31 - Between Ice And Flame || Diluc X Fem!reader X Kaeya

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.

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 22 - Hide Your Phone When You’re Drunk || Layla El-Faouly x m!reader

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Summary: You are Layla's ex-boyfriend. After a night of binge drinking, you feel the urge to text your ex-girlfriend.

Warnings: descriptions of smutty behaviours

Word count: ~ 840

Author: Fenrir

A/N: The prompt for today is: Sexting Here's a non-linear story where Layla had a relationship with a male reader before she met Marc, and she is not truly happy with him and misses her ex. The warning has been given

You returned home completely wasted. While playing with a screen under the influence of alcohol, you got a stupid idea and wrote to your ex, Layla, asking whether she liked a picture of a sticking cock you've sent her.

She replied after a minute with a picture of her tits and a note "jerk yourself at it"

You: I didn't mean that, but thanks, I haven't seen you for a long time, honey

Layla: Now you have to show yourself as well

You sent her a picture of your dick, or rather boxers, with equipment clearly defined underneath.

Layla: What is this? Y/N, I wanted a cock! 🍆

You: And I'd like a pussy! 🥵👅

"Now show me your cock!" Layla texted, along with a picture of her spread legs and her open pussy.

Perhaps she's drunk as well, you thought as she started being vulgar. She received a photo of a cock without boxers, standing slightly.

Layla: I want it how I like it! Put it up, it must be stiff and shiny! Play it like you mean it

You: 😏It would have to be slimed by you and hung over your head 😏😏

Layla: You'd have to be in a position hahaha, what a silly idea, Y/N

Layla received a short clip after you lowered the phone and took a nice angle, turned on the recording, and started jerking off, thinking about her.

Layla: Thanks, it's been a long time since I've seen one up close

You: But you have a man, what's his fucking name? Marc?

Layla: Yeah... fucking like it's a formality in the bank

You: What do you mean?

Layla: Spreading my legs, turning around, showing my ass, stretching my ass with my hands, grinding my holes with his cock until he cums, pushing the cum out, wiping myself, washing up and going to sleep, that's my reality. Have you already cum, luv?

The thought of her being so sexually uncomfortable made you frown slightly. She sent another text after a longer period of time, asking again: Layla: Have you cum?

You: Nah, didn't write to have cyber fun lol 😂 I didn't think you were just fucking around, no fun, but rather you always liked a bit of fun before and after 😏

Layla: My preference would be to watch a cock straddle me in my every hole rather than simply feeling the lubricating gel, followed by a hard cock in my unstretched ass

You: From your perspective, how did it work out?

She must have been offended, you thought after waiting about 15 minutes after your last text was left without a response from Layla. Due to the late hour, you decided to take a shower. When you set your alarm clock after the shower, you noticed a message notification. You checked it reluctantly, convinced that you had just received another ranting message. Instead, this was the biggest message you've ever seen someone send. It resembled a fucking essay.

Layla: When I knelt in front of your erect cock, just looking at it, taking it in my mouth, licking it, and sucking it made me turn on 😍 Additionally, grabbing your slightly dangling balls was always a good way to keep you from shoving your cock down my throat, since you often fucked me in my throat like you were driving into my ass without resistance haha 🥵 When I held your cock in my mouth, I often had to suck to keep my neck from getting too tired. My neck hurt anyway after a while, so I put my hands on your ass and pushed you down. Your cock would then push into my mouth as you dropped yourself down, and I could see the ball sack coming toward my face. I felt the hard cock kneading my tongue and going almost down my throat, which I didn't like because I can't deep throat. Your half-hard cock with cum hanging over my face always got my attention, as did your cum running down your cock on the video when you jacked off, or when I finished you off with my hand while lying on your back for a hand job with my fingers drilling into your ass and me sucking on your balls. Watching you cum for me again or feeling your sperm on my face would be wonderful. Please don't take me for a pervert, but fuck, I miss you, Y/N 🥺

It was a severe shock, and your dick was standing all over the place; your response was to push your sweatpants down to record yourself jerking to the camera again until you spurted your cum on your lower, well-built abdomen, with a grunt.

Layla: That's what I needed, handsome. Now wash your dick and go to bed, because we have a long day tomorrow, don't we? Would you like to hang out, then?

You: Sure. If you message me when you're in our pub, I'll meet you there, ok?

Layla: Yes. If I said I didn't miss you, I'd lie... See you then, babe ❤️

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.

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."

𝓓𝓪𝔂 23 - Adventure-seeking Spirits || Sam Drake x fem!reader

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Summary: Sam is the oldest of the Drake brothers, and you happen to have a major crush on him. When the opportunity arises, you'll use all of your skills to get to know Samuel better and deeper.

Warnings: smut

Word count: 1200

Author: Bear

A/N: The prompt for today is: Creampie

You dealt with Nathan's older brother, Samuel Drake, many times before. Although he was always kind to you and offered a lot of support if needed, his attitude towards his younger brother's best friend was far from friendly from time to time - it rather looked like he wanted to devour you. Men paid attention to you because you were young with an attractive body, always dressed in fitted clothes that accentuated every single curve of your figure, hugging your ass, thighs, and boobs nicely. You came to Drakes' apartment that day for you had found a clue to another mission: finding a flooded cave where some old artifacts were likely hidden by corsairs centuries ago. Your outfit consisted of a white shirt and plaid short skirt, white sneakers, and thigh-high black socks.

You were welcomed by Sam, who informed you that Nathan was away - younger Drake and Sully were apparently already heading to the cave. With hungry eyes, you surveyed Sam's features as he explained the next steps to you so eagerly. Despite his late 30s, Samuel Drake was tall and handsome, with a well-defined jawline and dark hair that was always messy but brushed back as neatly as possible. Another thing that turned you on to him was his eagerness for adventures. "Sam, may I ask you a question?" You interrupted him, your tone innocent and sweet.

He nodded, "Sure."

Your blunt question prompted you to walk closer to him, "When was the last time you were with a woman?"

He appeared to be blushing, suggesting that it had been a while for him, so you only smirked. "How would you react if I asked you to fuck me right now, right here?"

"Uhm," he started, his tone a little hesitant. Sam reached out to rub his nape, his eyes lowered as he looked at the floor of his little, messy room. "I don't think that's a good idea, Y/N," he said. "We're friends, though."

Your hips swung temptingly, just for him, as you got closer to him. "Don't be shy, Sam, I've seen you eat me with your eyes many times before."

Older Drake blushed harder. "Uhm, Y/N..."

Your eyebrows rose at him. He felt your hand running up his leg until you grasped at his cock through his pants after standing right by his side. You smirked at him, "Well, so we have a problem because I want your cock in me, Drake."

His eyes looked down at you; he could feel his brain handing the wheel over to his dick; he knew it was wrong - and risky - but right and wrong ceased to matter when you both wanted it, and this was what he sensed in you. Primal urges were taking over and convincing him that he had to mate, reproduce, above all else.

Sam breathed heavily, "I don't have any condoms."

Putting both of your hands on his belt, you unbuckled it, pulled it off, held it to the side, and dropped it. You didn't even look at him. "I don't fucking care, Drake."

After hearing his belt hit the ground, Sam acted; he couldn't take it anymore. Sam threw his morals aside and threw his face at yours; he grabbed you by the cheeks and slipped his tongue into your mouth, offering you a deep and passionate kiss.

Immediately, you began unbuttoning his shirt as he pushed your back towards the desk; you tripped over it and sent papers flying everywhere. Sam then grabbed your hips and lifted you up to the desk. After undoing the last button, his shirt parted, but he kept it on, unlike yours which he eagerly lifted over your head, exposing your big, young tits.

After lightly tickling your nipple with his tongue, Sam put your areola in his mouth, trying to engulf as much of it as possible, grunting as he did, sending vibes through your body.

"Yeah, just like that," you moaned. There was no doubt in my mind that you fucking wanted this, Drake."

It caused him to give you the longest, wettest kiss he'd ever experienced.

Your panty-clad cunt ached against the fabric of Sam's pants as you spread your legs and pulled him closer to you, licking his well-defined jawline.

Sam pulled your skirt a little up and yanked your panties down and off one leg so that they clung to your other thigh. He grunted in anticipation at the sight: you were completely shaven with large, puffy lips and a tiny, pink, glistening slit, and your skin around your mound was lighter - clearly highlighted by your tan lines. His zipper was pulled open, and he pulled out his hard, heavy cock; he rubbed it up and down your wet pussy until it was covered in your juices. Sam guided his eager dick with one hand while holding you with the other. As it went in, you both gasped in unison. His pleasure rushed over him as he entered the tightest, littlest, teenage twat that he'd ever experienced; Sam thrust his cock in and held your face with both hands; his head rested against yours as your lust-filled eyes met.

The cunt held Sam firmly, milking him with a vice-like grip while he slid his dick up and down against the bumpy, narrow walls. Each thrust was more blissful than the last, each thrust faster than the one before.

"Yeah, that's it," you moaned, rolling your head back, grasping at your boob with one hand. "Faster! Fuck me like you want to, Drake! Fuck me like I know you want to!"

While your tits bounced up and down, Sam pounded your sweet, little pussy into oblivion, causing you both to grunt and groan with each plunge. He was being pampered in every way: the taste of your sticky saliva on his tongue, the sight of your gorgeous, young body gleaming with sweat, the sound of your cute voice moaning, the intoxicating smell of your sweet musk, and most of all, the sensation of your tiny, young, wet cunt pulling on his throbbing cock. Sam grunted in a husky voice, "I'm gonna cum."

"It would be really hot if you came inside me," you panted, licking your lower lip.

A long, almost whiny groan escaped Sam's lips. "You shouldn't say things like that, doll."

You giggled mischievously, "Why not? You never cum in a girl before?"

That fucking last line sent him over the edge; suddenly he was cumming even faster and harder than he had expected. He held your hips and slowed his fast pounding to rhythmic thrusts that matched the waves of pleasure rolling over him as his cock throbbed and spasmed inside your womb - painting your pink walls white with warm, thick semen of his.

With one final thrust, Sam buried himself balls-deep inside of you until every last drop of hot, salty cum was out of him. Sam watched as thick, gooey ropes of sperm oozed out of your swollen, reddened cunt as he slowly pulled out. "Oh fuck," he exclaimed breathlessly. "I can't believe we did that."

Your coos were affectionate as you stroked Sam's cheek. "I won't tell anyone that you had me.”