Eyes of the sun

20 || enby

[nonchalantpirate]

Hello it's Hael/Valentine, I'm 19 enby, looking for someone over 18 to write long-term.

Minors dni!

I'm a college student so I can pop out 1-2 replies a week, depends on how busy I am! But I will make sure there's always one reply a week at the very least! Willing to do double ups. Here's what I want for the rp:

♥ Oc x oc

♥ FxF or FxGN (gender nonconforming) pairings mainly!

♥ I only write on discord

♥ Fantasy

- vampires, werewolves, elves and other fantasy creatures

- Modern Fantasy where humans and other creatures coexist.... Or one oppress the other!

♥ Themes such as

- codependency

- Societal pressure

- Religious trauma (but not all the time)

- occasional age gap

- violence

- past trauma

>>> Still need occasional fluff like college au, coffee shop au, etc!

♥ Would love to have at least one Omegaverse (A/B/O) plot. I prefer nontraditional pairings like Beta x Omega/alpha, omega x omega, alpha x alpha

>>> Currently have a beta character I really wanna write against an alpha character, college au

♥ I lack knowledge in real history although I love historical vibes. But I love fantasy world historical setting like princesses, knights, necromancers, mages, and such!

♥I like to make moodboards and playlists for our characters and would be great if you do the same!

♥ Face claims are usually just descriptions unless I find one that's fitting (real people or animated/art)

♥ Semi-literate, I can eventually get to longer replies as the roleplay proceed and/or match my partner's length.

♥ I want 35 to 40 % smut out of a whole roleplay (unless plot take us otherwise)

♥ Communication please! If you're not interested, even after talking to me, just say that to me!

Like or message me if interested 💕

[nonchalantpirate]

NEED to write an arrange marriage roleplay. I don't even mind a MXF for this one I want something like successful witch/necromancer/wizard x prince. FXF would be great too

[rp-partnerfinder]

19 enby looking for 18+ roleplayers for an omegaverse roleplay

The plot I'm wanting to do is beta x alpha, college roommates. FxF, but I heavily encourage gender nonconforming characters!

I want to play the beta (already have the character infos :D). We can talk about the dynamics if you're interested but I don't do the omegaverse in a traditional sense!

If you want double ups, I can! There's more info in my profile if you wanna check it out 💕

Semi-literate, pls like or message me if interested!

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[liliumamor]

cozy mornings ※If you like this artwork please support the artist by visiting the source!

[celuere]

This is the only platform where I can say this without getting jumped but in my opinion, hetships in the Hoyo community aren’t only disliked because they’re queer erasure in a lot of cases but also because there is no writing or whatsoever put into them. It‘s just some bland chicken salad people try to present and when you ask them why they ship it they just end up listing shit I’d beat a man for 😭 in what world is interrupting someone romantic, how is taunting and provoking a woman who openly states that she dislikes you cute, HOW is a woman who constantly shits on the men around her just playing „hard to get“ genuinely what is your guys perception of love and devotion when it’s just constant disrespect towards women? I can count like over 10 hetero ships from the top of my head that I would KILL for and they’re all NOT from any Hoyo franchise because they don’t give two fucks about them in 95% of the cases?

The new Zootopia movie is just the perfect example of a healthy, wonderful relationship between a man and a woman HELL 90% of today’s media is aimed towards straight people I don’t even need to list up any recommendations but whenever I compare my fav m/f ship which happens to be Natsu x Lucy from Fairy tail to almost any hetship from a Hoyo game I just have to sigh and continue with my day because they’re just some unseasoned chicken with an unwashed salad💔

Also the thing about implications is that Hoyo showed us time and time again that they will openly state if a male and female character are in love with each other like kevmei, rerir and tholindis etc so all these scrambling for evidence that their fav m/f ship is implied is just free entertainment

[deciqm]

father.

[bai-e-archived]

@moonsglare

[moonsglare]

just felt my uterus throb

[raphaellearp]

Sevika and Rey got caught making out in the back room of The Last Drop

Not their fault, they just can’t keep their hand off each other 🙄

[ayadurable]

18+ MDNI . Lesbian sex, cunnilingus, fingering, power exchange, soft control, tender dom/sub, voice kink, uniform kink, holding, kissing, praise kink, “good girl”, adult age gap (reader-insert is capable in life but decides to give that up for the day).

Welcome to the Cities

GRAYSON x READER = Gentle Power Exchange ♡

SUMMARY: You’ve stepped off the ship to begin your new life in the twin cities. Your friend was supposed to meet you, but she hasn’t shown. Luckily, you meet Grayson, worn from her rough life as the sheriff of enforcers. She takes good care of you: finds you food, helps you settle in, and then she takes really good care of you…

NOTES: Slow and caring dommy smut, and falling asleep curled up together. Grayson stays clothed, but you do give a little too.

AO3 link • 4.6k words

Chapter 1: Lost

The sun is searing, even in the shade of the harbor buildings. You’ve got one huge, heavy bag, packed with what you decided was worth carrying from your old life. You stepped off the ship hours ago and waited. Loud, rough people pass too close, and you’re getting anxious.

Your friend isn’t coming. The only contact here hasn’t shown up.

You can handle yourself, you’re a grown-ass woman, from a tough enough town. But this harbor is strange and harsh, the twin cities unreliable, and you’re tired of rescuing yourself. You grit your teeth. You’ve been in far worse trouble. Like the mess that brought you here. No one’s following, no debts, a clean start. But you’ve never been here before, and it makes you queasy.

A deep and resonant voice wakes you from your thoughts. It’s edged with a subtle rasp that strokes something low in your spine.

“Evening. You seem a bit lost. Is there something I can help you with?”

You hardly understand the words, wrapped in that warm timbre, as you turn toward it.

Not a disappointment.

She’s tall and broad-shouldered beneath the authority of her enforcer’s uniform. Older, but strong in a robust way, and carries herself like someone who knows exactly where she stands in the world. No need to prove herself. She doesn’t have to.

“Sweetheart? Do you know where you’re going?”

An admiring look slips out before you can catch it. “No… but I’ll manage,” you murmur, trying for casual.

The corner of her mouth twitches, but she doesn’t let you get away with it. “You do need help. Tell me, pretty girl.”

You’re clearly older than ‘girl,’ and definitely no innocent. The top you’re wearing shows more skin than it needs to, and not by accident. But you like the way she says it, like the way she talks to you.

She looks worn, like someone who’s had a long day, or a hundred. There’s a smudge of dirt on her cuff and a bruise along her jaw, but the uniform is otherwise flawless. This city isn’t kind to enforcers. Especially not the ones who wear a badge like hers.

She lifts her brows questioningly. You’ve been staring too long. But gods, it’s not your fault she looks like that, not your fault she sounds like that.

A flicker of amusement tugs at her lips again, eyes drifting down your body like a slow, silent compliment in return, lingering at your hips, your bare waist. Her gaze flicks to your mouth before meeting your eyes again.

You bite your lip.

There’s no innocence in these cities, and she’s no exception. But the boldness feels honest. No pretense, no performance, just the game you both know how to play. She likes what she sees, and she knows you do too.

You turn slightly, trying to focus on your troubles, not her.

“My friend was supposed to meet me, but she’s not here. Her work can be unpredictable, but still… I don’t know… I need a room nearby so she can find me tomorrow. I’ve got the money, I just don’t know where to go.”

She nods slowly. “Will you let me help you find a place? …Take care of you?”

Her voice soothes you, but you don’t miss the two questions. The first one is easy. “I really do need help finding a place to stay.”

You breathe in as she waits. She’s letting you choose whether this is just kindness, or something more. What do you want this to be?

And gods, you naughty thing… You do want to surrender. You’ve already been brave enough to get here, and it’s been hard for so long. Letting her hold you up for a moment wouldn’t be weak or wrong, not if you both want it. She’s solid. And from somewhere deep inside you, something tries to loosen. Not peace, just less weight, for once.

You look down, thinking, and she doesn’t rush you. But the decision isn’t hard with the flutter low in your belly. Tomorrow, you’ll take it all back. The stress of life, difficult choices, the fight to survive. You’ll do it alone again. But tonight, just for a moment, you want to be held and let someone else steady you. She’s here, and if you keep your eyes on hers, maybe you can give in a little.

Her gaze is calm as you give your answer the way she must want it. Offered, certain, and willing. And a little breathless.

“And I am in need of care.”

Her smile stays composed, but there’s more focus in her eyes. Like she’s locking in now that you’ve said yes. And she steps a little closer. Just close enough that you feel her presence settle around you.

“Baby girl, call me Grayson.”

No titles. Just her name.

You smile softly.

“Grayson.”

And breath by breath, you let your usual mustered confidence fall away, getting ready to lean into her.

But Grayson just picks up your bag and starts walking. You have no choice but to follow. She doesn’t touch you, only stays close. Her strong, steady arm is right there, near enough to reach, and for a long moment, you don’t touch either, but just ache, being that close. She’s so there. Maybe she’s testing you.

Carefully, you reach out and brush the sturdy fabric of her uniform sleeve. Grayson glances at you with a teasing twinkle that leaves you a little dizzy. So you slip your hand around her forearm, like it’s nothing. But of course it isn’t nothing. It’s everything. You’re holding on. Letting her lead.

And you imagine that if she weren’t carrying your bag, she’d pat your hand where it rests.

“Have you eaten?” Grayson asks. Her voice is grounding, not really a question, like she already knows the answer.

Caught off guard, you blink. You hadn’t thought about it, too wrapped up in waiting, in managing, but now that she’s said it, the hunger hits. You’re starving.

Grayson of course sees it. “Thought so,” she says, already turning down a quieter side street. “Come on. We’ll get you something decent to eat before anything else.”

You follow. There’s no room to argue, and honestly, you don’t want to. This is what you need. To be taken care of.

* * *

The café is tucked away. It’s quiet and cozy, and in the air there’s fresh bread, strong tea, and sweet spices. The owner greets Grayson with a knowing nod. This is her city. 

Grayson orders for both of you without hesitation, glancing your way, not really asking, just confirming what she already knows will be fine.

You nod, not wanting to question it. It’s nice, not having to figure out what’s good or think too hard about what you want.

And now you know exactly what she is. The look and feel of her. The way she leans down to hear what you think you need, just to decide for you. She wants to take care of you as much as you want her to. 

You try not to think about what you’re doing. Right off the ship. But changing cities doesn’t change you, and she’s unusually unshakable. It makes you want to fall.

“You’ll feel better after this,” she says, taking the seat across from you. And, oh, the way she says that like something absolute, something you’re just meant to accept.

You sink into your sandwich to keep your hands busy, mumbling, “Thank you,” softer than you meant.

Grayson smiles, tearing her bread. “What brings you to the cities, besides the missing friend?”

You swallow. “I work with gear. Combat gear. Design, repairs, special mods. Had a business back home before…” You trail off. She doesn’t need the whole story yet.

She lifts a brow, approving. “Useful work. This place eats that up. If it doesn’t eat you first.”

You smirk. “I’m not easy to chew.”

Grayson chuckles, low and scratchy. “You picked a hell of a time to show up. It’s been rough lately. But then again, it often is. These cities together like this… A couple of weeks of really ugly messes, and the last few days have been the worst of it.” 

She’s tired. It wears her down, like she needs a break from life just as much as you do. You can be that for her.

Glancing at the bruise along her jaw you say, “Looks like a hard job.”

She shrugs, but it’s heavy. “Comes with the badge. I didn’t use to mind. Thought I’d do this until I dropped. But lately… I don’t know.  Just wish the cities would take a breath sometimes.”

You eye her uniform, the shoulder armor. It’s beautifully and well made. You want to inspect the protective layers beneath, but the fact that she needs it? That unsettles you. What kind of place is this?

Without thinking, you reach out and touch the back of her hand where it rests on the table. Grayson stills. You get a glimpse of something vulnerable in her, but it only makes her feel more real, safer. You smile, and she turns her large hand to hold yours, thumb brushing across your skin.

“Ready to go find you a place for the night?”

You squeeze her hand and nod.

* * *

As you leave the café, you take her arm again. It means more now, but somehow, it’s not enough. You stop walking, unsure what’s wrong with you, what you need.

You look at Grayson. She  sets your bag down, because she already knows.

Slowly, she touches your cheek, your lower lip. Her other arm wraps steadily around your waist, waiting. When you lean in, press close, she lifts your chin and kisses you.

It’s a rush you don’t expect. Maybe it’s the way she pulls you out of the world, holds you in just this moment, maybe that’s what gives her power. But deep down you know it’s because she can take care of you. Take care of anything.

Her mouth is gentle on yours. The kiss is sure and patient, and you open to her without thinking. She feels you melt, the way you cling, the way you give in, and pulls you closer.

One hand settles behind your neck, fingers soft and firm, holding you here. The other drifts lower, and her wide palm finds the base of your spine, anchoring you with the quiet weight of certain control.

Grayson kisses you like she already knows you’ll fall apart for her. She devours you carefully, without hurry, knowing just how much to take. Just enough to leave you trembling.

Your thoughts scatter. There’s only her. Her strong arms. Her soft mouth. The way your body yields so perfectly into hers.

When she finally pulls back, it’s not all calm. Her breath stutters against your cheek, and she tenses for a moment, like you just loosened something in her. She looks at you like she just found something she didn’t foresee.

Then she leans in, her voice charming at your ear, and just the right kind of suggestive. “You like giving in, don’t you? Come on. Let’s get you settled.”

You shiver and hum, barely there.

She picks up your bag again, but this time, her hand finds yours. And this time, she’s the one who holds on.

You feel like Grayson just caught you mid-fall.

* * *

The harbor hotel lobby is quiet, with dim lighting and worn velvet chairs. It’s not fancy, but it feels safe. The woman at the desk is polite and welcoming.

Grayson moves like she belongs here, but you are certain now she belongs everywhere in this city.

“Room,” she says. You wonder if the woman behind the desk feels her voice like you do, humming inside you, the way it settles low.

She straightens at once. “Of course. Name?”

Grayson turns to you. You lean on her arm. She’s still holding your hand, so you squeeze and nod, giving silent permission.

She turns back. “For two.”

The words travel through you like heat.  Your breath catches, and she hears it. Her shoulders tense, like keeping herself from doing more.

The woman doesn’t ask questions. Just hands over the key with a courteous smile. Grayson thanks her, then picks up your bag again. Grip on your hand tightens slightly as she pulls you toward the stairs.

* * *

Chapter 2: Touch Me

Grayson opens the door but then just stands there, hand still on the handle, watching you walk into the room. You pause and realize that in her honorable way, she might not come in unless you ask her to. What if she doesn’t come in at all? The thought cuts cold through your want.

So, you walk back to the door and carefully touch the collar of her jacket. Lifting your gaze to meet hers you brush fingertips along the lapel of the uniform, then slightly tug it. 

Your voice wavers. “Grayson, please… touch me.”

The corner of her lip lifts up and her eyes crinkle as she draws a slow deep breath. Her hand wraps around your wrist, just to hold it against her chest, like she’s saying she heard you. The door clicks shut behind her.

She touches your jaw, thumb brushing lightly, fingers trailing the curve of your throat, watching you need her.

Then she guides you to hold on to her, cling to her shoulders. You feel her want in her movements. It’s quiet and restrained, but undeniably there, as she pulls you from your waist against her. She feels so solid, and at the same time hard and soft against you.

“I’ll touch you,” she says low, kissing you, “as much as you want.”

You exhale in such relief that she smiles, and the next kiss is deeper, claiming not just your mouth, but you. Tongue swipes along your bottom lip, asking to be let in, and your spine tingles as you do.

One hand trails down your side, until she holds you at your lower back, fingers spread wide, keeping you close. The other slips into your hair, holds you in place, and you melt into that control.

Her mouth moves lightly along your jaw. You tilt your head to give her room, and a soft whine escapes from your throat.

She hums and nuzzles beneath your ear, breathes you in, as her fingers slide up your back, under your top, like testing you.

Pushing into her, you try to move her, to do something more, to hurry her. But she doesn’t hurry. You feel her grin against your neck, amused by your impatience, as she takes her time taking your top off, pulling it over your head. 

You try not to look too eager when you help your arms out of the short sleeves. She sets it on the couch next to you.

Stepping back a little she looks at you, thumb brushing across your nipple. “You’re so beautiful in my hands.”

She captures your mouth again, then starts kissing lower. There’s hurry in it now, maybe for your sake. Restraint breaking on your behalf.

Sitting down on the couch, she pulls you to stand between her knees, mapping her way down your body, taking time at your breasts. You sink your fingers into the shorter hairs at the nape of her neck as her tongue circles, then soft lips on your nipple, as her hands move to the waistband of your pants.  You fist her hair lightly when she opens the front.

Then she looks up at you. Lips parted, your answering gaze is all she needs to be sure. She slides your pants down and you step off them. 

Your underwear is the only thing left as she rises to stand, hands tracing the lines of your body.

You reach to brush along the edges of her uniform jacket. There is so much armor on it. It looks so handsome on her, but you need it off. 

She unbuckles the heavy belt herself and places it on the couch. You open the metal clasps of her jacket, fingers trembling and fumbling. She doesn’t rush you, but watches you, like she doesn’t quite know what to do with you wanting her, if she’s allowed to have that.

Sliding your hands beneath the open jacket, your palms smooth over the white shirt. Between the jacket and her robust strength there is safety. 

Your arms wind around her middle, into the soft warmth, like trying to fit inside the jacket with her. She holds her breath and kisses the top of your head, wraps her arms around you and closes her eyes for a moment. 

Then she shrugs out of the jacket and drapes it across the back of the couch. 

Keeping palms flat on her belly, you watch her turn her sleeves up between you with efficient movements. Strong hands and arms used to handling weapons and criminals, that surely know how to hold someone still just right.

She pulls you with her backing toward the bed, sits at the edge, and draws into her lap. You straddle her, knees against the mattress. Strong thighs are under yours, legs spread wide, in a stance for stability. Your bare chest is against the crisp fabric of her shirt, her breath hot on your neck.

And then she tugs you further in, right against her, gripping your hips. And thank gods, you’re still in your underwear, because without that last scrap of fabric, you’d be soaking the front of her trousers. A low grunt as she feels the heat of you so close.

And then, without meaning to, or maybe because you mean to, you rock your hips against her.

It sends a pulse through both of you. Your gasp is airy, her groan low.

Then she gives up some restraint. Says nothing and just moves.

Hands slide under your thighs, and in one seamless shift, she lifts you off her lap.

You grab on, legs wrapping around her. But she wouldn’t drop you. On her knees, she places you in the middle of the bed. Lays you down like you belong there. Belong to her.

Your back to the bed, Grayson over you, you feel content, breathing her scent in, before remembering your need. It hits like a wave. But Grayson is ahead of you, thigh pushing between yours, pressing against your core. 

You rock your hips up gently and she lets you have your way, watching your ache, before pressing herself against you. The sensation of her weight ripples through your body.

But she doesn’t move, only whispers, “Let’s not hurry this.” 

You give a small sound of protest. “Please, Grayson…” 

She chuckles low, one hand already finding its way down your body. When you whine for more, she follows the line lower. Kissing your throat, sucking your nipple, mouthing your belly. You lift toward her, but she doesn’t go straight to where you need her, lips brushing your hip, your thigh. You can’t wait much longer.

Your panties are damp and show just how much she affects you. She hums, then curls her fingers around the waistband and pulls them off. 

Her gaze drags slowly from your legs to your sex, your stomach, your chest, and finally, to your face. You see she likes it. Still, you feel a little self-concious and involuntarily shift. Catching it, she leans down to kiss your hip again,

“Shh, you’re perfect.” And something in her sure voice makes you believe her.

Hands return, delicately touching first, then pressing your thighs wider. Nothing in you resists opening up to her. She settles there, arms wrapping beneath your thighs. One hand resting on your belly, the other keeping your thigh tight to her shoulder.

Her mouth touches the crease of your thigh, then the other. Then again, but with her tongue, until you soften completely in her arms.

And finally, no more detours.

Flat tongue, light, slow stroke, all along your folds.

You gasp, hips twitching, and grasp her hand on your abdomen. Holding you firmly open, she groans into you. The sound vibrates through your skin.

No flicking or teasing. She presses her tongue softly at first, then in firm, long stripes, sinking between your folds until you’re clutching her hand.

Against your skin, it’s warm and perfectly clear. “Stay still, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

You try your best to stay still for her, as that tongue carefully learns you. 

And at last, your clit. She doesn’t just lick one way, she tries to find what you like. The tip of her tongue dragging, swiping different directions, mouth surrounding and gently sucking, until she finds your way. You pant and whimper, let her hear everything, moans starting to tremble, until she finds the rhythm that makes your hips lift and your whole body shake. 

Her eyes don’t leave your face, like she’s not just devouring your body, but everything you’re giving her, your surrender. She grabs tight around both your thighs and holds you still, tongue never faltering.

“Grayson…” you whisper, just before you come, sudden and unbounded. She holds you through it. Her mouth doesn’t leave you. Not until you’re done. Not until you tug her up to you.

She pulls you into her arms, and you hold on tight, tucking your face into her shoulder, heart still pounding.

One hand cups the back of your head, lips brushing your temple. Her voice is husky in your ear. 

“Good girl. You did so good for me. Just like I wanted you.” 

You shudder as she whispers, “Let’s not end yet.”

Her hand slides down, and somehow, you still want more. She explores you first, tracing the slick between your folds with her strong fingers, then gently presses one in. Then two, deep and assured. You arch into it, breath catching.

She shifts lower, just enough to sink them to the knuckle and curl just right. Her hands don’t hesitate and you pant short, little breaths. 

A soft kiss at your jaw. “So sweet. So open.” Pressing to that spot inside on every stroke. You whine and bury your face in her hair. She holds you close. Lets you hide for a moment. Lets you feel her steady.

But then, still low but firmer now, “Look at me.”

You don’t move, eyes closed, thoughts only on feeling.

“Baby,” she murmurs, fingers still moving inside you, “let me see you.” The hand at your back presses just slightly. A nudge.

She doesn’t just want to give you this. She wants to share it. To watch you take it. To witness what it does to you.

“Sweet thing…” Her lips brush your jaw, coaxing you back. You turn, breathing hard. And gods, the way she looks at you, like you’re the only thing she wants to see.

Her thumb brushes gently over your clit, syncing with the curl of her fingers inside you. You’re so close.

Her gravelly voice sinks into you. 

“That’s it. Just let it happen.”

Her rhythm never falters. Looking into her sure eyes, you hold on to her.

“There she is…” she murmurs. “Let me feel you fall apart for me.”

And you do fall apart for her. Whimpering her name again.

When you come, it’s not just her fingers, or her gaze, or her heavy body steady against you, it’s also her deep voice,

“That’s it. My girl. Good girl.”

Hips trembling, thighs shaking, your eyes blur, but you keep looking at her. Sobbing, maybe. Moaning her name. You don’t know. But she does, because she watches you the whole time, fingers working, holding you together through it.

“You’re doing so good, darling”

And when your body stills, she cradles your head to her neck. Her hand stays between your thighs, not inside or moving anymore, just resting there.

You’re curled against her as your breathing evens. Her solid body surrounds you, and you feel so safe and wanted, cared for. 

She hums softly.

You’re not sure how to offer it, but you want to give something back. To touch her, if she wants it.

So, gingerly, your hand trails down. Across her stomach, still covered by her shirt. Then lower, to the waistband of her trousers.

Your fingers dip there, offering to give.

Turning your face from her neck you peek up at her, a silent question.

She exhales slowly through her nose. Looks into your eyes like she’s searching for something. Then the arm around your back tightens, nudges, gives permission.

So you go further. Warmth. Heat. Wet. All because of you.

She moans quietly into your hair.

You find her with your fingers. She’s tense, but bit by bit, she relaxes into your touch. She doesn’t guide you, doesn’t speak. Just holds you, face buried in your hair, breath stuttering at your ear.

You worry whether you’re doing it right for her, fingers moving carefully. She doesn’t buck or writhe. But when she presses in, hips pushing subtly into your hand, you start to feel more confident, and quicken your pace.

You feel her start to shake before she makes a sound.

And when she comes, she comes into your hand like she can’t help it. A broken groan. Arms lock around you, holding you to her chest as her body tenses, then shudders apart. For a moment, she is yours.

She doesn’t let go. Even when her breath steadies. Even when your hand stills and slips back up to her waist. She just holds you there, tight in her arms, mouth pressed to your temple.

Her voice, when it comes, is ragged. “You’re so good to me.”

You hum to her, glad to have taken care of her too.

She feels close, not just in body, but in everything.

Grayson shifts first. One hand smooths up your back, the other slides beneath your thigh as she adjusts you, so you’re both comfortable, your weight resting fully against her.

A rumble from her chest. “You okay?”

You nod against her. “Yeah… Are you?”

She exhales and rests her head against yours.

“Now I am.”

Eventually, your breaths even together. Your eyes flutter shut.

Just before you drift to sleep, she murmurs, “Baby girl.”

You whisper back, “Grayson.”

Then, silence.

And sleep.

* * *

That’s how you wake the next morning. Your hand resting over her belly, snuggled up against her.

Voices drift in from outside, and you can recognize one of them. You don’t want to move, but life is waiting, and it’s time to return to it.

Grayson watches as you peek out the window, wrapped in a blanket. To your relief, it’s your friend chatting with the hotel concierge. She found you.

You crack the window open, call to her and wave, promising to come down once you’re dressed. She gets the hint not to come up, and makes a questioning gesture at the blanket you’re wearing, and laughs. You bite your lip and shut the window quickly.

Grayson is already up, standing in the middle of the room, pulling on her uniform jacket. The corners of her eyes crinkle as she smiles wide, clearly well-rested.

You walk over, uncertain, but she’s as calm and steady as ever. She pulls you close and leans down to kiss you.

Then says in her grounding voice, maybe as much to herself as to you,

“You’re going to be alright now.”

And you know you will be.

♡

[boxxing-flavored-deactivated202]

I keep seeing Sevika with glasses

So here this

• Denial Is a River in Zaun, Sevika is 1000% convinced her eyes are fine. “I don’t need glasses, you’re just blurry,” she says while squinting directly at your forehead instead of your eyes.

• Hot Girl Nearsightedness, She tries to play it off like she’s intimidating when she’s really just trying to figure out if she’s glaring at Silco or a lamp. You once caught her threatening a coat rack.

• You teasingly call her “Granny Vika” every time she squints or holds something at arm’s length. She grumbles and grabs your ass in retaliation. “Still strong enough to put you over my knee, sweetheart.”

• She Hates the Exam, You finally drag her to an eye exam. She tries to flirt her way out of it. until you sit in her lap and whisper, “If you behave, I’ll let you keep them on while you wreck me later.”

• First Time With Glasses, She puts them on and blinks a few times. “Shit… is that what you look like?” now she won’t stop staring at you like you’re the Mona Lisa with thighs.

• She only wears them around the house, mostly shirtless, reading a book while lounging on the couch. “Ma’am… you can’t just look like someone’s sexy literature professor and expect me to focus.” You tell her. She adjusts glasses slowly “Then don’t.”

• You once walked in on her wearing her glasses, hair messy, tank top half-riding up, reading and you just melted.

• Glasses Stay On, First time you kissed her while she was wearing them, you fogged them up so bad she had to take them off. Now she keeps lens wipes by the bed. She calls it “battle prep.”

• Ultimate Weakness, You grab her glasses and wear nothing else. She stops whatever she’s doing—mid-sentence, mid-sip, mid-growl—and just stares. “…Goddamn. Come here. I can’t even be mad.”

[chateaumarmontdoll-deactivated2]

if anyone sees me being manipulated by a 40-60yo woman, do NOT intervene. i am right where i need to be in life.

[nonchalantpirate]

Apparently just a fanfic I've written some time in the past and didn't post for some reason. Polka Kakamond from hsr got me HOOOKED. I love my insane scientist ladies SO MUCH. I would change this into reader insert but decided to just keep it as it. Visha is my oc, she's a part of the genius society and she's in love with Polka. Because who isn't.

No warnings! Mention of homicide I guess.

The scientist took off her gloves and washed her hands, the lingering scent of chemicals sticking to her hair, her skin and her white coatー her natural scent completely overwritten by it. Genius society member massacre has been going rather well, collaborating with member number 4, Polka Kakamond. Or rather, she was collaborating with Polka. She's had eyes for Polka for long, and she was insane enough to follow her through such an immoral plan.

For her, I'd walk through hell and back.

She put on a set of cotton gloves and took a vial filled with a certain liquid she tested on, another of her prized creations.

Working together with Polka has more benefits than it harms her. She gets free bodiesー dead or alive to experiment on. As her field of interest was biological lifeforms, it wasn't easy to find... Sufficient resources to improve her research most of the time.

She walked to Polka's study, holding the vial in a tray, she opened the door knowing that Polka is inside, "Got one of your requests"

"Visha, please knock"

The lady shrugged and put the tray down on her table, "My hands were busy, or do you have anything else to hide from me~?"

Polka sighed and took a look of the vial, "At this point, it doesn't matter anymore"

"As I thought", Visha sat down on Polka's couch, "And? No news for me?"

"Yes, your identity as the genius society member has been wiped off"

With that, a wide grin appeared on Visha's face. She leans back on the couch, "Perfect, I'm just a bit sad that I didn't get to experience you in action"

Polka walked towards Visha and leaned down on her, her arms resting on the couch as she hovers over Visha, "Perhaps if you escape from here with the knowledge of my doingsー you'll get to experience it yourself"

Visha's heart thumped in her chest, blood running hot in her veins. She chuckled and trailed her index finger along Polka's jaw and rest on her chin, "Don't you think the lord of silence is quite talkative today?"

Polka clicked her tongue and straightened herself, turning her heels away and walked out of the room. Visha stayed there as if she had won, a reaction was enough but there was even an initiative, she was more than happy by it.

Polka isn't oblivious about Visha's interest in her, even though Visha covered the collaboration as if she just did it for the free experimental objects. Polka was well-aware. If so, Visha wonders just why she's holding back. She's given from subtle hints to obvious flirting, a few reactions was all she's got.

Either way, she can only wait until something happens, or she dies in Polka's hands inevitably. She went back to her room she saw Polka took the vial with her, must be the last one, she thought.

[nonchalantpirate]

Clothes practice

Tial is actually a self insert

[3lectro-heart]

Literally

[sergeantsporks]

"Aro/Ace person gets given a love potion" story but instead of them being immune or whatever, it DOES work, and they realize IMMEDIATELY that they've been fed a love potion because this feeling is so wrong and foreign but everyone keeps laughing off the idea of it being a love potion because "they were probably just a late bloomer" or "no, you just finally found the right person!" and it's just a horror story about how no one believes them even though they know, they KNOW this isn't right and they can't stand it.

[celuere]

Omg I'm a new follower but I love your blog so much first of all!! So many Arle content to feast on.. 🫣

I JUST SAW YOUR OC AND I'M JUST, I'm curious can I know her lore 😔💕 I'm a sucker for scientists, WERE SHE THERE WHEN CRUCABENA REIGN DOMINANCE OVER HOTH?? And she left when she was 14ー where did she go? Was it to Dottore? What did he do to her 😭 How did she become a scientist and does she enjoy itー

Hope I didn't overwhelm you with questions BUT I JUST WANNA SAY I LOVE HER SO MUCH 🤩🥰💕🫶💖

OH GOOD GOD SO MANY QUESTIONS WHERE DO I BEGIN AAAAA very happy to hear that you enjoy my works (and my cunty oc) so let’s dive right into it before i go back to studying!

Juno was put into the HotH when she was around seven years old as arle and clervie were already a part of the organization when they took her in and she stayed there until she turned 14 before crucabena more or less sold her off to a bunch of researchers because she actually wasn’t allowed to send her off to dottore or kill her (thank you pierro).

now for you to understand why she was sold off, you can take a closer look at her eyes and notice the common khaenri‘ahn pattern in them because SURPRISE!!! juno is actually are pure blooded khaenri‘ahn citizen and is- if we take it literally- 500 years older than arle but biologically she is two months younger than her. that is because as we know, time flows differently in the abyss so when the cataclysm happened she was a little over four months old, and when she was brought to teyvat- she was still four months old but arle was born six months prior to her arrival. (kaeya was also brought to teyvat by his father through the same way since khaenri’ah is also his homeland)

she was then dropshipped to fontaine right in front of neuvilettes doorstep who then sorta played lost & found with her until he eventually realized that her parents are nowhere to be found so she got adopted by a couple of good friends of his. so she had a a pretty chill childhood up until her seventh year.

yet on the other side of teyvat, three people were looking almost frantically for her.

now crucabena scooped her up after incident but very much against her will because of multiple reasons: her connection to the iudex, her almost quiet demeanor as a kid and the fact that she is quite literally blind without her glasses (we know from arle‘s story that crucabena sent „misfits“ off to dottore). she was a thorn in crucabena‘s eyes in SO many ways like that woman hated her guts and she hated it even more that she couldn’t even get rid of her. so she at least made it known that wasn’t fond of the little girl.

growing up in the hearth under mother‘s care was especially tough for her. when arle, clervie etc were sent off to meaningless slaughter or missions, she was left or rather locked into her room, where she had LOTS of time. now juno has always been way smarter than the average person so she spent her time reading books, her late parents greatly encouraged her young brain so she could already read and write on her own by the time she got snatched by the fatui and secretly got her hands on books regarding maths, biology, physics etc through peruere who was known as mothers favorite!

but who are juno’s parents? THAT is my favorite thing to answer and it also explains where here high intellect comes from because Juno’s IQ is deeply rooted into her dna actually! i feel so silly saying this but juno‘s parent is none other than one of the five sinners of khaenri’ah, Hroptatyr „The Wise“. we still don’t know like- anything about Hroptatyr, not even their gender so i sadly can‘t elaborate any further on this 💔

now to FINALLY answer your questions, she didn’t got sold off to dottore fortunately, but to her godparent Eilif who is also an OC of mine! Eilif is just like Capitano and Dain cursed with immortality and used to be a highly respected researcher and mage of the royal family of khaenri’ah and a very close friend of Juno‘s parents and was looking for her ever since the destruction of their homeland since she got fucking LOST on her way to teyvat and nobody knew where the four month old baby landed, she got eilif stressing so hard that they even got Capitano and Pierro involved☠️ Pierro was the first one to find her when her documents from the hearth landed on his desk and at first it took him a good five minutes of staring at her picture when he FINALLY made the connections. that’s when crucabena got the order to keep her alive and then lowkey thought it was a good idea to just keep her there for now.

Eilif then decided when she turned 14 to get her out of the orphanage for good and despite all their efforts they are keeping their actual identity and juno’s origin hidden from her so she thinks she just randomly got adopted by this 6‘6ft tall mountain who could rather pass as a harbinger than a morally grey scientist. they basically taught her everything she knows, she is a scientist with her WHOLE heart and soul.

also eilif and juno are part of the fatuis very own special research team which consist of seven other ocs so stay tuned for more own character soup😋😋😋

[nonchalantpirate]

I'M SO EXCITED FOR OTHER OC SOUP OMGGG If nobody loves your ocs I'm dead. THIS IS SO LIT‼️‼️‼️‼️I WAS THINKING SHALLOWLY I WAS INTERESTED JUST CUZ JUNO WAS A SCIENTIST BUT WOAH THIS IS A WHOLE DAMN DELICIOUS LORE!!! Please keep em coming... If you wanna...!! (Is it just me or do I see Juno and Arle in some of the xreader fics? 🫣🫣)

[celuere]

Sweet Dreams.

pairing: Arlecchino x wife!Reader x Peruere

Context: ever since your husband left for a rather long businesstrip, nights have been… lonely to put it mild. That is until one evening as you fall asleep, only to experience the best night of your life.

cw: threesome, boss AND normal arle taking turns, Arle and Peruere are packing, overstimulation, mild degrading, scratching, bondage as in arle uses her webs on reader, cuckolding (kind of???), mentions of blood, brief mention of. squirting, reader receiving oral sort of, NOT PROOFREAD!

IMPORTANT Side Note to avoid confusion in the dialog: Peruere for bossform!arle, Arlecchino for normal!arle, reader‘s dialog will be marked as blue!

word count: 3k

Literally have no idea how my brain cooked this idea up.

NSFW utc, minors DNI!

Putting your very own wax seal onto the letter you‘ve been writing for the past minutes felt rather dull today. You stared down at the smooth paper and who it‘s addressed to.

Arlecchino Snezhevna.

You always made sure to use only your most perfect handwriting when it came to signing down your husband‘s name onto the envelope, it‘s the only way of keeping in contact with her after all. She‘s been on a businesstrip to Liyue for the past three weeks now and according the letter you just received this morning, it will probably take a few more until she returns home to you, her beloved. A soft sigh leaving your lips as your gaze wandered over to her untouched side of the bed, saying you just missed her would be an understatement, you longed for her. Longed for her soft kisses against the sensitive skin on your neck. How she would always press her lips to your forehead and then to your cheek, before her lips engulfed yours in a feather-light kiss - a ritual she repeats every morning without fail. Sure, you worked full-time in the Fatui laboratories and always came home to the children greeting you with warm smiles and loving hugs but none of it would ever fill the space she leaves in your heart whenever she was absent for a longer period of time.

That’s when a certain candle that’s been attached to her most recent letter caught your attention. It was one of those special candles of hers that didn’t even turn into wax as the fire slowly ate down at them, they just dissolved into ash, leaving an burnt scent that reminded you somehow of her own perfume.

You took the grey candle into your palm, observing the red lines grazing its surface. How exactly did she even get her hands on these? In her letter she only briefly mentioned it, maybe she just wanted to give you something to remind you of her until her arrival. You shook your head before placing the candle onto your nightstand, you‘ll light it up some other time. For now you just craved the comfort of your pillow and sheets, so it didn’t take you too long to drive off into slumber.

You had absolutely 0 idea what the fuck happened during your sleep, if your were abducted or straight up hallucinating. Either way you didn’t care. All you knew was that there were currently four hands roaming over your body, squeezing onto every precious curves of yours as small pleas and whimpers brushed past your lips.

For once, there was your husband in front of you, black fingers technically ripping open your shirt as she nibbled on the soft skin of your neck. Second, the red-lined hand of her much bigger version of herself was too busy with pumping her fingers in and out of your clenching cunt. Giving your ass a nice squeeze here and there.

„Look at her… she seems to be quite enjoying this. Being caged between her husband does some things to her pussy, too.“, you didn’t have to turn your face around to see the smirk that’s tugging on Peruere‘s lips as she presses a kiss to your cheek, fingers skillfully rubbing the soft spot inside of you, curling up every now and then while your legs slowly but surely turn into mush. Celestia above, you weren’t seeing the pearly gates in this lifetime. Ever.

Arlecchino only chuckled as her lips engulfed your right nipple, left tit in her other hand, squeezing it gently as the nails of her fingers dug into the soft flesh, forcing a rather sharp moan out of your mouth. Your nipple left her mouth with a juicy plop, „Who would‘ve thought, that my dear wife has been secretly longing for two versions of her husband showering her in attention. But alas…“, she stood straight back up, grabbing your chin to force you to maintain eye contact as Peruere continued to ravage your weak spot with her bare fingers, „It is no secret to me that my wife‘s sexual fantasies have always been on the rather… pathetic side.“, not allowing you to response, she shoved her thumb into your already opened mouth, pressing down on your tongue and causing you to gag.

Still with no idea how you even ended up here, you were enjoying this. And you made sure to let them know as your first orgasm of the night came crashing down on you, making you bend forward into Arlecchinos chest with soft moans escaping your lips and pressing her thumb further into your mouth as you couldn’t help but press your ass against Peruere‘s more than painful bulge.

Hearing Peruere sucking in a sharp breath at the sudden pressure on her caged boner, she slowly removed her soaked fingers from your slickness, ghosting her nails over your aching clit in the process which made you visibly shiver, „Already so exhausted over me just using my fingers, doll…?“, a click of her tongue as your pants fell now completely to the floor, exposing just how wet your quivering inner thighs already were. „You’re practically dripping over the floor with not a single ounce of shame in that gorgeous body of yours, hm?“, to say that you were aroused was very mildly put but you weren’t helped at all with how desperately you were clinging to Arle‘s jacket like you were about to collapse at any given moment.

It was just her fingers, how on earth would you survive the real deal like this?

A sigh left Arle‘s lips as she retreats her hand from your mouth to get ahold of your waist, „Oh my… Already needing assistance, my little bird?“, you didn’t notice her throwing Peruere a commanding look before you heard a low chuckle followed by a snap of her fingers echoing through the realm.

Have you ever wondered for what your husband’s web strings could also be of use for?

Or were you surprised, shocked even, when you suddenly felt multiple scolding hot strings wrapping around your thighs, your abdomen and chest to stabilize your stance (or solely for the purpose of getting you into whatever position they pleased)?

„Now that’s much better… Don‘t you think so too, dove?“, the sound of a zipper being pulled down along with the rustle of fabric was to be heard behind you, „I-I’m not exactly turned off, if I’m being ho- OH-!“, you were interrupted in your sentence as you felt the tip of her cock, already stained with her own precum, running along your wet slit, applying gentle pressure to your aching entrance.

„Shhhh… you have to spare you vocals cords for later, bird… focus rather on giving her a nice performance.“, a sharp nail tapping your cheek before gesturing to something in front of you. Or rather someone.

„Don’t mind me enjoying the show from here. Just pretend like I’m not even present.“, none other than your husband was sitting before you on her Balemoon Throne, chin resting on her hand as the other one slowly rubbed over the very much visible bump between her legs. If she enjoyed seeing you bent over by another version of herself with your tits being practically on full display to her, she didn’t show it.

„You heard her.“, shoving the first few inches of her length inside of you, a low groan left your throat, „Relax, sweetness. It‘s not like this is the first time you‘re taking my dick in this form, is it?“, Peruere bent over your quivering figure while carefully inching deeper and deeper inside of your cunt, more or less splitting you open on her cock. „You feel that hm?“, a whisper next to your ear as her lips grazed the skin right behind it, „How good you‘re taking my dick in this position? It‘s like you were made for me.“, your only response was a choked moan as your walls tried adjusting to her sheer size.

Fucking hell she was big.

„No answer? Don’t worry, the way your pussy is practically swallowing me whole is telling me all I need to know.“, her breathy words brushing past the shell of your ear as she carefully pulled back out until the tip is all what’s left inside of you before she rolled her hips back into yours in a harsh manner, forcing you to cry out in nothing but pure bliss. Her left hand grabbed a good handful of your hair, yanking it back as the other one moved around your sweating skin, now lightly scratching her nails over your still hardened nipple. „My, my…“, another harsh thrust back inside of you, tip grazing your G-Spot in the process and slowly reducing you to nothing but a whimpering and moaning mess. „We‘re just getting started and you’re already melting over my dick. Pathetic. At least look her in the eyes while I fuck you senseless.“, her harsh tone only contributed to the knot tightening in your abdomen, but you obeyed.

And my fucking god. If it weren’t for the distance between Arlecchino and you, your hand would’ve straight up reached down to take care of whatever is going on inside her pants. You could tell how much self control this is taking from her by the way she is taking deep, controlled breaths. Hand resting on her inner thighs, with her fingers slowly tapping over the fabric. Let’s not even talk about the wet stain right below the zippers of her pants. But her eyes. They’re weren’t fixated on your face. No. They were staring almost hungrily at something below you. Probably the way your cunt is practically taking the bigger version of herself like it’s nothing. How your tits we’re moving with every single thrust of her, ever single shiver sent down your spine as Peruere pounded senseless into your wet pussy from behind.

Your husband probably noticed your shameless staring at her because she promptly moved her indifferent gaze up to meet yours. And that’s probably all it took as the knot in your abdomen came to a loose as your mouth fell open, back arching right into Perueres upper body as your climax washed over you agonizingly slow but still so intense it forced tears to form in the corners of your eyes. A low groan left Peruere’s lips as you tightly squeezed around her length and she released the grip she had on your hair and straightened herself, both hands now tightly gripping onto your hips with her nails digging deep enough into your flesh to draw blood. She spoke up as a sharp cry came over your lips, god you we’re sensitive.

„There, there… that sounded like it felt fucking good.“, she only increased the pace of her thrusts instead of giving you time to calm down from your high and it was fucking intoxicating. „You really think I’m gonna let her have a turn without me painting your insides in a nice shade of whiter did you?“, she laughed at your misery, as a smirk tugged on Arlecchinos own lips. And you? You were moaning over her dick like you’ve never known anything else.

Oh these fuckers were having a field day with you.

But much to Peruere‘s dislike she felt her own climax approaching rather fast once your walls calmed down around her. The only feeling you suddenly felt was the warm liquid settling inside of you as her nails scratched down your skin all the way to your ass, drawing out a pleasured cry from you. „Fucking hell… you liked that, huh…? Liked me filling up this greedy cunt?“, she stayed buried inside of you for a little while longer before being interrupted by Arlecchino clearing her throat.

„If you don’t mind handing my wife over, I’d also like to get my share of her.“, crimson X‘s practically piercing through Peruere‘s.

„Now.“

„Relax. I was just letting our pretty girl calm down. Wouldn’t want to tire her out already, do we?“, slowly and carefully, she pulled back out of you, causing you whimper at the sudden emptiness between your legs. Wether it was out of relief or need - you didn’t know. But you also couldn’t give less fucks about that as you were sat down on Arlecchino‘s lap with your back turned to her.

Arle clicked her tongue in annoyance at Peruere, „If you‘d observe her for even the shortest moment you would have noticed how this greedy little thing can’t wait to have something shoved inside of her again. Just look at how her cunt is clenching around nothing.“, she snapped her fingers, causing the strings to pull your legs to your chest and expose the mess of your pussy to your husband‘s bigger version, blackened hand reaching around to unzip her pants and pull them down just enough to finally free her raging boner out of its prison. Something in Peruere‘s eyes darkened at the sight of her cum slowly oozing out of your hole. Something dangerous.

The sudden relief on Arle‘s dick was causing a moan to leave her throat but it didn’t take her long until you were sat down onto her dick and being a little smaller and thinner than her cursed version… she slid in like butter.

„Nicely prepared for me, aren’t you sweetness…? How does my dick feel inside of you? Does it feel better than hers?“, ignoring your rapid breaths and how you were literally loosing your mind in her lap, she pressed a soft kiss to your neck as she slowly, almost too slowly, fucked her hips up into yours. All the while holding eye contact with Peruere standing before them, debating if she should just grab you right out of Arle‘s arms and ravage you in front of her until you can’t even remember your own name. But no… they shouldn’t work against each other in this case…

„Make sure to keep her legs propped up. I need good access to her.“, and in the next moment she dropped to her knees right down in front of you, now on the same height as your pussy being pumped into by Arlecchino, your mixed cum spilling down at the sides and onto her throne. Oh what a fucking beautiful sight that was.

„Don’t mind if I do.“, and there she, sucking your already swollen clit into mouth, her hands grabbed onto your thighs as she practically devoted herself to the small nerv bundle between your legs. „Oh, I definitely don’t mind. My love, what about you?“, her thrusts suddenly greatly increasing in speed as she presses another kiss to your neck, „Do you mind her down there?“.

You were pretty sure your soul already left your body by now. Your mind was blank except for two things. Arlecchino‘s dick and Peruere‘s dick. Lewd thing you are. Your sleeping shorts along with your panties where somewhere discarded a few meters ahead, as for your button-up shirt? Arle got tired of them and straight up ripped the fabric open to gain access to your breasts, which are now covered in multiple love bites and hickeys. Goodness you looked like a mess and it was such a turn on. Like a toy being passed around between the two of them and the thought alone was fucking with your head. May you never leave this wonderful place ever again. Who needs heaven anyways?

You were ripped out of your thoughts as Peruere teasingly bit down on your clit as Arle straight up aimed for the sensitive spot inside your pussy. „I just asked you something, did I not? Or are two orgasms enough to render you useless?“, your only reply was to throw your head back against her shoulder. It was a miracle your vocal cords were still intact with how you loud your moans were echoing over the whole place.

„I see… well since we’ve already pushed you past a certain point, why bother stopping now?“, cursed fingers now getting a hold of your tit as you could do nothing except submit your whole body to them. With Peruere’s lips still tormenting your clitoris and Arle‘s cock almost effortlessly hitting that stupid spot inside of you, it didn’t take you long until you squirted -yes. squirted.- over Peruere’s mouth. Feeling a smirk forming against the wet flesh of your vagina, she swallowed every single ounce of you. It was like heaven itself opened up to her.

Simultaneously your orgasm seemed to be the only thing that was missing from pushing Arlecchino over the edge herself, moaning right into your ear as her warm cum spilled right against your cervix while she buried herself ballsdeep inside of you, whispering the shape of your name against your neck like a prayer over and over again. „That’s it, mon amour… taking my loud so well… fuck, you feel perfect around me… so perfect…“, she couldn’t help but pepper small kisses all over your sweaty skin.

That’s it. You were done. No more. One more round and you might show Fontaine a real fucking prophecy and that’s something we want to avoid at all costs.

„We“ didn’t seem to include the two of them tho, because Peruere slowly rose back up to her feet, your juices still dripping down her chin as she licked her lips clean as she gestured at Arle to pull out.

„Make space for me. You take the other hole.“

You begged her finest pardon?????

But much to your demise, Arlecchino only chuckled lowly and pulled out of your fucked out cunt, her tip now pressing against your ass. There is no way they’re going to-

„H-Hold on-! You guys are crazy-!!“, crying out with a raspy voice, you only made the two of them laugh.

Peruere bent down to your ear, now one of them on each side of your face as they whispered in a low, teasing voice.

„We are not the one dreaming about this, are we?“

You gasped loudly as you sat up straight in your bed like you just had the most horrific nightmare of the century.

„What the hell was that…“

Wiping the sweat off of your forehead you couldn’t help but notice your soaked panties and the small stain on sheets. That’s when you noticed a faint light on your right.

It was the candle you received along with Arlecchinos letter this morning, slowly burning out and only leaving a small pile of ash on the wood.

But you never lit the candle on in the first place.

[celuere]

i bet zani knows just the right places in town to sneak off with you undisturbed since her work as part-bodyguard probably requires her to often get her clients to safety in case of dangerous situations. the zani brainrot is starting to take over. the devil works fast. but i work faster.

cw: fem!reader, semi-public, vaginal fingering this is kinda rushed and i’m tired alrnnwnrnsndnyisk

it happened to be a sunny day. actually- a sunny work day.

but the weather barely contributed anything to a relaxed work environment. an action getting called off, another client being ignorant of rinacitas rules- it was draining for poor zani. work is rarely draining for her.

so spotting you amidst the crowd that gathered around one of the various street performances after she- rather unkindly- bid farewell to her client (may he get stroke down during the next thunder storm), you might as well handed her the lottery on a silver platter.

originally you just wanted to take advantage of the great weather and get some errands done for the coming weekend but you always had a hard time walking by the street performance echoes or the various food stalls that you got a total of… one. singular errand done. a bit pitiful, isn’t it?

to be honest, the only reason you even stepped food outside the house today is that you felt the need to do something nice for your wife. with the carnival nearing, her hands are packed with all kinds of responsibilities, managing actions, guarding guests of the montelli family- the woman was barely home anymore. only coming home when you’ve long ago fallen into the land of dreams and leaving again at the first signs of the sun starting to rise. my god you missed her.

you barely winced when you suddenly felt a hand from behind brushing your hair out of your face „enjoying the show, mia caro?“, whisking a kiss right behind your ear, zani took a moment in to bathe in your scent. at least one thing that could lighten her mood.

it wasn’t rare to run into her during her work but you often refrained from directly approaching her when it did happen, „zani… you can say that… i didn’t know you were in the area today…“, your wife wasn’t often a fan of public affection. she thinks it‘s better reserved behind closed doors, but she placed that kiss onto the back of your hand nonetheless. wrapping an arm around your waist to slowly guide you away from the crowd.

„i was. but… complications with a new client rather forced me to cut my task here short… what about you? wanted to enjoy the weather?“, you ignored how she streets got quieter and quieter the more you ventured into the city.

„ah, yes… kind off. i decided to get some groceries done for the weekend while i‘m at it.“, with a soft smile, you lifted up the rather poorly stuffed bag in your hand. your spouse only raised an eyebrow as you came to a stop in an empty corner of the harbor. a beautiful view right on the glimmering ocean.

„groceries? didn’t we get those just this monday? amore, it‘s wednesday…“, she gave your cheek a slight squeeze, „at least take my wallet…“, not hesitating for one second, zani fished her portmonee from her pants and opened it, „how much do you need?“.

„nono-! h-honey, it’s not like that, please put the money away-!“.

she looked at like you were crazy.

„it‘s uh… sigh i actually wanted to buy some things to set up a nice dinner at home this weekend…“, you couldn’t help but feel a faint blush creeping up your cheeks at the forced confession, lying to her was no use anyways. she read you like the morning papers.

„a nice dinner, hm…?“, slowly she stuffed the wallet back into her pants, „tell me more…“, her teeth got a hold of the fingertip of her glove before pulling it straight off her hand. something tightened in your abdomen.

„i-i thought about maybe baking a- h-hold on what are you doing-?!“, your head almost frantically wiped around as your wife pushed a knee between your legs to part them and swiftly sneaked her hand underneath your sundress.

„oh, don’t mind me. keep on explaining.“, wetting her lips as she was already met with your arousal when she slipped her fingers into your slip, zani was barely moved by the possibility of you two getting caught with her fingers knuckles deep inside you. she might have a certain distaste for showing it publicly, but sneaking off to an almost abandoned street was something else. her logic not often made sense to you.

„h-hah…. I… I-I thought about maybe baking something together… l-like a… ngh… p-pizza…?“, her fingers circling your clit in slow, steady motions made it unnecessarily difficult for you to form a coherent sentence.

„baking together, hm…?“, as she deemed you slick enough, she sneaked her fingers inside of your already aching pussy, „amore, non smetti mai di sorprendermi…“

„love, you certainly never fail to surprise me…“

„o-oh-! w-well… hah… w-what can i say…? i miss my w-wife…“, you were probably getting fingers right now against the poor window of an elderly lady but that was long forgotten with the first curl of her fingers.

„the feeling is mutual, bellissima… but really, you don’t have to go all out for me like this…“, zani‘s shit day was already reduced to small afterthought in her brain. the way you clenched around her fingers with how you slammed your hand over your mouth to muffle your moans- you were lucky you aren’t home right now because the scenario of somebody catching her buried with her face between your legs out in the open was… not so appealing now that she thought about it.

„can‘t talk…? a pity…“, her fingertips rubbed against your most sensitive spot like it’s all they’ve ever done, watching you jolt with each curl of her fingers as your slickness coated your inner thighs. it was almost torture that she couldn’t lick you clean afterwards.

„stay quiet for me, darling… mhm… just like that… my, look at those hips riding my hand…“.

she had way too much fun. that smile deserved to be wiped off her face for good.

seeing you melt over her fingers was just the cure she needed for her mood. how you whimpered her name into her hand, gripping tightly into her shirt with the other. her own pants were getting annoying.

„there, there… good girl…“, pulling out her coated fingers, she made no drama about it and licked them clean with her tongue before putting the glove back on and handing your poor panting self a napkin to clean you up.

„mr. alberto urgently requested my presence in a few minutes, i‘ll accompany you back to the square and depart from there.“, you saw how she had to hide her chuckle as you glared up at her.

how convenient for her.

on your way back you didn’t dare mutter a single word, too embarrassed by how easily you folded for her just now, she didn’t tease you about it either.

placing a way too fast kiss on your forehead when you reached the townsquare, zani leaned in to your ear.

„i would like to see you already naked when i‘m coming home later.“

much to your disdain, she also left a heavy sum in your bag which you only noticed when she was out of sight. unbelievable.