im gen so curious what you even wrote in pt.2 because i’ve seen super freaky bad stuff on tumblr that never got flagged 😭😭
omg SAMEE i saw so many terrible things by accident but somehow those posts are still up ?? im very confused so probably someone mass reported it or something ..
as for what was in it, part 2 had xiao, heizou and kazuha and it was smth like
virgin!xiao x virgin!reader with really subby and shy xiao it was SO cutesy im sad </3
heizou x gf reader im p sure with mean heizou … ugh a masterpiece i love heizou sm
drunk!kazuha x reader after a successful mission on the crux, kazuha gets drunk soon and he fucks reader out in the open :3 that was my favorite
hi everyone, unfortunately part two of the short guys series has been flagged and deleted by tumblr. i tried to appeal but it didnt work, and i forgot to save my work elsewhere so now i can’t access to it anymore :( im sorry because that part specifically got so much support and now, because of my mishaps it got deleted. im really sorry!!! im gonna work harder on part four so it doesnt happen again :)
⠀⠀─⠀⠀synopsis ミ ˖ ✧ he reveals the secret he hides under the layers he covers himself in ─ you should shoot him, or kick him out. but you do neither.
⠀⠀─⠀⠀warnings ミ ˖ ✧ gender neutral. ninah fandom please don't kill me. not really proofread because i got sleepy nd intimidated.
word count ─ 1691 words
when he first lifted the layers he wore in a futile attempt to keep warm, to show what lie underneath, it was horror that filled your bones and caused you to tense. and he could not blame you when you drew your gun and pointed it at him, barrel to his forehead and eyes narrowed with an urgency to remove the threat. ─ it was a natural reaction, all instincts and survival.
you were no pushover, not someone so easily swayed, he'd learned that about you, you didn't hesitate to pull the trigger when you deemed someone a threat to yourself and those you had given shelter to under your roof. ─ he could hear it in the other rooms, the voices of those who lashed out in anger and those who begged, always followed by the harsh sound of a gunshot, quick and to the point. and he witnessed it once too, the way you drew your gun and aimed it at someone whose story just didn't work and whose signs were just too obvious.
he always wondered when it would be his turn ─ when it would be him staring down the barrel of your gun. waiting for you to pull the trigger, to mark the end to the coldness he's been forced to feel for what might be eternity.
he supposes he should've expected it ─ when he revealed his secret to you; the void in his stomach that seemed to stretch on, limitless, that spat out blood and skin and moved like something setting ─ that sucked in those around you and reduced them to gore and pieces.
really, it made sense ─ who wouldn't react that way?
and he welcomes it ─ the threat of death, the feeling of the metal on his skin, the knowledge that he was going to die, finally.
but then it never comes, and he opens his eyes to find you still staring at him, nose bleeding and gun still held up in front of you like you were ready to fire, yet your finger had left the trigger. he stares at you, eyes wide and confused, watching your face twist into something contemplative, unsure, and hesitant.
you sigh and lower your gun, yet your grip on it remains tight, ready; you stare at him with something wary, glancing over your shoulder at the door to the hall, before back at him. with a groan, you gesture at him, "follow me.”
"what?”
"just come on." you say, gesturing with your gun, before turning your back to him and leading him out of the room. you glance down the hallway, towards the door to the kitchen and the closet, checking if perhaps any of the other people who were staying with you had heard, before turning towards your bedroom, looking back to make sure he was still following you, and he was ─ curled in on himself and unsure.
you open your door and look back at him, waving your gun, a gesture for him to enter. he stares at you, but obeys, awkwardly standing next to your bed as you shut the door behind you and level him with a glare.
"you're going to stay in here." you tell him, tone holding no argument.
"w─what? why?" he asks, curling his fingers around the sleeves of his coat, and hugging himself, an action that lacked any real comfort.
"just," you groan, raising a hand to drag across your face, blood drips on your fingers from the insistent nosebleed he'd caused, but you pay it no mind as you pinch the bridge of your nose, "stay. i have to go order more cat food and clean up that mess, don't leave this room."
you look up at him, eyes narrowed in something warning, "okay?”
he nods quickly, wide eyed and stuttering, "okay.”
you don't know why you didn't kill him ─ both, in that moment, and before, when you'd check him for signs, signs that pointed to how he was likely a visitor.
perhaps it was the way he looked that made you more docile, the way he spoke quietly, unsure, never forceful. always curled into himself, like he was expecting someone to lash out at him, like a prey animal (ironic, given what he is).
perhaps it was the conversations you shared, when you'd ask his temperature, when you'd offer any way you hoped you could help. the conversations that built up to the moment he finally revealed his secret to you ─ the moment where you should've taken the shot and killed him right then and there, or even kicked him out; but you didn't, and you're not even sure why.
and now, things are the way they are ─ your days spent with him in the bed beside you, shivering and curled under the blankets with his layers of clothing still wrapped around him. he remains in your room all day, where you could keep an eye on him, your gun just within reach.
he'd stay in the room as you did your morning runs, checking in on the others residing in your home, and making any phone calls you needed to, before you returned back to him. and he never quite tried to leave the room either ─ never tried to disobey your original order of stay; always where you left him, curled under the multiple blankets you could give, and still shivering as he watched you.
eventually, it seemed to become somewhat of a routine ─ waking to him lying beside you, half his face covered by the sheets and greeting you when you wake. your guard had become significantly less there, he was so compliant, that really you didn't have much of a choice but to relax as he lay next to you as the days stretched by.
he'd ask you questions when you'd come back after checking on the others, sometimes even reminded you of a call you told him you needed to make. ─ a question for fema and the visitor signs, another order of cat food for the orange bundle of fur that sometimes curled up at your feet and stared at the almost walking corpse that lie next to you. other times, he'd just ask you about you, who the person in the photo by your bedside was, the jacket hanging on the chair at your desk, or the trinkets that hung on your wall above your bed. he'd question if you drank water, if you were okay when you'd sigh extra loud and rub your temple like it ached.
and one night, after deciding no more unexpected guests were going to come to your door, as you stop just at your bedroom door, where you can hear him shivering, turning in the sheets in search of a warmth he can never find ─ you realize.
its attachment, attraction.
and the realization is almost as horrifying as when he first showed you the darkness that made up his torso. it's ugly and gross, something that pricks at your skin and forces your hands into fists because what the fuck. ─ you question yourself something harsh, cursing in your thoughts, and deciding that truly, you were far past just something being wrong with you, you were, completely, screwed.
“fuck,” you hiss, and the cat meows at you from where he lay on the stand just outside your bedroom, where the currently silent radio sat. you glance at him, and he stares back at you, blinking lazily and tail curling around its paws. you can almost feel the judgment from the feline, you think; as if he were agreeing with your silent thoughts, that you were past saving, like he knew all along, like he had seen this coming.
you groan and run a hand across your face, cursing yourself stupid, before sucking in a breath and opening your bedroom door. the cat doesn't follow, tail flicking when you look back at him as if to tell you were on your own now. when you shut the bedroom door behind you and look towards your bed, something lurches in your stomach and seethes in your chest.
he's curled up under your blankets, face stuffed into your pillows, expression hidden from you, and you can't tell if he's asleep or not. he's visibly shivering under the covers, relentless and never ending, because even with the many pieces of cloth to shield him, he can never find warmth.
you grip the gun in your hand and grunt to yourself, setting it against the wall beside your side of the bed, just within reach, before you climb into the bed next to him, settling into your sheets with your muscles tense. you lay there for a moment, unsure just how long, staring up at the ceiling as your mind repeats what you've come to realize back at you, haunting and relentless. you want to throw something, get up and pace the floor, but you opt to dig your nails into your palms, pressing crescents into the skin.
and then a body pressed against you, a face stuffed into your shoulder and a hand curled around your arm. you stiffen further, eyes widening as you glance next to you. ─ his eyes are still closed, and you think it was just his natural search for warmth, reaching for anything that could provide a source, and you were one.
your attention switches to the gun next to you, leaned up against the wall and waiting, close enough for you to grab it, loaded with shells, and ready; ready for you to point it at the nightmare beside you, for you to blow his head off and stain your bed in blood and brain matter.
but you don't ─ and you insult yourself again in your thoughts ─ instead your body begins to relax, shoulders going slack, and sinking further into the mattress as he shivers against you.
you have a monster in your house, lying next to you in your bed ─ and yet there's a growing part of you that doesn't seem to mind.
hi friend! I’ve liked your content for a long time and was wondering if you would be willing to do some one shots will the natlan boys? You’re so awesome and I love your work!
hi nonnie!! this req sat in my inbox for the longest time and im SO sorry im just replying to it now😭
but yes! i finished the natlan aq recently so id say im pretty familiar with the characters now ? currently i write for ororon ifa and kinich .. mm i have some ororon reqs so ill prob do him first but if anyone has any ideas feel free to lmk :3
please PLEASE read my rules before u send a req.. bc why did i get multiple male reader reqs when i specifically said i dont write for men or amab readers 😭
also pls be kinder when requesting, having basic manners shouldnt be too hard to understand… pls say please and thank you.. i love writing but seeing multiple rude and entitled people in my asks is very discouraging 😪
part three of my new favorite series <3 part one (venti, dahlia, lohen), part two (xiao, heizou, kazuha), part four (illuga, bennett, lyney, freminet) @smirkyblueberrywhale
contains cockwarming, tit slapping i love, clit stimulation, mean nari and mean-ish cyno?? we need more mean men, mean subby wanderer just to balance this out, breastfeeding and titplay ♡ bonus virgin reader and virgin durin, 'just the tip' trope but is itttt
the scorching heat of the desert makes you lightheaded, but fortunately general mahamatra is right here to assist you! cyno has you sprawled on his bed in his desert home, thumb circling on your clothed clit until your tongue is lolling out of your mouth and your tits are bouncing with your every move. "not yet", he says, voice curt and firm, and you whine. "patient, pretty. thought you'd rather cum on my cock, can i?" you nod furiously, so impatient and curious about how the cock of famous general looks like. cyno slips his robe off, and his shaft springs free, fat and heavy, leaking sticky precum already. in any other scenario, you'd be hesitant, even scared, but you're already so weak from the heat that you spread your legs, shyly biting your lips, inviting cyno to ruin you.
"n-nari." you mutter into your boyfriend's shoulder, voice muffled by the fabric of his clothes. "not yet, dearest", tighnari stops you before you can say anything else. "n-ngh.. but-" "i said not now. a big girl like you is more than capable of listening to her superior, is she not?" you nod, desperate. you're sitting on tighnari's lap as he works on what feels like endless documents and reports to send back to the akademiya. usually this isn't a problem, but currently you feel like his cock is gonna split you in half if you sit on it any longer. his shaft throbs inside your sopping pussy, his tip hitting your cervix with your every move and twitch, only getting you closer to your orgasm. "a-ah!", you jolt up. tighnari laughs, playfully slapping your tit, making the soft flesh redden. "stay focused. i'm almost halfway done". you're in for a long and tedious afternoon, it seems.
you know your boyfriend, the wanderer, is a tough nut to crack, but even closed off guys need care, right? so you try and put your subbiness aside, and for once take the lead. the puppet is laying on your lap, your plush tits falling onto his perfect face, while his cock stands red and proud, begging to be touched by your soft hands. it's big, way bigger than you imagined, and it's so sensitive, twitching as soon as you try to wrap your palm around it. it's too big even for your hand, but scaramouche doesn't mind your sloppy handjobs, no, not when he has your puffy nipple in his mouth, sucking and tugging on it. his other hand is playing with your other tit, making you wince and stop jerking him off every time he slaps it, pinches it and lewdly squeezes it. you're so embarrassed - letting him toy with you like that, but can't stop tugging on his fat cock, desperate to see hat guy shoot his thick cum all over your hands and tits ♡.
being lumine's travel buddy in nodkrai and celebrating once the whole reir situation is over... coincidentally you got closer and closer to the shy dragon boy from mondstadt and despite both of you being flustered and inexperienced, you find yourselves in your room at the flagship, door locked and your shirt on the ground, while durin's wide eyes won't leave your bra covered breasts. he's a simple guy, just a paid of tits enough for his aching cock to start throbbing and leaking, and he involuntarily starts humping your clothed pussy with his cock. your soft moans and flushed face bring him back to reality, realizing that he has to be patient and undress the both of you to properly mate with you... but his brain is mush and all he knows are his primal urges, so he just tugs off your shorts and pulls your panties to the side, unveiling your perfect, pretty pussy. you whine, cold air hitting your clit, but the noise gets stuck in your throat once you see durin's dick. big, thick, too heavy to stand up on its own and so, so close to popping your cherry (and whatever the male equivalent is). "w-wait." you mutter. "h-huh? di-did i do something wrong, o-oh archons, i'm sor-""..it's so big", you whisper. "p-put the tip in first, kay?" durin nods, and slowly pushes his spongy mushroom tip into your folds. both of you moan, whimper, and you know that he's going to slip his entire shaft into you. but who can blame him? he's so clumsy, he'd never do it on purpose, right?
dick hcs because why not. very smutty bc i give up, this is a gooner game so im just going to embrace it! (hsr ver) (genshin ver)
contains size kink, cum play, dry humping in a way, blowjobs, perv!harumasa yum, armpit fucking … hear me out, titjobs, service top!lighter ugh, cockdrunk reader, filming in manato’s, lycaon in a rut and knotting ..
wise’s cock is just like him. long, slightly hunched, very pale with the prettiest red-ish pink tip. it’s not the thickest, but it still manages to stretch you out and bruise your cervix if you want him to be rougher with you. his cum is watery and it’s so, so much, and he doesn’t love anything more than painting your body with his release <3 bonus: loves cumming on your panties and fucking you thru them!
harumasa isn’t big, but he’s still average and his cock is so thick and veiny and sensitive. he’s so embarrassed by it, but every time you lick his veins when you’re sucking him off he feels like he could cum all over your face. his cum is thick, sticky, heavy, perfect to breed pretty girls like you and make them lick his dick clean. bonus: he’s the grossest closet perv and would die just to get a chance to rub his cock on your armpit and fucking it!
on the contrary, lighter has the most perfect dick. it’s big, both thick and long, fat and heavy, always semi hard and resting on his abs even when he’s not horny. just looking at it makes your legs go weak, but he’s a gentleman: no blowjobs or handjobs, he loves doing all the work especially if you let him breed your cunnie after he defiles you :3 bonus: he’s such a service top but the idea of thrusting his cock between your tits makes his mind go blank.
komano manato is somehow even bigger than lighter. everything about him is big, so it’s no surprise than even his cum is heavy and thick on your skin, and he often cums on your pussy first just to use it as lube later! loves oral and loves rubbing his cock on every surface of your body and praising you for being the most perfect slut for his dick <3 bonus: would totally film a sex tape and post it online just to show everyone how much ur in love with his cock.
the biggest is definitely von lycaon. while he’s definitely big, he’s also the most gentle lover you can find, always fingering your and eating your perfect cunt before even thinking about his own dick. too bad though, because when he’s in his rut he switches up and surrenders to his thiren instincts. bonus: he knots you. a darker lycaon could do it without asking, just leaving you attached to his cock until he’s had enough.
a man who gets bricked up just by thinking about you, thirst (with hq men) NSFW
hands off, what's their favorite part of your body? (with hq men) NSFW
KARASUNO
hinata shoyo
kageyama tobio
tsukishima kei
yamaguchi tadashi
kiyoko shimizu
hitoka yachi
sugawara kōshi
nishinoya yuu
tanaka ryunosuke
AOBA JOHSAI
oikawa tooru
iwaizumi hajime
matsukawa issei
hanamaki takahiro
NEKOMA
kuroo tetsuro: family matters (despite being just a year younger than him, kuroo has always been overprotective: that’s what good childhood friends do, after all. so when you confide in him your crush on his best friend, bokuto, he’ll match you two up, on just one condition. he’ll be the one to fuck you first.),
kozume kenma
yaku morisuke
fukunaga shohei
FUKURODANI
bokuto kotaro: family matters (despite being just a year younger than him, kuroo has always been overprotective: that’s what good childhood friends do, after all. so when you confide in him your crush on his best friend, bokuto, he’ll match you two up, on just one condition. he’ll be the one to fuck you first.),
akaashi keiji
konoha akinori
SHIRATORIZAWA
ushijima wakatoshi: blood runs thicker than water (you and wakatoshi are the only ones that can understand each other. you both are aloof, quiet, and equally messed up in the head - that’s why when you invite him to your room, your nii chan doesn’t think twice before deflowering you before graduating.)