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γ β¦ the art of touching β¦ γ GENSHIN IMPACT
βΏ Diluc Ragnvindr / Reader; friends to enemies, enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst and hurt/comfort, blood and injury, reconciliation, when your love language is being annoying asf, slow burn, introspection, eventual nsfw. βΏ
βIf anyone here is playing a game Iβd rather think it would be you.β Nevertheless, he offered you his arm, like any gentleman would. βYou are right, of course, so play along!β You curled your elbow around his. βWhatever little standing I may have in your eyes, whisk it away for today and play this game of pretence with me.β
γ β¦ kiss and forgive? forgive and kiss? β¦ γ NARUTO
βΏ Shisui Uchiha / Reader; AU-everyone lives, no one dies, kissing booths are involved, mild hurt/comfort, making up, Idiots In Love, Shisui being a Little Shit. βΏ
Shisui had never felt more like a whore than he did now β looking across, however, from his place behind the cardboard counter that was standing upright merely by thoughts and prayers as well as a shit ton of superglue to keep it all together, he was pleased to note that not only was your jar only up to the on-third of his, but that you were also the only one out of the three doctors situated there to be receiving such low clientele. Shisui, meanwhile, was thriving. He was like a cacti; endurable and adaptable. You, on the other hand, were a hibiscus; pleasant to the eye but fragile to keep upright.
γ β¦ I'm like a dog on my knees as I lap you up β¦ γ HONKAI STAR RAIL
βΏ Jing Yuan / Reader ; dacryphilia, explicit sexual content, make-up sex, i'm cringe but i'm free, the prose...βΏ
A slick wickedness befell oneone of the greatest Arbiter-Generals of the Xianzhou Luofu.
γ β¦ Complete guide; How to Move On From Your Ex (failure guaranteed!) β¦ γ NARUTO
βΏ Shisui Uchiha / Reader; breaking up and getting back together, explicit sexual content, from lovers to exs back to lovers again, humor, civilian reader.βΏ
You were both sitting on your balcony, fourth floor up, with your backs against the wall and the clammy, summer night heat clinging to your skin. The tube of ice-cream sitting in between you had all but melted into soup an hour ago and neither one of you bothered to return it to the freezer. βLetβs break up.β
γ β¦ the turn i have just taken, the turn that i was making, i might be just beginning, i might be near the end β¦ γ JUJUTSU KAISEN
βΏ Higuruma Hiromi / Reader; !!! religious imagery & symbolism. religious trauma. violence. underage sex. AU - priest!Higuruma. vandalism. implied/referenced self-harm. implied/referenced childhood sexual abuse.. implied/referenced rape/non-con. dry humping. child abuse. ambiguous/open ending. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT!!!!!. reader pissed on a grave be warned she has no manners βΏ
You stood in front of the roaring fire, the smell of gasoline and the mix of adrenaline making you heave. The canister, a bright red thing half your size, slipped from your hands with a clang βbut you knew, sooner or later, that you had to bend down and pick it up again. Run back to the car, shove the keys into the ignition and drive near the old and abandoned scrap yard that was near the local cemetery, or drive it off a cliff somehow. Preferably without you in it. But you had to be smart about it. Destroy the car, hide the canister in a way that it could never be found β leaving it behind to burn along with everything else would be stupid, would be leaving behind evidence, would be dragging that man into this entire, shitty affair, and God knows how you've tortured him enough, used him, humiliated him. Debased him, really. Your diaries too. They had to be burned or thrown into the sea; that little girl had scribbled with all her might down to the last detail, and that just wouldn't do. Less diaries and more like confessions. Eleven, twelve, thirteen, all the way to yesterday. You picked up the canister. Car. Abandoned scrapyard - or cliff - local cemetery. And after that?
γ β¦ eros, the hateful one β¦ γ HEAVEN OFFICIAL'S BLESSINGΒ Β
βΏ He Xuan / Shi Qingxuan ; love/hate, pre-canon, nsfw, denial of feelings, light angst, female!SQXβΏ
She merely laughed at him, swiping her hair aside before wrapping a finger around his own black hair, bringing the offending strand up to her lips, half lidded gaze conveying everything she wanted to say anyway. She tugged at his hair a bit, and it was as if she had reached out to rip his chest open, past the dead and rotten flesh, and strangle him with his own lungs.
