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hollythius · 10 months
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IT’S A SYMBOL OF OUR FRIENDSHIP! | secret relationship headcannons
featuring | alhaitam, kaveh, tighnari, childe
prompt | as secret lovers, your favorite pastime is buying incognito matching items for you and your partner. but after so many grandiose, lovingly picked items start to alert your friends— well, what do you say?
tldr | i love secret relationship tropes đŸ«¶ especially when it’s by choice and not necessity. reader is gn, i tried to be funny (it didn’t work), help i cant write any of these characters, uhh enjoy!! reblogs help btw! this got way off topic, uhhhh i’m having fun with these hehe
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ALHAITAM — matching rings
the great sage was rarely fond of people, and even rarer was when he purposefully went out of his way to do something for another person. thus, after you had gotten over the initial shock of his confession— wham! he had pulled you aside to hand you a box that held matching rings. you almost fainted, the insanity of your precious haitham not understanding the implications of such jewelry threw you for a loop. however, you accepted it as a sort of promise ring, the silver band wrapped with green, vine-like markings. kaveh was the first to notice. “what’s that you’ve got there?” he smirked. his pointer finger directed at alhaitam’s middle finger where the ring rested. “oh, and what’s this? y/n has one too? oh my!” and alhaitam, sweet, red faced alhaitam, simply said, “it’s a gesture of our friendship!” you shook your head, smiling. kaveh laughed. you knew he was starting to suspect you anyway.
KAVEH — matching earrings
having your boyfriend’s roommate intrude on the two of you was rare, but that didn’t mean it didn’t happen. you were beginning to think it was on purpose— alhaitam was smart, and it wouldn’t take a genius to realize your relationship. (especially with how affectionate kaveh was sometimes) “y/n, help me put them in,” kaveh whines. “hold on, kaveh. here,” you finished putting your own earrings in, before coming over to kaveh. you press a kiss to his temple, which leads to him kissing your wrist— soon the earrings are left forgotten on the vanity and your collective priority is to kiss each other to death. these ministrations hold your attention so tightly that you don’t hear the knock at the door. or the ‘i’m coming in’ from alhaitham. well, he was bound to find out one way or another.
TIGHNARI — matching bracelets
tighnari’s tongue stuck out a little when he was focused— a cute habit of his that you had yet to comment on. now, he was focused on latching a clasp on a bracelet he had bought you. on his wrist was a matching one: gold and green with incredible luster. he was struggling. “need help, nari?” you ask, giggling. “no. m’fine.” he was certainly not fine, with how long it was taking him. “you’re so cute,” you say softly, tighnari looking up at you annoyed. “and?” you laugh again, the clasp on your bracelet still not closed. you kiss the top of his head, chuckling. “i think you need some help, hon.”
CHILDE — matching scarves
the chilly weather of snezhnaya warranted thick coats, long bottoms, and heavy boots. hats or earmuffs were common, but scarves were practically a staple fashion item. they could be worn multiple ways, styled impeccably, and still keep you warm. so when childe gifted you a red scarf that perfectly matched his own, you melted. “is this for me?” you whispered, childe chuckling at the awe in your tone. “uh-huh. look, it matches mine! and red’s a common color here, so it doesn’t look suspicious,” he said. but the real test would be when he was out in public. the red on his face could easily be explained away as from the cold, but you knew that the rosy tint was him blushing. you buried your face in your own scarf, embarrassed. childe just thought it made you look cuter.
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cielcius · 1 year
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you’re nearly passed-out drunk on katsuki’s back when he brings you back to your dorm, incomprehensible mumbling and occasional twitches coming from you as you try to keep yourself awake. he manages to open the door with one arm still holding you up, the other switching the light on to reveal an empty room. your other roommates must still be out partying.
the dorm is cramped with bunk beds and desks, seemingly scattered at random but you manage to make it work. katsuki finds your bed, a bottom bunk, and slowly turns his back to let you fall onto it. he’s mindful enough to make sure you won’t hit your head, turning to take your shoes off before draping a blanket over your figure. you peek at him when you feel a hand come up to smooth back your hair, the action making you lean into the palm of his hand that comes to rest on your cheek. “get some sleep, okay? i’m gonna go.”
your intoxicated mind takes control of your body when you see him start to pull away and stand from the bed, your hand reaching out to grasp at the hem of his shirt. “nooo. mm mm.” katsuki wants to smile at your disapproval of his departure, adoration swirling in his chest when he feels you tug him back. “hmm, what’s wrong?”
“don’ wan you to go.” katsuki lets himself smile this time, sitting back on the edge of your bed with a hand coming to unhook yours from his shirt before entangling them together. “you don’t want me to go?” you shake your head, your lips turned down in a pout. there’s a small whispered ‘no’ before silence falls, you being distracted by his hand as you grasp it with both of yours. he watches you for minutes manipulating the position of his hand, the curve of his fingers, before bringing his palm back to cup your cheek. there’s a pause, something that you want to say but won’t come out until you sit up.
“katsuki.” you look up at him, hands still playing with his in your lap. he waits quietly, watching as you look down at your hands before looking back up. there’s another pause, your eyes looking just below his. you’ve stopped playing with his hand, instead opting to hold onto it as if you’d lose him at any moment. you lean closer, eyes flicking back to his before settling on his lips, going back and forth once more until you finally slot your lips against his in a long-awaited kiss. katsuki closes his eyes as you do, thinking about nothing and everything at once. your hands holding his, your lips against his, and the feeling of you that surrounds him.
he doesn’t move, doesn’t get to before you pull back enough to whisper against his lips. “i like you. a lot.” he opens his eyes to meet you, looking up at him with emotions that drown and suffocate him until he can no longer find himself denying it. “i like you too. a lot.” he smiles when you do, eyes shining in excitement as he accepts and returns your confession.
“really?” he nods. “really.” he presses a kiss to your forehead, a kiss that says he’s liked you—loved you—for a long time now, and lets it rest there before pulling away. “you should sleep. okay?” he looks at you, hands cradling your face before he presses another kiss to your forehead. “you can’t stay?” katsuki smiles and shakes his head. he really wants to. “can i see you tomorrow?” katsuki nods, helping you lay back down before tucking you in. “i’ll work hard, so there’ll never be a day where you don’t see me.” you seem happy to hear him say that, excited, and so is he.
“and we’ll live together?” he nods. “and i’ll buy you the biggest house with anything you want.” your hands go back to playing with his. “i want to help too.” katsuki hums for you to continue. “i wanna give you things too, and buy you a house too, with anything you want.” katsuki’s chuckle comes watery, a shaky sigh that breezes through him before he nods. “okay. you can help.”
“and we’ll do it together?”
“and we’ll do it together.”
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mitoad · 1 month
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okok but can someone please please recommend some tooth rotting diabetes causing nickocado avocado-inspiring cod x reader fanfictions ? im so sick of searching up cod x reader works just 2 get bombed by “AND THEY CHOKE ND STRANGLE YOU” “HARDCORE SEX STUFF HERE !!” please i just want to be silly and domesticated with the boys why is peace not an option
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l3viat8an · 9 months
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my feed has just been reminding thoroughly about levi having two dicks and just. dp anyone? asdfghjkl i like vividly imagined it earlier
- đŸ”đŸ’•
Nsfw content MDNI
Ehehhehehe using this as an excuse to post my brainrot cuz I’ve been thinking about this so hard đŸ˜© ‘n to hopefully make this make a little bit more sense- Levi has two cocks one on top of the other ;)
Cockwarming Levi while he games, but!!! It’s the first time you’ve done it with both of his cocks inside you.
Usually you’d sit with the top inside you and jerk his bottom cock off, it was fun and Levi knew the rules. If he could win his game with you on his lap, doing whatever you wanted
after he could do whatever he wanted to you~ if he lost the game?
well he didn’t get to cum. Simple enough.
But this time is different, you’ve got both of his cocks inside you and you just can’t hold still, you feel so full and keep shifting your hips / grinding into his cocks for some kind of relief and it was not so slowly driving Levi crazy.
“MC
.you- you have to hold still
.I can’t ïżŒf-focus
.” Levi whines through his teeth after he mutes his mic. And really you were trying your best! It’s just so hard to do when your brain is slowly turning to mush from this sheer amount of cock(s) inside of you. ïżŒ
Whining right back “I am holding still
.I just can’t help it
.”
“Shit
” Levi says before turning his mic back on and saying “I’ll be right back guys.” moving even faster to mute his mic again and toss his headset to the side, Levi’s hands gripping your hips so tightly you’ll definitely have little bruises tomorrow-
Your head tipped back onto Levi’s shoulder as he slowly starts to rut himself into you, shallow thrusts allowing the tips of his cocks to nudge against you just right.
“o-oh f-fuck-so tight.” Levi moans right by your ear adjusting his grip on your hips, sliding you up, almost all the way off of his cocks and practically slamming you back down.
You let out a soft sob and Levi repeats the ïżŒïżŒmovement a few times before he’s moaning your name mixed with little gasps of “C-close- s-shit
” your little gasp of “me too
please don’t stop Lev
” I mean really how could you not be close with two monster dicks pounding into you?-
Your moans seemed to be all Levi needed to hear as he bucks his hips harder into yours, moaning your name louder as you feel ropes of warm cum filling you up and pushing you straight into your own orgasm.
Your hips rolling back against Levi’s as he whines at the sight overstimulation of you riding out your orgasm.
Your chests heaved in sync as you caught your breaths from your quick fuck.
Levi presses a few soft kisses to your cheeks and nose right before mumbling something about cleaning up quick, reaching for the box of tissues he keeps in one of the drawers on his desk and how he has to get back to his game
.oh right, you almost forgot he was in the middle of game, but thank goodness his mic was off- Right?-
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lovelyhan · 10 months
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dunno if ure comfy being sent nsfw links but i IMMEDAITELY thought of streamer wonwoo and reader when i saw this đŸ« đŸ«  https://twitter.com/sugarfemdom/status/1662648169510096900?s=46&t=-M95tJ5hXqBg8X7CbBlW4A
02:35 — WONWOO
🔞 nsfw link 🔞
i'm sorry but you're going to hell. straight to the boiler room. no excuses!!!!
p.s. read underlying pretense for a good chunk of context!
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this was meant to be a regular cosplay-fitting session. you've been receiving new sets to try both from thoughtful fans and sponsors in abundance lately and, while you have a rather...unconventional tradition with these things when your boyfriend comes into the picture, you really just wanted to try them on before hopping into the shower and preparing for your next stream.
meaning: you were being serious when you told wonwoo that you're not trying to get your brains fucked out while he defiles this precious, rather revealing catgirl set that borders on lingerie.
but of course, things rarely ever go your way.
"d-daddy, fuck."
wonwoo's grip on your hips is iron-tight as he pins you to the edge of the mattress—cock fucking into you with relentless precision. he gives you little room to squirm around and with how his eyes are pulled into a mixture of intense concentration and carnal desire, you don't think he'll let you get away anytime soon.
the ruby red mood lights paint his skin in a swath of erotic gusto as wonwoo mutters, "hold your thighs open for me. you can do that, right, baby?"
you nod all too eagerly—his perfect, obedient cockwhore—before doing as you're told. your eagerness frees up his hands and wonwoo wastes no time taking your pretty face in his grasp and leans down to capture your lips.
usually, it's all teeth and tongue whenever your mouths come together in the height of passion—a dizzying bout of lust taking the reins from what's left of your rationality. this time though, wonwoo kisses you firmly, thumb stroking the high of your cheekbone and you swear you feel him smile against you.
"beautiful baby," he whispers—his calculated thrusts slowing to a crawl as the praise makes you preen with a pathetic whimper. "you're cruel for thinking i could ever keep it in my pants when you look so fucking hot in this. who's the fucker that sent these to you anyway?"
fuck. you know it's only been a few weeks since you started officially dating, but you don't think you'll ever get used to wonwoo praising you so easily.
"i-i don't remember," you tell him honestly and your boyfriend merely chuckles, rising just a bit to give his hips more leverage to decimate your poor cunt. "shit. right there, daddy!"
the head of his cock rams against your cervix again and again and again—a sob caught in your throat as each drag stimulates you to no end. one of the perks of fucking you at the edge of your bed is that wonwoo gets to control just how deeply he can penetrate you.
he notes your desperate moans with a smirk, one of his large hands fitting snuggly around your throat as the other lingers by your face. when your boyfriend's thumb prods against your spit-slicked lips, you're all too eager to suck on it like a piece of candy.
wonwoo groans at the sight—the practiced cadence of his thrusts faltering for a millisecond before resuming the punishing pace he's set.
"don't you ever fucking wear this on your streams," he growls, hooking his other thumb into your mouth. when your boyfriend leans down again, you can feel his hot breath fan against your face. "for my eyes only. got that?"
in the back of your mind, you feel like you've had this conversation with him before. but the difference now is that you're no longer toeing around a complex situationship that you were too afraid to give a name to.
this time around, wonwoo is your boyfriend.
your extremely possessive boyfriend, apparently.
"only yours, daddy," you mewl as wonwoo molds your lips into another kiss that feels much too sweet for someone who's just staked his claim on you.
it brings you over the edge anyway.
the sensation of your velvet walls clamping down on his length when your orgasm slams into you is enough to drive wonwoo into bucking his hips against yours erratically. your boyfriend rides out the way your sweet pussy milks his cock for his release like it's begging him to fill you to the brim.
and who is he to deny you what you so desperately want?
wonwoo's hot cum paints your insides in his colors as your boyfriend engraves the sound of you screaming his name into memory. not that he doesn't have enough of that to go around, but whenever he makes you come, wonwoo likes to think it's a brand new experience each time.
though he wouldn't ever say it aloud, there's nothing more that he wants than to share even more of these moments with you.
"no, seriously, who sent you that set? didn't you already get rid of that old twitter account? i saw you deactivate it with my own two eyes."
you giggle at the clipped tone that accompanies wonwoo's words as he helps get you cleaned in the shower. after you wipe off a clump of soap suds that landed on his nose, you stand on your tippy toes to give him a kiss.
"i never gave my address out on twitter though, so it might just be one of those more daring cosplay brands trying to get me to become an ambassador," you reassure with a ditzy smile. "joke's on them though 'cause the only person who'll see me wearing cat girl lingerie is you."
when wonwoo grumbles, "damn straight," under his breath before turning on the shower to rinse off, you consider it as a win in your book.
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⟱ end notes: it's been a hot minute since i've acknowledged the existence of gamer!daddy!wonwoo so it's kinda refreshing to write them fucking around again :') i ALSO don't mind being sent nsfw links as long as there's a heads up lol we're all horny here <3
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goddamnitchuuya · 1 year
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Chuuya with a really shy s/o shsggdgsgd
I feel like he’d treat them so gently and praise them saying it’s okay for them to let out their noises
This man has me weak in the knees đŸ˜©
EXACTLY and we're all weak in our knees for this man
contains: soft dom chuuya x f reader, fluffy smut, penetration, creampie, slight cum play, cunnilingus, basically headcanons.
minors dni.
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Chuuya, whose ginger locks tickled your cheeks when he whispered sweet nothings into your ears while pratically worshipping your whole being.
Chuuya who secretly laughs knowing you don't dare whimper on how big he is.
Chuuya... he doesn't like it when you cover your face as he enters you. Whether it's your hands over your eyes, face deep in the pillow or hiding in his neck, accidentally biting down to stiffle your most embarrassing moans. He gently interlace his fingers with one of your hands to keep it in place, bringing your other to his lips to press a reassuring kiss. Tells you it's okay, he wants to see your lewdest expressions and hear you babbling on how good he's making you feel.
"So good for me, pretty girl." "Nah, move your fuckin' hands, let me see you." "So tight, that's it..." "D- damn... do you have any ideas of what you do to me?" his list goes on. As much as he likes claiming you as his over and over, Chuuya absolutely loves every single mark you leave on him, the occasional hickeys on his shoulders when you squirt on his cock, the long scratches on his shoulder blades and forearms when his tip hits a particular spot, the purple adorning his back because of how hard the heel of your feet digs into it. Don't even get shy over all of these, he'd happily show them off to everyone if they asked.
When you come, back arched beautifully to his body and tits brushing against his chest, his hands are quick to support you. Chuuya closes every gap left between your bodies. Extra points if you don't bury your face in his shoulder anymore.
Chuuya who stares for way too long at the clear white thick and sticky cum lining from your cunt to his still hard cock when he pulls out. It's only when you close your legs out of embarrassment he snaps back, smirking to himself as the fluids can still drip down from between your thighs and onto the sheets. It doesn't stop there, though. He's crawling back and lifting your thighs up around his waist, the underside of his dick glided between your folds and coating it further of your mixed fluids. His thumb caresses your lower lip ever so softly as he asks if you're okay, if you want more, he'd give you the whole world.
Chuuya, who's willing to spend the whole night on his knees, eatin' his baby out as if it were the last meal of his life, letting you push him in deeper for more, tug at his hair as freely as you wish, anything except muffling the cute sounds he's pulling out of you. He won't stop until he has pushed all the shyness out of you, leaving you finally begging and he'll indulge everything you want. He also gets off on your pleasure so don't worry about him.
Allowing you to slump against his chest in the bath while helping you wash away the mess between your thighs. Chuuya holds you like a delicate flower. Each feather light touch landing on your skin is enough to make you forget the soreness of your legs. But he's always been careful, carrying you to bed knowing full well how shy you could get again if he sees you barely have the strength to stand on your own.
Nakahara fucking Chuuya... he just loves you too much. How many times do you want him to remind you that?
#getyouachuuya
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teastainedprose · 1 month
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Play With Fire, Ch. 2 ( Homelander x Reader)
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Homelander ponders what to do with his little bug and gets a free show. (Homelander x f!reader, plus-sized reader) Warning:🔞 Language, sexual scenes, stalking, non-consensual voyeurism, public masturbation Chapter 1, AO3 Link
He knows your name now. Homelander knows every scrap of information Vought has amassed on you over the years. Effortless on his part to get it, of course.
When Homelander demands something, people snap to attention, and that’s exactly what Ashley did. She pulled your employee file right up and handed it over, no questions asked. 
Why would she? He’s the fucking Homelander. It is better to appease the beast than court his wrath. Besides, Homelander is the reason Ashley now gets to play CEO, and he’ll never let her forget it. 
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Idly, Homelander wonders if you think you’ve escaped him. He hasn’t made a move in a handful of days and has no plans to do so. The question as to what to do with you still rattles about in his brain.
He flips through your file, considering it again as he mulls over how to handle you. He could give your job back to you and have you indebted to him while effortlessly bringing you to heel. Having you close feels appealing enough to the supe while giving him an easy string to tug. It puts you in your proper place at his feet, as all mud-people should be. 
Homelander doesn’t want you kneeling. Not yet. A little struggle from you would suit him just fine. To see that fight that sparked within you in the elevator before you sank to your knees willingly at his feet would taste all the sweeter.
Homelander wants to know if that flame he felt the other day still burns within you. He wonders if you still remember the way his lips taste and the way he can still taste yours. Something sweet, delicate, and addicting. His tongue flicks out over his lips as if he can still taste you. 
Homelander blinks, his gaze refocusing on the city below as he takes in the view from the 99th floor of Vought Tower. He shouldn’t be thinking of a little bug like you in such a way yet

Homelander still doesn’t know why you did it. What sort of creature are you that you have the audacity to touch a god such as him and walk away as if it's normal? As if you have any right.
Oh certainly, there have been handsy fans in the past. A few he’d dallied with for his own amusement, as he’s a benevolent god when he feels like it. They were brittle things he had to take care not to snap in two, overly eager and breathy with praise overflowing. 
But you? You’d been eager and breathless when you’d kissed him, but there had been no devotion in your eyes. Anger and defiance had burned in your gaze at the start, followed by satisfaction like a cat who had gotten into the cream after your shared kiss. Smug little bug.
Homelander finds he liked that look on you, the more he recalls your face. He’d like to see it again. The supe wants to stroke the flame within you higher and see if it consumes or ignites you.
Still, he doesn’t know what he wants to do with you. Squash you? Pluck your legs off one by one to see you squirm and squeal? Pin you under glass and watch the life fade out of your eyes? These are all good enough options for a bug like you, but Homelander can’t seem to motivate himself to act.
Flicking through the papers, Homelander skims over your file again before settling on your home address. A slow smile curls his lips. Might as well pay you a visit.
It doesn’t take long to flash across the New York skyline and arrive at your apartment building. It’s an anthill of an establishment with countless drones living out their pathetic lives within. One scan of his x-ray vision pinpoints your exact location—a decent enough apartment with a balcony on the seventh floor. How convenient . Homelander bets you don’t even lock the door, as if that would stop him in the first place.
After settling himself on an adjacent building, Homelander watches. That’s all he does on the first visit and the second. He observes you as you go about your pathetic little ant life. Homelander wants to put you under a microscope to study you. What motivates a lesser animal, such as yourself?
He watches as you scurry about, picking up the pieces of your life after your job loss. You’re not wallowing in despair. Are you ever thinking about him? You’re not scrambling for your paycheck. You’re not lost in a panic.  Instead, you surprise Homelander again.
Your shoulders are lighter. You never noticed how much that position at Vought was an albatross around your neck. You’re a planner. You’re a goddamn adult and managed to keep enough savings tucked away in this economy to stay afloat for a year if needed.
Vought fired you, so the unemployment checks you get are hefty. Your resume is bolstered by that time at Vought, and even if you were shit canned,  Such a company's name on your resume still holds plenty of prestige. Interview requests roll in, and now you can afford to be selective.
You pick something cleaner. If not to scrub away the sins you’d amassed and witnessed at Vought, at least something to soften the memory. Something satisfactory and with enough income to keep you comfortable. 
You pluck a new position from the pile. It’s not as cushy as the Vought job, but you’ve had your fill of that. You made yourself sick on it from choking down their bullshit all for a fat paycheck. This you can manage. This you can do.  You even give yourself a break. A month of vacation before the new contract starts up. Time to rest. You fucking deserve it.
It’s the perfect time to catch up with friends and family. The perfect time to properly deep clean your apartment. To shake off the funk that working at Vought had given you. A fresh new start. Free of any volatile supes who could kill you by accident or in a rage because they didn’t like the numbers you reported.
You go out more. You catch up with relatives and indulge in bookstore and museum visits. You make sure to get a fresh haircut and newly painted nails. Anything to pamper yourself because this is your break, and you’re going to savor it. 
Homelander watches all this unfold with detached interest, or so he tells himself. In truth, you’re his new favorite show. 
He checks in often with you. Any time he’s in the area, or even when he’s not. It’s a quick flight over for him. No one will notice. You certainly don’t.
The supe doesn’t know if it galls him or pleases him that you’re a resilient little bug. Taking everything in stride and enjoying your small slice of freedom. It’s almost charming watching you scurry about blissfully unaware of his presence.
Homelander isn’t there when you pause in a shop’s aisle at the sight of a row of plushies. Plushies of The Seven and of him , of Homelander. The one with the lopsided grin. The packaging reads Junior Homelander Kuddle Buddy, and on a whim, you grab it and toss it into the cart with your groceries. Why not? Homelander is inadvertently the asshole who set you down a happier path. It’s an innocent amusement, even if you know you think about that spandex-suited idiot far too often. Best not to ponder the why.
Homelander does notice the plush toy on your nightstand later that day. It strokes some deeper part of his ego, heightening his interest in you. You do still think of him. Is it at the same level that he thinks of you? Of course, worse, really. It has to be. Why wouldn’t you be thinking of the god who watches over this city? Who watches over you.
You smile often. Those smiles are freely given to strangers and friends alike in equal measure, the brightness of it flashing like the wings of a butterfly. Homelander is finding that he likes those smiles and wonders what he could do to coax one out towards him. Idly wonders if that’s even possible. 
Your smiles and your anger, Homelander finds both captivating.
He pauses on flybys over your cozy flat out of habit now, too high to be noticed. He even steals away at night when there’s nothing to fill his nights with after Ryan is safe in bed. He knows your routine by now. 
During the day, it’s a visit to the local bodega or that cafe that takes a walk through the park to get to but is worth it for the breakfast sandwiches made on site. Picking up lunch or dinner at one of three places that you rotate through as a treat once or twice a week. Quick grocery trips are only two blocks from your apartment. 
The evenings bring cooking up simple meals to eat on your couch alone with some sort of TV show or movie. Never any of his movies, Homelander notes with a twinge of disappointment. Well, nobody's perfect. Certainly not an ant such as yourself.
It becomes a bad habit to watch his little bug scurry around her anthill. You’re not one to roam far, so it’s easy to keep tabs on you. It seems the only things that can lure you from under your rock are friends and bad dates.
-and they’re all bad dates. He knows this. Homelander watches each and every one play out.
Even you, plump as you are, have little trouble enticing men out to meet you. Regardless of how fetching you look on each date, there’s never a second. The men never meet your standards, which pleases him. Homelander won’t pause to wonder why.
By the end of the night, you’re always so crestfallen, but that suits Homelander just fine. He doesn’t want to get his gloves dirty by crushing some handsy idiot who would dare stumble home with you.
No, he prefers you alone. Especially on nights like tonight. 
There’s a routine after the spectacularly bad dates. They frustrate you and leave you aching in the best way possible. These are the sort of nights Homelander enjoys best from you. The sort where you’re digging into your nightstand for a faithful, vibrating friend.
 It’s bright pink, because, of course, it is.
As he watches you pull it out, Homelander huffs in amusement. That Homelander plush watches, too, because it hasn’t left your nightstand since you set it there. That amuses the supe. Two Homelanders are enjoying the show you’re about to give.
He shifts, stepping closer to the edge of the rooftop he’s perched on for a better angle on you. It’s his usual spot right next to your building, with x-ray vision allowing him an unobstructed view of your antics. It’s close enough to hear what you’re up to if he focuses just so.
Homelander can almost imagine the rustling fabric of your dress as you strip that red little number off. The one that flaunts those curves to your advantage with ample cleavage with the threat of spillage makes it all the more tantalizing. Your breasts certainly look on the verge of toppling out of that bra as you drop onto your bed.
He wishes they would. Homelander hasn’t had a chance to watch you shower or catch you in a state of undress, given how busy his days are in the morning. A part of him wants to be within touching distance of you the first time he gets to see you topless. As far as he’s concerned, it’s not a matter of if, but when.
Homelander licks his lips, wondering what your tits taste like and what sort of sound he’d get out of you if he bit them. Images of what those round, hefty globes look like free of your bra filter through his brain as Homelander’s finger clench. He wonders at the weight of them. His hand shifts, cupping his growing erection at the front of his suit as he watches you and wonders what you’re thinking of. Homelander makes a throaty growl.
Do you fantasize about the tempered strength in his arms or the unyielding hold of his fingers? Homelander’s grip on you had certainly stirred something primal in you when you’d kissed, but no. That’s not what you focus on while gently working the vibrator between the folds of your sex.
It's that needy sound he made—the one that tugs directly on your clit. An unexpected noise that you still think about, along with the taste of his tongue. You wonder what that hot mouth would feel like against other parts of your body and if he’d make those same hungry noises. Your toes curl involuntarily at the memory as you slowly work your vibrator between your folds, letting out a soft moan as it finally sinks in.
Then you’re working your frustration out with that vibrator, sinking it in and slowly tugging it almost free of your sex as you work yourself over. In your own apartment, blissfully alone, you’re not ashamed to get loud. No, you moan freely, unaware that anyone can hear. 
Except Homelander does, and he appreciates how vocal you can be. How shamelessly you arch back on your bed, legs spread wide as if giving him a show.
Idly, he wonders who you're thinking about, fucking yourself like that as Homelander works his own cock free of his suit. It can't be anyone but him. No human would fuck you that hard, not like he'd fuck you. The thought makes Homelander’s grip tighten around his cock, pumping himself in time with every thrust of that vibrator into your needy pussy.
Homelander’s fist pumps up and down his cock in tandem with every dip of that vibrator into your slick folds as he imagines exactly how your wet heat would feel and how your inner muscles would clamp down on him when you make that expression right there. Face twisted up in bliss as you moan, a smile on your lips as you fantasize away in your room.
It must be him you fantasize about as you fuck yourself. You wouldn’t make those needy little noises for anyone but him, would you? Homelander would like to think so.
Then you take away all of Homelander's doubts because it's his name he hears you moan. The sound nearly undoes him on the spot, and the twitch of his cock is almost painful in his grasp. A sharp whine escapes Himelander as he stills his hand. 
Huffing, Homelander squeezes his eyes shut even as he feels his balls tighten up. Not yet. He doesn’t want to come yet, not until he knows you’re closer. Not until you’re all but whining with need. He doesn’t have to wait long, not with how you work yourself over. Thinking of him. 
Homelander groans, his attention snapping to your face. To your lips to see if they form his name again. You don't disappoint. You’re lost in the pleasure, moaning his name like a prayer as you chase your orgasm.
Then the cry you make as you reach your peak—that’s what breaks Homelander. His heat vision flares as the pleasure within Homelander snaps, and there’s no holding back his release now. He snarls, his grip almost painful as he gives a few more pumps, and the Homelander is twisting in his own hand as his release spills over the edge of the roof. He watches as you scramble to turn off your vibrator, hands clumsy as you whine from the overstimulation. Homelander groans in response, his own hand giving a few more languid pumps before going still.
The flashing red of his eyes is bright enough to catch your eyes, snapping them to the sheer curtains of your window. You stare for a beat, your head tilting to the side as you wonder at the sight. A reflection from the cars passing by? A stray, distant flash from someone’s window? 
Homelander quietly curses, quick to tuck himself back into his suit as he retreats into proper darkness. There’s a smirk on his lips. Homelander knows what he will do with you now. You are a moth that he will draw to the flames of his affection passion. 
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thecoffeelovingfreak · 9 months
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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅
chapter I of and her heart is a bird on a spit in her chest
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Pairing: Teenage!Arlecchino x gn!Teenage!Reader
Genres: politics & law, angst (mostly light)
Word count: 1.5k
Warnings: corrupted legal system and government, mentions and discussions of said corruption, brief violence, brief mentions of blood, murder, and death; me trying to replicate how a trial would work if the circumstances are insane
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The damp and murky streets of downtown Brume de Lys left dark trails of water along your bare feet. The fog cast throughout the city hindered your sight as you ran, occasionally bumping into towering figures traveling home from work. The stained light blue blanket lying along the creases of your elbows was slowly becoming looser. Shouts and the heavy thumping of boots echoed from behind you as the sound of your racing blood filled your ears. Adrenaline coursed through you, and your body was shaking with stress and exhaustion.
As you sharply rounded a corner, you were met with the hands of your older brother grasping your forearms.
“Are you alright? What’s on your shirt?”
You brought your hands up to your eyes, much too frantic and panicked to respond. It was not needed, however, as the night patrol officers quickly caught up with you.
“Step away from the offender, sir!” one ordered.
Your brother looked at the man with his ever-persistent defiance, doing his best to appear intimidating in the face of danger.
“What have they done?”
“That is between us and the law.” the other spoke.
“If you cannot give me a reason to leave my sibling, I will not.”
The patrol looked at each other before one sighed and said, “If you will not obey, you will be punished as well.”
Your brother stared down the guards, his hands beginning to shake around your elbows. Time seemed to slow as a bullet of violet electricity flew into his leg, just barely scraping along the end of your blanket. His grip on you loosened as he fell spasming to the ground. The patrolmen raced toward you both, one roughly grabbing your upper arm and causing your blanket to fall onto the cobblestone sidewalk. The other turned your brother around and placed silver cuffs around his wrists. The civilians around you continued walking by even as you were both placed into the black vehicle of the third arriving officer. This was not an uncommon occurrence for them – every day people would be dragged either to prison or court whether they were innocent or guilty.
Every person in the nation of Fontaine would face judgment day, and every person would accept that system whether they liked it or not.
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Half an hour later, a young woman walked down the same street. A wicker basket of fruit hung from her right arm, paired with two loaves of bread. The slightly tattered clothes she wore blew around in the wind and her braided white hair began coming loose. The business of the streets was dwindling from when she first arrived at the market. The church bells began to toll as she noticed a darkened blue blanket lying in a puddle of black. It reminded her of her own waiting for her in a vast collective bedroom not far from here now, kept in a place she dreaded to return to.
A few coins remained in her pocket, jostling with each step she took. She had debated handing them back to the director, but instead, she decided that she would keep them hidden in the bread bag in her mattress. A simple excuse that the shopkeep had raised his prices would be enough to dwell the director’s suspicion.
A pattern of frayed black on the stone walkway caught her attention. The familiar feeling of bitterness grew in her heart again as she looked down at what was becoming the symbol of her city. It was no secret that Brume de Lys was becoming a display of corruption, at fifteen the girl could understand it better than ever before. The people of Fontaine were simply entertainment for their archon, and being ruled by such a tyrant ignited a mutinous flame in her. One day she would escape, not only the nation but the dismal environment of her orphanage.
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 The steady sound of rain echoed through your cell from the small barred window in the corner. It was freezing in the dreary room, and you had no reprieve from the unbearable chill. No blanket was on the hard old bed, and you were alone. When you arrived at the jail the previous night you were separated from your brother. He was twenty and five years older than you. They sent him to a different location, and he likely wouldn’t even receive a trial. The officer's testimonies would be all the court needed to charge him.
A key unlocking your cell drew your view from the grey clouds outside to the blue-coated monochrome of the bailiff’s uniform. Her white hair was slicked into a bun with two cerulean strands flowing from it. She said nothing as she motioned you out of the cell and stood to your side. A small show of respect in the face of contempt. She guided you through the vaguely familiar winding underground of the court. The structure for residencies of law closely resembled the law itself – maddening, tricky, and intricate.
Large doors of mahogany lined in gold and officers stood before the courtroom. The bailiff looked apologetic as she placed cuffs around your wrists and grabbed you by the arm. If the officers cared about her actions, they did not show it as they opened the tall doors. 
Your eyes widened at the display before you.
There were no spectators. No jury. No attorneys. Just a madwoman and her chief justice highlighted on a dais. 
No one else would be in this room.
The archon’s eyes glimmered with delight as she sat with a light smile on her face. The chief justice’s face sat stoic, and regret and guilt sat heavily behind his eyes. Every step you took fell deaf behind the bailiff’s boots hitting the wood floor. She guided you to a small wooden seating area before the dais, as she moved to stand beneath the justice and to his right.
“__ __, correct?”
You looked at the chief justice. “Yes, Your Honor.”
He hummed briefly. “Please state your case.”
The only knowledge you had of a trial was from your father’s five years ago. Nonetheless, you stood up and shared what happened the previous night.
“On the previous evening, I entered the butcher’s shop at the local market. When I left twenty minutes later, I was being chased by patrolmen. I wanted to purchase meat for my brother to cook for dinner, and now I am allegedly a criminal. I was raised in what is seen as the dregs of the city, but that does not make me inherently transgressive. I did well in school until I could no longer attend. When my brother and I lost our parents in the same week, we grieved, but we worked hard to provide for ourselves. The money we made almost always went toward food and shelter. The night I went into the butcher’s shop I was looking to purchase a cut of sirloin to share with my brother. I waited for ten minutes before I was serviced. I happened to spill a bit of the blood from the wrapped raw steak onto my shirt as I walked out since another customer bumped into me. When I exit the building there was a person lodged against the side of the building holding their side and quietly groaning in pain. I placed my steak down and quickly came to help them. I tried to shake them, but by that point they were unresponsive. Before I knew it the patrolmen had spotted the blood on my shirt and the blood on the body and thought I murdered them. I may be many things but a murderer is not one of them. I simply wanted to provide me and my brother with a nice dinner, and now I’m in court over a misunderstanding. Please, Your Honor and Your Majesty, deliver an understanding verdict.”
Silence overtook the room once more as you sat down.
“Wow, Mx. __, that was truly fantastic!” the archon cheered as she lightly clapped. “I have seen many trials today, but this is by far one of my favorites! The way you spin it is a wonder.”
Your brows furrowed before the chief justice spoke, “Thank you, Mx. __. Please give us time to deliberate.”
Confusion and creeping fear filled you as the justice and archon left to the chamber behind them. The bailiff did not speak or move even upon their return a surprising ten minutes later.
“We have reached a verdict.” the justice voiced.
“Not guilty!” the archon cheered.
Relief was evident on your face, but she quickly picked up on it.
“However
” she started, as the justice side-eyed her curiously.
“Since your brother is sentenced to twenty-five years at the prison’s factory, you’ll be all alone. So, we’ve decided to send you to Orphelinat de la Fleuve Sinueux!”
Dread filled you upon hearing your brother’s sentence. He would be wasting away in the product of industrialization that is slowly deteriorating the nation. The people were paying the price for the deceit of living a higher life with better technology and instead of doing anything about it, those in power like the two in front of you left them to solve everything.
Indignation shone in your gaze as the justice closed his eyes. “You will be sent there promptly at noon today. The bailiff will escort you to your home and the orphanage in the meantime. You are dismissed.”
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morbific-or-felicific · 1 year
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Okay you guys I want to be a brat to Cyno so bad. Him while he was helping question those three guys during the archon quest? Please tell me how i only have two more strikes until I die by your hand like,
“That’s one.”
“One? One what?”
“One strike. Two more and you’re going to be very sorry.”
“Counting down? Really? I’m not a child.”
“That’s two.”
“Okay you don’t need to count down it’s not like I was that bad.”
“And that’s three.”
With a sigh Cyno stood up and started walking towards you. You began to back away until the backs of your knees hit the bed causing you to stumble backwards. He stopped when he reached the bed, staring down at you, his annoyance clear on his face.
“I’m uh, I’m sorry sir.”
“Good.”
Before you were entirely sure of what had happened, you were laying face down on Cyno’s lap with your skirt flipped up while he rested a hand on your thighs.
“I’ll show you just how sorry you should be.”
His threat caused a shiver to run through you before you felt a hard smack come down on your ass forcing a little scream from your throat.
“Count.”
This was going to be a long night. <3
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everlastlady · 6 months
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How would Striker react if fem s/o is bisexual as he catches them looking at dirty magazines or looking at a female passing by? This is an antihero Striker au.
Thank you for submitting a request! I hope that you enjoy this story as someone who is bisexual, I had fun writing this story so I hope that any fellow bisexual enjoys this story.
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I Love You Either Way.
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✰- Author's Note: Hello! My little imps, demonic sinners, and powerful overlords. Welcome back to another story of fem reader who is bisexual with Striker. Since I have trouble writing due to adhd and especially a little bit of writers block. I tried a fun experiment today while writing this. I love to play Stardew Valley on my phone so while I was writing the story from my laptop I decided that. Every time I finish a day in Stardew Valley or for every fish I catch or tree I chop, I write a sentence on my laptop and it really helped and was fun, so if you wanna try something to reward yourself to write while having fun I recommend doing something while you write but remember don't force yourself to write if you can't. Also remember to eat a meal or snack, drink water, take your medicine, and that you are loved. If you enjoy this story then please like, comment, reblog, or even blaze if you can. Remember to support your local writers. ♡♡♡
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✰- Story Contains: Anti Hero Striker, Bisexual Fem Reader, Sexual Magazines, Fluffy Stuff, Supportive Striker, & Guess Striker's Friend.
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Ever since you were at a young age, you knew that you were bisexual but you never really told anyone, why? Well because you thought it wasn’t really important unless someone asked. And no one in your life really asked so no one knew that you were bisexual especially your boyfriend Striker. You met Striker when the hybrid imp passed out in front of your house. It seemed like he had escaped from a sort of horrible accident because had horrible burn marks on his back and looked beat up. So you helped him up into your home and patched him up. When he had awoken he would freak out but you eventually calmed him down despite him calling you names and threatening you but he ended up seeing that you meant no harm and had patched him up better than those shady doctors he goes to or himself. When Striker had left he returned the next day and bought you roses that were pink, purple, and blue. You accepted the flowers and thanked him. After that you and Striker began to hangout more and more with each other. The two of you would have all sorts of fun from camping, teaching Striker how to actually patch himself up, and he taught you how to use a gun. The two slowly fell in love with each other and eventually started to date each other. Striker loved you to pieces and reminded you everyday how much he loved you and that he wouldn’t want you to change anything about yourself. But you never really told Striker that you were bisexual and you weren’t sure how to tell him, or how he would react; so you decided to keep your sexuality to yourself until you felt like telling him would be the right time. Now Striker he already knew that you like women and men. Even though you two don’t live together yet. Whenever Striker was over and you would be out shopping or in the kitchen Striker being a nosey bastard would mess around in your room either with your computer seeing what games you have, going through your closet seeing what outfits you have and trying to get his shirts back, or he would just see what books you own.
He eventually came across a magazine but not just your normal type of magazine like a cooking, fashion, or gossip one. No this was a dirty magazine filled with pictures of different types of nude demon women. Striker sat down on the floor and flipped through as he was wondering why you had this. And then it hit him. The other day he asked if he was a woman would you sleep with him of course you said yes quickly without thinking; then he remembered how you would glance at other female demons whenever you two walked down the street at first he thought those glances were you just admiring those womens clothes or he thought you were just seeing if they were looking at him. “ Hey, Striker, I’m back from shopping. “ As you stepped into the room, Striker looked at you while holding the magazine and you stared at him then the magazine then back at Striker, as you felt your heart about to pop out. “ You wanna tell me something darlin? “ Striker asked and closed the magazine; he stood up and walked over to you and handed you the magazine. You sighed and set your bags down. “ I’m bisexual
. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you, I thought if I did that you would be disgusted and leave me. I didn’t know what your reaction would be, I just know that I was nervous to tell you, I still love you. “ You looked at Striker who said nothing and only walked to you with a serious expression; you closed your eyes preparing for the worst but all you felt was a small flick on your forehead but it still hurt. “ Ow! “ You rub your forehead and open your eyes as Striker glared and had his hands on his hips. “ Ow, is right, darlin’, I don’t care that you are bisexual, I still love you no matter what. Your sexuality doesn't stop me from loving you, it doesn't change anything between us. You are still my dumpling. “ Striker pulled you close into a hug. “ Does anyone else know you are bisexual? “ He asked while rubbing small circles on your back.
“ No, I haven’t told anyone since I discovered I was bisexual. “ You sighed feeling relief that Striker didn’t leave or yell at you for coming out. You actually feel proud knowing that you told him and happy that he didn’t see you any different and still saw you as you. “ Well if you tell anyone and they try saying anything nasty to ya or try hurting you pumpkin, just come tell me and I’ll make sure they don’t wake up to see another day. “ Striker planted a kiss on your lips. “ Also you need to find a better hiding place for those magazines because just having them in an open box on your closet floor isn't smart. “ Striker smirk. You playfully roll your eyes. “ Strike, who else is gonna snoop through my room besides your cute nosey ass. “ You deliver a flick to Striker’s floor head as he felt a dramatic pain sound and fell back on the bed holding you. “ That hurt darlin~ “ Striker nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. The next day comes and you are sitting on the couch watching a horror movie. Striker had come home from hunting down his target but he had a small box in his hand and sat down on the couch tossing the box into your lap. You raised an eyebrow at Striker who’s yellow eyes stayed on whatever horror movie you were watching. You opened the box and smiled seeing that Striker had got you bisexual rings but there were two. “ I’m bisexual darlin. “ Striker stretched and yawned.
“ Why didn’t you tell me yesterday? “ You asked and slipped one of the rings on your fingers. “ I wanted you to have your moment, I also thought it wasn’t really important to tell you so I thought since you came out yesterday, that I might as well come out while doing some cheesy ass gestures. A friend of mine; she recommended that I do it and even helped pick the rings. “ Striker slipped the other ring on his finger. “ Now we have matching rings, anyway give me the remote your taste in horror movies is shit. “ Striker said. You chuckled and handed Striker the remote who put on a zombie movie and rested his head in your lap as you ran your fingers through his white hair; who would have known that Striker was bisexual. That night you were brushing your teeth as Striker sat on the bed cleaning his weapons polishing his guns and knives. He kept a couple of weapons at your house either for training you or protecting you or yourself if anyone broke in and tried to rob or hurt you. “ Hey darlin’, I was thinking about finally moving in with ya, if you're okay with taking that next step in our relationship. “ Striker heard you jet out of the bathroom still having white foam around your mouth from brushing your teeth. “ I would love that! “ You wiped your mouth and walked over to him, sitting down in his lap. “ You moving in would be nice and I get to help you take care of our son Bombproof. “ You grinned, ever since you met Bombproof you declared that the horse is your son and Bombproof did love you. Striker chuckled and kissed you. “ Then I’ll make sure to get all my shit over here. “I love you darlin. “ Striker gave you another kiss. The two of you stayed there in the bed kissing each other and couldn't wait to see how living together would be like.
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hollythius · 9 months
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VANITY | vampire! genshin characters x reader
note | trying something new here! we’re going for multi-chapter, multiple characters x reader, and you get to choose your route! hopefully this goes as planned 😔 general trigger warnings for blood and biting in a (mostly) non-sexual manner.
SYNOPSIS | you receive a letter from a mysterious admirer, inviting you to an exquisite gala. when you arrive, you find various suitors waiting for you— but there’s a catch. they’re all vampires!
first chapter (you’re here!) / next / previous
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Dear Y/n,
You have utterly captivated me. Your charms are like the sweetest incense, drawing me nearer like a moth to a flame. When our eyes meet, my heart erupts with joy in a way that words cannot describe. Simply writing to you makes my hands shake in wistful longing. The quill in my hand is as restless as I; and I hope my penmanship is legible. (It would be my worst shame to write to you and have you not be able to read it) Now allow me to get on with the real point of this letter.
I formally invite you to the Dawn Winery next Saturday evening to enjoy a delicious wine tasting and incredible live music. As it is a masquerade, please dress in appropriate attire. I propose a game to you as well— if you can spot me in the crowd, I’ll give you a sweet surprise.
Yours in secrecy,
Your secret admirer.
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The love letters were new. You were used to odd trinkets: windwheel asters, berries, a honeyed ale or tasty biscuit. Never had you received such a flowery parchment. Flush rose to your cheeks, tinting them red as you stood on your doorstep. You shook your head, pushing back inside. Sure, it was true that sometimes you stayed awake at night, thinking of who could be behind the gifts. A rich nobleman? A sweet farmer’s son? A librarian, a fisherman, a baker? At times like these, you longed for the touch of your admirer. The country of Teyvat was large, but the incoming fesitival at the Dawn Winery drew in travelers months in advance. Your admirer could be from any reach of the nation! Could they be from your hometown of Mondstat, or the farthest reaches of Inazuma? You would have to find out yourself, should you attend the wine tasting.
Who were you kidding. You were already gathering money for a masquerade mask.
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juliistudies · 1 year
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late nights
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mitoad · 19 days
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little unedited simon angst as a warm up !! (no pairings, <400 words)
i think simon 'ghost' riley has a garden. It's not that big, composed of various houseplants that he'd been able to purchase in his time in between long, gruelling deployments. (they'd felt more homely than this concrete box ever would have.)
he tends to them, sometimes. waters them during the rare warm weather and weeds them every few weeks or so. "it's good for the brain," price tells him. "gives you something to think about." and partially, that's true- his reapings giving him something to speak about, to think about if he needed to, occasionally acting as a garnish to whatever frozen meal he had preheated. 
but there's one issue; in between long deployments and high risk missions, they would wither from neglect. he'd return home to dark, oddly silent rooms, and browned and shrivelled plants. sure, he could find what was left of them- scattered seeds or a drying-out sapling, or he could just replace them with his check, which constantly left him with an abundance of money he'd inevitably spend on nothing. but what upsets him is the cycle. 
returning to have his outside world just as dead as the one inside. having to pull out withered husks of what he had nurtured and cared for over months, shoving new seeds in the dirt in hopes of them growing and filling up that barren dirt with something- anything that felt as familiar as before, only for it to be ripped out of his hands as he's cast away and returned back to another empty garden. his hands ache from loosening soil and slicing out arteries only for them to grow and fail before his eyes. constantly being ripped from one home and ruining another, a waging war between the military and what little life he had left outside.
he's tired of the cycle. 
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l3viat8an · 10 months
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okay but consider current day satan when mc is brought back- having sex with them and having flashbacks to their sessions in the nightbringer era... him getting way more rough than what at current day had been his usual. his service top mask being overthrown by his ruthless hard top interior.
- đŸ”đŸ’•
Nsfw content MDNI
Ooooh~ okay~ 👀
All the restraint and hesitation Satan had before is just gone as memories flood his mind
..you liked it
.you liked how he’d bite into your skin so hard it left marks that lasted a few months
.you liked the way his aggressive thrusts jolted your body around on the bed
..you liked when he acted like a demon~
“Don’t cry now pet~ you should enjoy this
..I’m finally fucking you like I used to.” Satan kissed the salty tears that ran down your cheeks as you nodded mindlessly trying to keep up with him.
It all just feels too good. More than good, honestly~
Satan grabbed your hips harder pushing his cock, even deeper inside of you, harsh, short, thrusts that have the tip of his cock pushing perfectly into your sweet spot everytime. your mouth hanging open endlessly moans of his name and more falling from your lips-
and Satan’s burning all of this into his mind.
After all, he needs new memories now~
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lovelyhan · 1 year
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hope you're comfy in the cold weather kai!!
speaking of cuddling with hao, i think he'd be the type who Seriously just wants to cuddle when it's cold out, but sadly for hao, his s/o is a tease and keeps grinding their ass against him until he isn't sleepy anymore and intentionally gets him worked up af
(can i be your ❄ anon also? đŸ€­)
you are an insane person! criminally unwell! you deserve to be locked up without parole!
⟣ when it's cold outside ⟱ wc: 0.4k words minors do not interact!
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minghao doesn't see any problems when you asked him to get under the comforter with you when he visited your apartment. it was colder than usual and he could use a quick nap before heading back to the dorms.
so here he is, face resting against the crook of your neck as the heat of your bodies permeates into each other—enveloping the two of you in warmth so inviting, it nearly lulls him to sleep right away.
though you wouldn't catch him admitting it aloud, minghao enjoys these quiet afternoons with you much more than he thought he would. he adores how your body slots perfectly against his own—like two pieces of a puzzle he's been searching for his whole life. not to mention, the scent of you both in his arms and all over your sheets easily tempers his mind into a state of relaxation.
lying with you like this isn't so different from meditating.
most of the time.
"love," he groans when you push your ass back against his groin—yanking him halfway from slumber. "why are you moving around so much?"
he could give you the benefit of the doubt that you were simply moving around to get more comfortable. but minghao has been with you long enough to know when the things you do bear no ill will and when you fully intend to make him suffer a little.
"no reason," you giggle before doing it again. another tantalizing roll of your backside that grants him friction he didn't even know he craved. "you can go back to sleep if you want to, hao. i'm just getting comfortable."
though his mind attempts to distract himself from your no-good antics, his body responds in kind—slender fingers gripping your hips deliciously tight. minghao grinds his half-hard length against the valley of your ass, sucking a sharp breath through gritted teeth. he can't believe how easily you made him succumb to temptation.
but then again, he can never hold out against you for long.
"h-hao," you whine, tilting your head around to brush your lips against the corner of his mouth. "feels so good..."
minghao half-expects you to roll back into the pillows to let him climb over you like usual. but to his surprise, you put in a bit more force into your arms when you turn to push him back down on the bed—planting your thighs on either side of his hips as you stare down at him with a needy look in your eyes.
"you'll give it to me, right?" you whisper, making him groan as you gyrate your hips slowly—his aching cock straining even further against the fabric of his sweats. "you'll make me feel good. right?"
looks like he's heading back to the dorms later than usual.
besides, who was he to deny you the pleasure?
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hope you have a nice day or whatever :/// totally didn't get ME worked up when i was supposed to work on a wip :////// (also yes you can definitely be ❄ anon! but have some mercy on my mental health next time xoxo)
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goddamnitchuuya · 1 year
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hi! i saw ur reqs were open so i thought id ask (absolutely no pressure if u don't want to write for this^^)
nyway could u maybe write smth about pm!dazai + degrading??
i rlly don't see enough appreciation of pm!dazai on tumblr and i am starving for content lmaoo
he!!! 🛐
contains: dom pm!dazai x f reader, dazai is a sadist, degradation, choking, exhibitionism, very light bondage, breeding, creampie.
minors dni.
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"Can't even keep quiet during the last seconds? If the door wasn't shut so loudly, he could've heard a whore choking under my desk. Or perhaps he really had, 's that what you want?"
Dazai who roughly catches a fistful of your hair and pushes you deeper onto his cock. The sheer amusement in his laughs when you gag more sends shiver down your body. Your throat closes tightly around the fat cockhead, boosting his ego even more. He thinks whether it's because of how you absolutely love being humiliated by him, or getting caught by his subordinate or just literally anyone. How pathetic you are when he pushes you off his cock, he watches you cough and suck in deep breaths, wiping the remaining white fluid on your chin.
"I'd get up and shoot him twice, but you just had to get in my fucking way."
Dazai, whose lap you're being held in place on. Being his cockwarmer already has you frustrated, now even with a vibrator right above your swollen clit. Your lips must hurt from how hard you're biting them, palms all bruised by your own nails digging into the skin. He won't touch you properly, no. Can't you see he's busy? His chin over your right shoulder, dark eye fixed on the mess of work on the desk surface. But you're just a greedy slut who can't keep her mouth shut - his words - who's god damn desperate for his attention, constantly hungry for his cock, can't live without his cum fucked deep inside you. Those things slipped out from his mouth as if his dick weren't twitching and aching to thurst up to your cervix.
"Cut the whines, slut. Unless you want the entire Port Mafia to know how cock starved you are, stay still and don't fucking dare squirt all over my paperwork."
Dazai who doesn't run out of saying to degrade you. He has you bent to the nearest wall once you arrive at your shared bedroom, not bothering to strip you both off. Your wrists are all red, locked in his single hand while his other toys around with your mouth, long fingers pressing down on your tongue that's still coated a bit in his seed. His cock is filling your pussy up so full but he won't stop. It gets all messy on your clothes and he doesn't care. He mockingly calls you a princess, the dirty princess who never gets satisfied of what she gets, not even when her hole can barely hold his cum in anymore.
Dazai... who whispers in a soft voice of how much he loves you when you're fucked too stupid to form any coherent word but his name.
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