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𝐒𝐄𝐍 18↑. she/her. fem!charas x fem!reader blog navigation. rules.
haha i wrote about her first before the anime, i claim first place hahaaa
desscaras x fem! reader
the strongest witch is also the clingiest one of them all to her one and only.
cw: none. fluff no spoilers or anything for those who haven’t read the manga. think of this as an introduction to her character and you should hop on reading for her (i haven’t even hit the 50 chapter mark yet bro, but I need to read for my black queen again)
desscaras isn’t ashamed of showing you off to the world. hell, if anything, she’ll proudly announce to any crowd that’s gathered just from her mere presence that not only is she the strongest there is; she’s also a devoted woman who’s engaged to the best woman in the world beside her. wanna guess who that woman is? you don’t even have to say it, desscaras will happily answer it for you. your full name runs right off her tongue with pride just as smooth as the boasts she makes. just like always, she can back them up with her actions, displaying her hand, promise ring sitting around her finger, and letting it glitter in the sunlight to anyone who wants to know. desscaras even brandishes the jewelry to shit-talking majin who hurls insults at her that’s far from the mark.
the abysaal witch maybe at the top of the leaderboard but that doesn’t mean she’s alone.
“ damn, i thought i was finally gonna die if i didn’t come back to you fast enoughhh. “ your spouse whines dramatically, burying her face into your chest while she has you sitting pretty on her lap. you chucked, nails gently scratching her scrap, careful to not mess up her cornrows.
“ dess, we see each other everyday. we literally live together. what’s the rush? i’ll also be here waiting for you unless i get sent to a mission or something. “
your lover pulls away with a scowl that’s far from intimidating and lifts up her chin to glare at you. she looks like an angry kitten.
“ what’s the rush? psh, you just said it! what’s better than to come home to my wifey, my family after a long day of carrying the title of the goat on my back?”
“ hmm. i can think of a million things if i were the great desscaras. “ you playfully responded it and she huffs, gently squeezing you in her embrace. her glossy bottom lip juts, “ if those million of things don’t include you than stop thinking. now, quit playing wimme and kiss me already. “
you stifle out a giggle as she cutely puckers her lips, waiting expectantly and impatiently for a kiss that might lead to one of a million things desscaras is currently thinking of wanting to do with you.
imagine catherine augustus andoha waking up from her cryosleep to find the love of her life married to a man
catherine augustus andohar (ptn) x fem!reader
for catherine it was just another exorbitant ball thrown by the most pompous and pretentious individuals of disscity when fate had led her back to you. it wasn't like she didn't try to find you until now, in fact you were one of her first thoughts after her long slumber and until now your shadows slipped from her grasps.
her beaming eyes softened a shade dimmer as it nails your figure, the years you've lived while she slept showed even from her afar but she'd never mistake you for anybody else. your skin was as radiant as the general had remembered, only now it doesn't cling to your bones as better. she tries to meet your eyes but her view was obstructed by a man.
before she could come over and greet, the man had taken a comfortable place by your side as if he'd done it countless times before while you allow his arm to caress your waist. it was then catherine had caught a shiny glint under the chandelier; a thin gold band around your ring finger.
the great outcast general could only laugh lightly. despite all her boasting, time never revolved around her and it certainly did not wait for her.
however, she had never needed time in the first place. it is finite, but she knows how to utilize limited resources. and she is patient, very. patience that lasted for a few moments until she strutted over your place, making her presence known to every attendee.
meanwhile, your face morphs to disbelief the moment you recognize her eternal face. she looked exactly the same from that day; the day you put her to sleep.
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"promise me," catherine whispers as she lay in her new bed. a few moments from now she'd be off to peace and quiet.
"i promise." you agree even though she hasn't made the promise clear yet. you take her hand in yours and dig your fingers to the back of her hand, it would take a lot more to hurt her but you hope your feeble strength is enough to carve your existence onto her. catherine laughs at your eagerness as she envelops your hand with both of her firm ones.
"live, my love." she had fought and faced death many times to carve her name into the stone of history but she's ready to do more to etch herself in your memory. catherine takes a long pause as if she's lining up her next words perfectly. or maybe she's afraid to say it. "don't wait for me."
"live every moment i can't and the years i don't have." catherine presses her forehead to yours. "i don't want to be your shackle. don't let my memory hold you back." even as the words come out her mouth she yearns to haunt your wake. she hopes you never forget her and think of her every second she's asleep and you're not. if she had truly made her name known, then let all the legends and stories of her not just accompany through your lone stride but remind you that you belong to her.
alas, your reply never came through words but as a small nod.
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"catherine," you breathe. you jump into her arms before your unshed tears fall.
catherine closes her arm around you by instinct as she looks for the right words, her first words to you. is 'i missed you' enough? should she say something about the ring? how does one greet their greatest love? the general finds herself speechless in front of you much to her fascination.
"all these years, in all of my long dreams, you were always there," catherine wraps her arms around you tightly, firmly; she had missed the reality of your touch. after a few moments, the general willed herself to pull away and grabbed your hands.
"may i have this dance?" her lips press a gentle kiss to your hand as she sends you a question with only one answer.
"you need not ask." and catherine leads you towards the center where the chandeliers are the brightest and the music is ambient.
the general basks in your radiance, her grip is soft but there is no distance between your bodies. she leans further to you, "would you hate me if i kissed you right now?"
"i'd never hate you, catherine. you know that." but even as the words leave your lips, the general feels your warmth slowly leave her body. "but-" you swallow in pity to yourself, you know she's already noticed but why can't you bring yourself to say it to her face: 'i have a husband now.'
"i know. you've kept your promise," catherine finishes for you and closes the distance you opened.
"but i'm here now and i swear on my long slumber that i will win my place back by your side. i will make you mine again, i promise," she presses her forehead to yours and puts your intertwined hands over her beating heart. no matter what it takes.
dragon offering (dragon! synex x f! reader)
CW: unprotected sex, hemipenes, smut utc (mdni)
love triangle with momo & aira
pairing: momo ayase x gn!reader x aira shiratori
tags: romantic rivalry, frenemies (aira & momo), silly fluff
those two loathe each other ever since they first met one another! they might've gotten off on the wrong foot, but even if they hadn't, they would've ended up hating each other eventually
momo had a crush on you first, but aira is convinced she fell for you harder! she's sure she loves you more than momo and deserves to date you more because of that!
both girls know of the other's feelings, simply because they pay so much attention to you that they notice how different they behave around you compared to everyone else…
aira always talks badly about momo around you, even making up stories to make momo look bad! she's determined to win you over at any price
momo doesn't like talking badly about other girls – but she makes an exception for aira! that girl infuriates her and she's always clearing up any lies aira puts out in the world about her, while also venting her frustrations to you…
eventually, momo and aira do begin to get along more. perhaps they never actually hated each other to begin with. but now they're too prideful to admit that and continue their little rivalry
they're still constantly at each other's throat about you, but you still catch them banter with each other and sometimes even bonding together…
zani x boss!reader.
note: this was sitting on my drafts for a while now.
it only took a few shots after a particularly hard mission and a few piles of paperwork. you thought it would have taken more but you'd be lying if you deny you were already lusting after your hot employee.
it was around halfway through your third glass when zani came knocking in for her daily report. she looked ragged, more than usual, yet still look the finest. only fragments of her words registered in your mind; your attention fixated on her lips—what would it be like covered in red? would it still look soft and fluffy? or sinfully inviting?
“zani.” you call out to the woman heading towards the door, her back facing you. “care to join me for a drink?” you just wanted answers to your questions.
you were passing her fifth that you poured when it happened. zani takes the glass from your hand and with firm and slow movements, tapped the arm rest of her chair. the sound of skin muffled by the velvety leather echoed through the room. sit. zani orders loudly, despite not opening her mouth once.
so you did. because who are you to deny your ever so hard working subordinate.
the petite armrest supports your weight as your back faces her side. both of you sip the red liquid in your hands quietly for a brief amount of time, each second the tension in the rooms thickens and another bob your throat edges you closer to the line between office workers to something more.
the sound of glass echoes behind you; zani puts her drink on the side table. there’s shuffling behind you until a small gush of breath fans your ears and an arm snaking through your waste. “did you really think his would be enough to get me intoxicated?”
a shiver ran through your spine. your moment of shock was taken advantage of as zani easily moved you to her lap. she bring you further into her with one swift motion and now her soft breast press against your back. you feel something hartouch your thigh.
“zani.” you bit your lips in anticipation.
“i can think of other ways you can help me relax though.” zani turns you heads sideways and meets your lips with hers. the breath that fanned your ears mixes with your own. her hand glides to the back of your head to deepen the kiss. her lips intoxicating you than any other alcohol, lulling you into doing things you probably shouldn’t.
zani moves back to give you a pause to catch your breath. both of your eyes stare into one another, a storm of pure lust and hunger. after a beat, you were the one to dive in this time. zani’s fingers tug your chin downwards. you open your mouth to welcome her tongue with yours. both of your saliva becoming one and you feel her strong hands roam your body, but never really touching you where you want them.
“on your knees,boss” zani whispers.
your knees touch the cold hard floor, it’s been such a long time since you’ve look up to someone. maybe such a time didn’t exist. but zani’s eyes peered at you from above with eyes drowning in power. one hand caress your face with tenderness, her thumb parting your lips lightly. your eye contact breaks when her dilated pupils glance downward. and you wasted no time placing your eager hands on her knees, slowly riding upwards.
your fingers make quick work of her pants to confirm your suspicions earlier. hard plastic greets you. its girth makes you wonder how you failed to notice its existence when she walked through the door.
the sound of your tongue stroking zani’s dick echoed through the vast walls of the room. from the tip to the bottom, nerves and the base, no part left dry. your lips part to welcome the head and slowly lower your face to try and meet the end of the plastic.
zani’s hand reach out to caress your face. “surprised?” she chuckled as she pushes your head down and tears form in the edges of your eyes from the impact. “why do you think i gave you that bottle knowing the busiest and most hectic time of the year is coming up?”
your eyes widen, you always thought your horniness went one way. it seemed like zani had her own ways to bed you too. zani’s little laugh joins the sound of your gags. then, she bunched your hair and pulled you into a heated kiss while her hands undress you swiftly.
“come. i’ve been wearing this for the past week just for you,” zani drags your waist and positions it above her length. hearing her words was enough for you to slam yourself down and you feel it fill you up on ways you haven’t before. you imagine zani having this under her pants for the past week just for the slim chance the she can fuck you.
“zani,” you moan.
“yes, all of this is just for you.” zani guides your hips as you bounce rhythmically. the tips knocking at the deepest parts of your inside got you screaming zani’s name over and over. meanwhile, zani nibbles your ear.
“fuck, im close,” zani blows one last breath in your ear and moved to bite your neck while her hips thrust to meet yours. you felt yourself shaking and getting weak from the upcoming climax and zani took it as a que to flip your positions. your bare back hits the soft leather as zani pounds your insides so hard the chair started squeaking and rocking.
“come,” zani commands as her fingers gives both of your nipple a hard pinch. and the stimulation was enough to send you over the edge and more. you feel yourself dampening the arm chair below with your juices.
zani places a kiss on your forehead. “i think i could get used to this kind of ‘rest’”
lord ravager phantylia can ravage me baby cuz goddamn
Omg I wish I was up to date with wuwa lore cause HO MAH GAWD PHROLOVA??????
HECK THAT GIRL IUNO GOD DAMN
I just wanna kiss them silly and cuddle with them so BADLY 😭
Curse wuwa for crashing on my device 💔
im so sorry to your device🥀 that must suck bruh
anw!
did u see their lineup for the upcoming patches?!?! its freaking crazy, fine shawtys left and right omg. im saving up for phrolova as well cuz i know i was getting her the moment i laid my eyes on her on huanglong😙🫶
ALSO PLAY THE MAIN QUESTS BB CUZ ITS SO FIRE!! 2.3 was really good, i dunno abt 2.4 since i haven't started it yet tho but augusta lupa and iuno! im getting my ass up to rake those astrites cuz i need all of them (raw)
kuro giving me these pretty ladies left and right ! my brain is rottttingggg send asks yall
its 3am and i can't that one feixiao lc art out of my head sucking her off is not enoughhhhhh.
ASTRAL EXPRESS' RESIDENT SLUT
imagine being the resident slut of the astral express. just himeko, march and stelle making you take care of their insatiable sexual needs. they're free to take you anywhere and anytime they'd like. you're at their beck and call and you're more than happy to serve.
stelle is always ecstatic and eager, takes advantage of this situation. she’s not afraid to tell you how horny she is and would love for you to take care of the aching sweetness between her legs. lil raccoon is also bold enough to give you frisky touches in public.
“stelle— what are you—ah!” you whisper between breaths as you hear the sound of your zipper becoming undone, the culprit smirking beside you. her eyes glower with undisguised lust. “i can’t wait anymore. i’ve been wanting to do this all day.” you think you hallucinated a small pool of saliva gathering in the side of her pinkish lips. like an eager dog. she bends down to level her head to yours and gave the shell of your ear a small lick. “you’re the one who said anywhere anytime.” she whispers, her voice pulsing and settling in your core. “someone might catch—nngh—us.” you breath as you feel her palm you through the fabric of your underwear. stelle grabs your hand and guides it to press against your mouth. “try your best to stay quiet then.” stelle answers while her fingers tug the hem of your panties upwards, effectively rubbing the cloth through your wet folds. “or you could scream my name until the whole train knows how im making you feel good.” the taller woman finally couldn’t wait anymore and pushed your panties to the side to make way for her long fingers. “whichever is fine by me, baby.”
finally finished my masterlist. the thing took me half a years worth of will power just to finish. anw i have two fics on the drafts, all finished. just needs some polishing ✨🫶
NAVIGATION
< HONKAI STAR RAIL >
imagine being acheron's anchor to reality
imagine black swan as a pervert
ALL THE LITTLE THINGS
a sneak peak of what its like dating your favorite hsr character. includes: himeko, serval, seele, stelle, bronya, march 7th, ruan mei, herta, robin
HSR WOMEN'S REACTION WHEN YOU DON'T PULL FOR THEM
featuring: silver wolf, lingsha, the herta, kafka, sparkle
FINAL WALTZ
kafka x fem!reader one dance to celebrate the last, a final moment to honor a love that cannot be.
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TWILIGHT
jinhsi x fem! reader the story of two children, of a thief and a magistrate. and how two worlds, contrasting each other like heaven and soil, collide and mold into one.
pure filthy smut w/ zani and arleccchino
arlecchino and maid outfits
imagine arlecchino meeting a soft spoken girly shy reader who ADORES and loves wearing frilly Fontainian dresses. Do you think arlecchino would absolutely doll her up 24/7 (I mean she's a harbinger she's prob FILTHY rich) and tease her about.
OH Just IMAGINE SITTING ON HER LAP WITH A CUTE FLUFFY SKIRT AND GLITTERY WHITE STOCKINGSsbssybsbus
OKAY HEAR ME OUT!! MAID OUTFITS!! i got carried away with this. oops.
so imagine its may 10th and arlecchino just randomly brings out an expensive looking paper bag. you're surprised because there is nothing special on that day that warrants a gift from the knave herself but then again arlecchino likes spoiling you and giving you gifts on her whim. you also know arlecchino long enough that nothing good would come out from refusing her, so you tug the ribbon and open the bag to see black and white cloth. at first you were like "???" but then you pull it out and see a maid outfit with the most intricate patterns on the frills you've ever seen. even the black hair bad ahs frills. no matter how you look at it, it looks too fancy to be a maid outfit. i imagine it has some red highlights and streaks, a way to show who you serve.
"i heard from the grapevine that today is what most considers to be 'maid day' and i thought what a great way to celebrate my ownership on you" arlecchino smirks and before you can even think about what kind of grapevine she`s been in to know this kind of information, she pulls out a box, much smaller than the previous one. you take it and arle just says, "here, something to go with the outfit." and shoos you to the bathroom.
so you open the box in the bathroom and you see a black choker with a gold bell. the cloth of the choker made of thin black leather and it had red strings crisscrossed leading up to the small shiny gold bell. well, arlecchino went out of her way to order an outfit and a choker made perfectly for you, who are you to decline your master. you change into the clothing and went out of the bathroom. you`re probably the most dolled up maid in teyvat.
you put on a show and bunch up the ends of your long skirt to curtsy, lowering you head slightly. arlecchino's eyes glint under the light, she eyes her lap and you waste no time climbing. her hands remain at her sides the whole time, refusing to touch you. you whimper from the lack of warmth but arle doesn't budge one bit.
"what kind of maid wants her master to please her?" arlecchino arches an eyebrow. "if you wan something, you know what do? don't you, pup?" you throat bobs as you nod.
"serve me," arlecchino orders.
and so you did. because maids do all the work.
pure filthy smut with arlecchino and zani!
imagine being banged by both arlecchino and zani. zani would have white haired bush around her base while arle prefers to have hers shaven. while arle’s dick is on thinner side, it more than makes up for its length. i feel like arle’s tip would huge asf though. the type that would be caught in your entrance every time it goes in and out and its big enough to touch that one spot near your hole. zani’s girth would be thick and heavy and it doesn’t matter if she’s turned on or not, her dick always has veins popping and angry.
they’re both very stressed so any sexual intercourse with them is spicy to the t. the best position they like is of course any position they can be inside you at the same time. zani would pound your ass until its the shape of her dick while arle’s dick would be kissing your womb. sometimes they would feel each other throbbing and moving inside you. sometime’s zani would give your ass a few slap while arle pinches your clit from the front. sometimes arle would be biting your neck while zani fondles your breasts from behind.
they’d both have you on your knees as their cocks twitch in front your face. their mush covering your nostril and intoxicating you deeper each time you smell. both of them would slap your face with their cocks and have you thanking and worshipping their dicks the next moment. you’d kiss it lovingly while they smear their load on to your face, mixing with your tears and drool. they’d have you gagging and crying and screaming and you all would go at it for a whole night like animals in their heat. i mean thats what happens when you mate with two monsters.
started rinascita quest and wow this is peak
𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐙 kafka x fem!reader one dance to celebrate the last, a final moment to honor a love that cannot be. tags: 1.3k, violence, death, lots of angst
with a firm pull of the trigger, the final bullet of your gun embedded itself on the head of your last remaining opponent.
in the silence of the grand corridor, your bloodied body slouched from fatigue as you heave the sigh you’ve been withholding ever since you entered the large residence. from the near distance you can faintly hear the sounds of classical music. a distinct contrast from the deafening sound of your pounding heart.
you steel yourself and head towards the ginormous wooden doors. even through your blurring vision, you can still make out the intricate patterns of glimmering gold and elegant flowers.
you enter the hall and suddenly the prowling grasps of death were replaced by the lively air permeating the ballroom. the lifeless guards nowhere in sight and instead your vision was filled with lively guests, each presence commanding sophistication and grace. no more was the smell of metallic blood, just the aroma of champagne and expensive perfume.
even though your suit was soaked with blood from head to toe and blood drips from every step you take, nobody batted an eye your way. you take it as a sign to head to the middle of the vast room.
you down a glass or two of expensive wine and the taste of iron and lavish flavor burst on your tongue. and before you know it, you’re under the biggest and brightest chandelier in the center. where she agreed to meet you.
you don’t look around, just silently tuck your gun away. she’s here and she’ll come when she deems its the right time to do so. after all, she has her way of doing things.
it didn’t take long for her to show herself. you crane your head down from staring directly at the light of the chandelier and tilt it sideways. the side of your face faces your left back where she stood in all her glory. but your eyes never left the gold ornament decorated with pretty lights.
“would you do me the honor of having this dance?” the alluring voice drowned your boisterous heart beats and the calm music. purple locks and purple eyes graced your sight, what a delight.
kafka is finally here.
the question goes unanswered verbally and she takes your callous hands with her equally hardened ones, the dried up blood staining her freshly manicured yet calloused fingertips. the moment your skin met you hear the music in the background slowly changing from an orchestra to a string quintet, like a melody touching another.
you recognized it from the sound of the first note alone. but it didn’t matter for when kafka is around she is the only thing your senses can focus on.
your eyes can only see the little cuts littering her face that the gods, if they were real, rook tike sculpting. ears that can only register her honey voice and her touch is the only thing you are allowed to feel when she is near.
she’s irresistible and she knows it, you doubt you’re capable of refusing her. thus, the reason for your presence at this moment.
a few months prior, a crow delivered a fancy letter while you were on the middle of a mission. you would’ve mistaken it for anything else but the shade of the lipstick mark sealing the envelope was one too familiar.
you didn’t open it until much later to the day where you are in the privacy of the hotel you were staying at. inside the envelope was not a letter but a music score, filled with intricate notes and symphonies. above the rows of staff read “last dance, composed by kafka, yours truly” in delicate handwriting.
it took you a while to decode the hidden message inside the beautiful harmony, countless of hours playing the melody until it’s branded to your brain and you can hear it while you dream. your knowledge of music wasn’t that great but you can perfectly play this symphony on a violin, where it was intended to be played.
“how did you like my present? i thought a lot about it, you know,” kafka smiled at you as you both sway your bodies to the music she gifted you. both of you paint a moment that couldn’t be more immaculate.
“it was perfect. i’m confident i can play it better than the ones onstage,” you spit out, it’s been a few hours since you last spoke and you feel the blood bubbling up your throat. kafka laughed at your remark and spun you, her hands nor her eyes never leaving yours.
“i didn’t think you would actually show up,” you face her after twisting your bodies, to catch a glimpse of her eyes holding an emotions you have yet seen. something from her voice made you think that she was hoping you wouldn’t be here but you ignore it. there was no point in dwelling, you’ve had enough time doing so and your final choice was to be here.
“you wound me. you underestimate my devotion, kafka,” you mutter against her painted lips as you press your bodies close enough. at the end of the day, it all boils down to your devotion to the woman in front of you.
in your peripheral vision, you notice how the ballroom is empty. the guests with their fancy ties and extravagant gowns moved away one by one until only you and kafka were the only ones dancing. they form a crowd at the sidelines observing the scene before them silently, no hushed whispers and idle chat. just silence, only the sounds of your footsteps and the quintet reverberated the halls.
you feel their eyes following the both of you, as you weave through the empty and vast ballroom. but deep down you are aware that their focus is on you alone. your smile a little wider.
kafka dips you. her arms catching your waist and her face ends up facing your neck. she whispers in a hot breath before bringing back up, “your devotion blesses and curse me, my love.”
this time it was you dipped her except your face is above hers, giving you a full view of her face and her locks suspended in the air from above, “it’s your reward for loving me and your curse for making me love you.”
as you help her up, you can’t help but recognize the familiar ominous sound of music present in the latter piece of kafka’s composition. the music is ending soon and so is your time with kafka.
but you were always daring enough to desire more of her.
“i shall inherit your love and devotion until my last breath. it will be my heaviest burden and my most prized possession,” she caresses your face, leaving no skin untouched by her palms while her other hand pulls you to her.
you spend the last remaining notes kissing. in these moments, only the sound of her gift, the darkness and the feel of her soft lips are your sole purpose.
the final note rung throughout the room and echoed through your ears with finality. your lips part away but her held only became tighter and closer. for a moment, kafka wouldn’t budge when you try to inch yourself away but her resistance was fleeting and the next second her skin was no longer touching yours. you heave a breath like oxygen was removed from your body.
“i love you, kafka” you say through the painful breaths. by now, you were seeing blacks in the corners of your vision and even the light of the chandelier was a little dimmer.
kafka looks at you one last time before turning away. not before pausing and saying, “i know.”
you smile even though she couldn’t see and watch as her figure slowly gets swallowed by the crowd and disappearing completely.
as her shadow fades and kafka couldn’t be found anymore. the guests, whose eyes never left your figure, swiftly moved in sync. in the blink of an eye, thousands of guns, varying in sizes and models, are pointed at your already dying figure.
one foot in front of the other, her boots digging through the snow filled pavement but no matter how much kafka distance herself from the building, she was unable to escape the deafening sounds of gunshots.
in a way, her heart yearned for the sounds to never cease because of the meaning it symbolizes. but at she thought that, the sounds stopped.
kafka’s eyes twitched and her eyebrows narrow yet her hands clenched only to unclenched and repeat the same pattern.
her walk forward was lonely. with no sounds to accompany her. for she left all her music with you.