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Hi lovely! Thank you so much for your compliments! I saw your request to keep your description private, so this little ss is just for a bit of context. A tiny fun fact, I'm an infp too! ♡

I ship you with Sam Winchester! Now im only on the first season of the show so I may be wrong about his type, but I think he would be attracted to you physically (yes I know Jessica was blonde but yknow). Your interest in reading would greatly appeal to Sam and the fact you love mysteries is something he loves as well, and you'll often stroke his hair while he talks about a new case with you and you do your best to offer a new perspective that he may have not considered. Your love for learning is something Sam would adore, and he'd love to listen about whatever new topic of interest you've researched lately before going into detail about one of the many creatures he's read about in his dad's diary. Seeing you and Dean bond over your music taste would make him grumble (why couldn't you like his music instead?) but also smile at the fact the two most important people in his life get along so well. He understands your love for adventure and if you didn't have any obligations to stay at home he would encourage you to tag along with him and his brother while they travel from state to state- but he keeps you far away from their hunting careers. Call him old fashioned, but he sleeps better at night knowing you're safely tucked away in his hotel room rather than out risking your life like they are. After losing Jessica he develops some overprotective behaviors with you, but it comes from a good place. Sam is definitely the type to come home with flowers for you on a random Tuesday as a "just because" and he would be able to match the love for romance you bring to the table. Bonding for you two would involve curling up in a hotel bed together and watching tv for hours, or having a picnic by a lake (as long as there isn't a monster in there). I could see you both meeting after Dean tries (and fails) to hit on you, and Sam swoops in with a sheepish smile as he apologizes for his brother's behavior. It's a bit awkward at first, but you two click easily- and Dean insists he won't let Sam into the car if he doesn't get your number first. ♡

I hope you like it lovely! ✮⋆˙ @bxffy-sxmmers

thoma would feel so awful once he learns that nobody has made you cum before. even if you're experienced more than he is, thoma wants to lead you to the feeling of a climax.

he takes his time teasing you, making sure you're flustered and stumbling over your words. even if there's company, he would do subtle things to rile you up. thoma would only cave into doing something sexual if you asked him. consent is huge for him!

he'd lay you down, work out any knots in your body by massaging you with fragrant oils. thoma might not be a sex god but he does know how to comfort someone. all we wants to do is please you in the most intimate form!

when he kisses you, it's passionate and full of adoration. he thanks you for allowing him to see your body and kisses every inch of your body. his hands are shaky. . he can't mess this up!

thoma finally kneels at the edge of the bed and nuzzles his nose on your cute little panties, the smell of your arousal making him a little lightheaded. if he wasn't whipped for you before, he is now. hehe.

he peels off your panties, tossing them aside. first thing he does is kiss your pubic bone; "thank you, my love." then he kisses the hood of your clit, pulling it back to take an experimental lick at it. once you huff out with a little whine, he knows that this is the spot that he'll focus on.

thoma will slowly trail his tongue down your labia, tasting the arousal. he hums in delight and peeks up at you. he watches your chest rise and fall, skin glistening from the oils. he ignores the throb in his pants, vowing to make you cum before he even thinks about getting off.

thoma will rub circles on your clit softly, slowly inserting a finger with your permission. he wiggles it around, a little lost on where to go. but, he figures that you'll tell him that it doesn't feel good if he asked. so, he gives an experimental thrust of his finger, curling it. when you lift your hips a little, he knows that where his finger is hitting is another place to pay attention to!

thoma will use his mental notes to hit that spot and rub your clit. he's so patient, following any request you have with no complaints. but when you get close, he doesn't change the pace!! he continues until you've creamed on his fingers.

he licks it up and stands with a cheeky grin. "how did i do, my love?"

childe being desperate to sway you off your feet and save you. .

he is family oriented but never really had a chance to think about finding a wife until things settled in liyue. childe then meets you, a dendro wielder that worked as a herb grower just outside of the city.

he remembers seeing you chat to baizhu, hand on your hip while you nag him about resting. oh, he wanted you to be his. he approaches you after baizhu had left, watching you tie your hair back again, groaning at the pain in your back.

he offers a hello and introduction, receiving the same in return surprisingly. you look so. . weary of him but not for long! childe returns each day and brings you something, unsure of how to attract you. each day, you look a little more comfortable with him.

one day, you asked childe to help ease one spot in your back. you had been bending, crouching and lifting all day so it was an innocent request between friends. but of course, his mind wandered to the scenario that you were carrying his child and your back was aching from that, not from your unnecessary work!

childe shakes himself out of his daydream, vowing to claim you as his and his alone.

the thing these bunch like the most is watching you try to keep it together when they deny you their attention. like, they want you to let out those pretty tears. it doesn't matter where you are, he wants everyone to know that you're a fussy little baby that needs daddy's/mommy's attention, more specifically their dick/strap. ohoho? you let those tears out, prepare to be humiliated.

KAEYA, CHILDE, ROSARIA, YAE MIKO, YELAN!!

will coo at you if you give them your teary little look. they know what you want and if you wait patiently enough, you'll receive their cock/strap plus more! just be a good little dolly and you'll get everything your little pussy ever wanted. will get a little upset if you act out though.

LISA, jean, diluc, GANYU, keqing, sara, zhongli, NINGGUANG

would drop everything for you! nothing matters more to them than you! just bat your lashes and jut your bottom lip out with a whine and they're on their knees, eating you out like no tomorrow. they love you so much and would never, ever play tricks or be a meanie!

MONA, ITTO, GOROU, KOKOMI, KAZUHA, ayaka, THOMAAA

oh my god, what if the harbingers had a bimbo colleague??

like you're as strong as them, maybe even stronger but you're so thoughtless at times. as soon as you have enough money to go on a shopping spree, you're dragging childe along.

childe's smug when he hears the clicking of your heels, knowing exactly what you're after. he'll listen to you beg for him to come along and agree but only if you repay him for helping you pick out the cutest skirts, accessories--you name it.

he loves listening to you whine. "poor little thing," he'll coo. childe knows exactly how to get you back to his office after shopping, claiming he needs to sit down because his legs are tired. but then he'll let you sit on his lap while he works on papers, enjoying the feeling of your thighs against his crotch. childe will then ask for that favour in return, wanting you to park that pretty pussy on his cock.

"sit still dollie and milk my cock without moving, hm?"

la signora is more direct about her intentions towards you, just as manipulative as childe though. she'll dress you up, strip you down and do what she pleases. signora will make sure your panties match hers and will spank you if you don't match. so, so mean sometimes :(

signora loves hearing you cry about the fact that you can't sleep, ushering you to nurse on her nipples or suck on her clit. she'll always have a hand in your hair, keeping control of the pace or where your head is. she doesn't care if anyone catches you two, just as long as they get the memo that her pussy is tasty.

"ah, look at you slutty baby. make mommy cum, hm?"

scaramouche is so mean, even worse than signora! he'll degrade you and make you cry whenever he has the chance. it doesn't matter if you're his superior, you're just a little dumb bitch. scaramouche will stare at you in a cold way so that you'd cower, whine or get uncomfortable.

like childe, he'll sit you on his lap and expect you to be obedient. scaramouche loves humiliating you in front of your comrades. he'll make you put a purple gem butt plug and spread your legs to show it off (with no panties on, of course.) he has no problem zapping your nipples or clit, loving your little screams and how your body tenses up.

"you're so nasty, i mean, look at the way you're waiting for anything to make you cum. pathetic."

dottore however enjoys testing things on you. since you're so clueless, he likes talking with 'big words' so you don't understand. it's the easiest way to get you to agree on letting him use your body. dottore always expects you to strip down before you enter his office, inspecting your body after you enter.

dottore will get grumpy if there's someone else's cum inside of you or any markings from anyone else. he claims he needs to do a check up but in reality, he just wants to fill you to the brim with his own cum. he'll test out different things he made or bought such as nipple clamps, vibrators or anything he can get his hands on.

dottore also loves seeing you sob, especially when he enters one of your holes without prep. but don't worry, his cum will be the lube! sometimes he'll invite students from the academia to watch as he pounds you, telling them about the natural human breeding system. dottore will make sure you're plugged up after, watching as you fall after trying to stand.

"you see this? that is how you're supposed to get a woman pregnant! sooner or later, she'll have milk too!"

𝕬𝖉 𝕬𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆 . . ⛥ 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆

ft. tsarista (loosely)

cw. mentions of supposed death, nothing else really.

a/n. just a quick thing, this is based on a fem reader/afab reader, so sorry if anyone isnt really included. i just feel more comfy writing fem readers. much love tho xo!

To begin this story, we must travel back many centuries. .

You were once a floating star amongst the sky but had fallen down to Teyvat. For some years, your form was never really specified. It was a mix between a firefly and what looked to be a glowing grass lantern. That is until you had stumbled across Sumeru on one of the darkest nights. Your light had attracted few people, guiding them to a field of thick grass and a small pond.

It was your first time seeing humans, watching them with curiosity as you fluttered around, lighting the peaceful plains. Clueless, you had landed on a woman's arm, admiring her face. As much as you enjoyed being a small spec of light, you yearned for the feeling of living life as humans did. Your wish was granted while you rested by the pond, waking up to an entirely new form.

You had limbs like humans did, stretching them out when you woke. However, the people you had once lead to the plains were in awe. They asked you questions and put clothes on your back. Like a newborn fawn, your legs wobbled when you learned how to walk; grasping onto the arm of another. Slowly but surely, you grasped the concept of living.

As you approached the largest Sumerian village, you were showered with questions and awe. The thing people asked the most is how your eyes were shaped like stars. Of course, you couldn't answer that as you didn't know that yourself. You were named a Sage, responsibility quickly piling on your shoulders.

For two-thousand years, you watched Sumeru build itself, Archons come and go. . you had witnessed a lot of it, prefering to stay out of the public's eye. Your hand in marriage was sought out many times across Teyvat. You denied each one, focusing on your study of the stars, constellations and playing the lyre.

Though, after so many years of being companionless, you began to wish every night for a partner that wise like yourself. It was granted, a man sliding into your life by coincidence. He had taken you to the newly created land of Khaenri'ah and you saw the liveliness of the godless nation. You had abandoned Sumeru for this nation, marrying the man and having a daughter, Hecate. You had been close to the ruling family of the Eclipse Dynasty, sharing wisdom and learning the art of Khemia.

You had successfully learned Khemia, alongside your original unused Dendro vision. Once in a while, you'd sneak away from Khaenri'ah and visit Teyvat. You had met different individuals, including the Tsarista. The two of you had been quite close, her loving heart accepting you into her palace to talk.

Though, a few years later, the destruction of Khaenri'ah had taken place. You had attempted to fight the Celestial being to save the nation but failed, losing your husband and possibly your child. On the brink of death, even as an immortal being, the Tsaritsa had encased you in ice, freezing you until you could be awoken again. In the ice, you would be able to heal your wounds, regenerate energy and remain safe from Celestia.

The Tsaritsa had protected you, though, she wasn't able to find your daughter until a century later where she had been living amongst mortals, like you had been. . .

Since then, it's been five hundred years. Your form hasn't changed one bit, other than the wounds healing and your hair still growing inch by inch. One day, the Tsarista hopes to wake you and have you aid her with the uprising of the Abyss and the Fatui.

𝕬𝖉 𝕬𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆 . . ⛥ 𝐈

ft. the harbingers, tsaritsa.

cw. mentions of death, nudity (sfw), fem!reader

a/n. i tried not to ship reader x tsaritsa. . got a little fruity. anyways, sorry it took so long to come out, i had massive migraines :( hope you enjoy!

The capitol of Snezhnaya had been cold as always, the grey clouds rolling above the few people that had taken the chance outside to get more wood or hunt for any creature that dared to step outside their barrows. Though, the Harbingers pushed on with their work in the bitter cold, bundled up to keep their body heat from escaping.

After Signora's death and sealing, the ten remaining Harbingers had stayed in Zapolyarny Palace, taking a few days off before they had to return to their normal business. However, the Tsaritsa had been busy trying to convince herself to melt the woman she had frozen many years ago, wondering if that would make a change to their situation.

Truth be told, she missed you. Between the honest conversations, wishes that may or may not come true or the wonders of the world. The Tsaritsa had dreamt of you many times but over the last year, they had become more frequent. They'd seem like the future, pulling at her iced heart strings. She had kept quiet about these dreams, shoving them to the back of her mind for now.

On the other hand, the Tsaritsa would make trips to visit your sleeping form. Her fingers would brush the ice, muttering about releasing you one day. Perhaps when all the fighting was done. After all the bloodshed was washed away, you could come back home and be reunited with your daughter. As foolish as it seemed, she hoped for a good ending. So far, there weren't too many good things; Signora's death, Scaramouche taking off with the Electro Gnosis. .

After leaving the House of the Undying, named after your figure, she decided that tomorrow, you shall be reborn.

The Harbingers were summoned early the next morning, strolling their way to the biggest room in the palace; the throne room. They had respectfully bowed their heads and only rose them when the Tsaritsa had flicked her hand.

"You may be concerned as to why I summoned you early. There is no emergency nor is there anything to fret about. I would like to announce that I am unsealing Mater. I want you all to prepare for her awakening." The Tsaritsa explained blandly, crossing one leg over the other. "You will address her with respect, dignity and understanding. Do you all understand?"

Pierro spoke up, "Of course, your Grace. We shall tend to her needs. Shall we quell her questions until you wish to see her?" The Tsaritsa looked over to the broad man, "Yes, I would prefer to answer all her questions. You are dismissed if there are no other questions."

The ten bowed again before exiting the hall.

Nobody had questioned the Tsaritsa's decisions but this seemed a little . . mad. Unfreezing a woman who is centuries behind on history was risky and if she had seen them as danger, she could kill them all in a jiffy.

Some odd years prior, the Harbingers had finally gotten to know why there was a house that was constantly unoccupied. It was because of the Tsaritsa's cherished friend and a divine being that could be used as a dangerous weapon. At the same time, some wished to get to know this woman that was frozen. Was she beautiful? Was she full of tales that could inspire the hopeless? What about her wisdom. . she came from Sumeru, right? The questions had never been answered fully as nobody who lived in today's age had never known her other than other Archons such as Morax or Barbatos and of course, the Tsaritsa.

Soon, they'd all get to know the being admirably nicknamed Mater; the mother.

The servants were busy readying for the arrival of the immortal; someone warming her bed, laying out warm clothing on the end of the bed neatly alongside slippers on the floor, warm fluids so she could drink and not fret about getting even more cold. The Harbingers however were speaking in a seperate room, going over their plan as to how this woman should be treated.

"Her Majesty has said how we should treat her. I hope that's not misunderstood between you all." Pierro began, hands resting on the table as he observed the others. "When she awakens, stray away from making physical contact with her unless approved by herself or the Tsaritsa. Any hostile movement or unsavory body language will get you killed or mortally wounded. Mater is of course, not an Archon. She is a divine being and a Sage from Sumeru, alongside other titles." He explained, giving the quickest summary of your past.

"So, how exactly is she divine if she's just a Sage, if I might ask?" Childe spoke up, resting his head on his hand. It was a rather ballsy thing to ask, especially since it was made evidently clear that something of the sort shouldn't be questioned; it was seen as rude.

Pierro closed his eyes, "There are many tales of how she became immortal but I do not have an answer to that. Avoid asking foolish questions like so if you'd like to keep your title, Tartaglia."

The youngest didn't say anything else. The rest had been digesting the new information.

The doors of the room had opened up, a messenger seemingly, standing in the doorway. "It's time, my Lords and Ladies." They spoke, bowing their head.

The chairs made screeching sounds as they stood, the Harbingers making their way towards the House of the Undying. A few words were exchanged here and there, but nothing major. Once the doors had opened, they trickled inside, eyeing the shiny crystal in the middle of the room. It was notably chillier in there, snowflakes floating around without a worry of melting in mind.

In that icy crystal was a woman, curled up into a fetal position, one leg hanging lower than the other. She looked to be at peace, skin flushed a pink tone around your nose, lips, fingers and toes. Your hair was umkempt and your skin wasn't covered by robes as the ones you were previously were covered in blood, dirt and parts were torn.

The Harbingers stood side by side, admiring what was in front of them. A few moments later, the ice began to crack and then shatter. The woman would've landed on the ground if it weren't for Pierro. They waited silently, Tartaglia handing his cloak over to cover you up.

Your lashes brushed the upper part of your apple-like cheeks. They flickered at first, eyes opening slowly. "Mmh. ." You groaned softly, body unconsciously shifting towards the source of the heat. Around you were several faces lit up by the gloomy light that peered in through the stain glass windows. "Where am I?" You sat up a little more, realizing you were being held by another person.

"Snezhnaya, your Excellency." Pulcinella had spoken up, catching your attention. You hummed softly, wondering how you had gotten to be in the cold nation. Last you knew was falling from your home and towards a body of water. Perhaps someone found you and had taken you here? "Who is your leader? I wish to speak to them immediately." Most of the eyes trailed to Pierro, waiting for his decision since he was the first of the Harbingers.

"As you wish, your Excellency. However, may I suggest that you be warmed first? You still feel quite cold." Pierro spoke, looking down at you. He was right, you still felt hypothermia on every inch of your body. Your muscles felt painfully stiff and refused to bend without the grinding of your bones against your muscles. "Your worries have been heard and I do agree. Take me to where I can receive warmth on a greater scale and send for my daughter and husband."

Clueless of the demise of your husband and the vanishing of your daughter, they simply remained quiet. You furrowed your eyebrows, "What is it that you're not telling me?" The younger members didn't say anything, unsure of what you were talking about. They must've not known about your family. Fortunately, Pierro came to the rescue again. "My deepest condolences, your husband has since passed centuries ago. The Tsaritsa can tell you more."

Your eyes widened with disbelief. How could he be dead? You were sure he made it out alongside you, unless he went back for something else. Your eyes narrowed with sorrow, bottom lip twitching. At first, it looked like you were about to break down in tears but much to their surprise, you did the opposite; remained composed and quelled the tears that threatened to escape your lower lashline. "Take me to the quarters then. I wish to receive that care before I lose my fingers." You muttered, allowing Pierro to lift and carry you.

Along the way, many people had bowed their heads or knelt. It wasn't unusual for anyone to directly kneel towards the Harbringers, the higher ranked ones that is. Your bare skin was covered by the thick cloak but your head was poked out a little. Your long, knotted hair had been dangling over his arm, swaying when he walked or shifted weight.

It felt odd to be carried. Your late-husband was the only one to ever carry you. You never really let people touch you unless they were your family or people you trusted. Even though most of the people in the fallen land were friendly and lacked the corrupt, sinful nature of those who lives in Teyvat--you didn't want to be that trusting.

You snapped out of your thoughts when you entered a room, servants waiting to serve you. A soft, plush feeling met the back of your body. It must've been a bed. Pierro had bowed before leaving, closing the door behind himself. Though, you had noticed a similarity. . the star shaped eye. Was he from Khaenri'ah too?

After being washed, dried and dressed, you were sent on your way to the throne room. You didn't feel overly nervous, just curious and a little worried. The man before hadn't mentioned that Hecate was deceased so, surely she was alive, right? It would make sense if she were, she's half human and half immortal. . or whatever you would call yourself.

The large doors parted ways for you, heels clicking as you walked towards the center of the room where assumingly the Tsaritsa sat. You didn't bow, kneel or anything alike, you just stood still.

The Tsaritsa had stood up, making her way down the few steps to where you stood. "You're alive. . I saved you. ." She muttered with astonishment, hand reaching up to cup your face. It was like she saw a ghost, though not one that would haunt her dreams or knock something over during the night to spook someone; it was you. "I'm so sorry for your husband," She spoke again, lowering her hand to her side. For the first time in many, many years, the Tsaritsa had shown affection, sorrow and things surrounding the two strongest emotions. Those who watched were in awe, some even gasping silently.

"What?" You said, blinking twice with utter bewilderment. "Is it true? He's. . gone?" The words began to get quiet towards the end of the sentence, bottom lip quivering with intense waves of sorrow. The Tsaritsa nodded, watching as you crumble to your knees, letting out audible sobs. Your light of your life was gone, the flame blown out. Did he die honourably? Was he in pain? Those were some of the questions that played inside of your mind.

Arms had wrapped around you, frosty fingers rubbing your back in circles. Whilst the guards and others left the hall, it had given you time to get all of the despair out through tears and pleading that it wasn't true. The Tsaritsa had no tears to shed herself but still felt something for you. Inside, she blamed herself for not finding the husband. Perhaps she could've saved him as well by freezing him. Maybe not, after all, he was a human and you were in no shape to be healing others' wounds.

After a span of minutes, the tears fell slower and the hiccups grew less frequent. The Tsaritsa's shoulder was dampened by your tears, the damp liquid hardening from the frosty air. You lifted your head and looked up at the Archon, "Thank you for saving me. . but, what about Hecate. . my daughter?" She paused, thinking of the right words to use. "She's alive from what we've heard but we haven't been able to find her again. Much like you, she lives in Sumeru from what our intel told us. Though, it's been twenty years since then."

Hecate is alive? Your face brightened a little, relieved that your only child is alive. You smiled a little, "Again, I thank you. You've looked over my daughter when I couldn't. . I knew you were different from the other Archons, my dearest friend." The Tsaritsa had blinked, a soft smile appearing on her lips. Many of these small things were never seen by others. It had been quite a few hundreds of years since she smiled giddily, laughed or showed compassion for anyone else. Needless to say, it was welcomed, especially if it was towards you.

"When I'm stronger, I will find her and along the way, I shall navigate this place again. Perhaps I'll learn more about what happened. What are your thoughts on that?" You asked. It took a few moments before she answered your question. "I think it's an important goal. I'll make sure you have everything to grow strong once again and. ." She reached behind her back, pulling out a vision. "I've kept this safe for you." It was your dendro vision.

You took it from her hands when she offered it out, thumb wiping over the clean glass. "I owe you my life, dear friend." You clipped it to your outfit, wiping your stray tears from your cheeks after. "You need not say that." She fixed your hair, tucking little hairs behind your ears. "Just don't die, that's all I ask of you. You're the only thing that keeps me from completely losing my humanity." Her hand carassed your cheek again in an affectionate manner, helping you stand after a brief moment.

After that encounter, you knew that you had to get well enough to find your daughter. She needed you. . her mother.

imagine after hundreds of years you find your lover, dansleif!

at first, he pushed you away and yelled at you, thinking that you were either an imposter or an illusion of his imagination. this continues until the second week; he cries and begs for forgiveness. of course, you forgive him and once again, you make love under the stars.

he's so gentle, afraid even. after so many years of being alone and full of inner resentment, he finally feeling something. . comfort? home? something like that, especially when he listens to your heartbeat. he kisses your chest where your heart is over and over again, thankful that you made it out alive five hundred years ago.

dansleif is so worried about you, even after you reassure him that making love is still normal--acceptable. after all, the two of you were 'married' as described by the villagers of liyue. he is your's and you are his.

the way his hips roll so tenderly against yours, lips promising to give you a child like you imagined before everything happened. would your child be like him or you? he kept placing his hand over your stomach, begging for the universe to allow this one thing to come into fruition.

would the child cover their right eye too? maybe. what about star shaped pupils? or what about their personality? archons, he couldn't wait to see you with child and milk leaking from your breasts.

with one last heave, he spilled into you and locked lips, thanking you for returning to him. he promises that you'll be intertwined with him until the bitter end. .

𝕬𝖉 𝕬𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆 . . ⛥ 𝐈𝐈

ft. the harbingers, the tsaritsa, venti (briefly)

cw. nudity (sfw), suggestive talk, mentions of death

a/n. can't stop playing the sumeru symphony rn,, so good yum! also I CANT WAIT FOR SUMERU OMGGG!! please fucking talk to me abt sumeru, i will send hugs!

The night sky was vast in stars and constellations. . though, something had shone brighter than them all. It flickered across the sky, leaving an orange-yellow trail behind it.

A woman had stood on a tall hill, hair blowing in the wind. Something was off putting. Her finger tips began to glow, the golden dust look trailing up her arms. She looked back with a look of pure rage, eyes looking down upon them.

Next, the world began to burn around the woman, arm raised up and hand curled into a fist as she smiled with pleasure. .

Barbatos, rather known as Venti, woke up with a loud gasp. He blinked once, then twice. He craned his head upwards, looking around. As usual, he was beneath the giant oak tree in Windrise. He yawned widely and relaxed once again, plopping his head back down onto the grass below.

What could've that dream meant? It was odd for him to not dream, especially after a night of drinking but it was stupid things that him getting cat ears like Diona or having birdlike wings on his back. Something that would put the wind up was never common unless something serious was going to occur. Was this a message from someone? Perhaps Celestia? No, it couldn't be. His Gnosis was stolen a long time ago, any connection to Celestia would've been severed.

Who was this person? He needed to know so that he could prepare for the future.

In Zapolyarny palace, the Tsaritsa and you were having tea together. It was becoming a pattern that you two created. Each day, you'd gather for tea in a quiet room and talk about things for an hour or two. It was no different that day.

"So, I assume most of the Harbingers are returning to their. . business in the respective nations?" You asked, shifting in your seat. The Tsaritsa sat across from you, taking a sip from her tea cup. "They are, though some will remain here." She replied, setting her cup down on the saucer silently. "Do you want a certain one to remain here? If so, I can always reassign a mission to another. I have spotted you eyeing Pierro." The corners of her lips curled into a mischievous smile.

You sighed softly, shaking your head. "No, no. I was just curious is all." You took a sip of the strong tea, assuming that she had chosen the flavour this round. It was probably some native tea, it had an under taste of flames, possibly boiled over coal or charcoal. "I don't have romantic feelings for him if that's what you're implying. He just. . he seems familiar in a sense. His eyes, they're like mine. I know I was most of the err. . main branch when it came to people adapting the same pupils." You explained, eyes glancing off to the side.

"May I remind you that I'm a widow. I don't think any man or woman would be interested in a widowed immortal being, my dear friend." You shrugged and reached towards the small plate that held tarts with raisins in them, taking one and putting it on a side plate for yourself. You cut it in half before eating, nibbling on one side. "Nonsense! You're one of a kind, but what if you weren't just a widow?"

She might've been right. After all, before you were married, you were many things but those were long gone. Nobody would seek your attention or beg for your blessing in knowledge anymore. Even the art of Astrology doesn't bring her up anymore unless one were to go digging in ancient scrolls and writings.

"Hmf, I guess so. Why are you so insistent on proving me wrong on this, hm?" Your eyebrow raised slightly before you took a sip of your tea again, letting it sit on your tongue. "Haven't you thought about expanding on what you are or could be? You could still be a widow but also, you could hold concubines and become a wife again. You can teach your children about Khemia and make it enlightening again."

You choked on the liquid, patting your chest softly to ease the uncomfortable sensation. Inhaling a breath of fresh air, you replied. "Concubines? You mean, male ones or females? I can produce life both ways but the latter gender is. . unexplored. I can't imagine myself becoming with child again and travelling Teyvat, looking for my daughter." You snorted at the thought.

Having another child had entered your mind before but you never actually acted on the thought. Hecate's pregnancy was enough for the time being. Since you were not entirely human, the months of which you carried her were elongated; twenty-four months. She was healthy in the end which was enough for you but being pregnant for two years was never fun. Yet, you still think about it.

A knock at the door interrupted your reflection of the past, head turning to look at the door. The Tsaritsa sighed and gave the go ahead for the person to enter.

Pantalone had entered, bowing at the two of you. "My apologies, your Majesty, your Excellency." His words were elegant and came out as smooth as honey that was warm. His words matched his clean attire, which was aesthetically pleasing. "I'd like to inform you that Tartaglia has departed in irritance to find the Balladeer." Well, that wasn't expected.

You glanced over to her, waiting for the Tsaritsa's response. "Foolish child, he has once again gone off again." She murmured, staring at her cup before making eye contact with Pantalone again. You hummed softly under your breath. "He hasn't gone far, has he? If not, I'd like a word with this boy."

"Ah? Then I shall have someone retrieve him from the docks. He was going to apparently take a ship to Inazuma." Pantalone spoke again, turning to walk into the hallway where he spoke to lesser guards.

Whilst the Harbinger was doing so, Tsaritsa gave you a look. You rolled your eyes and stuck your nose up at her playfulness.

Pantalone returned, bowing again. "He will be returned to the palace immediately, your Majesty, Excellency." He stood still for a moment, waiting for his dismissal. You knew how she worked and decided to dismiss him yourself, waving him off so that you could enjoy the little time you had with her.

"How about him? He would be a fine concubine."

"Oh shush, I'd rather listen to the wind."

After being prepared for the harsh cold, you had waited outside the palace doors for Childe. The heaviness of the thick cloak had made your shoulders tired and legs weak but you continued to be patient for the return of the childish ginger.

Once he came into view, you straightened up and watched as he bowed. "Your Excellency, you called for me?" It was obvious that something was off about him. He still seemed a little irritable underneath the polite smile and gestures. Was it an argument gone wrong or something else that knawed at his patience?

"I'd like to discuss your rather immature behaviour. I've heard about your past mistakes and the one that happened mere moments ago. I'd like to talk some sense into you before you go and chase ghosts, Tartaglia." You began to walk alongside him, sliding your own arm around his offered bent one. He was silent for a second before responding to your clear concerns. "I understand, please do enlighten me on your concerns, if you may?"

You nodded your head and looked forwards, watching where you stepped. "I'm speaking to you as a mother, an experienced being if you will. You're going to be wasting time chasing after someone who doesn't want to be found right away. His work of hiding his tracks will get sloppier over time because he will think he got away. Tugging on his coat tails will not only make him skittish but it will make you a fool." The words began to sink into his mind, his mouth remaining closed as he processed your little speech or rather lecture. It was satisfying to see someone lost in thought after telling them something they never thought about before.

Childe was speechless, "I, hm." You glanced up at him, waiting for him to carry on with what he was going to say. "Thank you for that, it cleared my head. Avoiding this trip would save Tonia and Teucer a little stress. Oh, they're my siblings, they think I'm a toymaker of the sort." You couldn't help but laugh at the last sentence. A toymaker? How odd.

"I assume you'd like to keep their innocence in the matter? How kind of you. Perhaps you have more sense in you than I thought." The both of you chuckle and stop after making a lap around the courtyard. Childe had felt a little giddy after making you laugh. He had done something right to please you and now he knew who to go to when he was in a fit of rage or irritation.

"I believe I should make my way inside for other things. Please do be careful, Tartaglia." He nodded and bent down to kiss your hand while on his knee. "Thank you, your Excellence." You smiled a little and retracted your hand, entering the palace.

Hours later, you find yourself alone again. Supper had been dealt with and it was time to relax. You had requested a hot bath to be drawn and mint tea to be boiled. Both came relatively quickly thanks to your servants.

You slid into the tub after removing all your heavy clothing, humming at the heat. The silence had surrounded you, mind wandering to your past almost instantly. Of course, any chance you had, you would think of fluttering memories. But now, you could really delve into your thoughts until the water was cold.

You thought about Sumeru, your second home. The first home was the stars; the endless space that would guide you throughout the cosmos and around the space rocks. Sumeru. . oh how you missed it. The music, dancing, feasts. . oh! The vast amount of knowledge available too. You could teach everything you know there as well. You began to wonder if the people there still didn't dream. It just seemed like everything you had once preached was forgotten or not important. Yes, astrologers and those who read the stars still practice what you created but not as frequently; it was called a sham.

Sighing, you laid your head back against the rim of the tub, eyes closing as you reminisced the 'good' days.

The emotions began to hit you much deeper than expected. Something in your stomach began to churn, chest becoming heavy as you thought about Hecate. There were so many unanswered questions about your offspring that needed to be answered. The thing that lingered in your mind the most was 'is she okay?' It didn't matter what she did now or who she supported, all you needed to know is if she had good health.

Before you knew it, the salty tears ran down your cheeks, nose burning softly with snot bubbling in the back of the canal. You sat up and pulled your knees to your chest, arms wrapped around them in an attempt to provide yourself more security. Head tilted down, you wished again to see your kin. Perhaps this wish would be granted too. .

'kay but like imagine the jealousy in their eyes when they see you walking to the dorm's mailboxes but you're wearing flowy pj pants with a sports bra on. there's hickeys from your "best friend's" curiosity on your neck, collarbones and chest. you look over and smile innocently at him, sorting through your mail.

he can't help but want to be the one to leave those pretty blossoming marks across your body. he heard the giggles from his wall, them being paper thin. of course, he knew that your best friend was curious about women and who are you to say no to the person you trust the most? next time, he'd ask you out for lunch and make sure your best friend sees you laughing at his jokes and hitting him playfully. . all while those marks are turning yellow and disappearing.

ATSUMU, OIKAWA, KAGEYAMA, KYOTANI, DAICHI, IWAIZUMI, akaashi, tendou!!

ommggg

iwa's bigger, calloused hands leaving bruises from how hard his fingers sunk into your hips when railing you! forgetting about them and wearing a shirt that doesn't cover them?? the STARES!!

oikawa would probably make fun of them, gagging even. but he would never know the sounds that came from you. they were like melodies and spurred him on to keep it up. your poor pussy must be so sore too, i mean judging by how you're sitting and wincing when you move a certain way. .

needless to say, iwa might need to consider getting you high rise pants just in case your parents visit the next time.

imagine being kaveh and alhaitham's pretty little partner! they treat you so well but they're so polar opposite.

for example, if you happen to be rutting against one of their pillows, whining and frustrated that the friction was not enough. .

kaveh would coo from the doorway of his bedroom, setting his items aside while he thought of comforting words. he could never be upset at you! at least you were using his pillow, thinking of him and the lewd things you wanted of him.

kaveh would come to your side and lay you down, wiping any stray tears and hair that stuck to your skin. he felt bad for leaving you alone all day and decided to give you the attention you sought out. he lapped up your cunny until his finger found your clit, rubbing it ever so gently. his soft but affectionate actions had you riding a wave of bliss and compassion. his slim hand held your own hand as his other worked away. when he pulled away after you came, he tended to your other needs. 10/10 soft dom!

alhaitham on the other hand would be more irritated. he would fold his arms across his chest and stand in the doorway, waiting until you saw him. of course, he found himself in a trance of how your hips rut against the pillow but resisted his own temptations.

alhaitham would insist for you to continue, taking a seat in a chair by his desk. he watched you struggle to get back into a pleasurable rhythm, eyes staring at your needy self. so mean, so so mean. he wouldn't even try to help you out until you begged politely, sitting on your knees properly. as much as he hated disobedience, he still made the effort to approach you and touch your sobbing cunny. of course, he scoffed and left the room. you knew the rules and so did he. he doesn't like it when you touch yourself without asking. bad girls don't get rewards. 10/10 if you're into mean doms!

𝑩𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑭𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑺

꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ft. . . kujou sara, ayato kamisato! ꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ content warning(s). . . smutty content below, some sort of fruity!reader, fxf content. ꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ author's note. . . part 2 orrrr no?

two of the most poweful women (that were not the raiden shogun) were known to be close friends; best friends is another name you could call their friendship. they were respected amongst their clans, her's being kujou and your's being hiiragi. their childhood brought them together, even if they lived a little bit apart.

one thing that was hidden from the public eye was the mashing of lips, hands wandering across each other's skin. it was inappropriate but addicting. each time they'd see each other, they'd take some time to. . explore each other. this time was different though, the frustrations of political pressure weighing on your shoulders. .

"aah, take it easy. . !" sara gasped, feeling your canines sink into her milk-like skin. it was funny enough to think that the person who was so headstrong and stern with others was so pliable in her own bed. yet, you found yourself leaving a rather dark bruise that left some strange indents from your teeth on her neck. you looked down at her, stripping the last of your own clothes.

she was so pretty but, she agreed that whenever you needed to let the stress out, you could with her. after learning you'd be marrying ayato, the eldest kamisato sibling, you grew heavily irritated. you knew it was for political gains but at the same time, you had everything you needed under you. for a moment, you paused and pushed her dark locks of hair from her sweaty face. softly, you carassed her face before pulling away and locking lips with her.

sara was unusually submissive but you enjoyed it. the sighs, whimpers and squeaks. . everything. her cunt felt soaked under your other hand's fingers. you traced the hood of her clit before stroking it gently. the sounds that wailed from her lips made your cunt throb. the lack of stimulation on your own jewels had made you wanting for more. so, you pulled your fingers away and licked them clean. the sight made sara grow flustered, eyes watching your movements.

you then crawled to hover above her cunt, hips lowering to grind against her. a large exhale escaped your lips, relieved that you can give yourself, and sara, some stimulation. you rolled your hips slowly at first, building a comfortable rhythm for the both of you. the pace grew faster as you chased your high, the sounds coming from both of you unholy. though, as you came closer to your climax, it was interrupted.

"my ladies, kamisato ayato is here to discuss some matters, if it pleases you both." the unfortunate soul who opened the door wide enough to get an eye full of the sinful activity soon panicked.

you sighed and rolled your eyes, putting a hand on sara's stomach in a comforting way. "can't you see we're kind of busy?" you responded, eyes shifting to meet ayato's. the lilac eyes seemed mischievious, curious even. "you wanna watch, you pervert?" you barked at the man, tilting your head in a daring way.

ayato stepped into the room, chuckling darkly as he pulled a chair out from sara's desk. he sat down and crossed one leg over the other. "give me a show, dear future wife."

stalker!brian who at first finds you pretty in college before marble hornets was a thing, talking to you whenever he could

stalker!brian gets closer with you during the early takes of marble hornets and dedicates some time each week to do something with you as friends

stalker!brian begins to suffer with blackouts but doesn't remember much of what happens during those times but luckily, he has his camera

stalker!brian takes videos and pictures of you during these "blackouts". whether it be changing in your room, playing whatever sport you liked in the backyard, you walking on campus. .

stalker!brian even gets you on camera at one point with a hookup, tears trailing down your face with makeup ruining your clear skin. he swore to do better than that guy

stalker!brian eventually gets close enough through your closet to video you getting yourself off with a pathetic vibrator. he knew that you were suffering emotionally too, since the operator infected you. but in some attempt to be human, you did this

stalker!brian uploads the sounds to the totheark channel, screen black with the cryptic lines of numbers and words

stalker!brian had officially pulled you into this when you found out via jay and tim.

꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ft. . neuvillette, lil bit of furina ꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ content warning(s). . smutty content below which includes spanking, degrading words, exhibitionism, masochism, d/s elements. ꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ word count. . 1.35k ꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ author's note. . i'm finally get into this! it's based on a previous post of mine ;)

it had been a busy day within the court room, many coming and going with their sentences and some out the doors scott-free. among the few that watched was neuvillette, the chief justice of fontaine. he was silent most times, only speaking when there was something that needed to be said. his brooding height and stone cold face had frightened off most workers but not you.

you were his little assistant, if you could call yourself that. you sat next to him during these long sessions of court, listening to pleads, shitty explanations and cockiness from those who stood on the ground below the balconies. though, past your job, you were his wife--not by choice though. a contract was filled by your father, who supplies precious metals and items to keep the city moving. it had been a few years since your unwanted marriage, and it had been a decent enough one. though, neuvillette held his private life in when talking to others, preferring to keep the little secrets and sights to himself.

a little secret had been hiding in your plush walls, a plug that no longer felt like it was stretching you like earlier when you begged him to let you be good and not wear it. but he insisted, saying it matched your formal attire. every once in a while, you'd shift in your seat, breath hitching and face flustered from the sensation. of course, he noted every reaction mentally, eyes glancing over at you a few times. after it got unbearable, the tears of frustration rested on your lower lashline, eyes pleading for him to do something. . anything. he made no attempt at moving or addressing the little issue, shrugging you off. that was until you grasped his hand and pulled it to your thighs. that was a big no-no.

neuvillette's eyes shifted to you, shooting a warning look your way. "be patient." he spoke lightly, yet sternly. his furrowed eyebrows soon relaxed as he looked back down at the subjects, focusing on their words once again. how much longer was this going to be? hopefully not long. the need for release after the bulbous ridge of the plug hit a patchy spot within, further frustrating you. his hand had returned the chair, ignoring you.

with a huff, you looked around and noticed no staff members were around. your fingers slowly inched towards the end of your skirt, fingertips stroking where your clit was hidden underneath the underwear you wore. the fabric felt damp against your skin, the uncomfortable feeling between your legs throbbing once again. though, you applied pressure, breath hitching. you hoped he hadn't noticed but neuvillette noticed everything. he was an observant man in general, piercing eyes staring at your movements. his nostrils flared in irritation, his other hand gripping the handle of his cane. you were screwed, so very screwed.

his eyes met yours, squinting. your fingers left your panties, resting on your lap now. that stare had sent a shiver down your spine, muscles tensing. uh oh.

neuvillette's gloved hands rested on his cane as he stood up from his seat. the trial was now finished but that didn't mean he was finished with giving punishments. his eyes narrowed in on you, jaw firm and clenched tightly. he had been fed up with your disobedience and finally, there was enough time to properly discipline you.

neuvillette however, had little patience left. when the audience below had all left their seats, leaving the opera house empty, that's when cane nudged your leg. "get up. lean over the balcony, i believe it's time for your trial." he crossed one leg over the other, hardened stare piercing into your flesh. ". .trial? but-" you stopped, mouth agape. silently, you stood from your seat and bent over the balcony, looking back at your husband. he furrowed his eyebrows softly, mouth downturned slightly. "look forwards." you did so, staring ahead at where furina was still sitting, head leaned on head left hand. your face turned red, eyes widening with surprise. the hydro archon is going to watch?

"do you accept the charges of inappropriate public conduct, mrs. name?" neuvillette's breath hit the back of your neck as he spoke, voice low and firm, just like how he would speak to anyone. your thighs squeezed together, the thrill of being caught by the public but also being observed by furina producing a rather timid response from you. "i do." you said quietly, eyes focusing on the balcony across from where you stood.

neuvillette stood up and sat back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other once again. "it is factual that you had disobeyed directions by a superior, is that correct?" he spoke, fingers wrapped around the handle of his cane. a moment went by before you spoke, "yes, your honour. however, given the-" your words were cut off by the tip of his cane lifting the edge of your skirt, peering at the wet spot left on your panties. "continue." he then lightly tapped your right thigh with the cane, returning to the hem of your skirt. "given the nature of the situation, perhaps it was justifiable?" you spread your legs less than an inch, feeling the cool wood and metal press against your covered cunt.

with a grunt, neuvillette removed the object, placing the end on the floor. "impossible conclusion." he began, "you know the laws of this nation, alongside the rules between man and wife. yet, you challenged them in front of not only myself, but the hydro archon and possibly the audience below." the oratrice's left side tilted heavily to the left, signifying that neuvillette's points were quite valid and strong. with a soft sigh, you bow your head down and think. "that is true, however, your honour, you have plugged me with the intent to tease. isn't it rational that i have acted such a way after hours?" the oratrice moved slightly to the right. good, your point was strong.

the man behind you was silent as he placed his hand on his chin in thought. then he cleared his throat and lifted his cane to press it against your covered core. "then explain why you couldn't ask properly at an appropriate time? as you know the guidelines, it does not excuse your public behaviour. anything else to say?" neuvillette pressed the butt of the cane into your core more, watching as your thighs shook and closed together. the plug had somehow nuzzled itself further, drawing a heavy breath from your chest. "nothing more, your honour."

"then let us receive the oratrice's decision." the opera's walls and ceiling flashed a blue colour, shining over the balcony and seats. the small piece of paper rose from an opening, neuvillette taking it out and reading aloud, "guilty."

your head lifted to look at furina. she wore a smug grin, the leg that was crossed over her other bouncing. it must've been quite a show for her since it was very rare that she got insight on his marriage to you.

"you know what must happen now, correct?" neuvillette spoke up, gesturing for you to remove both your skirt and panties. you nodded silently, undoing your skirt and sliding it down your legs, panties following suit. your sticky cunt still held the plug that was nuzzled in your walls but threatened to slip out at any moment. you clenched around it, attempting to keep it in as neuvillette's cane brushed your bum. "count."

the first strike of his cane hit your cheeks, leaving a line of pink and a stinging sensation on your skin. "one!" a satisfied hum came from the rather tall man behind you, arm raised to repeat the action. again and again, he swung the cane onto your cheeks, lines and welts of pink and red forming over time, slowly turning purple. by the time it hit thirty, his hands cupped your left bum cheek softly, content with his work.

"your sentencing is over, mon cherie."

"yet i believe our archon is still intrigued. shall we let her decide if justice was served this time?"

https://www.tumblr.com/angel4astraea/688893357926367233/oh-my-god-what-if-the-harbingers-had-a-bimbo tell us more about la signora dont be shy 😋

꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ft. . la signora ! ꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ content warning(s). . nsfw (obv), cunny slaps, cunnilingus (reader giving), dom/sub dynamics ꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ author's note. . bet. LOL

♡ gunna state it, la signora is definitely a mix between a hard dom and a soft dom, you really can't tell which flavour you're gonna get each day.

♡ if you catch her during a softer mood, she'll definitely be more in touch with her emotions and adoration towards you. of course, you don't want to bug her during her time of reflecting what could have been hundreds of years ago but, that doesn't lessen her love towards you.

♡ during a softer mood day, she'll make love to you. every touch is calculated; delicate, warm and gentle. it's as if she wants to give you the world and more, but for now, she could give it to you with her mora and herself, of course.

"come here, don't be timid now, my little dove."

signora beckons you to her, breathing quick from her previous orgasm given by your mouth. her fingers pushed some of your hair back from your face, fingers tracing the side of your face. her fingers trace over your slick bottom lip, eyes soft and warm compared to the cool touch of her skin.

"you've done so well for me. . . tomorrow i'll reward you, hm?"

signora kissed you ever so gently, pulling you up to hold you, whispering soft praises that light the butterflies in your chest. on your own, you find her way to her bare chest, looking up for permission. she hums and nods, allowing you to suckle on her perk nipple until you drift off into a slumber. .

♡ if you catch her in a rather rough mood, be prepared to not be able to sit correctly for a couple days.

♡ she takes her frustration out in bed, i find. signora always makes sure you give consent but once it's given, she will go ham. from overstimulation, spanking, face riding, you name it. she always makes sure you're pleasured, not just her.

♡ signora might be a little rough with her words too, but will simmer down if it gets too much for her little dove.

"such a sloppy cunt and for me? pathetic. i barely did anything."

signora inspected your cunny, spitting on it before spreading both lips, eyeing your fluttering hole. she purposefully blew cold air on your cunny, laughing when you whimper and shudder. the begs and pleads for her to take care of your wants went unheard, as if it's just a background noise for her. you bucked your lips, trying to get her to at least lap at your little nub.

"did i say you could move, pet?"

her uncovered hand slapped your cunny, slick sticking to the palm of her hand. you yelp, shaking your head with tearful apologies. she scoffed and sat back in her velvet covered chair, spreading her legs.

"sit up," she commanded with a sharp tone, "you better watch me and don't look away, otherwise, you'll be in for a long, long night, dove."

hnnggg price with an offputting/strange wife

ཐི♡ཋྀ let's face it, price has seen a lot in his life but when he clicked with u, he's holding on for liiiiife

ཐི♡ཋྀ the amount of strange things he's seen you do, like the time you shouted at rather unpleasant neighbour that you texted the spiders their address, he's not phased anymore.

ཐི♡ཋྀ he tries to keep up with the gossip from your workplace and friend group but it's so vast. god forbid he mixes up clarissa from HR with alyssa from your friend group. (the names sound too similar)

ཐི♡ཋྀ somehow he always is invited in schemes, legal ones of course.

ཐི♡ཋྀ he had to explain to the lads that he couldn't join them at the bar because his wife wanted to stake out her friend's boyfriend's house because she thought he was cheating (he was).

"wait, wait, what? i thought we were just staying here for an hour, honey?" price spoke quietly, checking the time on his phone.

5 minutes after ten pm. it was getting late by now.

"well no, did you see the movement outside? they're smoking.." you respond, using the binoculars to spy on them. "oh god, is that..."

you gasp softly and pull out your phone, taking pictures as proof. well, until the guy got up suspiciously. you panic and start the engine, pulling off down the street with giggles.

"wanna stop off at that place you like as a thank you for coming with me?" you ask, putting your phone in the console.

he'd never say no to you.

ཐི♡ཋྀ speaking of, the boys (mostly soap and gaz) love hearing about the gossip. working in a military base and not having much social lives themselves catch up sometimes. hearing about all the dramatic stuff happening can cheer them up and are eager to hear back about what happened.

ཐི♡ཋྀ ghost, on the other hand, is amazed that his captain even settled down in the first place. he didn't expect to have such a talkative woman across the table.

"wait, so, she actually did it?" gaz laughed into his hand, eagerly waiting for the details of what transpired the previous week. soap had been nearby, sipping his beer while listening.

"she did! she actually got backshots from that guy who was in HR! can you believe that?" you swirl your drink with your straw, "i can't believe she did that twink in..."

the men laughed softly, price raising his eyebrows. that was the second time he heard that but all the same, he acted surprised to let you know he was listening.

ghost well... he shook his head. he couldn't believe he was listening to the gossip session willingly. though, it was better than the program he was going to watch tonight.

ཐི♡ཋྀ price, who watches his wife sing the song "slut me out 2" loudly in the kitchen while making a grilled cheese.

ཐི♡ཋྀ the strange walk too that the artist does on stage if he recalled correctly too. that was enough to make the man chuckle. it was barely 10 in the morning and you had your "zoomies" (you'll need a nap after)

ཐི♡ཋྀ he would never trade anything for his strange wife.

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓸 𝓱𝓲𝓰𝓱🌿

You and elliot try molly together and start to get in the mood

pairing - Elliot x fem!reader

one shot length, 1.4k+ word fic

Rating: mature (18+)

Content/Trigger Warnings: unprotected sex, drugs, smut, fluff kinda

It was after school, and you were walking with Maddy and Kat. “I don't know why Nate is such a dick," Maddy said, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, he's super weird,” Kat said. "To be honest, I wish I had never dated him; it was the worst experience of my life," she muttered.

As you were about to chime in on the conversation, you got a text notification on your phone. It was from Elliot . You two had been hanging out outside of school in secret and had been communicating for a few weeks. “Meet me by my car at 5." "Who was that?” Maddy asks.

You quickly turned your phone off. "Oh, just my mom. I gotta go." You hugged Maddy and Kat, then scurried off before you were asked any other questions.

As you were walking to the parking lot, you immediately saw Elliot . He was lighting a cigarette. You smiled and walked over to him. "Hey," you said with a smile. "Hey,” he muffled the cigarette in his mouth.

“So what was it you wanted to talk about?” you said, leaning on the side of his car. “Oh yeah,” Elliot said while coughing. “Look what I got,” he said, pulling a bag with four pills out of his pocket. “It’s Molly. You in?” he said, smirking. “Fuck yeah,” you said, smirking back.

When you arrived at his house with Elliot , you got out of the car. He opened the door to his house. He bowed his head and curtsied, saying, "Ladies first." "Why thank you, good sir?" you chuckled. He laughed, and he followed you inside. You were grabbed by Elliot's hand as he brought you upstairs to his room. When he held your hand, something in your stomach churned, but you chose  to ignore it.

Elliot shut his door and laid down like a starfish on his bed. His place smelled like a combination of cocaine and marijuana. He was lying next to you as you lay on the bed. He looked to his left to observe you. "Have you done this before?" Elliot asked. "No, have you?" you asked, looking up at him. Nope. It's the first time for everything, right?" He asked as he stood up. You chuckled quietly.

Elliot took his laptop off the floor and pulled the bag of pills out of his pocket. He took a card off the bedside table and started to crush the molly. You sat up on his bed and watched his movements, then his lips, then back to his movements. ‘Pull it together, y/n.’ you said in your head.

"Done, there." Elliot took two straws out of his pillow case and gave you one. He said, "Here." He laid his laptop's lines of Molly down on the bed. As you kneeled in front of the lines, you exchanged glances. “Are you ready?  " he asked.You said, "Yes." After plugging one nostril hole and holding your straw, you both sniffed the lines.

After you guys were done, you and Elliot both laid on the bed, waiting for the molly to hit. For 10 minutes, you asked, “Do you feel anything?”. “Nah”. he said  You could feel a wave of euphoria slowly pass through your body as you let out a deep breath. You looked at Elliot and could see it was hitting him too. "Fuckkk,” Elliot said in a relaxing tone. You could feel your eyes getting heavy, and you noticed that you were blinking very slowly. Your heart started to slow down.

“Y’know y/n. Your very fucking pretty,” Elliot said while smlling. “Shut up!" you said with a big smile. “No, I'm serious,” Eltiot said, sitting up from his bed. He grabbed your jaw with both of his hands. His left thumb stroked your cheek, and he came closer. “You really are fucking pretty. Beautiful, I might say," Elliot whispered with a low voice.

He glanced at your lips, then back at your eyes. He came in closer. Your breath hit your throat, and your heart rate quickened. Elliot came closer to your lips and kissed you hard. You kissed back and pulled him in closer. “Is this okay?” he said. You nodded yes. “No I need words baby”  “yes” you said breathing heavily. He smirked. Elliot’s lips moved further. 

He pushed your shirt upwards. He stroked his tongue across your skin till you shook, kissing reverently and tenderly at every newly exposed spot of skin, including your stomach and breasts. While he was doing that, you stripped all your clothes off. You looked back up to see Elliot shirtless with his boxers. You could see the outline of his dick through his boxers. You bite your lips in horniness. “You like what you see,” he said with a low voice while smirking. You nodded while biting your lips.

 Elliot climbed over you and continued to kiss you going down and started to kiss your jaw to your neck, leaving hickeys. You started to moan as he went down to your pussy. “Fuckk” you moaned, biting your lips. He slowly started to lick your clit up and down, leaving you a moaning mess. He put his finger in his mouth to get them wet.

 Elliot  then slowly started to play with your clit. You arched your back and bit your lip. He shoved his fingers in your wet pussy. "Come on, baby, tell me what you want," he said, causing you to clench around his fingers with his smooth voice. He gave me another clit kiss. This time, his lips touched your flesh directly, causing me to moan louder. Your juices were visible on his smooth, pink lips. 

“Uhhh fuck Elliot. I'm about to cum.” As soon as you said that, Elliot pulled away. His lips and chin wet from your juices. You groaned in frustration. “The only time you're cumming is on my dick.” he said, smirking. He pulls away from you by pulling his boxers off. Your eyes widen as you see his cock pop out of his boxers, and he hasn't taken his eyes off of you for even a single second.  

At least spits on his hand and strokes his dick for a few times while making eye contact. Elliott taps his dick on your pussy. “Are you ready for me baby?” he asked. “Yes Elliot. Please fuck me.” you said almost whining.  He took hold of your face and raised it. He kissed you once more and teased your entrance, saying, " good girl."  He allowed you to adjust to his size before slowly thrusting inside of you. "You're so fucking tight Y/n ," he moaned. 

He repeatedly thrust slowly till you gave him a little nod in agreement. He began to rock his hips more rapidly. As he fucked you, neither of you cared to cover up your groans. He clawed your hips while you clawed at his back. 

“Fuck I can't get enough of you y/n .” he said putting his head back. You bit your lips in pleasure while gripping his sheets. His rhythm continued even when he was close. His fingers making small circles on your clit so you could come faster, but your previous actions had gotten that covered already. Elliot kept his pace, muttering sweet nothings into your ear. One of his hands tangled up in your hair, pulling your head back so he could kiss you as he brought both of you closer to 𝑒𝓊𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓇𝒾𝒶.

You felt the rush of excitement again after a few more thrusts. You loudly moaned his name as you leaned your back towards him. Your toes curl, and you pull yourself out of the kiss with a loud moan. He has to wrap his arm around your back to keep you standing as your climax tears through you, all the while his thumb and hips moving in the same direction. "I swear to God, Elly. “Shit, baby. God”. Elliot continues to push himself over the edge with the same thrusts, lowering his head to the back of your neck. “Fuck im gonna-” Elliot pulls out and cums in on your stomach. “Ugh fuckk Y/n.” 

You both are now breathing heavily. Elliot gets off you and walks to the bathroom. ‘Where's he going?’ you wonder. Elliot comes back with a rag and wipes you off. He throws it into the dirty clothes and lays down beside you. 

 “You feel like a fucking drug Y/n” “what do you mean?” you asked him. “I mean ever since I met you. I feel a relaxed and calm, I feel weird when i’m not around you and if were being honest, your the only person I fuck with. What I'm trying to say is, I like you Y/n.” 

You immediately smiled from what he said. "I like you too Elly." Elliot smiled and kissed you, you kissed back. After cuddling in his bed, you could feel your eyes getting low while falling to sleep. Sleeping in Elliot's arms. 

Love affair

you and Eren met at the gym and decided to go out for drinks. The two of you have one two many drinks and one thing leads to the other

pairing - Eren x fem!reader

Rating: mature (18+)

Content/Trigger Warnings: smut, cheating, short but sweet and (smutty)

I had always been attracted to Eren, the tall, muscular man who worked out at the same gym as me. One day, I finally gathered the courage to approach him.

"Hey, I've seen you around here before," I said, smiling. "I'm Y/n. What's your name?"

"Eren," he replied, returning my smile. "Nice to meet you, Y/n."

We struck up a conversation, and before I knew it, we were exchanging numbers. We started texting each other constantly, and soon, we were meeting up for drinks after our workouts.

One night, after a few too many drinks, we found ourselves back at my place. I couldn't resist any longer - I jumped on top of him and started kissing him passionately.

"I've wanted to do this for so long," I whispered in his ear.

"Me too," he replied, his hands exploring my body.

We undressed each other slowly, taking in every inch of each other's bodies. I couldn't believe how turned on I was - I had never felt this way before.

"I want you to fuck me without a condom," I whispered in his ear.

He hesitated for a moment, but I could see the desire in his eyes. "Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied, nodding. "I want to feel you inside me, without anything between us."

He didn't need any more convincing. He flipped me over onto my back and entered me, slowly at first, then faster and harder.

"Oh, fuck," I moaned, feeling him deep inside me.

"You feel so good," he groaned, his hands gripping my hips.

I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper inside me. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm.

"I'm going to cum," I gasped, my nails digging into his back.

"Cum for me," he growled, thrusting harder and faster.

And then I was cumming, my body shaking with pleasure. He followed soon after, collapsing on top of me.

We lay there for a few moments, panting and sweating. I could feel his semen inside me, and it felt amazing.

"That was incredible," I whispered, kissing his neck.

"Yeah, it was," he replied, smiling.

But then my phone beeped, reminding me that I was supposed to be meeting my boyfriend for dinner. I had completely forgotten about him in the heat of the moment.

I quickly got dressed, my mind racing. I couldn't believe what I had just done.

"I have to go," I said, avoiding Eren's gaze.

"Okay," he replied, looking confused.