also I adore Kalim, makes my cuteness aggression go through the roof!!!!! like I just wanna squeeze him like a squishie lol
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Awh! Seals are great. Quite terrifying as well.
I guess that could apply to Kalim too...I really enjoy the concept of Kalim being devious and conniving haha. He's a great character, I wish he was a bit more popular. I feel he's brushed off for being such an uppity guy.
Hi :3 I don’t know where to check if your request are open or not, if they aren’t you can gunshot me, I was wondering if you could make something about Silver because nghhgh, when reader has to be a tiny bit rough on him to keep him awake during sex, like choking him or slapping him or worse, but just so he stays awake, ty :3
Hello! Don't worry, they're open haha. I should make it more obvious on my profile..Oops
I would absolutely love to write for Silver. I have a couple drafts alongside many ideas for him. He's such a fun characters to write smut for haha. Especially when there's potential for cnc or maybe even asyphixiation...ahh..I think hes such a gorgeous character too. Stay tuned!
And of course feel free to share your thoughts anytime. I love reading them. 🤍
A/N: Hello again~..This is the 2nd mini oneshot I wrote for my friend Absolute! The first one is a Ruggie fic, and you can read it here if you wish! Either way, enjoy~!
tags: Vil Schoenheit x gn!reader // lightly proofread, dacryphilia, shibari, slight overstimulation
wc: 400
Vil Schoenheit was anything but laid-back in his ways. There was routine in everything he did. Whether preparing a dish or applying face cream, there were steps—a specific, ‘correct’ way to do it all. Pomefiore ran under these precise routines, facing the queen's wrath if they had done it in a way that harmed one's beauty. Though in the comfort and privacy of his room, these rules would be waived. Beauty presented itself in a multitude of forms, and tears weren’t so ugly when they looked this good on you.
Vil laid you comfortably upon his bedsheets, your body intricately wrapped neatly in black ropes with love—simple yet flattering knots surrounding each limb. The room was so silent you swore you could hear both of your hearts beating alongside soft breaths and hums. Each subtle brush of his hand, purposefully or not, sent shivers up your spine and pulses in your chest that made your heart race. To see and feel the beautiful housewarden tie you up with such delicacy was just as exciting as the rest of it all.
Itchy tears slid down your cheeks, caught by Vils' manicured hand cupping your face, thumb smudging the wet eyeshadow applied under your lower lashes. Lifting a hand, his tongue swiped over the tear-coated palm with a hint of a grin.
“I knew this view of you would be exciting, but the tears, they truly are the cherry on top.” The housewarden hummed, his violet locks of hair grazing against your skin with each tender kiss he left on your torso. “Don’t you agree?” Vil murmured, lips hovering just above your hipbone, eyes gliding up to the sight of your disheveled makeup, ruined by excited watery eyes. He was knowledgeable with each touch he placed, learning and remembering where he could excite you the most. Careful not to injure you or leave a long-lasting mark. His hands trailed upwards, pressing down on your flesh to massage it.
You whined with a nod as Vil's hand ghosted over the side of your thigh, teasing you with each unfulfilled indulgence. Each bump of the rope to pass his finger left you eager for his direct touch. You would have tangled your fingers in his soft hair by now if you could. Returned each press to the skin and repaid each kiss tenfold. The adoration between the two of you was honorable. A perfectly balanced mixture of love and lust.
Hiii baeeeee I wanted to say good morning or after noon or night whenever you see this! Also can I be 🐇 anon if no one has taken it? How are you? How are you feeling today? Did you eat yet? Have you had water?
Of course I want to ask if you have anything yummy you wanna post. If not that's okay but you can also just share some brainrot any time. Like has anyone of your faves been on your mind? Any scenarios? I think I'm just nosey af but I like asking because it's fun. And I think it could be nice to check in on you like this. I've been wanting too just 'cause I care about you!!
Ah..please accept my apology for a months late reply..i took quite the break.
🐇 bunny anon ! ^^ so cute. I hope you are doing well. I just posted a Ruggie drabble I had saved. And I'll share a sneak peek, Vil is next..
I also plan to finish up a fic I have been working on quite soon! I'll keep that one secret for now~ I have so many ideas..I am very eager to finish them so I can share! I'm stocked up on plans.
Ahh..well, it's late now. I look forward to hearing from you again. You are always welcome.
No less than three times a week, Ruggie would invite you over to his place. It was a routine by now. A routine that would leave you waiting for the message to pop up now and then. You would spend the night in his pathetically under-decorated room that tended to be lit only by the light illuminated from the moon outside. The moon would eventually be quick to remind you of the Hyena.
When Ruggie called you this time, the desperation in his voice for you to “hurry and come over..” had you waiting at his doorstep within a half hour. He never wasted a moment to begin, desperate as if disregarding a strict schedule. As if he had made time for you rather than finding you in his spare time.
Sheets rustled, a sporadic sound of Ruggie's bedframe pressing against the wall echoing throughout the room. Smoke permeated the typical dim, cramped space, making the ability to see even more difficult. Not that seeing mattered too highly. Not to Ruggie at least. To you? Maybe. You would've liked to see more of the Hyena that was above you, groaning into your shoulder while you mumbled incomprehensibly into his arm. It was okay, though. Tending to things that seemed to make him more comfortable never bothered you.
“Sshhit, Ruggie..” you huffed, eyes still adjusting to the darkness of the room. One of your hands carefully occupied a lit blunt, the other held onto Ruggie's back, embellished with burning red stripes.
Touch was heavily relied on when it was like this. Each attentive touch of Ruggie’s soft hands felt more sensual each time you were together. Your lower back arched as Ruggie’s pace grew messier, smoke departing from behind your lips, followed by hushed moans. Slipping your hand off his back, you slid your fingers up his neck, fingers tangling into the hair below his large, round ears. The hyena mindlessly leaned in for a kiss, a strange mixture of bitter coffee and cannabis spreading on your tongue. The flavors lingered on your lips with each kiss, a bitter yet comforting taste that you would secretly enjoy.
Climax grew closer with each slow-moving thrust of his hip; the feeling of his dick twitching with the pulses in your stomach urged much sloppier kissing. The hyena’s ear twitched above your hand as he pulled away from the kiss, glossy eyes meeting with yours as best possible within the unlit room. It was unlike the hyena to perform this lovingly in bed. Though you would do anything but complain.
“mh,, I love you..” he murmured. Your grip on his scalp tightened, a leg throwing itself around his body as if to agree with his statement. “I really do-ah,,,mffh..” the hyena moaned, kissing your neck and face irregularly with high imprecision. Processing it was near impossible as release washed over both of you in near unison. It was a shock to hear something like that come from him, but it couldn’t have been genuine…Ruggie’s movement was quick to halt, the sound of breath being caught remaining the only sound to spread throughout the room. You pulled Ruggie close to you, his body following into a vulnerable embrace. You figured you’d have to ask about what he said eventually. You both knew he meant it. But for now, you would enjoy the moment together in silence.
