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[jinglejails]

You can show your love in many ways.

‪‪❤︎‬ Happy Valentine's Day! ‪‪❤︎‬

Eek- it's my first time postin' a "messy" drawin'. (. . ;;;o) I prefer drawin' like this/more traditional; I never show these types of drawings, but I'm tryin' my best to build up the courage to. It's not much, but I hope you like it! .˓ (^  ^;;;o)

Most importantly, I hope you have a super lovely day! : >)

#IT #IT 2017 #IT 2019 #Richie Tozier #Eddie Kaspbrak #Reddie #The Losers Club #Losers Club #Valentine's Day (2024) #Jingles' IT 그림 #Jingles' 그림 #It feels much more freeing drawin' this way‚ too‚ but I've always been too nervous to show anything “messy.” #Real rough sketches n' WIPS I'll never show‚ though. I don't think I can ever leap that hurdle. #Those are comin' to the grave with me ｡ﾟ･(>▽< o) #But‚ yay- I did it ٩(o^ ^o)۶ #I hope to become more comfortable and show more “messy” drawings. (^ ^ o)

[nenchainzz]

hi lauren!! your kiss event is so cute :3 can I req #8 with kageyama pls 💕

Omg hiii Tori <33 Thank you!! And ofc you can <33 (you're always welcome)

Kiss Prompt #8 Kiss Good Luck

For your sweet kiss with Tobio <3

(once again, under the cut since this one is a little long, lol)

You and your boyfriend, Tobio, always have a tradition for his games. Whenever he has a game, the two of you share two good luck kisses.

The first kiss is reserved for when you two are about to leave for the game.

“Hurry, or we’ll be late,” Tobio says as you hurriedly grab the rest of your things.

“I know, I know,” you chant. “Just one more—ah-ha!” You grab your last thing, your cell phone, and join him at the front, where he’s been waiting for you. “Sorry, I’m ready now.”

“You’re forgetting one other thing,” he says simply. Your heart drops, and your heartbeat gets fast.

“Oh god, what is it? Do I have time to look for it?” you ask, beginning to scramble.

“Don’t worry, it’s right here,” he says, bringing one of your hands onto his chest.

“Huh?” you turn to him, confused. Tobio raises an eyebrow as if nonverbally giving you a hint. Your eyes light up, remembering what he means. “OH! Right!” You go up to him and kiss him. Tobio wraps his arms around your waist as you two kiss. You pull away before he can kiss you more. “We gotta go.”

“Yeah, we do,” he agrees; he lets you go, takes your hand, and you both open the front door and run out.

The second kiss is reserved for when you are about to separate at the front of the locker room. Where he will go get changed and ready for the game, and you will go up to the stands to cheer him on.

You two stand in front of the metal door that has Men’s Locker Room #2 plastered on the front. Tobio’s gym bag is slung around his shoulder, and your bag is on the ground beside you.

“You’re gonna do amazing,” you tell him. “I’ll be cheering for you up there.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” he replies, blushing somewhat. “I’ll be looking for you. I promise.” You giggle.

“You better,” you quip. Your hand cups the right side of his face as he gazes at you. “Here, lemme give you some more luck.” You both lean closer and give each other another good luck kiss. You both open your mouths, this time to deepen your kiss as a way to get the best luck possible. You eventually pull away from him and give him a big smile. However, even though you pulled away, he brings you in for another kiss, but it’s short and sweet compared to the previous passionate one.

“Sorry, just wanted to give you one more,” he says when he pulls away.

“Don’t be. I love your kisses, Tobio,” you tell him. “Now, get changed and win this.” He gives you a sweet smile, but it’s also somewhat mischievous.

“You got it,” he agrees, and you two completely separate, and he heads into the locker room. Ready to put the good luck you gave him to good use.

#\^o^/ Answered!! #ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ ˋ)੭ Lauren’s Moots <3 #Tori ‘٩꒰｡•◡•｡꒱۶’ #sweet kisses drabble event #tobio #kageyama #tobio kageyama #kageyama tobio #tobio x reader #kageyama x reader #tobio kageyama x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #kageyama fluff #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff

[fo-sama]

☆彡☆彡☆彡☆彡☆彡☆彡☆彡☆彡☆彡☆彡☆彡☆彡

U ever just

☆彡☆彡☆彡☆彡☆彡☆彡☆彡☆彡☆彡☆彡☆彡☆彡

#no thoughts only f/o ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶ #self ship memes #self shipping #self ship #f/o x s/i #f/o community #self ship community

[iichaeyj]

chae bae !! ok so i remember how we had a convo a while back abt which members best fit the isekau au & i want to know what your thoughts on an isekai au with prince hoon who absolutely despises mc but falls in love with her after she accidentally saves his life 🤭 maybe they're both from nearby kingdoms & have been bethrothed to marry since before they were even born. as both were expected to marry, it was no wonder that they grew up in close proximity, often butting heads. sunghoon had always hated how competitive mc was; consistently participating in his favorite hobbies or trying to one up him. but recently she's been acting completely out of character & he can't help but find himself both suspicious and increasingly intrigued by her actions. after she saves him from a surprise attack, he realizes that he no longer finds her presence repulsive, but rather heart-fluttering instead.

OMG THIS IS SO??? FAE UR MIND IS SO <3 IM IN LOVE WITH U AND THIS WTF

okay but like sunghoon fits the idea of a cold prince SO WELL like it was made for him wth?? like he's sort of always glaring at mc and doesn't like her at all, but after getting isekaied, he finally spends time getting to know her and talk to her which makes him fall for her <3 ok ok so like i imagine he and mc were always like rivals as a kid bc there was like no reason for them not to be? like they're from different kingdoms, they both want to be first in sports (like fencing or smth), they wanna be student president, they wanna be the first in the school academic wise, etc etc. the passion hoon and mc both have for being the best was so intense as a kid that they thought they were rivals and hated each other, but after mc saved hoon and he's like sort of in debt to her and they begin talking, hoon realizes that there's no real reason for them to hate each other. they're bound to get married so why don't they both be first place? rather, he likes the way the mc thinks and admires her for being so strong. and he realizes mc's passion was never a bad thing and he takes it upon himself to change the relationship between them. but, as a bonus, mc just wants to stay away from sunghoon who's known to hate her. mc just wants to live their life and meanwhile hoon is trailing after them 😭😭 I LOVE THIS SM WTH?? WE GOTTA WRITE THIS ONE BAE

#iichaeyj #iichaeyj has replied . . . ☆ #iichaeyj's moots ★~(◠‿◕✿) #fae !! ٩꒰ ˘ ³˘꒱۶~♡ #iichaeyj is thinking many thoughts (^o^)/

[ceridescent]

carribean summer heat — m., wanda

wanda maximoff x female!reader

summary: it's a lovely sight to see wanda maximoff sweating and blushing due to the tropical heat. sometimes it's tricky, because one moment she looks like a baby, and the next, well...you could ask the particular group of people who...but you suppose not. it's impossible they could have seen the hot flush on her cheeks as she handled you then and there, out in the open.

warning/s: top!wanda, bottom!f!reader, dom/sub dynamics, thigh riding, dirty talk, semi-public, mommy kink, use of strap-on, creampie, & teasing.

word count: 4, 300

author’s note: hiiiiii hiiii hiiii i'm so happy i finally have some content to post on my rotting account. ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶ (i did have multiple drafts but i forgot tumblr existed 'cause i had off notifs the whole time since may.) it was a giddy, high school girl crush feeling of me to write this filthy fic. (/▽＼*)｡o○♡ i hope everyone's having a wonderful Hot Girl summer!! or a Hot Slutty summer, whichever you prefer. o(>ω&lt;;)o

18+ only. men and minors do NOT interact.

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the sun rays barely strike your tanning skin, serving only as an illumination toward the breathtaking view of the caribbean sea as you situate on the patio.  

three ivory-colored recliner beach chairs are included in the rental villa, wherein you occupy one whilst the woman who flew a helicopter in saint-barthélemy island, makes piña coladas in the kitchen. a few hours ago you woke up earlier than her, and it was a relieving feeling, of hearing the rise and fall of her breath. a pink blush coated her entire face, unused to the tropical weather. hair stuck on the oval of her face, grinning at how baby-ish she looked. you didn’t bother rousing her though, as you were both selfish for being the sole witness of the rising sun behind the full glass window of the villa, and considerate to allow her more time to rest. 

not long after though, she woke up moaning your name, rubbing a whole limb on the empty space you left behind. 

“you left me,” wanda whined, her eyes glazed and her red lips pouty.

“they gave us fresh coconuts,” you purred, showing her the fruit. helping her sit up on the white mattress, you plant a chaste kiss on her cheekbone. this feels like a true vacation, you thought to yourself, appreciating the beach elements surrounding the entire villa, and the hard-to-miss view of the sea outside. although, the other thing that left you breathless was wanda’s bare breasts, the only clothing clinging onto her body was the thong she changed into right after she showered last night. 

you rested the open edge of the coconut in between her lips, “here,” tipping it upward so she could drink the coconut juice. wanda’s eyes fluttered close, a long and pronounced moan gracing your ears. she covered your hands with her own to hold the fruit, gulping the liquid into her parched mouth. she sighed as she finished, looking at you with a twinkle in her eyes. 

she suggested, “we can eat the insides for breakfast, honey,” bending low toward the bedside to fetch her matching bra. you blushed at the recollection of last night. “i’m sure they have some honey in the kitchen somewhere…” you added, watching the tips of her peaks disappear into view. 

wanda teased, “you like what you see?”, lightly slapping your face in the process in a playful manner. you tried to forget how her plump breasts felt in your hands as you suckled her dry, returning into the present moment of the beautiful day. 

“i would like to eat,” you diverted the topic back into the fruit in your hands, which wasn’t successful as wanda raised an amused brow, pursing her lips together to fight back a smile. you pointed to the coconut to counter her silent reproach, giving her a light blush. “get your head outta gutter, ma’am,” you said and retreated to the kitchen before she could come up with a witty remark, which you’d most likely shut her up with a kiss. 

wanda hums the tune from maroon 5’s sunday morning as she exits the indoor, clutching a wooden tray filled with food and replenishments. a board of charcuterie sits in the middle of the two piña coladas. you gasp at the precise detailing, “i’m not done,” blinking your eyes in anticipation, revealing a coconut with a straw strapped to the side. wanda caresses your hair, gives you a kiss on the forehead as you look up at her adoringly. “help yourself, angel,” she said before pecking your cheek. you mewl and melt at her service, appreciating the beautiful woman even more. 

the drinks are astounding, satisfying your thirst for something cool in this caribbean summer heat, as well as your insufferable stomach—literal paradise—blinding your attention away from the oval-rimmed eyeglasses, but most especially, her gorgeousness in a bikini. “is that-“

wanda maximoff grins like a cheshire cat, “yes, angel, it’s the one you picked for me!” sometimes wanda does it, she sends you a fitting room pic of her in bikinis—and if you were blessed enough—lingeries—needing a different perspective of what looks flattering on her.  

this particular bikini that clings onto her glistening skin is a green tie-front bandeau matched with a thin-string bikini bottom that leaves little to no imagination; highlighting the fullness of her hips down her voluminous thigh. her exposed tight stomach that has a small bruise on the side of her belly button, the heavy cups of her chest. you love how wanda never fails to wear something as if she was born with it and that it never leaves her skin. 

you don’t realize until later that your mouth hangs open watching wanda cozy herself onto the beach chair next to you, laying it all out for the sea to see. 

“oh,” you choke on your own spit, sight glued onto her cleavage. and if temptation could get any worse, sweat trickles down on the valley of it, getting envious (and more) of how close it is to where you want to be. stammering “you look-l-look-so look so marvelous, w-wan,” you gulp down your insistent saliva and grab the cool piña colada, biting hard on the straw as you sip in the flavor to replace the volcano on your tongue, before saying another that would jeopardize this peaceful, sunny day. (although it isn’t bad if it heads toward that direction.)

“you’re sucking so hard on it, princess,” wanda chuckles, “is it that tasty?” facing you now, leaning her weight against her right arm. her cleavage sag toward gravity, you fear it might actually fall off. short-circuiting for a moment, registering her question, her intention, and her innuendo. trying to calculate and rethink your response as you now, gently, sip the straw, sensing the coolness of your throat and skin, staring at the vast sea. 

you turn your gaze on her nose, so wanda would think that you are brave enough to have a staredown with her striking olive green eyes. then you take another hard sip, hollowing your cheeks in the process, at the same time moaning loudly, rolling your eyes back. “oh yes,” you sigh, “it tastes so good, wan! would you like some?”

she grins like a proud mother, “yeah,” reaching for the other glass but you swat her hand away. “nuh-uh,” you spurn, shaking your index finger whilst you stand up from the chair. you take three slow, deliberate steps sipping on the cocktail, not breaking eye contact with her. wanda watches every move in a relaxed position, however, her eyes carry primacy and eagerness—she’s like a hawk with it. 

you bat your eyes at her as you lower yourself down, dipping one knee on the beach chair in the open space of her glistening legs, at the same time resting the piña colada on the wooden tray. wanda scoots facing you, realizing what is up your sleeve. a shiver runs down your spine when she holds your love handles, positioning you in place. you swear to not have done anything but sit, like a moan, when she plops you down against her lap, her grip on your knees reluctant as if she’s trying not to clench on you too hard. 

wanda’s specs tumble out of place for a second ‘cause you clip the loose strands of blonde hair behind her ear, taking your time. she whines, “i’m getting so thirsty!” jerking your body up and down, making your legs quiver, the friction of your cores heating your bundle of nerves. 

sticking an index finger against her complaining lips only to pinch her jawbone to force an opening, without saying a word, you connect your mouth with hers, slowly pushing out the piña colada into her “parched” throat. 

wanda flutters her eyes close and hums at the sensation, gulping it down, caressing your back in the process. sluggish and soft, fingertips against your shoulder blades. upward your hair, combing through them. and finally, your neck, massaging your nape in circular motions. 

when you pull away you return a soft smile, giddy and grateful, reaching for the glass to give her some more. wanda’s wandering hands begin to become playful, toying with your bikini strap, stretching the fabric just to let it strike your skin. you hiss, slapping her hands away, yet she reprimands you with a smack on the ass. you sigh in relief for not having anything in your mouth. 

more perspiration covers her milk skin, moaning at the liquid tantalizing her throat, and you who cannot help but bounce against her, the heat crawling through your body caused by not only the tropical heat of the island. 

“princess, wanda whines, pushing your hips hard to stop you from bouncing like a bitch in heat, “what is it?” acting as if she doesn’t know what you’re asking for. “do you want to ride my thigh?”

or maybe she does. 

nodding eagerly, you slide your hands over wanda’s arms to intertwine fingers, descending to land on her thigh. “don’t let me go,”

wanda shakes her head, relaxed, rubbing her thumb over, “how am i going to play with your nipples then, honey?”

that particular sentence made you grind hard on her, your pussy throbbing in anticipation. it’s all up to you though, so you begin to feel her voluptuous thigh at home between your legs, at home to be used by your needy pussy. “let me play with them, yeah?”

you allow wanda to let go of your hands, although it doesn’t stay dangling and out of place. she puts them around her waist, “there. so you have something to hold on to,” gathering your hair around her grip. “get on it, little girl. give me a great view.”

you do as told. 

somehow, you always need wanda’s approval and permission before doing something that includes her, because it’s different with her. you utterly have faith that she would keep you safe, because most exciting things are dangerous. you become your truest, unapologetic self with her, dependent and clueless. wanda adores it, serving you, treating you like a princess. 

hoarsely, “there we go, nice and slow for now, huh?” wanda stares at your whole frame, your legs automatically spreading wider, draping over the chair. she bites her lip, dragging her fingers over your thighs, as you increase your pace. you squeal, pressing your clad pussy against her thigh, “that’s what i’m talking about, baby. make yourself feel good for me,” whilst wanda encourages you with hunger. 

you whimper, watching her watch you. blood rushes into your cheeks, bowing down to relieve the tension of being under wanda’s gaze, still unused to the pierce of her green eyes. you only look back when she begins fiddling with your top straps, teasing you with her next move. 

you believe you know what’s about to happen and yet she lets them go, cupping your tits with her hands, kneading them into her calloused palms. you topple over at the pleasure, and she holds you up with your breasts, almost crushing them. the action causes you to let out a high-pitched whimper, casually rubbing yourself to take off the insufferable itch in your clit. 

“oh god,” you sob when wanda pries the cups open without taking the top off, only setting them aside, as if she’s washing off sand from a seashell with her slender hands. “oh, oh!” feverishly you buck your hips, and “wanda!” a scream follows as she steps on her heel, her thigh going on a slope. 

“that’s my pretty girl,” wanda husks, “keep moaning for me,” encouraging you. a simultaneous long moan erupts from both of you as she pinches your peaks, rolling them in between her fingers. a hungry grunt vibrates through her before diving into your tit, sucking it full with her mouth. your hand goes straight through her blonde hair, gripping it through the scalp, and then her shoulder where you find better leverage. 

“that’s it-“ wanda huffs, “g-good, good, my good girl,” lost in the pleasure of sucking your chest. “yeah baby come for me-“ 

wanda guides your hips, setting a quick, solid rhythm. she pulses her heel up and down, and then it hits you,

“come for me, pretty girl. come for mommy-“

screaming and thrashing on top of her. 

you crash against her chest, quivering all over, moan after moan tumbling out of your mouth, your hips still moving but at their own accord, with wanda’s hands resting on your buttcheeks. wanda hums when you quiet down, the vibration reaching your nipples, grazing you with a scream, cum dripping out of you. “dirty,” you mewl, referring to your soaked and sticky bikini bottom 

wanda groans, “all mine,” palming your pussy through it, shoving her lips onto yours. you happily obliged, probing your tongue in her mouth, which she gladly accepted. massaging them together, suckling, and then nipping her lower lip, brushing your noses together. 

“mhm!” you squeal as you pull away, giving wanda a radiant smile. she pinches your cheeks and pecks your nose. “okay then!” she claps her hands together, an eager woman with a plan. she kisses the side of your neck just below your ear. she pulls you away from her, settling you down in between her legs.

she gets up, get cozy, princess, mommy’s just gonna take something inside, okay?”

“mommy,” you whine, “can i come with?”

“no no, princess. it’s a surprise for you, okay? i’ll be back before you know it!” and then she’s gone. 

you probably should have added “please” then she would’ve surely brought you in with her. but you do entertain yourself with the little time alone: rearranging glasses back in place, disregarding your wet bottom because wanda would take it off as usual, and finish the cocktail. you also spooned a bit of the coconut’s inside. 

a loud chatter pulls you away from your little bubble, a group of people jet skiing echoing through the space. multiple arms wave in your direction, a booming “HELLO” as you wave back, blush coating your cheeks. you push your legs tight together. realizing the openness of the patio, you make a double take behind the place wanda has disappeared off, knowing that there’s more to come out of after your stunt, and most especially that you have brought her dominant side out here. 

you drink wanda’s piña colada to pacify your nerves. 

wanda isn’t scary, per se, she just gets super duper mega hot and towering—sometimes to the point of la petite mort—but this time the possibility of somebody else kayaking their way into your location makes you palpitate.

kayaking, the deliberate effort of rowing through this calm ocean—the agonizing trail of the canoes—it is something worse than a damn jet ski. this is driving you crazy!

“i’m sorry for the long wait, my darling. mommy couldn’t find it for a while ‘cause she’s thinking about you…”

you take a huge gulp, refusing to look at what's behind you. a hand ghosts on top of the beach chair. “it’s okay, wanda, i like the view here…”

“i know, princess. but it’ll look nicer if you see what mommy packed for you!”

this is her cue to come forward, blocking the peaceful view of the sea, showing her thick strap. you roll your eyes back, trembling all over, making her chuckle at the expected reaction, taking your hand to stroke her cock. 

“i love the sound of your whimpers, baby. shows how much effect i have on you,” wanda husks, her desire of giving it to you palpable, because she dirty talks her way into your pussy as she does so. you gasp, “it’s big,” gripping the tip, feeling the faux veins coating the shaft. “you can take it, princess. i know it.”

“i don’t think so…” you dissent, shaking your head, at the same time anticipating it. but surely you can’t take it in you, it’ll hurt so bad. wanda shakes her head and palms your drenched clothed pussy before setting it aside. 

she puts a finger in without warning, making you arch your back, a cry “mommy!” leaving your shocked mouth. 

“now you’re calling me mommy,” she gives you a disapproving look, but urges you on smiling at the motion of you sucking her middle finger in fully without resistance. “i knew you’d be so wet, so i didn’t bring any lube.”

wanda takes her finger out and puts it in her mouth, moaning at the sweet taste of your cum. “mmm, i might just have to eat you out instead. would you want that, my princess?”

you nod your head rather aggressively, your face contorted in desperation. anything not to take her monster dick. however, wanda must’ve noticed your not-so-subtle calculation because she changes her mind, shaking her head, trying to hide her cheshire smirk. 

“no,” she hum, “i think my tongue can wait for this sweet pussy. ‘cause then what’s gonna keep my baby girl’s boobs occupied?”

a squeal leaves your mouth as wanda drags your legs to the edge until it’s draping off the chair. you stick your legs together in the wind, your cum glistening on your pussy. wanda traces the slick that coats your inner thigh, just to get a rise out of you. she bites her lip in anticipation as she lubes her cock with your pussy juice, rubbing the tip over your clit. 

“fuck,” she moans, “listen to it,” slapping it the toy against your pussy. “mommy,” you could only respond, already over the whole teasing fit. “please!”

“please what, princess?”

“plea-pl-“

she chuckles. wanda groans as she lines her cock in your opening, “use your words, darling. makes it easier for us,” waiting for you to vocalize. 

you fling your hand forward to intertwine them with hers. “please fuck me, mommy. pleaseplease fill meplease!”

wanda whimpers.

“that’s my good girl.”

she enters you slowly, encouraging you to take deep breaths as she spreads your hole, tearing you open to get used to the size. your brows knit together at the sharp pain, mewling at the sensation. wanda peppers kisses all over your neck and jaw, distracting you from the initial process, “hey, hey, baby. it’s okay, mommy’s here–mommy will take care of you.”

your “thank you” gets swallowed by her lips, capturing yours in a languid tango, firm and warm in the tropical heat. your eyes flutter close alike battling sleep as, fighting the urge to just stay open because if you stare long enough at wanda’s eyelashes, you would be able to count them, but you settle with feeling it caressing your cheekbone. she breathes you in with each inhale, her hands coming to your cheeks to get a hold of you even more. you let out a keen for the numerous times she bites your lip, sliding her tongue in when you moan at the first thrust. 

you break the kiss, “mommy,” giving her a pleading look. “please.”

she presents you a peck and nods her head, “oh yes,” beginning a pace. “is that okay, princess? does it hurt?”

“little only now, mommy. i like it,” you reply, taking her tongue in yours again. 

“yeah?” she pulls away from the kiss, “you like mommy grinding down on you?��� pushing in her length harder, her pace controlled. you hear the beach chair thud against the movement. your tits bounce at the same time, whimpering, tugging her hand, “faster please-“

“no, no. mommy’s gonna take her time, my love. i need to feel every inch of you before we get back. fuck! i’ve never fucked you in a bikini! it’s been in my bucket list for months now and i could finally-!”

wanda finds her pace, a grunt leaving her, pumping deeper into you, “-do this!” a cry leaving your swelling lips as your back arches in the process, her cock stuffing you full. “thank you, feels so good,” you slur, eyes rolling back, seeing the blue of cloudy skies. you think you begin to drool. 

wanda makes an incoherent statement, her lower lip bitten to hold back her moans. a bucket of sweat forms on her forehead, little bubbles that slide down through her forehead and blushing face. her hair tangles in knots like a wet mop, clinging against her back. 

her hands slither through your body, tracing patterns on your stomach, playing with your belly button. “you’re welcome,” she sighs, “anything for my favorite lady,” whispering over your ear, her hot puffs making your spine quiver. she nibbles your earlobe. 

and your neck, sinking her teeth into flesh, planting a bruise, gripping your waist tight to pull you forward to meet her pounding. “ah fuck, wanda!” you yelp, as she stretches your pussy hole open and full. bucking her hips with no abandon, chasing that high that belongs in between your legs, her primal urge to please you—to hear you scream her name in your favorite vacation spot—to make you come apart only for her to build you back up. 

“oh baby, uh,” wanda keens, clipping her hair out of the way of seeing you fucked out, “play with your tits, y/n. come on, please! show me your pretty bits,”

a high-pitched moan sounds out of you from wanda’s desperation, mimicking her movement a sex ago, setting your cups to the side. your fingers shake as you pinch and roll your nipples, your moans getting higher and prolonged the more you tug at them. your whole body spasms, thrashing under wanda who makes it her life’s mission to make you come around her cock. 

you hear her chuckle close to your ear, licking a column of your neck, peppering kisses down onto your chest, replacing your fingers with her lips and tongue. 

“so hard, so ha-“

“harder!” you sob, jackhammering your hips to meet hers, every snap ending with the sound of your juices thwacking around wanda’s big dick. 

“hey, hey, princess look,” wanda slaps your face lightly to catch your attention, at the brink of tapping out, your brain unable to cope up with the situation anymore. you push your hoods open—screaming at the shock—the sight of wanda’s bare breasts bouncing up and down, looking so supple and fresh. 

“mommy,” you whine, “i wanna suck you,”

how you managed to let that out you don’t know. 

wanda whimpers, “oh baby,” purring as she downs her pace, “here princess,” taking one tit and holding in front of your mouth, “suck mommy good yeah?”

you only nod your head, speaking less to more. your mouth envelops in the hard peaks of the older woman, flicking it with your tongue before you actually suck it. wanda lets out a shaky breath, “y-yeah princess. be a good girl for mommy-“ driving her cock in your wet cunt in one swift thrust, frantic to hear you once more. 

“y/n!” wanda writhes, the only leverage she has over you is her hands clenching your sides, “fuck fuckfuck me- mommy’s so close princess-!” screaming along with you.  

“mommy, mommy,” you slur, attempting to wrap your legs around her waist but it’s too imposible with the energy you have. although wanda takes notice, helping you, wrapping one leg around her, whilst the other takes your hand the way you intended to in the first place. “yes, princess. mommy’s clo–come with me, please? come with me m’kay?” 

repetitive words tumble out of wanda’s lips with the way her mind untangles as well, lost in the pleasure of having you fucked brainless. her tit falls off your mouth when you fling your head back, nearing into your climax. one more thrust—

a familiar loud chatter enters your hearing, pointing toward your direction, wanda noticing the same thing as she pauses for a beat, and before shame could creep into your head, she jolts her hips recklessly, fucking you with a few visitors. 

“fuck yeah? we got an audience, baby. better give them our best sho-“

wanda chokes out a sob the same time as you, convulsing and trembling together at the climax. multiple expletives grunts out of her filthy mouth, complementing your sputtering. 

wanda screams the same time as you do, crashing together. multiple expletives come out of her filthy mouth, complementing your whiny sounds. 

“m-mommy!” you whine, drool dripping out of your mouth, “please–“ wanda grinning down at you, the loud chatter that once was powerful now weak and non-existent. “yes princess?” she purrs, washing the orgasm out of you. “i think you made them shut up, baby,” she chuckles breathlessly, her face red and wet. “but…we’re not done yet.”

you whine, exhaustion already painted all over you. “nope,” wanda pops the p and fixes your disheveled hair. you look so fucked out, not even a workout excuse is going to hide that. 

“i just…” wanda takes her time to come up with something, a sugarcoated truth, maybe? or a white lie?

“…i wanna put all my cum inside you,” she lets out quietly, batting her eyes at you. 

you cry with your legs spread open and shaking, ropes of cum filling your pussy hole. wanda giggles and moves her cock in a sensual pace, making sure nothing goes to waste. 

“i’m so full mommy!”

“so full of my cum! how does it feel being filled with cum, huh, princess?”

you can barely open your eyes at this point, but wanda insists, slapping your face lightly to catch your short attention span. “you like it?”

“yes, mommy. makes me wanna suck you,” you whimper as wanda moans. “i’ll fuck my cum in you some more and then i’ll get to fuck your face?”

“yes, you offer breathlessly, drifting off. she takes your chin so you could face her, “no, no,” giving you a demanding look, “yes what?”

she puts her thumb in your mouth and you automatically suck. “yes, mommy.”

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[flakedrop]

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⋆ 𓆩♡𓆪 ⋆ 𓆩☆𓆪 ⋆

‧₊˚✧♡✧˚₊‧

➥⵿꒷꒦ᤱ᪼␥᩠ᤱ˚༘·𖧵ฺฺ݊ ።❍⃕⃟᎒⃟̀ ི⿻˟⃟🖤̻̻͓͓⊹͢₊꧇❁〬‧໋݊𖠵ฺ۟·⸼۪❀˟̫ː₊̇°˟̫ː

𔓘 𑁍 𖡎 ֍ 𖣠 𖦹

❁

𑑛/ᐠ . ̫ .マฅᰔ

(*ฅ˙ ˘ ˙ฅ*)

(𖦸▿𖦸)*･

ᰔ꒰ ⬤⤙⬤ ꒱ᰔ

▒▒⃝▒⃝▒⃝▒⃝▒⃝▒

⿻˟⃟🖤̻̻͓͓

❨စૄစ❩

૮ • ﻌ - ა

₍ᐢ. ֑ .ᐢ₎

₍ . ̫ .₎

₍ . ˬ .₎ 𖥧 ˒˒.

⸜( ˙꒳˙ )⸝.*☆

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(◍╹ꇴ╹◍)つ─━━━━━✮

(˃▿˂๑)

( ˃ 𝅒 ˂)៸

ꕤ*𓈒𖧷 ⁺.

(ᐡᴗ ̫ᴗᐡ)

( ֊ ̫֊ )

｡:+* ﾟ ゜ﾟ *+:｡:+* ﾟ ゜ﾟ *+:｡

(˙꒳˙ก̀)

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⋆⁺₊⋆꒰⑅ᵒ̴̷͈ ᵕ ᵒ̴̷͈⑅꒱⋆⁺₊⋆

₍ᵔ. ˛ .ᵔ₎

‹𝟹

❉｡◌ ◦۪۪̥.

⁕ ◦۪۪̥ .*̊ ᛫  ִֶָ

·⋆᛫ᛜ:᛭:ᛜ᛫⋆·

˓ ˖ ࣪ ִֶָ ⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ⭒

(◉𝅒◉)

ʕ⏑-⏑ʔ

𒀱ꪳ

✫✪✫✪✫✪✫

𒅒

𒈒

๖ۣ•҉ههههه

❥»⋆

૮₍ ˶• ˔ •˶ ₎ა

₍ᐢ˶• ˕ •˶ᐢ₎

ꜛ ꜜ ͎⭏⇢⋰ 

꒰❛ั ⩊ ❛ั ꒱

𔘓𓂃 ִֶָ

(ˊ· ⩊ ·ˋ)◦۪۪̥.

( ◕◡◕)⃗ ·ִֶָ̩۪۪۪⭒͙

ະ⁕ ִֶָ𝅅✴︎

( ˙ ꒫ ˙ )

(⁎•ᴗ•⁎)

( ･᷄ ֊ ･᷅ )

꒰꒰ 𐂐*⋆.(๑•𝅒•๑).⋆*𐂐 ꒱꒱

ฅ₍՞•ﻌ•՞₎ฅ

₍ᐢ · ̫ · ᐢ₎

꒰◡̎꒱

૮₍ ˆ ﻌ ˆ ₎ა

(◠⩊◠)

( ⁰ ⩊ ⁰)*ִֶָ۪۪۪̊⭒·̩͙⸰ ͙ࣳ

͙ ⭒͙ ⭒͙͙ ⭒͙͙͙ ⭒͙͙͙͙ ⭒͙͙͙ ⭒͙͙ ⭒͙

ฅ(• ﻌ •)ฅ

ꪔ̤̥ ꪔ̤̮ ꪔ̤̫

꒰•̤ ˕ •̤*꒱

ʚ₍ ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ ₎ɞ

𓏬 ⋮ 𓏬 ⋮ 𓏬 ⋮ 𓏬 ⋮ 𓏬

(˶ҩᆺҩ˶)

( ˙ ^ ˙ )ゝ

(｡•ᴗ•｡)𖤐´-

( -◞ - )

( ⋅֊⋅ )

ദിˆᵕˆ)

◡̎𔓘

꒰ີ˶• ˔ •˶꒱ ິ

ꔬ(๑ ˆ ▿ ˆ)꜆ ܸ ‪

( ·̑ ⩊ ·̑)

₍ᵔ･•･ᵔ₎

 (்ͦ ⩊  ்ͦ)

( ˃́ ⩊ ˂̀ )

(｡ˆ ꈊ͒ ˆ｡)

₍ᵔ · ⩊ · ᵔ₎

(⁎˃𖧉˂⁎)

ҩ༚̮ҩ

˓˓ (̨̡⁰̛꒳⁰̛*)̧̢ ˒˒

(⬮ᆺ⬮ᶹ)｡

꒰ི𖧹 ⩊ 𖧹ྀ꒱

(⩌ᯖ⩌ ᶹ)◞

◟⁽ˆᵕˆ ⁾⸜

˓˓ (̨̡› 𝅒 ‹ )̧̢ ˒˒

ˈᵕˈ

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(ᴖᯖᴖᶹ)

ㅤ ⃘♡⃘ິ ㅤ᳤ ♡᳣̶ ㅤ⁰₀ᰱ︨♡ᰱ︧₀⁰ㅤ

(ᴗ͈  ̫ᴗ͈)

◝(≍ꔸ≍)◜

.•*ㅤ᳤ ♡᳣̶ ㅤ*•.

(,,ᴗ ̫ᴗ,,)

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₍ᵔ𐐫ᆺ𐐫ᵔ₎

( ≻ ⩊ ≺ )

⋆ ˚｡⋆˚⸜(｡்॑ͦᗜ்॑ͦ｡)⸝ ˚⋆｡˚ ⋆

ʕꔸﻌꔸʔ

o̴̶̷᷄ ̫ o̴̶̷᷅

(˶• ▿ •˶)

( › ⩊ ‹ ) ♡*

(⚈ ⩊ ⚈)

꒰⁕⁰̛ꈊ͒⁰̛꒱

(𓏗˓˳𓏗)ᵎᵎ

(⚈𖧉⚈)~❤︎

♡(っ*ᵔ꒳​ᵔ)ˆᵕˆ*c)♡

⠀̆̎

⠀̐̈

₍ᵔ • ﻌ - ᵔ₎

(˃̣̣̥᷄  ̯ ˂̣̣̥᷅ ◦)

( ˈ ⍛ ˈ )

꒰˵•꘍•˵꒱

꒰˶• ᤱ •˶꒱

૮₍｡⬤ ꞈ ⬤｡₎ა

..̯

ପ꒰ ˙ - ˙ ꒱◌.*

‧º·( ˃̣̣̥ ˓˳ ˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

ᕙ(•̀‸•́‶)ᕗ

(* ⁰̷̴͈ ⩊ ⁰̷̴͈)

( -᷅ ⤙ -᷄)

ᶠᶸᶜᵏᵧₒᵤ

(˙ᴖ˙ก̀)

꒰｡ᵔꈊᵔ｡꒱

꒰𐐃ᯖ𐐃꒱

( ⋅  ̯⋅ )

˳⋆( ｡• ༝ • ｡ )⭒ִֶָ

(ᯫ⏑᳐ .̫⏑᳐)

꒰｡◠ ꎴ ◠꒱𔘓◦ִֶָ 

₍ᵔ˶• ⸼ •˶ᵔ₎

˳⋆ ฅ( ˙ ꒳ ˙ ฅ)⭒ ִֶָ

ִֶָ  ˑ ˖ * ⸼ 𐀣 ⸼ * ˖ ˑ ��

*.∗̥⁺(⌒‿⌒)*.∗̥⁺

꒰｡𖧹 𖧉 𖧹꒱

ˑ ˖ * 𓈒(ʚ̴̶̷̆ˬʚ̴̶̷̆)⸼ * ˖ ˑ

ฅ( ⋅ ᆺ ⋅ ฅ)

･:*(ᤱő⩊őᤱ)*:･

( ȏзȏ)

꒰ʚ̴̶̷ᆺʚ̴̶̷ᶹ꒱ ₎｡

˳ . ᤱ⭒ᤱ . ˳

₍̫̫ᵔ ˲  ̫ ˱ ᵔ₎ ̫̫

( ˙◞˙ )

ʕ̢·˔·Ɂ̡̣

ฅ( ˙ ꒳ ˙ ฅ)⋆⁺ ๋₊𝅄

ˁ ˙ꈊ͒˙ ˀ

⁽˙⁸˙⁾₍.₈.₎

(ᐡ - ﻌ - ᐡ)

( ᴗ͈  ̫ᴗ͈)◞

( ›⤙‹ )

.·˖*𖠌*˖·.

ꔬ(͒ ꜆ ܸ ‪⁰́꒳⁰̀ )͒

ฅ(･¨ U)

(* -˔-)

ˁ ˙ ꒳​ ˙ ˀฅ

໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა

(.  ̫ .*)

(͒ °꒫ᑦﾞ )͒

(৹˙꒳​˙ฅ)

♡̤̮˚

꒰ʚ̴̶̷̆⩊ʚ̴̶̷̆꒱

(´. ̫ .`)‬

❤︎(⃔ •ᆺ•｡)⃕↝

( 𖧹∘̬𖧹)

.‎˖٭(● ᎑ ●)٭˖.‎

· ᴗ̵ ·

₍.¸.₎

꜀₍.  ̫.₎꜆

'᎑'

ฅ(• ˕ • ฅ)↝♡

꒰◕ฺ  ̫ ◕ฺᶹ꒱｡

( ˘￢˘ )

( ´･▿･` )

꒰｡• ᎑ •꒱*✩

(-.- ᶹ)˞

꒰*்꒳்*꒱

૮(｡・ﻌ・)ა͙ ࣳ ⸰ֺ⭑˖

(ᯫ⏑᳐ ̫⏑᳐ᯫ)

˳ ִֶָ ˳ ִֶָ ˳ ִֶָ ˳ ִֶָ ˳

₍.  ̫.₎

ｰ( ˙𝅒˙ )ｰ( ˙᎑˙ )ｰ( ˙⩊˙ )ｰ

(๑● ▿ ●๑)

*｡.(♥ᵒ꒳ᵒ*)人(*˙꒳˙♥).｡*

(..-⩊-..)

(｡・▾・)

(•𝅒•)♡

(๑ơ ﻌ ơ)♡

(ᐡ-ܫ•ᐡ)

(◔⩊◔ )

( ິ◕ ˕ ◕ )ິ

(๑・ᆺ・๑)✬ ‧ ₊ * 𓂂 .

(０ᴗ０)

(ᐡ - . - ᐡ)

(≍⩊≍)

( ໊੭˃̶͈ꀧ˂̶͈)੭

(´・ ˒̫̮ ・)

(˶⚈  ̫⚈˶)

(*Ơ ̫ Ơ*)⚝ˎˊ˗

꒰⁕⁰̛ ˒̫̮ ⁰̛꒱

⋆⁺₊⋆꒰⑅ᵒ̴̷͈ ᵕ ᵒ̴̷͈⑅꒱⋆⁺₊⋆

(ᐡᴗ ̫ᴗᐡ)

( ˃ 𝅒 ˂)៸

꒰ o̴̶̷̥᷄  ̫o̴̶̷̥᷅꒱ . ♡

( ˙ ꒫ ˙ )

( -◞ - )

𓏬 ⋮ 𓏬 ⋮ 𓏬 ⋮ 𓏬 ⋮ 𓏬

ʕ⏑-⏑ʔ

(◉𝅒◉)

𖥧 ˒˒.̤

⿻˟⃟🖤̻̻͓͓

( ˙▿˙)(˙▾˙)(˙▿˙ )

ּ ᩚ. ⃟⃟⊹ᝰ

𔘓⃗ ·ִֶָ̩۪۪۪⭒͙

ˑ ˖ * 𓈒(ʚ̴̶̷̆ˬʚ̴̶̷̆)⸼ * ˖ ˑ

(˵ᵕ̴᷄ ᗜ ᵕ̴᷅˵)

 ִֶָ ۪۪̥. ִֶָ◦۪۪̥.⃗ ·ִֶָ̩۪۪۪⭒͙

(－.－)...

ᑦ(⁎◕ ˕ ◕)ᐣ

*ﾟ✲ฺ ٩(* ˙ ˘ ˙ *)۶✲ฺﾟ*

₍ᐢ._.ᐢ₎

(࿁˙꒳​˙ )ꪳ ̯ﾞ

( • 𝅒 •)♡

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( ˃ᴗ̵˂ )

ᰔ𐅼(◕ ▿ ◕ )

₍ᵔ •ܫ• ᵔ₎𔘓

𐅼‧✶𔕱𔖄𔕱✶‧𐅼

₍̫̫ٛ ˲ ̭˱ٛ ₎ ̫̫

₍ᵔ.  ִ.ᵔ₎

◡̈

◝(° ꒳ °*)◜

( ֦ơ⩊ơ֦ )

(𐐫⩊𐐫)

(ꄱ⩊ꄱ)

𓆩❤︎𓆪

̤̮ ̤̫

( ⌒⤙⌒ )

( ợ ⩊ ợ)ᰔ

꒰❛ั𖧉❛ั｡

⸼۪̆̎

₍ˆ꜆ .  ̫.ˆ₎꜆

( •͙ 𖧉 •͙ )

┈‧⁺̣˚̣̣*̣̩⋆̩·̩̩୨˚̣̣̣̣͙୧·̩̩⋆̩*̣̩˚̣̣⁺̣‧┈

𔓕  𔒴  𔓘

▩⃕͜ꦿ૰￫.・*・⭏

｡۪۪۫۫⤨

𔓘 𑁍₍ᐢ. ִֶָ .ᐢ₎𑁍 𔓘

❍⃕⃟᎒⃟̀ ི✩

･ ༝ ⋆ ⑅ ▸◂ ⑅ ⋆ ༝ ･

♡̩͙

✫ᝰ

▒▒⃝▒⃝▒⃝▒⃝▒⃝▒▒

₊ ·˚₊˚· ₊

( ⬯⩊⬯)༝﹡˖˟₊⋆‧*̊.+•₊ .̩͙

‧⁺ ⊹˚.⋆o(ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)o‧⁺ ⊹˚.⋆

꒰ 𐐫⩊𐐫꒱⋆ . + • ₊ ｡ .

｡ ༝ ᚼ( ᵕ͙ ⩊ ᵕ͙ )ᚼ ༝ ｡

૮꒰˵˙ ᵔ ˙˵꒱ა

꒰ີമܫമ꒱ ິ

៸៸ ˚̩̥̩̥ ｡･ﾟ• ₊⋆ﷻ

( ·︵· )

٩꒰˙ ˘ ˙ ꒱۶~♡

ະ̽▹꒰๑മ⩊മ꒱⊹  ִֶָ

·᛫⋆ʕ ̳• ⩊ • ̳ʔ⋆᛫·

ᢄ 𑊃 ⩊ 𑊃 ᢃ

꒰｡⬤꘍⬤꒱

(⭒• ᴗ •⭒)

⚞(⬮⩊⬮)⚟

( ≥ ⩊ ≤ )ᰔ ࿔

(𐐫⩊𐐫)⁕ ۪۪̥᛫ ִֶָ.

(｡･᷄ ̫ ･᷅｡)

⿻˟⃟🖤̻̻͓͓⊹͢₊꧇❁〬‧໋݊𖠵ฺ۟· ⃕⃟᎒⃟̀ 𖡎ֶָ▒⃝⃝⃤ ִֶָ̫

ꔬ(͒ ꜆ ܸ ‪⁰́꒳⁰̀ )͒⁕ ۪۪̥᛫ ִֶָ.⋆‧₊

ฅ₍ᵔ・ ˕ ・ᵔ₎ฅ

˚º ꒰⋆ꆤ  ̫ ꆤ⋆꒱ º˚

( ⓛᆺⓛ )

ｰ( ˙𝅒˙ )ｰ( ˙᎑˙ )ｰ( ˙⩊˙ )ｰ

ᰔ𐅼(◕ ▿ ◕ )

₍ᵔ o̴̶̷᷄ ˕ o̴̶̷̥᷅ ᵔ₎

𔘓(˃᷄ε˂᷅๑)

( ˃̵͈́ ᴗ̵ ˂̵͈̀ )  

(͒ ｰ⤙ｰ )͒

⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠂❤︎(≍⩊≍)❤︎･.⠈⠂⠁⠁⠂⠁

₍̫̫ٛ ˲ ̭˱ٛ ₎ ̫̫

꒰˙𐃷˙꒱

₍ٛ .  ̫ . ٛ ₎

₍(◦▿◦)₎

(◦ ˃ᴗ̵˂ ◦)

(ᵒ̴̶̷͈ ᴗ̵ ᵒ̴̶̷͈) ᰔ

(ᤱıˬıᤱ)

(｡-᷄ ⤙ -᷅｡)

⁰₀ᰱ︨♡ᰱ︧₀⁰ㅤ

៚ ̆̎

𓈒 𓏸 ｡˚𖤐

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ࣪ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ࣪ ⊹

･ ･ ༶ ⋆ ༶ ･ ･

ܾ ܾ ܾ ܾ ܾ ܾ 

⸼۪˟ː

 ˳𓈒ᤱ⋆

˳𓈒ᤱ·̩͙⋆

ִֶָ۪۪۪⭒ ͙

๛ ̆̎

୨˚̣̣̣͙୧

۪⭒☆⭒۪

. ⭒ ⠈

⊹͢₊꧇❁〬‧໋݊𖠵ฺ۟·

· ᛫⭒ ⭒᛫ ·

̤̫

⭒ᰔ⭒

ະ̽𔓘

⭒ ̣̣̣͙⭒ ̣̣̣͙⭒

៚⭒

⭒̣̣̣͙̣̣̣͙̣̣̣͙̣̣̣͙

˳𓈒ᤱ˳𓈒ᤱ⋆˳𓈒ᤱ˳𓈒ᤱ⋆

⃟┅┧►⭒

͙ ͙͙ ͙͙͙ ͙͙͙͙ ͙͙͙͙͙ ͙͙͙͙͙͙ ͙͙͙͙͙ ͙͙͙͙ ͙͙͙ ͙͙ ͙

̤ ̤̤ ̤̤̤ ̤̤̤̤ ̤̤̤̤̤ ̤̤̤̤̤̤ ̤̤̤̤̤̤̤ ̤̤̤̤̤̤̤̤ ̤̤̤̤̤̤̤̤̤ ̤̤̤̤̤̤̤̤ ̤̤̤̤̤̤̤ ̤̤̤̤̤̤ ̤̤̤̤̤ ̤̤̤̤ ̤̤̤ ̤̤ ̤ ̈ ̈̈ ̈̈̈ ̈̈̈̈ ̈̈̈̈̈ ̈̈̈̈̈̈ ̈̈̈̈̈̈̈ ̈̈̈̈̈̈̈̈ ̈̈̈̈̈̈̈̈̈ ̈̈̈̈̈̈̈̈ ̈̈̈̈̈̈̈ ̈̈̈̈̈̈ ̈̈̈̈̈ ̈̈̈̈ ̈̈̈ ̈̈ ̈ ̤ ̤̤ ̤̤̤ ̤̤̤̤ ̤̤̤̤̤ ̤̤̤̤̤̤ ̤̤̤̤̤̤̤ ̤̤̤̤̤̤̤̤ ̤̤̤̤̤̤̤̤̤ ̤̤̤̤̤̤̤̤ ̤̤̤̤̤̤̤ ̤̤̤̤̤̤ ̤̤̤̤̤ ̤̤̤̤ ̤̤̤ ̤̤ ̤

ꜥꜤꜥꜤꜥꜤꜥꜤ⸃⸃✺⸂⸂ꜥꜤꜥꜤꜥꜤꜥꜤ

✤ •*`*•.¸¸.•*`*•.¸¸✽✤ •*`*•.¸¸.•*`*•.¸¸✽

‧‧ ⌁ ⸗ ៸៸ ˚̩̥̩̥⋆ ⦂ 𖦹 *

⃟⃟⃟⃟⃟ ⃟ 𓂂𓏸⃟ 𓂂𓏸⃟ 𓂂𓏸⃟⃟◌⃟̣ ⃟

˟˚˟˚

･:*:･･:*:･･:*:･･:*:･

｡⋆⁺₊⁺◦⋆◦⁺₊⁺⋆｡

𓂂•:◦.⸼.•:◦.⸼.•:◦𓂂

𖡦𖤏𖠀𖠁𖢄𖢗𖤲𖠣𖡺𖢂𖢈

⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰

 ִ  ִֶ𔘓 .・*・.・*・. 𔘓  ִֶ  ִ

𖦔 ִֶָ  hi ᰔ ᨓ 。

  ̻.*·̩͙ ⸼۪̆̎˟ː ⁕

˳ 𝆯 ˳⭒˳ 𝆯 ˳⭒˳ 𝆯 ˳⭒˳ 𝆯 ˳

︓⋅ ·.·︓⋅ ·.·︓⋅ ·.·︓⋅

⿻ ۪۪◌ ۪۪ ◁۪۪

⋆⁺ ๋₊𝅄 ⋆⁺ ๋₊𝅄

᭝𖠷

𖡩 𖥤 𖢌 𖢌 𖥤 𖡩

‿୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿

݊⃟𝇏⃟◌۪۪۪۪᳝۟❁۪۪◌⃟ུ̣⃟⃟◌۪۪۪۪᳝۟

𓈒๋𓈒๋𓈒๋𓈒๋𓈒๋𓈒๋𓈒๋𓈒๋

. ۰ ⸼ ۫ ◌  𔒴

˖ ⸼ ۪

₊𝅄⁺ ๋⭒₊𝅄⁺ ๋⭒₊𝅄⁺ ๋⭒

𑑛·̩͙

⤨ུ۪۪

⭒*̻͙*̥̻͙*̻̥̻͙*̥̻̥̻͙*̻̥̻̥̻͙⭑*̥̻̥̻̥͙*̻̥̻̥͙*̥̻̥͙*̻̥͙*̥͙ ⭒

•:◦.𓂂.•:◦.𓂂.•:◦

⋆̥*̥̥⋆̥*̥̥⋆̥*̥̥⋆̥*̥̥⋆̥*̥̥⋆̥*̥̥⋆̥

𔖲⭒𔖲⭒𔖲⭒𔖲

𝆯۟ ۪۟ ۪۟ ۪۟ ۪۟ ۪۟ ۪𝅅

۟ ࣪𝆯࣪ ۟ ࣪𝆯࣪ ۟ ࣪𝆯࣪ ۟ ࣪𝆯࣪ ۟ ࣪𝆯࣪ ۟

ִֶָ 𝅅◌۪۪۪۪᳝۟𓂂𝆯𓏸𝆴ִ

𓂃⋆ .⁺ ‧✬

◌⃟̣𓂂𓏸✺

‧✩͓̊‧✩͓̊‧✩͓̊

.·.·.·.·.·.

𓂂 ˖ ⸼ ۪ 𓂂 ˖ ⸼ ۪ 𓂂

⁕ ꙰꙰꙰ ⁕ ꙰꙰꙰ ⁕ ꙰꙰꙰ ⁕

. ˖ ۪   ̻ ⸼ ·̩͙ ⸼ ۪̆̎ ⋆

⃟𝆲𝆱⃟⃟𝆲𝆱⃟⃟𝆲𝆱⃟

❍⃝⃘۪۪۪͡ •٠·꩜ ݊

‧⁺̣˚̣̣*̣̩⋆̩ㅤ᳤ ♡᳣̶ ㅤ⋆̩*̣̩˚̣̣⁺̣‧

ּ ִ 𖦹 ִ ˑ 𖦹 ּ ִ 𖦹 ִ ˑ

. ‧ ⁺

ܾ ܾ 𖦞 𖧧 ˒˒𖥧𓇣 ܾ ܾ ⍋ ˒˒ 𖠰 ܾ ܾ 

𝅅⨳𝅅⨳𝅅⨳𝅅

˓ ˖ ࣪ ִֶָ ⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ⭒ᰔᩚ

٠⭒✶⭒٠

꒰◡̎꒱

₍ٍ ٛ . ̫ . ٛ ٍ ₎

(˶•⩊•ฅ)

ʕ*•ﻌ•ʔฅ

𖨆♡

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Kaomojis! ੈ‧˚૮꒰˵• ﻌ •˵꒱აੈ

Here's a whole bunch of funny, cute, and random kaomojis for those that want to use them (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

These are not all made by me. I have an app that I downloaded to type in Japanese and English called "Shimeji", which comes with a large variety of kaomojis to use

I apologize for any duplicates! Please let me know if you see any!

Ones I most commonly use:

(*´∇｀*)

( ⑉¯ ꇴ ¯⑉ )

(⑉´ᗜ`⑉)

(、¯▽¯)、

ꉂꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)𐤔𐤔𐤔

(⑉> ᴗ <⑉)ゞ

(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

(˶･ω･˶)ﾉ”バイちゃ

٩( ´ω` )و

⸜( ˶'ᵕ'˶)⸝♡

(*´ч ` *)

ヾ(〃^∇^)ﾉ♪

（⸝⸝> ༥ <⸝⸝)ｵﾈｶﾞｲ♡

(﹡ˆ﹀ˆ﹡)♡

໒꒰ྀི∩˃ ᵕ ˂∩꒱ྀི১

໒꒰ฅ́ ˘ ฅ̀꒱১ᦂ

୧꒰*´꒳`*꒱૭✧

ヾ(*´∀｀*)ﾉ

(˶◜ᵕ◝˶)

(ृ´͈ ᵕ `͈ ृ )良き良き

ദി ᷇ᵕ ᷆ )♡

ฅ( •ω• ฅ)ｶﾞｵ-♡

ﾐﾙ(ง ^ω^ )วﾐﾙ

( ˶ˊᵕˋ)

꒰ঌ(⃔ ⌯' '⌯)⃕໒꒱

(๑´ㅂ`๑)

Angry, Tired, or Upset (Instead of 😡,😴, or 😣)

( ´﹀` ٥ ).｡Oஇ

(๑ ̅᷄꒫ ̅᷅)(｡´-д-)💨💨💨

꒰ঌ(⑉･̆༥･̆⑉)໒꒱

( •᷄ὤ•᷅)

( ･̆-･̆)

(๑و•̀Δ•́)و

( ･᷅-･᷄ )

(๑'-ωก̀๑)ﾈﾑﾈﾑ

(。-ω-)zzz. . .

(๑･᷄ὢ･᷅ ๑)

( -᷄ ˍ-᷅)

( ` ༥ ´⸝⸝⸝))ぷぃ

(‪ᯅ̈)

( ;`ω´) (`ω´;(`ω´; )ﾋｿﾋｿ

(´-ι_-｀)

（ー。ー）ちぇ

(¯―¯٥)

ԅ(¯﹃¯ԅ)

既読無視…( ꐦ•᷄ὤ•᷅)و

(°▽°;)ﾔﾊﾞｯ

(｀⊿´)ﾌﾝ💢

( ꐦ ¯ᑎ¯ )

ヽ`､ヽ`(。・︿ ・。)ヽ`､ヽ`

( ˵> A <˵ )��ー

ʕ -ࡇ-ʔ.｡oO

( ;ó□ò;)ぁゎゎ💦

ʕ‎๑‎◝ᯅ◜‎๑ʔ

ε3=(-Д-｀疲)【ｵﾂｶﾚｻﾏ】(疲´-Д･)=ε3

( >д<).;':ｲｯﾁｭｷｨｨｨｨ

(∩ﾟДﾟ) ｱｰｱｰ ｷｺｴﾅｰｲ

ʕ´-ﻌก̀ʔ

〣( ๐_๐)〣

(*•̀‎ࡇ•́)σ めっ！

(੭`꒫´ꐦ)੭

めんど(´-﹏-`；)

\(-Ò｡Ó-”）

エグチ((=ﾟДﾟ=)

(ꐦ°᷄д°᷅)はぁ？💢

Sad or Nervous (Instead of 😓 or 😢)

_( ､´⌓`)ﾉｹﾃ…ﾀｽｹﾃ……

（߹ㅁ߹) 💦ᒡᑉᒡᑉᐧᐧᐧ

｡°꒰ ՞ ´ ᗣ`°꒱°｡

ﾃﾞﾓ ﾅｧ…(๑•̆△•̆)

｡°(° ᷄ᯅ ᷅°)°｡

ｳﾜｰﾝ(𐊭 ࿁ 𐊭ˋ)

૮ ᐡΘ ꈊ Θ ᐡ ა

( ღ˘͈ ᗣ˘͈)ﾂﾏﾝﾅｰｲ

( T ⩌ T　)

il||li (つω-`｡)il||

٩(･̆ᗝ･̆)ｺﾘｬｰ

(´⌓` ;）

꒰ᐡ´т ‧̫ т ̀ ᐡ꒱🐾♡

( ⌯᷄ ·̫ ⌯᷅ก )

( ˘•ω•˘ )

(๑•́︿•̀๑)‎

૮( ̳ т ̫ т ̳ )ა

ﾄ━━━⸜(๑´͈ ꒫ `͈๑)⸝━━━ﾝ

( ´-ω- )💨

₍ᐢ › ༝ ‹ ᐢ₎

‪(๑◕︵◕๑)

( •́ㅿ•̀ )

(ó﹏ò｡)

(๑•́ω•̀๑)

~( ´•︵•` )~

꒰ ᐢ ◞‸◟ᐢ꒱

(๑ŏ _ ŏ๑)

o(╥﹏╥)o

(● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾

๐·°(৹˃ᗝ˂৹)°·๐

( ´ Å ` ; ) ｱﾊﾊ…

(¯―¯٥)

( 'ω'; 三 'ω' ;)

"( ;ﾟ³ﾟ);ﾟ³ﾟ);ﾟ³ﾟ)ﾋｭ

( ´ㅁ` ; )

…(×꒪△꒪=)…

( •᷄⌓•᷅ )

(ㅇㅁㅇ;;)

∑(O_O；)

Annoyed (Instead of 😑, 😒, or 🙄)

"( – ⌓ – )

(｡´-д-)｡o○Zzz｡o○

(｡｀･д･) ﾊｯ!

♡(ㆆ_ㆆ)

" σ(Ⲻⲻ Ⲻ )𓈒𓂂𓏸

考えﾁｩ…(●¯ ꒳¯●)

ｶﾜﾖ( ≖⌓≖ )

( ᯉᯋᯉ)ﾀﾞﾙ

(๑- ༥ -๑ )ぷっ…

( ⌯᷄ ·̫ ⌯᷅ก )

(´-ω-｀;)

( ¯-¯ )

(｡-_-｡)

(´+ω+｀)

(´-ι_-｀)

m(._.)m

m(_ _)m

(ﾟ⊿ﾟ)ﾂﾏﾝﾈ

(・へ・)

ﾖｸﾅｲ!ヽ(´ｰ｀ )ﾉ

ｵｸﾚﾖﾝヽ(´ー｀)ノ

ｲｯﾁｬｯﾀ(-.-;)

(ｰｰ;)

(｀-´)

( ｰ̀нｰ́)ﾑｽ⋯

( ｰ̀ ༥ ｰ́ )

(ｰ̀дｰ́)

(-᷅_-᷄)

(,,Ծ‸Ծ,, )

(。 ｰ`ωｰ´)

(○｀ε´○)プンプン!!

(-ω-)

(´-_ゝ-`)

(´-ω-｀)

(¬∀¬ )

(￢￢)ﾎﾝﾄ??

(；￢д￢) ｱﾔｼｲ

（ 三 ε 三 ）

(ㅎ_ㅎ)…寝不足

(　･ั₃･ั )

( •ั็ _ •็ั )

(•́ι_•̀*)

(￣−ω−￣)

Love/Blushing

((#♡-♡#))

(灬ºωº灬)♡

(*''艸3`):;*｡ ﾌﾟｯ

(*´︶`*)♡Thanks!

す(♡〰️♡)き

(*¯︶¯♥)

(🎀ฅ'∀')ฅ♡ฅ('∀'ฅ★ )੭

(៸៸᳐>⩊<៸៸᳐)~♡

.°ʚ(〃ω〃)ɞ°.

ありがと♡( * ´꒳`ﾉ(´^`° )

(´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

（○3○)ﾌﾞｰ

(´>//<｀)♡

ﾄﾞｺﾆ?(ฅωฅ)?ｲﾙ

(⸝⸝-ω(ω-⸝⸝ )♡

≡(⊇♡.♡)ﾎｼｨｰ!

(好き´ω`)♥️(´ω`好き )

˚*.✩(〃♡ω♡〃)✩.*˚

(＞♡＜）

ﾀﾉｼﾐ!( ฅ́‎ࠔฅ̀ )ﾆｬﾊおはょ

(♡´∀`♡)(,,> <,,)♡

Σ＞―(⑉︎• д• ⑉︎)♡―――＞

✧˖°*॰ॱ(♡ˊ͈ ॢ꒳ˋ͈)ु(ूˊ͈꒳ ॢˋ͈♡)ʓ৸ʓ৸♪

(っ'-')╮=͟͟͞͞💌

ପ(⑅ˊᵕˋ⑅)ଓ

٩꒰ ˘ ³˘꒱۶~♡

꒰* ॢꈍ◡ꈍ ॢ꒱.*˚‧

(*´艸`)ﾌﾌﾌｯ♡ꉂ(´꒳`♡)ｸｽｸｽ

ゎ‹ゎ‹（๑ ᷇ 𖥦 ᷆๑)♡ゎ‹ゎ‹

(///з///)♡‪

(⸝⸝› з ‹⸝⸝)‬♡

( ⸝⸝⸝¯ ³¯⸝⸝⸝ )♡

(*/□＼*)♡

⁄(⁄ ⁄>⁄-⁄<⁄ ⁄)⁄

(/// ^///)

(ᐢ⸝⸝› ̫ ‹⸝⸝ᐢ)

(*///ω///*)

^>⸝⸝⸝⸝<^

⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

(〃´-`〃)♡

(˶ㅇᗜㅇ˶) ⑉♥

(((*♡д♡*)))ｶｯｶﾜｲｲ.*･♡

♡(๑♡ᴗ♡๑)

꒰ঌ(๑≧ᗜ≦)‪໒꒱

⋆⸜♡⸝‍⋆

( ๑´³`)~‪♡~(´ε`๑)

(♡口♡三❤)

(ㆆᴗㆆ)♡んー

( * ´ ³`)まっ

(っ´>ω<))ω<`)ｷﾞｭｯ♥

(o´艸`)

(๑////๑)

(ฅωฅ*)

(//∇//)

( ´艸｀)

\(//∇//)\

Σ(///□///)

(>ω<〃)～♡

Emoji/Action (Funny Kaomojis)

('▽'* )あ('ㅂ'* )り('▽'* )が('ｏ'* )と

( ^o^)Г☎ﾁﾝｯ

( ͜🐇 ˊᗜˋ˶) ͜🐰うさぎ💕

(੭ु`;ω;´)੭ुバァかぁぁ(怒)

☝ ᷇ᵕ ᷆ )どゆこと？

ﾊﾐｶﾞｷ( ᐙ و(و ｺｯ✩🪥✨

( ⊃💣⊂ )

👈(-_-ｿﾚﾅ

(o 🥥'▽')o 🌴

🍖🥛 🥩🥬🥕🛒(˙꒳​˙ )͟͟͞͞ =

(☺️-・`)

✌️(˶｀‪‎‎ࠔ´˵)🙏( •∀< )👍

- ̗̀ 👏🏻👏🏻 ( 'ω' ) ̖́-👏( 'ω' ) - ̗̀ 👏🏻👏🏻 ( 'ω' ) ̖́-👏( 'ω' )

🌀彡🍃彡乁(*´Ｏ`*)ﾉ´彡🌀彡🍃

💪‎( ᐛ )ﾊﾟﾜｰ!

(*･∀-)d🍻b(-ω･*)

🥕▔(*'×'*)▔ﾎﾟｲ

( ᐛ )ノ⌒💣📝

(´•ω•)👉💥👈(•ω•ˋ)ﾑｯ!!

☔️( '-' ☔️ )ｱﾒﾁｬﾝ

(｡´-д-)｡o○Zzz｡o○(｡｀･д･) ﾊｯ!

( *¯ ꒳¯*)⊃💐

(🎤≧▽^))♡)

( っ️ᐛ )╮ =͟͟͞͞🍦 🍨 🍧

🍍(ᐛ 🍍)

寝れない📱(◉︎ɷ◉︎ )ｼﾞｰｯ

🎏┠('◎'зз)彡

(*🔎ω´*)…🔎( ;｀Д´)あれ？(;🔎ω´*)…無い

🍖( '-' 🍖 )

⸜(*˙꒳˙*)⸝ﾎﾟｲ=͟͟͞͞ ✏️📖

🦀⸜( ¯⌓¯ )⸝🦀

fight✨(◍•ᴗ•◍)⚑*ﾟ

- =͟͟͞͞ =͟͟͞͞ ﾍ( ´Д`)ﾉ遅刻だァっ

(*・‪꒳・*)💄

c(*'-'*///)💭‎🤍‎ ̖́-ｻｯ

=͟͟͞͞( ๑`･ω･´)_⋆⸜🧻⸝‍⋆

🍺⸜(*ˊᵕˋ*)⸝‬🥟

( ˙³˙)👌~♪

(📞・3・)💬

⊂( ･∀･) 彡

　=͟͟͞͞(🦀)`Д´)=͟͟͞͞🪃

ヽ( '-'ヽ)ｷｬｯﾁ

ฅ(ˊ✨ω✨ˋ)ฅ

( ͜☕️ ･ω･) ͜🍰

(🍄•᎑•🍄)

(ｰ🍟ˊᵕˋ* )ｰ🍔

(📞๑•̀ - •́)

(🎀ơ ᎑ ơ)

🥚ｺﾝｺﾝ🍳ｶﾊﾟｯ🐣ﾋﾟﾖ?

とりあえず(๑˙ⲻ˙)⊃🥚ﾀﾏｺﾞ…ﾔｰﾀﾞｰ

(> - <　)三(　> - <)

Σp📷ω･´)

(-□-□)✧𓌉𓇋 ‎🥩

(o尸ﾞ｀・ω・´)o尸ﾞ

ﾃﾚ…(//v//)／🍫

🌶 ‪🔥๛‪ก(ᐖก )‼️ｱﾘｶﾞﾄｳｰｶﾞﾗｼ節分

(꜆꜄ ˙꒳˙)꜆꜄꜆🥜🫘＼(･o･ )

(っ˙༥˙🍓)

⚠️( ;°‎‪艸｡) ｱｯﾌﾞﾈｰ⚠️ﾌﾞｫﾝ

(っ'-' )╮ =͟͟͞͞=͟͟͞͞=͟͞🥺

∠( ᐛ 🍙」∠)…待機

(〃^∇^)oお疲れさま～( ˙꒳​˙ )‪꜆☕️*°🍰*°ʙ𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼(ᯣ̅‎ᜂᯣ̅)👎

( ͜㊎ ･ω･) ͜㊎

🎤( ºoº)〜♪♬

( '-' )- ̗̀🤝 ̖́-( '-' )

O(･д･👌)Ｋ

(ง🕶)ว٩(🕶)۶(ง🕶)ว٩(🕶)۶

＼_(-ロдロ-)

( *¯ □¯*)なー( *¯ 罒¯*)にー

✌( ･᷅ὢ･᷄ )✧‬

🥒( '-' 🥒 )ｽﾞｯｷｰﾆｨ

ฅ( ̳• 。 • ̳🎀)و 💕

(っ'-')╮=͟͟͞͞⚾ﾌﾞｫﾝ

🍄⸜( ¯⌓¯ )⸝🍄

🐣→🐥→🐤→🐔

⚡️⚡️⚡️=͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪ ‧̣̥̇)

((っ*｀👅´*))ﾍﾞｰｯだ！

(っ’-‘)╮ =͟͟͞͞💣

📖📚✍️(з_з)

₍₍ ᕕ(´ ω` )ᕗ⁾⁾

[📞・-・] 💬

( ¯⌓¯ )💭

( ´-ω- )💨

(っ˙༥˙🍊ｃ)

(✌^∀^)

♪└(ㅎ.ㅎ )♪┐♪└(ㅎ.ㅎ)┘♪┌( ㅎ.ㅎ)┘♪ﾖｼﾖｼ

( ´｡•ω•)ﾉ"(っ <。)

🌟𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 🎀♡(･O･｡)お(･▽︎･｡)や(･.･｡)ﾁｭ(･ｰ･｡)み

お昼ご飯(っ'-' )╮ =͟͟͞͞🍙

( 'ω'o[ おはよぅございます ]o

🍵( '-' 🍵)お疲れ様

🚬y(◣◢ﾒ)

(＾︺＾💧)..

((( ꒪₃꒪︎︎")ゞ💦

✨️👏🏻(⸝⸝⸝⸝神∀神⸝⸝⸝⸝)👏🏻✨️

(๑˘ ³˘๑)ﾁｭ～-` ̗ ❤︎ ̖ ´-♡´ ³`)ﾉ ～❤looº°˚˚°ºve❤(゜ε゜

((((((🤛(゜д゜)

( ๑"・・) ﾔﾊﾞｲ… 🔫( ˙꒳​˙ )💢

┐(`А′ ┐💢)ｼｬｧｧｧｧｱ

📣(ˊᗜˋ*)و⚑"

三('ω')三( ε: )三(.ω.)三( :3 )三('ω')三( ε: )三(.ω.)三

( :3 )(☞ᵒ̤̑ᗨᵒ̤̑)☞ 当た～り～ 🎯‼️

♡((*,,•ω(ω<,,*))ｷﾞｭ~ｯ

(っ'-' )╮ =͟͟͞͞♡ =͟͟͞͞♡ヽ( ˙꒳​˙ ヽ)ｷｬｯﾁ

（'‐'✋）

ﾊｰｲ💰⊂(￥∨￥)⊃💰

🔥(งσ_σ)ง🔥

🧋( '-' 🧋 )ﾀﾋﾟｵｶｧﾊﾟﾝﾁ

＿✍︎(・𖥦・ )ﾎｳﾎｳ

Please tell me if you end up using any of these! Which ones were your favorites?

(I dislike using emojis...) (｡¬_¬｡)

I might add more in the future... ♡( ⑉¯ ꇴ ¯⑉ )ﾂﾝﾂﾝ

I hope you all have a lovely day! Let's all use more kaomojis!! ୧꒰*´꒳`*꒱૭✧

#kaomoji #kaomojis #📌

[maggiaggi]

KAOMOJI MEGAPOST!!

⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝

૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

(∩˃o˂∩)♡

☆૮꒰•༝ •。꒱ა

૮₍｡´ᴖ ˔ ᴖ`｡₎ა

(´｡• ω •｡`)

\(★ω★)/

☆ ～('▽^人)

(.❛ ᴗ ❛.)

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

(„• ᴗ •„)

(≧◡≦) ♡

(´,,•ω•,,)♡

(⌒▽⌒)♡

☆⌒ヽ(*'､^*)chu

٩(♡ε♡)۶

(ノ*°▽°*)

(„ಡωಡ„)

(ง ื▿ ื)ว

(￣▽￣*)ゞ

(＞﹏＜)

(ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

ヾ( ￣O￣)ツ

(⇀‸↼‶)

( ` ω ´ )

ヽ( `д´*)ノ

(・`ω´・)

｡ﾟ･ (>﹏<) ･ﾟ｡

｡ﾟ(｡ﾉωヽ｡)ﾟ｡

(つω`｡)

(｡T ω T｡)

(ﾉω･､)

･ﾟ･(｡>ω<｡)･ﾟ･

(｡•́︿•̀｡)

.･ﾟﾟ･(／ω＼)･ﾟﾟ･.

(｡╯︵╰｡)

☆⌒(> _ <)

☆⌒(>。<)

٩(× ×)۶

(ノωヽ)

(／。＼)

(ﾉ_ヽ)

.・ヾ(。＞＜)シ

(″ロ゛)

(・_・ヾ)

(〃￣ω￣〃ゞ

ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ

(*・ω・)ﾉ

(￣▽￣)ノ

(°▽°)/

( ´ ∀ ` )ﾉ

(^-^*)/

(＠´ー`)ﾉﾞ

(´• ω •`)ﾉ

(>ω^)

☆⌒(≧▽​° )

／(≧ x ≦)＼

ヽ(o´∀`)ﾉ♪♬

ଘ(੭ˊ꒳​ˋ)੭✧

wow thats a lot

#kaomoji #cute kaomojis #mad kaomoji #sad kaomoji #happy kaomoji #kaomojis #megapost #cute symbols

[kvniz]

⋆ ⑅ ˚ cute kaomojis !! ₊ ﹐ ﹒ ⟢

(* ^ ω ^) (´ ∀ ` *) ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶ ☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆

(o^▽^o) (⌒▽⌒)☆ <(￣︶￣)> 。.:☆*:･'(*⌒―⌒*)))

ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ (´｡• ω •｡`) (￣ω￣) ｀;:゛;｀;･(°ε° )

(o･ω･o) (＠＾◡＾) ヽ(*・ω・)ﾉ (o_ _)ﾉ彡☆

(^人^) (o´▽`o) (*´▽`*) ｡ﾟ( ﾟ^∀^ﾟ)ﾟ｡

( ´ ω ` ) (((o(*°▽°*)o))) (≧◡≦) (o´∀`o)

(´• ω •`) (＾▽＾) (⌒ω⌒) ∑d(°∀°d)

╰(▔∀▔)╯ (─‿‿─) (*^‿^*) ヽ(o^ ^o)ﾉ

(✯◡✯) (◕‿◕) (*≧ω≦*) (☆▽☆)

(⌒‿⌒) ＼(≧▽≦)／ ヽ(o＾▽＾o)ノ ☆ ～('▽^人)

(*°▽°*) ٩(｡•́‿•̀｡)۶ (✧ω✧) ヽ(*⌒▽⌒*)ﾉ

(´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ( ´ ▽ ` ) (￣▽￣) ╰(*´︶`*)╯

ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ o(≧▽≦)o (☆ω☆) (っ˘ω˘ς )

＼(￣▽￣)／ (*¯︶¯*) ＼(＾▽＾)／ ٩(◕‿◕)۶

(o˘◡˘o) \(★ω★)/ \(^ヮ^)/ (〃＾▽＾〃)

(╯✧▽✧)╯ o(>ω<)o o( ❛ᴗ❛ )o ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡

( ‾́ ◡ ‾́ ) (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ (b ᵔ▽ᵔ)b (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

(๑˘︶˘๑) ( ˙꒳​˙ ) (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

(´･ᴗ･ ` ) (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ („• ֊ •„) (.❛ ᴗ ❛.)

(⁀ᗢ⁀) (￢‿￢ ) (¬‿¬ ) (*￣▽￣)b

( ˙▿˙ ) (¯▿¯) ( ◕▿◕ ) ＼(٥⁀▽⁀ )／

(„• ᴗ •„) (ᵔ◡ᵔ) ( ´ ▿ ` )

(ﾉ´ з `)ノ (♡μ_μ) (*^^*)♡ ☆⌒ヽ(*'､^*)

(♡-_-♡) (￣ε￣＠) ヽ(♡‿♡)ノ ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

(─‿‿─)♡ (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ (*♡∀♡) (｡・//ε//・｡)

(´ ω `♡) ♡( ◡‿◡ ) (◕‿◕)♡ (/▽＼*)｡o○♡

(ღ˘⌣˘ღ) (♡°▽°♡) ♡(｡- ω -) ♡ ～('▽^人)

(´• ω •`) ♡ (´ ε ` )♡ (´｡• ω •｡`) ♡ ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡ (♡˙︶˙♡) ♡＼(￣▽￣)／♡

(≧◡≦) ♡ (⌒▽⌒)♡ (*¯ ³¯*)♡ (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) ♡

♡ (˘▽˘>ԅ( ˘⌣˘) ( ˘⌣˘)♡(˘⌣˘ ) (/^-^(^ ^*)/ ♡ ٩(♡ε♡)۶

σ(≧ε≦σ) ♡ ♡ (⇀ 3 ↼) ♡ (￣З￣) (❤ω❤)

(˘∀˘)/(μ‿μ) ❤ ❤ (ɔˆз(ˆ⌣ˆc) (´♡‿♡`) (°◡°♡)

Σ>―(〃°ω°〃)♡→ (´,,•ω•,,)♡ (´꒳`)♡ ♡(>ᴗ•)

(⌒_⌒;) (o^ ^o) (*/ω＼) (*/。＼)

(*/_＼) (*ﾉωﾉ) (o-_-o) (*μ_μ)

( ◡‿◡ *) (ᵔ.ᵔ) (*ﾉ∀`*) (//▽//)

(//ω//) (ノ*°▽°*) (*^.^*) (*ﾉ▽ﾉ)

(￣▽￣*)ゞ (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) (*/▽＼*) (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄)

(„ಡωಡ„) (ง ื▿ ื)ว ( 〃▽〃) (/▿＼ )

(///￣ ￣///)

(ノ_<。)ヾ(´ ▽ ` ) ｡･ﾟ･(ﾉД`)ヽ(￣ω￣ ) ρ(- ω -、)ヾ(￣ω￣; )

ヽ(￣ω￣(。。 )ゝ (*´ I `)ﾉﾟ(ﾉД｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ ヽ(~_~(・_・ )ゝ

(ﾉ_；)ヾ(´ ∀ ` ) (; ω ; )ヾ(´∀`* ) (*´ー)ﾉ(ノд`)

(´-ω-`( _ _ ) (っ´ω`)ﾉ(╥ω╥)

(＃＞＜) (；⌣̀_⌣́) ☆ｏ(＞＜；)○ (￣ ￣|||)

(；￣Д￣) (￣□￣」) (＃￣0￣) (＃￣ω￣)

(￢_￢;) (＞ｍ＜) (」°ロ°)」 (〃＞＿＜;〃)

(＾＾＃) (︶︹︺) (￣ヘ￣) <(￣ ﹌ ￣)>

(￣︿￣) (＞﹏＜) (--_--) 凸(￣ヘ￣)

ヾ( ￣O￣)ツ (⇀‸↼‶) o(>< )o (」＞＜)」

(ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ (눈_눈)

(^_~) ( ﾟｏ⌒) (^_-)≡☆ (^ω~)

(>ω^) (~人^) (^_-) ( -_・)

(^_<)〜☆ (^人<)〜☆ ☆⌒(≧▽​° ) ☆⌒(ゝ。∂)

(^_<) (^_−)☆ (･ω<)☆ (^.~)☆

(^.~) (>ᴗ•)

⑅ ☓⌃ ⌒source : kaomoji.ru/en/

#emoticons #kpop #kpop icons #kpop messy moodboard #kpop moodboard #kpopidol #moodboard #soft moodboard #bios #kpop bg icons #kpop gg icons #cute bios #aesthetic #dreamy #a e s t h e t i c #kaomoji #kaomojis #emoticon #japenese #japenese emoticons #soft bios #short bios #messy bios #cute emoticons #cute kaomojis #aesthetic emoticons #aesthetic kaomojis #pink aesthetic #aesthetic pink #aesthetic bios

[anzulvr]

i really like your writing so i was wondering if you could write karma with a s/o who appears to be super soft and shy but is secretly a huge delinquent. like maybe someone insults karma and they just go off on that person with insults till there crying, idk i just thought the idea was silly. take your time and feel free to ignore this request if you’re uncomfy ٩(｡•́‿•̀｡)۶

Karma x sweet (secretly delinquent) Reader!

Thank you for requesting and thank you for liking my writing!! You’re so sweet! This was super fun and sorry this took so so long!! (I have a lot to get to still so to anyone reading im sorry if I haven’t written yours yet!!)

— Your kindness is one of the things Karma likes the most about you, he admires it in a way.

— It’s one of the things the entirety of class E admires about you really.

— It wasn’t often you got into big arguments and fights and no one had really seen you like that, not until today atleast.

You and Nagisa walked past the main campus on your way home together. Even though you were an class A student you and Nagisa hung out frequently, it was something many of your peers looked down at you for; they didn’t understand how you could still be friendly with people after they dropped to end class. They especially didn’t understand how on earth you could be dating Karma Akabane- the end class student with undoubtedly the worst reputation.

Like all relationships, dating Karma didn’t come with only good and you had your issues along the way. What’s surprising though, is most of the issues didn’t even come from Karma himself but from the nosy students of the main campus.

They’d make up lies about how you’re only dating him because you’re scared or gossip about how sad it is to see an A class student so desperate they go for one of the school’s rejects.

You never really say anything not wanting to argue; that was until today.

“Right? [Name] has to be an total idiot to believe that psycho actually likes them.”

“Karma is such a pain, he’s E classes wannabe savior. Can you believe he beat Ren up for messing with some E class girls.”

“That entire class is worthless to society [name] needs to get their boyfriend in check.”

That was enough to drag you off the ledge but before you could confront them Nagisa stopped you

“[Name], who cares what they think lets keep going.”

“Yeah I guess you’re right.”

You were about to drop it until they mentioned you directly “look there’s [name] now with another Eclass low life.”

“Guess the Psycho wasn’t enough for them.”

at this point they’re laughing about it until you walk up to them and they get serious.

20 minutes later you’re all still fighting and everyone is down eachothers throats. Minus Nagisa who is awkwardly looking around as if he were a lost puppy talking back once in a while to back you up.

(I know Nagisas a little crazy too but he’s letting you take this one. He had a long enough day already 😭)

“Hey what’s-” Karma who seemingly appeared out of nowhere is now behind you both and stops mid sentence when he notices you’re arguing with someone.

Before he can finish his sentence one of the girls goes “we’re done keep living your miserable ass life and stay away from us [name].” They both start to leave before anyone else can reply and when Karmas about to say something you stop him

(NOT IN A : this isn’t you😕😕 way LMFAOO JUST IN A “let’s go it’s a waste of time” way)

“Damn.. just as I was about to start recording..”

➤

On you’re way back Karma asks what that was all about.

Nagisa replies for you “[Name] got into a fight over you.”

“Over me?”

“Yeah they were talking crap about you and [Name] got all heated.”

You can practically see the devil horns form on his head

“Really [name]? I didn’t know I had that effect on you! That’s so cute.”

Nagisa shuts up again ambling along wondering what Karmas definition of cute is.

“Oh please, it wasn’t over you! They were being so arrogant it pissed me off.”

“Rightt and it had nothing to do with them talking about you’re precious boyfriend?”

“Precious is the last thing I’d call you.” You say feeling your face heat up

He spends the rest of the way poking fun at you for getting angry on his behalf calling you his “knight in shining armor”.

He thinks it’s cute you’re willing to stand up for him. He’d do the same for you any day.

(<3 sorry for any typos I try to edit before posting but I always miss something haha)

#ansatsu kyoushitsu #karma akabane #akabane karma x reader #assassination classroom x reader #karma akabane headcannons #karma akabane x reader #karma x reader #assasination classroom #assassination classroom #assclass

[sannieloves]

kaoemojis and symbols !

ლ(◉❥◉ ლ) ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁) (^з^)-☆

。･:*:･(✿◕3◕) (∿°○°)∿ (˵ ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°˵)ﾉ⌒♡*:･。.

( ͡ _ ͡°)ﾉ⚲ ♫(๑'ᴗ')ゞ ( ͡°³ ͡°)

(✿❛◡❛) ヾ(❀╹◡╹)ﾉﾞ (๑•ᴗ•๑)♡

♡(´｡•ㅅ•｡`) ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)♡ ◝(⑅•ᴗ•⑅)◜

..°♡♪～(´ε｀) Ψ(≧ω≦)Ψ （☆/＞u＜/）

＼(^o^)／ ٩(๑꒦ິȏ꒦ິ๑)۶ ( ⚈̥̥̥̥̥́⌢⚈̥̥̥̥̥̀)

˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚ (ू˃̣̣̣̣̣̣︿˂̣̣̣̣̣̣ ू) ᕕ( ཀ ʖ̯ ཀ)ᕗ

(　-̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥᷄◞ω◟-̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥᷅ ) ╥﹏╥ (ಥ ͜ʖಥ)

༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽ (っ◞‸◟c) (｡•́︿•̀｡)

( ͡° ʖ̯ ͡°) (•ˋ _ ˊ•) 凸( •̀_•́ )凸

⋌༼ •̀ ⌂ •́ ༽⋋ (〇o〇；) (@・д・@）?

° ͜ʖ ͡ -★ ~(◠ω◕✿) ° ͜ʖ ͡ – ✧

( ͡°з ͡°) (•ө•)♡ ︵(´ ͡༎ຶ ͜ʖ ͡༎ຶ `)︵

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* .・゜゜・ ༶•┈┈⛧┈♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

✧༺♥༻✧ *＊✿❀　❀✿＊* ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚　˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

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jungwon is known for being the polite, well-respected president of the student council. he's kind and always does his job. little do people know, though, the calm yang jungwon turns into a completely unreasonable person whenever he's around his crush, y/n. from tripping to stuttering to even once accidentally yelling, he never fails to embarrass himself. however, in order to get you to see how cool he is, jungwon figures that he should spend some time alone with you to truly charm you. he does this by giving you detention everyday, forcing you to spend an hour everyday after school with him. but, unfortunately for him, you're not a big fan of being written up.

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Rip so I ended up writing another Genshin fic, this time to purge my Pantalone brainrot. I’d like to credit these posts by @bye-bye-sunbird and @ddarker-dreams as inspiration. 

An additional thanks to my beloved victim @diodellet for the lovely peer reviews and to @yandere-romanticaa for your interest in reading this ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

This post is Part 1 of the fic!! Part 2 is linked below and covers the remainder of the story from Pantalone’s POV  o(｀ω´ )o

Lastly, enjoy the depravity. I suffered bc of this and now it is everyone’s turn <3

Tw:: YANDERE, unhealthy relationships, manipulation, coercion, electrocution, spice, mention of nsfw, MINORS DNI

Note:: Female cat-hybrid reader, pre-release Pantalone based on current lore crumbs

♡ 10.4k words under the cut ♡

i. scarlet quartz

Your fiancé is nowhere to be seen.

A look around the ballroom only confirms your solitude. Your parents are chatting within their social circle, far too busy to give you any attention. Your sister, in a similar vein, is approaching prospective business clients. Your friends are absent.

You glance at the decorative mirror on the wall. Your ears are folded back and your tail is thrashing. Your carefully-planned outfit is one out of many colorful images reflected in the glass.

Why are you even here?

The terrace is a breath of fresh air. You close the double doors and walk over to the ledge, taking in the view of Liyue Harbor. From your level, the lights of the city resemble dainty yellow jewels. The sky is studded with a glittery expanse of stars.

Your Scarlet Quartz jewelry gleams under the dull moonlight.

You had spent hours picking your dress and accessories. But what is the point if no one will appreciate it?

“Miss?”

Warm light spills from the open doorway. It disappears just as instantly.

The person approaching you is a stranger, a fashionable figure clad in dark clothing and violet jewels. His spectacles are adorned with a bejeweled silver chain.

Your ears flatten. “I beg your pardon, sir. Do I know you?”

Elegant appearance. Wavy black hair with a light streak in it. Snezhnayan style of clothing. Who were the Snezhnayan names on the guest list?

He gives you a polite smile. “We haven’t had the honor of meeting before, I’m afraid. I am the owner of the Northland Bank; you should be familiar with the alias ‘Pantalone.’ And you must be ______, correct?”

The Regrator.

You curtsy immediately. Any attempts at hiding your shock are dashed by the involuntary movements of your ears and tail.

“Yes, I have heard about you! My apologies for not recognizing you immediately, Lord Harbinger.” You pause, looking up. “And how do you know my name?”

“The Lai Lineage is well-known for their luxurious feline features. From that point, it was easy to narrow down your identity.” He peers at you through his lashes. “Am I mistaken?”

“No, you are correct.” You straighten your posture, tail poised. “I am Lai ______, youngest child of the family. What made you visit the terrace?”

He walks over to your side and faces the ledge. “I simply wanted to appreciate the view of Liyue from above. Quite the lovely sight, isn’t it?”

Your gaze returns to the city lights. “I agree.”

You can still hear the muffled sounds from the ballroom. Chattering voices, dance steps, the foreign orchestra. The music switches to a slow, lively waltz.

You glance at Pantalone. His gaze is transfixed on the stars this time.

“Will you return to the ballroom? I am sure that many people are looking for you.”

“And what about you?”

You twist the bracelets on your wrist. “I will stay here for a while longer.”

“Well, in that case, may I have this dance?” He turns to you and holds out his hand.

Under the moonlight, his invitation could not look any more tempting.

You take his hand. “It would be my pleasure.”

He is wearing black gloves with an assortment of bejeweled rings. His perfume is a strong blend of sophisticated fragrances.

“Shall I lead?” he asks. His other hand is already touching your back.

Your free hand rests on his shoulder. “You may.”

The music continues. Pantalone leads and you follow.

“Has anyone told you that you are a good dancer, Miss ______?” he asks.

Your tail brushes against his legs. “I’ve received formal training, but I don’t have many opportunities to dance in Liyue. What about you?”

His grip on your hand tightens. “I am self-taught for the most part.”

“I could not tell. Your dancing is excellent, my lord.”

The waltz is ending. Right before the final spin, an idea hits you.

Pantalone twirls you. You activate your Vision.

“Oh?” He almost stumbles. The fire reflects in his glasses.

“Just a few special effects!” You wave your fingers, producing more thin flames. The sparks encircle the two of you in red threads and curlicues.

He laughs, pulling you closer. “What a lovely surprise!”

The music stops. The flames dissolve into the air.

“Well, Miss ______.” Pantalone adjusts his glasses. His eyes are wide open, gazing at you in wonder. “That was quite the dance. I was not aware that you own a Pyro Vision.”

You give him a bright smile, revealing the glowing red accessory on your belt. “Did you like it? It gets everyone’s attention.”

He is still holding you. “It was absolutely enchanting.”

The doors creak.

“______?”

You let go of his hand. A familiar pair of fluffy ears peek out from the doorway.

“There you are! Were you here this—” Your sister stops in her tracks. “Lord Harbinger?”

“Chairman Lai.” Pantalone’s polite smile has returned. “I just had the pleasure of making your younger sister’s acquaintance.”

Her tail swishes. “I hope she has been pleasant company.”

“Only the best.” Pantalone gives you one last smile before he walks to the doorway, bypassing your sister. “Thank you for your time, Miss ______. I hope to see you very soon.”

The doors close behind him.

Your sister faces you. “Were you on your best behavior?”

You nod. “Yes, Jiejie. I was surprised; I didn’t expect the Regrator to be so charming.”

She shrugs. “Knowing someone by reputation cannot compare to meeting them in person. From what I’ve heard, he is one of the more…approachable Fatui Harbingers.”

“He is quite the catch.” You smile at her. “Suitor number four, maybe?”

“Hardly!” she scoffs. “Shady associations aside, his family background is a mystery. I doubt he comes from reputable means.”

“Whatever you say. By the way, have you seen Chairman Jin?”

“He was speaking with the Qie heiress earlier.”

“Oh.” You run your hands through your hairstyle, subtly hiding your ears. “Jiejie, can I be your plus-one instead?”

She frowns at you. “I have associates to speak with. If you are bored, you can remain here or go bother someone else.”

“...All right.”

You reenter the ballroom and walk past your parents’ group.

Pantalone is speaking to them.

He catches your eye and smiles.

ii. vajrada amethyst

A few days after the gala, you get dressed for a new occasion.

“A meeting with the Regrator?” you ask your handmaiden.

Ru helps you into your dress. “Yes, my lady. Your sister and Chairman Jin are interested in opening a joint enterprise. It is a major investment so they are requesting a loan from the Northland Bank.”

“Hence the family dinner.” You attach your Vision to your belt. “But why am I attending?”

“I heard that you spoke amicably with the Regrator at the Shang family’s gala.”

Of course. Why else would you be included?

For jewelry, you select Vajrada Amethysts set in silver. Your engagement ring clashes with your outfit, so you slip it off your finger and leave it in your jewel box.

⬩◈⬩

“Lord Harbinger!” Your father bows. “We are honored to be in your company!”

Pantalone enters the room. “You flatter me. Have I kept you waiting?”

“Not at all,” your mother replies. “We arrived just a few minutes before you.”

“Thank you again for handling the dinner reservation,” Jiejie tells him. “It must have been difficult to reserve a room at Xinyue Kiosk on such short notice.”

“It was hardly a hassle.” Pantalone takes the empty seat between Baba and Jiejie.

The seat across from you.

He smiles at you. “We meet again, Miss ______.”

You bow from your seat. “Thank you for your invitation, Lord Harbinger.”

Tea is served. A few minutes later, Pantalone speaks up.

“So this is the esteemed Lai family.”

“Excluding our son,” Baba corrects him. “He is currently a student at the Sumeru Akademiya. He plans to join the family business once he graduates from the Kshahrewar.”

“You must be proud. And I understand that your eldest child has been in charge of the company for a few years now?”

“Yes,” says Jiejie. “I have been involved from an early age.”

“And what about Miss ______?”

Silence. You stare at your lap.

Mama’s tail hits your leg under the table. “Little ______ has…other skills. Our ancestors’ legacy is of no interest to her.”

Not if they had taught you anything about your family business.

“She is engaged to the heir of the Jin family,” Baba adds quickly. “If our son passes his thesis this year, they may hold their wedding as soon as he comes home.”

“I am already aware of that.” Pantalone drinks his tea, peering at you over the rim of his cup. “Do you have anything to add to that, Miss ______?”

You shake your head. “No, I don’t.”

Your saving grace is a knock on the door. Masked waiters enter your private room with Fullmoon Eggs, Golden Crab, and other Yue delicacies. The conversation turns to the food, restaurant comparisons, which wine pairs best with certain dishes.

You finish your meal and take a deep breath. So far, you have shown perfect behavior. This should prove useful for the Jin family dinners.

“Now,” says Pantalone, “I believe it is time for us to discuss your little business venture.”

The mood shifts.

Mama and Jiejie are doing an excellent job at keeping their ears in check.

Pantalone’s voice becomes serious. “You and Chairman Jin are requesting quite a large sum of Mora. Even speaking as a banker, your calculations seem a little improvident.”

Mama shakes her head. “The Lai Lineage has been expanding their wealth since the Cataclysm. It will not end with us.”

“I see.” Pantalone taps his fingers on the desk. He is wearing the same set of rings. “If the Northland Bank agrees to the loan, you are expected to pay us back in exactly a year, naturally with interest. Do you have that much faith in your proposal?”

“Of course, Lord Harbinger. We trust our daughter.”

“And what do you think, Miss ______?”

What?

You look up. Pantalone’s professional smile has returned and his hands are clasped together. But his charmingly polite image is completely negated by his gaze.

He looks as though he is staring directly into your soul.

Your ears lay flat against your head. “Excuse me?”

His gaze remains fervent. “Do you believe that your family is worth my time and resources?”

Now your family is looking at you.

“I believe so.” You hold down your tail. “I would be pleased if my family could work with you, Lord Harbinger.”

“Well, I can always recognize a good investment.” Pantalone nods at one of the masked waiters. “Tomorrow, we may go over the contract with the Jin family. For now, I propose a toast.”

The waiter brings over a foreign bottle and a set of wine glasses. The wine is blood red with a rich aroma; you recognize the label as an expensive brand from Fontaine.

Pantalone swirls the wine in his glass. “By the way, I will be regularly visiting Liyue over the course of the year. I am quite interested in what the region has to offer these days. Would any of you have the time to extend your hospitality?”

“Oh, ______ can do that.” Jiejie sounds confident this time. “She is extremely familiar with the city’s shopping centers and fine arts establishments.”

At least she is not complaining this time.

He turns to you. “Do you mind?”

You smile at him. “You can count on me, Lord Harbinger.”

You have no one else to spend time with, anyway.

“Excellent.” Pantalone raises his glass, rings gleaming under the light. The smile on his face is, without a doubt, directed at you. “I look forward to our new partnership.”

iii. smaragdus jadeite

The next day, your family allows you to visit their office.

You almost get lost in the maze of hallways, but you find your way back by the time Pantalone leaves the conference room.

“So where do we start, Miss ______?” He looks as stylish as ever. The fitted dark suit and silver chains compliment his figure.

You glance at the doorway. Jiejie is holding the signed contract, tail sticking upright. Chairman Jin is drinking his tea.

He does not bother to greet you.

You face Pantalone again.

“I thought we could start with the Heyu Tea House for their opera performances. Then we can go to the Mingxing Jewelry—the owner knows me—and eat at Liuli Pavilion for dinner.” You stare at your purse. “Are you fine with that?”

“It is worth my time.”

The two of you walk to the exit. Before you leave the building, he turns around to face you.

“Oh, and I must say. Your choice of apparel today is absolutely stunning, Miss ______.”

⬩◈⬩

“My lady, this letter was addressed to you.”

You can only stare at the envelope in Ru’s hand. “Me?”

The seal carries the official symbol of the Fatui. Upon opening it, you are greeted with a familiar fragrance and an embossed sheet of stationery.

-

Miss ______,

I must thank you again for your hospitality. My time in Liyue was immensely enjoyable on account of having you as my personal guide.

My next business trip is scheduled to take place in two months’ time. Would you be so kind as to greet me once you receive word of my arrival?

Yours, Pantalone

P.S. A new boutique in Snezhnaya has recently caught my attention. I believe that these purchases will make a fine addition to your wardrobe.

-

“Ru?”

She tilts her head. “Yes?”

You hold up a pair of violet ribbons trimmed with black lace. “I would like to tie my hair. Any style will do.”

⬩◈⬩

During his next visit, you bring him to your favorite boutique.

“What do you think of this?” You hold up a Noctilucous Jade brooch this time. “I noticed you have a fondness for diamond patterns.”

Pantalone allows you to pin it on his shirt. “Are you a regular customer of this establishment, Miss ______? The employees seemed particularly familiar with you.”

“I am.” You take a step back and twirl around the room. “This shop specializes in clothing from different regions and time periods. I take great joy in styling my outfits.”

His gaze flits to your neck. “That explains your affinity for foreign necklines and vintage hanfu. Or is that simply to make room for your necklaces?”

You are wearing a heart-shaped locket this time. “I simply adore necklaces. They make beautiful statement pieces.”

The shopkeeper returns from the backroom. “Lady ______, I forgot to inform you that the brooch is part of a set. Would you or your friend like to try on the matching necklace?”

They open a velvet box. The silver chains and diamond-shaped jewels are arranged esclavage-style. It would look nice with your dress.

Pantalone turns to you. “Are you interested?”

You turn around, facing the mirror. “Can you help me put it on?”

His touch is warm. You remain still as Pantalone unclasps your locket and replaces it with the jade necklace. His fingertips press against the back of your neck.

“Does it look lopsided to you?” he asks.

“A bit.”

The main pendant is not centered. You raise your hands to adjust it, but Pantalone is already doing it. His hand trails across your clavicle.

His perfume is different. It smells the same but there is a hypnotic edge to it. Did they change the heart notes?

You are sure that Pantalone can feel your tail swishing between your bodies. “It looks okay now. Thank you.”

He meets your gaze in the mirror. “The necklace looks wonderful on you. I have no use for it, but I would like the brooch for myself.”

It suits him. “In that case, would you like to pay for the set together?”

He raises an eyebrow at you. “Miss ______, you already asked the shopkeeper to set aside a few rings for you. What will your family say when they see the bill?”

“They don’t mind.”

If they cared, they would have encouraged thriftier interests.

“Whatever you say. How many more shops shall we visit? I cannot imagine that you brought me all the way to Liyue’s fashion district for a few jewels.”

“Oh, naturally. There are still so many stores to visit.”

You miss this. When will your friends find the time to revive your shopping trips?

You smile at him. “You are quite attractive, Lord Harbinger. It is fun to dress you up.”

“Hmph, flattery will get you nowhere.” Pantalone walks over to the counter and returns the brooch to its box. “But since it is coming from you, I will believe in your sincerity.”

⬩◈⬩

Your parents arrange another date between you and your fiancé.

“Sorry for being so busy lately. The Qie heiress and I have been negotiating business dealings with her family’s company.”

Just how stupid does he think you are?

You smile at him. “It’s perfectly fine.”

Chairman Jin is still staring at the menu. He holds your hand and you resist the urge to leave the table.

“Let me make it up to you. Are you busy later, love?”

You almost laugh at the sound of that word. “Not at all.”

“Would you like to visit my estate later? Our bedroom has already been furnished.”

Not again. Archons, spare you. “Sure. By the way, how is work lately?”

“The new enterprise is going along splendidly,” he replies. “The Regrator will be pleased with our progress.”

“I most certainly am.”

Speak of the devil.

The two of you look up. Pantalone offers a friendly smile.

“Miss ______, Chairman Jin, what a lovely surprise. Am I intruding on your date?”

You shake your head. “Not at all. Are you dining here with someone?”

“Unfortunately, my companion had to cancel at the last minute,” he explains.

“You can sit with us, if you want.” Chairman Jin thankfully lets go of your hand. “Wanmin Restaurant serves a variety of delicacies. We can order more if you are with us.”

“I appreciate the gesture. Do allow me to foot the bill.”

Pantalone drags a vacant chair to your table. The waitress arrives and you place your orders.

Chairman Jin begins speaking. “Regarding our most recent report—”

Pantalone cuts him off. “This is no formal meeting, Chairman Jin. It would be rude to talk business in a social situation, unless you plan to explain the details to Miss ______.”

He blanches. “Of course. My apologies, Lord Harbinger.”

It is difficult to suppress the smile on your face.

Pantalone turns to you. “It just occurred to me that despite our months of friendship, I know little about the two of you as a couple. How did your engagement come about?”

Stick with the story.

“Our families have been good friends for generations,” you explain. “Chairman Jin is the same age as me, but I spent most of my time with my childhood friends. Regardless, we fell in love when we least expected it.”

Love. What a cruel lie.

Pantalone nods. “What a charming story. I would not have expected it from you.”

“What about you, Lord Harbinger?” asks Chairman Jin. “I am surprised that an eligible bachelor such as yourself is still single. You have so many admirers.”

“Oh, me?” He straightens his glasses. The jewels on the chain glint under the light. “I already have my eye on someone, but I have yet to make them mine.”

What a lucky person.

Your fiancé nods. “Good for them. I wish you the best of luck.”

“Thank you.” Pantalone looks at your left hand. “By the way, Miss ______, I couldn’t help but notice your ring. Your sense of fashion is impeccable as always.”

“Oh, this?” You point at the ring on your index finger.

Normally, you would be happy with his observation. But not today.

“That is her engagement ring,” Chairman Jin explains. “I chose it for her.”

The ring is a thick gold band topped with a vibrant green jewel. If not for the basic design, you would like to wear it more often.

Pantalone leans in for a closer look. “What kind of gem is it?”

“Smaragdus Jadeite.” Chairman Jin gestures to his Dendro Vision. “A perfect match, isn’t it?”

“...A fine choice.” Pantalone sits back, a tad faster than his usual pace. His polite smile returns. “Only the best for your bride, after all.”

⬩◈⬩

A black cat interrupts your tour of Yujing Terrace.

“Oh, hello!” You crouch down in front of it, a string of purrs and meows leaving your lips.

The cat remains in its spot but responds with a high-pitched yowl.

From behind you, Pantalone laughs. “I almost forgot about your feline biology, Miss ______. Is it true that the Lai Lineage can communicate with fellow cats?”

You shake your head. “The Lai bloodline is already mixed with human blood, including that of my father. Aside from a few differences in biology, we are certainly more human than feline.”

If only you had that ability. The stray cats in your neighborhood would have made lovely company.

He is still standing over you. “And what of your species? Are feline hybrids classified under different breeds, similar to ordinary cats?”

“I would not know. I’ve heard of the Kätzlein Bloodline from Mondstadt; they are renowned hunters, so their genes must carry specific abilities and physical traits. Whereas the Lai Lineage has always been a family of businessmen and aristocrats. And we certainly lack the sacred powers or duties of the Adepti.”

You point at your ears. Your tail loosely wraps around Pantalone’s ankle.

“The rumors about our fur are true. My handmaiden always tells me that my ears and tail are incredibly fluffy. Given the shape and texture, I have reason to believe that we are more similar to domestic cats than wild felines.”

“That would be a logical conclusion.” Pantalone crouches down to poke the tip of your tail. He looks at the black cat. “The cat is a stray, isn’t it?”

You nod. “No collar, and its fur is quite matted. Poor thing.”

“We passed by a pet shop earlier. Would they take in the cat?”

“I doubt it. That establishment only sells purebreds and exotic breeds.”

“That is their loss. A common feline has its own charms.” Pantalone faces you. “What are your thoughts? Do you believe that a cat’s value is to be ascertained from the moment of its birth? In order to determine its desirability and its place in the world?”

He must really like cats.

“Not at all,” you reply. “I believe that any pet should be liked for its personality, not its background or circumstances.”

“It is good that we see eye to eye on this matter.” He stands up and gestures for you to do the same. “I would like to continue my tour. We can buy some cat food for our little friend before we leave.”

iv. azurite

“A letter from my brother arrived this morning. He passed his thesis.”

“In other words, you and Chairman Jin will be married soon.”

“We still have two months to prepare for the wedding.”

Pantalone doesn’t look at you. “Congratulations. The wait is almost over.”

You stare at the ceiling. The crystal chandeliers resemble twinkling stars against the dark wallpaper. Whether it is his own mansion or rented property, Pantalone’s estate in Liyue is as grand and mystifying as its sole resident.

The living room is still strewn with board games and cold teacups. Pantalone had been merciless in every match, particularly those which featured strategies and mind games. You could only play along and lose to him.

“You are invited, of course.” You open your purse and take out the gold-sealed envelope. “I told my family that I would give this to you personally.”

He makes eye contact with you. “You do not look happy for a bride-to-be.”

Your ears twitch. “Perhaps I am just salty from our last game.”

Upright officials are hapless in household affairs.

He stares at your hand before accepting the invitation. “No engagement ring? I rarely see you wear it.”

You shrug. “It does not match all of my outfits. Chairman Jin doesn’t mind.”

“And here I was, thinking you might be looking out for my personal safety.”

“Are you pertaining to your lack of a Vision, Lord Harbinger?”

The room becomes silent.

Why did you say that?

Pantalone’s eyes flash. “The Fatui Harbingers are equipped with Delusions; but to state the obvious, the gods have never gifted me a Vision. Let us leave it at that.”

You hang your head. “That was absolutely tactless of me. I apologize.”

“Don’t worry, I know that your intentions were not malicious.” He glances at your hip. “What is the story behind your Vision?”

“I would rather not divulge the details,” you reply. “All I can say is that it happened during one of my birthdays.”

“It must have been quite the wonderful present, then.”

“You could say that.”

-

It happened shortly after you ended your “tantrum” over the news of your betrothal.

Your parents threatened to disown you. You realized that if independence was without financial comfort or luxury, you were better off taking advantage of your fiancé’s apathy.

Your Vision had been the perfect consolation prize. A gift unlike the material distractions from your family, one earned through your own individual abilities.

If only your family’s attention had not been due to their fear of your flames.

-

Your Vision glows against your belt, a ray of promise. The only special thing about you, forever deprived of its full potential.

“Thinking about it now, I do question the criteria for receiving a Vision,” you mutter. You turn to face him. “I respect you immensely, my lord. You are ambitious, multiskilled, and far more worthy of receiving a Vision than me. I am blessed to have you as my friend.”

For a moment, Pantalone only stares at you. Then he begins laughing.

“I am equally fortunate to have met you, ______. You never fail to amuse me.”

Your name sounds so lovely when he says it.

“Keep calling me that, please,”  you mutter. “After my marriage, fewer people will call me by my first name. I will be mainly addressed as Mrs. Jin in the future.”

“I understand.” Pantalone rests his hand on your shoulder, a warm smile on his face. “I should continue preparing my wedding gift. I have a feeling that you will enjoy it.”

⬩◈⬩

After the wedding invitation, Pantalone stops requesting your company. A short letter addressed to you explains his “influx of work and a mission from the Tsaritsa.” Your engagement ring becomes a frequent accessory over the next month.

Chairman Jin remains scarce. Your parents and future in-laws take charge of the wedding plans, from the program to the guest list to every decoration.

Your dress is delivered to your room, an old-fashioned garment which looks more like a costume. Your friends find time in their busy schedules to help you pick your jewelry.

Your final choice is a set of gold bangles studded with azurites.

⬩◈⬩

Your family is shouting.

“Ru.” You stand in the corridor, clutching your shopping bags. “What happened?”

Ru sends a nervous look to the other servants. “We are not sure, my lady. They have been like this ever since they returned from the office.”

You could hear them as soon as you stepped through the front door. The commotion is coming from your parents’ private study.

You knock on the door. Jiejie is the one who opens it.

“Jiejie.” You can’t look her in the eye. “Is something wrong?”

“Everything,” she huffs. “Why don’t you come inside?”

The room is a mess of papers and folders. Your parents look absolutely haggard.

Your tail puffs up. “What happened?”

Baba is the first to speak. “Your sister’s idea was a failure.”

What?

Jiejie glares at you. “Don’t ask for the details. You wouldn’t understand. Just know that we were doing well up until recently.”

“Recently,” Mama says bitterly, “when the past months were already plagued with minor incidents.”

You don’t understand. “How?”

“I don’t know!” she snaps. “All you need to know is that we are ruined once the Northland Bank demands their repayment. We plan to install locks on the doors, for Archon’s sake.”

“Are you sure? Have you spoken with the Regrator? I could…”

“Do what?” asks Jiejie. “Little ______, in case you have forgotten, your friend is a Fatui Harbinger. Do you think he will forget about this if you ask him nicely?”

You look away. “...No. But is there anything I could do to help?”

“You could stop burning away our fortune, for once.”

A slap would have been less painful.

“That is enough.” Baba gives you a tired look. “Just go to your room. Leave it to us to sort things out.”

“That is the problem!” Jiejie shouts. “The two of you spoil her too much. Do you think it is fun reviewing her receipts and watching her laze around the house?”

The two of them begin shouting again. Mama intervenes.

Even when you are the subject of the argument, none of them notice your departure.

⬩◈⬩

“My lady!”

Ru is the first to approach you.

You walk past her.

Your shopping bags are still in the corridor. What did you buy again? A dress imported from Mondstadt. A ribbon for your tail.

Useless.

Ru takes a step back. “My lady, your—!”

The paper and fabric burn easily. You let the ashes slip through your fingers and scatter onto the carpet. Mama will scold you once she sees the mess.

Regardless of what happens, you are still moving out of this house.

The night sky is cloudy. There are no bright stars to greet you.

“Ru.”

“Y…Yes, my lady?” She remains in the entrance, staring fearfully at your Vision.

“Please prepare a carriage. I would like to see the Regrator.”

v. shivada jade

The estate is heavily guarded compared to your last visit.

“My lord!” The masked servant—no, Fatui agent—kneels before the door. “You have a visitor!”

The door to Pantalone’s office remains closed.

“State their name and purpose.”

There is an authoritative edge to his voice. The agent glances at you.

“Your visitor is Lai ______. She was insistent on meeting you to discuss her family business.”

Warm light spills from the open doorway.

Pantalone is wearing his classic outfit, another dark suit embellished with violet jewels and silver adornments. He looks perfect, not a hair out of place.

“______, I’ve been expecting you.”

Your tail wraps around your waist. “You have?”

“I figured that you would come to me for answers. Your family does not strike me as the type to share business details with their own child.”

The scent of his perfume is soothing. You had almost forgotten that aroma.

Pantalone places a hand on your shoulder. “You look terrible, darling. Why don’t you come inside and make yourself comfortable first?”

“Thank you.”

The office is tidy. The cozy atmosphere is a welcome change from your parents’ study.

Though you rarely visit it to begin with. That room could be in perpetual disorder and you wouldn’t have noticed the difference.

Pantalone gestures to the chair in front of his desk. “Sit. Would you like something to drink? I had just told a servant to brew a pot of osmanthus tea for me.”

You take a seat. “That would be nice.”

The desk holds an abacus, some pens, and a stack of reports weighed down by bright blue jewels. Shivada jade slivers, you think.

Pantalone’s chair is almost thronelike, made of upholstered dark fabric and intricately carved wood. As he sits down, you can easily imagine just how terrifying and powerful the sight must be for anyone else in your place.

You are not here to negotiate business with the Regrator, however.

There is a knock on the door.

“My lord, your tea is ready.”

“You may enter.”

The door opens. Another Fatui agent bows and places a traditional tea set on the desk. They carefully pick up the teapot and fill two cups.

Pantalone turns to them. “You are dismissed. Unless the matter is of utmost importance, my meeting shall not be disturbed.”

The sharp look in his eyes is enough to scare you. You had almost forgotten that your friend is a Fatui Harbinger.

“Yes, my lord.” They leave immediately.

The osmanthus tea is wasted on you. You can only manage a few sips before you put down your cup.

“Thank you for your hospitality. I…I don’t know why I came here.”

Pantalone’s gaze is sympathetic. “How is everything at home?”

“Not good.” You grip your tail. “Can you tell me what is going on?”

“Certainly.” He opens a folder and flips through the documents. “Simply put, the Jin-Lai enterprise has been a financial failure. On top of low profit and revenue, there have been recurring issues. Shipments gone missing, payment miscalculations, and most recently, the withdrawal of several major clients.”

“I didn’t think it was that bad,” you mumble. “My family had been so confident about the proposal. You even decided to fund it.”

“Even the most meticulous can fall prey to happenstance. Your family just so happened to be unlucky—or incompetent.”

No wonder they kept you in the dark.

Pantalone looks up from the folder. “I hate to break client confidentiality, but I believe you should know this: The Jin family is struggling financially to a far greater degree.”

“I see. That…they must be so anxious.”

“I am more concerned about you.” He holds your hand across the desk. “At this rate, your family and your future in-laws are set for financial ruin. And this does not account for their debt to the Northland Bank.”

You squeeze his hand. “And if we find a way to pay off the loans?”

“Even then, your wealth could not possibly be restored to their former glory.” He says it with full confidence, leaving no room for doubt.

No more shopping trips or material consolations. You will only become a bigger burden to your family.

Your cheeks are wet. You don’t know how long you have been crying.

“You poor thing.”

Soft silk presses against your face. You accept the handkerchief.

“Thank you for telling all of this. I…I don’t know why you are still so kind to me,” you sniffle. “I can’t give you anything to repay the favor or to help my family.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that. As a matter of fact, I can offer a solution to one of your problems.”

You look up in confusion.

Pantalone is looking at you differently.

“I will confess that you have intrigued me over the past year,” he tells you. “You are quite the captivating jewel, ______, but your value is clearly underestimated by your family and your fiancé.”

Your tail puffs up. “What exactly do you mean by that?”

Pantalone is still holding your hand. He intertwines your fingers.

“I am asking you to become my wife.”

What?

“Lord Harbinger,” you stutter. “This is not a funny joke.”

His gaze narrows. “Do you take me for the type to joke about the marriage contract?”

“No!” you reply quickly. “I just…I don’t understand. Why me? You just said that my family owes you money and has no chance of paying it back. Shouldn’t you at least discuss this with my parents first?”

What could you possibly give him?

“Oh, ______. Do you still not get it?” He speaks slowly, as though he is teaching you a basic fact. “I am proposing to you, not the Lai family. Is that so difficult to comprehend?”

You nod. He sighs and lets go of your hand.

“Then think about it from your perspective. What do you gain from this?”

Financial stability. A partner who actually cherishes your presence.

“You, of all people, know of my status as the Regrator,” he continues. “I can provide you with comfort and luxury far beyond your current means. If you become mine, everything you desire will be yours.”

There must be a catch. This is too good to be true.

“And what would be my duties as a Harbinger’s spouse?” you ask.

“In my case, you will attend the occasional social function as my partner. But for the most part, you only have to live with me in my estate in Snezhnaya.”

It does not sound too bad. Not too different from your current situation.

His lips quirk into a smirk. “There are also your marital duties but that should not be a problem since you already find me, in your words, ‘attractive.’”

You cover your face. “Please don’t—! I am still trying to process everything.”

“You would be wise to make a quick decision, ______. Time is of the essence, and opportunities like this rarely arise.”

You look up.

Pantalone’s hands are clasped together and he is staring at you, waiting for your answer.

At this rate, he is the only person who will ever want you.

Your hands are trembling. You grip your tail and put on your best smile.

“In that case…I accept your offer. Thank you for your benevolence, my lord.”

He smiles. “Excellent. I knew that you would see reason.”

Despite yourself, you feel like a huge weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

“Is there a contract I need to sign?” you ask. “Anything to make this official?”

“We can sign the marriage documents later. But for now…” Pantalone stands up and leaves his desk. “...why not seal it with a kiss? It is best to familiarize ourselves with each other before our wedding.”

“If that is what you want.” You leave your chair and stand in front of him. “Um, how would you like to do this? Do you have any preferences? Eyes closed or open? With or without—?”

“Oh, ______.” He laughs and pulls you closer. The only thing protecting you from his gaze is his glasses. “Just let me take care of you.”

With that, he presses his lips against yours.

The kiss is anything but demure. As soon as you pull away for air, Pantalone reclaims your mouth is a rough manner. His hand cups the back of your head, the other one settling on your waist.

You are practically drowning in his perfume. He isn’t giving you a chance to escape.

“My lord!”

Whoever they are, this Fatui agent seems important enough to open the door without permission. They kneel immediately.

Pantalone breaks off the kiss and glares at them. “Were you not informed that interruptions would not be tolerated?”

This is the first time you have seen him look so openly irritated.

They hold up a sealed envelope. “I bear a message from the Jester.”

Pantalone sighs. He is still holding you, and you know better than to establish any distance from him.

“Leave it on my desk,” he tells them. “Before you retire for the night, pass on a message to the Lai family. Tell them that their daughter will be staying in my estate as a guest and that they may see her at our wedding next month.”

Next month?

You clutch his arm. “Wait, isn’t that too soon?”

He raises an eyebrow at you. “Is there a problem with that?”

“People will talk.” You stare at the floor, tail between your legs. “They will question the cancellation of my old engagement and the timing of our wedding. They may even suspect that you were already courting me over the past year.”

He only laughs.

“My darling, I am one of the richest, most powerful men in Teyvat.” He grasps your chin and gives you a light kiss. “My status will not be threatened by a few silly rumors.”

vi. noctilucous jade

Your wedding is completely different from your parents’ original plan. The color scheme features violet accents. Fatui personnel are hired as security. The guest list includes important names from Snezhnaya and other regions.

Your main piece of jewelry is the Noctilucous Jade necklace purchased from your favorite boutique. Pantalone is just as touchy when he helps you put it on.

“Did you ask my family for it? Was it awkward?”

You are still getting used to your reflection. The custom-designed wedding dress is the most beautiful outfit you have ever worn, with its elegant silhouette and detailed embroidery. Your hair is styled with black satin ribbons.

It is almost unfair how dashing Pantalone looks in the traditional attire for Liyue bridegrooms. He is wearing the Noctilucous Jade brooch along with his usual violet jewels.

“They showed no animosity,” he replies.

To him. You are a different story.

After a short pause, he adds, “There is no need for you to return to their house. Your necessary possessions have already been packed.”

Your ears twitch. “What do you mean by necessary?”

“Sentimental items. The clothes and accessories which seemed particularly important to you.” Pantalone secures the clasp of the necklace and adjusts the pendants. “I can buy a new wardrobe for you in Snezhnaya. We can visit the shopping districts together.”

“...All right. My family can just resell my things. The money will help them immensely and you won’t have to deal with extra luggage.”

Has the necklace always felt this constrictive?

Pantalone’s hands move to your tail, securing the ribbon bow. “Your tail has been erratic all day. Pre-wedding jitters?”

“More like reunion jitters,” you reply. “After all, I am seeing my family and high society for the first time in a month.”

“You will be fine.” He meets your gaze in the mirror. “For a second, I assumed you were having second thoughts about marrying me.”

⬩◈⬩

The ceremony goes smoothly. You and Pantalone are officially proclaimed as spouses. The Flower Ball is caught by Xingqiu. Guests approach you to congratulate you on your marriage.

He was right. Everyone is acting as though your original engagement never existed. If anything, you are receiving more attention as the Regrator’s wife.

While Pantalone chats with business associates, you approach your friends. They are happy for you, if not confused by the change in your situation. Their wedding gifts include long-sleeved dresses and fur-lined coats for the Snezhnaya fashion scene.

You belatedly realize that your meetups will become even more infrequent. At least you finally have your own responsibilities to keep you preoccupied.

Towards the end of the event, your family privately approaches you and Pantalone. Your brother’s presence is what breaks some of the tension.

“Gege.” You leave Pantalone’s side to hug him. “It is good to see you again. How long has it been? Ten years?”

He looks so different, dark eye circles included. You saw his wedding gift earlier; you will enjoy trying on the gold princess-length necklace from Sumeru.

“Nine. You’re all grown up.” His tail intertwines with yours. “Sadly, I have to return to Sumeru immediately. I accepted a job offer after…what happened. Are you well?”

“I haven’t felt better.” You turn to the others. “How are all of you?”

“You don’t need to worry about us,” is all your mother tells you. She gives Pantalone a stilted smile. “Lord Harbinger, our child will be in your care.”

Baba does not even look at you. “Thank you for the generous dowry, my lord. It was unimaginable, considering our circumstances.”

Pantalone only smiles at him. “Oh, please. You should differentiate a debtor’s kindness from a son-in-law’s observance of tradition. By the way, is Chairman Jin in attendance?”

He was invited?

“He isn’t,” says Jiejie. Her ears twitch. “I spoke with him recently. Given the timing of your union, he felt betrayed—his words, not mine.”

The audacity. “That is too bad.”

“Well, that is quite rich coming from him,” says Pantalone, “given that my wife was not the first to breach the pre-marriage contract. It can be argued that infidelity is a far greater violation.”

He knew?

You stare at him. You vaguely register your brother’s questions and the others’ silence.

Pantalone only shrugs. “He was hardly inconspicuous.”

⬩◈⬩

In the month leading up to your wedding, Pantalone was gracious enough to provide you with a guest room in his estate. His own bedchambers are far from comfortable.

“My darling, there is no need to look so afraid.” His smile does not match his gaze. “One would think that I am about to ruin you.”

Why do you feel like a captured prey rather than his lover?

The candles and rose petals do little to comfort you. The dim light casts dark shadows against Pantalone’s figure and sets his eyes aglow. He looks like a beautiful devil, alluring and ominous all the same.

You dig your nails into the mattress. “Forgive me, my lord. It is our first time, after all.”

His thumb traces swirls on your thigh. “Haven’t I waited long enough?”

He was already impatient in the days leading up to your wedding night. Somehow, the heavy makeouts and fleeting touches were still insubstantial preparation for you.

Your tail curls. “You have. My apologies.”

Your Vision rests on the nightstand, the only other source of light in the room. You wonder if it will look good with your new outfits in Snezhnaya.

Pantalone’s next gesture is more comforting, if not sudden. Your reaction is half yelp, half purr. He only laughs and continues scratching the base of your ear.

“Are you purring? And you claimed to be more human than feline.” His words are cruel and sweet. “Does this help?”

“It…it does.” You look up, biting back another purr. “Can we kiss, please?”

“Of course.”

The kiss is passionate as always. Flavored lip balm. Heavy perfume. The chain of his glasses grazing your skin. Gloved hands wandering, cold rings leaving goosebumps in their wake. Your own gasps and pleas for air. A laugh and a kind smile when he decides that he has had enough.

He is greedy. So, so greedy. Yet he always gives as much as he takes.

“My precious jewel.” Pantalone’s eyes are half-lidded. The smile on his face is equal parts angelic and sinful. “After all this time, you are finally mine. Won’t you indulge me?”

⬩◈⬩

“Pantalone, that is enough. My ears are already clean.”

“Are you sure?” He strokes the back of your ear, sending another shiver down your spine. “I am only being thorough. This is my first time grooming a cat, after all.”

You stare at the water. “Please stop teasing me.”

The bubble bath is an unexpected luxury. After all of the kind words and intimate touches, it was your husband’s insistence on proper aftercare which made you cry from the sheer gravity of his affection.

You were equally dazed by the sight of the Regrator with his glasses off and his hair clipped up. But before you could fully appreciate his domestic beauty, he had insisted on scrubbing your back.

“Do we have anything planned tomorrow?” you ask. “What about our honeymoon?”

He moves on to your tail. “I have to continue my work in Snezhnaya. We may have a long vacation once I am less busy.”

Busy. “Of course. I’d like to get used to our home as soon as possible.”

“Your tail is shaking. Are you still nervous?”

“Why do you ask when you already know the answer?”

The thought of the future terrifies you.

You had been prepared for the Jin family mansion in Yujing Terrace, not an unfamiliar manor located all the way in Snezhnaya. You had been raised for Liyue high society, and now you must learn to fit in with a completely different crowd. Your years of local etiquette lessons were a waste.

No mistakes. As the Regrator’s wife, you must be perfect.

He places his hand on top of yours. “Don’t work yourself up over this. I will be with you every step of the way.”

“Thank you. I will be in your care.”

Underneath his fine gloves and fancy rings, Pantalone’s hands are slightly rough. Your fingertips brush against his bare skin, feeling the calluses and light scars.

He tenses. “Your hand is so soft.”

“I can lend you my hand cream later.”

“I doubt that it will change anything.” He takes your hand and lifts it to his lips. “This is lovely. I can get used to doing this regularly.”

You shift your legs under the water. The bubbles disperse, and you catch a glimpse of the love bites decorating your thighs.

He had been cloying and relentless all night. The bath isn’t helping your sensitive state.

“I would appreciate it if you could be more gentle,” you admit. Your face burns. “You were quite…intense.”

His teeth dig into your skin.

You gasp. When you turn your head, Pantalone is still holding your wrist and there is a ringlike bite mark around your index finger. His smile is far from innocent.

“I just need to train your body for that.”

vii. sango pearl

The Regrator’s manor in Snezhnaya is palatial. The local architecture, dark and light color palette, and classy decorations create an ambience which is both subdued and exquisite. The veneer of refinement is unlike the opulence of his estate in Liyue.

Despite his moments of extravagance, your husband has a calculated eye for this. Perhaps you can send some pictures to your family.

The staff contribute to the mysterious atmosphere. They all wear masks, from the guards to the domestic help to your two personal handmaidens. They keep themselves scarce and answer only to your husband’s commands.

Ru will be sorely missed. Hopefully, she has already found a new family to work for.

The doors and gates are always locked for security reasons. You will have to get used to that as well.

⬩◈⬩

You quickly learn the full extent of Pantalone’s responsibilities. From the Northland Bank to Snezhnaya’s economic policies to his Fatui missions, he is always working.

“I’m home.” He shrugs off his fur coat and kisses your forehead. “How was your day?”

You wrap your arms around him, breathing in the scent of his perfume. “It was all right.”

Dull, to say the least.

What are your friends’ day-to-day activities? Yuehua is leading her family business. Yinji is in charge of her household’s affairs. Liangqu is a full-time parent to her baby.

Pantalone expects none of those tasks from you. While he is at work, you spend the long hours styling your Snezhnaya lookbook, taking naps in your empty bed, and experimenting with your Vision. You rarely have any social functions to attend.

At times, you feel more like a pet than a wife.

“______, you are a terrible liar.” His hand cradles your face. “If you feel lonely or neglected, you should tell me. I will make time for you.”

You lean into his touch. “Thank you. I wish I could do more for you.”

Pantalone hugs you back. His hand squeezes the fluff of your tail. “My priceless treasure, you worry too much.”

⬩◈⬩

Your new wardrobe is an elegant mix of blacks and violets. Every outfit is delicate and tight-fitting, prioritizing form over function. Picking your jewelry is the most difficult part.

“What do you think of this?”

You turn away from the mirror. The Sango Pearl necklace is an old gift from Liangqu. The warm tint adds color to your otherwise dark outfit.

Pantalone is already fully dressed. “Unoriginal, don’t you think? We are attending one of the most important galas in Snezhnaya. Every other guest will be wearing pearls.”

Your ears lower. “Of course.”

You have an image to maintain as the Regrator’s wife.

“I have a better suggestion.” He unclasps your necklace and sets a black velvet box on your vanity table.

“Another gift?” You shake your head. “You are too generous, my lord.”

He only smiles. “As lovely as your wedding ring is, I thought a one-of-a-kind piece would make a bolder statement. I had it commissioned for you.”

“Just for me?”

Nestled inside the box is a silver choker with sharp, intricate designs and violet diamond-shaped jewels. A scattering of purple flecks adds a bright pop of color—what kind of crystal particles? Amethyst? Crystal marrow?

“It’s gorgeous!” you exclaim. “This must have cost you a fortune.”

“I spared no expense.” He picks up the choker and clasps it around your neck.

It is a perfect fit. You smile at him in the mirror.

It even matches his signature jewelry. You are beginning to look the part of his wife.

Pantalone looks just as pleased. “It looks beautiful on you. Your outfit is almost perfect.”

You frown at your reflection. “What do you mean by ‘almost’?”

“It is only a minor detail,” he assures you. He points at your belt. “Your Vision clashes with the color scheme. That is all.”

⬩◈⬩

Pantalone leaves for a mission in Liyue. You stay in Snezhnaya.

It would have been a good chance to see your family and friends, but your suggestion was rejected immediately.

-

“This is a mission, not an ordinary business trip. I do not have the time for leisurely visits,” he had told you.

You kept your mouth shut after that.

On the day of his departure, Pantalone bid you goodbye with a kiss and locked the front door. From the balcony, you watched him leave the estate.

He looked up and waved at you before entering his carriage. That was all it took for you to smile and mark your calendar.

-

You are becoming restless in his absence, however.

You ask the guards if a private shopping trip would be permitted. They refuse.

Your handmaidens remain silent. One of them is a mousy little thing who can barely hide her fear of you. Her hands are always trembling as she clasps and unclasps your jewelry.

She rarely touches your necklaces. You wear your special choker on most days.

A week into the mission, she approaches you with a letter sent from Liyue. Your smile falters when she informs you that it is from Pantalone.

Your friends and family haven’t sent any letters. Have they forgotten about you?

The stationery is heavily scented with his perfume. Enclosed in it is a black hair ribbon.

-

My dearest ______,

How are you? As of now, my mission is progressing smoothly. During my travels, I purchased some magnificent gifts for you and the Tsaritsa. Expect a package to be delivered to the manor shortly.

You must be curious about the state of affairs in Liyue. According to my informants, your family has moved to a smaller estate and is steadily paying off their debt. Your friends are doing well, albeit they appear to be quite busy with their own personal matters.

Try not to worry too much. I will return to you as soon as possible.

Love, Pantalone

-

You stare at the final line, repeating the first word in your head. Then you take out your stationery set and write a response.

You can’t find the heart to feign mutuality. You end it with, “Sincerely, ______.”

viii. electro crystal

After much pleading, you are finally allowed to visit Zapolyarny Palace.

“Are you bored?” Pantalone puts down his pen and pets your ears. “I told you that I would only be doing desk work.”

You shake your head. “I am perfectly fine. It is nicer than waiting at home.”

You have to question his request of having you seated on his lap, however.

Your husband’s workplace is even more labyrinthine than your family’s office. The atmosphere is chilly and serious. You know better than to leave his side.

His office is comfortable, though. A spark of warmth filled your chest when you noticed your framed picture on his desk.

“Lord Harbinger!”

The door slams open. A Fatui officer rushes inside and kneels.

Pantalone’s hand presses down your ear. “Is it so difficult to knock first?”

You stare at your lap. You still haven’t gotten used to the sight of his glare.

Their head nearly touches the floor. “Forgive me, my lord! But the Jester summons all of the Harbingers for an urgent meeting.”

You feel your husband’s sigh before you hear it.

“Can you wait here? It is best that you don’t get involved.”

“Of course.”

You leave his lap. He stands up and puts on his fur coat.

“I will come back once the meeting is over,” he promises. He squeezes your shoulder, thumb brushing against your choker.

You nod and take the adjacent chair. “Take care.”

Pantalone turns to the officer. “Guard the door. Should anyone enter and bother my wife, there will be immediate repercussions.”

“Yes, my lord!”

They leave the office. The door closes.

You glance at the desk. There is a stack of folders which have yet to be organized. Perhaps you can finally help your husband with something.

Based on the reports you’ve seen him sign at home, the documents need to be arranged by date. It is an easy task, and you go through it quickly. His smile will make for the best reward.

Feiyun Commerce Guild.

You pause. Wasn’t that guild one of the main clients of your family’s enterprise?

No sign of incoming footsteps. You open the folder.

The documents are incomprehensible. Numbers, statistics, business terms which your parents had never bothered to teach you. Your family’s business is mentioned a few times.

There is an envelope amongst the papers. The seal is already broken.

-

Lord Harbinger,

After reading your report, the Feiyun Commerce Guild agrees with your predictions regarding the future of the Jin-Lai enterprise. We will cancel our partnership effectively.

-

What?

You read the rest of the letter. Xingqiu’s father goes on to mention the responses of the other clients. The letter is dated three weeks before they officially withdrew their investment.

This can’t be…Jiejie was right. You can’t understand any of these business terms.

You check the other folders. None of them mention your family.

The bookcase. You check the shelved reports, scanning for any familiar names. At the end of the top shelf, concealed by the adjacent book, you find a folder entitled “Lai Family.”

You still don’t understand any of the documents, but the first few graphs show upwards curves and positive predictions. The next few papers are calculations and lists of hypothetical worst-case scenarios.

No, all of those scenarios happened. And it is all written in Pantalone’s handwriting.

The remaining graphs show downward curves and negative numbers. At the end of the folder, there are more notes written in familiar penmanship.

Why is there private information on your family?

Your family history. A personality study on your parents and Jiejie. A brief mention of Gege’s studies in Sumeru. Entire pages dedicated to you, with a note on Chairman Jin.

Your hands are shaking. Your tail wraps around your waist.

Your husband…he caused your family’s downfall. To get to you.

⬩◈⬩

“After her!”

Another Fatui officer begins chasing you. You dash down the corridor, narrowly dodging their tackle. It is difficult to run in your dress and heels, but you persist.

Guard the door? No, their job was to keep you locked inside.

A new recruit blocks the exit. A Cryo Cicin Mage from the looks of it.

All of your pursuers have actively avoided harming you, but she could freeze you immobile. You have to attack.

No harmless red threads this time. You direct a flurry of orange flames at her, but she skillfully dodges it.

Your neck hurts.

Did you confuse the mage for her Electro counterpart? You feel as though electric currents are shooting through your neck. The pain is unbearable.

It is the final shock which knocks you out.

⬩◈⬩

The first you thing you register is the shackles on your wrists.

Thick silver cuffs chained to the bedposts, decorated with violet jewels.

The bed is familiar. Your pillow and blankets.

The aroma of perfume is overpowering.

“I was wondering when you would wake up. Did you sleep well?”

Pantalone.

He is seated at the foot of the bed, holding your Vision. He lifts it up to the window, watching it glow in the faint moonlight.

“So this is the gods’ blessing I was deprived of,” he muses. “It is less impressive up close. I may just prefer my own Delusion.”

Give it back.

Pantalone moves to your side.

“I have to give it to Sandrone,” he says. “She used just the right concentration of Electro Crystals to avoid any explosions. She made quite the effective shock collar, didn’t she?”

Your choker.

Your neck still hurts. The shackles make soft rattling noises as you sit up.

“Let…let me go,” you stutter. “You…”

His gaze is absolutely terrifying. You can’t get the words out of your mouth.

“And to think that I would later appreciate Pulcinella’s suggestion for a half-day rest,” he says. His hand reaches out to pet your ear.

You flinch. “Stay away from me! You…you ruined my family. To get me to marry you.”

“Honestly, ______,” he says, placing your Vision on the nightstand. “Cute as you are, I am surprised that it took you this long to discover the truth. But I suppose that perceptiveness is simply not your strong suit.”

His kiss is aggressive. He holds your face and bites your lip when you struggle.

You resist, anyway. Your tail swats his glasses. “No! Stay away or I’ll—”

“Or you’ll do what?” Pantalone pulls away from you and picks up his glasses. “Be rational, darling. What can you do?”

He taps your clavicle. The pain is immediate.

“Your family is at my mercy. All of your assets are under my name. And from what I’ve seen, you are utterly incapable of taking care of yourself. So tell me, ______, how do you plan to leave me?”

You don’t know.

Everything he says is right. You only know how to take, never give. And how could you be so selfish as to ruin your family any further?

You look away, blinking back tears. Pantalone presses his handkerchief against your cheek.

“Shh, it’s all right,” he tells you. “You are safe with me.”

There is no kindness to be found in his smile.

“You are my most valuable possession, after all.”

♡

Read the continuation ft. Pantalone’s POV!!

Read the Author’s Note after Part 2!!

The rest of the story will take a darker turn and cover more of Pantalone’s tactics. What will become of Darling’s happy marriage?? Just how cruel can the Regrator be?? Find out now  ˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙

Absjsnaajanaaha I hope you all enjoyed Housecat!! It took up even more time and pain than Herbarium, but I’m happy with how I portrayed Pantalone’s manipulative side. The sexual tension and spice are a testament to just how thirsty I was while writing this ;-;

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hihi! ٩(^‿^)۶ i’m doing this dynamic to interact with my followers and people who want to join! basically what im going to do is propound characters and ideas/themes to write a drabble/one shot, if you’re interested in one you can send an ask! the one who was more votes will be the first to be published!

rules:

1- you can ask for a difference idea/theme to write, but not for a character. the ones who are chosen are the only ones i’m comfortable in writing for.

2- check my dni&info to know what you can’t propose.

3- please be respectful and patient.

characters i’m writing for

- Gojo Satoru. - Geto Suguru. - Nanami Kento.

- Choso Kamo. - Fushiguro Megumi.

- Okkotsu Yuta - Ryōmen Sukuna & Itadori

ideas/themes i have in mind

(remember you can propose another idea! just make sure to read my dni&info)

reader can also be included in xyz!reader (depending on the situation)(you can also choose more than 1, basically mix concepts)

- DILF!character(s) - Cult Leader!Geto - Idol!Character(s)

- CEO!Character(s) - Brothers/Sister!BestFriend - E2L

- Professor!Character(s) - Sex Pollen. - A/B/O dynamic

- Monster Hunter. - Model AU. - Angels & Demons.

- Rock Band AU. - Finding the other in pretentious situation..

- Yandere/Tsundere. - King in search for a queen. - Brat taming.

- “You teach a class right next to my office” - Strangers sex in a train.

- Actor AU when doing sexy scenes lead to something else.

- Any two previous ideas/au/themes! mixed up together!

Consider this as a slutty february event! Since i’ll start uploading them as soon as I can in february and maybe i’ll finish until march. So don’t be afraid to ask about anything! ily all!! have a magnificent 2024♡

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