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okay but seriously i think this event is really creative and i enjoy reading them. also can i request giyuu!reader x childe pls?

i hope you're taking care of yourself 💕

a/n: thank you very much :D and i would like to say im taking care of myself

GIYUU!READER X CHILDE

100 FOLLOWER EVENT

in your first meeting, you simply glanced at him, while he nervously tried to make you talk. it seemed like a one sided conversation, and in reality, it is. but when he got you to talk, he noted that you don't talk much.

if you two are in a relationship, he will still remain annoying and talkative, but you could care less, you found it adorable. he also respects your trouble of talking, so he gladly talks for you, and you are incredibly doting. once he learns about how severe your inferiority complex was, he is there to shower you with praise and sweet nothings. you were ignorant to his teasing, which results to him pouting and sulking at some point.

you two were polar opposites, as he presents himself as loud and confident in his abilities. you, on the other hand, maintained a stoic and distant approach. he observes that if he puts his own life on the line, or using his Foul Legacy form, he could see your composure break whenever he puts himself in danger. his heart twinges a little, but he is honored to be the subject of your affection. instead of looking at your usual aloof expression, all he could see was worry in your eyes and in your aura whenever he decides to do something reckless.

he spars with you occasionally, and he is amazed on how strong you are, and how powerful your attacks are compared to his. you were also immensely fast, almost leaving Childe in a state of shock. your speed was what surprised him the most, really. because of this, he asks you how you do it, it is up to you to decide, but most of the time, you decline. you mastered swordsmanship very well, and surprises Childe even if he uses his own hydro blades. he almost has a hard time keeping up with your blows and your consistent attacks, due to how skilled and how fast you adapt in battle.

if you have a breathing technique similar to Giyuu's, he might think that it was a hydro vision, due to your sword being included in your hydro infused attacks. but he realized this was not the case when you showed him almost all your water breathing forms, especially the 11th one (it was like his whale attack). you were extremely overpowered and even if Childe has all his 3 forms, he knew he can't be better than you in battle, and he constantly praises you after each one.

overall, a pretty good relationship. even if both of you were polar opposites, you work well together. both of you specialize in hydro-related attacks, and sometimes, you give each other advice on how to handle things. Childe does not worry about you in his line of work, knowing that you could absolutely destroy every enemy in your path.

© kachuuyaa

SAGAU where Reader was a college student before being isekai'd into Teyvat

Tighnari with a Forestry and Sustainability major Reader. He is always following you around with questions, trying to write down everything you say. He is absolutely horrified when you tell him about deforestation and logging. He’s never seen it happen, but just hearing about the Amazon Rainforest made him angry enough to go on a twenty-minute rant that you needed to calm him down from. Tighnari loves taking you out on his ranger patrols. You truly appreciate and are blown away by the forests of Sumeru and to him, there’s nothing better than your wide-eyed expression of amazement as you find a new plant or stand beneath a giant tree. He would climb any tree, no matter how tall, or face any dangerous beasts just to bring something back that would make your face brighten and break out in a huge smile.

Diluc with a Fermentation Science major Reader. When you first tell him what you were studying at university, he was absolutely floored. He found it baffling and moronic to dedicate four years and a whole course of study, but when you explained its more to ensure that food and drink were fermented safely, he slowly warms up to the idea. You like accompanying him on his business duties as he walks around Dawn Winery to make sure operations are going smoothly. Although he doesn’t partake in alcohol himself, he listens when you suggest different ways of brewing wine and ale or to invest in different flavors. With your advice, his business booms even more than before and Diluc has more money to (not so) secretly spoil you with. (He also has to keep you away from Kaeya who constantly begs to try your latest idea/sample).

Zhongli with a History major Reader. He loves listening to your stories almost as much as you love listening to his. Although, sometimes Zhongli can't help but be slightly horrified at how much bloodshed your world’s history contains. He’s no stranger to wars, but two world wars and a war almost every decade make him shudder. But he is also fascinated by the human progress in your world and the thousands and thousands of cultures. He has so many questions, a lot of them go beyond your area of expertise, but that’s alright. And he has no qualms about answering yours, even if he has to think about the answer for a while. The two of you are content sitting for hours, drinking tea, and exchanging facts.

Alhaitham with a Public History major Reader. Your wide knowledge of history interested him already, but when he found out you wanted to work in archives after university, the man will not leave you alone. He asks you how archives work in your world and is amazed about the different archives your world has (museums, universities, government). Sometimes he takes you to work to show you how the Akademiya handles archives and puts you to work by accident. He feels guilty when he looks over and sees you hunched over large tomes, but his heart swells with joy knowing that you’re interested in the same things as him.

Albedo with a Biology or Chemistry major Reader. Alchemy is far different from modern science, but it shares similar roots. He pries you for every last drop of knowledge you have and you have to stop him so you can take a break. You do enjoy helping him with his research. You help him break down the organic compositions of items and prioritize lab safety over everything. Far too many times you’ve hurriedly had to move stacks of books away from an open flame or stop Albedo from nearly inhaling a chemical. Although ingesting lethal chemicals won’t kill him, Albedo appreciates you caring for his well-being and may or may not keep doing it just so you can chastise him and make sure he doesn’t have any injuries.

Kaveh with a Civil Engineering major Reader. Kaveh instantly relates to your struggle. He understands the all-nighters trying to figure out math problems and draw up blueprints. (Although he is jealous over energy drinks in your world, he wishes he had them when he was a student). Kaveh likes listening to what you did in your classes and all the technology you used, but if you try to offer him advice on his latest architectural plans, he won’t listen. He admires and respects you, but his buildings are his creations and his alone. The next grand building he plans on constructing though, he plans on dedicating it to you.

Venti with a Music Education major Reader. He joins you when you help out at the Church. Although the public typically isn’t allowed to sit in during choir practice, an exception is made for him. He loves watching you help direct warm-ups and conduct songs. And nothing fills his heart with more delight than watching you help the children of Mondstat sing nursery rhymes or hum lullabies to them late at night. He insists on duets, complete with instruments. The two of you harmonizing together draw in the largest crowds in Mondstat, no matter how many times the two of you have performed before.

Kazuha with a Creative writing major Reader makes more sense (but I’ve had this idea for a while and can’t properly write it out ) but Kazuha with a Visual Arts major Reader. You’re a very talented artist considering you got accepted into art school, but you’re also very dedicated and innovative. You’ve always wanted to make your own paint and the land of Teyvat was all too willing to offer you fresh and natural materials to make your own, specific shades. The maple leaves of Inazuma were the exact shade you needed to paint a certain samurai. When you showed your portrait to Kazuha, he was absolutely blown away and honored by your painting. He keeps it close to him as a reminder of your endearment for him. Kazuha now travels through the lands with a new purpose in mind, to find you the best materials for you to paint with.

★ 【ぶろっさめ】 「 KIMETSU.LOG 」 ☆ ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me on twitter

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Vertin

Can i have big massive kokushibo fucking fem hashira reader like there's no tomorrow then kokushibo will tease fem hashira reader like "Where's your strength now, hm?" and "Oh what happened to your 'I will take your head to ubuyashiki-sama.'" they be fucking in the dark forest

Thank you my dear anon 🙏😁. This plot line made me, mhm, very emotional.. 😁. Consider it done.

(Please have patience with me though as I have a request list to work through. Apologies for that. You can expect the story to be ready around the end of June. Or earlier. Thank you.)

The Popular Vote

The livestream always happens on midnight of Saturday. There’s a hefty buy-in to be able to tune in but that never stops the audience from growing in number every stream. Every viewer has one ballot per round, each round is different. Cast your ballot before the vote ends and the majority option gets played out in real-time.

This Saturday night, I made the mistake of staying overtime at work, and I missed the last train home. Which meant walking alone on a dark path that, in the daylight, would be a breezy twenty minute stroll. But at night, it’s a different story. And clearly, since that dark trek put me in the perfect position to be taken away in a van by men who were interested in seeing me crying and screaming in pain and pleasure, at the whim of a merciless audience.

When I wake up, I’m naked and tied up, arms and legs spread out, suspended from the ceiling, with each foot on a small platform that offered enough support to take the strain off my arms and shoulders but not enough to offer any true leverage.

It takes me a few minutes to shake off the grogginess of whatever sedative they’d drugged me with, but when I do, I feel my blood run cold.

I’m surrounded by massive screens, several of which show live footage of my predicament from different angles. The screen that scares me the most is the one showing a live chat feed, with a constant barrage of messages coming in from viewers. The set-up is terrifyingly sophisticated and fear curdles my stomach in a way that makes tears well up in my eyes.

“Please! Please let me go!” I cry into the cold, unfeeling room of machinery and screens. My body struggles against the bindings but there’s no give. There’s no audible reply but I watch the chat light up with comments that make me shudder.

“I fucking love when the whores beg before we’ve even started.”

“She’s hot when she’s squirming, can’t wait to see how much she struggles tonight.”

“I wanna see her beg for mercy. Not that there will be any.”

I sob harder, tears making the chat box blurry in my vision. It doesn’t take long for me to figure out that there’s no one and nothing saving me from whatever is going to happen here.

Suddenly, a robotic voice fills the room. “Welcome to The Popular Vote. For those of you who are new to the show, please remember that each of you have a single vote to cast during every round. Vote in the allotted time and our team will implement the majority vote’s decision. Please enjoy the show.”

I gasp when the door to the room opens and four men walk in, dressed in identical black uniforms with masks covering their faces.

“Please! Please, let me go, this is a mistake!” My desperate voice fills the room but has no impact on the men, they didn’t even look in my direction, instead walking past me towards a storage cabinet behind me.

I watch through the camera’s footage as they open the cabinets and start to pull out item after item. Each one makes me more and more scared as they pull out various toys, vibrators, and other devices and machines I don’t even recognize.

There’s an electronic ding that fills the room and the same robotic voice is back. “Our first poll is beginning. Please vote now. Option 1 is subjecting our victim to clitoral stimulation by vibrator. Option 2 is vaginal penetrative stimulation by fucking machine.”

I cry out, “Wait, no, please! I don’t want this, please stop!” I watch in vain as the votes start to roll in on the screen, a feeling of helplessness overwhelming me as I watch two competing bars increase in percentage on the screen as viewers place their ballots.

There’s a robotic series of dings that sound, signaling the final few seconds of voting and through my panic, I see that the second option has pulled ahead of the first.

I choke out another sob as I watch the four men in the room start moving towards me. Two of them are rolling a machine over, a motorized piston with a massive dildo attached to the end of it. Clearly it’s meant for me.

“Please, please, no, I don’t want this, please stop!” I know it’s useless to beg but I can’t help it. My voice is shaky and thin with apprehension and I can tell it has no effect on any of the men. I glance to the chat box and the messages there make me feel even more helpless.

“That whore is going to love that machine, these little sluts always do.”

“I hope she squirts and cries when she realizes she likes this, stupid whore is going to get fucking ruined.”

In the few moments I spent reading comments, the men have rolled the fucking machine right under me and started to raise it to reach my core.

With my legs tied down and spread, there is nothing protecting me from the toy and it’s violation of me. I feel the tip of the fake cock brush my core and I thrash pointlessly, barely able to move to make a difference.

As the machine continues to rise, I feel my stomach clench when I realize that my pussy is wet. I gasp when I feel the tip of the dildo breach my core, the thickness of the toy filling me so well that I can’t help but groan. The machine continues, pushing the toy slowly and steadily filling my cunt. My back arches as I feel it rub against every part of my now-dripping cunt and I whine when it finally comes to a stop, fully seated inside of me.

I’m panting, the massive dildo splitting me open in a way that feels so fucking good. I clench around it and whimper when pleasure shoots up my spine. I glance at the livestream and see my own image, my eyes wild and body heaving from the pleasure of just having the toy inside of me. The chat box is flooded with comments about me, the way I look, the sounds I make, and the anticipation of what is to come.

Suddenly, one of the men in the room toggles a switch on the machine, and it begins.

My scream is drawn-out and wanton in response to the indescribable pleasure that floods my every sense. The men set the machine at a relentless pace, the huge cock driving into my cunt ruthlessly at a pace that is virtually inhuman.

I’m lost in the sensation of every single thrust sliding against my g-spot and slamming into my cervix, the perfect blend of pain and pleasure. I can feel my body trembling at the onslaught of raw, unadulterated pleasure and the sounds that the machine is pulling from my lips could make a pornstar blush. I can feel the creeping warmth of an orgasm fast approaching as the machine fucks me into submission.

Suddenly, an electronic ding sounds. The robotic voice comes on again, with an announcement that barely registers in my pleasure-scrambled brain. “Please vote to determine the next step. Option 1 subjects our victim to forced orgasms, option 2 is edging and orgasm denial, and option 3 is ruined orgasms.”

I whine and plead but I don’t even know what I’m begging for. My eyes are too unfocused to see the progression of the vote, and of the options, I can’t even begin to fathom which would be the best. I hear the three dings that signal the vote has ended and I force my eyes to focus on the screen, my stomach clenching when I see the result: ruined orgasms.

The machine hasn’t relented on its motions, each thrust driving into my wet cunt in a way that is so perfectly and achingly torturous. My clit is throbbing and part of me wishes I could grind it against something, anything to give me a little more stimulation to push me over the edge. But there’s nothing beyond the machine forcing its cock deep inside of me, making me ride the wave of pleasure that pushes me towards to precipice of a massive orgasm. I feel my entire body tense in response to the impending onslaught of pleasure and my pussy clenches around the dildo splitting me open.

Two more hard thrusts pushes me over the edge and I let out a moaning scream as I feel the tension snap and my body clenches in burning pleasure. A seemingly endless wave of overwhelming and uncontrollable pleasure slams into me as my orgasm erupts. At that exact moment, the toy inside of me a delivers a horrible jolt of electricity, one that slams through my cunt and cruelly and abruptly yanks my body away from pleasure.

The pain takes my breath away but my body reacts more to my ruined orgasm than it does the shock. My moan turns into a wail as useless pleas pour out of my mouth, tears running down my cheeks as I feel the toy continue to fuck me through the disappointment of an orgasm it forced upon me. There’s a cruel emptiness inside of me despite the unrelenting fake cock that fills me with every thrust and a gut-wrenching, unfulfilling hunger that overtakes the pleasure that was horribly ripped away from me.

“Ah, fuck, please, please make it stop!” My voice is ragged and desperate as I plead for mercy from an uncaring audience. The men in the room are maintaining their cold indifference towards my suffering as the machine under their control continues to batter my body.

I feel my body shudder in overstimulation as the merciless machine pushes me closer to another orgasm. There’s no break or respite and my pleas fall onto deaf ears.

And as before, just as I feel my orgasm approaching, the feverish pleasure barely rises within me before it’s ripped away, ruined by the delivery of a shocking pain through my pussy that makes me scream in anguish.

The next time it happens, I hear myself wail out desperate cries and pleas that are met with silence. The time after that, my body jerks pitifully in the bindings as every muscle tenses in grief. The one following is the strongest one yet, the constant buildup and denial pushing my body to the brink of tortured pleasure. As the achingly sweet orgasm barrels through me, my pussy clenches down and gushes with my release. I can feel my own juices flowing down my legs, but my squirting orgasm isn’t any different than the previous cruelly ruined ones. The impeccably-timed electric shock yanks my body back from what would have been a mind-shattering, toe-curling sensation and leaves me feeling hollow and helpless.

After that, I stop keeping track of the ruined orgasms. My body should have been shuddering from the overstimulation of countless orgasms but instead, it aches with a voracious, unfulfillable ache that creates an unbearable cycle of horrible, desperate need barely satisfied with every orgasm until it’s torn away. The predictability of it does nothing to assuage the torment, it only makes it worse, to have every beautiful moment of pleasure marred by the inevitable loss that I can do nothing about.

An electronic ding breaks through the haze, another round. The machine beneath me pauses and I choke back a sob at the temporary relief, desperately try to focus on the words that are being announced.

“Our next round will be introducing pharmacological enhancements and orgasm denial. Please select to determine which of the following will be administered to our victim. Option 1 is administration of our proprietary aphrodisiac with no excess stimulation. Option 2 is administration of our proprietary numbing treatment with clitoral stimulation by vibrator.”

My mind wraps around the meaning behind the announcement and I feel myself tremble with desperation. I want nothing more than to cum, just to feel the full, body-shaking, mind-numbing torrent of pleasure that will flood me when a full, uninterrupted orgasm washes over me. But it’s clear that they have other plans.

I watch as the votes roll in, my heart pounding as the two options are very evenly matched in popularity. I brave a glance at the chat box and whimper when I see the comments.

“I fucking love driving a whore insane with denial. I wonder what kind of promises she’ll make to try and convince us to let her cum.”

“If she were mine, I’d never let her cum again. Sluts don’t deserve orgasms.”

Three dings break my concentration and I swing my gaze over to see the results. Option 2 has won out, but barely. I whimper softly as the four men immediately begin to set up. I watch as they wheel the fucking machine out from under me. A blush stains my cheeks when I see the dildo dripping in slick, evidence of my countless ruined orgasms.

I watch through heavy lidded eyes as one of the men reached for a small container. He deftly opens it and dips a gloved finger in, his finger coming out coated in a creamy ointment.

I watch as he comes towards me, his ointment-covered fingers coming to meet my clit in a soft motion that makes me cry out. He is thorough as he rubs the ointment onto my clit, his fingers gently moving against me, offering a delicious friction that pushes me closer towards another orgasm.

The curling warmth of an oncoming rush builds in my core but before I could fully embrace the pleasure, he pulls away and I choke out a whine. “No please, please I’m so close,” my voice is so broken to my own ears but not enough to sway the man.

They wheel out a different machine, this one shaped like a saddle, lined with ridges that line up perfectly to vibrate against and wreak havoc on my sensitive clit. It doesn’t take long for the men to position the machine underneath me. I feel the cold material of the machine against my burning hot pussy and without even thinking about it, I start to grind myself against it. A broken moan leaves my lips at the pleasure that fills me and I whine softly, trying harder to move myself to rub my throbbing clit against the machine that was very quickly starting to dampen from my dripping cunt.

I know without looking at my own image on the livestream that I made for a shameful display of wanton lust and desperation but I couldn’t bring myself to care. My hips move desperately, the bindings making it so that my movements were limited but not impossible. My eyes drift shut as I chase the pleasure, continuing to grind against the machine.

I can feel myself approaching my orgasm, a few more moments and I could almost taste the sweet pleasure. But something was wrong. Even as I rolled my hips against the machine, I could feel sensation fading in between my legs. My clit throbs and aches but the feeling of the ridges against me has become muted, and no matter how hard I grind myself against the machine, the result was the same and I’m faced with the reality that the orgasm I was chasing so closely is too far out of reach now.

I cry out, begging into the void, “Please, no, please! Make it come back, please! I need to cum, I need it!”

My begs are met with silence and I glance towards the chat box, hoping to see something, anything, that would bring me relief. But there’s nothing but cruel, taunting comments.

“Dumb fucking whore doesn’t even understand what’s happening to her stupid body.”

“They haven’t even turned on the machine yet and she’s crying. I love when sluts realize that there’s nothing they can do against the numbing cream.”

“Her clit is so fucking swollen, I hope she doesn’t get a good orgasm at all tonight.”

Suddenly, the machine beneath me roars to life. I gasp when I feel the vibrations course through my body, the harsh motion batters my clit, but instead of being overwhelmed with pleasure, all I can feel is a vague sensation. I sob when the real understanding of what is happening sinks in. The numbing cream they used on me has left me completely unable to feel the machine. I can feel my pussy clenching in need, dripping over the machine uselessly, unable to enjoy any of it. There are wordless whines and begs erupting from my lips as I chase an unreachable end. I beg because there’s nothing else I can do, and because I know that’s what the audience wants to see.

As my mind wraps around this knowledge, I feel broken. My pussy clenches at the understanding that I’m here purely for other people’s entertainment. My suffering is for their enjoyment, and every orgasm ruined, denied, or forced out of my helpless body is done so without any regard to me or my pleasure. I stare into the camera as the machine underneath me batters my clit in a way that should be making me scream. Despite that realization, or maybe because of that realization, my cunt is leaking and clenching and throbbing. My entire being has narrowed to my clit and my cunt, the ghost sensations of pleasure brushing against my psyche.

My mind is fracturing under the torment of nothing. It tries to rationalize, to make feeling where there is none, and if I really focus, I can fool myself into believing that my clit isn’t numb, isn’t blind to the torturous machine that should be pulling orgasm after orgasm out of me. I don’t know how long I’m suspended in nothingness, how long I’m held in this punishing situation of unreachable pleasure.

Three dings pull me out of my mindless misery. My eyes jump to the screen, seeing the chat light up with excited comments about what’s the come. The robotic voice fills the room.

“We reach the end of our night together and our final poll, please vote now. Option 1 allows our victim to be subjected to forced orgasms after we administer the antidote to the numbing cream in combination with targeted electrostimulation while option 2 involves continued denial with impact play and flogging.”

I can’t stop myself from screaming into the room. “Please! Please, fuck, please let me cum! Please!”

I writhe and renew my struggling, starting to futilely grind myself against the vibrator, hoping that the vote will go in my favor. My eyes glance towards to chat box, my heart pounding in anticipation as I read the flood of messages, hoping desperately for mercy.

“I don’t think this fucking whore deserves to cum tonight, I’d rather see her get her tits whipped.”

“I want to see her pass out from being forced to cum over and over again. Plus I wanna see her tight little body shake with electricity.”

My eyes flit to the results of the poll and my heart leaps when I realize option 1 is pulling ahead. Three dings confirm the results of the vote and immediately, I see one of the men approach me with the antidote.

I sob when his fingers brush this new ointment over my swollen clit and all I can do is babble out whines of gratitude. It doesn’t take long for the antidote to take effect as the vibration of the toy begins to wreck me.

There’s no slow, soft build of pleasure. There’s only pure, bone-shattering sensation that slams into me. It tears my breath away and my body erupts in orgasm. The countless denied and ruined orgasms from the beginning of the night seem to have compounded into one horrible explosion of pleasure that rips through me.

I have no sense of the world around me, my entire being has narrowed to the overwhelming wave of sensation. My cunt pulses, spraying my release over the machine that offers me no respite as it forces my body to unimaginable heights.

Suddenly, a sharp jolt of pain along my side breaks into my haze. My eyes dart over and I see the four men crowded around me, each holding an electric wand that pulses a harsh zap through me at every touch.

“No! Please! Stop!” I scream, my voice pitching higher as the men start their torment. Quick jabs around the soft skin of my stomach, hips, thighs, and arms make me scream and thrash but none of that dulls any of the feeling from the vibrator between my legs.

The pain and pleasure rocks through my body and mind, both blending together in a cruel medley that draws wordless screams from my throat. Another orgasm slams through me right as I feel a terrible zap on my nipple. The scream that bursts out of me makes my own ears ache. My psyche is cracking under the onslaught of torment and there’s not a single part of my body that isn’t screaming in overstimulation. I’m nothing more than a collection of raw nerves and throbbing muscles.

The next zap hits the exposed part of my clit and my ears ring as my vision fades to black. That’s the last thing I remember from that night.

When I wake up the next morning, I’m home, in my own bed, my body achingly sore and exhausted. I glance to my bedside table and I see an envelope. In it is a USB and a note with a phone number.

“Enjoy the footage, we certainly did. Call us if you want a repeat.”

I crawl out of bed to grab my laptop and phone, and I save the number to my contacts.

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Author's Note: I think this is my longest story yet and hope y'all enjoy! Also, I like to imagine this happens in the same universe as Pay to Play, and I'm jealous because I want to live in that universe ;)

howlbedo with black hair~🏵️

pacific rim x transformers

6 is staying up too late💤