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Imagine- Drabble whatever u wanna call it- tw: smut just pure smut.

He’s stoking the fire in front of you guys, you rented a cabin for a weekend away up in the mountains. You’re straddling his lap while he’s sitting on the couch.

“really invested in this fire, huh?” You ask him, it coming out needier than you intended.

I mean, giving away those thigh highs and that little black skirt with your cute little tank top? Why wouldn’t he wanna fuck you on the spot?

“You like this attention, don’t you?” He says, his voice low and husky with desire. His hands are gripping your hips possessively, keeping you in place. A smirk appears on those perfect lips of yours.

“Only when it comes to you babe.” You were so fucking cute when you asked him questions in that tone, his erection already growing, rubbing against your throbbing, albeit clothed, clit needed desperate attention. A small groan of satisfaction comes from his lips, “I’m all yours babe.” You whisper in his ear, smirking against his earlobe, your back softly arching.

“Say it again.”

“I’m yours. Only yours.”

“Prove it. Take what’s yours then. I want to feel you against me.”

His hands make quick work of your flimsy little tank top and your skirt, making you yelp in surprise.

“Damn sweetheart, all this for me?” He asks, ogling the lady black bra and panties your in, paired with the knee socks, oh you won’t be walking for the next week. And you knew it.

He makes quick work of getting off the couch carefully placing you on his bed, “get on your hands and knees.” You’re cute little cheeks flush in desire and anticipation, making your pussy tighten around nothing. You know what he’s gonna do.

And he does. Quickly yanking down your panties and pushing your back down onto the mattress, muffling your little whimpers and gasps. “God- look what you did princess. Tsk.” He tuts, yanking down his own sweatpants, freeing his angry erection, already leaking out precum. And your throat goes dry at the sight of it.

His thrusts two fingers inside of your tight cunt, pumping them in and out at a fast pace, making you moan and cry out in ecstasy. “So wet, so pretty.” He muses, before pulling his fingers out abruptly, making you whine in protest. Without warning, he slams his cock into you, hard and deep. Making you cry out in pain and pleasure, he leisurely fucks you from behind like it’s a routine he’s done for years.

“What’d ya think what would happen princess? Lookin at me like that, with those eyes and that cute little slutty outfit, all hot and bothered, just waited for me to fuck you, huh princess?”

He groans at your tight pussy, setting a brutal pace, pounding you from behind hard and fast, kissing the tip of your cervix, making your back arch in pleasure, “f-fuck!” You cry out, tears of ecstasy rolling down your pretty face, making him fuck you even deeper, reveling in the way you come around him, screaming his name and your back arching in pleasure every time he hits that sweet spot.

“Like the way I fuck you- huh princess?” He groans in pleasure, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling your head back, making you yelp out and moan at the way he’s fucking you perfectly.

“What was that? didn’t hear you the f-first time.” He asks you mockingly, just wanting to hear your cute little moans over and over, making you pant and moan like a slut. “You’re so f-fucking hot baby.” He shudders, eyes rolling back and his pace increasing, chasing his own release.

“Hphm! C-cumming!” You cry out, your back arching. His grip on your hair is still firm, pulling your head back and whispering in your ear, “Yeah baby? Cum for me.”

You come around him hard and fast, seeing stars as he fucks you relentlessly, coming just seconds after you.

A loud moan escapes his lips, slamming into your pretty little ass one more time, before releasing his grip on your hair, “ready for round two princess?” He whispers low and husky in your ear.

It’s gonna be a long night for you. And a good one too

I DUNNO WHAT TO WRITE- HELP?!

Hello, I really liked your fate story of Cuu Lancer. Can I ask for another one from cuu worried lancer x strong and reckless teacher please ah yes with romance please

Sure pookie😘

“Little lady”

Prompt- Cú’s your servant in the war- and your his master, your headstrong and ambitious demeanor can sometimes worry him, so he feels like he always has to keep an eye out for you so you don’t get into trouble, but he’s not complaining- especially when it comes to you. 😘

Warnings- none really, just fluff and a lil suggestiveness. 🩵💙

You were in the kitchen attempting to make food- but it was a little hard because of your wrist. After the battle with caster, you and Lancer came out mostly unscathed, spare for your wrist. It was just sprained, but still it irritated you.

And your insistent flirty lancer servant won’t drop the subject. 🤭

“C’mon little lady, just relax on the couch and maybe I can make you feel any better?” He asks you, creeping up on you from behind and carefully guiding your injured wrist to the seasoning cabinet.

“Cú, I’m fine.” You huff out, annoyed with him. But secretly you love when he’s concerned for you. It’s so cute.

He rolls his eyes and scoffs, backing off of you and leaning against the counter, his hands resting on the edge of it

“Oh c’mon pretty lady- you aren’t usually this feisty.” He says with a cocky smirk, making you roll your eyes and suppress a grin from forming on your face. His smile really is infectious. And it’s annoying.

“It’s because of my wrist. Look,” you pause, holding up your sprained wrist, resting in a makeshift sling. “Now I look like a gay person.” You relax your wrist and let it drop.

“See?” You ask him, holding up your hand,

He narrows his eyes playfully at you, mischief glinting in those red eyes of his.

“Hm, so maybe you need more help.” He smirks down at you, gently moving you to the side and helping you make your lunch, despite your protests.

“Stop pretending you don’t like my attention, you clearly do. And I like haven’t a pretty lady like you as my master, so sit there and look pretty, ‘Kay?” He says, more an order than a question.

“-Uh!” You say surprised- looking at him, not expecting the compliment, you obliged nonetheless and sit down on the big kitchen counter next to him.

“Oh? Now you’re moving closer huh?” He whispers in your ear, making you blush furiously and you poke his head away and point at the stove where he’s currently cooking for you.

“Yep. Wanted to make sure you’re doing it right.” You quip, coming out more sarcastically than intended.

“I can do a lot of other things right, especially activities involving a bed.” He winks at you, teasing you.

This damn man.

“Keep dreaming lover boy.”