#lamb.writes

[nanamimizz]

tags: 18+ minors dni, druid reader, reader and astarion are in an established relationship and have brought in halsin, takes place after the events of the game. um. halsin calls you puppy/pup. gender neutral reader.

a/n: don’t perceive me please.

halsin is not a fool. he knows what it is that you feel towards him far before you do. you’re sweet, faithfully kind but not the sharpest knife in the drawer by any means.

maybe it’s what one gets when they swear off steel in favor of stone.

halsin sees its clearly - how you submit to him, the druidic order that curls through the marrow or your bone commands you to bear your throat to him. the same one that astarion takes his fill from. despite halsin’s leaving behind the grove and it’s rankings you still bow before your betters even subconsciously, even as you pursue astarion like the sun chases the sky and bond with him.

body and soul. astarion’s scent lingers on your skin; rich with rosemary and bergamot in way that tantalizes the senses. it doesn’t surprise halsin that you are so attracted and attached to the vampire spawn but what does surprise him is when the said spawn comes to the former arch druid for advice on certain matters.

it’s what leads to how halsin has you now - his thumb in your mouth as you drool and whine around it. he’s over you, looming and broad while you lay prettily beneath him. halsin makes you small, makes your weak with your proverbial tail between your legs and proverbial ears flattened against your skull.

“pretty thing - whatever happened to your fangs?” halsin rumbles above you, voice soft as it is teasing and something wickedly heated dances in the shade of his hazel eyes. you pant, drooling and whining as halsin’s thumb presses against your silken tongue. the side of the digit is caught on the pointed ends of your teeth, and you softly gasp at the taste of halsin’s blood in your mouth along the salt of his flesh.

“has living with our vampling tamed you so? turned you from beast to pup?” his other hand slips between your garments, his touch hot against your smooth skin. you squirm and there’s something like tears springing from your eyes at the touch alone - and you gasp around his thumb. his hand settles on the curve of your hip, the width of his hand swallowing the lines of your form wantonly; touch heaving with wanting, with desire.

“worry not pretty pup. i will take great pleasure in making you wild again.”

[short-black-diamond]

Enemies/Hater #3 for Kunigami?

I know that man has a monster sized dick

AYO THIS COMBINATION IS DANGEROUS, you are playing with fire here, anon!!!

warnings/summary: smut obviously, Our hero looses his v-card~!, bullying, and fluff, also a lil confession scene, and you and Kunigami are huge dorks, also I'm putting one of my kinks in there (find out what it is!), and Oliver slander (I love him but I don't like his cheater-nature, so imma use it as a plot device)

again, this will be as vanilla as possible. or not.

word count: 5.1 k words oh man...✌💀😭

taglist: @kyuzra, @ann-teige, @loser-vxbez

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Tea-kettle.

your father always called people who took too long in the traffic with their cars to drive around tea-kettles. When people acted like dumb children, when people got on his nerves...tea-kettle.

Simple, but sophisticated.

And, well, you took after your father.

You just had the biggest luck of having no other male than Kunigami as your new roommate for the new semester, and for the most part, it was nice with him.

Well, except for the part that his clothes were basically everywhere, and even in places they shouldn't be, for example worn and sweaty and stinky socks the kitchen?

But that was not the only ick he had. He was way too calm and tried to mansplain you over and over again with stuff you'd do with your girl-math.

And that would always lead to arguments. I mean, who cares if the coupon expired, the staff would close an eye on a sweet thing like you and done was the thing, so why did the orange haired guy have to mind your business?

"Jeez, can't you let me be for once?"

"You're not doing it right. The coupon has expired-"

"Why can't you mind your own business?", you'd say in an annoyed tone, with the male looking down at you, confused and also slightly irritated.

"Because it's not fair for the workers-"

"They were still ready to accept it, dude. I even told them before you came back with your pack of 'protein' chocolate bars."

And then he'd look to the side with a frown and a cute pout.

And, well, you've grown to hate him a bit because of that. When he was gone for practise or afternoon school, the apartment would be silent and pleasant, with you being able to clean up everything and even cook something nice as he'd come home.

But, as soon as he'd come in, he'd ask stupid questions like; "How much kcal does a portion of your food have?", "Is it oily?", "You cooked too much."

Ugh! Can't he let you be for once? You also don't ask him about everything!

"Stop asking me those questions, and just eat what I cook!", You'd exclaim in an annoyed tone, already irritated by the mere smell of his sweat (caramel*cough*Bakugo*cough*), and you'd huff.

And then, Kunigami Rensuke would have the audacity to ask you why you behaved like that, because he was just asking normal questions and he liked keeping a diet.

...yeah, would be hard for somebody who wasn't japanese and only knew how to cook cultural and traditional home-food.

and it is tiring. Having the same arguments over and over again.

And thus, you gave Kunigami the name "tea-kettle", leaving him dumbfounded at the nickname insult. whenever he asked you what you meant by that, you'd just huff and tell him that you were busy with somehting.

But, that was not the only thing that made you irritated and angry the whole time.

You had just broken up with your boyfriend Oiver, having him caught cheating on you with a blonde bitch who couldn't even hold a candle next to you.

And you were horny.

More than the average human.

So...you ordered a few dildos...which were pretty big.

...

Kunigami thought you were cute, but weird. Easily frustrated and pretty irritable. you were a feisty woman.

He didn't know why you'd always snap at him when he'd ask you simple questions. He always apologizes when you scold him for forgetting to do something or doing something wrong.

He doesn't know why you are like this. Even though you're a great roommate who loves a clean home and can cook, he doesn't like your attitude.

Not a single bit.

...okay, maybe a little. But most of the time, it irritates him as well. He's just glad that he could have a silent night because you were not a night owl...until you became one.

And he also had to listen to the noises you made...making him blush, and also move his member into a stiff position.

Kunigami had trouble deciphering your personality. He had trouble getting smart from your 'girl-math'?? and why you always yelled at him with his clothes.

He can't be blamed when they fly all over the place, he also forgets where he placed his belongings, but now he's the one irritated.

Now, since a month, he has to listen to you going dumb over fucking a dildo, having to listen to your moans, whimpers and gasps while you pump it in and outside of you.

and it was also you who said a month earlier that you didn't like dicks.

That you despised them. That they looked weird.

You said that dicks were disappointing.

But why were you riding one then? Did something happen for you to change your mindset?

...

It was a late afternoon when you came home to the apartment just like you left it, which meant that Kunigami wasn't home yet. Perfect.

You quickly went into your room, taking off your bottoms and then taking out the dildo you purchased just recently. It was bigger than the ones you were using previously, and you could also stick it to the ground or wall to ride it.

and just as you were done putting it into your awaiting vagina, Kunigami stepped in to your room. He leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, staring at you with a serious expression and a small blush as you tried to cover yourself in a haste while you yelled profanities at him.

you were embarassed to be seen like that, having a big cock inside you, and being caught by your crush roommate doing something explicit like that. But...it turned you on. you were an exhibitionist at heart, and getting caught in such a position, with your legs spread to have him see your pussy and thr orange dildo inside it...it made you wet.

"You said that dicks were dissappointing, so what is that?", he mused and took in your form. Your brows were furrowed, face red...from embarassent or pleasure? you were panting like a bitch in heat, and he also caught sight of the large silicone cock you had buried deep inside you.

"Not your dick, that much is clear!", you snapped back. you wanted to yell at him to leave the room. To blackmail him. but...you also wanted to see where this was going. He didn't look disgusted with you being horny. He didn't look disappointed...more...amused?..maybe also aroused?

He huffed in amusement before sitting himself down on your desk chair manspreading, making you ogle at his hard-on, which was way larger than the one you had inside of you. He nodded his head to your direction, smirking.

"C'mon, tell me. Why should my dick be disappointing?", Kunigami asked and slowly took his hands from his thighs up to his zipper. You gulped as you watched him like a hawk.

"hmpf! B-because you probably have a small di-", and gone was your voice when Kunigami took it out. too heavy to stand upright was the seven inch penis he held in his pants, thicker than a soda can, and veiny was it too.

Kunigami bit his lip as he blushed from your wide eyes. Kunigami had no idea what the fuck he was doing. Not a single idea.

He was the biggest virgin after all, but he knew from his friends that he had a rather large cock. However, you were the first one to actually see it. The first female, to be precise.

and, well, since you were a girl and also somehow his crush, Kunigami felt his ego and pride increasing every passing second your eyes lingered on his dick.

"Do I have a small dick, ____?", came out in a soft, deep tone. You took a shaky breath before closing your eyes and shaking your head no.

You were salivating, in your mouth and your pussy. His cock was glorious. it even looked big in his hands, which were also pretty big to begin with. you gulped down your saliva before you tore your eyes up to his face. "N-no...", you choked. You forgot about the cock which rested inside your pussy and just thought about his, your eyes widening and gasping when he drove his thumb over the head.

It looked amazing, just that single movement, with him rubbing his thumb around the tip of his head. "hnn...mm...", he whimpered and moaned as he slowly started to masturbate.

"Th-then why...of fuck...why do you hate me?", he gritted through his teeth when he applied pressure while rubbing himself. your eyes widened and you blushed even more.

You raised yourself to walk over to him and emphasize that you indeed didn't hate him anymore, but you forgot that you had somehting inside you, and you gasped when you felt the dildo drag his thickness along your walls.

Kunigami saw it. the way the dildo raised itself a bit while you were trying to stand up from your seat, how wet it was...he moved his hand up and down his dick once with force, and flinched with a whimper.

"ahh...I-I don't hate you...!", you moaned when you sat back down. But you raised yourself right again. If Kunigami made himself feel good, why shouldn't you?

"Oh yeah? ...th-then why are you a-*hiss*-always yelling??", he groaned when he saw you slowly riding the dildo. your boobs were jiggling with every rise and fall you did, and he also couldn't ignore the slapping sound which erupted softly. He gulped and sighed shakily as he flicked his wrist around his cock.

"mmh, because you never do what I tell you!...ah..hah...Your c-clothes are always thrown somewhere...oh...a-and you always forget to do stuff!", you exclaimed, speeding up your thrusts on the cock.

Kunigami hissed in pleasure when he pressed down on his dick head. His dick twitched painfully at the way you were assaulting the dildo. he was jealous that he wasn't inside you. He bit his lip, glaring at the orange dick.

"why is it orange??", he asked after he stopped jerking off for a moment. you somehow blushed even more. "...i...um...", you spoky shyly, looking at the ground in front of you.

And, well, he took it as a chance to stand up and walk over to youpushing you onto your back harshly. You gasped when his rough hands touched your soft body, and he hovered over you with a smirk, sitting on his parted knees and toes, your legs on his thighs as he brought his hand up and down his dick while the other one took hold of the dildo inside you.

"does it...remind you of me?", he asked softly, quietly, as he slowly took out the dildo. you held in your breath, not daring to say anything. you were embarassed, laying on your back with your legs over his and seeing him so...seductively...majestically...on his knees as he looks down on you.

Suddenly, you were filled up to the brim, knocking the air out of your lungs. Kunigami pressed the plastic cock into you with force, and you choked on your own breath.

"Come on, ____...answer me.", he says in a deep tone, and you could hear a hint of irritation but moreso desire in it. You averted your eyes shyly.

"yes...", you breathed out and looked at him. you felt bare, with no bottoms and you also decided to wear a low-cut, tight shirt with no bra. you had cute thigh highs though.

And Kunigami...well, like I said...he looked majestic, with his tight shirt, having sweated a little into it, making his abs and pecs more defined, along with his pants nearly getting torn open as they tried holding his muscular and flexed thighs covered. and then there where his arms, one being directed to your frame while the other held his member.

and...his eyes...his face...he looked so handsome...like a prince, or king...he was your hero.

He huffed in amusement before leaning more and more down, until he was hovering over your torso. his hands were now planted on either side of your head as you looked at him with wide eyes, feeling his hot, big dick against your stomach and the dildo inside you get sucked in by your pussy.

you gulped when he took a strand of your hair and kissed it. "Listen, ____...I'd...like to do it with you.", he spoke gently, softly, only for you to hear as he gazed at you through his lashes. he had a small blush on, even though he was literally jerking off to you in front of you a few moments ago.

your face heated up. you were surprised he even wanted to have to do anything with you. but, you should've seen it coming when he didn't call you disgusting and took his cock out instead.

"why?", you asked, feeling shy and vulnerable underneath him. His gaze on you was intense and you couldn't help but look away in embarassment.

Kunigami carefully put one of his large hands on your cheek and slowly directed your face to look at him. "Because...even though you have an attitude with me, you're actually a pretty sweet person...I mean", he spoke and took one of your hands and softly tracing his thumb on the back of it, "you clean up the apartment...you cook nice meals...and you're also a pretty chill roommate, although we often get into arguments."

you huffed in embarassment. "how dare you confess to me while I have a dick inside me and yours is hanging out?!"

Kunigami blushed as well. "I-I want to do it with you! And you asked me why! So I answered!"

there was a moment of silence as you two stared at each other, completely flustered. Then you brought your hands up to his face. he blushed once more. you frowned at him with red cheeks.

"then...l-let's do it...", you whispered before you kissed him. His eyes widened when your lips connected with his. Rensuke's eyes fluttered to a close as they rolled back and he kissed you back passionately.

you moaned against his lips when he parted the first kiss and opened his mouth, making out with you. his tongue rubbed and danced against yours, and you could taste some of the leftover soup he must've eaten which you prepared earlier.

While he was getting lost in the feeling of your mouths clashing against one another and your sweet moans, one of his hands started to wander as the other one held himself up above you. the one which wasn't holding himself upwards caressed your side, then went up to gently squeeze one of your bra-less tits, groaning against your lips when he felt the soft flesh spill out between the palms of his hands.

he kissed your nose before trailing his kisses south. his lips made contact with your jaw, then three kisses down your throat and neck, a few smacks against your pretty collarbone until he neared your boob.

your legs were wrapped around his hips and your arms around his neck. you were letting soft sighs and moans escape you when he did his ministrations.

it was silent. no words spoken as you let him do as he pleased with your body, and you were pleasantly surprised when he didn't start fucking you like you were some kind of whore, like Oliver did.

No. He treated you like his lover. Like his wife.

You sighed shakily. And then he stopped.

"Kuni-" "Rensuke.", he interrupted you, looking at you with fond eyes.

"...Rensuke...", you started then, in a trance as you looked at the handsome male above you. "why...why did you stop?"

He looked to the side sheepishly, a blush coating his cheekbones. "D-do you maybe have ...a-a condom? Don't wanna risk it...", he said quietly, shyly as he swallowed the lump of saliva.

You nodded then. 'of course! gosh, I'm so stupid!', you thought as you rolled to the side to take something from the drawer on the night stand. A pack of XXL (does that even exist?) condoms.

His eyes widened when you gave him a single pack while you took a few more with a red face. then you quickly tucked the rest away. "w-why...do you have a pack of condoms?", he asked. Last time he remembered, you told him you were single, so why...?

"I had a boyfriend named Oliver, but he cheated on me...", you mumbled as you laid there on your stomach, showing him your body from behind and even though Kunigami felt bad for you, he bit his lip when he saw your juicy ass and thighs.

"How dare he...!?", Rensuke seethed instead and ripped off the pack. your shoulder flinched as you listened to the sound of him taking out the lubed condom and hissing as he slowly put it over his dick.

"are you okay?", you asked softly over your shoulder, glancing at him. then you turned around completely with an angry face.

"WHAT THE HELL!?!", you yelled when he took off his clothes, which...landed all over the place...again...in a random room though.

He rolled his eyes playfully. "I'll pick 'em up later, sweetheart", he grumbled under his breath as you turned around on your stomach again and huffed in annoyance. However, you weren't prepared when you felt your ankles get grabbed and you yelped when you got pulled backwards.

your lower half was out from the bed, with your knees and feet on the ground, your hips at the edge and your upper body on the bed. you turned around again and glared at him. "what was that f-mmh!"

ye, he shut you up by kissing you. his hand held your throat as he made you look to the side and he kissed you passionately, pulling at your nipple with the other hand before releasing it and trailing his hand lower to play with your clit a little. He couldn't find it and massaged your pussy lips instead. but it also felt nice.

You moaned against his mouth when he finally found the nub though, and assaulted it by rubbing his thumb up and down on it, while applying pressure. His hand on your neck tightened, and the dildo you still head inside you got squeezed by your walls.

you panted and whimpered against his lips. He leaned his head back to look at you. He smiled while panting as well, and only now did you feel his dick rub against your butt. "does...can...could he make you feel like this?", he whispered and kissed your cheek.

you keened at his words and sighed. "No. n-never- ah!", you yelped and your back arched when he took off your dildo from you. You felt empty and whined at the loss. he chuckled as he looked at the slick-covered cock.

"My turn."

You blushed heavily at that.

He then placed the dildo on your bed, right in front of you, as he aligned his cock to your entrance. your toes curled inside your highs as you glanced behind you with a nervousness you didn't even feel when Oliver fucked you.

"d-do you think it'll fit?"

Kunigami looked up with a parted mouth before smiling fondly at you. "...I'll make it fit."

You "eep!"ed. how could he say something like that?!

"w-wait, have you had sex before???"

"Nope, but I hope you'll let me practise."

Your mouth stood open as you stared at him in disbelief and he chuckled nervously. "J-just relax-"

"THAT'S EASY FOR YOU TO SAY!", you yelled in fear and gripped the bedsheets tightly. Kunigami scoffed. "C'mon, I'm sure your ex had a big cock as well, no?"

"Not as big as yours...!", you retorted with an annoyed pout but you flinched when you felt the head of his penis press against your pussy. even though your legs where spread, you could feel him touch your pussy and your inner thighs, that's how big he was.

you started to have second thoughts. "H-how ab- AHH!", you yelled, when he pressed his head inside. you two took a minute to regain your breaths. you were surprised that it didn't sting as much as you thought, but it still hurt, but you liked it, somehow.

and Kunigami was having his face directed to the ceiling as his mouth stood open in a gasp. He didn't know that your pussy was so tight, even after you've been having that huge ass dildo inside of you. how was that even possible?

"S-...sorry, sweetheart! I-I...fuck...I c-couldn't help--ohhh...myself!", he exclaimed as he felt your pussy pulse around his head. he tried not to thrust into you or fall unconscious from the amount of pleasure he got. You were mewling on the bed.

It just felt so good, even if it pained you very much. "Please...wait a lil more...", you asked, but Kunigami wanted to keep going. He then called you the nickname you used as an insult on him.

"You're such a tea-kettle, y'know that?", he groaned as he leaned onto you from behind and right into your ear and stroked your thighs, ass, back and sides with his large, warm hands. you squirmed in embarassment and pleasure.

"w-what's that s'posed ta mean!?", you asked right afterwards but gasped when his fingers played with your nipples. "How about you fix your attitude 'round me, love?", he asked in a whisper instead before he kissed the back of your shoulder with closed eyes.

You hated him. More than you ever could. How dare he speak to you like that, hah?!? Makes you regret your life choices by pushing his dick inside of you and then having the fucking audacity to tell you to "fix your attitude"??? And also how dare he make you feel so special? Asking you for consent before he did something like putting his dick inside of you and then also respecting you for wanting to wait a bit to adjust?

What the fuck?

With Oliver it just went straight to fucking, but with Kuni- ahem, Rensuke...it was more like...making love.

you had to watch your tone around Kunigami. He was a good guy. you blushed and after a while, you put your right arm up to scratch his head.

"y-you can move now...", you muttered shyly and prepared to get knocked out with a single thrust from him, but you were met with a Ransuke who massaged your hips in order to distract you from the oncoming pain as he pushed his dick more into you with a tempo which was slower than a snail.

It nearly didn't hurt at all when he bottomed out, having had to ask you to spread your legs a little more so that he could fit inside you fully, but even that didn't help as there was still a bit less than half of him outside. Rensuke gulped before chuckling breathlessly.

Now, your walls were literally pumping him at this point, and he tossed his head back with a groan.

"h-how do you feel, pretty?", he asked as he looked at your upper body which lay on the bed. your eyes were closed. Peacefully.

He panicked. "_-____?!"

You jolted. "what?!", you yelped, feeling fuller than a thanksgiving turkey. You just wanted to rest, because you felt like you coud fall asleep like that. your knees started to hurt, though.

"Oh, thank god...I thought you were unconscious...or worse...!", he said in a scared tone and hugged you. your eyes widened.

Oliver didn't care for you like that. He just fucked you, and that was it. He didn't really take care after the sex. he just threw a wet washcloth at you and left.

You felt like crying. "I-thank you, Rensuke...", you spoke softly and moaned when his dick twitched. "S-sorry..."

You giggled before pressing yourself against his hips, biting your lip and moaning aloud when you felt him go deeper inside you, and Rensuke grabbed the sheets tightly as he grinded against your butt. He cursed a lot because of that before he grabbed your hips. "S-stop. stop it, please.", he begged, and you stopped abruptly.

"wanna stop completely?", you asked as you turned around, seeing his taller frame rise and fall rapidly as his head hung low. "N-no...just...c-can we...take a small break? and maybe do it on the bed?", Rensuke asked shyly as he looked up at you with a pained expression.

you were turned on. too much. You nodded silently and began to miss the fullness his dick gave you, feeling completely empty now. You shakily stood up and hugged his head, playing with his hair as he hugged you back, still on his knees. "sorry..."

"Hey, it's okay, baby.", you shushed him, and made him face you as you looked at him fondly...lovingly. "It's your first time, Rennie, don't want you to fuck me into oblivion, y'know? We can also cuddle if you want. Also thank you for telling me to stop. Many people pull through the act even if they don't like it. I'm glad you let me know."

your voice was gently, your fingers working wonders on his hair and head, and he sighed contently, hugging you tightly before he stood up, towering over you and gently pushing you back to the bed.

You crawled back with a grin when he smiled and crawled to you with a hint of mischiviousness. You bit your lip excitedly when his face neared yours. "You're just so pretty, ____...the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.", he said softly, and before you could react did he kiss you clumsily on the lips.

Seems like he never kissed anybody as well...was he a hardcore virgin? And your heart fluttered at his praise. you kissed him back with more passion, your experience letting you dominate the kissing as you felt him shyly open his mouth for you to enter with your tongue.

And you also took this as a chance to turn the tables. The moment you parted lips, you quickly pushed him back, making him land on his back with a "w-whoah!" as you sat yourself on his hips, his dick right underneath your slick, juicy cunt.

You glared at him playfully before you leaned down and started making out with him again, changing the angle of your head again and again to kiss him differently, and he caught on over time, and soon, your tongues danced together as you eplored each others bodies with your hands.

Rensuke was the first to part, panting as he had his eyes closed in bliss, and his legs twitched violently when you rolled your hips against his groin. he hissed. "f-fuck..!"

you keened at the pleasure, loving how nice the pussyjob felt which you gave him. "you like that, baby boy?", you teased as you drove your hips slowly and with much more pressure up and forward to the head of his dick, and he trembled slightly.

"D-don't call me baby boy...! ....but...feels good...", he gritted through his teeth as he felt his orgasm approach. You narrowed your eyes at him with a smirk before you took his dick gently, holding the heavy schlong up as softly as possible, with him looking at you confused through his blissed out face.

He didn't have to ask you what you were about to do though, because you just raised your hips, putting his dick at your entrance, and then lowering yourself again slowly. And this time, his dick went in fully. you had a belly bulge. Kunigami wanted to cum right then and there.

He moaned shakily when he felt your pulsing walls again, placing his hands on your waist this time as he leaned forward and kissed you. "mmh, y'make me cum..."

"I hope so...'m close too, y'know?", you answered and took one of his hands, placing it on your throat. He raised his eyebrow. "felt good when you did this...do it again. But apply some more pressure...here.", you said softly when you placed his thumb and middle finger on either side of your pulse points.

he frowned with a blush. "I-I only did it in the heat of the moment, ____-"

"And I loved it. Please do it again?"

He looked at you for a moment before he sighed. He then thrusted upwards, up into your g-spot and put slight pressure on your throat, cutting off your air support little by little.

your eyes were glazed over a bit as they fluttered and you began raising and lowering yourself on him. He applied more pressure and you groaned, feeling the air leave your lings, and your vagina pulsed around his dick, making him gasp sharply.

In less than a second, you were back on your back now, with him still being inside you, you gasping for air as he left your throat to stabilize himself before he began thrusting into you, knocking out the air from your lungs like that as well.

you scratched his muscular wrists with your nails as you mewled and gasped and moaned at the feeling of his dick pumping in and outside of you. He was panting above you, and he reveled in the view of you.

Lost, but looking up at him as if he was some sort of divine person...like he was a hero...

He groaned loudly before he adjusted his legs and spread them a bit more a part before he swiveled his hips against yours in a slapping motion. "Oh shit...fuck! Y're so tight...hnnnghh~...", he whimpered as he tried keeping up his ministrations, and you were gasping and moaning.

He wanted to cum so fucking badly...but he wanted you to orgasm on his dick first. he then looked down from your face, to your jiggling tits with each thrust he made -he smiled dumbly at that- before his gaze travelled more downwards to where your pussy and his dick met. your pussy was glistening with your own juice, which allowed Kunigami to go into you much easier.

He put his finger on your clit and swiped it around quickly as he felt like he could cum any second now. And it also didn't help any more as he felt you gasp sharply and whine at his fingers.

Everything was so...loud. The slapping of skin against skin, and the wet sounds of your juice and his dick rubbing around inside you, the rustling of sheets as you kicked your feet around in pleasure, the bed creaking with Kunigami's thrusts, and the sounds which you and Rensuke made.

you came first with a cry of his name, squirting as you did so, and Kunigami's mouth stood wide open as he watched you, while cumming into the condom inside you.

He and you were a panting, sweaty mess.

"uh...d-did you two have to do it in my room?", came the shy voice of Ness, your new roommate. He was a blushing mess when he saw you two, but you noticed his boner (which he poorly hid), and so did Kunigami.

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I hope this was good enough, and I will read it again after some time.

Read you in the next post! Requests are CLOSED (...until I say they're open again)

[nanamimizz]

𝐌𝚬𝐋𝐓

tags: diluc birthday fic - fem reader, size difference, accidental creampie, temperature play, possessiveness, established relationship, the first time being intimate, marking, knight of favonius and cryo vision wielder reader. 6.k

synopsis: 𝐖𝐇𝚬𝐍 𝐂𝐑𝐘𝚶 𝐌𝚬𝚬𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐘𝐑𝚶, 𝐌𝚬𝐋𝐓 𝚶𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒.

You regret taking upon this assignment - more like a favor. The next time you see the blonde alchemist, you will freeze over all his ink pots. A small revenge for the suffering he put you through to head to his camp on Dragonspine for research notes he left behind. You sigh, tucking away the wind glider that you had used to descend the mountain, and think back to why you were sent - Klee is currently sick and has monopolized Albedo’s efforts, and you have always been weak to help the needy so you had readily agreed to the errand despite the blistering cold of the haunted mountain.

It seems your time under the tutelage of the Acting Grand Master has done you more harm than good.

Misfortune smiles upon you as you walk down the path that veers off the snowy side of the mountain, to the small river that leads onto the familiar view of tall grass and proud trees that decorate the land of the Anemo Archon. You are still shivering, and there is still some powdery snow on your hair that melts in the presence of the sun but as soon as you blink the sky darkens. You feel a small drip on the top of your head, and your shoulders drop in defeat as the scent of wet earth fills your nose and the sky is bloated black by the clouds - rainfall.

Just your luck, huh?

Your breath still mists over your lips and you shudder - fresh off the mountain and now getting soaked through by the rain a fog settles over your vision and you curse at how it blurs the sights together. Sucking on your teeth you ponder your options, it would be dangerous to use your wind glider now - you can’t see well, the mist of the mountain and the rain clouding what you can perceive even with your goggles. All you do is sigh and tug on your bootstraps, you are going to have to climb down the mountain.

It was easier than you expected if you discount the chattering of your teeth and the loss of feeling in your fingers despite your gloves. As you jump, climb, and trudge down the woods of Mondstadt you fail to notice that you have gone too far to the left of your map, and as you can begin to see the telltale sign of small, modest houses and crystal flies among grape vines; there is a flush that blooms across your face that isn’t from the nipping cold.

You’ve taken a big veer to the left and found yourself at Dawn Winery, subconsciously and purely by coincidence of course. A certain redhead flashes in your mind’s eye and you groan, bringing a hand up to your face in embarrassment. Even during your duties as a knight, your heart still leads you to the man you’ve recently started to court after having a harmless crush on him since his time in the Knights at the tender age of 14.

Lightning flashes, thunder booms, and the wind picks up whipping the hood of your outerwear back, you are so caught off guard you take a misstep sliding down the rocky side of the natural f formations of the mountain until you land at the base of the evergreen trees that reside on the paths that lead to the front door of the manor. It’s almost as if the Anemo Archon was pushing you toward the front door of the man you have loved since childhood. Picking yourself up, you swipe at the mud that mars your sleeves and trudge your way up the first paths that have turned into a mush of mud and rainwater. Arriving at the door you use the knocker, beating on the dark wood once and twice. You don’t have to wait for long when you see the familiar face of the head maid Adelinde, her blonde hair shines in the light of the lamp she holds in her hand. You wave timidly when she gasps your name, worry painting her face as she pulls you inside.

She’s rather strong for a maid, you think amused.

“What in the name of Barbatos were you doing out there?” She asks, lighting the fireplace in the drawing room and taking your outerwear away from you. You wince at how it drips onto the expensive wood flooring and how mud stains her sleeves. Your hair drips down your neck and you shiver, she hands you a towel - kept in the cabinet near the fireplace for emergencies at the table that is first seen when you enter through the front doors of the winery. She drags you to one of the fine chairs in front of the fire.

Before you could answer, a deep masculine voice rings from upstairs, calling out for Adelinde. Steps can be heard on the polished wood and you nervously tuck a stray hair behind your as the all too familiar scent of smokey wood and lampgrass fills your senses.

“Master Diluc, it seems we are having a special guest stay with us for the night.” The head maid says eyes flickering between the two of you as you squawk from your place in the chair. Diluc turns the corner, red eyes wide when he sees you, soaked through and shivering like a stray left in the rain. With the speed you’ve seen him exhibit in battle, he is by your side, his hand outreached to touch you before he freezes and drops his hand, still gloved by his side. Touching you so early into your budding relationship wouldn’t be proper -  and Diluc is nothing but a gentleman first and foremost.

“What happened?” He unknowingly parrots Adeline from before and you shudder before answering him, tentatively looking up at his eyes that flicker like the flames in the fireplace.

“Master Albedo asked me to retrieve research notes he left on the mountains.” You confess and wince at the scoff that leaves your lover and quickly fill him in as to why you went,

“Klee is ill so Albedo couldn’t go - I agreed to go.”Your stammer, feeling hot as the stern look on his handsome face fades to worry, you can still catch a subtle “The Knights are incompetent as ever.”

“You still shouldn’t have been sent alone.” Diluc murmurs, eyes flicking away to the flames in the fireplace. He sighs and goes to remove a red palmed glove, you watch the small action with wide eyes and swallow when you see his hands - pale and scarred, faint red hair glows in the low light of the fire and he says your name softly.

“May I touch you? I can use my vision to warm you.” You nod, wetting your lips as his hand comes to rest on the side of your face, warm and gentle in the way his palm molds to hold the weight of your cheek - red eyes glint pleased by how your shoulders drop and your eyes flutter shut by the comfort his body heat gives you. He smiles, cheeks tinged pink when he hears the small sigh that you puff out.

“I’ll have Adeline run you a bath and set some clothes for you. Have you eaten yet?” Your eyes, cloudy and relaxed, meet his eyes and he feels his heart might burst at how you look at him so trustingly - you shake your head to show that no, you haven’t eaten yet. 

“Some supper will be served for you then.” You think it’s from your long exposure to the elements but you usually would stammer and sputter at such treatment - telling him that he’s spoiling you too much but now you relax like the cat in the sun into the palm of his hand and let him do as he pleases.

“Send her to my quarters after her bath. We’ll eat there.” He instructs, absentmindedly rubbing his thumb into your cheek. Diluc’s blush darkens at the soft sound you make when he releases his hold on your face, he steps closer and your mind clouds as he becomes your world. He settles before you, tucking a stray hair from your face as he takes in your tattered form,

“It appears I’ll have to exchange some words with the Chief Alchemist. I can’t have him sending my love away on such dangerous tasks.” You wince at his words but your heart softens at the worry in his voice and the pet name he regards you with. Clearing your throat you try to soothe him,

“It’s alright Master Diluc - I should have been wiser and not agreed given the circumstances, the mountain has always been dangerous,” Your rambling is cut off by another pleased sound you make. He had momentarily moved away to remove the other remaining glove and pressed his now free hand to your forehead. Warm and dry, you feel the callouses from wielding the claymore against your skin but you could sigh at the touch. The hair there is still wet and you can feel how he gently tucks away the damp strands as he slowly increases the temperature on his hands to keep warming you up.

 “It’s only Diluc when you refer to me, dearest.” He rumbles from his position in front of you - something sweet in his smile as he recounts a fond childhood memory.

“My mother would refer to my father as Master Crepus when she was cross with him so,” Red eyes as warm as the embers in the fireplace before you dance so joyfully and you can’t say if it is the fire that warms you from the inside out or by how Diluc speaks to you as softly as the bat of a crystalfly’s wings. You find that you can’t bear the weight of his loving eyes so you duck, tucking your head into your chest and letting your wet hair block your view. 

“O-of course, Diluc - I’ll keep that in mind.” He smiles at you, the name he is so proud of sounds so sweet coming from your lips and he can’t but give into his lesser nature and hurries for you to say it again. Pushing and tucking away the hair you used to hide your flustered state, the skin where his hand had rested almost aches from his presence,

“Say it again, say my name one more time.” He asks, and you concede with a shy smile - stuttering over the proud syllables of his name. You find yourself unable to meet his gaze, eyes wide and face hot. You hide your face with the back of your hand, from behind the fire cracks. Anything that Diluc wishes to say, from asking you to say his name again or a comment on how you can’t bear his gaze Adeline calls from the staircase - “The bath is prepared, please head this way.” She says, smiling kindly to you as you rise but not without reaching out to squeeze his hand once then twice. 

“I’ll be back, okay?” You manage to squeak out - still timid but ever eager to be at his side. He smiles in that soft way where you can’t help but think he really hasn’t changed since he was a boy that would smile so freely. Adeline leads you to a much more private and grander bathroom than the one you have been directed to use before during your previous stays at the winery. The bathtub is filled with steaming, bubbly water, and the scent of flowers is heavy. Adeline instructs you to strip, turning for privacy and you tentatively begin to under the belts that keep up your trousers and armor.

You soon are undressed, and you are careful to submerge yourself as quickly as possible - clearing your throat timidly to allow Adelanine to turn over. The foamy surface of the bath allows you some privacy and the head maid smiles at you as gently as she usually does, collecting your muddy and soaking clothes into a wicker basket.

“I will set these aside to be washed in the morning - there will be a change of clothes brought to you when you are ready. The supper will be in the Master’s room as well.” She parts with those words and you don’t know if the heat you feel in your body is that of the bath or of the prospect of being in Diluc’s bedroom, alone with him. All the times you have spent with him were under the eyes of the staff - shared dinners and chess games, you playing the lute for him as he rested his eyes and listened lovingly. You don’t think that Diluc allows the staff into his room anymore, he is no longer a young lord that needs help being dressed so as you wash the mud and snow from your hair you can’t help but think of the private affair of dinner. Even the lovely scent of flower soaps and perfumes can keep your mind off it, you tilt your head back until it meets the rim of the tub.

You begin to observe the room around, all dark wood and gold - you see the engravings of grape veins and owls and it’s hard to not let your mind wander to your redhead lover.  You blink once, then twice, and sigh from your heart as you think of his vermillion eyes and delicate touches. Your hand, silky from the soaps and still toppled with foam rests upon your chest where the heart lies and you feel its steady beat rising as you sink further and further into your thoughts of the only man you’ve loved your whole life. The sea of your thoughts and the satin water of the bath have become one - you don’t realize you are in a trance until there is a knock on the door. You call out to let the person in, thinking it to be the ever-so-helpful blonde maid, who holds you in high esteem for making her lord smile so sweetly and boyishly.

Instead, the one who peers through the door is the object of your affection - broad and towering from your position in the bath, holding onto delicate fresh clothes in his arms. Nothing is said as he finally catches wind of your position, dewy and slick with soap studs barely giving you any sort of decency of your more personal affairs. Wide eyes framed by dark lashes from the water gaze at him and if Diluc was a lesser man his resolve would have collapsed to bone and dust. He most certainly found you beautiful but here, served in the luxuries of his home Diluc can’t help but find you divine.

“I have brought you clothes, a nightgown, and something for extra warmth,” He said, eyes to the side as he could hear the splashing of the water - you were raising your arms to cover yourself. DIluc swallows around nothing and lowers his gaze to the corner of the bathroom.

“I apologize, I should have knocked.” He utters his voice uncharacteristically soft and he hopes his ears don’t match his hair. You tuck wet strands of hair behind your ear and shake your head even if he can’t see it.

“It’s alright, I don’t mind.” You say, and it is true. He is your lover. These types of things are bound to happen if your relationship is to continue. You eye the clothes in his hands and bite your lip as you confront the reality of the situation.

“Diluc,” You say his name, and something hot runs up his spine. You say his name so softly it is almost like prayer and he can not deny the pleasure of hearing it be sung too sweetly. “Could you help me out of the bath?”

He wonders if this is his last day on this earth. Diluc lets his eyes flicker to you - eyes bright and hopeful as you look up at him with all the adoration in the world. Clearing his throat he can’t help but think he will never be able to deny you anything if you look at him like that.

“Yes, if that is permissible by you.” He agrees and you smile from behind the water, directing him to where you had seen the towel that the maid who most likely planned this happening had set them. The towel was fluffy and white, encompassing his form as you slowly rose from the now tepid bath water - you saw how Diluc scrunched his eyes shut and tilted away his face until you were wrapped in the white fabric. Clearing your throat was the sign to let Diluc lift his head and you were so close you could see the soft pink flush on the tips of his ears. Nothing was said for a moment - the moment was too precious to spoil, Diluc thinks you must be something divinely made and you can’t seem to wrap your head around how safe he makes you feel.

Is this how the jovial city of Mondstat feels knowing such a gentleman guards her walls with the ferocity of The Four Winds?

“Get dressed when you are ready - the nightgown should fit you comfortably. I’ll wait outside to take you to my quarters.” Diluc explains, eyes on the floor to avoid staring at the exposed skin of your collarbones and shoulders. Your knuckles were wrapped in the fluff fabric of the towel - you brought one up to wipe at your lips as you nodded at him. 

“I’ll be quick, promise.” The words are earnestly said, you mean them wholeheartedly and Diluc fights the urge to clutch at his chest when you speak to him in that way. In a manner that is too stiff but it’s all he can do he nods and departs from you only to bring his hand to his face and groan softly into the gloved palm. How cruel is it that you are so unfairly endearing - how is he supposed to be the gentleman he was raised to be when every action you take seems to erode his resolve?

 You are quick to change - giving yourself only a moment to gaze at the ornate nightgown you have done. It was made of a nicer quality fabric than you owned, silken and white it shined in the candlelight and was tied in the front. It was a bit loose around the shoulders and dragged behind you a tat and you can only assume that this was meant for a taller and more mature woman than yourself. After hearing a knock at the door you hurry to dry your hair some more - only for it to still be wet, sticking to your neck. You go to the door and smile when you see Diluc, a flush to his cheeks and an uncharacteristic wide-eyed look on his face when he sees you like this - dressed in a pretty little fabric that does not hide any of the curves of your body the way your uniform armor does. 

“Ah, do I look odd in this? I don’t really own anything of this sort of style - ah that’s not to say I’m not thankful! This is really pretty and it’s so soft on my skin-”

“You look wonderful in it.” Your rambling is cut off by his comment, there is something devoted in his voice that makes you timid. Face flushed from either the heat of the bath or from his praise you chose not to think of it, keeping your eyes on the dark wooden flooring and letting your hair fall into your face. Diluc can’t help but study you, a dangerous game and maybe it suits a man like him who has always invited danger into his life but right now you turn him into half of a beast and have a stumbling kitten. Lust is not a foreign concept to the Master of the House but it is one he had often thought he could without.

How foolish is the young Master? How foolish is Diluc, who ravaged the lands of Snezhnaya because the want in his chest told him to? Lust is passion, hatred is passion - Diluc though stoic and hard of face is still at the mercy of his passion. The heat of his vision pulses in time with the heat at his core; the one that makes his eyes linger on the swell of your chest for too long and it’s the same heat that makes him think of what your form would be like under his hard hands.

 You, who is kind and loving, who loved Diluc when he was a boy barely capable of picking up the claymore at the shy age of 10, and that you love him now who is dressed in pristine whites and smell of cecilias - how could his passion try to keep itself away from you? As you walk next to him, your elbow crossed with his after Diluc had offered you his arm. You are in his private quarters sooner than you had believed and chills break onto your skin as the scent that always clings to his skin is doubled in the presence of the room. Lampgrass and smoke, grapes on the vine and pine - the smog of the scents are pleasurable as the hand he places on the small of your back to press you forward. The door shuts behind you and it does nothing to break you from your spell until you feel the breath of the one behind you, voice deep enough to be commanding; “Go sit down, the table is set.”

It makes you smile when you see the spread - Goulash, Northern Apple Stew, and Moon Pie are the main dishes. You tilt your head as you near the small table and you can see the smaller dishes that you have mentioned to him that you like. Mondstadt Hashbrowns, Satisfying Salad, and even Mint Jelly. Diluc comes up from behind and blushes when he catches your eye instead of focusing on pulling out a chair for you. He gestures to sit and you do, smiling in that all too delicate way you do when you feel spoiled. 

It’s his favorite smile of yours - he hopes he can keep it on your face for as long as he lives.

“Here let me serve you,” He offers and you nod, watching how he passes you a dish of Goulash, a soup known for warming up those who have recently left the mountain of Dragonspine. It would make your tail wag if you had one as he cares for you and fills your plate as soon as it is empty. Dinner is filled with small moments that keep a smile on your face - wiping the sauce on your cheek and even taking your seat in one hand, tugging it closer to his side so your thighs brushed and pressed against one another. It’s almost romantic, here in the safety of the winery dining with him as you both discuss the simplest and most casual of topics that one only shares with their most loved ones.

You mentioned how the cecilia blooms seem to have doubled this season from the heavy rain and Diluc mentions being interested in a board game similar to chess from Inazuma named shogi. You take note to ask the traveler how to purchase a set and Diluc thinks of bringing you a bouquet of cecilias - the flower you love so much. 

Dinner is over sooner than you’d like but your eyes are half-lidded, the exhaustion of your trip to the mountains and the warmth of the meal making you weary. He notices, laughing softly when he takes note of how you sway side to side in your seat. Faster than you can blink you find yourself whisked away until your back is against the plush mattress and a wine-red comforter is tucked to your chin. With lidded eyes, you realize that he isn’t joining you to bed and you say his name in a voice that is just a tad whiney though you will never admit it.

“Where are you going?” You say with something needy in your heart and Diluc who leans over you, red hair cascading like the waterfalls that litter the landscape of Liyue in the few times you’ve crossed through Stone Gate comes to mind. His face hovers over you, you can see the faintest blotches of freckles over the noble bridge of his nose and you see how the cupid’s bow of his top lip is the slightest bit uneven. He doesn’t quite smile, lips only twitching in a soft way that conveys his affection and his hand - he abandoned the gloves for the meal, comes to rest at your brow and his gaze turns soft like a cloud when he brushes your hair away.

“I’ll sleep in a guest room, you can take my bed.�� He speaks softly as if his voice grows in volume in any way you would break in his hold. Your own hand goes to his fingers and palm molding into the grooves of his knuckles with your thumb rubbing at the bare skin. Your hands aren’t as soft but they dry and even at the tips of your fingers Diluc can feel their strength. The fire is dying but something is coming to life inside of you - it makes your heart ache as a new type of heat blooms in your stomach that does not come from any soup or hearty meal. The same heat that pours in Diluc’s vision, the same that fuels his passion, and the same that brings you to your knees.

“I’m still cold.” You say but your eyes say what your heart wants -  “Don’t go, stay with me, don’t leave alone, I want you.”

“Oh?” Diluc speaks after a beat of silence, vermillion gaze ablaze with so many questions and you read them all. Your gentleman in red is installed to care for and protect the weak, the vulnerable, and the needy. You know what he wants to say - “Are you sure? When I start I won’t be able to stop.”

You’ve tilted your head, bringing his hand to your lips to press a kiss to the scared, rough palm. Strength pulses through each digit, much like your own and your eyes are like snowfall. All pure and gentle, he finds it hard to refute you; hard to leave you in bed all alone when you look at him with sweet eyes begging him to stay. How could he say no to you? How could he deny you what it is you desire when all this night he has been attending to your every whim?

His lips are on yours and his hand heads south, cradling your jaw in his vast palm he tastes of apple cider and you taste of mint jelly - his mouth turns ravenous as if it didn’t have its fill at the dinner table. Diluc is still not satiated, his tongue warm and silken in your mouth traces the grooves of your teeth and you sigh into his mouth. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, blunt fingers curling into red tresses and you can’t help but tug the slightest bit. He groans softly at the slight sting and he finds himself tugging back the comforter until you are bare to him, your skin breaks into goosebumps at being exposed to the open air again. 

Diluc pulls away for air and spit strings connect you two until they break, the drops dripping from your chin to your neck. The milk light of the moon breaks through the curtains and Dilu can’t help but give into his lesser nature to drink you greedily with his scarlet eyes. Your face is warm, your breath condensing into steam from the difference of temperatures and he can’t help but find it lewd.

“I suppose I will have to stay with you tonight, won’t I? I can’t have you going cold under my care.” His voice is deeper, ravaged by the lust in his veins and you nod letting your fingers curl into his fur-lined jacket. You nod, head spinning from a simple kiss and you return the gesture to his thumb that rests on your swollen lip.

“Take it off - take it all off and join me.” You mutter, voice sluggish and the flame of your lust turns your mind to mush. Diluc can’t help but laugh - utterly breathless and enchanted by you, his hands leave you to push away his jacket and as it falls to the floor you bring your own hands to his face to keep kissing him. You press your lips to him, to his chin and cheeks panting and mewling into the brief space shared between you both as he can’t help but tease you.

“Haven’t I spoiled you enough? Do you still want more?” You whine and shake your head, eyes hazy by your own inability to be suave and smooth when faced with the enormity of your wanting.

“More - please, please give me more M-mast-”

“Diluc. Say my name and my name alone, you’re my lover only.” He cuts off your begging with a tone that leaves no room for argument. You nod to him hastily, whining as he grabs your wrists in his own hands. You are lovely like this, panting and chest heaving. If he had better lighting he wonders if he could see the hearts in your eyes as he lets his hands go back to unbuttoning, unbuckling, and pushing away the clothes on his form. His vest, shirt, and tie have all been removed and his chest is bare to you - the sight of a thick, burly chest covered in a thin layer of red chest hair makes you moan. When morning comes you are sure to be embarrassed, ashamed of your wanton and lewd behavior but that can come in the light of dawn.

You’re fine with acting like a cheap whore rather than the refined knight everyone knows you as if it’s for Diluc and for Diluc alone.

Everything happens so fast it’s hard to keep up with - his hands are under the skirts of your nightgown, broad fingers meeting the sticky lips of your cunt and mewling under him when they run down the seam of the folds. Your slick sticks to his knuckles and he laughs breathlessly and without mirth when he tilts his head to get a good look at how you whine - bringing the back of your hand to cover your face that grows hot with your own desire. It feels like you are melting, the heat of his hands is nothing compared to the heat of his fingers that sneak their way into you. Index and middle fingers curl inside of you as his other hand curls around the one that lays helplessly amidst the plush pillows and blankets of his bed.

“So demure, so lovely - my sweet knight, how pretty you cling to me.” His face does not leave from above you, lips only a breath away as his words like candle wax, hot and cling to your ears. You brush your lips to his panting and hungry as you nod almost mindlessly only to jolt with a moan when you feel his thumb that was not idle begin to swipe at your flushed clit at the rhythm of your heart. Diluc can’t help himself, tilting his head as he ponders the matter of his mind letting his fingers search for what it is he seeks; hounds sniffing for the rabbit in the meadow. You squeal suddenly, your thighs threatening to shut when the blunt tip of his fingers meets the softer, tender spot of nerves on your upper walls. A flame dances in his eyes as he smiles - a cold and victorious as you moan his name again and again as you melt under him.

“I found something, didn’t I?” Diluc is not one to tease but he can’t help but to as your pleasure folds over his hands like syrup. The release of your cunt clings to his fingers like it too, tastes just as sweet. You are open now, wet and darling with the pretty nightgown he gave you rucked up to your stomach and he can see how you twitch for more. The hand that held yours goes to his belt and you mewl from his departure making something smug in him grow three times over. The ever-kind and independent knight you reduced to a spoiled soiled pet, you really are an endearing darling to have his own.

His own, the thought makes him sweeten, pressing a kiss to your pliant and drooling mouth as he frees his cock from the prison that is his trousers. His mouth hovers over your lips and he asks you with his cock pressed between your bodies. It drools onto your thigh as you look down at it, your head swimming as you think about how it will be inside you if you permit.

“Are you warm enough now?” Diluc asks - still playing the game from before and you shake your head reaching down with a blind hand to take the shaft of his cock in your grip.

“No - no I’m still cold, warm me up some more please.” You say and he groans as you squeeze your hand around him with your thumb coming to swipe at its ruddy head. He whispers to you a rugged and breathless “okay” and he slips inside you like you were made for him. Birds have wings, lions have claws and he has you; Diluc not once believed he would ever find completion in his life but now he feels inside of you when you squeeze around the thickness of his length.

Breath-like steam brushes past your face as his hand goes to grip the headboard with a fierceness you’ve only seen from him twice. You are panting, almost going cross-eyed at the stretch, the heat, and the fullness you are feeling. Beads of sweat fall down your back and wads of tears make their way to your eyes and down your cheeks as you begin to hiccup at the first, second, and third thrust he gives you. You moan his name, say it like it's the only word you know - the first one to grace your lips and shape with your tongue. It is what makes lust dance along his spine like lightning, how you squeeze and drip and moan; Diluc is helpless to you, growing more enraptured by your hedonistic beauty with each thrust he gives you.

His grip on the headboard tightens and he feels the wood splinter and smoke, steam rises from his back as he moves faster and faster. It’s almost like you are the metal in his workshop and Diluc the blacksmith; forging you into something new, something whole with the weight of his cock and the blistering heat of his lust. You come without warning - a surprised shout of half his name as you squeeze tight around his cock. The tightness is unexplained and it stops him from thrusting with a sudden washing tide of his own completion. A mix of your own slick and his spent spills from around the walls of your cunt that flutter around his flushed cock as you tremble in the aftershocks of your pleasure.

Dilcu only watches, mouth agape and wide eyes as he takes you in - soaking and sopping, moaning, and whining beneath him. Your cunt leaks, dripping down his balls with the milky white combined release of the two of you and he finds that it isn’t enough. No, he wants more, vermillion eyes drink in the patheticness of your state; the drool that makes your lips shine in the low light and the tremors in your chest. His mind is set in stone, cum still hot inside of you with his cock twitching that the idea of filling you again and again his hips roll back and then forward into you. Gasping, your hands that had hung limp and useless at your side come to clutch at his biceps leaving lines as red as his noble hair - you are helpless in his grasp just like the headboard that smokes from above you.

“Diluc - Diluc wait, too much, too much!” You want to gasp, you want to warn but all you can hear is the wet skin of your ass smacking against his pelvis and his grunts that echo in his room.

“I’m not warm enough, not yet.” You wither and collapse on your back letting go as he pleases moaning when you release in the back of your mind that the ache in your gut each time he fucks both his and your cum back into you. Your head tilts back, empty and so far gone all you can do is hang onto him as you take note of the small specks of melting ice that hangs above the headboard that he grips with all his might.

[nanamimizz]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝚬 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝚬.

tags: 18+ minors dni, fem reader, established relationship, pro soccer player kunigami, closet sex, fingering, making out, penetrative and oral sex hinted, jealousy and possessive themes, mention of unwanted flirting and physical touch - let me know if i missed something !

synopsis: what is kunigmai rensuke’s is kunigami rensuke’s, and nothing will change that even your stupid co-worker who can’t keep his hands to himself.

If Kunigami had it his way, he'd make it so you would never have to lift a finger. He’s overpaid doing what he lives for - going pro was everything he wanted, and it soothes an ugly green part of himself that knows he can provide for you. But you are too kind for that kind of life, you still try to pay for things despite how he always pre-pays for dinners or straight up takes your cards out of your wallet when you go out shopping. You work a normal job, something usual and consistent. You like it that way and he tries to respect that very much. 

He thinks he’s done an excellent job of it until you bring him to a corporate party and all that goes out the window. It starts normally enough, you show him around your office and it makes him smile that you have a framed jersey with his number on it, a poster of his team, and a framed photo of him holding you at a championship game - the first one of his pro career. It’s sweet, it fills him with such pride to know you carry him with you each day you clock into the office. He meets your co-workers - most are older than you as you are one of the newer hires and they all gawk over him with wide eyes and gasping lips.

You had told your office your boyfriend was a pro athlete but didn’t explicitly say your boyfriend and Kunigami Rensuke were the same. It didn’t bother him in retrospect, you’ve always been the quieter one between the two of you - all attempts for privacy came from you, and you never wanted Kunigmai to feel as if you were with him for fame or money.

You love Kunigami Rensuke with all your soul and it is there in the most subtle of ways that exist only for the two of you to bear witness to. The polaroid of your blacked-out silhouettes from New years on the back of your phone case and the locket around his neck that holds the photos of your engagement shoot that he kisses before he’s out on the pitch. The way you have a homemade book filled with recipes for when he goes on his diet to help him bulk up or slim down when the soccer season rolls around. The way he has a list of which chocolate and jam spread brands you like for when you have your cravings. 

These things, these actions are eternal in an otherwise epithermal world and Kunigami knows damn well that he does not stand for on the international stage to play for something like his country’s pride. He plays for you and for you alone, for the beading of tears that shine in your eyes whenever he succeeds - his pride is yours and his joy is yours too. And for the most part, you two have had your relatively peaceful love lives, your e  waits for the two of you in the summer of next year and it’s blissful in a way that he doesn’t have the words to describe. Maybe that’s why you always nagged him to pay attention in his Classics class, then he would have the words to describe all that he feels for you the way you always know what to say to him whenever he needs it.

And he would have all the words to say what he feels when he hears what your co-worker, a relatively handsome man your age, calls you - “Hey work-wife”. Kunigmai already does not like him, he feels the way you tense from where your arm is tucked into his elbow - he was raised to be a gentleman by a strict mother and an even stricter older sister who has been handed too many douchey men so she made sure to raise him right (He hears her bragging to you about his manners too many times to count when he brings you over for family dinners). He can see why you tense up because the minute you're on your own - you wanted to get something to drink and when he offered to get it instead, you gave him that pout that speaks to your want to do things on your own. It never fails to be cute to him so he laughs softly and lets you go with a nod of his head and a final squeeze of your hand. Any joy evaporates and tastes of ash when he sees your younger co-worker come up to you and place his arm around your shoulders - tugging you close, too close in his opinion which sours further when he sees how you tense under his touch.

He knows you, and he knows how much you hate anyone’s touch other than his own.

Kunigami is on his feet faster than ever and your work best friend sputters after him as their polite but meaningless conversation goes to dust as he leaves with a barely-there excuse. He is at your side faster than you can blink, long legs and speed training make it so. His hand is warm and familiar - firm as he loops it around your waist, tugging you until you are flushed to him, free from your co-worker’s touch.

“Wow, easy tiger - is this the infamous famous boyfriend? I thought you were fibbin’ about him bein’ a pro soccer player?” The man grins at you in a way that was supposed to be charming but looks more like a grimace and his accent reminds Kunigami of Karasu so he concludes he is from Osaka. Auburn eyes light into a blaze as he tilts his head, sizing up his prey and he is glad when he sees the other swallow thickly at the sight of him. Kunigami has always been imposing - with each centimeter he grows and each kg he gains it only adds to how easily he can intimidate the people around him.

So he delights when he sees how the other man’s confidence withers and dies, turning to bone and ash before his very eyes - it worsens when Kunigami can see the familiar glint of jealousy that burns like acid when Kunigami tightens his hold on your waist; drawing you closer to his side until he feels your warmth through your clothes. Kunigami’s ego only soars on two occasions when he scores and when he has you in his arms in front of someone who so badly wants what is so rightfully his.

Kunigami doesn’t say anything - he doesn’t have to, the other man knows the battle is lost. He never had a chance to begin with, not when your man is Kunigami Rensuke himself. You let him take you to the lobby of the building, far from the party and there is a look of distress on your face that Kunigami can’t stand - he has half the mind to go back to the party and punch your shitty coworker himself. With a quick sweep around the lobby, he snorts when his gaze lands on the opened coat closet that would be the perfect place to take this to where he wants. Still leading the way he pushes you inside it, locking the door behind him and he finds that it isn’t as cramped as he thought. It still lets him push himself up against your smaller form - crowding you against the wall in a way that he knows makes you tongue-tied.

“Are you mad at me?” You ask and he says a quick no because he’s not - jealous and possessiveness dance along his spine but that can wait until you are comforted.

“Does he always talk to you like that - touches you like that? When you don’t want to be?” He asks and he tilts his head so you can see a single searing auburn eye among the shadow of how his hair falls. You nod, bringing a hand to your face, and rub at your temples in exhaustion.

“Y-yeah he does - I thought it would go away if I started talking about you but when that didn’t work I started bringing some of your merchandise from home to here, you know to show that I’m dedicated to you and stuff.” You pause to take a shuddering breath as you remember how the man’s touch felt on your skin - stinging like acid rain and rancid like sulfur, you only wanted Kunigami to be able to touch you like that. He hums, leaning back against the door so that he can hear it creak a little under his weight.

“I thought - I already wanted to bring you along but I thought if you came he’d finally give up his stupid delusion of always flirting with me, calling me stupid things like his work wife and stuff.” You finish and your shoulders are by your ears like they do when you are about to cry so he draws near, wrapping a bulky arm around your tense shoulders. You are brought in close to where you can almost taste the notes of his cologne and all it does is make you nuzzle into his skin in the way you know tickles him. He chuckles into your ear and his hand that rubs at your shoulders relaxes you into his body.

“Guys like that are assholes, they don’t give up - thought you would have known that from being around me all the time and the team,” Kunigami mutters, throwing a tease in there to make you laugh. It’s to his relief that it does and you snort into the color of his shirt, your voice muffled against his strong body.

“You aren’t an asshole,” you defend him and he huffs amusedly at your claim.

“The others are - and I’m not an asshole to you.” He remarks pulling away just to look at you with a barely there smile that was a little too proud of what he is saying. You look at him with a stern expression, though there is some amusement in your eyes and he’s glad he still can cheer you up.

“Your teammates aren’t that bad, and neither are you.” Kunigami smiles slightly and butts his head with you like the way dogs do when they want your attention and your affection.

“That’s why guys like that always think they’ve got a chance with you - always so sweet even to shitty losers who don’t deserve it.”  You pull away to look up at him, raising a finger to point in his face with something stubborn in your eyes.

“You better not be put in that category of a shitty loser Kunigami Rensuke, you hear me?” You warn, voice firm and he smiles a little wider - the sort of self-satisfied and dripping in ego that he most reserves for being out on the field but he gives it to you too sometimes. 

“Don’t worry sweetheart. I got you, there's no way I’m a shitty loser when I get to take you home every night.” His smug reply and the rolling of your eyes are cut off by the heated kiss he presses to your lips. It tastes of him - the snowy peaks of his hometown and the fire of his veins you can only latch onto the front of his shirt when you feel his tongue slip into your gasping mouth. It feels right, it feels true Kunigami is the only man who is allowed to touch you, to taste you and that is how it must be. His hands don’t keep to themselves, they slip under the skirt of your dress. A simple long-sleeved dress but it makes him hungry all the same, gluttony and greed paint his hands as you feel them come up to the curve of your ass - his fingers follow the lace trail of your panties, stockings, and garters with the same worshiping haze of a devoted acolyte.

Devotion can be tasted and love can be felt as your hands do not remain idle, they are in his hair and cradling his jaw. When he pulls away Kunigami hates that he can’t sustain himself on you alone but your lipstick is on his lips and your perfume coils around him like a fog and he thinks that’s good enough for now. You’re panting, his hands haven’t stopped just because the kiss has and you whine something startled when you feel his fingers trace the gusset of your panties with something wicked in his autumn eyes.

“I thought you said you weren’t mad -”

“I’m not,” He says with certainty but there’s evil in the way he half smiles at you, “just competitive.”

 What you wish to say never comes as you gasp when you feel the skirt of your dress being rucked up and the too-cool air of your office dancing around your heated lower half. The garters squeeze into the plush of your skin and Kunigami can’t stop the groan that tugs from his chest even if he wants to. Rough fingers pull back the soft satin material of your panties, and your cunt weaves its silk webs of wanting that follow the damp fabric until they snap and his fingers are tracing the petals of your pussy with newfound hunger. The curls of your pelvis part and cling to your slick, Kunigami fights the urge to drop to his knees to lick you clean but this isn’t the place for that - the closet is too narrow and the walls too thin, they can barely conceal what it is he is doing to you now. Strong fingers find your puffy clit and you hide your whine into his beck, your form crumpling and shaking under the sudden but all-encompassing pleasure that laps at your ankles up to your neck. 

“You’re mine, yeah? Doesn’t matter what any shithead calls you - you’re mine.” His words are like magma that course through the earth and you can only nod and whine and nod some more with each declaration he murmurs into your ear as you lose more of your sanity in the flow and ebb of having your cunt played with. Kunigami is nothing but demanding and now that he’s shed his polite outer layer all he is left with is the beast within. He ensures to ensnare you with his claws as if there is anywhere else you would rather be.

 You feel his hair tickle your temples as his head turns - Kunigami twisting his head until his mouth is level with your neck - tender is the flesh and ripe for his white teeth to dig into the skin. You gasp, a third finger has slipped it along with the burning sting of his teeth digging into your neck you can’t help but sigh his name in utter adoration - “Rensuke!”

The fingers inside you curl and Kunigami sucks at your neck, the flesh darkening and flushing the same color as the lust shared between the two of you. Your chest aches, from your heart to the peaks of your nipples that grow tight still confide in your dress because this isn’t enough despite the burning twine of pleasure in your stomach.

You want for more - his tongue, his cock, and then his fingers again, it all feels so good; this does not feel like enough. Your words are clipped and breath but they reach him, your prayers for your lover of a god.

“Please - please Rensuke! I want more, please give me more!” You whisper to him, nerves fried and everything feels like a blur except for how your thighs tremble as the pleasure becomes more and more unbearable. His fingers, thick and long and so very cruel, keep their pace, curl inside of you the final time and you cum with his tongue in your mouth. It feels dirty and indecent - it could be because the setting of where your cunt was finger fucked into a haze is finally setting in but you can’t even put two in two together until you feel Kunigami’s hard-on pressed up against you. Your stockings feel soaked through from sweat and slick, your heels make you feel unstable and you can only blink up at him barely as he pressed his mouth to your ear again.

“You’re gonna go out there - say your goodbyes like the sweet thing you are with your cute cunt fucked by my fingers and with my marks on your skin. Get your things, take longer than ten and I won’t let you come all night long.”  A promise whispered, made with the following action of his hands following the curve of your ass as Kunigami smoothes down your pretty dress to give some decency after the indecent things both said and done in this small space. The prospect of punishment weighs heavy on the tongue but a part of him is delighted in your choppy nod and starry eyes. He opens the door but not without pressing a final kiss to your bitten lips and with a final reach of his hand to sweep your hair to the side - where the mark of his teeth screams all the possession he carries in his heart.

As you walk out of the closet with unsteady steps he can’t help but let his palm meets your behind in a quick swipe - it makes him half grin, a cruel tease as you jump and rub at your ass. Kunigami holds up the car keys and tilts his head in the direction of the parking lot.

“I’ll be outside - don’t keep me waiting.”

[nanamimizz]

tags: 18+ minors dni, druid reader, gn reader, mentions of blood and canon typical violence. astarion is taller than reader. kissing and licking.

synopsis: astarion finds you quite stirring at the end of a fight. enough so that he wants a taste.

you are bloody thought not bleeding, astarion realizes. as the glow of your wild shape fades, the form of a panther wilting away like leaves in the fall reveals your true form astarion notes how blood stains you. it paints your face, stains your hair - even when you open your mouth to pant he can see strings of saliva dyed and thick with red.

it makes his unbeating heart race.

it makes him come to you - walking like a predator to you and dragging you away with a strong grip to his tent. some part of him hisses in embarrassment at his lack of tatic, you where in the middle of talking to the others; of giving directions and being the leader they all named you as. a greater part of him doesn’t care and that part wins when he presses his lips to yours without his usual, mastered grace.

it’s messy - he can taste the iron of the blood in your mouth from when you cracked skulls with your fangs. he can taste the sweetness of your spit too, astarion groans needly into the kiss when the flavor dances over his tongue. you have pointed, sharper teeth too he notes and he is nothing but faithful to when his tongue traces over their pointed peaks. your hands come to his arms, gripping and grounding you enough to realize that you need to breathe.

you break away panting, strings of red following after with each gulp of air you take.

“w-what was that about? astarion?” you question eyes wide and flashing gold - there’s a bit of pride to be claimed in how something as a simple deep kiss makes you lose control over your senses. enough so that the beast within you purrs and chuffs in pleasure.

astarion can’t answer without swallowing first biting back the groan at the taste of blood and something so sweet it could only be you. he closes in on your again, presses you against the flap of his tent. he’s taller than you and astarion is eager to thank the gods for this particular blessing. astarion gazes down at you through the haze of desire only you can pull from him, lashes heavy as he answers you.

astarion draws closer, just enough to let his tongue lick your lips and a bit of your chin. he picks up more of the blood, more of you even as you gasp and shudder from the silk of his tongue against your skin.

“forgive me, my dear,” he swallows thickly and moans at the idea of another taste. “you simply are quite delicious at the end of a fight.”

[nanamimizz]

tags: 18+ minors dni, female receiving head, body worship, religious allegories.

a/n: save me munch gale…save me…

Gale looks up at you from beneath you, the fabric of the robes tickling his nose from where they slip from in between your fingers. Wide big brown eyes gaze upon you with adoration reserved for an acolyte with their god but maybe that’s what you are to Gale.

He’s always had a bit of a thing for the divine.

His fingers trace and grip the curves of your form and he grins something greedy when he feels your shin thump against his bed in the Elfsong Tavern. There’s something of a man’s pride in making their beloved finish, and he groans when he can taste more of your slick that gushes into his mouth and sticks to his beard when he sucks on your clit. The dull sting of his nails can’t compare to how you scratch at the pillows - he can hear the cracking and ripping of thread among your gasps and rocking of your hips.

“Gale - Gale, please!” You say his name like it’s something holy, like it’s your whole word and not the other way around. As if Gale doesn’t wake every day thanking the gods for bringing you to him and that he gets to have you like this. There’s a desperation to his manner, rocking his head in time with your hips so you can’t escape his practiced tongue as it flicks inside you to trace your walls and lap at any slick that thinks it can trickle away from him. He swallows you down greedily as he would consume the Weave and finds you all the more intoxicating.

You deserve this, Gale thinks. It’s hard to comprehend that someone as strong, as resilient, as wonderful as you walks the earth with the rest of the rabble but here you are and you are his. You deserve a hot mouth to grind into every night and to wake up to every morning. You deserve to be spoiled, to be bathed in adoration so you never want for anything.

Your voice cracks and breaks, and he finds something like pity in his heart at the sound. Though it is quickly replaced by his avarice when he hears the high whine of his name from your lips when you hit your peak. It is followed by the jumbled cries of your love for him - you are far too sweet to him; knowing you can’t quite finish if you don’t admit that he has your heart every time.

Gale lifts you off his mouth, just enough to hover you over his lips and gasps hot breaths over your dripping folds. You shudder each time it passes over your puffy clit and he can’t help but moan at the sight of your messy cunt. Flushed and dripping onto his neck, the poor thing throbs from your clit to the entrance of your cunt - gripping around nothing in the aftershocks. His thumb rubs at your hip bones adoringly, looking up at you with wide eyes. His voice is rough and jaw is beginning to grow sore.

None of it compares to how his cock aches in his robes, twitching and leaking in time to your moans. He presses one last fleeting kiss to your pearl and something smug curls in his stomach at the way you keen out his name followed by a jumbled please. You sound pretty and frail, pride brewing in his bones that only he can have you in this way.

“Would you like more?” Gale asks, kissing the inside of your tacky thigh as you pant heavily. You whimper with eyes that are so consumed by the black of your iris it’s like you consume all the light in the room at once. You bite at your lip before nodding timidly, mouth barely open to gather your breath. Gale only grins broadly beneath you - ask and you shall receive as the saying goes.

[nanamimizz]

please higuruma is so sexy, i think of sitting on his face daily. like you said he doesn't mind the mess, he loves it. he finds out you've got a bush and its literally the happiest day of his life, he wants to make it so wet with his spit and your cum. i need him so bad

tags: 18 + minors dni, fem reader, fem receiving oral, overstimulation, dacryphilia, face sitting, hiromi dunks on americans lmao, reader is a referred to as a “real woman” please avoid is that could cause you to experience discomfort <3

@prettyboykatsuki you asked to be tagged lmao

synopsis: higuruma hungers and aches, surely you aren’t one to deny him?

Higurumi Hiromi blames it on going off the rails in his 30s but he doesn't think he can find it within himself to be ashamed whenever he asks you to sit on his face. The nerves that show on your face as clear as day, how you shuffle from foot to foot as you ask multiple times if he is okay with it as if he isn’t almost drooling at the thought of you letting him in between your soft thighs. He doesn’t even ask you to let him go down on you - he just points to his chin and tells you to hop on.

“Your throne awaits.”

You are so caught up in rolling your eyes at his cheesiness you don’t notice that he has you tugged over him, knees to his shoulders, and your skirt-covered cunt hovering over him. Any humor in your eyes is hazed over and you can only look into his eyes - like coals ablaze as he presses a kiss to your innermost thigh; a rasp of teeth and a swipe of tongue and you whimper. Your cunt grows hot and damp, you almost feel embarrassed at how this man can command your body with the simplest of gestures.

“Are you sure I didn’t sha-”

“I’m not like those soft-hearted Americans. I like it when you don’t, it makes me feel like I’m pleasuring a real woman, not some weird fantasy.” His breath fans over the gusset of your panties and you try not to flinch when a kiss is pressed against dead on the bump of your clit. With each bated breath, a pressing of his lips is earned and it almost brings you shame how easily you start to tremble above, gasping when he lets his teeth sink into the soft flesh of your thigh as long fingers pull the damp fabric of your underwear to the side.

Hiromi moans - deep, throaty, and loud when he sees your bare cunt: the scent of your sex passes his nose, and the curls of your pubic hair shine from the slick you drip out. You are given no warning when the sorcerer pulls you down to his face and you are helpless to only gasp the first character of his name as he lets his nose slot neatly against the pearl of your clip, tongue finding its way to swipe at your lower lips. You are even more helpless to how his tongue breaches your silken heat and you feel yourself being drunk.

“Hiromi!” it’s a thin high squeal and he moans from his place in between your thighs. How sweet you are on his tongue and how sweet is your voice, pitching from pleasure to his ears. Hiromi is more than fine to die here - he wraps his lips around the throbbing pearl of your clit and sucks.

The dripping turns to a stream, he moans reverently at the tang of your cunt. Your hips are still, helpless at the onslaught of pleasure he gives you as you are sure you will have bruises in the shape of Hiromi’s fingertips on whichever inch of skin he deems doomed to be grabbed by him. Hiromi parts with one last rumbling groan - deep from his chest and pulls with his thumbs parting the folds of your lower lips to expose your too hot cunt to the too cold air.

“Look at you - pretty little thing.” You don’t know if the words are meant for you or for your cunt and you whine weakly at the embarrassment that floods you from your cheeks to your chest. If your gaze wasn’t so blurry from almost boiling tears you’d see the mess you made of the black haired man - spit bubbles at the corner of his lip as thin streams of your slick leak down his chin to his neck, finally reaching the collar of his shirt.

You’ve ruined his clothing - you dirty, beautiful girl.

“Mine, my precious cunt to ruin.” He mutters, eyes like thin slits and you squeal when the flat of a pink tongue swipes at your sensitive clit. Everything shudders at the light motion and it grows to tremors when his dark eyes glimmer in the low light of your room that spins as you are tugged forward on his face. Now Hiromi’s nose is pressed against the bump of your clit and his tongue is insistent on reaching as deep as it can inside of you. The sounds you make are thin and high - just as pathetic as the way you cum all over his nose and cheeks, the molten band in your stomach snapping at last.

His name is rushed, you almost trip over the syllables as your mind blanks into the sea of white hot pleasure - you had almost drowned once as a child and now you drown again only this time in different, deeper waters. You can’t believe your back hasn’t broken by how deeply it arches into a bow as you cream down the sides of Hiromi’s handsome face, adding to the mess of drool and slickness that now freely falls to the pillow he rests on.

“A-ah! Oh god!” you sob into the heated air of the room and Hiromi pulls you off, strings connecting his mouth to your lower half you observe with hot embarrassment. You tremble in his hold and dark eyes take in the haze of your gaze, he licks the tacky wetness of your cum from his upper lip.

“Giving you 5 - I’m still hungry.” he rumbles from beneath you at the wetness that clung at the seam of your cunt and the cleft of your ass chills as you weakly cry out at the idea of more.

[nanamimizz]

𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐕𝚬𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐘

tags: 18+ minors dni, fem reader, condom usage, established relationship, raw sex, creampie, mating press, overstimulation, dacryphilia, cervix fucking (mentioned once), manhandling - let me know if i miss something

synopsis: it’s your three year anniversary and barou knows exactly how to celebrate it, you don’t think you can take it.

Barou’s neat freakiness was well known but no one knew just how far it ran. In the same way, Barou had a specific routine for his day by day so did he have specific rules that would not be broken. Roll towels -do not fold them over, pair all socks immediately and keep all baskets in the washroom. He has rules about personal care too, his long warm-ups and cool-downs, and brushing his teeth three times a day.

And most of these things charm you in a way - seeing how detailed his red gaze makes you laugh behind your hand in a way that Barou thinks has no reason to be that cute. Well, all but one rule makes you laugh like that. Barou Shoei in the three years you’ve been dating after meeting at a high school reunion that ended with phone numbers being exchanged to tonight’s dinner coming to an end has been maintained without room for budging.

He always has to wear a rubber.

It was nice the first couple of months, even with being on the pill at first it made you almost purr seeing how adamant he was on it. After a year the charm had half worn off, any pleas fell on deaf ears after he had pulled you aside for a quickie only to realize his condom had expired. What resulted from that was you getting your thighs fucked and coming around nothing from the silky head of his cock nudging against your clit. The second year you had admitted to him that you no longer planned to take the pill, clearly subtlety wasn’t the strongest trait in the men of his family as it only made him more adamant on condom usage. 

It wasn’t until tonight - it’s your third anniversary and you both were changing for bed. He was in the bathroom, his hair down and smelling of soap as he looked at how you gently hung the pretty dress you wore for him but Barou can’t help but think about how much prettier you are dressed in ultra-soft leggings and a dark green long sleeve. He catches one last glimpse of you before turning back to the sink for the task of brushing his teeth. He had left his wallet on the counter, letting it flap in any way it wanted to and his eyes were caught on the raunchy yellow packaging almost neon in the soft lighting you installed in the bathroom.

Barou thinks profoundly for a moment and thinks about you and all the ways he loves you. He’s introduced you to his sisters that call him a loser whenever you are in their presence. You tell them to apologize as they whisk you away and he can catch their half-assed “sorry big brother sho!” on the air while he rolls his eyes at their antics. He gets you soy milk instead of cow milk, and he doesn’t call you a donkey or peasant. That might seem like a weird thing but for Barou that’s a big deal - is probably what you would say in his defense which makes him huff amusedly as he spits out the toothpaste in the sink. 

Barou takes the condom out of the folds of his wallet and it lands in the trash with a satisfying ‘flick’.

He comes out of the bathroom and he feels his shoulders drop at the sight of you carefully running a lint roller over his blazer before you zip up the covering, and tuck it away in the closet like you did with your own dress.

Yeah, Barou Shohei doesn’t need anything holding him back tonight.

Three years is a long time, and his hand twitched at the idea of finally having you the proper way, the right way. It’s apparent in the way he kisses you, big hands settling on the curve of your ass in those oh-so-soft leggings of yours that always make him ask you to walk in front of him. You gasp and whine when his tongue makes its way into your mouth - a king on a conquest and you concede without a battle. Your hands curl themselves into his shirt, fisting the fabric as Barou bends his back to have more of the taste of honey on your lips until his teeth ache. He’s sucking your tongue, tracing your teeth, groping, and grabbing at your cute ass. Barou delights in the wet and thin little sounds you make, and he pulls away when he has to not because he wants to. He takes joy in the thin glossy strings that trail after him.

You panting - all soft and thin little sounds that drive him crazy and you’re quick to bring a hand to cover your face when he squeezes your ass again. Barou is back to bumping heads with you, nudging your head with a hungry look in his eyes that makes you want to run and hide.

Lest you are found in the lion’s maw.

“More - I want more, I want to devour you.” He mumbles and you can feel the bass in his chest when he presses his own lips to yours and you gasp when you are met with tongue and teeth. You can only let out shudders of his name, gasps,, and whines because he keeps going until you feel your knees folding when met with the edge of the bed. A hand much bigger than yours goes from your ass to your chest and you find yourself flat on the bed. 

From above you, Barou is mighty, and from beneath him, you are divine.

“What’s - what’s gotten into you tonight?” You ask with swollen lips and stolen breath. Barou shakes his head, reaching under your comfortable clothes, and groans at the soft skin under his palms. You smell like the expensive lotion you splurge on, notes of jasmine and peonies are in the air and he thinks about how sweet the smell of your cunt would mix with them.

“It’s our anniversary you’re dumb if you think I’m not going to fuck you tonight.” He gruffs out, red eyes looking at the way you bite your lip and flush at his vulgar word choice. How someone as delicate as you got with him he’ll never know but he’s for sure not going to ruin his gift with insolence. Your shirt is off, his hands tug at the band of your leggings and he can’t help but let out a curse at the sight of pretty lace meeting him. He can see the curls of your hair through the sheer fabric and you hide behind your hand as he finishes tugging off your bottoms.

“You wear pretty things like this for me and you still thought I wouldn’t fuck you tonight?”  He almost growls at you and in return you turn away, unable to meet his gaze. Your undergarments look all the more dainty under his fingers when he tugs away the fabric and there’s a groan that is ripped from his chest when he sees the sticky strings of slick that cling to the gusset of the panties.

Your clit is hard, flushed among the petals of folds and your thighs jolt at his touch. His fingers can’t help but strum at it fast and rough, making you whine his name all high and pathetic. Red eyes look at how you shine in the soft golden lamps of the bedroom and moan at how just being played with the littlest bit makes you leak down his palm.

“Fuck, fuck you’re leaking it’s like you’re in heat for me.” He mutters from above you, letting a finger shallowly enter your cunt. Laughing when you tense up hips hiking and thighs popping shut, there’s something wicked in his vermillion gaze.

“You’re fucking cute, huh? Acting like you haven’t taken fucking my cock before?” He can see the sweat that drips down the side of your cheek and fights the urge to lick it up. You shake your head and it’s like your whole body trembles when you feel his finger sink further inside of you.

“It’s not that - just everything ah! Everything is sensitive t-today.” You gasp out and your eyes shut and you feel the telling sign of tears because Barou had slipped in another finger, curling it up into that spongy spot on your upper wall.

“Yeah? You need it bad, huh?” He asks you all mocking and cruelty because he knows, keeping a thumb at your clit and you feel like your brain is gonna melt out of your ears. You whimper into his smug grin and he laughs at your scrunched expression because you’re about to come for him. Despite being covered by your hair he can see how warm your ears are when your hands come to grip at the forearm of the hand that’s fucking your cunt with almost cruel precision. There are tears in your eyes as you cum with a squeal of his name - he can see his reflection in the shine and there is something vicious in his stomach that groans in approval at your pleasure-stricken face.

Barou tries very hard to be gentle with you, leaning into his better nature with tentative steps but right now with his head swimming with all the things he wants to do to you - he can’t help but want to be a villain. There’s nothing gentle with how he lets your orgasm crash and burn through you, your nerves buzzing and burning as you tremble beneath him. Your thighs are still shaking and your nipples are tight, his cock slaps against your folds; he moans with you at how the strings of your cum cling to the silk skin of its ruddy head. It rubs into your folds, and you feel tears drip down your cheeks because when one orgasm fuzzes out you still have more pleasure to traverse.

“Ah- wait, where’s the condom Sho-” You began to ask and you can only squeak when you feel the bare head of his cock being pressed into the opening between the petals of your cunt. Your hands had gone to clutch at his biceps - you had gotten your nails down for dinner tonight and Barou can’t help but moan at the sting.

“Not wearing one, I’m, fuck,” His head is in and Barou feels like the floor just swallowed him when he feels how hot you are. Barou is most familiar to your body, has seen it, and touched it the most intimately over the years. He’s felt your warmth and felt your slick when it would drip down to his balls but this..this was different. It feels like a punch to the gut, how you take him - a tight little fit because you’re in that time of the month when all your body can think about is cock. It’s like hot silk, pulpy and needy with how it drools around him and there’s a shiver that racks down his back when he feels a drop of your slick drip down a particularly sensitive vein down the left side of his cock. “I’m fucking you raw.”

His words are heavy in the air and you only let out soft girlish sounds when he pushes the rest of his cock in, long and heavy as it twitches inside of you. You’re losing your mind, it feels like the first time all over again and you feel like you’re going to sob your heart out with each inch that slips inside of you. Swallows around nothing and groans as he presses against your forehead when he feels himself slip the base. Is this how he could have had you for the past three years?

But it isn’t enough. Not like this.

 His hands go to grip your thighs so tightly you mewl at the sting, red eyes lock on where your bodies are joined and you feel the ache in your joints as his hands force your thighs further and further apart.

“A-ah, Shoei what are you doing?” You ask voice wobbling and thin as you feel yourself being manhandled, your weight shifting higher and higher on your upper back. The world tilts on its axis as you feel your ankles meeting the sturdy skin of his defined shoulders. The angle makes everything slip further - the head of his cock meeting a special sponge-like spot that makes you moan high and thin. It makes his cock twitch, eyes snapping up to watch how you keep the tears coming and you’re trembling all over.

“Trying to see what I've been missin’ all this time - tryin' to fuck you the right way.” He grunts out, voice thick and rough, racked with lust that he can’t contain. The first thrust feels like a freight train and you squeal like a mouse at the feeling of it, an adorable little tidbit but it isn’t what he wanted. He fucks you deeper, harder he’s sure there will be indents of his hips on your cute ass that ripples each time your bodies smack against each other. It’s too much for you, the weight, the length, and the strength of his cock. You’re too delicate at times and he feels your dainty hand come up to his pelvis, nails swiping at his stomach accidentally and he tries to [push past the way the sting makes him moan.

Barou wanted you to sound like a whore, just for him, just for tonight.

“You holdin’ out on me? Begged for my dick like this for years and now you have it you can’t take it?” He grunts at you, hiking you further up until you’re bent into a shape you’ve never been in. Your ankles are freely hanging in the air and your hands grip his biceps. Your shoulders and your cunt feel like a river - you don’t know how you’ll live with the embarrassment that you like being manhandled like this.

Barou feels like a beast and less of a man, he should have fucked you like this from the beginning because he can feel how you pulse, how you moan in time to the flutters of your walls and the throbs of your clit. You’re soaking him from tip to balls and he groans when he feels your slick drip down to his inner thighs. Thighs twitching at the idea of you creaming on his for the first time makes him ignore the burning in his core because Barou thinks if he’s denied that he’ll kill someone and he is desire is realized faster than he thought.

You fall apart with a wail - something too loud and deep in your chest he’s sure the next house overheard you and the thought makes him pump into you at an even pace. The stimulation makes the pleasure endure and it’s like watching the fibers of your mind being frayed right in front of you. Your cum is milky, thin, and opaque and Barou watches it froth at the base of his cock even spilling into the trimmed black hairs of his crotch. He moans because fuck, fuck this is what he’s been waiting for.

There’s a fog in your eyes and you wonder if you even have a brain anymore and when the too-hot pleasure pain from Barou’s thrusts keeps up you know you do. You peek down at where you two are connected and moans so weakly he wonders if he broke you. There are red scratch marks on his biceps and you gasping, stuttering over your words because God this is the best sex of your life.

“Di-did you cum, ah, Shoei?” You ask with a rocky voice and you whine in between the syllables because you feel the bump as the head of his cock meets a wall it’s never touched before.

“Nah - that’s just, fuck,” you twitched around him when he bumps into the wall of your cunt again,” that’s just fucking you and this messy cunt you got.” You moan with him at the same and your eyes have black rims around them from the remnants of mascara that you couldn’t get off but most certainly had cried off looking up to meet him. Barou doesn’t think you’ve ever looked more prettier than right now, and he thinks about how he’ll get to have this view again and again until you get sick of him.

Maybe that’s the thought that gets him - in time with the shuddering ache at his core of fucking you like an animal and he spills into you. You gasp his name, whining it out and Barou’s never felt like more of a man than right now as you watch how his cum leaks out of you; cunt swollen and puffy he can’t help but huff when he feels his cock twitch at the thought of filling you again. Your legs are still over his shoulders and he turns his head to press a kiss to the delicate slope of your calf.

“Hope you’re ready for the next round,” he mutters into your scented skin nipping at the delicate line of your ankles. “I still have more I want to devour.”

What a foolish thing you are, you’ve always been in the lion’s maw and what a lovesick thing you are turning away bashfully but still presenting yourself for him. Greedy things the two of you really.

[nanamimizz]

tags: 18+ minors dni, fem reader, virgin reader, takes place in act 3 of wyll’s romance, thigh riding, tit sucking, reader is inexperienced and very sensitive, wyll is a little desperate and perverted. let me know if i missed something !

author’s note: this is so very self indulgent. my b.

Wyll thinks he should be kinder. In fact, he knows he should - it’s your first time, with him, with anyone ever. And he should be kinder for it but the Blade of Frontiers finds that he can’t help but bare his steel even now. Wyll has you in ways he’s often thought of when the only company he could find was of his slick palm around the bulge of his cock. You’re on your back, on top of his coat and your evening wear; a simple but thick nightgown that stopped at your ankles now finds itself rucked up to your hips. There’s a greed to his touch, Wyll seeks to consume you, to devour you tonight just as in the smut the writers in Sharess’s Caress pedal out.

Your skirt is wrinkled and bunched up, your thighs spread around his knee that he’s had pressed up against the gusset of your panties. His devil eye, as red as sin, drinks in the wet spot on the light blue fabric that protects your modesty from his hungry gaze and thinks of pocketing the sweet fabric for later. If this was before, before this journey and before being touched by the Hells Wyll would have blushed and stuttered at his thoughts but he has wanted and waited and now he finds himself at the precipice of his desire.

Wyll finds that he can’t wait any longer, cock twitching in his trousers at the way you gasp when a little bit more pressure is put on the oasis between your thighs that Wyll is so lucky to be the first to drink from.

“You are so beautiful,” Wyll mutters, lost in the way the skin of your stomach breaks into goosebumps when he lets his hands grip your form. His thumb rubs at the cute little birthmark you have under your belly button and he thinks that he’s completely and utterly in love with you. You gasp his name, voice trembling and high as your own hands - still so timid grips the front of his shirt. He hums, lost in the beauty of your body.

The good gods must have all had a part in making you. Sune, the goddess of beauty doesn’t hold a candle to you Wyll thinks as he lets his hand go up to drag down the top of your nightgown, until the hardened peak of your breasts are bared before him. The chill makes them hard and the heat of his mouth makes you whine as high as you can when he begins to suck at them. Your hands go from his shirt to grace his horns with your touch as you rock your hips against his knee. Your garments sodden and you squeal when it becomes too much - Wyll’s hands had come to grip at your hips to rock you at his pace rather than yours.

The fabric of his pants is rough against the sweet little fabric of your panties, your cries spilling like a river from your lips as you leak and leak down to your thighs from the bumping of your clit against his knee. It makes Wyll’s head spin, to know you could be so sensitive that you could come apart just like this and it makes him want just that. He moves from one nipple to the other, letting his teeth nip at the bud enough to entice a withered whine as his thumbs trace your hip bones lovingly.

“Wyll, Wyll, Wyll,” you repeat his name like a mantra, a prayer so breathless it sounds like it floats on the wind to his ears. Dual colored eyes look at you from your bosom, taking in the heat on your face and small drops of drool that collect on the tip of your lax tongue in your gasping mouth. He lets one hand slip down, letting his nails stroke across the skin of your stomach just to watch you gasp and seize at the ticklish sensation. You’re tense, back a bow ready to be released and Wyll is slick enough to let a finger slip in from the side of your panties. You’re wet enough that a single finger can slide in without problem and you freeze up - coming so sweetly for him with a love confession half said on your wet lips as you cum pressed up against his knee and with his index finger inside of you.

He lets go of your nipple, lets his other thumb come up and soothe at the poor, puffy thing with clever tenderness as you gasp and whine his name again and again until you come down from your pleasurable height. Wyll zero’s in on how your tongue hangs out the tiniest bit and the smallest drop of drool that collects on its tip. His thumb from the hand that slipped down your body to your cunt comes to cup your chin. You can smell your slick on his finger and it makes you whine, you clench around nothing when you hear his chuckle. Slick sticks to your panties when you can hear how it's the smallest bit mocking and mean when he says,

“That’s a cute little habit you have. Panting like you're in heat when there’s a little pleasure in your blood.”

You whine his name and he laughs, all good natured and adoring but even your innocent addled mind can hear how he adores to have you in this state. His hand, his warm, big hand that can easily hook and keep you still soothes at the trembling in your thigh. Wyll kisses you like he loves you, like he wants you raw and completely his before he breaks away with his red eye glinting in the moonlight.

“I’ll give you some time. We’ll go again when you are ready my love.”

[nanamimizz]

tags: minors dni, 18+, fem reader, f!receiving.

synopsis: diluc takes his husbandly duties quite seriously, starting on your wedding night.

wedding lingerie with diluc….stockings, garters panties, and a bralette - all of it sheer enough that he can see the warmth of skin through it. the tight pebble of your nipples and the bump of your clit can be see by him, almost as if you laid yourself out for your husband.

he’s your husband.

is the only thing that rings through his mind as he presses kiss after kiss around your pelvis, thighs and mound. the salt of your sweat and the tang of your cunt stick to his lips and he moans at how you gasp from the warmth of his lips near your most intimate parts. when he leans further down, diluc wraps his bulky arms around your thighs keeping you pressed up against him even as you gasp and grow shaky in his grasp.

“shh, shh don’t - don’t run from your husband.” he breathes, breath hot against your soaked cunt and your back bends when he licks the ridge of your hot clit through the gusset of your ruined panties. his mouth grows hot and insistent against your mound, you can only take the heated pleasure he gives you. it’s teasing not enough to push you over the edge but enough to make you twitch and moan in his hold.

as thick fingers pull across the sodden fabric you whine into the heated air - diluc burns like the sun when you are near and now that you are husband and wife, you wonder if he could sustain the world like the sun does with his love for you.

“let me, let your husband please you dearest. my beautiful wife let me please you.” he murmurs into your slick skin and you whine, pressing your hips close to him (as if you aren’t pressed up to each other in the way leading lovers dream of) the only thing left to do is let out a whimpering keen as his hot tongue is felt on your clit. pleasure bleeds into your blood and your back arches at he forms his lips around your clit to suck.

the room spins and everything is so hot so wet - it’s so much, you don’t even know if you’ll make it through the night.

your husband in his mission to please you will instead ruin you it seems.

[nanamimizz]

tags: sfw, gn reader, reader is married to toji and helped raise megumi, set in a non curse au.

“i’m happy dad met you.” megumi says one night, drying his hands after washing the dishes. you at the table, reading over work files and you took your glasses off to smile at him.

“aw, thank you megumi.” you say, voice affectionate and warm. you can see the pink on his cheeks at your gratitude and he wore the same pink after his graduation from middle school to highschool when you congratulated him. you hear the loud steps of the man of the house - toji rounds the corner holding a broom and dust pan. megumi looks at his father and smiles the same evil little shit smile that toji’s worn more than a few times in the past.

“yeah, he really sucked before you. being a bum and all.”

the sound of a man’s indignant - “you damn brat!” and your laughter erupted in the kitchen and megumi snickered into his hand as he made his way out of the kitchen. you are still laughing as the teen goes into his room and he hears his dad complaining.

“can you believe that guy?”

“i can actually, he’s not wrong either handsome.”

“we are married you know? you should be on my side-“ toji complains, putting the broom and pan away and coming to sit at your side. you are looking at him with your cheek resting on your knuckles, glasses sliding down your nose.

“its hard to be when he’s right.”

megumi laughs from his place in the hallway, and does his homework with the door open - just so he can hear you teasing his father. it’s something he never wants to go without

[nanamimizz]

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝚬?

tags: age gap (kishibe is in his early 50′s and reader is late 20′s to early 30′s), discussion of mortality, discussion of marriage, reader and kishibe have known each other for awhile but have only dated for 3 months, gn reader, pet names such as ex. sweetheart, kishibe knows he’s crazy.), reader calls him old man like, once LMAO, 1.k words, fluff mostly.

synopsis: no one knows more than kishibe that he has a screw loose, maybe that’s why he asked you to marry him.

Kishibe comes home to a plate of food on the table. The apartment is dark and clean but it isn’t clinical and cold like how it used to be when it was him alone. From the walls to the floors it feels like home. You’ve filled the cream walls with pleasant-to-look-at art, with framed pictures of you and him, other co-workers at the Public Safety Devil Hunters from night outs. There are soft, small pillows on the sofa and quilts on the armrests. You put them there from your old place after you moved in with him after the 2nd month of dating.

He joked that you should be an interior designer with how nice his apartment looks now. You snorted and flicked his ear. He let you.

You made curry with chicken katsu, the plate is covered in saran wrap and there is a pot of miso soup left on the stove. Kishibe told you not to leave dinner out for him but you rolled your eyes and told him off - “An old man like you can’t live off convenience store food, let me make dinner for you.”

Kishibe thinks that’s what he likes about you; your presence in the apartment, the way you make him dinner even though he told you not to - he thinks you stay up for him, sometimes. Your chair is crooked against the table when he arrives in the middle of the night because he straightens the chair after he finishes the dinner you left for him, washes the plate, and puts any leftovers you left for him in the fridge for you to take to lunch the next day.

You care about him, really care about him the way spouses care for each other. Maybe that’s why he thinks about marrying you despite only dating for 3 months.

He really does have a screw loose.

The dinner you left for him is gone in less than 20 minutes. He likes your cooking and he’s always been a fast eater. He finishes in the kitchen and heads to the bathroom. The clock reads 12:30 and his back aches in the cold water, but he likes it in a twisted and fucked way. The clock reads 12:40 when he’s done and just in plaid lounge pants, he joins you in bed. Your hair is free, spilling around your head on your pillow like a halo. There is a crack in the blinds and the moonlight highlights your face.

It shines on the slope of your nose, the freckles, and the small scars on your skin. You are so pretty in this gentle way - the way the petals of lilies are pretty or those fancy hard candies that are sculpted into goldfish. He wants to take care of you until he dies. He lies in bed and you wake up, eyes caught in the same milk moonlight and he wants to kiss your eyes as softly as he can.

“Kishibe…”You say his name so softly, he doesn’t remember the last time his name sounded so lovely. He scoots closer to you, you smell like lotion and softener, his knuckle caresses your cheek and your eyes flutter close. Shit, he thinks, you are beautiful.

“Hey sweetheart, dinner was good.” You smile sleepily, eyes blinking away the sleep that resides within them. Kishibe leans and kisses your cheek, mouth cold and minty from the toothpaste. His stubble itches and you wrinkle your face at the feeling. He thinks you are cute for it. He blinks, dark eyes focusing on your lovely face, the way your eyes shine in the moonlight, and how your hair fans around you. Kishibe feels choked up as if he might cry.

“Marry me,” he says instead, voice gruff and quiet. You blink at him, brows furrowing and confusion painting your pretty face. You shuffle, sitting a bit more up and looking at him like he’s grown a 2nd head. He tries not to chuckle.

“We’ve dated for 3 months - please don’t tell me you are going through a middle-life crisis.” 

“No…” Kishibe starts off, dark eyes focusing on your hand - on the ring finger of your right hand and finds it irking to see it empty.

“You’re good to me. I want to take care of you - if we are married, all my shit goes to you. I’ve got some money saved up. The place would be yours too.” He lists off all the things bubbling in his head for the past 3 months of being with you. His life doesn’t have a guarantee, he could die tomorrow. He wants to be sure you stay afloat, even without him.

Your face is not something he can read - he blames it on the dark, your sleepiness, and his lack of it. His hand sneaks under your shirt, and his fingers (calloused and scarred) expertly find themselves resting at the dip of your hips. His thumbs rub at the skin there, enjoying its softness and its smoothness. You lean into him, looking at his eyes, finding sincerity and certainty. Sighing you kiss him, lips soft from vaseline and you hear him huff in contentment.

“Ask me again tomorrow. With a ring - you’ll have your answer.” You say and he nods, already knowing what ring he plans to get you. His hands pull you close, your body fitting into his and he feels at peace with you like this. You both fall asleep like that. When morning comes -  his arm is still around your waist and hands at your hips. You go in earlier than him, and you depart with a heavy heart. He looks handsome in his sleep, face relaxed and thin lips parted. The neat way he parts his hair is long gone and he looks boyish with how it sticks around his forehead.

You kiss his forehead before you go out the door, a work bag filled with the leftovers he put away for lunch. The day passes by as normally as it usually does for you - you are in the paperwork department and Kishibe comes to see you for lunch when he can. When you return to your office from a copy run to start your lunch the man in question is there, sitting in your chair. 

On your desk, sits a velvet box.

Kishibe smiles behind his palm when he sees the shiny, watery look in your eyes. You almost drop your copies - you really are the cutest thing he’s ever known.

“So? What’s your answer?” His gruff voice cuts in the air, and you blink back tears. Nodding wiping your eyes with the back of your free hand you warble out -

“Yeah - yeah you crazy old man. I’ll marry you.” He huffs amused, victory dancing in his heart.

[nanamimizz]

please. please elaborate on gale penis (imagine me on my knees looking up at you pathetically shaking with big tears in my eyes)

a/n: ask and you shall receive

tags: 18+ minors dni, cleric reader, sacrilegious content (i think), male receiving oral, set in act 3, cum swallowing, fem reader - let me know if i missed something!

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝚶𝐍 𝚶𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝚬 𝐏𝚬𝐀𝐑𝐋 𝐑𝚶𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐘

Gale thinks you to be sweet - and finds you can be messy in equal measure. You are not refined, you are young and inexperienced. The latter changes everyday and night, however, when you grow more familiar with the taste of his lips and the pleasure he brings onto your skin. Which usually means his head is buried in between your legs for just shy of an hour.

Gale is many things to many people, a charming gentleman, a learned wizard but not coy. Never does he not know what he wants and most nights what he wants is you crying on his tongue while he squeezes as much of your pleasure he can from you at the end of each day. It appears even this is being proven part in what he teaches you, the way you drop to your knees with the same fluidity you display when you pray to your god, after tugging his robes most insistently. You murmur pleas, begging for him to disrobe and Gale wishes he had the heart to soothe you with words before letting the fabrics that cover his form loose from their bindings. His purple overcoat is undone but still on his shoulders when you tug at his bottom layers until they are down to his thighs. His cock is half hard - you always pull at the strings of his lust with a simple smile and Gale blames it on his year of celibacy for his sensitivity.

You take the head of him into your mouth, the tip of his cock that leaks pearls that can be found in the clams that enjoy the Waterhavian sea and lick him sweetly, reverently. Your pretty eyes are closed - settled into the rhythm that you suckling mouth sets. You lick, you suck and wrap your hands that heal his wounds so lovingly around the base of his shaft. He shivers under your grasp like your touch alone electrifies him. It most likely does given the way he breaks into gooseflesh and shivers at the sight of his slick clinging your lips when you pull away to take a breath. His hand settles on your head, thumb rubbing at the pointed tip of your ear.

“I didn’t expect a cleric to be so ravenous - you should maintain a bit of your holiness shouldn’t you?” Gale teases emptily, his petulance for verbosity shining even when on the frayed ends of lust that seek to devour him just as the dormant orb that rests on his chest. You open your eyes at just half mast; it’s almost to drive him to madness to gaze at with such sinful eyes.

“I’m not a holy person tonight,” you utter with your voice rough. Your hand, the right one finds itself setting a soft pumping pace that makes heat curl around the base of his spin. You press the gentlest of kisses to his slit, let him leak over your lips that shape the words of prayer often to your dawn god now taste like the salt of him. His cock has a weight that makes it burn in your soft grasp, seven inches from tip to hilt and the thick hair free from any gray strands tickle you when your hand or head brushes against it. Every inch of Gale is perfect in your eyes, and you close them to place more saccharine presses of your lips to the shaft of him.

“I am weak to my desires. My need for you transcends any holiness.” you confess, the words heavy just like the cock you taste your tongue. Eyes closing as you let it slip on the underside of his shaft slowly and sweetly. Gale whines, high and thin letting his head knock back against the wood of the room you tugged him into but manages to let out one quip before succumbing to the pleasure you give him so easily.

“That’s quite bold..even vulgar perhaps.” He pants, eyes just as hazed as yours when begin to take the top of his into your mouth. You don’t say anything back this time, only moan at the taste of him and relax your mouth - and let your instincts do the work. You make it to the middle of him before swallowing again, breathing deeply through your nose as you keep pumping the parts of him you can’t take yet. His cock has a curve to it, going up to the sky the tiniest bit in a way that makes you squeal when it’s inside of you but rears its ugly head when you want it down your throat. You persist, your stubbornness won’t deny him his pleasure, he recalls fondly as you gag when the leaking slit of his cock pressed against the top of your throat. Through his own lidded gaze he watches how your thighs tighten - pressing together and growing sticky and wet with arousal.

Your pleasure is his pleasure, and his is yours. A rule written in between the marrow of your union and Gale groans at the idea of returning this sweet favor with the taste of your honey in between his lips. He whines when you succeed, taking all of him to the base with your nose pressed up against the hair on his pelvis. You are a sight for sore eyes, one that makes him almost weep from aching pleasure as you begin to grow teary eyed at the strain of your jaw to accommodate him. His bones burn, his blood bubbles and he murmurs your name like a prayer. His heart stops and he wonders if the orb could be going off.

Let it, Gale thinks as everything in him is spilling out for you to lick - to taste and to swallow, nothing could take him from this moment.

“Oh - oh, my sweet let me, let me pull out-” Gale begs with a ruined voice and a half thinking mind. There’s the vague notion of releasing into a tissue or in your hand, something that’s easier to clean but you don’t let him. You nudge yourself closer, letting the softness of your chest be pressed up against the thickness of his thighs as the river of your arms meets the ocean of his waist to keep him still as he finishes with a rough groan of your name. Pleasure makes his ears ring, blood thrumming behind his spotted vision as you swallow around the salty-sweetness of his release. You stay where you are, humming and moaning around his length sweetly until he hisses; pushing your head back until the final pearl rosary bead is spilled from him and onto your lips.

The satin skin is flushed, brightened and glistening from the shine of what you couldn’t swallow. Gale found himself in a trance, eyes blown out like the dark abyss that sucked the Weave into his chest as he let his thumb drag to wipe at a small bead left on his spent on your lip. You did not remove your gaze from his, letting your tongue catch and drag against the pad of his thumb with a small pleased huff. You kiss the digit faithfully and Gale shudders beneath the gentleness of your affection.

“Oh, my love. You will be the end of me.”he confesses to you, face lax and posture only supported by the Elfsong Tavern’s walls. You kiss the still sensitive, still reeling head of his cock and smile saccharinely at how he jumps from the sensitivity.

“I hope not, I can’t wait to worship you again.”

Well, Gale thinks, maybe he can hold on just a little longer.

[nanamimizz]

tags: 18 minors dni, established relationship + marriage, set in the ending where wyll is the duke of baldur’s gate, gn reader, reader is implied to be a rouge of some sort, some type of brat taming. let me know if i missed something!

synopsis: you’re used to taking your pleasure in your hands. wyll has had enough of it.

If one were to ask you how you would describe Wyll you would say gently lost in the way he handles the children in the grove and how gently he offers his assistance to any in camp who need it. It’s easy to forget the steel of the Blade of the Frontiers behind the gleam of pearly teeth. And maybe Wyll let you get away with too much, letting you off with a simple teasing remark. That was then and this is now - Wyll is your husband by vow and decree, and you find that the gold of his wedding ring isn’t the only metal that gleams in the candlelight of your shared room. You’re on your side, trapped beneath the bulk built from 3 meals and daily training as his dark skin shines in the orange light that douses the room.

“You are so stubborn.” he grunts into your ear, bending the meat of your leg back and over his hips. The hair on his skin tickles your hips and you gasp - grunt and moan when his hand comes to grope at your chest. His cock is inside you, the only place he would ever want it to be.

“I’m not stubborn - fuck.”

“I’m your husband now, you are to lay with me whenever you wish.” He pants into your ear with a voice so wrecked with lust it cracks under its weight. You feel full, full of so much emotion it makes you weep and the blissful stinging ache of Wyll’s cock stretching you out that your tears are golden beneath him.

“Ah! I am not stubborn! Just don’t -“ You gasp in mid-sentence, words dying upon your lips as your husband takes it upon himself to set the pace. One akin to his love for you; deep, all encompassing and growing from a slow pace. Your face is brought to his, lips bursting into flames at the slight touch from their proximity.

“I don’t want to bother you.” you whisper against his lips, they feel like satin to your slightly chapped ones. Despite getting used to sleeping and living in the upper city you are still not quite used to the comforts it provides. You still wear the scuffs of your past, alongside the scars of your adventure.

“You never bother me - not your presence or your pleasure.” he pauses to sink into you all the way in. The tip of his cock pushes against every spot inside of you that makes you yelp like an injured animal. Wyll is not a cruel man but letting him have you like this makes him consider that it might not be so bad to be one.

“Not so tough now, are you?” Each word is punctuated with a thrust and followed by the wet squelch that comes from your lower half and you respond with a pathetic little yelp each time.

“No more scampering off. Next time you’re leaking between your thighs you come find me. I’ll make time to take care of you - I’m yours now so stop thinking you can pleasure yourself when I’m right here.” You don’t have it in you to argue, to make some sort of remark or comment. Instead you nod, your legs wracked with so much pleasure they only hang there, twitching with each shock. Wyll presses his lips to yours finally and it’s with the gentle heat of the kiss you unravel - tightening and spilling down your thighs and Wyll gasps as he finishes quickly in tow. He pulls away with the webbed strings of spit following him and when he speaks his words are wrecked.

“Give me a moment, we’ll go again. I’m not done with you yet.” You think on his words and with a heated face you only nod and go to kiss him one more time but not the last.

[nanamimizz]

tags: fem reader, age difference, established relationship, reader is shorter than kishibe, kissing, mentions of sex + sexual dynamics.

synopsis: kishibe just can’t keep his dirty mind from running, even when all you give him is a kiss on the cheek.

you give kishibe a kiss on the cheek. a harmless gesture one given readily and easily as he shrugs on his overcoat. you didn’t think much of it, thinking he would take your affection with his usual nonchalance and it would be the end of your shared morning.

but that’s never the case is it? things never go to plan.

you don’t notice the warmth in kishibe’s complexion. the way the haze that dampens the iron black is broken through like the sun through storm clouds. his hand is tugging you back - the apartment is warm and its your day off so you are still in your sleep shorts. kishibe keeps his eyes in the soft skin, thinking about marring the satin like skin with his teeth until he could taste the copper of your blood.

“c’mere, give your man a proper kiss.”

you only swallow in your fluster, eyes wide and lips open in a gasp at how unabashedly he handles you - tugging, pulling and holding you in front of him. his hands, warm and worn, you shiver when his scarred palm settles over your ass to tug you closer.

aftershave. mint toothpaste. cologne.

all incredibly deep and dark scents that make you shiver as well as the hauntingly hot hand that squeezes the fat of your ass - an indecent pair of ring and pinkie finger make their way under the high hem of your shorts and dig into the plush curve of your thigh blending into your ass.

“c’mon. don’t make me late.” he drawls into your ears as your head turns, embarrassed at how he handles you. you look back at him, blinking in that shy way he likes so much. timidly you nod and reach up - standing on the tips of your toes, your braless chest pressing against his suit clad chest until your lips meet his.

kishibe grunts - like the rest of you its soft and sweet, it makes him for the first time a long while want to skip out on work. he wants it deeper, harder; wants it dirty like when he kisses you at night with your tongue in his mouth and his hands holding your hips still to teach you patience. maybe he needs a reminder in such a lesson right now. you pull away and he can’t help but look at the clock in the kitchen that’s visible from the doorway, he stays any longer he’ll be late.

“i’m late cause of you. i should put you over my knee for teasing me like that.” he mutters into the air that is shared between the two of you and you only reach out to straight his tie, the folds in his jacket and the lapels of his coat. you pout, petulant and almost childish and it makes him want to kiss you again.

“i just being affectionate - you’re the one who demanded a real kiss.” he can’t refute you so he looks ahead, taking in the pictures that line the wall of your shared apartment. it strikes him that for the first time that it sucks to leave his apartment.

“brat. i’ll see you tonight. if i find you asleep you’re in big trouble.” that makes you smile, you can’t bite back the teasing comment that slips out your soft lips.

“what do you want me to wear?” he’s half a step out the door, hat on his head and giving his ever handsome face a shadow that makes him all the more sinister.

“just this, it’s cute. i like fucking you when you look like this.” he says without pausing, out the door and body facing you to close the door behind him. he stops, watches how your eyes are wide and your arms at tucked behind your back. you’re back to shifting in your place a doe out in the meadow. he feels like a wolf looking at you from his place in the doorway, like he is the outsider rather than the man that lives with you.

“look like what?” you ask, and you almost take a step back as you gaze into one dark eye, the other blocked by the door. you know kishibe is dangerous but this…this is when you see it yourself.

“like you’re mine.”

the door shuts, the clock ticks and the days begins. as you gaze out the windows and see the sun - you can’t help but think it’s a beautiful day and that it’s a shame that you already want it to end.

[nanamimizz]

tags: +18 minors dni, mention of someone hearing, quiet sex, fem reader, kunigami is kinda a sicko in this one, fucking someone when they hold a stuffed animal - this is so sick because im already writing for him @gothogue @saintshigaraki here u go sickos

kunigami takes a thrill in knowing that his teammates - his friends think you are cute. call it a man’s pride but he likes seeing how they’re gaze flickers at you from time to time, how he can see jealousy glint in the iris of their eyes when you lean in from your spot beside to wipe sauce from the corner of his lip with a gentle smile. he knows what they are thinking when they look at you - soccer players are already assholes and blue lock made them the worst of the worst and the best of the best.

it’s pure ego. it’s what jinpachi wanted in a striker.

which is why when isagi - the blueberry eyed shit stain stays over for a night kunigami can’t help but entertain the idea mulling in his head since the night started. the walls of the guest bedroom are shared to where the bed you two sleep in rests and kunigami will do well to use it to his advantage.

when he kisses you - mouth hot and teeth sharp you only whine into it, putting a hand on his broad chest in a feeble attempt to ease him but not to stop him makes him chuckle deep in his throat.

“rensuke - please we have company staying over.” you gasp, face hot with pleasure that embarrasses you because it always does. kunigami rarely smiles nowadays, mostly reserved for you which is why he gives you one of them and it disarms you easily.

“i’m sorry, you’re just so pretty - wanted you all night.” he finishes with beginning an onslaught of soft, gentle kisses that make you gasp and whine into them. you’re thighs spread and his knee finds itself between the soft skin; his hands digging into the pudge and you are beneath him now. he feels your thighs twitch in his grasp as your chest heaves every time you squirm, pressing your cunt to the bulk of his thigh and each time you only grow more and more damp.

you are right where he wants you, needy and wanting just like how he is for you.

he breaks the kiss he was locked in and looks down at you with a fire in the amber of his eyes when he takes in how prettily you wear neediness. eyes wide and glittering, mouth flushed and shining - he feels a tug at his chest when he thinks about how you love him enough to let him be the one to see you like this.

his fingers are in you faster than you can blink ans he’s plucked your first orgasm from the night with his expert fingers. when he has your knees in the crooks of his elbows, your cum webbing against your thighs like silk strings. he can see your clit, puffy and sticky from where you are spread - your arm is thrown over your face because even after all this time together you still can’t bear to see him fuck you like this. your demureness is as endearing as it is exciting, his favorite part of fucking you is making you forget all the politeness and platitudes you have ingrained into your mind.

“you gotta be real quiet - we don’t want isagi hearing you right?” he whispers as he presses close, cock against your cunt in a way that lets him feel your heartbeat in each flutter of your walls. you can only whine some high and soft sound and he knows isagi heard that little noise. kunigami looks at you with such reverence that when the soft fox plush thats still on the corner of the bed.

an idea is born.

he hands you it - the faux fur is soft and he remembers it was a gift to you for your birthday from a childhood friend. back then he cooed at your soft expression and now he can’t deny the heat felt in the marrow of his spine at how you clench it when he pushes his cock into you.

“hold him to keep quiet - bite him if you have to.” he murmurs to you, voice deep and wrecked with lust when you nod and whine. the back of his mind itches with additional information about the plush toy and something ignites in him when he thinks about how gentle you are, how your sentimentality makes you the sweetest thing he’s ever seen and how much he loves that about you which only makes him thrust in harder.

you do as he said, in the low lamp light he forgot to turn off he can see how you tuck your head into into the plush animal and bite down on the soft fur but that doesn’t quiet down the rocking of the bed, the wet and lewd sound of his hips smacking your lower half. even as you try your hardest to be quiet, muffled by the toy the way you whine when his cock pressed deeper and deeper into you can still be heard. kunigami grins from above you, something wicked and twisted that you don’t see as your eyes are screwed shut because he knows isagi is listening - things have smoothed over between the years but there is still that rivalry between them and in a rare moment of peacocking Kunigami couldn’t help but show off how well his sweet girl takes his cock.

you cum with a muffled moan and him with a groan. he laughs in the tired and wild way when he scores a killer goal and he wipes your tears with his thumb as he coos when he sees the damp spot on the plush animal from where you bite into the cute thing. kunigami kisses you still hot and still blazing but satisfied, for now.

when morning comes and you are walking around with a bit of a limp, isagi the poor thing can only avoid your gaze with flushed cheeks as he goes out the door with barely heard gratitude for letting him stay the night.