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yandere-3-sagau · 1 year

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Hello! New anon here, idk if you do anything like this but i had an interesting thought the other day!

So yknow how you can name scaramouche right of course

So i named mine,,,,genuinely? Like i went out and looked up names (what can i say im down bad okay) and I found the name ‘Ena’ which means ‘gift from god’ (according to what i found-) or something like ‘blessed life’

So what if in a secret creator!sagau, the reader names him that and he dismisses it at first but then catches the reader having a look (sort of like a sad smile) every time they refer to him as that, so he finally asks what it means and they say its because they see him as being worthy of living. That they see him as a blessing from ‘the creator’ and they want him to see himself that way- (like not in a ‘more important than anyone else’ way, just in a ‘you exist therefore you deserve to live’ kinda way)

Idk if you like this but feel free to ignore this if you’re uncomfortable! Tysm for your time!

hehehe do you know that wanderer is my favorite? Quite similarly to you, I took my time searching for a good name. I named him Aziz. It’s an Arabic name and I thought it was fitting since his new beginning began in Sumeru, a place based on the middle east. While Aziz means to be strong and powerful, it also means dear, darling, and precious. If SAGAU were to ever be real, I would want him to know that he is precious and loved. <33

since this ask is about secret creator!reader, i am going to assume that wanderer is still unaware of your identity when you mention the meaning of his name.

Yandere!Wanderer x Secret!Creator!Reader

The wanderer didn’t really care for names. He’s had so many throughout the years that he could care less how people addressed him.

So when the traveler gave him his name, he didn’t really think much of it. After all, it was a name given to him by his former enemy. What special meaning could it have? The traveler never explained it and he never thought to ask.

He kept the name for convenience but rarely ever used it. Many still referred to him as wanderer and he didn’t bother to correct them. There were times he had even forgotten that he had a new name.

The first time he actually ever cares about his name is the first time he hears it from you.

The name rolls so casually off your tongue it’s as if you’ve said it a thousand times. The soothing sound of your voice saying the name that belonged solely to him makes him feel so strange that he doesn’t even realize that he’s never told you his name before.

Though it sounds foreign at first, he quickly grows accustomed to being called his new name.

However, every time you call him that name, you have a certain look in your eyes that he couldn’t quite understand. You look at him as if he holds the world in his hands yet it’s accompanied by a sense of sadness.

Unbeknownst to him, every time you say his name, you’re reminded of his past. You think about how while erasing his previous names, he intended to erase his entire existence along with it and it breaks your heart.

Though he has trouble recognizing emotions, he can sense your sadness.

Finally, he caves into his curiosity and asks why you always have that look on your face. Why you look like you want to cry whenever that name is mentioned.

“... do you know what your name means?”

You gaze at him with such soft eyes that he almost forgets to answer.

“No, why?”

“Your name means ‘gift from god’ and ‘blessed life.’”

It takes some time to process, but after finally realizing what the meaning of his name is, the wanderer grows a bit angry.

Gift from god? Blessed life?

The traveler must be mocking him.

How can he be a gift from god when he was abandoned by his mother, the God of Eternity? and what part of his life is blessed when he’s committed countless sins and all he’s experienced is tragedy.

Wanderer remains silent but he can feel your gaze on him. Those eyes that to seem to see right though him.

—

Later on, he approaches the traveler.

“Why did you name me __?’“

The traveler pauses, surprised by the sudden question.

“I... don’t know, if I’m being honest.”

Wanderer scoffs. “How can you not know? Are you mocking me?”

“No, I really don’t know. Now that I think about it, it really is quite strange,” the traveler says as they recall the moment the wanderer was named.

“At the time, the name just slipped from my mouth.”

“It just slipped from your mouth? You don’t even know what it means?”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t. I’ve honestly never heard of the name before.”

Hearing this, the wanderer is a bit offended. It seems such little thought was put into his name. He thinks that maybe you were lying. He searched through many books in the Akademyia for the origin but he couldn’t find anything close to what you told him.

The next time you call his name, he stops you. He tells you stop using it. Saddened, you ask him why.

“It’s a meaningless name and whatever you claimed it means doesn’t even suit me.”

“What do you mean? I...whoever named you must see you as a gift. Your life is a blessing to them.”

“The person that named me doesn’t even know the meaning.”

You grow quiet upon hearing this. You can’t refute him, unable to explain to him that you were the person to name him.

You’re heartbroken that he thinks so little of himself. You want nothing more than to tell him that he really is a blessing. That he’s important to you and worthy of living. But you remain silent and he does as well.

He stops going by that name and decides to go by wanderer instead. He’s confused by your eyes that well up with unshed tears when he asks you call him wanderer instead of the name you had given him.

It isn’t until you are exposed that he understands.

You are the creator and it was you that bestowed the name upon him while you were living through the eyes of the traveler.

This revelation sparks so many questions.

Why did you name him that? Do you really see him as a blessing? Does he really mean that much to you?

His heart is hopeful but more and more anxiety fills his being the longer his thinks about it.

Are you upset that he stopped using his name? Do you think he isn’t proud of it?

He doesn’t know what he’d do if you decided to take it back. But even if you tried, he wouldn’t let you. Suddenly, it’s apart of who he is now - the basis of his identity. Anyone who calls him wanderer now is immediately corrected.

He wants to confront you but he hasn’t seen you since your identity was exposed. You’ve disappeared without a trace, leaving his heart empty.

Nothing but your voice can sooth his aching heart and he can’t rest until finds you.

Until he hears you call his name once more, now that he’s finally able to appreciate it’s meaning.

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b-o-e · 1 year

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paint me like one of your french girls

Wally Darling x Reader

Warnings: you aren’t very good at painting lol

although it is not necessary, I highly suggest reading my fics in their recommended order for the best experience! here is the link to all my silly lil wally fics in order. this is #2 :)

You weren’t the best painter, nor were you the best at picking up hints…

“... this is atrocious.”

You were not a painter. You were finding that much out right now.

“Well, don’t say that. It has me in it, so it can't be that bad, ha ha.” Wally jested.

Ehhh…

“Are you almost finished with it, neighbour?”

“I wouldn’t say I’m finished, but I’m almost ready to give up, yes,” you grumbled, the bristles of your brush carefully swiping some more paint onto the canvas. Yikes! Not carefully enough, it seems.

Wally noticed your grimace, laughing lightly. “It’s going to look good, I know it,” he claimed.

“You’re easily pleased, though,” you huffed, eyes flickering to him in a half-hearted glare. He giggled, shaking his head.

“I am honest,” he grinned, raising his right hand to swear on it. “Cross my heart, always and forever,” he promised, drawing the ‘x’ over his chest with a happy smile.

“At least I think I did Home some justice,” you snickered with a shrug. “You, not so much, Wally. I think you can still tell it’s you, though?”

“I’m sure I look amazing. Handsome!”

“I wouldn’t use that word for it, but the real you is?” You offered.

“Why, you’ll make me blush.”

You laughed lightly as you continued to paint, Wally remaining as still as a statue in his chosen position in front of home. His eyes never left you.

He loved the expressions you made. He just adored the twitch of your brow when you don’t quite approve of a detail, the silly grimace you wear when you’ve made a ‘mistake’, the way your tongue poked out a little when you were extra focussed... You were so entrancing!

“... going to start being a bit less uptight now,”

Wally hadn’t caught the first part, but figured out what you were saying.

“I guess I should probably give myself a little more credit than I am.” A little smile tugged at the corner of your lips. Oh! He enjoyed that expression most!

“I’m happy you say that,” Wally said, “I do mean it when I say I believe I will like it. Everyone has their own unique style. It’s nothing less than that,” he added, “plus, it’s made by you. That gives it extra special points!”

“Special, alright,” you joked quietly to yourself. It was definitely a unique piece, your painting.

“I just need to remind myself I don’t have much experience with this,” you sighed, “I need to cut myself some slack. I know practice is necessary to be as good as someone like you at this, and I haven’t put much of that in,”

“And if you were ever interested in such, I would always be around to offer my help if you so desire,” Wally assured.

“Thanks, Wally,” you tore your eyes away from your work, looking over at him. “I appreciate you. Always so sweet to me,” you sighed out dramatically. Unfortunately, your gaze didn't stick on him long enough to notice the redness growing on his cheeks from your compliments.

“Alas, I think I’m all done now,” you giggled, stepping back from your work. Now that you look it over, it really wasn’t too shabby, especially with your limited skill!

Wally stood up from his spot, starting his way over, as you turned the easel around so that he and Home could both see it. When Wally was close enough, he leaned forward a little, examining the painted canvas. Despite the knowledge that Wally would never judge you, your nerves twisted a little in your stomach as you watched his eyes study it with such intensity.

It was silent. He’s observed it for at least a minute now, not a word said.

…

“I know it’s-”

“It’s wonderful,” Wally cut you off, straightening his posture, his smile growing. “The absolute most, as is its creator,” he added as he looked at you. “Can I have it?” he asked, head tipping to the side.

“You… Want it?” you giggled sheepishly, peering over at your goofy little creation. Was it really nice enough for him to want to keep it?

“I love it, so of course I would like to have it. If you allow me to, of course,”

Your painting wasn’t much. To you, at least. To Wally on the other hand, it truly was extravagant.

It was cute. He and Home were nicely depicted together, Home painted quite well, and in his opinion, he himself had not looked nearly as bad as you’d been letting on.

His face had a cute, simple little smiley on it, as did the sun in the sky, two silly little features among others that you had added when you decided not to care so much anymore. It made him giggle. Overall, it was just yours, and that’s what really sealed the deal on his love for it.

“Hmm… where should I hang it, though? Maybe by the couch?” He wondered aloud, tapping his chin. “What do you think, Home?” He turned to face it, receiving quick excited waves and squeaks from the door. “Ha ha. I think that, too.”

“You actually want it?” You questioned,

“Of course,” Wally nodded. “Oh no! How impolite of me. I should be offering some sort of payment,” he realized.

“For this?” You laughed, looking back at the artwork. “I dont think it’s worth a whole lo–”

“Mwah!”

…

Huh?

You gaped at Wally, hand on your flushed cheek, right where his lips had been moments prior.

“Will that do?” He smiled.

You could only stare in disbelief, mind working overtime to process what had just happened.

“Neighbour?”

You laughed. You laughed, and you shook your head, hands covering your face. Oh, those silly little thoughts of yours!

“Oh my goodness, Wally,” you snickered. “Be careful with that! Someone might take it the wrong way,” you warned, a little giggle following.

“What do you mean, neighbour?” Wally questioned, brows furrowed. “Is kissing not a good thing?”

“I mean, it is, but there's two ways it can be perceived: platonically, or romantically,” you explained, rubbing at your face in an attempt to get rid of your blush with a cheeky smile.

“Think of it like this. Eddie and Frank kiss as a way to show their romantic love for each other. That's because they’re a couple,” you continued. “Are they who you learned it from?”

Wally stared at you for a moment, trying to comprehend all that you’ve said. Finally, his shoulders slumped slightly as he answered.

“... Yes,” he admitted, a bashful smile on his features.

“I figured,” you sniggered. “I mean, I’m not saying I didn’t like it or anything, but just keep what I said in mind,” you joked lightly with a playful wink, “but, we should find a place for this painting, shouldn’t we?” You placed your hands on your hips, looking between him and the piece.

“That sounds like a good idea, neighbour,” he agreed, carefully picking up the dried painting, grabbing the easel in his other hand.

“Let’s do that, then,”

…

“So, how did it go?” Eddie asked, placing a toasty mug of hot cocoa in front of a sulking Wally. “Not that great, I presume..?” He smiled sympathetically.

“They said to ‘be careful’ because ‘someone might get the wrong idea’...” he gave a gloomy smile. “But they also said they ‘didn’t dislike’ it?” He offered.

“So they thought the right idea, but brushed it off as being wrong,” Frank snickered, shaking his head at the ridiculousness of the situation while he sipped on a mug of his own.

Eddie sighed, rubbing at the back of his neck with a chuckle. This was harder than the couple originally anticipated…

You two would be the death of this neighbourhood if you didn’t perceive your feelings for each other soon.

yyyello!! I hope you enjoyed reading this!

here is a link to my silly lil wally fics in their recommended order if you would like :) these can also be found on my ao3 B) I also have a ko-fi if you'd like to support me! likes and reblogs are very much so appreciated B) (again, gimme dopamine boost, RAHHHHH) until next time <3

Posted Tuesday, April 25, 2023 at 11:29 AM

#welcome home #wally x reader #wally darling #wally darling x reader #welcome home x reader #if you’re reading this ily and drink some water bruh #listen to two best friends by bb bean it’s good ragghhhh #also to those two people who replied to snorrrk mimimi bro y’all had me cackling I don’t think you’ll know who you are but yuhhh

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itscherrylipsforme · 2 months

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A love story yet to be written: Jason Todd x Vigilante!bookworm!fem!reader

Summary: The mysterious Red Hood has been your loyal teammate since you became another one of Gotham's vigilantes. Many literature puns and "subtle" flirty comments later, he has decided that it's time to meet you when you two are not covered by the city's darkness and your secret identities

Warnings: Just dozens of references to my fave classic lit authors and novels

Requested: yes

Words: About 1570

Author rambles: God, this has been on my drafts for so long. Glad I was finally able to publish it. Thanks to the anon who sent the request, hope you like it 🫶🏼

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Gotham’s skies were pitch black when you submerged, like every twilight, in its streets and roofs. Masked face, combat boots, dark sweater and jeans paired with a black leather jacket and a bulletproof vest under all of it. Pointed daggers on your belt, a pair of guns attached to your back harness just in case. Being a vigilante was not an easy side job, but you needed to do it.

Some people simply can’t watch their whole world fall apart and stare blankly. And you would certainly not stay back when your beloved city was drowning in corruption and crime. Growing up you had always been aware that they were others protecting you. Batman, Robin, and the other peculiar crime fighters that had joined them with the pass of time. But being honest, Gotham was a criminals dump, and all the help they could get counted.

So, you decided to do you your bit. Trained hard, learned how to hide in the shadows and started to feel that what you did matter to your people. Recognition was not long in coming, although fame was not what you were after anyway. One night a camera caught you beating up one bastard who was trying to assault a young girl, next day you were on the news. Dusk they called you and you were not annoyed by the nickname, it suited you in a certain way.

You soon became another no-faced admired warrior to your neighbours. Not bad for the girl who used to be bookworm theatre kid back in High School. Becoming one of Gotham’s saviours was not one of your dreams job as a child, but life has surprising turns waiting for us. What was even more unexpected is that you ended up meeting one of the other vigilantes and that he had become an interesting fellow during the otherwise solitaire superhero’s nights.

“Nice to see you here in the dead vast and middle of the night, darling” He greeted you, after hearing your feet landing in the same rooftop he was in. Didn’t matter if he was backwards, you had started to think he had developed a sixth sense to notice your presence. You could almost bet he was smiling bellow his metallic helmet.

“Good night, Hodd” You answered coming by his side. “Shakespeare, wasn’t it?”

“Smart girl. Hamlet, more precisely” You agreeded “You arrived later than you use to”

“Missed me, geekie boy?” A little chuckle broke the silence of Gotham.

“Of course I did! I would not wish any companion in the world but you” He crossed his arms in front of his chest, his gaze locked in the city’s sky. “And admit it, you are as much a nerd as I am”

“The Tempest? Have you been rereading Uncle Willy’s plays again?” The question ended up sounding like a half-joke half-teasing “And you are right, bookworm and proud. We wouldn’t get along so easily if I weren’t. I declare after all that there is no enjoyment like reading”

A slow nod was the only answer you received. You were certain that a smile was decorating his face at the moment. But not in a million of years you could have imagined that his usual smirk was now followed by a pinkish tone in his cheeks. How long he had been like this around you? He couldn’t recall exactly. This flirting slightly hided between book quotes and glances had been part of your friendship for quite sometime now.

The only problem? He couldn’t bear with being just a friend anymore. When it had all started? He didn’t know. Maybe the night he met you. And when the two of you started patrolling together like every other night, he couldn’t help coming back to those sweet memories still fresh on his mind.

“Another superhero wannabe” that’s what he thought when he first saw you moving from celling to celling without the grace and rhythm that only years of practice can give you. And he was not wrong, you were an amateur, one who still need to practice, but you definitely were determinate enough for that. Jason was not aware of this, therefore he decided to have some fun.

“What are you doing here?” He asked jumping to your side with a voice tone much deeper than his usual one.

“Patrolling” You managed to say in a whisper, rising your head to look at him directly. Shivers run through your spine, not knowing what to do. But you would not allow him to notice your fear.

“Scared of me darling?” He leaned a little so he could be nearer to your face.

“Not even a little, I know who you are” You answered and somehow the most daring and wittiest part of your mind chose to add the next sentence “And also there is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others.”

“My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.” He finishes almost instinctively.

He stared at your for some instants, not believed the words that had just come out of your lips. Another vigilante? Who quoted Austen? The night was turning up to be quite interesting.

“You are a sharp girl, with a good book taste” He resolved. “Red Hodd, at your service” He offered you his hand and his presentation, although it was no needed.

And that’s how all started, now a few months later you two keep protecting Gotham from whoever and whatever treats it. This night had been tranquil, a seldom occurrence, and Jason hadn’t talked to much, his mind was focused on a matter which had been troubling him for weeks. When the first rays of light threaten to appear, it’s time to farewell. Not without cracking some bad puns first of course.

“But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Dusk is the sun.” He smirked once again.

“First, that’s contradictory. Second, you seriously have to get over your Shakespeare era”.

“Does that mean I don’t get a proper goodbye?” Even with his voice modulator you could hear the teasing edge on the question.”

“Of course, you do” You tried to come up with something silly, yet sweet. “Good night, sweet prince, and flights and angels sing thee to thy rest!”

With that you made a small joking bow and left the rooftop to go back home. It had been enough; Jason had made out his mind. He was going to look for you. He needed to see the unmasked face who had been able to be the first one to win his heart. Luckily, one of his many siblings is a professional hacker.

A bookstore, somehow, he was not surprised at all when Tim found your worked there. In his jean’s pocket there was a small piece of paper with dozens of cheesy books lines that made him think of you. "You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read." "We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright." “You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how” … And those were only the first ones. There were not enough words in the books from your bookstore to describe how nervous he was and how much he wanted to tell you he loved you. But he could at least try.

Your elbows were resting on the counter, another novel laying in front of you. When the doorbell rang announcing another client, you immediately smiled and looked at Jason. You left your seat to meat him by the door, the book long forgotten.

“Took you long enough to find me, geekie boy” You gritted him.

All his speech and quotes banished in the air with just a single sentence of yours. He finally came to himself.

“Wait, were you waiting for me?”

“Of course, I did” You chuckle, God he loved that sound “For almost two months, after all your bad pick-up lines I thought you would be ready to come and met me in person”.

“But… How have you recognized me?” Confusion was still seen on his face.

“Easy. Looked for the libraries and bookstores that had your favourite tittle. Cheeked the names of all the men who borrowed or bought them. Looked for their photos on the internet and compared them with the physical description I had from your” You shrug your shoulders as that work was nothing to you “I am a vigilante after all”.

“I have a brother who would love to meet you, you know?”

“Maybe later, but I guess you came here because you had something to tell me”.

He took a deep breath. Just a few hours, that was all he needed to win you over this time. "In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed.” He said softly, but determinate “You must allow me to tell you how ardently I love and admire you.”

Just after he finished your lips were meeting his in a soft and sweet kiss, like the ones written in romance novels.

“You have bewitched me, body and soul” You whispered to his ear.

“Actually, that’s from the movie, not the book”.

You had to kiss him again, this time with more passion, to shut him up.

#jason todd x y/n #jason todd x reader

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alatusprinz · 1 year

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yan! genshin x darling with abandonment issues

characters : xiao , albedo , kaedehara kazuha x f! reader

warning : obsessive behavior, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, the very stereotypical traits found in yandere lovers, mention of planned/considering murder, manipulation, threatening, etc. reader has abandonment issues, insecurities, and is wary/distrustful about love and romantic partners in general. < fem pronouns used - bride etc >

諸行無常 - 世のすべてのものは、移り変わり、また生まれては消滅する運命を繰り返し、永遠に変わらないものはないということ。

Shogyou mujou - Impermanence. A phrase that means everything in the world repeats its destiny to to be born and to disappear, that there is no existence in the world that remains without changing .

[ prior scenario ]

“hey…” you called out to your captor, finally working up the courage to talk to him like you would to anyone else. when your voice broke the silence in the sullen room, his gaze was immediately directed at you.

“what is it?” you gulped at his curt yet obvious reply, still trying to keep your voice from wavering when you continued onto a subject you knew could upset them or worse. you were displeased by how much you were trembling at the thought, even when there was not an ounce of wrath evident in his voice or face as of present.

in truth, it took you however long you imagine to even work out the confidence to demand such inquiry, it could’ve been days, weeks or even more. you couldn’t have known exactly how long- after all, it’s been a paradox in time since the cursed moment you stepped foot into his lair. you reckon it’s been quite a few months in captivity if not a year already.

“what do you really want from me, keeping me here?” you saw him open his mouth to respond, but you immediately continued without giving him or yourself time. you feared you would lose your will to speak otherwise, despite having repeated the same question in your mind millions of times.

“so now you have me in this cramped room at all times within your sight. i barely move or talk… i’m almost kept like… a doll here.” you kept your eyes on him for any chances of extreme anger or outburst while resuming.

“you see, people lose interest. as time passes, your former shiny doll will always lose its gleam and a new doll will catch your eye. when someone learns a song they adore on zither or harp it won’t matter, the song feels less special once you’ve mastered the flow and rhythm so it belongs to you completely- when the song doesn’t have anything new to offer anymore. you could buy anything and make it your possession, but it will always bore you in the end. it’s a matter of time.” his face remained as blank as ever, still listening carefully to your uncharacteristically melancholic statement today.

“love that comes from mere fascination or ownership… won’t last.”

so let me go while you still cherish me. before you decide to abandon me like a used toy. you were ashamed to admit your original motivation of asking him to let you go won’t leave your mouth.

you would rather bite your tongue and die this very instant than admit to him why you were asking this question after all this time. you tried and tried to repress your feelings, the growing feeling inside your chest that is slowly turning into fondness and familiarity instead of sheer disgust and loathe as you should be feeling. it doesn’t make sense- he robbed you of your everything. everything you learned to be a part of your mundane life, every routine and passion you’ve had (you barely even remember what life was before, but you imagine you could’ve had… those things that made you human.) disappeared like dandelion pappus in the wind. you try, you look at his godforsaken actions he veil and glorify as an act of love, you scoff and ignore and fight with all your will not to bend into his desires as easily. but the crawling, sinking realization you were aware from a while ago ate away at what little left from your pride each moment past.

you couldn’t pretend like everything was normal anymore, not when every inch of your body, every thought surrounding your brain was his love. you knew your true feelings for your captor now. but you couldn’t possibly unravel the truth he oh-so desperately wants- needs to hear. in truth, you felt yourself fall deeper for his wicked charm every day. it made you physically sick but the way he loved you, the way he touched you and caressed your soul, his suffocating care for you felt familiar now, you craved him, you yearned for his impudence in all its glory, the gut wrenchingly familiar scent of his when you awoke from nightmares. you searched for him, you yearned his presence when he wasn’t around and you were positive he knew it. after all, he was the one who trained your body and soul to his perfection- carved your being, to the point you seemed to be the one chasing him at this point in your mind, the only space you have left to you that's private.

it scared you to bits whenever you thought of revealing your feelings. what if he only liked the thrill of your struggles? what if he only wanted the chase? what if he grew tired of you soon now that you’re all boring and “his”?

this is how your thoughts finally manifested itself into a question, to test the waters.

he finally responded.

and it wasn’t at all what you had expected.

xiao ( alatus) .

“how absurd.” xiao really could not understand the worries of you mortals. he could swear to the seven archons that he tried, he had asked around, he read words on papers you call “books” that seemingly guide you when you’re lost, (worthless if you ask him, since it didn’t guide him when he needed it the most with you), he’s spent time observing countless mortals just so he could get a grip on how your restless mind works.

it’s like you seem to confuse him more and more as time passes by, and that was quite the opposite of what he desired.

“what makes you believe you are as worthless as physical objects?” xiao found no reason in mincing his words, your comparison made him offended, if anything. how could you possibly imagine thinking of yourself as the same value of an inanimate object, or even a melody that’s shared between hundreds or thousands at the same time? the idea of you being shared between countless mortals and being another’s “property” left not only a bitter taste in his mouth, but a dangerous, lingering urge to choose destruction.

the general yaksha was no fool to his vow, he was never to harm or terminate mortals, let alone liyue inhabitants. the lord of geo and his contract would not allow. however, a small voice at the back of his voice whispered- he was a guardian yaksha. he was known, a living legend amongst the nationals, surely nobody would dare stand against an Adepti’s desire. after all, mortals were weak and easily manipulated. he could make sure anyone stay away within a minute of a conversation or a… threatening action. and as much as he does not wish to sever his vows to the lord of geo, he certainly held the nonpacifict solution should the circumstances demand.

but... keeping you here, away from those who would bring you harm protects both you, his angel and his vow to avoid harming mortals, don't they? it was the perfect solution.

he thought he had made it clear by now- that he adored you more than anything, that never once in his painfully long existence he had laid his eyes on anything, anyone more sublime than you. and your benevolence gave him the bliss of peace he desperately needed, he basked in your glory, your warmth on the iciest nights he was cursed to spend in solitude.

you saved him- you were xiao’s everything. if you were not to remain his oasis, what more could his sorry existence serve for? for what purpose would the vigilant yaksha continue his never-ending agony for, if not for your heavenly smile? he had never required, or wanted words of gratitude before, he upheld his vows to perfection, well aware that he was an entity destined to live in the shadows, just so the light could shine brighter. however, neither of you knew that it would lead to… this, the one night that you recognized him as the vigilant yaksha where you coincidentally entwined your red strings of fate on Mt. Hulao. (god knows how or why you had wandered into the space meant for the adepti, you truly had no memory of the life before him at this moment, no matter how you tried to reminisce).

you were all Alatus had, all he has ever wanted. his hands were stained crimson red for eternity, but you, he would bring celestia to ruin, defy every archon’s wrath, shield you in his arms and face the eye of the storm if that’s what you desired. to keep your hands clean, and your soul stainless for he was already tarnished beyond repair. the least he could do was protect you, his one and only, from the dirtiest parts of the world.

one whisper from your tender lips, and he would be gone, swift as the wind for his newest mission, mind filled with your loving smile.

“i’ve gave you my word, have i not?” xiao continued, hoping for your understanding behind his stone-cold expression you couldn’t have unraveled.

“...” you remained silent, to his displeasure, he was forced to continue. you and your mortal perplexity.

“i’ve sworn to protect you. an oath is an oath, (name). i will remain by your side. vows are to be upheld in perpetuity.” xiao’s monotone voice sounded as still as ever despite his rather melancholic words.

you, on the other hand, weren’t fully convinced. rather, you didn’t allow yourself to be soothed of your worries precisely because of his nonchalant behavior. there was no way he’d stay… this way for eternity. the perpetuity he speaks of will somehow find its end, your mind convinced.

after all… he offered you his protection, his company and his presence. not… not love. he had never once mentioned the word ‘love’ in your presence, or perhaps ever in his couple millenia of existence had he ever even let the heavy word drop from his lips. and you both knew it was perhaps for a good reason.

to both of your surprise, he finally learns of your worries when you kept your silence with a frown.

with a subtle sigh, Alatus approached you carefully as he always did, as if not to scare you away. (as if you could outrun the yaksha, as if your mind would even let you at this point.). he sat down next to you on your cold bed, then reached out to place his trembling hand on yours.

you might not know, but that’s the only act of intimacy he’s aware of to you humans. you couldn’t help but stare at his gloved hands on yours, the leather-like material sinking on your skin and leaving a heavy sensation with absolutely no trace of warmth. in fact, you had never felt much heat from his body before if your memory serves.

except for the warmth you felt right now, listening to his careful words meant to soothe your concerns. it was almost enough to make you forget the absence of sunlight, the last time you had a deep breath of the fresh morning dew from liyue harbor, the sounds of the city locals chatting away in peace. almost enough to make you forget why you were here to begin with.

“... if my promise isn’t enough… tell me what to do.” you couldn’t mask your surprise when you heard his words. his hand finally relaxed, yet still cold as ever.

“ephemeral circumstances. perpetual agony. that’s all i have ever known.” xiao couldn’t believe how uncharacteristically chatty you forced him to be. but if his mundane words could soothe your bitter expression, there was nothing he was unwilling to do.

“諸行無常. - all worldly existences are impermanent.”

“...but my oath is eternal. i will spend a millenia… an immortal lifetime proving it to you.”

“just speak my name. i will keep you…” he wanted to say happy, he wanted to promise you a joyful life. he wanted to say he would love you... but he was a cursed being, doomed with the vexation of the millions that were slain by his bloodied hands.

“i will keep you safe.” he retracted his arm after his final promise to you, and disappeared without a trace. suddenly, the sullen room looked even darker than you remembered. as if the darkness was all you’ve ever known.

and yet again, the word you desired- no promise of ‘love’ was mentioned.

albedo ( kreideprinz ) .

“so it makes you insecure.” you flinched at his naturally curt reply, cutting through where it hurts the most. it was such a familiar answer from albedo, analyzing even verbal communication with utmost composure and sharp perception. his teal eyes appeared to be shining in the dimly lit room, ice-cold stare almost pinning you down like on a leash.

“you’re struggling with feelings of insecurity and it’s manifesting itself into an apprehensive behavior because you feel like i’d get tired of you once the halo effect wears off.” he continued, all while sitting perfectly still, his posture and gaze remaining as absolute and subtly confident as ever. he had almost never been incorrect about his analysis on you, it’s almost eerie. anything he put his mind to and observed, experimented, hypothesized and concluded, it was more or less on point. and this time too, he didn’t fail to notice your ulterior hidden worries.

the worst part? you were positive he was already well aware of your true feelings behind your distant exterior. after all, he had never been fooled by your acting, never once. he knew you too well to fall for it, and it made you wonder just how long he had observed you before your captivity.

“it seems accurate and human of you to have such concerns. after all, the vast population of mankind seems to have a taste for unfaithfulness. enough to make others spend the rest of their existence cowering in fear of betrayal.” your eyebrows furrowed at his unwelcome analysis on your mindset, reading your deepest fears like an open book on his worn out wooden alchemy table.

“but may i remind you, i am not deeply associated with the majority of humanity to begin with, (name). i’d appreciate if you didn’t see me in the same light as the rest.” his stable voice always tricked your sorry mind into believing the atmosphere was normal and calm. but unfortunately, ticking off the kreideprinz was one of the things you noted to never do again. you could thank your gods that he doesn’t seem too irritated from what you could see.

“humans are an enigma. physical objects and intellectual creations may have its worth hidden in correlation to who possesses them. however, i do believe i don’t… own you.”

the room was immediately silent after his last statement, all you could hear was your heart thumping loudly in your ear, head feeling heavier on your shoulders each second that passed by. he thinks he doesn’t own you? that was the last phrase you thought you would hear from him.

“of course i’d like to own your heart, that’s what lovers are.” what we are - both of you knew that was his true intention behind his somewhat vague wording. “is that what you wish to hear from me, dear? that i love you.” his monotone declaration of “love” sent a wave of warmth, and cowering fear to the pit of your stomach. for one, it certainly was what you desperately craved to hear from the chalk prince. you were so, so close to giving into his sweet temptation, his reserved nature, his teal eyes that seem to only look at you, and his cold, yet addictive touch of hands, caressing you like you were the only existence that he cared about.

yet, his cold tone when he confessed the words of love weighed heavy at the back of your mind, how monotone, and… void he sounded. do people usually sound so laid back when speaking such words? you couldn’t know, you couldn’t remember. but you had a feeling it wasn’t quite the case, that he sounded too empty, his promise sounded heavy, yet desolate at the same time. that your heart felt too burdened from his love, not blissful. but if that were the case, albedo was prepared to mold your tastes until you preferred his weighty love, bitter and cold on your tongue. he'd make sure to train you until all you ever crave is his taste.

“... i love you as much as an artificial being could mimic the humane emotion of love, dearest.” he concluded the conversation coolly and with dignity like he always did, he always got the last word. after all, what he wants goes.

if you happen to disobey… well, let’s just say he was good at getting what he wanted. should he use honey-sweet words, alluring you in, threats, slight or considerable amount of pain and punishment, or make you face a situated scenario that would inevitably push you towards him…

in the end, albedo would have you. - that’s what he had concluded. after all, once again - what he wants, goes.

kaedehara kazuha .

the menacing, yet melodic giggle he responded with sharpened your senses. you never knew what to expect from him, he could easily shatter your soul and courage with one look of his eyes if that was what his mockingly poetic love demanded of him.

“love, you never cease to amaze me.” as expected of the bride, the distinguished lady of the great kaedehara clan he intended to continue. every step you take, every sway of your hair in the end, the rounin felt himself fall deeper for your charm, his one and only perfect love. you were absolutely perfect, you had to be. (you were his, after all.)

he approached you with an intimidatingly slow pace, placed his hand on the top of your head with seemingly great delicacy. the weight of his hand on your head seemed like it was pushing you down, further until you were at his feet- at his complete and eternal mercy. in one way, it was the perfect place for you, his docile loving darling. it should come natural for lovers to please and make one another happy. it should come as easy as breathing to both you and him, after all, he himself was at your feet. why shouldn’t you share the same sentiment, the same desire? he would lay down his life, lay down his everything and more. that’s what love is, existing in this cruel world in the name of your lover.

at least according to what he carved in your mind which you’ve soon learned to accept.

“have i ever once, made you feel unloved or unworthy?...” his hand travelled down, slowly and gently caressing the back of your head, the side of your neck, and lingered at the same spot while feeling your beating heart. (the heart that beats for him - the sinister thought brought a pleased smile to his lips. ) the silent confidence in his statement sent shivers down your spine. of course he was aware, he had never once denied you of your needs, everything except your freedom was in the palm of your hands. with one whisper of your voice, kazuha would carve out his heart, display it on a platter. he would sacrifice his last breath to caress your lips one last time, excarnate his own being and wrap his warm skin around your shivering body if you were cold. going to extreme length to keep you, his angel dove by his side, is an absolute necessity for him.

and the ugly truth was, he expected the exact same from you.

“have i ever left you unsatisfied?” he continued, placing his hands around your neck, not squeezing, but with just enough force of grip for your entire body to tense up in fight-or-flight instinct. too bad neither was an option.

“like i said, you might get bored-” to your surprise, your speech was interrupted.

“boredom is not something associated with true love, my dearest. i can promise you that.” his stable and calm voice never once wavered, and said to you with utmost certainty, almost to the point you allowed yourself to believe the honey-sweet temptation of love he presented you with.

“and if my verbal promise does not suffice…” finally, he wrapped his arms around you, and buried his face into your neck. with a sigh of happiness leaving his lips, he let out a low giggle near your ear.

“i’ll prove it until the rest of my life, until you believe in my love.”

until you believe me - he whispered, placing a sickeningly tender kiss on your neck. the sensation of his alluring kiss lingered on your shivering skin, your mind left blank and tempted. after all, kazuha’ forte was words. he could spin you around like a marionette, should he want.

and that’s what he intended to do. keep, worship and adore his beloved doll, lover for all eternity.

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nahoney22 · 8 months

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Idk if im allowed to ask for another request for the 3000 celebration but your writing is just so good that I can't help myself. Feel free to ignore if you're getting too flooded with requests lol but would I be able to get "tease me until I can't take it anymore" and "I just want to be used by you tonight. Van I be your personal toy?" Smut with F!Reader and sub!crosshair. Keep up the amazing work

3000 Prompt List Celebration

Crosshair X F!Reader

word count: 1k

NSFW

prompts:

“Tease me until I can’t take it no more.”

“I just want to be used by you tonight, can I be your personal toy?”

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Explicit sexual content and language. Sub!crosshair, light dom!female reader. Established relationship, dry humping/grinding, blowjob, teasing, cum denial, praise, pet names, smut without plot (kinda). NSFW under the cut. Not proofread, a little rushed ngl.

Authors note: of course you can ask for another request! I’m just sorry it’s taken like 5 years and it’s not the best. 🩵 @thrawns-babygirl

“I just want to be used by you tonight, can I be your personal toy?”

You stared up at your lover, eyes a little wide and completely stunned at what he just asked. For the last day he had been acting… different. His demeanor had shifted over the past few hours, growing more tense than usual. You had noticed him struggling to articulate something, his words hovering on the tip of his tongue.

But as he looms over you, trained eyes piercingly sharp as they gaze down at you, the question just slipped past his lips. “You want me to use you?” You repeat, quite sure you had heard him correctly but there’s nothing wrong with double checking.

You sense his resolve, his shoulders squaring and eyes finding it hard to stay on yours so with a smirk, you place one hand to his shoulder and push him off you, maneuvering deftly so you were straddling him instead. “Answer me.” You demanded, a fiery desire coursing through you as it appeared Crosshair was yielding control of the situation.

“Yes.” He rasps with a gulp, his eyes a little wide as your confidence shines through straight away. Have you wanted to dominate him as much as he wanted to be submissive to you? He’s sat up, watching you as you begin to tease him with a subtle roll of your hips against his lap, heart hammering in his chest.

He doesn’t particularly know where this sudden desire came from but he wanted a change of pace - he wanted you to take control.

“Now this is an interesting turn of events, Crosshair,” you chime pleasantly, “and not something I’m not going to pass up.”

He remains tight-lipped as you pull your top over your head, tits bouncing free from its confines and you try hard not to blush to the sound of his quiet moan as a result. He almost fails being a sub in a split second, as he so very nearly latched his lips to your stiffening nipples but you were quick to deflect him.

Pressing your hands to his chest, pushing him back until his back hits the mattress you gave him an incredulous look. “Did I say you could kiss my breasts?”

He sighs and shakes his head. “No.”

“No, what?”

He pauses for a second, a deep exhale parting his lips as his cock twitches in his pants at your dominance and how you clearly wanted to be addressed differently. “No… ma’am.”

“Good boy.” You smirk, adding more pressure to his crotch that sends him crazy. You moan yourself a little, the feeling of the thickness of his cock in his pants against your pussy felt so good. In fact, it isn’t long until you are standing, pulling your pants off (too slow for crosshairs liking) until you take yet another seat on his lap and feeling the friction even more. “I can’t wait for you to be inside me, darling.”

Crosshair huffs in response but the lust in his eyes showed everything you needed to know. When you slide his pants off, you sit back and admire how his cock twitches just under your gaze. “Aw, do you need your cock touching?”

The stoic man’s hands clench the sheets beneath him, in torture how you were dragging this out but it is what he wanted after all. “Just,” he whines unable to finish his sentence as his cock already oozes just by the sight of you

“Just, what?”

“Tease me. Tease me until I can’t take it any more.”

His words surprise you once more but the sex crazed smile on your face had you shifting between his legs, fingers gently caressing over his bare thighs. “As you wish.”

Slowly, tortuously slowly, you placed your tongue flat against the inside of his thigh and moved up along his proudly standing erection.

The flat of your tongue slid along his cock as your lips slowly enveloped the head. Crosshairs long lashes fluttered, dark, lust filled eyes finding your gaze.

Your boyfriend whined as he felt his tip touch the back of your warm throat. You moaned at the taste of him, slurping and spitting on his cock just how you wanted to.

His hips start to jut, his heavy breaths becoming ragged as your name slips beautifully past his lips. You know him, you know when he’s about to hit his high and as soon as he gets to his peak, goes curling and moans strangled in his throat, you pull back.

“W-What? Why… babe?” He gasps at the lack of orgasm, by now he would be painting your pretty face with his cum but alas, your face remains clean and smug.

“You’re my toy, remember? You only get to finish when I’m done with you, silly.”

He is watching you with wide, blown eyes as you begin to crawl over the top of him, breasts sliding against his throbbing cock until you maneuver on top of him, your pussy just inches away from his head that was almost begging to be touched by your wet lips.

“You look so good; wanting and needy.”

“You’re fucking incredible.” He breathes, nothing but love on his face and you smirk as you sink onto his length, eliciting the most guttural groan he had ever released.

“Mmm, maker… so, s-so warm.” He rests up on his elbows, hips naturally thrusting up into you but as you tut at him and push against his lower abdomen to halt him.

“No moving.” You commanded and he let out the sweetest whimper of pleasure.

“Please, I need to fuck you so hard.” He sighs, pushing past the firm hold you had as he begged for his needs that you weren’t so willing to give just yet.

“No. Moving.” You repeat, forcing his hips back down as you begin to delicately grind your hips and down against him, his cock stretching you so well that a small curse passes your lips.

“You wanted to be teased, Crosshair,” you rasp, your index finger trailing up his chest that heaved under your touch, caressing up his neck until you grab his chin between your fingers, leaning over his lips, “so this is going to be a long evening for you.”

Masterlist

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yanderes-galore · 2 months

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So, I saw that you do Halo and could you do yandere Gravemind concept!? I'm REALLY curious about how he'd be as a yandere.

Not the weirdest thing I've written, but it also probably not be the last. The term "yandere" is used VERY loosely here.

"Yandere!" Gravemind Concept

(Or The Flood in general?)

Pairing: Dubious

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, OOC Flood (?), "Stalking", Parasites, Graphic descriptions, Death, Violence, Kidnapping, Assimilation, Forced "companionship" (?)

The Flood in Halo is a sentient parasite made out of the space dust of ancient creators/gods (Not Kidding).

It lives to infect and assimilate all organic matter.

It seeks knowledge from assimilated prey and the technology they make.

Having a force of nature such as this obsessed with you? Your fate is sealed.

This is obviously going to be OOC, but let me share some thoughts I've been brewing.

Imagine if the Gravemind could keep a dormant Flood spore in you to communicate or track you.

You can't integrate into society anymore... you're a beacon for The Flood.

Having some sort of "alliance" with The Flood is interesting.

It's possible, we see this in Halo 3.

The Flood Graveminds are the center of a Flood infestation, a hivemind of knowledge.

Who knows why this specific Gravemind is interested in you?

The Flood have their own motives... it's a surprise it hasn't assimilated you into its mass yet.

Having a Gravemind interested in you is the equivalent of just having The Flood after you.

Which is terrifying as Combat Forms are fast and can even learn how to utilize technology such as vehicles.

Plus, there's a good chance you're already infected to some degree.

Not to the point of a Combat Form though, you're still you.

You just have spores deep within you, assimilating you just enough to make you connected to the Gravemind.

It always knows where you are, it can always communicate with your mind as there's spores lodged in there too.

You're, unfortunately, a lost cause.

You're both marked for death, yet also extremely protected.

Those you care about as assimilated and absorbed into the hivemind known as The Flood.

Which only ever gives the Gravemind more knowledge to utilize when communicating with you.

It's terrifying to see the mass of essentially corpses talk to you in poetic rhymes about your life.

The Flood/Gravemind has proven it can choose who it works with.

This is shown with Master Chief and The Arbiter when they had to stop the Halo array.

As long as it is appeased, you can live a long while.

However, most of what you know his Flood bio-matter coating various ships and buildings.

Along with a disturbing stench that smells like both sweat and decay.

Flood forms of all sorts roam around you, but they never attack.

The Gravemind has designated you as an ally.

I imagine the Gravemind would subject you to intellectual conversation.

You either try to find a spot not covered in organic matter to sit and listen... or the Gravemind just dangles you in the air by a tendril.

The intentions of The Flood is set to dubious, as you can't tell why it likes you so much.

All other sentient life is to be assimilated, being food and fodder for the growing infestation.

But you? The Gravemind keeps you around the chat.

It reminds you of the grip it has on you, that there's no escape for you... even if they send a Spartan.

Yet right afterwards the Gravemind offers strangely philosophical conversation.

The mass learns from you through conversation.

The Flood craves knowledge, so it listens eagerly.

Honestly, if someone tried to take you out of the Flood Den the Gravemind created, its defense mechanism is to first send as much Flood as it can to retrieve you.

If it cannot reclaim you... it activates the dormant spores in your body... quickly assimilating you into its network.

Essentially, if it can't keep you, no one can.

Except it will eventually get you in the end... forever part of its hivemind structure.

Safe to say the concept of The Flood being attached to you... is probably one of the most terrifying ideas... and the worst for you out of all the characters I've written.

#yandere halo #yandere the flood #yandere gravemind #I use the term yandere lightly here #this is something else entirely

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i9eto · 2 years

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This can be sfw or nsfw but enemies to lovers Dottore?

fatui doctor

i wrote this at the crack of dawn like it’s literally 5:44 am right now UMMM also idk if this is good cuz it doesn’t really feel like enemies to lovers 😔😔 but dottore is hot so i enjoyed writing this

warning(s): nsfw (minors DNI), dottore x fem!reader, dom dottore, spitting, degrading (he calls you a slut and a whore), pet names (darling, love, good girl (i think)), slight choking, overstimulation, slight size kink, slight pain kink, i think there’s some power play(?), dottore being himself <3

masterlist | part two

you weren’t quite sure how you were put in this situation. one moment you were stressing out about your mission of capturing a certain fatui doctor that you have little to no information about to a stranger who was nice enough to listen to you ramble, and the next you were in your house — in your room — about to hook up with the very same stranger that you just met.

you had met him at the bar you were in as you were trying to drink all your stress away. he called himself dottore, and was fairly interested in what you had to say; engaging in your ramblings, asking about your well-being, even suggesting that you should take a break from work, and in your stressed out state, you found him to be charming.

sure, you weren’t actually planning on sleeping with him, but one thing can lead to another, and you weren’t actually complaining about it, it wasn’t like dottore was unattractive — oh he was far from being unattractive. plus, it’s not like you couldn’t fend for yourself if he turns out to be dangerous. you were strong enough to be put on a mission to catch a fatui harbinger, after all.

he had you pressed against the wall, your back leaning against him as you felt his hot breath fanning against your exposed skin. you were trying your best to stop yourself from whining at the slight feeling of his knee pressing against your cunt. you wanted more, but you were also too embarrassed to show how needy you were.

dottore’s lips ghosted on your neck, and slowly to your jaw. you could practically feel him smirking as he glanced at your slight flushed face from either the alcohol, or from this entire situation that the both of you were in. “you’re very shameless, love,” his voice was nothing above a whisper, “inviting me to your house like this when you barely even know me.” he continued, his smile growing wider.

you glanced at him from the corner of your eye, desperately trying to look at him as he spoke to you. “for you to do this, oh i can only imagine just how pent up you are down there,” he roughly grinded his knee against your clothed cunt, letting a moan out of you. he almost chuckled at your behaviour, amused with how compliant you were.

he brought one hand to your head to slowly caress your hair from behind, “you let out the sweetest sound, y/n, i wonder what else can that pretty mouth of yours do,” he said, his words made your face heat up with want and desperation. the hand that was gently caressing your hair made its way to your chin, tilting your face so you would properly look into dottore’s eyes.

his pupils were slightly dilated, but you didn’t have much time to study his features, his lips already pressing against yours. the kiss was sloppy and desperate, you genuinely just wanted to feel more of him — meanwhile dottore? he was more than happy to give you more.

he slid his tongue into your mouth, his tongue felt hot against yours, making you slightly whine against him. you felt him chuckle to the vibration it produced, his hot breath once again brushing against your lips. you stretched out your hand as you tried to hold him in any way possible given the position he had placed you in.

“please,” you pulled away, panting and still trying to hold him, but he seemed to like seeing you struggle, smiling at you. one of his hands grabbed yours, pushing it to the wall, pressing your palm against the wall — but still holding it, “please? please what?” he asked, his eyes once again staring into yours, almost as if he was trying to intimidate you.

your eyebrows furrowed slightly, your gaze immediately dropping to somewhere else. “i need you to give me more, please,” you said it so meekly, it was enough to make dottore’s cock hard, he loved just how submissive you were. he hummed lowly, grinding his cock against your ass, “you look so helpless, it’s hot.” he whispered, his tongue licking the top of your ear, earning a gasp from you.

“tell me, y/n,” he paused, his hands roaming down your body to slide your dress off of you, the piece of clothing immediately pooling around your feet. “this doctor you’re trying to catch — did he made your life hard?” he asked, his voice had a hint of worry in it, but you didn’t know that he was just faking it. he couldn’t believe it himself — him making your life hard was just so attractive to him, he was even getting turned on from the fact alone. it felt like he had control over your life in some way. but of course, you didn’t have to know that.

you nodded your head, “yes,” you replied, although you were unsure why he was even bringing up the topic. his gloved hands gently caressed the sides of your waist, before slowly turning you around to face him, your body completely bare in front of him. he couldn’t help it, he wanted to study your body in more detail, he couldn't just turn the opportunity down. “you’re beautiful.” he smiled again, you felt your cheeks heating up again but you were unsure how to respond.

you grabbed onto his dress shirt to pull him closer to you, this time to kiss him properly. dottore gladly obliged, one hand holding you by the small of your back while he tries his best to get himself undressed with the other hand. his lips were cold, but soft against yours.

once he was done undressing himself, his free hand slowly slid up from your thigh, and to your cunt, he wasn’t even slightly surprised to feel your cunt throbbing against his fingers. “i can only imagine the pent up frustrations you’re having, darling,” he teased, he watched you break eye contact and once again, he found himself enjoying just how meek, and incredibly submissive you’ve become, he didn’t even have to do a lot of work to get you like this.

“i like hearing you beg, why don’t you be a good girl for me and beg?” he asked suddenly, you were once again embarrassed with his demand, but you were also way too needy to refuse. “i-i,” you choked out, trying to find the right words to say, “i need you, please, i need you to fuck me,” you sounded breathless as you were begging, your eyebrows furrowing as you spoke.

“louder.” he ordered, his voice was stern this time which made you gulp. “please, dottore, fuck me — please just fuck me!” you begged again, this time it was purely out of desperation. you couldn’t understand what kind of expression he was making, it was mixture of lust and amusement from hearing you beg alone. you felt two of his fingers slowly rubbing the entrance of your cunt, the feeling making you moan almost immediately.

you can’t even remember when was the last time you had touched yourself, let alone had sex. “like this?” he asked, watching you nod your head eagerly, “m-more, please,” you said softly, you grind your hips against his fingers once but dottore stopped you, “don’t do anything without my permission.” he once again ordered.

he felt your body go stiff around his fingers, watching you slowly nod you head at his order. seeing how good you were for him, he decided to be nice and pushed the two fingers into your cunt. the foreign feeling felt both good and painful. you let out a soft moan as your body almost stumbled forward if it wasn’t for how strong he was holding you still.

dottore didn’t wait too long to start moving his fingers, stretching out the inside of your pussy so easily, you were sure he’d done this a thousand times. he had his fingers knuckles deep inside of your cunt, and you were so sensitive that you could feel every little move he made with his fingers.

dottore pulled his fingers out completely before pushing it all the way in again, curving his fingers upwards once he reached deep enough, making you gasp. your cunt tightening up around his fingers already. he chuckled, “who would’ve thought someone as powerful as you would be nothing more than a common whore behind curtains?” he laughed, you would’ve felt embarrassed, felt humiliated and even angry to hear anyone saying that to you on any other day, but at the moment? you were reduced to the exact thing he labeled you as; a whore. you wanted nothing more than for him to just fuck you hard.

realising your lack of response, he decided to shove another finger into your cunt, all three fingers pushing deep into you at the same time. “not even gonna deny? aren’t you pathetic,” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. after he was sure that he had stretched you out enough to his liking, he pulled his fingers out. you whined at the sudden lack of friction.

dottore wasn’t in the mood to hear you whine, instantly shushing you up by shoving the fingers that he used to fuck you into your mouth. “clean them up for me, darling,” he smiled. you hadn’t realised just how long his fingers really were until you found yourself struggling to lick all three of his fingers clean, as they were long enough that it almost reached the back of your throat.

you brought one of your hands to hold him by the wrist to keep it still as you tried your best to clean your own slick from his fingers, bobbing your head for better access for yourself. seeing how occupied you were with his fingers, he took that opportunity to slide his cock into you, the size of the head alone made you squeal, the grip on his wrist tightened.

you weren’t even sure when he had taken the rest of his clothes off, you hadn’t realised just how occupied you were when he had his fingers in you that you didn’t even notice him undressing.

you knew he was big in size, but you didn’t expect it to be this big. you weren’t even sure if you could take it all. it only drove dottore crazier seeing how you were already struggling trying to take him, hearing your muffled moans with his fingers still in your mouth. your cunt was wrapping around his cock so nicely, maybe it’s due to the fact that you haven’t had sex in a while — or maybe it was simply because dottore was just big.

he was nice enough to be patient as he slowly slid his entire cock into you, your legs already staggering as you felt him bottom out. a low grunt leaving his lips as he tried to steady his breath, “fuck, y/n, you feel so good,” his voice was deep when he spoke, and his grip on you tightened as he was using your body to hold himself up.

“i’ll fuck you real nice, love, you’ll start thanking that fatui doctor for keeping you all pent up.” he said. you didn’t have time to even process what he meant when you felt his cock moving inside you. you started realising just how sensitive your pussy was when you could feel every vein on his cock just moving and stretching your walls out.

dottore pulled his cock all the way out until only the tip of it remained, and contrasting the first few thrusts that he was so generous to give you, his thrust this time was quick, harsh — painful even. he knew what he was doing, and did it on purpose, he is quite the sadist after all.

your cunt once again tightened around dottore’s cock, a muffled whimper mixed with a moan leaving your mouth which caught him by surprise. your eyes were shut closed, your head leaning against the wall behind you as you finally start to relax and got used to his pace — even if it wasn’t a steady one. “do you like it when it hurts?” he asked, which made you open your eyes.

you shook your head, he noticed tears had welled in your eyes, his cock twitching as he continued fucking you in a harsh pace. dottore removed his fingers from your mouth to give you a chance to speak, “you- you just feel so good, dottore, it doesn’t h-hurt,” you managed to choke out in between your pants and moans, although he didn’t miss the sound of your breath hitching in between your words.

he chuckled again, he liked the way you say things that are exactly what he wants to hear. he leaned closer to you. the first thing that came to your mind was that he was gonna kiss you again. instead, he started latching on your neck, leaving trails of kisses on them.

you tilted your neck for him, giving him more space to leave open mouthed kisses on your neck, which made him groan slightly out of approval. between the nibbling on the soft and sensitive skin of your neck and the feeling of his cock moving in and out of you in a pace you could only imagine to do on your own, you weren’t sure what you were moaning for anymore.

being so close to you, dottore loved hearing you moan and call for his name. he especially loved it when you begged for more, or to go slower, or faster, he was gladly giving you everything that you were asking for.

one of his hands moved up from your ass all the way to your breast, gently cupping them at first. once again moaning his name as you tried to reach for his hand, desperate for any kind of gentle touch from him. surprisingly, dottore intertwined his other hand with yours. the sweet gesture was the exact opposite of the way dottore’s hips were thrusting into you, the way his other hand was playing with your breast, and the way he was biting into your skin whenever you grind on his cock in the way that he wanted you to.

you let out a whimper from all the stimulation you were receiving from him, “too much…” you cried out, “it’s too much,” he could hear you slightly sobbing, “don’t be like that, bunny, i know you can take a little more.” he muttered. you were about to say something in retaliation but was cut off when he started kissing you again, slipping his tongue into your mouth once again.

dottore’s grip on your hand tightened, and his other hand finally stopped teasing the overly sensitive nipple of one of your breasts. he held you by your chin, as he pulled away from the kiss, tilting your head to look at him, he took a second to admire your fucked out face — he couldn’t believe your superiors had put you in charge of capturing him, when you were in fact, nothing more than a slut for him.

dottore quickened his pace, he knew you had been close for a while now judging from how sloppy your grindings were and how much your cunt was tightening up so nicely around him. he let go of your hand, putting his thumb and his index into your mouth.

you were confused with what he was doing, feeling him tugging at your tongue as you forcefully stuck your tongue out for him. “such an obedient little slut,” he mumbled, almost like it was to himself. you looked at him through your blurred vision from how much you were crying from the overstimulation dottore was giving you. you weren’t used to being fucked the way dottore was doing you, it was only natural that your body became sensitive so quickly.

“you wanna cum, don’t you?” dottore asked, and you eagerly nodded, your hips trying their hardest to fuck yourself on his cock. the next thing you knew, you could feel his spit dripping down from the tip of your tongue to the back of your throat, your eyes widened. “swallow.” he ordered, finally letting go of your tongue. seeing you still stunned by his sudden action, he thrusted his cock deep in you, finally getting your attention.

“swallow, and i’ll let you cum.” dottore repeated. you obediently swallowed his spit, you wished you could hide it, but you secretly liked it. your cunt once again tightening around his cock from thinking about what he just did to you. you stuck your tongue out for him to see, it almost caught him by surprise. “good girl,” he praised.

as a reward, dottore’s hand made its way to your cunt, almost immediately finding your already swollen clit, he started to play with it. one second he was gently rubbing circles on it, and the other he was roughly flicking on it. the constant changes on the way he was playing with your clit drove you crazy, the familiar euphoric feeling started to pool in your stomach, only it was building up faster than usual.

your eyebrows furrowed as you pushed your head back. you started holding onto his shoulder a little more for support, as you constantly moaned his name. dottore grinned as he looked at how completely fucked out you looked like, his cock twitching just from the realisation of how hard he had been fucking you. “i-i think i-i’m gonna cum…” you said weakly, panting as your breath started hitching as you felt yourself getting closer and closer.

he wrapped a hand around your neck, grabbing you by your neck to pull you into a kiss. upon feeling how hard his grip was around your neck, and feeling his soft lips against yours again, the knot in your stomach finally snapped.

you felt yourself cumming so much that you had to pull away from the kiss, almost screaming in pleasure as you rest your head against dottore’s shoulder. he didn’t quite mind it, pushing your body straight against the wall so he could fuck you better to chase his own orgasm. “please s-slow down, dottore,” you had no more energy, your voice was soft when you said it.

“be good for me and just take it,” he demanded once again, the hand around your neck tightening once more. dottore took notice that you had enjoyed being choked, he was able to find out from the way your cunt was once again wrapping itself so nicely around his cock whenever he chokes you.

as he was fucking your overstimulated cunt, dottore realised he liked you a lot — not romantically, of course, but he liked you enough to want to keep you around him. just from the thought of having you all to himself, brainwashing you into giving up your line of work, giving up on catching the fatui doctor — him — oh, he needed that to happen.

he absolutely needed someone like you who can help accompany him on nights when his test subjects fail on him, nights when he’s finally done with the mission the tsaritsa had given him. he needed to see you waiting for him in his room every single night.

just from thinking about all the other various things he’d do to you was enough to rile him up, he could feel himself reaching his orgasm. dottore grunted, a small “fuck” leaving his mouth as he looked at you struggling to take it — take him.

the way you were quite literally crying from how sensitive you’ve already become, but how you were also holding back your sobs because you were so desperate to please him. you were so considerate of him, when you barely even know him. “you’re such a good girl for me, you could just tap out if it’s really too much,” he wasn’t sure where his generosity had come from, normally dottore wouldn’t even care if the other person came or not.

you shook your head, your trembling hands reaching out to hold the sides of his face. “i-i want you to feel good too,” you said, you sounded so sweet as you said those words. dottore didn’t even have time to react when he felt his cum shooting out into your cunt. his eyebrows furrowed as his head was pushed back slightly. he moaned out your name quietly, but it was enough for you to hear it.

with a few last thrusts, he finally stopped as he kept his cock in your cunt. both of you were trying to catch your breaths, your arms holding onto him like your life depended on it. your eyes were closed as you were trying to calm yourself down, you were oblivious at the fact that dottore was staring at you.

he surprisingly found you beautiful, to say the least. with the coat of sweat covering your body, some of them dripping down. the way your chest was going up and down from how hard you were breathing. you were more beautiful than any of his creations, any of his experiments, it was impossible. nothing was better than his own creations, yet there you were.

he wasn’t sure what other way to keep you by his side, so he decided to just go for it. even if it was on impulse, and even if it would potentially jeopardise his entire career, “i can take you to the fatui doctor, you just have to promise to stay by my side.” he said suddenly, making you shoot your eyes open. you were shocked, of course, and curious, but you didn’t feel like the current situation you two were in was the right time to talk about that topic. “let’s not talk about work right now. i like this moment to be just about us.” you smiled at him.

he was a little shocked by your response at first, but quickly smiled back. “yeah. you’re right, just us.”

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madamecalypso · 9 days

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Here is part 3 of "The deer 🦌 and the Crow 🐦‍⬛"

Ascension

What is your Desire?...

It's a common slogan for the clubs you have established throughout the Pride ring, including the newest ones here in the Lust ring.

Many are aware that a sinner is not supposed to be in the lust ring or any other rings of hell yet if one of the Princes of hell allows it, the possibilities are endless.

When your first Club gained its popularity, the King of Lust Asmodeus became interested. After all, this was the first time he learned of a sinner who can uncover one's desire with her Hallucikinesis abilities, an ability more potent than his own and use it to lure them into the said establishment. Months after that he diverted his attention to you and your club as it increased in numbers in Pentagon city and throughout the Pride ring.

When he first approached you, he was accompanied by a tall male imp with a jester getup named Fizzarolli who preferred to be called Fizzie. You were surprised by Asmodeus's form. You never imagined the King of Lust to be large, vibrantly-colored, and burly, but you couldn't dismiss his intimidating presence.

He called you the Eminator of Desires. A high contrast to the moniker of the "Nightmare Demon" which every sinner called you prior. He proposed to open up a branch of your club in the Lust ring.

"My Darling, your abilities align with the Sin I represent and I want to take you under my wing. Your potential would grow exponentially in the Lust ring."

The opportunity to leave the Pride ring enticed you, as it offers safety from the yearly extermination and a way to escape the memories that still plague your mind. In all honesty you were set to agree then and there but the King of Lust gave you two weeks to decide.

During those weeks you let the Vees know of what was offered to you. The entertainment district is currently under their dominion and they have fully established themselves as rightful Overlords with you working in the shadows. Vox has every sinner wrapped around his fingers with each release of the latest technology. Valentino with his porn studio, and Velvette with her Fashion Industry and influence in the social media with each sinner hungry for her opinion.

Valentino was the first you confided in. After all, even with his track record of controlling and abusive treatment for his employees and a temperament that can rival Vox, he seems to have a soft spot for you and would listen with an open mind.

"Princessa, it is a big opportunity to be invited by Asmodeus but you'll be leaving us. I cannot wrap my head around the thought of our jewel missing from our hands."

Valentino tried to reason yet he relented in the end seeing your determined face. He knew that when you are set on a plan, nothing can sway you. It was the same when you decided to build your clubs. He is somewhat jealous that you would be moving to the Lust ring, the same place he always wanted to see yet this was empowered with the thought of not seeing you for a while.

All he could do now was sit you on his lap as he gently caressed your face, his face looking longingly at you. His extra pair of arms holding you tightly. The Moth demon knew that the time had come to let go of the third in his and Vox's relationship.

"Our jewel is truly growing as a formidable force, you really are an enigma my heart. Forevermore a mystery for us to uncover."

Vox on the other hand was not as accepting. The leader of the Vees blew a fuse when he learned of your decision. Being overprotective and possessive of you didn't help.

"My answer is NO dearest, you are not leaving the Pride ring!. Why the fuck would you even consider leaving us? You're ours!"

Vox was seething in his seat as he looked at you. The room became a mess after your announcement as he destroyed everything he came across. He always hated feeling the same emotions of abandonment like you and feeling this once again like when Alastor denied his offer to him, is something that he couldn't accept. You leaving is like losing an integral part of him and he couldn't have that.

You walked towards him before gently touching his screen. Your eyes were sad, which immediately stopped him from his tantrum.

"You always knew that this time will come Vox, I was always meant to be a passing fancy. You know my true emotions. Who I would always love"

"But haven't I proven enough that I'm better than that prick!? I'm the one who stayed for fuck sake! Dearest please see reason, I..."

Vox stopped himself as he looked away. Gaining control of his emotions once more he looked at you and grabbed you towards him. Eyes pleading.

"I couldn't lose you too!, I couldn't dearest and you were never a passing fancy to me. I already accepted that Alastor is meant to be my Arch nemesis as long as you are mine to have but if you leave, the power I built for all of us was meant for nothing"

You could only sigh before you kissed his cheek. Sometimes you often wished you had fallen for Vox and Valentino instead. He is an egotistical, charismatic, and manipulative showman of an Overlord who craves attention but to you he was the best companion you were grateful to have including Valentino. Yet he knows that your heart doesn't belong to them.

"I will return when the time comes Vox, when you need me the most, I'll be there"

In the end Vox relented too and throughout the two weeks he often followed you like a lost puppy and to appease him, you showered him with the attention that he craves.

The last one you announced your departure was Velvette. The sinner saw you as somewhat of a mother figure due to being the youngest in the group yet was the most understanding of your decision. She made you promise that you would need to keep your phone at all times and wear every clothes she will send for you in the Lust ring.

And at the end of the two weeks, you sent your response to Asmodeus and you were taken away to the Lust ring.

He helped you enhance your abilities, the power to manifest one's desires and let them hallucinate what they crave the most. You tested your abilities to those around you, including the the darker side of your abilities to punish those who defied you by showing them their greatest fears. As the months passed, he became a father figure to you which Fizzie would often tease you about. He often would join you as you train and in time Fiz became a close friend to you as well with delighted Asmodeus to a great extent.

And now, 2 more years have passed. It's almost 7 years now since you last saw Alastor. Your club was also a great hit to the denizens of hell. It seems like hellborns enjoy partaking with their innermost desires.

The residents of Lust ring were welcoming of you even though you were a sinner. As your clubs increased in numbers here, your employ of Succubus, Incubus and Imps increased as well.

At your arrival you embraced the name Calypso once again, the name Alastor bestowed upon you which you discarded once he left you. It's only fitting, after all you are now hidden away from the influence of all of those in the Pride ring. A sinner of your own free will.

As you watch the patrons of your newest club, hidden away above them in your private office, you couldn't help but smile as your eyes glowed in the dimmed environment of your room. Your office was adorned with the latest leather furniture coloured in black. You always preferred that color with each office you have. This also applies to your attire, even sometimes alternating with reds and lace.

It's always been packed each night since the opening. Hellborn denizens are hungry to feel your powers each night. As your powers grew to establish a secure connection to all of your clubs to ensure the continuous distribution of your powers. Asmodeus also assisted you in improving the concoction that can be airborne in the club to intensify the effects of your abilities, allowing everyone to pick the type of hallucinations they want to have aside from their desires.

Seeing the euphoric look of each patron in the private rooms and those in the main club elated you.

You still long for those you left behind but you are content with the power you have now. You still visit the Pride ring at times to deal with souls who want to bind a contract with you and be under your employ yet you have the Lust ring now as your permanent residency. You have also earned the title of Overlord which elated the Vees.

Now you only need one last thing, or someone.

"Mon corbeau...look how you've grown. You made me proud"

You closed your eyes after hearing the familiar voice of Alastor. To say that you are immune to your own abilities is an understatement. After learning that you could also affect yourself, you indulge in your abilities every once in a while.

After all Alastor was your greatest desire and your powers made it so that you can still see him even after leaving you.

As you opened your eyes, he was in front of you. His form is solid with his ever wavering smile. No one could say that this was just a hallucinatory image created by you.

"You really outdid yourself this time Calypso! You have established to be a prominent and well-known sinner throughout hell. Such an achievement my dear"

You smile drunkenly with pleasure to hear his voice. Eyes tearing up which was always the case when you see his form.

"Yet you are not here Alastor,...you still left me"

"Why the tears my dear? I'm here aren't I? I may be a manifestation of your abilities but still you should be glad that I'm here"

He then laughed before touching your face. You are a masochist to do this to yourself. Obsessive to torture yourself in seeing his face on a daily basis. Yet it was the only way to ensure that you will never forget him.

"If I return Mon corbeau, would you come running? Or are you still set in your revenge plot with Vox?"

He smiles widely, exposing his sharp teeth as his eyes narrows. You could only grin in response as your eyes glowed once more and clouds of smoke appeared around you.

"You're an embodiment of my abilities, of course you know the answer to that already Alastor"

His smiles grew wider to the point of tearing his face before vanishing. You may love him still but should he really return, you have a score to settle with him. He would wish that he never should have left you.

As his form slowly disappears he laughed sinisterly once again, a whisper remained.

"G̶̺̥̎̄͌͑͂̔̏̓̂́̈́͜͝͝͝͝ͅŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅd̶̡̲̗̼̮̤̤̳̲͖͓͍͔͓̓̎̽́̽̏̐͂̆͆͘͘͘ G̶̺̥̎̄͌͑͂̔̏̓̂́̈́͜͝͝͝͝ͅi̶̡̹͈͎̳̞͙͖̾̂̀͑̀͆̑̓̽̉͐͘͘ͅr̵̡͕͈͚͍͍̼͕̍̀̈́̽̎̍͗̍́̏̚͜͠l̶̬̞͎̖͉̹̝͕̝͖̣̉͆"

Well here we are again. The next story will be the main one!

For the tags:

@simpforyou304

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years

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Ou! Another idea! It’s Sheriff reader’s day off & they’re at home, & the yandere bandits break into their home to steal stuff for their darling–not knowing it was their place, & reader comes out in a towel cuz they were bathing. How’d this go down?

(Made a slight change they do know it's your place)

Your little band of misfits crept quietly through the streets; stealthier that usual, for the special heist they had planned. Hours of searching for their dear sheriff's home, they had gotten a little tip from a kind stranger that you didn't even live in town to begin with.

A small cabin just a few miles beyond the towns border is where you called home. It's where the bandits were heading right now, but not exactly to steal from you-even if they were gonna snag a couple things.

The bandits had decided to share the profits of their recent heists with you. This town didn't pay you enough, and they just wanted to give a little something to the honorary member of the group. They most definitely weren't interested in searching through the home of the target mutual affections. No siree.

Just like the stranger said, your house was located a few yards from civilization. A cozy little place, surrounded by a picket fence and about a dozen signs telling people to stay off the property. The group took turns writing little love notes on each one with their names tagged beneath.

They rounded the house, finding an open window when to what looked like your bedroom from what one of them saw. It was as quiet as a ghost town, and not a single light was on; the perfect opportunity. One by one, the bandits filter in through it. As the last one comes in, the leader stops them.

"Whoa, Whoa, Whoa. What are you doing here?"

The bandit looks puzzled. "What do you mean?"

The leader groans. "You're supposed to be look out to make sure the sheriff isn't going home early.

"No, Matthew was... I think-. I'm sure it'll be fine."

They push past the other and join the rest in looking through your belongings. They start hiding things around your room. Jewelry, cash, small trinkets that could catch a pretty penny. It'd be no fun if you found all their gifts at one time.

In the same breath, they steal things of yours to take home. "Don't take anything they wouldn't miss." Is the leaders only rule. One grabs a shirt from the back of your closet. Another, some old notes you'd tossed in the bin.

One Bandit strays off from the group and wonders off to explore other parts of your home. They grab the handle of a door; the knob rattling in its frame as they try to turn it. Locked- That was strange. Where you hiding something behind it? Hearing a faint noise, they put their ear to the door; face growing pale.

"Uh... Guys?"

You sigh in relaxation as you sink into the warm, soapy waters of your bath. It was your first day off in weeks, and you were going to make the most of it. You pitied the deputy who had to work in your place. Maybe you've make it up to them somehow. Probably not.

A radio on the counter played gentle tunes; candles places around the rim of the tub. Your bathroom didn't have windows so you didn't get that nice feel of sunshine, but the candles were a decent replacement.

When you get out to dry off is the first moment you pick up on something being off. You could've sworn you heard laughter from somewhere, but couldn't tell if it was from inside or out your house. The radio blocks out most of the sound, so you eventually drop your guard.

As you wrap the towel around your body to head out, the door knob jiggles. You have to do a double take to make sure you actually saw what you saw. There... was no way that someone actually broke into your house right? It was such a subtle movement that it could be a trick of the light. If someone really had enter your home, they were in a world of hurt for coming on the sheriff's land, and ignoring the warning signs.

You open the door to peak outside; frightening and almost causing the fall of the bandit that had just warned their friends of the sound. You groan internally as you recognize the bandana around their face. You don't know what you expected, but seeing the group of bandits that made your life a living hell was the last thing you wanted to see. Sadly enough, you honestly weren't even that surprised to see them.

The bandits turn in your direction as their partner in crime scrambles away; the door opening further without their weight upon it. Panic sweeps through them all, but that fear is quickly exchanged for a sense of timidity at your current wear.

Though your towel covered eighty percent of your body, hardly any of them had seen you without your uniform before. They thought you looked like a prize before, but seeing you in that state put you in a new light for them all. It was that authority you walked around and that pretty face that first attracted them to you, but now there was another element to the mix. Their tough shelled sheriff was a human being just like them; one hot enough to make sinners like them sweat.

You hold your towel to your chest with a look one could describe as calm anger. You really just wanted to enjoy your one day off.

"...You have ten seconds til I get the gun under the sink."

"...We can make it four if we get a peak."

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere headcanons #yandere drabble #Yandere fic #yandere writing #Yandere Bandit #yandere harem

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thelov3lybookworm · 5 months

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When Shadows Ward Off Darkness. Chapter 2

Prologue Part 1

Summary: The prince is stubborn.

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A/n: not much to say, so enjoy @bibliophiliaxvignette

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Someone sidled up to Gwyn as she pulled out the book she thought would be interesting from its resting place on the shelf.

One glance told Gwyn that it was a young man, not much older than her, a smile on his brutally beautiful face. Gwyn offered a small smile back to him, turning back to the book in her hands.

"Read often?"

Gwyn blinked, realising the question was directed at her. She nodded as she looked at the man, who hummed.

"Can I help you?"

"I would hope so." When Gwyn waited for him to go on, he continued. "What is your favourite one?"

"You will read whatever i rcommend?"

He smiled wider. "I had to gift a book to my sister in law, but sure, I would read it if you told me to."

Gwyn's brows furrowed. Was he flirting with her?

He didn't give her much time to ponder that thought.

"I'm Draven." His hazel eyes stared at her expectantly, waiting for her to offer her name.

"Gwyneth."

He nodded, his eyes sparkling as he pushed back the onyx strands that fell into them, his hands covered in gruesome scars. "So… the book?"

"What kind of books does she read?"

Draven contemplated for a moment, a crease between his brows before he spoke haltingly. "Fantasy? I remember my brother complaining to me about how his wife ignored him half the time and swooned over someone who did not exist. I have also found her blushing and giggling while reading." He paused, realization dawning on his face, and Gwyn grinned.

At the sight of her grin, his lips parted, his eyes growing wide for a moment before he cleared his throat.

"Do books have… are there books that contain… explicit scenes?"

Gwyn burst out laughing. A blush spread over his cheeks, making her laugh harder.

"I like your sister in law. Yes, there are explicit scenes in books." She rolled her eyes. "Come, I'll show you them."

He sputtered, his eyes wide as he stared at her, and she clarified. "I'll show you the aisle that has those kinds of books."

His blush deepened, nodding.

He followed behind her as she waltzed through the bookstore, leading him to where he would find what he wanted.

Gwyn knew she was having a little too much fun watching him squirm under her gaze, but she didn't care.

It was adorable to watch that blush spreading down his neck as he flipped open to a page and read the filth written there.

So adorable that Gwyn would die to watch him blush again.

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This became a routine over the next few months, he would come to the bookstore nearly everyday, and so would she, and she would tell him to read a book she liked, and then they would discuss about it for hours, often times being shooed away by the store owner.

Eventually the two of them began meeting outside of the bookstore, and their friendship began.

And he never once let it slip that he was a prince.

Gwyn shook her head, trying to focus on correctly stacking the pots in her uncle's shop.

"Gwyneth! Be a darling and go feed the cats in the back!" Her uncle's voice said from the front of the shop, making her sigh.

"Sure!" Gwyn called out to her uncle, grabbing the box of leftover food her aunt gave her to feed the cats.

Gwyn ducked out of the dimly lit back into the alleyway coloured by the fading sunlight. The stray cats meowed louder at the sight of her, and she smiled, crouching next to them as she poured the leftover food onto a newspaper, watching as the three little cats crowded around the food and began eating.

Gwyneth loved them. She loved animals in general, but she could not bring them home because her aunt hated them. And so this was the only way Gwyn was able to spend time around animals.

He loves animals too.

Gwyn slapped that thought with a slipper and kicked it out of her mind.

She had barely been five when her uncle had showed her the three cats who had then been little kittens then, and when she had asked him for help in naming the kittens, he had simply named them kitten, kitt and kit. Gwyn had been disappointed then, but her little brain could not come up with any better ideas for their names, so she had to make do with those names.

The alleyway was quiet, nothing different from any other day. There were only a few garbage cans in the alleyway, and nothing else.

It was peaceful, really.

As Gwyn was focused on the cats and making sure they ate properly, trying to ignore the events a few hours prior, she didn't feel the other presence until gravel crunched behind her, and she whipped her head around, barely stopping herself from falling on her ass.

There, near the mouth of the alley, a few feet away from her, stood a person, and she was pretty sure it was a male, though she could not be sure as they had the hood of their cloak pulled low over their face. Though Gwyn was sure she knew who it was.

"Hello, Gwyneth." She definitely knew who it was now.

Gwyn drew her hand back from where it had been caressing kit's head and stood, her heart race picking up. The voice that spoke was definitely masculine, one she knew better than anyone else's, and Gwyn could practically hear the smile in his voice as he opened his mouth.

Gwyn waited for him to go on, but of course she was met with silence. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "How can I help you?"

"You know how you can help me."

She turned away, trying to squash the anger simmering in her belly.

She felt a soft breeze hit the back of her hand before familiar scarred fingers wrapped around her wrist. She tried to tug it out of his grip, a scowl crawling onto her face.

She glared at the hand, then at the owner of it.

"Gwyn, let me explain-"

"There is nothing to explain-"

"Please Gwyn, please." He pleaded, his grip tightening on her wrist.

Gwyn let out a deep sigh.

He took that as his queue to continue. "I am sorry Gwyn, I did not realise that my actions could have hurt you. I am so sorry. Please forgive me."

"How about no?" She shot back, glancing at her cats to see if they were done eating.

He looked taken aback, staring at her slack jawed. "I- you- why not?"

Gwyn blinked at him again. "Why would I want to waste my time with you? Why would I forgive someone who had no problems lying to me?"

He looked offended for a moment, then his expression cleared. "Gwyn, you do remember that you and I have known each other for two years now."

Gwyn lifted a brow. "I do."

He gave her a charming smile. "Does that not outweigh the title I have?"

Gwyn resisted the urge to punch his beautiful face. "The fact that you hid the truth from me about being one of those uncaring, ungrateful scoundrels who cares nothing of his people will always outweigh the trust I had in you."

He frowned, his lower lip jutting out in a small pout.

Gwyn rolled her eyes, turning back to her cats and realising they were done eating and now scattered all over the alleyway, lazing about. Gwyn bent to pick up the leftovers, shoving it all into the garbage can nearby. All while she did that, the prince followed her around.

Gwyn glared at him, heaving an exasperated sigh. "What do you want?"

"Why can't you forgive me for something I have no control over?"

"I am not mad at you for being a part of the royal family, I am mad because you lied to me when you knew how much I hate them."

He stared at her, for long enough that she had to stop herself from squirming.

"So the fact that I am still your friend, still the guy who asked you for book recommendations, means nothing to you?"

Gwyn turned away, knowing she was being irrational.

She shoved aside that rational piece of her mind.

Gwyn rolled her eyes, walking back to the door she had come out from.

There was only silence in the alleyway for a moment, but as soon as she reached out her hand to grasp the door handle, he spoke.

"If you think that you ignoring me and throwing away what we had over a something that does not matter will rid you of me, you are wrong."

She turned her head, though she did not meet his eyes.

"I have been summoned, though I will not let you ruin what we had because you are upset with me like a little girl."

And with that, he walked off.

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annamatix · 3 months

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episode 1 of the jenny-anna taylor jurdan collab series YIPPEE (that's a mouthful we'll need to find a better name)

@viivdle did cardan's pov in two parts (linked at the bottom of this post) and i did jude's here

today’s topic: dancing with our hands tied (jurdan’s version)

“i, i loved you in secret” = jude didn’t tell a single soul that she had feelings for cardan

“first sight, yeah we love without reason” = after their first kiss she was super confused and didn’t understand why she was growing feeling for him, hence the ‘without reason’

“oh, 25 years old” = they weren’t 25, but they were very young so this could mean how literally the fate of the land fae was thrust into the hands of ‘kids’ (18?? 19??)

“oh, how were you to know, my love had been frozen. deep blue but you painted me golden” = in tcp jude clearly states that she is not interested in marrying or has feelings for anyone, but cardan kickstarted those feelings, clearly

“oh, and you held me close” = she was around cardan a lot, he kept her close to stead as seneschal and whatnot

“i could’ve spent forever with your hands in my pockets” = this could refer to the way cardan was slowly becoming more spy-like, learning from the roach (‘hands in my pockets’ = him stealing stuff, like her heart)

“picture of your face in an invisible locket” = 1) this is elfhame, so invisible lockets are totally normal, and 2) this could also mean how cardan was always on jude’s mind, like when he turned into a serpent she still imagined him sitting there, giving her pointers in his own sarcastic way

“you said there was nothing in the world that could stop it, i had a bad feeling” = the way when jude was seneschal, cardan would always say things like ‘what a shame not one of them knows who their real ruler is’ and jude always feeling like this power could slip out of her grasp soon

“and darling, you had turned my bed into a sacred oasis” = smirk (sorry) basically this could be about when jude and cardan did something together and agreed on it, it was a rare moment, making it 'sacred'

“people starting talking putting us through our paces” = there’s lots of whispering in courts like elfhame’s and jurdan was definitely affected by them

“i knew there was no one in the world who could take it, i had a bad feeling” = jude crowned cardan against his will, and she had to bear so many responsibilities, so again she felt like the power could fall from her anytime soon

“but we were dancing, dancing with our hands tied, hands tied” = even though she was seneschal, jude felt powerless in many ways, frustrated that she couldn’t control cardan, hence the ‘hands tied’

“yeah we were dancing, like it was the first time, first time” = jude and cardan kept repressing their feelings for each other, and then whenever they felt something/did something, they were always surprised (‘like it was the first time’ = signaling even though they did it before, they were still shocked, like the first time they did it)

(skipping the rest of the chorus, it’s basically a repeat)

“i, i loved you in spite of, deep fears that the world would divide us” = painfully obvious, a mortal and a faerie?? jude duarte and the beloved high king of elfhame?? not even in your wildest dreams, right?

“so baby can we dance, through an avalanche” = jurdan has been through a LOT together, this somewhat symbolizes that

“and say, say that we got it, i’m a mess but i'm the mess that you wanted” = do i even have to say it? jude i-poison-myself-every-day-and-made-a-deal-with-prince-dain-who-made-me-stab-clean-through-my-hand-plus-i-did-a-shit-ton-of-other-insane-things duarte, and cardan is head over heels for this woman

“oh, cause it’s gravity, keeping you with me” = its so hard to keep cardan under her thumb, and also unbelievable he would do it on his own accord. this could also work romantically, its crazy to her that cardan actually loves her

(skipping the chorus cuz i already did it above)

“i’d kiss you as the lights went out, swaying as the room burned down. i’d hold you as the water rushes in, if i could dance with you again” = symbolizes the time when cardan was a serpent, jude didn’t care which type of cardan he would be, what would happen, or anything else, she just wanted him next to her again. girlie was highkey desperate

(the rest of the song is basically the chorus)

wow thank you for reading until here *bows*

sorry if its shallow jenny is the better analyzer between us two 🙏

cardan's pov part 1

cardan's pov part 2

#phew thats a wrap #cardan greenbriar #jude duarte #jude x cardan #the cruel prince #the wicked king #the queen of nothing #tfota #the folk of the air #jurdan #holly black #taylor swift #taylor swift songs #song analysis #analysis #how the king of elfhame learned to hate stories #idk what else to put that should be it yayy

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sw33t-d1vine · 1 year

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Hello!! I'm sorry for the spam, ur work is just so frickin comforting :]

Do you think you could maybe do a fic of Springtrap comforting the reader when they have trouble with their ADHD, specifically the stutter it gives them, or the pacing? (I have ADHD and these are things I specifically deal with (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠) )

If not is 100% fine, I hope you have an amazing week, and keep doin what ya love!! :D

“ You’re all I want ”

Springtrap x GN!reader

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You’re getting frustrated due to your stuttering, thinking its annoying. Springtrap reassures you it’s alright and to continue talking.

( A/N ) hi lovely tysm for requesting !! this is adorable , i too also have a stutter so this was fun to write !!

Springtrap loved listening to you talk. You would rant and go on about your interests and other things you liked talking about.

He picked up how you always had a hard time speaking, stumbling over words and stuttering, but he never asked about it. You had eventually told him though and mentioned how you had ADHD.

He was patient with you, letting you take your time and find your words. He didn’t mind at all. Everyone has difficulties with some things, yours so happens to be stuttering. It wasn’t your fault you couldn’t control it though, it just happens.

Currently, the two of you were together, you rambling and pacing around and Springtrap listening.

You had started to stutter over your words, making you furrow your eyebrows and frown as you talked. You were getting frustrated, stopping for a moment to take a deep breath, before continuing.

Springtrap hummed watching as you walked around and talked. Again, you started to stutter over more words, before groaning and crossing your arms. “I’m sorry- This is probably annoying you..” You stuttered and frowned down at Springtrap, who looked like he wasn’t bothered at all.

“none sense, dear. It isn’t annoying at all. How about you come sit down instead. Perhaps that will help?” Springtrap suggested. You slowly nodded and sat down in front of him. “A-Are you sure it isn’t annoying..? It must be hard trying to understand me..” You muttered, staring down at the ground below you.

Springtrap let out a hum, “I’m sure, darling. I promise you I am not annoyed with it. I know you can’t help it, so take your time, alright?” He rested a hand on your knee for reassurance.

You only nodded again, giving him a small smile. “..Okay.. thank you, Spring. That means a lot.. Just- It gets annoying sometimes and- I just wish I could control it.” You sighed.

“Don’t worry about it darling, how about you go back to talking about your interest, yes? You were getting to a very interesting part, I’d like to hear more.” Springtrap spoke, making your smile grow and nodding.

The two of you sat together, you continuing to talk and him listening. You could never annoy him..

#fnaf #springtrap #william afton #william afton x reader #five nights at freddys #fnaf william afton #william afton x you #springtrap x reader #five nights at freddy's

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diodellet · 1 year

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hypothermia (capitano x fem!reader)

Note: Characters depicted and featured are based on Herbarium (I imagine that this short fic takes place sometime in part IX. whopperflower) so go and read that before you read this fic!! content warnings: -afab/female!reader, yandere!capitano -dubcon (darling isn't in the right mental space at the start of the act but grows to enjoy it) -chastising self-talk and emotional turmoil from darling's abusive backstory (last reminder to read Herbarium^^!!) ++oral, hair pulling, riding, size difference, lots of lovey dovey hurt/comfort feelings and some nude intimacy in the bath word count: 5.1k words minors do not interact

The pad of your index finger toys with the edge of the page, turning it this way and that, while making sure not to leave a single crease or wrinkle on the paper. How many times have you reread the same line, skimming it again and again yet never quite absorbing the material? Your attention, despite itself, drifts back to his earlier words.

"The Maier son is dead."

How many were dead because of you? How many had he injured in the name of protecting you? You don't dare to glance away from the book you had sat in your lap. Nor do you dare to raise your head. You continue to feign the fact that you were interested in the story in front of you. Some story about a peasant girl attending a ball, reuniting with her first love who became a knight at the same time enamoring a rich nobleman who—

You don't jump at the sound of him calling your name. Instead you stubbornly keep your attention down, on the girl being tugged back and forth between the two men, the narrative likening her to a hapless butterfly, flapping its wings and only growing more trapped in the spider's web, dizzy from the sweet allure of the flower's nectar—

Capitano calls your name a second time. His low voice rumbles from within his chest, making you shudder involuntarily. It is all you have as a warning before one of his hands lands on your shoulder. The other plucks the book you were reading out of your grasp. "Hey—" You startle, stretching an arm out to take it back. The tips of your fingers graze against the edges of the leather cover, only to fall short out of reach.

Your eyes meet his. "Do I have your attention now?"

The retort dies on your lips and you shut your mouth, instead opting to frown. To make your displeasure visible. His palm is warm, an ever-present heat beckoning you to look at him. To lean into him. To respond, at the very least. Anything to dispel the chilling realization that you were alone.

The Maier son is dead. Your ex-foster parents are dead. You are alone in this land of ice and snow. No home, no more family rooting you in Mondstadt. You only have your husband now.

He isn't frowning, per se. You remember how the air turns cold when he's staring down insubordinate recruits, when he's mildly inconvenienced by Tartaglia's cheekiness, or even when he's gotten fed up with your petulant avoidance.

But this emotion coloring his features...

...he almost looks concerned for you. Maybe you're just not used to him taking off his mask within the walls of your home. But it's making you painfully aware that you're being seen.

Your gaze bows down to look at your clenched fists in your lap. "I'm listening now." You internally wince at the curt tone your voice has taken. This isn't how you were supposed to show gratitude to the person who has done nothing except provide warmth, safety, a home you could call your own.

"It can wait." The past few days have felt like a haze and his gentleness cuts through the fog clouding your thoughts. It's almost comforting, yet at the same time, your mind reminds you that he was responsible for—or maybe at the very least, that he might've played some part in the death of your ex-foster family. "Have you been thinking about the Maiers?"

"No," you say quickly, reaching out to grasp his hand. Your grip tightens, a plea for him to believe you. Your sleep has been far from peaceful, soured by bits and pieces of nightmares you can barely remember. How can you not think of your former family after being delivered such news?

Capitano's eyes widen by a mere fraction, before settling back into his neutral expression. "Don't be mistaken." The way he punctuates your name sends a shiver down your spine. "They might have fashioned themselves as a family, whether that be on paper or in front of others. But their treatment towards you was unbecoming and downright cruel of one. They do not deserve such a title anymore."

Panic clutches your throat. Has he seen through your words? You need to rectify that now.

Now, you stupid girl!

Instead, you swallow the words you wanted to counter. "I'm sorry...I'm—I think I'm just..." You don't know what else to say. Guilt wells up from within your stomach, a second 'sorry' lodges itself in your throat. You should have been grateful.

Ever the patient man, Capitano places his other palm atop yours.

You belatedly realize that it was easy to forget that you were in the care of a man who held more than just political renown. He was equally capable of extinguishing your life with his own hands if he wanted to. The way his hands dwarfed yours in comparison is a blaring reminder despite the warm gesture.

"Capitano, will you—" At the sound of his name, his hand shifts, encompassing yours in even more heat. It's dizzying.

Would you come with me? Stay with me? You want to ask, yet the words won't leave your throat.

Your fingers flex, letting the rough lines of his callused palm brush against yours before you pull away. "...nevermind, I'll—" you swallow, the next words leave your lips in a rush. "I'll go now."

[...]

The walk to your shared bedroom from the office does little for your buzzing thoughts. Your side of the bed is cold. Even after burrowing under the sheets, shivers wrack your frame as your meager body heat adjusts to the temperature.

He didn't allow you to run away that quickly though, stopping you in your tracks with a single call of your name before sending you off with a chaste kiss against your knuckles and—

...returning to his paperwork.

In hindsight, you think you should have asked for your book back.

Now alone, your mind spirals back to your earlier conversation with Capitano. He has and continues to see through you. You, with all your faint blemishes and little imperfections and scabbed over wounds—

You squeeze your eyes shut, what were you even trying to say before you left? At this point, you were no different from the hapless maiden in the storybook. No, you were worse, you might as well have waltzed into the spider's lair and narrowly danced out of its grasp before succumbing to the elements.

What were you trying to tell him? That you wanted him to soothe and comfort you? To take you to bed and to make you forget about your former family?

The train of thoughts continues in such a manner, twisting and looping back in on itself, leaving you on the cusp of sleep and awareness. Faintly, you register the edge of the bed dipping with a new entrant's weight. He's sitting next to you, laying a hand on your resting form.

Was he saying something to you? You can't make it out over the rush of blood in your ears. A stuffy sensation clouds your mind, leaving you vulnerable to his touch.

You hear the sound of your name being called, feel the heat of his palm sliding down the curve of your hip. Your building nervousness seizes your throat, but you adamantly force your body to remain still.

The edge of your dress hikes higher up, past your knees, past your thighs. Your eyes fly open at the sensation. Now bared to the cold, goosebumps prickle along the skin of your legs. In spite of that, a stubborn heat gathers in your cheeks, traveling down your spine, pooling in your lower stomach. Capitano nudges your legs apart, his hands settle atop the waistband of your underwear.

"You were awake." He observes—no, he knew all along—that you were feigning sleep.

Weakly shaking your head, you correct him, "I just woke up." It's a bad lie, but your other option was confirming what he already knew. The heat of his palms haven't left your sides, his fingertips dip beneath the soft fabric. "...are you going to continue?" you ask him.

A part of you hopes he wouldn't. "Would you like me to?" Your pulse speeds.

Wordlessly, you raise your hips, allowing him to fully slip off your underwear. It's not quite an answer, but it's a response that he takes in stride. After setting your underwear aside, he pulls your hips flush against him. His hand grazes against your crotch and your breath hitches.

Pulling away, the tips of his fingers are covered in clear arousal, thin viscous strings clinging to the ends of the digits. You move to close your legs, but the larger man has his other hand resting on your knee, keeping you exposed. Open to his ministrations.

His gaze is boring down on you, freezing you in place. And despite the trepidation coursing through you, a small—nonetheless needy—part of you wants him. The only reassurance he gives you is the slow stroke of his thumb against your knee.

The Captain doesn't spin his words with empty fluff and roundabout double-meanings. The same can be said for the way he touches you. Spread them wider.

Taking the cue, you scoot back. Letting him lean closer to you, letting him into your space. He presses his lips to the sensitive skin, trailing gentle kisses along your leg. The intimacy of the gesture isn't what makes you flinch. You can't help the quiet pained noises tearing from your throat when you feel the graze of his teeth. Red imprints—you are sure they will bruise—obscure the scars that marked your legs.

Capitano runs a hand along your inner thigh, the pads of his fingers moving closer and closer to your leaking cunt. As if he were attempting to soothe the trembling that seized your frame. He's close—too close, his breath ghosting along your core elicits a choked gasp from you. You press your lips shut, clap a hand over your mouth for added measure. The insistent heat clinging to the back of your neck creeps higher, setting your cheeks alight.

"W-wait," you weakly protest. "I can't keep my voice in—"

He stops short of making contact with your sex, gaze flicking up to meet yours. His other hand pushes a lock of his hair out of his face, tucking it behind his ear. "If my precious flower is overtaken with pleasure, then she should be as vocal as she likes." His words are muffled as he drags the flat of his tongue up against your slit.

The effect is instantaneous, your head thumps back against the mattress. You can barely hear his next words over the sound of your heartbeat in your ears. "Don't hold yourself back, my dear." Capitano's voice takes a low, dangerous tone. It's all you have as a warning before he seals his mouth over your clit and sucks hard.

Your fingers find purchase on the crown of his head, digging into his scalp. Now uncovered, moans and gasps freely pour from your lips. Your hips buck against the stimulation, aching to bring yourself closer to Capitano. You feel one of his digits prodding at your entrance, effortlessly slipping inside and moving in tandem with his mouth. It doesn't take long for him to find that sensitive bundle of nerves, doesn't take long for that building heat in your lower stomach to coil tighter and tighter, edging you closer to release—

Your first orgasm washes over you, making you cry out. Your grip on Capitano tightens, pulling at his hair and eliciting a deep groan from him. The sound seems to reverberate through your frame, making you moan in response. Through the haze of your vision, you see his demeanor is languid as he continues to envelop your clit in warmth. His eyes are closed in bliss, and his other hand idly runs along an old scar making the back of your thigh. The movement of his fingers inside you slows—not that the speed mattered in the first place, the size of two of his fingers, every movement is—enough to send sparks of pleasure throughout your lower half, drawing out your release for longer.

But when the wave of pleasure runs its course, he doesn't release you from his hold. The heavenly warmth enclosing the nub tips into overstimulation.

"Capitano...it's too much..." Your words are airy from trying to catch your breath, yet your hips continue to cant against him. Greedy for more in spite of what your nerves were yelling you. "...h-hurts..." Tears gather at the corners of your eyes.

He gives you a moment of reprieve and releases the nub, leaving it shiny with spit and red from stimulation. You can feel it throb with your heart's pulse. Capitano doesn't leave you unattended for long though, his arm wraps around your waist and pulls you closer to his mouth. His tongue replaces his fingers, slipping into your entrance and coaxing out more of your arousal. You feel a mix of his saliva and your slick dripping and spilling onto the bed sheets.

"Hnn...Capitano—" you whine, trying to twist out of his grip.

The slow, tantalizing drag of his tongue along the length of your slit is intensified from his earlier ministrations, making you tremble. He hikes one of your legs over his shoulder to gain more access to your cunt.

"Just let me pleasure you," he tells you. You keen as his fingers press more bruises into your thighs. The way he says your name sends a rush of heat down your spine. It's as if you aren't some mere plaything in his hands. Capitano's touch, his words, his warmth—gentle and encompassing—it all makes you feel treasured. He puts his mouth on you again.

No matter how much you writhe, you are left helpless, caged in between the pleasure he's giving you and the mattress of your bed. Even if he isn't focusing on your overstimulated clit, every slight graze of his tongue against the swollen nub makes your toes curl. Your moans pitch higher, growing louder as you reach your peak for the second time. The only thing you can do is squeeze your thighs together, pull him against your core as you come.

God, it hurts—but why does it feel so good?

Stars explode behind your eyes. Your frame trembles with the aftershocks of your orgasm. The insistent heat that has been consuming your lower half pulls away. Without it, you're reminded of how empty you feel, in spite of being brought to release twice. It's as if you've become twice as vulnerable to the cold. But you can still feel his palms caressing the sides of your legs. The weight of Capitano's gaze on you makes you turn your head away, bring one of your arms up to obscure your face, the expression you were making—or it would have if he didn't catch your wrist

"Don't hide." It's the first request he's demanded from you. And you reluctantly obey, lowering your hand from your face, bring yourself to hold his gaze with your own. His hair is mussed up from your attempts to ground yourself. His expression softens for just a fraction of a second, eyes staring intently at you. You tense up as you feel his fingers interlock with yours. Of all things to send your pulse into a frenzy, it's this miniscule gesture—his insistence on being considerate.

How ironic, that it doesn't feel patronizing nor overbearing.

"Are you alright?" Capitano asks you. He wipes at his mouth with his free had removing the remnants of your arousal. For some reason the sight makes you shudder involuntarily. Butterflies are swarming in your stomach, choking out your words.

You can only muster a small nod as a response.

His thumb strokes the backs of your fingers. “Focus on catching your breath first.” Capitano gives your hand a squeeze before moving to rise from the bed. Possibly to draw a bath and to clean you up. A pinprick of dismay cuts through you at that thought, you’re empty and cold and you want—

Before you can think twice, your hand reaches out.

“Wait—” Capitano freezes at your touch. You’re shaking, but it isn’t because of the cold.

Swallowing, you pull yourself into a sitting position. Even the sensation of the bedsheets against your throbbing groin is enough to elicit a hitched breath from you. You clamp your mouth shut and fight the urge to shift your hips. How could you still crave more after that?

“W…will you let me…return the favor?” The last three words come out in a whisper. A part of you braces itself to repeat the question, but you thankfully will not have to. Your gaze glances downwards, at his ignored arousal straining against the fabric of his pants.

The silence of the room—his silence from scrutinizing you as well—is deafening. “...If you insist,” he relents.

Embarrassingly, your legs refuse to cooperate with your attempt to crawl towards him. You end up almost falling into his arms, collapsing against his chest. Stubbornly avoiding his gaze, your fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt. They also refuse to cooperate with you, coming undone much too slowly. With the way you’re sitting in his lap, you can feel his erection against your bare lower half.

He calls your name. Your cheeks are blazing at this point. He grasps your wrists, making you pause. "You're rushing." If you didn’t immediately gratify his needs, how could you call yourself his spouse? This wasn’t enough.

"But, don't you…doesn't it hurt?" Only after have the words left your lips do you realize how naive you sound. Your fingertips linger on the end of a faint scar peeking out from the sliver of skin you were able to bare. Just like you, he holds a canvas of old wounds, injuries that have probably hurt a thousand times worse than what you went through.

His hold on your wrists does not hinder you from continuing to undress him. What does surprise you though is the quiet puff of amused laughter emanating from him. You pause for a second time to gaze at his face. The faintly bright expression, a glimmer of mirth in his irises…

At the rare sight, your pulse stutters in your chest.

“Your earnest determination is more than enough to satisfy me,” Capitano reassures you, lips drawn in a fond smile. You snap yourself out of your stupor and go to unbutton the rest of his shirt before he can catch you staring too intently, trying to commit the close-up sight to memory.

The sound of his laughter in your ears again tells you that you failed.

Your eyes stay pointed at his now-bare chest, run your gaze along the scars that you have uncovered. Lightly trace a finger along the line spanning from the base of his ribcage to his side. An injury sustained several months ago, possibly from a weapon with a serrated blade—the skin is uneven, didn’t heal as seamlessly. Your gaze flicks up to gauge his expression, if he was growing impatient.

But why? You didn’t have to look and double-check though. Underneath your other palm, his chest rises and falls with steady breaths.

Your hand moves to his side, an older scar this time—a stray arrow that grazed him, he didn’t realize that the wound was bleeding until long after the battle had ended. There are more scars marking his back, his legs, especially his hands and forearms. Accidents on the battlefield, vicious beasts, sudden betrayals, time was kind enough to leave some of them as faint white blemishes. As for the others—reminders of his early carelessness, inexperience, and overconfidence—he had eventually grown to accept them as part of his person.

But for you, seeing them again was just like seeing them for the first time.

“...I’m sorry…” The apology spills out from you. You can’t bear to imagine the weight of what he carried during each instance of pain. “...about earlier…I’m sorry.” For being insensitive, for ignoring you, for being ungrateful.

“I should be saying that to you.” Capitano’s fingers brush over a faint white line marring your wrist. His touch is kind, so much kinder than your previous partners. “You’re in pain.”

“Mine? No…” You shake your head. “These—they’re different, they’re…” you trail off. The words ‘unimportant, deserved, ugly’ dance on your tongue.

He lifts your chin with his hand. “Are they also not proof that you fought? That you survived?”

“Survived, maybe.” But you weren’t strong like him. Just cover them up, you want to say. Just take my body as you like and give me bruises in return. You don’t want to look at them. You don’t want him to see them.

Though, that choice wasn’t yours to make.

You swallow down the discomfort as his hands move to the hem of your dress. “Raise your arms,” he says in a soft voice. You obey and let him pull the garment over your head, baring the rest of your body. You feel him press his lips to the crown of your head. Goosebumps pimple your upper back, your arms come up to cover your chest out of reflex. He sets your dress aside and also removes his shirt.

The heat of Capitano’s palms finds your waist. “Let me see you.”

You make a weak sound of protest, but lower your arms and place them against his chest. It’s not that you aren’t able to support yourself, you’re sure that he can hold you up with one hand. Rather, it is the feeling of your arousal dripping along your inner thigh in spite of your mortification. The weight of his gaze is trained on your vulnerable form. Bashfully, you meet his eyes.

…it almost feels like adoration, a warm but ultimately unfamiliar sensation. You want to shy away.

Capitano’s hand moves lower, his thumb brushing against your clit. Your hips buck at the sensation. Breaking eye contact, you squeeze your eyes shut, suddenly overwhelmed at the budding pleasure between your legs. No, this wasn’t right, you were supposed to be pleasuring him.

Your eyes fly open. “N-no…wait, let me…” Somehow you find your voice. His hand stops stimulating the nub but you still have to hold yourself back from grinding against the pad of his callused digit. With a shaky hand, you free his cock from the confines of his pants. At your hesitant touch, you can feel it twitch in your palm. The throbbing heat is dizzying. His grip on your hips tightens for a fraction as you line up the tip with your entrance.

Biting your lip, you lower your hips and let him penetrate you.

He says your name, concern lacing the word. “While I appreciate your attempt to be assertive, you are going to hurt yourself…”

“It’s—hnn… not a problem…” You sink down a few more centimeters onto his shaft. Despite your dismissal, a pained keening noise leaves your throat. How were you able to take him the first time?

“My love, you’re too tight.” Capitano’s palm caresses the side of your face, as if attempting to soothe the crease on your features. Risking a glance at him, you note that he almost looks unfazed at the feeling of your attempts to fit him. “You need to relax…”

If he was so concerned, then why was he—your breath hitches as you feel him grow harder.

His palms return to your sides, fingers pressing lightly into your waist and keeping you from taking more of his cock. Your knees are trembling and you don’t need to look to see that you were only able to fit less than half of its length. But even then, you can feel your entrance already stretching to its limits to accommodate its girth. You feel tears springing to the corners of your eyes.

This was embarrassing, no, more embarrassing than that, your cunt continued to traitorously leak in spite of the overwhelming stimulation.

He presses his forehead against yours. With this proximity, you can feel his breath fan across your lips. “You’re rushing again…slow down…” He is going to leave bruises along your waist. Despite his level-headed voice, you know he’s almost at his limit. You brace a hand against his shoulder. Taking a deep breath, you try again—

So what if it hurts? Just start feeling good already, you’re about to say. But all that leaves your throat is a small whine. “K…kiss me, plea—” Capitano’s lips meet yours, eliciting a soft moan. He doesn’t stop there, his hands reach up to stroke your nipples, sending more sparks of pleasure through your chest. The added stimulation makes your hips buck, shallowly fucking yourself on his cock. Taking more and more until he bottoms out.

The fullness of his length inside you combined with the sight of your joined hips stirs more heat. “Does…it feel good?” you ask, after pulling apart. You bring yourself to glance at his face and feel your pulse come to a standstill.

The look in his eyes—dark with lust, fully and absolutely captivated—captures you. “Yes.” Every breath he takes is measured, the only thing he can do to keep his self-control from snapping. “You feel absolutely divine, my beloved flower.”

How did praise come so easily to him? You feel your cheeks flush. “But I haven’t… started moving yet…”

Capitano’s hand brushes against your lower stomach, before pressing down. Even without exerting that much force, a strangled moan escapes your throat. Your cunt spasms at the sensation. “And yet, you’re tightening around me like a vice…”

Your nails dig into the skin of his shoulder as he lightly pinches and rolls your nipples in between his fingers. Capitano’s words continue, filling your head with him. “...trying to pull me deeper—mm!”

You surge forward and pull him into a deep kiss, swallowing the rest of his words. You run your fingers through his hair, smoothing out the tangles and savoring the silk-like texture against your skin. The painful sensation of trying to fit him has completely dissipated. Uninhibited, you grind against him, and in turn, he meets every cant of your hips. Every brush of his cock against your folds pulls moans and gasps from you, messing up your rhythm.

Starved of air, you break apart to catch your breath. Your legs buckle, no longer able to hold up your weight. But it does little to hinder Capitano’s own need for pleasure, he bounces you on his lap and continues to drive his cock in and out of your cunt. With each thrust, it almost feels as if he was reaching deeper and deeper into you, pushing into your womb.

Your release comes hard and fast, making you seize up and clench down on him. Capitano’s pace grows erratic, you feel his length twitch before spilling his come inside you.

Suddenly, your back meets the mattress of the bed. Your legs twitch as he pulls out, letting his seed drip from your cunt.

Your eyes catch that his erection hasn’t flagged. Another jolt seizes you as his cock rubs against your entrance, lightly spreading your folds and smearing the clear arousal. “A-aren’t you done?” You still haven’t caught your breath, you don’t know if you’re able to take even more—

“I’m afraid I haven’t had my fill yet.” Capitano leans closer to you, bracketing you in his arms. His hair falling past his shoulders comes down like a curtain, seemingly closing you off from the rest of the world. You can only see his expression, pupils dilated with pleasure and ragged breaths pouring from his lips. If looks could kill, it would have been death at first sight for you. “Would you allow me to indulge myself, my darling?”

You wrap your shaking arms around his neck, pull him closer to you and bury your face into the crook of his neck. Let him enter you for a second time.

How many deaths would that make this?

You realize that the trembling of your frame isn’t born from fear, but rather anticipation for what he would do.

So when did you learn to meet his gaze unflinchingly?

[...]

The hot water is a godsend, especially in a land of perpetual winter like Snezhnaya. The heat seeps into your frame. It will do wonders for the impending soreness after you get out of the tub. You can also chalk up the flush in your cheeks to the temperature, and not because of Capitano’s inhuman stamina, not because of his continued insistence on pleasuring you as well, and definitely not because of the way he almost brought you to another climax as he cleaned you up before helping you into the tub.

One of your hands wipes at your face in an attempt to dispel the building fluster. He was going to have to carry you around again. You sink and let the water come up to cover your shoulders, drawing your knees up to your chest and idly stare at the slowing ripples of the water.

“Don’t fall asleep in the bath.” Capitano’s voice brings you out of your thoughts. He closes the door behind him. “You’ll overheat.”

Straightening up, you protest. “I’m—urk—awake!” You wince at the roughness of your voice, bringing up a hand to rub at your throat.

“Good.” His expression gives way to concern. “I’ll prepare some tea for you.”

“N-no, you don’t need to.” The effort it takes to speak at a normal volume is too much, you elect to whisper instead. You shake your head and reach out for him. At the light brush of your fingertips against his wrist, Capitano’s hand envelops yours. “Will you join me?”

“Let me clean myself first, I’ll be with you.” He promises with a press of his lips against the crown of your head.

You stare furtively at his back as he moves to the shower. Count the minutes until the sound of running water stops. When he steps out, he meets your gaze, catches you staring at his well-endowed form, the droplets of water running down the lines of muscle—

Embarrassed, you duck your gaze and scoot over to make space for him in the tub. The water level rises at the presence of another person.

“May I?” Capitano’s hands hover short of making contact with your shoulders.

“...mhm.” You make a soft noise of assent, lightly flinching at the weight of his touch against your bare skin. His thumbs rub soothing circles into you, your eyes flutter shut and you lean against him. The steady thump of his heartbeat is comforting.

…It almost feels like home in his arms.

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