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rafesslxt · 1 month

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slytherin boy‘s | how they get turned on

headcanon - this is my opinion, you do not have to agree with what i write

contains: mattheo riddle, theodore nott, draco malfoy, enzo bershire

— Mattheo Riddle —

everywhere and any time!! The list is long!

when you two are in class and you start concentrating so you slightly chew on the end of your pencil

when you smile and laugh - he would be so happy when you are carefree

when you wear his favorite color. Underwear or normal clothes, it doesnt matter. It makes you look so good in his eyes that he just wants to rip them off

when you get mad - damn, espacially when you talk in your native language

when you wouldn‘t talk to him so he would try and apologize while slowly kissing up and down your neck and shoulders

when you sat on his lap when no seats would be available. You all sat down in the train to hogwarts and as your friends saw that there was no space for you they started to scoop togethet but you would just let your ass fall down on mattheo‘s lap, smiling innocently at him

when you got turned on somehow while the two of you would stand seperated at a party, talking to your friends and he could see your desperate gaze at him

when you got drunk – he would never do anything with you under the influence but still he would get turned on on your loose tounge and words plus your touchy hands

when you do something sexy but smile innocently. Like you would bend over in class when he sat behind you, picking something up and then look over your shoulder back to him, smiling. Or you would make a ponytail, taking your time with it and again – smiling at him innocently, reminding him of how you got ready before –

when you got jealous. It wasn‘t just the fact that you got mad and that alone already turned him on, but he felt how much he meant to you and that he‘s important to you making him go even more ferral

when you took control – he was alway used to do things on his own, being tense all the time so when you did he felt so under your control it turned him on – especially in the bedroom

when you got into a fight with someone talking shit about him being the son of voldemort so you would come back with a bloody nose knocking on his door – just the tought of you hitting someone for him

— Theodore Nott —

when you talked to him a lot or read to him so he could stare at your soft plump lips moving

when you‘d come back from some sort of training, all sort of sweaty, out of breath and red face - got him going crazy

when you corrected him. The two of you would study together and after already staring at your lips he would raise his eyebrows at you correcting him. "oh so you‘re all smart and all shit now yeah? Let‘s see what you can use your smart mouth else for."

you touching him softly so he would get goosebumps all over his body

when you wear his clothes – especially after waking up and you just wearing his way too big shirts with only underwear under it but also when you would wear his hoodies on the weekends so everyone could see you‘re his

— Draco Malfoy —

when you wear his initials on a necklace he bought you or on your ring so everyone could see you belong to him

when you are confident in your own skin, chin always up. Showing everyone not to mess with you – he would be so proud too

when you would whisper gossip in his ear but not because of the gossip but because of the whispering and your hot breath on his ear

he always felt touch starved even If he‘s not so any kind of touching him would turn him on. Even something like you two laughing and joking and you touching his arm

— Enzo Berkshire —

to me he is the most shy of the group I‘m sorry ya‘ll i know there is a lot discussion about it

when he hears you ask him If you can be on top, riding him. His breathing would get heavier at the tought

generally when you are more dom and he‘s more sub – it would turn him on so much seeing you in control of hin

when you get touchy in front of his friends on a night out, party or just a little gathering – his cheeks would flame up so badly but at the same time it feels like a forbidden fruit to him in front of people

when you massage his scalp – he would get goosebumps all over his body and bite his lip while trying to control himself – failing of course

when you come back from some kind of training too like Theodore but also If he watches you and hears you groan in frustration – voice kink

when you kiss him – yes, so that‘s often. And no matter where you two are also.. in class, with his friends, his or your family

when you do things like grabbing his shirt to pull him in to kiss him, whispering and nibbling his ear, getting him flustered on porpuse with saying dirty things in his ear while friends are around

but also If you let him take completly control of you all tied up giving you to him

thanks for reading 🫶🏻

xoxo sarah <3

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anantaru · 2 years

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𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗗𝗢 𝗜𝗧 !

˖˚˳⊹ where they like to do it feat. cyno : tighnari : zhongli : childe : diluc : kazuha : heizou : itto x fem! reader

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw : mentions of exhibitionism

cyno adored taking you in a small room in between his tight work schedule, quickies were the norm in your relationship and he was a big fan of them. He couldn’t get enough of the way you were looking during those sinful moments either. The clothes— he didn’t seem as necessary to remove, still hanging loosely on your body as he rutted himself forward, reaching deeper with each thrust. In a way he knew he had to be quick, what if someone storms into this room all of a sudden and spots the two of you? Yet what he wouldn’t admit is that he seemed to get aroused by the thought of that. His whines and moans might be your favorite, he’s so sensitive and the adrenaline cyno would feel whenever he’d fuck into your warmth was making him roll his eyes back at pleasure, toes curling once approaching his very much deserved orgasm.

tighnari is a big fan of fucking you in nature after his patrol, it really didn’t matter to him where exact as long as it‘s a bit hidden away from other people‘s eyes. Most of the times he’d have you pushed against a tree, your hands splat out on the wood while he‘s having his hands tight on the soft flesh of your ass. He‘s using his thumbs to spread you open further and most importantly, to have a pretty good view on your throbbing cunt. Tighnari could feel and obviously see your desperation, the way you tried to close your legs yet to no avail, unable to even comprehend anything other than the cold air ringing through your body. He‘s quick with it then— not wanting to waste anymore time before lining himself up with your tight hole, gently pushing his hips forward to be fully engulfed in your delicate walls. His head is thrown back as he sets a painfully slow but deep pace, reaching over to your face to slam his hand on your lips to prevent you to become louder than you already were.

there was nothing better for zhongli than taking you right on top of his desk in the wangsheng funeral parlor. He couldn‘t quite place on why he got so aroused having you splayed out like that, yet everything was there for him. Your body laying on top of the cold wooden desk while your legs were lazily thrown over his shoulders, eyes closed n hazy. Zhongli was so close too, his arms caging you in as he hid in the crook of your neck, taking in your addicting scent and fanning over your skin that was covered with a faint layer of sweat. "Zhongli." you‘re whining, your arms inviting him to kiss you passionately as the both of you moved in sinc, bodies pressed deeply into one another as your warmth combined. Moments like these were truly one of a kind in zhongli‘s eyes, he‘d never choose or prefer anything different than this.

whenever childe got home after a long day he always needed you to join his shower, the harsh droplets of water prancing over his sore body while he messily grinded himself into you. Your hands are flat on the shower walls while you‘re slightly arching your ass up for him to have a better view. Ajax grabbed a fistful of the soft flesh of your ass to drag you wilder over his throbbing length. You could feel him pulsate in you, walls sensitive from his relentless pace as he playfully voiced lewd words next to the shell of your ear. "you feel." he‘s gasping out particularly strong as you unconsciously tightened around him, "so fucking good." childe‘s throwing his head back at his approaching climax, the warm water only adding to the arousing feeling of the both of you using your bodies just as you pleased, moving as one and gradually coming undone together.

diluc couldn‘t help himself but love the way you would ride him in his leather chair, his head lolled back while his hands lazily helped you to drag yourself up and down his length. His eyes are barely open, if anything he‘d close them once in a while to relish in the pleasure he has been feeling right now. You were way too good at this, he thought to himself, his lower lip ever so often getting bitten by him to surpress yet another moan coming from his throat. Yet even diluc couldn‘t stop himself from hiding them all, you also adored whenever he‘d voice his pleasure, it added to the throbbing heat in between your legs. His groans are deep and full of adoration, his adams apple bobbing after he swallowed thickly, fingers digging into your skin to increase your pace. He honestly couldn‘t wait any longer, diluc just needed to cum right now, his hips thrusting up to meet your pace half way which resulted in you falling forward into his embrace. The both of you melting in another as you gradually reached your climax together.

kazuha had a thing for fucking you on beidou‘s ship, while also being very much aware that someone might hear you if you do get too loud. He‘s smiling the whole time, his hand only loosely hiding your mouth in an attempt to keep you silent while he‘s messily rutting into your cunt. His hips are circling around every time he‘s buried completely in you, resulting in turning you in an utter mess. He was so skilled in making you feel good, you adored whenever the both of you were intimate with each other. The way he inflicted pleasure on you was beyond belief, his cock reaching every sweet spot of your tight cunt and brushing through your walls impatiently. Your body was shivering, back bending into him as his pace gradually increased. "are you close?" kazuha was asking that with a grin, "are you scared they might hear us?" you could only nod at him, unable to voice a simple sentence when you were greeted with yet another deep chuckle, his hands placed on top of your lips to keep you still even though kazuha struggled with staying silent either.

the reason heizou would snuggle the both of you into watatsumi island, was for one, so he could fuck you in it. In a way it was funny to him, hilarious even, he was an expert in getting the both of you in with no one noticing, not to mention that he adored the ego boost he got once fucking you in a secluded area with no one watching. He really did it again, truly, your legs wrapped around his hips while heizou decided to go for a painfully slow yet deep pace, his tip grazing over your spongy walls downright pornographically as he hooked his hands on your knees to push them against your chest. He needed you tighter, wanted you to suck him in for all he cares, the lewd sounds that ran past your ears was almost embarrassing to you, yet you were way too busy keeping yourself still while he gradually rutted himself harder into your cunt, his girth stained with your juices in thick spurts and gushing over him had heizou throw his head back, climax dancing deep inside his gut and threatening to break any second now.

itto was secretly in love with fucking you on different locations, it really didn‘t matter where exactly the both of you would end up in, all that truly mattered was the adrenaline he felt whenever he was deep inside of you and most importantly, in a place he wasn‘t familiar with. The feeling of someone catching you or spotting the both of you was getting his groins on fire, his blood rushing through his veins and turning him into a complete mess in the process. "You feel so good." itto bit down on his lower lip, yet despite that a silent groan still escaped from past his throat— it sounded needy and desperate, as if he was craving for even more. Your body was spread out for him, bare and ready to be devoured by him and archons, he wasn‘t able to get you out of his head like that. You were truly beautiful in his eyes, cock twitching inside your walls and inflicting shockwaves on your body as your toes curled once itto arched his hips up a bit, hitting yet another spot of yours that turned your expression in a fucked out one.

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hentyehottie · 11 months

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chileee what is up with me & angst 😭 I was able to salvage this from my notes so I thought why not post it lol probably my first and last aot piece cause idk how to write them fr 😭 & sorry to the Reiner loves cause I wrote him so mean 😭

cw: fat shaming, fat phobia, best friend Eren, ex-boyfriend Reiner, mention of cheating, verbal abuse, mention of k!lling, friends to lovers, one sided pining, sorry if I missed anything!

Word count is undetermined but it’s not that long.

❀

Eren hasn’t said a word to you since you arrived at his apartment, puffy eyed and soaking wet from the rain, just stepped out of the way and allowed you to walk in.

You didn’t blame him, it’d been quite a while since the two of you had last spoken. Two or three weeks maybe, you couldn’t remember. It was difficult keeping track of time when your mind was slowly but surely shutting down. Either way it made you feel like shit.

You wanted to to sit and talk to him but your first priority was getting out of those wet clothes. You went straight to his bedroom, closing yourself in the en-suite.

You let the shower run for a little bit, fogging up the room and hopefully drowning out your sorrow as you sit on the covered toilet, aimlessly scrolling. You checked the notifications on your phone, tapping around until you heard your ex-boyfriend’s voice projecting from the speakers.

“Baby, just come back home. Please, let’s just talk about it.” “Hear me out, Y/N. I’m sorry okay, just come back.”

The way he was pleading you’d think he actually gave a damn about you.

“Come on Y/N,” There’s a short pause and a deep sigh. You know it’s coming. You hear the change in his tone, that false compassion and empathy has withered away. “Let’s face it, Y/N. Nobody’s gonna want you but me. Nobody’s into fat bitches. You’re lucky your face is cute. Nothing but a pretty face and a hole to fuck. Or should I say holes? I’m sure a slut like you takes it up the ass too-.”

Globs of hot tears ran down your face, budding at your chin and pooling on the screen of your phone. You deleted the nasty voice message Reiner left, only thirteen seconds into the minute and twelve second voice message, his harsh words breaking your heart all over again.

The wound was still fresh and he did nothing but cut you deeper. Why was he like that???

Blocking his number so you wouldn’t receive anymore, you were ready to be done with this shit. Ready to heal from Reiner and all the bullshit he‘s put you through.

After your eyes are cried out and your skin is parched from the piping hot water, you finally exit.

You didn’t leave with anything except your purse, phone and the clothes on your back, so you’re more than grateful to see a white tshirt and a towel on Eren’s bed waiting for you. The shirt was a little tight on your arms and the hem ended right at the cusp of your butt but it was better than nothing.

The California King in his bedroom looked freshly made, plush and inviting, but you’d spent far too many nights alone in an empty bed while your so-called partner occupied another. You should’ve known that’s how it’d be when you decided to get yourself into a domesticated situationship with a narcissistic cheater.

You opted for the couch, where Eren was also sitting. He’s munching on a bowl of cereal watching some crime documentary. The atmosphere is dull, but it’s not as bad as you thought it’d be.

“Hey!”

He didn’t bother feigning the same excitement, sending nothing but a head nod you’re way but you’re still grateful to get something out of him.

Maybe he was annoyed, which he had every right to be. It was late as hell, around three in the morning, and you honestly felt a little bad. Showing up out of the blue and forcing him to share his space.

“I really appreciate you letting me stay here, there were no rooms available anywhere.”

He ignored you, you figured he would. He hasn’t said much since you’ve been there. He’s treating you as if you’re a stranger, almost.

Unfortunately the documentary has lost all of his interest, he figured out the wife was the killer all along and there’s no reason to keep watching.

Now he’s stretching out, manspreading if you will, with his legs cocked open. He’s sporting that same bored look, except now he’s on his phone watching TikTok’s with his volume obnoxiously loud.

Honestly, he didn’t even touch this app unless he was watching the shit ton of videos you sent him at some manic hour of the night. But right now he needed something to distract him. To distract him from everything only you made him feel.

“I get paid Friday, I can send you something once it’s deposited, my money lookin kinda funny right now so...”

You’d spent close to your last getting an Uber to Eren’s. You weren’t sure why you even decided to come to Eren’s. Your parents lived in the same city and they probably would’ve been more welcoming than he was being right about now.

“When have I ever asked you to pay me back for anything y/n?”

His tone isn’t cold or mean, but indifferent. Like he doesn’t care. You’re sure he doesn’t.

The tension is almost tangible, thick and suffocating.

“I know, but-“ You cut yourself off, stumbling over your words. Your throat is scratchy and your mouth dry. You didn’t know exactly what to say to mend things between you and your bestfriend.

You hoped to pick up the pieces. Pickup where you left off like the two of y’all always did. But this here just showed how dumb and deluded you really were.

“I’m sorry…you were right.” You feel ashamed. Embarrassed even.

You can feel him staring at you, so you keep your eyes glued to your hands in your lap, twirling your thumbs in hopes to make amends.

“What are you talking about, y/n?” You can feel his gaze boring into you.

“About Reiner…and every-everything else really. We not getting back together, forreal this time, I can’t.”

He was right about everything. Reiner was an immature asshole. You trusted his smooth talking, pretty smile and it backfired horrendously.

Reiner was verbally abusive, insecure and mean, and he projected it without a care. Tore you down every chance he got, belittling you until you were almost an empty shell of your former self.

On top of that, he was insensitive as hell, bullied you worse than any of those middle and high school nobodies you no longer remembered.

He’d probably use his last breath to lie, just because. If you were blind he’d tell you the sun was blue and the sky was yellow, for no reason whatsoever other than to be a dick.

All of this Eren warned you about, but you just had to go and see for yourself. You fell for the first boy to show interest in you. The first to give you attention and affection. The first one who wasn’t looking to ‘try it out’ with a fat girl or looked at you like some pity case.

So you thought.

“You’ve said that before.”

“I know! But I mean it this time, and I’m so sorry for ghosting you and lying a-and putting him first before our friendship cause..I know you wouldn’t do that to me and I’m such an awful person-.”

Your sniffles turned into sobs, deep sobs that shook your entire body against his when he finally went against his stubborn ways and pulled you into a hug.

You sound sincere, but Eren doesn’t know if he believes you. Hell it wouldn’t be the first time you lied to him about getting back with Reiner.

He wanted to tell you off. Scold you and yell at you for abandoning him. For giving him your ass to kiss cus you thought you were in love, only to come crawling back asking him to pick up the fucking pieces, again.

“I should’ve listened to you.”

Words muffled into his chest but he heard you.

“You should’ve.” He doesn’t mean to sound condescending but it’s true. “I don’t like seeing you cry.”

His voice startled you a little bit, velvety and deep, chest rumbling as he still had you pressed up against his frame. The aloof facade cracking with each sob.

“I’ll handle it.”

He’d handle it. Handle him.

His arms embraced you tighter. One holding you against him while the other ran down your back, over your thigh then back up again as he allowed you to bawl your eyes out.

“I hate when you talk like that Ren,” You leaned back to look at him. “You know I don’t like unnecessary viole-.”

He grabs your face mid sentence, squishing your cheeks together, your lips round and pouty as you stared back at him.

“How’s it unnecessary when my princess is sitting here with tears running down her pretty ass face?”

It slipped but he made no attempt to correct it.

His princess. He’d always called you a princess, especially when y’all were younger. He found it very intriguing how spoiled you were, especially by the men in your life. Dad, uncles, even Eren himself.

He remembers saving up his little paychecks from working part time to spoil you as well, buying you little trinkets and gifts you probably didn’t even have anymore.

Nothing was unnecessary when it came to his princess. He’d die for you. Kill for you, even. You were the light of his dim life. Why wouldn’t you just realize it?

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silentiumdelirium · 3 months

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Steve is banging at the trailers door like his life is depending on it. After a few minutes a sleepy eddie opens the door, his eyes going big when he sees Steves face.

‚Whats up man you okay?‘

‚Uh yeah I just need to aks a favor‘ Steve says running a hand through his hair. Now that he‘s actually standing in front of Eddie he gets a bit nervous. He bites his lip and asks: ‚Uhm can I come in? Are you alone?‘

‚Uh yeah sure Waynes working.‘

Eddie steps aside and closes the door behind Steve who awkwardly stands in the living room like he never has been here.

Eddie looks at him chuckling. ‚Sure you okay?‘

Steve laughs to make the nerves go away, nod and shakes his hands out and after a few seconds decides to sit down.

‚Yeah sorry to just show up here but…‘

Eddie grins ‚no worries man you know you‘re always welcome. So what do you need? If its drugs I‘m sorry to disappoint but I just sold my last gram.

‚Uh no its not drugs. I wanted to ask If I can kiss you?‘

For a moment its completely silent then eddie laughs and looks at steve confused. ‚what?‘

‚yeah its well its for proofing robin something.‘

‚You got a bet going or something?‘

‚No not really more like a discussion. Like we talked about sexuality and I asked her how she knew she was gay and she said that she had a crush on a girl and also she kissed a guy and didn‘t like it and then I said well what if the guy was just a bad kisser and what if you still like guys like you like girls like how does she know she doesn‘t like both because you can do that aparently so she said she just knows but then I said kissing a guy and kissing a girl can‘t be that different like a mouth is a mouth right so I need to proof that to her.‘

Eddie looks at him for a moment completely baffeld by his rambles then stutters: ‚ By…by kissing me?‘

‚Well yeah you‘re my only male friend at the moment like besides the kids but I‘m obviously not gonna kiss a kid so yeah…‘

‚oh’

‚oh?‘

Eddie fidgets for a few seconds with his fingers then smiles shyly: ‚I just woke up I haven‘t even brushed my theeth like…‘

‚Doesn’t matter its just a kiss no big deal.‘

‚Like with tongue?‘

‚Yeah of course with tongue or else it doesnt count!‘

‚Oh okay. I… I dont know Steve…‘

Steve‘s confused for a second because he hasn‘t really seen Eddie being shy like this. Usually it‘s Eddie who‘s flirting with him or making fun of him but this seems to comptely throw him off. So Steve decided that this was probably a bad Idea and he really doesn‘t want to scare him off and lose him as a friend so he says:

‚Look if you don’t want to it’s alright of course you don’t have to…sorry that was a bad idea never mind.‘

‚No its fine Steve.‘

‚No I shouldn‘t have asked you this just because you’re my only male friend its no fair…‘

‚It’s okay Steve really it’s just…‘ Eddie laughs nervously ‚I‘ve never kissed anyone.‘

‚What?‘

‚Yeah I mean I‘ve never kissed anyone besides Chrissy in sixth grade but was just a short peck definitely without tongue so apparently it doesen’t count anyway I didn‘t really like it because you know gay and everything so yeah no I haven‘t kissed anyone since…‘

‚What?‘ Steve just looks at him completely thrown off. Eddie chuckles.

‚Why are you so surprised? I mean its not like Hawkins is crawling with gay people just available for kissing and also im like the town freak so it’s not like there’s a line of single men waiting outside to be kissed by me…‘ Eddie trails off a bit embarrased while Steve just contious to stare at him.

I’m sorry Eddie…‘ he starts saying but Eddie interrupts him. It‘s okay don’t worry it’s not like I‘m desperate or anything.‘

‚I can’t be your first kiss!‘

‚Why not?‘

‚Because it should be real and not just an experiment.‘

‚You know what why not? I mean you can probably also teach me a thing or two I mean you‘ve kissed loads and I mean I should train a little bit for that chance that a real kiss comes up right?‘

‚Right but…‘‘

‚Now c’mon Steve you have to kiss me now!‘

‚Okay are you sure Eddie?‘

‚Yeah sure let’s go!‘

Steve stands up and walks over to Eddie who has been standing at the kitchen counter the whole time and he takes his face in one hound and holds the other to the back of his head.

‚Ready?‘ Steve asks and suddenly he‘s so close that he can feel Eddie‘s breath on his skin. ‚Yeah’ Eddie whispers and gets closer both hands gripping the kitchen counter not daring to move an inch. Steve closes the gap between them and feels Eddie’s warm lips on his.

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Part 2

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie ficlet #steddie fanficiton #just something I wrote down in my notes the other day #and decided to post it #is this something?#i really don‘t know you have to tell me #also tell me if you want a part two #anyway english is NOT my first language so apologies for any mistakes #my writing

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liibility · 1 year

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some silly könig headcanons

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cannot cook. AT ALL. grilled cheese always ends up with one side burnt and the other barely cooked

chronically chapped lips, always forgets to put on chapstick

likes keeping his hands busy so he learned to woodcarve. thinks it‘d be cool to learn to crochet/knit but knives and spare bits of wood are more readily available

didn‘t know you were supposed to spit out the shells on sunflower seeds

when he was young he‘d scribble himself out of class photos. he thought it looked better that way

favourite ice cream flavour is vanilla. doesn‘t understand why anyone would make licorice an ice cream flavour (too polite to say this out loud)

has impeccable table manners

stares a lot but it‘s hard to tell where he‘s looking because of his mask

when he falls in love with someone he falls HARD. treats you like royalty

MUSTARD FIEND!!!!! not a big fan of ketchup

likes supporting your whole body/having all your weight on him. idk he just enjoys it a lot

#könig #könig headcanons #cod headcanons #könig x reader #projects my mustard love onto him*#my brain is completely fried all i know is könig

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cyberrat · 1 month

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WAIT! So if Val’s dick is a prehensile tentacle, does that mean he can fuck himself with it? Any time he gets horny and doesn’t have partner available, he can just stuff his own dick in his cunt and go about his day while simultaneously getting off on both ends 😩🥵

I was thinking about that after I posted it ngl

Can‘t decide if I want it to be horny or some kind of goddamn self-soothing because he‘s pathetic and hot 😩👏

#peeps being cutie pies

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moonandsunwoo · 2 years

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txt taking care of their sick s/o

# — pairing: Bf!txt x you

# — genre: fluff only fluff

# — warnings: being sick (but taken care of)

This was requested with such a sweet message, thank you again for your kind words, i really appreciate it <3 i hope you like this!! I wrote the reverse situation some time ago and you can find it here if interested! Now have fun <3

Soobin — Very gentle care, gentle foreheadkisses, gentle knocking at the door for check ups, gentle scents from teas and soups, him literally suffering with you when you have to take a bitter medicine. You‘re always his priority but when sick !! You‘re his first number one priority. Comes to bring you food to the bed and sits next to you with his plate so you (and he) dont have to eat alone <3

Yeonjun — He‘s definitely the type of bf to take a whole day off/ work from home so he can take care of you. He cooks comfort meals (tries it at least), makes tea, probably and very possibly babies you to no end. He has to!! Its his royal duty to live out his inner unlicensed nurse to the fullest. If he can‘t take a day off, he will make sure to have his phone close and notifications on so he can be of help if you need any.

Beomgyu — Violent care. He is ADAMANT to get you back up on your feet asap. Sometimes, when he thinks you‘re asleep you can hear him cuss out whatever sickness got to you, just quietly under his breath. If you want to he will get his guitar and play a bit for you and he will put honey into your tea for your throat (if you‘re vegan read: agave syrup). He cares a lot, he hopes you can see that even if his attempts may be a bit clumsy sometimes. Beomgyu is a good boy(friend)

Taehyun — He has a medicine cabinet and a brain, he will know a way how to ease any pains and discomforts you might be feeling. And if he can‘t, then he will try his best to help you through it. There‘s cuddles, theres cute little notes when you wake up, there‘s carefully helping you get dressed or put your hair into a protective hairstyle (if needed) so you can lay comfortably.

Hueningkai — He (and others…🧸) probably calls his mum for tips first and then resorts to bringing comfort through teas and quality time. If you don‘t like tea, syrup. Cola. Whatever he can find. He insists on spending time with you because thats what gets him fit the fastest: cuddling (scientifically approved). He will of course offer you every single one of his plushies for mental support and makes sure your waterbottle is always filled up when he has to leave and there are snacks (probably poprocks and gummy worms but hey he tried) available for you

#words of my own [writing]#txt reactions #yeonjun x you #yeonjun x reader #soobin x you #soobin x reader #hueningkai x you #hueningkai x reader #taehyun x you #taehyun x reader #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu x you #kpop reactions #kpop fluff #txt fluff

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klett161 · 3 months

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So I think many people are not aware about the current state of Julien Assange, the founder of Wikileaks since he‘s not getting a lot of media attention any more and the news cycle has long moved on.

Around 2 years ago the British courts already ruled that hell be extradited into the Usa where he will spend the rest of his life in jail under according to amnesty International: „a real risk of serious human rights violations including possible detention conditions that would amount to torture and other ill-treatment“. In the Usa he will face charges for his Journalistic practices such as leaking footage of Us soldiers committing war crimes.

Right now he‘s being held in Belmarsh high security prison in the east of London, England. He has been there since two years ago and is currently being held in solitary confinement. While the courts in the Uk already ruled about his extardidment to the Usa two years ago he is right at the moment in the process of making his last appeal. if it fails which it mostly likely will his last chance would be an appeal to the Un human rights comitee. The last appeal in front of the court in the Uk will be held on the 16th and 17th of February.

He is being charged for „being a risk to the national security of the United States of America“ under the 1917 Espionage act which was put in place during the Usa‘s Involvement in the first world war to fight german spy’s in Us Institutions and should have been abolished after the end of it. Instead it stayed in place up until today conveniently giving the Us-Government a reason to jail some of their stongest critics.

You just have to really think about the Implications that this whole case carries with it, if the Us Government can classify every document they don‘t want the public to know about because it would Inform them about their atrocities and crooked doings and everyone leaking them can get charged how can you still talk about a functioning Democracy? Not that I think that any representative democracy especially not the one in the Usa represents the true will of the people. But even taken this aside the rational of a democracy must be that information is somewhat available for voters to base their decision on. The thing is the Us-Government knows and this includes both parties that all of their little war adventures in the middle east and the all civilian casualties, displaced people and other atrocities commited would,even under the most ignorant Americans, raise some eyebrows. THEY FEAR THE TRUTH

And I think all of this is not only typical for the Us but for basically every liberal democracy. Nominally there is a right to free speech for everyone up until the point that you pose a real thread to the Government. And no, the constitution will not defend you because guess what even if there are no convenient laws like the Us espionage act that help to prosecute you, there are all sorts of secret services that don’t give a fuck about the constitution and their only purpose is to do what ever is best for the nation-state they are serving weather that is overthrowing government’s, bribing a court or assasinations doesn’t matter. And if the Usa can keep on silencing its sharpest critics without international condemnation or condemnation by their citizens, other western countries will follow this example and be more confident to prosecute their own critics openly, I do believe this is somewhat of a slippery slope.

There will be some last big demonstrations on the 20th and 21st of February outside of the royal court where the hearings will take place. Demonstrations starting as early as 8:30(GMT) so if you live in the area consider going. And even if you don’t live near london you can still get active, share Information, talk to friends and family, make solidarity graffitis, write an article for a local newspaper or zine, attend solidarity demonstrations or if there are none in your area organize one yourself. Anything really just don‘t look away

Please Reblog and share not only this post but all posts aiming to raise awareness about this topic.

This struggle is not merely about Julien Assange it‘s about press freedom as a whole. And not just in the Us but everywhere, so go and fight for free speech while you still can

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amnesty International: https://www.amnesty.org/en/petition/julian-assange-usa-justice/

#leftism #anarchism #socialism #war crimes #usa #julian assange #assange #free assange #press freedom #freedom of speech #journalism #wikileaks #whistleblower #anti authoritarian

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luimagines · 11 months

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Hi! I can’t sleep (I’m writing this in bed at midnight) and I forgot to request proposal headcannons while requests were open. So now I’m inflicting you with my own headcannon about how Twilight would propose. Woe be upon ye. This one is an earnest attempt on your life (consider my last story to be a half-hearted try with a foam knife). Warning: long ask.

The rancher had been incredibly nervous about this for a really, really long time. He’s done a remarkably good job at hiding it from you (for a Link, that is). You’d assumed he’d been stressed with the upcoming harvest since that was the most logical conclusion you could come to given the available information. Given that, you decided to try and ease his stress some by pilfering his pumpkin soup recipe and then asking him to help you make it — activities are always more fun together, after all.

He complies because he can never deny you anything that’s in his power to give. That and he really enjoys cooking with you. It’s domestic and sweet and it gives him butterflies — which ultimately only serves to make his upcoming proposal all the scarier. On the one hand, he could have this domesticity every day and hold you while you both sleep every night. But on the other… what if you say no and things become awkward?? What if you end up breaking up with him??? It’s hard to stay present and not spiral into worst-case scenarios as he gets a small taste of what could be.

You, sensing he’s becoming stressed, come up and hug him from behind while he’s stirring the soup. He inhales sharply as you lay your cheek against his back, but he melts into your touch. His panicked thoughts quiet instantly — you’ve always had that effect on him. “What’s wrong, my love?” You ask, concerned. His drawl is a little thicker than normal and his voice is warm. You might not be able to see his face from your position, but you can actually hear the small smile and soft look that have spread over his features, “it’s nothin’ to trouble yourself with, darlin’. I’m alright now. I jus’ needed a hug and didn’t realize it is all.”

You hum, not entirely convinced but recognizing the half-truth for what it is. You’ve quietes whatever thoughts are plaguing him, but there’s obviously something. He’s not the type to get this stressed out over “nothing.” He evidently doesn’t want to talk about it for some reason though.

“There’s a difference between ‘it’s nothing’ and ‘I don’t want to talk about it.’ The latter is always an acceptable answer, but I rather you tell me that. I won’t force you to tell me what’s bothering you, but I want you to know you can come to me with anything.” You say as your grip around his waist tightens (and as you have to force yourself to think of anything but how muscular his back is and the fact that you can feel his abs under your hands).

If there was any tension left in his body at all, it deflates all at once as you speak. “Trus’ me, I know. And I appreciate that more than you know, darlin’. But I meant it. It was a silly thing to be worried about, all things considered, I’m all righ’ now. Thank you.” He keeps stirring the soup with one hand, but one large hand comes to rest overtop where your own have wrapped themselves around his middle, his thumb caressing your skin. He’s told you the truth, he really isn’t worried anymore. He knows the life he can give you is a simple one, but it’s one full of love and happiness. There’s something about the way you hold him, the tenderness of the embrace, that makes him realize that everything’s gonna be okay in the end.

He‘s no longer afraid you’ll say no. Not necessarily because you couldn’t do better (he’s quite convinced you could if you wanted to, no matter now frequently you tell him otherwise), but because you love him. Completely, with every fiber of your being; just as much as he loves you. He allows himself to believe that you would choose him just as many times over as he would choose you.

When the soup finishes cooking, the pair of you eat dinner together. You spend an hour and a half just talking and laughing and enjoying each other’s company. When the meal ends and you’ve both put your dishes away, he takes your hand in his and asks if you’ll go on a walk with him. You accept readily.

He leads you through a winding path that leads out into one of the wheat fields, the pair of you continuing your conversation the whole way. Eventually, you reach the edge of the field. There’s a small clearing and a crystal clear water running through the tall golden stems, the sunset just over the horizon.

He looks at you with an undeniable warmth in his eyes and expression, but there’s also a serious look on his face. Sensing he needs to tell you something important, you quiet your laughter. Much to your surprise, he grabs his sword off his waist and lays it down on the dirt beneath you two. He kneels down on his right knee. His left fist is planted in the dirt and his right rests over his heart.

“Darlin’, words can’t even begin to express how much you mean to me. Yer the light of ma life and the reason I get up every mornin’. If ‘m being honest, I can’t imagine ma life without you in it. What I want more’n anything in this world is to wake up with you in ma arms every mornin’, and to make dinner with you every evening like we did t’day.” He’s starting to tear up now as he looks up at you. “Would you do me the honor of marryin’ me?”

You can’t seem to find your voice. At some point while he was talking your hands came up to cover your mouth as you start to cry a little. You nod and that’s all he needs. The next thing you know, he’s shot to his feet and has wrapped you up in a warm embrace. You pull him down for a kiss and he complies happily. You can feel within the action just how much he loves you and how happy you’ve made him today.

When you pull away he has a biggest goofiest grin on his fact that you’ve ever seen. He slips a small box out of his pocket and produces a gorgeous, albeit simple ring (that explains where the extra money he’s been putting away lately went). Gingerly, he takes your left hand in his free one and ever so gently slides the ring onto your finger. Right where it belongs. You’re his, and he’s yours, and now everyone will be able to see it. It’ll be legally true soon enough.

Man, he really can’t wait until your beautiful face is the first thing he sees every morning. Bedhead and all.

- glitter ✨

THIS IS AN ATTEMPT ON MY LIFE!!!

I'M TAKING YOU ALL DOWN WITH ME!!!!!

Thank you, Glitter. I love this. This was so sweet. <3

#pinky replies #anon stories #someone remind me to add it to the masterlist please!#A story for all of you <3 #very lovely #very sweet #well written

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asirensrage · 2 years

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Succumb - Steve Rogers x OC

Title: Succumb Fandom: MCU Pairing: Steve Rogers x OC Word count: 4210 Warnings: torture, forced pregnancy, kidnapping, isolation, swearing, illness, biological warfare, dubious-consent, coercion. Also available on Ao3

Summary: Steve Rogers is betrayed. He's not the only one.

Notes: shout out to @vixenofcourse who indulged me as I delved into this idea after I read Flowers in the Attic. All of my thanks to her for editing it for me. The sketch used in the banner above is gorgeous and for sale. Check it out here. Also, please let me know what you think. I'd love to hear your thoughts on this (and not just because I have ideas of what happens after...)

This is a darker fic. Heed the warnings.

Steve Rogers is betrayed.

He’s led down into this place he doesn’t recognize by Sitwell. He’s been back in the world for only a few months, barely long enough to start figuring out the way things work. He’s not entirely sure he likes the people he’s surrounded by but aside from their initial deception after he thawed, SHIELD has tried to help guide him…even though they keep assuming he can’t adapt.

He hears a woman calling out for help and with a quick glance at Sitwell who doesn’t seem concerned, Steve picks up the pace. He’s locked in with her before he can stop it. Confused, he demands to be released only to be told to think of it as a vacation. One with a willing, warm body for his needs. The woman cries harder at that and all Steve can think about is how fucking stupid he is in this moment. He didn’t even suspect the trap or question the directive that no weapons were allowed past the stairs.

He tries to break open the door, the walls, anything to be released. Nothing moves. Seems they’ve learned their lesson from his first awakening on their turf. Eventually, he slumps down and looks at the woman who’s been ‘given’ to him. She looks like she just got off work at an office.

“I’m sorry,” he says. He means it too.

“It’s not your fault,” she replies, wiping her face free of tears. “You didn’t put me here. Fucking SHIELD did.”

Days pass.

The room they have been forced into is small, especially for two people. Barely long enough to lie down with his feet planted against one wall and stretch his arms over his head to brush the opposite wall with his fingertips . There’s a bare foam pad for a mattress on the floor in the corner and a washroom with a toilet securely fastened down, same with the shower head over the drain in the floor. There’s no shower curtain or partition for privacy, only a missing door. He’s seen better conditions during the war.

Steve learns her name, Eurydice, and that she had just recently started working in the Human Resources department of the agency. An agent had asked for her assistance…before throwing her in here a couple days ago, she thinks. They didn’t tell her why. They didn’t speak to her at all until he came.

Food is delivered only during the night and rationed throughout the day. He tries, over and over, to grab whoever is delivering it. He somehow never manages as it’s shoved through an opening in the door. He spends a couple of days trying to break it but when he attempts it, they’re not fed. He abandons this venture only once his vision is blurring and his hands begin to shake while the woman he’s with is curled in the corner, trying to quell the misery of her hunger. Food begins to arrive again after he stops.

Finally, they are told why they’re there. Why they won’t be released any time soon.

“You are a rare specimen, captain,” an anonymous voice says. The speaker is buried in the wall. “We were not able to procure a sample of your semen while you were emerging from the ice, so we’ll do this the old-fashioned way. You’ll sleep with the girl, Captain and give us the child.”

There have been few moments where Steve has actually been overcome with rage. This is one of them. But it is nothing compared to her.

He‘s never heard some of her swears before, even from the men he’s spent time with in the forties.

“It’s okay,” he says. “I promise. No matter what. I won’t touch you, okay? It won’t happen. I’ll get us out of this. Now we know what they want so we just don’t give it to them. We’ve got this.”

He does not have this.

Neither of them do. He realizes, likely too late, that he should have tried to actually build relationships with the people he’s met. How many of them are wondering where he is? Is anyone? Or has SHIELD spun a story addressing his disappearance? What about hers?

There’s nothing to do but talk or draw on the walls with the pen and charcoal he had stashed in one of his pockets that would have held his sketchbook. She is a terrible artist but she fills the silence as he draws.

Eurydice (“Dizzy to my friends”) is 29 and named after the Greek myth. Her father was a classics professor, her mother an accountant. She‘s new to the city and only joined SHIELD because she needed a job, not out of some patriotic duty. She likes spicy food and tacos and green tea. She prefers comedies over action and she misses listening to her father’s voice reading to her. Her voice breaks at that.

Steve tells her about his mother, about Bucky and even about Peggy.

She scoffs at that last relationship, with one of the founders of SHIELD, and they fight. It ends with her retreating to the bathroom and Steve nearly breaking his own hand punching the wall. She’s wrong. He wants her to be wrong but part of him worries she’s not.

Then the music starts.

It blares from the speakers, causing Eurydice to curl up, covering her ears. Steve tries to find the speakers, to break them, but it’s so loud that he can’t hear where it’s coming from. It lasts for hours and when it finally stops, when they finally have silence after curling into each other trying to help cover their ears, the fight is long forgotten.

It doesn’t stop there.

They don’t get a change of clothes. The temperature seems to drop with no pattern. He offers his warmth, promising to be respectful and not touch her any more than necessary, but they go from trying to huddle together to her choosing to lean against him constantly. She shivers in the dark and it’s all Steve can do to try to keep either of them from freezing. It’s only when they’re curled up together, when her teeth stop chattering as her head rests against his chest, that the cold seems to ease.

Despite everything, despite being used as an experiment and being seen as a paragon of virtue, Steve is human. He’s a man. In the weeks that pass, filled with mindless boredom and conversation about anything possible, he finds himself entranced.

She’s quick-witted, funny and while she’s a bit of a pessimist, she’s trying. That means a lot to Steve. Especially when she tries to cheer him up.

She’s also gorgeous in an old-fashioned way. She reminds him of the faded photographs his mother kept of family and friends gone or left behind. It’s subtle, and he thinks in this time maybe she’s overlooked. He can’t help but watch her and not because she’s the only other person here rarely more than arm’s length away. Eurydice is all soft curves and bright eyes and sharp tongue. He thinks if they had met some other way, he would have been tempted to ask her out. Considered leaving the memory of Peggy in the past to get to know her.

He wants and wants and wants. But Steve made her a promise. He won’t touch her. He’s not even going to let her know how he yearns.

“SHIELD can’t be good,” she tells him one day. “Not when they’re doing this.”

She’s leaning against him, beyond exhausted. He’s always trying to hide her behind his bulk, away from the door. Away from anything that could hurt her.

“I know,” he says. He’s been thinking of it since the day they locked them in. The Peggy he knew wouldn’t have accepted this but he’s wondered if he ever really knew her, how early the rot set in, how she and others could have missed it. A romance on and off a battlefield didn’t actually mean they knew every facet of each other. All the good and the bad and what might be seen as an acceptable compromise to secure something that looks like peace and security. After all, history is full of them.

In the time he’s been here, he thinks he’s seen every side of Eurydice. He’s held her as she cried in despair or raged against their captivity. Slept with her pulled against him, trying to share his body heat. Shared every meal. He’s been subject to her anger even her pain when she menstruated. She’s seen every part of him in return. His anger, his sarcasm, the way he likes to pretend to be the version the public expects and the real him. She’s heard all of his hopes and dreams and frustrations. She knows how he hasn’t fully trusted anyone since Bucky.

“I wish I could draw you,” he tells her when she’s falling asleep. “I wish—” He stops himself and looks at the walls around them. He’s covered them in landscapes and memories of New York. He’s drawn everything he could think of, anything to keep him from reaching out to her. Even when she’s the one who moves closer, who tries to comfort him. “I’m sorry,” he says. “Only have a pencil but I’m trying to give you the world. However I can.”

“Thank you, Steve,” she murmurs back. He feels her relax further into him and he closes his eyes, trying to focus on the sound of her breathing.

So of course the music starts again.

He feels her eyes on him almost constantly, though it’s long ago become a comforting weight. But lately, she looks away every time he tries to meet her gaze, to figure out what she’s thinking. It’s the only thing she really hides from him. He hates it. He wants her to tell him, to admit it. He wants to know that he’s not alone in feeling like this.

So he relishes the moments she gives. The way she talks to him when she tries to sooth his anger, how she’s always the first to reach out to him, to tuck herself against his side. She’s the one who moves closer because he swore he wouldn’t and it takes everything in him not to pull her tighter against him and not let her go.

The soap they share lingers on her skin and he breathes it in every chance he gets. It’s better on her but mainly because there’s some part of him that enjoys her having his scent, as though he can claim her in any way possible without actually crossing the boundary he placed between them. It makes him feel like this is all welcomed. That if he closes his eyes, he can pretend that they’re somewhere warm. That they chose to be together instead of forced. He thinks he’d choose her now over anyone.

He doesn’t want to scare her.

It’s been weeks. Months? He should know but when he’s not thinking about how they’re going to escape, he’s thinking about her.

Maybe it’s the sleep deprivation. They haven’t been able to grab even a full hour anymore. Any time they get close to falling asleep, the music starts or the temperature drops and they’re forced back to alertness. It doesn’t matter if it’s only one of them or both, they’re not allowed to rest. He can’t help it though.

He thinks about how she sometimes smiles and how it feels like it lights the whole place up. He thinks about what it would be like to touch her, to have her relax against him completely. He thinks about the way she sometimes holds her breath, the soft sounds she tries not to make when she's in the shower and he pretends he doesn’t hear. He wants to know if she thinks of him then, like he does her.

He thinks about how she’s starting to thin out, that the curves he first noticed are beginning to shrink. He doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like how she’s not moving as fast as she used to, that her quick-witted responses aren’t happening as much. Apathy is setting in.

He thinks about what it would be like if they weren’t here, if they were in some apartment with the sun shining in through the windows and he tries to ignore the itch to draw her.

He needs to get them out of here. If only so they can have a real chance.

The sleep torture stops as suddenly as it started and Steve has no idea how long they sleep in the ringing quiet.

Something is wrong.

It starts with a cough. Dizzy tells him that it’s nothing, the air is dry and she’s prone to allergies. He believes her. Until it doesn’t fade. He asks their captors for another blanket, something to help her, but they don’t respond and the cough continues to linger.

He hears it constantly. It does not ease and Dizzy starts running a fever. She won’t eat and while he should be grateful that they finally get to sleep, she’s sleeping longer and longer. As if it’s getting harder to be awake.

Then it turns from a mild persistent cough into long barking hacks. He doesn’t need to see the blood speckled in her palm to know that it’s the same thief that took his Ma.

Steve rages.

She would have needed to be infected and since he has been her only companion, he knows who’s responsible.

“God fucking damn it!” he screams at the ceiling. “Heal her!”

There is silence in return until finally the air crackles. “Comply,” the voice says around him. He shakes his head, but fear settles in his chest as Dizzy starts coughing again.

Steve breaks.

“Fine,” he swallows and prays she forgives him. He can’t lose her. “Heal her and I’ll do it.”

Silence answers again.

“Fuck!” He punches the door. It dents slightly but does not budge and Steve breaks at least one knuckle.

He hears a noise as the slot where their food is delivered opens. He turns towards it, waiting for it to open.

“Place your arm through the hole, Captain.”

“What?”

“Present your arm for injection.”

He clenches his jaw, trying to quell the desire to refuse. To reach out and break whoever is there but then Dizzy coughs again, her body wracking with it. He kneels at the door and shoves his arm through the hole. He turns to stare at Dizzy as he waits until he feels the needle.

When he wakes up, she’s gone.

It takes three days.

They torture him in her absence, filling the silence with sounds of her coughing and wheezing. Sounds of her hacking up blood. He doesn’t sleep and he almost imagines he hears his mother, as though he’s back there in the hospital helplessly watching her die.

Finally, the door slot opens again.

“Present your arm for injection.”

“Tell me she’s okay.”

“Your arm, Captain.”

“Is she okay?”

He almost hears a sigh. “If you want her to return, you will present your arm.” He does.

This time when he wakes up, his head is in her lap. She’s humming softly as she strokes back his hair. It’s almost as though she’s bathed in light but they don’t have any windows. Maybe he’s hallucinating.

“You’re okay,” he breathes.

“Yeah,” she says softly. “They healed me.”

He sits up and cups her cheek softly, looking over her face, trying to memorize every feature. She looks better. She looks alive but he can see the impact that this last attempt to force their compliance has had on her.

“I’m sorry,” he tells her softly. He's sorry that she's been drawn into this mess. Sorry that they've almost killed her over and over in attempts to get them to comply and he's sorry...that part of him isn't because god, he just wants to touch her and if this is the only way, he'll take it.

She gives forgiveness in two words. “It’s okay.”

They demand compliance immediately. He begs them for a reprieve. They are granted three days before they promise to replace her.

Steve sits on the foam pad, his back pressed against the wall. He’s already confessed to her, told her what he promised in exchange for her life.

Dizzy moves, throwing a leg over him before she settles, straddling his lap. His hands come up to her waist automatically. He’s so used to touching her now, even just casually. He didn’t realize how much he missed it until she went out of her way to reach for him. Even when it wasn’t completely out of survival.

“I don’t want to die,” she breathes. “If we…they’re going to kill me either way. I have no value to them except for this. If we don’t, they’ll bring someone new but if…if I get pregnant they’re going to tear the kid out of me and I’ll die knowing I lost them to-” she cuts herself off, closing her eyes and trying to bury her face in his chest. He tries to hold her closer, as though he can protect her from these fears. They’d been here too long.

“I won’t let them.” He forces himself to sound assured, even though they’ve been trying to find an escape since they’ve been locked in. He won’t let anything happen to her. Ever. “This might look like an unwinnable fight, but I’m not gonna give up. I don’t know how. So I’m with you ‘til the end of the line, and that’s not coming any time soon.” He pauses slightly before he tells her, “you’re mine. I’ll kill them if they touch you.”

He says it like a promise but they both know promises can be broken. They were strangers when they met, when they were forced into this place and no matter what he’s tried, their captors have always been able to outmaneuver him.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.” She shudders against him when he whispers it, his mouth by her ear. “What you feel like. What you taste like. I want to know every sound, every expression, every shiver.”

His thumb is rubbing soft circles against the skin of her back. She shifts slightly, trying to get closer and he tries not to buck up against her. He’s relished the feel of her before but this is different. This is a chance to gain everything he’s been dreaming about.

“Tell me what you want,” he says, his voice low. “What you like.”

“I don’t know.”

“You do. You’re just too afraid to say it.” He moves so that his face is inches from hers. “If you want me to stop, tell me.” She doesn’t. His gaze darts to her lips before searching hers. All he sees is the same hunger he feels for her. He kisses her. Softly, at first, until she moves her mouth against his and his grip tightens. His kiss deepens and she arches against him. He pulls at the slip she’s wearing, desperate to get closer, to feel anything but the fear and anger and helplessness that has saturated them.

How long have they been fighting this? How long…how long have they been here? The kisses turn frantic as she rocks against him.

It doesn’t matter. Not anymore.

They make her take a pregnancy test. Every morning. The only blessing this offers is that it gives them a way to track the days.

Steve finds he can’t stop touching her. Now that he knows what she feels like, some of the sounds she makes though she tries desperately to be quiet because they’re watched, he can’t resist. They are commanded to fuck at least once a day, to fulfil their end of the bargain they were forced into. He does his best to hide her, to cover her as completely as he can so that he can grant her some small mercy.

It is destroyed with the tests.

Negative test after negative test. Both of them try to hide their relief. They’ve given in, but they’ll do anything they can to keep a child from being born into this torment. Neither of them will give it up to whatever god forsaken plans their captors have.

But their luck can’t hold out forever and eventually their fears are confirmed. One morning the test is positive.

“Stay here,” he tells her. He has spent weeks trying to work his way out and now? Now something is happening and the door…the door is ajar.

“Absolutely not,” she says. “What if it closes again and then I’m just stuck here. Alone.”

He swallows tightly. They’re both dehydrated, both hungry but he has to take this chance. He just needs her safe. And safe is with him, he reminds himself. He can’t trust anyone else with her.

“Okay,” he nods. “But follow me and listen to exactly what I say, okay?”

“Sir, yes sir,” she says dryly. He shoves down the way it makes his cock twitch.

“Come on.” He grabs her hand and angles them so that she’s hidden behind him as they leave. She’s small enough now that he’s certain no one would see her. He could block any attacks.

The hall is deserted.

Eurydice stays quiet behind him and if it wasn’t for the fact that he can feel her hand in his, he’d almost think she wasn’t there.

He remembers the way. It’s been etched into his head since that door slammed shut behind him. Since he first saw her, tears in her eyes as she looked at him with hope and then fear.

They don’t come across anyone for several nerve wracking minutes. It’s odd and alarming enough that he pulls her closer. He doesn’t relax, even when he feels her other hand dig into the back of his shirt. He only prys her fingers off of him, ushering her to stand against the wall as he moves forward to the first guard they come across. It’s luck that keeps the man from turning around too soon. It’s Steve who swiftly disarms him and slams the man’s head into the wall, over and over until there’s a bloody smear when he finally lets the body fall. It does nothing to ebb his anger and he looks back for Dizzy. She’s already moving forward, reaching for him again. She doesn’t even spare the body a glance.

He takes their gun and radio, which he keeps, and strips them of the bulletproof vest which he quickly puts on Dizzy. Nothing is going to stop them from leaving this place.

He hears her breath hitch as they pass a window. It had been months, possibly a year, since they even saw sunlight. Since they’ve seen anything except four walls and each other.

“We’re almost there,” he says softly. “I got you.”

“I know,” she whispers back. It strengthens his resolve.

He leads her up a flight of stairs before he forces her back against the wall, shielding her body with his. There’s noise at the door and he raises the gun, ready to shoot.

The door opens and he catches sight of a familiar face before it pulls back faster than it appeared. The next thing he sees is an arrow directed at him.

“Stand down!”

“No.”

“Cap?” The archer peers at him as he moves into view. “Holy shit.” Steve does not lower his weapon. SHIELD forced them into that room. Everyone he’s known has been SHIELD. Eurydice not included. She was betrayed as he was. She was the only one he could trust.

“Cap, it’s me. Hawkeye.”

“What are you doing here?” Steve demands.

“What–we’ve been looking for you. Have you…have you been here the whole time?” Clint lowers the bow, loosening his hold on the arrow. It would be so easy for Steve to shoot him. Even he wouldn’t be fast enough and Steve…he needs to get them out of here. “Holy shit,” he says again. “We were told you were on a mission but La–Nat thought something was wrong.”

Steve forces himself to relax. He steps towards Clint who’s staring at him like he’s never seen him before. It’s likely the facial hair. They never gave them anything that might be turned into a weapon or used to hurt themselves.

“We have to go,” he tells his former teammate.

“Yeah, come on. I know a way. There’s a blind spot on the left side–”

Clint falls. His distraction in pointing the way gives Steve the moment he needs to knock the man out. He’s not taking any chances.

He gets them out.

They don’t stay in the city. They don’t stay still. When they’re finally free, when they’re out of the city and alone, they stand outside in the sun. They breathe. And if Steve takes the chance to kiss her again, to press her against the car and fuck her, all that matters is the fact that she wants him just as bad. That she begs him for more.

“They’re not going to let you go,” Eurydice says. She touches the lower part of her stomach. “They won’t let any of us go.”

“Then I’ll burn it down,” he promises. “They won’t get another chance.”

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#steve rogers x oc #fic: succumb #oc: eurydice #darker!steve rogers #steve rogers fic #mcu fic #in which bad things happen #steve rogers/oc #darker fic #dark!fic

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f1uckinghell · 8 months

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Do you have any head canons about Lando‘s time at uni?

Maybe about the pack helping him study/calming him down when he‘s nervous?

Or more lighthearted about his friends: He‘s still really young and the „baby“ of the pack then. Is he more studious and shy with his friends or more outgoing and letting lose/partying? How do his friends react to meeting the pack and vice versa?

Oh yes I have some scalding hot takes for you!

Lando is the baby of the pack, he’s the youngest, the newest member (until Carlos joins) and just generally tends to fill the role of the pack baby just because of how their pack dynamics work and because he enjoys being babied a little bit on occasion.

HOWEVER

compared to his uni friends, he’s definitely more „mature“ in lots of ways. He’s engaged/about to get mated to his soulmate, he has parted ways with his family pack and has joined a new pack (and a spicy pack at that). There are even pups in his pack, too, which he occasionally babysits.

Compared to most of his friends, all of that is quite mature! I think the first time his new friends are like „omg wow“ at all of that, Lando is a bit surprised, because for once he isn’t the baby?! Friends ask him for relationship advice?! Friends ask him for his study methods (which he worked out with the help of his pack)?!

Of course Lando also parties and has fun, BUT 1. he doesn’t really drink and 2. there is always someone available to pick him up from the club in the middle of the night and 3. he never has one night stands with some alpha he met while partying (duh).

The pack kind of love his uni friends, and they all think it’s good (for each member!) to have friends outside of the pack.

#asks #virtues verse #fluff tag #pack tag #vv!lando

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wolfy-star1401 · 24 days

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Thank you @sw124 for this idea

To the Rescue, kiddo

Characters : little! Basil ( little age at the beginning around 6, later regress around 2 ), Cg! Professor Ratigan, big brother! Fidget & bill the lizard etc. & little info ; it’s a Au where Basil & Ratigan are a villain duo/ couple.

This story contains : kidnapping, blackmail, Basil getting injured, slight gore & cursing, Ratigan going into his beast form, accident, padding, and someone’s getting eaten by a cat

Summary : Basil gets kidnapped by a separate villain who a rival of Ratigan. Well, he’s gonna learn what will happen when someone‘s trying to harm his kiddo.

It was a ordinary boring day in Rarigan‘s hideout. Fidget and a few of his colleagues were playing ‘go fish’ with Basil who asked them to join the game. Unfortunately their cards seemed to rising up.

“ do you have any queen hearts, Bartholomew ? ” the lizard bill asked.

“ go fish ” the absent minded mouse said which bill replied by taking another card from the stack.

“ any king clovers ? ” ask one of the other thugs who wore a purple striped shirt with a sleeveless vest and black pants.

“ go fish ” bartholomew replied.

This continued until one of them, a kind of round mouse with a orange shirt with a brown vest and dark blue pants finally spoke up.

“ Ok, This isn’t going anywhere ! ” he snapped as he threw the cards on the table which made the rest of them flinch.

“ DUCKS ! ” Bartholomew said out of reflex.

“ when is the professor going to announce his next scheme ?! ” finished the orange-colored-shirt mouse annoyed.

“ I don’t know, he‘s very careful about planing ” fidget replies.

“ so, what are we gonna do until then ? ” asked bill while shrugging.

Fidget pounders and his eyes wandered off to Basil.

“ hey mate, how would you like going out and exploring ? ” he asked him mischievously which sparked basil’s interest.

“ yay ! ” the little one replied excitedly.

Not long after the group was exploring the near by area. While basil and Bartholomew were collecting pebbles and flowers, fidget & his colleagues were chatting and keeping an eyes on them.

After a while one of them offered to play hide and seek, one of them volunteered to be the seeker.

While he counts the rest scattered around to find a hiding place. Fidget climbed up a small tree, bill hid in the bushes, the other one hid behind the small trees where fidget was, Bartholomew was using a pair of broken tree branches to cover his face

while basil walked off far away but not too far from the others to the near by forest, he hid behind a big thick bush and waited for them so he can surprise them from behind.

After a couple minutes pasted he got bored and checked out behind his hiding place to see if they were arriving. To no avail.

He was about to get up and return to the others until he heard something. For a moment he thought it was them. Excitedly he looked up secretly only to see two big mean looking fellas.

“ hey, when are we going home now ? ” complained one of them, he looked liked he hadn’t combed his hair wore a black shirt with a white button on it.

“ not until we find some fresh meat for the boss ! ” said the other one annoyed at his parted.

“ it had been barley a week since he…. You know ….. did to the last one ” said the weaseled looking one.

While those two were talking, Basil was crawling quietly out behind the bush to a tree that was next by, pondering how to make it out of this.

While basil was thinking about a plan, one of the duo spoke “ hey Trent, do you have a feeling that someone‘s watching ?”. At that moment Basil began to run.

The tugs who only got a glimpse of him ran after him. Lucky for basil he managed to out run them since one of them ended up tripping resulting him and his companion to fall on the ground.

Basil stopped to catch up breath. Before he could got run, someone got him from behind and tracked him down.

“ don’t just lay there and help me, you idiots !” Yelled a gray furred rodent with a dark brown undershirt with a dark blue jacket.

Those two got up and tied up Basil’s arms and legs together. Basil cried out for help, but the weasel looking one covered a rag soked in chloroform on his mouth until he was knocked out.

Those thugs didn’t wasted any time, they took their victim and hit the road.

In the meanwhile fidget and the others who were looking for basil, heard his cries and came running as fast as they could only to find his plush dog.

“ we have to tell the professor ” said one of them, fearing the worst.

Meanwhile

Basil regained consciousness only to be faced with a Big white-furred-rodent with black patches on them, they also wore a black suit with a red tie on.

“ Well, I must say boys, you’ve done a great job. Not only did you all brought me a new play thing but also Ratigan‘s brat in one person. ” he laughed menacingly.

Basil looked at him angrily, trying to be brave right now.

This didn’t amused the leader. He sighed before turning to one of his minions who‘s called trent “ You, is the letter already written yet ?! ” he asked which trent replied by surging his shoulders.

While they were talking, Basil managed to secretly removed the rope that was tied on his hand ankle and feet. The moment on of the henchmen was ordered to bring their prisoner away, Basil bit their hand which resulted Rickie ( the weasel looking one ) to let go of him.

Unfortunately basil didn’t got close to the door before their leader tracked him down and broke one of his legs which resulted in Basil to let out a quiet painful whine.

The poor kid tried to pull himself together while the leader his captors were giving them oders.

“ Trent, you‘ll write a very lovely invite letter to our dear Ratigan ” he said with the last one having a sarcastic tone.

“ Rickie and Opale, you both bring our little guest to my Chamber and make sure he doesn’t slip away….. oh and don’t forget to tied up his mouth too”

And with that Basil was taken away.

“ I can‘t wait to see that idiotic look on that old man’s face. ” chuckled the leader.

Back to Ratigan‘s lair

Fidget and the others had just explained that they lost basil and don’t know where he could be, but have a bad feeling about this

When suddenly a brick with a letter tied to it got thrown into the window.

Fortunately no one was hurt but Ratigan got curious after the shock were off.

“ what in good faith, who would do such a thing ?” He said as he picked up the brick and took the letter out

Which he read out loud “ Dear professor Ratigan, as you should know that I got your little b^tch as my captive. So if you want him back alive, come to my hideous which is at the old tailor factory.

- Signed Vice W. Blackwool

After reading it, Ratigan crumbled the letter before turning to his henchmen.

“ my friends, how would you like to gather everyone together, cause we’re going to teach Mr. Blackwool a lesson about what’s going to happen when someone mess with me ” Ratigan said with enthusiasm and mischief in his voice.

Later at early night

Ratigan and his thugs arrived at the hideout of Blackwool, he approached two light-mud-fur-colored-hamsters who were guarding the doors.

“ greetings my fine gentleman, your dear boss had massaged me that he has one of my men, so may I ask kindly for you to get you boss, so that he returns him back to me ? ”

The both guard started laughing.

“ and why should we do that ? Our boss is just up there, having fun with his plaything ”

“ yeah why should we disturb him, hmm ? ”

Ratigan could feel his blood boiling as he heard those two talk so casually of how they down talked his basil like that.

But he kept his cool while suggesting some of his henchmen to steike the attack.

“ alright, I’ve tied to ask nicely but it appears you two don’t give me another choice ” he replies casually

The two guards looked at him confused but before they could ask, both got knocked out at once.

And by force ( and with the key stolen from one the guard ) they broke in.

While the henchmen throw hands with blackwool‘s thugs, Ratigan goes upstairs to confront their leader after forcefully questioned some of them.

After breaking one door after the other. He finally found blackwool’s chamber.

The moment he kicked down the door, he was met by a horrific scene.

Basil was lying tied up on the floor, only wearing his underpants, covered in bruises and whip scars while Blackwool stood over him, still holding the whip he used, grinning ear to ear.

Ratigan was seeing red, he race towards blackwool, fencing out his claws and attack him.

Blackwool tried to stop him by using his dagger but it was fruitless. Ratigan didn’t stop beating the leaving light him until he was lying on the ground.

After he slowly calmed down he ran over to Basil, ignoring the wet puddle on the floor.

“ Basil….. darling……are you alright ? ” he asked concealing as he untied Basil’s mouth.

Basil cough before blinking his eyes to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating.

“ p….pa….pa..” he said weakly as he was close to an teary breakdown.

Ratigan removed his jacket and wrapped around basil before picking him up into his arms.

“ there you go, love…….papa‘s got you” Ratigan reassured his little one who just started to cry.

The tears of Basil’s relieved that he was safe, the guilt of being kidnapped in the first place and the pain and humiliation he was put through by Blackwool came flooding down, soaking Ratigan‘s shirt.

As he with his little one made their way out of blackwool’s hideout after Ratigan informed his henchmens who surprisingly knocked every one of their opponents into the next week that they should go ahead because he has a bone to pick with their leader.

Not long after Vice Blackwool came stumbling toward him while holding the stairs area, so he wouldn’t fall.

“ you……who do you think…… you are ?! What….. gives you the….right to…..break into my….. hideout without my permission…….. beat up my minions ………bloody beat me up …… and then— ?!” But just as he rampaged, Rarigan pulled out a golden bell out of his shirt pocket.

“ oh do you mean me…….well to answer your question…….i‘m someone who shouldn’t be messed with……especially if this involves my loved ones !” He said in a calm threatening tone before ringing the bell.

Before Blackwool could could grasp reality a big shadow of a cat was casted upon him. As he looked behind him he saw a big giant cat who grabbed him and dropped him into his demise.

Later Back at Ratigan’s lair

After they returned back, Ratigan cleaned Basil up with a bath, bandaged his wounds, put him in thick padding and dressed him.

Basil had slowly eased his crying which had turned into sobs and hiccups.

Ratigan sat in his chair, cradling Basil who had his plush dog in his arms, was wrapped in his blanket, sucking his pacifier to help in sooth him.

Suddenly a knock was heard at their bedroom door.

“ it’s better be important ” Ratigan said annoyed.

The door open which reveals to be fidget, bill, Bartholomew and their two other colleagues.

“ hey boss, can we come in…… it’s for a minute, please ?” Asked the bat

Ratigan sight.

“ Fine…….what is it this time ?” He ask tiredly.

“ we wanna to apologize. ” says the purple shirt one, looking at his feet in shame.

“ we should’ve kept a better eye on him ” said bill the lizard as he gently rested his hand on basil’s head.

“It’f alwight, ‘m sowwy two ” basil says in his lips ( mainly due to his pacifier in his mouth ) feeling guilty about the chaos that happened.

Ratigan sighed again “ alright everyone, I know you all felt responsible about what happened, but just to let you know that, I’m not mad at any of you. And besides, I think a good night sleep might help you for this, how does that sounds ?” he reassured his henchmen and his little one.

Fidget and the other nod in understanding and wishing their boss and basil a good night before leaving the room, closing the door.

Basil could feel his eyes dropping as he yawned. As he wandered off to dream land, he heard Ratigan saying.

“ you were very brave back there, baby, even though you think otherwise.

And I promise

I will protect you

At all costs ”

Tag : @nottapossum @ageregressionresources @buttercupagere @babiebun @jacksdinonuggets @i-ate-your-children @i-love-the-little-things

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anantaru · 2 years

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𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬‘𝗥𝗘 𝗗𝗥𝗨𝗡𝗞 !

˖˚˳⊹ they‘re drunk feat. childe : ayato : kaeya : diluc : kazuha : heizou : itto : xiao : venti : cyno x fem! reader

˖˚˳⊹ genre: fluff : crack : mentions of alcohol

drunk! childe who assured you that he can take another shot. The both of you were at a banquet hosted by the fatui after all, he had to stay longer and taste all the beverages available, it’s to show that he’s truly cherishing and admiring the cryo archon —that’s what he told you after gobbling down the fifth shot—, now babbling incoherent words of weird shit you weren’t able to decipher even if you tried your hardest. You did know it was something about a dark secret of his, (that’s how he made it sound like if you were being honest) before he bursted out screaming that he was horny.

drunk! ayato who was so cocky at first, kind of ignorant if you squint, telling you that he’s not getting drunk easily, what’s a few gulps of those tasty wines after all? thoma got it from mondstadt for him to taste and relish in, what kind of lord would he be if he weren’t going to drink it since it‘s a gift he got. To your surprise he did hold up a bit longer than expected, yet in the end he was starting to get a bit weird. Was giggling about literally every single thing you said like it didn’t even matter what it was (you could just say one single random word and he‘d go HAHAHA), —and his cackles were so loud as well—, cheeks a cute rosy tint and if you were being honest, in a way he was fucking adorable in your eyes!

drunk! kaeya who was way too happy that you were accompanying him to the tavern tonight. He loves quality time together after all! Resulted in him ordering way too many drinks though, —to show you his favorites and impress you a bit hehe—, yet while you stayed with the drink you ordered, somebody had to get rid of the rest that kaeya so carelessly bought. The way he gobbled them up was beyond belief if you were being honest, it didn’t take him long to finish the drinks and that’s when it hit him like a truck in an isekai anime. Cheeks heated up, radiating warmth while he was getting utterly clingy, hugging you tightly while introducing you to literally every single person in the tavern as his s/o. <3

drunk! diluc who’s fighting with himself right now. He’s drunk as fuck but literally tells himself that he isn’t. He would start babbling weird shit to himself too, something like, —you’re not drunk diluc, get over yourself—, over and over again in hopes to trick his mind somehow yet that’s not how it worked. You felt bad for laughing but it was way too funny watching him try his hardest to play sober when in reality his mind was threatening to turn blank. Diluc was absolutely disgusted by alcohol, yet even he had to consume it sometimes when important guests would come to visit the winery for some quality beverages. He’s writing himself a mental note to switch it up with grape juice and pretend for it to be alcohol again for the next time.

drunk! kazuha who's a little sleepy head, as we all know by now. He just can't help himself, really. His head just grows so heavy, thank the archons you're by his side so he can properly rest it on your shoulder. The way he's slowly unraveling into a little whiny baby is beyond adorable, cooeing sweet things against the shell of your ear before slowly dozing of in a deep slumber, —don’t forget he’s still on your shoulder though—. You truly couldn't get enough of his precious facial expression but at some point you got to get him home safely somehow, good luck with that because he‘s not going to be much of a help!

drunk! heizou who’s tripping over every single second, getting him actually home was a much harder mission than you at first anticipated. "step, step, step." he‘s giggling while chanting that word, over and over again. If he wasn’t that cute you would’ve smacked his head by now, you were sure the word 'step' would be stuck in your head forever now mixed with the random melody heizou was adding on. Finally reaching your home, you had to stop him from actually tripping over again the moment he headed in before he fell flat on the couch, knocked out immediately too. The way he was laying there made his hair strands hanging loosely around his beautiful heated up face, he was so pretty even when drunk like this! bewitching almost when you took the blanket next to him to cover his body, so he wouldn’t catch a cold. <3

drunk! itto who made a bet to drink those three bottles of fine liquor, if he managed to not pass out he’s going to be gifted an amazingly strong onikabuto for his collection. It was no other than kamisato ayato himself who made him do it, —probably well knowing that there wasn’t a way for itto to actually stay awake after gobbling those three bottles up—, yet itto was determined, he‘s the greatest after all! not even you could’ve talked him out of ayato‘s scheming so there he was now: on the floor, two bottles empty while the other one was still tightly closed, he just couldn’t do it anymore. Itto lolled his head back a bit, mumbling about the random onikabuto he wasn’t going to get now while ayato cracked himself up next to you. While shooting the yashiro commissioner a deadly glance to shut him up, you advanced forward to itto to bring your silly boyfriend home before shinobu was about to find out what had happened, which if you were being honest would not only get him in trouble, but yourself as too!

drunk! xiao who said he couldn’t get drunk, he’s a yaksha after all, have some respect. But once actually being one bottle and a half in, he realized his mind was getting hazy, foggy almost. What was that witchcraft😩, is the first thing he thought to himself before you assured him that it was the alcohol messing with his brain. Xiao refrained from drinking anymore then, he also plopped back against the bed to feel the soft sheets underneath him engulf him. When drunk, he turned a bit more opened up, taking your hand in his and holding it close without saying anything really. You could’ve sworn you even saw a little smile painted across his features once you locked gazes. Xiao isn’t saying anything right now, the intimacy was rising up slowly while the both of you drifted away, dozing off in a deep slumber engaged in each others arms.

drunk! venti who's normal as always, you don't even realize he was a bit drunk when you first met up with him. Yet after destroying yet another bottle of fine dandelion wine, —which no one knew how he afforded it himself—, venti started singing and musing in a louder tone. He'd chant, praise and hum around the tavern with the people listening closely at his enchanting voice. Don't be fooled though, venti isn't doing that for free, he eyed yet another bottle behind the bar and figured that if he were to put on a show, he might get it for free (he didn't get it for free), in the end you had to practically drag him out since you figured diluc was starting to get fed up with venti's voice.

drunk! cyno who only wanted a drink after a long day of work, tasting the sweet n bitter liquor on his tongue and finally being able to calm down. You joined him of course, knowing that it might not stay at one glass, your assumption being turned true once you saw him rest his head on the palm of his hand, cheeks rosy with his lips curved up in a playful smile once eyeing you. He's so loud, screaming out your name so you'd come over to sit next to him (if he wasn‘t so cute you would’ve turned around and dipped) also now buckle up !!! because cyno will literally burst out different kinds of jokes to make you laugh, —since he adored seeing you smile—, just be aware that most of them are going to be painfully bland and unfunny, making only cyno laugh while you were looking at him like 🧍‍♀️. Yet he was adorable that way, loosening up a bit every once in a while was something he needed to stay sane. <3

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact fluff #childe x reader #ayato x reader #kaeya x reader #itto x reader #diluc x reader #kazuha x reader #heizou x reader #venti x reader #cyno x reader #tartaglia x reader #xiao x reader #childe x you #kamisato ayato x reader #diluc x you #genshin impact headcanons

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