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i fear we dont write femdoms being hard enough on characters like i need to see them get degraded and humiliated the same way sub! yn fics are written and in this essay i will

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chat i js graduated i am officially not a highschooler anymore (screaming and crying)

thankyou all for always being patient w my uploads, im juggling like a thousand art accs across multiple platforms LOL

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Do you still make marcille smut content?

YES

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I truly believe that if you nuzzled your head against Laios’, his heart would straight up skip a beat. Forehead touches are one of his favorite things to do with his partner. And nuzzling against each other’s necks.

I’m feeling fluffy this evening

oh, definitely.

once he finds a lover that he is absolutely smitten with, he turns into such a touch starved, cuddle bug. he seeks you out all the time, always wanting to hold a hand or share skinship with you.

it’s reassuring to him that you’re there— that you’re real. and that despite it all, you’re with him, touching him, loving him.

during the evening when you’re both settling down, feeling exhausted after a long day, his one respite is in your arms. in the small space tucked into your neck and shoulder, he breathes and lives in there. lips pressing against your pulse, laios will thank the stars that your heart beats for him. and oh, what an honor it was. he’ll scooch even closer, with his chest next to yours. as if he could just merge your two heartbeats into one singular organism.

he’s like a damn oversized dog, just sighing in content into you. like his beefy arms and meaty body doesn’t exist and he’d think himself a chihuahua, uncaring of how a big guy like him loves to be cradled and spooned.

the first few times he’s exposed to such intimate touch in a relationship is a bit awkward, not knowing what to do with his heart ticking like a crazy bomb. further into it, he mellows out a bit. and although his body isn’t vibrating in nervousness anymore, it still makes his insides churn.

oughghhwhh laios you are so fluffy, it just makes me want to smother him in affection.

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its such a crime that not a lot of people writes for sethos my glorious king

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reader is shorter than laios. written with modern au in mind. suggestive content.

sneaking up on laios while he’s cooking away at your kitchen.

snickering quietly to yourself before wrapping your arms around his torso, laios lets out a small ‘oomph’.

“baby, you’re so soft, ughhmm.” you groan into his back, hands coming up to shamelessly squish and prod at his stomach, slowly inching its way up to his chest. “my handsome man.”

he’s blushing, jaw hardening as he tries to focus on stirring the pot, failing to ignore the way your body heat radiates warmth into his own. “i’m cooking…” he pouts slightly with furrowed brows.

“senshi showed me this cool recipe he got to try during his trip in— mnghf-?!” your hands sneakily rest on top of his defined chest, patting it in appreciation. laios can hear you muttering behind him, something about his ‘pillow pecs’.

“he— s-showed me that building flavor when it comes to c-cooking soup is— is more— ghh.. more important than— haah..” with his eyebrows scrunched together, the heat from the pot— along with your groping has him getting all hot and bothered. “—than… being impatient and… adding the fl-flavors all at once…!”

you grin slyly, trailing your fingers down his shirt sneakily, pressing small kisses on the expanse of his back. “keep talking laios, i’m listening.”

feeling his tummy before slipping your hands under his clothing, you relish at the way his breath hitches. he takes a deep breath in order to ground himself before continuing, but when you suddenly squeeze at his pudgy flesh, he starts to let out a whine from the back of his throat.

“hngmmff…” your big hunk of a boyfriend whimpers out your name, seemingly getting lost into your touch. you smile devilishly before grazing the tips of your finger on his nipple, loving the way you can feel a shudder run through his body.

laios turns his head to look over his shoulder to you, whispering your name before you suddenly pull your hands from him and leaning away to rest your elbows on the kitchen island.

he looks at you with a pained expression, as if he was a dog who was forced to sleep outside of the bedroom. “b-but…”

“yes?” you raise an eyebrow, not at all feeling guilty about your shameless actions. “i don’t wanna disturb you while you’re cooking, baby. i’m not that mean.” you coo up at him, cupping his jaw at which he nuzzled into, letting out pitiful whines. what a cute puppy you had.

“well, i’m gonna take a shower.” laios frowns at that statement, not at all hiding his discontent. you lean up to press a kiss on his face, watching it bloom into a warm pink. “thank you for making dinner, angel. love you!! muah!”

and with that you walk off, not paying any mind to his unsatisfied expression.

laios sighs, turning back to his pot in defeat.

“i miss them already….” he thinks.

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gasps and coughs i need… need to upload on ao3

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reader is gn. 18+ mdni. DONT LIKE DONT READ

-> cw: dom/sub undertones, non sexual intimacy, established relationship.

cheng xiaoshi would subconsciously be into the whole light dom/sub thing. but he’s just not aware of it.

he doesn’t question it whenever you grab his jaw to run a finger over his lips, or when you pull his hair back everytime he feels excited and start running off, not even when you call him a good boy after watching him complete a mundane task for you.

lu guang notices, the ever observant man that he is, while qiao ling uses it as ammo to tease her little brother.

for cheng xiaoshi, it’s just so easy to fall into that position whenever he’s with you. his head is floating, body fizzing up like an acidic drink ready to pop its contents and burst all over the floor, but he knows you won’t let that happen, trusts you too well to catch him whenever he falls— to pull him back up if he gets too lost. cheng xiaoshi is loyal. he trusts you to take care of him, sometimes even unconsciously seeking your protection.

and he doesn’t doubt you, because why would he? his heart is in your palms, and he won’t question it. ever. not when he’s so obedient whenever you tell him to sit still on the stool near the bathroom sink, holding his toothbrush while you examine his teeth. not when you caress and look at him so tenderly.

he really doesn’t think it’s weird at all.

“i’m sorry, i don’t know why i’m being weird today.” he says with a strained smile, looking at you through the mirror as he feels your fingers tug to pull his hair into its usual knot.

giving him a small frown, you gently chide. “lu guang told me your last mission was a bit heavier than normal. don’t try to save face from me and be honest.”

cheng xiaoshi has the audacity to look guilty.

you think back to the kind boy you met in college, his past self that invited every stranger to join a basketball game with him, the boy you knew that was always thinking of others, the cheng xiaoshi who was selfless enough to share a piece of his lunch to a random classmate. your cheng xiaoshi.

“i think your heart is too big for you sometimes.” tucking his hair back, you move to stand in front of him to tilt his head up at you. “you aren’t always mindful of what you can handle. you feel so much for other people— and i love that about you, i really do… but you need to realize you have needs too, that you should take care of yourself first.”

his jaw hardens, a wasteful atempt at keeping his emotions back, though he failed when you could so clearly see at his eyes getting glossy.

“can you do that for me, sweet guy? you promise to prioritize yourself first?” he sniffs, hands coming to grip on to your waist. you hold his gaze firmly but gently, it makes him feel things that he can’t explain.

cheng xiaoshi nods.

“is this how we do things now?” you raise a brow at him. “words, xiaoshi.”

his cheeks show a faint of pink, mouth forming into a small pout. “i promise.”

you pet his hair, smoothening out some ruffles. “good boy. that’s it.”

really, how can he ever question your hold on his heart? when you’re nothing but perfect for him. and he can be good for you too, he thinks. he wants to be. especially if you keep pampering him like that— really, how could he ever question it?

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i hope the ao3 curse won’t reach me cause i need to unleash some diabolical shit in there that i can’t put out here

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Too Late to Object - F!Reader x Sethos

Featured Column - Genshin Impact

He offers. She scoffs. And then he actually follows through—with a grin that’s harder to shake than the desert dust.

✒️ Word Count: 498 🏷️ Relevant Tags: Fluff | Helping Out

[Name] didn’t usually complain.

That’s what made it worse.

She was good at walking. Great, even. Better than Sethos, if you asked her. She could cross dunes on autopilot, sidestep quick sand with her eyes closed, and climb up half-buried temples just to prove a point. But none of that changed the fact that her new boots had decided to betray her, rubbing just enough to blister both heels with a stubborn pulsing pain that got worse with every step.

She said nothing for most of the day. Adjusted her stride, winced quietly, gritted her teeth when the sand shifted wrong beneath her.

Of course, Sethos had noticed this.

They were already within sight of the outpost when he slowed his pace, turned slightly, and gave her a look that said he knew exactly what she was doing, and was going to be as annoying as possible about it.

“Want me to carry you?”

[Name] scoffed. “Absolutely not.”

��Are you sure? I’m very strong.” He flexed dramatically. “Lean muscle. Scholar’s core.”

“You trip over your own boots when you’re distracted.”

“Ah, but I’d be so focused on you, how could I possibly trip?”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re not carrying me.”

Sethos slowed more. Fell into step beside her instead of ahead. And then, without warning, he reached over, scooped her legs from under her, and hoisted her off the ground in one seamless movement.

[Name] let out a startled, indignant laugh—half-shriek, half-snort. “Sethos!”

“Too late,” he said, grinning up at her like a cat who’d finally caught the ribbon. “You missed your window to object.”

She swatted at his shoulder, but her other hand instinctively grabbed the edge of his cloak to steady herself. “You’re going to drop me. Or pull something.”

“Please. Pull my pride? That's long gone. My back? Surprisingly cooperative. You’re not even that heavy.”

“You really don’t know when to stop.”

“Oh, I do.” He tilted his head, mock thoughtful. “I just don’t want to.”

[Name] bit back a smile, the kind that itched at the corner of her mouth. The kind that only showed up when he said things that sounded like jokes but maybe weren’t. She could feel the slow, steady pace of his steps now, the shift of his arms beneath her, the warmth of his body radiating through that damn soft tunic he always wore when they weren’t in combat.

It was ridiculous.

It was infuriating.

It was… kind of nice.

“You know this is going to give you ideas,” she said, voice dry.

“Too late for that, too.”

She let her head fall back, watching the burnt-orange sky overhead, and sighed—not in exasperation, but the kind that sounded suspiciously close to contentment.

“I’m not thanking you,” she muttered.

“Then don't.”

Still, he carried her the rest of the way. Not out of necessity. Not because she asked. Just because he wanted to—and because she let him.

Which, they both knew, said more than either of them would admit.

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I was wondering how Kabru will react if his s/o sometimes tease him in any scenarios. For example s/o likes to tease the hell out of him til he has enough. Maybe add a bit of competition. Like I wanna see him struggle being on the top and having control

a wee bit (onesided) frenemies to lovers. ooc kabru. this came out wayyy more diff from this request, im sorry anon !!! hope you can enjoy it still

oh he HATES you. legit. fr. but he loves it.

he's giddy and excited. someone matching his wavelength?? and also someone he can kiss? very ecstatic even though he hides it under his cool exterior.

but he hates just how good you can be. it's always a back and forth with you two, a dance he is familiar with and has come to love— until you suddenly pull his wrist and make him tango, leading his stumbling around your toes while you dip and twirl his head. metaphorically of course.

kabru's not gonna lie, he was a bit annoyed with you when you first joined the party. it just seemed like you had the knack of irritating him. calling him names, commenting on his personality, he swore you were mocking him!

"hey pretty boy, what's the plan?" "boss, can you use your butter mouth for this meal discount?" "you done stalking the touden siblings now?" (kabru whips his head towards you, an offended look on his face. "i am not stalking anybody..!" you give him a deadpan look, "sure.")

eventually, he starts dishing out his own words too. he thought he could be the bigger man, taking your childish jabs and dealing with it like a mature adult, but even he has his limits.

"didn't peg you as an alcoholic." humming at the sight of wine barrels lined up on his bedroom wall, you smirk at him. "we should go drink sometime." he mentally groans, "yeah well, you don't even need wine for you to act like a lunatic."

(jumping to the future, he realized that was you trying to ask him out. oops.)

but during one evening, with the other members having already fallen asleep and you keeping guard, he finally has a chance to clear up the (one sided) animosity with you two.

sitting on the floor and leaning on your sword's handle, you stare into the distance, daydreaming and whatnot when kabru approaches you from behind. you yawn before looking up at him.

"hey, blue eyes. you should sleep soon, can't let our leader pass out in the middle of—"

he fumes, frustration sizzling and burning inside his chest. feelings he can't label and comprehend starts bubbling from the depths of his heart. kabru's confused, angry, and tired. and maybe he was just stressed, maybe he just lacked sleep, or maybe the accumulation of all your teasing has gotten to him.

"don't call me that." he narrows his eyes at you. "you... you always try to find a way to get me mad, don't you?"

your eyebrows furrow and before you could get a word out he exclaims, "i don't know what your problem is with me, but i tried to be a good leader and not let it affect our positions in the team but i'm exhausted of you always mocking me."

"boss— kabru, that's not what—"

he grins bitterly, face contorted, "you think i'm just a pretty face who has no spine, don't you? someone who sucks up to any ass in here just to keep going— that i'm just here to compete? well, say it to my face, just say what you think of me."

your mouth twitches and look him dead in the eye. "i like you."

kabru stands there dumbfoundedly. ah?

"i-i have for a long time now. i thought i was being obvious?" you laugh nervously. "i mean, i don't exactly hide it. i didn't think... that you would take it in a different way. i mean... i am pretty brainless and stupid with—with my words but... i call you pretty b-because you are! i think you having a way with your words is impressive, and... i like your eyes."

at this point you were flapping your arms around, shifting from one foot to another in a flustered state. kabru watches with his jaw on the ground.

his face is flushed, eyes wide open as he sweats. what? he thinks to himself.

<3

you still quote that night with every chance you get, reminding kabru of— despite his abilities with reading people—had not guessed your intentions at all.

"i'm still sorry, i didn't think that my words would sound... negative to you. i understand why now." you say softly from beside him, tummy full after a warm dinner. "i'm working on that habit for now."

kabru huffs out a sound of amusement at the memory, "and i'm sorry for blowing up on you. i should have just asked."

snickering quietly, "yeah, just couldn't fathom me— super hot, super chill, and so very sexy, me— liking you, huh?" you punctuate your words with a nudge to his side.

"well, maybe we shouldn't forget who fell for who first." he said with a tilt to his voice. "you were charmed."

and just like that night, you laugh nervously, "i mean... never really claimed to be immune to your..." sneaking a glance at him, kabru smirks, his eyelashes fluttering slightly to your direction. "your.... erm... f-face. pretty face.." you cough into a fist.

"just be glad that i'm into you. feel honored." huffing, you look away for a split second and miss the way his gaze softened.

he was glad. very much so.

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i feel like we arent realizing our full gooner potential so im gonna pop out with a filthy one after im done with the requests

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the way you write kabru is genuinely SO good! i love the way you characterise him 🙏🏾🙏🏾 is it okay to ask some reverse comfort w kabru. I'd say kabru partner see how much he's a chronically people please and like one day he's just tired of doing this/putting a facade? idk if its make sense 💭💭💭

i agree, that boy needs a break :(

possible ooc kabru. gn reader. lowkey written in a rush

you roll around in the plush bed, groggily squinting at the darkness. you hear keys jiggling, books being tossed haphazardly on a table and a small thud before its followed by a small ‘ow’.

“kabru..?” you choke out through your sleep ridden voice.

he hisses in pain, you can tell he’s rubbing at wherever he’s been hit.

“yes? i’m sorry i didn’t mean to wake you up.”

humming, you pat the spot next to you on the bed. “no, ‘s okay, come here.”

he settles beside you with a sigh, your arms immediately coming out to cradle his head into your chest.

“i’m so tired…” he whispers as you push back his soft locks. he wiggles under your hold, trying to find a comfortable position. “its as if we’ve never left the dungeon. but instead its like— social warfare.”

“well, you’ve always had a knack for meddling about in politics and whatnot.”

he frowns. you take in his face, his tired eyes, the dark bags under it, his furrowed brows.

you gently rub away at the lines forming on his forehead. “your sense of justice won’t let you rest?” you say it in a joking way, chuckles dying shortly after.

kabru closes his eyes and keeps quiet. sensing that he wasn’t in any mood, you cradle his neck before tucking his face into your body.

“i know you- you always feel like it has to be you. that no one else is willing enough to take on the burden, the weight.”

lifting his head and catching his gaze, you smile reassuringly. “but you don’t have to keep that front with me. never with me. don’t make it seem like its only you that’s willing to adjust and… handle everything. not when you have me.”

kabru frowns, “but—“

“let me talk. listen.” you whisper firmly but gently, making him nod in response.

“if you can’t be selfish out there, then do it in here. be weak, be tired. you’re so much more than what you think you are or… or pretend to be.” taking his hand and pressing a kiss to his knuckles, you tuck in a lock of his hair behind his ear.

“okay?”

he smiles, the wrinkles under his eyes visible under your gaze as he whispers. “okay. thank you.”

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yall i got asked out by a girl

this is gonna fuel my work

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hi everyone !!! ill probably be able to update in a week or two

my class’ exhibit starts tomorrow and next week is prom !! so im very busy, please be patient </333

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hi chat, im swamped with stuff so expect some reqs to be done slower 💔