Hello Hello and welcome to another Anilysium Server Collab!
We’re doings something a little different this time! Instead of the two separate collabs, we have both sfw and nsfw in one place, and we have a broad theme of Confessions!
We also provided some prompts that were optional for people to use, so now our creators had the freedom to run with their own ideas or use our prompt wheel to give them something a little more specific, and we’re gonna see how it goes! If you’d like to see some of our previous collabs, please check the masterpost here!
When does this collab go live? Monday 28th of February at Midnight GMT
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pairing:Suna Rintarou x gn!reader genre:fluff warnings: none betas:@lemonadencran thank you so much a/n: Fic is part of the Anilysium Confessions collab! You can find the masterlist here wc:1k
Movies are unrealistic, Suna Rintarou thinks; it has nothing to do with the movie currently being displayed on the screen though, even if there are superpowers involved (no matter how much he wishes to have those). As a grown man he knows they are a work of fiction and doesn’t question it, so no, it’s not about the superheroes.
It’s not about the horrors either—Suna doesn’t believe in monsters (the worst kind of monsters are people anyway), not in zombies, not in ghosts, not really in oni or youkai. The world is dark and evil as is, it doesn’t need anything supernatural to make it scary for many.
Actually, it doesn’t concern anything super-something, no, because those are obviously against the laws of nature, or physics, or whatever.
The biggest surprise (or maybe disappointment), he thinks, is the depiction of love. He’s been fed with images of grand feelings and even greater gestures—of departures and rushing to the airport, of dancing and kissing in the rain, of speeches and confessions at proms—but there’s nothing of the sort.
Sure, he has dated before, but none of his relationships lasted for long; they had always left saying he was too detached, heartless even. And back then he thought it was true—after all his only response was a shrug and a quiet “‘kay”—he was never heartbroken, never fell into despair, never felt the pang in his chest. Maybe I’m just incapable of loving, he thought.
But now, being 25 and having met so many different kinds of people, Suna realises it isn’t true. Because here he is sitting on your couch, with your feet in his lap, and he glances at you crying for the hundredth time at the aftermath of Thanos’ snap. He thinks you’re soft and kind—it’s not frustrating, despite the many times he’s teased you about being a cry-baby with a flick on your forehead.
Still looking at you, he wonders when exactly he started having feelings deeper than just friendship, but he doesn’t know. There’s never been a moment of a great enlightenment, of a realisation striking him like a lightning bolt. Which is why it took him so long; he can’t help but think of himself as a frog being boiled—on a gradually increased flame—which doesn’t notice the situation it’s in until it’s too late.
Even after all these years you’ve known each other, it’s still fun to be around you. It’s incredibly easy to agitate you but you always bark back. Your sense of humour is just as wicked as his, and you both love the disgusted faces of people around while you’re hiccuping from laughter. You never push him, yet he always ends up spilling his secrets and thoughts, and worries, and you always listen with just a hum of acknowledgement, only to point out a detail he’s been missing.
That’s why—it being a sole reason as he’s always claimed—you’ve been his priority. He’s always asked you first to accompany him to some event bringing the disapproval of his then-partners, cancelled who knows how many dates because you needed help (even if you didn’t ask him to), and insisted on your participation in “high school boys reunion nights.” Over the years it’s been happening more and more frequently, until it became as natural as breathing.
Suna has never felt his heart ache—not even when it comes to you—even though he has missed you. But you were always just a phone call away in these cases, which he has made use of, despite god knowing how much he hates doing that.
Once, he recalls, you named him a cat—to which he proudly responded with “a fox! Not a cat!” but he supposes you were right. He’s always needed a great deal of alone time to recharge, coming back when he craved human interaction—just like a cat—and you—like a cat person—don’t seem to mind. Paradoxically, this is what kept him craving it more; your welcoming smile shone brighter than the sun itself, and filled him with indescribable warmth.
His eyes drop to his hands resting on your calves; the conjunction of skin radiates so much heat that Suna feels it in his chest and on his cheeks. He likes it—the softness under his fingers—and how it blooms with goosebumps following their movement. It’s really tempting to keep drawing patterns that would go up to your thighs and—if he’s lucky—maybe even higher.
What wouldn’t he give to be the one allowed to caress you like this, to leave trails of those tiny bumps and then kiss it “better”. He wonders if your skin would leave the same taste on his tongue as your name—sweet and refreshing—though he’s quite sure it would be addictive. The olive eyes move up, following a mental path of his mouth, and stop at your lips. They’re so compelling, and he can barely stop himself from kissing them like a madman.
“Rin?”
Your voice brings him back to the here and now, stripped of any what-ifs, and your eyes are exactly on his. Suna hums.
“You’re staring at me.”
“Am I?” Play it cool, play it cool.
“Yeah, you are. What are you thinking about?”
Hecannot play it cool. Not when you look so amused and concerned, and so relaxed in his presence. Not when you’re splayed out on your couch in your dimly lit living room, with his hands on your calves. Not when you feel so warm and soft, and almost expectant.
He cannot play it cool, and he cannot bear your gaze. Suna lets his body fall behind yours—his face hidden in your hair and arm thrown over your waist. You tense.
“I think I love you.”
Your body relaxes with a long exhale, and then you laugh,
“Took you long enough, dumbass.”
Suna should feel insulted, maybe surprised that you’ve known, maybe disappointed that you’ve never acted on it. But he can’t, because you turn to face him and kiss him softly and tenderly, as if you’ve been waiting years to do this and you’re scared to shatter this moment. He kisses you back, just as softly and tenderly.
And no, your lips don’t leave the same taste as your name.
Summary: After all those years you will never forget your first love.
cw: strong language, mentions of injuries
wc: 860
a/n: A little blurb from me for this collab.
A bar in a far off country, cozy and warm, shielding you from the stormy weather outside. The ice clacked in your glass that you long had abandoned - too lost in the conversation with a stranger. It was a tough day, work was exhausting and you needed some time to unwind. You observed the guy sitting opposite from you. He was handsome, easy to talk to, so much different than a certain classmate. You sigh aloud. “Am I boring you?” You focus on his handsome face and an apologetic smile spread on your lips. “Not at all. I’m sorry. It’s been somewhat of a toll lately. That’s all. Please I’m all ears now.” You wink at him with an honest smile. “Promise.”
The night went on and soon morning arrived. Against his proposal you parted ways last night and went your separate ways. You regretted not taking him up on his offer to spend the night, rolling around in your big bed now all alone. Suddenly a memory flashed before your eyes and with nothing better to do on this Sunday morning, you indulge yourself.
It was Spring, the cherry blossoms bloomed on the school yard, the air was filled with love on this particular afternoon in February. You had finally mustered all your courage to confess to your Highschool crush. Like in those romances you loved so much, you told him to meet you after school behind the building so you could give him your self made chocolate. Waiting nervously, your heart beat loudly in your chest and you were afraid that it would jump out any second but all thoughts vanished when he rounded the corner and stood in front of you with his usual impervious expression.
“You wanted to speak with me, (Y/N)?”
“Yes, that is true, Shoto. Thank you for meeting me here on such short notice.”
You couldn’t believe that you were able to form coherent sentences now.
“I wanted to give you something. I bet you already have more than enough and it’s totally okay if you regift them…”
In your outstretched hands was the box of chocolate. Your gaze was fixated on the ground, too shy to look him in the eyes.
“Thank you, (Y/N). But … I won’t have any use for these.” His voice was stripped from all emotions. “And regifting seems not right, so I can’t take them.” You felt your face heat up and tears threatened to fall. “I understand. You already got someone special.”
A tear rolled over your nose and disappeared into your pillow. Why did you have to think about this stupid hot and cold bastard just now!? Half a year later all the newspapers spotted the same headline: “Rising Pro Hero Shoto engaged?!” You shook your head and swung your feet out of bed. It was just a silly crush back then but you never forget your first love. The coffee machine gurgled pleasantly in the quiet of the morning and you searched your fridge for something to eat. You really should’ve gone grocery shopping. A crashing sound from your living room room made you drop the milk bottle and alarmed but not too worried you made your way over. “Mister Twinkle I swear to God if you have knocked over one more flower pot…”
“(Y/N)”
“Shoto?”
In, what was once your window, laid your first love covered in cuts and bruises. “I’m in need of medical assistance.”
“No shit Sherlock!” You huffed and helped him up. “Not to mention that you owe me an explanation.” Shoto could only nod and let you guide him into your kitchen.
“Don’t move, I’m gonna fetch the first aid kit.” Mister Twinkle greeted you on your way back to the kitchen, drawn in by the noise and the ruckus. Several gauze bandages and band aids later, the fire and ice hero looked somewhat presentable. “Thank you. I didn’t know where else to go in this unfamiliar city.” You got behind your counter, picked up the milk bottle and poured yourself some coffee. “You want one?” Shoto nodded thankfully.
Over steaming hot mugs you got your explanation. Seemed like your former classmate was undercover investigating a big hit in this city but he ran into some trouble and ended up blowing his cover.
“This is actually a lot. I never thought…” You took a sip from your cup. “I mean how long have you been undercover?” Shoto observed your next reaction carefully. “Since high school. February to be precise.” Your eyes met and realization hit you. “Don’t tell me…” All he could do was nod.
“So it was all just a lie?” He reached out for your hand but you shied away. He didn’t regret much but rejecting you that day was something he would always regret.
“Not everything, not for me anyways.” You met his gaze and could see the same glint of hope mirrored in his heterochromatic eyes. With this glimmer you held out your hand for him. Surprised he looked back up from your hand and you gave him a reassuring smile.
Katsuki Bakugo x f!reader (plus Kirishima and Shoto)
Summary: With Bakugo as your boyfriend you have to come up with some good ideas to get him to go to some funny Christmas parties. And this time you just got the best idea.
cw: established relationship, semi-public orgasm, use of toys, voyeurism, light degradation, threesome, cock sucking
wc:2.9k
a/n: First time writing for Bakugo, Kiri and Shoto. It was really fun writing smut in a long time again. Stay hydrated and happy holidays!
The freshly fallen snow covered your hometown like powdered sugar. The crispy night air chilled you to your core and made you shiver.
“I haven’t even started and you’re already shivering.”
The blonde man behind you leaned down to your ear with a smirk on his face. His comment made your cheeks flush an even darker shade of red - given that they were already rosy due to the cold.
“It’s the weather, stupid. Not everything is about you.” You shot back with a smile and a light laugh in your tone.
“Careful, babe. You don’t want to ruin it right away, do you?”
Bakugo had stopped you with one big hand wrapped gently around your arm. You looked over your shoulder and gave your boyfriend an innocent smile.
“I wouldn’t dream of doing that.” You blew a kiss in his direction and started to continue walking.
It was mid December and one of his colleagues had invited the both of you to a Christmas party. As much as the pro hero didn’t want to go he was persuaded by an intriguing idea you had whispered to him. “Bakubro, good to see you!” A certain redhead hollered over the deafening Christmas music. “Y/N, you look absolutely stunning.” He remarked as you both entered his cozy home. A lot of his old high-school classmates were present and you used the first three-quarters of an hour to go around the room, greeting them and making small talk.
Everyone enjoyed the party and the mulled wine was warming you from the inside. You got several compliments about your cute outfit which boosted your confidence even more. You had almost forgotten about the little idea that made your boyfriend come to this party in the first place, when suddenly a dull sensation rumbled from your lower region. Startled by the feeling you clenched your thighs together and searched the room for a pair of vermillion eyes. Bakugo was watching you with an intense stare and a knowing look on his face. He cocked his eyebrow at you and went on to talk to Kirishima as if he knew nothing. Unable to concentrate on your counterpart, you excused yourself and walked over to the hot head.
“Hey babe, you look a bit flustered. Is the wine getting to you?” Bakugo teased you and put a hand around your waist in a possessive gesture. You tried to smile and opened your mouth to reply with a witty comeback but the sudden increase in the vibration deep within you made you lose your thought. “She really looks a bit reddish.” Kirishima leaned forward and placed a hand on your cheeks. “You’re burning, princess.” His honest concern made you squirm under his gaze. “I- m all - good. Really.” You mumbled with shallow breath. The intensity of the vibro egg turned up again. You bit your lip to not make a revealing sound.
“I love the face you make when you try not to moan, babe.” The whispered words hot against your ear send a shiver down your spine. “Stop it, Bakugo, please.” You whined under your breath. Your boyfriend looked at you and put both hands in the air in a defensive motion. “I’m not in charge anymore.” Your eyes grew wide and you couldn’t believe what you saw. He had passed the remote to someone else. The vibrations lowered to a steady buzzing and you could finally catch your breath. Bakugo didn’t have the remote anymore but who had it then? The only logical answer was Kirishima. You nippled at your bottom lip. But the redhead was so concerned for you a minute ago, he couldn’t possibly know what was going on. You risked a glance in his direction, seeing that he was already talking with somebody else. He must’ve noticed your glance because he shot you a dirty look and licked his lips in a seductive way. Your mouth went dry - the only thing that was to be honest - and you stumbled towards the couch. You would never have thought that Kirishima out of all people would participate in such a game. He was always such a sweetheart, so honest and innocent. But thinking about his darker thoughts made your belly tingle and your pussy throb. What else was the oh so manly pro hero Red Riot thinking when he was all alone in the dark of his room.
On cue the vibration started to go up several levels. Your whole body was flushed and you felt warm and gooey. It was an addictive feeling. You looked over to Kirishima just for him to do the same gesture as Bakugo did before. Realization hit you a bit later as the constant buzz in your pussy made your brain all fuzzy. Kirishima had given the remote away too. Searching, you looked over the room full of people. Who had it now?
The chatting and the cheery Christmas songs should’ve consumed your hearing but all you could hear was the deafening sound of your quickening heartbeat. If the vibrations wouldn’t stop soon you would start to pant like a bitch in heat. “Now wouldn’t you like that, slut…” The hushed voice of your boyfriend crossed your mind and you cursed your imagination. The tight coil in your abdomen wouldn’t hold much longer and you were sure that it was only a matter of minutes for it to snap. You tried to control your breathing and started to get up from the couch. A pair of heterochromatic eyes observed you from across the room. Noticing every change in your body gesture. A wicked smile crossed his lips as he fumbled for the remote in his pockets. The hot and cold pro hero couldn’t believe his eyes when Denki told him about your little game. Excitement bubbled up and he couldn’t let this chance pass. The attraction he felt for you grew more and more every time he saw you. But you belonged to the blonde pro hero Dynamight. And Shoto respected that, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t have his fun with you now, when your boyfriend practically handed him the tools to do so.
Shoto was determined to break your still collected demeanor. Just when your eyes met his, he pushed the control to max and sent you spiraling into a storm of bliss. You wanted to die on the spot as you came down from your high. The strange feeling of so many people knowing exactly what just happened mixed with your receding orgasm, made your pussy clench around the egg and you could feel the knot in your belly starting to tense again.
“Looks like Icyhot enjoyed the show too.” A pair of strong arms wrapped around your slightly shaking form. You tried to protest and wanted to defend yourself, saying that you didn’t make a show, but the look you got from three pro heroes was enough to convince you otherwise. Without verbal communication between Bakugo and Kirishima, the blonde had permission to use one of the bedrooms upstairs. Maneuvering you upstairs was easy. Your legs still felt like pudding but your breathing was going back to normal again - a fact that Shoto disliked very much. So he had to do something about it. Pushing the disabled remote to max again your whole body went rigid on the stairs. A high pitched scream escaped your lips and if it wasn’t for Bakugos arms around your waist you would’ve dropped to the floor right there. Your vision got blurry and you were panting once more.
Angry vermillion eyes shot a stern look towards the Todoroki heir but he only got a nonchalantly grin and a shrug back. You tried to recover from that sudden orgasm but it was to no avail. Your body was still buzzing with sexual desire and you could feel your legs got heavy and your mind sleepy. Bakugo knew you after dating you several years and just picked you up bridal style to carry you the rest of the flight. What the blonde missed was two different pairs of footsteps following the two of you upstairs.
Carefully the blonde laid you on the king sized bed. You were watching him from under heavy eyelids. Bakugo took off his coat and shirt without making a show. You started to pout and were mumbling something incoherent. “Shut up!” Vermillion eyes stared at you with a burning intensity. “Sluts don’t get a show. Sluts get their needy pussy pounded and nothing more.” He manhandled you and positioned himself between your legs. “Understood?” He didn’t wait for your approval and went to undo his belt. “Seeing you panting and getting off on this shitty hot and cold bastard…” He tsked full of disgust. “Did you like having your pussy played with by all of them? Ha?” He was working on his boxer and finally freeing his rock hard cock.
The whole time none of you noticed the door being not completely closed, which was an open invitation for the other two men standing somewhat hesitant in the hallway. By the time Bakugo was completely naked you were mewling and begging for his cock. “Look at you. So desperate for some cock. Bet you don’t even care which one.” The blonde was rubbing his tip over your still covered slit. “It’s alright as long as it’s a cock, huh?!” He leaned forward, forcing his tongue deep into your open mouth. The coil in your stomach tensed even more and you moaned freely into the kiss.
It was a delicious feeling, the constant rub over your clit and the hot tongue in your mouth. And then another feeling mixed with the two previous. The vibro egg came alive again and buzzed inside your pussy. Bakugo broke the kiss and placed some open mouth kisses on your exposed neck. He didn’t bother to undress you, he just pushed the hem of your dress over your belly and up over your breasts. With his free hand he fondled your covered breasts, massaging them and quickly pushing your bra upwards to free them. The contrast in heat made your nipples perk and your boyfriend smirked at the sight. “Getting all worked up and horny huh.”
The blonde could barely hold it together. The sight before him was too tempting and his cock was painfully hard. But he had to punish you still. Had to remind you who you belong to. So he lined himself with your entrance. Through your dizzy mind you realized that you still wore your panties. You wanted to say something but Bakugo shushed you. “Sluts deserve this.” He said and pushed his dick slowly into your dripping cunt. The feeling of your satin panties around his cock and your warm cunt fluttering elicited a guttural moan. But something felt extra good. Realization hit the pro hero and his brows shot up. The vibrations from the egg traveled from your core along his shaft.
“Fuuck. The egg is still on.”
“It feels amazing, doesn’t it?” You mumbled happily and moved your hips to get more of his cock inside your cunt. Panting, he pulled out and pushed your panties to the side. “It will feel even more amazing when I push it deeper into you.” You mewled at the sudden intrusion and you cocked your head to the side. The vibrations stayed at the current level and Bakugo didn’t even think about the control, all he could feel was your warm cunt wrapped around his cock and the buzzing of the egg at his tip. He wouldn’t last long this way, he knew that much.
As the room was big it was no problem to sneak into it without a sound. Both pro heroes were panting and massaging their bulges through their pants. With the lights on they could see everything and Shoto still got the remote in his pocket. He contemplated topping it off a notch and making the blonde hero come on the spot. The imagination of your cunt filled with hot semen and that sending you into another mind shattering orgasm nearly made the pro hero come. His breathing was elaborated and a glimpse towards Kirishima told him he wasn’t the only one highly affected.
Kirishima couldn’t believe the fact that he was watching his two best friends fucking. In his deepest and most hidden parts of his mind he always fantasized about a threesome with Bakugo and you. Mostly it was him taking your sweet innocent mouth and Bakugo pounding your pussy and making you wet and ready for him later as he was bigger than the blonde. The moans and pants falling from your mouth short circuit something in his brain and his feet moved on their own.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Bakugo finally noticed the other two men in the room when Kirishima appeared in his line of view next to the bed. Through all the different sensations you recognized the red head and your eyes landed on the huge bulge. You licked over your lips excitedly. “Please Katsu, please, please please.” You begged your boyfriend and wrapped your legs around his waist. “Wanna suck him, please.” Kirishima couldn’t believe what you just asked. Suck him off? That was like his fantasies coming true.
“Come on, Bakugo. It’s Christmas after all.” An otherwise cool voice panted behind you. Vermillion eyes shot to the other intruder and you didn’t miss the feeling of his cock twitching inside you. A smile formed on your plump lips. “Let me show them how good you trained me. How good of a slut I can be for them too.” You knew exactly what to say and which buttons to push to get your boyfriend to do what you want. He exhaled defeated. The idea of showing you off and rubbing it in that they would never get someone like you pleased him. His hips snapped forward burying himself deeper inside you. “Fine.”
The second the syllable left Bakugos lips Kirishima freed his cock and smeared precum all over your partly opened lips. You greedily opened your mouth and sucked him in almost completely. With both your mouth and pussy occupied, all Shoto had left was the remote for the vibro egg and a front row seat to this show. He didn’t complain at all. Settling for a nearby chair he pumped his cock with one hand and controlled the remote with the other. Every time his thump ran over his tip he copied the motion on the remote and played with the switch.
You were trapped between the soft rocking of Kirishima‘s cock in your mouth and the harsh snaps of Bakugos hips at your ass. You tried your best to meet the blonde’s movements with your hips but the vibration of the egg made it nearly impossible. So you were reduced to a set of wholes that were used to please the pro heroes. The thought made you giddy and slick dripped around Bakugos cock onto the sheets. You could feel yourself getting close, the coil almost ready to burst. Bakugo felt your walls clenching around his cock even more and the vibrations traveled from his cock to his balls. “Fuck, look at you… Taking my cock and sucking on shitty hairs… Such a slut!” He was picking up pace and was pounding into you with vigor. The harsh movements shoving you onto Kirishima’s dick and making you choke on the redhead’s cock. “Easy there, Bakugo.” He pushed a strand of hair from your face. “No need to go easy on that cocksleeve. She likes it. Don’t you?” Bakugo wrapped a hand around your neck. At the feeling of the other man’s cock bulging your throat he moaned deeply, pushing himself over the edge. “Fuuuuuuck. Take it… All of it… Gonna fill you up to the brim!” Your eyes rolled back and you came with shaking hips and trembling legs. You moaned around the clock inside your mouth and the vibrations sent Kirishima over the edge too. “Y/N, feels so good. Aahhh!”
“Merry Christmas you extras.” Bakugo was the first to speak. The redhead’s cock popped out of your mouth and you obediently opened it to show them that you swallowed like a good little slut. “Shit. She swallowed it. Never had that before.” Kirishima admitted under heavy breath. Pride swelled in Bakugos chest. “Sure she does. I trained her, what do you expect, huh?!” He looked down at your spent body and admired the way his cum drippled out of your abused hole. “The egg is still inside her.” Shoto chimed in from his voyeur position. His hair was disheveled and his breathing wasn’t back to normal either. He moved over to the bed and pushed Bakugo out of the way. “Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” Ice cold fingers duck into your heated core and pushed at the toy buried inside you.
“I’m getting the toy out of her.”
“Hah?”
“She is spent and needs some rest.”
He snatched the egg off of Shotos hands. You groaned and tried feebly to close your legs. But your boyfriend wasn’t having that. With strong hands he pushed your legs apart again and pushed the toy back into your abused pussy. “This was your idea, so endure it!” He placed a quick kiss on top of your messy cunt.
Bakugo snickered. “You have no idea what she can take.”
All three men looked at you and the blissed out smile that formed on your face.
Summary: Your first date went not the way you planned it rather it turned out even better.
cw: fluff, Christmas spirit
wc:1.1k
a/n: Something fluffy for the holidays. Not my best work but it still warms my heart. Thanks for the inspiration to
„Lets go ice skating for our first real life date!“
Your exciting voice still rang in Tendou’s ears even after he hung up the phone. Lost in thoughts he stared at his phone.
Due to his wish to become a chocolatier he studied at a renowned school in Paris. There he met you on the campus a few months ago. You started dating soon after but with the pandemic still going on and all of you practically in lockdown there wasn’t a chance to meet face to face yet. But Tendou enjoyed your virtual dates just as much as the upcoming one. A smile formed on his lips when he thought back to all the virtual dates you had. Falling asleep while on facetime or watching you cook dinner with him will always warm his heart.
But now the lockdown was lifted so you came up with the beautiful idea of ice skating on the local Christmas market. It wasn’t that Tendou thought it was a bad idea - no on the contrary - ice skating gave some nice opportunities to touch each other and hold hands without it being awkward and forced. That would’ve been the case if it wasn’t for one very important detail: the redhead couldn’t skate at all!
You two agreed to meet up this Sunday in the afternoon when it started to get dark and the lights transformed the market into something magical. The former middle blocker was waiting at the agreed spot. He checked his watch for the third time in a matter of seconds and tried to brush some imaginary dust off of his jacket.
“Satori!” Your voice reached his ear and a few seconds later your beautiful face came into view. His stiff and nervous posture changed completely and he waved at you with a big smile.
“Y/N!” You rushed your steps and bumped into his open arms. After the longest hug you just looked at each other. Still not comprehending that you were actually touching each other for real. It felt nice. His strong arms around your shoulders and his hands on your lower back giving you a feeling of belonging.
“Shall we go directly to the ice ring or do you want to stroll over the market, mon chouchou?” Your cheeks warmed at the cute nickname he had picked out for you. “As long as we are able to spend time together I don’t care what we do first.” Tendou smirked down at you. “Then strolling it is.”
After some time where you enjoyed the Christmas markets specials and wandered hand in hand you came to the ice skating ring. You got a bit anxious because although you suggested this date, you weren’t particularly good at skating. But with a gleeful smile you thought, that’s what I have Satori here for. It will be super romantic and if I fall he will catch me. Tendou on the other hand was getting nervous too. He couldn’t bring himself to tell you that he couldn’t skate. Hopefully you would’ve been happy with just skating along the edges.
After borrowing some skates you wobbled onto the ice. Thankfully it wasn’t too packed so you had enough space.
“Are you coming, Satori?”
“I’m right behind you, Y/N.”
It took some time to get used to the skates but you managed to skate a few meters without holding onto the barrier. Looking behind you, you saw Tendou struggling. You smiled and huffed at him. He looked like Bambi on the ice. It was too adorable. If he couldn’t skate he just could’ve told you. A meaner smile spread across your face and you skated towards him.
“What takes you so long? I thought you sport aces don’t struggle with a bit of skating.” You teased him and offered him your hand. “I am not struggling. It’s these borrowed skates. They are not right. Normally I would fly over the ice,” and after taking your hand he added “But I don’t want to abandon you so I adapted to your pace.”“Are you saying that I hold you back?” You pouted, letting go of his hand and stemming your fists into your sides. Without your hand the red head wiggled unsteadily and to gain some stability he hunched over in a cowering position.
“If I hold you back, I can just leave you to your glorious flying over the ice.” You teased some more. Tendou raised up from his hunching position, a wicked smile on his face. You skated a few steps backwards, out of his reach. You knew exactly what he had planned with that look on his face. So for each wobbly step he took you scooted back two and soon you both were ice skating over the whole area.
“Look at that. And here I was thinking you couldn’t skate.” You mocked him playfully. With a loving gaze you studied his face and saw his eyes widen in realization. Tendou couldn’t believe his eyes. He stood in the middle of the ring. Euphoric he skated too fast in your direction and before you could react he knocked both of you down. “Are you hurt, mon chouchou?” Concern dripped off of his voice. “I’m not so great after all, huh…”
Tendou sat on his knees and lifted you up with him. Both of your faces were beet red from the cold and the sudden closeness. You couldn’t help but laugh at his guilt ridden look. He looked like a kicked puppy. His eyes narrowed at your laughing fit but not long after he joined in - your laugh too contagious and the situation too ridiculous not too.
“You are the greatest to me. Even if you can’t ice skate like a pro.” You beamed at him after you calmed down enough. Carefully you leaned in closer and pressed your cold lips onto his. Surprised by your action he didn’t react at first. But after his brain caught up with the situation he reciprocated with all he got. After you parted you noticed some white spots in his short hair. With glee you looked into the darkened sky.
“Look Satori, it snows.” But Tendou didn’t pay no mind to the beautiful snowflakes. He was too engrossed with your glowing face and gleaming expression. He was sure that you were the one and if you wanted to go ice skating again, he just had to practice. He wasn’t unfamiliar with that concept. If that meant he could spend more time with you then he would spend all day on the ice.
He knew then and there that he was utterly in love with you.
Trigger/Content Warnings:NSFW, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, Hypothermia trope, reader is selective mute and uses sign, reader also works at a bar, pre-established relationship, first aid gone sexual, Yanfei has some reptilian/adepti traits so like ¼ monster fucking maybe??, cunillingus(receiving), fingering(receiving)
It was a cruel trek from the bar you worked at back to your home in Liyue and unfortunately, your transportation options did not include the niceties of “weather permitting” options. In your hands was a neatly wrapped box of liquors your boss had given you for being such a charming worker despite being of so little words, especially while working a holiday shift. The bottles clanged in an obnoxious high-pitched clamor when you stepped up the cobblestone stairs to the street next to yours, causing your sound-sensitive self to flinch violently. Unfortunately this only caused the bottles to rattle more and you internally cursed yourself at becoming the source of such a loathsome ruckus. Your jaw unconsciously grits as you change your grasp of the box.
It was unfairly cold this year. You didn’t expect the temperature to drop so severely and you hated the involuntary shivers that rippled through your body at the windchill. It had to be significantly below freezing…
You encouraged yourself internally that things would be fine once you got home to your girlfriend. She always had this wonderful habit of greeting you with a generous and loving smile that warmed your heart. She was also the fortunate holder of a vision- a Pyro vision, specifically. Normally you would be scared to interact with someone who could probably burn your house down if they sneezed the wrong way, but Yanfei was different. She always executed the utmost care regarding her vision and knew the local law by heart. That second part was no surprise considering her career in law, but her personality wasn’t the stereotypical droll of a lawyer. She never seemed focused on the Mora of the job, but rather wanting to keep the area where you two lived a peaceful area. When she had told you about her ideals months prior, you felt your heart warm at the thought. She’s beautiful inside andout…
Yanfei also never minded your silence. While there were awkward moments, she never seemed to hold it against you or address them. Rather instead she picked up sign language to talk with you.
“You can speak with this, right? If not I can figure something else out,” the pinkette grinned at you, starting to sign a broken sentence. You, who’d known sign for a couple years at this point, tried to disguise your smile.
“What? Did I say something wrong?”
You didn’t have the heart to inform her that instead of what she meant to sign, she signed “How was fuck?”
You smiled unconsciously remembering your girlfriend’s inquisitive face and how it warped once you wrote to her what she actually said. Her eyes widened significantly past her normally sleepy expression and her hands shot up in an apologetic gesture, as if she were afraid she offended you. You loved that woman so much.
The area around you blurred a bit. It felt as if you hadn’t had enough to eat yet today. Only a bit longer until you’d make it home, you could do this. Think positively! It honestly wasn’t that bad out.
… how long had you been out in this weather? You vaguely realized your arms were locked around the box of booze in a vice you don’t think you could easily move. Fortunately your blood still ran hot in your legs and you kept walking.
Your hands grew paler during your walk and the edges of your knuckles burnt an uncanny red, like a sunburn. Your legs kept moving.
The breath began to burn going in and out of your windpipe. Your pulse hammered harder. Yet your legs kept moving.
Each crunch of your feet crushing snow beneath you spurred you on with the thought that you would make it home soon to your girlfriend, that she would greet you with that smile from her desk then wrap you up in her arms in a gentle hug and you’d spend the rest of your holiday with the woman you loved most…
A door was thrown open and you were abruptly pulled inside. You vaguely recognized the lights around you before the sound of the box in your hands crashing to the floor nearly stopped your heart. Your head became too warm and mushy to understand what was going on, and your vision blurred even more severely.
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Blearily, your eyes opened to the view of your living room ceiling. The first notable thing was how much your knuckles, nose and fingertips stung. It was like they were horribly scraped, though upon lifting your hand to examine, you found there were no such wounds. Rather instead they were just a chapped red and slightly flaky. Your gaze followed your hand and you became slowly aware that you were no longer wearing your shirt, instead being as naked as the day you were born. You glanced down at the rest of your body and the sight before you caused your heart to leap into your throat.
First,yes, you were naked past your top.
Second, Yanfei was curled on top of you, sleepy face mushed against your chest and ambiently providing warmth to thaw you out.
Thirdly, there was a blanket over the two of you, most likely to trap the heat Yanfei was producing for you.
Fourth, your beloved girlfriend was definitely not wearing clothes. You could spy the tops of her breasts and the bare smooth skin of her arms as they peeled out from under the blanket, but otherwise, the blanket hid both your modesty quite well.
When her head tilted absentmindedly in her sleep, you felt a sharp jab. You glanced at Yanfei again, noticing what you thought was a hair accessory or some weird form of jewelry was poking you mercilessly. It didn’t bend like jewelry and it was so hard…? The hell is that…?
You tentatively traced the oddly keratin-like appendage poking you. The smooth texture reminded you of when your family would hunt and clean Cervids- the way the antlers would feel in your hand as you cleaned them as a long-lasting reward from your kill.
As your thumb traced over the ivory once more, sleepy teal green eyes blinked awake. Upon seeing your conscious face, Yanfei smiled gratefully.
“Oh, thank everything… you’re okay.” She leaned her head into your touch, unconsciously warming you even more as she gazed lovingly into your eyes.
You didn’t speak, but signed “I wasn’t aware you had antlers.”
Your signing was slow and deliberate so as to be easy to interpret for a beginner. She grinned cheekily.
“I thought you knew. They don’t move around, they’re attached to my head.”
“You act like I have solid logical thinking.”
She laughs at your comment, then nuzzles her cheeks further into your chest.
“I was so worried when you came in looking the way you did. You were all frost nipped and out of it, so I did what any reasonable person would do and started treating you. You’re lucky I know that much.” Her closing comment sounded like it should’ve had bite, but her tone was simply caring and pleased at the warmth of your body against hers, not unlike a lazy cat who was spoiled by their owner.
“You’re naked underneath the blanket.”
“So I am,” she replied casually, as if it were normal for you two to be cuddling naked. It wasn’t, for clarification.
Your face heated up as her whole body now shifted against you, savoring the feeling. You definitely felt the peaks of her nipples against your chest, the smooth firmness of her belly, and the supple flesh of her thighs which were interspersed with occasional patches of hard yet smooth-surfaced scales. She watched you with an unwavering affection.
“[Name], I want to do things with you, but you should really rest. Your body temperature dipped quite a bit… So why don’t you let me take care of you while you recover?” She cooed and stroked the side of your cheek. She never sacrificed tenderness for her point with you, though- she knew to always say her piece but also express unsaid love if she couldn’t say it in that sentence alone.
Trusting your girlfriend completely, you nod your consent.
Her upper body dips below the covers and she traces a path down your sternum, then re-traces it with her whip-like tongue. She left a burning trail between the racks of you rib cage, causing a building ache to throb deep in your gut.
You lifted the blanket to watch Yanfei as she hovered above your sex, her emerald eyes glossing over each fold and crease. You shivered in muted pleasure when she ran a finger through the dampness that had just began to pool.
“Your reactions are so cute,” she puffed out a hot breath, only causing your body to writhe further and a needy whimper left your lips. Your face grew redder at the sound you’d made and, as if synchronized, Yanfei flushed more as well. She’d never heard your needy sounds, but now that she’d heard you for the first time there was no way she could go back.
Her adept and thin fingers skimmed your outer labia and dipped in to savor the soft flesh of your clit. She stroked slow deliberate circles and watched you with a confident yet sweet smile.
You keened and your hips stuttered at the suffocating arousal she was weaving into your consciousness. She pulled her fingers from your over-sensitive nub and instead pressed further down, sinking a finger in your expecting cunt. The movement was slick and with little resistance. Yanfei cooed into your heat.
“So good for me, you’re nice and ready…” with those last words, she tilted her head down so her mouth engulfed your sex. Her serpent-like tongue twisted along your clit and her finger moved in balanced and quick pumping motions in and out of you, building up a quick tempo.
Her orchestrated movements controlled your body like a puppet, bringing your whimpers to a wail-like crescendo and building you up to your high. Amidst your whining, you became vaguely aware of how her eyes glowed hungrily beneath you, thriving off of the sounds and movement of your body as if it were her lifeblood.
She crooked her fingers up and began to abuse a ridged spot within you that had you seeing stars. You gripped onto her hair and one of her antlers unconsciously. Your body drew taut with an orgasm at the half-moan she let out. Your breath had been robbed from your lungs blatantly and you laid there, gasping for air as your body shivered in the after-effects.
Yanfei crawled out from under the covers fully, giving you a borderline sly smirk.
“Let’s get you some food and maybe if you’re up for it, you can do me next?” She wiped her mouth against the back of her and, eyes glowing with anticipation.
A/N: Back at it again with the Anilysium collab posts! Took a lil bit out of me since I got hyper fixated on YTTD again along with moving house, but I figured I’d try to keep my writing spirit alive. Along with this I’ll be making something for a very special someone for Secret Santa and I have an entry in the NSFW collab this month as well. Keep an eye out if you’re a Yanfei fan. Now have some vaguely holiday themed angst.
Ship: Beidou x gn!reader
Genre: Angst (no comfort.)
Trigger/Content Warnings: One sided feelings, reader is a little creepy sometimes, a crewmate looks at you in a creepy way as well, alcohol consumption (recreational).
“I’ll drink to that!” A merry sailor said cheerily, wrapping an arm around his meek mate’s shoulder and lifting his mug high in the air. Before his more experienced comrades could comment on his joviality and hush him, though, he threw the creamy, festive beverage in his cup to the back of his throat.
“That was my drink, asshat,” you mumbled disdainfully at your crewmate. He seemed to not hear you, so you turned your attention to the scenery outside.
It was beautiful for the holidays, really. Glittering snow stacked on top of cobblestone paths, dyed orange from street lanterns- it looked just like some scene out of a landscape painting. You weren’t often free on the holidays- to be honest, you can’t remember when you last had a break on a day when most things were closed. You often ran errands for the captain of The Crux, Beidou. This wasn’t out of laziness or anything, but she was rather a busy woman who could be out slaying wicked beasts with her massive weaponry and electro vision and you wanted to help her any way you could. This came out in little favors here and there- one day you caught her when she was passingly mentioning how hungry she was under her breath while you were docked at Liyue and you had brought her some spicy dish from the Wanmin restaurant. You remembered the way her face lit up subtly upon seeing the food. The memory soon turned into your motivation.
You craved approval from Beidou, her fruity voice cascading smoothly to your waiting ears. You longed to feel her pat your back in approval or notice you more than the rest of your crew. You started to find yourself jealous of whoever she snuck off to see in the middle of the night for “business meetings.”
But to be honest, it was entirely your fault you felt this way. Your longing was starting to change you, to reflect in your morals of treating everyone equally- your bias was plain as day anymore. I mean, who else would you be memorizing dates and dishes and outfits and occasions for?
The drink thief from earlier eyed you conspicuously, gaining attention from his meek partner, making a note to drag along the curve of your waist before landing on your face.
“Y/n, are you thinkin’ about the captain?” He asked bluntly.
“D-don’t say that!” The partner hissed, then looked up at you with a nervous gaze, “Sorry, y/n. He’s had too much.”
“Naw, I haven’t!” He hissed, “‘m just worried. They look miserable without Captain Beidou bein’ here.”
“Shut your mouth,” you said impulsively, not thinking about the position it put you in to deny it so quickly and vehemently.
You faced the window again begrudgingly, trying to hide the expression of guilt and bitterness that displayed fairly plainly on your face.
The worst part was that he was entirely correct. You wanted the security of seeing Captain Beidou next to you for tonight, not possibly enjoying festivities with someone else. A wave of shame washed over you when you thought of how selfish you were acting with someone as great as the Captain herself. You were just a measly crewmate, you had no right to try and think of her like that.
The fight you had with yourself internally only grew louder and louder.
Hello Hello and welcome to another Anilysium Server Collab!
We’re doings something a little different this time! Instead of the two separate collabs, we have both sfw and nsfw in one place, and we have a broad theme of Confessions!
We also provided some prompts that were optional for people to use, so now our creators had the freedom to run with their own ideas or use our prompt wheel to give them something a little more specific, and we’re gonna see how it goes! If you’d like to see some of our previous collabs, please check the masterpost here!
When does this collab go live? Monday 28th of February at Midnight GMT
