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thechaoticdruid · 2 months

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Indulging Curiosity

Astarion x F!Tav (Smut)

Plot: After a particularly gory fight, Astarion can't help but get hot and bothered seeing his favorite little druid all covered in blood. So he invites Tav to join him for an evening of pleasure. Tav begins to reflect on how sex wasn't exactly how she imagined.(This is basically a continuation of Firsts, but this time I decided to use the name Tav instead of Winnie for the reader's enjoyment. THIS CAN BE READ WITHOUT NEEDING TO READ FIRSTS)

Content/Warnings: MDNI. HEAVY Smut. PiV sex, anal sex, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal and anal fingering. Dom/sub, sub Tav, previously virgin Tav, Dom Astarion, light hair pulling, pillow talk, praise kink. Gore and action in the beginning. Galeshaming.

The road was long and treacherous. Tav and her companions had already faced many foes. These gnolls were no different. It was pretty clear as the young druid slashed one of the beast’s heads clean off, watching it drop down and roll off into the dirt. The gnoll’s blood had completely coated her scimitars and even splattered onto her face and chest. Astarion swiftly slashed his rapier across one of the gnoll's throats before stabbing it right through its windpipe. As the gnoll dropped to the ground dead, Astarion looked back at Tav, eyeing her blood coated figure.

Be still my undead heart.~

He licked his lips, mouth watering at the sight of his lover drenched in blood. Tav glanced back at him as the others of their merry little group took a moment to catch their breath, the fight had taken quite a toll on the group. Tav’s eyes met Astarion's and immediately she recognized that look he was giving her. It was the same look he gave her the day they'd stormed the goblin camp, before the night of the tiefling party. She looked off to the side with a blush. Tav was no longer a virgin, but honestly despite the experience it felt as if nothing changed. She would still choke on her own tongue whenever he flirted with her. And gods why did her first time have to be so clumsy!?

The memory of her screw up where she ended drinking the blood she brought for Astarion will probably forever stay burned into the back of her mind. Haunting her as she lies awake at night.

Tav groaned with a frown kicking some small rocks across the dirt road with frustration as Astarion approached her.

“My, my, someone's made a mess of herself.” Astarion said, running a finger over Tav's cheek and collecting the stray blood that dribbled down.

He immediately dipped his finger into his mouth to lick it clean.

“If you start straight up licking me one of these days we are going to have a serious talk.” Tav rolled her eyes.

“Oh no no no! I would never do that….Well not in front of the others anyway…” Astarion said, grinning cheekily. “But if you're interested there are a couple of things I'd like to taste in private…”

Tav felt a shiver go down her spine.

“Like….Right now?” She asked, face turning bright red.

“No pretty thing, not right this second. First we probably should convince the others to set up camp for the evening, then I'll steal you away and eat you right up.~” Astarion purred, eyes looking over the human female longingly. Tav couldn't help but squeeze her legs together. The way he said the last line made her ache between her thighs.

“Okay…. I'll go talk to the others then.” She said, quickly walking away, face flushed as red as a tomato. Tav scurried over to where the others were still gathering their bearings. Eyes glanced around the group as she considered her words carefully. Karlach and Lae'zel looked raring and ready to go while Wyll, Gale, and Shadowheart were more on the exhausted side.

“You know the sun will be setting soon and that last fight with the gnolls was a killer on my back. Think I might need to lie down and rest awhile.” Tav spoke up, her tone slightly uneasy.

“There is still daylight. The more time we waste the greater our chances of being turned into disgusting ghaik become. And I would rather fall on my blade than transform into my enemy.” Lae'zel hissed out, snarling in Tav's face. The human female gulped, feeling a bit intimidated by the fearsome gith.

“B-But look at them!” She began pointing over at the others. “They’ll be massacred in this condition and then we'll never reach the creché at all!”

“They just need a quick breather, soldier. It's not that bad.” Karlach replied.

“Not that bad? Don't you hear Gale’s old wizard knees cracking!? He's about to collapse!” Tav exclaimed.

“What? I'm not that old.” Gale scoffed.

“Those creaky knees don't lie Gale!” The human druid crossed her arms.

“I have heard Gale's knees cracking at the most inconvenient times.” Wyll added.

“Perhaps Tav is right, rest would probably do us good. Besides, we can always leave come first light tomorrow.” Shadowheart suggested.

Lae'zel sighed, “very well, but if one of us so much as shows any sign of change I am holding our ‘leader’ responsible.” The gith fighter growled out.

“I…..will accept full responsibility.” Tav gulped, nervously.

The things I do for vampire cock….

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After convincing the others to make camp for the evening, Tav participated in helping with the set up despite not having a tent to herself. The druid female was usually content sleeping under the stars (and if it rained she'd use her druidic magic to conjure up a thicket like shelter). However as she hunched over to pick up some firewood she noticed a certain red eyed elf watching her. His blood red orbs were glued to her backside. Tav bit her lip before hauling the wood over to the campfire Wyll had been able to start up before dropping the rest in. It was then she returned the vampire's gaze. He smiled at her seductively, long lashes giving her a wink before gesturing to her to come to him with a finger.

Tav felt her heart race and her cheeks flush. She looked around at the others before scurrying off to follow Astarion as he walked off away from camp, leading her towards a cave at the edge of the river. Tav made sure to grab her bedroll and blankets as she trailed after him like a little lovesick puppy. Before Astarion Tav had never known a lover's caress or as far as she was concerned not even a lustful glance. The druid was convinced she was homely and undesirable.

She'd been told that all her life. The vampire spawn was the only one who'd ever made her feel wanted, but deep down she knew there was a catch. There was something he wanted from her. She assumed it was the guarantee of a willing meal, but she wasn't completely sure. It pained her that their little fling would inevitably come to an end eventually. Astarion made her feel special.

Ashamed as was to admit it she found herself becoming smitten with him.

Tav stepped into the cave, hearing the sound of water dripping down from somewhere. She walked over and noticed what looked like a hot spring off in the distance. A pair of strong arms wrapped around her, causing her to squeak and drop her things.

“Hells Astarion! You scared me!” Tav turned her head to see the grinning rogue.

“I can't help it. I've been thinking about feasting on you since our last night together.” He chuckled, pressing his hips up against the druid's plump backside. He was already shirtless as he pulled her against his bare chest, almost immediately going in for a kiss after she had turned her head back.

“Mmmm!” Tav was a little taken back by his eagerness, but she instantly melted into him, eyes slowly closing as she kissed back. Their lips moved together in sync as Astarion cupped her breasts gently squeezing and kneading them.

Astarion eventually pulled back, leaving a slight string of saliva connecting their lips as Tav panted. Before she knew it the vampiric elf pushed her down into her discarded bedroll, he smirked at her playfully.

“So sweet of you to bring blankets again darling. Though you'll probably need to wash them by the time we're done here.” He looked at her, licking his lips as his hands moved to pull her shirt over her head. Tav swiftly discarded her bra once she was bare, letting the vampire spawn get a nice view of her large round breasts. Tav looked down shyly when she noticed him eyeing up her chest. A single clawed finger traced around her nipple, teasing it and making her shutter.

“I'm not sure what you see in me. In my body….” Tav sighed a bit.

“What's not to like? Especially when you have these.” Astarion playfully cupped her tits before leaning his head down to plant kisses on each of them. He swirled his tongue around one of her hardening nipples before wrapping his lips around it and sucking gently.

“A-Ahh…. A-Astarion…” Tav moaned, as Astarion slowly moved to her opposite breast and repeated his actions as his hand moved to massage the other. Her breath hitched and her eyes followed him as he moved down, planting kisses over her plush protruding stomach and moving downwards. His fingers hooked onto the waistband of her trousers before he looked back up at her.

“May I?” Astarion asked before Tav quickly nodded in response. He pulled her pants down along with her boxer like underwear.

“Ahh…” Tav couldn't help but let out a lewd whimper as her elven lover ran a finger over her wet folds, coating the tip of his finger before licking it off slowly.

“Mmm…. Delicious…” Astarion leaned down and ran his tongue over her clit, causing Tav to dig her nails into the bedding beneath them. He slowly and teasingly lapped over her cunt, eventually dipping his tongue inside. Tav closed her eyes and threw her head back.

“F-Fuck….” She gasped feeling his tongue slide in and out of her as he buried his head between her legs, his nose pressed against her clit. His hands cupped her ass cheeks as he lifted her up slightly, Her legs rested over his shoulders while the vampire spawn moaned into her cunt. Tav blushed darkly covering her face as she listened to the slick wet sound of his tongue plunging in and out of her. The feeling was an indescribable pure bliss. Something she honestly had never expected to feel.

“Astarion….N-Ngh!” Tav cried out, feeling his fingers move up to play with her clit as he continued to eat her out. Eventually he pulled back as he felt her flutter around him. He let out a breathy sigh, salvia connected his tongue to her cunt momentarily before he pulled away from her fully.

“Astarion!” She whined, the sudden emptiness causing discomfort.

“Turn over, my pet.” Astarion simply ordered as he gestured to her with his fingers. Tav sighed and did as he asked without further complaint.

“Good girl. You're such an obedient little thing.” He purred, running a hand over the curve of her ass before giving it a slight pat. Tav bit her lip, this position for some reason made her groin tingle in excitement. Astarion slid two fingers into her pussy from behind as his free hand rubbed over the growing bulge in his trousers. He huffed a bit, red eyes dazed with lust as he gazed down at her dripping womanhood. He thrusted them in and out a couple of times, eliciting some delectable little whimpers from his human lover before he dropped his pants. His cock was rock hard as precum dripped down from the tip. He pulled his fingers out and sucked them clean, moaning softly at her taste before he lined himself up with her pussy and pushed into her from behind.

Tav arched her back and cried out pushing her ass back up against him almost instinctively.

He gave her ass a slight smack before grabbing her hips and slowly starting to thrust. Tav was a moaning whimpering mess as his hips slapped against her ass, cock pushing in deeper, stretching and pounding her soaking wet cunt.

“Oh look at you.” Astarion clicked his tongue, “our strong fearless leader...Mmm…Completely powerless under my touch.” Astarion said in between moans as he shifts over her back, pinning her down underneath him as he continues to rut against her ass, his cock pushing even further into her pussy, the head pressing up against a particularly sensitive spot.

“Tell me pet, do you like being at my mercy, hm? Ahh….~” Astarion moaned a little noisier than before, feeling Tav clenching tightly around his cock. “Mm! I'll take that as a yes.” He let out a pleasured sigh, snaking his hands underneath the human female to grope and squeeze her breasts all the while continuing to pump himself into her.

“Astarion…I-I feel it…” Tav gasped, repeatedly pushing her ass back against his hips. “I'm about to….A-Ahh!” Tav suddenly came with a cry, coating his length in her juices. Astarion smirked and kept up his thrusts.

“Naughty girl, I never said you could finish before me.” He suddenly began to increase his speed and force, ramming himself in and out of her innards. Her rear end turned light pink from his hips, constantly slapping against it. It took a while longer but eventually she heard him let out a rather delectable sounding grunt before spilling his hot, sticky seed inside her. Astarion huffed, tongue peaking out of his mouth slightly as he panted before slowly collapsing onto Tav’s back.

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The two had made good use of the nearby spring in order to clean themselves off before curling up together back on the blankets and bedroll. The night was still young the two of them were afforded a brief reprieve before continuing their indulgence of one another. Tav laid beside Astarion. Her eyes glanced over his perfect flawless form. She wondered what it would be like to pepper kisses all over him, but she felt too nervous. Far too timid to make the move herself.

She smiled to herself a hint of a blush spreading across her cheeks as she thought over the possibilities of what else might occur tonight.

The position of their last little tumble had put some rather intriguing ideas into her mind. It reminded her quite a bit of the ridiculous erotic novels she'd found….definitely not stolen laying around in Sharess's Caress. She had become rather fond of one whose main characters were a high elf lord and a young half-elf man.

Tav found herself picturing herself and Astarion in one of the positions from the book and bit her lip a bit before shyly nuzzling her face into his chest.

Astarion who'd been resting his eyes suddenly looked down feeling a slight weight against his right breast.

“Something on your mind, dear?” Astarion smiled down at her tucking some stray hairs behind her rounded ears. He traced a finger over them playfully. The elf always found human ears rather strange in a cute sort of way.

“Just…Thinking…” Tav said shyly before suddenly her chin was gripped gently and she was turned to look up at her cheeky vampire lover.

“About….?” Astarion had an air of mischief in his eyes as he looked down at her expectantly.

“I never thought it was like this, if I'm honest. S-Sex…I mean….” She clarified, “a friend of mine had once told me men only care about their own pleasure.”

“And how many men exactly has this friend been with?” Astarion asked with a raised eyebrow. He almost sounded a bit offended.

“One I think…She only ever talked about one guy she'd been with.” Tav shrugged.

“And you believed her? You are so adorably naive, you know?” Astarion tapped her nose, causing Tav to pout.

“I didn't feel like I could ask anyone else. She was my best friend.” She explained, “but I suppose you are right. She also said it hurts a lot, but you've haven't hurt me yet.” Tav smiled a bit.

“Why did you agree to sleep with me if you believed that?” Astarion asked in complete confusion. He was beginning to wonder just exactly what kind of man Tav’s friend was involved with.

“I…I'm not entirely sure…I know it's true we could die any day, but honestly I don't know if that's really the reason I agreed.” Tav chuckled a bit and sat up. “Perhaps deep down…I just wanted you more than anything at the time…” She murmured.

“Well of course, who wouldn't want their first time to be with someone as beautiful as I?” Astarion ran a hand through his hair, playing with one of the ivory curls.

“You are very pretty I won't lie, but a pretty face will only get you so far.” Tav hummed and relaxed nuzzling her nose back against his chest.

“I don't think I would have agreed if you didn't have such an entertaining personality.”

“Entertaining? And how exactly do I entertain you?” Astarion asked.

“You make me laugh.” She said simply, “you're sassy, witty and so very dangerous. It's exciting.” Tav’s tone was honest. There was no seductive flirtations, just pure sweet admiration.

“Keep the flattery up and I might not be able to stop myself from devouring you whole.” Astarion teased before grabbing her chin and planting a hungry kiss on the human’s lips. Tav blushed a bit, her heartbeat racing as she returned it. Astarion pulled back, continuing to stare into her eyes as he caressed her cheek with a clawed index finger. “You've been a very good girl so I'll let you decide what happens next.~”

“Uh…I…” Tav turned bright red, she knew what she wanted, but the idea of asking made her rather nervous.

“Come on, tell me what you want my sweet.~ I won't bite…. Unless you want me too.~”

Tav wasn't sure why she felt so embarrassed about it. It was no secret Astarion had been with other men as well as women so this wouldn't be something he'd be disgusted by, but the act itself felt so taboo to speak about.

“Well…You know the thing you do with other men…?” She mumbled out, her ears as well as her cheeks were burning with embarrassment. Astarion rose an eyebrow as a mischievous smirk spread across his face.

“Sorry darling, I didn't quite catch that. What is it you want me to do?” He asked, that infuriating smug look not wavering for a second.

“T-The thing you do with men.” She said a little louder.

“My sweet, I have done a lot of things with a lot of men. You'll have to be more specific.” He teasingly ran a finger over her chest.

Tav internally screamed. She could tell he was just fucking with her at this point.

“I….I want you…to…put it in my ass…” She mumbled under her breath.

“Hmm? What was that, pet?” Astarion kept taunting her with his knowing grin.

“I want you to fuck me in the ass!” She suddenly snapped.

“Oh! Well, why didn't you just say so?” Astarion chuckled a bit at the end. Tav glared at him with a pout. “Oh sweetie, I'm only teasing. Besides you look so delicious when you blush.” He said before quickly flicking his tongue over her ear, causing a shiver to go down her spine as she let out a shutter.

“I am a little surprised. Most women don't really care for this sort of thing…” He said tracing a finger around her hardening nipple, “but I'd be delighted to indulge your curiosity.”

“Okay…”Tav nodded with a sigh of relief.

“Now, on your belly.” He ordered. Tav slowly shifted off of him before turning to lay on her stomach. Astarion sat up before running his hand over her plump ass, giving it a slight squeeze before he moved behind her. She heard him muttered something under his breath before suddenly his fingers were slick with grease.

Astarion spread her hole open with his clean hand before slowly sliding his index finger into her. Tav let out a noisy gasp, feeling a slight burn from his his digit pushing through her sphincter.

“Are you alright?” He asked softly, slowly pumping his finger in and out.

“Mmm…Mhm..” Tav nodded, feeling him begin to move his finger faster. The sweet sound of her moans and the feeling of her quite literally wrapped around his finger was enough to make his cock twitch. He moved his free hand down to stoke it a bit as he pushed his finger knuckle deep inside her.

“Ooh…” She shivered before suddenly feeling him add a second digit into her ass, pumping them both in and out as he groped his hardening length. Eventually the elf removed his fingers before greasing up his length.

“Are you ready then?”

“Yes…” Tav huffed and glanced back at the vampire as he lined himself up with her hole. He slowly and carefully pushed his cock up her ass.

“O-Oh g-gods!” Tav cried out, nails digging into the blankets as he stretched her. Astarion grunted slowly bottoming out into her ass as his hands gripped her cheeks.

“Nghh…” Astarion bit his lip, a pleased smirk threatening to form. “Mmm…How is that, love?”

“Ahh….It's good…Oh fuck….” Tav moaned out, her eyes rolled back into her head as she felt Astarion roll his hips against her ass.

“Excellent.” He huffed before positioning himself on top of her back, slowly sliding himself in and out. Tav pushed herself back against him as he soon began to increase his speed, balls slapping against her pussy from behind.

Tav continued to cry out, the sensation was a strange mix of discomfort and pleasure which just increased each time he pushed in deeper. Astarion slid one of his arms underneath her chest, almost immediately toying with one of her tits. With his free hand he gently grasped her hair, hips smacking against her ass cheeks with a satisfying clap that echoed throughout the cave.

“Star…. Astarion….Ahh…” Tav groaned feeling the vampire spawn press his lips to her neck.

“Yes, keep going love. You're cries sound so sweet.” He said, running his tongue along her neck before gently nibbling and sucking on it.

Tav grunted and whined, pushing back against him, trying to match his pace as he pounded her ass. Astarion eventually pulled away from her neck, leaving a bright red hickey on it before he pulled Tav's hair, making her look at him.

“Kiss me, my pet.” He commanded. Tav quickly turned her head pressed her lips to his, her tongue sliding across his bottom lip before being greeted with his. Astarion shoved his tongue into her mouth eagerly. “Mmmmm…”

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The next morning Lae’zel woke the group up bright and early. She was very eager to get on the road and search for any sign of her kin. Karlach and the others all began to take down their tents and pack away their things before Wyll took notice of Astarion’s tent still standing up.

“Has anyone seen Astarion or Tav?” He asked aloud.

“Gods, I hope he hasn't finally gone and drained her dry.” Gale said aloud.

“Oh I doubt that. It's more likely she drained him.” Shadowheart chimed in. The others looked at her in confusion before she guestured towards a path away from camp.

Astarion walked up with a pleased smirk on his face. He was positively glowing. Meanwhile Tav limped behind him, hair messy, red marks on her neck as she let out a yawn.

“Good..*yawn*... Morning everyone.” She rubbed her eyes before moving over towards Astarion’s stool and taking a seat. She yelped before quickly standing up, gently rubbing her bottom.

“Rough night soldier?” Karlach asked with a smirk.

“I..uh…Sorta…” Tav looked down at her feet.

“Good gods Astarion, what did you do to her!?” Gale looked over at Astarion with suspicion.

“Nothing she didn't enjoy immensely.” Astarion smirked before glancing down at his nails.

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callme-darling · 3 months

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Ok. But like imagine TOUCH STARVED VINCENT. SO NICE AND SO SOFT BUT JUST SO TIRED FROM WORK, CAN’T KEEP HIS HANDS TO HIMSELF🥲🤭

(I think about this man in a way that is concerning to feminism, as one would say)🤡🤫

this. this is all i want. is that too much to ask?

his hands would have a mind of their own. he’d come up behind you, hands naturally falling to your waist and wasting no time as they pull you back against him, his lips tickling your ear. “you look so pretty today.”

“you look exhausted,” you note back, eyes falling to the bags underneath his own, “go lay down, i’ll-“

he cuts you off with a soft press of his lips to yours. “‘m okay, baby. just wanna see you.” his hands roam over your waist and hips precariously. cool fingers tickle your skin as he slowly lifts the hem of your shirt.

“so needy when you’re tired,” you murmur against his lips, a small smile pulling at your own.

he walks you back til your hips bump the counter. he towers over you as his head ducks into the curve of your neck. he breathes in your scent, a guttural hum sending a chill down your spine. “i missed you.”

he’d kissed you like a man starved of oxygen, and his only access to air were your lips. vincent is shameless in how he loves, and his current exhaustion amplifies this tenfold.

you’re not even sure his eyes are open as he guides you onto his lap, hands pawing off your shirt as his lips attach themselves to the tender flesh of your chest. you whine as you feel the remnants of his stubble brush over your perked nipples, your eyes fluttering at the sensation.

he’d hum against your skin when you make those pretty moans he loves so much. his hips would buck into you gently, as if all he can do in this state is helplessly grope your tempting skin and moan when he feels himself getting lost in it all.

and fuck he’d sound so pretty too. doesn’t even try to quiet himself as he gets drunk on you. his voice would be weak and raspy as he pants and groans under your touch.

“fuuckk… just like that baby,” he’d slur, eyes fluttering shut as you clench around him, hips gently rocking against his. your own breathing stuttering when you feel the tip of his cock press deep into your tight cunt.

his adams apple would bob as he sucks in panting breaths, his chest blushing a pretty red as your touch sets his skin on fire. god, and there wouldn’t be any shame in the way he begs for you. “feel s’good, baby, fuck- please keep going.”

in conclusion: sleepy & handsy vincent is a carnal need at this point.

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rainbow-femme · 3 months

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Rewatching the animated Beauty and the Beast

-Right off the bat the thing in the opening that gets me is not the possible age implication but the fact that this prince is opening his own doors and to people he’s not expecting. You’re lucky it was just an enchantress looking to test the purity of your heart and not an assassin. Just power posing with the door fully open, no guards, going “Oh hey it’s someone I don’t know! I’m going to have a conversation with them alone” before god and everybody. Of course you got cursed, your guards should have rugby tackled her before she could get her wand out

-I never liked Maurice as a kid and I still don’t. Like he’s not bad he’s just annoying to me every time he’s on screen. The wind blows and he’s dying on the side of a cliff somewhere

-It is never not funny to me that Belle promises to stay in the castle forever and then just leaves three hours later

-I love Gaston having his whole “I’m going to get Belle’s father locked up so she marries me” scheme and then she’s fully just not remotely near the town. He’s living in a high stakes drama and she’s clapping along to dancing tea cups

-Hey when Maurice goes to look for Belle he grabs a bunch of rolled up pieces of paper and protractor. Is the idea that he’s just gonna invent and build something while actively walking? Sir you spent 6 hours in a dungeon and nearly died of being in a dungeon disease, you can’t help yourself out of a wet paper bag much less get your daughter out of anywhere with an invention you made out of rocks and sticks while clawing your way through the woods because you’re dying again

-But it is funny to imagine this revolving door of Maurice and Belle trading themselves for the other until the beast is just like “hey if I let you both leave will you promise to never come back”

-Belle is such a dick at the beginning it’s so funny. “Oh there’s one place in this giant castle I can’t go? I bet he’s hiding all the really cool stuff in there and I’m going to ignore his wishes and that of the staff. Oh no, consequences, the guy who said not to come here is upset I came here! Who could have foreseen this!”

-Like it’s not bad writing, it’s her character arc that she was mainly focused on herself and her interests and pretty judgemental of people who weren’t like her, so her disrespecting someone’s boundaries because she want to sets up something she grows from, and she learns to connect with someone else on their level even if that person is different from her and she learns that people are more than their surface appearance and even an angry beast has depths if you actually get to know them and see their view of the world, and connecting with people who are different from you enriches your life. Which is why when the townsfolk later try to kill the beast because he’s different we see she’s now understood the danger of that way of thinking and is horrified

-But that’s such a funny thing to do just immediately upon entering a castle owned by a big scary beast. Day one hour one she’s like “oh boy I know where I wanna go!”

-I don’t want to be a CinemaSins and point out how improbable it is that Belle got a giant unconscious beast onto her horse when he would be hundreds of pounds. But I do want to see the scene of her doing it. I’m picturing the horse sorta laying down and the beast is on the ground like a sack of potatoes and Belle has her back against him and is pushing with her legs to try and roll him over. Or she’s got her shoulder against him and is trying to push that way but her feet keep slipping in the snow

-Oh my god I forgot they told her about the library before the beast “gives” it to her. She was already allowed to go in there and knew it existed, “giving” someone a room they had full knowledge of and access to is very funny

-But you know what if he’s the kind of guy who thinks that will work and she’s the kind of girl it works on then they’re perfect for each other. Just two people with zero social skills bumbling around a castle together, making weird decisions and the other is like “wow they’re so cute and normal”

-I love the sweeping faux crane shot during the ballroom dance. Over 30 years later and that shit still slaps, more animated movies need to act like they’re being shot and edited like live action

-Maurice really can find a way to immediately die in any situation. When he’s at home he’s fine but the second he leaves the town border he develops tuberculosis and begins losing all function in his limbs

-I’m going to be honest with you guys, I’ve seen various versions of Beauty and the Beast and every time it’s the letting Belle go scene I have the same thought: I absolutely would not have read that social interaction correctly, I would have been fully under the impression we were all aware I was running an errand and coming back later. Because if I’m Belle, and I can live in the cool castle with a friend and people who are nice to me or a town I specifically stated not liking filled with a guy who is pushy and makes me uncomfortable and people who are mean to me and zero friends, I would not have been like “oh thank god I can finally go back!”

-“You should go to him. I release you, you are no longer my prisoner” See to me that reads “We are friends and I am removing this technicality between us so you can go run out and do something that is clearly important to you.” I would not have picked up on everyone in the castle thinking I was leaving forever. I’d just show up two hours later like “boy, it’s been a day, huh?” and the beast is just laying face down on the floor in his room listening to a sad boy playlist

-But the beast is clearly part dog so I guess it’s a normal reaction for him to have

-I don’t want to victim blame, but if you have a sick dad and are equidistant between “castle where everyone likes you” and “town where everyone is mean to you” and your dying father can be cured by a nap, I feel like it’s a bit on you if bad things continue to happen in the Bad Things Happen To Me town

-Not saying she should have anticipated a mob coming to incarcerate her father but I do feel like it would be expected that the people who have been mean to you and your dad would continue to be mean to you and your dad in the Everyone Is Mean To You and Your Dad town

-Because if the forced incarceration hadn’t been an issue, they would have gone to town the next day and someone would go “Hey Belle, your dad said you were kidnapped by a beast.” And everyone would point and laugh and he’d start waving his arms and going “It was the biggest beast you ever saw! 18 feet tall and claws bigger than my head!” and people would probably suggest that the guy they all call Crazy Old Maurice may be crazy and Belle would need to prove he wasn’t. I just don’t think we would have ended up with much of a different situation in any timeline that involves going back to the town

-Ok. So. If I live in a town. And I find out there is a beast within walking distance that is sentient enough to take villagers prisoner. And this guy is like “yeah he took me and my daughter prisoner, he’s terrifying!” I’m not saying I would have been part of the mob but I do think I would be worried about there being a beast and two people he previously kept prisoner living next door. And her saying “no he’s actually very sweet” would sound like those people with exotic pets who get their faces eaten by their pet tiger. Like yes they’re wrong but Belle also thought he was scary and violent until she’d been there a number of hours. I feel like if instead of giving herself up she went to town and asked for help and they created a mob to get her father back she would not have been against the idea so it’s not wholly their fault for having the same idea

-“Is it dangerous?” “No, no, he’d never hurt anyone” Every owner of a dog who wants to bite you so so bad

-So when Belle and her father are alone she is clearly telling him that the beast let her go and is kind. When asked about the beast by the town, Maurice starts yelling about how he’s the most terrifying monster in the world. Belle has to show the beast to back up her father’s claims to try and save him for the second? third? time. And then they’re locked up and she says “this is all my fault” and this man does not for a second contradict her or take blame at all. “Yeah I can’t believe you specifically caused this mess.”

“We won’t rest until he’s good and deceased.” I know there are only so many words that rhyme with beast but that’s such a funny line in a bloodlust song. I will not rest until this animal has been declared legally dead by the state

-“We will fight even though the danger just increased” I’m obsessed with all the words they had to use to rhyme with beast

-It’s so funny that this is canonically France and he is canonically a prince. They didn’t make him a duke or a lord he is directly related to the royal family and in the line of succession. Likely not the dauphin because they wouldn’t have sent him to run a castle in the countryside away from the center of politics so probably a younger son but still, this guy is part of the royal family. They didn’t have to explicitly state this is France but they do, and they reference the baroque period so it’s after the construction of Versailles. The beast is actively being stabbed to death while sentient furniture watches and at the same time his family are canonically pissing on the walls and floors of their own home

-Oh my god the beast is brooding on a chaise. Did he drag it over to the window just so he could dramatically sit on his chaise and stare longingly out at the rain? Absolute break up mood

-He’s also in a different outfit that isn’t the fancy one or his every day one, he went and changed into a breakup outfit. Important to note the breakup outfit includes a cape and what he was previously wearing did not. He chose to put on a cape as part of his breakup outfit

-So Gaston points his arrow at the beast. The beast acknowledges it then looks away. Gaston then fires and hits him and he reacts all surprised and angry that it hurt like my dude you let him shoot you with an arrow, what did you think that experience would be

-It is so wild that Gaston assumes the beast is in love with Belle. Like yeah he’s right but what a wild assumption to make when you’re not even sure this thing comprehends human speech. Again my thought would be he’s attached to her like a dog is attached to its owner, I would not see a big furry animal and be like “this thing is fully sentient and feels romantic attraction to human women”. Yeah he’s wearing clothes but still that feels like a leap. Pointing at a dog in a sweater following its owner and yelling “You’re in love with her, aren’t you?”

-The beast’s arc is partly him controlling his temper, and we see him want to kill Gaston but controls himself and lets him go, immediately resulting in his own death. Gotta be honest I feel like less self control would have been helpful in that specific scenario

-I didn’t remember the blood spray after the beast is stabbed followed by the stab wound bleeding a good amount of blood. Are there other Disney princess movies with onscreen blood? I think in Mulan we see blood oozing out through clothes from an injury but that’s the only other one I can think of. Eugene gets pretty bloodlessly stabbed

-Best scene in the movie: The beast floats up in the air, actively transforms into a human in front of Belle, stands up, says “Belle, it’s me!” She then squints at him, touches his hair a bit, squints at his face, and when she recognizes his eyes she goes “It is you!” Ma’am what the hell else did you think was happening. If you didn’t recognize his eyes would you have just been like “Hmmm I dunno…”

-Ok so at the end there is an entire royal court watching them dance. Again I don’t want to be a CinemaSins I just want to see the missing scene. Like did he explain what happened to him? If yes then again I want to see that conversation of him explaining to his family how he was literally transformed into a literal beast for the last ten years and they had no idea this was happening to their family member. If no, imagine just going back to being a prince after 10 years as a beast and you just have to pretend like everything has been normal this whole time. I want a sequel that’s just the human beast reintegrating not only back into society but French royal society, which was notorious for having some of the most intricate and complicated social etiquette in all of Europe

-The final shot is a stained glass window of them with a prominent rose. Now in the original he had a whole rose garden he was very attached to, so that makes sense. But I feel like this beast specifically would have only negative connotations with roses and that window would probably be seen as a little tasteless given the circumstances. “It’s a rose! You know, the physical manifestation of a curse that was clearly quite upsetting for you for nine years and roughly 360 days, reminding you daily of your flaws! Isn’t that fun?”

“Original score by Alan Menken” Look up his IMDB, if you live in at least the US this man has written the score to your entire life

#long post #I’ve been called out for being long winded so here is your warning #beauty and the beast #disney

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dickmastersfruit · 2 months

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thinking about dad lucifer again (shocking) but IF YOU WANT MORE COMFORT I GOT U <3 but imagine lucifer and the readers kid (im imagining its not charlie) getting hurt like tripping over a rock or something and scrapping their knee nothing big but the kid starts sobbing from the pain and later in the night lucifer is still staying awake from it thinking hes such a terrible father for letting his baby get hurt :(

Fuck that rock

Pairng: Dad!Lucifer x Mom!Reader

Warnings: sad lucifer again sorry guys

Word Count: 1051

A/N: i lowkey kinda hate this but enjoy it if you want or dont i mean thats cool too

You watched Lucifer running through streets with your little girl. He reached out for her, spinning her around in the air before carefully setting her back down. Margot giggled as she chased him around. Her small legs trying to keep up with him, even though he was already running very slowly. You smiled softly, enjoying how sweet he was with her.

“Look at the princess go” He yells to you as your daughter runs around in her pink dress and converse.

“My turn to be chased” Margot giggled as Lucifer turned around and speed walked toward her. She laughed hard as she started running. She kept looking back at Lucifer making sure he was still chasing her.

However all was going a little too well. As she looked back a final time a small rock in the road became her demise. She tripped and landed straight down on her knees. You gasped as you quickly stood up as you ran toward them. Lucifer had already collapsed to the ground pulling Margot into his arms making sure that she was ok.

“It's ok baby” He cooed as she sobbed in his arms. She leaned her head against him as she began to cry harder. “Look.. there's mommy” He said as she lifted her chin up to look at you standing over her. You smile softly down at her as you watch her tears stream down.

“Let me look at your cut hun” You say, lowering yourself onto your knees. You realized that it was merely a scratch and she wasn't even bleeding. “It's ok baby” You whisper, taking a seat on the cement ground next to Lucifer. You grab her hand to hold as you lean your head against Lucifer's shoulder. He moves her legs onto yours so she's laying across you and Lucifer.

After about ten minutes she finally begins to settle down as she closes her eyes. You watch her sniffle as you let out a breath. Your eyes wandered over to Lucifer who was looking down at her sadly. He shook his head before pulling her closer into his chest laying a kiss on her temple. He was gripping her close, refusing to let go.

“We should probably put her to bed,” You suggest. Lucifer looks at you giving you a small smile before looking back at Margot. You could tell he felt bad and you knew he blamed himself. You could see it in his eyes.

“Do you wanna put her to sleep?” You asked him knowing that if he felt like a good father it could stop the sadness he was feeling. He nodded, picking her up in his arms and heading inside.

You picked up the blanket you had laid on the ground and the snacks you put out in case anyone had gotten hungry while you played outside. You cleaned up your room and took a shower as he took his time feeding her and putting her to sleep.

Sliding on your robe you looked up clutching your chest as you saw Lucifer laying in bed. “God.. I didn't realize you were in here already” You said breathing heavily walking toward the bed and laying down.

“Sorry my love” He said, planting a kiss on your lips as he moved the covers over your body.

“You ok?” You ask as he sighed. His eyes met yours again as he nodded, finally getting under the covers.

You moved your body closer to him. His arms wrapped around your waist slowly before suddenly clutching your body to his. You gasped as he moved your body as close to him as it could possibly be.

“I'm a bad father” He whimpered into your shoulder.

Your eyes widened as you moved his head from your shoulder. “What on earth are you talking about?” You questioned holding his face in your hands. “What would ever make you say that?

“She fell and could have died and it was all my fault” He replied frantically.

Your shoulders fell and you couldn't stop the giggle that left your lips. His eyes narrowed at you as you shut your mouth.

“Don't laugh at me” He pouted.

“Oh honey I'm not laughing at you.. I just think it's silly. You didn't almost kill her, she tripped over a rock and she wasn’t even bleeding” You said running your hands through his hair.

He forced his head onto your chest as he sniffled. “Oh baby” You said, realizing he was crying.

“I screwed up with Charlie and now I'm already screwing up with her” He cried.

You weren't sure where he had ever gotten the idea of being a bad dad. I mean of course when you first met Lucifer he was just starting to talk to his daughter again. He always wanted to be there for Charlie, he just didn't know how to be in her life as a father. However it was obvious Lilith had put some things in Charlie's head. Lucifer would never do anything to hurt her. He had always wanted to be in Charlie's life, Lilith just didnt let him be in it.

“Baby, look at me,” You said. He never looked up, keeping his head on your chest. You repeat yourself more forcefully this time. He slowly made eye contact. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at you.

“You never screwed up with Charlie and you most definitely haven't screwed up with our girl” You said. “All she got was a scratch that will probably be gone by the morning” You continued.

“I guess,” He murmured.

You sighed knowing that nothing you could say could change his mind. However you loved him with every fiber in your body and would try your hardest to convince him he was an amazing father.

You placed a kiss on his head as you rubbed your hands up and down his back.

“Even if you don’t believe it, you really are an amazing husband and father, there’s no one I'd rather be with” You said as you snuggled into him, closing your eyes. You inhaled his scent as he layed in your arms.

“I love you” You whisper as you close your eyes.

He mumbled an almost incoherent ‘love you too’ as you laid in the complete darkness of your shared room.

Masterlist Lucifer Masterlist

#bbgwrites #hazbin hotel #lucifer oneshot #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer x reader #dad!lucifer #lucifer angst #hazbin lucifer #onehsot #fanfic #hazbin hotel fanfic

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joylovesfluff · 6 months

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Trouble

Dabi x reader. Angst.

A/n: ngl i didn't have an actual plot for this when i started writing it, but fuck im inlove now with dabi and him just being a little obsessed with you.

NOT PROOF READ !!

Lovesick! Part 2 (in progress)

Troublemaker touya! Who would throw rocks on your window (taylor swift style) just to suprise you on your birthday even if it ended 2 hours ago.

Troublemaker touya! Who would give the world to you just to make you happy, but for now he had to settle for flowers he just picked fresh from his neighbour's backyard, he gives them to you with a small smile hoping that they'll be good enough for your special day, and he prays to whatever god is up there that you aren't allergic to any kind of flowers cause this sure as hell wont be the last time he'll get scolded for plucking out flowers at 3 am.

Troublemaker touya! Who goes to you before finally disappearing for years, he tells you all about his plan in a form of a joke, he'd definitely be like "and yknow what? Maybe one day id finally kill him, that would be a nice birthday present right?" and you'll cluelessly reply something along the lines of "one life sized endeavour packed in a coffin bow coming right up!" You laugh at the silly imagination you made, not even thinking of the odds of it happening.

Troublemaker touya! Who lowkey stalks you all the time to see how youve been doing in life, he wont admit it but he would do anything to make you happy even if it includes killing all your academic rivals for you, as long as he can see you with your awards and certificates on your social media with the caption 'i made it!' as your graduation post.

Troublemaker touya! Who wouldve loved to graduate with you and to finally confess his feelings for you so you both can live in a beautiful apartment like you have always dreamt of, but now all of it is impossible now that he has his eyes set on his new career.

But as he was watching you walk home in the dark alley ways, definitely not stalking you. He caught onto a sight that shattered his heart and soul into millions on pieces.

"oh hi i thought you weren't ganna come haha"

"ofcouce i would, who in their right mind would let their girlfriend walk home in the night?"

Girlfriend? When? How? He was sure that you weren't seeing anybody, but now you have a boyfriend? How could this happen???

He stopped on his tracks, and started panicking but why would he? Its not like youre his girlfriend or anything, he didn't even got to tell you how he feels which felt much worse than the sight he's seeing.

As he continues to look at your back wishing that this would just be one horrible dream. You and the guy your boyfriend stop walking, dabi panics again worried that you might see him but as he was about to hide at a near by alleyway he looks at you as you bend down to pick something up from the ground.

"What happened?" He asks as he hold your hands so gently like you would break any second.

"oh its nothing i just dropped my phone" you replied after you picked up your phone from the ground.

"you good to go?" He frantically ask looking around the dark streets as he hold onto your hands tighter, 'hes a fucking pussy' dabi thought.

"Yeah, i just thought i saw something" you say as you look behind his shoulder to the dark alley way that looms the corner.

He whisperes something to you as you both start to walk, if dabi remembers correctly your apartment would be somewhere near here, he remembers as the time where he was the one to walk you home after long class hours especially that time where the school was preparing for the sports event.

Lovesick dabi! Who would get excited at the thought of meeting you again, showing his new self, his true self to you. But then he'll remember that maybe you'll hate him for what he has done, for leaving you, for hurting other people. So maybe one day you'll meet him again, maybe one day you'll be able to understand and you both would be able to exchange stories of what youve been through without each other.

He just hopes that youd be able to wait for that day, to wait for him

Lovesick dabi! (Coming soon)..

#dabi #dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi x y/n #dabi x female reader #dabi fluff #dabi angst #touya todoroki #touya x reader #bnha touya #touya x you #touya x y/n #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha headcannons

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moonjxsung · 6 months

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SCREAMING ITS 7AM OMG girly I could talk about changbin ALL DAY AND NIGHT 😫

Please like the lowkey "moving in" to your apartment thing akfhsisueh and him in his PJS AAAH WHYS THAT SO CUTE

And the sexual tension! God it'd be so high! Changbin just exudes sexual tension and I love it so fucking much! 10/10 would be the BIGGEST tease 😭 imagine you walking in on him in the shower and he's like "ya if you wanted to look you could've asked" WITH THAT FKN SMIRK HE DOES or if you're showering he would totally try and sneak a peak.

GOD THE JEALOUSY SEX ugh you're reading my mind 😍 would give you so so so many orgasms, always with the "you can give me another yeah" followed by a sweet kiss to your lips as he pushes his cock back into as you arch your back for the umpteenth time that night 😫

Okay okay but imagine this: you finally FINALLY had a break from him for a night to yourself, but the sexual tension lately had just been getting to you too much you just really needed to take care of yourself. So you set yourself up for a night of pleasure, wearing one of his shirts he just happened to leave behind, legs spread in bed on the pile of plushies he so greatfully bought for you (thanks for this thought 😵‍💫) you lie back and relax and just think of him...changbin...(I can't write smut to save my life buttt) your touching yourself to the thought of him, hands between your legs, moaning so loud you didn't hear the door open and close, hands on your boobs as you pinch your nipples and whimper, wishing it was his hands, so lost in the feeling you don't see the figure of your best friend hiding behind your bedroom door as you left it slightly ajar, who needs to close it anyway when you're home alone, it's not like you planned to have your best friend come over and surprise you with your favourite snacks and a movie? But what's he to do now? He's locked onto the hands that disappear in your pussy, salivating at the sight, should he leave? Should he stay? He's frozen in place. All he wants to do is have a taste, come crawling between your legs as you whimper for him to help, "hurts binnie...need you" your fingers tangle in his hair, back so far off the bed and he locks a fat stripe from your whole to your aching clit and makes out with it. He's so hard for you it hurts straining against his sweats. He's shaken out of his thoughts when he hears you, YOU, moaning HIS name....

Muahahah you're welcome bestie ily 💖🫶

THE SMIRK!!! THE FUCKING SMIRK!!!! Or that lip bite he does!!!!!!!!! He’d SO weaponize it against you to make you weak for him 😭😭 ALSO CATCHING YOU MASTURBATING TO HIM???? BESTIE….. he’d go INSANE. He would stand in the doorway for a hot MINUTE just watching you and taking in every inch of you thinking the dirtiest fucking thoughts before he hears you moaning HIS NAME?? and he’s instantly hard. Like ROCK hard. No going back now, mans is busting into your room and you don’t even notice until he starts with the stupid giggling. Instantly you’re like WHAT THE FUCK CHANGBIN…. And he’s all “no, no, I didn’t mean to interrupt you, please continue” and you’re reluctant and he can fucking see it so he chimes in with “what, now you’re gonna get all shy on me? You need some help with that?” And you want to say no bc you’re caught in the most awkward moment of your life but you’re also fucking aching for him, literally minutes away from your release when he interrupts you and you don’t give a fuck what it’s going to change between you two so you have to ask him all shyly “maybe just your hands…?” And he wastes NO time getting all over you, ripping off your panties to stick a finger in and work you while he whispers the filthiest things in your ear “could’ve just asked if you wanted me to fuck you. How long have you been here like this? And you haven’t finished yet? You poor thing, I’ll help you, yeah? Only you’re going to give me more than one- you’re gonna let me satisfy you as long as I want.” And you can’t protest because he’s already knuckles deep in your sopping cunt rubbing your clit with his thumb and coaxing your first orgasm out of you…. Which obviously turns into multiple within the same hour of each other, you writhing under his muscular grasp of you as he licks you clean. And the neighbors can definitely hear the whimpered moans through your thin apartment walls but Changbin doesn’t care when you express your concern “let them listen, want them to know how good I fuck you. They had to listen to you fake it for so many shitty men, let them hear what a real man does for you baby.” And veryyyy quickly turns into an arrangement where you’re discovering the filthiest, nastiest things about yourself- you can squirt, you like handcuffs when he’s got your hands behind your back, you like temperature play and tasting yourself… the list goes on 🫠 and he’s right about the whole thing, you really haven’t had a real sexual partner until him! You guys go out together and he shoots you that smirk and it takes nothing for your panties to be soaked again before you’re leaving the event early with him and getting fucked in the backseat of his car. The Changbin effect……. 😵‍💫🫶

#skz smut #stray kids #skz #stray kids hard hours #changbin #Changbin smut #skz scenarios #seo changbin #stray kids smut #CHANGBIN….. PLEASE.

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doobea · 10 months

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bllk guys and the icks they give off

a/n: I love bullying them … especially Oliver and omg I’m sorry if this comes off as mean zzz

isagi

Disney knees. Like you know when Demi lovato danced in Camp Rock? Those Disney knees. Imagine him showing off his sick awesome dance moves and pulls out this shit. (this is real, and this is isagi)

Shouts “Geronimo” when he’s jumping either onto the couch, bed, pool, etc.

Uses 2 in 1 shampoo and conditioner. sorry not sorry I feel like he doesn’t really know the difference for haircare or even skincare products and doesn’t really bother to learn more abt it

oliver

oh god he follows girls that don’t follow him back. on top of that he probably at one point made a huge GC of girls he was interested in thinking that his message would send to each of them individually on a dating app (spoiler alert - it didn’t)

walks around with a gallon of water (self explanatory)

listens to only male artists - if he doesn’t listen to female artists what makes you think he’ll listen to any woman smh

uses 🥺😂 unironically

probably focused a lot of time making his bitmoji idk (definitely spent more time looking through the fits)

apologizes by saying “sowwy”

nagi

super dusty, messy bathroom, looks like it could be a set in a horror movie. I suspect maybe he cleans around his place once or twice a month but the bathroom is where he neglects it the most

wears socks w holes in it so his big toes are always sticking out lol he gets lazy to throw them out and kinda just wears them until they’re super loose

probably needs help at self-check out HAHA imagine him entering in the wrong item number and just waiting for the store associates to help him correct it w the machine flashing red

rin

he’s always preoccupied on his phone that sometimes doesn’t realize that his flashlight is on

surely this happened at some point in his life but when he’s super pissed off in a soccer game and bends down to pick up the ball, only to accidentally kick it further away

doesn’t take or even have many photos of himself, but when his picture does get taken he holds his breath to pose

feels like he’s the type to open his mouth to put on chapstick

sae

omg during karaoke he’ll sing the wrong lyrics to a song that he’s so confident abt and watch it be the most easiest song too

every time he buys new shoes he does a little walk/run in the store to test them out (he’s jogging back and forth like 4 times pls stop)

imagine he’s trying to run away from the paparazzi while trying to get to his next destination and realizes last minute that he’s going the wrong direction and has to turn back

#bllk #bllk x reader #blue lock #blue lock x reader #doobea writing #blue lock imagines #isagi yoichi #rin itoshi #sae itoshi #oliver aiku #nagi seishiro #blue lock headcanons #i wrote this at like 1 am #what is proof reading anymore lol my eyes hurt

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daisydamed · 2 years

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Joseph Quinn x Actress!Reader

GENRE : kinda fluffy tbh

WARNINGS (?) : alcohol, mention of boobies

WORD COUNT : 3478

Honestly I thought this was going to be a short imagine and this is what happened, I hope it’s not as horrendous as I’ve convinced myself it is lmao

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“So Y/N, you and Joe here have actually worked together before, right?” The woman conducting your interview asked with a smile. She was nice enough, but it had been a long day for you all and it was getting more noticeable in your responses.

“Yeah, back when I was like twenty or something for a short film,” you responded politely. “It was terrifying, to be quite honest!”

The group, made up of Gaten, Maya and Joe himself chuckled and the mood lifted a little.

“You were scared of me?” Joe asked incredulously, brow furrowed slightly and his mouth open in mock shock. You giggled a little.

“I mean yeah, Dickensian had just been released, I’d binged the whole thing as soon as I could and developed this weird, like, ‘this man will never know I exist’ kind of crush! How is that not scary? It was my first proper role and everything!” The interviewer laughed along with you as you spoke and Gaten turned to you in surprise.

“I didn’t know you guys had worked together?” He said, his eyes boring into your own. “How did I never know that?”

“I knew that, I listen when people speak.” Maya had quipped, sending you into laughs again.

You shrugged in response to Gaten, and glanced toward Joe. His eyes were matching your gaze almost instantly, a smile creasing his face and the tiniest blush hinted on his cheeks. You could get lost in his eyes so quickly, and you had, on multiple occasions. The hot lights in the room didn’t show it well, but you’d seen how the sunlight on set would highlight the different shades of brown within them, on a good day, they’d sparkle with flecks of varying shades of chocolate and deep honey.

“It actually made it a lot easier to be friendly on set for this show-” He spoke, pulling his gaze from yours to face back to the camera. It had only been a second or so, but you felt you’d been swimming in his sights for minutes. “Having the kind of connection you can only get from the intimacy that comes with the sort of scenes we’d shared previously really does wonders for the relationship our characters had with each other.”

“Intimacy?” Gaten spun to Joe this time, eyebrows raised. “What do you mean? Oh my god, this is like finding out your sister had a secret boyfriend-” Your face flushed, remembering back to the way Joe’s hands had rested on your bare skin during your previous filming together and you tried to push down the knot tightening in your stomach.

“Morning!” You’d called with a false confidence as you walked onto set. The bed was lit by warm stage lights and there were set dressers bouncing around, laying down empty cans of beer.

The brief for the scene had been just that, brief.

‘Sam and Rory fall into bed together, hands desperate and kissing deeply. Sam removes her shirt and Rory gazes longingly, eyes roaming her now bare chest.’

With it being your first scene of intimacy, you were understandably pretty nervous. You’d stayed in your trailer that morning until the last possible second before making your way to set, anxious to interact with Joe. You knew full well he’d be sweet about it, make it lighthearted and take your mind away from the anxiety, but even after being around him on set for the past month you couldn’t shake the tension it brought to your mind. You were both professionals here, this wasn’t going to mess anything up between you, and he’d done this before, but the rock in your chest hadn’t budged since you’d woken that morning.

After prepping was complete and the shot was angled, you were both ushered onto set with a call of ‘rolling’. After working with Joe for a couple of weeks, your director had good understanding of your chemistry together and had begun to trust your work, she had been able to gradually decrease the amount of blocking and rehearsal between the two of you, especially for short scenes such as this.

The pair of you had taken your first positions in the doorway, Joe having already lost his shirt and your hands resting against his bare chest.

“Sorry if they’re cold.” You had joked, looking up at him. His skin was soft and warm beneath your palms and he’d chuckled lightly.

“I can manage. You’ll soon warm up.” His voice was low as you waited on ‘action’, and once it was called, it was like there was never tension to begin with. His lips crashed into your own and you moved together in synchronicity. His legs hit the edge of the bed frame as the camera moved around you, and his hands danced across your chest, moving around your body until he grabbed a fistful of the back of your shirt. You pulled back, breathing heavily and eyes full of lust, some of which wasn’t even acting at this point. You gazed down at him, a silent conversation passing between you both before he pulled your shirt over your head. Your bare chest was on display before him and his gaze darkened, eyes roaming across your body.

“You’re fucking stunning.” He murmured, and though it was unscripted, it fit the moment beautifully. Oh how you had wished it was just the two of you alone with the emotions genuine. His hands dragged across your bare skin, and he looked up at you as you sat straddling him on the bed.

“Touch me.” You’d whispered down to him, and his hands were on your breasts as your lips met again. His fingertips left trails of fire across your skin and you ground your hips against his, eliciting a moan from him. You felt the rumble of the noise with your hand resting against the side of his neck, thumb on his cheek. He had a few days of stubble and it prickled against the pad of your thumb.

“Cut there!” Came the call, and someone swooped in with a jacket for you. The mood changed instantly and his hands had lifted from where he’d been pulling you close to him. It left you feeling empty and almost vaguely disappointed at the time, but thinking back on it, you were glad it had been stopped where it had. You weren’t convinced it could've gone any further without becoming some kind of pornography.

“Fantastic you guys,” The director had spoken, watching the scene back on the small screen in her hands. “I think we got it in one!” You smiled, breathing steadying and you shoved your hands into the pockets of the jacket you'd been given. With a quick glance toward Joe, you saw he’d put his shirt back on and was speaking quietly to one of the ADs. You opened your mouth to speak, but after sharing a small laugh with the man, he’d left the room by the time you’d taken a breath.

“Dude relax, it was just a job!” You’d laughed at Gaten. “Please do change the subject, I think he’s getting flustered.”

The interviewer let out a laugh and nodded.

“So Joe, what was the weirdest thing for you with playing Eddie this season?”

He blew out a breath, considering his answer. “Probably trying to get the balance right between this kind of cocky, goofy, metal guy and this almost smitten sort of teenager. He’s still in school and hasn’t held any kind of relationship outside of that, it’s difficult for him to act his age when he’s surrounded by these kids.” He nudged Gaten’s chair with his foot and stretched out a little, his shirt lifting. You found yourself hoping for a peek of skin between the hem of his shirt and his jeans, but you were disappointed to find it wasn’t there. You moved your eyes away quickly.

“And Maya, how do you think Robin feels about having new female friends this time around? Y/N’s character Sophia seems pretty into her!” Maya shared a laugh with you and cleared her throat a little before speaking.

“Yeah I bet she’s pretty stoked at having Sophia around now. They have this kind of flirty thing going on, but of course, Vicky is still the main attraction for her. I think she just likes to have support in that respect.”

The interview continued on and you found your tired mind wandering. Luckily the rest of the questions were directed more towards Maya and Gaten, taking pressure off you. You commented here and there, shared a laugh every now and then, and before you knew it, you were all saying goodbye. The group of you reconvened in the corridor and you sighed at the relief of being out from under the lights.

“I think I’m gonna go back to my room,” You began, catching the attention of the others. “I fancy a nice long bath, and a nice long drink. Gaten, you obviously cannot partake, sorry bud-” He shrugged. “-But if you guys fancy a drink or whatever let me know? The bath can wait if it’s for alcohol.”

Joe’s arm brushed against your own as you walked down the corridor to the lifts. With the both of you in short sleeves, the sensation felt borderline electric to you and you shoved your hands into your jean pockets, pulling your arm away.

“I could go for a drink.” He replied. You turned to look at him, a small smile on your lips.

“My room or yours then? Maya? You in?” She mumbled something about a headache, eyeing you both ahead of her and waiting for the lift. She nudged Gaten with her elbow as they joined you and muttered something in his direction, they laughed and you blushed again.

“You’re on the fifth floor, yeah?” Joe’s voice pulled your attention and you realised the lift had arrived. You nodded, following him into the small space and he hit the button with his thumb. The doors began to slide shut, leaving Gaten and Maya behind in the corridor and you called out to them before they closed.

“See you guys in the morning then?”

“You will,” Maya called back. “Enjoy your ‘intimacy’!” She added, and you heard Gaten bark out a laugh as the doors bumped shut.

There was a beat of silence before Joe cleared his throat to speak.

“Are we being bullied? Is that bullying?” He joked lightly, but there was a tension in his words that you couldn’t put your finger on.

“At this point, I’m not sure with those two.” You joked back, and you saw him smile in the mirrored doors. It made you feel warm inside and you savoured the feeling as the lift pinged through the levels. It came to a stop on five, and you waited for the doors to open.

“Come on then, Joseph, I have vodka!” You chirped, breezing out of the doors and over to your door. He waited patiently for you to retrieve your key card, and you could feel that tense energy returning. “Sorry, I know it’s here-” You said, a little flustered and rooting through your purse. “I threw it in on my way down this morning- Ha!” You pulled it out victoriously and swiped it across the pad, door clicking as it unlocked.

Joe reached out and took the handle, pushing the door open and holding it for you to enter before him.

“Coke or lemonade?” You had asked after thanking him gently and stepping through the door.

“Uh-”

“It's vodka, so you want lemonade.”

“Lemonade then, please?”

“It was a trick question.”

“You’re just as sneaky as you used to be, you know?”

“Damn, I thought I’d gotten sneakier.”

The energy between you eased slightly and you pulled off your jacket, dropping it over the back of a chair as you entered the kitchenette. You poured two drinks, definitely too strong for the time of day, added ice and turned to hand him one. He was stood closer than you thought and you jumped back a little in surprise, accidentally sloshing your own glass and the liquid seeped down across your top.

“Christ, Joe!” You cried, the liquid making you shiver involuntarily as it made its way down your chest. His eyes widened a little as your black bra came into view through your thin, and now wet, shirt.

“Shit, I’m sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to scare you I-”

You put your drink down on the side and squeezed past him as he stuttered his apology.

“You scared the shit out of me!”

“I’m sorry!” He laughed, though it turned into a cough as you peeled your shirt off in front of him. Balling it up, you used the dryer side to wipe the spilt drink from your chest. Noticing his silence, you looked up to see him eyeing you from where he stood, transfixed.

“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” You pointed out, throwing your shirt in the direction of the bathroom. Grabbing a plain tee from your suitcase, you made your way back to the kitchen side and swiped your drink, taking a gulp and wincing slightly as it burned on the way down. Definitely too strong. You held it out to him.

“Hold this for me?” He nodded, grabbing the drink. There was a mixture of emotions on his face. Surprise, embarrassment, and something you couldn’t quite place. You pulled your shirt over your head and took your drink back gently, your fingers brushing his.

“Are you ok?” You asked, and he nodded. It was like he’d broken a trance, and he shrugged a little, scooping his own glass from the counter and brushing past you to flop onto the couch.

You took a seat on your bed and took another sip, the alcohol warming your chest.

“I was kind of a dick that day.” Joe blurted, and you blinked.

“What?”

“The day we made out, I was a dick.”

“Were you?” You frowned, trying to play it off like nothing, but you knew exactly what he meant.

“Yeah, I panicked a bit actually. It was a good take, a really good take. You were fantastic, I just panicked because it felt like a lot.” He spoke slowly, considering his words. There was a faint blush on his cheeks again and you sat up a little, turning your body to face him. His arm rested across the back of the cushions, the other casually across his knee. Your eyes fixed on his hand, holding his glass. His hands were so soft that day, and you found yourself wondering if they still were.

“I’m sorry if it was bad,” You began, but he quickly cut you off.

“It wasn’t bad, Y/N. That was kind of the issue, I think.”

“Issue?” Confusion was evident in your tone and he looked over at you, dragging his eyes from the carpet to fix on your own.

He laughed a little, though it wasn’t totally genuine. The noise that escaped his lips had been for another reason. To cover his embarrassment.

“I had to leave, that day, and I know I seemed like a total bastard for just walking out… It was just that it- You had-” He sighed, frustrated, and took a drink. “I wasn’t decent.” He finished, laughing again. The chuckle fell from his lips, and he ran his free hand over his face. “You got to me and I didn’t know how else to deal with the uh, situation.”

You remembered back to his low conversation with the AD, their shared laughter before he'd walked out. Oh. OH.

The laugh bubbled out of you before you could stop it, and before you knew it, the pair of you were laughing together, properly laughing, the emotion welling up and spilling over.

“I’m- I’m so sorry!” You laughed, and he had to put his drink down to stop it from sloshing over the edge of the glass.

“I never knew that, oh my god.” You’d managed, and he gestured dramatically.

“I couldn’t control it! You just got to me, it was some magical bullshit you pulled.” He sighed, the giggles fading. The tone in the room was lighter now, a slight buzz between the both of you as you continued sipping your drinks. A small wave of courage overtook you and you blurted the words before you thought about how they’d sound.

“I was a bit sad we only got one take of it.” The words came out lightly, the implications going over your head. “I would've happily gone for round two, you know.”

There was a pause before he responded.

“I think I would’ve liked that.”

Another pause.

“I wish Sophia and Eddie could’ve made out.” You said, and the words suddenly felt heavy once they were out. You held your breath, and it felt like hours before his reply came. You flopped back onto the bed, your eyes fixed on the ceiling, heart beating hard in your chest.

“They still could.”

“The script isn’t even finished. It’ll be ages before we film again. What if I lose my ‘magic bullshit’?”

You heard him chuckle a little.

“I’m pretty sure it’s still there, Y/N.”

“I could still get you?”

“Y/N, you already have me.”

His voice was quiet now, and you frowned. What? Sitting up, you looked over to the couch, seeing him sitting forward, elbows resting on his knees and head dropped down. His eyes were fixed on the carpet again. There was a very faint smile on his lips.

“I do?” You asked quietly, and he nodded slowly. He still wouldn't look at you.

“I used to think about it a lot, how your lips felt against mine… I couldn’t figure out afterwards whether it had just been acting or if you’d felt it too. Drove me crazy. Then after, we’d had scenes apart from each other, wrapped a week later and then didn’t see you for ages. I just pushed it out of my mind. Auditioned for this, got cast, came over for filming and then there you were again. It was like being hit by a car.” He blew out a breath.

“Like, a Smart car? Or like a taxi?” You tried to joke.

“It was like being hit by a fucking bus.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

A few minutes passed by quietly as Joe’s confession stayed in the air. You breathed in deeply, holding it for a second before releasing, and pushed yourself up off the bed. Your feet were quiet against the carpeted floor as you made your way over to the sofa, stopping to stand in front of him.

“We could always just… pick up where we left off..?” The proposal hung between you. He looked up at you and you just about melted. A small curl had come loose and hung down over his forehead and his eyes met yours.

“Where we left off?”

You nodded, reaching a hand out towards him. He hesitated for a second before his skin met yours. The tips of his fingers brushed against your own before he took your hand and stood. He swallowed thickly, now looking down a little from his height to keep his eyes on yours.

“I think I’d need a refresher of the scene…” He smiled as though he was joking, but his eyes had darkened and his tongue darted out to wet his lips. You looked up at him, pulling his hand round and placing it against your lower back.

“Well, I’m fairly sure you didn’t have this on.” Your voice was quiet but strong as you pulled at his shirt. He smiled down at you before removing his hand and pulling his shirt off over his head, dropping it to the floor. His hands, both this time, went back to pull you closer by your waist and he chuckled.

“You next?”

“That was your job.”

A single heartbeat passed before his lips met yours, hungry and searching. You moaned in surprise and want, your hands wrapping around his back and pressing against his skin, just as soft and beautiful as you had remembered. He pulled back a little, but stayed close enough that his nose was brushing yours as he spoke against your lips.

“Tell me if this stops being ok, ok?” He asked, eyes searching yours for even a hint of concern.

“Joe, this is more than ok.” You said, before crashing your lips against his again. His hands roamed your body and he backed up a little.

His legs hit the edge of the bed and he fell onto his back. You moved to straddle him as his hands searched for the hem of your shirt, and he found it. He broke the kiss to pull it up and over your head…

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helloliriels · 7 months

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ANTAGONISH

"As I was walking up the stair,

. I met a man who wasn't there.

He wasn't there again today.

. I wish, I wish ... he'd go away."

. - William a Hughes Mearns

John had stepped into the flat only a handful of times since Sherlock's demise.

The pain of memories ... happy, whole, perfect memories ... too much to bear.

It was empty now. Their flat.

. Theirs.

. And it had been.

Once.

John steeled himself for what he was to face - going up those seventeen steps ...

The unshakable feeling that if he was just to turn around ... ?

Sherlock would be right behind him.

Coming up the stairs.

That if he turned back around ... Sherlock would be before him.

Beckoning him home.

John huffed a laugh.

Foolish.

His childish imagination.

But the last time he had been here, he could have sworn ...

He took one last look around to confirm that the hall and the landing were, in fact, empty.

Then he took a firm step forward. One.

Then two. Three.

He paused.

The hair on the back of his neck rising.

Shaking his head against the urge to look.

Don't turn around ...

. Don't turn around ...

. Don't turn.

He took another step.

Willing himself to keep moving.

A creak on a stair below him.

He isn't there ...

The echo of a step ...

Stop it!

John froze. Willing his eyes to stay downcast on his own shoes. He studied them. As worn and haphazard as his hope ...

Then forced himself once more, to move.

Three more steps. Two more steps. One.

His hand reached out for the door to 221B.

He took a deep breath.

This time the step behind him on the stair, was unmistakable ...

As was the fall of a large hand onto the wooden railing below.

"Sherlock?"

John spoke the name aloud before he could stop himself.

The stairwell was silent.

John's grip on the door handle tightened.

The tears stinging at the corners of his eyes ...

He took another deep breath.

His imagination.

Just his imagination ...

A wild, hopeful, god damned wishful and desperately-longing-for-all-of-this-to-be-just-a-magic-trick imagination ... begging the universe not for an empty stairwell ...

... but for an empty grave.

"I asked you for one more miracle," John told the air.

Oddly. The confession seemed to help quiet his nerves.

He looked up. Pinpointing the light of the setting sun.

"I asked you not to be dead."

He knew the words were final. Closure.

Somehow ... the air in the hall itself, held its breath ...

Then he heard a gasp.

And a heavy step below him.

Accompanied by the very real feeling ... Unmistakable.

That of a warm hand moving along a polished wooden rail. The slightest friction echoing up the stairs ...

John tried to steady his heart rate. His pulse thrumming in his ears, nearly drowning out the sound ... If it even had been real ...?

Sherlock's voice broke the silence next, barely a whisper ...

. "I heard you."

It sounded unsteady ... shaky ...

. fragile ... ?

Like a ghost.

But the next thing he heard was a very real hiss of pain, shattering his illusions ... even as he felt the thud of a body collapsing onto the stairs below.

John was down the stairs in seconds.

Gathering the long-missing detective into his arms. Every sense taking in and cataloguing what his eyes could not yet believe ...

(... continued below the cut)

"Sherlock? Oh, God - Sherlock!" John cradled his friend closer, rocking him into a better position where he could check him for wounds ... for anything he could do to help alleviate his pain ...?

He couldn't make out was cause of Sherlock's distress, but the man was fading into unconsciousness.

"Just ... hold on, Sherlock!" John commanded hauling Sherlock up into his arms.

Despite Sherlock's thin stature, he had been almost pure muscle before, but now ... John didn't want to think about how Sherlock could have lost this much weight in the time he had been away?

He was real. He was here. That was all that mattered.

John found the strength to carry whatever weight Sherlock had, gladly.

Upstairs, he tucked Sherlock into a bed that lay fitted and ready for use as if he had never left it ... and then stared at the sight in wonder.

Sherlock was alive. Sherlock was home.

John felt Sherlock shift and those crystal blue eyes blinked open for a moment. He could see Sherlock fought against the sleep that desperately wanted to overtake him.

How tired was he ... ?

John shushed him and managed to settle him back down. Watching as his friend's demeanor relaxed. His eyes closed, and his breathing evened out ...

Seconds passed. Minutes.

Maybe hours.

When John felt Sherlock's hand reach out in his sleep ... and grasp for his hand.

"... John, I ..."

The baritone voice poured into John's veins. Hot liquid. More valuable than blood. More heady than pure oxygen. Speeding up his heart rate again ...

"... I heard you," Sherlock sighed with relief, "I heard you ..."

John sighed too.

. Sherlock was dreaming.

This time ... John knew he wasn't the only one wishing for an empty grave. A successful magic trick.

They were both experiencing a miracle.

John gripped Sherlock's hand firmly, caressing the knuckles as he watched his miracle ...

. Sleep.

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bonny-kookoo · 1 year

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But Ninny, just imagine lock me up mc going into preheat and defective Yoongi gets all protective over her 🥺 anon was onto something with that heat ask honestly 😮‍💨 jk jk….unless 👀

You're antsy again, right when he'd thought he'd gotten you comfortable enough so you wouldn't try and escape anymore.

But your little outdoor adventures aren't of the usual kind either- you definitely stay in close proximity to his home, never even reach the streets, always rather roaming the rooftops, and he can see on his little GPS tracker on his laptop that you're somewhat pacing around.

Something's off, and he needs to know what.

When he reaches the rooftops, it's a little windy. Not too chilly, but a nice fresh wind blows, sun setting- and there you are, rolling on your back in the bright golden sun. "You're getting your clothes dirty." He comments, and your tail snaps up at his words, as you roll again to sit on your knees now, some dead leaves caught in your hair- but one flick of your ear and its gone with the wind, while you look at him like you're conflicted.

"I wanna sleep here tonight." You tell him, and his brows lower in confusion.

He's keeping his distance- both because he's not sure if you'll try and jump because down the line it wouldn't surprise him considering your rather... spontaneous nature, and also because your body language screams at him to stay away.

"Its gonna be cold." He tries to reason. "Why'd you wanna sleep outside?" He wants to know, and you become nervous at that, moving your legs around a little to adjust the position in which you're sitting-

And that's when the wind turns a but, making him catch your scent.

Oh.

"Yeah well- you know.." you stammer, nervous. "Even if- you know, you pick up stuff for me, it'll take almost an entire day to, you know, make me not stink anymore.." you mumble more or less, not looking at him.

"You don't stink, idiot." He clicks his tongue, before sighing. This isn't something he'd planned ahead for. "I can still go downtown and pick some shit up if you tell me what you typically take, and I promise my hands stay to myself at night." He tells you.

"Hm yeah cause it's easy for you.." You say almost disappointed.

"What do you mean?" He wants to know, and you turn around at that, your back facing him as you hug your legs.

"Nothin'." You huff stubbornly. "Go get me some Feline Help, or ChangeWay, I don't care which you choose." You mumble almost incoherently into your knees, drawing something in the dirt on the ground with a stick.

"Both of those are-" he argues instantly, well aware that both brands will leave you with heavy side effects, but now you snap your head around, hissing at him.

"Just go! Leave me!" You yell at him, and he forgives your behavior for once because it's not really in your control right now. Preheat can be extremely stressful to hybrids especially when you're used to being on medication for it usually.

Though he has a feeling there's got to be a reason you're especially on edge with him. You should be the exact opposite- so why do you seem to absolutely despise his presence right now?

"Can I leave you here without having to run after you to God knows where after I come back?" He asks, and you glare at him actually angry this time.

"I'm not stupid, Detective Min." You make sure to pronounce his job title and name especially as you talk. "I'm a walking bullseye target for anyone other than you." You huff, and he squints his eyes at that.

"I see." He suddenly says, relaxing. "I get it now."

"Oh my GOD just go and get my drugs, leave!" You yell now, throwing a small rock at him- though you only prove his point, because you clearly intentionally miss him by a lot, no intention to hurt him despite your bitter tone.

"Dont worry, I'll get them." He says, not walking closer, but taking off his jacket before he throws it at you. "But you're wrong, just so you know." He has the audacity to smirk, especially when you grow wide eyed and surprised, entire world view shifted as he gives you an answer to a question you didn't even ask, while he walks back down the metal stairs to his apartment, leaving you alone with your thoughts and his scent around you.

He's absolutely not interested in you-

Or so you thought, it seems.

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hells-wells · 1 year

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Don't Blame The Movies 12

Billy watches you and Randy, and filled with Jealously, he sneaks into your room.

------Warnings------- So, so many! Spicy Chapter so be warned there is; reader receiving oral, fingering, Billy receiving oral Pairings////////// Billy X Reader, Billy X Stu X Reader/////////// And, Yes I had to use the Billy licking his finger gif XD

You and Randy stood on the front porch, the late afternoon sun was shining bright.

“So, you’re defiantly coming tonight?”

“Hmm, I guess so.”

“Alright, I’ll meet you there?”

Rolling your eyes “Oh my god Randy, Yes, ok?!”

He backed up but with a smile, holding his hands up “Hey, I’m just making sure.”

—--------------------------

Washing your hair, the bathroom door opened slightly “We’re heading out, we’ll be at the Connors if you need us!” your mom’s voice called out.

“Alright.”

Staying in for another 15 minutes before stepping out, lightly running the towel over your hair, then your body, wrapping it tightly. Making your way towards your bedroom, you walk into the dark space, not noticing a dark shadow waiting.

—------------------------ Billy’s POV—-------------------

“What the hell was Geek doing here?” Billy’s icy voice hissed.

Y/n jumped, quickly turning a lamp on to find him sitting on the bed, she sighed annoyed “What are you doing in here?” Watching as she folded her arms, unintentionally pushing her chest up. I huffed, standing up, and walking towards her “There’s a killer on the loose and you’re letting anyone in… I was checking on you when I saw Geek here.”

Is Y/n fucking playing dumb?

“He wanted to go through a list of suspects.”

Shit.

I tried holding back but a small laugh escaped “And you think he can be trusted? That he isn’t just trying to fuck you?”

Raising her eyebrows “Why do you care?” she counted “The over-protective friend thing is getting old.”

The smell of her soap hit me as she walked past, closing my eyes for a moment taking it in “You don’t seem to mind it any other time”

Mmm, fuck.

“Yeah, well It’s getting old.”

I smile “Bullshit.” Y/n’s hair is still wet, causing the water drops to run down her body, that towel didn’t hide a thing.

She doesn’t answer, closing in on my prey “Is that all we are?”

Y/n backs into the wall.

The atmosphere suddenly changed.

Her voice barely above a whisper, Y/n stammers “Isn’t that what you want?”

“I want to see you.” My eyes roam her body as I gently pull the towel open, taking in a sharp breath as I trace my fingers down, feeling Y/n’s warm skin. I watch closely for any reluctance, my smirk growing upon seeing the blush that’s now covering her face. Leaning in, my lips ghost over yours, I decided to wait “Better than I’ve imagined.” Hearing her scoff sets something off inside “Don’t believe me?” she shakes her head in answer “You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about you… How many times I’ve had to hold myself back from crossing any lines…”

I’m slightly taken aback when Y/n leans forward, closing the distance between us. The kiss started as soft and gentle, taking control it becomes deep and rough, and we both fought for dominance before she pulls away, out of breath “So have I.”

I moan into another kiss while pressing my body into Y/n’s, my hands start to roam, starting from her waist, travelling up, not stopping until both hands roughly fondle both breasts, my thumbs drawing circles around the hardening buds, while hers held onto the back of my hair.

“Hmmm fuck.” Gently rocking my groin into hers, hearing a small moan escape her lips it takes everything to hold myself back.

Stepping back, I fully take in the view “I want to taste you.” my voice husky, dripped with desire.

Y/n’s confused face stared for a moment “You just did.”

I could feel a smirk appear once again, dropped to my knees, keeping eye contact “Not there… I want to taste your pussy” grabbing her thigh and draping it over my shoulder “I haven’t even touched you” My tongue starts from her slit, moving slowly up, only stopping at her clit, only for a moment before sucking on it.

“Fuuuck! Mmmmm, aggggh! Bil-Billy” y/n moans out as she starts rocking her hips back and forth.

Adding a finger as I work my tongue, keeping up the pace until I feel her legs start to shake, the other nearly slipping. Standing up, I lead her towards the bed “Lay down.”

“I want to see you too.” I take off my white top, and Y/n’s eyes roam my body “Better.”

she lays, a little too far up, and grabbing her hips he pulls her down.

As I’m going between sucking to licking, my hand roams up to play with her hard nipple, grabbing and pinching it, she moans.

So fucking tight…

Adding a third finger it isn’t long until her walls tighten around my fingers, her body starts to shake, and her fingers find their way into my hair, taking a handful “Ah-Mmm, Billy, FUCK!” her moans fill the room as she comes undone on my fingers, trying to catch her breath, she watches as I suck the juices off them “Mmm, you taste good.” Dropping down next to her.

Her face is bright red “Re-really?”

I nod, grabbing her face to bring her in for another kiss. Her hands race down my chest to my belt buckle, grabbing her hands to stop her “Not yet…” she looks taken aback, confused “You don’t want to?”

“More than anything but if you want, I wouldn’t mind something else.”

She smiles “I want to.” she kisses her way down my body while her hands start working my hard cock, using the pre-cum as lube. Her tongue starts from the base working its way to the tip, drawing circles before taking the whole length down her throat, bopping up and down, hands pumping at the same time. I’m already worked up from earlier and it doesn’t take long before I feel my body tighten, releasing hot fluid into her mouth, and swallowing it all.

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satancopilotsmytardis · 1 month

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Sex toys in public? Like having Dabi wear something under his clothes whilst in a meeting which’ll vibrate when he tries to join in, or ask a question ;)

"Firefly," Dabi knows he's fucked as soon as he hears Tomura's tone.

"We have a meeting in twenty minutes." He never thought he would be the one to have to dissuade his lover from sex in favor of work, but Shigaraki is way hornier now that his brain is not constantly swimming through his repressed trauma. Duster still catches his hips as he pulls out his clothes from their closet, as if he's going to wear anything besides his uniform while they're working. His lips go over his bare shoulder as he murmurs against his skin,

"It's going to be a boring meeting." It will be. This meeting is all keeping up to date on Detnerat and the Hearts and Minds party. All old MLA junk that they just like to be informed about, but not needing any of their input or oversight. Which means this will be painfully boring.

"You're the one who wanted to keep these on the schedule."

He hums in agreement. "But I can think of a way to make it more fun for us both." A hand moves to his ass, squeezing and making Dabi's nerves start to perk up and take an interest.

"We can't," but it's only barely a protest. They haven't played in public very often, not since Kamino, but he ended up being way more into that play than he thought he would be. Duster's lips latch onto the side of his neck, licking and sucking at his skin as he grinds into his ass so Dabi can feel that he's half hard and so, so fucking tempting. "Toga's snitch nose--"

"Toga already texted and said she's 'sick' and not going to be at the meeting today. Now, do you want to play, or do you want to keep making excuses and not get a chance to cum before we leave?"

Dabi whimpers and rocks back into his lover. "I wanna play."

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Duster does let him cum, panting and trembling as he fingers him open and strokes his prostate as he murmurs a constant string of filth in his ear and then he uses a little more lube and slips a solid, medium sized plug into his body. It makes him fuller, not as full as his lover's cock, but still so good all the same. He's hazy and still desperate for more as Tomura pulls away and cleans him up, making him get dressed. Putting on the leather pants is torture, but he imagines that Tomura's not having a much better time with his cock half hard as he gets dressed too, but the large coat he always wears around during work hides him as well as Dabi's jacket does for him. The problem is, it's hot to be in all of those clothes when his quirk is already high from his need and arousal both. He doesn't know how he's going to get through this meeting without falling apart.

Especially not when they're only just walking out of their room when Tomura turns the vibrations on and Dabi nearly drops to the floor right there. As is, his legs are shaking badly as his lover catches his arm with a smug, "Come on, precious, we're going to be late.

"You're a bastard and I hate you."

"Don't get mouthy, firefly, or I'll ask Re-Destro to go over the budget reports too."

Torture. Dabi shuts his mouth and walks the best he can, and by the time they get to the meeting room he's glad that he gets to sit. He goes and sits in his chair without so much as a mumbled greeting and opens up his laptop so he can slump down and mostly hide behind it as he squeezes his thighs tight like that will distract from the vibrator moving inside of him.

Once they're all seated, Re-Destro gets started with the meeting, and thank fucking god he doesn't have to say a thing during it, because Dabi is certain that his voice would tremble and give him away immediately. As is, he's having such a hard time not squirming around as Tomura clicks the vibe to a higher setting. He can't hear the toy, though he's convinced he should be able to, positive that everyone else must be able to, as it tries to make his world unravel at the seams. It's a constant buzz for the time being, and he hopes that after a little while, he won't be feeling it so intensely anymore. Dabi tries to stay focused, to keep his breaths even, and the presentation goes on.

He's not expecting Tomura to turn the plug to his favorite pattern so quickly. The one that hits him with four short pulses at the highest intensity, before hitting the fifth and holding there for a few seconds before cycling low again and starting from the top. It goes from the second lowest intensity to the highest in a second and Dabi has to bite his lips hard to keep from crying out, nearly putting his head through his keyboard as he doubles over and his cock goes from half hard to aching and straining the seam of his pants in a matter of seconds.

"Uh, Dabs, you okay man?" Spinner asks and he wants to light himself on fire.

"F-fine."

"...You sure? You're smoking, dude."

Shit, shit, shit. "Fine. Just a headache. Keep going, I'm fine." He manages to sound unphased and actually forces himself to shrug out of his coat to try and get some relief from the heat. The others are still glancing over at him, but he pretends he's focusing on his notes again.

According to the little clock on the side of his screen he lasts five more minutes before Duster changes the pattern again to a constant cycle of hard high bursts that doesn't offer his sore prostate any relief at all, and trying to shift a little in his seat only ruins him more when it puts a sharper pressure along that bundle of nerves instead of taking it off. He sees Twice glance at him and knows that he can't draw any more attention by moving again, so he has to stay there as he feels himself leaking all inside of his pants. He's sure his underwear are soaked with precum at this point, and his thighs are shaking. He is barely breathing because every breath wants to turn into a moan and he can't, he absolutely isn't going to give himself away. He couldn't survive seeing the others look at him if he does.

But Tomura wants him to break, and the pattern changes again and the silicone starts to heat inside of him. His insides are already boiling and the constant buzz at max speed is too much. Dabi hides his face in his elbow as he pretends to cough as he can't fight it any longer, and his cock gives a pathetic twitch crushed in the confines of the tight leather and paints the inside with his spend, soaking him and leaving him humiliatingly sticky.

"Shit dude, you sound terrible."

"And you're red, do you have a fever? What? He looks fine to me!"

"Do you?" Tomura's voice is soft and even with false concern and if Dabi weren't desperately trying to not show that he's trembling through the aftermath of his orgasm as the plug keeps moving, he would have set him on fire. But right now he can't move, or say anything out of fear of taking a breath and sobbing as he goes so sharply overstimulated that his cock isn't even softening, staying half hard and hurting so badly because he can't possibly cum again so soon, but his body doesn't know what else to do but try to build to it while the pleasure keeps coursing through him. Duster moves over to him, pushing his hair back from his forehead and putting their foreheads together, a smug mirth shining in his eyes as he sees the desperation in Dabi's. "Hmm, you do feel hotter than normal."

"You can tell?" Spinner backtracks as soon as the words are out of his mouth. "Never mind, of course you can. He was working with Toga yesterday, wasn't he? Maybe he caught whatever she has."

"Could be." Tomura hums again, consideringly. "Have there been any other major developments that we should be aware of?" He asks Re-Destro.

"No, Grand Commander, we've covered the most important items on today's agenda."

"Alright, then why don't you compose a report for us, and we can call the meeting here today. I want to take him back to bed."

Evil conniving bastard.

"I--" he loses his words with a low whine as Tomura cycles to a new pattern before he tucks his phone back into his pocket and reaches for his elbow to start to help him up.

"You're definitely not 'fine', dude, go get some rest." Because of course everyone would buy that he's sick and trying to work anyway. Tomura pulls him up and Dabi stumbles, scared that somehow they'll see the mess he's made of himself or his half-hard cock as he does.

"Oh, firefly, are you feeling faint? Come here." And before he can protest, Tomura is handing him his coat back, and then picking him up. Dabi can't do anything but curl in tighter against his chest as the new angle lets the plug settle against a new spot and start humming its pleasure there. Tomura thanks the others for their work and carries him towards the door with the promise of 'taking good care' of him.

"Feel better soon! I don't think he was sick at all!"

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Chapter 003

He promised he'd be here. It’s the only reason you came to this club with your friend when you got the invitation to Hendery’s birthday bash.

“I can’t believe he would do that to me. Yah, are you listening to me?” Your friend, Hyemi, is chattering on about the guy who ghosted her, but you’re not even listening.

You can’t.

“Uh huh.”

“Like fuck you are. You’re just looking for Jeno.” She rolled her eyes. Looking around the club, she waved to a few of the NCT members that noticed her. “Over here!”

Your gaze is locked with that one person in the crowd—your boyfriend. He sets your heart on fire, and he gets your heart racing with just the anticipation of him being around. Your panties are soaked just watching him sip his drink.

“Well damn, Jeno looks good today.” Looking in the same direction, Hyemi nodded her head. “You think he dressed for the guys? Or for you?”

“Oh shut up.” You nudge your friend as she lets out a laugh.

You watched as he talked with Johnny and Taeyong. Watched as he casually stretched his arms, his naked skin peeking from under his sheer top. You bit your bottom lip, turning to give Hendery, Haechan, and Ten a hug.

“Wow, you look like you’re dressed to kill, Y/N.” Hendery gave you a once over, his eyes roaming your body. “I’m sure he’ll enjoy it.”

"Yeah, with the way they're both dressed, they're not keeping their hands to themselves tonight." Hyemi nodded.

“What’s with everyone knowing about mine and Jeno’s sex life?” You scowled, running a hand through your hair.

“Come on,” Ten shook his head. “You two are always giving each other horny stares.”

“And then fuck like bunnies.” Haechan laughed.

“Haechan, hush.” You slapped his shoulder, hearing as he complained to Hyemi that you hurt him.

You feel eyes burning into you.

He's already mentally undressing you. There is nothing subtle about his sex appeal, nothing mild about his cock’s need for you. He’s horny for a fuck and you know it.

You bet he’s hard as a rock in his pants. If he isn’t, well, you’d have to get down on your knees to do something about that.

He gives you the signal you wanted. A nod toward the left. The obvious mating call makes you shiver from head to toe. There’s something about him. It sets alight every arousable fiber in you. You can't fight it.

“I’ll be back in a sec!” You snap at your friend, leaving her shocked as you walk through the crowds. She shrugs and continues to talk to Hendery, Ten and Haechan, muttering something about you going to find Jeno.

When you follow your boyfriend, there’s nothing stopping you…

The bar is bustling, and when he pulls you through a glass door, you finally speak. “Whose office is this?”

“A friend of mine.” He growls as he crushes your body between his body and the wall. You moan at the sting, and his words ring in your ears.

“Are you sure we can be in here?” You asked.

Jeno nodded, his lips finding yours. “Hmmm, he doesn’t mind. Besides, all the hyungs bring girls here.”

“To fuck?” You raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah to fuck." Jeno chuckled, his deep laugh making your whole body tremble. “Right now, I want to fuck you.”

His cock digs into your navel through your clothes, and it’s just the way you like it—hard. His hands rush over you, clutching your back, your neck, dragging your face upward as he traps your lip between his teeth.

He’s undoing the zipper down the back of your dress. At the same moment, his free hand travels up the hem and strokes your pussy. He bites your lower lip and the ache makes you want more. You claw at his back.

“Fuck, Jeno. Fuck.”

He chuckles, dragging a trail of kisses down your jaw, to your ear, to your neck. He yanks the dress off and covers a nipple with his mouth.

“Oh god!” You arch your back, and cry out as he yanks you forward, throwing you onto the large office desk. “That feels so good Jeno.”

A wild fantasy you never imagined you’d get to live. Curled over an office desk, your dress crumpled around your waist, his hand lands on your ass. The sting radiates through skin and flesh. You’ve barely recovered from the blazing hot burn when his cock slides down your crack.

You push your hips out to rush him. But as usual, he toys with you, plays with you. Pinching your pussy lightly, he drags his cock over your ass-cheeks, down the crack, poking at the wetness to tease and madden…

You’re blind, your face on the desk, your arms spread out as you jut your ass out for him to take. Begging him without saying a word, you want him. His thick perfect cock gliding in you. The temptation for friction of his thrusts is overwhelming your senses.

The warm heat of his cock is a craving you’ve had for a week. Waiting for him to return, you’ve rubbed your pussy raw in memory of him. Making yourself cum because his cock and his tongue weren’t available to get the job done.

Now here he is. You don’t want to wait another moment.

“Get the fuck inside me, Jeno!” You scream.

He yanks your head back by a handful of your hair, stunning you breathless. It arches your back, pinning you at just the right angle to take his cock.

One hard thrust and he slams into you. The edge of the desk digs into your thighs, stinging. The dull ache between your legs, the stinging in your scalp, the friction of your body grinding on the oak desk. It all plays the perfect symphony.

The club DJ matches the tempo of your boyfriend’s thrusts, and just when you thought you’d scream your lungs out, he turns your head sideways.

“Fuck!” You’re watching your reflection, spread out and fucked on a desk…the large mirror is the perfect sight.

His hips clench with every thrust. Your ass and thighs rippling as he lunges in you. The harshness on his face is divine. The way he bends over to kiss your neck lends perfect softness to his hard, sexual façade. His strong hands stroke your waist, your ass.

You're a mess, sure, but so is he. He looks like a man who's crazed. There’s nothing he wants more than to fuck you, here, in this office.

Your body is meant for him, a mold crafted specifically for him. You revel in the sounds of his pleasure. A storm builds in your thighs, and you trust he’ll get you off before he fills you to the brim with his cum.

You match the rhythm of his thrusts. Pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts halfway, making him slam harder and deeper. Your orgasm rages wild as you claw at the desk and shudder underneath him.

You’re still shivering when he pulls you, yanking you around and lifting you onto the edge of the desk.

Grabbing your wrists, he hands you his wet cock. “Go on.”

Delirious, you clasp the divine offering. It’s pulsating between your hands as you squeeze gently, gliding your hands back and forth. His lips press onto your forehead. Then he simply holds your gaze, looking into your soul as you fist his cock.

When he cums, his teeth bared, his arms flexed, his torso jerks as hot gushes of his cum spill over your thighs, streaming over your belly and lacing though your fingers.

The scent of him, the taste of him, lingers long after he helps you clean up with a towel. Without a word, he leaves the office.

On wobbly legs, you walk back into the midst of the bustling club. Your heart races at the realization that you got so perfectly, roughly fucked, merely a few feet away from oblivious strangers.

You want to do it again. And again. But Jeno always keeps you waiting for more.

And you loved that about him.

You can hardly wait for him to come back. Maybe this time, you’ll make some kinky demands. After all, he's the only one who can fulfill your wildest fantasies. Who else are you going to ask anyway?

You found your friend sitting at one of the booths shamelessly flirting with Mark. Sliding into the booth across from her, she shot you a curious look before rolling her eyes. She knew what you were up to.

“Don’t tell me that you and Jeno fucked?” Mark raised an eyebrow, probably noticing the grin on your face.

“I thought you didn’t want to know what we got up to?” You questioned back, your friend laughing. “Why the sudden curiosity?”

Mark shrugged. “Better that you fucked now instead of at the dorm.”

“You don’t even live with us at the dorm.” Jeno slid into the seat next to you, pushing a glass of water your way. He slid an arm around your shoulders, before kissing your temple. “You’re always with the hyungs and Haechan.”

“I still don’t need to know what ya’ll are doing.” Mark said. “It’s bad enough that nearly all the members know that you two have sex. All…the…damn…time you see each other.”

“They fucked didn’t they?” Jaehyun came up to the booth, amusement on his face. “Pay up Mark.”

"You guys made a bet?" Jeno asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. The other nodded their heads, speaking over each other about who participated and who won.

“Oh fuck me.” You muttered under your breath.

Jeno’s hand found your naked thigh, lighting squeezing. Leaning close to your ear, he muttered softly, yet loud enough for the others to hear. “Again? Baby, you’re killing me. Let's sneak out the back.”

You pushed his head away, his laughter ringing in your ears. “Fuck you, Lee Jeno."

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The Atlantic

in 1851, members of a California state militia called the Mariposa Battalion became the first white men to lay eyes on Yosemite Valley. The group was largely made up of miners. They had been scouring the western slopes of the Sierra when they happened upon the granite valley that Native peoples had long referred to as “the place of a gaping mouth.” Lafayette Bunnell, a physician attached to the militia, found himself awestruck. “None but those who have visited this most wonderful valley, can even imagine the feelings with which I looked upon the view,” he later wrote. “A peculiar exalted sensation seemed to fill my whole being, and I found my eyes in tears.” Many of those who have followed in Bunnell’s footsteps over the past 170 years, walking alongside the Merced River or gazing upon the god-rock of El Capitan, have been similarly struck by the sense that they were in the presence of the divine.

The Mariposa Battalion had come to Yosemite to kill Indians. Yosemite’s Miwok tribes, like many of California’s Native peoples, were obstructing a frenzy of extraction brought on by the Gold Rush. And whatever Bunnell’s fine sentiments about nature, he made his contempt for these “overgrown, vicious children” plain:

Any attempt to govern or civilize them without the power to compel obedience, will be looked upon by barbarians with derision … The savage is naturally vain, cruel and arrogant. He boasts of his murders and robberies, and the tortures of his victims very much in the same manner that he recounts his deeds of valor in battle.

When the roughly 200 men of the Mariposa Battalion marched into Yosemite, armed with rifles, they did not find the Miwok eager for battle. While the Miwok hid, the militiamen sought to starve them into submission by burning their food stores, souring the valley’s air with the smell of scorched acorns. On one particularly bloody day, some of the men came upon an inhabited village outside the valley, surprising the Miwok there. They used embers from the tribe’s own campfires to set the wigwams aflame and shot at the villagers indiscriminately as they fled, murdering 23 of them. By the time the militia’s campaign ended, many of the Miwok who survived had been driven from Yosemite, their homeland for millennia, and forced onto reservations.

Thirty-nine years later, Yosemite became the fifth national park. (Yellowstone, which was granted that status in 1872, was the first.) The parks were intended to be natural cathedrals: protected landscapes where people could worship the sublime. They offer Americans the thrill of looking back over their shoulder at a world without humans or technology. Many visit them to find something that exists outside or beyond us, to experience an awesome sense of scale, to contemplate our smallness and our ephemerality. It was for this reason that John Muir, the father of modern conservationism, advocated for the parks’ creation.

More than a century ago, in the pages of this magazine, Muir described the entire American continent as a wild garden “favored above all the other wild parks and gardens of the globe.” But in truth, the North American continent has not been a wilderness for at least 15,000 years: Many of the landscapes that became national parks had been shaped by Native peoples for millennia. Forests on the Eastern Seaboard looked plentiful to white settlers because American Indians had strategically burned them to increase the amount of forage for moose and deer and woodland caribou. Yosemite Valley’s sublime landscape was likewise tended by Native peoples; the acorns that fed the Miwok came from black oaks long cultivated by the tribe. The idea of a virgin American wilderness—an Eden untouched by humans and devoid of sin—is an illusion.

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'At Your Service'

Pairing: Beidou/Ningguang

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Warnings/tags: Smut, fluff elements, cunnilingus, drunk ningguang, slight overstim, shoutout lesbians gotta be my fav gender

Word count: 2k+

Explicit content under the cut

Alas, Beidou had been seeking to sail the familiar feeling of the salty seas rocking her ship back and forth in jubilee. It's been a while since she's toured the roaring waters, so she figured why not schedule it when her crew gets back from their daily lives with their families?

"Ya know, it's been forever. Why don't we set sail as soon as we can, yeah? Get the boys and girls back together for some stormy fun, eh?!"

The remaining boat mates that stick around to help out with maintenance cheer on as their Captain never fails to get them hyped up for a long trip to God-knows-where.

"How 'bout this Friday? I say we get ahead while we can, huh?"

More cheers of agreement fill Liyue's famous bar from the rest.

"Hey, Captain? You've been summoned by the Tianquan."

Beidou's laughter comes to an abrupt stop upon hearing Ningguang's official title. It's not unlikely that she gets summoned, but it hasn't happened in a long time. Ningguang has only done this twice and both were for help in picking an outfit for an important event she had to be in. There hasn't been one in ages. So, what could it be this time?

"Did she say when?"

"It seems urgent. The teller said she told her, and I quote, 'Tell her I need her right now more than ever'"

With that, Beidou turned to everybody sitting at the table, "We'll talk about the details later. Meeting adjourned!"

She paid the tab and nearly ran out of the door with her coat halfway on her body.

After a 20 minute brisk walk and teleportation device to the Jade Chamber, the guards nodded at her well known face and let her right into the hallway that leads to Ningguang's room. Although, Beidou did wonder how "serious" this was as she overheard one of the guards behind her say "Who gave her that Shōchū anyway?"

As Beidou gets closer to the most well designed door she remembers that her girlfriend, the great Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing, is a lightweight. She chuckles to herself imagining Ningguang messily sobbing about dropping her expensive lipstick on an easily washable handkerchief for 30 minutes straight.

Finally what felt like a long journey has come to an end. Beidou's coat in her arm started to become heavy. Why was she suddenly nervous? Probably because like she thought before, she hasn't been formally summoned in a while. She was about to knock when she heard noises on the other side of the door. Soft, repeated sounds, though irregular, every few seconds. Some gasps and sighs here and there too.

"My love..."

It was clearly Ningguang's voice with the way she slurred the words that were barely discernible

"Beidou...please..."

Knock knock

Beidou heard a gasp and shuffling behind the door before opening it herself, rightfully assuming it would be unlocked seeing as she was called here personally.

"Ning-"

"Hiiii I misfed you so mush~" Ningguang says as she jumps at Beidou with her arms around her neck, her words slurring together even more and her voice muffled in Beidou's coat. Clearly taken aback, as Beidou hugs her lover back she immediately takes notice that Ningguang is in fact completely naked with nothing but a robe on. Her hair seemed to be down for a while seeing as her hair jewelry was messily thrown onto her vanity table.

"Love, why are you naked?" Beidou says as she tries to pry the other off her so she can make sense of all this. Ningguang lets out sounds of protest before she comes to face to face with a very confused Beidou

"I missed you..."

"I heard that part, but is that all?" The brunette's concern was slowly melting as she comes to realize Ningguang was definitely touching herself to the thought of Beidou this whole time. Her cocky personality came crawling back as she lets her eyes rake over her nude body lazily covered by a long gold satin robe hanging off one of her shoulders.

"...You were thinking of me touching you, weren't you?" Ningguang instinctively rubbed her bare thighs together, now looking down at her hands. The now very apparent blush spread across her face.

Beidou was holding back the canned laughter when she watches the unfolding scene of Ningguang bare naked but getting shy when Beidou brings her classic smooth talk back. Increasing her unbreakable game, she lifts her chin and gets close enough to her face where their noses lightly brush each other.

"I need an answer-"

****"Fuck me"

Beidou's eyes widen as she can't help but laugh in response out of surprise. Then again, Ningguang gets 10 times as bold after half a bottle. Ningguang gasped and put a hand over her mouth as she was genuinely shocked at what she let slip in a moment of welcomed overwhelm, turning around and putting her face in her palms out of pure embarrassment.

"You are quite the bold one," Beidou says wiping a fake tear from her eye, wrapping her arms around the other with her hand dangerously close to her warmth, "But if it's what you wish...," Beidou plants a slow, meaningful kiss on her neck, "I am at your service."

Ningguang whines and guides Beidou's closer down below when Beidou speaks up again

"Did you summon me before or after you got drunk?," in other words, "Were you thinking of me under the influence or not?" The last thing she would ever do is take advantage of her while drunk. Luckily though, Ningguang is starting to clearly sober up.

"Before...Why?"

"Just had to make sure. Do I have full permission to ravish you, ***my love? To do what I so please with your precious and delicate body?," as she spoke she caressed Ningguang's hips, giving them a light squeeze in adornment.

She turned around and kissed the brunette, "Whatever you so please, my liege," she replies as she takes Beidou's coat off and pulled her by the collar to deliver another kiss but this time longer and more passionate. Beidou ends up laying in between her legs all while stripping half naked to match. With both hands on the sides of Ningguang's head, Beidou hovers over her and says,

*****"Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing, what will my first order of personal service be?"

Ningguang lightly chuckles and responds, "Hmm...surely I couldn't let you leave with an empty stomach. I order a feast on your royal lover."

"You got into character mighty fast. Have you been waiting for something like this to happen?"

"Since I first laid eyes on you," she responds looking Beidou dead in the eyes. The boldness makes its comeback it seems

"Hm. As you wish," Beidou ends her sentence with a peck on the lips, but keeps the trail going down the body. From the cheek to the neck, collar bones to ribs, and the small pooch that only Beidou gets to see -- she silently celebrates in her head.

She closes her lips over Ningguang's warmth. Her hot breath creating almost mocking patterns. Beidou grips the flesh of Ningguang's thighs in between her fingers, damn near tearing up at the beautiful sight of such grace, splayed out in front of her so desperately, but elegantly.

She places not only kisses, but bites and even some hickeys on the top part of her inner thigh. She's well aware that Ningguang still wears dresses that show a little leg, so she's considerate while showcasing her clear possessiveness.

This drives Ningguang across galaxies.

The other squirms under her touch, just ready to get ate already by her definite future wife.

"I know, I know. I'm getting there." Beidou softly reassured her

She licks a quick but firm stripe to elicit a reaction and boy, did that work. Her tongue felt like it was on fire, but the kind of fire that immediately sparked something in Ningguang from that simple and short gesture.

Beidou says nothing and licks again, this time attaching her mouth to Ningguang's clit to going back and forth between the sweet and salty taste of her folds.

A few licks in and Beidou's already pussy-drunk. She was already completely aware that her relationship with Ningguang was to be kept under wraps until she was ready, which is fine because Beidou travels a lot anyway. But man oh man did she miss this. She missed the late nights she got to hang out and hold Ningguang until the crack of dawn. This didn't happen so much, but it was just enough given the time. Though, it's pretty obvious they're in love with each other by now. They just think they're slick.

Beidou had to keep herself grounded by kneading her thighs in between her fingers. The collection of Ningguang's moans of approval, to her light jolts from every time her tongue swept over her bud, to the millisecond she placed her hand on the back of her head to keep her steady. Her vision was getting fuzzy -- metaphorically -- as she remembered how much pleasure she gets from others feeling good from something she's done. Something about the pure bliss from other people due to her actions or words makes her pride and ego put shooting stars to shame.

Ningguang's thighs started shaking as she tried to close them, ultimately failing, and nearly getting ready to cry from how good she feels. This is likely why she got drunk. She didn't have the courage to ask for something like this unless it was a third party resource increasing her social skills. Her own fingers or custom made toys could never come even a minuscule close to Beidou. Too many nights she went to sleep only satisfied for 10 minutes before rolling over and dreaming of Liyue's favorite pirate.

Beidou didn't care that she was losing oxygen even a little. As long as the job gets done, her job is fulfilled.

Ningguang's cries of pleasure grow louder -- luckily her room is around a more closed off area -- causing Beidou to lick faster and messier, unable to control the absolute fascination. A few rocks of Ningguang's hips sent herself into overdrive, bringing her to the long awaited climax she's needed for quite a long time now.

Oh, but Beidou didn't stop. What kind of service would she be if she bailed out at the earliest opportunity? Pish posh.

Don't think Ningguang didn't notice Beidou so nicely letting her ride out her much needed high on her tongue and her tongue only. It always made Ningguang wonder if Beidou's mouth was a magic relic sent from heaven.

She backed up slowly as the other finally opened her shaking thighs again. The brunette licked up the remnants on her lips and chin, super impressed with how barely any cum got on Ningguang's thighs and mostly on her lips.

Perfection.

Ningguang wasted no time pulling Beidou up again for a deep kiss. She really does love her and she must know that this instant.

Beidou pulls away, brushing the parts of her bangs sticking to her forehead already.

"I have an idea, but with your grant of course," Beidou always did love role play.

Ningguang just nods and rubs Beidou's cheek with her thumb.

"You remember that glowy, vibrating strap I bought you? I know you haven't used it, waiting for me to come back," Beidou pauses to see if she would interject, but they both knew how that would end. What appears to be out of nowhere, Beidou pulls it out and waves it around between her middle finger and thumb, a smug look creeping upon her face.

Ningguang just stares in awe, "How did you find-"

"It was literally standing up on your vanity table. I thought, 'I surely see where this night is about to go.' You ready, madame?"

"Born ready. I am more than ready, I'm so ready I cou-," she gasped and bit hard on her bottom lip, trying not to yell out in immediate pleasure. In one swift motion Beidou ties it around her and puts it inside her with the remote in her left hand. Somehow her other clothes came off in the process too. She turns it on the first setting, wraps Ningguang's legs around her waist and hovers over her, saying,

"Get ready for the night of your life."

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