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insomniackae · 2 years

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- When I was your man -

(Neglected F!Reader x Albedo)

Summary: You're married to Albedo, at least thats what people think. He was almost never there for you. You're just his sick sister's caregiver to him. Maybe it's time for you to go.

Warnings: Klee is sick, ooc, terrible, angst, im frustated with this one, Albedo is kinda mean but not that mean, word crime,theres barely any pronouns referring to reader, GAWD IM SO TIRED, might do a part 2 idk, THERES ALOT THAT IS WRONG BUT IDC

It's a marriage of convenience, with you helping Albedo while also getting benefits such as protection. Albedo, your husband, married you for the sake of his sister who got an incurable disease. He needed someone to take care of her since he is too busy for that. Luckily, there's you.

It's a marriage out of love, well at least for him. For you, this marriage is a golden opportunity to become closer to Albedo. An opportunity to steal his heart. Even though your true intentions are different, you still took care and love Klee. She is like a daughter to you.

You both lives in a small house prepared by Albedo in Mondstat since Klee can't handle cold temperature with such conditions. Because of his works and projects, he was rarely there. You can't blame him since he is the Chief Alchemist after all.

At first you don't really mind the lack of presence of your husband as you're well aware of how busy he is but as the days pass, you started to be self conscious, aware of the loneliness that even Klee can't cure.

He doesn't even touch you, not even once. Isn't that supposed to be the responsibility of an husband? You can only see his beautiful grayish-blonde hair when he comes to visit his sister.

You knew it's a pure loveless marriage, yet you can't help to wish.

Oh how you wish you can be closer to him, be more intimate and spend more time together. Oh how you wish to be by his side when he is drowning in work, giving him words of encouragement. Oh how you wish you can help him relief his stress, just like how any other husband and wife would.

"Sister! Do you miss Mister Albedo?"

The cute voice of Klee snaps you out of your nonsensical dilemma, you cocked your head to your left to see a cute blonde girl in red, which despite of her poor condition, are still very bright and happy.

Do you miss him? It's been a while since you last saw him. Maybe you did.

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"Of course I do, my dear. I miss him very-very much"

"Awh! Don't be sad sister. Here, you can help make this cute exploding dessert!" Klee offer. She knows that you're feeling sad so she wants to help you forget about it. There's nothing that a dessert can't fix right?

Well, she is right. You had lots of fun baking with Klee. It was lovely- But at the same time chaotic. You both made a bombed shaped dessert that sparks in your mouth- made with a special ingredient. It was delicious so you decided to go to Dragonspine to let Albedo try. I mean, his sister baked that! He should at least try a bite. You're aware that Albedo doesn't need to eat, but it doesn't hurt to try.

After alot of struggling and hardship of going to the harsh snow, you finally arrived at his lab.

There you saw him, Albedo, your husband is there with Sucrose experimenting together sitting oh so close to each other. As his wife, there's a spark of jealousy and insecurity in your heart, burning it to ashes.

"He probably think of her as a friend."

"Of course he needs to be with her, their co worker"

"Experimenting is very dangerous, he will need her by his side at all time"

"He's doing this for the sake of his career"

You tried and tried to calm yourself, denying all your intrusive thoughts. But, you're still just a human.

"Maybe he deserves someone who's better, who understand him"

And with that, you put the desserts on a table near you quietly, trying not to get caught and left. As quiet as how you first came.

You goes down the mountain in tears flooding you cheeks, almost frozen.

I guess you just lucky being married to him huh?

You wanted his attention but he doesn't want to give you want. Deserved.

Well, fast forwards to 3 months later, you finally started to accepted the fact that Albedo will never love you and that made your mood gloomy. Lucky that there's Klee.

She begged you to go for a walk around Mondstat with her. Despite her sick body, Klee is still the same Klee. Who could say no to a cute blooming smile like that?

Klee's sound of laughter and cheery smile lights up the day, washing away your pain bit by bit. But as always, the joy doesn't last long.

"RUN KLEE! LET ME HANDLE THIS!"

You shouted with all your might as a group hilichurls approaches you. You can't risk Klee using her vision because of her currently weak physique due to her illness. Her body won't be able to handle it. So you take matter into your own hand.

Klee ran, as fast as she can to seek for help despite tears flooding hard down her cheeks. "Trust your big sister."

You launch yourself at the group and try your best to slow them down. The quantity was unnatural, it was suspicious. You brushed your thoughts away and focus on slowing them down despite being weak.

Right. You're weak. You don't have any vision nor any sense of combat to fight those monster. What were you thinking?! You must be stupid. But you rather be stupid and die, than having them hurts your little sister. You are her big sister, her mother, her bestfriend, her guardian. And she is your everything.

This is your time. To protect Klee. To complete Albedo's task. To free yourself.

" Maybe it was not the time for us."

By the time the knights arrive, it was already too late. You were nowhere to be seen. There was only your bloodied shirt with a ring covered in blood, sparkling under the sun of Teyvat even with it's terrible state.

It's your wedding ring.

Klee was crying hysterically and the knights tried their best to calm her down. Like it or not, she had to accept it. You're gone.

Albedo's was notified of this later on, but he has no emotion. Monotone. Heartless.

" I suppose it's time to find Klee a new caregiver."

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#angst #albedoxreader #genshin #genshinimagines # genshinimpact #genshinselfinsert #kae.fic

You open your eyes, droopy and sleepy after what it felt like days of laying down. You found yourself laying on a soft bed. You groaned a bit, putting you arms on your forehead as you turn your head to the left.

(JK SORRY)

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There's a tall ginger figure sitting near the window, looking out to admire the view of a foreign place. You sit yourself up and then it hits you, you're in a foreign place, in a foreign man's house, almost half naked.

"AHHH!" Sharp scream shoots out from your mouth. Shocking the unknown man as he quickly approach you. You pull the sheets that were covering you up to your chest.

'Wait, this isn't covering enough.' You then decided to move as lightning, wrapping the sheets around your body like burrito to fully cover you except for your face. "Who are you and why am I naked?!"

A loud annoying laugh bursts from the man, it went on for long to the point that the ginger had to cover his beautiful&hard abs stomach and tears starts to prick out of the corner his eyes.

"Why are you laughing?! What's so funny huh?!" Your face turns red from anger and embarrassment. You can just imagine fumes coming out of your ears like it's always described in books you read before.

You took a peek from under the cover and just stared at the glass. The ginger just sigh with your behaviour. "You do you, girlie. Don't search for me when you want something."

"Hahah- Calm down stranger! I saved you from dying in a river you know! You were so injured you might've died if I didn't saw you earlier! You should've thank me. Plus, you're not naked. They're still bandages on your body, unless you want me to remove th-"

"STOP" You yelled, face covered in the red of embarrassment. You hide your face in the sheets, in an attempt to save yourself. He just chuckles, walking away from the bed to grab something and putting it on a small table near the bed. "Here, drink this. You must be thirsty."

You reach out for the glass and drink the cold refreshing water slowly considering he saved you. "So, may I know your name sir?"

He looked as if he was expecting the question. I mean what's more important than knowing you saviour's name?

"Ah! Glad you asked. I'm Childe, also go by Tartaglia. It's yours to decide which is what you desires to call me. Pleasure to meet you." His self introducing is quite flowery, I guess.

"I'll just call you Childe" Since he acts like a child *eyes roll emoji*

"Alright! Childe it is. And may I have the honour of knowing your name?" He requested with a cheeky smile decorating his face. Right, talking about his face, you must admit he is quite handsome. His beautiful blue eyes, locking eyes to eyes with you. His masculine and exquisite face shape makes his handsomeness pops out. His smile is cheeky and annoying, yet charming. Oh, his physique is good too.

"Ehem- Stranger? Are you done staring now? Are you a pervert?" His words snapped you back to earth. Realizing that you, a stranger to him, are fucking staring and scanning his whole body is so unacceptable. You're embarrassing yourself a lot today.

"Oh! R-right! My name is [name]. Sorry for my rude behaviour."

"Haha! Don't be, [ name ]! I can't blame you for being attracted to my charming self." You' re too annoyed to tolerate him. Not today. "Where is this? What happened? Why did you save me?"

Questions upon questions fired from your mouth.

"Woah there stranger! Calm down now, would you? Well first of all, we're in Liyue. Second of all, I don't know how you were injured and ended up floating on the river. And to answer your last question, I rescued you simply because I thought you look pretty. I wouldn't have the heart to leave such a pretty lady all injured." He answer, with a quite honest expression. You believed him as he is you saviour, but that last answer really is unnecessary.

"I don't remember how I got injured. I only remembered running somewhere and falling into a river. Maybe I was being chased. I felt a really sharp pain in my abdomen and after that the world turns dark and I somehow ended up here." You explained to him.

"Huh, you must've lost your memories. But now worries [name]! I'll take care of you until you fully recover. It's dangerous to let you go unauthorized in your current state." He offers, looking happy to help. You were reluctant at first, but considering he was kind enough to help you, you decided to stay with him. After all, if he ever dare to do something bad or inappropriate, you'll just kick him in the crotch. No biggie.

"Why are you so nice to me, Childe?"

" I already told you so, you're pretty. I wouldn't let such a pretty woman miserable. I'm a gentleman" You just smile at his words. Hoping that you will recover soon so you can pay this ginger back.

"Eh, btw Childe, where's my clothes? I don't want to stay here only covered by bandages." You want to get your clothes back as quickly as possible. Being naked here with him feels dangerous. For you, atleast.

"Oh about that, I found you topless at the river. I didn't look of course. As I say, I'm a gentlemen. But I did took a peek and whew, you're quite sexy in my eyes." He blurted out in honesty. Too honest. His comment made you flustered as fuck and immediately hide yourself under the cover again.

"CHILDE! THAT IS THE OPPOSITE OF GENTLEMAN!!!"

Childe's laugh decorates the atmosphere. In Childe's heart, he wonder who are you to be able to make him genuinely happy. And on that first encounter between [name] and Childe, he finally feels real joy after a long long time of being lost in emptiness.

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(Childe x F!Reader?)

HE IS NOT A PERVERT I SWEAR HE WAS JUST TEASINGGG

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Sorry for not posting!! I was fairly busy these days. Im sorry if the fic wasnt your cup of tea since i am quite new in the art of writing. Im doing a part 2 for this since I wont leave my readers on a cliffhanger like that. Please look forward for it! Also, reblogs likes and critism are very much welcomed!! Please tell me how I did this time! Btw, requests are appreciated! I will do my best to fulfill you requests :D

#kae.fic #albedoxreader #childexreader #femalereader #genshin imagines #genshin self insert #angst #reader insert #genshin fluff #genshin angst #genshin angst to fluff

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laurafett · 2 years

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Who knew?

Eddie Munson x afab! Reader

-Eddie and you had been the closest friends until you drifted apart. But when you confronted him about it things get heated-

SMUT! Minors do not interact I stg.

No mentions of readers appearance, they/them pronouns, no mentions about sexuality, skin colour, wheight etc. (If I missed something please tell me)

Warnings: friends to enemies to lovers, smut, p in v (wrap it folks), cum eating, choking, fingering, oral (f receiving), dom!Eddie, sub!Reader, kind of public sex (no one else is around), praising, degraiding (If i missed something let me know.)

Idc what the Duffer brothers did, Eddie is alive and hot.

Please keep in mind that this is not beta read and englisch is not my first language.

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Dark brown eyes stared at you from across the table. Eddie’s look was intense and in any other situation your knees would’ve given out by now, but not here. You were in your element and refused to let him have the upper hand. The dice in your hand grounded you, reminding you that this was still part of the game.

“So what’s it gonna be, princess?” A smirk formed on his face. “Are you going to fight or are you going to try to save yourself from a cruel and painful defeat?” His body slowly leaned forward and you could peek at the black tattoos on his chest.

“You know, there is no shame in running.” He grinned at you and if you could you would’ve smacked him right then and there.

“I would never run.” You spat into his direction and started to shake the red dice in your hand.

Eddie nodded his head, almost unnoticeable. The whole room was silent and all eyes were on your hand. You felt sweat on your forehead but did your best to ignore it.

After a few more seconds you let go of the object in your hand and looked down from his eyes to follow the red cube rolling over the table. You could hear Mike sucking in a breath behind you and all you could do was exactly the same.

A few months ago Dustin, the child you used to babysit a long time ago, now in highschool, invited you to join his and his friends Dungeons and Dragons club. You weren’t sure whether you should pick up on his offer, very well knowing that you would be a stranger to most of the other members.

But looking at Dustin’s hopeful and childish eyes you couldn’t say no. It actually made you very happy that even after all these years he and a few of his friends still wanted to play with you.

Thinking back you still remembered the sparks in their eyes when you first told them about D&D. Them asking you to be their Dungeon Master and slowly starting to create everyone's character and storyline. You encouraged them to be brave and work on their own strategies. It was the best time of your teenage years.

But this was different. Since you joined the Hellfire Club Dustin, Mike and Lucas were always talking about, you couldn’t bring yourself to properly focus on the game anymore. Thanks to their and also your Dungeon Master. Eddie “The Freak” fucking Munson.

You knew him from when you went to Hawkins High as well. You were supposed to graduate in the same year but he seemingly didn’t really care about school very much. Skipping his classes ever so often, even when you told him not to. He never came prepared and you always had to help him out with his missing homework. Although you didn’t really mind at some point.

When Dustin first told you about his new friendship with Eddie you were a little worried. Thinking he would try to corrupt the younger boy, would make him do the same choices as he did. But you couldn’t be more wrong. Even though Eddie wasn’t your favorite person to be around with anymore he cared about his club. And you knew he would never do anything to get his friends in danger.

That being said, you clearly weren’t one of his friends. At this point you didn’t even know why he still let you play with them. From the first time Dustin brought you to their sessions, Eddie complained non stop. It was as if having you near him would fill him with the worst and most gut wrenching pain.

Every time you spoke he rolled his eyes, gave you a strange look or ignored you all together. It wasn’t like you two were strangers in high school, being put together for some projects you would spend some time together actually become really close friends.

Well this wasn’t the case anymore. He hated you and even though you didn’t know why, you tried your best to make it look like you didn’t care.

Being completely absorbed in your thoughts you almost missed the moment when the dice came to a slow stop in the middle of the table. It was still silent and all you could hear was your blood rushing through your ears.

The boys and Erica got closer to the edge of the table to see what side it would land on.

Even Eddie got up from his stupid throne to have a better look.

With one last turn the cube stopped.

20.

You could hear the other ones screaming behind you. Dustin and Mike came up beside you to pull you into a tight hug while jumping up and down.

“You did it!”

A grin washed over your face as the realization hit. You just beat Eddie in his own campaign. Throwing your arms around the shoulders of the boys, still clinging to your sides, you lift your head to look up at the Dungeon Master on the other side of the room.

He was back on this throne, looking at the scenario in front of him. Even he couldn’t help himself to smile at least a little bit even though you just defeated him.

Slowly clapping his hands he said: “And this is why we play Dungeons and Dragons, my friends.”

His eyes were focused on yours again. He almost looked like he was happy for you and for a short moment you felt warmth in your chest, just like in the moment he first talked to you while sitting in history class.

Your smile grew a little at the thought and as if a shower just ran down his spine the joyful look on his face disappeared and made your stomach drop to the floor.

It was true that you missed him. A little at least. You might not have believed it at first but the both of you actually had a lot in common. And the thought of you laying on his floor, biologie project no longer in mind, talking about what you want to do when you finished high school left a bad taste in your mouth.

Shifting your eyes away from him and putting on a rather fake smile for your other club members, you turned around and celebrated with them.

Eddie’s eyes still burned in the back of your head. Sure, he was more than happy that his friends had such a blast over their win. And he would give everything for this moment to last forever but he couldn’t help himself to feel bitter about you being the center of attention.

He would have loved nothing more but to go over and scream and smile with you but those days were over. You left him after you graduated and never looked back. As if the two of you had never known each other. As if he never fell in love with you the moment he took you to his place for the first time and you turned up his radio to scream the lyrics of a Metallica song with him.

Thinking back he still remembered the day Dustin ran up to him and told him he found a new member for their D&D club and that Eddie would be head over heels for them. And God, he couldn't have been more right.

Even after all this time he was not able to shake you from his thoughts. You built yourself a home in his mind and no matter how hard he tried to get rid of you, it never worked. And now you were here, playing with his club, having the time of your life while he had gone through the worst heartbreak he could’ve ever imagined, all because of you.

After celebrating for another few minutes, everyone got back to their seats and started to pack up their things. A few members were already leaving the room, sending goodbyes to the others while you tried to move as slow as possible. You made a decision tonight and you were determined to not back out of it, even though you knew some of your little friends wouldn't be so happy to hear about that.

One person after another left the room and at some point it was just Eddie and you who were left.

He tried his best to ignore you, pretend like he didn’t feel your glances cutting like knives into his skin. He could feel your presence. The heavy tension hanging in the air and making it hard for him to properly breathe.

Pulling yourself together you dropped your bag on the, now almost completely cleared table, and turned to face him.

“I will leave the club.” The hands on your sides formed to fists, you looked at his back. You wanted to seem convincing, like it didn’t break your heart to abandon the only thing that brought some fun in your now boring adult life.

Eddie’s heart stopped in his chest. Still breathing heavily, he didn’t turn around to face you.

“I know you don’t want me here and for the sake of both of us I’m going to quit.”

“Dustin is going to lose it when he finds out about that.” His words were so bland, like he couldn’t care less about what you just said.

“I don’t care what Dustin has to say about this. This is your club and I don’t want you to have a bad time here while spending time with your friends.”

He started to move again, not noticing he stopped in his tracks as you directly spoke to him for the first time in what felt like an eternity. Sure, it was somehow painful to have you around because you always reminded him of what could have been, but he didn’t want you to leave. God knows when he would be able to see you again if you did.

But of course he couldn’t tell you this.

“Would be a first for you to actually care about me.” The Dungeon Master mumbled under his breath but you could hear him loud and clear. The blood in your body started to boil and you couldn’t hold yourself back any longer.

“What the fuck is your problem, Eddie?” Your voice was so loud in the silent room that the man in front of you looked at you in disbelief. “What have I ever done to you that you feel the need to treat me this way?”

His mouth was agape while his brown eyes stared into yours. “I?” He now turned his whole body into your direction. “You’re asking me what you’ve done wrong?” Eddie could feel his body getting electric. All the anger that he kept to himself for months about to pour out.

With his index finger pointing at you he shouted:”You were the one who left me hanging. You were the one who suddenly stopped talking to me after I failed my fucking graduation. You left me dealing with this, all by myself, while you went out and made yourself some new friends and started a new life, not caring a god damn bit about how I felt. What the fuck do you mean ‘What have I ever done to you?’ You know exactly what you did!”

Your hands were balled into fists again. Being filled with anger and disbelief you took big steps into his direction till you were standing face to face with your former friend.

The both of you were standing right in front of each other, trying to not back down even with how close you were now.

“How dare you?” You hissed at his face. “How dare you talk to me this way after all the things you said to me, all the promises you made but never even tried to keep them.” The tension between the two of you was burning hot and you could both feel it.

“On the day we got the results of our final exams, the day we were both waiting for, I was looking for you. I was so happy that I finally made it, that we could finally do all the things we talked about. Getting a job together, moving out of our current places and getting out of this god forsaken town. I was looking everywhere for you. I was worried because I knew that it was a bad sign that I couldn't find you.”

He could feel your hot breath on his skin. The feeling of having you so close to him drove him insane.

“But then I did. I found you, sitting in the parking lot in front of the school. The other students around you celebrated. And you sat on the fucking ground with your stupid friends, laughing, and said ‘We’re gonna make it next year. Who cares?’ “ A fake laugh escaped your mouth. “Yeah Eddie, who cares, right? Because at that moment I was sure that you didn’t care about me. That you couldn’t care less about me and how I felt.”

“Oh.” Eddie raised his voice at you again. “Yes, sorry that I failed my senior year and forgot to ask how you felt about it. Sure thing.” His words drowned in sarcasm and he theatricaly moved his arms while talking.

“No, it was because you didn’t tell me, you fucking dipshit. It wouldn’t have mattered if you made it or not but I wanted to hear it from you. I wanted you to tell me. I would’ve never been mad at you for not graduating, you know that. You could’ve come up to me and tell me that you didn’t make it and everything would’ve been fine.”

The both of you were just blatantly screaming at each other at this point. No one backed down, you were standing chest to chest, angry eyes mirroring at each other.

“So why didn’t you tell me? Why did I have to find it out that way?”

“Because I didn’t want to disappoint you, dumbass? I knew how much this all meant to you, because it meant just as much to me.”

“Then why did you do it?”

“Because I fucking cared about you and knew you would be better off without me. Alright, is that what you wanna hear?”

“What makes you think that I would have been better off without you? Who are you that you think you can decide who I want to spend my time with?”

The man in front of you ran his hands through his hair. “Jesus fucking- you know what, just shut up. I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” He was about to turn around, stepping away from you and getting out of the trance he was in while holding eye contact with you.

“Make me.” Your voice was calmer this time, more controlled.

“What did you just say?” The anger still lingered in his voice as he couldn’t believe what you just said.

You were quick to close the little distance he put between you two and stared right back into his eyes.

“I said, then fucking make me.” His eyes searched yours, trying to find why you would say that. Seeing if this was just some sick joke you wanted to play. But he couldn’t see an ounce of doubt.

Without thinking any further he grabbed your face in his hands and smashed his lips onto yours.

The sudden connection punched all the air out of your lungs but for the sake of the moment you tried to ignore it.

Eddie’s lips moved against yours and it felt like there was a firework exploding inside of you. Never before have you felt so sure about kissing someone and your whole body agreed with you.

The man in front of you drew his head back, just enough that you were able to look into his eyes. They were even darker than before, it was like staring into a black hole. His breathing was faster and you could feel it fanning against your cheeks.

“Fuck, I always wanted to do that.”

You grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him back into another kiss. He tasted like cigarettes and coke. His smell invaded your nose, cheap weed and even cheaper aftershave. He flooded all of your senses at once and you weren’t able to form one clear thought.

Eddie’s hand went to your waist to pull your body flush against his, what made you choke a small moan. His tongue traced your bottom lip, till you opened up and let his tongue glide over yours.

Both of your hands found their way into his hair, slightly pulling. His grip on your waist tightened and one of his hands went down to your ass to give it a harsh squeeze.

This time you weren’t able to hide your moan and it made him grin into your mouth.

You didn’t realize that the both of you were moving until his legs hit his throne and he fell into his seat. Trying your best to not break the kiss you followed him suit and straddled his legs. A surprised sound escaped his throat while his hands held onto your hips.

You were overwhelmed with the whole situation but not in a bad way. Since you met Eddie for the first time you always wanted him to touch you. From the moment he walked into the classroom and sat right beside you till the last time you talked to him before he hurt you so bad.

All this seemed forgotten at this moment. It was just you and him. Finally giving in to the feelings you were hiding for so long. His soft lips made their way to your jaw and your neck. Teeth against your skin while his thumbs slowly made their way underneath your shirt.

You threw your head back, moaning at the burning sensation his touch left on your skin. Holding yourself steady on his shoulders, you couldn’t help yourself but to grind your hips against his.

The movement caught him so off guard that he bit into your skin right underneath your ear, pretty sure that one would leave a mark. His grip on your hips tightened and he pulled his face away from you.

He was so beautiful. His pink lips swollen and slightly parted, his dark brown eyes searched your face, his hair wild and messy. He was a sight to behold.

“You really want to do this?” He was out of breath. Not only from kissing you but from everything that was happening right now. You looked so pretty, so needy and so ready for everything he would be willing to give you. And right now, he would have given you everything.

You rolled your eyes, trying to not let him see through you and realize that you actually melted at his caring tone.

“Munson, just shu-” He didn’t let you finish. One of his hands grabbed the back of your neck and pulled your face closer to his so that you had no chance but to look directly into his eyes.

“Sweetheart, I need a yes or a no. Because I-” His eyes looked at the ceiling while he took a deep breath in. “Because I can guarantee you that, if we do this I will not be able to hold myself back. I- fuck. I wanted you for such a long time, I won’t be soft.”

His eyes held a hesitant look. It took everything in you not to smile and just throw yourself at him.

“Eddie, you know me well enough to know that I don’t want it any other way.”

Slowly you moved your lips closer to his ear so that they brushed it while talking. A shiver ran over his body at the light contact.

“You can fuck me as hard as you want.”

His erection twitched in his pants and a dark sound left his throat. The hand he had around your neck pulled your face back once more and he connected your lips again.

The kiss was hungry and messy. His mouth wandered down your throat again, biting and kissing marks into your skin. Your hips started to move again and now you were grinding against him, feeling his hard dick against your clothed core.

Your body was hot, you could feel the heat between your legs. No one ever made you so wet so easily. It was like Eddie knew all the secret buttons to make you fold. You were like melted wax in his hands that he could form and use after his own imagination. And even though you didn’t know it, this was exactly what he planned to do with you.

Both of his hands slid under your shirt and tugged at it, giving you the sign to lift up your arms. He pulled the shirt from you and stared at your almost naked chest. Removing both of your hands from his shoulders you reached behind your back and unclasped the last piece of clothing that separated him from your bare chest.

You could hear him drawing a long breath in and muttering a low “fuck”. His eyes bore into your skin, making you feel like you’re on fire.

“You can touch them, you know?” A small smirk appeared on your lips.

Eddie’s hands moved from your hips up to your breasts. It was a new feeling to be touched by him that way but God, it felt so good.

His rough thumbs brushed over your nipples and you inhaled a shaky breath.

“They’re so pretty. Even better than I imagined.”

You felt heat creeping up your neck at his praises, feeling a familiar twist in your abondement. You were so turned on and he didn’t even touch you properly.

Your mind went blank when you felt his hot mouth close around one of your nipples and a high whine slipped from your mouth.

His tongue played with your breasts, sucking, kissing and biting into the delicate skin of your chest. One of your hands went to the back of his head, pulling his hair and making him groan against you.

As he kept going you let moans and whimpers fill the room and Eddie couldn’t get enough of it. He would forever keep these sounds in his mind. If he could he would record them because to him, those were the sweetest sounds any human being ever made.

Your chest was havening, while your heart seemingly tried to make its way out of it. He would hear it. He could even feel it, with his tongue on your soft skin and your pussy grinding steady against his thigh. Jesus Christ, you were going to be the death of him.

“Eddie.” Slowly he let go of your breasts and worked his way back up. Kissing over the marks he left just a few minutes ago, proud of his work.

“What is it, sweetheart? Do you need something?” He plastered soft kisses against your jaw as he waited for you to answer him.

“I need you.” Your voice sounded so desperate it made him crazy.

“You have me. You always had.” He whispered against your ear, making goosebumps appear on your skin.

He drove you mad. You knew he wanted you to say it, to beg for it. And normally you wouldn’t have given him what he wanted. But right now? Fuck it.

“I need you to fucking touch me. Right now.” You took one of his hands off of your chest and pressed it against your clothed core.

“Oh, you’re so needy, aren’t you, princess?” The smile on his face grew wider as he felt the heat radiating from where you put his hand. Snug bastard. “But you need to be a little nicer you really want me to touch your pretty pussy. Don’t you think? You think you deserve to be touched?”

The tone in his voice darkened and you let out a pathetic moan at his degrading words. Without thinking you grind your hot heat against his hand. He was quick to pull it away and hold his pointer finger in front of your face.

“Oh no, no, no. You’re not allowed to do that.” He slowly wiggled his finger left and right. “If you want to cum I need you to be a good girl and do as I tell you. Alright?”

You hated him. You hated him so much. With this fucking self satisfied grin plastered on his face and his fucking perfect eyes, one could get lost in; his long stupid hair which perfectly fell around his face. You hated all of it. Yet, you knew you were at his mercy, ready to do anything he tells you, just to be touched again. Desperate for any kind of friction and any possibility to feel him close to you.

Nodding your head you wanted to tell him that you agreed to his terms but he just shook his head.

“I need words, darling.” The nickname made your insides grow warm and gave you a fuzzy feeling in your stomach.

“Yes.” It wasn’t louder than a whisper. There was almost no air in your lungs despite the fast havening of your sweaty chest.

The grin on Eddie’s face turned into a full blown smile. “Good girl. Now get up and get rid of these stupid pants, would ya?”

Slowly, not really trusting your legs, you went down from his lap and opened the button of your jeans.

The man watched you with lust blown eyes. It was such an easy thing to do, you just needed to pull off your pants, but with his eyes lingering on you you felt like it was the hardest task in the world.

After what felt like hours you finally stepped out of your jeans. Eyes looking for Eddie’s you could see that they were already roaming over your body, trying to take in every inch of your, almost naked, form.

His right hand was covering his hardening over his pants. “Take them off too.” You didn’t even need him to clarify. Sliding both of your thumbs into the waistband of your panties, you pulled them down. There was a wet patch in the middle of the fabric but you were too turned on to even be embarrassed.

Moving your body back up and looking at him a moan escaped your mouth at the sight in front of you. He sat there, on his stupid fucking throne, legs spread wide, eyes laying heavy on your body while he pumped his hard cock at the sight of you.

This was the hottest thing you have ever seen. Never in your life made someone feel you so desirable.

His eyes were glued to your body and fucking hell, you were the hottest thing he had ever seen in his life. He was pretty sure he could cum from the sight of you alone.

“Shit.” His voice raspy and breathy, he started to speak again; his hand never leaving his painful hard erection. “Look at you, you are-” He stopped when his eyes finally drew back to yours.

Eddie said he wouldn’t go soft on you and he meant it, but right now, he was so in love. In love with you, with your body and the fact that he turned you on so hard that you got undressed in a fucking classroom.

“You are fucking perfect. Come here.” Removing his arm from the armrest of his throne he reached out to you, motioned for you to take his hand. And so you did. He pulled you back to him, on his lap and while you could feel his nacked dick resting against your thigh he kissed you with more passion than you thought was possible.

Your arm went back to his shoulder to steady yourself while you hovered over his cock. Everytime you moved just a tiny bit Eddie inhaled a sharp breath and muttered a curse into the kiss. The hand, he pulled you in with, intertwined its fingers with yours. The other one grabbed your thigh, slowly making its way to where you needed him the most.

Throwing your head back and making one of the most obscene sounds that has ever left your body, the man slid one of his fingers through your folds. Hearing how wet you were you clenched around nothing.

Eddie couldn’t stop looking at your face. Mouth open, just enough to let these beautiful sounds slip off your tongue, a mix between whines and inaudible words he couldn’t make out. Sweat building on your forehead, with your eyebrows drawn together. Eyes half closed and already rolling to the back of your head.

“Fuck princess. You’re so fucking wet. Is this all because of me?” Slightly nodding your head and coughing a silent yes, you did your best to answer him.

He smiled at your effort and the fact that you did as he told you to. Wanting to give you a reward, he pushed his ring and pointer finger inside of you.

“Fucking hell.” You muttered under your breath, while Eddie just smiled at you.

Teasingly he pulled his fingers back out, studying your reactions. He wanted to see what you liked, take mental notes. He wasn’t sure if this was just a one time thing, God, he hoped not, but even if it was, he wanted to give you the best orgasm you ever had. Because you deserved it.

Taking his sweet time he pushed back in. You could feel the light stretch from his fingers inside of you even though you were wetter than you have ever been. The feeling of having a part of him inside of you made your mind go blank.

He sped up his pace a little more and you pushed yourself onto his fingers automatically. Feeling the familiar heat building inside of you, you wanted him to go faster.

“Eddie, please. Go faster.” Your voice was nothing more than a sinful moan. His hips bucked up at the request. Speeding up his finger he could feel you digging your fingernails into his shoulder. You could leave marks, hell, he even wanted you to.

“I want you to cum on my fingers, alright sweetheart?” Another whine left your mouth at his words. “And after that, I’m gonna fuck you. I’m gonna fuck you so good that you won’t remember anything but my fucking name.” A smile appeared on your lips paired with a joyful laughter which quickly turned into a sound of pleasure.

“You like that, huh? You like being my little cock dumb slut?” The words which left his mouth were so obscene. You should have been disgusted but you couldn’t do anything but laugh and bring out a small: “Yes, fuck yes Eddie.”

The man wasn’t sure if it was even possible but he could have sworn that he got even harder as he heard you saying his name like that. He pushed in a third finger and used his free thumb to rub at your clit.

You hissed at his action, fucking yourself on his fingers even faster. You were so close, you could feel it. The knot in your stomach was about to explode and he could feel it too.

“That’s it. Cum for me. Cum on my fingers, darling.” His words left your head spiraling. Gave you the feeling of being drunk.

Moving his thumb a little faster he leaned forward and took one of your nipples into his mouth. You felt his groaning against your chest and that was what sent you over the edge.

Legs shaking around his, you moaned his name. Squeezing his hand, you were still holding, so hard that you were sure your fingernails would leave marks that would be remaining for at least another day.

Slowing down his movements he looked back at your face. Watching you come down from your high and the blissed out look on your face.

“Good girl. You did so well.”

Your mind was blank and you still felt dizzy while Eddie removed his fingers from you. Through half lidded eyes you watched him as he moved his hands closer to his face, placing them in his mouth to clean them up from your release.

Opening your mouth you couldn’t hold back the sound that was leaving your dry throat. Everything he did turned you on more even though you just had a mindblowing orgasm.

He sucked each of his fingers clean, closing his eyes to really savor your taste and released them with the most satisfied look on his face.

“You taste so good, sweetheart. I can’t wait to eat you out properly, but this will have to wait for another time.” You came back to reality as you heard his last words. Butterflies grew in your stomach at the thought of doing this again with him.

“Now, I want you on my cock.” Hearing the dark tone in his voice again, you were ready for round two.

Lifting up your weak and shaky body, you positioned yourself above his already leaking dick. And just as you began to lower yourself onto him, he grabbed your face with his free hand and pulled you in for a kiss. This one was sweeter, more hesitant.

Eddie broke the kiss but didn’t remove his face from yours. You could feel his smile on your lips and you couldn't help yourself but to mirror his expression.

“Ready?” He asked.

“Yes.”

His hips pushed up into yours and in the next second he was inside of you, bottoming you out. Your body seemed like it’s forgotten how to function properly. The feeling of finally having him so close to you was almost too much.

“Hey, remember what I said earlier?”

“What?” You couldn’t remember a single thing. Not from your conversation earlier that night nor anything else that happened in your life. The only thing on your mind was Eddie and how good he felt.

“That I won’t be able to hold myself back? Because, I’m hanging on by a threat right now and if-” You stopped him by pressing a harsh kiss onto his lips.

“Just do it, Munson.” His lips turned into a half grin before he moved both of his hands to your waist to push you up on your knees.

In a matter of seconds he started to fuck you, properly and with a fast pace. You could hear him grunting underneath you, sweat starting to build up on his face once more. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room but you couldn’t care less.

“Fucking hell, Eddie.” Was all you were able to bring out. Everytime his dick hit your insides you swore you could see stars. Everything about this was perfect, he knew exactly what he had to do to send you into oblivion. His hands dug so hard into your skin that you were sure he would leave marks. Something you actually didn’t even mind.

“You’re so fucking tight. Jesus Christ, you feel so good around me.” His praises made you clench around him, drawing another few curses out of him.

Slowing down his pace, he looked up at you, grinning. He went so slow that you whined in protest.

“Eddie, what the fuck are you doing?”

“Lay down.” He ordered.

“What?” At this point his movements stopped completely and the grin vanished from his face.

“Lay down on the fucking table.” His voice was rough this time, more demanding; you clenched around him again. Which didn’t go unnoticed.

Looking behind you, you got up from Eddie’s dick, whimpering at the empty feeling in your core. Hesitant you stepped back till your ass hit the table behind you. You were about to lay down, but the man was faster than you.

Getting up from his throne, he pulled his shirt over his head while closing the short distance to you. Hooking his arms around your thighs and with you pushing yourself up with your arms you managed to sit on the table.

Without any hesitation he grabbed your throat and pressed his finger into the sides. The lightheaded feeling made everything more intense while he pushed your back onto the table. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, feeling how he pushed his cock inside of you again.

He went straight back to the fast pace he used at the beginning, knocking all the air out of your lungs.

“Your such a fucking slut, aren’t you? Letting me fuck you in the school you went to. You know that someone could come in here every second? Could see you like this. Spread open and wet for the fucking school freak. Would you like that, princess?”

His rhythm was brutal. Even if you tried to answer him you wouldn’t have been able to form a simple sentence. All you could do was moan, moan at his filthy words which brought you closer to your orgasm.

“Oh look at that. Are you already cock dumb? Fuck, you are so hot, you know that?” The fingers around your throat got tighter and your vision slightly blurry. “It’s actually a pity that no one else will see you like this. But as long as I can see you like this, fuck, I will be the only one to see you like this because no one makes you feels as good as I do, isn’t that so?”

You wanted to punch him. Him and his big ego.

The hand around your neck let loose and you took in a deep breath to get some air into your lungs. Instead his fingers went to your chin to tilt your head into his direction.

“Answer me.” There was a serious look in his eyes, almost hopeful. His bangs already stuck to his forehead and the rest of his hair fell into your face.

“Yes Eddie, fucking h-, yes.” You almost shouted the words at the ceiling. “No one makes me feel as good as you do.” Feeling his cock twitch inside of you, he sped up his pace.

The table underneath you queaked and moved with every thrust. Eddie took your legs and threw them over his shoulders, now hitting an even deeper spot inside of you. Your hands roamed around the table, searching for something to hold on to.

The man bent down to you, so close that you could feel his hot breath on your sweaty face. His necklace was dangling between your bodies, slightly dragging over your skin.

Both of his hands grabbed your wrists and pinned them beside your head. He was in full control, not only of the rhythm and pace but also over your whole body. His pale form caged you in, holding you close to him.

Hips snapping into yours, you were moaning into his neck. The coil inside your lower stomach grew tighter with every thrust of his body.

“Look at me.” His rough voice snapped you out of your trance and you tilted your head into his direction, finding his brown eyes already on you.

“You drive me absolutely mad. I hope you know that.” Trying to follow his words, you closed your mouth and swallowed your noises. “Even after all these months, even after we stopped talking I, shit, I was never able to forget you. Even though you kind of broke my heart.” A hearty chuckle left his mouth.

Searching his eyes with yours, you looked for an answer. What did he mean by that?

He could tell that you were confused, he knew you all too well. Eddie moved his head back down and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. His face stayed close to yours, now both of you breathing the same air. Slowing down his movements he kept talking.

“I was in love with you. And maybe I still am, who the fuck knows? And to finally have you like this? Jesus H Christ, I wish I would've confronted you about this sooner.” A nervous smile played around his lips.

All you could do was stare at him. Eddie Munson just confessed his love for you? While he was fucking you on his D&D table? You almost let out the biggest laugh. This was so Eddie. He was just the same as back in the day before you drifted apart. This was your Eddie.

“Eddie.” The grip around your wrists got loose when he noticed your hands moving. You moved them to the sides of his head. A grin plastered on your lips now, not being able to hide it anymore.

“You’re such a fucking idiot.”

“You do know that this is not the best way to charm someone, do you?” Using humor to cope with the fact that you didn’t say anything about his confession yet, he tried to smile through the worried look on his face.

Pulling his head back down to yours, you connected your lips to his once more. But this time it was slow and full of passion and feelings both of you were too afraid to express. Both of his hands went to your waist, stopping his already slow motions inside of you and pushing his body flush against yours.

It wasn’t your first kiss but it felt new. Like the beginning of a new chapter, maybe even for the two of you.

“I was in love with you too.” You mumbled against his lips. “Maybe I still am, who knows?”

Eddie smiled into the kiss, feeling like his heart was about to jump out of his chest. He was happy, genuinely happy. Being with you and finally not having to hide his feelings anymore. The man couldn’t think of a better way this conversation could have gone.

“So..” Letting your hands travel down to his shoulders, you broke the kiss and raised your eyebrows. “Are we going back to business or is the mood ruined?” He let his head fall into the crook of your neck and let out a breathy laugh.

“I personally would say that the mood is even better than before.”

“Alright, then make me your stupid little slut.” He didn’t need any more encouragement before his hips started to move again.

Hammering his still hard dick into your already sore pussy, he chased both of your orgasms. The sounds he made went right into your ear and brought you closer to your release. One of his hands moved from your waist to your clit and started to rub small circles against it.

Your hips twiched upwards, trying to chase his body when he pulled almost all the way out of you. The knot in your tummy grew hot and you were so close.

His hand moved faster. “Fuck, I’m so close. Where should I-”

“Inside. Please Eddie, I want you to cum inside of me.” Eyes rolling into the back of your head, you used your legs to press him deeper inside of you. He lifted his upper body to have better control over his movements.

Eddie’s hips began to stutter, losing his steady rhythm. The grip on your waist got tighter and with a few more thrusts he came undone. His eyes were shut and his head was thrown back, moaning your name while releasing himself inside of you.

It took him a few minutes to come back down, regaining his breath and opening his eyes to finally look down at you.

The look on your face melted his heart. A toothy grin was on your face and your eyes shined with so much happiness it almost made him tear up.

“You okay?” You asked him and all he could do was nod, still not really believing what you confessed to him a few moments ago.

In a soothing motion he rubbed his hands over your thighs. “You didn’t finish.” It wasn’t a question, more like a statement he wanted to make.

“Yeah, but that’s fine, you know. I-”

“Nope.” Eddie shaked his head in disapproval. “You shouldn’t even think about something like that.”

Carefully he pulled himself out of you, making you whine in the process. Almost immediately you could feel his release dripping from your cunt.

With wide eyes he watched as his juice dripped from your hole down onto the wooden table underneath you. Licking his lips, he went down onto his knees and brought his mouth to your sensitive pussy.

As his tongue made contact with your swollen clit, your hands went down and buried themselves into his already devilished hair. You were already so sensitive that it didn’t take him long to bring you back to the edge.

His wet mouth kissed and sucked, tried to lap up all of your, now mixed, juices. Eddie groaned against you, sending vibrations through your whole body. Tugging at his hair, you pulled his face closer. You could feel yourself getting close, feel the heat in your body rise once again and clouding your mind.

“I can feel that you are close. Just let go. Cum all over my face, sweetheart.”

His raspy voice sent you over the edge, making you clench your thighs around his head to keep him in place until you rode out every last bit of your orgasm. A high pitched scream left your mouth, halling through the room and sounding like music to Eddie’s ears.

Slowly you let go of his hair and relaxed your legs. He looked up at you, a grin on his lips.

“Seems like you didn’t have to wait for another time. Lucky you.”

While getting back up onto his feet he pressed feather light kisses on to your thighs, your hips over to your stomach, chest and throat till he reached your face.

“Are you alright?” He asked while keeping eye contact. A blissed out look was on your face, like you just woke up from a nap and didn’t know what time or year it was.

“Yes, more than alright.” You breathed out followed by a small chuckle.

Smiling brightly he kissed you. You could taste yourself on his tongue and it was the most fantastic feeling ever.

Eddie pulled away. “Maybe we should get dressed. I really don’t want anyone finding us here like this.”

His hands grabbed yours and he pulled you up into a standing position. Your legs were weak, shaking as you tried to walk. The man beside you smiled at the picture in front of him and started to collect the clothing from wherever it landed.

He steadied you when you stepped back into your panties and helped you to put on your jeans again. He was so careful with you, trying his best not to overwhelm you.

A few moments later both of you were fully dressed again. It was silent in the room and some doubts crawled their way into your mind. The tension seemed awkward while Eddie collected the last few of his D&D items.

You turned into the direction of the door, thinking about what to say. You didn’t want to fuck this up but you were afraid that Eddie maybe didn’t mean what he said. Maybe it was just because of the moment you were in.

Before you could think any further, the man appeared beside you and took your hand into his. Your eyes wandered down at your intertwined fingers and then back up to him. The happy look on his face was still there and it didn’t seem like it was going anywhere soon.

“You wanna go?” Nodding, you let him lead the way.

The cool night air hit your still heated body but you were happy to finally get some fresh air.

Eddie was walking beside you, silent but rubbing his thumb over the skin on your hand. It seemed like he was in his thoughts, far away from where you were right now.

The walk to your car was short and when you reached it you stopped, ripping him out of his dream world and back to you. His eyes fell onto yours and a smile tugged slightly as his lips.

“Alright so..” You had absolutely no idea what to say, to afraid to say something stupid. But luckily Eddie beat you to that.

“Listen, I- I really hope this wasn’t like a one time thing. If it was for you that’s totally fine of course but if not,” You could see that he tried to build up the courage for the next thing he wanted to say. “I would love to see you again. Like we did back in the days. I want to hang out with you and go to the movies and go to record shops together. All the things we always did together.”

His voice was wavy and little higher than usual, showing you that he was actually nervous about bringing this up.

“And maybe, only if you want to, but maybe this time we could also go on dates?” The look on his face after he finished this sentence was absolutely adorable. You gave his hand a little squeeze to ease his nerves.

“Are you, Eddie Munson, asking me out?” One of your eyebrows crooked, you looked at him. A smile was already forming on your lips.

He shrugged and tried his best to look anywhere but you.

“I would love to.” His head snapped into your direction and a wide grin spread all over his face. Letting go of your hand, he cupped your cheeks and pulled you in for a kiss. This time there was no rush, no need to be messy. It was soft and thoughtful and it made you all warm and tingly on the inside.

“How about we start tonight? You could come with me and we watch a movie at my place. You know Wayne is not there so we would have the trailer just for us.” He was eager. Now that everything was out of the way he wanted to spend as much time with you as possible.

“Don’t you have to go to school tomorrow? Do you really want to stay up late the night before that?”

“Shit you’re right.” His dramatic side came back out and he pretended to think about a solution really hard, what made you giggle. “Or, I’m just going to skip school tomorrow. How does that sound?”

“Really Eddie? I thought you finally wanted to graduate this year.”

He pulled your face closer to his again and started to kiss along your jaw. “I am going to graduate this year. This is just..” His lips made their way down to your neck while he searched for the right word. “.. just an exception.”

One of your eyebrows raised at his excuse and as if he would see it, he added:” Only because we have to make up for so much lost time, you know? C’mon, just tonight, sweetheart. I’ve waited long enough to finally have you so close to me.”

He was right and you knew it.

“Okay, but!” You pushed his face away from yours. “Just tonight. And you need to promise me that you will try your best to graduate. I don’t want to date someone from highschool.”

Throwing his fist into the air, to celebrate his success, he smiled at you.

“I’ll promise you everything, as long as you’re willing to be with me.”

You laughed at him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. The both of you made their way to his van, you could always pick up your car on another day.

Eddie opened the passenger seat for you and ran around the back of the car to get to his seat. As soon as he started the car Megadeth was blasting from his speakers. Before he could react you turned the volume up and began to scream the lyrics.

His eyes were focused on you and he stared at you in awe. It felt like the first time you sat in his car but this time he was older and wiser and maybe even more in love with you then he was then. But who the fuck knew?

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tamaruaart · 4 months

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Hi :)

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Questions:

About me:

I mostly go by Rua or Tam but I'm also 100% okay with any nicknames! (Tamarua, Tamari, Tama, Tamachi, Ruma, Ru etc.) I'm a digital & traditional artist and I mostly draw my OCs or characters I like. I'm in A LOT of fandoms (lmk, jttw, jjk, kny, greek myth, Hamilton...). This blog respects and supports the LGBTQ+ community :> (WHERE ALL MY ARO/ACE BUDDIES AT??-). I'm catholic but I prefer not to talk about religion a lot, I just like it that way. My preferred pronouns are She/her but I don't mind if you refer to me as a they/them or he/him. I don't usually get mad, and my humor is very... Uh, what's the word? Stupid? Yea, very stupid. I speak English, Croatian and I know a tincy-tiny bit of Italian.

What art program do I use?:

I use Clip Studio Paint and Ibis Paint, in Ibis I mostly use the default brushes and in Clip studio I use the defaults as well as Artemus pencil pack and Artemus chalk pack (both of the packs are free btw)

Where else can you find me?:

I'm on Twitter (@TamaRuaArt), Pixiv (@Tamachi), Reddit (@TamaRuaArt "Tam & Rua✩") and tiktok! (@tamaruaart "Tam✩") (but I don't post anywhere else soo)

What are the rules for my blog?:

-No offensive/hurtful comments on sertant groups of people

-No nsfw topics

-No politics

-Please keep your comments relative to the post

-Please no heavy-religion based topics

-No racism

-No sexism (idc if towards men, women or ANY gender identity)

-No homophobia or transphobia (nor to any other sexuality)

What do I mostly use this blog for?:

Well, I mostly use it to talk about my jttw/lmk OC Zhaoyan (or just Zhao is fine). Zhao is a sorceress who was brought to the journey as a healer for Tripitaka. Basically, she has the power to heal any wound, illness, disease etc.

Where can I find out more about your oc?:

For now my tumblr blog is the only place. I do 100% plan to write an AO3 fanfic regards her one day (because she honestly has so much lore that isn't even jttw/lmk related). But not any time soon, I'm very busy with school and I still have to work her whole character out before I start writing. When I do publish the story I'll announce it here :D

What sort of art do I do?:

I do character art/character design, backgrounds, cartoony styles, semi-realism, rendered pieces, short comics, templates, coloring pages, buildings, creature designs and plants (I suck ass at animals tho >:'( )

Is this blog R18?:

Not really, I do swear quite a bit and I do bring up a bit more serious topics from time to time. But besides that I don't deal with any nsfw things and I don't really talk about any drama going on in the world rn. At the end of the day this is just a silly little blog for me to talk about my interests :)

Do I do suggestions/requests?:

Yeh, just don't expect a masterpiece. I'll probably draw your suggestion as long as it's a character, also just a heads up but if I don't feel like it I can always decline. (you can suggest someone threw my in-box)

Do I do coms?:

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yes

My Playlists:

Zhaoyan but as a ✨Playlist✨:

An introduction to my characters and some extras:

Free chibi OC commission (closed):

And that's basically all you need to know about me

ba-bye 👋

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buggxd · 2 years

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୨⎯!!Moviez !! rory keaner x GN!reader⎯୧

⋆ ★ This is a fluff and there is no specific pronouns I’m using for the reader !! Anyways this is probs gonna suck but it’s whatever TW? Very brief/subtle mention of gore death :) FEEDBACK IS VERY MUCH APPRECIATED PLS TELL ME IF THIS IS ALRIGHT AND WHAT I CAN IMPROVE ON!!

⋆ ★ Summary!!: The whole gang (friend group ethan, benny, erica, sarah and you meet up at rorys house when his mom works a night shift at her job so you all watch movies an chill :) AND your in grade 11 so the reader and everyone else is 16!!exept for erica and sarah.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ You were in your 8th period class the last of the day and you were so exited for the bell to ring, Time was going by painfully slow but while the history teacher was going on and on about a topic nobody in the class was interested in, all you were able to think about was your plans you had made almost 2 weeks in advanced to go to your blond and bubbly friend rory keaners house to watch a ton of movies along with the others in your friend group you were too busy thinking of what movies youll watch and the buttery popcorn and chips and candy youd be shoving into your mouth later that you were too distracted and lost in your own thoughts that the loud sound of the bell ringing had caught you off gaurd and made you jump causing you produce a little yelp that made the teacher glance at you as you simply just smiled akwardly then quickly grabbing your bag and zooming out the classrom and bursting through the two big doors that led you outside you looked around for a sec and soon after spotted the blond haired boy talking with benny an ethan he was facing your way while Ethan an Benny had their backs towards you you started walking up the the trio Rory saw you and smiled and waved you did the same and sped walked to them you greeted everyone as usual and waited a bit until you asked about Sarah and Erica the boys said that the two girls would show up later the four of you just talked until you had remembered you needed to get a few things from your house so you waved at them and took of walking home your house wasn’t very far from the school you lived down the street from Rory’s house so you were able to get there pretty fast. After you packed a crossbody bag with an extra outfit socks, perfume, and a charger you changed out of your school clothes and put on (whatever u want?) and slipped on your black and white converse and walked out the house making sure to lock the door your parents/guardian were working the Night Shift so you had the place to yourself most nights, the sun was still up but it was gonna set soon once you made it Rory’s place you knocked and Rory answered the door and hugged you and basically dragged you inside you were used to him greeting you like this he just gets so happy when he sees you or any of his closest friend’s. After entering the house you were greeted by Erica and Sarah sitting on the sofa while benny was in the kitchen probably getting snacks and Ethan was in the bathroom you went to the kitchen along with Rory and started to get 3 big bowls to fill with candy, chips and popcorn and you also got out the 3 2liters of soda (whatever soda u like idc) the three of you brought the bowls and drinks to the living room and placed them on the coffee table along with cups. After you all settled and Ethan came back from the bathroom Rory layer out a couple dvd’s half being sucky comedy movies, low budget teen dramas, superhero movies or horror, Sarah wanted to watch one of the comedy movies along with Ethan Benny wanted to watch a superhero movie but you and Erica wanted to watch a horror movie. you all were bickering about what movie you were gonna watch until Sarah spoke up “HEYY” she raised her voice to get everyone attention “why don’t we vote?!” You all looked at each other and nodded in agreement “okay who wants to watch the comedy movie?” Erica asked in an already annoyed voice Sarah and Ethan slightly raised their hands “and what about the superhero movies” Erica spoke again as Benny raised his hand only to be the only one who wanted to watch the movie he slowly put his hand down and stayed quiet “and last but not least.. HORROR!!” Erica emphasized on the word ‘horror’ You and Erica raised your hand as high as the two of you could and then you looked at Rory and mouthed the words ‘please’ with a smile he was hesitant because horror wasn’t his favorite but how could he say no to you?, he raised his hand as well.

After Rory pushed play he took a seat next to you on the floor Ethan Benny and Sarah were on the couch while Rory you and Erica were on the floor with pillows and blankets the whole house was dark because Erica thought it would make it scarier and you agreed the two of you were watching intently while Rory was later back leaning on the couch hands behind his head trying to act tough while Ethan and Benny were hiding under their blankets, Some time had went by and there was a semi gory scene you and Erica were so exited to see the slasher of the movie prey on its victims while on the other hand your friends were scared shitless even though they knew it wasn’t real, one of the side characters got caught and killed and you heard Benny Ethan and Sarah yelp and then you felt Rory grab onto your arm and you glanced over to see him looking intently at the screen you leaned towards him and semi hugged him to try and comfort him and he held you the same way and every time a jumpscare or slightly gory scene came on he would hold onto you tighter after the movie ended you looked to where Erica was and she had fallen asleep you looked back to see Ethan asleep sitting up with his neck leaning on the arm rest of the sofa while Benny payed on his shoulder and Sarah fell asleep sideways on the couch with her lags tossed on the boys you then glanced at Rory who had also fallen asleep you glanced at his Rosie pink lips and messy hair and thought he looked cute so you took a couple pics of you and him after you gave him a peck on the cheek and cuddled into his side and drifted into a deep sleep.

｡･:*˚:✧｡｡･:*˚:✧｡｡･:*˚:✧｡｡･:*˚:✧｡｡･:*˚:✧｡｡･:*˚:✧｡｡ I HOPE THIS IS ALRIGHT!! Again I wrote this while half asleep;; and it’s longer than I expected im also probs gonna remake this just a little bit different but um yeah I hope whoever read this kind of likes it!! :D

#mbav #rory keaner #rory keaner x reader

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hannahlovesluca · 6 months

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OMGGG are you still doing matchups?! if so can I be in one!!

im fem with she/her pronouns

i don’t have a preference. man? woman? non-binary? trans? IDC ‼️‼️

im in my bald head era rn 😞✊🏿✊🏿 (jk jk i have a pixie cut going on rn bc i got a little too wild and my hair ended up getting fried, dyed, and laid to the side…), im like 5’5 or something i honest forgot, im soulaan (aka african american 🤩) mixed with somalian. also i been hitting the gym AND been doing the le sserafim workout so my body tea ‼️

esfj. according to my friends im very open minded and a cool person to be around. very hype but all it take is some good food for all that energy to be knocked down immediately 💀

likes - food, cats

dislikes - boring ppl, mean ppl, ppl ppl, loud noises, the smell of boiled eggs. being annoyed, RAINNNNN, cold weather

love languages 💋💋 (had to take a test bc i never even thought abt this 😓😓) — acts of services (27%) — physical touch (23%) — words of affirmation (20%) — receiving gifts (20%) — quality time (10%)

i pair you with….

Sonny Brisko!

hear me out…

• i love this man so much i wish i was you

• you guys have such similar personalities but also such different personalities that i just think you blend perfectly

• you guys both switch black cat and golden retriever personalities i love this trope

• if youre like me and get sick 24/7 (little self insert my bad 😞) he will definitely take the day off (probably didnt even know what he was going to be streaming that day anyways so..)

• i personally dont know how good of a cook he is so this could go two ways

• one: he makes the best soup ever and you feel so much better just knowing how much he cares

• two: he sucks at making soup and you probably get food poisoning… it was worth it though with how hard he tried to make it up to you

• HE LOVES WATCHING YOH WORK OUT. LOVES IT.

• it probably turns him on tbh but he would never ever admit that ever

• his love language is physical touch through and through

• hes a sucker for hugs but again he would never admit that

• if you ask him to help dye your hair is could, once again, go two ways

• one: he ends up ruining your hair and you have to go to a salon

• two: he actually does really well and hes your new personal barber

• if he gets jealous i dont think he would really do anything but he’d probably pout for a bit

• “youre my woman, not theirs.” (i rlly hope u get my reference)

• he likes being the big spoon most of the time but if you big spoon him he will melt - will probably pout because he doesnt want you to know he actually enjoys it

• he genuinely does not have a type in any way shape or form but when he meets you hes just so 😍😍😍

RUNNERS UP: Meloco Kyoran, Mysta Rias

#luca kaneshiro #ike eveland #luxiem #luxiem x reader #shu yamino #mysta rias #vox akuma #nijisanji en #luca kaneshiro x reader #ike eveland x reader #matchups

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soleilnomoon · 2 years

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i'm back. well, technically, I never left. I hereby submit a formal request for an art college type AU with Usopp needing to draw someone (reader or a strawhat of your choice) for an assignment. idc if it's sfw or nsfw cause ya know i trust your judgement. thankies!

babey, babey, babey art college au?? usopp??? i loved writing every word; this took me a month & a half, but yk how it is, i always want perfection for u — and this is far from it, but hear me out...૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა ok...i got nothin', chief. ily, siempre tho (u already know) 💓💓💓

1.5k words, gn reader (no pronouns), sfw (shock, gasp, awe), slightly suggestive, fluff???, tiny bit of angst (maybe a little more idk), 18+, mdni; art college au!, usopp is a shy coward and reader is full of sass & can't read the room; nothing major, death mention and that's about it. a very tame kaia production, i think

to be an artist is to willingly carry the burdens of the world, to mold their creations with clumsy, earnest fingers, to sculpt an absurd idea of the truth with precision, to paint the fleeting feelings of the masses without restraint, and to scrape any unnecessary remains onto a stained, concrete floor.

it's messy; an ordeal that requires dedication, innate talent, and an overwhelming desire to survive.

once upon a time, when everything in his life was still bright and full of promise, his mother often boasted to her friends — and almost anyone who would listen, really — about his artistic prowess. on days where she had energy, she’d say, take a look, he’s done it again; and when she was weary, but still proud, oh, goodness, you’re truly a wonder; but, the most poignant moment, the one phrase — question, rather — that stuck with him years later, even after her death, was: do you know the color of a person’s soul, usopp? the true color? i wish i could see you paint it. i know it will be spectacular.

it's not grief that drives him to pour his heart into his work, and it’s not out of any residual feelings of sadness, but because of his mother’s last words — he still remembers how he strained to hear her speak, how he begged her to repeat herself, how he cried himself to sleep for days and days. he’s a night owl out of spite — to chase his inner demons away, to not let her haunt his heart more than she already does — and he’s committed himself to mastering a style that’s uniquely his, so that he can tell his story the proper way.

after weeks of looking for a model for his latest assignment, he finds you by chance — with charcoal-stained fingertips that you constantly wipe on your jeans, a smudge on your cheek from when you rubbed it minutes ago, hair haphazardly thrown into a messy bun, curls poking out everywhere, the pinnacle of concentration and rebellion.

you, who frequently defies your professors’ suggestions, who reminds them time and time again that no you can’t simply change your piece because it doesn’t follow their guidelines, and no you can’t commit to turning in assignments on time because “art is freedom, why are you so persistent?”

and you refuse to be confined into their neatly labeled boxes.

he wishes he could have a tiny piece of your boldness, of your dedication to remaining true to yourself, of your outlandish outlook on life where you defy expectations without a care.

or he thinks so, anyway.

after the other students have filtered out of the classroom, you remain behind, tongue pressed against the inside of your cheek, lips pursed as you consider a new angle for your piece. he watches the quick, messy dark marks that adorn your canvas — you’ve been working on it for hours without rest. your dedication to your craft (to your truth) is admirable, if not a little intense, so much that it’s hard for him to approach you.

cowardice seeps through his bloodstream, pumping directly into his heart, making it more difficult for him to speak — let alone to ask you for help.

but you glance at him out of the corner of your eyes, lashes partially obscuring your eyes when you blink slowly.

he’s always believed that art is always imperfectly perfect, but you? he doubts he really knows the true meaning of art now.

“h-hey,” he says after a while, throat dry, palms moist and unsure. you pivot and stare, a curious smile prancing onto your lips, the edges curling impishly before you respond cheekily.

“after staring at me for so long, that’s all you have to say?”

you click your tongue in jest, and his face burns painfully — embarrassment eating him alive, making him fidget with the strap of his bag, where he nearly falls over the stool behind him. you attempt to quiet your laughter, but you can’t help yourself. he’s always like that — fidgety, lost, boisterous at times, but also a little serious. you wonder if he spends his life seeped in his passiveness, and he wonders if you’ve always been this vibrant and honest — reminding him of a few of his closest friends who never shy away from the truth no matter what it may be.

“chill, i’m just kidding,” you say when you realize he might’ve taken you seriously. “it’s no big deal, really.” you’ve learned that there’s no harm in people looking at you, no matter what their reasoning is. “did you need something?” because he rarely speaks to you, and he certainly doesn’t talk to you like that.

usopp shifts on his feet, tongue suddenly too big for his mouth, his words clumsily knocking against the back of his teeth; but after inhaling deeply, a bit of his anxiety rolls off of his skin, drips down to the floor — out of sight, out of mind.

“i, um,” he rubs the back of his neck, warm, russet brown skin still struggling with the overwhelming heat that’s permanently settled on his face. “well, see… i haven’t found anyone to p-pose for my assignment, so—”

“sure.” your voice is clear, decisive; you barely leave wiggle room for any argument, and that — the sheer oppressive power behind your assertiveness is what terrifies him. your intensity might literally kill him if he’s not careful.

“oh, okay, yeah.” feeling a little more confident, he puts his bag down and grabs his large sketch pad. he sits on the stool and motions for you continue as you were.

with raised brows, you shoot him an unreadable look, but don’t offer any clarification. you face your canvas again and attack it with vigor, dropping the charcoal and opting to use oil pastels instead. you don’t think as you move your arm, instead allowing the flow to come naturally as you begin dotting colors all around; you’ve been in an impressionist sort of mood, wanting to encapsulate the unhurried movements of field of flowers surrounded in flames. you’re not quite sure what possesses you, but it came to you in a dream and you couldn’t stop until you brought it to life.

during your freshman year, someone callously remarked that you were demented, a lost cause — someone to watch out for. but usopp begs to differ; as he sits and observes, twirling his conté stick around his fingers before settling down in front of the easel and sketching lightly. he notices that you tend to move around a lot, bouncing on your feet, as if the floor is too hot for you to tolerate at times; you also talk to yourself, which he doesn’t find unusual because he also talks to himself.

maybe you both have more in common than he originally thought. for some reason, the corners of his lips twitch, he finds himself smiling, albeit bashfully, at the idea.

you peek over at him as you work, admiring his steadfast dedication, the precise movements of his wrist, the delicate way he holds the conté stick. you’ve never cared about the work of others, but you’d be lying to yourself if you say you’re not even remotely curious about how he sees you.

usopp works in silence for about thirty minutes before you decide to stop for the night.

he’s done several gesture drawings of you, one more animated than the last, wanting to capture the fluidity and beauty of your movements without interruption. you might just be the perfect subject to study, if he’s honest. and while he definitely has more than enough to work with, he doesn’t really want to stop sketching you.

he knows he can’t say that, so he keeps it to himself, allowing the words to die down on the back of his tongue as he pushes the easel back to its proper place.

after leaving your signature messy scrawl on the bottom corner of your picture, you walk over to glance at his work, but he’s already grabbed the sketch pad and shoved it into his portfolio case. he clears his throat several times, almost comically, but you refrain from laughing — this time.

“thank you for your assistance,” usopp says with a grin; he wears his false bravado with ease, but he’s tragically unconvincing. you smile encouragingly at him and wink.

“anytime, cutie.”

while you contemplate whether or not you’ll showcase this particular piece of yours, he stammers over his words, mumbles something in haste and, quite literally, scurries away. you’re not sure if you’ve permanently scared him off, but you have a feeling he’ll come back and ask for that favor again. as he makes his way out of the building, nearly tripping down the stares with all of his hurried movements, he tries to remind himself that he has to be more careful. he’s sure you almost saw through his act; all of that courage deflates and he slows his steps, glancing over at the building again, wondering if maybe — just maybe — he’ll find a chance to show you his finished work.

it’s not the answer to the question that he’s been struggling with for the entirety of his adolescence and adult life, but it’s certainly a good start.

#sora ty for being so patient w my slow writing ily forevs #fic request #one piece imagine #one piece fluff #one piece angst #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #usopp x reader #usopp x y/n #usopp fluff #usopp angst #one day usopp will be a brave man; today is not that day #me? writing fluff? in this economy? it's more likely than u think.

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g0nta-g0kuhara · 1 year

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INFO

Howdy all!! Welcome to my DR sideblog <3 I hope you enjoy your stay here!

ART

You'll be able to find all my art under [#pluto's creations], and keep an eye on my pinned post for when I have requests open! I would love if I could draw constantly, but unfortunately I am a full time uni student in a STEM major u_u

I do take commissions! If you're interested in one, send me a DM and I can send you my price sheet.

NAVIGATION

I'm super talkative in the tags, I love gushing about the amazing ideas the fandom makes!! I also have lots of categorization tags:

Game tags:

DRTHH -> #dr1

SDR2 -> #dr2

NDRV3 -> #drv3

I also sporadically tag Ultra Despair Girls as #udg, but if its just nagito or Izuru it might only be tagged as #dr2

Character tags: Most characters are written how their names are spelt in the official english localization (EX: #kaito momota) but there are a few exceptions:

Kokichi Oma -> #kokichi ouma

Keebo -> #kiibo

Ultimate Imposter -> #byakuya twogami

Genocide Jill -> #genocider

None of the UDG-only characters are tagged except for Komaru as I don't know any of their names

Special tags: I have a few more DR specific tags for things I love!

Gonta and Gundham interacting -> #bugs & beasts

Gonta + Kaito (qpp, romantic, besties, idc) -> #bugs blast off!

Pregame V3 stuff -> #pregamev3

V3 Survivors trio -> #ourrealitytrio

Gonta serious/angsty posts -> #gontangst

In general, I don't tag any ships as it's very difficult for me to remember all the ship names. If we're mutuals, feel free to ask me to tag a ship/trope either for filtering or later searching purposes!

Other tags:

#shut up me -> Personal thoughts and ramblings by me! Usually about DR or DR related things but no promises

#pluto answers -> Asks tag

#ask games -> Responses to ask memes

#reblog games -> Any of those "reblog and say in the tags..." posts

#fav -> Posts that I love so much I want to be able to find later

#ultimate fav -> above but EVEN MORE!!

#pluto's creations -> My art tag!

#pluto's doodles -> Doodle tag to keep my art tag less cluttered

#misc -> Any non-DR posts I reblog

#txt -> Silly textposts I tag as DR characters

#bugs -> I occasionally reblog pictures of bugs on here cause they remind me of Gonta <3

WHERE ELSE AM I FOUND?

Likes, replies, and follows are all from my main blog @bare1ythere! I post everything non-dr related on there (which isn't a lot, these days)

My non-DR art blog is @bare1yart, although again, these days I'm mainly only drawing DR stuff

I'm the main mod over at @drv3giftexchange! Keep an eye out there for future/current events and the amazing works of everyone who's participated!

I have a twitter, although it's only for retweeting artwork that is sent to me from there. Follow [Autistic_G0nta] if you're interested in that!

You can also find me on Instagram at [G0nta.G0kuhara] if you want to follow my art there as well

INTERACTION & PREFERENCES

I love getting and responding to asks/messages so please send me as many as you'd like! I also love getting sent/tagged in posts, especially one's related to my favs <3 I'm sorry if you ever send me a message and I never reply. Sometimes tumblr doesn't send me notifications or I'm just overwhelmed by the amount I get. Thank you for your patience ;u;

Just a heads up! I use she/he/they pronouns for Chihiro, though with a bias towards she/they, and will occasionally reblog things using he/him for Chihiro. Most Chihiro headcanons are welcome here. Feel free to block the tag [#masc chihiro] for blacklist

Please do not tag my original works with Gonta and Kokichi interacting as ougoku! Just a personal squick of mine. Feel free to tag any of my reblogs here as that ship, as I occasionally do reblog some ougoku stuff.

FAVOURITES

•DR1 -> Kiyotaka Ishimaru, Sakura Ogami, & Chihiro Fujisaki

•DR2 -> Gundham Tanaka, Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu, & Nagito Komaeda

•DRV3 -> Gonta Gokuhara, Kaito Momota, & Tsumugi Shirogane

#info #this post is gonna be linked to my pinned post. just for fun

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shytastemakerthing · 5 months

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heyyy can i get a romantic matchup? ID REALLY LIKE AN ENSTARS ONE but if u dont do those, a twst one is good :3

im kitten, i dont use pronouns (so just use my name). i dont use labels either, but im feminine. im 17 (so nobody younger than me pls!!), currently in IT classes, 162cm, virgo and entp/intp. also 8w9

umm Im a vampirekin and have a strong affiliation w rabbits and cats. i can be really blunt (sometimes i dont mean it sometimes i do) and am pretty aggressive. i love play-fighting w friends and getting into joke arguments nd stuff.

i hate hatee having 2 give advice like I cant deal w ppl venting 2 me. I can b rude Mostly jut since if i dont like you 4 whatever reason Im not going to hide it Im just not going 2 Be nice. Cuz of this I dont get approached a lot bc ppl say i look mad/intimidating a lot!!!

VERY umm bimbo oriented. very clumsy, Very bad memory and attention span, But who cares I love acting cute and acting pretty and stuff. I love cute things tbhgd sm and I just want 2 squeeze. Cute ppl. As a bimbo i still Have my days 💔where im just Depressed man and Thats most days. but i am good at Just Living and Not acting like that..! Tho when im Very bad w mental health I tend 2 just get sick and not leave my bed and just cut everyone off LOLL

Any ways I love fashion and dressing cute and DESIGNING CLOTHES!!!! I love designing plushies and characters and stuff I need like a creative output and I have 34983 ways of that (designing plushies, characters, outfits ect. sewing, vtuber rigging, sculpting, painting, ect). i usually dress in v-kei, gyaru (kogal), ouji and lolita.

i love any love languages recieving tbh Maybe like words of affirmation I need lots of reminding that they R a willing participant of this Relationship. PERSONALLY i lvoe spending time and doing acts of service, im rlly Not an affectionate person so im probably not going to initiate physical contact and Im RLLY bad with words so im not probably going to do words of affirmation either .......

Hmmmm what else I love music. so much different types. breakcore, classical, eurobeat, game osts, pop rock, industrial metal, esp anything super weird and experimental.

jut stuff i likee would be active cities, being clean, good food, nighttime, CATS AND BUNNIES, pigeons<3, (i want to own a pet cat, bunnies and a pigeon lol), collecting things and baking

i DISLIKE dogs (despite being pretty dog-aligned by personality), my room having any sun in it, dirty/messy/gross ppl. i hatee violence sm I get uncomfortable hearing or seeing ppl/animals get hurt Its just gross and scary.

abt relationships ... I will die for my Partner i will straight up Fight someone for them. idc if they r bad person or if They did a crime rlly Thats so girlboss of them . I want to go out a lot on dates and stuff I dont wanna just go to the same places I want 2 explore and go to new places nd stuff. also Ermmm i dont rlly wanna Date someone shorter thn me Like. They just look like a child at that point..

thx :3 sawrry i wrote a lot lolz. lolll tyy So muh

A/N: Hello and thank you for your request! Don't worry about it being so long, the more information that I have to work with then the better! It only lets me get even more ideas for a match-up! Speaking of, I do hope that you like yours and enjoy!

Tw: None

I match you with.........

Ritsu Sakuma

From one vampire to another, you both are quite literally made for each other in that regard. He sees you and he can feel warmth flooding through his ice cold veins, how the moonlight illuminates your figure makes you look just ethereal. He is stunned into silence but soon regains himself and Ritsu can't help but to approach you.

Now given his sleeping patterns, it is a little hard for the both of you to meet up for any kind of outings, these would mostly be happening later in the evening and into the night given his aversion to sunlight, but he manages to work his schedule just right between his unit work and when he sleeps. He will always make time for you.

Another cat lover! Perhaps the both of you would like to go to a cat cafe for one of your dates? It would be something that he would find both enjoyable and relaxing, especially if you get to be there with him.

His schedule is quite busy sometimes given the work he has with his unit, Knights, but if you would like, you could always join him when they have practices and lives. Honestly, the thought of you being in the crowd and cheering him on makes this young vampire smile.

Speaking of his unit, the others absolutely adore you and they protect their own, and given that they now see you as one of their own, they will protect you just as you protect Ritsu. It is what a Knight does, after all.

Ritsu is big on giving you those words of affirmation. He may not be too much of a talker, and he really isn't that down on himself, but he would never want you to be down on yourself. He wants you to know that he is committed to this relationship no matter what it takes.

Overall, two vampires are able to join each other under the light of the moon. It is something that he will always love. With your similar interests and hobbies, it just makes the time that you spend with one another so much better and so much sweeter.

#enstars #ensemble stars #enstars ritsu #enstars ritsu sakuma #ensemble stars ritsu sakuma #ritsu sakuma x reader #ritsu sakuma #ensemble stars ritsu sakuma x reader #romantic #matchups #shy answers #shy writes

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jello-shots-n-lemon-drops · 7 months

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👋🏾

This is still a WIP!

Call me Eli 😘

-transmasc enby (he/they). no preference between my pronoun sets! whatever jumps from the tongue first

-I’m: 24, autistic, polyam, n intersex, among other things

-sexuality? 🤷🏾. mostly attracted to men n mascs

-verse switch. most likely combos: sub top, sub bottom, dom bottom

-in a relationship and will mention my partner at times. Often he’s the “he” I’m thinkin of in eli.txts, but iykyk when someone else’s in mind. If it’s explicitly about him then it’ll be capitalized or in pink. He follows this blog!

-I don’t tend to tag well. In the process of adding applicable tags to all content here!

-the majority of posts are queued. No, I don’t use a separate tag for them.

-I write n may include those characters and their works here! Snippets only unless otherwise paid for

-No age bios/minors auto-blocked if you’re in my notifs. I check! Also lesbians/those only attracted to women: idc if you interact w my txts but any image of myself is not for you.

-in the process of establishin an OF. this page’ll be a promotional blog in addition to my default horn pit

Terminology I may use for upper:

chest, tits, *boobs

Terminology I may use for lower:

(boy)*cunt, hole, front, (t)dick

*strictly feminine terminology (cunt, pussy, boobs, etc) is accepted and only permitted from loved ones and interactive mutuals 💜💜💜 otherwise address it as hole, front, or put boy in front of the feminine term! Feminine pet names are also only permitted from loved ones and interactive mutuals, thanks

(if it isn’t listed, it’s either a no or yknow, just ask 😉 sexts are very much so accepted and appreciated, just be reasonable, thanks)

What I enjoy and may be found here:

cnc, somno, light pet play, sensory deprivation, breeding/knotting, bondage, overstim, drugging, hypnosis, marking, breathplay, objectification, ownership, voyeurism

Turn offs include, but aren’t limited to:

Excrement, spit (for anything but lube), blood, misgen

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Ok ok I know I said I wouldn’t elaborate unless explicitly asked to but idc I lied 😋 !!!

Birthday Surprise

Zeke Jaeger x Reader, afab reader, she/her pronouns

There’s not much plot but I had to get this out of my dumb silly little system, so here you go <3 I hope you guys enjoy!

Contents:

WC: 3,518

Smut, Food Play, Zeke being a fool (whom I love dearly), oral (m + mention of f), Unprotected Vaginal, Creampie, B00ty Eating, Zeke is kinda rough, Name Calling, Choking, Some Spanking, Everything in this fic is 100% consentual no dub/noncon, Slight Fluff (?), MDNI

If I missed anything please let me know!

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You’ve been a workaholic for as long as you could possibly remember. Attending after school and taking any extra classes available despite being at the top of all of your school’s honor-roll every single year up until you graduated high school; you never missed a single day and to this day hold the records of the highest regents exams scores that your high school so proudly shows off.

That full room and board scholarship that was given to you was taken graciously, and you worked your ass off getting through college, very proudly being one of your college’s highest prospects; earning a prized internship at the country’s fastest growing, highly influential business corporation, Warriors Inc. First impressions always matter, your enchanting appearance accompanied by your exuberant personality and diligent work ethic landing you an official position at the end of your internship. Your position in your career was solidified, you were on a clear highway towards success and life only seemed to be getting better. Because it was.

Your job was a godsend to you in many ways, much of them you were anticipating, but it granted you a gift that you would’ve never in your life have seen coming.

Zeke Jaeger.

He was your internship supervisor, and at the beginning of your abrupt work relationship, he was a bit of a, what’s the word, asshole. It’s not that you disliked him, quite the contrary, actually. You found him to be intriguing, a bit of a mystery that you wanted to dive a little deeper into.

Socializing wasn’t much of a difficulty to you, so you were delighted to approach him. The only problem was that he was very distant and spoke enthusiastically in sarcasm. You were relentless, determined to make your time with your fellow employee a joyful one, and eventually, like everything else you set your mind to in your life, you succeeded. What you weren’t expecting was for him to take it to the next level.

Nevertheless here you were, 2 years into your relationship with him and happier than you could’ve imagined yourself to be.

Zeke was, unconventional, to say the least. He had the driest sense of humor you thought you’ve ever seen, and he had a mass of odd interests and habits that he displayed with no ounces of shame. He was confident in himself and proud, even. While most people would’ve found him arrogant or aggravating to some degree (which you understand and agree with to an extent), you found him to be self-sufficient, self-aware, and in tune with himself. Nothing was more attractive to you than those qualities that he possessed.

You soon found yourself in a comfortable routine of occasionally seeing him at work and eventually meeting him at home once you two decided to take your relationship to that next level, and it was what you looked forward to most on your tiring days.

Today in particular was a hard one. You woke up achy and exhausted, rushed to work where you were bombarded and overloaded with work and were suffocated by your coworkers and family and friends (through your phone, of course). The day felt excruciatingly long, even more so considering your doting boyfriend was at home due to his day off. You wanted nothing more than to just come home and relax in his arms in a bath, ordering your favorite for take out and then finally drifting to sleep in that blessed California king bed that Zeke insisted on buying once you two moved into your brand new condo.

The hallways were deafeningly silent as you twisted the keys to the front door of your spacious condo. This in and of itself wasn’t unusual, but the opaque darkness and hollow echoes of your home most definitely was.

“Hello?”

Silence.

“Zeke, are you home?”

Silence, still.

You never received any indication that he wouldn’t be home for any reason, that wasn’t very like him. The frown on your face adorned itself on its own, and your melancholy for his absence was strong.

With a heavy sigh, you made strides to your shared bedroom nonetheless, ready to sink into your home even if he wasn’t there. You missed him, but it wouldn’t help you in any way to discomfort your body anymore than it already was. You had a shower to get through before you could hit the hay.

The oddities of the day were quickly counting up, with there being an obvious glint of light shining beneath your bedroom door. It was a waste of the utility to leave the lights on if no one was home, so now you were suspicious and slightly angry.

“This stupid bitch” you quietly muttered under your breath, sucking your teeth and internally preparing the lecture you were gonna give him in your head. He has the nerve to not be home on the day you wanted to see him the most AND he’s wasting the light bill?

Your hand finally reaches the knob, turning it quickly, and absolutely nothing could prepare you for the sight you were just about to see.

“Happy Birthday, doll”

There he lied in all his glory, fully naked with a mass of candles encircling your enormous bed and rose petals adorning the entirety of the room.

This normally would’ve been a romance cliche, but Zeke couldn’t let it be normal, no, that wasn’t his style at all.

Your eyes roamed around every wall, cans of Reddi-Wip littered across your nightstand. What the fuck is he doing?

“I’m just getting your cake ready love, I know how much you love whipped cream”.

It’s as if you spoke out loud, his answer leaving his lips like a chirp.

“Zeke what is all of this, why are you covered in whipped cream?”.

And he was, his glasses were carefully placed on the nightstand away from the mess of cans and cream.

Zeke was by all accounts, a very attractive man. He was sprawled out on the bed, nipples soaking up the whipped cream that he generously applied on the top. The cream was spread all the way down from his chest, along through his happy trail, all the way until it reached the head of his thick, long cock. His tip, bright and pink, was left clean.

He was laying on his side, and you could evidently see some cream reaching the underside of his ass cheeks.

“What, don’t act like you’re not interested, you clearly don’t remember all of the shit you stutter out when you’re drunk off your ass. Are you gonna just stand there and stare at me the whole night?”

Now you realize that this is probably somehow your fault, some silly idiocy that escaped like word vomit on a drunken night where your mouth spoke whatever thought flew by.

His eyes leered over you, dick in hand as he started to slowly pump, cream spreading with every stroke and dick quickly getting harder and harder. It made you realize that whatever the cause of this was didn’t matter. It was happening, and it was happening now. The rest was instantaneous, your hands quick to remove the layers that were sheltering your body from the outside.

You rushed your way over to where he lay on the center of the bed, feverishly getting on the bed, both of you now naked and his dick fully erect upon the sight.

“My god sweets, I’ve been waiting for this all d-”, you were suckling on his nipples before he could finish. Mouth shifting between the left and the right as if you were entranced. You were hungry, you wanted dinner, and if he was going to be your dinner tonight, you were going to eat.

The cream was long gone before you could truly even taste it, enamored with how good it felt to be suckling on him rather than the other way around.

Zeke was holding back any and every groan or moan that threatened to escape his throat. You could tell that he was enjoying this, peeking your eyes above to see his eyes closed and knowing that he was longing for more.

His large hand came up to entangle around the threads of your h/c locks, his grip yanking your head back, lips coming off of his right nub with a subtle pop.

“Such a hungry bitch today aren’t ya?” He could feel you writhe and greedily mutter out steady chants of “mhm”, measly attempting to nod your head in agreement.

“You are, yeah? Then it’s time to move on to your main course, don’t y’think?”

Without further discussion you were shoving your face back down onto him, licking and slurping up all of the whipped cream that trailed its way down his stomach. You stopped at the hilt of his throbbing eager cock, letting out a thirsty laugh before peppering tiny kisses on his thinner thigh. You were ready, taking no further moment before putting half of his impressive length past your lips.

You were keeling over the tiny mewl that he released at the feeling, your tongue glued on his shaft, licking up his balls right before you licked a long stripe at the underside of his member.

God Zeke loved you so much, your mouth so expertly sucked him in, happy to suffocate yourself just to deepthroat his entirety, bobbing your head up and down and taking steady breaths through your nose.

Your ministrations were perfect, subtle moans escaping every so often until it was becoming too much to bear, his hand holding your head all the way down while he shot loads down your throat.

The pubic hair on his pelvic area lightly tickled your nose as you took it all in. Your pussy throbbed violently against your core, slick arousal pooling near your touch-starved hole. You knew that you were getting close to losing it, you needed his dick inside of you, but not yet, you needed to taste more.

“Not done”

It almost came out as a whisper, and you were gleefully repeating yourself.

“‘M not done, wanna taste more”, hands aggressively gripping Zeke’s thighs, borderline leaving tiny marks as you hastily flipped him over. The mess of whipped cream was revealed on the bed, most of what previously adorned his cheeks now soaking in the sheets you were definitely going to change at the end of this session. His ass wasn’t fully cleaned yet, lathered in the remnants.

You could tell that he was actually quite nervous. Zeke liked to try to be a funny guy, and it wouldn’t come off as a surprise if he doused the cream all over his ass just to make some stupid joke about you eating his “cake” for dessert, a dumb birthday joke, but he didn’t think you’d take it literal.

It was meant as a joke, but you were ready to see if he actually did want his ass ate, even if it was a silent fantasy. Taboo or not, you couldn’t care less. You loved him, and if by any chance this was something he wanted, you were more than ready to do it for him.

You looked up to him, fully in position.

His face was turned towards yours, the brightest you’ve ever seen it before, and honestly? Right now, you’re proud of yourself for that.

“You really don’t have to, I would never make you do something like this”.

“Trust me, I know.”

No more words were needed. The air was cleared and you were prepared.

You got to work on his cheeks first, licking them completely clean of all of the cream, going as far as to even suckle little kisses and litter little marks sparsely all over the surface. Zeke was at a loss for words, at a loss for everything. It wasn’t much but even what you was giving him felt like so much. The stimulation to his ass was something he’s always secretly thought of, but never did he think that his girlfriend would happily introduce him to that entire new world.

A momentary pause to catch your breath was needed, and you took the time to examine his ass, an area of his body that you never previously took so much interest in.

He was fully shaven, giving your eyes all of the access it needed to his private. Maybe he was preparing himself for this afterall. As you spread his cheeks to the side, you could see his puckered asshole twitch in anticipation, finger involuntarily reaching to touch. You could hear Zeke shudder at the touch, and you weren’t a cruel being to finger his virgin ass with no sort of lube on it.

You couldn’t bear to tease him any longer, diving face first into his ass, slurping every available inch up and licking vicariously.

His ass was quick to get slippery, your tongue happily lapping beneath his crack. He tastes so good, his ass was so much better than you could’ve ever imagined. You wondered how you kept this treat away from yourself for so long, finding an entire new home in between his beautifully sculpted ass.

“Ah, FUCK, just like that baby”, he cooed over to you, the praise only adding fuel to the fire that was pitted deep in your abdomen.

Your tongue circled around his hole, making sure to lick kitten stripes up and down as you knead on his ass cheeks as if you were starved, his ass serving as your first meal in years. You couldn’t have asked for a better one.

As you slurped and popped on his ass, your left hand found purchase in his left cheek, gripping and occasionally spanking as you went to town on him. Watching it turn a lovely hue of pink was like a slice of heaven on earth. Your right hand sneakily snaked its way around his hip, squeezing on his balls that you personally thought weren’t tended to enough.

You gave a strong grip, pulling every now and then, earning you those succulent moans out of his salivating mouth.

You kept a strong pace up, fondling his balls while you licked all up on his ass and gooch, leaving no space unattended. Zeke was doing his best to keep his composure in place, already having came once and being sensitive enough to maybe even cum like this.

But once that hand came up to grab his leaking cock he couldn’t take it anymore,

“Oh god get the fuck up”

You didn’t listen, you were having so much fun afterall and he just tasted so good.

“I said to get. Up.”

Zeke didn’t wait any longer, detaching himself from you before he couldn’t help himself anymore. His hand left the headboard of the bed and easily wrapped around your throat instead, pushing you down the bed and spreading your legs wide open so that he could easily begin to fuck you.

“You’re such a nasty fucking bitch aren’t you? Eating my ass like it’s your last meal.”

Your face burned at his comment, fully taking in everything you’ve actually done tonight. The embarrassment didn’t matter, you were so fucking horny you couldn’t take it. You know that you’re not fully prepped, his intimidating length that always gave you that bone-chilling burn threatening to break you. But tonight, that’s exactly what you wanted. It’s what you needed.

His hand suddenly gripped your throat tighter, the air pleasantly being blocked from your lungs.

“You’re gonna ignore me now? You’re all fucked out without my dick even so much as touching you? Answer me slut”

“Y-yes daddy, yes! I’m your nasty bitch, your dirty slut, yours!”

Your desperate hole clenched around nothing as you intensely hoped for him to finally stick his dick in you.

He took a hand and slid a single stripe along your burning heat, revelling at the slobbery mess that existed by you just sucking his dick and eating his ass.

“So fucking wet, such a good little bitch”, as he spanked your puffy clit, electricity shooting through your entire body from just the slightest bit of attention to the deprived bud.

“Need you to fuck me, I want you to fuck me Zeke please”, you cried out, unable to hold out anymore.

“You need me to fuck you, yeah? I’ll fuck you then”.

Your mouth gaped with a silent scream as his cock burrowed through your walls, the tip easily slipping in with the mixture of your collected juices and his pre. He made sure to slip it in slow, dragging the stroke out until he finally filled you to the brim, a relieved sigh befalling both of your lips as he bottomed out.

Zeke’s eyes met yours for a moment, ensuring that you were comfortable and ready. He made sure not to hold back any longer as his hips withdrew his pulsating cock until just the tip remained, slamming his hips to yours with a swiftness. Your mouth fell agape once more, but this time with a genuine scream, one that you’ve been dying to let out.

The pace that he set was relentless, quick and hard, your needy cunt feeling every detail and vein of his cock along your aching walls. Squelching sounds were soon filling the room as his cock filled you, your pussy only getting wetter and wetter with every stroke that he gave, cockhead kissing your cervix ever so passionately everytime his hilt would meet your heat.

“God this pussy’s so good, can’t get enough of this tight little pussy I swear”,

Zeke’s head fell back as his hands hungrily settled into your sides, the pudge from your lower midsection and hips acting as a placeholder for them. Your moans were unrelenting, reverberrating throughout the room and bouncing off of the walls. Coupled with the sounds of his length hitting every spot in your spongey walls, it was a symphony to Zeke’s ears. If these walls weren’t worth the money your salaries paid for you were sure that your neighbors would be hearing every single sound.

He knew that he could make you feel even better, grabbing your legs and folding them over your head so that he could drill into you even deeper, as impossible as that seemed to feel before. With the shift of his hips you could feel his cock dragging along that sweet spot that always killed you, his tender pubic hairs brushing along your bundle of nerves so slightly that it was delectable.

His cock was abusing your pussy so deliciously that you couldn’t comprehend it, the waves of pleasure possessing your body. Zeke grabbed your face with a hand, interlocking your lips together as he thrusted into you. The kiss was delirious, tongues twisting together and his mouth housing your moans, muffling the sounds as your hands traveled up and down his body with your nails scratching fresh wounds onto his back with every long stroke that scratched that spot inside you.

You were getting too close to your climax to let anything get in its way now, grabbing his own throat with one hand while your nails sunk into his back.

“Right there! ‘M gonna cum, nghhh”

Zeke knew exactly what to do, keeping the exact pace he had going steady and letting his hand quickly travel to your clit, rubbing tentative shapes that your body heeded to with ease. This action alone would’ve sent you over the edge with how sensitive you felt, but doubled with the collision of his massive member, you felt like you were going to pass out.

A few more strokes with your clit being so tenderly cared for, the dams broke and you finally came, drenching his dick in your juices, walls clamming down onto him as you spasmed beneath him.

Your pussy felt impossibly tight on his cock, driving him towards the edge where he carelessly spilled his seed deep inside of you.

He held you tightly as you both came down from your highs, dick throbbing slightly as it settled down inside of your full pussy. You eagerly brought his face up and aligned it with your own, showering him with kisses until your lips settled onto his.

“Thank you for the perfect end to my birthday”, you stated in content, rubbing your thumb along his cheekbone.

“Did you really think that was it? Some dick isn’t enough for your special day, I have your gift wrapped up for you and an entire day planned tomorrow.”

He smiled against you as you perked up at his words, beyond grateful for him and excited for whatever it is that he had awaiting you.

Zeke suddenly leaned up, removing his body from yours and lowering his body to where he met your melting center. He watched as the cum slowly oozed out, scooping it up with his fingers,

“I never did say I was done, did I? It’s your birthday, you should be the one cumming more than once here”.

“Wait, wha-”

His face dove into your pussy without further ado, and you knew that you were in for a long night <3

Sorry if it’s not good or anything, I’m not that great at writing smut but I figured why not try anyways, y’know? Also I copy and pasted this from docs on my laptop so if there’s any mistakes blame Google 🙄 Love you all so much and I hope that your day is so very lovely!!!!

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