kamelika
kamelika
Hatsune Miku's slave
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⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨ ᰔ ୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹18 / ESFJ / she/her⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨ ᰔ ୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹oh gee i wonder who my favorite fictional character isrequests are open, hmu hotties (i write shittily tho, if thats even a word)
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kamelika · 13 days ago
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a tiny happenstance ˖˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎
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hiori yo x reader, sfw
a/n: im back from the dead i think
You trudge home from school; eager to barge into your room and embrace the comforting hum of a computer screen. As your footsteps echo through the empty streets, you pass a mart, and before it fully exited your view, you decide to grab a quick snack and maybe a drink for later at home.
The bell above the door jingled softly as you entered the harbor of snacks. You look around, taking in all the options you had. Eventually, you settled on a bag of chips after skimming through many brands and flavors. You then proceeded to walk towards the area at the back of the mart, where they held the drinks. The sound of your footsteps mixed in with the hum of the air conditioning, and you could barely— just barely— hear another pair of footsteps, but you didn't think much of it.
You quickly chose a drink and turned around, only to bump into an unfamiliar figure holding a small bottle of yakult.
"Oh, 'm sorry." He voices as he reaches out a gentle hand to you. You look up slightly, just enough to see his face.
"All good." You mutter, taking his hand and pulling yourself up steadily. He flashes a soft smile before resuming his walk to the cashier register.
You both get to the cashier, and as he was paying, his gaze laid on your bag for a quick moment— specifically on your keychain.
"Is that a NieR: Automata keychain?" He inquires in a friendly manner.
"Yes," You answer, "you play?"
And ever since that day, you knew a deep friendship was about to bloom— and maybe even grow into something more.
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a/n: this was a quick warmup for my writing bcuz i havent wrote in decades
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kamelika · 1 month ago
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cuteness aggression
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blue lock headcannons (wrote this with a fem!reader in mind) also a bit suggestive in here so
Michael Jaiser:
-on some sunny, day, you two were about to head outside before kaiser suddenly glances at you
-he stares at you for a second before suddenly pinching your cheeks
-startled, you start yelling at him and throwing weak punches.
-"ow- ow- ow! misha!!!"
-"you're too cute. people are gonna want to take you away from me. but it's okay, i'm feeling nice, so i'll pinch the cuteness out of you."
-"whut?! noooo!!!"
-and the rest is history...
-the next day, you wake up with your cheeks still red and swollen
-kaiser merely shrugs, kisses your cheek and ruffles your head as an 'apology'
-"your fault you were being so cute."
-you pouted for 2 weeks straight at him
Karasu Tabito:
-you two were on the sofa, watching a movie before karasu made a joke about what was happening on screen.
-you giggled at his antics, and he looked at you— bluescreened.
-"do that again." he demanded
-"do what?" you inquire, confused
-"yer' laugh. or better yet— do me."
-you giggle again, making him scoot closer to you.
-and what he does next was not in your bucket list for this year.
-he bites— yes, bites— you.
-"damnit, why do ya' have to be so irresistible, darlin'?"
-cheeks red, you weakly push him away, but he scoots back unfazed— continuing his assault on you.
-all of the sudden, he starts tickling you
-your giggle is etched in his head. he wants to live to be the reason of that stupidly adorable giggle— so he will be.
-will not stop his assault on you until he's sure he's had enough giggles from you for the hour.
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will prolly make moree.... if i feel like it 😘😊
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kamelika · 1 month ago
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rabbit hearted
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|| michael kaiser x reader || E/18+ || a wolf and a rabbit || wc: 6.6k || ao3 ||
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After a game, during a much-needed night at the bar, Bastard München muses on what animal each player embodies. The answer that the team decides on for you is rather unfortunate. And even more unfortunate is that Kaiser takes such a liking to your assignment.
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minors, antis and ageless blogs dni
notes: wow. wrote this in an afternoon in a complete, lust-filled haze. michael kaiser the things you do to me. this is truly just smut. insane smut with a relatively mean kaiser who is soft, somewhere in there. god help you and reader. enjoy loves 🩷
CWs: player reader, nonbinary reader with afab anatomy, reader referred to with they/them pronouns, clit/dick are used interchangeably for reader, dubcon (kinda), minor Oliver/reader, reader smokes and drinks, predator/prey (lightly), degradation (no derogatory terms used), squirting, PIV sex, kaiser is mean
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It starts during a normal night of drinking.
You're out with the team— you usually abstain, but tonight feels different. After a hard-earned win, Bastard München is squirrely and more lively than normal. You can feel the electric energy in the air as the lot of you settle into your favored bar.
Kaiser is, as usual, at the epicenter with you against his side.
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Kaiser doesn't drink often— the smell of ale and liquor bothers him usually. But when he does, he's a bit of a lightweight.
Tonight, Kaiser nurses his third stein with flushed cheeks. He'd taken a shot of smooth vodka with you earlier, too.
You don't fare much better than him, listing into his side after your first few drinks. He's warm, and the German winter that swirls outside is so, so cold. He wraps an arm around your shoulder, rubbing mindless circles over your jacket. 
It's Gagamaru, the usually quiet goalie, who presents the question that fundamentally alters your evening.
"If you were an animal," he slurs, "Which one would you be?"
The table chatters immediately; Kaiser is silent above you.
"Ness would be a dog," Isagi, another lightweight, who has spent the last ten minutes with his head lowered to the table, says. "That one’s easy."
"Don’t say it like that," Ness whines from your other side, squirming. Isagi isn't wrong and everyone at the table knows that. Someone claps Ness on his back.
"Kurona... a shark," you yawn. "like one of those nurse ones, that's nice and likes to be petted."
The table busts out in laughter, but no one disagrees. Kurona simply takes a sip of his drink, nodding amicably twice. 
It’s decided that Isagi is a panther, Hiori is a leopard seal, and Gesner is a dingo. Grim is a falcon.
"What would you be, Kaiser?" It's Yukimiya who asks. He’s a heavyweight, surprisingly, who has drunk more than the rest of the table but looks perfectly put together, still. Fucking rude.
Kaiser, who has remained notably silent the entire conversation, hums. Contemplative in a way that makes your stomach swoop. A quiet Kaiser is a dangerous Kaiser.
"A wolf, probably." he leans back in the booth. "Or a big cat."
"like a lion?" Isagi slurs. He needs water badly, you think. You wish you were within yourself enough to fetch some for him. “You’re way more of a wolf.”
"Sure, yeah." Kaiser smiles, all gleaming teeth. He does look like a predator like this, you think. Especially with how you’ve, somehow, become nestled against his shoulder, beneath him, keenly aware of his canines and their sharp points. It’s been almost a week since your last fuck, and therefore the marks he'd left during your last bedding have all but faded, but the knowledge of the damage they can inflict is still there.
You still remember the feeling of them. The way Kaiser sometimes draws blood and looks pleased about it.
"What about me?" you ask, shifting closer. Kaiser’s arm loops lower, going around your waist. His body is filled with curled tension.
Kaiser looks down at you, still smiling. It makes your stomach drop all over again. His fingers dig into your ribs and a small sound bubbles up your throat, against your will. It’s a frail, warbling sound. The bar is loud enough that only Kaiser and you can hear it, but it still makes your cheeks hot all the same.
When you attempt to duck and hide your face in the fabric of his shirt, Kaiser winds his hand into the hair at the base of your skull and tugs. It keeps your face up; he won't allow you to hide.
"I think," Kaiser licks his teeth, tilting his head. The long, azure tails of his hair fall off his shoulder. "You’re just a little rabbit."
What the fuck.
"... A bunny?" you ask, incredulous. You're not a fucking rabbit.
"Mhm," Kaiser pulls your hair again. "Don't you agree?"
"Absolutely not," you snap, embarrassed. Everyone at the table gets something of a predatory animal and you get shafted with a fucking bunny?! "Take it back."
"Nope." Kaiser pops the 'p' and pats your head with a little too much force. Your brain rattles around in your skull. "You're just a little bunny rabbit at the end of the day."
"No, I am not—!"
"I have to agree," Hiori says. The traitor, with his own sharp glint in his gaze, sighs dreamily. "Aren't ya' a lucky one, Kaiser."
"Don’t say it like that." you stutter over your words. "I'm not—!"
"Nah, you are," it's Gesner, this time, nodding and crossing his arms over his chest. "You run around like one too."
"Um," Ness says from beside you. "You a-are a bit like a rabbit, don't you think?"
"You’re cute like one too." Kaiser pinches your cheeks and shakes your head with his grip.
"No," you refuse again, drawing back from your wolfish tormentor. "Nuh-uh, nope, never. I'm leaving. Bye."
"See!" Gesner laughs. "Running off, just like a cornered rabbit!"
"I hate all of you." You snap, crawling over Ness and Kurona without a care in the world. You need to get out of this fucking booth—
Kaiser grabs your ankle and yanks.
It puts you off balance, and you fall into Ness’s lap. Like, fully. Face pressed between his legs.
You both squeak.
"Fuck off—!" You kick Kaiser in the gut, who doubles over, and you scramble from the booth.
You sway as you right yourself, stumbling through the crowded bar.
You're not a fucking bunny.
...
You end up outside, having bummed a cigarette from a beautiful woman who lit it for you. It balms your ego instantly, and the nicotine buzzing in your skull makes your humiliating animal assignment seem less important.
You consider going home. Your apartment is within walking distance, but it is cold. You could take a taxi and put yourself on ‘do not disturb’ so you don't have to deal with any of the inevitable teasing texts from your teammates.
And, it would allow you to ignore Kaiser.
You know him well. Well enough that the idea of you being a cute bunny rabbit is going to have you and your cunt infirmed for some amount of time if he is left to his own devices. Locking your door— no, barricading your door, because that fucker has a key to your apartment somehow, is your best option to save the health and safety of your dick.
You exhale a cloud of smoke that gets carried away by the biting wind. You shiver.
"Look at this," A voice comes from down the road. You grimace. You’d know that rolling, low drawl anywhere.
Uber’s Oliver Aiku— for fuck's sake— you cannot catch a break. You should've figured that he and the rest of his team would appear, given Bastard München beat them earlier in the day. They walk in a gaggle toward the bar with Oliver at the helm.
"Hey," You take another drag, remaining casual because you value your sanity. "All of Bastard is in there. I'd turn back if you want to keep the peace and avoid a bar fight."
"Aw," Oliver clicks his tongue as he nears; the team is already filtering inside. their funeral. "Don’t think we can handle it?"
"Not at all." You shake your head with a sigh.
Oliver hums and stays outside, sidling up next to you and taking his own pack of cigarettes out. He lights up beside you and exhales his first puff with a sigh.
"Where's your keeper?" Oliver asks.
"Inside.” You huff. "And— he's not my fucking keeper."
"Yet, you knew exactly who I meant."
"Because I have common sense— and I know how... we are perceived."
"And is that perception... not entirely correct?"
"We’re just fucking." You take another drag. This cigarette is burning way too long, dammit. You should've hailed a taxi. "That's all."
"You exclusive?"
"You're a dog." You spit, hoping there's enough venom behind your words to keep him at bay. "And... we haven't spoken about it."
"How interesting." Oliver slides a little closer.
You move a step away. "Keep your distance. He bites."
"Excuse me for trespassing." Oliver holds his cigarette between his lips and holds his hands up in what feels like a false surrender. "And for pursuing a fling."
"There are other prospects."
"Certainly." Oliver cocks his head to the bar behind him that has absolutely gotten louder since Ubers entered. "But you've banned me from your favored pub."
"Out of concern for your safety."
"So, you care about me then?"
"Twisting my words..." You laugh and throw your cigarette on the ground. You stamp it out with the bottom of your shoe. "Go in, I don't care. Find another body."
"Ouch." Oliver laughs, running a hand through his hair. His gaze is warm and piercing all at once.
You begin to walk away, in the direction of your apartment, when the door to the bar swings open rather dramatically.
Fuck— you took too long. You walk a little faster, you have to—
"There you are," It's Kaiser because, of course, it is. He grabs your shoulder and yanks you back. He wraps himself around you from behind, his blue-tipped bangs tickling your cheek. You refuse to look at him and see the glare that he's undoubtedly shooting at Oliver. Kaiser presses his lips to your cheek. "I thought I lost you."
"Piss off. I'm going home."
"Without me?"
"Yes." You try to pull away from him, but Kaiser is so much stronger than he looks (and he doesn’t look weak to begin with). He keeps you in place with an arm looped around your waist.
Oliver watches you both with blown pupils.
"'Just fucking', huh?" Oliver laughs then, low and forbidding.
Kaiser goes stiff behind you. You're fucked.
"Is that what they said?" Kaiser says next to your ear. You pull away harder, more frantically, but he doesn't yield.
"Yup, and it's the truth!" You say, far too chipper. "Now, let me go, so I can go home, drink some water, and go to bed."
"Nope." Kaiser cuts you off. "Not alone, little rabbit."
"I hate you."
"I'm sure," Kaiser smiles against your cheek, wolfish and unrelenting.
He drags you away, Oliver chuckling at the door of the bar. You despise them both.
...
Kaiser has you pressed against the door to your apartment (which he unlocked with that stupid key of his— you really should take that away from him—) the moment you enter. You're pressed, front flush to the wood with your cheek pressed to the side. Kaiser is leering at you like a wolf, like a big cat that needs you as a meal.
You gulp.
"You should know better," He practically croons. He's pressed against your back, already hard against your ass. "But, I suppose that I shouldn't expect all that much intellect out of a little bunny, should I?"
"Piss off." your voice barely squeezes out.
Kaiser's hands slip to your front, undoing the button of your pants and the zipper of your fly. You squirm.
"No," You tell him, "No, no, don't, wait—"
"I was very patient at the bar," Kaiser noses into your cheek. "I wanted to fuck you in the bathroom there, you know. I could've made sure the whole team knows whose you are."
"I think they already— do—!" Your voice arcs as he bites down on your neck, on an old, yellowing bruise he left the last time he had you like this.
"Do they?" Kaiser sucks at the skin, blooming a mark there, surely. "That Uber's defender seemed pretty keen on you."
"He's a whore."
"And you're mine." Kaiser tugs you by your hair, forcing your neck into a painful curve.
His gaze is cutting. All sharp edges and blue thorns. You've offended him, somehow, by doing nothing. Now you'll reap what you've sewn.
(Part of you, the part that, perhaps, is more rabbit-like than the rest of you, knew that this is where you'd end up. It wanted this. Wanted to feel squeezed and pressed and small like a little prey animal at the hands of a man who can't be described as anything less than a canid predator.)
Kaiser’s hand dips into the front of your panties, the stupid cotton kind you try to avoid wearing when you know you're going to be fucked.
"Oh look," Kaiser says, sing-song, "You're soaked."
"Fuck— you—!" You kick back at him.
"A little bunny is so predictable," Kaiser sighs, wistful, rolling the pearl of your clit. "You just need to be fucked, don't you?"
"No—"
"Don’t lie," Kaiser shoves your pants down to your thighs. "You’re not very good at it, anyway."
"I hate you—"
"Keep lying and I'll make this worse for you." Kaiser reminds.
It's always like this. The push and pull, the tugging, and the resistance. You both get off on it. You feel dizzy with arousal, with shame, with pent-up rage and indigence.
A sound bubbles up from your throat as he spins you. Still against the door, with your back to it now. Your panties are hardly covering your cunt down, the thatch of hair around it peeking out.
And your wolf drops to his knees with a hungry smile. He pulls off your pants and presses his lips to the wet spot on your panties.
"These are cute," he hums. They are, there's a little bow in the middle, periwinkle, with light lace around the thighs. "All for me?"
"N—No—"
"Lying, lying, lying, little rabbit."
He licks a stripe over your cunt, over the soaked cotton. Your hips jolt, and he presses them into the door.
It's rude how he does this. How he undoes you so easily, how he picks you apart like a wolf tearing the flesh from the ribs of its meal.
He pulls your panties down and feasts.
It's too much, immediately. Kaiser does nothing in halves and sucking your dick applies to that. He sucks your clit into his mouth, kneading your hips as you gasp and writhe.
He moans when you kick him and doubles down.
He laps at you, breaking you down so easily. A finger presses against your entrance and you whine, hips jolting down toward the pressure. Your legs feel weak, with arousal and the leftover exertion of the day’s game.
"Wait— wait—" Your voice breaks. "I’m going to fall—"
Kaiser hefts one of your legs onto his shoulder but does not slow. Doesn't break his tempo while his head bobs up and down. You fist a hand in his hair and pull. He moans against you and the vibration goes straight to your dick.
You cum incredibly quickly. Embarrassingly so, and your one unsupported leg shakes so hard that it does, indeed, collapse. Kaiser barely catches you, still licking at your cunt through the aftershocks of your orgasm. He lowers you to the floor as your chest heaves.
You struggle to catch your breath as Kaiser grins at you. Your slick coats around his mouth, down his chin.
"What? He tilts his head. "Nothing to say now?"
"You’re the w-worse."
"At least you're not lying, now." And he kisses you, fiercely.
It’s the kind of contact that is meant to break and snap bone. The wet-fingered hand that had been massaging your insides grabs your jaw with enough force to bruise. All you can do is take it. All you can do is swallow down his moans while he takes yours. All you can do is shake and wrap your arms around his shoulders.
A warbling sound breaks from your throat.
He pulls away with a gleam in his eye. The night has hardly started and you already feel— wrung out, small. Aching.
Kaiser, for all of his dramatics and teeth, kisses your forehead with a surprising amount of tenderness. You ignore the stinging behind your eyes.
...
Kaiser is kind enough to bring you to bed, thankfully.
During some of your trysts, he'll simply take you over the arm of your couch or the small dining table tucked away by your kitchen.
Today, however, he drops you on top of your bed. You bounce as he does. You sniffle, dragging yourself up to the headboard.
"Running, just like a rabbit." Kaiser pulls off his shirt. "You’re not making a good case for yourself, bunny."
"Don’t c-call me that."
"Shouldn’t I?" he moves so quickly, suddenly braced over you, with a hand in between your legs. "It turns you on so much when I do."
You hate that he's right. You hate that— being in his jaws makes you so weak. You turn your head to the side, away from him. Kaiser acquiesces, kissing down your throat that you've bared to him. He nips and sucks as he does. Raised bite marks following in his wake, surely. You can't stifle your sounds as he does. Your legs kick and your heels press into the bed, but it doesn't slow or stop him.
"You’re so wet," Kaiser rolls your clit with his thumb. "I bet you'd take my cock so well, without any prep even."
Alarm bells go off in your head, the hard line of Kaiser's cock, still covered by his boxer briefs, burns against your thigh.
"No, no, please—" Kaiser is not small. He has a frustratingly large and thick cock (pretty, too), and taking without being stretched first aches for days.
He hushes you with a kiss on your cheek. "I'll be nice today, hm? Even if you don’t deserve it."
"You're n-never nice."
"Another truth," he sighs, wistful. "You’re getting better."
You hate him so fucking much.
It’s unfair, how easily he slips a finger into you. Then, so quickly, another, pressing and curling in just the right spot. For 'just fucking', Kaiser knows your body far too well. He is so keen to the spots that undo you. You barely hold back tears as he massages the most tender spot inside you.
He kisses you as he does. It’s consuming, the way his tongue delves into your mouth. He licks your tongue, at the back of your teeth, and sucks your tongue into your mouth. When he withdraws, a line of spit connects you both. It breaks and slaps against your chin.
"You look so pretty when you're messy.” He pats your cheek with too much force, curling his fingers just right.
"If—" You can barely find your voice. "If you make me c-come again— you can't—"
"Oh, I can—"
"Don't—" you won't be able to take it, you're certain. No matter how empty and barren your insides feel, even with his fingers in you, you can't take anymore. You feel tears brimming at the corners of your eyes.
"Please, please, please—"
"What are you begging for?" Kaiser kisses your cheek again like a lover would. "More or less? I can't tell."
You think less, but you don't know.
He slips a third finger inside you. You cry out, wrapping a leg around him, over his back. It’s an answer enough. 
“All that talk,” he pushes your shirt up. “And still so needy.”
Before you can reply, Kaiser has his lips around one of the stiff peaks of your nipples. A sound shatters out of you as he sucks. Bites, even, gnawing on you like a piece of meat. It’s sensitive, it’s too fucking much, and yet you can kick him away anymore. You fist a hand in your own hair.
He spreads his fingers inside you, switching to the other side of your chest. 
Kaiser leaves marks as he does. Your chest, marked. Your throat, marred. Everyone in the locker room will see, and that’s his intention, probably. You’ll be embarrassed— you are embarrassed— but you can’t make yourself stop him.
(Oh, you want his mark on you. You want to be more than fucking, you want to be in his maw, his teeth in you— fuck, fuck, fuck—)
He pulls away, taking your shirt with him. 
Kaiser looms above you, grinning, teeth gleaming in the low light of your bedroom. You swallow, audibly, and he laughs in the same way a wolf does. Low and forbidding, a promise of a massacre tucked in his throat. 
He peels off his boxers and his cock springs free.
If you were more within yourself, less lost in pleasure-pain, you would make some quip about how he is wet too. Pre staining the front of the boxers, wetting the red head of his cock. He’s like that— messy. Eager in his own way, dripping before you’ve even really touched him at all.
You jolt up, unsteady, wrapping a hand around his cock and pumping. He hisses and grabs your wrist, but doesn’t stop your motion. Instead, his mouth falls open, pretty lips parting as you stroke him. He’s already fully hard, painfully so it looks like, but he doesn’t make you stop. If you were teasing, he probably would, but you’re not.
You’re just pleasure drunk, bent within your desire. 
“Fuck—” he grits out, guiding your holding a little tight on his cock. His pre drips, splattering against your navel. You jolt with the feel of it, whining. 
“How—” you swallow again. “How d-do you want me?”
You watch his brain stall.
Kaiser is an interesting creature. Part of him craves the chase, the capture, the stealing of something for himself. Your pleasure and forced submission are two of those things, you’ve found. Those desires of his are transparent. 
There’s another part that wants something stickier. That wants something... you wouldn’t say kinder, but more intimate maybe. Closeness, in all its parts. 
It depends on his mood, how he starts fucking you. But it usually ends the same.
Kaiser doesn’t answer you verbally, he instead grabs you by the hips and flips you, so you’re tummy down against the duvet. He roughly grabs your hips, raising them so your back is in a cruel arch.
“I want to mount you,” he says, voice rough and lilting. “Like any wolf would want a rabbit, yeah?”
You kick at him blindly, “I’m not—”
“But you are—” Kaiser reminds you, a hand bracing on the back of your neck, pressing you down into the sheets. “And you were doing so well, knowing that. And even still—”
His breath is scalding against your nape.
“I’m a wolf, remember?” Kaiser's teeth nip against the skin and muscle of your trap. “Whether you’re a little bunny or not, I’d want you like this.”
You don’t get to speak; your words are stolen by the press of his wet cock against your cunt.
A sound tears from you as he breaches. It’s a tight fit, even though you’re dripping and he had three fingers in you moments ago. The stretch is a burning thing, hot, so hot. It hurts, but the good kind of hurt you relish. Every centimeter Kaiser pushes into you feels like agony and relief in tandem with one another. 
By the time he’s fully seated, pelvis flush to your ass, your breath is catching. Too fast, too shallow, too withered.
“Deep breaths,” he whispers into your ear with a kiss over the sensitive shell of it. His weight is still beared on your neck. “Slow ones.”
“F-Fuck you—”
“I could move now, you know,” Kaiser adjusts his hips, the tip of his cock nudging your cervix, entirely too deep. “I’d make you pass out if I did that, wouldn’t I? I said I’m being nice, so breathe.”
You whine and close your eyes, counting your breaths, matching Kaiser’s, his own ragged by better-paced than your own. The brittle quality of your own settles a little, though a hiccuping sound emerges too.
“Are you crying?” Kaiser asks, half-incredulous and half-struck. “So early for tears.”
“Is’ the liquor—” You slur out.
“Liar,” Kaiser withdraws, so only the tip of his cock remains inside you. “Liar, liar, liar—”
With each word, he thrusts in and out of you. Deep and fast, bruising your insides without care for how you scramble for purchase below him. A twinge burrows itself in your neck with the pressure.
You wish you had words in you, but Kaiser fucks them out of you without pause. Without yield. All you can do is grab the duvet and take it.
His pace isn’t rapid, it’s measured. It’s meant to undo. Each wet slap against your cunt is tactical on his part. Each groan he lays into your ear serves the purpose of flaying you. You’re a meal for him; you’re being eaten.
He starts babbling as his pace speeds up.
“J-Just a fucking bunny,” he spits. “Just a stupid fucking bunny who doesn’t know what’s good for them, yeah? Should’ve watched your mouth.”
Any reply you could have leaks out of you in the drool that pools out of your mouth, wetting the fabric beneath your cheek.
“Good thing you have me,” Kaiser moans into your throat, sinking his teeth into you. “I know what you need, even if nothing in that pretty head of yours does. You k-know that, yeah? You know you’re mine?”
Ah, there it is.
Kaiser wants something that is his. Something he has to take.
He’s taken your body in so many ways, parts of your heart too, which is far scarier to acknowledge. For how much yearning is built up in that man’s body, he is horrible at expressing it in any sane fashion. 
Only like this, with you taking everything he gives, can he let those desires loose. Only then can Kaiser really yearn with the full breadth of his chest, with the full weight of his body against yours.
“Yours.” Is all you can get out.
(Oliver, that fucker, was right. ‘Just fucking’, your ass.)
Kaiser moans, high and sweet in a way that you’re certain only you have had the privilege of hearing. He pulls out for only a moment to flip you around. Your legs instinctually come up around his hips, ankles locking at his lower back. His cock lays over your navel, over the softness of your tummy. It’s— obscene to look at. How deep inside you he can reach. 
He clasps his hands with yours, intertwining his fingers with your own as he pushes inside you again. 
The angle is different— each thrust has the head of Kaiser’s cock nudging your sweet spot. It doesn’t help that your stomach is bare, slick with the remnants of your slick and Kaiser’s pre. You feel exposed, like a belly-up prey animal that can’t hide from the wet jaws of a much larger, much more dangerous animal.
It doesn’t help that Kaiser is leering from above you, smiling, sweat beading on his brow, and slicking the blonde and blue hair around his face down against his cheeks. He looks just as debauched as you, maybe.
You squeeze his hand in your own, and he moans. Dirty and filthy, fucking into you harder, deeper. He tilts his hips to raise your own, the angle making blood rush into your skull.
Tears, the overwhelmed kind, drip from your eyes.
It makes him slow, just barely, and flatten his body to yours. He licks them away like he so enjoys doing when he forces you down small enough to get you teary and lost. 
“Shhh,” he shushes into your cheeks, lapping like a hot-mouthed canine. “You’re taking me so well— why are you crying? Is the little rabbit scared?”
“No, no—”
“Sure, sure,” Kaiser laughs, cruel and loving all at once. “So scared of a big, bad wolf, right?”
“No—”
Are you scared? 
Maybe.
You’re scared of how Kaiser makes you feel in these moments. 
On the field, he’s all hard metal and marble. Something entirely broken and reforged, stone-hard and indomitable. Endless in his prowess, terrifying in his ferocity. On more than one occasion, you’ve been explicitly thankful to be on his team, rather than facing him. The way he breaks others down simply through his own play is terrifying to watch. You aid him, as any good midfielder would do, but it’s not you who is tearing apart your opponents.
That’s all Kaiser.
But that’s less fear— more awe, some respect, and some... eye-rolling. God, the man has a flair for the dramatic when he gets into it. 
The fear comes from these moments. It comes from when you were so easily wrapped around him at the bar.
The depth of Michael Kaiser’s feelings is endless. Black and lightless, like the deep sea, there’s no bottom to it. It’s the kind of lucid knowledge that Kaiser will consume you with his yearning, his voracity, his urge to take and eat his fill, and then some. It doesn’t take a genius to know that Kaiser has lived most of his life hungry, and now that he has access to ample food, he will never allow himself to go hungry again.
It’s unfortunate that you are his— morsel. Prey. Meal. So often.
It scares you, the look on his face now as his pace increases. As all of his attention truly zeroes in on you. The smile on his face, the knowingness of how he looks at you. The way he eats your pleasure and intends to gorge himself on his own.
(At how— he so clearly wants more. No one unaffected would need to hold your hands to come like he does. Kaiser doesn’t know how to want and yearn in any way that is normal. Only when you’re both stripped down, you, humiliated, and Kaiser fully riding the high of humiliating you, can you both be honest.)
“Please—” You say, desperate. 
Kaiser doesn’t tease or ask what you mean, now. He just fucks you harder.
It hurts— your insides. You’ll be bruised and you want to be bruised. You bend up into him as he does, as he chases his own want and desire through the outlet of your body. Your cunt squeezes around him and he curses under your breath.
His pace falters, just barely, and you know he’s close.
“Kiss—?” You ask, broken all over, and Kaiser does just that.
His sounds get lighter and airier as he gets closer to his own peak. You feel the way his muscles are bound tight. The bed frame hits the wall with each thrust. The wet slap of flesh-on-flesh lights staccato breaths in your chest.
You babble out pleas, for more, for more— 
He chases his high, eyes locked onto yours, hands squeezing your own on either side of your head. His rhythm breaks as he groans, pressing deeper, so fucking deep, and he fills you up.
The gush of warmth in you has you gasping, kicking at his back. It feels like so fucking much as he fucks his spent into you, not stopping his thrusts until he’s empty and softening. His chest glistens as he pulls away, cock slipping out of you with a rush of cum. It drips out of you. It must be obscene because Kaiser practically has hearts in his eyes as he pushes his release back inside of you with two shaking fingers.
His gaze shifts from your cunt to you. Then, he scowls.
The moment is gone, it seems. 
Something odd and hollow enters your chest. It’s not an unfamiliar feeling. It gets worse as Kaiser climbs off the bed, finding his boxer briefs and pulling them back on.
(He’s— he’s usually clingy after sex. He needs to be cuddled and held, but will never ask for it. Though, sometimes he does this, runs off when things get too raw and truly real.)
He exits the room wordlessly and you sigh.
You feel— sober enough. You want to cum and your insides are still vibrating and aching. Your hand slips between your wet thighs.
A little aborted sound slips out of you as you scissor two fingers around your cock. It’s swollen, your whole cunt is puffy and aching from the treatment Kaiser inflicted upon it. You feel like all of the blood in your body is centered around your core; it won’t be hard to finish.
You throw your head back against the bed, feeling too empty even with Kaiser’s spent inside of you.
“What are you doing?”
You hadn’t realized Kaiser had reentered the room.
He looks— handsome, unfortunately. Ruffled and sweaty from sex, and it’s a good look on him. There are a few bite marks on his neck, ones you didn’t even realize you left. His hair is frizzed up from the generated humidity.
“Getting off,” your voice breaks when you speak. “Leave, if that’s what you want.”
There’s a stillness in the room. Tension that appears so quickly and thickly, that you can almost see it. 
Kaiser glares at you like he intends to kill you. It’s the same look he gives Ness when the other whiffs a pass during practice. It’s the same one he gives Isagi when he outdoes Kaiser. It’s an identical look to the one he gives you when you leave the locker room without him.
Kaiser’s clamoring back on the bed before you have time to think. Your hand is ripped away from your cunt and replaced by his own.
“Did you really think— I’d leave you on your own like this?” 
“Yes—?”
“I must’ve fucked you stupid, then.” Kaiser spits, literally spits, onto your cunt. You flinch. “Or maybe, you just don’t think at all. That sounds plenty logical too.”
“You’re—” the worse, you want to say, but unfortunately, you really can’t speak as he lifts your thighs around him once more and slips his deft fingers into you again, rubbing your clit with his other hand.
“I just wanted to be nice, and get you some water, considering you were so bent on having a sip before we left the bar. But excuse me, I have such a needy rabbit on my hands, needing to get off and be fucked stupid before they can be satisfied.”
You squeal as his pace increases. You’re still— so sensitive. He folds your legs up and an odd pressure grows in your abdomen.
“Mihya—” A slip of the tongue, an understandable one, all things considered. “Wait—”
“I’ve been too nice to you, haven’t I?” Kaiser bends you in half. “You’ve forgotten the role you play, haven’t you?”
No, you haven’t, you really just thought that things got too sticky and gooey for Kaiser to continue to be in your bed, and you were trying to not fucking— leash a wolf, for your own safety. But, maybe Kaiser’s cock and the shot you did before you left the club really did make you a bit stupid.
The pressure in your abdomen increases, all pressure and heat.
“Mihya, wait, wait—!” You sob, scrambling to grab his wrist, but he doesn’t stop or slow. His pace grows more frantic, intense. 
When you come, it’s wet.
A gush of fluid drips down his wrist, soaking your thighs, and wetting the comforter in a puddle below you. Kaiser keeps going, fucking you through it, despite all of your kicking and pushing. 
He doesn’t stop until you come again, the same way. Wet and messy and wrung empty.
Only then, once you’re shaking, choking on your tears and harsh breaths, does he extract his fingers from inside you. They’re— they’re dripping. Soaked, just like the sheets, just like your cheeks. 
You have your forearm laid over your eyes as you struggle to catch your breath.
You’ve— you’ve never done that before.
“Well,” Kaiser says, a smile so clearly in his voice. “That’s new. How lucky am I?’
“I—” Your voice is chopped. “I d-didn’t know I could do that.”
“... You haven’t before?”
You shake your head, pulling your arms away to look at him.
Kaiser— oh fuck, oh fuck— you made a mistake. You shouldn’t have told him that. The smile he wears is worse than wolfish. It’s worse than predatory. It’s something deeper and more primal that has your hindbrain begging you to roll off the bed and hide in a closet until further notice.
But you don’t, you can’t.
Kaiser kisses you. 
He licks at your lips, your mouth, swallowing down each desperate, overstimulated sound that leaves you. His cock— his fucking dick— is half hard again against your thigh.
“No,” you tell him for the umpteenth time. “I can’t— I can’t—”
“You can and you will.” He declares with a sharp kiss to your now locked-shut lips. 
You know that there isn’t much you can do to refute him.
(And you’re not sure you want to.)
...
You do, eventually, get water. It’s the early morning by then, the sun beginning to peak over the horizon. Kaiser puts a bottle to your lips after you, literally, cannot raise yourself up.
He hasn’t ever fucked you like this— never so many times in a night, never so full and so relentlessly. It’s hard to think— hard to fully understand that he is done— appetite fully satiated. Maybe.
Regardless, Kaiser is done with his gorging, and what’s left is the half-corpse of your body.
“Slow,” he tells you. You’re cradled in his arms as the bottle is put to your lips. You drink too fast, choke, and he scolds you. He’s being uncharacteristically doting.
“S-Sorry,” you mumble. Your lips feel numb.
“Don’t apologize,” he says. You can’t see his face, not really, but you can see the hint of an expression that isn’t as viperous as you would think it to be. It looks... not kinder, but not cruel.
He’s just as worn down and puddle-ish as you are.
Kaiser drinks his own bottle, after wiping you down. You really should shower, you’re filthy, but Kaiser says you can take one in the morning. There’s no practice tomorrow, you can sleep and get clean later.
It’s not until he’s slipping beneath your (fresh, thank god) sheets that you realize Kaiser means that you’ll do so together.
He tucks himself under your chin, head against your chest, with your sticky legs tangled with his own. Like a dog, a wolf maybe, he mouths at a few of the marks he’s left. He only relents with a laugh when you whine enough. 
It’s odd, then. The stillness of the room. The only sounds are the whoosh of the aircon, the hum of an air purifier in the other room, and your matched, steady breathing. Kaiser rubs a hand up and down your spine.
“You’re still shaking, bunny,” he hums. 
“Am I?” You genuinely can’t tell.
“So hard.” Kaiser lifts up your hand by the wrist, showing off the tremor that he caused. The bastard. 
“O-Oh.”
Kaiser nudges your jaw with his nose. A smile is pressed into your skin. Toothy and wide, pleased with himself.
Maybe, hours ago, you would’ve fought him on it. There’s still a well of embarrassment in you, but there’s nothing to do with it when you’re this... fucked. All you can make yourself do is hum, contented enough, and press a few kisses to the crowd of his head. Your vision blurs with exhaustion, with sleep. It doesn’t take long for you to fall under.
(You crash before you notice the tension drain out of Kaiser. You don’t see how he presses closer to you, wraps you up in his arms tighter, tighter than he ever has before. You don’t feel him lavish your marked neck with kisses, luxuriate in his claim and all the closeness he’s broken you down into.)
(And, truthfully, even if you had witnessed this version of Kaiser? You wouldn't have minded. Maybe, even, as rabbit-hearted as you are, you would’ve returned his affections in kind.)
For now, as the gold of morning streams in through your blinds in pretty rays, you sleepily enjoy being caught prey in the arms of a wolf.
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thank you for reading!! ❣️
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kamelika · 1 month ago
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do u perchance like miku or am i hallucinating
maybe just a little
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yeah just a fair amount
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kamelika · 1 month ago
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We need more LingYang x Readers so let's make more!! can We have LingYang x Reader Smut Alphabet Pwease~☺️💜
Lingyang Smut Alphabet
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minors dni
there'll prolly be a next part to this, i couldn't write everything 😭
A - Aftercare
He'd be really clingy and touchy with you like nuzzling and cuddling you 🥰🥰🥰 He'd be so sweet too oh my god i love this man
B - Bruises
Lingyang is really careful with you, but when he's close, he gets a bit out of hand, causing a bruise or two. But he apologizes immediately and shows how sorry he is through kisses and cuddles.
C - Cum
He enjoys it when its on your face. He finds it oddly cute, he just wants to squish your cheeks and hug you forevermore.
D - Dirty Secret
Actually kind of wants to see you overstimulated. He won't actually do it unless you let him, but he really wants to see you fucked up on the bed. he finds it cute.
E - Experience
I don't think he's that experienced, but he's just naturally good at it, I guess. He is observant, though, and can easily find your spot from the sounds you make and your facial expression.
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a/n: hello
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kamelika · 1 month ago
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Sly Pirate gender neutral reader
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brant takes you out on a date disguised as an adventure<3
"Y/N!" Brant calls out. You turn to face him and are met with his signature cheeky grin accompanied by an extended hand. "My dear Y/N, I have just found of an adventure well suited for us to embark on. But beware- it's treacherous and you might slip and fall at any given moment." You tilt your head, intrigued.
"And what might that 'adventure' be?" You inquire, but he merely places a finger against his lips and winks.
"You'll see." He says, ruffling your head. You sigh at this, knowing it's hopeless to try and get him to give you a clue.
"Tell Roccia, then." You command, but he merely avoids your gaze and scratches his head a bit.
"Uhhh, no. This is too dangerous for her." You raise your eyebrow at this.
"Okay. When do we head out?" You inquire one last time.
"Now is fine." And before you could even answer, he grabs ahold of your hand and leads you to god knows where. He held you suspiciously close, and chatted with you the whole way through.
After a few minutes of walking, he leads you to a spot near the edge of a cliff with a picnic cloth laid neatly across the green, luscious grass. Your eyes couldn't help but widen.
"Brant," You pause. "What is this?" You interrogate.
"Y'know, I figured ya needed a break." He grins amd puts his hands on his hip, proud of his efforts. "Just sit down and relax, now's the time to unwind. Enjoy the date."
"Date... Date!?" You shout. "You... You said this was an adventure??? A treacherous one, one where I might fall?"
"Yeah," He pauses. "Fall for me, of course." You appreciate his gesture, but can't help but feel a bit flustered and shy.
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You two ended up conversing with each other and did all that love dovey things like feeding each other for hours on end. The sun headed to rest and the moon began to bask in the sky. You didn't even realize how much time has passed by until you took your eyes off of him.
You two sat in comforting silence for a few moments before simultaneously facing each other. Not long after, the two of you shared a tender kiss under the soft glow of the moon.
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Safe to say that as soon as you two came back, Roccia will start interrogating you and Brant. You two left all the chores to her basically the whole day, after all.
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A/N: UHM HI I HAVENT WRITTEN IN AGES THIS KIND OF SUCKS OK BYE ILY ALL, also im sorry that this js so short🥲 prolly underwhelming for the requestor 💔
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kamelika · 2 months ago
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bllk men x noise sensitive!reader
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in a scenario where your in public...
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yukimiya kenyu:
-you two were going to a really crowded mall and by that i mean absolutely PACKED. no empty spots
-the whole place was bustling, you two had to hold hands to stay close together
-a group of people unknowingly pushes you, making your hand that were previously interlocked with kenyu's slip off.
-you lose sight of him and you start to panic because all the noise was ringing in your head and you couldn't rely on him to anchor you.
-yukimiya was panicking aswell, trying to find you.
-you breathing starts to become labored and fast-paced, and you whole body was trembling.
-tears threatened to spill and noise and noise stacked on top of eachother in your head.
-as soon as yukimiya spots you, he grabs you and embraces you.
-he strokes your hair while trying to steady your breathing.
-immediately takes you out of there once your okay.
karasu tabito:
-you two were outside in a fairly crowded place when he forgot something
-he asks for you to wait for a bit while he goes and get it back and he leaves before you could say anything
-suddenly, you feel as if everything just got louder when he wasnt with you
-you feel disorientated and your heartbeat's pace begins to increase
-seconds feel like hours and you wait for him to come back
-your breath is completely uneven and you begin to panic because every single vibration entering your ear, rings in your head
-he comes back after a few minutes and spots you sitting down, leaning against a wall with a trembling form.
-he rushes to your side and helps you up
-runs his head up and down and blurts out
-"Hey, you okay? Breathe, okay? I'm sorry i left you alone so suddenly."
-hes remorseful and hopes you can forgive him
-keeps you close to him at all times after that incident
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a/n: idk guys iwas bored...
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kamelika · 2 months ago
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hiiiiii can i request hcs of like uhm reader who's just a complete air head when it comes to people showing romantic interest in them?? like mainly because no one has shown interest in them their whole life.
so imagine their shock when someone does do that and they dont end up realizing it
i think otoya with this would actually be hilarious ngl like he's trying so hard and vro gets NOTJHING
bllk men x oblivious!reader
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a/n: this is my favorite request so far ngl
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yukimiya kenyu:
-he couldn't be any more obvious.
-he was completely awestruck
-you were a top student in your school- kind, soft-spoken, empathic, and so on so forth. the one thing you weren't an expert in though- was romance.
-you two were partnered up for a science project
-you asked politely if you could go to his house to finish the project and he looked at you, flustered, cheeks and ears red, heart thumping as loud as footsteps and eyes dilated.
-but despite the obvious signs, you remained oblivious and innocently tilted your head and asked if he was alright.
-you place your hand on his forehead to check his temperature and he unconsciously leaned into your touch.
-"Yukimiya, if you don't want to, it's completely fine... We can finish it at school."
-you propose softly
-he vigorously shakes his head no and invites you to his house
-safe to say, he's thankful for your innocence.
karasu tabito:
-spots you at a bus stop
-recognizes you as that straight A, top student from a neighboring class and whistles at you.
-"Do I have to sign for your package?”
-you turn to face him with a blank stare
-"Package? I'm sorry, I don't think I have a package, you must have the wrong person, haha."
-you look at him so innocently and tenderly he felt like he was melting
-he sits beside you and slings an arm around your shoulder
-you two chat for so long, karasu throwing in some suggestive things here and there- in which you replied with tilting your head obliviously.
-when the bus comes, karasu can't bear to leave you so he pretends to have to get on the same bus with you just to chat with you more
otoya eita:
-you were pulled to a bar by your friends, you didn't know why, but you couldn't bring yourself to say no.
-he spots you sitting by the bar, with an adorable blank face and immediately becomes infatuated with you.
-he slides over to you and goes "Is it hot in here? Or is it just you?"
-instead of becoming flustered or anything of the sort, you look at him worriedly and gently speak out "No, It's pretty cold for me. Are you alright? Actually, I have a small fan in my bag if you'd like to borrow it."
-he stares at you wide eyed and he swears he just fell for you harder
-trying his best to make you fall for him.
-“Are you my homework? Because I’m not doing you, but I definitely should be.”
-“You must be yogurt because I want to spoon you.”
-“Baby, you’re so hot, you make the Equator look like the North Pole.”
-when he sees you just staring blankly, tilting your head slightly, pretending like you understand what he's trying to say.
-he sighs, seeing as nothing was working on you, but you know what? that might just have made him fallen for you harder.
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a/n: THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE THEJSBAKAJQBKWSJNEE
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kamelika · 2 months ago
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Hiiiii!!!!! What if UNBELIEVABLY gorgeous reader like, rlly pretty reader x wuwa men Jessica Rabbit type shi(pls include lingyang pls include lingyang)
wuwa men x gorgeous!reader
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a/n: hmm guys idk... should i include lingyang
lingyang:
-he'd be so proud standing next to you like "you wish you had her."
-is absolutely head over heels for you whenever you look unintentionally VERRY attractive.
-gets a little bit protective when people stare at you too much.
-will pout if you dont brush off someone whose trying to reel you into them.
-thinks you are an angel sent down from heaven.
-clingy with you in public to show that your taken.
-easily spots you in the crowd during every lion dance performance.
jiyan:
-you two are known to be one of the most perfect couples- jiyan with his physique, and you with your looks.
-compliments you a lot but when you compliment him back, he'll avoid your gaze, flustered.
-definitely gets protective when people stare at you too much.
-flashes a death glare to people who get too close.
-you try out your makeup on him and he looks hysterical after your done with your testing.
-brings a picture of you basically everywhere since he's always out in battle.
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a/n: sorry it took a while, forgot about this amd it drowned in my drafts
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kamelika · 2 months ago
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a whole new sensation
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hiori yo x f!reader tw: smut and overstimulation ahead (i wanted to try to write smut, my bad if its under expectations) all characters aged up!!
Your ex-boyfriend had never stirred pleasure in you. You two did have sexual intercourse once or twice, but he never actually made you cum. Instead, he would just call you insensible and hard to please. That's why you are sitting before Hiori- your new boyfriend-, convinced that you'll have to pretend that it feels good like when you were with your ex-boyfriend, while Hiori thinks he can prove both your ex and you yourself wrong. "Hiori..." You spoke out, voice tinged with worry. "If I don't get my release, would that mean my ex is correct after all? That I'm just insensible and hard to please?"
"Ya' don't need to worry about that, sweets. I'll make sure ya' do."
He replied, the last segment laced with something you can't quite catch a grip on.
He moved to sit beside the bed and pull you into his lap before slyly sliding a hand under your skirt. Tapping gently at your wet, clothed cunt, he speaks out.
"If ya' can get wet, I'd presume ya' can cum too."
He gently pulls down your panties and kisses your forehead.
"Have sum' faith in me, sweets."
He slides a finger in, and almost immediately, you arch your back, holding back a moan. He merely chuckles.
"Insensible? Yer' the most sensitive person I've met, yer' already clenching around me frum just a single finger."
He slowly moves his finger around, until you suddenly jerk up.
"Seems I've found yer' spot, yeah?"
He smiles tenderly, actions contradicting his soft and gentle words. "'Kay, well now that I've found yer' spot..."
He moves his finger at a faster pace, hitting your G-spot over and over again, but this time, he gently brings up a finger to press on your clit. Almost immediately, you let out your release as well as an apt and fitting moan. You pant, laying your back against him while he pats you soothingly. That felt amazing. It was nothing like your ex could ever do in a million years. It was a whole new sensation.
"See? Knew ya' could do it." "I-" "Hush. There's a lot more to come." He lays your back on the bed and pecks your lip before inserting his girth in one thrust. Shocked by the sudden intrusion, a loud and throaty moan escapes your lips, and he quickly begins to thrust in and out with a merciless pace.
"H-Hiiioorriii..."
You whine.
"Please... Slow down, it hurts..."
He merely replies by ruffling your hair and kissing your forehead. "Shh... Ya' can take it, right? Yer' doing so well."
He ruthlessly thrusts in and out of you, enjoying the sight of your teary eyes. After a few more thrusts, you both came undone. It was the same sensation, but somehow, it felt... different. Like it was laced with something. But oh well, you could barely form a coherent thought, so it doesn't matter.
You thought you both were done. But no, oh, no no no no no no no. Those were only the 2 times he'd made you cum out of the dozens of releases he put you through that night. Poor you, you were sobbing by the end of it, head throbbing and cunt aching.
"Ya' hangin on there, Y/N?"
He gently brushes the hair on your face aside. Before you could even open your mouth, you blacked out, body falling limp.
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By the time you woke up, you were clean, in a new set of pajamas, with hair neat, and a glass of water on the table beside your bed. Hiori walks in, holding a bag filled to the brim with your favorite snacks.
"Oh, yer' awake."
He smiles gently, coming over towards you and placing a gentle hand on your forehead.
"Yer' okay now, thank the heavens."
He flashes the most gentle and heartwarming smile before proceeding to say the most atrocious thing you've ever heard.
"We should do this more often."
Oh god.
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a/n: im too embarrassed to reread 😢
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kamelika · 2 months ago
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coolioo
found a fun little personality test!
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i am open tagging as always bc i wanna see everyone’s results!!!!!!
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kamelika · 2 months ago
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i just wanted to say tysm @ohagiyo for helping me and giving me tons of advice ilysm
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kamelika · 2 months ago
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hi hii!! could u possibly do a pt 2 to the reader w anxiety? maybe w rin, isagi and shidou🙌🏻 thankyouuu!! 🩷
bllk boys x reader with social anxiety part 2
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a/n: sorry i havent been posting much, writing has been feeling like a chore rather than a hobby lately. aside from that, i am very happy to write your request
rin itoshi:
-he looks like he doesnt care but hes actually doing his very best to help you
-doesnt pressure you at all. waits patiently if your stuttering or struggling to find the correct words
-he contemplates sending messages of encouragement to you, but when he does, he immediately deletes it out of embarrassment and hopes you didnt see it (you did)
-doesnt actually help you until you ask for it (he wants to keep his cool exterior)
-until then, he slightly hints about your anxiety and how to help it once in a while
-calls you names playfully if you take 10 minutes trying to ask the shopkeeper if they accept cash
-watches youtube videos on "how to help somebody with social anxiety"
-careful not to be too harsh because hes scared of his words actually hurting you
yoichi isagi:
-if were being honest, he'd struggle with helping you get rid of your struggle with words
-he puts in 100% effort though
-comforts you and reassures you everytime you think an interaction when wrong
-finishes your sentences when you pause mid way a conversation with someone in public because you didnt know the right words to say
-brainstorms day and night on how to help you
-nudges you on to atleast try to talk to someone, because if you mess up, he'll cover
shidou ryusei:
-kind of just jokes about it 24/7
-jumpscares you (he hopes that you'll get used to his jumpscares so that when someone suddenly talks to you out of nowhere in public, you wont be as surprised and blue screen like you used to)
-flirts with you too
-really careful on not to cross the line
-if he accidentally does though, he pats your back soothingly amd apologizes
-this man will shower you with physical touch. slowly, though. he wants you to get used to it. it starts off from small, brief brushes of both of your shoulder, then to holding hands, and eventually escalating to cuddling.
-obnoxiously supportive. like, he yells "HELL YEAH!! THATS MY BAE!! YOU DIDNT STUTTER FOR 2 WHOLE SENTENCES!!!!! I'M SO PROUD OF YOU... YOU'VE GROWN SO MUCH!!!" in public.
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a/n: uhhh im so slepey
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kamelika · 2 months ago
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HI NEW MOOTIE 😋😋😋😋
HAIAIAIAI 😍😍😋😋
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kamelika · 2 months ago
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sadistic, cannibalistic hiori omg its stuck in my head (beware dubcon ahead
im sorry for being a weirdo chat
just imagine him nibbling you while he pats your head and cooes you soothingly
him wiping away your tears with his thumb and proceeding to lick it
hoely shit he prolly took your tendons and shit so you couldn't run from him
and he proceeds to cuddle you to sleep and act like nothing happened?? love him
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kamelika · 2 months ago
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Hallo!!! Its that anon that requested the lingyang hcs again!! Now what if reader was a magical girl :0 (idk if i should start labeling with emojis if u wanna know its me)
lingyang x magical girl!reader
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(wuwa + madoka magica)
a/n: i sorry i couldn't think of much.. also im gonna use the magical girl type shit from madoka magica so 🥰
thinking about lingyang with a magical girl s/o... (a lil bit of angst ahead)
-the first time you told him your a magical girl, he was so amazed, he wouldn't stop asking questions for the whole week.
-you hang out with each other 24/7
-your abilities compliment eachother very well in battle.
-you two made a cool move using both of your abilities
-you both give eachother tips and tricks in terms of battle
-you two make it on headlines
-(lets just say labyrinths dont exist in this world chat)
-lingyang would attack from the front, you'd support more from the back
- lingyang's sharp instincts help you anticipate enemy attacks.
-you hid the fact that grief was building up in your soul gem
-theres a big change in your behavior lately
-lingyang confronts you one day, concerned.
-at that moment, he watches as your soul gem darkens and your body contorts into a witch
-hesitantly, he musters up the courage to fight you
-once he defeats you, he keeps your grief seed as a keepsake, keeping it with him at all times like the bell her wears
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a/n: i didnt post yesterday so you guys get two posts today 😘
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kamelika · 2 months ago
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yoyoypyo what it is mf ‼️‼️‼️ XD
can I request a medieval au drabble with KnightInTraining!Kunigami who's a beginner and ends up being saved by the damsel in distress or princess (reader) who gets all smug about it too?
lowkey I think that'd be a silly idea like ESPECIALLY if reader is like super strong and stuff and ends up making a compliment or two about his physic or build and he just ends up a bit embarrassed since he cannonically can't handle compliments 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
this is like, super niche but wtv
ALZO RANDOM SUGGESTIOM BUTTO WRITE MORE CHARACTERS IN CHARACTER READ THEIR WIKI OR SPINOFFS OR LIKE ANALYSIS OR THE EGOIST BIBLE!!!!!!!!! this has been a capslock psa
Knight In Distress
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a/n: i cant write 100 word drabbles but heres a 307 word drabble sorrgyy
in which the princess and the knight switch places... (f!reader)
As you strolled through the castle gardens, Sir Kunigami by your side, the warm sunlight casting dappled shadows on the path, you couldn't help but feel a sense of tranquility. The knight, though still in training, seemed eager to prove himself, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the nearby hedges, a dagger glinting in its hand. Kunigami's eyes widened, and he drew his sword, positioning himself between you and the attacker. However, his inexperience showed, and the assassin easily dodged his clumsy swing.
The attacker closed in, and Kunigami stumbled backward, his sword wavering wildly. You exasperated and stepped forward, grabbing Kunigami's sword arm.
"Allow me,"
You said, your voice firm. With a swift motion, you disarmed Kunigami and took hold of the sword, your grip confident and assured. The assassin lunged, but you parried the attack with ease, your movements fluid and precise. Kunigami watched, awestruck, as you disarmed the assassin and pinned them to the ground.
As the attacker struggled beneath your knee, you couldn't help but smile, a hint of smugness creeping into your voice.
"I think you need to work on your reflexes, Sir Kunigami. You're not exactly the most reliable protector."
Kunigami's face flushed, his eyes fixed on the ground.
"I'm sorry, milady. I didn't mean to fail."
You sheathed the sword, your gaze roaming over Kunigami's physique.
"Don't be too hard on yourself. You have other qualities that make you... appealing."
Your eyes met Kunigami's, and you added,
"A strong build, for one. And a willingness to learn."
Kunigami's blush deepened, and he looked away, muttering,
"T-thank you, milady."
You chuckled, a low, throaty sound, and patted Kunigami's arm.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure you're trained to protect me properly. For now, let's just enjoy the walk."
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a/n: uuhhhh sorrygy first time writing drabel
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