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[gachiaputa]

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[gachiaputa]

when it's a good moment to post the butch!qifrey fic in my drafts....

[moviecritc]

i'm sorry guys i only have ideas for butch!qifrey

[gachiaputa]

butch!qifrey fluff and smut headcanons (˶>⩊<˶) an extract of you and qifrey dating, living together and teaching magic

cw: mdni, stone top!qifrey, pillow princess!reader, fingering, strap on, spit kink, might not be accurate because i have lots of ep to catch up and haven't read the manga

butch!qifrey who cooks for you every day, three meals a day because she knows you're too busy working that you forget most of the times. She knocks in your studio (even though you share it with her) and brings a tray with snacks and easy to eat food so you can work and eat at the same time

butch!qifrey who always makes you accompany while she makes dinner. You sit on the counter while she heats the food, cuts a few ingredients and puts together a nice and warm meal. When you try to help her, she just grabs you and puts you back on the counter because she knows you're a terrible cook and because she loves taking care of her girl.

butch!qifrey who doesn't really drink that much but indulges a little for you, she watches you happily sip your drink, rambling about stories when you were younger, cheeks warm and a dumb smile in your face. She also loves how clingy you get, leaning into her, head on her shoulder and even asking to sit on her lap. Qifrey says yes every time, letting you nuzzle in her neck and whisper sweet nothings in her ear that makes her blush.

butch!qifrey who, like I said before, can pick you up without any problem, and uses it to mess with you. She's taller than you, and places things you usually need in the top shelves so you ask for her help. That's where she grabs you by the waist and lifts you up so you can pick it up yourself. Then she kisses your forehead and leaves you flustered.

butch!qifrey who is very into physical touch but doesn't know how to ask for it. You can be laying on opposite sides of the couch, just relaxing on a summer day, and you feel her bare feet touch yours. You giggle a little and it only escalates after that, her knee touches yours, her hand wanders around your forearm... "Baby, do you wanna cuddle?" you ask her at some point, tilting your head with a little smile. She pouts just slightly, nodding. You open her arms and let her lay on your chest while you run your nails through her back and neck.

butch!qifrey who tells you about her love for teaching and you just know that she wants to take apprentices. How could you deny your lover that when you see the shine in her eyes when she explains you how would it work? Even if you weren't the biggest fan of children, you indulge because seeing her happy makes you the happiest.

butch!qifrey who, even though she's now a teacher, still saves time in the evenings and nights to spend alone with you. She takes you on a night stroll, picking tiny flowers and putting them behind your ears, she sits on the ground with you between her legs as you stargaze. She tells you about the things the kids did today, about all the new things she learns...

butch!qifrey who loves seeing you get closer to her student, she knows that you were a little reluctant first, but now you silently read in the kitchen while all of you cook together, you laugh about the silly things they say and you answer them happily all your questions.

butch!qifrey who still has time to bring you food and feed you even when she's busy. You were a little scared about stop being the priority now with four kids in your shared home, but she's made sure you don't feel neglected ever.

butch!qifrey who, when you mind fills with doubts, loves to remind you slowly that you're hers and she's yours. She kisses you slow late at night, pulling you in her lap and groping your ass. She knows your body and clothes perfectly, so Qifrey easily slips you out of your robe so you're bare in front of her.

butch!qifrey who, every time she sees you naked, takes a few seconds to admire you and tell you how lucky she is to have you. Her pleasure is giving you pleasure, she makes sure you're on the verge of passing out from cumming without you needing to give her something in return. And she loves that.

butch!qifrey who loves being on top of you, hands roaming through your naked and soft body. She always focuses on your tits first, sucking one with her mouth while she kneads the other. She loves hearing your little whimpers when she pinches your nipple or sucks a red mark in your skin.

butch!qifrey who whispers worships to your ear while her hand teases your pussy. "You're the prettiest lady I've ever seen, have I ever told you that?" she asks, as she parts your pussy lips. When she finds your embarrassingly wet pussy she presses your lips together. "All this for me?" She raises her eyebrows, waiting for your answer. You nod fast, hoping that's enough for her.

butch!qifrey who fucks you with her fingers first, she doesn't bring her strap until she's four fingers deep in your pussy, making you moan and roll your eyes back, trying not to be too loud.

butch!qifrey who has a nice and fairly big glass strap, it's iridescent, because she says that it looks so pretty when your pussy swallows it. She usually fucks you on a mating press or missionary, every once in a while in doggy. Like tonight.

butch!qifrey who manhandles you easily, putting you on your hands and knees as you look over her shoulder while she puts her strap on. It's such a beautiful sight, her bare and toned body, her boobs freed from the bands and the strap falling heavy between her thighs. She coats it with your slick and pushes your back down until your arching nice and good for her, with your face smushed in your pillow. Qifrey slides it slow, making sure the stretch is nice and easy to take.

butch!qifrey who fucks you just how you like it, if you say harder, she goes harder, if you say faster, she indulges. She's never been the one to tease or edge, but overstimulate? That's her favorite things, she loves knowing your pussy is puffy and sore after she's been inside of you, she loves seeing the tears in the pillow and your body limp on top of hers during aftercare.

butch!qifrey who has a spit kink. When you're making out, dry humping, doing whatever... she loves to spit on your mouth. She can't help it but grab your face, squeeze your cheeks together and run her saliva down your throat. She also loves when your pussy juices mix with her saliva, when she spits in your clit and watches it run down your lips. It does something for her.

butch!qifrey who makes sure you feel loved after sex, she checks on you every time, she even gets nervous about the marks on your hips from her grip. She kisses all your body better and dresses you up herself, if you need a bath, she runs you a bath, if you're hungry, she brings you food. After making love she wants you to feel spoiled and desired.

a/n: trying a new layout here because the one i have in my main blog keeps being copied >:(

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[gachiaputa]

butch!qifrey fluff and smut headcanons (˶>⩊<˶) an extract of you and qifrey dating, living together and teaching magic

cw: mdni, stone top!qifrey, pillow princess!reader, fingering, strap on, spit kink, might not be accurate because i have lots of ep to catch up and haven't read the manga

butch!qifrey who cooks for you every day, three meals a day because she knows you're too busy working that you forget most of the times. She knocks in your studio (even though you share it with her) and brings a tray with snacks and easy to eat food so you can work and eat at the same time

butch!qifrey who always makes you accompany while she makes dinner. You sit on the counter while she heats the food, cuts a few ingredients and puts together a nice and warm meal. When you try to help her, she just grabs you and puts you back on the counter because she knows you're a terrible cook and because she loves taking care of her girl.

butch!qifrey who doesn't really drink that much but indulges a little for you, she watches you happily sip your drink, rambling about stories when you were younger, cheeks warm and a dumb smile in your face. She also loves how clingy you get, leaning into her, head on her shoulder and even asking to sit on her lap. Qifrey says yes every time, letting you nuzzle in her neck and whisper sweet nothings in her ear that makes her blush.

butch!qifrey who, like I said before, can pick you up without any problem, and uses it to mess with you. She's taller than you, and places things you usually need in the top shelves so you ask for her help. That's where she grabs you by the waist and lifts you up so you can pick it up yourself. Then she kisses your forehead and leaves you flustered.

butch!qifrey who is very into physical touch but doesn't know how to ask for it. You can be laying on opposite sides of the couch, just relaxing on a summer day, and you feel her bare feet touch yours. You giggle a little and it only escalates after that, her knee touches yours, her hand wanders around your forearm... "Baby, do you wanna cuddle?" you ask her at some point, tilting your head with a little smile. She pouts just slightly, nodding. You open her arms and let her lay on your chest while you run your nails through her back and neck.

butch!qifrey who tells you about her love for teaching and you just know that she wants to take apprentices. How could you deny your lover that when you see the shine in her eyes when she explains you how would it work? Even if you weren't the biggest fan of children, you indulge because seeing her happy makes you the happiest.

butch!qifrey who, even though she's now a teacher, still saves time in the evenings and nights to spend alone with you. She takes you on a night stroll, picking tiny flowers and putting them behind your ears, she sits on the ground with you between her legs as you stargaze. She tells you about the things the kids did today, about all the new things she learns...

butch!qifrey who loves seeing you get closer to her student, she knows that you were a little reluctant first, but now you silently read in the kitchen while all of you cook together, you laugh about the silly things they say and you answer them happily all your questions.

butch!qifrey who still has time to bring you food and feed you even when she's busy. You were a little scared about stop being the priority now with four kids in your shared home, but she's made sure you don't feel neglected ever.

butch!qifrey who, when you mind fills with doubts, loves to remind you slowly that you're hers and she's yours. She kisses you slow late at night, pulling you in her lap and groping your ass. She knows your body and clothes perfectly, so Qifrey easily slips you out of your robe so you're bare in front of her.

butch!qifrey who, every time she sees you naked, takes a few seconds to admire you and tell you how lucky she is to have you. Her pleasure is giving you pleasure, she makes sure you're on the verge of passing out from cumming without you needing to give her something in return. And she loves that.

butch!qifrey who loves being on top of you, hands roaming through your naked and soft body. She always focuses on your tits first, sucking one with her mouth while she kneads the other. She loves hearing your little whimpers when she pinches your nipple or sucks a red mark in your skin.

butch!qifrey who whispers worships to your ear while her hand teases your pussy. "You're the prettiest lady I've ever seen, have I ever told you that?" she asks, as she parts your pussy lips. When she finds your embarrassingly wet pussy she presses your lips together. "All this for me?" She raises her eyebrows, waiting for your answer. You nod fast, hoping that's enough for her.

butch!qifrey who fucks you with her fingers first, she doesn't bring her strap until she's four fingers deep in your pussy, making you moan and roll your eyes back, trying not to be too loud.

butch!qifrey who has a nice and fairly big glass strap, it's iridescent, because she says that it looks so pretty when your pussy swallows it. She usually fucks you on a mating press or missionary, every once in a while in doggy. Like tonight.

butch!qifrey who manhandles you easily, putting you on your hands and knees as you look over her shoulder while she puts her strap on. It's such a beautiful sight, her bare and toned body, her boobs freed from the bands and the strap falling heavy between her thighs. She coats it with your slick and pushes your back down until your arching nice and good for her, with your face smushed in your pillow. Qifrey slides it slow, making sure the stretch is nice and easy to take.

butch!qifrey who fucks you just how you like it, if you say harder, she goes harder, if you say faster, she indulges. She's never been the one to tease or edge, but overstimulate? That's her favorite things, she loves knowing your pussy is puffy and sore after she's been inside of you, she loves seeing the tears in the pillow and your body limp on top of hers during aftercare.

butch!qifrey who has a spit kink. When you're making out, dry humping, doing whatever... she loves to spit on your mouth. She can't help it but grab your face, squeeze your cheeks together and run her saliva down your throat. She also loves when your pussy juices mix with her saliva, when she spits in your clit and watches it run down your lips. It does something for her.

butch!qifrey who makes sure you feel loved after sex, she checks on you every time, she even gets nervous about the marks on your hips from her grip. She kisses all your body better and dresses you up herself, if you need a bath, she runs you a bath, if you're hungry, she brings you food. After making love she wants you to feel spoiled and desired.

a/n: trying a new layout here because the one i have in my main blog keeps being copied >:(

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[gachiaputa]

the sudden urge to write a long fic for haruhi fujioka

[hangenism]

♡ ⸝⸝ enjin can’t keep a crush ! ❤︎₊ ⊹

“she proceeds to ask me if i have a girlfriend and i’m like what? no, of course not,” enjin chuckled and put out his cigarette. “and then she brings up you, and well....”

“well what?” you asked. you and enjin have been close friends for a while now and you were practically inseparable. you hung out almost every single day, anything could become a hangout with the two of you. here you were, waiting for news from gris in his car, yapping away. it hadn’t clicked to you that people may have assumed that you guys were an item. you didn’t hate the idea, and you were sure he didn’t either. or at least, you thought he didn’t.

“don’t get me wrong, you’re cute.” you looked away at this, cheeks burning slightly. it took everything in you to play it cool, but your stomach was still in knots. you were too busy silently gushing at his compliment, you almost missed the next part of what he was saying.

“but, i’m not gonna lie…you’re pret-ty clingy. always texting me at the crack of dawn about the most random things. i feel bad for your future boyfriend. poor guy will feel like he’s being suffocated. he’ll ask me and semiu how to politely get rid of you or some shit.” he replied, laughing at his own joke.

you, on the other hand, were not amused. is that really how he thought of you? you thought bothering each other was a mutual, unspoken part of your friendship. the amount of calls you’ve received from him at midnight was concerning. he reach out often as well, but you were the one doing too much? tears prickled in the corners of your eyes as his comment sunk in. this is stupid, you told yourself.

he frowned. your silence was deafening. you watched as the gears shifted in his head before he realizing that he'd upset you.

“wait wait, i’m kidding. you’re not clingy, not at all. if anything, i’m the clingy one here. it’s so bad, i follow you around everywhere and text you in the middle of the night. i beg to go to doctor's appointments with you, the bank even. the only thing exciting about the bank is going with you. and the lollipops. but, it’s pathetic really. i’m kinda like an annoying puppy following you around. feel free to kick me if you want. i’d probably deserve it. i'm messing with you i swear. i'm sorry, i didn't mean to hurt your feelings." he rambled, rubbing his neck awkwardly and averting eye contact with you.

you shook your head quickly. you were stunned. the sting in your eyes was gone, but now, a wave of embarrassment washed over you. “you didn’t. it's fine, you’re fine i—” you sighed. “it’s not a big deal at all, just forget it.”

without a word, enjin placed his hand over yours and squeezed it. your eyes met his, and for a moment, it felt like time had stopped. your breath caught in your throat, heart practically about to leap out of your chest. his golden eyes searched your own before cupping your cheek with his hand. he grazed your cheek with his thumb gingerly before leaning in.

enjin’s lips were soft and warm. he brushed them to yours, slowly easing you into a kiss. your heart skipped a beat as you kissed him back, eyes fluttering shut. your hands were tangled in his messy blonde hair and he groaned softly as you tugged on it a little. freak.

you pulled away and crawled out of your seat, climbing into his lap to straddle him. he looked at you in surprise and raised an eyebrow at you.

“oh?”

you grasped his shirt and smirked.

“i’m gonna show you what clingy really looks like.”

thanks to the nonnie that requested this!!!

[cordia1ly]

Moon fairy Jinshi 🌙

[miyacchino]

♡ — brat taming + enjin and gris

sum. enjin & gris have had about enough of your attitude and they decide to fix it themselves.

!! established poly relationship, brat taming, spanking, unprotected sex, (slight?) denial, dom enjin and gris, use of names like sweet girl, brat, slut, filthy girl.

The air in the bedroom is heavy. You sit on the edge of the mattress, arms crossed tight over your chest, your chin jutted out in a defiance that you know is fragile.

"Still acting like a brat?" Enjin eyes you lazily, standing near the doorway. Gris sits in the armchair across the room, his massive frame taking up the entire space, his blue eyes tracking your every movement with a calm, terrifying stillness.

"I'm not," you snap, earning a raised eyebrow from both the men. It’s like they are giving you one last chance to fix your attitude before they do it themselves.

Once you huff and look away, Enjin’s reaction is immediate. Taking fast, deliberate steps towards you, he firmly grabs your chin, making you look up at him.

"Guess we'll have to fuck the brat out of you then."

Before you can scramble back, his calloused hands grip your waist. Enjin easily manhandles you, breath leaves your lungs in a rush as the world flips upside down. Ass up, face down in the pillow.

You bounce on the mattress, the duvet bunching beneath you, and before you can even ground yourself, Gris is there. He looms over the side of the bed, a mountain of a man. His presence is warm but at the same time overwhelming.

"Such a bad attitude," Gris murmurs, his voice a soft, but it has a dangerous undercurrent. His hand, large enough to span your entire stomach, slides down your body, pushing your thighs apart with an effortless pressure.

You try to snap them shut as your last act of rebellion, but he holds them open with ease. His palm comes down without a warming. Not on your thigh, but squarely on your exposed pussy. "Tch. Not even wearing panties under your damn skirt. Was this your plan all along, sweet girl?"

The sound is a sharp, wet slap that echoes in the quiet room. Pain blooms instantly, a sharp, stinging heat that radiates outward, making your hips buck off the bed. A cry tears from your throat in half-pain and half-shock.

"Look at that," Enjin climbs onto the bed, kneeling behind you. "Such a filthy girl"

His free hand roughly pulls your shirt down, exposing your breasts to the cool air. His fingers sink into the soft flesh, squeezing hard enough to bruise, his thumbs scraping over your nipples until they peak, hard and aching.

The sensation makes your head spin; Gris’s hand coming down on your cunt again, another sharp smack that makes your clit throb with a mix of pain and pleasure, while Enjin’s mean hands mold your tits, twisting and pulling at your hard peaks.

"Our little slut, aren't you?" Enjin growls, and fisting your hair to make you look up at him, his dark eyes boring into yours. "Acting like a brat just so we’d fuck you stupid. Is that it?"

"If rough is what you wanted, you could’ve just asked" Gris counters, his hand rubbing over the stinging skin of your pussy now, his fingers dipping into your wet folds, circling around your peaking bud. "You like that?" he hums, rubbing his hand slowly over your slick before delivering a slap right at your throbbing clit.

You yelp, body trembling with need and hips rolling against Gris’s hand, seeking more friction, seeking the release that is building low in your belly. "Please," you gasp, hips chasing his hand, "Please, I need.. need you"

Enjin laughs, a cruel, short sound. He pinches your nipple hard, sending a jolt of electricity straight to your core. "You don't get to ask for anything. Not after that stunt." He roughly takes off your shirt, unclasping your bra so he can freely play with your tits, having no intention of giving you what you want just yet.

Gris pulls his hand away. The loss of contact is devastating. You are left hovering on the edge, your pussy clenching around nothing, your chest heaving under Enjin’s weight.

Gris easily turns you around like you weigh nothing in his strong grip. Both of the men eyeing your bare form, eyes darkening at the meal they are going to devour.

Gris moves between your legs, hooking his arms under your knees and dragging you down the bed until your ass is resting against his thighs. He frees his cock, thick and heavy, the tip glistening with pre.

He lines it up with your entrance and pushes inside your tight and wet channel. Not giving time for you to adjust, he slams into you, forcing a cry from your lips. Your eyes rolling back at the delicious stretch.

His massive frame presses you into the mattress, "This is what you get for acting like a spoiled little brat" he huffs out, your gummy walls squeezing tight around his cock.

At the same time, Enjin shifts beside you. Large hand tilting your head to the side. He grips his dick, slapping the head against your cheek, leaving a smear of pre-cum on your skin. "Open up," he commands.

You part your lips, and he thrusts in. He doesn't go slow. He shoves his length into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, making you gag. The salty taste of him floods your tongue.

They set a brutal rhythm. Gris pounds into you, his hips snapping against yours, big length stretching you to your limits. The sound of skin slapping fills the room. Wet and loud.

Every thrust drives you further up the bed, forcing Enjin’s cock deeper into your mouth. You are pinned between them, used at both ends, unable to do anything but take it.

"Look at her," Enjin grunts, his head thrown back, the yellow hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. "Choking on it. She loves being full. Isn't that right, brat?"

"You're so tight, so good," Gris breathes, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave fingerprints. He leans down, covering your body with his, his pace never faltering. The dual sensation is overwhelming. Gris hitting deep inside you, massaging that spot that makes your vision white, while Enjin fucks your face with a ruthless precision.

Enjin’s hand mauls your soft breasts, now sore from all his mean ministrations. Twisting your nipples, leaving them sore and aching. While Gris’ thumb rubs over your clit as he pounds into you. Pinching the little bud between his pointer and thumb.

The pressure builds again, fast and uncontrollable. Your body tenses, your toes curling, a muffled scream trying to escape around Enjin’s cock.

They sense it. They know your body too well.

"Not yet," Enjin snarls, "you’re not cumming just yet"

Gris stills his hips, buried deep inside you, but he doesn't move. He holds you there, trembling on the edge, denying you the final friction you need to fall over. You whine, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes, your hips bucking uselessly against him.

"Please," you beg, your voice wrecked. "Please, Gris", knowing he has a soft spot for you, you pout at Gris.

"Ya look so cute when you’re begging” Enjin says. He strokes his cock right over your face, his hand moving fast. "But you don't deserve it yet."

With a guttural groan, Enjin cums. Hot, thick ropes of it land across your cheeks, your nose, your lips. It marks you, sticky and wet, claiming you. The sight of it, the feeling of it dripping down your skin, pushes you closer to the brink, but Gris still holds you trapped.

"Fuck," Enjin breathes, milking the last drops onto your tongue before he collapses back on his heels to watch.

Gris waits until Enjin is finished before he moves again. He pulls out almost entirely, then slams back in, once, twice, three times. On the third thrust, he buries himself to the hilt and grinds against you. You feel him pulse inside you, the heat of his cum flooding your pussy, coating your insides. The feeling is enough to finally shatter you.

Your orgasm rips through you, violent and sudden. Your back arches, your vision blurring, a silent scream tearing from your throat as your pussy clenches around him, milking him for everything he has. Your body trembles under Gris's hold, overwhelmed by the intensity of it, the pleasure bordering on pain.

For a long moment, the only sound in the room is the heavy, ragged breathing of the three of you. The air smells of sex and sweat.

Slowly, the aggression melts away. Gris pulls out gently, a rush of fluid following him, but he doesn't leave you. He collapses onto the bed beside you, pulling you into his massive chest. His arms wrap around you, warm and secure, his hand stroking your hair softly.

"You did so good," he whispers against your forehead, pressing a soft kiss there. "So perfect for us."

Enjin moves from his position, disappearing for a moment before returning with a warm, damp cloth. He cleans your face with a surprising gentleness, wiping away the mess he made, his touch light and careful. Once you’re clean, he slides in behind you, spooning your back, his chest pressing against your spine.

You are sandwiched between them, Enjin’s warmth at your back, Gris’s solid weight at your front. The tension has completely drained from your body, leaving you limp and sated. You nuzzle into Gris's chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat.

Enjin presses a kiss to the back of your neck, his lips lingering on the skin. His hand rests possessively on your stomach.

"Go to sleep, brat," he murmurs, his voice soft but laced with a dark warning. "Just know that I won't be this nice next time."

You sigh, closing your eyes, letting the safety of their embrace pull you under. "I know," you whisper back, already drifting off.

The morning after, you wake up sandwiched between them, but the atmosphere has shifted. Enjin's arm is tight around your waist, his morning wood pressing against your ass, while Gris's hand is already roaming, his fingers dipping into your wetness, both men demanding you prove you're their good girl before they let you out of bed.

[gachiaputa]

fem!tamsy but she looks exactly the same

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Thank you for 300 followers here babes🧡

[gachiaputa]

putting make up on jinshi 𓍯 .

You leaned over Jinshi with the small brush in your hand, trying your best to look serious even though your lips kept twitching into a smile.

"Come on, you promised," you said, tapping the brush against his cheek gently.

Jinshi sighed dramatically, tilting his head back against the cushion. "I must have been out of my mind. Do you really need to paint my face like some court lady? I already have enough people staring at me."

"You said yes," you reminded him sweetly, straddling his lap to keep him in place. His hands immediately found your waist, fingers pressing in enough to make your breath catch. "And you look too pretty not to try this."

"Pretty," he muttered, but his purple eyes sparkled with amusement. "You're lucky I adore you."

You started with the powder, dabbing it carefully across his already flawless skin. He didn't need much, honestly, Jinshi's face was practically made for this.

Not even a minute in, he started his usual antics, he leaned forward and pressed a slow kiss to the side of your neck, right where he knew it made you shiver.

"Jinshi," you warned, pulling back slightly. "I'm trying to concentrate."

"Mm, but your neck is right here," he whispered against your skin. His hands slid up your sides, thumbs brushing just under your ribs. "How am I supposed to sit still when you're this close?"

You laughed softly and nudged his shoulder. "Behave. Or no more kisses for a week."

He gasped. "Cruel woman. You'd deny your own partner?"

Still, he settled down for about thirty seconds before his fingers started tracing little circles on your thighs. Every time you moved to blend the blush on his cheeks, he'd tilt his head and catch your wrist with his lips, kissing the inside of it.

"You're impossible," you whispered, but your voice had gone a little breathy, his clinginess always did that to you.

"I'm simply showing appreciation," he said innocently, though the way his hands squeezed your hips felt anything but innocent. He pulled you closer until your chests pressed together. "You smell nice today. Did you use that oil I gave you?"

You tried to ignore the heat pooling in your stomach. "Focus."

But Jinshi had other plans. He kept stealing little kisses, on your jaw, your collarbone, the corner of your mouth when you leaned in too close. Every complaint came wrapped in affection.

"This itches," he'd say, then immediately follow it with, "You look beautiful when you're focused like this," and kiss you again.

By the time you finished with the eyeliner and a touch of pink on his lips, your heart was beating way too fast. You sat back on his thighs to admire your work.

And then you froze.

Jinshi looked unreal.

The soft shimmer on his eyelids made his eyes pop even more. The blush brought out the delicate structure of his face and the pink on his lips made them look plush and inviting. His long hair framed everything perfectly. He didn't look like a man wearing makeup. He looked like a breathtakingly beautiful woman, elegant and almost otherworldly.

Your mouth went dry.

Oh no.

You stared at him in complete silence, eyes wide, as a very loud panic started screaming in your head. He was so pretty it actually hurt. The kind of pretty that made your brain short-circuit and question every preference you'd ever had.

Jinshi noticed immediately, of course. A slow smirk tugged at his painted lips.

"Well?" he asked, voice smooth like honey. "Do I pass your test?"

You didn't answer.

He chuckled softly and sat up, wrapping his arms fully around your waist. "Cat got your tongue, love?"

"You look…" Your voice came out hoarse. You swallowed. "Jinshi, you look really fucking pretty."

His eyes darkened with pleasure at the compliment as one hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing your lower lip.

"Pretty enough to kiss?" he whispered, leaning in until his breath ghosted over your mouth.

You didn't answer with words, you just closed the distance, kissing him deeply, tasting the faint sweetness of the lip tint. He sighed into it, pulling you tighter against him as his fingers tangled in your robes. The kiss grew hotter, his body warm and solid beneath you despite how delicate his face looked right now.

When you finally pulled back for air, you rested your forehead against his. "You're dangerous like this," you whispered.

Jinshi smiled, lips slightly smudged from your kiss, and it only made him look better.

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a/n: i love when dudes look like pretty girls. also this took me a shit ton of time i wrote like one paragraph every few days until i finished it

[gachiaputa]

putting make up on jinshi 𓍯 .

You leaned over Jinshi with the small brush in your hand, trying your best to look serious even though your lips kept twitching into a smile.

"Come on, you promised," you said, tapping the brush against his cheek gently.

Jinshi sighed dramatically, tilting his head back against the cushion. "I must have been out of my mind. Do you really need to paint my face like some court lady? I already have enough people staring at me."

"You said yes," you reminded him sweetly, straddling his lap to keep him in place. His hands immediately found your waist, fingers pressing in enough to make your breath catch. "And you look too pretty not to try this."

"Pretty," he muttered, but his purple eyes sparkled with amusement. "You're lucky I adore you."

You started with the powder, dabbing it carefully across his already flawless skin. He didn't need much, honestly, Jinshi's face was practically made for this.

Not even a minute in, he started his usual antics, he leaned forward and pressed a slow kiss to the side of your neck, right where he knew it made you shiver.

"Jinshi," you warned, pulling back slightly. "I'm trying to concentrate."

"Mm, but your neck is right here," he whispered against your skin. His hands slid up your sides, thumbs brushing just under your ribs. "How am I supposed to sit still when you're this close?"

You laughed softly and nudged his shoulder. "Behave. Or no more kisses for a week."

He gasped. "Cruel woman. You'd deny your own partner?"

Still, he settled down for about thirty seconds before his fingers started tracing little circles on your thighs. Every time you moved to blend the blush on his cheeks, he'd tilt his head and catch your wrist with his lips, kissing the inside of it.

"You're impossible," you whispered, but your voice had gone a little breathy, his clinginess always did that to you.

"I'm simply showing appreciation," he said innocently, though the way his hands squeezed your hips felt anything but innocent. He pulled you closer until your chests pressed together. "You smell nice today. Did you use that oil I gave you?"

You tried to ignore the heat pooling in your stomach. "Focus."

But Jinshi had other plans. He kept stealing little kisses, on your jaw, your collarbone, the corner of your mouth when you leaned in too close. Every complaint came wrapped in affection.

"This itches," he'd say, then immediately follow it with, "You look beautiful when you're focused like this," and kiss you again.

By the time you finished with the eyeliner and a touch of pink on his lips, your heart was beating way too fast. You sat back on his thighs to admire your work.

And then you froze.

Jinshi looked unreal.

The soft shimmer on his eyelids made his eyes pop even more. The blush brought out the delicate structure of his face and the pink on his lips made them look plush and inviting. His long hair framed everything perfectly. He didn't look like a man wearing makeup. He looked like a breathtakingly beautiful woman, elegant and almost otherworldly.

Your mouth went dry.

Oh no.

You stared at him in complete silence, eyes wide, as a very loud panic started screaming in your head. He was so pretty it actually hurt. The kind of pretty that made your brain short-circuit and question every preference you'd ever had.

Jinshi noticed immediately, of course. A slow smirk tugged at his painted lips.

"Well?" he asked, voice smooth like honey. "Do I pass your test?"

You didn't answer.

He chuckled softly and sat up, wrapping his arms fully around your waist. "Cat got your tongue, love?"

"You look…" Your voice came out hoarse. You swallowed. "Jinshi, you look really fucking pretty."

His eyes darkened with pleasure at the compliment as one hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing your lower lip.

"Pretty enough to kiss?" he whispered, leaning in until his breath ghosted over your mouth.

You didn't answer with words, you just closed the distance, kissing him deeply, tasting the faint sweetness of the lip tint. He sighed into it, pulling you tighter against him as his fingers tangled in your robes. The kiss grew hotter, his body warm and solid beneath you despite how delicate his face looked right now.

When you finally pulled back for air, you rested your forehead against his. "You're dangerous like this," you whispered.

Jinshi smiled, lips slightly smudged from your kiss, and it only made him look better.

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a/n: i love when dudes look like pretty girls. also this took me a shit ton of time i wrote like one paragraph every few days until i finished it

[gachiaputa]

hiii nora. If your reqs are open I was wondering if you could some jinshi x reader fluff where reader puts makeup on him? My curiosity got the better of me after watching the anime

yesss of course!! it's here<3333

[moviecritc]

꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ OUR HOST CLUB MASTERLIST (for the 10k event)

✶◟DC COMICS

Prom Queen!Reader has a date with Cheerleader!Koriand'r

Criminology Student!Reader has a date with Frat Boy!Roy Harper

Baker!Reader has a date with Sorority Girl!Donna Troy

✶◟JUJUTSU KAISEN

Vampire!Reader has a date with Loner!Shoko Ieiri

Shy!Reader has a date with Jock!Yuuji Itadori

Yapper!Reader has a date with Alt!Suguru Geto

Pervert!Reader has a date with Loner!Shoko Ieiri

Masc!Reader has a date with Bimbo!Satoru Gojo

✶◟ATTACK ON TITAN

Hopeless Romantic!Reader has a date with Nerd!Armin Arlert

Artsy!Reader has a date with Goth!Mikasa Ackerman

Ballerina!Reader has a date with Goth!Mikasa Ackerman

Drummer!Reader has a date with Goth!Mikasa Ackerman

✶◟JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE

Whimsigoth!Reader has a date with Jock!Caesar Zeppeli and Jock!Joseph Joestar

Linguistics Student!Reader has a date with Med Student!Gyro Zeppeli

Gamer!Reader has a date with Art Major!Noriaki Kakyoin

Sorority Girl!Reader has a date with Bad Girl!Jolyne Cujoh

✶◟DEMON SLAYER

Artist!Reader has a date with Math Teacher!Sanemi Shinazugawa

✶◟GACHIAKUTA

Punk!Reader has a date with Stoner!Enjin

Skater!Reader has a date with Rival!Zanka Nijiku

✶◟THE APOTHECARY DIARIES

Popular!Reader has a date with Jock!Lihaku

Bookworm!Reader has a date with Popular!Jinshi

✶◟NARUTO

Academic High-Achiever!Reader has a date with Cheerleader!Sakura Haruno

Flirty!Reader has a date with Cheerleader!Sakura Haruno

Sweetheart!Teacher!Reader has a date with Teacher!Kakashi and Teacher!Iruka

Tutor!Reader has a date with Skater!Naruto

a/n: this list might have some changes, and i might open more slots for a few fandoms, so stay tuned!

[gachiaputa]

+18 talking with enjin through the chokers while you masturbate 𓍯 .

Enjin's been out on a mission for the last two days. Usually, when he's busy, you are also busy with your own mission of your team or just training. But this week is just so... boring. You spend almost all day sitting with Semiu at the reception, gossiping and peeking the files.

You don't want to accept it, but you kinda miss Enjin. Not him as a whole, definitely not his personality. But his fingers and his cock. His thick, tattoo-covered fingers teasing you and stretching you, his tongue leaving feather-light kisses in your thighs just before tasting your clit.

It was frustrating at this point.

So, late that night, when everyone is asleep and you're locked in your room with just your panties on, you call him through your choker, already regretting when he picks up.

"Hi, prettyyyy," he says, giggling a little when he hears you groan. "Everything alright?"

You go straight to the point.

"Are you by yourself?"

"Yeah, baby. Just me." Enjin's voice drops instantly, playful lilt still there. You can practically see the slow curl of his mouth even though he's god-knows-where on some blood-soaked assignment. "Got my own shitty little room tonight. No one's close enough to hear… unless you start screaming my name too loud."

He lets the silence stretch just long enough for your thighs to press together.

"Why're we asking? You naked already or just… desperate?"

You swallow. "Panties. Just panties."

A pleased hum rolls through the choker like he's tasting the word. "Good girl. That's a nice start." There's a faint rustle; him shifting, probably getting comfortable, maybe palming himself already. "Spread your legs for me. Let the air hit you. I want you feeling how empty you are right now."

Your breath catches, but you do it, knees falling open on the sheets, cool air kissing damp cotton.

"Hand between your thighs," he continues, voice lazy and smug like he's lounging back watching you squirm from miles away. "Don't go inside yet. Just… cup yourself over the fabric. Press the heel of your palm right against your clit and hold it there. No rubbing."

You obey before you can even think about sassing him back. The contact makes your hips twitch anyway.

"There she is," he murmurs, almost tender. Then the smugness floods back in. "Bet you're already soaking through those pretty little panties, aren't you? Two days without my fingers and you're this fucking needy."

"…Yeah," you breathe. "Soaked."

"Course you are." He chuckles. "Slide them to the side. Slow. Let me picture how puffy you get when you're aching like this. Show me how wet my good girl got just thinking about me."

Your fingertips hook the fabric, dragging it over to the side. Cool air hits slick skin and you whimper quietly.

"Fuck, I heard that," Enjin groans, the first real crack in his composure. "That little sound… you have no idea what it does to me." Another rustle, a low hiss of breath like he's finally gripping himself properly. "Two fingers. Slide them along your slit. Don't push in. Get them nice and shiny for me."

You do. The glide is obscene, too easy, too wet.

"Now bring them up to your mouth," he orders, voice dropping to a rough purr. "Taste how much you miss me. Suck them clean and tell me if I’m right about how sweet you are when you're this turned on."

Heat floods your face even as you lift your fingers. You hesitate half a second.

"Don't make me count, baby." The tease is gone; it's pure command now, wrapped in velvet. "Mouth. Now."

You slide them past your lips. Salty-sweet. Your tongue curls around them automatically.

"Mmph, it's good," you whisper, your mouth drooling with your taste.

Enjin groans again. "Fuck… yeah, just like that. Look at ya, so obedient when you want to be. Keep sucking. Pretend it's my cock instead. Get them dripping again."

Your eyes flutter closed. You hollow your cheeks, moaning softly around your own fingers.

"Goddamn," he mutters. "If I was there I'd have your thighs over my shoulders already. Tongue buried so deep you'd forget how to breathe. But since I'm not…" His voice turns molten. "Take those soaked fingers back down. Circle your clit, tight little circles. Exactly the way I do it. The way that makes your toes curl and your back arch."

You follow instantly. The first pass makes your hips jerk off the mattress.

"Easy," he soothes, but you hear the grin in it. "Don't chase it yet. Edge yourself for me. Get right to that trembling point… then stop. I wanna hear you suffer a little."

Your clit throbs angrily. "E-enjin..."

"You're shaking already, aren't you?" he taunts. "Poor thing. Pinch it between your fingers the way I do, just enough sting to make you whine."

You gasp when you obey. The little burst of pleasure-pain shoots straight up your spine.

"That's it," Enjin breathes, voice rougher now, rhythm audible. He's stroking himself in time with your movements. "Keep going. Don't stop. Tell me how close you are. Use your words, pretty."

"M'Close fuck—Enjin, really close..."

"Good." The smugness is back, thick and dripping. "Then stop again. Hands up. Lace them behind your head."

You nearly sob, but you do it. Arms up, fingers locked, thighs trembling, clit pulsing uselessly in the open air.

"Look at you," he croons, voice thick with satisfaction. "So fucking gorgeous when you're desperate. You gonna beg yet, baby? Or should I make you edge one more time before I let you come all over your fingers while you moan my name?"

His tone says he already knows the answer.

And worse, you both know you're going to give it to him.

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a/n: this idea has been in my head for like two months i'm so glad i put it out

[kamislop]

NORA YOU FUCKING NASTY GENIUS OH MY FUCKING GOD.

[gachiaputa]

thank you tina-chan

[gachiaputa]

lab partner!maomao fluff headcanons 𓍯 .

lab partner!maomao that the first thing that told you was, “I can do everything for the both of us, don’t worry.” You didn’t buy it, telling her that you two form a team and will do the exercises together.

lab partner!maomao who stared at you for a long second with her sharp eyes, like she was sizing up whether you were serious or just being polite. Then she gave this tiny shrug and said, “Okay, but don't slow me down, please.”

lab partner!maomao who shows up to every lab session exactly on time, hair tied the same way, sleeves rolled up showing a few scars and a little notebook already open. She doesn’t waste a single second on small talk. The moment the instructions are handed out she’s scanning them like they’re a poison recipe she needs to memorize.

lab partner!maomao who actually lets you do your part, but stands way too close while you measure reagents, muttering corrections under her breath. “A little more on the left. No, that’s too much. Here, let me just—” and her hand brushes yours when she adjusts the pipette.

lab partner!maomao who turns every single experiment into a quiet competition. She’ll glance at your notes, then at hers and if yours look cleaner she’ll suddenly rewrite hers in even neater handwriting just to one-up you. When you point it out she just says, “It’s good practice,” with the tiniest smirk.

lab partner!maomao who keeps a secret stash of antidotes in her bag “just in case.” You caught her once slipping a tiny vial of something back in after a spill and she pretended it was hand sanitizer. You still don’t know if she was joking.

lab partner!maomao who gets strangely excited when the lab involves anything toxic or flammable. Her eyes light up and she starts explaining the exact symptoms of poisoning in way too much detail while you’re trying to focus on the procedure. “If you inhale this for more than thirty seconds you’ll feel dizzy first, then your tongue goes numb and it's such a cool sensation”

lab partner!maomao who actually listens when you explain your ideas, even if she thinks they’re a little dumb at first. She’ll tilt her head, tap her pen against her lip and then say, “That could work… but what if we add this instead?” and suddenly your basic plan turns into something way more clever.

lab partner!maomao that, when you got a tiny burn, gave you at least ten different things that you could put in it to heal faster and made sure that the wound was perfectly wrapped so it could heal properly. You didn't mention how worried she looked while doing it, just in case.

lab partner!maomao who hates group presentations but forces herself to practice with you after hours. She stands there reciting her part in the most deadpan voice until you start making silly faces at her and she finally cracks a small laugh. It’s rare, but when it happens it feels like winning a prize.

lab partner!maomao who notices when you’re tired or stressed and suddenly pushes a small packet of herbal tea across the table without saying anything. “Drink it. It’ll help with the headache you’re pretending you don’t have.”

lab partner!maomao who, by the end of the semester, still claims she could do everything herself… but now she waits for you before starting any new experiment. She’ll look at you expectantly, like she’s daring you to prove her wrong again and you can tell she secretly likes having a teammate who won’t let her take all the work.

lab partner!maomao who grumbles when you get the same grade on the final report, muttering “of course we tied” like it’s somehow disappointing and satisfying at the same time. You have to remind her that you worked together on the project, of course you're getting the same grade.

lab partner!maomao who you somehow ended up with for the whole year, and even though she’s prickly and a little terrifying, you wouldn’t trade her for any other partner in the class.

a/n: can't these lesbians just kiss omfg. art credits: swoomiko

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