lol, imagine SQH with a baby, and he's not fond of babies of course, but it's a baby, you're supposed to be kind to them, they really can't help whatever they do, and look! This one is even smiling at him! Aiya, what a smart boy! He knows his daddy!
Anyway, SQH is dressed down, and holding the baby, yapping at them, telling them the secrets of the world and the bits of mythology that he never got to publish, explaining accounting-
And Mobei Jun is watching and trying to understand.
Is that Qinghua's baby? Who had a baby with Qinghua? When? Does Qinghua like babies? He didn't know Qinghua liked babies.
Well, he can't have too many babies, because who will look after Mobei Jun's future heirs then? And Qinghua will clearly have to look after them. He's already prepped and knows as much as all the demonic masters. Qinghua might as well keep his own children in the North too. They will be a bit useless like Qinghua, but clearly they will have his sense and they'd make excellent play mates for his own kids. And if they're staying here, Mobei Jun can train them so that they're not as weak as Qinghua. That would be a good way to reward Qinghua's loyalty.
Do you still have that fic of Thomas coming down from the stage just to give you a kiss?
Love is in the small things. Old fic that accidentally deleted a while ago (Fluff, Thomas Raggi x Reader!) x 2
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It was around the fourth song when you arrived, and without drawing attention, you tried your best to go to a corner in front of the rail that would give you an privileged look at Thomas. Fortunately, thanks to him telling the whole team that you would come to that gig in specific, this was possible. As soon as their manager caught sight of you entering the venue you were dragged to the side of the stage, in front of some fans who seemed to be delighted to have you in front of them, and facing Victoria who was a few feet away from your boyfriend.
“Would you take a picture with us?” One of the girls behind you asked. That was still an awkward question for you, but it wasn't like you were going to say no.
Your eyes roamed the stage, Thomas had his cheeks flushed from the sun, hair matted with sweat and a happy but shy smile on his face; he was the hottest when he played live, you would never get tired of seeing him like that. Smiling at the sight of him, you turned to the girls, copying the same facial expression as theirs; yes, dating a rockstar doesn't make your fangirl era end, it just intensified it, you could see yourself perfectly in those girls. “Yeah, definitely!”
Their smiles became more contagious, leaving you cozy inside. The phone was raised in front of you, letting them take at least 4 pictures.
“You’re so pretty,” was said abruptly from behind your shoulders, “I’m glad you make him happy.”
“Oh, we love it when you guys are together and he records a lot of stories of him being all smile face with you,” someone else adeed. “Away from you the numbers drastically reduce for ours liking, babe.”
With the blood rushing to your cheeks, you bit your lower lip not knowing if it would be a good idea to start a conversation or not; unfortunately not all fans were kind like that.
“What's it like having Thomas as your boyfriend?” The question came up, and no, it didn't sound mean, just genuine curiosity.
“It’s wonderful,” you failed to hide a smile while looking at them, which caused you to quickly turn your attention back at Thomas playing; but this time he had noticed you, resulting in his face being lit up by a wide grin that made the girls next to you let out a chorus of “awns”. “Yeah, he’s a sweetheart.” You whispered, feeling proud of it.
You kept your eyes on him, since now that he had seen you he wouldn't take his eyes off you; and you wouldn't avoid missing it either. As his solo in the song got closer, he made it clear that he was showing himself just because you were there, you knew him well. The camera was focused on him as he approached where you were standing, causing your newest friends to scream. His arms lifted the guitar, causing his long fingers to flick over the strings violently as his face twitched into expressions similar to when he got there; you were properly hypnotized.
“Oh my God, he’s so hot!”
“I know!” You exclaimed, matching their excitement.
Which didn't last long, people became more noisy, only then making you realize he was coming towards you. Your whole body froze. That didn't seem right at all, you knew that when he went down he would have several hands on him, trying to pull his body to the other side of the railing, without saying that he would be disturbing the gig to get to you.
Your palms got sweaty and your throat was absurdly dry, lifting your hands you mouthed, “no, Thommy, don’t you,” but he just kept a smile as you start to formulate in your head how much the rest of the band would hate you for that.
Ignoring you, he jumped off the stage in front of you, followed by a security guard already at his side and an uncontrollable screaming behind your back, dropping the guitar beside his body.
“You’re fuckin’ crazy,” you sighed, feeling the world stop as he cupped your cheek in his hand, kissing your forehead, nose and then finally your mouth, taking a good few seconds there, pressing your body to his by your ass; placing more of his lips on you. It was a hot minute.
“I missed you, bunny,” he whispered pulling away, leaving you speechless and wobbly legs while at the same time pulling happy sighs from the fans who had heard him calling you by the pet name he had given you.
Sighing in relief you felt blessed, even though you would later scold him for doing it. Feeling your face return to its normal temperature as you headed for more questions about Thomas and compliments on how cute what happened was, you saw your shame come back all over again when you heard Damiano's voice fill the stadium.
“Thank you so much, Y/N. For keeping our guitar boy warm and hot for pleasure us more, he was in deep need of you!”
“I’m scared of hurting you.” You whispered, feeling her eyes on you as she held the strands of your hair in place.
“You won’t hurt me, I’m already used to it, puppy,” she ran her thumb over your cheek, eliciting giggles from the tattoo artist who was supervising you. “Yeah, just fill in the letters, I’m not even feelin’ anything but your lovely touch.” She added, stretching the skin of her breast to give you better precision.
Sighing loudly, Victoria took note of the adorable way that you had your brows furrowed and lips stuck between your teeth as you rubbed the pen across her skin. With you on her mind, she could only think of how lovely the idea of sharing a matching tattoo with you was, even more so considering that it would be your first one - you were getting your first tattoo, your first tattoo would be done with her - made by her, your first tattoo would be a representation of her love for you; Victoria was going crazy with how much in love she was with you.
“Done.” You said in a pout, admiring your handwriting on her skin.
Leaning over so she could see, Victoria smiled broadly at seeing something that represented you glued to her. “I love it, it’s delicate, just like you.”
You felt your cheeks heat up at her words.
Seeing the tattoo artist help her with the pen, you couldn’t feel more sure of it, you closed your eyes slightly, waiting for the noise that indicated it was working. “Still sure of it, puppy?”
Your stomach shuddered at her voice, but when you felt her lips placing a kiss on your cheek, you felt better. “I’m more than sure ‘bout that.”
Chili’s fur was tickling you.
At first you just grunted and tried to push him away, but when you felt your face being licked by his rough tongue, you realized that he wouldn’t be letting you drift off to sleep.
“I love you,” you murmured to the furball on top of you, waiting for your sleepy mind to come back to reality.
Dragging your body to Victoria’s side of the bed you cringed in frustration, she wasn’t there, her space was already cold. Replacing Victoria’s place, you snuggled into her sheets, sitting down and covering yourself with them as if you were the little red riding hood. Your intention was to go after Victoria, wrap her in your arms and shower her in good morning kisses, but feeling the skin beneath your chest tingle, your mind was transported back to the night before.
She loves you. She loves you to the point of doing a tattoo with you; she fucking loves you.
“You’re so damn cute, puppy,” her deep, husky voice echoed through the room.
As soon as your eyes met hers you realized that you were smiling to yourself like a fool, all naked as you ran your icy fingers over the sensitive letters etched into your skin. “You are even more, babe,” you hummed.
She was lying in front of the window, letting her body be bathed in the morning light; she looked like a goddess, and she was just yours.
“C’mere,” she called you with her fingers, with a kind look and a adorable smile enveloping her angelic face. “I wanna kiss you, my lil’ puppy.”
Holding back a grin, you went to her, wrapping your arms around her waist and letting her pin you to her bare chest; the only piece on her body was a silk robe that fell lazily over her silhouette. She smelled like home and as you held her closer to yourself, you could hear her heart race from having you around. “It likes me,” you said, making it sounded like a whimper.
“My heart?” She asked. You could feel her eyes watching you as you traveled your fingertips along your handwriting under her left boob ‘la tua’, it was hard to explain how those words were totally true and you didn’t feel the least bit afraid of verbalizing it. “I’m pretty sure it does. I mean, it’s all yours Y/N.”
You laughed, resulting in her squeezing you more into her touch, “you’re so cheeky.”
“And you love it!” You did. You loved it so much that your body’s response to it made you think you were seeing Victoria for the first time again; dressed in sequins, waiting until Damiano walked in with his best friend who would soon become your girlfriend through the restaurant door. She was stunning that day, which hadn’t changed a bit over the years. “You’re good, puppy? No regrets, right?”
Her tone had gone serious, you held yourself back from laughing. “Never, I love having something that reminds me of you stuck to me.” You assured her, feeling her fingers touch across your breasts to your tattoo; the same phrase and the same emotional meaning as hers.
“I love you, puppy,” she sighed, kissing the top of your head as she entwined her legs with yours. “Like a lot.”
“I love you a lot too, Vic. You’re everything to me.” You looked at her, seeing tears form in her eyes; she was the sweetest. You smiled, sinking your head into her neck, nibbling at the area.
She burst into soft moans and light giggles, until Chilli arrived, snuggling between you, making you both stop the love bites.
“I love you more than you can imagine.” She said more to herself than to you, you hadn’t heard it. You were snuggling Chili in your arms, making Victoria feel a little jealous that she had to share you with him; even so while you cuddled the dog she rocked you to sleep; spoiling you with small kisses to the forehead, patting your back and slightly stroking your hair. No matter what, you’d always be her muse.
*me patiently waiting for some spicy smutty smut with Leo*
*it's not too spicy but a bit spicy but it's finally here and it's not that big either, it's just a blurb, i'm sorry about that lol* well, leo grillo x reader having sex on the beach before dawn
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“I love you,” you relaxed your body, closing your eyes with your lips slightly parted as you sank your fingers into his curls.
Arching your back, a quiet sigh left your throat. He bit the tip of his tongue, grinning with his lazy eyes. “It feels that good?” He gave your nipple one more lick before cupping your breasts and shacking them a little. He looked even more attractive when he had all of his attention on you.
The moonlight was making the beach prettier and the little light that lit him up made you want to be stuck in that moment forever. Two days on a mini vacation was enough to get him sun-kissed and for you to finally get satiated after missing him for so long. “Yep,” you meowed, rocking yourself into him. His hands helped you, gluing you to his body and soon his lips were on yours.
He opened his mouth on a groan as you pulled his hair. His hands went back to your breasts, squeezing them until your nipples were trapped in his fingertips again. You were aching and cursing yourself for not having decided to sleep naked beside him on that damn beach instead of just topless.
“I love you too, pet,” he muttered, watching you squeezing your thighs around him with hardly any breath left in your lungs. So fucking hot under his gaze. Keeping his eyes on you, he guided his mouth down to your aroused nipple and enveloped it in his tongue, sucking all the flesh to himself.
“Leo,” you etched your nails into his bare shoulder, scratching the spot so that he growled into your skin. With your other hand, you tangled the hair at the back of his neck, bringing him closer to you, encouraging him to use you however he wanted. “Leonardo, please,” he released your breast in a popping noise that along with the roar of the sea was quiet comforting and sexy.
He enjoyed your nub with a few more licks, making your pussy throb. You lifted his face, kissing his nose as he closed his eyes in a stupid grin. “You’re so hot.” He squeezed your waist, lifting you a little and putting you properly on his lap. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you bit your bottom lip hiding a smile just to fill his face with more kisses. “How’s my pussy?” He asked. This time you didn't hold back, and laughed along with him. His eyes were crinkled at the corners, the sunlight was about to start coming out. He looked stunning. As beautiful as the landscape you had.
“She’s pretty wet and in need of you, sir,”
“I know I can feel you through your fabric, pet,” he squeezed your ass hard, lifting you up so he could get rid of his underwear. His lips found your neck as your arms hugged him tight. Kissing his shoulder you felt the salty taste of his body, which excited you to think he felt the same in you. “Did you get that aroused just by me playing with your breasts? With just so little babe?” He brushed the tip against your entrance, collecting your juices and spreading it down his length as he held your bikini to the side.
“Uh-huh,” you sighed, burrowing your face into his neck. You were nothing but aching for him, you could easily feel how slippery you were. “You’re mouth too good.” You concluded tricky, almost voiceless.
“I’m too good?”
“I said your mouth is too good,” you rested your hands on his shoulders, staring deep in his soul with your lips between your teeth. You dove into him, eliciting a husky moan from his swollen lips as your eyes closed on a sigh.
“Fuck, baby girl,” he whispered, swallowing hard.
“I know,” you moved your hips up, sliding to his tip at a painful pace, and then slowly back until you had him all inside you. “I’m too good, right?”
He breathed heavily, marking his fingers in your waist. With a silly smile, he supported one of his hands behind him, out of the towel and reaching the sand, following your body with his eyes; from your face to your stomach that was so full of him. “Yes, you are. You’re fuckin' hot and good, pet.” He held your hands, putting them on his chest to give you support. You adjusted into him, rocking hard on top of him, making up for all the lost time. His hand dropped to your thigh, spanking it with a rigid snap, making you need to take a deep breath to keep yourself from being noisy. His face was serious, watching all of your moves, every inch of his attention making you feel even sexier. His full lips were pink and properly parted, not holding back, within seconds they were in your skin once again, marking every visible part of your collarbone. “No need to hold back, pet. There's no one here, let me hear your sweet moans.” His hand went to your neck, rubbing his thumb through your veins, making you dizzy as you lost your strength.
“Leo,” you begged in vain. It was obvious you couldn't be audible at all.
He held your body in place, guiding your movements with his so he could fuck you from underneath. Your curves were fitted into every inch of his frame. Your whole body and mind felt like jelly. “You’re such a good girl, you’re doing so great for me, takin’ me so fuckin’ well.” He whispered in your ear, kissing your temple as he tugged on your hair to get a better look at you. You were a mess, damp hair, swollen lips and drool pooling at the corners of your lips. “You’re so hot, pet.” He concluded breathlessly, holding your figure to himself. Your eyes rolled back, head back as your legs closed around him with you claiming his name. As noisy and dramatic as he expected you to be. Still embracing you tight, he kept working on you through your orgasm, hearing your soft sighs on his neck.
“You’re always so good to me, babe,” you buried your face into his skin, kissing all his salty spots. “You always treat me so good, exhaust me so well, make me feel so fuckin’ full.” Your voice cracked as you kissed every part of his face, so softly yet so hot for him. You still felt wet, running down him as his grip got even tighter and a guttural moan came out of his throat. He filled you up, warm and nice. “That’s my big boy!” You hugged him, stroking his curls.
You kept close to him, not that he would let you out, being showered with lazy kisses. He rested his forehead on yours, looking you right in the eye while rubbing his nose on your one, letting the silence comfort and restore both of your energy.
You nodded, still tired, refusing to make any sound.
“It is dawning.” He said, making your cheeks heat up because only then you noticed. "You wanna go for a swim?"
"Are you sure?" He smiled sweetly at you. "Do you want me to carry you there?"
"Yep, babe," you replied with a lazy grin, squeezing your legs and arms around him like a koala.
You got up with his help, putting yourself in front of him as you waited for him to put on his underwear, feeling him dripping down your thighs. The feeling was quiet nice, fresh wind, wonderful sunshine, your boyfriend almost naked and traces of him still inside you.
He turned to you, cupping your chin and placing a soft kiss on your lips. "Are you sure you're not cold or anything else?"
"I'm sure, babe. Just water me." You opened your arms to him.
He laughed, holding you aloft and running out to sea while making you laugh with him. You enjoyed every moment he took from his troubled days to stay with you, this one was no different, knowing you would spend the rest of the day at the beach with him, sharing cigarettes, having him pulling your bikini under the water or holding you on his back to get you taller in the water was wonderful. You would keep all these little details with you for when he was away again.
His fingers stroked over her old piano. Keys pressed in passionate feeling as the music flew through his core. Expressions never allowed to speak, drifted high into the air. The sorrowful song resonated into her lap with Maeskia sat. The woman wanted to yell at him, the imp never learned what a melody even was. To her, it sounded like he was just bouncing around out there.
A flick of fingers and the door slammed. Bottles rattled on the shelves on around her, if one broke she would take it out on the little demon. Her bitterness bubbled just as the mixture in the vial beside her. The green ooze threatened to boil over. She had poured too much to the catalysis this round making the reaction happen faster than plan. It was his fault!
Mae grabbed the messed-up potion. Her storming was blocked by the door she just closed, only adding to her heated temper. Just as she had closed it with magic, she ripped it open. Heels clicked as she stormed down the hallway toward the dusty music room. A snarl curled on her lips as she tossed the vial at the musically driven imp.
Quzmir screamed out to ducked under the piano’s bench. “Sorry Mistress Mae!” He cried out as the potion ate away the wooden bench.
“I have twenty-four hours to finish this report. I need more of your blood now and look what you made me do!” She snapped, it was an anger her own race barely saw. Demons were often exposed to the wicked flares. “Clean it up, then bring yourself to the lab.”
With a huff, she spun on her heel. Impossible imps! No wonder the imp mother was willing to let her summon the trio of them. Quzmir had to be the worse and who knew where the other two were hiding. Most likely trying to paint in her art room. A pinch of her lips into a thin line and Maeskia made a mental note to have Sarthyk rebuild her bench and door the lab.
