Starry eyes

forever mine

[arisaturn]

Moonlit dove, where does your cove lie?

Arisa☆ 20s.

🎮 -> Tears of themis, genshin and hsr

📖-> Anything Dostoevsky, Oscar Wilde. I LOVE Classics

ᴅɴɪ: Misogynists, zionists, AI, pedos, any form discrimination, proshippers, minors with NSFW.

★彡 ▄︻デ𝑩𝒚𝒇══━一 彡★

This blog interacts with (n)sfw and dark content and is not spoiler free.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖🪐.𖥔 ݁ ˖

Just have basic human decency

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[arisaturn]

🌹⚖️

[arisaturn]

Nothing js got married 😝💍

Call me Mrs.Pearce

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SIR-

The f in rafayel's name stands for freaky . Why is he like this😭

[diz-eaze]

modern au teyvat wherein you're the first astronaut to land on the moon, eager to see what discoveries lie on a whole entirely different planet, only to see a lone woman perched upon moon rock who calls herself columbina, claiming this moon you stepped foot on is her home.

she's no ordinary human, if she's even one at all. unlike you, fully decked out in a spacesuit, she clearly doesn't bother with such manmade inventions as she floats around to show you her favorite places to visit here. she moves like she's underwater. strange creatures you come to know as kuuhenkis, outlandish flora and fauna, terrains you've never seen before, all nurtured under the guidance of columbina.

columbina plays the role of a good host in the beginning. the novelty of being on the moon and living here for a certain period of time barely wears off with each passing day. you often consult columbina's help with jotting down the species you see -- even if she pouts about being neglected. when you're not busy archiving information, she takes the opportunity to bombard you with questions.

where did you come from? what is teyvat like? what's family? how come you both understand each other? is she like you, a human, just left behind here on the moon?

most importantly: how come she can't touch you? why won't you remove your helmet for a bit?

you explain it time and again: you'll die without your spacesuit, but to columbina who's never experienced hardship living in outer space, it's a concept she can't fully grasp. you often find her fingers clinging to your helmet with a firm grip, only able to speculate how badly she wants to take it off.

your supplies eventually come short, and you know then that it's about time you return home. the moon is a mervelous place, but this is not home. your peers, your friends, and your family are all waiting for you. it's such a shame then that columbina doesn't want to send you back to teyvat.

[moonlightengel]

Haven't posted in months, but here's the mechanic Toji I spent forever on.

I don't typically post on tumblr so if you'd like to see updates and more drawings, follow my TikTok _moonlightengel_

[blueberrytrickster]

Come See Me In My Office (Blurb; LADS)

NSFW, 18+ MDNI

Description: You and Rafayel are both professors. Tensions rise and a sexual relationship develops.

WC: 1.4k

BEEN thinking about Prof Raf for a while now, however this idea received a new element bc of my LOVELY MOOTIE @galaconic's idea. BLESS YOU QUEEN. (TW: voyeurism/exhibitionism kinda??? i mean yeah lol)

Wish I could've wrote this using a name "Ms. Last Name" style but alas, for the x reader grind, I just went with "Miss"! Enjoy! I'VE NEVER WRITTEN RAF BEAR WITH ME!!! I KNOW THIS IS SECOND PLACE ON THE POLL BUT SNOWAPPLE IS COOKING TRUST!!!

- Blueberry જ⁀➴ ৻ꪆ (Masterlist)

This was months—and months—in the making. An endless tease…an endless flirtation…

“Miss, when are you going to stop by for a lecture?”

Passing you in the hall, “Can I stop by your class later?”

“So, Miss, when are you gonna let me paint you, hm?”

Leaning in close to you in one of the faculty offices, whispering, “You look cute today, Miss.”

All of which happened, over and over, long before you finally found yourselves stumbling into his office, ripping each other’s clothes off to explore every single inch of one another’s bodies.

Sat on his desk completely bare with your legs spread, “We r-really shouldn’t be doing t-this—ngh—s-shit.”

“Hm, why cutie?” His lips land on your inner thigh, his index and middle finger slowly pushing into your entrance, “It’s not like you’re my student or I’m yours...”

“Y-yeah, but—” you whine when his fingers are inside you completely, a slight curl upward, “oh m-my god…”

“But, what?” He starts to pump his fingers in and out, delicate and smooth, “Shh, you’re so pretty—being so good for me.”

You gasp, your fingers coiling around the edge of his desk for support, “And i-if we—nngh—get caught?”

He brings his mouth straight to your dripping cunt, hovering directly over your clit while his fingers continue to work you, “We won’t. Promise.”

All of those “little” comments—and lingering, burning gazes—built up over months, with the added coffee or pastry brought to you before your class started, left you here.

***

Why you ever agreed to this was absolutely beyond your comprehension. He was persuasive, very persuasive—to say the least. He promised he wouldn’t actually use it. However, even you weren’t naive to that particular glint in his eyes that you let you know he was lying. That lie excited you—so you agreed.

In recent weeks, you spent way too many mornings rushing out from his house to get to work on time. But this morning… This morning, after he made you cum numerous times, he then got down onto his knees, pushing a small oval-shaped vibrator into your already spent and leaking cunt.

“Raf—h-hurry up—I’m gonna be late—I-I—” He slows his pace, leaving teasing kisses along your slit until the toy is buried inside you completely.

“But…you’re just sooo pretty. Gonna be good for me today, hm? Don’t wanna make me use this—” he picks up the small remote by his side, “do you?”

You bite your bottom lip hard, peering down at him and shaking your head no. After using his other hand to spread your slit with his fingers to get a good look, he looks back up at you, “Oh? No, you’re not gonna be good for me? Or no, you wanna make me use this, hm?”

“No—n-no. I’ll be good, I swear. P-please, don’t use i-it.” Holding your slit spread with his fingers, his tongue grazes over your exposed clit and you whine loudly, still so sensitive from before.

He groans, licking you once more, “God, but you’re just so perfect. It’ll be sooo hard not to. I can see it now…”

You moan, a tremble already returning to your thighs, “R-Raf—”

He practically bats his lashes at you, cooing, “What about right now, hm? Before you go…”

“I c-can’t—we already—I’m g-gonna be—” with a simple click from his thumb on the remote, the toy starts vibrating, your walls immediately twitching and clenching around it at the feel of its subtle vibration, “Nngh!”

“So…pretty…” He drops the remote, both of his hands immediately gripping your thighs and holding you apart so he can suck on your clit.

He was sure to make you cum at least once more before you left—that much, came easy…literally.

Whether the toy was on or not, you were soaked all fucking day, your panties sticking and clinging to you as you squeezed your thighs together, which only prompted you to frequently recollect this morning. The fact that is was there, waiting under the threat of being used, made your cunt clench around it, over…and over. All. Day.

***

Toward the tail end of your last lecture for the day, your face falls mid-sentence at the feeling of a low vibration deep inside your cunt. That. Fucking. Asshole.

After struggling your way through your last few reminders, staying as calm as you are able, “Class— …dismissed!” With only a few brow raises around the room, when your students start shuffling out, you immediately sit down, trying to focus all of your attention on your desktop—hoping and praying there are no end-of-class questions. By the grace of all that is good, you receive none.

Once everyone is gone, Rafayel does a slow clap as he walks in, “Bravo, bravo, cutie.”

You snap your head toward the sound of his voice, your hands gripping the edge of your desk, “Y-you—!”

He tsks, walking closer to you, “Ah, ah. I mean what I said. You did a very good job.” 

With his left hand in his pocket, the closer he gets the vibration only gets stronger, “Mm—ngh—s-stop—holy s-shit—the d-door is still—”

He raises his brows, the pace of the vibration stabilizing—for now, “Open? Mhm. You should stay quiet, then.”

You whine, trying your very hardest to keep your voice down, “Rafayel—!”

He places his free hand on the edge of your desk, smirking down at you in your chair, “That’s Professor to you, Miss.”

You scowl at him, but your face can’t hold the expression long as your lips part and your burrows furrow, “We’re both—gah—mmmph—you asshole—ngh!”

His voice is a coo, drinking in each twitch of your expression, “So gorgeous…” When you let a quiet moan slip, he cocks a brow at you, “Are you gonna cum at your desk, hm?”

“P-please—h-holy fuck—” You tilt back into your chair, trying to squeeze your legs together to no avail.

Leaning in toward you, his right hand on your desk and his left still in his pocket, his look is beyond devious, “So naughty, what if someone were to walk in, huh?”

“Y-you—”

The vibration gets stronger, again, “Shh, be a good girl and keep your voice down.” He grins when your eyes close as you bite your bottom lip, “That’s it…”

Your eyes snap back open, “Raf!” You lean forward and snatch the end of his tie, drawing his face toward yours in desperation.

He tsks again, shaking his head, “Quiet. You can do it, cutie. You did so well while teaching your class. You can handle it, hm?” While staring down at your lips, “Now, the whole room is empty—just us.”

Quickly losing your ability to fight it for much longer, you gaze back at his own lips—his smirk—visualizing the look of him this morning, “F-fuck—nngh—”

His lips inch toward yours, “Mmhm, good gi—”

At the end of the room by the door, a voice breaks the tension and immediately makes you come back down to earth and silences Rafayel, “Miss? Oh—!” You instantly let go of his tie and he stands up straight, cocking his head back and to the side as you both look over.

“U-um—” thankfully, from his hand in his pocket, the device clicks off, “s-sorry, he was—”

He interrupts you, standing up straighter and using his teacherly tone, “Helping her navigate some documents on her desktop. Did you need something?”

“O-oh, um, I was just going to ask Miss when the study guide would be posted.”

“This weekend! Mhm, probably Fri—” he glances at you, his eyes widening slightly—he is taking you out this Friday, “Saturday. On Saturday.”

The student smiles, “Great, thanks! See you next week!”

“Of course, see you then.” You let out the deepest sigh when they turn around to leave.

As soon as the student steps out completely, you snatch his tie and draw him straight back down to your face. After an initial eyebrow raise, he grins, “Go close. That. Fucking. Door.”

“Yes, Miss,” he pulls his tie out from your grasp with his right hand, turning away and walking toward the door, “whatever you say.” From within his pocket once again, the device turns back on.

“Y-you—!” He closes the door all right, but only with him on the other side of it. You eek out a whine, “Raf!”

“Oh my god—” You know he’s staying at least relatively close by, the connection from device to remote not that strong. “That f-fucking—mmmph—nngh!”

You press your forehead down against the edge of your desk, gasping and squirming in your seat. You nearly shriek when you feel the vibration get just one notch stronger from the place it last left off. “O-oh—fuck—I’m gonna kill—nngh!” You squeeze your thighs together and bite your palm, mewling into your hand as you cum violently.

Just as you’re panting, still a hefty tremble in your thighs, your phone vibrates from a text message.

Rafayel: cum see me in my office cutie

This man was pure—tortuous and sexy—evil.

[levitonin]

Gojo x y/n

[guilty-simppppp]

Polaroid for 1743 followers tysm!

Been thinking about thighs on Leon’s shoulders :) somewhere between dl and 9?

[arisaturn]

Not bbno$'s fake ass petitioning to bring v* lko back lmao 😭 . He's the fakest bitch ik

[levitonin]

The strongest still walks alone

[dickerystuf-art]

Kitty bites Sukuna😼

[ellitx]

That’s the aphrodisiac talking venti calm your horny dih down

[justanara]

Genshin Impact Characters as specific feelings ✦ Mondstadt

- Includes: All playable Mondstadt characters -

- English is not my mother tongue so if you see any mistakes in grammar, feel free to correct me :)

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𝙑𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞 feels like the walk home from the last day of school. No more exams, no more homework late into the night, no more trying to manage your time to somehow fit studying and meeting your friends and having time for yourself when all you wanna do is rest. It's that feeling of freedom of no longer having any obligations and no consequences for not getting your work done. For the first time in a long time you can just breathe and that's ok.

𝙑𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙖 feels like when a friend, or someone you know, opens up to you about something personal and you get this feeling of both pride as well as responsibility. A part of you that says 'wow this person trusted me enough to share this with me' and the feeling that follows after of not wanting to disappoint them for being vulnerable with you. Taking their vulnerability and becoming a strong pillar that they can lean on. You will not disappoint them. They trusted you and you do not take that trust for granted nor do you plan to break that trust. You feel capable and strong and dependable and you know you are.

𝙆𝙖𝙚𝙮𝙖 feels like gazing at the sky as the sun is setting and lingering to watch the sky turn darker and darker and there's nothing you can do but watch it happen, there's nothing you can do to bring that breath-taking sunset back, only time can do that and who knows if you'll be there to see it again? Perhaps it's easier to look at the drink in your hand but the liquid in the glass just mirrors your own face back to you and this funny feeling in your stomach, your chest, it just grows. Who are you and what are you doing here? It's beautiful and yet so painful and confusing.

𝘿𝙞𝙡𝙪𝙘 is feeling the harsh winter cold on your skin right after you step inside into the warm. Coming home the first thing you do is wash your hands but your hands have gotten so used to the cold that even the luke-warm water is hurting your fingertips as if the water is burning hot. It's not. You're safe now but the biting cold is still hurting you. It will take same time for your body to adjust to the sudden temperature change. All you can do for now is remove the thick winter layers on your body one by one and let time handle the rest.

𝙅𝙚𝙖𝙣 is the feeling of accomplishment even if it costs you burning yourself to ashes. It's worth it, or so you tell yourself. Someone has to keep this boat floating after all and if not you then who? Were you not raised to play the role of a phoenix after all?

𝙍𝙤𝙨𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙖 is that feeling of knowing what you said was harsh but someone (you) needed to say it and they needed to hear it. After all, some people are meant to be triggers and it's better to accept your fate and make the most of the cards you've been dealt than to idly waste your time. Sharp and quick and efficient and if that makes you not so popular who are you to care? Aren't values more important than likability.

𝘼𝙡𝙗𝙚𝙙𝙤 feels like feelings that are too grand to be captured by words alone and yet you try anyway cause what other option do you have when all you are is human? Sure, everything you say will most likely get lost in translation (for how could they ever understand your mind?) so perhaps not speaking feels more true to your true self but shouldn't you at least try? At least make an effort? And if it all goes to waste, at least you can say you tried. At least you'll still have yourself.

𝙎𝙪𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚 is the feeling of a quiet curiosity inside of you. An excitement that's not grand but like a secret that's just yours. Like a daydream that transports you to another dimension. The excitement of possibility. The wondering of what's next and what if? The feeling of realizing we live in a world of endless possibilities and being filled with awe at that realization. A longing for what kind of answers you may stumble upon on your journey. You want to see and know it all.

𝙇𝙞𝙨𝙖 is the feeling of being the bigger person. Of keeping quiet in the face of someone who's proudly loud and wrong, knowing you're carrying a truth inside that they are simply not ready to hear. The feeling of knowing yourself and trusting your perception of the world despite what the countless opinions of others are trying to drill into your brain. Lisa is the feeling of holding quiet power that is often underestimated and knowing you need nobody's approval to live your life but your own.

𝘼𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 feels like running through sprinklers in summer without a care what passerby's are thinking or racing with a friend in an open field. Knowing that you are not naive, you know these good moment won't last forever, but choosing to savour them to the fullest exactly because they won't last forever. Taking every chance you want to, breathing ever breath to the fullest and filling your lungs with the air around you, feeling a racing heart behind your ribcage, a burning of excitement in your throat, your shaking body from running too fast, life can be so full and how lucky are you to get to feel it all? To see it all? To be right in it. Oh, to be right in it. Won't you blow a dandelion and make a wish? Who cares if it's silly.

𝙆𝙡𝙚𝙚 is the feeling of hearing good news but not just any good news. A surpirse to be more specific. Someone who knows you well, who took the time to learn who you are and prepared a little something to brighten your day. The feeling of looking around knowing you are in safe and loved hands. A warm fuzzy feeling starts spreading in your heart.

𝘿𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖 feels like the uncertainty of setting a boundary for the first time when you've been a people pleaser all your life. You think you're being a rebel for finally standing up for yourself when in reality you're a long way from where you wish you'd be. It'll take time but you'll get there, as long as you don't give up. As long as you keep trusting yourself.

𝙀𝙪𝙡𝙖 is the feeling of a quiet and cloudy grey-ish afternoon. It's not the type of quiet when you're done with all your responsibilities but the quiet that wraps the sky in a blanket before thunder strikes and rain falls. The calm before the storm. The quiet that carries an immense unspoken weight.

𝘽𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙩 feels like wiping your tears and the dirt off your clothes and getting up once more. Yes, you messed up and yes, you will mess up again but isn't that prove that you're alive?

𝙁𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙡 feels like sharing innocent little secrets with childhood friends, pretending (or perhaps even believing) they're big enough to actually change the world. Yes, maybe it's silly but doesn't it feel good to make those hidden behind bushes pinky promises, flushed cheeks from giggling and holding your breath, eyes full of wonder? No one but those who are let in on the secret will know and you wouldn't have it any other way.

𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙖 is the feeling of a longing for something far greater than the world itself but not knowing what it is exactly. So you keep your longing a secret. You fear most people would not understand. And you can't help but wonder, despite everything you know, why does it feel like you know nothing sometimes? It's too embarassing to admit how small you feel the more you learn about the world, it's better to pretend you got it all figured out even when you don't. To keep your longing for your eyes only and guard it. Keep it. You will figure it out. You just need time. Yes, time.

𝙍𝙖𝙯𝙤𝙧 feels like not minding the dirt and earth on your clothes. Water sprinkling on your skin from skipping rocks, twittering birds, feet in the creek, hands stained berry red, a rash on your leg from a nettle. Faded winter freckles becoming visible in sunlight, squinting until you find shade under a tree, muscles aching from walking too long and a sigh of relief when you finally find a resting spot. It's not just a walk in nature, it's the feeling that you're not seperate from it at all. That you've never been.

𝘽𝙖𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙖 feels like putting on a brave face and keeping a clear head in an emergency. The rush of adrenaline in your veins when you know you have to act quick, aware of the fact that you are capable of being the person that the people around you trust to fix the situation. Even if your mind is racing and heart is beating, all that has to wait for later for all your attention is required for the situation infront of you, and you will not disappoint. You can't allow yourself to disappoint. It's simply not an option.

𝙇𝙤𝙝𝙚𝙣 feels like remembering but pretending you don't. You shove it down but it shows and easily bleeds into your actions, regardless of who is aware and who is not. You can't rid yourself of the past no matter how often you tell yourself you're not chained by what happened. Deep down you know you are. Your actions give you away.

𝙋𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙚 is the feeling of finding something you thought you lost. An item, a feeling, a dream. The moment when you finally get hold again of what once slipped through your fingers so easily. You're grateful. So grateful. But you still feel you must be careful. What if you lose it again? The gratitude doesn't lessen your fear so you stay on guard but neither does the fear invalidate your gratitude so eventhough your guard is up your heart stays soft. It's a thin line, a subtle balance. All you have to do is to make the most with what you have and know it's good enough.

𝘿𝙖𝙝𝙡𝙞𝙖 is the feeling of both fear and excitement when that friend talks you into breaking some rules. Acting in secrecy for the sake of novelty. Breathing the night air into your lungs and running not to get caught, telling each other to hush with wide eyes and held back laughter. There's no ill-intent, just the longing for something more, something fun, something new. And it's always more fun with a friend than it is alone, wouldn't you agree?

𝘿𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣 feels like returning to your favorite childhood fairytales and books. The ones that once lulled you to sleep or the ones you'd read getting lost in in the library, on the couch in your childhood home, the backyard, the old garage, following the pictures in the books with your fingers. What a world of wonder to get lost in mere words and pictures. How was that even possible? Not that it mattered, not when all this magic pulled you right into the pages.

𝙉𝙤𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙚 is the feeling of knowing your hard work will pay off. You keep going through all the blood, sweat and tears. You know it will be worth it as long as you don't give up. Unshakable trust in your path. Unshakable trust in your efforts. Every step you take brings you closer to your goals and you don't plan on stopping anytime soon. No, not you.

[arisaturn]

Nothing js got married 😝💍

Call me Mrs.Pearce

[arisaturn]

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