#yap yap exposition yap

[theonxepialos]

starter for @napoleonxfalon.

where: dior's ludi tee hee

when: current timeline, maybe a half step back in it but yk

note: as discussed uwu, let me know if dis works

He'd barely been back from Ankhuria for an entire day before the whispers of what the Kossith had done were mingling through the streets of Lysara. No matter if one was hidden in the underground, or walking through the market square, news of the Kossith claiming Aventia was the only bit of news that filtered from one person to the next. There was little idea to how many were truly taken, but Theon wasted little time in scouting for those he needed to keep accounted for.

For as often as he'd kept tabs on Dior, the assassin had never fully crossed the threshold into the ludi, though he was certain the current appearance of it hardly lived up to the picture Dior had once loosely painted. It was as grand as described, though any gladiator's it was once teeming with was surely far less than anticipated, and Theon had to wonder if they were either taken or if they'd thus scattered at the news.

Theon walked through the ludi, he relied little on stealth to conceal him as it was ultimately barren, walking up to more personal quarters where he'd assume any clue as to where Dior currently was. Presumably taken, but there was a small sliver of hope that the gladiator had fucked off to Avalon much like he'd done when Aventia had first fallen.

Dior wasn't the only person which Theon was anticipated seeing within the ludi, crossing over into the part which housed the infamous gladiator, a sprawling mansion that he broke into with ease. Surprisingly tidy, though that was based on the fact that it seemed not entirely lived in, Theon glancing over any papers, any strewn clothes or equipment as he made his way to the stairs, pausing at the top of them.

Eventually, he stood at the doorway of what was likely the master bedroom, grand windows currently blocked off with curtains, the bed stationed within the middle, Theon coolly crossed his arms, leaning on the door frame, "-Part of who I expected to find here," his tone held a edge of disappointment, the only clue of worry to note that Dior was not here and that the one curled up within was instead Napoleon. "You weren't interested in inspiring peace with the Kossith?" Theon was mildly irritated that Dior had found himself within Aventia, presumably fooled into believing the Kossith were nothing to fear. Theon hadn't been sure what to expect of them, but from the conflicts with Astoria, from their obscured claim over Itzcoatal, Theon had steered very clear of Aventia since their arrival.

[catscidr]

˖ ࣪⊹ ౨ৎ 𝐤!𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟏: 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐤!𝐧𝐤 // — 𝐟𝐭. 𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫!𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐮/𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐳𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢.

i. note — OFF TO A ROUGH START the kenny/geto fic ended up being a whopping 4,5k so i edited it down to be roughly 2k (the full ver is gonna be on ao3 though!) so if the writing seems funky That's Why + im still not completely used to writing smut yet. similar thing kinda happened w zhongli but i went fuck it we ball so im sry if the smut feels short bare with me. im stressed. ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ ) anyways pls enjoy and happy kinktober lads ii. includes — amab!kenjaku (geto's appearance), zhongli. afab!reader iii. cw — kinda mean dom!kenjaku, he's referred to as suguru for Reasons, dubcon bc power dynamics, manipulation, teasing, fingering, dirty talk, one singular cl!t slap, praise and degradation, he's a yapper. -> can very well be read as a mean!suguru/reader if u choose to ignore that one line about his forehead lol — soft dom!zhongli, hu tao cameo, praise, fingering, some whimpering, piv, implied multiple orgasms, a lil breathplay, he nuts dubiously fast, implied round 2 iv. wc — 4,3k -> ao3 link for the full kenjaku fic here!

— 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐆./𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐮.

“So, according to your medical records, you’ve never had a pap smear. Is that correct?” 

Your blood runs cold. Shit, I didn’t think he would bring THAT up during a normal, unassuming routine checkup. I’m so fucked. 

“Ah, um... no, I haven’t,” you respond sheepishly, clenching your teeth so hard you wonder if he can tell just how hard you’re trying not to bolt out of the door. 

If he wasn’t a medical professional, Suguru would have made a fine actor; and so, as all normal doctors do, he belts you with numerous questions you loathe answering, one of them being the infamous; 

“Are you sexually active?” 

Swallowing down the urge to flee the scene, away from those stupid fluorescent lights and that irritating cleaning solution smell, you answer as normally as you possibly can. “I have been, but-” 

“Have you been made aware that all female bodies that have been sexually active should get a pap smear as soon as they turn 21?” he adds, jotting something down in his notes—your personal file, you assume. 

You gulp, internally thinking of excuses to worm into the conversation. “I have, yes. But Doctor Ieiri told m-” 

“I’m sorry, but I am not Doctor Ieiri. I want the best for my patients, even if some procedures can be uncomfortable. That’s just the way life is; but I’ll do my best to accommodate your needs.” Suguru gives you a patient smile and a nod, though he was firm and, honestly, quite stubborn. 

Relenting, you murmur a quiet ‘okay’, already justifying this, telling yourself that it could be worse. You could be getting a pap smear from an old man that still believe women shouldn’t be allowed ibuprofen when getting an IUD inserted. 

“Great! Then please take off your pants and underwear. I’ll step out to give you some privacy.” Suguru flashes you an award-winning smile as he leaves the vicinity, drawing back the light curtain that separated his actual office to the examination room. 

All blood drains from your being as you listen to the sound of his footsteps fading, and instead you’re met with heavy, oppressive silence. 

... 

You knew getting a pap smear would be uncomfortable, that much was a given, but you didn’t think it would be near as humiliating as this. Doctors witness people both inside AND out, day and night; so pray tell, why were you sweating bullets at the prospect of your doctor doing his job? Was it because he was infuriatingly attractive and the thought of someone like him performing your pap smear was enough to get your blood rushing south? 

(Obviously.) 

“You’re doing great,” he coos encouragingly. “Do you need a moment?” 

You blink away the tears that glossed your eyes, and nod sheepishly. He flashes you a smile and gently pulls out the speculum. You wince, but the sting wears off quickly. As a silent apology, he slides the hand that rested on your stomach down until it reaches your pelvis and applies slight pressure. 

“Deep breaths.” 

You inhale slowly, eyes fluttering shut. Right when you started to feel calmer, you jolt; his thumb brushes against your clit, a movement that seemed too calculated to be an accident. Your eyes snap open and as you look down, you’re met with his eyes piercing into yours as he continuously rubs you, almost casually. 

“W-Wha-” 

He shushes you by pressing his thumb down firmly, earning himself a nice, breathy whimper. 

“You need to relax. Let me take care of you,” he murmurs, lips curling upwards. 

Your eyes zero in on the way his thumb smears your slick all over your clit— and his hand. You’re so wet that you can hear your pleasure, squelching noises violating your ears with the repetitive movements of his thumb, and you feel the coil inside of you tighten in tandem with his fingers. Tighter and tighter, aggressively shoving you towards your rapidly incoming climax. 

And God the latex of his glove rubs against your skin so deliciously. Your hips roll up to meet his hand for more stimulation you don’t even think you can handle. You’re so lost in the pleasure he’s giving you that you don’t even notice how desperate you look until he laughs, the noise sounding so incredibly sweet in your ears despite your humiliating predicament. 

Straightening his back, Suguru breaks eye contact to peer down at your slick cunt. “You’re dripping so much it’s getting on the table. Did you even notice you were this aroused, or were you too focused on drilling holes into me to realize it?” He scoffs, decidedly amused at the sight of your pussy clenching around nothing while he continues to stimulate your needy clit. 

You want to deny his (correct) assumptions, to pull away and leave this damn building until further notice, but God was he skilled with his hands. His fingers were dangerous, lethal even. 

“I’m n-” 

Your breath hitches when he smacks your clit, his sharp brows furrowing as he sneers at you and your blissful expression betraying what you wished to say. It shouldn’t, but the sight turns you on in a way you’d never say without squirming in shame. “Don’t lie to me now. How long have you been wet for?” 

Shaking your head, you purse your lips in a tight line, ashamed to admit that you had been ever since he first started the examination. 

Scoffing, he stands up, towering over you from between your legs. He leans over you, cupping your face as he forces his thumb past your lips, making you taste yourself and the polymer fabric of the glove on his thumb. 

“You didn’t think I’d notice? You started fidgeting quite a lot once I started the checkup. Was it the proximity? Do you find me so attractive you forget how to act normally?” he gloats, pushing his thumb down onto your tongue. Looking up at him through dewy eyelashes, you swallow the saliva that pools in your mouth.

He grins, lowering his face closer to yours; some strands of his hair come undone from the bun, and you feel drawn to his gaze. You can’t look away—neither figuratively or literally. You stare into his eyes, drinking in the sight of his picturesque features, and that painful-looking but intriguing scar running across his forehead. 

(You’re not sure you would look away even if you had a choice, anyways.) 

“Do you have a fetish for doctors or something? How filthy,” he croons. “Or is it my gloves? Do you like feeling my hands prodding at your cunt? And here I was, trying to be useful.” When you whimper around the thumb in your mouth, he knows he’s guessed correctly. 

(He’s so pretty. Vague images of him—his hands—appear in your mind. You want him to pin your wrists together while he fingerfucks you, you want him to wrap a hand around your throat while he scissors you open, you want—) 

He uses his free hand to glide it between your legs and slides his fingers up and down your slit to collect your juices. It drips down his fingers, past the polymer of his glove down to the porcelain skin beneath it. “I bet there isn’t going to be any resistance when I slide my fingers in,” he pulls out his thumb from your mouth and smears your saliva on your lips, then cups your cheeks with said hand. “Want to find out?” 

You gasp when he pushes his ring and middle fingers inside simultaneously as your walls flutter so nicely around them—with the dexterity of, well, a doctor, he quickly finds that spongy spot inside of you and abuses it until you’re a writhing, squirmy mess. 

Moans slip freely from your tender lips, a cacophony of wet slaps and ‘ah! ah!’’s echo in the room while Suguru drinks in the sight of your body submitting up to him. 

“There you go, wasn’t this worth putting your trust in me?” he uses the opportunity to slip two fingers inside of your mouth with the hand that held your face, muffling your slutty moans. “Aren’t you glad you let me do your pap smear? Aren’t you glad I could tell how badly you wanted this?” 

A choked whimper rips through you when he begins to use his thumb to rub your clit at the same time as he bullies his fingers in your wet pussy. His lips stretch into a sinister grin as he watches you struggle to catch your breath; you were so overwhelmed your head spun, oxygen failing you. 

You latch your hands around his forearm and wrist as you try to squirm away from the overwhelming pleasure; though your attempts are in vain. “P-Please! I can-can't take much... more...!” you manage to choke out. 

He laughs, his own breathing becoming shallower and shallower the more he pushes you near the edge of your orgasm. “I don’t care, I’ll make you take it if I have to. Come on, you can be good for me, can’t you?” 

You drool around the fingers he kept in your mouth as tears threaten to slide down your cheeks, overwhelmed with how much he kept rubbing you from the inside and out. Cracking your eyes open, you take a peek at the mess between your legs, and immediately clench around him when you catch but a glimpse of the mix of dried and wet slick on his blue glove. 

He notices and slows down the rhythm of his fingers thrusting inside you, letting you catch your breath for a moment. “So filthy,” he hums condescendingly. “Since you love my hands so much, you won’t mind cleaning them off, right?” 

Your poor, fucked-out brain doesn’t have the time to process what he meant before you whine at the loss of his thick fingers inside your cunt and then are immediately met with those same fingers thrust past your lips, making you gag around them. The tangy taste of your juices hits your tastebuds as you wrap your tongue around them, dutifully doing as he asked. 

His sharp eyes meet your own cloudy ones, seemingly satisfied. “Good girl,” he coos. “Who would have known that someone like you would get off to sucking off a glove.” You whine, holding onto his free hand to bring it between your legs, batting your eyelashes up at him needily.  

“Hm? Does my filthy little patient want to cum?” You shudder as he drags his fingers up and down your cunt, collecting your slick to flick your clit. You choke around the fingers in your mouth, whining, almost crying, and your eyelids flutter shut, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you finally surrender yourself to him. 

“Of course she does.” He plunges three fingers inside your cunt, bullying them in and out over and over and over until you can’t even lick and suck on his fingers anymore. You’re too busy letting out loud moans as he abuses your sweet spot endlessly; long forgotten are the worries that plagued your mind earlier. All you could think of was Suguru, Suguru, Suguru. 

A shudder runs down his spine as he watches you writhe in pleasure, and for a moment he imagines just how much worse you would look if he had teased your tits or kissed you until you couldn’t breathe. If the tip of his cock kissed your g-spot instead of his fingers. 

(Maybe he should bribe the secretary and make her schedule your next doctor’s visit with him instead of Ieiri.) 

“That’s it, come on. Cum on my fingers.” Your lips wrap around the fingers in your mouth, teeth grazing them just barely as you try to contain your moans.  

Unable to contain yourself any longer, you clench around his gloved fingers as he continuously rubs up into your sweet spot. The coil in your abdomen snaps; slick gushes out of you, forming a thin sheen on his fingers. 

“F-Fuck—!” With trembling thighs, you gush and moan; Suguru pulls his hand away from your face, cooing sweet nothing into your ears that your brain can’t even process while thrusting his digits into you at a slower pace to drag out your orgasm. After almost wringing his fingers dry with how hard you came, you lay numb on the examination bed, chest heaving while you try to catch your breath and come to your senses. 

Your eyelids flutter open just in time to watch your doctor lick his gloved fingers clean, humming as he tastes your juices. “Sweet,” he hums, never breaking eye contact with you. “Here, since you loved them so much.” With swift movements, he tosses his gloves on your chest, grinning at your astonished expression. 

“Well, nothing’s wrong with you,” he says as he stands tall, rolling his shoulders to lessen the strain from being hunched over you for a solid ten minutes. When you respond with nothing but a quiet, blissed-out ‘huh’ he scoffs, decidedly amused. 

He clarifies, voice light and casual. “The pap smear. Nothing abnormal in there.” 

Feeling your face heat up, you’re unsure if you should curse out or thank Doctor Ieiri for taking a vacation at the same time you needed to schedule your annual checkup.

— 𝐙𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢.

You don’t know what you’ve done in your past life for Celestia to reward you with the most caring, loving boyfriend in the world but you’re not complaining—not one bit. 

Even something as banal as waking up next to him is a blessing in it of itself; watching his hair drape over bare shoulders, locks shimmering like a river of gold beneath the sun’s rays peeking through your curtains—you could die happy if it meant dying at his side. 

You get to admire him when he goes through his—your morning routine. Brushing your teeth together, cooking and then eating breakfast together, basking in the lively sounds of the city beneath your patio as you engage in easy, comfortable conversation with none other than Rex Lapis while you eat. 

The one thing you’re certain you would never tire of—not that you’d get tired of anything when it came to him either way—is watching him get dressed. 

There’s something so comforting and entirely domestic when it comes to helping your lover slip out of his pajamas and into his day clothes. Kisses are a common form of currency between you two, exchanged gingerly when you hand him an article of clothing. He never fails to make you feel loved, and you bask in the affection like a cat sprawled out beneath a window on a sunny afternoon. 

Though, one sure-fire way to obliterate the cozy atmosphere within your flat is, you’ve recently discovered, to stare at Zhongli just a liiittle bit too hard when he gets dressed. 

Specifically, his arms and hands. 

Strong, scarred biceps that used to reshape the mountains of Liyue leading to elegant, lithe fingers. Sleeves that hide intricate, delicate black and grey markings on his arms that fade into a rich golden yellow, adorned with veins of the same color that make him look even more expensive than he already does. 

But when he adds the finishing touch and slips on those pretty gloves with his rings? 

It’s like you just defy all normal bodily functions and start ovulating even if you’re nowhere near that part of your cycle. 

“Dearest? You’ve been zoning out a lot lately, is everything alright?” 

...Though, of course, Zhongli hasn’t been up to date with your newly raging hormones because how are you supposed to tell him you can’t help popping a metaphorical boner every time he puts his gloves on.

“You’re fi—I mean, I’m fine! Yes. Everything’s okay!” 

He is the concept of temptation itself. You’re certain that if you had a dick, you would have passed out cold on the floor from your blood rushing down to your hard-on every time you merely lay eyes on his beautiful self.

And it’s gotten even worse these last couple of days; all because he cupped your cheek one morning before he left for the funeral parlor, and left a salacious kiss on your lips that left more than just your usual desire brewing in your abdomen. The material of his gloves left your skin feeling pleasantly tingly for a reason you couldn’t explain.

….Those stupid gloves.

“I can tell something’s bothering you.” Long legs stride over the bed as he closes the distance between you two. “What’s wrong?” 

He’s half-dressed, with his tie slung around his nape and both his vest and tailored coat lying flat on your shared bed, next to where you sat. You sheepishly avoid eye-contact; with how perceptive he is, you wouldn’t be surprised if he hit you with a nonchalant ‘hey babe are you turned on because of my hands and gloves?’ 

No.

Yes.

“It’s nothing,” you hum. “You should finish getting dressed, don’t you have a meeting in half an hour? Director Hu won’t be happy if you-” 

Zhongli places his thumb and forefinger on and beneath your chin, gently tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “That’s not what I asked, darling.” You suppress a gasp; but focusing on anything but the scrumptious man in front of you is a task more daunting than Sisyphus having to carry that stupid boulder up that stupid mountain. 

“Promise you won’t laugh.” Your voice comes out so meek you fear he might make you repeat yourself, but ever the gentleman, Zhongli merely hums, coaxing you to continue. “I won’t,” he says softly. 

You swallow, clearing out your throat before speaking. “It’s, uh,” you murmur. “Your gloves are... nice...”

Unable to hold his gaze, you look away. The warmth of the morning sun beating on your back isn’t entirely helping your situation, as beads of sweat form at your hairline from the sheer pressure he kept over you. Curse his Archon blood.

But Zhongli merely stares, lids relaxed as he tries to dissect you with his eyes. “They are, thank you,” he chuckles quietly, lips curling up into a soft smile. “Are you sure that’s everything, though? You know you can tell me anything, right my dear?” 

“Um,” you deflate, partly wishing for that to be the end of it. “...Are you sure you won’t laugh?” 

“I promise,” he confirms. 

Huffing, you internally think of how much mora you would have to take out of your savings to get a name change and disappear off the face of Teyvat if he ends up going back on his promise. 

“Your gloves,” you reiterate slowly. “I like them. A lot.” 

He blinks, expression entirely unchanging as he keeps staring. He tilts his head, wordlessly expressing complete and utter confusion.

“They’re, uh... I’m just.” You clench and unclench your hands at your sides, too aware of his calm breathing compared to your erratic heartbeat. “...Youmakemehorny.” 

With your fists clenching the sheets and your gaze firmly planted on the wall, you fail to notice the amused quirk of his lips and his shoulders bobbing up and down from holding in his laugh. “What was that?” 

You exhale sharply as your lips press into a tight line, but his patience greatly outweighs your own and you fold. “Your gloves turn me on! It’s hot! When you wear them!” 

True to his word, Zhongli doesn’t laugh—not a peep. You do think you hear a chuckle leave his lips though, but when you finally glance at him again, you’re met with a look that might have made you implode on the spot if this were your first time together. “Zhongli—” 

“Thank you for being open with me, my dear,” he cuts you off smoothly, leaning down to press a chaste kiss on your lips. Pulling away slowly, he looks at you with such intensity that you fear for your legs in the future. “Shall I reward you?” 

... 

“Ngh—Zhongli...!” 

You two had been at it for... what, twenty? Thirty minutes straight? You don’t remember what happened after you admitted what had been on your mind for almost a week; he wasted no time and immediately got to work. 

Talk about dedication. 

Chin covered in your slick, Zhongli laps up the juices spilling out of your puffy pussy, dragging out your last orgasm—the third of the session. He groans as the sweet taste hits his tastebuds, the Archon’s hips unconsciously rutting against the bed; the tent in his slacks was borderline painful, but being the gentleman he is, it was his duty to get you off before the main course.

“Ride it out darling,” he hums, pumping two gloved fingers in and out of you at a leisurely pace. The obscene noise of your juices echo in your mind, making you clench around his digits with carnal need for something more—something bigger. 

“I-I can’t, I want...” you trail off, weakly tugging at his disheveled hair. The hair tie he used slipped uselessly off of his locks, having fallen victim to your vicious pulling of his hair. “Please, baby,” you beg weakly, still choked up from your climax(es).

With one last, long lick, he pulls away from your cunt. The sight of his cum covered face makes you whine with desire, but as your eyes trail down, your mind immediately forgets about needing his tongue back on your clit. He shuffles up the bed and straddles your hips, bucking up against your wetness.

Slick covers his crotch, and you can’t help but stare at his bulging cock pressing against the fabric of his pants. “See something you like?” he taunts, bringing his fingers up to his mouth to lick them clean from your juices.

You stare at his lips, then back down to his very obvious hard-on, and back to his lips again.

His figure shadows yours as he cages you in with his forearms, golden eyes piercing into your own. “Zhongli...” you reach down to tug at his belt, looking up at your beloved with big, glossy eyes. “Please don’t make me beg.” 

A hand comes up to your face, stroking your cheek gently. He brings it down to tug on your bottom lip, smearing his saliva on your skin as a gentle smile spreads across his face. “Of course not, darling,” he hums. “I know what you need anyways, so there’s no need to tell me.”

He swiftly unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants, exposing the prominent wet patch on his briefs. “See what you do to me?” Zhongli purrs, watching your fingers impatiently pull down his underwear, shuddering when his heavy cock smacks against your cunt. “You’re not the only one here that gets riled up in such a way.” 

You whine, dragging your hand up and down his throbbing length, pushing it down at the same time as you slide up the bed just enough for his flushed tip to snag onto your entrance. 

“Z-Zhonglii...!” you huff again, impatiently grinding down onto him, desperately needing him to fill you already. A chuckle slips past his lips, and he pulls himself out of his short-lived trance that consisted of staring at his beautiful partner to cup your face. 

“I’m sorry darling,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss your nose so gently it feels like a butterfly brushed your flushed skin. “You just looked too beautiful not to admire.” 

The compliment makes heat bloom onto your face, but as quickly as your expression melted into a love-stricken one, it morphs into pleasure as you gasp, feeling him push his fat cock into your needy hole.

“Fuck—so tight,” he mumbles, slowly bottoming out. “Are you alright, darling? Do you need a minute?” Zhongli huffs, brows pinched together as he exerts his self-control to not just ram himself into you immediately. You shake your head quickly, jaw slack, desperately trying to create more friction against your g-spot. 

“Please just—” you choke on your words, feeling him pull back and thrust into you again in one swift movement, the slap of skin against skin making your skin burn with both arousal and embarrassment. 

Zhongli’s right hand slides down to pull your shirt up over your chest, and almost immediately he gropes your breast, groaning at the feeling of the fat of your tit spilling out from between his fingers. 

“So good to me,” he praises, amber gaze burning into you, studying your expression to burn it within his mind. “I can feel you clenching around me.”

He swallows, trying so hard not to bust right then and there. “D’you want to cum, darling? Are you close?” 

Whimpering, you grab his left wrist and tug, looking up at him with a gasp. “Mhm,” you hum quietly, while biting your lip. Shlick sounds invade your eardrums, forcing soft little gasps to leave your lips in tandem with his thrusts. 

“My sweetheart.” The Archon slides his left hand down your face to your throat, pushing down just enough to make your head feel lighter. The cold metal of his rings makes a shiver run up your spine, and as you choke out a gasp, Zhongli brings his other hand down between your bodies to rub your clit. 

“Go on, cum for me darling.” He grunts, shutting his eyes to hold his impending orgasm back. “P-Please, need to feel that gorgeous pussy milking me before I do,” he breathes out, focusing on the pressure he kept on your throat. 

Your eyelids flutter; and as your eyes roll up to the back of your head, you buck your hips up to meet his thrusts, clenching dangerously around his shaft. He thrusts once, twice, and you feel the dam snap as you gush around him, your back arching clean off the bed. You claw at his arms, writhing against the bed as moans leave your throat in waves in rhythm with your orgasm.

Zhongli’s brows furrow and his thrusts slow as you cum, but right as he blinks the bleariness away and meets your glossy, fucked-out gaze, he feels his heart clench. 

“Haah, m-my love—” 

Unable to speak a warning into existence, he shoots his load into you, painting your walls white with thick, warm cum. Pretty moans leave him as his head droops down to the junction of your neck, and his hips stutter while instinctively pushing his cum deeper into you, overstimulating both you and himself. 

“Z-Zhongli, ‘s too much,” you whimper, pressing your palms onto his clothed chest—a poor attempt of pushing him away. “Too full...!” 

Reluctantly, he gives you some breathing room and sits on his haunches to catch his breath. Watching your cunt flutter around nothing, he hums, pressing his hand on your lower stomach to watch the cum pool down the sheets with a hungry gaze. “Mm, I beg to differ,” he coos, flashing you a smirk. “There’s plenty of space left still.”

Your limbs rest numbly as you lay there on your shared bed, completely breathless. Your gaze flickers to the hand he kept on top of your stomach, and your pussy instantly clenches at the sight. 

“Then... how about round two?” 

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[lady-lilly-gray]

What is O!Ciel's real name?

If you’ve read my Reaper!Lizzie Theory, you’ll know the possibility I like of Lizzie collecting his cinematic record; and I can totally see Yana waiting until the very last minute like that to share his name with us, if she ever does at all.

But someone may just mention it before then; so let's look at some ideas I've been sitting on!

Let’s look at my theories, featuring proposed Japanese spellings

Astre Pronunciation: ah-ster (in english) or ah-struh (in french) Japanese: アスタ or アステル Language of Origin: French Meaning: Star (Celestial Body) Likelihood: 7/10

Propaganda: - It was a name proposed early in development for Ciel (though, this could be a reason working against it) - Stars are a part of the sky (Ciel) which symbolises O!Ciel becoming "one" with his brother since assuming his identity, as well as his reliance on him as the chronically ill younger brother. - Both twins are often shown with stars, particularly during the Emerald Witch and Blue Cult arcs, which is the time we start seeing R!Ciel as a separate character from O!Ciel both physically and metaphorically; as his fever dream strips away some of his façade, if only temporarily.

Quasey Pronunciation: kway-see Japanese: クエシ Language of Origin: Scottish Meaning: Moonlight Likelihood: 7/10

Propaganda: - the Japanese spelling I propose (クエシ) is almost the reverse of Ciel's (シエル)—a difference of just one character! - O!Ciel (and Sebastian) are often association with the moon/lunar imagery throughout the story, all the way back to the Red Bulter arc (which also referencing Sebastian "retrieving the ring" which means Yana was definitely already thinking about the twins back then - The moon only shines because it reflects the light of the sun; that is, O!Ciel is only able to shine because of someone else (his brother's name, Sebastian's help, etc.) - The moon is associated in greek temperaments with the phrase "Hide what's inside, reflect what is out" which is akin to O!Ciel's "reflection" of his brother's identity—this also presents an interesting dichotomy of empathy and duplicity (bordering on psychopathy) - it is an uncommon name, even in Scotland, which would explain why it is perceived as "foreign" despite coming from another country under Victoria's rule

Claude Pronunciation: clo-duh (french...not even entertaining the english pronounciation—get fucked Claude Faustus) Japanese: コロード Language of Origin: French Meaning: “resilient in spite of perceived weakness” Likelihood: 8/10

Propaganda: - the meaning would connect to O!Ciel's identity as the weak and sickly spare, unfit for the real world, let alone the title of Earl - if he was named after his Grandmother, it would further connect him to her, as well as Undertaker - taking his brother's name would be "easy" if he never had his "own" (re: unique) name; there's also something poetic here—it almost strips him of any individuality he has to name him after someone else - a lack of originality could also come from the fact that Rachel and Vincent were not expected two children; and, therefore, only came up with one name in advance (if any, lol)

Oisín Pronunciation: oh-sheen Japanese: オシーン Language of Origin: Irish Meaning: Fawn (Little Deer) Likelihood: 9/10

Propaganda: - it sounds like the English word "ocean" which is a kind of opposite to Ciel ("sky")—plus the ocean appears blue due to it reflecting the colour of the sky. That is, he is a reflection of his brother...or his "mirror twin" you could say... - the ocean (tide) is controlled by the moon, which could connect to Sebastian's moon imagery - the literal mean evokes one young and vulnerable, almost like a lamb for Sebastian slaughter - Most importantly (or, interestingly, at least), Oisín, son of Fionn mac Cumhail, is the primary narrator of The Fenian Cycle

[short666bread]

Haha. I posted fic. don’t read it.

[hermannsprecursors]

Drops this and scurries away in hopes that I'll get asked about my favorite au I've ever written

I wonder who my favorite Sonic character is

[polarmoon]

psa - some more story-adjacent posts will be coming up in my queue soon. it's my first time doing real story stuff on simblr since at least 2015 so i'm a bit nervous, but i hope you guys like it as much as i do :)

probably gonna tzr a bit more often too bc i'm really proud of the posts i have left and want people to see them lmao.

[garygoldenbignaturals]

i have an idea swimming in my mind rn and i hope i dont jinx it by poasting it before really doing anything with it. a really small interactive experience-thing (i'm not really intent in calling it a game bc it's nothing too complicated) about iggy waking up from her second torpor to the year of 2004, around the events of bloodlines. it's mostly text-based, basically just a visual novel with pictures and animated scenes in the style of signalis' cutscenes, encompassing her past a bit and how she came to meet jaden, along with all the npc oc's i've made out to populate her story. it will have a dress up segment bc i enjoy playing with her fashion and it's gonna take inspo from style savvy for the ds. just a little something to explain thee ignatia vitali to people, and a project i could do to better my 3d modeling, animating, and writing skills lol

[seventh-district]

“Why’s he call you Darlin’?”

on my knees begging my brain to stop trying to associate this song with Sam

[classyruinsbarbarian]

what wordgirl character can you relate to the most, or who do you think you’d be most likely to become friends with if you lived in fair city??

Maria & Exposition Guy, Maria cause I like to talk just my thoughts are really incoherent and Exposition guy cuz we both have memory issues (this is really simplified i really don't feel like going essay mode on the tablet again)

If my life was the exact same as it is right now just I am in fair city I feel like I wouldn't have any new friends- though I feel like rose and I would get along

[clownakai]

Pokémon AU two-shot is done💥💥💥💥 i can finally focus on studying for my exams

[grayscale-sparks]

I always forget how much I adore writing exposition

[confines]

just read a bit of an ai generated fanfic for the first time and it's so rough. 😬 reads like some random harlequin with the character's names slapped on it, their "voices" aren't right in obvious and fixable ways, it's so bad.

[nicawlette]

❝ Wang Yi? ❞ She recognized the sight of his back, but hesitated under a wave of nostalgia. ❝ Is that you? ❞ Gone were the white robes and long hair she'd endeavored to get used to, replaced by a familiar red jacket and short pink strands curling along his nape.

With another strange development unfolding across the city, Nicolette's focus had shifted, entirely captivated by a waking daydream shared amongst every Spirale citizen. Ironically, it had only been thanks to Mary Sue's curiously active imagination that Nicolette found herself coming back to reality. As handsome and suave as fantasy men might be, there was only one on her mind, whose eyes she feared wishful thinking would not be strong enough to open.

So imagine her surprise upon arriving back at his apartment to find the bed his sleeping form had occupied for weeks, empty. The shock of it was unsettling enough, but a lack of contact from his end left her wildly concerned. The entire atmosphere of the city seemed to shift in a moment, growing dark and ominous where it had once been bright and carefree. Despite his belongings remaining to prove otherwise, Nicolette could not shake the fear that he was gone— that it was her turn to lose him first, this time.

Please, anything but that— not yet, please.

She had walked the streets with a rising panic, seeing familiar faces from the corner of her eyes that dissipated like smoke the moment she turned to look closer.

Seeing Wang Yi now, Nicolette considered the possibility she may be hallucinating, despite him being the first figure not to disappear before her eyes could fully adjust; however, it did not stop her from moving closer, hand reaching out to seek comfort as it pinched the fabric at his upper arm. ❝ Where have you been? I've looked everywhere for you. I thought... I thought you— ❞ Disappeared, again. Though she could not say the words, they hung in the air between them, anyway.

@nobully — worst boyfriend award goes to the bitch who didn't call me when he woke up from his coma?

[074calicocat]

1k words of yap and there's STILL no tongue in ass 💔

[indirectcomedian]

rosemary getting to do some demon education on around the ring is something i love dearly

[classyruinsbarbarian]

WHAT KIND OF MUSIC DO YOU LIKE/WHAT SONGS REMIND YOU THE MOST OF WORDGIRL??!???

every song I come across is now wordgirl to me but here are some songs! (some songs I had to chop because they would spoil my fics smh ex: The Moon will Sing)

The Crane Wives

Allies or Enemies - this song gives Becky becoming more alien like and the civilians again treating her like shit and during this time Becky begins debating if the city and then everyone around her if they truly have her best intentions in mind

Little Soldiers - Rhyme & Reason song. Like perfectly it fits both Becky & Violet and Rhyme & Reason's fallout and everything.

The Garden - okay where do I begin? I will cut this to the parts I can explain more clearly and even then it isn't enough for my all my thoughts. This is suchh a villain song

Hold your light to the darkness in my head - people around them (the villains) trying to help the villains become better people or them wanting their thoughts of villainy to leave.

Put your ear to my heart or set your teeth against my throat - understand them, listen to them or antagonize them, treat them like the trash they are

Give me something pretty to wear beneath my blood-stained clothes - they don't think they have any 'pretty' personality traits and wants people to tell them, give them something pretty something good they can be remembered for instead of being known as only 'villains'

When they come for us, they'll come with hammers and nails - the villains worry for someone (Miss Power) to take them away for her to harm them like they did everyone else

Mad Dog - Becky trying the city to listen to her for once — to just not turn on her again and again and again — trying to get their approval

Never Love an Anchor - cannot decide whether it is a Claire song or a Villain song, but I will go with Claire for this one. She worries that whatever she does will not be what is good for tobey and lets him go (giving them to someone else temporarily)

Steady, Steady - I have no clue how to put what I think for this song, a new story comes into my head whenever I listen to this song

Tongues & Teeth - villain x civilian (any type of relationship) song — the villain worries if they truly can be good for them and how they would ruin them

Caleb Trask - Becky crashout & villain arc, she realizes that the city is horrible and the trauma that came with her job hits her.

Hole in the Silver Lining - Rise of Miss Power — in the point of view of Miss Power! Trying to manipulate wordgirl into this person that listens to her every command and making sure to find all hope of her resisting or someone else save the day is crushed.

Safe Ship, Harbored - something happens that causes Wordgirl to not be able to come and save the day, she tries her hardest and her best to get out there and help someone, but then has her give up.

Ancient History - repressed memories arise (or just memories ignored) and them being remembered and angst arises (I imagine it with The Whammer, but Becky fits too)

October - Tobey doing everything in his power to get Wordgirl to like him, but like in canon — she rejects him, but this time telling him upfront that she would never like him (unrequited tobecky my beloved) — he feels like everything that Wordgirl helped him through all, everything he told her was wasted; that he loved her for nothing

Take me to war - Becky watches as the city carried her heart — how she couldn't let them think of her as someone dangerous. She swallows her words and the sharpest things in her, and when The Rise of Miss Power happens she could be angry and rude without punishment without worry: she would rather burn the garden then to get rid of the weeds.

Adrianne Lenker

Anything - it reminds me so so hard of Rhyme & Reason, specially the 28 cities fanfic (I keep wanting to tell the author but I get too scared and dip)

Not a lot, just forever - RAHHHHHH okay this song makes me go feral, it's wordgirl found family, I even have a line in one of my fics that ties into this song I cannot tell you how much I love this song

Free Treasure - Victoria best and her befriending other people and them loving and making her feel warm in ways her parents never make her feel (and her slowly realizing something is wrong about her parent's relationship with her)

Once a Bunch - Tobecky I always imagine it around the beginning of their relationship

Already Lost - Wordgirl/Becky identity crisis

My Angel - Tobecky & how they even met from tobey's point of view, he feels as if she is his first friend. She saved him from falling off one of his robots when he was testing it (I keep switching whether it was during a villainous rampage or if he hadn't start villainy yet) she was still new to this whole superhero stuff so people find her 'strange' then it cuts to somewhere where they get together, but then the relationship ends suddenly (at the end of the song it cuts off abruptly like as if the relationship had been broken off suddenly)

Lemon Demon

amnesia was her name - Exposition Guy song: how he fell in love with his wife — he felt like something was wrong because sometimes he couldn't remember her — he forgets that he ran straight into a villain trying to warn people of a crime because he couldn't recognize them

Fine - wordgirl found family

Cavetown

Devil Town - from a civilian or hero pov, sometimes shifting into a villain's pov.

Alex G

Things to do -

I was asleep for days, and now you're the only thing keepin' me awake - Big Left Hand Guy & Invisibill (Invisibill keeping him up and awake)

The calculator will make the same mistakes yeah, I see it in its face - Kid Math will try but his mistakes with how to be a superhero and such

Hold on tight to this time, this place 'cause everything you know will be erased - Exposition Guy and how he knows he would forget these special times and cherishes the time

You were born inside your head and that is where you'll be when you are dead - this fits a lot of characters some examples are: Captain Tangent, Eileen, and LRW

Okay I am ending it off here because my arm hurts like shit and I cannot think of more songs