting more intense, more and more, until your whole body is spasming in the slime's hold, your juices seeping into its body, getting absorbed, and it seemingly feeds off them, grows bolder in its movements, faster, harder, more relentless.
And it never stops, or so it feels. You are floating on that incredible high, disconnected from the world, it's just pleasure, no pain, orgasm after orgasm, and you'd think you'd faint from the exertion, from how your heart pounds in your stuffed ears, but somehow the slime keeps you conscious enough to feel it, over and over again. And how you feel.
All its tendrils move in a synchronized rhythm, in and out, the one in your cunt hammering into you, the one in your ass undulating as it feeds more and more of itself into your body, and the one in your throat moves as well, gently up and down, like little vibrations that thrum down your esophagus, and you'd think it would reach your stomach soon, to be met by the other one pressing from the other side, but you can't think about it, can't think anything, just feel...
You're drifting, slipping in and out of consciousness, but you always come back to another wave of pleasure, held up by the slime's mass and its unrelenting tentacles, head spinning, eyes hooded, drool dripping past your lips and right into the gelatinous mass encasing you. The same happens every time the thing in your cunt makes you squirt by pummeling into your g-spot with vigor, when the heat from deep within pushes out of you with force, only to be absorbed by the monster holding you captive.
It's an endless cycle of coming and being let down only to be propelled back up again, over and over, and every time you orgasm the thing around and inside you moves faster, vibrates more, seemingly grows stronger and bigger, putting its new strength into ramming its tentacles into your holes more fiercely, and it's when it finally reaches what can only be its max capacity that a sudden jerk goes through the wobbly mass.
It's only a second when it pauses, but it's enough to allow you to watch out of tired eyes as its massive body presses against the glass door of the shower, spilling over it, losing some of its dense form, and you feel yourself slipping in its hold, its tendrils impaling you but unable to hold you up any longer. It even slips from your ears, unplugging you, and the first thing you hear is the shattering of glass as it pushes out of the shower, making the door explode into tiny shards that get stuck in its outer shell.
It slips through the large opening, pulling you with it, and you glide out of its mass like a newborn calf, wet and slimy all over, shivering as the cold air of the bathroom hits your exposed skin. Its tentacles withdraw from your holes, and you feel strangely empty without them, your muscles still trying to clench back into their original form. The one in your throat is the last to leave you, and once it does, you feel the sudden urge to cough, to inhale sharply, to get as much air into your burning lungs as possible.
With the need to breathe comes the need to think, and when your mind restarts from its forced slumber, you blink in confusion, trying to make sense of your position on the floor, why you're so wet, why the shower door is broken, why you feel so weird all over. Weird, but also... good? Filled even though you're empty? Satisfied beyond belief?
Slowly you sit up, wiping at your face, pushing a strand of hair out of your forehead. As you scramble to your feet, which proves difficult with how much your legs are shaking, you see something out of the corner of your eye, a motion, something green disappearing out of sight. Frowning as you turn your head to look around the bathroom, you wonder what happened, having no recollection whatsoever.
Apparently you slipped in the shower, broke its door and woke up after who knows how long, just lying on the floor? Perhaps. Doesn't explain the sticky feeling between your legs, but maybe you just had a wet dream, stranger things have happened. Nothing to worry about. Let's wash up and move on, hm? you think to yourself as you step back into the shower, not even wondering where all the glass shards of the broken door have gone.
After you cleaned up properly, you dry off with the provided towels and get dressed again, before you check your reflection in the mirror one more time. Looks good enough. Time to get back to the party. Because that was why you came to this house. Where they gave you this strange jello shot... Before your memory comes crashing back down on you, you turn to the door, shaking your head to clear it, feeling as if you were in dire need of some fresh air.
Because whatever you think to remember happened, could have never actually happened. Nope. Not in a million years. You just have a very big imagination.
So you slip out of the bathroom back onto the hallway, hoping nobody would notice the missing shower door or the mess you made on the floor.
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Genshin men NSFW head canons
Warnings: This isn’t porn with a plot, it’s more of the sexual life of your relationship!
Minor’s dni
You can read the non nsfw version
Parings: Childe, Kazuha, Venti, Zhongli, Ayato, Wanderer, Xiao, Diluc, and Cyno X F! reader
Summary: These are head cannons and mini stories of your sex life with these characters, after your relationship started getting serious.
Notes: This is a modern au with phones and sending text messages. It also always seems so out of character for me when i write nsfw stuff. Please excuse my grammar mistakes <3
Childe
You haven’t seen your boyfriend for a while so you decided to go visit him at the golden house for a little. You did this often whenever you missed him so when he sees you enter he’s not surprised “Hey girlie.” You go over and give him a hug and he hugs you back. “Since you’re here how about we spar?” he asks you that every time you come and visit him. There is only one condition, if he wins, he gets to fuck you. But if you win he still gets to fuck you. There’s no escaping it. He loved when you came in and visited him because every time he had you pinned against the wall with your legs over his shoulders while he pounded into your cunt like there’s no tomorrow. This was his most favorite place to fuck. You never admitted it but you sometimes come and visit him when you’re horny and craved his fat cock.
Kazuha
Kazuha would be out at sea for a very long time, longer than usual. And you missed him sooooo much. For some reason you always found yourself on a tiny boat next to a large one which happens to be Beidou’s ship. They pull you in wondering what the hell you were doing in the middle of the ocean and you had no idea either. You told them how long you’ve been out there and they were shocked to hear that you’ve been at sea without food and water for a week, wondering how you’re still alive. After they fed you and gave you some water Beidou told Kazuha to take you to his personal cabin so you could shower and get some warm clothes, so he did. He had you laying on the bed in an instant. He had locked the door when y’all first came in the room. He had planned to fuck you before you the both of you went inside the cabin. He always slowly inserted himself until he bottomed out. To him, fucking you and making love with you was 2 different things. So he was going to make you feel good slow, and sensually. y’all are gonna be in there for a while as he had you cumming on his cock multiple times before he pulled out and came on your stomach, and beidou new that. As that wasn’t your first time in his cabin, that’s why you were so familiar with it.
Venti
Venti loved ovulation week so much, that sweet smell that came from you turned him on so much. As he was the anemo archon, he was able to smell basically everything. So when he came home drunk as hell you had to bathe him like a child. You were wearing a nightgown and no panties because you were in the middle of changing and when he came home he interrupted you. That sweet smell was so strong and was calling his name he pulled you inside the bathtub with your nightgown still on and stuck his hard cock inside you with no warning. He wanted to taste and see if you were as sweet as you smelled but he hadn’t brushed his teeth yet so fucking you on spot was his next best option.
Bonus: When your sex life with him started you didn’t expect much from him because he’s a little man and doesn’t seem like the type that carries something heavy in his pants, but you didn’t mind. You had completely forgot that he had the ability to shape shift, so you were shocked at the bulge a lone, but when he pulled it out your jaw was on the floor. Maybe that’s why he was so small and skinny but so heavy…
Zhongli
Zhongli’s cock is HUGE no questions asked. He’s about 9-10 inches, you think more about 11 but he doesn’t believe so. It’s more on the thick side so it’s quite heavy and the boners are outrageous. You decided to mess with him in public once and it was your worse decision of your life. When y’all got home that day he scolded you for being childish for grinding yourself on his cock. But he fucked you on the spot in public, in front of people. Secretly though, and nobody noticed, somehow. Nobody noticed how you arched your back on him and how your eyes rolled back when you had an orgasm on his cock. Luckily your skirt concealed the connection.
Ayato
Ayato had once done something that felt illegal. During a meeting he had you under the table giving him head. He told you to be careful and not make any noises while you sucked on his cock under the table. You felt like you were going to get in trouble if you got found out, but Ayato assured you that you wouldn’t he’s just doing it privately so the people don’t think down on him. It shocked you when he asked you to do this because he doesn’t seem like the type of person to be interested. The whole time he was talking he had a straight face not expressing pleasure at all, it wasn’t a struggle to hide it but he accidentally paused when he came inside your mouth. After the short pause he continued to talk like he didn’t just empty his balls down your throat. After the meeting is over he tells the last person out to lock the door after them so he could pull you out and bend you over the table.
Wanderer (Hat guy/ Kuni)
This man has absolutely no fears. You wanted to go and find Tighnari so he could teach you how to make some medicines and your boyfriend Kuni decided to accompany you. You and him kept messing around and he pushed you inside a pond, you came out soaking wet and your clothes see through, and that turned him on. You found a nice lady and she allowed you to go in and dry your clothes and change. Kuni followed in and sat on the toilet, the bathroom was quite small but it was fine. You got completely naked and he watched you as you undressed, with absolutely no shame and visibly getting hard. He pulled you onto his lap and just got to the point, fucked you cowgirl style but he was ramming into you hard and all you hear is skin slapping and concealed moans. The lady heard and was disgusted, you felt bad for having sex in a random lady’s home but Kuni didn’t care. When the both of you walked out she was gonna confront you but the glare your boyfriend gave her scared the hell out of her.
Xiao
He was inexperienced when you first met him all he new was what sex was. After being with him for a while he was open to anything so he did anything you pleased, anything that you asked for. He pleased your every sexual desire, when you told him what you think would feel really good. He’d look at porn videos to get visuals, you told him what porn was and ever since then he got all his moves from there. He randomly started being experienced and you were kinda scared when he had you cumming 3 times on his cock before he even came once.
Diluc
He’s such a calm lovable sweet partner, and he does whatever he can to please you. And whatever he can to have you screaming his name. If you come and visit him at the winery while nobody is around and it’s just the two of you, he’s having his own special serving. He doesn’t initiate the first move, but when you start he won’t stop until you have had at least 2 orgasms and him 1. He likes to make you take him over the counter or in the back, he’s a freak in hiding. He honestly doesn’t care if the two of you get caught because it’s his winery, he doesn’t care if he traumatizes some kids eyes, why would you let your kid wander inside of a winery that’s not his fault. They could probably hear you screaming his name too, that parent should have known what the slurred “Diluc” followed by a couple cuss words and skin slapping was, and not even let that child near the winery while there was another child in the process of being made. After he’s satisfied, he stops being super bold then apologizes to you, then pray to the archons after the fact that nobody saw or heard him and you.
Cyno
You have so much access to this man’s body anytime you please, he’s half naked all the time so your hands are everywhere. Once you, Cyno, Tighnari, and Collei were just exploring the desert and Cyno thought of a new joke and really wanted to tell you, even though he knew you didn’t like them. (idk bout y’all but i personally like his jokes) He was really excited to tell you this one but he had to do it in private. When Tighnari walked ahead and Collei followed him he took this as his time to tell you the most sexual joke known to man. He also told you how nice you looked, and you actually laughed but the joke kinda made you horny. You were all over touching his body and at one point your hand started to trail down a little too far, while standing behind the innocent. He had to pull you to a private cave with no monsters and fuck your brains straight. He said that you were just thinking with your little cunt and you said “Yeah and she craves your attention.” so he gave it to you.
I just KNOW Zhongli, Childe, and Diluc’s dicks are huge, have y’all seen that thing on tiktok of how you can see their pp animation? They all got third legs oml.
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I missed talking to you (modern!bodyguard!Criston Cole x Reader)
synopsis: He was hired to protect you. However, he does so much more.
warnings: age gap, smut, p in v, fucking in the bathtub, semi public sex, afab reader
word count: 2.4k
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The room is dark, safe for the dim glow of a TV illuminating a small space around itself. The sound of the video that had been playing for the past couple hours is drowned out by growing frustration. The clock on your phone shows a more than ungodly time, that brings you to huff and turn around a little more forcefully than necessary, the bed protesting against the way you let yourself fall back on it carelessly. But to no surprise even that doesn't work and so, with a groan you force yourself to get up. The idea was that walking around and grabbing a snack could potentially help. Hopefully. And so you sneak out of the room to the kitchen, where you are met with Criston Cole, the bodyguard your father had hired for you.
“Shouldn't you be long asleep?” The tall man asks with a gruff voice.
He remembers you wishing him a good night, hours earlier. The clock showed past 4am now.
“Yeah, I should.” You chuckle bitterly. “I'm just gonna make some tea and then I'm gone again.”
Cole nods silently and continues to drink his coffee. His beautiful dark eyes are trained on your neck the entire time you wait for the kettle to cook the water inside. You can feel them like a warm sensation spreading through your back. You had long since stopped to wonder what might be going on behind the windows to his soul. Deciding that, whatever it may be, would forever remain a mystery to you. At times your friends had commented though that it looked like he wanted to eat you or that he looked ready jump in front of a bullet for you. The latter was easy to ignore. He was your bodyguard after all. The first was less so.
Your train of thought is broken up by the kettle whistling. Carefully you put it in a cup along with the tea. The cup gently warming your hands. It's comforting.
You turn to Cole once more and not again. “Good night.”
“Good night.” Is his quiet answer, accompanied by another short nod.
And with that you are off to bed.
Multiple days pass idly by without any further happenings, when your friends words get to you. He looks like he wants to eat you. No matter how much you try to lie to yourself, the thought itself, without being thought into much, is a rather exciting one. So, one evening while you relax in the bathtub, you work up the nerves to test that theory.
“Criston, could you come in here for a moment?” You call through the door in the loveliest voice you can muster.
“Yes, miss? Do you need anything?” His voice comes through a crack in the door immediately.
“Don't be shy. Come in. And how often have I told you not to call me miss?” The amused lilt in your voice is clearly noticeable.
“O-of course...” Even though you are entirely covered with foam his eyes stay focused on the ground before the tub. “What is it you may need?”
“It's not nice to not look at the person you are talking to, you know?” You put on a small pout. Though it comes as a surprise when he looks at you, the tan skin of his cheeks erupting in a dark cherry colour.
“My apologies, mi… My apologies.” He mumbles hastily, expectantly awaiting your answer to his earlier question.
“Criston, I’m bored.” You make a show if yawning and stretching your arms over your head. “Can you join me? Please?”
The plea is met with him choking on his own spit. Coughing violently, tears shooting into his eyes as he does so. “I think that would be most inappropriate. In fact, I´m not even sure if I should be in here right now.”
"Awww, come on? My father is not gonna find out and I could really use some company in here." Propping your chin up on one arm on the edge of the tub, you dunk your other hand just below the surface, pulling it out to flick the little droplets in the direction of his chest.
You see the resolve in his eyes, but it is slowly wearing thin. Not that it looked particularly strong to begin with. A bit of fluttering with your lashes and he is basically gone, looking like he is ready to pounce on you as the two of you hastily remove his clothes and settle in the tub together. Exchanging heated kisses as he lifts you into his lap, tongues exploring each other’s mouths as your hands commit every inch of the other´s body to memory. The loud moan as he enters you is muffled by one of his rough hands over your mouth, trying desperately to keep anyone from hearing what the two of you are doing. The water and foam slosh against the porcelain, yet the only thing able to swallow both of your moans is the bruising, breath stealing kiss that dogs up your mind like the hot water does the room. Your hands travel over his chest restlessly, eliciting a new deep groan every time your fingers brush against the sensitive peaks. At the same time Criston’s rough hands massage your lower cheeks, lightly spreading them as he guides you up and down on his hard length. All the while your wet chests rub against each other, a sheen of sweat covering your bodies from the heat in the bathroom and your exertion.
Your moans and groans echo through the room and bounce off the tiles, but the longer you go on, the less either of you can bring yourselves to care about being caught. As the knot in your stomach draws tighter, your hands go up into Criston's dark hair to pull his head back. Resting your forehead against his, your noses touching, yet neither of you moves in to close the kiss again. Rather just remaining like this as the movement of your hips grows more frenzied from enjoyment, breathing into each other with loose hanging jaws. The dizziness resulting from it seems to only add to your sensitivity. Criston's strong arms bring you down harder and faster on his lap, eliciting even louder sounds from your lungs and pulling tears of pleasure from your eyes. The salty droplets rolling over your cheeks before joining the water that encompasses the two of you. His body begins to shake uncontrollably and before you can ready yourself, the waves of an orgasm crash over him. Despite the tremors, Criston keeps thrusting into you until you join him in the throes of his ecstasy. Fucking you through the climax until your legs still. Only then he unceremoniously lifts you off him and sits you down in the tub and dries himself off, getting dressed to stand in front of the door to take up his duty once more. Your eyes follow his every move all the while, beginning to shiver as the now cold water seeps into the still warm skin. Neither of you dares to utter a word. Silently vowing secrecy as to what had just happened. A promise Criston keeps a little too well as he only speaks to you when entirely necessary from that moment on.
The party was boring you already. Your father had wandered off to network as soon as you had arrived about a half hour ago which had stretched to eternity. Sitting at the bar you nursed a glass of wine, staring holes into the fabric of space and time as you hoped it would be over soon. And while you were lucky enough to not be bothered by any of your fathers’ coworkers, the holes Criston Cole's dark eyes burned into you didn't go quite as unnoticed as he probably would have hoped. The warm sensation has become a sort of normality ever since your moment in the bath. Spreading out from the pit of your stomach, as the brown eyes roamed over your body in the fancy dress that you couldn't wait to get out of as soon as you came home. Downing the red contents of the glass, you stand up and wander off through the long corridors, knowing that the dark-haired man would follow.
Your mind is set on clearing up his avoidant behaviour. Once you are far away enough for the sounds of the party to have fainted to a quiet buzz in the back of your ears, you finally turn to the man that followed you like a shadow.
“Do you plan on never talking to me ever again?” You ask him with crossed arms and a huff falling from your lungs.
Frustration is etched onto both of your faces and filling the air around. “I´m sorry. I wasn´t aware my job required to also be your friend.”
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it. If you regret fucking me so much, why didn't you just resign and safe everyone this stupid farce?” You argue back.
Promptly you feel the cold wall press against your front in an opposite sensation to his warm hand quieting you with a hand over your mouth once more, bringing back memories of your shared moment in the bathtub.
“Shhh or do you want anyone finding out?” He hisses into your ear, yet further down you can feel something hard press against your lower back. Pushing back against it elicits a low groan from the dark-haired man. A deep, throaty growl follows directly after as he finds the back of your neck and shoulders. Kissing and biting along your skin, his free hand tightly grabs your hair to pull it out of the way.
"Are you going to behave if I let go of your mouth, hm?" Criston's voice is barely above a husky whisper against the shell of your ear.
"Yes, I promise. I just need you so bad" you are just as desperate as he is.
In this state he could have asked almost anything of you and once his hand is removed from your mouth you would have agreed to it in an instant.
"Good girl... I'll make it good for you, but you have to be quiet. Can you do that?"
You can only answer in a hurried nod.
“Good.” Criston whispers.
The hand that was previously clamped over your mouth finds its way down your body and bunches up the fabric of your skirt until his fingertips brush against the lace of your panties.
“You knew this would happen, didn't you? Such a dirty girl.” he rasps, grinding his hips against you a bit harder. “Someone should punish you.”
“Please, punish me.” your voice shudders along with your breath.
When you turn your head to look at him your eyebrows are pulled down and drawn together in a pleading tone.
At the promise of a punishment your heart can't help but beat faster. Your lower lip immediately fits between your teeth, biting down hard to suppress the moan trying to escape as his palm makes harsh contact with your ass.
“Better be quiet. Otherwise, someone might find out what a dirty girl little miss perfect really is.” Criston taunts you.
The next slap is delivered even harsher, causing you to bite down on your lip until a very faint coppery taste introduces itself to your tongue. The hand rubs over the reddened flesh, soothing the stinging pain while Criston’s other hand snakes its way into your panties.
In response you press your behind closer to his front, feeling him groan in your ear as the movement of his hips speeds up. Instinctively you begin to rub against his fingers circling your clit. Whining from the stimulation. Stuttered breaths stumble from your lips as you desperately try to keep quiet. Only for your heart to be sent into overdrive as Criston lets go of your rear to turn your head and crash your lips together. Your hands claw at the wall, trying to find some purchase as your body gets rocked back and forth with every thrust against your backside. All the while thick digits enter your heat, curling upwards to play with your sweet spot immediately. The palm of Criston’s hand still rubs at your sensitive clit, making you see stars through half closed eyes, quiet moans get barely stifled by the hungry crashing and lapping of joined lips. Easily to be heard by anyone who would pass by you by chance, and they only grow more frantic. The air gets pushed out of your lungs entirely as you get trapped in tighter between the cold hard wall and the warm, tall body behind you, pushing you against it more. A wet tongue darts out to lick over the shell of your ear.
Criston begins to tremble with ecstasy first. A wet spot growing on the fabric separating your back from his front. Breathy groans fan hot over the side of your face and teeth nip at your earlobe. All of a sudden you freeze in bliss. Eyes rolled back and pressed tightly together, lips parted loosely in a silent scream all come together to a mask of unmistakable and unmatched pleasure. It feels as if your heart stops right along with your breath as waves of energy pulse through you, pumping the blood exceptionally fast through your veins to heighten your sensitivity as your whole body shakes and trembles in the little space between the wall and Criston's tall frame.
“I didn't regret what happened.” He whispers into the quiet, pulling your eyes from fixing your dress with a start.
“What?” The question is the only thing that comes to mind in the moment.
“I didn't regret it.” Criston repeats a little louder. “I just needed some time to process it.”
“Have you processed it now?” Even though you feel stupid for asking, the question is out before you can hold it back. “Because I would like to do it again if you are up to it.”
The dark-haired man nods. “I would like that too.”
“Good.” You smile at him, your eyes softening as they meet his. Together the two of you make your way back to the event, hoping your absence hasn't been too noticeable.
“I kinda missed talking to you.” You admit to Criston, the words barely above a whisper over your shoulder. A last quiet moment between the two of you, to make the rest of the night more bearable.
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Emperor Geta x Fem!Reader: Escape pt 2
Link to Part One ~> READ FIRST!!!
Y/N = Your First Name & L/N = Your Last Name
They will not follow the Roman style of speech - it will be written in modern language.
*I do not own the Gladiator 2 characters or plot* I do change some of the plot!!!
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Y/N’s POV
You lead Emperor Geta to the bedroom and help him undress as you fill the bathtub with warm water. You have him wait in the bathroom as you request night clothes for him, food for both of you, and his things to be delivered to your room. You also ask for privacy. You have no idea if Geta will divulge any other information or what you two will be up to.
You receive a scroll with the latest news at night if something bad occurs. You open and read the words, "Emperor Calla has died. Macrinus seized power shortly after. Hanno, who is actually Lucius Verus Aurelius, has taken control and now leads Rome." You need to tell Geta, but when? He seems so fragile, and what if he wishes to return to Rome?
You walk back into the bathroom and see Geta in the bathtub. You walk over, bend down next to him, and say, “You look peaceful, Geta.” He looks at you, softly smiles, and says, “You should get in with me.” You reply, "Fine, since you asked nicely." You feel his eyes tracking your movements as you change and step into the tub with him. You lean your back against his chest, and he wraps his arms around you. You both talk softly before you wash each other. You notice small cuts and bruises across his skin, but you don't ask him about them yet.
You dress in new clothes, and Geta takes your hand as you walk to the bedroom. You see the food and lead him to the couch so you can eat a little. He sits next to you, and you both eat some food.
You lay down on your bed and pat the space next to you for Geta. He climbs in bed and collapses with his head on your chest. He picks it up to kiss you on your hand and says, "Let's never be parted again, love. I don't think I can bear it. You complete me." You reply, "You can stay as long as you wish. You're always welcome here." He softly asks, "And what if I never want to leave?"
You ask, "What really happened in Rome, Geta? You told me that you faked your death and how your brother thought he killed you. But, I also see the cuts and bruises on you that tell another story." He answers, "It started a few months ago when General Acacius came home after taking over Numidia for Calla & I. I could tell it was different this time because I could see we were losing the support of the General. However, I didn't voice these opinions to Calla because he had enough on his plate, or I thought he did... I needed a release, and I was tired of everything, so I invited a girl back to my bedroom. She was a nobody, and I accidentally confided in her. I don't know what I was thinking. The next morning, I woke up to Calla and Dundus standing there. They attacked me, and the guards did nothing. I should have left and come here then ... but I hoped there was still some good in my brother. I was wrong. The fights at the Coliseum were getting louder, and the Romans were rooting for this guy named Hanno." He takes a deep breath and continues, "I heard rumors that General Acacius and others were plotting against my brother and me. We locked him up for treason, and Calla started acting out more. I tried to keep the peace, but it just wasn't working. This man, Macrinus, started showing up and whispering in Calla's ear about me. That's when I set my escape plan in motion. One of the good things about being Emperor is the endless resources that you have at your disposal. At first, I wanted to make my head out of cake, and he's crazy enough that he'd think it was real. But I knew Macrinus would know something was up. So, I did something that I'm not proud of. I found a guy who looked like me who was up to compete in the Coliseum, and I told him to just sleep in my bed to pretend to be me. I told him all he had to do was sleep there, and I'd pay him handsomely. I gave him some of my clothes, and that night, I snuck out. I threw on a brown cloak that some soldiers wear, and I went near the water to the safe house you told me about. The man, Titus, kept me hidden for the rest of that night and the next day in his small home. We set sail the next night, and by then, we'd heard that everyone was claiming I was dead and that my head was brought to the Senate meeting. I feel horrible for the guy in my place, but he was going to die anyway in the arena... You know the rest. The journey was long and cold, but I'm here."
You're shocked. Horrified. Terrified. Stressed. Sad. Angry.
Geta sits up and asks, "Hey uh Y/N, is everything okay?" You answer, "Uh I have something upsetting to tell you." He asks, "What?" You grab the scroll and hand it to him to read. His eyes widen, and he looks in shock. You say, "I um... I understand if you have to return home." He asks, "What's left for me in Rome but my enemies and a land of disease? You are my home and my future. Rome means nothing to me, especially now that you're in my life." You place your hand in his and ask, "When did you get so romantic?" He moves closer to you and answers, "When I realized I let the love of my life return to her home, and we were not together. I had to read poetry and other works to better express my love for you." You reply, "Well I love you too, Geta. I always have." He leans in and you both kiss.
You stay up late talking until you're both yawning.
At some point, in the cold, dark night, you wake up to feel fidgeting next to you, and Geta seems to be fighting a nightmare. He is whispering out loud, "Stay back. Don't hurt me. Don't hurt her." You lightly shake Geta and say, "Geta, love, you're safe." He turns quickly and you say, "Geta, love, everything is okay." He pulls you close to him and says, "I thought someone was going to execute us together for loving each other. Everyone was mad at you for liking me and they were mad at me for Rome." You softly rub the back of his hand in circles and reply, "You're okay, and I'm okay. No one will be mad at us for loving each other. Even if they are, I'm the Queen, and they cannot influence who I choose to love. My guards are loyal to me and always working, so we're safe. I take several precautions for my safety, and the safety of my guests." He replies, "I bet your people love you as the Queen." You reply, "They do, and they will learn to love you with time. We can talk about that after you get to rest, though. You had a long journey and need to sleep more." He replies, "I love you." You say, "I love you too."
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Should I write a part three after he adjusts to a new land and new position ???
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modern au: every gang party is pure anarchy, but the aftermath is so much worse.
-javiers asleep…in the bathtub…with water in it…completely clothed.
-someone played sia and now karens in the hospital with two broken legs and a fractured arm because she wanted to “swing from the chandelieeeeer”. had it not been for charles, she wouldve been left there.
-johns all over tiktok and instagram reels for his…”pole dancing”. he made bank though.
-micah chugged a redbull monster protein powder mix and is already out of the house.
-jack is asleep under bills coat on a sofa somewhere.
-bill is surrounded by beer cans in a corner. hes just exhausted from the effort of throwing mr pearson out of the window.
-lenny is wrapped up in an irish flag in the garden, covered in vomit, bloodshot eyes and snoring like hell. the phrase “no balls” has earned him several cuts and bruises, 9 million likes on tiktok, and a deep sense of shame and embarrassment waiting to attack him as soon as hes sober.
-tilly made it back to bed, thanks to mary-beth.
-abigail and molly are both knocked out in dutch’s bed after jumping susan then hiding there.
-reverend brought the real fun (iykyk)
-strauss hjacked the dj booth and played some bangers. it didnt matter the lyrics were in german, everyone still went crazy.
-uncle slept through the entire thing.
-sean is on the floor of mary-beth’s room violently breathing through his mouth as he sleeps because his nose is so stuffed. why? he snorted ‘something’ and then snorted davey’s ashes (lennys fault). he also fell down the stairs, mixed an insane amount of alcohols together, started to flirt with inanimate objects after loosing track of lenny, vomited on everyone and everything, graffitied up the ra on the walls and on trelawny. awful idea considering trelawny owns the hideout.
-dutch and hosea? currently on their way back to their state after arthur got himself arrested 16 hours away.(how arthur. how.)
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Sorry friend if I'm annoying you. But, I had an idea for Valentine's Day.
Husband Levi Ackerman x wife reader
It's Valentine's Day and Levi is on a business trip and wouldn't arrive until a week later. But what his wife doesn't know is that it was all part of his plan.
She is sitting on the couch alone eating popcorn and watching a cheesy romantic movie. The doorbell rings and when she opens it, Levi is there with red flowers and a heart-shaped chocolate box filled with cherry liqueur, her favorite.
Levi surprised her this time because he had ordered dinner to be delivered to the house.
What's more, on the trip he was on, he bought several liquid soap capsules for them to try. It would be a romantic night between them in the bathtub.
Don’t be in a rush to write and take your time.
If you don't like it, please ignore it. And if the same person is making another request, please ignore it.
If you like it and want to change it, feel free to do it your way.
Good week to you. ❤️🌹
HI DEARR you are never EVER annoying me, EVER. This idea is the CUTESTTT
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ᝰ.ᐟ 𝐋’𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐧 𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 !
Husband!Levi Ackerman × Wife!Reader, Modern Au, wc 0.7k, Sweet fluff (ˊᗜˋ*)
The apartment feels emptier without him.
With him away on business—not due back for another week—you settle into the hush of your solitude, curled up on the couch with a bowl of popcorn balanced in your lap. The television hums softly, flickering shadows stretching and retreating across the walls as a romantic movie plays out before you.
You sigh, absently tossing a kernel into your mouth just as the on-screen couple embraces beneath the rain. Their kiss is slow, cinematic, and laced with a kind of longing that feels far too grand to be real. How cliché.
And yet. . .
The thought lingers, unbidden.
The sudden chime of the doorbell breaks through the hush, startling in its contrast. You hesitate, setting the bowl aside. Brows knitting in mild confusion, you pad toward the door. Who could possibly be visiting at this hour?
As you pull the door open, the breath catches in your throat.
The night clings to him in silken threads, his suit dusted with cold, his presence unmistakable even against the soft glow of street lamps. A bouquet of velvety red roses rests in one hand, their scent rich, intoxicating. In the other, a heart-shaped box of cherry liqueur chocolates—your favorite. But it’s his eyes that hold you still, dark and intent, warm with something deeper.
“Did you miss me, my love?” His voice is low, edged with quiet amusement, but there is something else beneath it. Something softer, meant only for you.
You blink, momentarily lost. “Levi. . . what’s all this? And what on Earth are you doing here?”
He steps forward, closing the space between you as if it were the easiest thing in the world, and presses a kiss to your forehead—unhurried, reverent. The scent of him—cologne laced with the crisp whisper of winter air—wraps around you, grounding you in a way nothing else can.
“Surprising you,” he murmurs simply.
And then, as though the moment itself conspires with him, the doorbell rings again. You startle, glancing past his shoulder to find a delivery driver standing there, arms full of neatly packed bags.
He exhales a quiet chuckle at your expression, his lips curving. “Dinner,” he explains, handing the driver a tip before turning back to you. His gaze glints with something knowing, something warm. Something entirely him.
“I thought you deserved something special tonight.”
Dinner unfolds in slow, indulgent moments.
The table is set with care, the flickering glow of candlelight turning the space golden. Steam rises from the delicate spread of dishes—saffron-scented risotto, pan-seared scallops draped in butter, warm bread with a crisp crust that crackles as he breaks a piece in half and offers it to you with a knowing smile. The scent of roasted garlic and fresh herbs lingers in the air, mingling with the faint traces of his cologne each time he leans in, his fingers grazing yours as he pours the wine.
Conversation flows as easily as the laughter between sips of deep red merlot. You tell him about the quiet of the week without him, how the apartment felt bigger, colder—though you don’t quite say lonelier. He listens the way he always does, dark eyes intent and absorbing the details as though each word carries weight.
At one point, his thumb brushes the corner of your lips, wiping away a stray crumb. He doesn’t move away immediately. Neither do you.
There is only the warmth of his presence, the richness of the food, and the quiet certainty that you belong here, with him.
Later, when the last of the dishes have been cleared and the remnants of dinner exist only in lingering flavors on your tongue, he takes your hand, guiding you toward the bedroom with an effortless familiarity. From his suitcase, he pulls out a small bag.
“I picked these up while I was away.” His voice is hushed, almost conspiratorial, as he reveals several delicate glass capsules, each filled with shimmering liquid soap in different scents. Lavender, rose, sandalwood. . .
“I thought we could try them together.”
His fingers brush against yours as he hands you one, lingering just long enough to send warmth unfurling beneath your skin. You glance up at him, your heart swelling, a quiet joy pressing against your ribs.
“You really planned all of this?”
His lips quirk, his dark eyes gleaming as he leans in, his breath ghosting against your lips.
“Did you really think I’d let you spend Valentine’s alone?”
⊱ 𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⊰ @the-traveling-poet , @pinkberryfox , 𝑑𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑑 ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭
ᵎ!ᵎ 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑏𝑦 @/cottoncandybtchfck, @/roseschoices, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 [𝑢𝑛𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛] ᵎ!ᵎ
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