shinigamiplayroom

[shinigamiplayroom]

▏drowning   ▏pierro   ▏

CWs— female anatomy, she/her pronouns, smut, corruption kink, sub!reader, use of pet-names, cumflation, use of sex toy, anal play, cunnilingus, mention of menstrual cycle; word count — 1k

PRECIS — pierro just wants to show you the greater pleasures of life other than doing chores for him.

NOTES — part of my self-event sizzling sextember collab. I was supposed to post it last week of September, but oh well. thanks to @luvbladez for beta reading !

⌗ tags —» @xshinigamikittenx @garoujo @munsonsins

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The first time Pierro laid eyes on you he knew you would be promising. With your growing body while others seem to work a week barely you endured the workload for almost a month. He thinks it's cute that you do the chores happily with a smile on your face, and take proper breaks if necessary. He is pretty fond of you, your organized habits, your manner of neat and fresh clothing. Sometimes, he thinks you should be rewarded but doesn't know how?

Sometimes he thinks it is your white innocence that makes him work overnight only to watch you getting all fidgety every time you try to glance at him. It certainly crossed his mind that you might like him, his presence around you, especially when he caught you stealing glances at him as he was buried in paperwork but he was not sure until you accidentally fell scattering all those papers on the ground, some flying in other directions and refusing any kind of help he offered.

He did not ask you again since he was unsure if he would have been able to hold himself back after accidentally having a peek of your cleavage. But a reflex thought crossed his mind: would your nipples be the same color as your lips?

He quickly cleared his throat and went back to his work desk while you adjusted your clothing to hide your modesty. He could not tear his gaze away from you that night. He was thankful for your white innocence that did not let you be aware of his intentions, his raging desires to have a taste of you, your supple skin.

Pierro was avoiding you since that day, he had to so that he could keep his cravings at bay yet he was not fond of the fact that he was jacking off thinking of you, late at night like a teenage boy. Fate surely has its wildcards since he needed to see you for fetching some special papers. He would have called for another one but you were more organized, more accustomed to his ways so it was you in the end.

He tried to keep himself busy, not to look at you but when your melodious voice responded to his beckon, something unleashed within him. “You called for me, my lord?” 

“Y-Yes”, he shuttered, lending you a file. You inspected it carefully to know what he was looking for. And as you stood in front of the shelf, Pierro clenched his jaw while his fingers curled into a fist. You were just at arm's length wearing a light peach dress, and he was losing his mind thinking how painfully unaware you were that anyone could see your areola

He had enough of this. “Here my lord, the papers”, his eyes made up to yours. The pile of papers went flying in all directions as he pulled you against his body. 

“Tell me you want this?”, he panted against your mouth having his arms snaked around your body. You gasped and breathed heavily at this sudden glimpse of hunger as he proceeded to make you sit on his work desk. “Do you want this, girl? Tell me”, he asked again. This time his palm was resting on your naked thighs illuminating fireworks all over your skin.

“Yes”

And in the very next moment, his fingers were playing with your pussy folds, eyes carefully watching your nipples getting hard at his ministrations while you grabbed the edge of his long overcoat. He could not wait any longer. Even though you were wearing the dress, his tongue lapped over your nipple while his mouth clamped around your breasts. “My lord, please ”, you mewl making him quickly pull away but he was bestowed with a raspy plea, “more, I want more of you”

That night, you lost count of how many times you squirted as he finger-fucked you. He did not want to deflower you yet, not like this. He wanted you to beg for it, beg to take your virginity. You wanted that too. You wanted to be filled with his cum, have his hefty cock buried inside you but fate had some other plans.

“I see.”, pierro uttered, strolling across his table as you told him that you were on your cycle. Now, violence was coursing within him, but he did not want to break you like that or give you to his subordinates after he was done savoring your taste. He wanted it all for himself.

Pierro handed you a teardrop-shaped thing and as he explained what it was for, your mind went foggy and dizzy. He was desperate to have you, to taint your innocence and so were you. It was indeed tough to work with that thing buried in your hole but you managed. You wanted to please him so bad, hear him say ‘Good girl as he plays with you later at night.

With the cool breeze grazing your naked skin, giving you goosebumps it was hard not to let out any squeal while having his cock deep inside your butthole. You were sitting on his lap, legs spread across his pelvic as your naked body rested on his firm chest while he was finishing the last pile of papers. Any little movement sends shivers of pain, and waves of pleasure in your clogged mind.

“I’m done baby girl”, he boldly whispers, adjusting you a little. He smiled as your juices soaked the clothing. His long sturdy fingers clamped around your waist as he guided you on his cock. You both wince at every move yet when he had you bouncing on his cock, mixed cum dripping along your legs he knew he had edified you well enough to own you like a fire owns a moth. 

A month later, it became a routine. You were addicted to him, his whispers against your ears while his naked chest grazed yours. And Pierro? He was a happy man. Happy that you would come to him late at night, having him sheathed with your pussy while he finishes his work. He knew he did his job well. You both were drowning in each other's web of charms.

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@tokyometronetwork

#paraaaaaa #I’m weakkkkk for this plsssss #😭😭😭 #pierro x reader #genshin thirsts #fatui x reader

[shinigamiplayroom]

✉️; RAIN ON MY PARADE. - D.RAGNIVINDR, K.ALBERICH.

💌; synopsis - every time it rains, diluc is reminded of the girl he loved and lost - you’re reminded of the man you left before running away to New York and kaeya is stuck between the two. when it rains again; only the skies above will know who you choose.

↳ length: 3.9K

↳ warnings: smut, mdni 18+, fem!reader. heavy angst, love triangles, break-ups ( between reader and kaeya ), friends to lovers, mutual pining, unprotected sex, soft sex, fingering, oral ( f!receiving ), marking, biting, praise!kink, mutual orgasms, creampies.

↳ notes: hello !! happy wednesday, i hope you’re all having a good week so far— this was a lovely little commission from @xshinigamikittenx who was kind enough to let me post this !! i loved writing this and hope you all enjoy <3 m.list ♡

the pitter patter of heavy rain against the window pains with peeling paint is usually enough to comfort a person. it’s cooling, the air rain creates acting like an ice pack on open wounds. the sound of rain is repetitive, can easily take a frenzied one track mind off of its course and settle it to a steadied speed. the rain smells like hope and new beginnings. all this about rain, and more…but to diluc, the rain is a painful reminder, a symbol and culmination of all that he’d lost. it doesn’t wash away anguish for him like it does for others, it isn’t cleansing or healing or reshresing. instead it stings to touch, hurts to hear— rain is as big an enemy to diluc ragnvindr as he is to himself. 

he hates the rain even as it pours outside, slipping through the cracks and holes in his childhood home— momentarily distracting the red head from the warming drinks that he’s making.

“diluc, did you hear what i said?” kaeya’s voice just barely cuts through the clouds and doubts that hang heavy over his mind— threatening to thunder at any moment. “i’m going to propose to her today, maybe ask her to move in too.” 

the kettle that the elder brother is brewing whistles as a sign of the water being boiled— bubbling over until diluc makes a move to pick it up and finish off making the tea. he fumbles with chipped mugs that have been gathering dust in the cupboard under the sink, clinking them together as he glances up at his brother. the mere mention of your name is enough to make the man a mess. “you’re going to what?” he stumbles, words clumsy on his tongue and unusually so for someone so typically stoic. “don’t…don’t you think it’s too soon? for something like that?”

“it’s actually been a year, and it feels right. dad would have approved too,” the blue haired man’s voice softens only just, a slight bit of sympathy etched into his tone. “it would be better for her to move in too, her new writing job will be bringing her back to the city.”

the day you moved away is so much clearer than the current one— the memory scribbled into the back of diluc’s mind in your not-so-neat handwriting he knew so well. before then, you had always been close with the redhead, even as children you were practically inseparable, where diluc scraped a knee you had a nasty gash to match. if his tooth fell out, yours would be wobbly the very next day, there wasn’t a thing either of you would do without each other. during your teen years, things changed ever so slightly— playful smiles turned to shy gazes and pinkies brushing in the fields behind your house, diluc had tasted like cherry cola and chewing gum when you’d kissed him on the swing set not five minutes from his dad’s house, and a year later he’d gotten into a scrap with a boy half his size in the same spot for trying to kiss you there too ( against your will ).

kaeya had taken you home for hot cocoa, your favourite, but he didn’t quite make it the same way as his brother. back then, the younger ‘ragnivindr’ boy hadn’t realised how much his sibling had liked you, simply too blinded by his own unspoken feelings to even notice and get, both you and diluc knew the way you yearned for one another was different than loving a family member or a friend, it was warmer, brighter and more heated. 

he still doesn’t know why he never made a move.

a part of diluc blames the death of his late father, and how easy it was for him to shut out the ones he cared about following the event. he was given everything his father owned at such a young age, shutting down felt like the best choice at the time. he didn’t know it would mean losing you, seeing your somber face framed by the raindrops pattering down on both of you— you were giving diluc a chance before you left for university, asking him for a sign, holding an umbrella over both of your heads as you looked up at him with need.

diluc never made a move and you took the first flight to New York City the next morning to pursue your dreams in professional writing.

you don’t come back after that, and kaeya finds you out there whilst looking for something within himself, and who was diluc to put a wrench in the happiness he couldn’t give you— even if it meant hurting in secret for realising that he loved you a little too late. 

“i’m going to do it anyways, marry her,” kaeya says, once again pulling diluc from the deep pool of his thoughts. “i just don’t see why you don’t approve?” the blue haired male goes on to question. “i can provide for her, i can love her. i can do all the things dad would have wanted me to do for her…” he takes his tea from diluc, blue eyes reading deep into him.

diluc answers his brother with silence, knowing that the younger is already aware of his feelings towards you. brothers shouldn’t fight, bound by blood more so than trivial emotions such as love and kaeya hums, reading deep into the silence.

“that’s what i thought,” kaeya murmurs, with a slight nod of his head. “it’s a shame, i really wish my brother could be there for this important moment.” 

those are his last words to his brother, before departing into the cold rain and leaving diluc to deal with equally cold tea.

you despise the rain for obvious reasons— it reminds you of one of the loneliest times in your life and the sad solitude that followed you throughout your first few months in New York. the rain that had welcomed you felt like some kind of sick prank pulled upon you by whatever supernatural forces were working up above— to make a joke out of the girl who had her heart broken.

however, years later, you’re somehow grateful for the rain now…since it masks your shaky tears when you tell kaeya no.

“i can’t marry you, i can’t move in with you. i’m sorry but my answer is no.” 

the words feel like cotton in your mouth, strange to you and like knives to your boyfriend. or rather, ex boyfriend now. the both of you stand staring, eyes  locked on each other outside of kaeya’s little apartment on the corner of the street— you’re fond of the place, it’s located above a local bakery and always smells like peppermint and fresh bread, you won’t take advantage of the memories you have there. but it can’t and won’t ever feel like a home to you, it’s a shell of a place where you don’t belong and if you’d have said yes to kaeya, you would feel as though you were just a trophy item to be housed on his shelf.

your, now, ex stands on the concrete steps outside his front door, the ones that lead up to his apartment but shields himself from the acidic burn of the rain with an umbrella while you remain soiled to the bone— holding back sobs you know that you don’t deserve to cry. “why?” is all he asks you, not trace or hint of emotion coating his face nor his voice, as if the rainwater has wiped kaeya into becoming a clean slate.

guilt consumes you, since you don’t have an answer. it takes root in the pits of your stomach and intertwines precisely with each of your ribs— thorns sprouting from the stem and prodding at your lungs like a red rose, typically unsuspecting. the guilty flower making it difficult for you to breathe as you hold back your sobs. maybe it’s just that your answer isn’t something he’d want to hear…you can’t move in with kaeya, because you can’t love him in the ways that he wants you too and you’re apologetic for the parts of you that you thought you could. 

kaeya is brave, he is witty and charming and everything someone other than you deserves in a partner— but he is not the man you left in the bittersweet rain before going to New York, the red headed man who was a fool to stand in the rain in expensive cashmere while not saying a word as you begged him to say everything. diluc had turned cold that day, despite the warmth of him that radiated through your childhood memories. and while, kaeya had followed you to New York and claimed to have stolen your heart, you had really left it back in your hometown with the man who had grown up by your side. 

diluc ragnivindr has always been the man you wanted and you know that’s the reason why you could never fully commit to his brother. why you’ve never left a toothbrush or a set of clothes at kaeya’s place for overnight stays, why he doesn’t stock up on your favourite teas because he doesn’t know you prefer it over coffee, why you by candles that smell like sandalwood on fire because they remind you of diluc rather than the minty ones you associate with kaeya. in a way, it’s almost sad— that kaeya would think to propose and ask you to move in without hardly knowing you after a year of dating. 

after spending nearly your entire life as kids together. 

“i-i’m sorry,” you manage between choked gasps for clean air, but kaeya shakes his head so you don’t see his lips tremble as he holds back tears. 

he knows that you are, he’s familiar with your face of regret. it was the same when you lost diluc to the darkness of death after their father passed away and it was the same when he followed you to NYC and told you all about how his brother had been. but, kaeya also recognises the glimmer of hope in your eyes—the same brightness that burned in them whenever you looked at diluc. the younger sibling, he knew you still held some sort of feelings for his brother. 

you’re not over him. 

“you still love him.” kaeya says simply and the rain fills the silence between you, the one that speaks a thousand words.

“i’m sorry,” you repeat, though your words are futile and weak. kaeya had expected you to scream, maybe cry and say that you didn’t mean it— that you really did love him and not his brooding brother. “i’m so ucking sorry, kae…” 

“ah.” 

“i-i’ll pay you back, for the ring. the one i can’t take..i’m sorry i—“ 

kaeya shakes his head again, turning his back to you so he can unlock his apartment— heading inside. “you should go, get somewhere warm before you catch a cold.” you know that there’s a double meaning to what your ex says, like he’s sending you off into the arms of his brother. 

he leaves you on his doorstep, a pathetic mess in the rain— shooting a text to diluc as he does. 

‘you win, congratulations brother.’

on the day that kaeya is meant to whisk you away, take your heart for the keeping— it rains once more and diluc is selfishly grateful for the downpour, hoping that it ruins days and spoils any engagement plans his younger brother may have for you. it’s spiteful, petty— even more so, but the elder ragnivindr son can’t help but bask in the awful weather, though it hides the sadness he truly feels. if you were here, you would have laughed and called it pathetic fallacy and perhaps, that makes him feel a little worse. or better, he really can’t tell.

yet, hours go by and there’s not a word on social media about how kaeya’s plans for you have gone— even though diluc constantly checks. he waits for pictures on your feed or stories, scrolls through and refreshes your Facebook just to see if you’ve updated your relationship status, and still, nothing changes. 

all he wants is a glimpse into your life without him, what he doesn’t expect is the text from his younger brother calling it off, saying it’s over.

and maybe diluc is a little extra selfish for feeling his heart lift at the message notification flashing across his screen.

the redhead is quick to shoot you a text afterwards, asking if you’re okay— if you need anything. for above all else, diluc is still your childhood friend and someone who you’ve been able to count on since you were both in diapers. he would hope that you’d come to him, despite all that you’ve been through. 

and you do.

when the doorbell rings, he flings it open a second later, revealing you and how you’re just as beautiful as the day you left for New York—soaked to the bone by the cool, heavy rain, your makeup a mess, your eyes puffy and nose snotty and still so gorgeous. as if the halo of the grey skies up above make you look like an angel. 

“you’re—“ here. you’re really here, is what diluc wants to say— his mouth already forming the shape of the words before you cut him off.

your voice wavers when you speak, just like that night. “you should have come after me,” you croak, gazing deep into his fire lit soul. “followed me to New York.” 

diluc knows that, it was his biggest regret. “please, just come inside.” he opens the door wider to let you in, trying to entice you with the heat of the fire running through his place but you don’t budge.

“you should have come after me.” you repeat, sniffling from tears or from the cold, he doesn’t know. “so i didn’t have to waste a year with your brother, with my friend, especially when all i could think about was you.” 

the redhead grips the door handle a little tighter, knuckles turning white as the rain beats down on the world outside, on you. it’s humiliating to have you throw this in his face— but you’re so fucking right, he should have gone after you. 

“please...” he says your name too.

“you should have called.” 

“i thought…i thought you needed space! time!” 

his chest hurts.

the rain gets harder.

“i wanted you! god…for fucks sake, diluc! you’re so stupid it’s infuriating—!” you scream in his face, pain in your voice as you step closer to his doorstep. 

diluc’s cheeks flush red with embarrassment, screaming back at you until your voice both hurt. “just come inside, please! before you get sick—“ 

“diluc, for christ’s sake, i’m standing in the pouring rain, telling you i fucking love you and you’re doing it again!” you cry, heart on your sleeve just like it was for him before you left. “why are you doing it again? why won’t you say it back? that you love me—!”

before you can finish, he’s grabbing your wrist and pulling you into the warmth of his home— pinning you against the hard oak door after he kicks it shut, both of diluc’s muscled arms either side of your head. “i do, i do love you,” he damn near sneers, red eyes hooded, causing your heart to stutter in its place. “i burn for you, i always have and you’re right i’m a fucking coward.”

he kisses you then, when he’s done breathing the words you’ve always wanted to hear against your lips. your hands find the thick tresses of his bright and fiery hair— and diluc moans at the taste of rainfall on your soft lips, tongue sliding over the seam and begging you to let him in. neither of you pull away, lips locking and sloppily sliding against one another like you need the action to breathe— pouring long lost words into one another’s mouths, tongues rolling over each other’s. 

“you are,” you breathe wetly, the elder ragnivindr pushes off your wet clothes, regretfully parting from you as he does so— scrambling to shove down your skirt and your panties, all the while spinning you and backing you up into his living room until you both collapse a mess of passionate limbs on the soft rug covering his floor. “d-diluc!”

your body burns brighter than the fire sending warmth through the room, runs hotter than diluc’s heat as he presses his body over yours— fingers fumbling between your bodies to toy with your clit. “i know…shh, i know,” he coos to you softly, though he’s just as riled up as you are— desperate to make you his. “god, you’re so wet and all i’ve done is kiss you, darling.” diluc plays with your puffy folds, gathering your slick and dragging it along the length of your slit to rub into your clit. “you want me? my fingers, darling?” 

“y-yes! diluc please, don’t make me wait,” you sigh, lip caught between your teeth as your back arches from the floor into his blistering chest. he’s temperate compared to the chill outside and the one that you’re used to. he relents, pushing two digits into your eager cunt, thumb taking over on drawing his name against your pleasure nub. “oh…oh—fuck!” 

diluc can’t help the breathless laugh that escapes his swollen and spit slicked lips, when you cry out from his fingers curling against your velvet walls— searching for your g-spot. “there you go, you’re so pretty,” he hums against your skin, smiling when your walls flutter around him and your cunt gushes sweetly into the seat of his palm. “i can’t even tell you how much i’ve dreamed of your pretty hole,” his words are not lost on you, despite how void of thought you might be— feeling him stroke you into shape until pleasure tingles from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. “how desperately i’ve wanted to make you mine.” he says these words while pulling away from you, slipping sweetly between your thighs to suckle on your clit before you beg for a kiss again.

it’s wet and obscene, how he fingers you to an inch of your life, pulling gasps and little moans from deep within your chest along with the tune of lewd squelching cunt. your thighs are trembling, your hands cascading through bundles of diluc’s hair, tugging him to your lips— pushing his face into your neck where he marks his claim on you, removing any traces of your ex ( his brother ) from your body, mind and soul.

you can feel it building, an orgasm twisting knots in your lower stomach— your blood carries mixes of dopamine and sex hormones around your body, sending you spiralling towards your high the more diluc works on you, playing with your creamy sex to his heart’s content. “you gonna cum, love?” he asks you tenderly, finger fucking you faster, licking hotly up the side of your face and into your mouth. “yeah? can feel how you clench down on me so good,” nodding feverishly, you let your nails sink into diluc’s bicep, his name like a prayer on your lips as his digits scissor inside of you— dragging you by your ankles to your impending earth shattering high until….

until he pulls out, slapping three fingers against your pulsating pussy with a gentle pout on his lips.

“not quite yet darling,” you manage to catch him say over the blood rushing through your ears. “i want to feel you let go on my cock, okay?” 

“m’kay, hurry ‘luc,” you babble, your chest heaving and a lovesick expression painting your face as you look up at diluc—spasming from the release you’d had ripped away from you. you barely register his calloused, warm hands slipping under the curve of your ass to pull you into the redhead’s lap, your head spins as he fumbles to pull his heavy and leaky cock from his sweatpants— letting the mushroomed tip prod at your entrance while he steadily pushes into you, the burn of his size setting your nerve endings on fire. 

he’s your childhood best friend, but right now he’s the man you’ve loved your entire life— and though he put you through hell and back, you can forgive him since the way he makes you feel right now has you weak in the knees. your limbs are like jello as you push your hips down, coaxing more of diluc’s girthy cock into your squishy, soaking insides. 

“god— you’re fucking perfect, so beautiful, s-so…oh god,” diluc simpers, finally sheathed inside all of your slick heat. “c’mere darling, c’mere let me love you,” his arms hook around your shoulders to keep you anchored down on his throbbing dick, his forked veins pushing against pleasure spots that only he can discover, filling you with all of his love. 

neither of you will last long like this, both of you shaking and sweaty messes in one another’s arms—diluc fucks you, claims you with slow rolls of his hips up into yours, tip that leaks unbeliavle loads of precum smearing that same mix of milky white against your insides, churning you up and making you see starts. you gasp and claw at his broad back, bite down on his flexing shoulders as the redhead sucks bruises and love bites into your neck— knowing they won’t be fading any time soon.

he hisses when your sensitive nipples brush against each other, when you start to circle your hips and grind your slick pussy down on him in tune to his rhythmic thrusts, his balls heavy with cum just for you slapping up against the curve of your ass. “i love you,” diluc moans heartily, pressing his forehead against your own while your bodies dance together in feverish movements, smearing your arousal against his thighs and stomach. “i love you, you’re so—fuck, you’re so good sweetheart.”

“‘m gonna cum f’you, ‘luc,” you tell him earnestly, hiccuping over the salacious squelch of your pussy as he rams into you— your juices dripping down his balls. “love you s’much, don’t stop…please don’t fucking stop—!” you pant onto diluc’s mouth, hot and heavy while his adoration and lust for you spreads through your body like a wildfire, heating you up from the inside out. 

“yeah you love me…i love you, never gonna stop,” he grunts back, fingertips digging into your shoulders and your waist as he lifts and drops you down onto his aching cock. you’re tight around diluc, locking him into your sweet pussy until he can barely pull out— jamming into your g-spot over and over, sending you both hurtling over the edge as you clamp down on him for the final time.

gentle ‘i love you’s are thrown into the sex tainted air, your cunt streaming with your arousal as you shake and quiver and cry in your lover’s arms— and diluc barely lets you go, filling you up to the brim with thick waves of his hot white seed, his hips stuttering and fucking more of his cum into you. 

“p-promise, promise you'll always come after me,” you murmur against diluc’s lips when you finally come down, sharing a sweaty and teary eyed kiss with hand on his chest to feel his heartbeat steady. “s-swear on it.” you say.

and all diluc can do is smile lovingly, realising the rain has stopped as the sun shines through the curtains of his living room. 

“i will always come after you, for as long as i live.” 

#nyx’s little library #I’ve reread this at least 5 times already #thank you again so much 🥺😭 #i cannot describe how much I love this 🥺

[shinigamiplayroom]

Imagine, early on, after weeks of you intentionally getting on his nerves, the way Aki finally confronts you? Kabedons you so you can't run, leans in, catches your jaw in one hand so you have to look at him.

"Don't think I'm unaware of what you're doing." He says, eyes lingering on your lips.

"Wh-what do you mean?" You stammer.

He leans in even more, barely a whisper away from kissing you. When he speaks his voice is rough, "you want me, and you aren't subtle."

"I-I... I mean I'm- I don't- well yes but-"

He lets you fumble over your words for a solid few moments, his face unreadable which makes you sweat even more; the whole time he's still very pointedly staring at your lips.

"You're cute. Say it properly. Tell me you want me. "

A deep breath and you follow his orders, "Aki...I want you."

And like a dam breaks he kisses you softly, and it belies just a little of how he really feels. He moves his hand in favor of cupping your jaw, tilting your head back softly. He slots a knee between your thighs and presses right against your core.

After a moment his tongue parts your lips so he can taste you, and he groans at that. A sound rumbling in the back of his throat, his other hand coming to squeeze your hip.

You part for air, and lean your head back, exposing your neck for him to take.

And oh how eagerly he devours your skin, kissing, licking, nibbling down your throat, stopping at the sensitive flesh just behind your ear to suck long and hard, a mark to remember him by. And then down more, undressing you as he goes. Your collarbone peppered with pretty Iittle hickeys, your cleavage marked from his teeth and tongue. He pauses at your nipples, teases them slowly. Swirling his tongue around them and pinching the other only to switch sides before moving down further.

He stops at your waistline, then stands straight. You're breathless and needy, and he levels you with that cool, calm expression. "Show me how bad you want me, and I'll give you a reward," he says, and puts one hand on your head to urge you down. When you sink to your knees, he unzips his pants, shoving his shirt up and over his abs, then pulls his cock out.

Pretty, flushed, uncut, and leaking. So ready for you. "Be good and suck."

#oh. #OHHHHHH MY FUCKING GOD #HELPPPPPP #FUCK 😭😭😭 #he’s so #he would #he would do this #a kitten is thirsty

[shinigamiplayroom]

eddie loves polite little angels who say "please" when they want to cum and "thank you" when he gives them his cock.

steve loves greedy little brats who demand he fuck them and dig their nails into his back when they want it harder.

[shinigamiplayroom]

imagine having aki fuck you from below and he thrusts especially hard so you pull on his hair because it’s finally down after a long and exhausting day ……. and he moans and grips your waist a little harder as you leave little kisses down his throat …….. because have you seen this man’s adam’s apple oh my god ……….. and he likes pulling out slowly after the both of you orgasm because it’s so messy and sticky and there’s a string of cum connecting the two of you. because i like to believe he’s a secret romantic ……. and then he kisses you and tells you how pretty you look and asks if you want to get cleaned up …… cooks you some food afterwards and feeds you as you sit in your little dining table sobz and wipes the rice from the corner of your lip with his thumb :’(

[shinigamiplayroom]

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Pantalone has property in each nation. He intends to see you spread out over his bed in every single one of them.

f!reader, established relationship, individual warnings on each piece.

i. MONDSTADT

ii. LIYUE

iii. INAZUMA

iv. SNEZHNAYA

v. ZAPOLYARNY PALACE (feat. Childe)

vi. SUMERU

vii. FONTAINE

viii. NATLAN

post dates tbd

[shinigamiplayroom]

date me, please. oh, we're already dating?

[ kaedehara kazuha x s/o ]

summary: drunk and utterly wasted is kaedehara kazuha. but he's also drunk in love. it's a good thing you are too.

notes: was typing the phoenix fic but i have to get this out of the way so I DON'T KEEP GETTING DISTRACTED GOD DAMN IT KAZUHA | m.list

words: 928 | warnings: alcohol ofc

you're about to punch venti into a pulp.

by the time your group had left the tavern, it was already dark and most of the city folk were already tucked inside their home, with the exception of a few knights and drunkards outside who greeted you a good night… and a concerned look at the boy hanging over your shoulders.

"i want… a ukulele!" he gushed, giggling uncontrollably, "did you see,"—he cuts himself with a giggle—"that one bard with a small… a veeeery small! oh it was a tiny little thing! with strings!"

"yes, i saw love. i was there with you."

the walk to the inn was quiet, only his occasional rambles of traveling, the things the wind tells him, and the random giggles that he does.

archons, he's adorable.

it didn't take long before you reached the inn, lugging kazuha over your shoulder across the stairs and to your room. the man simply fell into the bed like a sack of potatoes, plopping on the soft sheets with his whole weight. yet his face sports a dreamy smile—his eyes are still closed and he resumes his faint whispers of his dreams.

"you better be glad i love you enough to deal with this."

with slacking limbs and weary drowsy eyes from exhaustion—not to mention it's been a long day of traveling for the two of you, with the addition of xinyan—you quickly went around the room to clean up, taking a damp towel and a glass of water with you to the bedside table, taking a seat besides a giggling mess of a kazuha.

"love, are you asleep?"

he muttered something in response, eyes still shut and a loopy smile.

despite the extra weight on your way to the inn, you can't deny that the sight of kazuha being vulnerable and loose—albeit with the influence of alcohol—does not make you feel a little at ease. he doesn't make it look obvious, but kazuha had always been on the guard for something. perhaps it had been a natural thing for him to be cautious and careful even from his younger days, but it certainly makes you happy to see him having his moments to let his guard down, even for a while.

you just hope it won't always be from the influence of alcohol, he can barely handle a few drinks.

you press the damp towel on his forehead, wiping down around his face. your other hand thread through his hair, combing and taking it out from its usual ponytail.

at your concentration and inner state of mind, you failed to notice how his half-lidded and woozy eyes opened to stare at you. sluggish, but desperate to touch you in some way, he wraps his hand weakly around your wrist.

"love?" you glance down at him quizzically.

"am i your 'love'?"

"huh?"

he squinted his eyes right back at you, lips tilted to a pout.

"you called someone 'love'. am i not your 'love'? do you call someone else your 'love'?"

you couldn't stop yourself from huffing, amused. however, this only made him frown, an uncharacteristic whine coming from him and his hand that was holding your wrist flails in a mini tantrum.

"whyyy? why, why, why? why not meeee? are we not lovers?"

"kazu—"

"noooo," he whines, taking your hand to place sloppy kisses on your knuckles, "you can't call me by that name! date me right now! call me love! i love yooou, it's not fair!"

you just hoped that no one would complain about the loud laughing fit you made at this time of the night, but can they really blame you? here he is, drunk and being the most adorable idiot there is. who are you to not find this endearing?

"love—" you grin at the satisfied happy hum he made at the pet name, "—we're already dating."

his smile fell to a shock look, gasping audibly and his eyes lighting up, putting the moon and the lamp beside you to shame.

he looks very much awake—and breathtakingly handsome—despite being wasted.

"w-we are?"

ah, he looks as ecstatic as he did when you first reciprocate his feelings.

"yes, we are, love."

as if to accentuate your words, you litter kisses all over his face, grinning at the chimes of delighted giggles and slight upward tilt of his head. his face is practically asking for more kisses. flustered and pink in the cheeks, yet his drunken state seems to diminish his sense of bashfulness.

"i love you," he sang.

"i love you too, love."

he looks so content right now. his rosy cheeks lifted into a precious smile that only tempts you to kiss them—which you did, as you should—and the happy little giggles that he makes. you place another kiss on his nose.

"get some rest, love. we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow."

he doesn't resist this time—probably because he got his dose of affection from you—easing into a curled position on the bed, your hand is still in his. the smile on his face softens, eyes shutting and his voice more sluggish.

"can you say it again?"

"which one, hm?

"say… say you love me again."

almost immediately, you leaned close to his ear, kissing just above his ear.

"i love you, kazuha."

"aga… again?" he drowsily asked once more, slipping into a peaceful sleep.

"i love you, kaedehara kazuha."

and i'd repeat it however many times you want me to.

"i love you too~"

maybe you won't beat venti into a pulp. for now, at least.

#pls pls pls #the way his hands are STRANGLING my heart #PLS #GOD WHYYYYYY #*sigh* #nyx reads #kazuha my beloved #I love him sm 😔 #my sweet sword wielding poet

[shinigamiplayroom]

choso who sits you on the couch and gets on his knees and worships you like a deity before he eats you out ! ! ! he watches your mouth fall open as he fingers you while his tongue swirls around your clit and mumbles a you’re so precious, so pretty and then he absolutely devours you

[shinigamiplayroom]

(i) things about HOT NEIGHBOUR ! GETO SUGURU

pairing : (very) hot neighbour ! suguru x fem ! reader

warnings : non-sorcerer au, suggestive, pervert suguru (as expected), ulterior motives, accidental flashing, shy reader (because suguru's that fucking hot), suguru the ultimate tease, important note in the end !! also i had too much fun writing this it's a sin

note : my requests are open ! feel free to send some in my ask box

suggestive content under the cut, minors dni

reblogs and comments are appreciated ୨♡୧

HOT NEIGHBOUR ! GETO SUGURU just moved into the apartment beside yours. you just happen to stumble upon him when he's getting his last boxes in, and you felt rude to have stared at him the way you did. you were not-so-subtly checking him out, as a tight navy shirt hugged his undeniably built upper body to contrast the loose black pants, and strands of jet black hair just effortlessly falling out of his bun. you were even more embarrassed when he offered you his hand with a smile, saying "hi, i'm geto suguru. your new neighbour, i believe?", while all you could spout back were stuttered words.

HOT NEIGHBOUR ! GETO SUGURU can't forget about you. he especially can't forget about the way you looked at him. and, it wasn't like many people haven't obviously gawked at him, but he especially liked it when he saw how nervous you got just at the sight of him. "she's cute.", he speaks to himself, going into his nap thinking of you.

HOT NEIGHBOUR ! GETO SUGURU meets you again when you're going up the stairs, as he's going down. you tell him that the elevator would be out of service for a while, even though he didn't even ask, but he appreciates it nonetheless. especially since you said it without even gathering the courage to meet his eyes. his "thank you" catches you off guard, since he ever so briefly placed his much bigger hand on yours, before walking down.

HOT NEIGHBOUR ! GETO SUGURU is also not bothered at all by the fact the elevator is working. while his friends say it's "unlucky" that the elevator broke down since he just moved in, he says it isn’t. he doesn't tell them why, but it's his absolute luck that he often meets you on the stairs, especially when he's going down. why? he feels he's been blessed by the gods that you wear short skirts so often. he gets such a wonderful view as he strides downstairs, while you cluelessly and timidly take steps upwards. he wonders if you've always worn skirts often or if it's because he moved in.

HOT NEIGHBOUR ! GETO SUGURU is surprised when you knock on his door, asking him to help with a light bulb change in your living room since you "can't find your ladder". of course, he comes in to "help you" with changing the light bulb as an excuse to check out how many places he can bend you over. you also asked him oh-so-nicely as you gave him the privilege to hear you say his name when you asked "g-geto, do you mind helping me with something? please?"

HOT NEIGHBOUR ! GETO SUGURU smiles when you offer him something to drink, since he graciously helped you with the bulb. he leans against the kitchen counter while he watches you pour out juice into a glass, only to suddenly walk towards you. you tense up when you hardly feel his wide body against your back, watching as his hand takes the filled glass and he (rhetorically) asks "this for me?". while he chuckles, unfazed by your slow nod, you're still too flustered when he moves away from behind you and stands beside you.

HOT NEIGHBOUR ! GETO SUGURU sees you the next day, both of you just coming home from work. he asks you how work was, how your day was, any troubles ... and you answer every question, but your eyes are glued to your door knob. at first, you don't see suguru smirk, but you're soon sucking in a breath when the man suddenly approached you, similarly to how he did yesterday, and uses his pointer finger to move your chin to face him. your head tilts upwards, since he's tall, and you could see his sly expression crystal clear as he says "it's impolite not to look at people when they're asking about you, y/n."

note : should .. i make this a fic?? like .. of when reader and geto get together? because the concept of getting fucked by neighbour ! suguru is too good to resist.. please say so either through the post replies/reblogs, or in my ask box !! thank you :D

update : HOW DO I TAG ALL OF YOU OH GOD IM ALMOST DONE WRITING THE FIC

SECOND update : i’ll be tagging whoever replies or reblogs !

[shinigamiplayroom]

nothing just thinkin about feitan forcing me to hold a vibrator on my clit while he’s fucking me

[shinigamiplayroom]

𝗦𝗜𝗭𝗘 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞 !

˖˚˳⊹ size kink feat. diluc : zhongli : itto : ayato : childe : yae miko x fem! reader from the 5.5k event special

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw : size kink : vibrator (yae miko)

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗗𝗜𝗟𝗨𝗖

diluc tried his hardest to restrain himself to go too fast and hurt you in any way, —which he would never want—. The desire for your body was making him go insane and his cock turned even harder at the mere thought of it. It was just way too big for your tight cunt! angry veins decorating his girth in an utmost sinful way that was making your mouth water at the sole sight. His tip leaking pre cum that was pooling down the sheets when he got a hold of your smaller body to pull you closer, now hovering over you and sharing each others body heat.

the way your body was glistering with faint amounts of sweat was turning him on even more, lets say it glutted him in a way he couldn‘t quite deciver. He just needed to get you out of his system, couldn‘t go another day without fucking you silly against the soft matress of his bed. His cock enterning you with a single snap forward once you retracted your hips to welcome him further, legs shivering once he helped you to wrap them around his waist. The burning sensation on your lower area only filled the desire to get completely ruined by him, you were so far gone it was almost silly in diluc‘s eyes. His pace was awfully slow, —on purpose—, his massive cock feeling up all spots of your walls, rubbing over that one place that he knew you were going crazy over. Your arms wrapped around his neck to pull him closer and most importantly in for a kiss. It was messy and full of spit and passion, tongue‘s fighting for dominance while diluc gradually picked up on pace. Your juices pooling out of your gushing cunt and coating his cock, leaving a faint ring of white that was only coaxing him on to go faster. Diluc was so happy right now, finally getting what he wanted all the time.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗭𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗜

a little shiver would always wreck you once you spot zhongli‘s cock in his hands, hard and angry while he rubbed it in between your wet folds to collect your juices. He‘s spitting on your cunt a few times to make you extra prepared for his immense cock that you loved so fucking much. Zhongli was always so good to you! but the way he handled himself in bed was mouth watering to say the least. You never experienced love making this intense before or this fucking sinful to be exact.

"you‘re squeezing me already, darling." he‘s saying that with a deep groan, barely a whisper against your face, "you‘re beautiful." his hands pulling you closer to snap himself forward with a single motion. You‘re moaning out screaming at being so full right now, hands flying up to loop around him as a chorus of small chants and praises escaped past his throat. You were a panting mess underneath him, barely able to contain yourself as zhongli picked up a comfortable pace for the both of you. The pulsing in your lower area was only getting stronger, his cock remotely hitting against that spongy spot of yours as it felt like his thrusts were picking up on pace with every single moan that left your lips. Your desperate state spurred him on beyond compare, while you were indulging in his large size. Zhongli was watching you intensely, —couldn‘t keep his eyes off you, even if he tried—, dick pushing all the way in and out as he could feel you loosen up a bit, adjusting to his girth. He knitted his brows together, practically tasting his climax when he bared his teeth at your new way of clenching down on him, finally spilling his seed and emptying his balls all the way down your hole, stilling his movements and keeping himself buried inside you.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗢

itto is always gushing on how small you are in comparision to him. He adores hovering over you and caging you in between his arms, it‘s so adorable how you look even smaller like that! Itto is exhaling sharply once he pushed the tip of his cock past your tight cunt, your legs being quick to wrap themselves around his big body. Itto lifted your hips further to retract them a bit more convenient for his cock to enter, he wouldn‘t want to hurt you in any way and tries his best to make it as comfortable as possible for you.

your fingers slid into his unruly hair, massaging his scalp and pulling him in for a kiss, just showing him how much pleasure he inflicted on you right now. His hips slowly grind forward into your heat as you hiccuped against his length, warm tears pooling out of your eyes to stain your soft cheeks. Your gaze fell to where your bodies connected— and archons, seeing you impaled like this made countless shivers run down your spine. It was so warm too, his cock now fully sheathed into your tight pussy that was gushing over his girth uncontrollably. "Itto." you‘re mewling now, twisting and turning under his brought body while he held you down with his hands, setting a comfortable pace for the both of you and throwing his head back lightly once he felt you clench again. His cock only grew harder in you, squelching noises bouncing off the room in an almost perverted way that had your vision threatened to turn white.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗔𝗬𝗔𝗧𝗢

ayato looked down to catch a glimpse of your smaller figure underneath his body, fisting his cock in front of your glistering folds and collecting your juices as a natural lubricant. He couldn‘t quite remember the last time when he was that horny for you, that needy to feel your walls ingulf him so fucking nicely like you always did. You were so good to him after all! trying your bestest to spread your legs further for his body to properly nestle in between your thighs.

his tip, —that was flushing a bright shade of red—, poking at your entrance and advancing forward. You‘re exclaiming sharply, the mewls only spurring him on to continue to snap his hips towards your heat until he was fully sheathed inside of your warm cunt. The way you were gushing around his girth made a shiver run down his spine, his eyes scrunching shut to relish in the feeling for a moment before he continued to pull himself out, only leaving his tip in before snapping forward again. Your back arched at the way he was fucking you now, ayato always tried to tease you in a way that made him coax the most moans out of you. He adored it when you were vocal with him, he also adored the way you were trying to hold him in despite him being so fucking big inside of your tight cunt. He could do this all day, ruining your body and rutting against it with his big girth when all you could do was just babble incoherent words at him. He‘s truly lost now.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗗𝗘

how could ajax ever deny that he himself needed this. Was fucking desperate to ruin your needy cunt with his fat bulk. Whenever you‘d mewl and whine that he was too fucking big his vision would always get hazy. Your cunt gushing over his girth made his skin shake violently, — almost like sparks of electricity running through his veins and making him crave for more—. Though barely being able to keep his cool, he‘s pushing his cock into your needy hole, hearing you whine again.

his hands flying both to your hips to pull you closer until he was completely engulfed in you, your ass now pressed against him while your face was hidden in the pillows. Oh how much he wanted to see your expression right now, —could practically taste your sinful looks that he knew were painted on your features—. But having you in this position was to die for, one of his hands now pushing your head into the matress, knowing how much you loved it whenever he was rough and needy with you. The power he held over you was almost unbearable, pulling his cock almost completely out only to snap forward. He‘d always make sure to wiggle his hips while being sheathed in you to make you squirm against him again even more. Your fingers were digging against the disheveled sheets underneath you while ajax rutted his fat cock into you now, your juices and his cum making a complete mess on both of your bodies but it didn‘t seem like any of you cared at this point, far too gone and desperate to climax.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗬𝗔𝗘 𝗠𝗜𝗞𝗢

yae has been playing with you for hours how, your legs shivering and threatening to give out while she‘s very much pleased with your obedience. The vibrator in her hands huge and already coated with your slick from previous releases. "Lets go for another one." yae’s saying that with a friendly grin painted on her face, unable to be ignored, "can you release again?" the answer you decided to give to her question was a chorus of babbles that no one was able to deciver anymore.

you‘re mewling once yae pushed the vibrator back inside your tight cunt, filling every little corner of your hole and laughing once she saw you struggle. Her pace was slow, pulling in and out and seeing how you‘re gradually adjusting to the big girth of the vibrator in her hands. Yae is quick to move towards your lips and engulf them into a heated out kiss, her tongue prying your mouth open to gain acess while simultaneously increasing the pace on your poor cunt— which was already sobbing and gushing around the plastic. Your legs began to strain at the sensation, —yae was hitting your sweet spot now—, retracting her hand a bit to push against the bundle that made you cry out her name so fucking sinfully. It didn‘t take you long to feel the knot deep inside your gut tighten when you finally released again just like she wanted you to, coating her hands in your slick when yae finally pulled out to throw the vibrator next to you. Who knows, maybe she‘s eating you out now because you were so obedient and good right now. <3

5.5k event special

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#this is so fucking hot help #oh my GOD #my brain is mush #YAE 😭🙏🏽🧎🏽‍♀️ #jfc #genshin smut

[shinigamiplayroom]

bakugou katsuki did not like it when his neck was touched.

you didn’t know why, not really. you just knew he tended to avoid restricting materials around his neck—collars, necklaces, ties. his hero suit (the winter version, anyways) guarded that area particularly well, and he often snapped at people whenever they tried to take measurements or make him model certain items for hero magazines. he never liked headlocks either, even when they were from his friends messing around with him, and always shut them down quickly.

you knew katsuki didn’t want to tell you the reason why—didn't want to burden you with the clearly deep-seeded issues he'd been dealing with for who-knows-how-long. but you saw the signs, saw the way he reacted and evaded questions like the plague. he was running from something. his own vulnerability, maybe. you could only worry and guess and worry some more. you were just... curious, morbidly so, and this curiosity stemmed from the concern you had for him.

you ended up asking deku one day when the opportunity arose, knowing that he and katsuki had been friends for a long, long time.

"ah"—deku grimaced at your question, one of his hands rubbing at the back of his neck—"it— it's personal. he went through a lot when we were younger." he gave you an apologetic look. and that was all he said on the matter.

deku's words made you drop your inquiring, guilt festering in your gut for essentially going behind katsuki's back to ask about something so... sensitive. but if katsuki wanted to tell you, then he would. you could be patient. and you trusted he could handle things on his own if they got too intense.

but then... the incident happened.

you got called in to deal with rescue and relief while a villain was running rampant somewhere in downtown musutafu. your agency wasn't too far from the devastation site, so you used your quirk to get there as fast as you could, arriving right after katsuki and chargebolt.

the villain looked to have some sort of dark, slippery tendril quirk. there were so many of them, oozing a dark substance as they whipped around and destroyed anything they landed on with brute force. cars got crushed under their grip, lampposts got ripped from the ground and tossed into the sides of buildings. the destruction made your stomach twist, left something bitter in your mouth.

katsuki and chargebolt were focused on trying to subdue the villain. the air prickled with the electricity in the area, made the hairs on your arms and neck stand up straight. the smoke and ash falling from the sky captured the bursts of fiery orange that erupted like an imploding star from sweaty palms.

you felt as though you were caught in the middle of a devastating storm, lightning and its accompanying thunder roaring around you. tumultuous.

you worked fast to get straggling pedestrians out of the way of the fight, ensuring that your coworkers wouldn't need to worry about that particular detail. teamwork, in situations like these, was essential, a sort of trust binding you all together. you trusted katsuki and chargebolt would take care of the villain just as they trusted you would take care of civilians.

you tugged innocents away before tendrils could crush them to the streets, tossed them to safety before debris from crumbling buildings could land on them. it was taxing work for you alone, but luckily for you, other heroes soon arrived on the scene as well.

you became so accustomed to hearing the shooting whistle of chargebolt's electricity, the thunderous detonations of katsuki's explosions, that when they suddenly stopped, your head snapped up.

and you were just able to let out a gasp as you watched a tendril—thick, slimy, constrictive—wrap around katsuki's neck before slamming him into a building next to you.

a repetitive drone, like static in your ears, was all you could hear as you immediately used your quirk to boost yourself up to the collapsing hole katsuki had been thrown through. the tendril that had captured him still extended from the hole like a taut zipline—holding him down, you realized.

before you could use your quirk to cut it, slice through it, you heard a yell—raspy, bordering on frenzied—followed by an explosion that sent smoke and hot air shooting outside from within the building. the villain screeched as the single tendril squirmed and receded from the hole. it gave you the chance to land inside, eyes honing on katsuki who was before you on the dusty floor.

his hands gripped at his neck, clawing, scraping, at the viscous piece of tendril that was still latched onto his skin. tight, tight. he let out another yell and turned towards you standing with your body backlit by the ashy light from outside. ruby blood ran down his face from his head, his body covered in a layer of white from the building's concrete wall. his bloodstained lips were stretched out in a rabid snarl that showed off the watermelon pink of his gums.

but what caught your attention were his eyes—pupils tiny, trembling—the pools of carmine fogged over like hot breath on a cool window. yet they simmered with an indescribable rage that made you feel as though you were being boiled alive.

"get this shit," katsuki hoarsely screamed, voice cracking, shaking on barely suppressed panic, "offa me!"

you leapt towards him and used your hands to rip at the tendril wrapped around his neck. tugging, slicing, until he was free. he sucked in gasps of air like he had previously been drowning, and used his hands to explode the remains of the tendril until it was nothing but a smear of ash on the ground.

you hovered around him, throat and mouth feeling as though they had been lined with cotton. your hands flapped almost uselessly in front of you as katsuki pulled himself to his feet, one heavy booted foot slamming into the ground after another. he refused to look at you, his hair casting his roughed up face in a deep shadow.

"kats—" you started worriedly, but he cut you off with a growl.

"no," he spat harshly. and you could only watch as he took two powerful steps towards the hole before he launched himself through it with a roar. the explosion that followed him shook the very ground beneath your feet.

and once the villain had been dealt with, once all the civilians had been accounted for, you met katsuki in the quiet darkness of his office.

he didn't bother to turn on any of the lights, you noticed, as you slipped inside the room and gently closed the door behind you with a click. the moonlight that filtered through the ceiling-high windows to the left cast a milky look to the area that made it feel surreal—like an angel had ghosted its pale hand across everything. you softened your steps as you silently approached katsuki, sitting at his desk with his face buried in the palm of one of his hands.

you rounded the desk so you could kneel by his side, your hands reaching out to swivel his black chair until he faced you. he gave no acknowledgement of the movement apart from the tensing of his jaw. you rested one of your hands on his thigh, slowly rubbing circles into it with the pad of your thumb.

"katsuki," you said in a quiet voice, too scared to make it any louder for fear of shattering something you couldn't see. "what's wrong?"

he didn't answer, though you saw the way his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly. you gave him a small moment. then you shuffled closer, between his legs, and moved your hand from his thigh so you could reach up to his face and softly stroke his bandaged cheek.

his head moved away just slightly. your heart sank, but you were persistent and chased his motion so you could cup his face in the softness of your palm.

"katsuki," you whispered again, "baby. talk to me."

maybe it was your voice that got him to crack, maybe it was your words. but he eventually exhaled deeply and shifted. the hand that covered his eyes lowered to reveal bloodshot eyes that twitched and watered with all the emotions he was trying to suppress. his forearms braced against the meat of his thighs, his face hovering just above your own as you stared up at his scrunched eyes, his upturned eyebrows. his hair tickled at the top of your head.

you waited. patient. understanding.

"i—" his voice cracked almost immediately and he paused to gather his bearings. he swallowed again and you used both of your hands to gently hold onto one of his hot ones. his fingers twitched. he cleared his throat, but his voice was still gravelly when he spoke. "i thought i— i was past all the shit i"—he bit the inside of his cheek then let out a shaky breath of air and scrunched his eyes shut even tighter—"i fuckin'... i thought i was okay. but— but m'not. and i— i feel so fucking weak—"

he cut himself off and made to turn his face away from you, but you reached up and caught his cheek before he could. you turned him back so he could look at you, really look at you, staring up at him as though he was the only thing that mattered. you gave him silent encouragement to continue, your thumb gently caressing his skin. he took in another deep breath, his chest expanding, then exhaled in a sigh that puffed around your face.

"i jus'"—his voice strained when he spoke again, trembled like a glass of water filled to the brim and threatening to overflow—"i want it t'be over. i— i wanna— be okay." words could not describe how your heart burst at his quiet admittance, scattering apart in a million, shredded pieces.

"and you will," you told him delicately, raising your face up so you could press his warm forehead to your own. he relaxed slightly into your hold and you held tightly onto him as you promised in a quiet voice, "you will."

#I’m not okay #this was so well written #and emotional and just #soft angrily vulnerable Katsuki is my weakness #bless you for this #katsuki x reader #katsuki angst

[shinigamiplayroom]

cw: gn!reader, ahegao, creampie, overstim, multiple orgasms, cum kink, dumbification if you squint

contains nsfw content. 18+ only, please!

diluc has the prettiest ahegao face :(( he does it subconsciously, when he's too overloaded by pleasure to keep that tight self control on his expression, and you swear you could cum just looking at him :(

his brows furrow, just the slightest bit, and his jaw hangs slack. he ruts against you, mindlessly circling his hips, and his eyes cross ever-so-slightly when he feels his tip slip the tiniest bit deeper inside. you know he's feeling good by the delicious warmth of the pre-cum that's practically oozing from his slit deep inside of you, and your thoughts are confirmed by his languid, fucked-out moan.

his balls are so tight and swollen and heavy, and they twitch and throb as his cock spurts more and more pre-cum into you. he's deliciously weak to pleasure, lost in the bliss of your body, and his eyes finally roll back in his head as he cums hard, painting your insides in a thick, sticky white.

still, he can't stop. he needs more, needs to fuck you until your sweet hole is creamy and messy and so full of him that it comes spilling out of you and dripping down his balls. he can barely think, and it's all he can do to remember to keep breathing as he throws his head back, tongue lolling out of his mouth. he's wretched, he knows, but as he feels your walls molding themselves to his cock, he can't help but drool a little.

you're perfect for him, he thinks, and his eyes go unfocused, his entire face slack with the mind-melting pleasure, before he helplessly, hopelessly begins to fuck you again.

#I need #I need him oh my god #nyxluc #the way I am unhealthily obsessed with him #a kitten is thirsty / diluc

[shinigamiplayroom]

Which ones from tokyo revengers are most likely to spit in your mouth?

Oh this is interesting.

𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇

#m.list #taglist #jjk car sex series #kofi

—cw: gn!reader, spitting with consent, cock slapping, hair pulling, ass grabbing.

—A/n: screaming without the s. Not proofread.

—starring: Taiju, Hanma, South, Sanzu, Ran.

#𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐉𝐔

Your mouth was numb but Taiju kept pushing his cock in your throat. Tears formed at the end of your eyes. But he was there. His fingers were there to wipe them off while the other brushed against your cheek.

"You look so pretty, sweetheart." And you did. To his eyes when you were so fucked up. He slapped his cock a few times on both of your cheeks. When all you wanted was him to dominate you, you pulled away from his crotch and opened your mouth wide. He didn't have to think twice to know what your minuscule meant. His hands came to cup your cheeks harshly as he gathered the saliva in his mouth and spat on your tongue. Without a second thought you closed your mouth and gulped it down.

"Fuck if you keep being this naughty, I'd have to fuck you all night."

#𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀

Hanma respected Kisaki but sometimes kisaki just got on his fucking nerves. But being the typed of person Shuuji is, he didn't dare say anything and thought he'll get back to him in his own way.

You heard the main door open from the bedroom. You were still naked, searching for fresh clothes since you had just gone out of a warm shower. Hanma stood in the doorway, admiring your body. Your ass. The way the water from your hair dripped down your torso.

He sprinted towards you, harshly grabbing your ass cheeks. "Fuck, baby. The windows open. Are you planning to putting on a show for others?"

"Wha—Shuuji! You scared me," you stated, turning your head a bit to take a glimpse of his face.

"See? It was so easy to grab you and you didn't even notice. What if it was someone else? Can't let that happen." Grabbing your shoulder, he turned you to face him. His pointer and thumb pried your mouth open. "Let me mark you." You happily let your tongue fall out and his spit landed on it. You looked him in the eyes and gulped it down.

"That's my baby. Now bend over so I can spit where you need the most."

#𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇

South had you pinned to the bed, his boner rubbing against your sex. It was so hard to not noan into his kiss. He wouldn't lie that it didn't turn him on more.

"Shit. You're so sexy," he complimented running his hands through your whole body. He looked at you for consent and you nodded. Why wouldn't you? You needed it. You need him. All of him.

South reached out for his zip, and opened his fly. He was growing more and more impatient as the second passed. Pulling away from you, he discarded his bottoms until you both were fully exposed. He grabbed a condom from the nightstand, placing it in his cock while looking at you.

"Fuck. Do you realize how long I have waited to have you?" He dragged up and down his cock between your thighs. "Tell me you're mine. Just mine."

"I'm yours." As soon as those words left your mouth, he pushed his cock in you earning a moan. You both got into a heavy makeout session as his cock was driving you crazy. He pulled away to pleasure you down there when you noticed the the saliva string was still attached to his lips. You lolled your tongue out looking up at him. He was confused at first but then he smirked knowing what you meant. He gathered the saliva in his mouth and spat on your tongue, and you screamed because he hit you deeper at the same time.

"I'm all yours." You announced once again.

#𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐔

It was the third round that sanzu had lost. All his money went right into Ran's pocket. You remember giggling at Ran's comment of calling your boyfriend a loser. You were sitting on Sanzu's lap.

"Aw. Looks like the king has lost all of it," ran taunted with a sugar laced voice.

"Shut up, Ran. You'll piss him off." Koko ordered, shuffling the rest of the cards. "Give the man a break. He just lost three grands." Everyone at the table chuckled which was tolerable. But you? Oh lord. It pissed him off. Suddenly, the room went silent. The air shifted. And even though Sanzu's face was facing your back, you could feel his expressions digging holes in you.

He asked—no, ordered you to get up from his lap. Something started burning inside you when you saw his psychotic grin. Not another word spoken. Not another noise made. Not another act happened except when he threw you on the table, the stack of poker coins falling all over the place. You could feel the cash being rubbed against your ass. He sucked on your neck, making your mouth fall open. He grabbed the chance and spat on you. You felt yourself getting horny. That was so hot of him.

"Well...I guess this is our cue to leave. Have a fun night you two," Ran announced and everyone left one by one. Now it was just you two in the room.

#𝐑𝐀𝐍

Brothers share everything. So did Ran and Rindou but of course not their lovers. Although it seemed like Rin had a hard time to get this in his head since he kept flirting with you. The entire Bonten knew he was just teasing you and Ran but Ran couldn't excuse such behavior.

He tried to let it slide a few times until he found you giggling at his jokes—that he did not find funny in the slightest—in your shared room.

"What are you doing here?" He asked his brother from the doorway. You both were startled at his sudden calm voice.

"Oh. Just chatting with y/n. I came up with this joke and I had to tell—"

"Oh, yeah. I heard it. I guess my laugh will be delivered in a few days," he cut him off mid-sentence. Rindou never got mad at his brother. And he genuinely wanted to tell the joke since it's always his older brother that comes up with humorous things. But Ran was clearly thinking with his dick when it came to you.

"It's getting late. You should probably leave. We have an early kill tomorrow." His hand rested on his shoulder before grabbing you by your waist and pulling closer. "And we, my love," he cupped your cheeks, ordering you to open your mouth. He made sure that Rindou's eyes were on you too before he spat on you, some of the saliva trailing down your lips to the jaw. "We have to work all night if you know what I mean."

Rindou was both shocked and disgusted as he stepped out of the room. Ran had a smirk on his face and he made sure you guys pulled an all-nighter.

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THE SUN IS A STAR

໒꒰ྀི∗ɞ̴̶̷ ·̮ ɞ̴̶̷∗꒱ྀིა .*･｡ﾟ⌒ yuuji itadori x f!reader. mdni — nsfw / drinking / making out / clit kisses / hair pulling / lazily proofread / 0.6k wc ♱ my masterlist. dedicated to @yuujilove & @yuujispinkhair >3< ily both

on hot summer nights, yuuji itadori drives you up to the secret lookout point in the forest on the mountain. it's his favourite place to take you— he always tells you that the moon looks closest from here— so close that he swears he can touch it. 

he tells you he likes the view he gets from here— you presume of the sky twinkling full of stars, of the forest, of the freeway below, of the ocean a little far off into the distant— but you soon realize what he means when he’s looking at you like you’re a celestial body, like you’re the sun— a sun that he undoubtedly revolves around.

cheesy, but you love him for it.

his eyes never leave your face when he reaches out to pick a star from the sky, smile growing wider at how you shy into his chest when he tucks it behind your ear, his murmured whisper of, “my pretty stargirl,” making you dizzy, sending blood flooding up into your head as if you were being strung upside down.

and then he’s popping open a beer bottle using his teeth, spitting out the cap somewhere (he knows you find it hot), sips being shared between the two of you as he lays you down under the night sky and entangles his limbs with yours while he tells you about his day— no detail left amiss in typical yuuji fashion.

one beer turns into a few more, turns into you situated on his lap as your lips and tongue dance with his, turns into you caged under him on the cargo bed of his rusty old pickup truck. and before you know it, your denim shorts are dangling off of one of your ankles and the backs of your knees are perched atop his broad shoulders, his face in front of your panty-clad cunt.

yuuji shifts his hips uncomfortably, feeling the tent in his pants grow at the heat of your thick arousal fanning over his face and your fingers running through his pink locks as they search for purchase. 

he's nipping and sucking marks into the plush skin of your inner thighs— your breathy sighs quick to join the ensemble of the ambient forest sounds that fill the air. and then his lips are puckered up against your clit over the cotton fabric; your thighs quiver around his ears as a breathless gasp of his name pushes past your lips, and your fingers tug harder at his hair. your ministrations coax a low groan from him, his hips moving on their own when he grinds down into the blanket he has laid down underneath the two of you.

it's dark out, but yuuji still sees the starlight twinkling in your eyes when he looks up at you from this angle. the glow of the moon doesn't do anything to help the tightening in his chest as he admires the state he has you in: beads of sweat on your skin, brows drawn, eyelids fluttering shut, lips parted in a cute pout.

gosh, he swears you're the prettiest thing he's ever seen; he swears you belong in the louvre. no, he takes that back— what’s more fitting is you dancing in the sky as a star— far, far away from the clutches of anyone— anyone but him. 

after all, you’re his stargirl.

a lazy, half-sober smile makes its way onto his face, and he uses his index and middle fingers to push your panties to the side, running his digits up and down your folds to collect the essence that's started to seep out of you. a breathy chuckle of an expletive escapes him as he pulls his fingers back and he sees the stringy strand of residue connecting them to your clit— and then he's prodding your swollen nub with the tip of his nose, lips barely grazing over the slick warmth of your cunt, "gonna let me have a taste, stargirl?"

tnku for reading i hope u luvd it ! let me know if u did thru reblogs & comments :^) ilysm i hope u're taking care of urself <3

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#this was so soft and sweet and just #Yuuji would too #jjk smut #yuuji smut #yuuji itadori x reader

[shinigamiplayroom]

𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗨𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 !

˖˚˳⊹ overstimulation feat. kazuha : zhongli : itto : ayato : heizou : dainsleif x fem! reader from the 5.5k event special

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗞𝗔𝗭𝗨𝗛𝗔

it was as if an amount of unspeakable desire continuously seeped through your pores while kazuha ruined your poor cunt with his skilled fingers. He was so quick with it too, a small grin accompanying him once realising just how desperate he made you already. You looked up for a moment to meet the deep pair of his needy eyes, —that were full with desire just waiting to ruin you even more—. It didn’t take you long to cum all over his fingers yet kazuha didn’t stop like you thought he would.

more so he was getting quicker now, pushing his digits knuckles deep into your hole while you arched your back at the sensation, resulting in your hips meeting his own sloppy movements half way. Every touch of him felt like flames running through your body and you already felt as if you were growing addicted to the feeling. "are you close?" his words accompanied with an almost devilish grin, kissing the tip of your nose before scissoring your tight pussy. The overstimulation made you scrunch your eyes shut, your consciousness turning lighter as you mewled out his name over and over again, grabbing onto his arms for some sort of control, twitching in delight knowing he won‘t stop anytime soon.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗭𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗜

zhongli was so warm and big inside of you, the way your tight hole was fluttering around his girth was to die for. You couldn‘t quite remember how often you already came against his big cock, only feeling all kind of sticky substances pool out of your quivering pussy that was so unbelievably abused by zhongli remotely rutting against you. You could feel the overstimulation rush through your body in big waves, unable to be ruttled away. "one more, darling." he was cooeing against the shell of your ear, voice turning huskier when you mewled sharply over his lips.

zhongli would always chant soft praises whenever he‘d overstimulate you, in a way to calm you down while his hands acted on their own, thumb pushing down on your clit for additional pleasure. He wanted, no needed you closer against his body, cock throbbing over your abused walls as you whined out harshly, body twitching from the additional aftershocks even after you came all over his shaft, a white ring of your juices decorating his cock almost downright pornographically. Zhongli encircled you with his arms, —as if he was protecting you—, while attempting to push himself even deeper into you, the squelching noises bouncing off the room with great ease as a soft yet surely loving praise left his lips.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗢

itto‘s lips kissed you without allowing you to react in any way, his cock pumping in and out of you in fast motion while he hid his face in the crook of your neck, taking in the scent that was so unbelievably addictive to him, couldn‘t get enough of it, really. The way he‘d fuck you was domineeringly, passionately and almost possessively in a way. His warm fingers blended with your body as if it was the most natural thing, now placing his hands against your hips to drag your body against his throbbing cock. He‘s so lost, his heartbeat drumming against his chest in wild beats once he felt you clench and mewl again.

it was happening every so often that he‘d overstimulate you without actually wanting to do said thing. Due to this sudden feeling deep inside your gut, your pussy grabbed onto his girth hard, making the man above you groan out through clenched teeth. His body almost collapsing against you completely if it wasn‘t for his arms holding him up, the last thing itto would want right now was to crush you with his bodyweight. He‘s so close though, so deep inside of you and not to mention warm. You‘re a babbling mess underneath him now, his seed filling you up once aftershocks haunted your body from the overstimulation that took place. You couldn‘t exclaim a single word, it was almost unbearable that you weren‘t able to show him just how good he made you feel. So the only thing you did was grab his head in your hands to kiss him passionately, itto sensing exactly the reassurance you weren‘t able to announce.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗔𝗬𝗔𝗧𝗢

ayato‘s burning warmth blended with you from his palms to your chest, his hands greedily squeezing your breasts and feeling the soft skin unravel. There were no gaps between the both of you, only him in between your thighs, sucking on your poor cunt and licking a straight line from your clit to your hole. Ayato was so messy with it too, you weren‘t sure what made him so horny tonight but you surely weren‘t complaining. The sudden lack of control lifted the air from your lungs, an exclaim coming through your mouth hastily.

his tongue was quickening over your glistering folds, circling his wet muscle every now and then when he met your hole with the tip, slowly adding two of his fingers to bury them knuckles deep inside of you. What had started as a teasing session was now a desperate attempt for you to not come undone too soon. Surely the overstimulation was making it even harder for you to compose yourself, legs lazily thrown over his shoulders and shaking violently against his head. Ayato placed his palms on your stomach, —which cancelled the needy cravings you had for him—, replacing it with his touch. the squelching noises were now unable to be ignored once he sucked harshly on your clit, hollowing his cheeks and pulling away before you arched your back violently, relishing in the overstimulation while ayato held you steady, never stopping the movements on your abused cunt. <3

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗭𝗢𝗨

heizou straightened his back to retract his hips a bit higher, thrusting upwards to meet your cunt. You were so good to him tonight, riding him silly and whining out whenever he‘d particularly snap his hips up harshly, always looking at you with a pair of smiling eyes. You reached down to meet his lips with yours, kissing him soft and delicately. Yet somehow it was hard for you to concentrate on anything else than the hard pace heizou was going for now, his hands put against your hips and trying to hold you steadily while fucking you through your orgasm.

the surrounding air began to feel warmer, harder and not to mention more passionate as you collapsed forward into his embrace, hiding your face in the crook of your nack and moaning out screaming at the sensation he made you feel right now. Your poor cunt being filled with aftershows of your orgasm and now the overstimulation that made itself visible in a heart beat. Sensing the way you unraveled against him, heizou‘s breath grew heavier, in combination with his pace now which wasn‘t getting slower either. The tingling feeling in his groin was hard to ignore as well, —he was so sensitive now—, but he wanted to coax out yet another orgasm from you, just couldn‘t get enough of that expression you‘d always bless him with. The sudden movements made the man underneath you grab a fistful of your hair to make you look at him, engulfing your lips in his own and hoping he‘d be able to conceal his ever so growing moans from you.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗗𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗟𝗘𝗜𝗙

dainsleif gritted his teeth, cock slowly turning numb and abused by the fastened pace you were going for now, your hand currently fisting him through his orgasm. He already came countless of times before, white substance sticking in between your digits and flowing down his balls, staining the bedsheets underneath the both of you in the process. The pleasure that was flowing through his veins was divine to say the least, his hand grabbing onto your wrist to halter your movements but you really wanted to know it tonight.

dainsleif mewled loudly as he felt the overstimulation approach him almost downright sinfully while you were grinning at him with that sweet n nice pseudo smile of yours. You could feel him throb against your hand again, deciding to take his abused tip in your mouth, following it up with hard and rough licks of your tongue around his shaft to make him unravel against your hold. "i’m so close again." he‘s throwing his head back as he said that particular sentence, thrusting up into your grip to meet your pace halfway in an attempt to fight the overstimulation that was causing multiple shivers to run down his spine. You enjoyed watching him struggle like that through your lashes, suckling on his red shaded tip and hollowing your cheeks whenever you felt like he wasn‘t voicing his pleasure enough. Dainsleif knew that it wouldn‘t matter what he did, he couldn‘t control the newish found feeling of being overstimulated by you in any way, he could only and certainly enjoy it as much as he already was.

5.5k event special

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𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

tldr: i'll no longer be posting my work on tumblr, and will become ao3 exclusive

Yeah so this has been something I've been thinking about for a while, and took a few days to really think about it.

At this point, there probably isn't really a need to really explain how interaction and lack of reblogs here is killing the community, I'm sure you all realize that, but for me it's just... really upsetting me. And I think I downplayed how much that was upsetting me.

I stayed here, for a year and a half, hoping things will get better, trying to understand college schedules and holidays and such and I do! I get that, but when its like this all the time? It's painful and not really something I want to continue dealing with. Sometimes it makes me wonder if I don't get anons or asks or reblogs because "am i a bad person?", "is my writing not good?" and to be honest: Im a good person and a good writer, and I don't want to let this site make me think I'm not anymore.

I do have prompts to still get through, and those will be posted here, but as far as... actual fics and such, those will be ao3 only. I will make a post here when I post something on ao3 though, no worries.

Anyways, that's it really. Kinda sorry for whoever this disappoints but also, not really.

#this is understandable on so many levels #do what makes you feel good about YOU #I’m ngl this is relatable af #the only thing keeping me here are the people I’ve met through this hellsite #looking forward to reading what you post on ao3! 💜 #boosting