Saw a gif of pov with Cantarella bouncing on your lap and her boobs jiggling in your face and it gave me..... needs
So here's a super short drabble applicable to any woman you want (I have written down some of my choices), can imagine Y/n with either a strap or cock both work
Her voice came in short, breathy gasps, her arms wrapped around your neck, fingers gripping your hair and her head thrown back as she undulated on your lap. Her hips sought yours, moving with fervor, sounds of skin slapping against skin resounding in the room. Your own hands gripped her hips, squeezing her plump ass and thighs as you helped her move.
Your face was buried in her ample chest, snuggled between her plentiful breasts as she took her pleasure from you, her scent filling your senses, the soft fleshy mounds bouncing with her movements. You urged to touch them, to kiss and suck, but she held you too close and too tight, lost in her own revelry as she approached her release. Not that you were complaining, this sensation itself was exquisite beyond words, after all.....
(No formal title because I kind of just wrote this on a whim. Not highly romantic, could even be interpreted as platonic, with some nice scenery and emotions. If you enjoy, huzzah. 878 words)
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The last of the roars dwindle into the nighttime wind, withering into dying hums. Inches above the surface of the water, she stands, as if held there by a puppetteer’s strings.
The silty ocean shallows lap around your ankles as you dash toward her flowing silhouette, the loose sand threatening to foil every step. Finally, as your pace slows and you fight for each breath, her limbs appear to relax. Suddenly she’s floating as if it’s a normal law of nature, toetips just dipping into the water.
As she turns toward you, her finned capes swirl around her, and the glowing turquoise arcs of her twin swords fade. The dark blue hues of her robes could nearly disappear into the night, but the gold of her hair and the silver of her single graceful horn catch the starlight, just enough that you couldn’t possibly lose sight of her.
Though, that thought presses more fear into your heart now than anything else.
Your gaze fixed on her impossibly ultramarine eyes, the distance between you closes before you’ve realized, and suddenly she’s gazing down at you, silently. If you didn’t know her typical composure so intimately by now, you might not have noticed the slight waver in her expression and the slight desperation of her breath.
But you do notice. And just as you begin to speak—
“You’re safe now.”
Her calm, deep voice comes before your own can escape. And even though the wrath of Tacet Discords that had surrounded her still leaves its traces in the frothing of the waters, in spite of your own racing heartbeat, you believe her.
Your pulse slows a little at last. Though, that’s only half of your worries right now.
You’re close enough now to see the details of her skin, dimly in the starlight, but enough to see that she’s untouched. No injuries—only the salty spray kicked up by combat settling on her as she rests.
Something feels forbidden about touching such a being. Maybe it’s that she’s so ethereal, so immaculate. The veils that billow behind her are so light and sheer. Or maybe it’s that she towers over you, over any human.
But she starts to sink down, gradually. Her toes no longer dance above the impenetrable surface. The uncannily still water embraces her ankles as if welcoming her home. Her bare toes settle in the supple sand. And she reaches out for you.
Her hand is armored. As much as you wish it could be otherwise, it’s like the distant, reassuring touch of a knight. She places it on your shoulder, just long enough for you to feel its size and weight.
Her eyes still hold you transfixed. Her numerous earrings glint like the stars themselves. And then, she lowers her head.
It takes you a few long moments to realize that, in fact, she’s not just lowering her head—she’s lowering her entire body. Her shoulders, which until now had loomed far over yours, now rest level to your own. She instead leans her entire upper body against you as she kneels in the shallows, and her hand drops just enough to offer a loose embrace at your waist.
It’s just awkward enough to be noticeable, given the length of her limbs. But to you, that’s not a bad thing.
As she rests her head, the tip of her horn just brushes by your hair. The humid ocean air feels frigid, just for that instant. And then, the warmth returns as she envelops you.
Once the wall of disbelief drops from your senses, you allow yourself to take in everything about her form. The curves and sharpness of her face; the slight stickiness of her ocean-carressed hair; the profound softness of her chest resting against your own. As she breathes steadily, you guess that you hear a slight smile in her exhale, and you can only hope that you’re right.
That maybe, you’ve seen beneath the impenetrable surface for just a heartbeat. That the petite woman you first met her as, and that doubtless she’ll fade back into soon, has just peeked through, content enough with the vulnerability. Only for you.
You allow her hair to tickle your nose as the wind plays with it. You open your eyes just long enough to witness the vast sky, and the infinite ocean beyond the both of you. Her pisciform capes are carried out by the current until they reach their full length, the flawless image of the aquatic lifeform that they take after. Sea sparkle dances and flickers as the timid waves circle around you, forming a glittering shell on the surface.
She remains nearly motionless as you venture to stroke her hair. Then, emboldened, your palm circles around her head. Your fingertips rest at the edge of the Tacet Mark adorning the center of her forehead, and she shudders imperceptibly. The minute vibrations making up your two frequencies resonate, inaudible, but tangible in every nerve.
You yearn to never interrupt that perfect harmony. So you breathe for a few seconds more. But at the same time, it’s a fleeting chance for her to hear your voice, reassuring, right in her ear. You don’t know if a time like this will ever find you again. So you speak:
jealous mommy fleurdelys w/ fem reader pls omg im thirsty
Oh Fleurdelys my beloved.... so sorry this is late but here is a quick little writeup~
18+ CONTENT
Game: Wuthering Waves
Characters: Fleurdelys x fem!reader (Rover)
Type: Smut and Fluff
A/n: the smut is with Fleurdelys but Cartethyia is still shown
It had been some time since Cartethyia gained her freedom, she had missed out on many things and was eager to see how her beloved nation had grown. It was one of those days when you accompanied her to Thessaleo Fells, having received an invitation from the Matriarch of the Fisalia Family. Cantarella had been vital in helping Cartethyia, and she was more than happy to host the Blessed Maiden in her castle after all this time.
"Welcome, it's truly an honour to have you in our presence, dear Cartethyia. Please, make yourselves at home. The Fisalias are your companions, you can let go of all formalities with us." Cantarella greeted with a smile, a line of servants bowing behind her as they welcomed you and Cartethyia.
She lead you both to her study room for some tea and refreshments before proceeding to the other activities she had planned. You remained by Cartethyia's side as you walked through the castle, ensuring she didn't feel any discomfort. As you both sat down on the sofa, Cantarella took a seat on your other side, leaving you in between both of them.
"I hope you'll like the preparations. Feel free to ask for anything else, I will have it served promptly." Cantarella spoke while pouring tea in 3 cups.
As you relished the meal, Cartethyia couldn't help but feel a little strange as she looked at you and Cantarella together. Of course, she knew you both were close and Cantarella held you in high regard, perhaps even harboured some feelings she never spoke aloud.
"Y/n, here, try this. I infused some of my potions you liked before~" Cantarella leaned on your shoulder, holding out a spoonful of pastry to your lips.
You accepted the bite with a smile, "Mmm, it's really good. Even better than before."
Cantarella was pleased at your praise. She casually brushed her thumb across your lower lip to wipe away some of the cream and licked it while eyeing you, "I'm glad you like it. I'll try out another flavour next time~"
Cartethyia's face became flushed seeing such an intimate action done so casually, neither you nor Cantarella seemed fazed by it. Then, immediately after, Cantarella leaned in to whisper something in your ear, earning a slightly embarrassed reaction as you cleared your throat. Cartethyia wondered what was said, but more than that, she felt something she didn't normally feel. The way Cantarella leaned into you—her body easily resting against yours—fed you spoonsful, casually touched your body every now and then, and more..... everything ignited an emotion she didn't know.
Later, during the tour of the castle, Cantarella would occasionally loop her arm with yours and rest her head on your shoulder. She still attended to Cartethyia as a brilliant host, but she also couldn't keep her hands off of you. Cartethyia unknowingly pouted every time Cantarella leaned near your face, ruffled your hair or fixed your collar. At some points, Cartethyia would hold your hand and interlace her fingers with yours, just to get some of your attention. Even so, the uneasiness in her chest remained seeing your closeness with Cantarella.
You bid farewell to Cantarella at the end of the day, thanking her for the hospitality. She made you promise to meet her later by yourself, earning another pouting look from Cartethyia before letting you go. You walked with Cartethyia through Whisperwind Haven, enjoying the breeze and warm rays of the sunset.
"Did you have fun, Cartethyia?" you asked as she walked ahead of you, her hands joined behind her back and her head held up. She didn't reply to you immediately, instead stopping in her tracks and suddenly turning to face you.
"Are..... you okay?" you questioned in a concerned tone, unable to determine her thoughts.
She pouted with a huff then walked up to you and held out her arms, barely able to reach your shoulders even after standing on her toes. You tilted your head in confusion then got down on one knee, opening your arms.
"Do you want to hug?"
She pursed her lips, clenching her fists and looking away.
"I.... also want to do what she can...." she mumbled to herself, barely audible to you.
"Hm? Did you say something?" you pressed, growing a bit concerned at her state.
With a stomp of her foot, a bright light engulfed her. You stood up in surprise and within seconds, Fleurdelys towered over you.
"What's wrong? Do you feel unwell?"
Fleurdelys gazed at you then stepped closer while holding out her arms. Before you knew it, she picked you up from the ground and embraced you, her head nuzzled into your neck.
"Cantarella was really affectionate of you. I...." she trailed off, instead hugging you tighter.
Your eyes widened then you let out a chuckle, "Were you jealous?~"
She groaned, "No, I.... that's not it...."
"You can admit it. I apologize for making you feel that way. But, I assure you, Cantarella is just a friend."
"I'm aware.... and I have no envy towards her. I owe her a lot and am grateful for everything she did, and continues to do. I just.... wish I could touch you the way she can."
You smiled and caressed her head, "You don't have to be like her. I love you the way you are."
She finally pulled away, still holding you up as she gazed into your eyes. You cupped her face and leaned in to kiss her, "Let me show you, in this form."
She sat down against a tree, holding her legs wide open for you to kneel in between. Her chest heaved as her breath fastened at your gaze, your hands caressing her bare thighs before moving up to cup her mound. She squirmed slightly, pulling you closer into a bruising kiss.
"This.... I have never done it this way...." she panted against your lips.
"I know. Just relax, I'll take care of everything." you reassured her then dived between her legs.
Her breath hitched the moment you pulled off her panties, exposing her dripping core to your needy gaze. You licked your lips before leaning in, dragging the flat of your tongue slowly up her slick folds. Fleurdelys gasped sharply, her thighs trembling against your shoulders—the sensation was alien yet familiar to her. The taste of her exploded across your tongue, musky and sweet like crushed violets after rain, and you groaned against her as her fingers tangled in your hair, pushing you deeper in silent demand.
You responded by circling your tongue around her swollen clit, tracing lazy figure eights that had her hips bucking erratically against your face. Her breaths came in ragged pants now, punctuated by soft, involuntary whimpers whenever you sucked lightly at her sensitive bud. Between her legs, her arousal glistened, soaking the soft curls there and dripping down to pool beneath her thighs. You slid two fingers inside her without warning, curling them upward as you redoubled your efforts with your mouth, and her entire body arched off the ground with a choked cry.
Her grip on your hair tightened painfully, but you barely noticed as you were too focused on the way her inner walls fluttered around your fingers, the way her thighs squeezed around your head like a vise. She tasted intoxicating, and you chased the flavor greedily, lapping at her folds like a man starved. Fleurdelys let out a strangled moan when you added a third finger, her body straining against the intrusion even as she rocked her hips to meet every thrust.
"Y-You—ah!—you're—too much—!" she gasped, her voice breaking on the last word.
The scent of her filled your nostrils, heavy and musk-sweet, mingling with the crisp evening air. You could feel her unraveling beneath your touch, the erratic pulse of her cunt around your fingers, the way her abdomen clenched with each breath, the desperate little sounds spilling from her lips whenever you flicked your tongue just right. You pulled back just enough to watch her face as you pressed deeper, crooked your fingers upward and her eyes flew wide, her back arching sharply as a ragged cry tore from her throat.
"There!" she panted, voice wrecked, "right—right there—!"
You obeyed instantly, curling your fingers harder against that spongy spot inside her while your tongue flicked mercilessly over her clit. Fleurdelys made a sound like a sob, her thighs clamping around your ears as her hips stuttered against your mouth. The wet squelch of your fingers pumping into her was obscenely loud in the quiet clearing, mingling with the slick noises of your tongue lapping at her folds. Her taste flooded your senses—salt and something darker, something addictive—and you drank her down like she was the only thing keeping you alive.
Her breath came in ragged, uneven gasps now, her muscles twitching uncontrollably around your fingers. You could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in her belly, the way her cunt clenched rhythmically around your thrusts. The hand in your hair trembled, her grip alternating between pulling you closer and pushing you away as if she couldn’t decide whether she wanted more or needed escape. Every lick, every suck, every curl of your fingers sent a visible shudder through her entire body, her moans rising in pitch until they bordered on screams.
Then, all at once, her body went rigid. Her back arched off the ground, her thighs clamping tightly around your head. A strangled, broken sound tore from her throat as her release crashed over her, her cunt pulsing around your fingers in erratic, desperate spasms. Wetness gushed against your lips, dripping down your chin as you greedily swallowed everything she gave you, not stopping your ministrations until she went limp beneath you, her chest heaving and her legs falling open bonelessly.
You pulled away, licking your lips with a satisfied hum.
"You taste even sweeter like this~" you murmured, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.
Fleurdelys' breath was still uneven, her azure eyes half-lidded and dazed as she gazed at you then suddenly, without warning, she lunged. The wind was knocked out of your lungs as her full weight pinned you to the grassy earth, her claws digging into your shoulders just shy of breaking skin. The scent of crushed violets clung to her skin, mingling with the musk of her release still glistening on your chin.
"More, please…. R-Righteous One…." she pleaded.
Her kiss tasted like desperation and ownership, her tongue sweeping into your mouth with a hunger that bordered on violence. Her hips ground down against yours, the damp heat of her cunt imprinting through your clothes. You could feel her trembling—not from exhaustion, but from the sheer force of holding back, of trying not to rut against you like an animal in heat. It was surreal to see her this undone, she'd always keep her composure and manners but this…. this primal sight of her was arousing on its own. And you found yourself unwilling to stop here.
OMGHHHHHH. THANK U @auburnflight U made a fleurdelys x reader fic!!!! I'm sorry for replying at a very late time tho😃. But THANK U!! My first ever fleurdelys x reader fanfic and it DID NOT disappoint!!!, I really hope u do more fleurdelys x reader in the future🫢
