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nc-vb · 9 months ago

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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧?

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

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

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

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

wc -> 4.5k

The modes of transportation in this place are… dated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your expression hardens. “Devil?” you repeat.

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

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

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

“I know this is Earth.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Try? I could barely run away from you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod, glancing forward again.

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

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

“You could always ask more questions.”

“I… can’t think of any.”

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

“And do you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A drink?” Quanxi offers.

“… water is fine.”

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

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

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

“Sorry,” you say.

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

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

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

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

“Relax?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Could you go and grab them?”

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

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

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

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

“Is it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just stand there and stay pretty for me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why did you stop?”

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

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

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

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

“Yes. It was patronizing.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#quanxi x reader #afab reader #quanxi x y/n #csm x reader #quanxi smut #csm smut #csm quanxi #wlw #quanxi wlw

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rougepancake · 1 year ago

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Minors and ageless blogs dni. Sexually explicit content below.

“Beg.” She huffs, placing her foot on your shoulder as you stare up at her helplessly. She looks like a goddess above you, while you are just a lowly creature that has been blessed with her presence.

“What?” Your voice wavers, and the question leaves your lips with an unsure tone that she isn’t too fond of. Her heel digs into your shoulder, causing you to groan in slight discomfort.

“You heard me. Now beg, or else I won’t touch you.” A smirk paints her lips as she speaks. She’s evil, isn’t she?

“P-Please…”

“Please what? Speak up.”

“… use me.”

She removes her foot and chuckles, pushing you onto your back and crawling between your legs seductively. Apparently she didn’t need too much convincing, she just wanted to hear you beg.

Because she knows she’s the only one that gets to see you like this.

QUANXI, Makio, TAO, Makima, Lisa Minci, Kafka, Yae Miko, YELAN, Tingyun, Annie Leonhart

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mommypieck · 2 years ago

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can you do csm girls front and back pls

makima

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

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

kobeni

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

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

power

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

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

quanxi

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

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

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

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gypsophiliaz · 1 year ago

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“ douceur „

quanxi x fem florist | barista reader.

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

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

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

CHAPTER I

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

. . .

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

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

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

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

NOT professional thoughts. get it together!!!

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

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

“A small espresso will do, please.”

“ would you like sugar or cream? ”

“ Surprise me. ”

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

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

. . . .

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

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

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

“I'd imagine.”

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

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

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

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

the all too familiar chime would fill your ears.

bruh.

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

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

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

“Usual?”

“Mm.”

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

. . . should probably start that order

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

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

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

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

"Mm."

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

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

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

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

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

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

𝓠𝓾𝓪𝓷𝔁𝓲 347-1782.”

✧─── ･｡ﾟ✧: * 🎀 .* :✧. ───✧

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

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

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xoxodiluc · 2 years ago

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thigh riding .ᐟ ❨ 17+ ❩

quanxi x female! reader

genre nsfw, thirst

cw sub! reader, thigh riding, praising

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

“good girl…”

she would praise you for being such an obedient girl.

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

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

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

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

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nu11lar · 1 year ago

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

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

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

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

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

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

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onyaki · 1 year ago

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a smokers kiss - drabble

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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earphonejackx · 1 year ago

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

☠︎ Quanxi x Fem! Reader (slight NSFW)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#earphonejackx #x reader #soft icons #x y/n #csm x reader #chainsaw man #headcanon #chainsaw man x reader #tw possessive behavior #tw nswf #quanxi x reader #im gay leave me alone #quanxi #quanxi csm #wlw post #wlw smut #wlw x reader

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drearyrie · 2 years ago

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morpheusic · 2 years ago

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

reblog tendencies.

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

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

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

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

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kittyzu · 2 years ago

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

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

— caught cheating with :

YOSHIDA - ࣪⭑

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

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

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

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

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

AKI - ࣪⭑

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

KISHIBE - ࣪⭑

the old man is just a horny pervert.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you two definitely have sex more often.

DENJI - ࣪⭑

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

QUANXI - ࣪⭑

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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mommypieck · 2 years ago

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how abt making makima and quanxi squirt

makima

"curl your fingers a bit." she instructs as you're trying your best to finger fuck you. two of your fingers explore her insides while you massage her clit with two more fingers. her breathing is heavy and you can see that she's enjoying it more than she would admit.

"yeah, just like that, puppy."

her back arches and you know that you hit her sweet spot. she looks beautiful, her hair lies all around her and her round breasts with hard nipples make you horny too.

you can see in her eyes that she's close. she screws her eyes closed but her legs shake. your fingers fuck her even faster, hitting her g stop with every thrust. you smile when she loses her composure and whines.

"you're beautiful, makima." you praise her and you see how needy and desperate she is.

"keep this up and i'll cum."she says in a broken voice. you thrust few more times before she's cumming around your fingers. her juices fly everyone, coating your face and hair and soaking the bed. she clams so hard around your fingers that you're scared she might bruise them. her whole body shakes and writhes on the bed.

"you're okay, makima?" you ask her with a smile but she just returns a pleasure sigh.

"oh puppy, you destroyed me tonight."

quanxi

"god baby. look at you." she purrs as your tongue dances on her clit. her eyes are closed and head thrown back, her breathing slow. you can see her boobs rising and falling with every breath she takes. she's wet, her juices basically soaking your whole face. two of your fingers play with her clit while your tongue focuses on her opening. you're trying your best to tongue fuck her and by the moans she lets out, you're successful.

"you look so pretty in between my legs." she basically groans, her hand coming to grab your hair. she pushes your face deeper into her cunt basically riding her face. her clit is throbbing more than ever before and new waves of juices are leaving her body and falling right on her tongue. you flatten your tongue to lap it all up.

"im about to cum, sweetheart." she moans and you can feel her body shaking. you focus on her clit, sucking it in your mouth. she screams as she cums, liquid squirting from her spamming pussy. some of it lands on your tongue, some on it on the bedding. her mind shuts and she just lays mindlessly on the bed. her body still shakes and you smile at the happiness in her eyes.

"are you okay?" you ask her but she just laughs.

"oh fuck, baby. that tongue of yours almost killed me."

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

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cindol · 10 months ago

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womanly strength ﹒ ୭ৎ

cw— smut, strap-on used, full nelson sex position, black coded reader, girl on girl

She’s aware of her strength of how she squash a melon with just her thighs and put someone in a tight choke hold if she wanted and she was for certain aware of your fascination for her strong arms, always darting your eyes at them.

She loves feeding into whatever kink you have for them, always putting you in a playful chokehold not too tight so it wasn’t putting your life in any dangerous but an enjoyable way to where it makes you grin clawing at her arm while she grins back.

She uses her strength to her advantage also when it came to turning you on in sex always doing new positions to test you. With you lying on top of her, legs bent at your knees and apart she’d wrap her strong arms underneath your legs to pick you up. It gets a gasp out of you at first once you felt the black strap on start to move in and out of you.”a-ah that’s!—mmph..”

Even at your confused gasp mixed with soft moans she hushes you when you grab at her elbows.”shh shh.. gonna feel so good in a minute baby. Don’t you trust your strong girl?” of you did, you always did even if you were a little suspicious so you nodded along with a mumbled ‘mhm’ too focused on how her strap was going in and out of you.

“then don’t be so worried, you know I always fuck you good how you like.” If her hands were free she would’ve gripped your chin for you to get the message but once she started to thrust in and out of you at a consistent pace you got it.

With every thrust you got wetter and your slickness was getting on the strap. Her thrusting was getting quicker and sloppier inside your cunt, she took it up a level planting her feet onto the bed and her arms gripping much harder underneath your legs. It was so much making you squeal and moan trying to just grab something with your flailing hands at it.”o-oh—mmph!— so much giving me so much!”

Her respond remained the same with a grunt.”you can handle it though yeah? You can handle your strong girl?”

ㄑ﹒ yuki tsukumo, mikasa ackerman, quanxi .

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minimomoe · 3 months ago

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Sweetest Defeat

Pairing: Quanxi x female reader

Summary: A basket of berries leave you breathless but wanting more.

Wrd ct: 3.9k

Song Inspo: Sounds by K-Si, Pleasure P

Tags: MDNI!, established relationship, smut, tribbing, fingering, cunninlingus, praise kink, orgasm delay/ denial

“Oh my god these are the best things ever!”

“Ever?” Quanxi looked at you carefully. “The best ever?”

“Yes! Come, taste.” You held out a fresh strawberry for Quanxi to taste. She opened her mouth, slowly wrapping her lips around the fruit instead of taking it by hand. You watched her chew it slowly. The air is suddenly charged as you wait for her verdict.

“Well?”

“I’ve tasted better,” Quanxi shrugged after licking her lips clean.

You gave her a disbelieving scoff. “Suuure. Just admit it, I got the perfect batch this time! You know strawberries are such a hit or miss.”

“Hmm that’s true,” Quanxi pulled you in by your waist. “I know that there’s something else I’d like to taste right now.”

“And what could that possibly be?” You said coyly. You took another strawberry from the basket, maintaining eye contact with Quanxi while you took a bite. It was a juicy one, liquid running down your wrist and forearm that you paused to stare at.

“Oh,” you frowned, straining behind Quanxi to pull a paper towel off the counter but she still held you close.

“I got it,” Quanxi said. You expected her to reach for the paper towel like you had tried to, but Quanxi held your wrist and licked the sticky trail from your elbow up. Your ears flamed from the contact, watching Quanxi drag her tongue against your skin until she reached the base of your palm, then bit the rest of the strawberry, her teeth grazing your fingertips.

“That does taste good,” she said through her bites.

“Now it does?” you huffed. Quanxi nodded, tilting her head down to meet your lips. Both of your lips are sickly sweet, sticky from the fruity extract. Quanxi’s tongue slipped into your mouth, wrapping itself around your tongue until she had your natural taste. The strawberries are good but nothing can compare to you. You moaned into her mouth, finally pulling away to breathe.

“I just wanted to have a snack.”

“And I want to have you,” Quanxi said matter of factly. You shook your head in jest and tried to reach for another berry on the counter. Quanxi squinted at the basket, then snatched it up to hold it well above her head. You let out a noise of protest as Quanxi is already six feet tall and with her arm raised you couldn’t get the basket back unless you had a stool.

“Follow me,” Quanxi smiled, dragging you to the bedroom. After playfully but short lived wrestling with Quanxi you were pinned onto the bed facing up. Quanxi held both of your wrists down, her knee splitting your legs open and gently nudging against your sex. You rolled your hips on the knee, trying to soothe the growing sensation spreading between your legs, but Quanxi has other plans. After maneuvering to hold both of your wrists with one hand she picked a rather big strawberry from the basket she set on the nightstand and held it up to your lips. The only issue was that the strawberry is turned backwards, the leafy stem facing your tongue instead of the part that was a delight to eat.

“Open and hold it with your teeth,” Quanxi ordered. You obeyed, holding the strawberry carefully to not break through it. Quanxi’s eye twinkled from anticipation.

“Good girl,” she purred, pecking a kiss on your forehead. “Let’s see how long you can stay like that. Keep your hands here.”

Quanxi kissed your jaw and neck while her hands travelled under and up your shirt. You kept your hands above your head as told, but you desperately wanted to weave your fingers through Quanxi’s hair. Quanxi lifted your tank top, careful not to snag your hair on the way up, and her eye settled on your breasts. Your full chest rose and fell steadily, your nipples getting harder from being exposed to Quanxi’s stare. You didn’t know what to do. You were told that you couldn’t move her hands from your head, and your mouth was occupied.

Quanxi still has one knee pressed against your mound, purposefully grinding it on your pussy as she twists one of your nipples. You whined through your teeth, pushing your chest into Quanxi’s hand so she could massage it fully. Quanxi was hunching over you, massaging both breasts, rubbing the pads of her thumbs over your nipples, smirking as you writhed impatiently below her.

“Shhh, just enjoy your strawberry, baby,” she murmured, dipping her head down to enclose her lips on a nipple. You whined again, your hands clawing at the pillowcases around you. Looking down to see Quanxi sicking your nipple was a beautiful sight to see. She teased and sucked on it, tugging it gently with her teeth to stretch the skin before letting go and watching it snap back. She trailed open mouth kisses on your sternum, taking her sweet time to get to the other breast, littering the space with kiss marks. You were heaving and dripping from her touch. You felt your teeth precariously holding onto the strawberry. You were barely able to withhold yourself from snapping your jaw down when Quanxi started the same ministries to your other breast. You wanted to stick it out to the end to finally beat Quanxi’s unexpected challenges, but this one was the hardest even though it was the simplest. You felt your teeth sink deeper into the fruit when Quanxi took a long stripe up from the underside of your breast to suck on your nipple again.

“Quan-“ you groaned from the back of your throat, but at the same moment your lover’s hand reached beneath the waistband of your shorts to pet your damp panties. You bucked your hips forward into her hand, relieved to have felt some pressure on your sex but Quanxi is quick to pull away. Quanxi tutted and shook her head in faux disappointment.

“Stop moving so much or you’re gonna mess up,” she said, still stroking your slick folds through the fabric. “You said that you were gonna win someday.” She removed both your shorts and panties in one quick swipe, resting both of your legs on her shoulders. You nearly dropped the strawberry from gasping. The sudden shift of position left you almost folded in half with Quanxi’s head settling between your legs. Quanxi gently bit down on the inside of your thigh, holding her teeth there to swipe her tongue over the tingling skin. You released yet another strangled moan, your feet jerking erratically behind Quanxi’s head. She was just teasing incessantly now, sucking on your flesh until she reached the apex of your thighs, then blowing over your exposed sex to watch you clench around nothing.

“You’re doing so well. So good for me ,” she complimented your determination. Quanxi noticed your lips pulled back to bare your teeth over the berry, your throat taking empty swallows to try to calm down. Tears are gathered at the corner of your eyes and Quanxi wants to kiss them away and have their saltiness settle in her mouth, but she has more important matters right in front of her face.

She flattened her tongue, taking a long stripe up from the seam to the clit, holding onto your waist tightly because you jerked again just as expected. The strawberry is almost cut in half in your mouth. Your tongue is pressed against the leaves, a subtle reminder to calm yourself down. You mewled, rolling your hips into Quanxi’s face while looking up at her, but Quanxi’s eyes are closed as she enjoys herself. You want to tangle your fingers in Quanxi’s hair, to tug her closer and rut into her lips, and you would have if you weren’t so set on winning.

Quanxi, on the other hand, wanted nothing more than to see her lover melt by her touch. She filed away the teasing act she had planned, completely taken by the heady scent and broken whimpers escaping your mouth. She focused her attention to worry your clit, making a tight seal on it with her lips, eliciting labored breaths from the other woman. She shifted you in her arms, hooking one hand at the back of your knee, pushing your legs further into your chest while pulling them farther apart so nothing is hidden, making your face scrunch from exposure. Your arms twitched above your head, unsure of how much restraint you had left. Quanxi drags one hand down the back of your leg, her fingernails softly scraping your skin, sending waves of tremors down your body. When her fingers reached their destination, starting from the top of your sex, she used two fingers to trace your arousal on your lips before pulling them apart. With languid laps Quanxi slowly pushed you to the brink of your mind, fucking you with her tongue and moaning into your heat. You chanted garbled noises of motivation, your vision going blurry and full of tears when Quanxi’s sharp nose continuously bumps into your swollen clit.

Quanxi pulled her head back to finally take a real breath of air, her face slick with your arousal that she licked clean off her lips. She pulled back the hood over your clit, circling the bud with her thumb and watched your eyes roll back into your head. Choked sobs escape your mouth, moans that only cheered the white haired woman on, who bent back down to busy herself between your legs.

“Do you know how pretty you sound?” Quanxi breathed against your dripping folds. “If only other people knew how you moan for me.” She pushed two fingers into your sex, immediately searching for the spongey spot deep inside you. You let out an exceptionally loud whine, arching your back off of the bed, writhing from Quanxi’s touch.

“Just like that,” Quanxi said starry eyed. “I love that noise, baby. Think you can do it again?”

With her fingers scissoring inside of, your essence dripped down her hand and onto the bed, and you did exactly as she asked. “Oh don’t look at me like that,” she crooned when you blinked away big tears. If she folded you any further it wouldn’t be comfortable but she needed to put her lips on yours. “Don’t I always make you feel good?”

Yes, yes, yes, you thought in your head, but all you could do was nod. Quanxi nodded too, finding your clit with her tongue once again and continued her onslaught on your sex with the intention of giving you an orgasm as sweet as the strawberry. Fireworks explode in your vision as you gush into Quanxi’s mouth. Damn the strawberry in your mouth. You crush it in your mouth and it falls down your body, the juices staining your chest and bedding. Quanxi continued to stroke your inside with her fingers until you were twitching and gasping for mercy.

“You lost, baby.” She slowly drags her fingers out of you and gently thumbs your folds. She grazes your clit and you let out a sharp hiss. With her hand still splayed across your pussy she reached for the fallen strawberry beside you. You then remembered the leafy bit in your mouth, which you held out on your tongue to show her.

“Next time, maybe?” She plucked the fruit off of your tongue and tossed it on the nightstand.

“Fuck off,” you grumbled and she laughed. You watched her eat the strawberry slowly, leaving only a small amount left in her hands. She felt your watchful eyes and raised her brow.

“Still hungry?”

“Forget about the strawberries. I’m naked, you’re not,” you said, reaching up to hook your hand around her neck and melding your lips with hers. It was a seedy kiss, the strawberry still in Quanxi’s mouth that gave her a wonderful taste. You hungrily nipped her lips while removing all the clothing she had. She was still on top of you, so you skillfully hooked your leg around your waist and flipped her over, surprising her when she found herself on her back.

“You never make these games fair,” you whine, your hands pinching her nipples. “Do you even want me to win?”

“Not really, no,” she breathes out. You litter her neck and chest with lovebites and pout again.

“I have to get you back,” you mutter into her skin. “Set the score right.”

You drag your index fingernail down the center of her body, barely grazing her skin but it was enough to bring about goosebumps on her skin. Your finger rises and falls with every breath, swirls down to her navel, zigzags up until her pubic area. You weren’t straddling her waist but rather one of her legs, and her leg slid up and bumped into your ass. You gently sat down on her leg until it laid flat on the bed, and her soft thigh pressed up on your still sensitive clit. You rolled your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to decide on what to do to your woman.

“Does it really matter? You always come in the end.” Her hand rested on your waist, slowly guiding your hips to rock with her. You were more than happy to oblige, to ride her thigh into your next high, but your thumb found her clit to play with. She let out a soft moan that you wanted amplified. You lick your two middle fingers and bury them inside of her, relishing the way her hips arched off the bed.

“That’s it, Quanxi, give it to me,” you purred, putting your thumb back on her clit. Your fingers gained speed, working her g-spot and clit at the same time, making her curse and writhe beneath you. You loved to see her under you, her pale skin blushing like roses whenever she was aroused. Her bottom lip was sucked in and pushed back out when she was nearing that peak. Her hair that was usually tied back in a clean ponytail became loose and her strands sprawled across the pillow.

“Talk to me, baby, how are you feeling,” you ordered. Whenever she was close she would stop talking or making noise all together, denying you of much needed commentary. In response her fingers dug into your waist instead of answering verbally. Her eyes were screwed shut, her neck stretched out as she threw her head father back into the bed.

“Come on, or I’ll stop right now,” you warned, but your fingers told a different story. You applied more pressure on her bud with your thumb and fucked her faster with your fingers. The soft squelch of your fingers moving in her only got louder in your quest to make her talk. Quanxi still held her tongue, but you knew her well enough already. You were no longer concerned with your own orgasm on her thigh, instead bending down to reach for her face with your other hand. Your thumb rested on her chin, pulling down on the skin to make her release her lip from her teeth. It popped free and immediately turned strawberry red with all the blood that rushed back into it. You then gave her a messy kiss, unable to lay your lips fully on hers because she found your swollen clit, leaving you both breathless and sharing moans.

“I’m almost there,” she gasped, her hips grinding into your hand. You licked the side of her mouth, down her jaw, then latched your teeth on her shoulder. Her fingers were constricting your fingers, pulsing wildly and spreading her wetness everywhere.

“You’re really not going to let me know?” You whispered in her ear. Quanxi’s whole body shuddered at your voice. You licked the shell of her ear then stuck your tongue inside, knowing how sensitive her ears were. They were flaming, bright red indicators of how well you were treating her. She still didn’t elaborate like you wanted, so as soon as the tell tale signs of her orgasm appeared, your fingers stilled abruptly. Quanxi’s eyelids flew open, wildly searching your face for a reason.

“You didn’t answer me,” you shrugged, licking your fingers clean. You rubbed the inside of her thigh and patted it twice before sliding off of her leg to settle yourself between her legs. You used your tongue to scoop up her essence, carefully not touching her clit with your nose, bringing more frustration to the white haired lady who tried to wiggle her pussy in your face.

“Let’s try this again, yeah? I ask how you’re feeling, and you answer.”

“Fine,” she gritted through her teeth, but you knew it would be a challenge for her. She never gave more than a few strained moans when she wasn’t the one teasing.

“Does it feel good when I do this?” You eased your fingers back inside her pussy and kissed her clit. You batted your eyelashes up at her and she threw her arm over her eyes.

“Yes.”

Her short, monosyllabic answers wouldn’t work here. You tsked, running your free hand up the curves of her body to pull on her hard nipple. She threw her arm off of her face and looked down at you. The truth is, you didn’t need her to tell you what feels good and what doesn’t. Not now when you aren’t trying anything particularly kinky. But the hitched breathing, the shaky words, the groans breaking up her sentences went straight to your pussy and you craved them just as much as she did. You wanted to watch her fall apart with your hands just as much as she did.

“Tell me more,” you begged, rolling her nipple between your fingers gently now.

“I just need a little more, baby,” she whispered. Her hands wound up in your head, pushing you into her sex and you leaned in. She was making a mess on your face but you loved her taste, fucking her with your tongue and circling her bud quickly. “Fuck— just like that,” she murmured.

Her praise spurred you on and you continued to eat her out like she was the only meal you’d ever get. She rode your face harder with every passing minute, cooing your name and stroking your hair back so she can see your face.

“You just wanted me to tell you that you’re a good girl, huh? That’s what you really—ah!— really wanted?”

You nodded your head as much as you could, groaning on her skin when she pulled your hair harder. You lifted your face off of her cunt, your lips pulling a string of her arousal from her hole. You climbed on top of her again, kissing her fiercely then lining up your pussy with hers.

“Wanna hear you say it again,” you pant. You lifted her long leg up to rest on your shoulder and her other leg laid in between yours. You were both so wet you glided on each other. The friction between your buds bumping each other made you both exclaim in whiny cries. You kissed her calf that was near your mouth and rocked your hips faster, controlling the speed between you.

“Fucking hell,” Quanxi groaned, working her hips in tandem with yours. Your come mixing with her made her head swirl, and she watched as your pussy made a mess of her. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.” She tore her eyes away from your lower half and licked her lips. You were too far away to kiss but she laced her fingers in your free hand and pecked your fingertips. Before you knew it she was sucking on your fingers and you pinched her tongue with your index and forefinger.

“You look so pretty, Quanxi. Gonna come for me?”

With wide eyes she moaned around your fingers. You were close too, nearly coming again when you had your nose in her cunt. Her muffled wails only grew louder and you swivel your hips deeper into hers. The whole bed was getting incredibly wet, and with one last look of Quanxi’s eye rolling back into her head you came with her, gushing and soaking her with your come and vice versa.

You slowed down when your orgasm racked through your body, giving little baby ruts into her pussy until she was begging you to give her a break. You didn’t want to separate just yet because of how connected you felt to her. Every shock and tremor she experienced you felt as well. You kissed her calf and knee one last time before setting it back on the bed and falling on top of her.

You felt her heart beating fast like yours, and you laid on her chest until your breathing slowed back down to normal. You folded your hands on her chest and rested your hand on top, giving a small kiss on the underside of her jaw which made her look down at you. Her face was still flushed and her hair was completely out of its ponytail. She had the most gorgeous fucked out expression and pride pooled in your stomach knowing you caused it.

“We’ll have to wash the sheets again,” she sighed, running her fingers down your spine.

“Hmm.”

“And I think there’s a bit of strawberry in the sheets.”

“Mhmm.”

“It looks like a fucking murder.”

“Hmm.”

“Is that all you’re gonna say?”

You thought about it for a moment. “If the bed is already dirty, can you feed me the rest of the strawberries?”

“You’re unbelievable,” she scoffed, but she reached out for the basket on the nightstand anyways.

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