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chainsaw man
wuthering waves
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the last of us
devil may cry
the case study of vanitas
blue eye samurai
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nobody talks about potentially having bpd and also being the world's biggest fucking crybaby, so you can't even watch your fav media because you know you're gonna cry like a bitch even though you know what's going to happen
You know itโs pointless missing her, thereโs no way you can contact her or know whatโs happening outside the walls, so everything thatโs left for you is yearn and wonder what sheโs doing, if sheโs having to fight too much, if she sleeps comfortably, if the team isnโt being a burden.ย
Days blend together in the pharmacy, grinding herbs and measuring powders while your mom chats with customers about the latest rumors from the gates. You smile politely, but your mind is always half elsewhere, picturing Mikasaโs hands gripping those blades and slaying Titans.
It has been almost a month this time, much longer than usual. You tried to stay busy helping the doctor with the soldiers who limped back, cleaning wounds and stitching gashes. Every time the gates opened you found yourself drifting closer, heart hammering even though you knew it was stupid to hope.ย
Mikasa had chosen her path with Eren and the others, and you had stayed behind like always. Friends since you were kids running through the streets, sharing bread and secrets under the old oak tree. You were never as close to Armin or Eren, which made it easier to feel that quiet anger when she left. Why them? Why risk everything when she could have stayed here, safe with you?
Then one afternoon, you were wiping down the counter when shouts echoed from the main street. Survey Corps return. You dropped the cloth and stepped outside without thinking as people crowded toward the gate. And there she was, sliding down from her mount with graceful strength, but something was off. She moved slower, favoring her left side. Blood stained the edge of her uniform jacket, dark and fresh.
โMikasa,โ you breathed, pushing through the crowd before you could stop yourself.ย
She turned at the sound of your voice, her dark eyes meeting yours across the chaos. For a second everything else faded. She looked exhausted, strands of black hair sticking to her forehead, but she gave you a small nod that told you everything.
You didnโt wait for permission, you slipped an arm around her waist, feeling the warmth of her body through the torn fabric. โYouโre hurt. Come with me. Momโs shop is right there, and Iโve got supplies.โย
She didnโt argue, just leaned into you a little as you guided her away from the noise. Her steps were steady but you could tell every one cost her.
Inside the back room of the pharmacy, you cleared the small table where you usually mixed medicines and helped her sit. โTake off the jacket, please,โ you said, already pulling out clean cloths and the jar of salve you kept specially mixed for deep cuts. Your hands moved quickly, but your heart was racing. She had been gone for so long. Too long.
Mikasa winced as she shrugged out of the jacket, revealing a nasty gash along her ribs and another slicing across her upper thigh where her pants were ripped. The sight made your stomach twist. You had seen plenty of injuries working with the doctor, but this was her. Your Mikasa. The one who used to braid your hair when you were little and promise sheโd always protect you.
โYouโre such an idiot for going out there again,โ you muttered.
You soaked a cloth in warm water and started cleaning the torso wound first, kneeling close so you could see clearly. Your fingers brushed her skin as you worked, gentle circles around the edges of the cut. She was alive, right here after all those nights you spent staring at the ceiling wondering if she was cold or bleeding somewhere beyond the walls.ย
โI missed you. Every single day I missed you,โ you said without thinking.
She stayed quiet at first, watching you intensely. The tension between you two had been there for years, unspoken words piling up. You loved her in a way that went beyond childhood friendship, sometimes you thought she felt it too in the way her eyes lingered or how she always found you first when she returned. But neither of you ever said it out loud. Not with the world the way it was.
โIโm fine,โ she finally said. You saw the way her breath hitched when you pressed the cloth a little too close to the raw skin.
โYouโre not fine. Look at this.โ Your free hand rested on her knee without thinking, thumb rubbing small circles.
After months of nothing but wondering, you needed to touch her, to make sure she was real. You leaned in closer to apply the salve, your shoulder brushing hers. The scent of her, sweat and blood filled the small space. โWhat happened out there? No, donโt tell me. Just stay still.โ
You moved to the leg wound next, rolling up the torn fabric carefully. Your fingers trembled a little as they traced the edge of the cut, cleaning it thoroughly before spreading the cooling ointment. Her thigh muscle tensed under your touch, you glanced up to find her staring at you, lips slightly parted. You wanted to hug her tight and never let go, to bury your face in her neck and breathe her in until the fear went away. Instead you kept working.
โI thought about you too,โ she admitted quietly after a long pause. Her hand came up, resting lightly on your arm as you bandaged the gash. It was such a small touch, but it sent warmth spreading through you. โWhen things got bad. Your voice... it helped.โ
Your eyes stung. You finished tying the bandage and didnโt pull away, wrapping your arms around her middle, careful of the fresh wrap on her ribs, and held on. Clingy didnโt even cover it. You pressed your cheek to her shoulder, feeling the rise and fall of her breathing.ย
โDonโt scare me like that again. I hate not knowing if youโre coming back. I get so angry at Eren sometimes, dragging you into all of it, but mostly I just miss you. So much it hurts right here.โ You tapped your chest lightly.
Mikasaโs arms came around you then, strong despite her injuries. She didnโt say much more, but she held you back just as tight, her fingers threading through the ends of your hair.ย
You pulled back just enough to look at her face, searching her dark eyes. โStay tonight? At least until the bandages need changing. Mom wonโt mind.โ
prev ;; part 1, part 2 ((this can be read on it's own, but it makes brief references to the first part!))
featuring ;; goddess!himeko x human!gender neutral!reader
content ;; greek myth au, a little bit of religion as it pertains to greek myth, smut, cunnilingus, fingering, a smidge of kissing, yeah :')
note ;; the last of himeko trilogy. maybe not the LAST but the last that i planned up to... lets hope i get blessed with more ideas... again thx to @katka0 my omega reader
wc ;; 2.8k
requests + asks ;; open... but i just reply slow af bru
You now knew that gods were real. Perhaps you always did.
They installed themselves on thrones carved of limestone and marble, sitting at the highest points any mountain could reach. Their bellowing laughter scraped against the same sky that they themselves draped over the lands, back when they bent the universe to fit a mould that served only their highest of interests.
Anything resulting after that was an unimportant aftereffect. Still, they haughtily permitted lesser beings the privilege of settling into the land of their dominion, watching and judging like spectators of a show.
The gods ruled as terrifyingly as they were gracious. One day, theyโd deliver a hero whoโd grace the people with the skill of farming, blessing humanity with food for generations to come. The next, ten of a small villageโs strongest men would be struck down for the mere act of one manโs sacrilege.
They were real. A reality so inexorable that its embers lingered and burned grooves of trepidation in the minds of even the most atheist of scholars.
You distinctly remembered this anxiety from your days of disbelief. Even when admitting your fear was a betrayal of your lack of faith entirely, it simmered in the recesses of your godless mind.
In all the brightest thinkers whose lectures youโd sit in on in secret, without exception, they would follow their prattling of human independence and prowess with an excerpt of a hero or patron god alike. Even the academics would rather choke on the pride theyโd swallow down as they thanked the gods for their glory and generosity. Capricious as it was, it was a measly failsafe in case a lingering god was listening in on their blasphemy.
Himeko was also a godโa major one, at that.
She stood over eight feet tall, the picture of perfection as she guided those in both wisdom and navigation with the pass of her hand and the flick of her finger. Her epithet, too, was as mighty as her feats: Hodegetria. She who guides the Way.
She made the impossible tangible, something that she alone could lay into your palms for you to dig your fingers into and understand as reality. And so, with the same leisure of a fleeting summer breeze, you released the truth of her godly sovereignty from your mindโone that ruled over you, the land, and everyone else that inhabited it.
And, in those fleeting moments, she was naught but a human woman whoโd keep you clasped in her never-ending embrace.
Himeko would do this in shrinking to size as often and as easily as breathing. She met you halfway. Casually. As if she were only leaning down to bring her line of vision to yours and not morphing herself into an entire form anew.ย
She rendered your breath laborious and heady quickly thereafter, leaving you no time to linger on the feat by way of locking your lips with hers in a greedy hunger. Sheโd nearly devour you, only ceasing once your mouth was slick, matching the ruby hue of her tresses and cheeks.
In those moments, the seemingly impossible reality sheโd remedy you with was the weight of her breasts, soft and pliant in the catch of your hands. They felt no softer than the sighs sheโd breathe into you, filling your lungs with stardust that only she could collect with another brush of her lips against yours.
Cruel as her true nature, Himeko would curse you thereafter with her disappearance, off to complete the duties of a goddess that no human could comprehend the importance of. You often wondered if the excuse was an honest one, as it was so often paired with a foxy smirk thatโd plague your thoughts and dreamsโeach growing more salacious than the last.
You were a sinner, you thought.
What sacrilege could that man even have done to have ten of his kinsmen brought to slaughter by the divine?ย Whatever it was, it did not so much as hold a candle to how filthy your imaginations sullied Himekoโs picture.
In the oblivion of sleep, you ruined her the same as you worshipped her. You kissed her until she burned brighter than a star and exploded her essence into the net of your mouth. In the same way nymphs dipped themselves into the heated pools of their springs, you bathed in the pleasure you presented herโthe same that sheโd return to you in tenfold, almost drowning you entirely.
No human should dare to imagine a god in such obscenity. But you did. Every night that passed.
Oh, thatโs right.
Himeko was indeed also a god.
You remembered it now as you stood barefoot in a looming temple of the same marble and limestone reserved for the gods. The structure curled over you in carved beams and pillars, a ribcage leading you to the heart of its chamber.
It must have been her hieron, all the way in her patron city of Thalassia. She mustโve brought you there herself, having wrung you out from the profoundest of sleep to the most alert wakefulness with the same ease that she moved mountains with. You shivered at the mere notion of her knowing your dirtiest of thoughts and bringing you here regardless of themโor rather because of them.
You pressed further inside, the smooth stone cold beneath your sweeping strides. A familiar strain of energy buzzed through the map of your nervous system, intertwining itself with your very essence and pulling you deeper into the temple. It was the same, sparking a buzz that prickled against your tongue whenever youโd lick into Himekoโs mouth. She was calling you further, and you answered in antiphony, stepping into the cella of the building.
The usual grand statue of her was nowhere to be seen. Instead of towering over any human that entered the room, the plinth stood empty safe for Himeko, who replaced the marble depiction of her holiness herself.
She sat in the centre of the room like a stroke of colour, splattered against a blank canvas. The rushing waterfall of rouge spilling over her shoulders stood out brightly in the enclosed space of marble, and with a hook of her finger, beckoning you closer, her magic encased you. You flew like a fairy through the air as she brought you to the foot of her pedestal.
The statue itself wouldโve been big, but she outclassed it in size and beauty, taking on a larger form than you had ever seen her appear in before. Up the slope of her chin and nose, you stared like a reverent follower as moonlight squeezed through the carvings in the ceiling. It pierced through her hair, providing the ends of her locks with an amber halo to lose yourself in.
โHello, my sweet,โ she greeted, a slow grin stretched across her painted lips. You swallowed, able to taste the mulberry spread across them with just the sight alone.
โMy goddess,โ you breathed, still feverish from the rush of your dream and the sight of her before you.
Your hands stretched upwards to her in a base instinct, a small creature reaching for the embrace of Olympus. Himekoโs hands wound gently around your wrists, capturing them entirely with more to spare before she lifted you. Her skin was soft as velvet in the casual display of her strength, and she welcomed you in with the partition of her legs, her dress splitting like clouds in a blue sky above.
You could smell her before you saw her, ripe and sweet as her cunt just barely peeked through the white layers of the dressโ chiffon. You parted the fabric like a curtain on your own initiative, and she glistened with want before you. Her clit had already revealed itself on its own, a button eager for your press.
โAgain, so formal,โ she chuckled. It was the first time you had heard her voice so airy. It echoed throughout the chamber, rich with power, yet soft with a vulnerability that she alone allowed you to bear witness to.
Her head tilted between your glances, which remained in conflict of settling on her face or on her pussy. It amused her so as she leaned back into a lounge, dipping her chin coyly.
โPlease,โ she intoned, in a voice less than desperate.
She was teasing, not begging. That was below her. You figured as much when she followed up with the words you had once presented her with from so long ago, turned against you like a blade to your throat.
โAccept this gift of mine with a favourable mind and heart. Let me experience the warmth that is your attention.โ
You had offered this prayer to her not long after your first encounter with the goddess, when sheโd erased herself from your life to draw you out and render you desperate for her presence.
If you could flush any further than you were now, you did.
โHimeko,โ you whined, correcting your previous formality. It was a knee-jerk reaction to her overwhelming presence that she did not fail to correct you upon. โDonโt be cruel.โ
โCruel?โ She repeated. โI offer you such an opportunity, and you call me cruel? Do you wish for me to return you home?โ
Himekoโs knees twitched, flickering closer to one another as if to fall shut in threat. Even if your strength were but a brush of an eyelash in comparison to her own, your hands flew between them, bracing them open.
She did not really mean to shut them. She was truly cruel.
โNo, no,โ you rasped. Your brain rattled with how quickly you shook your head, desperate as you pulled yourself closer. โIโm sorry. I want toโcan Iโฆ?โ
Her lips pulled back into another smile as she watched you, revealing rows of perfectly straight and pearly teeth. Entertained by your fickle and lusted nature, a droplet of desire escaped her hole, but it did not escape your attention. You watched it drip onto the stone pedestal below her.
โMay youโฆ? What, I cannot read your mind, dear one.โ
She could, she has, and she will forevermore. And each time you grew aware of that fact, she plucked it clean from your mind.
โM-May Iโฆ taste you? Please, Himeko?โ
She sighed at your voice curling into such a delicious sentence. You were meek in your address, but the hunger in your eyes was visceral. Himeko nodded once, sliding her fingers over the top of your head as she spread her thighs further.
Her hands dwarfed your head, and you wondered if her cunt would do the same.
โYes, dear, you may.โ
In that same breath, Himeko brought your face just before her wetness. Her hole clenched with anticipation, and somehow, you held enough patience to stand still and breathe in deeply. Her scent flooded your nostrils and rendered you dizzy with desire, your eyes fluttering shut automatically as you were brought to ecstasy by the whiff alone.
Himeko tasted better than she smelled.
With your tongue unfurled, you licked up her cunt, starting at her fluttering entrance and scooping up her essence until you reached her clit. She sung out like a songbird, and a shiver wracked musically through your spine like she had dragged a mallet down each of its grooves.
โHimeko,โ you muffled into her, and her hands tightened on your head at the sound.
Your tongue laved desperately, like you had found an oasis in the centre of a desert. She was certainly wet enough for you to mistake her for one, leaving your chin soaked and a puddle slick beneath her.
โOh, heavens above.โ
She even cursed like a divine being, canting her hips up into your face as she dragged your tongue from her clit to her hole, offering you to drink from her sprout.
You did so eagerly, moving a thumb up to meet where your tongue could no longer reach, slathering smooth circles onto her pearl. It was already so slick with your saliva that your finger nearly slipped off a few times, only to redirect itself and provide her with more pleasure than you previously did.
โGood. Youโre so good for me. Sweet little thingโso small.โ
She seethed the last few words through her teeth like she could barely fathom how well you ate her. Even her eyebrows knit with this apparent frustration, more a reflection of how tightly you were winding the pleasure within her belly. It was a flame ready to burst into a fire in a momentโs breath, and you chased that heat desperately.
You continued pressing your tongue into the wet clutch of her hole. She was so large that you couldnโt imagine that you reached too deeply, but she cried out nonetheless, back curling into a glorious arch.
You wondered if rainbows were modelled after her likeness as you licked into her. You wondered again if whether morning dew was a reference to how perfect she appeared with perspiration shining along her forehead. Your mind could not afford to wander for long, not with the marble beneath you biting into your knees and the sound of her cries flowing into your ears.
Each taste of Himeko bloomed revolutionarily against your tongue as you licked and suckled, despite having been lapping for quite some time.
She was as sweet as the honey youโd once offered her, but she supplied you with a certain tang all the same, keeping you hooked as she ground herself up and down your face. You were certain that nowhere was left dry with how raggedly she humped. You were off the wagon with her, and you never imagined boarding once more.
โDo you enjoy this?โ She breathed out, taunting even in her depravity.
Golden eyes settled on the swivelling motions of your hips, jerking mindlessly for some sort of friction. When you reached a shaky hand to relieve yourself of your agonizing desire, she did not allow it, only pulling it up to press into the plush of her breast.
You groaned as her tit practically spilled through between your fingers, moving you to pinch her nipple absentmindedly. Her sounds made your crotch grow even hotter with need, but you didnโt dare to pull your hands away from where she wanted you.
โYesโโ you slurred, moving back up to pull her clit between your lips in a suckle. You dipped your fingers into her, needing four to provide her with any sort of pleasure. โYes, yes. I do, Himeko. Please. Tastes so good.โ
Himeko tossed her head backwards on her shoulders at the slight stretch, her hair falling like the most carefully draped gown. Any thoughts of shrinking to a more accommodating size disappearing when you provided her with exactly what she needed.
Your words, however, fuzzed through her ears, barely registering as her jaw dropped. Drool seeped down her chin and dripped over your fingers that still fondled her chest.
You wished so deeply to be able to lick her face clean, but you sufficed with the addiction that was her core. The feeling of rolling your tongue along her hardened clit was satisfying enough, and you curled your fingers with each push inside to emphasize your dedication.
โOh, Flower, I am so close.โ She whispered the words like sheโd shatter with anything louder, and she nearly did when you moaned into her at the pet name.
She only ever called you that when she was particularly enamoured by you, wishing to lick the dew off your every petal. Though, you supposed that this night, that was your purpose.
If you had pressed any further against her, you were certain you wouldโve moulded into the shape of her folds. Still, you would not complain about such a fate when her heat clenched so tightly around her fingers. She was close and crashing so strongly that your fingers struggled to continue their pumping into her.
Himekoโs velvety walls fluttered violently, pulsing like a second heartbeat before providing a final choke, holding your hand still as her climax washed over her. Your fingers and palm grew soaked up to your arm, yet you continued to lap until she divorced you from her heat, blearily blinking down at you as she examined your ruined appearance. You couldnโt say she was ruined the same, not when she looked so ethereal.
Your eyes dropped back down, swallowing whatever blend of saliva and slick that remained pooled in your mouth as you pulled your fingers free from the cold of her cunt. You missed her warmth already, but her apparent satisfaction soothed your woes entirely.
โGood?โ You questioned, though you knew her answer just by how heavily her chest heaved.
Another one of her gorgeous smiles graced you with a response as Himeko pulled you up to her level. She panted, taking you in one final time before kissing the taste of herself right off your tongue.
โSo good, darling. Now,โ she pulled back, peering through the cut of her lashes at you. โLay back, and let me return the favour.โ
ft. sentinel, marsha, brume, paper heron, vila, windsong, tooth fairy, moldir
length (per part) : short, almost 100 words each
prompt : reverse 1999 women, but they're desperate for you.
tags : implied fem!reader, slightly suggestive, pet names, kissing, making out, potential ooc, grammatical errors, not proofread.
sotd : human nature - madonna
art credits : bluepoch
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ SENTINEL
Sentinel's breathing is louder than usual, her jaw clenched tight as she crosses the room with short, quick strides.
"Mon cher..." She rasps, tossing her rifle aside before she grabs at your shoulders. Sentinel pins you back against the wall, mashing your lips together with a muffled groan. Her hand comes up behind your head, her tongue delving into your mouth.
Sentinel pulls back with a harsh grunt, her chest heaving with each intake of breath. Her eyes are wild while she fixes them onto your face, loosening her grip on your hair as she presses your forehead against yours.
"I've been thinking of you all day." She whispers, letting out a surrendering breath. She retreats for an inch, slowly dropping down to her knees. Her eyes flutter for a moment while she lets your fingers card through her locks of hair, gazing up at you while you do so.
"Allow me please you tonight." Sentinel insists.
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ MARSHA
You're looking over the map sprawled across the spacious table, rubbing your eyes with your thumb and forefinger. You hardly register the sound of the tent flap rustling when Marsha's footsteps sound behind you, the action of her bulky arms wrapping around your waist suddenly snapping you awake.
Marsha grins and rests her chin on your shoulder. "Sorry for scaring you." She begins, voice light at first. "...Can I have you?" She requests, her voice lowering with intent.
At your approval, she boldly shifts her forearms and runs her palms along the sides of your waist. Her head lifts to bring attention to your neck, peppering your skin with soft kisses. Her hand trails beneath your shirt, fingers spreading out as a shiver travels through your spine at the contact.
Marsha steps forward, your hip pressing against the edge of the table. The sudden imbalance causes you to lean forward, prompting your hands to plant firmly on the rough surface. Marsha ceases for a moment, her chest pressing against your back.
"Hold still for me, alright?" She demands, slipping one hand out of your clothing to cover one of yours on the table whilst the other remains on your stomach, gradually traveling lower.
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ BRUME
Brume swings the door to the rear end of the car, watching you step inside with a silent swallow. With every ounce of courage she has left in her, she dives in with you and slams the door behind her. You shift to lay on your back against the seats while Brume crawls on top of you, panting softly.
"I apologize!" Brume stutters. "This is rather inappropriate, I should-" She blurts, but her words cut short as you interrupt her with your lips. Brume emits a soft whimper, pressing you further against the seats with her hands framing your face.
Her kisses become sloppy, her fingers twitching with the restraint of holding you too hard. She briefly pulls back from each kiss for a breath just to dive back in, your teeth just narrowly clashing with hers.
A frustrated groan leaves Brume's throat, forcing herself to snap her head back from the heated kisses to straighten herself. She impatiently tosses her jacket aside, moving to straddle one of your legs.
"You've been teasing me all day..." Brumeโs cheeks are fainly flushed from the boldness of her own actions, yet she has no intention of backing out. She leans her head down once more, pressing a trail of kisses down to your chest while her thighs tighten around your leg.
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ PAPER HERON
The sun hadn't risen, yet Paper Heron's sigh sounds from beside you before she unexpectedly rolls on top of you wih languid grace. You blink up at her while she presses tender kisses to your face.
"Couldn't sit still." Heron admits once she pulls herself away, instead pressing her face into your neck with a hoarse grumble. "I've been up for hours." She bites at your skin gently, a pleased hum leaving her throat as your hands grasping at her shoulders. Heron rolls her hips, groaning quietly while she presses her body flush with yours.
She releases her teeth from your neck to glance at the hickey she made on your neck, a slack-jawed look written all over her face rather than her usual smug grin.
The expression on her face looked almost foreign. Yet, without having the time to register Heron's face, you were suddenly flipped onto your stomach.
Heron pins you down on the mattress with her body weight, kissing your neck before straightening up. "Let's get this over with, eh?" She rasps, her hands traveling toward your hips to lift them up.
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ VILA
Vila returns home, yet instead of a warm greeting like you've expected, she seizes one of your wrists and drags you toward the bedroom.
Upon entry, Vila takes no time into initiating a kiss. She slams the door with her foot, holding still for just another moment before deciding to pull away. Vila's pupils are blown wide as she gazes at you with an apologetic stare. "I apologize, I'm aware it's late, but..." She begins, but for once, she finds herself at loss for words.
Instead, Vila guides you backward until the back of your knees come into contact with the edge of the bed. You fall back onto the mattress, with Vila crawling on top of you. She kisses you again, softer. She takes her time, flicking her tongue against your lips timidly.
You part your lips, allowing for her tongue to delve within the wet cavern of your mouth. Her hand comes up to frame your jaw, moaning into the kiss the more she tastes you.
Vila retreats for a breather, a shaky exhale leaving her lips. While you take the time to catch your own breath, Vilaโs lips find your collarbone, making her way downward. You blink and gaze down at Vila, her head now hovering over your stomach. She meets your gaze, smiling wryly before traveling further down.
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ WINDSONG
The door to your room abruptly bursts open, with Windsong holding onto the handle for dear life. Her breathing is labored due to her sprinting through Laplace's corridors, chest heaving from the effort. She slowly shuts the door and makes her way over toward you, lifting her head and meeting your eyes.
She grasps your neck and reels you in, kissing you hard. The sudden action catches you off guard, yet you reciprocate her kiss with equal intensity. Windsong pulls away quick as oxygen became a problem, taking slow breaths while lowering her head to rest it against your shoulder.
"I didn't mean to be so sudden." Windsong murmurs, arms looping around you while she keeps her hold tight.
She eventually lifts her head again, but without allowing her to speak, your lips were already slotting with hers. Startled, she makes a sound that becomes swallowed up anyway.
You step forward until Windsong's back meets the wall, pulling back from the kiss to breathe again. You lean your head down to kiss her neck, Windsong's grip tightening on your back just enough to bruise. Her head falls back against the wall, letting out a submitting whimper.
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ TOOTH FAIRY
Tooth Fairy parks her car at the side of the road, shutting off the engine. She cranes her head to glance at you, adjusting her braces while she speaks.
"Come here." She commands, and you immediately unbuckle your seat belt. You lift yourself from the passenger seat, now moving to straddle Tooth Fairy's lap. Her gloved palms find your waist, reeling you closer as a means to press your bodies flush with eachother.
"I couldn't wait until we drove back home." Tooth Fairy whispers. She starts with a soft peck to your jaw, then your cheeks.
"I've wanted you all day." She utters and shifts her position, faltering as your hips ground down against hers. "Ah!" The sound slips from Tooth Fairy's lips, a steadying exhale sounding from her afterward.
"I won't last if you tease me like this." She hisses, mashing her lips against yours.
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ MOLDIR
Moldir climbs onto the couch and settles on top of you, her head resting on your chest. She glances up at you while her arms loop around your back, embracing you tightly.
"Long day." Moldir did not need to say more. She props herself up with her hands planting on the cushion, your fingers working with the buttons of her uniform. Moldir watches you do so with rapt attention, her mouth agape from the underlying tenderness at the simple action.
She blinks, clearing her throat as you finish with the buttons. She removes her jacket, but was quickly dragged into a kiss initiated by you after the discards the garment.
She melts in an instant. Moldir's eyes flutter shut, a low hum leaving her throat while your fingers tangle in her hair. She tenses when your legs wrap around her waist tightly, prompting her to pull back from the kiss.
Moldir slides her hand up to tilt your head back, exposing your throat. She lowers her head, her teeth grazing your neck carefully. Moldir hums, tilting her head while peppering your skin.
Amidst it all, she whispers, "...May I please you?"
a/n : im so freaked out and exams are literally a day away. heh take this before i dissapear again... p.s. do we fw the new layout ๐ฅบ๐ฅบ
headcanons .แ โธโธ harem โธโธ wlw โธโธ smut with a lil fluff โธโธ oral โธโธ reader is a fiend โธโธ MDNI 18+
girlfriend!quanxi whoโs a big fan of watching her girl grind on her thighs, especially in the morning when everyoneโs still half-asleep. sheโll just lean back against the headboard, one hand on your hip guiding you, the other lazily stroking your back while you get yourself off on her strong thigh. sheโs super patient about it, teasing youโโyouโre making a big mess on my lap. so needy.โ
girlfriend!quanxi whoโll let you eat her out only if you beg nicely enough. sheโs not super vocal but you can tell sheโs into it when her fingers thread through your hair and she lets out those rare low hums. she tastes good, and sheโll watch you the whole time with her one half-lidded eye , sometimes giving quiet instructions like โslowerโ or โuse your tongue there.โ
girlfriend!quanxi who usually entertains all her girls at the same time so no one feels left out or underappreciated. group stuff is her defaultโbig bed, everyone tangled up, her in the middle making sure every fiend gets attention. but sheโll still carve out one on one time with you when she can, like pulling you aside after a job or waking you up early just to spoil you with her knowingly craved attention.
girlfriend!quanxi who notices immediately when youโre jealous. sheโll tease you about it but she might just give you extra attention that nightโ her fingers buried deep while she murmurs โIโm only thinking about you right nowโ against your neck until you forget what you were even upset about. she gets it, her haremโs big, but she makes sure you never feel second place for long.
girlfriend!quanxi who takes really good care of all her fiends. she remembers shit like your favorite blood type (and keeps it stocked), the specific snacks you crave after missions, exactly how you like getting fuckedโwhether you want it slow and deep with her fingers or rough with her thigh between your legsโand all the little things that keep you happy. sheโs not flashy about it, but she pays attention like itโs second nature, making sure none of her girls ever feel neglected.
girlfriend!quanxi who lets you sleep on her chest after rough nights. sheโs warm and solid and her heartbeat is always super steady. sheโll run her fingers through your hair or trace patterns on your back while the other girls are piled around you all snoring.
girlfriend!quanxi whoโs surprisingly into soft aftercare even if she acts like itโs no big deal. sheโll pull you close, wipe you down, maybe share a cigarette with you or just lie there while everyone catches their breath. if youโre feeling extra needy that night sheโll let you cuddle into her neck and stay as long as you want.
girlfriend!quanxi who teaches you combat moves in the weirdest, horniest way possible. sparring almost always turns into her pinning you down, thighs around your head, then suddenly sheโs grinding against your face while telling you how to escape the hold.
girlfriend!quanxi whoโll let you ride her strap while the others watch if youโre feeling bold. she stays mostly in control even when youโre on topโhands on your hips or on your tits, guiding the pace, telling you how good you look taking her and occasionally leaning up to kiss you sloppily.
girlfriend!quanxi who prefers fucking you in missionary when sheโs using her strap. she likes the control and the view. sheโll push your legs back or hook them over her shoulders, pinning you down with her strong body while she rolls her hips deep. she can lean down to kiss your neck, grope your tits, or pin your wrists above your head when you start squirming too much. plus she loves seeing you clench and tremble around the strap while she murmurs stuff like โeyes on meโ or โgood girl, taking it so well.โ
girlfriend!quanxi whoโs into overstimulating you. sheโll keep going with her fingers or strap even after you cum, drawing it out until youโre shaking and whimpering. she doesnโt stop until youโre begging, muttering โyou were so needy and now you canโt handle it?โ
ahh!! I loved the Donna fic sm! May I request another one? any theme I donโt mind at all honestly, I find it so hard to find any new Donna stuff on here ๐ญ๐ค๐ผ you donโt have to do ASAP itโs just so I could put my idea of Donna forward!! (If that makes any sense) ๐น
Hi there darling! Thank you so much for your patience on this๐ซถ๐ป I appricate those sweet words! I hope you like this one๐
โฐโโคFluff: Established Relationship-Donna Beneviento | Feminine Reader
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To say you followed your lover around like a lost puppy was a severe understatement.
To say that you could sit still was simply a lie.
Donna didnโt mindโฆ well, she did at first; it just took her a while to grow accustomed. She was the calmest, most patient person youโd ever met, but what kind of partner would you be if you didnโt test her patience every day?
You and Donna had been dating for nearly a year, and by now, she had fallen into a new routine:
Get up
Retuck the blankets around you
Get as much done as possible before you wake up
She used her time efficiently; sheโd make eggs and toast, leaving them on the table for you to eat. Then, sheโd tidy any part of the house that might have gone unattended, and finally, sheโd disappear into the basementโs workshop to begin her crafts.
It wasnโt like she didnโt enjoy having you around; she loved every second of your presence. Donna herself was incredibly clingy, so sheโd never get upset with you for it. Instead, it was the fact that you were constantly bouncing from one place to another. Where Donna was silent, you were chaotically loud. Where she saw precious, unique dolls, you saw action figures.ย
To be fair, Donna wasnโt used to how much stimulation mortals really needed. She had only been familiar with her own mutated self for longer than she could remember. But, on the other hand, she also wasnโt fully sold that all humans were that way. She was more convinced that it was just who you were.ย
She tried her best to accommodate your needs; she even, very reluctantly, allowed you to wander outside, so long as you never went past the old, wobbly bridge. Although your adventures would tire you out, there were plenty of days when you were hellbent on being attached to her side. And apparently, you awoke deciding today was one of those days.
Donna was lost in thought as she carefully sketched an outline on a slab of wood. She didnโt wear her veil today, which still felt strange to her, but she enjoyed how many times you would kiss her when it was off.ย
Her black hair was tied in its classic, messy bun, a few strands escaping to line her face. Her tongue was stuck out in concentration, and her black dress had a few top buttons undone, exposing some of her skin.ย
The elevator rang across the far hallway, the pencil in between her fingers momentarily stopping as Donna glanced up towards the clock on the wall:
6:27 AM
She pursed her lips; that was earlier than you usually get up. That either meant youโd be very sleepy or overly ecstatic to share your nightโs dreams with her. Or, in a case she really hoped wasn't true, you weren't feeling well. Regardless of the reason, when she heard your footsteps approaching, Donna didnโt even try to hide the smile that curved her lips.ย
Her ears twitched as she listened. Your steps werenโt rushed; if anything, they were a little uneven. That indicated that you were, in fact, still tired. Donnaโs eyes fell on the door as it opened, and she let out a huff of laughter at your revealed appearance. Your hair was messy, your only article of clothing was her oversized shirt, your eyes were nearly closed, and your lips hung in a grumpy pout. Donna set down her pencil and straightened her posture as you waddled towards her.
โGood morning.โ She whispered.ย
You responded in a foreign noise, much to her growing amusement. Oh, you were exhausted.ย
Donna outstretched her arms, to which you practically fell against her. Her chest was warm against your cheek, the steady beat of her heart nearly lulled you back to bed. She smelled lovely - books and forest and the lingering scent of her coffee.ย
โWhatโs gotten you out of bed at this hour?โ She kissed the top of your head, nuzzling her nose into your hair as she breathed in its scent; the expensive sandalwood and mango shampoo that she bought from the duke specifically for you.ย
You grumbled, tightening your hold around her waist, โCold bed. Bad dream.โ
Donna sympathetically frowned. She had her own experiences with bad dreams โ horrible ones that gnawed at her during the day. She rubbed your back in a quiet sooth, cooing as she spoke,
โWould you like to share with me?โ
You shook your head, and with that, Donna didnโt push. She had a different idea; it was far too early for you to be awake. If you planned to stay up, no doubt you'd get grumpy by 9 AM.
So, Donna repositioned both of you; her mutation gave her inhuman strength, which she used to effortlessly pick you up. She sat you sideways on her lap, a routine spot for you at this point, and continued her work on the slab, now chipping away the wood.ย
The scrapes from her tool were a comforting lullaby. You wondered what doll she was making this time. Was it based on someone, or just a random spark of imagination? What would the name be? Maybe if you asked politely enough, sheโd let you name it. Your mind drifted through these thoughts at a lazy pace, no longer allowing room for the coldness of your previous nightmare to linger. Though Donna was soft-spoken, she was keen on humming old songs from her childhood, ones that brought back better memories.ย
The faint sound of her voice was like an addictive drug.
For an hour, you slept in her arms, readjusting your face into the crook of her neck enough times to make Donna wear a consistent smile. She always adored how easily you could make her happy, how effortless it was for you to remind her what a peace of mind felt like.ย
As she finished sanding the rougher edges of her outline, you started to stir with small wiggles.ย
โGood morning.โ She hummed without stopping her work, her fingers now clasped around a paintbrush as she prepared to darken the wood with a thin, brown coat.ย
You huffed; obviously, you hadnโt fully slept away your morning attitude. Donna arched her brow, her head bowing to view your puffy face. She didn't want you in a bad mood, but at the same time, she couldnโt fight how much entertainment she got from it. You were never mean โ simply pouty and sassy. A combination she had come to find humorous.ย
โSo grumpy.โ She murmured beneath her breath, watching as your fogged-over eyes squinted up at her. So much character in such little movement.
Donna put her tools down, deciding a break was needed, though for your sake more than hers.
With one arm under your head, her opposite hand came up to cup the side of your face, embracing you in a cradle. Donna knew how to work you โ how to diffuse your fight. She started to sway her upper body, effectively rocking you like a mere infant.
You exhaled a breath you didn't even know you were holding in your throat.ย
โStop it.โ You argued, attempting your very hardest to sound threatening, but your voice wavered with lingering exhaustion.ย
Donna didnโt reply, didn't stop her movements, just simply held you. Her goal was to lull you back to sleep. Easy enough, surely.
Then, as if cursed, your body shook with a dreadful cough.
Donna froze.
Her lips pursed in thought โ a few days ago, you stayed outside in the garden despite heavy winds, despite her telling you not to go out. With a narrowed, suspicious look, she theorized that you must've caught a small cold, which meant she was in for a fussy girlfriend for the week.
As the day carried on, Donna's hypothesis was proven more and more right. Her doll-in-progress didn't make it through the full clothing stage before you were whining about being too hot, but then too cold, and then too hot once more. No matter how she held you, what she hummed, or what sweet words she used, every half hour was a new complaint. She gave up on any work around noon.
She ran you a bath; lukewarm water with herbs and homemade oils that were sure to knock you full on your ass. Whether she learned these recipes from Mother Miranda or simply because she was Italian, you really couldn't tell. All you knew is they worked โ just at a cost of your energy. Her hands gently washed you with a rag, as she insisted you not move a single inch. You felt her occasionally stiffen, her consciousness slipping into one of the many dolls in the kitchen where she made them prepare you a soup.ย ย
โCanโt I go back outside for a little bit?โ You mumbled, clearly distressed at the idea of staying inside, โThe weather is nice!โ
Donna hummed, her nails lightly scratching at the nape of your neck as she massaged shampoo into your scalp. โThereโll be other nice days. Youโre already sick as is.โ
A small army of her porcelain dolls interrupted your disagreement, their feet clattering against the wooden tiles until they reached the bathroom. Donna opened the door, allowing the four dolls โ who were all carrying their own weight of the soup bowl โ to enter. Donna took the bowl with ease; to her, it was small and lightweight, before dismissing them with a wave of the hand.ย
โYou heal faster when you sleep, anyway.โ She insisted as she sat on the edge of the tub, feeding you a warm mix of vegetables and herbs that was definitely hiding some foreign medicine in it.
โAnd on a full stomach.โ
You hummed, eyes closed, water blanketing your entire body.ย
โBut I've already slept all day.โ You furrowed your brows, though Donna moved the bowl to one hand, using the other to lightly tap at your forehead in a silent scold.ย
โNo arguing.โย
Your eyes snapped open with defiance, your lips parting to state a retort.
Donna slid her hand down to your chin, cupping the bottom of it and using her thumb to rub your lower lip.
โNo. Arguments. You need to rest.โ
As to be assumed, Donna won that battle. Despite your efforts to fight, once you had finished your soup, you were drifting off in the bath. She dried you with a silk towel and dressed you in a loose gown, one of the many that she had costumed made for you to wear, before carrying you to bed.ย
Once you were placed under the sheets, thoroughly tucked in, she cracked the bedroom window to allow some of the fresh air to seep in. Donna didn't have a great understanding of allergies yet; it had been many decades, near a century, since she had the common flu or even a sneeze, but she figured that since it wasn't cold or windy outside, the air would be good for you to breathe.
She questioned going back to work as you slept, but her anxieties quickly shut that internal debate down. What if something happened when she was downstairs, too far away from you to know? You were the only person she dared be close to, and Donna simply couldn't handle the idea of something bad happening to you. The fact that she was so calm now, when you were sick, surprised even her. It only took so many visits from Alcina for her to realize you weren't as fragile as she had assumed.ย
Donna lay beside you, reading a new book on human emotions. The Duke had brought it to her as a gift, which was rare, considering the man never gave something for free, but he stated it would โhelp you understand your little human moreโ.
She was skeptical at first, but perhaps it did carry some information that would be useful later on. Who was she to turn down a good book, anyway?
You, however, were as still as a rock. Which would be concerning if Donna's heightened hearing wasn't consistently measuring your heartbeat. It was still at a normal pace, and you were still snoring like a chainsaw โ mouth open, arms resting above your head, hair haphazardly spread across the pillow โ safe to say, you were good. In all other scenarios, she would've suffocated you with a pillow for all this loud breathing. But right now, she took it as a sign that you were alive.
Donna eventually got up, keeping herself busy by mindlessly dusting the shelves and dressers. It was good to see you resting, but she was awfully bored without one of your stories to listen to,
The sun lowered with each passing hour. You woke up once, but only to move to sleep on her pillow instead of your own.ย
By the evening, the perfect hour when the sky was painted her favorite combination of orange and gold and pink, Donna was silently praying youโd stay asleep for the rest of the night. Youโd slept well over half the day away, and if your body decided to wake up even for a few minutes, there was absolutely no way you would go back to bed. She could only give you so many โsleepyโ herbs before an overdose.ย
As a matter of course, her wish did not come true.
She was freshly showered โ black hair dripping down her back, wetting her nightshirt in the process. Lights in the house were off, dolls settled down in their own spots for the night, the only noise being the faint echo of the waterfall behind the house. Donna could feel her own sleep quickly taking over her body, her muscles weary and craving the softness of her mattress, the warmth of you cradled against her.
As she sat on the bed, you stirred awake as if sensing her relaxation.
โMorning.โ You rasped, knuckles rubbing the sleep away from your eyes.
Donna audibly sighed beside you. Her head had just met the pillow.
โNo, goodnight.โ
Your brows furrowed, โbut Iโm awake.โ A confused pout formed your lips, โAnd hungry.โ
โYouโre not hungry.โ
โWhat? Yes, I am-โ
โYour body is lying.โ She rolled over on her side to face you, her eye closing in a desperate attempt to sleep.
โAre you gaslighting me?โ You gawked. You honestly wouldnโt put that past Donna.
Her hand reached out to grasp your waist, effortlessly scooting you closer into her hold. She lazily kissed the side of your head, burrowing her face into your neck.
โSleep.โย
You wiggled in her hold, but to no avail. Donna was much stronger than you. You noticed how dark the room was, slowly piecing together that you had slept the day away. But, to be fair, it was technically her fault. You told her not to give you those sleeping herbs.ย
โDonna, Iโm going to make food.โ You argued, to which she threw a leg over your lower body, further preventing you from moving.
โWhat do you want to eat?โ She drawled, her accent growing thicker.
โI donโt know, like a sandwich or something.โ Albeit your brief confusion of why she would ask that if she was so stubbornly keeping you from leaving, you focused your energy on trying to successfully squirm your way into freedom.ย
Donna went eerily still above you, her body subconsciously pulling you closer, making your efforts more and more useless.
A few minutes of struggle later, the bedroom door creaked open, your head snapping up to the sound. It was pitch dark; you couldnโt see anything. Were you simply imagining it?
Slowly, two dolls and their white skin crept into your vision, both sharing the weight of a plate carrying a sandwich.ย
You rolled your eyes while simultaneously laughing beneath your breath. Donna had such an odd way of affection.
โCan I at least get myself a drink with that?โ
A third doll wandered in with a glass of water. You stared in disbelief. Two steps ahead, you should have guessed that, really. It was rare that you ever outsmarted her and her military force.
Donna rolled to her other side, releasing you from her weight so that you could eat.
โThank you.โ You took the food and water from the dolls, watching as they scurried into the shadows and out of the room.
โAnd thank you.โ You leaned over to kiss Donnaโs cheek, earning a grunt in response.
โGet crumbs in the bed, and Iโm locking you in the basement.โ
You scoffed. She wasnโt even watching you. She was falling asleep while forming her own sentences. How would she know? โI wonโt, promise.โย
You sighed as the door creaked open again, the trio of dolls returning to supervise you. The bed dipped with their collected weight. They sat huddled together at the end of your feet. Watching like hawks, totally creepy.
โDamn right you wonโt.โ Donna mumbled, voice muffled by the pillows.ย
hoping for the best with the upcoming tsaritsa reveal and (begrudgingly) concocting stories based on genshinโs lore, but #struggling which one to invest in, fellow freaks pls help ๐
brief summaries + more deets about both versions utc!!
which genshin story would you like to see? (additionally, which traveler would appeal best to you?)
lumine!traveler, travelerโs sister!reader
aether!traveler, travelerโs sister!reader
lumine!traveler, reader is not related to traveler, original lore, lumine/reader
platonic!aether!traveler, reader is not related to traveler, original lore
Voting ended onJun 27
TRAVELERโS SISTER!READER
reader would either be the traveler's triplet sister or simply an older/younger sister (edit: but probably the latter bc #youngestsibling), and for ~reasons~, she remains with the playable traveler and accompanies them on their journey to locating their missing sibling. (edit: the ~reasons~ may undergo some tweaking before i finally release it, but so far, i think i'll be tweaking the opening scene a bit, so it's more of a sadistic choice, i.e the playable traveler only has time to help themself and one of their siblings, and regardless of which traveler, said sibling will always be reader.) ((did i cook or what guys.))) original lore may not be as prevalent in this version, mostly because this one was created in #delusion and i am a sucker for a healthy sibling dynamic, but i'm working out the specifics as i go essentially LMAO.
as for which traveler this version would have, the idea was originally created with aether in mind, simply because i adore the older brother/younger sister dynamic (i am the youngest sibling if you couldn't alr tell lol), but i'm not at all opposed to using lumine as the playable traveler, again for that older sister/younger sister dynamic.
READER WITH ORIGINAL LORE
reader is her own character with lore separate from the traveler's that plays a core role in her arc within the greater story. unlike with traveler's sibling!reader, for ~reasons~, this reader finds the traveler unconscious and helps take care of them before they wake up (edit: this may or may not be retconned, but i feel like it generally makes sense). she accompanies the traveler on the quest, helping them on their journey to find their sibling, but she has her own reasons for why she's helping them, and has a great deal of her own baggage that may or may not catch up to her throughout the story. (edit: while the original lore plays a large part of reader's character, the overarching story would still follow the #plot; much similar to how the traveler's own story works in canon!)
regarding which traveler this version would have, i can't say i'm not inclined to choose lumine lol. as much as i'd adore writing her in that sisterly dynamic, i'm also deeply in love with her, and their relationship would likely be a heavily implied slow-burn type (though i haven't fully decided if i actually will make them endgame or not, at least until the story ends). however, should aether be chosen for this version, he will always be strictly platonic, if not outright familial (really banking on that big brother dynamic again hajfkgks).
with all this being said, one thing both versions will have in common is that there will be TONS of lesbianism here and plenty of #content (maybe) ((i'll try not to be lazy)), because above all, this is almost entirely self-indulgent and i'm actually the world's biggest lesbian there is so, ๐คฃ๐คฃ!!!
either story that wins out, i think i'll have a blast working out the specifics, diving deep in my genshin era to understand this damn lore and i hope you all will enjoy it, too! <3
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you truly think you must have done something extraordinary in your past life to deserve a girlfriend like shoko in this one. you've somehow managed to reduce her to a whimpering mess on top of you, stripped down to wearing nothing but one of your t-shirts, while your fingers glide through her dripping folds.ย
youโre leaned back in her bed as she sits on your lap, legs spread wide for you, thighs twitching with every stroke of your fingers. her pussy is glistening with her sticky sweet arousal; drooling so much that sheโs leaking onto your pyjama shorts.ย
โso wet for me,โ you croon, eyes raking over her figure. her top is pushed up above the curve of her breasts, nipples hardened underneath the electrifying chill of the air. long chestnut locks of hair cascade down her shoulders, some slightly matted to the top of her forehead with sweat.ย
โplease,โ she whines, hips bucking forward into your touch. โmore, please.โย
โmy needy girl,โ you tease, drawing more whines of your name from her pretty lips.ย
but who are you to deny your beautiful girl an orgasm? you swirl your fingers against her, spreading her folds apart with your free hand to reveal her throbbing clit. she moans at the sensation of you gently brushing her sensitive bud. her head is tilted forwardโyou can see her eyes screwed shut, her mouth hanging slightly open to account for the influx of shaky pants.ย
a thin sheen of sweat coats her skin, which is flushed pink. and when you push a finger into her sopping hole, her velvety walls suck you in, fluttering around you. you sigh in gratification as her hands tighten their grasp on your lower legs.ย
shoko desperately grinds her hips into your hand, helpless pleas slipping out from her. โanother oneโmmhโplease, baby.โย
you plunge another finger in deeper, curling the two of them upwards until the pads of your fingertips find the rough spot within her.
โfuuuuck,โ shoko mewls, bottom lip catching between her teeth.ย
you continue to slowly pump your fingers in and out, her wetness pooling in the palm of your hand. meanwhile, your other hand never lets up on her clit, thumb pressing into it relentlessly until sheโs writhing on top of you.ย
โf-faster, ngh, please,โ she whimpers. her thighs are quivering, now. โgonna cumโโ
โgo on, then,โ you smile, the task of getting her off more satisfying than any other act you could indulge yourself in. โcum for me, pretty.โ
and she does, thighs clamping around your arms as she throws her head back in bliss, warm liquid oozing down your hands. her whole body shakes as she cries out, your name repeated like a mantra on her lips. when her body goes limp and she collapses atop your chest in a heap, you carefully remove your fingers from her and bring them to your mouth.
you gently suck at them, licking them clean.ย
โyouโre disgusting,โ shoko jests, looking at you through a half-lidded gaze, eyes glassy with affection.ย
โi can't help it,โ you smirk, slinging one arm over her back. โyou just taste so good.โ
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note been meaning to write for my wife for aaages, here she is <33
content. guys she genuinely got me so good what the FUCK . . . โช๏ธ tiniest bit suggestive bc i got carried away lowkey, don't look at me . . . โช๏ธ not gonna read too much over this bc if i do i will never post it so if some parts don't make too much sense #sorrygang . . . โช๏ธ fem!devil!reader with sort of established lore from part 1 but it doesn't really matter so take with this what you will . . . โช๏ธ reader, denji & nayuta do live together tho . . . โช๏ธ implied to take place during denji and asa's first date but i put just barely enough effort into #timeline . . . โช๏ธ also implied makima/reader & reze/reader and don't even worry they are on the way, trust ๐ซก . . . โช๏ธ there's no point to this whatsoever honestly, i just really want to kiss fami.
wc. 3,493.
extra notes. idgaf abt formatting rn bc i want to post this so bad just vibe guys. gave a sneak peek to my dear wife @kingdomofalani but has since been edited, fuck it we ball #betareader #unofficially. enjoy this lowkey apology post bc ya girl has a big girl job now and ts is SERIOUS!
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In hindsight, maybe watching Pretty Woman was a bad idea. Edward Lewis wins Vivian Ward's kiss by climbing a fire escape with a bouquet of roses in his mouth when your companion knocks you completely off your feet.
"I want to kiss you."
Fami sits beside you on your tattered, peeling couch, scarfing down her third apple she'd plucked from your fruit basket without asking when she tells you this. Droplets of apple juice linger on her lips while she chews; shiny, pink and dewy looking.
The credits roll on your TV, Roy Orbison blaring from your speakers, while your brain falls horrifically blank. Your head twists so fast, you barely hear the snap of a bone in your neck to face the Devil noncommittally munching on one of your apples, staring at you with that same impassiveness you've grown oddly fond of.
"...I'm sorry?" It takes several seconds for you to realize you've yet to grace her so eloquent demand with an equally as eloquent answer.
"I want to kiss you," she repeats easily, finally sparing you of her desolate stare, facing the TV, watching as the blooper reels and alternate takes of scenes play amongst the credits. She flickers to your VCR and the collection of VHS tapes encompassing it. "Like them."
Your heart betrays you, speeding up within your chest, pounding so furiously against your ribcage that it surely would have killed you had you been as humanoid within as you were without. It's laughable, really, how easily heat floods the tips of your ears, an intense burn that almost worries you, lest you spontaneously lose your sense of hearing. Distantly, beneath the silent pitch, you hear the obnoxious crunches of the apple between Fami's teeth, periodic in their rhythm that is almost periodic, until the wet chewing finally registers much too loudly, and you realize that you've once again left her hanging for seveal seconds.
You're frozen; suspended in time. Lost in the moment that this beautiful Devil tells you that she wants to kiss you, and when you subsequently lose nearly all cognitive function. You're utterly stuck on how the words ft in her mouth, and how her lips curve around the apple when she bites down, until the thought morphs into soft lips on yours and a tongue that tastes of apple in your mouth.
The heat kisses your cheeks now, your very cells buzzing underneath your skin, but your tongue feels impossibly heavy. Fami returns her gaze back to you, unabashed yet enticingly indecipherable, pink ringed pupils unraveling you.
Amidst your silence, she merely tilts her headโ slowly, until her earring caresses the fabric on her shoulder, eyes fitting downward and back up again. If you didn't know any better, you'd almost think her to be undressing you with her stare.
"Have you ever even kissed anyone?" You sputter, breathy and unsure, after your brain reboots. You firmly remind yourself that this is not an ordinary girl expressing a desire to kiss you, but a Devilโ Fami, who is entirely uncaring to even conceal her identity; all the more reason you shouldn't trust her, much less fall for her esoteric charm.
"No." She answers so simply, "But I want to try. With you."
Frustration burrows deep into the crease of your brows. How could she be so calm given what she's asking? You're not even sure you're friends, let alone close enough to kiss. "Well, I don't."
Fami doesn't falter, "You don't?"
"No," you cross your arms, pointedly ignoring the part of your mind that demands of you to face her again. When that doesn't feel like enough, when the mere thought of her being this close is too much, you decide to remove the tape from the VCRโ anything to keep yourself busy.
"Not like that, at least."
You feel her eyes on your back as you crawl across the carpet to your TV stand and pluck out the tape. You toss it to the side and sift through your selection, pausing for a moment, then adjusting your position to sit on your heels when you become uncomfortably aware that you're basically giving her an unearned opportunity to stare at your ass.
Behind you, Fami quirks a brow, a slight movement of her face, at your behavior. You're a fidgeter, that she knows quite well with how much you touch her both unconsciously and consciously, but you've never been... nervous before.
"Like what?" She asks.
Rather than digging yourself further into the hole you've already did well to create for yourself, you opt to search for another movie, pretending to read over the titles of movies you've long memorized; two of Denji's favorites, three of yours, and three of Nayuta's, enough to hold the three of you over until the next time Denji manages to scrounge up enough change to purchase another. But it's not nearly enough to rid yourself of the churning in your stomach, the pounding in your chest, and the all-encompassing feeling of Fami's eyes on the back of your head.
It quickly becomes humiliating, however, how many times you've swiped your eyes over the same eight titles, your facade of nonchalance slipping with every sitting second of silence.
"Do you not want to kiss me?" She asks again, putting you out of your misery, yet you curl into yourself as you read over Guinea Pig: Mermaid in the Manhole for the fourth time.
"It's not that Iโ" you sputter, on the brink of malfunction, "I mean, Iโ I'm not saying I don't... want to."
"Then what is it?" Her head cocks to the side again, just barely inquisitive.
"It's... complicated."
Fami hums, an inscrutable tone that does little to betray her thoughts. "I want to kiss you, you want to kiss me. That means we should kiss, no?"
You scoff, "Not when you say it like that."
Only then does Fami's expression visibly change, a soft, nonplussed furrowing of her brows, "...I don't understand what you mean."
"Of course you don't."
It's a mumble under your breath that you normally know better than to have said out loud. Everyone else in your home, yourself included, has heightened hearing, you should know better. And you would have kept it to yourself, but the current of biting bitterness that rips through you nearly overwhelms you with its intensity.
You hear the couch shift underneath her as Fami leans forward, "Help me understand."
"No, Fami, let's just watch another movie."
"But I want to kiss you," she argues resolutely, infuriatingly earnest that it makes you want to scream.
"Yes, you've made that clear."
"And you want to kiss me."
Even more anger-inducing is that she doesn't even sound smug; persistent, yes, unfaltering, and stupefying correct in her assertions. "Your words, not mine."
"So we should kiss," she decides again, and you have to bite your lip as hard as you can to keep from physically screeching.
"Is that how you'd intend to ask?"
Again, Fami pauses at the surprising bite in your tone. "Edward Lewis didn't ask Vivian Ward when they kissed," she rebuts dispassionately.
"That's different," you argue, but it comes out more like a petulant whine, and you growl lowly, frustration bubbling.
"Different how?"
"Different, as in they already knew they were in love with each other, and she leaned in first. It was implied. And romantic."
There's another pause. The ruffling of fabric turns your head, and you find Fami having quickly made her way over to you. On her hands and knees, her skirt brushing loudly against your scratchy carpet, until she's next to you; her lanky legs knock against you as she twists to mimic your stance. Even with her lower half scrunched, she looms above you.
On the balls of her feet, she leans toward you, tilting her head the same way she had seen during the film, and attempts to kiss you.
You let her lips just brush yours before you pull away. Fami doesn't pout, but you catch the slightest purse of her lips, and the seemingly frustrated reluctance with which she opens her eyes to find you.
"I want to kiss you," she repeats lowly, dare you say almost huskily if not for her nearly completely vacant tone.
Your eyes flicker down, counting the beauty marks underneath her eyes, then even further down to the one just under her mouth. "Well, I'm not going to kiss you, so... if you want to do it..."
When you find her eyes again, there's something different in them. Her normally contracted pupils, voids of haunting emptiness, are now half a size bigger, almost encompassing the first ring around her eyes. There's faintest shine glimmering in them, enrapturing you completely.
She shuffles closer, lips fully brushing against yours, and sighs at the gentle touch. It's almost tender, the way she takes in every breath you release. Slowly, she moves to press her lips to yours, and you let hers touch yours for the tiniest momentโ just faintly, you can taste her and the apples she devoured on her lipsโ before you pull away. Just slightly, so she can linger on the feeling, taste the temptation herself.
"I want you to ask," you whisper.
Her pink eyes are as intimidating as they are breathtaking at this distance, and it is only now that you can detect the slightest twitches of her face. At your words, and the feeling of your mouth so, so closeโ just a hair's breadth from touching hers, she wavers. Her tongue pokes out, dragging over the parts of her lips that you touched, as if savoring the faintest taste of you.
"Ask?"
You lean in almost greedily, deliberate in your teasing nowโ she leans in, you pull away. "Ask me if you can kiss me."
She takes several agonizing moments to linger in this closeness with you. Her eyes flutter back and forth from one of yours to the other, almost hypnotically. Then, they flicker down to your lips, an oddly human expression that makes her cross-eyed. It only reminds you once more that she is just as inhuman and inexperienced as you, yet unwittingly, your breath hitches.
She nears closer until her bottom lip brushes yours, exhaling into the shared air. And she whispers your nameโ reverently, your traitorous mind supplies, and asks against your lips, "Can I kiss you?"
Your lashes flutter, eyes rolling back involuntarily, as if the words alone give you inconceivable pleasure, and you barely muster enough agency to nod your head. The smallest motion for fear that you'd break the trance you both seem to entice each other into and widen the miniscule gap separating you. The very idea seems excruciating now.
She rewards you quickly, her lips descending upon yours with an urgency that is frighteningly reciprocated. The buzz beneath your skin brightens, a newer, more intense sensation at your point of contact. It burns pleasantly, like an intch finally being clawed it, and it's delicious.
You're the one who moves first; your fingers press delicately up her shoulders, against her neck, momentarily distracted by her earrings, before resuming their mission until they reach her face. Your grip tightens, squeezing her cheeks together to pull her closer.
An unexpected observation: she lets you do as you please. Rather, she sits almost morbidly corpse-like while your hands touch for every piece of her you can reach. Her hair, her earrings, her cheeks, her neckโ your fingers leave their mark on her pale skin, but she doesn't make a single move. Discouraging it would be usually, and you would have taken this to indicate her visceral disinterest had it not been for the sheer vigor she responds with against your lips.
Gluttonouslyโ desperately, evenโ your hands let up on their grip on her cheek and in her hair to caress down her arms to her hands situated in her lap. Her skirt is clenched tightly between her fingers, which only spurs you to continue. You practically rip the fabric from her fingers, and guide them to your waist, pressing them against you until they squeeze similarly at your own skirt. The fabric creases taut under her grip, but it's as if her fingers have burned them away with how clearly you feel her skin on yours.
Impossibly cold and rigid, like a dead body, until it's not. Like you've never seen in all your time of knowing her, Fami comes alive; what belies her endlessly stoic disposition is an invigorating passion. She clings to you, pulling you closer and closer, like she wants you to climb into her skin and become one with her.
Enticing is the way she lifts one of her hands, your skin cooling upon the loss of her grip, and clutches your cheek. The pads of her fingers press into your cheekbone; her thumb reaches under your chin and presses deliciously against your throat, and then she moves again.
Once more, you find yourself further impassioned when she curls the same hand around your nape, fingers tangling within the soft baby hairs there. You can't help the groan that leaves your throat, which she swallows greedily, tightening her hold until her hand all but palms the back of your head and she tugs.
She readily eats your sounds whole, tongue prodding into your mouth, licking everywhere she can reach. Your teeth, your tongue, your lips. It's messy, spit pooling on your tongue and she slurps it up ravenously. Insatiable, as though your saliva were ambrosia itself. When the hand still pawing at your thigh through your skirt reaches up to the curve of your spine and presses deliciously, you move without a single thought, right into her lap.
Kissing Fami is complete and utter bliss; it's unconventional, a little awkward, but bliss nonetheless. Making out with Fami is unlike anything you could've imagined. You dreamed about what it would be like to kiss Makima, then Himeno, and then Reze, but none ever came to fruitionโ they all died before you actually got the chance.
But Fami... is unlike any Devil or Hybrid or whatever else you've met. You used to think Makima was unfathomably powerful, the thought ironically gave you a sense of safety even when things went... bad. You have yet to uncover all of her secrets, but you are certain that if Fami really is a Devil, then she is a much more powerful one than even Makima.
You really, really like kissing Fami, you decide fairly quickly. And perhaps she enjoys kissing you too, what with how she dominates you, encompassing your lips and your tongue like she very well is attempting to actually eat you. She's not the vocal type; she sighs, gasps, into your mouth but doesn't make much more noise than that. Her passion lies in her body, in the way her mouth responds so vigorously to you, the way her fingers twitch and clutch until you feel the blood spreading rapidly when her grip finally relents.
You like kissing Fami so much that you don't even realize you're pushing her down and rhythmically pressing your lower half down against hers. Your hand itches when it presses against the carpet below her, but you couldn't possibly care less when Fami lifts the leg you've encompassed between your thighs and presses against you.
Another blissful sigh leaves you at the pressure, and your nails dig deeper into the carpet. You fall deeper and deeper into her spiral the longer her mouth dances against yours, and the easier she follows your gestures.
She moves as though she's normalโ a normal girl making out with someone in your home. For a moment, you could believe that this was normal, that you were normal, that she was normal. The sighs shared between you make way for moans; your fingers curl into the carpet again only to find them tangling in her hair and mapping every point of her body you can reach.
She groans, low and husky, against your mouth when your hands grab onto her wrists and press them down against the carpet. Merely an anchor for yourself as your lower body slowly begins to move. The leg between your thighs shifts, flexing against the sensitive parts of your inner thighs, and you jolt, squeezing her limb and tightening your hold on her wrists.
"Is this okay?" She asks when you finally decide that breath is necessary and lift a fraction off of her, though even a second away from her leaves you in a frenzy, craving more, more, more.
"Mhm."
Her lips are distracting. She is distractingโ and surely you distract her because as soon as you nod, she's on you again, craning her neck to get a taste of you.
.
You finally break free of the daze she has you under with a gasp. You're not entirely sure how much time has gone by, but your lips are swollen and you have to stop soon, or you will find a way to shag Fami right on this very carpet. Separating from her, your lower half sits idly on top of hers and you crane your head to find the clock on your wall. "What time is it?!"
Fami pants beneath you, her breaths in sync with the pounding of your heart in your chest. It's a sight to behold, one you simply do not have time for when you find that the clock reads a quarter past 1.
"Crap!" You scramble off of her with as much reluctance as urgency, "I have to go!"
Fami watches your legs tremble as you get your footing, mumbling under your breath about how Denji should've been home by now, which then spirals into worries of how he'd react if he had been on time to find you making out a girl on the living room floor. Slowly, she props herself up on her elbows, watching you with a return of her ever so dispassionate thousand-yard stare.
"Where are you going?" The last syllable doesn't even leave her lips before you're dragging her to her feet and pushing her towards the couch.
"I have to go pick up my little sister. She's not exactly the most patient person," you huff, sitting her down and scrambling over to grab your jacket.
You're halfway out the door when you finally turn and direct your full attention back to her, "Um... I would say you can stay, but.. I'm pretty sure you'll eat everything in my kitchen, and also Nayuta-chan doesn't really like visitors, but... um, I'll see what I can do. Make yourself at home, if you want."
With a shaky smile, you avert your eyes, heat bubbling to the tips of your ears once more and practically sprint for your front door. But then you pause again, deliberating. You turn, make your way back to her side and press the gentlest kiss on her cheek, and then her lips.
"I'm glad you asked to kiss me," you whisper, nipping at her bottom lip. She feels the sudden urge to grasp the nape of your neck and drag you back down under with her, but you pull away before she can. She pretends not to notice the smile you fail to hide, bottom lip burrowed under your teeth, and before she knows it, you're out the door, and Fami sits alone in your apartment.
A second later, you're prancing back inside, snatching her wrist and leading her out the door. "On second thought," you say as your fingers wrap around her wrist, "Nayuta-chan's definitely not as forgiving as I'm making her sound."
You linger outside the door, almost giddy at how she looms over you, "I'll see you at school?"
There's an endearing hope in your tone, a shine in your eyes that Fami finds absolutely adorable.
"Yes," she answers simply, then bends, tilting her head so that her earring brushes your cheek as she kisses you one last time. On the cheek, then on your mouth, as you had done just a minute ago. She nips at your bottom lip all the same, then stands up straight and watches you sputter, reaching up to soothe the sting of your bottom lip. It's exceedingly adorable how catty you get when you're flustered, especially when it's because of her; you huff petulantly, then stomp away, grumbling about how unfair it was that she managed to get the upper hand.
Again, her head dips to the side. Her lips still tingle with the taste of you, but she resists the urge to lick it all up before she gets the chance to taste it again. She savors it, in fact, while she waits until the squeaks of your shoes against linoleum stairs get softer and softer.
At the thought of you and you and her, a single quirk graces the side of her lip, and disappears from in front of your door, as if she was never there at all.
