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dark-night-hero · 1 year ago

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Imagine being Genshin Men's the one that got away part 2 featuring Kaeya, Pantalone and Thoma.

Kaeya Alberich

Cause now I pay the price.

Imagine being used to be very close to Kaeya and Diluc, with your parents being close to their father, Crepus Ragnvindr. You have always been Diluc's friend every since the two of you were a baby. So the arrival of someone new, someone as pretty and cute and Kaeya was something that both of you were happy and excited of, a new member into te family, a new friend to get along to.

Imagine you were their friend, always hangout out with the set of brothers playing around and causing troubles here and there. The three of you were just unseperatable, and you were also slowly being aware of the feelings you were developing for him.

Imagine Diluc has always been a brother, annoying little brother you never had. And Kaeya, kaeya was different. Maybe it was the fact that you knew he wasn't biological a Ragnvindr and he looked a lot different than Diluc whom you had enough seeing his face of already, but he was different. His smiles lit up your mood, your heart races when he laughs, when he messes with your hair. It was different, you never want to see him as a brother or anything close to it.

Imagine things started to took a turn when Diluc joined the knights and you didn't, Kaeya did follow his steps a little later though. You watch side by side how Diluc becomes the youngest ever appointed Captain to be within the ranks of the Knights of Favonious. "He's awesome, isn't he." "Hmmm." This is enough, just being there by his side.

Imagine pursuing to become a merchant. The three of you going on a different paths with the two closely related to. Diluc was already busy enough tk begin with causing you and Kaeya to be hanging out by yourselves. And those nights, those nights were memorable, it was wonderful. The way he laugh, the way he looks at you, the way the two of you were looking at each other. You can feel it. You might be young, people might say both of you were young, but you knew, damn it, you knew what this is.

Imagine it was raining, it was raining when Crepus died and it was raining when two brothers parted ways with each other with you standing in the middle of it. "Stop it! You're both going to end up hurting each other!" "Did you heard what he said?! Are you deaf?! Crazy?! You heard what he said and you're still sticking on his side?!" "I am not picking anyone's side in here! What I'm trying to say it that you calm the fuck down-! Dilu-! Kaeya!" As you tried to interfere midway, you were pull by the back of your neck backwards as a bird like flame of fires came into yours and Kaeya's direction.

Imagine that night, you gain a pretty deep scar on your side, cause by the burn of your best friend as well as the intense icy frost that comes after it. Not only that, not only did you lost your childhood friend, but you also lost him, Kaeya. "I'm sorry." It was pouring hard as he kneel by your side. "I'm sorry." He spoke once again, his fingers slowly slipping away from yours. "Kaey-" "I'm sorry." Then he left.

Imagine, one of the hardest thing Kaeya ever did was to walk away from you that night, knowing what he- what the two of you coulf have been has now down the drain, and will forever remain their frozen in time.

Imagine that same night the two brothers fell out, so does everything connected to them, you. Dilic left without a word. And Kaeya started ignoring you. Maybe it was because out of guilt, maybe it's because of the things he said that night. But if there was one thing for sure is that he won't see you, he won't talk to you. No matter now much you begged, he never did. He was all that you have now, and you're pretty sure that goes the same way for him, so why is he okay? How could he be okay? Fuck it.

"They left." "I know." "I heard they might not come back." "... I know." "You're not going to see them? They're still waiting for you outside." "... No." And so you left.

Imagine, Kaeya has always been aware that there was something going on with the two of you. You were quite different after all, different when it comes to him and Diluc. And it was quite obvious to be honest. So when he started ignoring you after that night, it was strange and funny. How his heart would often ache just by you calling his name.

Imagine when you left, a part of him left with you too. You were... everything after all. It may not be obvious, but you and Diluc were his everything back then. So as years have gone by, things like his were on the back of his mind, long to be forgotten. Just like what he was always hoping to. Or so he thought.

"One glass of wine please!" He utter with a smile, one way of teasing Diluc as the red hair started serving behind the counter when the familiar bell rings indicating an incoming customer "And one beer for me." And there comes the ache again. As the two head turn, one red and one blue. "It's been awhile." They smiled, the same damn smile they always gave them.

Imagine after a long moment of silence, he manage to hold up a smile. "Back in town?" "Oh you bet! It's been so long!" "You should have given us a heads up before you came back." "Oh please, I don't want to hear that coming from you, who left without a word, Diluc." You joked, even giving Kaeya a side eye as you made fun of the other guy, just like the old times but there was something obviously different. The way you look at him...

Imagine it was a joyful yet silent night for the three of you, with Kaeya just smiling, butting in for a few times but just there by the side, it was quite uncharacteristic of him, just casually playing with the wine on his hand before it was time to go. "Well, I got to get going." "Already?" You pout, Diluc scoffing at your reaction but somehow giving Kaeya a look of concern. "Duty calls." He laughs before giving you and Diluc a playful smirk then walking out of the pub.

Imagine as soon as he did, he let out a deep sigh before walking towards the direction of the headquarters. And just like all those years back, his heart ached every steps he take. Then he stops, look back, then look up then down to his feet as he hold a hand on his mouth. The way you look at him right now. "Oh Barbatos." He suddenly laughs. "I'm late, am I?" He added.

"Kaeya!" Unlike before where no matter how much you called after him, he did not turn around. This time, he turn around to face you. "Miss me already?" "Yeah!" You laughs, and oh celestia. How wonderful that laugh sounds. "Let's grab a drink in sometime okay? When you're not so busy!" "Alright, but your treat, okay?" "Aww! Come on now!"

You were a wonderful experience even if you're never mine.

Pantalone

Can all this mora buy me a time machine, no.

Imagine growing up with Regrator on a very poor neighbourhood, basically in the streets. It was pretty much forgotten how the two of you first met but what was important is that the two of you have manage to stick together in tough times. Being young, broke, and basically has no one to take care of the two of you. The two of you only have each other to hold on and lean on into. That was the childhood of the Regrator.

Imagine, now that he is practically the richest man in Teyvat, there was no other things he couldn't buy at the same time. There was nothing that picks his interest. "What do you think, (Your name). It's such a shame that the gift I was planning to give Tsaritsa was stolen within the warehouse, though. I'm quite thankful the things I've bought for you was safe." "..."

Imagine they said that the Regrator was a man of desire, a man greedy for money for some reasons for they do not know where he have come from nor his goals. He was also quite close to the Doctor, someone almost everyone was too scared to talk into. There were a lot of things that came into mind when asked about the Regrator but if there was something obvious that no one talks about was the torn, ragged and almost faded picture on his office table not fiting for its picture frame that probably causes hundreds, no millions if not much higher cause of mora. And no one was allowed to talk about it.

Imagine, life was tough for you and the Regrator. But you manage to make it side by side. You manage to survive though that poor environment. Then he started making money, he starts finding a way to get you out of then damn place. You were there when he started a new goal. When he started pursuing his goal. Life was tough, it was but at least you have each other by your side.

Imagine, Pantalone was wise. He was greedy, but he was wise. You knew that, you knew him more than anyone else. So imagine one day as the two of you gets back to the old worn house, if you could call it a house. You felt a sharp pain on your chest. Causing you to frown and reach out a hand to massage it. "Are you okay?" "Yeah, just a little tired."

"I kept getting flashbacks nowadays." "..." "It was good- good old days, I suppose." He chuckle in contrast to the fake smiles and laughs he was giving other poeple specially in business. "I don't think I will be back anytime now, (Your name). You'll still be here when I came back, no?" "..." "I'll see you later, my treasure."

"Please... please please I'm begging you. Please treat her I- I'll make sure to pay la-" "Get out! I have no plans to treat beggars like you!" "No ple-" "Get lost!" As the door closes for the fifteenth time that night, and by the harsh impact, he ended up taking a step back that ended up with him falling backwards with you in his arms, keeping his arms around you to protect you from the fall as he could feel you burning up in his arms, quite trembling.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck... Just a little bit (Your name)... Just a little bit." Why does it has to be this way? Eveything was doing fine. The two of you have finally manage to save up some money to start up a business and it was doing fine. In fact you would be having your profit in days to come even though you two were quite broke right now. Why do you have to be sick right now? No wait no no, he's not blaming you. Just. Fuck. If only he has a vision, if only those so called Gods could help right now, create some miracle. FUCK!

Imagine, as a new recruit fatui member carelessly and mindlessly barge in into the office room of the Regrator. Even foolishly touching things here and there in the room, as soon as he took a lift up a book within the shelf, the shelf moved causing the newbie to gasp nevertheless as curiosity got the best of the her, she followed down the road where it leads into a small cozy room but there was something which causes her jaw to drop.

Imagine, in the corner of the room was a glass like container, which contains a doll, no. It was too realistic to be a doll. It was a person. A person who seems to be sleeping but the newbie knew really well that that was a corpse. Talking a few steps to get a closer look. She noticed that the corpse was well dressed, be it on the silk that made up the clothes, the jewellery that compliments the overall looks of it to the shoes and even the (hair color) hair that seems to the styled by the best hair artist in teyvat. It looks like tons of mora was wasted on such corpse.

"I would have understand if they were alive, in fact it would have been worth the mora if they were only alive. Is it the hobby of the Regrator to dress up such thing? Such a weird hobby." "Are you done?" "Ah sir!" As the newbie was about to turn around, she couldn't, already missing her head. "Ah ah, look at the mess you made, Dottore." "You'll make a bigger mess if you took care of it. See the blood already staining the glass of your beloved?"

Imagine Pantalone rolling his eyes at Dottore who just smirk before leaving the room. He already had enough of the thing that was about to happen, besides he just happened to have a new lab rat he just killed because a certain someone wouldn't leave him alone to make something.

"Pantalone." He felt your hand clenching around his. It was warm. "You're warm" You smile. "I wish we could stay like this forever." "The Doctor is coming... Hold on a little more, okay?" Despite the intense pain you are feeling right now was you tried to hold on into every little bit of consciousness you have left. "Pantalone..." "They're coming okay? Just a wai-" "I'm tired." You snuggle even closer to him. "I want to sleep... Can I sleep?" "No... no no no no no no." "Aww. Why?" You tried to open your eyes. Wanting to see him again for the last time. "I lived a good life." "No, I haven't given you that good life yet. Not yet, please. Please please in a moment the doct-" "Pantalone... I'm going to sleep now. Okay?" As you shut your eyes forever, never once did the doctor came.

"I'm sorry, look at how messy the room has become." He apologizes as he approaches and hold on into the glass were you were being contained and preserved. "Since no one is allowed to enter this room other than Dottore, I would have him clean up the room." He sigh before pressing his forehead on the glass. "He said it woulk take time and money to find a cure for you but don't worry. I would be willing to spend all the money in the world as long as you wake up again, okay?" "..." "I cannot wait for that day to come so for now I apologize but you have no choice but to stay asleep."

I'm sorry for leaving so early, for leaving you all on your own to face the world, I love you.

Thoma

In another life, I would make you stay.

Imagine you were his childhood friend, his best friend, his partner in crime and the list could go on for so long as the two of you basically grew up together. His father being on of the servants within your household and him being allowed to stay whenever he would come to Inazuma after the vacation of his father back in Mondstand. To Thoma, you were someone whom he knows very well. After all, you were his first master to serve before the Lord of the Kamisato in present times.

Imagine you were the heir to one of the prestigious clan within Inazuma. And as the heir comes with responsibility, the training was very harsh and strict, you could never let your guard down even for a child who should only be enjoying wonderful things in life. But you are different, those (hair color) hair and (eye color) iris that your clan seems to worship, the true appearance and characteristics of a heir they say that would only come once per generation. It was nothing but a curse to you.

Imagine growing up in a strict environment. With your younger siblings basically neglected from the parental things that one child needed, you were the one to fill in the role for them. Giving them all your free time, making sure not to let them experience the same treatment that was given to you. Basically the puppet of the elders within the clan. To be honest it was exhausting. You knew your parents loves you at the same time the way they are treating you, saying it was for the greater good was something you hate then for. And to add the neglectful treatment of your siblings, you basically becoming the parental figure to them when you yourself is lacking one. And you hate them, you hate the freedom they have that you have and probably would never got.

Imagine that is where Thoma came into. The shy but kind boy from Mondstand who came with his father one day and started interactin with you. Following you anywhere, watching you do what you're supposed to do such as train and studies. It was strange to be honest, but the more he get to know you and the more you get to know him, the more he influences you. You started smiling, laughing. Started enjoying the little things in life you never really looked into before.

"Will you be back?" You cling into the hem of his shirt as he gives you a toothy grin. "I will, little lord-" "(First name). Call me (First name)." As soon as you said that, his eyes widen, then he giggle. "Alright, (First name)." With your little hands letting go of his shirt, "Wait." "Hmm? What is it?" "What's your name." "..." "I've been playing with you for a month and you don't even know my name?" "..." "It's Thoma." "... Thoma, huh." "Yes! Don't forget that!" Although that did earn him a roll of eyes as you turn your back at him. You never forgot his name.

Imagine the more you two grew close, the more you felt freedom within him. Maybe it's because of the land where he came from, Mondstant was it? The city of Freedom as they called it. At the same time, behind the laughs and smiles you express as he comes by. Was the more hasher and strict the rules for you had become. The more you were focused to the goal of becoming the perfect heir for them, as you should have become. It was slowly ruining you, it was slowly killing you from the inside despite the smiles and freedom you have whenever you are with your sisters, but more specially with Thoma.

Imagine, on your becoming of age. Despite the celebration of the whole village, the whole manor. You're not happy. You're not happy at all. All the unwanted responsibilities, the expectations. The lack of freedom, love. Your sisters and Thoma was all you have. They were all you have left and the music that Thoma have taught you. The music that seems to have set you free. But in order to pursue that dream, you must leave. But how could you leave?

"Are you alright?" He spoke as he stand next to you who was in the middle of the hall. "Why won't I be?" "You really look like you want to leave right now." "... Want to dance?" "Right now?" "Right now. Let's go." You urge him, standing up from your seat as you hold up a hand for him to take. And he did, with a smile on his and your face, you let him guide you in the middle of the hall, causing people to move away as you move, probably confused at the same time because this is far from the custom this country has. And this, a dance was something common to his culture.

"(First name)!" It was only after the dance that you part ways with Thoma and meet up with your sister when the youngest came into you with... a lovestruck look on her face? "Who was that guy?" "Huh?" What is this sudden feeling of uneasy? You have never felt like this before. "The one you danced with! Who is he?!" She asked enthusiastically. "I have never seen him before! Who is he?" "Huh?" This time, your lips unconsciously curl up, the feeling of wanting to laugh and throw up was building up all at the same time. "(First name). Introduced me to him, please?" Huh? "Sure."

Imagine things happened fast. One moment your sister came up to you and the next moment you were introducing her to Thoma who seems to took a liking on her. Making you realise that this was in fact the first time they have meet, your sister has always been in one of the spare houses within the village and not in the main manor. On the heirs stats in their and so does Thoma, who happened to be your best friend and one of your close aide when he was on vacation to Inazuma.

"Your sister is very kind. I think... I think I may have liked her." He laughs and so did you. At the same time something inside you broke. Was it your heart? Maybe? But for the first time in your life, the urge to get away finally kicked in as if you have lost all means of any reason to stay. So that night. That night you left, you left as you have no other reason to stay with so many things waiting for you, your freedom.

Imagine how hurt, confused, and lost they all are when you left without a word. Not even a letter. But then again, everyone in your family, sisters aside seems to have moved on easily. But eventually he does too, leaving your family clan into the Kamisato, someone your other sister was once in a relationship with too and work there while being in a relationship with your youngest sister.

Imagine years after you were gone. Came back. As the main family gathered in the estate. With him standing next to your sister, all these years staying strong and engaged. His Lord, Kamisato standing rigt across him with your other sister by his side yet knowing the cold look on his face, he knew his Lord wasn't happy. Your parents currently out the room, greeting you probably who came back after long years of disappearance.

"It's... been so long... everyone." It was a voice he haven't heard for so long. A voice he have long forgotten but knows who it was if he had heard it in the middle of the crowd. And the very moment you emerge into the room. Everything seems to stop, your smile. It was brighter than ever, than those nights the two of you would sneak out to have some fun. This time, he knew you were happy. "Thoma! It's been so long! How are you."

Imagine he don't know how to reply, his heart beating wildly on his chest upon seeing you again. He without thinking, he pull you into a hug, breathing your scent he have missed for so long. Oh Archons, how much he missed you. "Hahahahahaha missed me that much Thoma?" "Oh you little- of course I do! How have you been?! Are you coming back for goo-" Mid sentence were you pulled away from him, a pair of strong arms warped around your waist pulling you away from Thoma. "Too close." Your fiance pout on your shoulder. Huh?

"Darling, behave. Don't embarrass me in front of an old friend." You giggle but doesn't break away from your lover's arms. Huh? "Oh right, Darling. This is Thoma, the one I often told you about in my childhood, the one who taught me how to play instruments? And Thoma, this is my fiance..." he couldn't hear it. But he could hear the a cracking noise from somewhere. Was it his own heart breaking? Why was it breaking? He was in love with your sister. Why is he feeling this way? Should he be feeling this way? Wh- huh?

"What are you doing here?" You spoke as you emerged from behind. It was midnight, and it was right after the banquet that everyone was supposed to sleep when you two happened to see each other from the old stop where the two of you often meet in the past to sneak out. "Can't fall asleep?" You asked and he shook his head. "Don't worry, I'm the same. Probably home sick, I'm glad that my lover was able to fall asleep easily though, probably quite nervous into meeting my family, specially upon confrontation with my parents." You chuckle and sat beside him.

Imagine the comfortable silence, or at least for you as he was drown in thoughts. Thoughts he shouldn't be having but right now, he does. "(First name)." "Yeah?" "Would you leave if I told you to stay?" "Back then? I would probably have." "I see." "But I don't think we would work out." "... What makes you think so?" "My sister was inlove with you, and you were in the process of falling for her. You know back then I would do anything for my sisters" You chuckle, looking from to the sky then on him. "Right?" And then he look away.

"I should get going." "Already?" "Yeah, my lover would be anxious not to see me by their side when they wake up." "You love them alot." "I do." You chuckle. "I do love them alot. I wouldn't come back here if I don't." You shook your head before standing up. "Don't stay up later for so long, you may catch a cold." You spoke then messes with his hair then started to walk outside. "And Thoma?" "... Yeah?" "Thank you for staying by my sister side. It's really good to see you again."

I loved you too early, and you love me too late.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2023°

: Fun fact, Thoma and Ayato fell for the same reader. Another fun fact, Thoma and Ayato's idea came from my fictional novel 'She was' (totally not promoting.)

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yyuangss · 2 years ago

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PDA ( GENSHIN AND STAR RAIL MEN )

note: some thoughts on how they would express their love to you in public 🫶 nothing extra and nothing but pure fluff.

will show very soft pda. he doesn’t mind it but he’ll never go overboard with it. most people see him give you a kiss on your forehead or a tender kiss on the cheek. though he always greets you with a kiss on your hand and smiles at you. will call you dear or my love. he’ll also tell you how much you mean to him. call it old fashioned but it’s his preferred way.

diluc, zhongli, kazuha, baizhu, kaeya, gorou, tohma, tighnari, jing yuan, gepard, welt !

will not show any. his way of showing you affection in public is different though. he’ll give you flowers, buy you a gift while you two are out together. the most he will do is hold your hand or link your arms together. to show more is private to the both of you. when you are in a secluded spot, he’ll give you a passionate kiss and holds you tightly in his arms, telling you how much you mean to him. moments like that can only be reserved for the two of you.

xiao, alhaitham, albedo, cyno, scaramouche, dan heng, blade !

he absolutely loves it. do you want a kiss? you don’t even have to tell him, he’s already on it. he’ll kiss your entire face while holding onto your cheeks. has his arm around your shoulders or waist, pulling you to his side before kissing you over and over. has told you it’s his favorite thing to do and wants to do it as much as he can. occasionally does it in a teasing matter but his love is still there no less. can you blame him? he just feels so lucky to have you.

itto, ayato, childe, venti, sampo !

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melyapperofthecentury · 1 month ago

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIRO KIRISAKI!!!

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strawberryama · 1 year ago

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Stop Being Nice and Fuck Me

Thoma x fem reader smut

cw: neighbors to lovers, cunnilingus, fingering, squirting, vaginal sex, filming/recording, doggy style, mirror sex, modern au!

minors dni 18+

You were at Thoma’s, having your weekly tea get together. While you sipped on the prepared tea, you sat across from your very handsome neighbor. He was always so sweet and kind, happy to listen about your week, ignoring and gliding over any hiccups in your stories or speech. He was fully engaged too, asking questions with a pair of attentive emerald eyes trained on you. Thoma was the perfect man, and this was barely even the tip of the iceberg.

It was no wonder that you were interested in him. And this week, you were particularly determined. You had some “dirt,” for lack of a better term, on Thoma. And there was no better way to start the conversation about your blatant interest in him, so you felt.

Setting down the white teacup with a gentle clank to the saucer, you smiled softly. “Thoma, one small thing before I head out.”

“Hm? Yeah?”

“You never told me how thin the walls are, you know.”

Thoma just tilted his head, confused smile painting his face. “What do you mean?”

“Well,” you inhales. Here goes. “If I could hear you clearly moaning this past week, that means you could hear me the countless times I’ve had my more…intimate alone times.”

The smile had slid right off of Thoma’s face at this. He began feeling himself paling but dually burning up. His world was in slow motion. Thoma racked his brain in an attempt to recall if he had said anything embarrassing two nights ago. He had been so stressed that evening, he figured that letting off a little steam would help. Like two loads of steam, if you catch his drift.

He couldn’t even recall if he’d moaned out your name or not. He was mortified enough, but if you heard that part, he was going to bury himself in a hole and never come back out. You’d probably assumed he was a pervert or a freak. Masturbating to thought of his own neighbor. His own neighbor he sees and hangs out with at least once a week. What if you moved or never wanted to see him again?

“Well, as always, thank you for the tea, Thoma.” You gave him a saccharine grin as you stood from your seat. Thoma stood up straight away, embarrassment evident on his face. At the sight of this, you felt a rush of boldness run through your veins. With your heart pounding, you reach out, fingertips brushing his upperarm as you lean in. You place a gentle and quick kiss to his cheek. Thoma doesn’t make a move, so you push yourself, leaning up to his ear to whisper softly, “My door’ll be unlocked the rest of the day should you feel…compelled.”

And with that, you pulled back, giving a cheeky grin and wink to Thoma. You grab your phone off the table and the hightail it out of there. This wasn’t your typical thing. Coming onto someone, and so strongly, was never even on your agenda. You practically sprinted down the hall to your apartment, flinging open the door.

“I can’t believe I did it. Holy shit, oh my god,” you mumbled. You began pacing about your living room space, unaware of the storm raging on in the apartment one over. Unaware of the man making a split decision and grabbing his phone and keys. Unaware of the door being thrown open only to be hastily locked. Unaware of the fire hot on your trail, until he was throwing open your door.

Thoma didn’t even waste a second in locking the door and marching up to you. He looked angry but hesitant. The fire and storm that raged on inside of him were at war for dominance. Thoma reached out, grabbing your arms as you stood there waiting for a confession, an explanation, a response, anything.

“I…!”

He was struggling so much. Thoma needed with everything in his soul to be a gentlemen. He was a feminist above all. He couldn’t degrade you and ask for sex like that. Are you kidding?

You reached out, gently smiling while you removed Thoma’s grip on you. “Thoma. Stop being nice and just fuck me. Please. I can only handle being this forward for so long-“

You simply did not have to tell him twice. His hand once again found their place on your arms, stabilizing both of you as his lips cut you off. He was so warm and soft. Thoma tasted of the tea you’d had only minutes ago. Something about the kiss was just right in every way. It was like those fairytale kisses that made a big to do about it all.

He barely broke the kiss to gasp for air before going back in, tongue swiping at your lip, begging for entrance. You were more than willing, giving him entrance immediately. You figured Thoma had to be at least average in his skillset; he was good at everything, after all. But never in your life were expecting for Thoma to be so sloppy but so good.

His tongue was practically down your throat within seconds. Thoma’s soft moans and hums had your head spinning with the added vibration, even. Each swirl of his tongue left you weak in the knees and longing for more. It had you submitting to your favorite neighbor, knees threatening to buckle, instantly.

As you grabbed onto Thoma’s shirt for some stability, you whined softly against his tongue. God, if he was this good with just his tongue, you couldn’t even imagine what was to come.

You weren’t going to have to wait long to find out, thankfully. Thoma started walking you back into your bedroom, never breaking from the kiss. He was cautious, hand on the back of your head to be safe in case you pumped into something along the way. He was always so considerate.

But now wasn’t about that. You wanted him to be selfish. You grabbed at Thoma’s jacket and practically threw it in the doorway of your bedroom. It was like a desperate plea, screaming ‘fuck me! Fuck me fuck me fuck me!’

And Thoma heard it loud and clear. He nearly threw you onto your bed, climbing on top immediately.

“So this is where you play with your pussy?” he said through a heavy breath. Thomas sat back on his heels, grabbing at the hem of his shirt. You looked on almost hypnotized by his torso as he threw his shirt to the side.

He was so pretty. You couldn’t believe you took so long to work up the courage to ask for this. To ask for him.

“______,” he cooed. “I asked you a question.”

“Y..Yes.”

“Mm. Well, I look forwards to seeing you squirt. After hearing you make a mess for months on end, I’ve been dying to see it.”

“H-How’d you know that I squirt?!”

You felt your cheek burn. There was no way he just knew that. Did you say something? There was no way..

“Oh. I didn’t. But I’m gonna make you regardless.”

With that, Thoma practically ripped off your shorts, throwing them off into the abyss of your floor. He looked to you to check how you were doing and that nearly sent him over the edge.

Your face was flushed and you looked at him with a lustful lidded gaze. A daze smile adorned your mouth, tongue peeking out. Thoma almost completely stopped in his tracks at the state of you. You were hot. You were a dream. And you were all his right now.

Thoma dove in, cupping your face with both hands, kissing you. You were irresistible in this moment and he didn’t know what to do first. He let one hand travel down to the bottom of your shirt, pushing up. He was ruthless in grabbing your breast upon realizing you had no bra on.

You whined, throwing your head back even further into the pillows, breaking the kiss. This gave Thoma the perfect opportunity to jump right to your tits, sucking and biting. He practically growled in lust, sucking on your nipple. You felt your panties getting wet and you didn’t know how much longer you’d hold out.

“You know,” you began panting. Thoma looked up at you while he laid hickey after hickey on your tits, giving his full attention. “when I could hear you touching yourself, I was doing the same thing. You sounded so hot.”

“Fuck,” Thoma gasped, finally letting go of your tits.

“I had my vibrator on my clit and two fingers inside of me.”

“Gods, I need you now. I can’t be patient.”

You didn’t even get another word in. Just like your shorts, your wet panties were gone in an instant. Thoma wasted no time in leveling himself and running his tongue up your folds. He moaned as he slurped up your slick, sending shivers down your spine. Thoma’s still gloved hands yanked at your waist, pulling you closer to his mouth. You had no where to go - not that you were complaining. Thoma was the final destination as far as you were concerned.

You put your legs that already felt like jello over his shoulders as he began to flick his tongue back and forth over your clit. He was relentless. Thoma, like everything else he did, was amazing at this. He applied just the right amount of pressure and was the right speed and-

Holy fuck! You squealed at the unexpected sensation. Thoma had began to suck on your clit sharply. He chuckled, adding a wonderful pleasure that had your back arching already.

“Th-Thoma!” you whined. He was so fucking good at this. You were bucking your hips into his face, unable to control yourself anymore.

“That’s it pretty girl,” he cooed, having finally come up for a breath. “Just like that.”

“More,” you whined, hands flying to his fluffy locks.

“More?~ God…such a needy lil thing.”

You looked down to him and those green eyes you knew so well were clouded with lust. Thoma sat up, a devious grin on his lips. “Give me your vibrator.”

You halted for a second, confused. But the smile on Thoma’s lips and his patient yet needy demeanor had you reaching into your nightstand. You pulled out the white, cordless wand, and handed it over, no questions.

Thoma took it, rising from the bed. “Come here,” he beckoned, holding out his free hand. He happily steadied you as you got up, holding your hand as he walked you over to your mirror. He sat down in front of the floor length mirror, legs spread wide.

“Sit,” he said, patting the floor. “I wanna watch you make a mess and get this mirror all dirty.”

Holy shit. Holy shit holy shit. Thoma was nasty. You obeyed his request immediately, sitting in between his legs. You didn’t even need to be told to spread your legs, you held them open, hands underneath the bend of your knees.

Thoma placed a gentle kiss to the back of your head as thanks. “Such a good girl.” He leaned you back a bit and then pulled something from his back pocket. “______?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I take a video?”

You froze for a minute, looking back to him. “Wh..Why?”

“It’s…a lil embarrassing. But so I can have something to watch next time I’m thinking about you.”

Thoma’s ears grew red and he seemed to be honest about it. Thoma was a nice guy. He wouldn’t just spread a video like that..right? No, there’s no way. Besides, the thought of him using a video of him playing with you to get off to, was kinda hot.

“O-Okay,” you nod. “Just, don’t show anyone please.”

“Of course not! Oh my god! I would never.”

Right. That’d be out of his character. You felt bad even thinking he might. This was Thoma after all.

“Go ahead, then,” you smiled back at him.

“Thank you, _____.” Thoma wasted no time in turning on the camera of his phone and pressing record. He set aside your toy for now and played with your pussy, showing it off to the camera.

He spread your lips wide, showing the mess you’d become from just a little bit of toying to the camera. You tried to look away, but Thoma beckoned you to look at your pussy. The puffy red clit, the drooling cunt. You were messy, and it was all his fault.

Thoma then sunk a finger into your pussy, looking you dead in the eyes. Both of you moaning at the sensation of his finger sinking inside. You were so fucking tight and the stretch felt so good. You couldn’t wait for that cock to fill you up.

“Good girl,” Thoma whispered into you neck, placing gentle kisses. He slowly began pumping his finger in and out, relishing in the soft squelch your pussy made.

It was divine. His long, skinny fingers hit the exact spot that drove you crazy. And it was nearly automatic, that he knew where to curl his fingers. He curled them, flexing and pointing, making you see stars already. You gasp and moaned, tears of pleasure pricking at the corner of your eyes.

But there was a familiar sensation that normally took a bit longer, already bubbling up. Thoma knew damn well what he was doing. This man was a god. There was no way he wasn’t mad fucking, not when he was this good. But that was a question for later.

“Soooo sensitive,” he moaned into your neck. “Do me a favor, angel?”

Through dazed eyes and in a near hypnotic state, you hum in approval.

“Put your vibrator on your clit, please?”

You obeyed, happily, grabbing the wand and turning it on. You pressed the button, setting it to the first setting, you hovered over your sensitive clit, anticipating the sensation.

Thoma’s finger never stopped though, bumping in and out at a consistent pace. As you pressed the wand’s head to your clit, you threw back your head onto Thoma’s shoulder. Fuck. It felt so good. The familiar bubbling in your stomach grew and you whined.

Thoma placed gentle kisses along your jawline and neck, whispering soft praises against you. “You’re doing such a good job, love. Can you take another finger?”

“Please,” you whine, pleading for more. You wanted to be a good girl and fulfill his wishes. You wanted to squirt all over the mirror. You needed Thoma to fuck you stupid while you were forced to watch his cock slide in and out of you in the mirror. The anticipation was killing you.

You heard a deep chuckle from Thoma’s throat and you felt the sting of your cunt adjusting to the second finger plunging in. Your pussy ached but as Thoma curled and pumped his fingers, the splotches in your vision returned.

“Th-Thoma,” you moaned, breathlessly.

“Turn your vibe up.”

You whimpered as you followed his command. The buzzing against your clit and Thoma’s fingers pushing against your g spot, had your toes curling. You bit down on your lip and cried out in pleasure.

Everything began to blur as you felt a familiar sensation burning like a hot iron in your tummy. Your vision grew splotchy and your mind went hazy.

“Such an angel. Taking my fingers so well. Can’t wait to see you take my cock,” Thoma whispered into your ear.

You practically drooled at the mere mention. Thoma’s cock. You needed it. You needed it now. You needed your neighbor’s cock bullying your pussy until you were screaming and crying, stupid with pleasure, unable to think about anything but his cock.

You let out a loud, pleased moan to show your excitement and began to grind against Thomas’s fingers faster. “Need it,” you panted.

“Hmm?~”

“Need your cock inside me,” you whined. God, you sounded pathetic but it was so hot to the man that was knuckle deep inside your sopping wet cunt.

“Once you cum, I’ll give you what you want, alright?” Thoma returned to placing kisses along your jaw in an attempt to appease you some but you whined a bit.

You turned up your vibe a bit more and groaned. The splotches in your vision grew and grew until your body tensed and you practically squealed.

Thoma’s fingers never ceased even as your cunt got loud and messy, squelching filling the room

“Thoma!” you cried out. His name became a chant on your lips that drove you to the brink but kept you down to Earth at the same time. Your vision blurred fully and tears gently fell from your eyes. You were in pure bliss, unaware of anything.

But Thoma grinned, watching as you came. You squirt all over your mirror, making an absolute mess. Your free hand searched for purchase anywhere at all, grabbing Thoma’s thigh, chomping down and digging in your nails. It was too much. Your body spasmed and you arched your back as much as as you possibly could, head shaking side to side.

You barely had time to recover before you felt something warm and sticky touch your back. Thoma’s cock.

You hadn’t noticed but in your fucked out sat, Thoma laid back, getting ready for you. He gave his hard cock a few pumps with his hand, groaning at the ache he felt.

“Are you okay to-“

You didnt even let Thoma finish. You were tired from the orgasm Thoma ripped out of you but you were determined. His dick was yours.

“Stop being nice,” you whined out, repositioning to be atop of Thoma’s hips. “Fuck me. Now!”

You tossed your vibrator to the side and sat up on shaky haunches, grabbing your neighbor’s cock. Impatiently you positioned its tip to line up with your cunt. But you stopped, looking back to Thoma. His face was red, but you could tell how badly he needed you.

“Your phone,” you demanded. Thoma looked left and then right. A little dazed but handing it over with no questions. “I’ll get you some more videos. That way you have more…uhm..options.”

Thoma groaned at the thought, hands gripping your hips. “You’re so hot. You know that?”

“I’ll film so please, Thoma. Manhandle me. Fill me. Fuck me.”

You pressed record, watching yourself through your reflection in the mirror on the phone. You stared at where Thoma’s cock slowly slid in, making sure it was in frame before throwing back your head in a moan.

“Oh, fuck,” you groaned as Thoma shoved you down further and further. “So big…”

“And it’s all yours, angel.”

Thoma was ruthless, just as you asked. Barely giving you a second to adjust to his cock before thrusting up into you. He was gracious enough to keep a slower pace for now though. Which allowed you to watch as your tight cunt sucked in every inch of him until you sat flush to him. And then to be pulled up, almost entirely off his cock, pussy juice and precum shining off each inch.

The moan left your mouth was straight sinful as you resisted the urge to throw back your head. You panted as you stared almost hypnotized by the image before you. But you wanted more.

“F…Faster, please, Thoma,” you whined softly. And he was happy to oblige. His hips picked up pace creating a thwacking noise each time your hips met. It had you leaning back, steadying yourself with your free hand on Thoma’s chest to keep from falling over.

“God,” Thoma groaned. His grip on your hips was near painful as if he was trying to restrain himself from going feral. But that was all you wanted. It was all you needed; just to be thrown around by this man who met you to chat over tea. Who came to your rescue when you were locked out of the apartments. The man who was there for you after a rough day, happy to watch a movie, cook you dinner, and listen to your troubles.

“Let go, Thoma. Let me be your toy. Please,” you cried out. “Thoma, please! Please, let me be your fleshlight!”

Finally, you whined as Thoma growled. The final string holding him back snapped as he began to sit up, roughly shoving you so you were face down, ass up. Thoma didn’t miss a damn beat though, going ballistic in his pace. He lifted a leg and smacked your ass hard.

“So whiny,” he complained. In this position, Thoma’s cock reached a spot that had your legs shaking and had your spit pooling in your mouth. You struggled to keep his phone up, recording the sight. But that was the least of your worries. “Is this what you wanted? Hm?~”

“Yes, sir,” you panted. Your eyes began to roll back into your head as you felt Thoma’s balls slap against your clit with each thrust.

You were straight up drooling on the floor now. You were in pure ecstasy hearing your neighbor grunt as he pummeled his cock into your sloppy pussy. And from the sound of it, he was so, so close.

“Inside, inside! Inside, please! Cum inside me, sir!”

A tug on your hair brought your head up just enough to look in the mirror. You tried with all you had to focus your eyes, looking up at Thoma’s reflection.

“So fuckin’ filthy. But since you asked nicely, I suppose I can grant you this.”

At this, your eyes rolled back into your head again, Thoma’s phone laid flat on the floor and you let yourself just go wild, moaning and crying out for Thoma. His deep, fast thrust had you panting like a bitch in heat. He was ruthless. He was everything you asked of him.

But it wasn’t long before Thoma’s hips stuttered. A warm sensation came over you as Thoma’s hot, white cum emptied right into your cunt. He gave you every single drop, refusing to pull out until he was certain that was he was fully empty.

Thoma gently let go over your hair, making sure you didn’t slam your head on the cold floor. As he pulled out, he tried not to look and prioritize your wellbeing and aftercare first.

“______? You okay, love?” He asked in the softest tone. It was such a contrast to the gruff tone he was using only a minute ago. He placed a light hand on your back, rubbing gentle circles. “Let’s get you cleaned up, hun..”

You didn’t have much energy in you but you grunted in agreeance before gasping.

“What is it? Are you okay?”

You met Thoma’s eyes as yours struggled to stay open. In between pants, attempting to catch your breath you said, “I put your phone down before we finished..”

#genshin thoma #genshin impact #genshin #thoma x reader #thoma smut #thoma x you #thoma x y/n #genshin tohma #tohma x reader

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dumplingsfordays · 1 year ago

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i'm your best friend, no?

pairing - best friend!roommate!thoma x reader

genre - fluff (comfort)

summary - after your (now ex) bf sends you some very... questionable texts, thoma, like the sweetheart that he is, lends a helping hand.

cw!: cheating, implied sex (between reader's bf and someone else), thoma being super duper sweet <3

note - couldn't pick a character bc I live for comfort fics so decided to do an (imo) underrated one 😭😭 haven't written for genshin in a bit so likeee might write some for it later

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ping!

You opened your eyes lazily, with a sigh escaping your slightly chapped lips. Your phone on your bedside table was making noise. What time was it, even?

Reaching over to grab it, you felt your head spin a little and feeling the chap-ness of your lips, you gave them a quick lick before turning on your phone.

Who sends this many notifications at 2 in the morning?

You glanced at the sender. Oh. That makes much more sense.

39 messages from babe

"Ughhhh... it's way too early for this."

ping!

"Oh, fine!" you whispered angrily to yourself, opening the messages. "It'll be fine, y/n, he probably just wants to apologize for yesterday. Always does."

To your shock and disappointment, the messages weren't an apology. They were photographic (and even audio, which disgusted you infinitely more) evidence of him cheating on you with some brunette girl. The first thing you noticed was how pretty she looked - wide doe eyes, reddened lips... and then you saw the background and other details of the photos and almost vomited.

Almost immediately your eyes shot to the texts, praying that you would find an apology or at least an excuse.

were having sm fun baby, come join us ;)

What. The. Fuck.

All the other texts were written in the same fashion. There were no apologies or excuses - only sleazy, vile invitations and comments on how the brunette did everything so much better than you did. Was he trying to make you jealous by cheating on you? If so, it didn't work at all. You were positively horrified.

Diving under your blanket with record speed, you started to quietly sob. Fat tears formed at the corners of your eyes, threatening to roll down your cheeks, and your bottom lip trembled violently as you shuddered. How could he? Why? Were you not good enough for him? Were your eyes too big or too small? Were your lips too pale or too red? Was your personality annoying?

You knew what to do, but you didn't have the strength to do it.

And then, interrupting your thoughts, came a voice. Your roommate's voice, specifically.

"Hey, you alright in there?"

You didn't want to call out and pretend that you were sleeping, but alas, your brain chose otherwise before you could even decide.

"Y-yeah," you sniffled, "I'm good."

"No you're not, you're crying. I can hear it in your voice."

God, why did he have to be so insistent?

"y/n," he continued. "If something's happened you can always tell me. I'm your best friend, no?"

After a pause you reluctantly accepted. "Oh, fine."

You shifted, lifting the blanket and sliding your feet into the slippers beside your bed. They were unpleasantly cold, but you didn't really care - the floor was probably colder, and this was better than nothing. Slippers squeaking slightly on the floor, you made your way to the door and opened it to a very messy-looking, and very worried, Thoma.

"Hey, sweetie," he muttered as he furrowed his eyebrows, using that oh-so-familiar nickname. You smiled sadly in return. The blond reached out to you and pulled you in for a hug, and as you felt his arms loop around you, he sighed into your shoulder.

"C'mon, tell me what happened."

At this you couldn't hold in your tears any longer. They poured out of your eyes like a river, probably staining the white shirt that he had on, but he didn't seem to mind - in fact, he leaned in and let you hold on to him.

Deciding that it was best to let you lay down, Thoma scooped you up into his arms and carried you to your bed, where he placed you on the sheets, covering you with the blanket as you sniffled.

"My boyfriend," you started, grasping Thoma's hands in yours, "he- he sent me some texts just now and-"

You burst into tears all over again. Just say it, you thought to yourself, just do it! Why is this so hard for you, y/n?

"Oh, sweetie," Thoma cooed in return, leaning over to hug you warmly. "Do you wanna show me the texts or do you want me to wait a sec?"

You nodded weakly, plucking your phone from where you left it on the nightstand and unlocking it. You handed it to Thoma, whose eyes widened upon glancing at the messages. His brows furrowed as he scrolled further down, only raising in disgusted shock as he reached the bubble that finally made you break.

were having sm fun baby, come join us ;)

"What the fuck is your boyfriend thinking?" he whispered, looking back at your reddened cheeks and trembling lip as he finally laid down beside you.

"I don't know," you replied, sliding farther under the covers. "I mean, he did this before, but he apologized-"

"y/n, he did this before? And you didn't dump him?"

"N-no, but-"

"Sweetie," he sighed as he put the phone back and hugged you again. "When your partner cheats on you, never stick around. Doesn't matter how much they shower you in praise or how many dates they take you on, 90% of the time they will do it again. You put your trust in him and he broke it twice. I'd say that's more than enough cause to leave him."

"But why did he do it? Are my eyes too small or big compared to that girl in the picture? Am I uglier than her? Is my personality worse? Am I a bad person, Thoma?"

His expression turned from one of perplexed anger to one of consolation as he spoke.

"No, no, you're a wonderful person," he said gently, "I honestly don't know either. You're gorgeous and stunning and every time I see you, you bring a smile to my face regardless of how bad of a day it's been. You're not a bad person and I hate to see you think of yourself that way."

His hands gave yours a small, comforting squeeze as you sniffled.

"Thanks, Thoma. I think you're a wonderful person too," you smiled softly, tears still running down your cheeks.

He chuckled quietly in return. "Of course. Now, are you gonna go to bed, or do you wanna stay up for a little bit and watch a movie or something?"

"A movie sounds nice. But we're watching it together, right?"

"Only if you want to."

"Yeah, I do."

Returning your smile, he sat up, still holding your hand, and as you grabbed a large blanket from your closet, you realized that you couldn't have wished for a better roommate.

#thoma #genshin x reader #thoma x reader #thoma x you #thoma x y/n #tohma x reader #tohma genshin #thoma genshin #genshin impact #genshin #fluff #thoma fluff #thoma comfort #the housewifeiest housewife of them all

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ninlilwinds · 2 years ago

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Cooking with the boys

Summary: Reader is cooking with the genshin boys

Characters: Diluc, Thoma, Childe

All but Childe’s can be seen as either platonic or romantic

A/N: Kind of rushed and bad, but I enjoyed writing it. Enjoy.

You prepared the ingredients whilst Diluc made sure to cut them up and handle the hot oil and boiling water. You had decided to make homemade french fries that day after being outside working at the vineyard all day.

You would clean the the potatoes and peel them, Diluc would cut, boil and fry, and finally you were taste tester

Every time Diluc heard you going too fast with the peeling, he would look over and tell you to slow down before you hurt yourself

And of course, you accidentally cut yourself after going fast and realizing Diluc was waiting for you. Blood came out of the wound and Diluc sighed, placing it under the sink to wash the water off as you winced.

“I told you to be careful.” he gently scolded, wrapping you finger with a bandaid before grabbing the peeler himself. He would tell you to take a break and add the spices and condiments you wanted to the one that was finished.

Besides that small inconvenience you had tons of fun with him

Thoma wanted to perfect making this particularly hard bread recipe, one that if you did one wrong measurement would get too hard, deflate, or all of the above.

He’d try a few times by himself, but then finally enlisted your help. Making the dough and kneading it was harder than you thought, but not for any reason.

Thoma and you kept laughing and joking about anything. You got flour on your cheek? Expect to be laughin for the next 5 minutes. You tripped and bumped into him? Another laughing session

It was a very joyful kitchen, and even caught the attention of other maids and the Kamisato siblings. Ayato and Ayaka soon joined in too with making the bread.

In a day or so when you came back after leaving the dough to rise, you placed it in the oven crossing your fingers.

All of your previous helpers that had come in when they heard all the laughter waited in the common room drinking tea and chattering. WHen the bread was finally ready you all brought it out and placed it in the center of the table

All eyes on the bread as Thoma picked up the knife and cut it, passing out the fresh slices.

Everyone took a bite together, and soon cheers of success rang out. The bread was gone fast, and it tasted delicious. Turns out all Thoma needed was a little bit of joy, one you seemed to bring wherever you went

Not being able to see Child every day because of his work always caused you some pain, eating your dinners alone and sleeping in the cold of night.

So, whenever he comes over to welcome you, you're overjoyed, until you realize you haven't cooked anything.

Since he’s been gone you’ve decided to just order food or go out to eat at places, rather than cook just for yourself. Some nights you didn’t even eat out for laziness.

Childe would reassure u, kissing your forehead and taking out your two matching aprons, ready for your first activity to be cook your dinner together.

You were both hungry, so most of the time it was a little bit for the pot, a little bit of the chefs. He would hold up food to your lips so you could try how the recipe was going so far.

At the end of it all, he would eat with you catching up on everything that happened.

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yvknda · 3 months ago

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the ghouls just love dressing pc up

jin (to which i doubt! tohma did all the work here, from handpicking it to managing the delivery, maybe?) sending pc matching sets to choose from for the ball fucking show off just from some first premarital handholding experience

vagastrom (AND pc!) cop undercover, shame we didn't get an illustration of it

haru lending ren's house uniform like some mom trying to set his son up with his crush (and i say, thank you for the boyfriend shirt, haru!)

homeboy haku taking every opportunity to see pc dress up other than darkwick's uniform, it's not just for the mission, come on! (heir to the clan and HIS lady, nom nom)

and THE tokutaisei outfit of them all! thank you, romeo scorpius lucci! (this gets worse in my head after reading and rereading romeo x pc/reader and yandere!romeo dressing us up RRAAAH)

special mention to mortkranken for dressing pc up on her patient garments, very romantic! let's try on another one, no? nurse outfit?

unfortunately, obscuary lost on this one, if only rui would let pc be his little house helper... maid outfit, save me, maid outfit scratch this one, a reblog just reminded me of the pajamas rui lent the pc and oml that's 7/7 houses making her change her wardrobe for whatever each needs her to be

#tdb #tokyo debunker

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diodellet · 12 days ago

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try wishing for it: magical girl au (scarabia x gn!reader)

inspired by @ceruleancattail's magical girl au and @yan-lorkai's yandere genie fic. note: i also imagine scarabia's mascot form to look like this. title is ripped from tohma's magical girl eudaemonics. content warnings: -yandere (if you squint, since scarabia's taking the role of kyubey in this fic. references of manipulation and general moral grayness.) -fic uses "magical girl" but means it in a gender-neutral sense (reader is referred to with they/them pronouns) word count: 2.7k words

Being a magical girl means gaining the power to do virtually anything you can dream of.

The first time you defeat a wraith, you stare in awe at your hands, breathing heavily from sheer excitement rather than exertion. With one final roar, the beast falls to the ground, before dissolving into black smoke.

“Woah, you did it! You really took it down!” Kalim barrels into you, gushing praise after praise. “See, Jamil? I told you they were going to be powerful!”

Jamil is more mindful of you, instead floating over to land on your other shoulder. “Nice job.”

“You’re a natural!” Kalim’s bouncing with joy in your palm, waving his little stubby arms. “You probably won’t even need to use your three wishes!”

Right, there was that. In the case that you were against an overwhelmingly powerful foe, you could draw on your familiars’ magic—a ‘wish,’ they called it.

“Don’t jinx them, Kalim.”

“...What happens if I asked for more wishes?”

“It doesn’t work like that.” The stitches of Jamil’s plush smile don’t change, but there’s a note of something foreboding in his words. “Though, you don’t seem like the type to squander them. Don’t worry about it too much.” Despite their cartoonish appearance, your familiars’ words and warnings carried a grave weight

Your gaze drifts to the slain wraith. All that remains is the tarnished metal collar that hung around its neck, until it too crumbles into dust.

There’s something hauntingly beautiful in that faint shimmer of gold as it gets blown away by the wind.

Being a magical girl means toting around two innocuous round plushies of your familiars to class.

With your new double life, you get two new companions following you around. It means bearing Kalim’s excited chattering as you take notes, dealing with Jamil’s snide teasing as your classmates point out your new bag charms.

What you don’t expect is to see the two of them sitting in your living room the next morning, clad in your school’s uniform.

“Good mor—oof!” Your book bag collides with Kalim’s chest and you use the momentum to drag him and Jamil by the elbow out of your house, ignoring your dad’s concerned calls with a loud “I’m heading out!”

You didn’t get the memo that being able to transform was part of their repertoire as magical familiars, but you should’ve expected this. Between Kalim’s thousand-kilowatt smile and Jamil’s calculating gaze, you very much prefer them as small round plushies.

(It’s strange that your schoolmates and teachers don’t question the two new additions to the class, but you appreciate that your cover wasn’t blown with this curveball. You suspect it might have to do with the red glow in Jamil’s eyes. You decide to question them at the end of the class day.)

“It’d be better if one of you stayed as a plushie.”

“Then that means it would be Jamil since he’s better at keeping attention off of us.”

“By that logic, they’re talking about you, Kalim.” Is it you or is that a hint of a smile on Jamil’s lips?

“Oh.” Kalim’s expression falls into a pout. “But I like attending classes with you!”

He probably wouldn’t like it as much during exams week. “I wouldn’t be able to keep a low profile if people noticed you…guys following me around.”

“Aw, I guess so…Thanks for treating us to ice cream, though!”

You offer to buy them another one, just to make their one and only day at school special. You start heading towards another freezer, there’s a special lottery on these soda popsicles.

Jamil’s attention turns toward the counter. He’d been eyeing the person at the cashier. “Wait, something seems—”

And that’s all the warning he can give before a group of wraiths crashes through the convenience store wall. Ending up in a sprawled mess of tangled limbs was not ideal. It’s settled, you definitely preferred them in their plushie forms.

Being a magical girl means getting woken up by Kalim in the middle of the night to patrol the city.

As a hand-sized plush ball, he’s already pretty strong. But under the cover of night, he can shed his disguise and drag accompany you around to see you deliver justice to evildoers.

Your drowsiness fades away as you leap from rooftop to rooftop, dispatching fledgeling wraiths hiding in narrow alleyways, stopping drunken confrontations, watching over lone pedestrians traversing through seedier parts of the city.

“There’s another one, it’s a low-ranking wraith!”

“I’ve got it!” Magic gathers around your weapon, bathing it in golden light as you swing and cleave the monster into two.

It didn’t even get a fighting chance to writhe or fight back. All it can do is dissipate into nothing.

Which is for the best.

“That was so quick!” Kalim bounds over to you as your weapon fades out of view. “You’re getting better and better at fighting!”

“Well, you did say it was a weak one…” You tug at the collar of your outfit. His praise feels like staring into the glare of the sun, straight on. “I’m probably not that much better than those other magical girls before me.”

“Still! It doesn’t make you any less amazing—Are you hurt anywhere?” Kalim starts looking you over for any injuries that he might have missed.

Too close. “Not a scratch. Come on, let’s head home.”

Though you should’ve expected things would go sideways at some point, that the night would bring untold horrors instead of passing peacefully. In a mix of your carelessness and Kalim’s overexcitement, an avian-like wraith appears and catches you both offguard, talons closing around his midsection and carrying him into the sky, each powerful beat of its wings taking him farther and farther away from you.

Adrenaline surges through you and the asphalt of the sidewalk cracks underneath your soles as you leap to the sky in pursuit. “Kalim!” Just before you can close the distance, he screams at you to get back, making you falter. A long shadow whips through the air—a prehensile tail of sorts—preventing you from approaching.

Switching tactics, you aim for its wings. Better to bring it to the ground.

(Miraculously, Kalim got the cue to turn into his plushie form to avoid getting caught in the crossfire. You manage to catch him before the both of you crash. Though, Kalim’s awed gushing was probably going to give you a sunburn.)

Being a magical girl means Jamil takes your healthcare into his own hands, sometimes.

“It’s the sleep deprivation.”

“No, it’s not.” A coughing fit strikes you at that moment, betraying the extent of your sickness.

“It’s because you’re overexerting yourself with your ‘nightly escapades.’”

“Fine—so what if I am? Isn’t that what I’m supposed to do? To protect helpless people day and night?”

“Obviously, not at the cost of your own wellbeing!”

You didn’t think you would ever end up in this kind of situation, being yelled at by a floating plush ball while confined to your bed of messy blankets and used tissues.

The angry heat in your face is making your headache worse, makes you see gray for a moment before you could fire back.

“...I’m sorry,” you spit without an ounce of penance.

Jamil sighs. “Well. There’s no use in pressing the matter any further.” Just before he disappears, he tells you to get some rest.

Easier said than done.

The minutes inch by agonizingly slow. Your room is so silent, magnifying the buzz of your own thoughts. Up until this point, your life became a whirlwind of academics, extracurriculars, and fighting evil monsters. But at this moment of standstill, you can’t help but come to the realization that he was right. With your rashness, you basically incapacitated yourself. Sure, your familiars were also capable magic users. Sure, they could hold off wraiths from doing any major damage, but the thought that this entire situation could have been avoided, that this was entirely your fault—

A tear slips down your cheek, then more and more, until you’re quietly sobbing, frustrated, into your palms.

The mattress of your bed dips with the added weight of another person. “Mom—”

Jamil shushes you. “Drink this first.” You hear the rustle of plastic—did he go to the pharmacy?—and feel him press two tablets into your hand. As you swallow them, he hands you a glass of water. His other hand rests against your sweat-covered back, thumb rubbing soothing circles into your skin.

(It is a stark contrast to his rough words from earlier.)

“I thought you…” They probably had other magical fighters to watch over, didn’t they?

It’s probably the fever messing with your senses, but there’s an uncharacteristic softness in Jamil’s voice. “Shh. No more of that, now.”

“...then why?” Were you really the only one?

“Just focus on getting better.”

“But—”

“Your mom’s making soup for dinner, she will come to check on you in an hour. I’ll stay with you until then. Rest.”

His words are not enough to placate your worries fully, but there’s a soft glow of red in his irises that makes you acquiesce and close your eyes, all while clutching onto Jamil’s wrist.

Being a magical girl means thinking up new ways to explain your many conversations “to yourself.”

Your parents are easy, it’s just the angst of youth. But your siblings are a little more difficult to convince. In addition to your moments of listlessness, they can hear your frantic back and forth pacing and the thump of you throwing your plushies against the paper-thin walls of your room. It can only mean one thing—

“Get out! I’m not having romance issues!” You slam the door behind your sibling’s cackles.

Your familiars remain still, seated on your bed until the sound of footsteps is sufficiently out of earshot.

“Are you really seeing someone?” Kalim pipes up.

“No!” You bury your face into your hands. “I—How would I have the time for that?”

“Besides,” Jamil chimes in, “we’re the only ones who’ve been accompanying them. Unless—”

Your body moves of its own accord, snatching Jamil with both hands and giving him a threatening squeeze, an unspoken ‘don’t you dare finish that sentence’ left hanging in mid-air.

When he stays quiet, your death grip lightens up. Just a little bit. A heavy exhale leaves your frame. “Look, for all that we’ve gone through—”

(A part of you is hesitant to admit it but, having gained them as new companions made your journey as a magical girl feel less daunting. You felt safe knowing that you could rely on them to watch your back, in spite of the close calls you’ve had.

As for whether or not you’d started looking at them differently, well, you’d need more time to think on it. There. End of conversation.)

“I guess… I’m glad I met you. The both of you,” you finished lamely.

The silence that followed was deafening. For once, you’d wished their plushie forms could emote more instead of giving you that placid smile.

With a pop! and shower of golden sparks, Kalim’s arms close around you in a tight hug. A bright grin splitting his cheeks. “I’m happy we’re friends too!”

“Stop squeezing me!” Jamil grits out.

Being a magical girl means double checking your word choice, especially for any quips and retorts.

The first time you transformed, you commented offhandedly about your footwear and Jamil made a little adjustment to your attire.

With a snap of his fingers, a golden bangle clasps around your ankle. Lightweight, no doubt it would look beautiful when the light hits it at the right angle, but—

A frown pulls at your lips.

“Would you like another one? Just for some…symmetry,” Jamil suggests.

You decide better against responding to that.

“Think of it as a gift from me and Kalim.”

Was this something they bestowed to every magical fighter they took under their wing? “...Some gift this is.”

“Relax, you still have three wishes left. I won’t trick you into wasting them.”

Well, that diminished most of your initial doubt. “How can I be sure of that?” you question.

Jamil’s head tilts to the side, appraising you with an eerily-observant gaze. “All you have to do is ask. Anything that your heart desires, anything your mind can conceive.”

You don’t like how his eyes are trained on you, making you feel small. You pick at an imaginary speck of dirt on your top, straighten out the already-impeccable fabric.

A thick silence falls over the both of you.

“...Will you—will you both ask me if I’m sure, before granting my wish?” It’s such a stupid thing to worry about, to fuss over the intricacies of your arrangement as Magical Girl and Familiar.

“Of course.” Jamil gives you a smile. “Shall we head to where Kalim is?”

“Yeah.” Your weapon appears in your hand with a flash of gold. “Let’s destroy that wraith’s nest.”

(More than desires you want fulfilled, there are anxieties you want quelled, fears you want silenced. Miracles to the myriad of unfortunate catastrophes that plagued your home—the flawed world that you lived in. So what if you contained untold power at your fingertips? You were only one person tasked with the protection of hundreds. At the peak of your distress—in the midst of sirens and flashing lights—you call for Jamil and utter your first wish through choked sobs.)

Being a magical girl means not relying on your powers, sometimes.

The trapped kitten gives another pitiful wail, thrashing against your grip as you clamber down the tree. In holding onto it tightly, you earn a set of angry-red scratch marks along the backs of your hands before reaching solid ground. The kitten bounds away with a final hiss.

“Why didn’t you transform?” Kalim asks.

You shrug, running a finger over one of the scratches. “I guess it’s ’cause I didn’t wanna mess up the outfit.”

“What do you mean?”

Bashful, your gaze ducks to your shoes, worn from years of use but sturdily hanging on. “It’s just, lately, the wraiths have been getting more and more powerful. And I…” Feel weak? Pressured? Alright, maybe you were still hung up over leaving a little crater at a major intersection, but it was either that or letting the ursine wraith lay waste to the nearby shopping center. There wasn’t any time to dwell on those shortcomings.

(But your mind liked to circle back to it. Was there any more you could do? Why couldn’t you do more?)

They warned you about this, that at some point, you would end up facing more destructive wraiths. That you would have to choose among innocents.

He takes your injured hands. “You can always make a wish.” Kalim’s healing magic washes over you, cool and gentle, like a stream of water. You watch the scratches slowly close up until they become nothing more than a set of faint white lines. “That’s what me and Jamil are for.”

“That’s true…”

“Anything you want.” Kalim repeats. “I’ll make it happen.”

It’s those simple words— and the sight of him cradling your hands in his palms—that grant you the courage to speak your next words, your second wish.

Being a magical girl means weighing your soul against the lives of people, friends and strangers alike.

“Come on, you have to get up.” Tears are streaming down Kalim’s cheeks, his hands hover by your prone and bloodied form, unsure of which wounds to heal.

Wearily, you gaze cranes upwards as if every bit of movement caused pain throughout your body.

Jamil has witnessed this scenario a thousand times. He keeps a stoic face. “Are you just going to let them destroy everything?”

“...I can’t let them…”

“You’re hurting yourself! Jamil, you have to do something!”

“It’s not my choice to make.”

When in the face of an unstoppable threat—a horde of chimeran wraiths that will lay waste to your home, will you make that final third wish and trust in them?

Jamil knows how you’ll answer. Rather than using them as quick and easy schemes, your first two wishes were—in some way—made for the good of others around you. For someone who won’t even know or care about that small bit of kindness. At the core of every human is a desperate self-preservation instinct that pushes them to make a final wish. And like clockwork, you will follow like the rest of the magical girls that they created. It’s a strategy that has benefited him and Kalim. And he has been fervently waiting for this moment, for a powerful one like you to—

“I’m...not giving up…!”

Or not?

His lips curl into a smile. “Then give them hell.”

They can wait this out. Compared to their infinite lifespan, your emotional fortitude was only a drop in the ocean.

a/n: aaaa thanks @jessamine-rose for betaing this fic with ur fresh eyes. this au rlly gave me brainworms of the feral variety, i think i liked leaving most of the details ambiguous and free to interpretation, but i might come up with a separate author's note post about worldbuilding bits i couldnt fit in? eh we'll see! i hope yall enjoyed reading this! edit: author's note can be found here! tagging some jamilnatics: @viperwhispered @twstgo @just-a-little-silly @mama-m1na @crystallizsch @sillystr1ngs (lmk if you wanna join the taglist for jamil writing in the replies)

#dellet-writings #jamil viper x reader #kalim al asim x reader #scarabia x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #jamil viper #kalim al asim #gn!reader #yandere kalim al asim #yandere jamil viper

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luvtowa · 1 month ago

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the little things pt 1

content: tokyo debunker ghouls x gn! reader, suggestive content. warnings: nsfw, bordering on smutty content. various sexual and non-sexual turn ons, vivid descriptions. [vagastrom edition]

summary: what turns the ghouls on

note: do lmk if you want longer versions of these :) also! do you want the jabberwock version first or the hotarubi version first? divider by @cafekitsune !!

— alan: gentle touches

alan is a the softest man you know

and that’s only after you get through his tough-man persona

but that never stopped you from being kind or gentle with him

alan knows he’s strong, even for a ghoul

which is why he’s scared to touch you

but you?

you were never scared to touch him

he doesn’t say it but he loves it when you touch him

holding his hand, intertwining your fingers, ruffling his hair, caressing his cheeks

alan gets so turned on when you touch him as if he’s the most fragile thing on earth

he feels so terrible whenever you treat him with such kindness

because all he can think about is shoving his thick cock into you

that starts a whole escapade of him avoiding you at all cost

whenever you visit the pit, he’s not there

it’s gotten to the point where leo is now teasing you whenever you pop by

‘looking for your himbo boyfriend?’

well, he wasn’t entirely wrong

after two weeks of having alan avoid you, you decided you’ve had enough

alan may have been a ghoul, but you had a secret weapon

enter tohma ishibami

he promises to help you snag alan

only for the small price of running an errand in hotarubi for him

easy task, you’ve dealt with worse (sinostra)

after completing your task, tohma promised he’d get alan for you

he never clarified how, though

so when you return to the chapel and see tohma and alan, you nearly laugh

“oh, m-mc”

he’s flustered and stuttering, looking to tohma for answers

you exchange pleasantries with the frostheim ghoul before he leaves

and you use your body to block the door (even though alan could easily move you)

alan knows he’s fucked

he doesn’t say anything. he’s ashamed.

“did i do something wrong? did i hurt you in any way?”

he winces at the sound of your voice. he can tell you’re hurt

and he can’t blame you

“i’m sorry”

his voice is low and you can tell he’s being genuine

you reach up and stroke his cheek gently before moving your hand up to play with his hair

your other hand is rubbing circles on his bruised knuckles

alan’s self control is ripping at the seam and is about to burst

the silence overwhelms him and he’s sure you never want to speak to him again

he’s about to find out how wrong he is

“i always knew you weren’t as tough as you portrayed yourself to be”

alan’s eyes snap open at your comment and he turns to look at you

the man is confused by your expression

your small smirk, the confidence in your eyes, an eyebrow arched cockily

he’s blushing like a tomato at the sight of you (he’s more turned on than ever by your confidence)

“look at you, alan”

the ghoul’s mind is racing as he looks at your finger pointing down

oh shit shit shit shit shit shit-

“i’m sorry, mc” his voice is suddenly higher as he squeezes his thighs together

he’s surprised by your deep chuckle

“don’t apologise. i love seeing you try to hide your boners from me”

you tilt his head up, making him look at you as his eyes widened, cock stiffening even more in his pants

moving your hand down, you cup it gently as alan lets out a soft moan

chuckling, you let your fingers move against it, reveling at the sight of his scrunched up face, tossed back from the pleasure

but it was his low groans that made you go absolutely insane

tongue swiping across your lips, plan inhales sharply as you lean down, whispering in his ear

“i’m going to have so much fun with you”

— leo: insulting him

you and the vagastrom vice captain do NOT get along

and everybody can see that

well, more like they can hear it

“if you’re going to be useless, why bother coming along”

“get your head out of your ass, kurosagi”

yall didn’t even try to get along anymore

you barely tolerated each other

most of the time, you were simply insulting each other ‘subtly’

or not so subtly

sometimes, his actions didn’t reflect his words and you hated it

“c’mon, honor roll, don’t you want to get an exclusive night of fun with me?”

you looked down at him

his eyes were sparkling under the bright lights of his room, cheeks flushed as he batted his eyelashes

his hair was wet, a towel wrapped around his waist. you were both in quite the provocative position

leo’s attempt at seducing you would’ve worked with anyone else

anyone else

you scoff

“keep dreaming”

the door slams shut as you leave

unbeknownst to you, leo’s cock was rock hard under his towel

hiding it from you just turned him on even more

god, he fucking loved it when you were mean to him

the spite in your voice, venom dripping from every word the way you glared at him, with pure hatred and disgust

he loved it all

it made him so horny

the tower slipped off his waist, milky white skin now exposed

along with his hard, red cock

the cold air made leo shiver as he wrapped his fingers around the base and started stroking

he envisioned the way you’d look at him if he got caught

oh god, that thought just made him so much more excited

‘wow, kurosagi, you’re really fucking filthy. a fucking disgusting whore’

leo moaned loudly, pre-cum leaking from the head of his cock

he’s so immersed in the thought of you catching him masturbating

that he doesn’t hear you actually catch him masturbating

you had accidentally left a package romeo had tasked you to pick up

and god, you did not need his pompous ass complaining today

you obviously had not intended to walk in on him

but boy, were you glad you did

“y/n, y/n, please!”

leo moaned your name, arching his back as he started stroking his cock even faster

the grin that slowly spread across your face was evil

diabolic, even

after another thirty-or-so seconds of you standing in the shadows, you decide it’s time to reveal yourself

you cleared your throat loudly, so he could hear it over his own moans

his head snapped towards you

“what the fuck? y-you pervert!”

leo’s stuttering only makes you laugh

“really don’t think you’re in the situation to be calling me a pervert”

you approach him slowly, chuckling at the fear in his eyes

and the way his cock was twitching, leaking pre-cum at the sight of you

before he can protest, you have him pinned down to the bed

leo’s eyes widen as you straddle him

you giggle, grinding against him as he bit his lip, suppressing his sweet whimpers

“i’m going to use you like the fucking toy you are, kurosagi”

his cock twitch against you, but the egotistical grin on his face burns the insatiable fire inside you

“try me, honour student”

— sho: flirting/banter

sho was one of the sweetest ghouls you’d met in darkwick

so that’s why people would always find you with him if you weren’t at jabberwock or hotarubi

he loved to tease you, and you loved to tease him

it’s a thing between the both of you— banter, if that’s what you’d call it

you enjoyed it, the back and forth with sho, knowing that there was no malicious intent behind either of your words

sho enjoyed it too

but not in the way you did

he didn’t know why, but he’d get so turned on when you gave him a witty or flirty response

somebody to 𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴, one would say

it was just another afternoon for you both

lunch hour had just passed so you were helping sho clean up the food truck (totally not skipping classes)

“you didn’t have to do this, senpai”

you roll your eyes at his words

“i know, but i now have an excuse to skip class”

the wink you send him has his breath catch in his throat

he turns away, trying to hide the blush on his face

“not being a very honourable honour student, are you?”

you shoot him a look

“what can i say? rules are meant to be broken at times”

sho chuckled, shaking his head

“oh yeah? and when’s that? when classes on anomalous anatomy are being held?”

you grin at the boy

“nah. it’s only applicable when i get to hang out with a cutie like you”

oh god

he’s as red as the tomato in his hand

he clears his throat, trying to regain his composure

“and i thought you were the more mature one here, senpai”

you laugh at his words

“oh, baby, i am”

the pet name completely throws him off-guard

‘baby’? he hasn’t heard that one yet

oh god, he can feel himself getting harder and it’s gonna be a problem

“uh, i think i’m good now, senpai. you should return the class”

you glance over your shoulder

“trying to get rid of me now?”

he shakes his head, cheeks flushed

“n-no! wouldn’t want you to get in trouble with professor hyde now…”

he chuckles nervously

you turn around fully, arching an eyebrow

“you know your brother wouldn’t care, sho”

sho refuses to meet your gaze which further heightens your curiosity

“are you hiding something from me?”

“n-no!”

his exclamation only confirms your suspicions and a sly grin makes it way to your face

you circle around the counter, watching as sho backs away

his reactions are throughly amusing to you

it was very entertaining

“c’mon, pretty boy. what’re you hiding from me, hm? no need to be scared, i don’t bite”

he inhales a sharp breath, backing against the wall, trapped

“unless you want me to, that is”

sho whimpers under his breath

“oh? what’s this we have here?”

you glance down to the very obvious tent in his pants

sho is beyond embarrassed at this point, but the look in your eyes

the look in your eyes turns him on even more than he already is

the way you glance down at his lips, before looking back at him– it drove him crazy

“can i?”

your voice is soft, with a hint of cheekiness in it

he nods and you don’t hesitate

before he knew it, your mouth was on his, hand on his crotch

he was moaning into the kiss, hands wrapping around your neck

god, he loved how you kissed him like a starved man

air was becoming a problem, so you had to pull away, breathless

sho’s hair stuck to his forehead, bandana slowly slipping off as he panted, cheeks flushed

and his eyes– god, his eyes

his eyes begged for you to continue

licking your lips, you grin at the ghoul

“close the truck. i need to fuck you right now”

#tokyo debunker imagines #tokyo debunker fic #tokyo debunker x reader #tokyo debunker #tokyo debunker smut #leo kurosagi #alan mido #shohei haizono #vagastrom

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aayakashii · 5 months ago

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Tokyo Debunker fics and headcanons masterlist:

Obs: you can find more posts with headcanons that aren't as organized as the ones in this masterlist through the tag #tokyo debunker headcanons !

touch starved – Alan Mido x MC: part 1, part 2, part 3

the house never loses – Romeo Lucci x MC

the way to a man's heart is through his stomach – Sagara Haru x MC

late nights headcanons 🔞: Zenji, Alan, Haku, Haru, Taiga

MC that is just like Jack Howl from Twisted Wonderland

giving them a cute little plushie headcanons: Jabberwock boys; Jin, Leo, Haku, Taiga and Romeo; Subaru, Alan, Sho and Kaito; Luca, Ritsu, Tohma, Zenji, Rui, Ed and Lyca

routine – Kagami Subaru x MC

dating heacannons – Leo, Jin and Haku, Tohma

my pictures of you – Yandere!Sagara Haru x MC

bluecid – Kamurai Jin x Frostheim student angst/unrequited love

tastes like mint – Ishibashi Tohma x MC: chapter 1, chapter 2

indirect kiss – Mizuki Rui x MC: part 1, part 2

gilded – Yandere!Romeo Lucci x MC

neapolitan – Lyca Colt x MC

soft beats to feed your baby anomaly to – mostly MC with Peekaboo

frostbite – Yandere!Kamurai Jin x MC

cherry hard candy – Edward Hart x MC 🔞

too cute to be a bad boy - Haizono Sho x MC

MC with sh scars (TW): part 1, part 2, part 3

What kind of yandere are the Tokyo Debunker boys?

Drabble event

(maybe) distance makes the heart grow fonder (?) – a lot of angst, depressed mc and probably no romance: part 1, part 2

How would they react if you received a confession from another student? – yandere headcanons

untitled Haku angst

untitled Ren short fic

How do they ask for your consent? – 🔞 headcanons

violence sometimes might be the answer – platonic Lyca x MC

pink – Yandere!Pervert!Ren 🔞

granite and soft sand – angsty Alan x MC

collared – Sub!Leo x Femdom!MC 🔞 part 2

soulmate headcanons

which petname would they use in a relationship?

trick or treat!! (1-day mini halloween event)

Luca comfort fic

Yandere!Taiga confessing his feelings

Extra stuff:

Tokyo Debunker cats sticker pack

The transparent pngs for the cat stickers

More stickers (chibis and kigurumi)

Tokyo Debunker House Assignment quiz

List of Tokyo Debunker fanfic writers

#tokyo debunker #tokyo debunker headcanons

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summer-nights19 · 3 months ago

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Hey, heard you wanted more TDB requests, so I'm here to deliver😊. Could you do the Tokyo debunker boys (you can pick who you want) with an MC that is extremely accident prone, like you take a look away from them for a second and their covered in multiple cuts and bruises, and the cherry on top is that whenever this happens the MC is like "oops". Please and thank you.

Ofc anon ! As someone who falls over all the time, I love this idea

Tokyo debunker guys x klutz MC

Characters: The Frostheim + Vagastrom + Jabberwok guys

Kaito

He finds it adorable honestly

Because he's not particularly strong as far as ghouls are concerned, he sometimes struggles to live up to the image of your "knight in shining armour", so he 100% would use this as an excuse to catch you in his arms while you fall

Will sometimes tease you about it in a good natured way

Also uses it as a way to get you to agree to hold his hand everywhere "so that you can't fall over"

It doesn't always work - sometimes you both just end up falling over

Luca

He worries about your safety so much - you might not think it's a big deal, but what if you fall and injure yourself seriously ?

Walks right next to you everywhere you go to make sure that he can catch you easily if you fall

Unlike Kaito, Luca always catches you successfully. He then proceeds to carry you bridal style the rest of the way "so you can't fall" (not that you're complaining)

Is even more protective of you when you go on missions - will not approve of you going unless he's there to guarantee your safety, and, even then, he doesn't let you leave his sight

Carries a little first aid kit with him so he can patch up any injuries you get from falling

Tohma

"Oh for God's sake MC, why are you on the floor again ?"

Found it exasperating at first - why did you not manage to stay upright on your own two feet ?

However, some part of him does find it kind of endearing

Cannot keep an eye on you at all times due to his work as vice captain, but when he's around you he definitely tries

I could see him linking arms with you like they did in the olden days to prevent you from falling

If you do fall, expect a gentle lecture as he disinfects any bruises you got

Jin

At first, he finds it kind of cute. He definitely teases you about it when you're in private

However, if you're on a mission, his protective side kicks in - what if you fall and he isn't there to help you ? From now on, you are only allowed to go on missions with him or Tohma (preferably him) so they can keep you safe

Would definitely catch you as you were falling and carry you the rest of the wa like Luca

He pretends to be annoyed if you do fall, but in reality he loves taking care of you

Has tried using his stigma on you and telling you "Don't fall" as you hold his hand. This works well ... but only if you hold hands

Leo

This shouldn't surprise anyone, but he'd mostly be kind of a dick about it

He teases you about it SO much

Instead of helping you, he'd stand there and tease you or even record you so he can laugh at the video later

"You should have seen yourself, MC ! You fell face first right into that puddle !"

If he ever hurts your feelings he'd feel bad and try to be less mean (with limited success) but he wouldn't outright apologise

However, on a mission it's completely different - he's always by your side and picks you up at lighting speed if you fall

Will help you with any injuries, though he'll grumble about how clumsy you are

Sho

He teased you so much about it at first, but when you guys started liking each other, he begun to find it kind of cute (not that he'd ever admit it)

If you do fall, he always picks you up. At first, he's a bit too shy to carry you afterward, but eventually he starts to do it

Is so thorough about treating any injuries you might have

If you're on a mission, he keeps a very close eye on you and catches you immediately if he so much as sees you stumble. Good luck convincing him to let you go on one without him (he never will)

Alan

Jokes about giving you piggybacks/carrying you everywhere and low key starts to do it if you're into the idea

If he's not carrying you, then he's holding your hand so that you don't fall

Will physically not let you fall - he always has his eye on you and us ready to catch you

Another one who will only let you do missions with him, because no one else can protect you adequately

If you do still manage to fall, he'll dress all your wounds and kiss them better (if you're in private)

Also, if he discovers anyone giving you shit for your clumsiness, he will not hesitate to drag them into the pit and give them hell for it

Haru

Thinks it's absolutely adorable - you move like a baby giraffe !

He would also joke about holding your hand or carrying you everywhere and end up low key doing it

Always keeps a watchful eye on you to make sure you don't fall

If you do end up falling, he gives you a hug as he treats your wounds with the first aid kit he carries everywhere

Towa

Would look at you kind of sadly and offer you a hand up if you fall

Tries to catch you but doesn't always succeed

His hugs are honestly the best pain medication

Brings you flowers he found to distract you from your injuries

Ren

Won't admit in a million years that he finds it kind of cute and acts like he finds it annoying

At first, he just rolls his eyes at you and tells you to get up, but after some time passes, he starts to offer you a hesitant hand up and allow you to lean on his arm if you're injured after checking that you're ok

If you're in a private place, he'll tend to your injuries

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A Song of Ice and Aneurysm | 02

Summary: Jin Kamurai might be feared and respected as the wintery King of Frostheim, but even he is no match for a cursed honor student denser than any iceberg known to mankind.

Pairing:Kamurai Jin x Reader

Genre: Humor, romantic comedy, fluff, Jin struggling to emote, eventual smut, COMPLETE

18+, minors DNI

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"Bianerus."

You're so captivated by Jin's smile that it takes you a moment to register that he's summoned his stigma.

Shit.

The last and only time you had seen him use his ability, he had forced an entire horde of anomalies to their knees. His words of command had somehow bolstered Kaito's aim with his bow and arrow, saving you. Then, Jin had given Tohma enough power to bring down an entire building.

What is he going to do to you?

"Answer me truthfully."

Is he looking for blackmail material? Or perhaps he's going to have you spill your darkest secrets, your humiliation a punishment for pissing him off?

"Do you really not understand why I was upset with you?"

Before you can think, can come up with any sort of answer to appease him, your mouth opens as you are forced to obey.

"No," you respond, internally cringing at how breathy you sound. Though it's only to be expected when you've been subjected to the utter whiplash that has been this entire situation. Why you need to be in Jin's lap, why he has to be cupping your face like a lover as this strange conversation occurs is completely lost to you.

As your brain works overtime to process the overwhelming amounts of conflicting information it's receiving, something about his wording distracts you.

"W-was? Are you not upset with me now?"

Your own question makes his brows knit in annoyance, and he closes his eyes as if praying for patience.

"Oh no, you're still pissing me off," he answers bluntly. Yet despite his obvious irritation, his hold is still gentle, and your heart is pounding not out of fear but because his face is only inches from your own. "Are you always this fucking clueless?"

Apparently his command to answer truthfully is still in effect, because your response comes before you have even registered his insulting question.

"Yes."

What the fuck, brain? Your own psyche is betraying you, it seems.

Your answer at least seems to have eased some of the captain's ire, however, because he lets out a noise that sounds suspiciously like a "pfft".

"Are you pouting right now?"

How rude, of course you're not.

"Yes."

You hate his ability. You really do. You want to hate Jin too, but his amused expression is melting any leftover remnants of your self-respect.

It's unfair, really, just how beautiful he is. If he wasn't, maybe you could take his arrogance and rudeness at face value and forget the secret kindness he hides under his sheets of ice. The way he quietly does take care of his house and subordinates despite pretending otherwise. Maybe then, you would be properly worried that you are completely at his mercy. Instead, all you can think of is the warmth of his body against yours and the gentle way his hands have locked you into place.

"Continue answering truthfully."

You wonder why he's refreshed his order, what exactly he intends to ask you, because nothing about this meeting has gone the way you've expected.

For a moment, Jin hesitates. Then, his hand slides under your chin and your mind goes blank. Because his lips are suddenly brushing your temple in a gentle kiss that makes you freeze.

"Is that alright?"

Instantly, your own mouth opens to reply. "Yes."

You can't quite believe this is happening, that you're in Jin's lap and he's just kissed you like you're something delicate and perfect.

"And this?"

His next attack is to trail his lips against your jaw, and you can't hold back the tiny whimper that leaves your throat. You never would have expected this sweet, quiet treatment from the imperious captain and it's reducing your brain to mush and your insides to jelly.

"Mmhmm," you hum in assent, still dazed when he pulls back despite the fact that he hasn't even actually kissed your lips. There's a devastating, satisfied smirk on his face as he takes in your flushed expression.

"Is there anything else you want?"

Now that's just cruel, when it's clear he already knows the answer. Yet still, even without his stigma, you would tell the truth.

"You."

The smirk deepens.

"Take what you want, then."

Your body reacts faster than your mind, pressing closer against him as your lips finally meet his. You wrap your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in his soft, messy hair.

In any other circumstance you might have been more shy, less certain of your actions. However, Jin's order strips away any inhibitions you might have had, and when his lips part you take the invitation to lick into his mouth a little more desperately than you meant to.

It's his fault, really, for giving free reign to the desire that's been itching under your skin since he fucking kabedon'ed you with his leg. Who the fuck would even think of doing that other than this foul-mouthed, grouchy, beautiful idiot of a man?

It's his fault for meeting your tongue with his own so quickly, just as needy as you. For the way his husky groan goes straight between your legs, reminding you that your uniform skirt provides no shield against the bulge forming in his slacks.

Take what you want? You want him. All of him.

"Anything?" you ask, pulling back just enough to gaze into Jin's icy eyes. His cheeks are flushed a pretty pink, and you can't resist rolling your hips against him. His hands come down to your hips to press you harder against his erection and you let out a little whine at the delicious friction.

"Whatever you want, princess."

Your heart flutters at the pet name, so sweet falling from his lips (and a welcome change from peasant). The way he squeezes your ass is decidedly less sweet, but the assurance that he wants you just as much as you want him sends heat throughout your entire body.

Jin's words are all the encouragement you need to kiss him again, and you shove the jacket off his broad shoulders in the process so you can run your hands down his chest.

The planes of his abs are evident even over his button-up, which is frankly not fair. Where does he find the time to maintain his body between his busy schedule of yelling at Tohma and ordering you around? Is it a ghoul physiology thing?

Whatever, that's not important when there is a veritable feast of beautiful man meat before you. Jin isn't the type to give free rein for long, and you waste no more time in unbuttoning his shirt as he chuckles into your mouth.

"You were so shy that time I told you to wash this," he remarks, shrugging his shoulders out of the shirt as you let your eyes rove over his bare skin. You pause your appreciation to frown at him.

"That's because you're incredibly confusing," you complain, horniness momentarily forgotten as you lean back to cross your arms. "I didn't think I was allowed to look."

"Oh?"

There's a dangerous undercurrent in Jin's voice, and suddenly your vision spins and you're on your back, staring wide-eyed at the shirtless man above you.

"And now?"

His hand slips under your shirt, and you shiver as his fingers skate over the soft skin of your belly.

"I'm still a little con-fused!" Your reply ends in a squeak when he cups your breast over your bra and pinches your nipple through the fabric.

Jin sighs, then leans in to you so his face is a hair's breadth from your own. His eyes pierce yours, locking you into place.

"I ask you to come see me every day."

Before you can say that "ask" is a very generous term for his demanding texts, he kisses you hard. When you moan he nips at your lower lip as if to punish you for your thought.

"I dance with you and only you at the ball I provided your dress for."

Your neck is next, and you whimper uncontrollably as he kisses you, bites you, sucks bruises into your delicate skin. He's good at this, adept at finding exactly where you're the most sensitive and abusing it until you're trembling beneath him.

"I give you a fucking boat for your mission."

He pinches your nipple again, hard, and you yelp despite the zing of electricity it sends straight between your legs.

"You really thought I felt nothing for you?"

You're hot all over, not just from his actions but at the way he's staring at you now, like he's ready to eat you alive. There's warmth in your chest as well, that this isn't just some physical way for him to vent his frustration – that you mean something to him.

"Show me, then," you order breathlessly, tangling your fingers in his hair to crash his lips back onto yours.

It's as if his (sort of) confession has broken down any remaining barriers between you, and the kiss quickly grows hot and messy. There's more passion than finesse and you love it, moaning into his mouth as you wrap your legs around his hips to grind against him.

Your hands roam the hard, warm planes of his bare back and he groans into your mouth when you scratch lightly with your nails. He's so broad, and you begin fumbling at the buttons of your shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours.

Apparently Jin is just as impatient, because without removing his lips from yours, he grabs the sides of your shirt from your hand and rips it open, uncaring of the buttons as they go flying.

"Jin, that's one of my only shirts," you hiss, torn between irritation and arousal because holy shit that was fucking hot.

"I'll buy you a hundred more," he replies with a smirk, letting his eyes feast on your nearly bare torso. "Or not, you look better like this."

You feel yourself flush at the shameless way he's staring, and to mask your embarrassment you rip your shirt off the rest of the way. Your bra follows, and you feel a small thrill of confidence when Jin lets out a ragged breath.

"So beautiful, princess," he groans, sinking back down on you to reclaim your lips. His hands cup your breasts, and you arch into his touch when his thumbs brush your nipples. "I'm never letting you go after this."

You pant and moan into his mouth as he begins to pinch, rub, and knead, every one of his actions sending hot jolts of pleasure to your core.

In an attempt to give him some of the pleasure (and torture) you're receiving, you reach down to palm him over this trousers and damn, not only does he have a big ego and big sword, but apparently a big sword as well. He groans and bucks into your hand, but you're already fumbling with his belt.

Soon the buckle clinks open and you barely wait to undo the button of his pants before slipping your hand to find the hard length of him. To your shock he's not wearing any boxers, and when you wrap your fingers around him Jin gives another strangled moan.

"Fuck, princess," he growls into your lips, voice husky with desire. One of his large hands trails down your body to dip below the hem of your skirt, just barely brushing the edge of your panties, when a thought strikes you.

"Wait."

Jin freezes, withdrawing his hand immediately and looking at you in concern.

"What's wrong?"

"Were you freeballing when you leg kabedon'ed me?"

The worry immediately melts into relief, which then becomes disbelief. For a few long moments he just stares at you, expression growing more and more irritated.

"That's what you're worried about right now?" he asks in a low, incredulous growl. "I thought you were telling me to stop."

The idea that he essentially shoved his balls in your face the first time you met had been so startling that you had forgotten everything else. Including the fact that your hand is currently still on his dick and you yourself are half-naked beneath him. Oops.

"No, definitely don't stop," you assure him. You want to feel bad for worrying him, you really do, but he looks so sexy with his jaw clenched in annoyance that you're immediately reminded of the ache between your legs. He looks like he's about to complain again, and you decide now is not the time to inquire about his underwear habits.

"Jin," you murmur softly, giving his cock a squeeze that you hope distracts him from his ire. His sharp exhale tells you you're successful, and with your free hand you guide his own back towards your core.

You stroke him slowly, tentatively and he lets out a strained "fuck" before caressing your pussy over your underwear. When he realizes how wet you are, he curses again before shoving the fabric aside. You whimper as he slowly, torturously, drags his fingers up and down your wet slit, bucking into his hand in a wordless plea for more.

Jin obliges, and you're glad the room is soundproof because the noise you make when he presses one of his thick fingers into you is depraved and needy.

Then his finger curls, and the cry you let out makes all of your earlier moans seem like church prayers.

"There?" he asks smugly, leaning back so he can get a good view of your face as drags the pad of his finger against that spot again. You think you babble an assent as he sets a delicious, relentless rhythm and you try to do the same, stroking him in a manner that only gets more uncoordinated as he drives you closer and closer to your peak.

"Jin," you pant desperately, grinding your hips into the curl of his fingers. He must have added another at some point, because the stretch feels so good that all you can see are the stars Jin has hung before you. "I'm – I'm gonna –"

"That's it, princess," he gasps, thrusting into your hand because you've long since ceased being able to focus on anything other than the relentless pleasure Jin is driving into you. "Come for me."

He doesn't even use his stigma, and yet you're powerless to resist. You fall apart with a wordless cry, spurred by his clever fingers, face contorting in pleasure that radiates from your core all the way to your toes. He stills his movements but presses his palm hard against your clit just when your spasms subside and you choke at the fresh, muted wave of pleasure.

You're still coming back to your senses when he withdraws his fingers and kisses you softly, stroking your hair with his free hand.

"Such a good girl," he murmurs into your neck, nipping and sucking at your tender skin. Honey oozes through your chest at his praise and gentle touch, the side of Jin that no one gets to see but you. You tug lightly at his hair to encourage him to kiss you again, and this time the slide of your tongues is more relaxed, easing you back into the waking world.

Jin is still hard in your grip, and when you resume your ministrations, his movements falter. You rub your palm around his tip and his moan vibrates against your tongue, and you feel yourself getting wet again.

"Jin, I need you," you murmur into his lips, withdrawing your hand from his pants only to shove them down and off his ass. Which you also take the opportunity to squeeze.

He sits up to kick them the rest of the way off and you do the same, yanking your skirt and panties down and tossing them wherever so you can admire the Adonis before you.

Every inch Jin's body looks like it was carved from marble by ancient Greek sculptors, each muscle taut and perfect. Well, except the several inches that constitute his cock, which is much larger than what was fashionable at the time. And you're not really sure how many sculptures there were with erect dicks.

"You're drooling."

With a start you wipe at your mouth, then scowl at the ghoul in indignation.

"Hey! No I wasn't!"

Jin snorts and takes your hand to pull you closer, and you very quickly forget everything when he kisses your palm, then the underside of your wrist. You shudder as the light touches send butterflies fluttering through your chest. Were those areas always so sensitive, or is it just because it's Jin?

"So cute, even when you're being a fucking idiot," he murmurs, eyes glittering with amusement as you huff and roll to face away from him. So rude. Even if hearing him call you cute turns your insides into goo.

Jin chuckles and presses his body to your back, and for a man everyone says is cold, all you can feel from his skin is heat. His hand skims over your breast before trailing down your stomach and you melt into him in spite of yourself.

"So you want it from behind?"

He says it just as his hand dips between your thighs, breath hot against your ear, and you forget to reply when he just barely presses his finger past your folds. You moan quietly, grinding your backside against his cock and Jin groans just as softly when he feels you still wet for him.

Suddenly his warmth vanishes, but before you can wonder what he's doing, he's pushing you onto your back and forcing your legs apart with his knees.

"Maybe next time," he muses, stroking your exposed pussy as you stare up at him with swollen lips and messy hair. "I want to see your face the first time you come on my cock."

Your face floods with heat at his filthy words, and his predatory gaze makes you feel more like prey than a princess. It only turns you on further, and when he gives his length a few cursory pumps before lining himself up, you swear your mouth actually does water.

Jin pauses, the blunt head of his cock just barely kissing your entrance.

"Tell me you want this," he rasps. His pupils are dilated, eyes heavy with desire and he looks like he'd love nothing more than to devour you whole. Yet he still waits, and it makes you want him even more.

You take his free hand, threading your fingers together, and pull him down so his forehead bumps yours.

"Please, Jin," you whisper, heart pounding. "I want this. I want you."

Jin kisses you just as his length presses against you, swallowing the needy whimper that escapes your throat. Instead of pushing in, he drags his cock up and down your slit, rubbing your clit with each stroke and you buck your hips towards him, wanting more.

"Jin," you gasp against his lips and tongue, hot and needy and achingly empty. "Can you please just – ahh!"

You moan as he finally presses into you, eyes rolling back as Jin's thick length cleaves into your walls. The stretch is agonizingly delicious, and he's so big that despite your wetness he has to go slow, pulling out shallowly just so he can fuck you deeper with each roll of his hips. By the time he's fully sheathed in your cunt, you're gasping and digging your nails into his back.

"You're doing so good for me, Princess," Jin breathes in a strained voice, pressing kisses to your neck as you whimper and wiggle beneath him.

"More," you whine, wrapping your legs around his hips as you try to take him deeper, desperate to take everything he has to offer.

"Fuck," he curses, grinding into you so hard you swear you can feel him in your throat. You pulse around him, slick walls gripping his cock like a vice and he curses again, grabbing your hips so he can properly fuck into you the way you both want.

Each thrust makes you see stars, and the room echoes with the indecent sound of skin slapping skin, Jin's harsh, uneven breathing, and your moans as you beg him for more.

Jin feels incredible, his cock hitting spots you weren't even aware of, and when he reaches between your bodies to massage your clit you can't help but buck wildly against him.

"Nng, fuck," you choke, because it's almost too much and somehow still not enough. With each thrust of his hips, each circle of his thumb on your clit, you lose more and more of your grip on reality and you yank his face to yours in a desperate clash of teeth and tongue.

"Don't stop," you gasp into his mouth as he fucks you into what feels like another plane of existence. You barely feel like a human anymore, but rather a bundle of nerves and pleasure growing tighter, tighter, until –

"Jin!" you wail, back arching as the tension snaps into rapture and you explode into a million pieces.

"Shit," Jin grunts, pace faltering as he feels you spasm uncontrollably around his cock. He buries his face into the side of your neck and you wrap your arms and legs around him, still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm. "Where–"

"Inside," you beg, tightening your legs around him as his thrusts grow harder and more erratic. Jin's answering groan is feral, animalistic, and when he spills inside of you he bites your shoulder hard enough to make you cry out.

"Fuck," he pants quietly, running his tongue over the bite in a silent apology before propping himself up on an arm to gaze down at you. You smile as you brush some of his sweaty hair out of his face, looking into beautiful icy eyes that thaw only for you.

"You're beautiful," Jin murmurs softly, leaning in to press a kiss on your forehead, then the tip of your nose, then your lips. You're melting again, reduced to an embarrassing puddle of adoration at his gentle treatment.

"You too," you reply dreamily, in a haze of post-coital contentment as you snuggle into Jin's chest. You feel his chuckle vibrate against your skin and he wraps his free arm around you, holding you close. "Wait, so why were you upset?"

"Oh my fucking god."

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