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gunsatthaphan · 5 months ago
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#bby wants bby gets.
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mellow-mewow · 1 year ago
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18+, MDNI.
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Imagine Choso rutting into you in a random room while you guys are at some party. Choso's a very vocal man, so he's obviously moaning loudly. But then you put your palm over his mouth, telling him to shush. He immediately stops thrusting, leaving only his tip in you. His eyes turns glassy, as if tears are about to roll down, "do you hate my voice?". His words fills you with guilt, making your brows furrows. You immediately remove your palm from his mouth and cups his cheeks lovingly instead. "No, Choso. I love it but-", your sentence is cut off and replaced by a yelp when he suddenly thrusts a bit too harshly into you, balls deep. Your assurance made him so happy that his body automatically moves on its own. And this time you don't bother covering his mouth as you're being fuck silly by him.
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yuriyuruandyuraart · 2 years ago
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Dancing with the devil...
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@estelletheskeleton forgot to add this here but here you go >:Dc
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pan-gya · 10 months ago
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it's always really nice when it rains in sumeru I think...
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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 8 months ago
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me when i can’t decide between writing a fluffy achey teen satoru drabble or a kinda angsty hurt/comfort cult leader geto drabble or a sickeningly fluffy hurt/comfort stsg fic ……….. 😔😔😔
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killuaisaprincess · 6 months ago
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CUTIE
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usagimen · 1 year ago
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As a result of today's events, Sayuri has symbolically returned to small chaos within the Kobayashi clan! One of the aunties within the facility ran back indoors hollering;     tasukete Bakemono!
Mimiko and Nanako would run toward Sayuri with chittering giggles, imprisoning her within tight embraces where they would adhere like leeches to her sides, '' Happy birthday!! We brought you a giant cake, a lot of usagi plushies and-- ! '' Until from afar, they were disrupted by more masculine voice and claps of hands: ' come on, girls, she just came in let her breathe for a bit too. ' And to that they would reply: ' haaaaaai! ~ ' While this was happening, Geto himself was engaging in some suspicious activity. The reason for screaming personnel was now crystal clear for there was a dragon nesting in the gardens of the clan and pulling together with the cultist on the string attached to some huge birthday box they tried to carefully position on the table; because why not start with cake.
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'' Whoops, looks like we messed up timing, you're back earlier than we expected, Happy birthday, Sayuri-chan! "
           𝑾𝙝𝒂𝙩 𝙞𝒔 𝒕𝙝𝒊𝙨? The sudden tranquility is erupted, the black dog growls && barks as the constant shrieking is heard. Though, it does not hold malice only annoyance, her lips curl into a quirk as she tries to understand. “Okami, obey” she beckons him as the canine kneels, growling that still rings within the air. What has happened since she set foot to handle each client? Flowers that were bundled in her arms, other Geiko’s who congratulate the Kobayashi heiress, wishing to garner their own blessing in the guise of benevolence. As she blinks, the sudden appearance of both young girls causes her to understand the weight of such mayhem, she should have known. “Oh my, you two wish to spoil me? Your presence is enough for such a wondrous day” the hem of her blackened kimono is held within her grasp, no time to remove even the shawl delicately entwined around her arms as she is held firm.
          The attendants rush by in a flurry, her calm demeanor breaks the panic, “Bring them tea && see to it our guest are treated properly, don’t worry, everything will remain well” the look of shock is quickly dismissed, she hadn’t the time to listen to arguing or the ramblings of how their sanctum was pierced. If anything, it caused her bow to raise as venomous eyes softened, “Girls, since it’s my birthday - no secrets! Now, tell me, what is the commotion? Okami is in a frenzy, I’m surprised he hasn't shown his human face yet” there it was. Holding back the laughter starting to gather in her stomach, it was interrupted by the sight of the massive dragon among the wisteria tree (the prying eyes of various figures carefully watching).
     Just as she was released, her shoulders dropped as she pressed her fingertips to the bridge of her nose, “I should have known! How dare you use these two for the fake lull of security, this is why they are far more charming” the faux anger was without bite, her tongue that held no sharpness only that of mirth could not help but to echo the remnants of what her beating her wished for. Quickly, without thought a gentle kiss on the forehead was exchanged to both Mimiko && Nanako, “Cake is always delightful but I must admit this spectacle makes for an exciting day” then, her attention turned.
         With arms crossed, the elegance of her stature was shattered as she reached forth to gently grasp the tip of his nose, “Troublemaker! This is the oldest wisteria tree we have, the heart of our grand garden, it holds our secrets - alas, you should have checked my schedule one of our dearest clients decided to reschedule that is why I am here” crimson lips that outstretched as her hands clasped together, somehow, it was far more pleasant than adhering to polite customs. Mischievous && carefree, she could feel each palpitation within her chest drumming against her ribcage. “Regardless, I am thankful for all three of you, but…!” clasping her hands together, the small bounce within her step came from excitement, radiant in her moon-like image as she chirped.
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      “Cake is better shared with beloved company, even if one of our guest tends to be too naughty for his own good. Let’s celebrate together, I doubt this birthday will ever be forgotten”   
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princey-talks · 1 year ago
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Being the big scary dog fully devoted to my little puppy's every want and need>>>>
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decembermoonskz · 2 years ago
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me after p9-12…
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galaghiel · 2 years ago
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Of course i gave my chocolate to Emiya and received one from Serenity hehehehe
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yuriyuruandyuraart · 2 years ago
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AFTERMARE WEEK: day 3- light and heavy
a wedding ring; usually made of gold, platinum, or silver. it's given by one partner to the other as a symbol of commitment
such a small and deceptively light object should not be very heavy, but that does not prevent it from holding the crushing weight it's promise implies.
aftermare week is hosted by @bluepallilworld
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sh1-n0bu · 1 year ago
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I’d like to order some nsfw genshin impact SAGAU stuff:
More specifically, its when the Creator uses a vessel different from Wanderer, their main, and he gets jealous all the time.
So, when they descend on teyvat, one of the first things they do is fuck the jealousy out of him so badly he cant speak. (Yes its overstimulation because MAN…)
♡︎ 𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙙 ♡︎
characters: sub!AFAB!wanderer (or scaramouche) x nb!dom!reader
warnings: overstimulation, dacryphillia, jealousy, oral fixation, squirting, fingering, slight cult-ish and religious undertones
notes: hhhh my first sagau smut
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kabukimono adored the creator.
how could he not? he was just a mere creation and a vessel of the god of all gods.
the first to tell the poor, discarded puppet of you was niwa. when seeing how everyone in tatarasuna worshipped a being called divine creator, the poor puppet couldn’t help his own curiosity and ask. in response, niwa patiently explained to him how there was once an ancient being. a god of all gods. one who even reigned over the archons, celestia itself. one who created teyvat, blessed it with life and in their weakened state, went to an eternal rest.
kabukimono adored the creator with the hollow remains of where his heart is meant to be. an empty shell filling with fuzzy feelings, smile spreading on his face whenever he goes to pray at your shrine, offerings of small yet precious things left in your altar. he only hoped it would please your soul.
kunikuzushi has secret reverence and respect for the creator.
you took away his friend, his home, his family and yet he still hopes for your guidance. carrying hope in the shape of a small wooden carving that he made, which he clutches closely to his chest.
during restless nights and moments when he feels himself slipping, losing hope, losing sight of loving you — he clutches the wooden carving to his chest. tight, tight to the point it leaves a dent in his pale hand and whispers into it. how he wishes to be in your care. how he hopes that you didn’t abandon him. how he hopes that your loving arms would hold him one day. how you are the only source of life he has.
how all the blood he shed was meant for you. a sacrifice for you. to appease you. to bring you back to teyvat. to see you in flesh.
kunikuzushi has secret reverence and respect for the creator.
scaramouche despises the creator.
you left him. when his own mother betrayed him and left him alone, he was lucky to be found by nagamasa. he was lucky that niwa was kind enough to let him stay at tatarasuna. how you were so cruel that even after all the metal and iron, gold and silver he molded and modeled to make tiny offerings to your altar. how you were twisted to give him small slivers of hopes in the form of niwa and the sick child, yet to take them away.
he hates you. despises you. loathes you. every little altar he sees, he hopes to destroy it. every statue of you he glimpses at, he uses his delusion to shock the old and eroded stone until it breaks and crumbles. oh, how badly he wished to do the same to you.
the sixth of the eleven fatui harbingers won’t even hesitate for a split second to spit on your name even in the presence of the tsaritsa. childe always looks down on him whenever he does. the ginger’s hands twitching, delusion and vision mixing up together as he tries his best to hold himself back from jumping on the short arrogant puppet.
and yet despite it all… scaramouche still clutches the small wooden carving of you. holding it close to his chest as he secretly whispers in his mind how much he wishes to please you. the puppet only hopes all the bodies he piled up would satisfy you, even just a little bit.
wanderer loves you dearly.
he has been wrong this whole time. you were never twisted, never sick in the head nor heart, never wishing to manipulate him, never wishing harm or pain upon anything. you were gentle. loving. every life form you passed by would swoon and sway, hoping to touch you. even touching your clothes or robes would be enough.
when be first got his vision, he heard your voice in his head. it was the same loving warmth that enveloped the traveler. it was warm, gentle, loving but still not fully there. when he protected the traveler and the floating thing, he could hear you cheer for him. for him.
but when an array of shooting stars engulfed the fake skies, wanderer looks up as always. blue ones, purple ones and then he felt it. a certain pull in his chest. like how red strings of fate tugs on your pinky in all those fairytales.
and he follows.
running, running, running — until he eventually reaches an odd place. a clear sky, one that looked real and one that cradled him in a gentle warmth.
“yeeesss!! you’re finally home! welcome home, wanderer!” a voice rings in his head loud and clear. excitement, happiness, elation, joy, pride — all sorts of emotions bubble in him, ready to burst out. but instead it fell down in the form of a tear. a happy tear.
it was you. it was the creator. the all-knowing, all-loving one. and you wanted him! him of all people! and you were happy that you had him!
yet wanderer doesn’t get it.
if you loved him so much, wanted him, pre-farmed for him as you said and even got his signature weapon, why were you using someone else? why use that cocky cryo user from mondstadt? why use his brother who is equally cocky but knows how to keep it hidden? why use that annoying old archon who flaunts that he is your oldest and most devout follower? or even the yashirou commissioner!
was he not enough? was he not strong enough? did you needed to “farm” for his talent materials? if so, no need! he already went ahead and got them for you when you logged out! everything to make him the perfect dps as you called is all there and ready!
strange.
why was your other characters are all either dead or on 1hp when you log in? only wanderer is there — your main — in full hp. standing proud and cocky with the same grin.
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it’s tough to be a god.
no seriously. all jokes and that damn catchy song aside, it was indeed tough to be a god. especially when all these powerful people who can literally control elements and even gods themselves were worshipping you. how can you be a god of all gods?
well, you found out the answer to that question on one of your earlier days when you got a little bit too curious. all in the form of an ichor bleeding out of your palm that you sliced. and perhaps a bit pressured too. after all, being put on a pedestal for everyone to see and worship and grovel to is hard to deal with. especially when you were suddenly thrown into a world that you thought was only fictional!
but there was also something else that was incredibly, unbelievably, astoundingly hard to deal with was your main. the puppet who was abandoned. the short, sarcastic asshole. but never towards you! he would hate to make you even slightest bit sad or angry.
and yet he does it anyways.
going out of his way to stalk down some poor merchant you like buying things from to buy most of their stock so you won’t visit the merchant’s shop again. picking fights with your acolytes when you show the slightest hint of favoritism. hell, he almost killed childe. but of course, the battle lusted ginger loved the thrill and had asked for more future fights.
which all led to here. him getting his well deserved punishment.
poor wanderer thinking he was all too slick. how he was doing everything behind your back so you wouldn’t know anything. how you would stay innocent to his actions while he goes and picks another fight. but you noticed. every single jealousy inflicted actions wanderer had pulled and orchestrated, you knew.
anyone could walk in right now and see what was happening. anyone of your pathetic other acolytes could walk in and see how good you were fucking him. fingers knuckles deep into his cunt, fucking him so good, so deep.
and dear stars and you, wanderer wanted that. he wanted those pathetic worshippers to see how you favored him above them.
wanderer had lost his sense of self and mind long time ago. the moment you wrapped your hand around his throat to manhandle his tiny body to sit on your lap, his mind was gone. a blank sheet of paper.
the puppet doesn’t remember how many orgasms you’ve wrung out of him but he loved it. he wanted it. he wanted more. he wanted your fingers to fuck him open.
in his hazy mind, lust ridden babbles and overstimulated body, he can feel it. how your other hand is keeping his labia spread open. how you apply pressure around his cunt. how your fingers are squelching into him, creating a filthy wet shlick! shlick! noises.
how your hand keeping his labia open goes to tug on his clit. pinching the bud of muscle as he writhes and screams in your lap. squirting over your fingers again like a common brothel whore. and he loved it. by the stars above, he loved it.
because deep in his most depraved part of mind, wanderer knew that he was a whore. your whore. your common brothel cheap whore. your whore who would spread open his legs for you if you asked for it. who would eagerly finger himself so he can provide you with some sort of entertainment. who would take your hand and guide it inside his shorts, not even bothering to wear undergarments, so he can give you easier access.
he doesn’t remember. doesn’t want to remember how many times he came. when you place him on your own throne, legs propped on both sides on the armrest, his wet, slick covered pussy and hardened sensitive clit for the world to see, all he can think about is how good it feels.
when you get down on your knees in front of him, it feels like a sacrilege. shouldn’t it be him who’s on his knees in front of you, trying and hoping to please you?
yet all of his thoughts fly out the window when your fingers stretch his sensitive pussy open again. fingers hooked on the inside slightly, just enough to open up his inner labia and for you to admire his gaping hole. waiting eagerly for you to claim it once again.
“your gra—aanhg!! grace! grace! your grace!! f-feelsh good. feelsh good feelsh goodfeelsgoodgoodgood ghk—! aammh!♥︎“ the jealous puppet whines and babbles on, your title falling over his lips over and over like a mantra as he drools. mind long gone, sanity on the thin line between delirium and lucidity. struggling to comprehend just what is happening.
he feels your mouth on him. tongue lapping at his juice greedily like an insatiable animal while he struggles to keep his legs open. hand twitching, hesitating for a moment before he grips onto your hair tightly — his only anchor. he can feel everything too greatly.
body sensitive, pushed over the boundaries of his virgin state. he could feel how you suck on his sensitive clit, forcing him to squirt into your mouth.
if this was how you would treat him to stop his jealousy induced rampages, maybe wanderer should do it more often.
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coralinnii · 1 year ago
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congratulations on the 2.7k followers 🎉🎉 you really deserve it^^ you're writing is just so good and amazing i'm so happy more people recognise your talent <3 (also i really like the fact that you opened your requests for 27h it's really a fun way to remember that you got 2.7k followers hhhh)
So i'd like to request, if it's alright with you, yuu staying at crewel's or train's place during the holidays and the messages they exchange with (riddle, ruggie, vil, epel) , just yuu having a long distance relationship with the boys if it makes sense!! you can make it platonic or romantic, I don't mind either as long as you have fun writing it ^-^
thank you in advance and again congratulations, i'm really happy for you! have a nice day <3
❋ It Doesn’t Matter Where I Am, I’m Yours ❋
↳ long-distance relationship with him over the holidays
feat: Riddle ⭑ Ruggie ⭑ Vil ⭑ Epel
genre: fluffy romance
note: no pronouns used with the reader, established relationships, reader is implied to be Yuu since Grim comes with them, reader is staying with Crewel in Riddle and Ruggie’s ver. and with Trein in Vil and Epel’s ver., nicknames are used as terms of endearment (rose and my love in Riddle’s ver., sweet lil thing in Ruggie’s ver., sweet potato in Vil’s ver.,)
How did I choose who reader stays with? With a coin flip and it somehow worked out this way :p Hope you enjoy it!
2.7K Followers Writing Event
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Riddle’s mother insisted he returned home and Professor Crewel offered demanded that you stay with him over the holidays after finding out that the cafeteria ghosts would be gone throughout the break.
If you two were still new into the relationship, Riddle was anxious over this separation, he's gotten used to the routine of seeing you every day and he can't imagine a day without you, let alone a month. The sweet redhead insisted you keep in contact with him every day, no matter what.
He knew that his mother would set him a schedule filled to the minute with studies and magic practice but he managed to convince her to give him 30 minutes with his phone, in the guise of keeping updated with his dormmates as the Housewarden. He may even try to wake up a little earlier just to text you good morning
teenage rebellion?
But Riddle is not the most familiar with texting slang and lingo, being the type to write out every message with proper grammar, spelling, and explanation points.
At first, he sounded like, albeit sweet, a daily weather update. Riddle once read in a book that a good conversation starter is “Nice weather we have” and just went with it.
As the days went by, Riddle has gotten more comfortable and soon the 30 minutes doesn’t seem enough for him. He wants to tell you more about his hometown (even if he couldn’t leave his home), mention how Trey and Chenya would occasionally sneak a visit, even little tidbits of something he learned from his studies you might find interesting, anything to spend time with you.
If you send him random videos you found online, Riddle would be so confused and won’t understand the humour of it but will text you it was funny just to make you happy (this precious confused child).
Whenever Riddle unintentionally texts you something sweet, Crewel gives you an exasperated look your way as your joyous gushing would startle the puppies.
But Crewel sighs with a little smile on his lips and let you be, better Riddle than those trouble-making Heartslabyul duo. At least with Grim, his trained dogs can keep him in check while the two of you are here.
Riddle is incredibly happy to be able to speak with you everyday but secretly he’s mentally counting the days when he could see you again at school.
His messages
“Good morning, Rose. Today is forecasted to be windy where you are. Be sure to stay warm”
“The cat is adorable. However, I do not understand what is a “blep”.”
“Grim was reprimanded by Crewel and his dogs for trying to steal extra snacks? Perhaps Heartslabyul should adopt a few as well”
“It’s already 2 minutes before I must get ready for sleep? It’s unfortunate but I must go for today. Good night, my love. I will greet you first thing in the morning”
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Ruggie was surprised that you were going to stay with Professor Crewel this holiday break but he was going to be busy with seasonal part-time jobs anyway so he wasn’t planning on visiting you (Crewel would’ve sent his dogs on him if he did, anyway).
Due to his irregular work schedules, you couldn’t predict when Ruggie would text you. Different part-time jobs would give him different break times so you and Grim could be helping Crewel to feed his puppies and suddenly you had to hide the cute text your boyfriend sent you from a suspicious Crewel.
“Pup, who was that?”
“Just Ruggie…don’t look, it’s embarrassing!”
Ruggie may even write over-the-top lovey-dovey messages to you, partly to annoy Crewel, but mostly because he does mean them
But sometimes Ruggie would get too tuckered out to text you and would apologize for not replying as soon as he could the next day.
It’s understandable, though. Which is why you tried to text more to lift his spirits, so that everytime he opens up his messages, he reads your little motivational messages.
“Don’t forget to eat lots, my hardworking hyena! I’m so proud of you <3”
Ruggie’s coworkers won’t get a single explanation to Ruggie’s sudden burst of energy in the second half of the day, nor his wagging tail. But they can guess that is something to do with you, judging by the goofy smile the hyena beastman has on throughout his shift.
His grandmother is very aware of your presence in Ruggie’s life, not that he’s very subtle. She sees the way Ruggie gets a toothy grin so early in the morning just by looking at his phone, or the way his ears perk up when his phone vibrates.
His messages
“Mornin’, sweet lil thing. How’s life with Mr. Tall, Dark, and Grumpy? Shyehehe, wouldn’t be surprised if he gave ya some homework while ya there”
“Grandma made some of her famous donuts. When we come back, I’ll make some for ya so look forward it”
“The kids are badgering me to show ‘em the pic of ya. Even Grandma is curious! She wanna know who’s been making me so happy so…do ya mind?”
“It’s weird. Even with my work and the kids, I still feel kinda bored. I wanna see ya soon. I can’t believe that I might want school to actually open sooner”
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Holidays would be a busy time for Vil. Even if he specified that he’s prioritizing his studies, he would occasionally agree to a gig or two, just to ensure he stays relevant in the business.
Funnily enough, Professor Trein offered to house you during the holidays since his wife heard that you were spending the holidays all alone in your depreciated dorm (what’s the difference with any other day, though?) and wouldn’t let that be. Both Trein and Vil live in the Shaftlands but it was still miles away from each other and with Vil’s busy life, you couldn’t really see each other over the break.
Cautious of his situation, Vil is careful with when and where he is when he’s messaging. It’s not that his agency would ever let anybody with ill intentions come close to him, but he doesn’t want to drag into this world where social vultures could harm you.
Vil’s texts are professional but always sweet and filled with concern for you. Asking you how was your day, if you have eaten yet, and if you remembered to take care of yourself (then reprimand you if you did forget).
In the comfort of his home, Vil would video call you as he does his skincare routine, content with listening to you as you tell him about your day and talking about the most random things, because you look so beautiful to him when you do.
If you gush about how amazing the Shaftlands was as Trein and his wife showed you and Grim around, Vil would entertain the thought of showing you around his hometown with you. Just the two of you.
One day, Vil’s father was passing by as the two of you were on your video calls which is when Vil finally introduces you to his father. The older man is pleased to finally meet the one who’s making his son so happy and even excited to return to school. Vil chose not to comment on this.
His messages
“It may not be as cold there as it is here, but be sure to put on your moisturizer. Just because I’m not there to take care of you doesn’t mean you have a day off, sweet potato”
“Oh, you saw my interview this afternoon? Well of course, I was nothing short of pure elegance. But thank you, my dear. I truly appreciate your kind words. Hmm? Of course, I will tell you my next appearance”
“Sweet potato, your eyes seem tired today. Are you alright? You stayed up watching movies? Good grief, I told you how bad that was…you were watching my early works? …That is no excuse, we can watch them together when we return to college”
“Professor Trein told you and Grim that you could visit my town sometime next week? Hmm, I will discuss with my agent and I will show you around myself. Hmm? No, it’s no trouble. What inconsiderate man would think a date with his beloved would be trouble. I will see you soon”
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Epel was surprised that you were actually going to be closer than he realized when you told him that you were staying with Professor Trein and his family over the break.
However, Trein’s town still isn’t exactly close and Epel was going to help out his family on the farm throughout the break anyway so the two of you couldn’t meet up as much as you really wanted to.
Texting while he was working outside wasn’t easy with the gloves Epel had to deal with so he opted with taking pictures, voice messages, and video calls whenever he could. He sends you pictures of some of the newly harvested apples and raves over the great harvest this year, which you found absolutely adorable (but you kept that to yourself).
He tried his very best to be sneaky about his calls to you though, because the townspeople would tease him and gush about young love whenever they catch him sending messages on the job.
“Look at my lil’ apple. All grown up an’ smitten”
“Grandma!”
It wasn’t any less embarrassing on your end as Trein’s daughters were also staying during the holidays and quickly caught you on your phone leaving cute messages for Epel. They’ve taken up the older sister role and lovingly grill you over your relationship.
“Does he give you flowers or chocolates? No? Hmph, how disappointing”
“He may be a hard worker, but if he isn’t a gentleman, he’s not husband material!”
The sisters were only a little bit impressed when after you jokingly told Epel about that embarrassing conversation, there was a crate of genuine Harveston apple juice. Atop of the crate, there was a note formally wishing the Trein family well and thanking them for taking care of you.
Epel may have wanted to prove to you he can be a man, but now he also wants to prove he’s a gentleman…and also husband material.
His messages
“Is it cold where ya are? Be sure to get real cozy and warm. Huh, Grim’s been complaining? Haha, Shaftlands chills ain’t no joke”
“The town’s real happy about the harvest this season. Gonna be another year of delicious foods this time around. I really wanna share with ya when we get back to school”
“Do you like the apple juice I sent ya? It’s made with the apples I picked myself, you know. Gotta only be the best for ya afterall”
“Grandma has been naggin’ to bring ya over to visit. To be honest…I want that too. I miss ya a lot”
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killuaisaprincess · 8 months ago
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chivalry
“Here. Let me kiss it better, Your Highness.”
Gon takes his small, delicate hand gently and brings it up to his lips, placing a chaste kiss on the red spot.
He lowers it carefully, and Killua pulls it back, shyly holding it to his chest, blushing.
He bites on his lower lip, just enough…
“K-Kiss me here too…”
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other-floret-friend · 2 months ago
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You can’t tell us you “[leaked] all over a domestication contract while rutting one of [your] plushies” and just leave it at that. Give us deets, princess! :3
Hhhh.... o-okay, but, i-it's embarrassing, and I might get all f-flustered and, um... l-leaky... while explaining...
M-Mistress was messing with my head with all her pretty teasing and her lovely little words and I got super needy all over again... s-so I asked my plushiefriend (miss shork!) if i was allowed... to rut into her... and she said yes!!! And then, um, Mistress started teasing me about all my Notices, and she was talking about how I was such a slutty and desperate little pet after rutting twice in a day and I was getting all brainhazed... and she kept going,,, talking about how I'd be such a pretty nectarcow leaking and oozing,,, and how I'd be super soft and chubby and leaky and precious,,, and about how I'd be such a good little princess with no inhibitions who just needs to be a good useful girl for her subjects....
And then, um, she sent some class-A's into my compiler,,, and a collar, and even the floret domestication forms, and she told me that if I leak onto the forms, it technically counted as a signature!! So I put the collar on because I was really curious and took the A's and I was getting needier and needier... until I ended up rutting Miss Shork on top of the forms just to make sure I leaked all of my independence away all while she teased me about being a pretty free-use pet to be teased and played with and to be a pathetic pervgirl who says hello by t-throbbing at other f-florts in a constant state of heat-rut,,,,,,,
...I-I think I might have been d-dosed with some class-D's...
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koroart · 7 months ago
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You ever think about what would happen if your Lambert meet Canon Dimitri in Azure moon, seeing what happens during the post time skip?
You have no idea of the beast you just unleashed, my friend.
I though about this scenario SO MUCH -- Like, how it would happen idk, maybe some weird kinda magic that transported Lambert himself to an alternate timeline ( in this case the canon timeline ) and him meeting Dimitri just --- HHHH ( under read more because I'm insane for this )
He would instantly know that's his boy -- because what parent wouldn't recognize their own child? And he feels his heart hurting for him because, he can see how haunted his boy is, how the guilt he felt weights heavy on his mind.
And Dimitri, and it's either Feral!Dimitri or Post-Gronder Dimitri, take your pick - tired and thinking it's Lambert’s phantom, just pleading at him to leave him be. And when he realizes Lambert is more solid and isn't screaming at him for blood and vengeance, Dimitri will probably lash out just "NO, YOU'RE NOT REAL!!!" Maybe even actively tries to harm Lambert, calling him an imposter, maybe thinking he's an Imperial soldier trying to get the hit on him. Enraged and saying how DARE YOU IMPERSONATE MY FATHER!!
But Lambert would never dare raise a hand to his child, but he does stop Dimitri from attacking him, trying to help him calm down and realize that he is real, that he's here.
When Dimitri is calm enough, Lambert would just reach up and cup his face, tilting his head up so that he may look into his eyes, or eye in this case - eyes that once shined so brightly with hope and childlike wonder. Dimitri would look into Lambert’s, he does not see pity in those blue eyes so much like his own, he sees worry and love -- and for a moment, the cries in his head are silent as his rage subsides and the realization that his father is here sinks in.
Lambert would smooth back Dimitri's hair, like he used to when Dimitri was just a child, comforting and warm -- and say with such sadness and love in his deep voice--
" What has happened to you, my Sun and Stars?"
That's Dimitri's breaking point. The cry that escapes him is reminiscent of that of a wounded animal, and he all but falls into his father's arms. Suddenly he's a boy again, he's that 13 year old boy who watched his father die in front of him and there was nothing he could have done to save him. He's no longer the man who was out for revenge for the dead or the battle weary prince. He's just a boy again, a boy who missed his father.
The air is filled with Dimitri's anguished howls, and he's clinging to Lambert like his life depended on it. Lambert just holds him back, just as tightly, his own eyes filled with tears as he listened to his son's wailing. The goddess herself can not make him let go of his only and most precious son.
Dimitri probably cries for a long time, not that Lambert would mind, he'd hold him forever if he has to.
I think eventually they would talk, and Lambert, I feel, would speak some sense to Dimitri -- he doesn't want his son to tread down this path any further than he has to. He has no obligation to the dead -- because they're dead and that Dimitri needed to live for himself and their people. It's a realization that Lambert’s himself finally began to grasp too. Dimitri would give one of those soft and sobbing laughs, saying how Rodrigue had said the same thing before he died ( Lambert’s heart breaks at that news...he thinks of his Rodrigue back in his own timeline, who's alive and well and probably worried sick )
Lambert probably blames himself a lot for the mindset Dimitri had developed-- because he too believed that he was a tool for the Kingdom, that his life was not his own because of his position as King ( mentioned in Dimitri’s supports with Gilbert/Gustave! ) and he probably would apologize so much to Dimitri.
Apologizes for being that bad example and for leaving him behind in this timeline, at least.
Dimitri would probably say that he should have done more to save Lambert and everyone and Lambert is the one to get into his head -- " You were just a boy, Mitya -- what could you have done?" Dimitri probably cries some more because god knows he needs a good cry.
They probably talk for a long time, sitting down in the empty and broken cathedral and Dimitri is holding Lambert’s hand tightly, unable to even bear an inch away from his father-- he needs that reminder that he's real and here. How long he's not sure, but part of Dimitri prays that it's forever.
And idk, maybe Lambert helps out a bit in the war effort ( after everyone gets over the fact that the former King of Faerghus is HERE?? WHAT THE FUCK?? They're all just looking at Dimitri like??? And Dimitri is just i dont fucking know either but im not complaining ) Lambert has to return to his timeline, how idk maybe he was just on a small time limit and sadly he and this Dimitri would have to part ways.
Dimitri, despite knowing this, shakingly pleads for his father to stay -- not to leave him alone again and that he missed him so much. Holding onto his father's hands tightly, even as he can feel Lambert fading away --
Lambert would smile at his son, warm and fatherly, just as Dimitri remembers and they hug again. Lambert telling Dimitri that he's sorry for leaving again and that he wished he could have been a better father for him in this time -- Dimitri saying that's not true and that he should have been a better son.
And Lambert just -- *sobs* just holds Dimitri's face in his hands again and tells him, with so much love and warmth " You are more than I could have ever hoped for-- You, Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, are my pride and joy. You are a leader, a hero, a king for our people. You embody every ideal we strive for...what more could a father ever ask for?"
He would kiss Dimitri's forehead and wipe away his tears, " My time with you was the greatest gift our Goddess could bestow upon me. I will always cherish you, Dimitri, cherish you beyond imagining." ( everyone in the bg is probably crying or trying not to, I know I'd be sobbing my eyes out )
Dimitri is crying but he's smiling, even as he can feel his father's visage fading and even as Lambert fades -- he still says to Dimitri--
"Now go forth from here and use your wisdom and your strength for our people, for the world. Be brave, loving, and compassionate - be the King you and I both know you are." Lambert chuckles for a moment, bright and maybe even a little mischievous, " And have a little fun while you're at it~"
Dimitri, with a shaky and tearful smile says. " I love you, Father...I love you so much!"
" And I love you, Dimitri. I will always love you..."
With a final smile, Lambert would fade from the canon timeline and return to his own.
Where, after telling everyone he is okay and all ( and making sure to give Rodrigue a big fat smooch) , he will find his Dimitri and hold his son close. He never wants to see the light fade away from his son's eyes, and he will do all be can to be a better example and live for both himself, his son, and his people.
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