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I am a genuinely mentally ill person and I write to cope
— meaning dark tropes ex ! Suicide Derealization Pedophilia Incest !
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outdoor sex, creative use of DF — ft.Donquixote Rosinante
a lovely picnic, a beautiful lake and your adorable husband... such a romantic setting. it's too tempting to spice up the food a little bit.☆
CW: f!reader, creative use of DF, outdoor sex, established relationship
-> additional kinks: praises, kind of body worship
WC: 1,5k
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Corazon is such a sweetheart.
He found the perfect spot for a romantic picnic: a beautiful lake, smooth grass perfect to lay and take a sun bath. The nature is peaceful, the fresh air caressing the leaf gently. People around are enjoying the sunny weather, swimming, playing, laughing, eating, living.
Yes, Corazon is a sweetheart. With a racing heart as you straddle his lap. His comfy feather coat and huge frame are hiding your intimate position from the casual glances of passersby. The adorable setup – checkered blanket, basket filled with fruits, snacks – contrasts sharply with what’s happening beneath those feathers.
You, grinding against Corazon’s cock. A shudder runs through him with each single one of your moves. His big shaky hands are resting on your waist. Your poor lover is so confused, conflicted between his romantic nature and the heated situation. The thought of you being so nasty outside the safe bubble of your bedroom is both terrifying and exhilarating. You kiss his forehead, wiping with your thumb the smeared lipstick on his lovely mouth. “Are you really sure about it? We can wait tonight, at home…” Corazon whispers softly, torn between his gentlemanly nature and overwhelming desire for you.
“If I’m noisy, you’ll just have to use your power,” you answer, full of mischief, kissing him with passion and hunger. Corazon melts, his resolve weakening rapidly. He glances around quickly, but no one is paying attention to you. It’s not like if you were the only couple around kissing and hugging.
Teasingly, you play with your dress, showing Corazon a glimpse of your bra. His breath hitches. As if you were a delicate, precious treasure, he makes sure his massive frame and his coat are shielding you from prying eyes. “By the gods, sweetheart… Let me see it again...” You comply, revealing more of the black lace and you add. “And I’m wearing matching panties.”
Corazon’s eyes darken with desire, the sight of your perfect body sending a jolt of arousal through his blood. He can already picture those delicate lace edges hugging your curves perfectly… His hands slide down to grip your thighs firmly, spreading them wider, his fingers brushing against your wet folds through the thin fabric. You let out a muffled moan when his thumb circles your clit. “Rosi…” You grind against him with urge.
Instead of what he was planning - moving your panties aside, Corazon’s clumsy fingers rip your panties in pieces. “Sorry…” He babbles, embarrassed, cheeks all flushed. But you just laugh tenderly at his goofiness, making him melt, his heart swelling with affection. He loves how you accept all of him - even his clumsiness. Cautiously, Corazon slides two thick fingers inside you easily, moving them in and out slowly, enjoying your warmth and tightness. He’s looking at you with such adoration, you and him really just look like one of these annoying, deeply engrossed in each other couple. That kind of couple that makes all the desperate single people mad.
You shiver as Corazon fingers you with care, love, passion. “Maybe you’re goofy, but you really know what you do right now…” You sigh and he smiles lightly, circling your clit, watching you bite your lips. “And you’re really cute when your mouth is trying to stay quiet.”
You nuzzle your face in the crook of Corazon’s neck. “Rosi, I need you so bad right now.” His heart races at your words; he knows you need him. Your wetness is coating his fingers. Again, he glances around quickly, making sure no one is paying attention and that both his body and coat are protecting you before unfastening his pants. His thick cock springs free, already rock hard, leaking, ready for you. “Help me, sweetheart… You know better than me how clumsy I am even in a bed, so right now…” He almost begs, both scared of messing up or to reveal to everyone what’s happening under this feathered cocoon.
With a smile, you slightly lift up the hem of your dress and guide Corazon's hands on your hips, lining his tip with your cunt. “Just here, Rosi.” He lets out a soft groan that gets muffled against your neck at the feeling of your warmth enveloping his cockhead. As always, you take a deep breath as he eases you down onto his length one inch at a time. Each movement is careful, deliberate, and so taboo under your feathered bubble of privacy. “Look at me, sweetheart, you’re taking me so well…” He praises, bringing a strand of your hair behind your ear.
It’s a delicate dance of obscenity – the setting, and tenderness — Corazon’s love. It’s so sweet when he smears his lipstick on the corner of your lips. Oh, to watch his face… He’s trying his best to maintain a stoic expression, but his heart is racing. You don’t even know what’s turn you on the most: how he muffles his moans against your neck, or to know that no one around is noticing you’re not just hugging him, but instead impaling yourself on a thick, long cock.
Corazon’s big, goofy, yet so gentle hands guide your hips, helping you to find a rhythm. Nice and deep. Slow. Steady. Quiet. Just like him. He’s so good at playing games and fooling others, after all. With each movement, your eyes roll back. Fuck, you’re dripping wet. Corazon makes love so slowly, such a contrast to his massive frame, his intimidating aura when he’s faking an attitude in front of his brother. Right now, he’s just himself. A sweetheart. Praising you, caressing your body with reverence, trying his best to not fall on you and mess up. “You’re taking me so well…” He moans, you swallow his cute sounds with a deep kiss.
Yes, you’re just two people deeply in love. No one could guess you’re slowly being fucked into oblivion by your gentle, giant husband.
A moan escapes your lips – Corazon almost lost in balance, accidentally changing the angle. Now, his tip is bullying your sweet spot with each damn thrust. “Shh,” he whispers, brushing your lips partly open, caressing your face as you look at him through half-lidded eyes full of lust. But another moan falls free from your throat and another one. Corazon’s throbbing cock feels so good inside you, you feel so safe in his embrace, his coat smells like him – home, love, safety, tenderness, compassion.
Waves of pleasure growls in your stomach, Corazon covers your mouth with your palm, muffling your strangled scream. “Sweetheart, stop squeezing me… you feel too good,” he moans, your velvet walls clenching tightly around him, his hips snap forward instinctively, pounding into you deeply to chase that pleasure overwhelming the both of you. Sloshing noises, skin slapping against skin… Corazon pulls on your dress, playing with your breasts, his fingers circling your hard nipples. “Shh, you’re making too much noise.”
“I’m trying, Rosi… but…”
His fingers move from your breasts to your clit. Like a secret between the both of you, he nibbles your earlobe and whispers into your ear with a sensual, smooth, low voice sending shivers down your spine. “Silence, my heart, silence.”
You throw your head back, lips open, an uncontrollable, way too loud moan submerging you. Ashamed, face burning red, you look around. No one is paying attention. Everyone is living their life as if nothing happened, still eating, laughing, taking a sun bath, oblivious.
“You used your Devil Fruit…” Corazon nods. “Yes, my heart. Be as loud as you want now. I love your pretty moans.” You don’t hold back anymore, losing yourself in a frenzy, totally turned on by the obscene yet so intimate setting. Dripping wet, noisy, you rock your hips, you don't give a damn anymore about the sounds of skin slapping against skin, you totally let go in the arms of your home.
Corazon is your home.
Home is where you feel at peace.
You feel at peace whenever he’s around.
You’re riding him like if it was the last time you were allowed to hold him, feel him, love him, your eyes locked to his. Corazon doesn’t look at you - the word is way too weak. He’s admiring you, worshiping you with his eyes only, as if you were the most precious treasure across the seas, a sacred and forgotten canvas painted by the hands of the gods themselves.
The pleasures consume your trembling body, the waves ravishing you loudly. Yet as a dirty, precious secret only Corazon knows you came as he caresses your flushed face, whipping the little tears prickling at the corner of your eyes. “So beautiful.” He murmurs, his strong arms holding you close as he fills you up with his hot seed, his cock throbbing inside you.
How amazing he looks with makeup and hair all messy, his shaky hands holding your hips as if you were his lifeline.
You probably are.
He’s your lifeline as well.
As he keeps you close, chest against chest, heart interlaced, you listen to his heartbeat – calm, tranquil. A tranquil heart that was about to explode a few seconds ago. This date was perfect - steamy, lovely, silent yet so loud because it was Corazon. Whenever he’s touching you, admiring you, despite his calm nature, his eyes are screaming: my heart, I love you.
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The week before your birthday, your captor of three years decides to give you a gift
TW: slight nsfw ( kiss), slight non con ( kiss) mention of murder, slavery, harrament,, mention of sexual actions, mention of non con touching
Waking up in the morning was always a hard thing for you to do. It was especially hard because you never knew when morning was annymore. You've been held captive for almost three years underground. Your birthday in a week marked the third anniversary your captive has held you.
What started off as kidnapping you for ransom from your powerful and wealthy family ended with them all dead and him keeping you alive. Everyday you blamed your self for their deaths. If you would have never wandered off alone from your gaurds, he would have never took the opportunity to grab you. Your family would have never died.
Since that day, the only thing your captive decided you were useful for was cleaning. You awoke and quickly dressed in the only outfit you captor allowed you to keep, a (f/c) kimono you recieved on your birthday three years ago with the blood of your mother still on it, and went to the laundry room to fetch his laundry and bring it to his room.
The one place you hated to go to was into your captor Lord Orochimaru's room. it's especially more terrifying when he was in there, and he always was when you cleaned.
You hated how he looked at you. You hated how his eyes lazily wandered across your small form as you put his clothes away. You hated how he would look down your shirt when you bent over to pick up an item he "accidently" dropped in front of him. You hated when he touched you.
It was no secret amongst the others that Lord Orochimaru was weirdly obsessed with you. Everytime they saw you interact with him, he would always say or do something to you. However, the others knew their place, knowing that if they said or attempted to do anything about it they would be killed. They were forbidden to look at or interact with you in anyway.
You left the laundry room with a basket of Lord Orochimmaru's clothes and slowly started to walk to his room. It was a short walk From the laundry room. Even with how slow you were walking, you still managed to make it there quickly. You took a few shallow breaths before you walked in. As you walked in, there he was sitting on the edge of his bed with no shirt on.
You put your head down as you walked in. From the moment you walked into the room, you felt his golden eyes resting on you. You could feel his burning gaze with every step you took as you shakily put the clothes away as quickly as possible.
" (Y/N)", he finally spoke up. "Come here". Slowly, you make your way towards Lord Orochimaru. As you stood in front of him to him, you could feel the heat and sinister aura raidiating from his body as he stood up. You kept your head down, which amused him. "Look up darling, it wont kill you". he placed is calloused hand gently under your soft chin to slowly lift your face to look at him in his golden eyes.
As your head moved up, you took notice of how scarred his toned chest was. Your breathing slowed as you came to gaze upon his terrifyingly handsome face. A sinister smile formed on his face. "That's better, "he whispered.
"I understand that in one week it's your birthday am I correct?" you hesitantly shook your head yes. Orochimaru let out a laugh. "No do not shake your head. Let me hear you say it. Let me here your pretty voice say in one week it's your birthday."
You swallowed thr hard lump that was forming in your throat. "Y-yes m-my lord, my birthday is in one week." You rushed to get the sentence out.
"Now was that so hard," he asked.
Orochimaru did not wait for a response before walking away to the desk on the other side of the room. He opened the top drawer and pulled something out. He looked up at you and motioned you over like he was calling a child to him.
"I have a early birthday gift for you."
Once you made it to him, he put his hand out. In his hand was a tiny purple box with a green ribbon. You hesitantly took the box from him. You stared at it for a moment before Orochimaru broke your concentration.
"Go ahead, open it."
Slowly, you remove the ribbon and let it fall to the floor. You lift the lid to see the contents inside the box. Inside was a silver snake pendent with emerald green and purple ombre eyes. "Do you like it," Lord Orochimaru asked. You returned your gaze to his menacing eyes before you respond." I-it's beautiful you stutter out."
Orochimaru let out a slight chuckle and took the necklace out of the box. "Good," he replied as he made you turn around to put the pendant around your delicate neck. "I have decided that in one week, the night of your birthday I will have you. You will be in my bed with me and fufill my needs as my new bed slave. I've wanted to fuck you the day Kabuto brought you back here. I've waited for the right time and your birthday is the perfect time to have you."
You dropped the box and stood there with a look of horror on your face. After he fastned the necklace around your neck, you were made to turn around and face him. One look at your fear strickened face, he let out a chuckle and gently licked your nose.
"You shall move into my room in a few days. Don't worry, I wont touch you til your birthday."Your vision started to spin and sirens went off in your head. You barley heard what he said. In a small voice you reply "y-yes my lord."
Orochimaru then leaned down to give you a rough kiss on your gentle lips making sure to insert his serpent like tounge in as much as he could earning a small moan form you. "Save that for when I finally have you," he said as he pulled away, a small string of saliva connecting you two. "I can't wait to hear those beautiful moans when I'm fucking you. They will be like hearing music."
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You waitied til what you hoped was nightfall to sneak out of your room. After Lord Orochimaru made his proclimation, you ran out of his room. You felt numb the entire day. The only feeling you had was the feeling of the delicate pentant swing heavily around your fragile neck. Every time you grasped it in your tiny hands, it felt like it was melting your skin. You culd still feel the way his disgusting lips felt on yours as he kissed you.
To make the situation worse, he announced it to everyone that he was taking you as his wife. The look of pity on everyones faces as you passed them in the hallways would haunt you forever.
You decided that you had to escape. There was no way in hell you were to belong to him more than what he thought you did. You ripped off the pendant hanging loosley around your neck and threw it to the ground.
The hallways around the base were long and terrifiying leading do a series of dead ends. You had to dodge multiple gaurds patrolling the halls. Finding an exit would be tough.
After what seemed like an eternity walking, you finally saw it . You saw what looked like the outside world. As you moved closer,you could feel the breeze of the night air. You took small breaths as you slowly made your way to the exit. 'I'm finally free you thought.
As you took one single step outside the base, you felt a strong jerk to you fragile arm. You were pulled into a warm not so friendly embrace with the cold sharp metal of a kunai to your neck.
"It seems he was right. You were trying to run." Tears started to form in your gentle eyes as Kabuto began to lead you back into the base.
Kabuto led you to a room in the base you never knew existed. This room was more like a throne room with candles to dimly light the area and a chair suited for an emperor in the middle which was where he sat, the delicate pendant swinging in his right hand. He slowly stood and walked to the middle of the room where you stood.
"I saw her wandering the halls", Kabuto announced. "She tried to escape by the west exit".
"Is that so", Lord Orochimaru said while playing with a strand of you hair. "Since you are soo eager to atempt to escape me, i will have you locked away until your birthday." He turned you around and put the pendant back around your neck. He turned you back to face him. He had a dangerous lustful look in his eyes.
Summary !! My take on Yandere Neuvillette becuz he’s cute just very short :D and random !! (I skipped most of his voicelines in the archon quest, dont hate the player, hate the game (bro yaps like so much like cum on dawgs))
Oh he’d drive himself crazy. In my opinion, Neuvillette gets extremely jealous over nothing, only because he’s never been inlove before, he’s read about it, has seen it in others, he’s never understood why humans would go through such lengths, would deprive themselves, would kill themselves over such a thing as love. Neuvillette trusts you, it’s just that the problem lies within himself. He doesn’t understand it, it’s just, whatever he does, wherever he is, he needs you there. Somewhere close. And he makes this clear. Over time he starts to get too… primal with you. He starts to become insecure, he always has been. He’s a sovereign. Maybe he’s just too different. Maybe he’s not meant for you. Maybe he should just stop. All rationality is slowly being etched away when his mind begins to be plagued by images of you, all his logic and common sense, all his self preservation slowly fades when he realizes he just can’t stop. He can’t stop loving you. Whatever you did, it’s changed him and he can’t stop the growing warmth in his chest with every new thought of you. Everything about you drives him mad, and if he’s forced to watch from afar, watch you with someone else, whether you know or not know about him being the hydro sovereign, a raging storm would suddenly strike Fontaine. One way or another he will bring you back to him, just like how he always brings himself back to you. He is an unstoppable force, just like the love you hold for each other, is it not? Despite his more… dangerous tendencies, he would never hurt you, willingly. I’d say, even if you did notice his possessiveness and obsession with you, you’d find yourself loving him anyway. He’s just too sweet. He does genuinely feel sorry when he hurts you. He makes it clear he loves you and he just can’t help himself. He is the Iudex, but with you, he’s just himself. This vulnerable ‘man’ who just wants your love and attention on him. He still believes in justice after all. So devote yourself to him. Just as he has to you. It’s only fair.
.ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ TW : , Father-Daughter Incest, Noncon, Grooming, Experimentation, Use of Toys, Segment Orgy, Audience, Gaslighting, Manipulation .ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ
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Finding yourself hiding in his lab coat during surgeries, fiddling with his pockets, minutes might as well be hours to a child like you, looking at all the machines he would work with, hiding behind his leg while surrounded in his lab coat as you stared up at the way his hands held a mutation of sorts. Being a child and witnessing all the colorful buttons on the various interesting machines, any child would be frustrated after so long, just standing still, waiting for your father to finish his surgery.
So you would often fall asleep by his foot, an adorable and amusing sight to him once he looked down to find your head snuggled against his boots, a genuine smile. Was his smile genuine because he genuinely adored your adorable behavior? — Or was his smile genuine because he admired himself for his intellect and brilliance that led to creating you?
Your adorable childish attitude has indeed amused him, unfortunately, you would most likely just get in the way of his mobility, most likely to affect the surgery. He placed his bloody instruments back down, the snap of the rubber as he took his stained gloves off echoed through the operation room. With a soft dark chuckle he scooped you into his arms before a segment took you away so you wouldn’t bother anything.
You were no stranger to experiments, regularly having scheduled checkups or surgeries to study you. As a child you were used to the cold, used to the cold air in his lab, the freezing sanitized metal table you would sit and lay on, even your fathers cold gloved hands. Your fathers segments within the room, studying you as their prime examined every bit of your body. Various x-rays and scans, even spreading your legs and examining your folds. You were no stranger to crowds of segments just observing you as you solved various advanced equations and riddles, testing your iq, eq, even creativity. Studying until the next day had been built into your schedule, your fathers segments often lecturing you on various scientific fields.
Unfortunately, like your father, you had no friends. Often alone and entertaining yourself with a book or with a piece of scrap machinery. When you were given the opportunity to interact with other children your age, you were baffled and disgusted by their lack of knowledge, making it almost impossible for you to communicate. Your father had always told you how different the two of you were from the rest of society, and you couldn’t help but be thankful for it. It wasn’t any different with adults either, treating you like a toddler. Often making comments about your wide vocabulary, often saying such things as ‘Oh, that’s such a big word!’ It was truly tiresome and so you chose to spend your time with your father.
Reaching into your preteen years your father began a new routine. Your body is changing and developing, afterall, he must examine his treasured creation, he would say.
Your naked body laid on the pristine white hospital bed. Vulnerable to his gaze, looking at your chest, he gazed down your torso and to your hips. Your figure had begun to develop, focusing his attention onto your stomach before dropping his gaze further down to your hips, observing the growth of your pubic hairs. You had been softly mewling to yourself as he poked and prodded at your skin. With a cold gloved hand, he grazed the side of your hip, a signal for you to flip onto your stomach, his hand slipping under your hips, bringing your ass up. He squeezed your ass, his thumb pulling back the soft skin to reveal your hole. He remained silent as he mentally took note of all the changes that he had observed, his eyes drifting back to your flushed face, he couldn’t help the mischievous smirk that crept onto his face.
“Someone’s a bit frustrated, aren’t we?” He teased, his deep dark voice made your knees weak, as if he was mocking you for being so aroused. His gloved hand softly rubbing your ass.
Already well versed with human anatomy and reproduction at a very young age, you didn’t show much interest in the traditional ways of reproduction. But your hormones were working against your mind, the carnal desire rising every second your untouched hole and clit ached. It was freezing but you felt so hot, with his hands touching your naked body while your ass was propped up to reveal more. He was obviously just toying with you at that point.
You were an intelligent child, you knew what your body wanted, so with a devilish grin his finger trailed your folds, earning an unexpected soft carnal moan of desire from you. A side of your face was buried into a soft white pillow. Your father was a cruel cruel man, you knew that much. You were so utterly wet, you desperately needed relief, so at a desperate attempt you rubbed your hand against your folds. You looked so pitiful. His little creation, his daughter, on her knees, with her ass up and face down, itching for release.
His lips to your ears, sending teasing little breaths down your neck, taking pity on you, he decided to give you an ounce of satisfaction. “Look at yourself, utterly pitiful. A shame we all must bend to carnal desires, don’t you think, my child?” He let his middle finger slip through your folds, rubbing your aching clit for you. You whined in response, hoping he would rub harder. “You’re familiar with the concept of masturbation but I suppose you’ve never had the urge to do so until now. Poor little thing, yet to discover the pleasures of the flesh… the feeling of coming, and wanting to do so until your vision fades. But not to worry your pretty little hole” He spoke as his index finger pressed up against your opening “I’ll teach you very very well…”
You soon felt his finger press harder against you, screaming as you felt him circle your entrance, he began to drag it up and back down slowly, with a certain rhythm. His thumb playfully toying with your swollen clit, rubbing circles around it. You were left weak and crying, your moans getting louder as a knot in your stomach began to build. Moaning to your father about the strange sensation while his other hand had been leisurely playing with your ass, squeezing and slapping it to his content. Everytime you sobbed about the sensation, he merely shut you down, repeatedly telling you “not yet” until finally, you heard him calmly say “go ahead…” And so you did, you let yourself come undone by just his hand. A scream left you as you rolled your eyes back. Your first orgasm, achieved by your fathers skills. He pulled his slick finger out, the insane thought of licking his finger covered in your orgasm came to mind, and since when was he one for being selfless? You rode out your high and let your body collapse back onto the bed. Your mind still dazed, all you could think about was the pleasure.
Since that day your daily routine had changed. He’s been more affectionate to you, you used to think nothing of it when he kissed your neck and jawline but after the day he opened your body to new overwhelmingly addictive feelings, arousal was always in the air. Everything became so utterly lewd to you, surprised to discover your new test were to use dildos, vibrators, even having to ride a segments face to ‘check your endurance’. You were becoming a whore for your father well into your preteens, your evenings with him spent in lewd activities. He absolutely adores seeing his most precious creation be needy for him. He records, or rather films everything. When the two of you are alone at home, he loves to film you riding him. While he’s lecturing you, your face is buried into the pillow as your eyes try and focus on the words on the page, his hips slamming against yours as his words fall deaf to your ears. Loves to play with your clit and finger you while you still wore your underwear when he’s bored doing some menial important documents he can’t trust his segments with.
He’s become a very affectionate man to you behind closed doors, before he goes on a long mission he makes sure to ruthlessly love and fill you up the night and morning before he leaves. It’s required that you must make out with him before bidding him goodbye. You’ve grown used to the constant sex and affection, so has he, becoming separated for a long period of time without your presence is unnerving to him. Ever since he created you he had looked after you, cared for you, made sure you were well loved. It was hard for both of you whenever he had no choice. But once left alone, you can’t help but doubt his affections, wondering if it was just another way of manipulation. But once his segments and himself showered you with affections yet again, you’re reminded that he did admire you, adored your very existence, in his own sick and twisted way.
Dottore fell in love with a test subject. Now wouldn’t that be a classic cliché? The villain falls in love with the heroine. The difference is, you were no heroine. Just another character lurking in the background. You were just another one of his countless lab assistants and the closest thing he could ever possibly have to an actual friend. But, oh, well. It is what it is. That’s all you could muster up as you saw him almost flirt with the blonde. Hm. Ah. Oh, well, he certainly tried. You would say he was doing great but the expression he left on the traveler and Paimon would say otherwise. They looked absolutely mortified. All you could do was resume your documentation and keep quiet. Even if you were to do something about it, what would you do? And why in the first place? Because it was pathetic? Were you really going to tell your superior he looked pathetic trying to flirt with a test subject? Ha, if the madman were to gain some sanity, then you would. But let’s both be honest, that’s just never going to happen. It was certainly inappropriate. But who were you to tell a harbinger that? Il Dottore, nonetheless. As far as you know everything this man has done falls under the category of inappropriate. But there was nothing you could do, even if there was something you could do, you believed there was no point.
A sigh of relief escaped passed your lips as you saw the traveler hop off the examination table. You seemed to have been holding your breath for quite a while. Plopping the stack of documents down on a nearby table. A hand reached for one of the papers, paying no mind to you. His grin remained on his face. Menacingly chuckling like a madman.
“Your results are astonishing, just as I predicted.
He continued on. You on the other hand could not wait to get out of this facility. But something inside you also dreaded the thought. You didn’t know why. Your eyes seemed to go dull, your ears began to start ringing, your vision blurred. Rubbing the bridge of your nose as you closed your eyes for a little. Clearing your throat as you realized this wasn’t going to go away any time soon, might as well bear with it. Standing up straight you stood in silence, waiting. The traveler was no ordinary adventurer, you knew that much. You knew she had some connections with the abyss, she must be more than 500 yrs old yet she looked so young. There’s nothing wrong with that of course. Although to say Dottore had fallen in love with her was wrong. His love will always be in his work. By “her” you meant power, her abilities, the exhilarating fact that she was unknown, a mystery, the countless possibilities he could achieve with her. He didn’t care for looks. You knew your own superior that much. But the sight was odd. But why would you care? You didn’t. God, you wish you didn’t. You cared how much they were going to waste their precious time, yes. Only because you wanted to go home. You weren’t jealous.
Were you? No. No, to have someone like him have a thing for you was repulsing, insulting, even. So then why did you dread the thought of him showing interest in somebody else? Wait, was this really what you were doing right now? Analyzing why he was hitting on the traveler instead of you. This was ridiculous. Get back to work. You don’t care. You don’t want to care. And you don’t need to care. You don’t have, want, need to care and you certainly wouldn’t have to. You were a nobody, for crying out loud. The best you’re going to get in life is a stable income, a “safe” home, enough for you to survive. You don’t need this crap and you don’t want it either. Despite Dottores behavior and reputation, he pays well, although his tendencies to lash out didn’t exactly provide a “stable” job. Considering at any time you made a mistake you could end up in the dark back alleys of Snezhnaya. You knew one day you could no longer keep his attention on you. No matter how many times you’ve endured his retched thoughts, his constant rants, his tantrums. He didn’t and could never appreciate your presence in the end. But both of you didn't care. So really what’s the point?
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