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Romantic Kaveh x male archon reader headcanons?? - ☎️
Thank you, ☎️ for being my first requester! I love Kaveh so much (*squeezes squeezes him like stress ball*). You said headcanons my brain said "write a whole ass fic" and voila aka I obsessed over this day and night
Btw I didn't know what we (reader) was the archon of so I just went ahead and made them Kusanali's/Nahida's bigger dendro archon brother, so warning!!! SPOILERS for the Sumeru archon quest + Kaveh's sad ass backstory (which was revealed in a past event). Reader talks quite formally in this since they're an archon (re: immortal old man)
Enjoy the read, ☎️ Anon! (Goes to fist bump you to hide the fact that I am shaking) I really really hope you like it! And man tagging is HARd. Lowercase d bc it's not fun
Also readers comment/reblog if you like it please please please (offers you thousands of platonic cheek kisses in return + one hug where I awkwardly stick my butt out so I'm not too much in your personal space like Chris pine) thank you for taking a chance on my writing it feels so good to write again but like. Newly.
For new readers, 'Y/N' means "Your Name" for you to self insert yourself into the fic for greater immersion.
Disclaimer: Although this is not a sexual piece featuring smut, this work will feature sexual themes, and it does depict unhealthy codependence and thinking (bc yk, yandere) so if you choose to read, please be 18 and older. Take care! (*Shoots you with the "are you an adult?" Beam. Unsafe for minors- If you are a minor you instantly combust 💥. Adults feel nothing but a tickle 🤗).
[Romantic Yandere] Kaveh x Male Archon Reader: I'll Look Out for You
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Being an archon is... Well, it's a mixed bag of feelings. You constantly had to supervise your nation, and even when you believed you had paid sufficient attention to one issue, another would always crop up. Yes, it's often rare for one nation to have two archon siblings at its helm, and has even led to tragedy, but that won't happen to you and Nahida.
Even when her "Greater Lord" form disappeared, you knew that she was still here with you, because you could feel her existence still within Sumeru, a tiny sap of a thing, thrumming through your veins.
However, your mood did plummet for the period she disappeared, and this was reflected in Sumeru's population as well. See, while Kusanali had personally tended to the Tree of Irminsul and the knowledge of Sumerans, you on the other hand, was directly related to their fates, or rather, their luck. It was something that required great care and attention due to its need for balance. People typically had a base amount of luck in their lives, although there were definitely some whose fate naturally inclined towards better or worse luck. Since you were in charge of maintaining the balance, whenever you were in a poor mood, people's lives in Sumeru tended to... well, go wrong, for lack of a better term, some worse than others.
But! Kusanali is back now, an adorable little being going by "Nahida," who always has questions for you about this or that, as hungry for knowledge as she had been in the past. Imagine the headache you had received when you learned that she had essentially traded her gnosis up for "the truth"! But... that's over and done with, and she's growing more powerful by the day, so now you can divvy up a few tasks for her to handle with that bad-mannered anemo wielder she supervises (you're definitely not jealous of the Hat Guy).
With that settled, it was time for you to go ahead and mend things, focusing on the individuals you had accidentally made prone to poorer luck.
You visited them all in secret, disguising your identity and fixing their life by avoiding or fixing disasters and the process was going smoothly until you find Kaveh. And holy moly. You haven't seen a mortal walking around so prone to bad fate in centuries... And often, it wouldn't be too long before they met their end. You knew that you would have to constantly supervise him to make sure he wouldn't die or end up being scammed.
You care for all of your constituents, but Kaveh is a special case. He is genuinely kind and a good guy to a fault- he is unfortunately too gullible! Many a time you find yourself laughing at the situations he would nearly get himself in, only nearly due to your intervention, of course.
You decide you should go and check on Kaveh after a busy but fun afternoon full of Aranara visits, closing your eyes and honing your archonic senses to find him. Whenever an archon grants someone their vision, there is a tiny, tiny part of the archon's divinity that is implanted within it, making it easier for an archon to track and find their Vision bearer. Location pinpointed, you quickly teleport to him, looking above his head where it showed a darkening clover 🍀, indicating that bad luck was starting to form for Kaveh, who is currently walking through the Grand Bazaar.
Suddenly, a child in front of Kaveh drops a large round Sunsettia, and Kaveh steps on it, squashing it underneath his foot.
"Whoaaa!" Kaveh's voice warbles as he attempts to balance himself, but ends up slipping on the slick juice produced by the fruit, sending him flying forward, briefcase and all.
"Oh shoot," you mutter quickly, stress coursing through your veins.
"Sorry, sorry!" Kaveh crashes into a small merchant stall, but with a quick twitch of your fingers and good luck sent his way, the damage is much more minimal than it would seem to be. Looks like you had good timing.
"Nothing was damaged, but if you really feel bad for the trouble, you can check out my wares..." The well-to-do merchant waves a hand adorned with various gold rings and bracelets over the table's offerings.
"Well! Looking won't be too much trouble!" Kaveh announced, giving a cursory glance at the table when he stops, eyeing something. You move closer, making sure you're still invisible while you look.
"Oh! Do you like this, sir? You have a good eye, indeed!" A merchant boasts, holding up a clearly fake bracelet up to a clearly interested Kaveh.
"Yes... But how much is it?" Kaveh cautiously asks, eyes locked on the bracelet.
"Oh, for you? Only 20,000 Mora!" The merchant grins, a cunning smile that flashes gold-tipped canines. This guy's definitely a skilled conman.
"What!? That's too much!" Kaveh squawks, waving his hand and moving to visit another stall, but the merchant stops him.
"Oh, I understand that the asking price may seem high, but this is one piece from a collection specially made from Clearwater Jade, freshly imported from Chenyu Vale in Liyue! Such fine material and craftsmanship would go for at least four times the asking price normally!" The merchant continues, making Kaveh stop in his tracks. Seeing that he's getting through to Kaveh, the merchant decides to deliver the finishing blow.
"Please, sir! I have three hungry children at home, and if I don't sell something today, we won't be able to eat!" The merchant wails, putting his hands on his face in such a bad performance that you can't hold back a short laugh. You know this guy doesn't have any kids, he could just quickly tell that Kaveh has a bleeding heart, and the dark clover pops up above Kaveh's head again.
"Well..." Kaveh frowns, brows furrowing in obvious sympathy, and picks up the bracelet again. His hand reaches for his Mora pouch, and that's when you decide to intervene, wiggling your finger at the merchant, and suddenly the merchant's table crashes to the ground inexplicably so, sending all of the "premium" jewelry except the one in Kaveh's hand crashing to the ground, breaking on contact.
"No!" The merchant yells in horror.
"Wait!" Kaveh gasps, "This isn't Clearwater Jade!" and poor sweet Kaveh, the fact that this is all he realizes is enough to make you laugh.
"Of course it isn't, you idiot! Go away! You bring bad luck with you!" The merchant angrily shoos Kaveh from his stall. Without further interference from you, the darkening clover 🍀 disappears from Kaveh's head and instead one appears above the merchant's. Balance!
"But wait, your bracelet-" Kaveh tries to give it back but the merchant, clucking over his ruined jewelry, pays him no mind.
"Keep it! Take it with you!" The merchant yells and Kaveh, dumbfounded, walks away, bracelet in hand as you laugh and turn away, deciding that's enough of monitoring Kaveh for the day.
//
"Hmm?" Kaveh turns around, feeling like he hears laughter. Unbeknownst to you, your disguise slips just for a second and Kaveh spots your floating back, a flash of green and his eyes go wide.
"Hey!" He shouts out in reflex, but you're gone, quickly teleporting to your abode.
"Did I just see Greater Lord Y/N?" Kaveh asks himself, before shaking his head, and taking a deep breath.
"Must've imagined it," he mutters, resolving to go home and take a long deserved nap. The stress of his new commission must be getting to him, he resolves before heading home.
//
"Whew! That was a close one!" You breathe to yourself, resolving to be sneakier next time.
And you are! You continue to help Kaveh out in random moments over the next couple of weeks, making sure to stay invisible the entire time but Kaveh's being odd.
Sometimes, after you intervene, he will look right in your direction for a few seconds, and if you weren't certain you were invisible, you'd think he's staring straight at you, before he goes about his day.
//
Lately, things have been going... surprisingly well for Kaveh. It's odd, almost, and in ways that always seem coincidental.
Just the other day a pail of water was falling off a roof above him while he was walking underneath but he was pushed out of the way by a strong force right in the nick of time. And on a different day when he intended to donate a hefty chunk of Mora to a charity for needy children, Cyno and other Mahamatras suddenly interrupted and surrounded the charity spokesperson he was speaking with. They then outed the supposed spokesperson as an experienced conman who's been grifting innocent Sumerans, saving Kaveh from wasting his money.
He's been really lucky lately, and although he hasn't hallucinated seeing Greater Lord Y/N again ever since that day where he almost bought cheap knockoff jewelry from that shady merchant, he has noticed something. Sometimes, on the days when Kaveh avoids disaster, he notices that the air around him seems a little... blurrier, even?
And Kaveh definitely doesn't think that one of the two archons running Sumeru is spending their time following him around but... He recently visited the House of Daena, (on a whim, of course!) and found a biographic scroll labeled Divine Encounters, in which an ancient explorer recounted her encounters with the Sumeran archons. The explorer had claimed that moments before the archons had revealed themselves to her, the air around her had appeared blurry!
But. It all feels very much like whimsical thinking, so Kaveh tries to think of a more reasonable explanation. When he fails to find one, he decides to go the most rational (and annoying) person he knows, Alhaitham.
"I'm telling you, something is going on, Haitham," Kaveh insists to his roommate who was lounging on a daybed and reading a book. "And I keep feeling some sort of presence, it's like- no, it can't be. What do you think of what I told you so far?"
"Hmm," is all his counterpart thoughtfully offers, turning a page of his book.
"What!? Is 'hmm' all you have to say when I come to you with a crisis?" Kaveh huffs, and Alhaitham sighs loudly and places his book down.
"It seems like you've already reached a conclusion that you're hesitant to accept as the possible explanation, by which you're doing yourself a disservice," Alhaitham dryly responds, and Kaveh frowns.
"But the reason I think things have been going well for me- it just wouldn't make sense!" Kaveh explains in an exasperated manner.
"Well. When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth, Kaveh," Alhaitham drawls, and with that said, picks up his book and turns so that he is facing the other way, clearly done with the conversation. Always straight to the point but also such a drama king! Kaveh shakes his head in exasperation, but he's already considering Alhaitham's words.
Strictly speaking, it's not entirely impossible that Kaveh is being followed by an archon...
"But why would Greater Lord Y/N decide to focus on me?" Kaveh wonders aloud, putting his hands on his hips. He has to go back to the House of Daena; he has some studying to do. First- he has to find out where the Shrine for Greater Lord Y/N is located again, and second he needs to discover what the older archon likes. He's ashamed to admit it, but the last time he's offered an offering to either of the archons was in his early adolescence.
It isn't until Kaveh's already left that Alhaitham sits up straight in his chair, wide eyed, having actually processed what he just heard Kaveh say.
"Wait, what!? Greater Lord Y/N? Kaveh! What do you mean?" He uncharacteristically yells out, but Kaveh's already hurrying out the door.
//
"Oh!" A rush goes throughout your body when you're in the middle of purifying a Withering Spot that had oddly made a reappearance, and your body glows with a vibrant green light. You feel like someone's just plugged you in, overflowing with energy, and that can only mean one thing. Someone's just made an offering to you!
It's not a rare occurrence, but it's certainly not a common one! You and Nahida both have shrines, but yours is a bit farther to reach from the city, closer to the Desert Region where many people avoid travelling through due to the blistering heat. You had previously made an agreement with the Hydro Archon in which she agreed to bestow her vision upon Sumeran individuals based in the desert so their lives would be a bit easier.
Excited and fully intending to go and extend a blessing on the faithful constituent, you rush to your shrine and to your pleasant surprise, you see Kaveh of all people there, kneeling near freshly lit incense. Around him is a bouquets of Padisarahs, and a ring of Henna Berries and what looked to be a small figurine of yourself, fashioned from a beautiful material. A rush goes throughout you at the gesture, and you float closer to him, cloaked in invisibility, because it appears you've caught him in the middle of speaking.
"And uh, I'm sorry for taking so long to come and make an offering, Greater Lord Y/N, but I hope you enjoy what I've brought along with me," Kaveh awkwardly prays, and you can't help but feel endeared by him.
"I do," you say aloud, making yourself visible to him and Kaveh shrieks, falling backwards onto his butt.
"AAHH! Y-you," Kaveh stutters, pointing at you, and you smile warmly at him.
"I'm sorry, Kaveh, I didn't mean to scare you," you apologize, floating down until you're standing next to him, offering him a hand.
Kaveh gapes at your hand for a moment before he gently takes it and uses it to right himself. You pretend not to notice how he grips the hand that touches you tightly with his other hand, or the fact that his hands are shaking. People do tend to be a bit reverent when in the presence of an archon, which is fine.
"Greater Lord Y/N knows my name..." Kaveh says aloud in wonder, a slight flush on his cheeks and you cock your head at him.
"Of course. I know everyone borne of Sumeru," you reply matter-of-factly, and Kaveh wilts a bit. You hate the sight of that so you quickly add, "But you are a special case. Not only have you made beautiful works such as the Palace of Alcazarzaray, but you also truly live up to your moniker of 'Light of Kshahrewar'. Within you is a kind soul that appears to... radiate, no matter where you go," you tell him truthfully.
"Oh," Kaveh replies in a breathy voice, flush growing more intense, and then hides his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking. You decide to elaborate. Maybe hearing this will be good for him.
"You try hard in everything you do, and you have not let the darkness of your misfortunes dim you. You're quite the individual, and I'm proud someone like you bears the vision my sister and I represent."
Kaveh remains silent this time, but this time he's taking in deep, shuddering breaths. You feel slight worry, because you did not intend to make him cry.
"Kaveh?" You ask, nearing him, unsure of what's the matter.
"Th- thank you for saying that," Kaveh replies, voice sounding a bit throaty, "I just. I just need a moment," so you nod and gently put a hand on his shoulder, patting it once before leaving it there. A little bit of comfort can go a long way. You think you feel him shiver under your hand, but you're uncertain seeing as how his shoulders were shaking previously.
"Of course. Take your time, I just wanted to come and see who was leaving me an offering," you softly reply, "It's been a while since I received gifts so thoughtful." You bend over and pick up the small statue he made of you, a smile forming naturally on your face.
"I'm glad you like it," Kaveh says bashfully, "I wanted to add something of my own to your offerings. Forgive its rough appearance, I only had wood at my disposal."
"Nonsense; it's perfect, and I will be taking it with me. Well done, Kaveh," you praise, and goosebumps rise on his arms, but you don't notice that.
"Thank you," he says shyly, before blurting out, "for the compliment! But also for everything else you've done for me, and I guess the rest of Sumeru..." He finishes awkwardly, and you laugh.
"It is my duty and pleasure," you say, locking eyes with him, "and now, I shall extend a small blessing of luck upon you in exchange for your sign of devotion today." No darkening clover 🍀 exists above his head, but you intend to reward him in the small way you can.
Warmth rushes over Kaveh, just for a second, and his eyes naturally slip close before he snaps them back open. You are already beginning to levitate, intention to leave clearly made.
"Before you go, forgive my impudence at the implications of this, but have you been..." Kaveh trails off, the last few words of his sentence sounding garbled.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" You ask, and Kaveh's face blanks in panic.
"Forgive me for being presumptuous!" Kaveh quickly falls to his knees and raises his hands, bowing his head, and you can't help but laugh, not unkindly.
"No, that's not it, I genuinely couldn't make out what you were saying," you explain, and Kaveh raises his head, mouth forming an "o".
"Well, I had asked if you..." Kaveh takes a deep breath, standing up but avoiding eye contact, "had been following me the past couple of weeks."
"Ah," you chuckle. So he did spot you! "Yes, I have!" You confirm, full of mirth, and Kaveh looks up at you, shocked. Feeling like this was a good place to end the conversation, you levitated up into the air.
"Safe travels, Kaveh! I'll be watching!" With a twitch of your finger, you order an extra bit of good luck his way, in addition to the blessing, just to be safe. And with that, you teleport away, feeling quite good about the encounter.
//
Kaveh returns home, feeling like a large burden has been lifted off of his shoulders.
So who does Kaveh really have in the end? Sure, his achievements have endured that people flock to him, but it's always on a level that feels very superficial. His relationships never last long, he and his friends never have time to meet, and the person he sees the most seems to care for him and resent him near simultaneously and it's. It's too much to bear.
Ever since the death of his father which he felt partially responsible for, Kaveh has tried his hardest to be someone worthwhile, do something amazing. It's part of why he decided to become an architect, because he wanted to create something people would enjoy and also something he would be remembered for. It's a redemption, of sorts.
His father had died partaking in an event he only participated in in order to impress Kaveh. Then his mother, who couldn't deal with her grief or the depressing situation, moved out of their house to start a new life, leaving him behind, alone. His family name is no longer tinged with tragedy, instead overshadowed by Kaveh's achievements but in the end... Kaveh's mother never returned to Sumeru. She barely even responds to his letters.
Bad things happen to bad people and good things happen to good people, right?
So Kaveh tries to be good.
He smiles, he doesn't hold grudges. He lives and lets live. He gives people chance after chance. He donates to charities and saves animals that are distressed and he gives away his lunch to the hungry and he'll listen to other people's stories. He always gives his commissioners 110% of his effort when crafting for them, even if he disagrees with their vision. He waves to people who refer to him as the "Light" and always gives time and advice to his juniors who look at him with stars in their eyes. He bears it with a smile when he finds out he's been tricked once again or learns that the funding for one of his proposed projects has once again fallen through.
And it pays off! Yes, he lost his house and swims in debt higher than his neck, but now he lives with a roommate? friend? person who obviously cares for him, even if they critique him and every situation he gets himself into. And no, he does not think of the possibility that underneath all of the threats of being kicked out, Alhaitham may one day choose to leave him behind as well. (Kaveh would never admit it but he would be devastated).
He barely manages to keep on going, especially when times are rough, but today? Today proves it is all worth it.
To be recognized, and by an archon like you, it's- euphoric. Elation runs through his veins, makes him giddy in the most senseless of ways. His heart beats fast in his chest, and even his body on a whole, feels ten times lighter than it had before.
The Sumeru Archons rarely make their presence known to anyone- in the past, they had only materialized in front of their most devout worshippers, or those who had made great achievements- heroes, explorers, warriors, like the Traveler! And now Kaveh, of all people, joins that group, met by-
You! Greater Lord Y/N! You, who had touched him, comforted him, praised him- who had seen through the barrier he puts up and had spoken words that had comforted his troubled soul- you are worthy of all the reverence Kaveh can give!
He's- he's shaking, overwhelmed by your magnitude. To have it confirmed that you really were stepping in and interfering with his life to make things easier for him- it, it feels so good. To know that he's under your protection. To know that he doesn't have to worry as much. To know that you care. And Kaveh knows he has people that care about him in his life, but it doesn't feel anything like this, nowhere close to having the attention of a God upon him.
Kaveh passes by Alhaitham in a daze, who gives him a once over and then takes off his headphones.
"Are you sick? You don't look well," Alhaitham says in a blunt manner, and normally Kaveh would feel some sort of way about Alhaitham's choice of wording, but no, not today.
"I just need to be alone right now," Kaveh answers, and Alhaitham stares at him in the Alhaitham way before nodding and putting his headphones back on.
Kaveh walks to his room, and immediately upon re-entering his room, he sees the book he had rented from the House of Daena all about you open on his bed. The page he had left it on had a picture that did not capture you and your features well, but is enough to make his heart race once more.
He instantly recounts details of your encounter with him, turning them over in his head, letting emotions flow over him.
Kaveh shivers again, and desperately tries to regain his composure. There's a burning heat in his chest, and he oddly feels as if he's about to cry at any moment or jump for joy. His stomach is doing its own thing with somersaults, and his hands won't stop trembling. He stumbles on shaky legs to sit on his bed, and decides to try and express what he's feeling, hoping you can feel how genuine he is.
"Greater Lord Y/N, thank you. Thank you," He stumbles through his words, "I- no, this humble servant thanks you for your kindness shown. I won't forget; I won't."
With that said, he gets up and goes to his desk, beginning to work on another figurine of you, similar to the one he had made as an offering, this one will be just for him... for reasons that don't have to be disclosed. He wants to have a version of you he can see and feel and touch, all to himself. When he's done crafting it, he looks around guiltily and hopes you're not watching when he gently kisses the figurine's head. Just by holding it, he feels a sense of excitement, and an idea starts to take hold.
He needs to get started.
//
Sometimes, when Kaveh is taking a break from his new project, he remembers meeting you in that shrine, the kind and patient way with which you had spoken to him, the smile you had given him and it just, does things to him. Things he'll never say aloud and things he'll never act on because at the end of the day he is a mere mortal and you are an Archon, but if you weren't?
He'd worship you everyday in the most intimate of ways. Never a day would go by without Kaveh showing you how much you mean to him. He would give you anything you wanted, even if it meant his ruin, but he knew you were too kind to ever lead him down that path. (But he definitely wanted you to ruin him. Or do whatever you wanted to him, really).
But that's not what's important now! He has to finish this project that would let you know how deeply he cares for you and increase Sumeru's awareness!
//
Over the next two weeks, every time you check Kaveh's location with the intention of helping him out, you find that he's at home, where fate typically does not have a chance to become worse. But on the third week, you finally see that he's out, near the Palace of Alcazarzaray, and you decide you'll pop in on him and have a look at his fate.
Suddenly, you feel a rush run through you this time, but it's much stronger than when a person gives offerings, it's- you squeeze your eyes shut, acknowledgement and gratitude from people, multiple people, and Celestia above, it feels good! You haven't felt this way in a while especially since there has been a festival in your honor for quite a while, so to feel it again and so randomly picks up your mood.
It doesn't appear to be coming from your shrine so you go and let the feeling guide you to wherever the source is, and when you do, you find that you're in the very center of Palace of Alcazarzaray, the large splendid fountain has had its multilayer spout replaced by a large, beautiful statue of you with a plaque that read, "In honor of Greater Lord Y/N, who watches over us".
To the side of it stands Kaveh, obviously the inventor, with a proud smile and bags under his eyes, and although a crowd of people stands there clapping, he seems to be expectant of someone or something, searching the crowd with his eyes.
While you don't like public appearance, you are indeed very pleased with his work and intend to reward him for it in a very public way. Ensuring that you are disguised, you point a finger at the statue, and vines and flora of all different kinds begin to crawl all over the statue in a sheer layer where Kaveh's work could still be seen underneath.
"What? What is happening?" A confused man asks.
"I've never seen transparent flowers!" A woman gasps.
"Amazing! Did you design this function?" A person asks Kaveh, who seems at a loss for words.
Deciding to make your presence a little more clear, lotuses (which signify luck) and padisarahs lift themselves from the ground and come up in the air, intertwining themselves, until they form a beautiful, elaborate flower crown that floats through the air and places itself on Kaveh's head, who still looks shocked. The crowd erupts into noise.
"Oh my Archons!" A person cries out before they outright faint.
"Look! The Lotuses! It must be Greater Lord Y/N! He must be pleased with Kaveh's work!"
"An archon is here!" The crowd drops to their knees, even more acknowledgement and wonder and gratitude is sent your way and you laugh and clap your hands, sprinkling good fate here and there onto them.
For all who are present, clovers drift down from the sky and people reach out to grab them. But for Kaveh, you point at his right wrist and there, a clover and lotus sigil is branded. For he is your favorite, and you genuinely do care for him.
"Thank you," you float over and speak into his ear and Kaveh squeaks, hand going up to his ear and you laugh at his endearing reaction.
"Of course, it was no trouble for me. It's worth it if it's for you," Kaveh says sweetly, and you don't have time to process how you feel about such a statement before someone shouts, "Let's honor Greater Lord Y/N tonight!"
Word quickly spreads and there's a large nation-wide celebration that night in your honor, and it is one of the best nights you had in centuries. Nahida even takes part in the festivities, although many do not know her real identity, while you choose to stay hidden.
You sneak food off plates while people don't look and take sips from people's glasses. The wine is sweet and pungent and it's strong and it's so, so good. You follow Kaveh around as he jovially interacts with people, and every now and then Kaveh will look up to where you're disguised and smile, and you smile back even though you know he can't see it.
Kaveh steps away from the hustle and bustle onto a quiet, deserted street.
"Uh, Greater Lord Y/N? Would you mind coming out for a bit?" Kaveh asks nervously, and you look around, before doing as he asks.
"Yes, Kaveh?" You ask, from behind him, and Kaveh jumps, accidentally bumping into you.
"Oh! Sweet archons, I didn't expect that to work or for you to be so close-" Kaveh rambles, but all you can focus on is that from this close, he smells like the sweet, spiced wine that's been mulled from henna berries. The same type that you and him have been drinking all night.
"I didn't mean to startle you. You asked for me to appear. May I know why?" You ask calmly, and Kaveh slowly blinks at you, before looking down bashfully.
"I want- I want," Kaveh wrings his hands, and you place one of your own on top of his.
"Tell me," you order gently, and Kaveh looks at you and nods. In the space of a second, there's a sort of charged energy between the two of you, and it feels good, hypnotic even.
"Can I kiss you?" Kaveh asks demurely, leaning into your space and he's looking at you so hopefully and wantonly that you automatically say, "You shall," before you even remember what a 'kiss' is.
Kaveh pushes himself closer, and you leave yourself open and patient, feeling his lips and nose brush against yours and the sensation of it is so small and compact, yet enough to make tiny sparks go over your body. And maybe things are going too fast and yes you've only spoken to him once but you know Kaveh.
Plus- it's been so, so long since you've felt this way.
There's a thousand reasons you shouldn't but you lean closer, and press your lips against his once more, hand going to his jaw as you decide to go for a "real" kiss this time, and Kaveh kisses you back just as deeply. It's wet and passionate and slick and a thousand emotions you've forgotten since your the beginning of your archonhood. It's good and you want more.
You don't notice Kaveh's hands digging tightly into your clothes and if you had Nahida's ability, you would've known that all Kaveh was thinking was, "Finally yours."
//
"Aaaand look, Haitham, he even branded me! That means I'm spesha- special!" Kaveh slurs as Alhaitham tiredly helps him into his room on socked feet.
"Yes, very good, Kaveh," Alhaitham dryly replies, taking off Kaveh's flower crown and placing it onto the table and Kaveh frowns.
"Don't be like that! This is a good thing for me, this means everything to me! We're together, you know," Kaveh fires back and Alhaitham rolls his eyes.
"Yes, yes, whatever you say. The bucket's near you bed in case you need it. Night," Alhaitham quickly dumps him on the bed and leaves the room, and Kaveh cuddles into his bedsheets.
The next morning, Kaveh's eyes snap open.
"Did I really- did we? No, that must've been a dream!" Kaveh can't wrap his mind around last night, it seems that he dreamed that you and him kissed! What a wild thing to think!
He goes to brush a hand through his hair and get it out of his face when his hand comes into contact with something soft, and velvety.
He pulls his hand back and in it, is a flower, different from the wreath on his bed, and on it is written, "See you soon, love. Safe travels, I'll be watching <3- Y/N."
Kaveh opens his mouth and screams.
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The End
Note: if you read this far, thanks, (because this turned out way longer than it was supposed to be) But ofc. I love Kaveh! If this was more sexual let's just say Kaveh would've left more than figurines at Y/N's shrine iykyk that's all!!
A few extra headcanons:
Kaveh definitely gets himself into troubling situations so you can come and save him from his fate. It reassures him that you really do care for him.
Every day you make a different flower bloom in Kaveh's hair. he has no problem showing it off to people. He needs everyone to know that he's your favorite, not them.
He still leaves offerings at your shrine on a regular basis, but he'd rather offer his body up instead...
Late into your relationship he'll try to convince you to: a) either try out mortality b) make him live forever- if these don't work, he'll *hypothetically* get to work with Mehrak on a device that could trap/hold an archon so be carefulllll, reader
He goes to sleep holding the figurines he's made of you
Reader is not weirded out by Kaveh. Considers him "really devoted" because archons must've had crazy fans before so
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itsphantasmagoria · 9 months
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Scorpius is a tiny bean and I love him 😭😭😭
I asked @ladderofyears what I should draw (I've been swamped with fest things and wanted to draw for fun! SO MANY FEST THINGS) and she asked for Drarry dads napping with their lil peanut Scorpius, and I will take any excuse to draw him 🥰
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mamayan · 7 months
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i’m here for my reward
can shiggy please piss in my mouth 🙏🏼
thank you yannie ♡
Are you sure you don’t want the kidney too? One incel depraved Shiggy comin’ up♡ Tbh I’ve had this fantasy for a while in my keep for later box. Might expand upon later for all his kinks!
☆彡Game Time★彡
Shigaraki Tomura x Fem! Reader
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CW: Incel Gamer Shiggy • NSFW • Piss Swallowing • Piss Kink • Oral (M) • Degradation (F) • Humiliation (F) • Sub! Reader • DubCon (¿) • Praise (F) • Masturbation (F) • Shiggy is a disgusting dirtbag whom I love ♡
The clicking of the controller was beginning to grate on your nerves.
Your eyes left the phone screen in your hand, tracking his form hunched over in his gaming chair. He hadn’t moved in nearly five hours, still in the same position as when you’d returned home.
Clicking your tongue, you decided it was up to you to save his spine. Only thing that could pull him from this new game was either sex or a blowjob. You still ached from last night, his handling ruthless as he fucked his frustration out on you.
Not that you minded.
Slipping from the bed and your warm cocoon, you padded over stained carpet and kicked aside a few leftover takeout containers to reach his perch in front of the Tv. The room dark without the bright HD flat screen illuminating the space with whatever zombie horror game he was playing. His dark hoodie pulled over his greasy locks, his sweat pants low on his hips with his feet glued to the chair. He couldn’t have been comfortable, but it hardly mattered as you dropped to your knees in front of his chair, not blocking the screen. Least you incur his rage for making him lose.
He’s already lost a multitude of times now, frustration mounting similarly to yesterday, but with a renewed vigor to beat this level.
Even with your pretty face trying to get between his legs, he hardly acknowledges you. When your soft hands reach for his waist band, he’s even helpful in allowing you to tug them down. Normally he’d have glanced down by now, taken in your sultry gaze and sneered. His eyes remain glued to the screen, hands deftly moving as he actually begins advancing.
You’re sold. Happily gripping his half hard cock in your hands, giving a few pumps as he begins to swell fully, girth and length growing under your touch. You know better than to tease him, not now at least. You don’t hesitate to lean into his lap, his torso straightening to allow you closer. Your wet hot mouth breathing over his twitching reddened cock head, the musk and sweat from gaming all day without moving not the most pleasant. It doesn’t matter, your tongue flicking out to lick from the base, over a thick vein which runs from under his shaft, and up to the soft head where you swirl over the slit. Drooling over his cock and slicking him up nicely, earning a low groan and grunt as you swallow half of him. He doesn’t buck or force you further, and you’re even more emboldened as you slowly begin to work him in your mouth, flattening your tongue and allowing your breathing to lengthen. Taking deeper breathes in and slowly letting it out as you finally feel a low burn in your throat as your lips touch wiry deep blue pubic hair. Your nose nuzzling in as you finally take him completely into your throat.
Normally he’d ruin it. Push your head or grind too deep and force you up to cough and suck in air while panicked.
He seems too focused and concentrated to bother with you though, and it’s a good opportunity to enjoy giving him head instead of fighting not to pass out while he face fucks you. Languidly letting your tongue move around his cock, you begin a rhythmic bobbing motion, finding a calmness to this sort of intimacy. It even has your cunt throbbing, thighs rubbing together as you greedily allow a hand to slip into your underwear. It’s enough to have you moaning as you collect your own arousal to slick your clit and softly roll around it. Building your own release as you did his, happy to really take him deep as he huffs and pants above you. The way he’s leaning doesn’t allow you to look up, and with his thighs spread on either side of your head, it’s hard to pay attention to anything but his dick in your throat.
Your moans and whimpers aren’t dismissed by Tomura though. He’s quite aware you’re getting yourself off like some sort of cam slut while taking his cock in your filthy mouth. He knows you’re shaking your dripping cunt and shoving your fingers inside, but he’s winning right now, shockingly able to focus better as he feels his cock twitch in your tight contracting throat.
“Fuck— don’t think of stopping slut, you better take my load straight into your stomach— hhsss,” he hisses in pleasure and irritation as his balls tighten, your free hand moving to fondle and roll his nuts between your little fingers. His shoulders hunch, but his dark tired red eyes don’t even close anymore as he nears the close of his level. He’s sweating, jerking a bit but trying his damndest not to lose this fucking game again even as his lower stomach burns painfully for release. You’re not stupid enough to slow down either, working his slobbery cock between your lips and in your mouth much like the slut he calls you. Messily squelching and noisily sucking, nearly an ASMR for blowjobs for any loser listening in.
Your eyes water, his orgasm prolonged due to your initial slowness to enjoy the sensations of his cock, but you aren’t deterred as your own orgasm nears, your cunt nearly as loud as your mouth from how wet you are. Moving your hips just right, you struggle to push your own fingers just deep enough to rub where you want them, to stretch yourself out enough to really feel it. If Tomura bothered to look down, he’s see a debauched and beautiful sight, your soaked face and watery eyes desperately trying to swallow his cock while you get yourself off.
“That’s it, ugh, dumb mouth is good for something huh? Fuck I’m gonna cum, fuck, fuck, fuck—,” his teeth are gritted, face nearly enraged as his eyes pop wide and lips tear a little at the corners, not realizing he’d been drooling while panting. His eyes don’t move from the screen even as you yelp, his thighs moving to wrap around your head and face as he shifts his hips up to push too deep down your throat. His feet act like a vice lock around your neck.
Gagging you as your tears leak like a broken fountain, trying to shake your head or pull away.
He cums harder than he ever has before, the burning in his cock making his own eyes water, but still his hands don’t stop until he finally enters through a save portal. He’s laughing now, his game saving as he finally beats this shitty level, finally allowing his eyes to look down as your hands pathetically try to push him off so you can breathe.
Your eyes are open and reddened, snot and tears running down your face and ruining your mascara. You’re a pitiful sight for sore eyes.
“Haha! What’s wrong whore? You wanted this! Who put my fucking cock in your mouth huh?!” He’s elated, moaning and humping your face while he sets his controller aside to dig his hands into the torn armrest cushion as he empties his balls into your stomach.
“Fuck I gotta piss, fuck fuck, you’d like that wouldn’t you? Huh? I can’t fucking hear you!”
“Mngh!!” You can’t get away, not even mindful of biting down as you feel your throat beginning to throb in a burning pain, already having swallowed all of his cum.
“You wanna drink my piss slut? Fuck you do, don’t you? Haha! Okay Princess, anything for you~” He’s manic, so high from the harsh orgasm and delayed gratification of beating this level. It’s a bit odd at first, feeling your warm tight throat around him not his usual comfort as he unloads, but he relaxes quick enough as he moans, eyes rolling back as he begins to piss down your throat.
Like his hot cum, this wretched load goes straight into your stomach, and you’re unable to stop the cough which chokes his dick and yourself as Tomura finally unlocks his legs. His quick grip in your hair prevents you from escaping as he holds his semi-limp dick cackling, you’re helpless as you finally drag in air through your mouth, as his rancid piss hits your tongue and face. You’re forced to swallow more as you feel your lungs burning even now.
“Look at you Princess! Finally got ya that new moisturizer!” He only finds it hilarious, breathing heavily as he finishes all over your body. His eyes track down your sorry figure, landing on your hand still shoved down your pants and moving.
Your shudder and gargled noises finally stopping as you go limp against his thigh, resting as you pant and twitch.
“Dirty little slut, did my piss push you over? Fuck that’s hot, hey,” a tap against your face has your eyes wearily looking up.
He looks insane.
“Let’s do that again, this time I want you to piss on me while you cum.” His smile makes fear and anticipation blossom inside your stomach.
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pet-cemetery-emotes · 3 months
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Minecraft trident emotes? :D <3 Maybe even hugging a trident!
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Trident, trident hug, trident point, trident KILL
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namelessayakashi · 2 years
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Prompt: batblob getting very excited about his favorite tv show/movie
you, beloved anon, get not one but 8 drawings bc i HAD to make it a lil comic -- i present to you, batblob finding out his favourite series has been rebooted on tv
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& ofc, as all reboots binges go, so-n-so hours later:
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sunriseabram · 11 days
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“What do you want, Neil? Spit it out,” Andrew replied. He wasn’t known for his patience. “I want you to tie me up,” Neil said. Andrew didn’t have to even think about his answer. “Okay.”
“Not sexually,” Neil clarified. Andrew nodded. “I just…I want to get over—get better at—dealing with whatever the fuck is going on up here.” It made sense. After all, exposure therapy was a real thing. Bee had talked about it once as a treatment for PTSD: slowly exposing someone to their triggers in a safe environment to lessen their fear. However, for most people, that normally consisted of going to the supermarket rather than trying to overcome a kidnapping, near-death experience, and two weeks of back-to-back torture. “Most people go to therapy,” Andrew argued. “I’m not most people,” Neil retorted. “I don’t trust them, but I do trust you.” - Or very asexual bondage where Neil asks Andrew to tie him up as exposure therapy.
Read it here!
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luigraphics · 2 months
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HIII would u be willing to do 3rd life red life joel smallishbeans graphics? If possible, maybe incorporate the bisexual flag :3c. If u dont feel like doing graphics then icons would be alright as well! I would also prefer if u dont use fanart !
— @bisexual-beaners
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Hi!! ^w^ here's your request!
There really weren't many good Joel gifs out there (the one I& used for the second banner I& had to make myself&) so for the first graphic/banner I& made an animation in Mine-imator! If you wish to use this animation separately for anything, here it is!
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(had to compress it to hell and back for Tumblr to even consider posting it T_T gif masters how do you force this hellsite to cooperate... apologies for the quality!!)
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shampookoski · 3 months
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✦ caelus in TGA candidacy video: a story that never grows dull ↳ requested by anonymous
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fraserstanclub · 1 year
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SAM HEUGHAN 🏆 2022 BAFTA Scotland Audience Award Winner 🏆 ↳ 20 November 2022 [ Requested by Anonymous ]
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jackactuallywrites · 27 days
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LISTEN LISTEN LISTEN
let's say there's like a little get together with people from the base in a pub, MC is DOWN BAD for ghost, but she's a fucking pussy + ghost is scary + if he'd report her confession to HR it's instant over for shawty + ghost is scary + ghost is scary (and hot) MC is there with her 2 besties obviously and they're drunk and tease the fuck out of MC MC almost goes to talk to Ghost and there's some woman that's already talking to him and MC is like OH 🧍‍♀️and that bitch gets CLOSE
MC is like you know what IFEELSICKIHAVEAHEADACHEIMGOINGBACKTOTHEBASE BYE
IMAGINE ✨
YES THIS IS THE LEVEL OF DETAIL I LOVE
Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x reader
Rating: Mild
Warnings: Drinking and barfing and Liverpudlians 🤢
Summary: You get drunk at the pub and your friends try to convince you to hit on Ghost
Notes: I will be beating the rest of this plot out of @xxven 😌 (also if you want to make a request make it this specific it’s perfect)
Word count: 946
The pub was supposed to be a pinnacle of Friday night entertainment. You went down there with your girls, you got a bunch of drinks down your neck, and then you got to what you did best: you sat and checked out what soldiers had come to the pub and ranked them based on their attractiveness. If you were lucky, you might get off with one in the alleyway behind the pub. It stunk of rancid piss and occasionally vomit, and more than once, you’d been spotted by one of your superiors and given guard duty in the midst of your soul-destroying headache as your punishment, not exactly what you’d call romantic, but it was fun.
Tonight, there were other things on your mind.
As usual, there was the typical collection of drunken louts and gorgeous men, a true pick and mix of good and bad, as well as a dream’s selection of women, each one entirely different from the last, yet completely spellbinding in their own way. However, none of those caught your attention. It was the terrifying man at the bar who drew your eye.
Lieutenant Ghost Riley.
Your friends hadn’t understood your attraction to the man initially, citing that how you could ever be attracted to someone if you never saw their face, but you’d pointed out his height, his muscles, the quiet confidence with which he carried himself, and they’d come around. They’d even admitted that there was something sexy about the way that he could be anyone under that mask; whatever they wanted him to be, a perfect blank slate for them to project all of their dreams and desires onto. Of course, the problem for Katy was the reputation that came along with the man, and for Liverpudlian Elle, the fact that he was from Manchester was a complete dealbreaker, but neither of those things had ever bothered you.
“So why don’t you go over and talk to him?” Katy didn’t seem to have any such problem going straight to men and asking for exactly what she wanted, and she expected the same from everyone. You didn’t consider yourself to be entirely socially anxious, but it was Ghost. Anyone with sense was nervous around that man, and you told Katy as much, “-even if you ignore the whole ‘terrifying’ thing, what if he reported me to HR? I could get shipped off to the other side of the world, at best.” Katy considered your words thoughtfully and then walked off, scoffing as she went, “Pussy.” Elle nodded sagely, “She’s right. Stop being chicken and talk to the man. I mean, if I was like that, I never would have gotten off with that fit marine.” You turned up your nose at her, “The married one who gave you the clap?” Elle rolled her eyes at you, “That was the other marine.” You hummed, “Well, God forbid I miss out on opportunities like that.”
A clinking of glasses foretold Katy’s return, a headache’s worth of shot glasses in her hand, and she set them down on the old wooden table. “Either you go and talk to him, or you do four shots.”
It was quite a conundrum for you; either there was going to be a whole lot of puking, or you’d have to drink a bunch of shots. You could see Ghost standing at the bar still, looming over everyone like a spectre, and the idea of going up and talking to him made your insides tense. Four shots was long from what you’d done in your uni days, so you took them one after the other, wincing at that familiar burn down your throat.
If you hadn’t already been several pints in, you might have cottoned onto the fact that Katy and Elle had planned on either outcome: either you would talk to Ghost tipsy, or you would talk to him ten minutes later absolutely sloshed. As it happened, four shots later, you had more than enough drunk courage to speak to the man, though your motor skills were no longer entirely on your side. In fact, it seemed as though the chairs and tables had conspired to get in your way as you tried to make your way to the bar, blocking your way long enough for you to see someone already at Ghost’s side.
You couldn’t see anything of their face, only the beret on their head and brunette hair, their body being just as nondescript and draped in camouflage as the rest of the bodies in the pub, but it was enough. The alcohol had been behaving well enough in your stomach, yet now that you were confronted with having lost your opportunity with Ghost, it was beginning to roil and churn within you, the prickling of acid at the back of your throat. Your only saving grace now was that you knew where the exits were, and you tripped and stumbled over the chairs and legs until you were finally out in the cold open air, your own feet seeming to betray you, and you fell to your knees, your hands on the freezing concrete as you fought to keep control of your stomach. You felt the familiar hand of Katy on your back, gently rubbing as Elle tucked the loose strands of hair out of your face and placed a glass of water in front of you. They had been the instruments of your destruction, yet they were there to save you as well, a delicate balance perfected over years of sisterhood.
“It’ll be okay,” Katy cooed, “he didn’t see.” Elle agreed, “Yeah, nobody saw. This will all be a bad memory soon enough.”
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riahlynn101 · 4 months
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Can you make a mike x Vanessa fic where Abby catches them kissing it would be so funny
Apologizes for not getting to this sooner :D!!
Also, sorry if this appears unedited. I did my best, but I'll likely have to go over it when it's not one in the morning.
Thank you for the request :D!!
-x-x-x-
It’s late at night. The sky outside is dark and dotted with stars. It’s long past her bedtime, but Abby doesn’t care.; if she hears Mike coming down the hall, she’ll pretend to sleep. It works every time, though that may be because her brother has no energy to scold her for being up late. (How can he when he’s also wide awake? Since he no longer takes medicine to help him sleep, Mike has gone from never being awake to always being awake. That should be better, but it worries Abby. She doesn’t want her brother to get sick, like their mom did.)
Thankfully, her brother has Vanessa. She’s the one person on this entire planet, dead or alive, that can force Mike to go to bed. It’s amusing to watch her threaten to arrest Mike if doesn’t go lay down. She’s never serious, at least Abby doesn’t think she’s being serious.
Abby finishes her latest drawing, holding it out in front of her. It’s of her, Mike, and Vanessa. Tomorrow at dinner (because Vanessa leaves the house before she wakes up, and her brother leaves for work as soon as Abby’s on the bus), she’ll show it off to them.
She sits there, staring down at her paper. But she can still hear them up, laughing in the living room. It wouldn’t be wise to leave her room, lest her brother know her plan to stay up past her bedtime. Maybe she could surprise them with it by hanging it on the fridge?
Nodding to herself, Abby grabs the paper off her desk.
She tiptoes down the hallway, being extra mindful to avoid the spots that squeak. (Which is hard because their house is old and rundown. The doors creak, the floors squeak, and the foundation never seems to settle).
Abby ducks down, hurrying past the living room where a movie’s playing and into the kitchen. A kitchen that, in her focused-state, she failed to notice has the lights on.
Abby makes her way to the fridge. Silently she celebrates, pinning the picture in place with a magnet. She’s sure Vanessa and her brother will be so happy when they see her picture.
Happy, she turns to head back to her room. Only to bear witness to the worst, most horrible thing imaginable. She gags because there, at the opposite end of the kitchen her brother and Vanessa are kissing. Distantly, it reminds her of mom and dad. How they used to be, before mom got really sick. But the sight is unfamiliar and more gross than sweet, because it’s her brother.
“Gross!” Abby shouts, wrinkling her nose.
Their attention is instantly on her. “Abby?” Mike asks, concern obvious in his voice. “Did you have a bad dream?”
“No, but I’m about to. You two are gross!”
Vanessa looks down sheepishly. “Sorry, Abby, we thought you were asleep.”
“You should be asleep. Why aren’t you?”
Still trying to erase the mental image of what she saw, Abby points at the drawing on the fridge. “I drew all of us. Thought it might make you guys happy.”
“Oh,” her brother says, smiling softly, “thank you, Abbs. I love it.”
“I love all the colors you used,” Vanessa adds thoughtfully. There’s something vulnerable in her eyes, but Abby can’t decipher what. She’s always so hard to read.
Mike looks at her. “Why were you drawing at two in the morning?”
Abby stares back at him. “Why are you kissing people at two in the morning?”
“I gave her a peck on the lips, Abbs.” He shakes his head. “And I’m an adult. Which means I don’t have a bedtime.”
She sticks her tongue out at him, running back to her room. It is getting late, and unless she’s actually sick; Mike isn't going to let her stay home.
“I love you, too!” Mike yells after her. Beside him, Vanessa has a hard time containing her laughter.
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itsphantasmagoria · 8 months
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Draco in his pink drink hot girl summer phase
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I have about 37762895 things I should be working on but @jazminesays summoned me in the discord with this idea and I had to do a super quick one of it because COME ON.
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Hi there, how are u? It's me, anon 🌲. Do you write specific scenarios? Like, someday, the crush of Shigaraki/Dabi/Spinner is on LOV hideout and Muscular starts flirting with her (but she was visibly bothered) and when she tries to leave, Muscular pulls her into a forced kiss and after that she shows disgust and finally manages to physically leave. I wonder how they would react. (Btw, I really like your writing, thanks for accepting my other request).
Hello Anon 🌲, hope you’re doing well 💕 I absolutely will do a specific scenario! I’m feeling mini blurbs right now, so we’ll go with that!
Warnings: NONE!
Tag list: @sharpcheddarcheese
Shigaraki Tomura
He was originally not mindful of Muscular’s behavior, the villain familiar with the other’s straight forward and albeit different way of interacting with others. He knew you could handle yourself, confident that Muscular wouldn’t be trying to start any fights and ruin their hideout or something ridiculous.
He didn’t account for other intentions though. Truly not even fathoming that Muscular was trying to seduce you.
You. His.
Your back was to him across the bar, Muscular’s towering form standing in front of you with his arms crossed and smirk on his sharp features. Tomura mindlessly acknowledged his interaction with you, looking up from his switch momentarily to take in your pretty form from behind in. Never mind how his gaze dropped to your ass, he was just checking on you.
His gaze returned to his switch, focusing again on his game as the news played on low, mingling with the noises the other members made to create the perfect white noise for him to focus.
It wasn’t until your voice slightly raised that his eyes snapped up again, finding your form attempting to step back, stopped by a massive hand on your bicep. It’s quick, he hardly has time to stand up before you’re being pulled forcibly into and up towards Muscular, his hulking form overshadowing you and your yelp muffled by his lips.
Time seemed to freeze for him.
Except his body was moving faster than his mind, his hand raised, all five fingers ready to dust this mother fucker-
“Shigaraki-sama!” It’s Kurogiri which saves Muscular’s life.
He’s pulled back to reality as Kurogiri teleports Muscular away from his raised hand, his loyal but stupid underling standing protectively in front of you, as if he’d ever hurt you.
“Move” he ordered.
“Shigaraki-sama, please think—”
“I said move!” While Kurogiri certainly wanted only the best for him, he still dutifully stepped aside, at least comforted by Tomura’s more calm demeanor now. It’d certainly been a while since Tomura had any outbursts of rage or immaturity, so he was given the benefit of the doubt.
You’d tripped over a chair in your panic, the shock of Muscular’s forceful assault, Kurogiri pushing you back, and your boss now towering over you so menacingly you wondered if you were going to be killed for insulting him somehow.
Except he holds out his left hand, a half glove covering his pinky offered and not his fully uncovered hand.
Tomura is quiet, face impassive as you take the offered hand and he, surprisingly gently, helps you up.
“Boss…” your cautious tone and weary eyes have his chest constricting painfully, but he’s still infused with rage and no real outlet. The hand which helped you up is quick to grab your jaw and force you forward, shock keeping you pliant and not fighting out of his hold, and fear he’ll use his other hand to make you obedient.
“See her, Muscular?” His ruby gaze, framed by dark circles and his messy bangs, stare straight at the blonde who had been moved across the room. The man looked a bit manic, grinning and crouched as if ready to fight.
“Let me catch or hear you approach her again for anything not mission related…” his face turns nasty, gripping your face a little tighter despite the way you trembled in his hold, “I’ll fucking send you to hell.” His smile is grotesque, filled with nearly unrestrained malice and rage.
You’re manhandled out of the bar, dragged by Tomura towards his room. You aren’t really given a confession, but it’s not hard to put the pieces together to know he was jealous.
Dabi
Like a cat to a mouse, Dabi is always tracking your movement and actions whether you’re aware of it or not. He’s not overtly obvious most of the time, but occasionally he likes to make you uncomfortable with his proximity and wicked gaze.
It’s actually quite difficult for Muscular to approach you at all. Dabi’s ability to manipulate the room and his areas of contact incredibly well. Normally, you’re in the company of Toga or Magne, or within his near grasp. He’s not easy to slip past, nor is Toga or Magne, but today you’d returned from a successful intel collection early and were reporting to Shigaraki. Even Dabi can’t control some things, much to his displeasure, so there you were… unattended.
Ironic for a villain like you.
It left you wide open for Muscular’s approach, Dabi not present yet, as the enormous blonde villain pitched his shot.
Unsurprisingly, you aren’t impressed. Visibly recoiling at his attempt to further invade your space, and spiking your irritation. Rules are rules though, and quarreling amongst each other is frowned upon, especially within the hideout. So, like a reasonable adult, you try to remove yourself from the situation. Not that it works, Muscular clearly unfazed by your rejection and repulsion towards him. His meaty palm and fingers digging into the fabric of your top and yanking you towards him violently, his eyes wild with disdain and humor as his lips connect with yours, teeth clashing painfully as you bite your tongue and blood fills your mouth.
Dabi chooses that moment to stroll in, hands stuffed in his pockets, posture relaxed as he surveys the room upon entry.
Just to see Muscular’s piece of shit actions and set him off.
Rules are damned before this man, crusty face could whine all he wants, as a hot iron fist connects swiftly across Muscular’s face. Skin and tendon are charred, Muscular’s quirk in overdrive to protect the bones in his face from shattering. It sends Muscular a few steps away from you as he catches his balance and looks up in surprise at Dabi’s blatant display of hostility. Despite Dabi’s full toothed grin on display, his eyes were taunting as his flames licked away at his purple skin.
Dabi’s free hand easily wraps around your waist, a steel bar more than anything to keep you where he wants you and not scampering away like you enjoy doing. Keep the peace and all that, despite this shit hole being a gang of villains.
“Hey fuck face, did you lose something?” His teasing could easily be misinterpreted as his usual display of disrespectful playfulness, but his tone gave away his inner fury. Someone touched his toy. That’s all the reason he needs to light someone up.
Muscular chuckles, aware of Dabi’s blatant display of childish possessiveness over you, enjoying riling up his powerful ally.
“No, I don’t think did.” His booming laugh only has Dabi’s staples pulling at his skin painfully, his grin too wide to be anything but a display of aggression.
“Ah, then you must want to lose something!” His attitude of eliminate the irritant clearly shared, but both men are disrupted by Kurogiri’s appearance.
“Need I remind you gentleman of the rules?” Despite being unable to see his expression, it’s not hard to guess that the smokey villain is displeased. Shigaraki not too far away focused on the scene, but quite and observant for now.
“Pussy” Dabi chuckles, still smiling but unmoving until Muscular finally throws his hands up playfully, making a show of leaving despite his eyes saying otherwise. Even with the big man gone, Dabi’s grip on you doesn’t loosen, if anything it becomes tighter.
“Dabi…?” Your curious question finally brings that dangerous gaze over to you. He looks pissed even smiling. Were you really so damn stupid? He’d thought you smarter than this.
“What’s wrong doll? Upset I sent your boyfriend away?” He’s baiting you, it’s obvious he is, but it could spell bad news if you aren’t careful in answering. Thankfully, you’re at least semi-versed in dealing with the flame wielding psychopath.
“Thank you” wise words, appealing to his ego and not taking the bait either.
He sneers, finally dropping the false smile and showing a hint of his true displeasure. “Next time, I’m incinerating the doped up piece of shit.” He’s leading you out of the bar now, hand still around your waist like a vice and keeping you close. He’s visibly calmer with you in his grasp, his movements dragging you into a hallway not often used by other members.
You’re rudely pressed up against the wall, Dabi’s frame caging you in as he looks at you with those eyes so similar to his flames. Blue but radiating a dangerous heat.
“Now, how are you going to repay me for cleaning these lips he sullied?” His question can’t be answered, not when he’s smashing his own lips passionately against your own. A possessive grip around your throat a reminder to who you belong to.
Spinner
He’s in the middle of playing video games with the boss when it happens, Muscular’s unwanted advances and kiss.
It leaves him reeling, as he looks up just in time to see the massive blonde smash his lips to yours, your hands pressed against the man’s chest to try and push him off. It’s all Spinner really needs to confirm it’s not welcome, and inwardly he’s grateful it isn’t welcome. He’s on Muscular in an instant, enraged at the display of aggression and assault of your lips as a member of the League. He might not have been as angry had it been Toga or some one else, but it was you and he hadn’t even been able to confess yet, let alone be turned down.
Muscular easily dodges, his movements taking him away from your figure as you remove yourself from the scene, viciously wiping your lips in disgust.
It doesn’t get past Spinner’s eyes, his mask not hiding the way they narrowed at Muscular in rage. Spinner’s scales itched at the way Muscular was looking at you.
“Hey asshole! You tryin’ to pick’a fight with me?” He’s crouched and ready to knock the shit out of Muscular, who also doesn’t back down, grinning.
“I don’t see how it’s your business kid.”
That was the wrong thing to say, especially because it was said in front of you. Spinner has no hard feelings towards Muscular normally, but the blatant disrespect for you and himself wasn’t going to slide.
“You’re wrong if you think I ain’t gonna kick your ass—”
“I’d like to see it! Show me some blood kid!”
“OUT!” Spinner and Muscular are gone in the blink of an eye. Kicked from the hideout to prevent any damage or drawn attention. Kurogiri briefly muttering lowly about immaturity and such, before moving back to his earlier position behind the bar. Shigaraki remained impassive, though mildly irritated. His red eyes looked at you, as if you intentionally caused this mess.
You rolled your eyes, shrugging as if it couldn’t be helped, but you were inwardly concerned for Spinner.
Your worries were for naught. He was back in less than an hour, drenched and complaining about a fountain which was his landing spot. Muscular did not return, but you couldn’t help the smile of gratitude you sent Spinner’s way. If the the masked villain could blush, he would’ve, but it wasn’t hard to tell he was flustered by the way he slightly panicked under your stare. It only made your smile grow founder, his antics cute despite the rough attitude he adopted.
You corner him later in the evening before he leaves for the night, blocking his path in the empty hallway with arms spread… because he has escaped before by sliding past you. You wouldn’t be shocked if he pulled more moves out of his pocket to evade you, but thankfully he’s too shocked by the encounter to properly dodge your attack.
He’s pinned now, to the wall, your arms on either side of him. A full kabedon.
“W-what are you playin’ at?!” He looks mildly horrified, eyes visibly wider as he so gently goes to move you back, hands appropriately on your shoulders. You don’t budge, because he’s using enough force to push a feather and it’s not hardly enough to constitute him wanting away from you. In fact, inwardly he’s melting, because you’re so willingly close to him right now. He’s not sure if you’re here to threaten him though, because he did butt into your business which you could’ve handled on your own. He didn’t think you were weak by any means! Nor was he trying to say with his actions you couldn’t do an even better job of kicking Muscular’s ass than him! Because you could!
He can’t sweat, but if he could, he’d be even more drenched than he was by the fountain. Nervous and awaiting your berating of his actions.
It doesn’t come.
Instead, Spinner is shocked senseless by something soft pressing against him, and so warm too. You. You were pressing up against him, and he was ready to shake right out of his skin! His brain short circuits, unable to lift a single claw to stop your soft lips from pressing against the side of his face, a cheek kiss!
“Thanks, but next time let me get in trouble, we gotta split it up evenly ya know?” Your sweet giggle and scent already had him in heaven, but your reasoning to split up the trouble was even more heart melting. Like partners in crime?!
His imagination is left to run wild, his body still frozen in place against the wall even as you leave.
Did the kiss mean you like him too or…?
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pet-cemetery-emotes · 25 days
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ccan we have zombie versions of te canibalism ones if u arent doing that already :3
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HOW COULD I FORGET </3
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On My Knees (L. Hemmings x F!Reader) [18+]
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Description: Luke feels neglected whilst you’re shut away working and wants nothing more than to make you feel good. What you have in mind is far more torturous than he could’ve imagined.
Warning(s): mild language, 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, D/s dynamics, face sitting/oral (f), begging, use of nicknames, Luke is the Biggest Sub Ever, praise, soft restraints, if I missed anything lmk!
Requested? Yes “i don't know if you're taking requests again but if you are... can you write something about luke begging to eat you out and/or soft restraints with some fluff?”
                                                       -/-/-
“Babe...” Luke’s voice called through the ajar door of your office. The last of your paperwork was finally in-sight, but far from finished.
“Hm?” you responded, eyes fixed to the screen of your laptop as you tried to navigate the wordy email you’d been sent by a colleague.
“Don’t you think it’s time for a break? You’ve been working so hard,” he stated gently as he stepped inside and shuffled over to you in your desk chair. Luke draped himself over you from behind and pressed light kisses against the top of your head.
“I’m almost done, sugar, I promise.” He let out an annoyed whine and nipped at your ear, earning a surprised gasp in response.
“Fine, make yourself comfortable, Bambi..." Your instructions were followed enthusiastically as Luke moved to sit at your feet, resting his arms on the tops of your thighs. Whilst reading the last of the email, you began running your fingers gently across the nape of his neck and into his light blonde curls. Something you knew would have him as putty in your hands in an instant.
It was a sight to see; your 6'3" boyfriend sat at your feet, half under your desk whilst you played with his hair and let your nails graze his scalp. As you continued to make him melt, you tried your hardest to keep your composure, though it was proving difficult.
Every so often you cast your eyes down and met his gaze. Pleading, bright blue doe-eyes looked up at you. Eventually, after another long fifteen minutes, you relented and sat back in your chair.
“You’ve been such a good boy... What do you think your reward should be?” He rose to high-kneel in between your legs and leaned in for a kiss, but stopped just shy of your lips.
“- want to taste you. S’been so long -” You let out a soft laugh as your fingers grazed along his cheek.
“It’s been less than a week. Remember Monday? Before that ‘big lunch’ we were supposed to have with the boys?” A reminiscent smile spread across his plush, pink lips.
“But I miss it...” You relented and drew him in for a languid kiss, nails still gently scratching at his scalp.
“Go and get comfortable, I’ll be right behind you.” Eager to please, as always, Luke wasted no time in following your instructions. You went through the motions of signing out, turning your laptop and desk lamp off before making any attempt to join him.
He was sat on your shared bed, in the middle, legs crossed, waiting patiently. Luke watched as you stepped into your shared space and stood at the foot of the bed, contemplating how you could draw it all out.
“How badly do you want to taste me, hm?” Luke moved to kneel in front of you and you could see him slipping, second by second, further into his submissive headspace.
“I’ll do anything... Anything.” You accepted his offer with messy, hungry kisses. They grew more heated with each passing second, pushing a rosy blush across his cheeks, neck and ears.
“Please -” With your hands against his chest, you gently guided him back to lie down on the bed, amongst the pillows and covers.
“Are you gonna be a good boy?” He nodded enthusiastically and allowed you to undress him, piece by piece until he was just in his underwear.
“Promise?”
“Yes - Yes, I promise,” Luke assured you breathlessly as you began leaving marks from his throat, down his chest and over his stomach. You sat up and for a moment, removed yourself from him to take off your sweatpants and t-shirt. Now that you were down to your underwear, Luke expected you to climb back on top, but instead, you headed to the wardrobe and dug out two silky scarves.
“You can taste, Bambi, but you can’t touch...” He let out a throaty whine as you climbed back onto the bed and began tying his wrists to the bed frame - nothing too tight, but enough to make sure he did as he was told.
“You wanna make me feel good, sweetheart, hm? Wanna show me how good that mouth of yours is?”
“Yes - Yes please,” he pleaded with a desperate rasp in his voice as you shuffled up his body to hover your bare cunt over his face. Blue doe-eyes looked up at you from between your thighs and gave you a reassuring nod to lower yourself down.
“More,” he hummed as the tip of his nose and his lips came into contact with your slick heat.
“Are you sure, Bambi?” Luke continued to kiss and lick as best as he could, though you were ever so slightly too far away. He nodded again, fixated on the taste of you as you finally eased yourself all the way down, against his face.
“Fuck -” you gasped at the delve and push of his tongue through your folds before he latched on to your clit.
For as soft and unassuming as he may look, Luke had everyone fooled. Though his submissive and instruction-driven demeanour in the bedroom meant he was normally at your mercy, you couldn’t deny the way he was talented with his tongue. Being a singer and musician clearly has its benefits.
With the hand that wasn’t pressed against the wall for stability, your ran your fingers through those lush blonde curls poking out between the apex of your thighs, scratching gently in the same way you had earlier, eliciting a loud, appreciative moan from Luke. Through half-lidded eyes you could see the way he was straining against the scarves, desperate to touch you.
For several long, blissful minutes Luke continued to devour and worship you pussy-first above all else. As your head began to spin with dizzying euphoria, you decided he’d worked hard enough and freed Luke from the silk scarves restraining his hands.
Almost immediately, his hands came up behind you, fingers gripped your ass cheeks and seemed to pull you down even closer to him. The fear of suffocating him was quickly overlooked when he latched onto your clit again, revelling in every moan, curse and whimper he drew from you.
“Luke -” your warning fell short when you felt him press his tongue against you a little harder, devoured you with the enthusiasm of a man starved. Head thrown back, pleasure rocked through you as he brought you to a mind-numbing orgasm. Everything tingled and fluttered as Luke continued on his mission.
Even before your first had ebbed away, a second climax was rushing up on you, pulling loud, drawn out moans from your throat and strings of half-stuttered praise for your boyfriend. His fingers curled harder against the flesh of your ass, no doubt leaving some marks behind.
“That - that was so fucking good, Bambi,” you gasped as he drew back for a moment, allowing you some reprieve. The tip of his nose, lips and chin glistened in the bedroom light and it stirred the butterflies in your stomach.
“Thank you,” he spoke against the plush skin of your thigh, trying to hide the flush in his cheeks.
“Since you’ve been so good, I think it’s my turn to make you feel good, hm?”
“Yes please...”
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namelessayakashi · 2 years
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Batblob Batman and Tiny Damian 🥺♥️
okok look i know he's techincally not TINY but he's c h i l d and therefore tiny by default but
batblob & damian for my beloved
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the child calls for violence.
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