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rookie98writes · 7 months

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Don't Mind Me

Relationship: Hatake Kakashi x fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI

Warnings: smut, established relationship, masturbation (male), teasing, cockwarming, riding, voice kink, praise kink, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, POV reader

Word Count: 4.3k

Summary: You're settling in for bed, but Kakashi isn't quite ready to sleep.

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Anyone who knew Kakashi Hatake knew that there were only a few things he was likely to be doing at any given time. Training was high on the list, as well as going out on missions or indulging Gai in yet another competition; all activities designed to keep his body fit and his skills sharp. But when he allowed himself some true restful downtime, he had one favorite pastime: reading Icha Icha.

Kakashi was infamously known to kick back with his book in any number of locations. He could be spotted in even the most public of places—surrounded by superiors or students alike—with one of his ever-present paperbacks tipped in such a way that no nosy onlookers could peer over his shoulder.

As if the entire village couldn't tell the content of those pages from the book's cover, the author's reputation, or the Copy Ninja's giggles.

And as often as he could be seen reading in public, Kakashi spent just as much time reading in the comfort of his own home. Reading before bed was an old habit of his, since he'd first turned to books as a potential distraction from the nightmare fodder constantly rattling around in his head. Over time, Kakashi found the near-perfect antidote to his nightmares in the romantic exploits of the Icha lcha series, buying copy after copy to ensure he would never go without.

More recently, he'd stumbled upon the good fortune to find you, and the romance that blossomed between the two of you was something that Icha Icha just couldn't match.

He still liked to flip through the book before falling asleep, but you suspected it was more out of routine than necessity. These days, the best way Kakashi knew to fall asleep was to get tangled up in bed with you, and it was a sentiment you wholeheartedly shared.

As he read, you nuzzled yourself into the perfect position against him. You loved the feeling of his arm around your waist, his solid form under your fingertips, his cheek resting on the top of your head. He would breathe so gently, you barely felt his chest rise and fall. Every minute or two, you would hear Kakashi turn a page; the sweetest domestic white noise lulling you to sleep.

Just as you had nearly drifted off, something disturbed you just enough to snap you back to consciousness. Maybe it was some tiny twitch of Kakashi's muscle, or a slight change in temperature in the room, or maybe one of your synapses just tripped over its own feet. But whatever the cause, your eyes fluttered open and adjusted to the low light of Kakashi's reading lamp.

As your vision focused, you first spotted the gently illuminated pages of the book Kakashi held in his left hand, his wrist still propped on your hip. The writing on the pages was distorted in your blurry vision. You couldn't discern what was happening on the page, but the number printed neatly at the bottom let you know he'd gotten through about thirty pages since you'd snuggled in with a kiss on his cheek and a whispered 'goodnight.’

Then your focus shifted as movement a little further back caught your eye.

Looking past the book, you were treated to the sight of Kakashi's free hand working over his exposed cock, his fingers wrapped around the shaft and stroking over the length at a languid pace. He was in a state just shy of fully erect, the skin gliding up to roll over the ridge of his cockhead with every upward motion. The tip was slightly darkened, with a generous drop of opaline precum welling at the slit.

It didn't take even one second for your entire body to react; your eyes widening, your cheeks flushing, your mouth watering. And that's to say nothing of the reaction between your legs.

Your body was excitedly awake, but your brain seemed to be lagging behind.

"What’a’ya doin’?" you heard yourself ask, the words blending together in a poor attempt at shaking off the dregs of sleep.

It was a stupid question—there really wasn't any way to misinterpret what you were seeing—but still, the words tumbled off your traitorous tongue without any command.

"Hm?" He turned his head just enough to fix his charcoal eye on you. A rosy blush colored his cheeks, but you weren't sure if it was there before or after you'd caught him.

"I'm sorry," he continued, crinkling his eye into a smile. "I thought you were asleep."

You couldn't think of any way to respond. The entire situation was nothing short of ridiculous. In the scant time since you'd closed your eyes to go to sleep, Kakashi had gotten so worked up by the content of the book that he'd felt compelled to reach down, push his sleep pants and his briefs down far enough to expose his dick, and start masturbating, all without disturbing you in the slightest.

And only Kakashi knew how long he'd been at it before finally letting his composure slip just enough to wake you.

That's some use of jōnin skills.

You couldn't help it; the bark of laughter burst from your throat before you realized it was happening.

And the more Kakashi just stared at you in response—scarred eye closed; pink deepening the color of his face; hand frozen, just holding his dick—the funnier it got. Snickers and giggles built in your chest faster than you could breathe them out, more and more until your eyes were watering and your stomach burned from laughter.

It could have been anywhere between ten seconds to ten minutes before he finally broke his silence. "Y/N," he calmly spoke, your name almost lost among your continued hilarity, "if you keep laughing like that, I might start taking it personally."

Your body shuddered as you tried to get your breathing under control in an effort to spare both his pride and your abdomen. "I'm-I'm…sorry—" you gasped, squeezing your eyes tight to force the building tears to fall. "It's just…silly."

A strange look sparkled in Kakashi's eye. "I've been accused of being a lot of things, Y/N, but never silly."

"Well right now?" you grinned, "that’s exactly what you are."

“And just what exactly is so silly to you?"

Even thinking the explanation caused more giggles to sputter from your lips as you spoke. "You're secretly touching yourself to that pervy book while I'm practically on top of you. It’s just…funny that it affects you that much.”

Kakashi silently watched as you stifled the new outburst of laughter. His eyebrow raised a fraction of an inch, but it quickly settled as you relaxed.

"Ahhhh, I see." He closed the book, holding his page with his thumb as he snuggled you a little closer. "Don't worry, Y/N. There's no need to be jealous.”

"Wha…jealous?" you echoed. "Of a book?"

"I only wanted to give you the chance to get some rest," he continued. "I know you've been busy lately, and naturally I don't expect you to answer my every beck and call. So…" Kakashi trailed off with a shrug, then leaned down to kiss your forehead. “Don't mind me.”

With a smile, he returned his attention to his book. You stayed frozen in position as Kakashi went right back to reading as though nothing had happened, his eyes on the filthy words and his hand resuming its lazy strokes over his swollen cock.

Wait... what?

Had you just been...dismissed?

You were awake and uncomfortably aroused—two facts that you were sure he was equally aware of—and he chose to just...go back to the book?

Now you were the one taking something personally.

You nudged his arm to give yourself space to shift your hips, intentionally rubbing the front of your body against his side while you slid off your panties and successfully recaptured your boyfriend’s interest. Kakashi watched with curiosity as you propped yourself up on one elbow and gently shooed his hand away from his penis.

When the obstacle was out of your way, you sat up on your knees and tossed your leg over your hips to straddle him.

"What's all this?"

His voice was measured and controlled, but his attention was fully on you. You suppressed a haughty grin as you reached down to take his erection in your hand, gently running your thumb over his slit to collect the precum and bring it to your mouth.

You moaned as you licked the bitter fluid from your digit, swirling your tongue and holding eye contact all the while. After a few seconds you removed your thumb, glistening with saliva, then wrapped your hand around his dick once more to guide him to your entrance.

You bit your lower lip and slowly sank down on him, sighing as the tip of his cock spread you open. The stretch stung a little—your body working with less preparation than he typically gave you—but it was still the feeling that you were craving: him. His right hand settled on your thigh and followed as you went lower and lower, descending so slowly that you were feeling the burn in your thighs.

But it would be worth it.

Maybe now you were the one being silly, but you were determined to prove to him that no book could compare to you.

It wasn't until your ass met his thighs and you saw the smirk spread across his face that you realized you'd fallen into one of the Copy Ninja's perfectly laid traps.

He...I can't believe he sweet-talked me into sitting on his dick!

You had to school your face to keep your jaw from dropping in dumbfounded embarrassment. It was all too clear now. This had been his game all along.

Here you were, thinking you were taking some kind of control, when in reality, you were exactly where he wanted you. On top of him, hands on his chest for leverage, his cock so deep inside of you that you swore you could feel him bulging against your stomach. Wetness drooling from your cunt, making his lap slippery and shiny.

You wriggled your hips to get comfortable, noticing the way he triumphantly grinned at your movement. His cock filled you to the point that you could hardly adjust. And he just laid flat and watched you, waiting for you to start riding him, a look in his eye that proved he knew exactly how badly you wanted to do just that.

Hmmmmm, maybe he'll be waiting longer than he expected.

The perv truly loved it when you fucked yourself on his dick. Nothing turned Kakashi on like watching you raise yourself up just to crash back down on him, greedily wringing his every inch for your pleasure.

Not this time.

In a fit of theatrics, you stretched your arms to the side and yawned, giving him one last good look at your body and the cute bulge under your navel where his cock was securely snuggled. You leaned forward—trying to ignore the tight squeeze of his fat dick inside you and how perfectly it stretched you as you moved—and carefully laid down on his chest, wrapping your arms around him and nuzzling back into his neck.

“Mmmm sleep tight, Kakashi,” you murmured.

Stunned silence was your only answer, and you had to hold yourself back from cheering in the name of victory. You were way too wired to actually fall asleep now, but the next move was all Kakashi’s.

Finally, finally you'd gotten the upper hand. True, you would probably benefit more from riding him until you were fucked too stupid to even remember where you were, but the victory of surprising him was almost as sweet. Besides, with his sex drive, you could easily get another chance to take your pleasure from him. Beating him at his own game, though? You might never experience this again.

Just as you were starting to worry that the silence would stretch on forever, Kakashi addressed you in a whisper.

“Sweetheart?”

And let the groveling begin.

“Mhmm?”

He kept his voice low and soft, his gentle question tickling your ear. “If you're going back to sleep, you don't mind if I read just a little bit longer, do you?”

You furrowed your brow, wondering if you should truly be insulted that he was still thinking of the book. “You want…to keep reading?”

“I’m almost to the end of this chapter, and I hate to leave things unfinished.”

There was a brief pause of silence where you tried to figure out his plan. “Okay,” you finally answered. “But don't move; I’m so comfy.”

“Don't worry Y/N,” he cooed, holding his book up in position. “I'm comfortable too. Right where I am.”

Suspicious as you were, you allowed your eyes to close as you breathed in the familiar scent of Kakashi's skin. Despite the demanding feeling of fullness between your legs, everything was serene. Kakashi stayed still, exactly as you asked. You couldn't even notice when he moved to turn a page.

You were reluctantly coming to terms with the fact that you might have to settle for a draw when you heard Kakashi’s low, rumbling voice in your ear.

“He licked his lips, his love's delicious juices making his entire jaw shine.”

You sharply sat up enough to look at him, cursing the pathetic little moan that slipped past your lips as you felt his cock brush along your walls. "W-what are you doing?"

His eye flicked to yours, the usual stormy grey now completely black and as devious as the smirk on his face. “I’m reading, Y/N.”

“But…out loud??”

“What’s wrong?” Kakashi grinned. “Is it affecting you?”

You started sputtering a nonsense response, but before you could manage to form a single word, he simply looked back at the book and continued reading. “‘You taste better than I ever imagined, gorgeous,’ he growled. ‘I can't wait to feel you.’”

The words sounded so beautifully lewd in Kakashi’s thunderous baritone, you couldn't fight the shiver climbing along your spine. Against your conscious will, the muscles inside your cunt tightened around him and forced a needy moan from your lips. He just felt so good, you decided right then and there that you were done with whatever game you'd been playing. Screw it.

He could gloat all he wanted, but if you didn't get some friction, you were going to lose your mind.

You lifted only a centimeter off of him before he stopped you with the strong grip of his one free hand on your hip. “Kakashi….” The whine that left your lips was absolutely pitiful. “Why are you—”

“Because, if it's so silly that I like these books so much, you should have no problem holding still."

What?!

He had to be joking. He wouldn't seriously torture you—and himself—like this…would he?

With a subtle shift of your hips, you dared to test the waters. Only the barest hint of satisfaction swept over you before his grip tightened.

“I said…hold still.”

Your walls gripped down on him, clear arousal drooling from your cunt. All you wanted was to move, or feel him moving inside you. But his fingers stayed latched to your hip, his pelvis stayed flat on the bed, and his voice stayed cool and even as he breathed life into the story on the pages.

“‘I want to make love to you until the sunrise,’ he proclaimed while stripping away his trousers. ‘I’ll spend these next five hours showing you the greatest pleasure you've ever known.’”

It wasn't even the smutty nature of the book that had you all hot and bothered. Kakashi could have been reading his own shopping list and you would still be weak just from listening to his voice. Those filthy words only dumped kerosene on the fire.

“‘Open yourself for me, my love. Let me inside.’”

Everything you wanted was so close. So close, but you couldn't have it. Not with the way Kakashi was restricting you. His wide palm was an anchor you had no chance of escaping. All you could do was ignore every impulse and desire in your body and continue to stay still while Kakashi narrated all the things you’d rather be doing.

“He ran his fingers along her pink folds, touching the silky skin he would soon feel around his cock. He smiled as he watched his beautiful partner writhe under his touch. Her mouth formed the most perfect shapes as she whispered his name, begging her lover to give her what she needed.”

You bit down on your lip to distract yourself from the sound of his voice, his smooth tone easily casting a spell over you. He wouldn't let you move, but you had to do something before you lost your mind.

Gently, you pressed your lips to his throat, testing soft kisses along his neck. Kakashi paused his narration, chuckling a laugh that vibrated against your mouth.

“Are you enjoying the story, sweetheart?”

“Kakashi…please…” you whispered. “I need you.”

You could hear the smirk in his voice. “Oh yeah?”

“Please,” you begged, tipping your head up to kiss the sensitive spot behind his ear. “Please, baby.”

A soft sigh slipped past his lips. “Hmmm, alright.” He shifted his weight letting you lean back enough to see his face. “I’m going to let go, but you're going to be good and stay put for me, won't you?”

Eagerly, you nodded. “Mhmm.”

Kakashi smiled at you. “Very good.”

With his one hand still holding the book, Kakashi moved his right hand off your hip. Goosebumps chased his touch, calluses tracing their way down your plush thigh. His long fingers splayed over your soft skin, fingers reaching back toward your ass while the pad of his thumb landed right over your needy clit.

You gasped at his touch, shoulders tossing themselves back without your permission as your spine curved in ecstasy.

“There we go,” he smiled at you. “Now, where were we?”

Kakashi slowly started circling your clit with his thumb. Another feeble whimper escaped you and your grip on his shoulders tightened, your fingernails digging tiny crescents into his skin as he continued to read.

“Her body opened for him, unfolding like the most beautiful flower. She was still flushed and sensitive from all his tongue had already done to her. Strings of arousal glistened between her folds, and he had never felt such a strong ache between his own legs. ‘Please kiss me,’ she sang. ‘Kiss me and make me yours.’”

You panted little breaths in time with the pattern he was drawing over your engorged bundle of nerves. It wasn't enough. It wasn't even close to enough. The action in the story was progressing much more quickly than he was. His thumb moved maddeningly slow, making your muscles twitch and your body want to scream. You wanted to grind into that lazy thumb and fuck yourself on his perfect cock. All you dared to do was whimper into his neck and dig your fingernails a little deeper.

That is, until Kakashi overplayed his hand.

“He plunged into her warmth. Pressure surrounded him; her h-hot, t-tight, wet insides fitting him just right.” His throat bobbed with a heavy gulp. “She was m-made for him, her m—”

Kakashi’s cock throbbed inside of you, causing both you and him to moan. Your internal muscles fluttered at the long-awaited stimulation, exploiting his moment of weakness and baiting him into giving you more. He clutched at your body to regain control, but you could tell his resolve was finally crumbling.

You seductively brushed your parted lips over his earlobe, relishing the heavy sigh he awarded you. “Don't stop,” you whispered, letting your voice drip with desperation. “Tell me what else he does to her.”

Kakashi tossed his head back with a groan, and his hips thrust just an inch off the mattress. You could have cried at how good the friction felt. “Kashi!”

“He—haa—sunk d-deeper inside…” Kakashi continued to read in a choppy voice as he worked his cock in and out just that last inch. “She felt…like heaven…so good…”

Carefully, you let your hips start to roll against him. Most of the pressure and stimulation was still directly on your clit, and now that you had a little control, you were already trembling. It was so much closer, but it still wasn't enough.

You wrapped your arms around him tighter, grounding yourself as you started fucking him the way you’d wanted to since you’d caught him fucking his hand instead of you. His broken narration started to get lost among his moans and your whimpers. You let his name slide from your lips in a plea, and that was the last straw.

The book clattered to the floor with a sound so worrisome, you wondered if you needed to stop. But Kakashi's free hand was immediately on the back of your head, holding you in place against him while he started to thrust up into you in earnest. His hand on your hip squeezed tight, letting go only for a second to land an encouraging smack across your ass that had you clenching in on him. Then he found his grip on your hip again, pulling you down to meet his thrusts with resounding wet slaps.

“Up baby,” he ordered, releasing his hold on your head. “Ride me like you mean it.”

With an intoxicated laugh, you planted a loud, sloppy kiss on his cheek. Then you moved your hands to his chest and pushed yourself up into a seated position. His eyes seared into you as you immediately got to work; rolling your hips and extending your thighs to rise up over him, tits swaying in a way that made him lick his lips.

On your first full descent down his long, thick cock, you practically screamed out for how good it felt dragging along your needy insides. Kakashi bent his knees and planted his feet so that you could fuck yourself on him exactly how you needed to.

“Fuck, that’s it baby.”

Kakashi looked at the place where your bodies met; yours taking him in again and again and again, bouncing up and down with an urgency that left a creamy white ring around the base of his cock. After all of his teasing, that sight alone was enough to have him ready to blow.

“Not…gonna last.”

Your fingernails burrowed into his skin, digging out little crescent shapes that stood out even among all of his scars. “Not yet,” you begged. “Please, not yet…need more.”

A deep, resounding groan rippled up his throat. “Take what you need. Fuck yourself on my cock.”

Your mouth hung open, eyes rolling back in your head as you worked your body over Kakashi’s perfect dick. He was exactly what you needed in every way. The breath was knocked from your lungs every time you brought yourself back down. Your body moved in perfect harmony, every muscle and nerve playing its part so you could selfishly enjoy him. You could feel beads of sweat running from your neck down your chest.

Kakashi watched you with both eyes open. His hips kept rocking to meet you, but the rest of his body simply reacted to your movements. He smiled as your body stuttered in pleasure, so close to your peak but barely missing it.

“Kashi…” you whined. “S’close…please…”

“Need my help, sweetheart?” Apparently, Kakashi couldn’t help but taunt you one last time. But your only goal now was to cum, and you vigorously nodded, giving him the control that he never failed to use to your benefit. “C’mere.”

With one arm wrapped around your hips and the other high on your back, Kakashi pulled you back down to his sticky chest. You held onto him as he pressed his wide palm into your lower back, grinding your clit into the coarse silver hair trailing up toward his navel.

“Kakashi!” Pleasure immediately washed along your entire body, already better than anything you’d been able to accomplish on your own.

“That’s it, Y/N,” he panted. “Now cum on me.”

You bit down on his neck and whimpered from how good he made you feel. The light sheen of sweat on his skin tasted of salt and only made your mouth water for more. You gave up on the last dregs of your dignity, grinding into him with the single-minded focus of getting off on your gorgeous, beloved menace of a boyfriend.

“Y/N…fuck, please…”

His voice was deep and reverent even as he was pleading for you to cum, and the beautiful sound finally caused the building tension in your lower belly to snap. You responded with a gasp as your inner walls squeezed down and suffocated his cock. Not a second later, Kakashi let out an indulgent, satisfied sigh and you felt his cock pulse inside of you, filling you with warmth.

“Mmmm, baby…” His body relaxed beneath you, his arms encircling you to cradle you to his chest. “Fuck, that was good.”

You planted a kiss on his neck, smiling at the faint mark left there by your teeth. “Better than the book?”

Kakashi ran his hand up the back of your neck, spreading goosebumps along your skin. His long fingers tangled into your roots, gently coaxing you back a little so you could look at his face. His other rough palm cupped your jaw, his thumb stroking your cheek as his eyes narrowed to complement his adoring yet devilish grin.

“What book?”

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tetsuskei · 2 months

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lust for life - zhongli [nsfw]

synopsis: your first time with the geo archon leads to a riveting adventure that you never dreamed of, but also don’t regret

notes: this is the first time i’m writing for zhongli and genshin, so please be nice. i apologize for anything potentially ooc. i’m learning. :]

warnings: praise kink, dragon tendencies (?), unprotected sex, pet names, zhongli is called morax, lana del rey song title, body worship, liyue archon quest spoilers

word count: 2.4k

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being in a relationship with zhongli is exhilarating. it is calm and a rush all at the same time. invigorating, perhaps.

liyue, the city of contracts, is always bustling with something new and exciting each day. the harbor specifically hails as a place that showcases the customs and traditions in the most beautiful ways.

the smell of freshly made grilled tiger-fish and chopped suey perfuming the air, and the shine of the beautifully crafted kites the nice old lady sells only make up a few traits the harbor carries. there’s also the bustle of the shops, selling different types of flowers and fruits and jewels ranging from jade to lapis.

as much as liyue is your home, there couldn’t be a better place of solace than in your boyfriend.

over the course of knowing him, he’s taught and shown you many things. and one of those things just happens to be the way of love. you have never been that involved before in a romantic relationship before he came along. but once he did, you could barely remember what life was like before him.

being that zhongli is now ‘mortal’, there are many things about him that still stand out from regular human beings. of course, this all makes sense when considering his reptilian nature at hand.

his eyes, a piercing aurelian color are a stark contrast to any other pair you’ve seen. they closely resemble two pieces of raw cor lapis.

the man is large—not necessarily very muscular, but lean and slender in all the right ways. he’s also a lot taller than the average person, having you crane your head up at times just to hold decent eye contact with him.

you often were bashful and easily embarrassed in front of zhongli, but he only ever has been very understanding and patient. a wise and well respected man with an eclectic taste for history and knowledge. there’s nothing about him that isn’t amazing.

“is this okay?”

zhongli’s voice breaks you from your thoughts. the gravel of it warms your tummy and sends shivers down your spine. his eyes seem to be looking through you in tantalizing yet understanding way.

“you seem conflicted over something. what’s troubling your mind, darling?” he inquires, tilting his head to the side. his obsidian locks, ends dipped in pure bronze, cascade down his back beautifully and you wonder if there’s ever anything this man does that could be deemed unattractive.

he asks these questions all while kneeling in front of your leaking cunt. like your nude body isn’t completely visible and vulnerable before him. but murmurs of your beauty and rarity cause you to relax and confess your thoughts.

“i just—“ you pause, apprehensive, “i’ve never done this before.”

there’s a look that flashes in his eyes, but only for a brief moment before changing to contemplation. “ah, i see.”

heart racing, you think that he’s about to pull out of the moment you two share. that he’d judge you for your lack of experience.

the feeling of a gloved hand on your cheek makes your heart skip a beat. “there’s nothing to be worried about. i will make extra sure to go at your pace. as long as you still trust me to lead, of course. i will make sure you’re comfortable, dearest.”

zhongli kisses the inside of your thigh, peering at you with subtle glee. to tell the truth, his mind can’t help but think of all the ways he’d tease and break you. but you don’t need to know that—at least not yet. when the time comes he’d explore that. for as long as he’s lived, waiting is something that doesn’t concern him. your wellbeing will always come first.

“okay…” you breathe, spreading your legs more for him at his request.

“always so precious and good for me, are you?” he hums with delight. your face blooms with heat but you nod meekly.

he continues, “you’ll tell me what you like, yes? while i eat this cunt out?”

your boyfriend’s blunt words strike your heart (and core) all at once.

zhongli squeezes your thighs in warning, “i need a verbal response, or i will stop.”

“yes, li.” you murmur, sending him a nervous grin.

“thank you, my love.” he smiles before moving over you. a ghostly sigh leaves you as his hands caress you hips, holding you in place with little effort.

his tongue, unusually long, sneaks out and swipes at your core. there’s a hum of satisfaction once your essence hits his buds. after tediously circling the outside of your leaking hole, it plunges forth within you.

even with it being the first time, you’re sure the wet muscle reaches places that no one besides him ever will, and you gasp, hands moving to grasp anything to ground yourself.

“z-zhongli—!” you stutter, words and lungs failing you all at once.

zhongli entwines your hands, squeezing gently to calm you. his free hand, however, only moves over your clit to rile you up further.

he hums again, satisfied with what you gift him when more of your juices evade his tongue.

“it’s been a long time since i’ve tasted something this sweet.” his lithe fingers continuing their motions as he attentively watches your reactions. “i think my tongue will always remember the way you taste.”

your hips have somehow found a way to ride his tongue and he assists by nearly having you fuck yourself on his face.

“i-i-!” you’re unable to warn zhongli of anything as you feel yourself succumbing to a realm of euphoric pleasure, seizing in place. your eyes roll back, and you find yourself facing a blinding light. you wonder if you’ve just died right now and then.

but as soothing hands caress your being and plant kisses on your cheeks, you realize you’re very much still on teyvat.

“ahh, so that’s what you look like cumming.” the archon’s eyes gleam and a hungry look flashes in them. “who knew how beautifully ravishing you’d look.”

not a moment passes before his fingers are on you again, and he slides in two digits.

“i’m sensitive, li! please!” you whine, hands grabbing his wrist.

“you’re doing so well though,” zhongli praises, his tone sweet like nectar. his normally stoic expression to no surprise, is nonexistent with you. the only visible look is love and adoration. “you can cum again, hmm? don’t you think you deserve it?”

tears slip down your face as you nod frantically, “yes!”

his eyes brighten at the way you squirm and try to conceal your whimpers. it’s only then does he realize he must toy with you even further.

the fingers that stilled themselves move again. the sound of lewd squelching filling the room. zhongli doesn’t know how much longer he can hold off before fucking you. the smell of your arousal is overwhelming, to say the least. and dark thoughts of wanting to breed you start to consume his mind.

regardless, you still needed to be prepared to take him. it would be no good if you were uncomfortable.

he works to bring you thus forth to another orgasm, his hand skilled and dexterous as it seeks to pleasure you.

“feels so good li! r-right there!” you gasp, arching up to follow his movements.

a hand soothes your hair and you feel his lips kiss your forehead. “relax dearest, you’re tightening up. just let go.”

it isn’t long before you’re cumming again. losing strength, you collapse fully on your back. you hear your boyfriend chuckle as he sucks the gloves of his fingers clean from your essence.

after giving you time to recover, zhongli gently runs his hands over you.

“darling, why don’t you help me undress. hmm?” he coaxes, moving back to begin to peel off his robes.

you sit up, wobbling as you kneel in front of him and he drags your hand up to his collar.

zhongli leans down, kissing you on the lips. he tastes of whatever tea he’s recently had. and of, well, you.

soon, your boyfriend is undressed, and archons (albeit, him himself) could only tell how it is possible for someone to be so beautiful and handsome, his figure lean and muscular in all the right ways.

it makes you feel weak in the knees how easy it is for zhongli to command attention and control. the way you’re pliant to his will because of how strong he is, allowing for him to hold your jaw in place as his tongue explores your mouth.

the feeling of something heavy and hard against your stomach makes your heart drop. there is no mistaking what it is.

as if sensing your distress, he pulls back from you. “what’s wrong, dear?” he grabs himself, stroking leisurely as he eyes you with quiet mischief.

you swallow, eyes having trouble leveling with his, “w-will it fit?”

you’re cute. too cute, for him. “of course darling,” he taps the head on your drenched clit, the tip catching easily onto your entrance.

“you were made to take me, after all.”

there isn’t anything else said once he sheathes himself fully inside of you.

shared moans fill the room as you both stare at each other for a moment. zhongli is hot and throbbing inside of you, and that alone has you cumming again.

“goodness,” he huffs, composing himself, “you are more sensitive than i thought.”

“ahh-sorry!”

“no need to apologize. it’s perfect. you’re perfect.” zhongli murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth.

“i’m going to move now, love.” he warns, voice soft.

you nod solemnly, squeezing his hand as a sign of goodwill.

it’s all odd at first, with how full you are, but eventually the discomfort becomes more pleasure than anything else. the way his cock is stroking your walls, hitting every crevice with a kiss, soon has you keening.

grunts fill your ear as zhongli’s pace slowly picks up over time. you think you might be somewhere in the clouds above mt. tianheng.

your boyfriend’s frame cocoons your own. he fucks you like he’s yearned you for eternity. as if he’s been preparing for this moment. his hips move like flowing water, skilled all around.

zhongli’s sharp canines bite into your shoulder, a low growl leaving him as he marks you. he doesn’t mean to blemish your beautiful skin, but the primal part in him can’t help himself.

your moans are like a melody to him, and he thinks he may drown in them and the way that they sound. he starts to think that maybe you yourself are some deity or maybe a siren with the way you have him under your spell.

“li, please, go faster!” you beg, looking up at him with wet eyes, “i-i can take it, i promise!”

“are you sure that’s what you want? i won’t be able to fully hold back if you ask that of me.” he warns.

“yes, please!” you whine, “please, morax!”

before you know it, he’s kissing you again, the sweet taste of him elevating your focus away from the now ruthless snap of his hips.

he gifts you his fingers in your mouth once his lips move over your collarbones and breasts, tongue wrapping around the sensitive nub while his free hand twists the other.

“you must be a gift from celestial to feel this good.” zhongli moans. he’s holding you in his lap now, moving you up and down his shaft just how he likes.

“have you got one more for me, love?” he pants, “then i’ll take care of you and let you rest.”

you find yourself crying out for morax repeatedly, and it sendings an unknown exhilarating feeling down zhongli’s spine. maybe because it’s the thought that no other god could save you but him.

“m’cumming!” you cry, once again clamping down on the man with a vice like grip.

zhongli shudders, trying to keep his focus on you coming undone, “i don’t think i can hold back much longer myself. where—“

“inside. please cum inside me!” you wail, twisting your legs to lock around him.

“fuck,” he curses, not meaning the slip of his tongue. but that’s just what you do to him. “a-are you certain? do not say things based on what you think i wish—“

zhongli does not expect for you to pout up at him with big, wet eyes and say, “you don’t want to cum in me?”

frozen, he blinks slowly at you. then, there’s the sound of a dark chuckle, almost inhumane. “you don’t know, do you?”

“how i’ll give you anything you want? you can ask for the stars and they’re yours.” he groans, hips erratic again. he’s smothering you with his mouth again, moving everywhere to kiss every inch of you. your legs are folded up and placed over his shoulders, pressed tightly against yourself.

he swears, “i’ll cherish and love you till death. contract or not, i vow to never break that word.” even in the afterlife.”

“that being said, i’ll cum in you as many times as you want.”

you cum at his words, sobbing from the tsunami emotions and feelings that’s hit you.

it isn’t long before zhongli follows, an exceeding large warmth and throbbing as he spills himself into you.

he holds onto you tightly, refusing to move until he’s sure that his cum has settled within you.

slowly pulling out and putting your legs back down, he examines you fully. “are you alright?

the smile you give is hazy. “golden.”

“don’t leave.”

he frowns, tongue clicking, “darling, you must let me clean you up at least. i can’t bear to leave you—“

“just for a moment!” you pout, burying your face into his damp chest. “i promise.”

“a moment.” he repeats, chuckling. soothing your hair.

in all honesty, a part of you liked having him leak down your legs, and maybe he enjoyed it to. for him, in all the years of his life he’s never felt a love like this before. he just did his best to show appreciation.

if this is how he’d sing words into your ears, how his affection would wrap around, you would very well get used to this. to a routine.

but then again, a zhongli without surprises doesn’t seem fitting for you at all.

after all, ‘normal’ isn’t even as common as we think it is.

tagging my beloved @hwaitham. thank you for always supporting me and for being so loving and welcoming. <3

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Hi love, how do you feel about a best friends older brother trope where Carlos has a thing for her and scares away any dude from her and she ends up feeling sad that no one likes her and ends up going on a dodgy date that ends up with him attempting to drug her, and Carlos finds her in his arms almost fully drugged out and finally confesses after he beats th shit outa the guy. This is so long I’m so sorry

something bigger — carlos sainz

pairing: carlos sainz x fem!reader

summary: Carlos can never mind his business when you're on a date, the one time he does, you wish he doesn't.

warnings: mention of reader being drugged (nothing happens to reader), carlos is inept at being in love, reader is inept at confessing their love, idiots being idiots

a/n: this has not been proofread because it was 16 pages on docs so I'll be honest I wanted to sleep.

Your room exuded a nervous energy as you stood before the mirror, adjusting the folds of your dress. Your mind, however, wasn't focused on the present moment; it was caught in a whirlwind of frustrating memories. A flashback invaded your thoughts—a vivid recollection of a party not too long ago. You remembered the vibrant atmosphere, the faint music pulsating through the air, and your attempts to converse with a guy you had found interesting. But the memory shifted abruptly, your heart sinking as you recalled Carlos's presence.

Tall and imposing, Carlos had inserted himself into the conversation with an effortless ease that bordered on intimidation. His gaze fixed on the guy beside you, his tone amiable yet with an underlying hint of warning. The guy's discomfort had been palpable as he made a hasty retreat, leaving you alone with a smirking Carlos.

Another memory followed this time in a cozy coffee shop. You had been hopeful about a connection with someone new, only to have your hopes dashed by Carlos's sudden appearance. He'd strolled in, greeted you with exaggerated enthusiasm that felt forced, and engaged the guy in a friendly and dominating conversation. The discomfort on the guy's face had mirrored your own feelings. Each memory seemed etched into your mind—a series of vignettes portraying Carlos's overprotectiveness. He'd become a relentless sentinel, warding off any potential suitors with a protective fervour that simultaneously infuriated and bewildered you.

"Girl, you look fine. Stop worrying," Ana’s voice pierced through your thoughts, drawing you back to the present.

"I'm not worried," you replied with a strained smile, attempting to mask the lingering unease. "It's just... I don't know if I should go."

Ana’s eyes held understanding. "Carlos again, isn't it? He's been doing this for years. Scaring off every guy who dares to talk to you."

You released a heavy sigh. "I don't understand him, Ana. It's like he's made it his personal mission to ensure I stay single forever."

"He's just protective," Ana offered with a sympathetic shrug. "Maybe tonight will be different. Have you ever considered talking to him about it? He just thinks of you like a little sister."

As you stood in your room, contemplating Ana’s suggestion, the collage of frustrating memories continued to flash before your eyes—the string of failed attempts at finding a romantic connection, all somehow intertwined with Carlos's looming presence. Maybe tonight was the time to confront the enigmatic Carlos and untangle the web of emotions and protectiveness that had defined their relationship for so long. Maybe not.

Your dating life had become a labyrinth of entangled emotions and shattered expectations, each twist and turn marked by Carlos's unwelcome intrusion. As you readied yourself for another hopeful yet anxious night out, memories flooded your mind like an unrelenting storm.

There was the quaint bookstore where you had a chance encounter with a charming guy engrossed in the same novel you’d been eyeing. Your shared enthusiasm for literature sparked an engaging conversation until, like clockwork, Carlos emerged from an aisle, towering and imposing. His interruption, disguised as friendly banter, had thrown a heavy blanket of discomfort over their interaction, causing the guy to excuse himself hastily.

The weight of those moments lingered in your chest, a heavy burden that seemed to grow with each new attempt at finding a genuine connection. It wasn't just about the ruined dates or the shattered prospects; it was the conflicting emotions Carlos's interference stirred within you.

There were nights you’d return home, frustration boiling over, resentful of Carlos's overprotective tendencies. His constant presence had become an impenetrable barrier, an obstacle you couldn't navigate. Yet, nestled within your anger was a seed of longing, a desire for a different kind of connection with the enigmatic older brother of your best friend.

But amidst the chaos he inflicted on your romantic pursuits, there were flickers of vulnerability in Carlos that you couldn't ignore. Like the time at a neighbourhood barbecue when you’d caught him stealing glances in your direction while he casually intimidated every guy who dared approach you. His facade of stoic protectiveness had cracked for a moment, revealing a hidden layer of concern and something more complex that you couldn't quite decipher.

Those fleeting moments of vulnerability had left you unsettled, questioning the intricacies of your relationship. Was Carlos's protectiveness solely rooted in a brotherly concern, or did it stem from something deeper, something unspoken that lingered between you?

However, amid the instances when Carlos would exert his control over your social interactions, there were nights when he would inexplicably withdraw, leaving you stranded in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. His abrupt absence, though liberating, left behind an inexplicable void—a void that you grappled with, an ache that perplexed you.

In the quiet solitude of those nights, as you sifted through the debris of failed encounters and unspoken desires, you faced a daunting realisation that your heart yearned for Carlos's presence in ways you couldn't articulate.

The complexity of your relationship left you teetering on the edge of an emotional precipice, torn between confronting Carlos about his interference and silently longing for the comfort of his presence, however maddening it might be.

And so, as you prepared for yet another hopeful rendezvous, a bittersweet blend of anticipation and trepidation knotted in your stomach. The longing for normalcy wrestled with the uncertainty of Carlos's inevitable intrusion, leaving you in perpetual emotional turmoil. You donned your best attire, aiming for confidence despite the knot in your stomach, hoping that this time you could savour a night without his looming presence, like so many dichotomising moments, casting your mind to the time Carlos made it abundantly clear where to you stood together.

The lively music echoed through the grand hall of the party, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses. You caught yourself in a whirl of conversations, your laughter mingling with the crowd. But as the night wore on, the noise became overwhelming. Seeking respite from the chaos, you stepped out onto the terrace, the cool night air a welcomed relief. You leaned against the railing, taking deep breaths to steady your racing thoughts.

"Mind if I join you?"

The voice startled you, and you turned to find a familiar figure—Carlos, standing beside you. His presence was a soothing balm amidst the bustling party.

"Hey," you greeted with a small smile, grateful for the company.

"Everything alright?" Carlos asked, his gaze scanning your face, noting the faint strain in your expression; his hand gently placed itself upon your back, stroking gently beneath the strappy fabric.

You hesitated before admitting, "It's just... too much in there. I needed a breather."

He nodded, understanding evident in his eyes. "Come on, let's get you somewhere quieter." With a reassuring hand on your back, he guided you away from the party, leading you upstairs to a more secluded area, realising just how drunk you were. You found refuge in Carlos's room, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm ambience. You sank onto the edge of the bed, feeling a wave of relief wash over you, your limbs refusing to work underneath you.

"Thank you," you murmured, grateful for his steady presence.

Carlos fetched a glass of water, offering it before sitting beside you. As you sipped the water, the events of the evening spilled out. You confided in him about feeling overwhelmed, worried you’d made a fool of yourself in front of everyone.

"You were great out there," Carlos reassured you, his voice gentle yet firm. "You didn't embarrass yourself. You're always charming and graceful, even in crowded rooms."

Your heart fluttered at his words, the sincerity in his eyes offering a sense of comfort you desperately needed.

Fatigue crept in as night wore on, and you found yourself leaning against Carlos, his warmth a comforting anchor. You both lay on the bed, fully clothed, wrapped in each other's arms, the steady rhythm of your breaths lulling you into a peaceful slumber.

“However, you do stink; you need a shower”, Carlos teased. You gasped loudly, separating yourself immediately, trying to jump up before drunkenly stumbling back into him, allowing his big hands to settle on your hips, steading your body.

“Can’t shower, too drunk”, you mumbled, pressing yourself back into his body.

"We're going to freshen up," Carlos announced, lending a hand as you stood, slightly unsteady and leaning on him as the room twirled around. The mention of 'we' triggered a sudden realisation that brought immediate panic to your face. He guided both of you towards the bathroom, but your attempt to stop him by tugging at his hoodie shirt was futile.

"We? You're not sneaking a peek at me nude," you gasped, admiring the playful glint in his eye.

Carlos shot you a grin while nudging the door open with his foot. He gently settled you onto the closed toilet lid, displaying a nurturing side that reminded you of his fussiness, even extending your care.

"Then we'll just hop in clothed; besides, we bathed together as kids", he joked, though the situation was far from simple.

"We're not doing that now; it’s different when you’re 5," you chuckled, the room still swaying a bit. "Let's not be ridiculous. I'll shower when I feel up to it tomorrow."

"You're practically lounging in booze, sweat and weed", he pointed out towards the party, drawing a chuckle from you.

"You said you wouldn't bring that up." Carlos's eyebrows raised in mock exasperation, and you grinned, glad for the lighter mood.

"You're not exactly thinking straight," he joked, noticing your squint and swiftly regretting his words. He backpedalled, "I mean... I don't want you tripping over when I'm not around. I promise not to peep."

You narrowed your eyes playfully, and Carlos sighed, hands on his hips, a faint grin on his face.

"Fine. I won't stare too much," he gestured playfully. "Can we please get you in the shower? You're starting to emit an 'interesting' fragrance."

"Now you know how I feel every day around you," you quipped, disregarding Carlos's playful repetition. "Okay, can you at least... turn away?"

He regarded you thoughtfully before slowly nodding, facing the opposite direction as you undressed. Carlos remained patient, fixing his gaze firmly on the sink as he discerned the rustle of clothes and your movements behind him. As you made a slight noise signifying your readiness, he extended a hand without looking, offering support as you stepped into the shower, your legs unsteady.

You weren't eager to admit it, but he was right. Attempting to bathe yourself risked a tumble. Thankfully, Carlos refrained from mentioning it, allowing you to draw the shower curtain for privacy. You stood there, swaying a bit and feeling a bit light-headed but more relaxed. Carlos undressed on the other side, chuckling at the whole situation, feeling more carefree than embarrassed.

"Feeling okay?" he asked, a playful tone evident in his voice, even though he couldn't see your face.

"Yeah," you said, leaning against the wall for support. "Can you hurry? I'm feeling a bit woozy."

Your wavering voice prompted your friend’s brother into action. He pulled the curtain aside and stepped in, grabbing your waist as if it were a routine occurrence to be in the shower together. Naked. You opened your eyes to find him studying your face intently, a mix of concern and amusement dancing in his eyes, and you managed a wobbly smile.

"Do you want to lean on me?" he suggested, tilting his head to meet your gaze.

You were about to decline when your world lurched, stumbling, and Carlos swiftly wrapped his arms around you, trying not to focus on the fact that you were both wholly exposed. He exhaled, feeling your wobbly hands on his back as if inviting his assistance, igniting a warmth in his chest.

"I'm gonna turn the shower on now, alright?" He guided both of you to the corner before reaching back to adjust the knob.

The water sputtered briefly before streaming out, the warmth comforting as it hit your feet. You hummed in satisfaction, resting your forehead against Carlos's shoulder, eyes closed.

"I feel a bit dizzy," you confessed softly between the two of you, and Carlos's hand moved to stroke your hair comfortingly. "Thanks for hanging out with me."

"Don't mention it. You know I've always got your back," he replied a hint of amusement in his tone. He stepped back into the shower once he deemed it warm enough.

The warm water cascaded down, and you both laughed and chatted, the light-headedness making everything seem amusing. Carlos took care of the shampoo and other shower essentials, keeping the banter light and playful.

In the sanctuary of the warm shower, the atmosphere was a blend of comfort and playful banter. Carlos’s touch, while teasing, carried a genuine tenderness that settled you deeper into relaxation.

With the shampoo in hand, Carlos worked through your hair with delicate strokes, his fingers massaging your scalp in an almost therapeutic way. The suds and water flowed down, carrying away any tension along with the shampoo.

“You're a bit of a mess,” he teased, the playful tone in his voice contradicting his gentle actions.

“You're one to talk,” you chuckled, enjoying the sensation of his fingers working through your hair.

Carlos chuckled in response, continuing to wash your hair with exaggerated care, yet his touch was surprisingly soothing. “Admit it, I'm a pro,” he joked, even though his attention was sincere.

“You're actually good at this,” you admitted with a grin, feeling surprisingly at ease as he rinsed off the shampoo.

“You might be right,” he laughed softly, reaching for the conditioner and carefully working it through your hair, his touch tender and comforting.

As Carlos finished rinsing your hair, his attention shifted to the rest of your body. He glanced at the body wash and loofah, then back at you with a playful yet gentle expression.

“Now, for the rest of the grand clean-up,” he teased, the mischievous glint in his eye tempered with a caring demeanour.

You felt a tinge of shyness creep in as he reached for the body wash, suddenly aware of the intimacy of the situation. Carlos noticed the slight hesitation in your posture and softened his approach, making sure you felt comfortable.

“Hey, I promise, I’m a professional in the art of bathing,” he said with a grin, trying to ease the tension. His tone was light, aiming to reassure rather than tease.

Feeling self-conscious, you managed a shy smile as he playfully foamed up the loofah. With deliberate yet tender movements, Carlos started at your back, the touch of the loofah trailing lightly against your skin.

“You're ticklish here, aren't you?” he observed with a chuckle, sensing your slight squirm.

You giggled, feeling both embarrassed and comforted by his understanding as he continued washing your back. His touch was gentle yet thorough, each stroke erasing dirt and any remaining unease.

“I'll try to be a gentle sponge master,” he joked softly, attempting to ease your shy demeanour.

The playfulness in his tone made it easier for you to relax. Despite the initial hesitance, Carlos’s considerate and caring approach soon melted away any discomfort you felt. His touch was not just about cleanliness; it carried a sense of care and understanding. Once your back was clean, he moved on to your arms, taking care to clean them gently, the movements deliberate and tender. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of warmth from his considerate actions. Carlos made sure you felt at ease with each stroke of the loofah, his demeanour sweet and attentive.

As the warm water cascaded around, the playful banter continued, interspersed with moments of serene silence. Amidst the light-hearted teasing, Carlos noticed traces of makeup lingering on your face. He reached for a soft washcloth, letting the warm water dampen it before turning his attention back to you. With one hand, he cradled your face gently, holding it as if it were the most delicate thing in the world. He softly wiped away the makeup with the washcloth, each stroke thoughtful and careful. His touch was not just about cleansing away the cosmetics; it was about washing away any discomfort or worries you might carry.

The warmth of the shower contrasted with the tenderness in his touch. He traced the curves of your cheeks, the bridge of your nose, and your forehead, each movement a testament to his careful attention. His fingertips brushed lightly against your skin, leaving a trail of comfort in their wake. Once he was satisfied, the cloth was set aside, but his hand remained on your face, fingers tracing gentle patterns, a silent promise of care and comfort. His eyes, warm pools of reassurance, met yours, conveying an unspoken understanding of trust and closeness.

The shared moment wasn’t merely about removing makeup. It was an exchange of unspoken feelings—comfort, trust, and an unbreakable bond. The intimate serenity within the shower seemed to stretch time as if each touch held a story, a promise, and an unspoken vow of unwavering support. You found solace in his hands, a feeling of being looked after and cherished in a way that went beyond mere friendship. It was a moment of pure connection, where words weren’t necessary, and the language of touch and understanding spoke volumes.

Both of you stepped out of the shower, wrapping yourselves in towels, and Carlos made sure you were settled comfortably. He grabbed his phone, sending a quick message to your best friend.

"Just so you know, she's feeling a bit lightheaded but all good," he typed, glancing at you with a friendly smile before hitting send.

As the night settled in, Carlos insisted on ensuring you were comfortable before heading to bed. With a gentle smile, he retrieved an oversized shirt from his closet, a soft, worn piece he often lounged in.

"You’ll be comfier in this," he said, holding out the shirt, his eyes warm with concern.

Your heart swelled at his thoughtfulness. "Thank you," you murmured, taking the shirt and holding it close, inhaling the faint scent of his cologne mingled with familiarity.

A sense of ease washed over you as you slipped into the shirt. But as the night grew quieter and the dim lights in the room cast a soft glow, an unexpected wave of vulnerability swept in. You turned to Carlos, catching his gaze with a hint of hesitation. Carlos furrowed his brows with concern, immediately sensing the shift in your body language. "Is everything alright? Do you need anything?"

You shook your head gently. "No, no, I'm fine. It's just... it's been a long day, and I don't know, I just feel a bit... vulnerable, you know?"

Carlos’s expression softened immediately, understanding lighting up his eyes. Without a word, he nodded, slipping under the covers beside you. He wrapped an arm around you instinctively, a comforting presence that enveloped you in a warm embrace.

"I got you," he whispered, the tenderness in his voice easing your worries.

A moment of silence lingered between you, the only sound the soft hum of the night settling in around the room. You shifted slightly, feeling a pang of vulnerability still clinging to you.

"Can you... um, spoon me?" you asked, your cheeks flushing slightly at the request.

Carlos hesitated for a moment, concern flashing across his face. "Are you sure?"

You nodded, mustering up the courage to voice your reasoning. "It's... it's just for protection, you know? Like, a sense of security. Please?"

Carlos softened, understanding the vulnerability behind your request realising your need for comfort in that moment. Without further hesitation, he shifted closer, gently wrapping his arms around you as you settled into a comfortable spooning position. His warmth and solid presence felt like a shield, enveloping you in a sense of safety you hadn't realised you needed.

"Better?" he asked softly, his breath tickling your neck.

You let out a content sigh, feeling oddly at ease despite the unexpected emotional turmoil. "Much better. Thank you," you murmured, already feeling the weight of sleep pulling you in.

Carlos held you a little tighter, his heartbeat against your back, lulling you into a serene slumber. In that moment, wrapped in his embrace, you found solace in his presence, a sense of security that allowed you to drift off into a peaceful sleep.

But when morning broke, the atmosphere had shifted. You stirred awake to find Carlos already up, his back turned as he busied himself by the window.

"Hey," you greeted softly, sitting up and stretching, the warmth of the previous night still lingering in your thoughts.

Carlos turned, his expression guarded. "Morning," he replied curtly, his tone noticeably colder than the night before.

Confused by the sudden change, your brows furrowed. "Is everything okay?"

He hesitated, avoiding your gaze. "Yeah, everything's fine. I just... I think it's best if we keep things as they were."

Your heart sank at his words, a pang of disappointment and confusion washing over you. The intimacy you had shared felt like a distant dream, replaced by an inexplicable distance emanating from Carlos. Though you tried to brush it off and maintain a cheerful facade, the weight of his withdrawal lingered heavily, casting a shadow over your once-comforting bond. As you left his room, the ache of uncertainty gnawed at you, leaving you questioning whether you had misinterpreted everything that had passed between you both.

As you sat at the dinner table, conversing politely with your date, you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. The restaurant's ambience was suddenly disrupted by a booming voice that echoed across the room, a Spanish voice, to be specific.

"Ah! there you are!" Carlos's voice cut through the chatter, drawing the attention of every patron in the vicinity. Your date looked bewildered as Carlos strode purposefully towards their table, his presence demanding attention. Your cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment, a mixture of annoyance and resignation washing over you as you took in Carlos’ presence. He looked good, as usual.

"Carlos, what are you doing here?" you muttered, attempting to keep your voice steady.

He pulled out a chair, disregarding social cues, and seated himself at the table as if he belonged there. "I thought I'd join you lovely folks for dinner. Don't mind me!" Your date shifted uncomfortably, unsure how to react to this unexpected intrusion. You shot Carlos a pointed look, silently pleading with him to leave, but his expression remained resolute.

"You know she’s told me so much about you," Carlos declared with an overly enthusiastic tone that felt forced. "I just had to meet the man who's captured her attention!"

You cringed inwardly, hoping the floor would open up and swallow you whole. Carlos's ill-intentioned and utterly inappropriate display of protectiveness made your date visibly uncomfortable.

"Actually, we were just finishing up," you interjected, trying to salvage what was left of the evening. But Carlos seemed purposefully oblivious to your attempts to end the awkward encounter.

"Oh, don't let me interrupt! I insist, please, continue."

The strained conversation continued for a few more agonising minutes before your date made a hasty excuse to leave, casting a puzzled glance at you before departing. "Smooth, Carlos. Real smooth," you muttered under your breath, shooting him a reproachful glare.

He shrugged, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. "Hey, at least now you won't have to deal with someone who clearly couldn't appreciate you properly." As the restaurant returned to its usual buzz, you couldn't decide whether to be exasperated or secretly touched by Carlos's awkward attempt to protect you.

You agreed to meet your next date at a quaint Italian restaurant nestled in the city's heart. You arrived on time, nervous yet excited to meet someone new, reassured that there was no way Carlos knew you were on a date with a new guy. As you walked in, you noticed your date sitting at a corner table, exuding an air of self-assurance that bordered on arrogance.

Initial pleasantries quickly dissolved into an awkward imbalance as he monopolised the conversation. He spoke incessantly about his achievements, barely pausing to acknowledge your attempts to contribute. Every story you attempted to share was swiftly redirected to revolve around him and his experiences.

"That's impressive. I can relate in some ways. I've had my share of challenges at work—" Before you could finish your sentence, he interjected, "Let me tell you about this groundbreaking project I led last year. It was a game-changer, truly."

You managed a polite smile, attempting to redirect the conversation. "That sounds fascinating! But have you travelled much? I find different cultures so intriguing."

He chuckled dismissively. "Oh, absolutely. I've been all over, experiencing the best of what the world offers. Let me regale you with tales of my adventures!"

You sighed inwardly, feeling the weight of his overpowering presence stifling any chance for a balanced conversation. His stories flowed one after the other, leaving no room for genuine engagement or connection.

You tried to shift the conversation to lighter topics, hoping for a more comfortable exchange. "So, do you have any hobbies or interests outside of work? I enjoy painting in my free time."

He responded swiftly, "Oh, I'm always busy with work. I don't really have time for hobbies. But enough about that, let me tell you about the lavish party I hosted last month. It was a grand affair; everyone who's anyone was there!"

You forced a polite chuckle, feeling the weight of his self-centeredness overshadowing any chance for a genuine connection. "Sounds like quite the event! I've been meaning to explore some new places around town. Any recommendations?"

His expression turned dismissive. "I know all the best spots, but I prefer the elite establishments. The others just don't measure up to my standards."

You masked your disappointment with a courteous nod, realising that your differing perspectives on life made it challenging to find common ground. You attempted a few more conversational gambits, but he effortlessly redirected the dialogue back to his achievements and preferences each time, leaving you feeling unheard and increasingly disheartened.

As the meal progressed, his demeanour shifted from self-absorption to a somewhat off-putting level of presumptuousness. He made tasteless jokes that didn't resonate with your sense of humour, leaving an uncomfortable silence that lingered in the air. His attempts at humour often veered into insensitive territory, making you cringe inwardly.

Despite your attempts to steer the conversation toward neutral topics, he persisted in guiding it back to himself, displaying an unsettling lack of interest in getting to know you. He seemed more intent on showcasing his accomplishments and financial success than building genuine connections.

Things took a turn for the worse when he became overtly presumptuous, ordering for you without your consent and invading your personal space with unwelcome gestures. As the waiter approached the table, he leaned back with an air of assurance. Without as much as a glance at you, he signalled the waiter and began dictating the order. "We'll start with the calamari appetiser and a bottle of your finest wine, the 2005 Cabernet Sauvignon."

You hesitated, about to interject, but he continued, "For her main course, she'll have the lobster linguine, cooked al dente with a side of roasted vegetables."

Your discomfort grew palpable. You attempted to interject politely, "Actually, I prefer to choose my own meal..."

He waved a dismissive hand, cutting you off mid-sentence. "Trust me, you'll love it. I have impeccable taste."

The unsure but compliant waiter jotted down the order without seeking your confirmation. You felt your agency slipping away in the face of his assertiveness, leaving you powerless in an already uncomfortable situation. His attempts at physical contact were met with visible discomfort from you, now feeling increasingly trapped in an awkward position.

Trying to maintain your composure, you discreetly excused yourself to the restroom, sighing angrily as you knew who to message at this moment.

You: Hey. Are you free?

Carlos: Always ready for an SOS from you. What's up?

You: This date... total disaster. I need an exit strategy.

Carlos: Consider it done. Where are you?

You: Italian place downtown. Sorry to bother you.

Carlos: No bother at all. But you owe me big time for this heroic rescue.

You: I owe you big time? Please, you love being the hero.

Carlos: Maybe just a little. On my way. Keep your eyes peeled for your saviour.

You: Thanks, Carlos. You're the smugest knight in shining armor I know.

Carlos: Damn right. Get ready for your grand exit!

Upon returning to the table, you choked down the entirety of the glass of wine in front of you. The taste was strange, but you just assumed your date really did have bad taste, and that was that. You hesitantly waited on Carlos, knowing you weren’t going to hear the end of his intrusion, barely participating in conversation any longer.

However, the room began to spin, as each little movement felt sluggish and disorienting. Your thoughts, once clear, now swam in a haze of confusion. Did you text Carlos? What was this address again? When did you drink so much?. Every attempt to focus felt futile as a heavy lethargy settled over you, dragging you even deeper into the numbing fog. Your muscles refused to obey, and your limbs felt like lead weights as you struggled to maintain the balance of your skull. Panic clawed at the edges of your mind, a rising fear amplified by the unsettling realisation that your memory had become a fragmented puzzle. A wave of nausea surged through you, adding to the overwhelming sense of vulnerability and helplessness as you grappled with the disconcerting realisation that something was gravely wrong.

The Italian restaurant continued to buzz with activity, the ambient murmur mingling with the clinking of cutlery. Despite the lively atmosphere, you struggled to stay present. Your date prattled on, taking into your increasing disorientation as you felt yourself slipping further and further into a haze. Carlos appeared through the throng of diners, a welcomed sight amid your escalating distress.

"Carlos, thank goodness you're here," you sighed, relief and urgency tainting your voice.

His presence was a lifeline, yet the strain in his eyes betrayed a more profound concern. His gaze flickered between you and your date, a subtle tension hanging between them.

"Hey, what's wrong?" His voice held a note of urgency, a quiet determination in his tone.

Struggling to keep your focus, you glanced uneasily toward my date, pleading silently for Carlos's intervention. His presence felt like a shield and protective barrier amidst the mounting discomfort clouding your senses.

"I-I don't feel right, Carlos," you managed, your words slurring slightly, the haze enveloping your thoughts.

As Carlos moved to address your date, a sudden panic flashed across his face. "What's going on here?" your date blurted, his voice tinged with alarm.

Carlos's expression remained resolute, his voice firm yet controlled. "She's not feeling well. I suggest you step aside."

Your date's face contorted with apprehension, a fear of being caught etched in his features. "I don't know what you're talking about," he stammered, his voice tinged with nervousness.

Carlos's tone hardened, a protective edge surfacing in his words. "Step away. Now."

The tension in the air crackled with the escalating confrontation. Your date, visibly shaken, glanced around anxiously, his fear of exposure palpable. Meanwhile, you struggled to maintain coherence, the effects of the drug clouding your senses further.

As Carlos guided you away from the table, the panic in your date's eyes was unmistakable. The situation teetered on the edge, a mix of confusion and alarm clouding your thoughts as Carlos's protective presence ushered you away from the escalating tension, your senses dulled by the effects of the drug, leaving you in a haze of vulnerability.

Carlos guided you through the bustling restaurant, each step a deliberate move to shield you from the chaos. Outside, under the dimly lit sky, his sleek Ferrari awaited them, a beacon of calmness amidst the swirling unease. He guided you into the passenger seat and ensured you were settled, the supple leather embracing your form as he carefully fastened your seatbelt.

"Stay right here, amorcito," Carlos murmured, his voice a soothing melody amidst the disarray. He reached over, tenderly tucking a wayward strand of hair behind your ear, his touch feather-light yet grounding.

Your world felt muffled, an odd haze clouding your thoughts, but Carlos's reassuring presence provided a semblance of stability. You watched him, the lines of worry etched on his brow, his eyes silently promising protection and resolve. As he closed the car door, his eyes met yours with a reassuring smile, a gesture that spoke volumes amid your confusion.

Settled in the plush seat, you leaned back, enveloped by the car's luxurious interior. The comforting purr of the engine hummed in the background, a gentle rhythm that eased the turmoil within. You ran your fingers along the soft leather, relishing its reassuring texture amidst the disarray of your mind.

Carlos's silhouette disappeared into the restaurant, his purposeful strides a testament to his commitment. Despite the fog that clouded your senses, you felt a surge of gratitude for his steadfast presence. His tender touch lingered on your skin, a warmth that cut through the disorientation, leaving you feeling oddly cocooned in safety and care.

As you waited for his return, you closed your eyes, focusing on the rhythmic sound of your breaths, the touch of his hand still lingering in your thoughts. Amidst the confusion, you held onto the fleeting comfort he had bestowed upon you, finding solace in the tender moments he had gifted you before venturing back into the fray, his unwavering support a lifeline amidst your uncertainty.

A few minutes passed, and the car remained a sanctuary during the bustling night. The distant sounds of the restaurant faded into the background as your thoughts ebbed and flowed in the disorienting haze. Suddenly, the door swung open, and Carlos slipped back into the driver's seat, a faint sheen of perspiration glistening on his brow, a silent testament to the turmoil he might have faced.

"Hey there," he greeted with a reassuring smile, hand patting your thigh gently, though a hint of fatigue lingered in his eyes. The subtle signs of a scuffle—tousled hair, a smudge of dirt on his sleeve—hinted at the conflict he might have encountered.

Your hazy mind struggled to piece things together, your concern for Carlos mixing with your own clouded reality. "Are you okay?" you managed, your voice tinged with worry.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he replied, his tone steady but slightly strained. "Let's get you home, okay?"

The Ferrari hummed to life, gliding smoothly through the streets. The familiar engine's purr offered a strange comfort as you gazed at Carlos, a mix of gratitude and concern filling your thoughts.

"Where are we going?" you asked, confusion clouding your senses.

"Taking you back to my place," Carlos explained, his voice a reassuring anchor amidst your uncertainty. "You'll be okay there; I can look after you and help if this worsens."

His words offered a sense of security, a promise of protection you desperately craved in your dazed state. You leaned back in the seat, the soft leather cocooning you, finding solace in Carlos's quiet determination to keep you safe.

As they navigated through the night, your thoughts drifted between fragments of reality and the fog that enveloped your mind. With Carlos at the wheel, you surrendered to the fleeting moments of clarity, finding an odd comfort in the promise of safety and care that awaited you at his home, a haven amidst the confusion that lingered within you.

"Carlos," your voice broke through the haze, the words stumbling out in an unfiltered stream. "I just... I need to say something. I know you think I hate it when you show up and ruin my dates, but I don't. I mean, yeah, it's annoying, but deep down, I kind of... I kind of love it."

Your words spilled out in a rush, your thoughts a jumbled mess. You glanced at him, your gaze seeking solace in his familiar presence as the car glided through the night. "You're always there, watching out for me, and I've realised that maybe... maybe I want you to intrude because I want to see you. Because I... I've always wanted to see you."

Your cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and the haze of the drug making your words spill out more freely than you intended. "I think... I think I've always loved you, Carlos," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. "Even when I didn't realise it myself."

As the words hung in the air, the car continued its journey, the soft purr of the engine a steady backdrop to your confession. In the midst of your drug-induced haze, your heart lay exposed, your sentiments laid bare in a raw, unguarded moment that danced at the edge of coherence and vulnerability.

In the silence, you continued, "Carlos, you're... you're like this constant in my life," you rambled, your words tumbling out in a disjointed symphony. "You've always been there, protecting me, even when I didn't ask for it. And I've pretended to be annoyed by it, but deep down... deep down, it's what I've needed. It's what I've wanted."

You shifted in your seat, your gaze fixed on him, seeking a sliver of understanding amidst the haze. "You've scared off so many guys, but maybe... maybe it's because I've always wanted it to be you. To be us. Maybe I've always wanted you to be the one."

Your chest tightened with a rush of emotion. Your confession lay bare in the vulnerable confession that lingered between you. "I love that you intrude on my dates because... because I've always wanted it to be you across from me," you confessed, your voice a fragile whisper carrying the weight of years of unspoken longing.

Carlos listened intently, the weight of your words penetrating through the haze. As your ramblings subsided into a momentary lull, he glanced at you, a softness in his eyes that spoke volumes.

"Hey," he began, his voice a gentle anchor amidst the emotional storm, "Cariño, I hear you."

His words were deliberate, a reassurance wrapped in tenderness. "We'll talk about this when your mind is less foggy, okay?" Carlos offered a warm smile, a gesture of understanding and patience. "You've been through a lot tonight. Let's get you settled first."

With your subtle nod, he redirected his focus to the road ahead, allowing a comfortable silence to envelop you both. The car continued its journey, the soothing purr of the engine becoming a backdrop to your unspoken understanding.

In that moment, Carlos's quiet acknowledgment provided a sense of comfort, a promise of addressing the conversation when the fog in your mind had lifted. His reassurance offered a glimmer of hope amidst the emotional whirlwind, an unspoken agreement that your heart-to-heart talk would come in a time and space where clarity reigned supreme.

The car slowed to a stop, and Carlos turned off the engine. With a careful glance at you, he gently reached over, unbuckling your seatbelt and offering a steadying hand as you emerged from the car. Your steps were unsteady, and he moved closer, providing support as you made your way to his house.

As you ascended the steps to his front door, Carlos guided you inside, the familiarity of his home a comforting embrace amidst the confusion in your mind. Slowly but with determination, he led you through the hallways, his touch offering guidance and reassurance.

"Almost there," he murmured softly, his voice soothingly amidst your foggy thoughts.

Finally, you arrived at his room. The door creaked open, revealing a space that was both familiar and comforting. With gentle guidance, Carlos led you inside, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm ambience in the room.

"Take a seat," he encouraged, guiding you gently towards the edge of the bed. He moved around the room, closing the curtains and dimming the lights, creating a serene atmosphere.

As you settled onto the bed, the covers' softness enveloped you; Carlos lingered, a silent guardian in the room. He fetched a glass of water from a nearby table, offering it to you with a reassuring smile.

"Rest here for a moment," he said softly. "I'll be right outside if you need anything." With a final glance filled with care, he stepped out, leaving her in the comforting quiet of his room, a sanctuary amidst the night's whirlwind.

After ensuring you were settled in his room, Carlos stepped out briefly, returning with a tray of light snacks and a fresh glass of water. He entered the room quietly, mindful not to startle you, and placed the tray on a nearby table.

"Hey, I brought you something to eat," he said gently, keeping his tone soothing. He arranged the food within your reach, opting for simple, comforting options—a plate of fruit, a few crackers, and a small sandwich.

"You should have something," he encouraged, gesturing towards the tray. "It might help you feel a bit better."

She looked up at Carlos, her eyes reflecting gratitude and exhaustion. Taking a shaky breath, she nodded and managed a faint smile. "Thank you, Carlos," she whispered softly.

As he settled the tray within your reach, he noticed your hand trembling slightly. Concern etched his features, and without a second thought, he reached out and gently grasped your hand, offering a comforting squeeze. "Hey, it's going to be okay," he reassured you, his voice steady and reassuring.

You looked at him, your gaze filled with fear and vulnerability. "I'm scared, Carlos," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to be alone right now."

Carlos's heart ached at your words. He knew the depth of her fear, the weight of your emotions at that moment. Without hesitation, he settled on the edge of the bed beside you. "You don't have to be alone," he said softly, his voice laced with empathy. "I'll stay right here with you."

He could feel your grip on his hand tighten, seeking solace in his presence. Stroking your hand gently, he offered silent comfort, understanding the unspoken plea in your touch. He couldn't bring himself to leave you, not when you needed someone by your side the most.

"Please, don't go," you murmured, your voice barely audible, filled with desperation.

Carlos felt a surge of protectiveness wash over him. "I won't," he promised, his voice unwavering. "I'll stay right here."

Carlos recognised the need for more than words as your trembling slowly subsided. Gently, he tucked the covers around you, ensuring you felt cocooned in warmth and security. He adjusted the pillows, offering as much comfort as he could in the simple act of making sure you were settled.

"Close your eyes," he murmured, his voice a soothing murmur. "I'm right here."

As you obeyed, Carlos settled himself beside you, his arm wrapping around you in a tender embrace. You nestled into him, seeking solace in the comforting warmth of his presence. His touch was gentle, his fingers tracing soft patterns along your hair and the curve of your cheek, a silent promise of unwavering support.

He whispered soft, reassuring words, his breath a gentle rhythm against your ear. "You're safe here. I've got you," he murmured, his voice a soft melody in the quiet room.

Your breathing slowed, steadying against the rhythm of his own. The tension began to ease from your frame, the closeness offering a sense of security you desperately needed in that moment.

Carlos continued to stroke your hair, his touch feather-light and comforting. He held you close, his embrace a shield against the turmoil of your emotions. He remained a constant, steadfast presence in the darkness, offering comfort through his touch and the warmth of his embrace.

As the night deepened, Carlos stayed there, his focus solely on her comfort. The room was tranquil, the only sounds being the soft hum of the night outside and their steady breathing in sync.

His touch continued to be a source of solace, his fingers lightly tracing patterns along her hair, a soothing and comforting gesture. He marvelled at the fragility of the moment, the vulnerability she displayed, allowing herself to find solace in his presence.

With each passing moment, the tension gradually eased from her body, her breathing growing steadier against his chest. Carlos's heartbeat was a calming rhythm, a constant reminder of his unwavering support.

He gently kissed her forehead, a silent gesture of reassurance, hoping to ease her worries even in her subconscious state. "You're not alone," he whispered softly, more for himself than her.

As the night wore on, Carlos remained in that position, watching over you; his protective instincts heightened. He knew that once you awoke, the weight of your troubles might return, but he provided you with a haven of tranquillity for now.

When the first rays of dawn filtered through the curtains, you stirred slightly, your eyes fluttering open. Confusion clouded your gaze momentarily before you registered your surroundings. Sensing your movement, Carlos shifted, his arm still draped protectively around you, tucking you into his chest.

"Hey there," he greeted you softly, offering a gentle smile. "How are you feeling?"

You blinked sleepily, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Better," you admitted, your voice carrying a hint of gratitude. "Thank you for staying."

He brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch tender. "Anytime," he assured you, his eyes filled with genuine care.

"About last night..." you began, your voice a blend of hesitation and determination.

"You don't need to explain," he started, but you interrupted gently.

"No, please, I need to say this," you insisted, fingers twirling the blanket hem. "What I said... I meant every word."

Carlos studied you, a hint of surprise in his eyes. "What exactly did you mean?"

"I meant what I rambled about," you clarified, a soft vulnerability colouring your words. "I've cared about you more deeply than I've ever admitted. And last night... it made me realise that maybe what I feel for you is more than just friendship."

A momentary pause lingered between you both, the weight of your confession hanging in the air before Carlos spoke, his voice carrying a depth of emotion. "I..."

You held his gaze, your heart pounding with hope and trepidation, awaiting his response, but he paused, grappling with his own emotions.

"I care about you deeply, too," Carlos finally admitted, his eyes locking with yours. "Even more than I've ever let on."

Your unspoken feelings lingered, the quiet revelation filling the room with a tender yet complex energy. A delicate silence fell, pregnant with unvoiced sentiments, the morning's tranquillity accentuating the weight of your shared realisation

"I think we should discuss this more when you're feeling better," Carlos suggested gently, offering a reassuring smile. "When things are clearer."

You nodded, a sense of relief washing over you as you processed the magnitude of your shared conversation. "Yeah, that sounds like a good plan," you agreed softly.

As the morning light bathed the room in its gentle glow, your unspoken confessions settled between you both, a newfound understanding growing roots in your hearts, promising a journey of exploration and understanding that stretched beyond the horizon of what you had ever imagined.

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angelltheninth · 5 months

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Bodyguard Mizu Gets Jealous when Someone Courts You

Pairing: Mizu x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, fluff, secret relationship, protectiveness, jealousy, kissing, marking, sneaking around, fingering, possessive sex, bodyguard!Mizu, princess!Reader

A/N: This is a very popular AU with you all huh?

SFW

Mizu never experianced romantic jealousy before, she's been married once and the rest were one-off relationships where no one got attached

Accepting the job of being your bodyguard wasn't supposed to end with the two of you in a secret relationship

Now that it did she never really expected you'd get possible marriage options while your relationship still lasts, it would have happened eventually but she figured it would be after your relationship with her ended

Everyone who tries to win your heart is suspicious to her, even if he is a perfectly fine man she keeps finding things to dislike

She knows this and so do you, to you its cute, to her its a hinderance to her judgment

If you thought she was like your shadow before now she's never letting you alone with who ever is courting you, not a chance

Before every meeting she makes sure to kiss you until your lips are swollen and you have to re-apply the make up

Keeps her hand on her sword at all times, but she makes sure that your maybe future husband sees her placing her hand on the hilt

Doesn't have to speak to be threatening, in fact sometimes people are more scared by her silence

She always looks back at the guy you rejected with a smug smile

NSFW

It's like her sexual appetite skyrockets when full jealousy sets in

Mizu was always a giving lover but she was never overly rough or possessive when you had sex

But now it's like she can't wait to get to your naked body so she can mark it up, so if somehow, any bit of your covered skin is shown your potential future husband will know that you already have someone

This would spell so much trouble for her but she's ready to face it head on

If she's feeling really jealous she won't even wait for you to be in the privacy of your bedroom, she'll finger you in the hallway, against a tree, in a alleyway even

In the past she encouraged you to stay quiet, now it's the opposite, she want everyone to hear you moan her name

Again, not a good idea but if she had a cock she would most definitely be thinking with it right now

Calls you hers, which she's never done when having sex before

When you cuddle she doesn't want to let you go even if it's time for her to sneak back into her room

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loveemagicpeace · 6 months

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How synastry feels on a deeper way🌊🎧🌌

❤️‍🔥1st house synastry- This house feels very energetic. You share a lot of energy with the person and you find them very attractive visually. It can feel fiery, impulsive and sudden. You fall in love with a person's appearance. To her confident, daring side. The relationship itself can also be very bold and fearless. You can always defend each other and no matter what happens you two come first. I think when you broke up with this person you feel like you can you cannot find someone who have this energy that this person have and also appearance!

🎧2nd house synastry- love feels possessive and at the same time stable. You love a person for what they give you. You two find comfort in this relationship and share the same values. Usually you have a song that is just yours. They eat the same food or pay a lot of attention to it. This relationship feels like a song that doesn't leave your head. Everything reminds you of this person. You two feel safe and secure with each other and it's hard to leave behind that.

🧝🏽‍♀️3rd house synastry- love is felt through words and communication. Maybe you feel that many times you miss the person's voice and that they best expressed their feelings towards you. You feel that this relationship was the best in terms of communication, that you could tell each other everything. And that they understood you best. In this relationships words speak louder than anything.

🧸💕4th house synastry - love feels like home. This relationship is based on a sense of comfort. They feel like family. They feel like they want to spend all their time together and create a home where they can be together. It feels like a home you never had before. This is your favorite person (because the 4th house also represents people who are your favorite). This relationship seems very familiar as a childhood memory. Cute, sweet, emotional - also you feel like you can tell this person everything as if I already knew you, you feel like you can express yourself to them. When you broke up with this person you feel like you lose home or a safe place.

🎡5th house synastry- love feels like a child's energy. It's like being a teenager madly in love again with no responsibilities. You feel passion and fiery love with this person. With this person, you feel like you can express your inner child and that you can do crazy things without someone judging you. Crazy stupid love. You feel alive with this person. When you break up with that person, you may feel like they took your joy and happiness with them.

🧉6th house synastry- this relationship feels like caring for each other. Maybe they have a common lifestyle that they follow and they may even have a common animal. Many times when you break up with that person, you have a lot of things that you still share with that person. Maybe a person's opinion means a lot to you, or maybe your routine has changed just because of that person.

7th house synastry- this relationship feels something special and at the same time very beautiful. All the beautiful things you've ever dreamed about happen with this person. You feel like you want to have everything with this person. The relationship is romantic, sweet and focused on the two of you. You see them as a potential person. All the focus goes to this person and you can actually create relationship only with that person. So when you break up with them it feels like you're alone.

🫀8th house synastry- that the relationship feels very deep, intense and strong. You have the feeling that you share the same soul and secrets that are only yours. You two are very private about relationship. You find them very attractive in every way. You feel almost possessed by this person's love. You trust only them and give yourself completely to this relationship. Forever kind of love. Drunk in love. They always come back to each other and cannot be without each other. Sometimes u feel like you lose a part of you in that person. This house hits different the other houses so when you break up with that person it feels like someone dies. You cannot move on and it's very emotional and it's very hard.

🦋9th house synastry- this relationship feels like the fulfillment of a wish you've been wanting for a long time. Also very meaningful love, you find meaning in that person. You two can also find the meaning in life through this relationship. You and your partner have a special place that is only yours & where you like to spend time together. You always look forward to seeing each other. This relationship can both bring a lot of luck in life.

🦭10th house synastry- with this person you feel like you are very grateful for their presence. This relationship feels like a habit and something that is stable. They love each other for all the positive things they have brought to each other's lives. You feel like you are destined to be with this person and share this journey with them. The biggest supporter in this life is the person in your share 10th house synastry with. They will always stand by your side and support you in everything you. You two can also create some business with each other. Relationship is also very public.

💚11th house synastry- this relationship is very unique and different from all the others you've had. You feel as if your long-awaited dreams and goals have come true. You like how free you feel with this person and how the person gives you exactly what you want. This relationship is independet and rebellious. When you lose them you don’t feel like you only lose a lover but a friend too.

🧚🏼‍♀️12th house synastry- this relationship is often subconscious, you don't know why you are attracted to this person but you are. You feel a deep connection, which is usually shown through the signs that appear. Or you think of that person and then they think of you at the same time. You usually always meet these people through life or something related to them. This house can also feel like person can save you.

-Unfortunately, it is not possible to publish more than 10 pictures, so I couldn't post for the last two😒

-Rebekah🦭☁️🩶

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zykamiliah · 1 month

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the many ways shen qingqiu loves luo binghe

this was more or less inspired by this post, but because this is gonna be a personal opinion and i don't want to make a thread of it and inadvertently contest with the other two's points, I'm going to make my own post.

so i wanna start saying that "the moment one falls in love" is a trope that's waaaay too overstated. in my opinion. specially because falling in love tends to be something that has to do with romantic love most of the time, and it pretends to establish a sort of timeline, a point of no return, for ships and fictional relationships.

when the stories surrounding the characters are more straightforward, i don't really mind, since it makes sense for there to be an "Oh" moment when the character realizes they are in love. like, we know the moment lbh started to see sqq in a sexual light, and we can roughly add to this that the events of the demon invasion and the nightmare scenario are what sealed the deal for lbh. it helps that he's more honest about his feelings and the sexual awakening had already happened, and we can easily assume that from that point on lbh's feelings have a romantic-sexual side.

it still has other sides... because lbh loves sqq as a shizun, as a parent, and this side of their relationship, the master-disciple and parent-child side, is intrinsic to their dynamic; it's a conflicting element during their prolonged conflict for most of the novel, but at the same time, it's their default when they want to approach each other, it's the "safe zone".

but when it comes to sqq I think it's a much more difficult thing to ask: when does sqq falls in love? when is his Oh moment? Is there one, a conscious realization that he's in love? Can his relationship with lbh be described as "being in love"?

he loved Luo Binghe The Character

—the way a reader loves a favorite character, and fanboyed about him plenty before and after transmigrating. the shadow of what the little sheep he was raising would became was ever-present throughout those first 6 years before their meeting in Jinlan City.

but he loved lbh the character in a fanatical way that wasn't actually real... it was meaningful to him because he liked this fictional character a lot, but it's a safe love from the side of a screen.

he was compelled by lbh the character, by his tragic backstory full of angst, and by the ways lbh the character did things: he "rightfully" took his anger out in the people who'd hurt him and paid back for it tenfold. in a way, sy as a reader was also projecting himself in lbh the character.

in short, he loved the Idea of luo binghe, but not luo binghe as a real person.

he loved Luo Binghe the White Lotus Disciple

—and he loved him like a parent loves a child. yet, as I mentioned, he always kept in mind that this boy would grew up to be a very attractive and sexual man, and thus sqq expected him to have romantic encounters with girls around his age.

i know some people shy away from talking about this because everyone is paranoid about your favorite character being called a pedophile etc etc, but really, sy could be nothing farther from that, and whoever who says that has a very, hmm, wide definition of the word and it's probably just using the buzzword to hate on the character.

the important thing is that, despite sqq being aware that lbh is a potential sexual being and will become very sexually active in the future, he does not in any way sexualize his and lbh's relationship. Like I said, sqq would never abuse his power in that way, and he'd never get it on with someone he sees as a child, his disciple. that lbh is very much viewing their relationship with romantic and sexual lenses is a complete shock for him because of this, along with other reasons and assumptions (that lbh was straight)

the problem here is, precisely, that he treated lbh like a child once, and would go on treating him as a child later, post-holy mausoleum: disregarding lbh's agency, making decisions for him and without asking what lbh wants, since as the parent he obviously Knows Better, and taking responsibility for lbh's "bad behavior". the endless abyss was a decision he made without consulting lbh. he self-detonated because he thought that would be best for everyone, and he intended for his death to (among other things like saving the city and escaping prison) "make up" for his mistakes. in maigu ridge, he almost kills himself again because he thought that would be better for lbh.

he's self-sacrificing, protective, caring, and overall parental/maternal towards lbh, which has it's good and bad sides. for a long time, he loves lbh like a parent loves a child, and though this side of his love for lbh is not lost in the extras, it's lesser in the sense that the power imbalance is nullified, and the parent-child, shizun-disciple side of their relationship turns more into a comforting, safe roleplay that allows them to access intimacy and express their feelings (that infamous "if i was your mother" speech) than the entirety of their relationship.

and the thing is, he always loved and will always love lbh as a parent loves a child. and i think people uncomfortable with this fact have to get around to accepting that lol

he is subconsciously attracted to luo binghe (bingmei) the Man

we all know this part. sqq's descriptions of lbh's beauty are numerous and far too difficult to quote them all, but one that really stands out to me, because it proves the point, is this one:

[Shen Qingqiu] asked, “The important person you’re talking about, was it…a good-looking young man?” When he thought about it, he decided against suppressing his conscience and clarified. “Not just good-looking, he’s very good-looking, especially good-looking. Fair skin, pretty face, tall. He doesn’t smile often, but when he does, it’s exceptionally dark.” chapter 9: borderlands

if he was unaffected by lbh's attractiveness, he wouldn't need to "suppress his conscience" about it. also this description is just... describing lbh's smile from his own pov? a personal feeling? to a stranger? he has it bad.

he's repressing his own feelings, so it's difficult to point to a specific moment as the moment he realizes he's attracted to lbh... because he never has a conscious realization, and he's in constant denial about it. all the way through to the last bingqiu extra, the wedding extra, he'll continue using the same narrative: the Protagonist is Beautiful and Irresistible, so what can sqq do but surrender to him? It's inevitable, really. (hahahaha he can't help but love and be attracted to lbh. it says more about him that he could ever verbalize)

so yeah, sqq really has the hots for lbh the man. but he'll NEVER admit it, he'll never had an Oh moment. Not even when he unconsciously called lbh "husband".

i want to make a clarification: for a character like sqq, who care about his pride and dignity way too much and has internalized homophobia and sexism to the detriment of his own peace of mind and fulfillment, admitting that he enjoys sex is way too shameful. he's never doing it. he mentions being "drunk with lust" in the showdown extra; in the deep dream extra he gets enthusiastic and proactive, initiating sex with lbh himself very smoothly; in the RoC,SoBQ extra he initially asks to do it doggy style and then changes his tune and wants to see lbh's face, DESPITE being embarrassed about it, and his desire is described as wanting the spot inside him to be rammed. all of this are subtle hints of how he really feels about sex, despite his inner struggles with his pride as a man.

another clarification: the way smut is written in western space is not the same as the way is written in chinese novels. for example, some chinese slang put the the top as the one "attacking", as if sex is a sort of fight. there's always this implication that the shou surrenders to the gong. there's a clear distinction of who tops and who bottoms and the roles of husband and wife made by this distinction; pleasure is described differently: phrases like "scalp going numb", "getting goosebumps" are not particular to svsss alone; the way the bodies engaged in the sex act are described, etc. (it IS a different language with a different culture) so it's normal that most of us come out of the extras thinking the smut is not enjoyable for readers or the characters themselves. what is the difference between the mdzs extras and the svsss extras? that wwx, being characterized as a "shameless" person, is very vocal about how he feels during sex. he has no shame around sex, unlike sqq, who is in the opposite side of the shame spectrum.

sqq is still struggling with that part of himself, and personally I think it's very understandable that even until the end of volume 4 he still has a difficult time with it; it's not easy shedding the believes one grows up with.

which bring me to,

he loves luo binghe the Man, "romantically"

—and it's a love that conflates his parental love, his attraction, too, but that starts to develop mostly post-holy mausoleum: it's when the hand-holding starts, somehow, though it develops fulling throughout the extras, when they finally become romantic partners and explore sex together. mxtx traces an arc that starts with the showdown extra, goes through the deep dream extra that has sqq telling lbh that "Tonight I feel like... I live you a great deal" and ends in the wedding extra with sqq calling lbh "husband" unprompted; despite previously agonizing about his loss of face and dignity and the humiliation of it, his actions speak louder than his words and inner thoughts. because of this, functionally, sqq can be read as a tsundere.

but aside from the sex, sqq enjoys domesticity and spending time with lbh; he likes teasing him, conversing with him and going out with him to see the world. post-main novel they're equals in their relationship and treat each other with respect and consideration, even if their shizun-disciple roleplay prevails. by romance definitions, I believe they mostly fit them, even if their relationship is unconventional.

as for when sqq fell in love with lbh? i still don't have a clear answer. he's always loved him; this love evolves through time, bringing him and lbh closer together. personally, i don't think it's not important. sqq loves lbh, and that's what matters.

#svsss #zykamiliah-svsss #bingqiu #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #had this post in my drafts. feel like now is a good time to post it lol

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 month

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AITA for sleeping with a 20 year old?

tw: mentions of potential grooming, age gap relationships, nsft/nsfw, vague discussions of sex

So, me (38m) and my wife (39f) are in an open relationship. Basically, we’re both bisexual and not quite ready to limit our sex lives to one person yet. So, we decided to allow friends with benefits situations outside of our relationship. No romantic stuff, no dating, just sex.

In January, my wife went to stay at her best friend’s (28f) house and have some fun together. I don’t mind at all, I was kind of glad to have our apartment to myself for a week. Now, there’s this queer bar that me and my wife frequent and it’s a good mix of all age demographics and identities.

There’s this one trans guy, I’ll call him M, that most people in the local community know because he’s very attractive. He reminds me of a very short Eric Draven mixed with Eddie Vedder. (Oddly specific, I know) Like, he has long-ish curly brown hair, big brown eyes, the sweetest smile ever and he dresses very well. A little grunge here, a little rockstar there. Good jewelry. You get it.

I always catch people staring at him when he’s at the bar with his friends. (We live in Europe btw, legal drinking age is 18.) In short, I find him very cute. He’s basically a micro celebrity among the community and he doesn’t even know it.

So, while my wife was away I went down to the bar and his friend group invited me to come sit with them. We started talking, he’s super funny and we began talking about Pearl Jam because of the shirt I was wearing. Found out he’s obsessed with the music scene of the 90s, specifically rock and grunge, and I happen to have a collection of merchandise of the big 4. I invited him to come check it out and he eagerly accepted. None of his friends wanted to come, so it was just us two. Showed him the stuff, he got super excited about it and I even let him keep one of my Soundgarden shirts and some CDs.

I offered to cook dinner, we ate and then had some weed brownies for dessert. We got posted on the couch, talked for a good while and he began confiding in me. I’m not gonna go into detail because that’s shitty, but he basically told me he’d never had a positive sexual experience up to that point. Apparently all of his exes were switches leaning submissive and he’s purely submissive, so things never really worked out and he never finished with any of them.

I told him about me and my wife’s arrangements and some other stuff about our sex life. (Don’t worry, my wife is 100% okay with this. Even in this context.)

Here’s where I might be the asshole, if not the creep:

Now, I was pretty high at that point and I joked about how I could give him a positive experience. To my surprise, he actually eagerly accepted. I was a bit hesitant because we were both buzzed, but he kept reiterating that he’s consenting and that he’s sure he wants this. So, I made sure he had a good night and he actually ended up sleeping over and we cuddled. It was super nice and he seemed genuinely ecstatic about it the next morning, it was adorable. I was honestly just happy that I was able to give him a positive sexual encounter.

We exchanged numbers, kept texting for two days and he ended up coming over again. Had some more fun together and he went to go sleep over at a friend’s place. At that point, I sort of realized that I may be catching feelings for him. Which is against me and my wife’s rules and also just a horrible idea, especially considering the age gap. So, I let him know that I need some distance and he was super understanding. He was understandably a bit disappointed but didn’t complain or anything.

Once my wife came back, I told her about everything. This is just a thing we do because it helps avoid speculation and unnecessary jealousy. We always tell each other about what happens with our other sexual partners, but only if they consent to it. Which most of them do because they’re our friends. She seemed a bit unnerved by it, not because of the fact that I had feelings for him, but because of the age difference. She said it’s weird and predatory and told me she needed some time to think.

Apparently, she went to go check in on M and asked him if I pressured him into anything. He said it was a 100% mutual thing and he’s very much into older guys, so he enjoyed it quite a lot.

This put her mind at ease but I’m still quite shaken by it. I never stopped to consider the fact that the age difference is quite concerning. I can’t help but feel like a nasty creep that bribed some poor 20 year with old band shirts to come sleep with him. I don’t like that I didn’t even think about it. Talking with M came so easy and we share a lot of interests. I’m not about to go and say he’s 'mature for his age' because he isn’t, he acts like any other 20 year old.

I was just so focused on how attractive and interesting he is to me, I fear I might’ve acted extremely selfish and should’ve stopped to take his lack of experience and his naivety into account. Of course he’d sleep with me, he’s 20 and doesn’t know any better. It should’ve been my job, as the older adult, to put a stop to it. Please don’t hesitate to give it to me straight.

AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #eyestrain

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moti-otp · 2 months

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You asked for recap, I'll try to give you the shortest version I could come up with

First egg day

Not much, but gives signs of potential. 100% platonic, met literally yesterday

Tho can be the great example for how much their relationship has changed. Gay jokes, "come to the bed, partner", first pet names (still just jokes), but immediately clicked with each other and assured eachother in loyalty

Missa's first return (June~July)

Giving signs from Missa's side. Finding out that there's somebody that is after Phil and feeling jealous, tho understanding why ("ye, he's a kind of a man, you know?" - to Chayanne), admitting Phil as the only person who protecting and helping him from a heart. Probably this's the start of Missa's crush

The Four Months™

Phil used to be really patient person, he always been ready to wait for people as long as needed. But at one moment, he started missing Missa, he started yearning for Missa

Rambling about how everyone is okay with being a single parent and how Missa is never there, actually giving up on him and taking off the armour he made for Missa months ago, getting jealous over Guapoduo (only romantic, married and really affectionate couple on the server at the moment), whimpering over the random skull he found in the dungeon and even collecting every single skull he found in one of the dungeons for no reason

Missa's return

Everything is back to normal! But something definitely changed...

Phil and Missa were really affectionate from the start, Phil always was protective over Missa and tried to help him and Missa always was a bit shy around Phil and flustered by his help

But this time it's all stronger

For the whole journey to find new members (the frozen ones) they haven't left each other's side, even walked off from everyone else just to be alone together.

And this time Phil was even more protective of Missa. Usually the very paranoid man, who was scared of a single little light in the darkness started noticing only those mobs that were attacking Missa, who couldn't not to look at him or leave alone for even a moment, just to check if he was safe. And for a long time everyone saw Phil actually relaxed after so many months of paranoia and fear. Something started changing

And Missa, he was even more shy around Phil, tried not to say a wrong word or anything that could disappoint him, was apologising for everything he ever could do wrong. And something new started happening with him. Flirting. But not just jokes, more of an admiring thoughts that accidentally were slipping out of Missa's mouth without him wanting it. And first time when Missa started rambling™ so Phil couldn't understand him and first time when he actually confessed by saying "te amo"

And then matching backpacks, Missa being very normal with wanting to put Phil's head on his backpack and other members noticing something between them

Missa trying to run away from Chayanne, but confessing something important

Skipping the whole looney tunes episode with the deep trauma under it and getting to the most interesting part

Tallulah and Chayanne telling Missa that Phil was talking about him a lot and Roier, seeing Missa's reaction asking him if he likes Philza (in "te gusta" way) and Missa saying that he's very handsome, but he wouldn't tell him about that because he wants to respect him (plus being afraid of losing him and that they have now)

And then writing a sign with confession that he LOVES Philza (and Tallulah noticing it, but pretends that she hadn't seen anything)

The Mexican independence day

(Oh god, oh boy, i have a lot to say)

The Missa's return was Missa's simping day, well, now it's Phil's turn

Phil was trying not to leave Missa for the whole day, keep him around, but not to interrupt when he was talking with him friends or wanted to go somewhere with them, even if he wanted to spend time with Missa. Only with Missa.

Sneaking photos, [Missa yelling "te amo" in front of everyone to him], trying to drag out of the crowd by lassoing (same that did Roier with Cellbit and Fit with Pac), focusing in the dance only on him, gazing at him in the Order, proposing to leave if he felt overwhelmed, trying to keep next to him in the dungeon, [Missa calling Phil handsome], wanting to stay only with Missa when everyone was going to the Hot Girls' beach, [Missa wanting to go on a date with Phil], gazing at Missa when going to the said beach with a goofy smile, [Missa confessing that Phil makes him nervous], Phil noticing Missa's confession but not saying anything just giggling, [Missa wanting to hug Phil as his last thing he wants to do before he dies (he was okay)]

And then the "see you soon" without seeing eachother after that

Missa's capybara journey

Missa returning without knowing if his son and (not fully back then) daughter were okay, if Phil was okay and feeling guilty about everything he missed. Meeting with Luismi and going to the Capybara village with them

And then- calling himself a parasite, that he doesn't deserve his family, calling Phil "the person of a justice, the best islander on the whole island", capybaras getting Missa to return home and write a sign for Phil

[Few days after Phil finding that sign and trying to find if Missa left anything else for him and getting sad when he realises that he didn't]

The Aquarium(I'm getting really sleepy, help)

Bad meeting Missa at one of the days and starting to gaslight him that he has no home, that nobody cares about him

So he requests to live under Phil's basement in the aquarium that built without Phil's agreement

Missa, again, isolating himself and thinking that he's not enough for his family and that he doesn't deserve to be anywhere near Phil

The Purgatory

The good start with separating middle and awesome end

Everything starting with Phil, after noticing that Missa is on, immediately started to perch everywhere and trying to find Missa. Looking around everytime he heard the noise of waystone

And then, after finally finding him on the ground with everyone else. He first wanted to just glide down, but decided to do water drop (to show off in front of Missa). Then Missa started acting surprisingly clingy and bold- asking Phil to hug him, staring at his chest when he was shaking it for fun (actually was checking if he was alive, but from Phil's side it looked like he was looking at boobs)

And then they got separated

It wasn't much for Missa because he more was thinking about how he will help his team, but Phil was DEVASTATED. The little "noooooo" in despair when finding that Missa is in another team, sadly waving when Missa was standing with his back turned to him, and giving last little glances to Missa (maybe considering if he can go to Missa's team for him) before living

And then Missa, on his own, with only violence around him, realises that he needs Philza. He doesn't just loves how he looks and acts with him, he NEEDS him. He needs his comfort, his power, his protection. And he decides to leave Purgatory just so he wouldn't have a chance to hurt Phil even if his team will win

Meanwhile, somewhere on a dusty floor of a museum crying and sobbing Phil, crawling into a drawing of Soulfire with Missa on it, sadly cooing and totally not needing him as much as he needs him

The Prison

KISS. Missa realises that not only he needs Phil and his family, but that they also need him. KISS ON A LIPS. Phil, again, feeling fully relaxed after long time just with Missa, even sometimes forgetting that they should escape. PHIL ASKED MISSA TO KISS HIM ON A LIPS. And Tallulah finally officially becoming Missa's daughter. THE PISSA KISS HOLY FUCK EVEN CROWS DON'T THINK IT'S PLATONIC ANYMORE

The new start

Missa returning home once again. But everything is new, it's time to start with the white list. But this time he's sure in his feelings and wants to be with his family, wants to protect them and love Phil even if he won't get that back

Meanwhile Phil getting even more possesive over Missa with wanting to kill the villager just because he was sleeping on Missa's bed. He's very normal over his husband, yap

Missa made it canon that he's immortal just like Phil. Giving him even more pet names like "The immortal", "the man of my dreams"(heard that he called him a term that used by boyfriends about their girlfriends) and saying "I hope we'll see eachother soon, handsome" before logging out

Other notes (finally done for now

(FINALLY IT'S OVER AAA, IT TOOK ME AN HOUR, MAYBE MORE)

- Missa also called Phil "daddy" when saw an art of him on a Purgatory loading screen

- Phil, looking at the art of Fooligetta and Leo said: "the family, all together, yaaaay" in the most jealous tone ever

- Phil, looking at art of Guapoduo (again) with fucked up Cellbit said: "Cellbit is a little but fucked up, but Roier will help him, right? Roier will save him". And with what tone he was saying that he was hoping that somebody would come to him and save him too

- when Phil found Missa's "house" in aquarium he was saying "he doesn't- he thinks- he thinks I don't- he thinks he doesn't deserve me"

- in Prison Missa said that apapacho(hug) is that he does to Phil when he doesn't look

- there's like 7 times Phil was gazing at Missa from the side while he was talking with his friends or just was by himself, Phil really likes to look at him

- Fit actually thinks those two are romantic couple because he said "it's none if my business that other couples do" when found Missa's aquarium house (refering to him and Pac even before they got together)

- Cellbit told Missa that Phil is in love with him, but just scared if his feelings and can't accept them yet, but "he sees something really strong here" (quote)

- Chayanne had a backpack called "Phissa"

- Dapper called them lovebirds and promised to protect Missa from anyone if they want to get between him and Phil

- qPhil probably thinks that "platonic" just means "no sex" (he was answering to Cellbit's question about what platonic husbands mean ages ago and Phil couldn't answer normally, but Foolish yelled "no sex" and Phil said "ye, kinda like that")

It's finally finished yippee, hope it'll give you some recap and image on how insane we are here about these two

Words can´t express how I´m feeling rn, the happiness in my body is boiling and i'll explode in million pieces, thanks for this amazing food I'll always be grateful for this awesome work. It took you time to write everything here, Thank you. You're a legend. A great warrior o7

My respects for you comrade

#pissa #qsmp pissa #this is awesome #I adore you now

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depravitycentral · 7 months

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This is a continuation of my last post, where anon asked about whether Kikyo and Silva would ever share a darling

Tw: kidnapping, dehumanization, pet-play ish, Kikyo is freaky, objectification, their marriage is as strange as the family they've raised, weird jealousy dynamics, weird sexual competing (?), Milluki is a creep

I think Silva and Kikyo could potentially keep a darling together, but the relationship is - odd, to say the least. Silva is significantly more emotionally attached than his wife - he's the one to even bring up the idea, actually, because his marriage to Kikyo has always been about convenience and offspring. And so, when he happens to run into you while he's out on a mission and you catch his eye for whatever reason, it's not exactly hard to bring you back to the mountain, dressing you up in pretty, expensive clothing and luxury lingerie sets underneath.

And frankly, Kikyo is not pleased - she's not exactly in love with Silva either, but she feels that her place as his wife is threatened by your presence, that her position within the Zoldyck family is hanging on by a string because Silva is obviously more charmed and affectionate with you than he is with her. At first she hates you – she’s doing everything in her power to drive you out, to make your life enough of a living hell that you’ll beg Silva to let you leave. (Or perhaps you’ll fall victim to the multitudes of ways she attempts to end your life.)

But though Silva doesn’t like upsetting Kikyo, his feelings for you – romantic, a foreign concept – are strong enough that he’s putting his foot down and stopping Kikyo from doing anything too terribly reckless. He’s always able to tell when she’s poisoned your food, or when she’s rubbed poison ivy all over your nice dresses so that you’ll become swollen and inflamed and hopefully he’ll toss you to the side because he’s disgusted by your appearance. Her attempts don’t work, and if anything it only draws your relationship with Silva closer – because suddenly he’s got you on his lap, your face pressed against his chest while you both ignore the very, very insistent bulge pressing against your crotch, his voice as soft as he can get it while he tells you that Kikyo will not hurt you, I won’t allow it.

And as time passes and he stays true to this promise, Kikyo finds herself slowly giving up. You really aren’t going, huh? He seems to really like you for some unknown reason, and so she instead turns her attention to making sure that even if her status as Silva’s wife is threatened, her status as the mother of the Zoldyck children stays in-tact.

And frankly, once she makes this shift, things change – because Silva spends a majority of his time with you, there’s no insinuations or attempts at stealing Kikyo’s motherly role. You’ve literally never even met most of the kids except for a few brief words over silent, uncomfortable family dinners, and Kikyo is smug about this. At least in this way she’s better than you – she’s a good mother, and you’re what? A good hole for her husband to settle into at night?

It makes her scoff.

Until one day, she notices that you are, begrudgingly, a bit attractive.

Not the beauty Silva seems to believe you are, but there’s something about you that she can’t deny is charming, even if she wants to. And so, as time passes, she slowly warms up to you; except, Kikyo’s version of ‘warming up’ – developing romantic feelings, yet again foreign to her – is transitioning from belittling and yelling at you out of anger to belittling and yelling at you because she wants your attention. She’s clingy, especially since Silva hogs so much of your time, and she relies on criticizing you and ‘reteaching’ you basic manners, skills, even how to dress as she sees fit. Her obsession manifests in making you unwavering obey her every command, the power making her feel giddy and oddly aroused.

And really, that’s a facet of your life as their shared darling that can’t be ignored – while some of the affection and attention you get is as innocent as it can be, given their profession and the fact that you were kidnapped, most of the touches and words and looks you get are anything but. And from both of them, too – each is equally guilty of constantly sexualizing you.

Silva is more traditional in his approach – he requests your presence most nights, staying in his own private chambers with the wooden doors locked tightly, the massive bed with its eerie blue lighting and satin sheets all bunched up and stained with his cum and your slick because he just can’t keep his hands off of you. He’s got you dressed up in nice clothing – revleaing dresses and garter belts hiding just above high slits in the fabric, the sight making him lick his lips and actually want you in a sexual manner, something he’s not used to experiencing. Every moment you spend with him involves his hand on your body somehow, whether it be steady and firm at your hip to remind you of his presence, or pressed against your stomach as he holds you in his lap, his cock stuffed as deep inside as possible while you cockwarm him, your sweet voice filling his ears as he commands you to speak to me, about whatever you like. Just don’t stop talking.

It's strange and it’ll make you think he only wants you as a glorified sex doll, but then he’ll do something small and unexpected that’s almost sweet, that almost seems like a genuine attempt to make you happy – a copy of your favorite book, or a beautiful necklace, or even an offer to spoil you with a private, intimate vacation to a destination of your choice. It’s strange, and while the lingerie sets are not ideal to wear around the mansion (particularly when Milluki is home – the staring is not subtle), Silva is tolerable. At least he normally preps you well before he fucks you.

Kikyo, on the other hand, expresses her attraction to you with much, much more humiliating methods. She’s naturally a bit sadistic, and while she isn’t actively trying to make you uncomfortable, she isn’t afraid to act on some of her more outlandish kinks. In contrast to Silva’s lingerie sets, you’ll be given pretty collars and ball gags and plugs to wear, all in varying shades of purple. (She favors purple because it’s both the family color and her favorite color, making her feel slightly better about her infatuation with you. Plus, she can’t deny how good you look in the eggplant, stain set she got you a few weeks ago, with a crotchless panty and material so thin stretched over your breasts that your nipple is fully visible.

She’ll treat you like a glorified dog at times, physically forcing your head between her legs and telling you to be good, make me feel good, or forcing you to your knees while she steps onto your thighs, a smile curling at her lips when you squirm in discomfort below her. Her overt sexual favors with you are less obvious than Silva’s, but there’s something about her’s that makes you feel weak and horrible and pathetic. And yet, similar to her husband, every once in a blue moon Kikyo is actually nice to you – after you’ve made her come a few times with your mouth, fingers and the toy she’d forced you to use (first in yourself, then in her – without washing it, a concept that’d made her blush heavily under her bandages), she’s breathlessly telling you how good you did, her nails digging into your skin a bit as she clutches onto you, her post-orgasmic high leaving her brain scrambled and praise for you slipping past her lips.

(One time she even tells you that she loves you – she hadn’t spoken to you for a few days afterwards, diligently avoiding you, though you were sure you caught her peeking into Silva’s room one of those night’s her lips parted, cheeks blushed so strongly pink that it extended down to her neck, a hand slipped up her skirt and visibly moving under the fabric. He hadn’t noticed, of course, because he was too busy bouncing you on his cock, eyes too busy staring as your ass jiggled and smacked against his navel as he fucked you in reverse cowgirl, but swear on your life that as soon as you made eye contact with Kikyo through the gap in the doorway, she made this high, whining noise and her knees buckled.

She’d come, from watching her husband fuck you.)

The situation is messy, quite honestly, but with time you’ll settle into it – you don’t have much of a choice, after all, and your presence fills a need that neither of them have been able to find in each other. And isn’t it just so nice to be loved by two people so thoroughly?

Even if you feel like a glorified pet more often than not?

#yandere hxh #_hxh #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere silva zoldyck #yandere kikyo zoldyck #_lee discusses #_silva zoldyck #_kikyo zoldyck

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forgeofthenine · 4 months

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Is it the holiday season, or are you just a genius cause my yearning heart is being well fed by your tiefling headcanons. I hope this ask inspires :)

I’d go feral for some good pining headcanons; what are they like in the gray space between flirting and relationship? Especially if there’s mutual understanding that this might not be the best time (i.e. there may or may not be a mindflayer invasion in progress) and so they hold off on initiating anything, but have to watch as their crush dives headlong into danger? I love imagining ill-timed interruptions punctuated by longing looks.

Alternatively, how good are our darling tiefling bachelors at dancing? Would they learn a jig or two if their SO loved dancing?

Here's a lil' something something for you about pining, Anon. I didn't decide to write a full set of dance headcanons (despite it being on my to do list right from when I started the blog) but I am going to post something similar 👀

What the bachelors are like while pining for you

Dammon

This man pines so hard

He's touch starved to hell, quite literally, but has no clue about it

Dammon was sure he was fine right up until he met you and was hit with the realisation that he wanted more

The way he shows his affection is also anything but subtle, expect to know right away

It's never the type of affection that makes you feel guilty if you don't return it or makes you feel like you feel pressured

He's very easy going and good at reading people, he slowly increases how much affection he gives you until you both find a comfortable balance

Soon you'll find all your weapons and armour is repaired or replaced to the highest quality

Dammon is overjoyed if you return the same affection, even if you both know dating is off the cards for now

Bring this man some home cooking and he'll want to marry you right then and there

It's a grey area you both find yourself in for quite some time, to the point you both often get asked if you're together

The way he blushes when people ask is absolutely adorable, even more so when he hesitates to correct them

Towards the end you both basically already live together, both slowly easing into a romantic relationship without realising it

Dammon is more than happy once the ilithids are dealt with to make things official, finally not needing to correct people anymore

Zevlor

This man is the king of pining, absolute reigning champion

He knew he was in deep right from the moment he first saw you

It's something he keeps under wraps very well, to the point that you probably won't realise for a while

He tends to sneak peaks at you when you aren't looking, or he comes up with mostly reasonable excuses to come and speak with you

If you call him out on either thing then he'll heavily deny doing any of it, despite the blush on his face giving him away

Even if there wasn't an ilithid invasion happening Zevlor would still be cautiously optimistic about ever having a relationship with you

He's wary of a potential age gap or coming across too strong and scaring you away

A part of him also reminds him that you'd likely want a suitor your own age

The best way to quell those worries is to simply return his advances with some of your own

It could be anything, so long as he thinks you're interested he'll keep up his very subtle flirting

Soon, the two of you are already regularly having meals with each other and finding ways to spend hours together

Zevlor is absolutely already thinking of the life he'll have with you after this

Rolan

Rolan is a dick at first, he honestly is so out of touch with his own feelings that he doesn't realise he's into you

He's completely oblivious to anything that isn't directly spelled out for him, including how much he actually enjoys your company

It takes Cal and Lia teasing him relentlessly before he finally comes to terms with it

Once he does it hits him like a brick to the face

And after that, it's like a switch flips

He can barely speak to you now without second-guessing himself or tripping over words

It's enough to make you wonder what's going on until the siblings start teasing you both, much to Rolans embarrassment

He's always quick to shoo them away and apologise but his feelings are already clear

You're both smart people, it's easy to know now isn't the time to start a romantic relationship, but it's harder to listen to reason when your feelings get involved

After weeks of you both tiptoeing around each other, feelings clearly returned, he finally has enough

Rolans the fastest to take action on his pining, impatient and hating the uncertainty

You'll find yourself in Ramaziths Tower and kissing the tiefling that runs it in no time

Rolan is quick to pull you into him, kissing you passionately before making you promise you'll stay safe

#bri answers #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 x reader #bg3 x reader #baldurs gate 3 dammon #bg3 dammon #dammon x reader #baldurs gate 3 zevlor #bg3 zevlor #zevlor x reader #baldurs gate 3 rolan #bg3 rolan #rolan x reader

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kyouka-supremacy · 7 months

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I was asked why I like Beast and why I prefer it over the main universe, so obviously I ended up with a 2k+ words essay on why Beast is great. Now I feel like it diverges too much from what the original ask was actually asking for, so I'm leaving it to its own post. Enjoy.

Why do you like Beast? So, first of all you MUST know that this is a question that could keep me talking for days to no end. I'm not kidding. Here there will be some disorganized rambles but trust me, if I had time to actually do so I'd keep going on forever.

Alternative universes are cool I love Beast. I think it starts off at a point when the bsd author was more experienced from having already worked with the main series for many years, and ultimately ended up making an alternative version of the work that is more mature and refined, while still maintaining bsd's core themes (and conservative worldviews at that lmao). Starting off, the “what if” concept is endlessly fascinating, pretty much the entire fandom culture is based on it. It IS unfailingly cool to see what could have happened if Akutagawa sided with the ada and Atsushi with the pm, it is extremely interesting to see what changes out of their personalities and on the other hand what stays the same, what is intrinsically them. About sskk, I find it really compelling how Beast tackles intimate aspects of their lives, pasts and traumas. The café scene is genuinely brilliant in the way it shows, completely unexpectedly and to the reader's full disbelief, them getting along in normal circumstances. Who could have predicted that! Of all things, Akutagawa and Atsushi getting along. But it happened, and nothing before had ever shown to that extent how similar they are, how much on the same page they are, how much they're meant to be– like yeah obviously I mean romantically, but even if you're not particularly into that, it displayed just how deeply connected they are. I'm forever grateful for that scene.

Beast Akutagawa is great But I think… More in general, I just really like Beast Akutagawa and Beast Atsushi, even better than their canon counterparts 😅 Again I do think at the point when they wrote Beast the author had already gathered a lot of experience from serializing bsd for at least five years, and ended up making characters that are more solid and compelling (although please don't get me wrong, I LOVE canon sskk and I believe canon Akutagawa's character arc in particular is amazing. It's just that at least to me Beast sskk is everything I could ever ask for.). I love Beast Akutagawa! It was so so capturing to see him grow outside of the pm. And especially it was infinitely interesting to see Akutagawa grow outside of Dazai. And don't get me wrong, I love the influence Dazai has on canon Akutagawa, I wouldn't have it any other way: it made Akutagawa who he is, and I love reading about his character. But I also found it wonderful and pleasantly refreshing to see how he would be if he had never undergone Dazai's training; I like this Akutagawa who's possibly even more immature and impulsive, wild and untamed than his canon counterpart. Beast is also the universe where Akutagawa gets his chance at being a good person - which is something he desperately strived for but never got to have in the main universe -, and in the end I am a little attached to Akutagawa, so I'm happy for him! His relationship with Oda and the whole ada are wonderful, I like getting to experience a universe where Akutagawa is loved and supported, unapologetically, for who he is.

Beast Atsushi is great Beast Atsushi is AMAZING. Like. Character molded appositely to my liking ahah. He's so cool! He's so tormented! He's sweet and cruel and utterly unstable! I love him so much. He truly is Atsushi at his full potential. I love this Atsushi who's biggest fear isn't the world, but rather himself. He's beautiful and horrible and deathly and kind. He killed his abuser to stop him from haunting his nightmares, but ended up turning those nightmares into his life. He takes his coffee with three sugars. He loves his little sister and would risk the safety of his organization and the boss he's endlessly loyal to for her. The only person who ever understood him is his most loathed enemy. He's one with death and indistinguishable from darkness. His laughter stops rain. He lives in perpetual physical pain due to a choker constantly piercing around his neck and yet even that is nothing compared to the damage of his psyche. He's so, so fucked up. He deserves the world. I LOVE HIM.

Beast Dazai is great Also, I really like Beast Dazai!!! He's always Dazai, but I think his character works out a lot better in Beast for the role he covers. In canon Dazai is this omniscient, all knowing figure, but he's also a protagonist, and him being so perfectly flawless doesn't go well in the long run. You've seen it in the last season 5 episode, it just gets boring after a while– it would be nice to see him face actual challenges and high stakes for once, but he's so overpowered, that never happens. In Beast, it's pretty much the same deal (author really loves Dazai lmao), but the fact that he isn't the protagonist and instead the main villain? I feel like from a storytelling standpoint, it works so much better!! I mean, his being omniscient works a lot better– he's not the one who the reader expects facing challenges and high stakes, the protagonist is. In addition, in Beast Dazai has almost universal knowledge due to his link to the Book, so that makes his being omniscient and even god-like a lot more feasible and easy to contemplate! I think that plot-wise it just works a lot better, there's an actual reason he's so overpowered, and that reason is explained, it's in the text. Oh and I LOVE his utter devotion to Oda. I know it's the same in canon, but still… There in Beast you can see it concretely, you can see it everywhere. That very universe exists how it is because of Dazai's love for Oda, because there's nothing he wouldn't do for him, because in the whole universe, in the whole multiverse, Oda's happiness is the only thing that matters to him. I think such strong feelings of love being put so explicitly is something simply wonderful to read, and makes Dazai infinitely more sympathetic than what he may be in canon. “But I do have one regret, Odasaku— I won't be able to read the novel you'll complete one day.” LIKE YEAH, SURE, ALRIGHT, JUST SHOOT ME TO THE HEAD ALREADY. That line alone is worth the whole novel, honestly. Oh and the thing about Oda harshly repudiating Dazai, the man who literally did everything for him, who dedicated his whole life for him… Man!!! That REALLY made me sympathize with Dazai in a way canon will never be able to. All those factors only contribute making Dazai's suicide in the end all the more emotional– which I believe works really well in the story, he is an enemy and he is a god and he had to die, but still makes for an extremely emotionally charged scene and a wonderful story climax. Imo Beast Dazai had to die so that canon Dazai could live (and, hopefully, find a reason to live!), and it's as bitter as it is beautiful.

The Beast ada dynamics are great And I love the ada in Beast!!! They feel infinitely more of a family than they do in canon. Kenji, Kunikida, Tanizaki, they all seem to love Akutagawa in a way that's hard to be found towards Atsushi in canon? The way they didn't falter to rescue Akutagawa even as he went, against all their advices and pleas, to a suicidal rampage was wonderful and heartwarming. They make it sound unbelievable that when Atsushi was (mind you, unwillingly) kidnapped their first response would be that it was an hassle and that he should have dealt with it on his own (this time I truly believe it was the author learning from their own mistakes, because seriously, who does that. It makes everyone instantly feel a thousand times less sympathetic). As people have said, the ada alone makes Beast feel like the “right” universe on the basis that in it they actually care about their members. All things considered, the ada treats Akutagawa as this kind of rabid murderous gremlin they just adopted who's going to bite everyone but that they still love no matter what, and it's super cute. Beast ada really is the bsd found family if there ever was one.

A cool plot The Beast storyline is just very compelling in general? The introduction chapter is amazing, I mean, The Heartless Cur is amazing. Again, Beast Akutagawa is such a great character, and the description of his struggle to find his own humanity, although in my opinion does fall weak in some points and has flaws, still treats a concept that's very interesting to ponder over nonetheless. I like how there's a series of more light-hearted chapters in the first half, it helps solidify the characters, and those chapters are really nice to read; not to mention having lighter chapters alternated with the strikingly more gloomy and violent pm Atsushi scenes makes the latter feel all the more frightening and disturbing, it's a great narrative choice. And the big crescendo of Akutagawa storming in the pm headquarters! His fight of physics and morals against Atsushi! Them telling each other they're nothing like the other when the reader knows the exact opposite is true! It's all very good, and again, Dazai's suicide makes for a perfect climax to the story.

Sometimes being a seinen can be good I like how Beast is a seinen way more than the main story is? Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with shounen manga - which bsd seems to lean towards more often than not, with only occasionally tackling more adult concepts -, but at this specific time in my life those darker themes are just something I find more entertaining to read about. I feel like the gritty and often gruesome depictions, although maybe a little overused in the manga, really help emphasize the dark atmosphere of the manga and overall effectively convey the whole “beast” imaginary as wild / violent / unpleasant / animalistic.

It's got sskk in it And in general it's just… Compared to canon, Beast is very very sskk centered. It's significantly shorter than the canon manga, and in a way that helped focus on sskk specifically, because it only had space to narrate one story, which is sskk's. And I don't know what to tell you, I'm here for the sskk. Of course I like Beast best.

Beast Atsushi is great (cont.) Back to Beast Atsushi because he's everything, really. I love how when I went into Beast I was like “I mean, whatever Dazai is making of Atsushi under the pm, if can't possibly be any worse than the constant abuse Akutagawa had to experience 😊” AND I WAS PROVED WRONG. I mean, I think the fact alone that the author could come up with something worse is remarkable. Dazai's emotional manipulation and psychological torment is, I believe, the darkest facet of Dazai we ever witnessed, and it's extremely well executed. Beast Atsushi is so so unstable, so on the brim of mental breakdown and psychosis at every second. Him being made unable to let go of the past makes him live in a perpetual nightmare. And I feel like the way his character story is unwrapped is truly masterful, storytelling wise!!!! On the reader's first encounter with him, it's evident how deeply scarred and disturbed he is, but the reader can't tell why. That adds to the mystery and feeling of unsettling surrounding the character: his story is wrapped up by darkness and it's impossible to predict, just like he is– and it's deliciously unsettling, scary, to be unable to tell anything about what made him like he is except from guessing that it must have been something really bad. And yet even then /nothing/ could have prepared the reader to what his backstory really is? And when the traumatic event is finally unveiled, it's worse then any guess the reader could have made. Atsushi's back to the orphanage flashback passage is terrifying! He didn't undergo any harm, like it would have been easy to guess; on the contrary, his torment stems from having killed his abuser. But he did so at a point when he didn't represent a threat for him anymore, when he was proud of him, when he got close to resemble a father to his eyes; and all of this he realized too late; and now he lives in constant regret, constant terror of himself. It's great, really! And even then, Atsushi carries on with being. super cool lmao. Like yeah he's unstable and everything, he's wild and violent, but he's also still very kind. He's timid and blushes easily. He also feels a lot more mature than he does in canon, and it's nice to see. He's more confident and serious, and that's nice too. He REALLY is my favorite character.

Some pretty cool scenes are in it Moving on, Beast has some truly amazing scenes. The Heartless Cur is amazing and builds up such an awesome character, Atsushi's introduction is petrifying, the Kenji / Akutagawa conversation is as deeply moving as it is cathartic. I won't be talking about the sskk café scene. Akutagawa's whole assault to the pm headquarters is rich of emotional scenes. I already talked about Atsushi's flashback and Dazai's suicide being wonderful passages both from technical and emotional standpoints. And the manga ending is just so good!!!!!!! Like it truly is the perfect ending– the way it ties up with the main story! How it feels like ada Akutagawa's story has just begun, a conclusion but also hope for what's to come. The “out behind our company's building there are some people of low character hanging about”– I can't stress enough how emotional this line, a final and definite tie to the main story, makes me, how meaningful it is in its quality of being both an ending, and a beginning. The last page showing Akutagawa at the center of the ada, it just moves me so deeply to see him being the protagonist, surrounded by a crowd of people who love and support him, getting his own chance at a life in the light 😭😭😭 “I'm going to live as an agency member. I'll solve cases, rescue the weak, and prove that I'm not evil.” Crying my eyes out 😭😭😭😭😭😭 And don't get me started on when Akutagawa and Atsushi's voices mix up to speak as one; I could never hope to be able to express what that makes me feel.

Siblings dynamics are my jam I also love Beast because one of the main aspects that drives the plot is Ryuunosuke and Gin's relationship, and I /love/ siblings relationships, and I //love// Ryuunosuke and Gin's relationship. I don't think Gin's character was written well at all (because the author literally can't write female characters for the life of theirs), but eh, at least it reinforced the concept that Ryuunosuke loves Gin terribly and would be able to do anything for her. Atsushi and Kyouka's relationship, too, is to die for.

The designs and manga art style slay Besides, the character designs are beautiful???? Akutagawa's Beast outfit is my second favorite out of the whole franchise, it's just such a look™. I love in general how rabid and messy Akutagawa looks in Beast, he feels so much more free? And like, good for him. In my head Beast Atsushi is the most handsome man in the entire franchise and I don't think I can take criticism on this. I find cutting off his longer bang such a witty way to represent not only how this Atsushi is different from the one we know (after all, that's the most remarkable and eye-catching feature of his appearance!), but also to symbolize how the cut with his past at the orphanage was harsh and violent. Characters designs aside, Hoshikawa's art style is GORGEUS. It's hard and rough and messy, it's dark and unpolished and violent and beautiful and exactly everything Beast is. It's PERFECT for the story, it's like it was made to portray it.

Sskk is always great And that's just talking about the canon content but like. Beast means a Beast sskk. Which is basically new and improved sskk. And I like sskk. And I like every version of sskk but especially this version where they're even more violent and fucked up and madly in love with each other and evidently meant to be. So yeah.

And this is like, just the very tip of the iceberg of what I love about Beast. Humbling offering you this Beast love letter in hope we can all give this novel the appreciation it deserves (๑˃‌ᴗ˂‌)۶

#ryūnosuke akutagawa #atsushi nakajima #sskk #shin soukoku #osamu dazai #bsd ada #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd beast #bsd analysis #my analysis #mine

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Obsession | Eddie Munson

Day Eleven of Kinktober

Summary: Eddie's obsession with you has been fun and games - late night drives, hookups and even a couple of dates. He has seemed to cross a line as of late, marking you as his territory.

wc: ~2.5k

Pairings: Ghostface!Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader

Warnings: this has to do with a serial killer and is smutty so an obvious 18+ MDNII!!! Is in order. Murder and serial killers, blood, knife play, mask play, consensual non consent at first, oral (m receiving), anal play, protected p in v sex, established relationships.

in collaboration with the amazing @darknesseddiem! stay tuned for their prompts next week!

a/n: I know I am now technically a day behind but I promise it will pick up. Today is my birthday so I will probably end up posting two stories tomorrow instead of today! I am definitely willing to turn this universe into a series if you're interested! Potential for Ghostface!reader is definitely budding!

Your ponytail flicked as you bounced on the balls of your feet. The gym was full of screaming teens, but he couldn’t be seen from the bleachers. No, you knew he was there but he wouldn’t let you know exactly where. The buzzer on the wall blared signaling a win for the tigers. All of the green and white jerseys flocked to the center of the basketball court to celebrate the win - in what Eddie thought was a barbaric and a little homoerotic show of muscles and lack of cranium. He loathed these games with all of his heart, he loathed Jason Carver - jock and sole reason Eddie’s gaggle of freshman DnD nerds were scared to walk alone down the hallways - the most. Of course his manicured smile sauntered up to you and your horde of preppy ponytails. He hated the toxic positivity second to Jason. But you were different. You and your sunshiny smile encountered Eddie underneath the bleachers, a joint in your hand and flush across your cheeks. Eddie had hid away from PE, and you were hiding from Andy Dwyer and his endless barrage of courting offers. He had laid hands on you before, and each time he would ask you out, he would get more and more aggressive. You told this to Eddie in blind confidence, the attraction and understanding between the two of you magnetic. You and Eddie were fast and strange friends, and either even odder romantically. The line was crossed after you both had snuck to the back woods lining the Harrington house during one of his bi-weekly ragers. He had drunkedly kissed you and when he backed away, you pulled him back in. You had been inseparable ever since - well understandably, save school and other social events. Eddie wasn’t dumb - you had a lot going for you and being seen with him would be social suicide. And that’s why the freckle on your glowing reputation that was Andy Dwyer needed to be wiped away.

Hawkins High was shocked at the passing of one of the basketball meatheads, of course. They found his body strung up in one of the basketball hoops, a neat puddle of blood dripping onto the hardwood below. You came running to Eddie to his picnic table, eyes wide and face pale.

“Teddy, you’re never going to believe what happened. Oh god I feel like I’m going to throw up.” you panted. Eddie rose, expression stoic as he wrapped himself around you.

“What’s going on sweetheart?” Eddie’s voice laced with fake surprise.

“A-Andy… someone… they killed him. Like murdered him. Apparently the custodians found him flayed and stuffed into the fucking basketball hoop.” You could feel tears of horror threatening to spill through your curled lashes. You looked up at Eddie, who was surprisingly calm. He looked down at you with cold eyes.

“Well, guess he finally got what he deserved.” You pulled at the lapels on Eddie’s vest.

“Eddie, people are saying this is an attack against the popular people. What if one of the cheerleaders is next? Wh-what if I’m next?” You whimpered. Saying these things out loud made you more scared than you thought you were. Eddie’s hands migrated down your arms to your hips and he lifted you to sit on the edge of the old wooden picnic table.

“Listen to me. Nothing is going to happen to you. As long as I’m around, you’ll be safe. I’ll always be watching, okay?” Eddie eyed you carefully, wishing he could tell you everything so you really didn’t have to worry but it was still too soon. You would know everything in due time. You nodded your head slowly and Eddie pulled you in to kiss your trembling lip still. You heard the bell ringing in the distance and pulled away from him.

“Shit, I gotta go to math or else Mr. Finnigan is gonna kill me.” you pouted. Eddie stepped back to let you off the table. You grabbed his cheek and pulled him in for one more kiss. You turned and hastily trudged through the field to the school, looking back at your mop headed boyfriend. His usual dopey smile was replaced with a clenched jaw. You entered the school and tried to push down the sick feeling in your gut that Eddie might know more about Andy than he let on.

Eddie often climbed through your window late at night. Your parents didn’t approve of you dating, especially a person like Eddie Munson, but he was good to you, better than any of the jocks or preps that would be a parent’s wet dream to be introduced to. You were reminded of that again that night, when Jason Carver got too close and crossed way too many lines when he thought no one was looking. ‘His friend was dead’ he said. ‘He just needed some company,’ he said. Still no excuse to pull you in by your arm and press his lips to yours. When you pushed him off with a disgusted scoff, Jason Carver called you a prude and a tease and that you would be lucky to have him because no other guy is going to want to touch you after the shit he spreads around the school. Little did the both of you know, Jason Carver dug his own grave, not yours.

You had your PJs on, fresh and clean from showering off the sweaty game. You cheered hard - everyone did, for a desperate distraction from the brutal murder of one of your own. You swear you could still see red blood staining the ropes of the basketball hoop. You grabbed your book, ready to forget about the day, about Jason and about Andy. Sleep was just about to take over when you heard a rapping on the window, the same secret knock you and Eddie had created, but it sounded like something like a twig or a piece of metal tapping against the window. You looked up from your book to be greeted by darkness, the familiar face of that lopsided smile not peering through your window like normal. Your brows furrowed together in confusion as you went to unlock and open your window. You stuck your head out of the window, greeted with even more confusion as you met nothing but the gray shingles on your roof. Suddenly, you felt a gloved hand on your mouth and pressure that pushed you back into your room. You tried to scream, but your breath was pulled from your chest in pure shock. You didn’t realize you had screwed your eyes shut in horrid anticipation. When you stilled against your wall, you opened your eyes to be greeted by two black holes contrasted by a stark white mask, its mouth morphing into an unnatural scream. Your breathing picked up as you realized your worst nightmare was coming true. Andy’s death was a statement and you were next.

Streams of tears fell down your face. You wanted to fight, to plead or to hide to save yourself, but you were hypnotized under the mask’s gaze. You couldn't see who was behind it, but could tell their stare was boring holes into your soul. The figure pulled out a knife from underneath the large coat they wore and you began to cry. The masked figure shushed you and you could tell the familiarity of his voice, even though in your shock, you couldn’t quite place it yet. The form ran the knife down the front of your nightshirt, eliciting goosebumps radiating from your sternum. You jerked against him, hoping to free yourself but he held your shoulder at a bruising strength and pinned you to the wall, the knife now mere inches from your throat.

“Don’t worry doll, I’m not gonna hurt you if you just hear me out, okay?” You felt your world slow and your knees gave out at the familiarity of the voice. You gently moved your hand towards the mask and pulled it up to reveal the sweaty face you hoped wouldn’t be under the mask. Your breath heavied as you pulled the mask off all the way, revealing splats of blood across the left side of his face and scratch marks on his neck.

“What did you do, Eddie?” your voice shook.

“I was protecting you, doll. He was all over you at the game. No one touches you like that.” You felt the bile rise in your throat at the realization that this was in fact someone else’s blood on him, that the scratches on his neck were probably Carver’s last ditch efforts for his life. “I’s so sick and fucking tired of those meatheads thinking that they can just take what they want and not suffer any consequences. You aren’t just there at their disposal.” Eddie’s voice raised and there was a crazed glint in his eyes. He let go of you hastily and you flinched. Eddie’s eyes softened and his hands went to your hips just like they did the day Andy was found.

“I meant what I said that I would never hurt you, doll. I meant that. I’m always looking out for you, that’s why I had to knock some sense into fucking Carver.”

You wanted to be scared. You wanted to run and scream but your heart swelled in your chest. The boy who stood before you proved that he would do anything to protect you. Fuck, you could probably tell him someone looked at you funny and he would take care of it. You pulled Eddie into a needy kiss.

“Thank you for telling me, and thank you for trusting me, Eds.” Your hands snaked into his large trench coat and you hooked your fingers into his belt loops. You pulled down on them and Eddie gasped out in excitement. He only hoped that you would understand, but this was above and beyond. You wanted to show him that you would do anything for him as well. You grabbed the mask out of Eddie’s hands and put it back on his face with a mischievous smile. You backed Eddie up to the foot of your bed and sat him down. You lowered yourself between his legs and undid his jeans. You could tell that Eddie was already growing hard and violently turned on. You released his hard cock from his dark denim and the mask tilted upwards in satisfaction. You lowered your mouth onto his member. Eddie’s hand flew to your hair, pulling softly. You let out a moan that vibrated through Eddie’s whole body. You bobbed and gagged until Eddie was a shaking mess underneath you, and drool was pooling at the base of his length and down to his balls. You detached your mouth from him and replaced it with your hand, pumping hard. You could hear the pants your boyfriend was making underneath the mask, they were delicious and you wished you could save his sweet sounds to play back when you were alone. You looked at the empty sockets and you placed your mouth on his heavy balls. You suckled and licked like a woman starved.

“Fuck, baby, you take me so well.” Eddie cooed. “Do anything for you, keep fucking going” You giggled into him and rubbed your manicured hand over Eddie’s weeping tip. He hissed loudly and with a ‘fuck’, he pulled you off of him. He grabbed you by the shoulders and flipped you face down onto the bed.

“Now as much as I want to see your face painted with my cum, I wanna make that pussy mine.” You tried to look back at him but you felt the cold point of his knife on the back of your neck.

“You’re gonna keep your face down and that ass up for me baby. Be a good girl and show me how much you want it.” You moaned lightly at his words, your pussy already impossibly wet. You felt the knife trail down your back overtop of your night shirt. You felt Eddie flip the bottom of your shirt over your ass.

“Now, now, what on earth am I gonna do with these on?” Eddie scolded, peering down at your pink cotton panties. With a small gasp from you and a flick from the man’s wrist, your underwear were now in pieces, granting unlimited access to your sweet cunt. He plunged his middle finger into you with no warning, making you moan into your blankets. He pulled his finger out and put it into his mouth under the mask.

“Delicious baby. I can’t wait to devour you whole.” His voice was dark and muffled. He pulled the mask up so it rested on his curls. “But if I don’t fuck you right now, I am gonna fucking combust.”

“Please, Eddie, please.”

The man spread your legs and returned the knife to the back of your neck. He pressed slightly, encouraging you to spread yourself out for him and push your head further into your sheets. You heard the crunch of foil opening.

“You ready for me, doll?” Eddie sneered. “You gonna take me like a good girl?” You shook your head violently. Eddie grabbed his length and hissed as he ran it through your wet folds. You whined at the stretch of his fat dock pressing into you. He stretched you to the point where you had no idea how he was going to move, you were already so full. You felt the knife leave your body again and you heard a slump of Eddie removing his jacket and shirt. You looked behind you to see Eddie slowly pumping in and out of you, his soft abs tensing as he thrust. His pale skin was littered with black tattoos and spatterings of red blood. Eddie felt your tight pussy clench against him and any kind of control he was trying to maintain was gone. His grip migrated to your hips and you were sure he would leave bruises later. He burrowed into you at an unforgiving pace, making you see stars. You cried Eddie’s name out, edging him closer and closer to his release, but he was determined to make you fall apart under him. He moved his hand to rest on your ass, sending a couple of slaps to your round cheeks.

“Eddie… I’m gonna… I-”

“Let go for me, good girl. Come on.”

Eddie’s thumb moved to tease your puckered hole that was on perfect display for him. He pushed into your tight hole up to his first knuckle and you cried out in ecstasy. Your orgasm waved over you and you shook like a leaf around him. Both of your holes had him in a vice and it sent him over the edge as well. The two of you moaned together as you worked each other through your climaxes.

You stilled until both of your chests were done heaving. Eddie pulled himself out of you with a grunt and he stood off of your bed. You got up to face him, holding the mask’s cheeks like they were just an extension of your lover.

“Stay the night?” you asked.

“I would love to, but can I steal a shower? Don’t wanna get your pink sheets all bloody.

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