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I mainly do Reader Inserts <3
THE ARCANA
Through The Seasons | Muriel x Reader [DISCONTINUED]
Summary: You and Muriel have lived together for a long time, and your journey continues through the small adventures you share.
Chapter List: I - II - III - IV
CASE STUDY OF VANITAS
Heaven and Earth(ShortFic) | Vanitas x Reader
Summary: Choosing to love Vanitas is one of the most difficult decisions of your life. You have yet to regret it.
DETROIT BECOME HUMAN
RK800-60(Colin)
Electric Dreams | RK800-60 x Reader [DISCONTINUED]
Summary: There was no longer a mission. No purpose. Shades of grey rather than the black and white of his mind. The same goes for whenever he thinks of her.
Chapter List: I - II - III - IV - V - VI - VII - VIII
Dating Connor-60 Would Include
RK900(Nines/Conan)
Deep Breaths | RK900 x Reader [Complete]
Summary: “You remind me of a time, when things weren't so complicated. All I need is to see your face…”
Chapter List: I - II
Finesse(Songfic/One-Shot) | RK900 x Reader
Summary: The 90’s beat definitely caught (Y/N) and had her move to the rhythm without a lick of shame.
Dating Nines Would Include
Miscellaneous
The Detroit Experience Playlist
Summary: A playlist dedicated to each of the character I’ve written! These are specific to my characterizations, but if you got recommendations, I’m all ears!
Personal Headcanon I(NSFW)
Summary: My take on how sexual Android-Human relationships would operate.
Personal Headcanon II
Summary: My take on Androids post-android revolution, and how they would imitate the life cycle of Humans.
GENSHIN IMPACT
Desperate To Spite You | Wanderer(Scaramouche) x Reader
Summary: A look into your extremely vengeful nature and your need for perfection. But it's alright, no matter what he says, Wanderer will be there to support you, then snap you out of it.
After Hours | Multi-Chara Headcanons
Characters: Baizhu, Kaeya, Zhongli, Kaveh
Summary: He's been visiting more often. He always sits in the back of the room, furthest away from the stage and watches your performance. And when it came to closing time, you'd get ready to go home, but not without greeting your secret admirer.
Grocery Shopping Ft. Anemo Boys | Multi-Chara Headcanons
Characters: Venti, Xiao, Heizou, Kazuha, Wanderer(Scaramouche), Aether
Summary: What grocery shopping with the anemo boys would be like, based on real life scenarios.
GOD OF WAR
Mimir Headcanons I | Mimir x Fae!Reader
Summary: How you and Mimir met during his early years in the Courts of Faeries.
mydei having a library is absolutely heartbreaking symbolism. it's a running gag that the kremnoan language doesn't have many words; there's no word for flee, no word for fear, even no word for love. i know the library was his family's, but still -- it is such a distinct symbol of how mydei wants to break kremnoan tradition. how he openly rejects the idea that violence is the only valid form of communication. how he always dismisses the baseless rumours surrounding his abilities, proving that he values truth over glory. we see mydei try to talk his people into reason. we see him apologize to tribbie for being rude. we even see him (begrudgingly) admit to phainon that he knows how to interpret poetry. time and time again, mydei chooses language -- and truth -- over violence. so when he invites phainon to visit his library in the next life, he's not just expressing hope -- he's asking phainon to remember him by what he really believes in. even if i become the avatar of strife, he's saying, even if you have to kill me one day -- in the next life, please see me as the person i've tried to become.
mydei knows the power of a name, perhaps because his language has so few of them. and that makes it doubly ironic that he personally has so many titles: son of gorgo. the patricidal crown prince. kingslayer. godslayer. the undying. but as krateros points out, the name he prefers is the one he uses with the chrysos heirs. and although mydei doesn't talk much, all his actions seem to say the same thing.
For the game Slay the Princess, made by @blacktabbygames!
With probably 40+ hours poured into this project, I present the most completed choice tree (to my knowledge) based upon the Pristine Cut! Now including as many edge case/Specific scenarios I know of.
I hardly post here, but I'm really proud of this so I thought I'd share it. The original one I used for inspo/reference is made by Stafilo on reddit.
Check out shared "Slay the Princess" scene on Excalidraw+
hey i made this small dumb comic about my gay OCs! it was my first time doing one, so i think i learned a lot. i hope you like it! i’ll try to make more comics in the future, especially with these characters.
starting a new fuck/marry/kill called aro/crack/attack where you take three characters and decide who you're making aromantic, whose egg you're cracking, and who you're doing grievous bodily harm
pairing: Mydei x Fem!Reader
summary: The eldest daughter of the Marquess of Castrum Kremnos was set to marry Prince Mydeimos. It was a match where the King and the Marquess had both approved a long time ago. But as the hour of her coming-of-age drew near, she suddenly vanished. What she only left behind was a letter that spoke of love and escape with a commoner.
Shock, rage and scandal consumed the Marquess' household. Desperate to preserve the family’s honor, the Marquess made a bold choice: you, her daughter's faithful maid and companion since childhood, must fill her role. You, becoming the fabricated daughter of the Marquess.
Suddenly pulled from the shadows of servitude into the dazzling yet dangerous nobility, you must hide who you truly are. You must outwit the palace’s plotting, and face a prince who perceives far more than you allow. One slip could spell disaster, and eyes in the palace are watching, ready to claim your downfall.
tag(s): Kingdom AU!, Romance, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, kind of Slow Burn, Fluff, Smut, Mature themes
ACT I — An Identity Borrowed from Silence
When the Marquess’ daughter vanishes before her coming-of-age, you are forced to assume the identity of being the Marquess' Eldest Daughter to maintain the arranged marriage with Prince Mydei.
ACT II — The Prince Who Watched Closely
As you navigate nobility life in her place, Mydei notices your humanity beneath the noble facade, and quiet trust slowly grows between you.
ACT III — The Truth Beneath the Silk
Mydei discovers the truth of your origins, and though love has taken root between you, the revelation fractures his trust. Loving him, you realize, means leaving him for survival.
ACT IV — A Life Without Gold
You flee Castrum Kremnos to Aedes Elysiae, living freely but haunted by love and the life you left behind.
ACT V — The Crown That Kneels
After a relentless search, Mydei finds you and chooses love over duty, leaving both of you to decide your own path together.
-> in which you experience the love and devotion you used to beg for
♡(˃͈ ˂͈ ) a letter from zoey — ok i was supposed to post this last week but ended up forgetting abt it bcs of all the school works given to me </3 anyway,,, my first ever event submission for @/d1strict99's current event 🥹 lovelovelove how it was organized (the forms/quizzes are such a cute idea hello??? d99 staff i have so much love and appreciation for you) and i got prompt #7 !! such a sweet one hehe ^^ anyway,, i ended up scrapping and rewriting this four or five times,, i'm trying to get back into writing after school ate all my time and motivation but i AM satisfied with how i wrote this one,, def planning on writing more for the event tho !!! its so cutesy and i love it sm <3 i hope u all enjoy reading !!!
♡(˃͈ ˂͈ ) contains — 1046 wc / mydei x reader / established relationship / modern au / reader & mydei live together / fluff / veeery brief mentions of toxic ex partners
love has never been your strong suit. you still remember those long, sleepless nights, filled with uncertainty and doubt, questioning if you'd ever find the love you desire, or if you'll end up living your life all alone.
…or worse, in a loveless, toxic marriage with someone who treats you terribly.
fortunately, that was years ago. now, you here you are, awake before entry hour. looking over to your side, you see mydei sleeping right beside you, the sound of soft snoring filling the room.
your head hurts once more, a reoccurring inconvenience. then again, work has been more demanding these days. it's the very reason you wake up so much earlier now. of course, mydei noticed after two days, reminding you not to overexert yourself and that he's always available if you need anything, whether it's cooking dinner for you, picking you up from work if he finishes his shift before you, or to simply hold you and play with your hair if you feel exhausted.
…despite being together for years now, you still feel a sense of guilt whenever you even imagine asking him to do any of those things. you don't want to burden him. he has his own responsibilities, too, doesn't he?
still, mydei seems pretty sound asleep right now. quietly, you creep out of your shared bed, making your way to the kitchen to grab a pain reliever tablet and a mug, starting up the coffee machine—
"ibuprofen and a cup of coffee is not breakfast, [name]."
at five in the morning, you turn around in a hurry, nearly letting out a scream of terror when you see a tall, shadowy figure behind you, only to realize it's your lover, a look of disappointment on his face.
when did he become such a light sleeper?
"mydei," you let out a sigh of relief, your hand gently smacking him on the shoulder. "you scared me half to death."
in return, mydei gently takes your hand in his, pressing a soft kiss on the back of it, "i'm sorry. my point still stands, though," he says, looking over at the sad display that you call breakfast, "you could've woken me up. i don't mind cooking for you."
"i didn't want to bother you, dei," you huff, trying to argue back.
but not before mydei had his own say in the matter, "you never do."
by now, you know that your lover is well-aware of your previous relationship history. two previous partners before him — one who was only with you because he thought you were attractive, then dumped you on the spot the moment you told him that you weren't interested in a 'no strings attached' type of relationship, and the other who was extremely emotionally manipulative, using your insecurities and secrets against you, always trying to make you feel like you can't do anything without him.
and now, here you are, with someone that doesn't make you feel like you need to depend on him, but rather stand by his side as his equal, while also acting like a reliable partner.
…but, then again, you aren't about to waste an opportunity to eat some of mydei's delicious cooking. especially after weeks of eating quick meals you made yourself, like a half-assed sandwich. especially if it meant eating his amazing honeyca—
"you want me to make you honeycakes, don't you."
a quick moment of silence for how quickly he was able to guess what you wanted just from one look. then again, it's only a testament to your bond, isn't it? nothing to be ashamed of, even if he was able to guess your current craving like it was second nature. actually, thinking about it now, his attentiveness only makes him more attractive in your eyes.
"ah, you know me so well. you're obsessed with me, aren't you? hopelessly in love with me and all that…" you sigh dreamily, poking fun at your lover as he picks up the pan and starts to grab all the ingredients from the pantry.
to that, mydei only lets out an exasperated, yet incredibly fond sigh, "we've been together for nearly four years, [name]," he starts, measuring the dry ingredients laid out in front of him, "but… yes, i guess i am."
you let out a soft hum, quietly watching him open the flour as you hand him the ingredients he needs next, "nearly four years now, huh? when will you pop the question, mydeimos?"
a teasing question. you weren't expecting a whole lot out of it. maybe, if you were to get lucky, you'll succeed at flustering your darling lover. that's only really happened a handful of times in the past.
but no. it ended up backfiring on you instead.
when you look over to see mydei's reaction, he pauses for a moment before continuing to mix the dry ingredients, answering your question as if you had only asked about the weather and not about a lifelong commitment to each other, "sooner than you might expect, my love."
"oh," is the only think you can get out of your mouth at first, your face beginning to turn a soft shade of red despite the only source of light in the room being the moonlight, "alright. good to know."
knowing that information now, you're beginning to wonder if anything… significant will happen later during the romantic dinner he said he's been planning for weeks now. he allegedly 'wanted to treat you after all the stressful work you've been doing.' now you're definitely going to wear the most gorgeous outfit you can find in your wardrobe.
when thoughts of marriage crept into your head in the past with your previous partners, you felt… emptiness. you never exactly imagined a 'forever' with them. you never felt a desire to have a future with them. if anything, the thought of it terrified you. whenever your mind wandered, it felt like being forced to board a ship and never coming back.
but with mydei? those thoughts, once filled with anxiety and fear, now felt warm. something you could look forward to. something that made your heart skip a beat, not with uneasiness, but with tenderness.
with mydei, forever feels soft and gentle, and you can't wait for that day to finally arrive.
anyway the thing about fanfic is that it's not essentially bad or good; it's essentially amateur. some people are absolutely out there writing award-worthy prose (some fic writers ARE award-winning writers IRL!), but that's not the point. the point is that we're all telling campfire stories. it's a community, and it's a way to spend some more time in the worlds and stories that we love.
anyway the thing about fanfic is that it's not essentially bad or good; it's essentially amateur. some people are absolutely out there writing award-worthy prose (some fic writers ARE award-winning writers IRL!), but that's not the point. the point is that we're all telling campfire stories. it's a community, and it's a way to spend some more time in the worlds and stories that we love.
Subverting Heroism: Why Toby Fox's Critique of Nationalist Ideals in Undertale Went Unnoticed
Toby Fox's Undertale performs a merciless critique of Romantic-nationalist heroism that is strikingly similar in intellectual ambition to Gen Urobuchi's subversions in Fate/Zero and Puella Magi Madoka Magica. Yet, while Urobuchi's works gained widespread notoriety for their dark, unflinching deconstruction of heroic ideals, Fox's critique largely escaped mainstream discussion. Understanding this discrepancy requires examining the narrative strategies, audience expectations, and neurotypical tendencies that shape the reception of heroic subversion.
In Undertale, the monster kingdom is initially framed through familiar heroic tropes: Asgore is "the good king," Toriel is "the noble queen," Asriel is the tragic prince, Chara is the young martyr for the nation, Undyne is the loyal knight, and Alphys embodies the scientist of progress. The narrative encourages the player to sympathize with the kingdom as a people in exile, a nation oppressed by human cruelty, evoking the Romantic fascination with heroic struggle, martyrdom, and moral nobility. On the surface, the monsters' quest appears to be morally righteous, their hierarchy orderly and principled, and their suffering emotionally compelling.
Fox gradually undermines these heroic facades. The True Pacifist Route reveals that Asgore's nobility masks participation in a cultic nationalist system; the kingdom's collective mythology surrounding Asriel and Chara is a constructed narrative designed to consolidate loyalty, perpetuate grief, and justify violence. Ordinary citizens like Bratty and Catty openly celebrate the destruction of humanity while praising Asgore, highlighting how propaganda and groupthink normalize genocidal enthusiasm. Alphys' experiments in the True Lab—for which monsters offered up family members—demonstrate that even ostensibly well-intentioned science becomes a vehicle for state violence. The seemingly heroic figures are revealed to be both victims and perpetrators of systemic oppression, mirroring Barnty Barnabas' description of cults and fascist structures: centralized authority, myth-making, and moralized enforcement of obedience (Barnabas 2024).
Even before the deaths of Chara and Asriel, the monster kingdom in Undertale shows clear signs of nationalist indoctrination disguised as hope. King Asgore's proclamation that Chara—the first fallen human—would be "the future of humans and monsters" reveals how even personal love and friendship are absorbed into a collective messianic project. Chara, a suicidal child who climbed Mt. Ebott "for an unhappy reason," internalizes this ideology so completely that their death becomes a sacrificial offering: they commit suicide by poisoning so Asriel can take their SOUL, cross the barrier, and "liberate" monsterkind through bloodshed. When Chara urges Asriel to kill the humans who attack them on the surface, we see the culmination of the kingdom's moral distortion—its citizens' suffering has been reframed as a divine mandate for revenge. The monarchy's rhetoric of peace and unity thus conceals a death wish rooted in nationalist despair. What makes this sequence so chilling is that no one treats it as monstrous; even Asgore and Toriel later recall these events as the tragic loss of "two innocent children," unable—or unwilling—to recognize the ideological grooming that turned Chara's despair into martyrdom. Fox's writing thereby exposes how nationalism can grow organically from grief, empathy, and longing for belonging, transforming the private pain of one child into the founding myth of an entire fascist civilization.
The depiction of the monster kingdom's fascism in Undertale is radical precisely because it refuses to present oppression through the usual visual or tonal cues of authoritarian horror. Instead of iron eagles, soldiers, and overt violence, Fox places genocidal nationalism inside a setting of pastel caves, cozy homes, and cheerful shops. Ordinary institutions such as the library reproduce propaganda—one book describing monsters as creatures of "love, compassion, and hope," implying a moral superiority over the human race, even as this rhetoric justifies war and genocide. The monsters' patriarchal worship of King Asgore, their casual enthusiasm for human extinction, and the True Lab's chillingly bureaucratic record of families "volunteering" for experimentation are all delivered with the same tone used for jokes, recipes, and bedtime stories. This contradiction—between the charm of the world and the violence it conceals—forces the attentive player to confront the normalization of death and hatred as culture.
Whereas grim works like the manga Fullmetal Alchemist, the manga Golden Kamuy, or the movie RRR present oppression as a visible atrocity—war, bloodshed, colonial domination—Undertale hides fascist logic under the aesthetics of myth and cuteness, where the symbols of comfort become instruments of denial. In this way, Undertale critiques not only violence itself but the comfort mechanisms that allow violence to be rationalized. A player walking through Snowdin or Waterfall encounters friendly faces, cheerful music, and reassuring dialogue that sustain their illusion of goodness. Fox's satire thus operates at the level of affect: he forces the player to see that nationalism can exist within laughter, nostalgia, and sentimentality. By the time one reaches the True Lab, the horror is not that atrocities occurred, but that everyone—the kindly king, the loyal knight, the anxious scientist, and the cheerful shopkeepers—believed themselves righteous. Through this design, Fox arguably created one of the most psychologically insidious depictions of fascism in popular media: a society that appears humane because its inhumanity has been sentimentalized. The fairy-tale surface is not a disguise for horror; it is the horror—the aesthetic of purity and innocence that permits atrocity to proceed without question.
Despite this, the majority of audiences missed the ideological subversion. Several factors contribute to this invisibility:
Medium and aesthetic framing: The game's pixel art, humor, and playful dialogue soften the horror. Unlike the stark, dramatic aesthetics of Urobuchi's anime and light novels, Undertale cloaks its critique in charm and whimsy, making systemic violence appear anecdotal or absurd rather than ideologically significant.
Audience expectation of emotional comfort: Many players approach the game seeking light-hearted fantasy or a feel-good story. The moral shock of systemic critique conflicts with neurotypical desires for coherence and reassurance, prompting audiences to interpret the kingdom's fascist tendencies as "just part of the story world" rather than a statement about nationalism and moral manipulation.
Emphasis on reconciliation: The True Pacifist Route encourages forgiveness and redemption. While this allows players to engage deeply with the narrative, it also frames the critique within a sentimental arc, privileging emotional satisfaction over analytical recognition of systemic danger. The heroic subversion is thereby neutralized as an uncomfortable truth.
Subtlety and narrative layering: Fox's critique is embedded in optional routes, hidden dialogue, and player-driven exploration. Casual players may never encounter the parts of the game that explicitly expose the cultic nature of the monster kingdom. By contrast, Urobuchi's subversions are front-loaded, visually spectacular, and emotionally immediate.
The result is a paradox: Fox creates a narrative that, in cognitive and thematic rigor, rivals Urobuchi's work in its unflinching analysis of heroic and nationalist myths, yet neurotypical interpretive filters allow it to pass largely unnoticed. The audience praises the charm, celebrates the moral victories, and frames the story as sentimental redemption, rather than confronting the ideological horror embedded within the monster kingdom. In this way, Undertale exposes not only the dangers of Romantic-nationalist heroism but also the limitations of contemporary audience engagement with systemic moral critique.
The contrasting reception of Undertale and Hollow Knight highlights how neurotypical comfort culture can obscure recognition of systemic fascism, even in games rich with detail and lore. In Hollow Knight, fans obsessively collect fragmentary narratives about the Pale King, the Radiance, and the Vessels, piecing together a morally complex world where hierarchical oppression, sacrificial violence, and ideological failure are unavoidable truths. The structure of the game rewards players for understanding the system, not merely empathizing with individual characters. By contrast, even highly attentive fans of Undertale often focus on the emotional relationships with Asgore, Toriel, Undyne, or Alphys, interpreting aggression, propaganda, and the threat of genocide as expressions of personal trauma rather than systemic ideology. Neurotypical comfort culture prioritizes sentimental satisfaction—empathy, redemption, and moral reassurance—over analytical clarity, leading audiences to celebrate the "goodness" of the monsters while largely overlooking concrete evidence of cultic nationalism and ideological manipulation. This contrast demonstrates that obsessive engagement with details does not guarantee comprehension of systemic moral truths if emotional comfort is prioritized over structural understanding.
Citations
Barnabas, Barnty (2024). "Fascism and Cults: Historical and Ideological Overlaps". ResearchGate. https://www.researchgate.net/publication/386282718_Fascism_and_Cults_Historical_and_Ideological_Overlaps
Surebrec is Cerberus backwards. Zodyl's last name is Typhon, the Father of All Monsters, son of Earth and The Abyss...bro, I'm a fuckin dumbass how did it take me this long-
pairing: lawyer!Higuruma Hiromi x assistant!reader
summary: you were his assistant. always so sharp and ready to help, so Hiromi uses you to relieve him from the stress of the day.
tags/warnings: 18+ MDNI!!!, cursing, kissing, workplace relationship, power-imbalance, all consensual!! unprotected p in v sex, HE RIPS HER SHIRT OFF RRAAAH, porn with little plot, he sweeps off his desk!!!
wc: 1.6k words of filth 🫦
a/n: I NEEEEDDDD HIMMMMMMMMM.
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Hiromi’s day had dragged him through the dirt.
Firstly, court was a disaster. The defendant was a smug prick who lied without flinching—probably thought that he was untouchable (when he’s obviously not, especially with that arrogance of his). Second, the judge bailed early for no concrete reason. Something about having to go home early, which was bullshit. Thirdly, his fuckass coworkers are at it again. Always complaining about their cases and nagging endlessly about every damn detail.
Not to mention the week he had with late nights almost every day, case after case that doesn’t seem to end—he was tired.
By 8 p.m., the law firm loomed empty under fluorescent hum. It was supposed to be peaceful—it was quiet after all, other than the sounds of the printer whirring in the other room where you were filing the week’s cases—but Hiromi’s head can’t stop.
He was in distress. The kind that sits on your chest and won’t go away or even loosen. So, he needed a release.
He needed you.
His thumb hovered over his phone, the personal one, before he fired a string of words
Higuruma H.: My office.
Higuruma H.: Now.
You were his assistant as well as secretary. The sharp and intuitive one who’d been handling the chaos that is his law firm and head for months now. Paid double, you were the one who made sure everything went perfectly.
Files logged and sorted, phone calls and emails answered, himself and clients being reminded with every deadline needed, even blowjobs in the copy room when he was feeling stressed.
Just like today.
You arrived knocking on his door in under five minutes. Heels clicking softly on the marble floor, skirt still crisp and hugging all your curves perfectly, silk blouse tucked but slightly rumpled from the day.
You pushed open his door, locked it behind you with a quiet click, just like you’re used to after multiple nights like this, and then you finally saw him.
His tie yanked loosely, sleeves rolled to his elbows, dark hair sticking out everywhere, his once perfectly ironed shirt now crinkled.
And fuck… those low eyes. It looked tired—exhausted, yet still so enticing.
He sat rigidly on his desk, jaw tight. “Hiromi? Everything okay?” you asked softly. The concern was apparent in your tone as you stepped closer. You’ve seen him stressed before, but this was… it looked more intense.
He let out a sharp breath, standing in one fluid motion, showing his tall and broad figure, making you look up.
“No,” he admitted, voice rough and exhausted. He walked around his desk, crossing the space between you in just a stride. His hands finding your waist, he traced your sides before pulling you closer, till there was no space left.
“Assholes all day,” face founding the crook of your neck, breathing it in. “People yapping and complaining– the judge earlier being unprofessional, and other things… I can’t think straight.”
You slipped your hand between you both, fingers tracing his jaw before cupping his chin so he could look into your eyes. Up close, you can see the weariness carving shadows under his eyes, yet there’s something else, too. Something like… hunger.
You kissed his jaw softly, hands sliding down his chest to feel the rapid thump of his heart—from the stress, from the amount of caffeine he consumed, from the proximity of you, where he could smell the sweet scent of your perfume fading with the smell of your skin.
“Tell me…” You murmured, fingers now finding his tie before you loosen it, letting it drop down on the floor with a soft thud. “What happened?” still kissing his jaw, going lower down to his neck, making him sigh.
His hands squeezed your sides, burying his face in your hair to find comfort. “The defendant from today smirked like he owned the place… you know I hate arrogant pricks like that,” you hummed, letting him continue.
Your kisses were more bold now. Fingers working down his shirt slowly. Taking your time to take each one off. “And the others on this building… They’re just so annoying.”
You pulled away, one hand cupping his cheek, making him lean towards it. “Tell me what you need…” You whispered.
“You. Just you.”
You nodded, before he rushed forward into you—fast.
The kiss was maddening. It was fierce, filled with need and urgency you never saw before from him. His tongue sweeping in like he was claiming his territory, you tangled it with yours. A dribble of spit coming down as you consumed each other.
You melted into it—into him. Fingers snaking up his neck to find his scalp before you scraped it to pull him closer, making him groan. He turned you around, backing you up against the mahogany desk, files and his office supplies loudly crashing down on the floor with a careless sweep of his.
His lips kept finding yours as he urgently worked his way through your blouse. Letting out a frustrated groan as he stumbled through it, before he just ripped it off of you completely.
“Hiro–” you gasped. The sounds of buttons clacking down the marble were audible.
“I’ll buy you more,” he grunted before shrugging the shirt off completely. “Fuck– I’ll buy you ten more if you want.”
His lips kissed down your jaw now, down to your neck, before he nipped it, making you let out a soft gasp. He finally pulled away. “Goddamnit…” he muttered as he saw your disheveled state. Lips swollen, marks scattered on your neck, lace hugging your breasts that made your cleavage look more prominent. “You’re beautiful… so fucking beautiful.”
He returned to your lips. Kissing you like there’s no tomorrow as you arched when his hand dipped between your thighs, rubbing tight circles over your panties, making you whine.
He tugged them aside though, teasing your folds, before sliding one into your seeping hole, then two. His fingers were thick—insistent with purpose. He pumped slow, then fast, curling it juuust right into your spongy spot—making your knees buckle.
The sensation was overwhelming, yet just right. You moaned into his cheek with every pump, letting him take over you and your body.
His thumb was pressing your clit all the while. Free hand tugging the cups of your bra down, letting your breasts spill out, before rolling a nipple until it peeks. “Hiromi–” you whined.
“Look at you…” He rasped, pulling back to see the look on your face. How your brows knitted in pleasure, how your body twitched with every roll of his thumb. “So wet for me… all this for me, right?” Adding a third finger, scissoring your insides before enveloping his lips around your nipple and sucking it hard.
“Hahh– Yes– Yes just for you!” you moaned. The pleasure was building, and it was building fast. Bucking your hips against his hand as you chase the high, your hands found his arms—gripping it to stabilize yourself.
“Hiro please– Need you inside–”
He pulled away completely. Letting out his fingers before sucking your juices off of it, making you whine in protest from the lack of stimulation. Working quickly, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his slacks just enough to let his thick cock sprung free. His cock was heavy—girth laced with veins all over, his tip angry red and glistening. You gulped, before reaching out to spread the precum around and stroking him once, then twice, making him hiss.
He then picked you up on his desk with ease, nudging your thighs to open it wide, before lining his cock against your slit.
“Look at me… Look at me as my cock enters you,” he commanded roughly.
You held his gaze, feeling his hardness grazing against your sensitive skin– before letting out a sharp gasp as he pushed inside. It was deep—claiming. He bottomed out with a groan himself before pausing when he was finally buried to the hilt. Letting you adjust, he watched the expression you contorted. Filled with pleasure and relief.
“You okay?” he asked, full of reassurance.
“Yes… need you to move, Hiro. Please…” he nodded, before he finally set a rhythm.
It was careful at first, then it grew faster—harder. It was like he was chasing the day’s demons. Lips found yours as he shared a heated kiss, the desk creaking underneath the force as he pounded into you mercilessly.
You wrapped your legs around him, bare heels digging into his back, hips working to meet his own to feel him deeper inside you. The sounds of your moans and groans echo around his office.
You can see his face when he pulled away from the kiss. Once exhausted, now filled with rapture, the hunger in his eyes tenfold as he planted his forehead against yours. His hand slips between you to rub your clit again, making your walls tighten around him in an instant.
“Come for me…” he murmured, voice wrecked and broken. “Let go.”
You shattered then—clenching and fluttering tight around him, face finding his neck as you let out a muffled cry when the ecstasy ripped through you. He followed seconds later, thrusts growing erratic before he spilled with a groan of your name. Hot and deep, ribbons of cum painting your insides—too much it spilled out of you.
He collapsed against you now. Both of your chests heaving as you felt the amazing dizziness of an orgasm. He nuzzled your neck, hands softly tracing your sides, planting gentle yet possessive kisses all over.
“Thank you…” He whispered, a blissful and small smile etched on his face. “You always knew how to make things better.”
Heyy !! I just want to come by and say I love your writing and it inspires me so much❤️
I was wondering if you could write Follo gently overstimulating female reader by fingering and eating her pussy because she's been real snappy with people recently due to stress. He just wants to calm her down with gentle encouragement to cum and overall praise for her hard work.
𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬!
୨୧ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 - you’ve had a petty attitude all day, and it wasn’t your fault. you just been really stress lately, especially because of how much mission ls and practice you been put up with. follo noticed it, and decided to make you a bit stress free from his fingers.
୨୧ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 - no use of y/n, a bit of angst and fluff, smut towards the end, oral (f! receiving), fingering, follo talking through it, praising, overstimulating, crying, cussing, etc.
୨୧ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 - cleaner follo! tunito x fem! cleaner reader
picture credit towards @ graysonsmt
you just needed a break, that’s all.
after so many countless missions and plus practice, you began to start stressing out.
follo noticed the change in your energy. you’d always been so vibrant, so present—and now you were distant, snapping at small things, pulling away from everyone.
even during his rare breaks, he'd catch fragments of your sharp words to other members, your forced smiles, the tightness in your jaw.
as the days passed, your petty attitude only seemed to worsen. you’d roll your eyes at the smallest things, sigh heavily when someone tried to talk to you, and would often disappear into your room without a word.
“you’d being a little harsh with everyone lately,” follo said one evening, catching you as you were about to storm out the room after snapping at enjin.
he gently grabbed your arm, his voice soft but firm. “and don’t give me that attitude—it's not like you.”
“i’m not giving you attitude follo,” you mumbled, still feeling a bit frustrated from earlier.
follo’s eyes narrowed slightly at your mumbled response, his hands on his hips as he stared you down. he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself before speaking.
“then what would you call it, hm?” he asked, his voice low and firm. “you’ve been snapping at everyone, including me.”
“it’s nothing follo, just forget about it.” you harshly said, feeling guilty after being rude towards him.
“forget about it?” he repeated, his brows furrowing in confusion.
“how am i supposed to forget about it when you’re constantly in a bad mood and giving everyone the silent treatment? you haven’t even looked at me all day, let alone talked to me.” he paused, taking another deep breath.
“i’m honestly starting to feel like I'm living with a stranger,” follo admitted, his voice softer now but still carrying a hint of frustration. “i miss my beautiful partner who actually wanted to talk to me. what’s going on with you?”
and suddenly those words sent you off. you slowly tear up against his chest, clinging onto him. tears overflowing from your eyes and soaking onto his shirt.
follo froze for a moment, his eyes widening as he felt your body slump against his. he quickly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest as your tears soaked through his shirt.
“hey... shh, it's okay,” he murmured, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other rubbed soothing circles on your back.
“i-i’m sorry follo!!..— i just been so stress with life— i can’t..” you said, tugging into his shirt more.
“shh, i’ve got you," follo whispered, his voice cracking slightly as he held you tighter. cradling your face in his hands, thumbs wiping away the tears streaming down your cheeks.
his heart ached seeing you like this—you always seemed so strong, and now you were crumbling in his arms.
you slowly backed up, laying onto the bed. tugging him until he was facing towards you. your legs were spread out, and wrapped around his hips.
follo swallowed hard, his gaze flickering between your tear-stained face and the way your body was spread out beneath him. his hands trembled slightly as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, voice dropping to barely above a whisper.
“why didn't you just tell me you were this overwhelmed, hm?” he asked softly, leaning down so his forehead pressed against yours.
“i-i don’t know..” you whispered.
“i wish you would have,” he murmured, his thumb gently brushing away the remaining tears from your cheeks. his body was still pressed between your legs, he kissed your forehead softly before resting his cheek against yours.
as he pulled back, his face naturally lowered down to nuzzle against your inner thigh, placing soft kisses there.
his hands gently squeezed your hips before sliding down to grip your thighs, spreading them wider. he looked up at you from between your legs, golden eyes dark with a mix of concern and desire. “let me help you relax baby,”
you nodded softly, moaning softly as you felt his wet kisses against your inner thighs, becoming closer towards your core.
warm kisses trailed up your inner thighs, getting closer and closer.
you could feel his hot breath ghosting over your core, making you shiver. he looked at you for permission, tugging on your waistband. when you nodded for approval, he took them off, admiring your body.
his hands held your thighs open, keeping you completely exposed to him. when his tongue finally made contact, you gasped, fingers tangling in his hair. he licked slow and deep, savoring every taste.
“ahh..!— f-follooooo, feels so goodd” you moan, feeling his tongue exploding every part of you.
“mmmph,” he hummed against your clit, the vibration sending sparks through your nerves.
his tongue swirled around your clit, sucking it into his mouth before releasing it to focus on your wet slit. his fingers dug into your flesh, spreading you open even wider as his tongue dug deeper.
he held you down, his strong arms keeping your thighs spread wide as he devoured you. the way you kept twitching and moaning his name only made him hungrier.
he added two fingers inside you, curling them up to hit that sweet spot while his mouth never left your clit. “shhh baby,”
you were a moaning mess, drool surrounded your inner mouth, tugging on the sheets while your breaths hitches each time those fingers hit your g spot.
“look at you taking my fingers so good," he praised against your core, voice muffled but encouraging. “your pussy is so wet and tight around them. i love how you move against my mouth and fingers like this sweetheart,”
you felt yourself about to climax soon. follo felt your body tremble beneath him, your thighs clenching around his face as you came undone. be worked his tongue faster against your clit, drawing out your release with practiced skill.
but that didn’t stop follo at all, he continues to finger you, praising you. making you sensitive and a crying mess.
he ignored your twitching and whimpers, his fingers and mouth relentless as he praised you through another orgasm. “you’re taking it so well... you’re such a good girl for me, huh? taking my fingers and tongue like this... you want more? you want to come again?”
“f-follooo!! i-i can’t—“ you struggled, pushing his head slightly off your core.
“mhm, yes you can," he insisted, his fingers continuing to pump in and out of your oversensitive pussy. his tongue found your clit again, flicking it rapidly despite your protests. he held your thighs open wide with his forearms, keeping your core exposed and vulnerable. “one more,”
“haaaa— follo please!!” you whined, gasping as you felt another orgasm forming in your lower stomach.
“look at you being such a good girl,”he encouraged, fingers curling perfectly inside you as his tongue circled your clit. “you work so hard and take care of everyone else.. let me take care of you for once. com on baby, give me one more.”
you closed your eyes, mouth open, gripping onto the sheets as you released on his face. opening he’ll stop by then.
follo watched as your body tensed and released, your inner muscles squeezing around his fingers.
he continued to lap gently at your clit as your orgasm peaked, then slowly eased, his praise never stopping. “there you go... such a beautiful view when you let go like that.”
he pulled back, wiping his wet face on your inner leg before kissing your trembling core once more. “you did so well today, sweetheart,” he murmured against your core. “you always handled all those missions like a pro and put in extra effort during practice. i’m so proud of you.”
as you lay there exhausted and trembling, follo slowly crawled up your body, planting soft kisses along your stomach, chest, and neck until he reached your face. he cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing away the remaining tears that had dried on your skin.
“you’re always precious to me,” he whispered, his forehead pressing against yours.
compilation of a couple of new design ideas for my MC 👀 I feel like I won't be settling on a definitive design until the game comes out ajkhsafk but for now it's been fun to brainstorm a few things here and there
no thoughts head empty just riding kaveh's face 😔😔😔 he'd definitely whimper and moan, acting like it's his last meal<3 thrusting his hips in the air to try and get some sort of relief, and ends up cumming untouched<3<3 oh the things I'd do to him
(I'm supposed to be productive rn)
(but kaveh<3<3<3)
Kaveh x Reader - Riding Kaveh's Face Haikaveh x Reader Mentioned
Some Kaveh food ♡
I'm slowly working through a few requests and my own little projects hehe~ thank you for your patience and I hope you enjoy!
“Kaveh.. I don't want to hurt you..” Was the first thing that tumbled from your pretty lips, a kiss of nervousness lingering on the edge of your words. The words he should have seen coming, like an overused opening line to a spicy scene in one of his romance novels, written by some lazy author.. Maybe to you, your concerns were valid, more than reasonable, even, it’s not everyday that he has you on him like this. Any ounce of rationality quickly scatters from him when Kaveh meets your eyes.
Nervous face looking down at him between your legs, eyes already a little bleary, lips tucked into a nervous pout. What a sight. Pretty tits drooping with gravity, framing your abdomen and tummy so well. One hand planted on his chest, the other being nervously nibbled at, tips of your fingers, lips biting into your nails. Kaveh huffs, a puff of a sigh tickling your skin. He had you kneeling on your knees, soft squishable thighs grazing against his ears, skin warm on his cheeks, sucking the metallic cool from the dangling jewelry he always adorned. His hands snake over the back of your thighs squeezing, groping, making an attempt to pull you down.
“K-Kaveh-!” Your squeals make his brain spark. The subtle fight and pull of your hips, his own hands trying to gently combat your squirms, all but makes him more eager- desperate even, for you, for your smell, your taste, to hear those soft whimpers he knows will spill from your lips. Archons, he wants to stuff his face full, dig his nose into your little clit, tongue your pussy with kisses and licks.
“S’ okay- Can take it, honest..” He cranes his neck, chin tilting up, lips managing a soft, wet kiss against your mound, his breath hot against the sensitive skin.
“We've never..” You trail off, looking anywhere but him. It was true, they hadn't ever done something like this, not together at least, but the memory- memories even, of your pretty pussy being tongue fucked by Alhaitham all those times before. Riding on his face, squealing, whimpering, crying. Tugging at the man's silky grey hair, pleading with him, all while knowing he wouldn't stop, grip too tight on your thighs and ass. Gods, Alhaitham, ever the dominant, putting both of you in your places, fucking you too stupid to even lay a finger on one another- one always twitching and out of commission for the rest of the night while he tortured the other with utmost pleasure.
Kaveh's cock flexes in his pants, tip rubbing against the taught material, nearly cracking out his own whimper. This was one of those rare chances, he had to get his own hands on you.
“You ride 'Haitham's face..” Kaveh can't help but whine, his lips visibly pout, head turning, pointed nose nuzzling into the soft fat of your thigh. He resists the urge to kiss, to sink his teeth in, nibble, and leave his own marks on your skin. Gods, he wants you to use him, ride his tongue and choke him with your pussy.
“H-He..” Your voice cracks, laced in something sinful, nervous from heat and embarrassment already taking over your body. The pause is tense, ringing in Kaveh's ears. "He can.. handle it, he's-" Kaveh cuts you off.
“Why can't I handle it? Wanna make you feel good..” He tries again, breathing warm on your core, aiming kisses on your inner thighs, the subtle swell of your tummy and that pretty patch of skin that leads down to your pussy. Just a little lick, a little kiss and he's sure you'd agree.
“He's just.. hnn.. Stronger than you- Ahn~!” Kaveh stops you again, forcing a startled moan from your lips with a harsh nip to your sensitive inner thigh, followed with a slicing glare from his sharp, crimson eyes. He had no right to be jealous- you were his as much as Ahaitham was, the same for the latter and yourself (and every other way, betrothed to each other equally) and yet, that achy feeling sears down his throat. Alhaitham with his high praise, thick biceps and stupid pretty face- Kaveh was pretty too! Stronger? Kaveh can show you stronger. Show you how he can make you feel good. Show you he can take on and bully your pretty pussy with his tongue. Show you he can take all of you.
It starts with a fat lick of his tongue, a thick stripe up your cunt, right over that puffy untouched clit of yours. His chin tilted up to reach you, breath already hot and laboured, fanning over your core, he nearly growls when your hips make an attempt to snip away from him. He reels you in, grip on your hips a little firmer, landing wet hot smooches and kisses on all your most sensitive bits. That look on your face makes his cock twitch, embarrassed, guilty even, chin wobbling with the shaky breath you manage.
“Ahn~ K-Kaveh m’ sorry-” Apologies be damned, you'd started something, a fire in his gut to prove himself, to lap at you like a dog in heat. Gods, his neck already stung, ached with the strain of chasing you, chasing that pretty, drooly cunt- His fingers tighten, squishing the fat of your thighs under them. He feels your muscles tense and ripple, trying their best to keep you upright against his pull. Gods, he wanted you, wanted more, wanted you to sit, hump at his tongue, let him suckle and spit and make a mess.
“Ka-veh-” You start, heat and arousal dripping from your voice, winded and breathless. You squirm again, fingers threading through his hair, gently tugging him back down to the cushioned pillow below. “Haitham’ will be home soon, we- Ah~ Kavehhh!” You're cut off with a squeal. Knocked hard under your knees by a pair of hands, forced to drop down on Kaveh's face. His eyes roll, arms snaking around your ass and lower back, pinning you to himself with a rough hug. No escape now, you were all his. His gorgeous girl and her pretty drooly cunt.
Archons.. Fuck this was what he needed, what he craved. Squishy pussy smushed up on his lips, his pointed nose digging into your tender clit, tongue already fucking into the soft squeeze of your hole. He forces your hips to rock, guiding them with his hands, fingers squished into the fat of your ass and thighs. Gods, he wanted to cry, sob into your pussy and praise it over and over.
He can't help but crane his own hips, feeling the hot burning tension of his pants, the seam and fly digging into his weeping cock. He moans himself, tongue flicking and fluttering against your cunt, forcing his voice to stutter and staccato. You were no better off, soft mewls and whimpers tumbling from your lips when he mouths hot kisses and hard suckles on your clit, warm and wet and sticky.
The fingers in his hair tighten, tugging on the strands oh so deliciously, coaxing him on and on. To keep tongue fucking your cunt, grinding his nose on your clit, squishing your soft thighs with his fingernails. The weight of you felt right on his face, grounding and stern, forcing him into submission - Even if unintentional.
“Kaveh~ KavehKaveh..” you repeat his name like a mantra, voice raising up and up in octave, choked up and wobbly. Your fingers squeeze again, hips wriggling, thighs twitching with a strain. Your breathing elevates, moans oh so breathy. He could tell you were close, little hole squeezing up on his tongue, thighs squishing his head, pretty voice squealing.
“Cummin- cumming, cummingcumminggg~” Archons you were so cute. Thighs flexing, squishing his face as you let go, selfishly riding his face, grinding your wet cunt all over his tongue. Your pussy pulses with your release, forcing another hearty moan out of Kaveh, kissing and lapping at you to guide you through.
Gods he needed more.
Kaveh gives you no time to cool down, two long, pretty fingers plunging into your quivering hole, poking against the spongey little spot inside of you. You cry, telling him to slow down, “s’ too much!” And yet you keen into him, now gripping the headboard for dear life, moaning into your arms. Kaveh wraps his lips against your sensitive clit, suckling, lapping, spitting all over, taking the little bud in and abusing it. Kaveh rocks his own hips, finding a soft friction against the seam of his trousers, rubbing against his leaky cock head just enough.
Gods, he was in heaven. His girl, his pretty girl and her cute cunt, humping his face and fucking back on his fingers, taking and taking all he had to give. Fuck it was wet, so gushy and sticky, soft, yummy squelches from your twitchy hole, wet smooches and sucks from his lips. His eyes roll under his eyelids, peeking up to see that face of yours, eyes bleary, lips parted with huffed breaths. He fucks his fingers in faster, harder, nearly biting into your clit with his teeth to see all those gorgeous reactions of yours.
“Ka.. Kaveh- can't.. gonna-! Gotta stop or- s’ too much! Anh~ ahh ah~!” You babble and cry, he nearly joins you, breathing laboured on your cunt, hips snapping up into nothing, following that brutal pace he had fucking into your cunt. That's it, that's it, thaaats it. Let him treat you, use him, use his face, fuck and hump on him, let him choke and squirm.
“Kaveh!” Is all the warning he gets from you before you gush - cumming hard with a choked sob, squirting in his mouth, down his chin, making a hot sticky mess all on his face. He humps the air, creaming hard in his pants, nearly untouched, hot ropes being wasted in his trousers. He blubbers, an attempt at praise being muffled away by the sweet rocking of your hips, riding out your orgasm on his tongue. Kaveh feels the tight squeeze of your cunt on his fingers, he gently presses into your cunt, slowly coaxing you down, soft and tender. He kisses your thighs tenderly, peppering his lips all around your lower half, palms rubbing over your bare skin.
You manage to lift yourself off of him a smidge, face beat red, looking anywhere but him. Kaveh can't help but stare, a goofy grin slowly edging itself on his face, eyes full, love hearts dancing in his vision.
“Having fun without me?” A voice calls. Kaveh can just imagine the stern raise of an eyebrow, the annoyed arms crossed over a chest. You squeak, and Kaveh sighs blissfully.
