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yandere Lizzy Midford (platonic)
Clingy, dependent, obsessive 
She picks your clothes, and she doesn't care if you like them. She also picks your hair and makeup, and accessories. You always match her. It’s how she claims you as hers (whether she sees you as family, a beloved friend, ect). 
Everyday with her is treated as a sleepover- you spend every second of the day together, and you have to constantly entertain her. If the conversation lulls for even a moment, she’s getting worried- are you mad? Is something wrong? You're not thinking of leaving, right? RIGHT? 
She manipulates, but she doesn't mean to. She really wants you to love her, truly. But her habit of throwing a fit, pouting, and crying, it’s hard not to do what she wants. 
Forced affection! You WILL be holding her hand, cuddling her, helping her with her hair, complimenting her, and letting her dote on you. If your relationship resembles that of best friends or siblings, you will sleep in her bed with her. 
She loves to bring you out into public with her! She wants to show you off! Show how close you two are, how lucky she is to have you. It would be cute, if it didn't make you feel like a trophy or a pet. It’s hard for you to put on a smile, but when you see how happy it makes her, you grin and bear it. Maybe, you're starting to care for her after all? 
Extra- she immediately introduces you to ciel, and i think that could result in sharing you. Lizzy would be overjoyed if Ciel grew to care about you as well.
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wxntxr-cxtrxs · 1 month
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yandere grell
Delusional, clingy, obsessive 
She’s obsessed with a lover’s suicide! (that’s canon) but since she cant die, that’s on you. She knows you’ll come back as a reaper, and can't wait to spend all of eternity with you, at your side. Your beauty and grace is sure to fade with age, and she just wants to preserve you as you are. 
Despite this, she wants to enjoy your time as a human. You have so much potential, still being alive and all. She’s so interested in the beauty of being human, being able to change and experience the world not as an onlooker but as an active part of it. 
But once that’s worn off, you will be expected to punch your own ticket, so to say. While you’re still alive, anything can happen to you, and grell wont risk that. Anyone could hurt you, kill you even, and if that happens there’s no getting you back. 
You can earn some serious points by wearing red! Grell wont demand you let her pick your outfits, but would love it if you wanted to match or get her opinions. She also would love to paint your nails 
Her love for you is proclaimed loudly and often, and you would be smart not to fight this. Grell has waited years for a lover like you, and will never let you go now that she has you. Everyone will know your hers. Everyone will know to stay away. 
She’ll often resort to physical threats and intimidation (she’d never actually kill you, but you don't know that). Eventually, the revving of a chainsaw is all it takes for your blood to run cold. 
She’s pretty delusional about your and your relationship, so you have a surprising amount of freedom in some departments. For example, if you're not constantly showing affection, you're ‘shy’ and ‘cute’. If you fight back, you're ‘a tease’ and ‘playing hard to get’. Either way, you're just as in love as she is. 
Surprisingly, she’s not a bad yandere to have. If you're even a little bit compliant, she’ll assume you love her and she’ll be happy. Even the occasional compliment or smile can keep her satisfied for days. 
Her vision of the future is pretty vague other than: 1. You kill yourself and become a reaper. 2. You marry her. Other than that, if she’s with you, you can sort of choose how things go. Anything you want she’ll make happen, no price too steep for love, afterall. 
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Yandere Alois (platonic)
Platonic! Alois- 
Delusional, affectionate, cruel 
He's the most dangerous by far. His extreme moods and volatile personality meant that even if you’re trying to be the loving family member he wants, he’s likely to still lash out. What he expects from you changes day to day, sometimes hour to hour. And he won't express it to you verbally, he just expects you to know. 
After a while, his servants help you determine his mood, not for your sake, but for his. They want him to be happy, and will only help you to help him. Speaking of his servants, you won't have any luck trying to befriend them. You’ll be all alone except for Alois. 
His punishments are physical, and exceptionally cruel. He’s likely to gouge an eye out, or permanently scar you. Also, if he leaves a physical mark, he’ll get angry at you anytime he sees it. 
He feels extreme bouts of guilt and shame for his actions, where he’ll beg for your forgiveness, begging to be able to make it up to you. Anything you want, he’ll do. Don't leave, don't leave, please, don't leave. And he means it- for you, he’d do anything. Anything you want (besides your freedom) you can have. 
He’s one who will make you uncomfortable for sure- he has no respect for boundaries or your feelings. You exist for him. You live and die for him. 
He’s likely to break you by accident, and throw a fit when no one can fix you. Despite this, he’ll never let you go, not ever. If he does break you, he’ll likely cry about it for days, weeks even. He’ll be inconsolable. He’d do anything to bring you back as you had been. 
He’s the type of yandere that might threaten or attempt suicide if you tired to escape. Obviously, his demons will find you, but you will have broken him. After that, everything seems pointless. He might kill you, and then himself. 
Was it really so hard to love him? Was he so bad? So unlovable?
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wxntxr-cxtrxs · 1 month
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Yandere Ciel (platonic)
Platonic! Ciel- 
Controlling, possessive, calculated 
He lost his parents so young, he’s desperate to be loved and cared for. So desperate, he legitimately turned to a demon. So if you show him even the slightest bit of kindness, you're his. 
He’ll do anything to get you into the manor, and once you venture in, you’ll never be able to leave. He doesn't want to keep you restrained (the illusion you love him is important) but he’d be quick to try and break you. Even if you're almost a lifeless doll, just having you in his life is enough. 
He will have you fill the role of parent or sibling, but officially you will be house staff. Despite this, you don't have to do any work. Even things like cooking or cleaning, that parents tend to do, will be taken care of by the servants. Your job is to be with him and care for him. Nothing more, but he also won't settle for less. 
He expects you to check up on him- all the time. Even if he told you he’s busy, a real family member who loved him would keep checking in. He expects you to show interest in the things he does- his hobbies and his work. He expects you to act proud of him. 
He won’t let you be seen in public, or even at events in the manor. He’s both aware that his relationship to you is nonstandard, and also he’s crazy possessive. 
He doesn't want you to be friends with the servants, but he’ll tolerate you being close with sebastian. Other than that, your life consists of only ciel. 
He will test you, all the time. He’ll construct situations where your loyalty, love, and devotion are put to the test. He’ll make sure you think of him first. He expects you to be willing to die for him (though he’d never let anything happen to you- you, the only family he has left). 
Also, while ciel hates sharing, especially you, he would be willing and able to share you with lizzy. But she’s the only one. 
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wxntxr-cxtrxs · 1 month
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yandere Sebastian
Sebastian- 
Manipulative, secretive, stalkerish, 
He wants to control all aspects of your life, he wants to make all of your meals (depending, he might insist on cutting your food himself, feeding you by hand, etc) he picks out all of your clothes (and dresses/ undresses you) he does your hair. He is sure to always do these things to your liking (clothes you enjoy wearing, food you like, hairstyles that suit you and are comfortable, etc) he does care about your comfort, but more so, he cares that you’re compliant 
He wants you to be with him at all times, and if he has to be away, he wants you in the manor, despite it all, he does trust ciel and the other servants. Not to mention, they think so highly of him, they’d never question him or his orders.  
Wont shy away from punishments (but will try everything before physically hurting you)(starts with a reprimand, then you lose certain privileges, then he’ll lock you up and isolate you, then he’ll resort to eliminating your loved ones, then, and only then, will he resort to actually hurting you) 
With his silver tongue he can manipulate you easily, especially if you have bonds with the others in the manor, cause even if you don't care about him, he’ll guilt you with everyone else (he will absolutely bring up how everyone’s counting on you, how they’d be crushed if you left, how ciel has next to no one he can count on) if he can make you stay in the manor, winning you over will be easy 
He doesn't mind you being friends with the others in the manor, he knows they know their place. Not to mention, they’ll report back to him on everything you do or say. He truly has eyes and ears everywhere. 
Escaping him would be impossible. Not only is he a supernatural being, who has shown to be unstoppable in all fields, but if you were to get away, he’d always find you. And truthfully, after one escape attempt certain rights you will never get back. (ex, before escaping, you were allowed to wander the grounds, now, if your not with him, your confined to your room) 
He will absolutely force affection on you- a arm around your waist, his hand over yours, you will be expected to kiss him if he asks. Also, don't wander too far from him, even if it’s done without bad intentions, he’ll not be happy. 
Ask before you do things! He’s a demon, a higher being, and he wants to be treated like it. You can earn major points this way, but you’ll probably never be able to trick him. Asking him to pick your clothes, do your hair, or make you a certain meal may seem like an inconvenience, but he loves knowing you rely on him. He’s more capable than a human could ever dream to be. 
He doesn't mind rewarding good behavior- if you’re affectionate and listen to him, he loves to dote on you. He is a butler afterall, so acts of service is his love language. 
You never have to lift a finger, and he prefers you don't. You can keep your hobbies, but chores or working is out of the question. 
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wxntxr-cxtrxs · 1 month
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Burning Heat (shen x mui)
Mui’s hands had worked diligently at his tie, well practiced after doing it for so long. She stands close to him, body almost pushed against his, so much shorter than him that he can't really see her face from such a steep angle, but even so, he knows her face well enough to know the way her brows furrow just so when she’s focused on something. 
He lets his hands rest at his sides, and like everyday, he resists the urge to touch her. Shen makes casual conversation, stealing a glance down at her once or twice. She seems delighted anytime they talk, and he wonders if she enjoys this closeness as well. It’s so fleeting, but it’s always something he looks forward to. 
When she retracts her hands, for just a second, her fingers brush his neck. The touch is so brief he could have imagined it, if not for the way his skin was left burning from the scorching heat of her hands.
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wxntxr-cxtrxs · 1 month
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His Mistake (Shen x Mui)
“Master Shen,” her voice calls, sweetly. She asks about his day, and he tries to focus on the conversation; tries not to fixate on her lips, soft looking and pulled into a slight smile, the way they always were when they were together. she must notice he seems distracted, because she tries his name again, lips wrapped around the syllables of his name. 
Mui had always been formal with him, sweet and kind but always with the veneer of polite respect. His name, but always preceded with a title, as if it was necessary to keep the distance of formality between them. Maybe it was. 
He feels at ease with her; like the world is far away and he could spend forever in these moments of talking casually with her, teasing her lightly because she’s just too cute. When he’s with her, it’s easy to forget everything else. He feels so at ease that sometimes his fingers twitch with the desire to reach out and touch her- sometimes he does; a hand on the top of her head, fingers pinching at her cheeks, a hand on her arm. He’s glad for the gloves he wears, separating him from truly touching her- if he did, he knows he’d not be able to pull his hand away. 
Sometimes, he’s thankful for the carefully calculated space carved between them; standing so close, but just far enough that their hands are unlikely to brush. Conversations between them that feel so easy, so natural, he can almost pretend that being together would really be like that- easy. But her words are careful, and anytime she calls out to him, it’s ‘master shen’, a reminder of the space between them.  
Later, long after he and Mui had each retired to their respective rooms, he thinks about their time together. Mui had attached herself to him, dutifully following him around, carefully taking note of him, carefully getting to know him. Somehow, despite his best efforts, she’d found a way to work her way into his life, slowly at first, so slowly he hadn't noticed her sneaking up on him until she was already too close. And then all at once everything was her- her; waiting for him after missions, her; making him meals, her; tying his tie in the morning with gentle hands and a soft smile. He hadn't even noticed how she’d figured him out so completely. And somehow, in the process, he had gotten to know her; had gotten used to her constant presence in his life. Maybe that was his mistake. 
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wxntxr-cxtrxs · 2 months
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in open air (Ferdinand)
You sit in his lap, pushing your hips down against him, watching his fair complexion grow flushed with arousal. Ferdinand had always been so prim and proper, everything a noble should be- maybe that’s why it was things like this that drove him wild. Stolen moments where you pulled him into shadowed corners of the monastery and pressed your bodies together, so time for romance, no time for the grand shows of affection he so loved to shower you with. 
Tucked away in a forgotten room, you had pushed him down into an old chair and quickly crawled up into his lap. If you had the time, you’d spend hours teasing him, driving him up the wall, you’d let hours drag on as you showed him all the things you had been thinking during the day. But you don't have time for that, not for any of it. You don't have the time or the privacy to undress, choosing to instead press against him through your clothes. Even through the many layers of clothes, you can feel how hot he’s running. 
“We can't do this here,” he says, more for show than anything else. Despite how he denies it, you know the thrill of doing something like this excites him. If the flush on his face wasn't evidence enough, the tent in his pants was. 
“If you’re quiet, we won't get caught.” you whisper, and roll your hips against his with an unforetold hunger. His body jerks under you, and he chokes on a groan. You smile down at him, and lean in to whisper. “Careful, don't let anyone hear you.”
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wxntxr-cxtrxs · 2 months
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arranged marriage (Sylvain)
Your arrangement isn't forged until you’re both enrolled in the officers academy, though you and him had known each other briefly before then. Maybe your family owned land near his family’s.  
The shift in him is obvious and immediate. No longer is he flirty and fun towards you, now he’s avoidant and cold, spending as little time with you as possible.  
Sylvain isn't happy. Honestly, he’s probably the least happy with an arranged marriage out of the whole cast. He’s initially very cold to you. A part of him knows it’s not your fault, that you're just as much a prisoner to this marriage as he is, but that does little to dull the pain of having his future stolen away from such a young age. 
Oddly enough, I think it might be you that has to ease his mind about the marriage, not the other way around. Sylvain is convinced that you only see him for his potential to have crest bearing children- after all, that’s why this marriage was forged. 
But if you take the time to get to know him, really get to know him, he can't help but melt. Deep down, he wants to be happy, and he wants to be happy with you. If you take the time to really see him, that’s all he’s ever wanted. 
He falls for you for your sense of humor, and for the way you manage to smile through such an unhappy circumstance. He knows it must not have been easy for you, having your whole life planned for you by your parents, not to mention how unkind he acted towards you in the beginning. 
The irony is not lost on him that he spent his whole life protesting marriage, and the politics of crests, and arranged marriages- only to meet the love of his life through an arranged marriage.
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wxntxr-cxtrxs · 2 months
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arranged marriage (Claude)
Your arranged marriage isn't made until you’re in your early teens, maybe thirteen- fourteen. You’d never even met him until now, and it’s to confirm the arrangement his family had proposed. 
To be honest, he isn't thrilled about an arranged marriage. He’s someone who wants to forge his own path, and having this sprung on him isn't a surprise he enjoys. Still, he understands it’s his responsibility, and he’s determined to make the best of it. 
He immediately begins attempting to court you. Flowers, gifts, sharing meals together. Anything he thinks you may enjoy. Afterall, if you’re going to be married, it’s best to build a strong foundation. 
If you’re receptive to his advances, I imagine he’d be pretty happy with that, and would openly announce it when you both enrolled in the officers academy. He jokingly refers to you as ‘his fiancee’ anytime someone flirts with you, not out of any jealousy, more so to make you laugh. 
If you’re not receptive, he understands. Romance is something that can't be forced, and he knows that it may feel like this was forced upon you. He won't push a romance with you, he respects you and your boundaries too much. 
He begins to fall for you at the officers academy, going to class with you, seeing you interact with your classmates, eating meals with you in the dining hall. He finds it hard not to fall in love with you. 
I could see his free spirited nature making you anxious, as he does come off as a flirt. But if he catches on that it bothers you, he’ll immediately quit. You’ve been by his side through so much, he can't stand the idea of losing you, especially not over something he could fix.
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wxntxr-cxtrxs · 2 months
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arranged marriage (Edelgard)
Assuming your marriage was arranged from birth, I imagine she begins to fall for you when you’re fairly young, most likely before the officers academy. Maybe even before she acquired her second crest. 
El is mostly indifferent to an arranged marriage. It’s not that she doesn't care, just that she is able to follow your lead. If you want to court properly, she will. If you’d rather just pretend it’s not happening, she’ll follow suit as well. 
Edelgard is probably one who has a fairly easy time falling for you despite the circumstances. She understands it’s not ideal, but her grounded and realistic nature makes her accepting of the fact that you are in her life to stay, no matter how that came to be. 
She isn't such a hopeless romantic, she knows political marriages aren't based on romance or love or desire, that this marriage is only for political benefit. 
But when she’s with you, she feels her heartbeat pound and her cheeks flush. Your smile lights up her whole day. She finds herself looking forward to the time she spends with you. You bring out a softer side of her. 
If you do decide to pursue romance with her, she’s overjoyed. As time progresses and you stay by her side, you’ll get to see a softer, less guarded side of her. 
If you decide that you aren't interested in a romance with her, she will remain at your side, even if it hurts her. She wonders why you seem so opposed to marrying her? A lack of attraction? Unhappiness with the circumstances? 
No matter what, she tries to make your life a happy one. She sees to it that all of your wants and needs are met, and that you are as happy as you can be with her. 
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wxntxr-cxtrxs · 2 months
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Blog Guide
Hia, I’m citrus, 22, she/her. 
I write requests! 
Any character under 18 will be aged up! Characters under 15 can only be requested platonically! 
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Fire emblem three houses (All of the students, Seteth, Flayn, Rhea, Jeritza) 
DDLC / doki doki literature club! (monika, sayori, yuri, natuski) 
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If you want someone who isn't on the list, feel free to ask anyways! I might have forgotten them! The worst I can say is no! 
Expect more fandoms to be added over time!
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wxntxr-cxtrxs · 2 months
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praise (Ferdinand)
“Look at you,” you coo, tilting his head up with a hand under his chin. “So good for me,” you appraise. Ferdinand is on his knees, shirt unbuttoned and hanging from his shoulders, removed and pants undone just enough to free his erection to the night air. He seems to be encouraged by your words of praise, if the twitch of his cock is any indication. His face is flushed, and his hands are clasped behind his back as he awaits your orders. You sit on his bed, legs spread to allow him to see you, but not to touch. 
You guide his head with your hands, leading his face to your thigh, and without even having to say the words, he begins kissing up your leg with a fervor. His tongue slides along your skin as his kisses litter your skin, eager, but still taking his time. You smile at his dedication to your pleasure, and you promise you’ll reward his efforts tenfold. His hands clutch just above your knee, and you press your shin forward to press against his cock. He shudders, and lets out a soft noise against the flesh of your thigh. His tongue inches up your skin, and he glances up at you, silently asking for permission. You nod once, and he makes quick work settling his face against you, dragging his tongue through your folds and enjoying the taste of you. 
You feel him roll his hips forward, seeking out friction against your leg, but he doesnt let it distract him from attending to your needs first and foremost. 
Ferdinand was talented, in all things, but especially here. It’s not long before he has your body burning up under his efforts. 
“Ah, just like that.” you say, and he delights in the sound.
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wxntxr-cxtrxs · 2 months
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his orders (Hubert)
“Strip,” he orders, his voice is barely above a whisper, but in the silence of his room, you can't miss it. He sits in a chair pulled up to the side of the bed, watching you where you stand by the door. You feel yourself blush, and feel your body freeze despite the heat that is rushing through you. “Don't make me repeat myself.” Hubert warms, though you can hear the fondness in his voice, no matter how he tries to hide it. Still, you wouldn't dare disobey. Not when his hungry gaze creeps up your body, and not when you know he always makes it worth your while. 
You force yourself to move, quickly stepping closer to get away from the door and kicking off your shoes, followed by fumbling with your shirt. Your fingers are clumsy with the buttons, but eventually you feel yourself from the fabric and move on to the rest of your clothes. 
Hubert watches you, his enjoyment obvious, as you undress before him. With every inch of your body made visible, his gaze darkens into something more and more hungry. His glint with some kind of malicious intent, and it sends a shiver through you at the thought of what he has in mind. Finally, you stand completely bare in front of him, fighting the urge to cross your arms in front of yourself to hide from his unrelenting gaze. He considers you for a long moment, watching your hands struggle to remain at your sides. Watching the way you can't quite meet his eye. 
“Come here.” he orders, after a moment, to let you stand in your own embarrassment. You step towards him quickly, and you stop when you’ve come to stand between his knees. He gives a smile, one that says the night is just beginning. “On your knees.”
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wxntxr-cxtrxs · 2 months
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the flesh of fantasy (Felix)
Felix knows how disgusting this is. How furious and betrayed you’d feel if you knew. But that doesn't stop him from biting down on the knuckles of his free hand as he pumps his cock to thoughts of you. Your smile, your laugh, the way you say his name. Innocent things. And then, some less innocent things. The time he had pinned you beneath him while sparring, the way you had bent over to pick up a fallen book in the library. No memory of you is safe from the fantasies that plague him. 
He imagines you under him, just like that day in the training grounds. He imagines your eyes falling closed in pleasure, your face flushed, your skin damp with sweat. Felix strokes himself quickly, head tossed back. He imagines your hands; far more soft than his, and warm, and so kind- he imagines how you’d touch him, your hesitant touch growing more sure as you watch him get off on your touch. He imagines your voice calling his name as he pounds into you, the way you’d moan desperately as he fucks you hard up against the wall, the way you’d come undone around his fingers as he works you open, the way you’d look up at him with that adoring gaze of yours when you suck him off. 
The imagine of you on your knees before him, looking up at him is what finally pushes him over the edge- his orgasm comes crashing down around him as his fantasy plays out. Your hands on his thighs, his cock buried deep in your throat, your eyes locked onto his as your tongue licks up his shaft. 
When his fantasy subsides, and the pleasure fades, he’s pulled back to reality. He’s back in his room, back pressed to the wall, panting out labored breaths- alone. 
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wxntxr-cxtrxs · 2 months
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in the dark (Jeritza)
In his mind, you beg for him. That soft, sweet, little voice of yours calls out for him. He knows he can't afford to think of things like this- can't afford to think of you like this. In the midst of a war, in the midst of battle no less, he’d found himself consumed with thoughts of you. Now that he had a moment alone in his room, the thoughts became too much to bear. 
Memories of you flood his mind; the way you had smiled as your enjoyed a meal in the dining hall, the way you had laughed when one of your friends had made a joke you found funny, the way your eyes glinted with something dangerous when you struck down a foe on the battlefield, a slight bit of blood splattering against you face. 
He’s more than aware of how wrong it is to recall you now, in the dark quiet of his room, with his clothes hastily discarded to the far corners of the room. He’s more than aware that you can never know how he thinks of you, how he longs to touch you, to feel you tremble under his hands. 
But in the solitude of his room he can shake the guilt for a quiet moment of respite, from the burning desire. He runs his hand up the length of his cock, closing his eyes to imagine your hand- so soft and small. He strokes himself quickly, telling himself that once he’s finished, he won't do this again. But how many times had he made the same promise to himself? And still, he continued with this agony. His hand moves of its own accord as his mind conjures images of you. There’s guilt in his actions, of course, but the shame soon gives way to the pleasure that his hand brings him. Stroking himself to competition in the dark of his room, he allows himself to sigh your name in a moment of hazy pleasure.
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wxntxr-cxtrxs · 2 months
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your beck and call (Jeritza)
His body is tensed below yours, as you crawl up his lap until your ass is less than inches from his cock. Your hands come to rest on his chest, and you push gently. He follows your lead to fall back onto the bed, eye locked with yours as he awaits your next move. Under such an intense gaze, you’d expect to be nervous, but feelings of embarrassment and any nerves you once had are gone, replaced with confidence as you find a man like Jeritza- so powerful and strong, easily releases control in favor of you taking the reins. 
You lean over him, back arched, and smooth one hand up his body. His body is toned, his torso sculpted with muscles that are now pulled taunt, his body fighting to remain still as your warm hands explore his upper body. Your fingers dance carefully along the scars littering his body; paying careful attention to each one. You take a moment to appreciate his face in this moment- pale features flushed red, eyes fixed on you, the way he allows himself to be at ease under your hands. It’s in moments like this that you're reminded how startlingly beautiful he was. 
You inch forward allowing your clothed body to slide over his cock, and you don't miss the way his eyes fall closed and his jaw sets hard as he forces himself to stay still and silent. Your hands rest on his shoulders as you roll your hips, grinding against his length and watching his face as his mouth falls open in a soft groan.
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