#nobu writes

[chemicalstarseverywhere]

you know what, who told me going to sleep was easy. THIS IS SO HARD...

[wannabemasterofwindintraining]

Halos lore V2 now featuring ocs + others

Added 2 more jobs (shoutout to cable-salamder) n tried giving them all cool titles can't think of a cool title for writers tho

Also star watchers r the cool name i decided for the baby sitters lol they watch the stars n take care of any babies born from them ehehehe

For the archwriters or whatever i decide to name them i thought that maybe 2 halos is a bit overkill so they get one halo the back halo one no overhead halo for them

Last 2 archwhatevers yet to be decided someone make an oc for that if u want

[fadefromthelight]

hold your breath

Nobuhiko just stares down at him with that look Wataru's come to associate with him trying to solve a difficult problem. "What do you want?" Wataru asks, barely above a whisper.

"You're going racing, right?" Nobuhiko's voice is low, just as aware of their parents in the next room as Wataru is. "Take me with you."

Read on: Ao3

[300iqprower]

The Kings Demon and Lostbelt

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//Lostbelt Depth……..500-600 Years. Rank: E- //Lostbelt Resemblance……..ERROR!!!ERROR!!!ERROR!!! Disparity value inconclusive. *Connection Lost* ... ... ... [20XX, Somewhere in Central Asia]

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[Neo Kiyosu Palace]

As Ritsuka silently wandered the halls of her new and unfamiliar quarters, she eventually found herself completely lost in the upper ward of the palace. She’d tried to go back to bed already, and failed multiple times; something was off. She felt a tension in the air, as if she was still under that single mystic eye’s gaze…or that of the Avenger themselves. 

So she got up, and began to explore, well past where she knew she was meant to. For whatever reason, she found herself moving further up the palace, as if her mind was shielded from a sensation that every part of body screamed was about to become an overwhelming threat - a threat that no god or devil could save you from. 

Finally, just as Ritsuka began to wonder if this was all simply another nightmare, her breath caught in her throat as a familiar voice cut through the night from just a room away. The crackle of embers registered soon after as her senses were sharpened by adrenaline. Without a noise, Ritsuka began observing the room - a chamber of some sort filled with vaguely familiar artifacts, lit only by what little moonlight entered and the glowing outline of Maou’s eternally burning cape.

The demon king in question continued speaking to someone.

“You still haven’t answered my question. Why did you run in fear when I first approached?”

“...”

Silence was a response Nobunaga never imagined she’d receive from their own kin. All their life people had things to say about them. The detractors never ceased in their slander and objections to the Fool’s latest antics, the sycophants never ceased in their vain attempts to curry favor with their latest horse to bet on, and on the other side the Demon King’s own betrayers were always waiting with their latest excuses. Silence was rare for a warlord. Silence was the response reserved for those whose heads held thoughts worth holding onto….and so, it was a response they always thought unfamiliar to their brother, whose shortsightedness was always his worst, but in the most fateful moments his best, attribute.

But all such thoughts were as useless in a Lostbelt as contemplating the could and should haves, she supposed. 

“...For one who wears most of my brother’s disappointing face, your actions bear little resemblance to the Nobukatsu of my world.”

The alleged Lostbelt King flinched - an act that brought a hint of a nostalgic smile to the Demon King’s face.

“Ah, there it is. That timidity is something I’m much more familiar with.” The smile disappeared just as quickly as Nobunaga spoke in a tone that even the eavesdropping Master rarely heard from them. “My brother was many things. Timid, naive, foolish, manipulable, even spineless…but he was never once a coward.”

Nobunaga planted their sheathe to the ground in a familiar pose - one that only such a fool as they described would mistake for ease. 

And it was a mistake this new, one-eyed Nobukatsu clearly did not make, as his porcelain, almost sickly face paled even further in the moonlight. Even now, neither the outworld Master nor her Servant knew if they should believe his claims to Kingship; it was hard to imagine, seeing a boy so close in so many ways to the one they knew from their world claim to be this Lostbelt’s King.

But then he spoke, and as he had before, he spoke regularly with a conviction known to the boy of their world but once in his lifetime. 

“The reason I ran when we first met was not because I was afraid of you.”

Nobunaga did not react, but they didn’t need to. Their doubt was implied from the start - it was the same doubt she always held when addressing her sibling, ever present in this world as it was the last. However, where the Nobukatsu they knew would protest and lose composure instantly, this one simply smiled a nostalgic smile of his own to mirror the Demon King’s, as if the very situation they were in was an act of comfort to him. 

…And yet all the while, Ritsuka felt the same overwhelming sensation of dread in her stomach as the boy spoke again, more assertively this time.

“Please don’t think that for even a moment; I could never, in this life or any other, be afraid of you, sister!” There. That word. That exclamation.

Ritsuka knew it by heart. The way Nobukatsu had said it at that moment was the most familiar thing in this world to the Chaldean. 

“The joy your presence brings me….words could never do it justice. I gave up so long ago trying to find a way to see you take form again. No power, be it magical or technological, seemed able to bring something back from beyond the pale unscathed, and even were it capable, I could never risk losing you a second time…”

The coals between the two glowed faintly, and Nobukatsu’s uncovered eye stared into the pit intently as Nobunaga remained silent, as if judging every word to come from the boy before them. 

“Seeing you again, I was beside myself for the first time in centuries. I could barely think; I was so filled with an irrational joy at the opportunities and dread at the possibilities I could not sleep until we met a second time, and I could speak to you as a guest rather than the intruder I stupidly mistook you chaldeans for.”

There was a single, extremely weak chuckle. “E…Even now, I don’t know what to do with myself. I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what you would want me to say. I don’t know what I’m meant to do, or what any of this could even mean for us…”

Guilt tore through Ritsuka at the Lostbelt King’s words, and she was forcibly reminded of the very reason she could not sleep in the first place….here, in the hospitality of this world she was there to eradicate. 

No such expressions or betrayals of emotion flickered across Nobunaga’s face, however. The warlord knew their brother in this or any other world. They knew this was nothing but a preface to confession. 

“…But…Yes. I still haven’t answered your question, have I?” He looked up with a small smile of innocence. “Why I ran away-"

FWOOSH

Just like that, the tension inaudibly yet tangibly snapped, and the chill of death itself spread through the entire floor of the palace and likely beyond, as the sensation drove Ritsuka to nausea and she would surely have outed herself as she collapsed, were it not for the various clatters of the drapes and cracking of window glass echoing over the floorboards beneath her. 

And from her unmoving stance, the Warlord looked down with something in their eyes the fading Ritsuka knew was novel to them  - a mixture of wrath, uncertainty, and above all else, concern. “Brother, I will not repeat my question, nor will I restate my intent, for I could not possibly make clearer the deathly seriousness with which it was first presented. So answer me before I question why I should indulge you at all.”

Complete silence fell over the palace. No curtains billowing, no embers crackling, not even a breath from any of the three there that night.

Until slowly, the King spoke.

“....when I saw you, I was afraid, sister. And I… I still am. It wasn’t the shock of seeing you again that sent me running, nor the company you now keep, nor even the thought of you as an enemy.” Another weak and fleeting smile. “I know there is never a cause you could pledge yourself to that wasn’t more just and true than any other.”

The boy’s head fell, finally breaking away from his idol’s gaze as shadows fell across his face.

“...What put that fear in me….what terrifies me to my core, is that I felt fear at all - that I was uncertain from the start. I’m afraid because I would never fail to recognize you - whether this history or your own, I would never forget that smile.”

The king’s head bowed forward, a hand to his face as his voice cracked.

“So…please…if you’re my dear sister, from so long ago, please tell me…

…w-why…”

Drip

There was a drop. And then another. Each accompanied by the sound of evaporation against the coals of the room’s fire pit.

“……Why is it you look nothing like what I remember…?!”

[kisumitenderly]

Excedrin, chicken tendies, and a Coke for the win

I’m back baby 

[nobuverse]

@chopperpirate said: "You..." Eyes full of hatred glared upon the heroic spirit. "Of all the thousands of comrades and the tens of thousands of enemies, you alone... obscured the vision of my dream."

Oh? How irritating.

Her head tilts, eyes narrowing in annoyance.

Nobunaga had suffered various barrages of insults in her mortal life, the result of building a nation with such infamy. There was no shortage of rumors about this self-proclaimed demon king. The amount of things this creature could be referring to, whatever horror story he'd been fed about her reign - she didn't know if she had the patience to decipher it.

"What dream could that be? I can remember doing no such thing."

She gives a kick of her foot as she sits cross-legged, rather unphased by the accusation.

"You clearly know who I am - but you've not given me the same honor. Maybe a name might refresh my memory?"

Though her behavior is condescending, she's not reached the level where she'd throw insults. After all, she's being addressed as far more than just a drunken fool. For that reason, she is merciful.

"Enlighten me. Have I burned down a temple you loved ? Stolen your followers? Disgraced your family? Had one of your friends executed under my command? I await your answer. "

[dat-bruv-person]

oh my gAAAAHHH AINSLEY WHERE HAVE U BEEN U WERE STILL ALIVE OH GOD😭

NOBU HII <333

I JUST LOST MOTIVATION BUT SINCE IVE BEEN DOING CREATIVE WRITING IVE GOTTEN BACK INTO IT~ 😍

[writer-and-artist27]

Or, when trying to return to some emotional balance, the author tries to fit in as many GudaGuda Servants as possible in one shorter-than-usual chapter with the advent of the GudaGuda 5 rerun and the newly release GudaGuda 6 events in FGO NA as of last November.

Took some rewatching of the 2003 Teen Titans too, just to make it happen. WITH some small Pokemon speak shoved in for the mini-Nobu.

Just in time for the story's 3 year AO3 anniversary too... (Nov. 28, 2023)

The episode rewatched the most for this chapter was the aptly named "Employee of the Month", which had this kinda prologue.

AO3 link here. OST playlist here, with the new songs included.

[lockedup-mayribbon]

Just finished re-reading and I hate this book so much and I really wish for Arthur Golden to be like a typical ya romance writer because then Sayuri would have ended up with Nobu!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[chemicalstarseverywhere]

i forgot i was playing music and tsukasas voice scared me so bad

[dru-plays-starbound]

Mio's Crew: Nobu

Race: Hylotl

Gender: Male

Job Role: Mechanic

Title: Technical Officer

Previous role: Guard of Altais Colony, Lvl1 Teleporter

Competency: A decent mechanic. Able to solve and fix most issues, if given enough time. Not good under pressure. Tendency to over-promise and underdeliver; routinely underestimates the length of time for a given fix.

Personality: Ready, willing and able; People-pleaser; Afraid of failure and reprisals

Further details:

One of, if not the oldest, of Mio's current crew {photgraphic evidence datestamp: 2018.06.20, 19:20:16}.

Dislikes leaving the ship, but is adept in the field.

Likes his mask - says it makes him look "fearsome" {comment: a holdover from his guard days?}

Can often be found singing to the ship as he works, and has expressed affection for it in the past.

Outside of work hours, routines include reading in the breakout space on mid-deck, chatting with merchant Sakura and Hylotl crewmates, and eating fish fingers.

[fadefromthelight]

so loud without a sound at all

Wataru nudges Nobuhiko's side with his elbow, leaning over to peer at his plate. "Not hungry?"

Nobuhiko lifts his coffee mug and shoves the plate over to Wataru. "You can have it."

Wataru looks between the plate and Nobuhiko, a frown pulling at his lips. "Everything okay?"

"Why wouldn't it be?" Nobuhiko takes a sip of his coffee, giving Wataru a tired look. The coffee is bitter and burnt, but the caffeine is well-needed

Read on: Ao3

[300iqprower]

"Lostbelt" Maou Nobu NP Chant:

“I am the Demon King - If I am to be feared and despised, so be it. I am the liberator of humanity unto heaven. I am the one who laughs at your feeble order, and will still be laughing when it falls to itself. I am Decay. I am Retribution. I am Oda Nobunaga! If there is but one world, then it can never know my love! If there are six, they shall not forget my name! And if there are three thousand… ...not one will escape my wrath. So, should that make this world my enemy… ...then It Can’t Be Helped!"

Pāpīyas Reborn - Reveal your truest self, DEMON KING OF THE MYRIAD HEAVENS!!!

[vrachis]

holy shit….

𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔲’𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 2023!

day 31: dressed up/in costume with everyone from hsr and genshin impact

warnings: dressed up/in costume, lingerie, maid costume, slight exhibitionism, cock/strap traditions, creampie, overstimulation, degrading, praise, hair pulling, oral, fingering, belly bulge, dacryphilia, brat taming, collaring, usage of toys, master kink, size/reverse size kink, tentacles, roleplay on some, slapping, squirting, bondage — shit is messy and a lot so enjoy it my fellow hornies. i sold my soul for this

notes: some characters has been left out due to uncertainty of their ages. i included characters that i think have been canonically proven as an adult and of age!! dainty chain divider belongs to @/cafekitsune

laid over the table, spread out with the maid dress in a mess, your sweet darling couldn’t handle it further as they come into your mouth again. shaking thighs coming around your head in a vice grip, slurred words and sobs of “p-please! mashter, can’t take more…! unghhh… guhcck♡︎” coming out of their mouth as they shake their head. sweet little maid of yours, can’t even hold their arousal back.

it was such a cute dress too! reaching their knees, frilly at the ends, soft and comfortable fabric. without a panties to cover their dripping arousal as it rolls down their thighs of course. too bad your maid was so incompetent and couldn’t hold themselves back.

it didn’t help that the vibrator inside them was buzzing away at the highest setting. sitting snuggly deep inside them as they try to fulfill their new role of being your maid. it didn’t last long when the vibrator hit their sensitive spot — that one spongy spot inside them that caused them to let out an uncharacteristic squeal, dropping the cup of coffee on the carpet as their hand goes down to push the maid dress’ skirt between their legs. legs shaking, thighs rubbing together, you knew that reaction.

reaching a hand out, you pull their chin up to force them to look at you. what a cute look on their face. all flush and red, biting their lips, eyes tearing up at their own oversensitivity. unable to hold themselves back any longer, your maid clutches at the edge of the table tightly as they come into the insides of the dress with a debouched moan.

that’s what led to this. being ate out as they lay spread on your table. gods, the vibrator was still deep inside them, flush against that one spongy spot. they really can’t handle more stimulation, their poor mind would shatter and their body would break! they already were with their hands flying everywhere, trying to grasp something to stabilize themselves as tears just continue to roll down their pretty red cheeks. jaw slack open in a silent scream as they come into your eagerly awaiting mouth again.

“mAS—! masterehhh…♡︎♡︎ p-please… no moowwhree!! can’t— ♡︎♡︎ can’t!” they cry out again, slurred gibberish continuing to fall out of their drool covered lips as they squirt into your mouth. not good. you really have to teach your poor maid a lessen on discipline.

wriothesley, capitano, jean, ganyu, diluc, childe, yun jin, kazuha, sucrose, aether, xiao, layla, kaveh, kirara, furina, thoma, albedo, baizhu, charlotte, ayato, navia, blade, dan heng, himeko, luocha, sushang, gepard, bronya rand, caelus, argenti, hanya, march, natasha, topaz, tingyun

“n-no no, please wait—! t-too much, i just aaahng—! just came♡︎♡︎!!” your lover let out a squeal, kicking their legs weakly against your hips, hands smacking against your shoulders to try and slow you down just a bit so they can get their mess of a mind back in place. the large bell attached to the front of their collar jingles at each movement, your sweet pet keening as they feel the familiar warmth of your cum being fucked deeper into their insides.

it was their fault to begin with. acting so high and mighty, being bratty and even downright refusing to acknowledge your presence. so, it would only be understandable to dress them up in their appropriate clothes according to their attitude and teach them a lesson right? by clothes you meant nothing except for the cute fake cat ears atop their head and the collar around their neck with a large bell attached to the front.

so what was their problem now? it was them who started this little game with acting high and mighty in the first place to see who would show themselves to be in charge of the relationship, as they put it.

“stupid kitty. i told you to keep your voice low, didn’t i?” you hiss in anger, stopping your thrust completely with your cock sitting snug inside their warm walls. crying about it being too much and yet going ahead and daring to whine in loss at the feeling of your movements stopping. what a demanding pet you had.

with a click of your teeth, you pull out a small ball gag from the nightstand at the side before putting the gag into their mouth and fastening the buckle. they tried to say something, probably something to deny your words or the muzzle, but you make no effort to let them continue their bratty behavior.

pulling out completely, you watch quietly as the large amount of cum you fucked inside their pretty hole comes gushing out. white, transparent colored fluid dripping out of their sensitive, puffy hole, dripping down onto the bed sheets as your lover shifts and squirms on the bed. they felt so exposed under your scrutinizing gaze.

with a light smack to their thigh that got them whining, you prop their legs open further as you watch the cum seep out of their hole. how fucking delicious. slowly easing your tip back in, your gaze shifts to their facial expression. red in the face and ears, drool and tears slipping down their face and onto the pillow. they looked so pathetic as their glossy eyes try to focus on you.

“quiet kitty. learn your lesson” you remind them before thrusting the rest of the strap inside. immediately, they throw their head back, toes curling as they scream into the ball gag. ah, they came from just that too.

jing yuan, sampo, kafka, fu xuan, silver wolf, dr ratio, seele, aventurine, black swan, serval, qingque, faruzan, heizou, wanderer, venti, kaeya, alhaitham, cyno, lisa, ayato, furina, hu tao, yelan, eula, lyney, xianyun, albedo, itto, kaveh, childe, dottore, pantalone

going out for a halloween party wasn’t exactly the most brightest idea, you realized. especially with your lover who — for some reason — decided to wear a fluffy skirt witch dress. accompanied by the iconic witch broom and a pointy tipped hat sitting atop their head. but there was a problem. your lover was feeling a bit mischievous today it seems as any moment of privacy or when the two of you meet eyes over the room and the blaring song, they would wink and slowly slip their skirt up until showing you that they were wearing a laced underwear.

at first, your reaction was like any other lovers’. flushing cheeks, looking around to make sure no one else saw and giving them a flustered smile accompanied by a thumbs up or so. until it got old real fast as they keep making sexual gestures. so, who’s to blame you when you finally had enough and drag your lover off to some random empty room of the place, lock the doors and shove your lover onto the bed, sexually frustrated and ready to fuck them stupid.

happy that their request was being accepted and their secret plans working, they tried to play the role of ‘damsel in distress’. moaning about how cruel you are for shoving them down, mean for tearing off their panties and how you were acting like a hungry wolf. to which you only rolled your eyes at and pushed a finger inside their already — not so surprisingly — lubed and spread open hole.

“shh, darling. there are other people in the room next door” you whisper, quietly chuckling as your lover only nods dumbly, mouth full of your fingers, suckling on them to keep their shrill moans quiet as your cock continues to split them open. too many rounds, too much pleasure and the cute ring of white around your strap was a nice reminder of how easily they got fucked dumb.

angling your hips, you thrust inside their still tight hole again, this time successfully hitting their sensitive spot. immediately, they twitched and kicked their legs before wrapping it around your waist, pushing your tip deeper inside to kiss that spongy muscle again and again as they cream around your cock once more.

jing yuan, tingyun, hanya, dan heng, dan heng il, argenti, asta, guinaifen, kafka, luka, march, sampo, serval, topaz, stelle, gallagher, yukong, acheron, dr. ratio, albedo, alhaitham, itto, beidou, dehya, eula, hu tao, kaeya, lisa, lyney, heizou, childe, scaramouche, tighnari, venti, yae miko, yanfei, yelan, sandrone, capitano

“a-anhh… you sure about this, darling?” your lover asks with stuttered breath, naked, back on the bed with their legs spread out as a few slimy tentacles slowly curl around their legs, starting from their ankles as they slowly and tentatively make their way up their bare skin. you hum comfortingly, their head on your lap as you squeeze their hand gently as a way of reminding them there’s nothing to be hesitant of.

recently, you went to the sex shop you visit to see what was new there. the shop owner — having already become acquainted with you and your lover due to your frequent visits — offered you a new “toy”. tentacles, in a small square box. they said something about it being a prototype and gave you a mini book about guides, how to use it, what and where the creature was made from etc etc. after a careful amount of research and preparation, you decided to buy it. and now here you were, having talked with your lover about the new “toy” you brought and wondering if they would be okay with trying it out with you.

of course, if anything were to go slightly bit wrong, you wouldn’t hesitate to take over and put the slimy thing back into its box.

“i’m sure it’ll be fine, love. after all, we read through the user guide enough times and even contacted the shop owner. now just relax” you comfort them, one of your hands running through their hair to soothe them. tilting their chin up, you lean down to place a soft kiss on their lips just as they let out a startled whine.

looking down, you could see that the tentacles were now gently prodding at their slicked hole. you had already prepared them beforehand just in case the prototype would be too harsh. seeming to have felt that they were loose, the tentacle slowly pushes itself in. more and more as the long, girthy thing disappears into their hole as your lover stutters of it feeling a bit odd.

“should i take it out then?” you ask, a hand over their belly where a cute little bulge was made due to the sheer size of the thing pushed inside. your lover only shakes their head, a drawn out moan following when you gently push on the bulge. gods, it was a big one.

“n-no… no need. it just feels… new and unfo—eeeck!!” their voice is cut off by a shriek when the tentacle starts to pump itself in and out, seemingly hitting their little bundle of nerves inside them. judging by how much your lover was thrashing their legs, trying to close them, you could guess how deep the tentacle was reaching.

“tsk tsk. darlin’ if you wanna feel good, you gotta keep your legs open, y’know?” you click your teeth, about to reach over before stopping. curious, you watch as the tentacle seemed to double or triple as two other emerge, pushing their legs apart. huh, there was no warning of the creature being able to duplicate itself.

taken aback by how relentless the creature was in fucking into their spongy spot, your lover keens. shaky hands going down to try and push them away before you pry their hands off softly. feeling betrayed, they let out a whine. turning to look at you with tears brimming in their eyes.

“[n-name]! th-they gcck! they’re b-bullying meeeehh♡︎♡︎ t-these aaanh gyuck!! things a-are bullying me♡︎♡︎” they sputter out, tripping over their words as fat globs of tears fall down their cheeks. not long after, their legs shake and twitch, back arching off of the bed so prettily as they squirt on the bedsheets. even then, the tentacle doesn’t stop. instead, it only seems to speed up its movements with renewed vigor as if wanting to make your lover squirt more.

“aaAAGH—! c-can’t!! [name] make it sto—aanh aangk♡︎♡︎ j-just came… s-sensitiiivvee♡︎” your lover drawls out, mind already starting to blank out as their hands tug on yours to ground themselves. you simply shush their loud mewls with a kiss, hearing the filthy squelching noise of the tentacle fucking your lover as you simply let the “toy” continue. this was a good purchase.

gallagher, caelus, dan heng, ruan mei, yingxing, asta, fu xuan, himeko, luka, natasha, welt, zhongli, yanfei, xiao, lumine, tighnari, childe, kokomi, nilou, neuvillette, mona, lynette, kuki shinobu, sara, keqing, ganyu, kaveh, diluc

lately, work has been becoming more and more exhausting. it was just simply too much. too much pressure, too much workload, too much stress. and your lover seemed to have noticed it. i mean, who wouldn’t? with the way you’re constantly slouched over, dragging your feet as you trip over your words. and those dark eyebags too.

so, they simply thought of a nice way to help you destress. to help you take your mind off of work for at least the night.

putting on one of the few lingeries they own — more specifically, the one you bought for them on one of their birthdays — they quietly make their way into the room that works as an office whenever you decide to work from home. scattered papers, broken pens and pencils lying about with you yourself looking like a corpse sitting amongst them, your lover felt their heart ache.

you were nearly falling asleep on your seat when a hand was gently placed on your shoulder, jumping slightly in your seat as you turn to look at the owner. ah, your darling. wearing a beautiful lingerie as they smile at you softly. but even their smile couldn’t hide the concern in their eyes.

“oh? what’s the occasion, my love? did i accidentally saw the date wrong and missed a special day?” you ask softly, rubbing your eyes as they shuffle to sit on your lap. hands running through your hair, smoothing them out as they pepper your face with soft kisses.

“hmm no. just wanted to surprise you” they hum soothingly, draping against you so that their chest was against yours. you could almost hear your synchronized heartbeats in the silence of the room.

“don’t you think it’s about time for you to get some break from work? and i don’t mean just a five minute break, i mean a whole vacation type of break” they mumble against the crown of your head, placing your hand over their chest and letting you squeeze them. they always knew you had love for simply just touching them. a healing factor, you once teased them when they asked you why you always smush yourself against their chest. they may or may not have beat you up for that.

“mmh.. i suppose so. once this cursed documents are finished, i will definitely take a vacation type of break” you hum softly, one hand on their, massaging the soft flesh as your other draws shapes on the skin of their hips. feeling the texture of their skin on your fingers was exactly the type of grounding sensation you needed. how could you ever stop being so grateful to be theirs.

feather light touches trail from their hips to their inner thighs, making them shudder in excitement as they roll their hips to indicate they wanted your fingers already. taking their gesture with a chuckle, you push the underwear of their lingerie aside. softly rolling the tips of your forefinger over their puckering hole, you give a little experimental push inside. only to find yourself surprised at how wet they were.

“aww have you been touching yourself, love? have i been so neglectful you opted to pleasuring yourself?” you grin mischievously, grinning at the soft pink on their cheeks. they only huff and lightly swat at your shoulder, warning you not to get too cocky. you laugh in response, finding their embarrassment endearing as you slip a finger inside. not too much after, second finger follows before a third is pushed in at how loose they were.

“aaaannh.. love your fingers. they’re so much better than my own” your lover sighs out softly, quiet moans slipping past their lips that they didn’t even bother to muffle as their hips roll over your fingers. attempting to ride your three fingers inside them as their moans and whimpers grow louder in volume. you could use a de-stressing action like this more in the future.

kafka, blade, dan feng, jingliu, yukong, natasha, ruan mei, hanya, gepard, al haitham, baizhu, beidou, ningguang, chevreuse, cyno, dehya, jean, kaeya, lisa, mona, rosaria, shenhe, thoma, lumine, dainsleif, yae miko, arlecchino, columbina

[nobuverse]

"It matters not who or what stands in my way. Gods, kings, commoners or heores. All can be turned to ash with only my gaze.

So I suggest you bow."

[autonomousxselves]

//aaa i have a few drafts i wanna continue but im having trouble coming up with a response for...if we have a thread that youve been waiting on a reply to for 2-4 weeks now please feel free to IM me so we can plot it or i may just message you other memes a d starters later lol

in terms of drafts and inbox to answer ive got 3 prompt asks, 2 long threads, and 2 threads im trying to figure out