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❝Uncurable disease... or so they say.❞
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✰ Characters: Neuvillette.
✰ Words: 1k.
✰ SFW ; gn!reader, no mentions of pronouns, but neuvillette uses female pet name towards the reader, I think.
Warnings: slight hurt, but then a lot of comfort. neuvi doesnt know how confessing works and does it his own way.
A/N: NEUVILLETTE BRAINROT NEUVILLETTE BRAINROTKORFKKTGOID GRRRRRR it was supposed to short but oh well 1k words hehe shy emoji
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“You make me ill.”
Neuvillette’s words pierce through your heart like daggers. His orchid eyes stare you down and indicate absolutely nothing; his sudden confession left you in a circle between shock and confusion.
The words spread throughout your body like poison, but in reality you’re only staring back at him. The hurt starts to become visible on your face, but your mouth seems to be unable to let out a noise; yet, the voice in your head yells and begs to know the answer as to why.
You clutch the rainbow rose he brought you close to your chest, being the first to take your eyes off him. You look at the ground, feeling the familiar clump in your throat that starts to form.
Neuvillette has been feeling sick as of late. Or at least, that’s what he thought - well, what else could explain that he feels his temperature rise, his heart beating so fast it could escape his chest, making even his voice tremble? “No, this cannot be-“ Neuvillette thought frantically, massaging his temples, “It’s time for a professional to evaluate.”
Though, as expected - the doctor was of no help. She giggled to herself, “I apologize, monsieur Neuvillette, I’m afraid I can’t help in this case. I can assure you however, you’re perfectly healthy.” The chief of justice felt the uncomfortable feeling of embarrassment, but thanked the doctor and left the room.
After yet another trial where Neuvillette seemed to be somewhere else with his thoughts, Furina confronted him with a tinge of annoyance in her voice. The white haired man could only mutter a thing, that he does not feel well; at the sound of his pathetic excuse, Furina stood up from her seat furiously, throwing her hands in the air, “You aren’t sick, fool! You’re in love!”The hydro archon’s cheeks flushed a slight pink at her own statement, but she was no match for her subordinate; she pushed the sudden bashfulness away, “n-now, do something about it immediately! I will not tolerate it in the courtroom any longer!” Furina crossed her arms and sat down again, furrowing her brows and watching the empty seats below her.
Seeing you divert your eyes away, Neuvillette’s expression softened significantly, his line of sight mimicking yours and shifting to a nearby bench.
“Why?”
Neuvillette blinks quickly, his eyelashes batting at you in surprise, “Come again? What do you mean?”
“Why do you hate me?”
He could feel the boiling hot feeling spreading through his body, although not a pleasant one. His eyes widened at you and his lips parted ever so slightly - but Neuvillette could only hear his heart beating so fast, beating to the rhythm of worry and uncertainty.
Before he could react properly, he saw a small tear dripping down your cheek, onto the cold pavement.
But his body moved without thinking.
He cups your cheeks gently with his gloved hands and moves your head up, just enough so you could look at him. His thumbs wipe your tears off your face, sighing deeply and finally speaking the real deal.
“You… make my heart race. It beats ungodly fast whenever I lay my eyes on you. You’ve been occupying my thoughts for many months, and even if I try to think about anything else - I cannot bring myself to do it, because it all comes back to you. I can’t… stop thinking about you, I can’t stop myself from admiring your ravishing beauty, I want you-“
“Wait!” You yell just enough to make him stop, both of you avoiding each other’s gazes and blushing bright red, but his hands stayed firmly on your face, no longer drying off tears, but caressing the apples of your cheeks he gently, “if that’s how you feel, then why…? Why did you say it like that?” For what it feels like first time in forever, you look into his gorgeous eyes that resemble the finest amethyst.
“I… I apologize, I didn’t want you to misunderstand me,” Neuvillette gasps slightly when he feels your delicate palms on his own hands, “but I truly mean it - I…”
Your breath hitches in your throat; the butterflies in your stomach don’t seem to help, but the anticipation has you almost shaking.
“I love you.”
Neuvillette can’t describe the weight that’s been lifted off his shoulders; but the sinking sensation in his stomach of not knowing what will happen next is making him nervous more than anything. When more tears meet his hands yet again, he fears for the worst.
“It’s alright, please do not shed any more tears because of me. I’m happy enough to have said it,” except, he doesn’t. He feels his heart break in half, getting filled by nothing but a void of emptiness.
The clouds become gloomy - looks like it’s going to rain later.
Just as his hands slide down and he begins to turn away, you reach out for his arm and grab it, causing him to spare you one, last look.
“Wait! I’m sorry, don’t go… I love you too, silly.” You manage to murmur the last few words loud enough that he could hear.
Neuvillette can’t believe it’s actually happening. He appears stunned for a minute, watching you in disbelief, but then a genuine smile graces his lips; his hands play with your fingers and silently ask to be intertwined with yours. When your interlaced hands give him a small squeeze, he gives you the softest, most lovesick look with his eyes that no one could ever imagine.
He places a quick kiss on your forehead and leans against it. Neuvillette’s eyes close for a moment, absorbing the fleeting moment.
It doesn’t take long before the chief of justice pushes your chin up with his fingers, his thumb brushing your lower lip, awaiting for your answer, “Can I, ma chérie?”
It only takes seconds for him to finally lock your lips together, and he wishes to feel that tenderness forever from this day forward.
Neuvillette certainly has to learn a bit more about expressing feelings - now, with your help.
The golden sun returns to adorn the clear skies once more.
#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#genshin imagines#neuvilette#neuvillette#neuvillette x reader#.scenario#send help I’m bolls deep in Neuvillette brainrot
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Word Count: 1384
Characters: Unimportant nobleman and woman, unnamed victim, Gwen, Richter, Rio (Mentioned by real name only)
Warnings: Excessive Amounts of Blood, Detailed Torture Methods, Death, really, REALLY messy.
Notes: Grown adults exploiting the artistic talents of a child. What could possibly go wrong? Anyway this was just one of many, many instances of this. But this one shaped Gwen’s idea of artistic beauty and views on death. They’re roughly 12-13 here— So still very impressionable.
❝ Your Death, My Art ❞
➤ ❝From the moment I opened my eyes, I saw the world in vivid detail. Every speck of dust, every streak through wooden floors. Nothing was left unseen. With eyes like these my fate was sealed— I was to be an artist. Capturing and perfecting every detail I would lay my eyes on. But this… I opened my eyes for the first time, again. To a kind of beauty others would never dream of. A talent others would never dare to cultivate. For me, this would be my specialty. ❞
One paint stroke, then another, then the next. The young boy’s eyes fixated on the subject like a hawk— Their movements being pure instinct, having looked at their canvas only three or four times this session. Those dull, lifeless eyes trailed yet another poor, unfortunate, soul. The sounds of dripping water, or perhaps blood, were the only things Gwen had focused on; the excruciating shrieks and gags from their muse had all become static in their ears. Had anyone looked at their expression without context, one could say that they were bored. Annoyed, with how the woman writhed and complained.
The yank of a chain filled their ear drums, as the child felt their arm yank. Damned shackle… They hadn’t left this room in three days, as they silently hoped the subject would just bleed out already. No, they couldn’t have that. If the woman died, then her body would begin to rot, and the painting would go unfinished. The punishment from that kind of offence still haunts the young teen to their core.
“I thought your Master said that you were a diligent worker. Are the paintings everyone comes to marvel over simply the work of a third party?”
Ah, that’s right. Outside of the public eye, Gwen was nobody. A simple inhabitant in this godforsaken castle. Clothes really do make the man, they supposed. Outside of the fancy clothes, political speeches, and shiny gatherings— Gwen was just a boy. Chained up in their room, creating rather dark creations to satisfy a noble’s sick desires.
The boy’s eyes trailed the woman once more. Eyes rolled to the back of her head, as if she was about to suffocate. Back and ribs opened, spread like wings. Her lungs were exposed to the humid air within the room, as blood dripped from her like she was some kind of Holy Being.
Holy… Being? That’s right. With the way she was split open, hanging from the ceiling like this, she was almost an angel in human form.
In that moment, it was like the teen had opened their eyes for the first time. Taking their first glance at the world around them. Various colours, brush strokes, and illustrations simulated in Gwen’s mind. They were the ones with the paint brush. They were the artist. They were the one in control. This woman was their masterpiece to create. They looked marvelled. Eyes sparkling as if they were looking at god himself, mouth agape as if they were about to sing praises.
Standing up from where they were seated, which was the hard floor, the thick metal of their shackles jangled behind them.
“Dear, stop that b—“
“My Lord, My Lady, can’t you see?”
Gwen stood nearly face to torso with the woman, eyes not having blinked once. Their hands and upper body were becoming drenched in blood, as they repositioned the woman’s face. Fingers prying her mouth into a smile, from its previous screaming position. She was dying of asphyxiation, and the teen needed to capture the perfect expression. After all, if she died before her full beauty could be captured, then their efforts are all for naught. A shame really. People die so… Quickly. If only she could spend a few more breaths in such a beautiful position. The boy’s face cocked back to face them, an oddly excited look on their face. The bags under their eyes prominent, smile wide and unsettling. It’s as if they were in absolute bliss.
“She’s an angel, can’t you see her? We’ve created something beautiful.”
The blood coated the child's face in a horrifying shape; seeping over, but not into, their eyes. It was a new revelation for them. They could see so much… How beautiful a person could look, how beautiful death could look. It was wonderful. They could see it now; the perfect amount of blood, the angle of the wound, the perfect expression; everything necessary to make this a masterpiece.
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They walked out of the room, for the first time in three days. Their two clients behind them, canvas in hand. They were satisfied, yes— Though the horrified looks on their faces would say a different story all together. As for Gwen?— They were a mess. A different array of blood and organ fluid painting their clothing. Once nice clothing, meant for servants, now served as merely a shield to protect their skin. Their face seemed a usual neutral, slightly tired. Though their eyes were blown wide, as if they were drugged.
A silhouette was beside the bathroom door as they entered, as usual. The same man who would ask them the same question. Though this time, stayed silent.
Gwen almost didn’t want to wash the blood off of their hands, it felt as if all of their hard work was going away. But alas, they had to… At least they could still see their creation one last time.
Scrub, rinse, scrub, rinse. All a routine. A routine that allowed them to think about the events that had just transpired. It felt as if an entirely new part of their brain had been unlocked… How interesting.
“That’s the fourth one this month, isn’t it?”
“When’s the next one.”
Gwen didn’t bother answering Richter’s question, and instead asked something he never would have thought to come out of their mouth. The same child who was lifeless, only going through the motions as they watched victim after victim die in front of them, was now asking for clients?
When the man didn’t respond, the teen took it upon themselves to give him the most sinister look he had ever seen. Eyes narrowed, like a snake’s— Lips curling up as if they were some maniac. As if they would kill him if another noble didn’t show up soon enough for them.
“Death is a beautiful thing, isn’t it? Let me make you* into a masterpiece sometime, won’t you?”
The sickening feeling that Richter got from this boy almost made him vomit right then and there. The way their voice bounced this way and that, the way their eyes trapped him in place. The webs they were spinning with mere words. It was like he was standing before a completely new child, not the annoying brat he had seen a month ago.
One more line, and one that would lead him to the most nausea inducing scene he had laid eyes on, in all of his years.
“Go look, Maestro. I made something really good this time.”
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Now, there he stood. With not a look of disgust, but rather… Marvel? As if he was witnessing the rebirth of some god.
What was once a woman, now looked like some kind of Seripham. Back open, skin stretched as far as it could go. Various planks of wood likely taken from broken chairs pierced them, as they suspended in mid air. Hands pierced at the palms like some kind of Christ incarnate. Yet the expression was… Peaceful, the pose lounging. Blood splattered the room like some masacre. Intricate designs, spirals, and shapes being made of it. And most of all… What was once a pair of lungs and esophagus was not shaped into a crown, the blood from them dripping to form vague tears.
Richter felt inclined to shed a tear. This felt familiar. Who was it again… Ah, Desiderius Exicor. The man responsible for the most beautiful assassination in human history. One that moved the world to tears not in mourning, but in marvel.
Is this how the world felt, all those years ago? No— no this wasn’t a beautiful sight. So why the hell was he so moved? Why did it feel like he was standing inside of a canvas, inside the work of a master? Too many questions were filling his head, even to the point of needing to hold the wall for support. He was dizzy, disgusted, and… amazed?Amazed at what? It was just some random woman’s death— You can find things even more intricate at public executions. So what the hell was different about this one? There was only one thing that was certain: That kid is a catastrophe, ready to plunge the world to ruin in the most beautiful, graceful, way possible.
This kid, is a monster.
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*1): They basically said “Let me kill you.” Which the offer still stands, but as of now it’s “Let me kill you at your strongest.”
#tw#((OOF I ZONED OUT WRITING THIS#((more in depth on what they were ACTUALLY doing will be in their bio!#((once i finish it ☹️#.scenario#gwen exicor#richter sakamaki#sakamaki richter#((but yeah sneaky peak.
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halsin: -mermaid hair flip-
everyone else: pathetic bleating
#halsin#bg3#bg3 art#bg3 fanart#astarion#shadowheart#lae'zel#wyll#i am included in this everyone else scenario#man has no right making me feel the way he does#my ocs#tav: sevinna#weatherdraws
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#coquette#pinterest#coquette asthetic#girlblogger#coquette core#girlblogging#coquette blog#this is a girlblog#coquette girl#girl blogger#im literally just a girl#im just a girl in the world#im just a girl#let me be delusional#heavenly delusion#let me live in my delusions#delusional#me core#girl core#hell is a teenage girl#imaginary scenarios#lorenzo zurzolo#dark coquette
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when a powerful figure is reduced to kneeling. when the lord is forced to bow. when the exile stumbles into an unwelcoming bar. when the “beast” is chained by their horns. when a god is dragged behind their enemy’s chariot, a captive and trophy. when the loyal “guard dog” character is muzzled and the silver-tongued thief falls silent in horror.
that’s the shit
it’s about the contrapasso. the reversal of roles and the sudden, plunging terror of being unable to hide.
#did i write a scene with unknown characters where this happens#mmm#maybe#whump#whump writing#whumpblr#whump prompt#whump ideas#whump community#whump prompts#troy talks#whump scenario#thoughts?
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tragedy enjoyers when the hell is self-made
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“their miracle was so big bc crowley used to be an archangel” have u considered that aziraphale and crowley love each other so much that their love alone could move the tides just by staring at the ocean for too long. have u considered that they did the miracle not really to protect gabriel but to protect what they had, what they’d built with each other. and that was them barely even trying
#sorry but the whole ‘crowley was an archangel’ take is not the one for this scenario#the whole thesis of the show is that they’re more powerful and at their best when they’re together#their combined miracle is just a manifestation of that#and i can’t wait to see how they use that bit in s3#good omens#good omens meta#go2 spoilers#thoughts
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Yandere! House Monster x Reader
Listen, I woke up in cold sweat at 4am with a vision: you and your stereotypically unavailable gamer boyfriend have moved into a new house. You find out very soon it's not as empty as you had assumed, but your worries fall on deaf ears. The tentacle monster lurking in dark corners just wants to make sure you're not lonely.
[Second Part]
Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance (mildly NSFW)
You didn't notice anything strange at first. Maybe it was considering its prey. You'd found a cheap, old house available for rent, and your boyfriend couldn't refuse the extra space for his mancave.
Oh, you poor thing. It watched your lonely evenings, your empty bed at night, your futile attempts to spend more time with your beloved partner. It had originally planned to devour your souls and await the next foolish mortals to enter its realm, but seeing your pitiful state prompted a change of heart. Metaphorical heart, of course.
It started gradually: testing the waters, or what you'd call a courting attempt. Doors opening by themselves, disembodied eyes lovingly gazing at you from the nearby walls. Dark tendrils making their way out of the shadows, just to announce its presence.
"I think this place might be cursed", you told your boyfriend one evening. "I've been stalked by amorphous silhouettes of blight and terror, and they whisper ancient blasphemies to me at night." He let out a worried shout and slapped the desk. "That's cool, babe. I'm kind of losing right now, though, so perhaps give me a minute?"
One night you were awakened from your slumber by a warm touch sliding across your body. You smiled into your pillow as the cheeky hands made their way down, fondling your curves and hungrily searching for your sensitive areas. You let out a soft moan, enjoying the moment, until you heard your boyfriend yell from the other room. Your eyes shot open.
The hands lewdly groping your privates were, in fact, tentacles. Your first reaction was to gasp, but you were quickly silenced by another slippery appendage pressing against your lips. Shh, shh. Allow the creature to do its thing, dear. Surely enough, within minutes you were a drooling mess, holding onto the sheets for dear life.
"You've been in a good mood lately", you boyfriend remarks, idly scrolling on his phone and crunching on his breakfast cereal. You ponder if you should tell him you've been fucked relentlessly by a monstrous creature inhabiting your new home. You glance at the counter and smirk, remembering how you just had to wipe your wet mess from it a few hours ago. "Keep it that way, hun, I could get used to not being pestered every hour", the man jokes with a laugh.
Does it count as cheating if your affair partner isn't really human? Although, you have to wonder if you're still dating to begin with. From the corner of your eye, you can discern faint movement above the young man, a shadow looming menacingly. The eldritch monster would not hesitate to tear your poor boyfriend apart if he tried to mess with its belonging.
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x darling#yandere x you#yandere monster#yandere monster x reader#yandere headcanons#yandere scenarios#yandere imagines#monster x reader#monster x human#monster boyfriend#tentacle monster#monster smut#terato#teratophillia#monster fucker
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I remember discussing Tintin casting choices with a friend from Germany and remarked how it was odd he often has an English accent in adaptations rather than a Belgian one, and my friend just replied "that's because Tintin gives incredibly strong English boy energy (derogatory)"
Here in the UK there's a lot of weird classism tied into accents. Today accent diversity and representation in broadcasting is actively pursued but in Tintin's time there certainly was a preferred accent to have.
imagine this exchange happens between pages 28-29 in The Crab with the Golden Claws
#tintin#adventures of tintin#comic#captain haddock#archibald haddock#snowy#milou#fanart#the crab with the golden claws#i remember tintin crafting a trumpet to communicate with an elephant#and he remarks he must get the accent correct#very odd scenario but it shows he would be a stickler for that sort of thing#i also have to say accents do not indicate how smart someone is#a lot of pundits use an english accent to sound more credible#but i have to say there are a lot of fucking idiots here#me included#thank you 2011 film for validating my scottish haddock headcanon#any french speakers who have read to this point i wonder what your hcs are for his french speaking accent
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You know that Chris Fleming line that goes "Call yourself a community organizer even though you're not on speaking terms with your roommates"?
I honestly think every leftist who talks about the "revolution" like Christians talk about the rapture needs to spend a year trying to organize their workplace. Anyone who sincerely talks about building a movement so vast and all-encompassing that it overwhelms all existing power structures needs the dose of humility that comes with realizing they can't even build a movement to get people paid better at a badly run AMC Theaters where everyone already hates the manager.
#method speaks#union stuff#politics#i guess#best case scenario in this plan we get some successful union drives#worst case people realize that movement building is hard#and also explicitly mentioning socialism is counterproductive#mostly i'm just venting#it's only april how is election discourse this unhinged already?
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❝ —t. Brat. ❞
The human was pulled from their zoned-out state, thanks to the sound of the other’s voice. That rough, scratchy tone practically ripping them from whatever dreamland they had dozed off to. They had made three moves in their game, during the time of Richter’s monologue. As usual, he was always one step ahead of them, though he seemed… Talkative, today. Oddly talkative. It was annoying, and frankly, suspicious.
With the sleeves of their sweater rolled up to their elbows, and a short-sleeved, white, dress shirt hanging off their shoulders, they leaned their weight onto the table. The long parts of their hair were pulled into a low ponytail, whilst the rest was pushed back with a bandanna. They peered at the man through their lenses, analysing him more than usual. And the other could clearly feel such a scrutinising gaze, which annoyed him.
❝ It appears my words have gone in one ear, and out the other. How unsurprising. ❞
With an indifferent expression, they moved their piece. Head tilted to the side, as if they had not a care in the world. Quite disrespectful, if anyone else had to judge them— Though for these two, it was normal.
❝ You were saying something? ❞
❝ Tch.. ❞
The vampire merely tch-ed in response. The buttons on his shirt sleeves were undone, leaving the fabric to bell around its hands. Gwen simply looked at him as if their wasn’t an issue— As if they hadn’t ignored him talking about such a sensitive topic.
❝ Well, if you have something to say, say it. You know I hate it when you give me vague statements. ❞
The teen’s arms had extended to rest on either sides of the chess board. Hands opening in a motion to usher Richter into speaking. Truth be told they may have an idea on what he was talking about, though actively chose not to listen. It wasn’t their business, nor would it end in any kind of benefit, for either of them.
❝ The portrait in the entrance hall, you stared at it for a while. Are you not curious as to just who you were looking at. ❞
❝ Not particularly. It was well painted. The subjects in the painting hold no real meaning to me. I’m more interested in the message held within the frame, not who the message is for, nor where the message is coming from.❞
The human spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, expression blank, as usual. Though their eyes did flicker up to the other’s as if they were bored, or annoyed. Gwen couldn’t tell whether Richter was perplexed, or downright angry. Whatever the case, didn’t matter to them. Though when the man tried to speak once more, he was, yet again, interrupted.
❝ It’s your move. ❞
❝ How much longer do you intend to interrupt me? ❞
❝ For as long as you intend to talk about that person. Now move. ❞
They spoke again, using very dismissive language. It isn’t as if they had any vendetta towards the individual in the painting, though it really wasn’t their business. Besides, judging by the signs on Richters face, the slight breathlessness and stutter to his voice, it was clear he held her in high regard. They’ll be damned if they let him tell them about a person he cares about.
❝ Do you have any idea the information, the person you’re dismissing? Even such vague speech, you should be honoured I’m sharing this with you at all. ❞
Such venomous words, though not any that particularly shook them any kind of way. If anything, it was ticking them off. When they thought about the mindset he held towards them, versus his words now, it was annoying.
❝ I’m simply telling you that the moment you even speak that person’s name towards me, things will spiral downward for you. Or have you forgotten? You’re the one who told me that after all. ❞
Richter hadn’t forgotten his own words, not in the slightest. Though for some odd reason, he had the sense that he would have been immune to them. In reality, he knew he wasn’t. He was the one who drilled the mindset into the boy’s head, so it was foolish to contradict himself. Gwen, of course, didn’t notice the subtle twitch of his eyebrow, and took that as their cue to leave. Their chair screeching against the floor as they stood up; the boy had no real need to finish their game, Richter had won from the very first move he made. They just wanted to pass the time.
❝ Don’t start talking about sentimental topics with me now. You know the moment things take a turn, I will be the one you punish first. So save me the injuries. ❞
Waving him off, they turned around. Hands falling into the pockets of their pants. Their face fell significantly, the moment they were faced away from him— Eyes softening tremendously. A slight shift in mood, from their general indifference. They began walking off, whilst muttering something under their breath. Though it wasn’t something Richter had missed. In fact, he heard it quite clearly.
❝ Besides… You might end up cursing that lover of yours, if you say any more. ❞
❆ ngl i really liked @/fruit-of-infidelity ‘s (not tagging you bc i dont wanna BOTHER YOU T-T) idea of cordelia and richter have a portrait in the entrance hall. so i used that as a base for a scenario. and a way to get my brain CHUGGING again. ❆
#.scenario#richter sakamaki#sakamaki richter#gwen exicor#((rejet ngl give me more richter outfits#((he can be fashionable if you just LET HIM 🙄
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up to interpretation
#my art#dungeon meshi#chilshi#senshi#chilchuck tims#based off a scenario a friend was telling me about.... ok#unfinished also i feel dizzy
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“ WHAT GETS THEM HARD! ”
jjk men x f!reader ࿐ MDNI.
ᰔ、summary. jjk scenarios on how their dicks get hard ofc
ᰔ、tags. (ft. gojo, geto, toji, choso), nsfw, female anatomy, cunnilingus, exhibitionism, sexting, masturbation, etc.
ᰔ、a/n. these are just my silly depictions. if u dont agree idgaf lol
SATORU GOJO has the dirtiest mind and the highest sex drive. his pants definitely start feeling a little tighter at the sight of you eating a popsicle or something. specifically in public. he would have no shame in it either—casually forming a smirk on his face and dropping a snarky innuendo about the way you’re eating. “can you suck me off like that when we get home?” he’d mumble from across the table, his eyes peeking out from the top of his glasses, a smirk plastered on his lips; wet from the constant licking of his tongue. your eyes widen, a small ‘pop’ sounding from your mouth when you took the frozen sweet out to gasp at the man in front of you. “gojo! are you serious?” you’d yell in a whisper, looking around to see if anyone had heard him. “you’re right,” he’d sigh, standing up from his chair to reveal the very prominent and very obvious bulge in his pants. “we should just do it now.”
SUGURU GETO on the other hand is a polite man. like satoru, he’s a real freak in the sheets—but not as shamelessly. the littlest things can get him hard for sure, but unintentionally seeing your undergarments would really get him going. like an accidental peek at your panties from under your skirt, or a shirt thats a little too see-through showing off the print on your bra. he wouldn’t say anything of course, not right away. you would just be minding your own business one minute and then he’s dragging you towards the bedroom the next. “sugu- what are you-?” you would ask in a confusing tone, craning your head to look at the said man who was now behind you—pushing your stomach up against the countertop; a single hand brought up to grope your breast while the other laid flat against your hip. “your bra is showing.” he’d let you know blankly; an attempt to distract you while his hand slid it’s way into your pants. you would look down in response to his comment, noticing that your bra was in-fact showing like he said. unfortunately for him, you also already noticed the hardon pressed against your back.
TOJI FUSHIGURO gets hard from eating pussy. simple as that. he will get embarrassingly sloppy—juices coating his face and dripping down his chin, loving every second of it while his cock slowly grows harder. emphasis on grows. and if you think for a second that he does it for your pleasure, think again. this man will eat you out purely for his enjoyment only. his eyes are closed and his hands are squeezing at your thighs—legs thrashing uncontrollably from the uncomfortable pressure in his pants that’s about to come undone. “toji- let me help you.” you’d beg with a whimper, dragging your hand from the top of his head down to his cheek when you noticed the constant shuffling of his legs and the crease in his eyebrow. he’d laugh darkly, the breathy snicker creating a hum between your core that made a whine escape from your lips. “im fine mama,” he’ll say cockily, pulling a hand away from your leg to undo his zipper. “ill cum soon, you don’t gotta do ‘nun.”
CHOSO is a needy guy. his face will turn red at a simple flirty text—but send him a slutty pic and he might just cream his pants. fully naked or dressed in lingerie, his favorite or not, he will definitely feel some pressure down below. he might ignore you for a while, uncertain on how he should reply; if he’s even able to. “fuck- couldn’t wait till i got home, could you?” he’d whine quietly, trying his best to keep his voice down from the bathroom of his office job; one hand holding the phone up to his ear while the other rushed to unbuckle his belt. “sorry cho,” you’d apologize from the other line, voice rather faint as you posed for another picture to send him. “when are you coming?” you ask doubtfully just as his phone vibrates with another notification from your contact. “now- im comin’ now baby.” he replies with a huff, phone almost slipping from his ear. “really!?” you try to clarify—much more excited than the first time. “no, i mean im cumming. right now.”
#my goofy ahh side coming out with the choso one#THIS TOOK FOREVER#toji x reader#toji smut#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#gojo x reader#gojo smut#geto x reader#geto smut#choso x reader#choso smut#jjk scenarios#jjk x reader#jjk men x reader#jjk smut#isamoa#jujutsu kaisen smut
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Unstoppable villain, meet immovable agent of friendship!
I was wondering in what circumstances Charlie would just OFFER her soul to Al.
And he would short circuit as all his manipulation plans become unnecessary.
Cause Charlie cares about her friends and if they need help she won’t hesitate.
#grey art#fan art#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel fanart#hazbin hotel comic#charlie morningstar#Alastor#hazbin alastor#the radio demon#he is so pathetic I don’t think he realises that#buddy you know what shows true strength???#being vulnerable#you are emotionally weaker than a puppy!#I love him so dearly#also Charlie!#she cares and that’s not naïveté#she’s so strong and brave !#if Alastor abuses her gift in this scenario then he’s a worm#god this show is good
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dont let anyone ever tell you the doctor who tv movie (1996) sucks. this is literally the best scene in all 60 years of doctor who
#eight is a creature who just does literally the first thing that crosses his mind in any scenario and you HAVE to like him#he dresses like oscar wilde he's a lesbian he has 97 mental illnesses he's banned from most public spaces#doctor who#dw#doctor who 1996#paul mcgann#eighth doctor#8th doctor#all timer
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friends with benefits with nanami wouldn’t work because he would think you deserve better. you think your arrangement is going well, kento has never complained before, and you’re certainly more than satisfied in bed. he’s handsome, strong, kind, generous with aftercare, and really fucking good with his mouth, so there are no complaints on your end. which is why it’s such a surprise to you when kento confesses that he doesn’t like the way he’s been treating you, and no matter how much you insist that it’s fine, and reassure him that he treats you more than well enough, he refuses.
“but kento, i’m okay with this,” you attempt to convince him that hooking up is enough—he doesn’t need to feel like he has to do more for you, “you’re good to me, and not just in bed. please don’t feel like you owe me more.”
“you deserve something proper,” he’s adamant, shaking his head, “you deserve more than convenient sex.”
“but what if this is all i want?” you can’t help but to tease him. he looks awfully cute with his arms crossed, respectful refusal written all over his face, “i think eating me out on a weekly basis is quite enough, it would just be greedy for me to ask for more, don’t you think?”
your jokes don’t amuse him, but his expression keeps you giggling. still, nanami sighs, and grumbles, “you should want more. it’s not greedy.”
“kento, if i didn’t know any better, i’d think you’re telling me to raise my standards.”
he blinks, cheeks pink with irritation and eyes hollow with tiredness. you push every single one of his buttons and he doesn’t know why, but he would never stop you. maybe that’s where this impeding guilt is coming from—kento likes you, and he doesn’t enjoy feeling like he’s using you, even if you get to use him in return. he doesn’t want your relationship to be transactional, and he doesn’t like that you think such a relationship is okay.
because, guilt aside, kento knows he wants more of you; he wants all of you. and even if you don’t want him back, he thinks you should know that you’re worth having all of, and nothing less.
“maybe i am,” he settles, “you are worth more than an occasional hookup. you should be treated better than this, and i am sorry that i have let it go on for this long.”
“this is ridiculous—you’re nothing but good to me! and i like having sex with you. if you don’t want to have sex with me anymore, that’s fine, but—”
“i didn’t say that,” he interrupts.
“so… you do wanna keep sleeping with me?”
“yes. but we should go on a date before we continue.”
“but what if our date is terrible. do we still get to have post-first date sex?”
he shakes his head, stepping closer to you and holding your forearms before leaning down to kiss your forehead, “i don’t put out on the first date.”
you scoff, taking a half-step closer, snaking your arms around his torso, and grinning up at him, “what a prude.”
at that he smiles, before bending his neck to indulge you in one last kiss. “i’ll pick you up at seven.”
#kento nanami........ the man that you are#you really could be having perfectly good mind blowing mutually agreed upon fwb sex and he'd be like... no. we're gonna have to date#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jjk fluff#jjk scenarios#jjk imagines#nanami kento x reader#nanami x reader#kento x reader#nanami smut#nanami fluff#nanami x you#💌.kento
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