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scruus · 5 months ago

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★ [ 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐦 𝐈 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞? ]

✎ : sub kaveh x dom gn reader notes: handjob(Kaveh receiving), dacryphilia, dirty talk, begging, wholesome at the end so porn with plot, reader being a simp because this is very much a self insert.

author talks: WE ARE SO BACK YALL (gang signs 🤟). It took me so long to get back into my writing space again and am happy am back.

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Kaveh was seated in front of you, dressed in the costume of a veiled dancer of the medieval century. And coincidentally so, the costume was similar to a fanart you had seen a few weeks before of the character Link from the game, Legend of Zelda. Who is currently your new obsession.

He didn’t need much help with the costume because his features and hair were an almost exact copy of that blonde twink but what shocked you was the bare torso with only chains of jewellery hanging and they added a shimmering sheen. It was like his body was a painted canvas and the gold chains coupled with small studded gems were the sheen to the final art form.

That darning pretty face was covered with a thin red veil and his arms had puffed sleeves which were lonely with no other garment around. The flowing skirt beneath his abdomen were like broad drapes spaced evenly, letting you have a peek at his milky white thighs and red thong.

Thong?!, your eyes widened with complete shock. How did I not notice that!

Upon looking at his shy face for answers, you realized it would be futile with the way he was avoiding your gaze, his eyes almost burning a hole into the carpet. However, mischief was a trait that was quite comfortable under your skin and all the more torturing for your lover.

“Kaveh….”, his body jerked at your voice, ears changing color from nude to red while he sat shyly. “Where did you get that thong?”, his jaw clenched while his hands formed into fists holding tightly at his skirt, feeling the warm shame rise in his body as he now switched his seating position to hide the underwear from you.

He grumbled quiet messes of words but you failed to hear it. The idea that whatever force had made him dress up like this was so enticing to you. You obviously knew he liked to cosplay a few characters here and there and you loved seeing him dress up. But never had you ever witnessed him in such a scandalous costume, that too of video game character he is supposed to ‘hate’.

“Kaveh…I asked you some-"

“UGH! I BOUGHT IT FROM A LINGERIE SITE!”, he shouted, rushing to bury his heating face in his hands, praying that the ground just opens up and swallows him whole and let him at mercy.

The urge to laugh was almost hurting your chest but you had to resist the temptation. In defense, you bit your bottom lip but Kaveh knew better. He sighed dejectedly, “you can laugh…”, as he looked at you.

You shook your head in response, “no no am not laughing I am just curious”. Although partly lying, it was true. The question of why he had done this was eating at you since whenever you suggested him an even mildly spicy outfit, he would straight up shut you out. Hot-headed much. So what caused this change?

“About what?”, he groaned with a frustrated pout on his face, hoping this entire ordeal just ends and he stops sitting like some guilty criminal.

“….. why Link?”, Link was one of your favourite characters but very much despised by your boyfriend. He used to complain about him at every chance he could get and you would just laugh at his pettiness. Playing the game? he would grumble about his character design. See his merch somewhere? Talk shit about the price and quality. And all the times you brought him up during lunch or dinner when the fangirling hit too hard, you could see his eyes almost roll into the back of his head.

In conclusion, he HATED that twink.

Kaveh decided to remain silent and aloof. Pupils darting around the room while his fingers fiddled with each other. It was a question he feared you would ask. He could lie or make up something random but would catch on quick. And the fact that you would probably accept his lie and not push him for the real answer hurt him more because your affection for him reaches heights.

“Honey I-“

“You liked him”, he replied softly.

“Huh?”

“….you liked him alot and I hated it”

You wish you could jump on him and grab that puffed, angry face of his which had the most adorable pout ever and kiss him hard. The kind of kiss that makes him forget his name and a little weak in the knees. The one that make him begging for more like a shameless whore.

A glow sparked on your face as you smiled at him. Directing your fingers at him, you patted your lap in an attempt to make him sit on your lap. Kaveh obliged, which was rather shocking because he usually turned a blind eye to your doting acts. It would either be you running after him to make him comply or his neediness for you overpowering his attitude.

Looks like today was the latter.

He straddled your lap, eyes still avoiding your own yet both bodies radiating the heat of need. “Were you jealous?”, your tone was delicate and sincere which led Kaveh to lose his guard. He slowly nodded his head before looking down at you. The sapphire red eyes of his being all so lovely and that gorgeous face of his beaming a dark red.

“Do you think I link Link more than you?”, you asked while your fingers trailed up and down his spine, sparking little goosebumps on his skin. Kaveh already knew the answer but his own insecurities resulted in the surety of his doubt. He refused to answer.

“Well then, would you be happy if I show my love for you?”, the question was straight and simple, even wholesome, one would say. However, Kaveh’s eyes narrowed with suspicion as if noticing something more sinister was hidden between your words .

“How about I bend you over and fuck you in this costume”, your one hand treaded through his messy hair as the whispers made his tummy churn while the other groped his butt.

“Or better….I’ll raw dog you in front of our mirror-“, so sultry and hot, that was how you sounded right now, “and you can see how we both look like when you take my strap deep inside”. Kaveh pursed his lips in, swallowing whatever saliva was remnant on his mouth because the heat was starting to rush down to his dick and it was suddenly difficult to breathe normally.

The visual imagery of what you would look like, the expressions your face would contort to and the suggestion of what a ruined mess he would look under you got him all dizzy and aching.

Your hand suddenly slipped inside his skirt, grabbing his growing boner which was covered with the red thong. His body jerked upwards, stunned by the touch. “What are you-a-ah?”, a moan escaped from his lips and he was appalled at his own reaction. What the fuck are you doing?

“What? Didn’t you dress up all nice and cute for me?”, you leaned in forward with a grin on your face, lips just a few shaky breaths apart from his. Wrapping your hand around his stiff dick, you slowly rubbed it making sure your eyes never lost the sight of his own. His pale body was now adapting a reddish color, like his entire body had decided to reject his morales and act according to your will.

“I-I don’t kn-“, a strangled moan was heard when you squeezed your palm around his dick.

“Didn't you wear this slutty thong for easy access?”, Kaveh’s inner voice was screeching at him with how you sounded right now, “so that I can pull it to the side and slide myself in for a quickie?”. The implication of your words were making it so difficult for any rationale thoughts inside his head and that too with your soft palm working around his shaft, he suddenly felt all weak.

“Ah look at you, getting all excited just from a few words”, you merely chuckled and his dick twitched in your hand. Kaveh started unconsciously bucking in your palms. “F-fuck fuck…”, he bit down on his lip stifling those whorish noises to which he received a harsh smack on his ass. Eyes widening in surprise as a gasp slipped from his throat.

It stings, he thinks. It stings so why is it that his cock is rock hard? Why is the painful stimulation driving all his blood down to his already burning core? And instead of despising it, why does he want more? He blinked rapidly trying to keep the newly bloomed tears at bay. He is whining like a pathetic slut, he can’t start crying too!

“I want to hear your voice Kaveh”, a stern command from you got to his head and he whimpered and squirmed under your gaze. “Do. Not. Be. A. Brat”, eyes scanning his burning face which so evidently revealed the desperation surging inside him. His hips grinding into your hand, chasing after the addictive feeling while heat started pooling between your legs.

“s’ good…feels good”, his moans sputtered easily as his mind slipped into a subspace. Kaveh stared at your face with adoration and he croaked his begs for a kiss. Oh they look so soft, he thinks wanting to press his lips against your own so bad all the while he ruts into your hand like was so beautifully pitiful.

You pulled him in by the back of his head and his arms wrapped around your neck. He nibbled at your lips hastily just so your tongues could intertwine, resembling an earnest puppy. He was losing himself. Needy whines of your lover, that were poorly muffled by your lips, were filling up the room and god was it intoxicating.

You fastened the pace of your hand on his weeping cock and he sobbed curses. It was adorable the way he trembled in your grasp all the while his throbbing dick sent flutters of zaps down his body. Shit he was close.

“uhn~c-close close mmh”, he was blabbering like a kid, like he didn’t know what ‘sentences’ are and that almost made you kiss him into a puddle again. But no. You wanted to hear him. Hear his words out aloud, no matter how shameless and humiliating they are. You wanted to hear him beg.

“Slow dow-ough s-slow please!”, his nerves were burning. That brain of his had already turned to mush and he had thrown away whatever dignity he had left the moment you decided to jerk him off. Mouth wide open, panting, as tears started to trickle down and he clenched your shirt for dear life. He feared the orgasm would make him pass out.

“Should I stop?”, you teased and that just made him whine. He wanted to cum so bad and if you paused even for a mere second, he would start wailing. Looks like he has really being reduced to a crying slut.

“No! No ungh~!”, he cried out, both your sweaty foreheads rested against another as his gaze fixated on the way his dripping cock was moving in and out of your pretty hands. It was so obscene but fuck did it feel good. The way your hands moved at a brutal rhythm and his head sported a swollen reddish-pink color, it was legit a scene from a porno.

“Cum for me then”, you huffed, feeling the heat spread under your skin, fire dancing on your nerves. And as if waiting for your command, Kaveh dug his nails in your shoulders before sputtering all over your top. The white liquid sticking to your trousers as you continued to massage his high off making his dick throb cutely. Kaveh felt his toes curl and there was a loss of voice in his throat for a few seconds. His hips spasming during the release while his entire body arched into you.

Shaking gasps and trembling moans left his mouth as the aftershocks still waved through his body. He swear he could almost see his vision turn dark before collapsing on you, body immediately going limp. His nose took in the scent of your perfume to which his strained muscles responded by relaxing. Time had seemed to halt and the only sounds that could be heard was Kaveh’s slumbering sighs and the soft caress of your fingers on his back.

“I love you, you do know that right?”, you finally spoke up, trying to soothe any dilemma in his mind even the act you two commited just now but what you received from him was a soft boyish laugh. The same one that made you fall head over heels when you first met him in the bar.

“I know….I just….I was jealous”, he traced shapes on your chest, avoiding your gaze once again because he knew he was blushing and the last thing he wanted to see right now was your smirk. Well he was wrong about it. You had never looked so lovesick with that grin on your face, like an absolute fool whose entirety revolves around their blonde, hot headed, bashful lover.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him in close and cuddling and it made his eyes feel heavy. Just before they shut down, he mumbled in a hushed tone, “I love you too”.

And there you sat, still and looking like a bright red tomato as your heart threatened to jump out of your chest.

Shit, you thought, I am so cooked.

#.rizzler #.kaveh #sub kaveh #sub genshin impact #dom reader #this is a love letter to my baby #♥️♥️♥️♥️#genshin impact smut #kaveh smut #kaveh x reader #smut #sub character #dom gn reader #kaveh

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erose-this-name · 7 months ago

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Kabru is such a brilliantly written character, one of the best in Dungeon Meshi (which is a high bar as it is, most of the main cast are similarly genius).

His thing is that he is very friendly and nice confident and maxed out his charisma stat, but is also kinda ambitious and manipulative. But not in an overtly malicious way. Which kinda scares me.

The most impressive thing about him, writing wise, is that it’s all show-don’t-tell. He very frequently uses his charm and empathy and understanding of how people think in really clever ways.

We’re often walked through his thought process of how he does these social deductions. We’re never told he’s scarily charismatic, besides other characters reacting to him being scarily charismatic.

Kabru is a natural-born leader and social engineer with superlative skills in both, which makes him the perfect foil for Laios, who’s too autistic and unambitious that he’s not even the de facto leader of his own party that he’s the official leader of. He’s so bad at leadership that his party just, sort of, doesn’t have a leader. They just kinda argue and do stuff.

What’s also neat, and perfectly inline with Meshi’s general theme of clever and logical subversions of fantasy tropes, is that Kabru’s character design in no way clues us in on this fundamental character trait of his.

He’s sort of a human fighter / knight archetype, which in the language of fantasy RPGs is a class most would associate with being a white bread jock, chivalrousness optional.

(Laios subverts the same trope in the same way. It’s really funny that the walking exposition dump of the group looks like the character creator default preset spec’d as the most generic class available.)

If Kabru was a bard or noble and Laios a wizard, their character traits would be far less interesting

Even better is that we would expect someone who looks like Laios to have Kabru’s personality, and vice versa. Their character designs are flipped; the confident super charismatic leader is a short wide-eyed twink, while the slightly naive and very autistic monster enthusiast is a tall conventionally attractive Aryan lookin’ mf.

(see what I mean by Kabru being such a good foil for Laios?? No wonder everyone ships them, they’re perfect for each other!)

Yet, their designs also work for them. Kabru just has a face that’s easy to talk to, his piercing blue eyes and curly hair gives him a false sense of naïveté, while his iconic 👁️👁️ expression hints that there’s actually quite a bit going on inside his head. Meanwhile, Laios believably looks like someone who doesn’t know what hair conditioner is. His armor’s collar gorget thing is also pretty dorky.

You can’t trust people like that (I mean overly charismatic people with a manipulative streak, not blue-eyed twinks) because you can’t know what their real motives are. You can’t know they aren’t pretending, you can’t know they aren’t trying to or haven’t already manipulated you. How could you? When he has so much more social intelligence than you do, average socially awkward Tumblr user? He’s touched all the grass!

In episode 16 (spoilers, btw) Kabru finally meets Laios’s party, who he’s been trying to find and fight for the better part of the season, and he just decides that no confrontation is necessary. Like, immediately upon meeting the guy. Just from how Laios looked at him. He figures that since Laios didn’t seem to recognize him, they either have never met meaning he has the wrong guy, or Laios forgot meaning he didn’t think it’d be a big deal, meaning the treasure was a trap or something. Which is pretty in line with Kabru’s established ability to always roll nat 20s for every charisma and deductive reasoning check, so cool.

But he doesn’t even seem curious about which of those cases is true. (He might be interested to find out some of the treasure wasn’t dangerous, but accidentally got thrown off a bridge). Much to Rin’s dismay, he’d rather just not bring it up because that could upset the leader of the party he might be working with for the foreseeable future.

Actions speak louder than words. So, all we really learn in this scene is that Kabru’s goals and M.O. can change on a dime, and that he values reputation and political capital more than money and vengeance. More than his own party’s desire for those things. Not only is he someone with a silver tongue, but he knows its value and is determined to use it at every opportunity.

Kabru and his party might not be very good at fighting or surviving in the dungeon, in fact their frequent TPKs are a running gag. But, he also doesn’t need to be when he can just manipulate Laios’ and Shuro’s much more proficient parties into helping him.

So far, Kabru seems like the most likely one to become king of the dungeon or whatever the mcguffin is. He is the only protagonist so far who has said that’s an actual goal of his. He’s said that he doesn’t think someone like Laios who isn’t a born leader should get it.

In fact, Kabru seems to have very strong opinions on what kinds of people should be allowed to adventure in the dungeon, evidenced by the fact that he murdered an entire party over it, justified or not. Kabru seems to think that Kabru is such a leader, and he’s probably right about that, but what kind of leader?

What would Kabru do with that kind of power if he gets it? Because I’m not sure. All I know is that he is the kind of person with the ability to use real political power to its full potential. For good, or for very, very bad.

I’m not saying that Kabru is evil or that he’s secretly gonna be the surprise villain. I dunno, I haven’t read the manga. He could just be a nice guy that’s just, like, is like that. Everything he’s done could be justified by the explanations he’s given. He actually reminds me a lot of one of my IRL friends, and I’d trust him with my life.

But, I can’t help but feel a distinct sense of unease whenever he’s on-screen. I try not to trust confident natural-born leaders like him right out of the gate. I don’t like that our instinct as humans is to blindly follow them without thinking about it.

Tyrants and psychopaths also use confidence and charm and a friendly demeanor to make people think they’re a good guy, while manipulating everyone into thinking their self-serving actions are altruistic. Benevolent, confident, skilled leaders do exist. But there exists many more snakes wearing their skin. Wolves rarely bother with sheep’s clothing, they dress as shepherds and sheepdogs.

Anyway, my point is that I think it’s kinda neat that it’s possible to overthink this much about a character whose probably just a nice guy that is the mirror opposite of an autistic person. Writing that kind of ambiguity is hard, and employing it in this way is inspired.

#writing #spilled thoughts #dungeon meshi #kabru of utaya #laios x kabru

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yanderefarm · 16 days ago

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Honestly Silvan is so cute, i cant help but think about a master who treats him like their own little dress up doll, the maids might be the ones to bath him, but his master is the one that puts him in the prettiest frills and silks, who does his makeup flawlessly, and styles his hair just so, you mentioned him hurting himself either to get you to drink from him or to punish himself so i can imagine this types of master would do things like expressing disappointment whenever he harms himself before punishing him with isolation, of course putting him in a straight jacket along with his padded cell so he doesnt damage himself any further, maybe if he's particularly bad you'll strap him down to a chair, table, or even locking him in a coffin like putting a doll in their case so he has no choice but to be there completely still, alone in the dark until he understands what he did wrong

doll silvan

cw;; objectification, abuse, hypnosis, angst, questionable comfort, self harm, blood, cruel reader

haha this is so fucked up i love it so much it tickles the part of my brain that says to ruin that twink. the urge to treat silvan like a stress ball.

like i know he'd be so fun to absolutely ruin his sense of self and break him down until he doesn't even realize he's human anymore. and all because you love him! he'd be so grateful.

silvan looks good in anything. he could wear the ugliest colors and still somehow it would compliment his eyes you're sure. not that you would ever allow him to wear something ugly. even when he first arrived in his glorified potato sack you immediately set upon getting him something better. but no matter how many clothes you bought for him it was never enough, he needed more. at this point your tailor had taken up residence in your manor.

every day before breakfast you would go to silvan's room and help his maids wake him up, today was no exception. your tired pet would blink at you with a sleepy smile and a cute blush on his face before you would usher him off to the bath. while he bathed the maids would clean up his room and you would begin the process of picking out his outfit. it was a long and laborious process, plagued with indecision because nothing was perfect!

as soon as your lovely doll was out of the bath you'd set upon him. you stood him in front of the full length mirror, his body shifting as he tried not to get aroused. as much as you love him the fact that he's not one of your other lifeless dolls can get annoying sometimes. you end up compelling him to get him to behave properly, there's always a sick pleasure in watching his eyes go empty and his body become soft and pliant in your arms. you keep him aware of what's being done to him but he can't control his own body, his mind distant and foggy like watching from underwater. you start with wrapping his ribbon for the day around his neck, the ribbon you pick always sets the mood for the rest of his outfit. today you picked a soft pink ribbon which immediately inspired you to grab some matching pink and white babydoll lingerie. your pet always spends the whole day embarrassed and aroused when you make him wear nothing but lingerie, it makes him taste better.

you tie the ribbon around his waist tight like a corset, his breath hitching softly. you run your fingers along his cheek as you admire your perfect doll in the mirror.

"so pretty... dolls don't need to breathe do they?" you're so tempted to tighten up the ribbon too but you can't risk leaving any marks on his skin.

you released your compulsion on him allowing him to return to his normal self. immediately his heartbeat picked up and his face turned the same pink as his ribbon. you offered your pet your hand which he graciously took, his cheeks a burning red as you led him out of the room.

today was special, you were having a few guests for dinner and they were specifically interested in your notorious doll collection. that's why you had been fasting for a week now, any teeth marks on his beautiful skin would be disgusting and unsightly. it was hard to have him sitting there in your office especially with his heart racing every time a servant would come in. a lesser vampire would have cracked but your preference for aesthetics beat out your hunger. he was supposed to be perfect for the evening event.

you should have been keeping a closer eye on him honestly but between work and your admittedly stupid trust in your toy you thought it would be fine. he had somehow found himself a piece of broken glass to make a cut on his arm. that's aggravating. in trying to bring you his gift because you had to be starving he had gotten his blood on his outfit. that's infuriating. and his eyes looking at you pathetically like he knew what was coming. it took everything in your power not to hurt your little doll in anger, choosing instead to squeeze the door knob so tightly the metal bent and the door was pulled from its hinges.

you threw the broken door to the side and grabbed his uninjured arm, still careful not to bruise him. he was sobbing, begging, pleading for you to stop as you dragged him towards his isolation room. his fists weakly beat on your arm as he tried in vain to apologize, soon his wailing was going to start. god he made you mad. you were almost to the tower when you grabbed silvan's face, covering his mouth as you pressed him into the wall.

"you are a beautiful perfect doll. dolls don't scream. dolls don't cry. dolls don't stain their clothes." every word was like venom from your lips.

his tears were pouring fresh from his bloodshot eyes.

"i had plans for you tonight. you were going to do a lovely show. your pretty blood was already going to run." you let go of his mouth and eased away from him.

"but no you just can't help yourself. you enjoy ruining your body. do you hate me?"

"n-no!"

you grabbed his face again this time forcing him to look in your eyes. "do you hate being my beautiful doll? do I not treat you well?"

"master-! im-im so so so sorry im-im so bad i know im not im not good enough im-"

you leaned down and gave him a gentle kiss. "shh... I'm sorry for getting so angry with you, doll. it's ok."

"ca-can i still-still be your pretty-pretty doll? please. please i can i-"

"i could never find a doll as beautiful as you. but you can't go around misbehaving like that. you're going in your case for dinner and then you'll spend the night in your room."

he started to sob again his words failing as he tried to beg you not to do this to him. you gave a heavy sigh as you forced him back down into your compulsion. his tears stopped as his body fell limp in your arms, just like a doll.

you carried him gently to your dollhouse room where you kept everything you used to make your pretty lifeless dolls. you set him gently on the table and he blinked at you like he wanted to start crying again. you shushed him. instead you focused on finding him a new outfit, something white to match the straight jacket he'd have to wear. you found a cute pair of wedding lingerie and a pearl necklace to replace his ribbon. you hummed to yourself as you undressed him. your tone became sour when you got to his still bleeding wound, you licked the excess blood before you got to work cleaning his wound properly.

"this is really ugly work. do you know that I really hate doing this to you?"

blink. you gently wrapped his arm up tightly.

"mhm i hate it. you keep making me do this though. do you realize how much pain you cause me?"

blink blink. you gave his freshly bandaged wound a kiss before you made him sit up straight.

"arms out. i don't like making you miserable, you're my most precious doll."

you gently slipped him into the straight jacket and pulled it tight until he couldn't move his arms at all.

"you're too beautiful to be forced in your box, you know? but if a toy breaks you have to throw it away."

blink blink blink. a single tear fell down his blank face. you sighed again as you pulled his lacey white panties up his thighs.

"we don't want you to break. just accept your punishment like a good boy."

blink. you helped him down off the table before leading him to another full length mirror. you gently placed the "bloody" pearl necklace around his neck.

"if i let you go will you quietly go in your case?"

blink. satisfied with that answer you left him standing there to pull out his case. a coffin with a glass window in the top that allowed you to see whatever was inside. you unlocked the heavy coffin and pulled it open. the interior was a deep maroon and it was extremely well cushioned with an extra pillow for the head.

you released your compulsion on silvan who immediately began to cry again. you clicked your tongue at him.

"there's no reason to cry, doll. come get in your case."

"ple-pleash- hic don-dont throw-throw me aw-away- hic" he was sobbing so hard he couldn't breathe.

you pulled him into a hug. "you're not broken, are you?"

"im im ba-bad hic an-and im ug-ugly and hic- i can-cant be-be go-good-"

you rubbed your hand on his back. "you're not a bad doll, you're so good at being my doll. you get confused sometimes and think you're still human and that's when you're bad. but i forgive you. even if it takes me 500 years I'll train you into the perfect doll."

his head nuzzles against your chest as he sobbed and whimpered and hiccuped. his words were too broken to understand anymore. you held him for a long time, letting him get all his tears out onto your shirt. when he finally calmed down enough to breathe properly you guided him to the mouth of his case.

"please- please come get me tomorrow ma-master..."

"I'll get you first thing in the morning. we can even go out tomorrow if you don't misbehave anymore tonight."

he nodded as he sunk into the comfortable coffin space. his heartbeat immediately picked up as soon as the lid closed over him, a sense of claustrophobia washing over him. you could hear him trying not to panic even as you locked the coffin tight.

"be good."

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twinksrepository · 1 month ago

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A nightmare turned into a dream

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Diavolo X F!Reader

CW: Nightmares, panic attacks, Sleeping together, Smut, Fingering, multiple orgasms, breeding kink,

Word count: Roughly 5.4K

A/N: You have a nightmare while trapped in the town between the Devildom and Human world after learning that without a marriage candidate the group of you probably aren't heading home. In your panicked state you go to Diavolo, who ends up reminding you everything from your nightmare will never happen. In more ways than one.

Also known as Twink had some more dirty thoughts because of the Eternal Bliss event. I will admit I started this one around the same time as the Lucifer one but the new job away from home has been seriously cutting into writing time. This might not flow as well because of that since it was almost two weeks from when I first started it.

Images belong to Solmare.

You don’t like this. Not one bit as a hand you don’t recognize helps you off the chariot, a chariot that you distinctly remember still being built earlier today. Guiding forward towards a black mist has no form, your arms wrapped in the ceremonial wedding attire.

No.

This isn’t right.

Looking around you can see the brothers watching with bland faces, like they couldn’t care less. Your eyes keep moving along the line of bodies. All of your friends have a similar look, and it makes your heart thunder painfully in your chest as tears line your lashes.

As your gaze lands on Diavolo you feel your stomach drop.

He’s watching as if this is just a business transaction, to complete the ceremony so they can get back to the Devildom. Like he doesn’t care. His voice echoed like a death toll. “This is for the best, we need to get home. You’ve never belonged in the Devildom.”

No! Trying to scream as you reach out for him, but your lips refuse to move as if sealed by some barrier. Freezing as the wide sleeve of the white outfit slides away from your arm.

Your forearm is bare.

The dual bands of rings in a distinct geometric pattern that matches the ones on Diavolo’s arms is gone. Pushing your other sleeve away to find that arm just as bare.

No no no no.

Your hands are in your hair as the bile starts to rise up your throat. This can’t be happening, it can’t.

The world fading away to just darkness around you and Diavolo, his back towards you ignoring the panicked expression on your face as his voice drifts back. “You aren’t worthy to stand by my side.” It doesn’t matter how fast your legs start to pound as you try to reach out to take his hand, the distance growing wider and wider the faster you run.

Trying to scream his name while terror floods you.

Gasping as you wake up, sweat covering your skin that’s plastered your sleepwear to your body. The sheets of the futon are soaked with fluid, your chest heaving to the point of pain with a racing heart and burning lungs. Almost ripping the fabric away to try and see your forearms, your body slumping in slight relief at the familiar pattern there that at least tells you Diavolo hasn’t tossed you aside like in the dream.

Dream might not be the right word anyway.

Trying to disentangle yourself from the soaked sheets and heading for the sliding door, you can’t just fall back asleep from the nightmare. You’re sticky and clammy, the blood rushing through your veins like ice as your throat burns, it’s too much all at once but you need Diavolo, even with the bands back on your skin that fear is still gripping your heart in a vice. “Dia” Your voice sounds more like a croak than anything, wincing at how terrible you sound. Tapping your knuckles on the thin panel of his temporary room while you rub your hand along your arm as you try to soothe yourself.

Hearing movement beyond the closed door, taking a half step back just as a crack in the wall appears with a messy auburn head of hair sticking out. His eyes unfocused as he glances around, if you weren’t so panicked the slight trail of drool on his chin would have been adorable.

Watching as that fog brought on by his slumber leaves in an instant, his senses snapping to alertness as he takes in your form. “My Love, what’s wrong?” Two arms curl around you, tugging you into his embrace as he nuzzles into the side of your face while his hands slide along your sides trying to comfort you.

Burying your face into the wide expanse of his chest, void of the usual thin material of his preferred sleepwear as you try to get the words out. “I thought you threw me away.” Your voice is strained as you can’t find a way in your panicked state to explain it better not now that you’re here in the security of his gentle hold.

“Come inside, we’ll talk there.” Moving his head to bring his lips to your temple while guiding you inside to the couch. Guide might not be the correct term as it’s more like he lifts you from the floor and carries you into the room. Even once he’s seated he doesn’t remove his arms from your body as he helps you sit, essentially curled in his lap trailing his hands along your sides. “Now talk to me, why would you think I’d throw you away? I adore you.”

In his presence you start to calm down, telling him about the dream while he listens with rapt attention and gentle caresses. Never once interrupting you as you speak, his hands soft and his eyes focused on your face. By the time you’re done, your heart has slowed back down and now you just feel the chill of the air on your skin. “I’m sorry Dia, it was just a stupid nightmare. I shouldn’t have come to your room in a panic.” Now you feel terrible about waking him, everyone has enough to deal with trying to find a way to get back to the Devildom now that it looks like you can’t use the festival to get back. Rubbing the heel of your hand under your nose and across your face. Diavolo has more than enough on his plate worrying about the Devildom and what might be happening in his absence. He doesn’t need you piling on more because of stupid nightmares.

“Don’t be silly.” Ghosting one of his hands along your arm down to your wrist. “You were upset, I’m glad you came to find me.” There’s still a bit of a husk to his voice from being woken up in the middle of the night. The wide pad of his finger starts to trace the space between the golden triangles that wrap around your forearm. “I take it you’re feeling better now?”

You nod, leaning your head against his shoulder. “Sort of. If anything now I feel terrible for waking you up.” Watching as he lifts your wrist to his lips and brushes them along the marks there. A tender caress of his slightly dry skin along the steady beat of your pulse.

“Do you remember what I told you when I gave you these?” His voice is gentle, soothing almost as his lips move against your skin. It’s clear he doesn’t want to move away any farther than he needs to speak.

The question makes your heart give a few thunderous beats while you smile at him. As if you could forget.

“Of course I do. You said because you can’t have a pact with me, you’d give me a mark if I wanted it. A sign that I’m under your protection no matter how far apart we might be.” Feeling instead of seeing his smile against your arm. “A symbol of how much you care for me and how we share a connection that no being in all three worlds could sever.” Saying all of that makes you flush, a remembrance of the night and everything before and after.

The way his body had moved against yours as he whispered words of adoration in your ear, the slight burning you’d felt similar to your pacts at the bands etched themselves into your skin. Suffice to say you’d been sore the next day and the lecture both of you got from Barbatos and Lucifer had been worth it. Letting out a small laugh as you feel embarrassed that a nightmare made you forget that.

“That’s right.” Intertwining your fingers, before reaching up to brush some of your sweat soaked locks away from your face. “A sign of my endearing love for you, and a reminder of my promise that someday I’ll have changed the Devildom enough that you can marry any demon you want.” Letting out one of those nervous Diavolo chuckles. “Well, and to make sure no demon that didn’t know who you are tried to eat you.”

You roll your eyes at the last comment, even before you had his mark around your arms you doubt the denizens of the Devildom didn’t know who you were. You spent almost ninety percent of your time with one of the brothers. “You might have ruined the moment for a second Dia.” The reminder about his statement back in the human world feels like it was so long ago that you had legitimately forgotten about that promise.

“Regardless.” Sweeping his thumb along the inside of your wrist. “I have no intention of ever removing these, you’re mine to protect and care for, no matter what kind of nightmare plagues you.” Pressing his lips to your temple. “I’ll stop any demon, angel, or human from taking you from my side so long as you wish to remain there.” If there’s one thing you find annoying about the Demon Prince it’s how often he allows you an out, that if you change your mind he’ll never hold it against you.

“I’ll try to never forget that Diavolo.” Lifting your hand to cup his cheek while giving him a soft smile leaning closer to connect your lips. A careful chaste slide of skin against skin, the smallest of moans rends the air between the two of you and you have no idea who made it.

“Stay with me for the rest of the night?” A quiet plea from the demon and you grin while your heart flutters in your chest.

“I was going to ask if I could stay.” Another kiss as you trail your hand along his jaw, grinning against his lips as both of his arms move to hoist you up as he stands. Keeping you held aloft, not wanting to break the chaste kiss while he moved the few steps across the room. Eventually, though he has to lower your legs to the ground so you can stand on your own two feet, you have some doubts about his ability to get both of you onto the futon.

Except as you step away from his body you realize something. “Dia?”

“My Love?” Tilting his head cutely at the hesitation in your voice.

“My clothes are still wet from my nightmare.” You don’t want to spread any more of the dampness around. Reaching out to feel his own sleepwear that doesn’t seem to be any worse for wear. Mind you, he is just wearing a thin pair of pants.

“Ah” A few strides and he’s moving through a smaller pile of clothes, turning towards you with what must have been a shirt to match his pants. “This should work.” He’s not wrong, with his build compared to yours it’s more than enough to cover your body. Peeling the tacky fabric from your skin along with your undergarments to slide the dry cloth over your shoulder. A twinge of pink on his cheeks as he keeps his eyes averted to a corner of the room.

“Dia, you’ve seen me naked lots of times.” It’s endearing the way he cares about your modesty so much.

“That doesn’t give me an excuse to stare at you.” His flush deepens as he closes his eyes like he can’t bring himself to look at you right now.

“I swear you’re the purest demon, which should be an oxymoron.” Shaking your head at him even if it is sweet. “I’m done.” His cheeks are still colored by that shade of pink that you find adorable as he opens his eyes with a nod. Moving to lay down on the futon first before holding his arms out for you to slide into his embrace.

A few minor adjustments and you laying down half on him and half curled into his side, your head on his chest just above his heart. Listening to the steady beat of the muscle and closing your eyes.

Only to find sleep alluding you.

Another minor adjustment, with your hand resting on the hard plains of his stomach feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he breaths.

You still can’t sleep.

Licking your lips as you try to focus on the sound of Diavolo’s heart under your ear, of the steady rise and fall of his chest. Of his inhales and exhales.

It seems you aren’t the only one having trouble falling asleep.

“Dia?” Whispering his name as softly as you can.

“Yes?” An equally soft answer, the sound of his head turning on the fabric almost drowning it out.

“I can’t sleep.” Biting your lip as you admit it, wondering if all your slight movements are keeping him awake as well.

“Perhaps you're worried you might have another nightmare.” Placing a palm over the hand you have resting on his chest. “Perhaps you need something to take your mind off it?”

He’s probably right. Licking your lips as you roll more of your body towards him to lift your head and watch his face. You have an idea. “Make love to me.”

His entire body jolts before he raises his upper torso so he can meet your gaze. “We don’t have any lube.”

“I know.” You watch the emotions as they roll across his face, it’s clear he wants to, but the lack of fluid means you’re going to be sore later. As much as you might produce your own, Diavolo is well, hung. To the point that taking him even with plenty of lubrication is still a daunting task. “Please, Dia.” Pleading with him as you roll your hips to grind against his leg.

A long exhale with his eyes closed before he answers. “You’re hard to deny.” Sliding his hand to your back to keep you steady as he rolls onto his side, tugging you upwards so your faces are closer. “Promise me, you’ll tell me if it starts to hurt?”

Nodding you lean closer, there’s nothing chaste about his kiss as you slide your tongue along his bottom lip before gently nipping at the plush skin. Hearing him groan low in his throat as he guides his hand down between your bodies to slip under the hem of his shirt and reach for the apex of your thighs.

Diavolo slides his tongue past your parted lips as one of his fingers traces the outside of your folds. Moaning into his mouth as he flicks the wet muscle against yours, circling the pad of his finger closer to your entrance. It’s his turn to let out a groan of satisfaction as his digit slips into your pussy, turning the lone finger to smear your growing arousal along your walls. Making a come hither motion with the very tip, dragging along the upper muscles and against a bundle of nerves he’s found before that he knows makes you squirm.

And squirm you do, bucking your hips to try and force that lone finger further along your damp channel while your neck arches back with a whiny mewl. “You’re so responsive.” Groaning the words against the underside of your chin as he starts to pepper the column of your throat with kisses, mouthing at the skin and occasionally nipping the tender area. “I could spend the rest of my life happy just from this. Feeling how well you respond to just the smallest part of me inside you.” Arching your neck back more to allow him more access. “But I want more. I want all of you.” Dragging his teeth over the tendon near your pulse as he starts to pump his fingers deeper into your walls.

Gasping as one of your hands works it’s way into his auburn hair, dragging your nails against the crown of his head while the other slides down his chest to the waistband of his pants. Curling your fingers to lift the fabric so you can shimmy your hand down to his length, palming his leaking tip and smearing the fluid between your fingers and his skin. “Please, Dia. Please.” You aren’t even sure what you’re begging for as you twist your wrist, working just the head of his cock in your hand.

Another trail of kisses along the tendon to soothe the lines marring your skin from his affections as he adds a second finger. Pumping them as he spreads them to get your taunt inner walls to loosen. “I know Love, I know. You need this first.” Sliding his tongue along the hollow of your throat before starting to move his mouth along the curve of your collarbone. “Then I'll give you what you want, my responsive Sweetheart.” Panting against your skin as he adds a third finger.

Making a noise low in your throat as your hips arch forward, the sensation along your walls edging between pain and pleasure as Diavolo stretches you. Your hand in his hair tugging the strands backward while you moan his name, the hand on his cock squeezing him just enough that you get to enjoy hearing his groan. His hips rocking to have your palm slide along more of his length. “Dia” panting as you felt your insides starting to feel gummy. “I'm-”

“I know Sweetheart, I can feel it.” Mouthing at the center of your neck once more, his wide thumb brushing your slit to gather some of the fluid dripping from your core. Using it to circle your clit as his fingers curl and stretch your insides, pushing you over the edge.

Starting to whine as your orgasm rocks through you, Diavolo keeps plunging his fingers while your core gushes with fluid dragging the pleasure rocking through your body. Any noise you might have made were swallowed as he slipped his lips over yours, groaning himself at the feel of your walls massaging and clenching around his fingers. Using the haze of pleasure flooding your brain to guide you onto your back and under his larger form. Jolting with a soft mewl when he pulls his digits from your tacky slit, sitting backward and wrapping his fingers around your wrist to remove your palm from the inside of his pants.

Pressing a brief kiss to your knuckles while watching your heaving chest rise and fall in his shirt, something that tickled the possessive side of his brain. Whenever he saw you wrapped in his clothes, curled amongst the sheets of his bed, or sitting across the table from him at breakfast it made his heart pound harder in his chest. Of all the demons in the devildom, you had picked him, not because of his title, not because of the power he held, but simply because you loved him for him. Damn if it didn't make him want to lock up somewhere in the Demon Lord's castle and never let you leave. Yet he knew he could never deny you your freedom or the brothers their time with you.

A soft smile on his face as he reached down to cup your warm cheek, feeling the heat from your post orgasm haze radiate into his palm as you nuzzled into his skin. “Does my little lady need another orgasm first?” Whispering the words lowly well aware of the way his cock throbbed in the confines of his pants, wanting nothing more than to sink into you but aware you were probably far from ready with the lack of lube to ease his entrance.

Shaking your head in the negative as your hand not held in his reaches up to rub at your face and wiping your once more damp hair from your forehead. “No Dia, I just wanna feel you.” Licking your lips before opening your eyes to watch him, just in time to watch him slip the waistband of his pants down and freeing his cock. A small whimper escapes you at the bead of pre cum at the tip of his length, your hips arching upwards as if you could try and entice him to move faster.

“Sweetheart.” You can see the dusting of pink across his cheeks as he watches you, his adams apple moving slowly as he swallows. “I’d like to remind you this is probably going to hurt you without the lube to help you take me.” Tilting his downward a little as if it pains him to voice his concern. “I don’t particularly enjoy causing you any kind of harm.” The movement of his wrist almost as if he's planning to just jerk himself off with your slick serving as the fluid to ease his large palm along his shaft has your attention on him and you find your mind clearing from the last remnants of fog after your orgasm.

“I know you don't Baby.” Pushing yourself upwards onto your elbows, sliding your legs along the sides of his clothed covered ones. “I told you I’d tell you if it becomes too much.” It's an awkward angle and you can't reach his lips like you want, instead pressing your lips to the center of his chest. “Please Dia, make love to me. Nice and slow so I can feel the stretch as you spread me open, to take all of you and feel each and every vein as you sink inside me.” Peppering the space between his pecs as you trail your fingers along his sides, glancing upwards well aware of the list shining in your eyes. “Please Diavolo, chase the last of my nightmare away.” Pleading the last few words as if to remind him why you came to him in the first place tonight.

“You know I could never deny you anything.” Almost groaning as he admits it, gently pushing you back down with a hand between your breasts. “My sweet lovely little lady.” You shuffle a little as you lay back, spreading your legs a little wider to allow him to move closer. Leaning down over your body and placing one of his massive arms beside your head to keep his weight from sinking into you. The hand he had been using to palm himself brushing along your folds to guide the thick head to your dripping slit, his gaze downward until he aligns your sexs so that part of his tip is nestled against your opening, smearing his pre cum along your slick walls. As if happy he looks upward to catch your gaze, the pink that had been on his cheeks has expanded to encompass his entire face now. “Ready?”

Nodding at him with a soft smile. “Yes.”

A single curt nod as he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, pushing his hips forward at an agonizingly slow pace. The fat head of his cock slowly splits you open as your muscles burn, gasping at the sensation, your hands looking for something to grab and wrap around to keep your mind grounded. “My Love?” His voice is soft as he watches your face, enjoying the way your hand squeezes his shoulder and side but you can hear the concern serving as an undercurrent.

“Shit.” Hissing as you try to scramble your brain to vocalize how you feel. “It burns.” His hips freezing and you know just the tip of his massive length is inside you. “No Baby, no.” Whining low in your throat and trying to still not raise your voice. “Good burn.” And it is a good burn if that makes sense, the slow movement does have you feeling each and every part of him and it's just enough that your walls are spasming deeper than he is as if to produce more fluid to ease his entrance. The stretch of your cunt is just enough to hover at that edge of pain that has you even more aware of the pleasure following you. “Please Dia.” Sliding one of your hands to the back of his neck. “Keep going.”

Those golden eyes narrow for a moment as if searching for a lie in your words before he starts moving again, keeping that same agonizing pace as he works himself deeper into your shifting walls. “You feel like you're trying to milk me.” Groaning when your walls respond to his words by squeezing harder, dropping his head forward with his lips brushing your forehead. “I want to fill you up so badly, to sink into you where I belong.” Mumbling the words but keeping himself from doing just that.

“Yes.” Moaning low as more of his length slides into your walls, the way easing as you seem to produce more and more liquid. “You belong.” Still trying to talk to him while your inner walls clench and twitch along his heated flesh.

“I do wonder if you were made for me, the way you’re growing wetter and wetter. As if we did have lube to start.” He's deep enough now that he doesn't need his hand anymore, stopping long enough to move so his arm is mirroring the other and framing your head between the space. “I love you so much, sweetheart.” Rasping the words as he sinks a little further, your hips arching to try and take more of him faster.

“Love you.” Dragging the word as your eyes start to roll back into your head, he's so hot and thick, twitching like mad. “My Prince.” Sighing it out as the pleasure makes you feel like you're floating. He has to be halfway now if the fire inside of you is anything to go by, and you'll happily let it consume you whole. Hearing the rattle of his exhale as you whisper that to him.

“Sweetheart.” Tilting his face you can hear just how ragged his breathing is, he might be as close as you are. “When you call me that it makes me want to do more than just make love to you.” Groaning as he admits it against the shell of your ear, sinking more and more into the heat of your sex and brushing all the right spots to have your nerves alight. “It makes me want to fill you up, over and over again. To breed you, to put a royal child inside of that sweet womb of yours.” Your walls tighten even more as he keeps rasping through clenched teeth. “To forever show the Devildom you're mine, my Heart, my future queen.”

“Diavolo!” Choking out his name as your walls flutter and a second orgasm racks through your frame, arching your back as your seek more contact with his skin as you writhe under him.

Freezing in place once more, Diavolo lets his mind wander to anything but the feel of your cunt spasming around him, of your hardened nipples brushing against his chest. Of how much he'd like to make his words a reality in the near future, reminding himself that good things come to those who wait. Half the Devildom still wouldn't accept you now, there'd be riots, not to say how the Celestial Realm would probably throw up an uproar as well. Thoughts of that help him, to bring him back from the edge of spilling inside of you too early. After all, you did ask him to make love to you.

Kissing the side of your face as he waits for your body to cool, for the spasming to slow and the hammering of your heart to no longer beat along your neck as if trying to escape. So as you come back down from your high and that boneless feeling settles along your limbs, sighing as your hides slide along his skin to grasp the meat of his back he whispers against your ear once more. “Ready to keep going?”

“Did you mean what you just said?” Post orgasm you don't know why you asked it, moments after it leaves your lips wanting to smack yourself in the face.

“You know I don't lie My Love.” Lifting his head away from your skin to gaze down at you with a tenderness that almost hurts. “We just may have to wait a while for it to happen, but I want it as much as I want to see my dream of the three worlds balanced realized.” He's always so earnest that if he wasn't currently locked inside your walls and atop you, you might have tried to turn away from him. The burning along your cheeks having nothing to do with the orgasm you just enjoyed.

“Can you keep talking dirty like that then?” Wincing a little as you admit that the thought of him wanting to breed you might have made you cum just a little harder than normal has you feeling all kinds of embarrassed.

“Of course My Love.” Lowering his head once more, expect this time to go for a searing kiss. “The thought of keeping you in bed for days, groaning and moaning as I spill load after load of my seed inside of you, it's a tantalizing thought. The way you'd squirm, telling me how you want more and more but we both know you're exhausted.” Starting to move his hips once more, the way easier as your walls are looser after the second orgasm. “Begging me to keep going, until we knew for certain our child was growing inside of you.”

Internally you feel like you're going to combust. Just hearing him say that has you whining again, trying to hide your face in the curve of his neck. “That might have been a bad idea.” Your hands ghost down to his chest before sliding back up under his arms so you can wrap your arms around him. Feeling the mass of his back as the muscles bunch and shift while he keeps moving, the smallest of chuckles in your ear.

“Maybe talk of me breeding you has you too riled up.” Tilting his head as if to dislodge you from the crook of his neck, his hips moving a little faster but still at a slow pace. “You did ask to make love.” Using one of his hands to grasp the back of your head and dragging his nails along your scalp, an action that has you slowly pulling back well aware of the lingering heat on your face.

“I also asked for the second thing too.” You admit, refusing to admit just how much the talk had your insides spasming around him like a vice. Licking your lips as you let the grip your arms have around him loosen so you’re laying on the material of the futon once more. “Maybe I'm still surprised you'd pick me to be your queen.” Also admitting that has you flushing, the real heart of how affected you are by his words.

“Don't be so surprised.” Lowering his face to catch your lips in a quick searing kiss as he starts to roll his hips instead of thrusting into your walls. Moving just a hair breath away so his lips keep brushing yours as he groans, the bubbling in his gut starting to build to the point he wasn't sure he could stop himself this time. “I love you, and just like I promised you in the human world that day. I'll make it so you can marry any demon you choose.” A small laugh as his eyes narrow as his cock throbs harder as you start to squeeze him like a vice. “I also won't let anyone force you to marry them if you don't want it. I'll never abandon you to a fate you don't want.”

You simply moan, focusing on the feel of his body moving with you and the soft promise in his voice. Choosing to close the distance once more as you kiss him, letting him do just as you asked when you couldn't fall asleep after your nightmare. Continuing to exchange soft words until he sinks as deep inside your walls as he can and pumps you full of his seed. Remaining locked in his embrace until the morning sun streamed in through the windows.

Unaware of Barbatos ensuring the two of you weren't disturbed until you appeared through the doorway looking like the mess you were.

Later that day, when the demon that had been forcing sham weddings on those trapped in the village between two worlds is freed and marks you to be his chosen partner you can only grin. There's no way Diavolo is going to let some other demon take you from him without a fight, be it a verbal one or something else entirely.

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newchangestf · 1 year ago

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Paired Wishes

When I came home with that lamp I bought from the charity shop we were both pretty surprised to find a Genie living inside.

The burly man explained that as we were both party to cleaning his lamp our wishes would be shared. One for each and one shared.

Taking a moment to discuss our shared wish we both turned to him.

"We wish to be wealthy enough to never have to worry about money ever again." We declared.

After accepting our wish the genie explained what to do for our personal wishes . He told us to close our eyes and say our wish silently in our heads.

Figuring that made sense we done so.

Suddenly our bodies began to heat up. My hair changed from its short dark brown state into a wavy, blond, youthful mop. My eyes flickering from their muddy brown into a vibrant piercing blue.

Meanwhile my body fat fizzled away, except of course my ass which ballooned with muscle and fat in all the right places. Lean muscle began to fill the rest of my body as I became a specimen both men and women would swoon for.

It seems that as my ass filled in my brain drained. I didn't ask for this but I guess it came with being blond. I was nothing more than a twinky blond himbo that focussed on little else other than cock.

You on the other went a totally different direction. Your body exploded with beefy muscle. Muscle that gave your body a rugged mountainous appearance. The landscape of your new abs and pecs were quickly turfed with thick black hair.

Not long after, the forest of hair stretched across your new face completing a magnificent beard.

To match your new dark hair your skin soon shifted from a pasty white into a light tan finalising the new Arab complexion.

Although my brains melted away yours grew. Now in possession of twice the knowledge than before you'd be doing the thinking for both of us. Which as it turns out was the Genie's plan.

To fulfill our shared wish of wealth you, now Hadi, had inherited your family's oil and gas company. The family business brought in millions every day from its various ventures.

Although you were Hadi to everyone else, to me you were Babi. My new rich Arab daddy.

It turns out the Genie played a bit with our wishes. You had wished to become a muscle Arab daddy with a thick cock. While I had wished to become a hot bubble butted twink with a hot daddy to look after me.

Seeing the compatibility of our wishes I guess the Genie took some liberties. You may not have wished to have been gay but you don't really seem to care now. In reality, as you bounced me up and down your thick shaft as I pleaded for your cum, we were both very satisfied with the results.

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This was inspired by my new Babi @musclejedi7

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daveth-isnt-dead · 10 months ago

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Tentatively

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Contains: Fem Reader, Death Mention (but only as much as you would expect given the source material) Word Count: 2,235 Read on AO3

You still feel strange a few hours after leaving the chatroom. Grim, who despite all evidence to the contrary, is actually the Grim Reaper, left pretty abruptly after telling you there is something incredibly wrong with your soul and you are unsure if you should be concerned or offended about the whole thing.

After a disappointing meal of microwaved leftovers and an attempt at enjoying a relaxing bath despite your apartment’s abysmal water temperature, you find yourself laying back on your bed and staring up at the all too uninteresting ceiling as you wait for your hair to dry. The window above your desk is open and the cool breeze is pleasant, but you’re already getting the sense that you will have trouble getting to sleep tonight, despite Grim’s uncharacteristic insistence that you get some rest after today.

There’s something so lonely about these summer nights, lonely enough that you find yourself scrolling through your contacts list, looking for someone ( anyone ) to talk to. Calling your parents this late will only make them worry, and all of your friends from uni have much better sleep schedules than you do and will already be out cold. You toss your phone onto the vacant pillow beside you and let out a sigh, that really only leaves one option.

Hoisting yourself from the bed, you walk over to the desk and grab your laptop. Quickly tapping open the chatroom app and turning off your camera before hitting the call button. You push your lamp and pot-plant out of the way to leave room for the laptop on your bedside table and lay back down as you wait for an answer.

You spend the first seven rings worrying that he won't pick up, by the eighth you are proven wrong.

“I thought I already told you to go to sleep.” He says in lieu of a greeting.

All the lethargic energy in the room suddenly dissipates, and your mouth tugs up in a smile, “Hello to you too”

“I was being serious.”

“Yeah, but you aren’t my boss.” He huffs, “I am your reaper.” “Oh?” You reply, smirking to yourself, “ My reaper, are you? Just mine?” “No! I- I’m just assigned to you. That does not mean-”

You laugh, “Sorry, sorry. I’m just teasing, thank you for picking up, I mean it.” It’s quiet, but you swear that you hear a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the call, “I- well, I just wanted to be certain that you were not suffering any side effects from the soul connection.” He clears his throat, “You…aren’t…are you?”

“I’m having trouble sleeping, but I don’t think I can blame that on you. I suppose I feel a little jittery? But that makes sense given my emotional state right now.” “What is it?” “What’s what?” “Your uh- your emotional state.”

“Oh.” You say, feeling your heart beating a rapid tattoo behind your ribs, “Well, I dunno. I’m a little overwhelmed, I suppose. I really just thought you were an edgy cosplayer, and I mean, you still are but you are also literally the Grim Reaper, so I’m still just dealing with that I guess.”

“That is perfectly normal, then. Though you should have been feeling frightened the moment I contacted you, your reaction was quite delayed.” “Hey! I never said ‘frightened’ I said overwhelmed! That’s a completely different emotion.”

He chuckles, “Unable to stop thinking about me, then?” “That also isn't what I said.” Though, he isn’t entirely wrong, “I’m just worried about how I'm going to focus at work tomorrow when I’ll be spending the whole day looking over my shoulder to make sure some white-haired twink isn't about to commit murder upon me.”

“White-haired what? ” “Twinnnnk~” You reply, “Look it up, I’m sure that will keep you busy for a few hours.” “I hardly need to be kept busy , I have important work to do.” “Like stealing my soul.” “Yours and others, I do not just follow you around all day.” He says dryly, “You are not that important. Also, I will not be murdering you. I am pushing you in the correct direction, one you have stubbornly been avoiding for far too long.” You hum quietly to yourself, reaching out to pat your cat where he sits next to you on the bed, “How was I meant to die anyway? Just out of curiosity, since you seem to know everything about it.” He doesn't answer for some time, and the deafening silence makes you regret even posing the question.

“Do you really want to know?” He finally asks, “Most people never find out, because unlike you they die when they are supposed to.” “Hit me with it, Grimmy.” He groans, “Do not call me that.” then you hear him sigh, deeply, contemplatively, “You were supposed to die of food poisoning.” “Oh.” You reply, feeling your heart sink a little, “Damn, that sucks. That’s so…boring”

“Death often is.” “I guess, well, I guess I was hoping that the way I die might be interesting at least. What food would have poisoned me anyway?” “Ham sandwich.” “Yikes. Was the ham poisoned or something?” “No, just expired. On a related note, you do need to clean out your fridge more often.” He’s right. Your fridge is pretty nasty, and it kind of always has been. It’s a very low priority on your list of tasks.

“Grim?”

“Yes?”

You swallow, unsure how to phrase the real question hiding in the recesses of your mind, “could you…I dunno, kill me gently, if it comes to it? I mean, I just-“ you roll over onto your side, making eye contact with the black screen of your laptop, “If I have to die, I don’t want it to hurt.”

There’s silence for a moment, and then he replies, “I don’t want it to hurt you either.”

“That’s…sweet, Thank you.” “Lacking desire to see you suffer does not make me sweet , it makes me considerate .” He sighs irritably, “More importantly, does this mean you’re finally willing to hand over your soul?” You laugh, “ No! I just- I dunno, I had a weird day and I'm feeling kinda existential now.” You look through your window, staring up at the night sky, “Do you feel that way sometimes, or is it just a human thing?”

“I do not see how that’s any of your business.” “C’mon, Grim. Just play along for once, get silly with it.” You hear him huff on the other end of the line, you can picture the exact pouty face he must be making right now, “I have been a reaper as long as I can remember, and will continue to be one for the rest of my life, there is little for me to be existential about.”

“Hm.”

“What?” He says brusquely, “What are you ‘hm-ing’ about?”

“The thought of having one job for the rest of my life is exactly the sort of thing that makes me existential, that’s all.” “Well you don’t have to work at the same job for the rest of your life, so what exactly are you complaining about?” “I mean, the rest of my life might only be a few more days.” You say, “Provided you win our bet of course, which you will not be doing.” “Do not doubt me, Sunshine. You may come to regret it.” You giggle, “Doubtful.” There’s a rustling sound on the other end of the call, you can only assume that he is also lying in bed right now, “I am quite literally death, and I even gave you concrete proof of this fact this evening.” his voice turns quiet, dare you think it, wistful, “Why aren’t you afraid of me?” You shrug, even though he can’t see you, “You aren’t very scary.”

“I am going to take your soul .�� “You are going to try and take my soul.” a smile tugs at the corners of your mouth, “And even if you do, you’ve already promised to do it gently .” “I promised not to hurt you, I never said anything about being gentle .”

“I’m sorry, I just don’t see the difference between those two statements.” He groans, and when he speaks again his voice is muffled. You suspect he has his face buried in a pillow, “You are infuriating. When I leave the chatroom for the evening I assume that I am done with you, I was not prepared for you to insist on continuing our conversation well into the night.”

“What, are you tired?” All goes quiet for a moment, and then, “No. Are you?” “Nope.” “Hmph, you should be at this hour, especially after a day of work.”

“I- well, I dunno…”

You don’t want to tell him the truth, that most of your friends have grown up and don’t talk to you anymore, that while you love your family it’s too difficult to find time to travel and see them, that you are incredibly lonely. You are tired, you have to be up at 5:00 to get ready for work tomorrow morning, but the idea of saying goodbye, of hanging up, makes something ache deep inside you. Something inside the very soul he wants to steal.

“You don’t know, what?”

“Huh?” Grim huffs again, “You said, ‘i dunno’ and then stopped talking, which is very out of character for you, by the way.” “Oh? Did you miss me? Were even those brief seconds of silence enough to make you realize how much you love hearing my voice?” “I will hang up.”

“Don’t.” You say before you have time to think better of it, “Please.”

“I-“ he clears his throat, “Only if you can act normally for the rest of our conversation.”

“I’m plenty normal, you’re the weird one.”

“What’s weird, how am I weird?”

You roll onto your back, staring up at the celing, “Oh i dunno, just the whole ‘I am death incarnate! I have come for your soul! I will connect my soul to yours! ’ schtik”

“You know fully well that it is not a…what did you call it? A schtik?” He pronounces the word completely wrong, “Whatever that is, it is not one of those. I am death incarnate, I am here for you soul, and you were literally an active part in the soul connection.”

“Oh, about that soul connection thing, by the way.” He scoffs, “Your ability to change the subject at a whim is still strong as ever i see.”

“I know, I’m very talented- anyway! I wanted to ask if you can do anything cool now that we have a soul link or whatever.” “I have already told you, I cannot control your body. As entertaining as it would be to embarrass you publicly, even my exceptional abilities could not do that”

“Oh kay , how about something easier, then?” You feel the warmth of your cat as he snuggles up against your side and instinctively reach out to pat him, “Read my mind, go on!” “I cannot do that.” “C’mon, Grimmy, give it a go!” You squeeze your eyes shut, “I’m thinking about something real hard right now.” He sighs, “Are you thinking about your cat?” “ Whaaaat? How did you know?!”

“I didn’t know , i guessed. I can’t read your mind, but i am still attuned with your soul.” His voice has turned uncharacteristically soft, he’s almost whispering, “It… flutters …when you are happy, and your cat makes you happy. So I guessed…”

“So you’re a soul reader, then?” You ask, trying to ignore the fact that your stomach also feels oddly fluttery right now.

“That is not a thing. You’re just making things up now.”

“Try again.” You say, your mind unwittingly flooded with thoughts of soft white hair and judgemental red eyes. Of hands you wish were bare, of sharp toothed smiles. Your heart slows to a languid rhythm, and something you aren’t ready to put a name to curls warmly in your belly. You close your eyes, softly this time, and breathe, “What am i thinking about now?”

He goes silent for a long time, you can hear the slow, even draw of his breath. You can picture him laying back on his bed, hair splayed over the pillow, brow creased in concentration and you wonder if he is thinking about you too. After what feels like an age, he finally answers, “your…plant?”

You burst into laughter and any tension in the air shatters, “My plant?! What about my soul was screaming plant just then?”

“Well, I don’t know! It was just happy again, happier, even and I assumed that you were smart enough not to just think about your cat again.”

“Yeah, you got me.” You lie, “it was my cat again.”

“Hells, every single day you find a new way to get under my skin.” He sighs, and despite his earlier statement, his next words come out almost fondly , “You need sleep, mortal.”

“Yeah.” You reply, feeling that ache tug at you again, “I probably do.”

“I will talk to you tomorrow, that is, if you survive until then.”

That gets a laugh out of you, and you can’t tell if that was his intention or if he was being completely serious, “I look forward to it. Remember to murder me nicely, Grim.”

“As nicely as I can, I swear.” You can hear his smile, “Goodnight, Sunshine.”

#a date with death #two and a half studios #casper x reader #a date with death casper #grim reaper x reader

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billthedrake · 4 months ago

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AT THE BATHS

The young dude's eyes were on me, pretty heavy as I sat in the dry sauna. By young I mean about 25, give or take, younger than my 45 years. He was lean and smooth, some might say a twink, or maybe a twunk, I don't know, he just seemed lean and young and fit. Brown hair, blue eyes that were a little slutty. I normally don't like slutty.

I stood up, a chub of a boner tenting my white towel. The young guy's eyes followed me but I didn't give him a nonverbal signal to pursue anything, so he didn't.

The place was picking up, and the clientele was getting noticeable hotter. I'd been nervous since I'd gotten at the baths too early. It was my first time ever at a place like this. I wasn't the kind of guy who went to a sauna. Now I was.

I hung my towel next to the shower and rinsed off to cool down. I wasn't throwing hard, but the man at the shower head across from me was sporting full wood that was contagious. He saw me bone and laughed. I laughed back. He wasn't my normal type. Kind of a muscle bear, older, gray beard, a little gut. Big fat cock and heavy balls. He turned off the shower and sauntered over to where I was doing the same.

"I'd love to fuck that ass of yours," he growled in a whisper. I instinctively knew twink/twunk guy from the sauna would go WILD for that voice and that daddy confidence. But I shook my head. "Sorry, man, I'm total top." It's not a hang up of mine, just how I'm wired.

He winked and patted my ass nonetheless. "Shame." Then he turned to walk out of the shower area as I wrapped up again.

Some men were modest with their towels, a couple showed their junk as they walked down the hall. I didn't know the etiquette, but I wasn't ready to start anything I wasn't fully committed to.

I tried out the steam room, deciding to undo my towel but keep it bunched over my crotch. As I leaned back and relaxed, I thought about why I was here. Ryan and I had dated 7 years, and the break up was cordial and still messy. I knew I was dissatisfied in the bedroom, but my freedom made me realized how I craved to let my more sexual side free.

I was hard now, again. I'd held off a couple of days in anticipation of coming here. I still wasn't sure if I was wiling to commit to random sex but I was enjoying watching it now. Across from me, where the steam cleared I could see a very attractive man being sucked by a muscle dude. It was like a porn film, with the real-life voyeurism.

The show was interrupted by another burst of steam, but just then a man sat on the bench next to me. Not right next to me. Far enough so he wouldn't impose but close enough to let me know he was interested. I was. Late 30s, blond, hunky. The place was filling up with guys out of my league. Blond guy was one. I mean, I have a big dick and that helps, but it's not porn big and there's only so far size will take you.

I nodded. He smiled. Then scooted forward.

I gulped. But fuck it. I moved my towel away, showing the guy my hardon. He really liked it. His hand touched it, stroking it. Then he got down on the bench below and between my legs. I could see at least one other man could watch us through the steam, and now that it was clearing some a couple more. I didn't care, these guy were going to see me get a blow job.

God, that mouth felt great. Blond guy knew what he was doing. Not too fast, not too slow. Just eager and skilled at swallowing my size. Fuck, this was wild. I'd come out last in life, in my early 30s. I'd had my share of fun before my first long term relationship, but I'd never had truly anonymous, random sex like this.

I could have let him suck me to completion. I almost did. But I'd been in a 7 year monogamous relationship with a side. I didn't even know what a side was until Ryan. No knock on his preferences, but I was overdue for fucking.

I pushed the cocksucker off and leaned in. "You up for something more?" I asked in my best whisper. Guys didn't seem to talk in the steam room. He shook his head and started to go back down on me. Only I stopped him.

I felt bad, but I had needs. I gathered my towel and stood up, my hard dick now wet with spit. I gave the guy a pat on the shoulder to thank him then made my way out, wrapping the towel around my waist again.

As I made my way down the hall, I passed some guy who I didn't consider attractive. Who was I to judge? And yet I fucking was. They felt me up some, but I scooted past and made my way.

I passed an open door. The light was dim and red inside. Sometimes you see guys posing to lure you in. With a towel or stroking off. Somehow, it's usually the more mature men. Nothing wrong with that, I guess, those guys were there for the same reason I was.

But this room had a muscle guy on all fours, facing toward the way, more away from the door than toward it. He was shorter than me, though probably my age. Bodybuilder type, slightly roided though nothing crazy. Just a rack of hard big muscle, from the arms and back to a meaty ass.

I stepped in. If he was gonna leave the door open in invitation I was going to get a better look. He looked even bigger close up. He probably wasn't a man I'd go for if I saw him out. And I probably wasn't a man he'd go for.

I felt up his knotted calf. I figured he'd look back and see if I was up to his standards. He didn't look back. Instead, he spread his legs a little wider and hiked his ass back.

Fuck yes. I reached to gently shut the door and dropped my towel. My hard on was fully back. There were no condoms, and I wasn't going to ask for one. Not that I was on PREP now and out to make up for lost time. I didn't use a lot of lube, because I wanted to feel that hole without too much friction.

Not gonna happen, I realized as I nudged into place. I wasn't the first man to seed this muscle bottom. He was real fucking wet inside. I pushed in. He let out a grunt but nodded. He wanted my cock. I held on to his waist and started fucking. Seven years since my last topping experience and three days since my last nut. I wasn't going to last long. But the hole was a little loose and a lot wet, so it was going to take me a minute to work up to a cum. But I pumped harder and deeper. Bodybuilder could take it so I gripped hard and put even more force into my fuck.

And that guy just took it. That more than the feeling of his ass on my dick is what tripped my wired. I started cumming, hard. The room when white a little as I orgasmed.

I held still a second to catch my breath, then pulled out slowly. Even in the dim red light I could see the stream of cum flowing out of his fucked hole. Muscle dude was a whore. I'd have to get over my judgmental side if I was going to come to places like this.

I gave a light slap to his muscle ass, then couldn't resist a harder one. I took one more look at his big body on all fours, wiggling like he couldn't wait for another cock. Then I picked up my towel and walked out. I think at least one man who passed me on the hallway knew what I'd just done.

I showered off and tried the dry sauna again. Not ready to go home. Then the hot tub, which thankfully wasn't too hot. There were two men making out in it, younger 20-something guys. And a muscle bear couple, or maybe two friends, who seemed to have gotten off already and were just chatting like we were on a gay cruise. It was weird.

The make out couple left, wrapping towels around their hardons. I hoped they were going to fuck. I know guys should get off how they want to get off, but I really missed anal. That fuck just now had been just what I'd needed.

The friends/boyfriends got out too. I probably shouldn't sit too much longer, I thought, or I'll prune. But I wasn't ready to go home. I was still horny, almost psychologically craving a second round as much as physically. And relaxing here seemed better than sitting in some TV room.

"OK if I join?" It was the blond dude from the steam sauna earlier. I guess people were chattier in the tub.

"Be my guest," I said.

In the bright light, cocksucker was really fucking cute. Handsome and masculine with a gym body, but also youthful for his age. I watched him settle his now naked body into the water. His dick was on the smaller side, which didn't bother me in the least. But that's the only thing that would keep him from being a 10 out of 10 in most gay guys' eyes.

"You having fun?" he asked. I wondered if he was pissed off that I'd ditched him earlier, but he had a relaxed smile. I got the vibe he'd just gotten off.

"Yeah," I said. "First time here."

"This place specifically?" he asked.

"Any bathhouse," I clarified. "Guess it was never my thing."

"What changed?" he asked.

Hell, I didn't know this guy, though I guess his lips had been wrapped around my cock. "Messy breakup," I replied. "Wanted to sow some oats, I guess."

"And...?"

"The night's young," I winked. "But yeah, it's been a hell of a lot of fun so far."

"Nice," he said.

I wasn't sure of his deal. He didn't seem like he was making the moves on me. But our talk was frank and sexual.

"You get what you came for?" I asked.

He nodded. "Yeah, just waiting for my husband."

That caught me off guard and it showed. Blond guy laughed.

"You don't approve?" he teased.

"To each his own, buddy," I laughed. "My ex would have never gone for that arrangement."

"Where is he now?" blond guy shot back. Then seeing my reaction, he changed his tone. "Sorry that was a bitchy thing to say."

"A little," I admitted. "There's some truth there. But I don't know if I could have done the open thing."

"It's not for everyone," he said.

I nodded. Imagining what it would be like. I still probably couldn't have a relationship like that. Finally, I said, "Sorry I didn't let you finish me earlier. You were good." I felt I should apologize to him for some reason.

He shrugged. "Guys are always looking for the hotter thing. I had fun."

"Cool," I said.

I was enjoying this conversation in a strange way, but I was really starting to prune. I hoisted my body to sit on the edge, letting Blond guy see my meaty but soft cock. "I should take a break," I said.

"Maybe I'll see you around again," he said.

"We'll see," I replied. "But probably."

I made the rounds. It was getting late. Which was good because I'd had time to recharge. But the super hot guys were thinning out. I wasn't getting any eye contact from the ones who were left and wandering around. I decided to walk by the door of the muscle whore, but it was now shut.

Maybe I should cut my losses, I though. Hell I hadn't lost anything. I'd gotten my rocks off and had some fun. But as I went to shower off, I saw another guy in there. Shorter, compact muscle. Not Blond Guy hot, but very attractive and fit. Amazing ass, with round meaty cheeks. He was sudsing them and was very much aware I was watching.

"Hey," he said. His brown eyes meeting mine. I turned to let him see my dick swaying in the shower spray.

"Hey," I said.

"I should probably call it a night," he said. "I just don't feel ready, you know?"

My cock responded. Right there I got a hardon, as he watched. "I guess I don't feel ready either," I laughed.

He stepped under the shower for one last rinse then turned it off. "So..." he asked, as he grabbed his towel to dry his face. "Top... bottom... vers?"

"Top," I said.

"If you're up for a slower session, I got a room."

"Slow's nice," I replied. Turning off my water and following him.

I could have used a hotel room. Softer bed, more space. But the rubbery sheets would have to do as he reclined and pulled me down to join him.

"OK if we kiss?" he asked. "It kind of turns me on."

Indeed as we made out I felt his dick grow rock hard against my belly. I enjoyed taking this fuck slower. The first one had taken the edge off. I kissed along his neck and developed pecs and further down the ripped abs. This was sensual but still tawdry as hell. Me in some dim cabin in a sex club about to fuck a second man I didn't know.

I didn't mind sucking cock. I often enjoyed it, though I preferred to be the one sucked. But by now I was impatient for more. I eased around his hard dick and nudged my face beneath his nuts, as I lifted the bottom of his thighs.

"Um..." he said in a tight whisper. "A couple of guys have done me already."

I looked at his hole. It was shaved smooth and squeaky clean. But the folds of his sphincter were loose from the night's activity. I leaned in and swiped my tongue.

"Fuck!" he hissed.

I licked again. Then deeper this time. It had been even longer since I'd rimmed a man than my pre-Ryan fuck. I missed it more than I realized. And something about this place was bringing out my wild side.

I munched more at his hole until I tasted it and felt the cum on my tongue. I grew light in the head like I'd done some drug. It just spurred me to lick and slurp and accept the dribbling seed into my mouth.

I probably could have gone for more, but I didn't want this guy to think I was a total sex pig. Or maybe I didn't want to become that total sex pig myself. But I gave one more lick and stood up. I lubed up and got in place to enter him.

I wasn't rough like with the bodybuilder guy, but my entry was insistant. We were missionary, eyes locked, and just mating like two sex-starved animals.

He gave me a nod to let me know when I was good to go, then I started thrusting. Holding his legs against me, ankles on my shoulders as I fucked him. Bodybuilder had been porn sex, but this is how I imagined sex with my next boyfriend. Whenever that would be.

I stopped a second and pumped some lube on his hardon. Then resumed. We were both going to get there, not simultaneously, but good enough. I got that thrill when I felt my body respond on a higher plateau and knew I was going to cum soon. His own dick shot out with seed and I felt that ass clamp down, milking my own load out.

I let his legs down and leaned in to claim a kiss.

The endorphins pumped heavy but the sex drive had quickly given way to satisfaction. I dismounted and felt tired. Sleepy even.

Bottom dude got off the bed slowly, stretching his legs out. "THAT's what I needed. Thanks, man." He was friendly but it was clear he didn't want to have more conversation.

"Thank YOU," I said, picking my towel. "You have an incredible ass." I had my key band around my wrist. Time to rinse off, find my locker, get dressed and go home.

I gave his arm a pat then turned to walk out the room, shutting the door behind me.

To this day, I still regret not getting his name.

#drakestories

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thepunkranger · 6 months ago

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Resident Evil Characters - A Summary

Note: This is entirely my own opinion and said with a heavy dose of humor

Please enjoy

Chris Redfield

Started as a twunk

Became an angry gorilla man???

Alpha Male™️

Punches boulders

Wants you to marry his sister

Smoker

Hide yo kids, hide yo wife

Rude to wait staff

2/10 - Just a guy. Hit him with your car

Jill Valentine

Other OG

Arguably better main of RE1

Master of Unlocking

Bisexual Bob™️

Butch

Supercop

Once got mind-controlled into going blonde

Rocket Launcher babe

PTSD

Big Strap Energy

Giant anime gun

10/10

Albert Wesker

OG Baddy

Sunglasses

Thinks he’s cool

A little too into Chris

“What are we going to do this game, Albert?”

“What we do every game, Alex: try to take over the world”

Matrix jacket

Maybe a vampire?

Looks like my uncle (derogatory)

4/10

Barry Burton

Bear

A+ line delivery

Just happy to be a part of things

Wishes his daughter would talk to him

Comes through in a pinch

Got lost on his way to The Last of Us

Father figure

Not dead out of sheer dumb luck

8/10

Rebecca Chambers

Baby butch

Sees the best in everyone

Autism be damned, my girl can work a shotgun

Sporty

Mommy Domme/Babygirl switch vibes

Sweet coffee addict

Doing fine, thanks for asking

Awkward thumbs up

9/10

Billy Coen

Bad Boy™️

Never bothered to take off his handcuffs

Tattoos

Mullet???

Moral standards

Strong silent type

Whole situation could’ve been avoided by just talking about his issues but no

Queen fan

7/10

Leon S. Kennedy

If a golden retriever became a human and then got kicked every day of its life

Having a really bad first day

Into dominant women

Dumb 90s haircut

Uses comedy as a coping mechanism

Hair grows in direct correlation to his level of angst

“Hey demons, it’s me, ya boi”

Sexy

Dog lover

Certified Good Boy™️

Fucked up a perfectly good rookie is what you did. Look at it, it’s got depression

15/10

Claire Redfield

College student stuck in the zombie apocalypse

Soft butch

Humanitarian

Forced her brother to teach her how to knife fight

Really into motorcycles

Leather jacket

Rocket Launcher babe #2

Always has at least one adopted child with her

10/10 would ask to babysit

Ada Wong

Mommy. Sorry. Mommy- sorry. Mommy-

Grappling hook

Badass spy

Emotionally distant

Soft spot for cute cuddly things (Leon)

Femme fatale

Book lover

Chaotic neutral

Crossbow 😍

Could step on me and I’d say thank you

Rocket launcher babe #3

10/10

Sherry Birkin

Goosebumps protagonist

Worst parents ever tbh

Surprisingly good under pressure

Please someone get this girl some therapy

Supergirl

Smartest person here

One hell of a shot

The trauma is immeasurable

Somehow still doing fine

Loves her weird adopted family

8/10

Carlos Oliviera

Himbo

First POC main?

Went from three polygons and a white boy haircut in the original to actual gorgeous South American hunk in the remake

Lost his accent along the way for some reason

#1 Jill simp

If Dug from Up was a guy

Only trustworthy person in the whole series

Just wants to help

Gorgeous gorgeous hair

Loves strong women

Hakuna matata

Touch-starved

10/10 would peg

Steve Burnside

Twink

Who is this sassy lost child?

Hot Topic employee

Into Claire (she’s too old for you bud)

Choker

Thinks he’s edgy

Whiny

Daddy issues

1/10

Luis Serra Navaro

If Puss in Boots was a human

The Most Extra™️

Luscious flowing locks

Definitely into bondage

Used to work for Umbrella

Trying to make up for it

Don Quixote references

Bisexual

Good with his hands

Praying for a threesome with Leon and Ada

10/10

Ashley Graham

Basic white girl

Always getting kidnapped

Master of Unlocking #2

Razor flip phone

Ada Wong bisexual awakening (same)

Good with a wrecking ball

Makes Leon catch her every time she has to jump a ledge (also same)

Would like to go to Hot Topic, please

7/10

Sheva Alomar

Player 2

Second POC main

Bad AI

Too good for her game

Willing to go on a suicide mission with a guy she just met

Left handed

Deserves a better stylist

Only good part of RE5

Literally my girl got done so dirty just give her another chance please

10/5

Moira Burton

“It’s not a phase, dad!”

Probably gay

Weak arms

Skillz

Box dyed her hair at least once

Simple Plan playing in the background

Childhood trauma

7/10

Piers Nivans

Trying his best

Appreciates a good steak

Sick of Chris’ bullshit

Good with a rifle

Just a good man

German Shepherd boy

Self-sacrificing

8/10

Jake Muller

Wesker’s son

Daddy issues

Who invited Ronan Lynch here?

Quips for days

Bad boy

Loves the type of woman who can kick his ass

The Most Edgy™️

9/10

Ethan Winters

Husband of the year

Trusting

Surprisingly chill

The most basic white man in all of RE

Hands? What hands?

Functionally a lizard

Would still love you if you were a worm

Just casually knows how to craft bullets

Moldy

8/10

Mia Winters

Toxic girlfriend energy

Literally possessed

Dark sense of humor

Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss

Casually working for a bioterrorism organization

Does actually care about her family

Definitely doesn’t have a penicillin allergy

If you can’t be the girl of his dreams, you can at least be the feral swamp witch of his nightmares

2/10

Zoe Baker

Lesbian

Mold intolerance

Southern accent thicker than grandma’s gravy

Picked last on the playground

Somehow okay despite her brother being Like That

Joe’s favorite

Science skills

8/10

Lucas Baker

Jigsaw

Didn’t even need the mold

Probably got at least one true crime documentary made about him

Working for Mia’s bioterrorism organization

Left his classmate rotting in the attic

Just the worst

0/10

Alcina Dimetrescu

Mommy

Please step on me

Elizabeth Bathory vibes

Just fucking huge

Can turn into a dragon

Lesbian

9/10

Karl Heisenberg

Grimy

Tumblr Sexyman

When robotics majors get weird

Fights with his siblings

Doesn’t actually care at all about Miranda

In cahoots with the lycans

7/10

Rosemary Winters

Mommy and Daddy issues

YA protagonist

Badass

Childhood trauma

Into the Mold-verse

Alternate universe Sherry Birkin

8/10

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