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so uhh... would anyone like to hear about my marvel villain oc (who i use for my loki x oc hcs) đđ
if you make an OC that you are genuinely insane over, like you are obsessed with this freak and can't stop thinking about them, then it will rub off on other people. the virus spreads
#shes basically just my prsk oc repurposed for villainy djjdjd#design wise that id#*is#pereonality wise theyre very distinct#i have so much to say about her pleaseee#ive come up with so many scenarios for her and loki its unreal#i gave her her own separate arcs and build up too just so her entire story and personality isnt just âlokis wifeâ#ive also made her act like...yk... a PERSON#instead of making her entire personality about how shes a woman#she gets trauma (ofc) but we also see the IMPACT of that trauma#i like to think of it as: if loki is a wild cat then shes a rabid dog#when angry ofc#her default is just anger but there is reason for this and it does have consequences (and it also gets better)#if anyobe wants to ask about her.... my ask box is always open....#đ„șđ„ș#loki#oc#sĂłl#loki x oc#my oc#marvel oc#villain oc#me
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me when i hear people defend feyre attacking the lady of autumn by saying she didnât mean to/beron was her intended target: ⊠how ⊠how is that better?
like okay we all hate beron but heâs still a high lord, still someone you invited to form an alliance/negotiate with diplomatically. in a court where you are a guest might i add. you are a child they all saw practically naked two days ago, now playing house with a man (sorry, male) who willingly or otherwise tormented them for the better part of half a century .. because he gave you a pretty crown? how does one expect these old ass fae to not be condescending or reluctant? iâd have asked her to let the adults do the talking if she was piping in every two seconds telling me what to think and how to act.
the high lordsâ meeting is my roman empire because itâs one of those instances where you have to let your jaw hit the floor because in what world - except one where sjm expects everyone to love her blorboâs for all their correct opinions and positions - did any of that work?? with no consequences?? in fact theyâre rewarded for their behaviour: tarquin rescinds the blood rubies, everyoneâs chiming in about how they knew rhysand was the good guy all along, no one cares about the high lord who is why theyâre all free rn (okay feyre broke the curse â tamlinâs curse. tamlin killed amarantha. he is why rhysand is free to rewrite history and the others have a future) iâm surprised there wasnât a scene where the lady of autumn apologises to feyre for being in the way of her attack smh
This is one of the reasons I cannot like Feyre. The justification that she âdidnât mean toâ attack the Lady of Autumn or that âBeron was her intended targetâ makes absolutely no sense and, frankly, makes the situation worse. How is it any better that her recklessness and inability to control her powers led to an innocent woman nearly being killed? The Lady of Autumn was already a victim of Beronâs abuse and violence, and Feyreâwho should, of all people, understand the trauma of being hurt or manipulated by powerful individualsâjust becomes another threat to her. How is that defensible in any way?
Even if Beron was her intended target, that doesnât excuse the collateral damage of almost killing someone who was completely uninvolved in the fight. Feyreâs powers are vast, yes, but she constantly wields them with this mix of entitlement and carelessness that makes her more of a liability than a hero. Itâs one thing to make mistakes; itâs another to make catastrophic ones and have people excuse them as if the consequences donât matter.
And letâs be realâFeyre is never held accountable for these actions. The narrative either brushes it off or turns it into another moment for someone to coddle her and tell her how amazing she is. Meanwhile, the Lady of Autumn is left to fend for herself, as usual, trapped in her abusive marriage, and probably now terrified of Feyre as well. The complete lack of responsibility Feyre takesâor is made to takeâfor her actions is one of the biggest reasons I canât root for her. Sheâs not a savior; sheâs a wrecking ball with a savior complex.
The entire High Lords meeting was, without question, a complete disaster. It was supposed to be this grand gathering where the courts would come together to ally against Hybern, but instead, it devolved into petty squabbles, veiled insults, and outright hostility. Rhysand, for all his posturing as the most âprogressiveâ High Lord, walked into the meeting with an attitude so smug it practically dared the others to disagree with him. Tamlin, true to form, took the bait and immediately turned the whole thing into a personal grievance fest. Beron was his usual insufferable self, Helion was flirting, and everyone else seemed more interested in holding grudges than actually saving the world.
Nobody trusted anyone, and honestly, who could blame them? These are the same people whoâve been at each otherâs throats for centuries, and now theyâre supposed to just shake hands and work together? Rhysandâs attempts at diplomacy mostly amounted to thinly veiled threats, Feyreâs speeches did little to inspire confidence, and Amren just sat there looking like she wanted to kill someone. It was all spiraling into chaos.
And then came Nesta.
Nesta, who was barely even acknowledged as part of the delegation. Nesta, who didnât care about politics, alliances, or playing nice. Nesta, who was so angry, so filled with righteous fury, that her words cut through the nonsense like a blade. When she stood up and spoke about what Hybern had done, about what they would do if the High Lords didnât put aside their differences and act, she commanded the room. She didnât appeal to their egos or try to manipulate them; she just told the truth in the most raw, unflinching way possible.
Her speech wasnât about Rhysandâs court, or Tamlinâs grudges, or Beronâs smug indifference. It was about the people who would suffer and die if they didnât unite. It was about the horrors she had witnessed and endured. It was about the cost of their pride and their inaction. And for the first time in the entire meeting, there was silence.
That speech was the turning point. It was the reason the High Lords agreed to set aside their centuries of animosity and work together. Not because of Feyreâs attempts to âinspireâ them, not because of Rhysandâs threats, but because Nesta Archeron reminded them of what was at stake.
And hereâs the kicker: even after she was the one who secured the alliances they needed, the credit still went elsewhere. Feyre, Rhysand, and their crew walked away looking like the saviors, while Nesta was left on the sidelines again. The meeting may have been a mess, but Nesta was the only reason it wasnât an outright failure.
Bonus mention: My man Thesan was the only unproblematic one at that entire meeting. He showed up, minding his own business, probably thinking, âI am a healer, not a referee for this soap opera.â While everyone else was busy airing centuries of dirty laundry, Thesan was out here like, âSo⊠about that war threatening all our lives?â
He didnât come for the drama, didnât throw unnecessary shade, and managed to keep his court from looking like an absolute circus. Honestly, if I were him, I wouldâve been this close to kicking the entire Night Court delegation out.
If anyone deserved to walk out of that meeting with dignity, it was Thesan. The man probably, sat down with a glass of wine after, and said, âNever again.â
#anti acosf#anti acotar#anti feysand#anti inner circle#anti rhysand#nesta archeron deserves better#pro nesta#anti azriel#anti amren#anti cassian#anti night court#anti nessian#anti morrigan
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#oh wow...#i just had an oh shit fuck moment#wow#i usually complain about the one therapist i had in my entire life and how she wouldn't just listen to what i was saying#if it didn't fit her textbook definition of whatever she was thinking at the time#and how i talked to her about my anxiety and how that made me feel and she would only focus on how i acted#so the example i gave her was the one time i went into a shop to buy something by myself#because my mom didn't want to go in for me and arguing with my mom in front of the shop in public and then inevitably have to#go in myself either way was way worse to me#because of the embarrassement of arguing in public. the fact that my mom was gonna spend the entire walk home telling me how i have to#''just suck it up and learn and just overcome my anxiety because i don't have a problem'' or whatever#and then having to go into the shop where the lady had been watching me from inside the entire time how i clearly didn't want to go in#and possibly be even more awkward with teary eyes because of the anxiety and awkwardness i already bring to the table any day...#all of those things that were going inside my head were trumped by the fact that i did go in and did buy what i needed#although my heart was coming out of my chest the entire time... all that didn't matter to my therapist because in her words:#''if you had anxiety. you simply wouldn't have gone in''#which is ridiculous#but anyways... i just had an epiphany... that was masking wasn't it?#forcing myself to do something that brings me major discomfort to make my mother and the shop lady not judge me?#pretend i'm a normal human being just doing normal things instead of someone who's about to have a heart attack buying embroidery thread?#panicking the entire time because i wasn't prepeared and hadn't scripted the entire transaction in my head?#yet still going in and putting on my ''normal person'' mask to try to seem like i wasn't just dying seconds ago (and still was)?#isn't that literally what masking is?!#and the ''autism specialist'' ass therapist was like ''if you did it then you don't have a problem''#when i'm literally telling her how much of a problem it actually WAS?!#you know what's the best part about all this#that when i told my mom after i left that therapist that she didn't listen to me because [insert everything above]#my mom's response was ''well sometimes therapist will say things that you don't want to hear but you have to accept them''....#same woman who's always saying how much she hates therapists because they ''will say whatever and pretend they know shit''#ok so it's only The Truth when I tell you it isn't...
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The foxfucking show (fanfic remix) continues to be full of things that are extremely tailored to my particular interests executed in a way where I can tell the people involved knows what their audience is looking for and want to deliver it, but the connective tissue is lacking and it makes me sad.
#also my favourite character isn't here#and my second favourite character got a personality overhaul that I don't think entirely makes sense for him#even given that it's 83 years ago and people change#also also they don't care enough about one of my niche favourite relationships from the og show and it doesn't get enough attention#on the bright side there is an extremely pathetic and violent yet very sexy woman!#unfortunatly I feel like they just outsourced a bunch of Lee Rang's personality to her instead of letting them bounce off of each other to#increasingly deranged heights#if I could have taken a pass at the script before it went out#I would absolutely have had Yuri be the time traveler instead of her husband#then separate her husband from og flavour Lee Yeon#and hook him up with the present day crew and lee rang instead#and then cleverly used this opportunity for more Yuri/shin joo#which I like#elaborate on the shin joo-Lee rang connection#which is the niche favourite of mine#and use this opportunity for Yuri angst as she has 2/3 of her favourite people back together again but they don't know her#or love each other#and then I would spin THAT into answering my niche question#of how the hell shin joo#who dotes on every child and baby that comes within a five foot radius of him#wound up having basically no relationship with Lee Rang at all#INO the actual reason is that if they did know each other well it would break the plot#but out of all the dumb random inconsistencies on this show this one bothers me the most#so gimme!!! I want an answer#also forced Yuri and Lee Yeon bonding!!!#Yuri and hon ju!!!#why didn't they see my vision#press says totnt
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#it's so weeeeeeeird to get my parents' feedback on my songs#they're both very artistic types and i always enjoy sharing my music with them#and they tend to give extensive and always-positive feedback. which is. great?#but also they both have this weird habit of assuming that every narrator of every song is always 'in the right'#and should be respected and agreed with and supported#which... kind of makes me feel like they're assuming every narrator is me?#and that's very unsettling bc most of my fictional narrators are uh. lol. Not Great People#ranging from just kind of weak and craven and avoidant (see: the narrator of a certain recent song)#to full-on violent and cruel and fucked-up in the head#ffs i wrote a song recently from the POV of a creep who fixates on a woman he's never met#and eventually murders her (before which he may or may not have raped her. the lyric is intentionally ambiguous)#like... most of the time i thought it was pretty obvious that i'm telling a story with my songs#but either i'm really failing at accurately portraying all these flawed characters#or else my parents have some other reason for constantly reacting to every song narrator#as if said narrator were Not To Be Criticized#my mum described the narrator of this certain song as 'fearless and self-confident and in control'#and i was like... are we referring to the same song?#the one where the narrator is in a super toxic relationship but just pathetically runs away from their reality#instead of ending the relationship and getting their freedom?#the one where - despite feeling trapped by the other person's love#the narrator is also kind of shamefully addicted to being the worshipped idol on a pedestal?#none of that sounds like those positive-coded words you used#but maybe she assumed the narrator was me and therefore didn't want to say anything negative?#(in which case AARRRRGHHHH how do i make people realize that songwriting is ART NOT AUTOBIOGRAPHY???)#or maybe she visualized herself in the place of the narrator?#(in which case: oof. oh dear. but i suppose that's none of my business. i'm not a therapist)#i just get very tired of my parents' inability to accept the existence of bad things in the world sometimes#but i know it's my own problem: i can't assume people will always 'get' what my lyrics are about#once you put your art out in the world you have to accept that is not entirely yours anymore#people will take it and make it their own until you don't even recognize it anymore
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Iâd like to entertain and enliven you now with the saga of my Slut Era.
Iâve always been a serial monogamist and my shortest long term relationships clocked in at three years. So perhaps thatâs why when I finally broke it off with my ex I went insane on dating. Part of it was definitely just that between anxiety and loneliness I wanted to fill up my time.
This happened when I was living alone for the first time, no roommates, just me and my little cat Leeloo. I didnât want to come home to an empty house so instead I set up dates.
Most of these were disastrous. Iâm not everyoneâs cup of tea and I had a lot more first dates than second because theyâd seen enough, including the one where people aggressively complimented me.
But after a few months I had four people I was seeing simultaneously. I was up front with all of them that things were not exclusive, and they all agreed, so no infidelity took place here, just a lot of hijinks.
Hereâs who was on the dating roster:
âą An apprentice woodworker that weâll call Jill. I honestly thought at 26 years old that her being 21 wasnât a problem age gap and I quickly learned that there was a vast gulf of both maturity and life experience between us. Jill described herself as âheteroflexibleâ and had just dumped her first boyfriend to flirt it up with me.
âą A married woman looking for a friends with benefits. Weâll call her Alice. I insisted on meeting her husband first to be sure I wasnât part of a cheating mess and he gave me his blessing when I stayed over at her house. Years later when he and Alice had divorced I would go on to sell him and his new fiancĂ©e an engagement ring and we both realized at the end how we knew each other and it was wildly awkward. Alice was nice, but a hardcore vegan who insisted I brush my teeth if I so much as ate string cheese before I could kiss her. She was also unhappy in her marriage and was feeling out if Iâd want to get serious.
âą A bartender dubbed Snakebites, so called because of her signature piercings. She cooked me a steak so raw it was still mooing and some of the best asparagus Iâd ever had. In our singular sexy encounter she bit my nipple and I never got over it. Really don't bite someone if you don't know their preference and work up in pressure. We werenât terribly compatible but neither of us were willing to admit it yet. Truthfully I considered still dating her solely because I desperately wanted her bathroom. It had all black tile, black toilet, black sink, a rain shower in the corner and a jacuzzi tub. I may not have loved her but god I loved that bathroom.
And finally,
âą My beloved, who I would go on to marry, who was dealing with a lot of personal stuff at the time. Obviously that meant I liked them the best of all the people I was seeing because we were both disasters at the time.
So thatâs the cast of this little misadventure. Now, our story begins with Jill.
Jill was someone who heightened my anxiety. Each of the three times she came to my home she brought and left more stuff. A self help book, a ramen kit, the entire Teen Titans collection of DVDs. It was like she was trying to move in. She also liked to deride my taste in things, frequently calling me a pleb when I mentioned a band or show I liked.
She was working on a gorgeous little decorative table in her woodworking program. The main wood for the top had a beautiful dapple of knots like jaguar spots, and when she showed me a picture I exclaimed how pretty it was.
âDo you want it?â
âOh- I mean itâs lovely, I wouldnât mind having it, but you should sell it and make some money!â
But she was adamant. Sheâd give me the little side table. At about this time, Alice was starting to get awfully lovey for a FWB. I knew she wasnât happy with her husband but I also knew we were not a good fit. Fun fact: Alice and her husband were step siblings with a pretty hefty age gap. They got together when he stumbled upon a kink photo shoot sheâd done with vegetables. None of their family was happy about the relationship but they werenât related by blood so it was fine.
So I was fending off more overt romantic advances from Alice, and feeling increasingly like I needed to break things off with Jill. Snakebites wasnât ever initiating communication and I decided to pull a lot of plugs at once.
I ghosted Snakebites, told Alice that I thought we should cool it, and in a move worthy of a rom-com I asked my beloved if I could pretend we were exclusive to put off Jill. They agreed and I texted Jill to let her know that I was no longer single.
I was not prepared for Jillâs response. She. Was. Devastated. She flew off the handle. Sheâd just been waiting for the right time to tell me how she felt about me! How dare I do this to her!
What about the table?!
âYou should keep the table, itâs gorgeous, youâll be able to sell it, but I donât expect a free table.â
Silence met me after that text. I worried and fretted and eventually headed home.
There on my doorstep. The table.
It was a small little end table, reeking of oil and polish, but very beautiful. I brought it inside. The little drawer didnât even have a knob or guide rails. But it did have a handwritten bill proclaiming that it was costing me $500.
âI canât afford a $500 table, Jill!â I texted.
âWell you kept saying how nice it was. I spent a lot of time on it.â
âIâm not saying itâs not worth $500â (it wasnât, it was a tiny side table made by an apprentice) âbut I canât buy a $500 table.â
âMake me an offer.â
I stared at the little table. I did actually like it, but I worried about the repercussions of entering into this deal. Hesitantly I typed back, â$300.â I didnât think it was worth that much but I didnât want to insult her too badly.
This suited her for the night. But the next day she informed me she needed a new bed, and that sheâd take her $300 in credit toward a new mattress. I spent the whole next day basically wrangling with her over what she wanted and eventually she spiked back up to demanding $500 for the damn table.
âLet me just give it back,â I begged. It was not the first, second, or even third time Iâd asked to return the thing but this time she finally relented and gave me her address. Since she lived with her parents still Iâd never been over.
I called up my beloved and said, âHey, I need moral support, can you run an errand with me?â
They agreed which is how we loaded up a self help book, a ramen kit, the entire Teen Titans DVD collection, and the table from hell into my little car together. Jill had said to meet her at one o'clock. I intended to drop everything off at noon and be done with this madness.
But while my beloved and I were on the doorstep leaving everything I heard, âJill? Youâre home early,â through the door. Her mom opened it to peer at us in confusion.
âI was just bringing Jillâs stuff back!â I chirped in alarm.
With little tact and a lot of speed we left her with Jillâs collection of things and then I sped out of there like my tail was on fire. I handed my phone to my beloved as I zoomed away instructing them to block Jillâs number. I was free. The tabletross around my neck had been returned.
It was about a month after that when my beloved and I officially began dating exclusively. I had wrapped up all my messy dating threads and it was a relief to be in a relationship again. They went on a trip to Mexico shortly after we made it official.
So I knew they were out of town. But next morning I walked out to my car and beheld a lipstick kiss pressed to the drivers side window.
I was petrified. I had just dumped three girls at once and had an extremely messy back and forth with one of them. Did I have a stalker?!
Of the girls, Alice seemed like likeliest candidate, being of a stronger lipstick variety girl than Jill or Snakebites. We had ended things a bit stiffly, but still cordial. She just laughed when I asked if she knew anything about it. âNope,â she said, âbut good luck.â
Iâd rather have walked over broken glass then text Jill, and Iâd firmly ghosted Snakebites so I was scared to reopen communication to ask if she was stalking me. I had to drop it. But it haunted me, that lipstick kiss.
For months I was jumpy, wondering which of my spurned lovers had done it. And why. Was it a threat? A goodbye? I lay awake thinking about it, worrying about how everyone Iâd dated knew where I lived, which car was mine.
Finally, nothing else happened and I moved on. The kiss would remain a mystery and I had to be content with that.
It was a year later when I finally started filling my mom in on my dating escapades that I finally got closure. She was hooting and laughing as I went over the table debacle. Then I paused and added, âAnd then this kiss showed up on my car.â
âDid you like it?â
âWhat? No! Iâm pretty sure one of them was stalking me! Who else would leave a kiss on my car?â
My mom started bellowing with laughter. âI did!â She wheezed.
Apparently. My mother had been driving by my place. And decided that a cute little gesture would be to leave me a kiss. And then decided to never mention it to me even though sheâs never done anything like that previously.
âIt scared the crap out of me!â I yelled while she collapsed with helpless laughter. âI thought I had a stalker! How could I possibly have known that was you?!â
âHow could I have known youâd just broken up with three girls at once?â She wheezed in rejoinder and like. Fair play.
So thatâs how my mom convinced me I had a stalker and I got out of buying a $500 table.
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Yay I'm going to get all Political and angry again.
So pretty much every trans American is probably aware of the Sarah McBride situation at this point, but here's the bullet point summary if needed for anyone else:
Sarah McBride gets elected to the House as the first transgender member of Congress in US history.
Republicans predictably flip their shit. They pass internal rules of conduct that prohibit trans people from using bathrooms of their gender and stating that bathroom use is defined by AGAB. It obviously singles out McBride, but I believe there are trans staffers that are also affected.
McBride issues a statement that she will abide by these rules, and pretty much only use the bathroom directly associated with her physical office. She issues a statement saying she "wasn't elected for bathrooms" and will instead fight in issues that matter, with a milquetoast criticism of Republicans for wasting time on this.
Many trans Americans are predictably scared and disappointed by this, especially because this internal house rule is being used as a blueprint for more extensive laws, including a likely ban on trans people in gendered bathrooms in all federal land and buildings (including, notably for me, national parks. Which breaks my heart, but that's a different rant.)
There's been a lot of disappointment and criticism of McBride over this. The general leftist reaction has been criticism. There's lots of people that have expressed disappointment or rage, including Erin Reed, and also more "personality" type people like Vaush and Jessie Gender.
Now.
I'm disappointed too.
But. And please keep reading before chewing me out for being an apologist.
I think we can all understand that McBride is in an impossible situation. If she fights this too hard, then it vindicates the Republican rhetoric that Dems are crazy trans obsessed leftists. But there's a fear that this will only lead to more infringements of rights for trans people. McBride is completely stuck, and is a junior, freshly elected member of Congress who is trying to figure out how to make her voice the most effective.
I am so, so fucking tired of rights being ceded one by one. So I'm disappointed. But yeah, I understand McBride's statement.
But there's just one tiny. Eeny weeny. Minor. Itty Bitty question having over all of this. Just one little concern.
Where.
The fuck.
Are the rest of the Democrats?!?!?!?
There is a PAINFULLY fucking easy solution to all of this. McBride needs backing, solidarity, and other people to speak for her. If she's worried about her voice being effective, and being branded as the crazy trans representative, then step the fucking up, you spineless liberal slimebags.
AOC is the only one that I know of that has expressed any real opposition or anger. Her statements are getting aaallll the airtime.
But the real story is McBride's sentiment being echoed amongst the entire party. This is absolutely some kind of official platform. The fucking grumbling, milquetoast finger waving and "well I don't like this, but there's nothing to be done! Anyways"
Of fucking course minorites are abandoning the left. The message they're sending is "we'll abandon you with the most pathetic of excuses. We don't give a shit." Trimming groups out of their support one by one.
McBride is doing the impossible calculus of trying to be the most effective on the house floor. It's an insane task for a trans woman. And yeah, she got it wrong this time. But where the fuck is the anger for her cis colleagues? Why the fuck aren't people angry and terrified for everyone that let this shit happen?
As much as people love the narrative of the line wolf resistor, resistance takes coordination, effort, and solidarity. Without that, what would McBride raising opposition even be? One representative against the hundreds of others.
And yeah, of course I didn't expect any better from the Democratic party. But you should be disappointed and mad at your representative, not just McBride.
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â dear sukuna...âĄ
â· synopsis .ásome of my personal headcanons for heian era!sukuna âĄ
â· content .á heian era!sukuna x fem!reader, oc mention [nonromantic], fluff, teasing, name for sukuna's stomach mouth, sad childhood (poor kuna :<)
â· lunar's note .á these are just a few headcanons ive wanted to share about heian sukuna but i have so many more that i will 100% make another one of these for this sukuna AND different sukuna's, like fratboy!kuna, modern!sukuna, jujutsu high teacher!kuna, etc. whatever other aus i think of !! i hope u guys like my silly lil thoughts :33
sukuna was abandoned by his mother and father at a young age as his more monstrous features began to develop. the village he was born into grew to despite him as a young boy, blaming any misfortune on his existence. it got to a point that they figured the only way to get rid of the bad luck in the village was to kill him. before this, a sorcerer woman named chiyo, quickly got him to safety and cared for him as he grew older.
during his childhood, sukuna nearly burned down an entire forest trying to learn how to use divine flame. he hasn't told anyone beause he still gets overly embarrassed when he thinks about how badly he fucked up.
during his time with chiyo, sukuna met uraume. he practically dragged uraume home and simply said "this one can cook. they are staying" and chiyo just sighed and accepted it. he always seemed to have a thing for strays.
when chiyo became older, she became extremely sick and ended up passing. because of the bond he formed with her, sukuna couldn't accept her death and ended up transforming her into a curse. instead of being monstrous, however, chiyo is relatively human looking...but now just an old lady who huffs playfully at sukuna for not letting her sleep.
while he does have concubines, sukuna wants a wife who can keep up with him. yes, being gifted the finest women is a pleasure and fuels his ego, but he wants to ensure the person he marries checks all the boxes. no one knows him best except himself, after all
if any concubine or servant is caught speaking ill of his wife, uraume, or chiyo, sukuna will not hesitate to kill them. after all, he selected them to be the closest people in his life. if someone questions his decisions, they have no worth to him.
sukuna gets extremely grumpy whenever you get sick because he just. cannot figure out how to take care of you without being too overbearing or accidentally calling you weak. yes, he's one of the most powerful sorcerers to walk the earth, but seeing you sweat from a fever makes him feel weak and he projects a little bit.
sukuna's stomach mouth was playfully named 'mokuna', or 'moku for short, by chiyo as a combination of mouth and sukuna. he swears up and down he hates the name, but the mouth on his abdomen can't help but grin and grumble happily when it's referred to by a name.
he will never admit it, but sukuna has a massive sweet tooth. yes, he will steal candy from a baby, he does not care. if it smells sweet and makes his mouth water, he wants it.
sometimes, when sukuna is sleeping, moku will still be 'awake' and will try to communicate with you. it can't speak verbal words very well, but it's so expressive that you find it relatively easy to figure out what it's trying to say.
sukuna is a shitty liar when moku is visible because if he tries to act grumpy and upset at the sweet cooing and petting your giving him, mokuna is practically purring, giving you a little lick on whatever part of you it can reach. it's so fucking cute too when he tries to hide the pink tinge on his ears
sukuna LOVES water, he loves soaking in the onsen for hours, loves swimming in large ponds and lakes. he turns into a little kid when he seems a big lake with crystalline water and will not hesitate to stop everything he's doing to drag you into the water with him
when he sleeps, sukuna will purr a little if he's having a good dream...if you get lucky, you might catch mokuna awake, trying not to laugh at it's host acting like a kitten in his sleep.
sukuna very rarely has nightmares, but occasionally will have short but vivid dreams about his childhood. he will never admit they bother him, but you know something is up when you feel him playing with your hair in the middle of the night. you let him have his moment, pretending to be asleep against his chest as he busies himself with your hair to distract his mind.
uraume and chiyo are the biggest gossips when put together, and while sukuna does his best to act as thought he thinks gossip is pointless, he's always listening attentively when they get to talking. "the new servant was caught sleeping with the local seamstress' husband? how whorish of him...was he the top or bottom?"
sukuna really, really, really likes seeing you in gold. if he could, he'd stare at you all day, in nothing but gold and jewels on the bed, looking like his little gold hoard as if he's some kind of dragon. if he wasn't so jealous, he'd have you like this publicly so everyone would know what a goddess would look like. but, he knows he'd violently maul anyone who sees you naked...that's for him and him only.
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â : ćȘèĄć»»æŠ â đđđđđđŠđ§đ„đđšđ đ : satoru gojo x fem! reader
àŁȘË ÖŽÖ¶Öžđ synopsis: yuuji sees a completely different side of gojo-sensei !
contents: tooth rotting fluff w a dash of angst! established relationship (married), second person & told from yuujiâs pov. extremely whipped satoru! petnames, suggestive dialogue
summer isnât over yet! collection, can be read as a stand-alone
yuuji was initially ecstatic about the prospect of living with gojo-sensei. heâd imagined lazing around, gorging on sweets and watching cartoons on tv â maybe a few training sessions squeezed in with gojo-sensei â ideally it wouldâve been just the two of them.
his fantasies came crashing down when realised gojo-senseiâs âhouseâ was actually a âhomeâ. the walls in the foyer were riddled with picture frames. he felt like he was intruding on gojo-senseiâs personal life, but he couldnât take his eyes off the pictures on the walls.
there was a woman beside gojo-sensei in most of the pictures. she had (e/c) eyes and (h/c) hair. a friend? or a girlfriend? â nah. according to fushiguro, gojo-sensei got zero play. though she had to mean something to him. it was evident in the way he looked at her.
his cerulean eyes entirely averted the camera lens, instead devoted to committing every inch of her to memory
âthatâs my wifeâ gojo said softly,âsheâs gorgeous isnât she?â he laughed wryly as he stared lovingly at the smiling woman in the photo. yuuji nodded slowly, studying his teacher closely.
âis she okay with me hiding out here?â he asked tentatively, shoving his hands in the pockets of his hoodie.
âahhh about thatâ gojo says sheepishly, âi havenât had the time to mention it to her so youâll have to wait here while i talk to herâ he ran a hand through his hair, snowy white tendrils curling around his fingers.
classic gojo-sensei.
âohâ yuuji chuckled, the situation was amusing to him. he couldnât wait to tell fushiguro â the sour reminder that he couldnât had his laughter dying in his throat.
gojo-sensei shrugged off his shoes and patted yuujiâs shoulder, âdonât worry sheâll say yes , iâve got her wrapped around my fingerâ
yuuji waited patiently in the foyer, amber eyes flickering over the expensive decor and woodsy frames of gojo-senseiâs family. he could faintly make out traces of your conversation
"oh? you're home early for once" you smiled, leaning into your husband as he placed a kiss on your forehead. "what's the special occasion 'toru?"
"do i need a reason to want to see my beautiful wife?â
ânopeâ you hummed, ââm just surprised to see youâ not that you were complaining. satoru was a busy man and you cherished the rare moments you spent alone together
âhow was your day sweets?â he asked, taking your hand in his, his thumb stroked over knuckles, soft, loving.
âsame oldâ you shrugged, âweâve got some big case coming up next week, so i was pretty busy today. had a tonne of paperwork and meetings too"
"my busy bee" he smiles, "i missed you s'much, i hate going on these stupid business trips"
"you'd like them more if i came with you" you said teasingly, poking his rib with your free hand "i ran into kento the other day, you sure i shouldn't come back to jujutsu sorcery too?"
"nuh uh" he shook his head firmly, "stay at your law firm pretty, 'm gonna need someone to defend me when i kill all the higher ups"
"what have they done now?" you sigh exasperatedly, turning the knob on the gas cooker and reducing the heat. the faint clicking sound echoes in the kitchen as the orange-blue flames simmered quietly.
"what haven't they done" he grumbled, leaning against the counter. he gently tugged at his blindfold, lithe fingers unveiling the cerulean eyes that you loved so much. his snowy hair fell softly around his face, a curtain that failed to hide the anger he felt coursing through his veins.
"poor baby" you cooed, hands trailing up to his face and cupping his cheeks, your fingers smoothed over the frown etched on his face, pushing his lips together in a duck-lipped pout, "wanna tell me about it?"
"y'know yuuji? the new first year that's sukuna's vessel?"
you nod, allowing your hands to fall from his face and rest on the counter. his greedy hands make their way to your waist, rubbing circles on the soft flesh peeking out beneath your untucked dress shirt.
"well they sent the first years on a mission to rescue people from the detention center, after sending me on that stupid mission overseas mind you, and the kid had to fight a special grade curse"
"is he okay?" you ask, hands ghosting over satoru's bigger, veiny ones. he sighs, a look of mild irritation fleeting over his face at the memory. in retrospect, none of that mattered now. he was home.
"yeah he's fine" he shrugs, "sukuna ripped his heart out and he died, but he revived him eventually"
"your definition of fine is questionable satoru" you snicker, and he feels his heart melting at the sound of your laughter. "why'd they send them on that mission anyways?"
"they just want yuuji dead, he was supposed to be executed remember? and they're really scared of sukuna which is crazy 'cause he's kinda weak"
"someone needs to humble you" you say, amusement dripping from your words like honey, "pride comes before fall 'toru"
"you humble me all the time sweets" he grins, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead.
"i'm just doing the universe a favour" you tease, "what do you want for dinner? rice? noodles? or we could order food from that thai joint you like if you wantâ
"i'll eat anything you cook sweets,â he murmurs, âthough i have something else i wouldnât mind eatingâ
âsatoruâ you gasped, âyou just got home and youâre already trying to get between my legsâ you smack his shoulder playfully
âiâve missed her tooâ he shrugs, âiâve missed all of youâ
you shook your head, âcanât believe i married such a feenâ a languid smile tugs at the corners of your lips. you could try all you wanted to resist his charms, but heâd always win in the end
"so...about yuuji" satoru starts, testing the waters, "the higher ups really want him gone, i can't keep him at jujutsu tech right now"
"i can see why you wouldn't" you hum, leaning on the tips of your toes to reach for the salt. satoru had a habit of placing the things you needed in places you couldn't reach just so he could have the honour of retrieving them for you
âneed help with that sweets?â he asks eagerly, pushing himself off the counter and sifting through the wooden shelves. he easily brings the jar of salt down and hands it to you
"you have to stop doing this, itâs such an inconvenience" you sighed, but you were grateful nonetheless.âyouâre insufferable i swearâ
ââm still yoursâ he says suavely. satoruâs smile is unwavering though it doesnât quite reach his eyes.
you can tell the thing with yuuji is weighing heavily on his mind. heâs more restless than usual. his lithe fingers run up and down the counter as he stares into space
ââtoru?â you prompt, nudging him with your elbow, âi can hear you thinkingâ
âi donât know where to keep himâ he exhales, âi would ask shoko, or kento but then iâd risk getting them in trouble with the higher upsâ
âwhat about the secret room we found in our third year?â you asked, âyou could keep him there, unless they found out about itâ
âi would keep him there.. but i just...don't want him to feel alone," he says softly. you didnât think it was possible to fall even deeper in love with satoru, but he never failed to surprise you. âhe's just a kid, so iâ i want to look out for him.â
he knows itâs a big ask. you can hear the gears turning in his head as he figures out how to possibly convince you to let sukunaâs vessel stay in your home.
"can he stay?" he pleads, "can yuuji stay with us please? itâs only until the kyoto goodwill event" he's clasping his hands together, imploring you with his infinitely blue eyes. you raise an eyebrow. knowing satoru, yuuji was probably waiting around in the foyer
"he's already here isn't he?" you ask, shaking your head fondly as a guilty look flickers across his face. classic satoru. although you would've loved for him to give you a heads up, you didn't mind a bit. it would be nice to have some company when satoru went on his missions
 âi didnât really have time to plan all the details before bringing him with meâ he says, sheepishly rubbing a hand behind his neck, his fingers brushed against the soft strands of his undercut, "are you mad? don't be mad baby"
"no" you laugh, "i'm not mad 'toru, he can stay"
itâs the little things like this that make you realise just how much power you have over him. within seconds your husband is whirling you around, hands gripping your waist tightly and pressing chaste kisses on your face as he sets you down
"yuuji she said you can stay" a wide grin blooms across his face as he bounds into the foyer excitedly. the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, reduced to the faint resemblance of a child getting their first sleepover approved
you set the jar of salt down on the marbled counter. trailing after your husband. true to your suspicions, yuuji itadori had been standing awkwardly, twiddling his thumbs together in his hoodie pockets and silently taking in the intricacies of your home.
he couldnât help but feel out of place.
there were pairs of everything â shoes neatly arranged on the coat rack. umbrellas tucked in a corner in the foyer. coats hung up next to each other on the wall.
the pale blue wallpaper hung row after row of framed photographs. their wooden mahogany panels reflected the warm lights. yuujiâs light brown eyes flickered on the pictures in all their glory and glossy sheen.
the ones that caught his eye captured a young fushiguroâs trademark scowl, the irritated quirk of his brow and the curled spikes of his hair that defied gravity.
he was standing beside a girl who looked just like him, except she was slightly taller with long bone-straight brown hair. yuujiâs eyes lingered on her smile as your beanstalk of a husband shook him excitedly
he wondered what fushiguro would say if he knew heâd seen pictures of him as a little kid. ( heâd probably summon his shikigami on him )
âreally?â he beamed, eyes momentarily drawn away from the plethora of frames. you feel your heart melt into a sickly sweet puddle of happiness and warmth, as you watch satoru drape his arm over yuujiâs shoulder
âyes reallyâ you laugh, âitâs nice to finally meet you yuuji, youâre a friend of megumiâs right?â
yuuji nods frantically, his mop of pink curls bouncing enthusiastically . his mannerisms were nervous and eager. he wanted to fit in. he wanted you to like him. you could tell â he reminded you oddly of your husband ( they were practically the same person in different fonts )
âspeaking of megumi, he doesnât know yuujiâs alive so please donât let it slip when he calls youâ satoru murmurs, taking slow steps towards you.
he knows heâs asking for too much now. you practically raised megumi and it would be nearly impossible for you to keep something like this from him. satoru can see the cogs spinning in your head, the subtle anger in your heart and for the first time in years heâs afraid.
âweâll talk about this laterâ you say through gritted teeth. he pleads silently with his eyes and you swallow your protests, you exhale loudly before turning towards yuuji again âcâmon yuuji, iâve just started on dinnerâ
yuuji kicks off his shoes and nudges them neatly beneath the shoe rack before padding after you. satoru isnât far behind
âit smells really good mrs. gojoâ yuuji says politely, as he takes a seat by the kitchen island, legs dangling as he drums on the smooth marbled counter.
âthank you yuujiâ you beamed, âdo you prefer rice or noodles?â
âahh iâm not really pickyâ he says, âi like all kinds of food really, but i suppose rice? if it isnât too much of a hassle, i really donât want to be a bother-â
âslow down yuujiâ you said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder, âiâm really glad to have you here, it gets kinda lonely when âtoruâs away on business trips so make yourself at home okay?â
no wonder gojo-sensei was always happy, his wife was an angel. yuuji thought as he nodded fervently
âi can make the rice babyâ satoru offers, his hands make their way around your waist, he doesnât miss the way you stiffen under his touch. youâre mad at him, and he knows you have every right to be
âthank youâ you said, putting as much feeling into the words as you could muster, âcome with me yuuji, iâll show you aroundâ
yuuji was positive he was intruding now, standing in the middle of megumiâs room while you stripped navy blue pinstripe sheets off his bed and replaced them with canary dressings.
âare you sure i can sleep here?â he asks, â i donât mind taking the couch..â
you seemed horrified at the idea of yuuji sleeping alone on the couch. he still hadnât come to terms with the fact that you actually wanted him here. he was so used to being unwanted
growing up with his grandpa was something he wouldnât trade for the world, yet heâd always craved the warmth of a mother. a motherâs love was the purest, and there was nothing more blameless than the softness in your (e/c) eyes when you looked at him
âi mind yuujiâ you frownedâ and i want you to stay in gumiâs room, his clothes should fit you since youâre around the same heightâ
âthank you again for letting me crash hereâ yuuji didnât think he could say it enough. he didnât deserve such kindness, not when the king of curses lived rent free in his head
âdonât mention it yuujiâ you said, âi meant what i said downstairs, i could really use the companyâ
you ruffled his hair softly before resuming your ministrations of making the bed. you tucked crisp sheets beneath the mattress and fluffed up pillows with ease.
âyouâre a really good mom, why donât you and gojo-sensei have any kids of your own?â yuuji only realises the question is slightly insensitive after the words hang in the air and an unreadable look fleets across your face, âiâm so sorry that was really rude of me-â
âyouâre good yuujiâ you laugh, you sit down on the freshly laid duvet and pat the space beside you. yuuji hesitates but he sits down eventually
âit just never happened yâknow? we adopted tsu and gumi a few years back, plus toruâs always seen his students as his kids, he cares about you guys a lotâ
âeven me?â it doesnât seem plausible to him. all heâs seemed to do is cause problems for gojo-sensei ever since he ate that gross finger
âespecially you yuujiâ you smiled, ruffling his hair, âyou remind me of him funny enough, even though i used to hate him back in our school daysâ
âreally?â he gawked, he was practically falling over megumiâs bed with anticipation.
âreallyâ you affirmed , âhe was a real piece of work back then, i bet heâs the reason yaga has so many grey hairsâ
âhowâd you fall in love with him then?â yuuji enquires, brown eyes sparkling with immense curiosity âand howâd you meet?â
âare you guys gossiping about me?â satoru gasps, peeking around the doorway, âhow mean of you yuuji, i thought we were friendsâ
âahhh we werenât gossiping per-say, mrs. gojo was about to tell me how you metâ
âcan i tell him?â satoruâs eyes sparkle, âthe way i remember it i walked into the common room and cherry blossoms started falling, classical piano was playing softly in the background and-â
âthat didnât happenâ you said, âheâs finally going senileâ you tried and failed to push satoru out the doorway but he stood his ground.
he stood almost toe to toe with you, a pleased grin blooming on his face as he towered over you. yuujiâs eyeâs flickered between you and your husband, cheeks dusted a rosy pink as he stifled giggles
âit did happen!â satoru insisted, âiâm sure shoko has a recording of it somewhere, now as i was saying.. she took one look at me and fell head over heels in loveâ
âyouâre deludedâ you muttered, âi didnât love you until our second year, get your facts rightâ
âso you did fall head over heels in love with meâ he grinned, âso early too? i knew you couldnât resist my charms â owww!â
satoru feigns as you finally manage to shove him out the door after hitting his shoulder. by now, yuuji is a spluttering mess on the soft tatami mats lining megumiâs floor
âiâll tell you what really happened one of these daysâ you said over your shoulder, âyou can shower and settle in, take as long as you need, weâll wait for you to come downstairs before we start eatingâ
your smile falls the moment the door clicks shut behind you. satoru feels his heart shattering. heâs so sure heâs going to die because his wife is mad at him. the universe might as well combust into nothing but ashes
âbaby-â satoru starts, catching your wrist in his palm. he grips the bone loosely, careful not to hurt you ââm sorry, you know that, but megumi canât knowâ
you trudge down the stairs in silence, opting only to speak when youâre seated beside satoru in the living room. your cat natsu watches you wearily from her cat post, slanted eyes shooting satoru a well meaning glare.
âyou canât ask me to keep this from himâ you said, shaking your head, eyes looking everywhere but your husbandâs piercing blue gaze. âyouâre taking things too far nowâ
âi knowâ his voice is a mere whisper, the words barely speak themself into existence, âiâm being selfish again, but youâve gotta understand (y/n)â
âi canâtâ you splutter, you feel tears treading your waterline âput yourself in his shoes, câmon satoru weâve seen him at his worst, why would we do something that could hurt him?â
âiâm not doing this to hurt megumi, iâm doing this to protect yuujiâ
âjust think about it pleaseâ you frowned, âif instead of executing suguru they kept him alive and let us think he was dead, youâd never forgive themâ
he doesnât miss the way your voice catches over the three syllables. he doesnât miss the way your fingers tremble against his forearm. he hates this â arguing with you, he could think of infinite things heâd rather do than this.
âthatâs differentâ his voice is wavering now, âsuguru made his choice, yuuji didnât ask for any of thisâ he winces as the words fall from his lips. to think heâd stooped to speaking ill of the dead. he doesnât believe that, not really.
âyou still wouldnât forgive themâ you prompted, âand i donât want âgumi to go through any more, tsumiki being in a coma is hard enough as it isâ
âi know baby, i knowâ satoru says softly, he cups your trembling face in his hands and places the sweetest of kisses on the tears that threaten to stream down your cheeks, âtrust me on this okay? heâll be fine i promiseâ
âokayâ you nod, letting your husband, your one and only, wipe away the tears spilling over your lashes.
satoru could really kill the higher ups for putting him in this position. one where he nearly sacrificed his wifeâs happiness for something as insignificant as jujutsu sorcery. with his lips still pressed to the corners of yours, he makes a silent vow with himself
it would be you before everything. it was you before everything
âyouâre so beautifulâ he whispers, his thumb grazing your bottom lip âyou. are. everything. to. meâ he punctuates each word with a kiss. his lips committing every inch of you to memory
they ghost over your cheek, your quivering lip, your shoulder, your wrist, and finally the silver wedding band encasing your ring finger. and they linger on the cool silver for what seems to be eternity before satoru speaks up again
âdance with me?â he prompts, although heâs not really asking. heâs already whisking you onto your feet and starting up the record player. the vinyl spins on its axis, as constant as his infinite love for you.
âwhat?â you sniffed slightly, âlike we did in our first year?â
âlike we did in our first yearâ
satoruâs hands were on your hip, drawing you closer, he felt your chest brush against his for a second as he leaned into you. you swayed gently side to side, keeping in time with the intricate melodies streaming from the gramophone
his six eyes tell him his student is watching, listening. curious doe eyes peeking from the stairwell. he doesnât mind. satoru had never been one to hide his affection. you were his. and he was infinitely yours.
âcan i tell you a secret?â satoru murmurs, as he twirls you back into his arms. he wishes he could stay like this forever. with you. heâd selfishly sacrifice the universe to keep having moments like this. he would kill for you. heâs positive he would. heâd do it without hesitation.
âi thought we didnât have any of thoseâ you quipped. satoru feels his heart melting. watching the sadness in your eyes fade into utter bliss was like watching the sun come out after a rainy day. maybe even better.
âitâs a good one i promiseâ he grins, you raise a brow sceptically but youâre listening âi was the one who fell head over heels in love with you. way back in our first yearâŠand i didnât even know what love was, i was so confusedâ
âwhen did you know?â you asked, âyou always say you knew the moment you saw me, but you were an asshole thenâ
âit was the first time we snuck out togetherâ he admits, âwhen we went to that night market. you were right, i was jealous of suguru but could you blame me? i wanted you all to myselfâ
âyouâve always been so greedyâ you giggled. satoru doesnât need the six eyes to see that you love him regardless. itâs evident in the tenderness of your tone and the way your (e/c) sparkle when you look at him
âcut me some slack babyâ he groans âiâm trying to be romanticâ
âyou donât need to try, i heard through the grapevine i canât resist your charmsâ you hummed
satoru cracks a smile at the inside joke, a slow symphony of contentment.he kisses you again and itâs sweet and full of blind adoration. loving you is his religion. the only thing heâs wholly committed to. your hands looped around his neck, carefully avoiding the ever-so-sensitive scar that ran beneath his chin
your hands founds repose in the soft strands of his hair, carefully threading through the ivory curls. satoru could feel himself melting into you, he clung to you as if he was scared to let go and his calloused hands clutched at the warmth that radiated from your skin. he was so impossibly close you could feel his eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks.
yuuji peered at the scene with stars in his eyes. he knew he should look away. that this moment was sacred, strictly for the two of you. but heâd never seen gojo like this before â completely vulnerable, completely himself in the confines of your embrace.
here he wasnât the strongest, the richest, the one-man clan, the one whose mere existence shifted the balance of the world. here, he wasn't satoru gojo, he wasn't gojo-sensei, he was just 'toru.
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A Dream Come True
POV: Your favorite characterâs banner, Wanderer, is about to come out in a few minutes, and, to contain your excitement for his launch, you decided to begin praying for him to âcome homeâ. Youâve been now doing that for the past 5 minutes now while waiting for his splash art to appear in the gameâs banners, but you suddenly hear knocks on your door, and the person behind it was a weird âcosplayerâ.
â ïž WARNINGS:
â This is a NSFW piece
â Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns
â Contains: Degradation, praising, usage of toys, edging, overstimulation, slight bruising, power-play and oral/anal sex.
âScara, please come home⊠Scara, please come homeâŠâ You recited that phrase over and over nonstop, each time making your volume become slightly louder than before due to your comfort in the room.
Your fingers were twirling around each other, your hands fisting against each other tighter and tighter, your forehead resting at the tip of your risen thumbs and your eyes using all their strength to keep themselves closed shut and not let your excitement take over youâŠ
Uuuuuuuggghhhhhh!!!
How much longer do you have to wait for?! Canât he just launch in the game already?! Why does Hoyoverse have to be so perfectionist about when they launch things in the game?! Youâve been procrastinating your duties for the past hour now just for this occasion!
You couldnât help but open your eyes due to your overwhelming impatience and they immediately aimed at your screen in search of the current bannerâs timer.
2 minutes left
Oh!
Ok! It isnât that bad! Your praying has really helped time run faster, didnât it?!
You smiled in joy, quickly switching the way you were sat in your gaming chair to one where you were kneeling at it, making your prayers more determined and realistic.
Scara, please come homeâŠ
Scara, please come home.
Scara, please come home!
Scara, please come home!
Scara, please come home!
Scara, please come home!
SCARA, PLEASE COME-
Knock knock
Your whole body shivered in shock when you heard such triggering and recognizable noise, making you immediately wake up from your little fantasy.
For Godâs sake! Who the heck could it be?! Canât you enjoy a moment of excitement and joy by yourself for a single minute?!
You forced yourself to participate in reality instead of isolating yourself because of a screen, and got up from your chair to walk up to your dormâs door, sighing in agony of killing a bit of your mood off.
It would really piss you off if the person behind it was simply someone making propaganda of some stupid, small project, instead of your roommate.
You gently grabbed and pushed the doorâs handle down, opening it normally just like any other time.
âGod, you really were determined to call my attention, werenât you?! Iâve never heard any of my fans think this loud about me my entire life! Congratulations, woman, you have summoned me!â The man that was standing immediately begun scolding you as soon as your eyes were making contact, waving and gesturing his hands around to make his irony more obvious, ending his speech with them at his hips.
But you didnât want, and couldnât, say anything back in response, because you were too dumbfounded by the manâs appearance.
Why was the person knocking on your door⊠cosplaying⊠and acting like Wanderer?
âHello? Woman on Earth? Cat got your tongue?â He leaned his body down to reach your eye level and brought a hand close to it, just to wave it side-by-side and snap his fingers repeatedly in an annoying manner.
âWho the fuck are you?â You had finally managed to process the information that was given to you, which caused âWandererâ to immediately sigh in boredom.
âOh, please, donât tell me youâre the kind of fan who pretends to be all innocent and unaware of what Genshin Impact even is in the first place...â He rose his body up again and crossed his arms while scolding your attitude.
âWhat are you talking about..? Iâm notâ!â You scoffed at what he said about you, but as soon as you remembered again that you were talking to some random, crazy cosplayer of your college, that probably had to stalk you to find out you played Genshin Impact, and that you had a duty to do, you stopped trying to defend yourself, and changed topics. âYou know what? Just get out of my dorm, please.â You told the man while using a hand to push the door back to its place frenetically, trying to make him unable to react due to the lack of time.
"Wow, wow, wow, young lady!â You felt the door stiffen at one specific spot before it was fully closed, leaving a small gap between the interior and exterior of your apartment.
Your eyes widened in shock with the manâs audacity and strength, and immediately looked down to see what had happened with your door. âWandererâ had stomped his foot forward before you could shut the door, serving as an obstacle for the door to not be smacked in his face.
âIs this how you treat your favorite character after he makes the effort of coming all the way from another universe just to check on you?â You could see his eye showing up between that gap, trying to keep making eye contact with you.
âAre you insane?!â You screamed at him, trying to push the door shut with your both palms now, but it didnât seem to affect him minimally.
You heard him sigh loudly in boredom again, and this time he sneaked his hand through the gap. Instead of doing something physical or harmful to your or your door, it actually did something that made your jaw drop.
An orb.
And not just any orb.
It was an orb that perfectly resembled how Wanderer used his Anemo powers in Genshin. It was a vertex with a black center and Anemo-colored, wind-like, effects around it. Something that also called your attention were the shiny flying wristbands around his wrists, spinning according to how intensely he used his powers.
It was jaw-dropping enough for you to accidentally drop your grip from the door, which finally made the man successful in opening it. Unlike what you would expected from a maniacal cosplayer or the actual Wanderer from Genshin Impact, he simply walked in and closed the door gently, crossing his arms later while staring at your dumbfounded face.
âWas that enough proof? Or do you need me to open a portal, bring to you Tevyat and talk to Nahida to believe that Iâm the one and only Wanderer from Genshin Impact?â He asked while walking around your room like he owned it.
âIâŠâ You couldnât even mumble an answer to everything you had just witnessed.
This had to be some sort of dark joke being done with you, isnât it?!
âCat got your tongue again?!â He turned around just scold you again while directly staring at you, but he frowned his eyebrows right after and put a hand on his chin to think. âPerhaps I wronged the addressâŠâ He mumbled quietly, his head frenetically looking at many corners of your room in search of something.
When he saw your computer, whose screen had turned black due to the lack of movement in the mouse, he rushed to it and sat on your chair, his back leaning in a very unhealthy angle. He quickly shook the mouse to turn it on again, meeting his own face stamped at the screen.
âThis computer is yours, isnât it?â Despite your lack of answer to his question, he simply took your silence as an âyesâ. âOk, youâve saved more than 200 wishes⊠which Iâm guessing is for meâŠâ He mumbled to himself, showing a little bit of his ego, while pressing âEscâ with a finger twice.
His eyes widened a little bit when he met the gameâs menu and he immediately leaned his body up again with a big, proud smirk in his face.
âAha! So you are a fan of mine, and a proud one!â He put his hands in the sides of your computer and spun it until the computerâs screen was visible to your eyes.
(Yes thatâs my UID. Yes I had to change my name and bio to that for the sake of this fanfic.)
Your cheeks flushed.
How come youâve never realized how embarrassing this description was?!
âH-Hey! That was a joke I did with my friends!â You ran towards him, trying to stop him from looking at anything else at your gameâs account.
âA joke?! Alright then, bet.â He put a hand in front of your chest to hold your body in place, also grabbing on a wrist to make you watch him messing around with your computer.
With his other hand on your keyboard, he pressed Alt+Tab with his thumb and index, immediately landing at Google. You were thankfully not doing anything weird at the moment, after all, all he met on the screen was homework, but that didnât seem to be what he was looking for.
âYou named your AO3 tab âCalculatorâ?! Really?! Thatâs pathetic!â He pointed directly at the AO3 tab in your favorited pages until the tip of his finger was putting pressure on it, causing you to flush. âWhat else do we have here..? AO3, Wattpad, Tumblr⊠oh? I donât recognize this one.â He clicked at the very last tab, which made you gasp in embarrassment.
âW-Wait, no! Donât click on thaâ!â
AzeruOfficial
The name immediately popped in big, orange letters as soon as his finger pressed on the left side of your mouse, causing him to explode in laugher.
âAzeru?! You listen to this guyâs ASMRs?! Oh, please, why did I even doubt this was the wrong address? The Nahida profile picture was enough to tell that you were a fan of mine. Do you think thatâd bring you luck?â He finally rose from your chair and walked close to you while sitting for an answer.
But once again, you couldnât answer. It would be really embarrassing to admit to your favorite fictional character that you were doing multiple mini rituals to attack more luck in your pulls.
âYou know what, Y/N woman? Iâll tell you a secret⊠we, playable characters of gacha games actually have the powers to choose who wins and who loses 50/50. Nahida chose who won her 50/50s, Cyno chose who won his 50/50s⊠and Iâm about to do the same now with all the desperate people that want me in their accounts, including you! But the thing is⊠you know how I am, donât you? Iâm gonna judge every little detail about the people who are wishing for me. That means youâre up to judged too! But⊠Iâm gonna give you a personal chance to win my 50/50s⊠with a deal.â He rose his hands until they landed on your shoulders, massaging them slowly and got closer to your ear with a big smirk on his lips. âIâm gonna get rid of your sexual frustrations, and youâll get rid of mine.â He initiated, immediately making your eyes widen again.
âWHATâ?!â You tried protesting, but he immediately moved a down to smack your mouth shut.
âWeâre gonna have sex, and every orgasm either one of us have, weâll do a ten-pull! Thatâll happen until you finally get the luck of pulling a five-star, which will be around 7 or 8 rounds. There, Iâll be finally judging whether you should win me or not based on how well you satisfy me. If you fail to win the 50/50, then Iâll guess youâll be owing me another 9 rounds with a total of 18 roundsâŠâ His cheeks grew pink while he explained his idea, his smirk becoming more sadistic and horny within every second.
You pushed his hand away from your mouth while shaking your head side-to-side too in denial and still keeping your fingers around his worst to make sure he wasnât going to make anything else to you or your home.
âNo! You canât just barge in my apartment, invade my privacy, and then ask me to have se with you?! I donât care if you are the real Wanderer or not, this is too much for me!â You screamed at him, but it wasnât enough for his confidence to die.
âOh, Y/N, Y/NâŠâ One of his hands moved to your face to hold and caress your cheek. âItâs obvious that you daydream about having sex with me, youâre no innocent woman. Nobody uses AO3 to read SFW shit or listens to Azeru for his SFW audios...â He shook his hand away from your grip and put it on his chest.
You watched his fingers teasingly rub his chest, making your fingers beg for them to be there, until they were at his shoulders, where he slowly pushed his white kimono away from his shoulder, revealing the black-transparent suit he wore under it in a way that made your stomach ache with butterflies.
âIâm the dick you want to proudly ride in that profile description, Y/N.â His forehead slowly leaned closer to yours until they were touching, causing your noses to touch each other next too, and finally⊠your lips were sealed together.
10 wishes:
Wanderer decided to begin his little game by making you do exactly what your description said: riding him. So, now he was sat lazily at your chair, legs spread, but still with most of his clothes on, while you were hopping up and down on his dick, naked, like you were addicted to it.
âSuch a cute little fan⊠using all your strength to accomplish your sexual need of fucking your favorite fictional characterâŠâ Wanderer praised you while giggling in appreciation, deciding to move a hand to pinch your nipple playfully, causing you to scream in the spot.
âAAaaaaAHhh~! Fuck, Scara~!â You arched your back and scratched your nails on his shoulders to contain the pleasure he gave you with his touch.
He giggled again, and moved his other hand to your thigh, squeezing it while trying to also use it to pull you closer to him.
âWhy are you arching away from me? Youâre supposed to be be enjoying me! Come onâŠâ His husky, dominant voice made you immediately push yourself at his direction until your head landed right between his neck and shoulders.
God, almighty.
Now you wouldnât leave that position even if a teacher banged on your door with your testâs grades on their hands. Such an intimate position was making your pussy gush around his cock.
Your entire body was swirled with his, which meant that every part of your body touching a part of his body. Your legs spread apart, attempting to hug his waist, your arms moving to his back to feel and scratch his every cell, your mouth drooling on his skinâŠ
You were like some true parasite.
âOh, God! Oh, God!â The ecstasy of sex was numbing your mind into exactly what Wanderer wanted, a cock-hungry slut.
âGood girl⊠youâre doing really wellâŠâ His hand in your thigh rolled down until he was making contact with your ass, proceeding to tap one of the buttocks repeatedly. âYouâre really fucking soaked, arenât you? God, Iâve never heard a pussy doing such mushy noisesâŠâ He took advantage of how your head was positioned under him to whisper directly in your ear, making you shiver due to his teasing tone.
âItâs too much! Too much!â You whimpered pathetically, but Wanderer simply ignored and denied you and kept his hands where they were, refusing to help you in the slightest.
âIs my cock making you feel this good, hum?â He threw his head back in the chair, enjoying his peace in that position.
âAh, yes! I canât even⊠believe Iâm actually fucking with you..!â Your arms moved upwards to hug his neck in pure need of more words coming out of his mouth.
âWorthless little whore⊠unwilling to fuck anyone in this enormous school to keep your pussy for a drawing you only see in your screen⊠I like the dedication, tho, donât get me wrong~.â He unexpectedly slapped your buttock as an aggressive way to praise and degrade you.
Your walls clenched around him when he did that, causing a deep groan to echo in his throat.
âOh-ho? Looks like Iâm dealing with a masochist! I wonder how else youâre gonna impress meâŠâ He teased you in the ear again.
âI think Iâm gonnaâŠâ You couldnât even finish a sentence due to the overstimulation, rubbing your face against his shoulder in worship for the man you were giving yourself to.
âYouâre gonna cum? Own⊠what a cute little kitten⊠I wish I could help you with thatâŠâ He kept his body unmoved in pure laziness of helping you reach an orgasm, leaving you to do all the effort on your own.
You unfortunately needed to push yourself away from him to hop faster and preciser at his cock. Wandererâs eyes glowed in joy miring at how your sexes were intertwined with each other like they were made for each other, specifically smirking at how his cock was glistened with your arousal.
Your hands instinctively rolled down until your fingers were threaded with his. Just like all the AO3 fanfictions described him to be, his whole body felt soft like pillows, but cold as ice, so his fingers were causing you to feel even more stimulated. You gripped them like youâd die if you ever let go, while he stared up and down at your bouncing body with a perverted smirk that only seemed to grow more and more. You couldnât believe you were actually riding the cock of favorite fictional character. All you intended to do tonight was simply pulling for him and his weapon, but not plans have changed⊠for good.
And finally, the aching bulge growing in your womb had finally reached a peak of anticipation and blew all the way down to Wandererâs cock, which you left perfectly placed at your g-spot, bullying it while your orgasm came down like an angry river. Your whole body trembled and shivered with the orgasm, saliva pooling your mouth.
âMy, myâŠâ Wanderer finally decided to move his body, and hooked his sandals in the floor to pull and roll the chair closer to the table where your computer was lying at. âLetâs see if that orgasm is worth an early pity to HoyoverseâŠâ He moved a hand to pat your head while the other moved to your mouse. âLook at it.â He fisted your hair right and angled it until at least one of your eyes could mire the screen.
The clicker was already resting at the âTen Pullâ option, and he gave himself some seconds before clicking it.
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You sighed in broken expectation.
âWell⊠seems like we have some more rounds to go for, donât we? Hey, at least you got a Faruzan! Perhaps sheâs liking to see your determination in pleasing me⊠the man she was made for.â
20 Pulls:
You never thought youâd find yourself screaming so loud and shameless because of the precision of a manâs thrusts, especially because you knew there would be complaints about it tomorrow.
Shy, quiet, little Y/N being slammed against her own walls by an unreal man. Could it be any more pathetic?
âYou seem to be really enjoying this, arenât you? You even lost sense of your surroundings! Youâre between hundreds of dorms, where everyone is quiet and asleep at this time, yet, you still keep screaming like a dog in heat because of the most basic pounding I could ever do to you.â Wanderer pulled your hair from behind using a hand, forcing you to arch your body even more than it already was, while the other one was being used to lock your wrists behind your back together.
Your hands were scratching the concrete walls you were being pushed against so deeply that you could swear you could break it at any moment.
âOr is that⊠you want people to know youâre being pounded like a whore in here..?â He giggled at that possibility sadistically, enjoying how fucked-out your face already was.
He suddenly pushed your head against the wall again.
âLet me test it, if you mayâŠâ His thrusts became faster, bullying your g-spot in a way that made your eyes roll up until you could see starts.
âTell me, Y/N, are you enjoying being pounded like a fuck-toy by your favorite character, hum?â He leaned down so he could bite your ear while whispering inside it at such a teasing tone.
He grunted right after making it due to your pussy clenching around his cock once again.
âAahhhh!! Yes! Yes, I am!â You confessed it shamelessly. It really didnât matter if anyone could hear you screaming. You were usually a victim of these love-making noises, so, now it was your time to make those horny neighbors animals feel your pain.
âFucking proud slut⊠Do you think your parents would like to know their daughter is fucking with a pixel?â He continued his degradation. âThat their daughter is being used as a cock-sleeve for me while you wonât even get the opportunity to cum?â That line made your eyes widen in shock and slight fear, which made his smile grow in arousal.
âI⊠wonât..?â You could barely finish your sentence, but it wasnât necessary for Wanderer, he could understand it all.
âDuh! Iâm the one in control of everything in here! Youâll just accept everything that I give you, and I know youâll enjoy every single second of it because itâs me whoâs doing it! The 6th Fatui Harbinger⊠a puppet created by the almighty Electro Archon⊠a man who barely has any empathy in his heartâŠâ He pushed the side of your head harder against the wall. âNow, hold your hat, missy! Iâm about to cum and I donât want you to waste a single drop of me, ok?â He talked to you in a sweet, ironic voice, trying to comfort you for the moment that was about to come, when the truth was that he was desperate to see you suffering.
But, finally, he stopped talking and degrading you to focus entirely on his cock bullying your cervix, ravishing your inside like a mush entirely for his pleasure.
Finally, Wanderer punched his cock shut against your cervix, beginning to blow all of his cum inside your womb. He didnât dare let any of your body to move so youâd take every drop of him in. You screamed due to the slight burn in your womb that his orgasm caused that only fueled Wandererâs pleasure while spasming.
âGood fucking girlâŠâ He grunted with a deep voice while his dick still spilled thick ropes of cum inside you.
Finally, when it was over, he let your wrists and head go. You rested both parts against the wall, seeing how your wrists were now marked in red because of his gri on them.
He pulled out of you after a few seconds enjoying your warmth surrounding him so passionately. He couldnât believe he was finding himself so addicted to the feeling of your puffy pussy, so a few butterflies kicked his stomach feeling how your flesh was swollen in arousal, and how its tone had turned into a light pink due to all the movement that has been happening to it.
âCome here, princessâŠâ You felt his hands pull you backwards, quickly turning you over and lifting you up in the air, holding you princess-style while walking around the room.
He walked towards your computer again, your eyes meeting the wishing screen again.
âGo aheadâŠâ He whispered in your ear, influencing one of your resting arms to immediately act in obedience.
Your trembling hand rested on top of the mouse, which was still landed on the 10-Pull button, and you clicked the left side of it.
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Wanderer giggled at the purple meteor shining at the screen, and even more when you managed to reach the top of the screen and click âSkipâ, only to find out there wasnât even a Faruzan.
âIâm very sorry for thatâŠâ
30 Pulls:
âNow, I wasnât expecting you to accept such an inhumane treatment. When you find a real man to love and care for, are you willing to sell your dignity like this to him?â Wanderer asked while staring at your face like he wasnât jacking off to you in the most embarrassing position you could ever find yourself in.
Wanderer had mysteriously pulled out two cuffs and a vibrator from nowhere. The cuffs were being used to lock your legs upside down, against your bedâs corner pillars, while he forced your hands to work on your nipples, pinching and squeezing them. While the vibrator was being used to fuck your pussy nonstop, with the extra tease of the vibrations. You didnât even know your legs could be pulled away from their original position this much, but now, your pussy was entirely exposed to Wanderer with no obstacles, and with no chance of possibly containing that tortuous pleasure that was numbing your mind again.
âI⊠I..!â You couldnât answer such an humiliating question.
âOf course you are. Itâs written all over your pathetic face.â He suddenly leaned down closer to your face, simply to slap across your pussy hard, causing your legs to shiver, but the way the cuffs prohibited them from reacting too much, making loud metal noises, amused his eyes and ears. âHaha⊠you really enjoy this sort of treatment, donât you? I might just take even more advantage of it as wellâŠâ You felt his fingers trace all the way down from your bellybutton to your clit, where he meanly pinched it using two fingers.
âNghAaaAHHHh?! Fuck, Wanderer, pleeeeasee!â You whimpered and screamed while a few forming tears glistened your exhausted eyes, and your hips and legs tried to contain the amount of overwhelming pleasure again.
Wanderer smiled like a maniac at the scene.
âWhat a lovely sceneâŠâ He looked down at your pussy, admiring the view of the vibrator thrusting you tortuously at a slow, medium force. âYou know what? No need to torture your poor nipples anymore. Use your hands on my dick and worship me, you whore.â He grabbed your right wrist with his other hand and placed your hand right at his tip.
âI donât know how to⊠do thisâŠâ You whimpered, begging for some mercy, but he simply sighed in boredom in response.
âHow many times have you ever even slept with a man, huh? You never did a handjob your entire life?â He scoffed at you. But thankfully, he moved the same hand that was on your clit and placed it perfectly on top of it, and shaped it in a way that perfectly made your fingers hold his cock.
He started to stroke both your hands up and down, trying to guide you into the basic steps of it.
âThis is mostly how to stroke a dick, now use your pretty mouth and praise me, bitch.â He guided you with a softer voice, a little merciful at your situation.
You sighed in relief when you felt clit relaxing from all the pain and overstimulation, which immediately called his attention.
âOh, you think Iâm being merciful?â He giggled at you, impeding you from even starting to think about a praise for him, and used his free hand to grab the vibratorâs controller again.
âForce: Maximum⊠Speed: Medium.â He repeated the adjusts he did to the vibrator according to how his thumb pushed the sliders of it.
Your head rolled backwards in agony of the vibrations being rougher inside you, reaching even deeper parts of your body at a faster pace. More tears rolled down at your face, and your grip tightened around his length instinctively.
âHummmm⊠thatâs itâŠâ He licked his lips in satisfaction of what he was doing to you while running his other hand in your head playfully. âKeep jacking me off just like that until I cum again.â He took his hand away from yours, now leaving you without any sort of guidance.
But you kept going for it. Although your body was barely keeping up with the vibratorâs effects on you, your mind insisted on reaching both your and his orgasm like it was your only mission in your life, after all, it was your favorite character who you were fucking with.
âFaster, slut. Iâm close.â He managed to step a little closer to you so you could stroke him faster, although his knees and legs were already being limited by your bed.
You swallowed all that pooled saliva in your mouth down, trying to stabilize yourself better and focus on achieving both your orgasms. Your clit was also slightly throbbing, slowly growing the amount and intensity of your soon-to-come orgasm.
Wandererâs cock was slowly leaking pre-cum out of his tip, lubricating your fingers with the help of your own liquids that remained glistened around him. It facilitated your handjob, and it felt even better to Wanderer. To make his orgasm faster, you suddenly had the idea of letting most of your fingers go, only leaving your thumb and your index to do the stroking. You also made sure the size of the circle you did barely fit his length, making the experience slightly painful to him for squeezing him hard, but also suffocating his orgasm to come out as soon as possible. Itâs like your fingers were tying to purposefully pump cum out of him.
âYou freakingâŠâ Wandererâs degradations were fortunately being overshadowed by his own pleasure. âIt looks like youâll die without thisâŠâ He giggled at your pathetic face. âDonât worry⊠itâs about to come. Are you cumming too?â His voice changed to a softer one again.
âYes, yes! I am, I am!â You screamed in anticipation, enjoying the sensation of vibrator farming an orgasm from you just more and more, quicker than any dick youâve ever taken.
âOwn⊠thatâs too bad.â He suddenly moved a hand down to the vibrator and ripped it away from your hole in a single move.
You screamed in agony feeling your womb ache in pain from the torture of being unfulfilled, trying to reach anything to cum. You desperately tried to reach a hand to your clit, but Wanderer immediately reacted and held it in place with a hand before you could reach it.
âNuh-uhâŠâ That was the last thing you heard from him before a sudden load of cum started spasming all over your face and chest while Wanderer giggled and moaned in appreciation and fulfilled pleasure.
Even if you were mad for not being allowed to cum, your hand couldnât help but keep doing its job, even when he was already cumming, or if he had denied you so meanly.
âYou look beautiful with cum thrown all around your face like a porn starâŠâ He fisted his length and aimed it better on your face, just to make sure no drop would be thrown in the sheets or pillow. âPathetic.â His eyebrows frowned, trying to focus his eyes entirely on you. âAre you enjoying having your favorite character cumming around you like some worthless cock-sleeve, hum?â He slapped your hands away from his length and proceeded to guard his dick back to his pants again and begun walking away from you, no matter how needy you were.
Your eyes followed his figure, meeting him leaning down at your table and messing with your computer again.
âI guess I doâŠâ You answered him question.
âPft⊠you werenât actually supposed to answer it, but Iâm glad you love me this much. Letâs see if Hoyoverse recognizes your love for me, tho!â He moved to a farther corner, allowing your eyes to mire the screen better as he clicked in the same 10-Pull button.
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âTsk, tsk, tskâŠâ Wanderer crossed his arms and clicked the âSkipâ button at the top-corner of your screen before the wishing animation was even done. âHey, at least Faruzan is watching us! She says youâre deserving of me.â He suddenly turned to you to make that comment.
âFaruzan is⊠what..?â Your eyes widened a little.
âShe can watch us! Gorou and Yanfei can watch us too, actually. Want to say âhiâ to her?â He begun walking closer to you again.
âN-No..?!â You immediately nodded your head side-to-side, trying to somehow turn your body away from him, if their perspective came from his eyes.
âOk, ok! ChillâŠâ
40 Pulls:
âI think I should begin doing to every fan I visit, you know? God, my dick is fucking pulsating because of this shit.â Wanderer said between many deep grunts, arching his head all the way up to the roof while he rolled his feet in the floor.
He was now making you suck his cock while he peacefully sat on your chair, and you were knelt down, still with all that cum spat around your face and the vibrator shoved down at your pussy but in a lower setting. He also made sure to cuff your wrists together behind your back to make sure you had no control over your own pleasure, and just focused on him, no matter how bad the torture was affecting you.
âSucking me so well⊠Youâre a natural one, arenât you? Youâre just a little smarter for not selling yourself as the whore that you are. But honestly, what could be better than a slutty nerd for a straight man?â Wanderer patted your head with delight, but at the same time still pushing and pulling it up and down on his cock, making you do your job exactly how he likes it.
You were struggling to not choke or gag on his cock, but it was hard, especially when he was looking forward to push all of himself inside you. Luckily, he was being more merciful, for some reason, and you wouldnât say ânoâ to it, especially when you believed he would deny your orgasm again.
âThis is getting a little boring⊠should I torture your poor pussy a little bit more..?â He suddenly used the same hand that patted you to pull your hair back, forcing you to do eye-contact with him. âPoor you⊠canât even say a word to my question⊠I guess Iâll just guess that youâd like to say âyesâ because youâre a horny slut whoâs love to be sucking my cock.â He moved his other hand and grabbed in the controller that was resting in the arm-rest.
When he officially slid the âSpeedâ option to the right, meaning it has increased, you couldnât help but open your jaw even wider to let a scream out in satisfaction, but it led you to gag on him right after.
âGood girl⊠not even daring to pull your mouth away from my cock even if itâs making it harder for you to breathe...â Instead of typically patting your head in praise, he tapped your right cheek with his palm a couple of times, with a strength that made your skin slightly sting, but not enough to make you complain about it. âI might even let you cumâŠâ He angled his head, trying to admire the view of he had of your wet lips wrapping around him, cleaning the stains that were left by you previously, while also trying to act like he was feeling bad for your situation.
Deep down, Wanderer didnât really care. As long as he got to fill your mouth with his cum and to watch you quiver because of it, he would edge you and fuck you however he liked.
âPrepared, my little proud fan?â His grip in your hair tightened as he stared deep down at your exhausted eyes.
You nodded and tried to relax your jaw for him to fuck your mouth as he desired. It was hurting, anyway, so it felt good to have a reason to do it without being degraded for it.
Wanderer stood up when he felt your teeth piercing his cock with less strength, knowing that would be the perfect position and occasion for him to fuck your throat.
He started thrusting you, and his hips immediately begun crashing against yours erratically, causing a few drops of saliva to gush from your mouth due to how overworked you were. You still could muffle a few moans from the stimulus in your clit and accept his dominance, which Wanderer deeply appreciated, while he allowed his head to angle in direction of the roof, and his own grunts and moans fill the room shamelessly.
âDonât fucking swallow everything immediately, you hear me?â He took out some of his frustration on you, and you nodded to his order immediately.
With no sort of warning, Wanderer suddenly pushed and locked his entire length shoved down your throat, reaching the deepest he could, which caused you immediately gag. It was even harder now that he was also spilling thick ropes of cum around that overwhelmed your mouth so much, but you couldnât get rid of them, or else your pussy was going to be a victim of lots of torture.
Wan while he orgasmed, Wanderer pulled and pushed his cock in and out a few times to make sure every corner of your velvety mouth had a little bit of him while he smirked at the roof in ecstasy.
After a final thrust and blow of cum, he pulled out, causing a âpopâ sound to come out from your moth, and a few saliva strings to connect your lips to his cock. He leaned his head down to you again and pulled your head upwards to meet his eyes. Luckily, your jaw had been so abused that it remained dropped even when he pulled out, meaning that he wouldnât need to order you to open it and show the mess he had done in there.
âI hin I onnaââ You tried warning him about your coming orgasm, trying your best to not close your lips together, but Wanderer didnât seem to care, only focusing his eyes in your fucked-out mouth.
âShh, shh, shh.â He kneeled down in front of you and used a hand to hold you by your cheeks, forcing your mouth locked open while he inspected it.
Wanderer couldnât help but giggle at the mess he did on you, 100% satisfied with his own work.
âPathetic fucking slutâŠâ For some reason, Wanderer let go of your jaw for a quick moment just give your left cheek a quick smack with his palm, but before your head could recoil, he hooked your cheeks again back to their place. âDonât you dare cum without my permission, whore. Now, swallow.â You slowly closed your mouth and sucked all the cum and saliva that pooled in the meantime down to your tongue, and you finally pushed it all in, trying to make it as visible as possible to him.
Wanderer licked his lips when he watched that bulge of cum run down your throat.
âGood girl.â He finally rose his knees up again, beginning to walk towards the computer.
Your toes curled while you tried your best to contain your coming orgasm, but your position really wasnât on favor of that. But you insisted on that, anyway.
Wanderer held your mouse and turned back to stare at you while he pulled in his own banner. It was lovely for him to watch you worming in the floor while being edged by both a vibrator and a screen.
âAaaaannndâŠâ He clicked the mouse gently.
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âMy, my⊠today is not really your day, is it?â
âScara, I canât hold it anymore!â You whimpered for his mercy, your head curling down until your forehead was rubbing against the floor.
âTch⊠canât even get a grip of yourself.â He pulled out the controller from his shorts and slid both options of it to the left, setting both the force and speed to zero.
You couldnât help but tear down a little bit, feeling that precious peak of pleasure flow away from your womb, while you could hear Wanderer hum a giggle in his throat in pure sadistic arousal of denying you.
50 Pulls:
Finally, your pussy wasnât being degraded or neglected anymore.
âHoly shit, Scara! Youâre gonna break me!â Your back arched against the bed, your head restless in the pillow, and your hands trying their best to push Wandererâs tongue against your swollen clit.
âWas that supposed to be a bad thing?â His eyes angled up to meet yours, trying to contain a giggle to focus on licking your clit.
Wanderer was the one giving you a blowjob now. His mouth doing wonders in your clit and his middle and index fingers thrusting your swollen pussy in a quick, tortuous pace.
âPlease, slow down!â You whimpered loudly but neither his tongue or fingers obliged to your pleas.
âWhy?â He initiated, but paused to make sure your clitâs stimulation would not die. âI thought you wanted an orgasmâŠâ His tongueâs tip immediately begun circling your clit to every limit it could reach, causing your thighs to tremble and hug his head tighter against their fluffiness while your mouth screamed high-pitch. âFuck, your thighs are so soft⊠How come I havenât messed with them yet?â You saw his other free arm circling your entire thigh, using his fingers to caress and squeeze it as he wished. âFuckâŠâ Wanderer moaned.
Before you could enjoy too much of his soft fingers in your thighs, Wanderer suddenly pulled a move that you werenât expecting to happen. You felt him pull out his middle finger from you but keep his index finger, curling it upward and beginning to rub the tip of finger at your g-spot.
The scream that came out of your throat was feral. You had no idea such level of pleasure was even possible at the first place.
âHere it isâŠâ You heard him groan like a hungry predator when he saw how you reacted to that, and proceeded to keep bullying that spot.
And of course, as soon as he stopped talking, he immediately placed his tongue back to your clit, teasing the most sensitive spots in your body mercilessly, chasing that orgasm like his life depended on it too.
Your hands were threading in the deepest roots of his indigo hair and you were sure youâd have a sore throat the next morning. Loud moans just couldnât stop escaping your pretty lips, all of them reaching Wandererâs ears like music. He was loving every second of that round of sex, especially being squeezed by your thighs.
âOh my God!â You couldnât hold it back when he started sucking your clit again, and your chest rose upwards in a blink, now sitting on the bed.
It gave you more power, and you definitely used the advantage to try grinding your pussy against his head harder.
âIâm close! Iâm so close! Please donât edge me again! Please, please, please!â You tried your best to lock your thighs around him with a strength that he wouldnât manage to get rid off, but Wanderer didnât feel slightly threatened by it.
He was going to make sure you orgasmed a river of cum around him. After all, it would be natural of you to cum hard due to all the edging he had done to you.
âTease your nipples. Itâll help.â He ordered with a more serious tone, truly focusing his mouth and fingers into their objective.
A hand of yours slid upwards and begun touching your breasts exactly how you like it. The other hand obviously remained at the back of his head. Wanderer grunted in pleasure with the newest view he had of you sitting above of him, his bricked dick pushing his pants to get out of them, aching and trembling in need to get inside a hole as soon as possible.
âFuck, fuck, fuck!â You curled your body when the heat from pinching your nipples and squeezing your breasts started fueling the pleasure your clit felt.
It really didnât take seconds until that building climax of yours was finally released by your womb, freeing your pussy from all that previous edging. You threw your body back at the bed, spasming in the sheets, but your hand kept pushing his head against your flesh forcefully, trying to make him take in every single string of cum of that heavy orgasm. Wanderer decided to oblige to you and your personal wish of cumming inside his mouth and moved his mouth down to your hole and pushed his tongue in, while pulling out his finger out of you.
Just like you previously did, Wanderer kept his mouth ready and open to receive every drop of cum that ran down to your tongue. Thankfully, you tasted bitter, which is his favorite kind of flavor, so he really didnât mind the enormous loads of cum that ran down, licking and swallowing them all like a meal. His hands kept caressing your thighs, trying to keep stimulating you and your body to explode all that cum in your womb down his mouth and liberate some storage for the next rounds.
Your whole body melted down as soon as it was over, and Wanderer finally rose his head up again.
âYou have a wonderful taste, dear.â He praised while swallowing the final drops of cum that hadnât gone down to his throat yet.
Wanderer proceeded to get out of the bed, and once again walk to the computer like he hasnât just fucked your brains out.
While whistling a melody, he clicked the â10-Pullâ button another time.
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âStill nothing⊠what pity are you on right now? I forgot to check that before beginning pulling.â He turned his head to you, staring at you aloof.
âI think⊠I think I was at 10 pulls beforeâŠâ You mumbled an answer while you regained some consciousness. Having such a heavy orgasm had really exhausted your brain at the moment.
âThen we have approximately two rounds left if I believe you deserve to win your 50/50.â He begun walking to you again with a smirk already growing in his lips and his hand undoing his pants another time.
60 Pulls:
âSuch a fucking receptive pussy you have..!â He grunted while trying his best to cage his moans in the back of his throat, his voice sounding husky and exhausted.
You left him really hungry when he decided to be nice to you and suck your pussy dry. When he was fingering your g-spot, all that ran in his mind was the imagery of his cock doing that to you instead, so thatâs exactly what he decided to do. Fuck you in a mating press.
Down at your cervix, the tip of cock punched the depths of your pussy nonstop, his words suddenly becoming hungrier and greedier for you. It didnât surprise you that Wanderer had a slight kink in breeding and just rough sex over all.
âYouâre gonna take every drop of me inside again, okay? I bet itâd make you happy to be fucking pregnant with my babies, wouldnât it, you fucking whore?â He endlessly pounded your g-spot, talking and acting like he wasnât panting and sweating like a nasty dog.
Wanderer chuckled miring down at your fucked-out face, panting and drooling with his forceful thrusts, but still doing his best to not slow down.
âSuch a cute little dollâŠâ He praised you, but his tone made it sound more like a degradation. âNahida was right when she let you win her 50/50⊠You were a dedicated fan to this game⊠and to me.â He giggled as he thought of all those little efforts you were doing to âattract luckâ for your wishes on him.
Wandererâs hands, who were busy pressing your legs against the sheet, tightened around them, slightly scratching your skin. It caused you to hiss and look away from him, which he seemed to immediately repel.
âNo, no, dear⊠keep your pretty eyes on me.â You decided to comply to his sweet, serious tone, but his indigo eyes, glistening and shining in arousal, were applying a lot of pressure on you and your performance, causing your cheeks to flush and your eyes to flick away from his a few times. âNow youâre embarrassed, hum? No need to be, dear⊠donât you think Iâve seen it all already? All your intimacy? All the times this pretty pussy of yours clenched around me because of the most inhumane treatment, hum?â Wanderer approached his face to yours, your foreheads and noses rubbing against each other.
You swallowed some saliva down, trying to somehow gather courage to stare at his eyes in agreement with his words. It worked, but if you could turn your face away for the rest of it, you definitely would. You couldnât believe Wanderer was that incited and determined to make you stare at him while having sex. Did he really find you sexy in this state? Pretty? Or hot? You couldnât help but be embarrassed.
It didnât matter. Something else was teasing you and taking your attention away at the moment. Your lips would sometimes touch his by accident every time he smacked his hips down against yours. It was making you go insane. You really wanted to kiss him and learn how does Wanderer from Genshin Impact kiss, but you had no idea if heâd accept it or if this was a good moment for it⊠Even if you couldnât decide whether you did or did not go for it, your lips couldnât help but grind against his every time they touched, and he obviously noticed.
âYou want to kiss me, hum? I can see you trying to reach me every time we touch⊠Unfortunately I only do favors for people if they ask me very kindly, using the magic words⊠or making them beg for itâŠâ He looked at you with shining eyes, already creating big expectations.
âPlease, please, please..! Let me kiss you! At least once! Just once!â You whined while directly staring at his eyes like he desires, which was making him extremely passionate about you, his balls burning and yearning for more of that eager submission of yours.
âGood fucking girlâŠâ His voice was hoarse and husky with how overwhelmingly good you were making him feel.
It was making him obsessed with the idea chasing a double orgasm.
âAre you close?â He asked while intensifying his pace.
âYes⊠please let me cum this time with you!â You begged to him, which made his smirk grow in arousal.
âYou want to cum with me, hum?â He looked forward to make you say even more pathetic things.
âPlease..!â You whimpered while his cock poked your g-spots and wet slap noises from your hips surrounded the room.
âYou know what? Iâm gonna let you do that just because I want to make sure every little sperm of mine swims to your fucking womb.â The way his eyes widened and stared at the deepest corners of yours seemed to aroused your pussy even more. âAre you ready?â
âYes!â You screamed while feeling your womb build just more and more anticipation.
And with a final pump of his cock, the both of your cores started spasming cum another time. You and him were grunting and scratching each other as if you were both going to pass out. Obviously Wanderer tried to maintain his posture to pose as this unbeatable, untouchable man to you, but you knew those thick loads of cum being ejaculated on you were all proof that he was loving every single second of those rounds of animalistic sex. And you simply let yourself tremble and worm under him, knowing it was something lovely to him.
When you two were finally done spilling cum at each other, Wanderer finally looked down at where you two were connected and begun pulling his dick out very slowly. He admired watching his cock making such wet, slimy noises due to its contact with your pussy, even if he was moving the slowest pace ever, revealing itself to be all creamy and lubricated the more he pulled out.
âLetâs see if this is finally itâŠâ Wanderer stroked his cock a few times knelt down in your bed before jumping out of it to excitedly walk to your computer another time.
Click.
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âWhat a shameâŠâ He punctuated every syllable of his sentence, trying to make it as obvious as possible that he was actually happy about the fact that you didnât get any Five-Star pull yet. âAt least you got two Faruzan copies for two orgasmsâŠâ He giggled at the final results of the pull.
70 Pulls:
Wanderer was genuinely more thoughtful and caring in this round, especially because the both of you believed it would be the last one. He decided to service your eyes and finally become entirely naked. It wasnât anything jaw-dropping, but you did like the few Anemo-colored tattoos he had around his body, especially the one behind his neck, symbolizing his true identity.
You two were back to the bed again, but this time he was thrusting you sideways, while you simply laid down and tried to reach your hands in his body and feel his soft skin.
âYou knowâŠâ Since he was fucking you nice and slow this time, you could finally have proper conversations with him. âWhat the heck did you mean with âKabukimono and the Balladeer will cease to exist.â in the trailer? Does that have anything to do with your redesign and your new name? It doesnât look 100% good in my opinion, but what can I do about it..? I wish Hoyo had given you a better designâŠâ Wanderer scoffed at that last sentence.
âAs soon as you play the new mission, youâll find it why, and youâll regret those words a lot. Do you even have any idea of why I became a Harbinger in the first place? â He whispered right at your ear while one of his hands squeezed a breast of yours gently.
His mouth was softly biting your neck, trying to get a taste of your skin with it and his hands too. His whole body was trying its best to wrap and feel yours, showing a romantic side youâd never expect from him.
You wondered if he ever made his way under another characterâs pants⊠or other fansâŠ
You hated that possibility. You were enjoying this intimate moment with him and daydreaming with the possibility of him being yours and yours only.
âNo idea, ScaraâŠâ You tried rolling your body in his direction, trying to be closer to him.
âI wonât give you any spoilersâŠâ Wanderer didnât do anything about your need for his affection and closure, tho.
Perhaps it was still fun for him to deny you even in moments where kinks werenât involved.
âYou feel so goodâŠâ You decided to praise him, a hand of yours raising to caress his head while he sucked your neck like a vampire.
âYou feel great too.â He pressed many smooches at your cheek and neck while you two shared compliments. âIt even has me praying for you to not get a five star in the next pulls⊠Perhaps I can also make you lose 50/50 purposefully just to keep my dick in this pussy of yours for a little longer.â His voice has husky, moaning and grunting at how your gushy pussy was making a mess of him down there.
Wanderer gave a few glances down at your connected crotches, admiring your curves in the way, but wanting to admire the lovemaking scenario down there. Your gummy walls letting him slide in and out so easily, gushing some liquids all the way down to his balls due to the overstimulation, your sweaty skin rubbing against his... And now his hands were 100% addicted to your thighs. Even if he needed to occupy a hand to hold one of your legs up, he took the opportunity to play with them too, brushing the tips of all his fingers up and down your skin.
It was so stimulating to have him teasing so many parts of your body at the same time, you couldnât help but begin whimpering again, desiring for more.
âFaster! Please!â Your desperate immediately made Wanderer react to it.
It felt like his dick naturally started going faster just for the sake of hearing you whine his name and desperate orders while his balls became heavier in weight.
âYouâre gonna cum already, hum?â Wanderer chuckled in your ear, gently biting its lobe afterwards jokingly.
âY-Yes! I can feel it coming soon!â Your hand desperately tried to reach his hips, trying to somehow make them go faster.
âMe too, dear⊠So, make sure to cum it all around me, ok? The same way Iâll be cumming it all around you too.â Wanderer suddenly jumped from his spot and pushed your shoulder until your back was turned to him, thrusting you from behind now while your face drowned in the pillow.
You weakly nodded, your hands gripping on the sheets for dear life as Wandererâs pace increased erratically. You obviously took the opportunity to increase the volume of your pretty moans.
Seeing your body so arched for him was a view heâd love to watch for hours, especially since it helped his thrusts becoming more precise against your sensitive spots. He spent this whole finale staring at the wet mess you were making of his cock once again, enjoying it as if you were praising him with your voice.
No matter how repetitive they were, once again, your orgasm was breathtaking. Although you enjoyed the idea of being degraded by a man you adore so much, being loved and praised by him felt even better. It explained why it really didnât take long for you to cum again. Meanwhile you trembled and screamed against the pillow, Wanderer kept thrusting you in that same tortuous pace since he hadnât reached his own climax yet. At least he deeply enjoyed watching you taking all of him inside even if you were busy being so overwhelmed by your own body wasting all that peaked pleasure. He could now see a few ropes of your cum splashed around his length, truly making your already gummy walls a true mush for him to abuse.
âGood girl⊠Iâm closeâŠâ He warned you with a husky groan, and you couldnât help but try spreading your legs and arching your back even further for him, in arousal of hearing his noises and feeling his cock punching your insides accompanied by wet, splashy noises coming his hips crashing yours.
In a few seconds, Wanderer finally started orgasming too. While squeezing your fluffy buttocks, his tip trembled and ached while pumping his pleasure out of itself. Your body took him all in like it has already been accustomed with it. It didnât really hurt, and it felt to feel him claiming the deepest parts of your insides all to himself.
Wanderer giggled.
âDid you enjoy this? Taking my semen inside your pretty cunt?â Wanderer leaned down to whisper in your ear.
âI⊠I did.â At this point, you were too cock-drunk to care if anyone would hear your pathetic self-degradation, your stupid screams or if your roommate would arrive home with such a pornographic scene happening.
You were happy that you had so many rounds of sex with your favorite character of your entire life.
âGood! You know your place!â The irony in his tone while his hand roamed around your body made you giggle.
You felt his hands stop at your shoulders, pulling you up from behind. After a few other tricks, he had on his arms, carrying you around princess-style once again.
âGo on. You do it.â He said as he walked close enough to your computerâs screen and sat himself on your chair, still with you on top of his naked lap. âIâm tired. Even if you donât get a Five Star right now, I have no gas anymore anywayâŠâ He arched his head against your chairâs pillow while waiting for you to finally reach âpityâ.
Your shaking fingers reached your mouse.
You accidentally shook it away from the button you couldnât wait to click, making you shake you head and focus, trying to act less lazily, desperately desiring to see what would be the results of all your efforts.
Click.
Your eyes widened.
âOh-ho?â Wandererâs attention was brought back to the screen seeing the golden sparkle shining around it.
Your hand froze in place as the first result of your pulls popped with a flash in your screen.
A 3-Star weapon.
You didnât bother reading its name.
You slowly clicked the screen one-by-one, waiting for every animation of every weapon to load before advancing.
In the final clicks, finally, the big, golden, splash art finally popped.
It was him.
âCongratulations.â Wanderer giggled, tapping and patting the top of your head as if he hadnât just controlled that.
âYouâŠâ You couldnât even express all that joy you had been stocking for this moment. âThank you! Thank you so much!â You couldnât help but hug his neck passionately, which made his a smirk did and become grumpy expression instead.
That was it!
Your objective in the game was finally over!
Wanderer was yours!
âOk, ok⊠no need to keep throwing yourself on me!â He rose his hands upwards, trying to avoid touching you while you simply rubbed yourself against him in pure joy of finally achieving your main mission in the game.
âIâm so happy!! Thank you so, so, so, so, so much!â You immediately let him go when he asked for it, and you threw yourself in the table, beginning to print the screen in front of you.
âI would do Weapon Banner round too, but unfortunatelyâŠâ He paused for a beat. âItâs time to wake up.â
âWhat?â You expressed your confusion, taking a glance back at him.
âY/N? Hello?â Those words didnât match his previous ones, which just made you even more confused. You didnât recognize that tone on him⊠but in someone else.
In a blink, all that world disappeared, and your body teleported from Wandererâs lap to your bed again.
âOh, God! I thought you were dead!â Your roommate made a âphewâ noise when she finally saw your eyes awaken at her perspective.
âW-WhâŠâ You rose your chest and looked around.
âWeird dream again?â She asked, leaning away from the bed to let you get up.
It was all⊠a dream..?
âY-YeahâŠâ You awkwardly jumped out from your bed, immediately walked to your table, seeing your current main character idling probably for the twentieth time.
The Wish button had a red exclamation mark on it.
The Character button had no exclamation mark on it.
You clicked on it.
Wandererâs banner was there, and itâs been 2 hours since he arrived in the game according to the timer.
Oh.
It was really all a dream?! All that pleasure and romance was just your brain helping you relieve your sexual needs?! Your romantic fantasies?! Well⊠you couldnât deny you were a little thankful for it. The scenario you just lived was something many of his fans would kill for.
Before you could even think about actually pulling for him now, an e-mail notification in the game popped right at center-top of the screen with a little notification sound accompanied, contrasting the screenâs light blue background with its gray tone.
You pressed the âEscâ key in your keyboard twice and quickly reached the e-mail option at the left bottom-corner of the screen. At least youâd get some gems forâ
WaitâŠ
What is this e-mail?
It doesnât have a gem icon, or any item at all. It was just⊠a message? Coming from⊠âYou Know Whoâ..?
You swallowed saliva while clicking the e-mail.
From: You Know Who
Good luck on the Weapon Banner, and good luck with the new mission too. ;)
(I seriously recommend you have a handkerchief while doing it.)
Taglist: @hitomisuzuya @kindofshyent @shyentsfoundherink @amoyanderes @the-stinky-winky @goofy-ego @bigmantiddys @alatusorrow @luminieee
Donât forget to like and comment if you liked it <3
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some HDG story recs out that aren't the most super popular stories you'll easily find by asking anyone or easily find via metric ranking. all are on the shorter end, and readable in a day if not a single sitting! a great list for some hidden gems.
Reading the Leaves by Kanagen: a tea shop romance story about a mostly mute protaganist trying to make the perfect cup for an affini she is down bad for.
Behind the Veil by shitpostleft: IMO, the hottest oneshot in the entire setting. It follows rebecca trying to talk to her affini boyfriend about why he put a notice of intent to domesticate on her.
A Beast At Bay by Raeisteria: Affini beat each other up! this one starts as a shonen battle arc and then changes. you should read it, and do so blinndly, you will not regret it (but you will probably cry)
Strawberry and Willow by immaterial_vivi: the typical HDG rebel capture scenario is turned on its head, in the sense that the story is mostly from the affini's perspective.
Core Carving by Stimulacrum: a second person affini POV story about coming home and letting your floret be the one to take care of you for a bit.
A Part of Who I am my MoonFloret: its hdg romance, but transmasc yaoi instead of transfem yuri! it rules!
Last Man Standing by Tsunmene: the single funniest HDG story I have ever read, about a seed desperate to get forcefemmed who keeps barely missing getting captured by the affini no matter how hard they try.
Force Majeure by ashinbloom: the most devastating gut punch of a story ever put to the page in HDG, about a very autistic girl and the woman who wishes she could take care of her like she wishes. this one hurts real good.
Florets of a Feather by Promilie: a biology student who was forcibly drafted into the navy gets domesticated and must learn to live with her connivent, a feathered catlike xeno called a khetari. has illustrations in many chapters! (Promilie is one of the settings absolute best visual artists.)
A Date with Miss Laburnia by PyxxieStyxx: a bratty terran goes on a date with an affini in chastity and things escalate.
Mistress's Imperative by mirrorgare: submissive affini/dommy floret vignette series
Growing Periwinkle by belenen: a depressed terran volunteers for domestication and becomes part of a very kinky social circle.
Pencil by sheepwave(me): a comedy-hypnoerotica adaptation of the "mistress can you turn me into a pencil" meme into a full oneshot its my list i can include one of mine
Thought I'd See You Again by fluxom: an escaped floret has been on the run for a year, but now an affini just won't leave her alone...
Puppy Paws by Moonchild: actual petplay! in hdg! i know, its crazy. also this story is insanely hot.
The Place Where We Can Stop Running by Dame Harmony: ok I lied about them all being short. this one is long, but its so good. you need to read it, you need to read it blind, knowing nothing, and you will not regret it. it's one of the best stories in the entire setting.
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Washing Machine Heart đ©¶
Momâs Best-friend!Joel Miller x f!reader
Main Masterlist | Joel Miller Masterlist
Summary: Your Mom is not nice to you, her only Daughter, always picking on you whenever she can. To get back at her you decide to seduce and fuck her Highschool Best-friend Joel Miller. Oh she also has a crush on him so thatâs a bonus.
Rating: 18+ mature content mdni!!!!
Word count: 3.5k
Warnings: no use of y/n, female reader, implied abuse, childhood trauma, alcohol, smut, reader has no name only nicknames, size difference, age gap, readers age is mentioned and Joel is more than double sooo, mommy issues, strained relationships, petty shit, cream pie, tittys, choking kind of, teasing, Joel is tiny bit Pervy, of course Daddy kink, unprotected p in v,
If I missed anything please let me know đđ»
Authors note: I was mad so this is what I cooked up lol
Shoutout to @cafekitsune for the dividers đ«¶đ»
Disclaimer: English is not my first language so if you come across mistakes it might be due to that. This is my first time writing smut sooooo be nice please. Iâm totally here for constructive criticism or feedback on how to improve. In general I appreciate comments, likes and reblogs greatly. đ€
Songâs I listened to while writing:
I Hate My Mom by GRLwood
Class of 2013 by Mitski
I hope ur miserable until ur dead by Nessa Barrett
Bubblegum Bitch by MARINA
Backstabber by Kesha
Jerk by Oliver Tree
You know exactly when the relationship between you and your mother started deteriorating- The day she decided to choose your loser Stepdad, the one she only dated for 4 years, over her own 8 year old daughter. From then on you took a backseat in her life yet she still expected you to take care of her all needs. You hate her for what she did and you miss her like a little kid. You had to drag her home when she drank too much, you canât even remember how often that happened. Always having to jump in between that asshole and her fighting cuz even though she practically emotionally abandoned you, you still wanted to protect her from harm's way. She forced you to grow up so quickly, itâs her fault you never got a real childhood.
For years you accepted that this is normal. The screaming, the violence and the degrading words became a part of growing up. You were a kid but not clueless, someone who loves you wouldnât have done all of this. And yet all of them tried so hard to make you shut up and believe itâs what you deserved.
Luckily what happened did not entirely break you. No, you grew into someone who fought for herself since no one ever did that.
Of course you hoped she might realize her mistakes, apologize and change but nothings new with her. Sheâs great at pretending to be a better person to the outside world, than she is in reality, behind closed doors the mask unveils an ugly woman. A narcissistic self absorbed monster that took all your joy away.
Itâs pathetic considering how much she always talks about getting abused by her own father but instead of breaking the cycle she doubled down on it. Going as far as using that as an excuse for what she did to her own child.
She only kinda stopped the abuse once you no longer were a small child. Now that you could fight back she did not corner you anymore.
But just because she couldnât hit you anymore doesnât mean the picking on you stopped, no, it was her mission to rid you of the last remaining confidence and self love.
In each screaming match she tried so hard to gaslight you into believing you were crazy for feeling offended by her disgusting behavior.
One time you asked why she hit you as a little kid and the answer left you completely blown away. She expressed that you cried so much, and did it to provoke her. What else could she have possibly done other than raise her hand?
Or another time she refused to acknowledge that she hit you at all but a second later told you that perhaps if she wouldâve done worse you wouldâve turned out better.
At some point you stopped calling her Mom and only went with her name. You knew that it must hurt but did she really deserve that title after everything she did?
Now at 21 years old the relationship is just as rocky, not much has changed.
Your mom has basically zero friends, sheâs a bitch of course no one would want to be too close, well except for JoelâŠ..Joel Miller that somehow was her friend.
Perhaps only since they have known each other since High School, he might have felt some kind of obligation towards her due to that. She told you once that Joel was the boy every girl had a crush on with his whole guitar playing thing they all swooned over him.
Even now all those years later Joel was a beautiful specimen, tall, broad shoulders, huge hands, strong arms youâd like to be enveloped by, tanned freckled skin, a cute butt, gorgeous brown curls with slightly gray streaks showing his age, big brown eyes, a prominent nose and soft pillow like lips.
You understand why your Mom had a crush on him, any woman would bend over for him if heâd say so. She thought it was not too noticeable but unlike Joel you caught it immediately.
She made you the reason for her life being so shitty but now after years of torment you saw a chance at really giving her a reason to hate you. Maybe something is wrong with you for liking the idea of breaking her heart so much but you honestly couldnât care less. The one you felt sorry for most was probably Joel; he would be the pawn in your deranged game without knowing.
As it turns out though Joel is not as innocent as expected, the more you tried to get closer the more you realized he might be easier to seduce than originally anticipated.
You started with small things like hugging him a bit longer than normally so he could feel you perky full tits squished against his chest. Touching his arms and squeezing them but not too much as if to draw attention to it. And from his reactions, he did not seem to mind.
You were not worried about your mother, she never was the most alert to begin with.
When Joel came over for a barbecue you used the time alone with him in the garden while your mother was in the kitchen preparing god knows what to impress him.
Joel and you had some interesting conversations.
âSoooo you work in contracting, right?â You asked him sweetly. Joel chuckled âYeah sweetheart, I do. But ya know thaâ already, so why ask?â You played it off as much as you could âJust making sure you didn't decide to switch career paths in the time I havenât seen youâŠâ you look up at him through your lashes, cheekily biting your lip. Joel of course fell into the trap, his eyes going down to your plush lips in mere seconds. Got ya you dirty old men.
You stepped closer until you two were only a couple inches apart. His chest almost touched yours. In this position you really had to Crane your neck up to keep eye contact consistent.
âWhat are ya doing Baby,huh?â Joel tilted his head slightly down towards your face. You just giggled at him âNothin Joel, justâŠâ with that you put your hands on his wide chest ruining them down over his enticing slightly protruding belly. âI know you stare at my ass alllllll the time. I also know you like it when I walk close by you and graze you with my tits. My little skimpy outfits turn you on as well donât they,huh Joel?â You smirk at him.
You can see how he clenches his jawâŠohhh yes you got him figured out.
He hisses low and menacing at you âYou are a little slut ainât ya, baby. Groping a man over double your age. Teasin me with those sugar tits and that tight lil assâŠ.â
You can see his pupils dilate till his eyes look close to being completely blacked out. You muse âYeah Iâm a whore but you like that donât you?â With that you cup his hard cock over his shorts he decided to wear today.
He gasps and immediately grips your wrist to yank those devilish hands away from his throbbing length. Especially when he hears your motherâs voice calling out from inside the house.
He backs off and tries to catch his breath as well as calm his raging hard on down to an unnoticeable minimum. Before he leaves to figure out what she called for he turns to you and lifts an accusing finger towards you.
âWe ainât done baby, ya gonna make it up to me for teasin and leavin me all high and dry, mkay?â He tilts his head almost to intimidate you but to no avail youâre just a massive brat âHmmm sure Joeliii but i think your underwear is anything but dry.â You giggle and continue âProbably full of pre cum am I right,huh?â
Joel canât believe what heâs gotten himself into and just shakes his head while turning to the house.
Somehow he made it through the barbecue without your mother noticing any tension between Joel and you. Stupid of her but good for you.
In the weeks after that afternoon you and him kept secretly meeting up. Most of the time at his house or heâd pick you up with his truck to drive you somewhere where he could have you without any distractions, of course when your mom wasnât home. She might be stupid but even to her it would be weird why you suddenly start taking trips with Joel and she should not be suspicious.
Also during the talks with Joel that happened when taking a break between fucking it was once again made clear that he for whatever reason had not an ounce of knowledge about your momâs crush.
The plan for how the reveal should go was set in motion. Your mom was driving out to one of those weird grocery stores that sold the health powders she drowned herself in, in hopes of making her more pretty from the inside out but to no avail the rot canât be reversed.
You knew how long that would take her, it gave you enough time to fuck Joel in her favorite spot on the couch. Yeah petty and perhaps childish but you donât care make her remember how you defiled her lovely couch with the man she was in love with.
Joel showed up 10 minutes after she drove off. You barely got the door closed behind him before he pounced on you. Itâs been a few weeks since you fucked him last, you wanted him to be desperate for it so heâll might be more focused on pounding you then notice that your mother is returning.
He immediately slotted his lips over yours, his hands grabbing at your hips with urgency.
You spin with him attached to your lips so you can guide him where you want him, on the couch. His breathing is already elevated and by the significantly evident bulge heâs massively turned on. Good, the less rational thinking the better.
While you push him towards the couch his lips slip down your jaw and land on your throat kissing and sucking all over. Between those kisses he huffs âBabyyy - Iâve - missed - ya so - muchâŠâ you just hum as an answer and when the back of his knees hit the edge of the couch heâs forced to unlatch from you.
He falls back, his head hitting the soft pillows so heâs only slightly elevated. You wink at him âyeah I bet you have and most of all He has missed me huh? Looks almost painful, did you not touch yourself in meantime?â
He sounds a bit whiny in his response âNo Baby havenât touched myself, saved it all for ya greedy little pussy.â Even when you think to have the upper hand he reminds you how different it actually is. âCome on baby, why donât ya take of that lil skirt anâ take seat on my lap.â While grabbing at his crotch.
Your mouth is watering but thereâs no time today to get your mouth on him like you usually love to. At his dirty words you can feel some wetness gush from your pulsing cunt, coating the inside of your thighs. As requested you slip your flowy skirt down your legs.
Joel let's out a gasp âNo panties baby? Ya naughty little slut.â he chuckles and you retort âDonât need them if Iâm with you, so why make it harder than it needs to be?â at that Joel can only nod.
âCome here Sweet Moon Love.â he demands.
You get on your hands and knees between his spread legs that lay on the couch. Slowly crawling towards him teasing him with your tits that are almost spilling out of your skimpy tank top.
When you finally sit down on his jeans-covered cock he lets out a sound of relief. Your knees on either side of his hips and his hands immediately find home on your hips and ass, kneading and caressing the skin there.
âFuck Moon ya turn me on so much take of that goddamn top and show me those sweet sugar tits.â
So you do, slipping it over your head and throwing it somewhere behind you. Heâs not surprised by the lack of a bra. He knows you hate wearing them and if heâs honest he loves that a lot, easier access and all.
Joelâs hands go from your hips up to the tits he loves so much. Carefully touching them, his warm hands and the wonderful feeling making it unable not to moan. Swiping his calloused fingers over your nipples, twisting them with determination causing you to keen.
You start arching your back towards his groping hands. His administrations cause the pull in your lower stomach to Continuously get stronger. You are convinced his jeans are covered in your juices and without realizing youâve started to rub your bare pussy over his bulge with vigor.
âJoel enough I need you inside me, now!â You donât even wait for a response, lifting your hips and loosening his belt and unbuttoning the buttons of his jeans. With his help you drag his pants down but only so much that you are able to pull his throbbing cock out of the confines that are his blue boxers and you can see a huge dark spot where pre cum leaked, making you look at Joel chuckling âYou really want it huh? Daddyâ with a sweet lilt that makes his dick Twitch in your hands.
He just groans âBaby Moon if ya donât sit down on my cock right now Iâll do it myself and I wonât give ya time to adjust.â He threatens but it really only turns you on more.
You peer up at the clock and see that you only have about 15 minutes left.
You take your original position and when his warm length slips through your moist folds his pre cum mixing with your own juices to create an addicting squelching sound.
At this point the dark hair nestling at the base of his cock and his happy trail are completely soaked.
âGosh, Sweetheart sheâs gushing all over me, put it in. She wants my cock donât keep her waitinâ you love when he talks in this way about your cunt, makes you wetter if thatâs even possible.
You lift up a bit again and take hold of his length with one hand, the other on his chest to stabilize yourself. Dragging his leaking head through your glossy folds before lining him up with your gushing opening. You take one deep inhale cuz you know itâll be a stretch even with how often you've done this.
Before sinking down on him you look at him thereâs guilt somewhere deep in your conscience but you shake your head, you ainât backing out now.
You slowly start to sink down when Joel decides itâs not quick enough so he grips your hips and in one swift fast motion sheets his huge dick inside your tight cunt.
âAhhh..-ah J-Joel what the fuckâ you hiss slapping his chest hard for being so impatient.
He huffs âSorry Baby but Daddy has waited long enough for Her, just shush.â He actually has the audacity to shush you.
You get used to the feeling of being so filled to the brim and slide back & forth for a moment.
Then you put your feet down flat on the couch and grip the headrest behind him before starting to fuck him in earnest. Up and down at first slowly but steadily you get quicker and harder. Joel canât even speak unless you count his obnoxiously loud moaning and growling.
âYeah how you like that old man, hmm Daddy you're all quiet this pussy shut you up good, huh?â You wonder and out of nowhere one of Joelâs big hands grips your throat making you slow your movements to a minimum. He pulls your face toward his and grunts âBaby Moon ya need to be put in your place, ya bratty ass is treading on some mighty thin ice.â
He gives you one hard peck and then shoves your face in his neck. You donât complain, you love when heâs so rough with you and his musky masculine smell is your favorite.
Joel pulls his legs up and plants his feet on the couch just like you did and then he starts to relentlessly push up into you at an alarming speed so hard that if it werenât for the arm pinning you to his chest youâd fall off.
âJo-JoelâŠ.Joel itâs so good ahâŠdonât stopâ you babble in his ear and opposite to his harsh pounding he soothes âShhh Baby I know, I know itâs so much for ya and Her. But listen to how much sheâs enjoying it.â
And heâs right besides the obscene âplap, plap, plapâ of skin hitting skin you can hear the wet squelching from the place you're both connected. âIâm close baby, where?â He asks while slipping a hand between your bodies to touch your neglected clit and immediately your whiny moans get even louder âI-inâŠinside Daddy. Pleaseee cum inside me.â
You beg and he loves that âHmm yeah, ya wanna be filled up Baby?â He questions âGod yes Daddy fill me up, please pleaseeâ you want nothing more than to feel him spill inside of you.
Seems that when Joel told you he was kinda deaf in his right ear it wasnât a lie or maybe the plan of making him so desperate to fuck you that he wonât hear the door unlocking worked out.
But you can hear the slight clicking and the closing of the door. Unlike what you expect she does not start screaming, no, sheâs eerily quiet. Perhaps itâs due to not having realized who exactly you're screwing as if thereâs no tomorrow or simple shock.
Joel under you seems to have reached his end and without any preamble he starts shooting his warm cum deep inside your tight hole. The warm sensation combined with his unrelenting rubbing your clit pushes you over the finish line too. With that you pull up from his neck and drag him up as well, crossing your arms around his neck and kissing him.
You know she is right there at the threshold, you donât care and to rub it in even more you say âThank you Daddy, I love you.â And as if he knows his role Joel answers âI love you too little Moon.â
And that might have been the final straw, she speaks up and it flips out into incoherent screaming. Joel is immediately startled; he lightly pushes you off, quickly tugging himself back into his jeans and getting up to explain. You however get up slowly and put your top and skirt back on.
With the lack of panties you can feel his spend leaking out of you and youâre sure thereâs very evident stains on Joelâs jeans that your mother must see.
The back and forth they must be having doesnât even register to you. The blissful buzzing from the orgasm and the satisfaction of having succeeded in hurting her are making you all dozzy.
But then she comes charging at you screaming in your face âYouâre smiling, you think this is funny??? I knew you were a bitch who only ruins everything, you are a worthless piece of shit a absolute waste of spaceâ sheâs so hysterical but you donât care, itâs good sheâs showing her true colors for Joel to see.
She continues âYou are disgraceful and shameful for the entire family. I want you out of the house now. You are dead to me.â She probably thinks those words could hurt but itâs nothing compared to all the horrible things she did in the past. You just smirk at her nodding which infuriates her more than any comeback could.
With that you slip past her, Joel looks completely stunned by what just unfolded before his eyes. You donât acknowledge him much, quickly skipping up the stairs,entering your room, grabbing a suitcase and filling it with the most important items. Then shuffling out of your room locking it behind you. You heave the suitcase down the stairs, no sign of Joel all you can hear is her crying in the living room, it amuses you, not an ounce of sympathy left for her. You donât bother saying bye just open the front door and out you are.
The surprise is waiting in front of the house, Joel, he didnât leave but instead waited for you.
He looks at you âDid it mean anything to you at all, or was it just a big joke?â He doesnât look hurt, just confused. You close the distance between him and you âI wish it wouldnât but itâs not possible to not feel anything, look at you Joel youâre a so beautiful so caring of course I fell for you.â He nods and takes your suitcase out of your hand. âWh..what are you doing ?â You question âIâm taking ya home Moon, think Iâd let you run around these streets? Get in the carâ he urges.
And you do, when he drives off you donât look back once.
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Can you please do selvika if her and the reader did nnn(no nut November) like you did with vi (To be honest she would probably be like no đ) Its ok if you don't want to
I am a Vi girl to my very core but I must give the people what they want. I thought it would be cute and short...and now we have some of the nastiest shit I have ever written. I hope it's everything you wanted and more xoxo. @starisinlovewiththemoon
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Games we like to play (18 +)
Prostitute!reader x Sevika
Warnings: Degradation/Smut/Pet names/Kind of cute?
No Nut November. Just saying it felt ridiculous. Youâd heard about it beforeâwhispers in the brothel about Piltover clients and their strange indulgences in self-denial. Youâd always dismissed it as yet another quirk of the privileged: something to laugh at, not take seriously.
And it wasnât like you had the luxury of turning down indulgence. Working at the brothel wasnât about holding back; it was about giving people exactly what they wanted. Or needed. You didnât care much either wayâclients came and went, their faces blurring together after a while.
That is until Sevika walked in.
Youâd known her by reputation, of course. Everyone in the Undercity did. She was Silcoâs right hand, the enforcer with a mechanical arm and a short temper to match. People whispered about her in a way that made you assume she was ruthless, dangerous, someone you didnât want to cross paths with unless you had to.
So, when she first stepped into your room, you froze. The light was dim, but there was no mistaking her broad shoulders, the scar cutting across her cheek, or the way her eyes flicked over the space with a calculated calm.
You expected her to bark orders, to demand something rough or impersonal. But instead, she went to your bar cart, poured herself a drink, and leaned casually against the wall. âNice setup,â sheâd said, her tone low and unhurried.
Her behavior threw you. You werenât sure what to make of herâthis woman who seemed both entirely in control and quietly restrained. You talked for a while, about nothing in particular, and the longer you listened, the more the fear melted into something else. Curiosity, maybe. Intrigue.
A drink or two in, though? That reserved demeanor? Gone. That night, she paid for three hoursâand sheâd used every minute.
Since then, sheâd been your only client. It wasnât just the moneyâthough she made sure you didnât need anyone elseâbut the connection. She was different. Reserved but attentive, with a way of making you feel like the only person in the room. You didnât put labels on itâSevika wasnât the type for thatâbut it was something. Enough to make you bold.
Which is how this conversation started.
âI heard one of my coworkers talking about it with her Piltover client,â you said, voice light as you trailed your fingers along Sevikaâs arm. The sheets rustled between your legs as she came up for air and propped herself up on one elbow, dark eyes narrowing at you in amusement.
âGo on,â she said, her voice low and rough, already laced with suspicion.
âItâs this thing they do. No Nut November.â You tried not to laugh at the words, but Sevikaâs expressionâa mix of disbelief and amusmentânearly broke your composure.
âNo... what now?â she repeated, her lips twitching into a smirk.
You bit your lip, enjoying the rare moment of catching her off guard. âBasically, itâs a whole month where youâre not allowed to... you know.â
Sevika snorted, dropping her head and rolling on her side âYouâre telling me people do this shit on purpose?â
âApparently,â you said, biting back a grin. âSome kind of self-control thing.â
âSounds like something those Piltover assholes came up with. Too much money, not enough brains.â Her voice was dry, but the faint chuckle undercut the sharpness.
âProbably,â you agreed, laughing softly. âBut... it could be fun.â
Sevika stilled, her gaze snapping back to you. âWhat?â
âWe could try it,â you said, keeping your voice as casual as possible. âJust for the hell of it. Whatâs the harm?â
She sat up fully, pulling her tank top back on as she shook her head. âNo offense, sweetheart, but isnât the whole point of what we do to not hold back?â Her tone was blunt, but there was an edge of curiosity behind it like she couldnât quite believe what she was hearing.
You frowned, the remainder of your undefined âarrangementâ stinging a little. But you werenât about to give up that easily.
âCâmon, Sev,â you murmured, letting the sheet slip off your body as you stood. Her gaze flicked downward for a moment before she caught herself, her jaw tightening.
âYou barely have time to visit me these days,â you said softly, stepping closer. âI know things are... hard right now. Silcoâs gone. Youâre picking up all the pieces. I just thought maybe this could be something to take your mind off it all. Something just for us.â
You reached up, your fingers brushing against her cheek, tracing the rough edge of the scar there. Sevika exhaled, her shoulders relaxing slightly under your touch.
âAnd,â you added, your voice dropping as your hand moved to her arm, âthink about how good itâll feel at the end of the month. Me, all needy. And youâŠâ Your fingers grazed the hard lines of her bicep, drawing her attention.
âPent up?â she finished for you, a low chuckle rumbling in her chest.
You grinned. âExactly.â
She stared at you for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then, with a heavy sigh, she reached for your waist, pulling you closer. âYouâre gonna be the death of me,â she murmured, her voice softening as her forehead rested against yours.
You smiled, standing on your toes to kiss her. Her lips were warm and surprisingly gentle, a contrast to the roughness of her calloused hand as it held you steady.
âFine,â Sevika muttered against your lips, pulling you closer as she sealed the deal. âTwo weeks. But donât think for a second Iâm making it easy for you.â
You couldnât help the grin that spread across your face as you pulled back, excitement bubbling up like steam in a kettle about to burst. For a moment, you thought you saw the faintest flush creeping up her neck, but she turned away too quickly for you to be sure.
âTwo weeks,â she repeated, adjusting her cape as if to distract herself. âYouâre playing a dangerous game, sweetheart.â
You smirked, leaning against the doorway to watch her go. âI wouldnât want it any other way.â
This was going to be very, very interesting.
The first week wasnât so bad. You stuck to your usual routine, and seeing Sevika three times that week made it unexpectedly fun.
Tuesdayâs visit to her apartment was a perfect example. Sheâd summoned you with a cryptic, âCome by tonight,â and though her tone was casual, it always managed to spark a thrill deep in your chest.
Navigating the labyrinth of Zaunâs backstreets was second nature by now, though it still carried an edge of excitement. The quiet hum of the city and the faint buzz of neon lights guided you to her door, where you knocked three timesâthe code youâd both settled on.
The door opened with no preamble, and there stood Sevika, framed by the dim light spilling out from her apartment. The sight of her stopped you dead in your tracks.
Her cigarette hung loosely between her lips as she fiddled with her mechanical arm, muttering something under her breath. The dark brown tank top she wore stretched tight over her chest, highlighting the sculpted curve of her shoulders, while her black boxers sat dangerously low on her hips. The disheveled look was almost unfairly attractive, and it left you feeling momentarily speechless.
Her sharp eyes flicked up to meet yours, and a small, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. âYou gonna stand there all night or come in?â
You slipped inside quickly, your pulse already quickening. She moved to her couch and collapsed into it like she owned the world, legs spread wide, exuding an effortless dominance that made your skin tingle.
Without missing a beat, you crossed the room and climbed onto her lap, settling yourself like youâd been invitedâeven though you hadnât been. You plucked the cigarette from her lips and took a long drag, locking eyes with her as you exhaled.
âYou know,â she drawled, her tone low and teasing, âyou could always ask before you take.â
âAnd whatâs the fun in that?â you shot back, a playful grin spreading across your lips.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, but the corner of her mouth twitched upward. âKeep pushing, sweetheart,â she murmured, her voice a velvet threat.
Before you could quip back, she had you pinned to the couch, her large hand encircling your throatânot squeezing, just enough to make your breath hitch. Her lips crashed into yours, the kiss deep and consuming, like she was claiming you all over again.
Her knee pressed up between your thighs, and the pressure was just enough to pull a shameless moan from you. The sound made her grin, slow and wicked.
âReady to give up this silly little game you insist on playing?â she asked, her voice husky as her lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.
The reminder of your bet jolted you out of your haze, and you pushed against her shoulders, sitting up dramatically. âYouâre already trying to sabotage me!â you accused, narrowing your eyes at her.
âAnd it almost worked,â she said, her grin unfazed. âCâmon, sweetheart. Give it up. You know you canât say no to me.â
You scoffed, your gaze darting to the table beside you where her screwdriver lay. With a smirk, you snatched it up and held it out to her. âGive me that.â
Her brow arched, curiosity flickering in her eyes.
âWell,â you continued, shrugging nonchalantly, âsince youâre paying for my time, I might as well make myself useful. You looked frustrated when I showed up.â
Her confusion melted into reluctant amusement as she took the screwdriver. âYou offering to fix my arm now?â
âDepends,â you said, gesturing for her to sit back down. âWhich screw were you trying to tighten?â
She hesitated for a moment before sitting down and explaining the issue. You listened intently, nodding along and offering the occasional suggestion, though you werenât exactly an expert.
The rest of the evening was spent sifting through her pile of spare parts, sharing drinks, and laughing over failed attempts to jury-rig solutions. At one point, you glanced up from the mess to find her watching youânot with her usual smugness, but something softer, quieter. The look vanished as quickly as it came, leaving you questioning if youâd imagined it.
By week two, though, things got harderâliterally and figuratively. Your body betrayed you at every turn, and the tension was maddening. It left you feeling like a pent-up teenager, desperate and all too aware of every brush of fabric, every suggestive glance. But if Sevika thought youâd break first, she had another thing coming.
Which brought you to Friday night at The Last Drop. Sevikaâs routine was as predictable as clockworkâevery Friday, sheâd be at her usual table, gambling and sipping whiskey like she didnât have a care in the world. It was the perfect opportunity to test her resolve.
You stood in front of the mirror, applying the last swipe of lip gloss and admiring your handiwork. The black leather skirt clung to your hips, catching the faint glow of the moonlight, and your low-cut top highlighted just enough cleavage to make Sevikaâs attention inevitable. You smoothed your hair, gave yourself one last smirk, and headed out.
The bouncer at The Last Drop barely looked up before nodding in the direction of Sevikaâs table. You spotted her immediately, lounging like a queen among her subjects. Her cigar glowed faintly in the low light, and the subtle curve of her smirk as she leaned back in her chair set your nerves buzzing.
You approached with deliberate confidence, the click of your heels drawing eyes as you stopped beside her. âIs that seat taken?â you asked, motioning to her lap.
The table fell silent, the men and women around Sevika staring openly, their gazes lingering far too long for your liking. Sevika, however, barely glanced at you before leaning back and spreading her legs slightly in invitation.
You lowered yourself onto her lap, adjusting your skirt just enough to let her feel the curve of your hips against her. Her hand settled on your thigh, a possessive touch that sent shivers through you.
She leaned in, her breath brushing the shell of your ear as she whispered, âItâs cute that you thought dressing like a slut would make me jealous. But hereâs the thingâthey all know youâre my slut. Whatâs there to be jealous about when they can only dream?â
Her low chuckle rumbled through you as she tossed some chips onto the table, her hand sliding higher on your thigh.
The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife, but you werenât backing downânot yet.
Game on.
The game at the table picked up, the noise growing louder with every passing round. You barely paid attention, more focused on Sevika's drink getting dangerously low. Without waiting for her to ask, you hopped up to grab her another. Her hand delivered a quick, casual pat to your ass as you walked away, and you couldnât help the sly grin that spread across your face.
At the bar, you scanned the crowd for a target. Spiked-hair guy slumped over near a puddle of vomit? Nope. A buzzcut woman giving you that look from the middle of the room? Way too easy. Then, your gaze landed on her: a loudmouth with an undercut and no clue about the pecking order here. Jackpot.
You sidled up to the bar, ignoring her completely at first. Tapping your empty glass, you got the bartenderâs attention, who already knew what to pour: whiskey for Sevika. Only then did you glance her way.
âLooks like youâre having a hell of a time over here,â you said, flashing a playful smile.
She turned toward you, the conversation with her friend forgotten. Her eyes swept over you with a low whistle. âAnd I think Iâm about to have an even better one,â she smirked.
Right where you wanted her. But she needed to work a little harder for it.
As she started asking about you, you casually mentioned the brothel. Her eyes lit up like it was her birthday.
âYou know,â you said, tilting your head coyly, âI do give discounts to clients who know how to show me a good time.â
âOh, yeah?â she grinned, leaning closer. âConvenient, since Iâve got some cash burning a hole in my pocket.â Her hand found the back of your thigh, pulling you in just enough to make the air between you crackle.
You felt Sevikaâs gaze burning into your back from across the room, but you didnât turn around. Instead, you leaned into the strangerâs touch, tapping the muscles of her arm teasingly.
âI think Iâd like a preview of what the rest of my night could look like,â she said, her voice dropping as she tapped your chin up with her finger.
âOh, yeah?â you whispered, your lips inches from hers. âWhy donât you show me what Iâm working with?â
Just as she started to lean in, you barely had time to process the hand on your thigh disappearing. A blur of movement later, the stranger hit the floor, a guttural thud snapping the air between you.
Sevika stood over her, gripping the fabric of her shirt with one hand.
âIâll give you five seconds to get the fuck out of my bar,â Sevika growled, her voice low and razor-sharp. âBefore I break every disgusting finger that touched my girl.â
Your eyes widened as the stranger stammered something snarky, but it didnât matter. Sevikaâs fist connected with her nose before she could finish. Blood sprayed, and the woman crumpled onto the ground.
Sevika turned to you, her jaw tight, her eyes blazing.
âOffice. Now.â
Before you could respond, she grabbed your hand, dragging you toward the back. The door slammed shut behind you, leaving you alone with the familiar tension crackling between you like a storm about to break.
You leaned back against Silcoâs old desk, arms crossed. âWell, someoneâs jealous.â
Her glare couldâve melted steel. âJealous?â she barked, stalking toward you. âItâs one thing to show up dressed like that, begging for attention. But you were practically dry-humping her in front of everyone.â
You shrugged, biting back a grin. âIsnât that my job? Making sure potential clients are⊠interested in what they see?â
Her growl reverberated through the room as she closed the distance between you. âYeah, well, from now on, Iâm your only client that matters.â
Your smirk widened. âSevika, are you trying to make us exclusive?â
She chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. âThis isnât about some stupid game. Youâve been trying to drive me insane since day one, and guess what? You did it. Congratulations. Now Iâm gonna make you regret it.â
âFunny,â you teased, hopping up onto the desk and letting your knees fall open just enough. âSeems like everythingâs going exactly according to plan.â
Her jaw clenched, and for a moment, she just stared at you. Then, with an exasperated chuckle, she stepped between your legs, her hands landing on your hips.
âI knew youâd be the death of me,â she muttered, before grabbing your neck and crashing her lips into yours.
Every ounce of frustration and tension boiled over in that kiss, her grip firm and unrelenting as if to remind you exactly who was in charge now. And this time, you didnât argue.
You had made out with Sevika plenty of times before. But as her tongue slid into your mouth this time, it was different. There was no pretense, no playful back-and-forth teasing. This wasnât just a hookup, and you werenât just some random conquest.
She wasnât kissing a prostitute. She was staking a claim.
A moan escaped your lips as she pushed you back against the desk, the edge digging into your lower back as her frame towered over you. You gasped when she climbed on top of you, her weight a deliberate reminder of how much control she had.
Her lips trailed from your jaw to your neck, biting down hard enough to leave marks that you knew youâd see tomorrow. âI think Iâll start by ruining this little outfit,â she growled, her voice dark and rich. âSince youâre so set on showing the Undercity whatâs mine, Iâll make it easier for you.â
Her metal hand traced up your waist, the cold edge of her finger sending shivers down your spine. You barely had time to process her next move before she dragged it sharply upward, slicing clean through your top like it was nothing.
You inhaled sharply as the fabric fell away, leaving you exposed. Sevika sat back for a moment, her eyes raking over you with a hunger that sent heat pooling low in your stomach.
âMuch better,â she muttered, her lips quirking into a wicked smirk as she leaned in, her nose brushing against yours. âBut youâre not done paying for that little stunt at the bar, sweetheart.â
Her hand cupped your jaw, forcing you to meet her gaze. âYou wanna play games?â she teased, her thumb brushing over your bottom lip. âFine. Iâll play. But we both know how this ends.â
âDo we?â you shot back, your voice breathy but still defiant. âSeems to me like youâre the one losing your cool.â
That earned you a sharp laugh, her teeth flashing as her smirk widened. âKeep talking,â she said, her voice low. âLetâs see how long you last before youâre begging me to stop.â
You opened your mouth to make a smart ass comment but it was already to late as she started pinching one of your nipples with her real hand.Â
âLook at these already stiff. You really are a fucking whore.â Sevika said aggresily spitting on your chest before leaning down and licking it to spead over your left nipple.Â
You started moaning as she swirlled her tongue and lightly bit at your nipple as your hands shot to her hair. She made sure to leave a few hickeys before quickly tearing through your mini skirt as well quickly dropping to her knees and pulling you to the edge of the desk.Â
You groaned, your head tipping back as Sevika pinned your thighs nearly flat against your shoulders. The contrast was maddeningâher metal hand icy against your left thigh, the sharp edges biting just enough to tease, while the warmth of her calloused fingers on your right thigh sent sparks shooting through your body.
"Look at you," she murmured, her voice low and taunting as her eyes roamed over you. "Canât decide if you like it rough or soft, huh? Guess Iâll just give you both."
Her grip tightened, the cold metal sending a shiver up your spine as she leaned down, her breath ghosting over your neck. The deliberate pressure of her hands, one hard and unyielding, the other impossibly warm and strong, had you arching into her without thinking.
âKeep making noises like that, and I might just keep you pinned like this all night,â she teased, her lips brushing against your ear. âBet youâd love that, wouldnât you?â
You bit your lip, trying to suppress the needy whimper threatening to spill out. But Sevika caught it, her smirk practically audible as she shifted her weight, her metal fingers teasing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.
âThought so,â she growled, leaning in to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the hollow of your throat.
You loved when Sevika treated you like a ragdoll with no other purpose than to her pretty little fucktoy and cum. And you were already close to cumming thirty seconds after her tongue started dancing across your clit. The sound of Sevika slurping up all of your juices made you go wild.Â
You felt her hand on your right thigh move to your entrance groaning at the feeling of her two fingers stretching you out.Â
âCant believe this pussy is so greedy sucking my fingers in. Itâs almost like you get off of me degrading you huhâ Sevika moaned continuing her assault on your clit with her tounge.
âWell Iâll make it worth your wild hm? Cum on my fucking fingers like the greedy slut you are.â Sevika engouraged instantly sending you over the edge as your legs began to shake as you called out Sevikas name.Â
You barley had time to cathcn your breath before Sevika told you to stand up and turn around to brace yourself against the desk.Â
You heard her undoing her pants and feeling something kind of warm and hard against your entrance.
âThought I would wear this think out to see if it was comfortable enough to bring over to the brothel. Didnt know it would come in handy so soon.â She said pressing into you as the object slid inside of you wour jaw falling slack from the sensation.Â
âW-what is that- oh my god.â You said gripping the desk.
âSaw some women talking about this thing when I was up in Piltover running some collections. I think they called it a strap? Figures your sloppy pussy would take it in one go.â Sevika said starting to roll her hips so the strap started moving in and out of you.Â
You had never felt something so good your eyes rolling back as she picked up the speed.Â
She gripped your hair with one hand as she moved her knee between yours using her muscular thigh to push you bent leg up on the desk. Increasing her speed even more.Â
It felt so fucking good you didnt even have control of what was flying out of your mouth just expletives and Sevikas name.
As the slapping sounds began to echo through the room you felt yourself getting close again As Sevikas grunts sounded like a melody against your ears.Â
â Go ahead screm it louder baby. Let everyone in the bar- no everyone in the lanes know who this pussy belongs to.â She grunted bringing her hand down on your ass with a hard slap as she continued ramming into you.Â
âFuck itâs all yours Sev! S-stresching me out so good.â You slurred feeling your orgasm washing over your. You thought she would slow her pace but as your orgasm began to calm Sevika kept punding into you.
You felt your eyes roll back getting light headed from the pressure. A new feeling building in your stomach.Â
âI know you have more in you hm? Show daddy how well you can squirt all over my strap. She said smacking your ass again.Â
You shrieked her name cursing her out as you felt a sudden rush followed by a feeling of wetness shooting all over your leg as Sevika groaned at how well you were taking it.Â
Sevika finally slowed her pace, her movements deliberate and torturous as she eased out of you. The rush of sensation left you dizzy, your body slack, and your legs threatening to give out entirely. You stumbled forward, but Sevika was quick, catching you effortlessly.
She chuckled low in her throat, the sound vibrating through you as she scooped you up into her arms like you weighed nothing. Carrying you to the worn couch in the corner of the room, she settled down with you perched in her lap, your body still trembling in the aftershocks.
âYouâre such an asshole,â you muttered, your voice breathy and ragged. You barely had the energy to lift your head, but the accusation carried all the heat you could muster. âFirst, you tell the whole damn bar Iâm your girl, then you ruin my favorite skirt, and then you fuck me like that?â
Sevika smirked, her hand idly tracing patterns along your thigh. âMm, donât forgetâI also carried your pretty ass over here.â
âNot the point,â you shot back, though the warmth in her touch had your indignation quickly waning.
Her smirk deepened, dark eyes glinting with mischief. âI think youâre forgetting something,â she murmured, her voice thick with self-satisfaction.
You tilted your head, confused and still trying to regain full control of your brain. âWhat?â
Her grin was almost feral as she leaned in close, her lips brushing the shell of your ear.
âI won your stupid game.â
The realization hit you like a slap. âOh, hell noââ
âUh-uh,â she interrupted, cutting off your protests with a possessive kiss that left you breathless all over again. When she finally pulled back, her smug expression had you torn between wanting to strangle her and kiss her again.
âFace it,â Sevika said, her tone dripping with smug satisfaction as her hand trailed lazily up your spine. âYou canât resist me. You never could.â
You opened your mouth to retort, but the smug arch of her brow and the way her fingers tightened just enough on your waist shut you up fast. Damn her for being right.
Sevikaâs laugh rumbled through her chest as she leaned back, utterly victorious. âThatâs what I thought,â she said, her voice teasing as she rested her head against the back of the couch. âGuess that makes me the reigning champion, huh?â
You huffed, your pride smarting, but the way her arms tightened around you, grounding and comforting, made it impossible to stay mad.
âFine,â you grumbled, resting your head against her chest. âBut next time, Iâm taking home the crown.â
âWeâll see, sweetheart,â Sevika murmured, pressing a lazy kiss to your temple. âWeâll see.â
#arcane#sevika#arcane headcanon#arcanexfemalereader#arcane x reader#arcanevixreadersmut#sevika x reader#sevika x you#sevika smut#sevika imagine#sevika arcane#arcane s2#wlw#sapphic#lgbtq#lgbtqia#lesbian#smut#degrading k1nk
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hii so like i had an idea where like reader and the twst boys are like fighting but then the enemy like cut the readers shirt and bra in half (stay with me now) and i think it would be funny if the twst would be panicking lowk because they didnt know if reader got hurt but reader is js annoying that her fav bra got cut (and she might have to pay crowley for a new uniform) đ
OKAYA OKAY THIS IS SO FUNNY TO ME SURE but lowkey when you said her bra got cut I was kinda suspicious on where this was going to untill I finished reading the whole thing, ANYWAYS!! (They lowkey me fr) I will write what you wish for...
Horrible accident
Riddle:
Absolutely worried if you got hurt lmao
Would probably be concerned about your mental health if you just say you didn't like how it ruined your favorite bra
Immediately checks if you're okay (like seeing if you got a scar or something)
Would be relieved that you didn't get hurt
Overall, he's gonna lecture you after the fight that you could've have gotten hurt and you only cared about your bra getting cut
Buys u a new one though
Leona
Lowkey this man is legit a woman respect juice drinker so he would look away before walking to you and covering his eyes while talking to you okay, we love woman respecters:3.
WORRIED BUT HIDES IT BUT FAILED MISERABLY
He literally thought you got SLASHED in the chest (by the enemy) but depending on how slashed you, if it's RSA then they boutta be prepared đ if it's a monster like random monster, then it's goodbye to their lives
Overall, he is worried and would NOT be disrespectful:3
He'll buy you a new bra lol
AZUL
Secretly SCREAMING internally in his mind when the fight is over dawg
Would send JADE (NOT FLOYD BC LOWKEY HE WOULD JUST LAUGH AT YOU B4 HELPING YOU) to check if you're okay if he notices that u legit got SLASHED that is VERY NEAR your CHEST
Would actually be redder then a tomato let's be fr
I'm not writing FANON azul okay (SPARE ME PLEASE I DON'T KNOW HOW TO PLAY TWISTED WONDERLAND)
Worried by would calm himself down (he's gonna buy you a new bra dw)
Would probably send Floyd to taunt the enemy
KALIM ( I THINK)
Lwokey FREAKY
But terrified if you were hurt
LIKE HELLO
YOU JUST GOT SLASHED NEAR THE CHEST AND YOUR SHIRT AND BRA GOT CUT
ANYONE WOULD BE TERRIFIED
Laughs it off after he found out you were worried about your bra instead of yourself â ïž
Buys u a new one wink wink
VIL
do NOT let this man knowâ ïžđ
HE'S MORE WORRIED ABOUT YOUR SKIN AND BEAUTY (probably)
Sends rook to check up on during the fight btw
Rook is kinds freaky but makes sure ur alright
After the fight, expect to get dragged to the shopping mall or smth like that
Makes crowley make u a new uniform! 1! 1! 1! 1 yeayahayay
IDIA
YOU KNOW THIS MAN IS NOT ON THE BATTLE GROUND. BRO GOT FORCED
He was lowkey with you the entire fight so when he saw the enemy cut your shirt and bra
He freaked out
Very.
Bro's hair finna be orange and pinkâ ïžâ ïž
Bros an interesting case cause I don't know how to write his personality
(Because he's an introvert and I'm basically a very very very experienced extrovert writer but lowkey I'm a introvert and extrovert combined soo)
Buys u a new bra through his tablet and like makes the shipper go to yours to deliver it (it's already paid dw)
MALLEUS
The enemy had a suicide note tbh
Bros fate got decided when malleus appeared behind himâ ïž
Later the enemy was out of the way!!! (Dead or like gone prbly ran away)
Checks up on u like looks away if the cut of the shirt is very large aka covers his eyes
Buys u a new bra and would lowkey pressure crowley into giving u a new uniform
I'M DONE I'M DONE finally THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR AGES I JUST HAD NO MOTIVATION
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Steddie where Eddie moves into a small house in a retirement mobile home park. He is the youngest guy there and is pretty handy. All the old ladies in the neighbourhood start to talk about him when he begins to offer his handyman skills to them as well.
One day after finishing up winterizing Mrs. Harringtonâs water supply to her trailer she invites Eddie inside for some tea to warm up. Winter hadnât hit yet but it was already nippy out she told him. Once inside she invites him to come over Sunday night to join her and her friends âbook clubâ. At first Eddie politely declines but once she explains to him that its all the old ladies in the neighbourhood sitting around drinking wine, smoking joints, and gossiping heâs in.
Enter Steve who visits his grandma every Sunday for dinner and sometimes stays for her gossip sessions with all the other bitties in the neighbourhood because the snacks are always great. Steve is surprised that week when the door bell rings and a hot long haired pierced man covered in tattoos is standing there instead of another old woman handing him her coat and cane. Steve sputters for a moment but then his grandmother is coming up behind him explaining this is the young man who fixed her water supply for her.
âWell um, thank you for that.â Steve nods awkwardly, watching over his shoulder as his grandmother waddled away back to her friends. âYou didnât have to come though, sorry if she twisted your arm about it, sheâs stubborn.â He rubbed at the back of his neck with a small chuckle.
âItâs okay I really donât mind.â Eddie smiled easily, inching his way into the house and Steveâs personal space. âSmoking weed with a bunch of old ladies and gossiping about my new neighbours sounds like a great way for me to spend my Sunday.â He winked.
âI- yeah it is pretty fun.â Steve agreed having not moved at all. âThe snacks are always great too, youâll have to try Bettyâs blondie cake itâs always my favourite.â Steve leaned in to whisper conspiratorially.
Eddie beamed back at him, eyes roving all over Steveâs face before pausing at his lips for a second then darting back up to his eyes. âLead the way then big boy.â Eddie bit his lip at how red Steveâs face got, he decided to push it slipping his hand into Steveâs.
âYeah- uh sure yeah.â Steve nodded dumbly staring at their connected hands for a moment before snapping out of it and tugging Eddie along. âEverything is set up in the living room, I just got the fire going to so it should be warm.â
By the end of the night Eddie and Steve were melted into one another on a small single seater in the corner of the room. They watched as all the ladies gathered their coats one by one as their husbands came to collect them.
âItâs sweet.â Steve sighed unprompted, his head lolled against Eddieâs shoulder. Eddie made a questioning noise so he continued. âSeeing their husbands come walk them back home at the end of the night. They arenât annoyed that their wives are giggly and a bit wobbly they are just happy they are happy and want to be there to take care of them.â
âYou are a sappy stoner Steve.â Eddie teased, he moved his hand over and dropped it onto Steveâs thigh giving it a squeeze. âCanât say I blame you though, it is very cute to see.â Eddie sighed before unsticking himself from Steveâs side and making his way to the door himself. âI better get going, no husband to come walk me homeâ. He blushed at the implication of his own words.
âIâll be your husband.â Steve blurted then immediately turned red. âI mean- I meant that I uhum-â
âYou can walk me home Steve.â Eddie smiled wide and teasingly. He looked his arm through Steveâs and tugged him through the door, waving goodbye to Mrs.Harrington with a promise to be back next week.
The walk was short considering Eddie was only 2 houses down and one across. They kept their arms looped the entire 3 minutes they walked, and once they reached the door Steve still hadnât let go.
âWell goodnight.â Steve spoke first, ducking his head away. He took a deep breath then looked back to Eddie determination on his face when he spoke. âSee you next week?â
Eddie smiled but shook his head, âI was hoping sooner, how does Wednesday sound?â He moved in closer his hand sliding down to Steveâs waist.
âWednesday is great I love Wednesday.â Steve nodded frantically then cringed. âI mean I donât actually love all Wednesdayâs just this one because we are-â
Eddie cut his rambling off with a kiss. He leaned in and connected their lips, his free hand coming up to cradle the back of Steveâs head.
Steve melted into the kiss, his body going lax in Eddieâs hold, âThanks for saving me from embarrassing myself further.â
âAnytime sweetheart.â
#eddie munson#steve harrington#steddie#stranger things ships#steve x eddie#stranger things#stranger things one shot#meet cute#strangers to lovers#flustered steve Harrington#eddie munson has peircings and tattoos#eddie munson knows how to flirt#confident eddie munson#gay steve harrington#steve harrington pov#handy eddie munson#gay eddie munson
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thinking about the rosberg family and how a kardashian or dts style documentary about them would be amazing.
you have keke rosberg, a hard racing cigar smoking legend of motorsport from one of it's most dangerous eras, whose name literally means pixie rose mountain. the man who basically invented formula one in finland but was hated by his own media for being too cosmopolitan and when they tried to recognise his achievements refused to let them put his face on a postage stamp because he wouldn't make money off of it. studied to be a dentist but missed the entrance exam and became a racing driver instead. got out of having to take german in school by persuading the master that he would never need it but as soon as he met a hot older german woman went so insane over her that he proposed just months after meeting her and agreed to make it their primary language at home. set a record for the fastest lap in f1 history that lasted until 2004, won his first f1 race and then won a world championship before he won his second. known as a crazy racer who would go through you if you didn't let him past. also the softest dad who loves his baby boy more than anything else.
then there's sina, the coolest person in the rosberg family. was so hot and smart and talented that a man willingly sacrificed his cultural identity to be her husband. professional interpreter who knows a bunch of languages and taught them to her polyglot son. married a f1 world champion but hated his driving so much that she drove herself everywhere, even to events that she attended with him. showed up finland's independence day ball in a suit and bow tie against all dress customs. planned to give birth on her own because it's basically the same thing as going to the dentist, and she doesn't need a man for that. has an f1 champion husband and son and still banned f1 talk in her house for nico's entire career. got so nervous watching her baby race that she vacuumed the entire apartment each time. ditched her husband in dubai so that she could make it to the track to see nico become world champion in person. got drunk and talked about keke's sperm on live television.
nico rosberg, the saddest wettest kitten who ever lived. the most beloved baby in the world. cried at everything as a child. cried when he lost at tennis and when he won. uber competitive. incredibly athletic, competing internationally in karting and tennis. total nerd who had no trouble with his schoolwork despite missing school constantly and got accepted into imperial college london to study engineering. at the time the youngest person to ever drive an f1 car. the biggest single cause of sexuality crises in motorsport since 2006. was once sponsored by the german version of mtv. nicknamed after a teen pop sensation. met the love of his life when he was four and hit her over the head with a bucket while they were making sandcastles. had an incredibly difficult incredibly public divorce from a man he was never legally married to. dropped the mic said thank u, next and is so so happy in his retirement. has stripped down to his underwear on television and done a river clean up in designer coats. boy mom to an orange cat, girl dad to human children. loves his daughters more than anything, the kind of man who will leave a 2 million dollar car on a hill to hitchhike, with his videographer, to his daughters's christmas party. can pinpoint the amount of time lost in a corner exactly and needs everyone to know about it. deeply annoying, absolutely hilarious, incredibly kind.
and of course, vivian. ceo of the rosberg family. still planning the long game revenge on nico for hitting her with a bucket when they were children, born in germany, studied design in milan, can party harder than f1 drivers. has done the interior design for private jets, because apparently that's a thing. owner, creator and namesake of the best rated ice cream shop in the balearics. makes her daughters matching outfits for a taylor swift concert and publicly teases her husband for not being a fan. stages elaborate christmas photos with a different colour theme every year. wore a white dress with turquoise louboutins and chanel bag to match nico's race suit in one of the most iconic and yet deeply underappreciated wag moments in f1 history. ruined them with champagne but didn't care. wants her children to be happy. definitely pegs her husband.
most interesting motorsport family of all time. forget dts, i just want to know about them
#the chances of this happening are less than zero#but. i want it#rosberg family#keke rosberg#nico rosberg#sina rosberg#vivian rosberg
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