#not that many of my characters are on this blog at all but shh

[gold-rhine]

First time sub afab! Character x GN Dom! Reader

Characters: Kaeya, Ayato, Diluc, Gorou

A\N: Repost bc my previous blog got shadowbanned. I generally don’t do specific scenario requests, but you’re in luck, bc Ayato and Kaeya parts fully formed in my head the moment I read your ask, and then I got an interesting visual for Diluc, to congratulate him for coming out as a kinky goth. I added Gorou bc you asked, but don’t really like how it turned out tbh, but I hope you’ll enjoy somewhat.

Warnings: nsfw, fingering, slight degradation (name calling), nipple play, praise kink, overstimulation, oral (character receiving), cock stands for cock\strap (only relevant for Kaeya’s part, bc of shameless favoritism he gets twice the content)

Wordcount: 5,5k

Diluc

His lips are eager when you kiss him, but he's a little tense in your arms. He tries to hide nervousness, keeping up his usual confident demeanor, unbuttoning his cravat and vest with brisk efficiency, but his fingers are a little stiff and his cheeks are pink.

A bit of anxiety is normal for his first time, but you start getting concerned when you get to his shirt and he tenses even more, his movements becoming wooden. This is not a spontaneous decision for him, he clearly planned this evening for some time - he spent his birthday collecting fresh valberries in the mountains, made a special dinner for the two of you and after it pulled you into his bedroom, crimson eyes intense and excited. But even so, something might be wrong and you know he’s the type of stubbornly proud to keep quiet even if he becomes uncomfortable, so you gently cup his blushing cheek.

“Hey, is everything alright? You know we can wait, don’t force yourself.”

He huffs, half embarrassed, half exasperated, still not meeting your eyes.

“It’s not that.”

This morning he put on fancy underwear, red silk and lace, an expensive piece he bought sometime ago on a whim and never wore before. It seemed perfect for the occasion, and throughout the day he felt tingly butterflies in his stomach, like he was hiding something - for once, it had nothing to do with violence or intrigues of his enemies, but a secret to be shared between the two of you tonight, anticipation of your surprise when you see it on him.

But now suddenly he feels anxious about it. This piece is so unlike him, a flimsy half-transparent thing, it was meant for someone sweet and seductive, with tender skin and delicate build, some society beauty and not a warrior like him. What if it looks foolish on him, with his prominent angular hipbones, hard muscles and many scars? He should’ve stuck to his usual style, plain and black, instead of trying to feel special, and now the idea of you thinking he’s ridiculous leaves him almost irrationally paralyzed.

“Then what is it, baby?”

Candleflames all over the room flicker as he grits his teeth. He feels frustrated, mad at himself, but his temper urges him to act when he feels unsure. He unclasps his belt with jerky motions, almost angrily, you frown at this until you notice red silk underneath.

“Wait, what’s that? It’s beautiful!”

He finally looks up at you with relief barely hidden.

“Oh? You like it?”

“I love it. It looks so hot on you.”

He lights up, trying to look nonchalant, but can’t help a small flattered smile when you pull him into a kiss, melts against you, anxious tension finally gone. When you start rubbing his clit through the thin layer of silk, he shivers, clings to you, and because his eyes are still closed, at first doesn’t see that the candleflames are flickering again, now even brighter. When he finally notices it, he sharply draws his breath and all fires go out, plunging the room into the darkness.

“Shh, baby, it’s okay,” you whisper into his ear while caressing his tensed up body soothingly.

This is so embarrassing, he’s used to lighting up the candles with a quick thought, so now that his emotions are in turmoil which isn’t an anger of combat, his vision reflexively reaches for the familiar safe outlet.

“It’s not going to be okay when I burn down the house around our ears,” he grunts, violently bright blush glowing even in the darkness.

“You won’t. Let go, baby, just relax,” you kiss him, his lips, jaw, neck, keep stroking his clit until he starts squirming against you, unable to contain himself. You press him down on the bed, get rid of the rest of his clothes until he's wearing nothing but the red silk panties. You trail kisses down his body, sharp collarbones, heavy breathing chest, sensitive buds of his nipples that are hard even before you swirl your tongue around them, scarred ribs and tense abs, until you slowly pull his panties down and press your lips to his clit. He gasps silently, throws his arm over his eyes and clamps up his thighs nervously, and the candles lit up, volatile flames rising up.

“You’re so lovely, babe,” you whisper against his skin. “Open up, let me see you.”

He shivers like the candlefires all around you, anxious anticipation ready to turn to the deeper passion. He lets you tug his underwear off and spread his legs, exposing his wet flushed cunt.

“Good boy,” you murmur quietly and watch how his entrance clenches. You give it a slow, long lick and he gasps quitely, fire sparking up around the room. He’s been eating mountain berries all day, so he tastes fresh and sweet, a little tangy, his soft tender flesh pulsing under your lips in the same rhythm as the flickering flames.

When your finger circles his entrance, the light dies down again, you can see him nervously holding his breath. You suck on his swollen clit until his hole throbs and opens up despite the anxiety, then carefully slide your finger in and curl it to caress his sweet spot. He gasps, bucks his hips involuntarily, candles flaring up all around you. You ease another finger in, start fucking him, slowly incresing the tempo, and he tries to keep quiet, only lets out harsh chocked grunts, but the flames all over the room are beating feveresly like the wings of crimon butterflies, painting the room and his pale body in gold, orange lights and deep dark shadows.

When he’s close, he reaches for you, pulls you up with such a needy sweet whimper that you let him without resistance, throws his arms around your shoulders, holding you close. He’s thrusting his hips into your fingers, and the room is lit in the colors of the sunrise if it was not a slow ascent, but a beating heart, - pulsing splashes of amber and yellow, mauve pink and intense crimson, fires on many candlesticks and fireplace roaring up far bigger than they ever could. He comes pressed against you, fingers digging into your shoulders, and the candelabras and fireplaces all over the mansion light up, for just a moment the winery looks illuminated in the night like the dawn really exploded inside of it.

After, he falls down on the bed, breathing heavily, lips parted and crimson eyes glowing as he looks up at you, your fingers still buried deep inside him.

“Did you enjoy it, baby?”

“Yes,” he answers quietly, but firmly, blush on his cheeks, but no shame in his voice.

“Good,” you grin, spread his knees and watch his breath hitch. “Because your birthday present doesn’t end until you beg me to stop…”

Ayato

Ayato might not have personal experience, but he is not naive. He’s read about this. He knows all of the mechanics. He’s thought about this in detail and he has no shame about it. Why would he, when knows he’s exquisite, a pleasure for anyone to reap. False modesty seems ridiculous here.

He’s in between your legs, naked, his back pressed to your chest, a big mirror on the opposite wall, allowing you to see his pale, slender body fully.

Your hands glide over his skin, his shoulders, pluck his nipples, then down the chest and ribs and over tense stomach, until reaching down  to his thighs. You spread his legs and fix them with your own, so he’s completely open, his pink cunt exposed to your eyes in the mirror, already flushed and wet. Your fingertip circles his clit slowly, lightly, and his body tenses in your arms.

“It feels different when you touch me,” he says, drawing his breath. “Sharper, somehow. Better.”

“Compared to what?” you ask, grinning, watching his subtle squirms in the mirror as you continue rubbing his clit with more and more pressure.

“To when I touched myself, of course,” he says, completely shameless.

“Have you imagined me fucking you?”

“Obviously. Haven’t you imagined fucking me?” he meets your eyes in the mirror with his little arrogant smirk, even as your hand in between his open legs makes him shudder.

“Of course,” you admit, smiling against the side of his neck.

“How?”

You kiss his arched throat and tender juncture between his neck and shoulder. “I think it’ll be more fun to keep it a surprise.”

As you tease his clit, his delicate folds tremble and open slowly, exposing his entrance, dark pink and pulsing with desire. He holds your gaze in the mirror, even if he swallows harshly and blushes.

“Have you fucked yourself there?” you ask softly, your lips pressed to his ear, your finger circling his twitching, wanting hole without entering.

“Yes…” his voice falters, he watches your movements intently. His entrance trembles and leaks a clear string of liquid and he blushes harder, but doesn’t try to close his legs.

“How many fingers?” you ask, still teasing his aching cunt. Your free hand roams over his tense body, sliding over the tender skin, playing with hard, aroused peaks of nipples.

“Two,” he’s breathing heavily through the open mouth, and you can feel his heartbeat fastening. You tantalizingly slowly stroke his silken wet folds, delicate like petals of his heraldic camellias, allowing him time to fully take in the obscene image in the mirror.

“Have you tasted yourself?”

“No… not yet,” he lets out, head dizzy from the scandalous depravity of this view of himself, naked, spread wide open, hips squirming needily, trying to get your fingers on his throbbing clit or dripping hole, bedsheets under him already stained with a wet patch. Such contrast to his usual controlled elegance and detached sophistication, and anticipation that this is just the beginning turns him on even more.

You finally slide your finger inside. He’s so wet that it goes in easily, allowing you to bury it to the knuckle. You hook it, stroking his pulsing walls, as he clenches around you, gasping through the parted lips, his eyes fixed on your hand between his legs.

You pull your finger out, a wet string drawing out after it from his hole.

His eyes snap to yours in the mirror, intense, demanding, and you smile.

“Look how wet and desperate you are already. You thought you could compare touching yourself to what I’ll do to you?”

Holding his gaze, you bring your finger covered in his wetness to his parted lips. You put it on his warm, waiting tongue and he blushes harder, pink almost as dark as his cunt spreading over his cheeks and neck, and starts sucking.

“I’ll wreck you. I’ll drive you crazy, make you scream until you lose your voice.”

You kiss his neck and stroke his soft inner thighs, watching his hole pulse and drool eagerly, as his mouth is working on your finger. You slide a second finger through his lips and start gently fucking his mouth, and he moans, his hips bucking involuntarily against an empty air.

You grin, circling his hard nipple, fingers of your other hand sliding over his tongue.

“I bet I can make you cum just from this,” you whisper in his ear. “Just from fucking your pretty mouth and you seeing yourself wide open and wet like a little whore. Have you imagined yourself undone just from that?”

He shudders, his moan muffled by your fingers. In the mirror you both can see how his hole opens wide as it pulses, showing slick pink walls, beads of clear liquid dripping out. He makes a choked gasp when you thrust two of your fingers in and comes immediately, his legs shuddering and hands clutching at your thighs.

You don’t give him time to get a hold of himself, start pumping your fingers inside, stretching his throbbing cunt as it clenches around you. He can feel the pleasure building up, nerve endings still sensitive from orgasm flaring up almost painfully sharp, his pussy makes loud, obscenely wet sounds as you fingerfuck it. He’s panting hard until your free hand slides up to his neck, caresses it gently, but firmly, and he tenses up, mouth open, eyes going unfocused. When you tighten your grip on his neck, your other hand still fucking his tight cunt, he comes hard, eyes rolling back and hips rising from the bed in jerky, trashing motions.

When he finally calms down, sweating and shivering against you, his thighs weak and covered in his own fluids, you catch his chin, force him to meet your eyes with a smirk.

“Still think you can do it yourself?”

He gives you his little spoiled smile, eyes glimmering from under half-lowered eyelids.

“I never do something myself if I can find someone who can do it better.“

Gorou

You notice how he starts fidgeting when you groom his tail, especially when you touch the base of it. It twitches in your hands, and his whole body tenses, while he’s hiding his eyes from you. He tries to be inconspicuous, biting his lips to keep quiet, clutching his hands on his lap, but you can see how he’s rubbing his thighs together, trying to get any friction for his aching cunt.

“Is something wrong?” you ask with concern.

“No!” he protests immediately. He was too busy with rebellion for so long, too focused and preoccupied with being a good general and keeping up respectable image for his troops that he completely neglected his love life, and now he feels too inexperienced, doesn’t know what to do when he realizes that he wants you.

“You seem uncomfortable, should I stop?”

“No, please, I’m fine,” he mutters weakly, still unable to meet your eyes. He’s ashamed, but it just feels so good. When you touch him, liquid warmth pools down in his belly, pulsing so maddeningly sweetly like he’s never felt before.

“Do you want more?” you ask, catching his chin. He blushes brilliantly and, unable to force himself to say it out loud, nods.

“Good boy,” you whisper into his ear when he meekly lets you pull him onto your lap, and he shudders, going weak and dizzy from praise and your hands roaming over his body. He starts squirming when you kiss him, slide your hands under his top to find the small buds of his tender nipples, already hard. His pussy throbs almost painfully, he wants you to touch it so badly it drives him crazy, but instead you run your fingers over his tense stomach, stroke his ass and sensitive base of his tail. He whimpers and bucks his hips against you, cunt already soaking wet and needy, and you chuckle.

“What is it, baby?”

“Please…” he whines. “Please touch me…”

You smirk, kissing trail down his neck, and he writhes desperately in your arms, but freezes when he feels you playing with the band of his pants. You still don’t touch his pussy though, keep drawing teasing circles on his stomach, moving lower and lower, but slow, so torturously slow. At the same time your mouth finds his nipple, hot tongue circling a little hard peak, and he mewls pathetically, arching, drawn tense like a bowstring, his chest rising in quick and shallow breaths under your lips. He feels hazy and overwhelmed, blood ringing in his ears, all his nerves painfully raw, so when your hand finally covers his clit, he comes immediately with a choked gasp, his fingers clutching at your shoulders, hips trembling, instinctively thrusting against your palm.

You smile, holding him close, let him lean on you, rubbing soothing circles over his back, your other hand still in between his legs.

“You’re really so sensitive that you can cum just from that, huh, puppy?”

“I’m sorry…” He blushes even harder, tries to hide his face in the crook of your neck, ashamed of himself, but most of all, of the fact that despite just coming, he still feels horny, his hole unsatisfyingly clenching over emptiness, and he wants so badly to have your fingers inside of him.

“It’s okay, baby. You did good. Do you want to keep going?”

“Yes!” he answers so fast and his tail starts swinging so enthusiastically that you chuckle.

“Such a needy little slut,” you finally start massaging his wet aching cunt and he whimpers gratefully despite embarrassment. “Take off your clothes.”

He’s glad to receive orders, he likes clear commands that he can obey and know that he’s doing good, be rewarded for that. He’s pulling his shirt off, but it’s hard, your fingers caressing his pussy distract him, make him shudder and tangle in his cloth. He almost loses his balance, but finally gets free, pink and panting, and you reward him by stroking his clit. He moans, grinds himself against your palm and tries to take off his pants, but he’s too wobbly from pleasure, tugging fruitlessly at his belt.

Impatiently, you pull him down and turn him over, so he’s lying on his stomach, and yank his pants off. He yelps in surprise, but doesn’t struggle, secretly thrilled by how easily and confidently you handle him.

You run your fingers in-between his slick folds, and he instinctively rocks against you, lifting his hips and spreading his knees, his face pressed into the bedsheets. He’s dizzy from desire and the thought of pleasing you, and pangs of shame for acting like this, exposing himself so needily only somehow add to the arousal, make it sharper.

You press a finger against his entrance and scratch his ears.

“Are you ready, baby?”

“Yes…”

You slide your finger into his tiny cunt and despite how wet he is, he’s still so tight that you have to work it in slowly.

“Had you never fingered yourself?”

“No,” he answers quietly, too embarrassed to meet your eyes. He only stroked his clit before, rubbing his thighs together, imagining you touching him, and it was enough for him to cum. Now he’s gasping, arching his back, thrusting up when you start pumping your finger in and out, but when you press another at his entrance, he whimpers pitifully and clenches up.

“Relax,” you tell him, softly stroking his back in reassurance. “You have to open up, puppy.”

He looks up at you over the shoulder, his bright eyes unfocused and gleaming wetly, bangs tousled and plastered over the sweaty forehead.

“But it feels so big…”

“It’s just two fingers. You’ll have to learn how to take in much more than that. You want me to fuck you with a cock, don’t you, baby?”

He bites his lips and nods, blushing violently. You press your thumb against his clit, sending white hot jolts of pleasure through his entire body, and he melts, his hole unclenching so that you can ease another finger in.

“Here we go. Good boy,” you curl your fingers inside of him, making him writhe needily in front of you, then carefully start fucking them in and out, slowly increasing your tempo, until he’s moaning and making tiny whimpers, hips bucking up erratically, fingers clawing at the bedsheets, his mouth going slack so that small string of drool escapes his lips. When you finally take your fingers out, he’s lost count how many times he came, flashes of pleasure rolling over him one after the other, leaving his body limp and his pussy sore, but so satisfied. You pull him to your chest and he curls against you, feeling tired, warm and taken care of.

Kaeya

He doesn’t tell you that it’s his first time. In part, he’s curious if he can pull it off, make you think he knows what he’s doing. He’s confident and graceful enough to seem smooth, and an amazing kisser, tongue sliding against yours on the exquisite edge between sensual and filthy. A blush that would look bright on someone paler just gives his ochre-brown skin a warm pinkish underglow.

Another reason is that inexperience is always a disadvantage and he doesn’t like showing weakness, only lets people have as much power over him as he knows he can take back or work around. He doesn’t want you to know how your lips on his throat make a shiver run down his spine, how a liquid tangle of nervousness and desire grows in the pit of his stomach when you unbutton his shirt, expose more and more of his skin. He shrugs off his jacket with a pointed carelessness, confident smirk never leaving his lips when you fully slide his shirt off his shoulders.

There’s no reason to see this as something special anyway. He wants pleasure, not complications, and if you knew, you might get presumptuous ideas that it means something or, archons forbid, decide to get feelings involved. You might treat him differently, slowly and carefully, like he’s fragile, which he detests. He had to be on guard since he was a small kid, he can handle sex. He likes the unrestrained hunger in your kisses, how roughly you grab his hips to pull him closer, how your hand slides between his legs to find him already wet.

“Impatient, aren’t you?” he asks with a smug smirk, unbuckling his belt.

There’s another reason, deep down, in the darkest corners of his mind, that he thinks about only very drunk and doesn’t speak out loud even then. He doesn’t deserve gentleness, judged unworthy and left for dead a long time ago. It’s a good thing that he realized it’s better for everyone if nobody cares about him too much. Sex is just for fun and nothing more.

“I don’t want to waste any more time getting to the good part.”

He lets you push him down on the bed, leans back on his elbows and lifts his hips to help you pull off his pants and underwear, a barely noticeable flinch of his thighs when he stops an instinctive urge to close his legs.

“Oh?” he raises an eyebrow with a playful complaint. “And I was looking forward to teasing you a little more.”

“Well then, go ahead. Anything you want, my knight. And I’d love to see how you plan to do it after already…” you flick your eyes over his naked body and smirk, “baring all of your cards.”

He scoffs pridefully, lifting his chin, making sure not to show that you calling his bluff caught him off-guard. It doesn’t matter, he was never the one to back down on his bets. He always liked a challenge and he’ll be damned if he can’t put on a show. If he was marked a sinner just by birthright, might as well get some fun out of it.

So he arches his back and spreads his thighs, an intoxicating feverish thrill from how hungrily you rake your eyes over him mixing with both his own arousal and nervousness into a heady, daring mix. “This is not even half of my cards… and you might never see all of them.”

His heartbeat echoes in his ears, fast and loud, but he holds your gaze with the same teasing smirk as he runs his hand down his body before slipping a finger into his wet cunt. The way you watch him, captivated, hungry, spreads the liquid fire through his veins, he grins wolfishly, wild, radiant. It feels so good, how he can make you move closer just by arching his neck and moving his fingers, like tugging a string, an almost gravitational pull between you bodies, desire strong enough to be honest at least in something, and at least for five fucking minutes it doesn’t matter who he is, just what he is now - wanted.

“Is this teasing enough for you?”

“You win this round without question,” you lean down, hovering over him without touching, and he lets out a breezy chuckle.

“Then what are you waiting for? Give me my prize.”

You claim his smiling lips and slide your finger into him, and he surprisingly feels much tighter than you’ve expected. He takes a few ragged breaths, a torturous, sweet burn of both of your fingers stretching him makes him dizzy. He tries to smile nonchalantly, but it’s a little too much, both pleasure and discomfort and the shamefully shameless way his legs are spread and both of you are moving inside of him, fingers touching, working him up.

He doesn’t want to come undone while you’re still too pulled together, too in control, so he throws his free arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer.

“Come on, fuck me already.”

“You’re still a little tight, baby.”

He scowls, tensing up, so you kiss his jaw soothingly. “Just a bit longer, don’t worry.”

You misinterpret him, he’s not worried that it’ll take longer, he’s worried that you even cared enough to take longer, and even worse, that there’s something small fluttering under his collarbones at the thought that you might care.

“I thought you wanted to get straight to the good part,” he challenges, purposefully arrogant.

“I’ve already got there,” you gently pull his hand out and bring it to your mouth to kiss his knuckles that still have his taste on them. “Seeing you mad with pleasure *is* the good part.”

He blushes, breath hitching for a second, fingers twitching against your lips. Probably because he’s irritated at how stubborn you insist on being for no reason, treating him like he’s made of glass.

“It’s fine. I can handle it. It always feels like this.���

“I don’t know what oafs didn’t bother prepping you properly before fucking,” you ease another finger in, “but I know how to treat a treasure when I get my hands on it.”

“I bet you tell it to any pretty face you get into your bed,” he says dismissively, his face showing nothing, but you can feel him tighten around your fingers. You didn’t expect that he’ll react to the offhand remark and even more, try to hide it, so instead of joking in return, you answer seriously.

“Of course not. And you know that you’re so much more than a pretty face.”

He raises an eyebrow with a crooked smile.

“Oh, really? Could I seduce you with my strategic planning skills? My unmatched talent for creating ice bridges?”

It’s weirdly endearing how inconspicuously he tries to fish for compliments, hiding it under sarcasm. He was always so confident and flirty, you didn’t consider that he might be used to giving compliments more than to receiving them, which seems like a terrible oversight on the parts of both society and you.

“Your sparkling charm. Your effortless sharp wit,” you tell him, intentionally without even a hint of irony, while slowly stroking silky tight walls inside of him. “The way you look after people, even when you hate to admit it. How you are smart, funny, capable and lovely. And too proud to admit that you want anything of this recognized.”

He opens his mouth to retort and somehow can’t find any words, gasping for air, his thoughts tangling uselessly as your fingers move faster and faster, your thumb pressing on his clit.

“See, I couldn’t say it to anyone else,” you whisper into his ear, curling your fingers to hit his sweet spot, feel him pulse and buckle his hips. “Because there’s no one like you, Kaeya.”

It’s the way you say his name, low and tender, that finally unravels him. He moans shakily, digs his nails into your shoulders, rocks himself onto your fingers, toes curling on the bedsheets.

“Yeah, baby, just like that, come on.”

You fuck him through the waves of pleasure, until movements of his hips become jerky and erratic. Then you slow down, but don’t pull your fingers out, just lightly circling his clit with your thumb, and his cunt aches, too sensitive and raw after orgasm. He closes his legs, but it just drives your fingers deeper. Instinctively, he reaches out for you, but you catch his wrists with your free hand, pull them up over his head and feel his walls clench.

“Hmm, you like that, don’t you, baby? You should’ve told me beforehand.”

He didn’t know he liked it himself before the very moment current of arousal ran through his body when you grabbed his wrists. Now, as you hold him down, looming over him, fluttery desire is wounding up tightly in the pit of his stomach.

“Isn’t it more fun to discover things for yourself?” he tries to sound nonchalant, but his voice comes out rugged, huskier than usual. “I told you I don’t show all of my cards at once.”

You chuckle, giving him a light kiss, one of your hands gently stroking the tender underside of his wrist and the other - his swollen clit. He looks gorgeous sprawled under you, slender and long-limbed, muscles tensing under the smooth skin, flushed and breathing heavily in the afterglow, his cunt softly throbbing under your caress.

“Well, I could have prepared something if I knew, but I guess we’ll just improvise.”

You tie his hands to the bedframe with his own cape. He can tell it’s strong enough to keep him from struggling, but not too tight to hurt or stop him if he really wanted to get free. He likes that, the binds on his wrists certainly feel good, but he’s not used to this, would hate to feel actually trapped.

You stroke his inner thighs when you spread them, press the head of your strap\cock against his entrance. He watches you slide into him, breathing heavily through parted lips, hands that tied over his head balling up in fists, but from the intensity of the feeling, not the pain.  

“See? Doesn’t it feel better when you’re fully ready and opened up for me?”

He bites his lip and gives you a deliciously wicked grin, his voice dropping almost to a purr. “Fine, I’ll admit… You win this round.”

You catch his mouth and drive your cock deeper inside, until it’s buried to the hilt, and he moans into your kiss, rises up in a shaky, shuddering wave, his knees trembling closed and falling apart again when you start slowly moving your hips.

He rarely gets drunk enough to lose control, even slightly, no matter how much he drinks, and when he does, it’s always a conscious decision, a trade-off to forget himself just for a little while, even if he fully knows he’s going to feel like shit afterwards. Now he arches into you and closes his eyes with the same feeling, but it doesn’t matter. No one takes dirty talk during sex seriously.

“You can do whatever you want to me,” he whispers against your skin, barely audible, all in one breath like taking a shot of firewhiskey, “but tell me that you want me.”

“I want you more than anyone else,” you keep gradually increasing the rhythm of your movements, drink sweet choked gasps from his lips. “I want to take you whole, everything you have,” you reach between the two of you to stroke his clit, and he shudders, his long legs circling your waist to hold you closer. You see his long fingers twitching and reach up with your free arm, cover his tied hands with your own and intertwine your fingers. His breath hitches and he clasps at your hand almost painfully hard, and just for a moment he looks truly vulnerable and raw, no games, no smokes and mirrors.

“Promise me… Tell me that even if…”

He stops himself, shuts his eyes and bites his lip hard enough to draw blood, but the helplessness and yearning in his voice already cuts you like a knife.

“Kaeya, what is it? Tell me, what do you want?” you can feel him closing off no matter how much in your power his body is. “Anything for you, baby, just tell me.”

He comes apart, filled by you, legs tightening around your waist, fingers of his tied hands intertwined with yours, clutching hard enough to make even his tan knuckles whiten. When he’s arching in your arms, he blindly finds your neck with his mouth and lightly grazes it with his teeth, half a kiss and half a bite, leaving just a smudge of blood from his lip. Then he goes slack, his legs falling apart limply, his fingers letting go of you with a final shudder.

You slip out of him, but don’t let go, gently cup his cheek, his unsaid pleas still ringing in your ears.

“Hey, what did you want to say?”

He looks away for a moment, then meets your eyes with his usual easy smile.

“Nothing, You know how people talk gibberish when they’re close.”

Kaeya Part two

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[coffe-and-tea-time]

✿ Introduction to this nonense ✿

Fruit salad: the unexpected romance

Hi! coffee and tea speaking! this blog is purely to write and show all our silly thoughts, so let us speak a little of our main goofy story!

In this story, you are Tomato, a transfer student of the fruits school... yes, it was a surprise for you too, all your life believing you were a vegetable... But, in this school you will be able to make some friends too, right? right?

You meet a lot of interesting fruits here, but one seems to catch your eye more that the others, huh?

so, tell me, have you ever imagined a fruit otome game?

Let's be honest, there's so many bizarre otome games out there that you probably have

at least we have

we shall begin with...

✿ Character introduction:

Orange: they really should give me more vacations...

Coconut: don't get too close to me, freak

Lemon: tch, do whatever you want

Strawberry: yes, I know, I'm perfect, just admit it

Banana: everything's gonna be okay and if not, I'll help you out!

Tangerine: you don't know it yet, but we're already friends

Watermelon: the more the merrier, no matter which fruit you are

Melon:...huh

Green Apple: fruits like you are not worth my time...

Red Apple: we're not so different... I hope you can keep up with me

Pineapple: you're so...interesting, i could stare at you for hours

Green Grape: Shh! Don't rat me out to Mr. Orange!

Purple Grape: you have seen nothing~

Kiwi: Haha, you're very strange, I like it

Avocado: seems like our situation is similar, can we be friends?

Pear: I hope you're not having a hard time, in any case, I'll defend you!

Quite the characters, dont you think?

Yes, i think i already have my favorite..

But... arent we forgotting to mention someone, Tea?

Shush, don't rush it... it'll spoil the fun, coffee

images from pinterest

sorry for misspells, english isn't our first language

#Orange our oc #Coconut our oc #Lemon our oc #Strawberry our oc #Banana our oc #Tangerine our oc #Watermelon our oc #Melon our oc #Green Apple our oc #Red Apple our oc #Pineapple our oc #Green Grape our oc #Purple Grape our oc #Kiwi our oc #Avocado our oc #Pear our oc #Coffee speaking #Tea speaking #writers on tumblr #random #writing #yandere #yandere male #otome #fruity #tsundere #ikemen series #bakadere #ocs #drabble

[nothirstonmain]

Hii, just saw your blog and thought id make a req

I was thinking of something like PV cookie(pure vanilla), stardust cookie, and the prsk boys x fem! reader imagine who loves to steal their clothes and where them, but theryre sneaky abt. Like soemtimes char will randomy notice their clothes go missing, then when they visit readers house, they notice them snuggling in their oversized(for reader ofc) clothes. Also one time they gave them back their clothes bc 'it didn't smell like them anymore'

-lemonade

[ONCE AGAIN I am tapping the "I never have and never will write for fem!reader, i am here to represent us non-women" sign. regardless i'll do this just as gn!reader kk ty hands you This]

[Warnings: like OOC maybe?? Bad grasp on like 4/8 of the characters here. sweats.]

♡ PV doesn't think about much I want to believe. ♡ He just has his mind on the Vanilla Kingdom a lot and also his mind is imagining fluffy scenarios of you and him but shh ♡ So when his clothing starts going missing he doesn't really think much of it ♡ He'll just shrug and pick out something else, it's fine! ♡ However when he finds out you're the culprit? Oh he thinks it's adorable! ♡ Hope you can handle LOTS of compliments, cuddling, flirting, etc. He will drown you in it. ♡ He offers buying you clothes in his size at some point ♡ He'll gladly take back any clothes to put his scent back on them, too. He wants to keep his beloved happy!

♡ Stardust doesn't have many comfy clothes I'd think. Better get creative ♡ He notices missing clothes immediately. Barely anything escapes him- ♡ He goes to ask you about it first, only to find you wearing what he was looking for ♡ Awkward silence for a few moments. Both of you staring at the floor. ♡ "Did you miss me or something..?" ♡ He doesn't really get the appeal of stealing his clothes, but he'll indulge you anyways ♡ He may buy more comfy clothes just for you to steal. Nice! ♡ He doesn't mind all that much, he does feel a bit more at peace when you give the clothes back though..

♡ I like to think Ena steals his clothes too [if i can steal my dad's clothes then Ena can steal Akito's. okay??] ♡ So when something goes missing, he immediately goes to Ena ♡ It was his favorite hoodie, cut him some slack! ♡ But when he searches her closet and under her bed and. does not find the hoodie. he goes to the only other person who'd have access. You! ♡ Surprise he's at your door ♡ He finds you wearing his clothes really cute so he lets you keep them. For a while. ♡ You have to give them back eventually :( ♡ He does, however, leave his hoodies out more! Win! ♡ Now you're fighting Ena for Akito's clothes. Well at least they're comfy. If he finds out about that he'd laugh

♡ Immediately knows it'd be you because who else? ♡ Doesn't care if you steal them. He does however, much like Akito, also find you quite adorable in his clothes. ♡ Unlike Akito, he will actually say that he thinks you're cute. Autism be damned my boy can be upfront about his feels!! ♡ Will also leave out his clothes for you to steal ♡ Offers to wash them for you ♡ Kind of like Stardust he doesn't get why you like it, but he'll indulge if it makes you happy :) ♡ Bonus, he'll give you his closet if you ask. He doesn't mind, I like to think he hordes hoodies and shirts anyways-

♡ Doesn't notice his clothes are missing for a while, his mind's more on his shows and impressing you with them ♡ One day he just. Finds you in a sweater. And it makes so much more sense why he stopped seeing it. ♡ Will LOUDLY proclaim that his beloved co-star is looking ADORABLE. to your possible dismay idk. Saki's offering hugs ♡ Will be the type to take pictures of you two when you're wearing his clothes and post it online so everyone can see how cute you are !! He seems so excited it's hard to keep up with him- ♡ Actively encourages this habit, he loves it ♡ Makes lil jokes about stealing your clothes too. He wouldn't though; they're too small!

♡ He would know immediately ♡ Doesn't matter how well you hide it. He Knows ♡ He'll pretend like he doesn't know until he literally can't ♡ Then comes The Teasing ♡ If you're with Rui?? Romantically??? You have to be used to teasing im not sorry i KNOW everyone says it but he fucking WOULD ♡ When he finally catches you in his clothes he smiles ear-to-ear. Oh God ♡ He'll call you so many pet names, bring you flush against his chest, and then coo at you when you inevitably get really flustered and start blushing up a storm ♡ HIS ASS IS NOT PLAYING FAIR !!!!!!!!!!! ♡ He'll hand over his clothes for you to steal any time you want. With the price of him teasing you ♡ He's fine with it. Very fine with it.

[Requests open ! Rentry with info in pinned :3 also pls reblog if you like my shit likes just do not help]

#nothirstonmain.og #nothirstonmain.purevanilla #nothirstonmain.stardust #nothirstonmain.akito #nothirstonmain.toya #nothirstonmain.tsukasa #nothirstonmain.rui #x reader insert #x reader #genshin x reader #x male reader #x gn reader #gn reader #project sekai x you #prosekai x reader #project sekai x reader #pjsekai x reader #tsukasa x reader #tsukasa tenma x y/n #tsukasa tenma x you #tsukasa tenma x reader #tsukasa x y/n #rui kamishiro x y/n #rui kamishiro x you #rui kamishiro x reader #kamishiro rui x reader #rui x reader #toya x reader #toya x y/n #toya aoyagi x reader

[masivechaos]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ astronomy tower date! - masivechaos' 300 followers celebration

thank you all so much! i don't know how i managed to gather 300 little humans. y'all make me happier every day. but anyways i'm terrible with words so here's my first celebration! i'm so excited!!

-> rules: everyone can participate (followers, non-followers, anons)! send as many ask as you want but send just one event per ask! keep in mind i have school so some things can be late.

-> fandoms: marauders & golden era | dead poets society | stranger things | the maze runner

-> characters: sirius, james, remus, regulus, lily, marlene | neil, todd, charlie, knox, pitts, meeks, cameron | eddie, steve, robin | gally, newt, minho

celebration open from 11/07 to 11/20!

CELEBRATION IS CLOSED!

★ cassiopeia! - send me a character + a situation -> i'll make a mood board + assign it a song!

★ orion! - send me a character + a prompt/situation -> i'll write a little blurb!

★ canis major! - send me a character + a concept -> i will write some headcanons about it!

★ centaurus! - send me the link to a fic you've written -> i will tell you my favourite parts and lines!

★ crux! - kiss/marry/kill, this or that... (pls not cym it stressed me)!

★ carina! - tell me about yourself -> i'll assign you to a random thing in my room!

moots! (some of you are here only for a couple hours but shh) :

@dead-pcets @natashxromanovf @ell0ra-br3kk3r @robynlilyblack @neilperrysflannelshirt @mediocre-daydreams @omenhel @puppy-coded @duxpuella @ughgclden @natti-ice @justahawkinsgirl @gilmore-angel @mendesxruel @fxllfaiiry @sw34terw34ther @spideymatcha @garfieldsladybird @forourmoons @songs4themoon @fairydxll @loveeharrington @night-sky-full-of-stars @cremexcoffee @juneberrie @foralwaysandforever @violetteshoneybee @heartfucks @jackys-stuff-blog @spookydarkwitch @vintagepearlss @applebittenn @finneysbaseball @spideypnk @mad-elia @goodoldfashionedluvergirl @wandastrophybf @evermoreal

#ੈ✩‧₊˚ masivechaos 300 followers #follower celebration #marauders #harry potter #dead poets society #stranger things #the maze runner

[tinyozlion]

Parsing Gundam Wing: 

A Field Guide to a Classic Anime

So, you’re watching Gundam Wing.

Maybe you’re seeing it for the first time, maybe you’re returning to it as a fan of yore, maybe, like me, you’re trying to introduce it to a friend. Perhaps you are watching the English dub, or with English subtitles– doesn’t matter. There’s only one script for both. You’re trying to make it through the first episode, and oh baby, oh baby– What is this pacing? Who are these people? Why do they talk like that? What the fuck is a battle seed? Yes, the robots are cool, but the rest seems like a cursed soap opera. You are understandably hesitant to continue.

 This is normal. 

Take my hand. Shh, shh, come to my arms. You are safe now. I’m here to help. Welcome, brave explorer, to a classic 90's anime that once took America by storm. It’s very good. No, really, I promise, it’s very good.

Now, I can’t promise that you’ll love it! If the Space Opera And Ethics Course With Hot People and Robot Fights genre isn't for you, that's fine, take some hummus and go in peace my friend.

But the rest of you… we are brothers now.

Gundam Wing was lightning in a bottle when it first came out in North America, but even if that particular explosive debut will never come again, I think there’s still a wealth of enjoyment to be had for new fans– especially if like me you love stories that have a lot of depth, a lot of crunch, a lot of rewatch value, a lot of iterative shipping possibilities.

I realize that we live in an era of total media saturation; the notion of investing time in ANYTHING new these days is a tough sell. There are infinitely many things to watch, read, play, listen to-- so how do you justify getting into something that’s kinda old and a little janky? With some parts that haven’t aged as well as others? Something that maybe takes a bit of extra participation to get into?

...As a spoonful of medicine to help ease the media-fatigue, let me share with you something that I've found true in my life: rough edges invite you to participate in creation.

Stories that invite (or demand, or beg) you to participate in them have their own unique value, completely distinct from the value of those that satisfy you immediately; they will reward you for investing in them your time, your creativity, your curiosity.

And I think this is one of those stories! I genuinely want more people to play in this sandbox with me! So, here I am, making a blog about it.

--This is my guidebook to getting into Gundam Wing. It is intended to be a sort of companion, a primer-- maybe a walkthrough? An invitation? to this complex and juicy series.

This won't be a fan wiki-- those already exist, thank goodness, and people can check those out for themselves-- rather, I'd like to make this a repository of context and insight, and to fill in those troublesome missing pieces in the show that are big stumbling blocks to understanding what's going on!

I want to give you what I didn’t have when I started this series back in anno domini two-thousand-and-naught:

All the damn information.

Naturally, there will be more drawings, memes, crabs, very stupid gifs, and probably some crying throughout. And you have my word that I will try and present this in a comprehensive, inclusive, character-agnostic way.

...That said, I am not stealthy! I cannot possibly disguise the fact that I’ve given exponentially more thought to certain characters than to others. You will almost certainly be able to tell when you’ve encountered my Blorbos, my Special Interests--

(Shh, Tinylion! Back in your teapot!)

--But! Look into my eyes. Here is an Absolute, Unwavering Truth about me:

I love, or at least love something about, Every. Single. Character in Gundam Wing. and I will do my absolute damndest to give them each their due diligence, because they're worth it, and so are you.

Thank you for coming, I hope you enjoy whatever you find here ♥

~ Wesley, and to a lesser extent, TinyLion

#Parsing Post #Gundam Wing #TinyOZlion #tinyozlion pgw

[xxsycamore]

(requests are now closed)

𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘔𝘺 𝘝𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦‼️

—❥ 𝐱𝐱𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝟏𝟎𝟎𝟎 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!! The holiday of love is here, and I thought, what better time to hold a milestone celebration event so we can celebrate both at the same time!

On April 21st, 2022 my blog reached 1,000 followers. Thank you so much for all the love and support that you've shown me so far and I can only hope you'd stick around for everything that is yet to come ❤ Some of you might remember me being in shadowban during last summer - this event was meant to be held during that window of free time but I didn't get that chance - and I've actually hit several new mini-milestones since then, but either way, I didn't want to miss my 1000 followers celebration! I will be waiting for you to join me by putting a request in my inbox 🥺❤ Ily all! ✨A small surprise: you can request for IkeVil characters as well as for the ikeseries MCs ✨

↪ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎: Pick a prompt and send me an ask with the emoji and a character of your choice. These are going to be short interactions with the character! Not a specific word count but my point is learning how to write short things 😂 Hope you can help me with that! So, you're basically getting the reaction of said character when presented (by YOU) with the item/activity of the prompt. NOTE: i'd LOVE it if you get creative with those - almost each one in the list can be personalized - tell me what flowers are you giving them, what pick-up line would you use on them, what date would you invite them to, what song would you serenade them with, maybe even write the contents of your love letter! Ofc, being vague is just as fine!

↪ 𝚂𝚘, 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜: "Can I have 🍫 with Chevalier?" ; "Giving Leonardo a 🌼"; "😘 but run immediately after, with Gilbert"; "How would Masamune react if I serenade him with (song name and artist)?"

↪ 𝚄𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, this time I'm not crossing out anything - I'll be writing as many requests of the same character as I get and as many of the same prompt as I get. You can send a maximum of three requests. I will continue getting requests for as long as I feel like, but it would be a few days maximum. I expect to be able to go through your request fast but I can't promise anything!! Old requests are still going to get written once I get to them, rest assured!

I plan on surprising you with a little something once the event is closed and I can see which character got the most requests 🤫 And if everything goes well, we can repeat this event for White Day but with things swapped around between you and the character. Shh, who said that?

Waiting to see what you put in my inbox 👁👁 Have fun!

𝗚𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗠:

🌹 - A single red rose

🌼- A symbolic small flower

🍫- Home-made chocolate

😘- A kiss on the cheek

🫂- A warm hug

💌- A love letter

🎁- A box of chocolates

💐- A bouquet of their favorite flowers

🧵- A hand-made craft

🧸 - An animal plushie that reminds you of them

𝗢𝗥:

😏- Use a corny pick-up line on them

🟫 - Kabedon them against the nearest wall

🍬- Slip heart-shaped candy in their pocket

📜- Cite a love poem to them

💃- Pull them in for a dance when noone else is around

🥺 - Ask them how much they love you

🤲- Do the classic "Can you hold something for me" - giving them your hand

💋 - Pull them in for a sudden fierce kiss

🎼- Serenade them with a love song

👒- Invite them on a date

Characters:

NEW: Ikemen Villains: Wiliam; Harrison; Liam; Elbert; Alfons; Roger; Jude; Ellis; Victor DISCLAIMER: based only on vibes (and everything we know about them so far from their first teaser); can turn out to be OOC! doing it just for fun 🥺

NEW: Ikeseries MCs: Mitsuki (Ikevamp); Alice (Ikerev); Mai (Ikesen); Emma (Ikepri)

Ikemen Prince: Leon; Chevalier; Yves; Nokto; Licht; Jin; Luke; Clavis; Rio; Sariel; Gilbert; Keith; Silvio NEW: Cyran/Cyril

Ikemen Vampire: Napoleon(pls); Leonardo; Mozart; Arthur; Vincent; Theo; Isaac; Jean; Dazai; Sebastian; Comte; Shakespeare; Vlad; Faust; Charles; NEW: Drake; Galileo (can be OOC)

Ikemen Revolution: Lancelot; Ray; Jonah; Fenrir; Edgar; Sirius; Kyle; Luka; Zero; Seth; Blanc; Oliver; Loki; Harr; Mousse; Dalim; Dean; Levie

Ikemen Sengoku: Nobunaga; Masamune; Shingen; Hideyoshi; Mitsuhide; Kanetsugu; NEW(first time writing for): Ieyasu; Mitsunari; Yukimura; Sasuke; Kenshin; Kenyo; Ranmaru; Motonari; Keiji; Kicho; Yoshimoto

Midnight Cinderella: Alyn; Giles; Louis; Leo; Byron; Nico; Albert; Robert; Rayvis; Sid

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen revolution #ikerev #ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikemen villains #ikevil #midnight cinderella #midcin #ikemen series #ikeseries #cybird #For you My Valentine - xxsycamore's 1000 followers celebration party #ikevamp mc #ikepri mc #ikesen mc

[sirthisisa-wendys]

✨MAJOR BLOG UPDATES ✨

First of all: thank you all for hearing my requests for greetings. I am so thankful that you take the time to address me like a human. You guys are the freaking BEST followers.

Thank you for being here. I love you. You all are perfect just the way you are!

This little blog has EXPLODED since it's humble beginnings in February 2021. It's been almost two years since I wrote "Song of Songs" for Taiju Shiba in June of 2021 and over two years since I wrote my first post, "A Sweet Symphony", for Geto Suguru on the first of March. It's been an incredible journey, and I only see more coming down the pipe! I have almost five thousand followers *long squeal*, and many of you love to request things. With that many people, here comes some reminders! (No, I'm not scolding you. I love you. Shh... don't worry.)

I am officially stepping back from writing for the following series: Demon Slayer (I don't watch it anymore), Attack on Titan (the well has run dry for me), and the MCU. If requested, unfortunately, these requests will not be answered.

Jujutsu Kaisen will also see a minor scale-back, but only because my main fixation is Tokyo Revengers. I have puh-lenty of content for JJK, and thus, it will be a "Once in a Blue Moon" type of post.

I will be redoing the Tokyo Revengers masterlist (here comes the hurricane, b****) with links to my archive for each character. This is a WIP, so be patient. I'll send out the "All Clear" when construction is over!

MOST IMPORTANTLY: I have over 50 requests in my inbox CONSTANTLY. There is no longer any such thing as a "good time” to send in a request. Send it in now! Your ideas are highly valued here, and I keep many of them in my inbox until I feel like I have the chops to tackle them. It is incredibly rare for me to get a request and answer it in the same day since I have a full-time job, a book I'm writing, and many little things that otherwise occupy my time. I love you. I love your ideas. I love your crazy, funny, angsty brains. And every post I put out is a creative baby I try to carry to full term. I'll be as quick as I can with the requests, but just know it'll take some time.

I know that was a lot to read, but thanks for reading it anyways. I'll be attaching this to my masterlist as I clean up and make this blog brand new.

LOVE AND LIGHT ALWAYS (It's been a hot minute since I used that closing...)

❤️✨Wendy✨❤️

#tokyo revengers #blog updates #rules #policies #under construction

[justauthoring]

JustAuthorings 30K Follower Celebration

First off, I just want to say a huge thank you to you guys :)

I started this blog six years ago, funnily enough as a Walking Dead blog (now look at me) and I never would’ve thought I’d ever reach 30K followers. I know not all are active but still, it means the absolute world to me and even if I’m not as active as I used to be, I always look back at this blog with pride and warmth in my heart.

Secondly, I wanted to do a celebration! This was something I did for my 14K follower celebration and I’ve decided to do it again now for my 30K follower celebration with anime instead!

I will list 30 characters below and 30 prompts — your job is to choose one prompt and one character and then write a oneshot based off of it!

Here are the rules:

Please tag your oneshot with the tag — “justauthorings30kcelebration”.

Please tag all oneshots appropriately.

Smut is allowed but tag and warn appropriately.

Send me an ‘ask’ of the character and prompt you want so I can cross it off on here and nobody requests something twice.

Stay off anon when sending in your ask. I need to know your username so I know who to give the prompt and character to and so I can find your imagine when it’s done.

First come first serve for both prompts and characters.

A timeline will be provided once all characters and prompts are chosen (or until I feel no more are being chosen lol).

Must be a reader insert.

Must no less then 500 words.

Please tag me in your oneshot when posting it.

Here are the characters you can choose from:

Bachira Meguru - @hoesplay

Nagi Seishiro - @kawaii-angelanne

Itoshi Rin

Isagi Yoichi

Oikawa Tooru

Bokuto Koutarou

Atsumu Miya

Hinata Shoyo

Jean Kirstein

Levi Ackerman

Eren Jaeger

Bakugou Katsuki - @sleepyrayray

Kirishima Eijirou - @minninugget

Kakashi Hatake

Shikamaru Nara

Madara Uchiha

Itachi Uchiha

Yuji Itadori

Megumi Fushiguro

Gojo Satoru - @wallflowerdowned

Inumaki Toge

Aki Hayakawa - @cocomellxn

Denji - @1sainted1

Rengoku Kyojuro

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Chifuyu Matsuno

Hanma Shuji

Ken “Draken” Ryuguji

Sano “Mikey” Manjiro

L Lawliet

Here are the prompts:

“Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go.” - @minninugget

“I think I might be falling in love with you.”

“You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this.”

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.” - @wallflowerdowned

“If I could, I would kiss away all your scars.”

“It’s really not that complicated.” - @kawaii-angelanne

“I thought you were dead.”

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?”

“He’s so pretty I think I’m going to faint.”

“You were always first priority to me.”

“I never stood a chance, did I?”

“Give me a chance. Just one chance.”

“Try to stay quiet, okay?”

“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”

“You weren’t supposed to hear that.”

“Looks like we’ll be stuck here for a while.”

“Blame me all you want.”

“You always duck away when you smile.”

“Can you keep holding my hand please?” - @1sainted1

“You’re hurting me.”

“Just talk to me, please.”

“Do you love them?”

“How many times am I supposed to forgive you?”

“Stop pushing everyone away.”

“You look better in my clothes then I do.”

“I thought you’d never ask.” - @cocomellxn

“We could run away.” - @hoesplay

“You’re such an idiot. My idiot, but still.” - @sleepyrayray

“You haven’t been yourself lately.”

This post will be updated and reblogged as the prompts and characters are chosen.

I cannot wait to see what you all come up with :$

#justauthorings30kspecial #bachira meguru x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #itoshi rin x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #oikawa toru x reader #bokuto koutaro x reader #atsumu miya x reader #hinata shoyo x reader #jean kirstein x reader #eren jaeger x reader #levi ackerman x reader #yuji itadori x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #gojo satoru x reader #inumaki toge x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #kakashi hatake x reader #itachi uchiha x reader #madara uchiha x reader #shikamaru nara x reader #aki hayakawa x reader #denji x reader #sanemi shinazugawa x reader #rengoku kyoujurou x reader #chifuyu matsuno x reader #draken x reader #mikey x reader #hanma shuji x reader

[factorialsotherfandoms]

Okay so exactly one person gave me permission, and I know its my blog and all but shh, so xcom qsmp crossover au and egg hours! TW for various flavours of physical and emotional child abuse and severe neglect by the evil parties towards the eggs.

The eggs form the biggest divergence from xcom2 plot, at least of the bits during actual gameplay. With no Commander (Felps takes the place of being rescued kickstarting the plot, but he's no tactical genius), the Avatars do not need to be possess-able... By player characters, at least. Also, there's no 'wouldn't it be cool to send you with them' reason to have the avatar need to walk into the final portal to hold it open and take the fight underwater. To open the Gate the eggs will just help out, and stay shipside to keep it open.

Instead, the eggs take the place of the Avatar bodies. Just like in XCOM2 they are genetically engineered almost-humans, created mostly for the psionic capabilities, who were synthesised to serve as hosts for the dying elders. However, unlike in game, they are fully sentient. When the elders possess them (and some from the same experiment have been possessed in the past!), the personality and person they were is just killed. There is no saving them unlike a mind control - their entire spirit and consciousness is yeeted out of their body. Luckily for the eggs we love, the Elders will not possesses one until they're at least adult human height.

(Each one also has a different genetic make-up, the alien components and things like their hair and eyes customised to the Elder they were created for's tastes)

With their psionic abilities, the eggs have a low level telepathy between all of them. They cannot tell the difference between asleep, unconscious, and dead - Dapper has some idea, but even he is not entirely /reliable/ - but whenever the others are awake they are aware of each other, sharing some level of emotions. More importantly however they can feed from someone's "psionic energy" (its basically mana pool slash life force), so long as they have formed a bond, allowing them to heal much better than a normal human. The Elders intended to use this to make themselves borderline immortal - the eggs use it to survive (egg is how they are referred to by the aliens, with 'hatching' being when they are possessed. The first group to be found it was written on their cages and their parents just went with it at first).

As for bonding with adults - this is for a few reasons. The first is to make it easier to heal themselves, the second is because a lot of the eggs we love have been rejected for one reason or another by the Elders as hosts and some need the bond to stabilise their own souls, the third because its comforting, the fifth because they get sick without it, and the last because without the psionic energy they physically cannot develop or grow. I highlight this last one - they need to eat and drink to live, but to develop they need life energy. The aliens had been the equivalent of injecting them with it, made from souped up humans, causing them to grow very fast. Using a connection to one or more humans and just taking what they need will have them grow at a rate similar to a human child instead. Some level of proximity to their human is required for this to work, however, and it is painful for both the parent and child to be separated too long. For the eggs doing this is instinctual, and many of them don't realise they would need to ask.

Prior to being named by their parents the eggs refer to each other by number - dead eggs have their numbers assigned to new ones, but the eggs themselves will amend 'a, b, c' to ones who are dead to distinguish between each other. This uses their names for simplicity's sake.

So now some bits on the specific eggs:

Chayanne - eldest of the surviving eggs. He's the only one who was around for every single egg which has already died (whether via possession or being discarded as a failure), and the absences where siblings used to be makes him deeply, deeply protective of the rest. His psionic bond with Tallulah is incredibly strong, to the point they can use actual word telepathy, but he was supposed to have that strength with everyone - with the others he just has passive awareness. He was originally designed for the chief of the Elders to possess, but because his psionic bonds are lopsided was sent to the Assassin as a plaything. When she remembers he and Bobby exist they were punching bags, but mostly they were just forgotten about. The Elders still planned to use them both as hosts, just for lesser members of their number, hence sending them out to the Assassin rather than keep in the very limited space bunker. When they hear shit going on upstairs they break each other out and decide to cause trouble.

Dapper - one of the triplets, and orchestrated their escape. When Chayanne was deemed a failure, Dapper was created for the same role. She was in the alien's underwater base, but became aware of the intended purpose for the eggs. When they did he gathered the two others present and managed to get them out. The portal trip, however, fried all three of them's memories a little, such that they don't remember why they were so scared. Of the group he is the most magically sensitive and has the greatest general command of the psionic bond, able to tell the difference between asleep, unconscious, and dead.

Ramon - He was never quite sure why one day Dapper broke into his cell and told him to run, but he did. It was Ramon who first learnt how to hack the Gate to let them out, though he'd need a lot of experimenting time to remember. Like Dapper and Leo he's found lost around The Gate, memory fucked but clinging to his siblings. He's not a failure or especially interesting in any way from the Elder's point of view, but leaving a bored child in a room fully of alien tech is a great way to get a tiny supervillian.

Leo - The Elders' favourite, and she hates it. Perfect little host who can do no wrong, a matter she absolutely uses to get shit for herself and the others with her. Seems passive at first, but is more cowed than anything - out of the Gate was killing shit left and right to keep themself and their brothers free, getting them an escape, but the moment something with authority appeared got thrown. Was the distraction so Ramon and Dapper could get the Gate open, and ran away with them.

Bobby - The psionics really did not take for him, making him a bit useless to the Elders, but he's a feisty little guy so he was given to the Assassin to train as a guard, or perhaps when he grows up another of the Chosen himself. He doesn't get much opportunity to be adventurous or protective, as mostly he's just locked in a cell with Chayanne and abandoned. When he isn't, he's more being beaten than trained - the Assassin is not a teaching sort. He's been under her care longer than Chayanne, having been written off very quickly (early enough that the Elders were still trying to find uses for their right offs, rather than just killing them). It was Bobby who convinced Chayanne to use the chaos to break out

JuanaFlippa - For a long time, JuanaFlippa managed to hide her terrible eyesight with an uncanny awareness of the world, and the ability to feel it out with her psionic powers. It was eventually noticed, however, because eyesight that bad is hard to hide. Like a good number of her siblings JuanaFlippa was sent to the Hunter to use as target practice - only three of them have survived this long. How long none of them are sure, but this long. Of the three JuanaFlippa takes the lead, plotting to steal the Hunter's gun with Tilin and get revenge. It won't work, but that won't stop her.

Tilin - Sent to the Hunter at the same time as JuanaFlippa. He doesn't know why she was deemed flawed, but for some reason he was (desired alien traits did not take properly, and undesirable ones did). They are close friends who do their best to cover each other's flaws to keep each other alive as they're hunted for sport. Tallulah is new and Tilin is a little scared of her, but doing his best. When they get time off from being chased - the Hunter has many duties, after all - Tilin is usually the one patching everyone up.

Tallulah - The youngest surviving egg in the Hunter's care. Her poor hearing was discovered very early, but overlooked when they realised the strength of her psionic bond with Chayanne - strong enough to actually communicate. However, even with every sort of training from kind to torturous she could not make it transfer to anyone else, and in some of the physical stuff her asthma was discovered. At that point, she was deemed a failure, and sent to the Hunter. There she met JuanaFlippa and Tilin, and the three do their best to look after each other - Chayanne, too, using their telepathy to do the very little he actually can. Of the three she has the hardest time with being chased, but is by far the best at hiding.

Richarlyson - Richarlyson's creation was flawed, leaving him with a missing leg. The Elders immediately wrote him off as an option, seeking only perfection, and made another. The Warlock asked for him, wanting to experiment a little on a completely blank slate - something he couldn't obtain with the other rejects, as they were a little older when their flaws noticed. Same as his siblings he was still forced to grow fast, though with the intent of making him a test subject and living battery to power the Warlock's magic. It is probably fortunate that being constantly severely drained of life-energy made it difficult to impossible for Richarlyson to form full memories of his time as a test subject, though like all of the eggs he does suffer somewhat from it.

Pomme - Unlike Richarlyson, Pomme remembers everything. Her psionic abilities were a little weak at the time of her creation, but not so weak as to deem her useless - as such she was handed to the Warlock, the alien's psionics specialist, to train them. At first she was willing to be his little apprentice, but seeing what he did to Richarlyson made her deeply protective and turn on her master. They both know she's turned, but neither has yet raised the point - Pomme continues running around in his steps, and training with what weapons she can find to sometime break her little brother out. Thankfully, they are rescued before she has to use it. Her time as an apprentice was still horrific, but because it lacked the physical component she doesn't recognise it in the same way.

Trump - One of the older eggs, but the Elder he was intended for died, so he has just kind of been left. The other Elders did not want to take Trump's body, considering him as the corpse of one of their own. They stopped giving him psionic juice, though the Federation Workers in the lab would feed him just enough food and water to survive. Nothing more, nothing less, just alive. Because of this he's both physically and mentally less developed than the other eggs his age, and everything he knows is either something accidentally shared through the bond (writing is a big one for all of them), or the lab itself. He does know where the successful eggs are kept, though, there is that. Just. He's also starving.

Allie (A1) - In the same lab as Trump there is a stasis chamber. In the stasis chamber is a completed - perfected - egg, being kept frozen for the last few weeks before she's ready for possession - after all the runaways, their near completed eggs are kept under tighter lock and key. Trump knows about it, he saw her be taken in there. She's skittish and quiet and easily cowed, but none of that matters to the Elders who intend to erase her very self.

Memory - Memory was discarded a long time ago, though they didn't realise it at the time. In the eyes of the Elders their flaws are many, having been one of the earliest eggs, back before the technique was reliable. They were kept for a little while, usable to sustain an Elder's life at least even if they would not work as a long term solution - but discarded when everything became more reliable. By discarded I mean transferred to another facility, placed in a cell, and told to wait there. So they waited, and waited, and with the scraps of paper they had with them at the time wrote a diary. Drink from the puddle, eat the bugs and the dirt, but it's not enough to survive on long term. Eventually they passed out from a combination of starvation and dehydration, still clutching at the papers.

#qsmp x xcom #the bonding bit feels poorly explained blegh #hope that makes sense my brain turned off multiple times

[garfieldsladybird]

Principal, Garfield Ladybird.

Welcome to Bird High School!! I am of class 2025 and i am in my 10th year, just starting… shh dont tell anyone im not a teacher.. :))

I know this is a small school BUT we have 300 people here!!! its still a growing number!! and I honestly can’t wait to see what I do with this school blog <33 I wanna do so much and I know I haven’t done a lot, i’ve been having a lot of writers block but hopefully this will help being me back!! i mean the thing that got me to post and actually write a piece of fanfiction was the celebration I had for 100 and I honestly am really excited!! :D

THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I love every single one of you!! :DD  you all are amazing!! AND to all of my mutuals, i love youu <33 && thank you, every single one of you have been an idol to me, even if we dont talk or talk a lot. I am so happy I get a be moots with so many amazing people <33. MUAH 😽

rules — you can send in as many asks as you want, but make sure you send them separately! feel free to spam my inbox tho!!

I write both nsfw and sfw, though I haven’t posted anything smut wise. please send the drama class one separately if you have multiple ideas and/or different characters. you can send more than one, just know that it might take me time. 

anyone can participate (mutuals, followers, non-followers, anons) but please be patient :D

navigation // fandoms+characters // requesting info.

ask away ?? <33

🫣 orientation; meet your friends • ask games!!! — cast your moots, would you rather, & fuck, marry, kill. && just ask me anything!!

🔒 locker combination; 616 • i’m getting a locker this year, so let’s make you one!! — send me this and I will make a moodboard based off the vibes you give me!! :)

📓 drama class; screenwriter • let me write your act while you do the work, huh ;) — give me a character(s) and an idea of what you want me to write (if you don’t, tell me if you want angst, fluff or smut, can also be weed related), and ill write it!!

📚 library; i’ve maxed out my book limit • so ill tell you who would be your lover, best friend, and enemy/rival!! — send in a description about yourself; personality, appearance too if you'd like, gender preference & fandom.

🏃🏻‍♀️ pe class; uncomfortable shorts & a baggy t-shirt • but at least you get to listen to music!! — i’ll give you a song from my playlist that reminds me of you & your blog <3

📝 math class; i’m actually good in math • not really, but i could be :)) — make an assumption about me and I'll tell you if you're right or wrong!!

ask away ?? <33

‎© 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽𝗌𝗅𝖺𝖽y𝖻𝗂𝗋𝖽 300 😽😽 — ​@ garfields 300.

#how to put three dividers because the stupid readmore thing duplicating my paragraph #i ​fucking hate the read more thing #I already took so much room I’m going to tag the moots in a separate post #in a reblog #BUT ANYWAYS THANK YOU FOR 300 #garfields milestones #@ garfields 300.

[demonichikikomori]

AND THE RESULTS ARE IN FROM OUR POLLS AND PIE CHARTS!

I would like to take a moment to thank everyone who came and voted in the form! This event could not have been done without all of your help! I have another event that will be announced on New Years' at midnight or 01.01.23 as the date... This one has a bit of a Sour theme to it... But that's enough stalling!

The Winner of Twisted Wonderland's Kinktober ‘22's vote is…

JAMIL VIPER, VICE HOUSEWARDEN OF SCARABIA!

with a total of = (63) Votes!!

I'm very excited to write for Jamil after sneaking into his fanclub meetings! Shh… Don't tell Ruggie!

Our Top 5 Runner Ups!:

Idia Shroud: 55

Ruggie Bucchi: 53

Malleus Draconia: 40

The Tweels: 34

Azul Ashengrotto: 32

It was so interesting seeing all the votes starting to roll in at first and see the pie charts change and see what those who visit my blog want to see most, and that would be the lovely Jamil Viper. It was honestly a shock at first that a character like Malleus or even Leona who are some very popular characters in the fandom didn't get that many votes. But I'm excited for such a difference to be made! I'll do Jamil justice the best that I can! Especially after recently finishing Snakes Whisper! (which was very fun to write thank you again anon)

The full creation for Kinktober '22 will be posted and shared on October 1st to my Ao3 account and a chapter will be updated each day for 31 Days.

And now for our 31 Days of Smutty Prompts!

Dry Humping - A quick encounter that got a little handsy…

Face Fucking - He has a lot of pent up stress, be a doll and let him use that slutty throat of yours?

Begging - He’s not one to beg for it, but with all of this teasing he can't take anymore.

Masturbation - You catch him in the act! Feeling brave enough to join him?

Overstimulation - The feeling is just too much...

Praising - He tells you how you’re such a well behaved servant!

Punishment - You pissed him off… Enjoy the consequences…

Mirror Sex - He wants to show you how pretty the faces you make are when you orgasm.

Orgasm Control - He is in control of all parts of your body, even when you can and cannot cum.

Face Sitting - As much as he loves being in control, why don't you shut him up for a bit?

Lingerie - Won't you dress up so pretty for him?

Deep Throating - Can you take it all?

Role Play - You do have a safe word, but it isn’t ‘stop’ or ‘no’…

Food Play - You heard the term 'don't play with your food' as a child, but you're an adult now...

Spanking - You aren't actually in trouble but it sure feels like it.

Toys - You and him decide to play with a few toys…

Uniform Kink - There was a 'Cosplay' event for the upcoming Holiday. And he's wearing a very attractive outfit...

Morning Sex - Even though it's so early, why not start the day right?

Phone Sex - You can't meet up, so you decide to make use of the phone you were given.

Clitwarming - He wants to twirl you around in his mouth like a pretty candy.

Cockwarming - You decide to tease him, by not moving.

Blindfold - He wants to see how well you do without your eyes.

Dirty Talk - He's feeling a little more talkative during foreplay...

Fingerfucking - You commented on how pretty his hands are, he wants a little more vocal appreciation.

Thigh Riding - You're horny. He's busy. Figure it out.

Wet Dream - Your dream got a little intense, or maybe it isn't a dream?

Semi-Public Sex - You just can't keep your hands to yourselves! Thankfully there's an empty classroom available.

Hair Pulling - He has plenty for you to pull on and yank around. Go ahead!

Accidental Stimulation - You didn't mean for it to go as far as it did...

Pool/Sea Sex - You feel a little frisky enjoying the pretty white sandy beach.

Aftercare - Ending on a softer note, this is how he does with aftercare!

I hope I am able to satisfy what you’re looking for during the 31 Lustfilled Days, of Kinktober ‘22

#kinktober 2022 #writing challenge #ao3 stuff #demonic events

[actualbird]

hihi zak, hope youre doing well

its the anon who said they werent a luke stan (yet)

well. you see. i just.

I think personal story 4 did it for me. Converted me. i was shattered. broken. i said before i couldnt think about Luke without being sad, well, now i Cannot Stop Thinking About Him. he has suddenly infested my brain and will not leave. like those worms inside of apples(why is that a thing anyway?? do worms actually live in apples????). THE VOICE ACTING.THE CRYING?? THE. HIM. i swear i almost burst into tears. he. i. he cares so much.. And. i. ykno. i care he. how. how does he. im distraught. Special thanks to Aaron Yishmir for Keeping Me Sane. i wont go into details bc this would be much MUCH longer and also spoilers for the poor people looking at your blog. But know i am Feeling Things and they go from Joy to Sad to me becoming reminiscent of a rabid animal(in a good way).

he’s currently sitting at 2nd place(more like 1.5 but shh). Unfortunately i Can’t make fun of him for being ridiculously Down Bad (since he’s probably been dealing with these emotions since he was a kid + also 8 years of yearning and distance+ whatever other sad complex he’s come up with in his head. he gets a pass.) like i can with Vyn, so he sits all pretty with deep care and appreciation from me at 2nd place. You were right, he can get ya. Beware of The Luke, he Strikes without Warning or Hesitation.

sorry this was long yet again, hope u have a lovely day/night !! ty for coming to my long rant of the day. -K

hello, anon!! i want to first tell you how Delightful this ask was to get. seeing those first three lines, so succinct and simple, followed by two wonderfully chunky paragraphs.

i now diagnose you with Luke Pearce Worms In The Brain. if theres a cure, i sure as hell dont know it, ive been like this for nearly a wholeass year JHVKAJSHKFAJSH

RIGHT!! RIGHT, HIS PERSO STORY 4 WENT SO HARD...ive been going crazy about the jp dub but ive also heard the cn dub and Hoo Boy, The Lake Scene goes JUST AS HARD THERE. i assume all of the VAs across the language dubs were given the key direction "you need to break people's hearts here. absolutely shatter them. disintegrate them with your performance" and they all went Aight and flexed tf outta their voice acting prowess

aaron is such a king and also truly the funniest side character and my Favorite, i wanna explore how he'd interact with the rest of the team cuz this story made me realize hes like. SO MUCH WEIRDER THAN I HAD INITIALLY THOUGHT AHVSKJFHSVKJFHA. when my brain decides it wants to write fic again, i gotta make aaron fic where hes weirder. i need this for my wellbeing

anyhoo, luke really GETS YA. even if he doesnt become a fave, his stories are just really really great and they hit hard in so many ways that i am also becoming a rabid animal along with u <3

and no worries about ask length!! especially if it's about luke. i Adore This Dude, i'd read kilometers of text if it's related to him JHVAKJHVFKJAH

#k!anon #im not actually sure if i tagged ur previous asks as this but i'll start now! :DDD #asks

[acrowamongsparrows]

A Crow Among Sparrows

A Witcher OC Roleplay Blog

“Gather round now,” came the calm voice of the bard as he pulled up a chair, a smile on his face as the patrons young came to sit before him.  He wore a thick blue coat that seemed to have seen many more seasons than lined his own face.  The green eyes bright with mirth but hiding a deep wild sadness that he obviously did his best to push aside. “Who here knows what a Witcher is?”

“A monster!”  One voice piped up with an agreeance of murmurs from the other children.

The bard tilted his head thoughtfully, listening to the gibbering of the kids before perking up as he pointed to one of them.  “You!  What did you say?”

The other children stopped talking and turned to look at a small girl who looked suddenly very shy as the red grew in her face to match her hair.  She tried her best to whisper and hide.

“Come on no, don’t be afraid.  Say it again.”  The bard insisted, his smile welcoming as he leaned forward.

Gulping hard she would speak louder now, her face growing more crimson by the second.  “They’re not monsters.”

“Why?”

“Because,” she looked at the other kids again and then back into the green eyes.  “They kill them.”

The bard nodded sagely at her words and sat up straight again.  “You are correct.  They hunt the monsters.”

“My da says they bring all the bad stuff,” a boy interjected.

“Bad stuff?  Like what?”  The green eyes gave the young girl reprieve as he turned to the boy now, arching a brow at him.

“Like..like...monsters!” The child hesitated at first being caught on the spot, the others giggling before answering the question as well.

“Vampires!”

“Wolfmen!”

“Skeletons!”

“Milkmaids!”

“Dragons!”

The bard nodded again as he mentally took in their words, tapping his chin in deep thought.  “Wow, that’s a lot of ‘bad’ stuff.  So how do you get rid of them?”

The kids stopped as they thought about it.

“You,” the crimson faced girl again hesitated but found herself emboldened by the bards calling her initially.  “You call a Witcher.”

Smile wide with bits of off-white teeth showing, the bard would look back to them as even a few of the older crowd were turning to watch now.  “Ah there you go now.  You call a witcher to deal with the monsters.”

“And then you toss em-,” a little began to the first bars to a VERY familiar song.

“Shh!” A nearby child ribbed him with a frown as the story was set to begin.

Rising up to his feet the blue coated bard would crack his neck and stretch his arms above him, ready to begin a long night of story telling.  “You all are very intelligent and well thought out minds for sure.  And you all seem to know your stuff on these monster slayers for I’m sure you’ve heard of the famous ones here.”

A plethora of nods followed as they watched him.  “Good so we can cut the backstory and dive right in the meat of it.”

The bard sat back again on his stool before leaning forward on his knees as he whispered.  “Let me tell you about a crow...”

Welcome to ‘A Crow Among Sparrows’, a Witcher OC roleplay blog.  Here I have decided to make my own tales adjacent to the tales of Geralt and other fan favorites from the Witcher series.  Along with the Witcher series I have used a lot of the ideas from the Ravenloft setting to add new characters and ideas to my own interpretation of the Witcher verse.  From the Vistani, to vampires, and all kinds of other dark creatures of the night I love to delve into the supernatural horror fantasy. 

Is it accurate?  No.  Is it ‘lore’ abiding?  Not really.  Do I use a lot of D&D stuff to add more fluff?  Yes.  Do I mix up a lot of my own canon?  All the time.   Do I enjoy writing about spooky monster hunting within an amazing settings?  Yes I do.

So I hope you enjoy what I put out there, maybe interact with your own characters, and we all hope that I keep going with this for awhile. 

Dramatis Personae 

Eldridge of Kovir

Duncan Waycrest

Janus Klaudin

Alfred Klaudin

original art from @sirenofdusk

#the witcher #witcher oc #eldridge of kovir #Duncan Waycrest #janus klaudin #alfred klaudin #van richten's guide to ravenloft #roleplay #about the blog #rp #witcher ttrpg

[ramu-ego]

bing bingbing hey hey hey!! woahhh your love 4 ego is unmatched LMFAOO, i’d never really thought much abt him but mayhaps your blog may change my mind !!! (you still get 2 be his top wifey though)

OHH!! my top 5.. it’s hyoma, seishiro, rin, reo & isagi! (not in any order but hyoma’s up there!!) funnily enough, WE R ON THE SAME FIRST IMPRESSIONS FOR RIN!! at first i was all “Man emo chars are so lame” THENN MY HATRED TURNED INTO AN OBSESSION LFMAOOA .. U RIGHTT I KNOW RIN WAS ON AUTO PILOT.. aint got a single thought in that stupid brain of his

THR FIRST ONE TO CATCH MY ATTENTION WAS HYOMA!! my friend sent me him, told me his nickname “princess” and said i would like him — i have a weakness LOL .. i feel like he’d produce such pretty reactions ?..!!?! the bath scene made me. kick my feet for unholy reasons!! THE SELFISH REASONS IS SOOO REAL OF YOU (i love being unapologetically mean to subs it’s entertaining in a way)

the fic sneakpeek with rin already has me running laps imm so excited HHAHA !! you bet once you post i’m running to that post as quick as possible! already loving how many thoughts and hcs you’re putting on this blog!!

hmm, not too sure how to end this.. any thoughts on your mind? or how’s your day been, depending on timezones! - 💌

OH I FELL FOR HIM THE SECOND I SAW HIM-

-Ego is....very much my type. Painfully my type. If you saw a majority of my other fandom husbands then...Ego's in good company 😂 (said he was ugly then seconds later was head over heels) And I will always be indignant about his treatment in the fandom! Especially from manga readers!! I'll let anime only watchers slide bc he's...rough, for a while. But anyone who reads the U-20 game and still thinks he doesn't care is just being willfully ignorant. Ego went full blown dad mode in that second half of the game and I have yet to recover from his dilf energy coaching that game 😤

seriously though was ready to hate Rin like I hated a few other characters bc fanon personality was shit. Total ick. Was literally tired of seeing his face and I didn't even know what bllk was. But then his little scenes kept building and then the U-20 game happened and now...all I wanna do is make him worse 🥰

Chigiri goes in the Bachira/Kunigami box like...is it legal to not like them?? Are there really fans who hate Chigiri bc hello??? Pretty pretty princess but also will not stop laughing at the weird Reo/Nagi fanclub that just formed around Chigiri. The off the wall friendships in bllk kill me and both Reo/Nagi being fans of Chigiri in their little England team is still killing me. The bath scene though, if they cheap out on Chigiri's thighs I (and a few others) will be rioting. Give!! Us!! The!!! Thighs!! and the rest of the stupidity that happens in that blessed scene istg

GAH I'M SORRY THE RIN FIC IS ON HOLD- A certain someone (they know who they are <.<) Gave me the worst idea for Niko and well...dragging my pussy across my keyboard horny writing a Niko fic I never thought I'd write bc I thought Niko was an ugly little mother fucker (yes I see the irony in thinking Ego is drop dead gorgeous but the other bowl cut ugly...shh) But not to spoil anything but it may or may not be bc of the previous nipple headcanon post and the delightful idea of male lactation and chapped boy nips 🙏

Thoughts...it's 6:40 am and I've barely been up for an hour power slamming some coffee down my gullet before I start the day. Thoughts blank except survive the day and avoid a toddler tantrum like I'm defusing a bomb 😂 But also to make plenty of time to write for horny boys 🍑 Lemme play the uno reverse card! How have you been? Enjoyed last weeks bllk episode? Are you a dubbed or sub watcher? Favorite part in the manga thus far? Any characters you wanted to see more of or weird side characters that just interest you??

#im drowning in bllk love obviously but my ever lurking love for fire force is sulking in the shadows #feel like that spongebob meme where he's looking at two different books #me rn @ my two fav husbands but then with a third eye staring at rin #i need to know who his VA will be its killing me T^T #:: thanks for the ask~! ✩ #:: 💌.anon~! ☆

[stray-kaz]

I posted 3,422 times in 2022

That's 3,046 more posts than 2021!

230 posts created (7%)

3,192 posts reblogged (93%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@karamelcoveredolicity

@troubleinapinksuit

@thewalkingbucky

@roesposts

@austinbutlerr

I tagged 1,615 of my posts in 2022

#jesper fahey - 231 posts

#jon bernthal - 207 posts

#shadow and bone - 201 posts

#austin butler - 193 posts

#matt murdock - 121 posts

#liss writes - 115 posts

#daredevil - 108 posts

#frank castle - 107 posts

#american gigolo - 99 posts

#thomas doherty - 97 posts

Longest Tag: 53 characters

#i was so angry when this turned out not to be real!!!

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

A Baby Shower for Frankie : a Frank Castle x reader drabble

“Karen wants to throw you a baby shower, sweetheart. Can I come?”

You glanced up from the baby magazine you were flipping through, rocking back and forth comfortably in the feeding chair Frank had commissioned for you specially. It sat by the window in the baby’s room, haloed by afternoon sunlight. You loved this room; Frank had worked so hard on it, painting it lilac and pink and helping to install mahogany shelves with rows of books and stuffed toys.

“You would want to come to that kind of thing?” you asked, surprised and more than a little curious.

He nodded, clasping his hands behind his back and swaying back and forth on his heels.

“Yeah” he admitted gruffly, hanging his head a little shyly. “With Maria, I...I wasn’t allowed. She always said they were for women only, but I’d like to be a part of it.”

“Well, traditionally...” you trailed off, as you studied his face.

Frank raised his eyebrows, daring you to complete the sentence. You smiled up at him and stood to meet him in the middle of the room, pressing your rounded belly against his stomach. His hands automatically came up to rest there, stroking gently.

“I would love for you to be there” you assured him, stretching up on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “And so would baby D -”

He hastily pressed a finger to your lips, shushing you.

“Shh! If we start saying it out loud, we’ll give it away and it’s a secret!”

You grinned at his panic and pulled him down by the back of his neck to kiss away his fear.

“Of course, Frankie” you said softly against his lips. “Anything you want, husband.”

His head tipped right back as he groaned, tightening his hold on your round hips.

“You’re not on bed rest, are you?” he asked you, eyeing you with dark mischievous eyes.

“No...”

“Good.”

He grasped your hand and pulled you out of the room in a hurry.

*********************************************

Frank rested his palm in the small of your back as he guided you through the swinging glass doors and into the cafe rented out for your baby shower. A cheer went up and you backed into Frank, taken by surprise. He gently pushed you forward into a room filled with your friends, most of them having been brought into your life since meeting Frank.

“Hi, everyone” you said shyly. “Thank you for this. I think Frank has been more excited than me for today.”

He rolled his eyes, shaking his head as everybody laughed and grinned at him.

“Teddy bear Frank, huh?” Matt said, smirking.

Frank pointed a finger at him, growling quietly.

“Only she can call me that” he grunted. “Don’t care if you’re blind, Matt, I’ll still kick your ass all round this room.”

“I’d like to see you try” Matt retorted.

You rolled your eyes and tugged on Frank’s arm, pulling him back.

“Calm down, Frankie” you murmured. “He’s just teasing you.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t like to be teased except by you.”

You blushed and pulled him over to the long table laid out for you with cupcakes, silver and pink balloons, bowls of candy and a pile of gifts towering in the centre. He helped you sit, seven and a half months pregnant and a little, okay, a lot, ungainly.

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170 notes - Posted October 5, 2022

#4

Frank Castle x family headcanons

Frank's hands look so incongruous and big sorting and folding baby bodysuits and onesies.

You have so many photos of him with Delilah sleeping on his chest.

He baths her so carefully, gentle hands holding her and keeping her head out of the water.

Breastfeeding in public? Frank will bash heads with anyone who looks sideways at you.

Frank wakes for every night feed and lets you lean on him, sometimes dozing as Delilah rests comfortably against your tummy.

Blocked ducts? He gets you cabbage leaves and makes sure you remember to change them every twenty minutes until the swelling eases.

Frank has never been so attentive. Every whimper, every cry, he's awake and on his feet before your eyes even open. He changes diapers, takes over burping duty and rocks Delilah to sleep when your arms are sore.

As she gets bigger, Frank plays with her, sings and blows raspberries on her tummy, making her giggle.

Then you blink, and she's riding him around the house like a pony, peals of laughter ringing in your ears. Frank winks at you as you watch him crawl around on all fours, amused. "Don't worry, sweetheart, you can ride me later." You blush and cuff the back of his head as he carries on with his tiny passenger.

192 notes - Posted October 11, 2022

#3

Kiss Cam : a Frank Castle x reader drabble

Frank’s cell phone started to buzz angrily on the table between your hand and his and you glanced at it curiously. He picked it up then looked at David.

“It’s your wife” he said gruffly. “You want me to answer it?”

David shrugged, looking away and pretending indifference. Your heart hurt for him, being away from Sarah for so long. If you had so much as a week away from Frank, your nature born anxiety skyrocketed and you ached for his presence in your arms and your bed.

He answered the phone and muttered a few ‘yeahs’ and ‘okays’ before hanging up and shoving the phone in one of his jeans pockets.

“Something broke, I guess” he said, standing with a shrug. “That’s why the cameras stopped. I’ll be back in a bit, darlin’.”

He kissed you quickly, branding your lips with his, and sauntered away, leaving you alone with David.

“I think you’re brave, you know” you admitted quietly to him.

“Hmm?”

He raised his eyes to you. You shrugged.

“Going head to head with Frank to have a chance at getting your family back. He’s a tough case.”

David snorted.

“You go head to head with him” he reminded you. “I’ve heard you argue. You sound like a lawyer when you do it.”

You grinned.

“Yeah, but he loves me and he doesn’t want to break my head. Maybe my back...but not my head.”

David rolled his eyes at the innuendo and you laughed, returning your attention to the book you had been reading when Frank’s cell phone had rung.

**********

An hour or so later, the cameras flickered back to life, but you hardly paid attention until you heard David’s panicked gasp and your gaze shot up to the nearest console screen. Your eyes widened and your heart choked your throat at the sight of Sarah stepped up to Frank, her hands resting on his waist and her mouth on his. His hands were briefly on her sides before he pushed her gently away and shook his head. You could see his mouth moving, but not hear what he was saying. You glimpsed his mouth rounding over the syllables of your name and felt your entire body resettle and your heartbeat slow down.

“David, are you okay?” you asked gently, reaching over to touch his shoulder.

He didn’t respond, just stood and walked to the fridge, returning with a half full bottle of scotch. You raised your eyebrows and sat back.

“Ah” you murmured. “That’s how you are.”

You waited twenty minutes for Frank’s return, watching David steadily become drunk. When he strode back in, his eyes already searching you out with a desperation you hadn’t yet seen in them, you simply pointed to David.

“I’m doing much better than he is” you said quietly. “In fact...”

You stood and grabbed the front of his jacket, pulling him down to kiss him, pouring everything into it you felt when you saw him kissed by another woman. He staggered slightly, taken aback by the force with which you grabbed onto him.

“I’d love to, sweetheart, but there are no doors here” he reminded you.

You glanced at David, who was paying neither of you any mind.

“The bathroom has a door” you said pointedly, arching one eyebrow at Frank.

Before he could reply, you grasped his hand and dragged him after you. David didn’t even look up when you giggled into Frank’s chest as he hooked the door shut behind him.

220 notes - Posted October 19, 2022

#2

Time and Time and Time again : a Frank Castle x reader drabble

18 and up, y’all.

Once the dam had been broken, there was no putting the waters back. Frank hadn’t been expecting it, but he wasn’t complaining. After the first time together, you were utterly addicted to him, you were insatiable.

There was the time against the door of Frank’s apartment, the door handle digging a fierce imprint into your back, underwear hanging off one foot as your ankles crossed tightly at the small of his back, his thighs straining with effort.

On hands and knees on his bedroom floor, carpet burn searing your skin as he physically shunted you forward with every thrust.

You sitting small in his lap, moving up and down on him, his hand on your throat, eyes closed, nose scrunched, stuttering hips.

Thrown back on the bed, wild, your ankles over his wide shoulders and eyes rolled back.

Lying half on the couch, half off, back aching, Frank painfully deep, his forehead pressed damp against yours.

Hauled up onto the kitchen bench, pasta on the stove, big rough hands pulling your thighs apart, your underwear still on.

On the bed as soon as Frank’s moved in, boxes strewn all over the floor, sideways, you’re the little spoon, both his hands between your legs, fingers stroking lazily through the curls to find where you join together, hips rocking quick then slow.

In the middle of the night, exhausted but yearning, lying on top of him, barely moving at all.

After whiskey makes it hard for him to come, legs open over his blunt hips, you’re cracked open on a scream and a gasp as he drives into you like a man possessed.

Frank can do slow and sensual, but you prefer blunt force trauma and barely able to walk in the morning.

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222 notes - Posted October 9, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Blooded : a Frank Castle x reader drabble

The first time Frank saw you covered in blood, his heart almost stopped. He opened the door to see you slumped against the wall, eyes glassy and wide, almost all pupil. Shock.

Your bottom lip was open and bleeding, streams of blood leaked from below your hairline, your left eye was slowly puffing and the same side of your jaw was already darkening to an ugly purple.

What shook him the most, however, was the Glock 19 he had given you clutched with a death grip in your right hand. Your right hand with red speckles, like paint. But he knew that it wasn’t paint.

You started to slide and he grabbed you before you fell, shaking hands doing their best to steady you even as he struggled to control himself.

I’ll kill them. I’ll find them and I’ll put them in the ground.

“They’re already dead, Frank.”

He hadn’t realised he’d said the words aloud. They. Plural. More than one. Animals had hurt his girl.

“What happened?”

“Finished work. They were waiting for me outside the school. A man and a woman. I couldn’t get to the gun quick enough.”

Your voice broke and his heart seized again, his throat tightening around an invisible block.

“You did good, sweetheart. Real good. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He half carried you to the bathroom, where he sat you down on the closed lid of the toilet and tipped your head back with gentle fingers to get a better look. He pushed your hair back and you hissed quietly at the pain; he apologised as he prodded carefully, searching.

“You’ll need stitches here” he growled.

He opened the cabinet and pulled down a first aid kit and a clean cloth. He wet it under the tap and proceeded to clean you, starting with the gash at your hairline and working his way down to the blood spatters on your hand, first carefully removing the gun which you still had clenched tightly.

Once you were clean, he stitched you up, softly hushing your quiet whimpers of pain. When he was finished, he packed it all away and pressed an adhesive bandage against the neat line of black stitches, before leaning forward and touching his lips to your forehead. Your eyes closed and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“I hurt” you whispered.

His jaw clenched and a muscle ticked dangerously in his cheek.

“I know, sweetheart” he murmured back.

You pulled free and held your arms up to him; he stood and picked you up, one arm around your back, the other under your knees. He carried you through to his bedroom and laid you out gently on the bed, before carefully stripping you down to your bra and underwear and climbing in with you, pulling the duvet up to cover the both of you.

You immediately rolled to tuck your head beneath his chin and toss a leg over his, burrowing nearer to his heat.

“I missed you today” you sighed into his chest.

Frank’s hand came up to stroke down the length of your spine, over and over again. He didn’t have the words to tell you what he was feeling and how badly he wanted to bring those who had hurt you back to life just so he could kill them again himself. But he had other words, words with a healing balm all their own.

“I love you.”

You smiled and fell into a dream.

228 notes - Posted October 3, 2022

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oh gosh, you now have ocs! so cool! Tell me what made you make them? your inspirstion? 🥰

shh don’t tell em *casually sneaked them onto my blog*  these aren’t my first OC’s tho, but definitely ones, where I finally properly rp them 🥰 but also thx to my gf, and friend - cause if I didn’t have anyone to interact with, then they would just catch dust ahaha. 

For some reason I am very interested in the Yakuza. And at this point I don’t remember fully why or how it happened. But I am also biased towards Japanese culture (but also others) cause my own is um... there ain’t much, or nothing really old that plays still a huge role nowadays. 

Anyway, with that is the base set, basically the crime scene in Japan. And I really always wanted to interact with a police themed OC (but personally I have never spotted someone, except an detective in the past, who is sadly not active anymore), cause I like when two different sides clash, considering Kugo ain’t the most good person. And there is a series called Gi.ri/Haj.i on netflix, which was about a japanese detective, who had to find his yakuza brother in london, and it was very nice to see the culture differences, the stories of the side characters, anyway this series gave me lots of inspiring content. Jiro my yakuza, is even snatched out of the series, and now filled with hc’s. Jin my police oc, is heavily based on the protagonist. 

And there was also the big desire to write more about mature / adult themes, which I don’t get to explore all with Kugo, and my friends were luckily interested too. With Jiro I can explore the gang-life or finally a more bad guy, also a toxic relationship with his ex-gf. Then there is Jin, who is overworked, a family man, but honestly close to a divorce, not every marriage is meant for forever, but neither him or his wife has fully accepted it yet. Also some police work, with which I can bug all my mutuals who play crime-themed muses. Futaba is another bias, I finally get to rp a tall woman haha, but also another cop, but this time corrupt (aka exploring also the many bad sides of the police), she is also bit of a way of coping with everything going on, as I also explore war, and political topics with her, since she is very interested in that stuff and can hold some extreme opinions. 

Anyway I got myself a bunch of flawed muses, which hold many bad but also good sides, it is a nice mix I missed seeing in the rpc, since a lot don’t explore dark themes beyond death. It offers so much to explore, but also an unholy amount of research... 

I can give an example (with Kugo), how far my interest goes with more realistic topics. Ofc I don’t expect a Shonen Manga to point out those kind of consequences (for that I have rp), but not many realize that Ichigo basically killed a human being, and while Kugo had manipulated his family and all through his friend’s help, is it still justified to take his life? Why not prison, why not just a good ass-kicking? Ideally Ichigo should have called the police, and let them handle Kugo, but he took himself the right to judge himself - committing a crime as well, which was not even fully self-defense (ofc no easy case with the supernatural parts), but Kugo originally just wanted to leave, but Ichigo insisted on getting his powers back, and revenge (after getting his powers from the Shinigami). And even when Tsukishima died, Ichigo kept going, even though there was no more any reason to fight Kugo, his family & friends were free from Tsuki’s powers. 

Ichigo really became a killer / murderer in this moment, even though no one was really harmed of his friends (just total emotional roller coaster, which ofc is not okay either, not trying to deny this here) In our world this would have meant court and everything, and then there is also Ginjo’s family, who in canon is maybe still alive or not, either way... damn. One can question the morals, the possible consequences (or lack of) quite a lot here, and I find that very interesting and love to confront other muses with it. After all, Kugo’s world still plays in our modern one, and ofc there are laws in their country, which Ichigo ignored. 

I am biased, since Tite offered only a little bit about the possible turmoil in Ichigo’s mind or what his friends possibly think of him after this event, ... fuck I sure would not take it easy if my friend murdered another human being. But again yeah SHONEN MANGA... no expectations asdfgh.

But it is definitely nice that I can touch on those topics in rp. 👀

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