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[fantastic-mr-corvid]

How about 20 and 25 for Georgie, and 7, 30, and B for the twins!

Tyy!!! these are all so fun!! my awnsers got Looong so the rest are under teh read more<33

Georgie:

20, If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

Hmm. romantic as just a slightly different flavor of platonic, and familial as something stronger in some ways than both, familial is choosing to stay with someone through everything, where as most friends and lovers, however strong the feelings, are people who can fade in and out of your life. him being adopted causes this take on familial, and his calm approach to life & love shapes the others.

25, What are their thoughts on marriage?

Happily married to the love of his life Sosiel!! longer answer, he sees it as an extra step to show the bond you and a partner have, but doesn't see it as nessasery or an end goal, just one of the ways of pledging your love for someone [and throwing a big party!]

7, What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

Celia: Most often? her close friends, but in general shes a very nostalgic person, constantly following threads of recognition back to the past, distracting herself from the constant threat of her situation in the warmth of the past, in the reassurance that shes made it through past struggles, she can make it through these, as well as reminding her what and who shes fighting for. she enjoys the feeling most of the time, and even recalling the horrors of the past can be reassuring to her.

Cecio: hmm. Wotr: everything? there is very little he cannot link back to Celia in his mind, to how she was when he was younger and how he thinks of her now. its less self soothing than Celia's nostalgia, and could be seen as self harm in a way, by constantly think of her and his complicated relationship with her. its not very healthy, but he morbidly enjoys the feeling sometimes.

30, Who do they most regret meeting?

Celia: Hmm. there is no one person that ruined or changed the course of Celia's life like Cecio, it was more of a butterfly effect over time. on one hand she regrets meeting her freind's and her part in dragging them further into the cycle of violence, but on the other she knows they had slim chances of surviving without her. I will say Polpo, even though she technically never met him as it was the lighter test & his stand puncturing her with the arrow that pushed her and her friends into a higher level of crime and violence, and her powerful stand meaning she would not be allowed to escape Passiones grasp.

Cecio: OOH. this is so good ill have to answer this both ways<3

wotr: his father, or the servant that took him to meet his father. if he had not met them, he would have stayed with Celia, stayed home. if he ever lest himself think about it, he would like to join the hellknights after her and eventually be able to fight side by side with her on the battlefield as an equal

jjba: the man who persuaded him to go undercover as a plant in the police force. while his urge to help his sister was preyed upon, and he is the only person other than Elena to have a genuine chance to escape the cycle, and he threw it away. then Passione didn't care about Celia's little brother, but by the time Rametto was 16, he had no other path than to take the test, which made Cecio feel guilt and regret over throwing his chance away. he would have been a defense lawyer, working to defend the people of his community, he had the grades and charm.

B, What inspired you to create them?

Celia i've already answered here but ill put myself on blast with Cecio.

Haurchefant Greystone. its so weird saying to now bc they are so completely different, but one fic i read made the very interesting choice to make his relationship with his father strained [in an au where he survived] and it was so fascinating to me!

i then pulled my dragoon oc and made her his half sister, someone left behind when Haurchefant was taken in by his father, and then combined it with him getting mistreated by his stepmother, leaving Celia to work to fund his knight training, as well as use the only method of social mobility she had, becoming a dragoon and attempting to become the azure dragoon. she fucking hates estinian and tries to kill him several times in her attempt to become the azure dragoon. yes im still anooyed by him from the drg job quests. i love him but i show it by throwing him on a cliff

silver hair and being a bastard son is what little remains, but i do imagine Cecio's friendly act, especially in pre-game in wotr is very similar to how Haurchefant acts.

[aphelionatseven]

hehe ty for the tags @epaulando n @guyspleasehesmyfriend <33

last song: beautiful boy by the last dinner party. which . i just started using apple music after being a Devoted spotify user and man. music sounds So much better on apple music lmao

last movie: Personal Best (1982). a wonderful piece of queer film history!! cannot recommend it enough its very good . 80s lesbians beloved.....

last tv show: why Severance of course!! the new episode has destroyed me thoroughly.

last book: admittedly, i am still reading Dune lmaoo. almost done with it though!!

favorite color: forest green. the exact shade lando used in his academy merch

sweet/savory/spicy: savory 100%. i am sadly cursed with white people genes and cannot tolerate a lot of spice. i try tho,..,

looking forward to: getting my hair cut and fuckin DYED TOMORROW!!! im gonna look like shadow the hedgehog!!! and also im going to the masters (golf tournament) in april for the first time since my knee surgery, so im very excited for that!!

nooo pressure tags: @cerberulix , @harpsichore , @gryphon1232 , @formula-poets, n @domistique (v sorry if this is a double tag lol)

[thedeadthree]

HEHEHEHE 🥀💌☺️🥴

[yu-shins]

Whenever you have the time for this can we get a x reader with the aliens?

Your art is amazing and I wanna see Alien Chance and Elliot in your style

Take your time and again love ya art <3

:>

Tyy anon for fequested me to draw em! I had fun with their designs :33

Anyway here come da aliens!! >:D

[ghostlynightpanda]

Hi :)) could your write dazai, chuuya, and ranpo rescuing fem reader when they get kidnapped (seperate plz)

Tyy :33

BSD Characters Reacting to Reader Getting Kidnapped

A/N: I saw your other message in the inbox where you explained Ranpo’s story a bit more, about the kidnapping happening at the same time as the Decay of Angels arc. I decided to give it a try and hope I got everything right, since I haven’t finished that season yet. But because I didn’t have to fully describe what happened during the arc (just mention that it was over) I hope I didn't make mistakes and still wrote it like you wanted it!

content/warnings: Ranpo, Dazai, Chuuya, canon-typical blood and violence, angst & fluff, 3.653 words

Ranpo

The world had been saved.

The clock was ticking down on catastrophe, and Ranpo Edogawa had once again outsmarted the monsters hiding beneath polished boots and pristine uniforms. The Decay of Angels, the terrorism accusations, the Hunting Dogs—solved. Every twisted knot, unraveled by his mind like a magician untying silk scarves.

The world was safe.

So why the hell did it feel like he'd lost everything anyway?

His steps echoed through the empty halls of the abandoned warehouse, polished shoes clicking against cracked concrete. The scent of rot, sweat, and blood mixed with the metallic tang of regret, curling in his throat like smoke.

He should have come sooner.

No deductions were needed to tell him that.

And then he saw you.

Slumped in that chair like a broken doll, wrists tied raw, face swollen and bruised, split lip trembling with each shallow, rattling breath you took. Your clothes torn, blood drying at the collar of your shirt.

Ranpo stopped breathing entirely.

For once in his life, his mind—the great, brilliant mind of the world's greatest detective—felt useless. He couldn't think past the roar in his ears, the ice-cold dread creeping down his spine, locking up his lungs, cracking his chest open like fragile glass.

"Y/N…" The word tumbled out of his mouth like a child's first broken whisper, raw and helpless.

Movement behind him—one of the kidnappers raising a gun, barking some order—

Didn't matter.

Before Ranpo even blinked, the thunder of footsteps rang out, Kunikida's sharp voice cutting through the noise: "Now!"

Gunfire. Screams. The thud of bodies hitting the ground.

Ranpo didn't flinch. Didn't even glance at them.

The others could take care of that. They should take care of that. That was what they did. He was the mind—they were the hands.

His only focus was you.

He dropped to his knees, the impact sharp on bone, barely noticing. His gloves stained red as he cupped your bruised face with shaking hands. "I'm here—I'm here now—" His voice cracked, something rare, something almost sacred. "I'm sorry. I should've—"

Another sharp inhale. He hated that sound. Hated how it echoed in the empty spaces between his ribs. Hated how fragile you felt beneath his touch.

"Ranpo…" Your voice, small but steady, broke him further. And then—that smile. Sweet. Forgiving. Warm like sunlight peeking through storm clouds. "It's okay… You had to save the world, after all. I knew you'd come."

Tears blurred his vision instantly.

"Don't—" His throat closed up. "Don't say that. How can you…? How can you smile like that?"

You blinked at him gently, eyelashes sticky with tears and blood, but still—still—you smiled.

"I know you did good… Ranpo."

The guilt cracked his chest open like a struck porcelain vase. He didn't deserve that smile. Didn't deserve you. Brilliant, arrogant, untouchable Ranpo Edogawa—reduced to a sobbing mess on a dirty warehouse floor.

Then—

A hand on his shoulder.

"Ranpo," Yosano said quietly, her knife gleaming faintly in the broken light. "It's okay. I've got her."

For once, there was no teasing in her voice. No menace. No sharp grin. Just quiet understanding.

"You know the procedure," she murmured, and Ranpo nodded, brokenly, helplessly, as she carefully pressed the blade to your skin.

You didn't even flinch. You were too far gone to notice. Already half-dead before she even touched you.

Ranpo clenched his fists until the nails bit through the thin leather of his gloves, until his knuckles ached.

But then came the glow of her ability, brilliant and warm, curling around you like soft silk. Your injuries knitting together, skin clearing, lips regaining color. Alive. Whole.

But asleep.

Of course you were.

Kenji offered, sweet as ever: "I'll carry her, Ranpo-san!"

Ranpo barely heard him. His arms were already curling around you, careful not to jostle you, but desperate to hold you close, to feel that you were warm, that you were here.

"I'll do it," Ranpo rasped, voice hoarse, weight heavy in his chest. "I have to."

No deductions could save him from the truth he felt now:

Smartest man alive or not, he was utterly lost without you.

As Ranpo knelt on the floor in front of your shared bed that evening, your sleeping form tugged into the blankets, his hands clutching yours, the weight of it all finally hit him fully.

It wasn't that he hadn't thought of you. God, you were all he thought about.

From the very moment he got that call—the distorted voice on the other end, the static crackling like broken glass:

"We've got something of yours, detective. Should've kept your pretty little toy hidden."

And then the picture. Your face bloodied. Bound. Frightened.

He'd almost vomited.

But then, that very same day, the world came crashing down around them.

The Armed Detective Agency, terrorists. The Decay of Angels, the military, the Hunting Dogs—all pointed at them like loaded guns. His friends, innocent, all standing on the edge of execution.

One wrong move, and they would all die.

And you…you would still be gone. Still hurt. Still alone. He couldn't save you on his own.

It wasn't fair.

It shouldn't have come down to that.

But it had.

His mind had raced with calculations, deductions, timelines, outcomes. And no matter how many scenarios he ran, they all ended in the same, brutal way: If he chose you, everyone else died. If he chose them…maybe, maybe you'd still be alive by the time he got there.

He had gambled. Played the odds like a desperate man.

He'd chosen the world over you.

He had chosen everyone else.

And the guilt of that was something his sharp mind couldn't untangle, couldn't escape, couldn't fix.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, forehead pressing against your hand, his breath trembling against your skin. "I—I knew you were there, I knew you were hurting, I knew you needed me. And I left you."

The others all knew the choice he'd made. They all knew it was the only one that made sense.

Didn't mean it hurt any less.

"I could've solved it faster," Ranpo hissed through gritted teeth. "Should've been quicker, should've been smarter. I let them beat you like this because I wasn't good enough."

It didn't matter that the fate of hundreds had rested in his hands. It didn't matter that he'd outwitted one of the most dangerous organizations in existence.

None of that mattered if it meant you were lying in front of him like this. Broken.

A faint murmur left your lips. Barely audible.

He leaned closer.

„Ranpo…"

Even unconscious, you said his name like it was the sweetest thing in the world. Not angry. Not resentful. Just soft. Forgiving.

It shattered something in him.

The brilliant detective. The great mind. The undefeated genius.

All of it meant nothing if the person who made the world bright was forced to suffer because of him.

He'd saved the world.

But lost something far more precious in the process.

Ranpo climbed on the bed and held you tight, gently, protectively, like if he just held you closer, the broken pieces of himself might finally stop cutting into him.

Never again.

Next time, he promised—there won't be a choice.

Next time, he'd save you first.

Or burn the whole world down trying.

Dazai

The morning sun spilled over Yokohama's skyline in hues of gold, too soft, too peaceful for a day like this.

Osamu Dazai wasn't usually early—not for work, not for breakfast, and certainly not for meeting people. But you were… different. He wasn't sure what you were to him yet, not officially anyway. It was a silent dance you both performed around each other, hesitant steps forward, quick steps back, laughter in between like smoke—there but hard to hold.

But today, something gnawed at him. Maybe it was intuition, maybe just the self-destructive part of him that always assumed the worst. Either way, it dragged him to your apartment sooner than planned.

When he saw your door ajar, the world shifted.

"Y/N?" His voice was soft but sharp. Searching. Dread curled cold and coiled around his chest as he pushed the door open with slow, deliberate fingers.

The room told him everything before his brain could catch up.

The flipped coffee table, the overturned chair with one leg snapped clean off, the ripped curtains fluttering weakly in the summer breeze, like they too were gasping for help.

And then—that—the knife embedded into the wall, pinning a crumpled piece of paper.

His heart didn't stop—it sped up. Panic would have frozen someone else. Not Dazai. He was too used to destruction. But this—someone tearing apart your life, your home—was something he hadn't prepared for.

With careful steps, he approached the message and flattened the paper with his palm.

'If you want her back, you better hurry, Dazai.'

Beneath the words, crude and almost childish in execution, was a drawing: two stick figures—one holding a knife, the other lying in red scribbles, 'X's for eyes. But what drew his focus was the symbol scratched into the corner of the page: a crude imitation of a scorpion's tail, curled, dripping venom.

Recognition hit him like a blow to the stomach.

The brothers.

It felt like a different lifetime ago. One of them long dead. The other… vanished. Dazai remembered the man's eyes—empty yet burning—when they last met, the hunger for revenge boiling just beneath his polite smile.

And now—now the bastard had you.

For a moment, he stood perfectly still in the wreckage, the sunlight cutting across his sharp features, pooling shadows beneath his lashes. Something old stirred beneath his calm, something cold and sharp edged. Fear? No. It wasn't fear.

It was rage.

And beneath that, what terrified him the most:

He cared. God, he cared too much. And wasn't that the very thing he'd sworn never to do again?

Because loving something—someone—meant creating a weakness. And weaknesses got people killed.

But as his hand tightened into a trembling fist at his side, as his teeth clenched so hard his jaw ached, Dazai understood something clearer than any reasoning, clearer than any strategy:

It was already too late for that. You were already his weakness.

And he would burn the whole world to the ground before he let anyone take you from him.

Without another word, Dazai spun on his heel, trench coat sweeping behind him, as he strode toward the inevitable confrontation. He already knew exactly where they would take you.

The building was old—condemned, really—the kind of place people ignored because it was easier not to notice the rot in the cracks of the city.

It was fitting, Dazai thought grimly, that a man like him would choose somewhere already halfway to ruin.

As Dazai approached, the wind tugged lightly at his coat, but his steps were steady, deliberate. His mind was cold, sharp, honed like a blade on the edge of vengeance, but there—underneath it all—a tremor of something warmer, more dangerous:

Hope.

Hope that he wasn't too late. Hope that you were still—

No. No hoping. Dazai didn't deal in hope. He dealt in outcomes. Actions. Planning. Probability. And yet, even as he told himself that, he felt the hope anyway, blooming painfully in his throat like a bruise refusing to fade.

Kunikida's voice crackled in his earpiece. "We're in position. Don't go in alone—wait for backup."

A soft smile twitched at the corner of Dazai's mouth. "Since when do I ever follow instructions, hmm?"

"Dazai—"

But he cut the connection before Kunikida could finish, slipping inside through a broken side door. Silent. Focused.

The room smelled of mildew and rust. The quiet was too loud. And then—

A voice.

"I knew you'd come."

Dazai's eyes landed on you first, and everything else—everything else could burn for all he cared.

You were tied to a chair in the center of the room, ankles and wrists bound with coarse rope. Blood trailed sluggishly from a cut on your temple, drying into your hair. Your lip was split, an ugly bruise forming along your jaw, but—

Your eyes.

They locked on his, steady, unwavering, despite the pain. And you smiled. You actually smiled at him.

Something inside him cracked, but there wasn't time to fall apart.

"Touching, really," the voice sneered, stepping out of the shadows. The man was gaunt now, hollowed by grief and fury. His gun was steady, aimed right at your head. "You took everything from me. Now I take everything from you."

Dazai lifted his hands in mock surrender, stepping forward. His heart was screaming, but his expression was all lazy smiles and careless shrugs.

"I don't even remember your name," he said flatly. "That's how little you mattered to me."

The gun shook slightly, fury flaring in the man's eyes.

Good. Keep him angry. Keep him distracted.

"You should've stayed away," the man hissed. "You should've known this was coming."

"Probably," Dazai murmured. "But you made one mistake."

"Oh?" The barrel of the gun pressed harder to your temple now, making your breath catch—but your gaze never left Dazai's, never wavered. You trusted him. Even now, when you should've hated him for dragging you into this mess.

"And what mistake is that?" the man spat.

Dazai's smile sharpened, something lethal behind his calm eyes. "You assumed I was still alone."

Bang.

The gunman cried out, his hand spasming open as a single shot rang through the room, his pistol clattering uselessly to the floor.

Behind him, gun still smoking, Kunikida stepped into view with that usual scowl, adjusting his glasses.

"Idiot," Kunikida muttered to Dazai. "You said you wouldn't go in alone."

"I lied," Dazai said cheerfully. "Wouldn't be the first time."

The kidnapper tried to lunge for the gun, but Kunikida was faster—pinning him to the ground with practiced ease, handcuffs clicking into place.

Dazai didn't look at them. His focus was entirely on you as he rushed forward, falling to his knees in front of you.

Your breath was shaky, your lashes damp with pain, but you tilted your head and gave him that smile again. That damns mile that undid him more effectively than any weapon ever could.

"I knew you'd come," you whispered hoarsely.

For a second, Dazai just stared at you, unable to speak. All those carefully built walls—the ones he'd been fortifying for years—felt fragile now, like glass under a hammer.

And for once… he didn't care.

His hand cupped your bruised cheek, thumb brushing against the uninjured skin with trembling gentleness. "I'm sorry," he murmured, voice cracking around the words. "I never wanted to drag you into this."

"You didn't," you said softly. "You saved me."

And still—still—instead of breaking down, instead of confessing what he felt, Dazai just laughed, tired and bitter. "You shouldn't believe in me so easily."

You leaned your head lightly into his palm, closing your eyes for a moment. "But I do."

That terrified him more than any gun ever could.

Chuuya

It was supposed to be over.

That's what Chuuya kept telling himself every goddamn night, fists clenched beneath silk sheets that felt too cold without you next to him. He'd broken it off, hadn't he? For your sake. Because you didn't deserve the blood and filth of the life he was drowning in. And if walking away from you meant you could have some kind of peace, then that's what he would do.

Even if it killed him.

But now—now the universe proved just how cruel it could be.

It started with the vibration of his phone.

No name. Just a number. Foreign. Unfamiliar.

He almost didn't check it. Almost.

The picture made the world stop spinning.

You—bound to a chair, wrists red and raw from rope, face bruised, lip cracked, head bowed but eyes glaring at the camera like you refused to break. Blood stained your clothes. A cut on your cheekbone was fresh, still dripping.

Underneath the photo, the words:

'Shouldn't have left her alone.'

For a long, dangerous moment, Chuuya didn't breathe. His fingers curled around his phone until the glass cracked, spiderwebbing beneath his grip.

He felt the heat rising, the familiar hum of gravitational pull building around his boots, lifting small pebbles and dust as if the entire world was holding its breath, waiting to see what he would do.

And what he wanted—no, needed—to do was burn them all.

It wasn't just Port Mafia business. Not anymore. He'd kept you out of it, hadn't he? You were supposed to be safe on the sidelines.

But that was the joke, wasn't it? Nothing about his life was safe.

They found his weakness.

You.

And they were going to regret that more than they regretted breathing.

His vision blurred with red, the gravitational pressure around him increasing dangerously. It would've been so easy. So easy to just let it go, to let that dark, beautiful power take over, to bring Corruption into the world and tear this entire city apart piece by piece, limb by limb, bone by bone until the people who laid a hand on you were nothing but stains in the dirt.

But one thought cut through the hunger for destruction:

If I lose control, I can't save her.

And that was the only thing that mattered.

With a snarl of frustration, Chuuya punched the nearest wall hard enough to dent the metal framework behind it. The pain grounded him, barely. His heart was a storm in his ribs.

He hated it. Hated this feeling of needing help. But there was one person who could keep him in check.

And, of course, it had to be him.

With a bitter taste in his mouth, Chuuya called Dazai.

"Chuuya?" came the irritatingly amused voice after one ring. "Calling me? On purpose? What's the occasion, finally realized you're hopeless without me?"

"I swear to God, Dazai, if you don't shut up—"

"Oooh, someone's cranky."

"Listen, bastard. I—I need your help." He clenched his jaw, barely believing the next word would ever leave his mouth—not directed at Dazai, at least. "Please."

Silence. Not mocking this time. Heavy. Knowing that something was wrong.

"Send me the location."

Chuuya did. His fists were trembling now, not from fear—but fury.

"I'll be there," Dazai said, suddenly all business. "Try not to level the city before I arrive."

"No promises."

The warehouse was exactly what you'd expect: damp concrete, rusted beams, the smell of oil and rot clinging to every surface. The group that had you belonged to an old rival of the Port Mafia, scum that had been festering in Yokohama's shadows for years, always too cowardly to make a real move—until now.

You hung your head when they dragged you further into the room, blood dripping from your hairline, breathing ragged. But your eyes—

God, your eyes—when they lifted to meet Chuuya's as he walked in, slow, deliberate, deadly—you smiled.

You smiled at him.

That was it. That was the last thread of restraint snapping.

"You know," Chuuya said, taking off his gloves as the gravitational field began to shimmer visibly around him, distorting the very air, "I was gonna be nice about this."

The leader of the group laughed nervously, gun pressed to your temple. "You think you can scare me? You think we don't know who you are? You're nothing without—"

Crunch.

The man's sentence cut off with a scream as the gravity around his legs inverted, bones snapping grotesquely as his knees bent in directions knees weren't meant to go.

Chuuya's smile was sharp. Cruel.

"Oh, I know you know who I am," he said, voice low, dangerous. "And you still thought you could touch what's mine?"

More screaming. The other men tried to run.

Bad mistake.

One by one, he hunted them, crushing limbs, bodies, skulls like they were made of brittle porcelain. He didn't shoot. Didn't stab. Didn't waste that kind of mercy on them.

No. He crushed.

And when the leader finally fell to the ground, whimpering, begging, the blood pooling around him—

"That's what you get," Chuuya hissed, voice a rasp. "That's what you get for thinking you could touch her. I will—"

"Enough."

Dazai's hand clamped onto Chuuya's arm, his ability nullifying the gravitational pull instantly. The hum of raw destruction stopped mid-breath, and Chuuya staggered, glaring at Dazai with hatred and gratitude warring in his chest.

"Don't act like you're doing this for me," Chuuya spat.

"Oh, of course not," Dazai said mildly, releasing him. "I'm doing it for her."

Behind them, you let out a soft breath of relief, slumping forward, exhausted but alive. Alive because of them. Because of him.

Chuuya was at your side in an instant, undoing the ropes with trembling hands, careful not to touch the bruises on your wrists.

"Idiot," he muttered, voice hoarse. "You shouldn't have ever gotten dragged into this."

You caught his hand, squeezed it.

"Stop running, Chuuya," you said, your voice rough but steady. "They already know. It's too late to protect me from your world. The only thing you're doing by pushing me away is making it worse."

For once, Chuuya didn't have a sharp reply. Just a look of raw, naked fear. Not of dying, not of fighting, but of you. Of how much you meant to him.

He let out a shaky breath and dropped his forehead gently to yours. "Fine," he whispered. "You win. But don't expect me to go easy on anyone who tries this again."

You smiled—tired, bruised, beautiful. "Wouldn't dream of it."

Behind you both, Dazai rolled his eyes. "Romantic. Can I go home now?"

Chuuya flipped him off without looking.

Masterlist

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hi love your writing! I was wondering if I can request a steamy shower sex drabble with Miguel

(I swear this fictional man is going to be the death of me) ❤️🤭

hii!! tyy!! :( I got u 😌 thanks for requesting, hope you like it 💌

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SHOWER HOUR

miguel o’hara x fem!reader

word count: 369 (sorry, it's more of a blurb, than drabble)

warnings: 18+ only !! sexually explicit content (p in v, implied oral, word porn) think that’s it?? mdni

✧.┊ MASTERLIST

Slow Sunday mornings with Miguel would always be your favourite, snuggled up in his big, burly arms, sheets draped over your bare bodies as the late morning sun crept through the blinds.

It was always a struggle to leave his embrace in the morning, and the only way to get out of bed would be the compromise of sharing a shower- one that would inevitably lead to sex.

Which brings you to now, your back splayed against the cold, wet tiles, caged in his hold once more as he winds his hips up into you, his thick cock stuffed deep inside you, repeatedly hitting all your gummy sensitive spots.

His broad back shields the running water from you, pumping into your pretty pussy as he pins you against the wall, your weight balanced upon his thick thighs.

He's everywhere- all over you. Fingers tangling in your hair, tongue on your throat, meaty dick buried far inside you, as if he knows all your pleasure spots, skillfully prodding at them all at once. Coaxing out his favourite sounds from you- your strangled cries and whimpers, whiney mutter-like noises about how good he's making you feel. It was all like music to his ears, like air to his ego - everything fueling his deep-rooted need for you. 

"So perfect," he whispers into your dampened skin, a stifled moan catching in his throat when he feels your cunt tighten, your body instinctively responding to his praise. "Yeah, just like that. Do it again."

You do as told, your walls choking his fat cock, clamping and releasing him in a steady rhythm that matches his sloppy thrusts, all of it causing desperate pleas to slip past each of your mouths, moans muffled together under the cascading water.

He wouldn't stop until his legs gave out, pumping his thick, swollen cock into you, drawing out orgasm after orgasm, or until you simply couldn't take anymore. And even then, he'd have difficulty dragging himself from the gooey warm spot between your thighs, instead choosing to reward you with his face buried in your pussy, sucking at your severely sensitive clit till you're pushing his head away. Begging to taste his pretty girl one last time. <33 !!

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[ningvory]

i just randomly stumbled upon ur blog and i wanted to let u know ur writing is SO good 😵‍💫😵‍💫 do u have any thoughts on g!p ning?

TYY SM ANNONIEEE 🥹🥹🫶🫶

parings: g!p ningning x fem!reader

synopsis: ningning just can’t get enough of you! fucking you in the maid outfit she bought you and fucking you with her fuck machine while she’s fucking your ass!

warnings: anal, use of plugs, you’re basically ningyi’s cute lil cum dump, fuck machine, free use, ningyi double stuffs you, overstimulation, ningyi fucks you dumb! <33

now hear me out..most ppl see her as a cute lil sub but i honestly think she’s a switch, maybe a lil dom when she feels like it, a very kinky one at that!! i feel like she would be into free use with you, making you wear a skimpy black and baby pink maid outfit she had bought for you to wear around the house with of course no panty or bra on, allowing her access to you whenever she wanted to fuck you!

you would be in the kitchen, cleaning up after you had cooked for you two. but she suddenly pushed you against the the kitchen counter top, raising your maid skirt up and pushing her thick ass cock into you and thrusting into you hard.

“you look so pretty, baby i just couldn’t help it!” ningning squealed out, hands holding you in place as she pumped her cock into you aggressively until she made the both of you cum.

i feel like she would cum a lot! her sticky seed would paint all of your insides white and some of it seeping out of you while she was still inside! she would push a clear plug into your cunt to keep you stuffed full of her cum saying how she just wants to keep you warm as she collected her cum that was seeping out onto her fingers, as shoving them into your mouth, making you lick them clean.

she would definitely own a fuck machine! she would tie you up on the bench infront of the machine, rendering you unable to move as she turned on the machine putting it on its highest setting making you cry out begging her to slow the machine down :(

but oh ningning couldn’t care less about your whining, she was too busy stroking herself off and watching her clear 13 inched dildo go in and out of you in a quick pase, watching how you would cum all over the dildo repeatedly. she would jerk herself off until she came with a long whine.

“ningyi- please! please- g’na cum again!” you told her, eyes rolling back and body shaking, cumming once more.

ningning walked over to you, lowering the tempo of the machine, raising your hips up to align her cock up with your ass. she would push her cock into your ass with a high-pitched moan from how tight your ass was around her cock, she felt like she was in heaven! hips ruthlessly pounding into you, ass smacking against her pelvis as you let out moans you had to force out of you. you were so overwhelmed from all your previous orgasms and now ningning was fucking you in your ass had you squiring all over the dildo with a silent moan.

ningning’s thrusts were so brutal, she was gripping onto your waist so hard it would definitely leave a mark, pushing her cock into your ass right after the dildo slightly came out of your cunt until she shot her seed into you, filling up your ass with her cum! she would grab the pink butt plug she had, plugging your ass up with it and turning the machine off.

“you can give me one more, right baby?” ningning asked you, untying you and turning you on your back, making you look down at her still hard cock. you would feel so bad you just had to say yes!! :( dumbly nodding your head and letting her overstimulate your jittering cunt and stuffing your cunt full of her seed and plugging you up!! <33

[lvve-talks]

hi! you’re blog is so aesthetic and I love ur writing and I was about to request but I just realized it doesn’t say if you do requests at all.. so ig I’m asking <33

I really liked this

https://www.tumblr.com/lvve-talks/781899636191444992/loveeee-congrats-on-300-for-ur-333-event

fic and I was wondering if you’d be open to a part 2 where art ends up asking reader about doing the thing patrick suggested (pegging)

anyway please ignore if you want tyy ❤️❤️

thank u sm for requesting !!! and yes, reqs are def open so anyone can feel free to send some in ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ smut ahead. mdni !!

“bet you will after this.”

those words have been haunting art for weeks ever since patrick left for tour again. ever since he came the hardest he ever has before with patrick thrusting into him.

he wouldn’t say his sex life with you was missing anything, per se. it was… pretty average. he always got off and made sure you did too, but after that fateful day he couldn’t help but think he needs more. he just didn’t know how the fuck to bring it up to you.

it’s been harder and harder for you to get him off lately, and you can’t understand why. is he losing attraction to you? you're on your knees for him, throating his cock as far as you can take it, his hand tangled in your hair, but you can tell his mind just isn’t there.

“okay,” you say as you pull off of him with a gasp. “what’s going on?” you ask, wiping excess drool from your chin and sitting back on your heels to look up at him.

“what?” he asks, clearly bewildered as he looks down at you with wide eyes. it’s not at all that he’s not still attracted to you. he’s not gay. well… he may be bi, but that’s a crisis for another day. but he can’t stop thinking about the way it felt to have patrick’s dick stretching him open, brushing that spot inside him that made him ruin his sheets.

“it’s like you’re not even here,” you wave your hand in front of his face like you’re trying to snap him out of it. “am i doing something wrong?” you ask finally, your voice small, insecure.

“what? no! you’re not–” finally, he sighs, hanging his head in defeat, avoiding looking at you. he feels so ashamed to have let it get this far, to let you think that you’re not treating him right.

art leans down and takes your hands, pulling you up to sit on the bed beside him. “i’ve… been meaning to ask you about something. something i just… i can’t stop thinking about.”

your heart drops to your ass. is he about to break up with you? right here with his pre-cum still smeared on your lips?

“i um… i.. saw this porn.. recently… and i wanted to try… receiving?” he says it so hesitantly it’s almost like he’s asking you to piss in his mouth. “it’s okay if you don’t want to do it, i mean, we can just keep going, it’ll be fine–” he starts to ramble but your hand on his arm cuts him off.

“receiving what?” you ask, brows furrowed, clearly confused as to what he’s even talking about.

his face is bright red, impossibly hot. he swallows, unsure how to answer, so instead he leans over, opening the top drawer of your bedside table and pulling out that sparkly purple dildo you keep buried under your bras next to your vibrator.

oh.

receiving.

your eyes go wide as it clicks in your mind, and he silently sets the piece in your lap. you look up at him again, and he can’t stop nervously fidgeting, almost vibrating as he waits for what you’re going to say.

“yeah?” you ask, dropping your head to the side as your eyes rake over him. his cock was still standing at full attention, leaking more than you’ve seen in weeks. “you want me to fuck you, baby, is that it?”

he nods frantically, his heart pounding as he watches the way your body language changes, morphing seamlessly into this role. 

“why didn’t you just say so?” you ask, your voice smoother now, setting the dildo to the side to run your hands all over him. cupping his flushed face, running one hand up under his shirt, nails gently scratching his tense abdomen. “made me think you didn’t like me anymore,” you give him a little pout and he whines.

“i’m– i’m sorry, i just… didn’t know how you’d react…” he breathes, his chest rising and falling in shallow pants now. your fingers slide into his hair and gently tug and he keens, back arching into you slightly.

“oh… you just wanted to be taken care of, huh?” you coo, pressing your lips to the shell of his ear. he’s putty in your hands now as you push him back against your sheets, pushing his shirt up above his chest as you continue feeling him up. “sweet boy…” you murmur and you watch as his cock jumps.

finally, you reach over for the bottle of lube, setting it down next to you before pushing his thighs up to his chest like he’s done to you so many times. he bites his lip to contain a mewl and you pinch the underside of his thigh. “uh uh, baby, if i’m gonna fuck you i wanna hear every pretty noise you make for me, mkay?”

he nods quickly, a little whimpery “mkay,” slipping from his lips.

you nod approvingly, returning your attention to his puckered little hole. you squeeze a bit of lube onto your fingers, rubbing it around a bit to warm it up before your fingers are rubbing over him, around the ring of muscles and slowly pushing one in.

his head falls back in a groan instantly and you can’t help but smile in satisfaction. “you play with yourself like this when i’m not around?” you ask, slowly pushing that one finger in and out of him. “playing with your little hole and wishing it was me filling you up?”

he only moans in response. yeah. something like that.

you play with him for as long as you can stand, working your way up to two fingers, knuckle deep inside him before you finally pick up the dildo. he’s already a whining, panting, brainless mess for you and you can’t help finding it so cute.

you lean forward over him, pushing his mop of golden curls back from his sweaty forehead. “are you ready for my cock, angel?” you ask saccharinely sweet.

“fuck,” he whimpers, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment. “yes, yes please,” he breathes and you lean down to press a slow, loving kiss to his lips. that’s something he never got from patrick.

you look down between your bodies when you pull away, lining up the artificial dick like you really are the one fucking him. you watch his face as you slowly push the head in, his swollen pink lips falling open and his eyes rolling back into his head at the stretch. a broken little moan falls from him and it goes straight to your core. watching him like this has you absolutely soaked.

you hold on to the back one of his thighs, pushing it even closer to his chest as you set a pace with your arm, sliding the dildo in and out of him slow and deep. he’s mewling and moaning and practically drooling from the pleasure. he grabs your bicep with one hand, to grab your attention as if you haven’t been so attuned to him since this started. “faster,” he gasps, “please.”

“sweet boy,” you murmur, leaning down to kiss him again before sitting back to get a better grip and driving the faux cock into him faster.

a broken cry leaves his lips as you change the angle, his back arching up into you and you can’t help but grin. “yeah? right there, pretty boy?”

he nods, panting and moaning and unable to make any other sound but something so desperate and primal.

you can tell he’s close when one hand has a death grip on your sheets and the other is gripping your arm as it thrusts the dildo in and out of him. “are you gonna cum for me, angel?” you ask and he lets out another one of those pretty broken whines.

“yesyesyes, fuck, please,” is all he can get out.

you wrap your hand around his neglected cock and he moans even louder, pumping him once, twice, before he’s exploding all over his abdomen and chest. you can’t even count how many spurts of cum there are as you keep milking him until he’s shaking and begging you to stop.

you lean down to kiss all over his face as you slowly pull the dildo from him and toss it to the side. “holy fuck, baby, you should’ve said something sooner,” you chuckle and he weakly nods.

“god, you’re right,” he agrees, his voice hoarse like he’s been screaming.

you get up to grab a wet rag to clean him up, something you’ve watched him do a hundred times as he slowly relaxes into the bed again. he curls up into your side when your done cleaning up, his head buried into your chest as you comb through his hair.

“you did so good, baby,” you whisper into his hair as you press a kiss to the top of his head.

he sighs contentedly against you, his eyes fluttering closed at the praise, a soft smile on his lips.

“so… looks like i’m buying a strap.”

[caffeiiine]

EXPLODING YOU BACK !!! <33

HES SO EVERYTHIHG RUBYYYY

BSVDBDHDGDH IM GLAD YOU LIKE HIM!!!!!! *Explodes u with my mind* /affectionate

[lvndrdaaze]

OMG HI MY FAVORITE TUMBLR CREATOR I have an idea >>:D WHAT IFF Your favorite Genshin Men (Diluc) come home extremely late ((2:00 am late)) and you are MAD. So- after you express how you feel (NICELY OFCCC❤️❤️) they feel so bad that they spoil you ROTTEN. Anddd if you doo— then uhh I'll sing... SWAY BY MICHAEL BUBLÉ!!!

(Honestly— Micheal Bublé reminds me so much of Diluc idk why) ALSO TYY FOR TGD WRIOTHESLEY ALPHABET!!!

——🎵🎶🎼Anon (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

aaaaaaaa i'm sorry this took so long to get out (つ﹏⊂) i hope you like it!! i put my whole pussy into this one just for you <33

(also i've never thought about it but now that you mention it...yeah diluc does give michael bublé vibes ._. and now i'll never un-notice it)

Warnings: SMUT, includes use of 'pussy' and 'cunt', light hurt/comfort, crying, insecurities, oral (f!receiving), p in v, missionary, mating press, breeding kink (if you squint), biting, squirting

(fem!reader, NSFW so no minors!!)

Wc: 2.6k

The Dawn Winery was always quiet at this time of night, though you weren't usually awake to notice it. With the maids asleep and all other business concluded for the day, the only sounds in the manor's entrance hall were the crackling of the fire and the rush of blood in your ears.

Diluc was out again, fulfilling his self-imposed duties as he did every night.

Not once had you ever complained, knowing that the Darknight Hero was something of a coping mechanism for Diluc, but tonight, something about the quiet of the manor caused all of that repressed loneliness to well up from deep within your bones, streaming out in sorrowful trickles from where it had been locked away for so long.

You sat at one end of the sofa, staring into the fire. It reminded you so much of him, not only for the obvious reason of his pyro vision, but because of the burning intensity of it. Once, he would have been beside you, red eyes crackling with that same passion that few others recognised in him, hands exploring your skin like a new world made just for him.

But now, you were alone. All you wanted was for him to come home and take up the other seat, to take his place beside you and stay for a while. There were no doubts in your mind as to his adoration for you, you saw it anytime he spent so much as a few moments by your side. It was his dedication to protecting the city that drew him away from you, forcing more and more distance between the both of you.

If only his feelings of guilt weren't so much stronger than his love for you.

When the door to the Winery suddenly swung open, you were startled out of your reverie. Shooting a glance over your shoulder to watch him enter, you read the exhaustion written in every movement he made like a story you had read a million times before. His claymore was propped against the wall and his coat hung on the rack before he noticed you sitting there.

As soon as he did, his eyebrows furrowed. Even with such a look of concern, it felt good to have his eyes on you once again.

"Love?" He called out to you, consternation tinging his low voice. "What are you still doing up?"

How could you answer that? The truth, that you had been aching for him to return and spare you even a single glance, would only weigh him down further. The worst thing you felt you could possibly be in this moment was a burden to him; that would only push him further away.

"Just couldn't sleep." You lied easily, giving him what you hoped was a convincingly relaxed smile.

However, Diluc's frown only grew deeper.

"Love…you're crying." He pointed out gently, not yet moving from his spot in front of the sturdy wooden doors.

With a swipe of your fingers across your cheek, you found that he was right. They came away wet, glistening in the warm firelight.

"Oh…" You hadn't even noticed them until now, but suddenly, your lip trembled with the emotions just barely being held back. "It's nothing, don't worry about it."

But your placating words only seemed to make him worry more. In an instant, he had crossed the room, kneeling before you and cupping your damp cheeks in his hands with a troubled look in his eyes.

"Please don't lie to me." He requested quietly. His thumbs swiped delicate lines beneath your eyes, clearing the tears that collected there.

His intense gaze was filled with such deep concern, such apparent care, it felt impossible to hide your feelings from him any longer, despite not wanting to cause him any more strain.

With a light sniffle, you dropped your gaze from his to your lap, staring down at your fidgeting fingers as they twisted around each other fretfully.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to trouble you, I just…"

Your words faltered, and tears clouded your vision once again, streaming down your cheeks in hot rivulets. Diluc stroked your skin soothingly, waiting patiently for your words.

"I miss you, Luc." Your voice was barely above a whisper. "You've been so busy recently, and I don't want to take up your time when you've got so much on your plate already, but I just feel so…lonely."

The air was still for a few seconds after your admission, until you chanced a look up at his face. His expression was stormy, clouded with irritation, causing your stomach to drop. Of course, you were demanding too much of the man who already had so many people depending on him. With a shake of your head, you pulled away from his gentle touch.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to be a burden. I'll be fi-."

"No." Diluc cut you off with a firm shake of his head, taking your hands into his with the utmost conviction. "Don't apologise. Never apologise for taking up my time."

Your lip quivered once again, the vehement tone of his voice only making your guilt feel that much stronger. Of course, Diluc would be understanding. Why had you even tried to hide your feelings in the first place?

"No matter how busy I am, you are always my priority. I apologise for failing to show you that, my love." He spoke in a low voice.

One hand released yours as he wiped the tears from your eyes again, tilting your gaze up to meet his fiercely passionate one.

"Allow me to make it up to you, love." He murmured in a voice so gentle the steady crackle of the fireplace almost drowned it out.

His gaze was heavy on your rapidly easing expression as he approached slowly and grazed his lips over yours faintly. The aching tenderness of his mouth, the smoky scent clinging to his clothes, the warmth of his body so close yet so far, everything about the moment was so overwhelming. A soft whimper escaped you as he coaxed you into a careful kiss, easing your sadness with every reassuring brush of his lips against yours.

In your desperation to prolong the feeling, your hands gripped his shirt tightly, wrinkling the fine material in your fists. With his gloved hand cradling your jaw, he tipped your head back just slightly, providing him a better angle to glide his hot tongue against your lips as he deepened the kiss.

His free hand came down to rest on your thigh, skimming over the shape of your leg beneath your dress in a way that made you tremble with barely repressed want. Diluc noticed the shiver that ran up your spine at that slightest touch, and with a low rumble from deep within his chest, his wandering hand groped more firmly at the plushness of your thighs and his tongue tangled with yours in a display of his own growing need.

Your heart was racing faster than you thought was possible, the sound of blood rushing in your ears all you could hear. No thoughts made their way past the overwhelming feelings he caused to blossom within you. Eager fingers found their way to his nape, tugging the hair tie from his hair and threading through the fiery red locks. Diluc let out a groan at the feeling, and in an instant, his arms were looping under your thighs, scooping you off the sofa easily.

"Apologies, my love, I had not realised just how long it had been." He murmured, pressing one last kiss to your lips before heading towards the stairs with you in his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist tightly.

"Allow me to make this right, yes?"

The heat in the bedroom was sweltering, radiating from where the both of you laid together for the first time in several days. Your clothes had been long since discarded, and your shivering body was coated in a thin sheen of sweat.

Diluc laid between your legs, sweat gluing a few red strands to his forehead in a way that was almost lewd on its own from your vantage point among the luscious pillows of his bed. Strong hands pinned your quivering thighs to the bed insistently, preventing you from closing them whilst his tongue explored your folds as though it were the first time he had ever done it.

Archons knows how many orgasms he had pulled from you so far; your throat ached with every keen and whimper you let out, and dull heat throbbed in your stomach with every dip of his tongue into your wet entrance as yet another high approached steadily.

Diluc's eyes were clouded with a lustful haze as he paid attention to every reaction you made and the lower portion of his face glimmered wetly with your slick, but he showed no signs of stopping yet. Even by tugging on his loose hair, you were unable to draw his lips away from your aching cunt- in fact, the action only spurred him on, drawing deep rumbles from his chest in response to the sharp sensation in his scalp.

"Luc, please…" you whined, though you weren't certain what it was that you were pleading for. The stimulation was too much, the thought of another orgasm overwhelming, but the idea of him retracting his tongue was even worse.

"Shhh…just one more, love." He mumbled huskily, his eyes slipping shut in contentment.

His lips lowered to your entrance, lapping up the essence of your arousal whilst his nose nudged against your clit, sending electric waves up your spine. Wetness soaked the sheets beneath your hips, and the fine silk was rumpled messily from your writhing.

Wet sounds filled the room as Diluc slurped obscenely on your pussy, every action he made undignified and animalistic with his need to taste you, to feel the way your walls clamped around his tongue as though desperate to keep him there forever.

He dragged the hot muscle of his tongue against your core slowly, swirling around your clit once, twice, then fusing his lips around the bud and sucking. Your back arched and your eyes clenched shut, a clamorous wail tearing through you at the same time as your pleasure peaked, every muscle in your body spasming in euphoria as another orgasm crashed over you. The whole room seemed to fade away, until all that was left was Diluc's mouth, working you determinedly through the peak of your pleasure.

The sensation was so intense, it took several seconds for you to come down. His lips withdrew, peppering light kisses along your inner thighs until your eyes had fluttered open again, searching for him blearily in the darkness.

He appeared almost smug, smiling contentedly as he kissed his way back up your body, lathing his tongue over marks that he had left on his way down. He worked slowly, his hands sliding up your sides and coming to fondle your breasts greedily, rolling your nipples between his fingers whilst he ran his sinful tongue over your damp skin.

By the time he reached your lips, you were whining and bucking against the mattress once again, still not quite satiated after all of the pleasure he had given you. Lying atop you like this, his cock pulsed with need between your bodies, and the slight twitch of him was all it took to get you going again.

"Do you think you can handle one more?" He murmured against your lips, his hips rocking against your stomach, staining your skin with pearls of precum.

"Yes, gods, yes. Please, Luc, need to feel you." Your words came out as desperate sobs, and he breathed a shaky exhale as he leaned his weight onto his elbows above your shaking body.

"Archons…" Diluc whispered, his head dipping into the crook of your neck to nibble softly at the skin there. "You are simply irresistible."

Quickly, he aligned himself with your entrance, running the warm head of his cock through your folds to collect the combination of your juices and his saliva, before pressing it against your tight hole with a groan.

The stretch of him, so thick and hard as he pushed his way into your cunt, was almost more than you could handle this soon after such an intense orgasm. His pelvis ground up against your clit when he bottomed out, stuffing you full with his aching cock whilst you cried out for him.

He held himself there for a few moments, short, gasping breaths leaving his parted lips as he steadied himself. The lushness of your walls wrapped around him was too delicious to be over so soon.

"I promise, I'll never leave you alone again." He whispered, fixing his gaze on your cock-drunk expression as he delivered one slow thrust into your heat.

"I'll keep you satisfied from now on, my love. Never going to let you go without my touch again. I'll dedicate my whole life to you, okay? You'll never be lonely again, I swear."

Diluc was babbling unconsciously with every thrust he gave, all sweet words and promises in a deep, velvety voice that pushed you further into those blissful feelings.

All you could do was moan and sob incoherently in response, tears of ecstasy wetting your lashes as the shivers running up and down your spine grew more and more violent, wracking through your body in tremorous waves in time with every wet slap of his hips against yours.

Strong hands found their way under your hips, lifting them off the mattress slightly so that he could press your thighs upwards and practically fold you in half against the mattress. The tip of his cock reached even deeper inside you in this new position, and your walls pulsed around him in response to the intense sensations.

"Archons, you feel too good…" He moaned, leaning down to lathe the sensitive skin of your neck in hot, sloppy kisses that were so unlike the tender way he usually kissed you. "Gonna cum for me again, love?"

Frantically, you nodded. The invisible string in your stomach tightened until your entire body felt like a piece of elastic ready to snap as his pace only grew more animalistic. White blind spots began to grow in your vision with every invasion of his thick length into your aching hole, and your symphony of moans were surely waking up the maids on the other side of the mansion by now.

"Gonna fill you up, my love. Gonna cum so deep, you'll always have me in you." Diluc growled. His pace was faltering, each drag of his cock inside you losing their rhythm but gaining strength in his wild desperation.

Your responding whine was music to his ears, and he panted hot breaths against the sweat-slick skin of your throat.

"Luc, 'm gonna cum-" Your words came out slurred, as though drunk on the pleasure. Even your eyes could hardly stay open, so overwhelmed with extraordinary pleasure that every muscle inn your body seemed to be clenched tight.

"Me too, fuck- cum for me, darling. Let me feel you, need to feel you." He groaned, sinking his teeth into the column of your throat. "Cum for me, and I'll give you everything."

That was all it took to send you crashing over the edge into impossible pleasure. Your back arched and a loud scream of ecstasy tore out of your throat. Wetness coated his stomach as you squirted with the force of it, finally pushing him over the edge until he was crashing down to his own climax. Diluc let out a loud moan at the same time as yours, and your synchronised cries of pleasure filled the once silent Winery with the sound of your devotion.

[aurora-starlight-silly]

Alright guysss so huhh I stopped answering this aurora asks cuz I lost the fun of doing it

Especially because I used like a kind of sprite and it's annoying to go on ibis paint, find, find the good layer, choose the good expression, choose the good mouth...so yeh (that wasn't a good idea to do it like that ;-;)

And ig it especially helped to introduce aurora, but it's probally not the last time you'll see her in an ask blog :33

I'll answer the last questions I got now !!!! Sorry to everyone who I didn't answer with art TwT

I'll answer in two ways: aurora's answer and mine

Aurora: oh ! Heh, thx ..! Also, that's not really a void, like I said, but idk if I can really call that an au, so I'll just say it's my home :3

Yeah it's cool here ! I mean, it's very pretty ! I can, look at tbe sky, and huh...sleep, on, huh...the grass ? I think I should add some things here ;-;

But if I wouldn't enjoy it here, I think I'd choose outertale, it's really pretty and peacefull !!!

TYSSMM !!!! Aaaa 😭

Yeah she does, it's a bit cold there, but just a lil bit, not alot at all, it's fine :p 👍

And yeaaah outertale's probally the best, I mean it's peacefull, poeple are nice, and it's pretty :33

Question by @the-white-soul !!! Thx again ! ^^

And sorry for being like 3-6 or more months late

The other asks under the cut :p 👇

I have a three !!!

..yeaaah alright I don't really have a shelter but it's not bothering me, it's not that cold -w-

But maybe I should have one yeah ?? IwI''

I don't really sleep, I don't even know often when it's night or day !! But I think it's cool to sleep sometimes, I understand some poeple can like this activity, it's nice :3

Oh ! I've never seen that thing ! It looks so cool :0 *eats*

Heheheh thx for your second ask soul :]

Yeh I think if I make an ask blog and she's apart of it and is in her home, it'd be cook that y'all give suggestions or something similar and you add things to her home together, it'd be fun :0

I love her she's dumb she thinks sleeping is a hobbys that poeple does at night AHAAHAHAHWQUGDJSGD JAHDHSHDHS

Also she doesn't know often if it's night or day because y'know, the underground, we can't see the surface...

I mean the monsters go to sleep but yeaah we can't REALLY know ig ?? And she doesn't knows how that works

She appreciates the candy :p

Ask by @soul100 !! Tyy >:33

Oh no did u mean a strawberry or a necklace ;-;

OH NO WHY DOES THE TRANSLATOR DOES THIS TO ME 😭

Well either way she appreciates the gift !!! :33

If I had drawn that : Aurora eats the cookie and is happy, and I would had fraw Shar with aurora ! Shar looks cool !!!!!

Ask by @funzyoff !!! Thx !

Hello ! Yes, I hear you !

My birthday ? What's a birthday ??? :>

I haven't tried alot yet, but from what I've seen in Ccino's cafe, I think blueberry muffins are awesome ! It's so cooool :0

*tries to comfort Sorrow and play cards with him*

Welp, now her bday has passed skdgsjgd, but yeh it was the 21 april :p

She doesn't know what a bday is because usually poeple don't really talk about their birthday before it is, so yeah she doesn't know :0 (cuz she doesn't have a memory and is learning abt the world :>)

WAIT THEN WHAT I DRAW FOR HER BDAY ISN'T CANON

Welp let's say a random person told her it was her bday and told her what it was lol (idk how else to make it canon to her ._.)

Istg these are so tasty !!! Also she usually likes more hot things since it's more cold in her home (not alot ofc but yeh)

New fact, when she doesn't know what to do with someone cuz she doesn't really know them, she'll play cards, cuz y'know almost everyone is on with okay with playing that usually, and btw it's probally the 7 family game cuz it's pretty simple :)

Oh no. Oh no. I just got a new au idea out of that. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Ask by @luvyourself2hell tyy yugo >:33

I would had drew her getting scared of it cuz she never saw that animal ^^

And THX FOR THE CUTE ANIMAL :PP

ask by @salem-the-puppet tyy !!!

I would had drew her being scared of you and suprised hehehehehheheh >:]

She's probally pretty tasty :1

Ask by @ribboncrimson YAYAYAYAY :D

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Alrighhhtt again sorry for abandoning this T^T

I hope y'all still enjoyed the answers even if it's not in art !!!!

[arlerts-angel]

(i might have already asked this but it wasn’t worded right) Can u plssss make an Armin fic where he gets tired of seeing reader getting injured from fighting titans so he breeds them so they have to stay at home n like don’t get hurt🤯 pls and tyy <33

a/n: this is literally canon armin behavior and i'm obsessed 🤩 i apologize for how long this took & for the shortness of it, but i hope you enjoy regardless! 🩷

warnings: canonverse | fem reader | physically ambiguous reader | established relationship | brief mention of injuries | heavy smut | pet names: angel, love | penetrative sex (piv) | heavy breeding kink | aftercare + fluffy ending

"mmm-! armin-!" you mewl as he slams his hips into you.

"quiet, angel. don't want anyone to hear us," he pants, "and i won't stop 'til i'm sure you're pregnant." he grunts, talking in rhythm with his cock pumping in and out of your overstimulated cunt. "can't keep letting you get hurt... and you never listen to me, ngh, you're always over-exerting yourself so this is the only way." he grunts again.

"armin please-!" you gasp as his tip kisses the sweet spot inside you.

"please what? hm? i thought i asked you to be quiet, angel." he hisses while his fingers rub your clit quickly.

"m close," you whine, "n want your babies!"

"mmm fuck," he moans as his eyes roll back, "yeah? don't worry... i'm gonna fill you up angel. you're gonna look so beautiful carrying my babies." he lifts you up slightly by your hips to fuck you deeper and harder. "ready for my cum?"

you nod eagerly and moan, too cockdrunk to respond. he hammers the tip of his cock as deep into you as possible while circling your clit, then shoots his sticky, warm cum into you as you both reach your climax.

"nice and full now, like you should be." he smiles and rubs your belly, then kisses your head. "how are you feeling? you okay, love?"

"pregnant already." you giggle as you come down from your orgasm.

"that's what i wanna hear. i'll go run us a bath, 'kay?" he asks rhetorically. "but before i go, i want you to know that i mean it... about no more going out with the survey corps. i can't lose you..." he pauses briefly. "i love you, you know that, right?"

you smile at him while your chest heaves.

"i know. i love you, too."

he smiles back and pats your leg lovingly. "alright, bath time."

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[switchypanic]

you . ONLY have 100 followers ??.

YOU DESERVE SOVMUCH MKRE WTF ur fics are AMAZONG i love them so bad

but that aside .. do u think u could possibly write cherrisnake w lee pentious n ler cb ?? if not then can u maybe do lee husk w a ler of ur choice ?? !! either is fine u dont have to do both it was js a second option if u cant / dont want or write for pentious n cherri :33 tyy !!

again ur fics r amazing i love ur writing style n ur rly cool .

Aw, thank you so much! You're such a sweetie!

I'd totally be up for writing one, if not both, for you! Might take a while between fics, but I should get them both out eventually!

[thedeadthree]

♫

+ vereena, morrynthe, amavet, virthac, and vaermina

+ georgia goode and ovidia

GRAPE HI HI I HOPE YOU ARE WELL!!!! i apologize for the delay for this but *screams* this was SO funn to do <33

send me a ♫ + a character’s name and i will respond with a song that reminds me of them. send a ♫ + a ship and i will do the same.

✧ ― 𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐄 (𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘) -`. sky ferreira.

you say you don't want to hear me complain / just to get my point across / you don't seem to care if i'm feeling lost / and now it hurts that i want you to stay / i can't understand why i feel this way / all the friends i ever had told me to go / every day i hear them saying something else that i know / yet, nobody asked me what i wanted

✧ ― 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓 -`. vtss.

she never rest(s) / disconnect, stays unimpressed / pecking order go to hell / ambush her you end unwell / don't suggest fuckin digest / second best u feeling pressed?

✧ ― 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍 -`. borislav slavov.

dance upon the stars tonight / smile and pain will fade away / words of mine will turn to ash / when you call the last light down / moon reminds me of your grace / all the love i can't repay / rest and know that i will pray / farewell my dear old friend

✧ ― 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑 -`. florence + the machine.

no walls can keep me protected / no sleep, nothing in between me and the rain / and you can't save me now / i'm in the grip of a hurricane / i'm going to blow myself away

✧ ― 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 -`. hozier.

you may never know your fortune / until the distance has been shown between what is lost forever / and what can still be known / so far from home to have a stranger call you "darling" / and have your guarded heart be lifted like a child up by the hand / in some town that just means "home" to them

✧ ― 𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 -`. juliet ivy.

what's the point of living without dying for an ego? so we validate our fantasies to feel like we're special inside / you know we love to lie / we like grabbing onto anything to feel like we're important / not a moment that is shorter than a hiccup or a blink of an eye

✧ ― 𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 -`. paris paloma.

asked me why i no longer try and waste my time / and i said, "spite" / 'cause every time you are succeeding / there's an old man somewhere seething / and spite's as good a reason to take his power

[lucy-gray1075]

Finnick comforting reader when she is on her period?

I love your work so much<33

Tomorrow Never Came

tyy love!!

context: Finnick and reader are fellow tributes from four who are both currently at the Capitol cause they were Reaped for the Games.

a/n: Yes, Finnick nicknames reader ace lol. I've been binging s5 and 6 of Gilmore Girls and Finnick is so Logan coded <3

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"Ughhh!" You hated being dramatic, but you hated things not going your way even more. "Stupid blanket!"

You let out another prolonged groan when it once again slid off your legs and onto the floor. It was a blanket for God's sake, wasn't the thing supposed to keep you warm? Instead, the threadbare fabric couldn't even stay on top of your legs.

"Now, honey, there's no need to throw things around and cause a fuss." You could place the unmistakably pouty drawl from a mile away. You felt his maddeningly hot breath on the back of your neck as he leaned over your spot on the couch.

"Go away, Odair." You fought to keep your voice calm. Seeing you annoyed only egged Finnick on like some crude form of encouragement.

Predictably, he jumped over the edge of the couch, jostling you as he landed with a thump. Leave it to Finnick to annoy you when you're in your most irritable mood.

To your surprise, he held out a throw blanket. The plushy material looked so out of place in his calloused hands, so rough from all his seafaring.

"Take it, ace." He nodded encouragingly. "I can't even imagine how hard it is being on that time of the month. Especially, being here and all, away from home, and with all that pressure on ya."

"How do you know..."

"I saw you eating like three pounds of chocolate last night." At your look of mortification, he hurried to add, "I couldn't sleep either, sweetheart. I wanted to join you, but I figured if I interrupted you, I wouldn't stand a chance at even making it to the arena tomorrow night."

You chuckled at that, finding him funnier than you'd like to admit. You reluctantly accepted the blanket he was still holding out to you.

"You know, ace, we can be allies in there." He was looking at you earnestly now, gaze piercing enough to cut through glass. "I don't want this to sound forward, but I would die for you."

He swallowed as you frowned up at him. "I...I-I don't have anyone who cares about me. I don't have anyone to go home to if I come out of this thing alive. But you..."

You surprised yourself with what came out of your mouth next, "I care."

Finnick raised his head slowly.

"I mean it, Fin," you continued. "You're...Look, I know I'm not the easiest person to like, but somehow you make me seem tolerable. I never thanked you for saving my ass during the interview." You rolled your eyes at the memory.

"But thank you for spinning our story into a love tale. If it weren't for you, I would probably have a negative amount of sponsors. I mean, who wants to root for the scrawny girl from the fishing district who can't even fish-"

Finnick's plush lips found yours, immediately silencing the million thoughts running through your mind. He pulled back, eyebrows raised as if he had surprised himself. If tomorrow never came, you would be glad for it.

You pulled him back to you, the collar of his sweater clutched tightly in your hands. He kissed you slow as if you were a delicate primrose blooming in early spring.

When you pulled back again, he eyed you, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips.

"I would root for the scrawny girl from four, who by the way, is the strongest swimmer I've ever seen." You suddenly felt yourself growing redder than channel bass. "And about that love tale, I didn't just spin it. I spoke from the heart."

"Oh, now you're done," you thwacked his chest, moving to stand up. "This does not mean you're getting in my pants tonight, Odair." You glanced at him pointedly, clutching his blanket to your chest.

You turned before you could notice that his answering smirk was more of a hopeful grin.

[wakanai]

Fun fact: My favourite character is actually Kajii Motojirou so if anyone wants to talk about him or has a PDF of any of his works, please, share it with me, let's talk I promise I'm not that bad as a friend 🥺🫶🏻