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Your Room [Viktor x fem!Reader][Part 1/2]

Pairing: Viktor x fem!Reader Rating: E (18+) Chapter Content: fingering | Viktor has a filthy mouth | he calls you a whore (affectionately) | sexy stuff in a semi-public setting (but you guys are alone) | dirty talk (kind of) Proofread: not a chance in hell

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[crystalflygeo]

Surrogate eggs ft Zhongli + fem!reader

cw/tags: Egg-laying/Oviposition, semi-plublic sex, multiple orgasms, slight fingering, overstimulation, dirty talk, breeding kink, Zhongli has a dragon tongue, praise kink, sex toys??, improper use of geo (can you tell I love that tag?), pet names, some pain??, aftercare.

notes: I disappear for a week and come back with this absolute FILTH omg. It really is just almost 2k of egg-laying made sexy because I am a degenerate and want nothing more than Zhongli filling me up with eggs <3 sorry not sorry.

Having a 6000 years old dragon ex-god as a lover sure meant you were already more or less used to a certain… spice in your life.

But this, this was certainly new.

“Ah- Zhong- Hnnhg!”

Your legs tremble as a newborn fawn as you stray off the main path and lean against one of the golden ginkgo trees by the side, panting and whining softly.

“Are you alright dear? You look quite flustered.” Zhongli curiously trails after you, hands behind his back, perfectly poised. As if he wasn’t the one making the cor lapis eggs in your pussy vibrate and tease your insides. “Do you need to rest? We’ve barely reached the base of Qingyun peak.” He asks, an amused smile on his lips.

“B-bastard.” You huff out with a pout and immediately feel the vibrations intensify. “O-Oh… fuck-”

Three. Three small polished cor lapis pieces in the shape of eggs, warm and snug and deep inside you. They shift and rub against your sweet spots, pulsing at his will ever since you stepped foot in Jueyun Karst, at first it was an odd sensation but soon enough your panties were soaked, juices running down your legs as you struggled to keep standing, sweet noises coming out of your mouth that only made Zhongli’s gaze darken.

“Zhongli…” You cry out.

“Yes, darling?”

“S-stop… mmh”

“Oh? But you seem to be enjoying yourself so much.”

“Stop… playing dumb.” You grit your teeth, clinging to the tree for dear life. The vibrations calming down to a soft hum, a gentle fucking not unlike his cock. “Please I’m-” You whine again.

You feel his finger softly raise your chin and your hazy half-lidded eyes were met with glittering gold, his diamond pupils mesmerizing and his stare soft and affectionate but also domineering, commanding, and full of lust.

“What do you need, my dear? Tell me.”

You choke a moan at his authoritarian presence, shifting and rubbing your legs together as the pleasure robs you of your strength. “P-please… Zhongli, make me come, please I n-need- It’s not… enough.”  

His eyes shift to the side as he seems to consider it for a moment and you almost mewl for his attention, eyebrows knitting together trying to steel yourself.

“Alright.” He concedes, and leans forward to kiss you softly.

Well, at first.

The geo eggs inside you start to shake and vibrate more intensely and you gasp at the sudden rush of stimulation, Zhongli holds you and pulls you closer, taking the chance to snake his long dragon tongue into your mouth, quickly deepening the kiss and set on devouring you.  

“Hmpnnng-” He swallows your moan as you kiss back the best way you can but it’s suddenly so much- too much- you’ve been teased and edged all the way and he’s- he’s just-

Your body shudders in his arms and you let out a high-pitched noise as you climax. Your insides squeezing and milking the toys inside you, dragging on the pleasure for longer and you cling onto him as your legs threaten to give up. Bliss, pure bliss. And he hasn’t even touched you proper yet.

“There we go…” His rough voice mumbles as he breaks apart the filthy kiss, his hands rub at your hips and you vaguely realize the geo eggs have stopped again. He carefully maneuvers your pliant body until you’re both sitting on the yellowed Liyue grass, his back resting against the tree while you sit between his legs, your back pressed to his chest.

He spreads your legs and holds them open with his own, you blush heavily as you realize his intentions, hiking up your skirt to reveal soft thighs and wet panties to the world. The flimsy fabric is soaked and clings uncomfortably against your pussy, more so as you feel the soft breeze.

“W-wait… right here?”

It is true that barely anyone ever enters Jueyun Karst but it was still risky. A lost adventurer, a lone merchant… you weren’t that far from the main dirt path, anyone could walk in and see you… exposed like this.

Your insides clenched, throbbing around nothing but the eggs inside of you.

Archons you really were depraved.

Zhongli rubs your inner thighs comfortingly before pulling your panties aside, his long gloved fingers skim your heated pussy lips and rub at your hole as it twitches wildly in response.

“Zhongli…” You moan weakly. “I’m so full.”

“I know, you look so pretty with my eggs inside you. Breathtaking.” His other hand rubs circles on your navel. The warmth within the geo energy sent through him spreading heat in a sensual way. “How about you push them out for me and we can be done. I’ll take you home so you can rest, my precious mate.” He nuzzles you.

“W-wha…” You mumble dumbly, but instinctively lean to his touch.

“They’ve been inside you long enough, and… we’ve had our fun.” He explains, kissing at your jaw. Two of his fingers easily sliding inside you, making you jump. “Don’t you think it’s time to let them out? I want to see you lay them.”

Pressure builds in your gut and you nod, biting your lip. Her works those sinful fingers in and out of your pussy slowly, scissoring them to stretch you a little and you moan. Not that you needed that much preparation with the recent orgasm and your… activities early that morning.

After all, those eggs had gotten in somehow, hadn’t they?

Only a few moments later and you feel ready, panting rapidly as if you truly were going into labor yet at the brink of another orgasm, you weakly pulled his hand away “H-Hold me…” You mutter heatedly. Zhongli kisses you softly and you take a deep breath.

And push.

The first egg slides down freely inside you, rapidly moving until it catches at your entrance, it burns a little but feels so good, lightning up pleasured nerves in a way that had you mewling before the stretch disappears, coming out alongside your spilling juices and onto the grass.   

Zhongli doesn’t hesitate to slip his fingers back into your heated core to soothe the sore muscles and play with your pussy a bit more, rubbing over your raw clit to make your hips stutter and your legs shake trying to close.

“That’s the first one, two more.” He says softly, his chin resting on your shoulder as he obviously stares between your legs entranced. You flush at his actions. “You can do it.” He encourages you, elegant fingers spreading your folds lewdly and soaking in your essences.

The whole experience is making you dizzy.

“I-I just… I just need a moment.” You pant, groaning and shifting your position a little so you’re less sitting and more lying against him, lifting your hips slightly and offering him an even better view from above.

“Just imagine the real thing. There will be more of them, slightly bigger and thrumming with elemental energy.” He growled softly against your ear. “Our children. Our clutch.”

It’s just dirty talk. It’s just dirty talk and it sets your blood on fire to hear it. You know his base draconic instincts are going haywire with the idea and archons you want that. You want that so badly.

Another egg stretches your hole and you can only imagine what it looks like as it slips and spreads you open. “Ah- Ah!” You toss your head back, let out a long moan and strain the muscles of your stomach before finally it slips out.

“Good girl.” Comes his smooth baritone in the form of a praise. You sigh in relief, rutting against his fingers as reward. You see slick threads of your juices all over on his gloves, the shiny eggs and your pussy, connecting everything together in a mess of a shiny cobweb. It’s obscene.

It’s so hot.

“Just one more, darling.” The ex-archon soothes you, possessively rubbing at your navel once again although you feel something’s different, like something shifts a little inside you. “Though, I feel this one is just a little bigger… closer to the real thing.”

Your eyes widen.

“No, no, no, you did it on purpose… just now… m-make it smaller again, please!” You shake your head frantically, digging your nails against his arms and squirming against the feeling of his fingertips dancing around your folds.

“Shhh, shhh” He cooed, kissing at your neck. “You can do it, I know you can. Consider it… practice.” You can practically feel the smirk Zhongli presses against your skin.

“I already came so much…” You whisper, tears in your eyes. “Zhongliiii…”

“You got this.” He kisses your temple. “Just one more. I want to see that sweet pussy stretch around my egg, please?”

You groan at his filthy words, hips snapping against phantom stimulation as your pussy quivers. You brace yourself and breathe in deeply before squeezing your eyes shut and doing your best to push against the overstimulation. Your hole stretches impossibly wide, widening against the grit of the egg and pressing against your clit making you keen. It rests there a few seconds, heavy, solid, before finally popping out with a wet squelch, dropping right by the other two, and you scream at the excruciating mix of pain and pleasure.

For a moment you can’t even breathe, much less speak as you rest a little. Black spots dance in your vision and your ears are ringing. When you come to again Zhongli is desperately peppering you with kisses, caresses and praise. Hugging you close and growling dark promises into your skin.

“-did so well. My little mate. My perfect mate. Want to breed you for real. Fill you up. You’d give me wonderful little half adepti. So good for me. Truly worthy to be a dragon’s mate. Should keep you in my nest. Love you so much-”      

Sluggish, you close your legs and pull down your skirt clumsily, ignoring the soreness and sticky feeling as your body sags against him in exhaustion.    

The dragon is practically purring, having mellowed down a little yet obviously pleased after having you bear his eggs, albeit fake ones. The intention is there… as well as the possibility for the future.

“We should go to the abode, you deserve a good rest. I’ll clean you up and get you something to eat and drink, hm?”

“Just a little more, Li.” You mumble tired. “It’s warm and cozy here…”

He chuckles and pets your hair. “Alright.”

[festive]

Always n Forever ꕤ

a story in which, Morax has always had his eyes on you, one of Guizhong’s priestess — after a long battle and the succession of defending Guili plains, she allows him to have his way with you as a reward.

wc: 5.6k (sorry!)

contents+warnings: fem!reader, heavy breeding, mating presses, marking, overstimulation, cum eating, female!reader, monsterfucking, anal, vaginal penetration, use of aphrodisiacs, dubcon(?), size kink, slight spoilers(?), blowjobs, reincarnation. (This kinda follows the what if theory that Ningguang is the reincarnation of Guizhong.) HALF DRAGON ZHONGLI!

a/n: this has been sitting in my docs for about a month, posting it for @thicksimpx 🫶🏼 anyways, thank you to my beta readers: @manjiroscum @bubble4u & @gabzlovesu 💗

Men, women, children, and even adepti gather in the plains of Guili for this night of repose — gathering around the trees that were birthed from the earth while they sing songs of victory underneath the golden leaves as the gods sit high above.

“The Guili assembly has grown quite significantly,” Guizhong muses. There’s a smile on her face as she fondly watches the humans rejoice in victory below. Some of them were born here, while others sought refuge after losing their homes in the war — Guizhong loved them all the same. “And even though this victory is temporary, I wish all nights could be like this.”

And although Guizhong is talking, her companion, Morax, does not say anything. Instead, he takes a sip of his wine from his dish as he watches intently below — his gaze focused on the form of a woman, carefully stringing along her guzheng as children crowd around her.

From the corner of her eye, Guizhong catches a glimpse of Morax hunched over, his chin resting in his palms as he focuses on something other than her.

“Is there something on your mind? I’ve never seen you so focused,” Guizhong teases, taking a sip of her wine. “Or perhaps someone?”

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[honeydazai]

Tighnari -> breeding

content: nsfw, breeding kink, praise, mentions of pregnancy and creampies, Tighnari has a knot | reblogs & comments appreciated!

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Tighnari was a gentle lover. 

He was attentive and kind, always aware of what exactly you needed when you needed it; the pace with which he fucked you with was usually slow and deep. Sensual. 

He liked to press his lips just below your jaw whenever he pushed into you, pressing loving kisses to your skin until he had bottomed out, and he made sure to make you cum at least once before he took you properly. 

He had each of your preferences memorised perfectly; he knew whether you preferred him to lick or suck at your clit, whether you enjoyed having your nipples played with or not, and he never failed to make you absolutely lose your mind in pleasure, all your muscles turning to jelly. 

Tighnari was a gentle lover, until he suddenly wasn't. 

Unaware, dare you say naïve, as you were, you hadn't known about ruts, though they appeared to be quite a big deal if the way Tighnari was currently pounding into you was anything to go by. 

His narrow hips slapped against your own, his nails were digging into the soft skin of your waist and you cried out sharply at a particularly hard thrust. 

Your back arched off the bed, your eyes fluttered closed, and, God, you were almost sure that the head of Tighnari's dick was hitting against your cervix with how deep he was, with how full you felt. 

“So good for me, aren't you?” His voice was raspy, lower than usual, and it sent a shiver up your spine. “God, you feel fucking perfect around me, so hot and tight. You're such a good girl.” 

The praise earned him a needy moan from you, the noise high-pitched, and you couldn't help but clench around him. The sudden tightness caused both of you to groan. 

“You're so pretty like this.” Tighnari's breath was warm against your neck; suddenly, he reached down to feather his thumb over your clit, and you whined, the noise breathy. “Gorgeous, really. And you'll be even more stunning after I've filled you up.”

Without even meaning to, you tightened around him, wet walls pulsing as heat rose to your cheeks because of words. This really wasn't something you had ever imagined but, suddenly, you found yourself unable to think of anything but him filling you, getting you pregnant. 

Tighnari's chuckle had a mocking tone to it. “Oh? Seems you liked that, didn't you? Is that what you want, love?” A grunt as he pushed into you again. “For me to fill you up until you're dripping with my cum? For me to breed you?” 

You whined in response, the noise utterly needy. Sweat dripped down your neck, arousal coiled heavily in your abdomen, and everything felt so damn hot — your clit was throbbing, your lips open as more high-pitched sounds fell from them. “Please—” 

“So you do?” Tighnari huffed out a laugh, though his grip on your hips tightened. His next thrust had you all but keening; your sight blurred when, suddenly, your orgasm crashed over you without a warning. The constant stimulation of your clit was overwhelming. “That's cute, darling. I'll just do that then.” 

Pain and pleasure mashed together into one confusing emotion as Tighnari kept fucking you through your orgasm, his pace unrelenting; you whimpered pathetically as your wet walls pulsed around his cock, all but sucking him in despite the dull ache in your abdomen.

“Please”, you eventually choked out, though forming coherent words seemed like a herculean task right now, “Please, Tighnari, fuck—, want you to knock me up, please.” 

You moaned as your words made his dick twitch inside of you, and your thighs trembled when liquid warmth filled you up moments later, his dick growing in width and, oh—, the sensation of your cunt being stretched even wider was overwhelming, indescribable, and tears welled up in your eyes before you knew it.

“Ah. I forgot to tell you about the knot, didn't I?” Tighnari's smirk was cheeky, his ears twitching. You merely whimpered in response. “Just be glad for the brief break you're getting. Once it goes down, I'll take you again and again.” 

Your cheeks seemed to grow impossibly more hot as he leaned down, green eyes sparkling with mirth. “After all, we want to make sure it really takes, right? We'll have to go for quite some more rounds if you really want to end up pregnant. But don't you worry, love. I'll breed you properly.” 

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[thehoneyedgardens]

challenge

Tighnari knows you didn't mean anything by it, but a challenge is a challenge. His instincts demand a response.

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fem reader x tighnari, accidental dominance challenge, feral/instinct driven tighnari, dubcon, scenting, one use of "good girl", no prep, doggy style, pinning, marking/biting, knotting, brief breeding kink, creampie.

He knows you don't mean it.

The two of you have exchanged playful nips before—little catches of your teeth against skin, a little shock of pain that smooths into something silken—throughout your friendship. It's familiar. The salt of your skin under his sharp teeth almost tastes like home.

Still, Tighnari realizes, just a moment too slow—he should have warned you.

You bite down into the meat of his shoulder, sinking your teeth into the muscle with enough power to bruise, and Tighnari shudders.

It’s been years since someone has challenged his dominance. 

He knows you don’t mean it.

But his blood has gone hot beneath his skin, the rushing of his pulse filling his sensitive ears. He bares his teeth with a low growl, all rumbling summer thunder. 

You go still. You pull back from him slowly.

“Tighnari?” you ask softly. “Are…are you okay?”

He’s trembling, his fingers sunk into his thighs, trying to rein in the instincts that have roared to life in his very core. You didn’t mean it. You aren’t challenging him; he’s not a kit anymore, setting his status in the pack. 

You ghost your fingers over his shoulder, murmuring his name again, and he breaks.

He strikes quick and true, looping his lithe, callused fingers around your wrist and using the leverage to flip you over and bundle you under him. You yelp, a chirp of sound, and he tugs you back when you try to wiggle out from under him. There’s heat to you, like the sultry warmth of a summer day. He presses down against your back with another rumbling growl, your ass nestled into the cradle of his hips.

“Tighnari!” you cry out. “Hey! What are you—”

“Stay down,” he grits from between his teeth. You try to push up again, your ass brushing against his hardening cock, and he snarls. He sets his teeth into the nape of your neck, the tip of his tongue dragging against your skin, a whisper of wet heat. He can hear his own rabbiting heartbeat. There’s something twisting beneath his skin, something carved into his bones pulsing to life inside of him.

You shift. 

It feels like the promise of a fight.

Tighnari bites, sinks his teeth into your skin like an anchor. “Down,” he growls. He bites down harder, until he hears you choke out a little noise. He presses forward against you with a little roll of his hips, and you go limp under him.

He relaxes his jaw a hint. 

You don’t move.

You’re panting against the floor he’d knocked you down to. Your heartbeat reminds him of the crash of the waves against the shore. Wild and loud. He can hear each beat of it.

He can also smell you. 

It’s not the first time he’s been able to scent your cunt; it’s been on your fingers before, when he caught you between shifts. He’d heard you long before he’d scented you, the wet schlick of your fingers in your cunt practically all he could hear as he headed to your quarters. You’d just cum when he’d knocked. 

With the sound of his own name on your lips ringing in his ears, Tignari made sure to have you sign your patrol notes with his own pen. He watched as you hesitated before taking it. You could barely look at him when you handed it back, and he pressed his thumb into the small, damp smudge you’d left on the barrel. 

He thought it was a thick, sweet scent then, even when it was just lingering on his pen. But now—now it’s so heavy he can almost taste it. 

His ears quiver; his tail whips. He doesn’t think about it. He puts more of his weight on you, grinding his hard cock into the softness of your ass. He slips a hand into the hem of your loose sleep shorts and yanks them down with a low snarl. It’s hard, with you pinned under him, but his strength makes up for it. They get caught around your thighs, but it’s enough.

“Tighnari,” you hiss out. “Seriously, what are you doing?”

He sinks his teeth back in. 

You croon out a low moan, a heated song. He rocks his hips against you; your scent goes heady, lush like sticky-sweet fruit. 

He pulls back, dragging your hips up with him until you’re forced to your hands and knees. You’re pliant, letting him manhandle you as he pleases. It makes his cock twitch. 

Tighnari isn’t sure when he gets his own pants down far enough to expose his throbbing cock, too lost in the instincts that have sunk their teeth into him. He comes back to himself as he hooks his fingers around the gusset of your panties and draws them to the side. 

The cotton comes away from your cunt with a wet squelch. Your scent billows around him, and his fingers tighten on your hip. Your pussy is already glistening, practically shimmering in the lamplight. 

“Wet,” he grunts, rubbing the tip of his cockhead against your hole, coating himself in the growing mess of your slick. It catches on the rim. “So wet.”

You jolt. “Wait, wait, you didn’t prep—”

He rolls his hips, and you hiccup as you spread open around him, stretched tight over the thick head of his cock. He grabs a handful of your ass to spread you further, so he can watch himself disappear into you. 

“Fuck,” you whimper, clamping down on him. He can feel your walls struggling around his girth as he splits you open. Your back bows as he presses forward, as he bullies his way deeper and deeper into your cunt with mean little thrusts. 

You mewl when he hilts in you. You’re hot around him, pulsing as you wiggle your hips to try and ease the way he’s spreading you. He rumbles a warning, the sound rolling through him. You go still.

“Good,” he says. “Good girl.” 

You breathe out a moan at that. Your cunt pulses, fluttering around him. 

Tighnari draws back. His cock is soaked with you, your slick shining on his skin. You roll your hips back, trying to take him in again.

He snarls, setting one of his hands between your shoulder blades and bearing down. “No,” he growls. He pins you in place under him, caught between the way his cock is spearing deep and the hand heavy on your back. He wraps his tail high on your inner thigh, ignoring the way the fur starts to dampen immediately.  

He fucks back into you with a sharp, hard thrust. You yip with it, shifting under his hand. He puts more of his weight onto it, tugging your hips up with his other hand. You tighten around him, and he groans with it. 

You arch as he starts to fuck you fast, with little strokes that keeps him close, that keeps him filling you as much as he can. The sounds of your messy cunt echo around the room, each wet noise accompanied by a soft, broken moan. He drives into your pussy hard, keeping your chest pinned to the floor. 

“Tighnari,” you whimper. “Please, please—”

He curves over you, rolling his hips deep, until you’re kicking out with each thrust. He snarls and sinks his teeth back into the nape of your neck, slotting perfectly into the teeth marks he’s already left behind. 

You cum on his cock with a sound he’ll never forget, your cunt clamping down. He hisses between his teeth. It’s hard to keep fucking you through it, your fluttering walls gripping him. His knot is starting to swell, too, popping in and out of the rim of your hole with more and more difficulty. 

Sparks skitter down his spine as you spasm around him before slumping down, only his iron grip on your hip keeping them up. You’re wet down to your inner thighs now, and you tremble with each shove into your swollen, overworked pussy. Your panting echoes in his ears. 

When he fucks back in, his knot big enough to be noticeable, you whine. You lift your head and try to turn enough to peer back at him. Tighnari catches a glimpse of your profile, already fucked-out, before presses down between your shoulders again. You give in without a word, slumping back down to the floor.

He strokes in again, feeling his knot catch before it pops out once more. He snarls, grabbing your hips with both hands and grinding deep, until his knot pushes past the rim of your hole and flares wide, locking the two of you together. You jolt. 

“Fucking you full,” he growls, his thighs going tight as the knot of pleasure in his gut breaks. “Get you round with kits.” 

You twitch in his grip as he bites down on you again, sinking his fangs deeper still, as he cums. His cock kicks in you, spilling hot ropes of cum in your cunt, buried deep inside. Another moan spills from your lips. 

Panting, Tighnari lets go of your nape and laves gently over the brutal teeth marks there. He sinks down on top of you, though he’s careful with his weight. “Don’t move,” he tells you, turning both of you onto your sides to be more comfortable. “Stuck together.”

“Do I even want to ask?” you mutter sleepily.

“Dominance bite,” he says, voice hoarse. He’s still caught up in it a bit, grinding into you as he cums again. He cups at your belly without thinking. “Triggered my instincts. Knotted you.” 

“I triggered you?”

“When you bit me,” he says, licking over his bite mark again as he starts to truly come back to himself. You shiver. “Tried to assert your dominance.”

“I wasn’t—”

“Later,” Tighnari says. “You should rest.”

You try to glance at him over your shoulder. “Why?”

He fucks into you again with a mean little thrust, instincts flaring at your cry as his knot tests your limits.

“Not done yet.” 

[dilucssv-deactivated20251203]

you and thoma…oh farmer boy x city girl trope strong in my mind…do u see the vision gray? do you? he bewitches you with his earnestness and broad arms and he is enamored by your soft demeanor…my mind is full

LAMB IMSHAKING YOU BXBXBDBXAKDH listen i never stop thinking about Thoma as a country boy LMFAO it’s so sexy

i….i cant explain what just came over me

warnings: fem reader, city girl reader, country boy Thoma, drinking sweet iced tea bc we’re southern here, cunnilingus, piv, cumming inside, nickname “angel” is used. Thoma is perfect thanks!! not edited ajhdhdhd

MINORS/BLANK/AGELESS BLOGS

Being the sweet city girl whose little sports car breaks down by the side of the road in the supposed middle of nowhere. Trying to get your phone to work and a few moments later an old pickup drives by you and stops. The most gorgeous, sun kissed blonde man stepping out with a friendly wave jogging over to you. Thoma is his name he says, asking if you’d like to ride to his home right up the road to use his phone - or EVEN BETTER. Tells you he can fix your car up for you he just has to have it towed up to his garage in the morning.

Thoma opens the door for you and watches you climb in the truck, averting his eyes immediately when the wind whips and he almost catches a glimpse of your baby blue panties underneath your dress. He takes you to his little house on a nice plot of land, his house is spotless, his dog obedient as he waits for his owner to come back and get a head pat.

“He’s friendly. Don’t worry!” Thoma calls, chuckling when the pup nuzzles into your hand and barks happily when you scratch behind his ears.

“The phone is there, let me make you a glass of tea.” he points and you fiddle with your fingers, watching him strip his denim jacket off to showcase his strong shoulders and biceps in a thin black tank before running a hand through messy hair that’s kept tied in a ponytail. You make your call, coming and sitting in the small kitchen beside the man as he pours you a drink, the tea is strong and cold, sweetened to perfection and you smile into it, not seeing how Thoma’s cheeks warm at your pretty little grin.

He’s so nice. So kind and accommodating, especially so when he makes the suggestion you sleep in his room (he will take the couch of course!) thrusting a beautiful knit blanket into your arms that he tells you his mama made him as a kid before he left home. It smells like a home you’d like know someday.

You shower, awkwardly putting on some of the pajamas you had packed on your bag while traveling - Thoma drove down to your car to grab it for you, sitting on his bed as smiling at photos of him and his friends on the nightstand. You make the mistake of coming out of the bedroom right when Thoma finishes his own shower. Towel low on his waist and you can see the veins on his adonis belt leading down to the patch of hair just above his cock. His pecs and biceps are slick with dripping water and his hair is down, still a little damp and sticking to his neck. You squirm, gripping the doorframe as he blushes and rubs the back of his neck, looking at your legs in your little shorts and the softness of your chest in the dip of the tank top you’re wearing. The tension is thick, you lick your lips and apologize, turning back into your (his) room and closing the door with a sigh.

You can’t sleep, not at all. So you opt for looking out the window and gasp.

The stars. There’s more than you’ve ever seen in your life, vast and twinkling by the billions. The window is open just enough to make the white curtains billow around you, bringing in the smell of dirt and grass and life.

The door opens, Thoma mumbling an apology, he just forgot his phone charger. You’re pretty in the moonlight, the shine of it reflects in your eyes and he strides over beside you with a smile, looking at the sky.

“The stars don’t look like this in the city, huh?” he says.

“No. It’s beautiful here. You like living here?” you look over at him and his long hair is swept over his shoulder and he grins, laughing under his breath,

“It’s everything to me. Living here. I left my ma a long time ago and….found myself. It’s my home.”

You smile and sigh, turning your attention back outside,

“I want that. To find a home I mean. A place where I belong.”

It could be here. Thoma thinks. He doesn’t say it out loud.

“I‘ll help you in any way then. Starting with your car in the morning.” he promises. His eyes are so green you feel like you could get lost in the color when his gaze lingers on you. It’s quiet, the wind dying down and you’re happy that you don’t miss it - when he looks at your lips.

“You gonna kiss me, Thoma?” you whisper, watching his adams apple bob and he nods,

“If you’ll let me.” he smiles,

“I think I’d let you do anything to me.” you laugh, leaning in when Thoma’s hand slides behind your neck, squeezing it as he slots his lips against yours. It’s a soft moan when your tongue licks against the seam of his lips and his other hand pulls you in by the waist, softly groping at your skin over your pajamas.

“Anything, angel? You’re sure pretty and sweet to be saying something naughty like that to a man you just met.” he huffs, cheeks and ears pink when he presses his forehead to yours.

“You wouldn’t hurt a fly Thoma, I know you’ll take care of me.” you swallow, and he laughs, the grip on your neck moving down your spine to settle on your lower back.

“I hate flies, actually. But…yeah…lemme take care of you.” he nudges his nose against yours, pulling your shirt over your head and pressing your bare chest to his and kissing you hard, letting you melt on his arms as your tongues move together and next thing you know you’re on your back, hips in the air while this man you just met this afternoon peels your shorts and sticky panties down your legs.

The stars glitter, you hear a coyote howl in the distance as Thoma curses softly under his breath and kisses your clit, nosing through your folds with care and breath tickling the hair of your mons.

“You’re so sweet, I want to kiss you here over and over.” he murmurs, voice almost a whine while his thumbs hold you open and he kisses and kisses your clit between dipping his tongue inside your hole for a long lick. Your hand grips his hair as he eats you out, legs trembling and Thoma takes his time, suckling your clit until you can hear clicks of his mouth on the bundle of nerves. You’re squealing, it’s soft and pitiful as your breathing grows ragged and he brings you to a soft orgasm, his wet lips drawn up in a smile as you gasp his name during climax.

Thoma crawls over your body, kissing you deep and tender, and your heady taste on your mouth. You yank at his shirt, pulling it over his head and watching the dog tags tucked underneath fall out, the clinking metal against his lithe but sturdy chest. He pulls his cock out and strokes it, the beads of precum lubricating it before he presses the tip against your pussy. He shivers, feeling you clench and trying to pull in his cock.

“You’re sure…sure you want this? Want me?” he looks at you, your tits heaving, eyes half lidded and lips swollen from his kisses,

“I want you.” is all you have to say, to reassure as he presses himself inside and you moan, loud and wanton. Wrapping your arms right around Thoma’s shoulders when he leans over you, kissing your neck while his hips thrust into you, bony pelvis rubbing against your engorged clit and more slick pouring from you to stick to your bodies - the sounds of wet slapping and cries of bliss being carried out through the crack in the window.

“You feel so good Thoma, please don’t stop, I…” you’re shaking again, trying to look away shyly when he leans up on his elbows and looks into your eyes.

“Here, ‘m right here angel, gonna cum for you. You gonna cum for me?” he whimpers, nudging his nose with yours again in a way so tender you swore you did this with him in another life. Thoma’s thrusts grow erratic just as the sensation of him rubbing at your clit starts to white your vision. His hand cups your chin and he looks right at you when his jaw drops, straining to say your name as his hips stutter and he cums, your own climax crashing over you as you writhe beneath him and your pussy pulses tight around his cock.

He kisses you across your face, making his own constellations of stars to light you up as you bask in the afterglow. You’re smiling at each other, stroking his hair that’s messy and matted against his forehead and he nuzzles into your touch.

“Let’s have some more tea, we should rehydrate” He suggests with a sheepish smile.

The next morning when you awake in his arms, greeted by the sun and by a man like sunshine itself, you hope your car takes a little while to repair.

(It eventually gets fixed, you end up preferring to drive Thoma’s truck anyway)

pspsps reblogs and feedback are very very appreciated ! ♥️

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night shift | vamp shigaraki x reader  •°ˎˊ˗

18 + only! minors do not like, reblog or follow!  🦷

ᨳ  wc: 5k

ᨳ  contents: no quirk au, vampire shigaraki, established relationship (friends w/ bloody benefits), pining (from both of u. get a rOOM) , power dynamics (soffffff dom tomu), teasing, pet names (baby, sugar, princess), condescension + very slight degradation, dacryphilia, caretaking (in a weird, creepy way), oral (f! receiving), fingering, penetration (missionary + doggy w big dick shigaraki ibfewjdb), lotsa finger sucking, manipulation/ corruption, possessive + slightly toxic tomu

ᨳ  warnings: DARK CONTENT! biting (tomura bites ur neck and drinks ur blood), detailed description of blood, gore, and a puncture wound (tomura cleans an dresses it for you), vampire typical violence, bruising, pain play, afab fem reader w/ she/her pronouns (sundress, pink panty set), power imbalance, reader fits in shigaraki’s lap and generally gets tossed around a little, drool/ spit, overstim, aftercare (like more than once), bloody sex/ blood kink, predator/ prey but only by default it’s not rly a focus, reader gets really woozy from blood loss so there’s a somno element, SUPER inaccurate medical advice. oh my god. pure vampire logic i didn’t even rly google anything this time

ᨳ  notes: cheesy vamp fic bc who would i be if i didn’t write him one? also i’m begging u to read the warnings for this! pls don’t read if ur squeamish / triggered by blood ): i promise other than that this is very sweet tho!!

“Need a ride?” 

You shoot a quick glance up from your spot on the curb, barely lifting your head from the cradle of your palms as you tutt at him. 

“Not from you.” 

“C’mon, Princess. I know you don’t have anything better to do. S’dangerous for someone like you to be out here so late.”

You scoff at his choice of words and he crouches down in front of you, dangling his keys between forefinger and thumb. You can’t help but notice how gentle his grip is, how soft his hands look even after a long shift across the street from your gas station. 

He reaches out to pinch your nose and scrunches his own at you- his impression of a smile. 

“I’ll watch one of your shitty horror movies with you.” 

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[satorhime]

off the table.

ଘ pairing: gojo satoru x female reader ft. nanami kento  ଘ genre:  smut, porn without (much) plot ଘ word count: est. 6.2k ଘ beware: kinkshame gojo? gojo’s kink is being kinkshamed, slight dom!gojo, slight dom!nanami, exhibitionism, voyeurism, public sex, a sprinkle of humiliation, under the table fingering (female!receiving), dirty talk, swearing (as usual), spit kink, mild degradation, lots of pda, slight!panty stuffing, three’s a party not a crowd, nanami is there to watch, teasing, edging (briefly) no one save nanami he doesn’t really want to be saved, not thoroughly proofread (expect errors), usage of alcohol (briefly) ଘ synopsis: “gojo satoru’s guidebook to public sex, rule #1:  getting caught will not stop me from busting a nut.”  ଘ notes:  staring at gojo’s pretty fingers will do this to you, i swear. i’ve been so excited to write a bit of gojo so i hope you all enjoy this guy being a public menace, don’t call the police aha. i plan on making this a tiny series with two parts to conclude the spice if this one is loved so as always, reblogs and comments = kisses and hugs!!!!  ♡   

gojo satoru had deactivated his infinity.

no one else noticed, of course. they didn’t notice the subtle shift in the atmosphere. didn’t feel the tiny rift in the fabric of space being snapped back into place. or the defeated howl of an enemy of the six eyes kicking rocks because they’d missed the opportunity to clobber the insufferable idiot over the head. most would only realize it if they tried to strike him and the blow landed, or if he gave one of his enthusiastically unwanted hugs and you felt the warmth of his biceps enveloping you.

though you’d need a top university professor to understand even the basic science behind his inherited, limitless powers, you could never miss it.

you, an empath, also knew this meant trouble. gojo usually wore the technique like one would a warm fur coat during a blizzard. a second skin, if you may.

so yes, this definitely meant trouble.

but for who?

all sorcerers ( excluding beloved students )  operating from the tokyo and kyoto campuses have been summoned to a secure location for a meeting of utmost importance. the meeting of utmost importance? principle gakuganji’s birthday dinner at a michelin star, rooftop restaurant. you have to admit, the paid night off from exorcising curses is nice and the place is exquisitely beautiful. romantic, warm lighting illuminates dark oak tables and lush zen gardens. minimalistic, artful plates are served at a price that would make your credit card read the check and weep tears of debt.

the setting is pleasant and quiet with sorcerers you could almost call friends drinking responsibly and chatting comfortably. or it would’ve been quiet, if not for your boyfriend laughing himself hoarse at the thought of the higher-ups bribing sorcerers with a night off just to get someone to attend a party for the unlikable principle of the kyoto campus. he laughed himself into the other sorcerers ignoring him completely, so now his attention is completely on you. 

needless to say, you’ve been feeling wary the entire time. you know that when he didn’t have something to stimulate that big brain of his— especially during events like this— he’s a complete hellion to society. and society, in this scenario, is always you.

oh, no.

it’s funny how you already know what he’s up to. it’s even funnier how, at first, he kept you at an arm’s length, in fear of you orbiting too close and seeing too much. now, you know things about him. sickeningly sweet details like his favorite dessert, his greatest fear, the brand of shampoo he uses.

and most importantly, his nastiest fucking kink.

gojo satoru’s guidebook to public sex, rule #1:

getting caught will not stop me from busting a nut.

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[ffxiv-ariavitali]

Tis smol non! This has been haunting me and I can’t sleep till I get the ask sent; Thancred, G’raha and Estinien x WoL feeling their baby kick for the first time? My heart is so soft rn I’m,,,,,

this is so soft i wanna criiiiii ;A; (i’m sorry this took so long to answer)

❅ ❅ ❅

[Thancred]

When you felt stirring in your stomach, you immediately called on Thancred. He made some jest, but you can see the sparkle in his eyes—he’s excited, just as much as you are. You urge the man to place his hand on your stomach and he did so immediately. Sensitive as he was to any change to your body, he hones in, feels and just waits.

Then, he feels it and your eyes widen at the sensation, for it was only a moment’s pass before the two of you felt it—the baby kicking within.

“By the gods,” Thancred whispers, a fond expression on his face.

Your smile is soft, heart warming to the notion that your baby has already accepted the man as their father. In Thancred’s eyes, you notice that the man also recognizes what’s going on and tears begin to stream down his tears. Happy tears, you know, and you hold the man close, for all you could.

He collapses to his knees and presses the side of his head against your stomach; he doesn’t want to let go.

[G’raha]

The moment that you tell him that you felt stirring within, G’raha drops his tome with a paling face. He quickly rushes to you, spewing a bunch of questions to whether or not you were alright in the misunderstanding that you were feeling unwell. 

It took a bit for you to calm him down, but once you do, you see his eyes twinkling like the stars in the night sky with hands hovering over your stomach. You laugh sweetly, patting his head as he kneels before you in a silent bid of permission.

“Go on, love,” you tell him. 

The moment that you register the sensation of his hands on your stomach, the warmth emanating from his fingers towards you, you both feel the baby kicking for the first time. The both of you look towards each other, stunned and in disbelief, before G’raha gets to his feet and takes you into his embrace, rubbing his cheek against your own in excitement.

[Estinien]

“Estinien, Estinien!” you exclaim excitedly.

The dragoon glances towards you with a raised brow, a questioning and weary gaze that would initially appear as if he was exhausted with how hysterical you were being. However, upon further inspection—and through the eyes of those that truly know him—he was actually worried about you tripping and falling over yourself as you quickly approach him.

“What in the- Settle down and calmly tell me what has occurred, you,” Estinien grunts, hands on your arms to hold you still in one place.

You beam at him with sparkling eyes as you take reach out to his hands and place them on your stomach. Before he could release a retort, he could feel the baby stirring within you and it was enough to get him to quiet. 

Within seconds, he feels the baby kicking within and his eyes widen. You smile proudly—not only of yourself, but of your baby—and allow yourself to be taken into the man’s embrace. You can feel the man’s figure shaking and you rub his back as you return his hug, humming soft melodies to support and reassure your partner.

[ladyramora]

If you haven’t already, could you do reactions for the Fortemps family finding out the wol is pregnant with Haurchefant‘s child after he’s already passed? And if possible, what roles they might try to take up in the child’s life with the wol being a single parent and all. Thank you!

Count Edmont

Shock. Awe. A happiness that is bittersweet. Vows to make up for all his son had suffered by giving his grandchild everything that had been denied his son. Calls you his “dear child”. Holds you when you cry. Tries his damnedest to be most doting, loving grandfather there ever was. An added father figure in your life as well.

Artoirel

Is noticeably softer. Regretful of the way he had treated his younger brother in thanks to his mother’s bitterness and manipulations. Of the way he had treated you at the start. He promises to be there for the child. To be there for you. He is particularly embarrassed by the assumptions he had made of Haurchefant’s regard for you. Sisterly? Clearly that had clearly not been the case. Buys you too many presents in a bid to be well prepared. He is awkward, still emotionally stilted at times, but trying his best. Wants to be a good uncle. (Might be a little in love with you, but it’s a Fortemps thing. They’ve a weakness for you, the whole bloody family. He should have known this would happen.)

Emmanellain

The one who cries like a baby and wants to touch your belly. Talks to the baby constantly, telling stories of Haurchefant and his own shenanigans. Has Honoroit at your beck and call despite your protests. Insists on putting together baby furniture; very badly. Honoroit ends up doing most of it as Emmanellain lays on the floor and complains. The fun uncle, of course. (Honoroit is an honorary uncle. He might cry a little. He’s so, well, honored!)

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[ladyramora]

Omfg that estinien fic was amazing!!!! Could you do the same type of thing (courting) with aymeric? I love u and ur writing bless

(Hey there. Sorry I’m late. I hope some Aymeric makes up for it? Fluff, angst, mild nsfw? Please enjoy! ❤)

- - -

You are reluctant to admit this, but it takes you a while to notice.

O great Warrior of Light, thy name is obliviousness.

You had thought his hand to be extended in friendship. It had not occured to you that his agenda may be of a different nature.

“A drink! We should make time for one!” That is what friends do, no? Have a drink together. Talk about the goings on in their lives. Friendly.

Have dinner together? Another thing friends do!

So it does not even phase you. You do not bat an eyelash. Do not stop to think - wait, is this not weird? No, because you are tired. Always starving when he asks you if you would like to join him for dinner. Thinking nothing of it as you are required to dress a bit more formally - though Aymeric had said it was perfectly fine to come as you were. He would not ask you to dress up for his own benefit. (His. Own. Benefit!)

So he invites you and you accept without thought of what it meant. Only thinking of your stomach! Free food was nothing to turn your nose up at as an adventurer.

Delicious free food? With warm, freshly baked bread? Wine that Aymeric had acquired to suit your particular tastes? And, somehow - magically, you think. For how could he have known? - your favored type of dishes always on the menu? Forget about it. You’re already drooling.

So the minute you step foot in Ishgard, after a long line of tedious questing, and spot his manservant baring an envelope with a familiar wax seal? You feel yourself drool. Hear your stomach let out a loud, pleading growl. He had conditioned you!

You accept the invite with a delighted smile. Breaking the seal then and there to read his words. You smile and laugh, looking to his manservant with a warm grin. “I’d be delighted!”

And so again you find yourself in fancy dress, sitting across from Aymeric as you tell him tale after tale of your many exploits.

Aymeric listens with rapt attention, smiling and laughing at all the right parts. And you feel so very thankful to have known someone like him. To be able to speak freely of all the truly ridiculous things that had happened to you, and to have them be believed without a hint of doubt.

He is always looking in to your eyes. Ever smiling. You had not felt so very welcomed since… well, it had been some time. You should have realized. The way he was looking at you. More than just the Warrior of Light. More than merely friendship.

You tell him of your most recent accomplishment, something that you are particularly proud of. Aymeric positively beams with delight for you, “A drink then! Please, we must celebrate your victories!”

Your denials die on your tongue. Aymeric calls for wine, and you drink. One glass turning to several. To then another bottle. Your tongue loosened with fine wine as Aymeric prompts tale after tale from your liqour loose lips.

At some point you move from the dining room to sit instead on an overstuffed loveseat.

The intimacy of the situation flying over your head until you’re in the middle of a tale - gesturing with your wine glass, when you turn your head to look at him and bump against him with your wine glass.

Wine sloshes over the rim, splashing over your fingers, and you watch in horror as it spills into his lap. Staining what surely must be an expensive pair of finely tailored slacks.

“Oh!” You gasp and curse. “I am so sorry!” You search your pockets for a spare handkerchief and thankfully find one you had recently cleaned.

Without thought of your actions you lean in and blot at the wine you had spilled.

Offering a babble of apologies as you dab at his lap with your handkerchief. “What gets wine out? Salt? Or was it vinegar? Should we take your pants off?”

Aymeric jolts under your touch, making a choked sound low in his throat. His hands are large and warm as he catches yours between his own. Stroking the back of your hands with calloused fingers as he tugs your well intentioned fingers away from his lap.

“It’s fine. It’s fine!” Aymeric says with a grimace. Releasing your hands ans shifting uncomfortably as he drags one of the throw pillows into his lap.

“Ah…!” Your hands hang in mid air. He would surely stain his pillow that way…!

Then it hits you.

You had just groped the Lord Commander.

Had fondled his lap in your need to fix your clumsy mistake. And Aymeric…

You swallow hard. Eyes going wide.

Aymeric had been… hard.

Aymeric is very carefully not looking directly at you. Strain around his eyes. His full lips pursed in discomfort. A flush rising in his face to dust across his perfect cheekbones. His rich voice tinged with embarrassment as he says to you, “I had not meant for you to… At least not like this! I only meant for you to find your ease this night. Pray do not think I expected more from you than that!”

What.

“I… I’m sorry,” You say slowly. Measuring your words carefully. “Are we…? My lord, are we on a date?”

Aymeric’s head whips around so fast you wonder if he’d just given himself whiplash. His eyes are wide, mouth parted in shock.

“I…!” He chokes. Falters. Looking into your face. Searching your eyes. And must find aught amiss. His hopeful expression wilts.

“I… had been courting you,” Aymeric says hoarsely. “For many moons now.”

You’re not sure what your face is doing right now, but it can’t be good for the face Aymeric makes in response.

He licks his lips. “You. Did not know?”

You make a small, keening whine in the back of your throat. “No,” You whimper. You had not known. Gods, he’d been courting you! This whole time! The dinners… The conversation. The casual touching. All the eye contact!

You feel very much the fool.

You stare at the pillow in his lap. The white knuckled grip of his fingers. You feel like the worst piece of shite.

“…How long?”

Aymeric frowns, clearing his throat, “…Four moons now.”

You bury your face in your hands, the wine stained handkerchief brushing against your cheek. “I’m so sorry…!” You groan out, twisting from side to side in your horrendous embarrassment. “All this time…! Gods, and you kept asking me!”

You ate his food. Laughed at his jokes. Let him touch you - in what you thought to be a friendly manner! - and had left every time. Leaving Aymeric to no doubt feel as if he were doing something wrong. You had not responded to his advances!

You drag your hands from your face to look at him. Oh, gods strike you down.

Aymeric looked miserable.

His hands squeezing the pillow in his lap so very hard. It will never be square again. “I… Tell me, then. Was I not…? It was mine understanding that my… feelings for you were requited. Was I wrong in that belief? If so, then.. I must apologize if I caused you… any measure of discomfort.” It is clear he is struggling.

You shake your head, “No, no! You… You weren’t wrong! No, I also… to you! I just,” You falter and flush. Twisting the stained handkerchief between your fingers. “I had not hoped that you would feel that towards me. That I could be so lucky. I… I am sorry if, in my inattention, I caused you any upset. It was not mine intent. I only thought… that you were being friendly.”

Aymeric touches your hand and you look up at him.

His eyes so intensely blue. Those full lips curling up into a hopeful smile. “Perhaps, then, I should have made mine intentions plain.”

You bite your lip, feeling almost shy.

Aymeric shuffles closer, clasping your hands with his. Smiling that same warm smile. “It is mine intent to court you.”

You smile bashfully, leaning into him. “I would like that very much.”

Aymeric breathes a sigh of relief. Chuckling gently, “Good, good.”

You give a nervous laugh, squeezing at his fingers. “Would it be too forward if I asked for a kiss?”

Aymeric stills. Licking at his lower lip. “Perhaps if this were a normal courtship, yes. Yet I find that I wish for nothing more than to kiss you in this moment.”

“Then why don’t you?”

Aymeric breathes deep, those blue eyes of his searing into you. “I would only ask that you forgive mine earlier… inattention.”

You snort out an incredulous laugh. Was he apologizing for being turned on? Ishgardians were *wild*!

Nevertheless, you play along, “I think I could forgive you this time. If only you promise to do it again.”

Aymeric blinks in surprise and you make your move. Dragging him down by fistfuls of his fancy dress shirt and laying claim to those full, seductive lips.

Aymeric grasps at your arms, sinking into your kiss with a low groaning moan. You take your time kissing him, slow and sweet. Until Aymeric is breathless and deliciously flushed.

You had four moons to make up for, after all.

[kazooli-deactivated20230130]

Kinkt̶o̶b̶e̶ruary Day 18: Aphrodisiac

Apprenticeship (Shigaraki x Reader)

Word Count: 6.2k

Collaboration With: @snuggsthebunn​ who owns my heart and drew the money shot 

Warnings: Aphrodisiacs, Violence, A pinch of angst, Praise kink, This is truly the softest thing you’ll ever get out of me 

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[bluedarknesswriteheart]

ur secret santa is posted! sending an ask bc the tag isnt showing properly on mobile and i am a ball of anxiety.. sorry for the lateness and i hope u have a lovely new yr!! ^^

If it makes you feel any better I havent finished mine yet either, but I love what you wrote! You did really well, be proud of yourself ♡

[tatakaedrey-deactivated20210215]

A Very Belated BNHA Secret Santa ^^

Ok so I lied this is being posted on the 1st but merry late xmas and happy new year, @bluedarknesswriteheart​ !

I hope you like it okay enough… It’s my first time writing any of these characters and also posting any kind of fanfic online so… gahhh scary!! But it’s what I signed up for lol. Also I wrote 80% of this in a fever-dream-like state and it shows WHOOPS.

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia

Pairing(s): Just some general LoV shenanigans B)

Warnings: A lot of cursing but hey

Word Count: 3.9k

I would write a summary but I’m already so late posting this so enjoy!

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[bluedarknesswriteheart]

hi its ur secret santa again.... im very sorry to inform u that ur fic might not b done in time for Christmas tomorrow i have been very sick and that has affected my pace a bit:(( i hope it’s still okay for u if it’s a little late but not after the 1st or anything ofc! & it will still b xmas themed tho (lemme know if that’s cool w you too i forgot to ask)! again im vv apologetic for not having it done nd 4 the lateness of this msg but i do wish u a very happy holidays

Oh honey it's beyond okay! I understand that entirely, I've been swamped myself. Take your time!

[bluedarknesswriteheart]

hiya bnha secret santa here! i have some hopefully quick questions 4 u: do you know what kind of fic genre u prefer like sumn fluffy or angsty or both? also if youd want something featuring a ship like shigadabi/erasermic or something more general? any kind of preferences for whatever you’d like to receive would b epic tyvm

I like fluff and angst, but something fluffy would be great! Shigadabi or somethin more general also works. I like cute shit, just have fun with what you create!