moonstruck

sinful eyes

[dayndream]

BLOODSTAINED. ❜

DAYN ㅤ ㅤㅤ she / her. ㅤㅤㅤ 𝟶𝟷.𝟸𝟽 ㅤㅤㅤ 21 years old.

sfw and nsfw — mdni with the second one.

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[georgiasbrainstuff]

☆ use this picrew maker, and tag your moots! ☆

thank you for the tag wonderful @li-rheinn!! <3 <3

i love picrew!! <3 <3 these are always such fun.

no pressure tags to these lovely people @wisteriagoesvroom @deadpoets @inhalingstardust000 @raspberry-ribcage @siysuki @arsenicjade @daesanghyeok @vampirepointbreak @ladymarshmall0w @damn-yelle @graciousapples @jesterlavorrre <3

[cheriecoke]

you're so cutesy fawn <33 thank you sm for the tag hehe. i did a little summery rylie version

no pressure tags: @mncxbe @djarinova @osarina @lisecent @meowrimo

[mncxbe]

rylie you look so cute♡♡ quite lana coded dare i say. thanks for the tag

optional tags: @eikyuuni @dayndream and whoever wants to join<3

[dayndream]

I look so stiff, lmao, maybe I should've used one of the poses

Tagging anyone who wants to join!!

[dayndream]

I hope you’re doing alright ml! I miss you lots <3

Lia ily :')) I'm getting better now, I was feeling a bit down and stressed, life's been a rollercoaster lately bcs of uni and some other issues i was going through, but I'm working on everything at my own pace!! Hope you're doing well, pretty <33

[dayndream]

I swear I'm still alive guys, just wait

[dayndream]

I wanna write so bad, but I still feel like I'm going through a writer's block, it's so fucking annoying

[dayndream]

I'm still taking my time, but I've been cooking some Varka smut once again

[dayndream]

I promise I'll catch up with anything that has happened here, BUT OMFG I WANNA SCREAM BCS OF THIS, AHHH

I'M SO FUCKING HAPPY I GOT HIM, GAWD, I WAS LITERALLY ABOUT TO LOSE HOPE BCS, I THOUGHT HE HATED ME FR

[polaroidsex]

🜼 ⋆ gojo satoru spoils you with a small bath time after a long day.

you’re already in the tub when he walks in, casually carrying a towel over his shoulder and a bottle of body oil in one hand like he owns the place. like he hasn’t already wrecked you this evening with that mouth of his.

“you really weren’t gonna wait for me?” he teases, stepping closer. “that hurts, baby.”

“you were taking too long,” you murmur, half-drowsy from the heat. “figured you’d flake.”

he chuckles—low and knowing—and crouches beside the tub, resting his chin on his arms as he leans against the porcelain. his white lashes catch the glow of candlelight. his voice drops a little.

“you know i’d never miss a chance to get my hands on you.”

you roll your eyes, but your cheeks flush anyway.

he dips his fingers into the water, testing it. warm. silky. scented with something faintly sweet. “look at you,” he hums, eyes dragging over your skin, the soft line of your shoulders above the water. “you always this soft when you’re wet, or is it just for me?”

your breath catches, and his smile curves into something smug. he knows exactly what he’s doing. always does.

“c’mere,” he says, reaching behind to grab the oil. “let me spoil you a little.”

you sit forward obediently—part of you bashful, the other part desperate for his touch. he pours a few drops into his palm, warms it between his hands, then starts to glide them over your back. slow, methodical. the pressure is perfect.

“mm,” he murmurs, massaging your shoulders. “y’know, your skin’s so soft it’s practically criminal. what are you made of? clouds? rose petals? witchcraft?”

his thumbs work into the knots at the base of your neck, and you melt under him like wax. he leans in, voice brushing the shell of your ear.

“…or maybe it’s just that i’m the only one who gets to touch you like this.”

you turn your head slightly, catching the heat in his eyes. he’s close. too close. one wrong move and your lips would meet. maybe that’s the point.

he trails a fingertip along your jaw. his breath fans against your cheek.

“you okay, sweetheart?”

you nod slowly. “you’re teasing.”

“always,” he says, grinning—but it fades into something softer. “but i meant it. you’re… beautiful like this. i don’t always say it when i should. but i notice everything.”

he brushes your wet hair back, tucking it behind your ear. then he kisses the side of your neck. not rushed. not demanding. just… lingering.

and just like that, the room feels hotter than the water.

[polaroidsex]

᭡୧ this is exactly how i think of what virgin!choso’s private browser history looks like

⌕ how to make a girl cum so hard she squirts for the first time

⌕ best positions for deep penetration when she’s smaller than me

⌕ how to eat pussy like you’re starving (tips for beginners who overthink)

⌕ can you finger a girl until she cries from pleasure

⌕ how to find and rub her g spot until her legs shake

⌕ how to last longer during sex without pulling out

⌕ choking during sex safe ways for first timers

⌕ how to make a girl beg for your cock (dirty talk examples that actually work)

⌕ how to fuck a girl so good she can’t walk the next day

⌕ breeding kink roleplay ideas without actually getting a girl pregnant

⌕ how to edge a girl until she’s shaking and calling my name

⌕ what does it mean if she clenches around your fingers when you suck her clit

⌕ prostate massage on myself while jerking off to her pictures

⌕ best way to cum inside multiple times in one night

⌕ hair pulling during doggy style how hard is too hard

⌕ how to train her throat for deepthroat without gagging too much

⌕ recording sex audio only for personal use tips

⌕ aftercare ideas after rough sex so she feels safe and loved

and worst part is he always forgets to clear or delete them

[frenchcoucou]

petition for nanami to burn his hair gel

[dayndream]

@caramelluxe

[dayndream]

I wanna write so bad, but I still feel like I'm going through a writer's block, it's so fucking annoying

[plsletmesleepforreal]

Tiny waist.

(It's just something I want to draw bc his waist is so tiny.)

[solasisms]

[coffee-and-geto]

men of this world are so trash that gege created satoru gojo as an apology

[rezijellyfish]

Yuuji

[mydiluc]

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

it’s getting warmer out and your man happens to be very taken by your cute outfit to celebrate….

𓂃 cast: Diluc, Alhaitham, Wriothesley, Varka x fem reader

warnings: light nsfw, soft n sexy, reader wears a dress (obvi), groping and teasing, making out, wriothesley slaps your butt, alcohol mention/reader gets picked up in varkas part MINORS AND BLANK/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

You twist once more in the mirror, smoothing your dress down with a satisfied hum at your appearance. It’s a warm day, beautifully sunny and your lover has suggested a daytime date to enjoy such an occasion with you. It’s lucky when he’s his own boss, and Diluc can take an afternoon to get in some more time with you within his occasionally busy schedule.

You appear in the doorway of his office to see him still seated at his desk, his expression pinched and focused as he scribbles his signature on a paper.

“Diluc, I’m ready for our date!” you call out to him carefully — though you know he could rarely, if ever, be cross with you.

Diluc looks up from his desk and his gaze lands on you. You’re pinned in your spot while sharp ruby eyes seem to slowly look you up and down. For a moment you feel like a rabbit in a trap. Diluc’s lips twitch at the corner and he glances back down at his papers.

“Alright my darling, why don’t you close the door and come sit with me as I finish up?” he says with a look sent your way. You bounce on the balls of your feet a little before closing the thick wooden door of his office, coming ‘round the corner of his desk where he scoots himself back with his legs spread wide for you to perch yourself like the pretty, sweet thing you are.

You sit on Diluc’s thigh with your knees turned in, your arms going around his neck while his free arm winds around your waist to steady you in his lap as he picks his quill back up. You pull yourself to him a little closer to press a kiss to his ear, and he chuckles in soft delight at your affections.

Diluc keeps seeing your outfit from the corner of his eye, the material hugging your curves and so much of your bare skin on display. A testament of the weather finally warming up. If he turns his head even just a little, your cleavage is at the end of his nose. He can’t say he minds it one bit.

He angles his chin towards your chest, then tilting his face towards the swell of one of your breasts. He kisses you there, lips pursed against the plush.

“This new? Your dress I mean.” He asks, his warm breath on you. You hum lightly in response, until Diluc presses down another kiss, and another — dotting them all along your cleavage, your collarbone, and up the side of your throat.

“You’re lovely.” he whispers to your jaw.

You breathe a little heavier and naturally arch into his mouth, causing your tits to push closer to his face. You moan his name sweetly, your arms around his neck aiding to keep his steady and relentless mouth on your skin. Your heaving chest is nearly wet and the neckline tugged down lewdly which only causes the gentleman’s heart to race with need — and feeling it especially in his trousers.

His hand that holds you around your waist has also moved to your thigh, gathering the fluffy and light fabric of your sundress in his grasp until your bare hip is visible. You whimper, an impatient huff that tells Diluc not to stop, as more of you is uncovered. Diluc looks down at where your underwear should be, ready to tug them down your legs. He blinks back up at you, owlishly.

You smile, a mischievous little laugh as you shift your position on Dilucs lap to straddling him. Your pretty little dress is hiked up dangerously high on your thighs now as Diluc hums at you with a slow raise of his lips, and he descends his wanting mouth upon your chest once more and your head falls back in pleasure.

You both suppose that the date can wait, the warm sun will continue to illuminate your joined bodies from the windows in Dilucs office until then.

Applying the finishing touches to your makeup, you do a little twirl in the mirror, smiling to yourself when your sundress billows out around your thighs as you do. It’s cool and light for such a warm day — a nice change from the surprising little cold snap that Sumeru just had (or at least, what’s cold for Sumeru). You tug your sandals on to go out to greet your lover, Alhaitham, who is reading on the couch.

“Habibti, are you ready to go?” you ask with a half smile on your face, a bit amused at always finding him with his nose in a book. You’re used to it by now, of course. Alhaitham closes his book with a sharp snap, looking up at you. Aqua eyes are half lidded, gentle but calculating. You find that when he looks at you it’s never scrutinizing, it’s curious. He always wants to know more about you.

“Hm. That outfit…I’m not sure about it.” Alhaitham says plainly as he takes your hand and has you sit next to him. So much for not being critical! You huff a bit, holding back on a pout,

“What? You don’t like it…? I wore it for you.”

Alhaithams chest tightens at your disposition, fingers coming to the strap of your dress, the way it seems to want to fall off your bare shoulder. He pulls it to its proper place and his slight touch has your heart fluttering.

“It’s distracting.” he replies, opting to cup your cheek. You frown.

He kisses your pout, and you lean into it eagerly. Alhaithams other arm winds around your waist and pulls you closer, kissing you softly,

“Do you like my outfit or not? Kind of getting mixed signals here.” you chuckle shyly into his mouth. Alhaitham offers you an upturn of his lips, a slender smile that you hum at.

“You’re very beautiful.” he remarks, kissing you again. Open mouthed and hot until you’re panting against each other, and you’ve found yourself on your back on his couch. His body is slotted between your legs, heavily pressed against your core. There’s a soft symphony of moans and hushed sounds of kissing, feeling a heady ache at your center that Alhaitham seems to take note of. His hands push your cute dress up further as he moves down your body, kissing down your inner thigh.

You arch on the couch, his kisses teasing and only going anywhere else but where you truly want him. You whine, squeezing your thighs around his head to trap him.

“Well, you still haven’t answered my question, do you like my outfit or not?” you purse your lips at him. Alhaithams hands reach up to grip your knees and he spreads them. You whimper.

“I like it, however, it’s going to be coming off.” he promises.

The beach is wonderfully warm and windy when you arrive, opting to take your shoes off and hold them in your hand to feel the sand between your toes as you walk down to the shoreline with a picnic basket on your other arm. You can see Wriothesley from where you are, and you’re giddy at the sight of a picnic date with your beloved — who took a day off to ensure some extra quality time with you. You even bought a new dress, something short and strappy and comfortable for such a toasty afternoon on the beach.

Wriothesley has already shucked off his coat and vest, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his bulging biceps and even unbuttoned a little lower than usual. However just as you think you’re going to be the one distracted by him, when he sees you coming down the beach as the wind causes your sundress to billow around your thighs, he’s staring at you like you’re an angel.

“Wow.” is all he can say with a charming smirk on his face when you stop just in front of him. You shrug happily and do a little turn in your dress, leaning up on your toes as he leans down, to meet each other in a greeting kiss. You pull away from him but his big hand settles on your waist for a squeeze, you laugh but he looks at you so wolfishly your face heats up rapidly.

You quickly move to grab the beach blanket that Wriothesley brought with him, the pair of you working together to spread it out nicely enough for you to put your picnic down to eat. You’re on your knees, trying to swipe away some sand from the blanket, when a sudden gust of wind blows the bottom of your dress up.

You squeal, feeling your entire backside exposed for a moment before you can tug your dress back down. Wriothesley reaches over to help fix it as well, knuckles brushing against your thigh.

“Those were cute.” he chuckles, talking about your panties. You squawk, lightly slapping his arm,

“You brute!” you huff, making Wriothesley grin wider. He catches you at the waist when you laugh shyly in return, rolling you onto him as he lays back on the picnic blanket. His hands slide down to cup your ass, settling them there as you kiss him with a hum.

“Don’t know what this brute did to have a pretty girl like you, in your pretty dress, laying on me like this.” he grins. Your body warms at his sincerity, although by now your sweet dress is quite wrinkled, bunched up as you cup his jaw to kiss your lover again.

As your lips move against each other, Wriothesleys hands roughly bunch your dress up further until your underwear is visible once again, and one of his palms then flattens out to deliver a loud swat at your bottom. You gasp in surprise, blinking at him for his boldness. You can’t deny that when he does that, it makes you ache terribly between your legs. Wriothesley smirks, catching your lips with his again, hands kneading and rubbing at your butt to keep you tightly against his body.

The picnic stays in the basket for a good while, when your Duke decides he’d rather feast on you first.

The trek to the giant oak tree at Windrise would sometimes tire you out, a long walk from the inner city of Mondstadt being quite a ways for you — but today you’re quickly approaching in excitement, coming to meet Varka beneath the tree for an afternoon drink and a well deserved rest for the pair of you. Your dress floats in the breeze, almost playful as the hem billows around your legs the closer you get.

Your lover calls to you, waving brightly in the sun when you spot him. He opens his arms and you instinctively giggle, opting to run towards him so he can catch you at the waist and twirl you around before kissing you and setting you back on your feet. You stumble a little when you’re back on the ground, both of you laughing while Varkas large hands grip your waist to help steady you.

“Well aren’t you in a good mood!” you grin, the knight absolutely beaming back at you while he takes your hand in his and pulls it to his lips for a gallant kiss.

“Of course I am! Just look at you. It’d be criminal for a guy not to be happy when his girl is as pretty as you.” he quips back, tugging you gently towards the trunk of the oak tree where a bottle of dandelion wine and two glasses sit atop a couple of pillows and a blanket. Your heart warms at his cute, thoughtful attempt of making the spot look proper for a date, even if it is just you and him with a drink and the leaves over your heads.

You bend over to look at the setup, and though a man of honor, Varkas gaze slides to the way your dress rides up just a tad, and even moreso — when you turn back to him with a grin he notices the way the neckline of your dress highlights the curves of your chest. His lips lift at the corner as he strides a little closer to you, his broad hands coming to settle on your hips.

“Your dress is nice. Real nice.” he muses, walking you back slowly, carefully, until your back is against the tree trunk. You look up at him with a warmed face and fluttering lashes, and when Varka notices how your breathing picks up in the slightest, your breasts heave too in your cute little outfit.

“Thank you, it’s…new.” you purse your lips, letting your fingers playfully walk up his bare chest until you link your hands behind his neck.

You’re telling me you got this…for little old me?” Varka chuckles, but you see the sweetest pink flush his cheeks, and he hasn’t even had a drink yet. You giggle and nod,

“Yeah.”

He descends upon your lips, squeezing your hips and waist as he kisses you. You feel him smile against your mouth, and he parts only for a moment to shoot you a playful look before he hoists you up against the tree trunk. Your legs wrap around his waist as you squeal in surprised delight, but he’s already kissing you and grinding against your core before you can form another thought.

Your sweet dress is pushed up nearly to your waist as he grunts roughly into your mouth, keeping you solidly against the tree and curled safely in his arms to feel all of his broad, hard want for you.

He’s going to drink up, by getting drunk on you.

♡ reblogs and comments very appreciated!

[lilithinthestars]

sukuna’s favourite pillow >.< !!

seated in sukuna’s chambers, clad in your robes, you were half asleep, slowly drifting to slumber, right before your husband walked into the rooms.

“rough day?”

he only offered a slow nod and a grunt, eyeing your sleeping form, while an irrational part of his brain just told him to crush you.

cuteness aggression—a term unfamiliar to the king of curses, seemed to take over his brain, something whispering in the back of his mind to crush you, to throw you around, squish your face until it popped.

before he could stop himself, he surged forward, caging you underneath him as he pinned you down—

“kuna, what’re you—”

sukuna then proceeded to plop right on top of you, knocking the wind out of your lungs, the entirety of his two metre form laying on top of you, his four arms curled around your waist while his entire weight rested upon you.

“sukuna, you’re heavy!!” you giggled underneath him, trying to smack his massive shoulders, trying to pry your clingy husband off of you.

“as a curse i’m not used to mortal pleasures, let me have this, my petal.”

he was uncharacteristically soft, his eyes taking you in, right before he nuzzled his face into your chest like an overgrown wildcat. his muscles caging you in, tightening around you until the two of you were practically fused together.

soft snores soon echoed in the chambers, the king of curses fast asleep in the embrace of his wife, holding her against him, his face in your chest—and at long last, mortal selfishness and worldly pleasures finally made sense to sukuna ryomen.

i lav hiiim

divider credits: @//pixopix .

🖇️: all works belong to @waterlilispetals do NOT: copy, translate or feed to AI.

[sxpernova-deactivated20260420]

same girl? nah. 𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ smut

wc: 717

pairing: barista!reader (secretly a camgirl) x satoru gojo

third time this week. and he knew you were catching onto him only getting water.

and he was only at this stupid cafe to see your face. it started on sunday, when he desperately needed to get something sweet from anywhere to satisfy his sweet tooth, and he so happened to be standing right in front of this coffee shop.

and oh how he'll never regret that decision.

he walks in and is greeted kindly by the most beautiful face he's seen in a while— scratch that, the most beautiful face he's seen ever.

it's like his voice stopped working altogether. he couldn't form a word— just stare at you like a fish out of water, eyes huge and cerulean, plump pink lips parted slightly.

"hello? can i help you?" your voice breaks the awkward silence, brows furrowed in impatience.

"u—uh.. yes. could i get a caramel macchiato, please?" he manages to mumble out, gaze meeting anywhere but your eyes.

"right. that's all?"

he nods his head, paying up.

you get to work, mixing the ingredients necessary. but something is off in satoru gojo's eyes.

he's swore he's seen those hands before. could it be you're the camgirl he spends loads of money on each night? i mean, being a barista doesn't exactly give anyone enough money to get by.

he's just imagining things. why would this perfect woman be a camgirl. pssh, he's just too horny.

his shaky hands grab the warm coffee, taking a short sip.

"thank you." he says, walking out of the shop like he wasn't just sweating his balls off two seconds ago thinking about the fact that you could possibly be his favourite camgirl.

he goes home, and checks the website you usually stream on. offline.

buuutt, there is a chance you would stream once your shift ended. he knew it. same hands.

and he knew it. a few long hours later, you're online, room set up just the way he likes it.

the stream chat pops up on your side of the screen, the usuals flooding in.

hytrunj: i missed you shawty lesbiantittylover67: mama you bad as fuck come over s1xeyes6: how was work today? you saw me there, surely.

oh no.

six eyes? was that someone you knew?

oh no.

it was that blue eyed fool that ordered the super sweetened caramel macchiato.

your hands move down to your naked frame, camera obstructing your face.

your fingers run over your hardened nipples, picking up the hot pink vibrator laying on the floor, aiming it at your sensitive clit.

you moan almost instantly, chat exploding with donations.

the vibrator buzzes, hitting all those spots inside you that a man never could.

"f—fuck.." you whisper under your breath, a drop of sweat already beading down your heaving chest as the maximum setting fucks you right.

your free hand goes up to clamp on one of your nipples, thighs shaking violently as you struggle to keep them spread.

that voice is so sexy to him. his dick is hard while watching you from the other side of the screen, pale fingers working at his base.

he imagines that pretty clit wrapped around him in the most erotic and sexy way possible, soft moans leaving your lips as his fantasies grew more definite by the second. now he had a face to put to this perfect body he'd been cumming to for months. he knew it was you.

pre spills down his long cock, coating his fingers in a sticky warmth only you could provide for him.

his hand massages the thick head, inflamed pink tip practically pulsing your name while you were making such a lewd mess on the camera, white cum gushing out of your abused pussy as the soaked vibrator lowers down from it.

he's never felt more turned on. he was too dazed to notice before, but you and the "mystery" barista girl have the exact same hair.

yup, this was you. you were the local barista camgirl he'd been wanting for months.

and that was just enough to push him over the edge.

thick ropes of cum coat from his dick up, masses of the liquid falling onto his toned stomach.

oh, this slutty barista girl. he'll never look at your stunning face the same now.

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