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Rip Silas you would absolutely HATE the song Nightmares by Violet Femmes
My hands huurtt—but so worth it!! I wanted to finish this now, so I kiindaa rushed it a bit.. either waay! It looks good enough for me, so Ima leave it here now..(I loooveee coloring in shades of greyy!!!)
No matter what I do I can never seem to move on from @safination’s “PIDAL”!!! So yeahh… another one.
a bit of a self-indulgent post but i love the concept that alastor would be peacefully playing the piano in your shared home while you're cleaning up the kitchen. and then when you're done, he gestures for you to come to him with a crook of his finger. when you do, he'll place a hand on your hip, coaxing you to perch on his thigh.
while you're sitting there with him, he'll ask you about what you had done all day while he was off at the radio station. throughout the conversation, he'll absentmindedly play different tunes; dexterous, gifted fingers gliding across the keys with such grace.
every now and then his lips will press to your temple or to your cheekbone, sharp nose nudging your skin in a near-playful manner. and then at some point that will lead to him sitting in his armchair by the fireplace, you sitting on the floor before him as he plays with your hair, listening to you ramble on with gossip about a conversation you overheard between two old ladies at the market.
my hubby
This is a comic where you’re somehow scared of Lohen even after he told you he was coming to see you!
I feel like something definitely happened between the two of you… 👀
The security is a little ridiculous, but let’s be honest, that’s not stopping Lohen for more than five minutes 😭
I got a few requests to draw Lohen again, so here he is! 🎶
Thank you to everyone who sent one in!
I’m working on Albedo and Anaxa too~ ꢏꢷ^ᴗ ̫ ᴗ^ ✨️
Wanderer fucking reader infront of lohen after he gets jealous seeing them interact..?
wanderer x fem!reader. lohen x fem!reader. smut. jealousy. masturbation. spanking. creampie.
lohen has been getting way too fucking comfortable around you lately. wanderer dispises the way lohen looks at you. his cocky, shit eating smile. how he always find some way to touch you when he talks to you. absolutely loathes the way he flirts with you.
for wanderer, there is only one solution here. put you on all fours, and absolutely ruin you in front of him.
lohen would see who's cock is making you feel good. so fucking good that sob while you cum, shaking while your pussy makes an utter mess on his cock.
wanderer's thrusts are dominant in every way. his cock head abuses your sweet spot, tearing a lewd moan from your throat with each thrust. your fingers claw at his sheets as his hips snap relentlessly into yours.
"oh archons! it feels so good! it feels so good!" you babble behind your moans. you arch back against him, your walls clamping gummy and tight around his cock.
wanderer smacks his hand across your ass, and you whine in utter bliss. his cock is squelching almost obscenely in and out of your hole. "fuck, you are swallowing my cock," he groans, bringing his hand down across your ass again.
he presses down on your back, pushing so deep into your sweet spot that your lewdest moan yet sounds from you. you squeak, embarrassed at how you sound, burying your face in wanderer's pillows.
wanderer grits his teeth, and glares. "oh no you fucking don't," he hisses, grabbing a handful of your hair. "i want him to fucking hear you moaning for me," he pulls your head up out of the pillows, "let him hear just how good i am fucking you."
lohen casually sits back in the chair next to the bed, legs spread and his hand on his cock. he can barely keep his eyes off how prettily you arch back into wanderer's cock. the way your tits bounce from the ferocity of wanderer's thrusts.
the way your body twitches, and trembles as a wave of pleasure overwhelms. the look in your eyes turning more cock drunk and hazy.
lohen couldn't say he didn't feel envious because he did. he presses circles on his leaking cock head, sighing as it throbs in his hand. he should be him fucking into from behind, filling your cunt so fucking full.
you should be moaning that lewdly for him.
lohen squeezes his hand around his cock, his eyes trained on the way your pussy is utterly ozzing on wanderer's cock. if he couldn't be the one breeding you, he thought antagonizing wanderer was a (un) fair compromise.
"she sounds so pretty," lohen smirks as his fists his cock, "if it wasn't for getting to oogle her pussy stretched so perfectly, i would close my eyes, and get off to the sound of her moans," he ruts shamelessly into his hand, not bothering to cover up his moan as his cock pulses in his hand.
wanderer glares at lohen, smacking his hand on your ass again. "don't think for one second you can fuck her this good," he hisses, reaching down to rub your puffy clit.
he is determined to make you cum hard in front of lohen.
you feel utterly boneless, barely able to hold yourself up anymore. tears well in your eyes as you look at lohen. an extra burst of aroused warmth courses through you. there is just something about lohen watching you get fucked, casually stroking his cock, openly enjoying himself..
you sob softly as your clit throbs under wanderer's fingers. "please..need you..to fill me..scara.." you babble, the tightening of your orgasm leaving you nearly breathless.
wanderer can't help but smirk as he rolls your clit between his fingers. "do you hear who's cock she is begging for?" hearing you cry like this for him makes his cock throb that much harder.
lohen mocks your moans as annoyance ripples through him. "your pet sounds so pretty when she begs. she'll scream while i breed her," your moans for wanderer sound way too pretty..
it made him want to stuff his cock into your mouth, and throat fuck you. wanderer wouldn't be able to hear your pretty moans with his cock down your throat...
wanderer hisses, his cock throbbing almost unbearably inside your cunt. he taps your clit with his fingers, relishing in your whimper of pleasure as you tremble. "if you fucking think you could even breed her, you are stupider than i thought."
your poor body is overwhelmed by this point. your pussy spasms tight as a sob tears from your throat. wanderer chuckles, soothing his fingers on your clit. "that's it, cum hard for lohen. let him see who makes you fall apart."
wanderer's hand grasping your hair is the only thing keeping you up as your orgasm washes over you. you barely hear your moans for a moment as pleasure to bursts white hot behind your eyes. your pussy gushes wet around wanderer's cock, making lohen lick his lips.
"fuck, i am cumming," wanderer groans, purely to spite lohen. he wants lohen to know the moment his cock spills cum inside you.
wanderer takes extra time fucking his cum back inside you. he is utterly delighted seeing cum drip from your hole when he pulls out.
lohen would be forced to cum in his hand looking at cum seeping from your abused hole.
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DO NOT plagiarize/translate/repost on tumblr or any other site without my permission.
FFS! Fox, Feast… Spouse?
In which a certain lonely fox spirit ties the knot... or knots!
Kitsune!Jiaoqiu x f!reader
wordcount: ~7200
TWs: Lost in the woods trope, manipulation, drugging, forced marriage, heavily implied murder and cannibalism, graphic descriptions of violence and wounds, eye trauma mentioned, drugging, transformation (u lose ur sight but earn uh... some other body parts...), he also turned out a bit yander-ish and ooc lol, erotic horror basically, reader is not okay… this one is pretty dark.
NSFW: Non-con, shibari, gag, period sex, blood kink, body betrayal, breeding, creampie, forced orgasm, biting, dacryphilia, sadomasocistic Jiaoqiu, stockhom syndrome (kinda?...).
As usual, thank you all, my dear sweethearts, for your support!
NOT SUITED FOR MINORS. Not proofread. Author does not endorse or condone any of the actions depicted in real life. Also, English is not the author's first language, so there might be some mistakes. Please remember that you are responsible for your own media consumption.
“For fuck’s sake! I should’ve turned back like an hour ago…”
However, the trouble was that you no longer knew where that "back" was.
The playful chase after a fox kit with eyes gleaming like chips of amber had led you off the mossy path. By the time you noticed the absence of your friends' laughter, the path had vanished without a trace. The pressure in your belly turned into vicious cramps, and you cursed yourself one more time for not staying in the hotel today.
Time stretched and blurred. Was it minutes or hours spent pushing through ferns that clung like pleading hands? Panic rose in your throat, thick and sour, but you kept going forward through moss and fear, clinging to the desperate logic that if you walked in one direction all the time, you would eventually find something. The air grew heavy, sweet with decay and fog, wrapping around your mind like a muffling cloak.
Then the trees parted.
A clearing, choked with waist-high silver grass, cradled a sight that stole your breath. A temple stood there, its wood weathered to the grey of old bones, its curling eaves sagging under the weight of centuries. Flanking the stone path that led to its gaping maw were towering statues of nine-tailed foxes, their snarling muzzles worn smooth by endless rain, moss clinging to their empty eyes.
“Welcome, human.”
The greeting rang out like a melody, smooth and warm, coming from the farthest statue. Your heart hammered against your ribs when you spotted a figure behind it.
There he stood, a vision of vibrant colours against the thick fog. Red kimono, faded to the color of dried blood at the sleeves and hem, gracefully draped his slender frame. His hair was a cascade of rose-gold silk, framing a face of androgynous beauty, pale as moonlight. Over his eyes was a blindfold of the same deep crimson. From his head, two luxurious fox ears rose, and from behind, nine magnificent tails swayed with a hypnotic rhythm. He held a slender pipe close to his lips, its bowl still warm with tobacco.
"W–wh..." Your tongue betrayed you, refusing to form the question clawing up your throat. Were you just slowly dying in the forest, this beautiful man merely the feverish delusion of a failing mind trying to ease the agony of death?
The man in question lowered his pipe.
“What have you forgotten here?” he asked, his head tilting as if listening to the beat of your heart.
“I-I got lost,” you stammered, voice small in the immense quiet. “I was following a fox... k-kit, and… came here?”
“Oh, I see…” A charming smile graced his lips, and his nose twitched, sniffing the air. His ears perked up under the edge of his blindfold. You noticed the slightest blush creeping up his cheeks and stepped back, immediately creeped out for some reason.
“Do not fear me. I am Jiaoqiu, the… keeper of this place.” He took a careful step closer, his free hand lightly brushing the mossy statue for support. “You must be weary, little one. Come, share a meal with me, and I shall help you find your path home.”
You should’ve refused immediately. Every instinct whispered that this was wrong. I mean, how often do you come across a blind fox man in a creepy old shrine in the middle of the woods?
But you were so tired. And he seemed so... fragile and lonely. Like a relic left behind, forgotten by the world. What harm could he possibly do?
“I don't want to intrude,” you heard yourself say, half sound, half breath.
“Nonsense.” The word was soft, almost affectionate. “Intrusion implies you are unwelcome, dear.”
Inside, the air was thick with the ghost of old incense. Jiaoqiu moved with a careful grace, his foot subtly finding a small unevenness in the flooring, his sleeve knocking gently against a low brazier as he gestured for you to sit. When he went to the other room, he almost walked into a paper-panel door, and the pity rose again, swallowing the feeling of unease.
After a minute or two, the fox spirit? god? monk? man came back with pots and plates and a black-lacquered box filled with cooked meat. The lunch (or, perhaps, diner) was hearty: slices of tender meat in a fragrant, spicy broth served with rice, some fried vegetables, and a cup of tea that steamed with the scent of herbs.
"The forest provides," he murmured, settling across from you with the same careful grace. "Birds. Rabbits. Deer. It remembers its keeper, even if nothing else does." His ears twitched toward you as you lifted your chopsticks. "Please, do not stand on ceremony. A meal shared is a bond forged, however fleeting." He tilted his head, his blindfolded gaze seeming to rest on your face when you took the first stripe.
The meat was rich and gamey on your tongue, the broth complex with spices that burned pleasantly. You dined together, talking about everything and nothing at the same time, but when you asked about this place, his smile turned downward.
"You know," he said, his blindfolded face tilting toward the ceiling, "this place was not always so empty. Once, the village below worshipped here..." He paused, as if savouring the memory.
"There was a battle, long ago. The mountain wolf spirits grew bold. They had swept through the village like a tide, killing my people. So I went to meet them." His tails swayed gently, hugging his hips and waist. "I was... overconfident. They trapped me. Bound me with spirit chains that burned. For three full moons, they kept me, feeding on my power."
His voice remained calm, almost amused.
"On the fourth full moon, I broke free and avenged my people. But..." He touched the blindfold lightly, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. "I stumbled back to the village in darkness, blind and bleeding, asking them for help. Instead..." That smile again. "They looked at me and saw weakness. A blind god is no god at all, they decided and cursed my name as I stood there, still dripping wolf blood, still half-dead from saving them."
The meat in your mouth suddenly felt strange. You chewed anyway.
"One by one, they left. Packed their belongings and moved to the cities, to the coast, anywhere but here. Even my bride…" His voice softened, almost lovingly. "A human girl with eyes of deep blue like the moonlit sky. She swore she would never leave, and I believed her. Foolish of me, wasn't it?"
You made a sympathetic sound.
"She fled before the ceremony," he continued. "Didn't even make it to the vows." He laughed softly.
"That's… terrible," you said, and meant it, heart softened with the heavy feelings that made your throat tighten.
“Is it?” He smiled again, and this time, you caught a flicker of amusement that had no place in a sad story. “They built this shrine. Worshipped here for generations. And then they left, as mortals do.”
“I'm sorry,” you whispered with all the sincerity in it.
“Don't be.” His tails swayed, and you realized you'd been staring at them, wanting to touch the lush fluff. “Four hundred years is a long time to be alone. But loneliness,” his voice dropped to a confidential tone, “teaches patience. And patience, little one, is always rewarded.”
This sincerity from a lonely keeper almost made you tear up. Something twisted in your chest, and words spilling out like water from a cracked vessel. You talked about your boring job, your lonely apartment, this spontaneous trip, and the friends you'd made. Jiaoqiu listened with his head tilted, his ears tracking your voice, and something in his expression deepened as you spoke.
"One suffered from solitude as well?" he murmured. "How curious, the way the world balances its scales. Two empty vessels, brought together by a stray fox and a fading path." His smile widened, just a fraction. "Perhaps the forest did not misguide you after all."
You opened your mouth to respond and realized that something thickened in your throat, blocking words that wanted to come out. The room seemed to sway, gently, like a ship at anchor. You tried to stand, but your legs failed you as the paralysis spread from your core and outward. You toppled sideways, landing on the tatami with a soft thump, staring up at the shadowed ceiling. You could still see. You could still hear.
You could do nothing else.
Across the room, Jiaoqiu rose. His hesitant grace was gone, and in its place was something predatorily fluid, the movement of a creature that had never been hindered by blindness.
He crossed to you in three silent steps and knelt at your side. His cool hands found your face. His thumbs traced the arches of your brows, the slope of your nose, the curve of your lips. He pressed one thumb gently against the seam of your mouth, parting your lips just enough to feel the wet heat within, and a soft exhale escaped him, as though he had touched something sacred.
“By touch alone–” Jiaoqiu breathed, and his voice had shed its sorrowful veneer entirely, leaving only husky appreciation, “–you are exquisite. A true beauty.” His thumbs lingered at the corners of your mouth, wiping a small smear of sauce. He brought the thumb to his own lips, pink tongue darting out to taste the residue with a delicate slowness. His expression softened into something dreamy, distant, as though the flavor had unlocked a memory he had been nursing for centuries. “It seems the forest has outdone itself this time.”
Jiaoqiu reached up and slowly untied his crimson blindfold. The sockets beneath were closed, lids resting carefully. But you felt his attention on you like a weight – intense, absolute, undimmed by the lack of sight.
“Let me make us equal, my dear.”
talk abt peak right here!!
ꜰᴀᴛᴜɪ ʜᴀʀʙɪɴɢᴇʀꜱ & when they realize they fell in love with you
Pulcinella is not included! All x Fem Reader.
Some very ooc- First time doing something like this so be nice :D
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Columbina didn’t realize it all at once.
There was no dramatic moment where everything suddenly clicked into place. Love, for her, came quietly. Softly. Like something that had always existed and simply waited for her to notice it.
Drooling over the concept of young Pantalone in Liyue Harbor, right? He’s in his early 20’s, working here and making connections there, trying to claw himself out of poverty and finally get the ball rolling with his wealth. He lives in a cramped attic room in the home of the family whose food stall he’s employed at. It’s not much at all, but it’s his. And there’s also you, who walked by every day with a big smile and another flirty comment to leave him fanning his face. With that in mind, I’m thinking about fucking passionately in that little room of his and trying to keep it down.
MDNI , I was sleepy writing this so have mercy
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You don’t really know how it happened. He was a pretty boy running a food stall near your own place of employment, and you couldn’t help the urge to flirt a little bit! He looked too uptight for the job he was working, for one. How couldn’t you poke a bit of fun? But as you got to know him better, you found that he was the sweetest soul you’d ever crossed paths with.
He offered to take you out one night, but you insisted you didn’t want him to make things harder on himself financially for the sake of one fun night out. He did not listen.
You explored the harbor together, running between cargo boxes on the docks and sharing a treat from a confection stand. You honestly weren’t sure before the date if you were actually going to enjoy his company, but you were pleasantly surprised to find that he was one of the most kind and down to earth people you’d ever met.
The kissing started innocently. Really, it did. He cupped your jaw and pressed his lips to yours in the evening’s crescendo, letting the night sky bathe you in a romantic starlight that seemed to embolden his confidence.
His lips were warm and his embrace felt safe, so you let yourself fall into it.
Things grew heated with your reluctance to pull away, and you were soon making out in a quiet alleyway, obstructed from the view of guards and passers by. The moment your top started sliding down your shoulders, you both knew you had to go somewhere more private.
He carried you all the way back to the small family home of his employers, stifling laughter with you as he crept through the old house and up the stairs to his little room.
Clothes came off between slow kisses, and you both found yourselves growing ever impatient. Pantalone didn’t like to rush things, but he was burning to feel you against him.
He made you cum on his fingers once, wanting your body to grow used to his presence. Even so, you swore he enjoyed it more than you did by the way he was stifling groans just watching you fall apart for him, a bead of sweat glistening on his forehead.
The old floorboards groaned and creaked beneath you with your shifting bodies, and every few seconds, Pantalone listened for the sounds of movement around the house. He’d traumatize his poor employer and family if they knew what he was up to.
Your body was on fire, craving his touch with the desperation of being led about all this time. The moment his hands steadied on your hips, your vision near blurred.
He looked so fucking good on top of you, shadows casting beautiful scenes across his skin as he shifted, pulling you closer and lining himself up with your entrance.
Your combined moans were pure, filthy sin as he pushed in. The sound nearly came out as a sob from his lips, his forehead lowering to press against yours.
You both needed this carnally. Desperately. You no longer cared for how debauched and wanton your display appeared, not when he was making you fall deep in love in real time like this.
He didn’t mean to get rough, but the way you clenched around him, the way your body fit against his like a puzzle piece, he lost himself in it. His hips rolled with an increasing vigor to make you feel good, letting his moans absorb into the pillow beside you as he held you close.
It was all so incredibly intimate, just how close the two of you were. His fingers intertwined with yours, face grazing the curve of your shoulder and pressing soft kisses to your skin.
His tip repeatedly hit your cervix, prompting you to bring your intertwined hands to your lips to stifle the screams that threatened to tumble out.
Even though you both knew the risk, you couldn’t stop. Every shift, movement, and sound could alert someone downstairs, but there was absolutely nothing that could make you part in this moment. Your legs wrapped righty around his waist, digging the balls of your heels into his back to pull him impossibly deeper.
For a man so uptight in presence, it was a pleasant change of pace to watch him whimper and groan into the sheets while he fucked you stupid. At this point, he was fucking himself stupid in you.
His cries of impending orgasm had him tugging his hips back, but you remained locked around him. The action made him nearly cry, and his whole body shuddered as he came inside of you, eyes rolling back as you met your own climax with him.
His first instinct was to apologize profusely, pushing himself up on wobbling arms to check on you. You honestly found it endearing just how clueless he could be.
Once you had both settled, though, the rest of the night was nothing short of serene and blissful. He held you close in his little bed, and the both of you watched the quiet streets of the harbor out of his open window until you both fell asleep.
In the morning, you snuck away before anyone could see you. Your thighs burned and trembled with every step.
Pantalone was relieved that he’d gotten away with it. As he was setting up at the food stall, though, his employer casually mentioned the neighborhood receiving a noise complaint late last night, appearing offended that people thought it was coming from his house.
His face went scarlet.
Horny af for dottolone x reader rn ngl
MDNI
Just imagine accidentally walking into the room at the wrong time, knowing Dottore will be in his rare leisure hour for the day that he already rarely gives himself. You can smell the tea he likes to brew to unwind after a long day through the door.
And when you open it, there they are. Zandik has Feofan’s legs braced in either hand as he pummels straight into him, over and over. The Regrator’s leaking, neglected dick bobs in the air with every thrust as his head falls back onto the table that’s contents have been scattered about the floor in a rush.
Their moans are so pretty together. Feofan whimpers and breathes hard as his ass gets filled by Zandik’s cock, while the latter grunts and groans and says all of the filthiest things to his colleague.
“You love being treated like a slut, don’t you, Feofan? Taking my cock like this after reinstating our contract. Is this my true payment to you?”
And Pantalone is just losing his mind, drying cum coating his lower stomach as his next load prepares to splatter in the same place. And he’s right there, his moans picking up in volume and his toes curling and the feeling settling deep in his stomach and-
Zandik stops.
Feofan whines in protest.
“When did you arrive?”
Uh oh.
The two men stare at you, look back at each other, look back at you again, and their dicks throb even harder.
And poor you, Dottore’s little infatuation, accidentally walked in on their noisy, improper fucking. Neither man scowled nor chastised, nor did they rush to cover themselves up. Instead, they regarded you almost quizzically, as if formulating plans in their heads left unspoken to your ears.
“Come” demanded Dottore in a soft but stern tone.
You walked to his side immediately, unsure of, really, what else to do. His hand came up to cup your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. His mask wasn’t on at this time.
As he looked down at you, you noticed that Pantalone’s moans begun to come back in soft, short bursts. Zandik was moving his hips again, slowly, tantalizingly.
“Now, what I’ll do with you,” The Doctor began,
Dottore grabbed the base of the other man’s cock, lowering you down to take him all in one go. Pantalone almost screamed.
He made short work of your clothes, planting his hands firmly at your waist as he continued to fuck into Feofan still, your feet lifting off the ground as you were placed atop him, hovering just above his needy, weeping cock.
“…is make you useful.”
“Do a good job and I’ll forget this little disturbance ever happened.”
The bastard was having far too much.
The feeling of Feofan’s cock having filled you completely almost felt too much, and you begun to ride him in hopes of relieving the pressure. The two of you cried and whined and whimpered all to the pleasure of Zandik’s ears as he plowed his ass, keeping one hand on your hip to guide you up and down on his cock at the same time.
Feofan came hard inside of you at the same time that Dottore came into him, sending you over the edge in a blissful crescendo.
Dottore pulled back, admiring the two of you still on one another.
“Right, then. Both of you, collect yourselves and see yourselves out.”
“Seriously?!”
“I have work to do.”
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