#i like this format though hehe

[jungshookz]

LVEB couple morning love making and it’s just so fluffy and horny and something to remind me how single i am😭

y/n is always nice and warm in the morning but for some reason it feels like she's been EXTRA nice and warm this holiday season and namjoon doesn't usually find himself this dizzy with thoughts of his girlfriend but he woke up a little earlier than usual after having dreamt about her (he doesn't even recall what happened in the dream but he's getting flashes of her soft thighs n the smell of her pear shampoo) and when he looks over to see her still dozing peacefully he doesn't want to wake her up but also...

namjoon pokes a tongue out to swipe over his slightly chapped bottom lip as he snakes an arm around your waist and brings you towards him and he can't help but feel a little extra excited at how perfectly you slot into his body

he's trying to be careful to not wake you up but also if you just so happened to wake up because of his attempt to cuddle then that wouldn't be the worst thing in the world

he buries his face into the crook of your neck and takes a gentle inhale of your shampoo and the soft smell of your skin (he always thinks you have a very natural scent to you and you say it's because of all the baking you do) and he doesn't even realize that his left hand has been wandering down this whole time until he's playing with the delicate waistline of your panties, fingers plucking with the little bow at the top

"shit." namjoon mutters to himself, swallowing thickly when he feels himself getting hornier -- he really doesn't know what's gotten into him this morning but he's just hoping that you wake up soon because his situation is starting to ache a little-

"mm..." your brows scrunch together slightly as your back arches slightly in a stretch, your bum pressing against namjoon's front making him let out an involuntary moan

and when y/n is fully awake (albeit still a little bit sleepy) the first thing she's aware of is that namjoon is already awake because there's something stiff pressing against her thigh and she does take the opportunity to tease him a little bit because he usually gets bashful about waking up like this and not wanting to disturb her sleep (truth be told she loves being woken up like this) and it seems to go 0 to 100 pretty fast because soon enough she finds herself with her shorts and panties hanging off of one ankle and the musky scent of namjoon's sandalwood shampoo taking over every one of her senses and-

"joon-" you whimper, a breath catching in your throat when namjoon presses in further, one hand clasping your waist while the other cups your bum and gives it a squeeze

"holy fuck, you feel so good-" namjoon groans, head dropping against your shoulder as a shiver shoots up his spine at the sensation (you feel so incredibly nice and so incredibly warm) and he pulls back slightly before pushing himself all the way in

"please fuck me, please-" you are not a woman of many words outside of the bedroom but namjoon loves how talkative you can get when the two of you are intimate and he's trying very hard to hold himself back and take it slow because the two of you did just get up but when you're begging him for his dick like this especially after the dream he had, he doesn't know if he can control himself any further

anyway lveb!couple supremacy for life

🎄christmas at cee's place 2023!🎄

[moonsidesong]

as a kid in utah, i remember really clearly that touch typing was a thing schools started teaching you as early as second grade, but my friends in arizona just. didn't ever learn and some of them are now teaching themselves to as adults. so now im kind of curious...

(It doesn't matter if their lessons actually stuck for you, I'm just curious if they even tried lol. feel free to also add in tags when they started teaching you and/or what general area of the country you live if you're comfortable!)

[thelunaticghost]

xvn fic recs !!

i have been meaning to do this for a while : mostly because fic recs are fun to compile and also thee seems to be a BIG shortage of any fic rec posts!! so here are some fics i have enjoyed over the years!! ofc this list is non exhaustive please note the ratings of each fic and heed the tags before reading! sorry, that i am putting in the shorter summary

anyway!! feel free to put in more fic recs too!! :D

End OTW Racism | over the edge of all our knowings by merthurlin [ G, 10,146 words , 1/1 ]

Years down the line, after the whole business with Lumine and her brother has been concluded, Venti decides to go on a world tour. He sends Xiao letters.

merthurlin got me into xiaoven so ofc my list starts with her fic! this is just so so sweet and even if its not necessarily fluffy there is a warmth to the writing it is a comfort read for me! i recommend every work by her (regardless of fandom). though in xvn End OTW racism | never dreamed of nobody like you is another excellent fic!

nocturne by yanrans [ T, 34,540 words, 4/4 ]

In which Venti sells magical music boxes, Xiao is his unwitting customer, and there is absolutely, definitely nothing more to it at all.

modern au where venti is - a scammer? - i mean a music box seller and xiao is just a regular guy and and. its funny and delightful and absolutely breath taking. i wouldnt elaborate more so as not to spoil anything further but the fic has many unexpected surprises in it! yanrans is another writer i definitely recommend to check out more! their writing style is very flamboyant and poetic.

what hides in neon shadow by morii_tea [ T, 7,547 words, 1/1 ]

In which Xiao is a cyborg, Venti is a thief, and the glittering city of Teyvat hides more secrets than they’re prepared to find out.

its so rare to see morally grey venti is potrayed (even though he isnt v morally grey but still. xiao having to remembering that venti isnt as honourable as he appears is yesssss wohoo). this fic has some thrilling action and a v fun cyberpunk world!! i wish it was longer but it is v exciting nevertheless

every morning in the dark by magicites [ M, 77,124 words, 34/34 ]

Stuck in a time loop where he succumbs to his karmic debt, Xiao struggles to see the point in moving forward. Venti struggles to save him.

READ THE TAGS!!! character death and suicidal thoughts are two major warnings. but DAMN this fic it's just so. SO FULL of everything WRONG with xiao!! and venti too but such a GREAT angst fic!! it gets everything so Right. magicites also happened to have written one of my most favourite genshin fic too :] and if you havent read her other works!! you are missing out!!

the half-life of the yaksha is absolute by GStK [ G, 1,000 words, 1/1 ]

Venti digs his thumbs in to keep open the wound but it is too late His gaze snaps over to the teal essence dancing over Xiao’s fingers. Now all those words will belong to him And Venti will belong to him, only.

READ THE TAGS!! now that i have went into the time loop fic ofc i have to mention the beautiful corrupt xiao prose. the imagery is flowery and grotesque!

foreigner's god by smallghosts [ T, 3,818 words, 1/1 ]

Lord Barbatos falls asleep for a few hundred years. Xiao copes with his absence in strange ways.

a pre-canon fic where xiao becomes - in a way - a worshipper? it's SO GOOD. its about the yearning!!!!!!!!! SCREAMS i dont think i have to explain further

love me like you do by Limerancy [ T, 3,000 words, 1/1 ]

They aren’t the kind of friends that touch.

TOUCH STARVED AND TOUCH AVERSE XIAO!!!!!! this fic makes me a lil bit feral. a little unhinged. i absolutely enjoy reading about the yearning , the desire JUST!!!! AAAA. this writer also writes v fluffy modern au one shots!!! so be sure to check them out too :)

The Kissing Tree by Princeliest [ G, 7,581 words, 2/2 ]

Venti kisses Xiao, and Xiao does not understand why.

VENTI COMMITMENT ISSUES!!!!! as much as i adore reading xiao angst, venti angst is still something i love seeking out and its a tragedy that its not explored enough in this ship :c but anyway!!! such amazing characterization and exploration!! princeliest is one of fav genshin writers and this fic delivers!

wishing on dandelions all of the time by OedipusOctopus [ T, 8,270 words, 1/1 ]

When Venti first catches sight of the swords artfully hung on the wall of his new roommate's bedroom, he regrets putting up the sublease on Craigslist. Firmly believing this guy is a total weirdo, Venti is more surprised than anyone when he realizes the total weirdo is actually adorable. It's not against some invisible Roommate Code to dream about kissing your roommate, right?

ofc there is a classic roommate au fic!! this was one of my most favourite fic from last years xvn week: its hilarious and silly and just a perfect relaxing read!! the characterization and their banter is so entertaining i admit i have read this multiple times!

Where Words Fail by kavvueh [ T, 27,926 words, 11/12 ]

"You're Barbatos," Xiao repeats breathlessly. The young man in front of him nods. "Yep." "But..." Xiao cuts himself off and tries again. "You're the God of songs and poetry." The Anemo Archon nods his head sagely. "More or less." Xiao fixes Lord Barbatos with the most incredulous look he can manage. "... You're failing Music Theory."

this fic is such a delight!! it has some light background lore, some silly shenanigans, miscommunications, pinning - a truly fun mixture! the fic is v light hearted but written with a lot of tenderness. i am v excited to see its conclusion!

what queer sins stain thy soul by Anonymous [ M, 3,232 words, 1/1 ]

In which Xiao, long-established asexual, learns that identity is not as stable as he’d like to believe.

there is some explicit things in it (in non explicit way) i believe religious guilt is one of the best flavouring to xvn. it is an under-explored area in this ship imo and this fic not only has that but also!!! asexuality !!!!!! this fic so so personal and its exploration of desire that gets to me a lot

unholy virtues by morphasia [ E, 17,065 words, 6/6 ]

In exchange for his body in more ways than one, Venti summons a demon to reclaim something that has been stolen from him. It's a just contract. That's all it's supposed to be. That's all it was ever supposed to be.

READ THE TAGS!!! this fic truly went creature/creature. this au is just so fascinating and funny in a twisted way (but not bad). this fic isnt for everyone though but it is definitely worth the shot.

[imflyinoveryou]

if one of my 22 followers is ever perusing my blog heres a lil burnt cd to pop into your brain player :)

[arklay]

pls give me any of the ewskers you are willing to share <3

wip title meme ♡

— when you break a man’s finger for insulting your wife

can't believe no one was curious about this one smh i love when men are insane about their wives but that's okay. so, this happens once they've settled back into the organisation, and some context here is that diana is not well-liked back there. like, not at all. even though she is a key figure in the bioweapons research there, and her position is high up, she may be respected for that, but she is still regarded with a lot of hostility by agents in the company

so, they are in the main hall, where there are a lot of people present, and this guy walks past them and purposefully bumps into diana while calling her something very not nice under his breath. people side-eye her, but as always, she just ignores it and continues walking. wesker, on the other hand, does not

he instantly picks this guy up by his throat with ease and pins him to the nearest wall before saying in the calmest, most collected voice, "i believe you owe her an apology" and diana is standing there like… so, those things you would casually say about protecting me which would be horrifying to most people were definitely not a joke… interesting. this guy tears his eyes from wesker to look over at her before scoffing and saying in this mocking tone that he sees she has a bodyguard now. not a very wise choice on this guy's part

wesker reaches down with the hand not holding this guys throat, which he's been gently squeezing ever so slightly, and he breaks this agent's trigger finger while tilting his head slightly to watch his reaction. the groan and yelp were nice, but not what he wanted. he wished to make this guy scream in agony for ever speaking to diana in such a way, but all he does is remain graceful about it all, and he repeats himself, saying it would be wise for him to apologise or he might end up with more broken fingers, and oh, he wouldn't be very useful then, now would he?

i will not lie to you, this whole display really turns diana on. like, i'm sorry, but that makes her so woozy. but, he only tightens his grip on this guy's neck, testing him, while everyone in the hall watches this unfold. further context here, this agent was a friend of her ex-husband's and there were a lot of rumours that circulated about what happened to him, even though nothing could implicate her, but they all knew how he had made a fool of her, and as ruthless as she is, they wouldn't have been surprised if she offed him, but this all only added to the insults she would receive

this guy finally realises this isn't an empty threat when it gets very hard to breathe, so he weakly mutters something out. wesker turns his head and puts a hand up to his ear, as if to say 'what was that?' while lessening his grip on the man's throat, and he gasps loudly for breath, which makes wesker roll his eyes (fed up lmao). his eyes dart between the two of them before he apologises to diana, and wesker glances over at her before shaking his head, saying that wasn't good enough, so he gets this guy to plead for her forgiveness, and it's such a satisfying sight for diana

wesker lets him go and he stumbles away while holding his neck and gasping some more, then wesker looks back at her properly and the way her eyes have darkened amuses him far too much. but there is also this… appreciation behind it which catches him off guard, and he wonders how often this sort of thing happens. and yes, she may or may not have walked closer to him and whispered in his ear for him to meet her in her lab in a few before walking away, and he delights in how people in the hall can't even look at him

[zhongrin]

honey, can you…. un-sick me please?

© zhongrin | 2023  ✼  no repost・translations・plagiarism of any kind・ai data mining. rebloggers get a free cup of tea ♡

✼ characters ┈ zhongli, al haitham, wriothesley, neuvillette, diluc

✼ tags ┈ gn!reader, fluff, crack, 'puppy' nickname used (wriothesley), you’re sick but nothing life-threatening (common cold/flu/fever), they’re all just so soggy for you

✼ a/n ┈ i did change my formatting recently, yes. i like this one better methinks hehe

ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴍᴇɴᴜ (ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ) ✼ ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴍᴇɴᴜ (ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ)  ✼ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱʜɪᴘ (ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ)

“dear, i assure you, the ‘passing on the sickness by kissing’ method has never been proven to work... ah, please don’t give me such downtrodden eyes, you know i cannot help but give in when you look so saddened…”

zhongli was ever so patient with your whininess, clinginess, and overall annoying (your words, not his) self when you were sick with this kind of fever. he personally thought it was adorable, the way you insisted on following him around, asking to be pampered and spoiled in such a vulnerable moment…

… and boy, did he spoil you rotten.

though his mortal vessel is incapable of catching mortal diseases, he had seen the ever-evolving medical treatments throughout the millenia to know that your request to ‘kiss me so i can heal faster’ was meant to go unfulfilled. but how could he refuse you when you look so cute? he sighed fondly and ended up peppering you with kisses all over your flushed face, a gentle smile curling his lips when you giggled and clung to him even tighter in response.

anything to soothe his treasure.

“you’re delirious. go back to bed.”

your boyfriend might sound blunt and mean, yet the way he cradled your sickly self carefully and the gentleness in which he tucked you back into bed behind the blankets was everything but uncaring. al haitham was as complex as the books he read, but if you were thorough enough, you would be able to see the worried lines creasing his eyebrows and the turmoil behind his usually impassive green eyes fringed with bright terracotta lines.

al haitham became a mirror of his grandma ever since your body proceeded to shut down on you. he would make you soup and helped you eat it when you couldn’t muster the energy to do it yourself, and he fussed over you in his own way. admittedly, he had secretly sneaked in some herbs - grown with the help of his dendro vision - into said soup, which he read would aid you in your recovery… but that was a secret he shall keep to himself.

wriothesley looked torn between wanting to laugh at you or being incredibly worried if the fever was affecting you too much. he opted to shake his head with a chuckle and hoisted you up into his arms before tucking you back to bed despite your feeble protests.

“sigewinne told you to take plenty of rest, remember? you’ll get ‘un-sick’ed soon enough if you just listen to her, you silly puppy.”

your whines and pouts did nothing to convince him otherwise. your beloved seemed intent to keep you on the bed. he was very much tempted to threaten you with a promise to cuff yourself to the bed if you keep being stubborn, but he decided not to. instead, he stayed by your bedside like a loyal hound until the medicine kicked in and you fell into a deep slumber.

“let's have a picnic under the sun when you recover, yeah? but for now, let me just guard you while you're at your most vulnerable, sweetheart.”

neuvillette, the infamously aloof and diligent iudex, was anything but austere when it came to you. one might say he takes his role as your husband more seriously than his role as the chief of justice - and considering his accomplishments as the latter, it was an understatement to say that he excelled as your lover.

the day you got sick, rain fell throughout fontaine, persistent and seemingly neverending. it mattered not if it was just a common cold. you might as well be on your deathbed judging from the saddened gaze of your dearest’s sharp eyes and the way he was calling upon all doctors in fontaine to check up on you. even when you tried to lighten up his somber mood with your words, he merely grasped your hands tighter and brought them to his forehead, silently vowing to do all he could to make you healthy again.

“it is maddening that i do not have the power to heal humans, but rest assured that i will ensure that you can recover in the fastest and most efficient way possible, my love.”

the only time master diluc would be present in the kitchen is when 1) it’s a special day to you or the both of you, or 2) you’re cooking, or 3) you’re sick.

and currently, you’ve fallen ill from your recent adventure of dancing in the rain with your beloved. it was an addition into the romantic moments which the two of you would no doubt engrave in your hearts, yet while his pyro vision had subconsciously kept your lover’s body temperature from droppimg, it failed to do the same to you - hence why you were left with a bad case of flu and sore throat.

still, being sick while being diluc’s lover had its perks: for one, there were the maids who would take a good care of you, and they were always so considerate of your needs, especially when you were in this condition. but the best part would have to be your devoted red haired man doting after you like an overly attached falcon, personally taking it upon himself to nurse you back to full health. he was ever so patient with you, chuckling when you babble nonsensically, brain fogged and loose-lipped.

“yes, dear. i shall take it upon myself to ‘un-sick’ you. now, it’s time for your medicine. i’ll help you sit up... my love, don’t make that face… i promise to give you a forehead kiss if you finish the medicine.”

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[unapologeticwall]

I tried to give my cat a bagel and he didn't want the bagel and I'm. eating bagel

ALONE.

and the worst part is the bagel has sesame and poppy seeds and i hate those!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! texuter* (did NOT give that part ot my cat. poppys are toxic to them.)

*i tried to say texture

[hyperfixat]

hehe here's this 2k brain rot that @suiana's post gave me (permission proof - not a thief!)

i turned caelus into a they them not sorry. also if the formatting is odd, i’m on my pc and i usually use my phone so.

They’re back.  Again.  

March has to stifle the screams of anger she wants to let out as the shackles of stillness finally free her.  Like ice melting Caelus and Dan Heng begin to move around, continuing where they had left them stranded and abandoned, left to stay stagnant at their whim. 

The worse thing is that she can’t even complain, not for lack of desire to do so, no, no she physically cannot voice her complaints.  And March knows she isn't crazy, she’s caught the twinge of annoyance in Welt’s eyes when he unpaused; seen the ghost of a scowl on Seele’s face; even the carefully controlled hardened gaze of Dan Heng has cracked before.

The Trailblazer is the only one who hasn’t cracked, obediently stopping when they will them to do so, and ever so happy to come back at their will.  March wants to corner them and ask how and why, if they know what's going on, but alas: she must trot along with her friends at their wicked will.

Dan Heng doesn't know what you are, because surely you can’t be an Aeon.  Aeons don’t hold the powers you do, even if they did surely there would be some record of you in the archives, right?  No Aeon dead or alive has the ability to puppeteer humans, and it frightens him that there is something out there that is using him in such a way.  It embitters him, both the unknown surrounding them and the way he is treated; how his whole world is put on a pause while he remains aware.  Aware of how the breeze stills and the stars stop twinkling, how the world goes silent.  What could hold such power? 

A shudder runs down his spine as he follows the Trailblazer’s party.

Welt has witnessed a lot in his time.  Nothing quite like them, though.

Himeko has witnessed a lot in her time.  Nothing quite like them, though.

Bronya, Seele, Sampo, and Natasha have witnessed a lot in their time.  Nothing quite like them, though.

Yukong, Loucha, Fu Xuan, and Jing Yuan have witnessed a lot in their time.  Nothing quite like them, though.

Kafka, Blade, and Silver Wolf have witnessed a lot in their time.  Nothing quite like them, though.

The different paths they all walk may intervene, as their personalities and beliefs may differ but there is one truth they can all agree on.

They hate you.

Caelus doesn’t.  Rather, Caelus can’t help but love you; you gave them life and led them through their trials.  You keep them safe and armored. You help them find the words to face others when their mind goes blank. 

To Caelus you are the world.

The Aeons came to know of you when Dan Heng’s frantic searches focused on them for a little too long.  While he was scanning the records they saw you.  You were intriguing from the get go, a pretty thing, sitting comfortably as a figure in the sky. The Preservation and The Nihility, whose current forms allow for more ease with floating went as far as they could to reach you.

Yet you remain just out of reach of the Aeons.

The Abundance uses one of her many arms to steady herself as she crawls along the very fabrics of their reality to get a closer look at you.  And what a darling thing you are!  Excitement that she hasn’t felt in a long, long time, perhaps for the first time ever fills her up inside.  With a shaky hand, she motions for the other Aeons to take a closer look at you.

From there the… shall we say, worship, began.

Nanook, The Destruction, takes note of your fondness for certain characters, and what his darling likes, he likes, so when the Antimatter Legion he has blessed come across the ones you are fond of, their attacks are lighter and they lose his blessing temporarily.  Sure, he wished some of the gushing from beyond the sky was for him, but you so rarely see his face on the screen (only ever in the Simulated Universe you put that Caelus through) he can’t blame you.

IX, The Nihility, will not change in their ways, not even someone like you can shift the nihilism they embody, but, perhaps you don’t notice it, your teams deal better damage over time, don’t they?  Don’t take their blessings lightly, it took a lot to bring them there.

Yaoshi, perhaps makes it the most obvious (despite you never noticing), your favorite vessels get a wonderfully boosted health bar.  You never knew to question how Blade managed to get nine thousand hit points.

It’s hard to pinpoint who thought of it first, perhaps IX or Fuli, but the Aeons, the strongest Aeons, gathered to pull you down from beyond the sky.  Through a (top secret) ritual you find yourself being hurtled down like a meteor into the freezing snow of the Outlying Snow Plains. 

…

You wake to the kind face of Caelus, which is a bit odd because he’s not supposed to be so… high res.  Or real.

“Are you alright, My Lord?”  The title doesn’t immediately resonate with you, so you disregard hearing it.  When you don’t answer right away they frown in worry, hands moving to yours, gently covering them with their warmth.

“What happened?  Why am I here?”

“You fell from the sky, do you not remember?”

“No,” what sky would you have fallen from?  You tend to stay on the ground.

Caelus worries their bottom lip and helps you sit up.  “Oh.”  There’s a pause.  “Did you not mean to come here? I thought….”

“Hm?” You prod, gently encouraging them to talk.

“I thought you were coming to see me,” their face is tinged pink and facing down in their lap.  Caelus’ hands feel hot and you rush to reassure them.

“I’m glad to see you, but I don’t know how or why I’m here,” you pause, cringing internally.  “Caelus.”  Fuck, that is their name right?  No last minute changes?

Luckily their face lights up when you say it and you find yourself pressed into their soft chest, their arms around you in a bear hug. 

“You’re really them.”  A breathy, ecstatic phrase.  Their face buries into your hair and Caelus doesn’t loosen their hold until a knock at their door.

“Trailblazer!  Pompom here, requesting an update on Their Grace’s status.”  

Caelus gently detaches themself from you and opens the door to reveal the tiny rabbit-oid conductor.  Pompom bashfully rubs their hands together when they catch sight of you awake and looking at them.

“Hello, Your Grace, Pompom is glad to see you awake and healthy.”  

What a cute creature, you think.  “Thank you, Conductor Pompom.”

They let out a squeak at your words and nod.  “Pompom needs to go check in on the other passengers, but let Pompom know if you need anything, okay, Your Grace?”

“Oh, thank you Pompom.”  They hurry away, stubby feet padding quickly down the carpeted halls.  You turn your head to Caelus, “what was that about?”

“Hm?”  Their golden eyes meet yours, head tilting.

“Why did they call me those things, Your Grace?”  

“Because you are our God above Aeons.  Do you… were you somehow unaware of that?”

The words hit you like a freight train.  “No, I’m not.”  It’s all you can think to say.

Caelus sits next to you on the bed, placing a hand on your knee.  “Yes you are.  We can feel it.  You are the one that controls this world and gives us life.”

Controls this world… and gives them life… fuck, the game… you’ve been playing these sentient beings.  Your tummy hurts at the knowledge . 

“Oh, I’m— I’m sorry.”  Your eyes prick with tears, the gravity of what you’ve been doing; how you’ve dragged these people into battles for fun.  You couldn’t have know, but it doesn’t stop the guilt eating at you.

“No, no, what are you apologizing for?”  Caelus’ hands cup your face, a finger catching the tears that drip over the brim of your waterline.  Their voice drops to a whisper, “please don’t cry, My Lord.”

You suddenly feel very watched, like a million eyes are on you.  Caelus never closed his door.  You look up and catch sight of March 7th’s glare.  The intensity of it makes you flinch back, making Caelus look up, over to:

“March, don’t give them that look.”  They scold the girl, who turns the withering look to them.

“Why are you taking care of that monster?  We told you to leave them to freeze in the snow.���  The words make your heart sink.  Being on this side of such venomous words stings, especially from someone you never would have pegged to be so hateful.

Caelus bares thier teeth, a mix of offense and hurt on their face.  “And I told you I would do no such thing to our God.”

“That is no God.”  Her voice shakes as does her head, before turning around and walking away.

“Don’t listen to her.” Caelus shakes their head in disappointment. “She doesn’t understand what all you do for us.  Please don’t hold it against her.”

…

They, the Astral Express, do not like you.  Caelus and Pompom do, they hold you in reverence, which is better than how March, Himeko, Welt, and Dan Heng treat you.  It’s all dirty looks and only partially veiled insults.  Caelus gets into arguments with them over you.  

You hate to think that you’re harming the friendships between them, and when you brought your concern up, Caelus dismissed you saying you are worth it all.  

Yeah, there’s that.  You’ve tried to explain that you are not God, but they won’t hear you out.  :(

It’s a perfectly normal day on the Astral Express when the Aeons come. 

Nanook is the first one to descend into the Parlor Car; Caelus and Dan Heng immediately drawing their weapons, The Destruction laughs once, eyes moving to focus solely on you.

“It’s so good to see you, My darling Lord.”  His voice is low and deep, and the gold flowing freely from the wounds (?) on his arms leaves a trail on the carpet as he approaches to kneel in front of you.  From your peripheral you see Dan Heng and Caelus share a look before lowering their respective weapons.

Nanook, you recognize him from the Simulated Universe blessings screen, grabs your hand, gracing the back of your palm with a chaste kiss.  His golden eyes peek up at you from behind long lashes.

“How has the Express been treating you?  I regret not being able to welcome you to this existence, but alas the ritual took a lot out of us…”

What.

“Oh, uh,” your eyes flicker around the cabin nervously.  “I’m doing alright, th-thanks…”

“Now, now, don’t tease the poor thing,” a beautiful woman (Aeon) walks in, one with many, many arms draped in soft looking, white cloth.  Yaoshi’s eyes soften when she meets your gaze.  “Hello, Your Grace, it’s an honor to meet you in the flesh.”

Caelus, Dan Heng, March, everyones’ (save for you and the two Aeons) bodies droop, posture faltering.  IX, The Nihility, has arrived.  An odd feeling, akin to that of a weighted blanket, is pushed onto your body.  It’s them, their astral, cosmic form much smaller than what should be made of their status, laying on your body like a boa.  They don’t speak, though you aren’t  sure they could in this form.

Yaoshi’s eyes flicker with amusement, and Nanook pulls himself up.  “The others were unable to make it, but,” her gaze chills and is directed at the crew of the Express.  “We all wish to make it known that disrespect, anything short of reverence toward Our Grace, will not be tolerated.”

Welt visibly shudders at the threat, and Himeko shares a look with Dan Heng.  They need to reflect on how they feel towards you, tha much is certain.

[hyunniesgirl]

Hei, may I ask Chan who’s obsessed with giving you hickeys?🙏🏻❤️

This ask was made so long ago, I'm not even sure if you still want it to be answered lmao. But that's me, I'm probably the slowest writer in the world. Not sure if this is what you wanted but this is what I came up with 😭 hope you like it, though.

My bestie @baby-yongbok wrote something in this format and I liked it, so I kinda tried it on here hehe

Chan has been obsessed with you since the first time he laid eyes on you. The way your skin looks so soft, so beautiful, he just wants to mark you.

Chan sneaks looks at you every chance he gets and when you dress on something with a low cleavage he just goes crazy with the thought of sucking on your skin.

Chan cages you against the kitchen counter one day, hands gripping the wood with his hands on each side of your body. He smirks when you stare at him with huge doe eyes, not really trying to get away.

Chan gets closer, leaning his face so close to yours that your lips almost touch. He brushes his lips on yours, trailing down till his are right on your neck.

Chan hears you murmur "Fuck", trembling as soon as his lips meets your skin. He lands a kiss in there, forming an "O" with his mouth and sucking on your neck.

Chan has awakened something inside of him now, the way you gasp feeling his lips on your skin, the way your hands go right into his shoulders, digging the skin with your nails, the way the purple-ish tone shows up slowly. It all just makes him go crazy right then and there.

Chan can't control himself after that, when you're close to him your scent just pulls him in and his mouth starts to move on its own. He unconsciously trails wet kisses down your neck, feeling the sweetness of your skin.

Chan just listens to his desires, It's natural to him to just bite you, feeling your cold skin warming up on his lips.

Chan doesn't think It's just a question of loving the feeling of you squirming beneath him every time he gives you a hickey, it's the fact that he's marking you.

Chan loves to see the red marks turning purple and them fading away in bluish traces of his love bites on you. He loves to see you walking around covered in them, he loves when people notice it and joke about it with you, he loves to make new ones over the ones that are disappearing.

Chan loves when you argue with him because you have to wear turtle neck shirts or scarves to work to cover his feats, teasing you about not wanting to show that you have a territorial boyfriend.

Chan just wants everyone to know you already have someone, that you're his.

[romaritimeharbor]

FAMILY, OF SORTS. — in which kafka, blade, and silver wolf are an odd but quite special found family to be a part of.

— trigger & content warnings. mentions of unspecified injury.

— pairings & notes. fluff, found family. kafka & teen!reader, blade & teen!reader, silver wolf & teen!reader. 1.3k words. reader is a stellaron hunter. reader is gender neutral (they/them pronouns used).

— author's notes. the sillies <3 APHE POSTING???? APHELION POSTING REAL AND TRUE????????? i had a request for this on my old blog (from my dear beloved moot @starryshinyskies <3) so i decided to finish it 💪 nd tagging @www-brontide since i know you were excited for this post HEHE anyways how are we feeling about this formatting? if you guys don't like it i'm very open to changing it back. i'm just experimenting with my post format is all 🫶

kafka seems strangely motherly to me. caring and doting in her own unique ways, but also quite strange and odd in those same ways. an enigma of sorts.

she is the kind of person to always send the stellaron hunters' youngest member texts throughout the day; these texts range anywhere from silly and inconsequential to sweet messages letting [name] know that she was thinking about them.

(her doting nature is not dissimilar to how she thinks of and regards the trailblazer... hm.)

KAFKA

My coat got stained again :(

Won't you help me clean it when you get home, little one?

[ 1:22 PM ]

KAFKA

I saw a new movie today.

It made me think of you. It was quite to your tastes.

Perhaps we should go see it together sometime, hm?

Ah, but you're probably asleep by now...

That's fine. You do need it more than the rest of us.

Sleep well, darling.

[ 11:34 PM ]

she thinks of her little one quite frequently and has been known to pick up little trinkets from different planets that reminded her of them. a phone charm, a set of rings, something more practical like a new weapon... she once returned with a nice coat that matches one of hers. her gifts are always unpredictable but nonetheless very thoughtful.

and when or if they get injured, she is the one who treats their wound(s) with a tender hand.

she does chide them, however.

"you are a stellaron hunter, little one," she reminds, pulling the bandages wrapped around their wound a little tighter, making them wince. it is akin to a slap on the wrist—not enough pain to seriously harm them, but enough to force them to take her words to heart. "if it is not a part of the plan, try your best not to get caught or injured, hm? silver wolf doesn't like to see you this way, and it causes a unique stir in bladie. your getting injured causes quite the unrest among us all! do be more careful next time."

if there is ever a night during which they are struggling to sleep, they are more than welcome to seek out kafka's company.

she would be willing to read them to sleep, if that is what they desired.

however... a far easier method that would ensure they would stay asleep? her spirit whisper ability, of course.

they know kafka would not use it to harm them.

kafka finds their earnest trust beyond endearing. the trust of a little one like them is quite an important gift! the least she can do, she thinks, is assist them when her assistance is needed.

and sometimes, that just means lulling them to sleep.

blade is quite a difficult person to read, regardless of whether he intends to be so or not.

some days, he is distant and prefers to keep to himself. others, less so.

this, though, should not be mistaken for a lack of care. in fact, he cares quite deeply. his care is simply very quiet and he desperately, earnestly, truly does not wish to cause [name] harm.

he is also most likely the one who spars with them and trains them in the ways of combat, which... he isn't exactly the gentlest at doing. training sessions can be quite frustrating in that they often emerge sore and with new cuts and bruises (but really, these injuries are small and insignificant; they are confident in saying that blade would never truly hurt them, nobody in their family would). he does mean well in his tough methods, though.

the universe is not kind or gentle. it will never treat them that way. therefore, he does his best to prepare them so that they can effectively handle the universe's cruelty and defend themselves from it.

one of the ways in which his quiet care manifests is through his treatment of the small wounds he gives them during training. kafka has said many times that she can treat them, but blade always insists on doing it himself.

out of all of their coworkers, blade becomes the most restless when they're away. he gets particularly antsy when they've been gone for a long period or when they're out there alone. kafka always giggles and points out to him how utterly restless he becomes when such circumstances occur.

(he should be assured that they can handle themselves, given that he is their mentor—there is surely nobody else who would know their skills as well as he would—but somehow he simply isn't.)

blade is also, generally speaking, the most protective.

should they come back injured... if it is anything other than a shallow scratch on the cheek, a rage hotter than the brightest star burns under his skin. in those moments, he almost does not dare to touch them, for fear that he might harm them unwittingly... but he does. his hands are somewhat rough when he snatches their face and tilts their chin around to get a better look at the blood (is it theirs? he hopes not) and grime dirtying their face. there is a terrifying threat present in his voice when he demands, not asks, "who did this to you?"

(if kafka was not present in these moments, he might worry that his mara would get the best of him. thankfully, kafka is intentional and present in such situations.)

unless the ones responsible for the wound have already been adequately... taken care of, he will do so himself. there is nowhere in the universe that the perpetrators could hide from him.

it's about protecting them, but it is also about sending a message.

something along the lines of "anyone who lays hands on them will suffer a fate worse than death," perhaps.

death is anything but a terrible fate to blade, but he knows that it is the worst imaginable to some. he will be certain to deliver something infinitely worse, something beyond imagination, to those daring to hurt his younger teammate.

silver wolf is perhaps the least enigmatic of their little family. she isn't an open book, per se, but she's easier to read than kafka or blade... at least, for someone like [name], anyway.

she never fails to harrass them to play a few rounds (which tends to spiral into many, many rounds...) of a game or two with her. why them, specifically? she insists that blade isn't good at them and kafka is kafka. really, it may very well just be that she enjoys spending time with them, but she—of course—will not simply say that.

however... she bullies them terribly about how bad they are. it comes from a place of affection!

she is also the type to win them every single prize at carnivals, just because she likes the joy it seems to bring them. when she encounters rigged games, however, she becomes all the more motivated by her unadulterated annoyance to beat them.

what do you mean she of all people can't beat this awful and horrible rigged game? her???? the silver wolf????? seriously????????

unfortunately, it does not always end in her victory, even when she is infinitely motivated by her anger.

...and she really isn't above just taking one of the prizes when the stall's owner isn't looking. she has done so multiple times for [name].

she would definitely try to teach them hacking (keyword: try) if they aren't already familiar with it. since it has come in handy for her, she figures that they might also find use in it. it's her quiet way of looking out for them.

(her more obvious way of looking out for them is often seen when she is on missions with them. most commonly, it manifests as her snatching their arm and pulling them out of the way of an enemy before obliterating said threat.)

silver wolf is totally the sort of person to pinch their cheeks (to different degrees, kafka and blade also do this!). they are very cute to her.

overall they are a weird but very special little family to be a part of <3

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[milksnake-tea]

❀ ˎˊ- prompt: how they are in a vampire au ❀ ˎˊ- characters: blade, dan heng, dan feng, march 7th, himeko, jingliu, jing yuan, kafka, luocha, sampo, caelus, stelle, yaoshi ❀ ˎˊ- warnings: lots of mentions of blood and wounds, the typical vampire stuff, talks about scents, usage of the word "feeding", intended lowercase, mentions of alcohol in kafka's part, caelus/stelle may be ooc :| ❀ ˎˊ- a/n: NEVER REALLY ANNOUNCED IT BUT YAHOO HERE U GO !!! THE WINNER OF THE POLL WAS VAMPIRES, SO LETS GO ITS BITING TIME HEHE <3 different format bc damn thats a lot of characters i dont have banners for... also first time writing them women so scratches head sorry if it's ooc teehee i tried

vampire!blade, whose bloodlust runs deeper than most. his desires drive him to the brink of insanity at the slightest whiff of blood, the former human despising the animalistic tendencies that now governed his existence. with his enemies, he is content to lick their blood from his face, finding no remorse in the blood of the dead. but when he dares to drink from you, he is gentle - cautious. always his eyes are watching your own, especially before he sinks his teeth into the crook of your neck. for blade is prone to losing himself in the taste of you, and he fears he may go too far.

vampire!dan heng, who despises his species more than any hunter out there. he longs for the normality and companionship of humanity, and often hides his vampiric traits in public as to masquerade as a human. the only time he'll satiate his desire for blood is when he's on death's door; and even then he'll only settle for blood bags at the dead of night, away from any of the eyes of his fellow trailblazers. when the time comes and you offer your blood to him, dan heng is reluctant, hesitant. never in his life has he fed on another, and you can feel his inexperience in how he cautiously sinks his fangs into your skin - opting to kiss your wrist rather than your neck, just in case he lost control.

vampire!dan feng, who will outright refuse blood that he deems to be unsatisfactory to his palate. even if his dietary needs are considered monstrous by other species, that doesn't mean that he himself needs to be barbaric. dan feng treats blood as he would wine - like a delicacy, only to be partaken on occasion. but all of that is thrown out the window once he tastes you for the first time. when dan feng drinks your blood, he does it with the tenderness of a lover. always, he keeps you against a comfortable surface such as a bed or a sofa as his lips latch onto your neck, taking his time as he savors you like a fine dish.

vampire!march 7th, who never really questioned why she needed to drink blood to survive, and always deemed it as normal. although, she doesn't really consider it cute, claiming that it "ruins her cute-girl aesthetic". as such, she won't talk about it unless you start the conversation first, preferring to disguise her blood intake in the juice boxes she keeps around. even when she does drink from you, it's in small sips, a mere nip before she's off to doing something more fun. don't take it personally, march just isn't fond of drinking from another person. she appreciates you offering, though!

vampire!himeko, whose taste is questionable, even for a vampire. for a second, you thought that her horrendous taste in coffee came from her background, but no, it's just himeko being himeko. unlike her other companions, himeko isn't ashamed of her needs. if she needs blood, she beckons you from across the parlor car, taking your arm in her hand as she gently bites your wrist. there's something playful in the way she drinks - she's gentle, yet doesn't treat you as though you're made of glass, a soft giggle leaving her lips as she licks the wound on your wrist.

vampire!jingliu, who makes sure you understand just what you're getting into when you offer your blood. it's hard enough to keep both her mara and her bloodlust at bay around you, and even harder to control herself when you're so willing to help her. time and time again she warns you, saying that she may not be able to control herself once she gets a taste. but if you're strong and brave enough to feed her despite the dangers, then brace yourself, for jingliu won't stop until she's fully satiated.

vampire!jing yuan, who loves to nip at your fingers playfully, flashing his fangs whenever he can. honestly, jing yuan's the type of person to forget he's a vampire until the time comes and he needs to feed - and even then, it's more of an inconvenience to him than anything else. but that won't stop him from messing with you, after all, he loves the disgruntled face you make whenever he pretends to snap at you. however, when jing yuan does drink from you, he prefers to take it from the back, hugging you from behind as he languidly drinks from your shoulder - making sure the process is as painless as possible.

vampire!kafka, who teases you when you first find out of her species. are you afraid of her now? how cute, but really, there's no need to be afraid. she wouldn't hurt you, not intentionally, at least. kafka can't help but laugh as you playfully hit her for her words. can you blame her, though, when your reactions are just that endearing? kafka isn't one to take blood directly from the source, instead, she prefers to drink it in a wine glass, mixed with some sort of alcohol to really amp up the effects. having both wine and blood in one drink can be quite intoxicating to a vampire, but kafka wouldn't be kafka if she were afraid of the after effects.

vampire!luocha, who becomes addicted to your blood the second he tastes it. over his lifetime, luocha has tasted the blood of many, each with their own flavors - ranging from savory to sweet to downright disgusting. but with you, the drinking of blood is less so a matter of feeding, but rather an intimate act between lovers. he is tender as his lips latch onto your neck, his arms wrapped around you and hands massaging you to ease you through the process. and through it all, his eyes forever hold your gaze as he tastes heaven once again.

vampire!caelus, whose inexperience often makes him dangerous. caelus doesn't know how to deal with his urges, nor does he understand why a hunger builds up within him whenever he sees an exposed patch of your skin. he's a sweet guy, no doubt about it, it's just that he doesn't know how to stop. it's up to you to guide him and tell him when to stop, for caelus is young, and doesn't understand the durability of the human body compared to a vampire. but he's willing to learn, even if it means driving off his own needs in favor of yours. the last thing he wants to do is to hurt you, after all.

vampire!stelle, who nuzzles up to you whenever she feels the slightest thirst for blood. like caelus, stelle has no idea what she's feeling nor how to deal with it. when she starts getting hungry, she becomes clingy - she starts hanging around you more, often staring at you and leaving you to wonder just what it is she wants. it's only when she starts tugging at your sleeve that you realize that she's hungry. when stelle drinks, it's... well, it's not as unhinged as caelus, but she still lacks the control as he does, and you have to tap her head to snap her out of it. but when she's done drinking, you can't help but coo at her adorable face, like a kitten full of soup.

vampire!yaoshi, who prefers to give their blood rather than drink it. they would hate to put anyone in danger, after all. but alas, their instincts won't disappear, even after their ascension to aeonhood. ironic, isn't it? the giver and sustainer of eternal life is also the same one who drains that life. when they feed from you, they prefer to have you in their arms as they do, your back pressed against their chest as they drink. they whisper sweet nothings each time they rise from your skin, their tongue licking at your wound to soothe you. but it never hurts when it's with yaoshi - perhaps it's the dew from yaoshi's trees that numbs you, or the poison in their tail. if anything, you feel as though you are in a hazy dream, not yet asleep, yet not quite awake either.

[aleiiii]

Reborn! Wukong appreciation yesss. No one ever talks about him but that little gremlin deserves more love. Now I’m super curious to know more about that ‘Nà in a different font’ character of yours 👀

AAAAAAA HE DOES DESERVE MORE LOVE!!!

I had to dig these outta my sketchbook, so apologies for the messy format ;; they were very spur of the moment doodles

Since they were very spur of the moment, this character doesn’t have a name! Though, these were made before I had actually drew up Nà, so in a way…. She’s kinda like her predecessor lmao. There are some similarities… if you can spot them hehe

A bit of background for her though, the idea was that she’s a shrine maiden that the group come across in their journey. And of course Wukong being…well… Wukong comes and causes some issues. I WILL PREFACE THAT THIS IS PROBABLY AN ALTERNATE STORY THAT DOES NOT FOLLOW THE CANON OF JTTW, ofc it’s not very monk-like to be running around creating children. I take it as Wukong not really wanting to reach buddahhood by the time they finish their journey. All in good fun.

Conclusion: Reborn Wukong needs more love

[bamfkeeper]

Breed.

RQ: 'I hope you are doing well. I'm not gonna lie, I was so excited when I saw that your requests are open! I've been loving your work and I am pumped! I also have crazy baby fever and was eating up the pregnancy request you filled. Since you've already done that angle, how would you feel about the aforementioned breeding kink Kurt has in one of your original NSFW head cannons for him which includes info for a masculine but gender-neutral reader. It can be in any format you want and no worries if you don't feel like writing for it or for the gender neutral angle specifically. I understand writing every day is exhausting and appreciate all the work you've already done. It is excellent!' - Anon

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Gender neutral reader, but masculine body parts are described and terms are used (hopefully I understood the request properly). Breeding kink, blowjobs & deepthroat, anal play & sex pls prep irl 😭, somewhat feral Kurt hehe.

A/N: I don't mind at all, I have been wanting to write more masculine readers anyway since I have had a handful of people message me and ask. Even though this is a gender neutral with masculine features, I still hope it is enjoyable. Did not edit any mistakes please ignore danke.

WC: 1.8k

"Kurt?" your eyes spotted your blue boyfriend after he teleported to your room. "What's gotten into you?" you questioned, you had been lounging on the bed with a book when Kurt appeared, nearly prowling and crawling his way over to you. He was nipping and kissing your neck before another word could be spoken, eager and desperate. You were surprised, he hadn't behaved like this before.

He had yet to speak to you, he was busy nipping and kissing your skin. You couldn't deny how good it felt, he always knew the spots to tease you. His hands roamed your body, feeling over you and teasing down your sides. His gentle fingertips tickling ever so slightly on your bare skin.

"Need you, liebe," he rasped, his hard cock grinding into your leg and making your cheeks flush, your own dick slowly waking up. When he lifted from where he was buried, you could see how needy he was by his expression. His cheeks dusted with violet and he was panting, almost whining at you. As you looked at him, you felt your heart speed up. He was so desperate, but you knew his patience was waning, his grip on you had become more possessive.

"Bitte....bitte," he groaned, his cock leaking and swollen. It made you swallow thickly, how big it looked just from his desperation. The pretty blue dick blushed with purple and the head so angry, slick with precum that had been spreading on your leg.

Your smile was soft and understanding, you reached up and cupped his face. His cheeks were so soft and velvety, you adored how he felt against your skin. "Are you rutting?" you teased, his eyes widened and the only response you got was a strangled cry. He pinned you down, his chest heaving as he stared down at you. "Can't...resist." he panted, his hand moved down your abdomen, gripping your hips.

Once he struggled to have you bare, he leaned down to your cock, literally panting by now. His mouth worked you, but he didn't waste too much time sucking you off, he flipped you onto your belly, moving and spreading you open. He gazed as you before he began lapping at your hole. His tongue pressed firmly on your tight ring, slowly and carefully prodding his way inside after a multitude of eager laps.

You moaned as you felt his tongue work you, it didn't do much to prep you other than get you nice and slick for him. You looked between your legs and saw his cock bobbing, you whined softly and pulled away from his delightful tongue, earning a confused growl from him.

You shifted your body, facing his eager cock and you gently stroked him, your tongue running over his head and he growled again. Kurt lifted himself up on his knees and his body moved over yours, pushing his hips so his cock slid further into your mouth. You groaned at the sensation of him stretching your throat, but you eagerly let him slowly thrust into you. Your tongue and mouth worked him as his hips moved, your nose buried in his pubic hair while he moved.

His cock was weeping, coating your tongue and the back of your throat in his precum with each thrust. Kurt's soft moans filled the room, your chin was coated with saliva, his balls gently slapping your chin each time his hips moved forward. You managed to make a whine, and he pulled out of you, allowing you a moment to breath and relax your jaw. "Turn around," he rasped, his eyes were darker than normal and it was hard to ignore your own cock throb at his tone of voice.

You felt his head poke your ass, and you stiffened up. "I'm sorry, liebe...I can't help myself." he whispered and he slowly sunk himself into you. The way his cock stretched you made your eyes widen and a loud mewl escape your trembling lips. It burned, and it felt so good. He pushed until he was completely hilted in your ass, his eyes half lidded as his hands gripped your hips.

His tail thrashed behind him, it took everything in Kurt's soul not to immediately thrust into you.

But he knew better.

He wanted you to adjust, he was rather eager anyway.

"Ahh...oh my god..." you gasped, your fists holding the sheets in an iron grip, your body struggling but you breathed steadily in hopes of tricking yourself into relaxing. You wanted to ease up so he could move without any sort of discomfort.

"How do you feel now, schatz?" he rasped after a few minutes, you could feel him shaking behind you, the poor German was struggling so bad. You gently pressed your hips back to him, signaling it was okay for him to move. With that silent invitation, he glanced down at you for a brief second to make sure that's what you wanted, then he pulled himself back slowly. His thick cock dragging out of you teasingly before thrusting back inside with the quick snap of his hips.

A soft cry exited your throat as you felt him thrust all the way back inside, and you felt your cock throb when he pushed against that sweet spot. Kurt's thrusts were slow at first, slow but firm, and then they quickened. Soon he was thrusting at an even and fast pace, his chest against your back as his hips refused to stop moving. Kurt's warm breath spread across your neck and back as he let out quick pants with each thrust.

Good god did you feel good, so deliciously tight, you were milking him.

"Naughty...gluttonous...little thing, Mein Gott..." he whispered through his teeth, baring them as he hissed slightly while your ass tightened around his base. "You are going to be the death of me..." he rasped out, looking down to watch his blue cock disappear within you each time. He throbbed more seeing how he stretched your sweet, swollen hole, moaning loudly against you as his balls slapped into yours.

"Mmn...Kurt, ah...you feel so good, you're stretching my ass out," you rasped to him, "I'm gluttonous for you only," you replied to his teasing comment, smiling a bit. "It's a sin and I should be reprimanded for it, right Mister Priest?" you teased him right back, pushing backwards into his thrust, the slight angle change made Kurt growl out.

Suddenly he was almost laying on you, pounding into you even harder. "Ah, ah, liebe....I am gonna put a bamf in you..." he groaned against the back of your neck, his teeth gently biting your skin and holding on while his body was controlling him. He couldn't help himself, he needed this. So badly.

You whined in response to this, knowing that no, not really, but fantasy was too much to deny. Poor Kurt was pent up and you could tell by the pure desperation he was fucking you in. His cock was also rubbing that sweet spot inside you perfectly, how could you deny him?

"Ah, yes Kurt! Put a bamf in me, put a lot of them! I wanna be full of you, full and bred, please," you moaned back out to him, egging him on with your wavering voice and tearful cries of pleasure. It seemed to be all he needed. His tail wrapped around your body and secured you against him, his hips snapping into your ass that you were sure a bruise would be left when you were done.

"I am going to fill you full of my seed, you will be full and bred like a good partner....you'll hold me in you, I will put more inside again and again...." he slurred like he were drunk, but just so taken with pleasure he couldn't help it. No one could make him feel so good, no one but you. He held you tight, hugging your body close in such a way that you knew you were loved, and he was fucking you so damn good all the while.

You couldn't even focus, god he was ruining you.

Your eyes were barely open, you swore you looked like an idiot, maybe they were crossed? You had no clue.

Kurt panted quicker, snapping harder and faster, his tail snaked down and wrapped around your poor neglected cock and stroked you, adding more fuel to the fire. Your cries increased, your cock leaked as his tail worked its magic. "Come for me, liebe...let me know how I make you feel...I will come with you, and fill you so good...I'll breed you nice and full..."

"I'm c-close," you warned, right as his cock found a new angle inside and continuously hit your pleasure spot, that tender bit of flesh deep inside that made you want to scream. And you did. You cried out, his name and a long list of 'oh god's' and profanities left your mouth as you felt your dick swell before releasing on to the sheets below your belly.

In return, Kurt also came hard, but his thrusting didn't stop. He continued, his hips moving back and forth as his dick continuously leaked out and shot thick ropes of his seed inside your ass. You felt it slosh as he just kept coming. Was he this pent up? Or just really horny? It made you want to come again, knowing this is what you did to him.

His head fell back and finally, he came to a stop, his cock still sheathed into you. The room was filled with heavy panting, you could barely hold your own hips up on your shaky legs. Kurt was dazed, he felt like he was completely empty, you had milked him. Your asshole squeezed him like a vice and refused to let him go.

After some maneuvering, Kurt laid beside you, his arms wrapped around your body and held you flush against him. You were both a little sweaty, but he didn't care at the moment, wanting to stay buried in you for the time being. "Liebe...you felt so...wunderbar..." he whispered against your neck, his lips pressing tender kisses on the spot he bit.

You snuggled back into him, pressing your back against his chest, feeling his cock still inside you but you didn't want him out yet. "Stay inside...keeps your cum in me." you whispered, Kurt's grip tightened on you in response.

"Ja...keeps my seed in you." he purred against your skin. "Bred so well..." he rasped weakly, he was so tired now, the sleepiness of the high was hitting him and he wanted to rest. You were both dirty, but for now, you both just wanted to relish and drag out the moment as long as possible.

Besides, feeling each other like this was your favorite thing, and it was his too.

Thanks for reading.

*BAMF*

Dividers by @/adornedwithlight

Cover image from X-Men 97.

[kisakis-boyfriend]

hiii, I wanted a request where it’s like your “Oops, all catboys!” But with Freminet, Lyney, and Lynette? Male reader for this one and nsfw just like the Tokyo rev one. I’m not exactly sure if this is a Halloween request 😭 but yeah ty for your time!!

Oops, all catboys + catgirl! - Genshin Edition

Pairings: Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet x reader (separately)

Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom characters, rough sex, fingering, handjob, blowjob, descriptions of horror scenes

Genre/Format: Smut; Scenarios

Author's Note: I found a way to shoehorn in a Halloween theme hehe. Please enjoy, anon~ As usual, all characters are 20+

Please check my blog title to verify whether requests are closed or not! Thank you!

In the spirit of Halloween, you invited your partner to stay at your house all night and marathon some horror movies. You promised to take care of all of the prep work, such as gathering snacks and drinks, grabbing some cozy blankets, and maybe even decorating the room with spooky string lights

You even picked out a lineup of movies you thought they might like, though of course you're willing to negotiate and swap some out if there are any other movies that catch their eye. But for now, everything is set up for your night of horror and cuddling!

The only thing you hadn't planned for was your impromptu horniness.... Your partner was easily frightened by the movies and clung to your arm throughout the entire length of the first movie. Around the midway point of the second movie, you offered to "distract" them, an offer that they reluctantly accepted. Their feline instincts tell them that there might be a hidden meaning behind your offer...

Brave catboy Lyney pretends that the movies aren't truly phasing him at all and that he's simply putting on an act, much like how he acts during his magic shows! Though this facade quickly falls apart during one particular scene where some poor victim gets shredded with an axe...all of Lyney's hair stands on end as a whimper escapes past his lips

Brave catboy Lyney averts his eyes, unable to keep up the tough guy act as he hides his face in your shirt. You offer to ‘distract’ him, but your ‘distraction’ isn't quite what he had in mind...

Brave catboy Lyney who's a panting mess as you hungrily suck him off, using one hand to stroke whatever's not in your mouth at the moment. His little ears twitch when you moan a “Good boy” with precum glistening on your lips

Brave catboy Lyney who bucks his hips wildly as you finger his ass, curling your digits inside of him while he cums down your throat. The aftershocks of his orgasm cause the tip of his cock to hit the back of your throat a couple more times, and your gagging just turns Lyney on even more as his dick remains hard

Brave catboy Lyney whose hands glide along your shaft while he returns the favor, licking his lips as he jerks you off. His mouth opens eagerly as you grow closer to your climax, shooting thick ropes of cum onto his pretty face and tongue, which he swallows obediently

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Precious catgirl Lynette sits in your lap for comfort as the violence and bloodshed in these movies make her anxious. She fidgets with the hem of her skirt and squirms around in your lap, squealing during one particular scene then swiftly turning her head to the side to bury her face in your chest

Precious catgirl Lynette who accepts your ‘distraction’ immediately, letting you maneuver her around so that she's on all fours on the couch. A cute squeak leaves her lips and her tail flicks around when you pull her panties down harshly, rubbing your fingers over her pussy teasingly

Precious catgirl Lynette who gasps as you dip your digits inside of her, rubbing against her warm walls while she quickly becomes wet. You spread that wetness on her folds and move up to tease her clit, brushing over it just enough to make her jolt. A low whine escapes as Lynette bites her bottom lip

Precious catgirl Lynette who's already cum twice just from your fingers, thrusting back to chase a third orgasm and not even registering when your fingers get replaced with your cock, not until you bottom out at least

Precious catgirl Lynette who's practically speechless except for intermittent “M-more...harder...”'s. Your dick stretches her cunt open further with every powerful thrust, rocking her tiny body against the couch as her back arches beautifully when you finally fill her up with your milk

Precious catgirl Lynette cums soon after that, squirting a tiny bit as her eyes roll back from the intensity. She reaches a shaky hand behind her in search of yours, weakly hooking her fingers with your own and smiling when she feels the contact

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Timid catboy Freminet doesn't even pretend that these movies don't terrify him... especially the jumpscares... He gasps and whines throughout the entire thing, clinging to you and digging his sharp nails into your skin, almost breaking the surface. His ears lay flat against his head the entire time

Timid catboy Freminet nods his head when you offer a ‘distraction’, trusting that whatever you have in mind will help. His innocent blue eyes widen when you flip him onto his stomach and yank his pants off, spreading his little cheeks apart and smirking playfully while you tell him exactly how you're going to touch him

Timid catboy Freminet whose cries and moans fill the room while you pound him from behind, gripping his arms tightly so that you have better leverage. His tight ass swallows your entire length deliciously, sucking you in with every thrust

Timid catboy Freminet who screams when you begin stroking his little cock while you're railing him, his thighs trembling like crazy as you wring an intense orgasm out of him. Another loud moan quickly leaves him when you don't slow down even a little bit, fucking his hole like a fleshlight until you flood his insides with cum

Timid catboy Freminet collapses onto the arm of the couch after his second climax, panting heavily while he calms down. Your soothing touch on his back and your head pats bring him down gently while he whispers a “Thank you...y/n...”

Reblogs are extremely appreciated <3

[cinnamostar]

blankets and kisses

pairing : chan x gn!reader

summary : the bitter iciness of winter wore you down, yet your boyfriend knew how to melt away your sorrows

wc : 913

cw : alludes to seasonal depression, established relationship, comforting bf chan, fluffy, not proof read

a/n : this was entirely self indulgent LMAO sorry if formatting is bad though, im on my phone and wrote this kinda quickly bc i felt inspired hehe . also im floridian so i know nothing abt snow or winter so i did my best

in the hushed whispers of the night, you found yourself yearning his comforting embrace, a closeness you always craved and yearned for. the chilling zephyrs brushing against your skin, your hair bellowing in response as you shiver under the icy winds the harsh winter always brought in its company.

you couldn’t bear this season alone, it was taxing to repeat the same mundanity and solitude adulthood had introduced you to. daylight was always so fleeting and witnessing it had become a luxury during these cold months.

it was always the same deep blue morning sky that greeted you as you made your way to work, and after eight grueling hours, the same sky would be waiting to be welcome you once more, except this time with the sun rays barely peeking out from the edge of the sky. you hated this time of year, and you could never understand the holiday joy and excitement everyone seemed to buzzing with around you. what was there to enjoy?

the weather was unpleasant, the low temperatures of the world pricking the tip of your nose as you briskly made your way home, trudging your way through the light sheets of snow that covered the sidewalks. the glacial breeze never relented its attacks on you, always piercing through the layers of warmth you adorned yourself with.

the lack of sunlight allowed dreary, dark clouds take over your mind as you surrendered yourself to exhaustion. how much longer would your days be like this? how much longer would the wintry season plague your mind with somber thoughts?

you crack for the door open to your shared apartment, basking in its inviting warmth that provided you refuge from the world you had just shut behind you. the comforting smell of fresh linen making its presence known as a grateful smile graces your features. you gently place your bag on the small side table, shedding the layers of coats you had worn to endure freezing winds, not caring that they’d remain on the floor.

your mind was too focused on finding solace and reprieve to worry about your belongings as your feet dragged you to your living room. your own personal source sunshine that kept your afloat during these difficult times was waiting for you on the sofa, his head turning to your direction once he heard the pitter patter of your steps.

a smile stretches across his face, his eyes becoming crescents as he lifts himself off the couch to meet you half way.

“hi baby,” chan whispers as his arms envelope you, a chaste kiss landing on your forehead, melting away the restricting stiffness the icy winds had diseased you with. the tension in your muscles loosen under his summery touch, your mind relaxing knowing you had found safety in his arms once again.

“hi,” was all you could muster out, your sleepiness catching up to you as your heavy eyelids flutter shut, snuggling your head into his chest, taking in the comforting thumping of his heartbeat.

chan’s hand found itself resting atop your head, his other drawing gentle circles on your back, “i warmed up some blankets for us to cuddle up in,” he spoke, “i think you deserve some rest.” he knew this time of year was suffocating for you and without fail, he found ways to bring light and warmth into your gloomy world, whether it was through gentle words or acts of love, he was the healing your ailing mind needed.

his words were soothing to your worn-down soul, a small smile appearing on your face as you peer into his eyes, chin resting on his chest. “that sounds so nice, thank you, chan,” you feebly mutter.

without skipping a beat, chan swiftly lifts you up, carrying you to your bedroom as a hearty giggle escapes him, you squealing at the unexpected action. he softly drops you atop the bed, the sheets rippling under the sudden weight as you lost yourself to a fit a giggles, blood rushing to your face as you succumbed to the bustling butterflies that made themselves home in your stomach. chan lays himself next to you, hastily pulling a toasty blanket over your bodies. his arms pull you into him, your body fitting snuggly into his as his leg rests over yours. he cups your face with one hand as his lovingly gazes into your eyes, his eyes sparkling with adoration as he drank in every detail before peppering your face with kisses.

airy laughs continue to leave both of you, overwhelming you as each kiss tickles your flustered skin, leaving burning warmth and desire behind each kiss as your eyes squeeze shut. after bearing his feverish affection, he then places one last, languid kiss on your lips, lingering for a few moments before pulling away, beaming at your dazed state.

“i love you, y/n.”

“i love you too, chan.”

despite the brutal winter season that sapped the happiness out of you, as long as you had chan by your side, you knew you’d be able to uncover the joyful glee everyone else seemed to have. his very presence shooed away the heavy snow clouds that darkened your thoughts, rays of sunshine peaking out to thaw out the icy shell that encased your heart, reminding you that this too shall pass. somehow, in the midst of harsh snowstorms, he was a blooming flower that emanated infectious jubilation, and you were blessed to be able to bask underneath it.

[sandwhitches]

𝗰𝘄: language, references to sex/hooking up, suggestive jokes, “kys” esque jokes, one reference to vaping, the casual y/n vs. suna twt beef affair

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✱ you already know what they’re hiding (you probably don’t realize it yet, though, hehe)

✱ if you couldn’t tell “evil warlock” is the man himself (sunarin)

✱ why do oikawa and iwa share a spotify duo? isn’t oikawa like…famous? the answer starts with g and ends with ay, make your conjectures

✱ also this is perhaps blatantly obvious but suna’s contacts for his friends is a spice girls reference teehee (i only explain because the 10 year old i babysit didn’t know who the spice girls were OR who one direction was; it made me feel terrible.)

✱ y/n and oikawa capitalized off of the doxxing situation by making merch that said “i survived the soapbox swatting incident”

✱ i’m excited to introduce different formats, too! (idk if that’s the right word) so expect some more news articles, anonymous emails, etc. etc.

𝗮/𝗻: i’m so horrible at keeping a secret do you know how badly i want to tell someone ab what happens?!?!? i look like that one freaky ass picture of spongebob where patrick puts the corks in his little sponge holes

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