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hijackalx · 1 year ago

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GHOST +18

SUMMARY: Gortash helps you remember what your relationship with him was like.

WORD COUNT: 4000

UNDER THE CUT: F!reader, good dark urge reader, hard dom gortash, degradation, praise kink, spanking, daddy kink, sadism and masochism, SLIGHT NONCON, some angst at the end

You watch as the crowd disperses, chattering amongst themselves. The once quiet hall becomes an echo chamber for indiscernible voices; you quickly begin to search for an escape before the socializing gives you a headache.

The coronation wasn't worth your time. You didn't even get to speak to Gortash before he disappeared into the sea of people, and your chances of finding him now are slim.

You needed so badly to speak to him about the situation at hand; you hoped he'd be willing to come to a compromise. There's little desire for conflict in your veins— is it bad to admit that sometimes you wish this weight was bestowed upon someone more combative?

You push through bodies, interrupting minglers and meaningless conversations. "Oh, I'm so wealthy!' 'Yes, yes, me as well!" you mock them under your breath, putting on your most haughty persona. The topics that enthrall patriars never quite intrigued you.

As far as you can remember, at least.

You knock shoulders with one of them, though you remain in character. "My deepest apologies, good sir," your voice comes out nasally, your nose held high with a level of snootiness.

Their hand graces your upper arm, each finger laced coldly with steel. It's not a dismissing touch, but a grab. It wraps around your bicep, holding you in place. Your body tenses, shoulders shooting upright— perhaps your impression was a bit too insulting.

"U-uh—" you laugh nervously while your eyes follow their way up to their face. Your heartbeat stutters in your chest, a stillness overcoming you like a startled rabbit.

A man stands before you; his eyes sunken, his hair cut haphazardly, his skin tanned and scarred. You know who this is.

"You," his deep voice finds you through the noise. "I've been looking for you. For a moment, I was worried that you’d left." he doesn't release you, as if he's afraid to lose you again.

"Gortash," you mutter, your gaze darting over his features. "I... was looking for you as well, actually." you're totally and utterly surprised by the fact he even acknowledged you, let alone had been seeking you out.

"Enver," he speaks, and you don't quite understand what he means until you notice the playful raise in his brow; he's correcting you. How... informal of him to suggest you call him by his first name.

He finally removes his grip from your arm. A gentle grin pulls at his lips, and he seems to try to hide it behind the wine in his glass. There's a beat of silence, and during it you catch his eyes not-so-subtly gracing over your figure. "Your dress is lovely," is all he says, and you suddenly feel that your garment is too revealing.

Your arm lays over your stomach and fastens to the other, as if that would some how barricade you from his scrutinizing gaze. So, the Archduke is a bit of a pervert— not something you expected, but something you can deal with, nonetheless.

"I, um— listen—" you begin, yet struggle to pull your thoughts together in the chaos. "Is there... somewhere else... we could talk?"

His eyes suddenly appear more lively, though there's something else inside them that you can't quite place. "Of course." he places his glass down on a nearby waiter's tray. You're shocked as he places a palm towards the middle of your back, making contact with the bare skin through the window of your dress. He guides you out of the crowd, and you're amazed at how easily he wades through it as his obstacles yield to him.

He takes you toward a dark, spiral staircase. You're not sure if he's being polite when he insists you go ahead or if he's attempting to peek up your dress, and you try not to think about it.

Once you reach the top, your body is caressed by the cool, night air. You stop in your tracks, amazed at how the city glows in the dark. You can hear the sounds of the bustling streets, and the faint hum of the gathering downstairs.

"Magnificent, isn't it?" Enver's voice appears behind you and you flinch. You'd forgotten he was there. "As are many things that bend so pliantly to my will."

You turn around to meet his eyes, how they look up at you from under his brow, steady and ravenous. There's a pit that opens up in your stomach— his plans are sinister, and you need the upcoming conversation to be enough to stop them.

Suddenly, you're attacked by a barrage of self-doubt. What a heavy task for someone as measly as you.

The wind blows through the both of you, pulling at your hair and clothing as if saying to stop stalling. Your eyes flit to the ground once before allowing him to lead you further.

He opens another door for you, this one leading to what you believe is an office. Your bodies are bathed in the warm candlelight as you enter. You approach the long, many-seated table in the immediate vicinity as the sound of him closing the large doors fills the chamber.

You observe the architecture, feeling a sense of awe at being in the presence of such expensive tastes. Enver walks around you, heading to a compartment holding many different kinds of liquor. "I keep the good stuff in here," he comments, the bottle in his grasp clinking against the others as it's removed. "Although, I rarely have the pleasure of sharing it with guests as enchanting as yourself."

His words seem to carry an implication of familiarity. You turn to him with a raised brow. "You know why I'm here?" Your mind flits back to earlier— you remember him saying something about looking for you as well.

With a still hand he pours the cinnamon-colored liquid into both of your glasses. He doesn't look up as he responds, "Do you really believe me to be so dull?" he lets out a small laugh, placing the cork back into the bottle. "Besides, my intuition tells me we both want the same thing."

"... We do?" you mutter in disbelief. Had you been wrong about him? Is he really willing to hear you out so easily?

He hands you your glass. "We do." he raises his drink to you as if to toast, then brings it to his mouth. As he lets the drink disappear down his throat, his eyes remain on yours. This time, you feel that you may be able to trust whatever is behind them.

You join him with a small sip, and there is a short moment shared between you two. You notice just how close he's standing to you, but for some reason you don't step away. Your gaze falters from his own, shakily sneaking a glance at his lips, then his neck, and his exposed chest...

You stop there, quickly darting your pupils back upwards. You notice him still staring, and you wonder if perhaps your eyes explored just a bit too much.

Flustered, you turn around and place your palms on the table. "I—I'm sorry, this is just... a bit much for me." you try to compose yourself, feeling the start of your proposal bubbling to the surface. With a sigh, you begin, "Gor— Enver, I wanted to discuss the future of—"

You can't get any more words out— not even a sound. Your eyes widen, your temperature rising throughout your entire body like a surging wildfire. The only thing you can focus on is his lips on your neck and his body pressed against yours as he pins your hands to the tabletop.

Your breath quivers, heart in your throat. What is happening?

His mouth begins making its way downwards. You shiver out of your frozen state. With a swift, freeing elbow to his ribcage, you turn and shove him away from you.

He stumbles backward, the emotions on his face cycling too quickly for you to make something of it. Eventually, anger is the one that settles and stays. "What in the hells is the matter with you?!"

Your hand grips the glass on the table tightly, ready to use it as a weapon if you must. "I— what's the matter with me?! You just came onto me! I don't even know you!"

"What else did you expect, you little—" A crease forms between his brows. "... You don't know who I am?" his voice appears more softly, harboring confusion.

"Well, yes, you are the Archduke— but you know what I mean! Y-you don't just walk up to any stranger with their back turned and start kissing their neck!"

He glances away for a moment, shoulders relaxing as he finds the answers he's seeking inside the night’s prior instances. "You and I are hardly strangers, my dear."

You go quiet.

No— your memory can't have failed you again, not here. Not with him. You'd remember, surely you would.

With an inquiring grin, he approaches you slowly. "So it’s true. How curious." he studies you as if you're a freshly discovered specimen. "If you don't remember what we were, do you even remember what you are?"

His words rattle you to your core. To imply that your relationship with him was so deeply intertwined with who you once were— it almost makes you sick.

"You're lying," you respond quickly, regardless of whether you think he is or not. You won't accept otherwise.

"Am I?" he stops mere inches from your face, as if to allow you to see the truth through his eyes. They delve into yours, carrying an intensity that yours lack, a confidence that you wish wasn't there.

He hums. "Allow me to jog your memory." with a deep inhale, he opts to press his lips against yours. Your trembling body leans into the table behind you, backing further and further away from him until you can't anymore. He kisses you, and for some reason, you let him. You don't make any extravagant attempts to rid yourself of him— instead, you allow him to have you, as if on instinct.

The kiss lasts a few seconds, and he lingers for a moment before pulling away. You feel an emptiness on your lips, your fingertips leaving the glass at your side to reach up and gently inspect the area.

"First, we were accomplices. You, a chosen of Bhaal; I, a chosen of Bane,” he looks you directly in the face as he speaks, making sure you’re listening intently. “After so much time together, we took an interest in each other, particularly each other's bodies," he explains, "We were so young and knew so little— but we learned from each other. Experimented with each other—"

You shift underneath where he has you trapped against the table. You sink into yourself, your chin tucking down in shame. You're not sure how you feel about all of this, but you do know that there's a growing warmth between your thighs.

Even if your mind fails to remember what you two did together, your body knows.

His head tilts so that he speaks into your ear. "And, Gods, the things you'd let me do to you," as if reliving the memory, he almost moans, the lilt to his tone making your stomach lurch.

”N-no…” you mumble, though there is little substance behind the word.

He lowers himself, his mouth hovering over your neck once again. His breaths fan your sensitive skin before pressing his lips to it.

You twitch, your hand involuntarily coming up to rest in his hair. He hears how your breath hitches, and you feel him smile against you as he sucks softly.

His restless hand finds itself on your thigh, slipping into the slit of your dress. The cold material of his gauntlets raises goose bumps on your skin, your muscles tensing every time he reaches just inches from your core.

He pulls his lips from you with a pop, slightly breathless.

"It became an addiction. We'd meet up at every opportunity— almost every night just to fuck," he says with enough emphasis to make you realize just how filthy your past together was. “Hells, I even remember asking you what your father thought of his prized offspring becoming my personal little whore."

You burn hot with embarrassment, though some part of you likes the name he's given you. "... a- and?" you hate yourself for playing into whatever this is, but you can't help it. You want him to keep talking.

He laughs, "you said you didn't give a shit. Can you imagine that? Daddy's little girl willing to sacrifice everything just so she wouldn't have to go a day without me fucking her into the mattress.” he gives you a lift onto the table, both of his hands roughly pulling your thighs apart so he can place himself between them.

As if acting on its own, you fail to notice how your body arches into him, begging for his touch. "Enver..." you moan quietly, the sensation feeling so familiar on your tongue. The memories he describes to you seem so real yet so distant. You want to remember them, to experience them.

His chest rises and falls quicker by the minute. As his hand comes up to direct you by your jaw, the gold points on his fingertips leave indents in your skin. "You have no idea how elated I was to get news of your reappearance. I don't have words to explain how badly I've missed you— your body."

Unable to compose himself any longer, he finally stops teasing and slams his mouth into yours. He's aggressive and rough; the biting, smacking your teeth together kind of rough. You struggle to keep up with him, balancing yourself with an arm over his shoulders until he pushes you onto your back. Impatiently, he rips his sharp gauntlets from his hands, the objects landing somewhere on the floor with a clatter.

He runs his bare hands over the curves of your body, taking in the sight as if it's the first time. You lift your back as he reaches for the zipper of your dress, his adrenaline-ridden fingers fumbling before undoing it successfully. You help him wriggle yourself out of it.

The cold air hits your exposed breasts, your nipples erect and sensitive. His calloused thumb brushes over one before he tightly squeezes your tit, an obvious attempt to hear your voice. He's delighted when you gasp in both pain and pleasure, his mouth meeting yours to devour the sound. He then quickly trails down your neck to pepper kisses over your chest.

He takes one of your nipples into his mouth, purposefully grazing it with his teeth before soothing it with his tongue. Your hand tangles in his messy hair, lifting yourself into him.

His opposite hand sneaks into your panties, toying with your clit in a cruel fashion. He pinches and teases, refusing to give you what you want. Frustrated, you reach down to move his hand out of the way, to which he grabs and restrains. You try the same with the other, and he repeats.

"Insubordinate little slut," he mumbles under his breath as he pushes his knee between your legs, providing pressure but no friction. "You want to do it yourself?" he says meanly, slightly irritated by your actions.

You immediately begin rubbing against his thigh, finally feeling some relief. You exhale, feeling waves of pleasure course through you.

He peers down between your bodies to watch, his erection prominent in his pants. "Fuck, that's right. Show me how badly you need it."

Your hips eventually start to stutter, unable to continue as you lose yourself in the sensation. "I- I can't," you whine, unsatisfied as you fail to keep your rhythm.

He smiles sadistically at how you struggle. "Oh, you can't?" he pouts mockingly. "Poor thing."

You know what he wants, it sits in the back of your mind, ready without second thought. You've been here before. "P-please,” you choke out. "Please, I need you. Fuck me, please," your voice comes out pathetically, happy to continue begging until you get what you desire.

As if on cue, he flips you onto your stomach, your ass stuck in the air and your cheek pressed to the hardwood. He takes your arm and folds it behind your back, holding you in place. "You say that like I was going to give you a choice." You see how he leers down at you through the corner of your eye, a wolfish look on his features. You don't know how much truth there is to his words, but your pussy flutters anyway.

He runs a finger over your folds, the friction from your underwear making you jump. You whimper his name, completely at his mercy. With a huff, he rips your panties off of you, splitting the delicate fabric in half.

Pausing for a moment, he admires the glistening wetness between your thighs. He kicks your feet apart further to spread you open, using his finger to circle your clit before covering the digit in your essence. You watch as he sticks it in his mouth, cleaning it off with his tongue. He lets out a content sigh, savoring the taste.

You whine while deepening the arch in your back, presenting yourself to him further.

His brows furrow. Picking up your torn panties, he wads them up and shoves them in your mouth. It extends your jaw fully, making it impossible to spit them out. "Shut up," he growls. "You'll get what you want when I feel like giving it to you."

You can taste yourself on the ripped garment, feel how wet you are with your tongue. Your saliva begins to dampen it by the second, and it’s only a matter of time before it drips past the barrier.

The sound of him disrobing fills the air. Your irises roll back behind corkscrewed eyelids, anticipating what is to come with little patience.

The gag muffles your sounds as you feel his length drag between your thighs, parting your puffy folds. Your hole contracts spastically, desperate for him.

Then, he slams into you without warning. You scream, writhing beneath him as his dick forcibly stretches you out. The pain is almost unbearable as you feel tears start to materialize.

He balances himself on the table with his free hand, letting out a long, shuddering breath. "Fuck." He takes a moment before moving. There is no slow build-up, his pace is aggressive and hard from the very start. He fucks you like he absolutely hates you, and you suppose it's possible that he does. If what he says is true, then you abandoned him. Not on purpose, but you still did.

His cock moves in a shoveling motion, hitting your G-spot with every thrust. You send your body back to him every time he reenters you, rocking in sync. It feels natural— it feels good. As you adjust, you realize that you fit together perfectly; two puzzle pieces that were never meant to be apart. Suddenly, his dependence on you makes so much more sense.

You gasp as he grabs a fistful of your hair, roughly pulling your head upward. He holds you there uncomfortably as he speaks into your ear, "if you ever leave me again," he pauses to catch his breath, "I'll fucking kill you. Do you understand?"

Nodding your head is not enough for him. He rips your underwear from your mouth. "yes, what?"

Your breathing is ragged and high-pitched as you're finally allowed to use your mouth again. "Yes, daddy!" you assume that must be what he made you call him before, based on how it forces its way past your teeth. You're sure he gets some kind of power-trip from it, perhaps he's envious of your previous devotion to your father.

“It seems you remember more than I thought.” he uses his thumb to wipe the drool from your swollen lip, then massages the spot where he yanked your hair. "Good. You're doing so good."

His unexpected praise makes your pussy tighten around him, milking him, begging for him to come.

He lets out a deep, throaty moan. "Gods, you feel fucking amazing." his palm makes contact with your ass, a sharp smack echoing through the tall ceilings of the office. You yelp, your fingernails clawing at the tabletop. You can feel the hand-shaped welt forming right away, the stinging sensation rising to the top of your skin. "You like how daddy fucks you?"

He asks just as you feel yourself reaching your climax. It builds in your lower stomach, bubbling in your chest. "Y-yes!" you cry. "Please don't stop! Just like that!"

Cruel man that he is, he does the exact opposite of what you ask. He stops, pulling out of you and leaving you feeling empty. Ushering you up, he switches places with you and grabs you by your wrist, guiding you onto his lap.

He looks at you through his brow, cheeks flushed, breaths erratic, yet with a smirk playing at his lips. "Work for it," he orders, holding himself up with his palms on the tabletop.

As you lower yourself onto his length, he watches you intently, brushing your unruly hair out of your face. Your cheek is red and swollen from being pressed into the table, and he gives it a few condescending pats. "You look a mess, dearest," he laughs.

You ignore him, focused on taking him in. You do it slower than he did, but he remains patient for you. You suppose that's his act of kindness for the day.

Balancing on your knees, you start bouncing in his lap. Your hands hold onto his shoulders, watching how he slides in and out of you. A creamy, white liquid has been created between the two of you, coating his shaft and your entrance.

His attention remains on your face— sometimes shifting to your tits, but mostly your face. You eventually notice, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his gaze. Placing a hand to the back of your head, he pulls you in for a kiss. You cup his face with your palms, whimpering into his mouth as his tongue grazes the inside of your teeth.

He breaks the kiss along with a line of saliva. His nose finds the crook of your neck, resting there as he pulls your bodies flush together. Your arms rest over his broad shoulders, occasionally digging your nails into his skin. He seems at peace with you in his grasp, holding you near. It’s in this moment that you truly feel just how much he missed you, worried for you, yearned for you. You realize that your relationship may have been more than just sex to him, even if not officially so.

He lets out a broken groan as he reaches his climax. His grip becomes almost painfully tight, taking your waist into his strong arms to fuck you again as he releases a thick load of cum inside you. The warm substance coats your walls as you tense around him.

His orgasm encourages your own. Squirming in his grasp, you throw your head back. You never imagined yourself crying out a series of his name, but here you are, and you never imagined it would be so sweet on your tongue. He keeps you in place with his hands on your hips, helping you ride it out.

You rest your weary body on his, your cheek against the sticky skin of his shoulder. Although, you don’t rest easy. There’s a heaviness to your heart, a guilt.

You can’t be the woman he knew— you’ve changed. The things you want are no longer the same, and you’ll betray him without even meaning to. He’s in love with a ghost, one that you just can’t pretend to be.

In the end, you’re in each other’s way, and you always will be. Whatever is between you two is an obstacle, and it’s destined to be destroyed.

#enver gortash #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #enver gortash x dark urge #dark urge #durgetash #enver gortash x reader #enver gortash x tav #gortash

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webanglikethat · 5 days ago

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things ram and devi have done and said without even saying they’re in love / being in a relationship because they drive me insane:

Ram defied orders from the LITERAL goddess because he didn’t want Devi to die, thus ignoring his duties

-> like …. he willingly let another woman DIE in Devi’s place and !!!! this act had been committed five years ago, when the affection between the two had BARELY begun blossoming

-> “Why bother when the goddess herself allows you to decide people’s fate?” had been Devi’s question to him, but little did she know, he already defied every rule for her, going against literal fate

he saved Devi during the arson, putting her before his own BROTHER

he went after Devi when she took off on an horse during the attack, and carried her in his arms back to safety (which he realllyy didn’t have to do 🤭)

it’s revealed he would purposefully change his route to catch a glimpse of Devi

-> Ram’s wishful desire was to see her at every service; just hoping to catch her smile along the hallowed halls where once they met

he “noticed an unfamiliar feeling rising inside him” when he met her again

Ram always found an excuse to touch Deviya — holding her hand to lead her somewhere, brushing his fingers over her cheek to calm her, cupping her face, putting a hand on her waist, trapping her against the wall, his finger on her lips, holding her hands tighter as if it could heal her holding her waist as she straddled him

he said he “missed her smiling at him”

he kissed her neck (quite literally marking her) while thinking of how De Clare would react, not realizing the jealousy that was growing in his heart at the thought of losing her to him

-> which he then said (in season 2) he’d do it on her wedding day too !!

-> in the same episode he tried to pretend he doesn’t care about their engagement 💀, mission failed my dude 🤭

“That. The way he felt when she was near him. The reason he always looked for her in the crowd and couldn’t stop teasing her”

ram always thought of marriage as a transaction, a duty to be fulfilled, something he simply had to do. and love? love wasn’t a necessary equation. that’s what his family line looked like — alliances, partnership, all devoid of tenderness. but Deviya awakened something in Ram — and for the first time, he was confused and lost

“It’s ironic that even with all the knowledge and wisdom of the world at my disposal, I still can’t figure this out on my own. I’m almost thirty, and for all of my life I have denied myself what I wanted because the greater good was more important. And in all this time… no one has ever been able to enchant me as much as…”

Ram talked Devi through her anger at the reception so she wouldn’t make a mistake in front of her guests and lose the position she had so long worked for (he helps her see the bigger picture)

Ram told her their connection wasn’t for nothing. they were fated for a reason

the less often he saw her, the more he wanted to see her

-> and if she didn’t came, he would wait for her

he noticed everything she did — be it the way she shifted from foot to foot when she was nervous or how she looked at him in fear (from the subtlest of things to the most obvious, he noticed it always)

he teased her about how much she liked him but then said:

“such a rakhasi cannot possibly die. I need her”

admitting, even if it was meant as a tease, that he could no longer exist in a world in which her presence didn’t fill his heart’s pages

he comforted her on the day of her death, quickly realizing that:

“/ wish this had happened to me instead... hasn't she been dealt enough pain already, in her life?”

“when Ram realized how sincere his desire to take all Deviya's troubles for himself was, it quickly became clear that their secret relationship had taken on a new meaning … growing into something profound”.

what started as a perhaps meaningless, fleeting, teasing affair quickly turned into something more — something he couldn’t put a name to, but he could feel encompassing his body every single second

he could no longer pretend it was just for fun or a distraction

so he finally mustered up the courage to ask Devi to be with him (but not officially 😔) even if it was in secret — for he would rather have her in secret, than lose her be it to death or another man.

noticing how distressed she was, he closed his eyes and then slowly began kissing her fingers. Devi noticed that his eyelashes were trembling. “he’s nervous as well, but once again he tries to reassure me first, even though he could use some support himself."

he always put her before himself, over and over again. this isn’t something he was taught, like I mentioned before. for him, marriage or love was based on children, mutual respect and the husband’s views. yet he interminably put himself in the background, just to help Devi shine

“they kissed each other gently and yet desperately at the same time, as only doomed lovers can kiss.”

“he was with her right at that moment. sharing her pain and fear... would that have been possible if what they had was fleeting? he always chose her, no matter what.”

Ram: “I'll be with you. no matter what.” Devi: “I know”

he fought for her, allowing her to escape

and her thoughts led to him, even as she bled out

“the very thought of losing him was unbearable. and just as things were beginning to blossom between them.” “dying would be a little easier if you were holding my hand right now”

"I'm with him in my thoughts, heart, and soul." // "even if it doesn't make any real sense, it does for me. l feel calmer this way."

being away from her, when she was in a coma, made Ram feel like he was dying too // the thought of losing him (as she actively died) felt even worse than death

-> his biggest dream was being able to touch her again, to gaze into her eyes, to see his affection being mirrored in hers. to hear her laughter again was all he could hope for

they risked MULTIPLE times to be caught just to bask in each other’s presence — even if it was only for a few moments because the risk was worth it — they are worth it to each other

his face “instantly lost colour” when she mentioned her wedding

he tried pretending it didn’t hurt him — that he could accept it, that he could have a part of her and let it be enough, but they both knew the truth

so she laid out her future: her married to De Clare, visiting India from time to time, meeting Ram’s wife — but not him because he would still remain a coward who couldn’t voice what he wanted

so he finally let his feelings free and kissed her, marking her neck (in the middle of the hall where everyone could’ve caught them)

he touched her under the table — at dinner, where again, anyone could’ve seen them !!!

the moment Devi’s smile faded, Ram noticed immediately and shifted his tone, asking softly, “is something wrong?” -> he is SO attuned to her emotions, so skilled at noticing even the slightest change — which is especially important since Ram isn’t portrayed as someone who does this for just anyone

they know each other well enough to play off each other’s words without malice — their banter is so much fun (especially on passion route)

he fingers her in the library 🤭 he’s SO careful with her even though it’s obvious they’re both overwhelmed by the connection — he’s letting her set the pace and the fact that Ram doesn't push, but instead allows her to slowly move at her own pace, amplifies her vulnerability and makes her every move feel more significant. she’s still confused on what she wants and he lets her explore it on her own, and she knows he will wait for her

he wanted to dance with her despite not knowing how to — and in front of everyone too !! he was ready to embarrass himself for her

-> he is so caught up in her that he’s willing to push past his own comfort zone, even if it means embarrassing himself a little; as long as he can witness her smile

now she is the one who takes the power and kisses him, marking HIS neck — and so they imagine each other naked, finally taking the next step and ….

he finally admits it to himself.

He wanted to finally understand what it meant to connect with the woman he loved with all his heart.

Ram Doobay is in love with Deviya Sharma.

#rc ram #rc deviya sharma #they drive me so insane #you guys don’t get it #i teared up multiples times writing this #they consume all of my thoughts #if I was a good writer #rc kfs #rc kfos #romance club #rc devi #devi x ram #📝 devram

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whoiwanttoday · 22 days ago

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When I was a child, among the many ways the world was weird is how many cartoons were based on things that were not for children. Now, you could argue this set up a long cultural downward trend because those children grew up thinking everything should be for them and now instead we take things meant for children and make them for adults and as much as I love Optimus Prime with my entire being I am not sure this is a good thing for any of us. Do I like having a very expensive version of a childhood hero that I can turn into a truck and then back? Yes. Would I give that up for a better world? Yeah. All that said, this is getting dark it isn't really the point of this because when I was thinking about the fact that there were Alien action figures meant for children or a Rambo cartoon (which is wild if you actually watch Rambo it's a touching movie about PTSD and a suicidal man who can't deal with life after war) and I tried to think of what would be the funniest, most ill advised movie of this current era to turn into a kid's cartoon and make action figure for. The struggle is there are far fewer movies that are just for adults rather than you know… movies meant for the "whole family" but of course that means man children and their actual children I guess (guys, I am pretty negative on men at the moment. If this triggers you I'm not really sorry, you know what you did, I have seen the demographics, it's unacceptable). Anyway, after some thought and a little time on Oppenheimer I instead decided the answer is Challengers. Every time I tried to imagine it as a kid's cartoon it made me laugh but I think it would work as your basic Scooby Doo knock off. If you don't know, the 70's were littered with those, a group of young people of ill defined age who need an excuse to travel around the country so every week they are in a different location for a new adventure. Sometimes they race dune buggies, sometimes they are a rock band, sometimes they have a talking shark or a ghost of a founding father. Either way, it's baked in, they travel from place to place to play tennis and most of it would be about who is going to win the big match and I assume subtext about how they want to fuck and will they fuck. You might say that's a bit much for a children's cartoon but RoboCop was a cartoon and that's all about a dystopian future run by corporations where life is meaningless and they are looking to make workers with human brains and no rights. Anyway, that's why Zendaya is here cause of Challengers. She wouldn't voice herself in the cartoon, she's too famous for that but there is no cartoon yet so she's here. Today I want to fuck Zendaya.

#Zendaya #Zendaya Coleman #brunette #Actress #whoiwanttofucktoday

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lopsicle · 2 years ago

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Okay, so I finished Wednesday like 3 days ago and I’ve really been wanting to write a fic since, so let me know if this is any good!

Pairing: Enid x Wednesday (implies romantic, but not together yet)

Warnings: Tickle fic, mentions of death

Words: 2,300.

Overworked

No one particularly liked working hard, mainly due to how tired it could make you, or the task itself, but some still saw it as a necessary evil and would push themselves to their limits to get whatever it is finished. In our case, Wednesday Addams is hunched over her table, each exhale letting clouds of cold smoke exit her freezing lips. It was in the middle of winter, and if she was being honest, which she wouldn’t be, she was experiencing a burn out with her writing. However, she didn’t want to talk about with anyone, or make Enid think she was growing lazy, so the girl continued, no matter how small or meaningless the idea. Her hands were practically frosted over and each tap at her typewriter was a slow, awkward movement. Her teeth gritted in frustration each time her mind went blank, or when she simply couldn’t figure out how to continue her novel.

The girl continued like this for the better part of an hour, before she heard the door suddenly open. The girl’s fingers curled in as Enid merrily barged into the shared dorm. Living with the girl was like a rollercoaster for Wednesday. Enid had her upsides and her downsides, but much like a rollercoaster, it seems confusing as to why you’d like it. She was a polar opposite to the gothic girl, yet as Enid said, they worked, even if they didn’t know why. ‘Wednesday! You will never believe what me and Yoko did, I haven’t had time to write about it on my- are you alright?’ She asked, taking a few cautious steps towards her. The two girls were very observant of each other’s habits, and this definitely wasn’t how Wednesday wrote, her fingers were stiff and her movements had much less energy then usual. It was another mystery to Wednesday on why Enid cared this much about her, but after a while, she learned to accept it, even if she found it aggravating at times. She let out another breath of cold air, which just made Enid more concerned. ‘Yes,’ Wednesday replied. Okay, something was wrong. Her voice was quieter then usual, almost drained, and normally she’d have some kind of remark to make it against Enid, but this time it was just nothing. A lie. Enid walked towards the girl, and reclusively, Wednesday turned her body back to the typewriter, not facing the girl. The werewolf leaned down next to her, and placed her hand on Wednesday’s, causing the girl to let out a sharp exhale and tug her hand away. Enid nearly recoiled just from feeling the icicle that was Wednesday’s hand. ‘Jesus Christ, you’re absolutely freezing! How long have you been sitting there for?’ She asked, as Wednesday finally turned to with a look of irritation. She took her time pulling her paper out from the typewriter and sealing it in her box before giving the girl a response. ‘An hour,’ she said flatly, still too deflated to even shoot a remark at Enid for touching her. ‘An hour?!’ The colourful girl’s eyes widened and she shook her head. ‘No, no, you couldn’t of been sitting there for an hour!’ Enid said incredulously, she knew the girl lacked self preservation, I mean, she practically threw herself at danger at any opportunity, but this seemed stupid, even for Wednesday.

‘You have eyes, don’t you?’ Wednesday shot back at her, which Enid for the most part ignored. ‘You’re going to your bed right now,’ Enid said sternly, standing right behind the girl. Wednesday didn’t even bother looking back at her as she said ‘I’m not a child.’ Enid huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. ‘Well, your certainly acting like one, you’ve been here far too long, you’re feel like ice!’ Wednesday’s finger slowed over the typewriter. She couldn’t focus like this, not when Enid was caring about her, all she could focus on was her denial to let the girl help her, and she hated it. ‘I’m not acting like a child, you’re acting overbearing. I’m behind on my novel, I have to keep doing this,’ she explained, trying to keep a calm tone to not upset Enid further. The girl behind her fell silent, to which Wednesday assumed would be the end of their mini argument. But in reality, Enid wasn’t going to back down that easily, not at all. Wednesday had taken her attention away from the werewolf, which gave her some time to think about what she should do. Sure, she could pick Wednesday up and carry her to her bed, but the gothic one would definitely get disgruntled at that. There was the option of just giving her a blanket while she was on the chair, but Enid thought that would be too simply, especially since Wednesday had proven to be difficult right now. Though, there was one option that lingered in her mind. Wednesday’s arms were stretched in front of her as her digits tapped against the typewriter in an agonisingly slow fashion, and Enid’s eyes were drew to the girls side. Sure, it may seem uncharacteristic for Wednesday Addams of all people to be tickling, but it was worth a shot to at least try. She stretched out her index finger and took a long, colourful now before swiping it down Wednesday’s side. The girl practically recoiled away in surprise, nearly falling off her chair but she caught herself in the desk with her left arm. She flipped her head around to this her dorm mate with gritted teeth, ready to tear into her for even trying that, but the smirk the other girl was wearing completely tore away her confidence to that. ‘Don’t,’ Wednesday ordered firmly, wrapping her left arm around her stomach and holding out her right in Enid’s direction to be ready to try and stop the girl if she advanced. ‘Don’t what?’ Enid asked with the sweetest, oblivious smile as she took another step closer to the goth, causing her to lower herself in her chair and curl her knees to her chest. ‘You know what,’ she stated, her tone having the slightest hint of desperation in it, but that wasn’t gonna save her. ‘I don’t know, could you remind me?’ She asked, suddenly snatching Wednesday’s right wrist and holding her arm above her head. Normally, Wednesday would be able to fight the girl off, but that’s on a good day, not a sleep deprived, freezing day. The girl tightly pressed her lips shut, and covering her mouth already with her left hand. ‘Now, let’s see here..’ Enid’s fingers wrapped around Wednesday’s sides before she started rapidly squeezing against them, causing the cold girl to bounce with each touch from the werewolf’s hands. ‘Hm, you’re already getting really squirmy, someone must be very ticklish, that’s so fun!’ Enid smiled down warmly at the girl, who despite her current mannerisms, was still wearing a neutral expression.

Wednesday had been tickled before, so she learned how to control herself in the situation, however Enid was probing rather difficult for her. Wednesday didn’t mind the tickles at all, she was favourable to them, but she’d die before she’d admit that. I mean, with her other interests like death, and torture, you’d think admitting that she likes tickling would be easy enough, but it seemed far too off-brand and childish for her, she couldn’t allow herself to. That’s why Enid’s teasing was making it even harder for her not to crack and let out the giggles blocked up in her throat. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll stop at any time!’ Enid said thoughtfully, as her hands made its way around to Wednesday’s stomach. ‘As long as you take a break and get yourself warm, I mean, even your tummy is freezing!’ She exclaimed, scribbling her long painted nails around Wednesday’s stomach, sending sharp ticklish shocks all throughout the girl’s torso. Wednesday pressed her arms further against her face, not wanting let a single reaction slip as she buckled slightly at the devilish touch of her friend’s nails. Her head shook slightly in response to Enid’s statement, half because she still wanted to continue her writing, and half because she didn’t want it to end just yet. She bit down on the inside of her cheek as some laughter nearly threatened to spill, but kept herself composed nonetheless. ‘Fine, have it your way!’ Enid said, but her tone was only half serious, mainly because she was still concerned for Wednesday, but knew the girl wouldn’t listen to her normally. Her scribbling got even faster, with one hand clawing at the girl’s stomach and her other randomly scratching along with her nails. The nail on her pinkie finger even slipped into the girl’s belly button and started swirling against it in circles,vans finally, all the tickling attention caught up to the girl and she couldn’t contain herself anymore.

‘Kihihihihihihi!’ Wednesday’s legs kicked back and forth halfheartedly as a barrage of soft snickers exited her mouth. Her expression miraculously remained neutral, but her lips were curling at the end of her mouth. Enid’s heart melted at the sight of the squirming girl beneath her. ‘Aw, you have such adorable laughter! You should really start laughing more!’ She encouraged, but she knew it would be fruitless; Wednesday would hardly open up like that. However, the teasing was making this all the more torturous for Wednesday, slowly breaking down at her composure. The worst was yet to come for the girl as Enid’s nails trailed a bit further up and her nails were just barely tracing at her bottom rib. This tipped Wednesday over the edge, she held her hand tightly against her mouth and began twisting her body around in the chair, flailing her legs around as she tried to use her free arm to bat at Enid’s hands. ‘Aw, what’s wrong, did I find a bad spot?’ She cooed, letting her fingers wiggle and pinch against the girl’s ribs, which made her jolt and squirm around, her arms randomly flailing around as laughter carelessly poured out of her mouth. ‘Ah! E-e ihahahd! Stahahahp!’ The girl could only muster out a couple of words between her laughter, which Enid chuckled out. Enid slowly pulled away her fingers from the goth. ‘Hm, I could,’ and in an instant, she jabbed them all back against her ribs, letting them wriggle around and scratch against the sensitive spot. ‘But you have been difficult lately!’

Wednesday utterly exploded into loud, awkward laughter. ‘Ahahahaha my gahahahahad, fihahaahahne, I’ll tahahahahake a breahahahahak!’ She conceded, still flustered she was bested of tickling of all things. Enid slowly pulled her hands away, giving her ribs one last pinch which made the girl jump. Wednesday leaned back in her wooden chair, taking in deep breaths through her nose as she settled down tiredly. All the squirming had only warmed the girl up a bit, but she was still extremely cold. Enid smiled softly at the sight, proud of her new discovery. ‘Thanks for your cooperation.’ She decided that Wednesday looked tired enough and slowly, almost cautiously picked her up but Wednesday accepted the touch and even wrapped her arms around the colourful girl’s neck to make it easier for her to be carried. She pulled back the pitch black covers of the girl’s bed and placed her against the mattress, which she nearly melted into. Enid leaned down next to the bed. ‘How are you feeling?’ She asked compassionately. ‘Drained,’ Wednesday replied, but she wanted to say more. So much more. I mean, this could be her one opportunity to final receive any form of tickling, she wanted to take it so badly. And this was Enid she was talking about, the girl was so trustworthy and had accepted Wednesday’s other morbid interests, she’d be sure to accept a softer one, right?

‘I didn’t mind that..’ she muttered, barely audible but Enid picked it up with a teasing smirk. ‘Mind what?’ She asked, which caused Wednesday to subtly curl up a bit. ‘What you just did,’ she responded, her throat tightening a bit as the words left her mouth, unable to take them back. Enid raised an eyebrow at this and examined the exhausted girl again. She wasn’t messing with her, that was for sure, and she liked the tickling? Enid’s face took a second to process before breaking out in a wide smile, thinking of a careful response before saying ‘That’s okay! I think I liked it too!’ She offered, and Wednesday let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. ‘Maybe we could do it again sometime!’ Enid offered again, presenting it as just a possibility as she didn’t want to overstep. Wednesday pondered in silence for a moment, before finally saying ‘Just don’t tell anyone or I’ll rip out your tongue.’ She warned her, which caused Enid to giggle. ‘Of course! Our secret!’ Wednesday covered her mouth and let out a small yawn, her eyes blinking slowly and it looked like the girl was on the verge of passing out. ‘Okay, I’ll leave you to sleep now, night Wednesday!’ She turned to leave, but she felt a small, gentle pinch on the back of her trouser leg, behind her knee. She turned to see Wednesday’s arm stretched out to her, and she mumbled a small ‘stay here..’. Enid’s heart fluttered at the sight as she gave the girl a nod, seemingly loosing her ability to speak as she crawled into the bed next to her. Neither of the girls were that experienced with physical contact, so Wednesday leaned the side of her head on the girl’s lap as Enid pulled the covers of her, and the girl was finally starting to feel warm as her stressed expression was replaced with a peaceful one.

#sfw tickling community #tickle fic #wenclair #wednesday #wednesday tickle #lee wednesday #lee! wednesday #ler enid #ler! enid #tickle content #enid tickle

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qrttt-takk · 1 year ago

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Postal Doe x F!Reader HC's

(I fell in love with her from the moment I saw a poostall royale playthrough, she's like a smelly ferret to me (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡)

🏷️: SFW & NSFW, Established relationship, Just really deranged topics...

SFW

-Doe is really protective of you, she won't outwardly show it though but you can definitely catch it through her actions (having her arm around you, giving everyone else but you a mean look, ECT)

-She's gross. Super gross. If you're with her you're either gross too or into it. Doe can go like maybe 1 week and a half without a shower, realistically she would only shower more frequently to impress you

-She watches LiveLeak videos for fun and also has a shit ton of gory movies on DVD, if you're into that then she'll always invite you to her trailer to watch some but if you aren't she's cool with watching normal stuff or movies at the nearby theatre

-Doe has the shittiest diet known to earth, if you get with her you'll probably feel real bad and start cooking her homemade meals, a major upgrade from her dollar store tv meals (she thanks you in many ways)

-She likes to sleep a lot, longer than you at least, it gives you the opportunity to tidy up her place and maybe do her laundry. Doe has a knack to neglect herself but you do try convincing her not to.

-Despite being pretty deranged, Doe actually has really decent advice if you're struggling through something. She takes both logic and emotion into consideration and does try supporting you and your decisions

She encourages you if you're prone to have self-esteem issues, she tells you just how wonderful and amazing you are and how she's lucky to have someone like you

-Super big on pet names, she calls you a bunch of random things but her main ones are, "Sweetheart", "Darling", "My Girl"

-She likes showing off her dumb arm tattoo thinking it makes her 10x more badass and cool (it does not)

-Doe has really light green eyes, she's kinda insecure about them so that's why she always wears her signature sunglasses. When she has them off she's always squinting and darting her eyes around, not even trying to make eye contact

-She's a smartass, and pretty sarcastic. Sometimes you can't tell if she's fucking with you or not so 70% you're taking her bait, by the time you figure out her deal you've already spiraled into a dumb meaningless argument,

"You know, sometimes we shouldn't take things for granite"

"...You mean granted?"

"What? What are you talking about I know what I said"

-Something so god awful and traumatizing can happen to her and she'll chalk it up as "just not a good day", Doe frequently comes over to your place with a shit ton of questionable bruises and wounds, you patch her up distraught but she kisses you and strokes your hair telling you not to worry

-She likes popping all your hand and toe joints despite how much it hurts, it's a bonding activity

-Play wrestling with you all the time, either at her trailer or your apartment the bed is gonna need to be refitted, you always get your ass put in a headlock but you're not a sore loser. Afterwards you always tell her she needs to get on WWE ᕙ⁠(⁠ ⁠:⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠∧⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠:⁠ ⁠)⁠ᕗ

-She loves pickles on her burgers, if you hate them and make it known sometimes she eats like 5 of them at once and french kisses you with the pickle flavor on her tongue, it makes you gag so bad but she cackles like it's the funniest thing ever. If you do love pickles though then she gives most of hers to you (she's such a good gf)

-Doe is definitely taller than you, her boots just add more to her ridiculous height, she likes to carry you and give you piggyback rides...it's fun until she trips and lands face first on the floor with you (⁠´⁠°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥⁠ω⁠°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥⁠｀⁠)

-When you tell her she kinda looks like that one chick from resident evil she either has passionate sex with you or beats you to a bloody pulp no in between (she's crazy)

NSFW

-Doe is definitely into public humiliation, she'll touch you whenever she wants wherever... your reactions and sounds are really cute to her and she'd want to elicit more from you. One day she gets you to wear vibrating panties, it was probably one of the most exciting days of your life

-Shes willing to kill anyone you want gone, of course she wouldn't go crazy or anything but if there's a coworker at your job you've been complaining about for ages she'll ask you if you want them to "disappear" for good. You're well aware that this woman needs to be in an institution but it just makes her sexier

-Doe has a good gun collection, and a gun kink. If you're into it and down to try she'll fuck you with the barrel of her favorite handgun, threatening to pull the trigger and make a fucking mess that you'll be alive long enough to feel and witness

-She's down to try anything. Like, anything. If you have a kink you want to do 9 times out of 10 she's willing to try it out, anything for her sweetheart

-Piss kink. Did you seriously expect any less? The 3rd time she went down on you it was crazy, you begged her that you had to go to the bathroom but it just encouraged her to hold you down by the thighs and coax the piss out of your overstimulated cunt, she made sure not to spill a drop as you bucked and whined against her relentless mouth

-Doe has way too many toys, some you're pretty sure you haven't seen ever in your life... she'd rather blow her paycheck on something crazy she found on Reddit rather than groceries (you give her a bunch of shit once you find out)

ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ

Hope you guys enjoyed, not enough people make content about this crazy doe...she deserves love too (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ .... Definitely not done with her, planning to make an X reader drabble eventually

#i heart women #poostall royale #postal #postal doe #postal doe x reader #postal headcanons #postal x reader

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thegeekcloud · 1 year ago

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⚠️ BSD MANGA SPOILERS ⚠️

This is some theories I've gathered from tiktok and some i made myself and whether I agree with them or not.

Number 1: everything was part of sigma viewing fyodor's plan - although comforting i don't think thia theory is fairly stable. First of all, there are a lot of things happening in a lot of different places that are shown among the same pages and can't be part of fyodor's plan (particularly anya and bram). Furthermore, Sigma's ability is to exchange information and what he asked was fyodor's secrets. Though this could apply to his plan, the amount of secrets fyodor holds was so large that it overwhelmed sigma (as shown) and even if we got fragments of them in those pages they wouldn't be our characters but rather some more groundbreaking to sigma information . Now, is Sigma alive? Usually fyodor kills with a particular style, meaning that there is ALWAYS some form of blood splatter.

As you can see, there is none. Fyodor could had killed sigma but didn't. He seems to be just overwhelmed the way atsushi was.

Which brings me to

Number 2: Fyodor has a double personality ability. - although I doubt that is his whole ability, i believe it is a side effect from it. Fyodor's true ability remains a mystery to all but sigma. Fyodor told sigma about his other persona and then proceeded to say he lied about it. So the information sigma uncovered by touching him would not surprise him that much if that was all to it. However, the fact that I believe fyodor left sigma alive, also suggests that there is a part of fyodor who made the decision to show mercy. Ergo, the second, scared persona we saw in the last issue.

And now.

For the elephant in the room

Number 3: Dazai is still alive. - i honest to God want to believe that. As a writer myself I understand the decision of killing a character such as dazai. He is in the role of the "mentor", someone who accompanied the mc since the beginning and became a role model/father figure to them and ultimately dies to urge the hero forward. There is sense in killing the mentor. However, this does not seem an opportune moment for it. Other reasons for killing dazai would be to push tragedy into the story, chuuya waking up after the world is saved and realising that he was the one to kill dazai, or simply demonstrating the unfairness of life (basically how game of thrones shocked). Both these options seem reasonable for this case anf Asagiri might have chosen to walk down one of these paths. However, since atsushi is also incapacitated, if asagiri chose the former he would place the entire burden of saving the world to anya. Though jt would make a statement to have a little girl do what all these anility users can't, it would lowkey render the rest of the story meaningless as anya is not as explored as a character as others are. Not in the least. As for the second one.....i'm worried about that one cause asagiri is a f*cling masochist sometimes.

Now, how could dazai still be alive?

First clue that we all agree upon:

Though people have stayed conscious after being shot in the head, we are talking about a

Close up forehead shot

The gun was touching his fucking SKIN

There is absolutely NO WAY for dazai to have survived that shot and take another and also have life to chat.

That shot didn't fire a bullet. Even if a gun doesn't fire a bullet it can still ignite the powder and burn the skin, especially if it's touching it like in here. Someone on tiktok noticed this:

Could it be a design of the jacket? Sure. But it could also be the bullet that never got fired. In the end there are three fracture point on the wall tiles:

The first one happens when dazai is shot on his right shoulder

We see a characteristic blood splatter. Thing is, only two out of three holes have that trail.

Since he was definetely shot in his left shoulder as well we have to assume that hole is from there. So what is the third one at the bottom?

Did chuuya stop the bullet at the gun's barrel, brought it behind him and shot it at the lower wall along with his third gunshot ?

Guess we'll see. All i want is for my baby to stay alive. We should always keep in mind that both dazai and fyodor as also poisoned. My guess is that vampirism will be released in the next episode for at least one of the characters, so that is what anya's contribution.

He can definitely stretch it but he already pulled that chard with fukuchi escaping twice. It's gonna get boring and annoying at some point.

Question for then:

Will akutagawa return as a corpse afyer he is released? Or will he be healed?

#soukoku #skk #bsd skk #chuuya nakahara #bsd fukuchi #bsd #bsd atsushi #bsd akutagawa #bsd sigma #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #osamu dazai #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #asagiri kafka #fyodor dostoevsky #bsd fyodor

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horse-girl-anthy · 2 years ago

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Stupidest Ikuhara Man Roundup

hello all: results are in for the most important poll of the year. in honor of our low intelligence men, I am going through each contestant and giving them the appreciation they deserve.

our first contestant is Reo. he received zero percent of the vote because I forgot to include him, which is a shame because he's a real contender. I define stupid in Ikuhara works as "out of touch with feelings, others, and the broader reality" and oh boy is that true of Reo. he comes to no realizations without being forced into them and is ultimately brought down by his own blindness. sad!

with 1.5% of the vote, Tooi is tied for last. I agree with this result; I think he's one of the smarter males included on the list. however, he is still pretty thick. there's the fact that he simps for his pretty boy friends, and he is another character who doesn't realize what would be good for him until it's too late.

it's impressive that Shoma is so low on this list, given that around half of Penguindrum's humor revolves around how dumb he is. truly a testament to the lack of intelligence found among Ikuhara men. on the one hand, Shoma does have a certain kind of emotional intelligence, but he's just as capable of harming others through his self-centered perspective. despite his lack of smarts, Shoma received only 1.5% of the vote.

after Shoma is Mikage, who in a way is Shoma's opposite: considered a genius but with no emotional intelligence. he's so delusional that he's rewritten the past and can't see the obvious, instead continuing to repeat the same cycle over and over. unwilling to grow up, he only leaves Ohtori when Akio no longer has need of him.

tied with Mikage at 3.5% of the vote is Chikai. his low score is a true miscarriage of justice. the man is very, very dense, helped along by the fact that he thinks he's really smart and realistic. he has catchphrases which he repeats on a loop, and they only seem to impress 14 year olds. like most Ikuhara characters, he's a tragic figure brought down by his own flaws and unwilling to face what he really feels. he's also significantly older than most other characters on this list which should give him some extra stupid points in my opinion.

next is Kazuki at 5%. he's emotionally closed off, disconnected, and unaware of how people around him feel, leading to plenty of interpersonal stupidity. he also is a silly teenage boy; when faced with an obstacle, he always seems to come up with the most convoluted solution possible. I don't know if "I have a hard time talking to my little brother, so I'll pretend to be his favorite idol" is stupid or brilliant, but it's sure something.

with 5.5% of the vote, Enta has been chosen as the dumbest Sarazanmai character. it's funny because most of his cunning is motivated by very stupid feelings. he has an emotional intelligence to him, he can be quick on the uptake, but all of those moments are weighed down by his ridiculous, out-of-control crush.

Akio got 7% of the vote. I know he's an evil mastermind and all, but I think he's really quite stupid. he's so set in his ways, sure he knows everything, that anything outside of his field of vision may as well not exist to him. he chooses to live in an empty, meaningless way since it gives him power, yet he's miserable, but all he does with that misery is feel sorry for himself. a pretend prince indeed.

Kanba tied with Akio. he was my personal pick on this poll, although my vote may have been different on a different day. the boy has no sense; he spends the entire show trying to be the man, the protector and provider and savior, but if he'd read ahead a little he would have found out that he was the one who needed saving. the threads of denial and delusion on this character are impossible to unravel. to me, "thick" means "impossible to reach," and oh boy is that true of Kanba.

in second place, with 9% of the vote, is Touga! on the one hand, I don't know if I think he's dumb; like Anthy, his alienation means he's ahead of his peers in certain ways. but on the other, yeah he's dumb, he's REAL dumb. he's a living reminder that pride comes before a fall, and by the end, even the best friend he's looked down on for years is calling his dumbassery out.

and the winner of the dumbest Ikuhara male poll is Saionji, with 56.3% of the vote! let's all congratulate this absolute fucking moron on his accomplishment. he's the butt of every joke, constantly making a fool of himself; his own show implies that he's on the same level as a pet monkey. and that's why we love him.

thank you to all who voted! the poll received 199 votes, which was way more than I expected.

#ikuhara #i wont do a dumbest Ikuhara girl bc the only true answer is Ringo #i also will go on record and say that the only intelligent Ikuhara males are Mamiya Mabu and Haruka

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unreadpoppy · 11 months ago

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Wash My Dreams Away - Chapter 4

Raphael x Tav (Gwen)

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Chapter 3

A/N: another chapter of idk what the F i'm doing with this fic but fuck it, we ball. Also I feel like....like I might slowly turn this into a halsin fic...

edit: I changed the name of the fic from Brown Eyes to Wash My Dreams Away

Gwen didn’t know what to do.

She stood there, alone in the docks, brows furrowed. Deep down, she had expected that the conversation would lead to that - that her dreams meant nothing and she shouldn’t be so worried about it.

But Gwen was upset. Walking towards the edge of the pier, she sat down, her feet dangling above the water. She looked out and began thinking: why did these dreams bother her this much?

Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching.

“There you are.” She heard Halsin. The druid sat down next to her, crossing his legs. “People were starting to wonder where you’ve been.”

“I’ve been here.” She shrugged. “Just…looking at the water.”

The elf examined her for a moment. “Are you quite alright?”

Gwen sighed. “Yes. No. I…I don’t know.” She looked at him, frowning. “Can I trust you with something?”

“Of course.”

The tiefling took a deep breath. “I spoke with Raphael. He said he knew nothing and that dreams were meaningless.” She rubbed her face. “And sure, he’s probably right but I just…” She groaned, frustrated. “These dreams, they bother me. They make me feel things and I don’t know what to do about it.” Gwen looked at the elf. “I feel so confused.” He noticed how her eyes had begun to fill with tears.

Halsin placed a warm hand on her shoulder. “Gwen. Close your eyes. Take a deep breath. Try to clear your head.” He said.

She closed her eyes, sighed, and then sat up straighter, breathing deeply and then exhaling. Gwen repeated that a couple more times and then opened her eyes again.

“Good.” The druid smiled softly. “Maybe it would help if you started from the beginning. The first night you had one of these, what were your thoughts, your feelings about it?” He paused, momentarily. “From there, we could try to figure out what the root of the matter is.”

“Alright.” She took another deep breath. “In that first dream, I remember feeling…inadequate, out of place. I was in this unknown room, wearing my dirty clothes and everyone else was just…looking and snickering at me.” Her brows furrowed. “Although I know now that it was a dream… then, it felt real, Halsin. I felt like I was really there, so much so that I woke up tired.”

“I believe you.” He said in a comforting tone.

She nodded. “After that, I felt suffocated. As if the people would swallow me whole.” Gwen shook her head. “In a way, I think that’s a bit how I feel in real life.”

Halsin looked at her confused. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…when I lived with my mother, my whole life was our house and her. And then I left everything behind to go explore the world but I didn’t really connect with anyone.” The tiefling sighed. “I grew up in the woods, so when I got to the city, I felt like an outsider. There was always something I never heard of, something that I said that wasn’t appropriate. I traveled with some people for a time but we don’t even keep in touch anymore.” She raised her hands. “Hells, sometimes I think the only thing that keeps our little group together are these tadpoles.”

He nodded along to what she said, allowing the sorcerer to figure things out on her own. “For the most part, I felt alone in the world. Sometimes I’d feel even worse, when I remembered I essentially abandoned the only person that had ever cared for me.” Gwen looked at him.

“I guess that blended with the dream. That feeling of not knowing what to do, of being judged for what I didn’t know.” She looked down, playing with her long nails. “I wished there was someone to come rescue me, a knight in shining armor or a prince, like the ones I used to read and fantasize about as a child.” Gwen paused, taking a deep breath. “And he did appear, dressed elegantly in red and with a fox mask. He made everyone else go away and held my hand and danced with me.”

Before she continued, she asked “Do you promise not to judge me for what I’ll say next.”

Halsin raised a brow. “You shouldn’t be worried about judgment when we have such a queer group of people in our camp.” They both chuckled. “But I promise. You may continue in peace.”

“Thank you.” She looked down. “When I was young, by biggest dream was to be courted like the princesses in the stories. And I think…that’s what I felt, in my dreams. I felt…beautiful, desired. And maybe I should be ashamed about it, because he is a devil but it felt good.”

Gwen raised her head, her eyes meeting Halsin’s. She placed a hand over her chest. “It felt good to be desired by this, at first, mysterious man, whose attention was solely on me. Who made me feel beautiful like I never had before. I was feeling…attracted to him.” She paused, the realization of everything coming to her. “And I think that’s what scares me. That I’m falling for this ridiculous devil, whom I barely know because of some silly dreams.”

She leaned forwards and took Halsin’s hands. “But tell me, Halsin. What do you do if the dreams are meaningless but the feelings are real?”

The druid looked at her, deep in her eyes. “To be quite honest with you, this is a very…new situation to me. What I can say is - you cannot control your feelings, and that shouldn’t be a source of shame to you. What matters is how we act upon them, and as far as I know, you were not…throwing yourself into the arms of this devil.” She chuckled at that remark. “You are a remarkable woman, Gwendolyn Gray. Should these dreams bother you again, I hope you’ll feel safe enough to share them with me. I’ll keep my promise.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Full name, huh?” It was his turn to chuckle. Gwen smiled and shook her head. “Thank you, Halsin.” Not knowing how to further express her gratitude, she leaned forwards and hugged him as tight as she could.

When they returned to camp, Gwen felt lighter, as if a weight had been removed from her shoulder. When she went to sleep that night, she sighed contentedly. That peace of mind she was feeling, however, would not last long.

#raphael x tav #raphael bg3 #raphael baldur's gate 3 #raphael x gwen #tav: gwen #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fanfiction #raphael the cambion #my writing #halsin bg3

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chronomaza · 2 years ago

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"Adding up" - A short story by me

I saw an angel sitting on my porch this morning.

A man with brilliant silvery wings and dark skin, clad in a silky white dress shirt and holographic jacket, sitting on the outdoor couch in the morning dew. They were looking down at some sort of dizzlingly complex tablet as it floated in front of them. They did not touch it, but it remained in place as numbers were written into it.

Cautiously, I approached them. They were muttering something, and as I got closer, I realized what it was.

“6… 5… 10…”

My curiosity now getting the better of me, I walked up to them.

“Excuse me,” I asked. “What are you doing on my porch?”

The angel briefly looked up at me with desaturated yellow eyes and deep, navy blue pupils, then went back to their tablet. “Oh. Hello there. 20… 2… 12…”

I huffed and crossed my arms. Divine entity or not, I demanded I know their business being on my property. “That didn’t answer my question, why–”

“Sorry, I’m a little focused right now. 40… 2… 80… I’m doing some important work right now, been moving around a lot, and this spot looked comfortable enough to rest a bit, so. 12… 29… 5…”

I looked down at their tablet and its steady flow of seemingly meaningless numbers. “And… what is it you’re doing, exactly?”

“Counting. 67… 8… 7…”

“Yes, I can see that. But it’s rather out of order, isn’t it?”

“It’s not counting up, it’s gathering numbers. 2… 120… So, really, I’m not counting, I’m adding- well, it’s adding.” they gestured towards the tablet. “487… 68… Numbers appear, I say them, and they’re added to a sum in a different program for collection- data’s important.”

“Seems rather inefficient that you’d need to speak into it, doesn’t it?”

“Well, it keeps my hands free. 9… 15…” They said, not doing anything notable with their hands. “Besides, if I did use my hands, I’d surely lose them from how much I’d have to type.”

The angel suddenly paused, looking worried. “Wait… hold on.” they scrolled upwards on their tablet. “487…?” They swiped at the screen on their tablet, causing a second screen to appear beside it. They typed something on it, but I couldn’t see it.

I sat down next to them. “What’s it for, anyways?”

I seemingly caught their attention again. “Oh, I can’t tell you right now. Maybe I can in a minute or two, depending on how severe this gets. 860… 1647?! Shit! It is increasing fast! What the hell?! 2… 78… 346…”

“I thought angels didn’t cuss.”

They stifled a laugh. “That’s a stereotype- I sure as hell do. 2689… 345… 32… You would too if you had my job.”

“And… your job is…?”

“Again, I’ve already told you, adding up. 2345… 456… 823… 25…”

“Surely it can’t just be that, right? Surely there’s something else to it, right?”

They sighed a little. “Yes, but I don’t believe I’m allowed to tell you that either. 3007… 124… 743… 6789…”

“Why?”

“It’d scare you. 12786…” They scowled. “12786- Fuck me! What’s going on right now?! 345… 2345…”

Well, it was no use trying to get any answers at this point. I figured they couldn’t tell me much, so I decided to ask them something else. “What’s your name?”

They smiled a little. “Mavu. And I don’t believe anyone has bothered to ask that before. 3245… 8275… 1235…”

“Mavu huh?”

“Yep. 456…”

“Say, what’s it like being an angel, anyways?”

Mavu chuckled. “You ask odd questions. 23467… 9032… 5678…”

“What do you mean?”

“Most people don’t ask these sorts of questions. 46256… 23435… 2345…” They suddenly seemed incredibly nervous, and looked through the previous numbers. They mumbled something vulgar under their breath, but shook themself and continued. “Usually it’s stuff relating to their religion or whatever. You know, what happens after death, who god is, etc, etc. Both questions I’m not allowed to answer, by the way. 3245… 13567…”

“I’ve never been a super religious person. Besides, I guess I’m just curious.”

“Hm, I see. Well, an angel is just kind of what I am, it’s my job that really matters. 213245- I… GOD! What the hell?! Sorry- that wasn’t at you, 2468… 8927… As for my job, it’s… not fun, but someone’s gotta do it. 9348...”

“I see. Does your job pay well, at least?”

“Angels don’t have a need for money. 345…”

“I almost envy you…”

Suddenly, they stared blankly at their tablet, almost in a horrified way. “938237… 4234… Ok, no, this thing has got to be broken.” They pressed a button on the screen and the same number appeared again. They pressed it over and over, but the same thing happened every time. “Tears began to well up in their eyes. “No… no… no… no…” They briefly looked my way. “I’m sorry, this is sudden, but… can I… hold you?”

I woke up a little, both surprised and perhaps a bit flattered. “Uh… any… particular reason?”

Mavu went quiet for a moment, then wiped tears from their eyes. “I’ll tell you in a minute. Just… please, can I hold you? 1023478… 583394… shit… I… I… just really need some comfort right now, that’s all.”

“Ok, sure.”

“Thank you.” Mavu gently grabbed me and pulled me closer until I was sitting on their lap, and wrapped their wings around me as if they were a blanket. They rested their head on my shoulder and squeezed me tightly, almost like one would hold a cat while they were stressed. “14568646… 435567… 4358892… 239884111… oh god… no… no… no… This can’t be real, it can’t be…”

“You know, for the record, I believe this counts as cuddling.”

“I know… 100023478… I’m sorry…”

I let out a relaxed sigh and laid back into their arms. Sure, it was a little out of the blue, but I didn’t mind. Something about their embrace was unbelievably comforting. So warm, so soothing. Besides, I wasn’t going to pass up something like this.

I looked up at the sky as they went back to softly muttering their strange numbers. The sun had only risen a few minutes ago, and birds were chirping everywhere.

Everything seemed remarkably normal, and rather peaceful, until I turned my eyes to my right. On the horizon, was an ominous rim of glowing red light. Unexplainable rumbles could faintly be heard, and I could’ve sworn they were getting closer.

Mavu squeezed me even tighter, their tears now soaking my shoulder. “302983217… I… I believe I can tell you what my job is now. I-I don’t think the numbers will matter anymore in a moment…”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, you know. I don’t mind.”

“No… I… I think it’d be the right thing to do at this point.”

The rumbles in the distance were getting noticeably louder, so much so that it was obvious it wasn’t from a thunderstorm.

“Alright, then what’s your job?” I asked.

Mavu wiped away their tears. “I’d like to apologize, first. For being so clingy, I mean. You see, I’m usually not like this.”

“Hey it’s alright, don’t get all bent over that. Besides, this is one hell of a thing to brag to my friends about. If they even believe me in the first place, heh…”

They chuckled a little, and teared up even more.

“Hey, it’s ok, I won’t tell anyone if you don’t want me to.”

“It’s not that. I wouldn’t mind either way, I know very well nobody would believe you.” They looked up at the sky in a lonesome sort of way, then back down at me. “Thank you for comforting me like this.”

“It’s really no problem, it’s just the kind thing to do. But I do think you’re dodging my question.”

They rested their head on my shoulder again, closing their eyes. “I’m not sure if I want to tell you.”

“Again, you really don’t have to.”

“No, I do have to. I’m holding you in my arms, I’ve been talking to you. You deserve to know. You see… my job…” Mavu put his hands together, and his tablet turned into light, retreating into his pocket.

I waited in anticipation, watching the sky. As Mavu hesitated a little, I saw streaks of red dash through the clouds, burning them away and giving everything a red tint.

Soon, the entire sky was ablaze, waves of fire were dancing across the sky like a hellish version of the northern lights. I could feel the ground shaking, car alarms starting to go off and birds fleeing into the air.

The air was getting hotter, too hot to breathe, screams were echoing in the distance, steadily growing louder, and a horrendous, terrifying roar like a motor was rising up from the depths of the earth, becoming louder and louder.

It was then, softly, Mavu spoke again, scarcely audible over the now deafening turmoil around us, his voice somber and quiet. “My job… is tallying up human deaths for soul collection.”

#writing #my writing #short story #horror #angels #writers on tumblr #writeblr #short fiction

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crownedcrowrow · 2 years ago

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(Alright here's the rant, there's art at the end if you don't feel like reading)

2k3 Leonardo and Rise! Raphael have so much more in common than I would have guessed despite the many differences between them. Specifically their roles in their respective teams, being the leader or the responsible sibling. Both had to grow up too quickly in my opinion, we can clearly see that both are much more mature than their brothers. (This is more of a head cannon but this is why I assume that's the reason they both are shown to own a teddy bear as I mention in the post that started me on this rant.)

To get into the more specific observations, neither one of them asked to be the leader. They just kind of fell into the role because, well, who else would?

In the Rise Movie there was a storyboard that didn't make the final cut. As Raph is talking to Leo Raph states that he never wanted to be leader, he was the oldest and it was his responsibility to look after his brothers. In the episode “Samurai Tourist”, Usagi has a conversation with Leo. Usagi says,” Your eyes betray you, they show me the oppressive burden you have chosen to shoulder.” Leonardo responds with, “ Someone has to.”

Onto my next point. OH MY GOD these poor CHILDREN are so sick with worry and anxiety that they bottle up for the sake of those around them. They are constantly worried about doing a good job and making sure their brothers don't die while also focussing on keeping calm to set a good example. Not to mention there are times they are teased by their brothers for trying to do what they can to make the team stronger. I sincerely don't think their brothers do it on purpose, they just can't relate, therefore they just view it as meaningless team building and extra training. But when there is a close call, it is the leaders fault, after all, a leader is supposed to be able to protect their team. If something goes wrong, if someone gets hurt, or ends up dead, the leader should. Have. Done. Better. They should have found a way out or made a better call, right? Anything it takes to make sure everyone gets out alive, even if it means to sacrifice yourself for the sake of your team. Or at least this is their mindset. We see this demonstrated many times with both characters, Whether it’s Raph throwing himself off a clif to help his brothers ulcock their mystic powers or taking a stab through the shell to protect his little brother. For Leo, whether it's jumping head first into tricky situations to protect his brothers or fighting the Shredder all by himself, even choosing to take on the burden of beheading the Shredder by himself and living with the knowledge of what he did just to make sure no more harm would come to his family. But when their brothers don't listen to them or worse openly ignore them, it gets frustrating and eventually that pent up frustration is going to cause “the cork to pop off the unopened bottle.”

“I'm the oldest here. I'm responsible for keeping us safe and making sure we can handle anything that comes our way, because if I dont we could all end up dead. “

“We stopped half! And only because we got lucky! Is that good enough for you? IS IT? We're always one step behind! We act like a bunch of amateurs! How many times are we gonna get beaten before you guys wise up and realize this isn't a game!?”

To put that all into simple terms, they need so much therapy. Specifically group therapy with Rise! Mikey's “doctor delicate touch” as their therapist. I also just like to think that if Raph or Leo start to think a bit too much about their shell scars and how they got them, their brothers would put gold painto over the edge, kind of like Kintsukuroi. ( If you want to know more about it look it up, I don’t feel that it’s my place to talk on behalf of the Japanese practice. Just think it's really neat and has a beautiful message behind it. Since the turtles are of Japanese descent I figured Splinter would have told his sons about it.) Anyway thank you for coming to my Ted Talk!

As a thanks for making it through my rant here's some art of the bois.

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marimqo · 2 years ago

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[Rough Draft] Yandere Xiao

/Part 1/

Concept/Content: Soft Noncon/Dubcon;

—Reader holds a vision or at least has some kind of fighting ability like the traveler-not weak mortal; Reader could possibly be older than normal human beings. Reader’s name is Mao - pls imagine you got reincarnated as someone named Mao ;;

—No OOC (at least that is what I attempted to do);

—TW Soft hostage/kidnapped; manipulation; smut (might contain heavy smut for the next possible parts too); Obsession and Possessiveness; stalking

-Reader knows Xiao, they are familiar with each other before Xiao reveals his dark desire.

A/n: Rough draft posts means I haven’t really reread and edited them thoroughly; these are just quick rough writing I wrote down to not forget.

I also don’t enjoy putting blank space or y/n in a writing paragraph so I randomly name us Mao. Please bear with me 🐟

Xiao’s burning sensation about you was getting unpleasantly overbearing. He didn’t understand this mortal-like feeling and it kept frustrating him these current days. He wondered what these feelings could have been as he had seemed to lose all his self-control while the feeling kept getting stronger and more intense. He knew he shouldn’t do whatever insane ideas that his mind had been yelling him to do, but it was genuinely getting harder and harder to resist the temptation as days gone by. At some points, he had come to conclusion that this could very well be his karmic debt messing with his head, nevertheless, this was something he has never dealt with before and he really didn’t know how to handle it right. Unfortunately, before Xiao could even figure his mind out, he had already been killing every single being that approach his beloved a little too close —without you knowing, of course.

He could not stop himself, he could not handle this enragement that kept on appearing and lingering inside him, telling him to brutally slaughter those who get too close to you. He wanted you for all himself only, no one deserved to get close to you except him. He might have let it slides if it was just some small talk and meaningless human’s chitchat —for your mental well-being, of course. However, if there was a connection that could possibly be formed and bonded just a tiny bit deeper than he allowed it to be, he would absolutely devour the other person.

Xiao was sort of a distant psycho, he didn’t want to let you know about his obsessive side unless he had no other options left. He would occasionally affect and manipulate your surrounding occurrences and events to make sure everything was under his control, and that you would not be, for even a second, out of his sight. Xiao preferred to play innocent and distant in front of you. So you would think he was harmless, that he would not do anything maniac and overboard. He remained calm and mature in front of you most of the time to create a perfect impression. Little do you know, behind his mask, there was blood everywhere.

However, none of that mattered anymore, because here you are, influenced under his touch, moaning uncontrollably even though you tried so hard to hold it in. He felt completely dazed and high as if he was heavily drunk and could pass out any minute because of this overwhelming thrilling sensation, this was too good to be true, it felt like his heart was about to explode any second now. He was getting so lost in lust that he was already willing to let his mind executed exactly the insane ideas he had been keeping for himself for gods knew how long.

He didn’t bother remember why he was able to get himself into this situation with you in the first place anymore, it was not like he was complaining. You said it was a silly mistake and you didn’t really want this but he didn’t care, he saw the opportunity and took it. When would be the next time you become as vulnerable as this again? He had had enough of waiting and stalking you just to wait for the right time to lure you into his embrace once and for all. But now, look at this golden opportunity gifted by the celestia, he could not let it go. You were heavily influenced by the drug effects and is being super sensual and heated, you bought the wrong item and tested it on yourself recklessly, how careless of you, right?

Xiao walked in right the moment the effect was spreading and you, as helpless and it made you became, immediately ran over to him to steal a kiss. You wrapped your hand around his neck and back and pulled him in for a needy kiss. As the effect started kicking in harder, his natural male body scent became more seductive to you and your sensual body.

“It seems like you appear to need a helping hand, mao”

“n-no..i’m sorry i-i didn’t mean that..”

“..Relax, I won’t tell anyone”

He said, impatiently and roughly brought you up in his arms and carried you over the bed, eyes filling with lust. Xiao slammed you against the bed, following with a sloppy kiss like he was really about to eat you alive, no doubts. Tongues and heavy breathing intertwined, with your sweet little moans in between it all. You couldn’t think clearly anymore, you just wanted to go with the flow right now and let your body felt the pleasure it deserved. But there was something telling you this was not right, you should not be doing this with someone who was not your lover. How would this result in?

Despite you being the person who was affected by the drug, Xiao on the other hand seems unwillingly to let this pass more than you, it almost seemed like he was the one who was drugged in the first place and not you. You called out his name in a lustful and tempting tone telling him to stop. He ignored. The only thing he wanted to focus on right now was making sure you went insane from the pleasure he was giving and made sure you would remember this night forever. He wanted to imprint you with your first time, he was so happy he was your first. Not like anyone else would be capable of this besides him anyways, considering all the secret slaughterings he has done.

“mao, this is all your fault”

Xiao’s mind had gone blank and corrupted completely after hearing his name escaped those beautiful lips of yours again and again, telling him to stop. He was so aroused by you calling his name in such a lewd way even though he knew you didn’t mean it. He hovered over you and started caressing every inch of your curves, amused by the thought that this is all his now and there was no way for you to run away from this situation. You would eventually have to give in, he would make sure it happened that way. And the things after tonight, well that would be another issue that he could handle later on.

Xiao’s sharp golden eyes were filled with so much heavy lust and dark temptation that just one look into his eyes and you knew there were no escape, he would not listen to you at all.

He loved the way your tiny cunt could not let go of his dick whenever he tried to pull out, it tightened and seemed displeased. His eyes got darkened quickly by the thoughts. Yes, you were the one who seduced him, this was your consequence and not his problem to consider stopping this now. He began to express his sexual desires towards you for hours and hours without stopping or slowing down the pace. It was so messy and dirty, one time after another with merely any breaks in between. You probably have done it in every position possible in every corner of the room by now.

You were so embarrassed and could not believe what Xiao was doing right now, it all felt so unfamiliar, this was not the Xiao that you knew at all. How could an adeptus who barely made any mortal interaction had capability to perform sexual acts so surprisingly well like that…

Wait, well? WELL? What do I mean by well!? I’m enjoying this?

Another deep thrust inside of you cutting through your thoughts. He kept changing position and you were just blindly following his lead without the strength to fight back anymore.

“You’re distracting, mao? I’m very unpleased with your attitude. What a disrespectful act towards an adeptus who is trying all his best ways to please you right now”

He groaned, teasingly yet he also truly seemed unpleased. You gulped and asked him one more time to stop.

“Xiao, stop please, it’s enou–ngh”

He continued without considering your words with a dead silence response and rough moves, making your overworked body trembling once more time.

The night is still long. He thought.

He couldn’t get enough of you.

Oh my innocent mao, you wouldn’t think that would be enough for me who has suppressed his feelings for too long, would you?

For how long it could go, Xiao wouldn’t let you lose conscious at all. You didn’t understand how you didn’t faint at some points also, you assumed it was possibly his adeptus manipulation ability.

He finally stopped when the sun came out. You let out a sigh of relief before falling into darkness.

After waking up we will proceed on the next part shall we? Sleep tight, mao.

#xiao x reader #yandere xiao #genshin impact #xiao smut #xiao genshin x reader

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tartglias · 4 years ago

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Xiao, Zhongli and Venti with an immortal s/o

“Sooo 👀 can i request so some fluff hc for venti, xiao and zhongli with an immortal s/o?”

thank you so much for requesting!! this is my first time writing for more than one character at a time so it was a challenge lol thank you sm!!

Xiao

Xiao never understood the importance of time. Days, months, even years feel like nothing when you’re immortal. What a funny thing that is, immortality. He knows normal humans would do anything for it, and he despises them for that. Nothing so great came free, he knew that well. He was freed from tortures, only to get tormented by karma. He could still hear the voices and screams calling for help from tortured souls, these still haunt him daily. But the worst moments come when he sees that figure, that person who he once considered close. So close he could use the human word “soulmate”, if he believed in those, to describe who that person meant to him.

Many centuries back he met you, such a gentle person who got to break down his hard walls. A smile, a touch, a kiss. That’s all it took. So many meaningless years, and he never once encountered a person as kind yet strong like you. Someone who made the daily nightmares cease, with a simple smile and brush of fingers.

He remembers your last words like it was the day before. You were on top of one of the tall stones in Huaguang Stone Forest, Xiao laying his head on your lap and you placing small qingxin flowers on his hair. He wouldn’t allow anyone do that to him ever, but in the end, you were you. And you were different.

“Xiao” you called, once you were done placing the flowers. He opened his eyes and muttered a “hm?” in response. “I have to leave soon. Mondstadt calls me”

He sat up.

“What do you mean?”

“By tomorrow morning, I’ll be on my way back to Mondstadt” you said, quietly standing up.

He stood up too.

“When will I see you again?” he asked, now not being able to look at you.

“I don’t know” you said, reaching out for his hand and taking it. You placed a soft kiss on his knuckles, and he felt himself calm down at the gesture for a moment.

“I meant it when I said I’ll love you forever, Xiao” you said, finally locking eyes with him. You had teary eyes, he dreaded to see you like that. If it were up to him, he would swallow every bit of pain in your body and soul, just to see you smile.

And with that, you disappeared. As quickly as you broke down his walls, you disappeared just as quick the next day. Days, months and years became even more meaningless, but somehow he felt them longer. He missed you every day, he whispered to the moon every night, wishing that some archon would hear and bring you back to him. He knew you were like him, but he never heard from you again. Were you able to finally cross to the other side? He tried to erase those thoughts from his mind.

He later found himself in that very same stone, the one in which he last saw you. New Qingxin flowers blossomed, and they reminded him of you. He sat down, staring at the horizon. But then, he felt a strange swift of wind, and a presence behind him. He quickly stood up, ready to put his mask on and kill whoever dared to interrupt his solitude. But he didn’t. The mask in his hand dropped to the floor, next to the flowers.

“I’m back” you said, with a shy smile.

“You’re back” he said, more to himself than to you. Were you really there?

His question was soon answered, once you stepped closer and pulled him in a hug. He found himself wrapping his arms around you, holding you as close as he could, while trying to hold back his tears.

“I’m sorry I took so long, my beloved” you said as you locked your eyes with his. You grabbed his hand and held it, but you never once let go of the hug.

“I’m here to stay now” you whispered.

Zhongli

“You need to stop playing with people’s hearts” Zhongli said, as he sipped on his tea and looked at you questioningly. You rolled your eyes in response and put your focus back on your potion. A few petals from the most exotic flower in Teyvat, a little bit of juice made from vines and a teaspoon of slime condensate.

“Sometimes mortals need a little push in the right direction” You said, finishing up the mix and transferring it to a small bottle made of glass. “Plus, we’ve been here for centuries, I’m bored and I need a hobby”

“I don’t think that messing with human’s love lives can be considered a hobby. I don’t think it’s morally correct” he said.

“You’re very dramatic. I can feel the true desires of every being that touches the soil in Teyvat, and if I sense that the desire is mutual, I simply work my magic” You said, sitting back on your chair next to the tall man.

“Can’t you let them figure it out by themselves?” He asked.

“That’s no fun Zhongli” You said, finishing up the sweet perfume-potion you were creating.

You and Zhongli have been friends for centuries. You met when you moved to Liyue as the representative of the Dendro Archon, someone you really looked up to. Zhongli was kind enough to make you feel at home, and soon became friends with the Geo Archon. Though you must admit, you always wished it was something more.

Maybe that’s why you picked up this “hobby” of yours. Unrequited love is something painful and mortals only live a short life, you believe they should live it fully, if possible.

“Are you alright?” Zhongli asked, interrupting your thoughts with a concerned look on his face. You didn’t realize you had a sad look on yours.

“Oh? Yeah of course” You said, quickly brushing it off and proceeding decorating the small glass bottle.

“Y/n-“ he started, placing a hand on top of yours in order to get your attention. “I’ve known you for a long time. I know when something is wrong”

It was funny. He knew you like the back of his hand, he knew how to read you since the first time he laid his eyes on you. Yet he never found out how you truly felt about him, how your heart made like a million flips whenever he did something as simple as hold your hand, or brush a hair away from your face. All these little things and gestures, have been making you swoon over your closest friend for years, centuries even.

“Time and love are strange concepts, aren’t they?” You asked, looking straight at him. Here goes nothing, you thought.

“I believe those are rather simple concepts”

“You can spend a lifetime with someone, know every habit and expression but you don’t know how they truly feel about you” You said staring at him, searching for any hint that indicated he knew what you were talking about. But you saw nothing. Who were you kidding? He’s just your friend, has been for a long time.

You let out a defeated laugh, standing up and letting go of his hand. “Forgive me, I don’t really know what i’m saying” you said, grabbing the potion and starting to leave. But you felt his hand on your wrist, stopping your movements.

“You said you felt the desires of every being that stepped foot on Teyvat’s soil, am I right?” he asked, looking at you. You nodded. “Does it work on me?”

“You wanted to get close to me, as a friend”

“My apologies my dearest y/n, but I think your blessing is wrong” he said, standing up and holding your hand once again. “I did want to get closer to you as a friend at first, but not any longer. I’ve been observing mortals for a while as well, on my daily walks through Liyue Harbor, and I think I finally understood my feelings”

You were sure that if Zhongli listened close enough, he would hear the fast beating of your heart.

“I’ve been waiting for you to use your love potion on me, my dear y/n. I’m sure it wouldn’t have worked anyways since I believe it would take a lot of effort to make an effective potion that could work on me. But it would have given me the excuse to tell you how I really feel” he said.

“How do you feel then?” you asked him, looking up at the tall man.

“I think I’m very lucky to have you by my side, and it makes me want to travel to the Dendro nation and personally thank the Archon for assigning you to Liyue. I also want you to still be by my side for the centuries to come, if you’re okay with that” he said, lowering his voice by the end.

You acted before you could process your thoughts. You stood on your tippy toes and kissed his cheek gently, never letting go of his hand. He liked you, he felt the same way about you. It was real.

“I’m okay with that” you replied.

Venti

It was almost noon, almost an hour after the original time you accorded with Venti to meet. You planned a picnic date by the big tree near the statue of the Seven, your favorite spot. The same spot which later, became Venti’s favorite spot as well.

He wasn’t a person who would jump straight to conclusions. You were late. Maybe you fell asleep, maybe you couldn’t find the guitar you promised to bring so you could play a duet. Being late doesn’t mean something bad happened, right?”

He decided to wait a few more moments, but once the sun set, he had enough. He went out to try and find you. He went to your house, but noticed the door was locked and no one was inside. “They left” he thought.

He slowly but surely started to get desperate. Where were you? Were you hurt? Did you get lost somehow? He went to Angel’s Share, and not even Master Diluc had seen you. If Venti wasn’t in such a panicked state, he would have noticed the rare concerned and worried look Diluc had on his face.

If any traveler walked by literally any road in Mondstadt, they would soon encounter a big rush of wind. Venti went from here to there as fast as he could, trying to find you.

He soon enough found you in Stormbearer Mountains, fighting hilichurls and two pyro mages. You looked tired, sweat covering your body and your clothes were dirty. It was obvious that this has been going on for a while. You gripped your sword as hard as you could, and kept fighting. Why didn’t you call for him? With no exception, Venti tells you daily to call for him if you ever encounter a problem. It’s not that he doesn’t think you’re strong, oh no, he believed you were the strongest mortal in Teyvat. But in the end, to him you were still a mortal. Fragile and over-sensitive. He often told you to call his name, that the wind will carry it and he will appear there to help you out. So why didn’t you?

“y/n!” he screamed, once he laid his eyes on you. You turned around and saw a rush on wind, and felt his presence. What you didn’t feel though, was the pyro attack coming from one of the mages. The mage summoned three pyro artifacts that surrounded you, and burnt you. You felt your energy slip away, your head dizzy and your body burning. Then, you felt the cold wind, Venti quickly finishing off the mages and the remaining hilichurls.

Venti thought it was over. You were kneeled down, burnt skin, gasping for air. It was over, you were going to die. He felt his eyes water and fear running through his veins. He wrapped his arms around you, making you lean on his chest.

“Don’t leave me” he begged. “please”

“My dear, I don’t think I can” you said, letting out a short laugh.

“Please stay strong, I think I can carry you to the cathedral but you need to hold very still so-“ he started saying, now fully crying but you interrupted him by putting a hand on his cheek and wiping his tears with your thumb.

“I’m serious, I don’t think I can leave anyways. Venti, I literally can’t die.” you said, with a laugh and slowly standing up.

“You... you’re immortal?” he asked, looking up at you, not being able to leave the floor.

You nodded. “I thought you knew”

“I hate you” he said, standing up and wiping away his tears. “I do”

“No you don’t. But you’re cute though!” you said, grabbing his face and kissing the tip of his nose. “I’m very sorry I’m late though, my commission took longer than I thought but let me compensate you with dinner and a bottle of wine”

“But you’re still burnt?” he asked you, concern still in his face.

“Oh don’t worry about that, it will rip out when I start walking. I have healthy skin underneath” you said, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Why do I feel like this is not your first time getting so hurt?” he asked letting out a soft chuckle, suddenly feeling lighter now that he knows you’re okay and will probably be okay for a long long while.

“Eh, been there done that a few times” you simply said, taking his hand and walking back to the city of Mondstadt.

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angel-dust-addict · 2 years ago

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With the frame of mind he was in, Angel hadn't really been paying conscious attention to Alastor. Yes, he'd been watching the deer demon, even when his primary eyes were closed - he had six more and Alastor was on his bad side anyway, where his primary set was concerned. But he hadn't been paying the stag much mind. Not until he moved. The touch was unexpected and for just a brief flicker of a moment, he opened his mouth. Those fangs snapped shut though an instant later and he pressed his upper hands to his face.

"Fuck, I shouldn't'a told ya all'a that," he groaned, his voice muffled by his hands still covering his face. A beat later, they drifted up to thread fingers into his hair and yank. He was once again watching Alastor primarily with his secondary eyes. "An' this is why I'm a goddamn moron an' I get myself inta this kinda shit in tha first place. I don't fucking think about shit."

He sighed, finally letting go of his hair and just clenching his upper hands into fists for lack of anything else to do with them. His expression was exhausted and a bit defeated as he looked down at Alastor. "Ya ain't gonna say nothin' about any'a that, right? I mean, I can't really give ya any kind'a ultimatum 'bout it. I know ya could prol'ly wipe me off tha fuckin' map with yer mind or some shit if ya really wanted to. But most'a that... Val'd have a fuckin' fit about it. An' I've dealt wit' a few'a those. I'm lucky he wants ta keep me able ta perform. Can't dance like I do if ya got a broken arm or somethin'. He could try'n force me to, but he's smart enough ta know I physically couldn't. An' if I ain't dancin' tha club's losin' tha money I could be bringin' in. I ain't just blowin' smoke when I say I'm his biggest sta'. Grants me a li'l bit'a protection. But if I piss 'im off bad enough..."

He didn't clarify, but he didn't figure he needed to. Alastor was smart enough to figure it out. He just sort of sagged against the counter. He looked as though he'd just been in a fight. It was as though any energy he might have had was gone and he was barely keeping his feet. With a sigh, he said tiredly, "I...guess ya undahstand tha food thing now. An' why I ain't quittin' my job no matta' how much Vaggie bitches about it bein' bad fa' tha hotel's image."

One thing he did wonder at a bit was Alastor's response to his explanation of his plight. Most people would have tried to reassure him. Or they would have told him to stop being a coward and just leave Val already. Maybe not in those exact words, but it'd be the same sentiment. Or they'd try to spoonfeed him things he already knew. That he was being manipulated, that Val was using him, same old shit. Like he was too stupid to realize even though he'd just explained exactly that.

Alastor didn't do that. Instead, the stag had just thanked Angel for telling him. He didn't try to tell Angel what to do or offer empty, meaningless platitudes. He just thanked Angel and offered some small reassurance by way of a gentle touch. Which was another thing Angel was surprised by. Most people, if they saw him as angry as he knew he'd looked, wouldn't have come near him. Especially given the fangs. He realized the hollow set were visible right about the time he had clicked his jaw shut following the impulse to bite. Alastor, however, had still gotten close enough to touch him. Had risked touching him.

Granted, Alastor probably had little reason to fear Angel. The spider cut an impressive figure at nearly eight feet tall without his heeled boots. His sheer size could lend him a great deal of advantage when it came to intimidation. But Alastor had other tricks up his sleeve besides just the brute force so many demons relied on. So perhaps that was it. He was honestly too tired to work it out at the moment. He picked up his mug of coffee and took a long drink. God, but he needed the caffeine right now.

angel-dust-addict:

The spider watched Alastor add the water to the coffee with only the slightest bit of alarm when the deer turned his head far further than he should have been able to. The proclamation that the Radio Demon would be the one to kill the Media Demon didn’t bother him in the slightest. It seemed pretty damn fitting, really.

But then Alastor went and asked that. And that was a whole can of worms he was still sorting through himself. Hesitantly, choosing to study the steam rising from the coffee the stag was preparing rather than the man himself, he replied, “I… Well… It’s complicated.”

That explained nothing. He took a deep breath to steady himself and calm his racing heart before he answered quietly, “Maybe it ain’t that complicated. Fa’ one, he’d kill me if I tried ta leave. I know that. I’ve known that fa’ years. It’s not even about losin’ his biggest sta’. Not really. He and I… Like I said before, I ain’t anythin’ more'n Val’s pet slut. An’ he’d have no problem puttin’ me down if I tried ta get away from ‘im.

“But that whole losin’ his biggest sta’ bit would definitely be part of it. Mostly, he just can’t stand tha thought a seein’ me free. An’ I know bettah'n ta test 'im. Made that mistake once or twice. Besides, what the fuck else am I good for? I ain’t got yer smarts or Charlie’s powa’ or Vaggie’s… whatever tha hell Vaggie’s got. Like I said, I been a whore fer a long fuckin’ time because it’s tha only thing I know how ta do. I’m good wit’ a gun an’ I’m good in bed. An’ I know which one’s less likely ta get me killed, first off. But I’ve been… I was…” He stumbled to a halt as he found himself verging on talking about his life in the living world. Quickly, he backtracked. “I mean, not that bein’ a whore’s exactly *safe*. But I ain’t got a price on my head, so that’s somethin’. Only price I got on me’s whatever Val decides ta set.”

He opened his mouth to say something else, then closed it again, primary eyes closing and hands clutching into fists. It took a moment for him to relax a little and open his eyes, though he kept his gaze laser focused on a spot that was straight ahead and down a bit. He didn’t look at Alastor at all as he confessed, “An’-an’ like I said, I ain’t got yer smarts. He wasn’t… It wasn’t always like this. He wasn’t always like this. An’ I know that’s how his type works. Start off real sweet an’ then rip ya ta shreds. He ain’t tha first'a those I’ve been with.” He scoffed, and sounded angry as he continued speaking, “Like I said, I ain’t dat smart. I didn’t miss tha signs, he just seemed betta’ than tha last one. An’ part'a me keeps thinkin’ maybe he’ll, I dunno, maybe he’ll be that guy again. Fuckin’ moron’s what I am. I got myself inta this fuckin’ mess I’m stuck in. Which just goes ta show, I ain’t good fa’ anythin’ but dis.”

Finally he looked back up at Alastor and said with just a trace that anger and the same drawn expression he’d been wearing. He was shaking very faintly, just a fine tremor in his hands. “But more'n anythin’, I don’t really got a choice. I know he’ll kill me if I try ta leave an’ it ain’t like I’m good fa’ anythin’ else anyway. So what good would leavin’ do me?”

By the time he stopped speaking entirely, he was very nearly panting, his fangs were bared - the hollow set he almost never let show included - in a vicious snarl, and his hands were shaking a little more visibly.

Complicated. He figured that much. If his reason for staying with Valentino were a simple one, Alastor had a feeling that Charlie would have latched onto it and attempted to fix it already. That’s not to say he believes for even a second that Charlie is privy to a third of what their dear patron is going through, though, she is aware of his profession, and she must be aware of who runs that profession.

Alastor’s ears tick forward once more when Angel draws in such a deep breath, and this time, that’s where they remain: Eagerly perked towards the arachnid as he tries to keep himself calm and explain himself. He’d kill me. Truly, he could have stopped there. That’s a good enough reason. Below the ground, your every decision must be catered toward your survival. If it isn’t, you will face your second death in a matter of hours. Of course, if Alastor were Charlie, he would begin insisting that the hotel could provide protection. Ah, that belle’s boundless optimism is wonderful for entertainment, yet it falls apart so quickly when presented with something remotely serious.

Valentino didn’t rise to his position through power alone. He stepped on many people– dragged many people through the mud.

E̸̢͈͋̓̐̀̊̍̓̋̔̎̃n̷̡͕͖̝̞̝͍͙̩̘̆̒̉͌̑̓s̶̩̭͋̌̾l̶̛͓̥̩̊́͛̌͘̚a̷̡̯͍͓̺͖͙̯͗̿̆́͆̈́̔̌͊̀̎̄͠͝͝v̸̝̲̞̹̣̻͔̌̎͊̾̑̑̇̒̀̕͝͝͝ẹ̶̮̱̩̠̘̥͈͎̫͑̀̓͋͐̓́́͆̓̐̊ď̵̮͙͇̹͕̦͚̙̲̬̤̀̈̎̒̈̚͠ numerous people to get where he is. For the most part, those people are still out there, lying in wait to do more of his bidding. It wouldn’t merely be a matter of protecting Angel from this singular man, but rather an entire network. This is not a case where honeyed words and soft promises will mean a thing.

Despite that being a very valid reason, Angel has more. Alastor waves his hand to conjure the second coffee cup between his index finger and thumb rather than turn away from his conversational partner. It gives him something to squeeze ever-so-slightly when Angel, once more, refers to himself as Valentino’s pet.

Ears still perked forward, Alastor’s head tilts just a hair to the side when Angel closes his eyes. He can’t tell if this is difficult or therapeutic for Angel to get all of this out of his system. Alastor did give him an out at the very beginning; Angel could have said Alastor was overstepping and it could have been left there. Be that as it may, from what Angel has said about his history with overlords, it may be that he didn’t think Alastor meant what he said. Perhaps he thought he would be made to spill his proverbial guts whether he wanted to or not.

Three. Alastor thinks to himself. That’s the third time since Angel started explaining that he said he wasn’t smart, and yet, at every corner, he’s proved himself wrong: He’s no fool. He knows what Valentino’s done to him; he knows he’s been manipulated, he knows his wish for Valentino to be the man he pretended to be is a ridiculous one. Yet he continues, as if those phrases he keeps repeating have been carved into his very mind and soul: I’m nothing more than a pet. What else am I good for? I got myself into this mess. I’m not good for anything. I’m not good for anything. What good will getting away do?

Angel looks at Alastor fully for the first time since he started explaining himself. His body looks haggard, his fangs bared as if he’s been backed into a corner, his hands shaking– ah, they were shaking a bit before, but now it’s considerably more… violent. Alastor sets his cup on the counter and takes a small step forward, placing his palm delicately over one of Angel’s shaking hands. “Thank you for telling me.” He says softly.

Perhaps this is the part where he should say more, but it’s obvious there’s nothing he could say that Angel hasn’t already told himself. Angel isn’t a fool, he knows exactly what’s being done to him. Alastor telling him he’s being manipulated would not be news and it would not be helpful. Angel doesn’t need another man talking down to him. A soft touch, a show of appreciation for putting himself through that stress to satisfy Alastor’s curiosities. He’ll wait to see how Angel reacts before choosing what to say next.

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hotch-stufff · 3 years ago

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Surprise, Surprise

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x F!reader

Warnings!: there are no warnings, im not telling you a single thing. It's a surprise. Just read and find out ;)

Also, as much as I love him, Jack does not exist in this story, wasn't really sure how to write him in.

Author's Note: I'm so sorry that I haven't written in a while, I have had no inspiration and my bf dumped me so... ya'know that was nice. Anyways, finally getting some inspo, hopefully I will be writing more. Hope you guys enjoy this one :) Also, the mood board is mine, but the images are all from pintrest.

Word count: 1.4 k words

This is an emotional roller coaster

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You couldn't breathe.

You couldn't move, or speak.

Your knees gave out as you fell to the floor, sobs racking your body.

You felt arms wrap around you, but it didn't help. You were suffocating. He was your air, and he had just been ripped from your lungs.

He was gone, dead.

Your husband.

The love of your life.

Aaron Hotchner was dead

* * *

You don't remember anything after the doctor uttered those words. You don't remember Rossi picking you up and holding you. You don't remember the sad glances, the tears shed by your teammates. You don't remember the car ride to your now empty shared apartment. You don't remember lying down and sobbing into the pillow for hours.

No, you only remember the pain. The unbearable pain of loss.

He was gone. Really gone.

You cried and cried for hours on end. Until you had no tears left to shed.

Then you just lied there, staring at the wall, gripping his favorite shirt in your arms, remembering every little moment with him.

And it hurt like hell just thinking of everything you did with him. The day you met. Your first kiss, your first date. The day he proposed. Your wedding. Every little thing.

And you wouldn't be able to do anything else. You wouldn't have kids with him. You guys had just talked about having a baby just the other day. He wanted one so bad.

You shouldn't have waited.

Because now, now he was gone.

* * *

The next few days were a blur. You found yourself with home-cooked meals overflowing your fridge. A team member at your house every night. But it was all a blur.

All meaningless without Aaron.

The funeral was coming up. You didn't make any arrangements, you asked Rossi if he could handle it and he quickly agreed.

He had taken care of finding the casket, picking a place, and finding a burial site. Everything.

The only thing you had asked for was a closed casket.

You couldn't handle looking at him.

* * *

On the day of the funeral, the girls all came over to help you get ready.

"Alright y/n, do you have a dress?" Penny asked as she walked out of kitchen.

"In the closet." You croaked. Your voice being hoarse from the crying and lack of speaking for the past two weeks.

"Okay I'll grab that, and shoes. Jj is going to make you breakfast and Em is going to do your hair okay?" You gave her a sad smile and a small okay.

Penny quickly walked back your hallway as Em began pulling your hair back in a low ponytail. You felt the tears begin slipping down your face once again.

Jj saw as she walked back in the room with a bagel and coffee.

"Oh sweetheart." And the dam broke. They comforted you the best they could. But they couldn't even imagine what you were going through, because he was gone.

* * *

The funeral was a blur. It seemed like everything was these days.

It was a beautiful service. You don't remember much. Lots of hugs and 'sorry for your loss's.

It had gone quickly, and soon you found yourself in Rossi's living room. Everyone but the team had left, you sat alone. The rest were in the kitchen cleaning up.

You didn't move from your spot, sipping your wine.

Everyone walked in, and found spots around you.

It was silent. Not a single word was spoken.

"I'm taking a leave of absence." You spoke.

6 pairs of eyes shot to you, but they couldn't say they were surprised.

"It's just too much. I'm not ready to come back." Your voice was quiet. Rossi was the first to say anything.

"Take all the time you need."

* * *

And you did. You spent about 3 months in that apartment, alone and sad and heartbroken.

But you realized that Aaron would never want you to live like this. And you really needed to be able to pay the bills.

So after those 3 months, you gave Rossi a call. He had become until chief since you had left, and he instantly accepted you back to the team.

You were slowly getting better.

Each passing case a distraction.

Each one fixing you just a bit more.

Each one giving your life a purpose, a meaning again.

And you felt better. You stopped crying yourself to sleep. You stopped sitting in silence for hours on end. You stopped crying every time you thought about him.

But you still visited him every week. You still thought about him everyday. You still wore your wedding rings, refusing to take them off.

But you were better.

* * *

A few more months went by and you started going out with the team again. You spent more time with them. Almost every weekend. And you were somewhat okay.

And it wasn't until about 8 months after his death did your world come to another crashing halt.

You had been called in to the BAU, not entirely sure why, but you came in none the less.

You figured it was a case, but Jj hadn't specified on the phone, which was strange.

You had walked up to the conference room, and were surprised to see the whole team sitting there ready to go.

"Hey guys, do we have a case?" You asked, but Jj sent you a sad look causing you to grow worried.

"Y/n, you should sit down for this." You had no idea what was going on. What on earth was happening. "Peter Raymond recently resurfaced, and was taken into custody this morning about an hour ago. He resisted arrest and pulled a gun on an officer. He was shot and killed." Your heart hammered in your chest. He was gone. The bastard who killed your husband was gone. Rossi stood walking towards Jj.

A pit grew in your stomach, there was more, something you didn't know.

"8 months ago I made a decision that greatly affected this team. Aaron Hotchner received substantial injuries from the wounds he endured, but his surgery was a success and he was airlifted to an unknown location. His identity was changed in order to keep him safe. But he is alive."

You couldn't believe your ears. He was alive. Alive?

Your eyes shot to the door and there he stood.

Aaron Hotchner.

You couldn't breathe.

You couldn't move or speak.

He was alive, you should be ecstatic.

But you only felt anger.

Your eyes shot to Rossi.

"How dare you." You whispered out, surprising the team. You weren't an angry person, you never yelled at your teammates. But you, you were seething. "How could you do that. You knew he was alive and yet you let me suffer. You watched as I cried day and night. You watched as I let myself go, as I lost myself." You shook your head in anger.

Aaron stepped forward reaching out for you, but you shook your head.

"Dont touch me. Don't fucking touch me." You felt the tears fall down your face. Again. "You left me. You're dead. You're gone. Y-you left." You were shaking and crying and once again Aaron reached out for you, but this time you let him.

He brought you into a crushing hug, holding you like you had begged to be held for months.

He was here, really here. You could smell and feel and see him. He was really here.

"Y-you bastard. You left me." You whispered desperately as you cried into his shirt.

The team was quick to disperse. They too were mad at Rossi, and they wanted to reunite with Hotch. But they left you be, at least for now.

Aaron pulled back slightly, looking down at you.

"Sweetheart I'm so sorry. I wish I didn't have to. But he would have killed you and then he would have killed me." He had tears running down his face as well now. But you were so angry at him.

You pushed him away.

"I could have gone with you Aaron. You could have gone into witsec. You didn't need to fake your fucking death Aaron!" You yelled at him. you couldn't even believe you were eating this conversation.

"Y/n please, I'm so sorry." You were mad yeah, but you were so overwhelmingly relieved that it overpowered your anger. "I missed you sweetheart." He whispered out and you broke just a little bit more.

"You bastard. Y-you stupid man." You pulled him back to you and slammed your lips together. "You stupid, stupid man." You gasped out between kisses.

"I know, I'm so sorry. I love you." He stated after you pulled away.

"I-I love you too." You were sobbing at this point.. "Don't ever do that to me again." He nodded, leaning in to kiss you again.

And you kissed your husband.

Because he wasn't gone.

He was right here.

And god did it feel amazing to have him back

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elysiadjarin · 3 years ago

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Day 3: Dacryphilia

Jesse Cromeans may be a ruthless killer, but at home with you? You’re the one in charge. And especially those days when you’re annoyed at how long he’s been gone and he comes back so desperate for your attention… well. You did so like to see him cry.

Day 3 of Kinktober has arrived! I actually think I discovered some things about myself writing this one, so y’all enjoy. 😂 Find my Kinktober Masterlist here.

Warnings: Minors DNI, this is 18+ content only. This one is a slasher x reader fic, so please beware of mentions of murder and assault as part of the territory, though nothing is explicitly mentioned. PinV unprotected sex, dacryphilia, desperation, cumplay.

Tags: Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull) x reader, slasher x reader, yandere!reader, soft femdom, sub/dom themes

Paint Splatters over Canvas

It was rather funny, really.

You scrolled through your phone, ignoring the giant man standing in the doorway of the room staring at you. Jesse had always made a point of never touching you without your permission. A way for him to separate the meaningless victims of his murderous hobby with you, his wife, his everything. And while of course your relationship stayed perfectly strong, you well aware of his hobby and he well aware of your own tendencies… it did sometimes backfire on him in the best worst ways.

Like now. When you were annoyed with him because he’d been gone an entire day later than he’d promised, extra dark web cash be damned. A promise was a promise, and it wasn’t as though he’d needed the money. He did have a perfectly legal and highly successful business, after all. So shouldn’t you have come first?

You liked revenge cold, playing the long game; something you had in common with Jesse. And today, you certainly had plans put in place for said revenge. Which, for the time being, meant ignoring Jesse. You had plenty to occupy you, from communications for the business to just working on your own projects. Still, you’d made sure to be just nonchalant enough to let him know that it was all so… deliberate.

Jesse shuffled in the doorway, clearly wanting your attention but knowing better than to think any sort of demanding would get him anywhere. He’d learned the hard way that at home, his power over subordinates decidedly did not apply to you. When you didn’t give him any response, he hovered for a moment, clearly trying to decide on what to do next.

You knew how he would get after a mission. Needy. Wanting. Starved for attention and affection from you. Pent up for days, probably thinking about you every spare moment between takes.

With a hum, you typed out a message on your phone before standing and heading for the doorway. You briefly looked up to see him as you brushed past in the doorway. “Oh, hi, Jesse,” you said, giving him a brief, distracted smile. “I’m off to get ready for a meeting with a client.” You headed for the bedroom, already thinking about your next steps.

You could hear him following behind you, could almost feel the mounting despair as he started to realized what was happening. Why you had used his name instead of the usual love, darling. His shoulders hunched, and you could see his face twist as he clearly tried to think of what to do. He already knew that you’d have your revenge however you wanted: apologies would be expected but certainly wouldn’t get him any closer to mercy.

Walking into the bedroom, you headed straight for the bathroom to start preparing. Jesse still trailed along behind you like a forlorn, helpless puppy, and you swore you could almost hear him let out a small whine. Pausing for a moment in front of your vanity, you dialed your friend’s number and set it to speaker, putting it down on the countertop and sitting in front of the mirror.

You tied your hair up and reached for your cosmetics, beginning the process as the phone dialed. Your friend picked up quickly, already in on your plan thanks to your texting. She always approved of your payback plans.

Bestie! I thought you said you had to prepare for the meeting? I mean, yknow, not that I don’t like hearing from you. She cheerfully teased over the phone.

You smiled. “Well yeah, I just sat down to do my makeup. But I mean, we did say we were going to talk about the party for little Jacen this weekend, and what better time than now? You can help me pick out an outfit once I’m done,” you cajoled, noticing how Jesse sat on the edge of the jacuzzi bathtub, unabashedly staring at you. He always had loved watching you get ready for an event. Not that you minded.

Fair enough. Your best friend admitted readily. But seriously, you didn’t have to go all out for Jacen like this. She half scolded. It’s so much!

You laughed lightly, the creamy foundation smoothing across your skin. “Oh c’mon, he’s my adorable little nephew in all but name. He deserves to get spoiled by his doting Aunt, let me have my fun,” you wheedled, knowing she would cave.

She sighed over the receiver. I swear, girl, you could convince anyone into anything.

“Or maybe I’m just your weakness, Miss Mara,” you teased back. The soft brush in your fingers blended the contour onto your face, and you smiled as you glanced at the phone. “But anyway, did you manage to figure out what he might want for a birthday present? Or are we going with my original idea to let him loose in a mall?”

Oh, no, you are so not buying him everything he points at. I’d never get him to not be a spoiled brat if I let you.Mara snorted. I’ll text you what I figured out, he seems to be pretty fixated on it right now.

“Ugh, fineeee,” you sighed, rolling your eyes. “But I’m going to at least get him that adorable motorized scooter I showed you before. He’s going to look so cute riding around in it.”

Fair enough I suppose. Better than the mall idea— wait, did you just get me to agree to something extravagant by threatening something so ridiculous—

“Anyway,” you interrupted blithely, “did you send out invitations to everyone?”

Yep, and I got back all the RSVPs. Speaking of which, I thought you said that you were meeting with the CEO of some business tonight? What’s that all about? I know you, you normally don’t like dealing with people.

You sighed. “Well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag a little.” You pouted, reaching for the eyeshadow and liner. “Jesse was supposed to be back yesterday, but since he wasn’t I had to reschedule, and I promised to personally meet with the CEO in order to smooth over ruffled feathers. But besides that… I wanted to be there personally to see my best friend and her husband’s house finally paid off for their fifth anniversary.”

A pause. Then a screech that made you grin. You’re not serious! Babes, no, wait—

“No use protesting!” You said cheerfully, waving your brush. “It’s already been practically settled. Besides, you both need to start saving up for Jacen’s college funds. We did have the agreement that I’d open the doors to whatever college he wanted instead of just paying for it,” you reminded.

Ugh, I don’t know if I want to smack you or hug you, you sly little— Mara groaned. Wait till I tell Damien, he won’t know what hit him. She laughed. Thank you. You know how much it means to us. I won’t scold.

“Good.” You nodded. “And you know I’ll take care of you.”

She sighed. Never doubted it. So, how’s the process?

You hummed, pursing your lips as you finished the eyeshadow and grabbed the mascara. “About to do mascara, then all I have left is the lipstick. But shouldn’t I wait till we pick a dress before I actually pick a color?”

Probably. What’s the mood? You going for boss ass bitch, sultry Queen, or mysterious vampire lady? Amusement laced Mara’s voice.

“You’re not even in my house and yet you walked in and called me out to my face,” you said dryly, earning laughter. Jesse, you saw in the mirror, tilted his head with a small smile playing over his lips. He’d quietly observed the whole processes, eyes fixed on your face.

Only cause I love you. So, show me the closet, girl! Oh, show me your makeup first tho so we got reference.

You picked up the phone as you finished, turning on the camera so she could see your makeup sans the lipstick. She whistled, eyebrows wriggling teasingly as she grinned.

Oh, so mysterious vampire queen it is. She smirked. Closet. Though I do have the feeling that we’re going to be choosing a gorgeous red lipstick.

“Yes ma’am,” you answered, standing and heading for your closet. You heard Jesse stand and follow behind you, and stifled a smile. Flipping the camera, you started to flip through the racks of dresses. “Does that mean we’re leaning towards a black dress?”

Hmm, probably. Actually, how about one of your sleek black ones? The one with like, barely any frills and only a tiny bit of lace at the top. Off the shoulder. If you’re gonna try to assert dominance, probably drawing attention to your mouth and hands is the best way to go.

You tilted your head at the hangers, then nodded. “You’re right. Especially if I go for the red lipstick. I could also honestly use a glass of wine during that meeting,” you sighed.

Mara snickered. Blood in a wine glass? How stereotypical of you, madame.

“You hush, drama queen,” you said dryly, finding the dress she’d described and pulling it out.

Ooh, that’s the one! And I know you have that one crimson shade of lipstick that I always say looks vampiric.

You went back to the vanity and set the phone down, pretending to not notice that it showed Jesse standing in the doorway, clearly staring at you. You slid your shirt off, careful not to smudge any makeup, then slipped out of your pants and reached for the dress. Smoothing it over your front to get rid of any wrinkles, you sat back down and tilted the camera back to yourself, reaching for the lipstick.

“This one, right?” You waved it in front of your face.

Yep! That dress is stunning, by the way. Oh, and what are you doing with your hair?

“Ugh, I don’t really wanna bother too much with it, so I figured I’d go with the… messy, loose waves.” You shrugged, applying the lipstick.

Mara snorted. I think you mean, ‘sorry I’m late I was doing things’ while ignoring Jesse staggering behind you clearly radiating ‘I’m things’ energy.

You half-choked, laughing despite yourself. “Mara-! Seriously!”

She rolled her eyes at you. I’m just saying it like it is. But you go girlie, you look bomb. She laughed. Blow them all away. Be the boss bitch you are. A noise in the background interrupted her. Oop, that’s my cue. I gotta go, text me though okay?

“Will do, tell Damien and Jacen hi for me.” You smiled and hung up, finishing fluffing your hair. Standing, you grabbed the phone and headed for the door. “The meeting is in five minutes,” you remarked to Jesse as you passed him in the doorway. “If you want to join.”

You saw him type on his phone, the text to speech translator sounding a moment later. May I be there with you?

You flashed him a warm smile, as though you weren’t at all deliberately enacting revenge. “Of course! I’d love to have you there. Let’s go.” With a little hum, you headed towards the stairs.

Your phone pinged with a message. Girl, I swear he was drooling. You’re so mean sometimes. Not that he didn’t deserve it.

You suppressed a laugh, replying with one hand as your other slid down the bannister to guide you down the staircase. You know it. Mission so far successful. Wish me luck, I’m about to go into this meeting.

You looked up as you got to the bottom of the stairs, seeing an assistant waiting with the guest. The assistant bowed politely. “May I introduce Mr. Trace, CEO of Finley Bank.”

Giving the assistant a nod, you turned to Mr. Trace. “Greetings, Mr. Trace. Welcome! Thank you for agreeing to meet with me. I do apologize for the delay,” you said, taking charge and sweeping towards the parlor.

He followed after automatically. “Of course, Mrs. Cromeans,” he answered, quickly recovering from his moment of bewilderment.

You motioned to a chair, sitting on the velvet couch across the coffee table. “Please, please, have a seat,” you said, keeping the easy smile on your face. “Can I get you a drink? Anything at all?”

He blinked, sitting down and setting his briefcase next to him. “Ah— thank you. I’d appreciate a scotch on the rocks if it’s available.”

“Of course,” you said easily, nodding to the maid standing nearby. “A red wine for me, please.” You smiled at Jesse as he sat next to you. “Your regular?” you asked sweetly. At his nod, you turned back to the maid. “And a glass of dry white.”

She bowed and went to go fetch the drinks.

“I’m sure you have plenty of other things to do, Mr. Trace,” you said smoothly, “so I’ll not take any more of your time than necessary. Of course, as I said, I’d like to discuss several things with you…”

Twenty minutes later found you leaning against the arm of the couch, feet propped up beside you as you swirled the last dregs of the red wine, tapping the glass with your fingernails. The CEO had long since emptied his scotch, and Jesse was on his second glass. His fingers kept clenching around the flute of his glass every time your feet brushed against his thigh.

“Of course,” Trace said with a nod, jotting down the final notes on the paperwork. “Easily managed. Are there any other details you would like to add or anything else to discuss?” He looked up at you.

Your tactics of firm politeness and the scotch seemed to have worked their charm, and you’d been able to rather easily dominate the flow of the interaction. Not to mention, Mara had been right about appearances clearly setting a tone. Trace seemed to be studiously avoiding eye contact with either you or Jesse.

“Not at all, Mr. Trace,” you said, a pleased note in your voice. “I’m rather pleased at how everything has turned out. We do so value your business, you know.” You tilted the glass in your fingers. “Shall I sign the papers?”

“At your leisure.” He slid them across the table toward you.

You slowly uncurled yourself like a lazy feline, straightening yourself and leaning over to set the glass down on the table. Grasping the pen, you slowly signed your name on the papers, eyes glancing over the print to ascertain that everything was in order. Shuffling through the papers, you finally set the pen down.

Trace took them back, glancing through them before nodding. “Everything seems to be in order.” He slid them back into his briefcase. “Thank you as always for your business, Mrs. Cromeans, Mr. Cromeans.”

You nodded, and Jesse stood, setting his glass down. You rose as well, sliding your arm into the crook of his elbow as he automatically adjusted for you. “And thank you for your help, Mr. Trace,” you answered easily. “I do hope you have a productive rest of the day. Do be safe out there.”

He nodded as the assistant returned to escort him out. “Same to you.”

With a hum, you absently patted Jesse’s arm and let yours slide out of his grasp, drifting towards the stairs again. “Oh, I need to go tell Mara it’s all confirmed. Besides, this dress is only comfortable for so long,” you remarked, pulling out your phone again.

Guess who completely owns their house now? You texted Mara, smiling. And your tactics worked, I think dominance was asserted.

You waltzed into the bedroom, headed straight for the closet. “Jesse, are you hungry? I think the food I ordered should have arrived by now, it should be in front of the TV. Maybe pick a movie? I still have a few messages to send.”

You changed into a comfortable black babydoll nightdress, sighing in relief as the silk slid over your skin. It was far more comfortable, and you could feel yourself finally starting to relax after the pent-up tension of the meeting. You really did hate dealing with people, especially ones like the CEO.

Your phone buzzed as you went to go pick it back up. You are literally the best. Now go finish seducing Jesse while I go figure out how to make this news sexy.

Stifling a snort, you went to go wipe your makeup off and wash your face. You could hear the sounds of the TV starting in the bedroom, so you took one more glance in the mirror before heading out into the room, still tapping at your phone. You still had to finish some arrangements for Jacen’s birthday, after all, and your revenge was still percolating.

Jesse’s head turned as soon as you approached the couch in front of the TV. You ignored the way he froze, sliding onto the couch and tucking your feet under a soft blanket. Sending off another message, you set it beside you and reached forward to grab a tray, pulling it into your lap.

“I figured you might not want anything too heavy since you just got back, so I kinda just made a guess and ended up ordering too much…” You frowned at the myriad of food laid out over the table. “Sorry, Jesse… I don’t even know if this is what you want—“

The text to speech cut you off. The food is fine, thank you. I’m sorry for being late. I know I can only make excuses, but I am sorry. Can I make it up to you?

A frown touched your lips as you picked up your spoon, still not looking at him. Your fingernails tapped against the screen of your phone. “Jacen asked the other day if Uncle Jesse would be at his party. I told him I didn’t know, but I’d ask.”

He quickly typed. Of course, if he asked for me, I’ll be sure to be there. His fingers paused, then he slowly typed again, as though hesitating. I got you a present while I was gone.

You hummed, swallowing your food and picking your phone back up. “He’ll be happy to hear it. And thank you for the present.” You sent a message to tell Mara that Jacen’s wish had been granted.

Jesse practically fidgeted as he ate, the movie playing in the background. You could feel his eyes slide from the screen to you, could almost hear the wheels in his head frantically turning. The tension in every line of his body was obvious, his movements stilted and jerky. He practically twitched every time you so much as moved.

Finally, you set down the tray, grabbing a mint to refresh your mouth. Shifting to get more comfortable, you angled yourself towards him a little more. You snitched a piece of food from his plate, letting out a hum as you smiled down at Mara’s message. If possible, Jesse stiffened even more, his fingers clenching so hard around his spoon that it even bent a little in his grasp.

A crumb fell from your fingers onto the lace edge of your nightgown, and you let out a quiet noise of protest as you looked down. Your fingers brushed against the top of your breast, brushing off the crumb. Sticking your finger in your mouth, you typed out a message in response to another conversation. With a sigh, you looked up and glanced over Jesse’s shoulder to see the lamp on the table next to him. Night had fallen, and shadows fell over the room.

Stirring yourself, you sat up, setting your phone down for a moment. “Can I turn on the lamp? I don’t wanna get up for the lights,” you said, starting to lean across him. Almost thoughtlessly, you placed your hand on his thigh and put your weight on it, reaching over his body on your hands and knees to pull at the cord on the lamp. The light clicked on, just as a low keening sound came from Jesse.

Your head tilted at the sound, and you turned to look up at his face. It was your turn to freeze.

Jesse’s face had crumpled, his soft green eyes literally awash with tears. His hands were clenched at his sides, his chest heaving with hitching breaths as he struggled to control his expression. The tears welled in his eyes, and faint color had splashed across his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

Slowly, a smile crossed your lips as you stared up at his face. Leaning back, you tilted your head, licking your lips. “Oh, look at you,” you breathed. “You made all the little piggies cry, Jesse. But maybe it’s your turn, hmm?” Your eyes flickered down to the way his entire body trembled, every muscle taut and strained.

You moved, sliding your entire body into his lap to straddle his waist and face him. Crossing your arms under your chest, you stared into his face. “I don’t know… you broke your promise, though.” Your eyebrow raised at him, and he let out another hoarse whimper. Tears slid down his cheeks, his mouth opening for shuddering breaths.

He shook his head, lips trembling as he lifted one hand and signed. Sorry. Please. Sorry. His fingers spelled out your name.

Reaching up, you cupped his face in your hands. You leaned up, face drawing closer to his. “But I already accepted your apology, love,” you cooed, smiling. “You know what I think?” You slowly dragged your tongue across his tear tracks, your body flushing with heat at the taste of the bitter salt. “I think,” you murmured against his jaw, “that I like seeing you cry.”

Jesse’s breath hitched on a sob, more tears spilling down his cheeks. It was fairly intoxicating, seeing the giant man completely fall apart under you, trapped between his desperation and his personal standards. When you slid forward, your body pressing flush against him, another sob wrenched from his gritted teeth.

You decided for the moment to have a bit of mercy. Reaching down, you grasped his wrists and lifted his hands to your waist. His fingers instantly clenched in the silk babydoll dress, shaking as he grabbed at your waist. His entire body lurched forwards towards you, eyes fixed on your face.

You hummed softly, brushing a kiss to his jaw. “Your eyes are so pretty when they’re filled with tears, Jesse,” you purred, drawing his face closer to you. Still, you refused to kiss him, instead trailing your lips down his jaw, down to his throat. You opened your mouth against his neck, savoring the taste of his skin and the soft scent of his cologne.

Jesse’s trembling fingers jerked against your waist, and he slumped into you. His hands slid over your waist to your lower back, his touch practically reverent as he squeezed. His breaths came quick and fast, breaking occasionally on a sob. Every time you suckled or moved your lips, every time your hands slid down his shoulders, he gasped and shuddered, more tears dripping down his cheeks.

You slid your hands down, starting to unbutton his shirt. Your tongue dragged across his neck, and you felt the bulge in his pants throb against your thigh. “Isn’t this punishment fair, darling?” you cooed. “I only ask for a few tears, hmm? A front row seat to your pretty eyes?”

His head jerked, even though it wrenched another tortured sob from him. Despite the contact, you could feel his frustration mounting.

You pulled back, looking up at him as you finished unbuttoning his shirt. “Oh, you don’t think so?” Your fingers slid across his bared chest, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. “But isn’t this what you wanted? Me, paying attention to you?”

His gasps had turned ragged. His hips jerked, rutting up against your thigh. A strangled noise left his throat, his eyes squeezing shut. His grip on your waist threatened to leave fingerprints against your skin.

“No?” You bit your lip, raking your nails lightly against his chest. “Then what is it you want, hmm?”

His eyes flickered down to your lips, unconsciously licking his own. His fingers clenching, he pulled you down to grind against his cock, straining in his trousers. Pants fell from his mouth, and he kept glancing from your eyes to your lips.

You reached down, teasingly trailing your fingers down his chest and stomach. Unzipping his trousers, you looked up at his face and smiled as you traced one fingertip down the bulge in his underwear. His eyes fairly rolled back in his head, more tears streaming down his face afresh.

“Look at you, already such a mess,” you murmured, sliding your fingers into his underwear. The moment you wrapped a hand around his cock and slid up, you were rewarded with a guttural groan. He gritted his teeth, clearly struggling to stay still. With a soft laugh, you leaned up and brushed a kiss to his ear.

You tugged at his collar. “Why don’t you lie down for me?” you murmured.

He immediately complied, his hands still clamped around your waist as he turned and shifted up, lying down on the couch. He stared up at you, face still twisted in agony and desperation.

Lifting yourself a little, you tilted your head at him. “Take your pants off for me?”

He practically kicked his pants and underwear off in his haste. You guided one of his hands to the latch on the side of your own panties, giving him an amused smile and nod. His trembling fingers unlatched them, his chest heaving as he watched the black silk slide away from your skin. The moment you lowered back down onto him, his cock throbbed against you and his back arched.

Leaning forward, you hummed a pressed a kiss to his jaw. “Jesse, love,” you murmured. “Cry for me a little more?” You cupped his face in your hands, feeling your wetness coat his own length as you ground against his tip. But you deliberately kept shifting, not giving him any steady pressure.

Another broken whine came from him, and a few more tears slipped down his cheeks. Frustration scrunched his face, his neck mottled with red and flushing down to his shoulders and chest, making your white nail marks stand out. His hips jerked, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment.

“Is this what you want?” You pressed down against him again, feeling his cock slip against your wet folds teasingly.

His head jerked in a nod, almost violently. Tremors kept running through his arms, his body occasionally shuddering under you.

You leaned down and sucked his lower lip between yours. Your teeth nipped at his lip, and you finally slanted your mouth over his. Tears poured afresh down his cheeks as he desperately pulled at you, trying to get closer, kiss you more. You relented and let him, thumbs brushing against his jaw as you hummed softly into his frantic, pleading kisses. Without warning, you slipped your tongue between his lips, feeling his mouth part with alacrity. When you finally parted, his green eyes were glazed over with tears, hazily staring at you.

Then you smiled at him slyly. “I think you’ve deserved a little bit more,” you decided.

The moment you slid his tip into you, he choked. Saliva dribbled from the corners of his mouth as he squeezed his eyes shut, struggling for breath. His entire body froze, humming taut under you and his eyes sightlessly staring up at the ceiling.

You observed his wrecked expression, licking your lips with satisfaction. Rarely did Jesse ever fully submit to you like this, usually a brat. But tonight, you had absolute and utter control, and you intended to milk every last ounce of satisfaction out of it. The memories would fuel you for years of his utterly ruined expression, tears slipping down his cheeks as he drooled uncontrollably.

“So pretty, darling,” you purred, licking the tears from his cheek. You gave him another kiss, letting his hands wander over your waist and up your front. “So good for me. Do you think you can handle more?”

His eyes widened, breath quickening. He glanced down, then shook his head jerkily. Then nodded. Then shook his head.

You tilted your head. “Hmmm.” A wicked grin crossed your lips. “No? Oh, but I think you can,” your said, just as you lifted yourself and fully sheathed him inside you.

Jesse sobbed. His mouth opened, tongue lolling as he gasped. Tears poured down his cheeks from the mingled pleasurable pain and relief. His cock throbbed inside you, and his hands grasped desperately at your thighs. His entire body started to shake, arching.

You barely gave him time to adjust before you were already bouncing on him, hands braced against the back of the couch. Laughter spilled from your lips, delighted and cruel, as his hands scrabbled against your thighs, raking across your skin. Moans kept being torn from his throat, your name framed on his lips.

As soon as you angled your hips and brought your fingers down to ring tight circles on your clit, you hissed in pleasure. You pulsed around his cock, earning another helpless sob and wave of tears. He just hit that one spot inside you perfectly, again and again, until you bit your lip and moaned his name as you came around him. Your body clenched down on him, even as you kept fucking yourself through your orgasm.

More laughter spilled from your lips. “Are you gonna cum for me, Jesse, my pretty darling?” you asked breathlessly, purposely moaning his name. “Gonna cum inside me?”

The only warning you got from Jesse was another sob and the gritting of his teeth. His hands flew to your hips, slamming you down on him one more time before holding you there with an iron grip. Gasps tore from his mouth, his eyes trying to blink away tears as he stared up at you.

You hummed, caressing his hands and arms as you bit your lip in satisfaction. He kept pouring into you, his hips jerking once in a while and wringing a whimper from him. Finally, you leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. His lips parted under yours weakly, chest heaving under your hands.

“Thank you, Jesse,” you cooed sweetly between kisses. “You’re so good to me, make me feel so good.” Your mind fuzzed with the pleasure of both your high and the sight of his tears.

He pushed up against you, kissing you fervently. Though he didn’t say a word, you could feel his thoughts through his drugged, sloppy kiss.

You giggled, teasingly clenching down on him one more time and earning a jerk and grunt. “And I forgive you. But don’t do it again, okay?”

Jesse’s calculating look as he clearly weighed the consequences made you roll your eyes but laugh. Maybe this one would turn out to backfire against you, next time.

You decided it was worth it.

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