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shotmrmiller · 1 month

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1.8k of what was supposed to be a drabble, oops. same au as this just different situation.

there he is.

the titan the crowd calls Ghost. a creature who seemed to have crawled out of the abyss itself, rage etched into the very marrow of his bones. scars crisscross his arms, chest, and back— souvenirs of battles both won and lost. no one knows much about him. no real name, no past, no future. blank.

a void.

just like his sunken eyes, the only thing anyone can see from behind the midnight black skull balaclava that clings to his face like a second skin. (does he even remember what he looks like underneath?) he stands in front of the club's owner in ragged clothing: a tattered wifebeater that's been stitched, torn, and re-stitched. his pants have strained seams and patched knees. his boots are high cut, made of worn, scuffed leather with laces in the front, pulled tight. functional.

he's terrifying. most here come to fight for glory, for redemption, for escape. not he, though. reverent whispers claim this is all he knows. that he fights like a cornered, wounded beast, with no discipline nor strategy. just primal hunger and unmatched ferocity.

and that's who your idiotic, egotistical boyfriend wants to fight. granted, he's a pretty damn good boxer. not that you'd know much about that, you're simply parroting what you've heard his coach say. but this isn't boxing. no one here wears a padded helmet, with comfortable gloves and silky shorts. the fellow with the mohawk currently fighting isn't even wearing a mouthguard, for fuck's sake.

there are no fucking rules, no referees, no honor, no mercy.

your shoulders rise up to your ears as you tense at a nasty blow the pretty one you've come to learn is named gaz gives mr. mohawk. it splits his lip instantaneously, crimson dribbling down his chin and onto his barrel chest. he should be in pain, but there's only a glint of madness in those bright blue eyes of his. the crazed smile he gives gaz is all blood-stained teeth.

your boyfriend taps you on your shoulder, making you jump. "i'm gonna go talk to mr. price now that he's no longer busy."

what?

"no! you can't be serious!" the metal chair you were seated on screeches as you shoot up and run after him, feet slipping on the mud-slicked floor. "hey! wait!"

he reaches the tall, burly man(broker?) with the antiquated mutton-chop beard before you do. the tailored suit clings to his large frame, molding to his mountainous shoulders and tapered waist. his polished shoes are pristine, unlike the surface he's standing on that's littered with wager slips and sodden with cheap beer.

"don't. be smart, fight smart. you can't possibly— did you see the way the one with the mohawk took a hit to the face without flinching? he's insane! they all are!" you flick your eyes to mr. price. "no offense."

he chuckles low. "none taken, sweetheart. soap's a vigorous man, is all."

soap. gaz. ghost. they've all got bloody fighting nicknames. meanwhile, the only thing your boyfriend's ever been called is dearie by his elderly neighbor.

"your pretty girl's right. i'd steer clear of the pit. this ain't no place for a sheltered bloke such as yourself." his eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, yet it felt like a facade. the evenness of his tone had dread crawling up your spine.

"boss." you squeak at the deep voice that comes from beside you— accent thick on his tongue.

mr. price waves a hand dismissively, the rings that adorn his fingers glinting under the dim light of the overhead lamps. "it's nothin' but a couple a'folk placin' their bets."

the look of unfettered stupidity flashes on your boyfriend's face as he turns his head and realizes just who mr. price was talking to. "if it isn't the masked specter himself."

stupid. stupid stupid stupid. god, your boyfriend came in one piece but he's going to leave in bloody pieces if you don't stop him. "stop," you hiss. "this ridiculous stint of yours is over." as is this sorry excuse of a relationship. he'd been a sweet guy at some point, or maybe you were just blinded by his good looks. "sorry for the bother, mr. price. we'll be taking our leave." tugging on your boyfriend's sleeve, you try to lead him away but he stays anchored in place, posturing like a peacock; chest out, shoulders squared and head held high.

he looks at ghost as he challenges him. "name your price. anything, i can meet."

how he can be so blasé in the presence of this bastion is beyond you. ghost stands tall, his shadow engulfing you whole. you can feel the weight of his presence, a crushing force pressing against your sternum. he doesn't speak; and honestly, he doesn't have to. ghost's silence spoke volumes.

"he's not interested, see? let's just go before we're thrown out on our arses."

but your boyfriend doesn't concede. if anything, it only adds fuel to the fire. "not good enough for you? eh? is that it? think yourself untouchable just because you're king of the underbelly?" he goads.

your cheeks are hot, scalding with embarrassment. he's starting to garner attention from the audience that's supposed to be watching the current fight.

and then ghost breaks said silence. "i don't want your money." his rich voice reverberates through bone and marrow; it rattles your very core. "you didn't work hard for it, i can tell. golden spoon runt."

your boyfriend's eyes ignite with anger. for a moment, you thought he was going to swing on the spot, but then, like a wisp of smoke, it dissipated. his fists unclench, his jaw relaxes. "what do you want, then?" he questions.

ghost tips his head your way as he keeps his gaze on your boyfriend. "her. i win, she's mine."

you should've known your now ex would agree. nothing would keep him from accomplishing his goals of 'putting the big dog down' as he so eloquently put it. now you're firmly sat right next to price on the stands (because you will not be calling him john anytime soon, no matter how many times he corrects you) essentially as his hostage.

"nothing personal, sweetheart. i'm a businessman, after all, and the prize walkin' out the front door would be bad for business. hope you understand."

no, you don't. so you tell him as such.

"tha's alright. simon'll take good care of ya, i promise."

"is there any particular reason you're so cocksure of your simon winning?" you manage to ask, your voice fragile.

he takes a thick inhale of his cigar before answering. "unfortunately for you, i've seen it all— the broken bones, shattered dreams, and—" you watch tendrils of smoke unfurl from his mouth, "adversaries who never walked back out."

spectators have already begun to huddle around the cage, puffing on cheap cigarettes. they all look desperate, eyes gleaming with greed. this time the one collecting wagers is a blonde woman, older in age, with her hair in a low bun and a puffer vest. "that your wife?"

he curls a large hand around my shoulder before twisting to look at— "laswell? no. don't swing tha' way." price gives you a gentle squeeze.

oh. you can feel warmth creeping up your neck. "sorry. didn't mean to- er. i didn't know."

"'s'alrigh'. her wife's nice enough. you'll like 'er.'' her wife? the confusion must've shown because he rumbles out a laugh. "no. it'd be me barkin' up the wrong tree. i—" he tightens the grip on your shoulder, "like whatever's pretty to look at." his words from before resounded in your head.

'your pretty girl's right...'

the heat that'd receded now stung the tips of your ears. whatever words you want to say are lodged in your throat but thankfully, you're saved by the bell. literally.

the rusty thing tolls and the crowd hushes their voices and stills their restless shuffling. first walks in your ex (idiot), looking exactly like what ghost had called him earlier— a golden spoon child. his shorts are glossy, even under the flickering, sickly light that falls over the cage. his boxing gloves are a vibrant red, pristine as if right out of the box. (you don't remember soap getting his pretty face broken by hands with gloves, but whatever.) he looks perfect, like something out of a hollywood movie.

and so out of place.

unlike ghost who's just stepped into the ring— who commands the attention of all within the hazy room. he fits right in with the rats who scurry around in the bowels of the city. he moves like the shadows that cling to the dark corners, his steps silent as whispers. a haunted being— one the world above with its neon signs and bustling crowds has long forgotten— has made his home down here.

ghost bumps his mma gloves with your ex's boxing ones, in a show of surprising sportsmanship.

the bell tolls once again, and the fight begins.

and just as quickly as it began, it ended. you blink, momentarily displaced, because there is no way what just happened is real. there hadn't been no real fight. it'd been one devastating blow to the side of your ex's jaw that ended everything. he hadn't stood a chance. it—

"'s done. sorry, love. but simon's headin' this way to claim his prize." price gives you a sympathetic pat to your back. "i swear it on my life he won't harm a hair on your head."

what?

ghost barrels through the roaring crowd and comes to a stop before you. "you're with me, now. best get used to it." shock blurs your vision, or maybe it's the fact that you've been hoisted up and thrown over a shoulder that did it.

it doesn't matter. the one you came here with is currently lying limp on the stained mat, his mouth hanging open a little awkwardly. is he broken? you're put down on a bench in a large dressing room that has only one tall locker in it with a tiny ghost sticker on the front.

"did you... is he dead?" you ask, pulse quickening.

"no. either dislocated or broke tha' jaw of 'is only."

you sputter when metal clinks on the surface of the wooden table he's currently leaning his weight against. dusters? "you used fucking dusters?"

he turns his head and looks at you, piercing and intense. "you and i both know i didn't need anythin' to knock his teeth down his throat, isn't tha' right, pet? eh?"

his knuckles are calloused and heavily scarred, the little finger bent at an angle even when straight. "don't worry 'bout him, you're with me, now." he shrugs on a plain, black jacket and heads for the door. "try to leave and i'll jus' find you again. don't make this any harder than it has to be."

welcome to the rat king's domain, sweetheart.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x f reader #simon ghost riley x reader #cod mw2 #cod mwii #simon riley x reader #simon riley #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x you

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floef-likes-minecraft · 2 months

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Grian in 2020: 🎶 The bills need payin' and the blocks need placin' gotta work (work!) work all day 🎶

Grian in 2024: I have a song that will show how little work I'm gonna have to do.

#love this subtle throwback #Also people are going to rebel against the DHP before it's even opened #grian #hermitcraft #hermitcraft season 10

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midnightwriter21 · 2 months

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Left A Mark (megumi x reader fluff)

characters: megumi fushiguro x reader, gojo, itadori, nobara

warnings: FLUFFFFFFF

AN: this is short but cute asf. kinda ooc megumi? but i think he’s soft for his partner and i own jjk so it’s actually canon (i wish)

A voice calls from the front door, “Hey, i’m heading out. I gotta meet up with the others for a mission…”

Swiping the applicator across her lips to finish her makeup, Y/N calls back, “Okay, one second! Don’t leave yet!”

Quickly gathering her purse and other necessary belongings she walks from the bedroom to the front door to meet her dark haired boyfriend.

“I’m leaving too. I gotta go to the store and buy some groceries.”

He looks down at her with a small smile, “You look beautiful today.”

“You say that everyday, Meg.” Y/N giggles

He huffs a laugh, opening the front door and letting her walk out first, “Because it’s true. You look beautiful everyday.”

He closes and locks the door behind him, “This job won’t take long. I’ll be home in about an hour or two.”

“Okay, i’ll be home around then too,” Y/N reaches up and plants a kiss on his cheek, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” And he’s off to meet his classmates.

As he walks to the meeting spot at Jujutsu High Megumi notices the stares he’s getting from others. Some laughing slightly, some smiling, and a few glancing at him and saying, ‘awww’.

“The hell are they looking at..?” He grumbles under his breath.

Finally walking up to his class mates, Yuji is the first to notice him and wave him over, “Hey man, cmon! What took you so lo-… Oh?”

A shit eating grin crawls it’s way up Yuji’s face. Used to Yuji’s antics, Megumi ignores it. Until Yuji involves Nobara.

A sharp elbow to her side followed with a, “Look! Look!”, from Yuji catches her attention. Quickly, Nobara and Yuji are sporting matching smiles.

Nobara laughs, “You must’ve been busy, huh? That’s why you’re late.”

Cocking an eyebrow, Megumi responds, “Busy? I wasn’t busy. I was at home.”

“Yeahhhh, I bet you were at home,” Yuji cackles, “in bed!”

“So what? Didn’t have anything better to do before this. Why does that matter?” Megumi mutters.

As Megumi quickly becomes the source of Yuji and Nobara’s teasing, a loud voice interrupts, “WOAH! Megumi! You’re a little show off aren’t ya!”

Satoru Gojo, first year sensei at Jujutsu High and the bane of Megumi’s existence.

Turning to look at his sensei, Megumi finally asks, exasperated, “What the hell is everyone talking about and staring at me for?”

Giggling manically, Gojo hands him his cellphone, “Hehe, why don’t you take a look.”

Taking the phone and casting a quick glance at his reflection in the front facing camera Megumi’s jaw drops, “Wha-… what the hell?”

Sitting there, smack in the middle of his cheek, is a lipstick mark in the shape of his girlfriend’s lips.

Face turning bright red, Megumi hands the phone back to his sensei and grumbles, “Just shut the hell up and stop staring at me.”

Que Nobara, Yuji, and Gojo singing in unison, “Oooooooo Megumi is in looooovvveeeeee~”

“Be quiet you three idiots!”

*A FEW HOURS LATER*

Having returned from the grocery store not long ago, Y/N busied herself by putting the groceries away. Just as she’s reaching for the last grocery bag, the front door clicks open.

“Meg? Is that you?” She asks.

“Yeah, I’m home!” Megumi answers.

“I’m in the kitchen! How was the mission?”

Shrugging out of his uniform jacket, Megumi makes his way to the kitchen, “It was okay. Gojo and the others are annoying as ever.”

Giggling, Y/N turns to face him, “Well you know how those three can b- oh?”

At her noise of surprise, Megumi looks up at her, “What?”

“Megs… uh.. your cheek?” Y/N gestures to her own.

“Oh yeah… Thanks for that by the way,” he sighs, “Gojo, Nobara, and Yuji gave me hell with all the teasing.”

Y/N laughs lightly, walking up to him and putting a hand over the kiss mark, “Why didn’t you just wipe it off?”

Megumi looks at her confused, “Why would I do that?”

“So nobody teases you for it?”

Megumi scoffs, placing his hands on Y/N’s hips and pulling her close, “I don’t care about their teasing that much. Besides they’re just jealous.”

Y/N smiles, questioning, “Jealous of what exactly?”

“Jealous that I have someone like you to come home to.”

Y/N blushes at his answer, before he speaks again, “And… it was kinda like you were with me all day today. But now that I’m here with you…,” he picks her up ignoring her squeak of surprise, and walks toward the bathroom, “… now I can wash it off.”

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peroxideprinces · 2 years

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LITERALLY I NEED TO REREAD IT SO BAD UGHH BUT MY COPY IS IN A GIANT TOTE BURIED IN OUR TRAILER 😭

NAURRRR </3

#ILL READ IT JUS SO I CAN TALK AB IT W YOU #PLACIN IT ON HOLD AT MY LIBRARY AS WE SPEAK #question mark #april tag

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sh1-n0bu · 8 months

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✿ 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙨<3 ✿

characters: il!dan heng x nb!reader

warnings: fluff, just fluff, also dan heng’s tail holding u hostage, also also reader is shorter than dan heng

notes: dan heng needs more love and appreciation. come on, this mans fine asf

if anyone were to ever tell dan heng that one day he would be purring contently while keeping a struggling familiar tuft of [c] haired person in his hold, he would have simply shrugged them off with a thought of how weird that is. really? keeping someone in his hold? while being content and purring? yeah, that doesn’t exactly sound like dan heng.

if so, then whose teal scaled tail was holding you so tightly? wrapped around your middle, keeping your hands to your side as you try to wiggle out of his grasp? purrs like a cat’s reverberating in his room as he pulls you close over and over to place a peck on your forehead.

the vidyadhara high elder is a respected title. one that causes the people of the luofu to kneel and sing praises to him. in his name.

saying how amazing he is to split the seas, to control the waters and the ocean like it was nothing, to hold the highest title amongst an ancient species of even more ancient beings.

yet here he was. this needy dragon. keeping you tightly in his hold as he peppers your face in kisses.

“dan heng… my love”

“yes, dearest?”

“will you please be willing to let me—“

“not happening”

and there goes your chance of freedom. taken away, cruelly stripped off of you as he wraps his arms around you, keeping you in place. lovely. any other time of the day, any other moment, any other day and this would have been such a lovely occasion for you.

having your usually stoic and a bit reclusive lover turn into a clingy cat. wait no, dragon? cat-dragon? dragon-cat?? in your hold. but right now… nature calls. and his tail wasn’t helping.

long scaled limb wrapped around your shoulder all the way to your stomach. his arms coming around to pull you closer to himself on the mattress that works as his bed in the archives. smushing his face against your collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses on the exposed skin as deep rumbling purrs resound from deep within his chest.

sometimes, due to his current form, his horns would knock up to your chin. each time, he would leave soothing kisses as a means to “kiss the booboo better”.

this was your lover, ladies and gentlemen and everything up and above. this… clingy cat-dragon.

“perfect height for forehead kisses…” dan heng mumbles quietly to himself as he moves to plant soft kisses all over your forehead after moving your bangs to the side.

smooch! smooch! smooch! smooch! smooch!

pulling away with a content smug smile on his face, the vidyadhara looks at the amount of lipgloss stains left all over your face and exposed skin of your neck. you had complained about his lips being a bit harsh and he decided to borrow one of your chapsticks. the colored one specifically. and here you were, eating your very own words.

literally.

especially when the dragon leans in to plant an unusually deep kiss on your lips, almost as if wanting to devour you whole. the more… primal parts of his brain did wanted to do that. just wrap you up in his hold and chomp on your exposed flesh until you look like you were mauled by a wild animal. which… was kinda the truth.

but that was for later on.

for now, the greedy dragon was just content to hold you tightly in his grasp, planting soft kisses on your forehead or cheeks. wherever his lips reach first. the ends of his tail wagging happily like a puppy, a certain flare of possessiveness sparking in him whenever he sees you trying to escape his grasp. a feeling of happiness and sheer adoration blooming instead when he sees the colored chapstick leave another mark on your skin.

thankfully, a certain cheerful pink haired girl knocks on the doors to dan heng’s room. upon entering and seeing your colored face and how your lover’s tail would tighten around you just a little bit, she raises a brow.

placing her hands on her hips, march looks between the two of you. one with a happy smile on his face, if one could squint, they could see imaginary small flowers and bubbles floating around him. and the other… they looked like they wanted to die.

“uhhhh… what happened here?”

“i fell for a trap… i went in for a kiss and now. he’s got me. and he won’t let me go”

“mine”

“i know but nngh!”

“mine”

“mmph!”

“mine”

“i know but mnngh!”

“mine”

“goddammit!”

#nobu.writes #hsr x reader #hsr x gender neutral reader #hsr x y/n #hsr x you #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail x gender neutral reader #dan heng x reader #dan heng x y/n #dan heng x you #dan heng x gender neutral reader #il dan heng x reader #hsr fluff #honkai star rail fluff #dan heng fluff #gender neutral reader #gender neutral insert

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konigsblog · 3 months

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metalhead konig who has big ol speakers and tortures his very sensitive missus by placin her to sit on the vibrating speakers as he makes out w her:3

metalhead-könig most definitely has tinnitus, but he makes no effort to make life easier for himself, by lowering the volume of his music. if his ears aren't in pain, then it's not loud enough. you, on the other hand, are very sensitive, especially to loud noises and music. könig ushers you to sit on the speakers, so loud that they're vibrating beneath your body. you're wearing panties, a t-shirt of his as you'd just woken up. the vibration against your cunt has you whimpering, all your sounds muffled by könig's lips. he grinds into you, his clothed cock getting harder at the feeling of being pressed against your covered cunny, his large hands cupped over your ears as he grinds his hips against yours. :3

metalhead-könig is definitely into dry humping, especially when he's listening to his own playlist, covering your ears while you look up at him, overwhelmed, and desperate for the sensation of his pulsating cock stuffed inside of you. :(

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gentlyweeps-world · 4 months

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A Rivals Heart 4

summary: A crush had turned into hatred, but with the work of Lando, Alex, and George maybe it could be fixed.

pairing: max verstappen x fem! driver reader

warnings: none, allusions to sex

prev part

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

“What do you want..” You say, hiding yourself behind the door.

“Can I come in?” He responds, his voice was quiet and soft, “I just want to apologize and talk..” He adds on, he wasn’t trying to make this some massive discussion between you two, he just wanted to calmly talk things out and explain himself.

“I don’t need or want your apology Max, I get that you don’t like me, there’s nothing more to it..” You say, standing in front of him in the doorway.

Max looked down to his feet in thought, it was obvious he didn’t like you, but that wasn’t his only reason for crashing into you.

He took a deep breath before speaking, he had to be honest.

“I didn’t only crash into you because I don’t like you..”

“Then why did you do it?” You ask, standing your ground as you look into his eyes.

Max goes silent for a few moments, it was hard to find the right words.

“Because I…” He mumbles, but this would reveal more than he wants to.

“Because I… didn’t want you to overtake me, because it’s you.” Max replies, he was still quiet but he finally got out the truth.

“What..?” You ask confusedly, his answer was so vague for no reason. It started to annoy you.

Max went silent, he couldn’t bring himself to explain further.

He didn’t want to tell you the complete truth, because it was obvious he was scared to say the whole thing outright.

“It’s just-“ Max started, before stopping himself.

There was a moment of silence before you said anything, letting out a sigh you rub your hand over your face. “Honestly Max..I don’t want to hear it, I get it, you didn’t want a female overtaking you, okay? Just- next time don’t be a dick..” You say tiredly, not wanting to deal with Max and whatever he’ll say right now.

“You do not understand! I didn’t crash you off track because of some sexist reason!” Max yelled, he didn’t even realize he was yelling until he let it out.

“I crashed you off the track because I’m a jealous ass who can’t see you being better than me.” Max continued to yell, he started realizing how jealous he was of you.

“Okay! Just be quiet! Shit..” You say, covering his mouth with your hand, you peek your head out, checking if there was anyone near on the floor of your hotel room.

No one was watching, you could tell from the look on Max’s face that he was embarrassed because he was yelling.

Max let’s you cover his mouth, your hands felt soft and warm touching his lips. He didn’t move or try and resist, he just let you cover his mouth.

“Okay- well, uh I guess I’ll see you later..” You squeak out, moving away from him and start to close the door to your hotel room.

“Wait-“ Max says, grabbing the door with his hand to stop you, “Did you mean it when you said you hated me?” He asks.

Max’s words caught you completely off guard, you didn’t know how to answer right now. You didn’t want to lie, but you didn’t know what to say.

Max was waiting for your answer, you hated him, but at the same time you didn’t. You felt a connection to him and he did to you, even if you didn’t want to admit it.

“Uhm- I- yeah..” You mumble out, you didn’t know how to answer because you didn’t hate him, you liked him, despite all of it, but you could never tell him.

“Yeah..yeah I did mean it, I don’t see why it matters to you..” You say before closing the door on him. Instant regret washing through you.

The door was suddenly closed, you instantly regretted your words.

But you couldn’t open it back up now.

Max wasn’t going to push you to open the door, he had his answer. He wasn’t sure what to really say or do now.

You heard him walk away from your room and you were left now alone.

———

“You what!?” Lando says, eyes wide as you told him what happened with Max.

“I can’t believe you would just slam the door on him!” George says, placing down his drink. “Technically I didn’t slam the door!” You say, groaning into your hands.

You’re out at some random restaurant in Melbourne a day before the GP starts.

“What was I supposed to do?! I hate him, I didn’t want to just start gushing my feelings for him!” You explain, “I didn’t want him to think I had any sort of affection for him.”

“But you do..” Lando replies sarcastically, “You’re in denial and you know it.”

“Okay I don’t need your input Mr. Norriz” You say, rolling your eyes at Lando.

You look at George, “What do you suggest I do, you’re in a relationship” You ask George, you know it would probably be better asking Carmen but George will do.

George thinks for a moment, his forehead crinkling up in thought.

“I would just message or text him and tell him the truth, that you are still a bit angry at him but you don’t hate him.” George suggest.

“What help you are..” You grumble out, “I’m pretty sure I’m just starting to hate him now..” You say with a sigh.

“And I doubt you’ll ever tell him the truth will you?” Lando replies, he had a feeling you would never be able to speak your truth to Max.

George nodded his head, he didn’t want to intervene with your anger towards Max, he can sense something there.

“How would I even tell him, “Oh yeah the entire time I hated you I actually like you and want to fuck you, surprise!” You say sarcastically.

“Well you don’t have to say it quite like that.” George replies with a chuckle “I just think you should at least try to clear up this situation that you two are in, you both obviously know what’s going on between you two.”

“He is right you know.” Lando replies, “You’re both just ignoring the fact that you two both like each other.”

“Okay- but if he likes me why did he crash into me?” You say, taking a sip of your water.

“He crashed into you because he wants to prove that he’s better than you.” Lando says, “It’s just a childish thing that us guys do when we have crushes, we get aggressive towards each other and try and make ourselves look better, especially when we feel threatened.”

“He feels threatened by you because you can overtake him and it eats him up inside.” Lando adds on.

“Wait..I can just use that against him! That’s perfect!” You say, eyes lighting up.

———

It was a grueling qualifying, you had done everything to get past Max, and beat him, but you could only get to P2 right behind him. So now here you are relaxing in your teams hospitality as you watch Lando, Alex and George rush in.

You instantly perk up from your relaxed state, “What? What is it?” You ask, getting up from your spot.

You can spot a wide grin on all three guys, “Daniel needs your help..” Lando says with a smile, holding back laughter.

You narrow your eyes at them, “Okay..” You say suspiciously, moving towards them so they can take you to Daniel.

Lando laughs, he tries his best to disguise it.

George chuckles a bit, he was just glad he wasn’t involved in this whole thing.

“Just come with us and you’ll see.” Lando replies, his laugh slightly fading away.

“Alright..” You say, reluctantly following them to the Red Bull hospitality with the three.

“He’s right in that room..” Lando says, opening the door quickly then shoving you in with no time to react.

“Hey! You-“ You say before stopping, seeing Max right in front of you in the room.

You instantly turn around and start banging on the door, “Let us out!” You say, irritation evident in your tone.

The only reply from Lando and Alex was laughs as they both laughed their asses off, they didn’t have any intention of letting you out.

“Sorry Y/n! We’ll let you out soon!” You hear George say. His voice and the laughing of Alex and Lando grows distant, meaning that they truly did leave you alone, and locked in a room with Max.

“Assholes..” You grumble out to yourself, leaning back against the door.

“You really can’t stand me can you? Can’t even be in the same room as me..” You hear Max say, his voice full of smugness.

You felt irritation grow within you, he still has that smug look on his face, it pisses you off that his face is so punchable….and kissable.

Rolling your eyes you let out a scoff, “And you can’t shut up for five minutes can you?” You say, glaring at him.

He gives you a small grin, “Just can’t resist looking at me can you?” He says, he could feel the tension growing between you two. You don’t say anything back, you simply just stay in your spot, glaring at him.

It’s a few seconds of silence before Max starts to get a bit annoyed.

“You gonna say anything?” Max asks you, his voice taking on a slight tone of irritation. You narrow your eyes at him, almost telling him to make you.

Max’s body language changed slightly, you could tell this conversation was going to be an interesting one.

“Do we have to just stare at each other then?” He asks, a sarcastic tone now coming to his voice.

“You can never take your eyes off me so I don’t see the issue” You finally speak up, crossing your arms over your chest.

Max’s face softens for a moment, he was taken aback by you and your comment.

“Is there anything you actually do like about me?” He replies, it almost sounded desperate as he asked the question, he wanted you to admit your feelings.

“I like when you’re quiet..” You say, starting to fidget with your fingers out of boredom.

Max’s eyes widen just slightly, your answer actually upset him, even though it obviously was just sarcasm. He took a few steps towards you, he wasn’t planning to do much but he wanted to be closer.

“Any other things?” He asks you, he sounded genuinely interested in your answer and wasn’t trying to play the sarcastic guy for once.

“What do you want me to say Max? It’s difficult to like the guy who annoys you, who hates you and who crashed into you on purpose!” You say, exasperated. “I don’t understand you Max..” You mumble out.

Max lets out a deep sigh, he was being serious and all you could do was give sarcastic answers.

“I crashed you off on purpose..because I’m jealous of you.” He says.

“I’m not going to try and force you to do anything, but I wish you didn’t hate me.” He continues, his voice gets a small hitch and he tries to keep it back.

Your eyes widen at his words, you don’t say anything, you just want to hear what he has to say in the moment.

“You’ve managed to get into my head, everytime I think about you, I’m constantly reminded of how I want to beat you but at the same time I just can’t get the thought of you out of my head.” Max continues, it was clear he really did like you and wasn’t going to try and deny it this time, if he did he would be fooling both of you.

“You’ve managed to get under my skin and that really bothers me, but I still like you for some reason.”

Max’s eyes look away for a second, it felt weird letting you know how he felt.

It was strange for him, being able to express his feelings and talk about them.

“I don’t know what it is, I just like you, I’ve tried to fight against it but it doesn’t work.” He continues, his voice grows just that bit more quiet as he continues talking. “I thought maybe if I got you to hate me- that it would solve it..” He adds on.

“Max- I feel the same..” You say, finally speaking up. “I’ve liked you since karting..but you did everything to ruin my career- to ruin my chances..yet I still managed to love you…”

“I don’t get it, I hate you but I don’t at the same time” You mumble out.

The way Max stares at you is almost as if he had completely forgotten how to breathe as he listened to every single one of your words carefully. He is silent for a few moments, before leaning in closely to you.

No matter how hard he fights it, he can’t keep himself from wanting to be close to you.

“Just- just forget I said anything, okay?” You say, already regretting how much you had told him, how you opened yourself up to him.

Max lets out a deep sigh, a small bit of his breath tickling your face, “I won��t.” He replies, he was going to see this through this time. He wouldn’t let you hide your true feelings for him any longer.

“You said you can’t help but love me, right schatz?” Max says, getting even closer to you to test you.

“Please Max, please just forget it..” You say, pressing yourself back closer against the door.

“Answer my question schatze” Max said, he was being more stubborn than ever at this point. He wasn’t letting you back down so easily this time.

“You can’t help but love me, can you?”

“Yes..” You mumble out softly, avoiding eye contact with him.

Max’s breath hitches again and he leans in even closer. He places a hand on your chin to move your head towards his, your faces were almost completely touching.

He whispers into your ear, “Then I guess you can’t resist me, can you Y/n?”

You internally roll your eyes at his words, even in a moment like this he couldn’t help but be full of himself. “Why don’t you find out?” You whisper back.

Max’s hand moves further up your head, his fingers touching your cheek as his other hand slides around your waist.

He can hear your breaths quicken as he leans in and he smiles as he feels you get even slightly flustered.

“Oh I think I know the answer..” He whispers softly into your ear, his lips only just touching yours.

“Just kiss me Verstappen before I change my mind..” You grumble out, rolling your eyes.

Max laughs, he moves his head back slightly so your faces are just inches away from each other.

His eyes meet yours, his body slightly moves forward as his head leans even closer to you. Your breath catches in your throat as his lips touch yours, a small smile forms on your face as your eyes flutter closed.

The next thing you know, you’re pulling him closer, making the kiss even deeper.

But of course, the door behind you swings open, thankfully Max reacts in time to stop you both from falling, but unfortunately it was obvious to the human eye what you two had been doing.

“Oh my god! I called it!” Daniel says as you and Max both pull apart. “You owe me my money Lando!” He adds on with a chuckle and smile, slapping Lando on his back.

“Ouch..yeah yeah..” Lando grumbles out, rolling his eyes at Daniel. “George and Alex are going to love this..” He says, grinning at you and Max.

“Mate shut up..” Max grumbles out, annoyed yet amused. “Can’t you let me kiss her in peace?” He adds on, snaking an arm around your waist.

At the sight Lando pretends to throw up, grabbing Daniel and dragging him away from you two.

“Don’t forget protection you rabbits!” Daniel yells, a shit eating grin on his face, happy that the plan work, happy that the hate had finally, officially, turned back to love.

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radio 🪩: I will be posting a SMAU to this series, I’m not sure when. Sorry I’ve been so lacking lately, I’ll try to post some more works! Send in any requests or anything! 💙

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astarion-approves · 8 months

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Astarion resting in the evening with a reader with chronic pain/disability pain??

Literally your writing makes me so giddy ❤️✨✨ kudos to you OP for being fantastic as descriptions and dialogue!!!!

Astarion x GN! Tav with chronic pain

Safe for work, chronic pain, gender natural reader, 3rd person, 900+ words, SPOILERS ACT ONE, short and sweet, slightly OOC Astarion, no beta, (I DON'T have chronic pain so my apologies if this is way off the mark, I hope you enjoy it.)

Read below or on AO3

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Another fireball hits your shoulder, nearly knocking you to the ground from the force of it. The other party members glance in your direction, just making sure you haven’t fallen from the attack. The Hag’s wicked laugh rings in your ears as she continues her fight, gusts of wind and more flames flying towards you.

Your body aches, the meat of your muscles shaking, each movement like a million blades being stabbed into your skin. It takes all of your effort to keep standing, each attack from Auntie Ethel bringing you closer to your knees.

Shadowheart defends against her, casting a quick healing spell in your direction – just enough to keep you on your feet.

For now.

As Gale and Shadowheart chase after the Hag you will your body to move, to follow along with them and take her down. Your breath is unsteady, pain shooting up your limbs and to every joint in your body.

“No,” you mumble, stumbling forward but managing to keep yourself standing. “Not now. Please, not now!” A flare up, the never ending pain that curses you each and every day. Something that even the tadpole can’t remove from you. Fire licks up your spin, the pain spreading and moving to control you. You fall to your knees, reaching out towards Gale and Shadowheart as they land blow after blow onto the powerful Hag.

And you can do nothing but watch.

You clench your jaw to keep yourself from screaming out in agony, to keep yourself from cursing the God’s that gave you this cruel fate. For what kind of God would ever deliver upon you the work of a Devil? You’ve made no sinful deals, no murder of the innocent, earned no curse from the evil that wanders in this world.

No–

You are simply doomed with pain that you can never evade. Pain that will chase you and consume you for the rest of your days.

“Tav,” Astarion is next to you, his hand on your back, sweeping up and down your spine with as much gentleness as he can muster. “Are you alright?”

You shake your head, the battle carrying on just in front of you. Shadowheart cries out as she’s hit in the stomach, Gale jumping to help her off the ground just as another ball of fire is cast in their direction.

“Astarion–” you gasp as the pain takes over, finally pulling you into the ground.

Astarion shushes you, his hand leaving your back and instead carefully lifting you from the ground and into his arms. He rushes from the battlefield, placing you down behind a thick tree truck, a soft smile across his lips. “Now, you just stay right here. I will be right back after we’ve taken down this nasty little Hag. Rest.”

And then he’s gone, the twang of his bow being shot over and over lulling you into a deep sleep.

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You wake with a groan, blinking your eyes as you stare up into a deep red fabric that hangs above you. Slowly, you sit up, hissing at your body stings all over. You look around you, books thrown about and a large assortment of pillows all over the ground.

Astarion’s tent. Then that means–

“Ah, no, stay right where you are,” Astarion said as he waltzed into the tent, carrying a bundle of fabric in his arms. “Lie back down, darling; before I make you.”

“The battle–”

“Is over, and we all survived. Goodie.”

“Mayrina-”

“Alive and well. Now, hush,” Astarion said and gently pushed on your shoulder, forcing you to lie back down. He sat down beside you, opening the fabric he held before and revealing a large pile of ice. Astarion hummed as he laid a blanket over you and then began placing piece after piece of ice on top of you.

“Ice?” you asked.

“Hm, yes. What is the point of having a Wizard in our camp if he can’t conjure some ice for us?”

“Why are you doing this?”

Astarion raised a single brow at you, as if the answer were obvious. “You’re in pain, are you not?”

“Well, yes–”

“And while that Hag was a powerful creature, I know a fireball like that wouldn’t be enough to put you on your ass. Not normally, that is.”

“But–”

“But, nothing.” Astarion sighed and poured the rest of the ice over your legs. “Honestly, Tav. Why didn’t you tell me you were in pain sooner? I could tell that morning, you know. The way you hardly spoke as we made our way into the swamp, how you grunted just going up the steps of that gross little house, and you sighed when we walked through the mud.”

You looked away from him, ashamed. This pain, it was a weakness, one that you didn’t want the others to see… And now they all know. The fear of them leaving you behind was festering in the back of your mind.

“I care for you,” Astarion began, grabbing your attention and forcing you to stare at him with wide eyes. “Probably… more than I should… since you’re keeping secrets from me.” He sighed and reached over, flicking you in the forehead. “So, the next time you’re in pain, just tell me. Please? I’ll carry you on my back if I have to.”

You snorted. “I can’t ask you to do that.”

“Nonsense,” he replied and waved you off. “Besides, it would just be another excuse to have you close.”

“... So, you care about me?”

Astarion laughed. “Of course I do, but don’t make me confess to you while you’re here lying in agony.”

You pouted. “Astarion–”

“Another time,” he whispered and leaned down, giving you a little kiss on your forehead. “I promise.”

“Fine.”

“Now that that’s settled,” Astarion held his hands up, wiggling his fingers. “Which foot should I begin my massage on?”

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witchslove · 2 years

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okay so i’ve got a request for stepmom!wanda x reader 🤭

maybe wanda seducing/the other way around or just like kinda dark!stepmom!wanda making reader lay on her chest and eventually suck her nipples when they’re upset or maybe stressed over school (because you know… lactation kink)

and yeah, lots of mommy kink 😵‍💫🤭

Stress Relief

Pairing: Stepmom!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Whenever you're overwhelmed, your loving stepmom is there to make it better.

Warnings: 18+ nsfw content; dark!stepmom!wanda, slight dubcon, mommy kink, lactation kink, praise kink, legal age gap, cheating, manipulation

A/N: Thank you for the request, this one kinda got away from me so I hope you enjoy! This is my first time writing stepmom Wanda and I love her so much already <3

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You always felt so relaxed in Wanda’s presence.

With her hand in your hair, long delicate fingers stroking your scalp, and your head resting on her soft chest, you felt safe.

Deadlines were kicking your ass and you were more stressed than you’d ever been, your second year at university proving to be much more vigorous than your first. Wanda practically had to drag you out of your room to watch a movie with her, not taking no as an answer despite you trying to explain how behind you were on your assignments.

She’d had enough of seeing you work yourself nearly to death, staying up half the night and accidentally skipping meals, too focused on your academics. She wasn’t mad at you for it, in fact, she admired your work ethic. You were ambitious and a perfectionist, so eager to please.

Always such a good girl.

And good girls deserved rewards. So she’d demanded that you take a break and join her in her room for a movie.

Technically she wasn’t lying; there was a movie playing in the background as she played absentmindedly with your hair. But that wasn’t the real reason she’d invited you into her bed.

About twenty minutes into the movie, she decided to put her plan into motion.

Her sweet touches and warm body molded into yours as you cuddled were enough to have you instantly relaxing into her. Right where she wanted you.

Ever since she’d met you, she thought you were a precious little thing - so sweet, so smart, so willing to help her whenever she needed it. She planned to see just how far she could push that last one.

The first time she laid eyes on you, she thought you were adorable. She felt an instant attraction to you and, luckily for her, your father made his presence around the house scarce for work reasons, leaving the two of you alone quite often.

For months she played the motherly role in your life. She made dinner, asked you about school, offered to help you with your homework, and spent time with you as much as you wanted.

Really as much as she wanted, but whatever she wanted she knew she could make you want even more. She was so good at it that most of the time whatever she wanted seemed like it was your idea in the first place and Wanda loved the fact her sweet girl was so oblivious to her intentions.

She touched you as much as possible, whether it was her hands on your waist as she moved past you, her fingertips tracing patterns into your exposed thigh during dinner, or having you curl up into her side when you watched movies. She didn’t miss the way you would always melt into her touch, knowing she had you wrapped around her finger as much as you did her.

As the movie played in the background, she tightened her grip in your hair, prompting you to lift your head the slightest bit. Before you could turn to ask if she needed to readjust, she’d already pulled down the top of her skimpy nightgown, exposing her full breasts and already hardened nipples.

When you looked at her, your eyes fell to her bare chest for a moment before you squeezed them shut and tried to cover them. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to look,” you apologized frantically. “I- I didn’t know.”

“Shh, it’s okay, moya lyubov,” Wanda cooed, removing your hand from where it covered your eyes and placing her hands on your cheeks. “You want to look, don’t you?”

Her words shocked you, making you open your eyes and meet her tender gaze. “I- I’m confused,” you mumbled, trying to read her expression for even a hint at what was happening. All you saw was adoration and a twinkle in her eyes, so alluring that you had to look away.

When you did, you were staring directly at her breasts. You knew it was wrong, but you felt your mouth begin to water at the sight of them and heat building somewhere much lower. Subconsciously, you licked your lips and Wanda smirked when she noticed. This was too easy.

“I actually think you want to do more than just look, right, detka?” she asked, setting the trap, knowing you would take the bait.

“What do you mean?” you swallowed, unsure of where to look as your eyes flitted between her face and her chest.

“I think you know what I mean, sweetheart. Go ahead, you can touch,” she said sweetly, framing her words just right to make it seem like you’d just asked her yourself if you could touch her.

When you nervously brought a hand up to cup the weight of her breast, she smiled reassuringly. You didn’t notice the smugness behind her smile as you refocused your attention below her neck.

She bit her lip to stifle a moan when your thumb brushed against her straining nipple. She arched her back the slightest bit, pushing her chest closer to your face, your breath hitching in your throat at the action.

“Can I- can I use my mouth?” you asked, your voice almost a whisper.

Wanda had never been more pleased with herself than in that moment. She hadn’t quite expected you to be so bold and ask for such a thing so quickly. She was both proud of herself and proud of you, always so compliant, always so good for her.

“Yes, angel, you can use your mouth.”

When your lips wrapped around her nipple, she bit back a whine at the sensation of your warm mouth around her sensitive bud. You latched on, suckling contentedly and laving your tongue around the stiff peak.

You were surprised when you felt warm, sweet liquid drip into your mouth. You had no idea Wanda could do this, but you couldn’t complain. The first taste of her milk had you hooked immediately, moaning as more spilled onto your waiting tongue.

“You’re doing so good drinking mommy’s milk baby,” Wanda said breathily.

Her words sent a shock straight to your core and you moaned against her flushed skin.

“Oh, someone likes that, hm?”

You were too far gone to respond, your eyelids growing heavy as her breast emptied. You switched to the other one, sucking softer and slower this time, wanting to make it last.

Her fingers threaded through your hair, moving in a steady rhythm matching that of your tongue along the underside of her nipple.

You fell asleep that way, with your mouth on her breast, her hand in your hair, and a smile on your face. It was the best sleep you’d gotten in months.

What happened that night became a routine shortly after. Whenever you were buried deep in research papers and exam flashcards, eyes burning from countless hours of studying, Wanda would be your saving grace. Your stepmom would poke her head into your room, encouraging you to take a break, and you’d wind up laying against her chest with one of her pretty nipples in your mouth and her sweet milk trickling down your throat.

Sometimes she enjoyed messing with you. In her mind, toys were meant to be played with.

One night, she’d asked you if you wanted to watch something with her and when you agreed, she put on your favorite show. It always gave you butterflies when she remembered what you liked to watch, but how could she not? You were the apple of her eye whether you knew it or not.

You expected her to solicit you into sucking her dry, like always, but she didn’t, leaving you feeling lost and confused. You hadn’t realized how much you began to rely on that as a way to de-stress until she wasn’t willingly offering it to you.

She wanted you to ask her for it yourself, to show her that you wanted her. You weren’t sure how to ask for something like that - it still felt wrong to you despite her constant reassurances that it was normal for mommies to take care of their precious angels that way.

Instead of voicing what you wanted, you nuzzled your face against her breasts, hoping she would understand.

“Aw, do you want something sweetheart?” she asked, feigning sympathy so you wouldn’t be able to tell how much she was getting off on your desperation.

“Please,” you mumbled.

“Please what? You have to tell me what you want or I won’t know how to help,” she replied tenderly.

“Can I…” you paused, not knowing how to phrase it. “Taste you? I mean like… are they full?” you asked, glancing down at her chest before meeting her eyes again, her curious look intimidating you by the second until you were unraveling. “I’m sorry, actually, I don’t know why I’m asking you that, I-”

She cut you off with a firm hand grabbing your jaw, silencing you. Her thumb came up to brush against your bottom lip, the sight of you so needy for her making her shiver.

“Of course you can, detka. All you had to do was ask.” And with that she was removing her top and pulling you close, smirking to herself as you latched on and fell asleep in her hold, all of your worries forgotten for the night.

One night, she invited you to go swimming with her, neglecting to mention that she wasn’t wearing a bathing suit under her robe and letting you find that out for yourself when she stood bare before you on the patio. She swayed her hips purposefully as she walked over to the pool, making sure to bend over and give you a delicious view as she stepped into the water.

Unable to get the vivid image of her perfect backside out of your mind, you shook your head and slowly undressed. You, unlike her, had worn a bathing suit and you decided to keep it on as your nerves followed you to the pool.

Sitting on the steps, she welcomed you in, not hesitating to pull you close to her body. With your head leaning against her arm, so close to where you longed to bury your face, you looked up at her and she simply nodded.

Your hot mouth felt amazing against her nipple, cold from the water and the nighttime air. She hummed as you ran your tongue over the bud, trying to stimulate it enough to get your reward. When nothing came out, you sucked harder, your teeth grazing her sensitive flesh and causing her to whimper.

You quickly pulled away. “Sorry,” you blurted out, your eyes wide.

“It’s okay, sweet girl. It felt good,” Wanda cooed, bringing one hand to the back of your head and the other to your hand under the water. She gently pulled your head back to her chest while moving your hand towards her aching center. “Sometimes when you drink mommy’s milk, it makes her feel tingly down here,” she explained, pressing your fingers against her pussy.

You felt the heat radiating from her core, warm and wet with something that wasn’t just the water from the pool. She guided your fingers to slide through her slick folds and you moaned against her breast at the feel of her.

That seemed to sober you up and you pulled back for a moment to speak. “This isn’t right, we’re not supposed to-”

“Quiet, detka,” she snapped coldly. “I told you I’ll always take care of you and do what’s best for you, didn’t I?” You nodded and she softened at that. “That’s right. Don’t you want to make your mommy feel good? It hurts down there.”

You nodded again, murmuring out a “yes mommy” and kissing around her breasts apologetically.

“Good girl,” she praised, making you clench your thighs together.

That night, you filled her up with your fingers while she filled you up with her milk. She came hard against the wall of the pool and you felt pride welling up within you at the beautiful sight of her in ecstasy. When you grew sleepy, she helped you inside, taking you to her room where you fell asleep on her chest.

She looked down at you fondly, knowing without a doubt that she loved you more dearly than she’d ever loved anything in her life. The love she had for your father didn’t even come close to the way she felt about you. Her heart felt whole with the knowledge that you loved her just as much, all on your own.

She may have had to coax it out of you, but flowers don’t grow where seeds aren’t planted. And in her garden, you were her favorite flower.

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ultr6violnce · 3 months

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𝙀𝙐𝙍𝙊𝙉𝙔𝙈𝙊𝙐𝙎 𝙄𝙈𝘼𝙂𝙄𝙉𝙀𝙎 ♱.

note : i have made a post similar to this but i js didn't rlly know what else to write for euro since im still not 100% comfortable writing a full like fic yet if ykwim so ya , i hope u guys like this!!

𝑺 𝑭 𝑾 .

euronymous who lets you play his guitar. ok so imagine he'd be like sat in his bedroom js like strummin' away yk n' you'd be sat next to him js watchin' as he pulled at the guitar strings creating some ghostly riffs. you'd be absolutely mesmerised before he'd stop n' offer you to play something. you'd start strummin' away but he'd end up having to guide you placin' his rough hands on top of ur soft ones cuz you'd be so confused on what you're doin' :( and he'd just guide ur fingers along the strings letting you figure out to play some soft melody.

euromous who is only a softie around you. whenever he's out in public , he'd be this dominating 'tough' guy but when it's js you two?? trust he is the biggest softie you've ever met. he'd let you put his hair up , mess around with different kinda corpse paint styles on his face , he'd even let you put bows in his hair. he'd genuinely be such a softie im curling up :(

euronymous who would dress u up in his clothes. like not even js like letting u wear his shirt. he'd like help u put on his jeans , belt , shirts , rings etc. he'd even do ur corpse paint the way you do his before a show n' would js refer to u as his little 'mini me'. it'd be so cute , he'd js like let u give him a show of u js walking around in his clothes that r most definitely way to big for u , he'd even give u a cool name like his. it would be adorable :((

euronymous who does little things like tying ur shoes or helping u with ur hair etc. you'd be ready to leave his apartment tg n' he would be all ready but then there'd be you struggling to put ur shoes on. you'd get the perfect loop before the laces would slip from ur fingers so you'd have to beg him to help tie them. obviously he wouldn't be happy ab it as he would be eager to leave but anything for you. he'd get down on one knee and start tying up ur laces for you before giving ur knee a little tap and then helping you up from his couch.

euronymous who LOVES having u at his shows. god it makes him so happy :(( he'd be so nervous especially if it was his first show and he'd be up there getting his guitar ready , before his eyes land on you. suddenly all his anxiety and nervs go away. obviously he's still a lil bit nervous than he'd care to admit especially if he'd be playing for you for the first time , scared he will mess up and scared that you'd think he was bad. but the second he does ass you and the second he notices how proud u look when he's playing , he has the biggest smile on his face. obviously he tries to hide it , he doesn't want people to know how much of a softie he is for you but he can't help it.

euronymous who practically keeps everything bottled up. he's not a kinda guy who opens up much that was til he met you. he loves staying up late with you and js having the deepest convos w u. at first he thought it was yk a little stupid but the more convos u have like that the more he finds it to help js both of u opening up to eachother ab ur problems n' js comforting eachother afterwards.

𝑵 𝑺 𝑭 𝑾 .

euronymous who makes u grind urself against him instead of doing something ab how needy u are. he will literally make u grind urself on anything no matter what it is. it could be his thigh , a pillow , even his boots for all he cares. he doesn't care how humiliated you are , he js wants to see how needy u are. he especially loves u grinding on his boots , you'd be sat there like a needy little thing , big eyes staring up at him , whilst he'd just be slightly rutting the ends of his boots against ur clit. he'd be thinking it was so amusing , just rested back chuckles leaving his lips as he just watches u squirm , n' rutt against his boots like a needy pup.

euronymous w a wax kink. you'd been pissing him off all day , whining on and on about irrelevant shit that he js didn't wanna hear. he'd told u a million times to js stop and give him space but u wouldn't. so that js ended u up in a worse situation , face down , ass up , tears streaming down ur cheeks as he js spanks at ur ass relentlessly before getting an idea , the burning candle nearby catching his eye and without u noticing he takes it and begins to drip the burning hot wax all over ur ass. obviously he'd be gentle with it (maybe) js only dripping little bits on at first , ur moans n' sobs js echoing throughout his apartment.

euronymous who doesn't want u with anyone else. you'd been w some guy. some nobody in his eyes. you'd been w him for a while. but in euro's eyes you'd been taken from him , before this 'nobody' came alone u both were so close , but now it was like whenever he saw u , u wouldn't speak no nothing. your attention would be on that guy. that was til euro finally got u n' opened his big mouth. tellin' u stuff on how you would only be getting hurt n' how he "saw" this guy with other girls. and that's when it ended u up , bouncing on his cock. taking him whole inside u , letting his cock fill u up completely. he'd made u believe all his sweet lies to the point where you'd actually fucked him. js letting ur pussy swallow his cock all the way in , every single inch. all because he couldn't stand to see someone else have you.

euronymous with a public kink. god that man would fuck infront of anyone anywhere. if he could he'd have you bent over infront of his crowd whilst he performs js fucking u to oblivion. he will literally fuck in public bathrooms , if you ever went out somewhere for like lunch and oh so "unfortunately" there wouldn't be another seat he'd have you perched on his , before he'd subtly take out his cock , n' just slip it inside u. slowly guiding u on his cock , his face pressed against ur back as he hushes u to not make any kind of noise that would draw ppl to know what you were doing.

euronymous who doesn't care if ur his bestfriends sister. you were jan's sister , jan had made it clear to him many times when he'd catch him staring at u that you were off limits. but that didn't stop euronymous. you'd come by the store and was looking for something , jan and the others were out somewhere so it was js you and euronymous. alone. he'd slowly js kinda get a conversation with you , js talking ab music and then before you knew it he'd be talking to u ab how much he needed to be inside you. fucking u relentlessy against the counter , he'd even closed down the store so he could js fuck you. your face would be pressed against the surface whilst his cock is balls deep in ur pussy , he didn't even feel bad. he'd needed u for so long and he'd do anything to get you even if it went going behind his bestfriends back.

euronymous n' faust spitroasting. at first you wouldn't be to sure. you'd always say that if u were to fuck anyone it would always be ur boyfriend. no one else. not even a threesome. that was til euronymous introduced you to faust one of his bestfriends. you'd try to convince urself you didn't want both of them. euronymous was ur boyfriend and you'd always said you stay loyal to him and js fuck him. clearly that was a lie as you now had ur mouth engulfing faust's cock and you had euronymous balls deep in ur pussy. both of them taking u like a fresh piece of meat. drool dripping down ur chin as you tried to take faust's whole cock , whilst ur hands would be gripping ur sheets as you'd try not to cum so quickly as euronymous would js be balls deep , fucking into u like an animal.

a/n : that's all i could cook up for this!! i hope it's good enough , very sorry it's not as good as i wanted it to be im js very very out of it atm but i promise the next thing I've got coming will be better!! love u guysss <3

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for the nsfw alphabet thing, could I get uuhhh...

Kaeya with A, E, I and M? please?

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"you have summoned KAEYA for the event . . ."

A/N : kaeya >< kaeya ^_^ kaeya （＾∀＾●）ﾉｼ

✦ㅤㅤA = aftercare (what he’s like after sex, what he needs from his partner)

skin-to-skin is an absolute must for kaeya. even if the sex was clothed, he'd need to have your skin against his in the aftermath of it. while he is a sucker for the clothed dom/naked sub dynamic, kaeya needs you to strip down once he's cum and hold him close against you. it's a reminder for his fucked-silly brain that you're there, you're here, and you're not leaving him. the touch, however, is just as much for him as it is for you ! he understands how his partner needs that aftercare, too (aftercare is a two way street, fellas !)

at the end of the day, all kaeya needs is you (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

✦ㅤㅤE = experience (how experienced is he? does he know what he's doing?)

ever since i saw that one person—goodness knows who, i've long forgotten—say that kaeya was all confidence and flirtation until someone reciprocated, in which case he'd become a weak-kneed, blush-y mess, it has been floating around in the back of my mind forever. he's the picture-perfect image of a man so confident and sure in himself only as a façade. when you've finally got him in your bed, he's left unmoored in this new unknown.

his experience, therefore, is rather limited. he knows how to pleasure himself, and he knows what feels good for him—but another person? he has only ideas, only the talk of his drinking buddies to go off of. all he knows is that with you, in such an intimate setting and vulnerable place, he is safe; he is safe to admit that he does not know. not knowing does not equate to a bad lay at all.

✦ㅤㅤI = intimacy (how is he during the moment? the romantic aspect !)

kaeya's romantic flirtations are absolutely not for show; however, they are partially . . . flipped, for a lack of better word. it's not that he's not romantic—always holding you somehow, lips parted on soft moans to whisper about how terribly much he loves you—, but it's that he's silent, in the return of his affection. telling you, "i love you," is as easy as breathing; yet to lay himself before you and dole out your own love, your own love you's—it's mind-boggling.

his eyes—eyes, because he will bare himself wholly—will be looking up at you all doe-like and vulnerable, asking, without words, "really?" and, yeah, really: really really. intimacy is all he truly wants—that, and you, of course.

✦ㅤㅤM = motivation (what turns him on and really gets him going)

mmm this man's biggest turn-on is your possession. he is wholly yours, and he loves the reminder. from resting your open palm against the small of his back to simply threading your fingers into his, so-gently holding the very hands so capable of destruction and harm—he loves it all (and so does his cock. in public or not, the warmth from your hand pressing over him seems to head straight to the ache n' pulse between his thighs).

and, god, don't get him started on a possessive thigh grab . . . sittin' next to him at dinner or whatever, even a meeting, and placin' your palm all broad n' heavy and oh-so warm across the fat of his thigh ! even through his pants, he'd be able to sense all the dips and bumps of your hand, each of your fingers tapping against him almost absentmindedly. you could very well keep your hands to yourself, but the knowledge that you want to be close to him, to remind him that he's yours in even the most mundane . . . mmm. it gets him so, so hard and even downright sticky-wet in his boxers. each time it happens, know that our sweet kaeya's resisting the urge to pull you into a secluded office to really give you a way to make him <3

this one feels shorter than the other ones ,, oh well. remember that i'm writing for my own enjoyment !

#ㅤ✦【 EVENT 】#i love love love kaeya so much <333 #my c5 double-crowned bf #ლ⁠(⁠^⁠o⁠^⁠ლ⁠)#alphabet #sub genshin #genshin smut #sub kaeya #kaeya smut #dom reader

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