#only a brainrotted reader

[neology1864]

im currently working on a pk civ fantasy au and its been in my google docs for a couple of days now but i just wanna say how the hell do you guys write AUs bruh why is this so difficult

this is my hierarchy so far (idfk what to do with the parkour fighters except for like them getting exiled, persecuted, or fled for some reason)

[shouyuus]

18+, vi-shaped brainrot, mdni

consider college roommate!vi who is the star of the rugby team and just such a fucking jock about it, spends hours at the gym, has pre and post workout drinks and never closes her door when she's blasting rock music, leaves pink hair dye on the bathroom counter, stains the tub when she gets drunk and tries to redo her roots, calls you everything but your name -- sweetcheeks, dollface, cupcake, princess -- isn't shy about her hookups, doesn't even bother to apologize the mornings after another pretty cheerleader scampers out of her room, shrugs and winks when you come out of the bathroom with a tiny thong dangling off your finger that's clearly not either of yours.

college roommate!vi who does kickboxing on the weekends and teaches a kid's course at the local gym. the first time you go there to drop something of her's off as a favor, you can't help but stare at the way she laughs and chases the kids around, so gentle with her movements, so careful, guiding their punches, correcting their forms. and the kids love her -- it's so easy to see, the stars in their eyes, the color high in their cheeks, the way the girls cluster around her legs and the boys are constantly vying for her approval, how she tries her best to divide up her attention equally between all of them.

college roommate!vi who goes real quiet the first time you laugh in her presence, a real laugh, not one of those ha-ha ones you snipe at her when she's trying to get a rise out of you, or teasing you about spending all your time in the library, but one that shakes your shoulders and makes your whole face light up. who has to blink when you cock your head and ask if she's okay bc she was so busy staring at you, wondering about the weird thumping in her chest, the tightness in her throat.

college roommate!vi who's there for you when you're stressed about your dissertation, and she knew you were smart, but listening to you rant about it at 3am in the morning, she's starting to realize that... you're kind of a genius. to be so young and already doing a doctorate in mechanical engineering, and the things you're trying to do -- they could conceivably change the world one day. who freezes when you let your head drop onto her shoulder with a heavy sigh, telling her that you don't know what to do.

"you'll figure it out, cupcake. with a brain like yours? you always do."

college roommate!vi who realizes way too late that she's kinda got it bad for you, bc since when did she start getting used to the sight of you wearing one of her gym shirts in the mornings, making scrambled eggs, rolling your eyes when she yawns her way into the tiny kitchen, leaning an arm against the fridge as she looks you over before asking what's for breakfast. who's gotten so used to falling asleep to the soft clatter of your computer keys that when you leave to visit your family for a weekend, she tosses and turns and can't figure out why it's impossible for her to get to sleep, wanders into sliver of space you guys have crammed a couch and tv into to call a living room, slumping down there to stare at the ceiling, only to feel her fingers graze against something on the ground, who tugs out the thing from under the couch only to find herself staring at one of your bunched up socks with the goofy cartoon cats pattern, and she remembers (suddenly) finding you tearing your room apart the week before trying to look for it because it's your favorite pair of socks.

she finds herself chuckling, letting the sock fall again, but the tightness in her throat doesn't recede, and invisible fingers clench in her gut as she lets her eyes fall shut.

"well... fuck."

college roommate!vi who doesn't know how to act when you get back from your weekend away, when you throw yourself into her arms, your skin still smelling of the crisp fall air and something warm, and spicy -- it reminds her of the holiday market you dragged her to last year, the cinnamon and spiced apples, the hot, mulled wine, the way it burned all the way down when she took the first sip, the way it worked the most darling flush into your cheeks above your pink knit scarf.

"i've got a present for you!" you say, when you finally extricate yourself from her gasp, your arms still around her shoulders, her hands still settled around your waist.

"y-yeah? you didn't have to do that, sweetcheeks --"

"yeah, but i saw this in a store window and -- well i just... it reminded me of you," you say, pulling back to dig something out of your travel bag, and it takes everything in vi not to tug you back into her chest. so instead, she settles for knitting her arms across her front and coughing to hide the fact that her throat's just tightened over itself at your words. you? seeing something and thinking of her? gods, she was so far gone.

"here," you say, pulling a small black box out and offering it to her on the palm of your hand.

vi stares, before reaching out to take it, her eyes flickering up towards your face, only to catch you chewing on your bottom lip in a way that makes her mind frizzle out at the edges. she refocuses her attention on the box -- opening it, she finds a tiny little gemstone, set on a thin golden chain --

"oh..." she breathes, tugging out up to let the gem dangle from between her fingers.

"it -- it's an alexandrite stone," you say, your voice a bit reedy, but you push on as vi continues to stare, "it's uhm -- one of the rarest gemstones in nature, but the cool thing is it changes colors depending on what kind of light it's under --" you reach up to grasp her wrist, her lungs seizing at the contact as you tug her into the incandescent light of the kitchen. "see? it was light blue a second ago, right? and now it's --"

"violet," vi says, her voice soft and disbelieving.

you quickly let go of her wrist, pursing your lips and wrapping your arms around yourself, looking anywhere but at her face.

"yeah -- i just --" your shoulders shrug up as she stares at you, her sky-light eyes wide, "it... it reminded me of... you."

college roommate!vi who, ever since the "necklace incident" (as the rest of the rugby team likes to call it), hasn't really been the same. she's put on the necklace and not taken it off for even a second since the day you gave it to her, but now she doesn't really know how to act around you -- bc did you actually like her? i mean, the necklace is... a pretty big thing to just give someone, but what if you were just giving it to her as a friend? as a roommate? she agonizes over it to the point that the rest of the team are so, so sick of hearing about it, they lovingly tell her to just fuck her and get it over with already. but vi insists that she can't -- it's different with you.

college roommate!vi who's stunned speechless when she gets home to find you staring at your computer, your expression blank. and at first, she thinks something's horribly wrong, but then you're slamming into her, squealing about how you've done it -- your thesis defense went well, that you're a doctor now -- and she's picking you up, spinning you around, buoyed up by the effervescence of your happiness, pressing a kiss to your cheek --

"oh my god, congrats princess! i knew it! i always knew you could do it!"

"thanks -- god, i just -- i've wanted it for so long i... i don't know what to do with myself now that i've got it, y'know?" you say, still suspended in vi's arms, your feet lifted off the ground. it takes a moment before you both seem to realize the position you're in, and vi clears her throat as she lets you down, you looking away, pressing your palms to your cheeks to cool the heat gathering there.

after a brief pause though, vi chuckles, reaching out to slip a finger beneath your chin, tilting your face up towards her's.

"c'mon, put on one of those pretty dresses of yours. we're going out."

"out?"

"yeah. to celebrate."

you blink as vi pulls her hand away.

"but it's like... 4:30 on a tuesday."

vi cocks an eyebrow, a smirk twitching at her lips, "yes, and? c'mon cupcake --" her eyes catch yours and instead of looking away, she holds it this time, something flickering behind their powder-blue depths that makes your skin prickle with heat, "i'll show you a good time."

college roommate!vi who takes you to one of her favorite clubs, tugging you through the crowd, the jostling bodies, holding your hand in her's, trying really hard not to think too much about it (or the fucking insane little black and pink miniskirt you put on), telling herself that it's just to make sure she doesn't lose you in the crowd, grinning when someone knocks you into her chest, and she finds her arm wrapped around your waist, fingers scrunching the material of your skirt, your palms splayed on her chest.

she buys the both of you a round of shots, watching with a hitched breath as your tongue flickers out to lick the salt daubed on your wrist, the way your eyes squeeze shut when you take the shot and your lips wrap around the lime slice, tries to ignore the twist in her gut like a turning blade, the way her whole body flushes with heat, the dull ache caught between her legs when you wipe your lips, your eyes bright and a little blown out, your cheeks flushed with color as you giggle and lace your hands with hers again --

"come on! i wanna dance!"

college roommate!vi who is just drunk enough to let herself dance with you, to let herself lean in to the way you're twisting your body, fingers in your hair, your eyes closed, an indulgent smile on your lips, who let's herself imagine (just for a second), pulling you in to kiss you, how soft your lips might feel on hers, how silken your skin might be beneath her hands, who tries not to groan when you lean in closer, link your arms behind her neck, press your whole body against her's, who grips your hips just a little too tight, grinds you against her, sees the way you gasp, your eyelids fluttering as you eyes glaze out --

college roommate!vi who can't help how she groans at the sight, tugs you in by the back of your neck to mash her lips to yours, crushing you to her as she kisses you (finally, finally) and you let yourself he kissed -- your fingers tangle in her choppy pink hair, and she swears you make this sweet, mind-bending whimpering noise in the back of your throat that drives her up the wall and right over it --

but when she pulls back, she sees the look on your face -- shocked and little confused, but you're drunk, and she doesn't wanna do this with you -- at least, not like this.

college roommate!vi who pulls away, only to have you follow her all the way out the club, into this small dark alley, her shaking her head, feeling a strange, saltwater prickle at the back of her throat as she says --

"shit -- sorry. i didn't mean to -- i just -- you were just so -- and i -- fuck, i didn't --"

"vi -- vi -- no, violet, listen to me --"

it's her full name on your lips that makes her pause, makes her turn to find you walking towards her. your lipstick is smeared, your hair a waterfall mess around your shoulders as you corner her against the rough brick of the club's exterior. faintly, she can still feel the pulse of music reverberating from inside the club, but out here, the air is damp and cold and quiet.

"i -- i'm sorry i kissed you," she says, her voice cracking over the syllables. she bites her lips as you frown up at her, your eyes searching her's before you let out a soft sigh and a scoff.

"well. i'm sorry you feel that way. cause..." you take half a step back, your arms curling around yourself before you glance back at her with a hard, determined light to your eyes as you press back into her space, your cheeks bright with color.

"i was really kinda hoping you'd do it again."

vi's breath punches out of her chest; it takes a few seconds of sputtering before she gathers herself enough to speak.

"wait -- what? you..."

you crinkle your nose, rolling your eyes, "i -- i thought i was making it obvious -- i mean, with the whole necklace thing -- it doesn't take a genius to figure how i feel about --"

you squeak as she pins you against the opposite wall, her lips seeking yours out, her fingers rucking up the material of your top, making you hiccup as they tease under the wire-rim of your bra.

college roommate!vi who can barely control herself when you sink your fingers into her hair, tugging lightly as you gasp out a breath, her lips tracking fire along the side of your neck, intent on making you whimper again, just the way she likes, grazing her teeth along your collarbone even as you jerk at her hair --

"vi -- fuck -- vi, not here --" you swallow around the burgeoning desire, and when you glance down to find her looking up at you, her eyes so dark they're almost black, you fight back a groan, cup your palms around her cheeks and pull her up for a long kiss.

"let's --" you suck in a breath even as vi whines at the loss your lips, "let's go home --"

"holy fuck," vi swears, somehow managing to pull herself back just far enough to taste the misty night air. she stares at you, your chest heaving, a daisy-chain of hickeys blossoming along the long expanse of your neck, your makeup good and smeared, your hair a mess, your eyes bright and so full of love as they flicker over her face.

vi smiles, helpless to the loud, uncertain drumming of her heart as she says, "y-yeah -- let's get you home, princess."

college roommate!vi who barely waits for the elevator door to close in your building before she's got you shoved up against the wall, hoisting you up, her fingers seeking out the softness of your skin, tugging up your shirt, her other hand dipping into the waistband of your skirt, her mouth open and hungry as she kisses your neck, bites down at the junction of your shoulder just to hear you moan.

college roommate!vi who's way too good at undoing your bra with one hand the second you get back to your apartment (if you were more coherent, you might've thought it hot), the door slamming closed, the pair of you toppling onto the room, breathy laughs and panting whines as she hoists you into her arms and carries you to your bedroom, laying you down so gently, kissing up your stomach till you're whimpering, your own hands pulling your top off your body, leaving you in an undone-bra and a miniskirt, your cheeks flushed. you push yourself up onto your elbows, watching as vi peaks up at you from between your legs, shooting you a wink before she's tugging down your skirt and panties all in one, an eyebrow ticking up at the lil lacey thing you had on beneath the skirt all along.

"all this for me, pretty?"

you press your lips, eyes cutting away as she looks between the bra dangling off your shoulders and the panties caught round your ankles. her lashes flutter.

"oh, a matching set," she cocks her head, running her palms up your thighs, pinning them open again as you try to press them closed, feeling suddenly much too seen (bc you'd be straight up lying if you hadn't put it on in the vague hope that the night might evolve into something like this).

she clicks her tongue, shaking her head with a cocky, shit-eating grin that makes your heart skitter in your chest. her drops a light kiss to your inner thigh, savoring in the way you whine again.

"nope, keep 'em open princess."

college roommate!vi who takes her time with you, bc rly she's been waiting way too long for this, has imagined it one too many times, but nothing can compare to the way your hips jerk up against her mouth, the way your fingers tighten in her hair every time she licks up the seam of your cunt, the way your breath catches on her name over and over again, like you can't quite get the word out even though it's just a single syllable. she groans against you, too lost in the taste of you to care about what a mess she must look like, with her tongue fucking into your desperate hole, her nose nudging your clit, her fingers digging crescent moon marks into your hipbones.

she's sure that if this were an old-fashioned cartoon, there'd be big, balloon hearts popping out of her eyes. she can't get enough of you like this -- moaning her name, your legs on either side of her face, your skin littered with the remnants of her. she has the eye-rolling thought of you the next morning, of how all these marks will still be there to remind you of her every single time you see one of them.

college roommate!vi who doesn't expect you to flip over after she's literally eaten you out seven ways to sunday, to tug her in for a soft kiss (though she really does like pressing your own taste back into your mouth with her tongue), before your fingers are inching down the length of her body to tease at her hips, trailing circles down the lines of her abs, toying with the thin line of hair that leads into her black boxer briefs.

"what are you --"

you shoot her a look that has her mouth going dry.

"what? didn't think i can give as good as i get?"

college roommate!vi who's literally going to lose her mind with the way you're fingers (at first sight so thin and delicate, but gods are they stronger than they look) are pressing into her, curling up with the kind of precision usually only associated with doctors, and then a voice in the back of her head reminds her -- oh, right, you are a doctor now. but logical thought dies after that, bc you've somehow worked your way between her legs and are looking up at her with those big dark eyes of yours, smiling sunshine bright before you drop a kitten-lick against her clit and she's twitching, keening as she cums all over your fingers.

"jesus fuckin' christ, doll -- is that what you're learning in those engineering classes?"

she's breathless, cheeks flushed, and honestly just a little embarrassed at how quickly she came, but she has to bite back another groan as she watches you lick your fingers clean, grinning sweetly up at her as if you didn't just get her off in record time.

"no, but i did do my dissertation on human-based robotics, which included a lot of late nights memorizing anatomical models so..."

vi pulls you in for a kiss, laughing against your lips.

"you're amazing, y'know that?"

college roommate!vi who can't really believe how much she's lucked out, sharing an apartment with her girlfriend, who literally cannot shut up about you, but the rugby team all agree that they'd rather have this than the months of endless pining. who brags about her genius gf to anyone who'll listen, and looks for you in the stands of all her practice matches when you can make it, who kisses you in front of everyone even when you make a show of trying to wiggle away bc she's sweaty (you don't really care).

who loves telling the story of how you guys met bc she still can't quite believe it herself, and the story always starts with --

"well, actually -- we started off as roommates."

[sugarwarachan]

if aizawa sees the outline of your pussy through your underwear, expect him to get ballistically horny in 0.2 seconds

he clocks the curve of your pussy lips and immediately scoops you up in his strong arms to straddle you over his thigh. oh he wants her drooling, gummy and swollen and so sensitive he can just blow on your clit to make you cum. fisting the hair at the base of your scalp, he crushes you to his chest, chuckling into your mouth as you grind down on the bulging muscle of his thigh

[macabrebatz]

ZEKHAN from WORLD OF WARCRAFT

Y’all thought I just liked orcs? WRONG. I want the trolls just as bad.

[poisned]

Thinking of them trying to one up the other through a series of increasingly elaborate gestures

[starcharmed]

phainon seems like the type of person, who once under the realization that he can in fact distract you with a kiss, exploits it to the fullest.

you're really under the image that he's an awkward kisser - stars help him with beating those allegations - but naturally he begins to start being more confident with his 'abilities'. whenever you're there fussing over his reckless habits, he's leaning over and pressing a kiss to your cheek; mumbling petnames and giving you that boyish smile he wears.

he kisses your hands, runs his thumb over your knuckles. it's become a habit he genuinely cannot break. he's been greeted with the taste of sours, spices, and all alike he's fully prepared if he wants to lay a kiss whilst your cooking. you've failed to give him more than five minutes worth of your attention once he's entered home, so now he has to lift your hand up and give the palm of it a kiss.

mission succeeded, now you're both flushing and the food's burnt. which means more quality time?

phainon rarely kisses your pulse points. he would rather not place his lips only to find out he kissed stone. he doesn't fear for the thought of you dying, more for the fear that he's been living in an allusion of life.

"my dear, i can assure you that i do not need to check your pulse since i can hear your heart from here." he's lying, that's his own heartbeat going faster than a lightning bolt. he wonders if it would stop if the coldness of your body ever froze him to his core.

he rests his chin on your shoulder. moving his head enough to kiss it yet not disrupting his position. a cheeky move that often befalls when your head is turned from him.

denying him a kiss always makes him look like a kicked puppy. moving away without having verbal communication. no verbal communication with phainon? so you think you can sing without a voice then?

"not right now, phainon." oh so he did do something wrong. he overstepped? now he has to die. he has to leap from a terrance after proclaiming his apologies in front of the entire city.

"it's not you." he could jump up and click his heels in joy. the thought soon dissipates after he realizes you're, in fact, upset.

maybe you really should let mydei dunk phainon's head in a bath for good measure.

[harmonysanreads]

Idk if you saw but Phainon apparently has a hobby in appraising antiques. Just imagine if for his partner he fondly refers to them as his greatest or most priceless treasure. Though on the other hand, it certainly gives "dragon coveting its hoard" kinda vibes. Possibly romantic depending on who you ask, but it speaks volumes of how much he cherishes them.

Yup I've seen his shenanigans regarding this and I must thank you because, I feel like this is a great opportunity to discuss how possessive Phainon can be.

The idea seems contradictory to what Aglaea and Tribbie have told us about him — he's selfless, willingly takes on more burden than he should and pushes himself constantly to meet that image of a ‘perfect vessel’ in order to protect Amphoreus. The term possessiveness should be absolutely unthinkable to be put in the same sentence as his name. Such a noble hero couldn't possibly be... selfish, right?

Phainon himself battles with these doubts, well, it would be more precise to say that he's the one who thinks about it the most out of anyone living in Amphoreus.

The first time he notices the evidences of that particular behavior, it has to be pointed out by someone ; you, one of his comrades or just a random person. Phainon relies on external validation to a degree, his sense of self can be altered through a strong enough comment on his personality.

The process of it developing isn't different from how it would be for anyone ; an attachment to you is secured, outside influences threaten it, he realizes a need to be in your presence more, becomes annoyed when your attention is stolen until it reaches to a point where he's actively trying to maintain it on himself alone. But the thing is, he's so swept up in all the emotions of being in love that he doesn't stop to process them all for quite some time. That's why an external call out is required.

Perhaps it would've been best if no one pointed it out to begin with, because now he's simmering in guilt and shame in his head. The Chrysos Heir is notably rigid for some time, mulling over his every action and word until he's caught in analysis paralysis. Because even if he'd like to convince himself that he's nonchalant, he cares about how you perceive him, a lot.

At the same time as this inner turmoil almost frying him, there is no notable change in his paranoia — if anything, it gets worse. The more he tries to test distance and respect for your personal time and space, the more his anxiety worsens, suddenly devoid of a medium to soothe it with. Two greeting texts increases to ten, phone calls are no longer enough, he needs to see that you're okay and safe.

At one point, a sinister thought somehow plants itself in his mind. He's lost so much ; his home, his family, his friends, his peace and his identity. But he continues sacrificing more, he continues giving up things for the sake of others, for a future marked by uncertainty. Now that there is someone who makes him happy, who he finds solace in, who he genuinely loves... he's demanded again to ‘tone it down’ when all he wants is to spend time with them? Is that not unfair to him?

And well, he brushes it off quickly — not that it completely goes away. These ideas only really torment him when he's not with you, which is another reason why separation will have a physical effect on him if it is extended to a point. Which direction all these inner conflicts and overthinking will take him towards, depends on him alone.

As for the ‘evidences’ mentioned previously, they're so him that it's honestly difficult to tell whether he's being driven by something less than innocent. He usually tends to whine and sulk to prolong your presence, gives you the doe eyes and kicked puppy look. There is also the matter with texts and calls as mentioned previously. He responds to your texts very quickly and tries to keep conversations going for as long as possible, low-key spirals if you're taking too long to respond and insists on hearing your voice, unless you tell him strongly that you aren't comfortable with it.

Is not afraid of showing physical affection in public, likes holding hands and/or linking arms with you at all times. Uses his height to his advantage as well, as in, serving as your personal shield — whether you want it or not. He doesn't really lash out at people, unless of course, they were rude to you. Given his naturally amicable personality, most people don't try to do something outrageous in front of him either. His jealousy is kind of obvious as well and since he tends to use the ‘kicked puppy method’ frequently, it can be difficult to take it seriously, to be honest. Make sure to not let your guard down though.

As for the matter of him calling you his treasure, I personally like to think that he sees his darling as above him, above everyone actually. Treasure implies towards something that was acquired and typically has a material value. Phainon is out there thanking fate and every holy being everyday for blessing him with someone like you, he struggles to even answer the question of ‘what he likes most about you’ (it's everything). He might say it out of affection in the spur of a moment once, but in his heart, your worth exceeds the notion of treasures.

[sleepywdean]

(thigh riding, use of word daddy, slight degradation ig?, piv, happy valentines babes xx)

"tha' right, baby?" ben grunted as one of his hands reached down to help you grind his jean clad thigh. he could tell you were getting tired by the way those sweet short puff left your lips faster.

"ben-" you whimpered softly, both of your hands gripping his broad shoulders.

it was unfair, really, him being fully clothed down to his combat boots while he'd made you fully strip down, fucking unfair. but that was what ben was: unfair.

"i know, baby," he cooed in your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin. you could still smell the whiskey and weed on it, and it only made you more desperate. "i know you're close. just be a good girl and finish on my thigh like you promised you would, mh? then daddy's gonna take real good care of ya, 'kay?"

you let out a soft moan as you nodded, pressing your bare front to the jersey he was wearing. ben slid his big palm on your skin, from your thigh to grab a handful of your ass, squeezing it before settling his hand on the small of your back, helping you keep your rhythm.

"m'so... ben- so close...!" you sobbed, desperately fisting at his jersey. his eyes glanced down at his jeans, the slick patch your wetness left.

"shh, baby... let go." his sweet, soft words made you melt. his lips found yours, chasing them as you tried pulling away while finding your high. "did so good for me."

as you panted on his lips, he pushed you off his lap and made you lay down on the bed, your chest heaving.

with your eyes closed as you came down from your high, you heard his jeans unbuttoning and belt unbuckling. you opened your heavy eyes just in time to see ben's fly opening, a smug smirk on his handsome face. he tugged his jeans down to his thighs, his boxers following soon enough but not taking them off completely.

he liked this, probably got him off, to see you fully naked, at your most vulnerable state as he wouldn't even take his shirt off.

"promised i'd treat ya real good if ya'd show me how bad you needed me, mh? didnt even give me the time to walk through the door that you were already all over me." he mused, leaning on top of you.

"just- just missed you, and today's valentine's day-" you breathed.

ben bitterly chuckled. "oh, sweets, that's it? valentine's day got you all hot and bothered for me? that why you couldn't wait for me to take my jacket off?"

your cheeks flushed red and you arched up against him a little, trying to catch his lips in a kiss, but he leaned back. "no, i-"

"didn't even say hello or kiss daddy before you were already asking for his cock..." he tsked. "that all you see me as, all you think about?"

"n-no!" your fingers tangled in his hair. it was getting long again and you were loving it. "i love you, it's not just that! i wanted to spend today with you, do something special..."

"mh?" he rubbed his stubbled cheek against your softer one, making it itch. "i didn't know my sweet girl could be so dirty.... that why you weren't wearing underwear when i got back? were you hoping to get fucked?"

"i-" you stuttered, blushing redder than before.

"good girls get fucked, you know that baby..." his tip started to part your sticky folds and you let out a soft moan, tugging a little at his hair.

"i was good-!" you choked as he pulled away, tapping it on your clit. "i did what you aske-"

"i know... good girls get fucked, and you were the best girl." he whispered in your ear before sliding his whole length through your folds, lubing himself up. "always the best girl for me, aren't you?"

"y- fuck, yeah." you moaned, his tip finally sinking into your welcoming walls.

"this special enough, baby?" he asked as he buried himself deep in you.

you desperately nodded, your eyes watering from the stretch of ben's cock splitting you open and knocking on your cervix as he started moving. "yeah, ben-"

"happy fuckin' valentine's baby." he grunted in your ear.

[daz-zey]

Domestic life with Gi-Hun

Snuggles ‼️ (which makes him clingy, heh)

Hugs from behind, kissing on the nape of our neck

Acts of service: quality time, paying for your things even when he doesn't have that much money

Going on dates every once or twice a week

He would wait for us to fall asleep and watch us, tracing our facial features lightly as we slept peacefully in his presence

Melts when he hears us laugh and sees us smile

Would have a sheepish, suspicious and guilty attitude whenever he lost money from gambling

He most likely taught us how to gamble

He’s really supportive and caring that he comforts us whenever we’re stressed, frustrated

Endless yapping (on his end)

He makes it so he has to hold your hand every time out in public and at home

We come back home late at night and he’s still up waiting for us. He made us dinner, ramyeon because he can’t cook well. Or take out/leftovers from the day before

Compliments us profusely, likes getting us flustered

Making out in a secluded space he found one day

Co-parenting with Ga-yeong, she loves us and is happy that her dad found someone

(endless scrolling)

[twinsyy]

You consider quitting genshin sometimes

(very self-insert)

when life gets busy, or when you get bored of the game, you genuinely consider quitting.

because it eats up your time and wears down your attention. and recently, the game hasn’t been very rewarding lately.

you’re ar 60, and you’ve done everything in the game. you’ve maxed out the exploration progress. did all the quests.

farming for characters isn’t going good either. your artifact rolls keep getting worse, especially for the ones that you really hoped would be good.

getting primos isn’t easy either. and it doesn’t help that the characters you want aren’t coming home. you either keep getting weapons, or lose the 50/50.

this game is adding more stress than necessary to your life. you already have a lot going on.

so you’ve made it a habit to take breaks from this game. whether it was for a day, week, month or more.

sometimes, you don’t notice how you’ve forgotten about it. especially during your longer breaks.

and you even frequently feel… free of it.

but it never stays that way. you are constantly reminded of genshin (stupid ads). constantly beckoned back. tempted with better rewards and new characters.

and it works everytime. even if it sometimes takes a while. you always go back to them. something in you feels like you have a sense of responsibility to come back. what does this mean?

it doesn’t help that the longer you are gone, the sadder the welcome back message becomes. and odd.

“Welcome back, we missed you!”

“We are relieved you came back. We thought you wouldn’t.”

“We apologize . We’re trying to be better.”

“We’re sorry.”

“Please stay.”

“Please.”

You encounter these messages, different each return, but have never heard about anyone else experiencing this. Guess you’re a special case.

Very special, indeed.

[fyxestroll]

False Divinity

pairing: sanguinius x reader (fem.)

warnings: non-sexual nudity

notes: possible ooc. fell face first into warhammer and getting sad about sanguinius. haven't written a story in a while so ig this is writing practice

Exhaustion had been more than evident in The Angel’s body the second you set your eyes on him. From the slight sag on his wings and the poorly wiped-off scuffs on his golden armor it had been more than obvious.

At your behest, a bath was drawn.

And that led to now, the both of you staring at each other like predator and prey, wary and waiting for the other’s actions. 

You break eye contact first, unable to take the tension.

The Angel is bare and you are not. To speak of that feels inappropriate but you don’t make a move to leave either for the same reason. So you stand there back ramrod straight and eyes cast down on the floor as you pray to your ancestors for guidance. 

You doubt they’ll answer.

You failed to perform the proper rites. They’ve abandoned you as you’ve abandoned them the moment you entered this marriage.

The only hope for salvation it seems is yourself.

“My lord…” Your voice is small but it echoes all around the chamber.

Splash! 

“Yes…?” He sounded hesitant?... No that’s not…

Oh.

 You look down at yourself and then back at The Angel. His wings were spread out and your dress—your favorite, the heirloom passed down from your mother as it was passed down from hers was soaked. 

“I…My…” You could only let out stutters in disbelief.

You’re soaked.

Your favorite dress is soaked.

before shame could settle a flurry of apologies reached your ear and you found yourself staring at The Angel wide-eyed.

His brows are creased in worry, wings quickly tucking inward in what looked like a hunch in an attempt to make himself smaller. His apologies spin-off to promises of making it up to you and of jewels and other finaries.

It takes you a second to realise.

He feels bad.

The very thought of that is laughable but here he was. The being that soared the skies of your home in shining armor of gold untouched by even a hundred volleys of your world’s most powerful artillery, the one whose voice boomed for all the capital to hear as he spoke of an Imperium beyond the stars and the one whose ivory wings had cast a shadow on you that fateful day.  

It was impossible.

Him.

The man—no, the Angel that had come from beyond the sky and turned your world upside down apologising?

Impossible.

But here he was apologising and promising like his life depended on it.

There was only one reaction that felt right at the moment.

You laugh. 

You laugh hard like a young girl with no manners, like a young girl with no worry.  

It’s the first time you’ve laughed in a long time.

The Angel looks at you thoroughly confused.

You can’t help but let out a smile at his expression. Wiping a stray tear of laughter you speak with mirth. This man, inhuman as he may seem was still human after all. 

“It…It’s alright, My Lord.”

You could not describe what you felt when he replied with a smile of his own.

notes: need warhammer moots PLEASE

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

okay but Foul Legacy and Melusine Creator sneaking around Natlan to go visit the hot springs. there's no extreme need for caution, the People of the Springs see Melusine around there all the time, but with your experiences, the shimmering scar markings across your body, it's better to be careful- not to mention the Abyssal monster twice as big as a human tagging along. Legacy has to sneak you in as Childe, since the best routes run right through a few of the tribes' territories, keeping a hood carefully over your head with the excuse that you're sensitive to the hot sun.

you both breathe a sigh of relief whenever you leave any of the cities behind, Childe giving you a quick squeeze of a hug with a mischievous grin.

Childe manages to find an isolated hot spring, away from the main area with no people around, and without a second thought you leap in, landing with a delightful splash. Legacy is a bit calmer, slipping carefully into the spring and chittering, overjoyed. he happily watches you splash and swim around, letting the warm water soak into his aching joints, dampening the hunger of the Abyss. it's wonderful, seeing you so relaxed, so in your element as you dive and swim in the lovely hot spring.

you'll have to bring Neuvillette here, sometime.

[funtheysaid]

iwtv brainrot is at an all-time high, i fear

[lucasandlily]

Rui x Reader who is really affectionate, but can't touch him because of The Curse.

A/N: I'm alive!! Rui my beautiful beautiful tragic boy. I've actually been having a lot of brainrot for this game, particularly an isekai AU that made me contemplate making RP blog (I love you guys btw. This is probably my first fandom where they're so active, I've been really well connected with this fandom somehow and it's so fun!!), so I figured I might as well be writing it down now. This is an idea I've had spinning in my head for a while, so it's VERY self-indulgent/insert, but enjoy!! AO3 link here

Rui's POV. Second-person pronoun "You" is used. Angst! But also fluff!! (825 words)

You’ve always been an affectionate little thing. It’s something Rui finds adorable about you, staying optimistic despite all that looms over you, not letting any of the ghouls he KNOWS can be more than a little much sometimes destroy your positive attitude. It’s as if you decided to be the light in a place that literally has dark in its name, and he lov admires you for that.

He can’t help but feel the bitter green of envy though, when he watches you ruffle Lyca’s hair after he whines at you for treating him like a dog. 

He pointedly turns away from the look Ed gives him over your head when you relax into his chest after he leans over your shoulder.  

He just laughs along at your drunken antics when you nuzzle into Haru’s hand, somehow even more touchy when your cheeks are flushed with alcohol. 

He tries not to remember the flash of hurt, confusion, the first time he’d backed away from your hand when all you wanted to do was give him a pat for a job well done. He doesn’t know if it hurt more when your face morphed into regretful understanding, or when you apologised and told him you’d try not to do it again. 

Rui tells himself it’s for the better when he notices you’ve been avoiding him for the past week. He’d have done the same to you anyway, if he realised his feelings were starting to fester. He tries to not let it get to him when he hears you enter the Obscuary mansion, only to quickly patter up the stairs without stopping by the bar first, as you would have done previously. 

Maybe before, he would have made it a little competition to see who could mess up the other’s hair more. He’d watched you run your fingers through Lyca’s after you’d tousled it out of place, anyway. Maybe in another life, you’d gently hold his face as you showered him with kisses. He’d do the same to you anyway, if he wasn’t forced to keep his hands to himself. 

If he didn’t notice you hold your hand back every time you saw his mask slip. If he didn’t see your hand stop short before pulling it back to tell him he had a bit of hair out of place. 

It’s all just part of the cursed life, he tells himself. He should be getting used to it by now, he sighs as he walks down the hall over to his room. 

Behind him, he hears the jingle of the bell you like to wear on your keychain. He turns at the sound of your quick steps approaching. 

“Rui! Ruiruiruiii!!” You call.

“Ah, there you are! Haha, I’m not going anywhere you know~ though I guess I don’t mind being chased?” He teases as you approach. 

You smile up at him brightly, “I have something to show you!” You tell him, he notices now that you have a hand behind your back. 

“Hm? Aw, did you get me a gift? And here I was thinking you were hiding from me!” He regrets the words the moment they leave his mouth. Your smile falters a bit as you blink at his confession. 

But before he can backtrack with a “Just kidding!” your smile lightens again, eyes filling with some sort of resolve as you pull out… a glove on a stick? in your other hand.

He doesn’t pull away when he feels the simulation of a hand on his head. He can’t, when you look into his eyes with such unmistakable fondness. The awkward, stilted movements as you try to run the imitation hand through his hair communicates how long you’ve wanted to do this, and the tears that well up in his eyes betray how much he’s needed it. 

He feels the cloth soak up the tears when you move the glove down to hold his face. It feels soft under his skin, and he can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. 

“How long did it take you to make this?” He asks as you let him lace his fingers with your hand extension. He squeezes the plush hand, feeling the soft give before it reaches the stick inside, inspecting where the glove and stick are attached. 

“Um! A week? It took a bit of experimenting to get it to stay on… And they don’t really sell gloves on campus either.” 

Your eyes crinkle when you look at him, the corners of your lips pull up triumphantly when he lets go of the hand to let you pat his head again. 

“You deserve at least this much,” you tell him. “I know it’s not really the same or anything, but I don’t wanna leave you out, y’know?” 

“It was worth it though, if it made you happy.” You look into his eyes as you say this, and he can’t help but believe you.

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[poetryvampire]

right so I'm still on my Zevlor knight in shining armor bullshit. Like nothing gets me foaming at the mouth like a big strong sword wielder becoming a fumbling mess over almost nothing

Imagine being at the grove and noticing just how hard Zevlor is over working himself. You just want to do something nice, show your appreciation for him. You're so desperate to help him relax

He almost has a heart attack when you join him at a watch point one night. There's a chill in the air and you force a bowl of hot soup and bread into his hands. Of course he can't stop thanking you but also gives you a bit of a scolding. He doesn't like that you were wandering around in the dark on his account.

It isn't long before Zevlor notices you're shivering . He's calmering to give you his cloak but you coyly suggest it's big enough to wrap around the both of you and you're right. You snuggle up right against him even lay your head on his shoulder after awhile.

And just like that he's trapped in heaven and hell. He doesn't want to abandon his post but he can't let you walk about at this hour. And to top it off it's a deadly quiet night. Nothing to distract from how close you are, how good your hair smells, how bad Zevlor wants his hands on you. He's unsure if you're or a cruel test or a gift from the gods and how long he can keep resisting

[lavendermin]

going to be real ive been imagining jing yuan and kindergarten teacher doing it before the misconception gets cleared up so mid sex it’s just like “we should stop i don’t want to hurt you especially when you’re having a baby or ruin your relationship with your partner ” “im having a WHAT???”

anon… anon when I catch you 🫵 we share the same braincells truly. This similar concept is in the outline as a potential point of conflict that adds fuel to the fire and now I’m considering keeping it in the final fic still bc ugh. The fine line of being morally grey with already having feelings for each other and thinking both are taken but not being able to resist lingering touches and heightening sexual tension… GOD…

cw | cheating (but not really), nsfw, mdni, pregnancy mention

Finally crossing the line because he’s so nice and kind and hot… and honestly you feel the back of your neck getting warmer when you also think back to how your eyes have wandered elsewhere and that man is definitely packing. To put it lightly.

Aged like a fine wine, truly.

And Jing Yuan equally thinks your partner is not a good match with the amount of times you’ve expressed you would eventually love kids of your own. They’re probably infertile at this point—he has to assume that much. Why wouldn’t your partner give you a child if that’s what you wanted? And he can hardly even feel bad when he’s balls deep inside of you in a guest room you two stumble into at his company’s year-end dinner hosted at a rented estate.

Both your actions betray your words as his hips continue to grind into your wet heat and your nails claw at his back, urging him deeper. He’s a little breathless as he suggests you two should stop, he’s getting close and as much as he would love to creampie you he thinks that might be too far. What if your partner finds out, and your pregnancy, and—

You come hard as he’s breathlessly airing out his concerns and kissing your jaw down to your shoulder. So hard you have to take a minute to get your senses back in order, voice hoarse from how badly he wrecked you. Did you… hear that right? What?

“I’m not pregnant. I– Who told you that?” It comes out as a breathless whisper, throat parched.

You’re too fucked out to even process the part about him assuming you have partner.

Don’t get your news and facts from kindergarteners, folks.