#★ business is booming! {answered asks}

[ebonyforged]

@demcnsinmymind​: “ why are you looking at me like that?  ” || morning after starters (accepting)

   “Well, you look — ” Thoroughly fucked, she wants to say, but it’s a little much first thing in the morning, especially considering that it really applies to both of them. Thinking back, Lance probably didn’t intend to become so worn out that he would actually fall asleep in her bed, but it may just be the best way things could’ve panned out. Although she hasn’t asked, hasn’t wanted to pry more than necessary, she suspects this is the first time Lance has slept in a proper, clean bed in a while. “You look like shit, really. My bad.” Ebony laughs and rolls over from where she’d been looking at him perched on her elbows to sit up instead. Standing up by the side of the bed, she flicks on one of the smaller lights on her wall. The gentle glow is a lot nicer than the brightness that awaits her in the bathroom.

   “Your hair’s a mess.” she supplies helpfully. His hair is pretty much the only part of him she feels comfortable being rough with. He is by no means fragile, but he hasn’t responded well to being held by the wrists, so the tries to keep her hands occupied by thoroughly messing up his hair instead. “You’re going to want to take a shower. After I do, I’m far more of a mess than you.”

#demcnsinmymind #suggestive cw #★ Business is booming! { answered asks } #r; It's not unknown if I'm exploring it - I'm not crazy I'm just curious! {Lance Preston}

[adaraprince]

The Club

Chapter 1: Steve Rogers - Reader - Tony Stark Chapter 2 here! Chapter 3 here! Chapter 4 here! Chapter 5 here! Chapter 6 here!

-> The Club's masterlist

Warnings: This is a +18 story, dealing with topics such as sex, kinks and prostitution. Therefore, minors should not interact.

Synopsis: Tony takes his good friend Steve to a very select club where they can help him reduce his stress.

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"The Daddy Club? Tony, come on…!"

"Wait," Tony held up a finger, pausing in what would no doubt be a lecture of admonishment to the Captain. "It's a respectable business, all the girls are vetted, clean, live well. And the customers … we get what we pay for."

"It's degrading," Steve replied with his arms folded. "A poor girl, trapped in that life…"

"With what I pay for a visit, none of those girls are trapped there," Tony snorted. He could still see the tension in his friend's shoulders, the disapproval in his frown; and the curiosity in his eyes. "Really, they're businesswomen in a booming industry; they call it the oldest profession, you know."

"Hm," Steve Rogers, despite his gilded status, bit his cheek in intrigue. He'd been hurt hard lately, none of his dates had gone well, he'd only found relief in his hand, hence Tony's offer. "…and they… call you that?" he could barely form the word. "Daddy?"

Tony's smile was confident; it had him hooked. "They can, but they'll call you whatever you want. Daddy, sir, master," he paused, arching his dark eyebrows. "Captain."

The apple in Steve's throat bobbed with a gulp. He'd always wanted to hear that from a lady … but he was too scared to ask.

"Come on, Cap. The least you can do is come with me, see for yourself. You'll be my guest," he patted Steve on the shoulder. He knew he already had him convinced. "It's not that bad - have a drink, meet the girls. You could use a break."

His nose wrinkled slightly, but he already knew his answer; if only to dampen his interest. "Fine. One drink."

Tony's little smile turned into a full-fledged grin. "Just one drink," he nodded, knowing it would undoubtedly be more. "And you have to let me introduce you to this girl - the things she can do…"

""----- ⍟ ★ ⎊-----""

Of all his clients, the Philanthropist was one of his favourites.

You knew who he was - who didn't? - but you never let his stardom or heroics get in the way of fantasy. He paid a lot of money to be someone else when he joined the club, when he chose your name; and you were happy to oblige his requests.

He was always as happy to give as he was to receive; another highlight of the arrangement.

Not all girls were so lucky.

With a quick shake of your hair and your favourite pink lipstick, you were ready to begin. The little frilly dress, the Mary Jane heels; it was a bit of a cliché, but you were far from questioning its details when you were footing a hefty bill. The last step was to slip your panties down your legs, tossing them over your dressing table; it always happened that they got in the way.

"Wait, wait," you were stopped by Delia, the 'talent agent' for the evening, before you could leave the dressing room. She looked at her tablet, checking the order notes. "No pink tonight, she wants red lips."

"Red?" you arched an eyebrow. she had been persistent with the colour up to that point; but it was a minor change. A quick makeup wipe, Forbidden Apple Red from your kit, and you were ready.

Despite another strange look from Delia, you were given the green light and headed for the service corridor. This corridor was for you girls only; to walk safely amongst the customers, to remain untouched and unseen by unwanted eyes. Anonymity was paramount and came with membership. You didn't even have to ask which room was booked; it was always The Lounge. Styled like a 1960s studio, with deep red tones, dark wood and thick leather seating, it was by far the most elegant suite the Club retained. It had taste; and you didn't mind that at all. The philanthropist kept good company.

However, as her hand grasped the right knob, she could hear a second voice in the room: what was waiting for her this time?

She couldn't help but widen her eyes when she opened the door and saw who was sitting with her regular.

America's golden son.

The philanthropist turned around in his leather Malibu, wearing the same shit-eating grin he always did when he walked in. "Doll," he purred, raising his highball glass, filled with expensive bourbon. "It's been too long, I hope you haven't been so lonely."

The famous captain didn't make a sound, just looked at you with coy eyes. You could guess what prompted him to come; but you'd make it worth both of your time.

"Hi, Daddy," you hummed in response, swaying your hips on the carpeted floor, perching delicately on the arm of his chair. "Don't worry, I wasn't too bored, I can always play with myself." 'Daddy' ran his tongue over his lips and wrapped his arm around your waist; the leather squeaked on the Captain's matching chair as he shifted uncomfortably.

"Well, none of that tonight," he pinched your thigh and you yelped obediently. His dark eyes slid to his guest, his terrified guest, before returning to yours. "I brought a friend to play, baby. Are you okay with that?"

Of course you were, you would have left the moment you opened the door if you weren't. You just didn't know what to expect. "Yes, Daddy," your teeth tangled in your lip as you cast your own sultry gaze towards the blond. "Can I say hello?"

His usual deep nod, smacking your ass as you stood up. It was only 3 steps before you were at his friend's feet; his friend, who kept his gaze glued to the ground.

"Hello, sir," a red blush broke out on his cheeks; you could spot a newbie anywhere. "It's nice to meet you. Wanna play with me?"

"A-a pleasure, miss," he fiddled with his hands, unsure if he should offer a handshake or not touch you at all. "I - um, my … I'm Ste-"

"Ah, there's no need for any names here," your character paused slightly, reminding him of the rules. "Do you really want me to shout your name tonight - or something else?"

He couldn't find a single word; it was all stuck in his throat. How did you manage to convince him of this? But you were so pretty … maybe there was still time to leave …

"He likes to be called Captain, sweetheart."

"Would you shut up!"

You smiled, letting your fingers run along his jaw, tilting his head up. He finally met your face, but his gaze focused on your lips, explaining the changing colour of the night.

"Hello, Captain," you trilled, and he looked like he was going to burn. Your hand moved away from his skin, trailing along the length of barely your skirt; pulling it up just enough so that the Captain could see the bare skin of your hip, and Daddy got a glimpse of your ass. "So… do you want to play?"

He'd faced Nazis, aliens, spies; but you, standing before him, really paralysed him. Tony had brought him there for an express purpose and, of course, he was curious, but a beautiful woman waving her skirt, with nothing underneath! - It was a very different experience up close.

"I-I… I don't know yet."

You'd heard that before: nervous beginners, too scared to touch or taste, when with those gestures they ask for what they obviously need.

They always ended up coming back.

"He's still nervous," you hadn't realised that Daddy had left his seat until his forehead pressed against your back. His cologne familiar, you giggled as his fingers tickled your thigh. "How about we give him a demonstration first, show him what he's missing?"

You perked up, you knew he had an exhibitionist streak in him. Truth be told, so did you. "Absolutely, Daddy!"

He didn't even need to give the command; you knew well how he liked to start his sessions. Your skirt fluttered as you spun around to face him, just for a moment before dropping to your knees; a comfortable position with Daddy. He was already fat behind his custom-made Armani trousers, and it hurt too, because of his hissing sound when you unzipped them.

"Oh God…" the poor Captain was so embarrassed behind you, though you doubted he had seen his friend's cock leap free, with your head in the way. The man was fidgeting and no doubt trying to look away, but in your experience, hardly anyone did.

"That's my line, Cap," Daddy chuckled, melting into a sigh as your tongue traced the veins of his length. He loved this kind of foreplay; the soft hand in your hair told you so. "But -mm- I think Babydoll here is the only Goddess in this room."

Washed and polished slick with your tongue, you always savoured the first suck; his head, a little too big, your sunken cheeks and that meaty, salty taste no other man had. The philanthropist was favoured for many reasons; his cock was at least in the top 3.

"That's it, baby," he cooed, tilting his head down to meet your shining eyes and nod. His hand barely guided you; this was your dance. "Mmm… I tell you, Capipaleta, this girl has a gift."

She whimpered and boasted her compliments, always happy for the recognition; there was a reason she boasted the highest price, the choicest clientele.

The Captain had yet to realise that.

"G-God, Tony, would you stop making her do that?" Waiving the rules, he stood up then, trying to avert his eyes from what he interpreted as a victim. "You … can't treat her like a toy…"

You stopped abruptly, much to Daddy's dismay; but there was no confusion in his position. Not when you still wanted to prove it. He fixed his gaze on his favourite customer. "Can I explain things to him, Daddy?"

He shook his head, smiling as he returned to his seat; still stroking his half-hard member. You always liked a good show.

You turned around, still on your knees, but with a face that spoke nothing of despair or fear. "Captain, could you sit down, please?" he obeyed, but he didn't seem any less annoyed. At least he was looking you in the eye. "I guess Daddy was a little loose with the rules before he brought you here, wasn't he?"

The blond soldier nodded, exasperation touching his eyes.

He nodded his head, placing his fingers delicately on his thighs. "Then I'll set the record straight," you held his gaze as your hands slid along his legs, soft and soothing. "The women who work here, we know safety. We live comfortably, we are healthy and we keep what we earn . I know your experience with women like me must be different; but I can assure you, nothing I do with anyone happens without consent."

He seemed calmer; the vein in his neck no longer throbbed and his hands had loosened. "And you…" his eyes shifted to your chest; still intrigued. "You like doing this?"

A lascivious smile formed on your red lips; the colour slightly messy from your daddy's requests. "I love it , Captain," your hands slid down to his waist, down to his own buttoned trousers. "I love sex, and I'm very good at it. I love having a man deep, I love the feel of tongues and fingers on me, I love sucking cock," his breathing was heavier now; his intrigue burning in full desire. With nimble fingers, you popped his fly; his rapidly swelling cock still hidden by standard cotton briefs. "Can I suck your cock, Captain?"

The words still stuck in his throat; A beautiful, free-minded girl like you, so brazen - he felt like a skinny kid again. He couldn't speak, couldn't shout the yes he so fervently wanted to say.

"You can just nod. Somehow, you'd read his mind, and he almost twisted his neck, bowing his head in agreement.

"Attagirl." Dad's voice was proud behind you, not a jealous bone in his body.

"Thank you, Captain." you whispered, hooking your fingers to help him pull his trousers down; just past his hips, just enough to release an absolutely magnificent cock and balls. Thick, long, uncut and throbbing, it was quite a mouthful. A light fuzz of golden hair covered his base and sack, but that didn't make his package any less delicious: the man looked perfectly designed, right down to the details.

His broad hand steadied the root, clearly still quivering with nerves. "Um… I don't know how you like it…"

"Now, it's all about how you like it," he teased, running the backs of his fingers downwards, from head to base; he was already choking back gasps. "I just want you to cum as hard as you can."

"Oh, God," her voice cracked, anxious and terrified. You made no move, apart from gently stroking the velvety skin that covered his length. "I-I … I like it when a girl - a woman, I'm sorry - I like it when they … lick me all over."

Finally, you were getting somewhere.

"I can do that," you sounded almost gleeful, leaning forward, resting your hands on her legs. "I bet you taste delicious."

The first lick made your eyes and his roll; he was as delicious as you'd predicted. Warm, tinged with sweat, and the warm scent of Old Spice soap filled your nose; it was a taste all its own and worth devouring. You licked his pulse, from the rim of his balls to the tip, listening to his choked moans, his hands clutching leather. You shuddered in the same way; it was particularly intoxicating.

"Damn, live shows are always worth the price of admission," Dad's voice filled the air, as did the quick slap of skin on skin; nursing his own stiffness, as you attended to Cap. "No notes, Cap? You love giving orders."

"N-no, it's… it's perfect," you barely uttered the words; as if you were trying to avoid shouting. When you flicked your tongue so expertly, slipping between the tip and the foreskin, you nearly wrenched your arms off the chair. "O-oh God, yes-!"

You purred, rolling your tongue around; his whole body stiffened and trembled. Thick spoonfuls of pre-seminal fluid pooled on your tongue, you succumbed to curiosity and closed your mouth around him to suck; he made no move to stop you, apart from grunting a determined yes.

Clearly, he had been holding on to some stress.

Did you hear that, baby? You made the old man crack up; damn, you're good," Daddy, with his many visits, knew how much you loved praise. You wiggled your hips, teasing and promising. "Why don't you lift up your skirt and get a head start on the main event?"

Without missing a beat, you flipped the lacy edge of your skirt past your hips; a groan of approval sounded behind you. With the Captain writhing and grunting on top of you, his thick cock sliding between your lips and Daddy's eyes glued to your actions, you were absolutely drenched. You wondered if Daddy could see you dripping.

But back to the matter at hand.

Your hands went back to the Captain, shuddering and squeezing his eyes shut, trying with all his might not to finish too quickly. You'd have to get your A-material out.

Cupping his sack in your hand, you slid down; as deep as you could, sucking and swallowing all the way. His legs moved around you, almost kicking as he gasped, surprised at your depth. "S - Miss!" Silly thing, he still didn't know what to call you; he looked up as he swallowed saliva again. "M-Miss, please…. I'm going to cum, I can finish in…"

You swirled your tongue once more, his cock heavy in your mouth; and he was almost finished. His hands tangled in your hair, so tight, as his strap-on snapped and the first jets of cum painted the back of your throat. Salty, bitter, but strangely cold as you swallowed it, proud of your work and hungry for more. You happily sucked and licked until he pulled you out of his groin, panting and ultra sensitive.

America's golden boy; boned and babbling out of your mouth. That had to be a personal record.

"Thank you, Captain," he said hoarsely, his voice a little worn from stretching his throat. "You taste so good."

He blinked his eyes barely open, head tilted down to meet yours, still confused and fucked up. "You're welcome…?"

As you laughed, a slap against the leather sounded behind you. "You left him stupid, baby," Daddy hummed. You turned around, a look of pride and hunger in his eyes. "While we wait for the old man to sober up, I've got something to keep you busy."

You licked your lips and crawled, to his delight, towards daddy. His cock still firmly in his fist, he moved his chin up, indicating for you to stand up. He never liked to finish in your mouth, and for the amount of money you cost, he was getting pussy.

Naked.

"Get on board, Babydoll." he said, sliding down just enough to keep you comfortable.

You turned once more, knowing he would prefer the bounce of your ass as he fucked you; and you would see if the Captain would stiffen for you again. Your knees rested outside either of his thighs, and he barely moved in position before his hard, hot tip rubbed against your folds.

"Oh, look at you, there are puddles down here," he teased, slapping against your clit, you didn't suppress a particularly sensual moan. "Did Old Cap's cock in your mouth get you all wet, girl? Or are you just eager for me?"

You hummed another moan, rocking your hips; the action notched his head with your hole. "It can be both, Daddy," the first searing thrust sent pleasure up your spine. You took your time, deliberately sliding him inside you at a slow pace, feeling every vein and contour as you reveled in the familiar stretch. "Oh, Daddy!"

He hissed and hummed in agreement, nimble hands finding your hips and pressing down; he wasn't looking to be slow and steady, not after waiting so long. One hard thrust and he buried it all the way in, drawing a scream from your lips as it pulsed inside you.

"Mm, that's it, take it like a good girl," he roared, nipping at your flesh. Your hips moved like a piston immediately, without preamble; but you didn't care, not with a man of such experience. "Fuck, I love it when you're soaking wet-!"

"Mmmm… it's so big Daddy," you moaned in response, arching against him, pressing your hands back against his crisp shirt, stomach firm, gaining the balance to gyrate your own hips. A grunt in front of you caught your attention. "Oh… Daddy, we have an audience."

Indeed, the Captain was watching, fascinated, watching you ride his friend and teammate. His gaze moved quickly between your pussy, slick and full, your breasts bouncing just below your top, and your mouth, still appetizing and tempting. You smiled and bit your lip; it was getting hard again.

"Well, show off for the man, sweetheart," giggled Daddy. Without missing a beat, his grip ascended to your chest, only to pull down the edge of your top, tits in full view. The captain's eyes grew wide and you groaned at the attention. "Play with them a little, baby."

He had phrased it as a question, but your hands were already finding your nipples, pinching and twitching them a little; and your voyeur's mouth watered. "Do you like my tits, Captain?" your head nodded vigorously; you were now on the edge of your seat. "Do you want to know how they feel?"

"God, yes," his voice cracked as he shot up; a long stride brought him in front of you, his rough hands gripping and kneading just as quickly. "Oh fuck… you're… you're so soft…"

"Language, Cap," your daddy let out a chuckle, but you could tell he was reaching his breaking point. Nails dug in, thighs tensed, and that perfect hard cock hit all the right places; it wouldn't hold out much longer. "What…how about you give Baby Doll here something to suck on while I make her cum?"

Oh, Daddy, always so generous.

You didn't say a word, no convincing necessary this time. You simply parted your lips, seconds before the velvety tip of the Captain's cock graced your tongue. He jerked again, still sensitive, but with the sway of his hips and the confidence in how he gripped your hair, you'd no doubt convinced him.

"Shit," Daddy growled behind you, panting in tandem with the Captain, both paying for your time, worshippers of your talents. "Damn, Babydoll, I'm fucking close…"

"I-I am too," the Captain complained, head cocked to one side, pretty blue eyes shut tight. "That mouth, oh god, oh doll…"

Doll; you liked that.

Both men pursued their orgasms with fervour and ferocity, and in truth, so did you. A multi-million dollar cock fucking you to perfection, a perfectly designed one filling your mouth; absolute bliss, better than any recent encounter. As you approached the limit, you considered tipping them for their services.

When they lost control, the hot heat on your tongue, deep inside, reaffirmed you: you were the star.

As usual, Dad's grip was strangling as he held you still, his cock pressed as hard as he could, his balls tight and right against your clit as his spend spilled against your length.

The Captain called out to you, "Doll, Doll, Doll!" Again and again as he ascended, unafraid to pull your hair this time; pulling you hard, your lips pressed to his base.

All three of you trembled all over, had you ever felt so full?

#steve rogers #tony stark #reader insert #one shot #masterlist #smut #marvel #sexy #fanfic #english

[aeruia]

★. GENSHIN IMPACT

HOW WOULD GENSHIN IMPACT CHARACTERS WOULD REACT ABOUT YOU ASKING PICKING YOU OR SOMEONE?

CHARACTER/S: childe, zhongli, venti, bennett & albedo.

WARNING/S: ooc childe.

NOTE: reader knows zhongli and venti are archons and knows a little bit of their past since they told reader about it and a reminder this fic is poorly written with grammatical errors!

UNDER THE CUT ! <3

ZHONGLI

you and zhongli were drinking tea in his office while he is working. his been busy these days because of how the wangsheng funeral parlor business is booming.

the only thing you could really hear in the room was sipping tea and some little bit of mumbles. you wanna break the silence and ask a question so you break the silence by speaking first.

“ hey love, i have a question. ” you said putting your tea down and look at him.

zhongli hum as he puts down his tea and look at you, “ what is it? ” he asked.

“ if you were in a room with [name of someone] and of course me. who would you choose? ” you asked. “ I know it's a dumb question but i wanna knows ” you added and chuckles.

zhongli was a bit confuse why do you asked that kind of question but he answered it.

“ oh? of course i will choose you. ” he said without hesitation.

your mouth made an O shape and you smiled at him while you look at him again. “ Even if the someone is guizhong? ” you asked.

zhongli's eyes widened at your question but shakes it off.

“ why would you even ask that? ” he said and look at you.

“ are you getting hesitant about it? ” you said and grinned. “ this is just a harmless question by the way. ” you added and put your hands up defensively.

“ love, i told you i would still choose you. me and guizhong are friends nothing more. ” he said and took a sip on his tea.

you can just laugh and smiled at him. “ well it came from your mouth i will accept it. ” you joked

zhongli can just laugh at you as he give a kiss on the cheek, “ i will finish these works so we can go home ” he said as you nodded and he got back working.

you're very lucky to have him.

CHILDE

you two were having a peaceful date just like a normal couple and childe was ranting about how scaramouche is annoying and you were zoning out.

a question hit your mind as childe wave a hand near your face. “ you okay? ” he asked worried. “ i'm fine! i just zoned out sorry ” you said scratching the back of your neck.

“ it's fine so as i was saying ” he said and continues to rant about scaramouce while you listen and just nod your head in agreement.

a few hours of him ranting about scaramouche he finally shuts up about it. thank god.

silence filled the room as the two of you wait who would break the silence. childe open his mouth but shuts it.

he decided to talk first and ask if you have something in your mind.

“ oh, yeah i kinda have a question, this has been in my mind for quite some time now. ” you said and smiled.

“ sure, ask away. ” he said and laughs.

“ if you were in a room with [name of someone] and me. who would you choose? ” you asked him and look at him while he look at you confused.

“ why are you asking that kind of question, huh? ” he said his tone lace with confusion. you shrugged and take a sip of your coffee.

“ i will choose you. ” he answers confidently and grins at you.

“ i see... even if that someone is lumine? ” you said and look at him seriously. even you know he might joke of picking lumine or he might not be joking about picking her.

you can see on his face on how hesitant he look but you ignore it and waits for his answer.

“ yes... i would ” he said and smiled at you. “ really? ” you asked “ not, ” he added. you frowned and glare at him. “ not pick lumine. ” he said and smiled nervously.

asking yourself why did you even dated him.

ALBEDO

he decided to take a break from what he was doing and check up on you since you might be freezing right now. ( even you insist on going with him so he won't feel alone )

“ are you okay there? ” he asked and look at where you are sitting. you gave him a thumbs up before he sighed and walk at you.

“ you sure? ” he asked. “ i'm 100% sure, i can endure this cold weather. ” you said shivering. “ doesn't look like you can endure it. ” he deadpanned.

you chuckles as he gave you a blanket that you never expect he would have here in the cave he is staying, doing his research.

“ thank you ” you said and smiled at him while he gave you a small smile. “ it's the least i can do since you insist on going with me. ”

you laugh and smack him on his shoulder. “ come on! it's fine atleast i can spend time with you. ” , he just sigh and give you a quick kiss on your forehead.

“ do you want anything? ” albedo asked before he continues to do his research.

“ no, but i have a question since it has been in my head for quite a while now. ” you said and wrapped the blanket he gave you, on you tightly.

“ sure, what is it? ” he asked and look at you.

“ if you were in a room with [name of someone] and me, would you choose me? ” you said and look at him.

he is confuse. really confuse. but he took a while to answer it though.

“ you, of course why the sudden question like that? ” he said calmly.

“ just curious but even if the someone is sucrose? ” you answered. while he just closed his eyes and sighed.

“ love, sucrose is just my assistant and yes even if the someone is sucrose i will choose you. i will always choose you, remember that. ” he said in a calm tone.

you kind of expected his answer but nonetheless you didn't argue anymore and just giggled. “ i see, you should continue your research so we can go back to mondstadt. ”

he nodded and quickly got back to his research.

BENNETT

bennett, who always go to your house and ask if you wanna go adventures with him even his unlucky. ( he is kinda lucky when he was always with you so ig u his lucky charm ) or you going into bennett's house and ask him if he wanna take a stroll on mondstadt.

you two would always go to adventures or just stroll on mondstadt he would always tells you hia adventures when you're not around.

“ let's go to windrise and relax there, the wind there must be refreshing. ” you suggested. “ sure! we can go there let's go! ” he said energetically. he is always energetic.

the both of you walk to windrise and arrive there in a couple of minutes. bennett bow to the statue as you did the same.

you two sit on the grass while bennett continues on telling you his adventures as the wind blows and making some leaves fall on the tree.

“ adventuring is fun but not really fun when you're not around ” he said and frowned at you, you elbowed him and said “ hey! i didn't get to go with you because my mother said she had an emergency thing to do and i had to look for her shop. ” trying to reason out.

“ it's just once though. ” you added. “ i know. ” he answered. “ oh. ” you deadpanned.

“ anyway, you had anything to tell me? ” he asked and look at you. “ oh yeah! glad you asked me ” and grinned at him.

“ alright, tell me ” he said his face litting up. it's you who we are talking about?!?!?

“ if you were in a room with [ name of someone ] and me, who would you choose? ” you asked and look at the sky.

“ kind of question is that? so easy ” he said and laughs “ ofcourse you! ” he said and give you a smile while you smiled back.

“ even if the someone is fischl? ” you asked once again and look at him before looking back at the sky.

“ yeah?!?!? ” he said, confuse on why would you say even if the someone is fischl, fischl is just his friend nothing more!

you laugh at his confusion as you said how beautiful the sky was and he agreed. he knows how much you love to look at the sky, even him loves to look at the sky, its calming.

you and bennet's relationship is very adorable 100%

VENTI

you and venti were just having fun in the starsnatch cliff and having a picnic there since the weather is great, you even prepared some dishes for you two to eat.

“ this food you made are so delicious! ” he said and laugh, you can just laugh at him. has he been very this lively?

“ go ahead eat up. ” you said and put more food near him. ” [name], i'm full ” he said mouth full of food. “ oh sorry, ” you said and laugh before taking a bread and take a bite.

the two of you eat peacefully while gazing at the sky, it was sunset so the view look really beautiful. ( sky enjoyer 😊😊🤞🏻 )

“ anyway, i have a question for you. ” you said still not taking your eyes off the sky. “ sure! ask away my dear ” he said and wiggle his eyebrows.

“ if were in a room with [ name of someone ] and me, who would you choose? ” you said and look at him for a second before looking at the sky again.

“ silly, [name] ofc i would pick you! ” he said and points at you. “ as i expected but even if it's.. xiao? ” you asked.

venti glared at you ( not in a mean way ) “ who's xiao, [name] i don't know him and i will still pick you. ” he said laying his head on your lap. “ you don't really know him? ” you asked, “ yes, i never know someone named xiao ” he answered and sighs.

“ okayy ” you said and play with his hair while humming as he just relaxed on your touch.

relationship with venti is yes fun 😊😊

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[pluttskutt]

🌠 Plu's Tarot Event 🌠

Mystique is in the air as a door reveals itself to your character. It's in that dark alley they've never ventured down before, the old abandoned building they never truly looked at until now, in the busy street where people are flocking for the best deal, or in their very own basement.

Opening it, they find themselves in a shop filled with knick-knacks as the scent of damp moss and pine trees fill their nose. Maybe they even hear the echoing of a waterfall.

A woman with pink hair greets them. She is dressed in a simple tunic held in place by a thick rope tied around her waist, resembling a belt. In her hands, she holds a deck of cards. Maybe your character knows what this is, maybe not, as she offers to answer a question of theirs.

"A word of caution, as the answer one receives, may not always be the answer one seeks."

★ About:

Hello dearies,

My Tarot event is now open for my followers. Send in a question to me with your character's name (or a whole scenario in the ask, you decide), and give as many/few details as you want about your character and their story. Bada bing, bada boom, you got yourself a reading.

This event is a repetition of an event I held at the end of last year. She, the reader, is in a pocket realm of sort. Her shop can be accessed from any world.

Sometimes the door may even appear in thin air for your character.

#writeblr events #della holds yet an event #writeblr event #dellas tarot event #character event #writeblr #what tags do i even use for this

[ebonyforged]

@enigmaticlook​: “why do you want to help me?” || random dialogue prompts (accepting)

“Maybe it’s because I know you’re walking right into danger?” she muses, breath clouding while she talks into in the crisp night air. They’re walking close beside each other through a narrow alleyway. Lucas may be the one actually guiding them to where they need to do, but Ebony looks entirely at home in the dark. She could easily fade into the background here, if she weren’t with Lucas, by whom she would rather be seen.

They ran into each other entirely by chance ( as she would have him believe ), the sour look on his face urging her to ask about his business. The details of his case aren’t entirely clear to her, but it’s taking him to an establishment she doesn’t quite trust. It’s not the ladies of the night she fears, but their boss. Ebony visited the place while scouting for Ryder’s possible lair and wasn’t able to confidently mark it off the list.

“Or maybe I’d just like another chance to show off, didn’t quite get to finish punishing that man last time.”

#enigmaticlook #v; It’s time for some old-fashioned rebellion. {memories past} #★ Business is booming! { answered asks }

[ebonyforged]

@demcnsinmymind​:   [ BLADE ] : sender, having been enemies with the receiver, places a knife to their throat, but does nothing else. || sexual tension prompts (accepting)

Initially, Ebony is ready to chew him out for having the guts to crowd her against a wall like this. You’re a hypocrite, she wants to say, but words die on her lips at the sight of a blade catching the light. Soon there’s the gentle press of the knife against the soft skin of her throat, light enough not to cut her but so overwhelmingly there, threatening. She thrives at a distance, dancing around her foes until they scream in frustration, but when she’s pinned down like this, with a knife of all things, she suddenly feels all too vulnerable.

“Lance,” she says quietly, peering up at him. She has to remind herself that she always has Limbo to fall back on, another world always there to catch her. Its veil, thin and easy for her to pass through, nips at her skin and she feels tries to focus on that, instead of the blade against her neck. He seems to have stalled at least, not quite ready to slit the throat of someone in the same boat as him — maybe he never intended to.

With those small comforts in mind, Ebony smiles. “I thought you weren’t the touchy-feely type?” She tilts her head inquisitively, careful not to let the knife slide against her skin. “Now you’re pushing me up against walls all on your own.” He doesn’t let up, so she continues. Hopefully reminding him that she’s more than just her demonic nature will be enough to bring him back to reality. After all, they do share a sense of humor. “Oh! Is this foreplay?” she chirps with a light laugh. “You should’ve said something, you need a safe word for these things.”

#when is this happening in relation to our thread? doesnt matter we dont ask questions here #demcnsinmymind #v; Open for business. {main} #★ Business is booming! { answered asks }

[ebonyforged]

@demcnsinmymind​: ❛  i  can’t  wait  to  find  out  what  else  you  can  do .  ❜ ||  𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 . ( nsfw, accepting )

“Oh?” she’s testing to see just how oblivious she can make herself seem with just the one word. She did just make the simple act of jumping over a chain-link fence into far more of an acrobatic affair that it really had to be, but there’s no need to be obvious about why. “I wonder what you’re referring to.” A smug grin is easy to hide while making quick work of a chained door, its hinges giving way under the force of a swift kick. Another dark and decrepit building for them to explore, this time knowing the nature of the other. When darkness washes over them inside, Ebony immediately uses the cover of it to sneak around Lance.

“You seem prone to having dirty thoughts, Lance.” she chimes from behind him, close but careful not to touch. Her presence will have to do, the warmth of her breath on his neck as she stands on her tip-toes. It’s all carefully measured to avoid pissing off the creature he shares his thoughts with. It’s always watching, she knows that by now. “But don’t you know? The things you’re thinking of usually require getting cozy with each other.” Her voice moves down the dark hall along with the sound of her footsteps. They have flashlights, she just hasn’t bothered to turn hers on, quite at home in the darkness. “Not that I’m opposed to putting on a show every once in a while, but who is going to take care of me after, you know?” The sound of her boots on the gritty floor fades out all at once, then picks back up just beside him a few seconds later, as though she never left. Her flashlight clicks on and she smiles, wicked. “Never been one to come untouched.”

#demcnsinmymind #v; Open for business. {main} #★ Business is booming! { answered asks } #suggestive cw #i throw holy water on both of them #for once my icons being dark asf makes sense #maybe they explore abandoned buildings together for fun...

[ebonyforged]

@thornicidxs: "i told you i had it handled. you didn't have to bother." || PROMPTS FOR PEOPLE WHO AREN'T USED TO KINDNESS (accepting)

     "I'm on your side, you know?" It's a redundant comment, she couldn't even imagine ever being on opposing sides. "You don't have to advocate for your strength to me, I already know you're capable." So, if she's so thoroughly convinced of Crystal's ability to fend for herself, why did she rush to her side without a second thought? Oh, how she wishes she could hide behind the casual sexism the men in her novels default to when they refer to their heroine as a damsel in distress. The best Ebony can do is deflection.

     "Just thought. . . it would've been a shame if your outfit got all bloody. You look good today."

#later ebony will lay in bed thinking 'why didnt i tell her she looks good EVERY day!?' #r; Cheeks are rosy like a Boucher cherub. I'm a strawberry soda; raise my lashes to heaven. {Crystal Slevant} #★ business is booming! {answered asks} #v; open for business. {main} #thornicidxs

[ebonyforged]

@enztonov​: ❛  i can’t stop thinking about you.  ❜ coughs

Ebony doesn’t feel good about leaving Dmitri alone as much as she has been. After getting to America and getting somewhat settled, she did allow herself a few weeks of rest. She mostly spent time with Dmitri inside her modest new apartment or on the occasional outing, all with the goal of getting him acclimated and raising their spirits. Some things can’t be helped, like the weight of the discoveries they made and the ever-present worry for Dmitri’s son, but her keeping his mind occupied or helping him work through potential plans to contact Mikhail has seemed to help.

But the clock is ticking for her, something she finds increasingly hard to ignore. She wants to establish a new contract sooner rather than later, so she has started mingling with her ‘community’ again, trips that sometimes have her out of the apartment until deep into the night. What makes it even more difficult is the air between them recently. Friendly skinship has been leaving her feeling conflicted, their nights by the TV ending with her tucked under his arm more and more often.

Now, she hasn’t caught Dmitri awake in two days, with her being out during the day and him spending some time with Hopper. When she opens the door to the apartment she expects it to be dark, save for the lights she asked him to leave on for her. Instead, the place is brightly lit and Dmitri looks up at her from the couch.

“Burning the midnight oil?” she jokes, leaving her coat by the door and foregoing her usual stop by the fridge to greet him. What he says to her as she sits down next to him immediately throws her for a loop:

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

She’d be lying if she said that it doesn’t send her heart into a frenzy and bring some heat into her face. But it’s late, and she reminds herself not to jump to hasty conclusions. “Oh—” she tries to muster a comforting smile. “Worried about me? My work isn’t that dangerous.”

#feel free to chop the length in half on god #also why is she so stupid #shes blind to the obvious FR #enztonov #v; It’s time for some old-fashioned rebellion. {memories past} #★ Business is booming! { answered asks }

[ebonyforged]

@phantombs​​: ∗ 53﹕ sender  buys  receiver  a  drink  at  a  bar . || 100 nonverbal prompts (accepting)

“This is definitely the furthest I’ve been away from home.” In recent memory, that is. Limbo works in mysterious ways that she won’t ever bother to try and understand, and while she has known for a while that it can take her to places far away, this is an extreme she hadn’t considered. It should bother her more that there’s no guarantee she can open the same rift again to return home, but she’s far too gripped by the notion of trying new drinks. So she asks Cường to take her to a bar, whichever one he pleases, and to try not to get her too drunk. She’d like to remember the experience.

“You’re going to have to tell me about what you’re getting me. This is far too much fun for me to just down it.” 

#ebony just wants to try new alcoholic drinks i hate her #phantombs #v; Open for business. {main} #★ Business is booming! { answered asks }

[ebonyforged]

@apoapsis: "-- I have been meaning to thank you for being so patient with Siebren...! I-- I often try to avoid introducing him to others, as he, ah.... He tends to be relatively unpalatable-- in regards to Talon, at least... But that is also why I am... infinitely grateful that you would choose to be patient with him! You are so kind, Miss Ebony! I generally do not want others to be aware of him for a variety of reasons, but... I, ah... I really feel like I can trust you now, and seeing how polite you are with Siebren just proves it! It feels so good to have that worry off of my chest!" [sigma]

     'It's no problem!' That's what she would say if she were a little more polite and didn't know that Sigma knows better than to believe that crap. Siebren's sheer existence did take her off guard at first, but his personality is what she ( and anyone ) really struggled with. If not for her persistent nature and fondness for Sigma, she would probably have stopped trying some time ago. But she has reasons to want to stick around, to become at least tolerable to Siebren. Whether she has succeeded is unclear, but he doesn't kick her out, hasn't made any attempts on her life, and Sigma seems happy, so all's well.

     She smiles fondly at him, watches him express his gratitude like she would watch a kitten tangle itself in a ball of yarn. A lot of what he says feels embellished to her. There have been plenty of instances where she displayed a careful amount of defiance around Siebren. No matter, it's the thought that counts.

     "You're cute." Something she tells Sigma often, has considered saying to Siebren once but didn't commit to. "He's difficult, mean, too full of himself, and dangerous." She considers leaving a long silence, but doesn't out of mercy for Sigma's nerves. "But he's also smart, easy on the eyes, and he makes you happy. That's enough for me." If barely.

     With a vaguely wistful sigh, Ebony reaches out to catch Sigma's hand and lift it up her lips. She closes her eyes and mutters against his knuckles; "You're too good for us, Sigma."

#r; But with my head up in the clouds I can see so much ground — - {Sigma} #★ business is booming! { answered asks } #v; If I am to rule their wreckage sunk. {Empty Throne} #apoapsis #when you tolerate his rude husband bc u care him

[ebonyforged]

@riddlethat​: [ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 ] ―  sender notices something different about receiver ( injury / haircut / tattoo / piercing / etc ), but maybe she notices he dyed over/touched up his grays. || 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒 (accepting)  

     “Oh my god.” It’s the first time she looks at Eddie since walking into his office. Her mind has been moving a mile a minute, words barely keeping up to the train of thought that may be quickly derailed or replaced by another if she doesn’t everything out now. There is something about the necklace, something Mundus said to her seven years ago, and a recent lead in Eddie’s search that seems to have connected in her mind. She’s attempting to walk him through it while she paces all around him. On all accounts an important topic, yet entirely thrown to the wind when she lays her eyes on him on her way to emphasize her point.

     Between her tendency to fuss over him and the quiet midnight hours spent at his side, of course it’s the first thing she notices. Her hands hang awkwardly in the air where she was moving them about to grasp at straws. Her eyes flick between his hair, his eyes, and back to his hair again. Even if he’d been wearing his hat, she would still have noticed the lack of those grey little streaks right at his temples and down his neck. A new train on a new track chugs past multiple stations while she steps up to Eddie to inspect him closer. Has he done this before, while they’ve known each other? Is it a habit? Is he trying to look younger? Did he go to a hairdresser, or did he do it at home, with his sleeves rolled up in front of the sink and those crinkly little plastic gloves on, squeezing boxed hair dye onto his head? Does she like it?

     “You dyed your hair.” She says, finally and obviously. He does look younger, and he must have wanted to do it or it would never have happened, so — yes, she likes it, even though she really liked his hair before. “You look good.” She continues, while nodding as if to convince herself. Naturally, her hands end up in his hair on both sides, and she messes with it for a short while until a smile has come to her face and her cheekiness returns. “But if you’re trying to look younger for me, you really don’t have to worry, because I like you just fine, Eddie.”

#riddlethat #v; Open for business. {main} #★ Business is booming! { answered asks } #eddie tag pending

[ebonyforged]

@apoapsis: "... If you are going to continue to plague me with your presence, would it be too much to request you to fill my glass with fresh water from the faucet...?" It would seem he's... too sore to leave bed. [siebren]

     "Plague is such a nasty word." Ebony does her best to sound altogether indignant, but there's a particularly amused tone to her voice. These days she no longer visits with any presumptions on who she'll find, unsurprised when it's Siebren after days of Sigma or vice versa. This, however, is new. Seeing Siebren faced with the limits of his physical, very human body? She wouldn't miss it for the world.

     She does as asked, since he went out of his way to be half-decent about it. She could just leave the glass by his bedside and leave him be, but Ebony opts to sit down next to him on the bed instead and hold it up with two hands, as though she's willing to help him drink from it. He won't want that, surely, but she finds herself entertained by the idea of coddling Siebren.

     "You know, I give great massages." Most other times this would be a way for her to flirt ( maybe it still is, just a little bit ), but she seems genuine about it. She has some sympathy for his current state, and she's heard good things about her hands. "Not your neck, I know that. Maybe your legs? Where are you hurting?"

#r; And from up here you look like ants in a row. {Siebren de Kuiper} #v; If I am to rule their wreckage sunk. {Empty Throne} #★ business is booming! { answered asks } #apoapsis #siebren: you suck. ebony: oh thats so mean! :) here drink some water and let me massage your legs

[ebonyforged]

@demcnsinmymind​​:   [ WOUND ]:          upon noticing a recent injury on the receiver’s person, the sender carefully moves closer, running a thumb (or hand) across the wound in a gentle, troubled manner. || 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀. (accepting)

     God — she feels stupid, standing there, chest heaving and heat from exertion radiating off her, just to find that Lance is perfectly fine. That is, physically, though while there is no ache at the base of her neck indicating that he is feeling overly distressed emotionally, she can’t imagine he’s entirely pleased that Azatoth seems to have once again taken control.

     “What? One of you called for me, I thought something was wrong — damnit,  I ran here.” And naturally, Limbo is the avenue she chose to get to them as fast as possible. Unfortunately, convenient as it is to be able to traverse a world where gravity loses its meaning and there is no such thing pesky as traffic, she didn’t manage to make it out entirely unscathed. She should have immediately stopped and taken out the Pathos that was tailing her, instead of ignoring the creature and hoping to outrun it by the time she got here. Instead, it managed to nick her good with one is its nasty arrows, forcing her to stop and shoot it down anyway. If she’d acted sooner, instead of giving priority to what she now suspects was Azathoth’s call, she could have spared herself the long, shallow cut along her left cheekbone.

     She opens her mouth to say more, but chooses not to when Azathoth slowly draws nearer. Ebony waits for it to speak, yet all it does in the end is get right up into her space, close enough to lift one of his hands and run his thumb carefully along the mark on her face. The salt on Lance’s skin stings the fresh cut, and Ebony would brush it off if not for the odd look it’s projecting onto Lance’s face. Despite her body being warmed up from her lengthy sprint, a cold shiver runs down her spine.

     “What are you doing?”

#so post-contract im going with the idea that because they share a physical body #azzy and lance can both call for ebony #bc its more fun that way #i also figured azzy deserved some more time in the spotlight #who knows wtf its thinking... i dont; hopefully you do :^) #demcnsinmymind #★ Business is booming! { answered asks } #r; He's got a great big smile and cheekbones cut like knives but I know he's real ugly inside. {Azathoth}

[ebonyforged]

@demcnsinmymind: everyone sending ‘💋’ in my inbox gets a kiss from my muse. (accepting) but uno reverse

     She has half a mind to deliver a swift kick to one of Lance's shins with the toe of her boot when he kisses her. But her aim barely wavers, still hitting the Stygian in the chest as opposed to it head. She would mourn the loss of a satisfying kill if it weren't already the twenty or thirtieth one that day. They make great targets when teaching Lance, especially as they stay high and dry while the ground gets covered in blood down below.

     "You gettin' turned on by this or something?" Ebony mutters, shoving Lance back with a faint smirk so she can hand Ivory to him. "Didn't know murder was your thing, but I guess they are demons." Before he can swoop in for seconds, she grabs his chin to turn his attention back to their targets. "Kissing can wait for when you've actually hit one."

#demcnsinmymind #★ business is booming! {answered asks} #v; open for business. {main} #r; It's not unknown if I'm exploring it - I'm not crazy I'm just curious! {Lance Preston}

[ebonyforged]

@goldfanged: everyone sending ‘💋’ in my inbox gets a kiss from my muse. (accepting)

     It's been a while since she was last called away by such inconvenient timing.

     "Ah." Is all she says, straightening from her slouched position on the sofa like a cat that heard a bump in the night. But all is quiet, save for the shuffling of the demon shoving her feet into her boots.

     "I'm being summoned." she says simply, can't quite remember in the moment if she ever explained to Theo what that means. They're not in danger, but her Master's tug on her mind is insistent nonetheless. It may simply be companionship they're after. They could have just called. "Duty calls."

     Her duties aren't so pressing that she foregoes a proper goodbye, though. Bending down over where Theo is still comfortable on the couch, Ebony takes a hold of his chin to press a firm kiss just beside his lips. She lingers, hums against their skin, and pulls away with a dramatic 'mwah!'. Her cheap lipstick leaves a red stain that she neglects to mention before she's heading out the door.

     "Bye, wolfie. I'll call you!"

     The door barely closes before she's gone with a wisp of smoke.

#wolfie :) #goldfanged #r; oh come save me. with the dice in my hand i'll put the devil away. {theo} #v; open for business. {main} #★ business is booming! {answered asks}