I AM IN LOVE (not My Usual To-go But Very Hotly Written 😘)

OOPS, SEEMS LIKE YOU LOST

— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — after eagerly participating in a game, which albedo lost in the end, you‘re here to give him what he deserves.

— ꒰ word count ꒱ — 1.4k

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ns]fw, gn! reader

It all started so lovingly, in midst a summer day, the both of you simply enjoying a game together, drinking some tea and appreciating each others company if it wasn’t for a certain thought playing across your thoughts again.

speaking of that, once you got the rather intriguing idea, —while playing cards with albedo—, you figured: what if you challenge him and if he loses the game against you, he's obliged to do whatever you want him to do, for one whole night. Hmm, you were humming to yourself and weren't certain if he'd really say yes to that little thought of yours.

It's not as if he wasn't open to new things, —you knew that wasn't the case—, but still, would he simply just trust you like that? Short answer: yes, yes he would. It's been hours now since Albedo lost the game (three times), you were so goddamn good at. Not to mention that prior to your little play game you did ask him if he was okay with practically giving himself to you if he loses.

"yes, I trust you wholeheartedly." was his reply in such a nice tone, if only he knew what you wanted to try out tonight, which he certainly will manage to figure out later once you have him spread over the bed, his hands turning into fists and grabbing hard onto the bedsheets underneath the both of you.

You're denying him of yet another orgasm, "you're doing so well, love." saying that with a wink, you cooed against the shell of his ear. Albedo was far gone at this point, finding it hard to breathe as past tears stained his blushed cheeks and complimented his fucked out face so nicely, — he’s imagining how it would feel to cum on your hands right now—, truly, what a sight to behold.

you weren't done with him yet though, because you wanted to make him cum, you really did. There's just this one technique of yours you'd love to try out tonight, a little something you knew would result in him unraveling completely in front of you. "baby." he's whining, twisting and turning as he felt you touch his abused cock again, lazily stroking it for him.

"Hmm." you just hummed your answer, far too into your thoughts on what you were going to do next, "do you want to cum, baby?" you wouldn't dare to ask him that right now, —he thought to himself—, he's been waiting to cum for ages after all! "yes." his chest rising and falling heavily while his heart beat times faster than a normal amount. After feeling you gradually pick up on pace he let out a defeated sigh, beaming his eyes at you and archons were they adorable, too cute to be true almost. "Please." whining and wiping away the corners of his eyes to get rid of the blur, "yes please."

"of course, you know i love you." you tapped his thigh lightly to signal him that it was about time he could surely release now. Simply stroking him harder and pumping his cock with your hand. Albedo, —who was swallowing down a whimper—, arched his back to feel your touch even more and meet your movements halfway, biting back a whine when he felt a new climax building deep inside his gut and threatening to break again. "don't deny me of any pleasure." he's forcing himself to look at you, "please." directly reaching over to hold your wrist with his hand but you swatted it away regardless.

"oh!" you suddenly exclaimed, a dark undertone accompanying it, "you mean like this?" suddenly stopping fisting his cock completely, —hand still holding onto him—. "no no no." he's so sweet and desperate right now, you wanted to relish in that much longer but you really didn't have anymore time until he'd lose his climax completely.

"you lost three times." approaching him so your lips would be against his face now, gaze meeting his pathetic own. Your warm breath brought shivers down his spine when he swallowed hard, couldn‘t recognize the last time you were this dominant with him. You're beginning to pump him again, —faster now—, so he won't be able to lose his orgasm, "Please!" he's chanting that particular word over and over, —still confused on what you were doing— and in hopes you'd see his desperate state.

"three times." your hand gesture coming to an end again, grabbing tight against his abused tip but completely holding still. "fuck." groaning and spatting almost, while his hand finally got a hold of your wrist, the grip around it harsh.

he was trying to pump himself with your hand now but you were more than delighted to rip his hand away another time. "two." you told him when increasing the fisting of his cock again, this time faster than prior. "Ah. fuck. fuck." his back was arching violently now, head thrown back and mouth agape as albedo's arms looped around your body to desperately hold against something, anything would do now, really.

it was way too much, couldn't even feel his lower half anymore. His knees shaking and an almost downright pornographic expression written all across his skin. Fuck, he was so fucked out it was almost silly, you never saw him that way and wondered if he ever wants to try this another time. Lets hope he won‘t actually punish you someday for your little stunt tonight.

"how are you feeling?" you shyly asked, batting your eyelashes at him while your fist grabbed stronger against his tip to keep his orgasm deep inside his gut.

ypu waited a few seconds for him to reply but albedo simply wasn't able to anymore, at this point he was just a panting moaning mess, desperately holding against you to make him cum, unconsciously rutting against your hand that had him in a tight grip again.

he would flutter his eyes open every now and then to look at you through under his wet lashes, biting down onto his quivering lip in the process, "aw." your mouth finding their way next to his face again, "you've been so good." your sentence barely a whisper, "here's your reward.", licking and sucking roughly on his earlobe as a starter while he could obviously feel the big grin displayed on your face, "one."

now, coming to an end, you increased your pace to your limits, squeezing him tighter as you followed his movements, meeting his weak pathetic rutting halfway.

"yes." he's chanting again, "yes, yes." a pathetic smile turned visible across his abused lips, which he had chewed on countless times before. Albedo lolled his head back to the side, hazy expression and resting against your warmth while you were working so hard right now to please him.

"i’m so close." he looked up at you, his eyes half-lidded and fucked out, mouth parted with whiny groans escaping his lips. You started fucking his length stronger and harder, tightening around him and twisting your fist whenever you'd feel his tip brush against your hand.

"a-archons, fuck." he managed to spit out, a combination of skin on skin echoing through the room while his groaning was loud against your ear, albedo's hands desperately clawing on your skin as he could feel the knot deep inside of him break.

your gaze fell to his cock that was twitching violently now, thick sprouts of white coating your whole hand as he threw his head back, eyes scrunched shut with small tears running down his cheeks, finally emptying his balls to their limits. A moment later his body collapsed into the sweat stained sheets, breathing and moaning out the most angelic sounds. He was in his afterglow glory now, skin shining from all the sweat that was decorating his body almost downright pornographically.

albedo was still sensitive though, the second you turned back to lick off his juices from both your hand and his cock, he couldn't help it but jerk against you.

but that didn't really matter anymore, he could rest now and you didn‘t mind. "you did so good baby." you exclaimed breathlessly yourself, lovingly slurping on his seed and making sure to taste and swallow everything he gave you. All he could do now was nod weakly, mind threatening to blank out but he didn‘t care because he finally came all over your hand, just like he imagined it.

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In Silence (Kazuha x Reader) PART ONE

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗼 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗲

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁: 𝗼𝗻𝗲 || 𝘁𝘄𝗼 || 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 || 𝗲𝗽𝗶𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

The boy sits alone

Whenever coming through and from Liyue Harbor, Captain Beidou would always make an effort to stop by your family home. 

The house has been passed down in your family for generations. It’s right on the water with its own little dock. From the little fishing boats to the stables and the barn, everything had been built by hand and improved upon over time. Wings had been added to make accommodation for your ever-growing family. Wood planks are replaced again and again as they grow old and grow rotten. Built-up and built again, through storm and fire. Trial and Error. Sickness and Health.

Otherwise, out where you lived, it was peaceful. The nearest neighbors were always just a speck in the distance- too hear but close enough to know they’re there. In fact, just the sound of the sea, the birds, and the wind keep you company. Hardly anyone came to visit out here. It was a two-day trip by horse to Liyue Harbor. But on the clearest nights, your grandmother swears she could see the lights. 

The next day, Captain Beidou and the Crux would always appear on your docks. 

It’s always midday. Always with just enough time to clean the kitchen after lunch. And as your family lines up outside your home, Captain Beidou would always greet your grandparents first- bowing at them respectfully. Next, she would turn to your parents- offering a more than generous stack of Mora that they’d humbly reject (every time) before she eventually made them cave and accept it (every time). Then she’d smile at you and say, “You looking out for your crew, kid?” 

And then you’d frown and remind her how you’re hardly a kid anymore considering you’re the oldest of nine, but you know your words will never change the image she has of you. After that, she’ll produce something shiny yet durable for your siblings to fight over and enter your home for a home-cooked meal and speak with your parents and grandparents about all she needs to know about her next journey. And while your grandfather would chatter about what his fishing buddies said and your mother would gossip about what she heard from the neighbor’s son, the crew of the Crux would stay outside with you. In between playing around with your siblings, they would ruffle your hair and ask to exchange stories with you. While there was hardly a dull day as one of Captain Beidou’s very own, your eight little brothers and sisters proved to be worthy adversaries to just how crazy the life of a pirate is. 

When they leave, it’s under a pitch-black sky and a big, bright, beautiful moon. Your siblings will always try to stay up long enough to see the Crux sail off, but they never get the chance. In the end, it’ll always be you, your parents, and your grandparents watching them off into the night. You stay on the docks, watching them go longer than your grandfather. He walks off muttering about how he has a chill in his bones. You stay longer than your mother, who needs to deliver a round of goodnight kisses before she heads off to bed. And when she delivers a peck to your forehead, your father decides that it’s now a good time to head inside too- to clean up and to join your mother in the comforts of their own bed. You and your grandmother stay and watch the lights of the brilliant boat disappear into the distance. And when all sound of the boisterous crew is silenced by the distance, you offer up a quick little prayer to the Archons for a safe voyage. Then you turn to your grandmother, grab her hand, lead her inside and send her off to bed. That is how things have always been. 

But in hindsight, you should have known this time would have been different. Because for a moment, last night…

…you swore you could see the Harbor too. 

~

When you woke up this morning, the sun had just barely peaked its head above the waves. The sky was a glorifying blue that faded into almost sea green color as the minutes crept by. You weren’t sure what woke you up. But all you knew was that you couldn’t fall back asleep. The house was dead silent. Not a soul was up- not even your two youngest brothers who insisted on sleeping in your bed last night to fight off the big, scary hilichurls in their bad dreams. So without much thought, you found yourself shrugging your blanket off and creeping out of your room to venture further into your house.

You don’t know what possessed you to immediately look out the windows facing the water. But you’re glad you did. Because despite the heavy morning fog that blanketed the sea during the early hours of the day, you were able to see it. The Crux. Sailing right towards your home. 

And never have you ever seen them arrive this early.

Without hesitation, you got to work. It’s a whole ordeal waking your family and preparing them for today. Your mother sends the second eldest, your younger sister sprinting up a nearby hill to fetch your father. He stayed the night at a neighbor’s house, helping them with their latest carpentry projects while you all slept. Meanwhile, your mother employs you to help her bathe and dress your siblings before sending you off to tend to your daily duties in a hurry. At the same time, your grandparents take over in the kitchen, giggling to themselves about how they haven’t had to run around like this since they were newlyweds. 

In between bites of breakfast, your siblings help you check up, feed, and count all the animals. It’s a little hard when all the little ones want to do is pull on the dog tail’s and the older ones are more content with the idea of watching the ducks swim around in lazy circles rather than taking care of them. But one quick threat about a time-out the entire time the Crux is here just so happens to be more than enough to get the remaining seven of them into shape. By the time your chores are over, your father and sister had returned with enough time to wash up and grab a little something to eat, only two of your siblings had to change their shirts and clean their faces again, and all the animals are accounted for. Although, you did count one more cat than you had yesterday. But that’s a problem for later. 

Because you could see the serious look on Captain Beidou’s face even before the anchor had lowered. 

~

There was a boy standing next to Captain Beidou. 

She bowed at your grandparents like always. Her brown hair flowing lightly behind her as the sun caught against the gold accents on her clothes as she paid her respect to them. Then, she turned to your parents with the bag of Mora. It had never been this full before. This time, your parents took it with a silent nod. There was no back and forth. There was something that needed to be done. She turned her attention to you and ruffled your hair. She didn’t call you kid this time, but that was okay. 

Because there was a boy standing with Captain Beidou. And you had a feeling his appearance meant that she needed you to be an adult now. And that was okay. 

Your siblings take that as an opportunity to rush her and the strange boy. The little ones, unused to strangers, flock to Captain Beidou and peek at the newcomer between her legs. As for your older ones, they hesitantly approach the boy, not-so-subtly gawking at his appearance. They reach out, almost as if they were going to touch him- to see if he was real- when your grandfather shakes his head with a stern expression on his face. There was something that needed to be done. 

With that look, Captain Beidou follows your parents and your grandparents inside the house. Your siblings now distract themselves with the usual members of The Crux (who seem a little more purposely energetic than they should this early in the morning) and you’re left watching the backs of the five people you respect the most disappear into the house. Before the door closes, Captain Beidou purposely stops and looks at you. 

When you catch her gaze, she stares long and hard before flicking her to the boy who stands beside you in complete silence. The kid she used to see in you is gone. She needs the oldest of nine now, and you’re more than willing to do anything for her- especially if it involves your family. Finally, she turns around and steps through the doorway, letting the door slam shut behind her. Your siblings aren’t fazed by the loud bang caused by the heavy wooden door. Neither are the members of the Crux and the boy beside you. And to be honest, you aren’t either. 

But the shouting is what catches you off guard. Because the walls to your old, old home are very thick. But there are cracks here and there. And those cracks allow for the words to escape. Words like “Fugitive” creep underfoot while the word “Samurai” escapes through the window. The word “Vision” travels to the chimney just to meet your ears. And the name “Baal” makes its grand entrance by the usage of all the little chips in the walls- the very same ones that let in the cold at night. But the grandest word of them all does not bother to hide themselves. Instead, it just allows itself to be bellowed in a great, big mighty roar. And that’s what scares you. 

Because never have you ever expected the word “Inazuma” to exit your front door as you watch on in silence. 

Hiii!! Hope you’re doing good!! Could I request a poly werewolf 141 x reader who just has bad abandonment issues? Take care of yourself, I love you!!

Warnings: yandere behavior, talks about abandonment, and werewolves.

A/N: Hi!! Yes of course. We love werewolves!! Enjoy and love you too, beloved <3!!

Gif by @/bastardcompany // NOT MINE

It breaks their heart, especially on Gaz's part, that you have this fear. Something, or someone, must've caused it. And it only angers and annoys them. However, they can't help but love this side of you.

It's easier for them to manipulate you, making you stay home, away from outsiders, and stay closer to them. And, with them being already possessive, and the werewolf blood swirling in them, it makes them proud and almost excited that you have a need about being around theme.

All of them, especially on Soap's part, constantly remind you that you're theirs, and they are yours; vice versa. Most of them understand your fears, all of them going through the fear itself one way or another. And quite the contrast, they don't blame you.

Naturally, with having bad abandonment issues, comes with insecurity, ultra clingiest, and paranoia. Most of the time, Price and Gaz are always around you, glued to your side and ensuring that they won't leave you — and never leave you for ‘someone else’

Every day, all of them are constantly wanting to be near you, touching you, holding you, talking to you, smelling you, any way any of them could have you.

In rare scenarios, where they do have to leave (work or having to go somewhere in public where they don't you at), they assure you over and over that they will just be an hour, and come straight back. Making sure to pick something sweet up (a gift) to prove to you that you mean everything.

All of them do meaningful things, especially during the nights where they're the most energetic — Soap bringing you a dead dove, mouth stained in blood and a sign of I love you in his eyes.

Simon and Price both working together on bringing a bunch of roses, flowers, or even a pine-cone from the forest; nudging it closer to your form as you gently reward them.

Gaz naturally gifts you his things — ensuring that you can, and you will wear his shirts, boxers, or even hats if he asks. And if you don't? Well, you wouldn't want to make your mates sad, no?

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Imagine types

[NSFW] Meaning Naughty

[Fluff] Simply sweet wholesome vibes

[Fluff?] Kinda questionable but still cute

Imagines [FULL!🥵]

Tongue/Tentacle

You mean Everything [Fluff]

Tongue Summon [NSFW]

Failed Spell [NSFW]

Tentacle Girlfriend [NSFW]

Tentacle Husband [NSFW]

Tentacle Husband 1 [NSFW]

Good Samaritan [NSFW]

Otherworldly Rock [NSFW]

Carrier [NSFW]

Kid Kraken [NSFW]

The Tentacle Song [Fluff?]

Let Me Love You [NSFW]

Good Morning Stretch [NSFW]

Did You Cook? [NSFW]

Ghost

Ghost House [NSFW]

Ghost Top [NSFW]

Paranormal Orgy [NSFW]

Tentacle Ghost GF [NSFW]

To Catch a Ghost [NSFW]

One on One [NSFW]

No Chores Please [NSFW]

Werewolf

Sub Wolf [NSFW]

Furry Booty Slap [Fluff?]

Tired Hubby [Fluff?]

Magic Pregnancies [Fluff?]

Muzzled Partner [NSFW]

Desperate Human [NSFW]

Prized Human [NSFW]

You Don't Smell Like Me! [NSFW]

Dedicated Husband [NSFW]

Hide and Seek [NSFW]

Chill Wolf [Fluff]

Cuddly Sexy Boy [Fluff?]

Slime

Symbiote Slime Tentacle [NSFW]

Egg Beast [NSFW]

Breeding Frenzy [NSFW]

Radioactive Seed [NSFW]

Slime Birth Boyfriend [NSFW]

Slime Performer [NSFW]

Seductive Slime [NSFW]

Moth

Dom Moth [NSFW]

First Child [NSFW]

Moth Praise [Fluff?]

Abduction [NSFW]

Bearer [NSFW]

Vampire

First Date [NSFW]

Cooking [NSFW]

Helping The Count [NSFW]

Booba [Fluff?]

Drained but Loved [Fluff?]

Ogre

Breakfast [NSFW]

Mermen/Naga/Snake

The Heat [NSFW]

Dom Serpent Merman [NSFW]

Lucky Catch [NSFW]

Naga Lovin' [NSFW]

Merfolk Lust [NSFW]

WTF is wrong with you? [NSFW]

Mermeat [NSFW]

Singer [NSFW]

Sacrificial Offering [NSFW]

Seduced and Used [NSFW]

Alien

Alien Boyfriend [NSFW]

Overstimulation [NSFW]

Twisted Disneyland Guide [NSFW]

Loving you FOR you [Fluff]

Alien Husband [NSFW]

Alien Mother [NSFW]

Alien Girlfriend [NSFW]

Secret Admirer [NSFW]

Alien Girlfriend 1 [NSFW]

Alien Wife Shenanigans [NSFW]

Carpenter For Hire [Fluff?]

Werebear

Forest Meeting [NSFW]

Succubi/Angel/Demon

First Lick [NSFW]

Warfare [NSFW]

Slave to Lover [NSFW]

Unholy Coupling [NSFW]

Water

Bubbly Love [NSFW]

Harpy

Human Kidnapping [NSFW]

No love Today [Fluff?]

Body Worship [Fluff]

Stretched and Bred [NSFW]

Dragon

How to Train your Dragon [NSFW]

How to Tame your Human [NSFW]

To be a Queen for a Dragon [NSFW]

Plant

I REALLY like you! [NSFW]

A lick from Me to You [Fluff]

What it's like to be a Botanist [NSFW]

Demanding Plant [NSFW]

Orc

Hairy Hugs[Fluff]

Minotaur

Face Seat [Fluff?]

Taking it Easy [Fluff]

Gryphon

Just Wingin' It [NSFW]

Uncategorized

Keepin' it Warm [NSFW]

Therapy Monsters [Fluff]

Tender Nabbing [Fluff]

Party Hard [Fluff?]

No,You Can't come! [Fluff?]

Trying to Summon a Boyfriend [NSFW]

Kobold Pet [NSFW]

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💌 Valentines Day - genshin characters as latin love phrases

《 albedo 》 [NSFW] Twin Telepathy - fucking albedo in front of subject two [NSFW] ✉ Feel The Vibes - teasing albedo with a vibrator Hurt/C ✉ There For You - zhongli, albedo, childe comforting injured reader [NSFW] ✉ Teach Me - study session with college tutor albedo 🌸 ✉ Cold Calm - cuddling with albedo [NSFW] ✉ Experimentation - corrupting albedo

《 xiao 》 [NSFW] The Corruption - turning xiao into your pillow biting whore [NSFW] ✉ All At Once - fucking xiao in front of the yakshas 🌸 ✉ Just A Scratch - g/f with a high pain tolerance (xiao, kaeya, zhongli, baizhu, dainsleif) [NSFW] ✉ Behind The Scenes - fucking 4nemo (separately) 🌸 ✉ Of Course - proposing to xiao [NSFW] ✉ Not What It Seems - sub!tops xiao, childe, scaramouche [NSFW] ✉ Like Tofu - sucking xiao's tits [NSFW] ✉ Just For You - sub!diluc + sub!xiao [NSFW] ✉ Like A Dream - fucking xiao until he passes out

《 itto 》 [NSFW] ✉ Disciplined - punishment with yae and itto [NSFW] ✉ Underlying Intentions - public sex with itto

《 diluc 》 [NSFW] ✉ Delicious - sucking diluc, eula, and ei's tits ✉ ARE YOU OKAY?? - worrying about a high emotional pain tolerance (diluc, gorou, zhongli) [NSFW] ✉ Just For You - sub!diluc + sub!xiao

《 gorou 》 [NSFW] ✉ Good Puppy - fucking gorou because he deserves it ✉ ARE YOU OKAY?? - worrying about a high emotional pain tolderance (diluc, gorou, zhongli)

《 kazuha 》 [NSFW] ✉ Behind The Scenes - fucking 4nemo (separately) [NSFW] ✉ Beg For It - venti, kazuha, scaramoouche begging [NSFW] ✉ Limelight - doing a camshow with kazuha 🌸 ✉ A Home - older sibling!reader + kazuha [NSFW] ✉ Crux of The Matter - fucking kazuha on the crux

《 kaeya 》 🌸 ✉ Just A Scratch - g/f with a high pain tolerance (xiao, kaeya, zhongli, baizhu, dainsleif) [NSFW] ✉ Pretty Boy - trans!kaeya sitting on your face [NSFW] ✉ In Vino Veritas - fucking drunk kaeya 🌸 ✉ Feels Like Home - fluffy crack hcs with beidou, childe, kaeya, hu tao (modern au) 🌸 ✉ Party Worth Crashing - saving you from a party with kaeya, lisa, hu tao, thoma, venti, ayato

《 childe 》 [NSFW] ✉ Not What It Seems - sub!tops xiao, childe, scaramouche Hurt/C ✉ There For You - zhongli, albedo, childe comforting injured reader [NSFW] ✉ Brataglia - brat taming childe 🌸 ✉ Feels Like Home - fluffy crack hcs with beidou, childe, kaeya, hu tao (modern au) [NSFW] ✉ Brataglia II - punishing childe

《 thoma 》 🌸 ✉ Party Worth Crashing - saving you from a party with kaeya, lisa, hu tao, thoma, venti, ayato [NSFW] ✉ Lesson Learned - fucking an inexperienced thoma

《 zhongli 》 [NSFW] The Temptation - zhongli thirsting for his younger brother's s/o 🌸 ✉ Just A Scratch - g/f with a high pain tolerance (xiao, kaeya, zhongli, baizhu, dainsleif) ✉ ARE YOU OKAY?? - worrying about a high emotional pain tolerance (diluc, gorou, zhongli) [NSFW] ✉ Repercussions - making young!morax your fucktoy Hurt/C ✉ There For You - zhongli, albedo, childe comforting injured reader [NSFW] [Thirst] Personal Cow - cow zhongli brainrot [NSFW] Pretty Boy II - eating out afab!zhongli

《 aether 》 [NSFW] ✉ Behind The Scenes - fucking 4nemo (separately) [NSFW] ✉ Heavenly - belly bulging aether

《 scaramouche 》 [NSFW] Cry for Me - scaramouche cries LMFAO 🌸 ✉ After Hours - cuddling scaramouche [NSFW] ✉ Beg For It - venti, kazuha, scaramouche begging [NSFW] ✉ Not What It Seems - sub!tops xiao, childe, scaramouche

《 dainsleif 》 🌸 ✉ Just A Scratch - g/f with a high pain tolerance (xiao, kaeya, zhongli, baizhu, dainsleif)

《 baizhu 》 🌸 ✉ Just A Scratch - g/f with a high pain tolerance (xiao, kaeya, zhongli, baizhu, dainsleif)

《 venti 》 [NSFW] ✉ Behind The Scenes - fucking 4nemo (separately) [NSFW] ✉ Beg For It - venti, kazuha, scaramouche begging 🌸 ✉ Party Worth Crashing - saving you from a party with kaeya, lisa, hu tao, thoma, venti, ayato

《 ayato 》 [NSFW] ✉ Uncomposed - sub!ayato headcanons [NSFW] ✉ White As Snow - breeding ayato [NSFW] ✉ Deserved - ayato + fuck machine 🌸 ✉ Party Worth Crashing - saving you from a party with kaeya, lisa, hu tao, thoma, venti, ayato [NSFW] ✉ Cold As Ice - mean dom ayato

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@meo-eiru's Micah

"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned."

Silence regathers for a quick moment as Micah haphazardly waits for her to finish and fill him in with the time elapsed since her last confession, until he at last recognizes the disembodied voice. His chin changes place with the cheek on his palm as he casts a sideways glance to the latticed window, sparing the effort to withdraw his elbow from its seat on the sill. Through the gaps of the screen and his feathery, pale eyelashes, he manages to make out the curve of a head tilted over prayer hands, their fingertips grazing the hairline.

"Let the Lord know what weighs on your conscience, child."

He hears her shuffle from one knee to the next as she kneels, and a note to remind the custodian to replace the fraying carpet flickers in his mind. He extends and relaxes the muscles of his calves and in his ankles, just enough to stop his legs from falling asleep within the cramped space of the confessional booth. Although his pristine church was far from detoriating, having subsisted off ample donations over the years, stick him in the booth long enough and he sometimes has half the mind of tearing out the structure from the floorboards himself like a tooth from its maw.

"I caught myself asleep while caring for the courtyard today— I immediately snapped myself out of it and was able to finish with my chores, but I fear this incident arrived too close after the nuns' last reprimand of me. They have took a notice of my idleness as well."

The choice of 'nuns' instead of 'sisters' is the only thing that stands out to him from the rather bland admission. He suspects that that lack of familiarity she addresses them with would be the final extent to which she would express, likely subconsciously anyway, any discontent she harbored with the nuns' maltreatment of her.

When he opened that particular letter bidding him to permit their daughter to take her vows, he too felt a bit of mild surprise, but that dissipated as quickly it had came. Detachment over worldly affairs and petty gossip alike aside, he did not anticipate the extent to which curiousity over her pedigree would cement into controversy for the rest of the convent.

But then again, perhaps that was lack of foresight on his part, since controversy was what her family was mired in. It was not the first or the last instance that their prominent surname was uttered about in hushed tones, but the one that did them in was when a certain head priest and nun left in dishonor from the very churchdoors that separated his convent from the rest of the world. Although the guilty party in question was from a generation that seized to have survivors quite a while ago, as it would turn out she would remain as their legacy in the eyes of the less charitable. While her family became a generous benefactor for his church over the years and was now at least formally under its good grace, it still stood amongst the community the impression that charity was the only virtue that they partook in, wontingly circumventing every other.

"Have you any trouble sleeping at night?" he treads, subtly leading her to break the anonymity the booth is supposed to afford. Although he had intervened to replace the meagre room and board that the sisters had provided her, he would not be the least bit surprised if they were still somehow behind her restless nights. Once he had seen her atop a wobbling ladder as she shakily dusted the cornices of the sanctuary, and believed it was a foolhardy attempt she had herself contrived to gain the approval of the convent. However, when he got her to step down to safety she informed him that it was basically the sisters' idea to risk stumbling onto her neck with no one to watch her in case of such an accident. Not only that, but it turned to be only an instance in a laundry list of Herculean labors that they shelved for the girl. He understood that the nuns would naturally require novices to prove themselves, but this mild hazing had long run its course, if it even could still be called that. From all accounts, she was a rather plain girl, and her arrival at the convent did not dissuade that impression he had of her at all. The nuns on the other hand seemed to insist that she was a 'spoiled princess who needed to be taught a lesson or two', a conclusion they arrived at long before she did.

"Not at all," she responds, "I find the nights here to be quite peaceful and quiet. I guess it is on account of indulging in both that I've started sleeping later."

A plain answer from a rather plain girl.

"There is one other thing I suppose."

Micah makes a non-commital hum. Truthfully he usually acts much more engagingly with his parishioners and convent no matter how mind-numbingly insipid the interactions are, masterfully cajoling them to air out their grievances and guilts under his confidence, as his duty dictates. That and her being the member of family of particularly influential parishioners should really press him into wearing his best face, even with the latticed barrier between the both of them. There is something about her, though, that makes him comfortable with withdrawing such airs. If she has nothing critical to say of the nuns, he rationalizes, then his current conduct would likely not cause him to withdraw from her favor either.

"I fear that I may also be too attached to worldly possessions. I find myself often missing a personal effect I had to give up when I arrived at the convent."

He wonders if it is the silver spoon the nuns were so keen in finding on your person.

"Ah," he half-remembers. "The toy stereoscope with the moths?"

"Oh- yes," she affirms, and he hears her hands slide up and down along the skirt of her habit before meeting each other again. His cassock begins to feel itchy. "I had had it since I was a kid. I liked to- to flip between the images. Of the moths." He hears the gears shifting in her brain as she figures, yes, of course, the personal effects would eventually makes its way into the hands of the head priest, who had a vested interest in all who come to his convent to take their vows. He straightens his spine as his arms fall to his side, and resists the urge to crack his knuckles. His mind blanks on what to follow up with, and hers apparently as well, and this quiet disturbs him more than it should as his predictable inclination for the upperhand in any conversation and its flow rears its head again; perhaps it is more surprising that it had laid dormant for any amount of time. The awkward silence that follows causes him regret the breach of impersonal formalities that he was responsible for encouraging in the first place.

"The garden is especially beautiful at nighttime this time of year," she ushers out the hush that had fallen.

He hums again.

"It's lovely all day long, but the moths wake up in the evening and after which you can really see them out and about. They're especially attracted by the flowers— the groundskeeper mentioned that you're particularly careful with caring and choosing for which get planted."

"Do you have a favorite?" he abruptly asks. The waning daylight finds its way through the perforations in the door of the confessional booth, and he watches dust dance with each other before putting his palm in front of his eyes, resting his index finger across his browbone. Despite his interest in florticulture, seasonal allergies the one ailment he was invincible against since birth, that question is one he seldom broached with others. When he was much younger, he entertained the idea that you could tell a lot about a person's psychology by their preference in flowers, only to discover that oftentimes this choice was guided by the same mindlessness that usually governed the rest of their passive life. Still, he patiently waits as she pauses in contemplation.

"A feathered thorn, maybe."

His brow momentarily knits in confusion under his hand.

Oh.

She is referring to a moth.

"Thank you," he says, though he is not what for, perhaps belatedly acknowledging the compliment she gave to his garden.

"Of course, Father."

Another pause.

"Your penance is two Hail Marys, one Our Father."

"Thank you, Father."

Micah peers down on the overturned earth where a datura had once made itself home. Cold apathy wraps itself around his heart, as he remembers the detachment his father offhandedly addressed with what had once been his mother's garden. Micah's garden. The so-called queerness of flowers and foliage that were too busy resting when it came to greet daytime visitors, but awake just in time to welcome unwanted ones. Micah having to shed unnecessary externalities while he prepared to enter seminary, was reaching that age where he would become a man. He recalls his own response of selective muteness, knowing distinctly the position of a boy of twelve and his personal thoughts within the household.

He shuts his eyes, and a hand tightens around a rosary, a thumb running along a ceramic bead.

His voidlike pupils emerge from that violent blink, and he walks back into the house with placid movements, soundlessly closing the door behind him. He tears off his scarf as if it was moth-eaten.

His mother's face when she caught him pressing his chafed fingers on the delicate petals of a morning glory, careful to not tear away at them.

Micah's hair might appear endlessly soft to the touch, but it is anything but. The strands are so thick, that if one was not deliberate enough when handling them a few would inevitably pierce the skin. One of the earliest responsibilities he bestowed on himself was learning to do his own hair, sparing his mother's hands from the splinter-like cuts that would occur whilst braiding or trimming it. He could still perceive the smack of her palm against the back of his head when he ran his inflamed fingers along the stained glass windows of the church for relief. When she had startled him by calling his name as he caressed the morning glory, he instinctively expected a similar reprimand, even an echo of his father's lectures on becoming a man. As he looked up at her face with his knees digging into the ground, the only thing beating down on him was his mother's smile.

When he was smaller it was not abundantly clear to him the connection between her concern for his sickly health and her devotion to the church. Much to his father's chagrin, his mother spared his early childhood from both hard work and hard play on account of his frail constitution. Even leisurely explorations of the outside world in daylight remained scant, his pale skin and white eyelashes rebelling against the sun which punished his insolence with rashes from its heat and migraines from its brightness. The attendance of mass, however, as well as the receiving of blessings from any priest that she could seize the attention of, was an exception, and a non-negotiable one at that. Prayer, was his constant companion that formed the monotony of his life which replaced both childhood friends and the daily sunrises, save for Sunday mornings when his mother would wake him up early to attend church and catch a glimpse of bored neighborhood kids who he could not exchange a word with as they rubbed the sleep out of their eyes listening to the priests speak. So when she woke him up again at around the same time the following day, the sun still hibernating as late winter only had just began to converge with early spring, he confronted the task of cleaning the courtyard of weeds and dead leaves without question and with a vigor out of place in the frigid landscape.

Lamb's ears. Vervain. Moonflowers. Four o' clocks. Artemesia. Angel's trumpet.

Their names would have to press into his memory for quite a while before their faces could. If they pressed on a bit harder, he supposes, he would have figured out his mother's design a bit earlier. Nonetheless, underneath the watch of his widebrimmed hat, his early mornings and then his evenings too were preoccupied with watering and pruning and fertilizing, constant monitoring in general, so much so that short term changes animated him more than long term prospects would. The stems for arms and leaves for fingers that extended themselves to the sky, the vines that groped their way up trelisses and across walls. The buds which had tentatively peeked out like the head of a turtle from its shell after a long winter. These were all rewards in themselves.

It felt in some way that not only his mother, but the world, was imparting a mystery on him and that he was also a part of.

The lamb's ears would be the first to bloom, in the late spring.

Well not quite.

Micah was disappointed when his mother had informed him that despite the inexorable spread of its creeping stems as they took root in the claylike soil, it would only start to flower in its second year. She had comforted him though by reminding him of its name and that its silvery leaves are the primary reason for its residence in the gardens in which it presides, as was the case with the Artemesia that would actually blossom that mid-summer.

Further respite was that the angel's trumpets that his mother had been caring for for the past nearly five years would finally bloom in the coming months during that very same time. Micah had not even been aware that the nightshade was capable of producing flowers, and once or twice had silently questioned of such an inconspicuous plant in the garden, the sole one at that time, which also needed to be brought home inside every winter. Once he had asked his mother if she liked it because it was mentioned somewhere in the bible, and she only laughed at him although he had broached the topic in complete seriousness.

The vervain and moonflowers ended up being the first to bloom, and in tandem. He had been awoken from a nap at a call for dinner when he had decided to check the garden first, and discovered that the buds of each plant had simultaneously burst open. His heart had swelled at the sight of the bubbles of tiny purple trumpets and the giant rounded white stars swaying in the evening breeze. When his mother had come out to see what was taking him so long to set the table, she practically had to pry him away, making him rub his hands on her apron on account of the latter's poison.

When he did make it to the dinnertable after thoroughly washing his hands, he could barely contain his excitement at the new developments. Although children were raised to be seen and not heard in his household, with little restraint he waxed about the garden and repeatedly asked his mother when he could expect the rest of the blossoms. It was a conversation between mother and son mostly, as his father remained characteristically quiet after he had said grace. It seemed for the most part that he silently approved of the manual labor his son was undertaking, having spent most of his boyhood without physical exertion.

His excitement dulcified into satisfaction for the time being so he had slept well and without break that night, but when he returned that following morning to the garden, he was startled to see that while the vervain still undulated in the wind like bubbles of sea foam, the moonflower had closed up shop as quickly as she had arrived. When he scuttered back home to find his mother and tell her that something had happened to the moonflowers, a look of confusion laid on her face before blithe composure returned at his description. She briefly chastised him on his lack of discernment, because if he could not at least recall that she had already mentioned it to him, he could surmise from the name that the plant prefered moonlight over the sun. He flushes at his previous panic, as he belatedly remembers her alluding that the flower only bloomed at night; him, being mistaken that the blossoms burst forth from the buds during a particular evening, then continuously blooming for the next few months.

In June the clock would finally strike four. Their architecture was that of the poisonous moonflowers though on a smaller scale, but much more colorful, as if someone took a paintbrush to make streaks of magenta across their white and yellow basecoats. It also would bloom later in the day, though a bit earlier than dusk, and his mother joked if he needed an exact reminder of when. The humidity of the season's evening pronounced its otherwise delicate smell, until it had become synonymous with summer nights for him.

The advent of the artemesia and the angel's trumpet in mid-August would complete this party of parioshioners that would attend Micah's midnight mass. Tiny, yellow clusters abutting the lobed, white fuzzed leaves reminded him of wreaths of winterberries, the sweet, fruity quality of the flowers marrying with the camphorous, sagelike aroma of the foliage. His mother's long-awaited nightshade on the other hand was beyond comparison, hanging downwards like a sunset-colored bell that would only ring at dusk, or a trumpet directed at a headstone to awake the dead. It seemed either that the third time was a charm, or he required the whole before he could understand the unity of its parts, but was his mother's moon garden, at any point, truly incomplete? On moonless nights when the silvery foliage would glow a little dimmer? Before a moth with tea-stained wings, the same color as blood dried on strands of white hair, would stir from its slumber to visit one September evening, and have its final rest on the arbor of a clock? At every midnight mass that did happen to take place, because the lamb's ear would be cut down prematurely, without any blooms?

Unfinished, maybe, but not incomplete.

just posted a kazuha fan fic for his birthday today <3

— ☆ “INTERLOCK YOUR LIPS WITH MINE.”

#. — synopsis. imitating that of a lamb with his love-sick actions should’ve gotten anyone sick to catch the slightest glimpse of his foolish grin, yet he’s way too blind to plainly realize that when his nimble fingers are so tenderly intertwined with yours, isn’t he?

#. — content warning! woah, barely any and none at all. first kiss, lots of kissing, tongue n shit, away from prying eyes, frottage, dry humping, obsessive — male kylar, ‘angelic’ male reader and well, fuck. some pining and yearning as per usual, mostly on kylar’s part.

#. — word count? 3.5k.

#. — asher, please. shut the fuck up. : “shitty tribute to the loser who made me discover this sick ass game. your reward? a tongue deep down your throat, you little whore.”

Evidently speaking, the last of things Kylar should be gleefully content about is the undeniable fact that here you are, sat atop this cushioned mattress due to your sheer brashness, impulsivity that had landed you both straight into the nurse’s office. Or perhaps, you had initially intended for precisely this to happen, so that he may naturally tag along with you.

Confidently raising your hand amidst an important lesson in class, falsely claiming that the quivering freak here, miserably suffered of a stomach ache as if he truly had one, huh— carefully roping the poor boy in another one of your clever, little schemes. Immediately tugging onto one of his used sleeves with an innocent expression of your own, how you so seamlessly fool the teachers is beyond him, really.

Though, he does get the slightest idea that it’s either from your shockingly pristine reputation that others are inclined to openly favour you or, the angelic gaze you prettily bless anyone with when gazing in their direction. Easy to delve further into sinful temptation, including your boyish charms if a mere flutter of your eyelashes and quirk of your rosy lips renders someone so stupidly dumb like— well, him. And others, too. Forgot that unnecessary part.

A liar is how he intricately knew you best, after all. Not necessarily a widely spread title you should’ve worn proudly, but hey, who’s he to possibly complain when it meant he could finally, spend some much-needed, well-deserved quality time with his one and only, beloved? Even if through somewhat unethical means entailing that of muttering out plain falsehoods which coincidentally had long since then, slipped past his forgetful mind. No, who’s he to blame himself when you did it firstly, and he simply followed suit to your patient guidance? Imitating that of a lamb with his love-sick actions should’ve gotten anyone sick to catch the slightest glimpse of his foolish grin, yet he’s way too blind to plainly realize that when his nimble fingers are so tenderly intertwined with yours, isn’t he?

Easily distracted by your soothing presence dizzyingly close against his, discreetly hidden amongst the draped curtains that surrounded your sprawled frames within the otherwise desolate room. Save for you two and the absent nurse who’s somehow conveniently away on some unintended business in some other class closely residing nearby. And, ah— truly, you smell so fuckin’ good.. Would it be so bad if he were to subtly close the remaining distance between you both, steadily draw closer to sneakily steal a whiff of your pleasurably sweet scent?? Yeah, no. Damn it, Kylar— Get ahold of yourself. Surely, that’s borderline immoral if not downright creepy to satisfyingly indulge in your depraved instincts simmering beneath this carefully fabricated mask of timidness he’s built over himself. But.. It’s not like you’d actually notice, right?

Ah, who’s he kidding. Was this not your original plan to begin with? Sparing you and him, a moment of solitude to yourselves, the eerie, yet somewhat tranquil silence that had easily settled onto you two, majorly concealed by the rhythmic thudding of his pounding heart deep within his chest. The things you do to him, truly.. Which hopefully, you hadn’t caught ear of that humiliating display of his pure want for you, if not already, obviously shown by the blazing flush adorning the entirety of his face and, not to forget that one minute detail— aching cock securely tucked away beneath his ripped jeans, dying to be coated by the welcoming, warm heat of your tight hole. Hah, even your soft palm would do, at this point, really— he means it.

And if not for the noticeably sweet hitch in his breath when promptly interrupted by a single question you dote upon him, fluttering lashes and glimmering eyes so innocently peering up from below him as though you’re stupidly unaware of the intended effects you possess over the depraved freak. A mere command wistfully whispered out from your lips would be all he needs to readily obey in turn, but he manages to with some measly restraint lazily placed upon himself, in favour of listening to your ushered curiosity.

“Say, have you ever kissed anyone before, Ky?” Simplest of questions, really— that would require an affirmative response of either yes or no, yet he finds himself unable to properly answer when faced with that subtle tilt of your head. ‘Course you’d be crudely conscious of whether or not he had done so, wouldn’t you? Unless you’re dumbly feigning ignorance to the undeniable prospect that he is seen as nothing more than undesirable by most and rightfully so, actually.

Anyone who truly attends the local school of Oxford would’ve grown painfully aware of the humiliating fact that this loser, right here, could’ve been nothing more than a miserable virgin because who the hell in their right mind — would possibly want to lay their untouched hands, much less their precious lips upon his own? Not necessarily a factual rumour that realistically bothers him since it simply means he gets to solely concentrate his energy on you; His loveable darling, right?

Quick to frantically shake his head in retaliation to the uttered query, more or less due to the increasingly pleasurable realization as to why you’ve originally dragged him along here in the first place. You.. ah, you intend to grace him with a blessing of your own, surely so? Grant him the chance of a lifetime and graciously allow him to breathlessly press his chapped lips against your own unblemished ones. How he has desperately longed— no, yearned to do so for ages and here you are, selflessly offering yourself up to him like the sweet fruit of sin a feathered breath’s away from gratefully being savoured by his drooling maw. Yeah, he’s definitely not hurriedly jumping off to conclusions from the sole, albeit indiscernable hint that you idly inquired him with a hyper specific question tumbling forth from your lips, right? This is definitely not just some make-belief fantasy his fogged up, deluded mind dreamily decided to suddenly make up, right??

“N-No, I’ve.. never k-kissed anyone— before.” He replies, breathless and shaky. Voice quiet, small, sounding barely audible to the ears. Embarrassingly enough, stuttering off in his stifled speech, strung up in a series of incoherent nonsense he wishes to truly express. Scalding warmth creeping up the sides of his skin, spreading out like a wildfire out of control — to the point where he can feel the scarlet flush of red extensively growing all over. Mainly a question of his own as to why it’s him of all people you’re lovingly in contact with right now, tenderly clasping your hands together in an affectionate hold.

Ah, right— is this seriously happening? Not only is he preciously embracing you within his fragile grasp, but you’re also willingly choosing to peer so intimately close to him like this? Considering your well-beloved status, held in high regards by the entirety of the school, openly revered by the same students who don’t dare to glance twice in his direction nor accept him for his nervous oddity— it’s an.. interesting choice on your part. Not that he’s complaining, not at all!

However, he’d like to know if you had, before him. Anyone else who could’ve stolen such a gesture meant to be happily cherished, preserved for the right person who’d somehow come along. A person which he hopes is himself when it comes to you, curious eyes meeting your own underneath the mess of a fringe he doesn’t bother to brush out early in the morning. Tentative bite of his swollen lip, soon becoming bloody in the anxious act of chewing upon the sensitive flesh.

“Um… Have— Have you ever kissed anyone before?” Redirecting the spotlight onto you, maybe to soothe the growing anxieties burrowing deep within his pumping heart, anticipation dizzyingly occupying him in a held breath when awaiting for your eventual response in return. Honestly, if you had.. He wouldn’t entirely know what he’d do then.

“Me? Hm, no. I haven’t either. I’m saving it for a special someone.” Special someone. Yeah, that’s all his sluggish brain hazily registered from that answer, solely fixated on who— wait, could it be him? Are your coy, little hints subtly being dropped here and there, discreet glances sent his way when accompanied by the aversion of your eyes in a slight display of shared nervousness, meant for a loser like him of all people? That serene smile you habitually wear though is making the whole ‘figuring out’ part a bit difficult for him. And, as properly known by most, specially when he repeatedly echoes out to the school that you two are ‘boyfriends’, unaware of your fragile status at hand — he’s not exactly the best at picking up on subtle social cues being decisively shot towards him, either.

“O-Oh, so you’re.. You and I are the same.” Probably shouldn’t be gleefully filling him with such giddiness to know no crooked bastard didn’t steal your precious first kiss, solely meant for him, but it still does. Familiar, manic grin cracking upon his face, eagerly tugging at his lips the same way his shaky hands come to invasively paw along the hem of your school shirt. Lightly tussled with the tailored collar scandalously coming undone, just for him, right? And, he’s soooo lucky to be the only one to gaze upon you in such a disheveled state, least, he hopes so.

“That’s right, we’re the same. Isn’t that funny? Me, being the same as you — of all people too, but y’know.. that doesn’t really bother me actually.” If that was intended as an insult cruelly shot towards him then, the entirety of the punch-line or hinted implications thinly veiled at hand, had gone over his blurring head. No, no— all he’s acutely aware of is that here, the both of you are, in an otherwise isolated room without the annoyingly probable possibility that someone might mindlessly walk upon your perched frames, catch you in the.. uh, yeah, the act. Act of kissing.. each other?

Or, is that impulsively moving a tad bit too far? As much as a clumsy ditz he can be, at the worst of times too, this must mean something, no? Like the mere gesture of hastily hauling him along to the nurse’s office, a shitty excuse you promptly made up on the spot, to grant you two some privacy isn’t just originally meant to be spent for idle chatter, surely so? Simply fiddling his thumbs together won’t aid him in finding out either, so he might as well.. ask.

Swallowing down thickly the anxious lump annoyingly residing deep within his throat, skittish eyes evasively avoiding your sharp gaze boring into his own to at least, somewhat calm himself before precisely asking the lingering question that’s been hanging heavily upon his mind. That— well, god.. he’s never been really good with words, has he?

“Why’d you— Why did you lie to the teacher about me having a stomach ache and bring me here then?” Good. That’s pretty direct, isn’t it? Save for the droplets of sweat quickly accumulating along the edge of his forehead, noticeably trickling down the length of his heated cheeks as if it wasn’t painfully obvious enough on its own what a nerve-wracking mess he suddenly becomes within your presence. You’re just so— so… shit, he can’t possibly describe it! All he desires is confirmation at the moment, confirmation for your mutual sentiments towards each other.

“Oh, cmon. Don’t tell me you’re that clueless, are you?” Well, yes. He is. Subtle cock of your head, sweetest chuckle he’s ever heard along with that rather innocent smile you adopt when asked your self-evident intentions here. “Wow. You really are, huh. Isn’t it obvious? Why do you think I went through all the trouble of coming up with a little lie for you, give us some alone time together? I’m not that nice to anyone.”

Recognizable smile effortlessly shifting to that of a smirk, feathered breaths alarmingly close against his burning face as the distance between you both progressively shrinks down to barely any space entirety. “You see.. I need a bit of reassurance to soothe my anxieties, y’know. What I want is for you to prove your love to me. Right now.”

Thumping heart steadily increasing at an alarming rate, scarred fingers nimbly picking and fiddling with the loose threads hanging along his used hoodie. Prove his undying love to you? “P-Prove it?” Audibly gulping down before echoing out the previously uttered command. “How should I prove it?” Oh, anything. He’s willing to do anything for you. Without hesitance nor objection. Hell, you could ask him to jump off a building, and he’d do it in a heartbeat. Just — for the love of god, say it already — say what he needs to do to selflessly prove his inborn devotion precisely made for you.

“Kiss me.” Uttering it out so effortlessly, breathlessly and well, he’s not one to make you sorrowfully wait, is he?

Nodding vigorously, like the lovesick puppy that he is for you — already peering closer towards your sprawled frame in a held breath, slightest hitch and rhythmic thump! of his heart when he’s selflessly granted the opportunity to finally, fucking finally — steal your first kiss away from you.

And, hah— truly, he’s so grateful for your direct orders, y’know? Because without it, he’d basically be a sweating, quivering mess, not that he isn’t either, just that — his nimble hands, normally shaking with second-guesses wouldn’t be so confident in their movements, tenderly cupping at your smooth cheek within the cup of his palm as he breathlessly presses his needy lips upon your awaiting own. Oh. Oh, fucking god, how dizzyingly sweet you taste, a full-on body shudder immediately descending the entirety of his arched back, instantly bending forward to pin you down onto the squeaky mattress underneath you both.

Careful not to make the smallest of sounds however! Wouldn’t wanna be caught sloppily making out with the most popular student in school, or maybe he does.. Just to— ah, prove to those repulsive creeps shamelessly salivating over the mere sight of your figure, that you’re strictly off limits. His alone to greedily savour. Mine. His mind endlessly echoes as this continuously carries on, and he’s not one either to selfishly complain, is he?

Love you— Love you so much. Repetition drumming along his brain, however, it was clear this wasn’t going to be a one-time thing off the bat, not when you two were so desperately clinging onto each other like this. Fervently locking your lips together in a soundless kiss, hitched breath threatening to slip past yours if Kylar were to go any further — probably would though. Bad idea, yeah. Knew it was, but the mind numbingly good haze gradually washing over him as you both mutually caved in to your instinctual desires drew him in. Since it feels way too good to intimately be pressed against each other like this, openly whining down one another’s throat currently occupied by his. “I-I love you.” He murmurs, gasps against your mouth. Slick, wet tongue desperately sliding against his own, crudely sharing each other’s spits that yeah— he’ll probably be reminiscing upon later for certain.. purposes meant to be shared in an unoccupied stall of the school’s bathroom, pervertedly fisting his fat cock to the sheer memory of your addictive taste like a starving man, an utter freak.

Unable to help himself with the borderline pathetic whimper freely drawn out of his mouth, eyes easily slipping close to hungrily drink in yours too — rather subtle, faintly audible to the naked ear, but he still manages to catch it, catch the stifled whine, minor tremble in your perfect fingers instinctively finding themselves entangled within the mop of loose hair on his head. Tugging at the dark strands even, ah fuck.. His arms, already wrapped around your frame, tightening automatically to make sure you don’t somehow, escape from his clutched grasp. As if you could with the death-grip he’s withholding over you right now, practically digging in the white material of your school uniform, ruffling it all up for you to harshly reprimand him for later — not that it’s his actual initial concern here, really. Oh, if anything, he’s got something way better pleasurably keeping him busy.

“K-Kylar—“ Your incoherent mewls are just the cutest, y’know? Yes, yes, he’ll briefly apologize later for rudely cutting you off! But, something simple as a kiss when done with you, feels so fucking good — fuck, he might as well be cummin’ in his pant, which he sort of is with all the accumulated pre-cum messily dripping from his leaking tip, staining the elastic fabric all sticky in his ill-fitted jeans from precariously grinding your clothed erections together, seeking friction.

His hips involuntarily thrusting forward, or maybe intentionally — truly he’ll never admit to it! — instantly flushing at his salacious actions that, oh.. you’re a blubbering mess under him, heaving chest rhythmically puffing out before ultimately descending down to shakily exhale out a sigh. Cutest, erect buds blatantly visible underneath the rather thin fabric of your uniform, ones he’d like nothing more than to sloppily drool all over, savagely suckle on with a wet pop! of his tongue and leave his slippery mark there like some sort of— of, fucking madman.

Fuck, fuck fuck… if this keeps up, he’s bound to cream in his pants from a single kiss! Eyes automatically rolling to the back of his skull with every eager tug on his ripped sleeves, cock profusely leaking out slippery, warm pre to leave behind a trailing mess in his boxers. So fuckin’ whipped, downright enamoured by you that he’d be dying a happy man simply from having his longtime wish fulfilled, hidden desires fervently reciprocated by a lock of your lips upon his. All because of you — hah, you, darling. Don’t you realize the weight of his unending love for you by now?

Unfortunately though, as much as it would’ve been thoroughly appreciated to contentedly continue on like this, paired by the couple of gasping moans and wistful sighs collectively drawn forth from each other’s lips; One had to eventually be the one to pull away and you, of course, you were the first to reluctantly do so, drawing back slightly in a sloppy attempt to create some much needed space between your quivering bodies. Disheveled hair carelessly brushed aside to display the scarlet flush of your cheeks accompanied by dazed eyes hidden beneath the fluttering of your lashes.

Nearly whimpering when you effectively slip back for air, clutched fingers instinctively chasing after your retreating figure as though he was merely nothing without it. Which, he sort of is, pleading gaze and pouty lips sinfully directed to your decisive move, slumping back miserably once you’re out of his clawing reach. “A-Ah, don’t go.. I mean! Was — Was it good? Did I do okay?” He asks sheepishly, pink tongue experimentally swiping along his bottom lip to lick it clean, wild, green eyes flicking downwards to your kiss-swollen lips before hurriedly darting away. Seeking for your judgement and approval as per usual. How typical of him, huh.

“You— ah, you did, actually.” Catching your breath, looking so damn pretty when your usually flawless composure is crumbled along with his. He wants to break it till you’re a crying mess, really. “God, I didn’t know someone could kiss like that. You sure this is your first time, Kylar?” Don’t tease him like that! ‘Course it is, how could it ever be anyone but you??

“Y-Yeah, you’re my first— first kiss.” A confirmation to your question, meek nod of his head as he now wonders what exactly is there left to be said after such a heated encounter, but as always, you’re the one to make the first move — a step ahead of him every single time and, honestly, he loves you for it.

“Wanna kiss me again?”

Who’s he to not oblige to your every whim anyway? He’s only Kylar. The school freak. Absolute loser in town and the one you’re also, pervertedly sharing spit with too.

Guess he won’t have to creepily suckle on the tip of the chewed straw from your strawberry milkshake you normally sip at during lunch then. Since his lips will find themselves far more busy with something else later.

And by the sultry look you adopt, regarding him carefully with a quirk of your lips — he’s getting the slightest idea that maybe, his time will be better spent in the nurse’s office from now on, hasty kisses sneakily shared underneath the cooling shade of a sapling, arms eagerly looped around your waist to steal a quick kiss of his own. Whether in the tight space of a bathroom stall or the dusty storage closet, he’s content to have you in his arms no matter the place.

So, this time, don’t be the first to pull away— no, he’d hate to have to pin you down beneath his weight for you to properly take what he has so selflessly prepared for you today, ‘kay?

It’d be only be rude to deny him of what he’s patiently waited so long for like a good boy, no?

﹒⪩⪨﹒ a masterlist of my reblogged fics ﹒⪩⪨﹒

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- named yandere ocs !!

ace

heroes to villains

admiral reeves

dishonorably discharged and detained

akida

an interesting safari

anjinth the shadowed

anjinth comes

aphelion

far from the sun pt. 1

far from the sun pt. 2

arrin

sold like cattle

one shot

ash

a lion in your den

asterion

in the minotaur's maze

auggie

a lovesick leviathan

axle

the werewolf's bitch

bakari

an interesting safari

basil

a moth to his flame

braidth

to the victor go the spoils

celael

toxic love

cobi

a day in blood-swell swamp

corr

animal farm: tuesdays

damian

shark baited ooh la la! pt. 1

shark baited ooh la la! pt. 2

dran

the werewolf's pet cat

drosera

lost in the weeds

eli

an unwanted promotion

elry

animal farm: mondays

eriphel

your guardian angel

fairwic

the satyrs song

fleet admiral neelim

a plundered pirate

fluke

no refunds!

grogth

your deathclaw boyfriend (male reader version)

hewlett

and the law won

holden

surprised adoption

ian

an unwanted promotion

inthil

the deer's prince(ss)

kito

an interesting safari

krampus

all he wants for christmas is you

on the naughty list

lance

wrongful imprisonment

lasio

sweetest nectar

leech

a ghoulish encounter

leif

a different kind of adventure

len

animal farm: tuesdays

miri

in the harpy's nest

orion

no light in the darkness

owen

your boyfriend owen

prince ericke ashfall

the royal blood pt. 1

the royal blood pt. 2

professor lenhardt

drabble

rathik

drabble

red

heroes to villains

reuben

anon ask ,, finally finding one of your own

shale

a canine and his cat

skarr

mojave, mo problems

slate

between a rock and a hard place

strom

a failed assassination

tahlia

attracting a mate

talin

mating signals

consummating your relationship

talin w/ runaway reader

yandere oc talin headcannons

talin w/ an insecure plus-sized reader

tevrik

hellbound angel

thorn

animal farm: tuesdays

thrash

getting thrashed

vairthold

a royal pain in the ass

veeris

slippery as an eel

vrell

troubled waters

catatonic!reader

wrathyn

sacrificed to a dragon

wreck

nature conservation

xedlio

drabble

xilra

animal farm: mondays

xerxes

the demon deal

zan

animal farm: mondays

- unnamed yandere ocs !!

an acquired taste

a drabble of a yandere mob boss

a drabble of a yandere plague doctor

a drabble of a yandere superhero

a drabble of yandere vampires

alien escape

animal farm

a heroic failure

an unholy attraction

building a hornet's nest

the dog girl's bitch

have his cake and eat it too

how the elf saved christmas

male alpha yandere x gender neutral omega reader

new start to an old friendship

p.e. class

the light of his life

﹒⪩⪨﹒ a masterlist of my reblogged fics ﹒⪩⪨﹒

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MASTERLIST

Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo x Transported! Reader Series

> Song Association Post <

• Late Night Meetings

— tw: nudity, mentions self-harm scars

• The Night Before

— tw: anxiety attack, vomiting, self-deprecating thoughts

• Misunderstandings

• Back Massages

• "This Older Sister Understands"

— mentions choking kink

• Always Here

— tw: self-harm, depression, panic attacks, gaslighting

• Thoughts of You

• Pickup Lines

— tw: self-harm scars, self-harm implied

• Subtlety

• Aftermath

— tw: self-inflicted wound, the urge to vomit, blood, talks of scars

• A Drink By The Fountain

— tw: mentions child abandonment and abuse

• Something of Yours

— tw: self-harm scars, self-harm implied, mentions character death

• Epiphany

— tw: implied child abandonment and abuse

• Talk

• Unlovable

— tw: self-harm scars, child abuse and neglect

• Fresh Air

— tw: blood

• Practice

• Of Dresses and Disguises

— tw: self-harm scars, shaming self-harm, drug use, accidental aphrodisiac usage

• Make You Mine

— smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Make-up and Kisses

• New Dress

• Partings

— tw: intrusive thoughts about self-harm and suicide, major character death, slight body horror

• Gone

– tw: mentions of self-harm scars and depression, implied suicide

• Death

– tw: injuries, blood, death, dead bodies, drowning

• Return

– tw: violent stabbing, blood, choking on blood.

• Turn Back Time

– mini oneshot, platonic Rosalyn

• Memories

– tw: self-harm, gore, death, blood, slight mention of alcohol abuse, mentally abusive figure

• Blurry Faces

— tw: implied sexual assault and pseudo-incest, mentions self-harm scars, suicide, death.

• Symphony

— tw: gore and cannibalism

• Mors

— tw: gore and cannibalism

STAND ALONE READS

• Overworked

— smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Scarf

• Closer To God

— smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• His Younger Sibling — (platonic, Sibling!Reader)

• Clothes

• Like What He Has Now — (platonic, Child!Reader)

— tw: minor character deaths, blood, wounds

• Every Part Of You

• Missing

• Hair

— mild smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Fake Dating The Royal Princess

• Parents

— labor pains described

• Coffee Stains — (OG!KRS)

— smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Kisses

• Flowers and Luck

• Vitality

• Sedated

— smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Long Coats

— mild smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Good For Me — (OG!KRS)

— mild smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Mother's Day

• Relaxation

— mild smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• In Your Arms — (OG!KRS)

• Reward Me?

• Patient

• Mug — (Cale!KRS)

• Isn't Enough — (OG!KRS)

— smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Tired and Sore — (Cale, Reader, KRS)

— smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Paperwork

— smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Use Me

— smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Simp

• Faith — (Kim Rok Soo)

HEADCANONS & DISCUSSIONS(?)

• Jealous!Cale

• Aftercare with Cale

• First Meeting

— choi han centric

• Cale with Cockwarming

— smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Cale's Hands and Fingers

— smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Cale With Foreign Crown Princess Reader

• Cale With Public Sex

— smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Cale as Empress!Reader's Consort

— tw: yandere-ish cale, manipulation

• Cale As A Male Lead In A Romance Manhwa

• Yandere!Cale

— tw : manipulation

• Cale's Kids Gaining Suitors

• Cale!KRS With Kinks and Sex Toys

— tw : consensual non-consensual, somnophilia, bondage

• Cale With Ice Magic User S/O