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Hello! My name's Gwen and welcome to my humble 50 followers event, where I'll bake you up a sweet treat upon your request! Please be sure to read the rules before placing your order, and I hope you'll love what I've made for you!
Keep reading to see the event details!
𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒐
♡. This event will be held open if we haven't met the request cap from March 21st until April 2nd.
♡. I will notify with a post and mark the event as closed if the cap is reached.
♡. I will be taking 10 requests.
♡. This event is open to anonymous asks!
♡. I will write the requests as they come in, and have a deadline for all of them to be completed by the end of April. If something comes up, I'll be sure to let you all know.
𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔
♡. This is an +18 event, I please ask no minors partake despite anonymous requests and fluff/angst prompts being allowed. If I find out you are a minor, you will promptly be blocked.
♡. You do not have to follow me to partake in this event! It is for my followers and I'd appreciate if you followed, but it's welcomed to all.
♡. This event involves the following fandoms:
✰ Seven Deadly Sins
✰ The Case Study of Vanitas
✰ Tokyo Revengers
✰ My Hero Academia
✰ Demon Slayer
♡. You may request any character you'd like from any of the above fandoms, but only one character.
♡. Please don't forget to specify additional details, such as if you'd like dom/sub reader, gender neutral reader, a certain idea/scenario/theme additionally, etc.!
♡. Please be kind and respectful to yourself and others while requesting!
♡. Submission example: "Hi! For you event, can I have Vanilla, with Buttercream Frosting and a topping of Candy?"
♡. Additional details submission example: "Hi! For your event, can I have Red Velvet with Chocolate and a topping of cookies, with reader being a dom?"
𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒔
♡. Vanilla ... Fluff
♡. Red Velvet ... Smut
♡. Blueberry ... Angst
𝑰𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔
♡. Buttercream ... Seven Deadly Sins
♡. Whipped Cream ... Vanitas no Carte
♡. Chocolate ... Tokyo Revengers
♡. Royal Icing ... My Hero Academia
♡. Meringue ... Demon Slayer
𝑻𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔*
* These are ideas in case you need them and not necessarily required! If there is something else you'd like to request instead, please do not hesitate to tell me. :)
𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟
♡. Candy ... First kiss
♡. Flag ... Confession
♡. Chocolate ... Hand holding
♡. Fresh fruit ... Wearing the other's clothes
♡. Ganache ... Pining
𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭
♡. Sugar Cages ... Praise
♡. Cookies ... Daddy/Mommy
♡. Rice Krispies ... Consensual non consent
♡. Caramel Ribbons ...Crying (Dacryphilia)
♡. Syrup ... Body Worship
𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭
♡. Powdered Sugar ... Unrequited love
♡. Cocoa Powder ... Jealousy
♡. Nuts ... Betrayal
♡. Coconut ... Grief
♡. Pretzels ... Comfort
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i’m like this 🤏 close to just losing it lol
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tell me why i'm drunk crying over a man who can't bursh his teeth
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Just a friendly reminder as I got a small influx of followers I've had to soft block; I don't want minors or ageless blogs following me.
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Status: OPEN.
Hello! My name's Gwen and welcome to my humble 50 followers event, where I'll bake you up a sweet treat upon your request! Please be sure to read the rules before placing your order, and I hope you'll love what I've made for you!
Keep reading to see the event details!
𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒐
♡. This event will be held open if we haven't met the request cap from March 21st until April 2nd.
♡. I will notify with a post and mark the event as closed if the cap is reached.
♡. I will be taking 10 requests.
♡. This event is open to anonymous asks!
♡. I will write the requests as they come in, and have a deadline for all of them to be completed by the end of April. If something comes up, I'll be sure to let you all know.
𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔
♡. This is an +18 event, I please ask no minors partake despite anonymous requests and fluff/angst prompts being allowed. If I find out you are a minor, you will promptly be blocked.
♡. You do not have to follow me to partake in this event! It is for my followers and I'd appreciate if you followed, but it's welcomed to all.
♡. This event involves the following fandoms:
✰ Seven Deadly Sins
✰ The Case Study of Vanitas
✰ Tokyo Revengers
✰ My Hero Academia
✰ Demon Slayer
♡. You may request any character you'd like from any of the above fandoms, but only one character.
♡. Please don't forget to specify additional details, such as if you'd like dom/sub reader, gender neutral reader, a certain idea/scenario/theme additionally, etc.!
♡. Please be kind and respectful to yourself and others while requesting!
♡. Submission example: "Hi! For you event, can I have Vanilla, with Buttercream Frosting and a topping of Candy?"
♡. Additional details submission example: "Hi! For your event, can I have Red Velvet with Chocolate and a topping of cookies, with reader being a dom?"
𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒔
♡. Vanilla ... Fluff
♡. Red Velvet ... Smut
♡. Blueberry ... Angst
𝑰𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔
♡. Buttercream ... Seven Deadly Sins
♡. Whipped Cream ... Vanitas no Carte
♡. Chocolate ... Tokyo Revengers
♡. Royal Icing ... My Hero Academia
♡. Meringue ... Demon Slayer
𝑻𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔*
* These are ideas in case you need them and not necessarily required! If there is something else you'd like to request instead, please do not hesitate to tell me. :)
𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟
♡. Candy ... First kiss
♡. Flag ... Confession
♡. Chocolate ... Hand holding
♡. Fresh fruit ... Wearing the other's clothes
♡. Ganache ... Pining
𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭
♡. Sugar Cages ... Praise
♡. Cookies ... Daddy/Mommy
♡. Rice Krispies ... Consensual non consent
♡. Caramel Ribbons ...Crying (Dacryphilia)
♡. Syrup ... Body Worship
𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭
♡. Powdered Sugar ... Unrequited love
♡. Cocoa Powder ... Jealousy
♡. Nuts ... Betrayal
♡. Coconut ... Grief
♡. Pretzels ... Comfort
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do y'all want an event for 50 subs?
it'd be small but hey i have an idea in mind so let me know!
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Just a friendly reminder as I got a small influx of followers I've had to soft block; I don't want minors or ageless blogs following me.
Thanks! ♡
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:: 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 :: Featuring 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨
♡. w//c. 2.6k
♡. t//w. [ Safe for work. ] Royal Court AU. Slight angst. Female Reader. Jester Sanzu. Queen Reader. Yandere Sanzu. Poisoning. Assassination.
♡. sy//ns. You are a Queen beloved by all of your people, reigning over your Kingdom with a gentle hand. When the dear King falls ill, you can only bring yourself to take refuge from your grief in your court jester, a dear friend and confidant; unbeknownst to you, he carries a dark secret.
♡. a//n. This idea has been plaguing me since my old blog. I've only recently gained the inspiration to write something down for it!
Your kingdom was glorious. It prospered around you, it's people well fed and poverty kept at a minimum. Farmers were happy to work their hours and earn their wages, while artisans and merchants came from faraway lands in an attempt to share their wares and craftsmanship with your civilians to make their living. You've reigned since you were barely a teenager, taking the throne at the young age of thirteen. You'd come from a neighboring land, wedded to your now husband in an attempt to gain political virtue and yet you'd grown to love your newfound home and husband with a sincerity that had at first startled you.
To those around and onlooking you were seen as a benevolent ruler, holding the utmost dignity and respect for your community while maintaining an untouchable sense of regal and poise. Mannerisms were always polite, contained, and well manicured to the point where little girls had revered you as an idol while men had lusted or proclaimed their trust in a way that left you both admired and utterly adored.
With great power comes great responsibility however, and you and your husband tended to navigate affairs together. While perhaps unorthodox to some, the two of you acted as a team and your husband regarded you as a personal confidant in political states and war measures. Not that your peaceful reign warranted any sort of wars to be concerned with, but you'd argued it best to be rather safe than sorry should the need for force arise. Likewise an army provided jobs and relief to the people, keeping their worries at bay while soldiers found their purpose serving your reign.
While the two of you acted together, you'd also a personal cabinet that discussed foreign affairs. In your case, there was a special one person that had grown to become a dear friend and proven to be cunningly wiser than his younger age suggested. This man was, much to no one's surprise and yet to some a baffling conundrum, your devoted court jester. Haruchiyo Sanzu had been his name, with hair as vibrant as his impish personality while piercing blue eyes saw more than he dared ever let on. You'd met him in your younger years, his foolish ways garnering him both laughter and flustered hysterics from those around him. Nonetheless, he left lasting impressions on those he met, his words strung throughout with metaphors and fables that you'd found to lead to deeper understandings when you'd come to him for advice on subjects.
Yes, he was dearly trusted. Trusted to make you laugh and for your guests to be left utterly speechless in awe by his theatrics when you'd choose to entertain. While your husband had found him grating at first, there was no denying the joy he'd brought to your face when he would spit something unusually crass or hyperbolic. Your husband had grown to become accustomed to Sanzu's peculiar ways, and over the years the jester had proven himself capable of being a trustworthy advisor. So he stayed, if nothing for you, and only for you alone.
For what seemed like an eternity, you lived in peace and harmony taking up days with your joker in the gardens, laughing in all of your memories as he had pulled from his sleeves a fully fleshed bouquet comprised of marigolds, daisies, and tulips. Their colors would splash together in oranges, yellows, and whites in your recollection while their scent had been so pleasant against your senses when you'd taken their stiff stems delicately into your hands. In every recount you were smiling.
That was always your dear fool's goal; to see you smile. To watch you laugh, dance, and sing to the instruments he would play in your grand ballroom. Yes, you were beautiful to all, but especially to Haruchiyo. Haruchiyo, who'd grown to adore you in all of your seemingly perfect imperfections that you dare never show to the world. There was an intimacy between you that could never be denied no matter how hard the two of you tried. While he'd seen you dressed in your fine gowns and with your hair pinned and contorted in a way that was lavishly unnatural, the man had also seen you dressed modestly in nothing but a floor nightgown with hair left tousled from a night's rest. Haruchiyo who'd witnessed your outbursts of frustration, sadness, glee, and irritation that never escaped the walls of the castle. It was he who'd been able to truly see the woman you were, rather than the Queen that ruled the kingdom with a sacrosanct demeanor.
However, all must good things must meet their end. Unfortunately, you were no exception to this rule of life, try as you might. It'd started as a simple cough in your King, which progressed to a throat that had grown terrible sore. He'd assured you it was nothing to worry about, and yet still you fretted over him. It wasn't until the nausea had begun to come into play did he start to grow concerned, and only after did his skin turn a sickly sheen of ash did he take to his bedside and call for the finest doctor throughout the continent to come to his aide. Yet there was nothing that could be done for now while you waited, and from your place beside him as he lay feeble, you wondered if perhaps you'd lose him.
Haruchiyo had remained in the room with you when you would come to remain by your husband's side. A hand would place itself along your shoulder, and as your husband lay asleep, you would crumple into your jester's side and weep.
"Am I going to lose him?" you'd whispered into the garish fabric of Haruchiyo's clothing. A weight had formed within your heart, the sensation so strong that it threatened to tear a hole through your chest from the sheer magnitude it possessed. It ached and throbbed, the pulses of sadness so palpable and tangible you'd felt them along your hands in rippling shocks. The sheer thought alone made you want to wail and scream, but you swallowed the urge, used to having to bottle away the unsightly emotions from years and years of practice.
Haruchiyo stared down to you sympathetically. The hand on your shoulder moved to gingerly touch the crown of your head, hands stroking along in an attempt to soothe. It worked, slightly, the touch warm and inviting. You'd nestled closer, wanting to bury yourself into the man, to hide away.
"No," he said comfortingly, the single word holding such a tender tone that it pulled at your heart. Not once had you seen him so kind, so somber, so serious. Normally he held that maniacal grin on his face, crystalline irises bright and vivacious. When you'd peeked up to look at him, you were shocked by how hollow they seemed. Empty. Lacking that brightness that would glimmer under the sun in your gardens. Thin lips moved, voice following suite; "You will not lose him. The doctor will arrive in a fortnight and cure him, if only he fights that long; he shall. To leave you behind would be a personal sin he could never redeem."
Your stare lowered. Tears budded at the corners of your eyes before they were blinked away, the droplets sinking down the slopes of your face before pooling to drip from your chin. Your lips quivered as you spoke, but you maintained an even voice; "I can't bear to lose him, Haruchiyo. I cannot. If I do, I don't know what I'll do with myself."
The pink haired man continued to stroke your head, fingers moving to your temples until finally tracing the outline of your face. Palm gently cupped your cheek. Thumb brushed delicately at one of your eyes, wiping the tears away.
"You are stronger than you think," he'd murmured softly. "Though it will not come to that. If it does, you know I'll always be here by your side."
A little smile twitched on your lips at the thought. "Do you promise?"
"I do."
The fortnight had come to pass and the doctor had been called. Blood was drained and medicinal plants were ground down into powders and pastes to be administered in the form of potions. At first, your husband's condition improved. A sheen of life returned to the color of his skin, bearing a semblance of newfound health. At one point, he'd even been able to clamber from his bed and go a day without vomiting. It was joyous, the emotion flooding you in a way you'd never experienced before, igniting your soul and biding your blood to run warm beneath your skin. Relief had washed along your body and released all of the tension you'd carried on your bones and undid the knots in your stomach. There was hope.
That was until it all seemed to fail. Once more your husband grew ill, unable to hold food or water down at dangerous levels. Advised by the doctor, many objects had been removed from the room on the pretense something could be making him ill. It was trial and error, urine sampled and observed in a flask before more potions were crafted in the hopes to save his life.
It was a mystery as to why his condition was failing so miserably. A mystery that ate at your heart, leaving it wrought with constricting pain day after day. The people would leave flowers by the doors of your castle, accompanied by bread and prized meats. You knew that they were just as worried as you were.
"Oh Haru," you'd wailed, the two of you accompanied together in your bed chamber. "I'm losing hope."
"You mustn't," he'd said, taking your hands into your own. Those blue eyes seemed pleading, glimmers of their light reflecting in the candlelight. "The King - he is strong. He will bear through this. For you."
You'd sniveled and choked on a sob. Long had passed since you'd first broken down before your jester, and it seemed you could only truly confide in him. Haruchiyo, your dear friend, who still to this day was the only man who could see the true you.
He'd drawn you in for a hug, arms warm and tight as they wrapped around your body. You practically collapsed into him, your own arms coming to clutch onto him. The warmth you felt upon his touch was invaluable, anchoring you from your raging tide of emotions that threatened to drag you into the undertow. Haruchiyo lightly placed his chin atop your head, eyes falling half lidded in thought.
“He needs his medicine,” you’d uttered through a hiccup. “The doctor is not here to administer it, and I’m afraid I can’t bear to see him right now. Haruchiyo, could I please burden you with the request to see him for me?”
The jester smiled to himself, giving a gentle pat to the small of your back. A squeeze had been given as confirmation of his acceptance, and you drew away from him with hands wiping the corners of your eyes to dry your ever flowing tears. Haruchiyo offered an exuberant bow to you, one that earned a smile, before he assured you. "Of course, my lady."
As he'd made his way down the corridors of your castle, the jester's movements were filled with a lilt. Steps were a bounce and muscles seemed to spring him forward in a musical dance, a strange jovial air wafting and curling around his body. It was disconcerting the way that he moved, fingers trailing along the paintings of you and your dear husband as he past. From his lips a tune was whistled, until finally he'd rounded into the bed chamber.
Your husband lay still beneath the duvet covers, breathing shallow as chest rose and fell only slightly. Haruchiyo simply observed for a moment, watching the way the once strong man now appeared more feeble than a newborn deer. The jester took light steps in, his footfalls near silent as he'd rounded to the bed.
"Good evening, my King," he'd murmured softly, offering another grandeur bow that sank his torso low until body nearly folded in half. One arm had crossed along his chest with palm splaying over his heart while the other extended out to his side in a wide, theatrical display. Eyes cracked themselves open from the man he was addressing, the King staring up at the pink haired jester with a hardened look.
"It's you," he'd mumbled, the words rasped and low.
"It is I," Haurhchiyo practically purred. "I am here to administer your medicine. You see, [Y/N] couldn't bear to see you in this state, so the Queen asked for me to be your nurse this evening. Isn't that sweet?"
Eyes narrowed, but as much as his suspicions were risen high, the King could do and say nothing.
The joker crossed to the nearby table where there were slight clinks of bottles and the drip of liquid. Unbeknownst to the king there was a second bottle opened, the dropper being plucked delicately and a lethal dose of arsenic was administered into the concoction.
Although perhaps a shock to all, it would become of no shock to the King. Perhaps sensing his final day, he would no longer remain quiet as to his suspicions.
"Are you ready?" Haruchiyo murmured, holding the cup in hand with a gleeful smile.
The King's eyes fluttered shut. "Do as you must, Haruchiyo. But know you must live with these consequences."
The words struck him as odd. "Whatever do you mean?"
"You know as I mean," was the quiet response back. "And may you live with this sin for the rest of your life."
Haruchiyo hummed. "Ah, so the King isn't as dull as the blade he bears. That is fine. No one will be able to save you come morning, no matter how hard they try."
"And what is it you want, Haruchiyo? What does this accomplish?"
The jester's head tilted. "Why, isn't it obvious?"
Eyes reopened to stare. A grin formed along the pink haired man's lips, the stretch so wide it'd nearly split his face in two. Haruchiyo leaned in a bit, words soft as he spoke; "I wish for your Queen, dear [Y/N.] She is what I want. She has all I have ever wanted. And with you out of the way, I will achieve that goal."
The King's eyes shut themselves again. A deep sigh had been drawn in, lifting his chest and wracking it with a cough before it'd settled into a restful peace. Words were weak; "She will never love you."
"You won't be around to see if that's true or not," Haruchiyo mumbled, as if in a taunt he'd rotated his wrist to juggle the liquid within the clear glass. "But I will never stop, my dear King. That we can both agree on."
Before the King had a chance to respond, the liquid was forced down his throat and jaw was kept still with an iron-like grip from the harlequin. As it slid down his esophagus, the only images that had come to his mind were of you.
When it'd all been drank, Haruchiyo stepped back, that wide grin still wide on his lips. There was a glimmer in those blue eyes, a sheen of light that reflected against the pale light of the flame from the candles within the room that were reminiscent of a predator's eyes shining. The King resigned himself to silence.
"I suppose this is checkmate, King," the jester murmured, giving another bow.
"You've lost."
#♡.pastries#♡.tr#♡.sanzu#sanzu x y/n#sanzu x reader#sanzu x you#sanzu haruchiyo x reader#sanzu haruchiyo x y/n#sanzu haruchiyo x you#sanzu#sanzu haruchiyo#tokrev x reader#tokyorev x reader#tokyo revengers x reader
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:: 𝑪𝒓𝒚𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 :: Featuring 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐖𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚
♡. w//c. 1.8k
♡. t//w. [ SMUT ] Fem!Reader. AFAB!Reader. Soft Dom!Wakasa. Comfort sex. Riding. Cream pie. Use of 'princess' and 'baby.'
♡. sy//ns. After a horrible day, you return to your boyfriend who offers to help make you feel better.
♡. a//n. today sucked and i needed this; maybe someone else needs it too. not proof read.
Today had sucked.
Maybe you'd suffered an insult at the hands of someone randomly online, maybe you'd gotten some bad news, maybe nothing had gone right, or maybe it was all of the above. No matter what it was, it'd ruined your mood and fouled the day in a way that'd made tears well up in your eyes while your lip quivered just thinking about it. You'd tried to cope, tried to make the best of it, and yet still your mind toiled on itself, replaying the bad memory and further upsetting you.
Imaushi had taken notice the second he'd picked you up. Your eyes weren't as bright as they usually were, and try as you might to smile or to prove to him otherwise, the two-toned haired man had seen right through you. However, he didn't press you until you'd arrived at his place and after you'd set your night bag down in an attempt to grow more comfortable in the now familiar place.
"What's up, princess?" he'd asked idly from his place on the bed.
You'd stiffened a little, eyes averting away. "S'nothing."
"Doesn't seem like nothin'," he'd remarked casually. "You're not sparkling like you usually do. Someone do something? Am I beating someone up?"
A smile quirked on your lips at the offer, part of you knowing it was in jest but another part of you knowing full well that it was 100% on the table if you'd said 'yes.' "I just had a bad day."
Imaushi's violet eyes softened just the slightest, hooded gaze staring your pretty features down. "You sure?"
You'd nodded. "I'm sure."
"Well," he'd mused, motioning you over with a hand. You'd stepped over to him, to which an arm came out to wrap along your lower half and drag you down into his lap. "Then lemme make it all better."
Heat rose along your neck and cheeks, eyes darting away coyly. Your hands crept up along his shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of his baggy shirt. With one of his own hands, Imaushi gently turned your face to look at him.
"Whatever happened," he murmured slowly, the words sinking into you and weighing against your frame. "Can just fuck right off. You're here with me now, and that's all that matters, right?"
Tears began to well themselves back up in your eyes again. "It sucked, Imaushi."
"I'm sure it did, baby. But you made it through it, didn't you? You're my tough girl aren't'cha? Gettin' through anything that comes your way. I'm proud of you."
The droplets slid down your face and you nodded. You buried your face into his neck and shoulders with a tight hug. Imaushi smiled to himself, violet eyes coming to admire you as hands cradled along your head and the small of your back.
"What can I do, princess?" he'd cooed to you, lips coming to press themselves to your temple as you'd sniveled.
"I-" you'd started, pausing once to breathe as best you could and steady your words. "I-I just wanna feel something other than sad. I hate being sad, Imaushi..."
When you'd pulled away enough to look at him, Wakasa's hands had reached out to cup your cheeks. Thumbs gently brushed away the stray tears that continued to drip down from your eyelashes. The man hummed, considering his options; "You want me to make you feel good, baby?"
You considered that. After a moment, you'd nodded.
"I can do that," he'd murmured confidently, offering you one more smile before lips pressed themselves to your own.
Imaushi always tasted sweet. Whether it was from the lollipops he suckled on or it was just him, you relished in the saccharine and melted into his gentle, comforting touches. Hands had roamed along your body, moving from your lower back up along your sides before ghosting back down to rub along your thighs.
It was hard to resist him, especially when he was sweeter than honey. A soft hum escaped from you, betraying how much you were indulging in the attention. Imaushi practically purred against you, hands continuing to roam until they'd slipped themselves beneath the hem of your shirt and upwards. Bra was unclasped with a skilled pinch of his hand while the other cupped the globe of your breast, warm palm kneading and massaging against the plush flesh. You arched into his touch, fingers curling to white-knuckle the fabric of his shirt.
As he teased and played, you felt blood pool south. Between your legs there was a slight throbbing, lips slicking wet as you'd shifted in his lap. The anticipation continued to build as Imaushi peeled away the layers from your body until you'd fallen exposed from the chest up. Mouth latched to your neck and collar bones, where he gently gnawed on your nape until darkened hues appeared in rounded circles against the color of your skin.
A soft moan escaped from you as you'd shifted to straddle along one of his thighs. Hips began to grind, friction rubbing against your throbbing clit that was eagerly begging for some sort of attention. Imaushi smiled into your collar bones, pressing one more kiss before he'd dipped lower to take one of your nipples between his lips.
"Imaushi," you'd gasped gently, hips bucking. The movement felt nice, gentle waves of pleasure curling along your skin and making your toes curl. It bubbled from deep within your gut, warming you from the inside out like a fire gently being kindled during a Summer's night.
"I know, baby," he'd breathed, unlatching himself only momentarily before he resumed the lavish attention to your body.
You wanted more. Walls of your cunt were beginning to ache in anticipation, clamping around emptiness as you practically fucked his thigh with feverish intent. Imaushi was always so slow with you, so incredibly thorough, enjoying and taking his time as hands roamed down to cup the curve of your ass from beneath the fabric of your pants.
"Imaushi," you whined again, tugging on his shirt. "I wan' you now!"
A little chuckle escaped from him. Your sadness had melted away, twisting and turning towards the escape lust provided by sinking her fangs into your psyche. Wakasa had a way of riling you up, sending your stomach in a twisting tizzy of butterflies and pussy throbbing for his cock in only a matter of minutes. In maybe any other scenario you'd find it embarrassing, but right now, you simply didn't care. You were aching and dripping, hole eagerly demanding to be filled.
Final layers of clothing had been peeled away and you all too excitedly unbuttoned his pants. Thick black fabric had been pulled away, revealing his cock to which you happily curled your fingers along the base to give a few loving strokes.
"C'mere, baby," he'd murmured, pressing another kiss to your temple.
You obliged, allowing for the man to lift your hips and lower them back down onto his cock. He'd taken care, guiding himself in slowly, allowing for you to relish in the way the head of him parted your lips and spread you wide as he filled you down to his base. A moan escaped from you, head leaning forward to press into his shoulder. One of Imaushi's hands trailed from your hip to your back, where fingertips traced along the length of your spine. The touch sent a shiver along your skin and made it stand on end, the sensitivity mingling with the pleasure to electrify you.
Wakasa moved slow. One hand had cupped your inner thigh, taking hold of the plush firmly as he'd lifted your weight up and lowered it back down on his cock in a slow stroke. The sensation of him slipping out of you only to fill you back up made you gasp softly. Pleasure glided along your skin, filling the spaces between your body that had carried the weight of the day and simply fizzled them away. That warmth carried throughout you, heating you from the inside out and sending your mind spinning.
"Faster," you'd gasped, hips joining his movements.
Whatever you wanted, you always got. Pace hastened and the lascivious slap of skin against skin sounded, echoing within the empty spaces of the room that your moans and whimpers couldn't fill. Body shivered and trembled, cock throbbing from within you and making your pussy clench around him in a way that'd made him groan deep and low. The sound made your heart flutter.
You'd taken over the pace, riding him with all you were worth. Mouth hung slack as lust sunk her fangs deeper into you, motivating every single one of your movements for more, more, more. Imaushi's now freed hand that had been on your thigh had moved to your clit, where circles were rubbed over the pulsing button. Pleasure tightened, hazing your mind and leaving your thoughts muddied.
You could feel yourself getting close. That familiar tightening of your body had started, along with mind beginning to numb of thoughts. You gasped and whimpered, moaned and bellowed within his ear, where each and every sound you made was drunken wholly by the young gang member. You were so warm around him, so tight as your walls clamped and sucked on his cock, it was hard not to just lose himself. But he persisted, allowing for you to fuck and grind down on him in all the ways he knew you loved.
It was as if a thread snapped. One minute your hips were bucking, frantic, and the next your legs were trembling and mind had gone white. Pleasure crashed onto you, electrifying every nerve, igniting every blood vessel, and washing along every inch of your skin. Mind was completely blank and vision grew spotted as you gazed at literally nothing in front of you, your orgasm drowning out everything from the world that wasn't Imaushi.
Wakasa's hands gripped you tight as he fucked up into you, forcing you to ride out the orgasm. Moans dripped from your lips as you gasped and panted, hips bucking up to avoid the stimulation as your body recovered but he refused to let you. And so you came again, and again, little ones that wracked your body and left you scrambling to form any sort of coherent thought.
It wasn't until he throbbed and slowed a bit did you find reprieve, the hot sticky cum coating your gummy walls and filling you until you were drooling around his cock. You'd slumped into him, breathing in ragged pants as the exhaustion settled into your bones.
Imaushi caught himself on one of his hand planting behind him on the bed, the other lazily wrapping around your waist to hold you close and upright. You hummed, content, head nudging against his own before burying into the crook of his neck.
"Better?" his voice came gently before lips found themselves against wherever he could reach you.
"Mhm."
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FT CHALLENGE: 20 DAYS w/ @naruzumake, day 14: fave outfit → lucy’s classic outfit.
“Don’t judge me unless you have looked through my eyes, experienced what I went through and cried as many tears as me. Until then back-off, cause you have no idea.”
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Welcome new followers! 💖
I’m Gwen and I’m obsessed with Wakasa and Gloxinia thank u for coming to my Ted talk
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going through a bit of a tokyo rev phase here. sorry to those who are following for a different fandom! i'll be branching out again to the others soon once i get all my ideas out
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waka brain rot waka brain rot waka brain rot
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why are plain corn chips so addicting
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