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silver-orchid · 2 years

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his favorite look

♤ characters: suna rintaro/gn!reader (or so i tried...)

♤ notes: unprotected sex, creampie, sex at a semi-public space (if i have to tag anything else, please remind me) (minors dni)

changing room of inarizaki is empty by now, the boys' volleyball team practice having ended a while ago– save for the muffled noises coming from the back, the volume increasing with time.

suna rintarou has you pinned against the wall, your legs lifted and wrapped around him, squeezing him inside and out.

when suna invited you over to drop by their practice, he knew the two of you would end like that. with the way you've been looking at him, the eyes you've been giving him lately, it was as clear as day.

yet when you do come, and sit by the benches, eyes glued onto his sweaty form, veins popping out on his muscles, enough to see from your position, all you can do is to stare at him, mouth fallen with an expression suna would've described as 'drooling'.

you'd probably lightly punch him for it, but not after right now, no. not when you have your mouth slack open again, drool coming from one side, incohorent mumblings leaving your lips every once in a while.

suna loves the way you look at him on a daily basis but perhaps this is his favorite one yet. the absolutely fucked out expression painted on your face, eyes blank and hazy from pleasure, from the pleasure he is providing you with how deep he is inside you. hips at a constant work, building you up at a pace not quite slow but has you begging 'faster' and 'more'.

the cold, hard surface of the wall is lost to your senses by now. everything is lost, except for the way rin has you hoisted up, pressing against you until there is not even the smallest of space left, his lenght dragging in and out of you– if it wasn't for snapping his hips back into you, he'd not pull out, not even in the slightest at all.

with each snap of his hips, you feel warmer, a fire in the pit of your stomach slowly growing, and rin managing to hit just the right spot every single time, all you can muster is him.

with what's left of a willpower inside of you, you try to lean into him for a kiss, only to miss his lips by an inch. smirking at your flushed form, not even able to kiss him right, he crashes his lips to yours. rin kisses you hard, biting at your lips again and again; yet you don't even have it in you to kiss him back with the same fervor anymore, too out of it to respond back.

noticing this, he lets out a chuckle. oh how lovely you look for him, so fucked out you cannot even match his kisses anymore, though it is you who wanted it in the first place.

tightening his hold on you, he picks up his pace.

to which you can only react with your face falling onto his shoulder, with all the energy left inside of you, you start nibbling at his his skin, gently biting with your teeth. the salty taste of sweat mixed with your saliva, soon your nibbling reaches its end as well.

soon suna can feel your breathing hitching, your nails digging into his skin and you tightening around him, as if you don't want him to leave just yet. he loves how even your body wants more and more of him, never satisfied, always begging for more, a little harder, a little faster, for a little longer.

your whimpers and moans, though muffled by his shoulder, still feel heavenly to his ears. and the way you say his name like a plea, like a prayer, like he is your everything, your god in that moment– he soon finds himself reaching his high.

slamming with his entire weight back into you, his movements start to get erratic. your body desperately clingling to his, his name still spilled out of your lips like honey: 'rin, rin, rin...' he can feel your body contracting and your muscles spasming. he loves how you start to shake from pleasure for him– at his hands, with his dick inside of you, his mouth all over you; so intoxicating, really, if it was up to him, he would fuck you all day long, over and over again, your whines and filthy pleas music to his ears, tasting you until you cannot cum anymore, filling you up until his cum leaking out of you...

his face finds itself by the crook of your neck, biting down at your flushed skin.

'rin... please...' your words come out barely.

with another thrust, he brings his lips to your ear, 'go on baby, come for me.'

gripping onto his form, you let go, feeling yourself reach your orgasm, squeezing your eyes shut and tightening your legs around him. a second or so later, you hear him let out a grunt by your ear, whispering a '...fuck' and feeling him come inside you; yet contunuing to thrust, though his movements have gotten sloppy by now, prolonging his orgasm.

as the two of you slowly catch your breath, he still has you held by the wall. raising his head to meet your eyes, he leans in for another kiss, his tongue quickly entering your mouth.

by the time you can feel your breath returning to normal, he rests his forehead against yours with a small smile tugging at his bruised lips.

'you should join our practices more often.'

you let out a laugh at his words. 'yeah and not be able to walk back home? no, thank you.'

eyeing on the hickeys he left on your body, he raises a brow at your words, humming as if considering his options. 'guess i'll just have to carry you starting from now.' 'rin, no!' you're quick to respond, but the grin on your face exposes you.

'well then, should we get going?' he offers after a moment and a pout appears on your face quickly. eyes cast low, you murmur a 'don't pull out just yet.'

and who is he to deny when you request so sweetly like that?

leaning once again to your neck and the spot right under your ear, he starts biting at your skin slowly: 'don't come crying and blaming me when you can't walk tomorrow.'

#I was shadowbanned so idk if u can even see this but #AAAAAAAAL #LOVELYLYLYL #not genshin

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silver-orchid · 2 years

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happy heizou reveal to all anemo stans!

#I feel so much for his fanaet #But so little for him

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silver-orchid · 2 years

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Oh I've definitely been shadowbanned

Is it possible I've been shadowbanned already 🤔🤔

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Is it possible I've been shadowbanned already 🤔🤔

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silver-orchid · 2 years

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WHAT A PRETTY MOUTH YOU HAVE, HONEY.

pairing: yan! ayato x reader word count: 1.8k warnings: ayato uses his fan on you, calls you a weapon, nudity, suggestive, implied dub-con (?), slight dumbification, he mentions the birds with cut tongues again, reader was a spy, plot then smut, implied ayato took your virginity, marking, cumming inside, gn! reader (wearing pants) , uses 'slut' once, can be both modern au and canon.

everyone says that humans stay alive for their dreams and how they serve as a saving grace above all else. yet, to you - they were the very thing that made you a victim of circumstance. no, rather, made you a victim of his love.

dreams as saving grace? dreams as a saviour? dreams as the only good thing to keep you going? such bullshit. it almost seems that your past naive self was vulgar in the way you decided to sacrifice everything for them.

'i will be the best at what i do.' 'i will be of use to you.' 'i will leave my friends and family behind. i will sell my skills. i will prove just how useful i am.'

bullshit again.

your days of being useful in the sense your dreams dictated have all been washed away and withered down. the only thing you're useful for now, it seems, is keeping ayato's bed warm and accompanying him to these wretched dinner parties.

you hate them from the bottom of your soul. they are the place where everything began 4 years ago.

you left your hometown and arrived to inazuma just so that you could prove your worth. to prove that your dreams were not some idyllic fantasy incapable of supporting you. and, you got lucky. it never really mattered what kind of circle you belonged to - as long as your goal was achieved you would work for them.

and those fools used you. they told you to go to a dinner party and obtain intel on someone named ayato kamisato. they lied about how important he was and just how dangerous.

when you sat across from him at that table, you knew that he had a magnetic pull; knew that his eyes only meant mischief as they kept trailing down your body. and then he would shamelessly gazing into your eyes as if he knew just what you were sent there to do.

saying that he was a dangerous man would be good enough intel, right? except, you never made it back to those employers.

ayato decided then and there to keep you with him. you can appreciate his initial methods.

he did not trap you, no. he did not take you away. he watched you walk across eggshells that night and found it entertaining enough to grab a hold of your wrist and whisper into your ear: 'you are not fooling me, honey. you never could. but, you have enough potential that i am willing to pay for your services.'

so, that night, with a magnetic pull and a hand around your wrist - you left for his estate.

your services? ayato did not reveal his true plans for you that night. he didn't even touch you. for a year, for a full fucking year, ayato made you dance around his words, guidance and commands to become a part of the shuumatsuban.

the biggest collection of his weapons, and you were one of them.

when he promoted you, he invited you for some tea and you remember the words he said that night very clearly.

'your target this time is old man kujou. he capitalised on a golden opportunity to create a most formidable weapon indeed. the only flaw in his plan being, he is now no longer able to wield the weapon of his creation. and i want you to give me more intel about that very weapon.'

you never asked ayato why he did something but that mission was the one which solidified his obsession with you. if you were able to complete it (as you did unfortunately), you would prove to be a weapon inside his personal arsenal. one closest to him - one he could wield possessively, only to do his bargaining.'

you wished you failed it. you really do. because the mission following was only a farce. leave it to him to be so patient, so calculating and so sadistic that he lulls you into a false sense of security.

by that time you achieved your dreams. you proved your worth. but ayato told you it was time for your most important mission yet.

people were beginning to talk too much, he said. birds that had pretty tongues could gossip and ruin the balance, he said. oh how you hate the damn story of birds that had their tongue cut. he makes sure to remind you of it occasionally even now.

but this time, the tongues were talking about him. they were saying he was inadequate. without true principle. he was getting older and he did not have a real family. ayato should have been ashamed.

' you know how important social opinion is in inazuma right? your next mission is to trick them all with me. you need to marry me, after a while we can get a divorce since this is only a temporary matter.'

it was not a question, and it certainly wasn't something you could turn down. it was a command from your superior, and you had heard enough stories about those that went against him.

he lied about leaving you an exit. he lied about divorce being an option. on your wedding day, ayato finally lost all his patience (he had built it for three years after all) and he took everything from you. your dreams, hopes, virginity and your so-called worth.

if your superior said you were no longer allowed to be a part of the shuumatsuban, what else was left?

you were his spouse now, that meant you are even more useful than before. this was his justification. but to you? it meant nothing. absolutely nothing.

and its humiliating. standing here, in the same room, four years later since the initial meeting. it feels like you never moved at all, it feels like you were standing in place unaware of webs being wrapped around your body.

ayato's shadow was already all over you from the first time he looked at you - and you never stepped out of its grasp. his hold was firm and if you learned anything form working under him, it was that nobody could escape him.

you've tried. and failed. countless times. his punishments were never 'harsh' as a response. instead of beating you, he would laugh at you. ask you to tell him every detail of this so called 'bullet-proof' plan you had. then, he would call you 'honey' or 'darling' with a taunting sweet voice before he decided how many times to fill you up that day and how many marks to leave on your body.

it was a sick and twisted cycle really. you were allowed, and even expected, to behave as everyone else. but you were never allowed to go against him and his wishes.

while he chats with his business partners as his possessive hand wraps around your waist - you think of these things. it is impossible not to.

"ah, seeing how much the two of you love one another really makes me believe the silly tales i heard as a kid."

how dare this lowlife change the topic to that? how dare he look at you and say such a thing?

but, these are the few chances you have to get back at ayato. even if they don't amount to much.

"you are absolutely right. i love sir kamisato here so much I'm willing to say some higher power is forcing me to do so. like i'm not given a choice.'

and you laugh as you say it, the lowlife does too. ayato uses the methodical fake laughter you're familiar with but you know that you touched a nerve by the way his hold tightens.

that night, you leave the party earlier than him by saying that you are tired. you don't notify ayato of it, and you don't plan on escaping since it is futile - but this is also a way you to have some power left.

you are hoping to find peace for at least an hour until he returns from the party; but the way he toys with impatience still manages to surprise you. even after all this time. ayato is home by the time you start to take your clothes off. to think that he was so upset he would leave earlier. when his footsteps get closer to the door; you look at yourself in the mirror - trying to convince your own soul that there is still some power, that you are not a ghost of shattered dreams.

you can hear him enter but you're hoping that by carrying on the mundane task of undressing yourself - he forgets about what happened. or, he ignores it at least.

"would you like to explain your behaviour tonight?"

he is not letting it go. but those were just masqueraded words on your part. he likes it when you play dumb, so thats the tactic you employ as you take off your pants.

"what do you mean?"

you can see the way ayato's jaw tightens. you can see him in the mirror as he approaches you. you've touched one more nerve. ayato stands behind you and you try to ignore it. he is too close, his scent is overwhelming and you worry about the uncertainty he plays with as he watches the mirror.

but, when you feel his closed fan slowly move up your thigh, you know thats what you should be focusing on instead.

in a taunting voice, that somehow still remains silvery smooth even when his fan rides up against your underwear, ayato uses words as his punishment of choice.

"you're deciding to play dumb now i see." a pause before he wraps his other hand around your waist. "why couldn't you put on that dumb slutty act at dinner tonight instead?"

ayato is still looking at your reflection in the mirror. you can feel how much enjoyment he gets out of it all. he takes the fan away from your thighs and you think that would be the extend it. but then he taps your cheek twice with it and you already know what that means.

when ayato taps your cheek twice - he wants you to open your mouth. remembering how many nerves you've touched tonight, you do it.

in that moment ayato lets his fan drop down onto the floor. even if you did what he wanted, he roughly grabs your face with his left hand.

"you have such a pretty mouth, honey. such a pretty tongue too."

while still holding you like that, he slides in two fingers from his right hand past your lips. from the way he immediately presses down on your tongue, you know that you've messed up beyond what you imagined.

"have i ever told you that?"

he has. so, maybe by reflex or instinct, you let out a small moan as ayato starts to press down harder. you start to suck on his fingers, hoping that he would be gentler. but all he does is push you against the mirror instead.

"you said i don't give you enough choices, didn't you? would you prefer me to fuck you like this against the mirror so that you too can see it? or, do you want me to fill you up on the floor? take your pick."

the bed is right there, you think. but, because of not holding back your tongue, all he gives are two uncomfortable choices.

as his hands make quick work of his belt, you remember how ayato only likes to pretend he gives you some power. you lost it all the night you agreed to leave with him.

a/n: sir kamisato i am available whenever you may need!! jokes aside, i love this man. the biggest torture about being with him is that while you live an afterimage of a normal life - you are never truly free. to me yanderes who tie you up and never let you see the sun are way easier to deal with cus they don't dangle pretend freedom in your face every single day.

still love ayato tho hit me up sir! on my phone, through the mail, with a pidgeon or through the microwave!!

#icymi #I like to think I popped off with this one #Queue

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