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paimonial-rage · 6 months

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from your character analysis ask meme, for alhaitham: Are they prone to jealousy? would he be too logical to be jealous? Would his jealousy be in vain or would it perhaps be a sign that his partner has crossed the line of sorts?

Definition of jealousy:

I apologize for taking some time with this ask. I’m going to answer this in a more analytical format because I think this situation calls for it. I want to say that no, under normal circumstances, Alhaitham is not the kind of person to get jealous. In my experience, there are usually three triggers for jealousy:

1. Reader interacting normally with friends and hobbies and partner gets (unreasonably) jealous

2. Reader getting too involved with spending time with friends/hobbies not realizing they’re neglecting partner which gets them (reasonably) jealous

3. Reader specifically does things that will incite jealousy within partner by purposefully doing things like ignoring partner or flirting with others

Alhaitham would not get jealous under the first instance. Being a very independent person, he would understand and respect his partner’s need for it as well. The second instance would be the closest he’d feel to your definition of jealousy. While he’d be able to withstand it for a while, eventually he’d probably feel neglected and would pull you away to capture your sole attention.

As for the third scenario, while he would get upset and would get jealous, I don’t believe this would happen in a normal relationship. Personally, I would never flirt with someone that isn’t my partner just for fun, even if I’m close to them. I think that’s a very hurtful thing to do to someone that has feelings for you.

So long story short, no, I don’t think Alhaitham is prone to jealousy. Not that he’s “too logical” to be jealous. He just understands and respects people’s need for independence. That being said, he probably can end up feeling neglected if left alone too long.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #anon #character analysis ask meme #now as i always do i’m going to answer the part you’re looking for in the tags #the reason why alhaitham wouldnt be a jealous person is that hes both reasonable and he doesnt play games #when you enter into a relationship with alhaitham he will make time for you and seek you out #he's self-regulating in that way that he'll make sure to get his fill of you regularly #even if you are busy he'll find some way to slot yourself in your schedule #and like... the thing with him is that he really doesnt need much #itd take you turning him down consistently for other things for him to get jealous and feel neglected #this is when he gets immature because if you try to spend time with him after you can expect some passive aggressive sass #'hmm... you seemed to be having a lot more fun with them instead'#you'd have to make it up to him #add onto that someone flirting with you? he'd swoop in there to stake his claim #that being said i highly doubt this would happen often?#you'd have to be REALLY DENSE to neglect him up to this point #when he is feeling neglected expect him to be more physically touchy #he'd just want you near #haha #sorry this isnt much #i'm the wrong person to go to for jealousy asks #i'm not a person that finds jealousy attractive #unreasonable jealousy i find restrictive and childish #reasonable jealousy i find as a sign i am not doing my job as a significant other #my job as someone's partner is to make them feel loved and needed no matter what #so if theyre not feeling that that means i'm doing something wrong and i need to fix it

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dawndelion-winery · 2 years

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Tiddie Pillow

Falling asleep on their chest

Ft. Diluc, Kaeya, Itto, Dottore

Diluc:

He often works late and finds you exhausted from waiting for him

As much as he insists you should get your sleep even if it means he'll come home to a quiet house, he can't help but feel a guilty joy in knowing you'd stay up for him

So what better way to express his gratitude than to carry you to bed and tuck you in

He'll kiss your forehead as he tells you to get some rest, promising he'll be with you once he's washed up

Then he slides under the covers with you, pulling you on top of him

There's some sort of reassurance in having your weight on him, like a reminder he's not alone

His hand caresses your hair, cradling your head against his chest as his other hand holds your waist

He hums until you're sound asleep, blushing when you murmur how comfy his tiddies are in your sleep

Kaeya:

What is the point of a tiddie window if not for you, his beloved, to have free access to his tiddies?

They're your personal portable pillows

He also runs pretty cold, which makes them perfect for warm days

He enjoys it too, having your face buried in his tiddies to cool off while his own face couldn't be any warmer from how you keep nuzzling your cheeks on him

There's a gentle tingling when he strokes your cheek with his fingertips

And he quite likes the way you bury your face further in his chest when he touches the back of your neck with his cold hands

He'll rest his cheek on your head as his fingers wander from your face to your back and anywhere else within reach

He could get used to this sort of relaxation

Itto:

Did I mention he's a showoff?

You like his tiddies? Well, he's yours, so by extension, they are too

You'll have your face planted slam into them when he pulls you into hugs that are normally quite suffocating

He means well, he just has cuteness aggression because you're the cutest in his eyes

You should probably be a little more mindful though

He might be dense, but even he can see you drooling over his tits

Not that he'd complain though - he flaunts them more around you if anything

Arms, abs, anything for you, really

Like yeah, he knows you think he's hot, and he enjoys having you look at him too

But he's a little slow, so you've a good five minutes of running your hands on his chest before he realises you aren't actually listening to his heartbeat

It's ok, he still loves your horny ass

Dottore:

You're lucky he's deemed you irreplaceable

He noticed you were tired when you accidentally yawned a little too loudly for his liking

And he snapped, asking who would interrupt only to find it was you instead of one of the pesky subordinates

Right, your health was far more delicate then his since you weren't used to neglecting your welfare for weeks on end for the sake of an experiment

He tended to forget that

"Get some rest, you'll be a hindrance if you get sick."

If it were anyone else, it'd be rude since he said it without even looking at you, but let's face it, for Dottore to be concerned whether you're sick??? Favouritism smh

Except there's nowhere to rest in his lab because it's too cluttered and he has the only chair

So you're stuck on his lap not that you mind

You're supposed to rest, so he makes you lean against him and pats your head to make sure you're comfy every now and then

Don't ask how that works ok, that's his affection, take it or leave it

You'll get head scritches if he's frustrated though, so expect to be treated a bit like a personal squeeze toy which is really just brief cuddles

Don't grab his tiddies unless you've convinced him that you're asleep because that's the only way he'll let it slide

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spikesbimbo · 3 years

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Pairing: ushijima x f!reader

Tags: housewife!reader, hurt/comfort, wall fucking, neglected reader, breeding kink, daddy kink, cockwarming

a/n: umm,... repost

Word count:1.2k

18+ Minors DNI

You'd never thought you'd be in this situation, going out of your way to get your husband's attention. To the point of wearing a cute little apron, barely there clothes, and purposely bending over in front of him while making you two dinner.

But something you should have expected was your husband not taking a hint, only being to understand with words. Leading him to say “are you feeling okay” immediately making you unsettled, why was it so hard for you to say what you wanted. How hard was it to tell your husband “hey i want your dick in me right now”. What man would say no to that?

Anxiety pooling up in you, letting the worse of the thoughts get into your head, thinking he doesn't want you because he's not attracted to you anymore, after 5 years of being together, two of them married. But what was going on in his head was him worrying if you were okay, never acting like this before, even having the audacity to put his hand on your head checking for a fever.

Tears start forming in your eyes, never feeling so belittled even though it was your fault, him rushing to cup your cheek thinking there was definitely something wrong with you, not knowing it was his, in your minds, fault.

“Are you okay love?” he softly says, which makes you fall apart, the tears from being so needy now running down your face.

He hesitates, not knowing what to do in this situation other than wipe the dramatic tears running down your face, causing you to feel even worse for making him put up with you like this. How selfish were you to act like this when your husband was working all day, proving for the both of you.

“Tell me what's wrong and i can fix it.” he said, always being reliable, taking responsibility into his own hands. That's one of the many things you loved about him, was that he would always take care of you, so why were you so afraid to say it? Was it the embarrassment of being this needy after not getting fucked for a week and half due to his team travelling? Acting like he was gone for a year at war or something.

All you had to do was ask. But you didn't want to burden him, today being the second day he's been home, still going to practice, but coming home to you every night. At this point you couldn't even get yourself off, crying quietly in the shower because “your fingers didn't feel the same as his”.

You turned your head up to his, looking him in the eyes, seeing him blurred but still being able to make out his handsome face. You try to build up to courage to tell him

“Have I been neglecting you?” he said, realizing the situation he had caused, that he let it get this far to the point where you were crying. “I'm sorry doll.” he continued, putting his lips on yours, working to fix the problem.

He moves you to the walk leaning you against it, you pushing deeper into the kiss, him deciding that you needed it here, right now. He moves one of his hands from your face down to your ass, breaking the kiss looking you in the eyes to see if you were sure that you wanted this, another thing you loved about him, always being a gentleman.

You respond by dragging him back in, nodding into the kiss, not wanting him to see your face be even more of a mess.

“please...daddy~” you moan out after he puts his thigh in between your legs, rubbing it how he knows you like.

“I got you love.” he says following through, as always. Pulling down those little shorts, that he was trying to control himself around, not realizing the reason you were doing it. Him not trying to hold back his groan seeing you weren't wearing any panties feeling how wet you were, fuck he messed up.

He remembers everything you tell him, from saying how he should make more noise when you to fuck, the complete silence being awkward, to you confessing your fantasies that he gladly went along with, as a good husband should.

“Please…” you start again grinding onto his clothed cock, drenching his shorts in your wetness. He moved his hand to your clit to which you shook your head in protest, not needing any prep just needing him inside you.

Luckily he wasn't as dense to your actions when you two were intimate, learning your body language quickly, understanding what you needed. He made his actions match his thoughts by dropping his shorts, freezing his cock, mouthwateringly hard, you whining at the sight of it.

He pushed you against the wall picking you up by your thighs, spreading them far apart enough to where he could fit in, not even needing to shove his way in due to your state.

“Fuck honey.” he groaned settling himself in you, your walls spasming around him ducking your head into his schedule, embarrassed that you already came from him just being inside you, something you loved so much, even him letting you keep it in you after you two finished.

He started thrusting into you, not being able to control himself after seeing you act like that. "you must've really needed me hmm?” he asks fucking you to the point where you couldn’t even respond if you wanted to, his cock focing its way into your cervix, making you gasp between your moans and whines.

“L-love you daddy” you whimper out, not wanting him to feel bad, continuing by pulling him in for a kiss, leaving you in a makeshift mating press, your legs being pushed up as far as they could so you could kiss him. Him reaching further, if even possible, into you.

“Mm sorry love, i won't leave you alone ever again” he stated, your foreheads barely touching, his sweat dripping onto your apron that was still on. The sight of him being so fucked out, making you clench around him.

“Fuck” he groans filling you up, after you mowhined out for him to cum in you, some of it escaping and dripping onto the floor, you following soon after seeing how worked up he got making you not even need to be touched anywhere else.

He continued thrusting into you after a short minute, wanting to please you, a physical way of saying i'm sorry. “Gonna give you a baby, then you won't be lonely anymore.” he groaned fucking his cum into you. You crying out at the thought, wanting him to stuff you even more full.

“please, please! ple-” you tried to say, coming out distorted, but he could read you. Him continuing leaning back to make you more comfortable, your legs haphazardly wrapped around his waist. Him abiding to your needs by cumming in you multiple times, while making you do the same.

You two sat on the table where the food you were making was sitting, now cold as hours went by, him not pulling out of you wondering if he was serious about what he said.

“toshi” you croaked out, your voice being long gone. “Can we wash up, i'm kinda hungry.” You asked, planning to get him to fuck you after you ate.

“Yeah love.” he said picking you up, still not pulling out for the sake of your sanity, and carrying you two to the bathroom where he would have a long drawn out talk with you, as always.

#respost #iykyk #ushijima smut #haikyuu smut #ushijima x reader #haikyuu x reader #wakatoshi x reader #wakatoshi smut #hq smut #hq x reader #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles #hq x you #haikyuu headcanons

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yandere-wishes · 4 years

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Eight Tries //Obey Me Yandere! Asmodeus x reader //

Thank you so so much for this wonderful prompt @feedmestraycats. Icon made by the lovly @bbelphie!

TW: attempted suicide, mention of rape/noncon, gore, murder, cheating

This was getting old, he still wasn't home and there was no point in pretending that he was just running late. No, you knew that your husband was not coming back home tonight, maybe if you were lucky you would find him passed out on the couch sometime in the late afternoon once you returned from the marketplace.

There was no reason to spend the dreary and dull night alone. If that spoiled hero you called a husband could be spending such a gorgeous night, out with some prostitute from the slums then you could also be having some naughty fun~

--To call your current like a nightmare was an understatement. People awake from nightmares, they could open their eyes and be back in the safety of their warm beds, next to the person they loved. But the second your eyes opened you entered a hell on earth, there wasn't any escape, no freedom...and the worst part was that there was not a single soul to comfort you--

Five red candles set in a circle each one a blase with a tiny passionate flame. Two twigs inserted parallel to one another, caging in the dried corpse of a scorpion. Next is the demon's sacred seal written in the summoner's blood, elegantly and delicately. Sprinkle it with salt and state the ungodly words. "Oh, great Asmodeus lord of love, aviator of lust, I become thee come forth to me, I offer you my body and soul"

--You had been born to a noble family in a small and rather poor town. Despite the town economical standpoint, the natives were tremendously kind and neighborly. Everyone shared whatever little of anything they may have had. Your family, in particular, was the most charitable. Giving and giving as much as humanly possible. When it came time for you to chose a husband, your father requested you marry someone from the town, someone you truly loved disregarding how poor or wealthy they may be. Marry for love he insisted but keep it in the family. Regardless to say that's what you did. You found a man and fell in love, married a month later in a joyous celebration in which the whole town had been invited to....but then HE came along--

The circle in front of you puffed with a cloud of thick pink smoke. It invaded your sense, plunging into your mind and sending waves of ecstasy. It was a rush pure lust was infected into your entire body...

but then it stopped, neglecting your corpse and leaving you you confused and sweaty. It was in that eerie moment that the demon decided to manifest himself. He stood tall in all his glory, petite bat wings spread out. If it weren't for the dark shadow and uncharacteristic bitter frown spread thinly across his face, he would have looked as beautiful and perfect as the first miserable night you played eyes on him.

--In the dead of night Asmodeus had murdered your husband in clod blood. He had made you watch as he shredded your lover's corps leaving only a messy pile of blood and organs on the bed. But that had not been enough for the lord of lust. On that same blood-soaked bed he had defiled you, raped you and stolen what was meant for the man who's blood you now laid in, a weeping mess reeking of that demon's stench. Your parents had found you the following day. They were sent into an accentuated frenzy. How could such a horrifying thing happen? By the following year, you'd been wed again, only for Asmodeus to return on the night of your marriage and decimate your new husband. By the fourth accurations, the townsfolk had deemed you cursed, at first they tried all that they could to save you from this dreadful beast. But all too soon it had turned into a competition. "Who could marry the nobleman's daughter and survive the next day." Desperate to wed you off your parents accepted any challenger who arrived....and each was dead by the morning of your marriage. By the sixth time, the townsfolk had already tried to kill you on multiple occasions. The sweet and caring town you knew had been annihilated replaced by this bitter, angry village of unkind and untrusting residents. And Asmodeus? Well, he'd made a game out of this, each time he'd find a new grisly way to slaughter your new husband and a new repugnant way to rape you. By the seventh husband, you'd already attempted four suicides. All resulting in fallierur, by some black miracle that dreadful demon was always able to save you and keep you alive. All hope was lost or so it seemed.--

"He's out again..." Was there any need to explain why you'd summons him. Over the last two years since your wedding to the "hero", these summonings had been almost routine.

"Of course he is darling~ did you really think you were enough to satisfy him? hm?"

The words stabbed your heart like a million needles at once, the reality was all too fragile and could come crumbling down at any given time. You had never been enough, this was a well-known fact at this point. You had never been enough for your lovers, parents or town's people and now you weren't even enough for your own husband, the man that had saved you from all your miseries.

"Love, he's a hero. Hero's don't settle down and live domestic lives with their loved ones and children. They need the torture of missions and anguish of journeys to feel alive. When they leave it all behind they wind up as hollow husks filling out the rest of their existence with alcohol and street women."

--After having prayed to God for too many days and nights to count, he's finally sent you a hero. Tobias was sent to vanquish the demon Asmodeus and merry you as a reward. At the time you'd all thought he had succeeded, that the avatar of lust was really dead. The thought had brought you joyous days and depressing nights. A part of you was beyond thankful that he was finally gone. The other half missed and longed for his lips on yours, for his hands brushing against your skin, the feel of his honey-colored lock tangled in between your fingers. You missed your tormentor...

At first, you and Tobias had been like any young couple so in love to notice the conflict of the world around you, so in love to disregard each other's sharp edges. So in love, until you were no longer. The first year had been sweet and peacful, every day was a harmonious dream...but then Tobias started coming home late, neglecting your presence. Some nights he wouldn't return at all and you'd run into town finding him in some pub drunk and with some random woman clinging to him. You spent those nights crying yourself into fitful revolting dreams of happiness and death. The old pre-suicidal habits had returned. One night the blade slipped and slashed a vain to deep, mentally exhausted you simply laid there waiting for the blood to run out. That's when you saw him again. Over the years he hadn't changed one bit, flirty smile and reddish-yellow eyes still playful and dark. He'd brought you back again and stayed with you until morning. The occurrence repeated it's self like clockwork until one night it was no longer dying and talking but summoning and...more. It felt right to feel him all over you again. His toxic presence made you feel complete, filling up holes in your soul.--

Asmodeus stalked closer, arms slinging in that all too causal way. You didn't dare take a step back, having played this game enough times to know every result before it even sprouted.

"(Y/N) why won't you listen to me! How dense do you have to be to repeat the same mistake eight times! Eight freaking times before it dawns on you that you are wrong! You will always be wrong! No worthless human or "holy hero" can ever love you as I do. I'm the only one. I'll always be the only one!"

Your brain screamed that he was wrong, that you could have had a prouspoures, dazzling life had he not killed your first husband or second or even third. Ir was his fault that your beloved town had been plagued with riots and corruption. He taught your people to sin, to ignore the words of God and his angels! Yet your cracked heart knew that he was right, no man would ever love you again... hey all married you for some selfish obligation or another. And Tobias....Tobias was the worst of all. He was forced to marry you by the holy on. Thrust into a loveless marriage with the suicidal "beauty" he was forced to save. Why couldn't God have just killed you all those years ago? Given the poor "Miss wanna die" her sole wish. He was right, this MONSTER was had always been right! No one loved you. You were less than the rubble under people's feet. Even noble god had turned his back on you...but he, this evil demon...Asmodeus had always come back for you. Hw stole your innocence, your purity, your life! your destiny was forever ruled by him. Maybe that's what you were so constantly in pain and isolation. You were trying to outrun your furutre. Why? What was the point of escaping your inevitable faith? Let it go, submit, your miserable life would finally become less of a burden. Give up, hand over the crumpled misery you called life to Asmodeus, let him take over. It would all finally be over. No more pain, loneliness, the misery would come to a sweet end!

In a daring, insanity driven moment you lunged yourself forward gripping Asmodeus' toned shoulders with all your strenghth. Fingernails digging deeper and deeper into his creamy skin. Crashing your lips onto his, trying to let the kiss speak for you. Begging he would comprehend your actions, praying he would accept your submission. In no time he took over, dominating the kiss, slipping his wet muscle into your mouth. Running his larger hands to your lower back. Dipping lower and lower, squeezing anything he could get his hand on. He was the one to (shockinly) break the kiss. He slowly pulled away leaving behind a thin string of saliva. His lush lips were pulled into a smug smirk, his eyes were lightening up with the most joy you'd ever seen. Forcefully he pulled you closer to his chest. Holding your head where his heart would have been.

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