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five-bi-five-mind · 1 year

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"I think... I'm in love with (Name)" || "Congrats on being the last one to find out" jj is talking to kate who says that^^^. (Meaning jj thinks she may be in love with reader.)

Deal With It

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: JJ x Fem!Reader

Genre: smut & fluff

Words: 4.1k+

Summary: JJ sees you flirting with someone else and she makes a plan. Little did she know you had one yourself.

Warnings: Jealous JJ, top!JJ, bottom!reader, oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), lots of overstimulation, kind of rough sex, semi-public spicy moment…

A/N: a little late but happy pride 🌈 here’s a lil something to celebrate. Also slightly different than what the prompt called for but… I think y’all will like it either way.

“You’re holding onto that drink tight, huh?” Kate came up behind JJ. “Afraid it’ll disappear?” JJ looked down at the drink in her hand, noticing her knuckles had turned white from her grip. She just couldn’t help it. It was either that or she would toss what’s left of it into someone’s face. And she had a specific target in mind.

“Is it because of that over there?” Kate nodded her head to the scene in front of JJ. There you were, chatting up some random man, totally oblivious to the fuming blonde in the other corner of the bar. You smiled at him in the same way you smiled at JJ. Shy, but sweet. She wanted that smile to only be for her. It drove her crazy that it so clearly wasn’t.

“I think I’m in love with (Y/N).” JJ heard the words before she even realized what was coming out of her mouth. Damn how many drinks has she had? Not enough to just blurt out life altering realizations. She wasn’t drunk, barely tipsy even. No, she was just blindly jealous of the way you laughed at whatever weak joke the man was making. JJ seethed at the way he put his hand on your arm for a moment, lingering way too long for her liking. Her heart ached at the way you didn’t recoil, it didn’t even seem to phase you. When she did it to you, it was like a little endearing game she had. She would touch your arm, watch you smile at her with just a hint of a blush. She could swear she saw the same twinkle in your eye that she was sure she also got when looking at you. Maybe she just read into things too much. Although, she hadn’t seen the telltale blush you got from her when he stepped closer. The adorable smile might be there, and maybe it was the few drinks or her jealousy talking, but she thought your smile didn’t quite meet your eyes. Hopefully.

“Congratulations,” Kate chuckled, breaking JJ from her intense glaring. “You’re officially the last to know.”

“I have to deal with this,” JJ grumbled as her eyes moved back to where you stood. Whatever comment Kate might have had on her big realization could wait. That man was getting too bold and JJ had bigger fish to fry. He was closing in on you, he was two seconds from making his move and she knew it.

If JJ’s grip on her drink tightened anymore, the glass would shatter in her hands. She slammed the drink on the table next to her, a bit too loudly, but she didn’t care. Her eyes narrowed at the man who was absolutely oblivious to her newfound hatred of him. “I’ll be right back,” JJ said without even taking her eyes off the two of you for a second. She heard Kate sigh an exaggerated “finally” as she stepped away.

JJ didn’t know what her next move was going to be as she stormed towards you. She was angry, she was jealous, she was going to be irrational. You had no reason to even know why JJ would be in such a sour mood, at least not in her mind. As far as JJ knew you were oblivious to her feelings for you. However, Kate’s words did help. If JJ was really the last to know, does that mean you did too? JJ didn’t have answers to that, she didn’t have time to even question Kate’s choice of words. Right now, her emotions were overflowing as her worst nightmare played out before her eyes. She thought she had time to play the long game, waiting for you to come to her with feelings she had hoped you’d develop. But here this random man was, swooping in on the thing she wanted most. JJ couldn’t have that. She wouldn’t.

“Excuse me.” JJ practically shoved the man as she got face to face with you. He didn’t even have time to say a single word before JJ had your hand in hers and was tugging you away. “Come with me for a second,” she said as she practically dragged you through the bar to the bathroom.

You honestly were a little bit shocked, but not completely. The satisfied grin on your face was definitely noticed by Kate as she stayed in the corner of the bar and watched the scene unfold. You knew what you were doing tonight. Everyone else knew what you were doing tonight. JJ was the only one who was totally blind to your little scheme.

If you were being honest, maybe you pushed it a little too far. That man genuinely thought you were interested in him, but all you wanted was to make JJ jealous so she would finally act. It just took a little more pushing than you expected. She could be so infuriatingly stubborn sometimes, but when you watched from the corner of your eye as she practically stomped over to you in a jealous rage, you knew you succeeded with your little plan.

JJ on the other hand had no plan. Take you away from the man hitting on you was as far as she got. So far that part is done. Now what? If she dragged you away she could talk to you, but what would she say? She was two steps away from the bathroom and then she’d have to come up with some sort of explanation. If she was honest and pinned it on jealousy, would you understand? It wasn’t like you were her girlfriend, she had no reason to be so angry.

But then there you two were. She had burst into the bathroom to find it totally empty. She didn’t know if that was a blessing or a curse. Her grip on your hand slipped as she tried to calm down. She took a few deep breaths, practically winded from how fast she pulled you to the bathroom with her. You looked at her expectantly. JJ noticed you didn’t look mad, at least that was a relief. You just stood there, head tilted to the side, a curious smile tugging on your lips that you were trying so hard to hide. She was really struggling with what to do next, what to say, and you found it a little cute. It wasn’t often when you saw Jennifer Jareau at a loss for words and unsure of what to do next. Maybe you should give her another push?

“JJ, what’s up?” She was silent. Honestly, she looked at you like a deer caught in the headlights. “You interrupted a conversation, you know? If you don’t have anything to say then I’ll go return to-”

And then JJ finally responded, but not with words or honestly much thought even. JJ practically lunged for you in a split second decision to keep you from going back to that guy. Her lips connected with yours in an instance and the power behind her kiss had you stumbling back until the small of your back hit the counter. Her hands immediately flew to tangle in your hair as her lips pressed harder to yours for a moment.

Honestly, the moment this idea popped into her head, JJ ran with it. Did she think it out? Absolutely not. If words aren't working then she just thought she would deal with this by using her lips. So she did. Was it a great plan? No. Was it working? To her utter surprise and relief, yes it really was. You were kissing her back. Your arms went to wrap around her neck and when she kissed you even deeper, your lips parted eagerly.

JJ was absolutely floored. When she felt your tongue trace the bottom of hers, her hands fell from your hair to pull on the belt loops of your jeans and press your body closer to her own. This was intoxicating, the feeling of kissing you. JJ didn’t want to stop, she didn’t know if she honestly could stop. If just kissing you was this good, she couldn’t begin to imagine how amazing it would feel to go even further.

But after a while of just kissing you, you both had to come up for air. JJ also thought maybe some words were necessary after she just dragged you away like that.

“Woah,” you whispered when she pulled back.

“Yeah woah,” JJ echoed breathlessly.

“I have been waiting for you to do that for forever,” you chuckled before leaning forward to press a brief kiss to JJ’s lips.

JJ chased your lips when you started to pull back, pressing her own more firmly to yours again. She was absolutely lost in your touch and how close she finally had you and she wasn’t ready to let there be space between you two yet. “Then why didn’t you do it yourself?” JJ mumbled against your lips.

“Hm,” you hummed against her lips, “maybe because I like seeing you a little jealous.” Or maybe it was because the team had some bets on how long it would take and you didn’t want any of them to win… but what you said wasn’t a lie either. You just didn’t want to admit to that part. Sometimes you’d catch JJ getting jealous if you were a little too close to other members of the team. That look she got was fun to see if you were being honest. Plus, you were getting impatient too. So, this plan you had really worked in your favor.

Before JJ could really reply to that you pressed your lips fully against hers again, pulling her body closer by the hold you still had on her. JJ gladly let you, her hands that were once resting on your waist, gripping a little tighter now. When she felt your tongue swipe against her lips, hers immediately peaked out to meet yours and the feeling had both of you groan into the kiss. You had wanted JJ for so long and JJ had wanted you for probably quite a bit longer. Both of you were impatient. That’s why you made your plan, that’s why she acted so rashly.

When JJ’s lips moved from your own and connected with your neck, you were already squirming where you stood. Who knew her lips could feel so damn good? Who knew you could want someone so bad you were two seconds away from begging? Meanwhile, JJ hands had a mind of their own, one of them moving to the front of your pants and popping open the button before sliding right in. Her lips were currently attached to where your shoulder met your neck, no doubt leaving a mark behind. Your teeth were sinking into your own bottom lip to keep from moaning the minute you felt JJ’s finger tips graze your clit over the thin cloth of your underwear.

A pathetic whine left your lips as she pressed down and you felt the friction of her touch through the fabric. Her fingers pressed more firmly but your hand flew to her wrist, effectively stopping her. It wasn’t that you didn’t want this. God, you really did. But you didn’t want it here. In a bar bathroom, where anyone could barge in.

“JJ, let’s- let’s get out of here.” Your voice was shaky, but still filled with need. “Take me to your place.”

JJ’s hand slipped out from inside your pants. Wiith a nod she pulled away, gently taking your hand in hers. Kate didn’t miss the way you both left that bar, hand in hand.

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Your back immediately hit the bed the second you stepped into JJ’s bedroom. You didn’t even get one second to take it all in, to finally appreciate that you were in her room, about to be with the girl you’ve been waiting for. No, instead the instant your back hit the mattress, JJ was tugging at your pants, fighting to pull them off. When she did finally manage to peel them off your body, her hands flew to her own, unbuttoning them and kicking them off with a determination you don’t think you’ve even seen from her when she was on a case. But fuck was it hot.

JJ was ready to have you. Any longer and she felt like she was going to combust. The ride home was already hard enough. She ordered an uber since you both had had a couple drinks, but still not enough to compromise your decision making. However, she didn’t know if it was the moment you shared in the bathroom or the few drinks she did have that made her self control almost nonexistent. It was entirely way too hard to keep her hands off you in that car. Especially when you kept looking over at her, your lip between your teeth and a slight blush on your cheeks. It was adorable and all too tempting at the same time.

The moment she had you on her bed, it was like her brain short circuited and any thoughts of holding back went right out the window. She was ready to dive in. When you were finally naked on her bed, having helped her get your own shirt and bra off, she fully stripped too before climbing onto the bed. The only thing she did slowly was pull your panties down your legs, placing kisses on your thighs as she went. Then finally, you were completely naked on her bed and she thought this day would never come.

Without much hesitation, she placed her hands under your knees and pushed your legs apart so you were spread open in front of her as she knelt on the mattress before you. You were absolutely captivated by the hungry look in her eye, letting her do just about anything she wanted to you without a second thought. Should you have felt a little shy about being so open and vulnerable beneath her? Maybe, but you had wanted this just as badly as she did and if she didn’t touch you soon, you were about ready to beg. Lucky for you, it was like JJ read your mind at that moment.

Without much warning, with her hold on your legs, JJ pulled them over her shoulders and leaned down, angling you in just the right way for her to dive in. And dive in she did. You both moaned the minute you felt her tongue on you. Her from the taste, and you from the feeling of her tongue taking a long, deep lick between your folds. She repeated that action again and again and you felt the muscles in your abdomen tense with each time the tip of her tongue ran over your clit. It was almost too much already and you did feel slightly embarrassed by the sounds that were coming out of you. But then she took your clit into her mouth and began to suck. The speed in which your hand flew to your mouth was shocking. Your teeth san into your knuckles to keep from crying out. JJ didn’t even seem to notice, she just kept going, absolutely lost in the taste of you. She could do this for hours, she thought. Not only did you taste amazing, but the way you were squirming in her hold and letting out so many tiny, tantalizing moans. JJ wasn’t drunk from the very few drinks she had tonight. No, she was drunk off of you.

Her lips left your clit with a quiet pop and her tongue went back to exploring your folds. Your hand dropped from your mouth and you took deep breaths, your legs beginning to tremble around JJ’s head. You could swear JJ was teasing you at this point, given the fact that the way she was using her tongue to play with your clit had you approaching that edge, only for her to stop and go back to drinking in your pussy the way she currently was. But then, you felt JJ’s tongue go lower, tracing your entrance for a second before sliding in and the gasp that left your lips echoed through the room. She lapped at you like that, her tongue dipping in and out slowly, but in a way that had your whole body shaking now. Then her tongue left you again and moved back to your clit.

The way she paid attention to your clit before was nothing compared to now. Her tongue was circling your clit in a way that had you whining and gripping at her sheets. It only took a few more seconds before you were cumming all over her mouth with a pathetic moan falling from your lips. JJ didn’t even waste time from that, letting go of her hold on your legs, crawling up your body in a way that had you both feeling each other’s bare skin against one another. Her lips connected with yours in a heated kiss that was all tongue and teeth. You were still breathless, panting against her lips as you tried to keep up. JJ on the other hand was not done with you. You would’ve thought that she would slow down after making you cum once but then you felt her hand slink down between your bare bodies until it reached between your legs. Without any sort of warning, suddenly, you felt two of her fingers slip inside you with ease.

Gasping against her lips, your hands moved from the sheets to fly to her shoulders. Nails digging into her skin, it only spurred on her actions more as she started pumping into you at a steady pace. Your hips moved with her own, and having still not recovered from your first orgasm, you were already extra sensitive and approaching another quicker than either of you wanted.

JJ’s fingers curled inside you at the same time as her teeth sunk down slightly and tugged on your lip. You knew at this point that your nails were definitely leaving marks in her skin. She didn’t seem to care or even notice though, letting go of your lip to move her lips down your neck, teeth grazing against your skin. Your head fell back onto the pillow as one of her hands moved back down your body to take your leg and hook it over her hip, allowing her to push her fingers inside you even deeper. It took two more pumps of her fingers before you were coming all over them with a cry of her name. However, JJ didn’t stop there. She still wasn’t done with you, absolutely lost in the way you felt and sounded. She wanted to keep making you cum for her over and over again and that’s what she was going to try to do.

Without even slowing down, she kept pumping her fingers into you. Your whole body was trembling and you were lucky you had enough control and thought to release her shoulders and move one hand to the sheets to grip them even harder. The other one moved to tangle in her hair, your hold tight. She pressed her forehead to yours as she kept fucking into you, whispering praises and filthy things you never thought you’d hear from her as she continued. The hand that held your leg over her waist was gripping tightly and her fingers picked up the pace even more, again hitting that spot that had you easily approach that edge. With each pump of her fingers, JJ’s eyes were locked on your every reaction. You were too seconds from coming and with another particularly hard thrust of her fingers, you fell apart again. But she didn’t stop there, she only slowed for just a moment until suddenly you felt her add a third finger with ease.

“Jesus fuck!” You cried once you felt the stretch of her fingers inside you, pumping even faster somehow as you tightened around her yet again.

“God, you feel so good,” JJ said in a gravelly voice. “I love the way you cum for me. Love the way you feel. Fuck, baby, moan for me just like that.” JJ was half aware of what she was saying, having completely given into the feeling of having you literally wrapped around her fingers. With each time you came for her, she was getting more lost. There was no longer a filter, no longer control. She was indulging in everything she was holding back before and she wasn’t ready to stop yet.

The burn of the way her fingers stretched your pussy lasted only a brief moment before the increased pleasure hit you even harder. Your eyes were rolled back and it felt like every muscle was tensed in your body when she finally dragged out a surprising third orgasm for you. You thought surely this would be the last time, she had to be losing some of her stamina, but when her fingers didn’t slow you were suddenly very aware of your every nerve.

“JJ I- fuck… I can’t,” you pleaded. It wasn’t that it didn’t feel good. God, even if you were feeling spent it still felt so fucking good. But your body was wearing out and the way your legs were trembling around her told you that you would be incredibly sore the next time you tried to walk.

“One more,” JJ begged. “Give me one more. You can do it, baby.” And the way her voice sounded so desperate absolutely broke you. You nodded your head and JJ moved to bury hers in your shoulder, her teeth sinking into your skin, any thought of trying to hide the marks she was leaving were non-existent. Her fingers pounded into you and at this point you could feel your own cum dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets as she kept going. Any attempt to muffle the way you were moaning and whining for her had completely failed at this point. The room was filled with your cries as her three fingers curved inside you and constantly hit just the right spot that had your whole body shuddering. Again, you were quickly approaching that edge and with how worked up your body was at this point there was no stopping yourself from cumming again. With the way JJ was fucking you now, she was putting full force into it. You could imagine your thighs might have bruises in the morning. With every thrust of her fingers inside you, she put more power into it with the movement of her hips. You were trying your hardest to match her pace, but at this point you were too fucked out to even slightly follow up, But with each time her three fingers fucked into you deeper, you cried out her name and it only took a matter of moments before you were cumming yet again all over her hand.

Your body finally relaxed when JJ slowed her pace. Your back hit the mattress after it arched from the final mindblowing orgasm she gave you. Your chest was heaving as you laid beneath JJ. She held herself up for a moment, taking in your current state. You looked so beautiful this way, JJ thought. Your body still trembling from how good she was making you feel, cum dripping from your thighs down onto her sheets, your face flushed from the intensity of orgasm after orgasm that she was able to pull from you. In time, she thought, she’d get you used to lasting even longer. JJ already decided she was absolutely addicted to the way it felt when she made you cum. She knew she was going to need more than a few long nights of doing just that in the future.

Finally, gently JJ laid herself on top of you. You hummed at the feeling of both your bodies pressed together. It was strangely comforting to feel her body wait on top of yours. She placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and then each of your cheeks before pressing her own forehead to yours again. This time a small smile tugged on her lips, one hand reached to your face. Her fingers trailed your cheek for a moment and neither of you needed to say anything to know how the other was feeling.

But finally, JJ broke the silence, the high of having you the way that she did, fading into a comfortable feeling of warmth. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” JJ whispered as her finger tips continued to trace across your cheek.

You placed a gentle kiss to the tip of JJ’s fingers when they went to trace your lips. “You have no idea how long I’ve had to deal with waiting for you.” JJ chuckled at that before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Who knew all it would take to deal with her feelings for you was a poorly made plan to deal with her jealousy on her part, and a well made plan to make her jealous on yours.

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fullmoonandstar · 7 months

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Raphael going to a noble party of some kind, disguised as a human, in order to find and schmooze with current and potential clients. While engaging with one such individual who seems particularly taken with him, from across the room he spots Tav, for once not dressed in adventurer's gear but decorated with finery. The Hero of Baldur's Gate is so radiant that, at a glance, one could be forgiven for mistaking the mortal as an angel in disguise. However, like the cambion, Tav also has noble-born partygoers vying for the adventurer's attention, asking (and more often than not being granted) a dance with the hero, and perhaps gossip of nobles approaching the hero with dowry proposals and attempts at wooing this illustrious guest begin to reach the fiend's ears.

*Drops this and runs away*

Evening among Wolves

Raphael x afab!Reader Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3 Rating: R Word count: 2.4 k CW: 2nd person pov, vaginal sex, desk sex, mentions of drinking

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The dress pinched in all the wrong places, and you shifted your weight with a stiff smile plastered on your face. How did noble women survive a whole evening in these shoes? They forced your toes into an unnatural position, and the pain was slowly giving way to numbness. The young man across from you blatantly stared at every centimetre of exposed skin, and you looked away, a ball of emotion forming in your gut. There were only three things that were good about now, the elegant way your hair was pinned up, the smell of the perfume you had put on and the drink in your hand.

The woman next to you was only marginally at hiding her stares than the other son of a noble across from you. You had been swarmed the moment word had spread that the hero of Baldur’s Gate had arrived, and you have been stuck in conversations for what felt like an eternity. Any battlefield would be preferable to this pit of vipers. This may look like a party, but in reality this was a minefield, and you had to survive until the end of the night without being stuck in an arranged marriage or having started an all out war between the factions of nobility. Both of which were very real possibilities.

A shadow passed in the periphery of your vision and a warm hand hovered over your exposed back so close you could feel the warmth but not touching. A velvety voice purred in your ear: "Good to see you again, little mouse."

Your head snapped in his direction, and your eyes confirmed your ears. Raphael hovered over your shoulder, and he flashed a smile at you before turning to the irritated nobles.

"I hope you don’t mind, dearest lords and ladies, but we have some urgent business to attend to."

The nobles in the circle grumbled, and all eyes were on you. What was he doing? You looked up into the devil’s handsome face, one eyebrow raised with the same question as everyone else. This was a way out. These nobles were irrational in their whims, at least with Raphael you knew what you had to expect.

"Yes, of course," you smiled stiffly. Raphael gestured to the left and you followed. He left the ballroom into the hallway where the crowd was noticeably thinner, and you took a deep breath. The atmosphere in there had been suffocating you.

You followed Raphael around a corner and up some stairs.

"I don’t think we’re supposed to be here." you warned.

"Since when has that stopped you?" he shot back but smirked.

"Fair enough."

He stopped in front of a door, and you heard a click before Raphael pushed the door open. It looked like a library, but Raphael didn’t stop in the room but opened the door to the balcony. The lights of Baldur’s Gate lay beneath, and the sound of the party downstairs wafted up. You just had to smile at the view over your home. The citizens had worked hard to rebuild in the past year, and soon the city would be back to former glory.

You glanced to the side where Raphael was leaning on the baluster looking out over the city. The black clothes were embroidered with gold and red, and he looked the more like nobility than all the people downstairs. You had never told anyone about the way your stomach twists when you look at his face, they would call you mad and they would be right. Raphael was in the business of charming people out of their souls, and given the status he had risen to despite being half mortal, he was exceptionally good at it.

"If you stare at me any longer, you might burn a hole in my face." he taunts softly.

Your face instantly burned with embarrassment, and you focus on the city again.

"Do you know why I’m so effective at what I do, pet?" he asked.

Because you bamboozle people with your charm? You thought, but out loud you said: "You talk a lot."

A soft laugh tickled your ear and you stiffened. Your whole body tingled with how close he was to you, and you felt stupid for the warmth that spread between your legs.

"I know exactly what everyone wants."

His fingers ghost over the exposed skin of your arms, and you hold your breath, waiting for his skin to make contact. It never comes. Raphael takes a step back and motions for you to follow.

The balcony leads to other rooms on this floor, and Raphael opens the door to one of them. A huge desk dominates the room and the high-backed chair rounded out the ensemble.

"Fielding's office." You breathed. "What are we doing here?"

Raphael stepped closer to the monstrosity of a desk and turned to you. In the faint light that fell in through the windows you could only make out his sharp ever so slightly lighter than the darkness behind him.

"I told you, little mouse, I know what you want."

You crossed your arms.

"And what’s that?"

"Let me paint you a picture." - you rolled your eyes, but Raphael continues -"Lord Fielding, one of the most influential people in Baldur’s Gate since Baldurean himself. He swayed the election of Gortash to become Archduke, he orchestrated the embargo 5 years ago that cost countless lives in and around the city. He does his best to keep the weak where they are, poor and dying, and widens the gap between them and his elite."

"Isn’t that right up your lane?"

A chuckle reached your ear.

"This is not about me." he said. "You hate him."

You didn’t argue with that.

"You want to get back at Lord Fielding, but doing anything drastic could make you plenty of enemies and plunge the city into chaos for the next decades."

"The evil you know," you said.

"Yes."

"So, what is your suggestion?" you ask.

"You can’t move against him, but that doesn’t stop you from doing something disrespectful." You could hear the smirk in his voice, even if you could not see it.

"And what has that to do with you?"

"I’m going to participate."

With a step, he entered your personal space, the smell of his perfume, sweet and spicy, tickled more than just your nose. You wished you could blame the drinks for the wetness that pooled in your underwear, but alas you could not. His fingertips ghosted over your cheek and leaving a trail of heat.

"What do you say?" he asked.

You didn’t understand what he was saying, you were too focused on the feeling of his hot skin against yours. Blood was rushing in your ears and your heart hammered in your chest as if you were an adolescent again. You swallowed heavy.

"What kind of disrespectful thing do you mean?"

His face was close enough that you could see his eyebrow creep up his forehead. Raphael pushed the chair to the side. His hand gently held on to your hip, and you followed as he manoeuvred you to stand between him and the desk. You yelped and grabbed the fabric at his chest as he lifted you up onto the free space on the desk and his hips touched your knees, but Raphael didn’t force himself between your legs. His hands rested on the sides of your thighs. Your heart beat in your throat and a warm wave rolled over you.

"I see." you said. His thumbs gently rubbed over the fabric that still covered your legs and waited for your answer. Fucking on Fielding’s desk was indeed disrespectful, but doing it with Raphael?

Every nerve in your body tingled with awareness, the heat from his skin sank into yours and boiled your blood with a need you only ever allowed yourself to feel at night when you were alone. Something had to be deeply wrong with you that you were so attracted to him, but your mind had no part in the decision your body made. You crossed your hands behind his neck and pulled him in, crashing your lips together. For a heartbeat, Raphael was frozen in place and a flash of anxiety and disappointment rushed through you. In the next moment, his hips pushed between your knees, and you spread your legs for him. The half hard erection pressed against your clothed core, and you gasped, the perfect opportunity for Raphael to slid his tongue into your mouth. He explored your mouth, mapping it out as if he wanted to commit it to memory. Heat was rising in your veins, and you tangled the fingers of one hand in his soft hair while the other slid down. Ever since the first time you had seen him, you had wondered how his body would feel like. The lines on his face made him look like a middle-aged human, and you had expected him to be a bit soft, but the chest under your palm was firm muscles.

A sharp pain in your lower lip drew a yelp out of your throat. Raphael had nipped at your lip while pulling back.

"You’re quite handsy, little mouse."

He took half a step back, and you managed not to whine in disappointment.

"I’m not leaving." The taunting tone could not cover up the reassurance in his words.

In the dim light you could not see what he was doing, and you wished you could light a candle in here, but if anyone saw the flame flicker under the door, your time alone with the devil of your dreams would be cut short.

His hands were back on your thighs and his hips between your legs. Your hands landed on his chest, but this time hot skin met your palms. Your legs twitched in response, and Raphael smiled against your cheek before his mouth moved along your jaw, leaving a trail of hot kisses.

His hips pressed into you and wrapped your legs around his waist.

"Someone’s eager."

His breath fanned over your pulse point and a shudder shook your body.

"Yes," you admitted, earning you a growl from Raphael. He pushed the skirt of your dress up your thighs, removing a barrier of fabric from between you two. His mouth moves along your collarbone, and for the first time that evening you were thankful for the low neckline. The biting and sucking only tightened the coil of your need, and you wanted nothing more than have him inside you. Your hands ran down the hard muscles of his body, reaching the ham of his trousers, and gingerly proceeded further. You held your breath as you traced the outline of him through the fabric, your mind spinning with the half moan, half growl that escaped his throat.

"I got the message." he pressed out between his teeth, his hip twitching into your palm once.

His hands found your underwear, you lifted your hips, and he pulled them down your legs. You hoped he didn’t just drop them on the floor for someone to find in the morning. He slid between your thighs again and your hands were on his trousers, ready to push them down. Raphael didn’t stop you.

His length was heavy and hot in your hands. The world shrank to the size of the space between you two, even the sounds of the party downstairs faded, and his rugged breaths were the only things you could hear. You could not think. The only thing you wanted was him inside of you, and it was within your power to make that a reality. You guided the tip to your entrance, and Raphael inhaled sharply.

His hand cupped your cheek, and he breathed: "Who knew you were so needy, pet?"

A flash of fear ran through you. What if he left you right now?

"I’m going to give you everything you want."

He pushed in with a single hard thrust, and you gasped at the sudden stretch. His hands grabbed your breasts and his hips set a slow, harsh rhythm. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and you pressed your lips shut, trying not to make too much noise. Raphael’s hands kneaded your breasts just right, and you whimpered after a well-placed thrust, then his hands were gone. The thrusts cease coming, and he moves something behind you.

"What -?"

He pushed your back to the desk, and his strong hands loosened your legs from around his waist. His mouth left a trail of hot kisses from your knees to your ankles before holding, resting your legs against his body. The position made his length inside you feel even more of a tight fit, and he resumed his thrusts. Your nails scratched against the wood of the table, unable to do anything else while his hips collided with yours again and again. The pleasure in your body was like a kindling ready to ignite.

"Please." you breathed, not sure for what you were pleading.

Raphael chuckled and it sparked anger in you. You pushed your upper body up from the desk and snarled: "Don’t you dare laugh."

He planted a kiss on your ankle and let your legs fall open, leaning in until you felt his hot breath on your face.

"Don’t worry, my little mouse, I won’t tell anyone, you begged me to fuck you into oblivion."

You could only guess that there was a smirk on his face, and you let out a disapproving huff. He must have felt how close you were to just shoving him off you and leaving because his fingers slipped between your bodies and his lips caught yours in a heated kiss. His fingers stroked your sensitive clit in time with the stroke of his tongue, and his thrusts changed to a delicious angle. You moaned into his mouth, so close to breaking.

"You feel downright sinful, my dear, quivering around me."

His low voice made all the hairs on your body stand on edge. Your fingers grasp for him and your nails dig into his biceps. Your whole body tensed, so close.

"So strong, so powerful," he cooed, every thrust, every stroke of his fingers could be the one.

"But right now, you are mine, little mortal."

His breath fanned over your heated skin.

"Let go for me." he said, and you shattered.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #raphael x reader #raphael x tav #raphael the cambion #raphael bg3

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lesbianpizza · 1 year

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LizzieCon

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Female Reader

Warnings: Daddy kink, dom/sub dynamic, marking, semi public, spit kink, cum strap, fingering, blowjob(R giving), choking, face slapping, spanking(once), brief nipple play, degradation, praise, breeding, allusion to pregnancy kink, pet names (kitten, sweetheart), let me know if I missed any

Word Count: 5075

Summary: You let your jealousy and possessiveness get the best of you at a convention but what happens when your girlfriend has other plans?

A/n: Lol I’ve been talking about uploading something for a long ass time but I’m finally doing it! This is my first time posting something I write so please be nice if it isn’t that good. This story was born when me and @olsenmyolsen saw Lizzie wearing those pants at Comic Con and basically lost our minds😅. They encouraged me to write and actually publish this so here I am!

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY

You weren’t sure why it happened. You were used to sharing your girlfriend with the world to a certain extent. She was a celebrity after all, so a certain amount of sharing was to be expected. But for some reason it really got to you today. You knew Lizzie would be busy all day at this convention but what you didn't anticipate was the flood of jealousy you would experience seeing her meet so many fans. Not just the way they hugged her and gushed over how much they loved her, but also the way she giggled and hugged them BACK. It was irrational and you knew that, but it didn’t stop that feeling of jealousy to slowly grow as the hours ticked by.

By now it was the second day and Lizzie was still in high spirits, meeting every single fan with a huge smile. You however were less than pleased. You had barely gotten to spend any time with your girlfriend aside from a few measly hours eating and getting ready for bed while strangers hogged all her time and energy. You still tried your best to be supportive and put on a smile because you knew how much she’s come to love events like these over the years and deep down you’d hate for that to change. But you’re no actor and have never been the best at hiding your true emotions, at least not from Lizzie.

She had noticed since yesterday how your mood got progressively worse throughout the day and could see you glaring daggers at every person who went to hug her. She would have said something if she didn’t find it extremely entertaining. And today she had a little plan to put you in your rightful place.

Lizzie was almost done with the first meet and greet of the day and you had just about had enough. It was right around the moment someone asked to take a picture of them proposing to her when you started to see red. If looks could kill, that person would have been obliterated from every timeline in the multiverse. From then on logic played no part in your actions.

The second Lizzie finished up with the last person you barely gave her a moment's notice before you marched up to her, grabbing her hand as you said “Come with me” with smoke practically coming out of your ears. You dragged her to an empty hallway in the back of the convention center to claim what was rightfully yours. You couldn’t see it but Lizzie had a devious smirk plastered on her face because she knew what was coming and she couldn’t wait for her plan to unfold.

As soon as the double doors leading to the hallway closed, you looked around to make sure you were truly alone.

Once you were certain no one else was there, you pushed her up against a wall and whispered a singular word with as much authority as you could muster before your lips met in a bruising kiss, “Mine”.

It was desperate and needy despite the fact that you were trying to show dominance in that moment. You grabbed both of her hands and pinned them above her head as you pulled away from the kiss.

“You’ve been ignoring me all day and I need attention” you said with a little pout, still doing your best to be dominant with her for once.

She looked back at you with an innocent smile. “Aw, is my baby not getting enough attention?” She was aware there was still a small gap between the two of you that had yet to be closed so you truly had no idea what was in store for you.

She leaned her head forward and stopped millimeters from your face. Your heart rate elevated as your breaths now mingled as one.

“Sweetheart, if you wanted my attention that badly, all you had to do was ask” she whispered with a growing smirk. Seeing her expression made you falter, which Lizzie took advantage of. She twisted you around and slammed you face first into the wall holding your hands behind you as if you weighed nothing. It was quick and unforgiving to the point where she knocked the wind out of you a little bit with the sheer force. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t stoke the growing fire within you.

She leaned in until she was pressing you against the wall with her whole body and that’s when you felt it. You weren’t sure how you hadn’t noticed before. Maybe it was because she got dressed in the bathroom today instead of the room like usual. Maybe it was because she chose to wear baggier pants today and you were a little busy glaring at every human being that came in contact with your girlfriend but now it was undeniable. She was packing. You tried your best to suppress a whimper at the feeling, failing to push your ass further into her strap. She leaned in so that her lips were just barely brushing against your right ear.

“That’s what I thought. You’ve been a bad girl today y/n. Don’t think I haven’t noticed your little attitude problem since yesterday. It was cute at first, but now Daddy has to remind you who the fuck is in charge here.” Her grip on your hands tightened significantly with that last sentence as if to further emphasize her point.

“Now, you have two options. You can either apologize and put that pretty mouth to good use, or I can walk away right now and leave y-“

“No please! I’ll do whatever you want just please don’t leave me here!” You whined.

The smack to your ass was swift, delivering an exhilarating sting just painful enough to make you realize your mistake.

“Interrupt me again and that’s exactly what will happen brat” Her tone was harsh which told you she meant every word.

“I’m sorry Daddy it won’t happen again I promise! I’ll do anything you want just please I need you!”

“Anything baby? Can’t say I hate the sound of that” She let go of your hands and spun you in place so that your back was now against the wall and took a step back.

“On your knees slut” She used both hands to push you to the ground until you landed on your knees with a thud. You’d definitely be feeling that later but that didn’t matter now. She unbuttoned her pants in one swift movement and reached down. You could barely contain yourself as she pulled out her cock and you saw which one it was. It had been a while since she used this one and never in a public setting. Sure you’d fooled around in a changing room or two before but never with a strap, much less this one. She looked down at you with a predatory gaze that made your insides quiver as she reached out to grab your hair in a vice grip tugging you slightly forward.

Your scalp stung but all you could focus on was the 7 inch cock right in front of your face. Her expression softened slightly as she tilted your head up.

“Tap my thigh three times if you need to stop, ok baby?”

“Yes Daddy” you said as you tried to nod despite the hold she had on your hair.

“Good Girl” And just like that any semblance of softness evaporated as her eyes darkened and her expression turned hard again.

“Now be a good little whore and suck”

You barely had time to open your mouth before she thrust forward making you gag instantly. Usually she would ease you into it, allowing your throat to adjust to the intrusion, but not today. She wasn’t going to take it easy on you. Her pace was brutal from the beginning. Thrusting her hips in and out of your mouth watching as your eyes began to tear up. She couldn’t help but take pride in how well you were taking her. She had trained you well. Despite the rough treatment, you were in heaven. You’d happily take anything she was willing to give which is why you just relaxed your throat and let her fuck your mouth relentlessly. Not that you could back away anyway since she still had you pinned against the wall.

The strap was at the perfect angle so it rubbed deliciously against her clit. That combined with the adorable little gagging noises coming from the back of your throat had her feral.

“You better not stop until my cum is coating your entire throat kitten” She practically growled. She thrust harder, making you take her entire length as she held you there coating her cock in saliva all while still having a vice grip on your hair. She did this a few more times and was starting to dig her nails into your scalp from how hard she was gripping you. You wouldn’t be surprised if she drew blood. The thought alone had you rolling your eyes in the back of your head in pleasure. You hadn’t been on your knees for long but you could feel your wetness growing in your panties the more you sucked.

The feeling of her cock hitting the back of your throat was addicting and knowing you were at her mercy in such a vulnerable position made it that much hotter. She pulled out all at once leaving a thick string of spit connecting your lips to her cock. You coughed and tried to take in a full breath after not being able to breathe properly.

Your face was a beautiful mess. Tears flowing freely down your cheeks, lips slightly swollen from the abuse, and an unmistakable haze in your eyes. Lizzie could only think of one thing. She had to ruin you utterly and completely.

“God you’re such a fucking cock whore, it’s pathetic really” she leaned over and tipped your head up again.

“Open” she commanded. You mindlessly stuck out your tongue and she let a ball of spit land directly on it. You swallowed it without an ounce of hesitation.

“Fuck…never mind come here” she commanded as her pupils dilated more than you thought possible. “I’d much rather fill your pussy up and watch as my cum slowly drips onto your pretty thighs''

She lifted you up by your hair and spun you around so you were once again facing the wall. Your arms were at least able to brace for the impact this time. Meanwhile hers touched every inch of your body in a desperate need to claim you. Her right hand reached down to grope your ass harshly and continued further down into your dress. She used two fingers to swipe over your covered pussy and chuckled.

“Fuck baby you’re so wet. Is there something you want? Need perhaps?” She teased. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you squirmed.

“Daddyyyyy” you pleaded “Pleeeaase I need it”

“What do you need, baby? Use your words” she teased as she pushed your panties to the side. Her finger barely making contact with your needy pussy.

“Fuck me Daddy please! Fuck me ruin me use me please I-“ she interrupts your rambling by pushing two fingers into your wet hole, fucking into you slowly.

“You little slut. You’re going to regret saying that” she said with an evil grin.

“And you’re already more than wet enough to take my cock aren’t you sweetheart?” She asked, already knowing the answer.

After a few minutes she pulled her fingers out but before you had enough time to complain she had her cock lined up, already pushing into you. She bottomed out in one swift motion making you choke on air. Your wetness combined with your saliva still coating her strap ensured that it slid in with no resistance whatsoever.

She started fucking into you slowly at first but lost her patience to lust and picked up the pace grabbing your hair again to pull your head aside and kiss your neck. She sucked your pulse point painfully, soothing the spot briefly with her tongue before attacking again. You let out a wanton moan knowing exactly what she was doing. She was marking her property for the rest of the world to see.

Lizzie put a hand over your mouth silencing you.

“Shut your fucking mouth unless you want someone to see you like this” she said harshly. You clenched hard at the thought and moaned against her hand thinking about the possibility.

“Oh you like that? Fuck you’re an even bigger slut than I thought” She leaned in to lick and bite the shell of your ear as she whispers, “I bet you’d love that wouldn’t you? For someone to walk in while I’m fucking your brains out so the whole world can know what a whore you are for me.” You felt her lips brushing the shell of your ear as she spoke.

“You know, I should be eating lunch right now but nooo my little slut of a girlfriend needed me to take care of her because she can’t seem to go a few short hours without me being inside of her” she spat as she quickened her pace.

Her words only served to increase your arousal as you met her thrusts the best you could using your palms as leverage to push back onto her cock, allowing it to go even deeper. It should be embarrassing how turned on you were in this moment and any other time you would be but right now all you could think was how good she felt inside of you. Your orgasm was fast approaching and you knew she would be furious if you tried to cum without permission.

“Daddy…I- Fuck! Ple- I nee-“ you sputtered out. Coherency no longer an option with how deliciously you were being fucked.

“Seriously, you already want to cum? How fucking pathetic” Her pace not faltering for a second. If she kept this up you were going to cum with or without her permission and you did NOT want to find out what would happen if it was without.

Lizzie was getting close too so she quickly pulled out of you and turned you back around to face her. She wasted no time in roughly tugging your panties off and safely tucked them away in her pants pocket. She then grabbed your hips and motioned for you to jump up. You wrapped your legs around her waist as she held you up hovering over her cock just out of reach. Her being more than strong enough to carry the weight of your entire body but taking advantage of the support the wall provided.

“You will cum with me or not at all, do you understand? And look at me when I’m talking to you”

You whined and tried to complain but the slap to your face put a stop to that real quick. It hurt but still made you moan and clench around nothing. Lizzie rolled her eyes and put her left hand around your throat, squeezing the sides just enough to make you struggle for every breath. For a second you wondered how the hell she was able to hold you up with just one arm around your waist but that was going to have to be a question for later.

“Let’s try that again shall we? You will cum when I do or you won’t cum for the next week. Do I make myself clear?” She emphasized her last question with a short but harsh squeeze.

“Yes Daddy I understand, I’m sorry” you choked out with the limited oxygen you had, nodding the best you could. She released her hold on your neck and brought her hand down to swipe at your pussy teasingly reveling in how sensitive you already were.

“That’s my good girl. Remember baby you gotta stay quiet for me okay?”

You nodded as you felt her lowering you onto her cock, using one hand to hold you and the other to guide her cock. Once she bottomed out she resumed her rough pace. Fucking you against the wall with all the force she could muster. This new angle allowed her to bury herself even deeper inside of you, making your toes curl.

She used the hand that was previously on her cock to pull your dress down and expose one of your breasts. She leaned down and started greedily sucking your nipple, biting down harshly just to hear you cry out in pain. She continued sucking your breast leaving another cluster of purple bruises for people to see.

It was all too much. You were doing your best to hold back your orgasm but you knew you wouldn’t last much longer.

Lizzie took a second to look at her watch to see what time it was. If she didn’t finish with you soon, she was going to be late to her next signing.

“Shit” She breathed as she fucked into you impossibly faster and harder. At this point you had to put your hand over your mouth to keep from making any loud noises. As much as the idea of being caught turned you on you knew that the reality would not be nearly as pleasant. She moved it out of the way and replaced it with her lips. Devouring you so all you knew was her. Her taste, her smell, her touch, nothing more. Just as oxygen started becoming an issue she pulled back and without hesitation you begged “Cum inside me Daddy please I need it so bad! Please just fill me up, I can't hold it anymore!”

She looked at you with the most feral gaze you’ve ever seen “You wanna be my little cum slut? Huh? Say it! Say you’re my little cum slut!”

“I’m your li- cum slut Daddy! Fu-“ you could barely push the words out with how cloudy your brain was. Something in Lizzie broke hearing you in such a disheveled state. It stoked her already burning fire into a blazing inferno. You weren’t sure where she found the strength but somehow she managed to start fucking you even harder and faster than she already was. You were a goner.

“If only my cum was real, kitten. I’d make sure you left here pregnant. Who knows, maybe one day I’ll switch it out for the real thing.” You heard the words coming out of her mouth but you didn’t fully grasp their meaning in all your haze.

What you could tell though was that you were getting dangerously close to your orgasm and you hadn’t gotten permission to cum. You wanted to speak up but no words would form. The only sounds that would leave your mouth were breathy gasps and moans as you inched closer and closer to your release. Staying quiet was a thought buried in the past as you both chased your highs. This was it, you were about to fall over the precipice head first into your orgasm and there was nothing you could do to stop it. You closed your eyes, ready for it to wash over you at any moment. The next minute you heard her voice cut through the fog clouding your brain.

“Fuck babygirl I’m so close! Open your eyes for me. I want to see you when you cum” she says practically out of breath. You dig deep and force your eyes open. It felt like your eyelids were weighed down by a ton of bricks but you managed to do it anyway.

When you opened your eyes you were sure you were seeing the face of god. Lizzies face and chest were coated in a thin sheen of sweat. Her cheeks flushed in a soft pink. Her eyes, full of lust and determination. Her mouth slightly agape letting out small quick pants that made her chest rise and fall. You could tell she was extremely close. She looked you straight in the eyes and panted out “Cum with me baby. Now!”

The next thing you knew Lizzie scrunched her face and reached for the pump attached to the strap. She squeezed it as she came, squirting her load deep inside you as she fucked you through her orgasm.

That was all it took for you to spiral into yours as she pressed her lips against you in an attempt to keep you quiet. You couldn’t help but squeeze your eyes shut as your orgasm shot through you like a bolt of white hot lightning. It was one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever experienced. Your ears were ringing, your legs were trembling, and it felt like every particle of your being was humming. You weren’t sure how long this went on for but it felt like an eternity in the best way possible.

You both rode out your orgasms as she continued to fuck her cum into you. You felt so full you were sure it would start to leak out the moment she pulled out of you. Once you had both come down from your highs you stayed there desperately trying to catch your breaths for a moment, your foreheads leaning on each other for support. When you both had regulated your breathing a bit, she lifted you off of her strap enjoying the little whine that escaped your mouth. She set you down on the floor making sure you were leaning against the wall for support as you were still recovering. You could feel the cum start to leak out but before you could go to wipe it away Lizzie grabbed hold of your hand.

“Ah ah, don’t go getting any naughty ideas now. Leave it. You’ll stay like this for the rest of the day as a reminder of how much of a slut you are. If you try to wipe it off or clean it in any way, I will know and you will be punished when we get back to the hotel. Am I clear?” She said, vice grip still on your hand.

“Ok Daddy I’ll leave it. Can I at least have my underwear back so it doesn’t drip down my legs?” You asked weakly, already knowing the answer before she even said a word.

“No. You wanna act like a slut you get treated like one and sluts don’t wear panties do they?” You shook your head no, a small pout forming on your lips. You hoped against hope that your little puppy dog face would make her take pity on you, but you knew it was a lost cause. When Lizzie set her mind to something, she did it and no force on earth could stop her.

Lizzie looked down at her watch again and cursed.

“Shit I’m fucking late!” She exclaimed as she tucked her strap back into the confines of her pants and buttoned them back up.

“Go find something for us to eat and then catch up to me at the signing yeah? We kind of skipped lunch and now I’m starving” she said with a smile. Her face was void of the previous emotions she displayed. The only emotion you could see was pure love. “Rest here for a few minutes if you need to, okay kitten? You did such a good job, I’m so proud of you. But don’t take too long. I need my best girl at my side” She ended her last sentence with a huge grin followed by a series of loving but hasty kisses.

“Ok baby I will. Now go before the people riot!” You say with a giggle. She kissed you one last time before she excused herself and ran out the door.

You stood there for a few minutes collecting yourself. You played back the last 45 minutes in your head in disbelief.

‘Holy shit did that really just happen?’ You thought to yourself. What you two had done was beyond risky and so insanely reckless. It could have gone wrong in about a million different ways, but you didn’t really allow yourself to dwell on that. At the end of the day, it was hot as hell and you would 100% do it again if you had the chance. Yeah the proper thing to say would be that it would never happen again but then again, you’ve never been very proper to begin with.

You fixed your dress the best you could and started walking to the bathroom. Only now feeling Lizzie’s fake cum starting to drip down your thigh.

“Fuck me” you whispered to yourself as you started speed walking to the nearest bathroom to assess the damage, chuckling at the irony of that statement. Thankfully you had access to the staff bathrooms because of Lizzie so you at least knew you wouldn’t accidentally run into any fangirls in there. Luckily for you, it was empty since all the convention staff were busy working the event so you had the whole bathroom to yourself.

You quickly walk up to a mirror and look at your reflection and what you see shocks the living shit out of you. Angry purplish red marks littered the side of your neck and breasts which you only now noticed were actually kind of sore. No amount of makeup in the world would be able to cover those up. Thankfully, the ones on your chest would mostly be covered by your dress and the ones on the side of your neck could be covered by your hair as long as you didn’t really move around too much.

As for the cum that had now dripped more than halfway down your thighs, you had a choice to make. Would you leave it and risk the embarrassment of someone seeing it, or would you wipe it off and deal with whatever consequences Lizzie had in mind?

The choice was actually kind of a no brainer. You had just had the best sex in your life from misbehaving once. Who knows how good it could get if you pissed her off twice in one day. There was only one way to find out. You went into a stall to grab some toilet paper and wiped yourself perfectly clean leaving no trace of the fake cum behind. As you did this you wondered in passing if Lizzie was serious about one day switching the fake cum out for the real thing. You made a mental note to ask her about it in the next few days just to check if that was a heat of the moment thing or if she was actually serious. Either way, you wouldn’t be mad about it.

You also noticed the faint bruises that were forming on your knees from landing on them so hard. You were sure they’d be even worse by tomorrow but hey that’s what pants were for.

You checked yourself in the mirror one last time to make sure you looked as presentable as you possibly could before heading out to the convention area to buy some food for the two of you. You ended up getting pizza for yourself and some weird quinoa dish for your girlfriend. She might be into all those grains and vegetables, but you were strictly a pizza and pasta kind of woman. You headed over to the area where you knew Lizzie was supposed to be doing her signing. Security let you pass with no problem seeing as they already knew you from the day before.

You walked up to the empty seat next to Lizzie and tapped her with your elbow to let her know you were there without interrupting her flow. She looked over at you with a soft smile on her face as she acknowledged your presence and then went back to finish signing someone’s fan art.

“Hey baby, I got you this quinoa thing. I think it looks kinda gross but you’ll probably love it.” You half whispered so as to be respectful of the people trying to get their merch signed.

Lizzie just chuckled and shook her head as she looked at your pizza, “You know it wouldn’t kill you to put something green in your body every once in a while.”

“Actually I think it would and you’d feel terrible if you were the reason for my demise” you shot back with a cheeky grin. She just rolled her eyes in fake annoyance at your sass. Having given up on getting you to eat your vegetables a long time ago.

You took a few bites of your pizza before deciding to poke the bear.

You leaned in close to make sure no one else overheard you “Sorry I took so long, I just had to go to the bathroom to freshen up the downstairs a bit”

As you pulled away you saw the smallest change in her expression as her eyes flashed with recognition. She looked down at your lap for a quarter of a second before going back to greeting a fan and signing their funko pop case. As they walked away she leaned in closely so her lips were brushing against your ear as she spoke, “Didn’t I tell you what would happen if you disobeyed me sweetheart?” Her sickly sweet tone sent a shiver up your spine.

“Technically you didn’t actually specify what would happen if I did so I’m gonna have to go with no” you quipped. Your smirk was evident in your voice despite Lizzie not being able to see it.

She never faltered though. “Let’s just see how cocky you are when we get back to the hotel baby. Cuz you’re in for one hell of a night.” Your pussy quivered in anticipation of what she had in store for you.

And just like that she pulled back in time for the next fan to be ushered in, acting like nothing had just happened. She greeted them with a warm smile and happily signed the poster they handed her as they gushed over how much they loved her. Boy she was one hell of an actress.

You spent the rest of the time eating your pizza and daydreaming about all the things your girlfriend was going to do to you when you got back to your hotel room. You couldn’t wait. What could you say? Being a brat has its upsides.

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throwing-in-the-towel · 2 months

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hey!! ive seen a lot of debate/ rllyyy interesting takes of darry vs dally relationship in the outsiders musical and was reading ur posts about it. what do you think its meant to symbolize and show for how their povs r represented throughout the show? how do you think it comes across for the audience? specifically at least w joshua and brents performance? ty love ur blog

you may have already looked at this post, but i kinda talked about this topic here! but i will expand on it specifically to ur questions LOL

i think it's really just supposed to symbolize the difference in the two "father figures" ponyboy has in his life. the juxtaposition between dally and darry, especially in quick scenes like the one before "grease got a hold" or the one before "throwing in the towel," really emphasize that. i think something that is important to the representation of each of their characters are the songs they sing! for example, darry having "runs in the family," then later on having the reprise where the music is the same, but slowly starts to unravel and become chaotic as darry's emotions do the same.

i think that audience question is such a good one. i feel like it can be hard to gauge and definitely varies from audience to audience. i think the show itself works hard to show why both darry and dally make the decisions that they do, even though they may seem "harsh" or irrational. i think josh plays dally in such a specific way that reinvents the character completely, while also being exactly what susie hinton wrote orginally of dally. brent does the same! as i've said before, he literally made darry become my favorite character LOL. i think it's so important that we see scenes of them without ponyboy/not from ponyboy's POV because it allows the audience to view them on their own and make their own judgments.

the scene between the two of them, which i have the audio for here, is so important to their relationship. they have quick back and forths in scenes like the one before "grease got a hold," or quick one offs about each other like darry to pony in "runs in the family," but all the tension between their characters and the roles they each play really come to a head in this scene.

#the outsiders broadway #the outsiders musical #darrel curtis #dallas winston

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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Hey love, I hope your well. Can I maybe ask for a hurt/ comfort larissa × reader fic? I was thinking maybe reader could have BPD/bipolar disorder and when, Larissa is in her office for extended periods of time she sometimes gets insecure and thinks Larissa is purposefully ignoring her and feels on the verge of splitting and pushing Larissa away, but she's been working on it and so one afternoon when she feels like sending a maybe not-so-nice message to larissa because she's a little hurt, instead she goes to Larissa and breaks down in tears and asks for a hug? And maybe larissa sort of knows what's going on and just embraces R tightly and reassures her it's simply work, and she'd much rather be spending time with her girlfriend than on a laptop all day, and maybe is just very mommy and calls R a good bunny for coming to her???

Split incoming| h&c

*Authors note~ as someone who has bpd and splits I feel these are important to write for and I hope some one out there finds this comforting or informative. This is largely based on myself and quite indulgent, wrote in a split so I can't say it's my best*

Trigger warnings~ mommy Ris bunny r (non sexual dom/sub dynamic (24/7 kink?) bpd r splitting

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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You love your girlfriend, truly you do more than anything else in the world, so why would you feel this way? Your own brain confused you most days so how could you expect someone else to understand. Your borderline personality disorder has been something you've struggled with for years, people had came and gone in your life because of it. Because you become too much, a problem. You gotten use to that same pattern and routines, convinced yourself that you were simply unworthy of love. It's the only thing that made sense, how could all those people be wrong?

Until you met Larissa. You'd split on her many times yet she still stayed. You couldn't do anything or say anything that would make her leave you. But that didn't mean it was okay. You hated who you became in those moments, you never really remember them clearly but you knew you had said and done some terrible things. Living with the regret of hurting your favourite person because they don't seem to match the pedestal you put them on. It wasn't on them. You knew you needed to work on responding better. It was hard but you needed it.

Larissa is safe, you knew that. So after a few splits, you both sat down and made lists of triggers and things you could do or she could do to help you in these moments. She knew splits were an inevitable part of your relationship together. However, Larissa wanted to be there to support, love and help you anyway she possibly could. No matter what you need, Larissa will always do her best to provide it.

A big trigger for you is when Larissa ends up in her office for hours on end. It made your irrational brain convince you she was ignoring you, cheating, or worse, leaving you completely. You could feel a split coming on, the rational sides of your brain leaving as you felt clouded with all these confusing thoughts and conflicting emotions. You typed up a message, the rage overwhelming you as you informed her if she was going to leave then hurry up because you I'm fact did not need her. She was just like everyone else who came and left.

Before hitting send you remembered your promise to the blonde, so you threw your phone else where as if it burned you and hurried to her office. You didn't bother with knocking but as soon as you laid eyes on her you couldn't help but burst into tears which caught her attention. "Mommy, hug" you'd sobbed. Without questioning it Larissa came to gather you in her arms, putting her laptop away, you had her soul attention. She knew what this was, you'd came to her and used your signal, she couldn't be more proud of you. "It's okay bunny. You're so good darling. Thank you for coming here love. I'd much rather be all snuggled up with my cuddly bunny than doing boring work" she murmured to you showering your wet cheeks with sweet kisses. "I'm so proud of you bunny for finding mommy. You split didn't you?" Causing you to nod in response. "Okay bunny good job shall we go lay down? Cuddle and maybe nap love does that sound good?" Truly there was no one as perfect as Larissa Weems, she seemed to always know what to do even if she felt like a failure she'd always help bc she was her.

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mara-and-its-the-same · 2 years

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There is nothing like staying at home, for real comfort 🌷- pick a character or a few and come up with a prompt and I’ll write a fluff blurb <3

omg giving steve a massage when he has knots in his back from work :((

I think we've discovered I don't know how to write a blurb; also that i’m living vicariously through R with how much they kiss and hold each other….i’m touch starved, gn!reader Cw: One mention of the stomach bug, suggestive language, allusions to spice cus I wrote this in a starbucks with my mom sitting across from me and YOLO, like, the fuck do you expect with a request like this (and also because he's a who're....Accidental prude!reader because that's how I felt while writing it. And like half of it deleted two separate times so you guys better like it. Not proofread <3

Today was rough, it was real rough. Robin was out sick and with no one else to cover, Steve worked both shifts and with the extra hours he'd been picking up recently, it's been a tough week. Even Keith took it easy on him and let him go home early. "And you're getting time and a half for tonight. Just– uh take it easy, yeah?" The pleasantries obviously didn't come easy, but Steve appreciated the slack he was cutting him, and the extra pay, especially the extra pay.

"Yeah. You take care, Keith."

On top of all that, they were reflooring the store, the last few nights were spent moving shelves full of tapes across the store. Why they couldn't take them out, move the shelves, then put them back, he had no clue. But who was he to argue.

And on top of that, his back was acting up from that time he landed flat on it one ruthless basketball game.

All he wanted was to get home, to you. And maybe a bath, if he could stay awake that long.

He never felt the same relief he did when he saw your car in the parking lot, somehow getting the irrational idea that for whatever reason, you wouldn't be there when he got back.

The flight up the stairs to your shared apartment was a feat. He was dragging his feet by the time he got to the door. You didn't even give him the chance to open the door since you flipped the stopper in the second you saw his car pull in. Just to give him one less thing to do. He kicked it open and found you finishing up putting the leftovers away.

You looked up with a smile that calmed his heart as soon as his keys jingled in the bowl, that you most certainly did not steal from his mother, next to the door. You said hello but forgot to make the sound come out, like you often did when you got too used to the quiet. "I missed you today. You were gone before I even woke up."

"Blame Robin, she's the one that called out." He hung his coat up then came to hold you. His arms around your shoulders while your hands slid under his shirt and up his back.

"So rude of her. Had to spend all day without you."

"I mean, she was throwing up her guts, but yeah, so rude of her."

"How was it?" you asked and he held you a little tighter, rubbing your shoulder and pressing a kiss to your crown. Though he did lead with his nose. The smell of your conditioner bringing him back to himself a little more.

"How was what?"

You pulled your head from his chest at the strange sensation of his voice on the top of your head. Only enough so you could look at him fully. "Work? Your day?"

"Hmm. It was work. It was alright."

You hummed like a question.

"It was hard. It was horrible. Apparently all the assholes who like to use cashiers as emotional punching bags come out on Fridays, which is the same day we just reset all the shelves.”

“Your back still hurts?” A kiss to his chest and the heel of your palm up and down his spine.

“Mhm, any more questions?” Not in an irritated way, just wanting to know what he’s in for.

You nodded and continued with your cheek pressed to his chest, “Did you eat? And are you still hungry?”

“I got something on my break, thank you though.” He kissed the top of your head again.

“Mhm, you want a bath?”

“With you?”

You snorted and pressed your forehead into his sternum, “No, with the bubbles and the salts you like. The ones that help your back.”

He drew you out of hiding with a finger hooked under your chin, a kiss to your nose. “I’d love one.”

"Go lay down, I'll get it ready."

"I'll fall asleep."

"Then don't." You didn't see the what? face he made since you were already halfway to the surprisingly nice full-bath. He swears that one room alone is half the rent, you swear it's worth it. He'll never say it out loud but after the week he's had, you know he agrees. "And stop staring," he forgets the eyes in the back of your head, or maybe he just forgets how well you know him by now.

"Hate to see you leave, love to watch you go." You said at the same time he did. "Ah, so you've heard that one before?" He asked as you came back out for the lighter, he caught you by the waist before you could reach the aptly named 'everything drawer'.

"Mm, I'm quite familiar."

"Really?"

"Mhm. Now, can you go get yourself out of this stupid vest and into the bath? It's gonna overflow by the time I finish getting everything together."

"You can't do it for me?" You rolled your eyes and pushed him towards the bedroom and yourself to the drawers.

"Insatiable."

"What do you expect when you're looking like that?"

You looked down at your sweatpants and old P.E shirt on your way back to the bathroom. Yeah, ok, maybe you'd grown a little since freshman year but nothing that tight. "I rephrase, delusional."

"Then I have one hell of an imagination." You looked up from the candle you were lighting to give him another tease but the sight of his back through the mirror was enough to shut you up. All you could manage was something close to a very pathetic whine, close! But not quite, an important distinction. Either way, you're grateful he couldn't hear over the running water. Once the bubbles were practically overflowing you shut off the faucet and swirled the salts around again for good measure.

"Is it ready?" Steve poked his head in, his voice betraying his exhaustion, but he was careful to keep it from annoyance.

"Mhm." You'd like to think the heat of your face was from the hot water, but you both knew that was a lie. You cleared your throat anyway. "Perfect temperature."

And of course he had to smirk at the way you tried so very hard at keeping your eyes on his face. "Perfect, thank you baby." He tried to catch you by the waist for a kiss of gratitude but you slipped past him and his devastatingly gorgeous and despicably tempting um heh collar bones, yeah, collar bones.

"Just leaving me here?" You scurried back into the kitchen and you could hear he left the door open by the sound of the water sloshing against him as he sank down into it.

"Yell when it gets cold!"

And not even 10 seconds later, "Sweetheart?!"

"Yeah?"

"It's a little chilly. You should come in and warm me up." You looked inside and found him with his head tossed back and his eyes closed. One knee sticking out from the foam and his arms steaming from where they rested on the sides of the tub. His shoulders relaxed already, but still too tense for your taste. He looked up at you once he heard the door squeak. "Honey, I'm freezin in here."

"You're neck is read with how hot it is, but I commend your efforts, love."

He groaned dramatically, "Don't pretend with me."

"What?" You said through a laugh.

"If you really loved me, you'd get in this bath."

"Compromise?" You didn't wait for him to nod, though he did anyway. "I'll stay in here with you, and then when you get out I'll give you a massage. Hmm?"

"God, you love me too much."

"Impossible." You were about to leave to grab your book but he called you back.

"Wait! Hold my hand?"

"Of course."

You spent the rest of his bath with your head on his arm while you read and he rested. "Is it not freezing by now?"

"S'alright," he hardly mumbled.

You slid your hand into the now almost chill water. "Frigid, honey. Here," you stood and held up the biggest, fluffiest towel you owned. He let you throw it over his shoulders and wrap him up tight like a baby; then push him off towards the bed where he face planted into the comforter. "You gotta work with me here, baby. Lemme see your back."

He grunted and grumbled but still managed to pull it down to his waist. "Thank you, my love."

"Thank you for this, mmmmph," your thumbs worked into that tight spot that'd been slowly getting worse the longer he let it go, "and the bath, oooohhh."

He stopped being self conscious about his noises after the third massage you gave him, the heavenly sensation building with every pass of your thumbs over that one spot, eventually he let out the loudest, longest, most pent up moan. He was mortified. So while he was pacing your old apartment's bathroom, you were on the phone fielding calls from nosey neighbors with "Thank you for your concern, yes, yes Thank you mrs. Harris, mhm, yep. Just a stubbed toe. Yes oh absolutely, I’ll keep it in mind. So great to know I have such caring neighbors, yep buh-bye now”

You worked your way down from his shoulders where the most tension was, to his hips where you knew it hurt the most. A whole week and a half of hearing the cracking and groans every time he stood. Also all the horror stories of high school sports injuries, Russian guard injuries, inter-dimensional monster injuries….lots of injuries. Some worse than others (some just from being dumb with the kids and Eddie…Max can be very persuasive, even if it’s just by a triple dog dare).

By the time you worked your way down to kneading the muscles about his waist he. was. out. “Hmmmmff, god, you’re perfect.” “Fuck, I love you.”

“Ok, so you’re never allowed to get a massage.”

“Hmm?” He couldn’t even pretend, that was the most pathetic sound he’d made all day.

“You’re gonna start babbling to the massage therapist telling them to just marry you already or something, you’ll scare them away.”

“Mph, don’t care. Only want yours. You’re too good, oohhh, too good to me, you angel.” Everything he said was some sort of groan, lost in the feelings of being so tired and so relaxed and so so taken care of.

You got to the base of his spine and he was making the softest, sweetest little sounds. After gracing every inch of his skin, you leaned forward and kissed his shoulder. His eyes still closed and your hand in his hair, you moved up his neck to the spot just under his ear. "Stevie?"......"Honey?"......"Are you awake?"

He hummed something close to No in response.

"You wanna sleep?"

“Hmm”

Tomorrow then

“I love you.”

“‘uv you.”

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(because I love you, and since I can't pull my usual schtick of giving you butter, my fics will have to suffice)

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twig-gy · 2 months

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mind and soul for the duo bingo :3

id: duo bingo. marked squares are ‘i love them <3’, ‘romantically’, ‘platonically’, ‘*clenches fist* it’s about the narratives’, ‘it’s… [gritted teeth emoji] complicated’, ‘they can fix each other [heart emoji]’, ‘they can make each other worse [heart emoji]’, ‘fandom absolutely sleeps on this one. underrated’, ‘aesthetically they’re immaculate’, ‘[in all caps] angst angst angst angst [end caps]’, ‘wasted potential tbh’, ‘not my thing/no big feelings’. end id

well the last square is kind of a lie. i mean. usually i don’t think much about them but….

i already made a post about them. or multiple. but the main thing that has me thinking about mindsoul is the parallels. [for how i characterize them] there r literally so many if you just. look. with your eyes. even some people draw mind with the half-half soul has. i’ve already listed them before but. it feels like, at the core, they think the same way, they split the world in the same halves - just twisted - of pure vs dirty. they see themselves as tools and heed their purposes above all else. they both treat emotions as more dangerous than weapons, just in different ways. even their relationship with heart - heart drags them into things and they let themselves be dragged. that’s what it is at the core, even if their feelings surrounding heart and interacting with him are. Extremely different. (mind has this nostalgia with him. mind knows him inside and out. interacting with heart is easy, it’s stopping himself from being friends with heart that’s the problem. vs soul who was never really friends with either, who has a constant hangup with treating them as human and interacting with them, for who interacting with the ids is kind of a struggle. and he knows not interacting with them is the better way but deep down, he /wants/.) basically theyre the same at the core, in a lot of ways. and both of them are deeply unaware of this. and both of them would absolutely /hate/ it. especially in apostasy even though they’re /more/ similar in apostasy.

let’s see… besides that, they don’t interact much because of things. soul’s hangups have been described above. mind of course loathes showing his emotions so plainly, loathes being close to others in a way that can’t be rationalized, that are obviously emotional. so it’s very rare. the only way they can really interact is by finding ways to sidestep both of those things. i see mind going out of his way to take care of soul, only because that’s the rational thing to do of course, and if he lingers and watches soul sleep that’s no one’s business but his

(waiting at soul’s bedside as if- they’re closer than they are. it’s better than soul hurting himself when mind leaves, right? soul’s chest rises and falls in a mockery of a human body. his shadow has cleared away without soul awake to keep it up. his lips are finally clean of their lipstick because mind scrubbed it off him - keeping your lipstick on while you sleep is just. irrational. it’s odd. mind has the strange urge to press his arm against soul’s skin to make sure it’s all real. he doesn’t, leaning back in soul’s - not his, soul’s, of course - chair. he can’t stop looking at him. it’s. it is. mind can’t describe what he’s feeling, something like when the lights of his keyboard flood his room, some sort of awe at this sight, even when it’s so /normal/- no, not in spite of. because. because like this, soul isn’t beyond him. he’s just real, in the same way he and heart are. and it’s not as if mind didn’t know that, of course he did, he isn’t stupid. but. ..soul looks pretty like this. soul looks pretty in general, but this is less about the way he looks and - soul is actually sleeping, finally. mind can’t describe how he feels. it shouldn’t be much, anyway. soul is soul. he spins the chair around and leans his head on soul’s desk. and tries not to think about how it feels, the reverence of the shadowed room, of squinting his eye in soul’s direction past it to pick out his features, of soul - sleeping. it’s just sleeping. mind tries not to think more about it than he should, memorizing the feeling of the wood against his cheek instead. [it doesn’t work very well.])

i got carried away. Anyway. mind helping soul shower but instead of the mutual ‘we both know depression sucks might as well help each other since i would like my hair to stop being so oily (and i want the best for you, too) (and this is a good excuse to touch you, without the pain, without the violence - to feel you against my skin, but softly. before we have no pretenses to hide it in. before we both go to our rooms and try to act like it’s a better alternative.)’ - unlike heart and soul, mind and soul is imbalanced. there’s none of the mutual trust and awareness of why they need each other to shower. mind doesn’t get, fundamentally, why soul can’t pull himself through basic tasks without him. mind will help him, because that’s his job, but he doesn’t get it. so it’s. different. heart and soul care for each other in a lacking mutual way. mind cares for soul. because whatever mind needs he will handle himself. it’s still close. for soul it feels rawer. for mind- it’s just a duty to him, taking care of soul. his feelings about it are there, in the back of his head, but he tries to focus on just taking care of soul. tries not to make it close or intimate or anything more than his function. (he fails. not in a noticeable way, not to anyone but himself, but. he fails. he doesn’t admit it in words but he knows, he likes this. probably- definitely more than he should.)

i’d say besides that it’s, like, soul punishing mind, or mind (rarely) scratching gashes down soul’s shoulder in wordless revenge for all soul has done to him and heart. because soul /has/ done things to him and heart, and none of them are ones to forgive a grudge. because above all soul is still dangerous. soul is like a volatile chemical to him (and maybe heart)- he could explode at any moment. maybe sometimes he acts like he isn’t built to hurt, but he is, mind knows he is, heart knows he is. mind pretends like kindness is a thing soul can handle, but. He knows.

#twig.txt #brainrot.exe #asks.png #echoesofaheart

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zeep-xanflorp · 2 years

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a hill i'll die on: rick and morty is NOT about nihilism.

okay well it is, but not in the way most people think.

i was in the fandom in the height of the 'to be fair you need to have a very high IQ' era, but before it became ironic. i watched so many youtube video essays on how r+m was an enlightened commentary on the absence of meaning in life, and how finding any sort of purpose was a lie we tell ourselves so we don't give up.

people at this time loved to latch onto rick as an example of what they strive to be, but they failed to realise that the show is NOT praising rick. it's making fun of him, and people like him. it's pointing out his flaws.

at this point, i don't think this is news to anyone but, rick is a massive hypocrite. if he doesn't care about anything, then his actions would make no sense. he would find no value in his connection to morty, he wouldn't deal with the family treating him as they do. but despite his assertions and his best efforts, he is a sentimental old man. he is still ruled by his emotions even though he knows that they 'don't matter.'

he's an addict; someone so tortured by his past that he must numb himself. someone with incredibly low self-esteem (disguised by his artificial narcissism), someone who sees no value in his life and only persists out of spite. does that sound like the state of someone who is comfortable with the idea that nothing matters?

nihilism is a trap that so many people fall into. there is a lot of comfort you can get out of the idea that nothing matters. because yes, that means that you will be forgotten and that your life has no intrinsic value, but that also means your problems are not as big as they might seem. it gives you a certain freedom to live the way you choose and an excuse to not focus on the negatives.

rick is such a good example of where this worldview can lead. in a character like this, who should theoretically be free of any attachment, we can see that he is still miserable. and maybe the worst part is that he views any attachment as negative and irrational. he thinks it's holding him back from being the 'rickest rick' as he describes in s6's premiere. he both yearns for connection and rejects it, which leads to a vicious cycle of self destruction. ultimately, he feels that he doesn't deserve to find meaning in a universe stripped of purpose.

so what am i trying to say here? the show does not promote nihilism, but instead offers a solution: existentialism. the difference lies in the details. while nihilism rejects any sort of meaning, existentialism says that everything matters on a relative scale. that we create our own meaning in life. that if something matters to you, you should not reject that because the universe 'doesn't care' about humanity. instead, you latch onto it because the value you find in anything is real entirely because it's important to you. you have the authority to create your own purpose and there's nothing wrong with that.

it's an individual's responsibility to find purpose. and yes, that is terrifying, but it's doable. don't torture yourself for existing. hold on to what matters to you, and don't let go. regardless of how small it seems. if it works, then it works.

--if nothing matters, why would you help me? [...] --okay... you matter. to me.

#rick n morty #rick and morty #r&m #rnm #rick sanchez #rick c137 #nihilism #existentialism #i could go on about how this looks in s6 but i think i'll save it #rick

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triglycercule · 12 days

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me when i find the PERFECT mtt song (yamitsuki,,,,,,,, maretu my king how did you do it,,,,,,,,,,,,, literally HOW did you do it why is this song weirdly accurate wtf and its for a completely different character 2??? HOW DID YOU DO THIS??? THE ENTIRE FUCKING SONG FITS??? THE ENTIRE SONG COULD BE MADE TO HAVE CONNECTIONS WITH ONLY MILD REACHING??? HELLO??????) (this translation!!!) (the translation is not.linking i will be shooting myself. its the on on the vocaloid wiki NOTthe video....)

literally like. 1/3 is horror. 1/3 is dust. and then the last is killer. in that order. the first 2 verses talk about bloodshot pain (bloodshot EYES.... HORROR'S EYE) and a rotting fatal wound (THE FUCKING HEAD CRACK!!! HIS GODDAMN HEAD WOUND!!!!). commiting brutality. i dont think much else is needed. wrong/right and judging biases,,,,, jesus fuck wtf. AND THEN in the next verse there's a mention of "starving for necessary evil" HELLO!!!! HELLO!!!!!!! him starving himself while also feeding snowdin human which totally sucks,,,,,, horror sans,,,,,,???? chorus of shrill voices (duh snowdin. or also could be undyne and royale guard. i like snowdin more). and then the last line of the second verse mentions sadism. nothing more to say. horror sans i mayhaps perchance mightve just encountered you in a song. or maybe the translation is freakily accurate and the song itself isnt that specific (probably but hey i can dream)

and then th next 2 verses r dust except i dont really know about the first verse but also a line that says "this is the death of the conflict, come and see me" could be referring to the human's death which like. man. and then the next verse is just dust sans but in a single verse. give me more excellent pain could be interpreted as LV but also the mental pain that comes with yk..... killing all you love.LOVE. LV. he needs more LV... anyways. mad off the beaten track. MAD. MENTION OF MAD LIKE CRAZY LIKE MAD TIME LIKE DUST SANS!!!! echoes of a haughty voice resound,,,,, phantom paps,,,,, "severe punishment, 100 renouned sights, i long for pure pessimism" i cant explain this one well i think but just think about it okay. this time you get to be the one coming up with the ideas (σ´∀`)σ

killer only has one verse that i can link this song 2 but i also think its th most freakily accurate. verse 1 is "through instantaneous joy, entertain me for my whole life, i'm cunningly"LUCKY". i get completely bored. give me pleasure without worry. and now, right away." and then "i'd rather head to eternal darkness. i'll abide by you always, emptily "HAPPY". i shed tears from my clear white eyes. come and show me your best smile!" HELP HELP HELP THEYRE SHOOTING ME HELP HELP!!!! THEY JUMPING ME (these lyrics) because WTFyhis isFREAKILY accurate. the entire first verse and its spiel on boredom and having someone else manage the entertainment/emotions,,,, and the cunningly lucky part is just. i think the word cunning is just really good to describe killer (sneaky little bastard) and then he's "lucky" emphasis on quotes because idk he got chosen for whatever the fuck his chara wants. what luck. really bad luck but whatever. and then MORE on the following another person and EMPTILY!!! EMPTY!!! KILLER FEEL NOTHING EMPTY!!!! fake happy too,,,, and killer has white eyelights sooo IM NOT REACHING!!! also he literally cries

in conclusion MARETU is a god amongst men and somehow this song managed to fit the mtt i have no idea how. next coming up: how NAMIDA fits horror. how thirst fits dust. how i'm high fits killer. idk if i already said this one probably did BUT JUST IN CASE maretu also has maegamist,,,,, maretu i knew i listened to you for a reason. so i could make totally irrational and unreasonable connections of your songs to the fucking murder time trio of all things. what joy

#me when i complain about not listening to music in english and then i see this GEM #yk what... its okay i'll never get to understand songs on the first listen #its OK that ill never get to have it easy when it comes to lyric translations...... ITS OK!#i might totally be upset that i cant just point to a song and be like this is mtt or something because i have to check the fucking wiki #this is your sign to listen to more vocaloid. you probably already do but like. LISTEN TO MORE #last years spotify wrapped for me was all pepoyo can i be considered a true fan now #everysong is murder time trio if you reach hard enough. if you just SQUINT..... you can see them in it #cannot believe ive been listening to this the entire time and i never checked the lyrics to see #see this is why!!! im missing out on mtt content if i dont check lyrics!!!!!!!!#and the songs a fucking banger too. i love how dramatic snd threatening it gets on the killer section #idk i just think the chanting in the background is cool. and so killer. thats him btw. he's waving wave back to him!!!!!#i cant WAIT for Spotify wrapped this year.... im so excited to see #i already know who's gonna be number 1 (my queen pepoyo) but still #i found lonePi later in this year so i wanna know if lonepi managed to beat maretu or not. probably not idk #theres a lot of songs i consider mtt related. theyre in a differently filed section of music in my head than everything else #tricule rant #days of not posting about mtt has my brain thinking about them in overtime #or these are just built up ideas from the past few days i didnt talk about. eitherway a person that thinks all the time #i dont feel like making more posts explaining those last few songs i mentioned in the last paragraph #if you read the lyrics on the wiki youll understand. if not you need to adapt my mindset

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coyotecoining · 6 months

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Kagamine Len Personality Disorder

Kagamine Len Personality Disorder (KL-PD) is a disorder based on Kagamine Len from Vocaloid.

Symptoms:

A pervasive pattern of self-centeredness: Individuals with KL-PD consistently prioritize their own needs, desires, and interests above those of others. They may display a lack of empathy and disregard for the feelings and well-being of others.

Excessive attention-seeking behavior: People with KL-PD may exhibit an intense desire for attention and validation from others, often engaging in attention-seeking behaviors such as flamboyant dress, exaggerated gestures, or grandiose claims.

Emotional volatility and instability: Individuals with KL-PD may experience rapid and intense shifts in mood, leading to unpredictable emotional outbursts. Their emotions may be shallow and superficial, lacking depth and stability.

Impulsive and reckless behavior: KL-PD is associated with impulsive actions and a disregard for potential consequences. Individuals may engage in risky behaviors, such as substance abuse, reckless driving, or excessive spending, without considering the long-term implications.

Intense fear of abandonment: People with KL-PD often exhibit an irrational and overwhelming fear of being abandoned or rejected by others. This fear may lead to desperate attempts to maintain relationships, even if they are toxic or dysfunctional.

Lack of authentic identity: Individuals with KL-PD may struggle with a sense of self and have difficulty establishing a stable and coherent identity. They may adopt different personas or mimic the behaviors and characteristics of others in an attempt to fit in or gain approval.

Disrupted interpersonal relationships: KL-PD is characterized by tumultuous and unstable relationships, marked by frequent conflicts, dramatic shifts in affection, and a pattern of idealizing and devaluing others. Individuals may struggle to build and maintain healthy, long-lasting relationships.

Fantasies of power and success: People with KL-PD may harbor grandiose fantasies of power, fame, or exceptional talent. They often believe they are entitled to special treatment and admiration from others, and may feel resentful or envious when these expectations are not met.

Difficulty accepting criticism: Individuals with KL-PD may have a fragile self-esteem and struggle to accept criticism or feedback from others. They may become defensive or hostile when their actions or behaviors are questioned, perceiving any criticism as a personal attack.

Chronic feelings of emptiness: KL-PD is associated with a persistent feeling of emptiness, boredom, or dissatisfaction. Individuals may engage in impulsive behaviors or seek constant stimulation to fill this void.

Sorry for not posting as much, we got d0xxed by a user on r/fdc and the police are doing nothing. It got so bad Ghostbur (not a frequent fronter) fused and we are devastated. -Ariphiel

#pro rq 🌈🍓#rq 🌈🍓#coining post #medically unrecognized sickness #medically unrecognized disorder #tw fdc

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jihyoruri · 5 months

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okay. My analysis on why cibyn has to end up with chaewon

first. it’s literally canon that yunjin just LIKES yn a lot. chaewon LOVES her.

cibyn is averse to falling in love. she’s (to my knowledge) never done it before, and doesn’t really want to.

if she were to fall in love with someone, I feel like she’d be very unhappy about it and anxious, maybe even feel weak. she’d probably have a really hard time with it, and would struggle a LOT.

yunjin does not know cibyn as well as chaewon does. chaewon has been bestfriends with cibyn for YEARS, and probably knows her a lot (if not, a little) better.

i think cibyn would have a harder time realizing she “loved” yunjin than if she loved chaewon. It’s easier when someone’s been your bestfriend for years and understands you, already knows your parent(s), and you feel comfortable with them.

I’m not saying she dislikes yunjin or feels uncomfortable, but if you’re falling in love for the first(?) time, and you already feel helpless and weak, it would make more sense for it to happen with someone you’ve already built a bond with over years and years than someone you’ve only known for one or two. I just think that cibyn would be a bit more okay with falling in love with chaewon than with yunjin because of how averse she is to it. but then…. possibility of angst of her not wanting to ruin the friendship cause she’s scared GRAAAAH IM KMS

basically. It’d be safer and make more sense for the girl who was taught love is stupid and useless and weak to fall in love with someone who makes her feel safe and understands her than with someone she met a few years ago. (delusion incoming!) maybe she’s already love with chaewon guys.. maybe she just doesn’t want to admit it maybe it’s repressed but maybe she’s always loved chaewon and just doesn’t know and seeing her with someone else makes her sad and irrational and she is never mean or petty but it makes her want to be.. and she’s so confused of her emotions and when it finally clicks she’s like oh. and she is so scared and mad at herself that she pushes chaewon away AHAAAAHAHAHNPLEASSPELEAPLSEPLEASE I’ll take angst as long as they r endgame

also yunjin could get over it eventually chaewon would fucking die just LET HER BE HAPPY PLEAAASSE😭😭

-🎏

I love ur analysis on this I really understand where you’re coming from with everything, I can’t say if ur right about certain things because that will spoil but I can say that ur so right about chaewon she would acc crash out it would be the biggest crash out in kpop history

#🎏

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lavendergoddesstarot · 2 years

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What should you focus on this week?

Pick a picture/pile

Pile 1 - 999

3 of cups: You should focus on celebrating your achievements. Take time to acknowledge yourself, your accomplishments or your growth. Maybe even celebrate with your friends and social group.

Pile 2 - 222

Queen of cups: You should focus on embracing and nurturing your emotions and your intuition. Also you should focus on giving, expressing and receiving love and affection from others or yourself.

Pile 3 - 888

Knight of wands r: You should focus on taking a step back from any irrational or impulsive decisions. You may have the tendency to act recklessly but you should slow down so you can make the correct moves.

#tarot #tarot advice #tarot daily #tarot community #tarot reading #angel numbers #888 #222 #999 #pick a card #pick a card reading #pick a picture #pick a image #pick a pile

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unhappytimeleaper · 2 years

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I see the request is still open and I apologize for sending this early but I can't help, ur writing is rlly nice. Can I request yan adonis alphabet with K, H, A and S? if you r not busy and take care.

requested by 🍖

Word Count: 3,050+

I assume the meat emote is like,, what anon wanted to be noted as?

so, I tried. Honestly, Adonis is a character I don’t know quite as much about. Undead aren’t really my style and I find myself generally interested in characters outside of this group more, and it got to a point that I ended up having to rewrite this a few times to get it to make sense with what I wanted to convey.

This note isn’t like,, super important but my asks are still open. I am doing my best to try to get things out faster and when I start my new job I do want to find a schedule that works so I can still post when I begin working full time. Please be proud I wrote this in like 2 days once I really focused on it even though the sad hours were really bad at times.

Otogari Adonis; Unedited. Gender Neutral Reader.

Warnings; yandere content, mental breakdown, gaslighting [mostly to yourself/Adonis to himself], clingy Adonis is clingy.

This blog is 17+ please have your age in your bio or tagged; any ageless blog and below the age asked for will be blocked at the end of the week.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

One of the problems is that Adonis isn't too far off from a regular relationship; however, everything is amplified so much that it becomes a problem to handle. Or at least far beyond anything that is healthy, push a level of co-dependency even most clingy couples would be worried about. He's not restrictive like some others; he's not one to try to ban you from most things [unless he becomes highly over-worried for your safety] or to remove people from your personal life. Generally, that comes to friends outside of the industry and family; Adonis doesn't necessarily go out of his way to keep you from other idols, but you can tell there is a shift to his emotions when around others on par with him in the field. Perhaps it's a fear that he isn't as remarkable when around them or thinks they have some sort of skill he lacks. It is one that he knows is irrational; you're dating him, not them, but he can't help but have some adverse reaction to watching you talk to them.

Instead, Adonis comes off as extremely lovesick and overbearing in his affection. Much like the honeymoon stage of a relationship, but instead, this is one-sided and far more clingy. And to a level, he can recognize that it is unhealthy, that it's only him giving the level of love. It doesn't matter in the end. Part of him is able to dilute himself so much into thinking that you love him enough to justify his actions; it's just not your style to project in the same way— and how he shows his love is just as normal, just not common for people around here. It takes him a while to entirely lose himself in these delusions, but in the meantime, it stays just as intense. He just often would be more willing to apologize when you get upset since he likely doesn't want you to find a reason to leave him; however, he never seems to change his actions.

PDA is an everyday occurrence. It feels as if you can't go out at all without him touching you somewhere, holding hands, arms interlocked, wrapped around your waist. If you can't be physically touching, Adonis is like a large blanket, hovering so close behind you it feels like he's about to drape himself over your frame. You can ask him to take a step back, and he will go with a brief "sorry" before inching back closer. More explicit things like kisses might be more chaste against your forehead or hands than lips, while he is much more PDA friendly than some of the others he's been in Japan long enough to adopt some standards to the culture like keeping those forms of intimacy to just you two. Plus, Adonis sees something like a kiss to the forehead as more intimate as a public display with how soft how close it really shows you off to teach others without needing some overt dominance. Gifts are another big thing, either handed to you or left somewhere you easily can access, like a work desk. Of course, some are bought gifts, but this can include letters he's written for the day, snacks, flowers, pre-released undead merch [specifically his], etc. Anything he can get his hands on seems to find its way to you with some sort of sappy attachment. Realistically he knows you can't hold onto everything he gives [and knows food/flowers can't last], but it seems if he doesn't see enough of his gifts, there will be a sudden influx of what you begin to receive to fill the perceived void.

The last sort of big way Adonis would show this is by protecting you. For him, it doesn't matter how strong you actually are, physically or mentally. Things like size and capabilities aren't factors he tends to pick up on; he just believes that no matter what it is, it is his job to protect you. Whether or not it's because he subconsciously thinks of you as 'weaker' and it's his duty to protect others, he views it as that way, or that he sees it as his job in the relationship to do it is ambiguous. Still, regardless there seems to be a disconnect. If something at work is stressing you out, he'll do everything to remove it or lessen it, some paranoid fear about a person hurting you, he has the ability to keep you away from them. There often isn't an 'I just need to vent about this' type mindset for him because he thinks it's his job to just solve it; make your life easier. Protect you from anything negative even though it gets to a point it's him making the most negative impact. It is if anything deeply frustrating but hard to communicate and get him to see the faults in his actions, causing a cycle of just bickering into the void, having whatever is bothering you with his actions stop for a few days, only to have it return back to normal.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

This one I don't have much to say because I covered it above with how intense it gets and how it shows itself. The answer is pretty simple, but the main word to describe Adonis is clingy. Not in a literal sense necessarily, but one where even if he isn't around, it's like he's breathing down your neck. What is the media's depiction of a 'perfect boyfriend' and what many outsiders might deem the relationship as being really is just overbearingly clingy. Too many messages to count, and calls that were once sweet now feel more like an interruption. The snacks and meals are nice, you hate to complain about the food, but it can be sort of suffocating too. UNDEAD items you honestly can't escape from as there feels like a need to play the role of a supportive partner with as much merch he gives you… even worse if they aren't your favorite group, but it's not like you'd ever tell him that. You know that he wouldn't get angry, but he might sulk a little more and work double to make it, so they are, which really just sounds more draining for both of you. Easier to keep quiet and be happy over the new additions to your… UNDEAD shrine.

In the end, even when he's present, it's again nothing that far off from a normal relationship. You can freely go outside with or without him [although he does like to know where you are at all times just in case], but this never hinders dates. I mean, he still has to wear some form of disguise if it's too public more so that you don't get mobbed, but he is also a brick wall— hard to not notice him resulting in you often opting to stay in. You'll watch shows, cook, etc. As long as you're close enough and he knows what you're doing [mainly out of pure curiosity rather than monitoring], time together is all he asks for, so you can do whatever hobby you wish so long as he can hover around you. Cuddling is key, and much like if you are in public, there is likely some way he's touching you, even if it's just legs spread across his lap as you fiddle around with something online while making idle conversation with him.

As mentioned, none of these things are bad; so much of it just feels like a regular relationship. It's hard to put into words to explain to others why things might feel off. Not bad, you're not scared by him doing something, but there is just something an inch below the surface that feels misplaced. Being with Adonis is just that everything is fractured slightly. You care for him. Being with Adonis is one of the few yandere who starts off as a genuine relationship between both parties being involved, but his love and suffocating presence are always lurking in the back of your mind.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

The first fight and not for the reasons you might think. Being with Adonis, while he has his own issues of overbearing clinginess and unbreakable ideals, is not a bad partner to have. It's hard to see anything as 'bad,' and eventually, it gets to the point that you likely see yourself as the wrong one in the equation regardless of healthy boundaries. Essentially self, gaslighting yourself into thinking, 'why am I not like how he is?' or 'what is wrong with me for not being as happy as he is?' type of deal. It can get to a point where you force yourself to try to like him and dilute yourself into thinking this is how it's supposed to be or become essentially miserable that you can't have this same sense of adoration for him. Regardless, this type of feeling can't last and would likely lead to some form of burnout in the relationship.

What makes it hell is the emotional toll all of this will take. The feelings of what's wrong with me, why am I not happy when others say I should be. Why is all of this so easy for Adonis when it is so hard for you? At some point, you forget this is an unhealthy relationship— it's not like he ever harms you. It's not like he doesn't try to invalidate your emotions or even try to give you space. He doesn't isolate you from friends or family, and even with other idols; sure, he's more grumpy than normal, but it's not like he does anything wrong to them. All of these feelings bubble and bubble and bubble, and more and more, the sadness and pain of just not getting it digs deeper into your heart.

The first fight isn't even a fight. Honestly, you can't seem to remember it, but Adonis does seem to wince every time it's brought up. For you, it's almost a haze of crying and screaming and eventual numbness. You don't remember what you said or what he said. You can remember laying on the floor, curled up as best as you could, sobbing with Adonis hovering over you like a second shadow trying to calm you down. Part of you believes at that moment, he must have been a guardian angel, comforting you in one of your darkest hours. However, part of you believes he is a devil in disguise. One who wants to be an angel but cannot fulfill the role due to the nature of his circumstance truly matching within his idol persona.

Things after this likely can never return to how it was. Adonis is still the same as he was before, and you… well, things seem duller no matter how much you try to let them go back to normal. You wonder if you will ever be able to return to how you once felt. To others, Adonis can only ever explain it as stress from everything seeming to have finally gotten to you; it's hard for him to accept the main factor was himself. But it's okay. Or it will be okay. He just has to work harder, and he'll always be there to make it that way. He promises-- it is his duty to protect those weaker after all.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

While most yanderes have one central point or influence that left them with these tendencies, Adonis has multiple that caused him to develop like this over an extended period of time. The thing is, most of these things by themselves aren't harmful, but it's the people and amalgamations of it all around him that eventually push him further and further into the extreme, eventually causing him to fall fully into his own delusions of what is 'normal.'

The main one is likely the influence of media. Music, tv shows, plays— all of these are, let's say… not always the best way to gain an understanding of what romance is supposed to be like. The intensely devoted, no problems ever are sadly fiction. Or that things can just be magically lost forever when it takes both a lot of effort to make it do so, and most will not have their first love be their only love. It will always be a fantasy to have a love like this, but most people often struggle to learn this throughout the course of relationships. Much like how you might feel, 'why isn't my love the same as Adonis' mentioned in the last section, he felt the same way. Why isn't my love as strong as theirs in the show. Why isn't it as easy as the way this play Souma and him go to express it as. Their latest song was all about full devotion to someone. Is that how it's meant to be? In the end, all of this forces its way into shaping how he views love. Honestly, there rarely are depictions of what is a good progression of relationships and what is closer to the reality around love both in traditional stories and modern. It's easy to get lost in it all.

Even if it didn't feel right at first, there eventually comes a time he is able to quickly break down those feelings of it being wrong into being right. Self-brainwashing to conform to the media standards of love. And really, even if it is public that it's you who he's referring to, the industry would eat that shit up. It fits so well into the group's branding, and Adonis's call pulls off that strong, perfect love appeal so well. No one calls it out or tries to change it; half of them might think it's just some persona he's putting on for fans to swoon over. That validation just proves to Adonis though that he was right. Right? It's again just an unhealthy cycle of how media really doesn't promote what is realistic with love.

The second would be wishful thinking. Adonis comes off as the type who would idealize love even without the impact that media has. That love, true love, can overcome all, and the first love he has is the real deal. There is something so wonderful to imagine that he can say it worked out. That his first was his only, and his passionate feelings from the start are burning just as strongly as they did then. Likely growing up, this was precisely that. A wish or fantasy, but when experiencing the progression of a relationship, it becomes less and less of just a wish and more of a goal. He wouldn't fail at this, and he could make it work and change this thinking into action. The fault of this is much like with media; a lot of this is all it can be. A wish or fantasy. The majority of people don't or can't make the wish of finding true love to have it last, and that's okay even more with something so complex as dating a celebrity/idol where there are so many external impacts that could cause distress. But all of the logic that he might have about it not working out because of so many factors is tossed aside for a hopeless romantic fantasy. Although, this is something that Adonis might struggle to admit to wanting even to you.

The last leading factor is probably the fear of loneliness and not wanting to be alone. It's not really a secret that Adonis has difficulty connecting with others due to a language barrier and his personality. Even more than that, Japan can be a reasonably lonely country; it's hard to put making friends into action and create deep bonds that are often made worse when you are a foreigner. And while he has his fans, that opens up a whole other barrier and sense of loneliness because it is hard to connect on a deeper level with them. None of this is to say he doesn't have friends, especially within ES, Adonis is one to know he does have others to support and connect with, but there is a key difference between when that kind of bonds reach limitations with friendships versus a romantic one. It's easy to attach to someone and perceive the levels of bonding differently when dating, and that's why Adonis knows he cares deeply for his friends; it's not the same level of love he has for you. And it's scary to think about losing that, to be alone and not know where to direct those feelings anymore. Or that the comfort you can provide in a romantic aspect would be lost, and that sense of isolation from others will manifest. This is one where it's perhaps not a sentiment he publicly shares much, but in vague conversations with others at ES, they might express similar feelings, which in turn convinces Adonis to do everything he can to ensure a fallout doesn't happen. It results in pushing him more into a delusional mindset that rather than risking a fight or a 'rough patch,' he can keep a honeymoon period going, and in turn, there would never be a reason to leave.

These types of issues are, I think, ones that would only really be onset by a committed relationship. While most yanderes might have sentiments that track to their childhood to explain their actions or some form of a traumatic event that resulted in a change to their perception of love, there wasn't really a way to predict that Adonis would fall into something like this. All of the factors might have been present from a young age, media influence didn't just magically appear, or this sort of wishful fantasy didn't randomly spark interest after a first date by any means, but for the longest time, Adonis probably would assume he could handle romance in a mature, healthy way. Most people around him think he is put together, too, so there wouldn't be a reason to inherently worry about him pursuing love, unlike others at ES. It's why this near-dramatic shift to being this way isn't something you or any other could put a stop to early on.

#enstars.leaps #yandere #yandere writing #yandere x reader #yandere ensemble stars #yandere enstars #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #Yandere Adonis #Yandere UNDEAD #enstars x reader #ensemble stars Adonis #adonis otogari #Yandere Adonis otogari #tw: yandere #tw: mental breakdown #tw: gaslighting

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