Ruan Mei X Fem!reader

ruan mei x fem!reader

note: this a work to celebrate my 100 followers, so thank you for each and every one of you <<3

summary: guided masturbation with ruan mei that's quite it.

warnings: guided masturbation, fingering, orgasm control, edging, semi-puplic sex, praise, little meanie ruan mei but still a soft dom, pet names, puppy play, nipple play, nudity (reader is completely naked), pwp.

you were currently twitching as two of your knuckles deep fingers were thrusting in and out of your cunt rather slower to your liking, even though they are your own fingers that's causing you irritation you really had no control over how fast you can go nor how to touch yourself, all your actions were guided by the woman who led you in here, stripped you off of all your clothes and position you how she pleased, over her desk legs flat on the marble surface and wide spread; just like a doll, and giving her the full lewd view of your greedy cunt. Ruan mei liked you best when you would put on a show like this just for her.

"just like that dear, keep your movement steady," ruan mei cooed, her face plastered with a soft smile, while her eyes darted from your pleasure face to your leaking cunt, and the precise work of your fingers that pumped in and out your hole, wetness starting to coat your digits and spilling out.

"add another finger dear," ruan mei whispered ever so sweetly, and you found yourself eager to comply, and so you added a third finger shuddering at the delicious feeling of your stretch out pussy, your rather small and shy voice becoming louder, and more shameless.

a squelching sounds echoed throughout the place, as your wetness grow tenfolds under the intens carnal gaze of the woman that showed complete control over you, that basked in the full view of your cunt and how your chest rised up and down with each word of affirmation she let out.

"your chest looks lonely dear, i think it deserves to be played with as well" ruan mei murmured, her voice soft, and her eyes remained heavy with so much lust and desire for you. you nodded your head frantically, as your hand reached for your breasts; switching between them, squeezing and flicking your now perked nipples, your actions seemed hurried, something that ruan mei wasn't very fond of, she tsked and she shook her head "you can do better than then this, my love".

your heart skipped a beat at the very idea of disappointment her, you let out a a breathe you didn't know you were holding, as you let your hand caress your nipples gently; teasingly, just like she has done to you many times before, working you closer and closer to the edge of your orgasm, and you closed your eyes as pleasure overwhelmed.

your orgasm was approaching rather faster from all the teasing you're enduring and your girlfriend's heavy lustful gaze upon you. your legs twitched, as your voice caught in your throat, telling ruan mei all she needed to now; you were about to cum.

"pull your fingers out sweetie" ruan mei spoke and her grin widened when you whined at her demand, but complying nonetheless.

"what a good puppy," she praised, letting a little giggle leave her lips, to which you tried to shyly cover your face from her with your hands, both from embarrassment and her cruelty, but ruan mei is always so caring for her little girl.

"my beautiful perfect darling," she calmly soothed, taking your hand in hers, as she looked you with so much adoration, before she moved them up to her lips, where she sucked your fingers off of your wetness, humming around them at your intoxicating sweet taste.

ruan mei felt content at having a cute pet that is so willing to indulge in her little fun. she rose from her seat and cupped your cheeks with both of her hands, before she palnted a soft and sincere kiss at your temple, letting her plump lips linger in there for a moment, enjoying your sweet scent that she was always so enthralled by, a smell like home to her.

Not very long ago, I came across a post where a user was analyzing the meanings of the names of different pairings. And I wanted to do the same with komamiki! What did I end up with:

If we take "Komamiki" (since I use it most often), then nothing particularly beautiful comes out. These are 狛 (lion-dog shrine guards) and 木 (tree). Of course, I applied my skills to search for deeper meaning. Then it can be considered with a stretch as a "guardian of the tree" or even a "guardian of power", since a "tree" can have such symbolism. But this is not exactly something that can satisfy me.

If we take the name "Tsumaeda", then the situation is more interesting and prosaic. These are 罪 (sin) and 枝 (branch). Which ultimately gives us a "sinful branch". It seems to me that there is already a lot more symbolism here, and it also sounds much more beautiful, haha. It can be considered as a biblical reference (the branch on which that apple grew) or as a "branch that brings destruction", "grows, breaking covenants", etc. The search for deep meaning will help you.

Thanks for reading my little crazy throw-in, I hope you were interested! If you have any thoughts about the meanings, then you can write in the comments or reblogs, I will be happy to discuss!

The Danganronpa fandom proves again they’re just a bunch of hypocrites.

Everyone a few months ago was talking about how everything Kodaka says on bluesky "isn't canon", but today it *suddenly* is.

So you're going to tell me that THIS is canon, but that everything that follows isn't? Even though it was written by the same creator on the same social network?

So all those photos posted by Kodaka saying that Komaeda can also like girls, that's weirdly not canon...?

What's more, you know that Japanese people speak very little English, and Kodaka is no exception, is it?The question itself was kind of confusing, yet again, Kodaka might have got confused himself and a lot of Japanese people kind of didn't get it that much either.

Otherwise, I don't see why Kodaka would have confirmed to Japanese fandom that Komaeda could also like girls. That would be totally contradictory, and I don't think Kodaka is stupid enough for that.

HEY HEY HEY!!!!

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hii! id like to ask a nagito x fem! ultimate hope! reader, if thats ok??! thanks for the attention!! <3

♡ Nagito X Fem!! Ultimate Hope!! Reader: ♡

Thank you so much for requesting, Anon! I just LOVE writing for Nagito honestly. I’m not the most perfect at it, but something about his particular character makes it really fun to write for! I just did little headcanons if that’s okay! I wrote it assuming it was light-hearted, but if you wanted something more serious I can!!

That being said, I really hope you like it! Have a wonderful day, my love, and feel free to request again whenever!

~

♡ You really do live up to the title!!

♡ You’re so determined it’s incredible.

♡ Whatever you set your mind on, it will be done. You don’t quit, you don’t give up.

♡ Most of all, you encourage others to continue alongside your own journey.

♡ That inspired Nagito so very much.

♡ As the Ultimate Hope, there was no falsity in the fact that you had gone through some intense events within your life. Whatever the nature of these events, you always seemed to rise above them in some way, never letting it affect your hope.

♡ In fact, living through these events only seemed to strengthen your hope.

♡ You often felt a little silly being within Hope’s Peak. You didn’t see how your talent could compare to the rest of the student body.

♡ But when a certain Ultimate Lucky Student started gravitating towards you, you had to rethink that opinion.

♡ It was a little confusing at first, what with him suddenly seeming to devote himself entirely to you, but you came to find a friend in him.

♡ Slowly, you too had begun to devote yourself to him.

♡ Eventually, it became more than a friend you’d found.

♡ You made a point to compliment and praise Nagito whenever you could.

♡ Something about his bewildered reactions amused you, but they also do come from your heart.

♡ You knew Nagito held a rather…degrading view towards himself, and sometimes it could be incredibly difficult to break him out of it.

♡ While aware you could not magically change his self-view, you were determined to make him feel as loved as possible.

♡ And, needless to say, you did that wonderfully!

♡ It didn’t even have to be direct words of affection, once Nagito would be met with your smiling face and a sweet welcome; he’d be in a frenzy.

♡ He didn’t understand - he couldn’t understand - why him?!

♡ What he did understand, however, was that he was completely and utterly undeserving of you.

♡ You were everything he admired, everything he wanted to embody, everything good he craved in the world.

♡ You were so incredible, so determined, so very kind…

♡ And, you were devoting yourself to him. *Him*, of all people!!

♡ He couldn’t comprehend it; what were you doing?!

♡ Still, though, it was working.

♡ Slowly, but surely, he was becoming aware that you intended to stay, and that you genuinely loved him for who he was; flaws and all.

♡ He adored you, and made sure that the act of giving affection didn’t just fall upon you.

♡ Words of affirmation were an incredibly important part of your relationship, both from you to him and him to you.

♡ You were everything to him; there was nobody else he treasured more.

♡ He just couldn’t understand how he was the same to you.

♡ He sung your praises constantly, regardless as to whether or not you were around. The praise in question would be about literally anything; your talent, you as an individual, the outfit you chose to wear - you name it.

♡ He is very poetic in the way he talks about you.

♡ Cuddles are a definite must between the two of you. It took a while, with Nagito being hesitant under the belief of him tarring your perfection, but you slowly managed to get him comfortable with it.

♡ Nagito appreciates the verbal affection you give him, but something about the physical affection you give sends him spiralling.

♡ He won’t say it, but he ADORES it when you lean into him desperate to be held.

♡ He feels you wrap your arms around him, feels your head against him, and he’s a GONER. Any source of oxygen he previously had is gone.

♡ He himself doesn’t tend to initiate physical contact though. He still feels like he needs to keep a distance from you, for your own protection from his luck, but it’s not as if he doesn’t enjoy the contact you give him. He loves it, even.

♡ But then, at the same time, there are moments where Nagito has a weird surge in confidence.

♡ He’ll reach you first, keeping you close, before then apologising and reverting.

♡ It’s confusing, and you try to encourage him to just do what he wants.

♡ He’ll just a give a light hum at that.

♡ Nagito loves listening to stories about your life. It doesn’t matter if he’s heard them all, he will be listening again, and he loves it.

♡ He loves hearing about the event that made you become the Ultimate Hope, but he also loves hearing little things as well. Anything about you, anything at all, he’ll whole-heartedly listen.

♡ You two can often be found curled up reading books together. It can be your own individual tastes, or you’ll both have a copy of the same book.

♡ The silence isn’t awkward, it’s rather calming. Nagito appreciates that you can be in his company without needing much communication. It brings him some reassurance about the nature of his luck.

♡ Sometimes you’ll go to the river and read, which is always so lovely. The birds and the gentle gushing sounds of the water always bring such a charm to the activity.

♡ You have this selection of perfume and scented body scrubs that you rotate on a monthly basis and he ADORES IT.

♡ He just thinks it’s so precious how you find joy in pampering yourself, and the gorgeous scents are always welcomed.

♡ In fact, you’ve offered some of your stuff to him before, and he loves the designs of the products. He finds them so beautiful.

♡ Certain scents just remind him of you now.

♡ He’s a darling when you’re on your period.

♡ He’s a little hesitant, unsure of whether or not he’s being patronising, but he tries to envision himself in your situation and is just so great at making sure you’re comfortable; even if you know how to live with it.

♡ To him, you’re so very dear, and he wants you to be happy.

♡ That ties in to the physical affection once again. You’ve both shared kisses on a few occasions, and everytime he finds himself questioning why you, the Ultimate Hope herself, are willing to partake in such intimacy with him.

♡ He worries he’s going to do something wrong, or that his luck will play up, or that you’ll grow tired of him and leave, but…

♡ Once your lips meet his, his mind kind of clouds over.

♡ You’re so delicate as he holds you close, butterflies kicking his stomach from all angles, fingers gently caressing the ends of your hair.

♡ Even just little, quick, kisses are everything to him. When you kiss his hand, or peck his forehead, or even plant one upon his nose, he’s smitten every time.

♡ You’ve fallen asleep whilst with him a few times, and every time he always stops to gaze at you in awe.

♡ “So peaceful..” he’d whisper, breath hitching, a soft fuzziness in his chest, “So…perfect.”

♡ He just likes to watch.

♡ He’s fallen asleep as well, and sometimes awakens to you playing with his hair.

♡ You do that when he’s awake as well, gently brushing through it and just fluffing it around.

♡ He just adores and appreciates you whole-heartedly. You really are his hope, his light, and he would do anything for you.

♡ He would die for you, self-inflicted or not.

♡ But, just having you there with him will do.

♡ He likes that a lot.

SAFE | EREN JAEGER

pairing: eren jaeger × reader

cw: fluff and (mostly) angst, fear of loss/death, spoilers for the last ep. of the anime and ch. 138 of the manga.

word count: 1.1k

masterlist: all characters

a/n: i was on the zaza (sleep deprived) while writing this, so the brief representation here of the paths is probably not the most accurate, especially given how the cabin scene in the anime & manga left some people confused. either way, hope you enjoy!

The birds chirped gleefully, flying over the roof of your cabin, their sound carrying the message that it was already morning– yet another day beginning and taking away your counted time with your lover, who lay serenely asleep beside you. You observed how the warm sunshine illuminated his face, casting a golden halo around his body that made him look angelic– it distracted you from the plans he would act out in the near future that were, in fact, the opposite of angelic. But pretending didn't hurt, and as long as you were here, you were safe.

You didn't understand the entire complexity and operation of the paths, but they were a very welcome escape for you. After all, if you were to live in reality on earth, Eren would be away from you, tormented and left alone to his own devices– instead, he built you both a home in the paths, which allowed you to run away from everything and just breathe, even if only momentarily.

As the sunlight passed between the curtains and hit his face directly, Eren slowly blinked his eyes open, looking at you.

“You should've slept some more. You seemed peaceful,” you asked, keeping a quiet tone.

“I was,” he replied, his gaze still melting into yours. “And if I got live like this by your side until my death, I'd live in peace.”

“Then don't go.”

“I don't want to go.”

“So stay.”

“You know I can't do that," he muttered. “I have to finish my plan.”

Your expression saddened as you listened to his words. You too knew he would have to leave you for his war, and you also knew you would be alone– all your comrades would go on with their lives, and you would be thinking back to the days when you lived in fear, but in love. It was a cruel reality, the one you lived in, and it was the price you paid for loving a man whose rage and determination made him a slave to freedom. You were, logically, more than aware of the fact that no matter how much Eren Jaeger loved you, he would never put a stop to his plan.

But you could always dream. Dream about a life where the titans never invaded your childhood home, or one where they didn't exist in the first place. In your dreamscape, you could both run off and get married, and Eren would build you a home even better than the one you had at the moment. You would live far away from the bustle in your hometown, somewhere in the countryside, where your days would be serene and quiet. Outside, you would gather the dry laundry with a big basket, watching your husband walk back home with a load of freshly chopped wood in his arms. Perhaps, inside your little cottage, you could find room for children of your own– a boy and a girl, much like Eren and Mikasa– they would each have different features from their parents, both in appearance and character. What would they be like? Would they be stubborn like their father, or curious like you? The possibilities were endless, and you cherished the thought of all of them. You could be a good mother, and you wanted nothing more than to be his wife someday. Maybe in another lifetime. In this one, all you could do was daydream as you mindlessly stared at the man lying next to you in bed.

You focused your eyes on Eren's hair, strands messy from the friction against your pillowcases. He looked serious today, and you moved your dominant hand up to softly card your fingers through his hair, continuing your observation of his features.

“I wish I could stop you from doing it,” you spoke up again.

“I know.” His gaze dropped down to your collarbones.

“It's unfair, you know. I should hate you for leaving me before we even got to live...” you stopped for a second, feeling a knot form in your throat. “But even if all of our friends are going to marry and build their own families while I visit your grave, I still can't hate you.”

“I'm sorry.”

“I know,” you mutter. “I just wish things had worked out differently for us.”

“I do too. You know, when we were younger, I used to think that I would kill every titan, and then we would run away together afterwards.”

Eren's eyes met your own again, and you could sense an odd feeling of nostalgia linger in the air.

“We were so naïve back then.” You smiled, remembering your past days.

“At least now I can save all of you guys.”

You stayed in silence for a moment.

“But no one can save you.” Your hand slid down from his scalp to caress his cheek.

“You've already saved me,” he contested, placing his hand on top of yours, over his face.

“Not from death.” You felt tears well up in your eyes, threatening to fall.

“You can't stop me from dying.” He squeezed your hand slightly. “But you have stopped me from feeling like a dead man many times before.”

You reached your limit of stoicism, and what was a threat became a reality– Your eyes turned glossy and red as tears spilled out of them and fell on Eren's thumb, which brushed under your eyes and gathered your waterworks tenderly.

“What am I going to do without you?”

“Live your life freely.”

“I don't want freedom, I want you,” you choked out between sobs.

“You'll have me for as long as we're here.”

You curled up against him, letting him run his hands through your hair while your tears dried up. Despite it all, you were still with Eren, and he wasn't going to leave you just yet– so you enjoyed his presence while it lasted, listening to his heartbeat and engraving its sound and rhythm into your brain, in hopes that you would never forget it.

The two of you basked in the morning sunlight, and lay in bed curled up together until seconds turned into minutes, and you ended up losing track of time. Not very long after your tears dried, however, you tugged at Eren's shirt, gently guiding his face until his lips collided with yours, crashing like waves in a low tide– slow but impactful. Backing out to breathe, you let your fingertips ghost over his cheekbones, drinking in the sight before you like a relic, praying that all the memories you stored would stay with you for eternity.

Eren was right. You couldn't save him, and he could not stay with you forever. But as long as you were here, in your little cabin, he would be yours, and the two of you could be happy– away from the real world and the harsh truths that awaited you. It didn't hurt to play pretend. For now, you were safe.