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nursemimosa · 4 months

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some pics of Rika and her conversations. She sure is the silly!

#dedicated to my best friend- rika's wife #*gives your rika sinusitis in the first four pics*#the conversation with salvatore took me out and the one with larry made me snort. his annoying younger sister fr.#she has rizz... but at what cost #rika friends and mutuals i am glad you have been given such a funny lovely character lol #pokemon rika #elite four rika #rika pokemon #pkmn sv #pokemon grusha #grusha pokemon #larry pokemon #pokemon larry #salvatore pokemon #pokemon salvatore #indigo disk spoilers #indigo disc spoilers #mine

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leenfiend · 9 months

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who gives a fuck all of this will end

#here's a lil non fanart (kind of?) comic for one of my favorite albums of the year so far hehe #highly recommend this album from front to back #indigo de souza #all of this will end #comic art #my art #also idk if any of u listen to ethel cain but i am planning on making a comic page for each of the songs off of preachers daughter #it just sounds like a lot of fun and i love that album also so #other favorite line from the album that almost made it onto this comic: im a growing girl my ups and downs are natural #me at the age of 26: you're so right. i am a growing girl.

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pollyanna-nana · 5 months

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I'm thinking hard.

#polly speaks #pokemon #digimon #pokemon scarlet and violet #indigo disk #indigo disk spoilers #digimon adventure 02 #kieran pokemon #ken ichijouji #I made some Realizations #LIKE.#OH. THAT'S WHY I LIKE KIERAN SO MUCH HUH.#Theres even more I could add to this tbh but I was running out of space. Am I crazy here

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microwave-core · 4 months

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Every time I sit down to write... he haunts me...

Anyways, today's Leon headcanon is that I think he's scottish rather than british

#pokemon #pokemon x reader #indigo disk #pokemon scarvio #pokemon leon #champion leon #my bby girl... my malewife...#im gonna write for the dlc girlies i am trying #there aren't as many tho so maybe i'll make them a bit longer than normal #actually maybe i shouldn't make promises before i even get started don't hold that to me #also i want amarys's boots i WANT them #this is the second self portrait i've ever made #the other one was made in ms paint in 8th grade #and i am wearing the same kind of hoodie #i am a creature of habit #i realized i can make these types of pics in sai i feel so very powerful

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professionalidiot32 · 4 months

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redrew that last picture in the indigo disk bc the kieran brainrot is REAL. also with my player character oc thing if you couldn’t tell

#first post #my social anxiety made it so hard to actually post something on here #but i’ve been drawing kieran nonstop and i wanted to share some art #i’ve never posted on here im so worried im gonna do something dumb 😭#traditional art #kieran pokemon #pokemon dlc #pokemon indigo disk #trainer kieran #pokemon #what am i doing. please help #i’ve had this account for a year and just now decided to use it and post something #what #art

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moved-2-koiranliha · 2 years

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i never posted this HIFSJFOSISNDKSJKHIDNKSNK @rottmnt-incorrect-quotes

leo looks like shit bc im bad at perspective but i think its funny tjat his head is shaped like a guitar pick. this is the best donnie i've ever drawn though.

(click for quality)

#also fun fact when i was first coloring this i accidentally made donnie blue bc i had night light mode on #not like. 0000ff but more indigo #either way he was blue #i am so lucky procreate let me change it and i also didnt use any othwr colors #rottmnt leo #leo rottmnt #rottmnt leonardo #leonardo rottmnt #rottmnt donatello #donatello rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #donnie rottmnt #save rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #disaster twins #fanart #spaghetti art #tmnt

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goldensunset · 4 months

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to be quite honest i think they should have saved the crystal pool cutscene thing for the epilogue as well. i mean i get it it builds on stuff that happened in the indigo disk so it makes the most sense to include it at the same time. but like,., it feels like the true ending to this game y’know? like that hit SO hard. and the way it then sends you to the title screen afterwards and it’s different now, all calm and peaceful and emotional, and then that’s the title screen from now on. like that genuinely feels like oh this game is Over over now after a year. and like oughhh am i right

plus if it were like canon that the mc returns to kitakami after all that stuff it would’ve been a good way to sneak in that little scene while you’re there. of course i don’t know how they’d integrate something that gutwrenching into the silly goofy mochi mayhem plot line but like you get what i’m saying right. cuz with that scene having happened before the silly fun time reunion and epilogue you just know the mc was like fighting for their life in the midst of all this trying not to say anything about it to arven lest he go insane

#like. does he deserve to know? probably. should he know? no not really #he has made his peace and is trying to move on #it might just hurt him again #or on the other hand it might send him running up that mountain (which is supposed to be off limits also)#and desperately trying to get a miracle to happen again #even with the mc with terapagos in tow i doubt it would happen again #bc it’s a closed loop kind of time paradox y’know? the professor had written that the book exchange meeting would happen #but the main story of sv would have looked very different had the professor and arven met then #pokémon #sv dlc spoilers #teal mask/indigo disk #post inspired by the fact that as a shiny hunter i am frequently closing and reopening the software #and keep getting emotional when i’m just trying to chill man!! i’m just chilling!!!#stop making me sad #sv

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daringyounggrayson · 1 year

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just thinking about Indigo and Dick in Outsiders (2003) again

like we went from Dick blaming her for Donna and Lilith's deaths and basically wanting her dead

Outsiders (2003) #1

to Dick quitting the team because her death was too personal

Outsiders (2003) #25

there's just a lot to unpack there

#dick grayson #nightwing #indigo #outsiders (2003)#i am dissecting their relationship in a lab #like they were so interesting and had a lot of wasted potential i feel #i'm sure someone else has probably already made a similar post but i don't want to search for it so i made my own

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chiropteracupola · 2 years

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curse of People Frequently Assume I Know Nothing About Anything

#news from the cupola #pretty sure that it's a symptom of being young and rather silly (both not things I can get rid of at this time)#and also having a tendency to stand there like a tall tbh animal in flannel when I am nervous or have nothing to say #so it's interesting to notice that I don't actually project Everything That Is Happening In My Head out into the room #even though I am constantly worried that I do that #or maybe it's that what I consider basic information is not actually basic information again #do people typically know about block printing? do people know about indigo?#what is the actual standard for accuracy versus ambiguity in character design and where do I fall on that?#this is all to say that I feel like I made a fool of myself in the fabric store even though I probably did not do that thing #and now I feel like I Can Never Return on account of having made a fool of myself (even though I Did Not Do That)#which is very annoying because they have a lovely reproduction printed cotton that would be just perfect for a future doll project #(it's tiny alison. going to be making tiny alison this winter and I'll need a very particular blue-and-lighter-blue floral)

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rainbowcoloredpalmtrees · 1 year

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tagged by: @ramonaflow 💛

My Top 5 Favorite Albums of 2022:

Indigo - RM

Un Verano Sin Ti - Bad Bunny

minisode 2: Thursday’s Child - tomorrow by together

Legendaddy - Daddy Yankee

Jack in the Box - jhope

My Top 5 Favorite Songs of 2022:

Emergency Contact - Pierce the Veil

Still Life - RM, Anderson .Paak

Tití Me Preguntó - Bad Bunny

X Última Vez - Daddy Yankee, Bad Bunny

Closer - RM, Paul Blanco, Mahalia

tagging: @senor-hoberto @spindogs 🫶

#i got tagged!#this was hard bc I’m more of a playlist person #I am also embarrassed by Daddy Yankee’s album name but he can have it since he’s retiring #as a treat #or he better be retiring this tour was supposed to be his last #I asked for a physical version of the indigo album for Christmas but I’ll buy it myself if I have to #most of the songs made it to my chill/sleep playlist #I can’t remember liking an album this much since Pierce the Veil’s collide with the sky

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namsjooning · 1 year

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the indigo album magazine film is for all the people who loved and missed namjoon's album reviews where he broke down the BTS albums

#i am those people #it was so interesting!#loved every minute #honestly it made me love the album even more #namjoon #rm #indigo #bts

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milo-is-rambling · 1 year

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Drove around for an hour after therapy scream singing music and I screamed FUUUCKKK at the top of my lungs a couple times while driving on empty back roads and it didn’t fix me :/

#love when therapy drudges up a bunch of angsty emotions and then just when you’re starting to struggle with facing them she says and that’s #our time text me to schedule your next appointment bye #and then I go to the car and my heart is racing and images of my father in the hospital are in my mind and the sounds of beeping is setting #me off and I keep getting perfect flashes of the picture of his dead body in my mind and his skin was almost yellow but his ears were purple #and I remember walking into the hospital room and seeing him shaking and his eyes rolling back into his head and my mother sobbing and #holding his hand and now my mother is in the shower getting ready to go on a bowling date and I’m counting down the minutes until she leaves #so I can go outside and smoke a cigarette and sob and the world feels like it’s collapsing and no one else seems to even notice anymore #i turn 19 and my father is dead and he is never coming back and my mother is moving on and I feel like i am the only person in my life who #is no longer growing #anyways #screamed so hard to songs on the way home #screaming WHY MUST EVERYTHING HAPPEN AT ONCE !!!!! at the top of my lungs while driving down unfimaliar roads #and it didn’t fix me #indigo de souza you have failed me (and finally made me cry after weeks of not being able to actually cry)#but yeah birthday blues going hard as fuck this year #two weeks until my last year of being a teenager stars

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azullumi · 4 months

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trying different types of kissing with scaramouche?💔 like forehead, neck kisses, hand or anything at all....

“say yes to heaven” ; wanderer/scaramouche

summary — ultimately, he really does just want to be loved, behind the many layers of him to hide all that yearning and longing. but how can he say it when love, for him, was a synonym to forgiveness; alternatively, different kisses with him, with each one signifying a progressing relationship.

pairing — scaramouche/wanderer (w/ gender-neutral reader) ; could imagine this with either but i wrote this with wanderer in mind

tags — established relationship, fluff, a little bit of angst, not proofread, 1.1k ; ficlet

note — i needed an excuse to write a fic that is just all about kissing him and also comforting him (but still, i hope u like this nonnieee!!)

i. hand

You hold his hand and press small kisses on his knuckles, a little bit ticklish it was for him but he doesn’t retract. The feeling of it makes something in his chest ache with an unfamiliar sensation, and he knows it’s not his heart because he never had any.

You kiss the back of his hand, an intimate gesture, like devotion, like he was something—or someone—that should be adored.

“I am no god.” He was no deity to be worshiped so why are you so gentle to him? He wasn’t made of glass nor is he fragile; he was born from ashes of a burned home, he was carved out of war and winter storms and everything that you could ever pray against, he was a symphony composed of nothing but bad luck and conflicting melodies—he was not the kind people would choose to be around, much less adore.

And as if you bear a part of him in your mind, you understood what he was trying to say, could hear the questions that tormented him, could see the conflicted look on him as he looks at you with a gaze that seems to scrutinize your being when only he is looking for an answer. He tries to look for a crack, a gap in your expression, so that he can look through it and see what you’re really thinking.

“You don’t have to be one to be loved.” You press one last kiss on his hand just as you finished speaking, looking up to him. Indigo blue orbs met yours in a gentle gaze, eyes filled with affection only for the other to drown in. If he could put all that he was feeling, all that he was asking and seeking an answer to, into a simple word, it all condenses to: why?

“Do you still have doubts?” You ask, despite knowing the answer. He opens his mouth only to close it again, looking for the words that he should say but chose to be silent instead. And you smile—not a beaming grin nor a subtle paint on your features, but something gentle and comforting as if you’re assuring him: it’s okay, I understand you. I know you.

“You’re not unloveable.”

Loving him wasn’t the hardest thing to do, it came to you naturally as if breathing but the man thinks otherwise. A burnt child who loves the fire will only hear the fact that he is loveable, people just choose not to.

“How do you know that?” You know him well enough to hear the way his voice trembles at the effort to allow himself to be vulnerable. Long was the fall of the tall and formidable walls that he built around him.

“You’re not unloveable.” You repeat, taking hold of his fingers to kiss his hand once more. “Am I not enough proof of that?”

ii. forehead and cheeks

You cupped his cheeks and kissed his forehead, an unspoken language of tenderness in which he took a long time to understand. When love and affection has finally been given to him after decades of yearning, he’s unsure of how to hold it in his hands—does he gently hold it with both? Every bit overwhelms him to the bone, the gratifying yet intense feeling seeps through his being and settles inside of him in a way that it slowly consumes the crevices of his mind, until all that is left of him is nothing but a starved man who only longs for the feeling of your skin against his own.

There was a flicker of warmth in his expression and he closed his eyes as he relished in your kindness, your hands cradling his cheeks with warmth that coaxed his entire existence, your lips pressing against his forehead softly. Then, you started to pepper his face with small kisses and the man could only surrender to your touch, a dance of vulnerability and intimacy as he crumbled into your hold.

No one has ever come this close to him (a closeness that was a stranger to the pages of his past, a tender note composed solely for him), no one and nothing.

You spoke, murmuring against his skin and close to his lips: “Sunshine.” Humor weaves through your tone, teasing the absurdity of the mismatched title and the man who wears it with subtle grace.

“Don’t call me that.” He snarks yet no bite. It’s ironically funny how you use that nickname on him despite him being the complete contrast of it; he stands as the living paradox of the word itself.

The sound of laughter bubbles up in your throat and you answer, “Why not? It suits you perfectly, don’t you think?”

What else should you call the man who grasps the warmth and tender light in his chest only the sun could give? To be with him was to sit in the autumn sunlight, to sleep in the comfort of your sheets when the rain patters against your window, to walk barefoot on the sand even if it feels like shards of glasses against your sole, to be with him was to simply exist; you’ve never met anyone who had the sun for a soul and he has never met anyone who had the stars in their eyes, and while you had the universe etched on the palm of your hands, he has your name engraved on his.

iii. lips

Your lips ghost against his own, albeit in a tantalizing manner, teasing and quite slow—but he wasn’t a patient man.

“Are you going to kiss me or what?” He whispers and you don't waver at his straightforwardness, having been used to this note. There was no hostility in his tone, just pure and raw desperation and desire to feel you.

You could imagine the eye roll he would give you had he not had his eyes closed at the moment, could imagine the frown on his expression while he spoke and could imagine it faltering soon when you finally kissed him, slow as if to savor the softness of his lips and how it reminds you of spring; he could not properly express the warmth on his chest at the thought of how you love him when he still tasted of heartache and war.

You part from him but remained close, foreheads pressed against one another, breathing heavily, and looking into each other’s eyes. You wanted to tell him that you will find him in every lifetime, but the silence between you two was enough to convey such strong affections that you could hear him respond: And I will love you in each one.

(And he somehow finds himself thinking at the same, this is what he deserves. He’d do these, these vulnerable moments where he lays himself bare for you to touch and hold even if you’ll see the scars and cracks on his skin, the falling and getting hurt despite the fear, the burning and constant searching for something, he’ll do it all over again—if it’s you.)

If someone were to ask him what forgiveness tastes like, he would utter your name—everything that he has ever longed for came in the form of you. And he fears that this longing will last forever even while you’re here, that this longing will grow even when he crumbles to dust, that this longing will outlive this body and weave life into the earth that swallows your existence.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin fluff #genshin #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche x you #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche imagines #scaramouche x reader #wanderer scaramouche #genshin wanderer #genshin impact wanderer #wanderer x reader #wanderer fluff #wanderer genshin #azul.writes

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maypl-syrup · 6 months

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Wof shipping requests from over on insta Doing this made me realize I haven't drawn a large amount of canon characters in forever (or like ever)

I am very proud of all of these, I think my favorites are fathom and indigo, and thorn and stonemover

In order: (top to bottom, left to right)

Fathom x Indigo Winter x Qibli x Moonwatcher Blue x Cricket Sundew x Willow Clay x Peril Thorn x Stonemover Turtle x Kinkajou

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idcbabyialreadylostmymind · 1 year

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Blessing

Pairing- Ao'nung x Sully!reader

Summary- You are the twin sister of Lo'ak who is the complete opposite of each other, and when you move with the Metkayina you caught someones eye.

A/N- This was a request

You are the complete opposite of your twin brother, his was rambunctious you were always calm, he was rebellious you were obedient somewhat. He wanted to fight you wanted to collect plants make medicine help to heal people. But somehow you fit each other just right, he was your best friend as you were his.

One time Lo'ak got into major trouble and at communal dinner someone made a joke calling you "the better twin." And it irked you to the bone. "That's not funny." You would say before returning to your previous conversation. And with all of this your father was very protective sometimes you think it's because he sees your Uncle Tommy in you doesn't wanna lose you how he lost Tommy, he never does talk about your uncle but you can just feel it.

When you had to move to the Metkayina clan it was hard but you tried your best to be happy. And when you got there it was nothing like you expected. They said you had demon blood, that hurt but you deflected it as much as you could. And then there was Ao'nung, when he first saw you he thought that his heart was going to explode in his chest your beauty was undeniable. But he was a big teaser at you and your siblings but his sister smacked some sense into him.

He would leave flirty remarks, "Looking good Y/N." When you would swim or, "How's my favorite forest girly doing." He would say or your personal favorite, "Pretty girl." and you would just reply kindly, with a "Thank you Ao'nung." Or a small, "I am fine how are you." and that just wrapped him into your love spell deeper.

Then he started to help you with things, even when you didn't need it. He just wanted a reason to be close with you. You thought he was just being helpful, but sometimes you couldn't help but get butterflies in your stomach when his hand would graze yours when lifting something into the docks, or when he addressed you as pretty girl and it drove you insane.

And now he here he was looking at his reflection making sure his hair was right before he went to talk to your father, Jake Sully. The Toruk Makto. Hell yeah he was scared but it would all be worth it. He walked into your families mauri only Jake was there sharpening his dagger. Ao'nung gulped a wad of saliva. His palms were sweaty and sweat threatened to spill all over his body.

He took a deep breath composing himself. "Hello Jake." Ao'nung spoke bringing his fingers from his forehead outward towards Jake as a sign of respect. "Ao'nung." Jake spoke suspiciously. "If you are looking for any of my kids I do not know except Y/N she's out collecting pearls for her little sister." He said sighing afterwards.

"No sir I just came to ask you something important." Ao'nung said Jake stood up at the seriousness in the younger males voice. "Yes of course what is it." Jake said. "I would like to ask for your blessing to court your daughter." Ao'nung spoke quickly and swiftly. And it seemed all the color drained from Jake's face. "M-my d-daughter Kiri?!?" Jake said running his hands over his face distraught. "No! Not Kiri, Y/N." Ao'nung corrected the male.

Jake turns to him, protective dad overload. And just before he could speak you walked in. "Hello fathe- Ao'nung, hey." You say indigo painting your face as Ao'nung says hello doing the forehead motion to you as he did to Jake, but Jake could tell he was flirting, right in front of him!

Jake looks at the interaction dread filling him. "What are you doing here?" You ask softly putting a bag filled with pearls down looking at him. "Oh I was just asking your father," Ao'nung took a deep breath once again before telling him he was asking for your father blessing. "His blessing to court you." He said turning back to his father.

A sense of excitement and happiness could be felt anyone in a ten foot radius of you. You looked at your father huge smile plastered on your face shaking your head up and down, yes. Your father took one deep breath and closed his eyes before he spoke, "Yes, you have my blessing." Jake said and Ao'nung turned to you and gave you a smile just as big as yours. "But," your dad said making you turn your attention to him. "You don't go anywhere alone I was a teenager not long ago I know what's going through that pea sized brain and I am not, repeat not having a baby under this roof, so help me god I will kill yo-" "Dad!" You yell stopping the threats being thrown at a shocked Ao'nung.

Oh and, when your brothers found out you were being courted all hell broke loose. "How could you let my baby sister be courted but that fish boy!" Neteyam spoke. "I am not a baby." You say as you finish separating fruits as your mother instructed you to. "I refuse to be brothers with that fish." Lo'ak said shaking his head. "I'm not happy about it either but if he makes her happy then let it be." Your father said to them. "Oh you are acting like children." You say throwing a price of fruit at your father.

#avatar 2022 #avatar 2 #avatar 2009 #avatar #avatar way of water #avatar x reader fluff #avatar x y/n #avatar x you #avatar x reader #aonung avatar #aonung x you #aonung x reader #aonung #ao'nung #avatar x sully!reader #sully!reader

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hitomisuzuya · 6 months

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STALKER SCARA STALKER SCARA OVERSTEMING US THE SECOND HE GETS HIS HANDS ON US, HES ROUGH HES JEALOUS HE WANTS U UR HIS

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Overstimulation. Cunilligus. Obsessive behavior. Mentions of stalking and jealousy. Mild degradation. Yandere Scaramouche. Pussy drunk Scara.

😳

There wasn't anywhere you went that Scaramouche didn't follow you. His eyes would always be trained on you from afar, and it helped that you walked practically everywhere. It made it easier for him to follow you.

The green tint of jealousy pooled in his eyes. You'd smiled at Childe several times in passing today. Those smiles should've been only for him. No matter though, Scaramouche would make you forget all about him soon enough.

By overstimulating you while tongue fucking you into oblivion. You would scream it then, cumming hard on his tongue.

His hands felt rough on your thighs, growling as you closed them around his head. He pried them apart, his fingers no doubt going to leave deep bruises on your skin.

Scaramouche had made you cum first on his fingers, pinching and rolling your clit between the pads until you begged for him to put his tongue inside of you. He'd groaned blissfully the moment his lips kissed your soaking cunt.

Shaking fingers tangled in his hair, moaning as you pressed his mouth into your cunt. You grinded your hips slowly into his mouth, eager to soak up any pleasurable friction his mouth could offer you.

Indigo eyes dark with possessive lust, he looked up at you, smirking when he saw you begin to twitch from overstimulation. He lapped his tongue at your cunt appreciatively, sweeping his pierced tongue up inside of you.

Perfect! Overstimulate you so much that it was either focus on him to stay awake, or cry for him to make you cum before you passed out. Either way worked for him since your attention would be focused only on him.

You could barely even think, other than how good his tongue piercing felt scrapping along your sensitive walls. His fingers caressed your hips like they were most precious thing in the world to him, holding your cunt against his mouth as you bucked your hips up.

Your fingernails dug into the back of his head, the dull pain of overstimulation making your legs shake. Scaramouche's tongue lapped obsessively, eagerly drooling on your cunt in anticipation of tasting your cum.

From the way your walls were clamping so tight on his tongue, he knew you were close. Spreading your drenched folds apart, he kitten licked the ball of his tongue piercing across your clit.

"I think..." You trailed off, swallowing a sob of pleasure as it stung white hot behind your eyes.."think I'm gonna cum."

Scaramouche laughed into your cunt, sucking on your clit as he swirled his tongue around it. "Are you that fucked dumb already?" His harsh sucks on your clit made your back arch off of the bed. "You either are or you aren't, you empty headed slut."

"I am! I am!" You cried out, shaking as you squirted on his tongue. You could barely see him through the tears blurring your eyes.

"You taste so fucking good," Scaramouche groaned, brushing his nose on your clit, slurping up your release. "Now relax, I need to taste you again," He teased his tongue at your abused hole when you whimpered blissfully, "I promise you'll cum harder than last time."

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #genshin imagines #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #yandere scaramouche

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