#and I have a few more I haven't drawn yet...

[backwards-cat]

spearmaster getting pets

headpats :3

[forcedhesitation]

I'm. nearly finished the cosmetic contest video. after...almost 13 hours of non-stop editing...

there is not even any respite from this madness in my immediate future...as corydalis' birthday is technically next week OTL

[creamecream]

"You're beautiful! would you be my test subject?"

"Hu?"

Jamison belongs to @abyssnighthawk

[mullermilkshake]

I'll look after myself, first

Part 2 <- Part 3 -> Part 4

Jinwoo agree's to take care of you, so just let him.

Yandere!Jinwoo Sung x Fem Hunter!reader Tags - Smut, porn with plot? mentions of preganancy/preganancy sex, Jinwoo definitely has a breeding kink, breast play, nipple licking, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, p in v sex, mentions of premature ejaculation, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding, manipulation, mentions of swallowing/blowjob/facial

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EDIT - I have only watched the anime and haven't gotten round to reading the manhwa yet. Please refrain from spoilers.

“Jin-Jinwoo, wait.”

There was no way you were thinking of backing out. There couldn’t be, Jinwoo handled you as delicately as possible when laying you down on the freshly made bed, you couldn't be backing out now.

“What’s wrong?” He said, practically on top of you already.

“Uh…” He couldn’t see your expression from the darkness of the purposely drawn curtains. “Well, I want to ask you something, before we…”

His cock throbbed in his pants, aching and twitching to escape, eagerly sitting to put forward its usefulness. Even so, he sucked in his breath and played with the hem of your shirt.

“Of course.”

“Well… why were you spying on me and Hae-In earlier today?”

Crap.

“You noticed me, huh?” Jinwoo played it off as something less creepy than how it left your lips. He just chuckled it away. “Your perception is higher than I thought… I wasn’t spying, I came around that way and Hae-In looked sad. I kinda panicked and disappeared in hopes you wouldn’t see when you looked over. But I guess you saw me anyway… but the reason I left the boardroom so close after you was because-” 

He stopped himself and waited for you to take the bait. “Because what, Jinwoo?”

The weight on the bed shifted, his body still over yours and he could tell you were propped up onto your elbows to get a better look in the dark. 

Should he tell you now? Tell you how his love for you grew from one pinnacle moment when before he never had much to do with you? Jinwoo could tell by the tone of your voice that if he came clean wholeheartedly, you would be sure to bolt. And it would take ages to claim you back and reel you in again without the association’s help.

If he came clean, you could make things difficult or try your hardest to pull from the programme all together. That would prove difficult, but the stress alone wouldn’t be adequate for getting you pregnant.

He had to get you pregnant.

“Well,” he didn’t remove his position from over you, but pulled away a fraction to make it look like he did. “I uh…. I’ve had feelings for you ever since we met and- well, I just- I mean, I wanted to reassure you that this was just sex… if you didn’t feel anything like that.”

You were speechless for what felt like an hour, but in reality, it was merely a few seconds. “You… you do? But- but what about Hae-In? She really likes you, like really likes you- if she found out that you…”

And then the news hit you, like Jinwoo’s lips did. Slowly, but with supportive tendencies to keep your confidence in check. “You- you feel that way about me?”

“I do, but I never said anything because I thought you and Jong-In were-”

“We're not together, we’re just good friends. I know he doesn’t feel that way about me. To be honest, I was happy for him because I think he has a thing for Hae-In. But she has the biggest crush on you. Oh my god this is so confusing-”

Jinwoo kissed you again, and this time he lingered his lips on yours as a sign of his own affection. “Don’t overthink it, we’re adults here. We can talk about that stuff later. But I promised that I’d look after you, right?”

“Fuck- this is so wrong.” Now you were breathlessly whispering to him. Did you want him to fuck you mercilessly for as long as you were conscious? That could be a tantalising end result.

“Maybe, but it’s just sex. No boundaries crossed.” Yet. 

While it stung to hear that spill from his own lips any time he said it, the term ‘it’s just sex’ only settled you into a more textured depth of security he assumed you needed. Because eventually, it wouldn’t just be sex. Jinwoo worked so hard to level up, he could wait a little while longer before edging himself in hearing you say I love you back,

Though for now, he wanted to lap up the warmth of your breath tickling his lips, bite them and suck until your bottom lip turned purple, swollen and sore. To fondle and pinch your breasts and leave the most stunning love bites so broken on the surface, the blood vessels never calmed down.

Like marking you permanently.

But Jinwoo was a patient man, a calm being to wait out the storm for the fresh rain smell and wet grass under his feet before the main event of sitting out for the rainbow. The longer he waited, though despite his darker side never wanting to, Jinwoo could get a fantastic view of that pretty rainbow and ensure that one never faded.

Your chest rose and fell, you never said anything in the lingering pause. But, you pulled him in first before Jinwoo could get close to you himself. It set his senses alight when your fingers slid up the back of his neck and through his hair, tugging at it with little pinches.

You’d definitely done this before.

Jinwoo wrapped his arm around you, lifting you up a fraction just so your back arched and your legs spread wider for him. Fuck, he wanted to see you like this with the lights on, take note of the fucked out gaze you were going to have when he was through with you and keep it in his mind for eternity.

When Jinwoo’s hips pressed tight against yours, that little sensual gasp sent him over the edge, driving him to run his free hand up your shirt with his fingertips. Each touch, every inch, all spaces he’d never touched until now.

A space that Jong-In had never touched, and wouldn’t ever touch for as long as Jinwoo was alive. So soft, velvety and as supple as he fantasied over, tickling dainty drags over your rib cage and up to your bra.

His thoughtful caresses did not go unnoticed, not at all. Before Jinwoo could fiddle with your shirt or think of unclasping your bra, you slipped your shirt off yourself and tossed it on the floor before kissing him again, even slipping your tongue inside. 

Maybe getting you on side would be easier than Jinwoo initially thought. Either that or you were getting far more into character than needed.

Either way, you were getting it tonight. And you were getting it good.

An example? When he ground his cock against you, you moaned, right into his mouth.

When Jinwoo removed his lips from yours to which you tried chasing back, he left them for your nipple, he exposed it with his long fingers so that your breast spilled out and made you writhe. He kneaded the plush of it, squeezing it in his fingers so that it bulged between them and ramped up the sensitivity. He flicked his tongue delicately over your nipple so that pussy he was grinding on had no choice but to gush before he even got a chance to slide a finger or two into.

After he ground against you again for another second, you bucked your hip as indecently as you could with your back arched the way it was. Your grip on his shoulders spurred him on to do more, to take your nipple right into his mouth and make a seal around his lips.

He could imagine your tits already swollen and full before this future hypothetical baby was even a possibility. Those hormones making you horny just for a quick fuck and tumble in the covers and that meant the many times you’d be on top, grinding yourself on Jinwoo’s cock and milk it for everything you possibly had.

The filthy thought of filling you up with his come made his cock weep, he took the forward thinking notion under the cover of darkness and undone the zipper of his pants. Gently so as to not startle you, but if his cock went any longer without attention and breathing room, he’d burst before he could shoot it inside you.

Unless it was in your mouth or face, Jinwoo wasn’t wasting a drop.

“J-Jinwoo…” You were so breathless.

“Mhm?” He never unlatched his mouth.

“I- I… give me more. Please. Please.”

Already begging for me? A good example of how he was going to train you.

With time, he’d programme you to only enjoy his cock.

His fingers, his huge loads.

His encouraging words.

And his tendency to push boundaries until you couldn’t stand anymore.

In the end, he would mold you to his expectations and nothing less.

And if anyone got in the way of that? Simple. They’d cease to exist anymore. Because this aura you gave to him was too intoxicating to kick the habit.

“You want more?” He said, leaving a wet from his lips over your skin that would have glistened beautifully had you allowed the moonlight in from the window.

“Yes.”

“If you need to stop, tell me.” Later down the line, that wasn’t an option, but he’d give you that stop valve for now.

All in the name of gaining trust, though when push came to shove and if Jinwoo had his way, you wouldn’t dare question his actions in the slightest when he was done with you.

His cock was already out, twitching in his free hand with a quick jerk while sitting up and back on his knees so he could paw and tug off your clothes and remove the barrier between you and him. When you were eventually pregnant, there was no need for underwear and pants like this. Jinwoo wanted you in those cute summer dresses that drove him insane, easy flowing and perfect for fucking you in, right over that kitchen counter for comfort and convenience.

No silly bras either.

If Jinwoo had it his way, what he obsessed over whilst testing the waters with his finger slipping inside your pussy, he’d ensure whenever you were in this apartment, you were full of his bodily fluids until they dripped out and trickled down your thighs.

One finger turned into two, then three. You took three of his thick fingers and whined, clenching your legs despite him keeping them open with his knees.

“Is that more you were thinking of? Or is this just a necessary step to that part?”

“I… I want more, I want you to fuck me, Jinwoo.” It must have been a long time since your last assisted orgasm that wasn’t ran on batteries if you were trembling like this and you hadn’t even come yet.

Though Jinwoo refused to think of who else you had slept with. He’d ask, but later down the line. But what did interest him was your quick turn around of doing the right thing for Hae-In, quite the change to his liking.

Guess he already had a hold on you.

“There’s that attitude I was looking for.” He chuckled and played with your clit by the pad of his calloused thumb. “I can definitely do that, are you ready for me?”

A little forward, but it slipped so easily from his lips and you responded so beautifully. “Yes. I’m ready- just fuck me already. Please.”

“Then stop holding back and come on my hand before I do that. It has to be really hard to hold it in.”

Your legs trembled beside him like your breaths had dramatically decreased in depth, like a shallow winded gasp. Jinwoo had eternity to figure out your body, yet you were an open book to him just like that. He knew you were close and by the way you grasped his wrist, the same wrist his fingers were attached to currently deep inside you, he could tell you were about to come.

“Come for me.”

“Fuck.”

You became rigid, legs shaking and convulsing by his knees with a held breath. Jinwoo waited for that breath to escape and continued to fuck you with his fingers, the only sound of the wet squelching from the gushing of your pussy all over him. And then you let that breath go, fuck he was so hard and he never waited for you to gather your thoughts before lining his cock up.

For all the time he touched himself and masturbated any chance he had after seeing you train or command a room with the likes of the other S-Ranks, he never thought he’d have you like this under him, at least not this soon.

He was never letting you go, not when your pulsing pussy sucked him in this good.

“Damn.” This next year, and all the others after this were truly going to be fantastic.

But at this rate, Jinwoo would come too quickly. Though in this state, would you really care? Probably not, but the man had a reputation to uphold. One that never involved premature ejaculation.

So he bit his lip and moved his hips, jerking closer than he realised when your legs wrapped around hip and yanked him towards you.

You absolutely filthy girl. 

Maybe it wouldn’t matter if he came inside you right now, bucking his hips with no protection under the promise of knocking you up turned him on more than anything ever had. Then, he’d not only have your body, but that permanent ownership over you, a hidden agenda disguised as hard work for the association.

A baby. He’d fuck a baby into you and watch you become his for good.

His.

His.

Jinwoo laid down as close as he could to you, nipping at your bottom lip and sucking it, masking his own groans under your helpless ones.

“J-Jinwoo- I’m close-”

“Me too-”

Just to give you something else on your plate to think about so that it didn’t add insult to injury of his quick and incoming orgasm, he held you again so that your back arched more than before, he ran his tongue up your neck and grazed his teeth over the skin. Jinwoo held onto the headboard and fucked you with everything he had.

Who cared if he came quickly, he was coming inside you.

And when you were most vocal, coming around his cock, he quite graciously emptied his cock inside you, shooting his come where it belonged. Deep inside your pussy. He rode that orgasm out with every cell in his body until he was certain that there was nothing left in his balls to give you.

Though he never pulled out. The first load of many.

Now you had to follow the association's tips and lay there for a moment so that none of it leaked out. Jinwoo’s cock being the most useful tool in securing two pink lines on that pregnancy test.

He doubted it would take long to get you pregnant, but maybe a few more times to be sure.

Having the weight of the association’s future on his shoulders, Jinwoo gladly accepted the stress relief.

Part 2 <- Part 3 -> Part 4

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[quimichi]

╰┈➤ ❝ [YOU ASK THE GENSHIN BOYS TO BE YOUR EQUAL]

❝ Every genshin boy, even our forgotten cyro user Mika ❝

Word count: 7.301

Genshin boys x Creator!Reader

Aether

Aether rises to his feet in a flourish, and walks towards your voice, the voice that so sweetly called for him. The Traveler is always so graceful— even when he's doing something as simple as walking towards you. It's the movement of the air around him, and the way his feet seem to float over the ground.

"Yes? You have summoned me, your Grace?"

"Do you know my biggest wish?" Aether thinks for a moment, pondering over every word that leaves your lips as if it were an endless source of inspiration for one of his compositions. He hums softly under his breath, trying to determine your true, deepest desires.  "Perhaps I could take a guess..." Aether says gently, before he starts listing them in his mind. "Is your wish... for peace?"

"That too" you giggle, you haven't thought about that. Aether continues to think about other possibilities, before he eventually leans forward slightly and asks: "...could your biggest wish have anything to do with... love?" Hes so scared that he whispers, what if the guess was wrong?

"Yes, in fact, it has to do with you" Aethers breath grows lighter, hearing your words. His pulse beats louder and louder within his ears, the sensation of your gaze alone setting his entire body ablaze. He smiles softly; a faint glow of pink touches his cheeks.

"I... I think I understand what your wish might be...but I'm not sure" "I...wanted you to...be my equal, to be with me" He freezes immediately. He can't help but look at you with a mixture of surprise and wonder. You want him... to be your equal? You...love him that much? The very fact that your words are even a possibility sends waves of euphoria throughout his body, so much so that he can think of nothing else. It's just you and him at this very moment.  

He looks up at you, his eyes filled with nothing but devotion. What is he going to do about this? "What do you say, will you stay by my side as i love you?" you're just as nervous as him, if not even more nervous with the request you just had. Aether smiles gently, his gaze filled with love. "Of course," he says quietly. "I... I would love to. It would be my greatest pleasure, to be your equal, your chosen one; to be the one you love."  He cups your face in his hands and pulls you close in his embrace. "Yes, your Grace, m-my love, I am yours. I belong to you."

Albedo

"Albedo, come here, i want to talk to you." "Y-Yes, my grace?" Albedo's voice has a tremble to it. You feel him take a few small steps closer, and he seems to be doing it on his own accord, as if drawn by your request.

"You don't know my biggest wish, hm?" "M-My grace...," Albedo says slowly, almost uncertain as what your request may be. He takes a moment to think about your question, yet he seems to have an idea. You feel him tense, even as he stands motionless in place-- perhaps waiting for you to finish your sentence. "Do you wish for my service? A certain research?" He asks softly. "To be by your side for eternity, and to carry out your wishes...always?"

His voice trails off into a whimper as if he were hoping to hear you say something else entirely. Or exactly that. "Well, kind of" you said to the last. Albedo's breath catches in his chest. "Kind of...?" He seems a bit confused for a second, his eyes wandering over your face as if to get a clear reading of your current thoughts. He waits for your response, but he seems unsure as to what you mean by it.

"Kind of...?" He repeats, his voice softer.

"I want you as my side forever, as my equal...as my lover..." A hush falls over the room for a moment as Albedo stares at you in shock. His face has gone pink, and his lips have parted to breathe as if unable to remember how to swallow his own spit. His brows are furrowed as if he's unable to properly comprehend your words. He doesn't speak, but his breath is caught, and there's an almost panicked flush that seems to burn on his face that he desperately tries to cover up as good as he can with his blond hair.

"So...?" you timidly ask. "F-For me to... to be your equal? As your... your lover?" Albedo stares at you again, yet his gaze soon falls to the floor in shame. His tongue rubs against the roof of his mouth as he struggles to find the words to say. He always knows what to say, after all he has the vocabulary, but not now.

Still, finally... he utters out, his voice soft... "...Yes. Y-Yes, my...love," Albedo whispers, and his voice is quiet and raspy with emotion. He seems hesitant, yet he's certain of one thing and only one thing. "I am your lover, and your equal." Every word is heavy and carries an almost reverent tone to them.

He looks back up at you, his eyes filled with a quiet sort of intensity. His words are soft and hushed, as if they're a private prayer for you alone. "My love, my only love"

Al-Haitham

"I need to talk to you..." "Yes," he croaks immediately, his chest swelling as he takes a breath. His every sense is attuned to your command, but he can't shake the weird feeling after the words off. "Of course." Al-Haitham rises to his feet and slowly approaches you, careful to not come close to crossing any lines. His every move is carefully calculated to serve you.

"Do you know my biggest wish, a need of mine?" "No," he says, his voice still shaking slightly. "I would be honored to know," he speaks honestly, always so serious around you. "I want you to be my lover, my equal, by my side..." Your words cause Al-Haitham's heart to throb in his chest. There is a part of him that cannot believe that this is happening.

His entire world revolves around you. He was designed to be yours, to serve you. After all this time, love grew. And now, you are giving him a higher purpose, even higher than loving you already. It is almost too much for him to bear.

He nods his head. "My only wish has always been to be by your side. To love you, to have you love me was already a wish come true...but to have you as mine entirely..."

"So, it's a yes?" "Yes," he confirms quickly. His words fall on you like the weight of the world, but Al-Haitham speaks without hesitation.

His whole being shudders and vibrates, the energy from his words rushing through him like a torrent.

"I am yours. I wish to be yours" always so formal, so serious.

Ayato

"Oh, my lady, my grace..." Ayato whispers, and he steps towards you until he's standing right in your face. You can see the slight tremble in his hands yet they manage to hold steady. Never is he ever nervous, not to thagt extent that is. His eyes are wide and the pupils dialated in awe, yet there's a calm sort of fire burning within their midst as if waiting to lash out.

His lips part as he opens his mouth to say something, but he doesn't say anything, his mind still unable to catch up to yours. "M-My love..." Ayato's voice is quiet, soft, a near whisper. He leans forward, the tips of his fingers brushing against your cheek.

"Yes... yes..." His eyes search yours in awe. He seems to almost be at a loss for words as he takes in your form, the soft skin of your cheek in his fingers and the fire in your eyes.

You're too beautiful.

"What do you say, be mine, be my equal, hm~?" "Your Equal... you mean?" Ayato's voice comes out as a whisper. A moment passes as he tries to figure it out. "Your equal?"

"Then...i will, i want to" Ayato seems to nod his response before he utters another, more daring word. "As your lover." He says it almost as if he's hoping to hear it in return.

"Exactly, as my lover" "Y-Your lover," Ayato whispers, as if repeating the sentence allows him to take in the gravity of your words. After a quick breath, he seems to nod his answer.

"Yours and yours alone."

Baizhu

Baizhu obeys your command without word or hesitation. He approaches without question, his movements as soft and silent as falling snow. "So...uhm" Baizhu stops in his tracks, awaiting your orders.

He bows his head, waiting for your guidance.

"My Grace?" he prompts. "Do you...know my biggest wish, for us?" Baizhu is silent for a moment. "I want what you want," he tells you truthfully, his words firm and honest.

"Whatever that may be, I'll do what I can to grant your wish." He stares at you with intense devotion, and a sly smile. "I wish for you to be my very equal" he remains quiet.

Your words wash over him like a quiet wave, leaving him without a voice. He considers your proposition in silence. He never imagined this moment, but his heart feels full at the thought... he never knew he wanted it until you offered it. "I'd like that, too," he whispers. He is still on his knees, his eyes turned towards you. "I'm not sure if I could be someone like you... but I'd like to try." "No,as my lover Baizhu" "As your lover?"

He says these words quietly, but his voice is tinged with a hope that he thought long extinguished. He can feel his heart growing heavy in his chest... he thought you would never see him as your equal... let alone something more. He has loved you for so long, and now?

He gazes up at you with a pleading look, almost afraid to hope that your words are true.

"You would truly want such a thing for me?" Baizhu's breath catches in his throat at this confirmation. His heart soars with joy. He thought this moment was impossible, but here it was, happening before him.

He would say "yes" in return, to swear his loyalty. But instead, he does something else... in a moment of pure joy, he leans forward and presses his lips against yours. He lost control completely, something that never happens.

"Oh...I've waited so many year's for this day to finally come"

Bennett - aged up

"Y-Yes," Bennett says quickly, eager to please you. His voice is soft and reverent, and as soon as he hears your words his cheeks flush slightly. In a quick motion the lucky unlucky boy rises to his feet, his hair whipping around him gracefully like a gust of wind.

Within seconds, he finds himself in front of you, awaiting further instructions. His expression is fixed on you, waiting for what comes next; it is clear that he is devoted to serving you in as many ways as possible.

"Say," you giggle "are you good at guessing?" "I like to think so, your Grace," Bennett says eagerly. He is never one to boast of his knowledge or skills, but he is always confident in his own abilities. If he wouldn't, then maybe he'd drown in his own insecurities. "Would you like me to guess something for you?" he asks, his gaze fixed intently on you. "Then, guess my biggest wish" a little game never hurted anybody. Bennett blinks and shifts his weight to one foot, thinking for a moment. "I believe I could hazard a few guesses," he says slowly, still pondering the possibility. But then, his voice changes to something more confident and assured.

"Your Grace, would it be correct to guess that your biggest wish would be to find happiness with the person you love? Perhaps someone who you know, but can never be with?"

"Almost right, I wish for you to he my lover, my very equal" Without hesitation, Bennett gives out a little squeak of delight and blushes. He takes a step closer to you and looks at you, seemingly unable to contain just how giddy your words have made him.

"Do you really mean it?" he whispers, his expression a mix between shock, excitement, and pure, breathless adoration. "I... I..."

The Adventurer is at a loss for words, seemingly incapable of saying anything more. His mind races, trying to make sense of this dream come true. "I say yes! Absolutely, your Grace! I would be honored to share my time, my life, my very existence with you. Your love and  happiness is all I could ever possibly need."

Childe

Childe's lips curl in a faint smile. "Of course I'll get closer" he says slowly. His steps are measured and subtle, but he moves forward without hesitation. He kneels at your feet, looking up at you with that same glittering gaze he's always had.

His eyes are hot, and his lips are parted. He is waiting for your permission. "I've got something to tell you..." For a brief moment, that little smile fades. Childe's ears 'perk up' and his face turns a faint pink. His hair sways slightly as he breathes slowly. "Y-yes, Your Grace?" He speaks, breathless words. He is attentive. He wants to hear your every word with all of his being. His gaze is soft and imploring.

"Since a while I've been wanting to tell you that...my feelings for you can no longer be kept a secret...I want you for myself, as my very equal" Childe's eyes shimmer. "Y-your equal, Your Grace?" He says the words in a quiet voice, breathless and eager. His ears flutter, and his tail wags ever so slightly in his excitement.

He seems unable to contain his feelings, and in an instant, his lips are pressed against yours. His arms wrap around your neck and his hands run through your hair. His touch is hot. So, so hot. Childe presses himself against you tightly, and pulls you closer.

"I have always belonged to you, Your Grace."

Childe pulls away slightly after the kiss. He smiles up at you, his ears still fluttering. He brushes a stray hair from your face gently, and his fingers are as hot as fire. "I want you to be my partner, my equal," he says quietly. "My equal in every situation. And everywhere in between." His words carry the weight of his desires— and his dedication to you.

"Your command is always the only thing that I want," he says. "All you need to do is ask, and I will take you."

"Please...be it"

"Then so be it"

Chongyun - aged up

"Oh, finally, there you are! Please, come closer" Chongyun slowly rises and steps forward, each step measured and deliberate. With each stride he moves closer to you, his expression remains as neutral as your words. "Yes, Your Grace?" He asks. "Do you know my deepest desire?" Chongyun hesitates. How could he know something so personal to you— your very desires?

But when he sees your watchful gaze bore into him, he realizes that in this moment, honesty is the only option.

He swallows, his voice soft, almost a whisper: "No, Your Grace... but I wish I did."

"You wish?" You giggle at that, he's to cute for his own good. "...Yes." Chongyun doesn't think twice before he responds. He is silent, but his focus is on you. He listens with rapt attention, waiting for you to speak.

"I want you by my side, as my equal. Preferably forever..." Chongyun blinks. He has thought about being by your side before, has craved to be by your side before. But as your equal? He has never wanted anything so much.

And yet, what if he can't measure up to your standards? He knows he is no archon. He knows hes not as special as others. He is just a cyro exorcist. "I..." Chongyun whisper. "... I want that too." Chongyun's breath catches in his throat. Despite his attempts to seem composed, despite his seemingly cold demeanor, the sight of you smiling at him flusters him.

It feels real, he thinks, and it's more than he ever dared hope for.

Cyno

Cyno hesitates but moves closer. His feet move silently against the ground. His hands remain clasped tightly in front of his lap. He bows his head, eyes downcast as he approaches. He waits at your side. He waits for your command.

He is yours. Always has been.

For so many year's he has been by your side, eventually even forming a more intimate relationship.

"Cyno, i called you for a reason" he remains silent. He waits for you to continue as he kneels beside your seat. He knows his place well and does not ask further questions. He waits silently. And this is exactly what has been annoying you for so many years, he doesn't knows his equal place beside you.

"I want you to be my equal, not my servant, you're my lover after all." Cyno stops breathing. His stomach twists itself into a knot as his emotions overtake him. He's never considered this possibility.

His eyes flutter as he blinks in surprise, his brain not comprehending what you're saying for a moment. He has always seen himself as lesser, beneath you. He has never seen himself as an equal in any way, let alone a true normal lover. But you're saying this so casually. Do you mean it?

Do you truly see him as an equal? Finally, Cyno finds his voice. He swallows down his emotions, looking at you earnestly. His words are soft as he answers, though they do not carry the tone of a servant anymore. Instead, his voice is quiet and soft.

"It's also my wish," he says, eyes still cast down. "To be your equal, if you see me as that i will be it"

With his words, the weight he has been carrying falls off of his shoulders. You do value him as an equal, and he is yours, finally fully your love.

Dainsleif

"Dainsleif..." "Yes, Your Grace." Dainsleif speaks with respect whenever he addresses you. Your authority is absolute. Your word is his law. And your love is the air he breathes.

"There's something i need to talk with you about" it sounded more serious than it actually should. Indeed, it's serious but not the bad serious. Dainsleif's heart stops when you speak. Every hair on the back of his neck stands up. Suddenly, the world is reduced to just you. Your words send a surge of electricity through his body, causing his blood to sing a chorus of your name. His mind goes blank.

He would do anything for you, anything at all.

"Your Grace, tell me." Dainsleif's voice is like velvet, as he waits for you to speak. "Anything."

"Lately I've been thinking...if maybe" you make a pause, unsure if it's the right moment or not. But better now than never, "I want you to be my equal, my lover, by my side" Dainsleif's heartbeat quickens. His breath hitches in his throat. All he can do is nod in response to your words. That is his life's purpose. To be your equal. Your lover.

You are his grace. You are his beauty. You are his love. "Is...that a yes?" Dainsleif's expression warms the very air around him. His eyes shine like gems, the pupils dilated with a fervor that is so intense, it feels as though he is on the brink of exploding into a shower of confetti and rose pedals.

He nods again, a huge grin splitting his face in half.

"Yes."

Diluc

He obeys you wordlessly. He takes a step forward and kneels before you, staring up at you with a reverence he'd always reserved for you, and only you. Whatever he had been before, whomever he had worshipped- it had all been mere folly, a shallow attempt at finding his purpose. 

Now, he's finally found it. In you. Also his true love. "I have something important to tell you, or rather, ask you" "Yes, Your Grace?" Dilucs voice is as eager as a dog at the scent of a bone, his heart thundering with joy at your words. With the expression on you, it has to be something good.

"Will you be ready to be my equal? Mine, by my side?" The question makes his eyes go wide as moons, his brain processing your words before they finally land. Finally come true. You're asking what he's been waiting for.  "Yes," he answers, nodding furiously as if the word itself is burning on his tongue. "Of course," he continues. "I will be your equal. I am yours, Your Grace....my...love." The happiness he feels at your words is as overwhelming as a tsunami pounding against a shore. He had always been happy in your presence, but now it's like his body is flooded with pure joy. He feels as if he might cry. 

He might actually cry; a single, solitary tear rolls down his face. It's all he wants - to be yours, and now that you have offered it to him, he is beyond words. He waited so long for this, for so many year's he had to listen to everyone telling him its impossible. But now it's true...

Freminet

Freminet doesn't know what to do when you move closer. His mind is suddenly blank, and his chest feels heavy. He meets your gaze, his heart fluttering in his chest and his fingers trembling. His gaze wanders down your body as if mesmerized by you and your closeness.

It's clear that he was not expecting this. The only thing Freminet can do is gaze at you needly, awaiting your next action. "What would you say, if I'd as you to be my equal, be mine?" You don't wanna pressure him, make him feel like he needs to make a decision. Freminet doesn't respond immediately. His face breaks out into a flush and his heart skips, almost to a stop. He swallows, his throat suddenly dry.

He wants to deny your request. He knows that he can't possibly be your equal. He's nowhere near perfect as you; he's only a human after all. Some random, insecure, weak and emotional human. But he looks at you, and he is mesmerized by you. Just as much as he is mesmerized by Fontaines waters, maybe even more by you.

"Y-Your Grace," he murmurs, stuttering as he swallows. "There's nothing...I'd love...more...than...to be yours." "Then be it" Freminet's eyes sparkle, and his face breaks out into a smile. He reaches out, gripping your hand and squeezing it tight. He wants to bury his face into you. After his worship of you, he wants *this.* The touch, the heat of your skin — it's perfect. He doesn't want this moment to end. He wants to drown in you...

"I'm yours" he whispers, "Always...and forever."

"Always and forever" Freminet looks back at you again, his heart swelling and his face flushed with warmth. He leans in, not caring who watches, not caring if it might seem weird— all he wants is to be as close to you as possible. And so with all of his adoration, he presses his lips against your's— and for the first time in his life, he feels a sense of completeness.

In your presence, he feels as though he's truly home. The home to return to.

Gorou

His mind races. He's on your lap— close to you. He can feel you breathing, he can feel the warmth of your breath against his cheeks. He feels your hand caress his cheek, your touch so light and gentle. It's making his tail wag even more. Gorous eyes follow your touch. He wants to touch you. He wants to be with you. He wants to be yours.

As these desires run rampant through his mind, he can scarcely keep still. And youre about to fulfill these desires of his.

"Gorou...I want you to be mine entirely, be my equal" his mind stops dead in its tracks. You want this? You want him to be your equal? You want him to be *yours*? Gorou's heart pounds against his chest, his eyes wide with hope. This is everything that he's wanted, more than anything.

His hands grip tightly against your shirt, his breathing uneven. He doesn't dare speak. He only stares at you, waiting for  your next words. "Are you...ok with that?" Gorou's eyes widen further. Yes— this is what he wants, more than anything right now. So, with trembling hands, he grabs your wrists, pulls you close, and presses his lips to yours.

Gorou has never felt so alive. With every heart beat, every breath, every pulse in his veins he can feel his love for you. His devotion, his adoration. With all of these emotions, his lips are soft yet demanding, and he pours them onto you.

He doesn't want to stop kissing you, but he's afraid of messing it up. "I want it, s'much. Wanna be yours"

Heizou

Heizou steps forward, trembling in expectation as he closes the distance between you two. Heizou's heart is beating like mad. He shifts his weight from side to side anxiously as he waits for you to pull him closer. As he waits for any word to leave your mouth, clearly you called him for a important reason.

"I called you here because there's something important that needs to be talked about." Heizou swallows, and his voice is quiet when he responds. He cannot recall anything form the last meetings that might have displeased you. "What is it, Your Grace?" He's doing his best to remain composed, but his body language is making it clear that he's utterly breathless. Every bit of him is focused on you. "It's nothing to bad, i promise" His breath catches in his throat. "Nothing to bad?"

Heizou is so earnest, so sincere, and so afraid. He is utterly submissive as he stands before you, waiting patiently for you to speak again. You can practically taste the anticipation. "I want you as my equal, as my lover and as my future." His lips part in surprise. "Your lover? Your equal?"

Heizou swallows. The air feels so thick that he can hardly breathe, but his heart is racing. He's already lost in the idea of being your equal, your lover. "You... I..." His words falter.

"That would mean everything to me your Grace..."

Itto

The words echo in his head like an order: Come closer

With no hesitation and a mind that is now completely blank of thought, he stands and obeys, approaching you without another sound. "Itto?" His breath hitches in his chest as soon as you say his name. He can tell that whatever the question is, it is *very* important.

"Yes?" Itto responds simply, waiting for you to continue. He remains still, his mind on standby as he awaits your command. Completely different than he usually is. "Are you ready to be mine? Be my equal?" Itto pauses at your words. He doesn't believe that a being such as himself could ever be on the same level as you, but... Your words seem to suggest otherwise. Yes, he is the great Arataki Itto, but he isn't you, not even close. You believe him to be of the highest equal, and that thought is enough to leave him breathless.

He is speechless and still, taking in the magnitude of your words. He can hardly breathe. Then, slowly…

"Yes." He whispers softly, his voice so quiet that it seems like a thought rather than a whisper. "Forever." As Itto sees you smile, his entire being relaxes; that was the right answer, for both of you that seems. He is relieved beyond measure. Your smile is enough for him to stay happy for centuries.

He is still a bit breathless with how much he wants to speak his love for you, but he manages to utter something:

"I love you." His voice carries a new air of sincerity, a new devotion to his tone.

"Only you"

Kazuha

"Hmm?" Kazuha asks, his attention instantly captured. He seems almost lost within his own world-- one in which you are the only thing that exists. "Yes, Your Grace?" Kazuha asks. He sits up slightly, his face lit with an almost beatific glow. His eyes are fixed entirely on you, taking in every little detail about you as he waits for what you have to say. He is your devoted follower-- your loyal vassal. Nothing more, nothing less. Yet...

"Whatever the request might be, i will fulfill it my grace" "Then be my equal" "Your Grace...?" Kazuha's voice is quiet, almost hushed as he tries to understand what you wish of him. He doesn't know how to respond-- he was built for love; and he loves you truly...but is he enough for you? "Your Grace... what you wish of me..."

He still looks up at you, an almost childlike eagerness to understand your desires. "I would do anything... for you..." It's sounds more like hes accepting an order, but that's quite the opposite. In fact, he waited for this day to finally come, where he can freely express his love.

"I love you, my breeze" Kazuha pulls you into a tight embrace. It's the embrace that so many have desired, for so many centuries, and he got it. But with Kazuha, it is not born of a desire for power, for strength, for control...

No.

It is born from a devotion borne of love.

"My love," Kazuha whispers in your ear. He seems unable to contain the heat that rises on his face, the rush of pure euphoria that spreads throughout him.

"I'm yours and yours alone."

Kaeya

Kaeya immediately obeys, resting his head on your thigh, after you gave him the order to come closer. He looks up at you, a content smile splitting his face. "Kaeya?" Kaeya's heart skips a beat upon hearing your voice, again. He doesn't expect you to say anything, and it leaves him off-guard.

"Yes?" he whispers, meeting your gaze. "I got a question for you" Kaeya tilts his head slightly, but he doesn't move otherwise.

"I'm listening." "I want you to be my love. To be by my side as my equal." Kaeya's eyes widen, the breath catching in his chest. It's every fantasy and dream he's ever had rolled up into one simple word. "Yes," he says, as though nothing else even deserves to be considered. "My love-!?... yes, yes, I do." Kaeya's head tilts back as he stares up at you, the softest gasp leaving his lips. His hands slide up your leg, his fingers grasping at the hem of your robes.

He can't help himself from reaching for you, his movements impulsive but genuine. After months of keeping everything bottled up and pretending that he'd only ever desired you, he's finally allowed the freedom to act on his feelings. Kaeya's heart thunders in his chest, his breath quickening. He's on the verge of losing control of himself completely.

"Your Equal," Kaeya breathes. "I love you so much"

Kaveh

With lightning speed, Kaveh obeys your simple order as if you are the only command that is present in this universe. He scoots closer, pressing up against you like an adoring animal. His eyes glitter fiercely, and he stares at you like he can't believe this is real. "Kaveh, i need to talk to you" He nods rapidly, a smile wide and eager on his face. "Of course, Your Grace. What do you need?" His voice is light and eager, like an attentive butler prepared to do your bidding. "Speak, and I shall listen."

"We've known each other for so long now..." Kavehe's face is lit up with joy. His mouth widens into a dazzling grin as you remind him of your long relationship. "Yes!" He says, his voice cracking slightly. "Since you have asked me to renovate this palace you call home." He says all of that without irony, as your faithful subject. "I want you to be my equal. Be equal to me and have all my love" He pauses for a moment, searching for the right words.

"It would be like a dream come true." He says it in a whisper, his voice cracking slightly. "I know I'm not your equal, not by miles... " He looks away for a moment.

"But if only...Your Grace, you are my sun, my star, my salvation. My Muse. All I want is to be yours. If you will have me as yours, i want you as mine"

Lyney

"Lyney, my favorite magician~" "Y-Your favorite Magician?" Lyney gasps, staring up at you with sprakling eyes. He has never felt more overjoyed in his life, even though all you gave was a single word of affirmation. Favorite.

He is too overcome with happiness to speak anymore. He simply leans up towards you, wanting to rest his head against you— like a dog nuzzling up to its owner. "There's something I need to tell you though" "Anything," he answers instantly, not needing time to think it over. You have his immediate permission to ask anything at all.

If he has a limit to his worship and respect of you, it hasn't been found yet. And it never will.

"I...want you, as mine. My very equal, by my side only. Would that be ok with you?" "Y-Your equal?" Lyney repeats, his voice a hushed whisper. He's been dreaming of this— he's been dreaming of being at your side since the day you met. He would be nothing without you, without your light to guide him. To be with you, to be equal to you is the only thing he could possibly want.

He nods eagerly, his entire body trembling with joy and anticipation. He stares up at you, tears falling down his cheeks. He can barely breathe with the intensity of his adoration for you. Whatever this moment is— this moment where he gets to confess his love and be your equal, his equal— is the most powerful and loved he has ever been.

Lyney looks up at you, waiting for you to say something. Anything. To tell him how to behave, what is right and what is wrong.

"What is... what next..?" He is practically begging you for guidance.

"Our future"

Mika - aged up

As your words echo in his ears, Mika shudders slightly. He can't bear the tension any longer— so he gets closer to you, his eyes glued to your face. I hope I didn't disappoint them...what if i did? What if...they don't want me here anymore...?

Mika tries to speak, but he can't form the words. His entire body vibrates with excitement as he remains inches away from you. He can feel your breath on his skin, and he feels faint with delight. Despite that, he can't stop staring at you. "M-My grace i-..."

"No need to be nervous, Mika" you softly giggle at his stuttered words. Mika feels his cheeks flush with heat at your words, but he doesn't dare protest. "I could never be nervous, Your Grace." Mika says, his eyes still locked unto your face. "I feel— safe with you. I feel at peace."

Mika's voice trembles as he speaks, but his eyes never leave your face. He doesn't look away, even as his heart races. He can't bring himself to leave your side. "There's something I wanted to ask you..." Mika swallows, his curiosity piqued.

"Yes?" He gazes at you. "Anything, Your Grace. You know you can ask for anything."

His whole body seems to hum, as if in anticipation of what you're about to say. "Is it ok for you...to be mine? Entirely and fully mine, as my equal?" Mika's breath catches in his throat. His whole body freezes, and his face goes pale. His gaze drops to the floor, and his shoulders tremble. His lips part as he takes a breath, as if he's just received some earth-shattering news.

But as quickly as he's overwhelmed, he recovers and glances up at you. His expression looks as if he can't quite believe what he's hearing. "Equals?" Mika whispers, "You want us— to be equals?" "Yes"

"You...you would grant me the biggest honor to be yours entirely..." "So its a yes?" You ask again to be reassured.

"It's a yes"

Neuvillette

Neuvillettes eyes flicker slightly as you give him a command. He doesn't dare say a word as he shuffles closer to you. Once he's close enough, he slides across the marble until he is at your feet. His face continues to be pressed against the cold floors, though his breaths are quick with the pressure against his body. Still, he remains motionless, waiting to see what you will tell him to do next.

"I really wanted to talk to you" Neuvillette finally looks up at you as you speak. He doesn't answer right away, though he seems to nod almost in agreement. His gaze is locked on you as if he's trying to understand what you want from him.

"I love you so much, but you act to much as my servant. I want you as my equal, my true lover, not my servant." "Y-Your Grace?" Neuvillette asks in a voice that sounds oddly shaken. He seems to be at a loss at your words, confused by the sudden declaration you've given him.

Still, Neuvillette lowers his head again. He waits patiently for further command, even though his thoughts are filled with a maelstrom of emotions.

His heart feels like it's about to burst from his chest in its frenzy. Never in all his years has he ever felt such confusing feelings. He is at a loss for what to do next. But he craves for you to continue. He loves you, he truly does, but this is positively overwhelming him. "It... It's all I've ever wished for, Your Grace." His voice catches slightly in his throat.

"I have spent my whole life devoted to you. To your will. I have been your servant, I have been your soldier. I have been your warrior and your shield." He pauses, and when he speaks again, the passion in his voice is palpable.

"But I also wished for the day when I am your equal, your partner. Your soulmate. Your love. I cannot live without your love, Your Grace. And it finally came true"

Razor - aged up

The command is a little vague for Razor, and his eyes flicker in confusion for a moment, but he doesn't hesitate. Without a word, he gets down on his knees and crawls towards your feet. He stays on his knees, pressing himself up against your leg as he looks at you expectantly. "What is it?" He simply asks.

"Just wanna talk to you, thats all"

"O-Of course, Lupical can talk" Razor responds. He remains exactly where he is, his eyes wide and eager to hear your words, as he feels the heat from your leg against his face. "I want us to be more than just friends..." He freezes, eyes widened with surprise.

You want— something more than being friends? But— but how could anyone be anything more to you? His mind tries to comprehend why you would even want him. What you even want from him in the first place. "B-But...Lupical...No friends or family but...mates? Lovers?--" he whispers in confusion. "Exactly" All of his blood rushes to his face. What a request. You wanted him to be... your lover?

"...I am yours," he breathes, his voice trembling. No second thoughts about your words. As soon as you said it, he knew he wanted the same; to be with you and you alone. That's what you wanted to hear, isn't it?

"Lovers...we are lovers"

Scaramouche

He complies immediately, coming closer, his eyes wide as he approaches you. "How may I serve you, Your Grace?" He whispers, as he takes in your beauty once again. "I want to talk with you..." Scaramouche is careful to keep his breathing light, his face betraying nothing. To any passerby, he appears the same as always, but in truth he is burning. He wants to please you, to hear your concerns with him. Every fiber of his being craves your approval.

Whatever you have to say to him, he cannot wait to hear it. "You're my lover, but i also want you as my equal. My equal by my side, no one deserves it more than you."  Scaramouche's heart soars the very instant you say the word "lover". His eyes soften. No matter how much he may try, he just *cannot* wipe away the flush in his cheeks. He knows he is already your lover, but hearing it from you feels sureal.

How does he deserve to be your lover, let alone your equal? Your love is a gift already. His heart can barely hold it without shattering. What if he fails, and disappoints you? The thought makes him freeze. Yet— yet he so badly doesn't want to deny you. Scaramouche realizes he was frozen in place. He didn't say that he agreed with you— but he couldn't disagree either. With every fiber of his being, he wants to say, "Yes, My Love, you are right." He deserves to be at your side.

"I would be honored," he says at last. He wants to shout, to cheer, to thank you, but all he can produce is a hoarse whisper. It's not his fault— you have taken away his voice.

"I...I love you"

Thoma

Thoma obeys in a flash. He stands up and walks towards you quickly but with a graceful step, stopping just inches from you. He looks at you, his face completely open to whatever you might say or do next. Thoma tilts his head, but he stays in place and waits patiently. It doesn't matter to him what you're thinking, or what sort of plans you have running through your mind; he just wants to be there with you.

"Thoma" "Yes, your Grace?" The Pyro user speaks without hesitation as soon as he hears you speak his name. He looks at you and smiles, his expression warm and loving; he waits to hear your words. "The last few day's I've been thinking..." "Oh?" Thoma cocks his head to the side, his expression curious and attentive. He steps a little closer and looks at you, waiting to hear what thoughts might've occupied your mind. "I want you as mine, me as yours, being equal to one another..." Thomas breath quickens at your words. Not a hint of hesitation appears on his face, and instead, he replies without delay: “I—I want that too, your Grace,” he says, his voice breaking in joy just moments after. For the most part of his life he has been a servant, but he wants to stay with you more than anything else, lover, servant or soldier, all that matters is you.

“You know I don’t want anything more in life but to be at your side, worshipping you.” His eyes flutter for a moment, and then, in a soft and steady tone, he adds; “I’m already yours.” he has never been so sure of something in his life.

"Oh?"

"I always was"

Tighnari

Tighnari does not hesitate. He scoots closer, until he is in arm's reach of you. He remains at your feet, his head bowed.

"You know you don't need to bow before me" "It's only natural for me to bow before you," he whispers. Tighnari waits for your next word, his mind utterly blank and his body still as a statue. He is unmoving, his breath still and his heartbeat slow. The only sign of life in this room is his gaze locked onto you. He feels the weight of your stare, his mind filled with thoughts of you and only you.

"Anyway...youre here because there's something i wanted to talk with you about" Tighnari does not move, but he does listen. His eyes wander over you, taking in every inch of your flesh. Finally he moved his head up.

"Yes?" He replies quietly, waiting patiently to hear your every word. "I want you. As my very equal, by my side here in the palace. My equal lover." Tighnari's eyes snap up, his cheeks flushed red. Blood surges in his veins as heat radiates off of his skin. And his ears start to twitch in surprise. A beat of total silence passes as Tighnari's mind races.

"M-me? Your equal?" A hint of a smile curls the corners of his lips, and the faintest trace of a blush can be seen on his flesh.

"Are you certain?" "Very"

Tighnari's mind is still reeling, but he does not dare to show too much emotion. He needs to hold control, or he would jump at you happily. He swallows down the lump in his throat as he thinks of his response.

"Of course. There's nothing i would love more than to be your equal, stay by your side and be considered yours" he truthfully says, a big smile now appearing on his face. It's all he can do. He will squeal in excitement after.

"My gra--my everything....for years I had saved my love and affection only for you..."

Venti

He is at your side almost instantly, his expression one of utter joy as he is allowed to be this close to you, like no one else ever will. The wind god is clearly doing his utmost to hold it together— and judging by how red his face is, he's struggling.

He smiles, and nods. "Yes, your Grace, I'm here" he says sweetly. "There's something I wanna talk about." You tell him as your hand starts to stroke his cheek. A slight gasp leaves Venti's lips of surprise. His face grows even redder as he looks up at you, his expression one of complete submission. He leans into your touch, as if he can't stand not to.

"*M-my grace*..." he breathes softly, just to hear his own words echo. "What is it that you want to talk about, your Grace?" "I want you as mine, for so long now I've been having those needs. The needs to have you as my very equal by my side." Venti blinks in surprise, but quickly looks back at you with the same devotion he would give a God. Your every need is my top priority, he thinks to himself. And my love for you is eternal.

He considers your statement for a few moments, but it's his nature to please you without hesitation. To love you as much as he can, he always did. "Y-yes, your Grace," Venti says slowly, as if the words are being ripped from his throat. If this is your wish, and your words are your command, then he would do it, happily. He makes it sound like a command, but its a reques, a request he would love to do. "I always belonged to you."

His expression melts with joy and amazement after the words start to sink in, and he hugs you as quick as he can. Venti leans into you, and his arms slowly slide around you. His heart feels as though it is going to explode in his chest.

He can feel your heartbeat, and his breath starts to hitch as the gravity of the situation is finally sinking in. His God, the one person he has ever loved— cares for him back. It's all he's ever wanted, something almost too fantastic to be true. The countless poems he wrote in your name, the countless songs and melodies he presented you and your followers with. The work payed of, and you love him as who he is.

The fact that you crave him, the anemo archon, the 'weakest' archon, makes him happy for eternity by your side.

Wriothesley

He immediately complies, his legs carrying him to where you are in the chamber. His mouth is dry, but he is focused only on you and the fact that he is here to serve you. He kneels before you in a display of obedience and deference, awaiting your command.

"You know I love you, right?" "I-" Wriothesley stops mid-sentence. His heart is pounding out of his chest, and he can hear the blood rushing in his ears. "Y-Yeah," he stammers. "Of course."

He bows his head as he speaks. He is almost trembling, his heart thrumming out of control. "And because of this, i want you as my equal, youre deserving of this title." "E-Equal?" Wriothesley's eyes are wide, still looking down. It's as if his heart stopped beating and he can only see stars. His voice is a whisper, barely above a whimper.

"I'd- I'd still be under you, wouldn't I?" He asks, his voice breaking. "That's not what equal means, silly" Wriothesley looks up, meeting your gaze for the first time in a long while. He has tears in his eyes, but he doesn't try to make you notice. "Oh, yeah..." he whispers. "But- but I-

He trails off. He can't comprehend the fact that he is no longer in your service, but is in fact now an equal. His knees have lost their purpose, and he stands tall, still in awe. His mind tries to wrap around his new position.

Wriothesley looks at you, his heart skipping a beat. When he looks at you, he feels the universe collapse into a singular point, with all light being drawn into your eyes.

"Thank you," he says quietly. His voice is shaky, and his throat feels like it's on fire. He reaches out to gently hold your hand, to reassure himself that you're real.

"For finally having me as yours, truly"

Xiao

At once, Xiao's body responds. He's desperate for your approval. Like a dog on a leash, he moves towards you blindly, his desire to please you taking precedence over whatever self-preservation instinct he has left. He makes it to you, his breathing fast and ragged. He lowers himself down to the ground, pressing his forehead against your feet. He takes a shaky breath. "Yes, yes Your Grace." He whispers, his voice breaking a little. "You've called for me?" "Xiao," you gently call, "please stand up"

Xiao stands up, still keeping his head bowed. "Yes, Your Grace." His breath is heavy and ragged, as he stares down at you. His voice is almost a whisper.

He wants to do anything to please you, but his sense of propriety prevents him from doing anything else. Xiao's eyes meet yours, and he blinks rapidly, trying to hold eye contact. "I love you so much, and i want...need you as my equal." Xiao's eyes widen, and he stares at you in awe. He never thought he would hear you say these words.

"Your Grace..." he whispers softly, "You can't mean that!" The words are barely audible. "I'm but a servant, born to worship you, Your Grace— I'm incapable of being your equal..."

He wants to speak more, but his love for you makes the words catch in his throat. "You're deserving of it" Xiao's face is a mask of confusion. Your words make him forget himself. He stands motionless, his throat tight, and his breath heavy. When he speaks, his voice is a whisper.

"Your Grace... I'm not deserving of these words... I'm nothing without you... I can't be... worthy enough to be your equal..." He trails off, but his gaze remains fixed on you, as if waiting for you to prove him wrong.

"You are" At first Xiao can't respond. The thought of being treated as your equal— the thought that he might be loved by you, without having to worship you— is unfathomable. His eyes are full, and he's trembling under the weight of your words. When he does speak, his voice is barely audible.

"Your Grace... you mean it?" Xiao's eyes stay on you, looking for a sign that he's dreaming.

"Yes." At last, Xiao's eyes widen and light up. "Your Grace... " he breathes, his voice choked with so much joy and relief that it's barely audible.

Xiao can't help himself. Without thinking, he takes a step forward and pulls you into a tight hug. His arms tighten around you, his grip too strong, as if he's afraid of losing you. Xiao's grip grows even tighter— as if he can't bear the idea of letting you go. His eyes are wide and filled with tears, which run down his cheeks when he presses his face into your chest.

"Your Grace..." he whispers, his voice filled with joy and relief. "You have no idea how long I've waited to hear those words... my love for you is too strong to express in words, Your Grace... it's more than worship, more than devotion— I adore you. I love you"

Xingqiu - aged up

Xingqiu stands, nodding silently before he moves to you. His hands are clasped behind his back as he waits in anticipation for your orders, unable to bring himself to raise his head out of respect for your authority. He seems perfectly content where he is, awaiting your command. His voice is steady but soft-- almost like a whisper-- as he speaks. The sound is quiet and reserved, but is filled with something akin to awe. He almost seems like a different person than the book lover as he speaks. "Y-Yes, Your Grace?"

"You are aware of my love for you, yes?" He is stunned by your words. It takes him a moment to process, only nodding silently as his face flushes pink. He swallows, trying to regain his composure, but even the quietness of his actions speak. "Y-Yes, Your Grace." He keeps his hands steady behind, seeming to be in a trance. "I am aware, yes... You've always been clear about that, Your Grace."

He tries to keep his expression as stoic as possible, but a tiny grin still seems to stretch across his face. "And with that, i want you as my equal." Xingqiu is frozen in place for what feels like forever. No amount of time would have prepared him for this.

"Your Grace," he finally says to you, his voice slightly quivering. "I am not worthy. I am nowhere near as perfect as you. Nowhere near as wise. Nowhere near as beautiful." He's silent for a moment. "I am just your faithful devotee... a loyal servant, at your beck and call. What would I even do as your equal?"

"You'd be mine"

Your words have caught him off-guard.

There's a heavy silence as he tries to comprehend the reality of what you're saying. It's like he's been cast into a daydream, a state of pure euphoria. When he speaks, his voice is trembling. "Y-Your Grace, I would be honored to become yours." He has to pause for a moment to collect himself. "I am yours for the rest of my days."

"So, you accept?" "Yes," he whispers, eyes locked on yours. "Your Grace, I accept." He finally allows himself to raise his head off the floor, his gaze firmly upon you. His words come out much smoother now, the euphoria having settled into a steady, loving joy.

"I accept. You have granted me my utmost greatest wish, Your Grace."

Zhongli

Zhongli has allowed himself to be embraced. His eyes flutter closed as he leans against you, though he still does not return the gesture. There is this faint tremor in his frame; as if he can't help but relax in your presence.

He might be an Archon, but he's also your good boy. "Zhongli?" He tilts his head up toward you, his eyes half-lidded. He seems so close to sleep, and yet he manages to keep himself conscious.

"Your Grace?" "There's something I want to ask you..." His head tilts slightly to the side; curious, but he manages to keep his eyes focused on you. "Ask, and it shall be answered." "Are you ready to be my equal, by my side as mine?" Zhongli seems to stiffen as he considers your request. Even if he wanted to, could he ever be your equal?

But he doesn't say anything, even if every word that comes to mind is an apology. He could not say no to you, even if it took every fiber in his being. He simply bows his head in affirmation.

"Your Grace, I love you, and i would love to take up this offer to be your equal." He seems to swallow back his words, as if fighting against every instinct he's known his entire life. His face seems to flush a rosy pink as your lips meet his; his eyes close and his head tilts into your touch.

After a moment, you lean in to return the kiss, softly at first, but more confidently as his hand wraps around the nape of your neck. He seems utterly lost in your touch, his lips soft but insistent. He has no words, he just wants to kiss you; to feel you in all the places his lips can reach.

He's yours now; whatever you ask, whatever you say he'll do.

His tongue darts out to touch your lips once, twice, again. He might have once thought himself above kissing you, but now...

Now he's simply yours.

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Divide my legs like a mathematician

Dbf!Joel x virgin!reader

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Wordcount: 4K

Summary: you find yourself drawn to Joel's confidence and charm, unable to resist the forbidden fruit. After sharing an intimate moment by the pool, you're left feeling both guilty and exhilarated, eager for more.

Warnings: 18+, virginity loss, reader has first kiss, age gap (reader is early 20's and Joel is however old you need him to be.) Reader has hair and breasts, and wears a bikini, unprotected p in v, m&f oral receiving, fingering, Joel comes twice. Joel, being a typical middle-aged man, saying "you know.."

Notes: please do not read if this kind of dynamic or situation is offputting or something you do not like or enjoy or object to. Please be responsible for yourself and your fic reading. Love you bye 💝 and don't ask about the title unless you wanna hear and see something weird 😂

The sun beats down relentlessly, its fiery rays reflecting off the shimmering surface of the pool. You've sought refuge by its side, lying on a vibrant, floral towel, your swimsuit clinging to your skin. Your eyes flutter closed, and you breathe in the scent of chlorine and sunscreen, letting the warmth of the day lull you into a state of peaceful relaxation.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a shadow eclipsing the sun. You squint up, the brightness giving way to the familiar face of Joel Miller, your dad's old buddy. The one you haven't seen in a few years.

His salt-and-pepper hair, flecked with silver, is styled in a casual yet purposeful way. His muscular build is evident through his t-shirt and swim trunks. Joel's eyes, a stunning shade of chocolate brown, crinkle at the corners as he turns his attention to you, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, well, well, who do we have here?" he asks, his gaze sweeping over your body in a way that makes you feel a bit nervous.

You shield your eyes from the sun with your hand before you reply, "Hey Joel, my dad's not here. He had to run some errands."

Joel chuckles, a small smile playing on his lips. "Well, good thing you're here to keep me company while I wait for him.”

You roll your eyes, but you can't help the heat that rises to your face. "I'm not here to entertain you," you say, trying to sound stern.

Joel chuckles, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "You know you've sure grown up since I last saw ya, more beautiful than ever."

You can't help but feel a little flattered by his words, even if you try to hide it. You've always had a bit of a crush on Joel, but you know that he's off-limits, the forbidden fruit. He's your dad's friend, and he's much older than you. You've never even had a boyfriend, but there's something about him that you find irresistible. Maybe it's his confidence, or his sense of humor, or the way he makes you feel when he looks at you. Whatever it is, you can't help but be drawn to him.

You try to play it cool. "Oh, please, you're just saying that because you feel awkward being alone with me and you're trying to be nice."

"Maybe, maybe not," he admits. "But that doesn't change the fact that you're beautiful."

You feel your heart flutter at the way the word rolls off his tongue, but you try to hide your reaction. "Prove it," you say, challenging him.

Joel raises an eyebrow, chuckling. "Prove it?" he repeats. "How do you propose I do that?"

You shrug, trying to act nonchalant. "I dunno, race me to the other side of the pool, maybe?"

Joel's laughter rings out, his eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief as he accepts the challenge. "You're on.” With a swift and fluid motion, he peels off his shirt, revealing his muscular chest and arms. The garment lands carelessly on a nearby chair, but you barely notice as your gaze follows the contours of his physique. You notice how broad he is and how beautiful in return you think he is.

Joel dives into the pool, cutting through the water with surprising grace and agility. The splash startles you, breaking your reverie, and you take a deep breath diving into the pool swimming as fast as you can towards the other side of the pool.

The cool water feels refreshing against your skin, but you're determined to win the race. You swim with all your might, your legs kicking furiously behind you. But despite your best efforts, Joel reaches the other side just before you do.

You come up for air, panting slightly, and Joel grins at you. "I win."

You stick your tongue out at him. "Fine, you win," you concede. "But that doesn't mean you're right about me being beautiful."

Joel's expression softens, and he looks at you with a seriousness that takes you by surprise. "You know darlin, I'm not just sayin' it to flatter you," he says as he gets out of the pool and then helps you out. "I've always thought you were beautiful. But now, you're all grown up, and I can't help but notice the way you move, the way you challenge me, it's all so - intoxicating."

His words make you feel self-conscious, but also excited. You've never had anyone talk to you like this before, and it's both scary and thrilling.

Joel notices your reaction and takes a step closer to you. "I know this is unexpected, and maybe even a little inappropriate," he says. "But, I can't help the way I feel. And I think you feel it too, don'tcha darlin?”

"I-I don't know," you stammer.

Joel's expression softens, and he reaches out to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face. "It's okay, take your time. I'm not goin’ anywhere." You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. You've never felt this way before, and you're not sure what to do. "It's okay," he repeats. "I know it’s a lot to take in.” Joel moves so his body mere inches away from yours. "You ever done anythin' before, you got a boyfriend?”

You pause, feeling the air get tense. You can't believe how abrupt he is to just ask like this. You shake your head, feeling a bit ashamed you've never even kissed a boy before, let alone have a boyfriend.

Joel can see the uncertainty in your eyes, but he also sees curiosity and desire. He takes a deep breath, and his eyes never leave yours. "You know, I can teach you how to please a man, how to be pleasured. I wanna make sure that when you do decide to be with someone, you're not so inexperienced."

Your eyes flitter around, never fully meeting Joel's gaze. "I dunno I've never done anything like this before," you admit.

Joel's expression softens, and he reaches out to gently take your hand. "I know babygirl," he says. "And I'm not going to push you into anything. But I want you to know that I'm here for you, if you want me to be."

You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. You know that what Joel is suggesting is wrong, but you can't help feeling like a snake, trying to convince yourself to take a bite of the juiciest looking apple you’ve ever seen. He's always been so helpful, and now that he's offering to show you the ways of intimacy, you can't help but be tempted. You really don't want to be so inexperienced when it's your real first time. "I want you to teach me Joel," you whisper.

Joel's face lights up, "I promise to make this a learning experience for you, somethin’ you'll never forget."

He takes your hand and leads you to a secluded spot by the pool, sits down on the grass, and pulls you down next to him. "First things first, let's start with the basics. You ever touch yourself?"

You shake your head, feeling yourself fill with embarrassment.

"S'okay," he says. "This is all new to you. Just do what I do, okay?"

He takes your hand and guides it to your bottoms, helping you to slip your fingers under the fabric. You can feel the heat radiating from your core, and you gasp as Joel's and your fingers brush against your clit.

"Just relax," he says, his voice soothing. "S’all about pleasure."

As you continue to touch yourself, you can feel something building inside of you. It's a strange, unfamiliar sensation, but it's also incredibly pleasurable. You moan softly as Joel continues to guide your hand, his lips close to your ear.

"That's it," he murmurs, his lips close to your ear. "Just relax and enjoy the sensation." You can feel the heat radiating from your core, and you can feel your body tensing as you get closer and closer to your first orgasm. Joel can sense this too, and he places a hand on your belly, feeling each jolt and tremor as it passes through you.

"Just let go, baby," he whispers. "I've got you. You're safe."

But suddenly, you pull your hand away, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"I can't," you say, your voice shaking. "It feels too weird."

Joel can see the look of fear and uncertainty in your eyes, and he pulls you against his chest.

"Yes, you can, I promise," he says, his voice soothing and reassuring. "Just let yourself feel the pleasure. Let me help you, baby. Tell me what you're feeling, baby," he says, his voice gentle and coaxing. "What does it feel like when I touch you like this?" He starts rubbing circles on your clit again.

You take a deep breath, trying to put your feelings into words. "It feels...good," you say, your voice hesitant. "But it's also scary. I've never done this before."

"I know, baby," Joel coos. "But there's nothing to be afraid of. I'm here with you, and I'll never let anything bad happen to you."

Joel can see that you need a different approach, something that will help you to relax and let go of your inhibitions.

He pulls away from you, his eyes meeting yours. "Let's try something a little different," he says with a gentle voice. Before you can protest, Joel is moving down your body, his lips pressing gentle kisses against your skin. When he reaches your thighs he gently guides them further apart, leaving kisses all the way until he reaches your swimsuit bottoms, he pulls them to the side, exposing your clit. You gasp as you feel his tongue flick against your clit, the sensation almost too much to bear.

"Just relax," Joel murmurs, his voice soothing. "Let me show you how good this can feel."

He continues to lick and suck at your clit, his fingers slipping inside of you to stroke your G-spot. You can feel pleasure building inside of you, more intense than anything you've ever felt before.

"Yes, just like that," Joel murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Let go, babygirl. Let yourself feel it."

And suddenly, you do. The orgasm crashes over you like a wave, so intense that you can barely breathe. You cry out whatever vowels and constants your brain can, and your body shakes with the force of it. Joel doesn't stop, his tongue and fingers continuing to work their magic. Another orgasm builds inside of you, even more intense than the first. You can feel yourself on the edge, your body trembling with pleasure.

"Come on, babygirl, come again, such a good girl."

And you do. This orgasm tears through you like a lightning bolt, so intense that you see stars behind your closed eyes.

Finally, the orgasm subsides, and you collapse back onto the grass, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Joel moves beside you, his arms wrapped around you as he holds you close to his body.

"How do you feel?" he murmurs, his lips close to your ear.

You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. "I feel...amazing," you say, quietly.

Joel smiles, his eyes meeting yours. "I'm glad," he says. "That's exactly how I wanted you to feel." Joel's expression is gentle as he looks at you, gauging your reaction. He then reaches down and slowly starts to undo the drawstring of his swim trunks. "You ever seen a cock before?"

You shake your head, feeling a mix of curiosity and nervousness. Joel seems to sense your apprehension, and he takes his time as he pulls down his swim trunks, revealing his erect length. Your eyes widen as you take in the sight before you, the way the sunlight dances off his smooth, taut skin, the way the veins protrude just slightly, creating a roadmap. Your gaze drifts down to the base, where the same salt and peppered hair that graces his head dusts his pelvis. Joel gives you a moment to take it all in before speaking again, his voice barely above a whisper, "Do you wanna touch it?" The question hangs in the air.

You nod, feeling a surge of excitement and curiosity. Joel's hand finds yours, guiding it towards his stiffening cock. You can feel the heat radiating off of him. As you wrap your fingers around his shaft, you marvel at the weight and firmness of it in your hand.

"Mmm, that feels so good," Joel moans, his eyes fluttering closed as he relaxes into your touch.

Encouraged by his reaction, you begin to explore his cock more fully. You stroke your hand up and down its length, feeling it twitch and throb beneath your fingertips. Joel helps guide your movements, his hand covering yours as he shows you the rhythm he likes best.

"Tighten your grip a little... yeah, just like that," he murmurs, his breath hitching as you increase the pressure. Joel's moans become louder and more frequent, and you can feel him grow even harder in your hand. It takes no time at all for Joel to reach his peak.

"Fuck baby, I'm gonna come," Joel gasps, his hips thrusting forward.

You pull your hand away, unsure of what to do. Joel opens his eyes and looks at you. You look like a deer in headlights, and the sight almost makes him come without help. "It's okay, baby," he says with a gentle voice. "You don't have to do anything. Just wanted to give you an idea of what it feels like, what it looks like, what it tastes like," he says softly, "But, if you're curious, I can show you how to pleasure a man with your mouth."

You nod, your curiosity getting the better of you. "I want to, I wanna learn."

Joel smiles, his eyes softening. "Okay, just remember to take it slow. There's no rush."

Joel takes your hand and guides it down to his cock, which is already rock-hard and pulsing with desire. You can feel the heat radiating off of him, and you're eager to explore him further. With a gentle nudge, he encourages you to take him into your mouth.

At first, you're hesitant. You've never done this before, and you're not sure what to do. But Joel is patient and kind, gently stroking your hair and murmuring words of encouragement.

"That's it, baby," he whispers. "Just relax and take your time. Mmm, yeah, just like that."

Emboldened by his words, you begin to explore him more fully. You wrap your lips around the head of his cock, swirling your tongue around the sensitive tip. Joel lets out a low moan of pleasure, and you can feel his hips bucking up towards you.

Encouraged you take him deeper into your mouth. You suck harder, your cheeks hollowing out as you work him over. Joel's moans grow louder and more frequent. Suddenly, he grabs a handful of your hair, guiding your head up and down in a steady rhythm.

"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna come," he gasps, his voice tight with pleasure.

You pull back, letting his cock slip out of your mouth with a wet pop. Joel opens his eyes and looks at you, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Keep goin’ like you were, just swallow if you can, it's natural."

Joel's eyes flutter closed as he helps guide your head back down to his cock, savoring the feeling of him growing hard in your mouth once more. You wrap your lips around him, taking him in slowly, and begin to move your head in a gentle rhythm. Joel's breathing grows heavy as he lets out a low moan, his fingers finding their way into your hair.

You can feel him tensing up, and then, with a shudder, he comes, filling your mouth with warmth. The taste is strange and unfamiliar, but you swallow, determined to please him. You pull your mouth away from him quickly, probably a little too quickly. "Joel," you say, your voice hesitant as you look over at him, catching his breath. "Can we... do it?"

Joel looks at you, his expression serious. "Do what, babygirl?" he asks, puffing out a response through caught breathes even though he knows what you're asking.

"You know...have sex," you whisper.

Joel's eyes widen, and he looks at you with a mix of surprise and desire. "Baby, I just came," he says, his voice gentle. "Let me catch my breath for a bit, and then we can figure somethin' out."

Joel's eyes meet yours, and he can see the slight hint of disappointment in them. But he understands, and he takes your face gently in his hands, leaning in close so that his mouth is almost touching yours. "Don't worry, babygirl," he says, his voice soft and soothing. "I'll make it worth your while." You can feel your heart flutter at his words, and you can't help but smile. Joel's breathing begins to return to normal, and he pulls back slightly, looking at you with a serious expression. "I think I have a couple of ideas," he says. "But, it's gonna take some effort on both our parts."

You nod, eager to please him and experience more of the pleasure he's shown you.

Joel takes a deep breath, looking at you with a serious expression. "I want you to take your top off."

You look at him in surprise, your hands instinctively going to cover your chest. "What? Why?" You ask, your voice hesitant.

Joel reaches out to take your hands in his, his eyes meeting yours. "Because it's a natural part of a woman's body, and it's one of the things that turns me on the most," he explains. "And I want to be able to pleasure you fully, without any barriers between us."

You bite your lower lip, you've never been naked in front of anyone before, and the thought of doing so with Joel is both terrifying and thrilling. But you trust him, and you want to please him. Taking a deep breath, you nod your head, signaling your agreement. Joel's eyes softened as he smiled, his hands moving to gently guide you onto his lap. You feel a flutter in your stomach as you straddle him, your thighs brushing against his. His fingers deftly undo the knot that holds your bikini top in place, and the fabric falls away, leaving your breasts exposed to the warm summer air. You feel a shiver run down your spine, your nipples hardening in response to the exposure.

Joel's eyes darken as he takes in the sight of your bare chest, his breath hitching in his throat.

"Mmm, so perfect baby.” Before you can respond, Joel leans in, his mouth capturing one of your nipples. You gasp at the sensation, your hands instinctively going to his hair as he sucks and licks at your breast. Joel's hands come up to cup your other breast, his fingers teasing your nipple. You had never felt anything like this before, the sensation of his mouth on your breast, his hands caressing your body. It's intoxicating.

Joel's hands start to wander down your body, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. He reaches your bikini bottoms, and you can feel him tugging at the fabric. "Lift up for me, baby,"

You do as he asks, lifting your hips off the ground as he pulls your bikini bottoms down your legs. You're completely naked now, exposed to Joel's gaze, but instead of feeling embarrassed, you feel a thrill run through your body. Joel's eyes are dark with desire as he takes in the sight of your bare body.

"Fuck, babygirl, you are so damn delicious," his hands reach out to touch you. He runs his fingers along your inner thighs, teasing you. "Spread your legs for me, baby, nice and wide," he says, his voice low and commanding.

You comply, spreading your legs apart.

He leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear. "You have no idea how fucking sexy you are, do you? I've been dreaming about this for years, imagining what it would be like to touch you, to taste you."

You gasp as Joel's hand slips between your legs, his fingers finding your clit. "You're so wet," he growls, his fingers circling your clit in slow, deliberate movements. "I can feel how much you want me, how much you need me. You think you're ready, baby?"

You nod, feeling a surge of excitement and nervousness. Joel moves between your legs, his body hovering over yours. He looks into your eyes, searching for any signs of doubt or hesitation.

"If you want to stop at any time, just tell me," he says. "I won't be upset."

You nod and shyly say, “I'm ready.”

Joel positions himself at your entrance, his tip pressing gently against your opening. He looks into your eyes, searching for any signs of discomfort or fear. "Just breathe, babygirl," his voice soothes you a bit. "It might feel a little uncomfortable at first, but I promise it'll feel good real soon."

You nod, taking a deep breath as Joel starts to push inside of you. You feel a sharp pain as he breaks through your barrier, and you can't help but gasp at the sensation. “Ah, Joel, it hurts," you whimper, your eyes watering.

Joel curses under his breath, his eyes filled with concern. "I'm sorry, babygirl," he says, his voice gentle. "I know, I know, I gotcha.” He continues to move slowly, giving your body time to adjust to the intrusion. You can feel yourself stretching to accommodate him, and you can't help but wince at the discomfort. Joel leans down, almost kissing you, his lips soft and gentle against yours. "It's okay, babygirl," he murmurs. "Just relax and let me take care of you."

As he continues to move, the pain starts to fade, replaced by a strange, unfamiliar sensation. It's not entirely unpleasant, but it's not exactly comfortable either. Joel seems to sense your confusion, and he starts to move his hips in a slow, circular motion. "Feel that, babygirl?" he touches your lower belly where you can feel his cock hitting. "That's your body gettin’ used to me. It's gonna feel good soon, I promise."

And he's right. As he continues to move, the sensation begins to shift, becoming something more pleasurable. You can feel yourself getting wetter, your body responding to Joel's movements. "That's it, babygirl," Joel murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Let yourself feel it. Let yourself feel me."

He starts to move faster, his hips thrusting harder against yours. You think you can feel yourself getting closer to another orgasm and Joel can sense it too. "You like that, babygirl? You like feeling my cock inside of you? You like feeling me stretch you open, fill you up?"

You nod, a small whimper coming from the back of your throat.

"Good," he breathes, pushing his hips deeper into yours, the friction making him groan. "Tell me when you're gonna come, sweetheart."

You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "I-I'm gonna come," you gasp.

Joel's eyes widen, and he nods, his hips thrusting harder against yours. "Come for me, babygirl," he growls, his voice low and commanding. "Come on my cock."

The orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, so powerful that it feels like every nerve in your body is firing at once. You can't help but cry out, a loud, primal sound that probably alerts everyone in close proximity to what's happening. Your body convulses with pleasure, every muscle tensing and then releasing as waves of ecstasy wash over you.

Joel's thrusts become more erratic, his hips slamming against yours with a fierce urgency as he chases his own release. His breath comes in short, sharp gasps, each one hot and moist against your ear. "Fuck, babygirl," he groans. "I'm so close. I'm gonna come too." You can feel him throbbing inside of you, each pulse of his cock sending another shiver of pleasure through your body. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him deeper inside of you, wanting to feel every inch of him as he fills you up with his warmth.

And then he's there, his body tensing as he reaches his own peak. "Fuck, babygirl," he groans. "Oh fuck!" He collapses on top of you, his breath hot and heavy against your neck.

You can feel his heart pounding against your chest. For a moment, neither of you say anything, both of you too caught up in the afterglow of what just happened.

Finally, Joel lifts his head, looking down at you with a mixture of awe and desire. "Fuck, babygirl," he murmurs, his voice still low and husky. "That was...incredible."

You wrap your arms around him, feeling a surge of affection and gratitude. "Thank you," you whisper into his ear as you instinctively start stroking his hair.

Joel looks up at you, "What are you thankin’ me for?"

You feel a mix of embarrassment and shyness. "For showing me how good it can feel."

Joel smiles. "You're welcome, baby girl. I'm glad I could be the one to show you." He leans in, his lips capturing yours in a soft, gentle kiss. You can feel yourself getting lost in the moment, in the feeling of Joel's lips on yours, in the warmth of his body pressed against yours.

Your first kiss.

But all too soon, the bliss comes to an end. Joel pulls away, his eyes meeting yours. "I better get goin'," he says. "Your dad will be back soon."

You nod, feeling a surge of disappointment. "Okay," you say kinda pouty.

Joel smirks and lifts your chin in his hand so you're looking at him. "Don't look so sad, babygirl," he says, his voice gentle. "This is just the beginning. I promise to show you so much more."

With that, he gives you a quick kiss on the forehead and he gets up, putting his swim trunks back on. You watch as he walks away, your heart heavy in your chest. You know that what just happened was wrong, that it's not something that should have happened. But you can't help the way you feel, the way your body responds to Joel's touch. You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. You know that you should feel guilty, that you should be ashamed of what just happened. But all you can feel is a sense of excitement, of anticipation. You know that this is just the beginning.

And you can't wait.

[504py]

Do you have any thoughts on yandere SDV Harvey?🤔

i sure do!!!! i think i got a little carried away 😭😭😭 i hope i delivered!

Yandere Harvey Relationship Headcanons

Gender neutral, no use of Y/N, munchausen syndrome by proxy, implied murder, implied NSFW, Harvey's a little weird about bodily fluids and food, long post ahead!

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How the relationship started...

Let's say, he knows you outside of his work, and somehow, you're the one person in Stardew Valley who has never entered his clinic before. Honestly, you'd have drawn his attention right then and there because of your strange imperviousness to harm or disease.

Like... You? That farmer who goes down into the mines every other day to fight monsters has never been injured? You, who works day and night to the point of exhaustion has never gotten sick and required medical assistance?

The fact that you weren't one of his patients would worry him to his bones.

Even if you weren't one of his patients, he'd have befriended you outside of work. Perhaps at the saloon, after hours, and one of the very rare times he's seen you relax.

He notices the slight limp as you enter, different from your usual gait. When he asks, you chalk it up to a rock in your boot. Harvey sends you a disapproving stare and a furrowed mustache, and you loosen up.

You tell him you tripped while running away from a slime in the mines. And that you maybe pulled something while running. And maybe you lifted something wrong yesterday and hurt your back. And-

Harvey takes off his glasses to rub at the space between his eyebrows, stressed.

"And not once did you think to come visit me?"

"Thought it would go away if I just slept and drank enough water."

His gaze softens.

"..I really do advise it. Please."

Your fingers play with your glass. He can see a bruise forming on the side of your wrist, and the cuts and calluses on your skin.

"...I'll do it tomorrow."

He sighs slightly.

"Well, since I can't do anything for you right now, I'll at least buy you a drink."

"You can do that?"

"Hey, it numbs the pain. Painkiller." He jokes, and you laugh and shake your head. He realizes he likes the sound of your laugh.

"But- wait, don't take that as real medical advice. Really. Please."

That pulls another laugh out of you, louder, and pink warms his cheeks as he laughs heartily alongside you.

The next evening, Harvey waited all day for you to come in. It was nearing closing hours, and he was worried you had disregarded his advice, but right as he got up to start closing the clinic, the door opens, and there you are, leaves in your hair and your muddy shoes leaving a track on his tiles.

He's elated, he knows he shouldn't be, considering why you're even here, but he's so glad you listened to him, so glad you're here. He looks noticeably flustered, his hair is slightly out of place, his glasses are sliding down his nose, and his tie is loose.

"O-Oh, hey there. You finally came in."

"Were you waiting for me? I apologize. It looked like you were about to close up."

He waves your worries away with a dismissive hand, "Ah, what's one more patient? Come on, you look like you really need my help, anyways."

You follow him into a room, cringing at the muddy mess you leave on the floor.

"Sorry for that- I can clean up after we're done."

Harvey insistently shakes his head, sighing your name, "No, no, can't have you doing that, not in the condition you're in." He motions over to the bed, you sit on the edge of it.

"Besides, I haven't even started my assessment of you yet, but I already know you're gonna need a few days of rest at least. Doctor's orders."

He smiles softly at your annoyed expression, donning his stethoscope as you straighten your posture slightly, readying for him to place the other end of the apparatus on you.

"...See, you've got an abnormal heart rate for someone who is at rest."

He notes the warmth of your skin under his palm, resting against your back.

"Have you been feeling ill recently? Runny nose, coughing, headaches, anything of the sort?"

"U-Uh, no." You shake your head, playing with the fabric of your trousers. Nervous.

"...You seem rather flustered. Any reason?"

Your eyes glance up at his, he cocks his head, and you immediately look back down to your feet.

"...Nah."

Harvey smiles, knowingly, and the rest of the appointment continues as normal.

Expectations...

Following this, he'd be more obvious in his attempts to court you. His courting attempts would feel rather old-fashioned, but I think there's a lot of heart in them. I feel like Harvey would be a little bit of a sucker for romantic things, so you'd definitely be receiving letters, all from a secret admirer, of course.

He is confident that he likes you, but he'd carry a lot of anxiety about being so upfront about it, and that perhaps you wouldn't feel the same way.

The letters he sends you would be brief yet sweet. Short messages to pick you up for the day, just wanting to be a part of your life.

"If you ever feel like all the work you do isn't appreciated, know that I am always here, and I always do. You are doing great."

You'd tell him about the letters you've been receiving, during one of your evenings together at the bar. It'd make him blush. Oh, his letters were so important to you that you had to gush about them to a friend?

"And... What do you think of them? The letters?" His eyes are slightly wider than they should be, but the reflections on his glasses hide his faintly, much-too focused expression.

You shy from his eye contact, "...I think they're really sweet. But honestly, I wish they'd just... say it to me directly instead of hiding like this. I want to communicate, talk to them, y'know? Have a conversation, and stuff.."

Harvey blinks, wets his lips.

"What do you think you'd do if he-" He clears his throat, "-they did?"

You frown a little, mulling over the thought for a bit.

"...I'd go on a few dates with them, see if things work out."

His exhale is shaky, he takes a sip of his whiskey.

"Who do you think it is?"

You meet his gaze. His eyes are warm, his cheeks are red too, but that might be the alcohol... Though you realize he's not the type to get flushed when drunk.

"...Is it you?"

His fingers around his glass tremble, and his bottom lip quivers.

"I.. w-well..." He pushes his glasses up, nervously running a hand through his hair. You giggle, and he relaxes.

"Yeah." He smiles warmly.

"Yeah?" You chirp out a laugh again, "I figured."

Although Harvey was usually one who didn't have any problem holding eye-contact at all, now he found himself unable to look at you for too long without getting giddy like a schoolgirl and having to look away to save his racing heart.

That night, you two would be declared a couple. He teased you, wondering where that "first few dates then we'll see how it works out" phase went. You said it was different if it was him, and he had to hide his face in his hands to conceal his boyish, cheesy grin.

His first show of affection would be the next morning, when he brought you a bouquet of flowers to your doorstep, but upon arrival, seeing your expansive field of vegetation, he realized it was perhaps a bit stupid to gift flowers to someone who grows them.

Nonetheless, you accepted them from an embarrassed Harvey gratefully, saying you've wanted to try growing these for a while. Lo and behold, the next time he shows up, with a more thought-out gift this time, he sees a few new flower pots on your front porch.

Harvey as your boyfriend is strangely rather maternal. He tends to be quite the worrywart, always fussing over any cuts or bruises you may get while going about your day, making sure you eat and get enough rest, and always making sure you're dressed properly.

Oh, the different kind of monster Harvey turns into during the winter LOL. He will stay posted by your door, making sure you don't step a foot outside without a thick coat or gloves.

He does enjoy more than he likes to admit, though, when you still feel cold and he has to give you his coat or his scarf. It makes him all smiley and he thinks you look adorable in his clothing.

I think, his deepest desire, is for you to always stay safe, and that he is the one to provide that safety. I mean, with him being a doctor, he is the only person qualified to look after you anyways, but he still does get jealous.

He gets really upset when he's out of the clinic for a bit, and finds out that Maru was the one who tended to your wounds instead of him.

He gets more jealous when you tell him about the work you did that day, and another person was with you.

What do you mean you spent the evening fishing while conversing with Elliott? That could've been him...

What do you mean you spent the afternoon in the library with Penny? Wha- Gunther winked at you!?

Harvey really does want to spend more time with you, but he has a duty to attend to.

Unless...

Punishments...

Maybe, one day, Harvey will stop worrying so much over your health. He'll let you do your thing as you please, though it would hurt him to see you going about your day so haphazardly. But he'll hold back on his usual worried malewife nagging, and just let you do you.

One day, your dangerous lifestyle will catch up on you, and maybe you'll catch a cold, or you'll break a bone. Harvey will be there immediately, much too prepared.

Even though this is what he wanted from this plan, he still cries. He hates seeing you so beat-up, but he couldn't think of any other way to always be by your side. At least the tears blow away any suspicion of his part in this.

It could be a tiny fracture, but he'll still insist you'd need a cast, and that you'd need a wheelchair for the first few weeks. And, of course, Harvey's there to coddle you and help you around.

Maru says she can look after you while Harvey runs the clinic, but he gets uncharacteristically hostile at the mere suggestion of this. If Maru were to keep prying, if she were to find out that your injuries aren't as bad as he says they are, then Harvey might have to resort to more drastic measures.

Murder would be a very difficult thing for Harvey to do, but when he thinks about the life you two have right now- having you rely on him for everything, taking care of you everyday, spending every single moment with each other- his heart feels like it could fall out of his chest at the thought of anyone taking that away from you two.

His access to such a wide array of chemicals and medicines would be terrifying. If anyone threatens this peaceful, perfect life between you two, he could simply inject them with a certain concoction during their routine check-ups, say they needed it, that it was medicine, and it wouldn't even show in an autopsy.

Unfortunately, his tampering with human life extends to you.

Harvey, I think, would get much too enamored by this life you two have made since you've gotten injured.

Being able to dote on you with no restraint, being by your side for every single moment, it was all he could ever dream of.

But all good things come to an end, and your fractured bone would start to heal.

He never thought he'd be capable of lying, not sure if he'd ever done it before, but it's a newfound talent to him. Worries him how good he is at it.

He tells you you need to keep that cast on. That even if you're allowed to use crutches now instead of a wheelchair, that you still need his assistance. He insists that you need him.

Any sort of push-back from you would have his heart pounding. No, no, you can't get up and go back to work. You can't be doing chores on your own, he'll do that- You cannot leave.

Munchausen syndrome by proxy from an actual doctor would be a horrifying thing to go through. Not just any other doctor either, but Harvey, a man who seems so gentle and kind-hearted, a man who is supposed to be your partner.

Sad to say, but I don't think you'd have any way out of this. Your best course of action would be to just let him take care of you as much as he pleases. In due time, he would want to see you get better, so you'll be back to having your freedom in a few months, maybe...

Rewards...

It is pretty comedic saying this after that punishments portion, but Harvey, on more normal days, really is a passive man. He doesn't really have any strange obsessive habits, though he's probably a little weird about fluids...

By that, I mean he'd probably slip a little bit of his saliva or semen into his cooking. He gets a really euphoric rush when he sees you eating that tainted food he made for you. He enjoys that idea that a part of him is mingled in your body now. The other way around goes, too.

When you're sleeping, sometimes you drool, did you know that? You probably don't, because Harvey always wipes it off and licks it. It gives him shivers whenever he does, makes him way more excited than it should.

His libido is not the highest, but that's because I think he makes an active effort to suppress himself. Wants to be good for you. Harvey does have these dirty thoughts pretty often, but he usually just excuses himself to the bathroom for a second to relieve himself when it gets too unbearable. Even then, he dislikes this, since he feels like it'd be a waste of his release, since it's not inside you.

Every day would feel very domestic, he'd tease that you two already act like an old married couple, but he'd secretly hope you'd catch on to the idea he's putting down.

Harvey really does want to get married to you. He honestly, strangely, would act a lot more normally if you two were to be wed. It's like, there is something that exists that ties you two together, so even if you two aren't always by each other's side, he at least finds some comfort in knowing you two are bound forever.

Let's just, uh, hope you don't divorce him... Honestly, at this point, he may have already taken care of Mayor Lewis, so that option won't even be open to you anymore.

Harvey would probably try to pop the question during a little picnic he prepared for the two of you. The box for your engagement ring hidden in the picnic basket, amongst carefully wrapped sandwiches and lunchboxes.

You would pick it up while looking through the basket, wondering what it was. You open it, and Harvey feels like he could faint from how fast his heart is beating.

He stutters a lot, being unable to look you in the eye, then you rest a hand on his shoulder, and he feels alright again.

"I... I'd really like to get married with you, my love. Whaddya say?"

You smile at him, you say yes, and Harvey literally shouts in joy, before roughly taking you in his arms.

He quickly apologizes for being so erratic, but he swears he's never been happier. He just loves you so much.

Even though you two were only fiancés at this point, he'd call you his husband/wife/spouse from time to time, just a slip of the tongue, but he does get shy about it.

Your life together would be relatively the same now, just with some more added affection.

He'd get more comfortable around you, kissing you more often, getting more touchy, wearing less clothing around the house.

Of course, his main core value is still there; to care for you.

When thinking of Harvey's love language, you would, rationally, expect it to be acts of service. However, I posit this; his love language would be allowing himself to be taken care of.

He does get tired, and you do notice. You try to do his chores, try to take care of yourself so he'd have some time to relax, but he always gets fussy about it.

He insists that he can still do it, that he can still do things for you. Perhaps, he's scared that if he's unable to please you, that you'll go elsewhere, fall out of love with him.

You can sense that fear, and you tell him you'll still be here. You tell him to go lie down and rest, and you'll join him when you've finished cleaning up.

The wrinkles on his forehead soften up, so does his gaze, and he nods.

"I... Alright, sweetheart. I'll be waiting. Don't take too long, okay?"

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[running-with-kn1ves]

hii! i wanted to ask if you could do a yandere kidnapper x yandere darling? like rich depressed yan that can't imagine living without their darling and ended up taking drastic action, only to find out that darling is way more insane and obsessed passionate than they thought

A/N: I've never been super big on the yan x yan trope but I think this came out kinda cool! Hope this is what you were looking for <3

Synopsis: Sneaking into your beloved's bedroom bent on getting pictures for your stash, you're quickly found by him, who's surprisingly enthusiastic to find you breaking in.

CW: Kidnapping, mutual obsession, shrine dedications, murder (offscreen lol)

WC:3000+

“Nice… new pics for the blog.” 

Your camera click click clicked with a shutter noise each time you rapid fired its capture button, eye so close to the screen you might as well be looking through the viewfinder solely itself. 

“I can see it now… his unkept bedroom revealed, beautiful little face plastered beside this… heap.” 

You looked at the pile of dirty clothes that had yet to be picked up by the estate's cleaning ladies. Well, if you were as filthy rich as he was, you’d probably do the same. Who would waste time cleaning their room when you have the whole world to see? Or in his case, a million press conferences to attend. 

Your eye was drawn to a slightly ajar closet, an odd lock seeming to have been hastily unfastened, now leaving the doors peeking open. Something red was inside. Oh boy, you could hardly contain your excitement. 

What kind of secrets would the famous, wealthy heir Elijah Walsh have in his teensy private closet? Mayhaps some drag dress up that no fan would expect? Dead bodies? Or even, the rumored cocaine stash his poor daddy was accused of hiding? 

You knew Elijah like the back of your hand, unable to imagine any kind of hidden truths that you haven't already discovered. For you, a superfan, (and ultimately, the soulmate he doesn't know about yet) were aware of far more than the average tabloid who didn’t cross trespassing boundaries for love like you had. 

You ripped open the doors without hesitation, snapping pics before even turning the light on. 

But what you saw, was something you weren’t sure you’d want to keep on camera. 

It was you. Well, a picture of you, from some yearbook or singled-out group shot that you couldn’t pinpoint the exact year from. Around your awkward grinning face was a series of items, pinned on a pretty red board like it was a crime scene of sorts. Or maybe… a shrine?

“What the f… is that my underwear??” You looked at the old pair of stretched out undies you had since middle school. Definitely not the pair you’d want some kind of stalker or investigator to get their hands on. 

You saw a few old chapsticks taped to the board, one of which you had been searching for in some old bag you swore you left it in. “I was looking for those!” You grabbed the chapstick and a broken brush, the exact same you thought you had thrown away months ago. 

Out of all the things you hoped to find-- used Q-tips, one of his musky jackets, maybe even some dark sex toys-- this wasn’t on your list. But you couldn’t help the spike in your heart, the flutter that made your toes point inward. 

You had been running this journalist (really a stalker-ish) blog on Elijah since before he got big in the press. You went to the same elementary school and for a short time in middle school, and ever since you couldn’t get his name out of your head. Now, you had a justified reason to keep tabs on him, since his family was currently in the public eye for a variety of deeds. 

Along with professing your obsession with him since childhood, your blog dated the shocking events of his controversies--  keeping it all under an anonymous pen name, of course. You had information news sites couldn’t get their hands on; the dedication you put into watching him was a trait of pride you could never let go. 

Memories of him comforted you at night, and seeing his pretty face in the grocery store magazines hoarded under your bed made you drift off to daydream land where, maybe, you’d be more than just some heavy breathing keyboard jammer fawning over him from a distance.. 

And here was, you. Your things. In his room. Even from the times you climbed the tree beside his window, you never saw this… anomaly of items. 

“What’s this even… mean.” You whispered, dumfounded and growing antsy. Elijah would be coming back now any second, the route of his driver dinging on your phone. 

‘Wait.. does he, know? That I’ve been watching him? Is this all evidence to… incriminate me??’

Worry was creeping up inside of you. But there was no time, not when a heavy vase clunked against your head from behind, letting out a resounding ‘crack!’ from the contact. The chapstick fell from your fingers, camera sliding with you as it lingered loose around your neck. 

The last thing you could think of before darkness hit, was ‘man, I hope I don’t fall on my camera… can’t replace it again. ‘

The unconscious darkness blinding your eyes was snuffed out what seemed hours later, replaced by a buzzing yellow light hanging from the ceiling. You groaned outloud, feeling groggy; an aching pain throbbed in your slumped neck and a sore bump on your scalp. 

‘Got a killer headache…’ 

You tried to pull your hands up to the bump to feel for a bruise, but fell flat with your arms tucked behind your back. You jerked them around, not realizing that they in fact were stuck together-- tied by rope, or some kind of fabric. 

“Thank god, you’re awake. Thought maybe I hit you too hard-- I don’t know what i’d do if that happened.” A familiar voice rang out in the musty, echoing room. 

“What…?” You croaked, trying to look up without facing the wrath of your headache the more light entered your eyes.

“Here, drink some water.” 

A bottle came in front of you, so close to your lips all you had to do was bend down to touch it. You did so without thinking, tasting the sandpaper of a tongue you were stuck with. As soon as the cool water touched your throat, you thought about potential poisoning. Who was this person bottle-feeding you water, why couldn’t you do it yourself?? 

You were too thirsty to care about the consequences, gulping it down as the bottle lifted higher to accommodate you. 

Letting out a pant, you sat back, trying to rub water off your lip with a shoulder shimmy. 

“Where am I? What’s going on--” It all started to come back to you, being in Elijah’s room, trespassing on private property, seeing the closet hoard of you. “Wait, please don’t report me, I promise it isn’t what you think it was…”

“Report you?” The masculine tone scoffed, a hand falling to your shoulder. “I was worried I’d never get a chance like this… you made it so easy, how’d you get in? The window?”

“...Yeah.” You sheepishly replied, looking up at your captor. “It’s not as easy as it looks.”

Oh shit. That was Elijah right in front of you. In the flesh, pretty pearly teeth grinning only inches away from your face as his hand rested on your left shoulder, gently massaging it.

“Is your head okay? I feel bad but.. I wasn’t thinking, could only think about how to keep you here.”

Keep you here? Oh no, does that mean the police are on their way??

“Now.. I don’t have to worry about sending people out to your apartment anymore.. No more security cameras, no more blackmail… just you.” He stroked the side of your cheek that was inflamed from falling against the floor. “Damn. I thought i’d have to go through the trouble of taking you in the middle of the night, I had just sent my driver out for my tools too- but, looks like that’s not even an issue anymore!”

Well, sounds like your fears about the cops was no where near the truth. But now, you were even more confused. Taking you? Stalking? Blackmail? It almost felt like you were listening to yourself talk for a second. 

Behind the dark glare covering his eyes, you could see Elijah’s trademark dimples, his pinkish lips covering the slight overbite he had, constantly showing off his front few teeth. You knew those downturned eyes were there somewhere, even with their shine dulled by the shadows of what looked to be a dark cellar around you. 

His hair was unkempt, thick, dark strands covering his ears and going so far to the base of his neck. Wow, you had never seen him look so scruffy, even when watching from outside, seeing him brush his teeth in shirtless pajamas. He looked worried, shirt untucked and pants wrinkled as he ran a hand through his hair. 

“And I’m sorry to say.. But don’t even think about trying to run away now. I made up my mind long ago, and if I find out that--”

“Urk, I wasn’t planning on it. I saw, the uh, dedication board. Or, shrine?”

At that, Elijah stopped. His baby blue eyes went wide for a moment, forgetting that was where he originally found you until now. 

You hid your head down in discomfort.  

“I have the same one…of you, in my apartment… in a box under my bed. There’s even a piece of hair from middleschool that I c..ut, from you.” You held back a nauseous gag at the admission. But here you were, this was your chance to prove how much you loved him, how much dedication you put towards understanding his every move, every like and dislike, the intricacies of his family history. “Do you know why I was in your room?” You asked, wondering if he already had seen your worship blog. 

Elijah took a step back, lowering to sit on a pulled out fold-up chair across from you. His knees touched yours, still dressed in his black slacks and matching loafers, rolled up sleeves on his cream-colored button up that showed he had taken liberties to get more comfortable for the night. 

“I’ll be honest I hadn’t contemplated that… just about how perfect of a chance it was, that you-- my uh, small, obsession since fifth grade.. Was here.” He looked down, a small red tint creeping from his cheeks to the rest of his face. He was bright crimson, like a kid again confessing to his crush behind the bleachers. “But you remember me?? From so long ago? I can’t… Its hard to imagine, i’ve been watching you for years and thought you had completely forgotten about me.”

“Are you kidding?” You watched Elijah rub his eyes, trying to hide his face behind his knuckles. “You’re all over the news, even if I wanted to avoid you. But I haven’t stopped following your every move since, I can’t remember. Every house change, new school, shopping trip with your mother… anytime I was free I dedicated it to watching you, or my--”

You cut yourself off, stepping one foot off into the deep end on a subject you desperately wanted kept hidden. 

“If I knew any better I’d say you sound like a bit of a stalker.” Elijah tried to hide his grin behind his hand, leaning forward to get a closer look at you. “What were you going to say?”

“My…blog.” 

“Blog?” He parroted. 

“It’s a…. Dedication blog. To you.”

“Oh, like an obsessed fan?” He jeered, laughing with bright teeth as he braced his shaking from on his knee.  “Don’t tell me-- you snuck in here for content to your blog?”

“No-! Well, yes. But some of it was going in my private stash…” You pouted, knowing you’d never get that chance again now that you’ve been discovered. Your days of fawning were going to come to a close. 

“So you must be the one who keeps finding a way to get pictures when I never see any reporters around. By, breaking into my home.” 

“That sounds really bad.. But I promise I wasn’t going to try to steal, or hurt you!”

That only made him laugh harder.

“I can’t… can’t believe I never saw you..” He wheezed, face flushed as you sat rotting in embarrassment and shame. “I had drivers chase after you for hours when you disappeared-- but you were five steps behind me the entire time!”

Drivers… your brain clicked two and two together as he tried to stop from giggling while hunched over. 

“...Drivers?” You question. No way this is what yout thought it was.”So you’ve been spying on me?”

“Don’t sound so offended, little stalker,” He settled down, a permanent smile still on his mouth as he dragged the steel chair somehow closer. “ You’ve been hard to catch, but i’ve been keeping tabs on you, as unseemingly as it is. I couldn’t do it myself but I wanted to make sure you were, okay. Before it was safe to bring you home. Though I had nothing to fear about you forgetting me at all!”

You swallowed, mouth having gone back to a dry desert as you contemplated what this all meant. YOUR Elijah was spying on you in your home? Sending out underlings to watch and make sure you were safe? The man who you’d lay your life down for? You fantasized, imagining him at your window, you-- freshly out of the shower…

“What do you mean by home? You don’t mean.. Here, in the estate, right?”

Elijah observed you so fully, it made you nervous. He had never given someone this much attention in interviews, nonetheless in the photos and videos you managed to snap of him alone. And he was looking at you, with those eyes. 

You didn’t know how much longer you could take it. Smelling his sandalwood with his knees pressing against yours, his finely ironed shirt toned against him-- right here, in the flesh. You always thought you’d be at a distance, never able to come in contact with him.. And now, you were tied up in his family’s wine cellar. 

“Of course my darling. Where else? I can’t possibly send you back to that dungeon of an apartment. And you,” He stood, intent on coming closer. “Came in so willingly, huh? Didn’t think you’d return my love so… earnestly.”

“W-well who said anything about staying?” You sputtered, looking at his eyes glower in an exceedingly dark fashion. “I mean…. You love me? I’d accepted I’d never be seen by you but… you’ve been watching, the entire time?”

He stood up from his chair with a slight creak, causing your neck to strain upwards to look at him. A small touch caressed the end of your chin, his finger smoothening as it lifted your head to meet his gaze. 

He hummed, Elijah’s eyes full of an expression you’ve never seen him wear before. Something in the mix of a sentimental possession, and a lover. But it was so tender, you couldn’t look away. It was so safe, so familiar. You recognized that look in the mirror, visible in your own eyes when you planted kisses on his printed photo taped to your vanity. 

“Haven’t been able to keep you off my mind since you plucked that leaf off of my spoiled head. Love doesn’t even begin to describe it. I need, you.” 

His gaze was so genuine, your eyes soothed by the glazed over grin he gave you, leaning down to hunch on his knees to be closer to you. 

“I…” You breathed, wondering if this was a dream. “I’ve wanted you to see me.. for so long. Is this real?” 

You stopped working. There was no chance that he had been watching you, wondering and waiting for you to recognize him, when you were longing for his attention, having convinced yourself long ago you’d only be able to possess him from a distance. 

Soft fingers that hadn’t worked a day in their lives creeped up your knees, Elijah’s face only inches away as his eyelids lowed, looking sultry as he watched you squirm. 

“I pray it’s not.” He exhaled. 

“...Well, I’m not staying tied up in this chair, no matter how much you beg. Though… I can’t say I’d mind staying with you. Being with you.. Here, together.”

“Good. It wasn’t really a matter of choice, anyway.” He grinned, pressing a slow kiss to your cheek. 

You involuntarily hummed in content, pressing closer to his lips as you arched out of the chair, longing to touch his warm body. He was kissing you; somebody get you out of these ropes before you jump the man. 

Elijah couldn’t help but grin like a maniac, drugged on the way you relished his touch and pressed your chest forward to him. He rushed kisses to your chin, bites to your ear and licks to your neck with a groan. 

But a sudden stop brought your blissfully closed eyes to an open. 

“I’m sorry… want you too much, it’s getting to the better of me.”

“I’m not sorry,” You mumble, hoping that if this was a dream, you wouldn’t ever wake up. “Please, don’t stop.. I’ve killed for this, don’t stop now.”

“You tempt me too much,” He chuckles, gripping the sides of your chair seat to stablize himself leering over you. “So lucky you were my little creepy stalker, and no one else’s. Wouldn’t be able to control myself otherwise.”

“Stalker, murderer of your old lovers… I have many names.” You joked, but the bitterness on your tongue remembering those placeholders you got rid of was sour. 

“Many talents, too.” Elijah’s eyebrows furrowed. “You’re the one that caused my fiances to dissapear? I wondered how they kept doing that,” He looked keenly, seeing right through your little ‘joke’. “Even I couldn’t shoo my mothers’ arranged partners away.”

You tried to look away, embarrassment showing on the way you bit your lips clean and your heartbeat wrapped. “I did it in your name….  I couldn’t stand them thinking they were worth being so close and casual with you! It was infuriating every time I saw it I-- I just  couldn’t take it anymore. Even if it meant I’d never have you.” 

Elijah buried himself in your hair, holding you tight. The squeeze was so personable, hungry and desperate to hold all of you.

 “You have me now, you have me completely. I want you-- what a favor you have done, and you hadn’t even known.”

It felt so good, praised for such hard and hateful work you carried out. Their bodies were mangled, your rage manifesting in the corpses buried under the old golf course near your dingy apartment complex-- and he was happy you did it. Oh, you wanted to hold him, to smell him fully. These binds were stopping you from caressing the lover, the dream you had fantasized holding you to sleep so often, spooning the jackets and dresshirts of his musk in replacement for comfort. 

Elijah still snickered in your ear, playing with the tips of your hair.

“But now, I have to see this blog. I’m too curious-- though I can’t say seeing it will help my small obsession for you. A stalking blog-- too cute.”

You were still so shameful of it, now that he brought it up. You didn’t want your soulmate to see the virtual shrine you had dedicated to him, your unseemly thoughts and hungry urges that were far too detailed and graphic to be shared with their perpetrator. But what choice did you have? He’d find it, one way or another. 

“F..fine. But you’d you atleast untie me now? My arms are getting sore.”

That seemed to cease his light-hearted expression, frowning against your skull as he inhaled the sweet scent of your hair. It was the same as he remembered, now a decade later. 

“You’re not gonna try to leave, are you?” He murmured, caressing pinching your ear with a light tone. But something dangerous was held behind it. It was frightening.. But oh, as if the possessiveness didn’t fuel how much more your insides craved him. 

“Do you think I’d really try to go anywhere? Not when you’re so accessible to me now.” You looked over. Elijah’s lashes looked so long up close, sweetly deadpanned eyes watching as if you were being tested, hunted. 

He seemed to find your answer appealing, getting up and pulling something out of his back pocket. Leaning down once more, you saw the switchblade bobbing between his hands, a pretty and simple hunting blade. He leaned over you, pressing it against the knot above your wrists. 

You focused on feeling for the blade as to not get cut, only for your attention to be pulled back to the spoiled one-percenters lips pressing yours directly. It was a shock, more than anything. You wished you had seen it coming, wish you had been better prepared to share your first kiss with your darling! 

Elijah left your mouth nowhere to run as he pressed up against you, fervidly ensnaring your lips between his.

You gladly accepted the pull away for a second kiss, leaning up as much as you could while hiding your desperation. He was so soft, lips gentle and big as they enveloped your bitten ones. 

“Sorry,” Elijah broke away slowly, not straying far. “I’ve wanted to do that for ages.” You watched his eyes stare wonders at your lips, fingers brushing against your trapped ones from behind as the task at hand was forgotten. 

“Me too.” You uttered, pulling forward to kiss him again with an open, insatiable mouth. 

[yearning-for-autumn]

First off love all your fics they are amazing you never fail to amaze😍🔥Can you please please please write an azris x chubby fem reader! The boys are possessive and ravage her like the goddess she is (she is a tad insecure but azris wil remind her she’s a thick baddie)🙌🏼🙌🏼 Give me all the smutty triad bond goodness! 🤤 Thank youuuu🫶🏼

Ask and ye shall receive. This kind of turned into subby Eris and I don't know how or why. I had milkmaid dresses on my mind so I did make reader a farmer's daughter...my vibe was sexy chubby milkmaid with the braid crown...does that make sense?

If this feels clunky it's because I haven't written in months but I feel like i've risen from the dead for this one, it's what Azris does to me.

Princess Problems

Warnings - Smut, talks of insecurities

Pairings - Eris x Azriel x Reader

Wordcount - 1,500

You threw your head back in a silent scream, the sound getting lodged in your throat until it emerged as a low rasping groan. You would have been embarrassed could you think of anything past Azriel, Eris, Azriel!

The two males shared a grin at the noise Azriel had drawn out of you. Pure male pride radiating from their smug faces. His tongue delved deeper as he continued his attention with renewed enthusiasm. Eris licked a stripe up the column of your neck and followed it with a light kiss to your jaw. 

“Azriel’s mouth is so talented, isn’t it Princess?”

You huffed in response, shooting him a pointed look. As if you could give him a verbal answer when Azriel’s tongue was wet and hot and curling perfectly inside your cunt, your hips hungrily meeting his licks, grinding against his face. Your stomach rolled with the eager thrill of pleasure, building steadily. A desperate hunger only Azriel could sate. Your thick thighs clamped around his head as the pleasure pulled taught, snapped, and you gurgled through a moan as it rushed through you in harsh clamping waves. 

It took a moment to catch your bearings, and blink your eyes open, taking in the sight of Azriel, hair mussed and flopping into his eyes as he drowned in your thighs. He waited patiently, eyes never leaving yours as he waited to be let up for air. You gasped and unclenched, freeing him, and he emerged with a gasp of his own. He flashed a cocky grin at Eris. 

“You wanna taste her?”

Eris grinned and tipped forwards to catch Azriel’s lips with his own, the two sharing your essence between them, their tongues dancing filthily as if they were performing for you. Hands moved first, tangling in the shadowsinger’s hair, then Eris scrambled into his lap, deepening the kiss and grinding down against Azriel’s straining leathers, their desire only heightened by the taste of you. You watched breathlessly. 

It had taken a while for the two males' passion for you to evolve into affection for each other. The first few times you had fallen into bed with them, they had been in competition; avoiding shared touch, fighting over positions, focusing solely on you. It had taken a stern conversation for you to open their eyes to the possibilities. Once the first steps had been taken, the rest fell perfectly into place. They fit together like jigsaw pieces. 

An old feeling bubbled to the surface again. You weren’t a warrior like Azriel, nor royalty like Eris. In fact, you were a farmer’s daughter. Not special at all. And yet these extraordinary fae had chosen you to ravage each night. You watched the dance of their tongues, Eris now squirming in Azriel’s lap. He submitted so beautifully to the shadowsinger. You simply got in the way. 

You sat up a bit more, crossing your legs. Eris broke off the kiss and blinked, trying to snap out of the haze Azriel was so practised at putting him in. Azriel looked your way as well, and pulled a face. 

“You know I don’t like those thoughts, Sweetheart.” He said with a disapproving voice, noticing instantly when you were worrying about something. His eyes were still black with lust, but he lifted Eris off his lap and crawled over you, pushing you down onto your back. 

“Do I need to remind you who got Eris all riled up in the first place?”

You tried to look away but his hand gripped your cheeks firmly and pulled you back to face him. 

“You.” He answered for you. He ran a scarred finger between your heavy breasts and the centre of your belly until he reached your centre. He came up with it coated in your juices and pushed it into your mouth. 

You grimaced at the taste of yourself and he laughed darkly. 

“Don’t like it?” 

You shook your head. 

“Don’t misbehave then.” He said with a smirk, enjoying the bratty huff it elicited. Eris moved to your side, running a hand down your arm softly. You looked into his sympathetic eyes. He had first hand experience of Azriel’s tough love. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He sighed wistfully. You looked away, suddenly feeling unworthy of his praise. 

“I’m not much of a princess.” You said, then cringed. It’s not like you were usually one to critisize yourself. But thoughts had crept in over time, whilst spending more and more of it in the royal sphere. You had calloused working hands, broad shoulders and what had been referred to once as ‘child bearing’ hips. A farmer’s daughter. Perhaps a farmer’s wife one day. Not a princess. Not a High Lord’s courtesan, or even, a High Lady. You were used to heavy labour, to hard work, not party planning and courtier meetings. Eris frowned deeply. 

“What do you mean by that?” He asked. You shrugged. He flashed a look at Azriel who looked equally confused. Neither of them were used to hearing any insecurities from you, and you could tell they thought it was about your looks. Azriel pushed himself up, massaging your hip under his calloused hand. 

“Have we not been attentive enough? Have we given you a reason to think that you aren’t the most stunning princess in all of Prythian?” Azriel questioned. You sighed. 

“It’s not that, it’s just...you two work so well together. Both of you are used to this life. I’m just a farmers daughter. I don’t fit into your world. You'd be better off with someone from nobility.” You swallowed.

This earned you a growl from Eris, but Azriel put a calming hand on his leg. 

“What Eris is trying to say, Sweetheart, is that we would not work without you as the glue holding us together. We don't want anyone else, we want you.” He said, gazing down at you with such an intense look you couldn’t avert your own eyes from his. Eris nodded in agreement.

“And you're very sexy.” He said. Azriel rolled his eyes.

“Your lovely High Lord’s brain is scrambled, care to look after him for me, clearly I have a more important job now.” You furrowed your brow and he elaborated, “Making you feel as good as you look, Sweetheart.”

You gave him a doe eyed look, not used to receiving so much praise at once, but also recognising a direct order when you heard one. You felt silly for raising your insecurities when you could have been having mind-blowing sex instead, but Azriel’s gentle kiss against your lips before you descended your mouth onto Eris’ cock gave you the reassurance you needed. He heard you. He cared. 

Eris let out a very un-high-lord-like squeak as your tongue swirled around the head of his length, quickly devolving into open mouthed panting. Azriel snorted. 

“As if you would think you don’t fit with us. Poor poor Eris, her tongue is a sinful thing isn’t it baby?”

You couldn’t laugh around Eris, but your amused hum had his hips bucking hard, Azriel pumped his own length at the sight and gave a rare look of pained pleasure as he hissed at the contact. 

“Been wanting to do this since you suffocated me in those delicious thighs.” He said with a twinge of desperation, sinking deep into your soaked entrance. You were filled from every direction, spitroasted between your lovers, and loving every second. Your mind quietened, focused solely on the pleasure of your lovely males and of course, the soft roll of your own that crept into your belly with every roll of Azriel’s hips. 

He was uncharacteristically soft and you were about to pull off Eris to ask him to hurry when his hands buried into the soft flesh of your hips hard enough to leave bruises, and he slammed back in with the force of a male desperate to come. You moaned gutterally around Eris’ cock, and were almost gagged by his responding thrust. 

“Oh fuck, oh f-fuck, fuck.” Eris whines, losing any decorum as he buried his hands in your hair and came hard down your throat. You swallowed it all, licking up the drips that dribbled from his length after you had pulled away. He squeezed his eyes shut. 

Azriel was pounding deep inside of you, his shadows swirling frantically around his hips. You always wondered if they shared in his pleasure. You let out a closed mouthed whine, burying your face in Eris’ stomach as you surrendered to your pleasure. You were nearing the peak, legs shaking, but you couldn’t fall over the edge without more. Eris leaned down without needing to be asked, knowing what you wanted. His hand snaked underneath you and pressed down on your clit. You ground into his fingers desperately as you chased the feeling that was now in reach. Clenching around Azriel in harsh waves, you released. The pressure turning to toe-curling relief. Azriel growled as the tightness of your pussy milked his own orgasm from him, his hips jerking erratically until he was completely spent. 

The three of you cosied up, with you cocooned between them, Azriel’s hand stroking your hair softly whilst Eris seemed to fall into a light sleep against your shoulder. Your chest loosened as you realised. It was the three of you. You belonged.

A/N - Do they have princesses in Prythian?

[wordbunch]

healer's healer [Elrond x reader]

a/n: WELL! look at that. the people want ROP Elrond and of course I give them Elrond ♡ it's short but bear with me - I haven't done creative writing in ages and I feel very rusty, but he deserves good things. 🥹

I didn't watch the S2 trailer bc I never do that, but I did see screenshots of baby El after some battle 😭😭😭 so this vaguely goes off of that. Enjoy! 💞

Your breath hitched in your throat as you hurried down the spiraling staircase from your chambers, having noticed a familiar (and beloved) figure on the horizon. Though he was approaching uncharacteristically slowly, without mistake it was your spouse in the distance, returning from his latest task along with his companions. As fast as your legs carried you, you ran out to meet them - well, Elrond - and your heart clenched at his disheveled and evidently injured state. Immediately you scurried to the horse he was on, all drawn into himself and with scars etched into his handsome face.

“Meleth nín,” you breathed out, helping him down as gently as you could muster. Elrond clung onto you as soon as you came in contact, as he held one arm protectively over his middle.

“Beloved,” he replied, fatigue dripping from his words. “I have returned to you… as promised.” His attempt at a soft smile turned into a painful grimace as you slowly walked to somewhere he could at least sit down comfortably. You helped lower him onto the nearest settee you could find and began anxiously examining his wounded form.

“I knew you would keep your promise, always,” you whispered to him, cradling his face in your hands with a feathery touch. The way he was looking at you was shaking you to the bone - in his storm-colored eyes you could see an echo of many a thing he had seen, found, and been through, and you could all but hear your heart crack. “Breathe,” you attempted to soothe him. “Where does it hurt?”

“Everywhere,” he winced, meeting your eyes once again, shakily reaching for your hand laid across his scarred cheek. It was easy to notice his breaths were heavy and uneven. “I love you,” he added hastily, stopping your thoughts in their tracks, as if he was afraid he wouldn’t get many more chances to lavish you in his feelings. “I-I did not know whether… whether I would have another opportunity t-to… tell you that… one more time.”

“My brightest star,” you breathed out, leaning your forehead against his and reveling in his presence after the agonizing weeks of uncertainty. Elrond soaked in your warmth and softly nudged his nose against yours. “We will not speak of such things, ever. You are home now, you are safe, and I am here.  We are going to get you healed, I promise. Neither of us is going anywhere, ever” 

“Until the whole Middle-earth is no more than a distant memory,” he quietly echoed the vows you had exchanged quite a few moons ago. You were hoping you could actually sense, and not that you were just deceiving yourself, that he was beginning to feel more at ease (if not less in pain) only through being in your arms once again.

“Meleth nín,” you inched back only slightly to look at his state, “do you think you could be strong enough to get up with me and walk to our chambers? I will hold you the whole time,” you squeezed his chilly hands in encouragement, eliciting a subtle nod from your spouse. “Then we will make you comfortable, warm, and I will do everything in my power to heal you. From the things you are able to tell me, just as much as from the things you cannot speak of yet.”

Immediately his arm was around your shoulders as he reluctantly rose to his feet. You heard him breathe through his teeth, but you knew he could do it. He was as strong as he was kind, and you were more than willing to bring back his joyous laugh and twinkling eyes.

“How strong have you gotten in these weeks, my dove,” he quipped, doing his best to lighten the somber atmosphere. “I have got a true elven warrior by my side.”

“I have only tried to match you, I admit.”

♡

I should try to somehow revamp my taglist too :/

[yourbloodysunrise]

psst. hiii !!! happy to see your recent post on my timeline <33 do whatever you want with this and take your time obviously but could you do yandere headcanons for lego ninjago please ? any character(s), how likely they are to be yanderes, whatever you want to do !!! thank you so much <33 i hope you're having a good day/night !!!

⛅ — oh, no, OH. it's new because I haven't been allowed to choose characters yet, haha.

⛅ — since you've given me a free topic, I decided to dive a little deeper in my minds and write the characters that I see as possible yandere. enjoy!

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YANDERE NINJAGO HEADCANONS/CONCEPT.

— FANDOM: LEGO NINJAGO.

— CHARACTERS: LLOYD GARMADON, JAY WALKER, SONS OF GARMADON (HARUMI, KILLOW, ULTRA VIOLET, MR. E), ACRONIX, MORRO

— ROMANTIC/PLATONIC

— HCS/CONCEPT

— TW: BAD ENGLISH, BAD GRAMMAR, OOC, I TRIED NOT TO LUMP ALL MY IDEAS TOGETHER ANF LEFT ONLY A FEW CHARACTERS, YANDERE BEHAVIOR, OBSESSED BEHAVIOR, VIOLENCE AND DEATH MENTION, KIDNAPPING MENTION, I'M NOT GOOD AT DESCRIBING VIOLENT SCENES

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⛅ — Let's be honest, any characters can be made yandere if you give them a reason why they became like this, so I could probably write about all the plot characters of ninjago, but I have specific characters in mind.

☆ ┈ To begin with, in my opinion, Lloyd could most likely become a yandere towards you because of all the shit that happened to him. If you've known him for a long time, the older he gets, the worse he feeling about your safety.

☆ ┈ It seems to me that he would have become a yandere for you most likely if you had known him for a long time and were friends with him. He doesn't need many reasons to take care of you, but..

☆ ┈ Remembering how many times he lost his friends and his family...

☆ ┈ Lloyd doesn't want to lose you either.

☆ ┈ He will most likely be paranoid about your safety. People around him are either dying or suffering, and he's terrified that something might happen to you, and even more afraid that it might be his fault.

☆ ┈ I honestly don't see Lloyd as a romantic character. Considering his relationship with Harumi, in my vision, he will no longer be drawn to romantic feelings after that and will try to leave your relationship as friendly.

☆ ┈ If you looked after him when he was still a child, it will only strengthen the platonic bond.

☆ ┈ At first, it's just a slow-moving overprotection, Lloyd won't even realize that he's probably overstepping the mark.

☆ ┈ This is mainly due to the fact that he, as a leader, feels the responsibility to make sure that you are safe, and even here his personal attachment to you has weight.

☆ ┈ As I said before, the further we go through the seasons, the worse it gets for him. Ninjago is not a safe place, something terrible can happen to you in any part of it. Damn, something terrible can happen to you if he's not there for you..

☆ ┈ You won't mind if he stays with you a little longer, right? He just want to make sure that you're fine!

☆ ┈ Lloyd won't tell anyone about his feelings. He is afraid that his excessive concern will strain you and therefore prefers to ignore them, which, accordingly, only makes things worse.

☆ ┈ If one of the villains is planning evil against you, it doesn't matter if it's insults, threats or real harm, Lloyd gets furious. He blindly hits and tear everything he sees in an attempt to "protect you" and somehow express his anger inside.

☆ ┈ Probably, when he calms down, the bones of the person who dared to encroach on you will be ground...

☆ ┈ Can he be hurt anyone? Most likely, yes, but in no case will he try to hurt you. On the contrary, even if he accidentally scratches you, he will apologize to you as if he burned down your house. He can't stand the thought of you feeling unwell, he starts feel unwell, and gloomy ideas appear in his thoughts.

☆ ┈ The other ninjas and Wu are safe too. Lloyd values them, and although he still mentally prefers your company to theirs (he's ashamed to admit it), he's not going to hurt them. In any case, he doesn't believe that any of them could negatively affect your relationship with him.

☆ ┈ He will also not feel hostility towards your friends/family or other people you interact, Lloyd, of course, feels attracted to you, but he does not want to limit your communication.

☆ ┈ People who treat you badly or villains? They are usually simply torn apart by the amount of energy from Lloyd's elemental power..

☆ ┈ He's sometimes scared of his own actions, Lloyd doesn't understand his own feelings, and it tense him.

☆ ┈ For me, Lloyd is not some wild type who kills or hurt many people. If he kills anyone, it will be your enemy, and most likely by accident. Lloyd knows what power he has, and he doesn't want to use it for evil, but he can't always control it.

☆ ┈ Lloyd's behavior doesn't change much with you. You are his good friend, who he is very, very like and care about. Sometimes he can be quiet with you at times when he thinks that his feelings may not be completely normal, but he always pretend that he is thinking about something else.

☆ ┈ Lloyd is not that prone to jealousy. He is not someone who will restrict you in any way as long as it does not pose a potential threat. Simply put, he won't be jealous of you unless you start avoiding him and paying more attention to someone else.

☆ ┈ By the way, Lloyd likes to help you with something, especially with your hobbies. In his eyes, this is a great way to spend time together, besides, you definitely won't mind, right? He just wants to hang out with you.

☆ ┈ To sum up, Lloyd is not one of those yandere that you can be afraid of (but only in my concept, haha). He's more unpredictable than dangerous. He can hurt someone, but mostly he doesn't do it on purpose, but rather because of emotions.

☆ ┈ The harm he causes is mostly physical. Lloyd will not use threats, all the pain he brings is his way of dealing with his feelings for you.

☆ ┈ The only thing that can be bad for you is the way he always convinces both himself and you that you need him. It seems to be manipulation, although he doesn't realize it himself, he just sincerely believes that he has to help you.

☆ ┈ He should protect you, he should be the one who will always be there for you, he should be your support in everything...

☆ ┈ Just trust your friend, okay?

— "Oh?..No, no, it's okay! I was just thinking about something..So, where did you want to go? I was planning to take a walk anyway."

☆ ┈ I don't sure why, but Jay always made me think of him as a possible yandere. Perhaps because of his behavior towards Nya? Who knows.

☆ ┈ In my mind, Jay will be a clingy yandere. Very. When it comes to words, he can't show off his skills, so he prefers to show his feelings with actions.

☆ ┈ Jay can be both platonic and romantic yandere, it will depend on his relationship with Nya, but I will try to keep the line between the two.

☆ ┈ Hugs, harmless touches like shaking hands or just putting a hand on shoulder, he lives by it. Hug him and he will cry with happiness, Jay is really hungry for touch when it comes to you.

☆ ┈ There are two states of Jay: in the first, he just acts like a silly guys who loves joke, that is, most of the time, and the second is his paranoid and aggressive side.

☆ ┈ ..Jay didn't think about his feelings for you, at first. You're just a good friend of his, a little less close to him than Cole. If we move through the seasons, then most likely the turning points could be season 3 (Rebooted), season 6 (Skybound) and Season 14 (Seabound).

★ ┈ If someone read my hcs with Jay, you'll probably notice that I mention Skybound a lot, lol. The reason for this is that this is the only season where Jay was shown in more detail, but we're not talking about that right now, but about the fact that this time I have several moments to build on.

☆ ┈ Jay, it seems to me, is easy to push his feelings to become..twisted. Let's start with Rebooted.

☆ ┈ Jay will feel pretty..depressed. His girlfriend fell in love with his best friend. Best friend. Just thinking that Nya likes Cole more than Jay himself makes him feel unpleasant bile, and he doesn't even know who to lean on. It seems that everyone has their own problems, and no one will listen him-

☆ ┈ And then you're decided to intervene.

☆ ┈ You notice how tensed Jay is getting and decide to support him. For him, it's like a ray of sunshine in the abyss of his own feelings. You joke around with him, even if sometimes it's not funny, try to cheer him up with words, even try to brighten up his days with his interests, like, for example, inviting him to go to a movie with Fritz Donnegan.

☆ ┈ Jay will feel awkward at first. You're doing it..For him? Do you really want him to be better off? He'll have doubts about it, but at some point he'll just decide to stop thinking about it and start clinging to you.

☆ ┈ You start to get closer to Jay, and actually, it helps him. He realizes that the strange possessive thoughts are disappearing, and this makes him relieved..You make him feel better.

☆ ┈ He can't remember feeling so alive for a long time. He didn't even seem to feel so good with Nya. And Jay strives for this feeling to last forever..

☆ ┈ After Zane's death, you will be the only one with whom Jay will try to keep in touch. He doesn't want to think about ninjas or anything that reminded him of what happened...But that doesn't mean he's going to give up on you.

☆ ┈Well, we all know exactly what awaits us next. Skybound.

☆ ┈ This will be the blow to Jay that will probably start to ruin your life from now on.

☆ ┈ He spent every day and night in fear. In fear that something might happen to you if he wasn't around. Jay begins to fear that even if he just leaves you alone for a while, something bad will happen to you.

☆ ┈ Nadakhan most likely locked your soul in Djinn Blade not for the sake of power, but simply to torment Jay. And it's going to drive him crazy. Jay's mind can only perceive 3 things at that moment: The safety of Nya, how much he wants to kill Nadakhan, and how he screwed up in order to protect you.

☆ ┈ How did he let this happen?..He had to make sure that you were safe. He failed.. He should have been there for you, just like when you were there for him at the moment when he needed you.

☆ ┈ He won't make that mistake again.

☆ ┈ From some moment on, Jay changed. You will be one of those who will be the first to notice the changes. It seems he's still the same funny friend of yours, but..Something is definitely wrong.

☆ ┈ He doesn't seem to want to leave you alone. Wherever you are, wherever you go, he wants to be with you. If you or someone else points this out to him, he'll just pout, saying it's just your imagination.

☆ ┈ Jay is not against the idea of stalking. He's ashamed of doing this, but he can't accept the thought that you're in danger without him. There may always be enemies around you! He's not doing this for some perverted pleasure, he's doing it because he's genuinely worried about your safety.

☆ ┈ Unfortunately, his sincere concern is getting creepy.

☆ ┈ Over time, he stops trusting some of the ninjas. Yes, they're his team, his family, but he can't help but shudder at the thought of you leaving him for someone else.

☆ ┈ His relationship with Nya and Cole is the most difficult. Jay no longer understands whether he feels something for Nya or not, his love faltered the moment he found out that Nya is in love with Cole. He sees her as a friend, as a good person, but not his love.

☆ ┈ There is a similar moment with Cole, he remembers how they were friends, and he continues to pretend that they have reconciled, but in his heart he is afraid and envious. The thought of Cole taking you out of Jay's life drives him insane.

☆ ┈ He will finally lose his normal mindset when Nya merged with the ocean. Now he's lost her, forever. Until that moment, he hadn't realized how much he treasured her..

☆ ┈ He promises that everything will be better with you.

☆ ┈ Because of his reputation in the team, Jay does not arouse any suspicion, but believe me, he is dangerous. He doesn't want to hurt his friends, but he can do it if he gets mad.

☆ ┈ He's always suspicious of others. Who says this person doesn't mean you any harm? Jay will keep an eye on those with whom you communicate, but will try not to limit you just not so be suspicious.

☆ ┈ He won't kill anyone, but he can seriously maim and use threats. In the end, who would believe that a silly, good funny blue ninja could threaten someone's life or stalk his best friend? Pfft, nonsense!

☆ ┈ The bags under his eyes? He had insomnia today. Is there a burnt smell around him? Oh, he just made food badly, he'll wash his uniform tomorrow, don't worry. Are you starting to feel like you're being followed? As soon as he is with you, the mysterious stalker immediately disappears! That's right. It's all right.

☆ ┈ Don't pay attention to his shaking hands and excessive clinginess. You're probably just seeing things. By the way, would you like to tell him how are you doing today?

(by the way, I haven't watched Dragon Rising completely, but it would be a good idea if Jay remembered some moments with you because of his obsession and started chasing you, believing that you are his destiny and you can help him remember about his past)

— "I'm glad you're feeling better..I don't know who the creepy guy who's been stalking you lately is, but it's nice to know that I've pushed them away. Maybe we should go out together more often. Well, you know, in the way if they decided to come back.."

☆ ┈ Now, can we talk about that The Sons of Garmadon literally looks like some kind of cult?

☆ ┈ Now, imagine the same, but the gang members worship not only Lord Garmadon.

☆ ┈ Everything will most likely start if you manage to attract Harumi's attention. She will be the instigator of the obsession with you that she will instill in the hearts of the other members of the Sons of Garmadon.

☆ ┈ I guess the highest chance will be if you are a ninja. It is unlikely that she will be interested in an ordinary person, but she will have a special focus on ninjas. Especially if you've ever been involved in killing the Great Devourer, I don't believe that people didn't see the ninja's attempt to confuse the Great Devourer in any way.

☆ ┈ You've rekindled interest in Harumi, and that's her, to be honest..Annoy.

☆ ┈ It's still your fault that the Great Devourer broke into the city, it's your fault that people died..Still, why can't she hate you? Harumi wants to hate you. She really wants to.

☆ ┈ She tries to reassure herself with this, but then she just accepts the fact that you cause her some other feelings. And she wants to know what it is about you, since she feels that you are different from other ninjas.

☆ ┈ Harumi is practically delusional. Her traumatized mind begins to convince her that you saved her. You're not like other ninjas, she knows that! You just need to be led to this idea...

☆ ┈ At the moment when Harumi is on the ninja ship, she is very clingy to you. She uses the image of a princess in trouble to get closer to you, and you sympathize with her, letting her cling to you.

☆ ┈ She is crazy with happiness that she can be so close to you and touch you, and you won't even mind...

☆ ┈ Harumi is sure that your place is with her. What did the residents of Ninjago give you in response to your protection, hm? For several years of protecting this island, almost no one thought about what efforts you were making to do this. Let her show you that she can take care of you!

☆ ┈ She is obsessed with you in every way. She needs your attention, she dreams that you would love her in return, just as she adores you. Harumi can't stand other ninjas, but you? She'll ruin an entire city for you.

☆ ┈ She would probably be possessive, delusional, and self-binding. Her feelings are difficult to describe, it's a terrible mix of love, obsession and dislike.

☆ ┈ The most dangerous thing is that, despite her delusional thoughts, she realizes that her feelings are wrong and she absolutely doesn't care. Harumi believes it's the same love, just a little weird.

☆ ┈ She will not hesitate to do such strange things as collect your personal belongings, clothes, perhaps she would even build a small temple in your honor at the base of the Sons of Garmadon. She had one in the palace, but she had to get rid of it when the servants almost found it.

☆ ┈ Harumi's next step will be that, realizing that most likely the other Sons of the Garmadons will not mind getting rid of you, she begins to instill her obsession with others. Like I said, Harumi delirious a lot, but she's damn smart and knows how to get others to do the same.

☆ ┈ After all, if others love you the same way she loves you, she won't have to get rid of them, right?

☆ ┈ Harumi is easy to jealous, any interaction you have with someone leads her to murderous hatred, she is tolerant only of other generals of the Sons of Garmadon. She is especially angry if you show attention to other ninjas.

☆ ┈ In her princess image, her jealousy manifests itself in self-destruction. Harumi will be hysterical, tearing her hair and scratching her hands till they bleed, crying with anger.

☆ ┈ As Quiet One, she will no longer hold back. Anyone who decides they are worthy of your attention will be beaten and chained until they are tortured to death.

☆ ┈ Ordinary members of the Sons of Garmadon are not allowed to touch you. The only thing they are allowed to do is admire you and show their admiration for you. The generals are the only people who can do whatever they want with you.

☆ ┈ The Sons of Garmadon will suddenly burst into your house and simply grab you to take you to their base. It's going to be scary as hell because no one explains anything to you until you get there.

☆ ┈ By the way, yes, Harumi has successfully managed to inspire others with her faith in you. It's..weird. To watch a crowd of people admire you when they know that they can't interact with you. But hey, she knows exactly how to make you happy!

☆ ┈ Most likely, the first one will succumb to this is Killow.

☆ ┈ Well..Since the Quiet One says that you are a great person, it means that you probably are.

☆ ┈ He's pretty simple when it comes to his feelings. He's a little delusional about what Harumi told him about you, but he still retains the rational part.

☆ ┈ Killow is a big guy and he likes physical contact, so he will be offended if you try to resist his attempts to interact with you. He could wrap his palm around your hands so you couldn't struggle and allow himself to snuggle up to you, rejoicing that he is so close.

☆ ┈ If Harumi considers you to be her possible lover, you're just an idol to Killow. He doesn't really expect much, just that you will be patient with him and allow him to pay attention to you.

☆ ┈ He is actually trying to provide you with a decent life in the standards in which Ninjago City is. Although Harumi and Mr. E mostly take care of you most of the time, Killow also tries to contribute something.

☆ ┈ He will secretly bring you some things that Harumi and Mr. E forbid you, except those that will help you escape, of course.

☆ ┈ Although Killow is gentle with you, he is one of those who would like to threaten you in order to get you to obey. He can threaten you with pain, although this will most likely never be brought to reality, because he won't be able to hit you even if he wanted to, so he usually threatens your family or friends.

☆ ┈ Don't you want to cooperate? Oh, it's a pity, maybe if he pays a little visit to your dear friends in Resistance, you'll change your mind..

☆ ┈ Killow usually teams up with Ultra Violet when it comes to you. They may argue about who should get your attention, but they're more intimidating as a team.

☆ ┈ Ultra Violet was the second one who succumbed to Harumi's ideas. Since you had a hand in killing the Great Devourer..Perhaps you can show yourself from a wilder side?

☆ ┈ We know that Ultra Violet is unstable already, and when Harumi manages to plant the seed of obsession in her mind, it will grow on its own, and very strongly.

☆ ┈ Did Ultra Violet delusional? You will be surprised, but I will say that not complete. Of course, due to her mental state, she believes that you are someone perfect, but she begins to doubt when she sees that you are resisting the attention of the Sons of Garmadon.

☆ ┈ Don't you have to accept them or something if you really need them?..

☆ ┈ She doesn't let doubts show, so probably nothing will change for you.

☆ ┈ Although Harumi has assured you that she is the one who should be with you, Ultra Violet is not going to share. No no, her jealousy is even worse than Harumi's.

☆ ┈ If you show attention to someone in front of her, she will try to attack the one you are spending time with. This usually ends with serious beatings, and in the end, Ultra Violet will simply take you somewhere private.

☆ ┈ If it's another general of the Sons of Garmadon, she won't fight, but she'll take you with her anyway, no matter how other general will complain about it.

☆ ┈ Ultra Violet is the one who likes to express her love in words. Although actually she whispering crazy nonsense while she clings to you, holding a knife to your neck in case you want to resist.

☆ ┈ Ultra Violet is also can harm you, although it usually happens by accident. She doesn't know what normal entertainment is, and therefore suggests brightening up your days with training fights. If she accidentally harms you during one of them, she will most likely not be allowed to see you for a while.

☆ ┈ Of course, she will be ashamed, but this feeling will overshadow the ferocity when you are separated. She always rushes to you if you are away for too long, and her methods of getting to you are not the most peaceful.

☆ ┈ Along with Killow, she is given more limited interactions with you than, for example, with Mr. E. This makes both jealous and they usually unite and loudly argue about who has more privileges. If you get involved in an argument, you will most likely be asked to choose a side. Make a wise choice.

☆ ┈ About him, Mr. E is the only one who is fully aware of delusion of Harumi and all the other Sons of Garmadon.

☆ ┈ ..However, this does not mean that you are safe with him. Although he knows that others are obsessed with you and that you need help, he's not going to give it. On the contrary, to your bad luck, he wants to join their obsession.

☆ ┈ You won't know the reason. Even Harumi, who understands that he was skeptical of her words from the very beginning, does not know why he is attracted to you.

☆ ┈ The motives of Mr. E are complicated, but his intentions are clear: he wants a place in your life, too.

☆ ┈ Among all the generals of the Sons of Garmadon, he is the best option. He is entrusted with making sure that you live in prosperity, and he is actually doing this.

☆ ┈ Mr. E brings your favorite entertainment, the food you like, the clothes you've dreamed of. Simply put, he often gives you things that you want. He is also the one who mostly follows you and then reports to Harumi.

☆ ┈ You think that Mr. E doesn't hide his presence, but trust me, when he wants to be secretive, he makes sure that you don't notice him.

☆ ┈ It is difficult for him to show you his affection, if he has it at all. He doesn't talk to you much, but he can sometimes write you an answer on paper.

☆ ┈ He is also not good at physical contact, because his iron body feels unpleasant, and he does not want to cause you unnecessary discomfort.

☆ ┈ Mr. E is a good listener because he will never mind what you say. Even if you mumble to him about how much you hate one of the other generals, he will never think about it. Go on, tell him anything you want. You know he won't tell anyone anyway.

☆ ┈ Here, Mr. E is not an Echo Zane, he just contains his details. Imagine that some fragment of Echo Zane's consciousness (whatever it was based on) got into the system of Mr. E.

☆ ┈ Maybe that this would contribute to the creation of his obsession. He can protect the weak. You are weak against four generals. So why can't he protect you?

☆ ┈ You see him a lot, probably even more than Harumi. Mr. E serves Lord Garmadon because he was created for this, and the opportunity to do something else seems attractive to him. Is this the feeling that people call love? If that's the case, then he wants more...

☆ ┈ There are four of them. You're alone. And each of them wants your attention only for themselves. Good luck.

☆ ┈ Perhaps it will be a surprise for you to see Acronix here, but he has always inspired me to write him as yandere.

☆ ┈ You can get targeted by being a ninja or just an ordinary technology-savvy person who has been captured by the vermillions in order to work for Hands of Time.

☆ ┈ He will most likely immediately realize that he feels something for you. The reason for this is that Acronix understands that his feelings are strong, and he won't even try to ignore them, no, he's showing you his intentions. But a little later.

☆ ┈ At first, Acronix studies you from afar. It will scare you anyway if he suddenly attacks you with a confession, and he doesn't want to screw up from the very beginning. He can be frivolous, but he's not stupid.

☆ ┈ When he show himself to you, he will try to show you his good side in the hope that it will arouse at least some interest in you. He'll be upset if you don't change your mind about him.

☆ ┈ Does he ever lose interest? Hell, no.

☆ ┈ Acronix seems to realize that his love is sick, but he downplays it as if it were a small thing. So ahead of you are waiting for long attempts to woo you and a strange courtship in an attempt to get to your heart.

☆ ┈ Yes, courtship. Acronix wants your love, but he doesn't want you to fake it, or worse, force you to accept his feelings. He want you to truly love him as much as he loves you.

☆ ┈ Despite this, he may force you to physical contact. He can wait for you to fall in love with him, but he still wants intimacy.

☆ ┈ Grabbing your cheeks abruptly to kiss you or hug you so that you feel like your ribs will break if you try to escape, all this is in his repertoire.

☆ ┈ Oh, he's definitely going to kidnap you. If you are an ordinary person, you will simply be captured by vermillions and brought to his and Krux's lair. If you are a ninja, he will personally want to capture you. Since Acronix has been watching you for a while, he knows quite a lot about you, and he doesn't mind using it.

☆ ┈ As soon as you get there, you will be constantly watched. The only times when Acronix will take his attention away from you are when he is not in the lair or for using his BorgPad, but the second one won't last for long. And when he's not with you, the vermillions will be watching you.

☆ ┈ Krux is absolutely against this obsession of his brother. He doesn't understand why Acronix has such a rush of affection for you, and sometimes it annoys him. However, he won't do anything about it, as he doesn't want to upset the Acronix, but at least he treats you with some respect.

☆ ┈ Acronix will try to create a more cozy atmosphere for you: he will allocate you a separate corner where there will be a bed, a couple of pillows and a few of your favorite items.

☆ ┈ Almost all of the "gifts" from Acronix are stolen, and you may even find a few items from your home. If you ask him about it, he will honestly admit that after your abduction, he broke into your room a couple of times to look for something interesting in your things.

☆ ┈ Acronix tries to be romantic, but he's quite clingy and protective. He doesn't want you to show interest in anyone but him, the only person he allows you to talk to is his brother, and Krux doesn't particularly want to talk to you...

☆ ┈ Usually, the topics of your conversations with Acronix are divided into two topics: about what wonderful technology is, and how you two would look great as a couple.

☆ ┈ He the one who talks most of the time and you don't say anything, but he also likes to ask you sudden questions to make sure you're listening to him. If you don't, he won't be particularly offended, he'll just playfully scold you.

☆ ┈ Acronix will want to take you with him to the Iron Doom, what kind of lover would he be if he left you alone? Although this is also due to the fact that the idea that you could rely only on him sounds attractive to him. After all, if you find yourself in the past, where will you go?

☆ ┈ He's a big fantasist about your relationship. As soon as he sees you, romantic scenes will unfold in his head. Acronix might even think to get married, though he is not sure about it. His priority is just a romantic relationship.

☆ ┈ It's going to be hard with him because you have very little chance of escaping. You are kept tied or shackled and almost always under supervision, and Acronix spends almost all the time with you, so you don't even have time to take a break from it.

☆ ┈ Well, at least you have Cyrus Borg's company..And that's when Acronix isn't around, because he hates it when you focus on others.

☆ ┈ Even if you can get out by yourself or with the help of a ninja, he is always one step ahead, always in the future, where you should be by his side.

☆ ┈ It's not like you have choice anyway. Now, why don't you come a little closer?

— "..Stalked you? Oh no, baby, it was an ordinary walk of two lovers! It's just that only I knew about it."

☆ ┈ Given Morro's personality, it wouldn't be surprising if he had similar feelings for you. He just needs to be given a reason.

☆ ┈ The makings of any feelings may have appeared at the very beginning, when he possesed Lloyd's body. You don't want to hurt your friend, so you refuse to fight, but Morro will take it as you don't want to fight with him.

☆ ┈ He doesn't really like you at first, however, as expected. He doesn't even think much about you, in his eyes you're just a problem that needs to be liquidated. Perhaps your images will pop up in his head from time to time, but he will quickly dismiss them.

☆ ┈ I just live by the idea that Morro would want to stay with Master Wu during the events of Day of the Departed. Traveler's tea can transport him from the Departed Realm, I have always considered this to be the most logical option.

☆ ┈ Most likely, his feelings will appear if you want to give him a second chance. This will even confuse him at first, because he is sure that for all that he has done for Ninjago, you will hate him.

☆ ┈ However, he awkwardly accept your attention. Morro isn't sure if he should have stayed at all, most likely the only reason he's still here is because he wanted to stay with Master Wu.

☆ ┈ The second reason will appear soon..The more time you spend, the more he begins to feel affection for you.

☆ ┈ Morro's biggest problem is that he's not sure about his feelings. The only person he ever loved was Master Wu, and for showing him fatherly love as well. As a result, Morro is not sure if his feelings are romantic or platonic.

☆ ┈ Are these feelings at all, or is he just clinging to your attention, as to the closeness that he has not experienced for many years, being in the Cursed Realm?..

☆ ┈ Whatever it is, Morro likes it. Initially, he would try to forget about his feelings, since he doesn't understand them, but at some point he just gets used to them.

☆ ┈ Morro will not demand your attention, as he believes that he is not worthy of it, but any expressions of sympathy for him increasingly add fuel to his burning hotbed of obsession.

☆ ┈ Morro could start thinking that your relationship could be more than that. He is sure that his feelings are some kind of connection between you, a connection that needs to be developed.

☆ ┈ He dreams of achieving an exemplary relationship with you, it resembles a mixture of family and partner relationships.

☆ ┈ Morro wants to make sure that you know how much he values you, and he's ready to show it. In different ways.

☆ ┈ Morro does not know how to express his love for you. He's too insecure to admit to you that he feels something for you, and physical contact is also difficult. In original series the moment where Nya and Cole hug each other, it was shown that the ghost can become tangible during contact, and Morro takes advantage of this.

☆ ┈ He doesn't want to impose, but sometimes he allows himself to come up to you when you are alone and ask you if he can hug you or take your hand.

☆ ┈ Sometimes Morro comes up with such strange thoughts as, for example, to possess you just to feel you as close as possible. He probably won't be able to look you in the eye for a while, feeling ashamed of it.

☆ ┈ Morro is a controlling and protective type. He basically won't show his obsession in any way, but he's very protective. Literally.

☆ ┈ He is almost always there, wherever you go, he shows a desire to go with you. He'll get upset if you ask him to leave you alone, and he'll either do it or he won't. Depending on how worried he is about you at that moment.

☆ ┈ I doubt that ghosts sleep, but if they do, then they probably sleep very sensitively. Morro often lies around your bed and just listens to the environment around you to make sure you're safe.

☆ ┈ Everything is difficult for Morro with jealousy. Is he jealous? Yes, indeed. He may be tolerant of your closest people, but anyone who says a word about how strange it is that Morro is always with you will immediately end up on his hate list.

☆ ┈ Morro is not against using violence, but only if it would protect you. Of course, he could get rid of a couple of people whom he considers unworthy, but he wants to become a better person, if not for himself, then at least for you..

☆ ┈ When he's with your enemies, he's ferocious. He can offer them to leave peacefully, but if it doesn't work out, he doesn't mind painting his sword in blood. Usually, few people leave alive after skirmishes with him.

☆ ┈ Having a little obsessed ghost by your side could probably be worse. But don't forget that wherever you go, he will always be looking at you.

☆ ┈ He won't ever let you out of his gaze.

☆ ┈ So relax, okay? He will protect you from any hostility.

— "I'm here for you. And always will."

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🌤️ — it was good, I hope...funny fact, it was originally supposed to be a yandere blog, but I decided to make it just a writer-random blog.

🌤️ — btw, I left the requests open so, hey??? anyone??? I am free for now :'D

🌤️ — welp, hope you like it! have a good day, see you later ☆

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CRASH INTO YOU 𓈒 ──── ❝ thought I met you by mistake, must be my reality ❞. —심재윤

꠹yn𝓸psis 𓋰 He always seems to one-up you. Just one tutoring sessions and you’re immediately putty in his hands. Falling for Jake Sim was never part of the plan. ⌣

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*1600' his perfect score reads on the campus board. It no longer comes as a surprise to you but never fails to make your blood boil as you find yourself clenching your fist, seething in anger silently, "That genius little fucker...I was only 100 points away," you mumble. Eyes practically burning a hole into the board.

You were so damn close — yet he always manages to keep you on your toes by making up for what you lack.

He barely even tries; you never catch him studying on campus, and you highly doubt he does at home. Yet you always manage to wear yourself out by staying up late at night studying for countless hours, leaving barely any room to sleep. You find yourself nodding off these days during lectures, and you haven't even had a proper meal.

Walking away with a long, drawn-out sigh, you're too in your head before you realize you're bumping into someone's chest. None other than Jake Sim himself.

"Well, this outta be good." He gives you that smug look that you hate oh so much; there's nothing you love to do more than wipe it off. The height difference between you both causes you to look up at him with folded arms and squinted eyes, annoyed as ever. "Are you done gloating yet, pretty boy?" You watch a grin spread on his face as he leans in closer. "Me...gloating? Never. Enjoy your huffy face? Absolutely." He's teasing, as always. "Clearly you've got nothing better to do than be a pain in my ass, and I've got a class to go to." Your eyes dart around the room as you're ready to end this draining conversation.

"Relax, pretty; I'll tell you what. Why don't I tutor you? You're so determined to even out our scores, so why not learn from the best?" Grinning from ear to ear, he watches the frown deepen on your face. "Pfft, please" learn from the best. "All you're good for is getting on my last nerves." your voices laced with sarcasm. He allows your remark to go through one ear and out the other: "C'mon, just think about it. You know you need the help, so just let me." You can only imagine why he'd want to help as you begin to ponder the idea.

Pulling you out of your thoughts, he jots down his number and address on a piece of paper, handing it to you, "Meet me tomorrow at 4 pm if you change your mind; see you later, pretty." He makes his way to his lecture, already making you late to yours. You never fail to notice how he always calls you pretty; you can never tell if he's teasing or just being a shameless flirt. Either way, you want no part of it; he's absolutely infuriating. Snapping out of it, you attend your last few boring lectures for the day, finally ready to go home.

Snug in your bed and fresh out of the shower, you decide to take him up on his offer, saving his number to your contacts and texting him.

'Y/N: You better not waste my time tomorrow, sim. I want my perfect score by the next time we take SATS."

Your phone pings as you receive a text back from him. ' Smart ass: 'No worries, just you, me, and some textbooks. Don't be late tomorrow. Good night, pretty. ;)

Rolling your eyes as he leaves no room for you to refuse.

That sneaky little smirky face haunts your mind as you feel yourself slowly drifting off. "What have I gotten myself into?" you mumble as sleep overtakes you.

4 pm comes quicker than you expected as you find yourself standing in front of his house. Not bad, you think to yourself. You thought to at least make yourself look decent if you were going to be stuck with him all day. Ringing the doorbell, you wait for him to open up. casual sweats, messy hair, and his nerdy glasses, you push past the thought of remotely thinking he looked attractive. "Well, look who finally showed up," he grins as you push past him, making your way inside. "Let's just get this over with." "Whatever you want," he leads you to the living room, setting everything up to tutor you.

Starting off pretty productive, it seems to be going well. You got worked up a few times after getting some stuff wrong, but he reassured you each time that it's not hard and that you need to just take a deep breath and focus. "I can't do this shit; I don't understand how you do it." You slump against the couch, feeling defeated. He looks at you for a moment before speaking, "C'mon, pretty, you think I just learned to do this overnight? Learning takes time; SATs are in three weeks. I can have you prepared by then; just take your time." Rubbing circles in your back with his thumb, you allow yourself to be comforted as he explains the problems to you again. He isn't so bad; just maybe you can get used to this.

After highlighting a few problems and guiding you, he watches as you complete them on your own, your brow furrowed as you focus on solving them. Sliding the notebook over to him, you allow him to skim over the problems, checking if you got any wrong. His eyes light up. "That's what I'm talking about, I told you. "You got this; just have a little faith in yourself." Ruffling your hair, he shows you all your correct answers as he moves on to teaching you something else.

Feeling somewhat proud of yourself, you know you couldn't do this without him; he didn't have to help you, yet for some reason he offered. As he's writing down the next few problems, you take in his features: his pretty, plump lips, shaggy hair, and soft jawline. Trying to focus on the work he's given you, your eyes keep wandering on him. Swallowing the lump in your throat as you feel your cheeks heat up, you clear your throat. "What's next, pretty boy?" You tease lightly. "Yeah? Are you ready to keep going?" You nod in response, ready to answer a few more questions.

Keeping his focus on you as you continue writing, his eyes linger on you a bit longer than usual. Glancing up at him, there's something in his expression that you can't quite grasp. "Jake..." you whisper out softly and uncertain. Leaving you unable to finish, he cups your cheeks, giving you a soft, tender kiss, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. Taking the initiative to deepen the kiss, you grip his tee, feeling the heat between you intensify.

Fabric slipping between your fingers, you somehow pull him even closer as he kisses you more desperately. Not wanting to get carried away, he pulls away slowly, resting his forehead against yours. Voice soft and raspy as he speaks, "You alright, yeah?" Unable to find the words, you nod quietly.

His soft chuckle rings in your ears. “Been waiting to do that for a while now.” He holds you close against his chest. Scoffing as you turn to look up at him, “This was your plan all along, wasn’t it? Knew there was a reason you offered to tutor me,” shrugging with no regrets, he rests his chin on top of your head. “What can I say? I like my women how I like my math. Challenging at first, but with patience, easy to understand.” That devilish grin dances across his face.

You tease slightly, and you cross your arms. “Oh? I guess I’m going to have to make this a little more difficult for you. I’m still not convinced you’re the best tutor; I suppose I’ll have to come back.” You roll your eyes with a small smile. “Only if you’ll be my girlfriend.” The grin on his face only widens. “I’ll give you my answer once you work your magic and I pass these SATs.”

Watching as his grin falters slowly and his eyes narrow, ready to take on a challenge, three weeks is all he needs to help you pass, only to hear the yes he’s dying for of you being his girlfriend. For now you’re keeping him on his toes, while he’s hanging by a thread, waiting on your answer, and three weeks couldn’t come any sooner. In the meantime, it seems you’ve found a way to one-up him at his own game.

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Aegon Targaryen - Stolen Moments

Summary - In stolen glances and brief, desperate encounters, they grapple with their longing for each other while the realm demands their attention. Their connection, though strained, burns with passion and a desperate need to reclaim the love they once knew.

Pairing - Aegon Targaryen x reader

Warnings - Sexual content (smut!)

Word count - 2260

Masterlist for Aegon • House of the Dragon General Masterlist.

Ever since Aegon was crowned King of the Seven Kingdoms, finding even a fleeting moment of peace together has felt like chasing a mirage. 

It seemed as though the weight of the realm's crown came with chains—binding not just him, but us both. 

Our love, once free to breathe in laughter and stolen glances, was now suffocated by duty's unyielding grip.

Being queen was a role I never sought, never imagined for myself. Yet here I was, donning the mask and bearing the title, playing a part I barely recognized.

I felt a familiar warmth as Aegon brushed his fingers against my cheek. 

"My beautiful wife," he murmured, his voice soft but tinged with weariness. I blinked, trying to savour the rare and fragile moments of quiet that often slipped through our fingers like sand.

"Aegon," I groaned, swatting at his hand with mock annoyance. His deep laugh rumbled through the air as I buried my head beneath the pillow. 

I knew that laughter—it was one of the few pieces of him I still had unfettered by the crown.

"My love," he said, tugging the pillow away and leaving me exposed to the early light and his piercing gaze. "We haven't had a moment of peace in weeks. I want this time with you. I need it."

I opened my eyes fully, turning to meet his face. His expression was unguarded, and in it, I saw the man who had once been mine alone—not the king he was forced to become. 

"That's true," I whispered, stretching, only to be caught in his arms as he pulled me closer. His touch was gentle, reverent, as if trying to capture every second that might be stolen from us.

"It is, isn't it?" he breathed, his fingertip tracing a soft line down my cheek. I closed my eyes, leaning into his touch, wishing for the world to dissolve around us, leaving just this moment.

But the world refused to yield.

The heavy doors to our chambers slammed open, a Kingsguard stumbling inside, words tumbling from his lips in a rush. The sacred illusion of peace shattered like glass.

Aegon groaned, his face contorted with frustration, while I rolled my eyes skyward, the cold reality settling in once more. 

"So much for peace," I muttered bitterly, dragging the sheets over my head in a feeble attempt to block out everything that was not us. 

I felt him shift, his weight leaving the bed—off to tend to matters that never ceased, off to be the king everyone demanded.

And I was left alone, clinging to the echoes of what little time we'd had, wondering how much longer it would be before duty tore even those moments away.

Days blurred together like ink bleeding through parchment, staining every hour with endless demands and the heavy burden of duty. 

Every fleeting moment Aegon and I found together seemed to be stolen by the realm's constant demands, and with each passing day, it became harder to remember what it was like to simply be us.

The first time we managed a brief moment alone, it was in the dimly lit hallway of the Keep. 

I caught sight of him turning a corner, his face drawn and weary. He paused, as if sensing my presence, and our eyes met. Without a word, he reached for my hand, pulling me into a hidden alcove away from prying eyes.

"Just one moment," he breathed, his forehead pressing gently against mine. "Just one."

"Is this what our lives have become?" I whispered, hating how my voice trembled. "Stolen moments in shadows?"

He didn't answer. Instead, his hands tightened around mine as if he could anchor us both. 

A distant shout called his name, echoing through the halls. The moment shattered. He stepped back reluctantly, a flash of pain crossing his face before the mask of the king slipped back into place. 

I watched him walk away, feeling the emptiness that followed in his wake.

Another time, late in the evening, I found him in the council chamber, head bowed over maps and parchments. His crown sat askew, forgotten in his frustration. 

I entered quietly, not wanting to disturb him, but he heard me and looked up. The exhaustion in his eyes cut deeper than any sword.

"Come here," he said, his voice rough, pleading. I walked to him, and he pulled me close, resting his head against my chest. 

"I miss you," he murmured, the admission raw and unguarded. "I hate that I miss you, because you're right here, and yet... you're not."

"We're both prisoners of the crown," I said softly, running my fingers through his hair. "Every day, I feel it tightening around us."

Before I could say more, the door creaked open, and a steward stepped in with urgent news. 

Aegon stiffened, releasing me reluctantly. "Another time," he whispered, a bitter smile playing at his lips. "Always another time."

One afternoon, we managed a few stolen minutes in the gardens. It felt almost normal—almost. We walked side by side, the warmth of his hand in mine a comforting reminder of what we once had. But even here, peace was a fragile thing.

He picked a flower, tucking it behind my ear. "Do you remember when we used to run here, hiding from our lessons?"

I smiled, though it hurt. "I remember you always got caught."

"Because you were faster," he said with a laugh, but the mirth didn't reach his eyes. "And smarter."

I wanted to savour the moment, but a guard approached, urgent footsteps disrupting our fragile peace. Aegon's jaw clenched. "Not now," he growled.

"I'm sorry, Your Grace," the guard said, eyes downcast. "It's urgent."

Aegon turned to me, his expression a mix of apology and simmering rage. "I will come back," he said, as if trying to will it into truth.

"I know," I replied, even as I doubted it. He pressed a quick kiss to my forehead before being pulled away once more.

It continued like this—glimpses of each other through corridors, shared looks across crowded rooms, and brief, desperate touches that ended all too quickly. 

Each moment left us more frustrated, more bitter. I could see it gnawing at him, just as it was gnawing at me.

Finally, one stormy evening, Aegon burst into our chambers, his face pale and drawn with exhaustion. He crossed the room with an urgency I hadn't seen before, and before I could speak, he grabbed my hand, pulling me to my feet.

"I can't do this anymore," he said, voice low but fierce. "I can't keep pretending that these scraps of time are enough."

"Aegon—" I began, but he silenced me with a look that burned with desperation.

"No." He dragged me to the doors, bolting them shut with a heavy thud. "No more interruptions. No more duties. I am the King," he declared, his voice cracking under the weight of it all. 

"And I will have a moment's peace with my queen."

He turned back to me, eyes blazing with determination, pain, and longing. "Just one night. No one else. No crowns, no thrones—just us."

I nodded, feeling the truth of his words deep in my bones. He reached for me, pulling me close, and for the first time in what felt like forever, the world outside faded away. 

There were no knocks, no calls, no endless summons. Just us—finally.

"I've missed you," he whispered against my hair, his voice raw. "I've missed you so much."

"And I you," I replied, my voice breaking. "Always."

The silence stretched, not awkward but heavy with unspoken yearning. I pulled back, just enough to lift my gaze to his. His eyes, deep and stormy, held mine as if afraid I'd vanish. 

I let myself smile, small but real, the playfulness creeping in like the first light of dawn. "Does our night's peace involve any other activities?"

His lips curved a hint of mischief sparking in his eyes. He slowly removed his crown, setting it down carelessly on the settee. 

"That depends on what the Queen desires," he murmured, the gravel in his voice sending a shiver down my spine.

I let my fingers trace the line of his jaw, trailing down his chest. 

"What does the King want?" I teased, batting my lashes as my hands moved lower, slipping beneath the hem of his tunic. 

I felt the heat of his skin against my fingertips, each inch another reminder of what I'd missed.

His hands covered mine, stilling their movement just long enough for him to whisper, "To please his Queen." And then his lips captured mine, hungry and soft all at once. 

His fingers found the laces of my dress, working deftly, as if each knot and loop were a barrier to be conquered. 

We moved in rhythm, clothes shedding between kisses and breathless laughter until there was nothing left between us.

Aegon lifted me as if I weighed nothing, cradling me against his chest before laying me gently onto the bed. We shared a smile, wide and unrestrained, the kind that made the world fall away. 

He leaned in, his lips trailing along my shoulder, his breath sending waves of heat over my skin. "I have missed the feel of you," he murmured, each kiss a promise of more.

I arched into him, my fingers tangling in his hair, relishing the silky strands slipping through. His hands explored me, reverent and hungry, every touch igniting a fire beneath my skin. 

"As have I," I breathed, my words a soft confession wrapped in desire. I tugged him closer, my legs wrapping around him, the need thrumming between us.

"I need you," I whispered, the words raw and urgent, a plea that left no room for denial. I guided him, shifting so our bodies fit together, an intimacy so long denied finally restored.

He exhaled shakily, his gaze locking with mine, and in that moment, everything fell into place. "Then let me amend that absence," he replied, his voice deep, a promise made flesh.

The first press of him stole the air from my lungs. We gasped together, rediscovering the familiarity of it all—an ache and a joy in equal measure. He moved slowly, reverently, each motion a gift shared. 

"If I were to perish right now," he murmured, a hint of laughter threading through his heavy breath, "I would be content."

"Stop it, you fool," I managed, my words a half-laugh, half-moan as he thrust deeper, teasingly insistent. 

And then words fell away, replaced by sensation and the knowledge that nothing—duty, distance, or time—could keep us from finding each other again.

Our words gave way to silence as the world outside ceased to exist, leaving only us, tangled in the sheets, wrapped around each other as if we could bridge the space of every lonely moment spent apart. 

The rhythm of his movements became everything—steady, deep, each thrust a reminder of what we'd missed, each touch a rediscovery of familiar terrain made sacred by absence.

I clung to him, my hands roaming across the muscles of his back, tracing paths I'd memorized long ago but still felt new beneath my touch. 

He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his breath hot and ragged against my skin, each exhale a wordless vow. 

Our bodies met and parted, a dance of need and love, the quiet murmurs and soft moans filling the space between us like music only we could hear.

"I've needed this," he whispered, the words spilling out unbidden, roughened by desire and longing. "I've needed you."

His confession was raw and open, leaving me exposed in its wake. 

"I know," I breathed, pressing myself closer as if to absorb the truth of it into my very bones. "I know." 

The edges of pleasure crept in, curling through me like a rising tide, unstoppable and inevitable. 

I felt his grip tighten, his hands slipping down my sides, holding me as if he could keep me there forever. And in that moment, I wanted nothing else.

The tension coiled within us, building with each shared breath, each deep thrust. My name was a whisper on his lips, a prayer, a plea. 

I met his gaze, lost in the depths of his eyes, and in that connection, we both shattered—together. The release was intense, a wave that left me gasping, my body trembling beneath him. 

I felt him follow, his muscles tensing, his movements slowing, until he stilled, a soft groan of fulfilment breaking the silence.

We lay there, wrapped around each other, hearts pounding in unison, every breath a testament to what we'd reclaimed. 

Aegon pressed his forehead to mine, his sweat-damp hair brushing my skin. He kissed me, gentle and lingering, as if savouring the taste of this stolen time.

The world seeped back in slowly—the soft rustle of fabric, the faint flicker of candlelight casting golden shadows around the room. His hands found mine, fingers intertwining as he pulled me closer, settling me against his chest. 

The silence was no longer heavy but comfortable, our contentment palpable.

"I missed this," he said quietly, his voice soft now, a murmur of truth against my hair. "Just being here. With you."

I smiled, nestling deeper into his embrace. "And I," I replied, my own exhaustion mingling with blissful satisfaction. "Even if it is fleeting, it's ours."

He nodded, his arms tightening around me protectively. 

"Let's make the most of every heartbeat," he whispered, his tone a mix of solemnity and lightness, the playful edge still there. "Even if we must steal moments."

We stayed like that, wrapped up in each other, no need for words as our breathing evened out. 

The weight of our responsibilities would come crashing back soon enough, but for now, we had this. 

We had each other, skin to skin, heart to heart, and for once, the world could wait.

A/n - Love me a little they constantly get interrupted until one of them breaks moment <3

[itsoverfeeling]

Episode 7 of Murderbot

It's been a second since I've done a more analysis-style post, but I'm feeling quite excited post-episode 7 and I wanna get my thoughts out there. There's a lot I could get into, so I'm only going to focus on a few parts.

Warning for TV spoilers and an image of a decapitated head.

Before watching this episode I made a post stating the following:

also also. i feel like the point about bharadwaj being attacked at the beginning of the show where it has to be asserted that “it wasn’t a monster, its just an animal doing what animals do” is interesting as well… hm I see so its more difficult for the team to maintain objectivity and/or sympathy when they feel directly threatened or fearful. i wonder what parallels could be drawn from that!

Indeed, this episode acknowledges the immediate aftermath of the team seeing Murderbot, well, murder. It's one thing to know a SecUnit can kill versus seeing (and feeling, in the case of those getting sprayed with blood) a SecUnit kill. And like I point out in that post, they are now struggling to maintain their objectivity and sympathy. Where once, humanity (and I use this word purposefully) was easy to grant Murderbot, it is now creating a new set of problems for the characters... now they're forced to ask: why would a person (meaning human) do this? why would a person (human) not understand the gravity of this? (how much of a person is it really?)

The issue with that line of thinking is that they haven't managed to separate human from person. Because Murderbot is not a human, it is a construct. It see itself as a construct, it likes having its armor on, it likes having guns in its arms, it likes being strong and it doesn't like a lot of things it deems as "human" things. It's the team that wants to see Murderbot as a human rather than a person, and Murderbot can't be a human, not even if the crew repeats it over and over again.

Murderbot, obviously, is mostly frustrated that the team doesn't understand that violence is necessary here. It points out that Dr. Mensah was willing to kill a SecUnit, that's basically the same thing. Dr. Mensah... acquiesces but I wonder if she's truly grappled with the personhood of constructs. I say this, because, similarly to the previous episode ending on Leebeebee's decapitation, this episode ends on the decapitation of a SecUnit.

The difference being that Leebeebee's body was looked upon with horror and ongoing grief, but the SecUnit is looked upon as an eliminated threat. Or rather, it's barely even glanced at!

Whereas Leebeebee has remained a constant horror, that they've been replaying through their minds, delaying their own escape/safety as they think about her death and frustrating Murderbot when it just wants them to move onto the next self-preserving move, the SecUnit's death is forgettable.

When a human dies, they struggle to prioritize their immediate safety, because how could they? But when a SecUnit dies and, say, one of their crew faints, they are immediately prepared to prioritize his immediate safety.

For Murderbot, there is no difference between the death of a dangerous human or a dangerous construct. But for the humans, they have not yet grappled with this difference.

So they ascribe personhood to Murderbot, but they are not truly prepared for what it means to consider Murderbot, and associated constructs, a person. And Murderbot may be forced to wade through the consequences of this.

I also want to note this moment:

She's accusing Murderbot of not caring about the team, but, functionally, is enforcing the idea that humans are the priority (to be mourned, to be saved, to be sympathized with) and that Murderbot is solidly the outlier.

Because, look, we (meaning Preservation Alliance and accidentally implying humans) take care of each other! And you, Murderbot?

You kill people, including your own (meaning humans you should care about and accidentally implying constructs you're the same as).

What an amazing episode to show that the crew is not yet prepared to understand Murderbot! And Murderbot, despite how it will probably feel justified in thinking these humans are irrational, continues to deeply crave a chance to have... something. I'm sure it hasn't figured it out, yet. There's a reason why it showed its face when Mensah insisted. It didn't have to, but it chose to.

And to top this off, I'd like to acknowledge this bit I wrote yesterday:

i feel like the point about bharadwaj being attacked at the beginning of the show where it has to be asserted that “it wasn’t a monster, its just an animal doing what animals do” is interesting as well...

The animals make another appearance as well! Look at me, making well-timed observations. And this episode, the animals do what animals do. They fulfill their instincts and mate and lay eggs. And then, they protect their eggs from those that have harmed them, through what they've determined is the easiest route to safety, by killing and eliminating the threat.

Sounds familiar...

[desmond69miles]

okay so… devil may cry….

dmc boys being overstimulated by a sex toy (vibe? fleshlight? surprise me :D)

this is what I’m SAYING.

2/23/25: I don't remember when I posted this, but it's been a hot minute so I reread this. I fixed some grammar + rewrote/added some bits! I haven't written sex in a long time so I didn't touch a lot of the actual smut... Sorry

Tags: Use of sex toys (vibe (Vergil)/fleshlight (Dante)), light overstimulation, 69 (Dante), heavy praise, sub dmc men, I don't think I wrote this with a specific game in mind for Dante so pick your favorite version of him

[-: He'd be open to most sex toys, including toys that go up you or him. Dante is the type of person to try most things at least once, even if it's not particularly to his liking. Of course, he expects kinks to be a two-way road, so Dante would like if you tried things he liked.

Dante

[-: Dante loves having sex toys used on him. He'd be open to the conversation that talks about sex toys and is very willing to be your test bunny. He could possibly be a little too willing, wanting to immediately go to sex without the discussion of safe words and boundaries.

(Which is one of the few things Dante is infinitatly grateful that you made him talk about. Devil triggers are, to your word, great in sex, but not when it comes as a surprise due to overstimulation.)

Hips positioned above his face, one of your hands rested on his thigh while the other held a dark red stroker tight around his cock. Dante's tongue flicked around your hole and his hands were tight against your hips, keeping you flush to his mouth. Occasionally you stuttered when he hit a good spot, head hanging low as your hand loosened around the stroker.

"Fuck, baby, don't stop." He'd say as you quickly jerked him off, slowing down sometimes around his tip. He wasn't quiet and you knew it was pointless to get him to try to be quiet, so you could only hope the neighbors had a good pair of headphones. Dante's hips chased after your hand when you pulled off just as he was about to cum, a high and whiny whimper coming from your boyfriend.

"C'mon! I was so close." You giggled at his whining and pushed the stroker back onto his leaking cock. Pumping once, twice slowly just to give Dante a thought of a slow orgasm, only to speed up quickly. Dante's head fell back against the pillows as he groaned and whined, hips roughly snapping to meet your hand. It came on so quickly neither of you really noticed, Dante's cum painting his and your stomach.

A low "Fuck.." was drawn slow out of Dante. You both laid in bliss for a little while before he roughly grabbed your hips and pushed you off of him, reversing the positions so now Dante hovered over you, pressing a wet kiss to your lips. "My turn now, babe."

[-: No relation to the things above, but Dante would be the most open to pegging.

Vergil

[-: Vergil's not as open as Dante would be. Actually, he wouldn't be open, like at all. Besides flings in his youth (that resulted in Nero and hopefully no other kids), Vergil wasn't the type for routine sex and romantic relationships.

[-: On the VERY rare occasion that Vergil would get into an actual, serious romantic relationship aka the first one he's ever had, it would take a lot more convincing for his consent to let you use a toy on him, like thorough begging. To Vergil, sex is something that's meant to happen between two people, not between two people and an object.

Your hand is tight around the base of his cock, a small yet powerful bullet vibe pressed harsh against the underside of his tip. His thighs tensed, mind fighting off the urge to bend his knees to stave off the upcoming orgasm. His hands were gripping the sheet below him tightly, wrinkling the grey sheets. His hips gently jerked up, head tilted way back into the sheets. 'He's gonna bite his lip off if he keeps biting down like that,' you thought. 'Cute, though.'

[-: If you let Vergil use a vibrator on you, he'd be a lot more willing to let you use it on him.

[-: When he does allow you to use them on him, he's all quiet whimpers and groans. His fists are tightly balled up in the sheets, hips subconsciously pumping up into your hand.

You knew Vergil's boundaries like your own, and you knew that if you tried to push him to the point of begging, he'd tap out. So, your hand let go of his cock and the other pushed the vibe so his cock was flush against his lower tummy. Your free hand ran across his thigh, running up towards his hips, trailing up to his chest. You gently raked your nails across his muscles and watched his tummy flex.

<3

"I-I'm going to cum." Vergil says so matter-of-factly, still so in character. "Go ahead, you deserve it. You've been such a good boy for me." You watched his face flex at your praise and you knew at the moment he wanted to shoot back but couldn't as his dick twitched, cum shooting and pooling where his tip was pressed into his stomach. "Good boy. Do you want another one?" You asked sweetly, Vergil's body going limp as he relishes in the waves of a powerful orgasm. Your husband let out a weak breath and a low 'no.' You hummed in response and shut off the vibrator that had been forgotten about. "I'll go get a towel and some water, alright? We can also take a bath if you want." You slid off the bed and put the vibe to the side, leaning over Vergil's head. Your still-lubed fingers brushed a strand of free hair off of his head and your lips gave a warm kiss to his forehead, cheek, and then a chaste one on his lips.

[inmyloveworld]

through the storm (jake "hangman" seresin x reader

word count: ~0.7k

synposis: hangman's partner has gone mia, and he's prepared to tally whatever's weighing them down.

warnings: vague allusions to depression?

a/n: this is very barely proofread or edited. i haven't had any writing inspo and lost the singular request i got months ago, but i've also been going THROUGH IT. so this is yet another result of my self-indulgence (where hangman is taking the reins!) enjoy :D

Grey skies weren't common in California. The bright sunlight always broke between the clouds cresting overhead. Today, though, the thicket of white above turned the world monochromatic. Jake sighed as he drove, knowing it would only hinder his efforts.

He pulled into the quaint cul-de-sac and parked. One hand swept up the few bags cluttering the passenger seat floor while the other fumbled for his keys and phone. A last ditch effort was made to check his notifications, another soft sigh leaving him as only your picture filled the screen.

Jake swiftly exited his truck. His feet felt light as air trailing the way to your front door. The key you'd given him lifted to unlock it, and was promptly tossed onto the small console table.

"Babe?" he tried calling. The warm timbre of his voice rumbled down the hallway. It muffled against your shut bedroom door, not creaked open as it normally was.

The aviator stopped off in the kitchen to settle the bags and refrigerate the few items that needed it. His heavy footsteps groaned into the hardwood floors, continuing to alert you of his presence. You did nothing to warn him of your own. Jake's frown grew in further realization.

He lifted a wavering hand to the doorknob. Privacy was a value of yours, he knew; part of the reason you had insisted to keep your own place until your rental agreement was to expire. But he also knew when that same valued privacy was a cover for your hyper-independence.

Jake settled on one last warning call, a soft rapping of his knuckles against the wood. "Babe, I'm coming in now."

A thought froze him: he had no idea what he was walking into. He had seen his partner in all kinds of vocal states, overexcitement and fury and even deep despair. The sudden quiet terrified him. How could he soothe a numbness, a void?

He would have to learn on the fly, as it was. No way in hell was he going to let you down now.

Another breath and Jake crossed the threshold of your room. Fern eyes flitted over the dark space to observe its state. The curtains were drawn closed, blocking out the little amount of light the clouds permitted. Everything was in its right place and tidied away, as if you'd spent hours decluttering to try and do the same with your mind.

The only thing in disarray was your queen bed, where you laid in a comforter strewn lump in the center of the mattress. Your breaths were silent, yet rose the bedding up enough to settle the worst of Jake's fears. He shut the door behind him as to not shock you any more than he intended to. Every step he took toward you was careful, still uncertain whether you were aware of him.

Sinking down onto the bed was a gamble Jake took hesitantly. Your face was still hidden beneath the blue fabric, your hair fanning out in messy strands. "Darlin'?" His voice was barely above a hum, but it was enough. You slowly peeked your eyes above the comforter to meet his. Jake greeted you with an award-winning smile, one that always turned your insides to putty. "I've been looking all over for you, darlin'. Really know how to run your cowboy ragged."

Tears lined your eyes at his words, guilt flooding you. "I'm sorry," you croaked. Jake's face immediately fell.

He leaned down to lay at your side, facing you and reaching up to cup your cheeks. "No, no, baby; don't you apologize, okay?" It ached his heart to see you feeling so small. Your vibrancy changed the colors of his life for the better. At present, they were all muddled and shirked away from your own view. Even if Jake couldn't bring those hues back to you himself, he would do everything he could for you while you awaited their return.

Jake thumbed away the few tears that started to roll down your cheeks. "C'mere," he cooed with an arm outstretched. You shuffled towards him in your mess of blankets for him to slide beneath. One arm snaked around your torso, drowning in one of his old tees, while the other cradled your head to his chest.

"There we are," he hummed as your bodies settled into one another. Jake pressed a kiss to your forehead as he felt the damp spots soak into his shirt. "I've got ya now, darlin'. I'll always hold you through the storms." After all, they were much easier to weather together than alone.

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