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honeydazai · 1 year

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୨୧·࣭࣪̇˖ 𝆬 ꜰɪʟᴍɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ ꜱᴇx ᴛᴀᴘᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ 𝆬 𓏸

feat.: Dazai, Chūya, Fyodor, Nikolai, Sigma, Mushitarō, Jōno, Tetchō, Tachihara

❥ content: f!reader, nsfw, filming/photographing during sex, (rough) oral sex (giving and receiving), facials, degradation, possessiveness, breeding, outdoor sex, mild spanking

❥ this was commissioned by beloved @queenquixotic yippiiie i love you sm thank you again!!! 💜

The second you bring the idea up to DAZAI, he's honestly all for it. Really, who's he to complain when you want to film parts of your sex life? He's absolutely unashamed, too; no kink is too wild for him to capture on camera, no position is too revealing. His absolute favourite, however, is whenever he gets to hold the phone you're recording with, tilted downwards to get a good angle at you — first with your pretty lips wrapped around his dick, then with your face covered in his cum.

It'd be a relief if he knew when to stop running his mouth — or, well, at least that's what you tell yourself; the way your cunt's dripping wet between your thighs while his cum drips down the bridge of your nose tells another story.

“That's a nice shot, bella; my, you're so photogenic. Just look up — that's right, good girl. Now, why don't you lie down and spread those legs for me, hm? I need to get on camera just how wet you are already.”

While CHŪYA doesn't mind the idea — he has to admit he thinks of it as hot, even —, his cheeks still flush with heat when he nods, agreeing. Even though the mere thought flusters him, he doesn't hesitate to lie down between your legs, pushing your thighs apart with calloused fingers digging into soft skin and, really; by then, he cares more about your pretty cunt rather than the camera still recording you both.

You're all but mewling by the time his tongue flattens against your wet folds, struggling to hold onto your phone until, eventually, he's quick to put it down on the nightstand so you're able to grab red hair between your fingers. He knows just how to make you arch your back off the mattress and, hah, he already knows that's going to make for a nice shot. When he eventually pulls back, his lips curl into a smirk, saliva and your arousal alike dripping down his chin as he briefly gazes at the camera and, well — he wouldn't mind you returning the favour.

“You're so pretty, babe. Especially when you fall apart because of my tongue so easily. Hah, now, what do you think will be a better shot; you sucking me off or should I bend ya over and fuck you properly? Hm, baby?”

FYODOR's views certainly are rather traditional. It takes a lot of begging to convince him of your idea in the first place, though he mostly just means to tease you by denying you for so long. As long as the video stays between the two of you only, and he'll make sure that it will, he doesn't mind it. But, unfortunately, he's also a busy man, meaning he won't see it as necessary to move from in front of his many monitors to basically create pornography with you.

You're stuck warming his cock until he decides he's done and, well, a longer wait does make for a better reward, does it not? Unbeknownst to you, the camera's already on, watching the way you squirm and whimper in his lap. Later, he's got you in a mating press with the intent to fill you up, to breed you, and your cheeks flush with embarrassment when he angles the camera just so to film the way his cum drips out of your cunt.

“My, my, what a mess you are making, dear. The camera is going to record it all, remember? Perhaps you should clench some more. If you don't manage to keep it inside, though, I will just have to help you, hm? We did buy toys just for this occasion, after all.”

You don't seriously believe that NIKOLAI will be anything but overjoyed at your idea, now do you? He's scrambling to get a camera before you're able to elaborate and, a mere thirty minutes later, you're on your knees, your clothing strewn across the floor, your hands pushing your own tits together while his dick thrusts in between them. Your skin glistens with precum, and it's an absolutely perfect picture when you, albeit a little hesitantly, stick your tongue out to give a kitten lick to his tip. He's all too glad he's got that on camera forever.

His gleeful chuckles and giggles are only interrupted by the occasional moan when you squeeze tighter and, honestly, you can't help but squirm in place in need, your own arousal covering your inner thighs by now. For a moment, you're tempted to sneak a hand between your own legs, the thought of rubbing your throbbing clit tempting, but you're all too sure Nikolai has something planned for you already. Perhaps it'll even involve the video; an idea like fucking you properly while you're watching this exact moment on video is rather likely.

“Ah, look at you, look at you; you're so eager, hm? That's so cute. Come on, stick your tongue out again, yeah? I'll come soon, 'm close already, dove; want me to do it on your face or tits, hm? What's gonna show up nicer on camera, what do you think?”

There are no words to describe properly just how flustered the idea alone causes SIGMA to feel, though, well — he's never been good at denying you anything. While it takes a bit of convincing for him to prop up a camera the next time you're getting intimate with each other, he doesn't even seem to remember it by the time he sinks into you, your tight heat squeezing his dick so well he forgets everything but your name, which falls from his lips all too often.

Despite not actively trying, lewd moans and barely coherent strings of praise leave his mouth when he sets a slow but steady rhythm, his narrow hips slapping against your plush ones. He's putting on a show without even meaning to, the camera recording his every passionate thrust, his hair plastered to his forehead with sweat until he eventually comes inside of you, panting. If you ever want to watch the video with him, his cheeks flush pink the moment you press 'play'.

“Ah—, you're so tight, God; you always feel heavenly when you're around me. And—, hah, you're so pretty, too. Absolutely breathtaking, and—, ah, and you're all mine, yes? Say it, please. Say you're mine, just like I'm yours.”

Even though MUSHITARŌ is awfully embarrassed by your idea — he's blushing and sputtering, feeling offended and flattered alike —, he's all too easily convinced when you sink down onto his lap, your smile all too confident. The red light on the camera is on, indicating it's recording already, and he's all too aware of it, though he suddenly finds it difficult to focus on anything but you when your wet heat sinks down on his, notably already hard, dick.

He's left utterly defenseless; really, what can he do but moan and whimper when you all but bounce on his lap, his hands uselessly squeezing your hips, his eyebrows drawn together and eyes squeezed shut? You're all too good at this and you both know it; even though all eloquence leaves him when your wet walls pulse around his dick, everything necessary is conversed through high-pitched mewls and whines — both yours and his. In the end he might be too shy to ever watch the video with you.. though you might just be able to convince him otherwise.

“God, ah, that's good, please, don't stop, dear, I'm close already, so close. May I—, fuck, may I come inside? You feel so good, so good around me, ah, hot and tight and—, please—”

JŌNO's smile is awfully smug when you first meekly voice your idea, but, really, who is he to deny you? He doesn't mind it at all when you prop your phone up to get a good angle of your side profile before sinking down onto your knees and closing your lips around his cock, gently sucking on the tip before sinking down further.

If you believe he's kind about your depravity, however, you're thoroughly mistaken; demeaning and teasing words leave his mouth with such ease that it seems like you're barely sucking him off at all. His hand finds it's way into your hair, grabbing at soft strands and pulling you closer until your gag reflex kicks in, tears welling up in your eyes and whimpers falling from spit-slicked lips.

“What a terribly lewd idea you had, love. Ah, but the aspect of me filming you in such a situation seems to quite excite you, hm? You're so eager today. Careful, now; you'll end up choking, and I did say I won't let you come if you have to pull off, did I not?”

Honestly, TETCHŌ merely shrugs when you propose the idea to him. He doesn't care that much either way; if you're interested in that, he's fine with it. He's not the kind to put on some act while on camera, though, luckily, you don't want him to, either — it works perfectly fine when you both moan when, finally, he sinks inside of you after bending you over the closest flat surface; in your current case, the dinner table.

Rough grunts and raspy groans leave his mouth when he thrusts into you, his pace so hard you're afraid the table's going to crash underneath you, and you wouldn't be able to stifle your high-pitched whines even if you tried to. Dirty talk isn't something he bothers with too much; if anything, he moans about how good you feel when you clench so tightly around him and, occasionally, he snickers as you flinch when his hand comes down hard on your ass.

“Fuck, that's good. You're so damn tight, feels fuckin' heavenly. Ah—, God. Hah, can't wait to see what you look like on video. Can't be better than the real thing for sure.”

TACHIHARA's eyebrows raise in surprise when you tell him what exactly you'd like to try, though, as long as the video stays between the two of you, he himself is surprised to find that he doesn't mind it at all. The first time you do it after you've suggested it isn't planned; he simply grabs his phone from his pocket after pushing you against a wall, camera angled just right so that it gets a good shot of the way your pussy clenches around his dick while he thrusts into you almost erratically.

The sound of skin slapping against skin, paired with lewd squelching noises, makes your cheeks flush with heat, and you're only grateful that he's focused on recording your cunt rather than your face. You're biting down on your bottom lip, trying hard to stifle your moans and mewls given how you're still in public, but, really, your voice is still heard loud and clear on the video, as are his own raspy groans. The video is blurry, really, but you both enjoy watching it afterwards, especially when his hand sneaks underneath your shirt again.

“Fuck—, fuck, you're so damn tight. God, you feel so good around me. Hah, we gotta be quiet, huh? Would suck to be caught like this. We're in public, after all, baby. Though, well—, I do love the way your voice sounds. Kinda wanna get it on video.”

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kujiba · 30 days

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#⎯May the land conceal you, dear grace

୨୧ — ꒰ gn!reader | they/them prounouns | Sagau | cultish behavior

୨୧ — ꒰a/n; I made this at like 2 am so ik this is crappy

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Part one of two

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AN HUMAN BEING - walked through the corridors of their apartment with a bag full of groceries on their hands. They have just finished running errands and now can finally take a rest after a busy day.

Approaching their apartment door. They took out their keys and inserted it into the key hold, stepping foot into their apartment room. They then started to take off their shoes and placed them near the door.

Putting the groceries aside and sitting carefully on their bed; they layed their head onto the soft pillow to rest. Sighing heavily, they turned their body to the side and reached down in their bag to get their phone, they opened the familiar famous mascot in genshin impact and got greeted with a bright light from their screen

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The land of freedom lived up to it's name as ever, as the sounds of livelyness echoed through the place, a bard can be found in the town square playing melodies that blessed anyones ears who would hear it.

Laughs and joy can be found after stormterror's attack has been finally put to a stop by a famous traveler. The familiar blonde hair boy walked through the roads of freedom being greeted with smiles and commissions.

"Ad astra-"

"We'll take the rewards now, thanks!" a flying fairy next to the Traveler said to a woman standing beside the counter

The Traveler reached his arm out to claim the rewards from the woman, but then after he gotten his rewards. A familiar brunette greeted them from behind

"Hey traveler and paimon!"

The brunette said giving them the warmest smile

"Oh hey amber! What's up?"

The familiar brunettes name being revealed to be Amber gave a small smile at paimons words putting her hands onto her hips

"Hehe, Nothing much really. After stormterror's attacks was finally put to a stop. Mondstadt has been more peaceful lately! I was just about to head out to clear hilichurl camps till I noticed the two of you"

Paimon nodded at Amber's words "Thats great to hear! The Traveler and paimon really became a hot topic around mondstadt today too!" Paimon said smiling gleefully "The Traveler and Paimon don't have much to do for today, Mind if we join you amber?"

Amber nodded "Sure! I mean I totally could deal with the camps myself but with the two of you it would be much quicker!" Amber said giggling a bit "No time to lose! If you're ready let's go"

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While walking (more like jogging) to the hilihurl camps Paimon decided to open up a conversation with Amber about something she's been thinking off.

"Hey amber, now that paimon thinks about it.. Who is this ' grace' person? Paimons been hearing alot about them recently!"

Amber looked at them both confused stopping in the middle of the forest to put her index finger on her chin. "You don't know our grace? Huh, I was sure you'd atleast get some information on them considering you guys been staying here in mondstat for, Quite some time."

Paimon then putted both of her index fingers in a X position denying the accusation of amber; Amber sighed playfully before facing them again with a small smile, "I don't blame you, people have been trying to cover up our grace after the incident. And I can't expect much after you've all been so busy being the honorary knight and hero's of mondstat!"

Amber then pointed up one of her fingers looking side to side before facing them again like a tutor. "hehehe, Well our grace is a bestwoned God who created Teyvat!"

Paimons eyes widened open hearing such a God making her flip back a little; on the other hand, Aether suddenly got more interested in this Teyvats God; 'maybe they know something about his sister that might make them reunite'

"huwaah!? Now that's some powerful God right there!" paimon said together with facing the Traveler; "Now that paimon thinks of it, don't you think this God has knowledge about your sister? I mean they did create Teyvat so surely they know something about your missing sister!" Paimon then turned to amber to ask questions about this Teyvats god

"Anywho, Do you know other things about this God amber? Or the story of them?"

Amber smiled softly at paimon, furthermore explaining to them what the story of their grace was.

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Long ago when Teyvat was still in production, a ruler was made just for the producing nation; the God was perfect in Teyvats eyes. They were kind, powerful, beautiful. The archons worshipped their grace with all their love, blood, and tears.

They thought Teyvat was perfect for their grace, that they had everything that they ever wished for... So why......

Why did they disappear?

Filled with grief Teyvat slowly started to become chaos, and thus, the archon war started. All of Teyvat overthought it, some accepted it thinking their grace wanted Teyvat to be independent. Some thought they had done something crucially wrong to make their grace disappear. Long many wanted to forget but they couldn't. So they went to the option of worshiping, surely you will comeback? They will be better they promise! But that day never came...

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"Or at least that's what I know from what I read from books!"

Amber said putting both her hands on her hips and having a shining presence around her; Looking back, Aether started to piece together the background of Teyvats god. but it all led to a dead end.

The trio finally arrived at the hilihurl camps, amber was readying her bow and baron bunny while paimon just was at the sidelines for emotional support.

Aether meanwhile, was readying his sword when he felt a short voltage in his body the same feeling when he was always readying to fight; it was warm, like you're sleeping in the clouds with a fireplace near you to keep you warm. It felt so comforting; And in a blink of an eye the hilihurl camps were now gone.

Panting, Amber started to walk back where the duo was to check on them

"Wooh! Nothing out rider Amber can't handle!" Amber proudly exclaimed while Aether only looked at the grass.

He was so out of it that he started to lose focus on his surroundings but then another sudden jolt wakend him up.

He was cut off with his day dreaming when paimon was shaking him roughly to snap him out of it. "Hey.. Hey! Oh thank archons your caught out of your daze! Paimon thought you were possesed"

Paimon exclaimed putting both her hands on her hips looking like an angry mom; Aether rubbed the back of his neck apologetically "sorry.. paimon, I was just caught on something." Aether said looking at the sky thinking about the story amber said to them earlier whilst squinting his eyes.

"Teyvats God.."

"Hey wait a minute! There wasn't treasure at all here amber!"

"Whoops! Maybe I can treat you guys with some food at good hunters?"

"Hmph!"

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Looking at the final hilihurl that faded away onto your screen; you stretched your arms wide and exited out of the game, it's been 3 hours? Four? Doesn't matter. Putting your phone aside and readying yourself to bed; you failed to notice your phone lighting up and displaying the seven elements of Teyvat, all of them lighting up to their prestige colors.

Making a one final stretch to your arms before going back to bed, and tucking yourself in, slowly closing your eyes...

Fluttering your eyes a bit, you suddenly felt like you were falling. Just like those dreams you've had but the thing is; you didn't land. You kept falling with no end to the nightmare, you tried to move but your body didn't respond, as if you were paralyzed.. starting to feel hopeless, You closed your eyes waiting for it to end and just wake back up from your bed; That was until you felt something grab your throat and drag you to the deepest bottom.

You were panicking, Why was this happening to you!? You couldn't open your eyes too even see what was happening, Your breathing was running out, pressure from the hand that grabbed you started to hurt and sting, you felt closer and closer to the ground and that's when-

Warmth .. You felt warmth; you previously were falling to your eternal doom thinking there is no way out of the panic and dread in your body But now.. You felt...

Kinda itchy.

It feels like your getting softly stabbed by something like grass; slowly opening your eyes you found yourself in a grassy pit with a beautiful scenery, hearing something close by; you turned your head around too see a small anemo slime watching over you. The anemo slime just squirmed and fled away to another direction.

you put both of your hands onto your face, hands trembling and face looking petrified; "What kind of drugs did I ate..." refusing to believe this is real you started to desperately pinch your self, and to your horror. It hurted.

Still refusing to believe this is real even tho there are plenty of evidence this is infact happening. You Stood up dusting off the remaining dirt in your clothes; you were amazed by the beautiful scenery that was upon you, it felt so familiar...

you see not too far by, a woman dress up in adventurer clothing who was cooking something at a fireplace, curiosity took in and you start to walk to the lady planning to also ask her questions about this place, hoping she does have answers.

"Uhm.. Excuse me" you said lightly tapping the woman's shoulder to make her look at you

The woman turned around to you following, with a smile "Oh uhm yes hello! What is it that you need?"

Going like you planned you started to ask her questions about this place, over time you learned that her name was Lynn it felt familiar to you-... Wait a sec...

After she was done explaining you thanked her while Lynn also handed out some food onto you. Walking around the clear and vast area you quickly learned where you were at now.

You were at the city of freedom it's self..

#genshin #genshin impact #reincarnation #genshin impact x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #genshin impact sagau #genshin sagau #sagau #first post #genshin fanfic #god reader #genshin au #shit post

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dxstopiaa · 10 months

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Hello! Your an amazing writer lol, but could I request anemo boys with a reader who's really anxious about people and just about everyone in general. The reader can be female or gn ^^

characters: xiao, kazuha, heizou, scaramouche x fem/gn! reader

warnings: themes of social anxiety, fluff! [thank you anon! this is so so late i’m sorry. this is a cute idea as someone with anxiety around others <3]

xiao

୨୧ Xiao admires your withdrawn personality— he didn’t think of your anxiety around others as a dire issue, especially as he was always there to protect you. Though his thoughts changed as it became worrying at one point.

୨୧ You wouldn’t leave the house at all if your boyfriend wasn’t with you, wether it was to get groceries or to simply get a breath of fresh air. He hated himself for it, thinking he’d probably caused it to worsen and he spent every minute with you to pacify your mind.

୨୧ He saw him within yourself— avoiding other people and interactions so avidly for the sake of your own comfort. With an abundance of reassurance and understanding, he had gotten to a point where he was semi-confident to appear in the streets of Liyue. All because of your words, those that you didn’t follow yourself.

୨୧ Xiao didnt know where to start, should he discuss it with you or should he remain subtle? He watched you closely, you weren’t as shy with him, if at all. Always so keen to share anything you had found while in the isolated forests, be it a flowering bamboo shoot or a photograph.

୨୧ Yet the second you entered the harbour, all your personality seemed to be drained from within you. He felt your shaky hand grasp his own whenever anyone came towards you, your heart was beating at a near unhealthy rate from the mere thought of engaging in conversation.

୨୧ It pained him to see such a lovely person like yourself feel like you didn’t fit in anywhere. Except from in between his arms, albeit inexperienced with embracing you, it was comforting nonetheless.

“Dear, if you ever need me, just call out my name.”

kazuha

୨୧ It wasn’t exactly unfamiliar for him at all, if anything, Kazuha slightly understood your apprehension towards others. When he had asked you why— out of curiosity, you couldn’t put it into words. Hence why such a poetic lover could do it for you.

୨୧ You’d shield yourself under his arms, hiding from something. Perhaps the lingering gaze of common folk, yet wouldn’t that prove how beautiful you truly are? Had he interpreted the message wrongfully? It seems so.

୨୧ “Like the breeze which flows across these lands, carrying all sorts of leaves, each different from the rest, some poisonous to the touch, others blank and rarely those with beauty in the howl they sing in passing.” Kazuha had described it, a suitable analogy according to your praise.

୨୧ He has never pushed you from where you were comfortable— insisting you take your time on the journey of expression. Need something from the market but you feel to anxious to go? Absolutely fine, your lover brings photographs and all you desire to familiarise the place to you. After all, nothing good is formed in rushed writing.

୨୧ On days where your perturbation reached worrying levels, Kazuha would sit beside you through it, offering to discuss your feelings. A compassionate man such as he listened to every tense word that stammered past your lips with only patience.

“Darling, I promise these turbulent emotions will pass, for now, please remember how much you mean to me and those who adore you.”

heizou

୨୧ It’s only natural for the renowned detective of the Tenryou Commission himself to notice your hesitation around people— you’d soon come to realise you weren’t as discreet as you thought you were.

୨୧ Simple gestures, like fumbling and fidgeting with your fingers or an object, even hiding your face from others behind your frail hands (which he found unusual, you’re beautiful, why would you hide yourself away?) to complete states of panic, where you would shut the world out for hours at a time.

୨୧ It wasn’t easy at all for you, he knew that best. He recalls how when he first started dating you, how quiet and tense you were. Now you’ve warmed up to him enough to tell him about your worries. Heizou would take your hands in his own, massaging them and observing your brittle nails from biting them so often.

୨୧ You’ve insisted multiple times that your boyfriend must of found you irritating or annoying yet he feels his heart break every time those accusations fall from your lips. How he hated the self-deprecating words you degrade yourself with. Heizou would do anything to make you realise the truth.

୨୧ He loves you— the detective would leave meetings and parties just to stay by your side, if you didn’t feel comfortable around a person he’d instantly leave and go with you instead. Nothing matters more than the apple of his eye, no matter how anxious you are.

“Sweetheart, i adore you for who you are, everyone else comes second to you.”

scaramouche

୨୧ When he met you at first, Scaramouche couldn’t understand your fear of other humans, why would your arms shake whenever someone merely approached you? Why wasn’t it the same with him— is it because he’s not human?

୨୧ A puppet, one too emotional to function as intended and one too unfamiliar with social norms. That’s all he was, and you were drawn into him for it. Now that you’re both closer than ever, he’s realised he’s not meant to decipher you, but rather to accept and protect.

୨୧ If anyone got too close to you, he’d shield you with his body in a heartbeat, deterring them away. Those cold, indigo eyes softened by your trembling hands. Such a delicate being, he’s handle everyone else like meaningless stones, yet you’ll be upheld and guarded like priceless pottery, as if you’d crack with the raise of his voice.

୨୧ He knows how it feels to be dismissed and ignored, and Scaramouche would do anything to abolish such a cruel act against you. His empty chest filled with warmth, all of your love and reliance into a loving pulse of affection. A makeshift heart.

୨୧ A couple of limited words, but so rich in actions the outside eye couldn’t see. You cherish what you have, and so does he.

“I’ll admit, when i’m with you, i don’t feel so inhuman anymore, i’m given a purpose that i’ve been searching for.”

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strawchocoberry · 10 months

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BREAK UP WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND, ’CAUSE I’M BORED

୨୧ featuring: heizou, kaeya, alhaitham, tartaglia x fem reader

ଘ tw: blood (tartaglia’s part)

ଘ cw: smut, fingering, nipple play, oral sex (f receiving), orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, dacryphilia, creampie, rough sex, mirror sex, pet names

୨୧ synopsis: heartbroken by your boyfriend’s cheating, you’re now seeking comfort in them

ଘ wc: 3.8k

ʚ HEIZOU ɞ

He hated seeing you crying over the disappointment of a man that had broken your heart. But he hated himself even more, for he was the one who opened your eyes. The cunning detective had suspicions of your lover’s loyalty for a while now and when he stumbled upon evidence against the suspected party, he went to confront him. Heizou didn’t want you to find out about your boyfriend’s unfaithfulness, he only meant to threaten the man to leave you. He thought that perhaps it would hurt less that way.

When he noticed you behind the door the moment your boyfriend admitted to his crimes, your eyes teary with waves of sadness washing your cheeks, Heizou regretted his decision. Your sorry boyfriend attempted to explain himself, but you didn’t want to listen. You simply muttered “It’s over, don’t come near me again” and left with Heizou. And now, here you are, crying in his arms, cursing at how stupid you were. He had warned you from the beginning, yet you didn’t want to listen, too blinded by cupid.

“I’m a total idiot, aren’t I?” You choked a laugh, while wiping a tear.

“As the sharpest and most successful detective of the Tenryou Commission, I have to say this; from all the time we’ve spent together all these years, I find your statement to be incorrect.” He gently cupped your cheek, wiping away another tear. “Your loyalty knows no limits, only rivalled by Kujo Sara’s fealty to the Shogun. Your kindness melts even the iciest of hearts. Your judgement of people’s characters needs a tiny little improvement, but I’m confident I can help with that.”

His lustful eyes gazing at your lips pulled you closer to him. You couldn’t help but lean closer as he pulled the invisible chain of your collar. His lips were soft, his kiss burnt you fiercely. The detective was currently breaking the law, as he was going to destroy all evidence related to this case. He wouldn’t leave anything behind that would prove you were ever in a relationship with such a miserable man.

His hand gracefully caressed your body, his lips trailing a path to your collarbone. Soft moans escaped your lips, feeling him suck the tender skin of your neck. You gasped when he used two fingers to rub your clothed cunt. It didn’t take him long to have you drenched, which made him chuckle. He removed your garments and now his fingers were sliding into you, rubbing your wet walls oh so perfectly. He had buried his head now on your breasts, leaving kisses and delicate bites all over them. He had made you a mess and he enjoyed it.

“Not so fast,” he cooed in your ear, as he removed his fingers. You whined at the lack of them, but you were soon enough stretched by his cock that replaced them. “Go ahead, it’s all yours,” he urged you. You timidly started moving, holding tightly onto his shoulders. The smug smirk he had curved on his lips made you avoid his eyes. But that wouldn’t do. Grabbing your chin, he made you look at him, before his lips crushed yours. Sneakily, his tongue slipped into your mouth and found yours, asking for a waltz.

Dazed as you were, you were violently brought down from your cloud nine, as his hands that rested on your waist picked up your tempo. Breaking your kiss, your head fell back, your back arching and moans escaping your lips. He trailed his fingers on your back, then rested his hand there in order to hold you. He smirked at the shivers he sent throughout your body. “...More… More…!” you meowled. You asked and he delivered. His hands held your waist tightly, to an almost bruising extent, as he thrusted into you with great force. Your sweet melody blessed his ears, bewitching him, making him want to hear more.

“I— I’m cu-cu-cumming…!”

“Go ahead, sweetheart.” He kissed you. This was a side of you he had never seen before, but had always wanted to. And finally, he had the chance to investigate your body. He would uncover all your secrets and solve this mystery. He was determined. But he would keep his evidence safely buried within the depths of his mind, never letting them come to light, for he was the only worthy of knowing it. His curiosity was causing him to be impatient, although he exerted great restraint upon himself. He wanted to delve into you thoroughly and meticulously.

ʚ KAEYA ɞ

He was enjoying yet another night at the tavern, drinking glass after glass of wine. He had never believed that his peaceful night would take a turn for the worst. He peaked carefully at the guy that had just entered the tavern; it was your boyfriend. He seemed furious and slightly tipsy. He didn’t seem to have noticed the Cavalry Captain and rushed to take a seat behind him, joining his friends. Kaeya didn’t really approve of him, mostly because he was a frequent at the tavern. He had lost count of how many times he was taken out by his friends, completely wasted. Kaeya would aim a few jabs at him here and there to you, but you weren’t particularly interested in listening.

He wasn’t planning on letting his night go to waste, so he returned to his drink. He did, however, have his ears open, eavesdropping on the group on the table behind him. As he raised his glass to his lips, his arm froze mid-air. Your boyfriend was complaining to his friends about your latest argument. From what he heard, you caught him cheating in your shared house. He found it peculiar how irritated you were, as he “hadn’t done anything wrong”, as he claimed. “She can leave for a week to go to Liyue Harbour, but I cannot find someone to keep me company?” he spat.

“I cannot fathom how this must have affected you.”

“Indeed!” your boyfriend agreed. “Wait— Ca-Captain Kaeya?!” he exclaimed, as the Captain was now standing in front of him.

“Go on, please,” Kaeya devilishly smiled. “I want to know more.”

“Get lost! You’re irritating me as much as her.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I will take my leave.” Grabbing the glass of water on the table, Kaeya spilt it all upon him. “Men like you should be left to freeze to death in Dragonspine.” He passed by the bar to pay for his drinks, then stopped by the door and turned to throw the man one last look. “Never show your face in front of her again. You won’t want to know the consequences of your action.”

Leaving the tavern, Kaeya started looking for you. According to that dirtbag, you had left your house. He had a vague idea of where you might be. Finding you waiting for him at his door frame, drenched to your core from the rain, came as no surprise to him; once more, he was right. “Kaeya…” you murmured as you ran to his arms. Burying your face on his chest, you cried your heart out. He gently wrapped his arm around your waist and took your suitcase by the door, as he took you inside your house. He urged you to take a hot bath before catching a cold and you obliged.

“You’re wearing my shirt,” he noticed when he came to check on you in his bedroom, fresh out of the shower himself.

His scent that had left its trails on the shirt made you feel comforted. You hadn’t really given it much thought when you picked it up. You just felt at ease the moment you put it on. “Sorry…”

“Nah, don’t worry. You look cute in it.”

“Aren’t you going to ask what happened?” you asked him, while fidgeting your fingers nervously. Kaeya then explained to you what had happened not long ago at the tavern. You didn’t really know what to say to him. He was right, once again. He had warned you about what you were getting yourself into from the beginning, yet you chose to ignore him. “I’m pathetic…” you laughed at yourself.

Kaeya took a seat next to you on the bed. He brushed a few stray hairs out of your face, then cupped your cheek, focusing all your attention on him. “I dare to disagree.” He smiled warmly. “You just need a little guidance.”

His lips found yours, making your tears fall from your eyes. He chuckled at the saltness. He lay you on the mattress and hovered above you, never breaking your kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck, keeping him close to you. He caught the hem of the shirt, but you didn’t let him take it off of you. Obliging to your request, he slid his arms underneath and found his way to your bare breasts. “Such a naughty little girl.” He smirked. You moaned at his slender fingers playing with your nipples. But he was only getting started.

Lifting your shirt ever so lightly, he removed your undergarments and positioned himself between your legs. He left hickeys and bite marks all over your inner thighs. His fingers trailed circles on your wet folds, yet purposely avoided your clit. It made you insane. You had never felt this impatient before. Your impatience pleased him. You gasp at the long lick he had of you. The tongue he always loved to run amok had hidden skills you would have never guessed. You could barely keep your legs open, so he had to keep them steady himself.

You were close and he knew it. He peppered your body with kisses as he made his way to your lips, his fingers replacing his lips. You were holding onto him for dear life, as he made your legs shake. He attacked your lips, his tongue viciously penetrating your mouth to conquer it, as he pumped his fingers just as sinisterly in your drenched cunt. You moaned in his mouth, as you reached your climax. He didn’t allow you to rest. As you were still riding his fingers through your orgasm, he took his hardened cock in his other palm and gave it a few strokes.

Aligning himself with your entrance, he immersed himself into your velvet cunt that engulfed him eagerly. He would pull himself almost all out, leaving only the tip in, before forcefully thrusting in. And he would always hit that sweet spot deep in you that had you moaning his name loudly. He would slide one of his arms underneath your shirt and tease your hardened nipples, while marking your neck with him. You could taste the dandelion wine in his every kiss, the scent intoxicating you even more, making you beg for more.

ʚ ALHAITHAM ɞ

He knew from the moment he woke up that day that something would happen. And alas, his intuition was right. The moment he stepped into the Akademiya in the morning, the whole place was in turmoil. Apparently, a Vahumana scholar had committed plagiarism in his recent work, stealing academic findings of another Darshan’s scholar. The two of you were holed up in his office, late in the night. Under any other circumstances, Alhaitham wouldn’t have bothered to kick out the person keeping him in his workplace outside his working hours, but you were a rather special case. Letting his pen on the desk, he leant back on his seat, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes for a moment.

“He stole your work. And cheated on you with another scholar,” Alhaitham stated. “So, enlighten me; why aren’t you happy that he got what he deserved?”

“It’s just… I…” You stumbled to make your words come through.

“For the record, I was the one who filed the complaint that instigated the investigation.” He noticed that you weren’t as surprised or shocked as he had anticipated. When you were informed of the situation earlier in the morning, you instinctively knew that Alhaitham must have something to do with it. He always pointed out the irrational aspect of your dating that disgrace of a scholar. He wouldn’t have allowed for such a scam to exploit you any longer. “I cannot comprehend the logic behind your current behaviour,” the Scribe sighed.

Standing up from the couch that had accommodated you for the whole day, while the Scribe was busy dealing with the mess, you approached his desk. Your presence caused him to open his eyes and look at you. Your eyes were red and puffy, tired from all your crying. The young Rtawahist scholar before him resembled a star whose glow was about to vanish, forever.

“What do you suggest I do then?” you asked him, tears falling from your eyes.

Alhaitham remained silent for a moment, thinking carefully of his next words. He feared you might leave the Akademiya after this scandal. It wouldn’t come as a surprise, given that throughout the day he had heard various scholars running their mouths about “the imbecile scholar who let her lover exploit her without realising anything”, as if they had enough academic achievements to grant them the position of judges. He was aware how much you loved being a researcher. To this day, he fondly remembered that project you two had worked together on. Not to mention that should you decide to resign, the Akademiya would unavoidably lose a valuable asset.

Pushing his chair back a little, he then turned towards you and looked up. With a swift move, he sat you on his lap, as he rested his head on his one arm, while caressing gently your cheek with the other. His eyes were glued to your figure, observing your every reaction. “In view of the circumstances, the logical course of action would be to let me erase all the despicable memories of him from your mind and body.” He shocked you, as his lips lazily, yet forcefully crushed yours. His hand snaked its way to the back of your head, keeping you steady and preventing you from pulling away.

Lifting you up, he had you sit on the edge of his desk. Throwing all the documents from its surface on the floor, he removed your clothes and attacked your body like a thirsty man in the desert who had found an oasis after wandering around for days. His hands massaged your breasts, slapping them from time to time, while he ground his clothed crotch to your naked one. Your hands muffled your moans, preventing anyone working late in the Akademiya to hear how the Scribe pleasured you. He found it utterly absurd that you were denying him of hearing your sweet melody. You could be talking about literally anything and he would never get tired of it.

“We are the only ones left in the Akademiya, darling.” He kissed your hands, then pinned them to the desk. “Just let me hear you.”

His lustful light turquoise eyes closed, as he pecked your lips, forging a path down to your cunt. His fingers trailed the soft skin of your thighs, sending shivers down your spine. Kneeling down, he placed your legs on his shoulders as he began to feast. His tongue penetrated your drenched folds, exploring your inside world as much as it could. Your hand reached down to grab his grey hair when he fixed himself on sucking on your clit. You were holding onto the desk, as if to prevent your spirit from leaving your body, as you reached your climax.

Standing up, he kept your legs on his shoulders, while unbuckling his pants. Despite being soaking wet, his cock pleasurably stung as it stretched you out. His vigorous thrusts rocked your body and the desk alike. One hand was holding the desk, while your other was grasping his black shirt. There you were, tearing up again. Yet he could take pride that his thick cock filled you up so well that you had the need to cry from pleasure. He could feel your nails digging into his flesh from your hold on his shirt, earning yourself a few groans. You were taking him so well, he couldn’t control the few moans that escaped his lips.

You were close. And so was he. “Cum inside me… Please…” you breathed with pleading eyes. He came undone with a breathless moan, filling you up with all of his cum. A moment later, your own juices leaked down your thighs, mixed with his own, as he fucked you through your orgasm. His thumb was teasingly rubbing your clit, stimulating you to the maximum. You were shaking underneath him, breathless, yet at the same time so breathtaking. But he was starved for more.

ʚ TARTAGLIA ɞ

He could hear your muffled cries from where you stood, a few metres behind him. And it drove him insane how a man so unworthy of you could ever even dream of harming your kind soul. He landed punch after punch to the scoundrel underneath him. He had broken his nose and a couple of teeth. There was blood on the snow, on his fist, on his face. He couldn’t stop himself, he was going to kill the man.

“Enough… Enough, Ajax…” Your voice stopped his fist midair. He slowly turned around to look at you. Your eyes were puffy, your cheeks red from the cold, your arms were wrapped around your body as if to protect you. “Let’s go.” You weakly smiled.

Tartaglia stood up without complaining and walked to you, took your hand and guided you away. When you asked him to accompany you somewhere earlier, he hadn’t realised the severity of the situation. You hadn’t told him who you were meeting with or why. He was completely taken aback when you confronted your boyfriend over his infidelity. He couldn’t stand that bastard belittling you. He wanted to kill him. When he raised his hand to hit you, Tartaglia interfered and punched him to the ground, before hopping on top of him and resulting in the bloody state he was currently in.

The two of you arrived at his house. Closing the door, Tartaglia turned towards you, only for you to fall in his arms. You didn’t care about the blood in his clothes. You cried the remaining tears you were left in his chest, your body quivering, as he held you tightly, afraid that you were going to break. He was sure that you were beating yourself up in your mind. If only you had listened to him back then. Maybe this heartbreak might have been prevented. He cupped your cheeks and made you look at him.

“There’s no reason to waste your mascara on him.” He gently caressed your cheek with his thumb. “Better waste it on me.”

His kiss was soft, his warmth made you feel safe. Tartaglia pulled back abruptly, realising that you might be disgusted by the blood on his face. He attempted to go to the bathroom to clean himself up, but you didn’t let him. You surprised him by pulling down his collar and crushing your lips on his. You were hungry — hungry for him. And he could feel it. He had just given you a taste of heaven and had you wanting more. Lifting you up in his arms, you wrapped your legs around his torso as he relocated you to his bedroom.

He harshly threw you on your back on the bed, making you gasp. Your eyes were locked on him. He climbed on the bed and hovered over you. His eyes shone dangerously, the blood on him made him intimidating, like a predator on a hunt. And yet, you didn’t feel the least threatened; on the contrary, your body was trembling with exhilaration. He smirked and removed his shirt, before attacking your neck. He sucked on your tender skin, even bit you a few times. His body was pinning you on the mattress, trapping you, preventing you from running away.

He tore your shirt and focused on your breasts, playing with your nipples. He couldn’t help but chuckle at how your thighs, which were on each side of his, desperately clutched and at how sweet little moans escaped your lips. It was apparent that his gentle side had vanished, his darker, more vicious side had seized control of his body. He had but one goal; to make you forget the previous moments. He rubbed your clothed clit and smirked at your wetness. Removing your last clothing pieces, he ordered you to open your mouth. You obliged and eagerly sucked on his two fingers.

His lips attacked yours again, his tongue penetrating your mouth in a game of dominance. Your body jolted when his two fingers slipped through your drenched folds, him biting your bottom lip as he pulled away. “Let me hear you louder, my love,” he prompted you, your moans making his cock painfully hard in his pants. His fingers were thrusting into you savagely, leaving you breathless. He smiled, seeing new mascara stains on your cheeks. A few more thrusts and he sent you to heaven.

He allowed you some time to rest, as he was busy taking the rest of his clothes off. He pumped his hardened cock a few times, moaning impatiently. Lifting you up, he had you standing on your knees, him assuming a similar position behind you. “A-Ajax?!” you exclaimed. He bit your shoulder, making you wince, as his cock dived into your velvet folds. His one arm was holding you steady, tightly wrapped around your stomach, while his other hand was choking you, forcing you to look at your reflection in the mirror across his bed.

“You’re a work of art…” he whispered in your ear. But you couldn’t hear him, as your moans filled the room. You could see it all; the myriads of marks he had left upon your body, the viciousness in his piercing blue eyes, the dried blood on his face. His brutal beauty had never scared you. He kept pushing you over the edge, showing you hidden sides of yourself you had never even imagined. And you loved it. Your hand rested on his choking your neck, leaving scratches that made him groan.

You screamed when his arm moved lower, his fingers stimulating your clit. Your head was thrown behind, resting on his shoulder. Tilting your head to the side, he leant closer and kissed your lips, sending you off to new heights, as you creamed harder on his cock. “You’re making it hard for me to pull out…” he cooed, sucking on your neck.

“Then… Don’t…” you cried in ecstasy.

“Your wish is my command.” He filled you up with his cum, leaving you gagging on air from his violent thrust. He was the sole thought on your mind, making you wet only by imagining what he was going to do to you next. And he had grand plans for the night.

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lilbuccini · 1 month

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heizours · 2 years

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hii this is my first time requesting! so umm is it okay if i request itto, diluc, xiao and aether react to their s/o coming home badly injured and bleeding everywhere? only if you are comfortable with this of course :D

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from howl: hello helloo, thank you for the request <3. i'm very sorry for the slow progress and i kinda made it into a angst to hurt/comfort genre 😭. i also hope you don't mind that i added pantalone *wink wonk* ;)

— still, i hope you will like it's outcome. you can find your request here !

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pbees · 1 year

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Marechi!

[𝙐𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙨! 𝙓 [𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧!]

Part 1 ☆

WARNINGS!; future parts will contain Nsfw content!!

This part contains

- Blood

- Violence

- Self Harm [unintentionally ]

Want:

/𝘸ä𝘯𝘵,𝘸ô𝘯𝘵/

𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰 (𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨); 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳.

⏝︶︶⏝︶ ୨୧ ︶⏝︶︶⏝

強くて美しい

It was cold.

The blanket you had did not provide much warmth in the freezing temperatures. If you were to die here you would have no one else to blame but yourself- you should've known traveling this far from home would be dangerous, but the promise of a cash reward kept you blind-sighted.

The group you traveled with had called themselves the 'je te l'avais'. They came upon the docs of Nanets boasting about the "créature inquiétante du Japon"

[disturbing creature from Japan]

and promised a hefty cash reward for whoever helped them capture and find it. They said the creature was found in the waters of Japanese shores and would pull people under if they dare come through. The sarcastic tone the group used to boast about the commission piqued your interest making it seem as though it weren't true.

They seemed happier to receive gold than to believe such fictitious monsters existed- So you bought in. You were the last one needed in the party to carry out said commission, no more than a party boat was allowed to attend- either out of fear or greediness to keep their coin.

The boat approached the shore, and they bought a room to rest whilst they stayed in such a foreign place. It was 4 men and 4 women to keep the party equal, the entire sail they would not take what you said into consideration which already -irked you. The only reason you were still on the trip was for the gold, living in France may have been easier than the Americas for someone like you, but you were still largely hated by people you had know bearing with - so getting a job became harder.

After your mother had passed away you were left with debt- paid off with most of the furniture and jewelry she had left behind. You didn't want the house to be taken as well so you took it upon yourself to find any way to make money, you strongly refused to sell yourself to any of the bastard men here so you had to take on harder jobs than what the ladder provided.

'CHO-!"

Snot was now the warmest thing on your body funnily enough.

The feeling in your hands lessen by the second as the snow increased, the party had led you out here in the forest just to be murdered leaving you behind. Even to the end when you commented that they should head back because "they were losing sunlight" they ignored you- and when it seemed like they finally listened and started to head back they were attacked. Someone's head came clean off fresh sprays getting across a woman's face.

Another Woman seemingly flew into the air.

2 men were ripped apart and the last remaining few ran off their cries of "HELP!" being distant please before they too were cut off.

You were sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the group before, and now it had to be even worse. Stricken with fear you couldn't move, hyperventilating being your only call of fear. When you finally had the courage to move everyone was dead, no idea how it happened you tried to pull through. Looting their bodies for food and other small items it would be easy to carry you started to head back silently- but the snow started to pick up leaving you lost.

Once warm blood-soaked parts of your skin as you tried to make yourself warmer. You couldn't even bring yourself to cry in fear of dehydration as you heaved in place of a sob.

Why were you the only one left?

Why couldn't whatever "créature inquiétante" that ate them eat you?

Whatever the afterlife holds, if your mom were there would she laugh at you for such an unfulfilling and pitiful death? You couldn't even call yourself a coward because when you faced the threat you didn't cower frozen on the spot.

Placing one purple hand on the rock you were laying on you shouted ripping your dry lips.

"IT'S NOT FAIR!- I WANT TO LIVE- I want to live my life the way My mother wished!" you coughed watching blood fall from your cracked lips. Standing up on frozen shaky legs you got 2 steps ahead before falling on your face the feeling gone from both feet.

The last thing you remember before your vision finally blurred out was black pants squatting down toward you, you couldn't see what he was doing before you grabbed onto his pants leg and heaved out your final.

"𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦"

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𝘕𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴; is a City in France

'Je te l'avais; Means "I told you-"

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Authors note: Dammmmn I've gotta learn NOT to write on docs the whole time. It doesn't convert my italicized font so the italicized font looks super silly right now😭

-super short future parts will be longer no worries

#kimetsu no yaiba douma #douma x y/n #akaza x reader #kokushibo #hantengu #muzan x reader #kny x reader

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silverflqmes · 8 months

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໒⦂ 𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

notes. seijoh hcs if they were on the road together!

genre. crack

ft. tooru oikawa, issei matsukawa, takahiro hanamaki, hajime iwaizumi

gender neutral! reader. ( not rlly mentioned tho )

➫ 𝓞𝗜𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔 𝓣𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗨 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ alright alright, he WANTED to drive.. but the vote went towards iwaizumi, and to double check they did rock paper scissors ( iwaizumi still won )

⌗ tooru was petty for the first thirty minutes, i mean it’s his car???

⌗ but eventually thought it was for the better! let him be on light duty while his subjects- i mean ahem, teammates, manage the car situation.

⌗ he does however, have control of the radio and has already plugged in his phone ( there goes one outlet ) to play spotify!

⌗ everyone complained at first but tooru’s music taste ate and left not crumbs because everyone was singing. even kyotani was nodding his head to some songs.

⌗ position wise, tooru is well, obviously in the passenger’s seat. what’s annoying is how far back he has his seat😐 and watari is like right behind him BUT SAYS NOTHING.

⌗ if the road trip is long, tooru however, will step in as a backup driver because poor poor iwa-chan gets so sleepy at night from having a NORMAL sleep schedule!! ( tooru doesn’t, this is why he has this job.. )

➫ 𝓜𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔 𝓘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗜 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ dude him and makki are ALL the way in the back in the makeshift seats in the trunk because they are menaces and were banned from being close to the front.

⌗ jokes on them, they can pull pranks from the back — like yk that thing where they pull the string and the headrest drops, yeah. he pulled it and makki pulled the other NUMEROUS TIMES. free the second and first years.

⌗ brought all the snacks and is gatekeeping them with whoever is closest to him ( makki, kyoken and kindaichi )

⌗ ROAD GAMES!! and songs or whatever ft his besti ( and totally not boyfriend ), makki

⌗ brings almost half his bedding with him to be comfortable where he’s sitting ( so real of you mattsun ) and if you’re not oikawa, he MIGHT share lol

⌗ honestly sleeps for a good bit of the ride, just feel like he would lol especially with the pillows and blankets.

⌗ reverse, some of the boys fall asleep on him bc he’s the tallest so there’s more of him to go around LMAO he’s just stuck between makki and kindaichi

➫ 𝓗𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗜 𝓣𝗔𝗞𝗔𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗢 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ matsukawa’s second half✌️🤟🤙🤝🤞

⌗ yeah he’s in the very back too causing chaos yk the usual ( annoying the shit out of hajime and tooru because they are the real parents uncles of the team )

⌗ he brought a load of pastries tbh but the minute they ran out he got a little delulu and thought yahaba ( who sat in front of him ) was a cream puff, and was ready to pounce LMAO

⌗ mattsun held him back from doing so, thankfully — seijoh needed its back up setter, pinch and future captain in case iwaizumi finally lost his patience and put oikawa out of commission.. or because oikawa has to graduate and go be a girlboss in the big leagues!!! so hot of him- ahem anyway

⌗ dude him, kawa and mattsun are that one meme where they’re like “DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT, EVERYBODY, FEELING WARM AND BRIGHT” in the worst tone ever while iwa is just questioning his life choices

⌗ “are we there yet” every few minutes — iwaizumi literally pulls over at some point to get in the back seat and tape his mouth😭 bro was absolutely done oml

⌗ he brought a stack of cards only for them to be pokemon cards LIKE HOW DO YOU GET THAT WRONG- ( they played, anyway )

➫ 𝓘𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗭𝗨𝗠𝗜 𝓗𝗔𝗝𝗜𝗠𝗘 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ the driver ( mother ) lol

⌗ free iwaizumi he is tired and has a severe headache from these buffoons and he swears blood will be shed if SOMEBODY dares to ask AGAIN for another rest stop or if they’re there yet.

⌗ he’s got a stash of yellow red bull in a compartment for himself in case he needs to take the night shift on the road — tooru insists that no one drives but him ( unless iwa finally throws in the towel and he drives )

⌗ in terms of driving tho he’s pretty smooth, goes at a reasonable speed and is fairly calm in terms of IDIOTS on the road — but he has his moments occasionally where he gets annoyed

⌗ probably has the super specific thing he wants to see that convinced him to go on this road trip and see it through to the end ( it’s something godzilla related i bet )

⌗ usually likes to snack while he’s driving, helps keep him awake — but since he doesn’t wanna get the steering wheel dirty, he has cherries his mom pack him LMAO ( “share with the others!!” and he gatekeeps )

⌗ packed a volleyball in the trunk and portable beach volleyball set up

notes. i was gonna do all the boys originally but it became time consuming and well.. i ran out of ideas LMAO hope it was still decent<3

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neoscera · 9 months

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Hooray! ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Bit of a late post, been prepping for classes soon uwu

Commission for @shut-up-morales ! Thank you so much for commissioning me <3

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If you got a pony or any furry character youd like to see dancing, i am still open to commissions <3 These are now $15-$20 depending on complexity. This is a cleaner example to the fluttershy post I made here. more examples can be found in my blog :>

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arunyi · 7 months

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୨୧ commission for internetwaifu ୨୧

#my art #art #anime #manga #chibi #cute #kawaii #pastel #commissions #bunny #soft #pale

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honeydazai · 11 months

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୨୧·࣭࣪̇˖ 𝆬 having a secret enemies to lovers relationship with them 𝆬 𓏸

feat.: Jayce Talis, Vi, Ambessa Medarda, Mel Medarda, Ekko

content: f!reader, nsfw content, mild violence mentions

notes: this was commissioned by the most lovely @angelltheninth !! thank you so much again!! 💜

Honestly, JAYCE refuses to admit just how much he finds himself drawn to you. You're everything he's not, working in the shadows for Silco while he's Piltover's golden boy, the Man of the Future, and yet there's some odd tension between the two of you that he can't deny. He aches to label it as natural hate, though that couldn't be further from the truth. The catalyst for your eventual growing fondness of each other is when he's got you pinned down, imposing hammer so close to obliterating you and, God, he can't do it. You're his enemy, certainly, and yet he finds himself absentmindedly brushing some dirt off your cheek, touch gentle despite those huge hands.

After that, things go all too fast. One moment you're kissing, you softly moaning into his mouth, the next you try and sneak into the Academy, trying your hardest not to appear suspicious and, well — if you end up making out on one of the tables he usually does science stuff on, who can blame you? It feels all too nice to wrap your legs around his wide waist, pulling him closer while his dick pushes into you, calloused fingers roaming over your skin as if he's desperate to feel as much of you at the same time as somehow possible. It's all too good, until the sound of approaching footsteps, accompanied by the rhythmic thumping noise of a cane, makes both of you flinch, and you're forced to hide in an empty storage room, still dripping with need.

“Fuck, talk about horrible timing—, quick, in here, in here. God. Hopefully he'll leave real quick again, I'm stil hard; don't you worry, we'll continue just where we left off in but a moment. We just can't get caught.”

There is no word for what VI feels for you other than 'hate'. How could she not? As an Enforcer, you're her complete opposite, you're used to the riches and comfortable life of Piltover and, well, she would've never thought she could ever grow fond of you, but it turns out you look awfully pretty underneath her, pinned to the ground of Zaun. There's mud caked to the side of your face and a stray trail of blood runs down your forehead and, oh — for some reason, you don't do anything but moan softly when she leans down to meet your lips in a bruising kiss, her thick thigh spreading your own apart.

It's adorable how your cheeks flush when she calls you a teasing nickname; it's downright sweet when you whimper and press your body against her own. Your very reactions make you so very human, so very much like her. You're not that different from her at all, it appears, and that realisation itself makes things complicated. Vi swears she despises you, hates you with all her heart, but when she sneaks away to your usual meeting place, the sixth time this week, rough touches having turned into loving embraces along the way, she can't say she's being entirely truthful.

“Hey, sugar! You made it. Fuck, I'm always so happy to see ya, it's ridiculous. My heart's beatin' all fast. Oh—, hey, you're eager today, hm? Wanna continue that badly where we were interrupted last time? Fine by me. You gotta spread those cute legs of yours then, darl.”

It comes as no surprise that a powerful woman such as AMBESSA has quite a lot of enemies. There's all too many people who wish her death or worse for the countries she's conquered or the people she's slayed — and yet you're the only one who has ever caught her eye. It's all too easy to have you brought to her luxurious chambers, and even when you're glaring at her, eyes narrowed with nothing short of hatred, she doesn't care, really. Her fingers come up to grab your chin, keeping your head in place as her gaze rakes over your face, taking every feature of your face in.

You're not sure whether to be enraged or relieved that, apparently, she's satisfied with what she sees, though it's a lot preferable when, minutes later, she seats you on one thick thigh of hers rather than having you beheaded. Really, you couldn't stifle your mewls and moans even if you tried when she grinds said leg up against your already dripping folds. Over time, you grow fond of her — something you hadn't thought possible —; your relationship stays a secret, but your smile at her praise is honest, your laughter joining her boisterous one is not an act at all. She's surprisingly sweet for such a bold woman and, well; the fact that she leaves you unable to walk for a day or two whenever she's between your legs is a pretty convincing factor to stay with her, too.

“Aren't you just the sweetest little one? C'mon, now, no need to be shy. You've been grinding against my thigh like a bitch in heat before, haven't you? Surely you can do it again. Though, if my leg isn't good enough for you, maybe you're just not as desperate to cum as I thought.”

There's always been tension between you and MEL; how could there not be when you were anything she didn't stand for, being her political enemy and everything? Really, the amount of bickering you two did was close to ridiculous, and yet neither of you seemed to mind it all too much. Even though you don't make a pretty picture up on a stage or behind the council roundtable, you look all too ethereal on her bed, legs spread wide and arching your back while slender fingers alternate between gently rubbing and meanly pinching your throbbing clit.

Really, you'd worry about it being all too obvious how often you search up her quarters, though she's quick to distract you with soft kisses and the occasional cruel graze of teeth against your neck. There's no need to worry about anything, truly; when Mel wants your relationship to stay between the two of us, it will remain a secret at all costs.

“My, my. You're quite adorable today, hm? So very needy for my touch, and yet I remember quite clearly how you've challenged me in front of the rest of the Council. Love, it almost looks like you were aching to be punished by me. Is that not the case? I might go easier on you if you at least admit it.”

EKKO despises you. There's no way around it. Ekko despises you and, if needed, fights you with all his might, and yet his expression, Firelight mask long knocked off his face, softens oh so visibly when he, one day, meets you at random, your injuries awfully bad. He's not sure what he's thinking when he takes you in and cares for your wounds, nursing you back to health; you're his enemy, damn it, and he should act like it, but the only explanation he has for how he's acting is that empathy is an all too human trait he can't seem to get rid of, no matter how hard he tries. He can't just leave you in the Undercity to rot.

By the time you're back to full health, you can't deny that, even though you're supposed to be enemies, you've bonded quite a bit. He's funny and loving, protective of you, even; and even though your relationship has to stay secret at all costs, given how he'd otherwise lose credibility with the Firelights and you'd be called a traitor, you both can't help but sneak away at night to see each other, you embracing him in a loving hug and his lips pressing against yours all too eagerly. With Ekko, it takes a while until it gets to making out and getting even more intimate, but that's quite alright. There's no need to rush it; you're both more than happy to lose track of time while cuddling and kissing.

“Would've never thought that, one day, I'd be kissin' someone like you like this. Hey—, in a positive way. Don't get me wrong on purpose. Y'know I love everything about you. Yeah? Good. It's almost sunrise, though. 'm afraid you'll have to go back soon.”

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