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bittersweet-folder · 5 months

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“types of kinks svt has” maknae line ver??

~□☆seventeen imagines

~♡Types of kinks I think seventeen has [maknae line version]

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Song rec: funny valentine by misamo🚶🏻‍♀️

[MINORS DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT] [ reader is female with vagina and breasts ]

☆Mingyu: (a switch a pure switch through and through)

Creampie: this man loves lovessss it messy and the way he's so fucking vocal, he can't keep his in moans under control. He will moan loudly because of the way you feel so warm and wet around him.

Mommy kink: I personally can imagine Mingyu whining and moaning "mommy" or "noona" even into the reader's ears more than him taking control. He likes it rough but you gotta give him kisses like anywhere. He's a huge softie.

Edging: just like he loves you taking control it also goes the way around too. He loves seeing you struggling to cum.

Sensory deprivation: blindfold him and it's enough for him to go feral

Begging: told y'all he's a softie also down bad for you.

Praise kink: he knows he's big so yeah. And he literally worships your beauty.

Extras: he loves you're boobs and will rest his chin on them afterwards while pulling you closer on the bed

☆Minghao: (a mean yet soft switch with a dom lean)

Edging: so mean I swear and literally loves seeing you all frustrated and become a moaning mess under him.

Waxplay: hmmm Minghao is artist so expect this. and of course he'll use wax which is skin safe.

Bondage:really depends on his mood if he wants to tie you up or not. (* clears throat * that live y'all. remember?🚶🏻‍♀️) and he would let you tie him up as well. Gets so flushed up when you do so.

Spanking: only if you're into it.

Begging: oh he wants you to beg for what you want him to do in the bedroom.

Creampie: I am hoping it's very self explanatory by the first point itself

Slight dacryphilia: sometimes it's so good to him to see you in tears on how he's making you feel.

Extras: is a whore for you in his shirt, riding him until he can't take it anymore.

☆Dokyeom: (a huge softieee switch)

Oral fixation: he's in love. He's love making with you so expect him to be pussy drunk.

Creampie: once is never enough for him. He needs more.

Riding: you riding him in a cowgirl position is enough to drive him crazy. He's so loud and a literal moaning mess under you.

Praise kink: you both literally worship each other's body. He's literally so down bad for you.

Foreplay: it's a must sweetheart we shouldn't forget how much of a softie this man is. He's literally melting into those kisses.

Teasing: idk if I should count this as a kink but yeahh he'll tease the hell outta you once he gets the confidence to.

Extras: he has a thing for you in lingerie. Man's awestruck and so turn on just by the sight of you on lingerie.

☆Seungkwan: (oh he's a fucking power bottom you CANNOT convince me otherwise)

Teasing: he lives to rile you up the best way possible.

Mommy/noona kink: if you're older than him then expect him to moan "noona" while you're fucking him into oblivion. Or even if you aren't he will he will moan mommy.

Marking: he loves claiming what's his and what he can't share.

Pegging: if he's in the mood he'll let you know.

Dacryphilia: he will cry a bit outta pleasure because you're making him feel too good.

Oral fixation: oh he loves eating you out.

Edging: he might seem sweet and sassy but this man loves to see you struggling to reach your high. That goes around the other way as well by the way.

Degradation kink : it's like a once in a blue moon thing when he's "misbehaving".

Extras: he's a softie too. Take care of him. Oh and also he loves it when you ride him in a cowgirl position. He gets very very touchy and moans quite loudly.

☆Vernon ( a soft dom who can go hard later on if you want him too)

Praise kink: yeah Vernon's quiet so what? He's literally so drunk in love he loves praising you and your body.

Foreplay: he lives for those intimate touches and soft kisses before proceeding more.

Marking: oh he can get jealous so he loves claiming what's only his and no one can have it.

Spit kink: if you're into it. Expect him to get nastier after being soft with you.

Teasing: oh he'll tease the hell outta you.

Creampie: he needs more and he knows you do too. He loves it messy and sweaty.

Dacryphilia: oh if he's jealous he will make you cry on his cock.

Extras: he plays all those sensual songs you love when he fucking you into oblivion.

☆Dino ( a soft yet mean dom who loves it rough eventually)

Daddy kink: does this need an explanation? I hope not.

Edging: hmmmm the grin he has on his face while looking are your tired, sweaty flushed up face after not being able to reach an orgasm.

Praise kink: "such a good girl" "You're doing so well, give me one more? Yeah" Man worships your body literally.

Foreplay: we all know how romantic he is. And there will be a session of intimate touches and kisses because he knows you love it just as much as he does.

Spanking: this is like a one in a blue moon thing when he's jealous.

Creampie: he just can't get enough of you. He needs and craves more.

Squirting: man lives for pushing your limits. He fucking devours the view of your exhausted flushed up body after he's made you squirt.

Extras: he loves it when you ride him he loves it when you wanna take control.

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A/n: have been mentally exhausted these days and college is tiring. So sorry for the late response anon! Love y'all. Thanks for any kinda support. Also the taglist is only kept for fics I'll write.

Updates about other fics will be posted later.

Thanks for the support.

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savannahsdeath · 9 months

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This thought popped in my head and I need it!!!!

(only if you want to!)

Imagine reader and Ellie went out to the mall with there friends and the entireeee day Ellie was just thinking about bending reader over and doing her then and there because she was just looking so good with her little ponytail and skirt and the way she would pick up the cutest little clothes and ask Ellie if she thinks they would look good on her. Then when they get home Ellie just goes absolutely feral and fucks her with no remorse. :(((

I'm literally going feral over this thought

im not a shopping person but this? omg.

ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER

mdni please<3

warnings: 18+!! obv smut, strap (r!receiving)

writers note: i loved the idea sm i literally stopped writing my enemies to lovers fic just to write this one🫣sorry it took me so long to post it, i struggled with choosing what to post first !!

You were going out shopping with your girlfriend and some friends. Ellie isn't really an outgoing person, but when it's about you and shopping, she can't wait to see you in all the cute clothes she knows she will buy you. Of course she'll never admit it but you knew she enjoys it as much as you do.

As you make your way into the store, you can see her eyes light up at the sight of all the different styles of clothes. She takes the lead and starts pulling at all sorts of clothing to bring over for you to try on, eager to see you wearing all her favorite things.

The changing rooms had a lot of space inside, so she entered one with you, sitting down on the little bench. While you were taking your previous clothes off, she intensely stared at her phone. She couldn't stand seeing your bare skin and it would be hard for her to control herself otherwise, but you were clueless.

When you changed into a cute, feminine skirt and top, she finally turned her eyes in your direction. Her gaze was judging but not in a bad way - she looked you up and down before smirking.

"Spin." Ellie simply ordered and you obviously did so. You had no idea she told you to do that because of the way your pink underwear shows when the skirt rolls up in the air at your movement. She cleared her throat and nodded, trying to hide her thoughts. "Yeah, looks good."

You frowned at her lack of enthusiasm, not realizing she's actually boiling inside. You were so oblivious it was actually funny, even your friends knew damn well what was going on.

You tried the rest of the clothes Ellie picked for you, not getting the reaction you'd like to each time, but you couldn't blame her.

Oh, little did you know how much she just wants to bend you over and fuck with her strap, she obviously had on, just in case she won't be able to control herself.

After a few other shops and a whole bag of clothes, you came into one with small changing rooms and made Ellie wait outside. She was standing in front of the curtains, pretending to be unbothered, but the way she impatiently kept asking you 'ready?' every-fucking-second said otherwise.

"Wait, wait, the zipper won't close!" You said, trying to lock a pretty, formal, red dress you knew you'll wear like one time - for Christmas or something.

She rolled her eyes and came in, standing so close behind you, you could feel the bulge in her jeans. She zipped it without struggle, placing her head on your shoulder as she looked at the mirror in front of you both. Her hands were sliding up and down your sides as she kissed your neck.

"You look fucking amazing." She whispered and smiled, seeming almost proud of your appearance.

"Is it worth buying, though?" You asked, turning in all directions to see it from every angle. "It will just collect dust in the closet for the whole year until I decide it's time to..."

She laughed, cutting you off. "Jesus, hush. I can afford it... Oh, and trust me, I'll make you wear it."

You finally fully turned around, cupping Ellie's face in your hands and kissing her for only a few seconds. "You spend too much money on me."

"Are you complaining?" She chuckled with a smug look on her face as you stayed silent. "That's what I thought."

After running around the shops for the whole day, you all met in a restaurant. Ellie was sitting in her usual men-spread position and you placed yourself between her legs, not really caring it may be weird. Her hands rested awfully near the hem of your skirt, wrapped around your waist. Sometimes when you were grinding too much, she'd just tug on it to warn you, so no one would notice your behaviour.

Sometimes, when your little movements didn't stop, she'd whisper something in your ear in almost threatening way, even though you wasn't really teasing her intentionally.

On your way home, she was walking faster than usually. You couldn't even call it walking together, she was just pushing you forward.

You tried to slow down or build a conversation but miserably failed every time.

As soon as she brought you back to your shared apartament, she closed the door and immediately started kissing your neck, slowly pushing you towards the bed.

You quickly understood why she acted so weird before. "Oh, Ellie, so you just wanted that the whole day?" You chuckled as she nuzzled into your skin. "And you kept silent instead of telling me?"

She dropped the bag of clothes as soon as you entered the bedroom, your teasing words clearly pissing her off even more than having to watch you in all those cute little skirts back in the shop.

"What the fuck was the whole dinner scene for?" She asked, frustrated, hurriedly undressing you. "Can't sit still? Seriously?"

You laughed, even though you knew what waits for you isn't so funny.

She wasn't teasing your cunt for too long before filling it with her cock, waiting for the right moment to catch you off-guard. It worked as well as she expected to, you moaned and your eyes quickly turned glossy as your thighs clenched.

She kept going for so long, you didn't bother to hold back your tears anymore. Your hips were sore from the way she held them, knowing she won't be able to hit the right spot if you'll move. Your hair started to stick together from the sweat and tears mixed together, making the pillow uncomfortably wet. Your god-knows-which orgasm approached but you weren't able to say anything about it to Ellie as you lost the ability to speak like a thousand thrusts ago. You couldn't decide whether it's a good or bad feeling. Yes, you loved the feeling of her deep inside you to the point you can actually see her in your stomach. But no, you didn't feel strong enough to keep going. Ellie seemed to notice that.

"If you want to stop, just tell me." She said in the most taunting tone she could.

She knew you're not able to 'just tell her'. She noticed the only thing coming from your mouth are moans, occasionally maybe her name, but really rarely.

She reached to wipe your tears away. "Now, that's just adorable. And a little pathetic. Should I slow down, huh? Should I?"

You nodded, realizing your vision isn't actually black, you were just desperately squeezing your eyes shut like it'd make you feel any better. You looked up at her with your teary eyes, still imploringly moving your head up and down.

"What does that even mean? Just speak up!" She laughed.

Your eyes closed again, as your release came. Your mind went blank, just like everything else - your vision, feeling and other senses.

Did you pass out?

It all came back after a few seconds, when Ellie finally stopped and leaned in to kiss you, what woke you up like Sleeping Beauty.

"Oh, sorry babe. Got carried away. I bet you can't really blame me, though." She winked as she started going down on you again.

"Els- what are you...?" You managed to say, stopping to take a breath after each word.

"Gotta clean you up." She smirked and you could already feel her tongue on your clit.

It felt so sensitive, so new, you cried out and your thighs tensed, but didn't close as Ellie held onto them. She was so strong compared to your weakness now, they didn't move a millimeter.

"I'll be fast, this time." She reassured you, as your body squirmed, hoping to get away.

But oh, how much you actually wanted to stay like that. The sensitiveness made you feel the texture of her tongue so precisely, you hoped to still remember it tomorrow...

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buckyysdoll · 1 year

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— 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐜𝐬 —

જ⁀➴ — summary: self explanatory; a/n: fic song choice: “Slow Hand” — The Pointer Sisters -> i can imagine him just being your idiot and pretending to strip tease and singing along, for no other reason that it makes his wife laugh and there’s no sound in the world more beautiful; cw: allusions to sex, but otherwise just soft; pairing: bucky x f!reader

MAIN MASTERLIST

• “get your fucking hands off my wife” type of husband clodisiaiixkaioai

• or he brushes soft fingertips over your cheek and says quiet as death, “who did this to you?”

• bucky knows you can defend yourself perfectly well, so is more than happy to pin the bastard down and let you go for it, let you be feral 😌 supportive husband 💪🏻

• but that doesn’t mean he can’t be possessive as well, and though he tries to control it, it does still get between you. it’s just that he loves you too fucking much to know what to do with it, how to breathe through it —

• jealous!bucky with his arm around your waist in public, or coming up behind you to press a kiss to the side of your neck with his broad hands settled on your hips

• extremely protective, and most of all against himself; his biggest fear is who he was, what he could do and the threat it returning. And so that thought of hurting you — the risk of it pulled him away time and again. took him from your bedside in the middle of the night and went insisting that you shouldn’t have to do this, have to love him.

• because he just can’t let go of who he was like you did readily, and couldn’t yet see that loving was easy when centred on him; was as natural as breath.

• in bed, he does the cold feet thing but with his metal arm on your waist from behind, his hand on your bare tummy giving rise to a shriek that’s half laugh and half cursing your husband.

•BUCKY DOES THE HAIR TUCK THING BEFORE HE KISSES YOU, AND YOU KNOW BY THE LOOK IN HIS EYES WHAT HE'S THINKING, BY HIS CHANGED PITCH IN BREATHING YOU KNOW WHAT HE WANTS, AND HIS EYES WON'T LEAVE YOUR OWN BUT FOR YOUR LIPS, WHICH THEY JUST CAN’T STOP STRAYING TO

• i do believe he’d also be the type to channel aaron warner with a little “lift your hips for me love” 🫡🫠KCKIDIDKSNKSCKAKFKKSKXKKS

• bucky is obviously very touch-starved, but i think physical contact would definitely be his love language once he gets to know and feel and trust it, through learning with you. so then you’re touching in some way almost constantly, whether it be a hand held in public (or a throat held in private? *😏) because it just assures you both and keeps you steady, keeps you grounded.

• *as in like, this may sound weird, but i feel like he’d love to feel your pulse because it assures him that you’re here and that you’re safe? and even more so when he’s got you worked up, cos his heightened senses feel your heart rate pick up at his touch😭 so when you’re making out, his hand will come to rest on the curve of your neck, and he’ll slowly brush his thumb across the hollow of your throat as he’s getting drunk off kissing you

• so a hand on your thigh when sat together is expected, his thumb rubbing the same slow circles into jeans or skin in the same way that he does it with your hands held. or he’ll be holding your hand in public and then just randomly, absentmindedly bring it to his mouth and press a light kiss to the back of it

• he’s just so goddamn proud to be the man on your arm, and that 40s charm and courtesy with ladies hadn’t been erased from him like so much else had

• we all just know what he’d be like; as a boyfriend, as a husband, as an absolute gentleman.

• you get soft!bucky cos you’re the only one other than steve who ever tried to see the good in him; i-hate-everyone-but-you, grumpy x sunshine trope 🤌🏻

• although he still doesn’t think that he deserves you at all :’( so he often pulls away which leads to fights, and emotional make-ups.

• and these may or may not lead to inevitably slow + passionate sex where you’re both left shaking just from love for the other before you’d even gone so far as touch.

• and those nights end with your mutual tears as you show him just how much love you have to give, how much he’s worth. and so too do they threaten to fall as you give yourself over to his slow loving hands; over to his mouth and the feel of his skin as he shows you that to him, you are divine.

• in your relationship in general he needs frequent reassurance, and you’ll always give it gladly with no single question asked. after all, you both had scars that ran deep — you needed it from him just as much.

• and of course, where would we be without slow dances in the kitchen, which are somehow more intimate when dressed in his shirt than anything you’d done thus far without your clothes on. it’s in the way he cradles you to him by the songs that were custom to him in his youth, with one hand held in his against his chest and the other around you. it’s in him breathing in your scent from your hair, from the soft crook between your neck and shoulder as you softly sway and move, him exhaling in the place where he’d found home, your fingers finding his hair.

• it’s just a very soft love where you’re both safe and adored and accepted; met fully where you are, and not asked to change but to grow old together.

• because of his vibranium arm, idk why but i just feel that he’d love to pick you up — whether it be jokingly or tender. you fall asleep on the couch? he’ll lift you and carry you gently to bed. it’s something in the way his solid strength can keep you safe that he’s assured he can protect you, and that you trust him when so vulnerable.

• so too, though, will he hoist you up into his arms with a natural ease, and lay you down with kisses pressed to each part of your body he lays bare. then bucky whispers with that wicked half-smile, ‘you’re gonna regret that’ in response to something teasing you had said ��

• oh, and how your sounding laugh made his heart leap.

• okay and this makes me melt, but bucky loves to cook for you and give you those date nights and perfect mornings-after you deserve. and even though that first dinner he made you on your first official ‘date’ outside the watchful gaze of the other avengers he did burn, every moment still was perfect because it was him, because he cared enough.

• he plans to bring you breakfast in bed, though the smell of cooking bacon and that coffee woke you first. on padding bare feet you enter the kitchen and are met with the sight of him with his back to you, standing at the stove with a wooden spoon in hand and that pair of pyjamas you’d bought him. the smile that touches your lips takes up your whole face, and you couldn’t hope to stop it. you come up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist and there he softens, muscles settling into the shape yours take, as he has learned to trust a world that has you in it. and so then bucky smiles to himself to feel your touch; he turns, and he sees you’re in his shirt and loves you deeper for it.

• coming in for a good morning kiss is something inevitable, no choice to be made. The truth? You hadn’t believed in miracles until you’d met the Winter Soldier, and fallen for the man with the warmest of hearts beneath that old fabled ice.

• But he no longer flinched at contact, knowing touch could be beautiful when shared; learning that to love and touch could mean the whole world and no hurt at all.

• he just genuinely loves to take care of you, regardless of the hour or what it is you need.

• his sleepy voice just drives you insane and he knows it, he loves it; he presses the advantage. he’s teasing as he wakes up and the first thing he wants is you, seeing you lay so stubborn in pretending that the husk of his voice is not arousing, damn the man. so excuse my vulgarity in saying, but he’s some kinda *morning man* if you know what i mean 😌

• though then again, he’s a man for any goddam time of the day when it comes to his wife and her love

• but aside from all that, it’s like his voice was the sole sure light in your life; each time he spoke you felt the stir within your gut that said at long last, i am home. you find yourself waiting for the moment when he walks through that front door and you then breathe again as you eat, sleep and talk with the love of your life. and somehow life means something more than you’d ever thought it could all those years past, yet here you are. sharing home and hearth with the man who’d become your love and best friend all in one. He who’d dragged your heart back up from HYDRA’s raging hells.

• Bucky loves to be touching in sleep, so your back is always curved against his front, or your head’s on his chest. The first waking seconds of each day were spent like this: his fingers carding through your hair or running gently down your back, tracing shapes, wondering how on earth he got so lucky as then.

• thinking that if only he’d known just how good it could be, then he would’ve known just what he had been living for all those years in the cold, empty dark.

• comforting him in the predawn hours when nightmares break his sleep, and soothing him back to the rest that escaped him with soft fingers in his hair; or a cold damp flannel for the fever in his head that you accompanied with praise, with words of comfort.

• You take his bad days with his good, as he does you. There’s a silent understanding. Something that’s mutual and unsaid before it’s shared out in the open: how you both had pasts with HYDRA that left hollow spaces where life had once dwelled.

• And so he proposes one morning in bed, cos i can’t get enough of this scenario my god. you’re both just sleepy and he’s kissing you and his smile is lazy and content and he’s happy, and he just smiles against your lips and says “marry me” cos there’s only one thing that could improve upon that happiness, that joy. and you don’t know if he means it at first and it scares you just how much you want him to, but he’s here and he’s saying the words, and he’s never meant anything more in his life.

• The engagement ring that’s been sitting in his sock drawer waiting for the “right moment” is now finally aired to breathe, pushed lightly onto your wedding-band finger that you only see half-blind through unshed tears.

• should i have included dad!bucky hcs? or pregnant!reader hcs? IDK

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lastwordsofadyingstar · 10 months

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What if I was so sweet and soft at first, gentle touches, kisses on your body while taking off your clothes, then asking nicely for you to let me try something with you.

On my hand a very powerful remote controlled vibrador and a bottle of lube, so you know it’ll be inserted, and you know it’s always only in your ass.

On the ground, a camera connected to the TV in front of us.

Then I get to my point, I whisper that I’ll put it in your ass, of course, and I’ll gradually turn up the vibration setting; you, otherwise, would knee on the ground to let me face fuck you, and I’ll watch closely the images to see if you’ll get wet from doing so.

I could also be extremely malicious and say that I’ll eat you out in that way that you want if you manage to not get wet until I cum in your throat.

I can totally imagine you trying to control yourself, even knowing it would be borderline impossible to do so, yet managing to not get wet at start with the vibrator set to the minimum setting

But I’d start to power it up, and what if I ask nicely hot good of a butt slut you are? And power it up a little more while you choke on my cock?

What if i start to slap your boobs while doing so?

Could you manage to not get wet by being called a butt slut, having a vibrator turned to the maximum setting inside your ass, having your tits slapped and all that being filmed?

I doubt.

No force on you could prevent your body to betray your mind in this moment, not even thinking about being eaten out, because it actually would make you wetter.

You’d have made a puddle on the ground under your pussy by the time I’m almost finished.

Then I would stop using your face, kiss you gently and whisper that girls who get that wet by having their pussies ignored are true butt sluts, so nothing else would be right but to fuck your ass and fill it up.

And needless to say that I’d go feral and fuck your ass with such force you’d never seen before, as if you were being punished for being so good of a butt slut.

And if you even asked me to stop I’d start to slap your tits again, while saying that while you have a cock in your ass, your only phrases available to say are “i am a butt slut” “i am an anal princess” and “harder”.

Just because I know, as I knew since the start, that you’d end up being fucked in the ass while screaming and crying that you are an anal princess.

All that recorded by the camera for future use :)

Caffeine.

Ohh I finally got a chance to properly read this and it's so hot. I love the body betrayal part, I can just imagine how dripping wet my cunt would get from you face fucking me while I have a vibrator in my ass. I imagine you telling me that you'll eat me out (like in that one gif you sent me) if I don't get wet would be counterproductive because even just thinking about it is already getting me wet, so imagine how dripping I'd be with other stimulation alongside this as well. And making me repeat all those degrading things while you fuck my ass would just be the cherry on top. And all of this being recorder just so you can show me how much of a depraved slut I am later on, is so hot!! Thanks for writing this for me :)

#4nal #nsft concept #@nal #4nal only #bd/sm slave #an4l training #an4l only #an4l #praise and degredation #asks

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cymk8 · 4 months

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I can't stop looking at your Shadowlach art. Any of it. All of it.

- One cos of your artistry: beautiful and soft and the negative space?? Hello??

- Two cos HELLO?? you draw them so soft and sweet and it is just so peaceful to look at your art. (The kitties in the hair brushing one are *so* cute, and non-ship friends are also enamoured with them :3)

Tell us more about your headcanons, please!

Some prompts if needed: How did things progress from platonic? Was it romantic from early on or primarily physical attraction? Were they on similar pages throughout their relationship or did one fall harder?

General invitation to word dump: what thoughts have you most crazed? Why don't you let them out ;)

(thank u so much...for your compliment and also the fact you sent this ask in the first place has made my day)

God I have so fucking many thoughts I'm going little insane about it and I'm literally so happy you asked because. I have been w a i t i n g HAHA

Your prompts:

We have all heard That Line™; I'd imagine that having both been so pent up, they would immediately jump each other's bones given the opportunity — Shadowheart is absolutely unsubtle and Karlach is Karlach

I actually think it would be one sided for a while!! But not in the piney way. I think Shadowheart attempts to rizz the shit out of Karlach only to fail because Karlach's situation with her engine essentially made her exceptionally good at Resisting Temptation (I find it absolutely hilarious that most of Karlach's in-game responses are so purposefully obtuse when it comes to her)

That in particular pisses Shadowheart off since she would be so used to being able to finesse her way through things like this (because of her background as a professional 'spy' — because otherwise...she's an absolute dork); it makes her try extra hard and eventually come to the conclusion that her attraction is greater when in fact Karlach has had more experience living like a Nun™ than she does

(cont.)

As for the development...I think they would be on similar levels of attraction, but tackle it differently — Karlach would immediately embrace the feeling and Shadowheart will try her fucking hardest to rationalize it away/deny it (queen of repression)

They would probably be fast friends (Shadowheart rizzing Karlach), then actual friends (because Karlach is so earnest Shadowheart feels like she can be earnest too), physically involved, then romantically involved — it only outwardly seems fast, but they definitely have things to work through before they can actually really be honest and feel that they can rely on each other completely

Random headcanon/general thoughts that have going FERAL IN THE CLUB:

I think they work really well together — they balance each other out in the sense that they have very different ways of handling their own stresses and trauma; they have a lot of opportunities to grow even just by being around one another (for example, Shadowheart is so Repressed™ even other characters feel the same way — and Karlach is the opposite); restraint and freedom go hand in hand 😌

They both have a love for adorable things...once the all of the shit with Karlach's heart gets sorted and they FINALLY get to live that cottagecore life, I think their farm would have so many more animals. Like. So many...Karlach would honestly just be so excited to be able to care for things again — and Shadowheart would be excited because she's finally allowed to be just as loud about showing that she DOES care

The idea that Shadowheart's hair could be a signifier for how closed off she is — so throughout the acts, she slowly lets it down/get messier figuratively and literally in front of everyone...AND KARLACH gets permission to touch and braid it as a sign of true trust and vulnerability; it becomes something of a ritual (Karlach is obsessed simply for the fact that she isn't seen as dangerous and is trusted to be able to be gentle about things) (thanks @kanobies for giving me that sweet, sweet psychic damage)

To add to that: they like physically pampering each other — Karlach finally internalizing that she can be 'pretty' and deserving of gentle care and Shadowheart internalizing that she is allowed to want/ask for things that aren't strictly necessary or used towards a greater cause (I don't think she's ever had a strong sense of bodily autonomy in the sense that she was gaslit into thinking every aspect of her life was for Lady Shar)

I'M OBSESSED WITH THE FACT THAT THEY RADIATE DOG ENERGY IN VASTLY DIFFERENT WAYS: thank you Isobel for immediately clocking Shadowheart on sight by calling her a feisty little terrier and for Karlach being literally Clifford the Big Red Dog and

The difference in lifespans...FUCK. KARLACH WOULD TRY SO HARD TO MAKE THEIR TIME TOGETHER WORTH IT/MEMORABLE since she knows her life is comparatively short; Shadowheart would never take it for granted; they make each other keepsakes...🫠🥹🥹

And I still have so much more but I gotta seem like I'm at least somewhat classy (pls...if anyone wants to talk about any of them or both of them I am so mcfucking ready)

#i am not in fact classy #im....SO NORMAL ABOUT THEM #bg3 #shadowheart #karlach #shadowlach

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moondirti · 1 year

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Ok but like… catch Simon smoking one day and you just, sit on his lap, and kiss the smoke out of his mouth and it tastes like smoke and bourbon😍😍😍 mans would go feral I think

all i do is turn cute thoughts angsty. no i will not apologise i would recommend you read 'cigarettes out the window' before this. not entirely necessary, i just make references to it you might not understand otherwise. ghost x scout (reader) warnings: smoking, nicotine addiction, shotgun kisses

You find him on the roof, reeking of singed leaf and tobacco. Your lungs battle the frigid cold that pours through a sharp inhale; you desperately cling to the traces you can catch. It's a smell you're well accustomed with - an old friend that's quick to curl it's relentless grip around you. Even now, you lean into it.

Just when you'd gotten good at battling the urge.

He hates it when you smoke. Though it never stops him from frequenting the bad habit himself.

The thought filters, flares, then sinks to a faint nothing at the base of your skull. It's hard to focus on your shortcomings when he's this close - you digest the sight of him; imposing, a spill of ink against the backdrop of snow. In the never ending cover, you're barely able to make out the tendrils of grey that stream from a thin cigarette, clutched between thick fingers.

(Comical, almost. It looks like a toothpick in his clutch).

"So, you took my lighter."

His shoulders tense for a small moment - barely perceptible, you'd be the only one to notice.

But they do, of course. You have an odd habit of sneaking up on people.

"I told you I'd confiscate it." He doesn't turn to face you. Instead, he pulls another puff. You think you can feel it flood you. Head rush, buzzing adrenaline.

Or, maybe that's him. Almost eight months since Sudbury now, and you're still dizzy over the situation you've happened upon.

"I've been good, though." You whisper, almost whine, and come up behind him. He's sat on a ledge, his legs hanging off the edge. You wrap your arms around his shoulders both for the sake of it and the smallest fear that he fall off.

But Simon's a figure forged of resolute steel, tempered in some planet's core that far supersedes the burn of this world. Gunpowder. Nuclear fallout. Butane, swishing liquid inside the all-black lighter Soap had gifted you for Christmas.

It's all ye ever wear, Scout. Didnae know whit else ye'd like.

Nothing tips him over.

Almost.

(You graze your lips on the cut of his jaw - bared, now, with the balaclava rucked to his nose - and feel as his muscles flex underneath several layers of cotton.)

"We both know you're not up here for me, pet." He growls, the depth of it registering tenfold in your new proximity. His voice, thick with a cockney diction, seeps like molasses and hardens on the gummy lining of your lungs.

Your pocket heaves with the weight of a new pack. He's right.

"Hm. No, not originally. Bummed a lighter from Price."

"Then?"

You kiss his jaw again, a week old stubble chafing over your lips.

"Then, God had other plans."

A gale moves in from the North, biting at your cheeks. You can't see it, but you imagine Simon's nose is red, blushed in that way only you got to see on a regular basis. You bury your face into his neck to hide the fond smile that threatens to crack your face.

Timbre. Wet rain on a campfire. That sandalwood shampoo he still insists on using no matter how many alternatives you buy him.

From the shift of his body underneath yours, you assume he takes another drag. But he doesn't shrink with an exhale, not for a while.

When you look up quizzically, his lips touch yours. Just barely, a soft graze of chapped flesh, cold and split at the corner from where he was punched just last night.

Your nose ignites, smouldering acridity, tarnished herbs doused in the aftertaste of bourbon. You don't know why you stumble - whether it's the kiss, the shotgun, or the terrifying relief of an old vice. All there is are the gentle cradle of snowfall on your lashes, half-lidded, and the behemoth that breathes temptation to your gut.

"Hope you're not too disappointed, pet."

(Never.)

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moonsaver · 2 months

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It’s me @pix3lplays back at it again, not a request, but you mentioned a SLEEPOVER with the Stellaron hunters and it isn’t leaving my head so please have some thoughts…

First of all oh my gosh just IMAGINE their pajamas I’m crying that’s so funny…Silver Wolf’s is just straight up a Pokémon onesie or something-

Kafka has some very pretty, tasteful silk pajamas with lace…

Blade. Idk I imagine he probably sleeps shirtless or something (I’m normal about his scars I swear) but if he knows they’re having a guest he wears some random t-shirt alongside his sweatpants. Like. He doesn’t care what he wears at night…it’s a t-shirt with a really bizarre Picture or incomprehensible writing on it and you’re just like ??? Okay….

The human cast? Each of them have long enough hair…for a braid train…Kafka doing something really nice with Silver Wolf’s hair…while Blade just does something basic for Kafka, and then y/n gets to experiment with Blade’s hair…if he’ll let you. Important stuff I’m telling you.

Trying to play a board game with them that results in Kafka having to use her Spirit Whisper at LEAST once to get you all to calm down. Do NOT play Uno. Blade got +four carded like five times in a row, you felt so bad for him…

PILLOW FIGHT GONE WRONG!!! SO MANY INJURIES!!! Sam and Blade took it WAY too seriously.

At least one incident of Blade asking you to smother him with a pillow.

Silver Wolf who stays up LATE. So late. You’re all watching her play a video game, and the girl just doesn’t STOP, haha. Eventually you all would like to go to sleep…not her. You try so hard to stay awake to watch her but you end up falling asleep on the shoulder of another Stellaron Hunter.

Kafka eventually makes Silver Wolf go to sleep, but Silver Wolf does that thing I used to do as a kid where I’d just. Hide under the blanket while playing my DS. That’s Silver Wolf.

Blade getting a mara flare up in the middle of the night kinda killing the mood. Sam holding him like he’s a feral animal while you and Kafka calm him down.

Sam who I’m assuming doesn’t have to really sleep? Combined with Blade waking up really early results in them waking up the rest of you by accident in the morning haha.

Cooking breakfast for the Stellaron Hunter humans…please I NEED- (don’t mind me not really knowing how to cook but I CAN make pancakes and scrambled eggs lol)

I just…need a Stellaron Sleepover. Elio needs to put it in the script, I’m BEGGING.

Hello, Pixel! Glad to see you in my inbox, hehe.

The sleepover is a very fun concept!

I think your descriptions of their sleepwear is quite spot on. As for Blade.. does.. does he sleep? I feel like.. he just only takes off his normal clothes for wash day. Otherwise he probably just has.. some ripped up, old clothing that's begging to be put out of it's misery. Kafka has to come to the rescue once again and fish out some more appropriate wear for the sleepover and force him to change into them.

As for the braid train, I love it! They're all chattering and snickering, and y/n gets to experiment with Blade's hair. I imagine they temporarily dismantle the train to look at y/n's progress on his hair, and go back into their positions after. I think Blade's hair would actually be kind of silky near the roots, and in the middle. Most likely because he uses either Kafka's, or Silverwolf's bare minimum shampoo products which is miraculous for his hair. The ends are.. crusty, to say the least. But hey! It's not everyday you get to braid and shape his hair all silly. Make most of it!

The card game.. aww. Uno is probably the only thing all of you can really play, monopoly's not interesting enough for Blade to keep his attention, and other board games like Ludo makes Silverwolf too competitive, and Kafka's tried one too many times to cheat the dice. So.. Uno's the only simple option, not like they can't cheat, but.. it's a small card game, so.. whatever. They just stay dormant. Until all of you simultaneously pulled out a +4 and Blade had to pick up almost half of the card stack.. yikes.

Pillow fighting is probably the only activity that gets Blade actively engaged,but it's not long before the threads all snap except a few and the pillow is begging for mercy, Blade swinging it with such force to the point there's only a small bunch of cotton and fabric left.. injuries are even worse than that. Sam is a hair's breadth away from shooting someone through the pillow itself. So pillow fighting is banned until both Blade and Sam learn how to take it easier.

Silver wolf staying up to play extremely late.. makes sense. She would. Forms a small tent with an ominous glow from the inside, and it's just her console. At least, she doesn't quite disturb you as much as the others.

Blade.. poor thing. He himself probably doesn't want the mara flare up. After a while of calming him down everyone's just docile and kind of concerned about his shuddering state. Except Sam, of course. Deathly iron grip. Asks if he's done and if he can go. Dude, read the room!

Breakfast! Silverwolf's definitely not awake by then. Kafka's up and ready, miraculously. She offers you.. questionable substances, if you can even call it edible. But don't worry! Just close your eyes, take a mouthful, and leave it to Kafka if your stomach feels weird. Blade.. isn't someone that's partial to cooking, but all the Stellaron Hunters quietly watch him cook from the side.. watching him struggle a bit, but manage to cook an average breakfast with a few burnt sides. And of course, y/n gets first dibs.

#moonink #hsr #honkai star rail #stellaron hunters

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abbatoirablaze · 11 months

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Porcelain Doll, Chapter 8

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: unprotected sex/smut, sex pollen, Stockholm syndrome, basement husband bucky barnes

Bucky smiled as he stared down at your sleeping form. The makeup that you’d worn 12 hours ago was no match for what the two of you had just been through.

Your knees nearly buckled, but his arm was quick to wrap around you, “there will be time for you to be on your knees later.”

“Wh-why am I-“

“The pollen,” he explained, cutting you off, “it gets into your blood stream and heightens every sense in your body. Even the way my voice sounds to you right now is just making you wetter. Making you want to spread those pretty little thighs and let me cum inside you again and again until you can’t move and you’re sated. Hydra used it against me for a long time, Margo…I can only imagine what it does to you…”

You whimpered, unable to argue with him. He leaned forward, his lips brushing delicately against yours. You threw your arms around his neck, and pushed forward, not wanting anything other than him, “Bucky…please…”

He smiled, “is this what you want, Margo?”

Every nerve ending felt like it was on fire. And only he was the water that could quench it and remove the need. Otherwise, you were going to explode. You nodded eagerly.

Your lips worked in tandem, tongues slipping into each other’s mouths and fighting for dominance. Your hands slid down his chest, your body reacting to every ounce of his toned body. The vibrations from his moans sent a shockwave straight to your core.

“Bucky!”

“So needy,” he commented with a husky chuckle. You moaned, another wave of juices dampening your sex and making your legs feel sticky, “see that’s what it does…it makes you need to cum. It makes you want to have so much sex that you do-“

But you cut him off once more, your lips attacking his as your hands snaked down to his cock. The second your hand wrapped around his shaft he hissed, “Fuck, doll…”

Your eyes met and you went to drop to your knees, but he stopped you, “if you go down on your knees I’m going to fuck your throat raw…use your hand, doll…”

You didn’t make a move.

For some reason you could only watch the way his lips moved. The way that they formed to create words. And you wondered if they would move that expertly latched onto your clit.

Your knees nearly buckled again as his hand came in contact with your pussy. He lightly slapped it, snapping you from your stupor. You jumped at the sensation, but it felt all too right. You leaned in against his hand, and it slid against your folds until he collected enough of you. Then his hand went back to his cock.

You moaned, watching how he was using you to lubricate himself. There was something so undeniably sexy about it. Your mouth began to water again as you reached for his cock once more.

But he slapped your hand away.

“You get it when I say you do!” he said firmly. Your legs clenched and he smirked once more.

“H-how are you-“

“I had decades with them trying to control me on the pollen,” he grunted, stroking himself firmly. You watched as his cock bobbed with every stroke. The tip was getting angry and red, and you knew you were imagining it, but it seemed like he was hard as a rock, “I know how long I have before I go completely feral on you…just like I know what it must be doing to you right now.”

“Wh-what is it doing to me?”

He licked his lips, looking up and down your body, “when you first breathed it in, it felt like acid in your nostrils…it burned. But then your skin became too sensitive. Your clothes were itchy. Your nipples are hard as diamonds. You’re practically drooling from both ends…if I don’t give you my cock soon enough, you’ll start cramping. The little sensitivity that you think is so much now, will start to feel like someone is setting fire to your nerves and then throwing it into a vat of acid. That pleasure turns to pain, and in a flash…and the only way to get rid of those feelings is by cumming. The endorphins that are released sets off a chain reaction, turning the feeling of pain back into pleasure.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

You didn’t know any of that when you had gotten it.

And you especially didn’t expect it to be used on you.

“I-“

“Didn’t think it through, did you?” he taunted, walking you backwards out of the room. You shook your head, and he guided you back towards the bedroom. Your eyes remained focused on his cock, “I can see how bad you want it…but tell me why I should give it to you, hmm? For all I know, you want it now, but afterwards, I’m just another toy on your shelf. I’m like Barber…just someone to fuck you until your next little obsession.”

“I-I don’t think that,” you whimpered, falling back onto the bed, “I-I want you. Forever…”

He slotted himself between your thighs and you gasped, opening up for him, “promise me, doll…I’m not doing this again where I let myself fall in love with a dame and she sleeps with my best friend…promise me that you’re my doll. My little porcelain doll. You want me and only me…”

“Yours,” you whimpered, inching yourself forward towards his cock. You whined when he held you on his tip, the thick, bulbous head already stretching your entrance open. He lifted your chin so that your eyes met his, “Pr-promise…only yours.”

“Good!”

And with that he wasted no time, spearing into your core. Instantly, you wrapped around him, your legs locking around his waist as he went as deep as he possibly could inside of you. Your eyes rolled back into your skull and your nails dug into his shoulders, “BUCKY!”

“Oh, fuck!” he moaned softly as he sank all the way in to his base, “you feel amazing, doll.”

“Yours,” you repeated again, entirely lost in the way he felt, stuffing you full, “all yours.”

“Oh most definitely,” he agreed. He pulled out at a slow pace, before allowing his hips to slam back into you, “I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to control myself with you, doll…you feel too good.”

“Wanna cum,” you whimpered, feeling the slightest bit of the cramping in your stomach. He shushed you, rolling his hips enough that you could feel the ridges and veins in his cock, “FUCK.”

“Soon, doll,” he replied simply, starting up his own pace. He reached for your face and stroked your cheek, “don’t worry…I won’t let you feel the bad stuff…I’ll take care of you doll. Always and forever.”

“Cum in me!”

Bucky leaned down, his lips pressing against yours in a much gentler, sweeter kiss, “don’t worry, doll. I’m not cumming anywhere else, ever again.”

You shifted, snuggling up against the super soldier as you began to awake from your slumber. When your eyes opened you couldn’t help but to smile, “good morning…”

“Morning, doll.” He said gently. He leaned down, capturing your lips with his own. You whimpered into the kiss as his hand sank from around your waist, going to cup your sensitive cunt. He gave a light, airy chuckle as he pulled away, “sorry…it’ll probably take a day or so before you’re feeling up to it again. We did get a bit intense…”

“Worth every moment,” you sighed happily, snuggling into his chest, “I’m your little porcelain doll…right Bucky?”

“Yes…yes you are.”

Tag List: @teambarnes72, @lohnes16

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vylad243 · 2 months

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first, a sincere apology for this MONSTER of a prompt to come — bless my random half-conscious 4am thoughts for sending me down this downward spiral — BUT: we all know how protective/absolutely fucking feral Alastor is over any implied threat towards Vox’s safety: one can only imagine how horrible a fate would befall the poor, foolish folk who have the balls to ACTUALLY try to harm the Radio Demon’s mate.

Like, imagine Vox just going about his normal every day routine, taking precious baby boi Vark on his early morning walkies when he’s suddenly jumped by a group of very brave, very stupid sinners who either 1) want to get to Alastor through Vox and are SEVERELY underestimating the capabilities of the older overlord because he’s (in their minds) a “washed-up has-been fossil playing guard dog for the princess” who’s gotten soft because he’s in love (barf); or b) are hoping to take down an overlord out of sheer hubris, completely forgetting that Vox is literally a living power grid for Pentagram City, if not the entirety of Hell itself. Either way, f in the chat for their courage I guess. Since this attack is premeditated, our hapless captors made through work of trying to clear this specific area — a shortcut through an alley because not even Vox is immune to horror movie logic at times — clear of any cameras or electrical devices that could ensure an easy getaway and blocking off any potential exits they can.

Naturally, Vox — not being some helpless damsel in distress — puts up a damn good fight, at the cost of constant power shortages throughout the next hour or so. Eventually, however, he gets overpowered/taken by surprise and boom! Realm-wide power outage. Now, the gang at the hotel were already wary when the lights began flickering and the internet cut out during breakfast; their fear only intensifies when a sudden blackout strikes and they can hear a VERY pissed wendigo demon barreling down the stairs. Maybe even they find Vark on the hotel doorstep, visibly distressed and even a little injured (only a LITTLE, because I’m not a monster), with a crudely-written ransom note taped to him. Charlie can barely get through the first sentence before Al is out the door — a fifty ft tall, at the very minimum, mass of tentacles and sickly green static illuminating the pitch black streets, uncaring of those foolish enough to end up in his path.

It takes less than an hour for Alastor to find the dingy warehouse they took his mate to: these gentleman are not only bold in their stupidity but sloppy as well. Thanks to the blackout, he slips in undetected with his shadows and makes quick work of finding Vox. The overlord in question is more annoyed than anything else, bound in an uncomfortable position with angelic rope and put on mute (his captors’ egos couldn’t handle his viscous verbal roasts after he already fried them up pretty bad), but otherwise unharmed. Of course, this is Alastor we’re talking about: so much as the sight of his lover in pain, with a crack on his screen and his clothes visibly tousled is enough to spark a raging fire in the seething Radio Demon that would put the fear in God in anyone foolish enough to trifle with him.

Speaking of foolish, our intrepid group of attempted kidnappers are too busy trying and failing to restore the internet to try and broadcast their Very Spooky Hostage Negotiations stream (they rehearsed it and everything! Brad brought the costumes and eerie mood lighting!) to notice the horrifyingly wholesome lovers reunion going on literally right behind them. Alastor wastes no time in doing away with the bindings and making sure Vox is as comfortable as can be before teleporting him to a safe location outside; his lover is slightly irritated at the prospect of being left out for now, but is placated for now with kisses and the promise of watching these insufferable fools burn for their transgressions against Hell’s most ferocious power couple. Because of this, Vox waits outside for the next hour and makes a point of NOT restoring the power yet as he listens to his amazing and powerful mate torment the sinners psychology: the sounds of screaming are just all the more beautiful and crisp without the distracting noise of traffic and the nagging electric current constantly running through his veins distracting him from the most simple of pleasures.

Eventually though, by the two-hour mark, he gets bored of playing games on his phone, restores the power, and teleports back inside to tell Alastor to wrap things up because he actually has things to do today and he still hasn’t gotten his morning coffee yet, damnit. Al relents, teleporting the sobbing and trembling group of would-be kidnappers to the shadow realm, immediately showering his mate with kisses, cuddles, protective bites, the whole routine. Vox is slightly embarrassed at the entire ordeal (mostly at his own actions that led to him ending up here in the first place) but the assurances of Alastor that he did nothing wrong and the confirmation of Vark being alright soothes his guilt. He even allows Alastor to carry him out of the building bridal style as the warehouse burns down in a beautiful show of green fire and blue electrical fire around them (he thinks the view is fucking hot, literally in this case)

Naturally, Al and the rest of the hotel staff are on protective watch for almost the entirety of the next month — not because they think Vox is incapable of managing himself just fine, no; they just fear the consequences of what would happen Hell-wide if he were to go missing again. Vox can’t bring himself to be annoyed because he, more than anyone, is aware that Alastor would fistfight Lucifer and the entire order of Hell itself to ensure his safety. Not that he’s complaining anyway: his attention-craving ass is VERY much reveling in the almost 24 hour cuddle sessions and kisses, and Vark very much appreciates Al accompanying them during their morning walks now because he gets double the treats.

And the sugar on the cream comes later on in the week after the incident, when a VERY special, extended broadcast of Alastor’s radio show goes live on air, featuring a VERY special guest star: the media overlord himself, who would like to send a little message to the denizens of Hell that overlords are not to be messed with and are in power for a REASON. Alastor let’s him take the reins like the good, supportive partner he is, of course — any fool who dares to touch HIS mate has earned the cruel fate lined up in store, especially those with less than savory intentions (and sue him if he thinks the sight of his lover reveling in the suffering of those who dare cross him is more beautiful and poetic than the stars and moon and oceans combined)

Despite her usual preaching of going for as little violence as possible, Charlie makes an allowance this one time; in fact, she’s their first caller. After all, these sinners are her family, and woe betold you when you mess with the Princess of Hell’s family. Vaggie is only slightly perturbed by this reaction, but the soft look of pure adoration on her lover’s face as they listen in on the broadcast with the rest of the gang, languidly giving a stretched out Vark in their lap head pats, is worth the future nightmares, she reasons.

I didn't do the whole prompt, but I did my best! I hope you enjoy it, anon ^-^ I also included it in my 'A Month In Rut' series so it's vague enough to keep it spoiler-free of any unreleased chapters!

#hazbin hotel #anonymous #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #radiostatic #a month in rut

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solarwoniii · 8 months

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zb1 tits ass or thighs preference?

omg ok lets go

jiwoong is the biggest ass man i've ever seen and NOBODY can convince me otherwise. he LOVES spanking and he can't get enough of fucking you from behind because he loves the view he gets 🥱🥱 (also the type to smack ur ass as he walks past BUT THATS A TANGENT FOR ANOTHER TIME!!!)

hao being a boob man just MAKES SENSE u guys. istg he would love grabbing at them while you're making out, or play with them while he's inside of you. and because i also see him as an extremely mean dom (i feel like ive talked about this already HAVE I TALKED ABOUT THIS ALREADY????), i can very well imagine him completely RUINING YOUR TITS. biting them, hickeying them, digging his nails into them... goodluck girl im praying for u.

hanbin is also a boob man. no explanation needed but i will give you one anyways incase there is any PROTESTORS. yes he would love all of you (because he is a simp king body worshipper), including your ass and your thighs but if you choose to go braless around him WATCH HIM MELT. his eyes will only be on your chest, AND TO GIVE HIM CREDIT!! he will try not to stare but he cant help it ITS NOT HIM U GUYS ITS HIS BOOB MAN SENSES HE CANT CONTROL THEM

matthew... ok i want to believe so badly that he likes tits bc it wld be so cute :(( mattchu sucking on your tits while toying with your clit and constantly looking back up at you to watch your reactions... BUT THAT WOULD BE A LIE BECAUSE THIS MAN LOVES THIGHS SO FUCKING MUCH HE GOES FERAL FOR THEM HE IS A THIGH MAN.

okay i need help with this one because i genuinely do not know with taerae.. i'm thinking tits but also thighs..?? I DONT KNOW MAN i think taerae just loves everything and will appreciate your body no matter what (but will also explode with hanbin if u dont wear a bra around him pls do it for his sake hes too weak for you).. COMMENT UR THOUGHTS THOUGH I WANNA SEE WHAT U GUYS THINK !!

ricky... dear lord... ok. is he a boob man?? absolutely BUT IS HE ALSO IN LOVE WITH GROPING YOUR ASS??/??/? YES. its so annoying bc this mf acts all shy n sweet BUT as soon as everyones gone HES A DIFFERENT MAN. will not leave your ass alone. it hurts to sit down without a pillow under it because of how many times hes spanked you. AND IS HE SORRY??? NO. he will not hesitate to laugh at you. in conclusion fuck shen quanrui (in both ways)

#💌; lynn rambles !#💭askbox !#zb1 #zerobaseone #zb1 jiwoong #zb1 zhanghao #zb1 hanbin #zb1 matthew #zb1 taerae #zb1 ricky #zb1 smut #zerobaseone smut #zb1 fluff #zb1 drabbles

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sakuplumeria · 1 year

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Give me my feral Albert: Adoption

I’ve never realized that the adoption of William and Louis differs between the anime and manga. It felt like the anime filled the gaps—vague plots—in the manga, but the more I crosscheck, the more I found differences. Once again, the anime tamed my feral Albert. How so? Let’s have a closer look.

In the anime, the adoption of an orphan revolved around the Earl Moriarty. It showed that the Earl was cornered to foster an orphan.

Duchess Pénières was a noble in a higher rank than Earl Moriarty. If he was questioned by the Duchess herself, in front of the society in the party, how could he say no? Though in this scenario, another question popped up in my mind: How come a noble such as the Duchess had the heart to foster an orphan, at that era where Albert despised literally everything in the world? Following the logic of the story, this was rather questionable. But then, it was an addition, anime only, background.

So let’s just continue. The conversation led the Earl to ask Albert to chose an orphan to bring home.

It was the Earl who took the initiative to foster an orphan, rather than Albert, even though he was forced to do it. It seemed like the idea of taking William and Louis home came to Albert’s mind because the Earl asked him to. He wouldn’t dare to actually ask William and Louis otherwise. At least, with the sequence of the scenes in episode 2, I myself interpreted it that way.

And this very interpretation, was a contrary to the manga.

Interestingly, the adoption revolved heavily around Albert's mother and the original William in the manga. We firstly learn about the adoption from the countess, when she lashed out to our William.

It didn’t say much yet, only that they were adopted, but noticed how full of hatred she was about our William calling her “Mother”. We get so much more about the adoption out of the original William.

Okay so, there were no hints of the Earl making a move to adopt an orphan. So far, the fact that William and Louis were adopted was because of Albert. He was the only one having the “noble” mind to come up with something so bizarre like adopting orphans. Obviously not the original William himself or the countess, but also not the Earl. So where was the Earl in the manga? He showed up a little.

We can see that the Earl was, like all other nobles at that time, hungry for a higher position in the system. He despised and avoid connections with people from the lower class. He based his actions as to whether it would benefit his position in nobility. He was not someone who would just agree to adopting an orphan from the lower class. So, the question now was: How did Albert actually manage his father to adopt not one, but two orphans from the lower class?

Two possible answers as of now.

First, as we’ve seen from the previous panel, Albert used the “noblesse oblige” to bring William and Louis home. He probably had a heated discussion with the Earl about it. I am leaning to think that the discussion was in private, because if the discussions were carried out with the whole family, can you imagine the countess’ reactions? Albert was clever enough to avoid something that will make his plan fail. However, discussing things only, wouldn’t make the Earl agree, I suppose. There must be something else…

My discussion with @hergan416 brought to light, the affair that the Earl was having. I don’t know how could I skip this fact, when it was explicitly there.

Now, this was something we don’t get from the anime either. And where would this bring us to? Did Albert know? Oh, I believe Albert knew. I mean, even the original William knew…

In the past, Albert had won the negotiation for his weekly visits to the orphanage before. Oh I believe this brought dispute before, since the Earl has the responsibilities of his children’s actions. Words spread fast, and what would others say when they see Albert went to the slums every week? Even if it was for charity.

Adoption was much bigger than just visitations though, so I guess Albert had to use a trump card for this. The affair. Did he threaten to leak the affair? Because even if it was probably a common practice, but it would struck the Earl’s position if publicized. Did he ask cooperation from the mistress to smooth out his plan? Because if it could increase the probability even just a little… I honestly don’t know, but I would like to think both?

He had the brain. He had the power and access. He had won against his father once, so I’d like to believe he had the courage too. It was not as big as his desire to get rid of people. It was only to bring two people to his house. I believe he would give it all. After he made the offer to William. After he found his way of salvation.

In the end, we see the adoption happening. Whatever he did, he succeeded. Maybe he asked for William’s assistance, maybe not. Didn’t really matter. But as you can see once again, Albert was not the lame teenager who just did as he was told as the anime showed. He didn’t bring William and Louis home because the Earl asked him to. He pushed the agenda to his father. He was taking the initiative. This is the Albert I know.

#yuumori #yuumori metas #albert james moriarty #anime vs manga #give me my feral albert #moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #my metas

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Pudding and Usopp should be friends me thinks. Usopp hears about everything that happened to Sanji on WCI and is fully prepared to hate her guts no matter what anyone says and then it’s slightly mad at himself when he actually likes her. I have a very specific image of Sanamipu bff dynamic in my head I can’t really describe but I’m having it. The type of people who think of themself as some of the more sane people in the group and sure, they get the idiot ball just a tiny bit less often when they are all together and snarking, but when they get it they slam dunk it so hard the entire court shatters.

I AGREE COMPLETELY!!!!!!!!! This would be so funny, too 😭 (Making this Sanusona as I always do) Usopp finds out about what happened back on WCI and he hates Pudding. Sanji keeps telling him to see it from a different angle. That it wasn't really Pudding's fault and she was being manipulated by her mom. That she actually helped them in the end. But Usopp doesn't like her- Not only because she did what she did, but also because he can't stand the way Sanji talks about her. Ngl, I think Usopp isn't a jealous person, but he is very insecure and Sanji being fond of the girl he almost ends up marrying makes him a bit sick. But, yeah. Final saga, they rescue Pudding, and she meets the Strawhats. Usopp is fully prepared to be her worst enemy no matter what! But- But she's actually really nice? And cute? And really, really funny? And he can't hate her. He tries to be angry at her but she's cooking sweets for everyone and even though she has this weird on-and-off personality when it comes to Sanji... She has a good heart. But Usopp keeps pretending that he hates her because he's a proud idiot and he won't admit he was wrong about her. Sanji just tells him to get his shit together already and enjoy their time together because otherwise, he'll regret it (funny that he's the one saying that as if he wasn't equally as stubborn. That frustrated Usopp more). I think Pudding would actually make amends with them, you know, since I doubt Nami and Luffy could forgive her that easily. But they end up getting along with her when she apologizes (when Sanji isn't around because if he is in front of her she'll end up yelling without wanting to). Usopp doesn't buy it. I mean- He does buy it. He just doesn't want to. So Pudding talks to him in private and explains her situation and apologizes and says she understands if he doesn't want to forgive her. She almost marries his boyfriend, after all. And she has hurt him in multiple ways. And she has broken his heart. It's understandable if Usopp wants to hate her so bad. But the guy is soft against that and Usopp believes people can change. Besides, he knows what being insecure about your appearance and status is, especially if it has to do with a parent. So they end up getting along. The same thing happens with Nami, actually. Imagine trying to forget what Pudding did to their cook. Nami is going feral cat mode against her. If looks could kill, y'know... But! But she saw with her own eyes how Pudding helped them out and she knows what it feels like. To act like somebody you're not. And yeah, okay, the girl might be a little bit insane but it could be worse. And when she's acting like a normal person, she's a sweetheart. So Usopp ends up befriending her quickly, while Nami accepts her and embraces her friendship, but not without the typical "But I swear, if you do anything remotely bad to him again I am not hesitating to electrocute you and throw you overboard. Understood? Understood. Glad we had this chat, bestie". So, uh, yeah- At least they're friends now.

And let me tell you-- It's chaotic. Sanji thought he would be devastated if they didn't get along, but now that they do... Sanji is losing his mind. They're all crazy. He's living his dream, you know. His dear Pudding is friends with his partners. Great. Yeah. Uh. Pudding is teaching Usopp how to use a revolver, which makes sense since he is a sniper and he's curious about guns. That makes sense. But she's also telling Nami manipulation tactics and the navigator couldn't be happier. And you might think that's it, but then you have Usopp showing off his abilities and Nami giving tangerines to Pudding so she can make sweets with them. Which is adorable and cute and Sanji loves every second of it, but it's like they planned this to make him go insane. His poor heart can't handle this. He's going to die. They're a menace to society. Honestly? An unstoppable trio. They manipulate, gaslight, and Sanji malewifes. If they don't like you and you have something they want they probably will steal that from you using either manipulation, burglar tactics or, you know, a gun. Perfect trio. They're also Sanji's protection squad. And also they're the ones who scold him when he doesn't behave. He's a bit scared of them but like, in a good way? And they also look after him a lot so it's alright. And besides, Sanji is kind of like their knight in shining armor too because he gets extra violent if something happens to any of them.

Isn't it just,,, Such a cute picture to imagine Sanji and Pudding cooking while Usopp and Nami work on their own things at the dining table while they keep them company? I find it cute,, They're all a bit crazy but it's fine.

#hey anon i actually fucking adore this thank you #i think pudding deserves so much love and recognition #she's a sweetie and a menace to society and i think she'd get along with sanusona perfectly #making this sanusona bc it's my new obsession don't judge me #you don't get it they're all non-binary sapphics to me :(#one piece #black leg sanji #usopp #cat burglar nami #charlotte pudding #sanuso #sanami #sanusona

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Genshin men finding out their s/o is a former god + sort of general dating headcanons

Xiao ⋄ Dainsleif ⋄ Venti ⋄ Zhongli ⋄ Scaramouche ⋄ Childe ⋄ Kazuha ⋄ Itto

A/N - nothing but pure fluff (and a dash of angst but shhh that's a surprise tool for later), first time writing something in this format, and just wanted to experiment a bit. The reader is G/N for each character ^^ SUPER long post btw sorry. If you want any other Genshin men or even women please let me know ^^. I tried keeping to gender-neutral pronouns and descriptions but if I messed up lmk!

Content warnings: Cursing and a bit of angst but nothing too bad and talks about marriage with Zhongli, Childe, and Venti

Xiao - The Vigilant Yaksha

It took a long time for you two to enter an official romantic relationship.

Not a fan of pet names but sometimes calls you his Lotus Flower <3

not only because Xiao was scared of hurting you, an otherwise beacon of light in his karmic fog, but because he believed that falling for a mortal would be nothing less than foolish.

That didn't stop Xiao's aching heart each time you came around keeping a close watchful eye on you though. Something about you just drew himself to you, almost as though some divine presence had urged him forward.

At least that was his excuse. Yeah no, don't listen to his protests, he's just head over heels and can't admit it without turning a bright shade of red.

so when you finally got past his tough-guy exterior and came face to face with a sincere, kind, and caring interior that could only look at you with such adoring eyes, you practically melted in each other's hold.

Xiao never took your relationship for granted, he believed that one day you'd succumb to your own mortality and that he should embrace and cherish every moment possible while he still has the chance.

so imagine his surprise and utter shock when he finds out you won't die?? Like this man was not prepared for this conversation, let alone being told you're a fricking god????

Xiao can't say he's not happy in some form. You'll have all the time in the world till erosion do you part. Not to say he isn't curious though, seeing as he has no recollection of your presence or mention during the archon war.

In short, you just didn't care. You had your own people to consider and didn't want to be tied to Celestia, however, with your people having long been gone (through natural circumstances) for many years, you took to traveling the nations.

Not much else changes really, with both of you being immortal Xiao is a bit more willing to be physically affectionate, knowing his karmic debt won't interfere much with your own physical well-being and he's become a lot more in need of things like hugs, hand-holding, and even small kisses when he feels anxious.

"I know you can take care of yourself but I still worry about you. You may be divine but you still have a physical body to care for... I can't always stand back while you throw yourself into danger you know..."

Dainsleif - Twilight Sword

Dainsleif has been alive for many, many years. Having long since accepted his cursed fate.

He's also not a fan of pet names but indulges in it when you're alone. He calls you sunbeam <3 He's often reminded of how you constantly remind him of the sun he once saw for the first time 500 years ago, only this time it's an ever-present breath of fresh air.

Similarly to Xiao, it will take a long time for him to accept that he's allowed to love and be loved. He believe that keeping to himself and fighting the abyss order alone was best.

But Celestia Damn it, you somehow squirmed into his life and he'd be damned if he let you squirm out as quickly. This man LOVES you okay? Like he'd fight an entire group of feral abyss heralds to make sure you're safe <3

The guilt of keeping this massive secret from Dain began to eat away at you as time went on as you are perfectly aware of his distrust in the Archons and just gods in general. How on earth were you supposed to tell him?! You didn't want to make him distrust you or see you as a threat, anything but that, please!

You.were.panicking

Of course, with Dain being the attentive lover he is and someone who's able to catch on to the subtlest of difference and totally not you becoming visibly anxious these changes in your demeanor don't go unnoticed and he urges you to open up to him.

I mean, it's only fair, right? You come strolling into his life and break down his barriers and make him feel things, so it'd only be right for you to confide in him with your worries - if you wanted to I mean that's your choice and he understands that. It'd be nice though.

With a heavy heart, and a nervous knot making its way into the pit of your stomach, you come clean to the poor knight.

Dainsleif is... surprised to say the least.

Out of everything to be told, being told your lover is a god was not one of them. Far from it actually.

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He doesn't have an adverse reaction, he's just... wow how to even describe this feeling. He isn't disgusted or immediately put off by this fact. in fact, he's probably the more elated one between the two of you at that moment.

Dainsleif long since accepted that one day, after you're long gone, he'd be happy with the memories you gave him and that he would make his priority while you were here.

Not that this no longer made you a priority, but this made something in Dain snap like the rope holding himself together over a coursing river had suddenly torn.

He's been alone for so long, spent many nights with you next to him pondering whether or not he could handle your death. He's practically sobbing in relief when it hits him. He's not alone. He's finally not alone and the love of his life, of his eternity, will be there.

Dainsleif doesn't mind and even uses your divinity as an excuse to dote on you and do things for you that you are perfectly capable of doing at times.

Can't reach something? Don't fret he's on it. Carrying something that's a bit too heavy? What on earth were you thinking?! he's right there for a reason here let him get that for you, no longer your issue!

Dain only does this to tease you or make you flustered though, he only distrusted the main gods, Rex Lapis, Barbatos, etc. Those who would've been tied to Celestia more or less.

He loves you so so much <3

"Sunbeam, waking up next to you every day will never be a sight I grow tired of. I promise to try and be worthy enough for your grace..."

Venti - Anemo archon and Singer of Skyward Sonnets

Venti took a liking to you almost immediately, and boy did he fall hard for you quickly.

Calls you windblume (i know super original) <3

Literally, just you smiling at him as you tenderly helped him clean up from his drunken state and he was already planning your guys' future wedding.

I like to think Venti lives in the moment and doesn't fret much.

Yes, he's experienced great loss before and understands he is immortal, but he doesn't think he should allow that to impede his present and wants to live his life to the fullest.

And by fullest I mean drinking, singing, and trying to romance you bard style.

It works. somehow.

Don't ask him, Venti doesn't even know.

But Venti loves you nonetheless. Of course, he writes songs and ballads about you all the time. Everyone in Mondstadt, or just anyone who'll listen knows about how much he loves you and how lucky he is that you're his lover! HIS lover oh my Celestia he's getting all flustered thinking about it.

So telling him you were (technically) a former god wasn't something you were particularly nervous about.

I mean you still were a god, just weren't all too keen on being worshipped as such. And you were sure Venti felt the same way.

You were sure he'd be happy, and that it wouldn't really change things seeing as he was a god himself. You were right..... and wrong.

Venti was happy and static, yes, but it changed everything for him. Wondering how in Teyvat he never heard of you before and how it's just preposterous he didn't meet you sooner.

Most of his ballads now describe you as 'heavenly' and how you're "a gift sent from fate to be with him and to be together for all of eternity"

(inspired by someone else's headcanon) Venti would 100% try to change the books to at least include you and him falling in love, or at least make sure the wind spread the message <3

"Hey Windblume, have you heard my latest ballad on the untold story of how Barbatos fell in love with a serene god? No? Would you like to I was sure to make it as accurate as possible~ Ehehe"

Zhongli - Geo archon and God of Contracts

He's also suffered great loss in his life and is similar to Venti in terms of moving on. He resigned from his title of Geo Archon because he knew erosion would come for him too and he simply wanted to live.

So when this absolute blessing of an individual that is you waltz into his life as gracefully as ever (you accidentally spilled soup onto him while walking in the plaza with a to-go order

Though I wouldn't say planning your wedding fall for you, he's definitely imagining how you'd look as his lawfully wedded spouse in the far future.

Zhongli does often wonder at night if what he's doing is best, but then he sees the way your sleeping figure rests beside him and all his doubts are quelled right then.

He uses pet names gingerly, so nonchalantly and it kills you every time because he says them as easily as your name.

He loves using the name Chili for you since the soup you spilled on him had lots of chilis in it

Zhongli is a lot more slow-paced than Venti but a lot faster than Dain or Xiao (not that being slow or fast is bad tho <3). He's a true gentleman and wants nothing but the best for you!

Doesn't know that you know that he's a god himself, wants to wait a bit to tell you.

When he does tell you, that's when you decide to tell him. I mean, makes sense right? Kill two birds with one stone. Which was easier said than done.

When he told you he was an absolute stuttering mess at a loss for words on how to tell you. What if you left him? What if you wanted someone who would grow old with you? What if you felt inadequate?

Zhongli didn't mean to ramble he truly didn't, but the moment he opened his mouth he just couldn't stop but his words are cut short by a quick peck on his lips and the soft look in your eyes. You finally let him in on your own secret, just as nervous as he was but just as happy.

He's relieved, not as openly ecstatic as some others but he can feel a great burden lifted off his shoulders and it shows.

He's still in the mindset of "live in the present, thrive for the future" mindset but he at least has the knowledge that you'll be with him for it all.

Similar to Venti and Dain, Zhongli often uses your divinity to absolutely coddle you in private. During moments of pure domestic intimacy while you two sway to a slow song in your shared home.

"Good evening my dear, would you care to tell me of your day around the harbor over a glass of wine? I would want nothing more than to hear your voice fill my ears"

Scaramouche Kunikuzushi - The Balladeer

You've known him for a while, in passing. You weren't a part of the Fatui but instead were more or less someone the Tsaritsa would allow to come around (much to the confusion of the others)

Scaramouche was cruel, hostile, and only ever tolerated you. Knowing that your relationship with the Tsaritsa eld him back.

However, you slowly crept into his mind like a leech, and what went from disdain for you to being an absolute puppy in your presence.

Scara can't explain it, you just had this calming effect on him that he just fell to his knees for you (he was drunk and tired after a Fatui event, you were simply there to make sure he didn't get himself hurt but he refuses to acknowledge that and just lovingly says you bewitched him somehow <3)

must say that despite his tough exterior, when you unravel him he's unraveled for you and for you only. He's a lot softer and calmer around you and makes an effort to not hurt you, physically or emotionally.

melts at you calling him Kuni or just any nickname really, he can't muster up the courage to call you any nicknames

He's especially soft when he gains the gnosis and is now on the run. Not that he wanted you to follow him but you insisted.

After a while, he told you of his origins and his disdain for the archons as well, though you weren't as nervous about telling him of your godhood.

When you do, however, he doesn't believe you, it takes a lot of convincing but you finally get it through to him and it all starts making more sense.

Scaramouche is not particularly one way or the other, he is silently ecstatic you're immortal with him but wouldn't make a big deal of it, except when he's going out of his way to fluster you which is a lot harder since if you were ever in a relationship with this man you'd probably be a lot harder to fluster.

Isn't the best when it comes to words but will proudly show you how much he loves you and will state that only someone like you would be worthy of him when in reality he's constantly on edge about if you want someone worthier than him because boy does he have some abandonment issues.

Does go out of his way to make sure you're comfortable and will try to find any information on your impact as a god, no matter your protests about it being in the past.

"Well of course you'd love me, the divine are more likely worthy of the divine! Wait- no that doesn't mean I wouldn't love you if you weren't! I was just stating how it made more sense you- erghh I hate how much I love you at times..." (he secretly loves your teasing though don't worry)

Ajax Tartaglia - Codename: Childe and Foul Legacy

He's smitten for you, an absolute flirt, a real rapscallion of a player with your heart.... well more accurately you're the real rapscallion because you play him like a fiddle and he loves it

Does not matter if he knows you're a god or not, the moment you're in a relationship with him, he will absolutely worship you in every sense and spoil you like you're back to your glory days once more.

Because of his delusion and job he may have a shorter life span, this often puts a tear into your relationship for a bit, much to his confusion.

Tartaglia daydreams out loud to you CONSTANTLY. Often talking about your future and how he hopes to be wedded to you and have a small family, he adores you.

LOVES LOVES LOVES nicknames, will call you anything and everything!

His siblings love you just as much and he loves watching you play with them. Because you two live together their able to come around a lot more often even if he indulges himself like a workaholic and does not worry for his siblings' safety.

You know Tartaglia won't react badly, but it still makes you nervous about how he may react. You're worried that he'd want someone mortal and not someone eternal, someone who he knew would outlive him unnaturally as opposed to his profession.

You put on a suave act and confidently come clean minus the fact you're shaking like a leaf on the brink of tears and he melts.

uses every opportunity to use it to fluster you, he doesn't mind really he loves it because let's be real, he's a complete softie for his badass partner <3

Will now worship even worse, calling you every name in the book of how you were revered and will continue to use his position as Harbinger to get more info on you because Celestia damn it you deserve it.

You both equally worship one another, constantly complimenting and spoiling one another in lavish ways and daydreaming with one another.

He'd been hesitant about making you a sparring partner before because he was afraid of scaring you off or hurting you but now he's practically on his knees begging for you to fight him.

you don't use your divine powers often to fight but the first time Childe sees you do so he's awestruck and hyped up begging to have you use that against him in your next sparring match because it's so unfair that some scoundrels get to experience it but he doesn't, your lover, your future husband no less T^T how could you?

"Come on, please?! I promise I won't get hurt I just want to experience it once just once! Why do they get to and I don't? No, I don't care that they're now just corpses I know you wouldn't hurt me <3"

Kaedehara Kazuha - The Wondering Samurai

You're soft for him, and the fact he has such a soothing voice and calming aura doesn't quell that either.

It didn't take too long for you two to become close and practically a couple already.

Kazuha writing poem after poem about his 'very close friend' really started getting on Beidou's (loving) nerve because holy shit he would not shut up about you.

"Y/N this" and 'Y/N that" and "Y/N is a divine presence in my world" Beidou is ready to sew her ears shut (don't listen to her, she's just as bad about Ninnguang)

He also uses LOTS of nicknames, but like... you can't tell if they're nicknames because he'll use his poetic language to absolutely fluster you into a state of "are you describing me or-???"

I don't think he's not aware, probably something about the wind speaking to him about how, long after you're together, you are of divine origin.

bro really tries to come out to you about how you're a god, er well about how he knows you're a god instead of the other way around. Will literally use any example to let you know that he knows.

"My the weather here is quite beautiful despite the thundering storms earlier, what an odd occurrence my dear, its almost as if the divine themselves are present" 👁👁

Yeah Kazu, weird right...

When you do tell him, he doesn't change all that much. he makes some corny (but loving) poems about how he just knew you were an angel from the very moment he met you.

He understands that idea of mortality better than everyone else, and he often worries that you may begin to overthink your own immortality.

Loves that you treasure every moment with him just as he does with you <3

"Oh? Do you wish to tell me something of great importance? What are you nervous about? There's no need to fret. Ah well, I'm not sure what you can tell that the wind itself hasn't done so already. Still, I appreciate that you trust me enough to include me as much as you have."

Arataki Itto - The One and Oni

Let's be real here I dont think he'd really care.

Not in a way that's like dismissive or that he's not interested in you or your former life as a god.

No, it's more or less he just doesn't see you as someone to treat differently because of who you once were

You and Shinobu are super close too. She and Itto, although not related, act very much like siblings and when you first joined the gang it was Shinobu who helped you get acquainted and fit in with the group.

Being someone who didn't have much close family growing up (be it that you and your siblings are distant or you're an only child with distant or no parents), it was definitely a jarring experience to suddenly have such a close group like the gang.

While the members of the gang themselves acted like a family, you found that. even before you revealed your former identity, you were treated... differently.

The gang treated you super kindly and you still felt like you were a part of their family. It was actually Itto and Shinobu who began to act strange. Mostly Itto with him looking at you as though he's trying to compare you based on a memory of something else alone.

Turns out you weren't entirely underground with your former..... escapades as much as you thought

Turns out scholars and researchers are VERY much aware that this former god is still around since a recent spike in divine affairs had started discussions around mortal-acting gods. Oh if only they knew of a certain Liyue consultant~ *sigh*

You didn't realize this and still hold a mortal form very similar looking to your previous form, not that you would have changed it by much. That shit takes too much time honestly.

One of these scholars had begun to ask around the city and gang noticing the resemblance between some traveling merchant and some god?

Shinobu immediately began to connect the dots not too long after you joined and Itto, being her honorary brother and who was practically whipped for you the moment you joined, was included in her speculations.

The confrontation was awkward, to say the least.

Shinobu was trying to be more smooth about it while Itto was being blunt

They honestly don't think of you as anything more or less than what they know you as, Teyvat no longer relies so heavily on gods that aren't Archons and is moving past a time of the gods. Especially over a god who had no desire to be revered by mortals.

Itto comes up with the strangest nicknames.

Motherfucker once called you a Sea Ganoderma (lovingly)

you don't mind. You know he means well.

He likes to refer to you as his "One and Oni darling" and spends every moment he can to make sure you know how much he loves you.

overall soft vibes and you wouldn't trade it for the world.

If you want a part two, please request some characters or even prompts you guys have! Will make a post detailing what I will write for and what I will not write for :)

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bluemusickid · 2 years

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CE character: my husband, Andy "Huge Weiner" Barber x PlusSize!Fem!Character

Warnings for the stuff undercut: sex, p in v, mutual masturbation, 18+ smut.

A/N: It's day 1 of ovulation and oh god am I feral. Bet my pussy is raw af after the intense rubbing its been getting.

Sometimes I wish I had a sex doll ;_;

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All I can think is how AMAZING it would be to get railed by Andy Barber. Imagine working for him and secretely dating him, but you can't stop thinking about him and his wonderful mouth, fingers, cock...

Finally when you can't control it, and you're sure you've soaked your panties, you walk to him; your feet wobbling with erotic anticipation. Knocking on his door, you open it to see him on his laptop, typing away intently as he absent-mindedly loosens his tie, a frown marring his otherwise perfect face.

Your breath hitches. How can he turn you on with a simple gesture like that? Locking the door behind you, you turn to face him, as you see him chewing on his bottom lip, clearly engrossed with his paperwork to ignore you like that. You whimper as you make your way to him. You needed him STAT. There was a fire in your belly, a beast which only he could tame.

"Andy." You whisper, your voice breathy with lust.

He looks up, perplexed by your tone. He hadn't expected to see you here, especially since you had an upcoming case that you had been prepping for day and night.

"Hey sweetheart. Is everything ok?" He asks, pushing his chair back. You groan inwardly. Those thick thighs spread apart...UGHH. It made your mouth water, mind whirring with possibilities. You make your way to his desk silently, dropping to your knees, taking your place between his legs. His frown deepens, not really catching onto your actions.

"I need you. Here, now. Hard." You murmur, running your hands ever so slightly over his wonderful thighs. You place soft kisses on them over the fabric of his pants, the heat dissipating through them adding to your ever growing lust.

When you look up to gaze at him, you see his eyes darken, his hands moving to cover yours.

"The door-"

"-is locked."

He gazes at you for a beat, before undoing his belt and zipper. You go to take him out, but he stops you.

"No."

You frown, cocking your head at his denial. What was he upto?

"Show me. Show me how much you need me." He says, as he takes himself in hand, stroking his member with slow, deliberate strokes.

You gulp, sitting down on the floor as you open your legs for him to see your drenched panties. He sharply inhales, gruffly muttering, "Wider."

You pant, widening your legs as you circle your engorged nub through your underwear; the coarse lace adding to your already overheated state.

There are no words spoken; just the silence in the room broken by both of your laboured breathing. You can feel yourself nearing your climax, but you hold off. The only way you're gonna cum is on this gorgeous man's cock.

"Enough." He growls, as he gets off his chair, kneeling in front of you, his face a mere centimeter away from your core. You inhale sharply, as you feel him softly bite you through the thin scrap of material.

"Oh yeah, I can see her soaking for me, sweetheart. I'll give you what you want." He muttered as he roughly pulls off your panties, the cool air of the room hitting your overheated core.

He pulls your legs apart wider, to the point where they are completely pulled apart. He holds them in place with his knees, grinning wickedly as he sees the realisation dawn on your face. This man was going to ruin you-and he was gonna do it in the office, knowing that you couldn't make a noise. The bastard.

"I hope you can keep quiet sweetheart, because I know how much you like to scream my name." With that, he enters you in a swift move, relishing the feel of your warm, wet walls around him. After a few moments inside, he lets go. Setting a relentless pace, he practically pounds you into the floor; all the while pinning your arms to your side with your fingers intertwined and legs spread-eagled.

You jolt your head from side to side, unable to contain your whimpers. Your thighs were shaking from effort; you needed respite from his merciless pace, his relentless rhythm.

You silently beg, "please please please", praying for him to let you close your legs; but he wouldn't budge. He quickens his pace, bringing you closer to your peak; but then slows down and even stops, keeping you at the brink but not letting you fall into the ravine. You nearly screamed in frustration. Why was he doing this? Why was he prolonging the delicious torture?

He takes pity on you, perhaps, and lowers his tie into your mouth; effectively gagging you.

"As much as I love hearing those sweet sounds, I wouldn't want us to get in trouble."

With that, he resumes his punishing pace, keeping you pinned down. Tears stream down your face as the heat swirling in your belly makes its way to your core, your thighs beginning to shake again.

Leaning down, he kisses your tears away, muttering mid-pant, "take it. Take it all. I know you can, sweetheart. Feel me."

And you do. Because this is what you wanted. This is what you needed.

He takes his knees off your legs, holding them up to keep your hips in the air, the changed angle hitting all your sensitive spots. You're sure you'll not be able to walk after these gymnastics wreaking havoc on your body; both inside and outside.

You feel yourself hurtling towards completion, as is he; you hear him mutter through gritted teeth. A thrust has you seeing stars as you reach your peak, finally reaching completion and giving your screaming nerve endings their respite.

He follows you, his hot spend coating your walls as he shunts into you, making sure not even a drop is wasted. He collapses on you, careful not to squash you as he leaves soft kisses on your hair, his hands softly stroking your waist.

"Day after your period?" He drawls lazily, drawing patterns on your skin.

You turn your head to him, nodding and grinning.

He smiles lazily, "I'll go home and get the bath ready and order us a pizza."

You sigh happily, snuggling into him. This man knows you too well.

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Man oh man, this is the first thing i've published in a long time. Let's hope y'all like it as much as I did. 🥰

Yes day 2 of ovulation is pretty much the same lol.

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