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lizziesribbons · 2 days

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Always and Forever |

PAIRING: MILF WANDA MAXIMOFF X FEM! READER

summary: you and Wanda share a vulnerable moment then cry and fall asleep 😔‼️

warnings: ****MINORS DNI***** *****MEN DNI***** fluff so much fluff 🥺 I'm going so aahwhwhwh, sexual themes no smut but still it's 18+ so get out if you're a minor. my sad little milf 😔, abandonment issues mentioned!!!, Wanda crying makes my heart hurt, oral fixation and titty sucking but not in a sexual way iykwim???

author's note: author is a gay in love please bare with her, just reminding you guys that my first language is not English so if there's any grammatical errors PLEASE IGNORE THEM AND MOVE TF ON.

Word count: 1.4k

Wanda stirs awake as she sees you turning over and over again moving the whole bed "y/n sweetheart what's bothering you, you just can't seem to fall asleep" she asks with her raspy sleepy voice "it's 3am darling what's up?" she asks again, you finally sat up letting out a loud sign "i- I can't go to sleep I TRIED EVERYTHING LIKE EVERYTHING"

Wanda furrows her eyebrows in worry, "oh baby I'm sorry can mommy help?" she sat beside you resting her back on the headboard like you were now, "yes there's- I um- can I suckle on your tits it just it helped me fell asleep before and I just didn't want to wake you up-" Wanda shushes you as you continue to yap

her heart swells with affection as she hears your request, recognizing the emotional significance behind it. Without hesitation, she pulls her shirt up to expose her breasts and guides you towards them. "Of course, my love." Her voice is soft and soothing, filled with understanding and tenderness. "lean in whenever you need to find comfort or fall asleep easily. Remember that I am always here for you - both physically and emotionally. And if there are any other aspects of your desires or needs that come up, please don't hesitate to share them with me too okay baby?" she say softly as you immediately latch onto them mumbling a "I love them sm", as they brought you the comfort you were looking for. Wanda smiles warmly at your declaration of love for her breasts, feeling a surge of affection in return. As she feels the gentle suction against her skin, she runs her fingers through your hair softly, providing additional comfort and support. "thank you for sharing this part of yourself with me." Her voice low and husky, filled with emotion, you smile warmly against her breast, kissing them softly as you continue sucking. Wanda chuckles softly at your endearment, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. She continues to stroke your hair gently as they remain locked in this tender embrace. her tone is loving and nurturing, reflecting the maternal instinct that seems to naturally arise when fulfilling your need. "I am here for you - always ready to provide comfort and support whenever you need it." she says gently caressing your hairs.

you suddenly pull her tit out of your mouth "tell me about your special interest, can be sexual or non sexual?" you ask with a straight face letting her know you were being serious.Wanda, taken slightly by surprise but quickly regaining her composure, looks down at you with a mix of curiosity and understanding. Recognizing the importance of transparency in y'all's relationship, she begins to speak openly about her own desires and interests."Well, aside from what we've been experiencing together lately, I do have a few other things that might interest you. Like my affinity for sensory play - using various textures, temperatures, and scents to stimulate different senses during intimate moments. She pauses momentarily before continuing more softly, "As far as non-sexual interests go... well, I'm quite fond of cooking elaborate meals for those close to me." you smile softly at her "I know you love to cook it's your favorite thing I also know that you love gardening" wanda's smile widen at your knowledge, as you continue you softly massage her breast all of it coming naturally "tell me something no one knows" you ask with curiosity

Wanda closes her eyes briefly, relishing the soft touch of your hands on her body. When she opens them again, there's a hint of vulnerability in her gaze as she decides to share something deeply personal with her partner, with you. "There is indeed another side of me that most people don't know about - one that even I struggle to understand sometimes. It involves an intense longing for connection and belonging, coupled with a fear of abandonment rooted in my tumultuous past." She takes a deep breath before continuing, "This has led me to become fiercely protective over those closest to me, especially my loved ones back home who mean everything to me. Sometimes this manifests itself in unhealthy ways, such as trying too hard to control situations or pushing others away out of self-preservation." you rub her shaky hands as she confess something this vulnerable "I would never ever leave you wands I hope you know that, I'm always gonna stick by your side" you whisper softly, Wanda's eyes glisten with unshed tears as she hears your reassurance. She swallows hard, trying to maintain her composure while acknowledging the depth of their connection. "Thank you, sweetheart." you smile at her, her voice trembles slightly, betraying the raw emotions bubbling beneath the surface "Your words mean more to me than you could possibly imagine" she tries to fight back the tears "you can cry wands you know it's only me here, you don't have to act all tough with me just fall back and I'll carry you" you say with honesty, so she did, she slowly nods as she allows herself to surrender to the overwhelming emotions coursing through her. With a shaky sigh, tears begin streaming down her cheeks.

"It feels so good to finally let go..." She whispers hoarsely, wiping away the tears with trembling fingers "Thank you for being here for me, y/n. Your presence is truly healing" you kiss her breast one more time and hug her body tightly "oh Wanda.. of course I'm here I'm always gonna be here." Wanda wraps her arms around you, holding onto you tightly as she continues to sob quietly. The warmth and comfort of your embrace bring a sense of peace that gradually calms her turbulent emotions, "Thank you, my love..." She murmurs against your hairs, feeling grateful for the unwavering sense of comfort they provide. "always and forever remember?" you mumble softly as she smiles weakly through her tears, knowing full well that you means every word you say. Your commitment to each other runs deep, providing a solid foundation upon which their relationship thrives. "yes, always and forever..." she echoes softly, leaning into the embrace even more as she begins to regain her composure "Thank you for being my rock when I need it most" she holds you tighter, "you're my favorite person ever wands and I love you so much" you softly confess, her heart swells with love and affection as she hears your heartfelt declaration. She gently cups your face, gazing into your eyes with tenderness and devotion. "And you are mine, my darling." a soft smile graces her lips before she leans in to press a loving kiss against your forehead. "I am so incredibly lucky to have found someone like you - someone who understands me better than anyone else ever could." you kiss wanda's lips softly and slowly before hiding your face in the crook of her where you feel the most safe "thankyou for everything" you mumble against her neck, As she feels your warm breath against her neck, she can't help but feel a profound sense of contentment wash over her. "You don't need to thank me, my love..." She whispers reassuringly, stroking your hair as you seek comfort in her embrace. "We are here for each other - always and forever. That's what matters most." you smile softly against her neck starting to feel sleepy you mumble a soft "goodnight", Wanda cradles your head gently, relishing the sweet sound of your voice as you bid her goodnight. With a warm smile on her face, she responds "Goodnight, my love..." She whispers back, closing her eyes and letting herself drift off to sleep alongside you, secure in the knowledge that you both are together and safe.

#elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen x y/n #lizzie olsen #wanda maximoff #mommy wanda #wanda maximoff x reader #dark!wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff smut #soft mommy wanda #soft wanda maximoff

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youandiwerealive · 2 days

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You make a mess of me [rd]

Author’s note: this isn’t a request, it’s just an idea that has been on my mind lately 😭 also I’m almost asleep while posting this, so sorry if there are many typos in this, I barely proofread it 😭

Warnings: this is a whole lotta smut, so MINORS DNI!!! Unprotected sex once again because I want Rúben to impregnate me, sex kind of in public? Dirty talking, a lot of cumming. Let me know if I’m missing something

Wc: 2840 - English is not my first language! Feedback is always appreciated

After a very much tiring season, you and Rúben finally find yourselves on vacation. Travelling to Greece with the man of your dreams means breathtaking views, great adventures, amazing food, crystal clear waters and incredible, hot and unbothered sex with Rúben.

Tonight, you two were getting ready to go have dinner out with Rúben’s managers, who need to talk to him about some sponsorship deals that your boyfriend needs to approve before the both of you can enjoy the rest of your vacation together.

You finish applying your red lipstick and smile at your reflection in the mirror, feeling good and knowing that you look good. Once you step out of the bathroom, Rúben was already waiting for you, sitting on the bed, scrolling through his phone. When his eyes land on your figure, his breath hitches a bit on his throat, already having unholy thoughts at the way he could take you right then and there.

He tries to play it cool, but he can’t stop staring at your shiny and tanned legs, due to the short dress that you’re wearing. He can’t stop his mind, already imagining your legs wrapped around his head while he eats you out like he’s been starving lately.

But Rúben doesn’t know that you’re thinking the exact same: how you could kiss him on his neck, down his collarbone, the buttons of his shirt left undone doing malicious things to your mind. You look at the clock, still having 20 minutes until your dinner appointment, and your body tells you to have some fun during those minutes.

So, why not? Rúben’s eyes never leave you as you walk seductively to him, stopping in between his legs. His hands travel up and now your legs softly now, as yours go to his exposed chest, feeling his broad shoulders and muscles, already tensing up a little at your touch.

You slowly kneel down so you’re at his eye level, sharing glances that speak for themselves. You are hungry for each other, and don’t have enough time do to everything that your bodies are begging you.

You’re a giver, so you decide to gift Rúben first, already leaving lipstick stains on his neck as you adorn his body with mouth open kisses. His breath gets caught in his throat, his heart already beating faster under your control.

You love the influence you have on him, his bulge looking huge by now, just by the way your touch feels so soft and yet burning on his skin.

You slowly undo his shorts, bringing his boxers down at the same time, already hungry to taste him. His cock springs, finally free from being conditioned in his clothes. He sighs at the way you gently blow on his tip, the cold air hitting him where he feels hot the most.

You start kissing his tip, coating it with your spit already, knowing that you don’t have much time to tease him like you’d want to.

“Babe, we don’t have time” - Rúben tries to protest against his own will, while caressing your hair softly, seeing your lipstick drawing figures on his dick.

“I’ll be quick” - you wink at him, now getting his cock in your mouth, sucking the tip while stroking the rest of it with your hand. You circle your hand around him, sucking like crazy - putting even more effort into it while you hear Rúben’s moans now. It’s like music to your ears.

His hand is still in your hair, trying to push your head further into his cock, but you don’t give in. Instead, you stroke his dick faster, while your tongue is now circling around his red and swollen tip - tasting his precum, now mixed with your saliva.

Your other hand travels to his abs, making you moan on his dick, the vibrations sending electric waves through his body.

You start bobbing your head further on his cock and faster, while your hands keep stroking his length and balls.

Rúben’s body tenses up as he feels his orgasm approaching.

“Baby, I’m not gonna last long” - you hear him say as you look at the clock through the corner of your eye - 8 minutes left until you two need to leave for dinner.

You deep throat his cock, punctuating his moans with your mouth. Rúben starts whimpering as he now grips at your hair, his breath shaking now as you suck him hard, hearing him groaning as he starts spilling his cum in your mouth.

You let him empty his seed down your throat, swallowing it whole until he’s trying to catch his breath to calm down. You take his dick out of your mouth, and you open it up again to show your man that you swallowed it all.

Rúben smirks at you, breathing heavily as his hand starts caressing your cheek sweetly. You smile innocently at him, like you didn’t just drank all his cum at once.

“We have to go” - he says in a sad tone as he dresses his shorts again, composing himself.

“I know” - you answer, matching his tone and hugging him from behind as you help him cleaning all the lipstick stains that you left in his neck.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you” - he says cheekily before you two leave your room.

You and Rúben arrive a bit late to your dinner with his management team. Your boyfriend made up some excuse that your guests apparently bought, and you two sit down at your table.

Rúben sits beside you, smiling as he talks to the men in front of you two.

While you order your dishes, Rúben is engaged in the conversation, talking about a Nike partnership that he needs to shoot once your vacations are over.

You start eating your food, and some minutes after, Rúben’s hands starts touching your leg, your small dress not helping you covering up your body from him. He caresses your knee, going up until he reaches your thigh, letting his hand wonder there for a moment.

When you notice, his finger is rubbing your wet core. Rúben smiles to himself when he realised that you weren’t wearing any panties tonight. You choke on your food, and try to disguise what was happening by coughing.

Rúben is still engaged in the conversation like nothing happened, his fingers working to find your clit now. You try to close your legs, but Rúben’s hand stopped you immediately. His middle finger travels through your folds, and he looks at you with a cocky smile on his face, his partners oblivious to what he’s doing to you. You fight the urge inside of you to moan at the way his fingers are working on you. He gently opens up your legs a little wider, pulling at your knee carefully so nobody notices.

Then, he manages to put a finger inside of your pussy, already wet from all the previous touching he did, mixed with all the anxiety that this scene is causing you. You could never imagine that being fingered by your boyfriend in the middle of the restaurant would be on tonight’s menu.

Your pussy is now throbbing at the way his finger is going incredibly slow inside of you - needing more of him, so much more. He suddenly takes his finger out of you, leaving your cunt to feel needy and empty. You murmur a whine at the sensation, and Rúben sends you a warning look to be quiet.

His hand quickly touches you again, his fingers now coating your folds with your juices, on their way to your clit - rubbing it furiously now. Rúben coughs slightly because he knows damn well that the men in front of him could hear the wet sounds coming from your pussy, the noise already driving him insane.

His bulge is hurting in his shorts again, and you try to hold his wrist, silently begging him to stop - you couldn’t hold it anymore.

But Rúben doesn’t stop. His fingers continue to bully your clit, and you are breathing heavily now - saying out loud that you feel hot inside the restaurant - trying to prevent the people near you to suspect of what was happening under that tablet.

Doing it in public turns you on even more, the adrenaline rushing through your veins, your pussy throbbing even more at the thought of possibly being caught.

You need to cum, you’re desperate to do it, and Rúben feels your legs starting to close, signalling that you’re close. He keeps working on your swollen and sweet spot until you hold your breath, preventing any sound to come out of your mouth. You cum on his hand, as your legs shake a little but Rúben just pretended that your phone had fell to the floor, managing to help you move around a bit, so you could make yourself comfortable in your seat again.

But, at the same time, Rúben doesn’t care about the dinner anymore. He doesn’t want to talk to any of his managers, he just wants to have you. So, without even giving an excuse, he finishes the dinner sooner than expected. After paying, you get up from your sit, feeling so wet that your juices could actually be running down your legs.

He takes your hand in his, walking outside the restaurant, directly into the beach. Rúben is desperate, looking around to find some kind of place where he could fuck you in, but it’s either the restaurant or the beach itself.

“Fuck it, I’m fucking you right here” - he says as his mouth finds yours, starting an aggressive make out session.

“What are you talking about?” - you worriedly ask in between kisses.

“I’m fucking you here, I can’t hold it anymore” - he explains while he starts to undo your dress.

“Rúben wait, we are not about to fuck in the middle of the beach” - you try to reason with him.

Rúben sighs as he looks around. “It’s empty, you see? There’s nobody here. Plus it’s getting dark already, no one is going to see us” - he grabs you by the hips as he picks you up.

He doesn’t even let you talk anymore. He lays you down on the sand, your dress coming down to your belly, allowing your boobs to be on full display right now.

“You’re so hot, fuck, all mine” - he breathes out as he starts to kiss all over your chest and tits, grinding himself down on your core. Your legs are now wrapped around his torso, while his mouth roams your entire body.

The feeling of his erected dick trying to touch you through the fabric of his shorts is making you desperate to feel him, your cunt already pulsating and clenching around nothing.

“Thank god you chose not to wear panties. My naughty girl is making this so much easier for me tonight” - he whispers in your ear as he starts kissing your neck, while his fingers find your pussy again, working on it a bit more.

“Been thinking about you all night, babe. Feeling your pussy getting wet on my fingers was driving me insane” - he says as you moan loud now at the way his hands keeps touching you so good.

“I didn’t even care about dinner at all - the only thing I wanted to eat all night was you” - he says in a low voice before getting down on you, his face now deep in your pussy, leaving mouth open kisses in your folds, like he’s kissing your mouth.

You can’t stop moaning and whimpering at the sensation of his mouth on your pussy, finally giving you what you’ve been wishing for the entire night.

You bury your hand on Rúben’s hair, griping it tightly as his tongue starts working on you even harder.

He sucks on your folds, taking your juices in his mouth, as his tongue starts devouring you. He licks a long strap along your pussy, until his tongue reaches your clit - now swollen and red from all his touching and getting you so turned on.

His tongue is drawing circles on your clit as he inserts two fingers inside your pussy, curling them to touch your g-spot with every thrust.

You’re a moaning mess, feeling your mind cloudy from all the pleasure that Rúben is giving you. You keep pulling at his hair and pushing his head further into your needy pussy, making him groan at the feeling.

You feel your orgasm approaching, and Rúben doesn’t stop eating you out like he’s starving.

“Ruby, please” - the gentle pet name making him moan into your pussy, sending vibrations through your body.

“Cum baby, let me get drunk off your precious pussy. Please - I need it so badly” - he says before he inserts his tongue inside of you now, desperate for you to cum on his mouth.

After some moments of him fucking you with his tongue, you finally cum again, whimpering at the way your pussy feels like it’s on fire.

Your breathing is shaking while you calm yourself down. You look up at Rúben, now taking off his shorts and boxers, his hand already stroking his painfully hard cock.

“What? Didn’t think you’d get dessert?” - he says dominantly to you, while holding your legs to rest them on top of his shoulders. He aligns himself at your entrance, filling you up at once, making you cry out. Rúben sighs, content that he’s finally where he needed, inside of you.

“You have no idea how good it feels to be inside of you, amor” - he admits while gently thrusts into you. Rúben doesn’t want a quickie. He’s got time, he’s taking his time inside of you, lazily fucking you like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

You moan at his words, not giving him another type of answer. But Rúben is feeling vocal tonight.

“I mean it, princess. You will never understand this feeling, because nothing can compare to the way your pussy hugs my cock so hungrily, you’re so needy for me” - he continues to explain cockily, while his dick keeps fucking you, going a bit faster now.

“God, you are always so wet for me. And so warm and tight. Fuck, your pussy is the best place to be. See how good I slide inside of you babe? Feels amazing to see your dripping juices flowing down on my cock” - his words make you moan out of pleasure, making your stomach turn like you’re a teenager.

“And when you moan for me, fuck” - he lets his head back, like he’s replaying your sounds on his head. “You sound so fucking erotic babe, you have no idea. You drive me wild” - his dick never stopping, going at a constant speed inside of you.

“And you’re mine, all mine. This pussy is mine, just like I always fuck you like I’m only yours - because I am, babe” - he admits as he lets out a small whimper, now picking up the pace to fuck you harder.

“You have no ideia how much I want to cum inside of your wet cunt. Fuck- I’ve been thinking about this all day” - he groans as he is now fucking you hard and raw.

You scream at the crazy feeling between your legs, and you look to your left to see the restaurant where you two were a while ago. The walls and doors of the building - all made of glass. You could see a lot of people staring at you two from the inside for the restaurant.

Rúben notices the same as you, as he keeps trusting like a mad man inside your now sore cunt. “Looks like we’re giving a show, huh babe” - he breathes as his finger goes to touch your clit for what seems like the millionth time this night.

“Cum for me baby, for them. People want to see the end of this movie” - he speaks dominantly as you feel the bubble on your stomach bursting, moaning loudly as you cum on Rúben’s cock. At the same time, Rúben is cumming as well, buried deep inside your pussy.

He empties his juice inside of you as you both rode out your highs. He collapsed on top of you, the two of you breathing heavy.

“Do you think they can see it’s us?” - you ask, now feeling a bit embarrassed.

“Nah, it’s dark now. They probably could only see two silhouettes having crazy sex in the middle of the beach” - he laughs at his words, as you gently pet his hair.

Going on vacation with Rúben means a lot of things, but you never thought that it could turn you two into two silhouettes that gave one hell of a show to a fancy restaurant full of strangers, in the middle of Greece.

#ruben dias #ruben dias smut #ruben dias x you #ruben dias oneshot #ruben dias fanfiction #ruben dias fic #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #thoughts about football players #football imagines #football fanfic

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finntheehumaneater · 8 months

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@strangersteddierthings this is for you. (There will be more, but I have stuff to do for Environmental Science homework, and need to post something about it, so that I can’t decide to give up abandon this—so I guess this is part 1/???)

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Honestly, Eddie wasn’t sure where he went wrong. One minute, he was sitting with Steve, watching some movie that Steve had been far too excited to show him, and then next minute he was walking home. Alone.

It had been his fault, really, and he knew it.

He had kissed Steve Harrington. He had kissed Steve Harrington. What the actual fuck had he done?

There was something in him that jumped at the chance to make a real move once Steve had said he also liked men, and something in him that wanted to curl up and die on the spot because that just made this whole situation worse. Because he liked guys, but he didn’t like Eddie, and that was all too apparent when Steve’s face went from nervous to startled, frozen in place as Eddie instantly regretted everything.

“Is this a joke to you?” Steve had whispered, his voice sounding broken, tears in his eyes as he stood up and looked over at Eddie, arms crossed over chest like he was trying to hide himself—slumped over like he wanted to disappear.

“Steve—“

“I—I’m being serious! I mean it, Eddie…do—do you know how hard this is to say? How much it hurts to admit?” Steve shook his head slightly, his eyebrows pinched together, and Eddie wanted to explain everything, but he couldn’t. He was stuck, frozen in place on the couch, wanting so badly to tell Steve what he meant—what he wanted.

But he was walking home alone. The air was cold, and it felt even colder since he had left in a hurry, excusing himself before Steve would’ve started crying, because it hurt to see him like that, so scared and devastated—like he thought Eddie was going to tell everyone. And he wasn’t. Of course he wasn’t! He would never do that—but Steve didn’t know that.

So he had left his coat, only in a t-shirt and jeans.

He was going to have to go back and get it eventually. He knew that. But he didn’t want to face Steve—to have to admit why he did what he had, and how it wasn’t a joke to him—it was never a joke. It was just easier to ignore him than to face the truth and have to tell him.

The one thing nobody ever talked about enough was how painful feelings could be.

EDIT: there are more parts, and it is finished (maybe I don’t know if I’ll expand on this in the future)! part 2, part 3, part 4

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things fanfic #I can’t believe I’m actually doing this instead of my WIP. And my science.#Let’s go I guess???#I don’t know writing is fun #Much more fun than questions about fish dying in ponds due to pollution #Sorry for the weird stopping point but I really need to do homework right now #And if I didn’t post what I had for this atm it would never get finished #So #sorry again :(#AND SORRY FOR ANY MISTAKES I CAN’T SPELL #ENGLISH *IS* MY FIRST LANGUAGE BUT MY BRAIN MOVES FATSER THAN MY HANDS SO I’VE ALWAYS SUCKED AT IT #SORRY :(

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howdyboh · 1 year

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i'd do anything for you, mrs highness

thinking about the possibilities of the dream sequence uh some weeks after we already saw what the dream sequence entailed

+bonus another post-promo art that I never posted under the cut yayy !!

#toh #the owl house #actually this drawing is like. few weeks too but i'm posting it now cause i'm slow at posting B)#luz noceda #hunter toh #stringbean #golden guard and emperor fucked up momento!!#my art #emperor belos #he's kinda there. his shadow at least #very sorry about the ids if they suck. i try sometimes but 1) I can't describe stuff‚ 2) English isn't my first language 💔

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k1ll3rh0rr0r · 2 months

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“Forever Yours” — mean!dom!r!euro x innocent!not really!fem!reader

minors DNI, 18+ content under the cut

warnings — straight up filth, size kink, manhandling, use of the word “daddy”, euro speaking norwegian (my norwegian is horrible don’t come at me), this probably isn’t all of them, oh yeah, unprotected p in v.

tag list — @iiheartsai

You didn’t exactly read social ques very well. By that, I mean, you never picked up on flirting— At least until you went to a shitty dive bar with Øystein. You two were polar opposites with your pretty pink ruffles and bows, Euro was literally the embodiment of darkness, to you at least since he only really wore black. Even your personalities differed as you were happy and bubbly, he was cold and calloused— but when you were around, he almost always had his hands on a part of your body, whether it be your waist/hips or just holding your hand.

That’s how it should have been currently. Øystein went to go get another drink, leaving you with your bottle of water at a booth. You swung your feet happily, taking a small sip from the disposable bottle, looking up from your gaze to see someone sitting across from you. “What’s a pretty girl like yourself doing here all alone?”

“I’m not alone.” You narrowed your eyes, feeling reasonably uncomfortable. The man scoffed, “Clearly you are. Why don’t you and I head out of here?”

You gazed over to the bar, catching the eyes of a very stoic Euronymous, who, took his beer and slowly walked over.

“Hey, buddy, go get someone else, she’s coming home with me.”

“That’s my girlfriend, you should probably fuck off within the next five seconds.” Øystein just stared, causing the stranger to slowly leave. Euro sat in the booth next to you, his face having an unreadable expression of pure rage.

“Thanks, Øystein.” You smiled, causing him to pull cash out of his pocket and slap it on the table; “We’re leaving.”

That’s how you got here, in his apartment with his cock stuffed into you to the hilt. You whined, trying to grind against him which just caused you a soft smack. “You’re gonna fuckin’ sit here until I say so, doll.”

You whined, hooking your small thin arms around his neck, head buried into his chest. As much as he loved to tease you, he’s getting more sensitive by the minute. With a rather harsh thrust into your dripping core, he pulls your hips down into him. For every hard, fast thrust, he manages to force you into meeting his throbbing cock.

The sounds of babbling, slapping and Øystein’s grunts filled the room, thrusts getting sloppier by the second. “Ta det, alt sammen, tispe.”

By this point tears were streaming down your face from the force, on your third or fourth orgasm- it was when his hand gripped your hair and forced you to look up at him that a warm, sticky feeling filled your insides. “That’s my good girl, you’re doing so well for Daddy,” he cooed.

Your eyes were glazed over, not really thinking about anything but him. Just how he wanted it, and how it would always be.

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i am so sorry this is so short, i made my first fic finally :> this is for everyone who voted on last night’s poll btw.

#r!euronymous #mean!dom!euronymous x innocent!fem!reader #rory culkin smut #i ❤️ rory culkin #euro’s kind of down bad #sorry if this sucks ass english ain’t my first language.#lords of chaos #mary mary quite dumbassary

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yumeyleo · 1 year

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ohg. OH WAIT SPANISH WAS MY FIRST LANGUAGE HOW DID I FORGET LMFAO

#i guess i can say ‘sorry english isn’t my first language’ now when my grammar and spelling suck ass

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4i3sun · 4 months

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Hello gay people (Fans of vat7k)

It's been so long since I posted, ha.

I've had several ideas from the team for a time.

—Why the nuru is the mom of the group? No, Varian is the friend mom of the group? Why?

Varian has been through a lot through the series, he matured a lot when he was just 14-16 and really knows the shit that can be the consequences of actions.

He don't want his friends make the same mistakes he did, he sees himself reflected in his friends, perhaps to the point of overprotecting them, especially with Yong.

—Yong a young alchemist with cero caution in his alchemy..... Wait, he reminds me of someone, oh, VARIAN S1

Maybe this is just an excuse for a scene of Yong and Varian fighting because Yong tells him he won't let him work and being overprotecting, Varian saying he's being too reckless with formulas and ends with Varian exclaiming on the verge of tears that he doesn't want the Yong to suffer what he have to suffered, an awkward silence, Varian had never rotated like this in front of the team.

Let's add more drama to it, Varian could never yell at Yong but maybe out of desperation he accidentally did it this time.

#vat7k varigo #vat7k hugo #tts varian #vat7k #varian and the seven kingdoms #hugo vat7k #vat7k nuru #nuru vat7k #yong vat7k #varian vat7k #vat7k varian #vat7k yong #this sucks #this isn't my first language and i know my english is bad sorry #my english is shit

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l0stb01 · 3 months

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hey i was wondering if any classic who watchers could give me some advice- im starting to watch through the classics (at the second doc atm as the current pfp may hint) and im loving it, but i have adhd and just the worst attention span known to man, so i have some trouble sticking with some of the ig slower episodes/serials and esp ones where a lot of the episodes are missing (a lot of the reconstructions are kinda eh), idk, so i was wondering if there are any completely/mostly missing serials that people really think i should see! im watching in order all the complete or mostly complete ones but find myself skipping a lot of the ones that are made mostly of reconstructions making a list of the ones that i should watch, i think ik so far that id like to go back for: the celestial toymaker, the highlanders, the macra terror, and i am currently on the fury from the deep i think id like to get around to all of them at some point just realistically im looking for suggestions of particularly worth-it ones atm :]] (or ig very not-worth it stuff to avoid if there is any?) im very much enjoying it so far and hate that my brain or whatever is making it difficult rn because ive always loved this show growing up on nuwho, and really want to see more of it/its past, ik ive barely scraped the surface of whoviverse content out there but i am trying to make at least a tiny dint rn lol so any advice at all is welcome really :]

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am-i-tho · 5 months

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hate reading fanfic where they have to demonize women in favor of the mlm ship literally stfu why would Mrs. Hudson say "that woman" SHE IS A WOMAN GIRL

the only time people do it right is when addressing the very obvious flaws Mary's character has- it being that she is selfish and even after seeing John deal with grief in real time during the 2 years he spent away, she still was willing to shot Sherlock and actually kill him for real this time. And does this because of course in her old line of work and living her old life demanded it from her and of course it makes a person have a different perspective in what a life costs. And John is the same!!! He killed a man for Sherlock 1 day after meeting him!!! He's a soldier!!!

At the time, Sherlock was as much as threat to her lifestyle as Magnussem bc both of them now had her secret and that's why she did it. And, at the time, the cabbie was the Enemy to John and represented a threat to someone on "his team"(or the very concept he was fighting for or was loyal to).

Mary kills to protect herself, whatever she is fighting for. John kills "bad guys", kills to protect people. He's a doctor. Sherlock kills after there's no other option, he killed a man for John.

There's so much to explore here!!! Mary isn't just a throw away concept bc she gets in the way of Johnlock, her very existence in John's life is already so telling and interesting

(John is addicted to a certain lifestyle and Sherlock provided that > after he is gone he meets Mary and convinces himself he wants and is ready to live a normal life > except no he isn't and sherlock is alive(+Mary is the first girlfriend John has that doesn't make him choose between herself or sherlock) > sherlock throws him in a life or dead situation, forcing them to reconcile before dying > they do but oh haha it was a joke you're such a dick man we were both safe all along (sherlock shows him he can still give him that adrenaline rush and John LAUGHS afterwards) > he then throws himself entirely in the wedding planning ("if i keep him happy with her then maybe my presence won't be so unbereable") > he leaves the wedding early (+theres a baby on the way!) > they don't speak for months, sherlock goes back to drugs, John distorts a junkie's arm > john's wife is actually an ex-assassin who used to work for the government > she tries to kill sherlock > they all have a row > sherlock pleads john to forgive her > he does > sherlock kills Magnussem > he's exiled > tarmac scene, they don't even hug > has an overdose in the plane while reading John's blog entry of when they first met > dreams of John saving his life, killing the personification of everything he fears > he comes back! > waiting for something to happen, doing so much all the time trying to make most of his time before something big happens > the baby is born> > John "cheats" on Mary > Mary dies, saving Sherlock's life > John blames him > they don't speak anymore > sherlock is back on drugs almost dying bc a Mary told him to do so in a message + John talks to "her ghost" constantly > John beats Sherlock in the hospital > John is saying goodbye > he sees Mary's message > he saves Sherlocks life > they talk and John cries "it is what it is" > Eurus plot yada yada > "this is family" "that's why he stays" + mycroft, moriarty and sherlock know who sherlock would choose between mycroft and john > Victor Trevor parallels > happily ever after (?) They're raising Rosie together)

#going crazy in my week break from school sorry #sherlock bbc #johnlock #long ass post and full of spelling errors but whatever its 2:40 am and english isnt my first language #theres no good fanfictions anymore!!#also i want read more stuff exploring mycroft and sherlock growing up together #WHATEVER!!!!! BYE #(also more sherlock and molly becoming friends)#“mary sucks” sure but not bc shes a woman or bc she is john's wife

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fideosfelices · 6 days

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You and Spanner got close in a natural way.

It started with you two spending time together in his workroom, the place that was pretty much his second home. You didn't know much about mechanics, but were willing to listen to his enthusiastic rambles or mental scheming for future projects.

Both of you found comfort in sharing knowledge about your areas of expertise, chatting about your daily life or just being next to each other, minding your own business but sharing a common space.

One day, you arrived at his place, he was sitting on the floor, legs crossed, attention fixed on connecting electronic parts of the most recent robot he'd been developing. "Ah, I'm starving!" You said, and he took the lollipop he'd been previously sucking out of his mouth to offer it in your direction. You froze in place. "What? You don't like this flavor?" He stared at you with a puzzled expression. "No, it's just that... it feels like an indirect kiss." He wouldn't understand if you weren't clear about it. "So...?" That's when you knew, your relationship had taken a step forward.

After that, you started getting bolder, placing your chin on his shoulder as you hugged him from behind, peeking at what he was doing in his laptop, sitting back to back with him while reading an extensive document for your job, or resting your head in his lap when exhaustion hit too hard but you didn't want to leave his side.

"Give." You said one time, looking at him dead in the eye while he didn't even bother to lift his sight from the metallic piece of who-knows-what that kept him awake all night long. He offered you his lollipop, but you refused. "No, not that. A kiss." Now you got his attention. "Alright." His face was so gorgeous from that distance, eyes deep like the ocean and skin smoother than you'd expect from someone with no particular skincare routines. He placed his gloved hand on your cheek and leaned forward, brushing your lips with his own and then pulling you closer, giving you the sweetest kiss you ever tasted.

#khr #katekyo hitman reborn #khr spanner #khr x reader #sorry if this sucks #english is not my first language #and im super eepy #but i needed to write it or the idea would be gone forever #ive been simping hard over spanner #but needed to think of a relationship origin that felt coherent with his personality??#ahhh i'm so embarrassed my skills are no good!!!!

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ultimobesomascometa · 1 year

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Ok, but Wednesday saying pet names to Enid in Spanish like "mi lobita" "mi sol" or just "mi amor".

#wenclair #wednesday netflix #enid x wednesday #She feels like her father right after #sorry I just need to think about it cause it would sounds beautiful #plus spanish is my first language and I love it #cause she is so good expressing in spanish but sucks doing in english

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llittletingoddess · 10 months

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A pool day with 90's James would be so fun. While you'd try to get a nice tan for your body he'd tease you to come join him in a water, until his patience ends and he'd just throw a cold water to your hot body, knowing that his butt will be kicked.

But when you'll finally enter the pool with a frown he'd immediately kiss you, knowing that it calms down your anger immediately. He'd grin on you, but that cheeky look in his blue eyes with his wet hair sticked to his face combined would look so cute it would melt you more than sun.

I want a pool day with James now.

#james hetfield #metallica #well my debut James thought here #bet it sucks because people here love smut #but I'm a fluff and angst girlie so I'm sorry!#english isn't my first language #so sorry for mistakes!

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clewis · 8 months

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Title: The Moon Knows Best Relationship: Cleo/Lewis Chapters: 1/1 Summary: What if, while being moonstruck in season 2 episode 17, Cleo kissed Lewis, much like she did when the moon fever turned her into a siren? And what if this occurrence finally prompts Lewis to question just why she kissed him twice while under the influence of the full moon? Will this help Lewis figure out the (not-so-shocking) truth about Cleo's real feelings for him? Or, Cleo is definitely not over Lewis and the full moon helps Lewis to connect the dots.

Here is my silly little one-shot set during the events of iconic full moon episode "moonstruck"! It's basically just Cleo and Lewis being idiots in love but what's new right? Hope you enjoy 💜

#also... sorry but i suck at titles!!!!!!#oh and also.. let me know what you guys think if you'd like <33 #it's just a silly little thing honestly but idk idk felt like posting it anyways #also!! (i should stop saying also in tags sorry) english is not my first language so sorry in advance!!!!!#clewis #h2o just add water #h2o #h2o fanfiction #my writing

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elenagoeslightly · 7 months

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Through fingertips

the vamp babyboy had me writing after 5 years i can't believe this. the reader is gender neutral and i had the idea after volunteering as a guide for visually impaired people for years (which i loved was one of the best experiences i had with volunteering) which is not the same situation, obviously, but it made me think. I also didn't play the game so i am very sorry. ps this is not betad we die like men

"Looking at something?" Astarion asks, making you jump. You were just walking toward him, your head desperately trying to come up with an excuse to talk to him.

"How did you know I was here?" You were standing just behind him, there was no way he could have seen you, busy as he was finding himself inside a shattered mirror.

Astarion smiles as he turns around to face you, his fangs gleaming in the moonlight.

Oh.

"The only benefit to a mirror when you have my condition. It doesn't quite make up for the lack of lack of a reflection, mind you." The tone of his voice doesn't have the usual hilarity you've grown used to. There's a certain sadness to it that you find hard to accept.

"Do you miss it?" you ask, your hands wringing. "Seeing your own face?"

He scoffs, as if you asked the most obvious question in the world.

"Preening in the looking glass? Petty vanity? Of course I miss it. I've never even seen this face. Not since it grew fangs and my eyes turned red."

This is the first time Astarion has spoken about his past, at least to you. You can't help but wonder how he must feel, inhabiting a body he can't even see.

"What color were they before?" you try to be as gentle as you can, praying that he won't end the conversation.

It feels like walking on eggshells, and yet you can't stop.

"I...I don't know. I can't remember." his eyebrows knit together, as if he's trying his best to go back in time. "My face is just some dark shape in my past. Another thing I've lost." he adds, throwing the mirror on the ground in anger.

You breathe sharply through your nose and walk torward him; you only stop when you're so close to him that you can see the shadows that his eyelashes cast on his cheekbones.

"What?" he asks, looking at you like you're about to jump him, and not in a way he would be delighted by.

"I see you." you say, and his eyes turn large for a moment, surprised by such simple words.

He cocks his head to the side, intrigued.

"And what do you see, exactly?"

When you were young, you had a friend.

A friend who could not see.

When the two of you were out on your little adventures, you would help her understand the shape of things by placing your hands above hers and guiding them, describing everything that the two of you would find interesting like the beetles of the ground, the skin of a serpent.

You would describe to her the shape, the texture, the color and all the details under those young fingertips.

There's a moment of hesitation before you take his hands in yours and the startled look in his face, his red eyes, makes you wonder if you should do this, if you really should get close to him.

He's a vampire, after all. A spawn, if you want to be technical about it.

But you can't lie to yourself, or hide the way in which seeing him suffer tugs at your heartstrings.

It's curse of being human.

And you want to help him, at least with this, want to alleviate centuries of suffering.

So you put your hands on top of his and guide them up to his face; the simple intimacy of the moment makes it hard for you to breathe, the silence overwhelming.

You start with the laugh lines around his mouth, one of the things you adore about his face.

"You have creases when you laugh," you say, and knowing Astarion you should have predicted his reaction.

"Excuse me?" the offended tone of his voice makes you roll your eyes to the back of your head. "I am an eternally young vampire, not your doting grandmother. You can do better."

Of course, your majesty you think to yourself.

"What else?" he asks, his breath tickles the palm of your hands.

You move his fingers torward his jawline, "The way your hair curls around your ears."

Astarion closes his eyes, as if he's imagining himself, piecing together everything you tell him.

Your marvel at the moment of vulnerability he gives you before one red eye opens and he states "This is meant to be flattery, not poetry. Just tell me I'm beautiful and we'll call it a day."

The exasperated sound of his voice and nonchalant movement of his hands makes you want to throttle him, but you know what he is doing; he's hiding in plain sight, as he always does.

But this time, you won't let him.

"Is that all you want?" you ask him. "Shallow praise?"

You can feel the way his jaw clenches under your fingertips.

"Hardly," he answers. "There's also gold, sex, revenge-quite the list, really. And failing any of those, I will settle for shallow praise."

You do not believe him, you know there must be more that he wants, but you won't push the issue, not right now at least. You want to give him the time to tell you all at his own pace.

So, you move his hands.

"You have a mole under your eye," you tell him, placing his index finger over it.

"A mole?" he asks, looking at you like you just revealed some concealed truth about the world.

"Yes."

You then take his middle finger, make it run over his nose.

"Your nose has a tiny bump in the middle of it."

Astarion hums, his eyes closed again. Your hands shake and you wonder if he notices, if he cares.

You move both his hands up, slightly gracing the lines on his forehead before going down.

"Your eyebrows form an arch of silver just above your strong, piercing eyes." you guide his fingertips, gently grazing upon his closed eyelids.

He leans in the touch and your heart soars.

"Your lips are full, but pale creating that dangerous smile of yours." You praise him, and you know that if it weren't for the close proximity you two are in, he would twirl around like a peacock, basking in the flattery.

You cradle his face, and he opens his eyes; you know this moment is about to end, and yet you feel the need to cling to it with all the strength you have.

"Thank you for showing me what the world sees when it looks at me. What you see." his voice is deep and serious and you can feel it echo in your ribcage.

You close your eyes and take a step back, your hands slowly moving away from his face.

Your face is on fire and you damn yourself over the way he makes you feel: like you're some sort of infatuated child, and not an adult who can fend for themselves.

The rawness of the way he makes you feel is unsettling.

"You're welcome." you finally answer, unable to look at him, your hand scratching the back of your neck in embarrassment.

You turn around, determined to make your way back to your tent, but his voice stops you.

"You didn't say it." he whispers as he looks at his fingernails with the same determination as a warrior gazing at the battlefield.

"What are you talking about?" you ask, confused.

"That I am beautiful. You didn't say it and you cannot leave me with this doubt, my dear."

You sigh.

Of course.

After all, this is what the wanted; to be flattered, to hear the words he wanted to hear. The fact that they came from you probably wasn't enough to make a difference.

"You are beautiful, Astarion." you say, your voice just above a whisper. All this ordeal tired you, and the only thing you want right now is to go to bed and hope the tingling in your hands stops.

"Observant." he says, the smile of his face unsettling. "Mirrors aren't much use but to be described through someone else's eyes? Well, I could do worse."

You look at him, one last time, as your hands open and close around nothing; his mask is up again, that big, mischievous smirk and dancing eyes hide him completely, like a cloak made of night.

"Goodnight, Astarion." you say, not brave enough to look at him one last time.

You walk quickly torward your tent, too quick to hear him say

"Goodnight, little love."

#why is this so long what in the actual fuck #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #baldur's gate iii #this is my first yn fic guys #i can finally put something to my dead and gone ao3 #vampire #sorry to the people who played the game i feel like i am intruding #elena writes #but really this idiot cured me of my fic writing dry spell #i owe him #fic tag #writing tag #hope someone like it!#also tell me if it sucks or if you have tips!#also ps English is not my first language so i am sorry

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