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[sleepingelvhen]

The Bat Boys 🦇

A Court of Thorns and Roses NSFW Headcanons [Rhysand, Azriel, and Cassian] Minors DO NOT Interact Masterlist

RHYSAND

As the High Lord of the Night Court, Rhysand has been feared as long as he can remember. Lord of nightmares, Amarantha’s whore, Death Incarnate…he’s heard it all and he’s learned just as well to ignore the daggers the words stabbed into him. His inner circle are the only people he trusts, finding it easier to mask himself with the cold cruelty the world expects. But what if someone sees through that mask? When you look into his hardened gaze and see the kindness beneath – it’s enough to break even him.

SFW

His lips will press into your neck, arms wrapped around your body to keep you held against his chest. It’s impossible to step away, not when he desperately needs to touch you in some way, to keep reminding you that he loves you because he will not dare risk you forgetting. Try to pull away and you’ll find him giggling into your neck, leaving trails upon trails of soft kisses along your neck, your cheek, and into your hair until he tells you no and holds you tighter.

When I tell you this man loves physical affection, I mean you're being cuddled tightly in his sleep, your arm is always hooked into his own, you’re sitting on his lap when he has business to attend to, and every time he sees you, he leaves you with many kisses.

You’re always lavish with gifts. Jewelry placed upon your bed in the morning, chocolates and other snacks always appearing in the kitchen wrapped with ribbons for you. He likes to feed you these snacks, hold you on his lap and press one of the little chocolate truffles into your mouth. He looks so innocent, smiling as he does so. He just wants you to like his gifts, that’s all.

It’s scary to see his face turn cold when the two of you are in public, far away from Velaris. Rhys will keep his arm around your shoulder, body radiating danger to any who approach. One would see a possessive and violent male, keeping his mate so close they could never get away if they tried. But you know it's all an act. Indeed, he’d rather die than let you feel trapped or hurt. It was simply something he had to pull off, keep those within his court afraid and obedient. They respected his strength and coldness, and as such they respected you.

Sometimes it gets a bit too scary. Even you can get caught off guard at the command in his voice, especially when it turns on you. Your playfulness is not fully tolerated, especially when it pushes his cold mask. And with a stern voice telling you to stop, you can’t help but feel a little hurt. He will make it up to you as soon as he can, flying as fast as possible to Velaris, whispering so many apologies and kissing every part of your face so you can forgive him. He promises he’ll make it up to you. He promises.

NSFW

Rhysand loves seeing your face as he rolls his hips, rutting himself inside of you. You can see his face wrought in pleasure, as he stares into your eyes, moving slowly at first, letting you get used to his size. He wanted so much more but he was far from cruel. He coos softly, murmuring gentle praises about how gorgeous you look beneath him, how good you’re doing, taking him so well. But he wants to hear your voice, he wants you to moan and whimper, the sweet honey of your voice would hypnotize him.

He is the dominant one here, loving to be on top, loving to take control. He adores seeing you mewl beneath him, loves how he can grab you and move you around to his heart’s content. He will tease you through the whole way, touching you without reaching the parts you need to be pressed into, licking and kissing you but never letting you have what you want. It brings a cruel smile to his face, as you become putty in his hand.

Make him go completely weak and feral by wearing clothes that barely cover you. Teasing him with how he can nearly see everything, but not enough, the one spot he wants to see is covered with cloth, so tight against your skin. He’s drooling at the sight, and desperate to get you in bed as soon as possible.

Be careful when turning him on. He is unafraid to take you whenever and wherever. In fact, he gets off when people are watching as he’s stroking and rubbing and licking you. Your embarrassment would fuel him even more, loving the pink fluster upon your face, the way your lips tremble as you try not to let your body twitch and shake as he works you into the next orgasm.

And, of course, he will take you in the sky. Focused on flying but seeing you in his arms, legs wrapped around his waist. You're irresistible, so much so that he can’t help but lose control and take you right there. Who cares who sees? Who cares who hears how loud he’s going to make you? All that matters is getting his cock sheathed in you and allowing the canted movement of his wings to carry the two of you through the air as he desperately breeds you.

He’s unafraid to please you, he wants to please you. It doesn’t matter if he gets off or not, he wants his face between your legs, sucking at every sensitive bit, his tongue reaching places that make you scream. Fingers digging into the plush of your thighs, keeping you spread as he slurps up everything he can get. It’s like a fine wine to him, and he can’t get enough.

AZRIEL

Decorated in blue siphon and cloaked in shadow; Azriel is one of the most feared Illyrians in the land. Hidden and quiet within the dark, all the information his to know and no one’s to discover. It’s an understatement to say he’s intimidating, brooding in the corner of almost any room, listening to any gossip he can hear, and gaining even more information from the whispering shadows that coil around his feet, licking at his calves. And yet, as intimidating as he is, you can see the kindness behind his eyes. The desperation for someone to understand who he really was.

SFW

His eyes are always on you, watching over you as often as possible. Protective is an understatement, but he wouldn’t provoke…no, a cold gaze was often enough to ward away anyone who approached you with ill intent. But having him brooding in the corner wouldn’t do. You’d bring out the playfulness in him, grabbing his hands and dragging him into the party. People were uncomfortable but you…he could focus on you. A shadow of a smile was all you needed to know he was okay.

Azriel would be nervous of physical affection at first, worried he’d make you feel uncomfortable, afraid to push you away by moving too fast or coming off as too needy. Even after you’ve shown you’re okay with it, the most you get in public is him standing close in your space, his hand on your shoulder when guiding you or talking to you, or his hand planted on the small of your back, thumb rubbing circles in comfort.

He likes giving you little gifts as well. Almost like a crow, he’ll come up to you with a pretty little gem or stone he found or bought, looking to the side as you accept it. Maybe he’d buy some jewelry for you but he enjoys making you things, little crafting projects that make him think of you. It would be adorable if you taught him how to make cheesy friendship bracelets, the colorful cheap braided creations something he would find joy in making for you.

Do you have a lot to do today? He will offer his help immediately. If he’s not busy, he’s helping you with chores, or even silently doing something he knew you were gonna ‘get to later’. How did he know? Well…he’s a spymaster for a reason and the shadows aren’t just for show.

He loves just spending time with you. You don’t have to do anything together, but being in the same room as you, reading or cuddling, he doesn’t mind. As long as you’re there and you’re together, he’s happy.

Speaking of his little shadows – they adore you. They don’t just act as his little spies, they also show a bit of his own emotions and where he is a little on the edge about showing affection, they are swirling around your ankles, poking your face or curling around your wrist. Like little animals, swaying side to side once they see you, singing a melody only the two of you can hear.

NSFW

When I say this man is the kinkiest fucker. He’s needy and desperate and can’t keep his hands off of you. Squeezing your sides, pulling you roughly beneath him as he straddles you. Breathing in your scent and moaning into your ear, hands groping and stroking any part of you he can find. The way he will lick your inner thigh before searching for more with his mouth, ready to make you moan and writhe beneath him, desiring more than anything to hear your sweet sounds. He’s going in with one goal: to make you forget how to think.

Here’s hoping you are into the same things he’s into. He wants to tie you up, gag you, choke you, pull your hair, leave bite marks all over you, and spank you. And that’s not even all of it. Azriel is taking you in multiple positions, moaning obscenities into your ear, praising you for being such a ‘good slut’, because you take him so fucking well. One large hand wrapped around your throat while the other digs into your hips, crescent shaped marks left in your skin.

Lingerie really fucks with his man. Wearing any lacey, silky, article of clothing makes his mind instantly fog up and there will be no escaping him as he grabs your hand and pulls you towards the bed. He’ll make you keep it on while he pulls it to the side to slot himself in, growling as he fits so perfectly into you, his wings shuddering in pleasure. Grab his wings if the opportunity presents itself, rub them and scratch them, and you’ll hear the loudest moan you’ve ever heard from him.

As quiet as this man is, he has the dirtiest mouth imaginable. He’s insulting you, praising you, telling you what he’s gonna do to you to make you scream, and if it isn’t the hottest thing in the world. Go ahead and struggle, he loves it when you struggle against him, fighting futilely as he drives himself in deeper, holding you down with a grin. 

He knows he’s done well when you start crying from overstimulation or pain. Azriel is licking up your tears, mocking you as he goes harder and faster, laughing darkly into your neck while sucking on the bruises he already made there. 

You know his shadows are playing too. Wrapped around your wrists and ankles, pushing into you like separate appendages. Wherever he isn’t touching, they’re making up for it, and it’s so strange but amazing how they rub against you and push between your lips. Blanketing both of you in the heat of the moment in a cascade of shadows.

Azriel calms down a bit after multiple rounds of this, holding you close and whispering in your ear praises and apologies, worried he hurt you or that you hate him. Run your fingers through his hair and hold him close. You both will need a long bath afterwards, one you will end up sharing, cleaning one another.

CASSIAN

One of the most playful of the bat boys, Cassian is all cocky grins and flirtatious phrases. It’s a mask of sorts, hiding the negativity within him as best as he can. Many are intimidated by him and his strength, being the commander of The Night Court’s armies. Where others may cower from his shining gaze, you don’t see his strength as a trait to hide from. You can see the genuine kindness in his eyes, and the pain he hides below. And as someone he feels he can trust, he is unafraid to be vulnerable.

SFW

With a wide, cocky smile, Cassian will take you everywhere with him. It doesn’t even have to be work-related, and most often has nothing to do with it. You said you want to go see the stars? He’s flying you to the best vantage point, strong arms holding you close to his chest. You wonder what the other courts look like? Guess you’re going on a vacation. And he’s by your side every step of the way.

He loves holding your hand. As mundane as it seems, he loves seeing your small hand captured in his. He’ll be comparing your hand sizes, making fun of you for how small you are compared to him, and kissing your forehead while he keeps your hand entwined with his.

Joking around is his favorite way to show how comfortable the two of you are. He makes fun of you, and you make fun of him. He avoids any topics that would make you uncomfortable, and teases you in only the ways you find funny. He likes to poke your sides, sneak up on you and pick you up, and throw food at you. 

If Cassian’s jokes do go too far, you just have to say so, and you’ll be met with apologies upon apologies. He’ll be sure to avoid whatever hurts your feelings in the future. Jokes and playfulness are meant to be all in good fun, and if you are feeling hurt then he knows he did something wrong.

Now, he may not be overly possessive, but if someone is flirting with you or making you uncomfortable, he is striding up, his arm wrapping around your shoulders while he glares daggers at whoever is even trying. The smile stays on, teeth glinting in a threatening kindness. You can complain and poke fun at him all you want, but he’s not letting anyone think they have a chance with you, not while he’s alive.

Expect long mornings laying in bed, his arm trapping you to his chest as he snores, his nose nuzzling your neck. He likes sleeping in as much as he enjoys training with his brothers. And his love of sleep only increases when you’re involved. “Five more minutes,” he's huffing into your ear, one of his hands covering your eyes. “Go back to sleep.” Any chance of leaving this situation disappears when he drapes his wings over your body like a second blanket, his arms wrapping around your stomach, and he throws his leg over your own.

NSFW

Sleepy morning sex. You’re just waking up, still hazy, and you’re finding yourself trapped in a tight cuddle. And as you struggle to get up for the day, he’s groaning and kissing your neck, slowly waking up. But he starts to press his hardened cock against your ass, his husky voice greeting you with a lust-filled, “good morning,” and you don’t know why you thought you’d be leaving the bed.

Cassian likes to move a bit slowly at first, hands caressing you, his hips rubbing against your body – teasing you in every spot you want him. Maybe he’s being lazy, or maybe he wants to hear you actually beg for it. Because, oh, when you beg for him, he’s smirking and shoving his hand into your bottoms, thick fingers rubbing you in all the right places, hooking inside of you to feel every inch.

And when you moan, he’s chuckling in that deep voice, praising you for your sounds. “Such a pretty noise,” he groans out. “Do that again.” And the more noises you make, the more impatient he gets. Soon enough, he’s pressing you into the mattress, your clothes half pulled off as he’s rolling his hips into you, moaning out in delight as your body wraps around him.

Cassian loves the little noises you make as he fucks you, and they get even more delectable when he pulls your hair. He can’t help how his hips stutter, his body shivering in delight as you gasp out, his hands tugging at the strands of your hair. He swears you tightened around him just then, and he plans to test out if that’s true.

Cassian certainly has a high sex drive, and one that can flare up at any time, often at inopportune times as well. You’re cooking in the kitchen? He’s wondering how you’d look bent over the counter. You’re talking with his brothers? His mind is going wild wondering how you’d feel if he just started touching you in front of them. And don’t think he wouldn’t do it, him and the bat boys have done some things around each other, and he’d be lying if he said the thought of being watched didn’t turn him on.

You want him to go crazy? To lose his mind? Ask him to breed you. Tell him you want to have his babies, and the next surface is where you're being pressed into for the next hour or so. Legs over his shoulders, arms wrapped around your waist, all while he’s rutting himself into you with reckless abandon. He just wants to fill you up and the thought of seeing you pregnant…well, now he needs another round.

Don’t worry about being exhausted afterwards, he’s immediately carrying you to a bath to clean you up. You need warmth for your muscles, and he needs to watch you covered in soap and tease you about what just happened. After your lovely little bath session, your back to cuddling, and falling asleep with him never once letting you go.

[love-jelly]

PROBLEM.

sypnosis: you've always had a problem with shutting your mouth but toji has never had a problem with helping you.

contents: implied breathplay, manhandling, messy, toji can't take a joke, using you (sort of??), & face fucking

word count: 650+

a/n: my first work! hopefully, i'll improve a lot very soon but until then, you can send constructive criticism in my asks! hope you enjoy!! minors dni. ageless / blank / minor blogs will be blocked if seen interacting!

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you've been here before. with toji, you mean. in this predicament, in this situation. tears running down your cheeks, mixing with the drool that sticks to the lower half of your face and some of his thighs. red welts upon your pretty and otherwise unblemished skin. and it started hours ago.

it started at a company dinner, where you got mouthy and started telling people toji couldn't get you off (an obvious lie). you honestly didn't expect people to believe you because you thought it was a funny, easy joke that everyone thought was fake.

what you didn't expect was that toji would hear about it and come to you directly.

"toji, this is so unnecessary, it was just a joke!"

he stops and stares with you, still holding onto your wrist that he had been holding since he dragged you out of the party.

"unnecessary? you wanna act like you don't whine and moan just from fucking yourself on my thigh, baby? you wanna act like just having the tip of my cock in you doesn't make you a mess, begging for more?"

"it was just a joke! i thought it was funny!" you argue with a sweet pout, eyebrows furrowed and a blush lightly covering your face from the lewd descriptions of your rather intimate moments together. "it is funny!" a clearly wrong answer judging from the way he clenches his jaw, continuing to drag you home.

and now. you're at the foot of the bed, knees red from kneeling too long and pussy dripping slick onto the floor, making the floor filthy, just like your mouth.

"cat got your tongue, huh?" he roughly pats your face with one hand. the other is occupied, holding your hair in a messy ponytail, keeping your mouth attached to his cock. "what you can't talk? you were so mouthy earlier, baby" he laughs condescendingly as he finally pulls you off his cock, finally letting you breathe.

"'m sorry, i promise" you weakly whimper. "'m sorry, toji, i swear!" the big droplets tears from your eyes dropping onto your breasts and toji can't recall a time you've ever looked prettier than this. big red lips swollen from being used, your big eyes gazing up at him, begging for forgiveness because that's right, he's in charge, never you. your perfectly molded body (by him) that's just so perfect for him because you belong to him.

"are you really sorry? if you were really sorry, you would've thought beforehand and wouldn't have pulled that shit in the first place," he laughs down at you, as if he didn't, couldn't, wouldn't believe you.

you pout, eyes impossible big with desperation for him to believe you as you start pawing at his thigh desperately. "no! i promise i really won't do it again! i promise! jus' lemme cum, please, toji."

he clicks his tongue in his mouth and pushes you back onto his cock "how am i supposed to believe you, huh? you always end up fucking- embarrassing- me- and you never- fucking- learn-" he emphasizes words through the rough snaps of his hips, filling your throat with more of him.

he feels you whine and cry around him, making vibrations that feed into his pleasure. feeling the tiniest bit of sympathy, he asks in a faux sweet voice, "do you promise this time? really really promise me?"

he pulls you off his cock for a second to allow you to answer him "yesyesyes, please, i'll be good, i'll be so good, promise, toji! just wanna feel you in me" sobs racking your smaller frame, desperate for the relief you’ve been searching for.

he sadistically smirks and you already know you're not gonna get what you really, desperately want. "ride me, then, baby. see if you can make yourself cum on me all on your own. see if this is still funny."

it's not that he can't make you orgasm, he just won't.

(wherein reader always needs toji's help to get her off, whether it be his rough fingers rubbing her clit or him using his knowledge of all your sweet spots to his (or rather your) advantage)

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a/n: honestly, i wrote this with gojo in mind but changed it to toji because i can't really imagine gojo being super physically rough during intimacy on purpose 😭 anyway, thank you for reading! my asks are open for any reqs :')

[ageofhearingloss]

Talk ⎮ Sam Kiszka x Reader

a/n: i've got hozier on the mind, people! sorry! this idea has been banging around in my head for a while, and since i can only write angst, here y'all go (sammy nation, just email me an invoice for your therapy) ((and look at the lyrics to this song!))

thank you @sacredjake for the pic (credit to owner!) and @gold-mines-melting for editing and being my second set of eyes; it truly takes a village lol

pairing: asshole!sam kiszka x fem reader

summary: you hated sam, you really did, but one fateful night he gets under your skin in more ways than one.

warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, minors DO NOT INTERACT!!! angst, alcohol consumption, stubborn mean asshole sammy (my guilty pleasure), petty y/n (she is by no means blameless LOLLLL) degradation, name calling, hate sex, unprotected p in v (please be safe, folks), fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), spanking, choking, pls let me know if i missed anything!

word count: 8.3k

You couldn’t stand his face. The cadence of his voice. The smirk that would splay across his lips when he found another woman to lead on only to inevitably gaslight her and leave her hanging once the night was through. You really couldn’t stand any of it.

And now, posted up on the side of the bar with your friends, you were seeing red watching Sam comb his fingers through some innocent woman’s hair as he leaned in close to her to undoubtedly whisper a slew of nonsense. 

“You know, you really shouldn’t let him get to you as much as he does,” your best friend, Danny, murmured, shaking you from your spiraling thoughts. “He’s way more harmless than he looks.”

You sighed, turning your head back down to the drink in your hands that was now mostly water and melting ice. 

“Did you really have to bring him with you tonight? Like, I know he’s your friend and your brother and all, but-”

Josh clapped you on the back, signifying his return from wherever he scampered off to. 

“That’s right, mama, he’s our brother. Unfortunately, we’ve had to learn how to live with his antics, and you might as well, too.”

The glare you shot Josh had him retreating his hand from your back, slowly backing away with arms raised, signifying his surrender as a chuckling Jake took the spot beside him.

“Yeah, well you might want to give him that pep talk, too, Josh. I know he feels the same way about me as I do him.” Jake’s smile only widened as he brought his glass to his lips, muttering something that wasn’t quite loud enough for your ears to pick up, but earned him a jab in the stomach from his twin.

The blood pulsing through your veins was beginning to turn scalding hot as you turned to take in the scene that was unfolding between Sam and his mystery woman of the night. He now had his arms snaked low around her waist, kissing and nibbling at her ear as she blushed and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. 

“Relax your jaw, honey, you’re gonna give yourself a headache,” Danny cooed from over your shoulder, bringing a reassuring hand to the middle of your back as you continued to stare, imagining lasers darting from your eyes to shoot right through Sam’s head. 

“How can you all tolerate,” you gestured towards Sam, “this? It doesn’t bother you at all? His blatant disrespect for any woman that walks the earth?”

“Of course it bothers us, darling,” Jake started, coming up beside you to watch Sam as well, “but you know Sam. He is never going to quit doing something unless he finds out the hard way for himself, no matter what any of us tell him. One of these days Karma will get him, and I personally can’t wait to watch.” 

He was right, of course, and that was one of the things that drove you craziest about Samuel. Sam was headstrong and stubborn, refusing to listen to any advice given to him and always getting burned in the long run, even if he didn’t realize it at the time. He was arrogant, smug, self-righteous, and always had to have his way, and the thought of him using this poor girl to his own advantage only to gaslight her and leave was about the last thing you could tolerate. 

The worst part of it was that you had always secretly found Sam attractive, and sometimes there would be an all-knowing flash in his eyes when you two were bickering that suggested that perhaps he actually liked getting a rise out of you. The curve of his smirk, the twinkle of his honey-brown eyes, he had to know. And it all pissed you off further. 

You hadn’t realized that you zoned out, still locked on Sam, until his eyes met yours. The woman he had in his arms was now buried in his neck, reciting whatever sweet nothings Sam had definitely spewed to her, and once his gaze found yours, a sinful smile began to creep up on his lips. 

Fuck him. 

Flustered, you turn back to the bar, dropping your head to try to hide your rising blush from Danny and the twins. You had to get out of there. 

“I’m gonna run to the bathroom quick, I’ll be right back,” you explained as you shot off your barstool, knowing that the bathrooms were just past Sam. The company of three hummed in acknowledgement, already deep within a conversation about the studio session they had earlier that day. 

You didn’t know why you felt this way. Sure, you hated the guy, but why was he able to get under your skin so easily? Every action he made ignited a new fire within you, every word that dripped from his plush lips was poison to your ears. And you knew it was childish, but you had to do something to not let that girl be a pawn in another one of Samuel’s selfish chess games. 

You knew it was extremely childish as you approached the couple, slightly hip-checking Sam as you stormed past, causing a gasp to tumble from him as he bumped into the woman before him, causing him to spill his drink down her front. You didn’t stop to apologize even though your right mind was telling you to turn around and grovel on your hands and knees for forgiveness; no, you continued on your path to the ladies restroom, a satisfied smirk playing on your lips. 

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You were leaning over the sink touching up your lipstick when the faint click of the lock sounded from the door. Through the reflection in the mirror, you could see Sam entering the bathroom and turning the lock before he settled his weight up against the wood, arms crossed and a purely sour look on his face. 

“I believe you’re looking for the room next door, Samuel,” you started, placing the cap back on the bullet and straightening before the mirror, tousling your hair slightly. You needed to keep your hands busy; you’ve never seen him this angry and you knew you should be nervous, but you were too busy damning yourself for the heat that flooded to your face and the sudden clenching of your thighs. He was pissed. Good. 

“That was a low blow, even for you.” His voice was gravelly and hoarse, any semblance of playfulness worlds away from the shitty dive bar that you two occupied. You watched Sam as he shoved off the door, stalking towards where you stood only to stop short a few feet behind, his eyes burning into your reflection. “I could’ve sworn there was a hint of jealousy in your eyes when you were admiring me from across the room.”

Your stare darkened and your jaw tensed. 

“You can only be jealous of something you want, Sam, and the last thing I want to be is your conquest for the night.” 

The sides of his mouth twitched in what you could’ve sworn was going to be a smile, but he masked his amusement quickly as he inched closer to you, a lion stalking its prey. 

“You’re really telling me you just happened to trip and fall into me, doll?” The nickname left his lips with a condescending tilt of his head. “I’m not as stupid as you think I am.”

Having had enough, you dropped his glare, throwing your lipstick in your bag and whirling around to face him, leaning your weight slightly on the countertop behind you. 

“Fine,” you relented, crossing your arms, “but it was never because I was jealous, let me make that fucking clear. It’s because you’re one of the biggest self-righteous assholes that I have ever met and I couldn’t watch you ruin yet another woman's night beyond some club soda spilled on her shirt.”

“I’m pretty sure I was about to make her whole night, Y/n, not ruin it.”

“Really?” You were certain steam was coming out of your ears at this point. “What was going to be your excuse tonight, hm? Telling these people exactly what they want to hear despite your worst intentions,” you dared a step closer to him, “deceiving them, convincing them that you want “the exact same thing” that they do, when all you want is a pretty plaything to warm your dick.” One more step closer. “Making them all trust you before you leave in the middle of the night and block their number, never to be seen again.” You were close enough to him now that you pressed your index finger to his chest as you seethed through clenched teeth, “You make me fucking sick.”

His hand wrapped around your wrist in a vise-like grip, hatred and something that looked like lust dancing in his eyes as he brought his face inches away from yours. “You could only wish that you were the pretty plaything I get to warm my dick with.”

That was the last thing you thought he’d say and it was obvious by how your jaw hung open, causing a low chuckle to rumble out of Sam’s chest. He threw your wrist down as he straightened and turned on his heel, heading for the door. 

With his fingers about to turn the lock, he threw you a glance over his shoulder,

“And you’ll catch flies in your mouth with that dumb ass look on your face.”

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Trying to settle your racing thoughts, you stalked back to where your friends sat at the bar, seemingly far more intoxicated now than when you had left them. You laughed under your breath as you approached them, setting your bag down on the bar and reclaiming your stool. 

“Daniel called Jake “Little Man” so Jake bet Daniel that he can hold his liquor better than him even though he’s shorter,” Josh leaned over to explain, a Cheshire cat grin on his face, “so now they’re in a pissing contest.” 

“Oh no,” you chuckled out, rubbing your hand in small circles on Danny’s back as Jake stuck his tongue out at him, “you know Jake can drink you under the table any day.”

Danny tilted his head to blink up at you, his eyes impossibly droopy. “I had to at least try, honey,” he managed to slur out, that dopey smirk you’ve come to love so much making an appearance.  “And you’ll never, EVER, succeed, you prick!” Jake shouted in his British accent as he slammed his hand down on the sticky counter, earning genuine belly laughs from the entire group and annoyed groans from the other patrons in the bar.

Josh hurriedly hopped off his stool, going to place an arm around his twin's shoulder. “And with that,” he shook Jake a little bit, “I think it’s our time to leave.” He coaxed Jake off of his stool, albeit a tad reluctantly, and closed their tab with the bartender. Josh turned to you, “I’ll get him home, do you think you can manage Daniel?”

“Yeah, do you think you can manage me?” Danny hiccupped, trying to get off his stool and stumbling a bit. “Yes, you big lug,” you wrapped your arm around his torso, making sure his own was secured around your shoulders as you tried to support his weight, “and I’ve dealt with you in far worse situations.”

He giggled as the two of you waved goodbye to the twins, Josh laughing as Jake staggered out of the front door. 

“Alright,” you turned your attention back to Danny, “you ready to go? You’re gonna crash on my couch, I don’t trust you to be out of my sight.” He let out a shocked gasp, his free arm moving to clutch at his chest in faux disbelief before he blurted out, “Sammy.”

Ugh, that’s right. Where the fuck was he?

You groaned as you scanned the bar, seeing Sam tucked away in a booth nearby with a new woman, the previous one shooting daggers from her eyes at him from her spot in a booth not too far away. You still had your arm wrapped around Danny as you barked out, “Sam! We’re leaving!”

Sam looked over at you with disgust, clearly upset that you interrupted him once again before he saw Danny tucked in your grip. 

“Ooooooh Sammy boy, it’s time to go hooooommeee!” Danny yelled in his best sing-song voice, and you watched in awe as Sam’s face shifted from anger and attitude to one of fondness and humor. He smiled at his friend, the admiration in his eyes shining through.

If only he could act this way with everyone. 

“Okay, okay asshole, I’m coming,” Sam laughed back from his seat, dismissing himself from his companion and swaggering over to you and Danny. Without saying another word, he pulled Danny’s other arm around his shoulders, the two of you supporting the weight of the drunken curly-haired man between you. 

Sam leaned forward a bit to catch your attention, “So, what's the plan?”

“I’m gonna take him to my place, get some Alka-seltzer in him before he passes out on the couch,” you explained. You appreciated that you both could drop the act for a second, more concerned about helping your mutual friend than bickering. “If you could just help me get him to my car, that’d be great.”

Sam nodded his understanding, but asked, “And are you going to be able to get him up the stairs to your apartment by yourself?” He had a good point, the stairs to your place were treacherous being that you lived on the fourth floor, the stairwell full of angled turns that you were sure you’d have to drag Daniel up. 

You sighed, “Probably not, would you mind helping me?”

Danny chimed in, “I can walk up the stairs just fine, thank you very much,” trying his best to convince you both but the tripping of his feet told you everything you needed to know. 

Sam smirked with a hint of fire in his eyes, intentionally ignoring Danny’s plea, “I thought you’d never ask.”

~~~~~~

“C’mon Danny, just a few more flights,” you begged, Danny dragging along like dead weight between you and Sam. Thankfully, the ride home had been bearable, Sam too focused on his friend to pay any attention to you as you drove. You were grateful for that fact, definitely less than pleased that Sam would be stepping through the threshold of your home even if it was for a good cause. The other men had been to your place plenty of times, but you had a strict rule about not letting Sam over. Didn’t want his energy in your space. 

“You got this, Dan, come on buddy,” Sam chimed in with you, readjusting Danny’s arm around his shoulder, hauling him up the stairs. Finally, you made it to the landing where your front door stood, and you shimmied out from under Danny’s arm as you fumbled for your keys. 

“I love you guys,” Danny mumbled out, wrapping his now-free arm around Sam and bringing him into a bear hug that had Sam laughing. You couldn’t help but chuckle too; your best friend was a sentimental drunk. 

“Yeah, we love you too, you flirt,” Sam said, clapping his hand on the man's back as you unlocked the door and held it open for them to stumble through. “I’m not a flirt,” you heard Danny say, almost unintelligible as they passed you and headed over to the couch, thankfully not too far from your front door. You watched for a minute as Sam set Danny down on the cushions, then immediately crouched down in front of his friend and began untying the laces of Danny’s beat up Vans.

You remembered Danny’s words from earlier that night: “He’s way more harmless than he looks.” Maybe he was right, but it would take a whole lot more than that to convince you that Sam was a genuinely good person. 

‘Would take a whole personality change, you thought as you shut and locked the front door. 

“Can you get him situated? I’m gonna grab him some water and meds,” you called, already heading towards your kitchen. Sam waved you off, which you took as a ‘yes’, and left the room. As you rummaged through your cupboards, you reminded yourself of all the things you disliked about Sam; you weren’t going to let this one act of kindness get to you. Besides, you’ve witnessed some truly despicable things from him. 

Plopping two antacid tablets in a cup of water, you hurried back to the living room, seeing that Danny was now horizontal on your couch, his head propped up behind a couple of decorative pillows. Sam grabbed a blanket from the basket that sat on the floor and draped it over him before sitting on the arm of the couch by Danny’s feet. Making your way over to your friend, you saw that his eyes were closed, already dozing off. You scratched his head lightly, causing his eyes to open a smidge. 

“Take a couple sips of it, then you can go to sleep,” you cooed, his hand coming up to grab the cup and bringing it to his lips. “Thanks, honey,” he whispered after drinking half the glass and handing it back to you, smiling up at you as he laid his head back on the pillow. You leaned over to set the cup on the end table by Danny’s head, then moved to kneel next to the couch, running your fingers through his hair to coax him to sleep. His eyes immediately drifted shut, and soon enough his breathing evened out, faint snores coming from his slightly parted lips. You smiled to yourself, purposefully forgetting that the man you despised sat no more than 10 feet away from you, watching silently as you took care of his friend. Sleep wasn’t too far off for you, either, and you desperately needed to get out of your clothes and into something comfy, but before you could get up, Sam cleared his throat, reminding you of his presence.

“I’m gonna stay with him for a little while longer, if that’s okay with you,” he said softly, not a hint of the usual arrogance in his tone. You blinked at him, a little stunned by the kindness of the gesture and the gentleness of his words. “Oh come on, Y/n, I know I’m a dick but I’m not that heartless.”

And there’s the asshole I know. 

You stood, stretching a bit before landing your eyes on him again. “You can do whatever you want, I’m gonna go get ready for bed. You can let yourself out when you’re ready.” Not bothering to wait for an answer, you turned on your heel and started towards your bedroom; you weren’t too interested in what he had to say anyways. 

To your dismay, sleep completely evaded you the second your head hit the pillow. Teeth brushed, face washed and in a big, comfy t-shirt, you tossed and turned in your bed, finally deciding to turn back on your salt lamp. Josh had told you once or twice that it’s better to get up and do something if you can’t sleep rather than just stare at the ceiling, so you decided to heed his advice. 

You checked the time on your phone; it had been an hour or so since you left the boys in your living room. You knew Danny would sleep through the night no problem, and you could have sworn that you heard the front door slam a half hour ago, signifying Sam’s departure. 

You locked your phone and put it back on your nightstand. 

Sam. 

You flipped on your back and huffed out a sigh; you couldn’t believe that he had been in your apartment. Reliving the events from the night, your blood began to heat again, remembering just how infuriating he had been at the bar. How rude he had been to those women. How hot you had found it that he locked the both of you in the bathroom, and how your thighs clenched when he grabbed your wrist. 

How could you be this attracted to a man you despised? It made your anger grow tenfold, trying desperately to convince yourself that he did not have this effect on you, that you were simply tired and touch-deprived and that was the reason why your mind was stooping so low. But the more that you thought about him from the sanctuary of your bed, the needier you became. It was just physical attraction, right? There’s nothing wrong with that, you repeated in your mind, knowing damn well that you were going to beat yourself up in the morning for what you were about to do. 

Alright Josh,  I’ll do something, you thought as you opened the drawer on your nightstand, grabbing your vibrator that kept you company on nights like these. 

Back bowing off the mattress, you held your breath as your eyes screwed shut, your release just out of arm's reach. Thoughts of Sam swirled in your mind's eye, imagining the way his guitar fingers would feel pressed into the canvas of your skin, the song your name would sound like when it dripped from his lips. Your orgasm was speeding towards you, the wave cresting and about to crash, when the sound of your bedroom door shutting snapped you back to reality. 

Your eyes shot open as you bolted straight up, your vibrator still buzzing away beneath the bed sheets. 

“Please, don’t stop on my behalf.”

Sam stood with his back pressed against your door, a mirror image of his actions from earlier. Arms crossed, a devilish smirk on his face that you wish you could smack right off. And you would get up to do it if only you were wearing pants. 

“GET OUT!” You hissed, your vision blurry with rage as you chucked your pillow at him with little thought. He side-stepped it easily, not paying the plush fabric any mind.

“In my defense, I knocked,” his head tilted up so he could look down his nose at you, “twice. Seems like you were too preoccupied to hear me.”

“Sam, I told you to get out! Why are you still here, anyways?” You fumbled for your vibrator under the sheets, finally switching it off, shrouding your room in silence. 

“Well,” he shoved off the door, eyes still glued to you, “I was coming to ask you if there was a pot or bowl or something I could set next to Dan in case he needed to throw up.” He made it to the foot of your bed, looking down at your exposed leg that was visible from beneath your blankets and slowly trailed his gaze to your beet-red face. 

You pulled the blankets so your bottom half was completely covered, “There are things underneath the kitchen island, okay? Just please, for the love of god, get out of my fucking room!” You yelled at him; you desperately needed him to leave so you could focus on your breathing and not on the wetness collecting on the insides of your thighs. 

But Sam clearly had other plans as he sat at the foot of your bed, not bothering to say a word for what felt like ages. 

“Bet I could do a better job than that bit of plastic.” 

What? Were you hearing him correctly?

Your eyebrows shot up as you tried to find words, but his statement had shocked your brain into malfunction.

“I’m just saying,” he glanced at the lump underneath the blankets next to you, to the toy that hid beneath, “I’m right here. And I could do a better job.”

“Are you fucking serious right now, Sam?”

His smirk dropped and was replaced by a sternness that you’ve never seen from him as he leaned ever so slightly closer to you. 

“That depends, are you considering it?”

“No way, I fucking hate you!” You tried to whip your other pillow at him but he caught it effortlessly, holding your stare with an eyebrow raised. 

Of course you were considering it, you had been seconds away from your own release that was brought on by lewd thoughts of him, and now that he sat at the edge of your bed, looking positively sinful… How could you not consider?

“Likewise, but I’ve seen the way you look at me. You think I don’t notice, but I do.” The smirk came back. That stupid, gut-wrenching smirk. “And I think I’ve made myself clear about what I think of you.”

“And what do you think of me, Samuel?” That piqued your interest, subconsciously mirroring his actions and leaning your body closer to his.

His voice was a low rumble in his chest as his gaze flickered between your eyes and your lips. 

“I think you’re a brat, you’re entitled.” Suddenly, he was shifting his position, climbing onto your bed on his hands and knees.

“You have a big mouth.”

He moved closer to you. 

“You ruin my fun.”

Closer still.

“I can’t fucking stand that you’re close with my brothers.”

Closer.

“I fucking despise being around you,”

His arms encased your legs on either side of them, his head mere inches away from yours, and just barely a whisper, he breathed,

“And yet I dream of all the pretty noises I could coax out of you while you’re in my bed.” He glanced down at his hands and grabbed the sheets, “Or your bed, apparently.” 

“You talk a big game as if you didn’t just say you think about fucking me,” you said lowly, thankfully your voice steadier than how you truly felt. “I can see it in your eyes when you're spouting your stupid shit to me, even before you admitted it.”

Sitting up further on the bed, you pressed your back against your headboard, having more room now that your pillows were scattered remains on the floor. Your confidence swelled; the man you hated had just revealed that he dreamt of having you, taking you, and you weren’t going to let that bit of information go to waste. 

“You know what I think, Sam? I think there’s a different reason why you can’t keep a girl longer than one night,” you mused, crossing your arms and feigning disinterest. 

“And what would that be, doll?” 

It was your turn to look down your nose at him, causing that wicked grin to crawl upon his features. 

“You’re a little attention whore. You want these girls to want you, and once they do, you get bored. Such a fucking asshole. You want them to think about you, to get all hot and bothered by you, and you toy with their hearts cause you truly don’t want any of them, do you?”

Sam was back hovering over you in an instant, one of his hands gripping your cheeks so your lips puckered slightly, his eyes searing into your soul as your own were blown wide. 

“Tell me what I want.”

You tilted your chin up a little more, your nose nearly brushing his as you fixed your stare; it was your turn for a devilish smile. 

“You’ve always wanted me, haven’t you?”

His hand left your cheek in favor of caressing your jawline, his slender fingers pausing underneath your chin as he brought his face ever closer to yours as you asked, “Do you wanna fuck me?”

Genuine amusement shown on his features for a split second before he regained his composure, humor still dancing in the chocolate of his eyes,

“I really want to, doll, but you know that.” His thumb brushed against your lips; the gentleness that would pop up here and there was still surprising you, being as it wasn’t something you were used to. Maybe if you had paid more attention to him you would have picked up on it, but you were never interested in getting to know him more than the bare minimum. Maybe until now… “Do you want to?”

Was this really happening? You knew you wanted him, needed him, badly, but what would happen tomorrow? A week from now when you inevitably would see him at the bar? Oh god, and Danny was still asleep on your couch not too far away… 

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” He whispered. 

“Yes, I want you to fuck me, Sam.”

His face darkened nearly instantaneously, the leash on his composure snapping. The light hand underneath your chin traveled quickly to your throat, and you felt his calloused fingers squeeze the sides of your neck as he breathed into your ear, 

“Yellow, we slow down and talk. Red, we stop altogether.” You sucked a sharp inhale through your nose; you couldn’t believe how excited you were. “Or tap me three times, I’ll know what it means.”

He didn’t have to look down at your body to feel you squirming in place, for he knew exactly what he was doing to you. And when you felt his lips curl into a smile against the shell of your ear, the leash holding you back snapped as well. 

“Green.”

That was all he needed. Before you knew it, Sam had let go of your throat with a hint of force, hopping up to yank you to the foot of the bed by your ankles, bringing you to lay flat on your mattress. He rolled his eyes as a faint gasp escaped you, every movement he made shocked you slightly. Straightening to his full height, he began removing his clothes, and you propped yourself up on your elbows to watch his display; you’ve never even seen him shirtless before. 

The outfit he wore tonight was one of your favorites- a pair of black slacks that fit him a little too tightly, not that you were complaining, and a cream colored corduroy button up, buttoned only at his navel, a page out of his older brother's book. A small, navy crystal in the shape of a triangle hung as a pendant around his neck. Simple, but elegant. You could see he was unbelievably hard already, straining in the confines of his pants, and secretly you knew he was getting off on watching you watch him, only further confirming his need and love for attention. 

He forwent unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and pulled it over his head in one swift motion, revealing his slim, tanned torso. It felt nice to have an excuse to marvel at his beauty, to take a moment to really look at him without any malcontent. 

“Like what you see, princess?”

Nevermind. 

You flopped back down on the bed, causing your t-shirt to hike up a little higher. The blankets and sheets were still hiding you from him so he couldn’t see your exposed skin, but you were growing impatient, ready to throw them off of you. Ready to pull Sam on top of you. The mental notes you had taken suggested that if you pushed the right buttons, he’d easily give you what you wanted. 

“You ruin everything when you speak, Samuel,” you sighed, doing your best to look disappointed. 

His eyebrows shot up as he tied his hair back in a low bun; the feral look in his eyes told you that he wasn’t going to tolerate much more. 

Good. 

Ripping the blankets off of your body, he threw them to the floor. The cool air in your bedroom lapped at your bare legs, sending a kiss straight to your core. And then he was pinning your legs open with both of his knees, his hands planted on either side of your head, bits of hair already falling from his bun and curtaining your vision. 

“You’re such a fucking tease, princess.” He dipped his chin to his chest to assess the mess that had already gathered at the apex of your thighs. “And you’re already so wet for me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, did you forget-”

“Forget about this?” He reached across your mattress to grab your vibrator, cold and lonely. “How could I?”

The teasing was becoming unbearable and you debated whether you should just toss him out of your room and get back to your night with your trusty toy. 

“Can you either shut up or put your mouth to good use?” You huffed. 

A saccharine smile as he bent closer, a promise of a kiss as he whispered, “I intend to take my time with you, to make you scream and wake poor Daniel up.”

He was about to capture your lips with his and as much as you wish he would, your annoyance was still at the forefront of your mind. Since both of your hands were free, you used one to clamp over his mouth, his eyes shooting open in surprise. 

“Ah ah ah,” you tutted, “I don’t think you’ve earned that privilege.” You turned on your best set of doe eyes as you cooed, “Find another use for your mouth.”

Sam playfully nipped at the palm of your hand before rising on his knees, stretching your legs even further, a look of pure wonder as he observed you spread out for him. He dropped your toy in favor of using his hands to roam over your body, tugging at the hem of your shirt that was now bunched up on your hips. You helped him pull it over your head, and once his hands were free of the fabric, they were sweeping over your skin anywhere he could touch; swiping his thumbs on the smooth skin underneath your breasts, running his fingers over your ribs and down the sides of your waist, until they landed on on the divots where your hips met your thighs. And he stole the air out of your lungs as he breathed to himself, “Stunning.”

But he moved on quickly, moving to lay flat on his stomach in between your legs, picking up your vibrator in his left hand. Catching your stare as he lowered his mouth to where you needed him most, he shot you a wink before diving into your cunt, sending a long stripe from his tongue from your entrance up to your clit. It all happened so quickly, and you gasped as your head shot back onto the mattress, hands flying to the silky roots of his hair. 

He hummed against you immediately, causing delicious vibrations to shoot straight through your system. Stars were illuminating the backs of your eyelids as he devoured you with a fervor no partner has ever rivaled, and you silently cursed him, knowing that you would unfortunately be craving this night after night. 

The pleasure was short lived, however, as he withdrew his lips that were attached to your clit. You lifted your head up and shot him a look of utter annoyance, only to then hear the faint buzzing of your vibrator. 

“Didn’t you say you could do a better job than that thing?”

“Yes, and I am,” he smirked, using his free hand to trace your entrance and gather your slick on his fingers. He held them up to show you, “I just thought since you wanted to cum so badly with it, I’d have to make you.”

Your groan of distaste quickly turned more guttural as he pressed the silicone directly on your throbbing clit. A dark chuckle rang out through your room as he watched you begin to writhe on the mattress, your hands gripping the sheets as if your life depended on it. There was no build up; he had turned your toy to its highest setting and pressed it against you with enough pressure to send you into oblivion. Your moans continued to grow louder, your orgasm nearer to you than you had estimated. 

The fingers on his free hand began dancing around your dripping entrance, and you forced your eyes open to watch as he slid two fingers inside you, curling them to the perfect angle that caused his name to tumble past your lips. 

“Shhh…” he started condescendingly, “What would Daniel think? Hearing you be such a fucking whore for me.” You whimpered, trying to quiet yourself and prolong the inevitable release that would soon crash into you. “What is it he always calls you?” His tone was mocking, his eyes blown with lust and his mouth slightly agape. Until he snapped his eyes to yours, “Honey?”

“D-don’t,” you whined, but your body betrayed you as you clenched around his fingers. 

“Oh, you just love it when he calls you that, don’t you? I can’t wait to tell him what it does to you.” His fingers sped up their pace as your thighs began to tremble, your walls fluttering around him. “C’mon, give it up, honey, I know you’re there.”

Your back bowed off the mattress for the second time tonight, eyes screwing shut as the ball of tension in your stomach finally snapped and you were clamping around his fingers, vibrator still buzzing away with all its might. 

“That’s it, princess, cum for me,” he cooed, slowing his fingers but not taking the toy away as he watched in awe while you rode out your orgasm, twisting and turning on the mattress beneath him. 

It wasn’t long before overstimulation had you in its grasp, and you grabbed his wrist with more force than you thought you had in you, silently begging him to let up. He looked at you, batting his eyelashes, and you prepared yourself for more nonsense to fall from his lips. 

“I thought you wanted to cum so badly?”

“Sam, please,” you admitted defeat, “I can’t do another.” Steadying yourself with deep breaths through your nose, pleading with your eyes for him to show you mercy.

But your jaw dropped as he genuinely laughed at you, a malicious sounding noise filling the space. 

“Told you you’d catch flies with that dumb ass look on your face.” He finally withdrew both the toy from your oversensitive clit and his fingers from inside you, bringing the digits to your open mouth and placing them on your tongue. You hollowed out your cheeks instantly, tasting yourself and humming around his fingers. 

“Who knew that such a brat would end up being so good for me.”

That wasn’t going to slide, and he knew he made a mistake when he caught the mischievous glint in your eyes mere moments before you bit down on his fingers. However, your plan backfired, and before you knew it, the same hand was wrapped around your throat again, anger written plainly on his face. 

“I’m getting real fucking sick of your attitude, Y/n. You should be on your knees thanking me that I let you cum.” Your eyes narrowed, his words causing your own annoyance to ignite once again. “Actually, that’s what you’re going to do. Hands and knees.”

He released his iron grip and yanked you up to a sitting position, but all you could bring yourself to do was cross your arms. 

“Let me? You’re the one who barged into my room and ruined everything.”

“On your hands and knees, now.”

Oh, this was too much fun. And you let him know so with a smirk curling on your lips. 

“Make me.”

His arms were around you in an instant, hauling you up and effectively flipping you onto your stomach with a slight bounce off the mattress. Your hair caught around your eyes and in your mouth at how swift the motion was, and felt his hands wrap around your belly and lift up, forcing you to hold your weight with your hands and knees. Your own curiosity had you biting back your witty retort; you were intrigued to know if he would hold onto this dominant streak. 

His weight left the mattress as you huffed in exasperation, trying to pretend you were growing bored even though you were anything but. And when you heard the faint unzipping of his pants, you couldn’t help but crane your neck over to where he was, catching him just in time to watch him free his length from his briefs and kick off his pants. Fuck, he was positively huge, and of course every single part of him was beautiful. 

He vanished from your vision quickly and you felt him kneel behind you, causing your heart rate to quicken. However, he didn’t move to touch you. 

“I’m growing tired, Samuel,” you pretended to yawn, “if you don’t hurry up and fuck me, I’m gonna have to ask you to leave-”

His fist was in your hair immediately, pulling you up so your back was flush with his chest. 

“For the sake of both of us,” he hissed into your ear, “I suggest you drop the act, princess.”

Your world was spinning as he threw you back onto the mattress, one of his large hands splaying across your back and pushing you even further into it, causing your ass to rise in the air. 

“You’re going to take what I give you.” A gasp left your lungs as his free hand landed a sharp smack against the side of your thigh, “And you’re going to be fucking grateful for it.” Another harsh smack, this one directly on the flesh of your ass. 

“If you think for a second,” smack, “about spouting your bullshit,” smack, “I’ll make sure you regret it.” He began running his hand over the red, swollen skin, soothing the bruises that were sure to make their appearance tomorrow. 

“Color?” Softness returned to his voice, the calluses on his fingertips lightly moving to trace your shoulder blades. 

“Green,” you gritted out, “green, you fucking asshole, keep going.”

The dominance switched back in an instant, his hands flying to your ass cheeks and spreading you wide open. The display had you clenching around nothing, ever eager for him to finally fill you up. 

“How sweet,” he cooed, gripping his cock and running the tip through your folds, gathering up your wetness and smearing it along his length, “she’s blowing me kisses.”

The words you were about to let fly caught in your throat as he slowly pushed into you, stretching you in a delicious way that your body had never felt before. The two of you groaned in tandem; you could feel him pulsating as he bottomed out, stilling for a moment to let you get used to his size. You hated to admit it, but it felt like he was made for you; no one had fit so perfectly inside you. 

“Fuck, Y/n, you feel incredible.” His harsh attitude was faltering, you could tell, as he leaned forward to brush your hair out of your eyes, your head turned to the side with your cheek against the mattress. You would’ve found it endearing, if it were anyone but him, and you let him know that fact with a look of annoyance from out of your peripheral. 

“Move, you bastard.” Once again, playing the game to get what you want. And with a hand pressing the side of your face into the mattress, he started on a gruelingly harsh pace that had moans tumbling from your mouth with reckless abandon. 

The sound of skin slapping against itself filled the room, accompanied by Sam’s filthy words and your pathetic moans. He was drilling into you with every ounce of power in his body, and you imagined how heavenly he must look with sweat dripping down his chest and his eyebrows knitted together. You would’ve turned to look back at him had your eyes not been rolled back into your skull, your groans and pleas becoming an endless mantra that only spurred him on further. 

Finally, he enveloped both of your wrists within a hand, tugging you upwards so that your back was sticking against his chest, the new angle causing you to yelp out a curse of his name. Your head lulled back onto his shoulder, and he took the opportunity to nip at your ear as he continued his murderous pace. 

“Look at you,” he panted into your ear, “you’re cock drunk on me already.” He groaned as you twisted your hands free, snaking them back into his drenched hair. You could tell he was getting close to his release, his thrusts beginning to falter ever so slightly, and that thought had you clenching down around him, ready to drain him of everything he was worth. 

“Shit, honey, if you keep doing that, I won’t last much longer,” he whined, trailing a hand down your front and settling to rub fast circles around your clit. 

“Don’t-” you gasped, trying to get your words out, “don’t call me honey.” 

He huffed a breath in your ear, “I think we’re well past that-” His circles quickened, your thighs beginning to shake as you could see your own orgasm on the horizon. 

You needed to spur him on one last time. You needed him to continue his pace. You needed to get in one more jab before you both reached your end. And by some miracle, you found your voice. 

“Fuck, Sam! God, I fucking hate you-”

His hips bucked and he let out the most obscene moan you had heard from him all night, one that would forever be cemented in your brain. “Fuck, say that again, Y/n,” he breathed, pushing you back against the mattress so he had more leverage to pound into you, fingers still working your clit. 

Your eyes screwed shut as you gripped the sheets, the leash on your release about to snap.

“I-” His hand landed another sharp slap against your ass, causing you to gasp and clamp down hard on his cock, the words dying on your tongue. 

“Please, say it again, I’m so fucking close.”

“Sam,” you whined, “I’m gonna cum, please keep going.”

“Say it,” he seethed, his pace not relenting even though you could hear him panting.

Tears were brimming in your eyes, and you could feel them spill over as you choked out, 

“I fucking hate you.”

You could feel him swelling inside you, his breathing turning into pitchy moans. 

“Where can I-”

“Inside, do it.”

That was the last bit of convincing he needed before he bent over you, sheathing himself even further as he spilled inside of you, a string of curses mixing in with praises of your name. Hearing your name fall so freely and adoringly from his lips caused your own orgasm to finally crash into you, turning your vision white and your ears to ring. You could faintly hear him hiss as you clenched and fluttered around his sensitive cock, but your body and mind were floating, skin prickling and tingling as he rode you through your high. 

Hands massaging your shoulders kept you tethered to the earth, bringing you back into your mind as you began to settle, your chest heaving and your throat a bit hoarse from the volume of your moans. 

“Come back to me princess, come on,” he wiped your brow, coaxing your eyes to flutter open. Once he saw that you were present in your body, he withdrew from you, causing you both to shudder and wince. 

After a few long minutes of catching your breath, he stood, rummaging through the pile of clothes, pillows, and blankets that were strewn across the floor. Plucking up your sleep shirt you had been wearing not too long ago, he brought it over to you, kneeling on the bed to wipe up your mixed releases that had begun to collect on your thighs and bed sheets. 

You hissed through your teeth; you were a lot more sensitive than you had thought you’d be, surely going to be sore in the morning. 

“You really had to use my shirt for this? I have towels in the bathroom.”

He smiled to himself, an action he didn’t think you would catch as you watched him clean you up. 

“Glad to see your attitude hasn’t changed.”

Once he was satisfied with his work, he shoved off the bed, chucking the shirt back onto the floor and grabbing his clothes, beginning to dress himself. 

“Plus,” he started as he buttoned his pants, glancing at you with that nonchalance you hated, “now you have something to remember me by.”

You scoffed, not bothering to get into it with him in favor of watching him pull his shirt back over his head, ridding his hair of the tie that bound it. You were waiting for the self-loathing to set in; waiting for the guilt of giving in to your desires, but you felt none of it. Instead, you felt a tad grateful, in some messed up way, that he had caught you in the act tonight because it caused the two of you to release an arsenal of pent up emotions you harbored for each other. 

Once he was dressed, he strode over to the bed and knelt down on the floor, choosing to smooth out your hair and trail his fingers down your spine. You hummed in approval, the slight massage lulling you closer and closer to sleep. His eyes shone with a new emotion; you couldn’t detect the same distaste that always was dancing within them when he looked at you. There was lust there, and a certain seriousness that you didn’t recognize, but you welcomed it. 

He surprised you for one last time as he bent down and placed a gentle kiss to your cheek, smoothing the skin with his thumb after he pulled away. You couldn’t help but smile up at him as he straightened to his full height.

“That certainly didn’t feel like you hate me, Samuel,” you called as you watched him make his way to your bedroom door, somewhat eager for him to leave so you could finally get to sleep. 

“Well,” he breathed, sending a smirk over his shoulder as he turned the handle, “imagine being loved by me.”

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The Other Side Of The Door (Ganyu/Reader NSFW)

Characters: Ganyu x F!Reader.

Warnings: NSFW !! This is for 18+ years old users. If you're a minor, please refrain from interacting. This content isn't for you.

Notes: Hi !! Thank you for being here <3 I just posted this work on ao3 and I wanted to share it with you all :) Feel free to check it out in (this link!) if you happen to be interested! It’s nsfw with Ganyu in a very wholesome, comforting but very explicit way. 

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It started off so silly.

Ganyu had accidentally scraped her knee during work. She was carrying a box when she tripped and fell. She argued it was no big deal, but you immediately had her sit down in her office. You kneeled in front of her, your fingers carefully ghosting her skin, cleaning the wound, pouring warmth. You looked up from your position between her slightly parted legs and drew a smile.

Butterflies.

Something quietly bloomed in Ganyu’s lower belly and spread through her veins like wildfire, making her head all tingly from just that.

She had kept working all the same after that, as if that moment never happened, but something shifted in her chest, taking root between her ribs.

You had been dating for a couple of months now. To Ganyu’s request, you’ve barely done anything more than a few stolen kisses and the occasional more heated sessions, but it has never gone past that. And you were okay with taking things slow, as long as Ganyu was content with it.

And she was, really.

Until that incident happened. 

From that moment on, Ganyu hasn’t been able to forget how she felt— Your hands gently holding her legs, the look in your eyes from beneath her, your innocent smile and the way her whole body trembled at that.

Now, when you kiss her, she wants more.

When you embrace her, she wants more.

When you hold her close at night, she wants more.

The realization knocks the breath from her lungs. She wants you. Selfishly. She wants to kiss you and run her fingers through your hair. She has denied herself the pleasures of courtship for thousands of years now. But she can’t possibly say that to you now, can she? Not when she was the one who asked to take things slow. Ganyu wonders if that makes her a bad person.

She spends the next couple of days fidgeting, running around the idea in her head in circles, unsure on how to bring up the subject with you.

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She’s walking down the Harbor, on her way to fill some paperwork with some of the vendors when she finds Beidou.

“Captain!” Ganyu greets her. “It’s so good to see you here. I take it the Crux is taking some time off today?”

“Hahah, wouldn’t my crewmen like that!” Beidou lets out a strong laugh. “No, we’re just getting a bunch of wares and merchandise to transport to Inazuma. Now that the borders are opening again, there’s a high demand for pretty much everything. You know how it is.”

Ganyu nods. “Yes, I suppose.” 

“So, what’s going on with you?” Beidou says. “Still on cloud nine with your girlfriend, I assume? Archons, I haven’t seen her in ages. I should pay a visit to her soon. Assuming she’s not too caught up with commissions to receive an old friend, haha.”

“Ah, yes!” Ganyu plays with the hem of her dress. “We’re… Um… Good as always.”

“Uh-oh. Problems in paradise, kid?”

“No, no. Everything is okay, actually. She is perfect. It’s just that…” Ganyu’s face grows red. “No, never mind. It’s nothing.”

“Spit it out. There’s no need to be walking on eggshells with me, is it?” Beidou says. “I got a bit of free time ‘til I’m needed again at the Alcor, so come on. You know I’ve got your back.”

“I appreciate your concern, Captain. Truly, I do. It’s just—” Ganyu fidgets, her ears growing pink. “I don’t know how—”

Beidou draws a big grin on her face, nodding.

“You know, I tend to be a good judge of character. When you've learned to read the open ocean, reading people is a cinch.” Her chest seems to inflate with pride as she says so. “And my nose tells me you haven’t done the deed.”

Ganyu opens her eyes comically wide at that. 

“What—?”

“You know.” She insists. “Screwing. Doing the business. Rolling in the hay. The good old rumpy pumpy—”

“Captain!” Ganyu says, cheeks set aflame. “Please, stop!”

“What? I’m just saying it like it is. Look at you, you’re fumbling over words like a lovestruck teenager. It’s written all over your face.” Beidou lets out a strong laugh. “I’m just saying, you two need to bone.”

Huh?

Bone?!

“But—” Ganyu says, voice small. “I have no idea how to approach the subject. To tell her I would like to… be intimate with her. It was me who asked to take things slow when we first started. How would I even start the conversation?”

“Listen, kid. She chose you as her partner, as her comrade on the land. I’m certain it gives her great pride to know you’re by her side, no matter the situation.” Beidou places a heavy hand on Ganyu’s shoulder. “Heck, I’ve seen you then and I see you now, and it’s like you’re two different people! She’s done you good, loving you. There’s no way she doesn’t want this as bad as you do. Just… give it another thought, yeah?”

“Alright.” Ganyu sighs, heart trembling. “Thank you, Captain.”

“Have fun.” Beidou winks at Ganyu right before leaving, leaving her flustered at the docks.

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The moon is high in the sky when you make it to Ganyu’s house, carefully tossing the keys on the table at the entrance hall and leaving your shoes neatly behind. She had texted you earlier in the day, an invitation to have dinner with her.

She had given you a spare key to her apartment in case of an emergency, but you have been using it to visit her occasionally or to water her plants when she informed you she’d stay over at the Jade Chamber for work. So you make your way inside her house easily and head to the kitchen. 

You find Ganyu already wearing her nightgown, a wooden spoon in her hand, her icy blue hair tied back in a low bun. Her eyes instantly light up when she sees you.

“This smells amazing.” You walk up to her, watch her smiling gently as you brush a strand of icy blue hair from her face. You can’t resist the urge to kiss her brow gently, and she hums with quiet happiness at the gesture. “Hi, my love.”

“I hope you’re hungry.” Ganyu smiles, pointing with the wooden spoon at the food she’s been preparing. “I’ve just discovered that measuring food for two is harder than it seems to be.”

You stretch your arms above your head, the tiredness of the day climbing up your back. “What are we celebrating?” 

“Nothing, really. We have both been busy this past week, and… Um.” She looks down, almost bashful in her demeanor. “I wanted to spend time with you, that's all.”

“Then we are celebrating something.” Ganyu watches you lean to her, easily wrapping your arms around her waist.

“Oh. We are?” She looks at you with her big doe eyes.

“Yes. We’re celebrating our love.” You press a kiss on the edge of her lips. “Isn’t that a good enough reason?”

“I like the sound of that.” Ganyu turns to press a kiss to your mouth instead, and you can feel her smiling against your lips. 

She is so warm and soft as you kiss her back. You are slow, thorough, pulling little gasps from Ganyu with each brush of your lips. Ganyu pulls you close and holds you as if she will never let you go.

The kiss deepens. Ganyu presses her body slightly closer to yours, the food on the counter long forgotten. Your hands are on her hips, and her arms travel to find their way around your neck. She pulls you closer still, her lips pressed to yours so achingly sweet, and your body moves on instinct, lifting Ganyu up by the waist and sitting her on the kitchen counter. 

Ganyu gasps at the sudden movement, and you take the opportunity to deepen the kiss further. Your chest is set aflame by her taste alone. Ganyu lets your hands travel up her body, from her hips to her waist and upwards, and she wraps her legs around your middle, pulling you even closer still.

She places a hand over the counter to regain balance, accidentally dropping a knife to the floor. Instantly, you part from the kiss and stare at each other. Your chests are heaving like you’ve run a marathon. You can feel the beating of your heart behind your ears, in your fingertips and every inch of your skin.

“Please, forgive me.” Ganyu immediately says, her lilac eyes wearing a mirror of apologies. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“No, it’s okay. I went a bit too ahead of myself there as well.” You say, still feeling lightheaded. “I’ll go set the table.”

Ganyu is grateful for the distraction. “Ah. Yes. I’ll bring the dishes in a moment.”

You eat together and the embarrassment of the moment quickly dies down, replaced instead with a lighthearted and fun conversation.

“So you’re telling me that you’ve been working with the Yuheng— That you’ve been friends with the Yuheng for over seven years, and you’ve never been to her house?” You ask while you finish cleaning the plates. “Not even once?”

“I told you, Keqing is very reserved with her personal life. I would hate to impose myself on her out of shameless curiosity.”

“I can understand that. But she’s been to your place, right? What if she’s hiding something in her house that she doesn’t want anyone to see?”

“Don’t make such assumptions. Keqing is an efficient member of the Qixing and a dear friend.” Ganyu reprimands you with a small frown on her pretty features. “I believe she’s just a bit shy. I have accompanied her shopping on numerous occasions, and she’s always reluctant to be seen with the merch of Rex Lapis that she so happily purchases.”

“So you’re telling me that the Yuheng’s house is full of Geo Archon paraphernalia?” You draw an easy smile.

“Don’t mock her.” Ganyu insists. “There’s nothing wrong with admiring Rex Lapis’ work ethics.”

“Alright, alright.” You cave, finding it hard to go against her pretty lilac eyes. “Besides the point, but I do think it’s kind of you to accompany her shopping when it’s not your favorite thing to do.” You lean to her, whispering to her lips. “You’re very sweet, my love.”

Ganyu’s cheeks bloom with pink colors at your sudden proximity. But, when you lean further to her, she doesn’t step back. She lets you press a kiss to her lips, and she eagerly reciprocates. She feels her own lips warm under yours, and her breathing steadies. You pull apart and you’re about to turn around when Ganyu grabs you by the collar. 

She surprises even herself with the motion. There’s a second of hesitancy, your eyes searching hers with a question drawn all over your irises.

Still, Ganyu can’t resist kissing you again— one last time, she tells herself. But her hunger that’s been building up for the past several days pours into the kiss. Not a gentle, storybook kiss, but one hard enough to bruise. Rough and demanding, and she gives in to the heat of your mouth with a famished appetite that almost alarms you, and she’s reminded of how much she’s wanted you for the past couple of weeks. Her control is slipping, having you this close now. Which is definitely a problem.

Dangerous, she thinks. This is dangerous. 

She has to stop.

Her nails dig into your shoulders, and you accidentally bite her bottom lip a little too hard. Ganyu gasps in your mouth, makes a little whimper that sends fireworks down to the base of your spine. 

Archons and adeptus don’t make such noises. Only humans.

“Again. Do that again.” There is something in Ganyu’s voice, you swear— something not so innocent.

You gently pull apart, looking at her with a dazed, astounded expression. Her face is flushed down to her neck, but there’s something in her eyes. Something that you haven’t seen before. Something demanding and vibrant.

“Ganyu, you— I’ve noticed that you’re more eager today than usual.” You choose the words very carefully, considering how she hasn’t initiated this kind of heated kissing before. She did tell you she wanted to take things slow. “I just feel the need to address this before we go any further, so… Is there something you want to talk about?”

Ganyu watches your eyes study her expression, and the heat setting fire to her veins quickly diminishes. You’re waiting for an explanation. Of course you are, she did go a little too far with that kiss. Of course you’re confused. But how can she even begin to explain how she’s been feeling ever since she saw you kneeling down in front of her? That’s way too embarrassing, isn’t it?

Ganyu’s mind rushes with everything that Beidou said to her. How she feels about you, the way your voice sends shivers down her spine when you’re all too close to her. How the thought of you has kept her awake at night, had her gnawing on her lip as she mulled over all the things she wanted you to do to her. Her brain is jumping from one thought to another at dizzying speed. She parts her lips. 

“We—” Ganyu closes her eyes tightly, her cheeks set aflame. “We need to bone!”

For a moment, you only stare at her, eyes wide. 

Then, you smile, eyes dropping away as you burst into laughter.

“Can you say that again?” Ganyu is mortified when you take a step back, cracking up. “Say bone one more time?”

“Ah. I’m terribly embarrassed!” She hides her face in her hands. “Please, ignore what I said! Oh, why would I ever listen to her words?”

“I’m sorry. Ganyu, I’m sorry. See? I’m not laughing.” A silly smile is still hanging from your lips. “What’s all of this about, really? You know you can tell me anything.”

Ganyu takes a deep breath. She can do this. 

Be honest about how she feels.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to do this. To be… intimate with me, I mean.” She speaks calmly and politely as always, though it is obvious to you from the way her hands tremble that she very much wants this. “Lately I’ve had— I’ve been feeling a certain way. Around you. About you. And I ran into Captain Beidou before, and she— Well, she suggested that I bring it up with you. That I asked you how you’d feel about the two of us doing— Um. It was me who asked to take things slow when we first started. I didn’t want to come off as a hypocrite for changing my mind, and so—”

You notice the way her hands tighten over the hem of her dress, her lilac eyes jumping from one tile of the floor to another, scattering her brain for the right words. You’re quick to ease her nervousness.

“Ganyu. It’s okay.” You shush her with a gentle finger to her lips, keeping her from descending into a spiral of embarrassment and self-consciousness. 

She quiets down and stares at you, expectant. You lean across and press your lips to hers in a sweet kiss, slow and comforting. She sighs into your touch. You take pride in the way she visibly relaxes.

“I would love to bone with you.” You let your lips bloom with a sly smile. 

Ganyu opens her eyes wide, pushing you off of her not too forcefully. 

“Please, don’t tease me!” She hides her pretty face behind her hands, embarrassed.

You let out a laugh. Slowly, you take her hands off her face. You press a kiss to her knuckles very slowly, making sure she’s following you with her eyes.

“In all seriousness, I do want to. I would love to be intimate with you, my love.” You whisper. “Do you want to?”

“Well, I…” Ganyu almost feels all the insecure thoughts overwhelming her brain at the question. What if she’s not good enough, what if she embarrasses herself, what if you don’t like how she looks, what if— She stops herself short, focusing on your warmer hands holding hers with a familiarity that almost hurts, until all the other thoughts in her head disappear. She squeezes her eyes shut, but her voice comes out firm. “Yes, I do. I would like that.” 

“Good.” You say as you dip down to kiss her. So easy, so simple. Like it should be. “Looks like we have another thing to celebrate tonight.”

Ganyu smiles against your lips, her hands grabbing the fabric of the back of your shirt as she clutches at you, so excited that you can feel her hands trembling. She’s so soft and gentle in your arms that you’re able to tilt her sideways, dip her gently as you press your mouth against hers. Both of your cheeks are flushed and warm, smushed together as you just can’t bring yourself to let her go, not just yet— 

And from the way her hands hold onto you tightly and her bottom lip trembles, you know Ganyu feels the same.

When you pull apart, you reach out a hand for her to take, thumb stroking over the back of her palm tenderly. 

“Come with me, my love. Let’s go somewhere more comfortable.”

You guide Ganyu to the bedroom. The door makes almost no sound when you close it behind the two of you.

When you turn to her and you press your hands to her body, Ganyu doesn’t pull away. You take a moment to wait, preparing yourself as much as you’re giving Ganyu time to stop you, if necessary. Then, you begin to undress her slowly, gently. 

She’s soft, so soft— Her hair, her skin, her lips. Even her lilac eyes are soft as she turns her gaze upon you. Every part of her is so delicate that for a moment it feels more like you’re touching a sheath of fine silk rather than the woman in front of you. Her pretty cheeks have gone a shade of red you’ve learned to treasure.

Ganyu’s eyes are shimmering and bright as she follows the way you untie the straps of her dress, how you brush them past her shoulders, easing the gown down her torso, and watch as it slides all the rest of the way down, softly kissing the ground.

Her hands are laid underneath your shirt now, lifting your shirt over your head, so tender and gentle that you can barely understand how these are the hands of an elite warrior, an adeptus. 

You help each other undress until all your clothes are in a pile on the floor, discarded. 

For a good ten seconds, you forget how to breathe. 

And for a moment, you only have eyes for the woman in front of you. Standing bare before you: naked and beautiful and yours. Not even the end of the world could’ve made you pull your eyes away from the sight of her. All her edges and curves of her bare body that you’d never seen before. Ganyu feels all too vulnerable under your adoring stare.

You take one step towards her. Lightly, you thump your forehead against hers so that she looks at you, and she doesn't shy away, even as her breath gets stuck in her chest. 

Ganyu has wanted this, you, so much that it's kept her awake at night, had her gnawing on her lip as she mulled over all the things she wanted you to do to her; now she has you, drawing the gentlest of smiles, watching with eyes so warm she wants to hide away from them— but she can't find it in herself to do so. Still, she squirms a little under your stare, finding the silence a little uncomfortable.

She opens her mouth before she can process the words that will come out.

“Would you say I’m… pretty?” Ganyu regrets the words as soon as they leave her lips. Why did she even ask that? She feels the weight of your stare all too heavy upon her naked shoulders. Finds herself nervous to hear your answer. “Um. I was just wondering. You don’t— You don’t have to respond.”

“Ganyu.” You say softly. Your voice comes out strange, unusually heavy with emotion. “I think you are beautiful.”

“Beautiful?” She echoes. 

“You are so beautiful,” You trace the shape of her cheek with your hand, keeping each touch slow and gentle. “It hurts sometimes.” 

“I don’t want you hurting.” Ganyu protests, lips parted and so utterly kissable that you can barely resist them for much longer.

“Ah. That was a little dramatic of me, wasn’t it?” You laugh, and Ganyu almost melts for a moment when you lean down for a kiss. You mumble against her lips, “You make me feel all kinds of new emotions. Sometimes, I don’t know what to do with them.”

You trace her lips with your tongue until Ganyu parts to let you in. You take your time, drawing out gasps and little whimpers, letting Ganyu do the same to you. Ganyu is delightfully mussed when you trail down, kissing her jaw. Her throat. Her collarbone. Gently biting the skin that meets you there.

“Hah… Ah…” Ganyu softly breathes out as you draw silhouettes on her skin with your lips.

You trail upwards. Watch her pretty lilac eyes fluttering closed.

“Ganyu. Ganyu, my heart.”

You call her name softly, gently, using the tip of your finger to tip her chin back up to look at you, and before she can speak, your lips are back on hers. You take control of the kiss again, gently increasing the pressure until you feel her mouth give in against yours, your hands sneaking around her bare waist to pull her back towards you and into your waiting arms.

You sit on the bed, guiding Ganyu’s naked body to do the same. 

She sits on your lap, her thighs on either side of your hips, her chest pressed to yours. Ganyu relishes in the feeling of skin against skin. 

“You’re beautiful. All of you.” You say as you kiss her lips. “I love you, and I love your body.” 

You trail down to her chest. Ganyu squeezes her eyes shut when you cup one of her breasts and squeeze gently, listening to the sharp intake of her breath.

Your touch is so gentle, so achingly comforting, that breaks through all of her defenses. But at the very core of her chest, her insecurities have rooted in Ganyu’s heart longer than you’ve been alive, and she knows she can’t just brush them off with a couple of months by your side. 

Though Ganyu is trying to relish in the warmth of your touch against her naked skin, there's now that emptiness that drags her chest down to her knees, her mind wandering off to scary thoughts. To you being gentle with her out of pity. You forcing yourself to go through with this because she was selfish enough to ask. You disliking her body but disguising it behind that sweet smile of yours. 

As if on cue, you say:

“Everything you hate about your body is what made me fall further in love with you.” You smile against the skin on her neck, eyes fluttering closed. “You have no idea how much I want you.” 

If there was one thing you would never tire of, it was the face Ganyu made when she was flustered. It always makes you feel pleasantly warm.

“You don’t have to say that…” She whispers out, her breath hitching as your thumb brushes up against her chest. She hadn’t been expecting those words to come out of your lips, like gentle rain extinguishing the flames of her self-doubt.

“I do. I want to say that, because it’s true. I think you’re the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.” 

You kiss her jaw as you lazily stroke the inside of her breast with your thumb. Ganyu gasps, her hands traveling to your head, burying her fingers in your hair to hold onto something. She pulls you closer, as if by instinct.

You trail down, your warm tongue drawing shapes on her throat while your hands massage her breasts gently; rolling the tip between your fingers, slow and teasing, pulling a shy moan from her lips. 

“I’ll show you.” You mumble to her skin. Your tongue flattens against one of her breasts, the other one carefully grasped in your hand. “I’ll kiss you all over. When I’m done, you won’t have a doubt that you’re the most beautiful girl in the world.”

Your words make Ganyu feel like the luckiest person in the entirety of the universe. Your love for her doesn’t feel quite real to her yet. Her long-held romantic fantasies are being realized, and the sudden heat in her chest makes her breathing come out ragged. She has spent most of her life barely feeling anything, and now she is feeling everything all at once.

A woman in love, instead of an adeptus.

“Please.” She whispers, squirming over you.

Your heart catches at the sight of her, lilac eyes half-lidded and pleading, and you swear you’d steal the moon from its home in the sky for her if she asked you with this expression. So you do the next best thing, descending to suck the peak of her breast between your lips. Your warm tongue flicks against it before you wrap your lips around it. You start sucking on it gently.

“Ah… Nnh…” Ganyu whimpers, her fingers winding in your hair. The warmth down her stomach becomes a molten heat, and you suck hard as she writhes above you.

You can hear her moaning softly each time your warm lips graze over the most sensitive parts of her breasts, her fingers tightening their grip onto your hair. Ganyu arcs her back a bit, pressing her breasts against your mouth further, a silent request to give her more. 

She rolls her bottom lip between her teeth, biting back the whines that threaten to fall out of her mouth. Her cheeks bloom with crimson colors when you keep on sucking on her nipple in torturously slow motions, the other one being fondled between your thumb and index finger, kneading it, eliciting the prettiest sounds to escape her lips.

Ganyu attempts to squeeze her thighs together, the pent-up frustration pressing against her lower belly; but being seated on your lap, her legs on either side of your naked waist, her frustration only keeps growing.

“Hah… Please—” She whispers your name once, twice, her voice’s troubled and needy. The shape of your name falling out of her lips makes fireworks explode inside your ribcage. 

You reach up to her, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips while your other hand keeps stroking her breast.

“Tell me where you want me to touch you.”

Slowly, you watch as Ganyu’s hand travels down her body, below her navel. She keeps her lilac eyes on you as her hand gets lost between her legs.

“I want you… here…” You can hear the furious blush in her voice, desperate for you to ease the tension building inside her. “Please.”

You drag your hands to her sides, stroking her skin as you slowly, painfully slowly, trail down her stomach. Ganyu sucks in a breath, nails digging into your arms.

“Will you turn around for me?” You smile, lips pressed to the angle of her jaw.

“Um. Alright.” Ganyu obediently turns around to your command.

She is sitting so indecently on your thighs, back pressed tight to the front of your naked chest. Your other hand shifts downward, moving from its previous place on her waist down to her hip. It makes her shiver in excitement.

“You’re so good for me.” You kiss the back of her neck, your voice full of that sweet affection that makes Ganyu’s bones tremble.

Your hands almost feel like silk climbing up to the skin of her thighs, and Ganyu feels the raging ocean pooling on her lower belly. She attempts to squeeze her legs together again, whispering your name once, a plea, but you keep them open.

You drag the pad of your finger lightly from her belly button and trail downwards, fingers ghosting over her sensitive skin. 

“Ah—” A whimper escapes her lips when you trace her pussy lips with your fingers. It feels like a betrayal that you’re touching her so gently. She buckles her hips once, chasing your touch, but you easily keep them in place.

“There’s no need to rush, my love.” You kiss the side of her neck, relishing in her warm skin. “We have all the time in the world.”

She’s easily wet from your touch alone, and that fills you with a sense of pride.

“I know… Hah…” The prettiest moans roll out of her lips as you trail your fingers inside her folds very slowly. “It’s just— It’s been so long…”

Ganyu feels her body temperature high, legs trembling as she feels your fingers rubbing her most sensitive parts in gentle, easy motions. Her hips start grinding on their own, seeking more of your intoxicating touch.

“Ah— Hah… Please— ” Ganyu pants when the tip of your finger catches along her entrance, the weight of it, the promise of it making her hips twitch forward. “Please. I want you now.”

You smile, never once speeding up the pace of your fingers. When the tip of your finger brushes against her entrance, fireworks explode inside of her in places she didn’t know were possible, her skin set ablaze. She wants you. She wants you now.

Slowly, you press your fingertip inside Ganyu, answering her pleas. She rolls her head back, the prettiest whine leaving her lips as she closes her eyes tightly, a high-pitched sound muffled in her throat that makes the both of you blush.

You’re working her so steady, so good that her head feels dizzy with pleasure. Ganyu starts rolling her hips to meet your movements, your fingers buried further inside her and she tightens her grip on your thigh.

“Hah… Bite me. Please.” She breathes out, intoxicated by your touch.

“If you insist.” You smile, your teeth sinking into her neck, not hard enough to hurt, but definitely hard enough to bruise. 

You thrust your fingers further inside of her. Your thumb moves up to press at her clit, easily sliding and rubbing it. 

“Mhm—!” Ganyu sucks in a breath, her hands reaching down your thighs for support. You feel her legs trembling at the contact, and you use your free hand to hold them open still.

You want to love her until she breaks, to drown in her until there is nothing left of herself but the thought of you. You want to tell her, I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.

Suddenly, Ganyu wraps her fingers around your wrist. 

She prompts you to stop.

“Wait. This doesn’t feel right.” Ganyu says, desperation dripping from her voice. “Not if I can’t see you.”

She feels lost without your eyes to follow, suddenly shamelessly needy. She turns her head to you, locks of icy blue hair falling down her pale shoulders.

“That’s okay, we can change the position.” You press your lips to the tip of her nose, your hand resting on her thigh now. “Anything else you want, my love?”

You watch her get down off your thighs, sitting by your side on the mattress now.

“A kiss?” Ganyu says, almost shy in her request, her eyelashes kissing her cheeks in a way that has your heart pumping faster.

You laugh only, bringing your free hand up to tilt her chin further. The movement brings your face centimeters away from Ganyu’s, which gives you a very intimate view of her next flush of embarrassment.

“Open your mouth for me.” You command, leaning down to press your mouth against hers in an open and wet kiss.

You slide your mouth gently over hers, taking the time to learn the outline of her mouth. Ganyu gasps and lets you in. You push down the fierce emotion that threatens to spiral from inside you. You don’t have to rush this. You both have dreamed of this for too long now. You can afford to take your time.

You push gently on her shoulders and, in the next moment, Ganyu finds herself softly landing on the bed, you hovering above her. You trail down to her neck, your lips brushing against her throat. It is almost painfully chaste.

“I love it when you kiss my neck.” Ganyu confesses. Her face and ears burn.

“I love kissing your neck. And kissing you here,” you press your lips to her collarbone. “And here,” to her pulse point. “And here,” right under her ear. “I want to kiss you everywhere, savor every centimeter of your skin.”

You slide your hands on her sides down to her waist and let her wrap her arms around your neck, pressing your naked skin to hers.

“Hold me closer. Please.” She holds you tightly, the blissful joy dancing in her chest growing dangerous. Because this is too good to be true, and there is the lingering fear you will slip away if she lets go. She wants to say more, but words fail her, and she can only hope that you understand her feelings like you always do as she holds you close. “I love you. So much.”

You’re quiet in her arms for a moment, your own arms tight around her. You feel the warmth of her frame against yours, and you run your fingers across her ribs. You keep her in your embrace in a way that says, I will never get tired of holding you. I’m not going anywhere.

“I love you too.” You squeeze her, her head resting against your shoulder. “More than I thought was possible. More than I ever loved anybody.”

Ganyu stays there with you for a moment longer, relishing in the comfort of your touch, the blissful feeling of your skin against hers. She starts lazily grinding on you, pressing soft kisses to your shoulders. You’re fast to take notice.

You experiment now, pushing your leg up between her legs as you push down with your hand on her hip, guiding her down. Ganyu’s body almost jumps, her breath stuttering. When you do it once more, keeping the friction steady and constant, Ganyu makes a faint, strained sound into your mouth as you kiss her again. Her arms wind around your shoulders, and you feel her fingers trembling as they cling to the skin of your back.

You fall into a rhythm. Your leg moves back and forth, up and down, and you notice Ganyu’s hips moving with each shift of your leg; jerky at first, and then steadier as the rhythm builds, rocking in tandem with your movements. You pull back slightly to look at Ganyu properly. Her expression has shifted from embarrassment into something else you haven’t seen before, her brow knit and lips parted, her cheeks flushed and her gaze unfocused. She pulls close to you again, her arms tightening around the back of your neck and her head nestled against your shoulder as she lets out a low, shuddery groan into your ear.

“If you keep doing that, I won’t be able to hold back.” You whisper to her skin. You watch as Ganyu parts from your embrace, enough for you to look at her conflicted stare. Like there’s something she wants to say, sitting behind the lilac of her eyes. “What do you want me to do? I’ll do anything you ask me to.”

Ganyu musters all the courage in her body, or maybe it’s the pent-up frustration speaking.

“Your tongue— I want you to use your tongue.” Heat spreads across Ganyu’s cheeks at her own words. “Is… Um. Is that alright?”

You smile, lips pressed to the angle of her jaw. “Your wish is my command.”

She gets off of you and lays in bed instead, your body hovering above her. You start kissing her body from her collarbone down to her thighs. Ganyu squirms under your adoring gaze every time you press your tender lips to her skin, never taking her eyes from you.

You position yourself between her legs, kissing the inside of her thigh for a moment longer than needed. Ganyu visibly swallows, watching your every move with big, doe eyes. You take it as a sign to continue further.

You reach down to her pussy, spreading her open with your thumbs, and you spend a second adoring her pink folds and how soaked she is. All because of you. You fan your breath over her pussy, and Ganyu trembles at the sudden warmth.

“Please.” She whimpers, closing her eyes tightly. “Please, please.”

Right before diving in, you stop. “Ganyu?”

You watch her naked chest rise and fall. “Yes?”

“Can I ask something of you?”

You almost chuckle to yourself. The sight of her too eager to properly process the question as she easily nods her head is just so cute to you.

“Yes, of course.” She says, bashful.

“Can you sit on my face, please?” You draw an innocent smile. “Would you be comfortable with that?”

Ganyu wants to say, I’ll let you do anything if you just touch me now. Instead, she sits up on the bed, a red flag sitting at the back of her head.

“Are you… Um. Are you sure you want to do that?”

Ganyu attempts to swallow down her nervousness in front of you, but to no avail. It is obvious by that look on her face she is unsure and needs your guidance. 

The insecurities rooted all across her ribs tighten their hold on her, constructing her lungs for a second. She thinks of her weight. She thinks of being too much for you. She thinks of the utter embarrassment of being seen in such an open, vulnerable position. She thinks of her weight, again, thoughts spiraling.

“I would love that, but we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” You reassure her. “We can always just do something else instead, if that’s what you’d prefer.”

“No. No, I… want it.” Ganyu says, gives herself to quiet desire. “It’s just—“ She glances down at her hands fidgeting over her lap. At her thighs. Don’t they look a little too big? “I’ve never done this before. Are you sure I don’t weigh too much? I don’t want to hurt you.”

It's rooted within herself; embarrassment, timidity, something that tells her she doesn’t have the confidence to do this. 

“You won’t hurt me, my love.” Your voice is barely audible over the softness that always seems to blanket every inch of your words towards her. “I promise.”

Ganyu looks up at you, taking in your expression. You’re softly looking down at her, smiling, the shape of your lips glowing like a candlelight— open and vulnerable, everything Ganyu tries to prevent from being. You always look at her with such gentle eyes, like it’s that easy. Like it always should be. Like she could be, if she learns to give in to you, to trust you.

“Come here.”

You bring both hands to her waist, guiding her with a gentle but unrelenting tug. Ganyu is helpless to follow the motion, shifting higher and higher up your chest until she’s forced to straddle your head.

Your face is framed between her thighs now, coupled with the fiery determination in your eyes.

Ganyu can't help but whine softly one more time, “Are you sure…?”

She feels so ashamed up top, the way your eyes are taking in her body from beneath her. But despite the embarrassment sitting on her veins, her skin is already itching for your touch. Selfishly so.

You notice her hesitation still.

“Hm, how about this?” You begin. You take hold of her hips and wrap your fingers around them. “I’ll tap your leg three times if I’m overwhelmed and need a break. Does that sound alright?”

“Alright.”

“Eyes down here.” You call to her when Ganyu’s eyes drift away in embarrassment, your warm breath fanning her most sensitive place. 

“Ah. Yes, that sounds alright.” She looks down at your place between her legs, her cheeks set ablaze. “But… Um. Please, don’t stare so intensely. It’s… A bit embarrassing, truthfully.”

“Is that not okay?” You say, and with her pussy hovering over your mouth the way it is, she can feel the heat of your words. “I’m just enjoying the view.”

“Ah. Don’t play with me like that.” Ganyu says, voice low and shy. You can see she’s fighting the urge to close her legs again in embarrassment. Too bad she can’t do that with you settled in between them.

“I mean it. I love everything about you.” You’re ghosting your nose and lips up her folds, hovering just above her slick surface, heavy little hot breaths hitting her heat as you smile up at her before placing an open-mouthed kiss on her clit. “You’re perfect.”

Ganyu sucks in a breath, covering her mouth with her hand, her palm muffling a soft whimper at your sudden touch.

Ganyu’s thighs are soft as you hold onto them, making sure she doesn't lift herself up. You guide her down to your face as you lift yourself enough to reach her folds again. You waste no time attaching your mouth to her, your skin shivering when you drag your flattened tongue across her slit.

“Oh, fuck—”

It slips, because she was not ready for you.

One slow, long lick up— She tried her hardest just to not melt from that alone.

You chuckle. “What? Does that feel good?”

“Stop teasing me so much, please…” Ganyu's face blooms with crimson colors. Her skin is on fire, waiting for your touch.

“I’m sorry. You’re so lovely, I can’t help but tease you.” You smile between her legs. “But tell me how it feels, okay? Let me know if it hurts.”

Ganyu throws her head back when your tongue brushes her folds again, feeling your overwhelming touch exploring her most sensitive place.

“Ah, no. You’re so warm.” More than warm. You feel hot, and whatever stuttering that was in Ganyu’s chest has thundered down to her stomach too. Her throat feels dry and her mind feels clouded as you trail your tongue up her folds again, barely grazing her clit. “It feels good.”

God, you are so slow. 

Slow, yet so skillfully good at the same time. Your tongue caresses her down there, and though Ganyu absolutely refuses to look down, she can tell you are smiling.

You continue your ministration, your warm tongue exploring her folds carefully and very, very slowly. You can feel her sensitive skin heated against your mouth, her taste dripping over your chin and you feel lightheaded. You want more of her, of her taste, of her pretty voice whimpering your name. 

Her thighs are spread so sinfully. All you hear are the erotic sounds of your tongue licking through her folds. Drawing shapes on the skin of her thigh with your thumb, you trail a little downwards. Slowly, you press your tongue inside Ganyu’s entrance. 

“Hah—” Ganyu sucks in a breath, her hands gripping the headboard of the bed tightly for support.

You feel her thighs trembling at the contact, and you take it as a sign to drag your tongue further inside her. Ganyu’s walls tighten around your tongue when you push it in and out of her in a slow, gentle motion.

“Harder.” She lets out the prettiest whine, her hips twitch upwards just a little. “Just a little harder. Please.”

You take her hips in your hands, softly rubbing your thumb across the bone, eyes fluttering closed as you get lost in loving her. Answering her request, you speed up your movements. Your teasing grows a little less slow, a little faster. 

“Like this?” You hum in reply, not taking your lips off her. The vibrations of your voice send shivers in her most sensitive places.

“ Ah… Hah… That—“ Ganyu whines, her throat dry and her mind clouded by pleasure. When you curl your tongue through her folds, she bites down her bottom lip, preventing her moans from rolling out of her mouth. “Nhn… That feels good.”

You part for just a moment, mumbling against her, “You can be louder, my heart.” You place a wet kiss on her clit. “Let me hear you, please.”

Ganyu nods, chest beating rapidly and a furious blush blooming under her cheeks. You brush your lips over her folds again, sucking gently at her sensitive skin as you lick all of her wetness, drawing silhouettes on her core with your warm tongue.

“Please, don’t stop.” Ganyu moanes into the air this time, and she swears she can feel the way you smile against her sensitive skin.

You want to tell her, You sound even prettier than I imagined you would.

You find your way to her entrance again, and Ganyu feels you everywhere— the warmth of your hands holding her thighs in place; the gentle thrusting of your tongue inside her, curling in the sweetest spots between her walls, making her feel every inch of her skin set ablaze as your hums vibrate through her core.

Ganyu’s breathing is irregular. She hopes you can’t hear how much she wants to gasp for air, though you certainly can. She tightens on instinct, one hand fumbling down before finding its way to your head, gripping your hair hard as she screws her eyes shut. Her heart is beating hard enough for you to taste it.

"Oh, dear—“ Ganyu falls into the pleasure, so much that she begins grinding on your mouth, rendered blissfully ignorant to her prior worries. With her bottom lip carelessly bitten down, something fiercer takes the reins. “Keep going… Ah… Please— Please, don’t stop—”

You almost feel dizzy as you hear Ganyu whimper your name under her breath, slurring the words together in her hazed stupor as she slowly rocks her hips into your mouth. 

“You feel so good.” Your mouth is so warm. It’s hot, even. And every time she bucks her hips, grinding down against your tongue, your grip on her tightens, keeping her closer and closer. Ganyu whines, and she feels like she could cry. 

This feels so good. 

How long have we been here?

You look up at her. Your gaze darts from her soft lilac eyes, half-lidded and sprinkled with tears, to her slightly opened mouth. Drinking in the sight of her eyes clouded with pleasure, her kiss-swollen lips. Relishing in the fact that you get to see her like this— that you get to please her like this.

You speed up.

Her eyes roll back as you use your tongue to go deeper into her, faster, curling it to stroke against her sweet spot with a lustful gaze. But you don’t focus on her entrance alone, no.

“Fuck—” Ganyu chokes on her words, head tipping back when you angle your tongue just right over her clit. 

It’s exhilarating, the burst of pleasure that tingles through Ganyu’s body from head to toe. Upon her lips released sputtering nonsense mixed with pleads and broken whispers of your name. It’s practically overwhelming. Her orgasm has been building for so long now she can hardly stand it.

“I can’t— Ah… Mhm…” Ganyu whines, tears dotting the corner of her eyes from the swelling desire building inside her. You practically drink in the sight of her, all writhing and messy on top of you. 

Her other hand dives from the headboard straight down to grip the hair on your head, pushing you desperately closer to her and forcing you to go faster still. You curl your tongue through her folds and you can feel her taste dripping over your chin. Ganyu throws her head back, releasing a loud whine in pleasure. You are unrelenting, completely ravishing her in stark contrast to your teasingly slow pace from just moments ago.

You’re doing so well. You want to mumble to her warm skin. Just a little more.

“Please—“ She mumbles in ecstasy, panting between little whines. “Faster, please.”

Her hips roll against your mouth with no means of stopping, though you’d be lying if you said you really want her to. Just the thought of her chasing her orgasm with you is an addicting notion.

“Close—” Ganyu cries, arching her back, straining her body as she clambers desperately towards her peak. “Please. Please, I’m—”

You keep on rubbing her clit harder, the touch of your lips and tongue hotter; it felt good before, but now it feels like every movement is a touch of fire, burning her up. It’s positively overwhelming, and yet she doesn't want it to stop, grinding herself on your mouth desperately, seeking her release.

And then, you feel it.

It’s right there.

In the way that her body tenses, the muscles on her stomach flexing, the tension in her body snapping. The way her fingers scrabble at your hair between her legs, chasing it down with eyes closed tightly; The way she’s slouching forward, tears of pleasure rolling down her cheeks.

Then, everything is going white—

“Ah—!” Ganyu chokes on her words, on her throat, head tipping back as she reaches her high, her back arching and her hips shakily rolling further into your mouth.

You lap her up, moving your flattened tongue across her slit fast, faster, and she comes undone in your arms, vulnerable and greedy and trembling all at once as she’s coming down; indulging her with your affection and your warm touch even after she’s finished. 

You drag those blissful seconds of after pleasure until you feel Ganyu’s entire body drained out, her muscles growing limp and exhausted in your hold.

“Adorable.” You smile after Ganyu relaxes, reaching upwards once again to place a sweet little kiss on her clit. Your eyes travel up to her breathless expression, her eyes looking down at you in a hazed bliss as you smile proudly between her legs.

You loosen your hold on her thighs, gently guiding her off you. She follows blindly, her eyes fluttering closed as her body lands on the bed. 

As she lays in a stupor, Ganyu feels the weight of the bed shifting, and she chalks it up to you getting something to clean the mess she’s undoubtedly made of your face. She wants to look, but she’s worried she may die of embarrassment if she saw the obscene amount of slick she definitely felt.

Knowing this, you clean your chin with the edge of your sleeve, her taste still sitting on your tongue, before you lay by her side on the bed. You reach to caress her cheek with the back of your fingers. 

“Let me see those eyes.” Ganyu turns to you, almost shy, locks of icy blue hair framing her perfect face. You smile. “There she is. Hi, my love. How was it?”

“It was— It was amazing.” She scoots closer, touching her nose to yours as her face burns, and you laugh. She can smell herself on your skin.

“You make such pretty sounds. Did you know that?” You chuckle when Ganyu hides her face in your neck, flushed.

“Please, stop. You embarrass me beyond comprehension.” She burrows her face into the crook of your neck, and you feel her breaths come low and hot against your collarbone. “I will never open my mouth again.”

“Not even for a kiss?” You hold Ganyu’s chin with your thumb and index finger, lifting her head up to you. 

Ganyu takes a second to breathe, her lilac eyes searching your face, and then draws a shy smile for you.

“Well, I do want a kiss.”

You reach to press your lips against hers. The kiss she gives you lingers, wet and warm as she tastes herself on your tongue. 

You pull apart and stare at her for a moment, stars dotting the edges of your eyes at her sight.

“Let me run the bath for us, my love.” You say, kissing the crown of her head, blue locks teasingly tickling your nose.

Ganyu wraps her fingers around your wrist delicately, stopping you in the motion.

“I’m a bit tired.” She says, turning her head upwards towards you. “Can’t I ask you to stay here with me instead?”

There’s a silence that stretches, enough that Ganyu thinks you’re not going to reply to her. Then, she watches you slowly leaning towards her, until your lips are hovering right above hers.

“My heart,” Your whisper, eyes half-lidded. Ganyu parts her lips, waiting for your touch on her. Instead, you mumble to her open mouth, “You stink.”

Ganyu gasps. Her eyes go comically wide and she puts her hand over her heart in disbelief.

“I do not!” She watches you laugh, making your way out of the bedroom. Ganyu insists. “I don’t! …Right? No, you’re just being mean.”

You’re still smiling when you come back. Ganyu looks away from you, slightly upset at your words. She knows it was a joke, but she finds it funny to play along with your shenanigans now and then.

You hold her face in your hands, delicately prompting her to look at you.

“You don’t stink. You always smell like qingxing flowers and morning dew.” You press your lips to her forehead. “But we both could use a bath now. Come with me?”

Ganyu takes your hand and lets you guide her to the bathroom. You let the warm water run, both of you inside the bath as you watch Ganyu reach for the shampoo.

“Hold up. Let me help.” You say. You grab it yourself and start slowly running it through Ganyu’s icy blue hair, lathering it over her scalp and massaging her head. You’re careful with her horns, of course. You know how sensitive they can be, so you make sure to wash them with the utmost care, affection pouring from your hands.

Ganyu feels so good, your gentle touch on her slippery skin, she flutters her eyes closed. She feels like she’s floating. Like she’s in a fluffy cloud and she’s being kissed by the sun.

You take the soap and start sudsing Ganyu up, using your body to spread it all over her: all her lines and her edges, her scars and her softer places. You rinse her clean, using your careful hands to splash her gently, careful with the soap around her lilac eyes, your thumbs carefully brushing the skin under her eyes. You run your fingers through Ganyu’s hair. The softness of it, how the blue locks easily slip between your fingers at the motion. You spend a good five minutes just rinsing her hair. Occasionally, you press your lips to her back, leaving a trail of impossibly gentle kisses along her shoulders, down to her chest. Like there’s no need for words. Not to convey the immense amount of emotions you keep tucked between your ribs, pouring out of you with every kiss and every gentle touch to her skin.

Ganyu feels this whole situation is surreal.

She feels incredibly loved right now. In a way she hasn’t before. She thinks about all the years she’s roamed this land, of the time she spent living among the humans. She has never, in all the years she’s lived in the mortal world, felt this overwhelming sense of love. She’s always felt like an outcast around others, and she’s not used to this feeling— To feeling so incredibly cherished right now, so happy that you’re being so gentle and making her feel like she’s the only beating heart in the entirety of the universe.

She feels overwhelmed, and you notice the way her lilac eyes grow glassy as the minutes go by.

“Hey, my love.” You say, tilting your head to the side. “Something on your mind?”

“Oh. Please, don’t trouble yourself. I was just deep in thought.” Ganyu answers. She’s sitting in the bathtub, her back pressed to your front, the warm water barely reaching her shoulders. She can feel your arms lazily wrapped around her waist, your right thumb drawing circles on her naked thigh.

“I would love to hear your thoughts, if you want to share them.” You insist, gentle in your demeanor.

Ganyu takes a moment to ponder the words she wants to say. She’s watching the bubbles drift away on the surface of the water.

“Back when I first met you, I remember thinking that there was something about you I wish I had. But now, I can see it wasn’t just something about you at all.” Ganyu turns to look at you from between your arms, her stare unbearably soft, her tone too gentle, too open and familiar. “It was you. All of you. I am absurdly in love with you.”

“Absurdly?” You echo. Ganyu’s body is soft as she presses to your front, the water in between tickling your skin. “What part of being in love is absurd to you?”

A soft chuckle gets caught in her throat, and you nearly forget to take your next breath.

“Because I never thought a feeling such as this could possibly be real.” She says slowly, like she’s telling you a secret. “But you’ve slipped under my skin, invaded my blood and seized my heart. I want this more than I ever wanted anything. I want everything with you.” And she feels it, the words resting in her lungs that desperately longed to touch the air. “I want you. I want this forever. If… If you’ll have me.”

You brush the wet blue hair out of her back. You place it over her right shoulder and expose the back of her neck, glistening with drops of water. Shifting closer to her, you bump your nose to her shoulder blade, pressing a kiss to the porcelain skin that meets you there. You can feel her always three steps ahead of your own heartbeat. 

“I want forever with you, too. Because I’m also absurdly in love with you.” You wrap your arms around her middle a little bit closer, your chest blissfully tight with everything you feel for her. “I never loved you any more than I do now, right this second. And I’ll never love you any less than I do now, right this second. You are my life.”

“And you are my heart.” Ganyu finds your gaze, moonlight in her eyes, and she kisses you again with all the love she holds in her heart. 

She isn't sure how long you stay like that. Just kissing, pausing for breath only to begin again. Ganyu is the one to finally pull away, her lips blooming in a beautiful smile meant for your eyes only. You stare back at her, the world going slower. Ganyu’s blue hair is wet, sticking to her temples, and her lips are slightly swollen. It is a sight you will treasure until the day you die.

You are beautiful, you think as she looks back at you. But it’s more than that. It’s always been something more. They say you carve your own life into all the things you want it to be, so you’ll spend your life pouring yourself into her palms and making a home for her in the circle of your arms. A place for her to belong to, as long as you’re alive.

You are everything, Ganyu thinks at the same time. You’re all that she had longed for, every good thing she’s chased for years in the wrong place. Your words of love are forever settled into her chest like they were forged from ancient stars for her ears only.

She feels you here, fingers intertwined together under the surface of the water, a prideful tribute to your lives bound forever. She’s staring into your eyes, swallowing her heart whole with a sense of belonging she never knew was there.

And you understand. You could spend a lifetime wrapped up in Ganyu’s kisses, her arms, her touch - your cheek pressed against her temple, your heart pouring out of your chest, and it’s closer than home.

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[qqueenofhades]

hiii ❣ it's a bit random but do you have any advice for a beginner writer?

i want to write web series and while i'm going to write for my pleasure, i still would love my work to be good enough to have readers.

but while i read stuff and write fics, i don't think it's enough to help me write an original several episode work. + i want to write in english but i'm not a native english speaker.

do you have a textbook or any resource in mind that you'd reccomend to a beginner writer?

Unfortunately, I don't have one single one-size-fits-all resource or silver-bullet magical writing improvement tool that I can recommend, as everyone learns/practices in different ways and some people swear by things that don't work for other people. I can't speak to the value of Grammarly or any other online tool that promises to make you a better writer, as they can often be used to feed your work into AI, make bizarre and/or flatly incorrect suggestions, or otherwise be confusing and unhelpful for a newbie writer, especially someone whose first language isn't English. If you work better within an interactive framework or just want to see if it does seem useful, then by all means do check it out, but don't feel like you HAVE to use it (or anything else) if it doesn't offer much to your process.

As ever, and unhelpfully, my advice for becoming a better writer is to write a lot and read a lot, in all kinds of genres. There's really no get-good-at-writing-quick hack to suddenly get you where you want to be overnight, but you CAN get there by dint of steady and sustained progress. You say that you already read things and write fics -- which is great! You clearly already have some practice with the overall concept, and you are not starting from total scratch. While a lot of writers have a goal of something they really want to do (i.e. in your case, write a web series) and feel like the first one they write has to be The Real and Good One that they only launch into after appropriate years of practice, that's not the case. You can start writing the series now, if you want to. You'll have to also share it with people who you trust to give you helpful and honest feedback (the mortifying ordeal of being known, etc) while also respecting the skill level that you're currently at and not tearing it down for being up to professional standards or something else that doesn't accurately reflect where you are and what you need feedback on. But yes, you will have to write steadily, share your writing with others, and challenge yourself to read and write in different kinds of texts -- i.e. not just fic or amateur fan content, but literature, nonfiction, genre fiction, academia, special interest subjects, and so forth. Writing by professionally published authors is not necessarily always better, but it does give you a sense as to what is deemed marketable, what the general skill level and standard is, and what you might like to emulate or try to do with your own projects.

Also, as a side note, I think that plenty of amateur or fan-written content on the internet is not necessarily outstandingly good, technically speaking. This doesn't mean it's bad -- plenty of people read and enjoy it anyway, and aren't coming in expecting it to be an award-winning piece of fine literature. Standards for what is good, enjoyable, or well-written vary dramatically by genre, medium, what your audience is expecting and/or paying for, and so forth. Some people also have high and/or picky standards for what they will read or what they find enjoyable to read, while others will just go along with the story and don't care as much about the format or technical prowess or so forth. So it is very much a subjective measurement, and if you get to a place where you enjoy reading your own stuff and find it engaging -- regardless of what arbitrary skill level you feel yourself to be on -- chances are that other people will too.

[blindmagdalena]

Did you or do you ever struggle writing character x reader fanfiction? I read it quite a lot but I just can't get used to writing in that format. I'm writing an OC x Homelander story, though.

I had never created an OC before, but I am certainly more comfortable writing a character that has a name, face and backstory of their own than using a generic reader. Particularly when I'm writing about the character's past and other individual characteristics, addressing the reader as you seems so weird to me. It makes me feel like I can't give in to specifics because it breaks the illusion.

Also, I've enjoyed the act of creating an OC. Giving them a name, a story, motivations, designing their psychology, etc.

However, I find it discouraging to see that OC x HL stories are nowhere near as popular as HL x Reader and I worry that I may not find an audience. When I post anything in ao3 it gets like two likes and in tumblr I'm just ignored completely 😢

Could you please give me some advice pls?

oh my darling! i hear you. the disparity in interest between x oc content vs x reader content is undeniable, but it's also inevitable. all the reasons you describe struggling with reader perspective fics is why it's so popular: the lack of detail allows the reader to adopt a nebulous perspective, whether they see their own oc in that situation or their literal selves. it doesn't require them to get to know or become invested in your creation, it allows them to indulge in what feels like their own.

i don't think readers get enough credit for their suspension of disbelief and the mental work they put into filling in the blanks that authors leave. similarly, it's absolutely difficult to tell a compelling story while leaving what is often the perspective character a near blank slate. that said! the fics i get the most feedback on are where the reader does have a stronger personality. people love banter, and even if the reader's voice doesn't always feel like something they would actually say, it always produces much more engaging interactions.

i've definitely had my struggle with this in the past, but i'm still learning. the series i'm working on right now, Guilty Pleasures, features a reader with quite a lot of personality, and i've established things about her that i wouldn't normally go into such detail, and the response to it has been great! your reader perspective SHOULD still feel like a character with thoughts, motivations and feelings. otherwise, the story is going to fall a little flat.

if it's easier for you to write the reader perspective as if they're your oc, you should do that. there's a delicate balance between too much and too little information when it comes to reader fic. sometimes taking liberties really works, and i think you'd be surprised how well readers can stretch that illusion. reader perspective should resonate, but not be so overpowering that the actual person reading doesn't like them.

but you absolutely do not need to force yourself to write a particular style of story if it's not something you actually enjoy. i also write and enjoy oc fic! i honestly think my oc fic Eat Your Ego is some of my very best work. unfortunately, it's rare that any of those chapters ever break close to 100 notes, whereas even little reader drabbles will see 2-3x those numbers, sometimes more.

but i write it because i love it, and it's the story i want to tell. that's what matters! and because of my dedication to the story, people have been kind enough to trust me with their time and investment. oc fic will never have the same broad appeal that reader fic does, but that doesn't make it less valuable. you just have to invest more in promoting yourself and convincing people that your story has something to offer them.

my best advice is just don't give up! i'm horribly erratic when it comes to the creative projects i work on, but i've been writing Eat Your Ego for over a year and it has gathered a lovely little following. feedback on that fic means SO much to me. even though there's less of it, the joy it brings me is immeasurable because that fic is special to me. don't give up on your story! it deserves to be told. 🖤

[f1ghtsoftly]

I’ve put this other places, but basically-even if no woman was hurt in pornography, even if no woman was trafficked into pornography against their will getting off to porn would still be gross as fuck.

But usually when I talk about why I was turned off from pornography as a child it has very little to do with the reality that woman are brutalized in it’s creation but the very nature of it as a commercial sex transaction. What is the point of sex if not to authentically bond with another person? Why is sexual desire divorced from just, desiring another person? I could, and still can’t, wrap my head around women as meat, women as objects, women as things to use. What’s the point of that? Where is the gratification if not in the pleasure of your partner? Even temporarily. Why fuck someone you know doesn’t want it? Where is the enjoyment out of causing someone harm?

It bothers me that “normal men” “good men” “feminist men” can cross that line of consent so easily and they can go about their lives and interact with women as friends, mentors, lovers, daughters.

To enjoy viewing pornography knowing that the actress (and sometimes the actor) in the “film” are doing this for money and continue to view it….it is morally wrong. It is a form of sexual assault. It pollutes you mentally and emotionally as you learn to excuse harm done to the others in order to appease your animal instincts. People who watch porn are bad people, they are dangerous people. They are people who watch someone get raped and enjoy it and don’t trouble themselves to think about it further.

But why don’t we see it that way?

The male hatred for women really goes beyond our ability as women to fully understand I think. Like really, consider what would be pleasurable about fucking a corpse. Think about how you’d have to pry a woman’s limbs apart, how cold she would feel, how lifeless the experience would be and the entire time you would simply not think about, not care, or actively like that fact that you’re violating something sacred that you’re treating what was once a loved human being like an object. Or a woman asleep which is much in the same. The fact that men get off on the pleasure of knowing we might wake up. How can a woman enjoy it? Wouldn’t you want your partner to be happy? To love you? To feel pleasure because of your touch? What gain is it to you to know that women live in fear of your desire? How absolutely depraved is man to think that rape is love?

Men frighten me, not because I always believe they’re malicious in a deliberate way, but because they are capable of dehumanizing women so utterly, utterly completely that her horror is not even relevant to them. It’s just an inconvenance as trivial as not liking her “job”. It’s a joke, a dalliance. It’s not serious. Desecration is not sufficient to describe the ways in which male behavior violates the human spirit. How can they live with themselves. How can they live with the lie.

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[donnerpartyofone]

I'm trying to picture the logical outcome of that rhetoric going around about how we should all reblog people's art and fan content out of the goodness of our hearts--like just to satisfy everybody's cravings for attention, as opposed to reblogging if and when we actually like something enough to want it on our own blogs. I mean there's no other reason NOT to reblog something than that you just don't enjoy it enough, so the only reason to press people about reblogs is to override that basic lack of desire and pleasure. With that said:

Let's say person X is earnestly writing and recording really shitty music. You don't like it, but you feel duty-bound to make them happy by acting like you think it's good so you reblog it, all of it, every time. And let's also say your supposedly heroic urge to promote things you don't believe in, to make your blog represent stuff you don't actually care for just to create a feeling of artificial popularity for someone else, catches on, and we all start doing it. Now everyone is playing music they don't like, or are even indifferent to, and we're putting it on all of our blogs, like you're covering your room in posters for something totally uninspiring, that you're only involved with out of pity. And then one day we all find ourselves middle-aged and tired without that much money or energy to go around, and we're still dragging our asses to shows that start too late and go too late, trudging from the bar to the bathroom as the only way of breaking up the monotony of politely sticking it out until your friend goes on--who actually isn't even your friend, they're just some rando on social media who everyone collectively decided to boost out of the misguided notion that we are all owed zillions of notes and followers just because we want them, and now this person gets to go about their days imagining that they're deservedly famous and never learning things like, for instance, you should make art for your own personal satisfaction and not to get everyone else's approval, or that being loved by a few people who really understand you is better than being popular with masses of strangers, or that there are forms of success that aren't just doing numbers on some cretinous website.

One of the more important parts of the above is, person X is not your friend, they're just some guy. In real life, there is a good probability that you will sometimes have a friend who makes bad art or bad music or writes bad poetry etc, and you will feel obligated to go to their show/reading/etc and act supportive and come up with nice things to say until you're exhausted to the point of death. And you sacrifice your time and comfort like this because X is someone in your life who you care about, even if it doesn't feel completely honest to be this positive about everything they do, it's worth it because you're invested in how they feel (this is providing you don't have more of a tough love relationship, which is maybe ideal, but not everybody does so well with that, so ANYWAY). And if you're part of an actual community of artists, everybody winds up buying each other's zines and being the only people at each other's shows and basically just passing the same $10 bill around in a circle forever and man is THAT exhausting, but at least you all know the score, even if no one is saying it.

But what I'm saying is, this is the burden of relationships, the result of not being able to necessarily choose who you love. The most common type of relationship on Tumblr is between strangers; I will never know anything about the vast majority of people whose posts I see, even that I like. I will make some friends and acquaintances, but for the most part I'm here to have my own experience, to follow people because I like what they do, to interact with their stuff for no reason other than that I enjoy it. So for me, the Tumblr pitch is basically "Come to this site, people post all kinds of cool shit and you can amuse yourself for hours!" The pitch should not be "Come to this site where people will conspire to make a charity case out of you by making you think they like your stuff when they really don't," nor should it be "Come to this site where you have a moral obligation to help promote all kinds of random crap you might think is lame or boring, but you're forced to because you feel sorry for strangers who make bad art and you don't think they should have to learn that no one owes them a successful artistic career and popularity isn't everything!" I mean that is a nightmare. If you're lucky you'll have enough of that going on in your real life that you definitely won't want to join a website where you have to do it for people you don't even know. If you're extra lucky, you'll never have to do anything like this at all!

PS If half your likes and reblogs are inspired by charity and not informed by your actual taste, then your approval becomes totally meaningless and nobody should care what you have to say. Same goes for always agreeing with whoever is talking to you and always saying you're sorry even if no one asked for an apology. It's a way of being a liar. You turn your own word into mud.

[celestiall0tus]

Reawakening - Love

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            Chloe headed down the stairs of the school’s dormitories to the main common room. Behind her was Barkk disguised as a human girl identical to Chloe with high pigtails instead of a ponytail.

            “I’m nervous, Cheri,” Chloe said to Barkk.

            “You got this, Chloe! Don’t forget that I’ll be right with you.”

            Chloe gave a nervous smile. She took a breath and headed into the common room. She glanced around at the mix of students that mingled in their friend groups. She gulped and clutched her study book as she stepped inside. She dug her nails into her book as she looked around. A few students glanced her way, then returned to their conversations.

            Chloe sighed and found an empty area and retreated to it. She curled up in her seat and hid in her book.

            Barkk leaned over the arm of the chair. “I thought you wanted to make friends.”

            “I can’t do this. I’m so scared of messing up. Through all your coaching, I’m afraid I’ll say the wrong thing. That they’ll all see me as a monster too.”

            “Chloe, you have to try. Socializing is just like any skill. You need to learn what is the right and wrong thing to say through experience. You’re going to hurt people and they’re going to hurt you, but that’s all part of the process. Only then can you learn and grow and, most importantly, love.”

            “Could you help me, you know, break the ice?”

            Barkk gasped and nodded. She glanced around the room and settled on a group of students with two girls and three boys. She grabbed Chloe and dragged her over to the group. They paused their conversation as the girls approached.

            “Hello, everyone. Pardon the interruption. We wanted to introduce ourselves. I’m-,” Barrk started.

            A boy with brown hair, blue eyes, and fair skin spoke. “You’re Cheri, right? I think we have seventh hour together.”

            Barkk tilted her head. “And you are?”

            “I’m Jake. Who’s your friend?”

            Barkk nudged Chloe. “Go on.”

            Chloe gulped. “I’m… Chloe. Uh, Cheri’s twin.”

            A boy with ginger hair spoke next. “Would you ladies want to join us?”

            Barkk nodded and pulled Chloe into a chair they shared.

            “So, introductions. I’m Cheri Bourgeois and this is my twin, Chloe Bourgeois. Pleasure to meet you all.”

            Chloe hid behind Barkk as the others introduced themselves. The ginger boy was Aden. One of the girls, the one with strawberry blonde hair, was called Shannon. The other girl, who had olive skin and black hair, was Erika. The last boy who was another ginger but had a bulker build than Aden, was Nioclas. They returned to their conversation before with the addition of Barkk.

            Chloe shrunk back in her seat as she watched the conversation. She was asked a few questions, but she gave simple answers, careful not to offend. She more watched Barkk interact with everyone with such ease and how the others absolutely adored her. Bitterness struck her heart. Even if what Barkk said was true, this felt impossible. She just wanted to be good at this already. She didn’t want to worry about being seen as a monster again. She didn’t want to be a monster at all. She wanted to be good.

            The bell rang for the start of study hall.

            “Did you two want to join us?” Jake asked.

            “Yeah, Aden could use the extra help,” Shannon teased.

            Aden feigned offense and struck a dramatic pose. “How could you? Oh, my poor heart is wounded.”

            They all laughed and teased Aden more while Barkk looked at Chloe. Barkk’s heart fell seeing Chloe’s distraught eyes.

            “Maybe next time. I can’t guarantee tomorrow, but maybe in a couple of days.”

            “Cool. See you girls later?” Erika asked.

            “Absolutely!” Barkk cheered.

            The group headed off, leaving Barkk and Chloe.

            Barkk sighed and turned to Chloe. She took Chloe’s hands and lifted her up. “You did good.”

            “But I didn’t do anything.”

            “You didn’t run. You didn’t yell or bark or bite. Those were important steps. Baby steps, but important all the same.”

            Chleo smiled and hugged Barkk. “Thank you.”

            “Of course, sis! Now, let’s go. We have a test to study for and a project to finish.”

[somastory]

Ok Here’s An Actual TLDR Intro Post

KEEP AN EYE ON THIS POST FOR FUTURE EDITS!

Hi, my name’s Rory 😄 I’m a 24 year old pansexual partnered kinky white cisgender woman (she / her) in the New England area training to become a sex coach (I’m still about 2 years away from finishing this first certification). I’d really like to help out other queer and neurodivergent folks find their full pleasure potential and feel good about the sex they’re having! I’m mostly focused on the scientific and psychological side of sex, rather than any mystical or tantric point of view… but admittedly I am agnostic and like to believe in magic and manifestation 💖. Basically, I have tarot cards, but I’m too lazy to use them!

🚫 DNI if you are: 🚫

— A minor / under 18 years old!!!

Seriously DO NOT interact with adult content creators as a minor… you’re not only putting yourself at risk, you’re also putting the adult at risk too.

Literally anyone else is welcome to interact, I just ask that you be respectful. I only follow, like and reblog posts from people with their age in bio (18+) and after doing the vibe check that they wouldn’t mind my interaction with their content.

👀 What Kind of Stuff You’ll See on This Blog: 👀

— My personal stories about my sexual growth / healing journey. Let’s normalize learning about and embracing our pleasure!

— Sex-positive education and activism :)

— Reblogs of hot stuff related to sexual interests of mine (including taboo stuff like age play, incest, MD/lb, BDSM, somnophilia, dubcon, and noncon… DNI if any of these are a hard no / repulsive for you because I may forget to tag). This may include sexy fan art of my fannish interests if I see it and I do the OP vibe check.

— Fan interests include: LISA, Ted Lasso, Jreg, Danganronpa, Persona 5, Salad Fingers, Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared, The Coffin of Andy & Leyley [and while I’m not really an RPF kinda girl, I also like Formula 1 and Jeremy Clarkson / James May / Richard Hammond].

🤯 My Politics, In Case You Were Wondering (DNI if any of this makes you want to cancel me, but I am open to measured discussion): 🤯

— I support racial justice, LGBT+ rights, disability justice, and the neurodiversity movement. I support transformative justice and I am a prison abolitionist about 99% of the time.

— You can’t control the thoughts in your head or who you’re attracted to. People should not be judged on the basis of their thoughts alone. That being said, I strongly believe that certain attractions are better off (which is to say, safer) explored in fantasy rather than IRL (this includes minor-adult relationships and incest).

— I am Pro Choice but respect Pro Lifers as long as they don’t try to enforce their ideology via the law

— I am COVID vaccinated while being partnered with an unvaccinated person

— I’m kind of post-left these days because I don’t really see a world after capitalism but I think the people can make capital work FOR THEM if they organize with this in mind. Having money is not a sin if you acquired it via your own labor and you strive to use it as ethically as possible.

— I strive to be anti-reactionary in all things except this one: Fuck Trump, I’m never voting for him LMAO. This is also why I’m allergic to most social media because it feeds off reactionary politics.

💖💖💖💖 THANKS FOR READING! 💖💖💖💖 (god this was still probably too much information, I’m really good at that)

[trash-gobby]

Could I please request the colonial marines with a virgin reader? Please and thank you

Colonial Marines With a Virgin Reader

Summary: So this was a long time coming. There are some people with less details then others. I still need to work out some of my headcanons so things might change in the future.

Hopefully this works out and y'all enjoy anyway 😅

Pairing(s): Colonial Marines X GN!Reader

Characters: Cynthia Dietrich, Mark Drake, Colette Ferro, Ricco Frost, Scott Gorman, Dwayne Hicks, William Hudson, Daniel Spunkmeyer, Jenette Vasquez, Reader

Link: Alien Franchise

Citrus Scale: 🍋

RATING: PG

⚠️This is an 18+ post because of the NSFW!!! That means I DON’T encourage anyone who interacts with NSFW content who is underage. I’ve talked to other people who’ve been long time content creators and users of this website and I’ve come to the conclusion that I am not your parent and can’t control what content you consume. Just consume responsibly, and know your limits. And If your a minor please DNI

Detailed warnings under the cut

⚠️ Warnings!: Sex, not super explicit references to sex acts

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Cynthia Dietrich

✨ Being a medic Cynthia is very attuned to people's anxieties and insecurities.

✨ She won't pressure you into sex either and doesn't see your virginity as anything weird or worth looking at you different for.

✨ Being the person who takes your virginity isn't something she sees as a prize she's won or something to brag about. It's something intimate between you and her which she'd only talk about with others if your comfortable with that.

✨ She'll be attentive and slow when first having sex with you. She'll let you be the one to initiate so it's at a time where your comfortable.

✨ Cynthia also finds it hot informing you what turns her on and how to please her, as much as finding out what your into.

Mark Drake

✨ Drake is pretty macho, so knowing that you are a virgin is going to be something he's pretty excited about.

✨ He's excited that you want him to be your first, and will feel generally pretty chuffed about it.

✨Learning to respect boundaries is something you will have to discuss with him, since he kinda has a brick for a brain. Once you have a discussion with him, he'll be able to cater more to your comfort level/needs.

✨Drake is petty dominant and a aggressive as a lover, so you would either be really into that, or have to discuss how to deal with that when losing your virginity for the first time.

✨Gonna be the one to initiate sex, but will only continue if you're down in the moment.

✨See's sex the complete opposite way Dietrich does. Definitely needs to take some classes in how not to see sex as a conquest 😒

Colette Ferro

✨ Ferro is pretty open about sex, so she'll be pretty up front about her feelings about virginity. She doesn't have an issue with it at all, she just might be shocked you haven't gotten laid yet lmao

✨Very cool about not pressuring you into having sex before you're ready. Will wait for you to express interest before going down the road of actually having sex

✨Not into the idea of bragging rights about sex, despite having a very sex heavy sense of humor with other marines, like Hudson, Drake and Vasquez

✨Prioritizes your pleasure when it's your first time so that you can have the best first experience as possible.

Ricco Frost

✨ Spunkmeyer is pretty casual about the ideas of sex. He doesn't really care about whether you're a virgin or not.

✨His reaction when you tell him is probably just gonna be to say "cool" and move on. He's not trying to be dismissive, he just doesn't really have an opinion either way.

✨This means when it comes to sex, you'll have to talk to him about your expectations and comfort level, as he approaches sex the same with everyone otherwise.

Scott Gorman

✨ Gorman is super nervous when you tell him about the fact that you're a virgin. It's not that he thinks it's a bad thing. He just has no idea how to handle sex with someone with no experience.

✨He may get way to in-his-head about how to make your first time the best possible time. He doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable on any level (especially emotionally and physically).

✨In the end he might even need more time to get around to the idea of having sex then you.

✨You'll most likely have to have a conversation with him expressing that he doesn't have to be perfect in order to make you happy when it comes to sex or anything else.

✨Eventually he will calm down, but he is a perfectionist and a people pleaser, which is a double edged sword.

✨Probably gonna be the most basic in the bedroom out of everyone in the marines.

Dwayne Hicks

✨ Hicks is gonna feel pretty honored that you want to share your first time with him. Despite being pretty on board with some of the raunchy jokes the other marines make, he is pretty serious about sex.

✨Comfort, privacy and intimacy are a must for Dwayne when it comes to setting the perfect atmosphere for having sex.

✨It's as much about the setup and foreplay for Hicks as it is about sex itself. Making sure the mood is perfect.

✨He's gonna want to make you feel like the most important person when you are ready to finally take things to the next level.

William Hudson

✨ Total ham, so he's probably gonna make a joke about the fact that you're still a virgin. You'll have to let him know if it makes you uncomfortable (but he's probably still gonna make jokes about it. He's an ass).

✨Hudson is also a horny bastard, so knowing you're a virgin is kinda something he thinks is hot. Doesn't mean he won't respect your boundaries, he totally will. But he will express interest at certain moments in desiring you.

✨Will also try to get you interested in different ways, both attempting to be appealing and through humor. Whether that wins you over is entirely based on what you find attractive.

✨Pretty balanced when it comes to making sure you're having fun and him in the bedroom

✨Definitely gonna be chuffed that he's your first, but won't go around sharing it with his buddies.

Daniel Spunkmeyer

✨Spunkmeyer is also not super experienced, so he's gonna be one of the least judgmental. He has only been in one other sexual relationship before joining the military.

✨He's not been as active as others when on leave, wanting to enjoy having time alone to recenter over getting drunk and having a one night stand.

✨Will probably need a lot of your input on what positions, pacing and other things are the most appealing to you.

Jenette Vasquez

✨ Vasquez has a lot of experience with partners of different skill levels and experience sexually.

✨She'll be a really good guiding hand for helping you discover things about yourself, while also learning more about herself in the process.

✨She's very into preening with the other guys in order to keep up rapport, but she will not take it well if anyone makes fun of or implies things about you sexually. She's protective of your privacy, especially when you don't have any experience.

✨Very much balanced between give and take, but will make the experience of your first time fun and memorable for the right reasons

[unorthodox-oblivion]

what's your favorite lost season? (i know it's hard! lol)

HERE IS YOUR WARNING - IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN LOST OR IF YOU'RE STILL WATCHING IT FOR THE FIRST TIME, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS. Ok, ok, ok. I'm definitely in a pickle lol

Hard doesn't even begin to define it.

Lost is a show that makes you question things. As a first (and, for now, only) time viewer, season 1 made me question my eyes. At first glance, things might seem to be one way, but it isn't until you take a closer look that you see the full picture. While I was able to call quite a few of the "plot twists" (and I blame that solely on watching too much television and specifically studying the structure of scripted tv for a living), I still caught myself analyzing characters and situations and questioning my judgement. It feels addictive and fulfilling and like a punch in the gut and a warm hug at the same time. This could definitely be a favorite for me.

Season 2 took me on a journey I didn't expect to enjoy, which only made it all the more pleasurable. While I can appreciate sci-fi, it's not exactly a genre I gravitate towards, but the writers managed to make it interesting for me - a very picky human - and I appreciate them a little extra for it. Season 2 also introduces Desmond *insert heart eyes here*. And as a viewer, I got a few things I really wanted, which is always good. If I go for a technical analysis, cinematography, writing, editing and what not are amazing, but, in spite of that, I wouldn't rank it as my favorite. It didn't click with me as much as other seasons did.

Season 3 kept me on my toes. The more solid introduction of The Others, the uncertainty of the fate of the love triangle... We get Juliet and Ben who, with their qualities and their faults, make fantastic additions to the ensemble and add so much to the story (more than the tailies ever did, since it feels to me like they were only there to really fill a narrative gap). But it pushes the boundaries of reality a little too much for me, the sci-fi is a little less tangible for me. I do believe this was when the writer's strike in the mid-to-late 2000s was starting to come about, so maybe that has something to do with that, but I wouldn't feel confident enough to vote this as a favorite either.

Season 4 clicks for me like Season 1 did. While I don't really love the new additions to the show (all the folks whose intentions you're constantly questioning), I'm VERY fond of the flashforwards and all the character development we get to witness watching them. I'm a big fan of character development and I feel like season 4 gave me a lot of that, even with the people who weren't part of the Oceanic 6 and whose lives during those few years we didn't get to see. We learn a lot more about the Others that interact with the survivors most often. Season 4 is the season where I feel like characters start to accept the changes the island brought to their, uh... character XD.

Season 5 has its pros and cons for me. That's the season where one of my favorite characters really stresses me out, but it kind of feels like the show gets a reset and we almost get to see things through a new lens, which I find very refreshing. But then the whole Jacob thing starts being more relevant to the story and my thoughts start to do backflips trying to keep up with a mess my far-from-religious brain can't quite wrap itself around. The flashforwards continue, and that makes me happy. And we get some Suliet, which also makes me happy. But it's not enough to make it a favorite, unfortunately.

Season 6... oh, season 6. The flashsideways had me jumping up and down with joy. As someone who loves AUs and what-ifs, that fed a very specific part of my soul that didn't even know I craved such content for the actual show. I find it interesting how they drew parallels in the flashsideways as well as the island between this season and season 1. I think it was a really smart way to wrap the show and bring things together with a tiny little red bow. It plays with the nostalgia a little bit and it's interesting. I know the show's ending is controversial, but I really enjoyed it and, while some questions are "left unanswered", I don't believe they're necessary. The whole Jacob and Man in Black stuff is totally meh for me, either way and kinda puts me off when it comes to some of the stuff happening on the island through the season.

All that being said... I think I'll stick to season 1 lmao, thanks for the ask @obsessivedaydreamer and I'm so sorry you had to read through all of that (if you even made it here).

I talk way too much, but if anyone wants to talk about Lost, I'm always game.

[charlotte-bennet-eng]

# about me !!

hello ♡ my name is Charlie, I'm 19 years old and my pronouns are she/her. i’ve been writing since i was 12 years old, i have 1 blog in Spanish and here i’ll publish only and exclusively in English. i really want to show you all the things that i’ve been planning to publish here for a long time and to interact with you and to get to know you. <333

for more information (about my social media, what I'm going to write, what I'm not, requirements for requestions...) keep reading. it’s pleasure to meet you all and I hope you can enjoy my content!!

# social media !!

repost acc

spanish acc

twt

spotify

# about my content (what am i going to post) !!

i feel comfortable writing mostly fanfiction (including drabbles, one shots, and headcanons). i'm involved in many different fandoms and i love them all equally, so i guarantee that you’ll see very varied content. i’m going to provide you a list of those with whom i feel more comfortable writing/i enjoy writing more in + the content that my writings is going to involve.

x reader (amab o afab. voy a intentar que el género del reader sea lo más ambiguo y neutro posible, si no es así aclararé la identidad del reader al principio de cada publicación)

nsfw y sfw.

headcanons, drabbles y fanfics.

Valorant.

Slasher and Horror (+ Dead By Daylight)

Resident Evil.

Final Fantasy VII (for now)

Sk8.

Jujutsu Kaisen.

Boku No Hero Academia.

Genshin Impact.

Mystic Messenger.

My Candy Love.

Inazuma Eleven.

Creepypasta.

Tokyo Revengers.

Shadow Hunters

Duskwood

Sally Face

(more to be added)

# dni & requirements for requests   !!

character x OC / character x character

pedophilia / age play / age gap...

zoophilia, bestiality / furry.

piss / vomit / shit kink.

incest. (including stepsibling realtionships)

extreme BDSM.

Noncon.

(more to be added)

DISCLAIMER: I’ll only include the second to last of these topics when it comes to helping you cope with trauma.i know a lot of people find comfort here on tumblr and i’d also like to give it to you when you need it. :((

The only thing I ask is that when you send your requests, please, if they involve something that can be considered as sensitive for some audiences, please add a Trigger Warning at the beggining of your request, not only because of the readers but because of me, too.

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Ulfric Stormcloak's Not Safe for Work Alphabet

Yes, I am aware that this was a thing a while ago, but I was not on Tumblr at the time. I also wanted to write some NSFW headcanons for Ulfric and decided that perhaps the alphabet might be a good place to start. (I’m actually kind of nervous about posting this, so be nice to me.) 👉🏻👈🏻🥺

There is EXPLICIT content ahead. Minors, DO NOT INTERACT.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

After sex, Ulfric will absolutely want to take care of you once you are both finished. It’s a matter of pride and making sure that you know that he can and will provide and take care of anything you need, whether that be cleaning up afterwards or sending for a bath (where of course he is going to join you) or giving you a thigh massage if things got a little rough, and you are having trouble walking. While the Jarl of Windhelm isn’t the cuddliest of people, he is a possessive bastard and will want to pull you close and hold you after, at least for a little while. And don’t even think about leaving because you will stay firmly in his bed until morning. He insists.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Ulfric’s favorite body part on himself is his arms. Arms you say? Yes, arms. Despite the fact that his body is starting to remind him more and more that he is getting older, he keeps his himself in very good shape, especially his arms. How else would he still be able to swing his axe or sword around? He has to keep his arms in top form if he’s going to keep lopping the heads off of Imperial soldiers.

His favorite part on you, on the other hand, is your ass. When you are walking by in the halls and wearing a tight-fitting pair of trousers, it is one of his favorite things to see. If you really want to get him going, find something in leather and take a few laps around the Great Hall in the Palace.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

With Ulfric Stormcloak, there is one of two places where he wants to put his cum: in your mouth or inside of you. With that being said, out of those two places, he’d much prefer to have his cum inside of you and to see it dripping out of you. He gives him a great satisfaction knowing that he filled you with it and you trust him enough to do this. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

There are not many things, if any at all, which Ulfric would consider that are dirty secrets of his. He knows what he likes, and he isn’t afraid to tell you. However, if there is something which could be considered a dirty secret of his, he would love nothing more than for you to put on his famous bear cloak (with nothing underneath) and fuck you senseless.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

With age comes experience, and Ulfric is very experienced in bed, and he definitely knows what he is doing. Man’s got skills. And while he has absolutely settled down since his youth (he’s a very loyal partner), he still pulls out all of those things he learned to play you like a violin and make you scream.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Most definitely missionary. Our High King loves to dominate and be on top so he doesn’t miss a single second of how you unravel beneath him. It’s half the fun for him to see the pleasure he makes you feel and know he is the one causing it. Despite this, on the rare occasion, he does enjoy when you are on top. There is also something about it that, when in the mood, gets him off about you wanting to take the reins. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Ulfric Stormcloak and the word goofy do not belong the same sentence. He is generally a very serious man, and that definitely carries over to when he is intimate with you. He is very focused, and you are all he sees. 

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Nords tend to be a little hairy in general, and Ulfric isn’t an exception. While he isn’t as vain as he was in his youth, he is also a Jarl and has certain appearances to keep. He likes to keep his beard trimmed and in neat order, as well as his hair. It would be very unbecoming for him to let his outward appearance go. However, when it comes to body hair, that is where things get a little wilder. The man definitely has a decent amount of chest hair, and that doesn’t bother him. He wants to be High King, not win a beauty pageant.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Ulfric is very attentive and once you’ve broken through the stoic, icy façade and have gained his affections, he is a very fierce and loyal lover. Things with him (no matter what the speed) are always very intense whether that be with his possessive touches, meaningful gazes, or hushed words. However, while he might enjoy a good rough session, his favorite sessions are when he can spend time worshiping you and showing you exactly how much you mean to him. And if you are very, very lucky, you might just hear him whisper those coveted three words in your ear while he does so.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

It isn’t often that Ulfric enjoys masturbating anymore, especially when he would much rather be fucking you instead. There is something lonely and cold about his hand, and he likes a warm body. However, he does indulge himself once in a while when you’re not around, but it is always while fantasizing about you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Despite the fact that Ulfric is a pretty traditional man when it comes to the bedroom, he has a few kinks which he is more than willing to share with you. Some of his favorites are: Power play and marking. In relation to power play, he likes to be the one in control of the situation (he definitely prefers to be a top), and enjoys when he has you completely at his mercy. (All with consent of course.) On occasion, he also does like to be called by his titles of “my Jarl” or “my King”. (However, he much prefers when you’re calling his name.)

As for the second kink, Ulfric is a possessive man and likes marking you any place that he can. This can be either through a little bit of rough handling (slight bruises from his possessive grip), hickeys (which he loves to leave on the most frustratingly visible places on your neck), or with his cum (inside of you). 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Normally, Ulfric likes to fuck you in his bed, but he wouldn’t be picky about the location as long as he gets to have his wicked way with you. Some of his other favorite locations would be: against a wall or on the map table in the War Room. There is just something about holding you up and having you pinned against him which really gets him going.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

There is a simple answer and a more detailed answer to this question. Simple: You. The things that you do to him (intimate in nature or not) are what really motivate and turn Ulfric on. He’s older, and thus has left the need or even like for things such as one-night stands behind decades ago. It just doesn’t get him going anymore, and he is looking for something which is more of a connection and something that can make him feel. However, if we’re looking for all the smutty details (which if you are here, then you definitely are), then what really gets him is when you initiate things. Nothing turns him on more than feeling wanted. With that being said, he is only a man, and if you stand naked in the middle of his bedroom, that will also do the trick.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Ulfric is not into anything like knife play, whips, or heavy bondage. It gives him PTSD from his time being tortured by Elenwen. In addition to this, if you aren’t in the mood, he isn’t in the mood. Consent is important to him and he would not in any circumstance want to take advantage of you. He wants you to be willing. You don’t have to be begging and screaming for him (although he does like that), but non-con is not his thing.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Ulfric likes both giving and receiving oral, and he has had his fair share of experience in both. With that being said, as long as you are having a good time, then he is happy. However, he does get a special pleasure from giving oral and tasting you for himself. This is even more true if doing so gets you screaming his name, which is more often than not. The man doesn’t like to use his tongue only for talking. ;)

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

For Ulfric, it doesn’t matter what his pace is as long as he is with you. He enjoys both doing things rough and dirty as well as slowing things down and making love to you. Perhaps, however, if he were forced to choose between the two, he would prefer the more sensual drawn-out sessions where he can shower you in affections and pick apart just what gets you off piece by piece.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Ulfric is actually not terribly fond of quickies. However, he would not say no to one, especially if you’re in the mood, and he’s running late to a meeting. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Have I mentioned that Ulfric is traditional? There isn’t much room or even thought of experimentation or risk in the bedroom for him. However, as he is pretty experienced, he has picked up a thing or two which he surprises you with once in a while. And dear sweet Diabella, when he does, it certainly is a treat. And he gets off on just watching you cuss him to the moons and back.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

It is no secret that Ulfric is not a young man anymore, and sometimes this fact makes him a bit self-conscious, especially if you are younger than he is. (Even if he is kind of into the age gap.) Because of this, sometimes he wishes he had a bit more stamina so that he could go multiple rounds. (His max is two in a day.) However, he makes it up in quality (which is more important anyway) and on occasion will still give it to you so hard you can’t walk straight.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

While Ulfirc isn’t entirely opposed to toys, they just aren’t his style. He is very much a hands on type of lover and enjoys knowing that he is the one bringing you to climax, either with his hands and his cock. He’s a bit traditional in that sense, but who can blame the man? Especially when he gets the job done so well. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

U is for Ulfric, and oh boy, does he like to tease, and he is very cocky about it. (It’s part of the complete ego package.) He absolutely knows what you like and will make sure that you know that he knows. The more flustered he can make you, the more turned on he gets. As for the cherry on top of the sundae, if he is in the mood, he’ll tease you throughout the day at the most inopportune moments by whispering all of the hot, dirty things that he wants to do to you later. (Because he knows that his voice turns you on as much as the anticipation of what he’ll do to you. Bastard.)

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Honestly, Ulfric is a man who loves to talk, so it should not surprise you that he likes to be vocal in the bedroom. He definitely isn’t afraid to let you know what he thinks about what you’re doing to him, so it is not uncommon for you to hear him groaning and calling out your name while you’re either sucking him off or fucking him.

In regards to volume, he isn’t always loud. However, he definitely can be if you’re doing something particularly delicious to him. And if you really get him going, you might just be able to hear some of his thu’um laced in there. (Imagine all those good vibrations.)

W = Wild Card (a random headcanon for the character)

One of the places which Ulfric really would like to fuck you is on his throne. (How could that not be the case when he lounges on it so well?) It’s not even about it being being a public space. It’s more about the power of sitting on his throne and you pleasuring him like the king he is. It is definitely a fantasy which lives rent free in his mind. Perhaps that might be a good birthday present for him…if he’s good.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Underneath Uflric’s clothes, you will see many scars in a wide variety in shapes and sizes, and he is surprisingly self-conscious about some of them. If it’s the first time he’s being intimate with a you, he might even go so far as to leave his shirt on. However, if he trusts and is comfortable with you, he will certainly take it off. …and you will definitely get an eyeful. Despite the amount of time he spends sitting at his desk, Ulfric keeps himself in shape, and his chest and arms are rather muscled. 

And as for what is under his loincloth? He is a pretty big Nord, so his cock matches his stature (and he definitely knows how to use it to his advantage.) If you are not prepared (foreplay is important), it’s definitely going to hurt a bit. It’s around 6 inches long when erect and a little on the girthy side. So, he’s larger than average but not too big. (No one wants a monster cock anyway.)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

While Ulfric isn’t in his teenage years anymore, he still has a very decent sex drive and appetite for you. The thought of having you floats in and out of his mind during the day, especially during tedious meetings. (One of his favorite daydreams is related to taking you on the meeting table.) However, if it has been a while since he has had you, one might say that he can get a little impatient. (And perhaps you might say that’s his favorite time to fuck you hard and fast. The man knows what he wants.) 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

How fast Ulfric falls asleep after sex really depends on how exhausted and how much he has been sleeping lately. While it isn’t usual that he falls asleep right away afterwards, if he has been particularly stressed doing paperwork, he might doze off a bit sooner than he would like. But if he isn’t completely tired from his duties as High King, he likes to take care of you, hold you a little, and talk about all the things he hopes to do in the future with you by his side. (It’s rather cute, really.)

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