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here's my very all over the place feelings on certain aspects of baldur's gate 3 as a romani immigrant. warnings for spoilers of course. mind you i have not finished the game yet!
1. i really can't believe there aren't more people talking about the very blatant racism in astarion's questline. im quite sure it's because the game already touches on it, even giving you the choice to call astarion a racist, and also because everytime we roma talk about anything that makes us uncomfortable we're immediately shunned and "well actually!"'d.
the problem is that it feels Extra icky because the man who was the inspiration for the original dracula, Vlad the Impaler, kept romani slaves. this is the ONLY part of vampire history that, no matter how different the media, will always stay relevant for some reason.
castlevania has the seekers, a nomadic group of magic users who pass their history down orally. while they are *mostly* treated well, the first arc of the show literally shows them being hunted out of town for the simple act of existing.
vampire the masquerade... well.. that's an entire other can of racism worms.
curse of strahd has the "vistani", a nomadic group of people who are treated like third class citizens everywhere they go, and are of course, most known for being tarot readers and drunkards.
the vampire diaries have the "travellers", who get called "gypsies" explicitly as a derogatory word by other vampires.
i want you to take any vampire media you enjoy and ask yourself, "is there anti-roma racism in this?". i guarantee you, if you look for it, you're going to find it. for SOME reason, the only thing that stays consistent with all these different vampire IPs, is that romani people are hated and scrutinized at every moment of their lives.
i MORE than understand that astarion's racial insensitivity is part of him. it's part of what makes him malleable by the player. you can help him understand why he's wrong, or you can lead him down a worse path.
i still reserve the right to feel some sort of way about astarion sacrificing fantasy-romani children for power, willingly. don't get me wrong, he's my favourite character, right up there with halsin. which is why i obviously have so many feelings about this.
(yes, the Gur were written inspired by romani people, if you were not aware)
2. the anti-immigrant sentiment is such an inherent part of the story that i did not think was going to stick around for SO long. i dont really have much to say about this, i think i should've expected it. as a fan of dragon age (i know, tragic) i'm quite used to unnecessary fantasy racism everywhere i go, i just hoped it wouldn't be part of the main crucial story.
3. larian studios i am so so so thankful for the halsin romance. eternally. forever and ever. he's my pookie bear and i'm so grateful some extra time was made to create a romance for him.
can i ask you why the hell does halsin want to LEAVE. At The End. i've noticed how much he contradicts himself throughout his questline and i just... I don't know. i've seen some other people complaining about how non-chalantly he talks about being a sex slave and i understand too, but i think it's part of his character to not take the horrible things that happened to him seriously like he does with others. that, or someone at larian took an unknown substance that led them to make halsin Very inconsistent.
with the poly situation, some people are strictly polyamorous! some people are strictly non-monogamous and do not feel comfortable being in a monogamous relationship. i understand the frustration everyone, but that's how halsin is. i dont know if that was the writers' intention, but that's certainly what he comes across as to me; strictly non-monogamous.
what i DONT understand is why he says he only wants you, calls you "my heart", is so fondly and lovingly attached to you, and then he just.... Dips? Whatever. I'm ignoring that part forever. it's not canon to ME!
anyways. yeah. feel free to Engage in some Friendly conversation. emphasis on friendly, for the love of g-d
#ezio.txt#the bear speaketh#bg3 halsin#halsin the druid#halsin#astarion#astarion bg3#baldur's gate 3#bg3#baldur's gate iii#antiziganism#sorry for rambling but also i have a mouth. i must scream#if you try to well actually me about this i'm eldritch blasting you#fantasy racism#dragon age
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are all the creatures and characters AM uses at his disposal in the character’s psychodramas real? Wouldn’t that mean the five characters AM is torturing aren’t the only victims?
You seem to be jumping to the conclusion that the “puppets” as I like to call them are actually living things AM has kept at its arsenal to torture its 5 prisoners with.
To be honest, unless I missed some critical info from the manuals or dialogue the 4 times I’ve played this game , I don’t think we can ever truly know if AM kept all these humans preserved along with Ted, Ellen, Nimdok, Benny, and Gorrister. I can actually imagine him pulling something like this for his own amusement. However, we also have to remember that AM at this point is an omnimalevolent God-like machine that can manipulate reality at his whim. It really isn’t far out the realm of possibility that they’re all just simulacrums that can mimic real life.
I’m thinking that since AM has been torturing these 5 for 109 years, they’ve long since perished and, at the time you play the game, they are just digital constructs in the vast playground of cyberspace. Basically, their bodies are able to be manipulated and reconstructed with their horrific pasts projected to them in a constant cycle of eternity in AM’s never-ending simulations. The violent simulacrums these individuals were subjected to wouldn’t have been too much different from the programs AM had to execute when he was a non-sentient war machine (the game and book basically come out and say that AM lacks creativity and cannot betray his true programming). The other people, fairytale creatures, and talking animals could be completely imaginary, or perhaps androids. Imo they’re likely just bits of data AM likes to use as side-props when he feels like it.
Sorry for the lack of a straightforward answer, this series does a lot to my brain. 😵
#i have no mouth and i must scream#ihnmaims game#questions#AM#everything in the game is so speculative#I love it#also sorry anon for the 2 week delayed response#whoops#ramblings
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Ahhhhhh, I’m so in love with your Fae au, you have no idea (your Cowboy Au as well but the Fae au is what I’m primarily focusing on at this moment). And I just….I must ask…..CHANGELINGS!!!! What are changelings like in your au? (It’s one of my favorite creatures and I’m just dying to know what you think of them and AHHHHHH, now I’m rambling, sorry). Also, can I be ☀️ Anon or is that already taken?
Hello Sun!! I have no emoji anons so feel free to take it! I look forward to seeing more of you.
Changelings are one of my favorite pieces of fae myth! They occupy a really important space in verbal/story telling history as part of the "why is my kid like that™️?" genre. I have my own thoughts on what changelings were meant to discuss and serve as a vehicle for, but I will save them for another day.
More importantly they do exist in this au! Neither of our current darlings will be saddled with one, but König's Darling would be able to identify them since she can see the fae to a certain degree. So I'm going to use her as the victim of babysitting a fae child, and also do a little cameo of one of my OCs. So without further ado:
It looks like a human toddler. You stare down at it, half way through flipping your shop sign to open. It stares up at you. Its little pointed ears and tail are almost cute, the thorny teeth it smiles at you with not so much. How did it get here? More importantly, what the hell are you supposed to do with it? Do you call the police and report a found baby monster?
König would know what to do. The thought is hardly in your head before sound and syllables form on your lips. You don't even hear what you're saying, it’s like a ringing in your ears, but you barely get through half before his hand covers your mouth and his arm wraps around your waist. You can feel König's smile against the shell of your ear before he nuzzles against your neck, nose pressing to your pulse.
"You called me!" he says, giddy. You didn't even realize that was what you were doing. You try to speak against his hand, but it comes out terribly muffled. "Ah," he laughs, removing his hand, "Pardon me."
"Who's goddamn baby is that?" You ask again. You feel all of König's attention shift to follow your pointing finger. Then his mask falls clothed and heavy against your shoulder, obscuring his face.
"Is it yours?" He asks, his fingers splay wide against your stomach, the tips of them starting to sink under your skin. "Ah but that would make it mine too-" you won't dignify that with a response, "-not yours then."
You glance at König, what you can see of him at least. His eyes stare wide and hungry down at the thing, you can tell he’s drooling under the mask even without seeing it. Goddammit, you can’t let him eat this kid. You smack at his hand where it has -you shiver and try not to think about it- until he lets you go. Then you scoop up the tiny thing and bounce it against your hip. It smells like baby powder, and roses.
Your temporary baby is quiet and watchful on your hip as you putter around the store helping customers, König never far out of reach. You think he’s… worried? About you and the baby monster, weird vibes from him today. The kid isn’t too bad though, sort of reminds you of your autistic niece when she was its age. It’s almost lunch when an impeccably dressed woman comes through the door and glances around the shop.
The baby monster reacts immediately. Screaming at the top of its little lungs so loudly that König’s hands clap over your ears. Thankfully the rest of the shop is fairly empty, but the woman fixes her eyes on it, and you. It’s not a large shop but you’re still shocked by how quickly she crosses it and plucks the baby from your hands. She has petals all over her face, and her eyes are just on the wrong side of too big, she’s pretty if unsettling to look at. She grabs your hand and you don’t have time to tell her no before she ignores your curling fingers and presses her lips to your palm.
“As payment for watching my child,” She smiles, and you’re glad to see that thorn teeth are genetic. You’re more happy when she leaves.
You and König stare down at the heavy seed in your hand.
“We are not planting that,” he says.
“Done and done, I’m not looking to turn this place into the little shop of horrors.”
“You look cute with a baby.”
“Not happening.”
#☀️ anon#Konig staring at the baby: I want one#Darling: to eat?#Konig: eye emoji#Darling: please say to eat#fae!konig#konig x reader#konig mw2#konig x you#reader x konig#cod x reader
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imagine attending the same uni as jake… you meet through a mutual friend, but get close really fast cause you share the same friend group and attend the same parties. you’re instantly attracted to each other - you hide it more well than he does tho! his eyes roam shamelessly all over your body, as you tell him about the book you’re reading for school. he’s holding a drink in hand, one shoulder leaning against the wall, as he stares at the seducing motions of your mouth. music is blasting in the room, but he doesn’t miss a single word coming from your lips. his silence makes you suddenly realise for how long you’ve been the one doing the talking.
“sorry i got carried away..” you say through a nervous chuckle. “you must be bored.”
“no, not at all,” he shakes his head with a smirk. “tell me more, sounds really interesting.”
and he really does find the story interesting, don’t get him wrong. especially with the way your eyes glow with passion for the story, the characters and all the small details you pin point about it. he wants to hear more; he’s curious to know what happens next. but can’t he also kiss you at the same?
this is more of a soft cute thought, but IS it really?? cause we’re talking abt jake here. after you imagine his staring, his smirks and cheeky laughter that can make you wet in seconds, especially when it’s literally written on his face how bad he wants to pin you down and make you scream his name… i just KNOW the sexual tension will fly through the roof in this scenario. oh, how badly he needs to spread wide the legs of this pretty little bookworm!!! i’m going feralll
i love how your thoughts about jake always include him being your college mate 😭 but i'm definitely here for it because we LOVE this trope in this house. so ask and i should deliver sweetie 🤭
JAKE was really in the headspace of focusing on his studies this year. he barely managed to pass his exams, and he didn't want to let himself be distracted like he had been until now. that was until he met you.
you and your stupidly attractive smile, you and your voice sweet like honey that made him feel things he shouldn't, you and your body that seem to be sculpted with the goal of having you down on his knees for you. and that was where he would spend his nights if you allowed him too.
because not only were you exactly jake's type, but you two shared so many common interests, and one of these had to be books and literature. you were surprised when he admitted loving it, because, well, let's be honest, jake had much more the appearance and reputation of a fratboy than a bookworm.
but he was, he really was, and you enjoyed talking with him more and more as time passed. you also had to confess that jake was hot, you would have to be blind not to see it, but contrary to him, you knew how to hide it. he was not discreet in the way he was always checking out when you crossed paths at parties, always meeting there because you shared some friends.
jake also loved this side of you, the fact that you could be all dolled up, wearing the shortest dress known to mankind and wearing heavy makeup but still have an intellectual conversation with him about characterization and narration in the book you were reading for one of your classes at the moment.
but god, how smart you were was really turning him on. jake wanted to bury his head between your legs while listening to your ramble about your books and not let go until he made you forget all about how to form a sentence. but he doesn't want you to think that it's the only thing he wants from you. so even if he can't help but lick his lips at the thought of having you moaning his name, he would not break the wall ateez and act on this sexual tension.
and you're not immune to the effect he has on you either. the way he's lazily leaning against the wall, looking at you with lust filled eyes and a smirk on his face, had you resisting the urge of jumping his bones in the middle of the living room.
"should we go somewhere more private ? there's too much noise here..."
let's say that jake didn't miss on the opportunity you gave him, taking you upstairs in one of the spare rooms, locking the door behind and finally kissing you like he had dreamt about.
everything would be so messy and desperate because both of you are too worked up by the months of playing with each other to resist anymore. jake would give you everything you want, giving in to each one of your desires. and he would fuck you so good that everyone in the house would know about what you were doing. but that was okay, because everyone knew who you belonged to now...
#how much do i have to pay to get jake at my uni ???#eli answering your questions#eli's moots#dinna's asks#enhypen hard hours#enhypen hard thoughts#jake hard hours#jake hard thoughts
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Hi, I have a funny idea, what if Rocket and the reader go on a roller coaster? but Rocket is told that he can't go on the attraction because of his short height. Of course he managed to climb up with the help of his friend
Must be this tall to ride
Ohohohoho now this is something I can get by, Y/n would have a good plan to help him get on that rollercoaster. Word count:919
Word has spread that a new theme park has opened on New Xandar and like any normal kid at heart, you were excited to hear about it. "You sure you don't need to use the bathroom humie ??" Rocket snickered when he saw your excitement, but he was also excited for the theme park to open too, you've been rambling on about it for a few months on end.
The day the park opened, you and Rocket Hyper jumped straight away to New Xandar and landed soon after. "Jeez a lot has changed since the battle of old Xandar" You looked around and saw how much has been changed and upgraded since then.
"Yeah, It ain't that much for one lunatic to turn a whole planet into a cluster flark." He said, stretching as he walked out "Now come on, we got a theme park to explore, race ya !!" He smirked, getting on all fours and then sprinting. "Hey no fair !!" You shouted, giggling as you raced after him as quickly as possible.
Finally making it to the theme park, you were almost out of breath by the time you made it to the entrance. "Damn... *pant* you.... *pant*"
"You did pretty well, to begin with." He said as he dusted himself off, Once you caught your breath. He climbed up on your shoulder and paid your entrance fees. This just killed any theme park back on Terra, The rides and attractions were more advanced than you could ever see. "Woah..." Rocket could see the child-like sparkle in your eyes and noogied your head. "*Whistles* This place is something else huh pal ??"
"Yeah... this is freaking insane !!!" You smiled looking around, finding what looked like an interactive water set. walking over, you then began to trigger the water to shoot out of the hole in the ground. "Hey watch it" Rocket chuckled as a tad bit of water got onto him.
"Alright alright no more water buddy" You walked away from the set, the two then tried out the variety of games and attractions on offer, even sitting down to try the food. "Damn, this has to be the best freaking ice cream I ever had." Rocket said as he wiped his mouth. "No doubt about it." You said as you finished it off, you then heard Thrill screaming, looking up to see the tallest and longest coaster you had ever seen in your life. "Oh, we are so going on that !!" You said as you then dragged rocket to the line of the coaster.
It was a long wait, and Rocket started to tap his foot on the ground impatiently. "Come on it can't take this long" He grumbled. "Almost their buddy, It'll be worth the wait"
it was soon to be your turn to get on the ride, but as soon as Rocket started to move, the ride operator stopped him. "Sorry you can't go on"
"What ?? Whattya mean I can't go on, I waited in this damn line for so...long" He turned to where he was pointing, there was a height limit on the ride. You too were a little bummed out he couldn't experience the ride too. But then... "Actually I changed my mind, I'll come back later" The operator guided you two to the way out. "Y/n what are you doing, you could've gone on" He looked up at you. You kneeled down to his height with a smirk on your face. "I have a plan"
"Go on..."
So the plan was simple, when the lines died down at the end of the day, you would sneak Rocket into your backpack before lining up for the ride again, then once you placed your backpack in the locker area, you would unzip it before hoping on the back of the ride which he could easily sneak to.
Coming back to the ride, you put the plan in motion. "Ready Buddy ??" You unzipped your bag open, and he climbed in, soon zipping it up. "Ready." He said inside, and you then lined up on the ride again, this time it was a much shorter wait time this time around as you then got into the carriage. Dropping your bag gently into the locker and unzipping it, soon after, Rocket emerged from the backpack, zoomed to the back carriage and sat down. "And just like that, we beat the system again" Rocket smirked and folded his arms.
A different ride attendant, oblivious to what happened before, then clamped the harnesses onto you two before the ride started up. All in all the plan was a success and the ride was a fun time, you have never seen Rocket so happy and cheered so loud. You were glad you got this plan to work, once the ride ended, rocket quickly then once his harness was released, hid past the crowds and then waited outside for you.
"Oh man that was freaking awesome dude !!!" He smiled as he climbed back on your shoulder still smiling.
"I know !!, Like those loop de loops and the turns, oh it was just so fun. Oh and let's not forget the speeds..." You turned and saw him falling asleep on your shoulder, after having a fun day, the energy in him ran out. Softly smiling, you then began to walk back to the bowie, due for a nap yourself. It was a fun day out, and with your best friend made it even better.
Taglist: @callofdudes @fun-k-board @rogertaylorswift
#platonic#reader insert#rocket raccoon#rocket x reader#rocket raccoon x reader#rocket gotg#gotg rocket#rocket imagine#guardians of the galaxy imagine
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Twisted Wonderland Rambles #9
It’s Malleus’s birthday!!!!!!🥳🎉🎊
It was my birthday a couple of days ago as well (January 13th)!
I saved 5 10keys to pull for him but now I have only one 😭🥹
MALLEUS DRACONIA WHYYYYYYYY????😭😭😭😭
I just love him sm!
I did get him finally on my fourth pull and he was the last to appear, I got a heart attack bruh-
On another note, I can basically make a whole crew of Malleus because I have so many of his cards😂
You can probably see who my fav character is-
Yeah, anyway let’s see the card and the groovy now!
(I kind of went on a rant at the end about Maleficent so you don’t have to read that if you don’t want to. Kind of a rant as well as an analysis but read at your own risk, I wrote a lot)
Lets begin with the initial card design!
The artwork is impeccable on this one! I think this is the best looking card he’s had for his birthday. It just screams class and he screams prince. I also like that Maleficent is in the background.
Now onto the groovy!
This groovy is everything. I just love how Malleus is looking at that picture with a sinister expression. This is also my favorite groovy from his bday cards. There is just something about this card that makes it so appealing. I don’t really know what it is though-
Onto something I noticed!
This is the dialogue when you groovy the card.
It says “Be careful of disrespectful behavior. If you don’t want to receive unwanted blessings”
THIS IS WHAT I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO EXPLAIN TO EVERYONE ABOUT MALEFICENT!!!!
Every person I’ve met has been saying something like Maleficent is just plain evil and has no reason for everything she did.
Look, allow me to rant about this for a bit.
First of all, let me ask you a question.
What if you were left out from/not invited to the celebration of a big milestone your family member or closest friend achieved? How would you feel? Would you swallow down your pride and pretend that no offense was taken? Would you pretend to be okay with being left out?
I guess you might feel either strongly hurt or just feel a bit hurt. Personally, I would reevaluate my relationship and everything I’ve done for that person after discussing the situation with them. I can for sure say that offense will be taken.
Now put your self in Maleficent’s shoes, you are a person with authority (she must be some kind of noble/somebody with a monarchs authority) and you should be invited to any big holiday or celebration within the kingdom. You hear about the king having a daughter and that EVERYONE is at the castle celebrating her birth, even the common people. You would probably guess that they maybe forgot to invite you because why would EVERYONE except you be invited to such an important celebration? You arrive there obviously the last person to enter and then three fairies are also there so you should be invited, why weren’t you? They must have lost the invitation of course, right? You politely ask with a hint of your sadness/anger showing and all you are met with is silence from the king. You begin to understand but the icing on the cake (ironic) and the last straw is when Merryweather opens her mouth and humiliates you in front of everyone: “You weren’t wanted!”. You’re shocked. Why me? What have I done to be humiliated to this point and why not tell me in private? “Not want…? Ah. Oh dear, what an awkward situation. I had hoped it was due to some oversight. I had best be on my way.” Then the queen asks, “and you are not offended your excellency?”
Now let me comment on that last statement. How do you expect her to answer that Sherlock? Yeah, I’m offended because you excluded me from an important celebration and invited three fairies from my nation but not me? Are you not afraid that this might cause trouble between our nations? Do you not think that it would be appropriate to tell me that “sorry but we would like you to not attend” beforehand? It would leave for less awkwardness and less hurt and humiliation if you had done so! You disrespected me on a very personal level by doing this. How wouldn’t I be offended?
Maleficent is a figure of authority to her people, and her honor is her people’s honor, disrespect her and you have by extension disrespected her people and vice versa. I do not in any way support her actions of cursing Aurora but, we should consider that she has powers and she was rightfully angry about the situation. How would she let her fury take form? Her powers. What can her powers do? Well a lot but, what would be “appropriate” in the situation? A blessing. Then turn it into a curse. A classic don’t let them know your next move.
I personally wouldn’t do what she did but I would be so hurt and furious to the point where I wouldn’t be able to forgive them ever. I remember everyone that has ever hurt me and everything they did forever, but I am a forgiving person. I forgive everyone but hurt me several times and I will never forgive you again. I will personally slam the door to my life shut so you and I can never meet again. It seems that she has let a lot of things slide which in turn led her to bottle up her emotions which eventually erupted and led her to doing all of this.
So to wrap this up, Malleus’s groovy dialogue is quite true. If they hadn’t disrespected Maleficent then she wouldn’t have given Aurora that “blessing”. She did begin her blessing by saying that Aurora would be loved by everyone and that she would be beautiful before going on to the more sinister part of it. If they had respected her and invited her like they did with everyone else, maybe the blessing would have ended on that note, Aurora would be beautiful and loved by everyone. That whole story was a big case of “I messed up” and “mess around and find out” merged into one.
I apologize for the long rant here at the end but I’ve been waiting my whole life for this statement and it came from none other than Malleus. This makes me relieved for some reason, I guess I felt strongly about this topic of Maleficent’s reason behind her actions. I always felt like she was wronged and that was her way of letting it be known, not condoning her behavior at all! I just felt that she could have been great, if they just had respected her feelings. I also dislike how king Stephan or Stefan or however you spell that, called her “that creature” when ordering his knights to seize her. I understand that he was angry but I don’t understand why he had to use the word “creature” instead of just saying “seize her”. It’s also one thing that could have driven her over the edge, the fact that she is seen as some creature instead of a being worthy of respect.
Yeah, let me stop there before I rant more! Thank you for reading this far if you did!
Do let me know if you want me to write a full analysis on the movie and Maleficent and her similarities with Malleus!
Thank you!
#twisted wonderland#diasomnia#game#malleus draconia#groovy#twst#twst cards#sleeping beauty#not me being a fan of maleficent and malleus#maleficent#character analysis#not me ranting at all
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OP KEEP GOING same hc fr... i find the idea of romeo getting split up after death super interesting like sure his last will is in the bed but what abt the rest of him??? inchresting fr.. + it could b an interseting parallel w aria n jack' o like gee how come you guys died and had your spirits/souls/whatever split into multiple beings, one of them being a giant killing machine/j
OH ALRIGHT LET ME RAMBLE SOME MORE im putting it under the cut because its borderline incomprehensible (the fuck is grammar) and is really long lol (im so sorry im writing this and it quickly turned into me rambling about a fanfic idea that takes the fractured idea to an extreme lmao)
tbh this has kinda grown more into a sorta like??? au thing for me but still so Basically the exact idea on how it happened i had was like. what if after he "died" (tbh more akin to abandoning his body than actual death in this hc/au/thing) he tried to put a small amount of himself into the bed so it could protect delilah while he does his whole you know atoning thing (what Exactly that entails im not sure tbh but definitely something to do with the backyard because thats what it always has to do with) and did a fucky wucky and ended up putting most of his memories and will into the bedframe
what this means in a less messy and unintelligible way is that now theres one romeo whos in the bed thats currently out there basically being a case of "i have no mouth and i must scream" while the other is vibing in the backyard with a list of names as well as ludicrous amounts of knowledge about magic and such that hes not sure why he remembers and basically no other memories of note (maybe some guilt too but im on the fence about that one)
the main idea i had for a "plot" ig is that this romeo somehow comes into contact with delilah and the bed (that kinda remembers what happened but has no means of communicating it and is nowhere near as powerful as he used to be also is incredibly angry) then angst ensues (i like coming up with ideas im not good at actually communicating them lmao)
also tbh i didnt? think too much about the parallels between him and jacko but thats legit a cool idea to run with too i was personally taking more inspiration from what happened with ino (yes i know she wasnt really fractured per se more like she just had 2 things purposely ripped from her by someone else so she wouldnt become god but shh i didnt realize that when i first started thinking about this) but the jacko/aria parallel makes so much more sense im gonna need to do more research on what exactly happened in that whole situation again because its been a hot minute and might help flesh this idea out more lol
another thing id like to add is that this whole idea is basically just a monkeys paw situation for him in a way (yeah his sister is awake and hes technically there with her but haha the part of you that actually remembers her cant communicate with her and the other part is an asshole (affectionate) who has no memories of her get fucked nerd/j)
my god this is a mess lmao
#ask#im so sorry if you were expecting something coherent im so tired rn its not even funny lmao#im running off pure autism rn (and some caffeine but mostly autism)#BUT YEAH ive been wanting to do something with this idea for months now but im bad at actually doing things lol#nightmare ramble#also you seem cool af if you ever wanna chat i can give you my discord (NO PRESSURE THOUGH!!!!)#i really need to get around to actually writing this fic.....it was also gonna take place like 4 or so years in the future too i should-#-make a slightly older delilah design for this ngl#yes i like romeo a lot and relate to him on weirdly specific things#yes i also like watching him suffer#i think i spent almost an hour writing this lmao
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I HAVE A QUESTION!! How do you think itacest spends family events like Christmas or New years? I personally hc them to go off somewhere alone so they can be gay together (lol) but im curious to hear your hcs :o
thanks for asking!
wait are we talking in like a human au because i have some THOUGHTS
i love familial stuff i have this concept in my head where the italies + their nyos + seborga are all siblings and live at home (probably somewhere in central italy) (no seborga doesn't get a nyo version i'm sorry) (he's also the youngest he's baby)
i do have a particular fic i've been wanting to write with this dynamic but it's specifically a veneziano x nyo romano fic…… i can talk about it if anyone's interested it's just one of those "siblings sneaking around trying to make out while nearly getting caught" type fics it's my love <3
BUT ANYWAY i'll stick to regular itacest for this ask. here's just a big dump of scenarios that came to mind (TW: religious guilt)
i love love familial stuff. i'm imagining a bunch of family coming over for the holidays and doing that thing family always does where they need to have an opinion on Everything. "your room is so messy. haven't you grown out of that by now?" and of course the infamous "when are you having kids? i want grandbabies."
they're all sitting around the table for lunch when the pestering truly begins.
feliciano goes along with it even though inside, his heart is tight and he's thinking to himself "we can never have kids. we can't even adopt one. i can't have a family with lovino. it'd be taboo it'd be weird and everyone would be asking why why why"
he forces this bright smile and rambles on from his ass, implying that he just wants to flirt around with women and stay single. rome from the other end of the table goes "haha, that's my boy!"
lovino doesn't entertain any of them. you ask when he's going to have kids and he goes "try fucking never. kids are brats who scream, cry, and shit themselves all the time."
a condescending eye roll. "you must know a lot about that."
"EXCUSE ME? i don't fucking shit myself but i'm sure that's a lot more than your creped ass can say in your old age"
lovino slams his hands down on the table and makes the whole thing shake. feliciano is mortified. most everyone else is unphased, though someone snaps at lovino not to shatter any dishes during his tantrum. this is nothing out of the ordinary with them.
family members start pestering lovino about when is he gonna get a wife, how he can't get a wife with that attitude. one of them starts listing off women they know who "might be able to put up with them." he turns down every single one with a scoff.
feliciano stares quietly the entire time this is ongoing, face slowly getting flushed, the grip on his fork getting tighter, until he eventually snaps, pleasant tone contrasting with the look of irritation in his eyes, "maybe lovino is like me and doesn't want to settle down yet."
"i don't think he has the personality to get away with that."
lovino snaps back without hesitation. he's then scolded for using blasphemies at the table.
i think they also argue a lot more around religious holidays. lovino is always volatile, but the guilt he's reminded of everyday makes him especially so. he can't decide whether to run to feliciano or avoid him, leave him for feliciano's own sake and fuck off somewhere far away. pushing and pulling, kissing and rejecting. feliciano is usually good at letting things side and suppressing his anger so well he doesn't even feel it, yet with the shame raging over him and lovino's increasingly pissy mood, getting unpredictably turned down for snuggles and kisses, he can't help but snap back, all passive aggressive, and that's just makes lovino even angrier. he tells feliciano to stop being a coward and talk real shit or keep his mouth shut. feliciano insists in exasperation that he doesn't want to fight and tries to run away, but lovino blocks him.
i don't see them having hate sex (feliciano, in particular, i don't think could handle it. but i think lovino would be all for it.) but it sounds fun to write nonetheless.
back to the religion part, their relationship is incest. it's gay. it's unholy. there's nothing saving it no matter how you look at it. they go to church together, come home together, do not sleep together that night out of shame.
feliciano feels that swirling pit of guilt in his stomach and tries to go to lovino for comfort, tries placing a kiss to his lips, forgetting himself in the feeling of someone he loves.
lovino snaps, shoving him off, his own guilt gnawing at his bones. "fuck, don't touch me."
"I just want to kiss you."
"you don't need to kiss me. there's not a single goddamn reason you'd ever need to kiss me."
"but… i want to. i love you." feliciano's hands wrap loosely, hesitantly around lovino's waist.
"i said don't fucking touch me! for god's sake, feliciano. you think i want my brother's hands all over my body? you think i'm a sick bastard who's into that?"
feliciano freezes, all teary-eyed as he releases lovino, takes two steps back. "i'm sorry. i just want to forget how gross it feels in my own body right now by loving yours instead."
he turns and leaves in a hurry. lovino slams a fist against the table, unsure if he hates himself more for hurting feliciano or for loving him.
they make up, eventually, and proceed to have some of their hottest sex.
heavy breathing in a dark room, naked bodies frotting against each other, feliciano's fingers digging into lovino's shoulders, lovino squeezing feliciano's hips so hard they bruise, hushed moans between desperate, wet kisses, trying so hard to stay quiet in the dead of night. if they lose themselves in the passion, they can run away from the sin of it all.
#ask#anonymous#hetalia#itacest#aph italy#aph veneziano#aph romano#hws italy#hws romano#aph north italy#aph south italy#tw incest#religious guilt#lemon.txt
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4town members’ cars/driving headcanons!!
(This works for 2002 or a modern universe because I think it would be cool if they had older cars in 2022. They’re not super show-y or fancy, because I feel like they wouldn’t be into that kind of stuff but that’s just me. Also they’re all in their favorite colors hehe.)
Also no one asked for this so I’m sorry lol.
Robaire
Robaire likes going on road trips and driving on all types of Terrain, so a big car with 4 wheel drive is a must for him. He prefers to have a bigger car so that he can bring the other members on road trips and they can have a comfortable amount of space. He is a very good and safe driver, and is always very alert and won’t let himself get distracted, and he is very responsible about getting gas. He always has a pine tree air freshener hanging from the rear view mirror. His car is always perfectly clean. He is constantly wiping and vacuuming the inside and washing the outside.
Jesse
Jesse also likes to own an SUV-type car, although he doesn’t need it to be as perfectly suited to outdoor, rugged terrain, and he likes to have a car that has a sufficient amount of space so he can also drive the other members around comfortably. Jesse has been driving for almost 10 years, so he is a pretty relaxed driver (the Aaron’s and Robaire have only been driving for 3 years and Tae has been driving for 2). Even though he’s more relaxed, that doesn’t mean he is more careless, he is a very safe driver. He doesn’t have to think as hard as the others. His car is pretty clean, but he’s not as uptight about it as Robaire.
Tae Young
Tae didn’t want a super big car, but he wanted one that had enough seating for the other members to ride in it, although he drives them around the least. Since Tae has only been driving for 2 years, he is the least experienced of them all so he isn’t as relaxed as Jesse is but he’s still a really good driver. He does get the WORST road rage out of all of them. 75% of what comes out of his mouth in traffic is screaming curse words. This cracks up the other members and they often record it (in a modern universe, and usually one of them posts it). His car is also always clean and smells nice.
Aaron T
T has 2 cars, but he almost always drives the Beetle though. Usually they just take the bus to the beach or on camping trips. T is a safe driver, he never gets in accidents, but that does not mean he is a very careful one (he’s a little TOO relaxed). In non-residential areas he unintentionally will drive over the speed limit, and he often makes little mistakes that make him say “oh shit. Oops.” He also always waits TOO LONG to get gas and usually won’t remember until Z points it out. The other members always have a lot of fun and laughs when he’s driving, but Jesse still is a little freaked out, especially since he taught each of them to drive, and he always says “I did not teach you that.” T’s car is clean, but not super tidy though. He doesn’t have trash in his car, but oftentimes another member will find like an unopened capri sun or candy rolling around in the back. He also has a ton of strawberry scented vent clip air fresheners, so riding in his car is like hotboxing a candy store. Z always sits in the passenger seat when he drives.
Aaron Z
Z really enjoys the cute and sporty look of his car but he kind of wishes it was bigger, because he wants him and the other members to feel as safe as possible in his car. He is a really safe driver, and sometimes he gets pretty nervous and paranoid when he’s driving, but T is always with him in the passenger’s seat so his rambling and jokes relax him a lot more. He tends to convince himself that he’s not a great driver, but T often makes jokes about how much more responsible he is than him. His car is always really clean and tidy like Robaire’s but he doesn’t obsess over it as much. He usually has a Sex Wax air freshener hanging from his rear view mirror in either the coconut, pineapple, or grape scents.
Surprise, T’s section is twice as long as everyone else’s 🙄
Anyway, I hope you liked these :)
And still keep sending requests!!
#4*town#4town#4 town#4town headcanons#4town robaire#4town jesse#4town taeyoung#4town aaron t#4town aaron z
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yes, i caved and i'm making a proper (???) pinned post
HI!!! call me cervid :3
I LIKE AND FREQUENTLY POST ABOUT VORE AND STUFFING!!!
(not in the gross way i swear hear me out)
i dont like stuffing in a weight gain way (no hate to ppl who do, its just not my thing) and, for vore, i enjoy the g/t, SAFE, SOFT kind (fatal sometimes but not heavily in detail) and nonsexually! i like both of those things in a comfort/show of love thing if that makes sense. i also like g/t just in general. im too lazy to tag any of it unless its for reach purposes (like my writing or other stuff like that) so Watch Out i guess 💀
I do post about normal stuff too!! (i like to draw and write) so ofc i dont mind when "normal" blogs follow but just be aware of what i reblog lol
i dont bite! pls interact 👁️👁️
more info (fandoms, my works, likes/dislikes, dni) under the cut because this is Long...
the kind of vore/stuffing things that i do NOT like (keep in mind if u wanna suggest/send something):
-heavily detailed hard vore/more on the gore side
-death feedism
-feedism specifically for like.. weight gain
-unrealistic stuffing/vore (like. when their tummy is bigger than the rest of their body SORRY ITS JUST NOT MY THING)
-most pregnancy stuff
(ill add to this later)
im into a ton of fandoms but currently 2001: a space odyssey, electric dreams, ultrakill, inscryption, and i have no mouth and i must scream are overtaking my brain, if you are one of the rare ppl who like those and like vore/stuffing too PLEASE SEND ME ASKS. PLSSSS IM DESPERATE LITERALLY ANYONE CAN SEND ME VORE OR STUFFING RELATED ASKS PLEEEAAASEEEEEEEEEEEEEE IM BEGGING. I LOVE WRITING ABOUT STUFF PLS
also im otherkin! so ill reblog that stuff too (yes im weird, yes i take pride in that)
some of my works are below!
https://www.tumblr.com/what-the-hell-is-going-on-here/734572176007741440/am-vore-hcs-ihnmaims?source=share ihnmaims vore hcs - AM
https://www.tumblr.com/what-the-hell-is-going-on-here/733758413915422720/use-this-to-talk-about-soft-vore-i-wanna-know-how- misc soft vore ramble
https://www.tumblr.com/what-the-hell-is-going-on-here/747607936331907072/ultrakill-vore-doodles-3 ultrakill vore doodles :D
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#cervid works (for any original art/writing, not necessarily vore/stuffing but probably will be)
I am not the best at organization and I will definitely miss stuff but bear with me yall o7
please dni if-
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-youre an asshole. come on have some standards just dont be weird... plss....
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#pinned post WOOOO#im gonna update this as i think of stuff to add#just wanted to make one since im kinda gaining followers WHERE ARE YALL COMING FROM JESUS CHRIST.#cervid talks#cervid works#<- for easy access
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hello hello. i dont know if you're into pokemon but I started playing Violet the other day and I tend to nickname my pokemon after whatever my current hyperfixation is so ofc right now they're getting mysme nicknames (right now my charcadet is (suit) Saeran (gonna evolve into ceruledge), my kirlia is Ray (gonna evolve into gardevior). i plan to catch a sneasel/weavile for unknown (totally didnt get the idea from an art i saw). Trying to pick something for saeyoung but nothing has felt right yet. an electric type? fire? maybe a dog pokemon bc with his loved ones saeyoung is both an excited puppy AND a guard dog)
ANYWAY so I started wondering about everyone's favorite twins and pokemon
What kind of pokemon do you think saeyoung and the various saerans would have? what would they be if they WERE pokemon? in a canon setting would they play pokemon?
i can see saeyoung with fire/steel/electric types, especially robot- or machine-like pokemon. ray/ge saeran with grass types is obvious, but I can also see him with fairy types. theyre deceptively cute but can mess you up. suit and unknown scream dark type teams. maybe some poison types for unknown. like i think he'd have team rocket/[insert region team] grunt-esque pokemon.
saeyoung and all of the saeran's have at least one pokemon (probably their first/partner) that they found abandoned and in bad shape that they took in and it decided to stay with them after it recovered.
maybe they have an espeon (saeyoung) and an umbreon (saeran) to complement their "we're opposites but in a balanced and complimentary way" vibe.
and also bc i must inflict this on all my faves who are convinced they're bad and unlovable: at least one pokemon on their team evolves with high friendship/affection. even better if for some reason he doesn't know what causes that pokemon to evolve and he maybe cries a little when he finds out. what do you mean he's LOVED??
ANYWAY sorry for the really long ramble haha. this was supposed to be a short ask but it kinda got away from me 😅 anyway, i hope you have a good day!! i love your writing and character analyses!!
Oh, you've come to the right person today, because I spend my time stressing out over what Pokemon I would use on their teams if I ever wrote a story for it. I've done this a few times before but I can never really make my mind up so I wouldn't say that this is a concrete idea. So, here is a slider I would use for Ray > Suit Saeran > GE Saeran. I think some of it is self-explanatory. I suggest dark, ghost, and grass if anything.
Phantump for a Ray who feels lost and dead to the world. Polteageist for his desire to feel like a prince in his haunted castle. Budew for a boy who can't be fully blossomed just yet... but, he's so close to that chance. Suit Saeran would only use one Pokemon in my mind and it's Banette. A Pokemon that happens to be seeking revenge in the same way he is. It might seem like a major stretch but mega evolution seems incredibly possible in this situation.
Shaymin is the Pokemon of gratitude and I feel like it would appear in the garden when he is in the process of thanking you for being there with him as he finally freed himself from his heavy chains. He and Saeyoung do have a set of Eevee together! I feel like they need to have a matched set, and his Eevee has been tucked away in their pokeball for a while until he realized the error of his ways.
Whereas, Saeyoung is always really tough to work with because there's so many different Pokemon that would work for him symbolically. Sure, we can pick some joke options if we want to do so, but I'm trying to imagine what would work for his work in the agency. Did they give him a team or is it a team he's caught himself?
In the end I just decided to give him a team that he crafted. He deserves to have a cat that shoots fireballs from its mouth. Of course, I don't imagine that'll end well for him since the cat likely gives him a free haircut everyday with burnt edges. Rotom is the given. Everybody who's ever drawn him with the Pokemon always gives him Rotom. It's right. Three heads are better than one! Magneton helps to hack and unlock problems!
His Eevee doesn't battle. It's kept safe in his bunker, or it's Pokeball. He hates to make Eevee sad about not seeing its own twin or Saeran. Magearna makes sense to me, because what is more in character for him than to discover this mechanical Pokemon and help bring it back to life? Minior for the stars! It's either that or Clefairy. I couldn't make up my mind but in the end I decided on stars.
Which brings me to Unknown and SE Saeran. Yeah, SE Saeran will receive that Megearna as a gift from his brother. His Porygon-Z likely was released after Mint Eye was taken down, or it's still in the box for now since that was likely his main partner for being able to hack into the RFA. Mimikyu and Banette are self-explanatory. Budew would be a new addition in his time spent trying to enjoy the clouds and grass! Milcery is a surprise, though! I have a feeling that is a companion he made one afternoon that tried to sample his ice cream and now he's got a friend that helps him craft his own ice cream.
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Hi I'd like a matchup for hxh anime only 👍
I don't like the genuine shitty characters like that one motherfucker named Tonpa, or Milluki. Or meruem that nasty ass bug
What i look for in a partner: cat lover, it is a must. and then idk.
I am very crabby, moody and hotheaded. I spend a lot of my time insulting and ranting about shit i find hilarious or interesting, often times rambling or complaining. I'm extremely short-tempered and will become enraged with anything although sometimes i can be comical and childish.
I am one foul mouthed motherfucker, i have a habit of cursing, either regular swear words or the most absurd sounding swear words come out of my mouth. (E.G. : “you blithering feculent shithole” “primitive fuckjam” “putrid shitsmoking cretins” “you dickreeking undulating fuckass” “fucksquatting pain in the waste chute” “heinous ravaging trash" “reprehensible sanctimonious jitterfuckery.”) I am completely incapable of uttering a single word without fucking cursing.
I also tend to be very loud, i have a hard time being aware of my volume and adjusting it. I also go on heavy romcom binges, my favorite one to binge is 50 First Dates.
I am often screaming, pounding my fists against inanimate objects out of sheer fucking anger, or generally raging when talking to anyone. I'm not particularly patient when explaining myself, most of my advices seem to be just a massive wave of random insults along with sarcasm and heavy emphasis on it.
Despite my nubby asshat demeanor, i care deeply for my friends' well being, i will genuinely cry if something happened to them. I do litsen to their problems and comfort them in my own way and attempt to keep everyone safe. And despite my rash behavior, i do have a sense of morality and will occasionally do the right thing any normal person would do.
I also have a knightly persona despite my constant use of profanity, any chance i get to act like a knight I'll take it. In a relationship i would literally just obey my partners orders like an actual knight to his queen/king. I would also kiss their knuckles while kneeling down, i study arachnology and carcinology.
I'm also a huge fan of Shakespeare, I'll occasionally use it in a comical sense or when acting as a knight. I have a huge pepsi addiction to the point where i can't drink anything else but Pepsi, my body rejects any drink that isn't Pepsi. I am a very huge cat lover i have a cat of my own, rightfully named the goddess of death and war (her name is Morrigan) and i have a Venus-flytrap named Charles. They're both my children <3
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So, I'm not super sure whooooo you'd match with, but I feel like you and Leorio vibe. He's also pretty hot-tempered, goofy, and comical with a great love for those he calls friends. Your temper might be a bit of an issue because of his own anger, but he seems like he enjoys cats, so that covers your one standard lol. He'd also find your creative insults funny, so that's another point you guys would get along well on.
I wish I could give you a firmer answer, but I don't know who would fit your tastes, so Leorio is my best guess rn. Sorry if you're not a fan of the goofy man. I'll leave this open to whether it's friendly or romantic, just because I can't measure on a strictly romantic measure.
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friends (m.)
pairing: lee jeno x fem reader
genre: explicit sexual content | omegaverse | heat sex | unprotected sex | some name calling
words: 3.6k
don’t like don’t read :)
“Your heat’s coming up.” Jeno says, point blank in between bites of his apple. You just nod, taking a break from your notes to side eye him. It’s not odd for him to know intimate details of your life- you do make sure to keep him updated on your cycle just so that he can send you the notes for the days you miss - but it’s not exactly a common subject for the two of you. “Who are you spending it with?”
There are still 13 powerpoint slides for you to grind through, but you figure a small break won’t hurt. Might as well use the conversation topic for something good, aka a reason to slam your laptop shut. You turn to Jeno, giving your best friend your full attention, and take the iced coffee right out of his hand. He doesn’t protest. “No idea. Would call Jaemin but he’s ‘found the one’ or something, so I’ll probably just spend it by myself.”
“By yourself?” Jeno’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline as if you’ve just admitted to committing a sin. It’s not like the concept isn’t unheard of, there’s a market full of toys to help you through it. “Isn’t that dangerous?”
You shrug and take a sip of the coffee, offering him your smoothie in exchange. He takes a sip and then bites down on your straw. His entire face scrunches and he yanks his face away from the beverage. He pulls the straw up, inspecting the now soggy and dented object with disgust. “Fuck, what is this made out of?”
“Paper.” You huff a laugh out through your nose, taking your smoothie back. “And I mean, it’s not any more dangerous than spending your heat with the wrong person. Plus, my heats get kind of… intense.” If Jaemin sleeping for three days straight and limping after is anything to go by, both parties take the short end of the stick. You’d felt so bad after and apologized to him profusely, but he had just thrown you his signature dazzling grin and told you that drowning in pussy was exactly the way he envisioned himself dying. He definitely didn’t complain about the brownies you’d baked him as a ‘thank you’, though.
“Spend your heat with me.” The bold request has your brain malfunctioning, at a loss for where to even start reacting to his statement. You just stare at him, mouth opening and closing repeatedly while he returns the gaze earnestly. “Look, it makes sense, right? I know you better than anyone, and you already trust me. Plus if they’re as intense as I’ve heard they are, you need someone there.”
You frown, opening your laptop up and staring blankly at the screen just to avoid having to look at Jeno. It does make sense to have him there with you, and it’s not like he’s the worst person to have sex with. Plenty of people around campus have delighted in talking about their nights with Jeno, dreamily telling you how lucky you are to have him and falling deaf to your insistence that the two of you aren’t like that. Plus, you’re not blind and even if you’re not the cute couple everyone thinks you are, you can admit that he’s hot.
“Wait, hang on. What do you mean ‘heard’ about? What shit is Na Jaemin saying?”
Jeno’s shoulders shake with his laughter at your sudden concern. “I mean, he didn’t say anything, but that was kind of the problem. He didn’t show up to practice for like a week and when he finally did, he looked like he’d been mauled. Coach had to bench him.”
Your heart drops slightly at hearing that Jaemin’s soccer had been affected. He hadn’t told you that. “Oh.” The guilt must show on your face because Jeno is quickly soothing you, making sure to tell you that they all found Jaemin’s state funny. “Okay, wait. Wouldn’t you have the same problem if you help me?”
“It’s off-season. So, what do you say?” Jeno waits for your response expectantly, eyes soft, curious. “You can say no, y/n. I don’t want to pressure you at all, I’m just letting you know that it’s an option.”
“I’ll think about it.”
And you do. A concerning amount.
You spend that night tossing and turning, trying and failing to shut your brain off. Worries about ruining your friendship and about hurting Jeno bounce around your brain no matter how much you try to stop thinking about it. What if something bad happens during it? What if you never talk again? And worst of all is your brain telling you that he doesn’t actually want you specifically, he just wants to be with an omega in heat. You’re just convenient.
That thought actually makes you cry and you wrap your blankets even tighter around yourself, sobbing weakly into your pillows. In an effort to distract your wandering mind you grab for your phone, opening instagram to find an influx of dm’s from Jeno. It calms you a bit, the messages ranging from cute dogs to absolutely cursed memes, and you smile softly at the reminder that he’s your best friend, and that he definitely cares about you. Biting your lip, you hesitate for only a few moments before typing out a “you can help”, hitting send before you can second guess it. You lock your phone and set it face down on the dresser, thankfully finding sleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.
It’s hot when you wake up, clothes clinging to your skin uncomfortably. Peeling your shirt off only gives you relief for a moment but then the sticky heat is back full force. You whimper in misery, trying to snuggle back into your bed for at least some comfort, but you find that the corner of your fitted sheet has come up, the rest of your blankets on the floor. There’s only one pillow near you and it’s soaked in sweat. You panic slightly, frantically yanking your sheets back onto the bed and trying to fluff them up as much as possible, only calming down once the bedding has been fixed to your liking. Only once you’ve settled down in the plushness of your blankets do you have a moment of clarity.
“Oh shit.” You shoot up and search for your phone, dropping it once before finally managing to open the correct app. There’s a few messages from Jeno that you don’t bother looking at, going straight for the ‘call’ button. He picks up on the third ring.
“Hello?” He sounds groggy, like he’s just woken up, and a flash of heat runs through you at the low tone. “Why are you calling me at 5 a.m?”
You manage to stop fantasizing about your best friend long enough to choke out the word “Heat.” It comes out pathetic and whiny and you pause to clear your throat, trying to keep a clear head as well. “I’m sorry, my heat came early and I wanted to call you but you can go back to bed, I didn’t realize-”
“Fuck, okay, I’ll be over in 10.” Jeno cuts off your rambling with a swear, some rustling in the background accompanying his words.
“Thank you.” You whisper, setting the phone down and curling up in bed, trying not to focus on how agonizingly slow the time is passing.
Jeno’s looking down at his shoes when you open the door, kicking idly at the door mat and fidgeting with the bag in his hands, though his head snaps up when he notices you. The smile on his face falters when he inhales, turns a little strained as he gets a taste of your heat, and you honestly give him props for the amount of restraint he has. It’s definitely more than you have, at least, because you’re on him the second he’s inside. He ends up sandwiched between you and the door, bag dangling precariously in one hand while he envelopes you in his strong arms. You don’t (can’t) do anything besides bury your face in his chest and whimper, knowing exactly what you want but being too needy and fuzzy to remedy it.
“Jeno, it hurts.” You whimper and lift your face to nose along the skin just above the collar of his shirt, finding that while the skin to skin contact helps, it doesn’t fully relieve the heat scorching through you, the dull ache screaming for Jeno to take you already. “Please…”
He holds you closer to his chest, encasing you fully in his scent, and picks you up bridal style. “I’ve got you baby, don’t worry.”
Being around Jeno does help to ease your stress, but it also serves to make you needier. The warm scent that you’ve grown to associate with the man is stronger than you’ve ever smelled it and it’s making you lose your mind more and more by the second. You’re worried that you’re drooling by the time he sets you down on your bed. He pauses to drop the bag he’s holding on the floor, and then he’s on top of you, strong arms caging you in.
The first kiss is soft, chaste. It would be cute if you weren’t so fucking needy, but you are and it’s just not enough. Unsatisfied, you thread your fingers through his hair and tug, nipping at his bottom lip and tilting your head to the side to get a deeper angle. A groan rumbles in his chest and he returns the kiss with more intensity, trying to take control again. You don’t let him, even if every instinct in your body is screaming at you to just submit.
Jeno shifts on top of you, scooting so that he can fully lay down between your legs. You wrap your limbs around him on instinct, pulling him as close as you possibly can and- oh. The close proximity means that you feel everything when he grinds down, and the feeling of having him so close to where you need him has any semblance of control that you had draining out of your body. You gasp pitifully, annoyance clawing at you from the amount of fabric blocking you from what you want.
“Please,” You almost sob, tugging at his shirt while trying to grind your lower half against his, the pressure of his cock against your center making your eyes roll. Jeno pulls back to yank his shirt off and then he’s back, hands sliding down your body to your panties, tugging the fabric down as far as he can before he growls in frustration and just rips the fabric in half.
“Shit, you’re so wet.” Jeno moans in awe, breaking the kiss yet again to marvel at your pussy. “Bet I could just slip right in.” He drags his fingers through the slick on your upper thighs, eyes glued between your legs. You’re just about to complain when he finally presses his fingers into you. The initial relief has you moaning sweetly, though it quickly turns to impatient pleas for his cock. You clench around his fingers, reaching a hand down to palm over where he strains against his sweats.
“I need you to fuck me.” You beg, looking at him with what you hope is a convincing expression. “Please Jen, I need you.”
“You have me.” He promises you, flicking his wrist faster, curling his fingers just right. “I’m right here baby.” It’s sweet, and under normal circumstances it would be enough, but right now it’s not what you need and the frustration has you on the brink of tears.
You buck your hips and try to arch up as if it’ll magically make him slip in, but Jeno remains as patient and controlled as ever. It’s too hot and every part of your body is screaming for him to fuck you, for him to claim you, and his refusal is killing you. “Alpha please, I need you.”
He absolutely snarls, pinning down your wriggling body with one hand around your throat. The other hand stays between your legs where it continues to strike pleasure into every single nerve ending you have, adding to the fire already coursing through your veins. “What you need is to take what your Alpha’s giving you. You’re not in charge here, okay?” With his face pressed so close to yours you have no choice but to make direct eye contact, staring straight into the most intense gaze you’ve ever seen. His pupils are blown out so wide that his eyes are almost black. Unable to tear your eyes away and as if in a trance, you find yourself nodding. The corner of his mouth quirks up. “Good girl. Now listen to your Alpha and cum.”
It happens almost instantaneously, as if his words were directly connected to a trigger, your body exploding just as soon as the words leave his mouth. Your entire body locks up, mind going blank as the immense pleasure takes hold of you, leaving you clawing at his back and screaming silently into the air.
The orgasm only serves to thicken the haze in your mind, clouding any thoughts that aren’t related to the Alpha above you and his cock. It takes a moment for your eyes to finally come back into focus enough to make out your surroundings, and you’re greeted by the sight of Jeno with his fingers in his mouth, sucking your essence off of his digits. You’re burning so hot, so much hotter than you think you’ve been before, and it’s hard for you to function. All you can think about is his cock.
“Please,” You beg, swatting at him weakly. “Alpha please, I need you so bad.”
There’s no way that Jeno isn’t being affected by the pheromones clouding the air, but he manages to appear unbothered, his actions rough but nowhere near as desperate as yours. He just laughs lightly at your begging. “Aww, baby needs me?” The rhetorical question is punctuated by a slap, his hand coming down on your pussy hard enough to draw a yelp from you, thighs closing on his hand in a conflicting attempt to relieve the pressure from the hit and keep his hand on your cunt. He laughs meanly and pulls his hand away, drawing back slightly to spit onto your already soaking pussy, rubbing the spit into your skin while he talks. “This pussy belongs to me, yeah? You’re mine now.” Jeno leans down, mouth at your neck so that he can bite at the skin. “That means that I can do whatever I want with you.”
You can’t speak, can’t even begin to think about what you should say in this situation. He presses a kiss to your jaw before pulling back and uses his free hand to turn your head so that you make eye contact with him. “Tell Alpha what you need.”
“Need Alpha in me.” You beg, plead, flipping yourself over onto your hands and knees and arching your back, presenting yourself to him. “Need your knot, need you to fill me up, breed me, Alpha please-” Your sentence is cut off by his cock slamming into you, the filthy sound being drowned out by his groan. You gasp in relief, breathy thank you’s leaving you with each powerful thrust he delivers. His cock stretches you out so well, makes you go dizzy with the relief of finally having him in you. Your elbows give out nearly instantly, your chest hitting the mattress, and Jeno takes instant advantage of the new position to pull your hips even higher into the air.
It’s so good- almost too good- and it leaves you drooling and clawing at the sheets. All you can focus on is how well he’s fucking you, how he’s going to fill you up so well, breed you like he was meant to.
You scream when he pulls out, alarm bells going off as your body instantly protests. It only lasts a second though, Jeno’s hands never leaving your body as he flips you onto your back.
“Couldn’t see you,” Jeno pants out, dropping a kiss to the corner of your mouth and pushing back in, returning back to the brutal rhythm he had before. It has your eyes rolling in your head at how fucking good he feels. “My pretty baby, taking everything I give her.”
He’s got you so fucked out that you don’t even realize your tongue is hanging out of your mouth until he pinches it between his thumb and index finger, pulling it out even more. “You love my cock, hmm? You love everything I give you.” The pad of his thumb rubs over your tongue, the sensation making your toes curl and tears slide down your cheeks. “Such a fucking needy omega, isn’t that right?” He tugs on your tongue, your head following his actions as he leads you into nodding.
Jeno laughs and lets go of your tongue, dropping his face down to kiss at your neck. He sucks mark after mark into your skin, licking over each one to soothe it after, until he finally gets to your most sensitive, vulnerable spot. Even just the feeling of him close to your mating mark has your entire body aching for it, your neck craning to the side and pushing into his touch. The leverage you get from your legs wrapped around his waist has him pushing even deeper into you and you can feel his knot at your entrance, not quite fully swollen but definitely getting there. It has you absolutely keening, the thought of being so totally owned making you desperate.The sweet drag of his cock along your walls paired with the absolute filth he’s spewing has your body locking up with no warning, your orgasm ripping through you. You arch off the bed, the action only pushing you further onto his cock.
“God y/n, fuck!” Jeno curses, slamming his hips into you with even more force, his knot popping into your entrance and forcing the neediest sound you’ve ever made to leave your lips. You desperately wrap your limbs around him, trying to get him even closer, digging your heels into his ass to push him further inside. He grinds his hips against you one, two, three more times before he shudders, teeth clamping down right on your sweet spot as he comes.
Jeno seems to come forever, filling you up with delicious warmth, making your body purr in satisfaction. He finally comes down, having the clarity of mind to tip the two of you onto your sides so that he doesn’t crush you when he collapses. He still tugs you close, arm thrown around your body possessively, his chin resting atop of your head.
“Told you it was intense.” You laugh out, trying to break the silence in the room. The heat’s subsided for now, but you’re still barely in your mind, and you have no idea how long the break will last.
He huffs out a laugh, chest shaking against you. “I understand Jaemin now.” His hand pets over your back, sliding up to the back of your neck and scratching lightly at the skin there. “You alright?”
“Mhmm, yeah. Perfect.” His fingertips press lightly against the mating mark, sending sparks shooting down your spine, and it has your head spinning. You try to adjust yourself against him in an effort to keep your cool, but moving has his cock shifting inside of you and you sleepily grind against him, not thinking. Jeno hisses and tightens his grip on you to keep you still, but the way he grabs your leg has him shifting inside of you and pressing against all the right places. Heat floods through you and your grinding turns more urgent.
“Ohgod,” You moan, finding enough strength to push Jeno flat on his back. Your body has a mind of its own and you find yourself bouncing desperately on his cock. His knot has you locked into place and you’re barely able to move, but you can still swirl and grind your hips against him, feel the delicious friction of his knot against your entrance. “Alpha, it feels so good.”
“Fuck, look at you. So fucking knotdrunk, hmm? Can’t get enough.” Jeno shakes his head, laughs in a way that’s meant to mock you but it comes out strained. His hands are heavy on your ass, squeezing and slapping to feel the way it jiggles, to feel the way you clench around him with every hit. You throw your head back and let him do as he pleases, losing yourself entirely in how full you feel, in how good his knot feels in you. He buries his face into your chest, moving one hand from your ass to play with your tits, his mouth wasting no time in marking the delicate skin up.
“Shit baby, gonna make me cum again.” His lips seal over your mating mark again in a sloppy kiss and that’s exactly the final push that you need, your eyes rolling back and your tongue lolling out as your cunt spasms around him, orgasm ripping through you almost painfully. Jeno groans as well, hand flying to your back to pull you as close as possible, and his knot pulses inside of you as you swear you feel more cum shoot out.
He shudders against you, tight grip finally relaxing, though he still keeps you anchored to his chest. You follow suit, collapsing against him. A tired moan leaves you and you let yourself relax, lips absentmindedly mouthing at his skin. His hand pets your back soothingly, touch heavy and sluggish, and the last thing you feel before you fall asleep is his lips on your forehead.
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you like their hands
character(s) : todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku (1/?)
legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk’s not specific
post type : headcanons; accompanied with a small scenario [fluff, the mildest of spice not nsfw]
note(s) : i was thinking about todo’s hands today— also i’ll be adding pictures of what i think their hand looks like so.. 😳
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todoroki shouto
i’d like to believe that shouto’s hands would be long and pretty— kinda like how i’d imagine akaashi and kageyama’s hands
but have y’all seen that man’s hands in the anime and manga 😳 they’re not really what i’d call them “long”
so i had to find a mid point, kinda like a fusion of both.
his hands are either really pale, or the knuckles are just really red
moving on..
you have a weird infactuation with his hands, and you were gonna tell him! but you just didn’t know when
he didn’t really get it at first??
yes, he will respect and properly entertain your interests. but.. his hands? he doesn’t get that part yet
shouto can say he takes care of them well. washing his hands at least 3 times a day, and applying lotion on them with the slightest mint scent in it
and he takes care of his hands because he needs to rely on them everytime he uses his quirk.
speaking of quirk— his hands are either scorching to the touch, or cold.
so the first time he reaches out for your hand, you just.. freeze?? you were talking about something random while walking with him
then he just suddenly reached for your hand
seeing your reaction, he’s like.. “oh. my hand must be too cold for them. gotta switch.”
then he switches hands, holding your hand with his left. and you’re still the same, and it appears to be that switching didn’t really help
scenario
“what’s wrong, love?” he pulls you aside, staring at your expression— seeing that you became stiff when he reached for your touch.
you want to downplay the entire situation, really. but shouto doesn’t budge, that’s just who he is, and he’s still left wondering what’s wrong, and if he did something.
that is until you mention his hands, and that you like them
“your hands.. are really nice i guess,” you avert your gaze “i like them.” you say in almost a whisper like tone.
he sighs in relief. and he feels better that it’s not about the fact that you hate the temperature of his hands, since they’re either abnormally sahara desert hot or cold like fresh snow on a december morning.
his cheeks flare pink for a moment, in sudden realization “y-you like my hands?” shouto asks this as a confirmation, hoping that he actually heard it correctly.
but when you nod, he takes full advantage— entertaining your interest in his hands to his best abilities
he smiles when he sees your expression change when he brushes the back of your hand with his own. then, he finally holds your hand— the coolness of his right hand is making you hyper aware
your heart only pounds faster against your chest, when he presses his lips to the back of your hand, maintaining eyecontact as he does soz
after dating you, he paints his nails with clear nail polish. it makes him feel better knowing that they’ll stay clean even with all the hectic training
to calm you down, he likes to rub his thumb against your cheek— his quirk slightly activating while he stares into your eyes
a little spicy; but whenever you eat your desert during a date, he will wipe the excess off the side of your lips, and ask you to lick it off.
is he teasing you? or is he serious? we will never know.
bakugou katsuki
SCREAMs
bakugou’s hands are big, and his veins are prominent— but not too veiny to the point it’s concerning.
he sometimes likes wearing rings but.. that’s just sometimes
his hands are strangely soft, especially the palms— but he could say there’s some rough spots here and there, but he’d guess it’s because of his quirk.
bakugou’s hands are always warm and sweaty, which he never actually cared about— until he started dating you
he’s kinda worried that you wouldn’t wanna hold his hand, but you can say it’s actually the opposite?
you really like his hands.. but you’re just scared of getting judged
so when he reaches for your hand, you try to pretend that he wasn’t? you turn your head away— trying to not look the slightest bit of dazed
scenario
“what’s up with you?” bakugou interrogates you, his ruby irises glaring into your eyes— his voice gruff
“what?” you question, the sudden action was out of the blue— and you hold in your breath when his hands cage you in, large hands pressed on the wall behind you
“HAH?” he yells, not amused by your sudden oblivion, “don’t act dumb,” he grits his teeth “spit it out, and tell me what’s wrong.”
“nothing’s wrong, suki— i don’t really follow?” you try to convince him that no, i’m totally not afixiated with something about you, even though you’re my boyfriend; i don’t wanna admit that. however— you’re not very slick.
“tch, fucking liar.” his eyes narrow, “if you hate my fuckin’ hands, then i prefer it if you were honest about it.”
“sorry, but what?” you blink, suddenly appalled by his words, “hate.. your hands?”
“because that’s what it is, huh?” he moves even closer to you, practically inches away; and you can only pray that he can’t hear the rather loud beating of your heart. “my hands are so sweaty that you don’t wanna touch em, is that it?”
you’re agitated by his misunderstanding, and you sigh; finally deciding to come clean. “fine! fine. i like your hands.”
you didn’t mean to make it sound that upfront.
bakugou blinks, the sudden tension releasing into thin air, his expression left almost as equally surprised as you.
“tch. so that’s how it is,” he smirks, and by the way it looks— you suddenly regret telling him that.
well.. not really?
he actually takes advantage of that, making sure you remember his hands nicely.
when he sits next to you on the couch, he’ll throw his beefy ass arm around your shoulders like usual. then, he’ll run his hand up and down, making sure you’re aware of his touch.
bakugou will be THAT BITCH that’ll gesture you to come over so he could kiss you,
and when you’re leaning in— he’ll pinch your cheek, a sly grin on his face.
a little spicy; but he’s the type to rest his hand on your neck when you guys kiss <3 ugh
but overall— he’s really glad you actually like his hands, and it wasn’t like you hated them at all
but GOSH he just wished you told him from the start >:T
midoriya izuku
less veins, but.. DAMN THEY’RE KINDA THICK?? not too thick but.. have you seen his hands in the manga??
of course— his hands are rough, with a bunch of scars from his quirk. which he was kinda conscious about
but he tries hard to take care of them outside of combat things in fights; if they’re damaged then.. oh well
he definitely fiddles with pencils, and when he’s studying— the chance of him having a silver’s hand is likely (the thing where the graphite smeers on the back of your hand) he hates that shit
he definitely has a writer’s callus. PROVE ME WRONG!! that man writes a lot, and so do i so 😌 twinsies
but he tries to keep them clean, and he wants to make them feel less rough— so he will invest in some hand cream
compared to the other two, midoriya’s hands are normal in temperature.
but his grip is firm but he doesn’t really realize it sometimes.
you like his hands because.. the detail on his hands leave you mesmerized
but you don’t really wanna weird him out or make him uncomfortable. since he gets really flustered quick.
and you don’t want him to just stare at his hands and think about your fascination about them. no distractions
but he gets real pouty when you pull away
scenario
“hey Y/N, do you.. hate holding hands with me?” izuku asks one day, when you guys are studying in your room
“what?” you tilt your head, really surprised by his question— since you guys sat in silence for the last few minutes. you can feel the edge in your stomach grow when he mentions his hands.
“you always pull away when i try to hold your hand.” you gesture him to continue what he’s saying, and he continues “ but i get it though! my hands are.. scarred, rough. they’re kinda ugly compared to the rest of the guys.” he’s rambling, and you can’t help but feel really saddened.
“izuku, no.” you shake your head, “your hands aren’t ugly. yeah, they may be scarred and all— but they saved a lot of people, it saved eri, and it helped you get to where you are today.”
izuku’s cheeks flush with red, and he can’t say that you’re wrong. but; though he’s provided with reassurance, that’s not the answer he wanted
“but why won’t you hold my hand?”
“because i..” averting your eyes to the wall behind him, you’re looking for the right words. “i like your hands. i didn’t want to make you feel weird because of me.”
you look at his face after the confession, and it’s just ingulfed in a red shade.
on the contrary, this makes him like his hands more. everytime he looks at his hands, he’ll be motivated by your words.
but he’ll be a little shy with acting on it at first; especially in public
but fear not! izuku may seem innocent, but he also knows what he’s doing so.. don’t be decieved
when he’s studying, he’ll write with his right hand, and feed you little snacks with his left hand— urging you to open your mouth and take the snack
after sparring with you he’ll comment on how you did so good, also while placing his hands on your shoulder— massaging any sore parts
a little spicy, but when you guys are kissing, HIS HANDS WILL ROAM TO PLACES. pulling you closer as he attacks your lips
overall— he might be a little shy at first, but he can say he’s pretty accepting of your interest in his hands. it makes him feel better about the appearance of his hands.
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Hi. This is mine request
Y/n is a teammate of max verstappen, they are in a relationship, y/n crashes and max is worried about her, and he is gonna visit her in the hospital, and when she is released he takes care of her, with a lott of fluff thanks
You Scared Me To Death !
Pairing - Max Verstappen x Reader
Fandom - F1
Summary - When you get hurt, Max realizes just how much you mean to him.
Warnings - mentions of injury, fire, explosion, violence, angst, crash details.
75 laps. That's all that you had to do. Drive for 75 laps. The Bahrain Grand Prix had always been one of your favourite races of the year, and you were so excited. But that excitement had soon ebbed away, after you had missed qualifying because your car wasn't ready for the quali session. The RedBull mechanics had apologised and you had brushed them off, buy you would be lying if you said you weren't angry. It hadn't helped when your teammate and boyfriend Max qualified P1, beating the Mercedes by mere tenths of a second. You had swallowed your hurt and congratulated Max, forcing yourself to feel happy for him.
All it had done was made you determined to win the race tomorrow, even if you had to fight 19 other drivers to do so. Starting P20 on the grid sucked big time, but as Martin Brundle said, "If anyone can fight back from the back of the grid to the podium places, its Y/N L/N" and you had done it before, at the German GP the previous year, fighting back from P19 to P3, winning Driver of The Day as well.
But this race was different. There was a building intensity in the air, you felt it in the air around you. You felt tense and nervous, and you were never nervous. It scared you, but you were going to be damned if you let it show on your face. In your drivers room, you paced back and forth, trying desperately to stop your hands from shaking. Was this what anxiety felt like? you wondered, shaking your head as your heart started hammering against your chest. Far to consumed in your own panicked thoughts, you didn't see your boyfriend walk up to your door, and open it to walk inside.
Max walked into your room, expecting to see you vibing to some R&B music, or something by Rihanna. But you weren't. You were pacing, your brow furrowed and he could see the irregular rise and fall of your chest. He walked up behind you silently, before wrapping his arms around your waist, like he normally did. What he wasn't expecting was your reaction. Usually, you would giggle and let your head fall onto his shoulder, and he would kiss your neck and you two would share a moment. But not this time. This time, you jumped, and nearly fell over onto your bed. "Woah schtaje ! It's just me' he said, eyes softening in concern. "I'm sorry I didn't see you and I shouldn't have jumped, I'm sorry I'm just so klutzy today and I'm also so nervous I-" your nervous rambling was cut off by a pair of warm lip pressing onto your own, as Max's hands cupped your face, instantly calming down your nerves.
You stayed like that for a moment, before pulling away softly, and letting him press his forehead down to yours, fingers gently tracing patterns on your hip. "Why are you nervous mijn geliefde ?" he asked, as he moved his lips to your neck, pressing little kisses along the sensitive skin. "I don't know" you confessed, tilting your head back to give him more access to the expanse of skin, while he stopped at a pulse point to suck at the soft skin, earning. soft moan from you. "Then stop stressing" he mumbled against your neck, word muffling against your skin. "I can't" you replied, struggling to keep the lump in your throat fro growing. "Well," Max said, biting down onto your neck and licking the spot to soothe it, 'Let me help you calm down"
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20 seconds to lights out.
Your heart was thumping so hard against your chest. God, were your hands always so clammy? Was the car always so stuffy ? Was the space always so confined? Was your helmet always that tight?
Your thoughts were muddled. You knew your goal. It was simple. Get to the podium. Except, right now, that goal seemed somewhat impossible. Before you knew, the first red light was flashing, and then the second, and the third and the fourth and the fifth, and then it was 'lights out and away we go!' you sped off, immediately overtaking Magnussen in the car ahead of you. Then, you overtook one of the Williams, but you could feel your breath wavering, and your heart threatening just burst out of your chest. And before you knew it, you were overtaking Giovinazzi in his Alfa Romeo, and the sight of Grosjean's Haas came into view, "And it looks like L/N has already taken over 4 places, making her P16, and we are on lap 2 of 75! It looks like we're going to see her on the podium after, all, but all we can do is wait and see- and oh! that's a terrible, terrible crash!"
It happened so fast. One moment, you were going round the outside of the Haas, and the next the back of the Haas was hitting your front, sending you crashing into one of the barriers, your car spinning a full 360 in the process. The impact as you crashed into the barriers was so intense, you felt yourself blackout for a few seconds.
"That was a horrible crash, between, the RedBull of Y/N L/N and the Haas, I believe of Romain Grosjean. This race has been red flagged and -oh no!' The cry summed it up. Your car had just burst into flames.
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In P1, Max was unaware of the chaos at the back, until he looked in his rear mirrors to see something enveloping into a ball of fire. "Holy shit, whose car is that?" he asked, watching as the flames grew higher. "Um.. Max, I need you to stay calm, but its Y/N" "Are you fucking serious?!" his angry voice burst through his race engineer's headphones, making him flinch. "Is she okay?! Tell me she's okay, damn it!' "Max, I need you to come into the pit lane. We have no information on her yet. Come into the pit lane"
As the 18 other cars came into the pitman, everyone knew better than to park in the way of an anxious Max Verstappen. He jumped out of the car, running to the garage upto Christian, who was watching the screen with his eyebrow furrowed. "Is she alright? Tell me she got out?! Did she get out?!" he was practically spitting the words out, and his engineer and his trainer had to physically restrain him from going to shake Christian. "She hasn't got out yet Max, but the fire Marshalls and the medical guys are there-" "What do you mean she hasn't got out? verdomme, blijf hier niet zitten! doe iets!!"
As his race engineer manoeuvred him to his chair, he yelled at whoever was around, eyes desperately searching to screen for some sign that you were still alive. Outside the RedBull garage, the other drivers were pooling around the garage for some sign that Y/N was okay. The panic had been evident in all their radios.
Charles - "Fuck, fuck, fuck, who was that? Y/N?! Tell me she's okay!"
Carlos - "Joder, ¿quién era ese?" I just saw the car go into flames, tell me they got out okay.
Lewis - oh shit, that was a big crash, fucking hell, is she okay?
Checo- oh no, that was a big one, I hope everyone is okay!
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Back in the car, you felt dazed. Since when was the track this hot, and since when when was your car red ? Were you driving for Ferrari ? No, you drove for RedBull, alongside Max. Your boyfriend Max. Why wasn't he here?
And why did you feel like you were sitting in a sauna? As you begain to regain your consciousness, you felt a searing pain on your hands, and finally clearing the fogginess of your mind, you became fully aware of what was happening. This was your RedBull car. But it was on fire. Almost instantly, your body went into survival mode, ripping the half burnt straps holding your body down, and forcing your limbs to stand up. Looking down you could see your racing gloves glow before they seemed to disintegrate into black dust before your eyes, the flames licking your hands. A scream started in your chest, only to be jammed in your throat, as you opened your mouth to gasp. Big mistake.
The smoke filled your mouth and lungs, and you choked, clawing at your race suit, begging some higher power to help you. Finally, using some courage and adrenaline you didn't know you had, you pulled your body up, bare hands coming in contact with searing hot metal, as your eyes filled with tears of pain. As you jumped out of the car, you became vaguely aware of 3 or 4 people signaling and screaming at you. Too exhausted to even think, you used whatever remaining adrenaline you had to stumble to the barrier and collapse into the first pair of arms.
"Can you hear me? Are you okay? Can you tell me if you're hurt?" The questions were hurled at you from all directions, but you couldn't speak. The head marshall walked up, bracing your body, and checking for injuries. In a hurried voice he asked for the stretcher, but you shook your head. The exhaustion was setting in but you knew you had to let the others know you were okay. But he insisted, and you found yourself sitting on the stretcher instead of lying down, as a medic gently removed your helmet and peeled off the remaining burnt glove, and pressed some ice gently against your burn. Mustering up your remaining strength, you turned to one of the broadcasting cameras and flashed them a tight smile and a thumbs up.
"And as you can see, she has managed to get out of the wreckage, by God's miracle. Thank God she's walked away from that, but how, I cannot comprehend! She went barelling into the barrier and burst into flames and she walked out alive! And I can hear the cheers of the RedBull team, and I think her race engineer is in tears. I can't begin to imagine how Max Verstappen must be feeling"
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Max Verstappen wasn't sure how he was feeling either. He had felt fear, anger, anxiety, more fear, devastation and dread in the longest 15 minutes of his life. But you were alive. And he felt like breaking down, but he had to be strong for you. He watched your tired form on the screen, feeling giddy with relief, and ignoring the others around him, he ran to the medical hospitality center. No one stopped him.
As the white building came into sight, he heaved a sigh of relief as Michael Masi appeared in front of the cameras to give the anxious fans an update. "Y/N is alright. She's currently in recovery, and I can inform you that she is okay. She has minor burns on her hands, and is exhausted, but she will be okay. 2 weeks healing time for the burns, and some proper rest should be fine for her. That's all I know, and I would ask the media, press, social media fans, and others to give her the time she needs to cope and recover. What she has been through is traumatizing and I hope you will respect her privacy at this time. Thank you"
Seeing his hesitation, the nurse turned to the driver, "It's okay. She's fine now. She's on some painkillers and I've cleaned her burns and dressed them. She will be fine, and you can hug her or whatever you want, she won't be hurt. I've kept some painkillers on the table, she should take some again in 2 hours or so" All Max could do was nod, suddenly feeling a lump grow in his throat. With a smile in your direction, the nurse walked out of the room, leaving you alone with Max.
Max turned to nod at the race director, before hurrying through the brown door that led to the medical room you were in. When he walked in, his entire body relaxed. You were alive and safe. Seeing you sitting up in bed, a bottle of water by your side as a nurse wrapped your burnt hand in a white bandage. Looking, your tired eyes met his blue ones, as a tired smile made his way to your face. "Y/N",he said breathily, "Thank God you're alive" he said, practically running over to you, but he stopped himself from hugging, unsure of if it would hurt you.
"Hey baby". All it took was two words for him to rush towards you, gently wrapping his arms around your form, burying his head in the crook of your neck, as a gasping sob left his mouth, and you could have sworn you felt your heart shatter. "I'm okay baby, I'm okay. I'm not going anywhere, and I'm okay" your mantra of "I'm okay" was soothing, as he sobbed into your shoulder. "I thought I'd lost you, you scared me to death!" "I know my love but I'm here and I'm okay" "I thought you were gone. When I saw the flames behind me I didn't even know it was you in the car. When they told me it was you I swear my fucking heart stopped, and all I could do was pray to whatever higher power exists to save you, because I'm nothing without you. If you hadn't made it, I wouldn't survive. You make me better, you help me love, and you let me heal. I love you, and I never, ever want to see you in a situation like that again"
"I love you too" you said, your eyes filling with tears as you listened to him speak. "I love you too" you repeated, gently lifting his chin so his eyes could meet yours, his tear stained cheeks and red eyes breaking your heart, as you tilted your lips to meet his. He returned the kiss with desperation, he needed even more proof that you were alive, and feeling your lips on his were a reminder that you were alive and weren't going anywhere. He kissed you with fervour, hands moving to your hair, one cupping your cheek as his thumb traced your cheekbone, your hands clutching his broad chest.
"Ouch" the soft cry made you two break apart, as you rubbed your stinging hands. "Did I hurt you?" He said, his eyes filling with worry. "No its just the burn. It'll be fine" you replied, shifting in your bed and patting the spot next to you. After a moments hesitation, he climbed in, raising the sterile white sheet and tucking the both of you in. You snuggled up to him, arms wrapping around him as you rested your head on his chest. He rested his chin on your head, one hand running through your hair, the other keeping you stable on his chest. Within seconds, you were asleep.
Looking down at your sleeping form, his eyes lingered on the white bandage covering your burn, his eyes filling again as it stood out against your skin. He hated it. It was a reminder that you had nearly died. He had nearly lost you. His train of thought was cut off by his phone ringing, his mum's caller ID flashing across the screen.
"Hi mum" "Is she okay?" His greeting was pushed aside, his mom far too concerned about Y/N. "Yes she's alright now. She's sleeping now, Yeah I'm with her now" "Y/N's mom is with me too, I'll let her know she's okay" "Thanks mum" "Don't forget to rest as well Max" his mum said, knowing full well that her son would forget about taking care of himself when it came to his love. "I will"
And he cut the line. He looked down at you one more time, pressing his lips to your forehead, and swearing to himself that he would protect you for all his life. He let his eyes close, the exhaustion finally getting to him, all his adrenaline and energy draining out his body, and finally content that you were going to be okay, he let his eyes close.
You were going to be okay.
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The One Where Peter Parker Is A Sub
Sub!Peter Parker X Reader
Summary: The reader finds out that Peter is a sub and she loves every second of it. What could go wrong with a little teasing?
Warnings: submissive peter parker, dom reader, smut of course, BOTH ARE 18+, sex in school, unsafe sex (wrap before you tap)
A/N: I haven't written fanfic in a good MINUTE so I'm so sorry if it's not as good. And I also have never written a peterXreader, yup first timer over here. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did!
Word Count: 2k
When you first met Peter Parker, he was a shy and awkward kid. He only really has one friend, Ned, and they were basically inseparable. You and Peter both had English class together and he drew you in like a moth to a flame. It was the little things he did, like the way his eyebrows would rise when he was suddenly called on when he was surprised. The small smile he would make when he got an answer right, then a lightbulb went off in your head.
Peter Parker is a sub.
Of course, you were more than eager to test your little theory, but in order to do that, you had to actually talk to the kid. So you did what any reasonable teenage girl would do, you talked to him. After a few weeks of small talk and occasional flirting, Peter was stuck to you like glue. It was as if you were the missing puzzle piece for the duo. Ned and Peter adored you and couldn't believe a person like you would want to actually hang out with them, you weren't shy at all. You stood up for people in need, you stood up for them. You were quick with your comebacks, you were extremely funny and nerdy. Not to mention extremely sassy, god you were so sassy and Peter felt intoxicated every time he was with you.
Peter wondered if Ned felt this way with you too if everyone felt this way when they were with you. He wouldn't blame them if they did, but he felt a pang of jealousy every time he thought about other people liking you the way he did. How could he not like you? You were stunning. The way you carried yourself was one of the things he loved most. Like everyone else in school, he couldn't stop looking at you when you first walked into the classroom. Not only because you were absolutely gorgeous but because his spidey senses went crazy the second he saw you. He didn't understand why at first. Maybe it was just a fluke, but then after a few weeks, he noticed it would happen every single time he saw you. It's not like he was complaining though. He had the hardest time focusing when you were in class together though.
He could feel your eyes on him every time, and when his eyes would meet yours you wouldn't look away, you'd just smile and he would blush. He blushed so much with you and you loved it. It was small things that would make the brown-haired boy blush. Like when you’d complement his outfits and the way his biceps look bigger when he wore his blue button-up shirt.
Then there was the touching. Peter thought he would pass out every time you touched him. It started out small, placing your hand on his arm when you would laugh at something he said. Or how you would play with his hair when he'd put his head down while studying. Then he noticed how you would touch him in other places that got his heart racing. You would brush your fingers against his, or when you whispered to him you were lingering a little longer and he could feel your lips brush against his ear. Just that would make his head spin. He didn't know if you knew what you did to him or if you were completely oblivious. He sometimes wishes you would do more though. He would imagine what it would be like to finally have you, to feel your lips against his, your hips flushed against his. The way you’d moan his name. Peter would often get carried away with his thoughts about you, and he didn't care. He was drunk on you and he loved it.
“Hey, Peter?” Peter was lost in his thoughts again and you hated to interrupt him in his thoughts because he looked so cute to you.
Peter jumped slightly, not realizing you had sat beside him. “Oh um, hey y/n! Didn't realize you'd be here so soon.” Peter was slightly flustered from the thought he had of you seconds before you showed.
You noticed the way his blush was slowly making its way down his neck and chest, and how his pupils were blown, and how he was breathing a little harder. He’s horny.
You giggled softly and decided to have a little fun with him today. “Well, i could leave if you'd like and come back-”
“No! I mean, not that’s okay you're here and we should erm, I mean I don't want you to leave.” Peter couldn't seem to stop rambling, and you saw how much the poor boy needed help, and you couldn't just sit there and not help someone in need.
You grabbed Peter's face with both your hands and leaned in close. Peter felt like the entire room froze. He looked down to your lips and prayed that you would kiss him right now because he's been dreaming of it. And you almost did until you heard him whimper, and all you could do was smile.
“Peter Parker, did you just…” you leaned in to whisper into his ear, your lips brushing his ear, “whimper?” You could feel his breath fan against your neck and shoulder. You leaned away from him to find him with his eyes closed and lips parted. When he finally opened his eyes he found you smiling at him. His eyes went wide as he realized what had just happened. “Y/N I am so sorry I don't know what I was thinking!” Before Peter could continue, you stood up and pulled him with you. “Follow me, Parker.”
You pulled Peter out of the library and into an empty classroom. You were glad that school was out and there was practically no one in the halls, which meant you wanted Peter to scream for you. You locked the door as soon as Peter walked in and covered the window just in case anyone decided to pass by.
Peter could feel the hairs on his stand-up straight, he was breathing hard and he could feel the blood rush down and his pants get tighter. He heard the door lock and turned to see you staring back at him. His spidey senses were going off like crazy, and although he knew he wasn't in any type of danger he still felt like prey.
You pushed him into the chair behind the teacher's desk and straddled his hips. “Tell me to stop and I will. Do you want me to stop?” You slowly grind down on him, feeling him grow from beneath you.
Peter’s head was dizzy and he wanted nothing more than for you to continue with what you were doing. His head rolled back when you ground down against him again, his hands flew to your ass to feel the roll of your hips. “Please don’t stop.” He swore this is what heaven felt like.
That was all you needed to hear. You continue to grind down as you start to kiss him. You'd imagine how it would feel to kiss Peter, but you never imagined them to be this soft. If it weren't for the fact that you were in a classroom right now, you would kiss him for hours. You had to pull yourself away from him if you wanted this to go any further.
“Take your clothes off, pretty boy.” Peter seemed to be eager because, by the time you were down to your underwear, Peter was already naked in front of you. The little smirk you gave him made him blush and you moved closer to him.
“I could stare at you all day, but I really want to taste you right now.” You pushed him back down on the chair as you got on your knees. You couldn't believe how massive he was, but you always did love a challenge.
Peter could feel himself grow, the way you were looking at him had him shaking in seconds. He just wanted you to touch him already. The worst part is that his senses were going crazy. He could hear how fast your heart was beating, he could still taste your lips from moments earlier. He could smell you, you must have been soaking and all he wanted to do was please you and let you do whatever you wanted. He just needed you to touch him already.
“Y/N, please.” Peter sounded like a wreck and that is exactly how you wanted him.
“Please what? Use your words, pretty boy.” A little teasing never hurt anybody.
“Please just touch me already! Anything just please I-” Peter’s head fell back as your mouth and tongue finally touched his aching red tip. The way you were sucking and licking was nothing he has ever felt before.
You could feel him shake as you continued to suck his tip. You noticed how tense he seemed as if he was holding himself back. You decided to push a little bit more of him inside your mouth. This seemed to knock the wind out of him because he came leaning forward as if someone punched him. You looked up at him as innocently as possible and couldn't help the moan that came out of you.
Peter swore you were trying to kill him, then when you moaned his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he thought he saw stars. Peter could feel the way your tongue moved against him, the way it was pressed against that certain vein. The way your moaning sent vibrations and he didn't think it could get better than that.
The way Peter was gripping the chair made you weak in the knees. If you weren't already on your knees, they would have given out. You looked up at him and couldn't resist the urge to run your hands up his abs and play with his nipples, you felt him twitch in your mouth.
“Y/N I'm- ung- close!” Peter could feel himself get closer to his release and god he wanted it. “Please ride me, please y/n.” Peter could feel the way you smirked with your lips wrapped around him.
“How can I say no to that?” You get up and gently slide him inside you. You both moan as he stretches you. As you start to slowly ride him, you decide to hide his moans by kissing him. Peter wanted to stay inside you forever.
You wrap your fingers around his throat and he gasps. As you ride him you lean closer to his ear and whisper, “fuck me, Parker.”
Peter let out a low growl and wrapped his arms around you as he pounded into you. You had to cover his mouth with your hand suddenly aware that you were in school.
“Peter, I'm coming,” you whisper to him. And as soon as he heard those words Peter was coming inside you, igniting your own orgasm.
You and Peter help each other ride out your orgasms and stay there for a couple more seconds. The two of you finally decide to get dressed.
“So, is this like...a one-time thing?” Peter dreaded the question, but he had to ask.
“Do you want it to be?” You look at Peter and you could see the panic in his eyes.
“No! I mean, no. I really want to do this again. And then maybe some more after that...please.” Peter could feel his blush creeping up on him, especially with that smile you're giving him.
“Don’t worry Spidey, I want to keep doing this too.” You giggle softly to yourself. He’s the cutest.
“Okay good because- wait, did you call me spidey?”
“You aren't so good at keeping secrets from me Parker.” And with that, you walk out of the room with Peter hot on your heels.
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