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redr0sewrites · 10 months ago

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HIYYAAA if it's not too much to ask I wanted to request if you could write Adam, Lucifer, Alastor, Vox and Val having an S/o with weather based powers, like their emotions can influence the weather. Thanks <3

YESSSSSS OFC! I LOVE THIS IDEA SM I LITERALLY SQUEALED WHEN I SAW IT IN MY INBOX HEHE

🥀Cw: none really, mostly fluff, a bit of omplied smut in vals part but what do u expect

Adam

adam is not the most self aware, so it takes him a while to realize that your emotions coinciding with the weather are not just some cosmic coincidence

it strikes him as odd that whenever the two of you argue, the weather in heaven is always particularly nasty, but he doesn't bring it up because he thinks its an idiotic theory

when you eventually explain your powers to him he has the biggest AHA moment ever

honestly adam loves your powers and finds them to be so interesting. he was the first man after all, he was one of the first few to navigate earth's tumultuous weather patterns. seeing you control the weather and watching how it reflects your emotions is genuinely intriguing to him, and adam brags about your powers to others ALL the time

seriously though, adam is always yapping about how he has the most powerful partner and how you're powers are so unique. he genuinely admires you so much and wants everyone else to see you the same way

your powers are useful when it comes to arguments because adam is not the most self aware person, and he tends to not realize when you're upset until you actually flip out

even when you're not upset with him, adam makes sure to do his best to calm you down when he notices the weather being particularly wild

if anyone ever gives you shit about your powers, know that adam will be the first in line to punch them in the face. he knows you can't control your emotions sometimes and never blames wild weather on you

i think adams the type to enjoy warmer weather, and he always cracks the biggest smile when the weather miraculously turns to his favorite type when you're on a date together

definitely loves beach days with you, and the fact that you can make it permanently sunny is so enticing for him

Lucifer

still pissed they took the yellow font away from me

honestly luci is such a sweetie when it comes to your powers. he probably picked up on them pretty quickly considering how powerful you are, but he didn't want to be nosy so he waited until you mentioned your powers to ask questions.

he definitely did have a lot of adorable questions, and was very intrigued about the fact that your emotions were the catalyst that controlled your powers.

after learning that piece of information, he starts paying attention to the weather more often. even before he's dating you, luci will call you to ask how your doing when ever he sees the weather going haywire. he's learned to prepare himself for any weather misfortunes that occur, and always comforts you when you're feeling down

lucifer is quite attentive even without your powers revealing your emotions, and he will often be able to calm you down before the weather even takes a turn for the worse

he would never want to weaponize your powers or use them in any way because he knows how closely linked they are to your emotions. howeeeeeeveeeerrrr, he does admire you when you stand up for yourself with your powers and will definitely cheer you on from the sidelines as you kick ass with the weather without even standing up

lucifers favorite weather is snow!!!! on your guys' first year anniversary, you made it snow inside your shared bedroom as a gift and luci nearly CRIES. he hasn't seen snow in years bc, yk, its hell, not very snowy weather, so the fact that you put in so much effort to make his favorite weather for him honestly makes him feel so appreciated

after that he might ask you to make it snow more often, and he loves cuddling up with you with hot cocoa to watch a cheesy movie while pretty smowflakes fall all around you both

Alastor

alastor would be intrigued by your powers to say the least. he's quick to figure out what they are, and would probably be drawn to you solely because you're so powerful. in fact he'd probably either try to use you for your power or challenge you and be petty, but over time he found himself growing a soft spot not only for your weather powers, but for you

i love al but he definitely saw u as an asset at first, in fact he was probably a bit intimidated and irritated by the spontaneity of your powers, but also very intrigued by your raw ability. he probably found himself attracted to your power more than anything at first, but once he got to know you, alastor began to see you as more than an asset and as a genuine friend, and that feeling continued to grow into something alastor was very unfamiliar with.

alastor probably picked up on your feelings towards him from your powers, and the fact that flowers would literally bloom whenever he was around. it definitely improved his confidence about his feelings and he'd probably pester you a bit into admitting your feelings for him. to your shock he reciprocates, and soon you become hells greatest power couple

alastor sees it as a weakness when someone wears their heart on their sleeve and is very emotional, so he will be very protective of you when your emotions are running rampant and the weather is reflecting that

he does NOT want people to know about your powers because he wouldn't want other sinners to try to hurt you, influence you, or use you to get to him

he'd definitely help you to master them and control them better, and would probably keep track of what each form of weather means and how it correlates to each of your emotions

honestly al loves your powers, and is so intuitive about when you're getting upset. i think he's the type to enjoy rainy weather, so he loves when you make it rain. while he rarely sleeps, once he trusts you enough some nights he'll ask you to make it rain at nightime because the soothing noise helps him sleep

Vox

vox understands that sometimes sinners aren't always happy about the powers and forms they receive in death- for goodness sake, he literally lost his head and has to deal with having a literal television as a head, so he understands it if you struggle with your powers

vox would encourage you to use your power, in fact he would probably love to see you electrocute your enemies or blow them away, vox is entranced by power and would be even more attracted to you if you were powerful

loves when you make it storm during alastors broadcasts so the radio is always staticy and cutting out, it always makes him giggle

it took vox a while to notice your powers, but once you fully explain them, he has LOTS of questions

hes a bit worried about your rain and his TV head at first, after all electronics and weather don't often mix, so he makes sure to waterproof himself and any technology you migh be around

(theres something so poetic about him falling in love with someone who holds the power to dismantle his entire technological empire and destroy his existence- ok i'll stop yapping)

vox doesn't go out very often, but when he does, his favorite weather is warm weather but with a nice cool breeze.

vox would use you for weather forecasts and people often wonder how he's always so accurate! little do they know about his sweet darling controlling the weather for him!

sometimes vox will text you in the morning with a goofy guess on what the weather will be today, something crazy like "the sky will be green" and lo and behold, when he opens his curtains, the sky is green and he is very, very surprised

Valentino

very enticed by your powers to say the least

your beautiful, smart, and powerful? sign him up!

would probably ask you to film in some of his pornos and would use your powers for kink-related uses, such as like a mild electrocution kink (lightning) or waterboarding (rain, etc) or something like that

this oblivious man would probably not notice your powers AT ALL until you explain them to him, he's honestly so clueless but he finds them interesting regardless!!!

valentino is not the most aware of other people's emotions and he can be oblivious sometimes, so the weather is a great gauge of your emotions

he immediately knows when your horny bc he's memorized the weather patterns when you giys have sex.... u hear sum?

he likes teasing you and then hearing thunder boom outside

val loves that his partner is powerful, and loves showing you off and showing off your powers. he's absolutely supporting your right and wrongs

valentino loves hot weather, it gives him an excuse to wear lowkey scandalous clothing so he loves when you make the weather very hot

he assumes you have more control over your powers than you actually do sometimes, and will be surprised when the weather starts acting up as your trying to stay calm

for example, val will tease you by sending you a dirty picture of himself or flashing you a glimpse of his lingerie under his coat and will snicker endlessly when the entire room starts to heat up as the weather suddenly grows uncomfortably hot

sometimes when he's pissed at one or both of the other vees, he'll hve you cause a storm in their offices/rooms just for shits and giggles

SORRY THIS REQ TOOK 500 YEARS ITS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR AGES <\\3 i have never written for valentino before so im sorry his is so short😭 im trying my best yall BUTTTT ANYWAYS EXPECT SOME MORE WRITING STUFFS BC IM OFF SCHOOL FOR THIS WEEK

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kyoshitargaryen · 12 days ago

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a neurodivergent breakdown of the 3D and 4D for manifesting + shifting

key: 3D — the physical world, what you experience in your current reality, intrusive thoughts, emotions ; 4D — imagination, visualization / affirmation for manifestations and desired realities, intentional thoughts, beliefs

table of contents — brief explanation of 3D and 4D – living in the 4D – on belief (and believing even when you don't believe) – decentring the 3D – participating in the 3D

for the longest time, I couldn't grasp how to participate in the 3D without feeling as though I was invalidating or preventing my manifestations. I'm not gonna lie, this was most likely my autism skewing my view.

I naturally have a very black-and-white, rigid way of thinking. many neurodivergent people do, and if you're one of us, or maybe you need a little confirmation that what you're doing is right, stick around for an easy (or easier?) to grasp explanation.

brief explanation of the 3D and 4D

the 3D and the 4D are intimately tied together, with the 3D being a dependent variable and the 4D being an independent one

dependent variable — a variable (denoted by y) whose value is determined by that of another independent variable — a variable (denoted by x) whose value is being changed on its own, not by the influence of another variable

in other words, the 4D is the cause, and the 3D is the effect. if you follow the law of assumption and neville goddard, you've likely heard the quote "consciousness is the only reality." as in, the things we pay attention to, shape our reality. neville goddard says that our reality — the people we interact with, the things we experience, the opportunities given to us — are directly tied to and mirror our subconscious.

living in the 4D

just like a knot can be tied, our reality can be both made and unmade. the 3D is pliable and moldable. in order to do so, we must live in the 4D, as in, live in imagination.

living in imagination isn't simply daydreaming about what you wish to manifest, it's about actively embodying the perception of already having your desire.

if I were to want to manifest being an incredible singer, I would act as though I were, even if in reality my singing could break eardrums. I would sing my favourite songs without worrying about whether or not I was good, because I already know that I am great.

since the 4D directly causes change to the 3D, it is what we do and believe in imagination that will be reflected in reality. what we believe is what we get. if I were to be insecure and believe that I were a terrible singer, the 3D would show me that I was a terrible singer.

living in the 4D means we cannot focus on getting our desire in the 3D, as that would be pedestaling the 3D and grounding yourself in it. just like you cannot centre men in your life as a woman for the sake of your emotional health and self-esteem, you cannot centre the 3D for the sake of your manifestations.

on belief + believing even when you don't believe

this was a really difficult concept for me to grasp. how can I believe in something when I know it's not true? how can I fake a belief?

it's actually terribly easy to. the first step to believing when you don't believe is persistence.

have you ever had an ironic inside joke with your friends, or just did something ironically? I guarantee you, over time it became a natural part of your life, your vocabulary, your mannerisms. that's because your subconscious doesn't know when you're kidding. your subconscious is probably more autistic than you are, in that it will take what you say or do at face value and apply it to your personality. (really makes you think about how often self-deprecating jokes aligns with poor mental health, huh?)

that's why persistence is key. even if at first you don't believe, continue to enforce the idea that you do until it actually manifests within your mind.

decentring the 3D

I came up with this idea after hearing about the feminist concept of decentring men.

what is decentring men?

the concept of decentring men is to turn away from patriarchal and male-centric perspectives and beliefs, instead turning inward and focusing on your own wants, wishes, desires, and needs. instead of looking for validation through men or other social means, you simply validate yourself. where you may have valued the social norm or others, you instead place yourself at the centre of your own life.

how can we decentre the 3D?

just like the patriarchy has taught us to seek validation from external factors like men, the world has taught us to find validation in what is right in front of us — the 3D.

like decentring men, we must learn how to find satisfaction and validation in the 4D instead of seeking instant gratification from the 3D. there are many ways to do this, including;

understanding that you are in fact in your DR / already have your manifestations

it's agreed that time is not linear, it is simply that our brain processes it as such. even if you do not personally believe in shifting or the multiverse, it has been widely agreed that time moves in all directions, not just forward. by that reasoning, you already have your desire, and you're already in your desired reality, because events exist even when our brains have not yet processed them.

take the 3D as though it were someone doubting you

have you ever expressed a dream, desire, aspiration to someone, only to be told you could never do it or it's not possible? think of the 3D as being the same way. what do you do then?

prove them wrong. brush it off your shoulders. read my post about how to do this here.

Schrödinger's Cat — understanding that you are in your DR until you allow yourself to view otherwise

Schrödinger's cat is a thought experiment that boils down to the fact that we cannot guarantee an outcome if we do not experience it, i.e. a quantum superposition, which is the principal that something can exist or be represented by multiple values (or outcomes).

the cat is both alive and dead on a quantum level, until we observe an outcome. a path has not yet been carved until we align ourselves to one. you may benefit from my post on the butterfly effect and how it validates shifting and infinite realities, which you can read here.

close your eyes. you are both in your desired reality and your original reality until you prove to yourself otherwise, as in, opening your eyes. at the same time, thanks to infinite realities, you are both in your desired reality, your original reality, and infinite more until you choose to become aware of one singular reality.

when you choose to shift, you are in your desired reality until you allow yourself to come back to your original reality, by quitting. lean into that knowledge — allow yourself to truly feel that when you visualize, affirm, or try to shift to your DR, you are genuinely there. find validation and satisfaction in that. allow yourself to say I shifted whenever you do those things.

as to how you can let yourself say you've shifted when in terms of the 3D, you haven't — that's what the next section is all about.

participating in the 3D

how can we live in the 4D, find satisfaction in the 4D, all without abandoning the 3D? how can we participate in the 3D without forsaking our manifestations?

have you ever been in a situation where you know something, but the other person doesn't know that you know it? let's say you want to hear this person's unfiltered perspective, without justifications or explanations, to see what they add or leave out. you may act shocked to find out information you already knew, angry on their behalf when you know it is them who is actually in the wrong, or confused when you actually aren't.

do exactly that with the 3D, treat it like you would a lying friend or boyfriend when you want to collect all information. you can still be honest about the events in the 3D and your experience with them while also not letting them influence your internal world and 4D.

you don't and shouldn't post success stories publicly if you haven't done them in the 3D, but you can absolutely allow yourself such within your own mind. keep 3D events in the 3D, and keep 4D events in the 4D.

in the 3D, I'm an awful singer and will admit so, but within the 4D and my own mind, I am brilliant and beautiful.

living in the 4D doesn't mean to lie, it just means to compartmentalize your actions in the 3D and the 4D into separate boxes. this includes allowing yourself to feel emotions like frustration, sadness, doubt. let yourself feel them, let them pass, and then realign with your manifestations.

treat the 3D as though it were friend group one, where you act one way, and treat the 4D as if it were friend group two, where you act a different way.

treat your 4D self as though it were the 3D's child, and your 3D self as though it were the 4D's parent. you wouldn't want your child to see you sad, angry, or scared. you wouldn't want your child to see you feeling like things were out of control or not guaranteed. you would instead excuse yourself to a private moment, feel everything you need to in your own presence, and then return to your child more assured. make your child feel as though its dreams are guaranteed and already there. preserve your child's joy, belief, and innocence. do all of that for the 4D.

that's all for now! I hope this helps you all as much as it has helped me

yoshi!!

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r0-boat · 6 months ago

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Whb Kings when you're sad

You are sobbing in your room absolutely unconsolable and all you wish to do is be alone Even with all the demons trying to cheer you up you are still crying and sniffling. Now it's up to the kings What do they do?

Satan

Busting down your door tearing it off its hinges he sees you're crying face. The man is steaming with wrath. Plowing down demons that got in his way to get to you, clenching his fists So hard his fingernails are making his palms bleed. But still even when he feels like he's going to tear someone's lungs out and eat them right in front of them He gently tilts your face up to have you look at him and he says with glowing red eyes staring deep into yours "Who did this?"

He doesn't even know why you're crying He just knows that someone is going to pay. It don't matter if it's a person or not tearing that shit apart. The first name you hear from your lips will be getting punched.

Mammon

His heart is pounding in his chest The moment he found out how sad you were today, Who knew this was an urgent matter that needs his immediate attention. He will also instantly believe that it's his fault. So he will shower you with everything. Overwhelming you with random and sporadic gifts, wrapped in silk ribbons and gold foil every time he presents you with a gift He will place it right next to you and give you a kiss. Part of him absolutely pains him to leave you alone like this but he cannot bear to see you red with tears of sadness.

Leviathan

Someone is dying. And they are dying a slow and painful death. If you want he could even bring you the head of whoever made you cry. You will probably notice that He probably will not tease you as much today since he's afraid he might make you worse. Levi also gets a little gentler as well as getting extremely protective.

Levi is a mix of Mammon and Satan, but he blames everybody else. And he will throw hands at anyone who even looks at you wrong. And he'll shower you with presents but doesn't know how to do it, so gently place it behind you without even looking at you with a note that says "stop being sad. It's making me angry...please."

Beelzebub

Like a puppy who sees that his master is sad and tries to smother you in as much love and affection as humanly possible. He knows that when he is sad he eats so he brings you your favorite food. Beel's love language is just company So if you're sad he isn't leaving your side even for a moment somehow he becomes even more of a velcro demon.

Lucifer

The first time he saw you crying he thought you were hurt and he tried to heal you He looked extremely concerned as he asked where were you bleeding.

Lucifer believes he isn't very good with human emotion But he's actually extremely helpful. he is a good listener and he will provide his ear, as well as his opinions if you want them.

He will either validate you or ground you and he is a little blunt with them.

Belphegor

He will grab you take you into his bed and make you cuddle against him petting your hair until you fall asleep into his chest. Sometimes all you need is just silence and cuddling. Sometimes all someone needs is just some sleep.

Crying is a huge waste of energy but it's not all bad because once you get it all out you won't be sad anymore. And despite the hassle the least he can do is be a shoulder to cry on and listen to whatever is troubling you before the two of you cuddle together and sleep.

#whb #what in hell is bad #wihib #whb belphegor #whb beelzebub #whb leviathan #whb lucifer #whb satan #whb mammon

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aventurineswife · 13 days ago

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helos fre :3 random but any thoughts on self aware hsr 🙏🙏 ngl it's absolute peak to me cuz the fics I've read about it is so good I wanna digest it into my blood cells 😍🥰🥰/hj /lh

AHHHH I HAVE FEW BUT ITS PROBABLY NOT GOOD 😭🙏 (I might need to write a series about it in the future lmaoo)

The Express itself, and the crew aboard it, start referencing an "observer" that influences their journey. They might leave cryptic remarks like, "We wouldn’t have made it here without a guiding force…" or, "Are you out there, watching us?"

Himeko and Welt have deep discussions about the metaphysical implications of being part of a "game." Welt's past in other dimensions makes him particularly reflective.

Occasionally, your Trailblazer might break the fourth wall and stare directly "out" of the screen. They’d ask questions like, "Why are you helping us? What’s in it for you?" Or even, "Do you think you’re doing the right thing?"

Their dialogue changes subtly depending on your in-game decisions, showing that they’re paying attention.

Kafka is one of the few who seems fully aware that you’re pulling the strings. She might tease, "How long will you keep playing this game? Or is it playing you?" It’s unclear if she means it literally or as a metaphor.

Pela starts digging into the concept of "higher dimensions" where powerful entities (like the players) influence their world. You might find hidden journal entries speculating about the possibility of unseen forces guiding their lives.

Characters start commenting on how often you farm the same materials or run the same domains (?). For instance, Dan Heng might say, "You’ve had me fight this exact enemy over fifty times… What are you preparing for?"

When summoning characters, some of them might react to being "chosen." For example: Silver Wolf might say, "Took you long enough. Were you saving for someone else?" While Seele could mutter, "You really wanted me, didn’t you?"

As beings tied to the metaphysical order of the universe, the Aeons might perceive your existence. Xianzhou scholars hypothesize that you are an entity akin to an Aeon of "Control" or "Fate."

The Stellaron within the Trailblazer seems to have an awareness of you, treating you like an ally—or a potential threat. It might whisper cryptic messages about your choices or consequences.

Herta becomes suspicious of the odd behaviors in the universe and starts referring to you as a "prime variable." She might even try to communicate directly through simulated events, asking for your cooperation.

Some characters, like March 7th or Natasha, might express gratitude for your care and attention. "You always bring me along… Do you think I’m special?" they might ask, breaking the fourth wall.

Certain antagonists, like Cocolia or Jade, might break from their usual dialogue to challenge your decisions. "You think you’re the hero? You’re just another player, aren’t you?"

A secret cutscene or dialogue could play if you act in unexpected ways, revealing that the characters have fully realized their reality. It could be bittersweet, with them either embracing or lamenting their lack of agency.

Aventurine might acknowledge your influence subtly. After completing a mission for the IPC, he sends a message: "Noticed your knack for efficiency. You deserve a little bonus for all the extra effort you 'inspire.' Don’t let it go to your head." He attaches an unusually large amount of credits, as though recognizing you directly for optimizing his profits.

Argenti might kneel before the screen during a heartfelt moment (or after a battle): "O noble guide, it is your divine hand that shapes my path! I dedicate my blade not just to the people, but to you. May your will continue to shine upon us!" He also gifts you rare items or sends messages of gratitude, as though you're a divine figure he serves.

AHHH I wanna write fics for certain characters or something (this could also lead to yandere themes depending if the person/anon reqs for it).

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ceratedfish24 · 3 months ago

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I'm really not a ship person (nothing against shipping its just not for me usually) but something about Scott rarepairs really intrigue me

Scott rarepairs are so awesome. That’s a man who cares so deeply about those he loves and never expects to be loved back with the same caliber.

The people who he’s commonly paired with are the same people he hangs out with a lot, so they’re more inclined to be aggressive with him when not allied with him. That’s their friend! Of course they’re gonna mess with him.

The people in Scott rarepairs usually don’t talk with Scott as often, but they know his kind of humor because most of them hang out with Cleo and Gem a lot. They also tend to know from the life series that Scott is not a force to be reckoned with. That means that they have a lot of respect for Scott AND a lot of affection for people like Scott.

Something that helps is that Scott is one of the friendliest people in that social circle. I believe that myself, but I say it aloud because so many other people in that social circle have stated such, which is absolutely a testament to how pleasant Scott is to people. People are SO quick to get comfortable around Scott. Tango, Etho, Grian, Bdubs, and Skizz don’t get to talk to Scott very often, and yet they’ve all had on camera moments where they expressed how cool or sweet they find Scott to be.

“Scott’s awesome. Scott’s awesome.” - Tango during his 2nd MCC, which was at Twitchcon, when Scott found him to check on him and encourage him.

“We all need to have people we can trust no matter what’s going on. Bdubs… Scott…” - Etho during Secret Life to Cleo

“Scott is the only person on this server who I trust right now.” - Grian during Third Life

“A birthday party? That sounds- that sounds like Scott or Jimmy- no that’s Scott. Scott’s a very empathetic person.” - Bdubs answering a trivia question this past episode of the Life Series

“Smajor was this other… guy on the life series, and, every time I passed him, he’s kinda nice, and then we talked more and he’s really nice, and now I admire him, and now I like him, and now I- I really like this guy!” - Skizz on the Imp & Skizz podcast describing how he didn’t want to make connections with people for their clout when he joined Third Life, but he couldn’t help but be drawn to Scott. This is also, coincidentally, how crushes tend to develop, Skizzleman.

Scott is a very earnest and caring person, even in the life series, a death game, where that’s not particularly rewarded 100% of the time. Everybody has so much respect for Scott, both because they know that he’s a lot like Cleo and Gem and they have a lot of love and respect for Cleo and Gem and because their personal experiences with Scott have made it clear how sweet and competent he is.

I love Smajor rarepairs, because I’m not into relationships where one person is pulling all of the weight. A lot of mainstream Smajor ships reduce Scott to his relationship and let the other person have their own things going on. There tends to be a lot of focus on the other person, like they’re Scott’s whole world. Rarepairs tend to have Scott’s partner(s) treat him with reverence, which forces Scott to confront his insecurities, how he feels like he needs to earn other people’s affection.

Tango is immune to flirting, but he’s very responsive to Scott’s teasing and eager to banter with him. He doesn’t talk to Scott a lot, but he clearly really likes Scott and how earnest Scott is.

Etho absolutely thinks that Scott is incredible. You can see it in literally every single interaction they have. Etho and Scott probably talk the least out of everyone I mentioned, but I think Etho pays the most attention to Scott and has simply become endeared to him because he sees so much of Cleo and Gem in Scott.

Grian ALWAYS has a compliment for Scott. When he first met Scott, he didn’t trust Scott because “no one’s that happy”. When he learned that Scott’s just like that? Instantly loved Scott. How could you reject someone who’s clearly so happy just to spend time with you? He loves to tease Scott. I think he sees Scott as someone he can properly match wits with, what with how they both love to make short little games and are usually chaotic until they’re the least chaotic in a group and immediately become the responsible one.

Bdubs is terrified of Scott. There’s no other way to put it. Bdubs is more afraid of Scott than he is of Cleo and Gem. He commented during the fourth episode of Wild Life on how Scott is a really hard target. There was fear in his voice. He later tried to convince Tango not to go after him. He really didn’t want to upset Scott. He’s so traumatized after that game of tag. HOWEVER. Bdubs knows that Scott is a man of reason. Bdubs isn’t usually worried about attacking groups that his group is on neutral grounds with, because he knows that they’ll eventually attack him first if he doesn’t beat them to the punch. That’s how this game works. Scott doesn’t do that, and Bdubs has taken note of that and trusts that. Bdubs trusts Scott not to attack him without a reason.

Skizz? I could go on for HOURS about Skizz. Skizz has literally admitted to subconsciously treating Scott like he’s Impulse, who Skizz loves to death, who Skizz trusts when he can’t call anyone else, who Skizz kisses on the temple when they haven’t seen each other for a while. Skizz is a very kind person, but, in game, he’s not the most levelheaded person. Scott is both kind AND levelheaded, which Skizz has a lot of respect for. Scott doesn’t even have a temper to lose when it comes to verbal conversation. Hurt him or his friends and he’ll make you wish you hadn’t, sure, but words will never hurt him. I think Skizz honestly sees a lot of Impulse in Scott, whereas most people see Cleo. People compare Cleo to Scott, because they’re both petty and witty. Skizz compares Impulse to Scott because they’re both petty and survivalists. Skizz has commented many a time on how Scott is so much better than Skizz at PVP and how impressed he is that Scott can evade the entire server when they’re hunting him. Apparently, Skizz (and Impulse) thinks that Scott gives the BEST hugs. Apparently, Scott is the only person whose hugs make Skizz feel like he could fall asleep right then and there.

Another thing I’ve noticed about my favorite Smajor rarepairs is that they all love to make Scott laugh. When Tango teases Scott, it’s never about anything serious. It’s always to make Scott giggle. When he’s around Scott, Etho LOVES to do and say things that would make Cleo or Gem laugh, and they work on Scott too. It’s the “wet cat” behavior he emphasizes when he’s with Cleo and Gem, because he knows that it makes them laugh. Scott has never poked fun at Etho for being “washed up” or “a wet cat”, but he does laugh when Etho emphasizes the “lost puppy” behavior. Outside of the life series, Grian isn’t particularly interested in making Scott laugh, but he does like to impress Scott. When Grian knows Scott’s watching, he really challenges himself. I think it’s because he, himself, is very impressed with Scott. Bdubs absolutely loves to make Scott laugh. You can see it in Scott’s escape room videos. He says so many silly things just to get a reaction out of Scott. You CANNOT tell me that “Bdubs, there’s something in this room that will allow you to swim up lava” “the bed” “no, think something you can drink” “the lava” was genuine. I’m completely sure that Bdubs knew Scott meant that there was a hidden fire res potion but just wanted to be silly. Skizz LOVES Scott’s laugh. He’s said it before. Skizz loves to make Scott laugh so much. He loves hearing Scott’s laugh. It’s so giddy and full and joyous.

Maybe I’m projecting a little bit. As a lesbian, you can’t believe how grateful I am that the only traits my mother has ever asked me to find in a partner is 1) someone you can trust and 2) someone who makes you laugh. She doesn’t ask for my partner to be rich or cisgender or a man or conventionally attractive or of a certain race or religion. That’s kind of what makes me love Smajor rarepairs so much. They respect and trust Scott, and they love to make him laugh.

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chocochozi · 2 months ago

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Liquid Courage.

Pairing: Drunk! Adult! Itoshi Rin x Reader.

Contains: gn!reader, time skip! Rin, jealous Rin, fluff, drunk confession

The club was filled with the mixed scents of sweat, smoke, and spilled alcohol, creating a heavy and hazy atmosphere. The music thumped loudly, reverberating through the walls and making conversation between people difficult, and the room was dark, with only a few colored lights, Rin was sitting on the high chair at the front bar as he sips on his 5th bottle this night.

His other hand rubbed his temples, setting aside the bottle and reaching for his phone.

He bit the inside of his cheek, as his finger tip hover above your contact number. Rin has always been against the idea of giving you nicknames, he thinks its unnecessary.

He clicked his tongue and pressed the call button. A few rings in and he heard your voice. It was a bit hoarse, you probably just woke up. After all, it was almost 2:30 am.

"[Name]? c–can you pick me up?" Rin slurred his words.

"W- huh? Where even are you?"

"Clu- Hic Club."

"Send me your location." You dropped the call and hurriedly got out of your bed, slipping into some pants and a decent top. You open your phone and looked at the location Rin had sent. You grabbed your keys and drove to the club.

Upon entering the club, the loud music assaulted your senses as the heavy beat of the bass made it feel like your heart was in sync with the music. Neon and colorful lights would flash across the room, casting a strange glow on the crowd of people dancing and chatting on the dance floor. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, smoke, and alcohol, creating an almost intoxicating atmosphere as you make your way through the crowd to find Rin.

As you scan the crowded bar, your eyes fall on your friend, the dark haired man was sitting on a high chair at the front bar, looking completely intoxicated. His movements are slow and disoriented, and his speech is slurred as he open his wallet to pay the bartender. It's clear that he had one too many. You made your way to his stool and grabbed his wallet from his hands paying the bartender instead.

"Jeez, how many bottles did you have?" You sigh, looking at Rin's disheveled appearance. His once-perfect hair was now messy and tousled, and his face was flushed with redness from the alcohol.

"You know what? forget i even ask." You carefully put his other arms around your shoulder, guiding him as he stumbles, murmuring somethings you can't understand.

"Let's get you home, yeah?"

Finally, after coming across a few sweaty bodies, you got out of the club, and walked to your car but not without struggling. You do have a drunk person arms around your shoulders. You helped Rin seat at the passenger seat, careful not to hit his head at the process. After, you closed the door and sat on the drivers seat. You looked at Rin his eyes half-closed, his movements sluggish and gawky. His hand was covering his face as he leans on the seat.

"You rarely get wasted, what happened?" You placed your hand on the wheel.

The raven haired man took his hand off his face, his words were slurred and difficult to understand, but he attempted to explain why he had become so intoxicated. "I... I just needed to relax," he said, his voice sounding thick and slow. "Had a long day, just wanted to take the edge off."

You hummed.

Rin's usual aloof demeanor was replaced with a hint of possessiveness as he brought up Isagi in the conversation. His words were still sluggish and his gestures more exaggerated than usual. "Isagi..." he muttered, grabbing your attention. A frown marring his features. "Are you two...?" He paused, hiccuping slightly before continuing, "together or something?" He leaned in closer, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied your expression.

"Huh? why did you get that idea?" You raised a brow, intrigued by his question.

He had seen the way you interacted with Isagi, the subtle smiles and intimate glances that were often exchanged between the two of you. In his drunken state, these cues were seen as evidence of a deeper connection, leading him to believe that you and Isagi were involved romantically. He couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to your relationship than he realized, and the alcohol fueled his suspicions further. "You've been spending a lot of time together lately. I couldn't help but notice. You seem...close."

You scoff, "Well, of course? we are friends after all."

You glanced at him. "What's going on with you Rin? you seemed awfully persistent to know everything about me and Isagi recently."

"Im jealous."

You eyes widened. Was that a confession or what? "What do you mean?"

"B'cause im jealous..the way you look at him, speak to him, laugh with him, you guy's haven't even known each other longer than we have.." He lets out a frustrated noise, brushing his fingers through his hair.

"Fuck, it‐ Hic it's 'cause i like you."

"What?" You turned to your body to the side to face him, unsure how to react to his drunken confession.

"Too many question.." Rin's movements were clumsy and uncoordinated as he leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours, causing you to almost hit your head on the window behind you. Still, you melted to the kiss. It was sloppy and unpracticed, as he was clearly too drunk to control his motions. However, even in his inebriated state, there was a certain tenderness to his actions, a desperate longing that hinted at deeper feelings. As the kiss continued, Rin's body grew heavier, his movements slowing until he finally slackened and passed out in your arms, his head resting heavily on your shoulder.

"What am i gonna do with you?" You gently guided him back to the passenger seat and reclinined it, but not too far back. You placed a blanket that you folded to create a make shift pillow and propped it below his head.

With Rin passed out in the passenger seat, you take control of the wheel and start driving towards his place. The city lights flash by as you navigate the empty streets, the silence in the car only occasionally broken by Rin's soft snores. You steal glances at him from time to time, a mix of concern and affection in your eyes. His head is leaned back against the blanket you folded, his lips slightly parted, and his body slumped over. It's a quiet and peaceful moment, a stark contrast to the drunken chaos from earlier.

You finally arrive at Rin's place and you cut the engine, the car falling silent as you both sit in the dark. You turn to Rin and see he's still passed out next to you. You shake him gently, trying to wake him up, but he just grumbles and slumps further down in his seat. With another sigh, you reach over and rummage through his pockets, searching for his keys. After a few moments, you finally find them, hidden deep in his jacket pocket. With the keys in hand, you exit the car and open the passenger door, bracing yourself to help Rin out.

You put one hand on his shoulder and shake him gently. "Rin," you say, your voice quiet in the silence of the night. "Wake up. We're home." Rin groans and stirs slightly, opening his eyes just a crack. He looks up at you, his gaze bleary and disoriented, but he manages to mumble something incomprehensible. You reach out and loop his arm around your shoulder, helping him to stand unsteady on his feet. He stumbles against you, his weight heavy on your frame as you begin the slow process of getting him inside.

You guide Rin through the darkened house to his bedroom, his body slumped heavily against yours. He mutters unintelligible words as you half-drag, half-walk him down the hallway until you reach his bedroom. You open the door and help Rin collapse onto the bed, his body immediately sinking into the mattress. He's barely awake, his eyes fluttering shut as he mumbles something incoherent. You can see the exhaustion written on his face, the effects of the alcohol taking a toll on his body.

You straighten up and prepare to leave the room, intending to let Rin sleep off the effects of the alcohol. However, as you start to turn away, you feel Rin's hand grab your wrist, his grip surprisingly strong despite his drunken state. "Wait..." he slurs, "Stay."

You hesitate for a moment, taken aback by Rin's sudden request. His eyes are half-lidded, the alcohol dulling his usual sharpness, but there's a pleading look in his gaze that makes it impossible to deny him. "I..." you start, your voice quiet in the darkened room, but Rin's grip on your wrist tightens. "Please." he mumbles, his voice rough and soft. "Please stay."

You look down at him, taking in the sight of the normally composed Rin, now reduced to a drunken mess, pleading for your presence. His tousled hair, his rumpled clothing, the vulnerability in his eyes - it's all so far removed from the Rin you know, and something within you softens at the sight. You sigh, giving in, and nod slowly.

"Okay," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper. "Okay, I'll stay." Rin's grip on your wrist loosens, his hand falling back to his side as he closes his eyes, a small satisfied smile appearing on his face.

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Rin woke up to the unwelcomed sight of sunlight streaming through his window and a throbbing headache. He groaned, his hand coming up to rub his temples as he tried to recall the events of the previous night. But the memories were hazy and disjointed, fragments of conversation and blurry images that refused to come together into a cohesive whole. As his mind slowly began to clear, he found himself puzzled by the sight of you sleeping next to him in his bed.

He propped himself up on his elbows, wincing as the movement sent a wave of nausea through him. His gaze fixed on you, taking in the sight of you sleeping peacefully, your hair unkempt and features lax in sleep. A thousand questions ran through his mind as he tried to make sense of the situation. Why were you here? How had you ended up in bed with him? And more importantly, what had happened between the two of you last night?

You stir awake, the sunlight streaming through the curtains assaulting your eyes. You sit up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, and notice Rin lying next to you, his face twisted in pain from the after-effects of his hangover. He looks at you with a mixture of confusion and surprise, his eyes hazy from the alcohol still lingering in his system. As you stretch and reach for the bedside table, Rin speaks up. "Why...why were you in bed with me?" he croaks, his voice rough.

You pause in your movements, your hand hovering over the small bottle of asprin you prepared last night before sleeping. You look over at Rin, meeting his gaze, and notice the confusion etched on his face. "You asked me to stay," you reply softly, your voice still groggy with sleep. "You didn't want to be alone."

Rin's brow furrows as he tries to recall the events of the previous night, but the memories remain elusive. He rubs his temples, wincing as the headache persists. "I did?" he asks, a hint of disbelief in his voice.

You nod, unscrewing the lid of the aspirin bottle and shaking out two tablets onto your palm. You hold them out to Rin, and grabbed a water bottle placed on the night stand, offering them to him. "You were pretty drunk," you explain, watching as he takes the aspirin and swallows them followed by drinking the water.

Rin's eyes widen slightly as bits and pieces of the previous night slowly begin to resurface. He can vaguely recall stumbling through the house, supported by your body, and mumbling something before collapsing on the bed. "And you agreed?" he asks, his voice still hoarse.

You shrug, a small smile playing on your lips. "You were being really persistent, and you looked pretty pathetic," you tease, "I couldn't just leave you on your own like that."

"Well.." You cleared your throat, attracting Rin's attention.

"And, you did..kind've confessed."

Rin's eyes widen in surprise as your words sink in, his memory of the night before starting to come back to him in fragments and pieces. "confessed?" his cheeks reddening as he looks up at you.

You nod, a small smile playing on your lips. "Yeah, you did," you say, recalling the messy and uncoordinated kiss he had drunkenly planted on you. "And you also kissed me."

Rin's face reddens further, his eyes dropping to the bedsheet as he struggles to process this information. "I...did?" he mumbles, his voice low. "I don't even remember doing that."

You can't help but chuckle softly, finding his reaction endearing. You reached out to place a comforting hand on his arm. "I don't think you were thinking straight."

Rin nods slowly, his face still flushed with embarrassment. He fiddles with the bedsheet, avoiding your gaze, as he processes the new information. "I'm so sorry," he mutters, his voice full of remorse. "I didn't mean to...to do that. I don't know what I was thinking..."

You shake your head, dispelling his fears with a gentle smile. "Hey, it's okay," you reassure him. "You weren't yourself. I understand. It's not a big deal." You smile at Rin, seeing the vulnerability in his eyes. "I'm not mad," you affirm, your voice warm with reassurance. "And...I didn't mind the kiss. I like you, Rin. I have for a while now."

Rin's breath hitches at your words, his eyes widening in surprise. He looks at you, the disbelief and hope visible on his face. "You do?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. "Really?"

"Really. And who doesn't?" You chuckled.

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"So, Rin, there's a rumor circulating around that you're in a serious relationship. Any comment on that?" the interviewer asks.

"That's true. I'm in a relationship. We've been together for a while now."

The audience gasps in surprise, and the shocked interviewer scrambles to find something else to say. "That's...quite a revelation. Care to share how you two met?"

"We've known each other for a long time before we even got together, its just.." A small smile graced Rin's lips, recalling the things you said that he did that night. "well, one of us had the courage to confess and here we are now."

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garciaasfluffypen · 3 months ago

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it sounds like music to me

pairing: jemily x fem!reader word count: 3.4k warnings: reader is a bit bratty, SMUT. minors dni. top!emily, bottom!jj, switch!reader, fingering, pussy licking, based off of this ask and a little bit of this ask a/n: i hope its okay i mushed these two asks together!! also, as much as we love older jj and older em, i couldn't not do baby faced jj and em. i mean, look at them

emily and jj knew it would be hard to find a third person for their relationship, but didn’t expect it to be this hard.

they had been searching for just about a year but had been coming up short. the first girl was only in town for the summer, the second got jealous too easily. the third didn’t understand that jj and emily were a package deal, and the fourth only wanted emily. they had tried app after app but couldn’t get anyone who understood it was both of them or none of them. that seemed to be the hardest part, not knowing what they were going to get. if they were going to get someone who understood, or someone who they would have to coach through every step of the way. sure, they found the occasional gem, but there was always someone who was nice. was just what they were looking for.

they weren’t sure what they had expected when emily took a gig at the local dive bar, but they found themselves meeting up with some of their queer friends for dinner, drinks and according to the flier, “a fun night of entertainment!”. jj had never been one for singing, she had always preferred to do the behind the scenes stuff for emily. emily was the voice, the talent of the two of them. she was the one who was plastered all over social media, the one getting all the views. it could have been the reason some of the people found them attractive, now that she was thinking about it. It could very well have been the reason the girls were attracted to them. but she didn’t really mind, as long as she had a good time.

but they hadn’t met you yet.

you were the local musician for hire, typically playing guitar wherever you could. it wasn’t the best little side gig ever, but it got you the money to put food on the table. you had been doing the gigs you could pick up along with serving and bartending when you could. most of the money went to the bills you had to pay on your shitty studio apartment just outside of dc, but whatever you made from your gigs was what got you from paycheck to paycheck. you typically made enough to get through the week, but this week you were struggling. your car broke down and the bar was closed for renovations, meaning you were relying on yours serving tips to get you through this week. thankfully, there were some extra open mics going on this week that were desperately looking for a guitarist. and you just happened to be free.

which was probably how you found yourself at the dive bar at nine pm, sitting on a stage and playing along with people as they either sang their little hearts out or were very clearly drunk and looking for attention. the main act wasn’t going on until ten, and you knew that they most likely got more than you did, but you didn’t care. you simply were here to join in on the fun and maybe get laid. it was win win for you, unless you went home empty handed. then it was a win lose. but you were having fun, you got free drinks since you were providing the entertainment and it was interesting to see the different people and how they acted when they had alcohol in their system. every little bit you were whisked into different songs that didn’t have a backing track, and when you weren’t needed you could go sit at the bar and enjoy it. they had given you a flat fee for the night anyway, so it wasn’t like you needed to stay up on the stage.

you had noticed a group of women staring at you all night, and you one hundred percent were playing into it, but didn’t know much beyond that. every time they pointed at you or looked in your direction, you would wave or wink or do something that would make the blonde one giggle. she had been on her phone for most of the night so you weren’t sure what her game was, but you were only on the clock for another half hour before you could sit back, relax and enjoy whatever was going on after the little community singing night. you debated going to sit with the blonde and her friends, but figured something was going on with them since they kept looking towards the door. it probably wasn’t meant to be, anyway. you rarely found girls that were into the stuff you were into.

but that’s when you noticed them.

emily prentiss, or as you had begun to call her, one of the hottest people you had ever seen on social media, ever. you had heard rumors that she and her girlfriend were looking for a third, but knew the chances were slim to none that you’d ever run into them. however, it looked like luck was on your side as you watched them walk through the bar and head over to the group of girls who were eyeing you all night. you downed your beer, heading over to the dj and asking if you could play a quick song before they switched the stage over. if you had any chance to get with her, tonight was that night. you had enough alcohol in your system to give you the kick you needed to play the song you wrote inspired by her, so why not give it a chance?

emily’s eyes caught yours as you sang on the stage, the notes effortlessly flowing from the guitar in your hands. she almost forgot what she was supposed to be doing as she looked over to you, then back at jj, who had somehow started talking to the bar manager within the past five minutes. all the thoughts in her head disappeared as she listened to you sing, mesmerized by the tone of your voice and how the words came out of your mouth in ways she could never comprehend. she couldn’t help but notice the lyrics resembled a girl who sounded suspiciously like her, but shrugged it off, considering there were a lot of brown haired brown eyed girls out there.

“em?”

“sorry, what was that?”

“i was asking if you were set, since we soundchecked earlier today.”

“yeah, we should be good.”

“are you okay?” jj looked up at her. “you don’t have to-”

“no, i just saw a pretty girl, the one on stage.”

“hm?” jj turned around, looking up at the stage. “oh wow, she is pretty.”

“do you think…?”

“if you want to try, we can try. but by the looks of it, i think pen has been scheming all night.”

emily chuckled as she saw the blonde heading over to the bar, seemingly ordering a cup of whatever you had been drinking. considering penelope had told the two that she had seen someone they might be interested in, it was easy to put two and two together. she really hoped that the girl up on stage was the girl pen had her eyes on all night.

before she knew it, the stage had been switched for her set and she was whisked into the world of music, momentarily forgetting her whole plan of getting you to come home with her and jj. however, penelope did not forget and beckoned you over the second she saw you were free. you got pulled into a conversation with her and the three other women at the table, all of whom seemed to be friends with jj and emily. you noticed that jj was very timid and quiet, very unlike emily. but you had come to find out it was pretty easy to fall for the people who were total opposites of you, so you presumed that was the dynamic they had going on. you got along with them very well during the night, and got even more free drinks out of it. plus, you got to see emily perform as well. jj slipped away a few times to take videos for social media, smiling proudly as her girlfriend sang her songs.

after emily’s set was over, she made her way over to her friends, guitar bag hanging over her back. she set it down and slipped right into the conversation, taking a second to register you sitting at the table. you were pretty tipsy by now, borderline drunk, and you knew if you didn’t go home with emily and jj you’d be going home with someone else on one of your dating apps. the night could go one of two ways, and you really hoped it would go the way you wanted it to go. the older woman, who you learned was a therapist named tara, tapped out around midnight since she had clients in the morning. penelope and the shorter girl, kate, followed shortly after, mumbling something about needing to get enough rest before heading into work. which meant you were left with emily and jj. alone.

“you play guitar, yeah?”

“i do.” you nodded, taking another peanut from the cup on the table. “been playing since i was ten. my dad taught me.”

“any other instruments?"

“nah,” you started, smirking. “i probably could learn more though, i’ve been told i’m good with my fingers.”

you knew flirting with people was risky, but you figured it was worth a shot considering how emily had looked at you when you were singing earlier. a jolt went through your body as emily’s eyes darkened, and jj’s face became covered in a layer of blush. your intentions were clearly known now, and both girls in front of you looked at each other in silent agreement before jj got up to go close their tab. within minutes, you were shoving a ten dollar bill into the tip jar for the bartenders to split and following jj to the car where emily was waiting for you. the ride back to their place wasn’t horribly long, but the tension was palpable. emily had her hands on you before you could even get into the front door, pulling at the fabric of your shirt to get you inside.

“is this okay?”

“yes. very okay.” you nodded breathlessly. “i’m yours.”

you were lightly pushed onto the couch, both emily and jj coming to sit by you. jj started running her hands through your hair as emily bought you in for a kiss, her lips setting your body on fire as she kissed you. jj’s hand wandered down to your torso, finding its way under your shirt as she started placing kisses on your neck. you sighed contently as your hands moved to emily’s front, blindly reaching at the buttons on her blouse in an effort to get them off. emily wordlessly shrugged the blouse off, breaking the kiss momentarily so jj could get your shirt off. jj turned your face so you were facing her, softly kissing you. her kiss was different than emily’s was, and it sent a different wave of energy through you. it was much softer and had a little bit of restraint behind it, but not enough where it would deter anyone. you cupped her cheek as an effort to get her to kiss you harder, your other hand grabbing one of emily’s hands and placing it on your breast.

emily maneuvered herself so she was on the floor between you and jj, expertly sliding your bra off and placing one of your hardened nipples in her mouth. a moan escaped you as your head fell back at the pleasure coursing through your veins, both emily and jj consuming you wholly. carefully, emily laid you down on the couch and spread your legs apart, letting jj hover over you and take your other breast in her mouth. emliy started placing open mouthed kisses on your inner thighs, getting dangerously close to your center, but never close enough to give you that relief. your hips buckled up as jj placed herself on your lap, placing kisses on your chest as emily continued to torture you slowly. your hands clutched at jj’s hips as you pulled her close, hands eventually making their way up her back and getting her as close as you possibly could. eventually, jj lightly tapped at your shoulder as she expertly maneuvered herself behind you, pulling you to her chest as she slotted you in between her legs.

the dynamic stood out to you like a sore thumb, and it was hot as hell. you could almost see the visible switch in jj’s eyes as she crawled behind you, ready to do whatever it was emily told her. you didn’t feel yourself switching that easily, the need to be bossed around with pushback was too strong tonight. it could have been the alcohol, it could have been the fact that the last guy you had sex with was vanilla as they came. you needed to be a brat, and you needed it now.

“open your legs all the way, baby.” emily looked up at you through hooded eyes.

“make me.”

her eyebrows shot up. “make you?”

“make me.”

emily let out a chuckle as she went to pull your legs the rest of the way apart, a smirk playing on her face as you resisted. you felt jj dig her face into your shoulder, a hint of a smile on her lips as she watched the way emily reacted to you. they hadn’t had anyone who challenged her like this, it was a nice change. and to be quite honest, it was hot. jj had never had the balls to challenge her girlfriend, submitting to her relatively quickly. but there was something about having someone who could challenge her that made her think that you would be a permanent addition. jj’s hand wandered over your torso as she started placing kisses on your shoulders, pushing your hair out of her way with her free hand. she wrapped it around her palm, lightly pulling your hair to move your head back, making room for her to place kisses on your neck. emily’s fingers danced dangerously close to your center, and suddenly they weren’t. you whined, kicking your feet a little bit as you stared at her.

“you need to earn it, y/n, can you do that?”

you smirked. “you two gonna make it worth my while?”

“oh i’ll do more than that.”

emily pulled you up, flipping you over so you were facing jj. wordlessly, she guided your head to jj’s chest. you knew exactly what she wanted you to do, and you decided to play along. you were needy and horny and desperately needed to cum. you took one of jj’s breasts in your mouth, smirking to yourself as a moan fell from her lips. the hand that wasn’t holding yourself up started exploring the skin that had been exposed, playing around the baby blue band of her underwear. emily’s hand went to rub at your ass, massaging it as your knees slowly spread across the couch cushions to make room for emily to reach where you wanted her the most.

“make jj cum and i’ll think about letting you cum after her.”

“roger roger, captain.”

you made your way down jj’s torso, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses as you looked up at her for consent. as she nodded, you slowly pulled the cotton off her hips, throwing them somewhere on the floor with the rest of the clothes that had been discarded haphazardly. as soon as your mouth hit her center, her hips buckled up to reach your mouth. as you ate jj out, you saw emily walk around to where jj had shifted to lay on the couch, propping herself over jj’s face. while your view was mostly blocked of jj, you had the perfect view of emily as she rode her girlfriend’s face. jj, who was caught in complete ecstasy, clutched at emily’s thighs as your tongue got faster and faster. between jj’s reactions and emily moaning, you could practically feel the wetness dripping down your legs. as you inserted a finger into jj’s center, you saw emily shake with pleasure as she came for the first time that night. she pulled herself off of jj’s face, brushing some hair out of the way as she bent down to kiss the blonde. seconds later, jj clenched around you as a loud moan escaped her, her arm flying to cover her eyes as her back arched. she flopped back down as she came down from her high, you slowly slipping your fingers out as to not startle her.

emily quietly walked behind you and put herself between your legs, her fingers finally touching you where you needed it the most. a groan fell from your lips as you fell forward onto jj’s shoulder, letting her run her hand through your hair as emily finger fucked you. the noises that were falling from your mouth were unholy, as were the sounds filling the room. jj went back to massaging your breasts and placing kisses over your skin, her free hand ghosting over your arm.

“only good girls get to cum, have you been good?”

“fu- emily please!”

her fingers slowed down. “have you been good?”

“y-yes! please i- i’m so close.”

“have you… been good?”

“i-i’ve been good please!” you begged, breaths becoming ragged. “emily please!”

emily quickened her pace again, watching with a smirk on her face as the orgasm you so strongly needed snuck up on you. your body exploded as you let yourself go, the release you had been longing for all night flowing through your veins while jj and emily helped you through it. jj pulled you into her arms as emily pulled out of you, padding away somewhere you weren’t sure where she was going. jj placed a kiss on the top of your head as emily came back, cup of water in one hand and a wet washcloth in the other. robes were draped over her arm, setting them down on the coffee table as she began the aftercare you needed. you chugged half of the water while emily cleaned you up, being careful not to hit your sensitive areas that would cause you to flinch. she cleaned up jj next, placing a small kiss on top of her hair and rubbing her cheek lovingly. you shimmied off jj’s lap to make room for emily, shoving yourself into the farthest corner of the couch you could muster without curling into a ball. emily pulled you back over to where they were, a gentle kiss placed on your cheek.

“you did such a good job, angel, you really did.” emily smiled at you. “what else can we do for you?”

“what do you mean?”

“we don’t expect you to leave, y/n. aftercare is important.” jj piped up from the couch. “stay the night, let us take care of you.”

“i wouldn’t want to intrude…”

“nonsense.” emily gave you a stern look. “stay. it’s way too late for you to be driving anyway.”

“oh i uh… i didn’t drive to the bar. i figured i’d be drinking so i just ubered.”

jj smirked. “she’s pretty and smart?”

“mm, debatable on smart.” you chuckled. “but i appreciate the compliment.”

“will you stay? at least until the morning. i don’t want you ubering this late.” emily looked at you with those big chocolate brown eyes.

“okay fi-ine” you jokingly sighed. “i’ll stay. as long as i get to sleep somewhere comfortable i’ll be fine.”

“then we’ll show you the way to the bedroom.”

you opened your mouth to decline the offer to sleep in bed with them, but emily held up a hand and gave you a stern look. you held

your hands up in surrender, knowing you wouldn’t be able to fight her on it. she helped both you and jj up, letting you put on one of the robes before leading you both to the bedroom.

“do what you need to do in the bathroom, love, we’ll be here when you’re done.”

you turned to emily. “thank you, a lot. and you’re sure i’m not intruding?”

“i promise.” she smiled at you. “now go do your stuff and come cuddle.”

“yes ma’am.”

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jealousofmydreams · 3 months ago

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Indulgences of the beast II

Synopsis : In which Father Charlie, the symbol of faith and sacrifice, succumbs to his own temptations as the restraints of his inner beast are broken free, allowing it to roam and pursue its desired prey.

warnings : {dubcon, drowning, suffocation, forced infidelity, breathplay, 18+}

a/n : please read part one before reading this one. i have not watched the show, only saw one too many clips of it and wrote this. nothing is probably accurate so read it for fun. might write another part but as a bonus chapter but i'm not sure yet.

ACT IV

She managed to get through the first stone arch, past the tower and the church. Now, she just needed to get to the second building, where their personal quarters were.

Her thoughts were filled with doubts but there wasn't time to linger on them as she finally entered the quarters. Her heart gradually slowed down from their rapid palpation. She made her steps as quiet as possible and stuck close to the wall.

She could only hope she wouldn't encounter anyone.

However, as if her worries were meant to come to life, just as she turned into a corner, she ran into someone.

She flailed back and tripped on her own feet. Before she could stumble even more, she was held back by a strong arm.

They held her close to their chest and her fingers tightly gripped the cloth on instinct.

It took her a moment until she realized what had happened, and looked up at the person holding her.

The person she saw, was the last person she wanted to see, Father Charlie.

His face was grim. The furrow of his brows and his pursed lips were a contrast to the usual kind expression he wore. This was the second time she had seen this expression, and she didn't like that it was yet again pointed at her.

"I'm sorry Father, I didn't see where I was going," she tried to move away, slightly pushing at his chest when she felt resistance.

Even at her persistence, he did not let her go.

Through the dim hallway, candles wax dripped as they hung up the walls of the corridor. The candles provided enough light where she could confirm his strong gaze was indeed directed at her.

She whispered his name this time, hoping he could come to his bearing.

"What nightly affairs keeps you up at night," he whipered her name softly at the end. She froze and he took the chance to rest his other hand on her lower back.

Her mind wandered to where she had been minutes ago, but surely, he couldn't have seen her. She barely managed to make it through the quarters even with her rapid pace, how he could have seen her and been here at the same time ?

A quick excuse was on the tip of her tongue, "Late night prayers seem to be one. They are a great comfort to me," she hastily said.

"Prayers that couldn't wait until the next day? Surely even the lord would appreciate a moment of rest," before she could retort back, he spoke again, letting her go but grabbing her by the arm instead. "Come along, if you insist on praying, I shall assist you under these trying times,"

Her feet glided along the floor, she tried to yank her arm back, but his fingers were like claws.

She started to stammer, "Father Charlie, please, I apologize," by then, she could feel the panic overwhelming her. But he acted as if he didn't hear her.

"Please, I should go back to my dwelling, m-my worries have been put to rest," she kept pleading. She wasn't familiar with the corridor she was in anymore.

She did not belong in this area nor within his arms reach, she knew that much now.

She even considered screaming but the panic had her throat closing up.

By his luck, he managed to drag her along until he came to his chamber. He was quick to push her inside and closed the door shut.

He faced the door while she faced him.

She wanted to melt away, back in the shadows where she was nobody and nothing could hurt her.

Instead, she was forced to face him.

Through her confusion earlier, she wasn't paying much attention to him, but she realized now that Father Charlie was unstable.

He was breathing heavily, and the hand that had long let her go, kept clenching and unclenching as if the muscles in his hand were straining.

She wanted to speak, the words kept forming yet stuck in the back of her throat.

He turned around before she could act.

He had a stern look and she trembled momentarily. She didn't know what to do under his stare.

A moment passed where neither of them moved. She kept fidgeting while he kept staring at her.

With a deep sigh, he approached her.

She flinched just as his hand reached her.

"Sit," even as his hands trembled at her visible rejection, he gestured to the chair leaning against the wall.

She took a hard gulp, which was heard in the small confine of his room.

A man's chamber was not where she belonged, especially not of Father Charlie.

Charlie moved as if everything was normal. He went to the large cross hanging up on his wall. He touched the familiar figure's feet with his right hand then touched his forehead followed by both his shoulders before finally letting his fingers rest on his lips.

When he turned around, he looked at her expectantly. "Won't you pray, sister," he raised his eyebrows. But she remained as stiff as always.

Seeing her shivers in fear, he dragged a hand over his mouth.

With wide steps, he crossed over to her and descended on his knees. The sight made her eyes widen. She tried to rise up but he held both her arms and forced her back into the seat. "I did say I'll help you," he looked at her intently and she almost forgot to exhale.

Gently, he placed a palm on the top of her head and brought it in a bowing motion. Then his fingertips slide down her forehead to lightly press on her eyelids.

Even with her eyes closed, her lids trembled.

"Let us pray," he murmured.

It felt wrong. The way he spoke, the way he held her, was wrong.

Wrong, wrong, wrong, repeated over and over in her head.

His own head bowed and he slowly leaned it against hers. She could feel his body heat and the gentle caresses of his disheveled hair on her forehead.

She nervously rolled her ankles when he took hold of her hands again.

"Divine above, I seek your light and love. Cleanse my mind, body, and soul of any negativity or burdens I carry. Purify my thoughts and intentions, and fill me with peace and clarity. Help me release what no longer serves me, and guide me toward healing..."

She tried to follow his words but the anxiety gripped her tightly. It seemed he was aware of it as his prayers trailed off.

"What bothers you, sister," he spoke yet he didn't lift his head. Instead, he moved his head slightly until his cheek rested on her own, the skin he touched tingling until she was practically shivering.

She stopped breathing as the warnings were blaring in her head now.

"Please let me go," she begged.

How long had he wanted to hear her beg for him, how sweetly she did yet her words felt like a knife twisting in his pounding heart.

A dark chuckle left past his lips until he was full on laughing, one of his hands slapping his crouched thighs.

Before she could react, he gripped her jaw. His fingers digging in the skin.

"Let you go?! I haven't even had you, yet you try to escape from my embrace?" he snarled before getting up.

He pointed a finger in her face, loose strands of his hair hanging on his forehead, his eyes sharp. "You think I don't know, about the letters, that damm tree, I should of cut off his limbs the second he touched you," his face flushed red.

He kept pacing back and forth yet she could only react to his words.

He knew, oh God he knew, that's all she could think about.

"No, no look at me, at me," he gripped her cheeks forcing her lips to pucker. His eyes glanced down at them.

Her swollen lips bitten raw by another man.

With a growl, he licked the sensitive skin, not kissing her just biting and pulling the skin, lapping up until they dripped of his own spit. Red from his own lips and teeth.

When he pulled away both were panting. Her eyes were wide in shock and his were dark. He finally caved in and had a taste of what he always wanted. He couldn't let her go now

She fought to get up of the chair but he forced her down.

"Stop, please," the cries resonated but his fingers did not stop.

He hooked one finger in her mouth and another under her tongue. He pinched her tongue and said her name once. Stern and quiet and she froze. Tears clung to her lashes as she looked in his somber eyes.

He pressed a light kiss to her forehead, as if he was soothing her.

"It's okay, everything is okay, I'm sorry I scared you," His words were meant to be comforting but his actions weren't.

He slowly stroked the side of her face, trying to reassure her. It briefly worked until one of his fingertip slipped under her high collar and touched her flesh.

Before she could react, he pulled at the cloth on her neck. He opened the buttons of her habit, one by one. Tugging and pulling but never ripping.

She sat quivering in the seat, too afraid to move or speak. Every time she tried to speak, she only managed to stutter before she swallowed her words. Embarrassed of her own weakness.

Charlie kept praying to her, the prayers he spoke sounded almost like curses.

He got in her face when she looked away. Tilting his head down, he forced her to look him with a nudge of his fingertip on her chin.

His fingertip felt like stone, a simple touch forcing her still. She couldn't move and could barely find herself to breath.

Everytime he approached her, she kept flinching, afraid.

As he used her frozen form to his advantage, he managed to unbutton half of her habit.

His eyes, which kept flickering between her eyes, with a yearning she could not understand, glanced down at her chest.

His sharp intake of breath broke her haze.

Under her buttoned up robe, her corset peaked through. The tightly wound fabric pushed up against her breasts and the laces crossed over until it was in a perfect bow.

His eyes clouded over, his mouth salivating.

He didn't even unbutton the rest of it before he ripped the robe with his hand. Buttons ripped free, some dangling by a tread. Her loud gasp covered up by the ripping.

His trembling hands shook as they hovered over her spilling breasts. He crouched over her, like a beast preparing to savor his meal, curving his body until she could feel the heat of his body.

The dry gulp he managed to push down irritated his throat even more. But beside his thirst, a surge of rage pulsed through him.

"Does he love you," he muttered, teeth nearly biting her lips from how close he was when he spoke.

He pulled the laces that held her waist in shape. Her mouth fell open as she felt the air leave her lungs. He opened his mouth above hers, breathing her in, panting along with her. Her eyes clouded over in tears, her lungs straining as he ripped the air from her lungs.

Even through the haze, she could understand the words he spoke.

The former nun believed sacrificing her beliefs was the only form of love she could give him. She knew she loved him, and she hoped the same of him.

Yet doubts crept in. They had long resided inside of her. The missed letters, his absences at their rendezvous, his lack of eagerness when they did meet.

However, before she could ponder more, Charlie spoke, almost sneering as he fed into her doubts.

"God loves you, and as a servant of God, it is my duty to do the same," his own eyes were rimmed red with anguish. She could feel the light brush of his lips as he spoke.

He ravaged her mouth moments ago, but could not bring himself to kiss her.

She shook her head, tears rolling down her cheeks which he gracefully licked and sucked until her cheeks bruised.

"How could I praise the lord, w-with my viles acts, he would not forgive me..."

He pressed his nose into her cheek, his hands cupping the curves of her breasts over the bustier. They were tempted to creep up and touch the flesh but he resisted.

"Then I'll be your Lord, praise me, worship me and I'll have you just as you are," as he spoke, he forced her on her feet.

He ripped the rest of her robe, revealing the tight corset. The loose straps flowing down her arms as her chest heaved. The skirt she wore remained clasped tightly on her hips, but even then, she felt as if she was being devoured her by his eyes.

Charlie could not bring himself to admire her, afraid that if he lost himself in her now, everything will be in vain.

He yanked his own collar and unbuttoned his habit. When she took this chance to push him, he merely stopped and forced her forward, in the corner of his room.

The corner held a basin filled with holy water. The same basin where he had buried his face in, hoping it would cleanse him of his sins after striking his own back raw.

She whimpered as he held one arm under her breasts forcing her lungs to contract while the other one lifted her face by her cheeks, forcing her to look at herself in the small mirror he kept.

She kept squirming when the heat of his naked chest dug into her back, momentarily making her dizzy.

He buried his nose in her cheek slowly dragging it in her hairline. Smelling her until she filled his lungs and he breathed her out.

"Please, please," when he felt her struggle again, his fingers wound around the laces and with one yank of his hand, tightened her corset and pulled until she couldn't breath. Her mouth fell open and the veins on her throat made his teeth ache.

He trailed his tongue over it, tracing it before sucking lightly. He could feel her gasps yet he could not find it in himself to let go.

Even her choking face was beautiful.

"It's okay it's okay, I'm right here" even though she pleaded to be released, he only comforted her, acting as if her pleads were of needs.

He would of kept her in his embrace if she hadn't let out a wail, his hand quick to force itself between her teeth.

She bite furiously, her teeth breaking his skin yet he took it as if she was marking him as her own.

However, a sudden exasperation grew inside of him.

She just kept denying him, his dark impulse took over.

With a swift movement, he bent her over, forcing his thighs behind hers. He held her around her waist and forced her to lay flat with his own weight.

He only stopped lowering her when her hands slapped the wall as she hung over the basin sink. Her face close to the water. She let out a cry, which he paid no mind.

He made sure to situate her before going on his knees. He clasped both her ankles in one of his hand, forcing her to keep the position.

Using her delirious state to his advantage, he used his other hand to lift the bottom of her skirt until he forced it to scrunch up on her lower back.

The position had her opening herself up to him completely.

What was presented before him was beyond anything even heaven could offer. The thin undergarment was soaked, the dark patch in the middle had him panting.

With an inhale, he pressed his nose in her covered hole. The damp fabric emitting her scent and lightly wetting his nose.

He pulled back only to use his free hand to move one cheek, watching as the fabric moved until it settled between her slit.

He did the same with the other until the thin fabric was curving over her sex.

Her bulge made him feel parched. He could faintly see the shape of her lips and the swollen clit above it.

He carefully pinched the lingerie before tugging the tight cloth over her clit, making her jump and hiccup.

However, it did not seem she will let him have his way.

She tried to kick back at him with her feet.

Charlie would of let her continue to struggle. If only she hadn’t tried to bang her weak fist into the wall, surely to wake up the clergy next door.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance.

He was quick to command her back under his thumb, "Naughty naughty girl," he crept up her back, curving himself in her spine and held her fist. She hung her head and cried quietly. Her pleads returning.

However, Charlie's patience ran thin.

He gently caressed the back of her head, placing one final kiss on her hair before pushing her head in the basin.

Forcing her to drink the holy water drenched in his sins while he went to drink from his between her legs.

Undisturbed, he went back on his knees and lifted her until her feet rested on his thighs. He angled her enough to keep her head submerged in the holy water.

With a gentle smile, he was quick to kiss her fat mound. Illiciting a twitch which shuddered through her whole body, her toes digging into his skin.

He moaned happily at the ache she caused.

He dragged one of her foot in his palm until it was over his crotch. The pain she caused him, only turned to pleasure.

She wiggled her feet but he was stronger, forcing his hand down on her foot, keeping it on his aching length.

Charlie was slowly losing his sanity, her scent an intoxicating fragrance.

He peeled open the fabric and salivated when her arousal clung to it.

With a rough tug, he dragged her underwear to her thighs, too impatient to take it off completely.

With her bending over, it took no effort to peer though her sensitive parts.

Her glistening lips a warm welcome compared to her cold touch.

He let out a light breath, the warm air hitting her cunt which made her hips temble.

He could of admired her until dawn emerged, but his tongue hung heavy in his mouth, his throat dry.

He looked straight at her tight hole and tilted his chin until he could spit on it. He watched as his spit slid from her aching core until it almost dripped on the floor.

He caught the hanging spit with his tongue and brought it back to her pussy, memorizing her with his tongue.

Her choking sounds turning high pitched as he felt the curves of her lips and the ridges and bumps. His nose poked though her tight hole where he breathed her in with a satisfied inhale, his chin now soaked with her arousal.

He moaned at her essence before he nudged and cuddled up to her curls above.

Taking a moment to come back to his bearing before he pulled away, plunging his tongue in her tight hole again, the primary source of his longing.

With her constants turning, her skirt that had rested on her lower back slowly fell over his head like a veil.

Charlie remained unchanged, he poked and licked and sucked. One hand held her ankle while the other one gripped her foot under his palm, keeping her balanced on his cock.

Her scent and the heat enveloped him. The lack of air had him momentarily dizzy, but her invading scent brought him back to see his sense. Instead, he licked her back furiously as if her cunt was his lifeline.

He considered it as his own punishment as he smothered himself with the tight enclose of her cunt and her skirt which trapped him in.

She kept flailing around, the pressure of the water and the tightness of her corset and his tongue rolling around her made her dizzy. She felt like she lost her soul. As if she were a mere doll flopping around.

He kept moaning when he felt her tighten around his tongue, dragging and tugging his flesh deeper. Wetness throbbed out of her cunt until it was all he could feel and smell.

His mind was half gone. With hooded eyes, he could barely admire the untouched hole clenching above the one he was licking.

He had the urge to kiss her there too.

However, with one push of her foot, that pressed painfully on his cock, he felt her cum.

She bucked on his face, until she lost her strength. Her arms sliding down the sink and her head dropped until she barely moved in the sink.

Charlie didn't even take a moment to breath as he got out from under her skirt. He gently caressed her legs, dragging his nails on her skin before he placed a wet kiss on her lower back.

He tugged her back to his chest when he stood up. She was panting and coughing. Holy water dripped and ran down her chest. Her eyes were rimmed red and her head lulled around. He tapped her cheeks slightly, a chuckle escaping past his lips, "Atta girl."

When she gained a moment of clarity, her face crunched up. She saw herself in the mirror and realized this wasn't a nightmare, but reality.

As she started to hyperventilate, he wrapped both his warms around her and rocked her. Shushing her softly as if she was a child.

Her fingers trembled over his arms, while he rubbed his face against her damp cheek, "Its okay, darling girl, I'm right here"

She held back her hiccups, her fear mobilizing her.

He took this chance to rock each other, before turning her in his embrace when she quiet down.

She was trembling, spit running down her chin, mixing with the water. He hummed, lapping it up before knocking his nose with hers.

She wouldn't look at him, her eyes hovering over his collarbones.

His eyes nearly crossed over as his rocking slowed down. He tried to lower his face to catch her eyes but she stubbornly refused.

Only when he gripped the back of hair and forced her chin up, did their eyes meet.

"You did so good," he praised her, a gentle smile on his face as if she truly moved him.

Her lips unconsciously parted then. Instead of words only small puffs of air came out. Charlie eyed her and when a silver of pink peeked out, he seized the moment and kissed her.

He wasted no time to explore her palate with a languid sweep of his tongue, drawing a gasp from her. Her waist dipped instinctly and his grip tightened.

His naked flesh was an unwanted comfort against her cold body. But her body instinctly reached for the warmth.

He teased her with playful strokes mapping every corner of her mouth.

She felt that this kind of kiss was no different than lovemaking.

With one last stroke, he slowly pulled away, releasing her with a slow and deliberate retreat.

She met his gaze then, chest heaving.

An haze clouded over her eyes, lost on the sensations she wasn't familiar with.

Charlie scanned her face with dark eyes, his cock twitching in their tight confine as her parted lips had her tongue sticking out. She was barely aware she hasn't completely put her tongue back in after the kiss ended abruptly.

Charlie gently sucked on her tongue which was still half out of her mouth before nibbling on the tip of it, his breathing unsteady.

With a heaving chest, he held her for a moment, crushing her to his chest.

He indulged in her warmth until he wrapped his right arm around her waist and lifted her up slightly. With his other hand, he yanked her skirt down. The fabric ripping before falling to tatters on the floor. Her underwear followed suit, the cloth getting dragged until they rested on her lower legs.

She was still unsteady and could barely register as she felt herself being lowered until her toes grazed the tip of his shoes.

"If you really want me to stop, just say it," her arms trembled over his broad shoulders when she gained awareness.

Without even touching her face, his eyes forced her still. They were in agony as if he was the one being tortured.

When she tried to move, her toes barely grazed his shoes before he turned his body around and pressed her back against the bed.

She blinked, frozen in place.

"I-I" before she could answer, she was silenced when he pulled at the ribbon of her corset in a hurry. He tried to tug the ribbons free but when he meet resistance, he brought both hands and ripped the corset apart.

The rough fabric pinching her skin before releasing and cold her hit her naked chest.

Her body was finally revealed under his preening eyes. Paying no mind to his throbbing hands, his gaze swept her from top to bottom then hurriedly returned to her face. His eyes were dilated and he stared down at her like a man who had gained his sanity.

He locked eyes with her before whispering, "Beautiful,"

He could practically feel the blush rise up her face from how close he was on her.

However, she didn't hold his attention for long. The sight of her breasts made his mouth water. Her nipples pebbled and practically begged to be touched.

With their unspoken wish, he pressed his face between her breasts mouthing and licking her skin.

He brought both his thumbs to flicks and tug at the erect nipple. She could only lay there and take it.

Her silent sobs shook her body. Her fingers digging into her palms, paralyzed by the sensations.

His hands were quick to wrap around hers when they picked at her own skin.

He could not let her harm herself, even though the one currently harming her the most was him.

Charlie trailed down her body, leaving open mouth kisses.

His tongue often peeked out to lick and then bite before he soothed the stinging marks. When he reached her waist, he plunged his tongue into her navel making her squirm at the discomfort.

He breathed her in and a moan slipped out when the smell of her arousal crept up to where he was.

Charlie rose up with his knees on the bed. His string of spit remained until it snapped at his new height.

He used his knees to lock her legs in as he rushed to take his own clothes off, his habit already halfway undone from earlier. He nudged his trousers to his knees, too impatient to take it off completely.

When he noticed her straining legs, trapped by her underwear. He tugged at it roughly until her underwear snapped under the weight of his strength. It pulled at her skin leaving a fresh burn until it was tatters on the bed.

Finally, when he managed to get the thick cloth off, he felt his pride blossom when she watched him, mouth agape and eyes wide, as if she saw the resurrection of the divine above.

Her gasp was loud when his cock sprung free of their confine. The tip red and angry as it bobbed freely on his stomach.

Under her watch, it twitched furiously.

She had to blink a couple of times to believe what she was seeing was real.

Felling proud and almost delighted, he slithered back on top of her.

"Look how good you are to me," he smirked while forcing her arms above her head and placed his own under, keeping her trapped under him.

He pressed kisses down her chest until they glistened with his spit. Her quiet pants overtaken by soft words he could barely discern.

"Forgive me Lord, take pity and forgive my sins. Help me release from the shackles of the beast, guide me towards you light, give me strength," when he heard her praying, a laugh slipped past his laugh.

"Tell me sweet girl, when was the last time you prayed? Do you think the Lord might forgive your sins with a single prayer," he mumbled on her sweaty skin.

His words only made her scrunch up her face, her tears flowing before disappearing in her hair.

With one last laugh, he brought one hand between their body until it was on her cunt. His open hand tapping on her sensitive parts, making her tears of pain turn into pleasure.

Her quiet whines music to his ears.

Even then, the words she thought she had forgotten, flew past her lips, as if she had never stopped praying in the first place.

However, he was quick to swallow her mouth. His tongue twisting her virtues into sins.

Slowly, he placed a finger between her slit and groaned when he felt the opening drip with her arousal.

The kiss arousing her until the sheet beneath her was slick.

He slowly twirled the thick pool of her arousal until she could visibly feel him tug the stickiness from her opening.

With a wet smack from their lips, she threw her head back and closed her legs around his waist in shame.

"You are absolutely divine," he whispered her name at the end.

His fingers gently pulled her chin down before he forced his tongue back in. His tongue touching hers before their lips met.

He explored her mouth and teased her sensitive palate.

His hand, which was holding her chin, moved to the back her head deepening the kiss, their breath mingled as the kiss became more intense.

Their tongues twisted together like vines caressing each other mouth. The obscene sound of saliva mixing echoed along side his repeated tapping on her cunt.

The violent little taps send shivers down her spine until she could feel the coil in the pit of her stomach.

When she tried to turn her head away, he gripped her chin and forced his tongue deeper.

It wasn't until his fingers gazed her clit did the coil burst and she came for the second time that night.

Her heart quickened and her moans were consumed by his mouth. He took joy in feeling the vibrations of her pleasure.

As she turned limp in his arms, he molded her to his liking. He grabbed one of her hand and wrapped it around his hard cock. His hand covering her own and forced her to move along his.

Her limp hand flinching under his hold. His cock was big, hard and warm under her hand.

He bucked shamelessly in her palm and huffed in her face.

"Shit," he took their hands off, licked her palm and sucked her fingers quickly before bringing it back to his cock. The slight wetness helping him slide her hand smoothly over him.

He forced her fingers to curve until her nails traced his cock. He twitched when he felt the sensation travel down to his sack.

"Fuck, fuck, I-I can't," he dropped his head back, the muscles in his back tensing as he fell forward.

He let her hand go until he wrapped his strong arms around her and finally pressed his cock on her stomach.

All along, she felt the heat of his cock hovering over her but he didn't let it touch her until now.

He gripped her face with a hand and licked her mouth. He grinded his cock on her naked skin and whimpered.

"Ah, don't, don't," she kept whispering. Her lips dragging along the skin of his chin.

"I won't, I won't," he repeated back. Contradicting his words, he stretched her legs open, and lowered his hips until they pressed against the back of her thighs.

When they finally touched, he hugged her tightly and buried his face in her hair, breathing heavily. Their genitals pressed tightly together until he eventually moved his hips.

Humping until his cock slipped and tugged on the opening of her cunt. She whined everytime his cock dragged at her opening. When he tried to push it in, her hole tightened and his cock slapped back up and slid on her clit.

He kept doing it over and over until eventually, when she accidentally twitched, they both groaned when his cock slipped between her lips. Charlie forced down a groan as he felt a gush of wet warmth envelop his head.

She whined in his arms, the small stretch burning her untouched walls. On an instinct, Charlie mindlessly bucked his hips once and slipped in some more. His head disappearing inside of her. He only stopped when he felt resistance, even then with a nudge of his hips, he felt it break.

Which caused the woman underneath him to cry out.

He pressed light kisses on face as if he was comforting her.

"I know baby, I know," in her dazed state, his name stumbled past her swollen lips.

Charlie lazily bucked his hips as he placed himself above her, his hands on each side of her head. He started to bully his cock in, feeling her inside twist and turn as they learned his shape.

He looked down and pride surged in his chest when he watched her bleed on his cock.

"Ah there's she is, I knew she was holding out for me," he spoke to her cunt as if she was her own being. He kissed his fingertips before lightly taping her swollen clit with it.

He returned his gaze to her face and smiled proudly at her while she tried to hold in her cooes, her nails scratching at his back.

He bend down and down a nipple in his mouth. Sensually sucking and tugging her breasts until they bruised at his touch.

Gradually, as his thrusts went deeper and harder, he let his weight drop in his thrust hurling her into oblivion. He fit her perfectly, filling her completely as she mindlessly curved her back until their pelvic touched. The light pinch of his cock on her cervix had her silently scream.

He rotated his hips at the sight, a chuckle rumbling his chest.

"You are heavenly, dearest girl," his words choked her more than his cock did.

She couldn't understand what made him want her this badly, what made him go beyond despair and ruin.

Charlie forced her legs over his shoulder, before resting his arms on the bed, and under her legs to hold them. He pulled back completely before sliding back in, fucking into her sobbing cunt, cutting off her train of thoughts. She couldn't even moan probably as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. He watched her with a smile, sweat dripping down his chin and landing on her chest.

He was quick to lap it up and quickened his pace, feeling her pussy milking him more and more.

His long veiny cock disappeared into her puffy lips before coming out glistening, "Oh God," she exclaimed as Charlie's nose flared in anticipation. He started to thrust with sharp and hard pounding, letting his desires out on the girl writhing under him.

"Ick," the light noise she let out had her brow srunching, and she tightly gripped his shoulders. She tried to mouth words but his pounding wouldn't let her. Smirking, he rotated his hips, his cock lodged deep and hard while his balls hung heavy against the rim of her ass.

He kissed her forehead gently and with a tender smile, shoved her with all his weight until she suffocated under the pressure of his cock and him.

His heart thundered in his chest when she abruptly cried out again as she felt his manhood graze a particularly sensitive spot near her cervix.

When he hit it again, she violently threw her head back. He was quick to press his hand on the back of her head.

Her eyes rolled in the back of her head, a silent scream etched on her mouth. He quickened his pace, harder and faster. Every thrust was accompanied by a grunt. Sweats dripped from every pores and his muscles burned.

His eyes shone when he saw his cock get eaten by her cunt, her cream staining the bottom of his cock.

He continued hammering her on his thick rod, stuffing and piercing the curve of her walls. He pressed both their interlocked hands on the bed and began thrusting harder.

"I can't," her words were cut off as she started to squirm under his heavy weight.

She felt her pussy twitch, her walls secured around his length as his thrust grew sloppy.

Her eyes instantly opened when she let out a loud cry, Charlie propped himself up on her as she came undone.

Her release started from deep inside her womb, all the while her vagina walls snugly gripped his cock.

With barely a graze on her clit, he dragged the release out of her, her body twisted dry.

Charlie barely managed to hold his release as he held the base of his cock.

Afraid that if he let himself go, this dream will come to an end.

She was sobbing as she realized that he refused to stop. In a haste, she bit his shoulder when he changed the height of his hips. Her head was digging into his bed as he buried himself back.

He pulled away from her sticky body and held her legs up as he watched himself melt in her.

Her expression turned into a grimace as he stayed still for a moment. Her eyes focused blindly on the ceiling until they crossed, "Fuck," she dragged out the word until he finally moved.

Her mind lost every bit of reasoning, her body ripped apart and remade to his liking with a shift of his hips. She couldn't even remember her own name or who or where she was. All she could feel was him.

Her mouth stayed open as she watched him. He brought his hands to the side of her head, latching on to bed.

He watched as her soaking wet pussy took him in, her clit now red and big, begging to be touched.

Charlie spit in the middle of them, watching as it landed perfectly where his cock and her pussy connected. His saliva was fast to merge with their wetness and faded in their moist skin.

Lost in the pressure, she held his waist and curved her back until she filled any space between them.

Biting his lips, Charlie smacked his hips hard and low. Her body moving up on the bed even when she desperately tried to hold on to him.

He held his breath as he started to pick up his pace. He tried to bring her to the edge again when he slipped out due to how damp she was.

He fussed as he grabbed his drenched cock and shoved it in her smoothly.

He clutched her ankles as her whole body shopk with every pump.

When he finally touched her clit again, her chin pushed down on her chest as she looked down at herself.

Her snag walls were tightly bount to his manhood. She was afraid he would permanently be stuck in her.

With determination, Charlie pulled away, the wet friction music to his ears. He went back in with one deep penetration.

He repeated the motions until he felt her cunt tug his cock and came unexpectedly.

His suppressed orgasm coursing through his whole body. His arms and the back of his thighs trembled form the intensity of it.

His hips kept moving until he felt like he was skinned raw.

His hoarse moans echoed in the room, his head dropping back.

As she watched him become undone, she knew than, this was only his beginning.

And her end.

ACT V

Charlie was on his knees as he listened to her quietly sob. She sat on the corner of his bed, curling in on herself.

Everytime he tried to touch her, she whined as if she was in pain.

He kneeled until eventually her sobs turned to soft sniffles. He murmured her name, approaching her slowly, before carefully laying his head in her lap. She tried to flinch back but his presence remained.

He brushed his face on her warm skin, breathing her scent, keeping it in his lungs until he was forced to exhale.

He didn't say any apologies, knowing he would mean none of them, knowing she had no need for them.

Into the quiet night, he slowly grabbed her hand and forced her hand to pet his hair. She looked back at him cautiously.

She watched as he dragged her hand on his head, petting himself. Before grabbing her other one and placing it on his cheek, their fingers interwining.

Charlie let out an affectionate sigh. Even if he manipulated her hand, it remained the same, her touch was her own.

Eventually, worn out by him, she fell asleep. Tears tracks dry on her cheeks and the fresh tears clung to her lashes.

Quietly, he maneuvered her legs until they laid on his bed. He watched her with lingering eyes.

It was still for a moment, only her stable breathing and his trailing eyes alive into the night.

Slowly, he took off his rosary from the post of his bed. He brought one of her foot and placed it on his lap. He pressed gentle kisses to each toes before he carefully wrapped the rosary on her ankle. He left one final kiss on the skin above the string of beads.

He knew this will be the only jewellery he could ever give her.

FINAL

On the first floor in the third room of the men's quarters, sat a man.

His naked back was covered with red stripes. Huffs and puffs echoed in the room, with her name occasionally slipping past his lips.

His hand was furiously beating his cock while his other hand tightened over a piece of fabric.

The sweat building up on his broad chest made his skin itch. He tried to keep his moans at bay, however one look at the red stained cloth had him cumming in seconds.

"Ah," he brought the cloth to his nose, breathing in her scent.

That day, he had carefully cut out the mark of their first consummation from his sheet. He had carefully trimmed his sheet and stitched into a small handkerchief. The red stain and their essence were still fresh.

Everytime his yearning consumed him, he would look at it, and the very few times, he let himself smell it.

Remembering her.

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