hey i just went through the gort and zeke tag (AGAIN) (looking for a template) and. i saw you say gortash forces zeke to wear handpicked outfits, what kind of stuff does he make him wear?
also love love love monk gort it’s so real to me However i have been imagining. gortash wielding a halberd recently. (because halberds are sexy.) and flying around doing vault kicks with that flair that he has.
this is a vault kick btw ⬇️ you can’t tell me that’s not sexy.
(also for future reference is my rambling all in one ask okay or would you rather i send them separately? because now that my Song Rec Obsession has worn off i Will be asking questions)
(first of all ramble asks are completely ok!! send them however you like!)
so, before they met zeke was exclusively wearing a massive stolen trenchcoat and genuinely nothing else, no shoes, etc etc. zeke doesn’t enjoy wearing clothing at all, but he‘s a child prodigy detective and you can’t exactly uhm. do that when accepting clients and pursuing your targets and so on, so, when he does wear stuff, he needs it to be big and spacey and give him lots of breathing room. he also has a lot of sensitivities to certain fabric types and so on.
gortash takes zeke’s favourite coat away at the first chance he gets (keeps it for his horrible trophy collection though.) and since zeke doesn’t really have a stable source of income to buy himself his own clothes thanks to gortash, he’s sort of forced to accept whatever gortash gives him. zeke doesn’t even know how to dress himself before gortash teaches him. to make something horrible and creepy a bit more lighthearted, i’d imagine it’s sort of like forcing a cat into little outfits in the beginning haha. straight up does not know how to function, and while he eventually learns to bear it, it is never comfortable. but that’s exactly gortash’s intent. in fact, i think he enjoys zeke’s discomfort quite a bit. eugh.
what gortash makes him wear doesn’t exactly seem special on first glance, but it’s what’s considered neat and proper by society’s standards. simple dress shirt, pants and shoes, a tie and a leather belt with suspenders is the outfit he most commonly puts zeke in. it is however important to gortash that his ‘work’/the scars he inflicted on zeke are always visible to some degree.
this is really all about is once again that conquest. removing the parts that make zeke zeke and crushing them. have zeke look in the mirror and recognise only ruin. humiliating him, actively hurting him even. picking these fabrics that zeke loathes feeling on his skin. i’d imagine that gortash makes the clothing himself, even. that man knows all his exact measurements. perhaps even sews his initials into every piece. similar to giving him piercings made out of metal & zeke’s own bones. these smaller parts of the conquest are still just as important and divine in that grand scheme of his.
also that vault kick is sick as hell and i am now thinking about it way too much…
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okay how about enha's (the members you write for) reaction to reader crying during like really rough sex?
pairing: hyung line (- hoon) x reader
warnings: nsfw, rough sex, dacryphilia, choking, degradation, throat fucking, biting, mentions of marks and bruises
minors dni before reading
oh anon i love you . your mind. this took so long im sorry but i love this. i’ll get to my other rqs soon i swear. hope this makes up for the wait
when heeseung fucks, he fucks hard. and that’s exactly how you found yourself face down pressed into his mattress, whimpering out into the pillow beneath you.
heeseung gets carried away often. first he gets distracted by your outfit, and then by your curves, thighs, and body. when he gets his hands on you, he’s unable to stop. for lack of a better term, he thinks with his dick. so when he’s inside you, pounding you from behind as you whine, he goes faster with each noise. every little shiver of movement, every sound, he gets addicted to the feeling of you against him.
he gripped your waist, palms tightening into your skin, pulling you closer to him as if he wasn’t already inside of you. he let out a groan before fucking you harder, resulting in your legs giving out. to this, he responded by holding your weight up and continuing.
overstimulated by the feeling of him thrusting in and out of you, your legs shook. he was fast, panting, shakily moaning as he fucked you. he didn’t think. he just continued to fill you up, completely ignoring the possibility that he might be too rough.
“heeseung,” you shakily cried out, gripping the sheets.
“yeah?” he said, breathlessly, distracted by pleasure. you felt good, so fucking good clenched around him.
“too much, hee,” you whined. you hadn’t realized, but you had started to cry. tears that resulted from his coarseness formed, although not falling from your eyes yet, you sniffled.
“shit,” he spoke, pulling out at the sound. he began to console you, whispering out “hey, hey hey,” unintentionally conjoining each word together with the pace of his speech.
his grip on your waist made it easy to turn you around on your back, and he leaned over your body to wipe away tears that had found their way out of your eyes.
although embarrassed, you missed the feeling of him in you as soon as he pulled out, despite the roughness that took place. you lightly held onto his hand that now cupped your face.
“you didn’t have to stop,” you said, softly.
“but you’re crying?” he questioned in a similar soft tone, inadvertently tilting his head to the side as he spoke. he didn’t release his hand from your face just yet, allowing his thumb to rub against your jaw.
“i don’t mind,” you responded, “it feels good when it’s too much,” attempting to hide your humiliation for requesting him to continue.
heeseung’s lips curled up, and he turned his head to cover his smug expression. he readjusted, and spread your legs.
“yeah? you wanna cry for me, then?” his tone shifted, “wanna sob on my dick when you can’t take it anymore?”
your hands found their way to your head immediately, concealing your face. he didn’t typically fuck you in missionary, so having him above you, right above you, felt like you were on display. it was impossible to look him in the eye as he spoke to you in such a way, but he didn’t care. he enveloped your hands with his and pinned them each beside your head.
“missionary? why?” you somehow managed to ask, stumbling over your words as you looked to the side, avoiding his gaze.
he exhaled.
“i wanna see you,” he replied before entering you once again, “you look so fucking pretty when you cry.”
jay is usually pretty gentle during sex, unless you make an effort to let him know that you wanted him to be rougher than usual. he has absolutely no problem with that, since he’s actually been hoping you’d offer. he’s respectful, too respectful, which makes you want a taste of something more harsh. luckily for you, he can be a mean dom.
when it actually came down to it though, he was more intense than you had in mind.
“sit down,” he ordered. you did.
he placed his thumb and pointer finger between your chin, and tugged lightly to open your mouth. you allowed him, parting your lips more.
he unbuckled his belt mere inches away from your face, letting his pants fall and his clothed bulge stare back at you.
once he uncovered his cock, he didn’t even begin to warm you up before entering your mouth almost entirely. you let out a small whimper at his size, and he grabbed a fistful of your hair in response.
he started to rock his hips back and forth, moans falling out of his mouth as he fucked yours. jay had never made you suck him off in such a way, so quickly filling your throat and making you gag.
before tonight, he’d often brush stray hairs from your flushed face as he guided you to lick his tip and downwards, slowly easing up to gently permit you to suck him off at your pace. he’d release small groans as you did.
“fuck, doing so good, baby,” he’d say, with a smile as he looked down at you.
now, though, he had your hair gripped as he smacked his cock to the back of your throat. he barely gave you air to breathe in as he relentlessly fucked your throat, forcing you to rely on just your nose to inhale.
you looked up to him with watering eyes from the intensity, clawing your fingernails into the sheets that rested below you to release tension.
it’s not that you didn’t enjoy it, quite the opposite, actually. but he was so harsh, so fucking ruthless and it made your throat burn. taking him into your mouth at all was a struggle due to his size, and here he was, forcing you to take it. honestly, it was all you ever wanted from him and more, but you couldn’t help the tears falling from his rough his cock felt hitting your throat.
jay removed himself, and placed a hand on your cheek, tilting your head up to him.
“too much? do you need me to stop?” he asked, sweat dripping from his dark hair. his chest rose and fell expeditiously with his hurried breaths.
“no, jay,” you mumbled, voice sounding a little more desperate than you anticipated, “keep going, please. make me cry.”
it didn’t give him a second thought before he parted your jaw and fucked into you once again, keeping his grip on your hair tightened, fixing your head into place so that he could look at you.
tears fell and you sniffled, looking up at him with sparkling eyes, and he took his thumb to rub the droplets away.
“so fucking pretty,” he muttered, “such a good girl, crying on my dick.”
fucking jake is exciting. he’s always up for trying new things, which includes rough sex. however, he was always worried of hurting you, despite your pleas for him to bite and mark you. he had convinced himself that he would simply be too much for you, not realizing that’s exactly what you wanted to happen. you wanted him to completely lose control, lost in the way he fucked himself into you.
concerned, he’d constantly check in with you during his attempts to be rough. it’s not that he didn’t want to fuck you, marking you as his in the process, but it was all so new. what if you felt too hurt?
“fuck,” he’d groan under his breath, starting to pick up the pace unknowingly, thrusting his hips into you. when he realized, though…
“shit, sorry,” jake would say, slowing down to a more gentle speed.
you never minded. he’s just shy, you thought.
jake was absolutely not shy. he’d spit into his palm and fuck his hand, murmuring your name when you weren’t around. he’d look at innocent pictures of you, smiling and posing, wondering how you’d look with mascara running down your pretty cheeks. he’d stare at your exposed skin in your off-the-shoulder top and hold back biting your skin until it became red, his teeth creating crevices and marks. he’d watch as you make a cup of coffee in the kitchen, quietly fantasizing about bending you over the counter.
tonight, as you laid beneath him in missionary position, he connected his lips with yours as he adjusted inside you.
“so tight,” he muttered, biting his lip unconsciously as his hands rested on each side of your body.
he felt his hips jerk into you like usual, stopping himself before going further, his eyes fixated on the curves of your body. he wanted more of you.
you let out a moan at him going deeper, but as always, he continued agonizingly slow. he was shy, you thought, but you knew he wanted to be deeper inside you. you knew he wanted more.
“jake,” you whimpered out, eyes gazing upwards to meet his.
“sorry, i know,” he quickly apologized before you could continue, “i’ll be gentle.”
“don’t,” you protested, desperation evident in your voice that you failed at covering, “please, be rough with me.”
with that, jake’s eyes lit up a little, “hm?”
“i don’t want you to be gentle. i want you harder,” you explained, moans getting caught in your words as he was still inside you, “please jake.”
he didn’t respond, but he dipped his head towards your shoulder, taking your skin in between and bit, exactly how he imagined before. he let out a groan, feeling you against his teeth, before fucking into you as deep as he could.
your back arched subconsciously, nails digging into his back as you whined out, tears already piercing into your eyes at his size.
“this is what you wanted, yeah?” he asked, voice raspy due to his low tone. his mouth traveled to your neck as he decided to leave his mark there, too.
“yes, jake,” you struggled to speak, “fuck.”
at your strained voice, his head adjusted so that he could look down at you. your face twisted into an expression he hadn’t quite seen you make before, eyes shut closed and mouth wide agape. he began to pound you, repeatedly now, your tears now beginning to fall.
he picked up the pace at that, aroused by how your mascara smeared. it was better than he imagined, and he resisted cumming inside you right then and there.
“you okay?” jake said, having to make sure, although knowing it was likely exactly what you wanted.
“yes,” you replied in a breathy whimper. his hand met your throat and he tightened his grip slightly, choking you a bit, but not to the point of harming you.
“good,“ he replied, “taking me so fucking well. my pretty slut.”
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procedural - alhaitham
[random writing event] | requested by @crane1000
Being known as one of those more free-spirited sort, you were never one for schedules. It wasn’t that you had anything against them. You just found it difficult to devote yourself to doing things at a set time on a set day was rather constricting. So when you were hired to work as the Akademiya’s scribe’s assistant, you were in for a whirlwind of change. Alhaitham was scheduled. Procedural, even. And he made sure you were too.
With Alhaitham, work started at 9am sharp. After half an hour of reviewing his intray, he would start on drafting proposals, copying documents, and creating lists. It was your job to maintain and organize the many papers that passed through his hands. Lunch was taken at noon on the dot. After, you would be out and about passing correspondence, picking up new books from the House of Daena, and communicating with the other departments. Once 5pm hit, you were finally released.
Through everything, Alhaitham prized efficiency and efficacy above all else. And though it took time to get used to his spartan ways, you could see the value in following his work style. Everything made sense. That is, mostly everything. When you sat down and really thought about everything, though, you couldn’t help but feel that there was something… odd about the way he did a few things.
Ever since you started, Alhaitham began eating out for lunch almost everyday, always inviting you along. Which was weird because you heard he usually brought lunch made by his roommate. You didn’t think it was too strange at first. You were friends with Alhaitham during your student years, after all. He probably wanted to catch up. But to continue on for a few months…?
It didn’t help that you did much of the talking at lunch. Sure, you were extremely talkative, but you thought he’d surely get tired of listening to you ramble on by now. But no, no matter how much you babbled about, he’d always respond with some intelligent response showing he was listening to you all along. That wasn’t even considering the way he opted to sit next to instead of across from you. Were you that interesting to listen to?
Then there was the way he’d actually listen to and take the random advice you’d give. The new fountain pens upon his desk were suggested by you, as were the coffee beans he now used at home. He let you drag him to new restaurants at lunch and borrowed the books you raved about in the House of Daena. You never heard of him doing this for anyone else.
And lastly…
“Are you ready to go?”
“Yep! Just finished packing up,” you replied, standing up from your desk. “Let’s go.”
As that classes were finally finished for the day, the Akademiya was abuzz with students. In the back of your mind, you had no doubt that the streets of Sumeru City would only be busier seeing that most people were finally leaving work.
“You don’t need to walk me home,” you began with an apologetic laugh. “It’s probably going to take a while.”
“It’s fine,” he replied. “Besides, weren’t you the one that insisted on finishing your story earlier?”
“Oh, you’re right!” You exclaimed. “So what happened next was…”
As you chatted about the happenings and various gossip that managed to find their way into your nosy ears, at some point your hand found its way into his. It often happened seeing that the busy roads often pushed and shoved you about. And as kind as he was to help you, you couldn’t help but feel that it was, like all the other things, unnecessary.
“Why are you so nice to me?” You found yourself asking when you finally reached your home.
Though his eyes widened for a moment, they soon narrowed as he crossed his arms as if observing you.
“Isn’t it obvious?”
You paused in thought.
“Because you see me as a friend?” You asked curiously.
You were met with a long exasperated sigh.
“Sure, let’s say that,” he finally said as he turned to leave. “Rest well.”
As you waved him goodbye, you couldn’t help but let out a sigh to yourself. Oh well. You’ll figure out his secrets some other time.
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