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anantaru · 5 days

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GENSHIN + HE TALKS YOU THROUGH IT

— ꒰ including ꒱ — diluc, wriothesley, childe, ayato

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — dirty talk, oral (fem! receiving) rough syx & dom genshin men, petnames used: baby, love, darling, good girl, pussy drunk men, fem! reader ⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ

— ꒰ DILUC ꒱

you wince, before feeling diluc's hands caress your frame softly as he urges you towards the bed slightly, "lay down, c’mon hurry for me, i will get on my knees for you," your face burned at his words, your blood boiling extremely hot— regardless, you do not go against your boyfriends instructions and obediently drop on your back, head bouncing against the soft pillows and legs propped up your heels.

diluc follows you right away, settling his hands against your lower stomach, "let me slip these off you," and his voice was pummeling into your blood, sounding raspier than usual, presenting himself teasingly, taunting

how can someone be so sexy, yet also gentleman alike at the very same time?

you always wonder and never find an answer.

his fingers are skillful, yet they are also dangerous, feverishly slipping into the waistband of your wet panties to slide them off you— your pussy bare and exposed now, clenching around nothing as it earns you a disgustingly sinful groan from him.

"there you go, you're so pretty," he breathes and spits on your clit before rubbing the saliva over your puffy folds with his digits, "my pretty girl."

diluc leans into your thighs and places a subtle kiss on your knee, holding a crooked smile— such kiss was certainly concealing something beneath the surface, mingled with aroused ideas of how the next couple of hours will look like.

"you know what to do, right?" he motions, getting on his knees as his dick presses painfully against his tight pants. of course, you know what he's talking about and situate your legs against his shoulders, earning yourself an appreciate hum from the red haired man.

without a word, warm air wafts over your slicked folds and trembling skin as diluc's fingers hold against you gently, the tip of his wet muscle experimentally nudging at the hood of your sensitive clit.

he doesn't falter in his rhythm and gives your cunt a good, fat lap of tongue and saliva before trailing down to your hole.

he noses his way to your clit and presses his mouth against it firmly, your cunt throbbing at the connect of his tongue licking you in shifting patterns, the vehement sounds of saliva and arousal slapping and slapping and splattering all over his tongue had your toes curled, lips parted.

"ooh you taste so good darling, you taste so fucking good, fuck—" he moans, and he sounded so desperate, like he's going to skip the foreplay once and for all and fuck you into the bee until you couldn't walk nor move for weeks.

your legs entwine and shiver on his shoulders, your control over your body lost and slipping from the palms of your hands as murmurs of encouragement hit your sensitive pussy— your fingers splayed possessively into his scarlet hair as you ride his face and cry his name.

"let me make you feel good, it's gonna feel good, promise," diluc mumbles into your cunt as his nose continuously nudges into your puffy clit, his slender fingers probing at your hole when his tongue laps around you.

in between your quivering thighs— everything felt wet, disgustingly sloppy and so hot and you wonder if diluc didn't secretly use his vision on you to get this particular effect from you.

alas, his slacked mouth was meeting your hips, your core stuttering up into his face as you craved, no, needed more friction, needed more of his voice crumbling at the taste of you as your eyes drift over the fluffy clouds of pleasure in your head.

— ꒰ WRIOTHESLEY ꒱

wriothesley looks down on your twisted expression and a sheen line of sweat pillowing on your forehead, "look at me," his face was tilted at the side as you felt his complete weight cover, crush and fold your body in half.

the press and burn of his cock was breaching in and out of you fast, in fact, yes, wriothesley was aware of your strong liking towards his dominating aura in the bedroom, especially when he's looking at you through glazed eyes and his sweat laced chest rising and falling when you clench around him.

he knows it all, and he's been wanting to pleasure you over and over all this time.

"look at me in my eyes," he commands again, forcing you to look at him, yet all you could muster was to part your eyes slightly, an overcast mist of salaciousness prevailing over you.

he shatters, widens and parts your sloppy hole effortlessly, turning you addicted off the strong, thick compress in your pussy that you almost didn't even realize he's managed to coax literal tears from your eyes, pull them out one by one, small crystals sinfully glimmering on your sticky lashes and shouting more more more.

"you're so good, you're so good, my good fucking girl," he drawls proudly and smirks down at you, his voice explosive with thirst and longing, "my good girl, mine, you hear me?" as he assures you and moves his hips with one quick roll of his dripping dick, beginning to fuck into you.

wriothesley knows you deserve it, deserve to be bounced back and forth the bed until you're full of his semen, yes, you do, and you know it.

"you feel me in you? feel me, fucking feel me baby,"

driven by curiosity, you focus your eyes at the man on top of you, swearing there was nothing more handsome than somebody like wriothesley, a highly respected duke, whispering those sweet and filthy profanities into your mouth while his cock thickens within your soft walls, "does that feel good, yeah? i can see it on your face"

"yesyesyes… it does," you whine and squeeze at his words, his cock dragging and pressing and dragging so strongly along your wet walls before he's stuttering in midst a long, languid thrust, his head thrown back and facing up the ceiling— not long after, loading you up of his creamy cum.

— ꒰ CHILDE ꒱

"come on, show me how good i make you feel," childe messily flicks his cock-head over the reactive hood of your clit, poking and tapping at your softness as you moan out his name— making him laugh at you sweetly, although breathless, his chest rising, pupils dilated wide with hunger, gaze luxuriant upon your naked body.

childe knows how to handle you— until your thighs were shaking and hole spread wide as you're soaking him, ruining him and turn the harbingers usual confidence-loaded expression into a shade of something else— something almost frightening.

"you want it? you want my cock, hm?" he fists himself in front of you, pushing in deep through the small tunnel in his palm as you whine out for him in desperation, "yes baby, please, i want to feel you,"

ajax laughs, humming in approval at the choice of words in your answer, "i know you do, baby, there you go then," as he towers proudly against your skin, his handsome face all twisted and menacing on top of you as he inserts the head slowly.

"feel my tip, right there," he continues and groans when your hole flawlessly forms around him, rasping harshly inside his throat, "you're so wet, fuck, ’m gonna slide in really easy, aren't i?"

this is good, this is so fucking good— archons, childe believes he must be in heaven right now.

you're just so warm, so soft and wet, how was he supposed to let alone breathe when you're taking him so well?

he grumbles lowly, starting to press his cock into you as he digs his fingers into your hips before testing the waters, rolling his hips a little faster, then alternating between fast and slow to find the best rhythm for the both of you. afresh— he pulls a long, shaky moan from past your swollen lips when he finds your sore spots, your skin pressing and slapping together in a delirious tempo and pitches of rapture.

"let me take care of you, i got this," you clutch on to him tenderly and nod your head, your spit filthily pooling at your throat as childe tenderly kisses your temple, "don't hurt your sweet, little head over this, leave it to me, yeah? fuck baby, okay...okay, i'm gonna— fuck you're so tight,"

his thrusts turn more impatient and uneven, although the heaviness was still unmatched as your walls were grabbing him, pulling him in deeper, your hips instinctively rutting up into his to feel more and more, just fucking more, "fuck, i'm gonna make you feel so good tonight,"

— ꒰ AYATO ꒱

ayato's cheeks, jaw and eyes were illuminated by the sight of your body pulled underneath his own— and his cock was oozing of clear pre, his hand rubbing over his solid erection until the sticky semen dribbles down the crook of your thigh.

in any remembered previous night, ayato had always been very much into foreplay, well, only if his frustration levels were on the lower side. in terms of now, he cannot be bothered to focus on his train of thoughts when all the blood was stored in his rock-hard cock thudding heavily and hurting him.

it's so painful— but watching your pussy being empty and not full of his cock was even more distressing.

he slaps his tip over your hole before sheathing himself up with you, his eyebrows lasciviously quirked at you, "all the way in, love, i'm going all the way in," he began to pull his bottom lip between his teeth in concentration, your eyes glazed over as he watches you writhe beneath him the moment he inserts himself.

you gasp audibly, your body tensing and nerves freezing at the solid press on your hole before your back instinctively arches into his defined chest.

"oh you feel too damn good, fuck, you're messing with me, aren't you?" his lips drag over your searing cheeks, drinking up your budding tears and the drool slipping from past your lips, lapping it all up with one single lick of tongue.

"you feel me there? right there," you felt his warm hand press against your stomach, an intoxicating combination of bliss and sensitivity rushing through your system as his body was near close to crushing you with his weight.

ayato was fucking ruthless, frustrated and as if it's his last time of being inside of you— no shame, no pauses, only pushing into you weightily, his balls smacking against your ass as you're feeling so satisfied when your pussy quivers around him, holding him close.

"open your legs a lil more for me, c'mon, i know you can do it" he groans and fucks into you with one sharp push and shove, "i wanna fit it all inside," before stretching and driving you towards insanity.

his tone was as focused as his expression and his stance, "you've always done it so good for me," as you squeeze the moment he says it out loud— the moment he reminds you of all the countless of times where he's left you utterly spent and full of his cum, your hole throbbing and letting it ooze out before he fucks it right back into you, turning you breathless.

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hollyevolving · 5 months

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Instantly engrossed. Totally enamored of the characters. Zac Oyama has already answered the question, "What if Bones were the full-time captain of the Enterprise?" which I didn't know I needed the answer to, Emily Axford is charmingly terrifying as Sundry Sidney, and Brian Murphy's Big Barry Syx may have just surpassed Ricky Matsui to become my new favorite himbo.

And I'm only 38 minutes in!

They made me give a damn about a scifi RPG, y'all. Write it down; that's a first.

#dimension 20 #a starstruck odyssey #brennan lee mulligan #zac oyama #emily axford #brian murphy #norman takamori #sundry sidney #big barry syx

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moocha-muses · 30 days

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Your sims are so well-written ❤️. Who are some of your favourite characters from other players’ games?

Aaah, Anon! I'm so sorry it took me forever to answer this, because it was so sweet and it's such a good ask and I wanted to give it a great answer and I forgot.

Short answer: all my mutuals' sims are adorable and I love them.

Long answer: So I literally kidnapped @pixeldolly's Fiona Merridew, and I'm obsessed with my deep-rooted horror of Larkin. I love @eulaliasims Gaius and Chiana and Theo, and Syx and Kaiden (beautiful tropical birb) and Carlos (perfect hair). @episims Hanna is one of my favorite sims of all time (I like robots) and Jonas has grown on me such slowly and so much (appropriate for a plant sim.) I would fight God herself for @dunne-ias's take on Nina Caliente if God and I weren't pals. I love how @nappe-plays-the-sims writes Candy Hart, and Lana's whole arc. (And Cyan Weiss). @vixsims's Brandi and Dina. @beikonsims's super cute roboticist, Arin Capp. Every weirdo in @mynameisquoi's game except Jack. Every chubby-cheeked toddler in @deedee-sims' Griffonmere. Dr. Gregory Occulus (thank for creating such a perfect being, @virtualpeople).The whole aesthetic vibe of every sim @simmer-until-tender makes. Especially the vampires. @mikexx2's fashion icons, Jillian and Daphne. @simnostalgia's absolutely iconic Xander Roth. And Mashugas! And Tiffany Burb! And Blaire, and-

@plumbbobtoggle Saeed and Rea and Adam (especially Rea.) I think all the sims in @katatty's Hollyhead are super well-created, especially Luna and Myrna and Clyde. (Also, every sim on Nekojima ;D.) @simhealing's found-family version of Natasha, John and Rick Contrary. @enkisstories' own version of Daniel and Gavin and all the extremely technical gameplay that goes with them. @bramblefinch's Helena Zhao (my fave blood-stained disaster.) And @softpine's Elaine <3 and Stevie, who have been rotating in my head a lot, lately, despite everything else that's going down in the Pines.

Sims are the best.

#replies #and so many other sims probably!#but those popped into my head today #or were #you know #actively on my dash

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baldursgate3gayz · 3 months

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Give Me a Constitution saving throw (Gale X Barbarian Tav fanfic)

(This is based on my sister and I's characters in a campaign we have together. Syx is the dumb barbarian who can't read and is fascinated with beautiful men. Gem is the warlock kinda bad bitch who don't take no one's stupid shit)

The fight with Nere was over fast.

At least, Syx thought it was. He couldn't really remember any of it. He also couldn't really see with his vision being so blurry or hear with how muffled everything sounded. He also felt hot, like really hot. He kind of hated it.

When he fully opened his eyes, a figure stood over him, some kind of halo around their head. Syx stirred a little at that.

"Are you an angel?" He asked with a rasp; his throat was dry for whatever reason.

"I don't think anyone would ever describe me as one,"

The barbarian blinked a few times, which helped his vision clear just enough to see this angel morph into his friend Gem. Her brow was furrowed, and she was frowning; Syx flashed her a smile.

"Gemmmm!! Even better, I don't want to see angels just yet,"

The elf above him shook her head at him, a slight smile on her lips as she took hold of one of his hands. "Yeah, yeah. That's not happening yet. Now, it's time to get up, big guy."

With great effort, she could at least get him to sit up, but as his vision swirled, he almost fell back. But instead, he hit a pair of legs that were behind him. There was a loud 'humph!' and Syx glanced behind him, and his heart fluttered at who he saw.

"Gale!" The barbarian yelled happily, gazing up at him. "I thought I wasn't supposed to see angels yet! What are you doing here?"

The wizard's face turned red, and the half-elf could vaguely hear Gem laughing. The two muttered to each other briefly, but Syx couldn't hear them, so he just stared up at the beautiful man above him. With his eyesight blurred, Gale seemed to shine brighter; sweat and grime caked his face, but he was still the image of refinement to the barbarian. No hair out of place, no blood on his face; Syx could stare for hours. The wizard looked down at him and said… something; the half-elf couldn't quite make out what he had said, but the wizard stepped away from him, much to his dismay.

Suddenly, Syx felt a tugging on his arms, and when he looked forward, Gem and Astarion were pulling on his arms. When he felt Gale pushing on his back, the barbarian realized they were trying to stand him up. With great effort, he hefted himself up with the push and pull help, getting to his feet. He swayed very far forward; the warlock and rogue looked up at him with fear as they were about to get crushed. Syx swung himself backwards, although he went a little too far and felt Gale give him a great shove forward. The barbarian could hear the group yelling at each other, mainly Gem yelling at the other two men, but he couldn't make out the words they were saying. Finally, Syx stopped swaying and was semi-stabilized; he gave the group a dopey grin but winced as he did when his head throbbed in pain. A hand was placed on his arm, and he looked down at Gem.

"How are you feeling?" She asked with concerned eyes.

It took Syx a second to answer through the ache in his head.

"I can't see well or hear well, and my head kinda hurts,"

The elf was nodding as he spoke. She looked around momentarily before turning to the other two, and Syx tried his best to listen in on them.

"We should sit him down; Astarion and I will take care of Nere and-"

"Nere?" The barbarian yelled, causing the other three to flinch. "Where is that bastard? He needs an axe to the face!" The half-elf tried to look around, but the world started to spin again. He'd have lost his footing if the three hadn't caught him. "Don't worry, Syx, we got him," Gem gestured to the others to grab ahold of Syx's arms, and she started walking back. The half-elf felt his arms get hosited over the two men's shoulders and heard a disgusted grunt from his right. "Gods, you stink! How can you even stand yourself?" Astarion whinged. "Gale doesn't mind," Syx answered, hearing a snort from Gem and an embarrassed groan from the wizard.

The two men helped guide the large half-elf to a wall and had him slide down it to sit against it. Syx closed his eyes to ease some of the pain in his head; he could hear the others talking a little better now.

"We'll get Nere's head. Gale, I trust you can watch him for those few minutes," Gem said.

"Even in a time like this, you still are finding ways to be snide?"

Syx heard a smack.

"Agh! Yes, yes! I can watch him! He's not going to do anything anyway,"

"Watch your tone, wizard; you have a track record of failures when it comes to him," Gem growled.

"Are you going to get the drow's head or not?" Gale snapped back.

There was a brief pause, another smack, and a yelp of pain from the wizard before Gem spoke again.

"Come on, Astarion. I'll be back, Syx; just stay here." He felt her hand ruffle his hair and hummed at her, eyes still closed as they walked off. There was a beat of nothing but the muffled sounds of lava flowing when a hand was placed on Syx's cheek. He opened his eyes to see Gale kneeling before him, his head tilted as he looked over the half-elf. The barbarian nuzzled into his hand and smiled.

"Are you alright?" Gale asked quietly.

"Better with you here," Syx answered, gazing at the beautiful man before him. The older man laughed as he brushed his thumb across the barbarian's cheek. "You're ridiculous," He whispered, smiling back at the younger man. In the dim light of the lava, with his ears muffled and his vision hazy, Syx felt his heart give a decisive thump. Gale looked so human, covered in the aftermath of a tough battle, with a smile that made Syx understand why Mystra chose him as a lover. The greys in his hair seemed to sparkle, his eyes held a spark of the Weave, and the way he smiled at the half-elf as if he was the only person in the world. He was true beauty, body, and soul. Syx wanted him to know.

"I love you." He said as he gazed up at the most beautiful man in all the planes.

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"I love you." Syx said.

And Gale's heart seized.

He couldn't get his brain to even think of what to say as his tongue lay fat and useless in his mouth.

Syx had just told him he loved him.

Syx, the 20-year-old huge, half-elf barbarian who has no memory of who he was before the nautiloid, who couldn't read and potentially had brain damage from their last fight, just said he loved Gale.

And all the wizard could do was stare back into those mismatched purple and orange eyes staring back up at his.

"And what are you two doing?"

Gale startled back, much to the apparent disappointment of Syx, and looked over his shoulder at Astarion, who had a shit-eating grin on his face. The wizard glared at him. "Nothing, where's Gem? Did you get the head?" He asked as he knelt back down to the barbarian, who practically squealed as he did. Gale tried to ignore the flutter his heart gave. "She's talking to the gnomes. It was all rather boring, so I left, but whatever is going on here seems much more interesting," The vampire spawn drawled with a smile. The wizard was very tempted to throw a cantrip at him, but enduring Gem's wrath would not be worth the moment's joy, so instead, he just focused his attention on the barbarian. "Nothing's going on. I suggest you drop it." He said lowly, brushing aside some of Styx's hair to check for visible injuries. He heard the vampire click his tongue. "Oh, fine; I swear you are just no fun."

"Who's no fun?"

Gale looked up from Syx to Gem, standing above them with her arms crossed. She glanced at Astarion before looking down at Gale; the warlock shrugged. "Never mind, I think I already know," The wizard frowned at her, then stood, holding one of Styx's hands with his own to keep the half-elf happy. "Did you get the head?" Gale asked. The elf kneeled down next to Syx, who gave her a goofy grin, and she smiled back. "Can't get to it with all the duergar here. We'll have to wait until tomorrow," Gem gave the barbarian one last look over before standing. She had Syx's other hand in hers. "It's fine, though. We should probably get the big guy to camp and have Shadowheart and Halsin give him a look over," She said as Gale nodded. They both chuckled when Syx made an interested noise at Halsin's name.

"You know, we could just leave him here."

The wizard and warlock looked over to glare at the pale elf, who had his hands on his hips and a rather smug grin. Gale opened his mouth to berate him, but Gem beat him to it as she launched an eldritch blast that whizzed past the wizard's ear and flew just above the vampire's white hair. Gale smirked at the spawn's shocked expression and tried to help get Syx on his feet again. Gem joined in, and after a minute of failing, Astation joined them, mumbling something that sounded a lot like "No one has a sense of humor." under his breath.

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Gale sat atop some ruble away from camp, staging into the darkness of the ruins of the Shar temple. The party had gotten back to camp a few hours ago, handing their barbarian over to Shadowheart and Halsin for a quick check-up. It was surprisingly easy; Syx followed every instruction the wood-elf gave him. Gale had tried to ignore the stir of jealousy in his stomach at how the two men looked at each other but found it a little too difficult, especially with Syx's words still rattling around in his brain. So he decided to leave camp for a bit, hoping the silence would soothe his brain, but it only allowed him to think of Syx's confession repeatedly. Those wide eyes staring at him, how honest the barbarian's voice was, it was all a little too much for the wizard. He was about to resign himself to a sleepless night when he caught a glimpse of red hair out of the corner of his eye.

"Syx?"

The barbarian's head popped into view, and he gave a wide smile.

"Oh, hi Gale!"

The wizard stood from his spot. He was able to see the half-elf-full with a blanket around his waist. From past experiences, he knew that it was the only thing he had on.

"What are you doing up?" Gale asked, a bit concerned.

"I had to pee. Halsin said I could," The barbarian answered.

The wizard chuckled. "Well, if Halsin said,"

Syx nodded and turned to leave. Gale panicked a little as he took a step forward.

"Syx! Uh, wait," The half-elf turned to him, tilting his head at Gale, and he couldn't help but see the similarities between the barbarian and Scratch. "How do you feel?" The wizard asked, cringing inwardly as his voice cracked.

"Ok, my head kinda hurts, but other than that, I think I'm fine," Syx answered. Gale's heart pounded as the two looked at each other; the confession of the barbarian weighed between them. The wizard opened his mouth to speak, ready to talk about it when the half-elf interpreted him. "Although, I don't remember anything from the fight,"

The wizard paused. "You don't remember…?"

"No, all I remember is talking to Nere and then waking up in my bed roll. Halsin filled me in about what happened," The barbarian answered.

"You don't remember anything after the fight either?" Gale asked, swallowing against the lump in his throat.

Syx shook his head. "Nope, just Nere's stupid face, then having to pee," He tilted his head again. "Why?"

Gale stammered for a second, trying to organize his scattered thoughts. "Uh, no reason. It's probably not good that you do not remember any of that Syx,"

The half-elf shrugged. "I don't remember my life before the mind flayers; what's one fight?"

The wizard was a bit stunned at his response but laughed. "I supposed that's true.," The two chuckled before the he looked up at the younger man. "You should probably get back to bed," Gale said through huffs of laughter. The barbarian saluted him as he stepped towards camp but paused, looking back at the wizard. "You should head to bed too, Mister Gale of Waterdeep," Syx teased with an eyebrow raised. Gale nodded and put his hands up in a playful defense. "I will, I will. I promise," He said, giving the younger man a smile. His heart squeezed, and his orb glowed faintly when the barbarian gave him a broad smile and stared at him like he was the only man in the world.

"Goodnight, Gale." Syx said softly, just loud enough for the wizard to hear.

"Goodnight Syx." Gale said back at the same volume.

The two continued to look at each other for a moment before Syx stepped away, heading back to camp. The wizard watched the half-elf walk off, a little skip to his step. The wizard waited till he was well out of earshot before he signed, whispering under his breath.

"I love you too."

The original was posted on my aO3

thank for reading about my boi and his love for Gale

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 tav #bg3 astarion #tav #baldur’s gate iii #baldur’s gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #gale of waterdeep #bg3 gale #gale dekarios #baldurs gate gale #astarion #other tavs #tav bg3 #baldurs gate tav #fluff

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imagineanime2022 · 1 year

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Copycat *Part 2* (Male)

Katsuki Bakugo X Male!Reader

Word Count: 1441

Requested: @suya-x-syx

Request: Part 2 please 🥹✨❤️

*Part 1*

“Hey shark boy wake up!” You tapped his head and twisted your to the side waiting for a response. “Maybe that explosion was too big…” it was perfect, you shrugged after the confirmation from your father.

“Where the hell am I?” The confused mumbling from the hero in front of you. “Who are you?”

“Good you're alive, you're worth nothing if you're dead.” You mumbled standing from your position crouched in front of him, you turned to your table where you picked up the board with the hero name Red Riot carved into it. “Don’t mind me…” You climbed onto the chair to nail the name plate above him.

“W-where..?” You glanced over at the other chair and smiled.

“Izu! You're awake!” You cheered as you walked over to him, you hopped down from the chair and walked over to him twisting his head so that you could see his face. “(Y/N) what are you doing?” You asked.

“I’m going to show you that you made the wrong choice.” You mumbled.

“What are you talking about?” Izuku asked.

“He’ll be here soon.” You mumbled, you walked over to the table the railing of the bridge, it was dark and there was no one out, since the explosion they were dubbing terrorist attacks became more freqant, heroes enforced a curfew. That made them easy to isolate and kidnap for your little game.

“How did you get me here?” Izuku asked.

“Oh! You wanna see!?” You asked as you walked over to the discarded gloves “look at these.” You held up the green gloves “I only had to watch your rescues a few times, I was there for some of them, you know your quirk is pretty easy to replicate with gadgets and honestly, your body isn’t very tolerable of your own strength, Red Riot over there is better off then you are taking a hit from the same power.” Izuku glanced over at the other hero who seemed to be trying to get out. “You might have realized but you can’t use your quirks at the moment.”

“What did you do?” Red Riot asked.

“It’s just a collar, don't get your knickers in a twist.” You muttered as you waved him off slipping the gloves on before clipping on a belt with what looked like grenades around your waist.

“(Y/N)!” You look above you to see Bakugo, the person you had been waiting for.

“There you are.” You mumbled. Our star player. Be careful, he’s still dangerous. Bakugo moved straight in for the attack, you dodged out of the way, pushing your arms up to cover your face as he reached out and let off an explosion. You pulled your arms back, shaking them off as you glanced down at them briefly.

“Thank you Red Riot.” You mumbled as you smirked at Bakugou.

“What are you talking about?” Bakugou asked.

“Me?” You asked “just replicated your friend's quirk, he’s the only hero that’s managed to withstand your explosions and I assumed that it had something to do with his quirk so I made a lightweight armor based on his quirk so I can withstand your explosions. Do you know what that means?” You asked.

“What?” Bakugo asked through gritted teeth as he put some distance between you both.

“That you’re not that special anymore.” You answered as you pulled one of the grenades off of your belt. “So that being the case, which quirkless loser do you save?” Your finger pushed through the loop of the grenade as you looked at the hero in front of your hand running over the pin.

“What are you talking about?” He asked.

“Right now neither of them can use their quirk and this.” You shook the grenade “is my replication of your quirk so answer quickly if you don’t get to save either of them.”

“Wait.” He stepped forward.

“That’s not a name.” You smirked.

“You want to hurt me, why do anything to them?” He asked.

“People like you don’t get hurt not unless we take something irreplaceable,” You answered.

“Look (Y/N) I know that I hurt you when we were kids, the things that I said weren’t fair and that you're angry at me.” He said He’s lying to you, he doesn’t know anything. “I shouldn’t have said the things that I did and it’s clear that you were stronger than I thought.” He’s lying. Careful. Just as those words resounded in your head a bright green flash moved past you, when Izuku stopped he was supporting Red Riot’s hulking form. “Deku get Shitty Hair out of here, I’ll deal with this.”

“Kacchan you can’t hurt him.” Izuku begged him.

“I know that idiot just go!” Bakugo ordered, Izuku looked back at you one last time before turning and leaving. Your teeth gritted as tears welled in your eyes. He took everything from you, you should take everything from him.

“How do you have everything and everyone!?” You asked hand lifting the grenade you still in your hand,

“(Y/N) calm down!” Bakugo pleaded, lifting his hands, you didn’t listen to him, instead threw the grande, the power of the explosion causing part of the bridge to collapse “Stop!” He moved forward fast dodging a few of the grenades that you were throwing, easily hitting you in the face before pinning you to the floor. “Please…”

“You don’t get to ask anything of me.” You said through rushed breaths, you pulled the last and largest grenade from your belt “Do you think you can withstand your own quirk?” You pulled the pin and dropped the grenade letting it roll. The explosion was loud and the force was incredible, you smiled as he was thrown away from you, Red Riots quirk replication protecting your body, you hopped up walking over to a limp Bakugo.

“W..what do you w…want?” He asked.

“Hmm, well I want you to suffer and well your back hit the railing pretty hard and your ears are bleeding pretty bad, will you ever be able to be a hero again?” You asked. “We’ll see Kacchan.” You turned and walked away from him as you heard other rescue heroes calling out.

Izuku paced Bakugo’s hospital room after he recounted everything that happened “we can’t keep pulling our punches if he’s this dangerous.”

“Since when have you given up on anyone Deku?” Bakugo asked.

“What?” Izuku asked.

“He hurt me for good reason, after everything I’ve done to him.” Bakugo answered.

“Dude you haven’t seen him in like 10 years.” Kirishima argued, Deku nodded in agreement.

“Look it doesn’t matter what he thinks about me we have to try and help him, he’s dangerous with only three of our quirks, he could start replicating other quirks.” Bakugo reminded them.

“First we find a way to get him off the street, then we can work on helping him.” Izuku suggested. “We have to make sure that you actually get better before all of that, I don’t think he’ll be around for a little while, he got what he wanted this time he’ll be waiting to see what happens to you next.”

“Mmm.” Bakugo hummed.

You threw the empty belt onto the work table as you sunk into the desk chair and sighed “doesn’t feel any better does it?” You glanced behind you and shrugged as you started fiddling with some materials to make more grenades. “I told you the only way that it feels better is if you kill him.”

“Yeah because killing your Dad worked out so well for you.” You glared at the scarred male sitting in the shadowed corner of your workshop.

“I did what I set out to do. I didn’t care what it cost me.” Dabi answered as you rolled your eyes.

“Maybe I care.” You mumbled as you gently took off the gloves that were designed after Deku’s hero suit.

“You’ll never have him.” He shook his head. “Toga tried once.”

“Why are you the only one left of the League and why are you here?” You asked.

“I’m here because you're the one that is going to help me get the rest of the league back and then we’re going to make the league good again.

“And why would I help you do that?” You asked.

“Because the first person that is going to show up to stop us is Ground Zero and then you’ll get to stop him.” Dabi answered, his bright blue eyes seeming to light up in the dark as he stood up “Get building kid, I’ll be back when I have a plan and a little more fire power.”

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tiny-bunny69 · 2 years

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okay so, I know some littles who don’t listen to the usual.. lullaby stuff when little (lullaby’s are still nice<3) and I don’t listen to it either, BUT I found some songs to regress to that even big kids can listen to! They’re super fun and some are bubbly and others are more calm for those upset baby moments <3

Smartphone by YENA

PS5 by TXT

Darari by treasure

I wanted to leave by syml

Crown by TXT

Orange by treasure

SMILEY by YENA and BIBI

Lemonade by YENA

make u smile by YENA

Little space by syxe (it mentions some grown up stuff so just a warning)

kawaii by tarakara

Before anyone else by YENA

Lo vas olividar by Billie Eilish

With or without you by YENA

Answer by ATEEZ

U by YENA

(YENA is a very good artist for littles, nightly recommend looking at all her stuff if ur big or little)

I’ve screened these and these should be little appropriate, if not please let me know <3 ALSOOOO if anyone has any other recommendations repost this and share them

#sfw agere #agere community #sfw littlespace #sfw little community #sfw caregiver #agere #sfw age regression #sfw cglre #sfw little one #age regression #sfw petre #sfw little stuff

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paper--moons · 2 years

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Regressor!Barry Syx Headcanons

As one of eleven genetically modified clones, there were a lot of things Barry Syx had never experienced. All born the same day, already fully grown and ready to take on the injustice in the galaxy for the sake of the little guy. But the zoo trip changes things. Suddenly he's no longer one of twelve, Dr. Barry having gone with them—he's one of only two—and he's alone. So very alone, when there's never been a moment where Barry was alone. He's never had to wonder if he was capable of the same things Barry Nyne apparently was, either. Everything is wrong and it's hard and he doesn't know how he's supposed to carry that kind of grief. But there's another thing he's never experienced, only this thing is much more difficult for him to identify. It's a feeling, no, it's a place, or no, maybe a state of mind? Whatever it is, it's foreign to him, but it can be ignored for the most part.

And ignore it he does, not out of fear or avoidance but simply because he has so much more he's trying to process. He gets lucky, he thinks, when he secures a spot as a gunner on the Red Hot almost immediately after the incident. Sure, the captain is kind of an abrasive guy (or downright mean if he's being honest, which confuses the heck out of Barry), but he can handle it. The rest of the crew seem nice enough at least. They don't complain like the captain does when, after about a week in, it becomes apparent that Barry has night terrors. Night terrors that cause him to realize that that foreign state of mind encroaches on him more and more as the days go by. While the repression might not have been an active choice, it still effects him and pushes him further along and towards a negative drop.

As he's trying to make sense of it all, he gets some unexpected help from the ship's communications expert. Riva knows what's up, being psychic and all. They can tell that Barry's state of mind is different and they clock him almost immediately. The Aguatunisians have seen a thing or two during their galavants that they then shared with the rest of their people upon returning home, so Riva figures out relatively quickly that Barry is experiencing regression (or at least, some form of it since he hasn't fully dropped as far as they can tell). However, Riva's naivete leads to them asking about it without any sort of tact. Needless to say Barry doesn't quite get it at first, thinking Riva must be confused about his regenerative abilities. But once it hits him? Oh boy. He has a lot of questions, some of which Riva cannot answer. It's a better starting point than he had before though, and he'll take whatever help he can get.

Barry saves up what he can to get some things the next time the ship docks at a rec station—nothing much, just a few of the items Riva had mentioned he might like and find useful for when he was feeling little. The selection is daunting to say the least, and seeing as how he didn't have an actual childhood he doesn't really know where to start. Though the soft teddy bear (Teddy Beary?) seems safe enough, and he's drawn to it almost immediately. It's easier to grab a couple more things after that and soon enough he's back in his room on the ship, staring down at his small haul and trying to figure out how to let go. He starts by taking off his heavy armor, a weight being lifted both literally and figuratively; he feels lighter—smaller—by the time he's changed.

Actually attempting to regress rather than wait for what would have been an inevitably bad drop is a lot easier than he expected. And though it's Riva that knows what he's doing, it's Sidney that checks in on him about an hour or so into it. Barry is too far gone to worry much about her seeing him with his scattered toys and sippy cup, not that he'd be inclined to feel othered by the experience—because why wouldn't Sid understand? There's a lot of similarities between the two of them, both being the keeper of their line in a sense, never having had a true childhood, not knowing any better. She's more than willing to keep him company while he plays, or to hold him when all those big feelings start to catch up with him as he cries and he remembers why he started feeling so small and helpless to begin with. (She's a really good cg it turns out, but that isn't surprising considering Sidney was designed to do not just everything, but anything.)

With how positive Riva and Sidney's responses to his regression were, Barry doesn't think he needs to hide anything and it sort of becomes an open secret on the ship. Gunnie seems to take to small Barry well enough, answering any of his questions about how the ship works with an easy smile. Even some unofficial members of the Red Hot are quick to accept it, like Margaret and Raymond. Yes, the whole ship is his playground...until Norman pieces it together during a crew meeting. A meeting that during which Riva had taken notice that Barry was close to slipping and decided to play peekaboo with him from their tank, swimming behind the captain and popping up when least expected. Needless to say his giggling is not appreciated, and many unkind things get said to him before Sidney can pull him out and guide him back to his room. He withdraws quite a bit after that as he tries to figure out what's so wrong about being little sometimes.

Although things change and are a lot different after the captain gets slugged and Margaret joins the crew as the ship's co-owner. But it's a nice change, even if it was unexpected. To say that Skip is a lot more accepting than Norman was of his regression would be an understatement, but it's still nice to have the support and be so openly accepted. Barry doesn't have to stick to his room when he's feeling small out of fear that the captain will make another unwanted comment about broken clones playing pretend. Because do you know how cool it is to travel the galaxy on a ship shaped like a giant hot dog? Do you know how much cooler it is when you're a bubbly four year old? It's the most amazing thing ever, and Barry gets to do it with all of his friends!

#sfw agere #dimension 20 #dimension 20 agere #barry syx #agere barry syx #moons hcs #it is self-indulgent time 😎

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3 7 17!

3. what work are you most proud of?

i answered this but i'll answer again bc i can be proud of two things. i'm proud of a lot of blaseball zine jam stuff i did but i will shout out imprinting, my "what if you could un-die and it fucking sucked" fic, because i was going for a very specific thing and i think i did it well

7. answered!

17. your favorite character to write for this year?

sometimes you need a character who is completely not the usual voice you go for. and that character was big barry syx in fingerwidths. thank you dimension 20

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true-blue-megamind · 3 years

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FAN THEORY THURSDAY: What is Megamind’s Name?

Yes, alright, I know you’re all waiting to hear me say it. SPOILER WARNING!

This may seem like a slightly odd question to explore. I mean, obviously Megamind’s name is Megamind because, well, I literally just called him Megamind, but that is the moniker he chose for himself upon becoming a supervillain. Does the blue alien have a real name, and if so does he know what it is? Does he at least have a legal name? What is it? The bad news is that there’s no definitive answer, but the good news is that fan theories offer some compelling ideas.

The first, and probably most popular, headcanon is that Megamind’s real name is Syx. Featured in multiple fanfictions by several authors, the concept has become widespread in the fandom, yet it sprung from an unlikely and seemingly innocuous detail in the film. During a press conference, when asked by Roxanne what he plans to do with the city he’s taken over, Megamind, clearly at a loss for answers, responds with: “Imagine the most horrible, terrifying, evil thing you can possibly think of, and multiply it by six!”

Many fans felt that this was an odd number to choose. Why six? Most people would have naturally defaulted to a nice, round number with unit digit of 0, like 10 or 100, or at least to the divisor 5. Those are, after all, the numerals that, thanks to being both easy to calculate and the bases for many ancient number systems, tend to pop into mind first. The resulting fan theory is that Megamind must have had a specific reason for choosing the number 6 instead, and many fans agreed that this was because it somehow connected to the only thing the blue man could really claim as wholly and rightfully his own: his name.

There are two major suppositions connected to this idea. The first is that Syx is all or part of the name Megamind’s parents called him. (After all, if, at only eight days old, he could remember details such as his father telling him he was destined for something, he should be able to remember his own name, right?) Some claim that this is his real name, but others, citing the fact that Megamind never actually uses the epithet in the movie, instead theorize that this was more like a pet name. He wouldn’t go around calling himself Syx any more than one of us would call ourselves “Cutie-Pie” or “Little Angel.”

The second is that Syx is another chosen name, one based on either Megamind’s prison number or the Cell Block where he spent his childhood. Both are interesting concepts, but neither has even the most tenuous support from the film or other canon. The back of the blue alien’s prison jumpsuit only displays the word “prisoner” without a number, so we have no way to determine what his prison number actually was. Although it’s clear that Megamind was raised in a different cell than the one he occupied during his brief stays in prison as an adult, and it’s possible that that could have been on Cell Block 6, the number is never shown on the screen, so again, it’s only a guess. In fact, the only cell block we do see clearly associated with Megamind in the movie is Cell Block 9, where his high-tech, ultra-secure cell is located near the beginning of the narrative.

Vying with Syx for the spot of Most Popular Epithet in Megamind Fan Theory is the name Blue. This is something which many agree is more like a nickname, most likely one used only by the former supervillain’s “prison uncles” and, perhaps, a few close friends. When Megamind escapes prison near the start of the film, listen very closely and you will hear something interesting. At nearly the same moment that we hear one prisoner yell: “Hey, Warden!” another inmate says “Hey, Blue!” The origin of the name is obvious, and it’s doubtful whether the alien genius would have reacted well to any but his friends calling him by it, especially back during his villainous days. At any rate, this is obviously not the former villain’s legal name. (That doesn’t stop me from liking it, however.)

Another theory concerning Megamind’s name comes from what Metro Man calls him: Little Buddy. Some fans suppose that this may be what the prisoners who raised Megamind when he was small called him, and that Buddy may have been accepted as his name. Perhaps that is what he called himself for the short time he attended elementary school. After all, it would be better than being known as Nobody or Prisoner Number Whatever. It would also make sense that, as he grew older, the future supervillain would have rejected a moniker that sounded so friendly and cute. It certainly wouldn’t have helped him maintain the tough guy image needed to survive in a jail filled with adult criminals.

Next is a suggested name based once more on an aforementioned small detail from the film. When the Warden is unwittingly disguised by Megamind’s holowatch, at almost the same time a convict yells “Hey, Blue!” a second one calls: “Hey, Lee!” (Again, you have to listen closely for it, but it’s there.) This brings up a important question: who is Lee? Obviously, the prisoners wouldn’t call the top official of the entire facility that, but they might call another prisoner by the name. This, along with the fact that the man shouts “Blue” first, has led to the fan theory that Lee may be part of the name Megamind was assigned as some point, perhaps when he was registered for school.

Finally, we come to what, on the surface, appears to be the most likely and obvious fan theory: Megamind’s legal name is John Doe. This is, after all, a common epithet used for any unknown person, living or dead, throughout much of the United States, where Megamind is supposed to take place. There’s just one problem: Metro City is located in Michigan, and that specific state’s laws differ from the norm. It took some research, but I finally learned what the Michigan State Government does about unnamed children, and the answer is: nothing. That’s right. Nothing. According to the website Today I Found Out, in Michigan, it’s possible for a baby to be given a birth certificate with no name on it, and a name can be submitted later. Not even a surname is required. (This must make life far easier for indecisive parents!) However, due to state and federal regulations, there will come a time when the person must be named, such as if they wish to obtain a drivers’ license or a passport. This is where things get really interesting. If a name is never submitted for a person, it may be possible for them to legally choose one for themselves. This means that Megamind may literally be the blue man’s only moniker, as well as his legal name.

So, in short, the answer to the question “what is Megamind’s real name?” is: we don’t really know. Thanks to the inventiveness of all those who love this film, however, there is a plethora of options to choose from. With so many fan theories, the possibilities are nearly endless. If you can find some sort of evidence, or at least a plausible idea, to back it up, our favorite blue hero’s name can be whatever you want it to be.

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how would anemo boys act with someone who’s generally really quiet and just doesn’t make much noise? especially in bed 😏

including. scaramouche, kazuha

synopsis. you're hiding your moans from him

cw. [ex]plicit, lots of teasing, rough syx, fingering, scara doubts himself a little we love to see it, dom kazuha, fem! reader

— ꒰ SCARAMOUCHE ꒱

"huh, why aren't you saying anything?" scaramouche asks, staring at you while playfully blending in a few grinding movements on your cunt in hopes you'd just moan his name.

you see to scaramouche, to even get one single sentence out had been really fucking hard, so how come you're having no trouble keeping yourself silent?

all night, he was very sensitive, hissing through each thrust and alternating between rough, rushed ruts and deep, precise grinds that it was slowly getting to him.

"—fuck, j-just something," he mumbles through a tensed jaw, peering down at your perfectly arched body as you teasingly avert your gaze from his, pretending as if the desperate part of him wasn't turning you on a tenfold.

your boyfriend hesitatingly brings a hand to your cheek, "say something, come on," and lets go off a moan, deepening the sealed connection on your cunt and turning his hips slower, making you dart your eyes into the back off your skull when he buries inches after inches in you.

you grin in return, hoping you could at least put up with this game a little longer.

but your cunt was struggling viciously, being so adaptable with how quick scaramouche could change his movements that it left you short on breath— it's all rigid and solid at first, later he stretches you out piercingly fast, until your pussy was twitching on repeat.

your breath gets stuck in your throat as he snaps his cock in before you feel him twitch in you, the very moment you made a slight noise of surprise, "you're not answering my question," scaramouche hisses at you, having his hand stroke your cheek while he makes you take his cock well and nicely.

but whatever, right? it doesn't matter to scaramouche if you're being loud or dead silent— although pondering about the situation at hand, he's been so patient waiting for your flowery whines to bubble from your throat, to your tongue until he listens to them, biding his time and allowing himself to fuck you like he thought you enjoyed it.

what if you didn't enjoy it? everything happened so quickly and he found himself doubting his skills, it makes him go slow and rapid all at once.

to hear you was something he didn't deserve then.

but how much he wanted to hear you say he was doing a good job was ridiculous. as much as it was desperate.

you hum affirmatively in response, your mouth softly attached to his jaw before you rock your hips upwards in a repeated sequence, an electric-bolt snapping in your heat as you moan into his lips— granted, it wasn't the loudest noise you could push out, yet it was a genuine one, to the point where your head spins when you're moaning again, only emphasizing how deeply you were feeling his length pleasure you.

that alone brought scaramouche back to reality.

slick drips from your hole and he knows by the flinch of your touch that you're close. he was breathing heftily against your glossy lips as if it's a relief to have you sing for him now, his cock throbbing hard until he's spasming.

his face silently travels from your eyes to your tits flinging up and down with his shallow thrusts racing through your velvet walls, "I love everything about this," he whispers, slightly flustered, droplets of sweat slithering down his forehead, "you love it too, hm?"

scaramouche needs to know. he lays open mouthed kisses on your cheek and jaw, smearing his saliva over the heated skin.

your moans were euphonious, bird sweet and soothing to his ears, a perfect composition indeed.

"v-very," you cup his cheeks proudly, arching your back into his body as his cock drags across your searing walls,

you go on, pulling your hips up to meet his so he could slip into you deeper, watching how his mouth parts and brows knit together,

"you're doing s-so good, always,"

— ꒰ KAZUHA ꒱

"oh? doing this on purpose, aren't you?" kazuha grunts at the clench you have around his shaft, but then he smirks after you denied his questioning on your noises, or well, the sheer lack of them.

have you gone silent? or do you not like the way he stretches your pussy anymore?

the slow pumps on your cunt had always been precise. kazuha knows you like the back of his hand, in fact, he gets turned on in accessory to displayed a sort of filthy and twisted expression on his darling face, morphing his demeanor on his weighty thrusts on your pussy, so you could see and feel what you're doing to him.

he managed to not only target the places that made your mind rewire, but kazuha would also find new spots you never knew could be stimulated in that way.

"no matter," the man gasps at the rolls through your walls, his thrusts shocking each and every nerve in his body, "i'll just have to get them out of you somehow,"

he adds before pulling his body up so he could prance one hand down the area between your breasts, smothering over the sweat-stricken skin so softly until he reaches your stomach, teasingly pressing down as he cocks a brow.

you can feel how hard he was slotted in your cunt, and when kazuha pushes down on your stomach you thought your little game would end right there. little do you realize that this wasn't his original intention and that he's planned something a whole lot delicious.

he slides a thumb to your clit, leisurely and without a hurry, his erection barely moving now but twitching ever so often as he slowly digs through the delicate skin that was protecting the pearl, rubbing your clit softly to hopefully bring your mewls and whines to the surface.

a searing warmth runs hot in your cunt as your back arches when kazuha alternates between toying with your clit and pumping you of his cock again, slowly dragging his erection against your velvety walls with all he's got.

realize this now— it's that one special way he did it, moving his shaft in a slowed motion so your body could react on how full you've been getting with each inch slotted inside.

your head was above the clouds now, serving to diminish your previous attempts to fool your boyfriend. you needed this so badly right now, you wanted kazuha to make you cum so badly that you're beginning to gasp loudly, so loud in fact that it almost overturned the fast thuds of your heart.

opening your dazed eyes, you needed kazuha to listen and watch you, watch everything he made your body do— how he's bringing his cock in you easily, how he slowly pumps in your hole and meshes his shaft with your arousal, his erection aching, hot, slowly and teasingly spreading you apart.

a whimper slips through your lips when kazuha slants forward, swirling his tongue in your mouth but keeping things slow.

your body shivers under the lewd wetness of sweaty skin on skin rubbing against each other as it provided you with strong, electrifying tremors when your legs begin to clench around his hips, your pussy full of his cock.

"told you so," he hints at his previous declaration as your body combusts in a matter of seconds, your cunt pulsing at his words when your arousal slides over his length with pre dripping from his tip.

"not fair," you whine as he laughs breathily, nibbling on your jawline, the softness of his lips painted with the vivid hues of passion.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #scaramouche x reader #kazuha x reader #scaramouche smut #kazuha smut #genshin x you #genshin impact x you #kazuha x you #scaramouche x you #genshin drabbles #genshin impact drabbles

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