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nc-vb · 1 month

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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧?

originally a commission, repurposed for readervision! writing about the ladies is fun and i should really do it more often, mhm.

notes -> pls i always forget she's 6'1", that's so frickin hot, my gawd

pairing -> quanxi x afab!time-traveler!reader*

warnings -> nsfw (18+, mdni), praise/nicknames used (*good girl), thigh riding, oral sex (reader receiving), orgasm denial, scissoring/tribbing; partial inebriation (alcohol consumption); light editing.

wc -> 4.5k

The modes of transportation in this place are… dated.

So used to seeing the various Tesla models zipping about, or the suddenly extremely common Honda Civic models, you found yourself staring a little harder at the ones that lined the street. All too obviously, the dilapidated street signs around you indicated your new location being somewhere in China. Still, there’d been an aged familiarity about the place, about all of it, from the specific way the splits in the sidewalk crackle from one end to the other, to how the trees willow overtop of them like old, gnarled hands. The glow from the street lights are all equally dull, and do little to highlight the filth the asphalt roads hold. The houses, in their decaying, years left untouched glory, are still cookie cutter enough to say that it once might’ve been a place that people both lived and thrived in— if anything, they might just exist there now. The bare minimum for any species.

But then you look in the distance, past the caved-in roofs, past the loose, swaying electrical lines and through the smog, find the fluorescent lights of the city resting just outside the horizon of this dystopian suburbia, and find that you feel at home, your own having been bright just like that.

You suppose that being at arms with a stranger in the middle of what you can only deem some kind of cacotopia must not be real. A dream or a hallucination— a nightmare, perhaps. The fact that you’ve never been to this place, this time or era, and yet, it’d been familiar. This partial hell scape with its scarred roads and patchwork housing, stuck in its darkened stasis of a temporary ceasefire? Wondering what kind of dream beasts this realm holds was unavoidable from the start, but at the very least, it still includes those in human form.

Your foe is formidable-- or, your predator, you should say. Armed thrice and practically naked in consideration for their lack of armour, wearing a thin shirt that exposes her midriff and tight black trousers, and with their one eye obscured by an eyepatch, they’re still as swift as a shadow when they charge forward, one blade extended, the other held in reverse against their forearm— usually a predictability. But they’re enough of a threat to you that you don’t bother to analyze much else any further.

If not for obeying modern physics, the stone at your feet would’ve split from the impact of your own harsh landing— without a weapon or defense of your own, you scamper out of the way of the woman’s sword, gasping at the close call. If anything, being in this strange place for so long, and being targeted by strange looking creatures and even stranger humans, has made you adept at avoiding harm.

You’re not entirely sure you can avoid it any further. You watch the attacker sheathe their defending sword and reach up toward their one exposed eye to— to… extract an arrow from within her skull, so easily as if it’d been normal to “store” it there.

“Don’t lose focus now,” they call — she calls, you finally learn, from your own language; she’d recognized it when you’d cursed at her earlier. A couple of obvious tonal sounds and inflections double down on you being somewhere in China. “I’ll be disappointed if you suddenly let me kill you, stranger.”

Slim, yet muscular. Long blonde hair. A gaze most distant, yet she still smiles, even in the middle of battle. Human? With that ability of hers, it’s unlikely; you’ve learned to differentiate that much, as short a time as you’ve spent here.

Amidst their game of cat and mouse, you can’t help but wonder if the area had been evacuated prior to Quanxi’s arrival, as if she’d been prepared to give chase, or even worse, as if she’d been prepared to fight. You don’t doubt the possibility of the woman having some kind of pull or authority in this time; as perhaps unprepared and bare as she appears, her skillset had quickly been proven. Being locked in at a coward’s stalemate for as long as you’d been, Can’t this end already?

“Please,” you pant, a hand poised in a pleading gesture. “Please stop.” The woman’s one visible eyebrow raises, her expression remaining placid. A moment later, she’s sheathing her blades.

“That’s fine with me,” she says, straightening up. “I’m pretty fond of this outfit and I’ve already scuffed the knees; it would be a shame if I tore anything else. You seem like… the civilized type, when you’re not running away. And if that’s the case, we should introduce ourselves.”

You give yours first, eager to catch your breath. The woman smiles.

“I am Quanxi. Now, tell me. The name of the Devil you’ve contracted with.”

Your expression hardens. “Devil?” you repeat.

Quanxi does not doubt further the woman’s seemingly earnest confusion. She already looks like she’s not from the area, and certainly not necessarily a native from China, either. In fact, it’d been more like she’s stepped out of one of those futuristic, science fiction movies. Your entire existence did not belong here.

Your tired vision sweeps along the street before rising to stare at Quanxi. “Where is this place?”

Testing, “Do you mean this street? This… neighbourhood? Or this world?” You don’t answer, unable. The silence, accompanied with the difficult read on the foreigner’s partial expression, is an answer enough. “It’s called Earth.”

“I know this is Earth.”

Quanxi’s lip quirks. “Then this place that you’re currently standing in, is in China. And this street, well… I’m not sure the name matters anymore. No one’s lived here in years.”

She watches you, a silence spread taut like a fishing line through the middle of your conversation as you ponder, before cutting it.

“Listen. I’m glad you decided to stop running away,” your lip curls slightly at the curtness in her words, but you don't interrupt, “but since we’ve established that you’re not from the area, and since I don’t see a… spaceship… parked anywhere… you’re probably not an alien. But, you’ve also probably got nowhere to go, hm?”

“… that’s, unfortunately, correct,” you murmur, sighing. What a headache…

“And it doesn’t seem like you’re looking to cause any trouble. Right?”

“I’m kind of in some trouble of my own, if you haven’t noticed,” you point out.

“Fair enough. Then, I’ll do you a favour. If you’d be reasonable enough to not do something as stupid as try to murder me in my sleep, I’ll invite you into my home.”

Try? I could barely run away from you.

“I’ll have to attend to some business in the morning outside the country, but, if you’re a good girl tonight, you’re welcome to stay there while I’m gone.” Your lips part to speak at the woman’s condescension, but by the absurdity of your situation, you find yourself unable to spit the words dancing behind your teeth back at her. Good girl?

“Do you need a physical invitation?” Quanxi says; you hadn’t realized she’d already begun to walk, and soundlessly trails after her. “Good.” Again? “I’ve parked several blocks north of here; it’s about a five minute walk if you’re fast about it.”

“Okay.” True to her estimation, once they’d picked up their pace, they found a sleek black automobile awaiting them only four blocks away. Compared to the older modeled cars you’ve passed, this one is at least twenty years ahead of their design.

Quanxi enters on her side before you can even open the passenger side door, and by the time you sit and shut the door behind you, the car has already belted to life, a soft rumbling heard from within its metal shell. A gear shifts, and they move.

The drive out of the dark neighbourhood where you first appeared, and into the glowing city you’d seen from afar is about three times as long as the walk had been. The luminance of the artificial light happens to be intense enough to make you squint so hard that your eyes become slits.

“Depending on how long you’re here for, you might end up getting used to it,” Quanxi says. You turn your head toward her. “Ah, well, I shouldn’t assume you don’t have these in your own home; apologies. Just, don’t stare at these ones directly. They’re definitely not up to code.”

You nod, glancing forward again.

“You aren’t very… chatty, are you,” Quanxi speculates, lowering one of her hands from the wheel to rest in her own lap.

“It’s… hard to think of something to talk about in my situation,” you say, wringing your wrists a little. “Small talk and idle conversations… is even harder.”

“You could always ask more questions.”

“I… can’t think of any.”

“Or ask if I know of a way to return you to your home.”

“And do you?”

“No. I can do a lot, but time travel?” Quanxi scoffs lightly. “Science fiction, for now. Maybe there’s a Devil out there that can do that. But, you could still have bothered to begin that conversation to see if I did.”

You pause. “Is this all a condition of me staying with you? Talking, asking questions…”

“Not at all. Simply makes for better company.”

You scoff, too, and fold your arms over your chest. “Aren’t you worried I’ll destroy your home while you’re gone? Or rob you?”

Quanxi chuckles. “Not at all. You might be lonely when I do, however. By how you greeted me earlier tonight, I should at least make sure my housekeeper doesn’t spook you away into, I don’t know, jumping out the window.”

“If I didn’t value my life, I wouldn’t have run away from you like I did. Why would I jump out the window…” The question hangs in the air, apparently a rhetorical quip.

The rest of the drive is completed in one-sided silence, Quanxi filling it with her own voice when she explains, unwarranted, the existence of Devils and what she’d meant when she’d asked you about a “contract”. It does make sense (and perhaps your interest in the subject did prove that you did have some curiosities), but you still had found yourself verily unwilling to engage in conversation, leaving your thoughts to race wildly beneath your skull.

In contrast to the surrounding buildings, Quanxi’s is not nearly as vibrant. The only lights come from the large fixed windows pressed tight between the dark brickwork; signs of life that neighbourhood from before had sorely been missing. Even the streets, despite the time, are flooded with chattering humans.

“We’re here, get out,” Quanxi says, putting the car into park and exiting it, herself. You join her on the sidewalk, where she’d just given a man a set of keys. In the corner of her vision, you watch him replace where Quanxi once sat, and drive off with her car, while the two of you enter the building.

“I’m on the penthouse level,” she tells you after pressing a button on the wall of the elevator. “It’s nothing fancy. Comfortable enough when I come home from an assignment, and for my—” Quanxi goes silent. You notice, but don’t press. The elevator chimes, announcing their arrival to the topmost level, and the doors open. “This way.”

There’s a keypad on the door, for which Quanxi types a particularly long code into before it beeps at them to enter. Whereas you take off your own boots and set them aside, Quanxi toes hers off and kicks them to the side, knocking yours over.

“A drink?” Quanxi offers.

“… water is fine.”

The penthouse is minimalist and simple, as its owner mentioned it would be. A simple living area full of couches and irregularly shaped chairs; a simple bedroom, raised up, across the room in a loft space. The bathroom and kitchen end up being the fanciest of the space, full of shining metal appliances and smooth surfaces, as white as the moon, itself.

There are but a few adornments and decorations, and you find that across the apartment, there are only a handful of photographs framed and sitting atop a long cabinet, two of which had been turned down— you recall Quanxi doing so as she’d entered ahead of you. Not one to pry — you know just as well as anyone what dredging up old memories does to a person — and with Quanxi busying herself in her kitchen, you cross over to them and quickly tip them up. Both have the woman pressed between four other girls, all with varyingly unexplainable appearances — why are her brains exposed? — but they all easily express their fondness for Quanxi.

“It’s like you’ve never been invited into someone’s home before,” Quanxi suddenly calls from around the corner. You flinch, and without making eye contact, set the frames back down with care. “It should go without me having to say the words “don’t touch anything unnecessary”.”

“Sorry,” you say.

Quanxi sighs, and extends her arm to hand the stranger a glass of clear liquid. “It’s fine. Just don’t touch them again. And try not to get curious enough that you want to ask about… them.”

You accept the glass, nodding, and take a generous gulp from it, immediately reeling.

“This isn’t water,” you say, swallowing thickly, her throat catching from the burn.

“It’s baijiu. Figured you could probably use some to relax while you’re here.” You instantly cough.

“Relax?”

“It’s not like you’ll be able to figure anything out tonight, not this late. And, not if you’re still wired into fight or flight mode. Drink this. If you’re hungry, there’s food in the fridge you can help yourself to. The bathroom is around the corner. Go and shower. I’ll grab you a change of clothing.”

Not that it’d been so severely important to, but you silently admit to her observations. Being sent stuck here and almost immediately thrust into one-sided combat against this strange woman, to being invited to her home for reprieve, has kept you tiptoeing on a jagged edge, teetering more to one side than the other. It’s discomforting. Unfamiliar.

You down the clear liquid in the glass before stalking into Quanxi’s bathroom, quick to strip yourself of your clothing before stepping into the shower. Beginning to scrub away the day’s grime from your body with a sudsy cloth, you realize you’ve yet to feel this calm thus far— must be the baijiu, you assume.

With the glass of the shower all fogged up from the steam, you don’t notice Quanxi standing in the doorway when you finally exit it. Unfocused, the nude woman jumps, the towel in her hand almost slipping out of her grasp.

“I’m beginning to think,” you start, huffing out a flustered breath, “that you’re the lonely one between us.”

“Perhaps I am.” The ice in her own glass clinks against it when she takes a sip, watching you start to pat yourself dry. “I won’t argue with you. I never thought I would feel like this, even after losing them. They were only Fiends, after all. Not entirely human.”

“... does one have to be “entirely human” for someone to love them?”

“… I forgot who I was saying this to,” Quanxi muses, mostly to herself. “You’re young, after all. Insightfulness comes easier to each new generation of life.”

“Something like that,” you halfheartedly confirm, dragging the towel down each of your legs. You sigh— avoiding certain conversations may not be as easy as you’d once thought with this woman, the involvement of alcohol perhaps making it even more of a difficult probability. “Where I’m from… in my time… in my version of Earth, we don’t have different species of humans. But to be loved by anyone, by anything, even by someone non-human, is a joy, and an honour. Don’t justify them being Fiends so you don’t have to grieve over them. And… just be glad you can remember everything about them.”

She smiles back, but it’s distant; spurious. You know full well what the look is for, and decide it’s unfair to call the woman the only lonely one between them, after all.

Quanxi pushes herself off the door’s frame, stumbling very slightly out of her awkward stance.

“I was only in here for ten minutes. How did you manage to get drunk so quickly?”

“Oh, I’m not drunk,” Quanxi swears. “This is my first glass… and I’m a bit of a heavyweight. I just figure I should share some of my vulnerability with you since you’re naked in my home right now. Seems like a fair trade to me.”

You look up at her, having wrapped your head in the towel, and around the washroom.

“Your clothes. Right. I forgot to bring them in. They’re out here.”

“Could you go and grab them?”

“You’re coming back out here anyway, right? Just come and change out here.”

Your eyes narrow. The woman’s already seen her as nude as the day she’d been born, and from her own words, she now lives alone, the existence of those four girls in the photos seemingly otherwise erased from the apartment save for those photos. Being on the penthouse level on one of the tallest buildings around, it’d be unlikely for any of the neighbouring buildings to see—

“You’re overthinking it,” Quanxi calls out. “Is that something you do when you drink alcohol?”

Your attempt at sliding past her in the doorway fails, the taller of the two having lifted her arm to stop you.

“Is it?”

You sigh. Quanxi’s lip lifts into a small smile, and she drops her arm to let you pass and enter the kitchen.

“Is this where you assert yourself on me, and I lower myself into showing you my “gratitude”?” You slip on the folded burgundy tee from the counter, mentally cursing at the woman for supplying you with such a useless piece of fabric, the offending material barely reaching your navel; you shiver. “I’ve read enough fiction in my lifetime to recognize this cliché.”

“Then you must’ve read a crazy amount of sapphic erotica throughout your journey across the stars.” You shake your head and reach for the pants, ignoring Quanxi’s presence at your side. “No,” she answers, “though, I’m glad my intentions go without me having to say anything. A harmless, wordless invitation to share in a little bit of skinship with me. I won’t force you into it, but…”

In still being bare from the hips down, Quanxi dares to smooth a hand across your waist that curls an arm around your middle, and you freeze, your cool skin quick to grow warm under her touch.

“Quanxi—””It’s not lowering yourself to enjoy yourself,” she muses, right next to your ear. You blame your immodesty for the chill that sweeps down your spine. “Let me take your mind out of the stars for the night.”

It’s the alcohol. You’re drunk, too. That’s the only reason. Trying to rationalize your acceptance of the situation with false realities only embarrasses you further— you aren’t drunk. You can’t even call yourself slightly inebriated, not yet.

Then perhaps it’s your subconscious telling you to cave to Quanxi’s suggestion. To give into the strange offer of reprieve this Earth finds itself willing to give to you.

Her hands travel, soft and featherlight, across your now scalding flesh, and beneath the waistband of the sweats she’d intended on giving you. Loosening them from around your hips, she pushes them down until they slip around your ankles, and with a hand poised at the toned sculpt of her abdomen, she presses you into leaning against the counter behind you.

“Just stand there and stay pretty for me.”

Quanxi doesn’t waste another moment; not particularly keen to stop her, you lean into the hand that cups your jaw, allows her to fit her lips between yours, tries to remember the last time you’d ever kissed or had ever been kissed, and fails. With no other thoughts to keep you tethered to creating distractions for yourself, you keen forward and shift your weight onto a single foot. A small laugh huffs against your lips.

“You are enjoying yourself, aren’t you,” she murmurs. You’re about to argue the opposite, that you’d only been acting agreeable for their best interest, and open your mouth; ever the opportunist, Quanxi is quick to curl her tongue to sweep along the inside of your lips before you get the chance to utter a single word. You flinch, but your own hand stays holding Quanxi’s hips against your own.

Her thighs are thick, discovering them to be more muscular than you’d first presumed when one of them press between your own and shift upward. You gasp, a soft sound, when the coarse material of Quanxi’s denim begins sliding back and forth along your bare clit; you tremble, and grips her sides just a little firmer.

“Ah, see? You don’t have to use your words to show it.”

A hand slips around to hold your neck, Quanxi pulling her mouth hard against yours, and you moan, your breaths shared with each tilt of their head and each swirl of their tongues around the other dense, purposeful. Was it the alcohol making your mind fuzzier? Making your judgment clouded? You hadn’t yearned for something this hard in much too long a time, though it did go without saying— yes, I’m enjoying myself.

You shiver at the sudden soft pecks and harsher licks at the curve of your neck, and Quanxi grinds your crotch against her bouncing thigh a little more insistently when you’d begun to shudder.

“You’re close, right? So soon?” Reluctantly, you find yourself nodding. Quanxi hums. “Not here.” She lowers her knee almost too abruptly, and releases. Your head snaps her way, frowning.

“This isn’t how I want you to come,” she explains, decidedly tugging down her own pants and kicking them away. “Too simple.”

“Why did you stop?”

“It’s only for a moment,” Quanxi assures you. She takes one of your hands and begins pulling you toward the staircase to the loft, quick to guide you along to sitting at the edge of her plush bedding. “Don’t look so frustrated, hm?”

You scoff, but it’s choked, heart still racing from your formerly impending, now lost, orgasm.

“More condescending words of yours,” you mutter, “just like earlier.”

“Condescending words from earlier…” Quanxi pauses. “Do you mean when I called you a “good girl”?”

“Yes. It was patronizing.”

“And… if I were to call you a good girl now?” Quanxi releases her hold around your wrist and, before you can pull them back (whether you were going to or not), fits her fingers through both of yours and kneels between your legs, spreading them further apart with her shoulders. Your entire body flinches, and your arms both jerk upwards with nowhere to go. “Is that still me being condescending? Or…” Quanxi tilts her head forward once more, and licks a stripe upward against your quiver. “… maybe it’s patronizing now?”

“Y-You’ve… well surpassed the definition of both of those words,” you groan.

“Maybe.” Quanxi’s tongue curls, catching on the hood of your clit. You gasp. “But look at you, my little time-traveling friend, behaving so well for me. I think this deserves a little bit of praise; a small reward.”

“Stop talking about it and give it to me, then.”

Quanxi doesn’t speak again, having suddenly busied herself with the wet kisses she supplied to your cunt. Your eyes fly upward to meet hers, tongue flicking so frustratingly calculated between your folds. You stir, arms twitching impatiently in her hold with nowhere to go— until she releases them again. Unable to help herself, you lurch forward, one hand pressing the woman between your thighs deeper into you, the other clawing at the sheets beneath you. When Quanxi goes to mumble something, not bothering to remove her tongue from against you, you send a hazy glare her way.

“Don’t talk, j-just—!” Quanxi’s grip shifts, instead to wind her arms around your thighs when your squirming becomes too uncontrolled. You cry out, a sharp noise that ends up startling you back into biting down on your own lip, as Quanxi suckles on your swollen bud. It’s impossible to stop her, to want to stop her; your hold on her head lessens, though it’s only when your legs begin to tremble in their attempt to fold shut, and when your voice catches in her throat that Quanxi finally pulls away, lips and chin glistening under the moonlight and hair slightly disheveled, and you groan again, a noise that grows progressively louder and more frustrated as the blonde rises back onto her feet.

“I never specified if you’d be the only one getting rewarded,” Quanxi points out, chuckling. “Keep your legs open.”

You manage a frown, but still hold your thighs apart for Quanxi to straddle you. Your hips buck, feeling the sudden pressure, the sudden heat and slick press against her; Quanxi doesn’t waste another moment, having been denying even herself the pleasure she’d now twice ripped away from you— punishment for the frustratingly short answers you’d provided throughout the evening.

Hands falling next to your head to grip the blanket, she rocks forward, lower back instinctively arching upon the friction finally reaching her— Quanxi moans, and you, impatient and shuddering once more, reach behind Quanxi to grab at her ass to pull her tighter into you.

“So eager,” Quanxi groans. Jerkily, she forces your shirt up over your breasts, nipples pert from your arousal, and dips her head down to wrap her lips around one, tongue swirling.

“Quanxi, I—” she pops away, gasping, hips still gyrating and pelvis grinding into yours with such a desperate fervour; she suddenly swivels herself and takes hold of your leg from under her knee, bringing it upwards. “Quanxi—”

“Go on, then,” Quanxi pants. Both mouths dripping, she takes her tongue and drags it up your calf. “Come for me, my little time-traveler.”

You choke on your breath, and your hands seize for Quanxi to hold her in position while you suddenly flip her around, grinding down on her, instead. Teeth gritted, Quanxi pulls and tugs at the sheets, moaning with the sweet relief of her own orgasm, and you tremble, crying out soft and low from the washing over of — finally, finally — your own pleasure.

Spent, you huff at the one-eyed woman when you lower herself down fully onto her pelvis. “Don’t… call me that ever again.”

Quanxi’s laugh is one of disbelief, and has you reddening above her.

“I was supposed to have an early night… I can always sleep on the plane.”

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zvirinabebez · 4 months

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“ douceur „

quanxi x fem florist | barista reader.

multiple part series. first part thats just pretty fluffy and romancey!! first time writing and actually publishing it so ermm leave tips ig idk. ik the pacing is weird but its bc i like to write in detail.

feminine reader x quanxi, includes romance. >:3 smut in later chapters or wtv.

disclaimer ; I've never written like romance before so forgive me lol. I write with extreme detail too so it probably gonna be the SLOWEST burn ever. also she smokes weed cuz ion fuck wit that cig shit lmfao

CHAPTER I

being a florist in tokyo isn't anything you thought you'd be finding yourself doing. though, being drawn to the sweet and naturey smell of flowers wouldn't suprise anyone who had known you before. head over heels constantly in love with all kinds of plants and flowers, from spider lilies to hydrangea, peony and flower arrangements in themselves.

. . .

you'd adjust your grip on the box cutter in your dominant hand, the vivid pink color of it mixing with the warm lighting above you, the blade swiftly and sharply cutting through the protruding thorns of the white roses, the remaining water inside would drip slightly onto the paper below the bouqet would find itself sitting inside of momentarily. a smell similar of freshly cut grass would fill your senses, and the cozy and comforting feel of the floristry – cafe place that you had recently assigned yourself to.

the smell of coffee, tea, and the baby's breath that sat to the right of you would fill the air, a rainy day with cars ever–so making light noises as their wheels splash and sputter inside of the puddles left by the rain. the annoying ding of the door would fill your ears once more, and like clock–work the all too familiar words would spill out of your mouth.

“ Welcome to Yrlissa's Flowery, How may I be of assistance? ”

as your eyes lazily drifted off the commissed bouqet that laid on the counter infront of you, your eyes would laid upon a tall lady, with a muscular yet slim figure. wispy bangs and a lacey eyepatch concealing her right eye. the rest of her thin hair contained by a black hairtie— who the hell visits a flower shop in a full black suit? Is she going to a fucking funeral ?

NOT professional thoughts. get it together!!!

the lady would approach the counter, with an almost monochromatic expression. not one emotion would appear on her face, and no body language out of the ordinary. her movements would seem almost perfected calculated, almost uncanny even, but as she grew closer the smell of the the roses and baby's breath would be replaced with the smell of marijuana.

the footsteps would come to a halt uncomfortably close to you, or maybe it would seem that way since shes near the height of a basketball player and you couldn't be any closer to a smurf, and also leaning over flowers with posture far from the best in the world– a few seconds of silence commence, the ladies eyes piercing above to read the sign. her lips parting to finally speak.

“A small espresso will do, please.”

“ would you like sugar or cream? ”

“ Surprise me. ”

the click of the box cutters blade retracting back into itself, and the clack of its placement onto the counter would follow her sentence. with your feet tapping to the cups behind you, and your body language obviously showing your nervousness, you'd swiftly grab it and draw back over to the counter near the woman.

tipping over the jug of geyser water just measuring to the line that marks a half liter. the sound of the water filling up would once again save you from extremely embarrassment from the pure awkwardness of the situation at hand.

. . . .

you'd stretch your hand over and weigh out 20 grams of coffee beans, pouring them into a small tin and placing them on the miniature scale. the lady bringing a stop to the awkward silence that filled the air.

“ I take it it's relaxing to work here hm? ”

“ It's nice on it's slow days, but then there's times like valentines day, and wedding season ykno? ”

“I'd imagine.”

as a few weeks passed, the lady swiftly became a regular. almost always coming in during your shift or being there before you clock in. a name you wrote on the coffee cup almost every shift, the type of name that rolls off your tongue sweet and slick, — quanxi. another day had arrived, opening the door to yrlissa's the bell would chime as you walked in, swiftly pittering to clock in, not missing quanxi sitting in the corner of the shop, as always.

she would stay for a few hours and make nice company on slow days, an often occurrence it would be to sit and speak with her while filling out the commissions for bouqets, and other kinds of assortments. it didn't take long to realize quanxi liked more to listen than to speak.

today was october 5th. the chill in the air sweeping into the store moments after the bell on the door would ring. it didn't take long for you to learn to brace yourself against the cold on the cue of the chime. completing the same ol' sequence you'd do everyday, steaming the milk and poking holes in the puck of espresso, yet this time for yourself to warm up on the cold day.

the thick fog outside would make seeing the people and events happening outside near impossible. pouring the milk, then espresso, a drizzle of caramel and whipped cream onntop, the perfect go—to drink. the cup would warm your hands, soothing you and bringing you into relaxation with the first sip, a small breath leaving your parted lips—

the all too familiar chime would fill your ears.

bruh.

quickly stepping behind the counter to at least shield your lower half. or.. 90% of ur body bc ur a fucking smurf. srry im writing this in my perspective im fucking 5'0. the chill would still expectedly hit your face and torso, sending a small shiver up your spine. gripping the cup of coffee just a bit tighter to warm your hands once again. fluttering your lashes and squinting to keep the ice cold air out of your eyes, you'd realize who'd walked in.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cold.” Quanxi would say, looking back and closing the door softly behind her as not to brush more cold air inside. this time she was wearing a brown turtle-neck under her coat and long black pants. she'd take a deep breath in and pull her other hand out of her pocket.

“you're fine don't worry. at least it's not another total stranger walking in, I think I'd rot inside having to make any more small talk today.” you'd set down your coffee to start her order, placing it beside the cash register and lean on the counter with the corner digging into your palms.

“Usual?”

“Mm.”

Quanxi would approach the table near the entrance of the work space, leaving about 3-5 feet in between the two of you as you started her order. It took her a few days in the beginning but she got what she wanted down pack. a shot of espresso, mixed softly into chocolate syrup followed by warm steamed milk and whipped cream. In other words, a Caffé Mocha. with some extra chocolate.

. . . should probably start that order

you'd started serving quanxi in the pretty white mugs boss lady told you not to use, simply to reduce dishes. but you didn't mind washing one or two for quanxi. You'd hear the clink of her keys being placed onto the table before she'd speak.

“How's work been treating you lately? ” Quanxi would say to you, looking at you completely still with a hand propped up under her chin, but still as nonchalant as usual. It was hard to believe she was genuinely interested sometimes.

pouring the chocolate into the bottom of the cup focusedly, to make it look as pretty and perfect as can be, you'd take a second before answering. “Horrible, Actually. This guy yesterday, came in and got mad at me because I forgot to put caramel on top of his frappe. He ended up throwing it on the floor, and of course I had to clean it. ”

Quanxi's eyes would follow the way you carefully made the coffee. The way you'd twirl the cup to make sure it was evenly distributed, and the way you'd add extra for her, even though she didn't ask for it. Nor did she really like how sweet it made the drink, but to her it was an act of kindness.

"Mm."

“Oh! and thennnn I had a lady come in here with her boyfriend and I guess I was a bit too friendly with her and she pulled me to the side and basically threatened me. I'm not one for wanting a guy in general. That was actually around a week ago and she came back a few days ago an—”

the glass pot to steam the milk in would fall to the ground instantly shattering. nothing but the thought of your boss chewing you out rushes into your mind. not only is it expensive to replace, it was definitely coming out of your paycheck. Quanxi wasted no time raising out of her chair and assisting you with cleanup even before you, yourself could process what had happened.

“thank you. god my boss is gonna make me pay for this. . . " you'd say squatting down and beginning to pick up the big chunks of glass first and placing them in your palm. “I'll get it, you might get cut. ” Quanxi would take the glass from out of your hand and continue to pick up where you left off.

"are you sure? I can just get a broom or something." you'd turn away for a second to grab the broom from the back, yet once you come back you find the glass all gone, not a single piece remaining on the floor and a note on the counter, sitting placed under two 10,000 yen notes. (around 140$)

the shock would spread across your face almost in an instant. what the absolute hell? picking up the notes, you'd take the time to read the note she'd left behind.

“𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓻. 𝓾𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓫𝓮, 𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓿𝓮.

𝓠𝓾𝓪𝓷𝔁𝓲 347-1782.”

✧─── ･｡ﾟ✧: * 🎀 .* :✧. ───✧

tired of there not being fuckin quanxi fics and smut bro. ik u stans r alive ACT LIKE IT!!!! 😡 k hope u enjoyed tho owo also im seriously fucking hoping this isn't ugly on pc bro.. idk but if ur reading fluff n shit on a pc u got balls cuz id cry if i got caught

#quanxi #quanxi smut #quanxi fluff #csm x reader #csm smut #csm fluff #quanxi x reader #wifey is back #quanxi csm #chainsawman

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mxiaogod · 1 year

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— 12. [LURIDO] QUANXI AU X FEM! AFAB READER

Warnings : Mentions of violence, straight up hate fuck, use of strap on (referred to as dick) , fingering, slapping, spanking, smoking, drinking, drugs, NSFW (DNI IF YOU AREN’T 18+)

A/N: I’m back, kind of, but I’m heavily troubled so I will be writing. I hope you lot are still here.

"hi guys im back. my dad got prosecuted last week because of potential embezzlement, but no worries because he's been proven not guilty! we're homeless now tho but i can still write for you guys on my phone, here's a new update! thank you for your patienceI"

— You move with grace, your back straightened and your red bottoms matching the plush red carpet you're walking down, your black dress flowing behind you as you rake your blood-painted nails over your hair. Walking inside this institution felt suffocating, like claws piercing your lungs.

You look at her, your irises expanding, as she sits with her legs apart, a cigarette in one hand and the other swirling the ice in her old fashioned.

"What the fuck, Quanxi?" You inquire, your gaze fixed on her as if she didn't originate from this world. You'd awoken to an envelope, an invitation to Quanxi's club in her side of town, the one she used to dominate, or still did in this case. You were perplexed, your mind nebulous as you tried to process her, the woman you contemn, reviled.

“I thought you died”

“I did.”

She stares back, she looks different, older and more matured. Her body was built and slim, her aura didn’t change, she was still the same Quanxi you despised, the one you had tried to kill many times, in her sleep, during car rides, you tried everything to stop her reign, but you knew, deep down that the only reason this city was balanced was because of the two of you, like yin and yang.

"You look fine," she rasped, her voice raspy from the cigarette she was smoking. "No, you don't understand, you're dead, I saw, I saw how you died," you recalled as plain as day, it was the memory that haunted your mind at night, waking you up gasping with your cheeks wet with tears, you didn't like how it felt, you suffered every night, for 7 years.

"I see you're still the same, aggravating, galling girl, certain things never change, do they darling?" " She mutters, your breath caught in your throat, you didn't like how you felt, what you're feeling, but then again, you never liked how you felt, never truly liked how you felt yourself wanting to be consumed by her, the woman you were supposed to detest growing up, you were adversaries.

But deep down you knew, and you were fully aware, that there was no resisting Quanxi; you tried many times but you, perturbing her, trying to assassinate her, sabotage her business, you tell yourself it was a game of chess you were both playing, that you were closer to checkmate, but it was all to get her attention, you wanted her to snap first because you couldn't accept that you were the weaker one, it was difficult straying away from the nature you were born in, enemies, that what you both are.

You get lost in your surge of thoughts, never noticing that Quanxi was now in front of you, standing in all her glory as if she hadn't been battered to death while you sat and watched behind the screen, with your gut wrenching. “Hey, come back to me.” Her tone is hard and venomous.

You turn to face her, she is a few inches taller than you, and you attempt not to be scared. "I see, honey, are you guilty?" Are you concerned that you went too far with your games? Are you afraid I'll bite you back? " She coos, her tone condescending.

"You know, I didn't peg you as a stupid girl; do you think I'm that stupid?" You think I don't see that the games you're playing are simply a way to grab my attention?" She looks at you, her brown eyes rigid and domineering.

"How wonderful, I'm delighted to hear you haven't lost your touch, although you did lose an eye" you mockingly examine the eye patch. Your silly games made her purse her lips. Play stupid games and win stupid prizes.

Her face morphed with irritation, a beautiful one, the one she always wore for you. "I admit, you're pretty good, too good if you ask me. I fucking hate you so much, you know that? Every time I stare at you, your face, your eyes, my fucking blood boils. Everything you do is despicable to me because I can't do anything about it. I can't touch you, I can't fuck you." She says, her tone below a whisper. “Because that would be defying our nature, no?” She speaks, as she runs a finger down your cheek, you revel in it and try your hardest not to lean into it. “I think of you everytime, when I drive, when I shower, and when I spread my legs at night, I think of you and your wrong sent messages of your body clad in lingerie, the voice messages of you moaning, you can’t keep using wrong send as an excuse darling, it’s getting really old. You plague me and I hate you for it, you’re everything I hate in a person, yet you’re the only person who can make me cum the hardest, and you haven’t even laid a single finger on me” You gasp, a tiny one that didn’t go unnoticed by Quanxi, your lips gaping as she runs her thumb on your bottom lip. “Your name is the one I scream at night, when I reach my quim, does that make you happy, pretty girl?”

Your tongue darts out a tiny bit, tasting the tip of her thumb. You bite your bottom as you give her an ensnaring smile, “The smile on your face tells me you feel the same.” Your smile drops, “Oh no honey, I think you look ravishing when you smile.” She murmurs with mischief. “You do?” You ask.

“Yeah” she said, sickeningly sweet as it morphs into a harsh expression. “it makes me want to slap it off your face.” You head whips to the side, a gasp leaving your lips, but you face her with another smile otherwise. “You irritate me so much it makes me want to bend you over this table.”

She slid her boots on the glass center table, ridding it of drugs and whatever liquor it contained as she grabbed both of your arms and locked them behind your back. You fell to the table with a thud and a tiny moan slipping between your plush lips.

She drags down the zipper of your dress, ripping it off you and leaving you in your lace set and your garter belt. She playfully snaps it on your thighs and you fight back the sound your throat makes. Her lithe but calloused hands wrapped around your throat as she lifted half of your body up off the cold glass table. “Let it out, Il mio amore.” You gasped audibly, chest heaving up and down as the heat in your lower stomach sets a painfully, tantalizing arousal in your body. She traces her finger along the curve of your spine, your back automatically arching beautifully for her. “Così carino, I’ve wanted this for so long.” She mutters for herself.

Quanxi didn’t waste time, finger dragging the pads of your bra down, revealing your chest to her. She pinch and tugs, and you can’t help mumble noises appreciation. She works on your underwear, quickly pulling it down, taking strings of your arousal with it. She bites her lip as your wetness webs against the plush of your inner thighs. “Look at that, all for me?” She asks. “All f’ you” your voice is so little, so submissive.

You hear her zipping her pants down, and a cold, bulbous tip teasingly hit ever so lightly at your clit. You whine and try to inch away from the coldness, but Quanxi holds your hips tightly, fingers bruising against your satin skin. “No running away mama, s’ okay” She cooes, her tone still harsh, motivated by hatred.

“Lascia che ti veda.” Her voice laced with her thick Italian accent, as she flips you over the table, she grabs her belt and loops it around your arms and pinning them above your head. “You want it?” She asks, “Yes I do, I do-”

“Tell me how much.”

“So bad, please, wan’ it so bad.” You cant your hips as you try and slide down on her dick.

She smiles, a genuine one as she slides your hips down, dick entering you easily by how wet you are. Your moans and the squelches of your pussy echoes around the dimly lit room. “Così stretta piccola, posso sentirti” Her hot breath ghosting the shell of your ears as she trusts her hips against yours.

Translation : So tight baby, I can feel you.

You don't understand Italian, but you've always found it sexual when Quanxi said it, her accent was thick and compelling, you've never found a language so enticing, you loved it when it was spoken through Quanxi's sinful lips.

“Una figa così carina, tutta nuda per me.” Her breathing wavers along with the stuttering of her hips. Your pussy sounded so sinful, the dulcet moans and grunts of the both of you filled the room while a muffled sensual music playing on the speakers.

Translation : Such a pretty pussy, all bare for me.

“Fuck Quanxi, so good- so good, ugh!” You mutter through the pleasure, drool runs on the side of your mouth, eyes watered with pleasure as you bite your lips hard enough to draw blood.

She grabs a handful of your hair and it only adds to the mix of pain and pleasure you were feeling, so euphoric, and it feels so Quanxi, like Quanxi. She cursed through your veins, consuming your brain whole.

“M’ cumming! Please!” You beg, your hips thrusting on their own as Quanxi eyes you through your desperation, she was in awe, you were so beautiful, you could make the devil himself repent for his sins. You were so sinful, so filthy, lurido.

"Conosco il mio amore, lo so, come on, cum for me," she says next your head, her words dragging, and you do, your body quivering, your thighs shaking by her hips, and she loved every second of it, enjoyed every second of consuming you. You kneel for her, allowing her to absorb the very heart of you, the untouchable you, knowing that you reigned yet she reigned over you.

Translation : I know, I know my love

She drags the ice from her long-forgotten drink and running it down the expanse of your torso, the ice melting against your body heat, the remains dropping to your very core, intensifying your climax. You scream and stammer as you let the bliss wash over you.

You calm down after a while, Quanxi lying on top of you, basking in your presence. She keeps track of your every breath, matching the closing of her lips, in and out. The air smelled like sex, sin, filthy, so filthy. You heave, every breath for a thought racing through your mind, you feel like drowning, shirt drenched in vomit and tears remembering how you watched, your doing, torturing the both of you, you remember drowning, porcelain tub rimmed with water, fingers pinched at your nose, and there would always be hands grabbing you out, pulling you up like the waves of the waters that tested you.

You breath in sequence, each heave you made for her she returned, in and out. Tears reamed your eyes, you breath in and out, rough hands caressing the skin of your nape, Those rough hands that were your medication, your heart-song and your light, for that is what you deemed as love. the only other born in the same flame as you, together you are able to bathe one other in warmth and light as easily as you breathe, immune and oblivious to darkness.

You breath each other like oxygen, for love ever safe and sound, love so murky that tested dirty waters, love so defiant of nature. “Sono tornato per te, sempre per te, amore."

"My ruin, my downfall."

#quanxi #quanxi x reader #quanxi smut #csm #csm smut #quanxi gay lord #I'd do anything for this woman god #quanxi x fem reader #This is not proof read my eyes are about to close #goodnight yall #this is totally not fueled by love is a bitch by two feet #art by @/slimee33 on twt.#man idek

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xoxodiluc · 1 year

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thigh riding | quanxi ( chainsaw man ) x female! reader

genre nsfw, thirst

cw sub! reader, thigh riding, praising

notes idk i wanted to thirst over quanxi lol also she’s 6’1??!?!? *MEOWS LOUDLY*

quanxi likes to see you struggle as you grind on her clothed thigh. she refuses to take her jeans off — when you reach your orgasm she likes to see your cum on her jeans.

“good girl…” she would praise you for being such an obedient girl.

and if you’re needy for more, you would beg her to take her jeans off to ride her thigh once again so you could feel her skin against your clit.

“since you want it so much…” she whispers, sliding her long fingers from your waist to your hips, holding onto them. “then of course.”

#♡.heather’s writings #♡.smut #quanxi #quanxi x reader #quanxi smut #csm #chainsaw man #chainsaw man x reader #quanxi x you

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rczc · 2 years

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quanxi has sensitive tits… how do you feel about this 👁👁

feelin wronged bc im not lying on top of her rn,, grinding on her muscular thigh and making out with her all sloppy and messy. sucking on her bottom lip and trailing kisses down to her jaw and neck that have her shuddering, hands moving to grip my hips as she flexes her thigh below my cunny and groans🥺 wishing i could leave pretty marks on her neck and watch them bloom red on her delicate skin before moving to her chest.

she’s soooo responsive to your every touch, starting with your soft kisses and the warmth of your hands cupping her tits. her eyes are trained on you as you squeeze, thumbs rolling over her nipples so lightly ,, the pressure almost negligible but it makes her body jolt nonetheless.

haaaah

she gasps, hips shifting below you and the grip on your hips tightening with every pass of your fingertips. she looks at you with heavy lidded eyes, issuing a silent command for you to continue. and so you do.

you rock your hips along her now slippery thigh, pussy lips sliding over the hard muscle, and take a nipple into your mouth. your tongue circles around it as you look up at quanxi through your lashes to see her nose scrunched up and a blush spreading across her cheeks,, huffing as her gaze stays locked on you. the sight spurs you on, issuing a want no- a need to make her feel good, a need to reciprocate the generosity and attention she always showers you with. and so you go in,, grabbing the nipple between your teeth while the hand on her other one pushes on it, pressing it in as you grope her breast

awww fuckk!

her moans sound so pretty, laced with a desperation youve never heard before, one you want to hear again and again until it’s permanently etched into your memory. you hum, sending the same vibrations down quanxi’s body you felt travel down yours before releasing her with a wet pop

shit,, cmere doll she rasps, rough hands cupping your jaw as her lips smash against yours, tongue licking into yours as she moves to reorient the two of you so you lay with your pussies over eachother

you feel that? her hands moves down from your cheek to rest against your neck, lightly squeezing at the sides once she grinds her hips over yours. it makes your eyes roll back into your skull

oh fuck

yeah? you feel how wet i am?

how could you not with the way your cunts were practically slipping off of eachother, loud squelches emanating from the space where you were joined with every movement.

y-yeah,, wanna make you feel good quanxi you slur, drunk off the feeling of quanxi’s hands on your throat and her pussy on yours. you place a hand over hers, guiding it down to your clit as you begin to grind against her.

she hums in approval, her hips moving in tandem with yours while her thumb stays pressed against your clit, rubbing tight circles over it as your speed increases. your whines and pleas are like music to quanxi’s ears, getting higher in pitch with every squeeze of your throat, every tap of her thumb. your babbles grow louder, repeating the same phrase over and over

wan- wanna makeyou feel good wanna make you feel good quanxi wanna-

haa aw baby she chuckles, releasing her grip on your throat to cup your jaw, thumb pulling down the puffy bottom lip to watch the drool making its way down your chin onto your chest. her dark lust filled eyes look into your bleary ones and she just can’t help it

pulling your face towards hers she kisses you again, sucking on your bottom lip and murmuring praise against it as the two of you near your highs

look at what you do to me

always makin me feel so good

you’re my good girl yeah?

and you’re just whimpering back, pussy spasming against quanxi’s, clit twitching in overstimulation as your hands find purchase in her silver hair, pulling on the strands as you cum with a cry. quanxi hisses at the pain, running her fingers across your clit to push you through, not stopping until she feels your release pruning her fingertips.

yeah… maybe you should play with quanxi’s tits more often :,)

#🫶🏽#i wont her #so bad #that’s actually how i sleep #with her tit in my mouth #sucking on it like a baby wanting milk #mhm mhm #make her pet my head #YEAH I HAVE MOMMY ISSUES #AND WHAT #😡#QUANXI FILLS THAT VOID PERFECTLY #bun please feel free to elaborate i wanna hear ur thoughts 🥺🫶🏽#quanxi smut #csm smut

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bimbodoggie · 1 year

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as always requests are always available (*´ ˘ `*)

what i do write:

black femme coded reader

plus sized reader

gender neutral (meaning no assigned genitalia in fic)

pet play

primal/prey dynamics (these dynamics are with consent beforehand)

dilfs/milfs

female reader/female character & male reader/male character

polyamorous relationships (i.e. quanxi and her girlfriends)

dynamics (such as priest and innocent reader)

monster fucking (i.e. eren’s titan form)

what i do NOT write:

aged up characters

non consensual sexual acts

pseudo incest/incest

inappropriate age gaps (i.e megumi x sukana)

scat/vomit

lolicon

aheago

#chainsawman smut #aot smut #cod mw2 smut #black!reader #erensmut #jjksmut #tojismut #kishibe smut #quanxi smut #gojo drabbles #getou smut #toji x black reader

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nu11lar · 8 months

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ଘ cw // mdni, wlw, cunnilingus (eating it from da back), overstimulation, cum eating

"n-no more! pleasee-" you desperately cried out, holding onto the plush pillows and your inner thighs being covered in your slick and her saliva. her tounge dragging across your sensitve slit and twirling it around in circular motions in your throbbing bud. her hands grabbed the fat of your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze as she devoured your pussy like a starved woman, moaning as if your pussy was a five-star meal. you were already senstive, first being eaten out from the front and now from the back was too much for you but she couldn't stop, your taste was too addicting,"jus a lil' more yeah?" her words were incoherent, her lips being covered in your juices as she slurped you up, licking your inner folds and your sensitive bud.

you couldn't help but squeal, gripping the pillows tightly as tears soaked the pillow covers, sniffling softly as she was in awe, managing to break you so easily was her accomplishment. filthy noises filled in the air, 'schlip!' and 'squelch!' were being paired with your pornographic moans and little pleads for her to stop, which only caused your overstimulation to grow. your voice was getting hoarse, and your body shaking uncontrollably that all she could do is smirk at your reaction,"f-fuckk! gonna cumm!" you mewled as you felt your eyes roll, at this point you could rip the pillow off by how sensitve you are, only making it worse when she started to rub your puffy clit. you moaned out her name, arching your back prettily for her as your teeth bit down the pillowcase, muffling your cries and moans since you're being too loud.

"cum of my mouth darling" you couldn't hear her properly since her mouth was stuffed in your pussy and ravaging you like a whore, your sensitivity grew in-between your folds almost making you squirt. you hissed in pleasure before you found yourself cumming on her mouth, of course, you moaned loudly that you could receive a noise complaint from the neighbors and she swallowed each bit of your cum and not leaving a single drop. your body was sore, hickeys painting over your pretty body as you grew sore from the sensation, your calves turning numb as your toes were still curled up. you panted softly, your eyelashes dripping with tears as your cheeks were soaked and fully flushed. your body twitched and flinched with every gentle touch she could give.

"hm, you really were sensitive weren't you?" she licked her lips, a sly smirk curling up as she saw your fucked out demeanor. you let out a whine and your voice cracked, your grip on the pillows loosening up as you felt a pair of lips kiss your cheek,"thank you for the meal" she cooed as her hands found a way to squeeze your breast as if it were a stress ball, and all you could do was roll your eyes in annoyance.

── yae miko, quanxi, kafka, yosano, beidou, mirko, mei mei, hange, yelan, your other preferred characters !

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mommypieck · 1 year

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can you do csm girls front and back pls

makima

im sorry but she's a mommy in every way. her boobs are huge, probably like E cup. her nipples are small compared to her mounds. she has small dark areolas. i feel like she would have cute pink stretch marks on her boobs. she wears sports bras to work but alone she loves to try different lace bras.

her pussy is so eatable (is that even a word?). she has big puffy lips with big pussy clit that pulses so much when she's aroused. her butt is also really big and it shakes when she walks. she likes to shave everything but sometimes she just shaves her bikini line, but most of the time, she's bare.

kobeni

she seems tiny but she's a solid C cup. her areolas are small and cute and they are very very light. the nipple itself is also super tiny and cute. she likes to wear bras without cups so sometimes they poke a little.

her pussy is the prettiest thing ever. it's so tiny and cute. she has really short pussy lips and little clit so sometimes it's hard to even find her clit because of how tiny it is. her butt is cushioned. it's not huge but it's also no way small. it looks amazing in jeans. she shaves all the time. they are no exceptions. she's going to be completely shaved everytime.

power

i mean we have all seen that she stuff her bra, but honestly she doesn't have to. i feel like she's a bigger B. her boob shape is amazing, they are perfectly round. she has normal sized areolas but her nipple is a big bigger. she only wears sports bras.

her pussy lips aren't all that long but i feel like they start really high. you can always see it when she's wearing leggings. honestly her butt isn't all that big. it's normal sized but still amazing to grab. she doesn't shave but it takes a lot of time for her hair to grow back so she just trims maybe once a month.

quanxi

she's a good C up too. she's really pale so her areolas are really pale too. but they aren't small and her nipples were practically made her sucking. they also have beautiful shape. she usually wears sports bras but she's going to wear lingerie when she wants to tease you.

I feel like her pussy would be pretty similar to kobeni. she has small lips but her clit is bigger. and it gets puffy when she's needy. she also has slender butt but you still like to watch it when she's in between your legs. she doesn't shave but she doesn't have to because her hairs are so light.

#csm x reader #csm x you #csm smut #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man x y/n #chainsaw man smut #chainsaw man x you #makima x you #makima smut #makima x reader #kobeni x y/n #kobeni smut #kobeni x reader #quanxi smut #quanxi x y/n #quanxi x reader #power x y/n #power x you #power smut

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onyaki · 5 months

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a smokers kiss - drabble

"you want a hit?" they ask, across from you. the smell of alcohol, nic and sweat mixed with perfume and deodorant reeks from your skin.

you laugh, "im good, im not used too it." you glace away from their eyes, looking to continue your conversation with another.

they take a good look at you, head tilted and thought wandering. "...I know what'll get you used to it." getting up from their spot, you're able to see every detail of their expression; now that they are in front of you.

"hm—?" you're cut off, by their hands on your face, titling you to look at them. "what are you doing?" you almost stutter. your hands, taken by theirs, pushing you back against the rest of your chair.

"open," they lift your chin again, taking a puff of their cigarette.

"wait i—" smoke leaks from your lips, as they blow a cloud into your lips. instead of pulling back, they kiss you. lips tasting like liquor and cigs.

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quanxi, shoko, stein, worick, sanji, aki, himeno (anyone else I literally can't think of people who smoke)

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earphonejackx · 7 months

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AN: IN HONOR OF QUANXI COMING BACK I DECIDED TO MAKE THIS🤭

☠︎ Quanxi x Fem! Reader (slight NSFW)

☠︎ Since Quanxi technically did die like in part 1 of csm, I’m gonna alter her personality justttt a bit, she’ll still be the same but she’s a little more different in this trust.

☠︎ Ima just go right off that bat, this lady is PROTECTIVE of you. She will under no circumstances will allow anyone to hurt you. She wants to protect because she feels guilt about her last relationship and how she wasn’t really about to protect her girls, and she feels like she needs to protect you :( (my poor baby)

☠︎ Quanxi definitely will brun herself out sometimes so it’s best if you try to comfort her or be her emotional support. “[name] come sit. I want you rn.”

☠︎ Now we don’t really know too much about Quanxi’s new job, but I do know that she’s probably still an assassin. So most likely if you do work with her she’d probably gain feelings for you like that. Or if your just an ordinary civilian that just so happens to live next door to her. She might also have a watchful eye for you

☠︎ Quanxi DOES NOT like fighting in front of you. She tries to keep that devil shit out the door. It’s no secret to you that she is a hybrid devil herself buttt she wouldn’t want you to see her fight because she believes your too innocent for that. She needs to protect her sweet angel at all costs. But of course she rarely even transforms cuz she’s already so strong without doing it

☠︎ Quanxi loves taking baths with you for some reason. She was never really a big fan of baths because she was so used to “wash up and get out.” But she loves taking baths now, she likes to wash you down herself, even where your most intimate parts are.

☠︎ When you and Quanxi cuddle, she likes to be the big spoon always. She likes to have a protective hold on you as she sleeps to know that your okay. But it might be a problem if you have to pee “Quanxi get up I have to pee.” “No.”

☠︎ Quanxi loves loves loves cafe dates, she used to always take her girls there and she’d thought it be nice to keep her little tradition going

☠︎ Quanxi surprising actually knows how to play basketball really well. She likes to flex on you as she plays against you sometimes.

☠︎ We all know Quanxi has a shit ton of toys and she’s not afraid to use ‘em. She likes teasing you with her strap so much 😭 “Quanxi quit fucking teasing and fuck me!!” “Pushy are we?”

☠︎ We all know that she is a Tity grabber. She likes to hold ur Tity for emotional support, or she just lays on your chest.

☠︎ Quanxi likes to take you shopping from time to time. She has so much money so why not spend it on her favorite girl? She will let you buy till your hearts content! Go wild. She’ll hold all your bags with ease.

☠︎ Eventually you’ll run into Quanxi’s old co-worker… she doesn’t like him at all so she quickly takes you by your waist and moves on with her day. “Quanxi who was that?” “Oh? That was nobody to worry your pretty little head about.”

☠︎ Quanxi is always thinking about your safety nowadays especially since your a human and she knows you guys have extremely short life spans, bonus points if your a devil hybrid yourself, she is very happy because you can’t really die yk?? Do you’ll be together forever

☠︎ One day when Quanxi thinks the time is right she give you a promise ring to show her dedication to you. “I want you to be with me.” She says oh so graciously

☠︎ Annnd last but not least, Quanxi will someday take you both out on a luxury vacation and she and you both will have the time of your lives.

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morpheusic · 1 year

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all of my works will contain mature themes, i am fully aware i cannot control the age range of those who view my works but seriously minors dni with posts that have smut in the warnings

reblog tendencies.

— my requests are always open, this is a multi-fandom acc so expect works from multiple medias since I tend to fixate on a lot from time to time. Most of my works may be focused on genshin impact since it's what gets the most views from what I know (I don't play the game anymore though). — I write drabbles, oneshots, headcannons and imagines. feel free to request any

— the fandoms/medias I'll write for: honkai star rail, genshin impact, the sandman, castlevania, chainsaw man, honkai star rail, marvel

— Tumblr is the only site I write and post my works. If you see me on other writing sites like Wattpad, AO3, etc, it's not me. If you ever see any of my works posted on any other writing sites than Tumblr, please let me know immediately.

— I won't publish often, it'll depend on how much motivation I have and I only post when I feel like it. Do not rush me to finish something, I have my own life and issues outside of Tumblr.

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kittyzu · 1 year

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[ warnings — nsfw, stepcest, dubcon, name calling, noncon filming, dacryphilia, manipulation ]

a/n : reader is 18+ !! (and so is everyone in this)

— caught cheating with :

YOSHIDA - ࣪⭑

• you didn’t want to at first. you really do love your partner and they make you happy.

your mistakes was trusting yoshida. he’s supposed to be your older brother, stepbrother yes but still family. someone who protects and loves you right? wrong

he sneaks into your room one night and you’re so tired that you just let him have his way with you.

you don’t even see the phone before it’s too late and your s/o’s shocked and sad face is the first thing you see as you’re cummimg all over yoshida’s cock.

“it’s okay puppy, you have me now” he smirks, kissing your cheek, “and you know i love you so much, don’t you?”

AKI - ࣪⭑

you’re both way too drunk to even function but that’s not stopping you.

you’ve been running circles around each other for months and even though you’re both dating other people, you obviously like each other a little too much for just friends.

you’re on top, gripping his shoulders hard enough to draw blood as you ride him. it feels so good that you both don’t hear the door opening and closing until it’s too late.

your s/o looks so hurt and confused and his partner looks disgusted.

“i always knew you were a fucking whore y/n but you could’ve fucked somebody else’s boyfriend!” his s/o screams, “i hate you so much”

your s/o is too embarrassed to even say anything, silently walking back out your apartment.

you and aki start dating a month later and no one is surprised by the news.

KISHIBE - ࣪⭑

the old man is just a horny pervert.

you’re young and sexy and he can’t help but jerk off at night thinking about you. even though his married to your mom !!

he’s good with his words and he knows that. he’s always been smooth and it’s how he got with your mother in the first place.

“you do love me, don’t you darling?” he whispers, gently running his fingers up and down the inside of your thigh, “don’t i treat you good hm?”

your teary eyes only make his dick hard. he loves the idea of you crying for him and because of him and it’s not helping with him wanting to fuck you.

he knows you feel guilty but it doesn’t stop you from opening your legs for him anyway.

it’s not until he’s balls deep inside you that your mom walks in. she’s early from her work trip and wanted to surprise you both. you two ended up surprising her!

she doesn’t even know how to react but before she can threaten either one of you, kishibe kisses your forehead and leaves you alone in your bedroom.

the sicko convinces your mom that it’s a mistake and she stays with him.

you two definitely have sex more often.

DENJI - ࣪⭑

you know he’s horny all the time. he thinks about boobs way too often and when he does eventually get a girlfriend, she’s all he thinks about 24/7.

he trusts you because you’re supposed to be his best friend. the first person after power that he feels a real family bond with but you have other plans.

you purposely start dressing skimpy around him. he loves boobs so it’s so easy to entice him and you know he’ll cave even if he feels bad about it.

he ends up rutting against you like a bitch in heat, begging you to help him feel better.

“fuck fuck fuck” he cries out, finally slipping inside your tight pussy. it feels so good that he can’t stop even when his bedroom door opens and it’s his girlfriend standing next to power.

“DENJI?!” you knew they’d blame him. you’re far too cute and sweet and they all know how denji behaves.

he doesn’t even deny it. he does feel guilty about it because he did approach you.

after all, just because a woman wears short and sexy clothing, doesn’t mean she wants to have sex right?

QUANXI - ࣪⭑

she has no excuses for her behaviour. she already has enough girlfriends doesn’t she?

she knows she’s being greedy but she watched you bounce on kishibe’s cock one day when you both thought she was sleeping and she can’t help how horny she got.

not because of him but because of you. you’re so hot and she’s always appreciated a pretty girl so it’s nothing new.

you’re no better. you know your relationship with kishibe is relatively new and you don’t want to ruin it but she does have pretty fingers and they’re so much longer than yours are.

you can’t get off by yourself anymore and you’re so frustrated. kishibe has been so busy lately and you’re lonely so when she offers to help you, you don’t even think twice about it.

“look at you slut” she chuckles, “your pussy is so fucking greedy”

she likes the way your face looks when you cum and she needs to see it for herself, even at the expense of her long time friend.

she feels bad because she rejected kishibe only to turn around and fuck his girlfriend. she really was a terrible friend

it doesn’t stop her from pushing your legs apart and sticking her tongue inside your pussy.

kishibe walks in just as you’re about to cum, head thrown back and your eyes closed in bliss.

“having fun baby?” he sighs, too tired to feel anything.

it’s not like he can blame you. he feels for you when you’re lonely and he promises to be a better boyfriend in future.

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