#drabbles!

HIMBO!REINER x BIMBO!READER (black coded)

the cuuutest duo, they would be! they’re both so openly affectionate and giggly with each other, it would be the most adorable display. himbo!rei’s always in tight tees or tanks that make it easy to flex his thick biceps, and his precious girl is never seen without a short frilly skirt, bubblegum-pink heels, flattering push-up bras, lacy tank tops, or all of the above. he loves kissing her glossed lips; they taste like candy. the sweetest thing, she is. he unashamedly displays his feelings for her, as he wears his heart on his sleeve. that man’s gonna gush about his girlfriend all. the. time! his friends on the football team are just about sick of him. reiner doesn’t care, though. you’re forever on his mind, and he can’t bring himself to hide it. not to mention that he’s the kindest boyfriend the universe could bless you with! his arms are always wrapped around your waists, smothering your face with kisses, treating you like nothing short of a princess ❤︎ rei-rei’s an enthusiastic lover, same as bimbo!reader, bracelet-clad arms thrown around his neck to pull him in for a sugary smooch. those manicured hands of yours are always looped around his firm arm, or rubbing down his broad chest. reiner loves having you this close, especially because you smell like heaven. smooth, brown-hued skin hinted with traces of— vanilla, is it? maybe strawberry? or cotton candy? his replies to your adoring touchiness are usually laughs of flattery, cheeks dusted pink at your sweet affection. the both of you may be a little . . . airheaded, sure, but it’s only ‘cause your minds are clouded with pure love >.<

you, alex, and a tasty treat. what could possibly go wrong?

smut. ft. focus!alex.

Kel is an Alpha. Like, she starts as a page unpresented because they all do, and so everyone is all focused on her being a girl, and like, all the primary gender stuff is like canon.

And non-magic users are usually betas and magic users are usually alphas or omegas, so like, no one thinks much about secondary dynamics in that regard because it's obvious.

Except usually is not always. And a few people suspect, because she is such a good leader and protective, (not Kel, of course) but no one knows until she presents.

And then, like, she's still a girl, there's still loads of people who say she shouldn't be a page, a squire, a knight, but some of them simmer down because alpha knights are highly respected. Mostly just a wait-and-see kind of quiet, not actually believing in her.

Kel is Kel and largely oblivious to all of this, just trying to be a good person, and Raoul takes her on as squire because he sees her leadership qualities and whether they are dynamic related or just Kel is irrelevant, they deserve to be nurtured.

(Neal is an omega, as is Alanna. This makes them an unconventional knight/squire pair but also an awesome one I would happily read about their adventures (although that's also true in canon). Jon is an Alpha, Daine is an alpha, Numair is an omega, Thayet and Raoul and Dom are betas. George is an alpha. (Please imagine George and Jonathan snarling at each other but also immense respect because both leaders of their respective domains. ) )

(I am imagining the general attitude of tortall to be male alpha > male omega > male beta ~= female alpha > female omega > female beta. but nobility/class is an even more important axis, so that's not like, absolute.)

And then Kel is knighted and given command of Haven and actually I am not sure this changes all that much really. She's still her determined protective self and claims all the residents and animals as Hers and in need of protection and really the real test is versus the male alphas but like... she is a stronger alpha at holding the respect of basically everyone and can stand up to King Jonathan and like - she will back down, but that's not dynamics related that's he's the king, and there's basically no one else she would back down to. The weak and small and hurt and poor are Hers and she will fight for them. ... she doesn't want to beat King Jonathan, that would just distract her from what really matters.

“are you done being mad at me?” wakasa raises a brow, and you’re almost inclined to throw the knife in your hand at his head—but, given that he’ll simply dodge it, and you’ll just have a ruined wall, you decide to fight the urge. he sighs when you don’t answer, pulling a chair from your dining table and seating himself as he watches you make dinner.

still enough for two, he notes, and a small spark lights up from his fingertips all the way to his heart.

“i told you it was an accident, don’t be so mad all the time,” he groans, and the glare you shoot him makes him roll his eyes.

and it’s not like he meant to forget your date, he usually always remembers. it’s one time, and wakasa can’t understand why it’s such a big deal.

“are you gonna just cry over one missed date for two days now?” he asks, irritation lacing his voice. “we could’ve gone on like three dates by now if you just stopped sulking,” he mutters, picking at his nails, and a part of you wants to scream at him, wants to throw all the dishes in the sink at him as he tries to dodge them all, but another part—a part you’re trying so hard not to show—simply wants to cry.

and you know how he is, you knew before you ever got involved with him, you know he’s not the most expressive guy—but somehow, despite it all, you just wish he’d at least look like he’s trying.

“hey,” he says seriously, eyes finally hardening with a firmness you know all too well. you don’t think you can handle this conversation right now. “enough is eno—”

“please leave,” you whisper. wakasa pauses, staring at you incredulously as you don’t even spare him a glance. he thinks it’s because you’re mad—you know it’s because if you do, the dam will break.

it’s so silly, so incredibly sensitive of you. you’ve been dating for months, the honeymoon stage is long over, but still. you couldn’t stop yourself from trying to make your eight month milestone with wakasa special—and you thought there could be the slightest chance he’d feel the same.

but he forgot. and you feel dumb. you feel like an overly sentimental fool, and even if you try and tell yourself you’re simply overreacting, you can’t help but let the hurt blossom.

and you’re sure your boyfriend will look at you like you’re a fool too—and you certainly feel like one—so the best thing to do is avoid him until the feelings fizzle out.

but wakasa seems adamant on that not happening.

“what?” he inquires, and your eyes betray you, casting themselves as traitors as they let hot tears stream down your face. you angle your body away so he can’t see, hoping he doesn’t notice, but almost instantly, there’s a presence hovering behind you. “what’s wrong? shit—okay look, i didn’t mean to forget, alright? that was on me, it just slipped my mind—kay look. don’t cry or nothing, alright?”

“just go away,” you sniffle, twisting to avoid the arms that move to wrap around your waist, and for a second, you think you’ve probably ruined everything.

he’s probably tired of your overreacting, and the thought makes you wrap your arms tightly around yourself, biting your lip as you fight the wobble.

“baby, just talk to me,” he mumbles, arms wrapping around you once more. this time, they’re a bit more determined, and they don’t let you escape. a soft kiss plants itself to the back of your neck, and you feel yourself get pulled into an sturdy chest. “what’s got you upset? the date? were you excited for that restaurant? i’ll take you right now, but don’t cry—”

“it’s not the stupid restaurant,” you sniffle, giving up and leaning your weight into him. it’s silent for a moment, and then you’re being turned, warm hands cupping your cheeks and tilting your head up to meet wakasa’s gaze. his heart breaks a little at the glassiness of your eyes.

“then what’s got you all worked up, hmm?” he asks softly, and his thumb soothes over your cheek. the words almost tumble out of your mouth, but you stop yourself—and he can sense it. “tell me,” he says simply. “i want to fix it.”

and before you can hesitate, you’re blurting out, “it was our eighth month.” you look down, not meeting his eyes. “wanted it to be special. but that’s dumb, it’s okay, i was just bei—”

“ah fuck,” he curses. “knew i was forgetting something importa—okay, okay. new plan,” he murmurs, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead, and you blink, brows furrowing that he’s not rolling his eyes, and he’s not telling you to get over it, and he’s not annoyed. “you finish up dinner, i’ll get you the fanciest reservation for tomorrow, kay? no more tears though,” he brushes away the last few on your cheek, hugging your waist as you process his words.

“what?”

“you heard me,” he whispers, voice husky as he trails kisses down your jaw, burying his face into your neck. “‘m sorry, baby. didn’t mean to forget.”

and it hits you that maybe you got it all wrong, that maybe you weren’t fair on wakasa. of course he cares, and a silly little eight month milestone isn’t silly to him if it’s important to you. you wrap your arms around his neck, shuffling closer.

“got all dressed up and cute that night,” you pout. “you didn’t even get to see.” he nods, rubbing small circles into your back.

“this is horrible news,” he mumbles. “i really missed out.”

“you did,” you nod, and he presses another kiss to your neck.

“s’okay, you’ll get all dolled up for me tomorrow, won’t you?” and finally, a small smile forms on your lips as you nod, relaxing fully into his embrace as he stays rubbing your back, the hurt and doubt and anger from before all melting away.

yeah, maybe you got it all wrong.

“you don’t deserve it,” you mutter.

“yeah, i don’t,” he agrees. pulling away, he looks at you with a small smirk, leaning in as his forehead meets yours. “but you’ll still do it for me anyway, right?”

and when you nod, his lips crash into yours, and you think maybe he is expressive—in his own annoying little way.

pairing: kaeya x f!reader

cw: toxic dynamic. unhealthy relationship. arguing. slapping (reader to kaeya), fighting, biting, blood, hair pulling, wrestling, smut. no prep, rough sex. no protection. kaeya is a bit of a masochist. public sex? quickie. poor diluc :// sorry diluc :// i promise ill make it up to you and write a fic where kaeya almost catches you fucking the reader </3

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kaeya ducks as the glass you threw at him sails over his head and shatters against the back wall.

diluc is going to kill him if you don't first.

he has to bite back the wild grin threatening to tear across his face as he pokes his head back up. you look furious, glare marring your pretty features, eyes aflame.

god, you look good.

"you son of a bitch–" you curse him and there's plenty of tables and chairs between the two of you so he feels relatively safe in his place across the room from you. because of the distance, you opt for another glass and lob it at him. again, he ducks, let's the glass shatter above his head and rain down in a flare of sparkling light that catches gold in the tavern.

you always believed atsumu would choose you.

it’s in the way he’d look at you, like you were the best thing in his life. he knew how to get through you, and you ran after him like a chick longing for warmth. it’s in the faint words he’d mutter on your skin, and the touches accompanied by reassurance after a long day. he’d come to you and tell you his problems before she even knew the existence of them, and you loved it. you felt important. atsumu knew that, but still, he decided to continue searching for something that could lighten his path, and clear his head. sadly, you were a small pebble on his journey. at the time you didn’t know, but, every time atsumu would complain about his girlfriend, the tunnel atsumu found himself submerged into, eventually concluded. as for you, it only started.

the moment atsumu knocked on your door, you supposed something bad was gonna happen. he was wearing extremely fancy clothes, his hair brushed back and the strong hit of his cologne almost made you dizzy. what did make you dizzy, was the way he rejected your offer to come inside.

his body swayed and you couldn’t tell if he wasn’t able to look you in the eye, or if he simply didn’t want to. still, you wait for him to speak up.

“we can’t do this anymore,” it’s what comes out of his mouth.

you were probably really naive. all you could do after his words was to stare at him, suddenly feeling small, almost indecent in front of a man you had given your everything to.

“what do you mean?” is all you can say, genuinely wishing he’s playing a sick joke on you.

but he’s not, and you know what’s coming next.

anybody that could watch the scene unfold would believe you were completely senseless. suddenly tears falling from your eyes and the weeping getting stuck in your throat when you realized atsumu didn’t want to deal with your crying, your heart continued to shrink.

every night he’d hold you tight in his strong arms, and even though he barely talked about you, he did talk about the women waiting for him every time he was there, at your place. atsumu promised you he didn’t love her anymore, he repeated the same phrase every time you opened your mouth to take him in. calloused hands roaming around your body as he chanted how much better you were, how he wished he could’ve met you before her. did you believe it all? of course you did. because every time atsumu paused to look at you, there was nothing but adoration in his eyes - it was your fault for confusing infatuation with real love.

“you don’t love her,” you whisper, with no ill intentions but to know the truth, hoping he feels he’s acted morally wrong, but that deep inside, he loves you, even though he never pronounced the words to you.

“i realized i do, and i don’t want to lose the woman i love.”

you let him go - it’s not like you have a choice when he takes a step back and leaves your sight. still, you hope, and wait, for him to come knocking on your door again.

you wait, and wait by the door, by the window, around the places you’d sometimes catch a glance of each other, and the streets you’d kiss around like two teeneagers in love.

but the moment you decide to go back to the place you met him for the first time, the sight in front of you finally breaks the news.