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silly little thing i wrote in .05 seconds based on this video from one of Mina Aoyama’s streams with Joshua Waters… godbless.

Polite, mild-mannered, kind. Like a ray of sunshine, Phainon has always laid on you warmth in his affections. His touch, his words, every look and every laugh, every term of endearment, there… exists his love for you.

And there is something to be said of love, where — just as hate is — it is so easily learned from another. So easily absorbed, so easily shared. And you love how eager he is to share that love with you. 

With the arrival of those Nameless, you believe you’ve witnessed a change in your lover. At first, their effect on him was subtle— you quickly recognized it as “hope”, the splitting of clouds that barred his sun from shining onto Amphoreus. His smile brighter, his laugh louder— you couldn’t remember the last time he’d looked so completely positive. 

The days that follow where, specifically, that grey haired Nameless accompanied him, you notice the change more. To you, it seems like he’s also learned how to love brightly; it’s no wonder he rubs off on Phainon so well. He’s very lighthearted and honest. His sense of humour is… fascinating. And some of the lingo he’s used since his arrival in your world, well… It’s a hit or miss.

Supposedly, his and his friend’s “teleslates” don’t work in Amphoreus. But, prior to his arrival, he’s managed to collect in his device many images from his screen and saved them for a later time. Naturally, Phainon and his ever-unsatisfied curiosities wanted to see them, and discovered a new greeting.

Fingers tapping at his knees, lips curved up at the corners in mirthful mischief, Phainon waits to strike, like an excitable Chimera pup at its favourite human. Besides the fact that he wants to try this out on you, it’s been a handful of days since he’s seen you last.

“Ah!”

When you finally round the corner minutes later into the Garden of Life, he springs to his feet, cloak swishing behind him like a tail with each lengthy stride. Somehow, the tone of his voice has you skeptical already, brow raised and gaze narrowed at him; just what has he learned from that new partner of his?

“How are you doing, baby girl?”

You pause, blinking rapidly at him. “… b… baby girl…?”

He nods at you, grinning. “Baby girl. Cute, isn’t it?”

You laugh weakly. “That’s… neither here nor there. You’d probably let that boy corrupt your sense of humour if it meant getting some kind of reaction out of me.”

“Hey, I resent that!” he says through a laugh, and your lips purse in response. “Okay, fine, but only to an extent. So… did you like it?”

You huff softly, glancing away from him. “… it was cute,” you admit quietly. “Better than those other insane terms you’ve come to me with.”

“What, you didn’t enjoy “snookums”?” he asks, faux pouting.

“That was my least favourite one.”

“Aw, but snookums!” “You’re pushing it.”

disclaimer: I don't use AI in any of my works. I just like em dashes.

© noicevibes 2025 please don’t repost! reblogs & comments are always appreciated.

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SURVIVE THE NIGHT!

❤︎‬ four instances in varka's life when he realizes he's in love with you. ❤︎‬ varka x knight of favonius! reader‪ ❤︎‬ wc: 2.6k ❤︎‬ content warning(s): written before varka's official in-game release, reader is from mondstadt and a knight of favonius, childhood friends to lovers trope, mentions of death and injury

VARKA realizes he's in love with you when he’s 10 years old.

He’s knocked down on the ground, back against the dusty ground and his dazed, stunned eyes barely making out the clear blue sky above him. His body aches from wounds that will undoubtedly bloom into dull bruises in time, and his hands—which had been proudly holding his wooden training sword—are empty. His trusty sword is splayed out a few feet away and squarely out of his reach.

And you are on top of him, grinning from ear to ear as you stick your own wooden sword towards him, the dull end pointed right at his throat. 

“Ha!” You triumphantly announce. “I won today!”

He groans, trying to kick you off so that he isn’t crushed by your ten-year-old body’s weight, and he hopes you don’t tease him for getting red in the face. Part of it is embarrassment from losing so quickly to you, but another part of it is an emotion his child-brain can’t fully wrap his head around. You smile down at him for just a second longer. There’s genuine happiness on your face, the kind that makes it hard for Varka to feel the sting of loss for too long.

“W-Well, even if I lose to you, I’ll still become a good knight when I’m older!” He stammers. You lower your sword before holding your hand out to him, and his heart skips a beat inside of his chest when he reaches out his stubby fingers and lets you help him to his feet. He stands tall, dusting himself off. “Once I get my proper squire training from the Knights of Favonius, no one will be able to beat me in combat. Not even you!”

You cock your head, twirling your sword in your hands while Varka scrambles for his. “Yeah? I’m going to be the strongest person in all of Mondstadt once I get proper training, so you’ll be out of luck!”

Varka huffs, and he puffs his cheeks out like a toddler. You never fail to stroke his still budding, still immature competitive streak, but as much as his ten-year-old brain hates to admit it currently, it’s fun to train with you. You’re both too young to be enrolled as proper squires, so right now he has to settle with having mock swordfights with you behind some houses. Something about clashing swords clumsily, tripping over his own feet as he tries to master a new move, staying awake at night brainstorming different tricks he can use to best you, is something he has to look forward to each and every day.

“I’ll be the best,” he vows determinedly. “But we can both be the best if we’re evenly matched. Then we’ll be the strongest knights Mondstadt has ever seen, and we’ll beat all of the enemies there are side-by-side. How about that?”

You stare at him, his words clearly running through your brain, and then you nod. “Fine. But we still have to duel a lot. I wanna beat you every single day!”

He bites back the urge to roll his eyes. Just because you won once, it’s already getting to your head. “Whatever. Race you to the fountain! The loser has to piggyback the winner back home!”

He takes off, and you splutter before breaking out into a sprint to try and catch up with him. “Hey! That’s not fair, Varka! You got a head start!” 

He lets out a loud laugh, his voice echoing alongside the whispering winds of the city. Being with you is fun. He wants to do it forever. 

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Varka realizes he’s in love with you when he’s 21 years old. 

His whole body hurts. The pain is dull yet incessant, beating somewhere deep inside of his bones and muscle and sinews like a secondary lifeform gnawing at him from inside out like a kind of parasite. He feels stiff inside of his own body, his limbs unresponsive to his movements.

And then, light.

He peels his eyelids open, and he’s greeted by the sterile lights of the Knights of Favonius’s infirmary. A low groan escapes him when he tries to sit up, only to end up pathetically collapsing back on his medical bed. For a split second, Varka can’t make heads or tails of his situation. Who he is, where he is, what he’s doing… Only for it to come rushing back once his brain catches up with the rest of him.

“...One of the most costly expeditions…”

“Not everyone got to come home…”

“...fought valiantly though! He tried to save everyone…”

“The rookie? The one who left right after his birthday?”

Bandages criss-cross the expanse of his body. His wounds are heavy, but they’re bearable. Varka can feel complaints about how cramped and itchy he is surfacing to the forefront of his brain, but in some wry way, he’s grateful for it. If he has the energy to grumble, then there’s clearly enough fight left in him to pull through the aftermath of an expedition gone horrendously wrong. 

It also makes for a convenient distraction from the survivor’s guilt that’s bound to tear him up in time.

He stares back up at the light, memories flashing by him. Scenes of combat and screams, the strain on his body from pushing him past his limit, fighting against what would be an inevitable result. He’s just a rookie, just a fresh face amongst experienced knights, and he doesn’t get why he’s the one alive and well here. The other knights were older. They had families. Spouses and children. People who depended actively on them. All he has to himself is his name. 

Why him?

He barely downs another haggard breath before something to his side shifts, and he musters whatever remaining energy in his beat-up body he has left to move his eyes. You’re slumped over next to his bed, fast asleep like a corpse despite the uncomfortable position you have to be in, somehow not having moved at all until now.

His heart lurches inside of his chest. It doesn’t take an expert to know that you’ve been here for a long time. Your clothes are rumpled and wrinkly, and you look like a mess, though Varka thinks you’ve never looked more stunning. There's a crust built up around your eyes from you crying or not sleeping enough—probably both. You must have been waiting for him to wake up ever since he stumbled back home with the rest of the weary expedition crew. You must have been tending to him when no one else was.

Varka almost cries. If his body wasn’t on the brink of falling apart, he would have doubled over and cried his heart out. The regret, the gratitude, the relief, and the frustration at your love and at his own shortcomings, at how cruel fate can be and yet how silently proud you are of him for doing everything he can. If there’s nobody else in his corner, you will always be there, through his best and his worst, when he’s a stellar knight at the top of his ranks or a broken shell of himself laying in the infirmary bed. 

You’re his whole world. This is the reality of a knight. Some come home and live fulfilling lives until they’re gray and wrinkled. Others don’t get that chance. He vows then and there that he’ll do everything he can for you. To keep you safe, to love you, to repay even a fraction of the dedication you’ve shown him. To give you the freedom to live the way you want and to be loved the way you deserve. Even as he slides in and out of consciousness now, he promises to fight the best he can in the way he knows he can, pulling through so he can be with you again. 

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…

Varka realizes he’s in love with you when he’s 32 years old.

The title “Grandmaster” weighs with both responsibility and pride on his aching shoulders. He often jokes to you that it’s still not quite as heavy as the thick coat he has to wear during his winter expeditions, but you can tell that he’s still riddled with doubt at his newfound position. Even now, with the moon hung up high in the sky and with the rest of Mondstadt City fast asleep, the lone light hung up in the main office within headquarters tells you everything you need to know.

You bite back a sigh. How many years have you been nagging at him to take better care of himself? It’s honorable that he takes the safety and well-being of his city and nation so dutifully, but with how much he drinks and pushes himself, sometimes you wonder just exactly what the Knights of Favonius were thinking when appointing someone like him to be their leader

“If you keep staying up so late,” you remark, the cool metal of his office’s doorknob granting you entrance with a smooth ‘click,’ “Your wrinkles will get even worse, Varka.”

The blond man glances up from the stack of papers cluttering his desk. Despite the eyebags and the clear fatigue scrawled all over his face, he visibly lights up when he sees you enter his vision. He makes a motion to stand up and come over to you, but you motion for him to sit back down. His energy is precious, and you don’t need any grand fanfares from him.

“I know,” he sighs, smiling weakly at you like a caged puppy. “It’s my fault, really. Shouldn’t have pushed all of this work off. I’m sure poor Jean’s even more overworked than I am to keep everything afloat. Some Grandmaster I am, huh?”

“Grandmaster or not, you’re still human, and you need at least eight hours of sleep a day.” You walk over, and you snatch up one of the papers he’s pouring over. Your eyes glaze over the title and description, Budget Proposal for Knights of Favonius Rations First Quarter, and you place it right back down. “I’m no expert, but I don’t think any of this paperwork constitutes an emergency. You’re not a surgeon saving lives. Get to bed, old man.”

Varka bites back a mirthful laugh and shoves a weary hand through his moonlit hair. “You’re calling me an old man? Aren’t we the same age?”

“I’m talking about spiritual age, I’ll have you know. C’mon, you know I’m right,” you shoot back quickly. “I always am. Do you want me to tuck you in too? Big ol’ strong Grandmaster Varka-warka, tucked in by his most dearly beloved, complete with a kiss to the forehead…”

Despite the low blow, Varka rolls his eyes and gets up. You feel the slightest bit of victorious triumph bloom in your chest at the sight, and soon enough, Varka’s by your side and letting you hurriedly usher him away from headquarters and back home. You’re courteous enough to keep your voice hushed while the two of you slowly stroll through the sleeping streets of the city, but it’s hard to keep your mouth shut when Varka half-complains-half-flirts with you the entire walk. 

It’s short, far too short, for his liking, but the life is back in his stride by the time you both arrive at your front door. You’re ready to turn on your heel and head back to your own place for the night when he grabs you, mischief glimmering in his eyes the same they did when he was but a young boy who could barely keep himself upright. 

“Come to bed with me,” he requests, his grip on you firm but oddly affectionate, like you’re someone that just feels right within his arms, “You promised you’d tuck me in and give me a kiss, so… It’s a bad look for a knight to go back on their word.”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes and hold back a snort, but you acquiesce without much of a fight. Knowing him, he’ll claim that having you by his side will help him relax better, get him a fuller night’s worth of sleep. 

And he’s right. There’s nowhere else he’d rather be than with you, just the two of you, letting the tender hours of the night melt away while he holds you close to his heart.

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…

Varka realizes he’s in love with you when he’s 43 years old. 

The house that used to feel so empty and barren, often left collecting dust in between his long expeditions and even longer hours with his work as a Grandmaster, is now full and a little bit cramped. His sheets are warm even though the sun still has yet to properly rise, its shy golden waves peeking sheepishly over the tall defensive walls surrounding the city.

“Wakey-wakey,” Varka sings as he nudges the suspiciously you-shaped lump next to him in his bed. His voice is a bit deeper, a bit more mature, but just as teasing as the very first day he laid his eyes on you. You let out a low groan, evidently not too keen on the idea of being roused so early in the morning, but alas, the life of a knight isn’t that of leisurely mornings and relaxing nights.

But despite that, Varka can’t help but let an affectionate grin overtake his face. His hair is messy and he’ll spend an ungodly amount of time trying to wrangle his facial hair into an acceptable shape, but he wants to see your face first before he properly starts his day. Even if you’re frowning at him and glaring daggers through the slits of your eyelids, it’s impossible to have a bad day so long as it starts with waking up right next to you.

“I hate that you’re such a good Grandmaster,” you grumble. “Always waking up at the crack of dawn and heading straight to work. How the hell am I supposed to compare?”

“You’re my right-hand knight. Trust me, you’re giving me a run for my own money when it comes to being responsible. Aren’t you supposed to be the more sensible one too?” He quips, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. 

You’re etched everywhere in your shared home with him now. There’s two pairs of comfy slippers by the bed, two toothbrushes in the bathroom, two uniforms to slip into after elbowing each other to get to the shower first, two plates of breakfast to indulge in, and two hands intertwined tightly as the day unfolds.

It’s nothing that grand, at least in comparison to the glorychasing of his younger days or the massive scope of history that’s the foundation of the Knights of Favonius, but to him, the simple bliss of your path steadily interweaving with his is the most valuable thing in his world. He’s always loved you, ever since he was a child to when he was a bumbling youth to the debatably mature adult he is now, and he knows for as long as the archons will let him unravel the remaining thread of his own life, he’ll continue to love you with everything he has. 

His years, his strength, his devotion… Varka will wholeheartedly give it all to you, because he knows that in your way, you’ll do the same for him. You have your own way of demonstrating your tenderness for him, and between you watching out for him in your own way and always pushing him to be better, Varka has no regrets and nothing but pure happiness in waiting for him.

And he’ll love you all the same, until he’s 50, 75, 100, 200, countless years old.

x

[noicevibes]

The Phainon simping experience is just

*angst*

*angst*

*angst*

*angst*

*bone crushing trauma*

*bone crushing trauma*

*cute phainon fact #28*

*bone crushing trauma*

*bone crushing trauma*

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Yk I had to draw my man 🤧

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Broken hero

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hybrids, oral sex, dubcon warning just to be safe, afab reader, mdni

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so. dog hybrid phainon.

you find him in a shelter. apparently he lost his original home when he was quite young: a small home in aedes elysiae, which burned in a tragic accident. he's since bounced between shelters, just by poor luck: families who couldn't afford him, or couldn't make time for him, or who had another hybrid that simply didn't get along with him. he's in his fourth shelter by the time you meet him in okhema, and you instantly fall in love.

phainon is hard not to love. he's always smiling, friendly to everyone, and takes to you immediately. exceedingly happy even for a dog hybrid. you think if he could talk, he'd be the type to yap your ear off, but as he can't, he shows affection for you in other ways. he follows you everywhere, his ears perk up whenever you're near, and his tail wags whenever you allow him into your space. it's adorable.

then there are the ways that he shows he cares about you. he whines when you're sad, nuzzles your neck, insists on holding you. and when you're afraid, his disposition changes immediately. he's almost like a guard dog with how he snarls and postures at anyone whom he perceives as a threat - sometimes you have to hold him back, even scold him a little. and once you're safe at home, he takes you into his arms and squeezes so tightly, clearly anxious. he only calms down when you run a hand through his hair, scratching his ears occasionally. sometimes, you place a kiss on his jaw, and that's when he finally relaxes.

phainon is so sweet, so bright, so affectionate, that you worry immediately when one day, he begins to act strangely around you.

he's not distant, per se. it's more like he's on edge - anxious. he frowns when you try to leave his side, and pulls you back into the house whenever you try to leave. he keeps sniffing you, nuzzling you - pressing his nose and lips against your pulse and making you giggle as his breath tickles you. if you didn't know any better, you'd say that he was scenting you - but that would be strange, because while dog hybrids are notoriously protective of their humans, they aren't particularly possessive over them the way that cat hybrids can be.

it's in some ways a blessing, in other ways a curse. you enjoy the affection - encourage it, even - but you also very badly need some alone time right now. you've been single for a while, and terribly pent up because of it. it's been particularly bad these past few days; you think you must be ovulating with how frustrated you've been. your mind is constantly filled with fantasies of being touched, your thighs rubbing together as you try to ignore the heat between them. it's unbearable how wet you keep getting for no reason other than how badly you need a cock inside you. you need some privacy to work it out of your system, but phainon gives you the saddest puppy eyes whenever you try to kick him out of your room for the night, so of course you end up letting him stay and sleep in bed with you.

many people generally don't like dog hybrids sleeping on the bed, but you've never denied phainon the privilege: it makes him happy being near you, and you're more than happy to enjoy the way he presses up against you and buries his nose into your hair, your neck, you.

it's only when you wake up in the middle of the night with his tongue lapping at your cunt through your panties, hot and ravenous, that you realise your mistake.

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╰┈➤ Come Here a Little Closer

➜ Synopsis: When you decided to shop for some cute sundresses, you never anticipated him to react this way. He, however, couldn't wait any longer.

➜ Pairings: Boyfriend!Keiji Akaashi x fem!reader

➜ This Fic Contains the Following: Established relationship, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, Akaashi is a sweet but impatient boyfriend, reader is a lil hesitant but gives in after like a couple seconds lmao, breeding, creampie, allusions to almost getting caught, no beta i'm going in by myself y'all, word vomit part 100 (jkjk)

➜ WC: 1,805

➜ Note: it's funny how i was randomly listening to a fave song and the title came to me this way lmao. but anywaaays this was part of the sundress season collab by the amazing @saintshiba! i'm so sorry this took so long my love, forgive me? 🥺💚 but yeah stan akaashi and i think i put my whole cotton candussy into this but hey- can you blame me?

➜ Song as Inspiration: Hella Good - No Doubt

➜ Taglist: @enchantedforest-network

➜ Also Posted on Ao3: here

“Well, what do you think?” Was what he heard at first, and he saw you step out of the fitting room. 

All day he had accompanied you on your shopping trip without complaint. He had none whatsoever as the two of you went from store to store, checking out new outfits that were brand new or on sale for the warm season. 

Looking at the dress you wore, Akaashi remembered you musing to him once that you needed more sundresses for when the weather was lovely. And this one? Well, something about this one dress didn't help this rising feeling inside him. 

The one you were currently showing off to him was… wow. That was the one best word he could describe it. The floral-patterned sundress in question was one in your favorite color. It was a long spaghetti strap dress, just brushing against your ankles. It also revealed a bit of your cleavage, making it hard for him to avert his eyes away. The cherry on top was the dress also having a slit on the side, revealing your leg whenever you playfully posed for him.

"Love?" Your voice snaps him out of his staring, "What do you think?" 

He hummed in response as he reached for one of the straps of your dress and began fiddling with it, making goosebumps arise on your skin. It was amazing how the littlest things he does can have such an effect on you. 

"It looks good, it really suits you," he added, his fingers now deciding to trail from your shoulder down to your wrist, causing more goosebumps to appear on your skin. To anyone else, this scene may look innocent from a distance. But to you, you knew your boyfriend well. And when he locked eyes with you, you knew that look very well: he wanted to devour you. 

All day he carried your bags without you even asking him, and even paid for some of your items despite your protests. But trying on clothes and modeling just for him, including the racier ones? It was getting harder to fight back the urge deep inside as time went on.

You didn't resist when he gently pushed you back into the fitting room, but this made you worried: right here and now? In a clothing store?

Sensing your hesitation, Akaashi gently stroked your cheek and leaned in to brush his lips against your ear so no one else from outside the room would hear what he would say. “I just can’t help myself… but say the word and I’ll stop,” he murmured, causing your heart to skip a beat.

“I want this,” you would quietly say back to him, pulling him closer to you. Your hands would go under his shirt and rub at his back, lightly dragging your nails along. This time it was his turn to have goosebumps form on his skin. 

Without warning, he crashed his lips onto yours and his hands would roam along your body. One hand taking hold of both of your wrists and the other lifting up your dress to reveal your panties to him. As he pulled away from the kiss, he would then let go of your wrists so he could kneel down and reveal more of you to him. Knowing what he was going to do, you held up your dress so he could pull your panties down your legs to reveal your core to him, which was already starting to glisten.

It made him smirk, “Already? Does being in here where anyone can hear us get you so excited?” He said, running a finger up and down your slit. You could only whimper in response.

Akaashi then glanced up at you, “Try not to make too much noise, yeah? You really don’t want us to get banned from your favorite store, do you?” He then gave a tiny kitten lick to your clit, prompting a small gasp to escape from your lips. 

To keep any employee or nosy customer hearing what was going on, you immediately covered your mouth with your hand as he kept going; his licks at your clit turning into sucking and inserting a finger into you, thrusting in and out slowly. 

Maybe he was right, the thought of getting caught was exciting. The thought of someone possibly hearing what your boyfriend was doing to you sent shivers down your spine in the best way possible. And to think that it was a sundress you planned on buying that was the final push for him. 

Akaashi continued pleasuring you, one finger now turned into two and slow thrusting now turning into fast and rough. It felt like you were on fire, and you closed your eyes as you did your best to hide your pants and moans from the outside. While you felt like you were in complete bliss, you couldn’t forget that you were still in the dressing room. You didn’t want to do the walk of shame after being so noisy after all. It especially didn’t help that you heard someone walking by the dressing room you were given. Were they able to hear what was going on as they went on their way? 

You tightened around his fingers, signaling that you were so close to giving in to release. He was pushing you closer and closer to the edge and it was getting harder to fight against it. 

Until he stopped and pulled his fingers out.

Looking down at him angrily, you were greeted by Akaashi’s smirking face and a glint in his eye. Noting the expression on your face, he responded, “Poor baby, do you wanna cum on my tongue or would you rather it be on my cock instead?”

The angered expression on your face soon disappeared at the question as well as the hand covering your mouth. “I… I want to cum on your cock,” you said. The ache from being denied your orgasm almost hurts as you clenched around nothing.

“Good girl,” you heard him whisper as he stood up to his full height and began to strip you of your dress. The dress that caused it all. 

Feeling the cool air hit your now bare body, you shivered. But Akaashi’s body draping over yours warmed you up immediately. Pushing his pants and underwear down at the same time to reveal his cock, it made your mouth water, but that part was going to have to wait for another time. You needed him now and you knew he felt the same.

Rubbing his length under your slit made you bite back a moan and him shuddering out a quiet sigh as he used your slick to lube him up. In no time, you felt him push into you slowly. “Fuck…” you felt him sigh out as he began filling you up to the brim. 

‘Finally,’ you thought to yourself, eyes fluttering closed.

After waiting for you to get used to him, Akaashi wasted no time pumping into you. With such a move being unexpected, you gasped. He quickly placed a hand over your mouth to keep any noises from spilling out and risk someone hearing you. 

A moan that would’ve escaped your lips ended up muffled against his hand as he fucked you. You felt like you were already on cloud nine as you felt your climax slowly begin to rise up again after being wrongfully denied before. 

Raising your leg up with his free arm so he could fuck you deeper, he picked up the pace, removing his hand from your mouth so he could kiss you deeply. Moaning and panting into his mouth; you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing his still clothed body against yours.

As the two of you kept going, all you could think was ‘more’. All you wanted was more. You wanted more of him, more of his body warmth against yours, more of his kisses, more of everything from him. You simply couldn’t get enough of him, and you couldn’t stop. He was all yours. 

You felt the knot inside you ready to snap soon, so you chose to grind back into his thrusts, ready to give into the bliss awaiting you at the end. “Kei-... Keiji-! I’m so close… please,” you breathed against his lips as you both pulled away, “let me-” you couldn’t even finish your sentence as you bit your lip, trying your best to hold back a moan. Even more so as you felt him lick and bite at your neck as he leaned in, you were still in public after all. This made him smirk against your neck in response, sensing you ready to let go.

You felt yourself clench and unclench on him, closer and closer to the end. With that coming, you covered your mouth, knowing that you were definitely not going to be silent for this one. 

It especially didn’t help that you heard chatting in the fitting room next door, one sound from you and it would be all over. Too bad Akaashi wasn’t going to make it any easier on you as you felt his thumb rub against your clit, guiding you to your release. “Cum for me, baby… cum for me,” he panted in your ear. 

You felt your eyes roll back slightly as you felt yourself cream all over him, keeping any noise muffled lest anyone caught on along with your free hand tightly gripping onto his shirt. It was a miracle no one came knocking on the door to ask what was going on. You could already imagine the stares you were gonna deal with once you stepped out.

Your thoughts were interrupted by him biting down on your neck to muffle a groan as you felt him cum inside and fill you up. You sighed as you felt him rock against you to ride your orgasms out and the kisses he would leave against your neck.

“I love you,” you whispered to him, holding him close to you again as you felt him slowly pull out, feeling his cum leak out of you. He would press a kiss on your lips before speaking.

“I love you too,” he replied. You jolted and let out a gasp as he once again rubbed your clit despite you already finishing. 

You pushed his hand away, playfully glaring. “No more, we’d be really pushing it at this point!” you said, all the while he gave you a mischievous smile in return.

“So, I take it you like the dress, right?” You teasingly added, giggling as you saw his cheeks begin to burn. But he never looked away from your gaze as his hands ran up and down your bare sides.

“I do, you should take that one. It might be my favorite out of everything you brought.”

[noicevibes]

YCH Comms!

Hi everyoneeeee, I'm opening a summer date-themed YCH!

Pick a YCH type from 1-6!

Give me the character and any refs of them!

Give me your refs!

Want some extra props? No worries-- they're free of charge!

The price is $70 CAD, and I accept payment (up front) through both ko-fi and Paypal. There's unlimited slots, as well!

Please expect a 1-4 week wait time depending on the amount of slots taken.

Even if you're not interested in getting one, please share it if you can, as it's going to help me pay what insurance doesn't for a bit of a scary procedure I have to have done to my eyes, so... I'd really appreciate it.

You can message me here, or on Discord by the same username.

[noicevibes]

YCH Comms!

Hi everyoneeeee, I'm opening a summer date-themed YCH!

Pick a YCH type from 1-6!

Give me the character and any refs of them!

Give me your refs!

Want some extra props? No worries-- they're free of charge!

The price is $70 CAD, and I accept payment (up front) through both ko-fi and Paypal. There's unlimited slots, as well!

Please expect a 1-4 week wait time depending on the amount of slots taken.

Even if you're not interested in getting one, please share it if you can, as it's going to help me pay what insurance doesn't for a bit of a scary procedure I have to have done to my eyes, so... I'd really appreciate it.

You can message me here, or on Discord by the same username.

[noicevibes]

I… I’m at your door… l-lemme in 🐱

SHOUJO STYLE ART COMMISSIONS!

(OPEN — 3/3)

hello! i am (finally) opening art comms!! this is my first round so i will only be taking a limited number of slots + prices may change after this batch! if you can’t commission me then sharing / reblogging this post is always greatly appreciated , thank you for your support!! 💕

please contact me via discord (nyajiros) so we can discuss the commission process and i can send updates! 🌸

LINEART (NO COLOUR)

headshot: $15

bust up: $20

half body: $25

MANGA SCREENTONE (B&W)

headshot: $20

bust: $25

half body: $30

FULL COLOUR + RENDERED

headshot: $40

bust: $45

half body: $55

TOS / ADD ONS

WILL DRAW: canon, oc, selfship/yumeship/oc x canon, sfw, animanga + hoyoverse

WILL NOT DRAW: nsfw, mecha, furries (kemonomimi is okay!), canon x canon

all prices are in USD and are base prices !

all prices above are for one character, additional character is 80% of the base price !

i request 50% payment after the sketch is finalized and 50% after the commission is completed! refunds are not accepted after the sketch is finalized!

payment is via kofi, kofi will be sent in discord dms !

i have the right to refuse a commission for any reason.

wait time is between 2-3 weeks after i start working on it, if there is a delay i will let you know in advance!

if requesting both manga screentone + coloured render, it will be $10 extra (includes both!)

fee for a background, character or commission complexity may apply, we can discuss that together! same applies to poses, references, extra details etc !

default aspect ratio of the commission is 2048 x 1423, landscape / portrait mode! other aspect ratios can be discussed !!

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thank you for reading , i hope to deliver my best work for you ^_^ 💗

ADDITIONAL EXAMPLES OF MY WORK!

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[noicevibes]

18+, minors dni. just some quick diluc smut... yanno. :3

“Stay with me.”

He knew it was a long shot. Well, you both did, really. Not a single day could pass that Diluc Ragnvindr wasn’t forcibly holed up in his office to handle the estate’s most private affairs, or had to help in cellars, or return into the bustling city of Mondstadt, or — and of course, you knew about this; anyone with a brain could put two and two together when a tall man with long red hair that carries a Pyro Vision and wields a flaming claymore — taking down Mondstadt’s enemies in the dark cover of night. His work was twenty-four hours a day, eight days a week.

Asking you over to the Dawn Winery to keep him company while he attempted to finish that work was almost too hopeful— four hours, half a novel, and a short nap later that you’re only just stirring from now, you find that he’d gotten through only a third of the stack of paperwork that threatens to teeter off his desk with the slightest disruption to its perfect balance.

“… Diluc,” you call softly, to not startle him. He’d been staring down hard at the handful of papers pinched between his thumb and forefinger. “You should take a break.”

He sighs, his exasperation targeted at the messy spread laid out before him; this, he makes obvious when he sends you a fond, tired smile from across the room. You return it, and rise to seat yourself at the edge of his lounge chair.

“So stubborn.” You extend a hand in his direction. “Come sit with me. I’ll be your pillow.”

“I fear if I do, I won’t end up getting up again,” he says, but he stands anyway, and rounds the desk. “You are a very reliable pillow.”

“Since you won’t let me help you tackle those new contracts, this is the least I can do for the cause.”

“The cause?” he muses, allowing his hands to be scooped up into yours as he stands between your legs.

“Freeing my lover from the evil clutches of productivity.”

Diluc hums. “Perhaps if you sat a little closer to me while I worked, I’d be more motivated to work harder.”

Harder than you already are? your thoughts nearly have you frowning. To hide your concern, you press your lips into his scarred knuckles.

“I think I might provide the opposite effect of what you’re expecting,” you murmur into them. Diluc frees a hand from yours and rests it atop your head. “How am I supposed to keep my hands off of you when you look just so very handsome sitting at your desk, working so diligently…”

Diluc huffs, and suddenly averts his gaze from on you to the wall-encompassing bookcases.

“… you don’t even have to be in front of me to have an affect on me.” You swallow, cheeks warming.

“Then I should return so you can focus properly,” you reason. His head snaps down toward to you.

“Now that might have the opposite effect.” You raise an eyebrow, lifted higher when Diluc’s hands rise to cup your cheeks. “Stay with me,” he whispers. Gently, he knocks your knees together with his own, and steps forward to kneel over you. “Stay with me.”

He lowers his head, touching his lips to the corner of yours. You squirm, suddenly restless beneath him, and raise your chin to meet his kiss properly. What is once soft and tender morphs quickly into something fervent and intoxicating, the tongue prodding the dark reaches within your mouth leaving you breathlessly dizzied and clinging to the lapels of his jacket to steady yourself.

Your gasp of air when you part is sharp, buzzing; Diluc smiles, and presses his wet mouth against the curve where your neck and shoulder meets.

"Stay with me," he repeats, a heaved whisper weaved within his own panting. Your hands skim up past his biceps, pulling him closer to you with your fingers laced together behind his head, and his own lower to caress and soothe your trembling limbs, your fluttering stomach, your keening pelvis, to slide your long skirt and bloomers down past your knees.

"Stay... with me." Knees kissing the ground, he dives further into you, tongue languidly lapping at the bundle of nerves between your folds, a reflection of his exhaustion; somehow, his dedication to make you come in his mouth surpasses any desire to slow down or to rest, nor to dare to leave you unsatisfied, and the thighs easily trapped beneath his carved musculature as you whine and writhe your pleasure away.

Breaths heavy and gazes lidded, you look to each other. Fingers intertwine between your chests, and his other hand cradles your cheek as he shares your bounty with your lips.

“Stay,” he murmurs against them, but you’re already nodding, “with me.”

© noicevibes 2025

please don’t repost! reblogs & comments are always appreciated.

[noicevibes]

hi there! i just wanted to pop in and say that i love love LOVED your latest diluc work. i saw it groggily in the early morning, but i just came back to it for the fourth time today. something about how he tells the mc to stay with him while his affections get more intense each time?

it doesn’t stop getting overwhelming. i felt so giddy rereading it, but also. a haze overcomes me whenever i do without fail. feel free to delete, i just wanted to tell you that i’m. feral. because of it. sorry for any inconvenience, and please have a wonderful day/night!

HI?!? this is so sweet of you, FOUR TIMES??? 😭

I really love the thought of Diluc being the soft but firm lover, as in he’s so tender with his partner but his affections are never “half-hearted” or weak; they’re intense and passionate like he is.

Hehe, I’ll definitely write more of him like this… you made me really happy. Truly. 🥹

[noicevibes]

18+, minors dni. just some quick diluc smut... yanno. :3

“Stay with me.”

He knew it was a long shot. Well, you both did, really. Not a single day could pass that Diluc Ragnvindr wasn’t forcibly holed up in his office to handle the estate’s most private affairs, or had to help in cellars, or return into the bustling city of Mondstadt, or — and of course, you knew about this; anyone with a brain could put two and two together when a tall man with long red hair that carries a Pyro Vision and wields a flaming claymore — taking down Mondstadt’s enemies in the dark cover of night. His work was twenty-four hours a day, eight days a week.

Asking you over to the Dawn Winery to keep him company while he attempted to finish that work was almost too hopeful— four hours, half a novel, and a short nap later that you’re only just stirring from now, you find that he’d gotten through only a third of the stack of paperwork that threatens to teeter off his desk with the slightest disruption to its perfect balance.

“… Diluc,” you call softly, to not startle him. He’d been staring down hard at the handful of papers pinched between his thumb and forefinger. “You should take a break.”

He sighs, his exasperation targeted at the messy spread laid out before him; this, he makes obvious when he sends you a fond, tired smile from across the room. You return it, and rise to seat yourself at the edge of his lounge chair.

“So stubborn.” You extend a hand in his direction. “Come sit with me. I’ll be your pillow.”

“I fear if I do, I won’t end up getting up again,” he says, but he stands anyway, and rounds the desk. “You are a very reliable pillow.”

“Since you won’t let me help you tackle those new contracts, this is the least I can do for the cause.”

“The cause?” he muses, allowing his hands to be scooped up into yours as he stands between your legs.

“Freeing my lover from the evil clutches of productivity.”

Diluc hums. “Perhaps if you sat a little closer to me while I worked, I’d be more motivated to work harder.”

Harder than you already are? your thoughts nearly have you frowning. To hide your concern, you press your lips into his scarred knuckles.

“I think I might provide the opposite effect of what you’re expecting,” you murmur into them. Diluc frees a hand from yours and rests it atop your head. “How am I supposed to keep my hands off of you when you look just so very handsome sitting at your desk, working so diligently…”

Diluc huffs, and suddenly averts his gaze from on you to the wall-encompassing bookcases.

“… you don’t even have to be in front of me to have an affect on me.” You swallow, cheeks warming.

“Then I should return so you can focus properly,” you reason. His head snaps down toward to you.

“Now that might have the opposite effect.” You raise an eyebrow, lifted higher when Diluc’s hands rise to cup your cheeks. “Stay with me,” he whispers. Gently, he knocks your knees together with his own, and steps forward to kneel over you. “Stay with me.”

He lowers his head, touching his lips to the corner of yours. You squirm, suddenly restless beneath him, and raise your chin to meet his kiss properly. What is once soft and tender morphs quickly into something fervent and intoxicating, the tongue prodding the dark reaches within your mouth leaving you breathlessly dizzied and clinging to the lapels of his jacket to steady yourself.

Your gasp of air when you part is sharp, buzzing; Diluc smiles, and presses his wet mouth against the curve where your neck and shoulder meets.

"Stay with me," he repeats, a heaved whisper weaved within his own panting. Your hands skim up past his biceps, pulling him closer to you with your fingers laced together behind his head, and his own lower to caress and soothe your trembling limbs, your fluttering stomach, your keening pelvis, to slide your long skirt and bloomers down past your knees.

"Stay... with me." Knees kissing the ground, he dives further into you, tongue languidly lapping at the bundle of nerves between your folds, a reflection of his exhaustion; somehow, his dedication to make you come in his mouth surpasses any desire to slow down or to rest, nor to dare to leave you unsatisfied, and the thighs easily trapped beneath his carved musculature as you whine and writhe your pleasure away.

Breaths heavy and gazes lidded, you look to each other. Fingers intertwine between your chests, and his other hand cradles your cheek as he shares your bounty with your lips.

“Stay,” he murmurs against them, but you’re already nodding, “with me.”

© noicevibes 2025

please don’t repost! reblogs & comments are always appreciated.

[noicevibes]

♡ ⸝⸝ HOW HE FUCKS YOU AFTER WINNING A MATCH

cw. fratboy isagi, smut mdni, rough sex, praise

when isagi wins a football game, you’re always in for a real treat. he just fucks you so, so good, like he hasn’t before.

and don’t get me wrong, isagi is always good in bed. he’s always so attentive and sharp when it comes to you, making sure to coax out those pretty moans and whimpers of yours, whispering all the things you want to hear whilst going at the pace he’s learnt that you love.

and there’s never been a time where he hasn’t made you cum. he knows your body like the back of his hand, he knows exactly what gets you off and what gets that building pleasure going until he sees your back arch and your toes curl, the moans from your mouth getting whinier when you call out his name.

but isagi is safe. for the most part it’s exactly what you want. you don’t really want constant sex that’s leaving you insanely sore or with bruised skin, having people question why you’re walking funny. isagi makes love most of the time. most.

after winning a match it’s like all that goes out of the window, the adrenaline and pure euphoria of being crowned as a winner just brings out another side of isagi, especially when he has his stunning girlfriend clapping and cheering for him on the bleachers.

you think it’s definitely got something to do with his ego or this alpha male mentality most college boys have. but when he has you face down ass up, pounding into your poor, abused pussy and bottoming out completely inside you as his tip kisses your cervix with your gummy walls fluttering around his shaft, those thoughts you once had become completely irrelevant, his name a moaning mess on your lips.

and that’s what makes isagi worse. hearing you moan out his name like a beautiful prayer just sends him over the edge, fucking you even harder and even faster whilst chasing both your highs before edging them, and repeating.

the pleasure is so overwhelming mixed with your body’s constant need to release that knotting pleasure building again and again in your stomach, isagi’s rough pounding thrusts driving you over the edge.

so you’ll beg him to let you cum, tears streaming down your face as you look back at him and for a moment he almost feels bad.

“i’ll let you cum soon, baby. just hold out for me, yeah? you can do that, can’t you?”, he’ll ask as you give him a weak nod, “that’s my girl, y’so good for me.”

and in the moment that’s all you can do; be good for him and do as he says until he gives you permission to cum, which is one of the best of your life.

with the constant denial, the build up to your orgasm is so intense that when it finally hits, it’s way too much. your eyes spill with tears of pleasure and your thighs shake beneath you, causing you to collapse as you feel pure euphoria shoot through your veins.

and the way you moan out isagi’s name sends him over the edge, his own orgasm following behind and just as intense as yours, still sloppily fucking your overstimulated pussy and ultimately releasing his load into you.

he always did that after sex like this. you’re not really sure why, but you didn’t complain much.

after all, isagi was still your sweet, caring boyfriend. so, he’ll always clean you up and give you the most precious aftercare. especially after fucking you like that.

safe to say you’ll be having a lazy morning in bed tomorrow.

© dollbrbie | don’t plagiarise or translate any of my work

[noicevibes]

2025.04.01 isagi yoichi day!!

[noicevibes]

I should perhaps rephrase the second paragraph better.

Not to say that it’s wrong to want to non-share so you can enjoy the idea of exclusivity with your f/o, but if you are making it exclusive in the sense that you’re not including others or downing them for liking the same character, or creating a community where others feel they can’t do the same/you’re making them shy up and not enjoy the idea of them in a silly little relationship with their f/o, like that’s just mean. There’s no other word for it; this is you, being a bully.

someone made a good point today about yume/self-ships and like, I think the fun of it is loving a character so much with a community of people, sharing art and comms and gushing about that character.

additionally, if you’re a non-sharing yumejoshi/self-shipper, fine (I guess, that’s still weird of you tbh), but don’t cause bullshit for other people that they decide to deactivate. that’s sick and slimy to do that when this is supposed to be a safe place for people to love characters.

EVEN WORSE is that you’re adults doing it. c’mon.