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A small announcement from the admins. For the unforeseeable future, anons on the blog are off. I’m sorry for the inconvenience. You can reach admins through the blogs mentioned in the staff intro’s, submit a feedback submission or contact me through Discord (my username on Discord is the same as on tumblr: @gakutonin).
Feedback submissions are now also publicised. You can find the link here. We will also be adding this link to the pinned posts. Submissions are still anonymous, but hopefully this lets users see why some changes are being made or able to bounce ideas off each other. Suggestions and feedback are always welcome.
Lastly: we are planning to utilitise the Tumblr blog more than just reblogs and announcements. There are currently a few things still in the works behind the scenes, so stay tuned! With this, we’re hoping that the blog feels more like a community center, and also to highlight the villagers more, whether you’re Tumblr-only or not.
We also have a new admin, Ivy (@ivescide), however, she is brought into the team for more tasks behind the scenes and on Discord to spread the load for technical support, so the rest of us can focus on more interactive and community based tasks.
More prompts and interactive games are coming soon. I’d also like to present you with a poll!
Would you be interested in participating in “Villager of the Month”?
Yes
No
Other: (specify in comments or tags)
Remaining time: 5 days 9 hours
The idea of “Villager of the Month” is that every member in the community gets an opportunity to introduce themselves, answer some questions and be highlighted. After all, the villagers are what makes the community. No one will be forced to participate, but we hope this would make everyone a bit more familiar with each other!
We’re still working out more ideas, as I mentioned before, but suggestions are of course more than welcome.
There are going to be days (or weeks, or months) where you sit down to write and feel... disconnected. From your voice, from your characters, from your ideas. Like the person who used to write your stories just packed up and left.
They didn't. They're just tired. Here's how to keep writing anyway:
Lower the bar (Until it's on the floor)
You are not here to write something brilliant. You are here to write something. A paragraph. A sentence. A single line of dialogue. Movement matters way more than quality.
Write around the story
Don't force it. If you can't write the scene, try:
⋆ A character ramble / journal entry
⋆ A conversation that won't be included in the final draft
⋆ A list of things the character would never admit out loud
⋆ A messy summary of what should happen
Engage with the story from a different angle.
Borrow a voice until yours comes back
No, not with AI. Read something that feels close to what you want to write, or watch a scene that captures the tone, then write immediately after. Not to copy, to reignite your instincts.
Write the emotion, not the plot.
What is your character feeling in this moment? What are they afraid of? What do they want but won't say? What's being kept from them? The emotion leads, the plot catches up later.
Stop trying to "feel like a writer" first.
You don't write when you feel like a writer. You feel like a writer because you write.
You are still a writer, even on the days it feels distant. Especially then.
in twenty years of life, soft tunes kept playing in the background static. loud enough to swamp over the thoughts of devastation and intrusiveness.
in twenty years of life, the sorrows have been washed away in a rhythmic tune, only to be brought back in a dimmed sense of way.
in twenty years of life, the only thing that kept staying were drowning words in a world full of ignorance.
event duration. 01.08.2026 – 31.08.2026
playlist. lost in sorrows melodies. | @maplewood-valley
“ nu sunt un bun actor, nu iau iubirea ca pe un rol ”
01.08.2026
dansam by randi
the art of acting ft. giyu tomioka | words. 000
fandom. demon slayer
synopsis. in between the silent dance of swords, one blade hasn’t hit its target yet.
“ you’re getting stronger, so just keep on that bit longer ”
03.08.2026
come over by clean bandit, stylo g
doodles ft. koshi sugawara | words. 0000
fandom. haikyuu
synopsis. the simplest decision can have grave consequences.
“ realität, in der realität, bist du umgeben von
schlangen im anzug ”
07.08.2026
realität by mehrzad marashi, rais
angles morts - the blind spots in life ft. chuuya nakahara | words. 0000
fandom. bungo stray dogs
synopsis. no one is more cruel than the closest people to your heart.
“ if you lost your way, i will leave the light on ”
10.08.2026
leave a light on by tom walker
let the candle flame be your guide ft. levi ackerman | words. 0000
fandom. attack on titan
synopsis. mother, why do the niceest people always die first?
“ you must work in symmetry ”
14.08.2026
empathy by crystal castles
after the churches bells last ring ft. ferid bathory | words. 0000
fandom. seraph of the end
synopsis. not knowing a truth is sometimes the best to stay safe.
“ i just wanna change, i just wanna change,
i just wanna change ”
17.08.2026
oh no! by marina
fly, fall and die ft. seijuro akashi | words. 0000
fandom. kurokos basketball
synopsis. he usually doesn’t pay attention to the ones sitting at the back of the class.
“ steine sind steine, alle an die wand ”
21.08.2026
steine sind steine by and one
kept under a closed lid ft. padparadscha | words. 0000
fandom. land of the lustrous
synopsis. even a stone seems to have greater problems than a living being.
“ fall asleep in the pillows ”
24.08.2026
painting greys by emmit fenm
sinking into the pillow ft. kento nanami | words. 0000
fandom. jujutsu kaisen
synopsis. make the load you’re carrying visible.
“ ich hab die wut in mein’m kopf ”
28.08.2026
Dachlatte by nand
caged in desperation ft. kurapika | words. 0000
fandom. hunterxhunter
synopsis. anger doesn’t always need to end up in burning rage.
“ white turned to blue, and blue to white ”
31.08.2026
open your eyes by aviators
transitions ft. albedo | words. 000
fandom. genshin impact
synopsis. buried between duty and chalk powder, the concept of death is not quite possible to grasp.
tenya iida x best friend!reader. 1,100 words. slight age gap (tenya is younger), kissing, mentions of past alcoholism (if you squint), university AU. also iida is a masked disc jockey at a club downtown who goes by DJ Ingenium. @maplewood-valley
You've been friends for a couple of years, you and Tenya Iida. He's seen you at your best (passing exams set down by all too rigorous professors) and your worst (drinking too much following the dissolution of your summer romance). You know things about him that he keeps quiet; his debilitating fear of failure, how he runs every morning because the lack of energy staves off anxiety, his secret gig as a DJ downtown. It'd be very easy to call you two best friends and just leave it at that. And for a while, that's where you let it hang.
Neither of you talk about the night after your long-term broke it off, where you fell asleep in Tenya's arms, dried tears on your face and his shirt. How he whispered, "If you were mine, things would be different" when he thought you were asleep. But you remembered.
Neither of you mention the multiple times you said offhand that DJ Ingenium was hot as hell, unaware at the time that he and Tenya were one and the same. You thought the blush was because you was being crude, not because you were talking to the DJ in question.
And neither of you ever allude to the frat party that you both went to just to cross it off your bucket list. The one where tipsy girls were pulling at Tenya's compression shirt and eager men were a little too handsy with you while passing by. The one where you made out on the shitty sofa in view of everyone just so they would leave you both alone. How he walked you to your off campus housing even though it was a mile away, and kissed you on the stoop before heading home.
You're just friends. Nothing to write home about.
---
Tenya asks you to go to dinner with him one night, to celebrate the end of the spring semester. You've both passed with flying colors; you'll have your master's and he his bachelor's in just a few weeks time. It's a special occasion, albeit bittersweet. He'll return to his family, and you to yours. Your friendship is destined to fade into something fond and distant.
He asks you to wear a dress. So you do. Something deep blue, to match his hair. He wears a suit, nothing distractingly expensive, but respectable nonetheless. You dine at a very high end sushi place, one catty-corned on a main strip in the city, with frosted windows that don't even allow passersby to see inside. It's a quiet affair, being so nearly black tie. You're both anxious, but for different reasons.
"Tenya, I don't think I can afford-"
"You're not affording anything," he stops you with a firm voice, eyes clear and firm across the table. "This is a celebration. I'm paying."
"But it's-" you look down at the menu, with options so exorbitant they don't even bother to include the price. "I can't ask this of you."
"You're not asking," he sounds so confident. He's thanking his lucky stars that the tablecloth hides his bouncing leg and clenched fist. "I want to do this. We've both earned it. Please let me do this for you."
You get quiet, too grateful to say no, but too guilty to speak up. So the two of you eat in relative silence, occasionally asking quick questions and responding with little quips. He's going to do a few internships, try to land a job with his current degree, talks about moving far far away. You twist your own knife, tell him maybe you'll find a job that'll take you and you can fuck your way to the top. He goes quiet for a while after that.
You leave the restaurant together. The food was delicious, but you barely tasted it. You walk in formal clothes back to your cars, parked in separate lots. He squeezes your hand before you part ways. Everything aches.
You go back to your apartment, wipe off your makeup before you can cry it off. You don't want things to change; you want to be by Tenya's side in any way he'll have you. But you can't change the way things work. You both have to graduate, become real people with big jobs. You have to let go of this fantasy that you'll find forever in a place designed to work you to death and spit you out ready for employment.
You change into pajamas, turn the TV on, but pay no attention to what's on. You keep thinking of Tenya's intense eyes, his soft smile, his rough hands; how he cared when no one else could be bothered. It's never been a secret that you love him, but in the way a friend loves a friend. At least you thought that was what you were feeling…
You slip on your flip-flops and decide you can't let this go. You and Tenya need to talk this out. You can't leave things unsaid and regret it forever. You open the door outside, rushing with your car keys in hand, when- thud. Your face slams into something hard.
You reel back, expecting to fall over, but strong, familiar hands are holding you by the waist. Your face is lined up with Tenya's firm chest. He's panting, his face red, his own gray pajama shirt drenched in sweat. He ran here. To your apartment.
"Ten-"you start, a myriad of questions at the tip of your tongue. "What- is everything okay?"
He shakes his head, tries to compose himself. His hands just grip you tighter. "I love you!" he nearly yells, eyes wide and searching for reciprocation. "I love you, and I can't go. I can't leave if there's even a chance that you love me, too."
Your knees almost buckle. You can't find the words. Every single fleeting moment that you left unacknowledged passes through your mind. Every touch and kindness and stare that lingered too long. So you bring your hands to his face, and kiss him so hard your teeth clack together.
He gasps against your lips, then falls into you, one hand bunching in your shirt, the other in your hair, a few relieved tears falling from his closed eyes. You kiss for an obscenely long time on your stoop, in full view of the apartment complex, until you both pull away panting with spit slick swollen lips.
"W-well?" he asks, voice low and in danger of breaking. "Do you?"
You try to laugh, but it comes out hoarse, tears of your own starting to prick at your vision. You take his hand, and guide him backwards into the familiarity of your apartment.
A small announcement from the admins. For the unforeseeable future, anons on the blog are off. I’m sorry for the inconvenience. You can reach admins through the blogs mentioned in the staff intro’s, submit a feedback submission or contact me through Discord (my username on Discord is the same as on tumblr: @gakutonin).
Feedback submissions are now also publicised. You can find the link here. We will also be adding this link to the pinned posts. Submissions are still anonymous, but hopefully this lets users see why some changes are being made or able to bounce ideas off each other. Suggestions and feedback are always welcome.
Lastly: we are planning to utilitise the Tumblr blog more than just reblogs and announcements. There are currently a few things still in the works behind the scenes, so stay tuned! With this, we’re hoping that the blog feels more like a community center, and also to highlight the villagers more, whether you’re Tumblr-only or not.
We also have a new admin, Ivy (@ivescide), however, she is brought into the team for more tasks behind the scenes and on Discord to spread the load for technical support, so the rest of us can focus on more interactive and community based tasks.
More prompts and interactive games are coming soon. I’d also like to present you with a poll!
Would you be interested in participating in “Villager of the Month”?
Yes
No
Other: (specify in comments or tags)
Remaining time: 5 days 9 hours
The idea of “Villager of the Month” is that every member in the community gets an opportunity to introduce themselves, answer some questions and be highlighted. After all, the villagers are what makes the community. No one will be forced to participate, but we hope this would make everyone a bit more familiar with each other!
We’re still working out more ideas, as I mentioned before, but suggestions are of course more than welcome.
A last reminder! The Firework of Feelings event deadline is upcoming Friday, 31st of July! I hope everyone is ready to set off their beautiful fireworks 🎉
Dear members of the Valley, if there are any issues that might affect the community, please come find a mod directly. Anon is unfortunately not very practical for that.
Secondly: please don’t send applications in someone else’s name. It’s very obvious and just a waste of everyone’s time, including yours. The applications are meant to be filled out for yourself only. It’s quite awkward for the person you’re applying for.
⌗ seishiro nagi/f!reader ⌗ 2.9k words ⌗ smut, fluff, cock warming, rough sex, marking
⌗ cock warming nagi turning into him fucking the breath out of you... + fluff
⌗ dividers by @/cursed-carmine
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seishiro nagi doesn't want to move from your lap.
like a cat basking in a sun puddle, the second that his head hit the perfect soft surface of your thighs, it was over. no force could peel him off of you, other than just to switch positions if he felt like spooning you or having you lie on his chest. you wave a strawberry pocky stick in front of his face only to have him slowly open his mouth and try to get it with his tongue. it draws a smile to your lips that you don't even notice until he rolls onto his back—head never once leaving your thighs—and pokes your lips with one long finger. it travels so slowly, you're wondering if he's once again aiming to pick your nose before his fingertip settles on your bottom lip.
a perfect opportunity.
you snap your teeth and bite it, making his eyebrows draw together sightly as he sighs.
"one day you'll actually bite my finger off and then what?" he mumbles, not bothering to fix that white strand of hair that always hangs in front of his eyes.
you shrug. "you have nine more."
your answer sends him into motion. in one quick swoop, he lifts himself up and pushes you onto your back only to plop himself on top of you and cage you in on the soft, bouncy mattress. your surprised shout is like a reward in itself to him, his occasional speed and agility never fail to startle and excite you.
"nine, hm?" nagi murmurs into your neck before leaving a little red mark from his teeth there. "that's one less finger to touch you with."
"you're right, that's not okay." conceding, you bring your hands almost instinctively up his back and tangle them into his hair.
he smells fresh, the scent of the generic who-knows-how-many-in-one shampoo/shower gel/whatever else that they get at the locker rooms after practices, and you've come to dislike the scent purely on the grounds of it meaning that you don't get a warm smelly sweaty hug before he drags himself into the bathroom after he comes back from training. how selfish.
you let your eyes close again, just feeling the contours of his body sinking into yours as your legs wrap around his waist. the way he holds you is bordering on a boa constrictor's murder attempt, arms wrapped like vines around you holding you as close as this mortal vessel will allow. and you… well, you've learned how to breathe while squeezed so tightly. he barely moves while he holds you like that, only a few nuzzles of his nose against your neck, a couple of kisses here and there until he rests that tired face against you.
that is, of course, until he starts slowly rubbing his crotch against you.
it starts slow at first, barely noticeable, you could even think he's just adjusting himself in those soft grey sweatpants. but the fourth time that his hardness meets your clothed sex, you smile knowingly, feeling where he's trying to go.
"what are you after, sei?" you ask, teasing with your low whisper against his ear. nagi groans softly and rolls his hips a little harder now, acting inconvenienced by his own needs.
"nothing." he answers simply, muffled. words vibrating your collar bone.
"that's not nothing."
"'s not going down." nagi is almost a professional at making a whine sound so attractive, especially one about something that's never a problem.
he rolls his hips a few more time before you respond, lifting your ass so he rubs against you a little better. that earns you a groan, one that has your entire body shiver when it echoes all over your skin. he stops, sighing into your neck as his hard on nestles between your already damp folds.
"what's the matter?" you murmur against the side of his head, feeling the soft strands of his snow hair tickle your lips.
nagi just huffs in response, moving again, though making it seem like immense effort. after a few more seconds of him trying to peel his lips off of your neck, he huffs again. "jus'… don't wanna move at all."
you let a heartbeat go past, and then another, and another before you gently trail your hand down his back. "but you wanna feel me?"
he nods, almost guilty as he stays lying on top of you like dead weight. almost guilty, but by now he's learned that you have never actually minded him pushing you into the mattress, not like this, not even when he is thrumming with adrenaline and high with insatiable energy that can only be spent by ramming into you repeatedly. you just don't complain about the aftermath, only jokingly ask him to carry you around afterwards on the account of your legs being wobbly—and he obliges every time.
but now the adrenaline has been left on the field, drained out of him together with all the energy he had been storing, wasted on a longer than usual practice when instead he could've been using it on you afterwards. but what's done is done, and parts of his body are still demanding things that he didn't think would happen today. at least not until he had some rest and recharged.
he's really lucky that you're so willing to take him in any way.
you wordlessly shimmy out of your sweatpants, kicking out from under him while he reluctantly moves his hips away to let you undress. instantly, the change in temperature has you shiver slightly, enough to have nagi squeeze you a little tighter.
impatient to feel you, he rubs against your naked heat, having you hiss slightly at the contact of his sweats with your slick skin. what he mumbles into your neck is something like an apology, so you just move to slide his pants down his toned thighs, his excited cock slipping against your folds as soon as it's free from the constraints of his boxers.
"now hang on," you whisper, still battling with the waistband of his pants as you try to use your foot to move it along, "can't just barge in like that."
nagi snickers into your neck, doing very little to help out. in the end, he shuffles his knees to further push the rest of them off and finally, finally settle between your willing thighs until he's gently poking his tip against your clit.
a couple more slow and languid slides of his hips, and he's got his thick shaft resting between your folds, snug as he grinds his hips against you. every time your clit is nudged, there's a little gasp that echoes in your chest. it amuses him greatly.
reluctantly he pulls his face away from your warm neck, but your parted lips invite him for a kiss, another, three for good luck. for someone who really didn't want to move, he's surprisingly cooperative before he gets to sink into you. the veins on the underside of his shaft rub against your rapidly dampening slit. rustling of sheets meets sweet squelches of your wet cunt, and soon, with a few more languid kisses, nagi moves his hips to angle himself and slowly, inch by thick inch, sinks his cock inside you.
his sigh is one of immense relief, drawn out just like your moan as he settles into your tight channel. you wiggle a little, getting adjusted and comfortable as your legs fall open onto the bed. nagi's not moving, blessed breaths falling from his lips as he finally feels the warmth he's been craving.
an occasional twitch of his cock interrupts your peaceful caresses of his back, making your fingers flex under his hoodie. his back is warm under your touch, his muscular back smooth as you gently graze it with your nails, relishing in the way he shivers from the sensation.
"hold me." he murmurs simply, though you could've sworn he was asleep on top of you. apparently not, even if his breathing is so slow and steady.
but you do as you're told, lifting your legs up to wrap them around his back and lock your ankles together. it changes the angle of his prodding cock inside you, making you whine a little and him groan as you adjust, your walls squeezing him tighter. he pulls away just to kiss you a little, small pecks on your jaw and chin before settling into a deep, long kiss on your lips, the kind that always leaves you smiling long after it's over, long after it stops tingling your lips.
you reckon you could both fall asleep right then and there, you've done it before, and the air is just heavy enough to envelop you both into a little cocoon where you could keep him inside you and still rest your eyes a little.
which seems to be exactly what nagi's thinking as well.
beyond the gentle touches of his big palms along your sides, his fingers dipping under your thin shirt, and your nails grazing the skin of his back, every now and then smirking at his muscles tensing when you get to a ticklish spot, nothing can really move you. not the rain starting to tap the windows of your room, not the buzzing of your and nagi's phones on the nightstand, not the video game screen still idling on the tv.
and while he's snug like this in your warmth, nothing would be strong enough to remove nagi from the tight fluttering walls of your cunt. every now and then he will purse his lips to brush against your pulse point, and it makes you reach up to ruffle his hair a bit.
everything is calm and comfortable. until nagi rubs his eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie and all of a sudden he's wide awake.
he props himself up on his hands on either side of your head and looks down at you almost with a quizzical look on his face, as if he's not currently balls deep inside you.
"can you take that off?" he nods at the shirt covering your chest.
you blink up at him a few times and realise that his eyes are no longer clouded by tiredness, even though he's got a few lines on his face from how he was lying smushed into your neck. slowly, you nod and reach down to start pulling your shirt off and toss it aside, not caring where it lands.
nagi groans when he sees your breasts spill from your shirt. the soft flesh is flattened by gravity, slightly spread towards your sides, and he lowers himself to press a soft kiss to one, then the other, and then sucks one nipple into his mouth. your head tilts back, mouth popping open to let out a warm moan feeling like toasted melting sugar in nagi's ears. jolts of electricity pass through your spine, travelling down to your clenching cunt as it squeezes around nagi's twitching cock.
he groans around your nipple at that sensation, tugging on it with his teeth while his hand cups the other breast, not wanting to make it feel neglected. your fingers itch to dig into his hair, so you tug on it, in turn making his lips part and his moan fall like snow against your breast that's coated in a thin layer of his saliva.
looking down, you have to admire the view. nagi is finally taking off his hoodie, the thin chain of that necklace with your initial that you gave him months ago slips out and rests just above his heart. he never takes it off, you realise, clenching at the thought. he groans softly, feeling your cunt tighten when you take in the defined muscle of his shoulders and arms as he balls up the hoodie and throws it—with perfect precision—at the chair on the other end of the room. impressive.
his white hair is all messy from rubbing into you and the pillow while he's been grumpy and tired, making the sight of him naked even more devastating. and he looks at you the same way—a goddess beneath his toned body. wide eyes that see him like he wants to be seen, a beating heart stuttering as it speeds up when he kisses you, soft breasts his large hands can squeeze until he's satisfied, skin that has taken (and will continue to take) many of his kisses and bites because he loves seeing little bruises bloom all over as a reminder that he alone gets to do this to you. the most perfect and welcoming pussy that makes him go feral when he gets to worship it.
you remember to breathe when he grabs your soft thighs and pushes them up, nearly folding them over your chest. he leans down again, kissing your wanting lips and you feel the pendant of the necklace tap at your chin, a sweet reminder that he's yours. you don't need to do much, sometimes, in moments like these, he finds it unbearable to not fuck you into the mattress, to not mark you up like a journal of love and insatiable lust. so once he's got you in a position he's comfortable in, you reach up and poke his cheek, making his lips quirk up into a soft smile before he can ruin you.
"love you, sei."
your words are like a release phrase, he murmurs back an 'i love you too' and then he starts thrusting into you.
the moment he first collides your hips together, you can feel him in your guts. nagi doesn't start off slow, that part was already done while he was blissfully sliding in and out of sleep on top of you. this is the part where he gets to make you arch your back and scream for him. that's a success that his cock (pistoning in and out of your warm cunt like it's trying to punish it) brings him.
your breasts bounce with each rapid movement of his body, moans from your throat ripped clean as your breath tries to catch up. nagi's fingertips dip into your thighs, holding on for dear life as the tops of his muscular thighs meet the undersides of yours, snapping in a feral pace that has his balls smack against you mixing the wet noise of your squelching cunt with the moans and grunts coming from both of you.
he leans over you, watching intently how your brows furrow when you squeeze around him. as if the tightness and the warmth weren't almost too much already, your squeals of pleasure and attempts at stifling your loud moans give him more ardour to keep going, to fuck you into a puddle atop the sheets.
it seems to be working, because no sooner has he started speeding up, unintentionally making the pendant of his necklace dangle in your face, than you shudder all over, gripping his forearms so tightly that your nails dig in and nearly draw blood. his hips stutter, his thick shaft getting nearly suffocated by your pussy tightening around him as if it's trying to squeeze the life out of it. your name on his lips is like a caress amid a harsh thrust into you, and he kisses you with it on his tongue, sweet as honey, gentle as velvet while his thrusting turns deep and languid, letting you drag out that pleasure that you're crying into his mouth.
your precious little cunt is slippery around his cock as he drives it in again, having taken you to your peak and now looking for his own. one hand cups your bouncing soft breast, squeezing fingers against that pliant flesh as he rushes towards his finish line.
easy as that, as he grinds his hips a few more times into you—enjoying the fluttering of your warm walls around his veiny shaft—his balls tighten and he has to groan out into your parted lips, releasing his breath as his cock spills rope after rope of pearlescent cum into you.
both of you have already caught your breath by the time that nagi decides he can lift himself up. your thighs are slightly bruised, but it's nothing that doesn't happen on the regular anyway. you place one last soft kiss to the side of his head as he rests it on your chest, and he groans as he gets up, slowly pulling his softened cock out of your pussy.
"made a mess…" he murmurs, rubbing his eye with the heel of his palm before running that hand through his messy hair. the pendant with your initial sits on his collar bone, having moved while he fucked you.
"better clean it up then, yeah?" you tease, lifting your leg just to poke his side with your foot. he catches it with one hand and brings it to his lips to kiss your ankle before letting it down onto the bed.
one more look at your leaking pussy and he might reconsider, might decide to just go back and put his cock inside you once more even just to have you cock warm him until you next wake up, but he should be responsible for once, so with a heavy heart and a heavier groan he gets up and gives you a perfect view of his scratched back as he makes his way to the bathroom.
really, you should put more marks on him next time.
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“if I’m going to live with this, I don’t want it to look like some other dickhead. I want it to look like you.”
sooo it’s been a long time since I last got a nirin comm and I’m so JZNSSNDNDBDHRKDNFFBFKRKR that the comeback is by @aryomengrande but when I saw the Leviticus YCH, I HAD to get it. rara, you are a legend and I’m so lucky to be able to commission you and I’m still screaming like dnsjwjdjfjt????? in fact this inspired me to write nirin again doomed yuri is so BACK. please consider commissioning rara and check out her vgen! she is so lovely to work with, passionate and very detailed!
suggestive. consumption. religious elements. vignette. warm up. writing exercise. or whatever. writing prompt: orison
oh, to be tamsy's object of rapture, and he, your agonies.
every inch of you is touched and teased, body and mind entirely at his mercy. suspended. restrained. without help.
how he delights in it, how he relishes it–the ways in which he chooses to excite and vex and soothe you by turns.
all muddled and disjointed, your words scatter unseemly. so he provokes, until his name spills with reverence, until it croons like an orison unbeknownst to all but him.
“tamsy, please.”
as sweet as nectar, at last, it trickles out of you. gladly, he licks it up like a promise and, like poison in his mouth, spits it out.
tamsy acquiesces, and with thinly veiled mirth, he lets you free, only to take you again. perhaps, this time, too far.
you are here, and yet, you are not.
no, not really.
not anymore.
you're elsewhere, somewhere untouchable, unattainable. oh, you like that, don't you? up there, where all divine beings inhabit.
eyes blank, mouth slack, limbs loose around him–yes, he answers for you, that's it. so far gone and so utterly undone.
he grins, and with eyes that eat, he bites down. he devours you raw, because, fuck–
look at you… never has tamsy caines seen such beauty as you are now.
it's as if the gods themselves have reached down, if only just to clasp his face in adoration, at his feet, they surrender.
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Well, what a ride it's been. This is all I could find for my notes on Yokai Watch Re and what could have been.
Thank you for your support. I just can't keep writing for a company who doesn't care about its customers like Level-5. Maybe one day I'll come back to this fic and properly finish it.
pairing: higuruma hiromi x reader; prompt: 14. pool / hot tub sex
contains: established relationship (married), afab reader, hot tub sex, fingering, hair pulling, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, ass play, and a little surprise just for you <3; wc: 1,071 words
author's note: i am so glad to have this out of my system and got a little bit of my writing juices back ;; thanks to @marleysfinest for reading over this and thank you for requesting hehe i hope you like it! @maplewood-valley
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enticing steam rose from the hinoki tub in front of you, beckoning your tired bodies inside.
a sigh escaped your lips as you slid into the hot mineral water, the warmth of it melting the stress of your wedding and travels away in an instant. hiromi gets in beside you with a relieved grunt, searching for your hand immediately. his wedding band was cold against your skin, its weight comforting.
“i’m so glad it’s finally done,” you chuckled, turning to face your now husband. your heart flutters as he gives you a tired smile back while squeezing your hand. the planning, the finances, the wedding itself had wrung you both dry, exhausted you to the bone.
he mumbled, “me too. and glad to be out of the city for a while. it's nice and quiet out here.”
the two of you sat in silence for a few beats, letting the water caress your tense muscles. you felt hiromi adjust his position next to you, his familiar smell filling your nostrils. his arm settled on the wood behind you and for a moment, only the serene sound of nature and your breaths could be heard. you sat there for a while before the corners of your mouth lifted into a sly smile.
“since it's so nice and quiet and we won't get interrupted,” you breathed, turning towards him and manoeuvring yourself to sit on his lap, “why don't we consummate our marriage, dear husband?”
he perked up, hands already at your waist to steady you and a faint blush adorning his cheeks. was it from the heat? was it from the way you said ‘husband’ so delicately?
he couldn't even tell but the way you made his brain all fuzzy had his cock standing upright right at the curve of your ass. his thumb tacked onto your clit, drawing gentle circles that had your blood turning hot. hiromi’s long fingers found your already leaking hole, gently pushing inside. immediately, he found that little spongy spot that made your eyes flutter shut with a heavy sigh.
“someone could come in…” he trailed off, a lazy grin spreading across his lips. his fingers pumped gently into you, water sloshing all around. his other hand slid down your tummy and up again to your chest to give your nipples a little pinch. his heavy hands on your body and the sensation of being engulfed by hot water fully relaxed you and you could feel yourself getting close to the edge embarrassingly fast.
but just before you could reach the height of ecstasy, your manicured fingers wrapped around his length. his hands found your hips again as you pumped it a few times before aligning it with your hole and slowly sinking down with a satisfied moan. hiromi’s eyes felt heavy on yours, his grip bruising on your hips. you settled, his cock fully sheathed inside you and twitching.
a few seconds passed with just you two looking at each other, breathing heavily and taking each other in. as you slowly moved your hips, you leaned down just slightly. gripping his black locks and pulling just a bit to expose your husband’s beautiful throat and felt his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed heavily to suppress a whimper.
“oh, as if you’d care.”
the corners of his mouth pulled up into a mischievous grin, his blush spreading down his neck. you pulled his hair a little harder, relishing in the moan that involuntarily came out of him. his head tipped back just enough for you to lean down and mark his neck in beautiful red and purple hues.
yours, only yours. as if the ring on his finger and your matching tattoos weren't enough to show the world that you're bound for life. no, you had to mark him in the most animalistic way as well.
hiromi’s heavy hands were still on your hips, a bruising grip as he helped you grind against him. the hair on the base of his shaft created the most delicious friction on your clit and his hands slid back to grope your ass, even exposing your puckered hole to the warm water.
your lips were still on his neck, now parted and echoing the most heavenly moans hiromi has heard from you. a squeal followed as the tip of his middle finger circled around your rim a few times before pushing in just a little. he groaned as you clenched around his cock, his hips involuntarily bucking up into you.
“oh, h-hiromi!” you gasped, your hips seemingly getting a mind of their own. yours brain turned into mush at the onslaught of stimulation from all sides, especially when his teeth found the supple skin of your shoulder. you started babbling incoherently as his other hand slid to the front again, finding your clit with ease even through the messy, sloppy thrusts he’s giving you. the added stimulation made your hips stutter and your blood turn thick as you felt his fat tip press against your g-spot just right.
you didn't know nor did you care if anyone heard the sounds that came out of you, feral and high-pitched and harmonising with hiromi’s own grunts as he felt his own orgasm approaching rapidly.
it only took a few more heavy thrusts and encouraging whispers right into your ear for you to unravel right on top of him. he watched in awe as you trembled on top of him, stars turning into supernovas behind your eyelids as he fucked you through it to chase his own high. it didn't take long for him to follow suit, his cock twitching uncontrollably and his warm cum filling your cunt.
your body was still trembling as his hands left your most sensitive parts to gently cradle your burning face. your sprinting heartbeat drummed against his fingertips, mirroring his own as he searched your face for discomfort worriedly. leaning forward, he pressed his lips against yours, catching the remnants of a whimper and keeping them in his heart’s locket. you shared a blissful few breaths before either of you spoke.
“that's one hell of a way to start a honeymoon.”
but coming down from your shared high, you failed to notice one of the hotel staff standing behind the slightly ajar door with his hand down his pants and a smushed cigarette between his teeth.
“All this jealousy because someone kissed my cheek at the bar?”
“Jealousy? I prefer to call it marking my territory. You should be familiar with such things Knight of Boreas. We can consult the wolves if you’re complaining.”
“No—no! Not complaining at all!”
“Good. We’re going somewhere private so I can mark under that collar too.”
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@evelynknightart did the loveliest comm for me (*´∀`)♪
A big thank you to Eve for being amazing and delightful and all too talented!! It really exceeded my expectations with how beautiful it ended up being uwu
my dearest honey!!! congratulations on reaching 2k followers. that's such a huge achievement, and honestly—so so so well deserved. you have earned all this love and support, every nice comment and every single like. that's youuuu baby! we love and appreciate what you do for this community every single day, so grateful you are here to share your angsty & nasty ideas with us. <33
enough yappin' . lets come to my requests (u can pick the one u like the most!)
rival kingdom's king!rafayel x princess!reader + brat taming
pervy roommate!rafayel x innocent nerd!reader + breeding
best friend!rafayel x camgirl!reader + toy usage
thank you so much for considering, the requests u have done so far are super yummy <33
best friend! rafayel x camgirl! reader + toy usage
a/n. so sorry for the wait! i made raf a bit of a shy nerd to hit two birds with one stone and do @uninterestedseductress ’s request as well! thank you for the nice words, i hope you enjoy this! ❤️
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the bedroom was bathed in the warm amber glow of your ring light, casting soft shadows across the rumpled sheets where you knelt. your broken tripod was propped up in the corner, long abandoned, and your new camera… cameraman, rafayel, stood just behind the adjacent door of your bedroom.
camera in hand, his knuckles white around the device as he angled it through the intentional gap.
“you’re sure about this?” he’d asked earlier, his voice strained, eyes refusing to meet yours.
“raffy, please.” you’d begged, and the nickname sealed the deal.
he’d nodded, swallowed hard, and positioned himself exactly where you needed him for your lewd POV video — being caught masturbating.
now you were on your hands and knees, the pink silicone dildo buried deep inside your cunt, your hips rocking back against it with shallow thrusts. your thighs trembled from the effort, slick arousal coating the toy and dripping down your inner thighs in glistening streaks.
“f–fuck.” you moaned, loud enough for the camera to catch, loud enough for rafayel to hear.
your head was down into the sheets, hair spilling around your face like a curtain as you fucked yourself stupid on the toy.
“mhm, yes, right there–”
from behind the door, you heard rafayel’s sharp intake of breath, the barely audible hitch in his throat as the toy went deeper inside you.
he’d seen your content before, you knew. that accidental glimpse of a leaked post months ago, the way his face had gone scarlet and he’d stammered through an apology even though you’d laughed it off and told him it was fine.
you wanted your best friend to see you like this.
but this was different. he was watching live. watching you perform, watching you fall apart, watching the way your greedy cunt swallowed the dildo again and again as you moaned like a whore.
your arm burned with the effort of keeping the angle right, fucking yourself for the camera’s benefit.
but your mind was elsewhere — on the man behind the door, on the way you’d caught him looking at your lips one too many times, on the tentative touches he’d always pull away from too quickly.
you wanted your best friend to give in.
“r–rafayel.” you whimpered suddenly, the name rolling out of your mouth naturally as the tip hit a sensitive spot inside you.
that made your arm falter, fingers trembling on the suction cup and with that...
the dildo slipped from your grip, detaching from your pussy with a wet pop and landing on the sheets with a soft, slick thud. your body felt empty, aching, your hole clenching around nothing as you turned your head towards the door.
with the sweetest pout.
“rafa–yel.” you said again, your voice breaking from the lost pleasure. “please. please come help me.”
a long, agonizing silence. you thought he would refuse the invite; value your friendship more than a romantic relationship.
but then the door creaked fully open, and he stepped into the room.
he looked absolutely wrecked. his purple curls were disheveled, like he’d been running his hands through them. his cheeks were flushed a deep red, and his eyes were dark, pupils blown wide as they raked over your naked body. he was wearing loose sweatpants and you could see the obvious tent straining against the fabric, the outline of his hard cock pressing insistently.
your pussy throbbed at the sight.
“i...” he cleared his throat, unable to look at your face, his gaze fixed somewhere on the sheets. “i got it… the video. should i stop recording?”
“no.” you breathed. “keep going. i need you to– i need more footage. but i need your help first.”
the hand between your thighs, soaked in arousal, beckoned him to your bed. only to point down at the toy.
he stepped closer, his movements jerky and uncertain, his boner swinging in his sweatpants tentatively. when he reached the bed, he bent down and retrieved the discarded dildo, holding it awkwardly in his palm like it might bite him.
it was covered in your slick, glistening under the warm lights.
“h–here.” he offered weakly, extending it towards your dangling hand. “go on...”
you shook your head, reaching out to wrap your fingers around his wrist and press the tip of the dildo to your fluttering cunt.
you heard him groan behind you.
“raffy...” you said softly. “i want you to do it. please, help me put it in.”
his breath shuddered out of him. “i don’t... i don’t know if i should–”
“please.”
the plea hung in the air for a second. you watched the war play out across his face — the shy, respectful best friend who’d never pushed, versus the man who’d been dreaming about this exact scenario for months.
his jaw tightened as his decision was made.
“okay.” he whispered. “okay, yeah, i can– i’ll do it.”
he moved around you, still clutching the camera in one hand, still thinking it was just for a video. you repositioned yourself, arching your back and dropping your chest down to the mattress, offering yourself up to him like you always wanted.
the position put your soaked pussy on full display, shining with arousal, your folds swollen from your earlier ministrations.
“fuck.” he cursed under his breath as he took in the view.
he positioned his body behind you, bending slightly to be closer to your entrance. the tip of the silicone dildo pressed against your hole, teasing, and you whimpered, pushing back against it.
“tell me.” he said, adam's apple bobbing with need. “tell me what you need.”
“i need you to fuck me with it.” you gasped. “hard. i need it deep. please, raffy–”
“shh, i’ve got you.”
the toy pushed inside you in one smooth, wet slide, and you cried out, your fingers fisting in the sheets. there was no rhythm — he was shaking, his grip on the toy unsteady; but he was thrusting, driving it into you with increasing urgency. the angle was different from before, better, hitting something deep inside that made stars burst behind your eyes.
“like that?” he asked, checking on you. “is that– fuck, you’re so wet. i can hear it, i can–”
you were so loud, the obscene squelch of the toy moving in and out of your cunt filling the room. your thighs were trembling, your toes curling against the sheets. you could barely breathe, could barely form words, but you managed to whimper out his name like a mantra.
“yes, yes, raf–”
the camera shook in his grip, barely catching you in the frame now. but you didn’t care — this wasn’t for your fans anyway.
this was for him, for the friend who’d been too timid to make a move, for the man whose cock was straining against his sweatpants and making your mouth water.
“rafayel.” you pushed yourself up on one arm, twisting to look over your shoulder at him. his face was flushed, his eyes wild and fixed on where the toy disappeared inside you. “i ugh– want–”
“what?” he slowed his thrusts, his breath coming in harsh pants as he remembered why he’s doing all this — for your account. “should i change something?”
“y–yes, the dildo– ’want you.” the words tumbled out, raw and desperate, your hand jumping from beneath you to grasp one asscheek and open up.
“not the toy. i want your cock. i’ve wanted it for so long, raf–”
his eyes snapped to yours, wide with lust, his dick throbbing in his pants at your words. “huh?”
“please.” you begged, letting your skin jiggle free and reaching back to grip his thigh, brushing at his tent. “please, i need to feel you. i need your cock inside me.”
a shudder ran through him, and for a moment, you thought he might say no. but then the camera was thrown away at the edge of the bed, his (now) free hand clutching the flesh of your ass.
spreading you once more.
“ra–rafayel?” you moaned into the sheets as he pulled the toy out fully, only to jam it back in with a loud squelch.
“ah, for that…” he muttered between gritted teeth, hand thrusting the dildo deep inside you until the silicone balls slapped your aching clit.
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