24 - Blossomed Like A Rosebud || Leto Atreides X F!reader

𝓓𝓪𝔂 24 - Blossomed Like a Rosebud || Leto Atreides x f!reader

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Summary: It is impossible to refuse Duke Leto's order, especially when you share the same feelings for him as he does for you.

Warnings: smut (oral - f receiving)

Word count: ~ 1035

Author: Fenrir

A/N: The prompt for today is: Lingerie

Leto's hand was on your knee, a gentle squeeze every now and then, and, occasionally, his hand would gently, ever so gently, smooth across the inside of your leg.

Your talking kept going on and on; businesses couldn't solve themselves. It was you who were open and free, whereas he was a bit more reserved and cautious. The leadership position was a very important thing for him, one he worked so hard for. Leto hated to lose control of his demeanor in public. As you sat in the canteen of the headquarters, he acted as boldly under the tablecloth as he would out in the open. After a little love peck on the cheek, he leaned over and kissed you. 

The energy between you flowed freely as you smiled and leaned into him.

You turned Leto's head to meet his lips the next time he leant into you. The way he told you no was very soft, yet he was certain of what he was doing. 

As you turned to face the center of the canteen, his lips pressed against your neck, a little nibble, and then his tongue touched your skin.

Before you could react, the Duke nibbled at your neck and teased your earlobe with his tongue.

Dropping your hand under the tablecloth, you caressed his leg. As you looked into his eyes, he looked deeply and solemnly into yours. There were no words spoken, but you could feel the energy telling you that you were the center of the universe for him today, that he would satisfy all your senses, and that was all that mattered to you.

Your formal pencil skirt found extra slack as Leto's hand moved a bit bolder up your leg; your head found his shoulder. His fingers were softly and gently walking up the inside of your leg. As he approached your covered treasure, he could feel its heat and moisture; his hand retreated as he whispered, "Follow me, that's an order."

Although the darkened room was close to your meeting place, you had no memory of how you got there.

A lamp lit the room, and the only sound was the air conditioner; it was cold, but you liked it that way. 

As Leto kissed you deeply, he pulled you into his arms. 

Your tongue teased his teeth as you responded with a throaty moan.

His hands were strong. His hands moved over your back as his head shifted, a sensation you hadn't expected in his arms. He moved his mouth to the left side of your neck, then to the right side. "No marks," he whispered somewhere in there, and you knew he wasn't kidding.

In his embrace, he cupped your firm, sexy bottom in his hands and squeezed you lovingly as he moved his lips back to yours. The buttons on your shirt seemed to open by themselves as he placed his hands on your shirt; your belt was undone shortly after, and soon you were only in your sexy, red lingerie as you stood in Duke's arms. As you reached up to his buttons, Leto stopped you and stepped back for a moment. His dark eyes were scanning your body, admiring the way your lingerie was covering the sweetest spots. The heat emanating from his chest against your back was felt as he took your back in his arms after a while. Starting at your lips and moving to your neck, he kissed you passionately. Your bra was released by his hands as your arms dropped and the straps fell between them. Leto was still holding you tightly. After kissing your chin and the front of your neck, his mouth turned to your left and lowered and found your nipple. 

A deep moan escaped you. It felt like a butterfly fluttering its wings on your breast as his tongue was so soft, warm, passionate, caressing your sensitive flesh.

Your stomach churned as the mouth moved again, nibbling down your torso and kissing softly. The feeling of being walked backwards was overwhelming. 

Soon after, Leto was on his knees in front of you, his arms around your waist.

Your satin pants were damp, sticky, and steamy as he put his hands around your waist. In removing them, he was deliberate and you were impatient.

You were being pulled down by Duke's hands. Trustingly, you sank and found that the bed was beneath you. Softly and lovingly, his hands cupped your bottom. As he kissed your wonderfully full breasts again, you sat on the edge of the bed. You felt his breath on your knee as he laid you back on the bed. 

The inside of your leg was kissed and nibbled, first the left leg, then the right one. From the sensitive spot just above your knee joint, he kissed the inside of your thigh. His hands moved your legs; he draped your calves over his shoulders. For the Duke Leto Atreides, you blossomed like a rosebud in full bloom.

He moved his mouth towards your middle, pushing your panties aside with his calloused fingers.

The softness and the firmness of the sensation made you gasp. The tongue of Leto was stuck in your pussy, withdrawing repeatedly. Again, you let out a deep moan. His tongue probed as deeply as possible inside you to remove your nectar and then moved to your special spot. His tongue was more effective than any toy or your own hand; he massaged your clitoris, holding it gently between his lips and buzzing it vigorously with his tongue. Leto's eyes never left yours.

As the tongue kept taking you closer to new heights you were not aware of, he held your soft ass cheeks in his hands to anchor you to his face, grunting from time to time at the sweetness of your juices.

You screamed and humped his face as he remained in your spot of pleasure until you calmed down, his name was the only thing to leave your parted lips. While holding you firmly in his arms, he returned to your previous conversation from the canteen like nothing had happened.

Your fervent hope was that Duke Leto would let you return the favor.

𝓓𝓪𝔂 20 - “I belong to Eivor Wolf-Kissed” || male!Eivor x fem!reader

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Summary: The pleasure of using you is something Eivor can't wait to experience.

Warnings: smut without plot (unprotected)

Word count: ~ 1180

Author: Fenrir

A/N: The prompt for today is: Dirty Talk

During the ride home after the huge feast Sigurd threw, you giggled and rubbed slowly on Eivor's thigh from behind as you nuzzled his back, sitting behind him on his horse.

As Eivor helped you off the horse and embraced you with his strong arm, leading you to his room in the great hall, he leaned over for a kiss, hungry for you like you were for him. The building was empty at this time of night since everyone was still celebrating and having fun by the mead with Sigurd, giving Eivor time to push you against a wall and raise your skirt.

While checking to ensure no one was around, Eivor unzipped his pants enough to pop his hard cock on out and slide your panties to the side. He jerked himself a few times, looking hard into your eyes. “You like it, Y/N? You want to feel my cock in your little pussy, don’t you?”

The lips of your pussy slipped over his tip in response, making both of you shiver. “Yes, Eivor,” you whispered, licking your lips. “I want you to possess me in every way possible.”

Eivor grunted as the tip of his shaft pushed past your warm lips, directly into your wet pussy. Sighing as he sank deep enough, he started setting a pace as his hands rested on your waist. One hand was shaking as he read your body, while the other pressed over his. He didn't try to stop the slapping; Eivor felt himself thrust faster, the noise getting a little louder in the hall, but he couldn't stop it. You bounced as if you wanted to ride him like a horse and yearned to be buried in his mattress.

With enough reserve, Eivor slipped out of you, putting his cock back into his pants and pulling your skirt down, so he could lead the way into his chamber. “I want to fuck you in my bed. You’re such a little horny cunt, aren’t you?”

“I’m all your, Eivor,” you jumped on him inside, taking off your coat, easily wrapping your legs around his waist and arms around his neck and shoulders. Biting your lip, you bounced once again on his hidden cock, throbbing in wait to finally possess you; your feet touched the ground as your hand laced with his, leading him to bed. Grabbing your skirt waist, Eivor made sure you were close again, unclasping it until it spilled onto the ground. In panties still to the side, he saw how you dripped down your thighs and he reached to taste; sucking his fingers clean, he smirked at the blush covering your cheeks.

Eivor undid his pants and stroked himself. He watched as you shifted your panties off, exposing those legs nice and wide, your juices still dripping; Eivor watched as you licked your fingertips and slowly started circling your clit. Both of your breaths labored bit by bit, anxious to see who would be first to savour the other's sugared gloss.

A mischievous grin adorned Eivor's lips as he teased, "You seem ready for dessert, my little slut, craving my cock in your tight cunt."

At first, you nodded without saying anything, until you heard a breathy moan from him as he jerked himself for you. "I'm more than ready, Eivor, I need your hard dick inside of me," you barely whispered, taking a seat at the edge of the bed, spreading your legs wide for him to watch.

While imagining himself inside you, Eivor stood between your legs, the heat from your pussy making him bite his lip. "You have such a pretty pussy, little one," he praised. "One of the prettiest cunts I have ever seen." As Eivor smiled at you, he touched your wetness and guided your hand to touch his hard cock. Finding a rhythm, you both were able to get as close as possible for a kiss without moving faster. "Are you missing the feeling of me stretching your little pussy out? Oh yes, you are so famished for my cock, aren't you?"

As you both became more comfortable, you shook at the feeling of him, his body doing the same. 

You let out a pleasured groan as his fingers slipped inside of you. Inching him until he was lined up with your entrance again, your hand tightened around his throbbing cock as you rolled your head back at the feeling of his fingers fucking you slowly, making you even wetter.

“You’re such a naughty girl, aren’t you, Y/N?” He asked softly, lips parted. “Such a naught girl, a slut for my dripping cock.” Taking his hand away from your wet hole, Eivor heard a whimper of disappointment leaving your lips, though that turned into a whimper of lust as he pushed his tip deep and could feel you clench immediately around his shaft.

As Eivor held you in place, you wrapped your arms around his neck and shoulders, and your legs squeezed his waist. When he threw himself back onto the bed, you took advantage of the situation and pushed him down in order to remain on top. Within seconds, your hands were on his chest, and you rode him hard without a moment's hesitation.

By gripping your hips so tightly, he forced you down, making your pussy swallow his member fully.

"That's it, baby. Give in," he panted, urging you on.

"Fuck… Fill me, Eivor, I need your seed filling my womb," you moaned. Those words came out without a second thought.

Faster you went, the tighter you felt. As Eivor steadied you, your insides gripped tightly onto his cock.

Holding you close, he sat up as you caught your breath; your foreheads touched softly, your hearts pounding. When Eivor leaned in for another kiss, your tongues met and slipped past to explore the other's mouth as your fingers held his bearded face, brushing through his loosened hair as your breathing got heavier.

Eivor flipped you over so you lay on your back, legs tightly around his hips as he thrust into you faster and harder than before. "That's it, dirty cunt," he whispered into your ear after kissing your neck. "Like me fucking your cunt like that, huh? Treating you like a whore, using you as I please?"

“Mark me,” you begged Eivor, rocking your hips back and forth in response to his thrusts. "Make me fucking yours, I want everyone to know I belong to Eivor Wolf-Kissed,” you pleaded dearly.

With Eivor coming inside you, your bodies started clapping louder as all his pent-up energy finally spilled out. His lips trembled as he whispered, pushing a few more times to spread all of his semen within you, "Oh, dear Odin, your cunt feels divine."

You wrapped your legs around his waist, your voice muttering that you felt how hot his cum was and that his cock twitched in a way that made you shiver. As you slid back together, your warm pussy still wrapped tight around his softening shaft, you cuddled in the middle of the bed.

𝓓𝓪𝔂 31 - Between Ice And Flame || Diluc x fem!reader x Kaeya

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Summary: It's not easy being stuck between a Cavalry Captain and the Master of Dawn Winery.

Warnings: smut

Word count: 1717

Author: Cass

A/N: The prompt for today is: Love Triangle

To say you're stuck would be an understatement.

Love is supposed to be a beautiful thing; a magical moment when your heart chooses one man or woman above all others and intertwines your hearts until death separates you.

Of course, it's a little more complicated for you.

Your heart couldn't settle on one man - it was torn between two. Your common sense did nothing to help the situation; no matter what you do or think, you still can't decide.

You've known Kaeya and Diluc your entire life; the three of you grew up together and have remained friends despite your differences.

They are so similar yet so different, and each has something that draws you in.

You're trapped.

You knock on Kaeya's office door with a deep sigh and wait for permission to enter.

Once granted, you do exactly that and walk in, holding papers in your hand.

"So, I was hoping you'd come here for a good reason. Do you intend to bury me in work today?" He inquires, raising an eyebrow. "It's already late at night, and you've brought me more work? I guess I won't be able to pay a visit to a dear brother of mine tonight."

You chuckle and roll your eyes. You hope to take a comfortable seat on the desk after placing papers on it.

"Don't be concerned. I have just as much on my desk as you do, and I'm still not done assisting Lisa in the library."

"Is that correct?" He hums and stands up between your legs. "Our sweet, little assistant. You're so sweet. Will you also be my assistant?"

Kaeya's hands rest on either side of you, encircling you. The Cavalry captain smirks and kisses you passionately.

You quickly return his kiss, allowing him to cup the back of your head freely to keep you in place.

It is difficult to resist Kaeya's kisses. Always intense and leaving you gasping for air. His tongue easily takes over your mouth, only to quickly pull away, leaving a thick string of saliva connecting the two of you.

Even though it's only the beginning, you already look cute and done. 

"Look at yourself. Isn't one kiss enough to get you going, snowflake?" Kaeya teases as his hand travels down your stomach, easily slipping under your skirt and accessing your panties.

"Kaeya..." you murmur, but you do nothing to stop him at this point.

He kisses your brow. "Don't worry about it. You'll still be able to work. Let's be honest: we both need and deserve a break."

You nod, biting your lower lip. He is correct. You both worked all day, so you definitely deserve a break. You spread your legs wider, allowing him complete access to your heat.

"Such a good girl," he says as he pushes your skirt up to easily remove your panties. Kaeya then kneels in front of you, placing your legs on his shoulders. He nibbles at the flesh of your tight with a soft hum before diving between your legs to wrap his lips around your clit.

As he eats you out like a starving man, sucking the bundle of nerves and fucking you with his tongue, obscene sounds fill the room.

As your hand moves into his hair, his cold fingers join in the fun, making you moan. While he continues to abuse your clit, Kaeya's fingers work slowly, hitting all the right spots and teasing your soft walls.

He finally receives his wish. You whimper loudly, your hand covering your lips so no one can hear your pitiful moans.

With a cocky smile, the Cavalry captain pulls away. He slowly rises to his feet, only to sink into a comfortable chair and undo his pants. "It's time to repay the favor, snowflake. I, too, am stressed," Kaeya reminds you by pulling his hard cock and giving his erected shaft a few, lazy strokes.

You roll your eyes and jump off the desk, hoping to land between his legs. You eagerly take his cock and lick it from base to tip before wrapping your lips around the head.

Kaeya moves his gloved hand through your hair, pulling it back slightly so he can see your lovely face as you suck him off. He lets you do your job, allowing you to keep the peace and play with him in whatever way you want. Your hand encircles his balls, causing him to hiss in surprise. He groans as you touch him, his hips bucking slightly.

Suddenly, Kaeya grabs the back of your head and forces you down on his member while choking you with his cum as he reaches his peak.

You quickly move away, catching your breath and giving him an angry look.

"Please, forgive me. I just couldn't stop myself," he shrugs and gets out of his chair to fix his pants.

He then extends his hand and assists you in standing back up so that you appear as presentable as possible.

"That was unnecessary, but I'll put it aside. This time, however," you mutter, your arms crossed across your chest.

"Oh, snowflake. I promise you that the next time will be better and less hurried," Kaeya makes a promise with his hand over his heart. "And maybe next time you'll stay a little longer with me?"

You sigh deeply and kiss him goodbye before returning to your work.

Your work is finally finished after a few hours!

You have the option of going home and resting, so that is exactly what you do. You're on your way home after a few quick goodbyes.

Mondstadt is relatively quiet this late at night, which makes you happy.

You are relieved that people can sleep peacefully through the night without fear for their lives. 

You round the corner and come to a complete stop, seeing no one else but Diluc. When you notice a blood stain on his shoulder, your heart starts racing. You dash towards him, almost dropping your bag. "What's the matter, Diluc?"

When he notices you approaching him, he frowns.

It's far too late for you to be out there; you should be safe inside. "Y/N. Why are you staying out so late?"

"I'm getting back from work. I asked you a question," you remind him, your eyebrow cocked as you approach him.

He sighs softly as he looks over his shoulder and then back at you. "It's nothing more than a minor mishap at Angel's Share. No need to be concerned; I'll take care of it once I return to the winery."

"No way I let you wander like that," you tell him. "Come on, I'm taking you to my place, I'll feel calmer after treating this wound."

Diluc looks at you for a moment before nodding. He is well aware that he can't argue with you. There is no lie that can save him at this point. "Well, since you insist, I'm not going to say no."

You led him right into your house. After both of you step in, you lock the door and ask him to take his shirt off.

Diluc reluctantly removes his coat and then, per your request, removes his shirt.

You ask him to sit on the couch and after bringing a box with necessary things like hydrogen peroxide, you start treating his wound. "How did this happen?"

"As I mentioned, there was a minor accident at Angel's Share," he responds quickly. "However, as you can see, nothing serious."

"You know I care about you, that's my nature," you tell him; somehow your hand moves up and down his chest.

"That is your nature, indeed. That's my lovely, firefly," Diluc says softly before kissing your cheek. His arms encircled your waist, drawing you in closer. His kisses travel from your cheek to your neck and further to your shoulder. "I don't like how Knights make you stay at work for so long," Diluc grumbles as he looks at you.

Oh, he's jealous.

It's nothing new; there's always been some sibling rivalry between the three of you since you were kids.

In all honesty, it always makes and continues to make you nervous; you love them both, you can't choose between them, and you don't want them to fight.

You kissed Diluc's forehead, moving your hands through his hair and gently tugging it. "I know, but it has to be done sometimes. I would not have met you or helped you if it hadn't been for this."

"My little firefly," Diluc says softly as his warm hands slip right under your shirt, pushing it up to expose you as much as he wants.

Without thinking, you grab the shirt hem and pull it over your head, tossing it to the side.

He says nothing and simply begins to worship your body, kissing and touching every inch of your skin.

Soon after, you're pushed onto the couch, and your skirt and panties are removed, joining the shirt on the floor.

Diluc hovers over your body and kisses you softly on the cheek.

You return the kiss, your hands eagerly moving to his pants to gently push them down.

He gets the hint and pulls away from you to get rid of unnecessary clothing. 

You stare at him, his impressive body and even more impressive member. Licking your lips, you gently push him away and climb back onto his lap. "Look at yourself, Master Diluc. Wounded but still waiting for me," you playfully take his cock in your hand and guide it into your entrance. 

"Fuck, you are so tight. So perfect, my perfect Y/N,"  Diluc groans, wrapping arms around you.

You groan as you feel full inside your cunt. Nodding softly, you begin to move, slowly at first but gradually increasing your speed.

Diluc moves his hips to match your pace, wrapping his arm around your waist to keep you as close as possible. He keeps whispering sweet nothings and praises into your ear.

You begin to move your hips more quickly, chasing your release.

He grabs your hips and begins thrusting into you hard, making you whimper with each push.

Soon, you cum with a loud moan, your walls tightly hugging him and milking him dry.

Diluc gasps, nuzzling to your shoulder.  "I wish I could call you mine forever," he whispers.

Make Your Wish || Ivar the Boneless x fem!reader

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Summary: Ivar decides to cheer you up after an unfortunate event that left you feeling down

Warnings: none ♥

Word count: ~ 1175

Authors: Fenrir & Cass A/N: The prompt for today is: Stargazing according to my best friend, "Ivar speaks as if he watched too much Lion King before it was even animated, lol”  ♥

There's no way you can believe it: Hvitserk cheated on you, and he isn't even sorry about the thing.

Even though you knew Hvitserk's tendencies, you hoped this time would be different; you hoped to love and be loved.

Now that you're sitting outside The Great Hall sobbing and trying to calm down as the feast is taking place, you realize you're a fool.

The inside of the building is filled with loud and happy sounds.

The only thing you want is to hide from everyone, even if others have already forgotten what happened.

Throughout the entire feast thrown by his older brother, Ivar kept an eye on you, including the scene where you caught a drunk Hvitserk fucking a thrall. After seeing, you running out, crying like a child, he decided you shouldn't be left alone.

Since he is used to crawling, Ivar decides to leave his crutch against the wooden table.

As he crawls by, he hisses and curses people, trying to think of a place you could go.

Upon leaving the Great Hall, Ivar sits casually on the ground with his back against the wall; although he is good at crawling, this shit is fucking exhausting.

It only takes him a second or two to notice the shoe prints you left, and he instinctively follows them as he scans the path leading deeper into the village.

Sitting on stones, you wipe your tears away. Accepting it is still very difficult for you. Why does he do this to you when you tried your best?

You almost fall off the stone when something suddenly touches your leg. Sighing with relief, you realize it's Ivar. "By the gods, Ivar! You scared me."

He smiles mischievously. "I didn't mean to, I mean it," he says, sitting flat on his ass and adjusting his legs. "I saw you leaving and thought I'd check out the reason."

Leaving the stone, you sit next to him.

While Ivar isn't perfect, he can be a decent man when he wants to be.

"Check out the reason? You and everyone else know why."

"Hvitserk." The word is spit through his clenched teeth as if it were some kind of dark spell. It's always Hvitserk. What did he do today?"

Your tears flow again as you explain, "He fucked the thrall, everyone saw it, he made a fool of me! What the hell was he thinking? I was good to him, and he just treated me like I was nothing? Am I really that useless, Ivar?"

The abrupt, unexpected outburst makes Ivar blink a few times and grimace a bit; he had always had trouble dealing with crying people.

You quickly wipe away the tears, "I'm sorry, you probably don't care about this. I really didn't expect this to happen."

Ivar instinctively wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer to him. "Hush," he whispers.

Taking a deep breath and nuzzling him, you let out a heavy sigh; it feels so strange, but also so good and calming at the same time.

"Thank you," you whisper.

It's dark outside, so you cannot see his reaction - he smiles to himself. "You're welcome."

As you pull away, you look at him and say, "I bet you think I'm pathetic. At the end of the day, I heard so many things about Hvitserk and his unfaithfulness, so I don't see why I am surprised. I was so stupid, and now I cry for that!"

Nodding occasionally, he listens to you. To his utter surprise, he feels bad for you, and he feels he knows exactly how you feel. He has felt that way before, too. "I didn't say that, these are your words, Y/N," he tells you softly.

Nodding, you wipe your cheek, looking at him. "It must have been difficult crawling all the way here. Thank you for coming to check on me," you tell him, offering him a gentle smile.

Ivar shrugs simply. "Why are you worried about a cripple? You're going through hardship, not me," Ivar says calmly and improves his position to rest his back more against  the rocks you sat on before. Ivar whispers, "Look," and he points his index finger at the dark sky.

As you gaze up at the sky, you improve your position so that your back also rests against the stones. There are many stars in the dark sky, like beautiful lanterns set against a deep darkness.

"Make your wish quickly, Y/N!" Ivar shouts, pointing at two shooting stars. As he closes his eyes, he murmurs something to himself.

Before looking at him, you also close your eyes and murmur your own wish. "What was your wish?" You ask him openly.

A shrug of the shoulders accompanies his response, "For Bjørn to die. What was yours?"

With a blink, you soon giggle and shake your head; it's never clear if Ivar's serious or joking. You respond, "To meet someone who will make me happy," without much thought.

After a moment of thinking, Ivar leans forward and kisses your cheek briefly. The smirk on his lips widens as he stares at you for a moment. "It appears that the second part of my wish has just come true," he adds.

Totally confused by his behaviour, you stare at him in shock. "Second part? What's that?"

"That if I kiss you, you won't smack me."

You smack him on the head with a frown, then kiss his cheek.

Looking up at the stars, he smiles brightly and rests his back against the rocks. "Do you like stargazing?"

"Honestly, I do. They are so beautiful, just like diamonds or other shiny stones," you nodded and returned to watching the stars. "How about you?"

"I do, actually. I enjoy spending some productive alone time overthinking all my mistakes," he smiles, more to himself, joking darkly. "As stupid as it may sound, I like to imagine that my father and otherwise kings, among gods, are looking down on us from this endless darkness above."

"It's what my mom says, too," you smile and point at the big, bright star in the sky. "I give you my left hand as proof that this is Ragnar right now looking at us."

After cocking his brow, Ivar nods. "It might be. But if you're mistaken, you'd be left handleless, wouldn't you?"

Playfully pushing his shoulder, you tease, "He's watching his youngest son."

Despite his eyebrows cocked, Ivar gives you a stern look before smiling widely. "I would appreciate some help with horses if you could join me at the stables tomorrow. It's my turn to take care of them."

"I would love to help you, especially now that I don't have to worry about Hvitserk," you nod your head a little too eagerly.

Ivar smiles and squeezes your hand, telling you "Fuck him, you deserve fucking better. "I already cannot wait for tomorrow," you laugh, squeezing his hand. It may be that the youngest Ragnarsson is not as bad as his depictions by others suggest, you think to yourself

Bad Hair Day || Thoma x fem!reader

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Summary: Thoma appears to be extremely helpful when your hair is refusing to cooperate

Warnings: None

Word count: 499

Author: Cass

A/N: today’s prompt: Hair Brushing/Styling

"No, no, no! It's all wrong! Why must it be like this now!?" You groan, attempting to brush out knots in your hair.

You're getting ready, or attempting to get ready, for a date with Thoma.

Everything is going so well, your outfit is perfect, nicely done... However, your hair decides to misbehave at the last moment. It will not stay in place no matter what you do. When you brush and style the hair in a beautiful hairstyle, there is always a strand sticking out or laying in the wrong direction.

You put the brush away with a growl and begin untangling yet another failed hairstyle. You can't possibly leave like this! Not on a first date!

You get up and start walking around, trying to come up with a solution to this situation when you hear Thoma's cheerful voice calling you from behind the door. You immediately grab it to prevent him from entering. He can't look at you like this!

"H-Huh? Is something wrong, Y/N? Is your door stuck?" He inquires, perplexed.

"No! That is not the case... Just… I'm not quite ready yet. I have a little problem here," you respond honestly.

"Do you require assistance?"

Naturally, he asks you that. Thoma at his best.

You remain silent on the other side of the door, unsure what to do, but eventually decide to let him in.

Your door slides open to reveal Thoma, who looks as good as ever.

"So? What's the issue, love? You look great today," he says, making you blush.

You nervously point at your hair while playing with your hands. "My hair is acting up today. I worked hard to brush them in order to look nice tonight."

Thoma blinks at you, his head slightly tilted to the side.

"You're always stunning, but you can't seem to keep those lovely locs under control. I am delighted to assist," Thoma smiles as he pats the seat in front of a mirror.

You return the smile and take a seat, staring at your reflection.

Thoma approaches you from behind and immediately begins brushing your hair. Despite the tangles you're certain are in your hair, the brush moves smoothly.

As he continues to work, your boyfriend begins to hum.

"Could you please close your eyes? No peeking until I'm finished, okay?"

You simply comply with his request.

He soon puts the brush away and begins to play with your hair, gently pulling and twisting the strands as he pleases.

Thoma pecks your cheek after a while, you're not sure how much time passed. "You are now free to look."

You open your eyes with a gasp - he managed to put your hair in a beautiful braid with no flaws!

"You look even more beautiful," he says. ”So? Shall we? Now, that the minor issue has been resolved?" Thoma extends his hand to you.

You gladly accept it with a short nod. "Yes," you laugh, getting up to finally go on a planned date.

One Bed - Two People || Tartaglia x fem!reader

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Summary: Sharing a bed isn't always a bad thing, especially if two people adore each other.

Warnings: None

Word count: ~725

Authors: Cass & Fenrir

A/N: today’s prompt: Bed Sharing

Resting during missions is common, but resting in a decent hotel is unusual. You are surprised to discover that there is only one room with one bed available.

You adore Tartaglia, which is why you refuse to consider simply sharing a bed with him! At least not right now! You sigh, rubbing the back of your neck. "Wow, that's unexpected."

Because Childe likes you so much, he only smirks, more to himself. "Is that an issue for you, Y/N? You're always so eager to be challenged, so consider this as a challenge," he says after taking a seat on the bed and petting the open space beside him.

You frown, your cheeks flushed as you stare at him. You're not going to give him this satisfaction, are you? "I'm going to take a bath because you dragged me into an unnecessary fight."

"Sure, I won't stop you," a smug smirk appears on his lips as his gaze follows you until you vanish in the bathroom.

You lock the door and quickly start the bath to calm yourself down.

After bathing, you change into more comfortable and clean clothes before joining him again.

Childe moves a little to provide you with a more spacious place on the bed. "Feeling better?"

"I would if there were two beds," you say and sigh and settle into the bed next to him.

"If this is such a problem for you, I can eventually take the floor," he scoffs.

You chuckle, shaking your head. "No, no, everything is fine. Just… I wasn't expecting such a situation. Whoever got us this room had a great sense of humour."

After you're comfortable by his side, Tartaglia wraps his arm around the curve of your waist. "I like your shower gel scent."

You look at him and blink. Your eyes widen in surprise at the unexpected words. "Thank you. I'm glad you like it."

His hand rubs your shoulder as he holds you close. "You're tired, aren't you?"

"A little, but I'm fine with staying up a little longer," you reply, nuzzling closer to him. "How about you? Aren't you exhausted? Especially after what happened?" You perk up as you look at him, "You're not hurt, are you?"

He rolls his eyes and replies in a casual manner, "No, I am not. You think I would have gotten hurt so easily, Y/N?"

"I don't believe you would, but…" As you nuzzle to him and wrap your arms around him, your voice becomes quiet, "I'm simply concerned about you. Always."

"Oh, really? Is that so?" He asks, poking your nose.

You groan slightly annoyed, rubbing your nose, before saying, "Don't act as if you don't know! You're wondering why I'm always there for you when you're in pain?"

"I have no idea, Y/N? Perhaps you like to take care of people that are in need or the hurt ones?" He teases.

You immediately turn in his arms, huffing angrily. Your back is facing him. "You annoy me a lot today, Childe."

He uses the moment to push your hair from your neck and kiss your nape. "Oh, am I that annoying, little Y/N?"

Your cheeks are bright red right now. "Y-yes, you are! You make me blush so much that I am on the verge of dying!"

"Tell me what do you feel for me, but for real."

"I…" You pause before continuing, licking your lips, "I absolutely adore you. I adore you, and it breaks my heart to see you in pain."

"It's not so often, though," Childe reminds you with a smirk forming on his lips.

"It's not often, indeed, but you have a habit of pushing yourself past your limits, which has a turn on your body," you counter.

Childe likes everything about your bragging, as you can tell by his chuckle. "It's difficult not to agree with you."

You pull his arms up your body, hugging them as you snuggle closer to him. "You are very important to me."

He smiles against your nape and soon closes his eyes. "Sleep tight, Y/N."

You turn around in his arms once more before placing a gentle kiss on his lips. "You, too," you say softly, settling against his chest.

"You see?" He asks, his voice sleepy. "Sharing the bed with me wasn't such a bad idea."