#something like this has been in my head for so long tbh

[sinnabee]

about how many hours of sleep did you get?

aha, i work nightshift! so i sleep in the morning

yesterday i got about??? 6?????? i think. maybe 5

more deets about my weird brain chemistry under the readmore :P

in related news, found out at my adhd doc appointment yesterday i’m gonna have to see a sleep doctor 😔 because i uuuuuh have trouble staying awake on the drive home from work. the WORRYING part is probably that i also have trouble staying awake on the drive to work, without my meds. like if i forget to take them it doesn’t matter how much sleep i got, it’s a struggle unless i napped in the hour before i left, and even then;;; and also apparently napping periodically throughout the day and whenever you’re bored is Not Ideal

in the meantime my temporary measure is taking my fast acting meds near the end of my shift to keep me going, but hopefully not so long i can’t sleep when i’m home.

having said that: heading home now! :D heeeeeere we go lads wish me luck. also it flooded last night (don’t worry i waited out the flash flood warning)

[opens-up-4-nobody]

My boss: Heya - are we going to meet this week or am I going to lose u to the abyss of science completely?

[archivelikely]

god ngl u watching the after sequel could not have been more perfectly timed considering i Just submitted my senior thesis proposal to talk abt abuse in popular novels written/published within the past two decades and After (as well as 50 shades) was one of the ones i mentioned ksfdhkfhs

good luck, would love to read that tbh!! most romance tropes are sooo abusive but these two books (and a lot of fanfic and self published books ime) really take it to the extremes and unintentionally show how awful relationships with these tropes actually are... they could almost be great satires of toxic romance stories if they were actually self aware about it.

[justabookworm39]

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[larentslovechaos]

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[wizardo-yo]

whats up my dudes i thought it was about prime time to show yall my zine piece

[primofate]

Interrupted make-out session [Genshin Impact]

Notes: This was also a request and I liked it but for some reason I can’t find the ask anymore, I might have accidentally deleted it. Has been sitting in my drafts for a while cause idk how else to make it better. It’s still a little cringy to me, tbh.

Warnings: VERY STEAMY but generally still SFW bordering on not, you’ve been warned though, not proofread, some possessiveness, yes there are sexual innuendos, mentions of alcohol and drinking, did i say not proofread?, if there are pronoun slips please let me know.

Characters: Aether, Albedo, Ayato, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gorou, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Zhongli, gn!reader

Aether

The two of you never really meant for it to turn into a make out session. With Aether, there’s a lot of patience and no pushing to do things. It just happened spontaneously while cuddling in bed.

The first kiss was innocent. Just a quick peck on the lips. But something in him seemed to spur him on and suddenly he’s leaning in for another one...and another one...and another... He’s still slow about it, giving you the chance to say no but also hoping that you don’t pull away. When you don’t, he peers into your eyes and sees that they’re clouded over, just as his is and he puts his all into the next kiss. 

His hand cradles your neck, his kiss is nearing hungry, wanting more of your soft lips on his. It’s an addiction now and you’ve wrapped your arms around his neck to deepen the already passionate exchange. You open your mouth to let his tongue slide in, the kisses are getting sloppy, wetter. Your legs are tangled together and the heat between your lips blooms in your stomach and has you silently begging for more. The raw emotion makes you weak.

“Hey! Why is the door locked?! Did you two forget about Paimon?! Let me in!”

The two of you pull away abruptly. Panting and flushed, Aether more so than you. There’s a subtle disappointment in his eyes, but he’s a gentleman so he smiles and gathers himself, smooths down your hair and his, kisses your nose and utters a quick “I love you,” before pushing off the bed and letting the clueless Paimon in.

Albedo

Did he plan it? You’ll never know. He took you to Inazuma with him when he was commissioned to paint The Five Kasen. Of course, he took Klee with him too.

“It’s been a while since we’ve been alone,” Albedo sets down the tea on the kotatsu and sits next to you on the tatami floor. Klee is out with the traveller and Yoimiya, and though he feels a little bad for not being able to take Klee around, he was really rather busy with the preparation of the paintings.

What you didn’t get was why he wouldn’t let YOU go with Klee instead. It’d been midday when he emerged from his separate work room and sought you out. And now the two of you sat side by side each other, you feel him snake an arm around your waist. “You’re done with the painting?” You question him as he presses a kiss on the side of your head. 

“No,” he simply replies. The next time he dips his head, it lands on your lips and you instantly recognize the need in it. He rarely initiated kisses like this, the type that fanned a fire in your belly. It’s not a hungry kiss, but its long and his lips constantly move against yours, just as your head tilts to the side to give him more access. 

Your hand slides away from the teacup and rests on his shoulder, his arms are coming up to your back and pressing you further into him. When he breaks away he only does so to dip back into your neck, trailing kisses up to your ear. “‘Bedo--” You shudder a little at the light and quick pecks...until your ears pick up on familiar little, running footsteps and the door making a small rattle before the two of you break away and it slides open to reveal a very happy Klee, bursting with joy about her adventures.

You pretend to be drinking tea, though Albedo’s hand is still around your waist, he clears his throat before greeting his sister. “Welcome back, Klee,” 

Ayato

Intentional but has an excuse for it and kind of blames you for it. 

It’s rare that he gets to go to a festival with you, but he decided that he could take a break today and walk around. Inazuman festivals are always looked forward to, with lots of stalls, festivities and the closing fireworks, it’s an enjoyable time for everyone.

For Ayato, however, he can’t help but keep staring at your kimono-clad form. You rarely wore them, only on special occasions. Simply said, you looked even more charming than usual. 

So then was it his fault that he pulled you into a small alleyway in between two Inazuman houses and started kissing you? No. Not at all. 

“A-Ayato--There are people--” He’s gentle when he maneuvered you against the wall, but his kiss was not. He nips at your lips in a teasing manner, and recaptures your lips over and over again with only a second to breathe between each one, his hands sliding up your hip to keep you in place. 

“If you’re not too noisy they won’t notice, darling,” Ayato hides a smirk as he whispers to you, going back in for a now open mouthed and hot kiss. He just can’t get enough of you. Every breath he took was like breathing in lust and fire, seducing him to keep his mouth sucking yours. 

Then, he feels something bump against his foot, he pulls away abruptly, one of his arms still leaning onto the wall next to your head and he looks down to see a colourful ball there. The sounds of kids shouting about kicking the ball too far and running after it makes him pull all the way back, just in time for the kids to stop at the entrance of the alleyway and look at the two of you quizzically, then down to their ball. 

Ayato merely kicks it back towards them, and they don’t ask any questions, just caring about the fact that they can continue their game. He does pull you over and out of the small space though, despite you still being flushed and easily says. “We’ll continue later, care to come over?”

Dainsleif

Not a particularly jealous person but there are times where he can’t really stand other people giving you too much attention. 

Wolvendom was apparently a dangerous place. Not for Dainsleif. Dainsleif might have been more dangerous than Wolvendom itself. So despite the dangers of the forest you find yourself at ease when he’s around. 

The plan was to just pick wolfhooks, but things escalated pretty easily when you found your back against a tree and Dainsleif hovering above you. He didn’t have his arms out, nor was he pushing you towards the tree, but his gaze stayed you there. “...There was a man at the tavern who was a little touchy with you,” he started and you realized he had somehow been watching that exchange. 

“He was drunk, Dain. He was kicked out a little later,” You explain as he cups your chin and levels his gaze towards you. 

“...I don’t like it,” he simply says and you nod saying that you knew. No one would. However, instead of him complaining he translates his frustrations into a rather forceful kiss. Him pressing against you and trapping you at the tree, you didn’t resist, you had no intention to and all you could do was melt against him. 

It would seem as if he was taking out his anger on you, but his kisses gradually ease up, and all it starts to translate to is love and of him never wanting to let you go. His hands tether at your waist and he continues to drown you with his kiss, tongue pushing against your lips, asking for access to your mouth. It’s soft yet dominating at the same time, like an artist’s brush that confidently strokes at the canvas, he continues to stroke his lips on yours.

The first signs of rainfall drip on the tree the two of you are under, it escapes past the leaves until he starts to feel it drip on his scalp. He pulls away as the rain starts to hammer harder down on the two of you. He doesn’t mind kissing you in the rain, but it was the thunder that worried him. He instinctively pulls his coat away and over your form, then retreating under a nearby shelter that he knew of.

His face still has desire painted on it, but he looks down at you, slightly drenched and looking cold and smiles a little with apology. “Sorry,” he says curtly and you only grin back at him. 

Diluc

He likes the thought of being intimate with you. Kissing is just the most basic form of love that he discovered he enjoys. He enjoys it so much it’s hard for him to tell himself that one kiss will be enough.

It starts with your visit to his study. He’s there, poring over papers and the moment you walk in it’s as if his exhaustion billows away. He waits for you to approach him at his chair behind the desk and greets you by taking your hand and kissing the back of it. “Done with work?” He asks you and you nod your head with a small “Mmhmm,” 

He stands then and greets you more intimately with another kiss. Gloved hand placed on your collarbone and clutching at your shoulder as he pulls you in. Your lips fuses into his perfectly, like you were made for each other and he thinks the same. It’s the exact reason why he can never just kiss you once, specially in the privacy of a room. 

He kisses you again, but this time with more fervor, like he hadn’t kissed you in forever, like it was his first time seeing you in ages. His weight starts to push on you, and there’s nowhere to go but on his desk. Without ever taking his lips away he hoists you up over his desk, letting you sit comfortably while you wrap your arms around his shoulders. He’s standing in between your legs and his hands are pressed tightly on your waist. He pulls away to see the expression on your face, clearly wanting more. 

He doesn’t ever complain about giving you more and the kisses heat up to the point that your tongues are dancing together, panting against the passion, your hands are tangled in his long, red hair, and you instinctively tug at the hair band keeping it together. Your body almost trembles against his at the intensity of his lips conquering yours--

“Master Diluc? The accountant is here to see you,” The knock on the door pulls the two of you apart, but he doesn’t move from his forehead to forehead position with you. It feels hotter in the room, and he’s sure that it’s not just him who feels it. He stalls for a while to think about what to say, wanting to just turn the accountant away and tell him to come back another time, but you laugh under your breath, feeling the conflict in him. 

“Master Diluc,” you breathe out, clearly teasing him. “Don’t keep your guest waiting, I’ll come back later,” It’s you who pushes him away and jumps off the desk, turning to open the door and reveal Adelinde behind it. “He’ll be there in a second. Thank you Adelinde!” 

Gorou

Shy. So more often than not you’re the one initiating. You’re surprised that he’s actually a good kisser, or did he just get gradually better at it? Maybe he read some books about it...

Gorou already knows what’s on your mind when you ask him “Can I see the armory?” The first time you asked that, he merely raised his eyebrows and said sure. That had turned out to be a full-blown kissing session that left him flustered the whole day. 

It had actually been a while since you visited, and so when you ask “Is there anything new in the armory?” with a small grin on your face. Gorou can’t control nor hide the swish of his tail. He doesn’t admit out loud that he’s missed you far more than he can comprehend. 

You’re rather shocked as well that when the door to the armory closes he’s the one who captures your lips in a kiss. He pulls away to say “I--I haven’t seen you in so long. I just--” but you silence him with another, pulling at his clothes to get him leaning on top of you, mouths meshed together.

Your hands wander up to his ears, you always do that, rubbing at it while kissing makes him let out a low growl into your mouth and give a slight jump, but he doesn’t hate it. In fact it encourages him to do more. To open his mouth and receive yours. The kissing sounds are starting to sound lewd and his hands are starting to crawl up your sides.

“General?” Gorou jerks away from you, there’s a sound of a weapon clinking, as if it was getting hung up on the wall. There are footsteps coming around to the two of you and you flatten your clothing out hastily. One of his soldiers was in the armory and emerges from a row of weapons. “Ah general! I thought I heard you!” and proceeds to ask about which weapon would suit him more, because he was having a hard time picking. 

Gorou glances at you, face still flushed but there’s nothing but amusement in your eyes. He sighs inwardly and makes a future mental note to check if there’s anyone in the premises first before deciding to kiss you. 

Itto

He doesn’t constantly think about making out with you but when it starts to happen he can’t get his mind out of the gutter anymore. Doesn’t have a normal amount of shame as well. So getting caught making out is like nothing to him.

His favourite place to go beetle hunting is Chinjuu forest. Apparently that’s where all the big and strong ones are. He’s looking at every nook and cranny. In the river, atop trees, under boulders, on the stone stairs, inside logs. You name it. 

When he finally finds one, it’s like he hit the jackpot. “Heyyy!! Y/N, check this out!” he waves over and runs towards you to show you his new found treasure...only for him to trip on a big rock and start falling backwards, the beetle is startled and flies away from his hand. 

Itto is somewhat of an impulsive klutz, and so when he realizes that he’s falling he clumsily grabs on to the nearest thing, as if it would help him. Unfortunately, that was you and you end up on the ground with him. 

“Ow...Gee...Stupid rock,” he pushes himself up by his elbows and glares at the rock by his foot, then realizes that you’re completely pressed up against him and resting right below his chin. “Y/N! You okay?!”  

He wraps one arm around your waist, with how burly Itto was, having you resting on top of him was nothing. He realizes how close the two of you are and a bulb instantly lights in his head. “...Wanna kiss?” He grins shamelessly and you smack his shoulder hard. “Ow!” 

“Come on! Just one!” he urges and and somehow flips you over to the ground. Now he’s the one hoisting himself up above you. You consent and he giddily kisses you on the lips. Despite his size Itto is always gentle at first, and he never goes past your boundaries. Always asking if he could kiss you. He pulls away with a satisfied smile, but just looking at you under him like that...it stirs a bit of something in his gut. 

“...Another one?” He asks. Eyes tacked on to your suddenly delicious looking lips. He leans in again and this time the kiss he gives has a slight nip to it, his teeth gently nibbling on your lower lip, like he’s trying to get an actual taste of you. He pulls away again, face starting to become pink. “...A-Another--” This time it’s you who pulls him down by his coat, not letting him finish his request and it turns into a full blow make-out session. 

It’s a clumsy medley of kisses at first, just trying to taste more of each other and lips grappling for control. There’s a sudden, fiery urgency between your kisses, like you’re losing time, and your hands are starting to slide down his exposed midriff.

“Boss! Bossss!!” You push him away when you hear his gang members calling after him, but he didn’t seem to care and chases after your lips again. “Itto!” you hiss and punch his shoulder. “What?” he looks at you innocently. “Get off! Your friends are coming!” 

“So what?” he blinks, actually looking like he doesn’t care. He just doesn’t find anything wrong about giving you affection. “Get off or I’ll never kiss you again!” You threaten and he pouts but relents. By the time his gang members arrive. The two of you are stood up, with you dusting your clothes off and Itto looking like a defeated bear. 

Kaeya

You bet he initiates and he does so whenever he feels like it. However, other times, he likes to lure you into his trap by using his charms, so it looks as if you’re the one who started it but in fact he’s been sending you signals the whole time.

“Ah, so here you are,” Kaeya chuckles, kicking the door to the rooftop close as he saunters over to you. Up at the rooftop of the Favonius Headquarters, it was quiet and no one ever really went up there. You could see a small view of the town, as well as the windmills surrounding it. 

You were leaning over the railings, and only turned around to give Kaeya a half-glare, crossing your arms over your chest. “Came up here to tease me more?” You said, earning another chuckle from Kaeya. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about, love,” 

He lifts your face up to meet his using his finger. His grin is handsome, and the moonlight illuminates his eye that much more. Your hands rest on his shoulders as he comes nearer and you mumble at him almost accusingly. “Liar. You couldn’t keep your hands off me during the meeting...” 

Kaeya doesn’t say anything but does slither an arm around your middle. He was a menace. The Favonius meetings were long sometimes, and you guessed that he got bored. He kept nudging you with his knee, and at some point had even secretly placed his hand on your thigh, tracing patterns on it with his finger, pretending to listen to the meeting minutes. 

Kaeya leans in to whisper into your ear, his breathy voice sends a shiver down your neck and spine. “Can’t help it, your squirming is fun to watch,” and that’s how he gets you to press your lips on his. Just with a little urging, a little teasing, a little subtle touch. It drives you crazy and it entertains him to no end. 

“Someone’s impatient,” he whispers again when you pull back, “It’s your fault,” you whisper back. This time he’s the one who makes the move. His kisses are perfect. It touches more than just your lips, it reaches your soul, your heart and the very core of your being. You’re always left wanting more. He knows how to kiss in a way that has you chasing for more, clutching at him for more. He knows that when he sucks at your bottom lip you’ll mewl and bite his back. The heated exchange continues, up until the door to the rooftop slams open. 

“Sir Kaeya--Oh...Uhm...I--” The knight who walks in realizes Keaya is in the middle of something. Kaeya doesn’t have plans to turn around, but he does so only to briefly address the knight. “I’ll be there in five minutes,” Kaeya doesn’t wait for the knight to leave, and proceeds to continue kissing you until your lips are sore.

Kazuha

Gentle but will catch you off guard. Always starts off with innocent kisses up until it escalates into a desire that he can’t ignore. 

The bird’s nest of the ship. That small lookout on the highest point of the mast, where a crewmember would stay and warn the other crew members if there was an impending doom coming. Like a storm, or another big ship, or a small ship they should avoid. It’s an important part of the ship, but also a somewhat private little getaway. 

The breeze is always nice up here, but when night falls it becomes a tad too chilly and you end up wrapped up in Kazuha’s arms and warmth. You stay like that for a moment, just enjoying the lull of the sea and the sound of the waves. After a while longer you tip your head up to look at him, finding that he’s gazing tenderly at you. 

You smile, and he follows. A little piece of heaven was so easy for him to obtain with you in his life. You tip your head up to invite him for a kiss, and he effortlessly meets your lips romantically. It takes your breath away, the manner in which he silently claims your lips as his and only his. It’s not demanding nor forceful at all, yet something about it makes you surrender and your knees start feeling weak.

His arms tighten around you, he pulls away for a brief second, only for air and comes back in immediately. This time it feels like his lips scorches yours, the flame that ignites leaves you whimpering for more, clutching at his arms, senseless to everything else except his kiss. 

The only reason it stops is because you’re suddenly jerked away from him. He startles as well, feeling his feet sway a little, but his hold on you is protective and reassuring. A strong wave had nearly tipped the two of you off balance, and Kazuha looks beyond the sea to see that a storm might be brewing. 

He chuckles a little, aware that he got carried away for a moment there. “Let’s go back down, love. It’ll get dangerous up here in a few,”

Scaramouche 

Rough and demands it when he wants it. For him it’s like an impulse, or maybe the result of holding back too much and suddenly exploding with want. 

He was sour the whole day, and you had no idea why. Possibly one of his moods. He took it out on nearly all his subordinates, shouting about how everyone here was incompetent and useless. 

When night fell and the men had fallen back to their makeshift tents or quarters, Scaramouche came back to his and your tent, done antagonizing everyone for the day. He doesn’t say much as he undresses and prepared for the night, slipping on a simple shirt and shorts. You were already on your shared cot, reading a book about something trivial. 

He climbs in with a huff and you can’t help but smile at how childish his temperate was sometimes, but you’re startled when he climbs on top of you, your wrists are suddenly pinned above your head by his lone hand. “S-Scara--”

Wordlessly, his lips demandingly bears down on yours. You let out a slight sigh as you kiss, your eyes immediately closing at how possessive the kiss felt, but it’s exactly the way you like it. You part your mouth for him, and his tongue lashes in like strong waves pulling you under a sudden splash of desire. 

The way he kisses you is beyond hungry, devouring your lips and all your senses to focus only on him. “Scara--!” was the only thing you could let out when he pulls back for a breath, a string of saliva connecting the two of you, your face incredibly flushed. That prompts him to do more, moving to yet again taste your lips.

“Sir? There’s an emergency out at the waterfalls. It seems that the resistance is closing in,” 

Scaramouche pulls away and curses under his breath. He’s about to kill that soldier who’s standing outside the tent. He climbs away from the bed and starts getting dressed again, leaving you breathless on the bed. Still, you would think he would just leave, but for you, he comes back to where you rest and places a kiss on your forehead. “Wait for me, puppy. Won’t be long,” 

Tartaglia

Mischievous and almost calculated. Beckons you to initiate it and leads you into it.

His meeting with the other Fatui agents just ended, and he’s left exhausted and melting into the sofa he was sitting on. His body is totally limp, just wanting to do nothing for a moment in the living room of his hotel suite. Sure, he loved the adrenaline of battle and the excitement it brought. But meetings were something else, it took a lot out of him. 

“Childe?” You peer into the living room, having taken refuge in the bedroom that whole time while he took care of his business. He immediately perks up at your voice, his energy levels spiking at the thought of you. “Here, Y/N, we’re done,” he confirms and beckons you over with his hand.

You step out of the bedroom door and walk over to him on the couch, yelping when he easily pulls you atop him, forcing you to straddle him, your knees on the couch and your hands on his shoulders. “Childe!” 

He only chuckles and leans back, liking the view of things, one of his hand lazily placed on your waist. “It’s been a long day honey,” he sighs out and takes his other hand to cradle your cheek. “I think I deserve a kiss,” 

Indeed he does and you agree with no complaints. You straddle his lap fully when you lean in and hotly connect your lips. Your scent is hypnotic to him, the only thing in the world that could ever catch him off guard was you. He encases your waist in his arms, pulling you closer to him until you’re pressed against each other.

“Mm,” a hint of a moan escapes his lips and into yours. He doesn’t stop kissing you, the intensity increasing with each one. He starts to kiss you in a way that makes your toes curl and your insides burn, your brain melting into nothingness, not even noticing that your hands start to slide up his shirt.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

You pull away, only to be pulled back in. “Keep going,” he breathes out, ignoring the obvious knocking on the door. 

“Sir--I’m sorry. We’ve forgotten to report an important part of the mission,”

Childe clicks his tongue, but he hoists you up in his arms and shouts back. “I’m off-duty, come back tomorrow,” before the two of you disappear into the bedroom.

Thoma

Natural. It just happens when it happens. There’s not much thinking involved and there’s no prior teasing. 

He’d been busy for a while, setting up things and making sure everything was in place for the Irodori festival. You, being a worker at Yae Publishing house, was also busy during that time period. For the whole festival you didn’t see each other, nor did you have the time to pass by even for a short greeting. 

On the final day of the festival, Thoma finds himself waiting for you to finish your shift at the Yae Publishing House stall. “Thoma!” You run up to him, delighted to see your lover after a long week, he meets you with a hug and laugh, spinning you around once before setting you down again and walking to the restaurant that the two of you agreed to eat at for dinner that day.

It was also the celebration of the end of all your hard work for the festival. For this special occasion, he had requested a private dining room for the two of you. The night started off as normal, the two of you talking about your respective events and duties. 

“I missed you,” he suddenly interjects in the middle of your story. He just couldn’t help it, it’s been so long since he saw your smiling face. “Ah, sorry, you can continue your story,�� he waves a hand, urging you to go on, but you’ve stopped and shifted a little closer to him. “...I missed you too, Thoma,”

And just like that your lips were inviting his. He drops his chopsticks and turns to face you, his hands on both sides of your face to bring you closer to him, to feel his lips melt and combine with yours. He feels your fingers clutch at his shirt. Thoma’s kisses makes you forget your own name. Makes your heart beat faster and faster until it feels like exploding. Every time your lips come apart and together again you’re spun into a dizzying world of fireworks and passion. 

“Y/N...” he whispers before he dives in yet again, your hands now tugging at his hair, as if wanting to sink into him deeper. 

“Your drinks are here!” The door slides open rather suddenly and the two of you jerk apart, faces an intense red. The server is oblivious and hums to herself while placing the glasses on your table. “Enjoy!” She says before retreating out and sliding the door shut again. 

The two of you are tense, but when you meet eyes, you can’t help but let out a snicker, he follows and the two of you are just laughing it off seconds later. 

Venti

It’s like a form of entertainment for him, like a hobby. He loves kissing you and he doesn’t hide that at all.

“Venti...are you drunk?” You ask as you sit next to him at the tavern. He’s rather rowdy today, but he raises an eyebrow at your query. “Me? I haven’t even had a drink yet Y/N! I’m just excited I have time to visit the tavern again!” 

The two of you are off to a table on the side, it’s a little secluded, but in no ways was it private. The deeper the night got the more people came in, but you realized that Venti wasn’t drinking any booze at all. In fact his attention was all on you, just talking to each other and enjoying each other’s company. 

You don’t quite understand Venti’s attraction towards you. It’s as if he appeared one day and decided to latch on to you. Was it really love? Or just fascination? Still, he was a handful, but he was able to take care of you and be considerate of your feelings, despite being energetic and carefree all the time. 

“...and so we decided to leave Dragonspine,” you finished your story, drinking some of your mocktail and noting that Venti was nodding at you with sparkling eyes. 

“It must’ve been cold up there, hm?” He simply says and it dawns on you only now that his arm is wrapped around your waist and the two of you are quite cozy in that position, your body tucked in his. “You’re so cute, Y/N. It’s almost unbearable, ehe~” 

Then, his eyes light up almost instantly. “Ah, you haven’t given me a kiss today! You were so busy in the morning that you forgot!” He leans in, putting his face out for you but you feel your cheeks heat up and decline his offer. “Idiot, we’re in public!”

He’s silent for a moment, realizing that you’re shy, and for some reason that face of yours spurs him even more to try and kiss you. Assertively, he uses his hand to move your turned away face to meet his and he’s the one who leans in for a mind-bending kiss. 

You gasp into it, eyes widening at his bravery. Although it was loud in the tavern all you could really hear was your heart beating in your chest. He doesn’t let up, you feel his tongue prodding your lips, asking to be let into your hot mouth and your eyes close automatically, losing yourself into the sudden tingling sensation running up your spine. 

He kisses you like you’re the finest wine he’s ever tasted, he drinks you up like he hasn’t had water in days and you feel his mouth just pressing on yours over, and over, and over again--

BANG! 

The two of you startle away from each other. One of the waiters has smacked a medium barrel of wine on your table. The type that was for sharing and had a spout connected to it. The waiter saw you kissing, but he didn’t bat an eyelid. That happened all the time in the tavern. Instead, he actually grinned and said. “Here’s that wine you ordered, this’ll warm you both up quick,” and left cackling. 

Xiao

Always doesn’t expect how he likes kissing so much. He doesn’t usually initiate but when it happens he’s also surprised by the hunger he has for your lips. It’s almost like the demon inside him comes out and wants to devour you.

Xiao has his own room in Wangshu Inn, but he doesn’t use it as much as one would think. He rarely needed sleep and staying in human quarters just seemed odd to him. He never got used to it. 

As an adepti, the outdoors was his calling. It’s where he spent most of his time, even with his brothers and sisters back when they were all together. In a way he was very in touch with nature and his surroundings. 

Today he spent the usual night up on the Wangshu rooftop with you. Looking down at the lights and the people weaving in and out. You came to him that night with red lipstick on, and it’s not because you had intentionally put it on. It was because you just finished an opera performance at the inn, and though you weren’t the lead singer you worked as a background dancer, and sometimes that required makeup that stood out, specially in Chinese opera. 

Xiao had seen your performances several times. He didn’t say much about it, but he did comment once that he thought the story was beautiful and that your moves matched the story. That was more than enough for you, coming from him.

That night, you were merely wanting to say a brief hello, just as you always did after a show. “I’ll be going now, Xiao,” you say after a moment but his hand reaches out for your wrist and holds you in place.

You turn back with a curious look on your face, wondering if he was alright. “Xiao?” He gently pulls you towards him, and stares at your face. Something in him aches to kiss you. To mess up your makeup.

He moves you over to the wooden railing of the rooftop, your back pressing against it and him trapping you in between. He continues to stare at your lips, and you finally get the message. “Xiao, do you want to...” you gulp, and he does as well. His eyes dart up towards yours, as if asking for permission.

The permission you give is your eyes closing, head tilting the slightest bit forward, letting yourself fall vulnerable in front of him. He lets out a slight sigh at the sight before pressing your mouths together. His hand finds its way to your scalp, moving you closer to him, tasting your moist lips. 

He’s aware that he’s possibly smearing lipstick all over himself, but that just heightens his desire. He wants it all over him, only him and when he pulls back to see the mess that he made of you, eyes clouded over, red lipstick smudged to the side of your lips, mouth parted as if asking for more and panting, he lets out an almost guttural groan and plunges in for more. 

It’s intense, like his lips had a mind of its own and he wants nothing more than for you to just hold on to him like this forever. And then, in a sudden split second, he disappears into black smoke. 

“Here’s your dinner Xiao!” The chef of Wangshu inn, Smiley Yanxiao appears at the entrance of the rooftop, but when he looks around and doesn’t see Xiao there, he scratches his head and addresses you instead. You who was covering your lips to conceal how smeared your lipstick was. “Hey, Y/N, tell Xiao that I’m placing his dinner here, okay? Thanks!” 

He proceeds to place the almond tofu dish on a table off to the side and turns around to go back to the kitchen. Your heart is still hammering in your ears and you’re not sure if what happened earlier had really transpired. But when you blink your eyes again and Xiao reappears in front of you, face covered in a rare blush and avoiding your gaze, you’re a hundred percent sure it had happened, and you can’t help but feel your heart skip another beat at that. 

Zhongli

Patient. Knows how to bide his time. It’s not rushed or sloppy. It’s slow and sensual and he knows what he’s doing.

“Darling, I’ll be off soon,”

It’s how your mornings with him usually start. He wakes up to tend to his duties as a worker in Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, and you also have to attend to your duties as a simple hairdresser in Liyue Harbor. Appointments with you are usually done in your home, where you and Zhongli lived. Occasionally you do home visits and go to the client’s home instead of them coming to you. 

“Mmhmm, I’ll see you later,” You rush over to him who is already at the door, tip toe for a quick kiss and attempt to unfurl away from his hold, only for him to hold on to you tight. 

He doesn’t like rushed kisses, though the two of you are busier than usual this morning he’ll hold fast to his promise of giving loving kisses. Never rushed nor in a hurry. “Hold on a moment, dear,” he requests and holds your chin in his hand, slightly squeezing your cheeks and holding it up for him to dip down properly and sensually into a heart-melting kiss. 

It gets you every time, and you don’t know how he does it. There’s always an air of confidence in his kiss, he knows what he’s doing and he knows that it gives you butterflies in your stomach. This morning, however, instead of you pulling away satisfied with just one, you ask for more by putting your hands lightly around his neck. 

He gets the message and leans into your touch, pulling you by the waist, flattening your whole body against him and starting to deepen the kiss by the second. Glued to one another he claims your mouth sensually, still not in a rush. When your lips come together, it’s soft, but it’s searing hot, as if his lips is melting your skin and kissing every crevice of your being. “Zhongli...” you breathe out when you pull apart for a second, not knowing where your sudden desire comes from. 

“Hm...” He merely lets out, amused at this development and continuing to brush his lips against yours. There’s a knock on the door, and that’s a clear sign that the two of you had kissed for too long. Zhongli chuckles, knowing that it must be your first appointment for the day. Just as quickly, he regains composure and kisses your forehead for a final goodbye, like nothing had happened at all. 

You’re the one who’s still flustered, staring at his back and wondering how he could open the door and converse happily with the middle aged woman waiting outside your home. You almost pout, but you see him turn towards you and mouth the words “Let’s continue later,” before he bids you goodbye and leaves you with your first client.

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[bookshelfdreams]

A brief conversation I had with @mikimeiko on their lovely meta about the motive of loss and abandonment made me think about miscommunication some more, and how horrible Calico Jack was to Stede.

When Stede meets Calico Jack for the first time this is what he says to him:

Who's the big gal?

Off to a terrible start, and it only goes downhill from there.

As others have pointed out, this is a very mean thing to say in general and absolutely unacceptable to say to a queer man in particular, and Ed knows that. He's trying to do damage control

He's fucking joking. You're not a girl.

but he's laughing along with Jack - or maybe trying to laugh it off? He immediately gets physical with Jack as well, and it looks to me like the sort of thing you might do, when someone you like just has said something that makes you intensely uncomfortable but you really don't want it to be a big deal. He's performing closeness with Jack: Look, I like this guy he wouldn't say something like that he doesn't mean it. While at the same time he literally jumps on him almost as if that would distract from the really hurtful thing Jack has just said.

But. Look at Stede's face while Ed does this.

He knows guys like Jack. All his life guys like this have shamed him for being "weak" and effeminate. And he knows the kind of guy who would laugh along with that for whatever reason - to protect his own image, to not cause a conflict. He's already tired of this interaction. Look at this sad little nod after Ed says "You're not a girl." (sorry for bad quality, this is not art, just to illustrate my point)

God this is. Painful. I feel this expression in my soul.

And he's still trying to play nice with Jack! He's offering his hand, he's welcoming him. He's even ignoring Jack's sarcastic little "Lovely", as they shake hands. Because Jack's a friend of Ed's and he's used to putting up with a little bit of bullying. But the disappointment here is palpable. And so is the resignation. Because Ed may not be a bully, but (from Stede's perspective) he doesn't defend Stede from abuse either, and part of Stede expected this to happen eventually. I'm not even sure he thinks about it as betrayal per say - it's one of the things that just happen. Bullying is inevitable and people are only friendly with him as long as no one can see.

But! From Ed's perspective, this isn't what's happening at all! I'm not saying he doesn't have baggage, but he probably didn't grow up with this specific kind of constant ostracizing. To him, it's all just friendly banter. He doesn't notice how hurt Stede is because, well, Stede is very good at not letting it on when something really hits him. To Ed, he's just averted a crisis, introduced his old best friend to his new best friend, and now they're all gonna go have breakfast together :D

It gets even worse later on, when Stede asks Jack about his ship. If you've ever been bullied tell me if this sounds familiar: You were just trying to defend yourself, but the bully suddenly starts a crying performance, and now you're the mean one. Meanwhile, all the bully's friends flock to them and comfort them because you really hurt their feelings, how dare you! I don't even think I need to talk about this further.

And then. It all culminates in the beach scene. After being literally peed on, Steve has finally had enough. He's an adult; he doesn't have to put up with this shit. He's still avoiding confrontation though, he simply extracts himself from the situation.

But Ed, who was just having a fun day at the beach, doesn't understand why Stede is suddenly leaving. Ed wants Stede to be there and share in the fun! More importantly, he wants to show this part of himself to Stede. He wants this to be a bonding experience, and he's really excited about it. So he tries to convince him to stay.

I might just head back to the ship.

But Ed (contrary to Stede tbh) is actually good at communication, and he wants to know what tf is going on, so he asks again.

And I think it's actually a testament to how close Stede's gotten to him that he actually tries to communicate his feelings for once.

What he says: "I'm not finding any of this a blast actually! I don't like to drink 'til I puke, or get pelted with coconuts. Or making a turtle fight a crab? That's just mean!" Now it's not that he finds any of these actions distasteful in particular. These are all just stand-ins for what Stede is actually angry about. Which is that Jack is hurting him in a way he's been hurt all his life, but he's not saying that. Because the first rule of the bullied kid is, you do not let the abuser (or their allies) know when they got to you. And in this moment, to him, Ed is an ally of Jack's.

Ed doesn't have all the context though. He doesn't know this about Stede's past, he doesn't know how sensitive of a subject this is for Stede. Fuck, he doesn't even know about all the interactions Stede had with Jack. Look at his expressions, as Stede goes on his little rant:

Why would you say this I thought we were friends :(

In this moment, Stede is triggering all of Ed's insecurities. To him, Stede just described a fun afternoon. He feels judged, like Stede is shaming him for his lack of sophistication.

Then Stede delivers the killing blow: "Honestly Ed? I don't like who you are around this guy." And he means: I thought I could trust you, I thought you wouldn't find this kind of behaviour acceptable.

What Ed hears is: You aren't good enough for me. I have seen a less refined side of you and I don't like it.

Which is why he says "But this is who I am." He's a pirate, and he'll never be an aristocrat, and if Stede doesn't like it, well, Ed also thought Stede was one of the good ones :'(

Just. A masterclass in miscommunication.

[mistiell]

How Arcane Characters Flirt

A/N: Hi, so, I know it’s been awhile. Sorry for not posting, I just haven’t had a lot of time to write between assignments and having to cope with life in general, y’know? Anyway, I hope these make up for my absence! lmao

Viktor

- You’d think he’d be kinda bad at flirting but surprisingly, he’s pretty good at it

- Loves playful banter and teasing

- Lots of sass

- If you quip back at him with something witty, he just about proposes on the spot

- Gets kinda flustered when you flirt back but recovers quickly and matches your energy

- Knows how to fluster you and takes full advantage of it

-You have his undivided attention whenever you’re speaking

- Jayce and whatever he has to say can wait, he’s listening to you ramble about your favourite book right now

- Asks questions so you know he’s interested

- Does a little bit of research about your favourite things whenever he has free time so that he can better contribute to the conversation next time

Jayce

- He’s a little lost but has some idea of how to flirt

- Tons upon tons of compliments

- Compliments your outfit, hair, eyes, etc.

- Talks your ear off about anything and everything

- Brags a little bit about his accomplishments to impress you

- Nothing over the top. Just casually mentions something he’s done every so often when the opportunity arises

- Makes you coffee every time you come visit the lab

- It’s become such a habit that he has it ready for you by the time you get there

Silco

- Good god

- Okay, so you’d think he’d be pretty good at flirting, right?

- W r o n g

- When he genuinely likes someone, he clams up completely

- The man is emotionally constipated and has no clue how to flirt with you

- He’ll compliment your outfit every so often but he’s kinda stiff and awkward while doing it

- Lowkey endearing tbh

- (Dw, though, he gets a lot better at it as your relationship progresses)

- Another one that will listen to you talk about anything

- You know he likes you when you’re talking about something you like and he actually takes the time to listen and takes an interest in it

Vi

- Holy shit she’s such a flirt

- Compliments and flirty jokes all the time

- So smooth about it too

- You could slip and fall off of a building and she’d make some cheesy pick up line about you falling for her after she catches you

-Gets so flustered when you flirt back

- Goes beet red

- Finds a nickname that suits you and calls you by it 24/7

Jinx

- She flirts with you all the time

- Jokes and pokes fun at you a little

- VERY careful to never makes fun of anything that actually bothers you, though

-It’s all in good fun

- She finds any excuse to touch you as long as you’re good with touch

- does anything that can be played off as platonic affection

- She’ll grab your hand and just fiddle with your fingers while you’re talking or maybe lean her head on your shoulder.

Mel

- SO smooth

- Compliments out the wazoo

- Always makes a point to compliment something about you whenever you talk to her

- She’ll buy you little things every so often just because they reminded her of you

- Paints you small pictures of things she knows you like

- Always stops to talk to you whenever she spots you in the halls

[holdontwstistakingovermymind]

MC Who is Completely Aware of Disney.

AHAHAHHAHAHAHA

I should be writing my book but instead this scenario has finally won over. Ever since I first heard about the game I've been thinking about this lmaoo.

MC doesn't know about TWST (that's a whole other beast) but they know Disney properties and make the connection very fast. Throughout the story comparisons are probably made, and these are the reactions (dome genuine some just funny) that I think could follow. (With a little bit of Polyam implications because I am that bitch)

♡

Heartslabyul

Riddle is heartbroken.

You're telling him his whole life, the queen he's looked up to, has aspired to emulate in his every action, is the bad guy???

(^^Everyone else in the dorm kinda new this was coming tbh. The rules don't help the whole "dictator of wonderland" thing.)

Ace and Cater are just offended at the depiction of card soldiers and how that's what they represent.

But while Cater can at least understand, Ace will fight tooth and nail against this.

("I didn't follow Riddle, I punched him! I'm not his stupid soldier.")

Deuce may or may not question his entire life.

(^He stopped being a punk for his mom's sake but does that make him a card soldier? Is he a weakling? A follower? Existential crisis sinks in.)

Trey just wishes you never mentioned this please Riddle is having a breakdown.

Doesn't totally help if you tell them it's your favorite movie.

Ace may brag a little to the other dorms though.

Cater has no opinions but definitely likes the fact that his partner knows so much. He also likes this little bit of chaos because he gets you to himself for a while. Everyone else is too busy settling their life crises while Cater has accepted his turbulent existence long ago.

(Maybe that's what happens when you have so many sisters?)

♡

Savanaclaw

Leona probably doesn't believe you, and if he does, he just does that little annoyed sneer that makes it hard to tell exactly what he's thinking.

(The fact that he is basically repeating Scar's various mistakes definitely weighs on him... but it also hits Ruggie and Jack hard too. Ruggie especially, who can't imagine how this schoolyard play could potentially evolve into full on murder)

Jack doesn't know where he fits in but for a long while he tries to keep you away from Leona and Ruggie.

It's an immature move. He knows it, you know it, they know it, but the dorm as a whole also seems to acknowledge that maybe he is right to be afraid.

Leona would much appreciate you not bursting into song. Ruggie, on the other hand, encourages such behavior.

Lion man might ask you to tell him about the other dorms. Something about hearing their stories makes him a little less self-concious.

(Especially Sleeping Beauty. Leona still has it out for Malleus lmao)

♡

Octavinelle

Azul probably doesn't believe you, and if he does, he probably makes excuses.

(The twins don't care all that much tbh.)

"Sometimes at the theme park Ursula's head comes off her animatronic"

^Melt down moment

Please just let him be the guy is barely surviving as it is don't shake his roots.

"My guy she literally kept merfolk against their wills I don't think she is who you should be idolizing."

He needs to rethink everything.

But Floyd and Jade kinda like the songs.

(Which is why I advise you not to even introduce them to the music, if you know it by heart. Jade might just absentmindedly hum it but Floyd can and will terrorize with it.)

Once Azul calms down he might ask you more about Disney marketing so he can possibly expand his buisness

It never stops with him 🙄

♡

Scarabia

Jamil is the one with the most notable reaction.

Probably immediately recognizes the similarities between himself and Jafar. Whether or not he sympathizes is unknown.

Kamil just finds it funny and really wants to know as much as possible.

He's so interested!

But like any similarities go right over his head because he's way too focused on the emphasis you put on the genie.

Tbh it just feels like telling a story to a child and a maturing teenager. Both find interest in different ways and neither want to hear your version of a Robin William's impression.

♡

Pomefiore

Eple is fucking furious because he understands right away that he's basically a pun.

Rook teases him with this information.

(^^As he does with several others.)

Vil is incredibly upset with the suggestion he'll never be fairest in the land.

("You'll always be the fairest to me" *cue an insult about you being a potato whilst a fierce blush begins to spread up his neck*)

Rook tries to use any information you have and apply it to other students. Y'know, like a stalker.

^^also very interested in romance scenes. He may try to recreate a few with you... or even worse (or better depending on how you view it) might give the others dating advice.

Rook doesn't know about personal boundaries, really.

Epel still can't give over that he's most likely named after a fucking apple. Probably resents apple carving now.

Vil is still glad he's in this dorm and not another.

♡

Ignihyde

Idia doesn't seem like the type to really care

Ortho makes up for that.

He's very excited to compare modern history with what you know. Also loves hearing about the music.

Probably gets more excited about properties outside of the realm of the dorms (Tangled, Mulan, Pixar, ext).

If you don't tell Idia, don't worry, somehow it gets back to him via Ortho.

An excited little brother talking about Disney movies is perhaps one of the most normal things you'll experience at that school

^That's how you might get Idia interested in hearing your tales. But he's never really looking forward to hearing Hercules

♡

Diasomnia

Chaos

Sebek is OFFENDED

Lilia is INSULTED

Mallues is APPALLED

Silver really doesn't care all that much.

Maybe Sleeping Beauty is not the best representation of their dorm founder.

Lilia assures you that's not what happened and he's well aware of this.

"Bro I didn't write the script"

Sebek is a menace he won't even hear you speak about this blasphemy.

Malleus might have an identity crisis.

^^ He's well aware of the fact that this doesn't change anything, really, but it's a lot to mull over. The worry that maybe the story you know has some truth, and he is destined for a similar path kinda screws with him.

Sebek grows a hatred for forest creatures out of fear they might be conspiring against the dorm. Silver is so confused.

[minerviewrites]

CSM characters with bimbo reader

Same tbh 😪 we're going to ignore my month long lack of motivation 🥲

Chainsaw Man with a Bimbo s/o

Sfw but slightly suggestive

Warnings: touching, boobs, afab reader heavily suggested, inappropriate looking, jealousy

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Denji- All over you all the time. You two basically have the same personality but in different bodies, so he feels very comfortable with you; not to mention that you might let him get a little boob touch? Denji has been signed up and waiting his entire life for this moment. Obviously, he won't touch you without your verbal consent, but, if you tell him it's okay for him to touch your chesticles? He's in heaven, nirvana even

Power- She can get a little... jealous? Power knows that bigger chests usually mean that more people are going to be staring in public; and with Denji there's basically always a guarantee that one set of eyes other than her are going to be on you. If you give Power reassurance that she's the only one for you, she'll back off a bit with the protective behavior. Might add those foam pads to her own chest ever now n then so you two can be bimbos together, because everyone knows you probably share a single braincell <3

Aki- Probably the least caring about sexual things such as chest size. Sure, he notices it, but he's much more worried that you are extremely trusting of everyone. Aki loves you with all his heart, but please stop giving him heart attacks when you don't notice you've walked onto the street because you're on your phone </3 He understands boundaries though so if you get annoyed with him for scolding you (in a loving way ofc), he'll sulk quietly

Makima- Power couple? Absolutely. Makima is constantly with you; doesn't let you out of her sight for a SECOND because she knows that head is empty. She doesn't seem like it, but Makima is very touchy when she wants to be. At home with just the two of you and her countless dogs, she'll lay her head on your big chest and might even fall asleep if she's feeling nice. Buys you everything you could possibly want or need just because she can

Kobeni- Another one collective braincell... especially in stressful situations. In all seriousness though, you're Kobeni's safe place. Whenever her family gets overwhelming or her job makes her tremendously upset, she knows that you'll always be waiting for her with open arms. Unloads about her day even though she knows you might not understand or even be listening; talking to you just makes Kobeni feel okay for some reason

Angel- Does NOT understand how a human could be so clueless? Like girlie how are you not aware that those are, in fact, his real wings and WHY are you crying that you can't get a pair from the store??? Completely and utterly confused as to how your relationship began, but he doesn't complain when you wear something slightly revealing. Angel might not be able to touch you, but he can certainly look (he does, TRUST)

Quanxi- You're constantly under surveillance by not only her, but her girlfriends as well because last time they left you alone, there was a $2,000 bank charge... Who knew that you didn't actually win a free iPhone? And if it was free, why did you put in their card info? Endless questions, and so little answers... Anyways, she is very grabby 100% and loves to grab your butt and see your reactions. You get blushy? Quanxi just smirks and walks off like she didn't do anything

Kishibe- The most grabby by FAR. You thought Denji was bad? He lacks confidence and skill, which Kishibe DEFINITELY has. Random ass smacks or pinches are a normal occurrence whenever you walk around the apartment/house, ESPECIALLY if you're wearing shorts. How could he resist? Does that up n down look thing when you try on a new outfit and will grunt in approval; Kishibe will get jealous if they're too revealing to the public eye and will convince you to only wear them for him-

[ameliasbitvh]

𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓; 𝐃.𝐌.

a/n: i feel like i haven’t written for draco in so long, missed it tbh. so enjoy this and thanks to the loml eli for proof reading some of this <3 so half of this fic is not proofread!! (also i rlly wanted to use this gif for morning sex with fred so if u see me use this gif twice that’s why lol)

summary: gryffindor!reader makes draco cum in potions class and he fucks her in a quidditch cupboard to teach her some manners.

request: yes | | no

wc: 2k (2045)

warning(s): cnc, dom!draco, switch!reader, degrading, praising, use of pet names, dumbification, cum play, fingering, oral sex (male receiving) and ofc ur good old filthy smut. OH and snape slander LMFAOOOOO—

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you and draco were sat in the back of the potions class. snape was up doing his boring old lecture that you have all heard since the first year and it usually went like, “harry potter this,” “harry potter that,” “harry potter!”

professor snape, we get it lily chose james over you so you decided to bully her child who she had with another man. cool.

you rolled your eyes in annoyance, it was so repetitive. with a sigh you placed your head onto draco’s shoulder. he took a deep breath in feeling you so close to him. you put your hand in his, they enveloped yours, his hands were huge compared to yours.

“you tired, pretty thing?” he cooed down at you.

“no, just fucking bored.”

“watch your language, do i need to teach you manners again?”

“fuck off.”

“i’d rather fuck you, darling.” he replied with a coy smirk displayed on his pink lips.

you lifted your head off of him, placed your elbow onto the hard wooden table and then rested your head on your hand. completely ignoring him.

even with you not acknowledging his existence, he admired you from the side, his eyes scanning from your hair, face, neck,,, chest,,, thighs. a tent began to build up in his pants and it was all from just looking at you. the power you held over the boy was inevitable. every little thing you did drew himself in even more and more. they said that he’s shallow, but he was only falling deeper. deeper for you, in love and in you.

noticing his lingering stares you snapped your head to him, “what is it draco? is there something on my face?”

“no, but i’m sure you would love something on your face.”

“what do you mean?” you said dumbfounded, what was this boy talking about?

oh you would realize later.

draco had— has been craving for you all fucking day. seeing you walk around school in that short ass skirt, your tits being revealed from the two unbuttoned buttons on your shirt. your black, red and orange gryffindor tie loosely wrapped around your neck. oh, how it wrapped around your pretty throat, he wanted to see what else could wrap around it. perhaps his hand?

“you know what i mean, slut.” his dark whisper lewd from his lips, transferring to your ear. chills went down your spine, you pinched your lips together, biting down onto your bottom lip. you squeezed your eyes shut, you squeezed everything shut. peeling your eyes open, a smirk laced your lips.

“oh yeah? do i though, sir?” you pouted, hands trailing lower and lower to his trousers. each breath he took only showed you how vulnerable he was.

he wanted to bury his cock inside you, make you scream and cry, all until you couldn’t take it anymore, his hot cum filled up in your pretty cunt.

tilting your head to the side, you decided to play the innocent card but your actions told different. your hand unzipped his fly, you slipped your finger into his boxers, feeling how painfully hard he was. his hip instantly jerked up feeling you wrap your warm hands around it. “so needy, little bitch.” you said shamelessly.

“shut the fuck up, i’ll have you on your knees for me right now.” he groaned, eyes punched shut.

“then why aren’t i on my knees right now? too much of a pussy aren’t you?”

that was it.

he instantly removed your hand away from his cock and shoved you down onto your knees. they dug into the cold floor, you hissed in pain.

“a fucking gryffindor, you. saying shit that you don’t even mean, with all that damn pride. what are you gonna do, huh?”

your eyes immediately shot to his, hands trailing around his crotch, teasing him.

he asked for this.

taking his cock into your hand again, you toyed around, licking the tip. then you took him whole. his tip brushed the back of your throat, his head fell back with a groan from him and he tried so hard to hide it. you pulled away, he didn’t deserve your mouth. he would take your hand and be fucking grateful, if he wasnt, you don’t want to know.

he’s draco malfoy for god's sake the most spoiled bitch to live, of course he wanted more than your hand. but this is all he was getting for now.

your hand worked fast, pumping him, he bit his lip trying to cover up his moans. your other hand played with his balls, massaging them, bringing him closer to his high.

the entire class couldn’t care any less about what you two were doing, and as for professor snape he was too busy giving out instructions for the next potion you guys are going to do in class. or so you thought.

“ms. y/l/n! mr. malfoy! what are you two doing over there?” he boomed, his monotone bouncing off the walls. draco and your blood ran cold for a moment, out of fear, but you couldn’t stop. this was exhilarating.

“i- we- i dropped my quil!” draco stuttered, struggling to get words out as his cum decorated his pants.

wanting him to struggle even more, you took his cock in your mouth. humming against him, causing a wave of pleasure coursing through his body.

you couldn’t get any out because you had a mouth full of his cock.

innocent card.

pulling away from the blondes private, you sweetly said, “nothing, professor. just helping mr. malfoy out.” and smiled getting back into your seat with compelling eyes. your hands immediately crawled back to his crotch, pumping it again.

with a nod, snape swiftly turned away ignoring you two again.

draco looked at you, astonished.

“pick your jaw back up pretty boy, don’t want to catch flies do you?”

he slowly closed his mouth, but his eyes showed it all. he craved for more, he was starving, and only you could provide him with his needs. he picked his jaw back off, a sneer on his lips.

“what’s wrong baby? want more, don't you?”

“shut the fuck up y/n, lets just do this damn potion.”

“and all along i thought you wanted to do me,” you laughed, his blood boiled. he absolutely wanted to destroy you. He wanted to see that cock drunk look in your eyes as his tip repeatedly hit the back of your throat, like a whore. the more you spoke, the more he wished he could stick his cock down your throat to shut you the fuck up.

--

“so what are we making again?” you yawned, draco’s eyes averted to you with an eye roll. he was still so fucking hard, it was painful honestly.

“poly juice potion, idiot.”

“yeah, yeah i knew that already,” you threw him a sarcastic smile over your shoulder.

“and doesn't that take forever to make?”

“yeah it does, you have to have patience.” he deadpanned.

“oh- well, i'm sorry to break it to you draco, but i don't think you of all people should be making this. you see, you aren't exactly the most patient person.”

“why’re you being such a brat today, huh? you want me to fuck y’pretty brain out or what?” he mumbled darkly into your ear, so that only the two of you could hear.

your breath got caught in your throat for a moment, “‘s not me who’s being a brat, you are!”

“looks like i need to teach you manners the dirty way agai— you like that don’t you?”

“you like being treated like a cockslut, a filthy whore.”

“n-no,” a shy whisper left your lips.

“what’s wrong m’love? too flustered to talk back now?”

you stayed silent. but another word was about to find its way out from your mouth that couldn’t seem to shut up no matter what, that was until the bell rang.

quickly you packed up your things and raced out of the room. so quick that you didn’t even notice a certain blonde trailing right behind you.

taking a swift turn into the corner a hand grabbed you forcefully and pulled you into the quidditch cupboard. a scream threatened to leave you, until that familiar scent of green apples and musk invaded your nose.

your back was pressed against his front, his hard evident poking your ass and one of his hands covered your mouth. his other hand swooped down to your cunt, immediately rubbing your clit, then his hands slid into your panties, pushing them to the side. he slid his digits in your cunt. your eyes rolled back at this newfound pleasure spasming in your core. your wetness trickled down your thighs.

“is this what you wanted bitch?” he growled.

“yes, daddy.” your whimper was muffled against his hand.

“b-but, i want y’cock more!”

“and you said i was the impatient one,” he mocked, his tongue rolled against his cheek.

his fingers thrusted in and out of you harshly, your body shook at the force. each assault to your cunt, powered your need to be filled up.

he unzipped his fly, pulling his cock out and stroking his length. every time you saw it, you were shocked. even if you have seen it over a million times, you could never get over his size. he placed it at your entrance, then sharply pounded into you. a muffled scream of ecstasy left you. his hips clashed against yours, he tugged your hair with his free hand and continued to ruthlessly fuck you.

your skin clapped together, venomous, filthy and demented moans fell from the both of you.

you were so close, that pitt in your stomach was only burning hotter and hotter.

you just needed him to keep going, you gave him those innocent doe eyes, hoping that would keep him going for your own pleasure. and he wasn’t going to fall for them one bit.

“get on your knees,” he demanded, releasing you.

“what—“ you stumbled, you could barely stand.

“i said get on your fucking knees.”

you dropped to your knees, they hit the cold floor but you obeyed him like a needy slut.

he stroked his cock in front of you, teasing.

you looked at it with hunger, you wanted him so bad. you wanted him to destroy you, corrupt you, anything that meant his skin was on yours.

his cocks tip hit his stomach, you gasped at the collision, heart thumping.

he grabbed the side of your face, stroking it and your hair together, trailing his thumb down to your lips. “gonna take m’cock, pretty thing.” then pushed your head down, making you take his damn dick. you gagged following, but went into action bobbing your head up and down.

he tossed his head back, his blonde head of hair met with the back wall. he stroked your hair while you sucked his cock, and you moved your head repeatedly up and down just to hear him praise and degrade you in pleasure.

“that’s it, doll face suck me dry. like a whore.” he groaned.

his tip jabbed at the back of your throat, tears brimmed your eyes but you had to keep going.

his moans, growls and cursed mumbles filled the small space you both were in.

gripping onto your hair, he face fucked you. his hips moving with such speed, making your mascara smear and drip with your tears. he was so close and one odd thrust of his hips could make him fall.

he departed his cock from you and tapped it on your tongue. “look at you, so cock drunk baby.” he humiliated you, stroking his cock.

but this only aroused you.

“mhm,” you nodded in response, tongue sticking out, ready for his cum.

his hand worked around his length, then white ribbons shot out from it, decorating your face and tongue.

“such a mess, who’s gonna clean this all up?” he pouted.

“me— me, i’ll clean it up sir!” you nodded eagerly. pathetic, he thought.

he placed his index and middle finger on your face, scooping his cum off of it and shoved it into your mouth. you sucked his fingers, taking every last drop.

“your manners are back, good girl.”

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Picking Baby Names with Levi

pairing: Levi Ackerman x afab!reader

warnings: reader is very pregnant, Levi’s a little sappy bc he deserves to be, mentions of kids/family obvi

word count: n/a; v short

notes: this is a repost from my old levi/aot blog. tweaked it a teeny bit. tbh I was just feeling v soft for my favorite captain. he deserves bliss <3

"What about Samantha?"

You tilt your head back, looking up at Levi as you rest your head against his strong chest. His arms envelop you, a perpetually gentle hand rubbing your pregnant belly as he holds you close.

"Samantha?" He scrunches up his nose, shaking his head in disapproval.

"Elise?" You muse, tilting your chin back down as you wrap your arms around your belly, hoping the right name will finally come to you.

"Better. But, no. I don't particularly like that one either.”

"You don't like any of them," you laugh quietly, tucking your face into the crook of his neck.

"Well you don't like any of the ones I pick, so I'd say we're even, brat," His lips curl up into a lazy grin as he presses them to your temple.

You sigh contentedly, letting your eyes close as you relax into his arms. He’s happy to sit there and just hold you, rubbing your belly as a means to be close as can be to you and your unborn daughter. His favorite place in the world.

Despite the struggle to pick a name for your incoming bundle of joy, he's never been happier than he is in this moment. He’s still scared shitless, sure. Fatherhood is a whole different beast than anything he's ever faced before.

The Underground, the military, titans. None of those had prepared him at all for the type of journey that he’s about to embark on. The weight of others’ lives have always weighed heavy on his shoulders, but somehow the weight of just this one precious little girl’s existence was already heavier.

He knows that it’ll be all right, that it’ll all work out. The two of you will find a name, she‘ll be here before you both know it, and then you can all be a family. Something he never would have envisioned himself having just a few short years ago. Something that means impossibly too much to him now.

He knows it’s going to be okay, because he has you. His guiding light through everything. His beacon out of the Underground. His reason for coming home after every expedition. His entire world and then some.

"Levi?" You speak softly, feeling sleep coming to claim you for the night, and he matches your tone in response.

"Yes, baby?" The soothing rumble in his chest serves as your own perfect lullaby. You briefly wonder if your daughter will feel the same.

"What about Kuchel?"

You suggest the name almost hesitantly. He never spoke much about his mother, but you knew that he cared for her deeply nonetheless.

He pauses, holding still for almost long enough to make you concerned that you’d said something wrong, before his lips press to the top of your head, his eyes falling closed while he resumes rubbing your belly, an undeniable tenderness in his voice when he finally speaks.

"I like that one,” he says softly. “Kuchel, it is," he whispers as he nuzzles his face against the back of your head, grateful that you couldn't see the tears sitting in his waterline.

[babyjakes]

something different, something new.

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summary | chris (gladly) helps you squirt for the first time.

pairing | boyfriend!chris evans x reader

warnings | smUt:-), some dirty talk, fingering, toy use (wand vibrator), squirting!!, multiple orgasms, chris being an absolute sweetheart (big big softie <3), the SLIGHTest dom vibes from chris? barely, praise kink? yeah., overstim? probably., crying? but only bc it feels so good!

word count | 1,640

requested by anon | Hey, can I get a request for a Chris Evans smut with the prompt “we’re trying something new”. Where the reader is Chris’s gf and she has never squirted before, no matter how hard she tried to make herself, but really wants to. And she is nervous to ask Chris but he is more than happy to help her/show her how to squirt. (You can make this as detailed as you want, your writing is very good so I expect nothing less than amazing!).

an | hi friend thank you so so so much for sending me this request, sorry for taking so long but i hope to make the wait worth it!!! tbh i had to do some of my own research on the exact techniques used in this one but i hope it makes sense/is correct to the real experience! as for chris in this one i just tried to make him really sweet and patient, i feel like he would be in helping reader do anything new! (also i started this out in drabble format but it is surely long enough to be a full work, my b)

You’re in the middle of a steamy make-out session on the edge of your shared king-sized bed when Chris’s hand slips in between your bare thighs, brushing up against the bottom hem of your shorts. Your breath hitches in your throat as his tongue swipes at your lower lip, his movements signaling a gentle invitation to go further.

Pulling away for a moment to catch your breath, your eyes flicker up to meet his baby blues, dimmed by the darkness of the lamp-lit room. “Hmm?” he hums, sensing the question on the tip of your tongue. “What is it, baby?”

Glancing down at your lap, your cheeks burn with embarrassment. “Do you…” you begin, your voice much smaller and more timid than you’d like it to be. “Do you think we could… try something different tonight? It’s something new.”

“Sure, sweetheart. What’s on your mind?” Chris asks curiously, bringing a gentle hand over to rub against your knee.

Attempting to swallow down your nervousness, you reveal, “Well, I- I was hoping maybe you’d be open to helping me try to squirt. I’ve been trying to on my own for a while, but I just can’t seem to make myself,” you admit.

At your question, Chris’s expression instantly softens, a gentle smile forming on his face. “Aww, of course, darlin’. I’d love to help you with that,” he gushes enthusiastically, his positive response immediately relieving some of your anxiety.

“You said you’ve been trying on your own for a while?” he continues, shifting up onto his feet and walking over to the nightstand. As you hum in confirmation, he asks with a chuckle, “Poor doll… why didn’t you ask me sooner?”

“I-I don’t know… I guess I was just… nervous?” you admit as he fumbles through the drawer, surprising you when he pulls out the cordless vibrating wand before sliding the drawer shut again. Returning to you on the bed, Chris notices your eyes have gone wide.

“Hey, sweet girl, no need to be nervous,” he soothes gently as he rejoins you on the soft mattress, holding the wand out slightly in front of you. “This guy’s just to help, yeah? We’ll get you nice and warmed up before we use it, I promise. Deal?”

“Deal,” you agree shyly.

“Alright, honey,” Chris says with a smile as he scoots up towards the head of the bed, resting his back against the wooden headboard and opening up his legs to create a spot for you. “How about you get yourself undressed and come join me?” he suggests, patting the seat he’s made for you while setting the wand off to the side.

Trying to keep your butterflies from showing, you nod, pulling your shirt up and over your head and letting it fall away to the floor before sliding off your shorts and panties in a bundle. “There’s my beautiful baby,” Chris coos as you crawl up to join him, his hands guiding you to sit with your back up against his chest.

“Okay, sweet girl. Open up for me,” he eases from behind you, his breath tickling at your neck and ear as he places his large hands on your knees and slowly spreads your legs apart. “There you go, good girl,” he hums as he helps you position your feet outside of his thighs, “now just relax and let me take care of you, sweetheart.”

His hands start out cupping your breasts, his long, muscular fingers working the underside of the tender flesh with ease. Relaxing slightly against Chris’s warmth, you let out a contented hum, a hint of arousal beginning to grow in the pit of your stomach as you feel Chris’s bulge pressing into you.

He brings his thumbs and pointer-fingers up to pinch carefully at your nipples, causing a heated whimper to escape your lips. “Mmm, that feel good, doll?” he says, the smile audible in his voice as he rolls the sensitive buds between his fingers. Biting your lip, you simply nod.

Continuing one of his hands on your sensitive nipple, he brings the other down across your belly, the lightness of his touch forming goosebumps on your skin. His fingers trail down to rub at your inner thigh, the closeness of his hand to your eager sex causing a pathetic whine to rise up in your throat.

“Hmm? What was that, sweetheart?” Chris teases as he inches his fingers even closer to your now dripping cunt. The feeling of a single digit running the length of your slit makes you inhale sharply as you let out a whimper, heat rising through your cheeks as Chris pulls up his finger to display your wetness. “Oh, my, would you look at that,” he marvels, stretching your arousal between his fingers. “So wet for me already, huh, doll. Makin’ such a mess.”

Bringing his hand back down between your legs as the other continues to work your breast, he finds your puddle of wetness, dipping two fingers in before dragging them back up over your clit. You mewl in pleasure, the gentle stimulation causing your pussy to swell with warmth. “There it is; that’s your favorite spot. Right, pretty girl?” he muses as he rolls over the hardened nub slowly with his slick fingers.

“Mhmm,” you hum out almost desperately, his agonizing pace causing your leg to twitch. “P-please, Chris,” you mumble weakly, the neediness in your voice driving him mad.

“‘Please’ what, darlin’? Use your words,” he instructs.

“M-more. Please,” you beg, hoping your pathetic pleas will suffice.

“More,” he hums, “I think I can do that.” Gradually, he starts increasing the speed of the pads of his fingers over the throbbing knot of nerves. Your clit burns under his touch, his skilled fingers rubbing the tiny button in the exact ways he knows will pull you apart.

Your knees shake as his fingers circle your clit furiously, his other hand trailing down along your stomach and dipping between your legs as well. “You want my fingers, sweetheart?” Chris asks as you struggle to bear the sensation, a familiar warmth beginning to bubble up deep in your gut.

“Y-yes, please, Chris- please-… w-want them so bad,” you plead.

“That’s my good girl, asking so nicely,” Chris’s voice swells with pride as he slams his first finger into you, causing you to gasp at the sudden fullness. After what seems like only moments, he’s added another, his thick fingers stretching your tight cunt as they pump in and out of you at an overpowering pace. “That’s it, take my fingers, baby. Doin’ so good for me, sweet girl.”

“Chris, please- please,” you pant as your climax approaches, your toes curling up as Chris grins from behind you.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Now go ahead and cum for me; there it is,” he beams as your first orgasm sweeps over you, a pitiful cry escaping your lips as you clamp down on Chris’s fingers, sparks erupting from within your belly.

After several unbearable moments of pleasure, your high finally begins to recede. Chris slows his fingers inside of you, but continues rubbing at your clit a little too intensely, prompting you to let out a whimper.

“You’re okay, bubba. That feel good?” he asks as you squirm slightly against him. “Gotta keep you going, doll. You think you can give me another one?” he asks as you struggle to catch your breath, the thought of another orgasm so quickly almost reducing you to tears.

“C’mon, sweetheart. You can do it,” he motivates as he begins pumping his fingers again, your soaking cunt making humiliating sounds as he finds your weak spot. Crying out, you come undone again around his fingers, this climax much more abrupt and heated than the last.

“Good girl,” Chris soothes as his fingers pause over your clit. This time, it’s his internal fingers that continue as you descend, the sensation of his digits brushing up against your soft, spongey flesh bringing tears to your eyes.

The sound of the wand being turned on causes you to jump, earning a chuckle from Chris as he brings the bulb down onto your overstimulated nub. “Hold still, baby; need you to be a good girl and hold still for me,” he coos as you lurch at the overpowering vibrations. Pressing up against his arms that are now holding you firmly in place, you begin to whimper feverishly, a new feeling building in your gut, one much stronger and more urgent than anything you’ve ever experienced before.

“P-please, please-!” you sob, your eyes widening in horror as you fail to halt the quickly approaching explosion.

“There you go, that’s it,” Chris sings excitedly, able to tell just by your desperation what’s about to happen. “There it is, sweet girl. You’re so close…” Your legs kick weakly as his fingers scratch at your g-spot, the vibrator pressing up directly against the head of your exposed clit.

“Please- can’t- w-wait- Chris!”

“That’s it, sweetheart. Now squirt for me,” he commands.

At his words, you snap, your orgasm gushing out onto his fingers as your eyes roll back in absolute bliss. Your entire body surges with pleasure as you choke out a sob, tears dripping down your cheeks and onto your belly. Chris is elated, the sight of you cumming so hard sending blood rushing straight to his hardened cock.

The minute your orgasm begins to recede, he’s quick to remove the wand, shutting it off and tossing it to the side as he rubs your tummy lovingly. “Oh my g-god,” you stammer, parts of your body going numb from the overwhelming stimulation.

“So good, did so good for me, doll,” Chris hums into your ear, kissing over your hair as he gently removes his fingers from your dripping cunt.

“Now you’re plenty ready for me to tear you apart with my cock.”

[cat3ch1sm]

🌿| HEY GUYS here i am with my first black butler smut- fem reader!it is quite long tbh I kinda went feral😭😭 so uh anyways enjoy<33

"I believe that is all- might you have any suggestions?"

You and Sebastian Michaelis were standing in one of the less explored bedrooms of the Phantomhive Manor, posture perfect and position poised as usual, discussing surprise plans for your master's upcoming birthday. As usual, the demon butler in front of you stood tall and elegant, while you stood something like a head shorter, although equally as composed as Sebastian. Just a few minutes prior, he had requested that you join him in the back of the manor in an unused guest room to discuss celebration plans for Ciel Phantomhive. It had been necessary for you both to go to the back out of sight- as physically capable as your fellow servants may have been, not one of them could keep their mouths shut for the life of them. And as the second butler to Ciel, Sebastian had decided it was best to consult you.

"It takes quite a bit to surprise the master," you noted dubiously, looking down at the floor in a pensive manner. "Are you sure it's best to have a party anyway? We know how he feels about his birthday."

"Of course, the master's wishes are our top priority." Sebastian replied, maintaining his sly but polite smile, never looking away from you. "However, my aim is to ensure his contentedness on his birthday, and allowing him to sit in his bedroom and pretend as if it is not his birthday will simply not do."

You glanced back up at Sebastian with a knowing expression. "Alright, who was it- Prince Soma or Lady Elizabeth?"

"Ah, you know me too well," Sebastian chuckled. "As a matter of fact, both of them confronted me in order to make sure that the master's birthday would be a festive occasion- although, I'm sure each had their own reasons for doing so."

"I don't doubt it." You laughed as well before resuming your typical stoic expression. "Anyway- back to our original topic- master's birthday." You paused for a moment, in thought before grimacing suddenly and lifting your gaze to meet Sebastian's. "Uh- what exactly makes the master happy, exactly?"

"I haven't a clue the true answer to that," Sebastian admitted, his tone hardened slightly. "But he enjoys eating cake and drinking tea, and he has a penchant for the game of chess."

"Ah. Well, that's rather vague..." You trailed off, racking your brain for anything else Ciel liked to do, but came up with nothing after a few seconds of silence. "Hm- I have an idea. Perhaps we could have the chefs prepare several kinds of cakes, and allow the master to try many varieties. You are right about him being fond of cake- I think he'll find it pleasing. Of course, he'll be made to exercise several times over over the next few days..."

Sebastian opened his mouth to answer- but before he could, the embellished wood door was kicked down, making the both of you startle and turn around to see a rattled Finnian, gasping and appearance disheveled as ever.

Sebastian's crimson eyes widened. "Why, Finnian, whatever happened to you?"

"Why, there you two are! Why do you both keep vanishing?!" Finnian demanded. "But never mind that! There's... there's a bloody rat in the kitchen!" the childlike blonde exclaimed, slumped in the doorway on the door frame, chest heaving. "It's got to be the size of a cat! We tried to have... have Pluto eat it for us, but the dog wouldn't even... wouldn't even go near the thing!"

"A rat? In our kitchen?" you repeated quizzically, narrowing your eyes. "That seems impossible- the kitchens are always kept in top condition."

"Oh, no, Y/N- I'm not trying to say that our kitchen is dirty, no- it must have slipped inside somehow-" Abruptly, Finnian whirled around to face someone outside of the doorway; you and Sebastian were unable to see who it was. "Bardroy! Bardroy, what- Bardroy! Take that monster outside right now! Take it- Bardroy!" And with that, Finnian took off running, soon followed by a sprinting Bardroy, holding something in his hands and racing after Finnian. "Oh, hey, you two! Gotta go!" he called back, tossing you and Sebastian a quick wave before disappearing as well.

Both of you stood there, blinking at the empty space where Finnian had just been in confusion. Finally, you walked briskly towards the door, shut it, and promptly returned to your place in front of Sebastian.

"...right. Anyway, I actually quite relish the cake idea, Y/N- of course, provided there are an equal amount of fruits and vegetables present as well," Sebastian added sharply.

"Oh, of course. Wouldn't want the master falling ill or some sort of thing," you agreed airily. "Obviously, we'll have the master's favorite dish prepared, and have enough so he can eat to his heart's content. Now, since we have covered the food area... let's discuss decoration. Every good party needs suitable decoration."

"Oh, certainly- that was one of the first things Lady Elizabeth brought up during our encounter. If I recall correctly, she stated that the master's favorite color was blue- so that will need to be one of the colors we use when we decorate."

"Yes- the shade of blue that he wears in his usual attire. But of course, the party won't be monochromatic- we shall have to add other colors as well." Bringing up an image in your mind of Ciel's typical outfit, you rattled off the colors you could name. "Black, white, navy blue, gray... hm. It seems a bit dull, don't you think?"

"Perhaps- but I believe we will be able to make it appear pleasing to the eye. Especially since Lady Elizabeth made it clear she intends on helping to decorate."

"She is? Well, that should cover this entire category, then."

Sebastian smiled a little wider. "Lovely. We have taken care of good and decoration- now we should begin discussing entertainme-"

Cutting Sebastian off, the door was once again thrown open, and in burst Mey-Rin, nearly hysterical and babbling unintelligible nonsense. One of the lenses on her round glasses was cracked- and it proved to have an extremely detrimental effect on her vision as she stumbled around like an intoxicated man.

"Y/N! Sebastian! You've got to help me, yes you do! I've been clumsy again and cracked me glasses- oy!" Mey-rin began to topple over, arms flailing like mad as she struggled to see what was going on. Both you and Sebastian were there in a flash, and you each caught one arm just before she faceplanted into the ground. Silently, you brought her to her feet, and she clutched her head as if she was dizzy, still wobbling on her legs and feeling around in front of her for her glasses.

"Mey-rin... you're aware you can remove your glasses at any time, correct? It seems you may need a new pair, as we've said several times-" You began, but were cut off by Mey-rin violently shaking her head, red pigtails flailing. "Oh, no, no, no! The master gave me these and I don't ever intend to replace them! Now if I could only find them-"

"Here you are." Sebastian was suddenly in front of the flustered Mey-rin, holding her spectacles delicately in his gloved hand. Smoothing a loose strand of hair behind the maid's ear, he bent down to meet her eye level, and staring right into her often concealed eyes, he slid her glasses back on her face before straightening back up. "That should do for now- that is, until you can get them repaired. For now, however, I advise you to stay away from the stairs..."

You watched with a slightly arched brow as Mey-rin's cheeks flushed a glowing red before she stumbled back towards the open door, nodding frantically. "Y-yes, of course, Sebastian! Will do! I''ll see you later-" she knocked into the door frame- "and you too, Y/N! Bye-bye!"

"Wait, Mey-rin, please inform your colleagues that we are having a private discussion-" You called after her, not wanting any further interruptions. But Mey-rin was off, her footsteps scurrying down the hallway.

Once the woman was out of earshot, you let out an exasperated sigh and once again reached out to push the door shut. "Goodness. They never seem to stop with their antics, do they?" You chuckled lightly, moving back towards Sebastian. "Mm... now, where were we?"

"We've taken care of decorations... I believe we were talking about entertainment."

"Yes, that's right. Hmm... this will certainly be a tough category to cover. We've established Lord Phantomhive likes chess, but that seems to be his only hobby. And that won't be enough to entertain the guests..."

Sebastian nodded, seeming pensive. "Yes... and course, there will need to be dancing- that is simply not an option. The master rather desperately needs an excuse to brush up on his ballroom dancing skills, and Lady Elizabeth will be quite unhappy if she does not get the chance to dance with Lord Phantomhive."

"Yes, you're right- especially about the part where the master needs to touch up his dancing skills. But people will be expecting to have to dance- what about other things for the guests to do?"

"Most people include games at a party, I know that- but games aren't quite Lord Phantomhive's forte, don't you think? Although there-"

"AaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

Suddenly, there was a horribly shrill scream, and seconds later it was followed by a loud BOOM- and having known Bardroy for quite some time, you nor Sebastian needed to question what it was. Surely Bardroy was cooking up a dish that would surely make your taste buds explode with flavor.

You and Sebastian had barely turned to face the door before it was thrown open for what felt like the hundredth time, revealing a soot-covered Finnian and an equally filthy Bardroy, hair formed into an dingy afro. You couldn't even inhale before Finnian burst into his frenetic ramble.

"Bardroy! It was Bardroy's fault! He wouldn't let the rat go- instead, he wanted to kill it himself! Why did you think that was a remotely good idea?"

"Hey-" Bardroy, looking as unapologetic as ever, shrugged coolly with his palms facing up. "- why let good explosives go to waste? The explosion scared away the monster, anyway. That thing couldn't have been a mere rat- consider this a favor."

"A favor?! Bardroy, the kitchen is covered in ash and so are we! This will certainly take hours to clean up! And the master- he'll have our heads for doing this again! Of course-" Finnian gestured wildly towards you and Sebastian- "assuming Sebastian and Y/N don't kill us first! After all, they are Lord Phantomhive's right hand men!"

Completely exhausted now, you waved a hand limply at the two men in the doorway. "Really, I don't care. I'll clean the mess myself later, alright? How about you two see about helping Mey-rin get around- she's cracked her glasses again."

"Oh, she has? Poor thing really loves those spectacles, eh? Alright, that sounds easy enough." Bardroy stood up straight and dusted himself off some. "Alright, you heard the lady- let's go find Mey-rin before she kills herself trying to climb down a staircase." Bardroy took off, leaving a stunned Finnian in the doorway to gape.

"As if you didn't almost kill everyone in this manor ten minutes ago- wait up, Bardroy!" Finnian sprinted after him, a breeze in his wake, providing you and Sebastian a brief modicum of cool air.

"Good god." You slammed the door closed now, thoroughly enervated. "Can't get a moment's peace around here- how are we ever going to keep them out? Obviously, simply asking won't work..." You exhaled loudly and pinched the bridge of your nose.

Sebastian eyed the door from the corner of his eye with mild disdain, edging toward you. "Yes, those three can be quite persistent. In order to keep the master's party as much of a surprise as possible, we will certainly have to come up with a better way to prevent the others from intruding on our conversation."

"I don't see how we're going to do that," you muttered, still staring at the ground with an annoyed expression. "And the master won't be napping for much longer, I'm sure...what a dilemma..."

It was then you became aware of the sensation of gloved hands around your waist, firmly gripping your sides- and Sebastian's lips right by your ear, his chin hovering just above your shoulder. "I believe I may have come up with a solution to our little problem, hm?" The darkly dressed butler whispered gently into your ear, hands beginning to slide up your waist slowly- and suddenly you knew exactly what Sebastian had in mind.

"Sebastian." Your tone was flat, and you made no move to push Sebastian off of you. "You're not saying-"

"I'm afraid this is our only fix," Sebastian interrupted stonily. "If we wish to keep the young Lord's birthday party a surprise, we must prevent those servants from barging in. And I believe this will be most efficient."

You let out a light, exasperated sigh. "Alright- I believe I have your plan in mind. If I'm not mistaken, you want us to sound like we are making love behind this door so that we'll ward off any potential intruders."

"You're quite correct."

"And tell me why we can't simply fake the sounds you're looking for without actually engaging in anything lewd?"

Sebastian smiled and let out a small, rueful chuckle. "Tell me, knowing yourself, would you really be willing to moan for me, Y/N?"

His emphasis on that particular word sent an unexpected wave of heat towards your cheeks, and you quickly masked the slight hitch in your breathing, putting on an expression of defiance.

"I most certainly would not." You folded your arms across your chest with a derisive scoff. "Alright, then. But I don't want this to take too long."

"As you wish, my darling."

Your brow arched at the unfamiliar nickname, but you made no comment as Sebastian smoothly but wordlessly led you to the bed propped beside the large, gleaming window, rays of golden sunlight streaming through the freshly shined glass. And after a few moments of you desperately trying to avoid eye contact while Sebastian stripped you down to your underwear, he gently adjusted your body on the mattress so that he had a full view of your figure, his cunning crimson eyes running down your exposed body as his own hovered above you, his knees outside of your thighs and his face only inches from yours.

"Hm... I cannot help but note that you are really not unattractive, Y/N- I don't know why you always insist on wearing such concealing clothing constantly," Sebastian noted slyly, his trademark smirk widening slightly on his lips.

"You're joking." You snorted a little patronizingly, tilting your head at the demon butler above you. "The master would kill me if I ever came out in something provocative. As his butler, it is simply unprofessional to wear the clothing you speak of. And frankly, I find it a bit distasteful- I'm not fond of showing my body to just anyone."

"So I see." Sebastian replied, expression not wavering. "Mm, I suppose perhaps we should begin before we are interrupted once more, don't you agree?"

"First, you must strip as well."

Sebastian's expression changed abruptly, clearly caught off guard. "Me? Why, Y/N, I couldn't possibly-"

"I did, so yes, you could possibly. I don't want to be the only one exposed here."

Sebastian chuckled as he straightened up and climbed off of the bed, getting to his feet, and you sat up as well. "Self-conscious?"

"Wha- of course not. It's only fair," you countered insistently, fluffing your hair so that it covered your cleavage, your breasts and genitalia covered by no more than a simple matching pair of underwear and a bra- not skimpy, but not necessarily modest either.

Sebastian sighed somewhat endearingly as he gazed down at you. "Well, now, I can't turn down a lady, can I? As you wish."

You nodded, and feeling as if it was appropriate, you turned your head to peer out of the window while Sebastian undressed.

After about a minute, Sebastian cleared his throat and promptly joined you back on the bed, sitting down in front of you neatly as you turned back around to face him, trying to keep your eyes from drifting.

"Much better," you stated, a little too authoritatively. "Now- please, let's hurry this up."

You would never say so out loud, but Sebastian had quite an attractive physique- muscular and toned but not buff, prominent collarbones, and a slim but not bony frame. As for his undergarments, he kept his genitals covered for the time being.

"Well, I can't promise speed, my dear. But what I can promise-" Sebastian leaned in to whisper in your ear- "is satisfaction."

Now you were definitely flushed, and reflexively, your eyes dropped down to your knees- you could literally sense Sebastian's coy smile widen in front of you as your composure wavered slightly.

"Hm... while it isn't my priority, I suppose time is something we should take into account," Sebastian mused, eyes narrowing some as he thought. "I suppose there isn't much time for foreplay, so I hope for your sake that you are already lubricated."

Alright then- that was far more blunt than you'd expected, and you had to fight the urge to cough. Blinking rapidly, you nodded. "I'll be fine. Just do whatever you believe is necessary and we can achieve our goal."

"Yes, of course." Sebastian's eyes instantly fell to your panties as he said this. "I'll be wanting these out of the way first..." he mumbled pensively. Without warning, Sebastian slid a hand around your neck and pushed you back onto the bed so that you were laying down, on display for him as he hooked a long finger around the waistband of your underwear, hand rubbing just above your crotch, and slowly dragged your underwear down your legs, eventually sliding them down your ankles and placing them neatly at the foot of the bed.

You took a shaky breath, watching your stomach rise and fall as the air hit you in between your legs- thankfully, you were wet already. Years ago, you would have certainly been more reserved about this, but you were a Phantomhive butler now- this was merely business, and you were sure Sebastian felt similarly.

Sebastian took his index finger and unexpectedly slid the tip of it down your opening, making you let out a tiny gasp, and he seemed satisfied when he withdrew it and was covered in your slick.

"Lovely- you're wet. And it seems your hygiene is quite good- that smell I am not very fond of seems to be absent."

"I don't believe that is on subject, Sebastian," you snapped, sounding a bit too defensive. Sebastian startled, then fixed you with a seductive stare that probably would have made you stumble had you not been laying down already.

"You're right, I do keep getting distracted. How inconvenient- I do apologize, my dear. I suppose anyone would be impatient by now."

"Impatient? Sebastian, I am not-"

You were immediately cut off when a finger suddenly entered you, eliciting a quiet whimper as the digit began to move slowly and diligently inside of you.

Sebastian leaned down towards you, his lips mere centimeters from yours as he hissed, "Don't get so worked up, darling- alright? You maintain your composure quite well- but today, I believe I'll be the one to shatter it."

You opened your mouth again to protest once more, heart racing, but Sebastian stopped you again when he added a second finger, curled it, and began to pick up the pace.

This time you audibly moaned, wrapping your fingers tightly around the blankets you lay on top of to stop yourself from crying out. You knew that this was nothing more than a professional matter- but the way Sebastian was making you feel was everything short of professional, and the more you tried to bite back your whimpers out of pride, the more they seemed to escape your lips. Sebastian, of course, read your mind, smiling almost sinisterly as his gaze remained locked with yours no matter how much you averted your eyes.

"Ah- that's what we're looking for," Sebastian purred in a tone you had never heard before, a low growl barely audible in his voice. "How lovely- we're off to an early start. Now as long as you make no more attempts to try and speak, I believe this will go rather smoothly, don't you think- my love?"

You only nodded, lips parted as you thrust your hips gently into Sebastian's fingers, more whines absconding from you. A smile that could almost be called evil spread across Sebastian's lips as he gradually began to speed up, his fingers getting drenched in your juices as he lowered his head to kiss softly along the exposed skin of your neck, fingering you relentlessly all the while.

You gasped at the sudden feeling of Sebastian's soft lips on your neck, lifting your chin towards the ceiling to allow him more access as you lifted your arms to wrap them around Sebastian's neck, stroking his hair with your fingertips.

"I must say- I didn't know you were so sensitive, Y/N," Sebastian remarked casually, nipping at your earlobe and drawing a muted squeak from you. "Your demeanor; it's always so cold. I never would have imagined this." Sebastian lifted his head a tiny bit to observe your face as he said this- beautifully flushed around your cheeks, glossy lips parted, eyes unable to focus on one place. "My fingers haven't even left you yet- and I can already feel that they're drenched."

Your legs writhed as Sebastian pushed his fingers further inside you, and all you could manage was a stuttered "Shut- shut up, Sebastian."

He chuckled, apparently not minding you in the slightest. "Oh, my dear- why don't you make me?" He suddenly withdrew his fingers in one swift pull, causing you to arch your back slightly and clench your thighs as you bit down hard on your bottom lip to catch a whine. Cheeks burning, you watched the man sitting above you as he observed his middle and ring fingers, dripping as promised onto the bed, your clear juices lustrous on his hand.

"Now what did I tell you, darling?" Sebastian chuckled self-assuredly, his eyes snapping towards yours. "It's alright- don't look so aggravated. I do have a tendency to make people get like this in bed- but I must say, you've already lasted longer than any other partner I have slept with."

You smiled, sitting up on your knees and letting out a breath- much to the butler in front of you's surprise. "I suppose I'll take that as a compliment- you are also better than any other person I have gone to bed with as well."

Sebastian was clearly a little startled to see that you weren't nearly as flustered as you had seemed only seconds ago, and it gave you a sense of pride to have knocked the man off of his high horse. But he masked it quickly, and instead returned your smile. "Ah- I should have known you weren't going to be so easy to crack.

"The task was to make noise- and that is what I did. You can't possibly think that I would have actually allowed myself to get caught up in the moment." You sighed again, then let your palms drop to your knees, making a sharp slapping sound. "I don't hear anybody passing by- perhaps that means this is proving effective? We should probably continue for a while longer to ensure our privacy."

Sebastian only blinked at you, head cocked in a somewhat curious manner. Then he lifted his head back up with a modest grin. "You impress me more with each day, Y/N."

"Thank you. Now, let's just go ahead and finish up, hm?"

"Yes, let's."

Sebastian's eyes drifted down to your lips, and he took your chin abruptly in his hand, forcing you to look right at him. Your eyes widened questioningly, and Sebastian brought his other hand to your lips, extending his two still wet middle fingers, and spread the slick all over them, making your lips appear even shinier; now you tasted your own self.

"Sebastian-"

You were swiftly cut off by the man himself, one hand coming up to cradle your cheek while the other one slipped around your bare waist to kiss you passionately, and you couldn't stifle the sudden flutter in your stomach as he lowered your body back down towards the bed. You could still taste your own juices as well as Sebastian's lips, and the combined flavor made your head spin a little, as if you had drank a bit too much wine. There was something you couldn't quite decipher about the way Sebastian kissed you, the way his fingers tightened around you more than they had before, and the way you could feel his own sped-up heartbeat drum in tune with yours. Was it truly passion, desire? Was it ego-damage-control, his pride in his own skill pushing him to try and push you over the edge? Or was this only obligation, a business matter, like you'd claimed it to be? Either way, you had never felt like this before when someone kissed you- and it made you feel a little like you were high.

"Your taste is... sweet," you heard Sebastian say; he almost seemed incredulous. "You truly aren't like any other woman I've ever had."

As if from a distance, you heard yourself say, "I could say the same about you, my dear."

It seemed like Sebastian's lips stayed on yours much longer than they should have, his tongue darting out to slip smoothly past your lips to intertwine with your tongue, deepening the kiss even further. You found his taste to be quite mesmerizing itself, and you didn't really want to pull away as you took both sides of his face in your own hands and pressed your body further into his, both your bodies warm as they made contact.

His voice sounded muffled and bleary when he spoke again, whispering softly in your ear, "I'm going to enter you now- please, don't hesitate to tell me if you are uncomfortable at all or in any pain."

You nodded in agreement, thinking that it seemed impossible for you to feel any pain in such a state- but nonetheless, you did feel your walls stretch harrowingly once you felt his tip push into you, making you wince and purse your lips. You'd never felt so full before, and you weren't 100 percent sure if you could take it all once most of Sebastian's length had gently been pushed into your slick entrance.

"Tell me if you are feeling any discomfort, Y/N." Sebastian's voice was firm, his hands around your hips and his body in between your legs.

"Se- Sebastian, I'm alright, really." You assured him, doing your best to cover up the tightness of your face. "I'm not new to this, you know."

"If you're sure," Sebastian replied, expression seeming focused as he began to move back and forth at a slow and steady pace, allowing you to adjust to his size.

You let out a shuddery breath as the discomfort slowly faded into mild pleasure. Sebastian, seeing that you'd adjusted more, began to move a little faster, occasional low grunts emitting from his throat as he did-now he was the one not meeting your gaze. You allowed a quiet moan to leave your lips as you felt his cock move expertly inside of you, your wet walls tightening around him.

"Nngh- Y/N, you're... rather tight- are you sure you're com...comfortable?" Sebastian queried again, his facial features tightened. He was beginning to lose his composure- he hadn't expected this feeling once he entered you. Your insides seemed absolutely perfect for him, and you two came together like a puzzle piece snapping into place. He'd feigned a sound or two when he slept with other women for information to make it seem like he was really interested, but with you he found he didn't have to force a single sound at all, and he was incredulous. Sebastian dared say- you genuinely did feel rather pleasant.

"Yes, I- I'm alright." You too felt your bravado beginning to melt away; he stroked every perfect spot in your body with the rhythmic motions of his hips. "Ple-ease... don't stop."

"Mm... as you wish." Sebastian's hands slid up to your waist, gripping your skin roughly as he maneuvered your body to bring you into him harder, his face beginning to flush ever so slightly. Your breaths grew heavier, quicker as you threw your head back with a much less stifled moan, hair spilling over the edge of the bed. Both of you found yourselves unraveling beneath the other's touch, and within a few more minutes you both were gasping, Sebastian's thrusts far harder than they'd been before and the warmth in your stomach building and building, and you knew your peak was fast approaching- and by how uncharacteristically sloppy Sebastian's thrusts had gotten, you could tell his was, too.

"Oh- fuck, Sebastian, please, don't stop, you feel so-" You let out a cry of ecstasy as you harshly gripped his hands around your waist, back arching off of the violently bouncing bed and making Sebastian groan.

"Ah- mind your profanity," Sebastian gasped, his eyes more turbulent than ever as he stared directly into yours. "We wouldn't want to- to be a poor influence on the master if he happens to hear us."

"Shut u- shut up, Sebastian," you replied, voice shaky, and Sebastian only smirked at you as he continued to pound into you, bringing you both to your climax at last.

"Oh- oh, ah- Sebastian, Sebastian, please, I'm co-"

His reply was breathless and full of desire, his mesmerizing gaze never breaking away from yours. "Nngh- I- I believe I am as well- but where-"

"Don't mess up the sheets- inside me, please," you gasped, chest rising and falling with your frenetic breaths. You felt your hot juices spill from your hole as you let out one final cry of pleasure, legs trembling violently, and Sebastian emitted a throaty groan above you as he came as well, and you instantly felt his seed spill inside of you, your mixed juices only adding to your ecstasy.

It was a good thirty more seconds before you two finally came down from your high, faces glistening with sweat and cheeks pink. Dazed, you felt Sebastian pull out of you, and you pushed off of his hands to sit up straight, lips meeting his parted ones in a sweet closing kiss. You felt his hand leave your waist to cup your chin, kissing you back before you both pulled away, gazes still lingering on the other's lips.

Sebastian only smiled at you like usual for a little bit before his eyes widened, and suddenly he dropped his head beneath your still-open thighs to swipe his tongue over your still dripping entrance, closing his lips around it to catch all of your and his cum before abruptly straightening back up, lips sticky and wet. Flustered, you gaped at him, and he simply cocked his head at you.

"As you stated earlier- we can't allow the sheets to get stained, can we? I can't have you dripping all over the bed clothes, my dear." His smile widened as he watched your face redden, and you narrowed your eyes at him.

"Whatever. Let's just hope our performance was adequate... perhaps we can discuss the master's birthday plans in peace now."

"Yes, let's hope so. Anyway- shall we get dressed? I'll leave if you'd like me to- I wouldn't want to seem improper, watching a lady get dressed."

You cast Sebastian a beseeching glare as you climbed off of the bed and stood up, making him chuckle lightly at your expression. "Well- that'll hardly be necessary, don't you think?"

"Tsk- I suppose you're right." Sebastian stood up as well, tugging at the bed covers to straighten them out. "Perhaps we can talk as we redress? I wouldn't want to lose any time."

"That will be fine," you nodded, bending down to retrieve your top. "So, we were discussing-"

"Did you two have fun in there?"

Both you and Sebastian jerked your heads towards the door, shocked. The voice was...

...none other than Ciel Phantomhive, surely standing outside the thick door with his cane in hand and top hat upon his head, donning his usual unamused stare.

Your eyes widened, not knowing quite what to do- you were naked behind this door with the butler, and outside stood your thirteen-year-old boss. But Sebastian, witty as always, replied mischievously with: "Yes, my Lord, as a matter of fact we did- would you like to hear the details?"

There was silence- then a muttered, barely audible "You're disgusting, Sebastian" before the sound of footsteps receding echoed in the hall.

"My, you are awful." You shook your head in amusement at Sebastian, who did not reply except for a self-satisfied grin. Quietly, you both redressed, and sat down on the bed once more to resume your discussion as if nothing had happened.

Business as usual in the Phantomhive manor.