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[achilles]

💕 VOYEUR

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MAXEN ASHLEY COLCHESTER

@COLCHESTER

💗 PERFORMER

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💌 PATRON REQUESTS

💕 Request #1: "Everyone knows how much cum you have stored up. Or maybe they don't? In any case, has the thought of restraint ever crossed your mind, Mister President? 72hrs, no cumming, no exceptions."

💕 Request #2: "You have a demented mind, don't you? Orchestrate a scene between any two people — make it kinky. The more depraved, the more I'll give you, hunk."

💕 Request #3: "Quit denying yourself the things you really want. Here's my generous offer: stage a kidnapping with a person of your choice. They can be in on it or not — either way, capture them, drag them back to a convenient location, and do whatever you can do to them in a one hour limit. The nastier the more money you get, Bronze Tier."

PROFILE

Top dom, trained in the art of domination. Doesn't skimp on the aftercare. Best requested for: kink scenes.

⚠️ PERFORMER NOTES:

Hard limits: bottoming (maybe? well ...). Specializes in domestic BDSM, impact play, shibari, kink scenes. Best paired with bratty submissives.

DETECTED KINKS

#BDSM #PREDATOR/PREY #THROATFUCKING #CNC ⚠️ #RAPE FANTASY ⚠️ #SHIBARI #CUCKING #CRYING #CUM KINK #SLAPPING

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[hymen]

Why? Finally had enough of me?

[achilles]

I’m messaging because I’m scared you’ll stop writing me back. Even when I’m pissed at you, you’re the only thing I want.

I was just wondering if this is all there is, for us. Just the fantasy. Just hurting each other.

[hymen]

I'm not going to stop writing you back.

[ so he finally admits it in writing. that this is all there is to embry. that loving him is like running a charity house. and even then, embry knows he wouldn't ever leave even if ash gave him one scrap of attention every seven years. ]

Guess so.

[achilles]

( another thoughtful wait. )

What would your vows sound like?

[hymen]

[ he doesn't answer for a long time. puts his phone away and tries to forget about ash and this horrible fucking question, offensive on a molecular level. it's torture. the whole thing is torture, and their pain is what some perverted asshole is jerking it to right now. lucky bastard, since the two of them have no shortage of it.

hours later — ]

They'd be short. I don't want a long ceremony, when I'd spend the whole time thinking of how we could already be christening our wedding night instead of embarrassing ourselves in front of our families.
I wouldn't even want to say them. Not because I wouldn't mean them, but because they're just meant to stay between us. You, me, and Greer are the only people who need to know how I feel.
But I'd tell you the truth. That you're the only reason I'm standing here. Not because you're making me marry you, but because I wouldn't be anywhere at all without you. I'd be bones and dirt in Carpathia. I'd be nothing.
You're my whole life. You and Greer. There's nothing else I'd need to say.

[achilles]

( it's so saccharine to ash, so dreamlike, such a thing he's never considered before with any meticulousness — it's a treasure, something of insurmountable value, to have embry's truths offered with only a little blood. bittersweet only in that it isn't real, that it'll never be real — and yet it is still true, which ash can tell only because of how badly it hurts him. )

You could never be nothing, because you're everything to me. I wish you'd let yourself be happy. Or have the things that you want.

I want to give you everything in your heart.

[hymen]

[ the warmth of ash's love and the sharp edge of bitterness. it all twists up into brambles of confusion, of a hard desire to stay standing and the desperate need to sink to his knees. ]

You know that's not true because you know what's in my heart.

[ all his ugliness, the darkness, the lure of running towards death, his warped sense of justice. his burning need to erect walls and towers and actual fucking mountains between ash and anything that might hurt him. doesn't that include him? but with it are all the things he won't let see the light of day — the well of his love, how sweetly his soul sighs for surrender. how small he wants his world to be, and how content it would make him. ]

I have to do what I believe in. You would do the same, even if it hurt me. Even if I hated you.

[ the cruel irony is that he never believed in anything before he met ash, moving through life as if it was meaningless. a giant fucking joke. and then came ash, with his goodness and nobility and discipline, teaching him one hard lesson after another about what it meant to be a real man and not a waste of goddamn space. ]

Do you hate me?

[achilles]

We see very different things when we look at your heart.

Of course you do.

( but what is it he believes in? ash's inability to handle the problem at hand. it's the cyclical nature of stories, that once again tragedy echoed from hundreds of years ago, hazel-groved and acorn-crowned — ultimately, even dying isn't enough to convince embry of the truth of all things. it's the same story here as it was home, in america, in d.c., at the presidential debate. i think you're weak.

he put ash's ring all while running against him. the no hard feelings of a political campaign. i love you, but i don't trust you. the bottom line. )

I don't hate you.
Sometimes I want to strangle you, and other times I want to fuck you in half. Other times still, I want to lock you away somewhere only I have access to, and make your whole world start and end with me.
But I don't hate you. I'm not capable of it.