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jeonginsleftcheek · 4 months ago

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Dolly

pairing: hyunjin x afab!reader

synopsis: you feel lonely and buy a new sex doll on the market, not knowing what you got yourself into.

genre: smut, fluff, sci-fi

word count: 10.3k

warnings: alcohol, multiple sex scenes, unprotected sex, oral (f and m), squirting, creampies

a/n: spooktober continues🤭🫶🏻 if u love black mirror, these are vibes for u! also i'm sorry if the ending seems rushed but i have two more things to write for hyunjin before i continue with my spooktober🫠

!!! this fic has an ambiguous ending

~ divider by @bunnysrph

~ Masterlist

~ Dolly masterlist

Your cursor hovers over the 'continue to payment' button.

Are you really doing this?

It's embarassing enough that you can't get a date lately, and everyone around you keeps bugging you about it, asking when you're going to find a partner already.

Like you need one. You were perfectly fine alone.

But everyone has needs, and the ad for the new sex dolls that have just come out on the market looked enticing.

Each one of the new models was a unique one, only one of them made as it was sort of a trial run for them and your attention was captured by Hyunjin, the romantic doll.

It was expensive too, but you had money saved up on the side and thought, why not get something for your pleasure and try something new as well.

'Fuck it!', you thought and clicked on the button, purchasing the doll; there was no going back now.

Eagerly, you awaited the day it would be delivered to your door and three weeks later, there was a big box in the middle of your living room.

Biting on your lip, you stare at the box as your heartbeat quickens.

In the pictures, it looked so real. Like it was a real human being and to say you were a bit disturbed was an understatement.

But as freaky as it was, you were still so curios about it so you opened up the box slowly, your eyes wide for the peculiarity of it all. There were covers neatly placed over the doll, and bubble wrap just about everywhere, but on top of it all was a letter.

You opened it up and it read;

Hello,

my name is Hyunjin and I am your romantic doll.

I love art, good food and wine, long walks on the beach and heartwarming movies.

Please, treat me with great care as I am sensitive, and no matter what you do with me, always end it with cuddles.

Hope you come to love me as much as I already love you.

As you read that, you couldn't help being a little freaked out by the doll professing his love to you, but you had to remind yourself it's just the creators of it who wrote the letter, making the concept more real and human to give some kind of comfort to the buyer and personality to the doll.

Taking a deep breath, you remove all the bubble wrap and slide off the cover.

"Oh." you gasp loudly, your hand slapped on your mouth as you finally see the doll.

He looks too real to be just a doll and for a second you just stare into his eyes, unmoving but somehow warm, his facial features chiseled to perfection, his lips plump and inviting.

Your eyes travel down to see he was dressed in a nice button up, intricate flower patterns sewn into the material, coupled with nice pants and even some very expensive looking shoes.

The doll had jewelry on, his nails were painted, there was so much detail on it; he even had a mole under his eye. You marvelled at the dedication of the people who made it and obviously put a lot of though into Hyunjin.

You notice then that there is a note sticking out of the shirt's pocket and you carefully pick it up.

My love!

I got dressed for our first date!

Hopefully you like it and enjoy our first romantic night together.

"Wow, they really went all out with this." you say out loud as you look at the doll, the next question forming in your mind.

How heavy is the doll?

You spend a few more minutes just examining it with your eyes, too nervous to touch it and you can't get over the way it looks just like a real human being.

You rest your hand on the box, your fingertips gently grazing the doll's cheek.

"Oh!" you gasp, retracting your hand. It feels like real skin and with wide eyes your hand moves closer to his face again, your palm pressing slowly against his cheek.

"Are you alive?" you chuckle to yourself but the doll doesn't answer or move at all, just as you expected.

Your fingers slowly explore the doll's face, his lips are plushy and they seem actually kissable, the material they used, whatever it was, made it seem like they were real human lips.

You lean in closer to take a better look into his eyes, your hand coming up to play with locks of dark hair, which again, seems like real hair, the little curls are soft to the touch and bounce back as you pull on them gently.

Now you're leaning so close to him, and you can smell the nice, comforting scent radiating off of the doll. You've no idea what they used, but he smells fresh and flowery.

"Okay, let's get you out of the box." you lean back and hook your hands under the doll's arms before making it sit up.

His head falls to the side a little, making you feel a bit creeped out because it really seemed like you were handling a dead person instead of an actual doll, but the only indication that it wasn't a dead human is the lightness of it.

He wasn't as light as a feather but he wasn't as heavy as dead weight either.

"Maybe the couch?" you talk to yourself as you look over to your comfy couch, the pillows fluffed up already and a soft blanket thrown over it.

Somehow, thankfully to your regular exercise, you manage to lift the doll into your arms and carry him to the couch.

The way he slumps when you put him down, again freaks you out a little, but for some weird reason you're even more interested in how you can actually use the doll.

You prop him to sit nicely and turn on the tv to some art channel, remembering how the doll 'said' that he likes art.

"I hope that's what you enjoy." you shrug and throw the fluffy blanket over the doll's legs, folding his soft hands into his lap, before you go back to the box to find the manual.

"Here it is." you dig out the booklet and start reading.

They listed the materials but you still had no idea what they were so it flew over your head. There was also a page with pictures of the other dolls and the makers' letter to the customers, thanking them for purchasing the doll.

Flipping the pages, you find what you were looking for.

Your face becomes red as you read the doll's 'abilites', including that his thing can vibrate and cum, he reacts to your touch and that he has a usb charger that gets plugged into the back of his neck.

"W-wow." you nod to yourself as you keep reading until you flip to the last page.

WARNING!

If there are any malfunctions with any part of the doll, please contact our services.

The doll can bathe in water except the charger opening so be aware of that.

Please do not disfigure or mutilate the doll.

Do not throw the doll into the trash.

Do not break, bruise or cut the doll.

If you're not satisfied, you can always return it to us and get your money back.

If you've purchased our Hyunjin doll, do not be too harsh on him considering he's sensitive.

Hope you enjoy the romantic soul you chose!

Bruise? The doll can bruise?

Why are they talking about it like it's alive?

You gulp and turn to look at the couch but the doll is unmoving, turned towards the tv, same position as before.

You peek back into the big box to find another, smaller box inside it, that was beneath the doll's feet earlier.

You carefully take it out, putting it on the floor and opening it curiously.

Inside, you found a change of clothes, more casual looking ones and something to be used as sleep wear. It was like getting a Barbie doll with all her outfits when you were a kid.

So bizzare, yet it made you feel excited in a way.

After getting up, you decide to clean up the mess you made with the bubble wrap and put the box away in your closet, just in case, if you ever wanted to return him.

"Okay." you nod and come back to peek at the doll.

The television screen reflects in his eyes, his hands crossed in his lap, just how you left him and relief washes over you.

Why are you even scared?

You shake your head and decide to prepare lunch.

You're in your kitchen, listening to some slow music as you cook, completely forgetting about the doll sitting in your living room.

That is, until the volume of the tv suddenly increases making you jolt and gasp.

Your back straightens as you turn off the stove.

Slowly turning around, you stare at the direction the sound is coming from.

You swallow and make your way to your couch, you don't know what to expect but the doll is still in the same position you left it, the tv remote is out of his reach, down on the coffee table.

You grab it and decrease the volume before looking back at the doll.

"If that wasn't you, we have ghosts in this apartment. But if it was you, you're obviously wanting my attention." you cross your arms as you stare at him.

Nothing.

"Fine, I will eat lunch with you." you declare before going back to the kitchen to get yourself food.

You mostly eat in front of your tv anyways, not caring about any rules since you live alone, enjoying the freedom it brings you.

Settling down next to Hyunjin, you pull the blanket over your legs too and start eating.

You chuckle to yourself, if someone saw you right now, they'd think you're absolutely insane, sitting down next to an inanimate doll that looks eerily human.

You take a peek at Hyunjin, sighing as he sits still.

"You do look alive. But I'm literally talking to myself." you say and of course get no answer.

Shrugging, you continue about your day, washing dishes and doing laundry, enjoying your selfcare routine after getting your apartment in order, your Hyunjin doll observing your movements from the couch.

In the evening hours, you finally come back to him.

"Are you tired of being in the same position?" you ask, knowing there will be no answer.

"We can have dinner now." you add and leave to the kitchen to bring out some food and a bottle of wine.

"This is insane. Top 5 weirdest things I've done." you talk to yourself as you look down at your black satin nightgown, with lace details on the top, perfectly resting on your chest. "Maybe it even takes up the first place."

You settle next to Hyunjin once again, changing his position a little as you fill up two glasses of wine.

"Our first date, I guess?" you sigh with a chuckle before drinking the wine.

His glass stands full on the coffee table, untouched as you start eating next to him once again.

"I guess I should tell you a bit about myself. I work in an office. I hate my job but it pays the bills." you say, "I always wanted to be in a band though. Played guitar in high school. Never got too far with that. I love art too, you know, any shape or form of it. Maybe that's why I chose you. You seem like an artist. Or you would be if you were real, ha." you chuckle, yapping away as you keep drinking the wine, the doll listening to you without moving.

You keep pouring the wine into both his and your glass but it's only you drinking from both glasses.

It gives you a nice buzz, warmness that spreads through your body and manifests itself between your legs.

Usually, you'd play with your vibrator or dildo but seeing as you got a literal sex doll, you thought you should use him for the purpose he's made for.

"Now, what do I do with you?" you smirk, your hand coming up to play with the doll's hair, twirling the lock in your fingers.

"I mean, I can do anything I want." you nod, scooting closer to the doll.

"I feel fucking crazy." you laugh, pulling the covers off of Hyunjin.

Your hand is pressed on his thigh as you touch him gently through his clothes, your mind still marvelling at the fact that he feels like a real human being.

"I'm curious." you whisper, your fingertip playing with the button of his shirt, wanting to see what he looks like underneath the nice clothes they made him wear.

Slowly, you start unbuttoning the doll, taking your time with it, as anticipation builds up, creating a swirl of excitement inside you.

When you pop open the last button, you open up the shirt and gasp.

"Wow." you lick your lips at the sight, the doll's nipples look aroused, his stomach is toned, it looks like there's a vein leading down into his pants making your eyes fall down at his crotch.

You still have no idea how they made him look so real but you're eager to explore, planting your hands on his chest, running them up and down to his stomach, tracing the vein with your fingertips.

You run your hands back up to his nipples and flick them gently with your thumb before pinching them experimentally.

Gasping, you notice a growing bulge in the doll's pants.

"Am I pushing the right buttons?" you chuckle at your own joke as you continue playing with his nipples.

Your impatience however doesn't let you stall for too long, so your hands make their way down to the hem of his pants.

"Let's see." with a smirk you unbutton and unzip his pants, pulling them down with a little struggle as you have to lift him up a little.

You place your hands on his thighs, squeezing the flesh a little, watching as his cock twitches like he was really alive.

"You really do react to touch." you gasp in wonder, what kind of technology was this?

They even put underwear on him which you think is a nice touch but at this point, you were too curious not to slide them off immediately.

"Woah!" you gasp as his cock springs free of its confines.

You think it's the biggest and most beautiful cock you've ever seen, framed by a neatly cut bush, a visible vein running up the whole length.

You stare at it for a little while before you wrap your hand around it, your other hand fondling his balls.

It feels real once again, like he's throbbing and twitching, hot and heavy on your palm, a bead of precum at the tip.

"What in the hell?" you mumble, your finger swiping at the tip as you gather the liquid and bring it to your lips.

You suck your finger into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and tasting the sweetness of the doll.

How he tasted so sweet was beyond you.

"Fuck it." you chuckle, pulling off your nightgown and tossing it aside, which leaves you completely naked like the doll is.

"I didn't even kiss you. Not very romantic of me." you smirk as you throw your leg over Hyunjin, sitting in his lap, your wet folds pressed against his cock.

You lean in and press a kiss to his lips, and of course the doll doesn't kiss back but his lips move with your movement and it feels good as you grind on his hard length.

"Look at you. Letting me do all the work like all the rest of them." you scoff with a smirk and at that, the doll's cock twitches a little too hard against you, almost pushing inside you.

"Wow. Someone's excited." you stare at the doll's eyes but there is nothing in there to indicate that he was in fact listening to you.

"For how much you cost, I hope this is worth it." you shrug and grip the base of his cock, guiding it inside you.

Sitting down on his length has you gasping as he fills you up perfectly, like his cock was made exactly for your pussy to take.

Your grip the doll's shoulders and use it for what you intended to when you clicked on that purchase button.

No matter how turned on you are though, staring at Hyunjin's almost expressionless face proves to be a turn off so you lean forward, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you press your chest to his and continue bouncing on him.

Save for the fact that his hands lay limp on the side, his skin feels human and he feels kind of warm, like there was something inside the doll, warming it up.

"F-fuck." you whimper as the head of his cock brushes against the spongy spot inside you, it's like the more wet you get and the harder you fuck on him, his cock responds to you.

"R-right hand for activation." you repeat the instruction from the manual, as you blindly search for his right hand, sliding your fingertips on his wrist to his palm, your head leaned on his shoulder as you slowly gyrate your hips.

Your fingers interlace with his and it feels almost like Hyunjin grips your hand back, making you jump a little but before you can move away, his cock starts vibrating inside you.

"A-ah!" you moan loudly as your other arm curls around him, holding onto him while you fiddle with his fingers, your legs clamping around him as you start falling apart.

"G-gonna cum!" you whimper, burying your face in Hyunjin's neck and he smells so nice, feels so good as his cock keeps vibrating against your spot, bringing you to your high quickly.

The ecstasy you feel as the vibrations persist, prolonging your orgasm, overstimulating you while you ride the feeling makes you miss the single blink that Hyunjin's eyes make before returning to their original glassy and unmoving state.

"Too much." you whimper, squeezing his thumb and the vibrations stop.

You know that the left hand brings a happy end to the doll but you're not sure if you're done with it yet.

Leaning back to finally look at his face has you a little disappointed as you don't notice any kind of change on his face.

"Kinda wish you were real." you whisper, hugging the doll as you start bouncing on his hard cock again, bringing yourself easily to another orgasm.

You squeeze the doll's left hand after that, and feel spurts of warm cum shooting inside you as his cock twitches, the head bruising against your spot violently as he fills you up with copious amounts of the sticky substance.

You're pretty sure the neighbors can hear you moan as you cum again, the feeling of being filled up to the brim satisfies you and has your eyes rolling in the back of your head.

"Wow." you breathe hard, your cheek leaned on Hyunjin's shoulder as you grip his wrists while you come down.

You lean back to look at the doll again.

Were his lips slightly upturned before?

In the fogginess of your orgasms, you couldn't tell or think straight.

"Be right back." you slide off of him and make your way to the bathroom, taking a quick five minute shower before you grab a wet cloth to clean the doll up.

He sits how you left him, and you kneel between his legs to clean him up carefully.

His cock is not completely soft nor hard anymore, it's somewhere in the middle, but as you touch it gently, it seems to react and twitch again.

"You came already." you smirk and experimentally pinch the tip of Hyunjin's cock, but nothing happens except the member twitching again.

You stand up with a sigh, covering him with the blanket again before you leave for the bathroom to get ready for bed.

Just as you turn on the water to wash your mouth out, you hear something akin to a sigh coming from your living room.

You freeze, turning off the water and listening closely but you only hear the quiet buzz of the lamp above your mirror.

Maybe you were just imagining things.

You shake your head and finish your business before going back to Hyunjin.

"I'm too tired to dress you now, but boxers should be enough." you say and struggle to get him dressed, almost giving up during the process.

"I should just keep you naked in my bed to avoid the hassle." you say, lifting him up and carrying him to your bed.

"Cuddles, right? I do love me some cuddles too." you say with a tired smile as you adjust Hyunjin in your bed.

You join him under the covers and lean on your elbow as you lay sideways, staring down at him.

"How'd they make you look and feel so real?" your hand is on his cheek, and you trace his eyebrows, his nose and lips.

Fingertips travel to his ears, down to his neck and his chest.

"Don't come alive and scare me while I'm sleeping, Hyunjin." a shadow passes in his eyes as you say his name but you're too busy caressing his toned stomach to notice.

"Night." you kiss his lips before turning off the lamp and laying your head on his shoulder.

Somehow, you adjust his arms so that it seems like he's holding you and you throw your leg over his, your hand tracing patterns on his chest and side.

It was like hugging and kissing your pillow in high school, except this one took the shape of a human being.

With thoughts and questions about Hyunjin swimming in your head, you fall asleep quickly, not noticing how the doll's arms tighten around you ever so slightly.

Early in the morning as your alarm starts blaring loudly and annoyingly, you groan and stir, almost forgetting about Hyunjin being next to you.

"Oh!" you gasp. "Good morning, dolly." you say after turning the alarm off, as he stares at the ceiling.

"Sadly, I gotta go to work and leave you here alone. You better behave while I'm out." you lift a finger up menacingly, but there's a playful smile on your face.

"Man, I'm crazy." you shake your head before leaning in to leave a nice, wet smooch on Hyunjin's cheek.

"I'll come say bye before I leave."

And you do so, after eating breakfast and getting ready, you're back in your room.

"Should I put you in the living room so you can watch tv?"

The doll never answers.

"Maybe, yeah. You'll be bored lying in bed all day." you nod and carry Hyunjin to your couch.

You make him comfy, cover him with the blanket, card your fingers through his messy hair and then turn on the tv, leaving the remote in his lap.

"Gonna be late because of you." you sigh and lean down to place a kiss on the doll's lips.

"Be a good doll."

And with that you finally leave your apartment.

All day at work, you can't help but wonder if your Hyunjin doll somehow came alive, and for some reason you were looking forward to seeing him even if he didn't.

"What's got you so happy? Finally got laid?" your coworker chuckles as you stand in the office kitchen making yourself some coffee, you know she always gossips about you behind your back so you don't wanna give her the time of the day.

"Mind your business, Amanda." you answer quickly, turning to leave back to your office.

"Okay, you didn't then." she calls behind you with a giggle but you decide to ignore her.

"Fucking bitch." you mutter to yourself as you close the door.

The rest of the day goes by uneventfully and you can't wait to drive back home to Hyunjin.

"I'm home!" you yell out as soon as you step inside, hearing that the tv is still on, nothing out of the ordinary.

You make your way to your living room to find Hyunjin in the exact same position as you left him almost 9 hours ago, the remote still next to his right hand, the same channel you turned on this morning on the tv.

For some reason, your shoulders slump.

"Well, I guess you've been a good doll and took my warning literally." you shrug a little.

"Still, I want to reward you. As soon as I eat and take a nap that is." you add and go about your routine, eating lunch, taking a shower and of course changing into your comfy clothes, which at this time of the year consisted of an oversized t-shirt and panties.

"Let's take a nap together, dolly." you say to Hyunjin as you lift him up and move him to your bed again.

You lay him on his side, then mirror his position, taking his arm and wrapping it around your waist, the other comfortably under your neck.

Tracing patterns on his stomach and chest again, you start talking.

"Your life is so easy. From the couch to the bed, you don't even have to work or go anywhere. Meanwhile, I have to endure fucking Amanda every day at work. Do you have any idea how bitchy that woman is?", you talk as you cuddle your doll. "She has to know eeeeverything about eeeeeveryone. Soon, she'll crawl up my ass just to look at my insides."

You look at Hyunjin's face and for a moment it seems as if his eyes moved.

"Are you listening to me, perhaps?" you whisper, your hand on his cheek. "I know I'm probably crazy. But I'm glad I got you. Even though you're a bit creepy, you bring me comfort." you add, tucking your head into his neck.

"I'm gonna sleep now."

Slowly blinking your eyes awake, you feel warmness enveloping you that's not coming just from your blanket but from Hyunjin.

Quickly, you realize that somehow his thigh ended up pressed against your core, your leg thrown over him as you scooted closer to him in sleep.

"Oh." a little sound escapes your lips as you grind against his warm thigh, feeling wetness on your panties.

Before looking up at him, you press a kiss to his collarbone and it seems like his thigh moves against you once, making you jolt.

"Hey." you look up at him, but his eyes are unmoving as always.

You observe his face but the throbbing between your legs makes you grind against him again.

"F-feels good." you whimper, leaning in and kissing him, letting your tongue dart out and lick at the plump lips.

You feel his erection press against your other thigh, the one flush against him and you chuckle a little.

"Someone likes me a lot." you say, leaning back to look at him.

It looks like there's a small smile on his face that you swear wasn't there before.

"Hm." you squint your eyes as you stop your movements.

"Gotta try something." you declare after a moment of silence, lifting up and removing the blanket.

You push Hyunjin on his back, hooking your fingers in his boxers and pulling them off of him.

"Aw, you really do like me a lot." you smirk at the sight of the doll's cock, twitching and leaking again like it did yesterday.

"I'll give you some attention, you deserved it."

You spread his legs, adjusting them so you can kneel between his thighs and you lean down.

"I haven't done this in a while. You can't complain though." you chuckle a little as you grip his cock and let your tongue dart out, catching the sweet tasting precum with it.

You don't understand how he tastes so sweet, it's hard to put your finger on what exactly the taste is but it makes you want more so you swirl your tongue around his head, your moans muffled as you swallow the sweet liquid.

"Mm. Fuck you taste good." you whine and put your lips around him again, slowly taking more of him in as you bob your head up and down.

Sucking cock like that is not your favorite thing to do, sometimes it makes you feel uncomfortable but having Hyunjin be so still and so tasty has your arousal pooling on your panties and you keep wanting more.

You take as much as you can, coating his cock in your saliva, your tongue pressing along his vein as you fondle his balls has him twitching inside you.

You smirk and grip his left hand, spurts of hot cum hitting your throat and it tastes even sweeter than before as you whimper and swallow everything.

"Damn hot." you whine, quickly getting rid of your shirt and panties, before you take his now completely wet cock in your hand and start jerking him off to make him hard for you again.

It doesn't take long to excite the doll and you decide to turn your back to him and fuck on his cock like that so that you don't have to look into his lifeless eyes while pleasing yourself.

You sit on him and push his cock inside yourself, your warm cunt engulfing his entire length easily.

"Mm." you gyrate your hips as you close your eyes and enjoy teasing yourself, your wet pussy coating his navel and balls.

"God, you're perfect Hyunjin." you whine and start fucking on him.

In the deep throes of passion as you bounce on him, your nails digging into his thighs for support, your eyes closed in pure bliss, you don't notice anything.

You don't notice Hyunjin blinking, his lips opening to speak but nothing comes out.

He can't move no matter how hard he tries and once again his eyes go back to the glassy state they're always in.

"Gonna cum." you whine loudly, gripping his right hand and he starts vibrating inside you, pushing you over the edge and making you scream as you squirt all over him.

"Fuck." you whine as your eyes focus, noticing you have left red marks in his thighs.

"Oh. Did I hurt you?" you gasp, your fingertips gently running over the marks.

"Didn't mean to." you look back at him but he lays still.

His cock twitches inside you and you grip his left hand, making the doll fill you up as you slowly ride him.

You lift up slowly, his cum sliding down your inner thigh together with your release.

"Made a mess of you, dolly." you look at the state of him.

"Maybe a bath?" he doesn't answer but still you prepare a bath and place him in it, careful of the usb opening on his neck.

You get inside after him, settling between his legs and leaning your back on his chest.

"Why are you so warm, Hyunjin?" you caress his arm as you hold it, his other one thrown over your stomach.

Sighing, you lean on his shoulder and close your eyes, trying to relax in the warm water, as Hyunjin 'held' you.

You still couldn't understand how they made him, but you were willing not to think about that, as he brought you a kind of comfort you didn't expect, making you wanna indulge in that feeling for as long as you could.

It's been exactly two months since you've gotten your Hyunjin doll, and ever since then you've loved spending every day with him.

You talked to him like he was alive, you watched movies with him, you read him books, you slept next to him every single night, you brought him to the kitchen so he can watch you cook, you even took him on late night drives sometimes, feeling bad that he was locked up in the apartment all day.

Sometimes, you thought you saw a flicker in his eyes, a slight smile on his face, or his fingers twitching against his thighs.

Some nights, while you're half asleep, you could swear that he tightened his hold on you or his chest lifted up and down like he was breathing.

Some days, as you'd come home from work you found him in a slightly different position than you left him.

One time, you sat him next to the window so you could watch rain together, and when you came back from making some tea, there was a heart shape in the fog on the glass.

"Did you do this dolly?" you caress his hair and look at him closely but he doesn't react.

You sigh, tracing another heart next to the first one before you sit in his lap, bringing the warm cup to your lips and observing him.

You thought you were going crazy in the beginning but as time passed by, you were becoming sure that there was more to Hyunjin than you initially knew.

"Just say something if you can hear me. Or squeeze my hand." you try for the nth time as you sit on your couch with Hyunjin but nothing happens.

"Fine." you huff. "Maybe you want something first. What would you like? I bought you new clothes. Maybe you want something else like... like something to do with art? We can paint together, if you'd like."

Hyunjin doesn't answer.

Nevertheless, you bring your art supplies and a bottle of wine.

You make yourself comfortable on the floor, next to Hyunjin's legs as he sits on the couch.

You end up being the one painting and drinking, Hyunjin's eyes move to look down at you, the look in his eyes softens, unlike the glassy one he always has.

He wants to talk, he wants to lean over and caress your hair, he wants to taste the wine off of your lips and feel the paintbrush between his fingertips.

But he can't. His eyes become glassy again as your phone rings, jolting you out of your peaceful activity.

It's your mother.

The conversation starts as always and it escalates into a fight of when are you settling down, why aren't you married, why are you closing yourself off, why are you such a failure?

As soon as you hang up a sob escapes your lips and you fall into Hyunjin, seeking comfort as you wrap your limbs around him, your face buried in his neck and your hot tears sliding down from your cheeks to his shirt, soaking it up.

"No one would understand." you cry. "They'd say I'm crazy and maybe I am. But I don't give a fuck."

Your body trembles against Hyunjin as you hiccup and sniffle, your arms wrapped tightly around his waist, your leg thrown over his thighs.

His body seems warmer than before and you squeeze him a little.

"Maybe I'm fucking crazy for loving a doll. But I love you Hyunjin." you sigh, closing your eyes as you lean against him.

His eyelids flutter a few times. He blinks.

A deep breath through his nose and you almost miss the way his chest moves up.

You place your hand on his chest, and feel it.

A heart beat slowly forming, at first almost too slow to be normal until it becomes steady and then speeds up.

He's breathing, his lips are dry as he licks at them, his hands clutch onto you and you scream.

You jump up quickly, your eyes wide as you look at him.

Hyunjin looks back up at you, his eyes wide and filled with fear and shock, mirroring yours.

He opens his mouth and a series of coughs escape his lips.

"Wh- How? Am I hallucinating?"

"Y- y/n." is the first thing he says, weakly and quietly as he reaches out for you.

You stay still as a statue, not sure what the hell is happening before your eyes.

"P-please, don't be scared." he begs as he tries to get up but his legs give out and he falls to the floor with a thud.

"Ugh." he whimpers, his hands grabbing at the coffee table.

You're slow to react to him falling from the shock of it all, making your way back to him cautiously.

"Did you hurt yourself?" you ask quietly.

"N-no, I don't think so." he says as he looks up at you.

"Who- who are you?" you don't know what else to ask, because the doll you used and played with was now a human with a heartbeat and he was looking at you, even knew your name.

"What do you mean? I'm- I'm Hyunjin, your romantic doll." he answers like it's the most normal thing ever.

"How are you alive? Why now all of a sudden? I don't get it." you say as he sits back on his legs.

"You... You love me. Your love brought me to life." he swallows, his cheeks rosy.

"Oh... There was nothing about this in the manual." The fucking manual. The doll's actual purpose. Everything you ever did to him. Embarassment washes over you and you feel absolutely mortified.

"Do you... did you hear me all this time? And um, see and feel what I was doing?"

"Y-yeah." he nods, his cheeks becoming even more red.

"Fucking hell." you whine, covering your face with your hands as you sit on the couch.

"Hey, it's okay. I- I was made for that." he says, his hand on your knee in an attempt to comfort you.

You peek at him through your fingers.

"And you were so nice to me. So... warm and loving. You made me feel so good. You never mistreated me even when you knew very well you could do whatever you want with me. I'm thankful for that. And I- I love you too, y/n." Hyunjin talks, his thumb gently caressing your skin.

"Are you programmed to say stuff like that? Are you a robot?"

He chuckles.

"I'm not programmed and I'm not a robot. Didn't you feel my heart beating?"

"I did but... I don't understand. How were you made?" you finally remove your hands from your face.

"I don't know. I wish I could answer your questions but I'm as clueless as you are. I just know I was conscious the whole time while I was with you but I couldn't speak or move. Like I was paralyzed. It was horrible. I tried giving you signs, I tried to talk multiple times but it's like something would hold me back, like there was a wall and I couldn't break through."

"That does sound horrible. I'm sorry if I ever did something you wouldn't agree to." you say quietly, your face burning in embarassment.

"No, no, I liked everything you did." he says with a sheepish smile, averting his eyes. "Wish I could reciprocate." he looks up at you through his lashes.

You're biting on your lip nervously, his hand reaches for you and you accidentally snatch yours away, not used to your doll talking to you and trying to touch you.

"A-are you gonna abandon me now?" he asks quietly as he eyes your hand.

"What?" you look back at him to see that his eyes are watery and you gasp. "No, of course not! I always wished you'd come to life. Didn't think it would actually happen so I'm still processing and hoping that I'm not dreaming."

"Oh, thank god." he exhales and you let him grab your hand. "I- uhm... I'm very hungry and thirsty. Could you help me with that?"

"Oh! Of course! I will make some dinner for us." you say and help him sit up on the couch, noticing that now he's heavier than he used to be.

"I guess I still need to get feeling in my legs and arms." he says as you bring him a glass of water.

"Mhm, probably you need to have blood pumping properly through your body. Don't worry." you pet his hair as he drinks and he looks at you.

"Here, you'll be warm like this." you wrap him up in your fluffy blanket and notice a change on the back of his neck.

"Oh!" you exclaim, your fingertips touching the skin there, making Hyunjin shiver a little.

"The usb opening is gone." you declare and he brings his hand to touch it, your fingertips grazing against each other.

"That's weird." he says absentmindedly.

"All of this is weird." you chuckle and he chuckles with you, making you look at him.

God, he's even more beautiful with a smile gracing his face, you think to yourself.

Without thinking your hands gently cup his cheeks.

"You're really alive." you whisper, your thumbs gently stroking his face, his eyes flutter as he pushes into your hands.

"I am. Does that make you happy?" he asks with a sparkle in his eyes.

"Very happy." you nod with a smile, leaning closer to him.

"Good. I want to make you happy. When you're happy, I'm happy too."

"Hyunjinnie." you whine against his lips and kiss him gently.

Having him kiss back as he clutches at your shirt is the sweetest thing ever, you think as you wrap your arms around his shoulders.

"Okay, I don't want you to starve now that you came to life." you lean back with a chuckle as he chases your lips.

"Yeah, please, I need food." he nods and you make your way to the kitchen, whipping up a quick dinner, checking constantly if he's okay.

You bring two plates as soon as you're done and Hyunjin's eyes seem to get bigger as soon as they land on the food.

"Be careful, it's still hot." you warn him.

"Okay." Hyunjin nods.

He eats happily, asking for more which you of course bring to him.

"Are you feeling better?" you ask when the two of you finish eating.

"Yes, much better. But I feel very tired now."

"You need sleep. Let's go to bed. Do you think you can walk now?"

"I think so." you grab his arm and help him become steady on his feet.

You lead him to the bathroom and he looks at you.

"Now that you're alive, you need to brush your teeth and wash up before bed."

"Right." he nods.

After a whole ordeal of getting ready, you finally plop down under the covers.

"Can I- Can I hold you?" Hyunjin asks sweetly and you chuckle, rolling your body into his.

"Of course."

"Always wanted to do that." his limbs wrap around you as he holds you tightly, your face buried in his chest.

"Good night, Hyunjin. Please be there when I wake up." you nuzzle into him, inhaling the familiar fresh and flowery scent of him.

"I promise I will. Good night, y/n."

It wasn't a dream.

Your eyes flutter open and Hyunjin smiles at you fondly, his hand gently caressing your cheek.

"Morning, dol- Hyunjin."

"You can call me dolly if that's what you like." he smirks and you chuckle.

"Eh, well you're human now. It feels like I'm degrading you." you gently touch his chest.

"I don't mind." he shifts and you feel his erection press against your thigh.

You gasp a little, your core throbbing with want.

"I'm sorry." his face is red instantly. "It's just- when you touch me... I can't help it."

"It's okay, Hyunjinnie." you slide your hand down to cup him through his boxers.

He whimpers, leaning into you, his eyes fluttering shut and you press your lips on his in a heated kiss.

His tongue licks at your lower lip and you let him in, eager to finally feel his kisses how you craved to.

Hyunjin kisses you messily and hungrily, grinding into your hand, grunting against your lips.

As soon as you slide off his boxers, automatically your hands lift up to push him on his back but he grabs your wrists gently to stop you.

"My sweet girl, let me take care of you how you deserve now that I'm able to." he rasps, his eyes hooded as he looks at you with lust.

"O-okay." you whisper and lay down on your back, letting Hyunjin slide your panties off as you pull off your shirt and toss it somewhere aside.

"I've spent so much time receiving. I want to give, my angel. My hands hurt when I couldn't touch you and make you feel good. That's all I want to do." he sounds desperate as his lips attach to your neck, leaving wet kisses on your skin, his hands roaming on your body and settling on your breasts.

"Mm, make me feel good, Jinnie." you whimper as he squeezes your breasts, massaging them and moaning against your skin like it was more pleasurable to him than to you.

He mumbles sweet praises as he leaves more kisses that lead to your nipple, his tongue darting out to swirl around it, making you arch into him.

His eyes are dark as he wraps his lips around it and starts sucking, his other hand sliding down to grip your inner thigh.

Fingertips ghost on your skin, both his hands now spreading your legs apart.

"Do you know how much I longed to taste your sweet nectar? Will you let me drink from you, my angel?" Hyunjin asks, his finger gently pressing into your clit, circling it.

"Yes, please, oh my god." you whimper, your hips lifting up into his touch.

He smirks, trailing kisses down to your core.

He stops for a moment to admire you and you don't even have time to feel self-conscious as he spreads your pussy lips apart and leans in to stick his tongue inside you.

"F-fuck!" you jolt as he starts moving it before he leans back a little and licks at your sensitive clit.

"Taste even sweeter than I imagined." he moans, his lips wrapping around your clit as he sucks on it, his thumbs gently caressing your pussy lips.

"H-H-Hyunjin!" you whimper as he sucks harder, your hips lifting up in pleasure.

"Could be here for hours. Eating this sweet pussy out." he moans, pushing his tongue inside you again, this time fucking you faster, his nose giving the perfect pressure on your sensitive nub and driving you crazy.

Your hand grips his hair, pushing him more into you as he skilfully moves his tongue, his lips pressing into your lower ones as he makes out with you.

Your orgasm washes over you quickly, coating Hyunjin's face and he laps it all up greedily, his eyes shut as he whimpers into you, sending vibrations right into your core.

You feel crazy with desire the more he continues eating you out like a man starved and you have to grip his hair and pull him away after he gives you two more orgasms.

"H-Hyune, please, I need your cock." you whimper, feeling like you're falling apart.

He licks at his red lips, his eyes crazed with lust he feels for you.

"Anything my angel needs." his voice is husky as he leans over you, the tip of his cock pressed against your wet, messy cunt.

He pushes in with ease, after all, you've been fucking on him for the last two months, your pussy was used to the stretch.

"Mm, Hyunjin!" that doesn't make it feel less pleasurable when he fills you up, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix.

"Move, please." you whimper, already feeling out of it.

Hyunjin grips your thighs and starts fucking you at a steady pace, his cock dragging against your walls deliciously, sliding easily through your wetness.

"Feel so good. So warm. Just for me." he whimpers, his eyes fluttering shut before they open again and look down where his cock disappears inside you.

"Just for you, Jinnie." you moan and he looks up at you, a smile on his face.

He leans closer to you, wrapping his arms around you and in turn you wrap yours around his shoulders, bringing your bodies flush together as he buries himself deep inside your heat.

He ruts into you desperately, your lips meeting in messy kisses, spit dribbles down your chin and he licks at it, kissing your jaw and your neck wetly.

"P-please tell me you love me." he whimpers in your ear, holding you tightly as he fucks you harder, only taking a little bit of his length out and shoving it back in with force that has your mind spinning.

"I love you, Hyunjin. I love you. So much." you cry happy tears, making him cry too as you clutch onto each other.

"My angel, I love you more than anything." he says as he kisses you, his tongue playing with yours.

He brings you to another orgasm, his fingers on your nipples, pinching and pulling as he keeps rutting into you desperately.

"C-can I cum?" he whimpers, his hands gripping desperately at your waist.

"Yeah." you nod quickly and he gives you his left hand to squeeze and as your fingers entwine, he cums, filling you up endlessly, more than when he was just doll and you whimper as your legs clamp around him, lifting your middle into him and cumming with him again.

Both of you breathe hard as he stays inside you for a moment, before pulling out and watching his cum drip out of you.

"D-do I still have to squeeze your left hand for you to cum?" you chuckle a little.

"No, just... force of habit, I guess." he says sheepishly like he didn't just fuck your brains out.

"What about the vibrations?"

"You really liked that, didn't you?" he smirks, his hand sliding up your thigh tentatively, before his fingers slide between your folds, playing with the wetness.

"Shut up." you say embarassingly, swatting his hand away.

"Don't worry, I can vibrate if you want." he bites on his lip as he looks at you.

"I'm too sensitive now." you whisper and he chuckles.

"I know. Usually you don't go above four, five orgasms in one sitting. Maybe six if you're extra horny."

"It's embarassing to me that you know this in such detail." your face becomes red as Hyunjin chuckles, shaking his head.

"Nothing you should be embarassed about. I'm happy to please you." he says and leans down to kiss you gently.

You pull him into your embrace, hoping that from now on, he stays human, and keeps loving you because in this moment you can't imagine your life without Hyunjin in it.

"Thank you for letting me use your painting supplies." Hyunjin smiles up at you as he sits on the floor of your living room, like you always did when you painted.

"Don't thank me, Jinnie. What's mine is yours." you smile as you sit next to him and lean in closer.

"Let me see." you say as he looks down sheepishly.

He pushes the sketchbook towards you and you gasp.

"Hyunjin, this is amazing! How did you manage to paint so well?! And you painted me! That's so sweet."

"I- I don't know. As I started, it's like I got déjà vu, like I already did this before and many times so."

"Really? That's peculiar." you say.

"Maybe we should call the company I got you from." you add, tapping your chin.

"P-please don't!" Hyunjin panics, gripping at your thigh. "I'm scared. I don't know why but when I try to think of that place, it feels bad. Please don't call them. I don't want them to take me away from you."

"Hey, hey, it's okay. No one will take you away from me. I won't call them." you quickly grab his face to calm him down.

"You promise?" his pupils shake as he looks at you.

"I promise." you nod and kiss him sweetly to let him know he can trust you.

Hyunjin visibly relaxes with your touch, wrapping his arms around you and tucking his face in your neck.

"Um... could we go outside? We only ever went on night drives which is understandable but now that I can walk and stuff, we could go out on real dates and maybe visit museums?" he looks up at you with a smile.

"Of course! Anywhere you want to go." you smile back at him, and he leans up to kiss you.

For the next several weeks, you take Hyunjin everywhere.

To the park, the movies, museums, to a club, to different restaurants, to a mall, anything that comes to your mind, the two of you decide to visit, even going to a little town nearby for a day trip.

You don't remember the last time you were this happy and had someone next to you who made everything look so easy and sweet.

Hyunjin had taken an interest in capturing all the pretty moments so you got him a camera, deciding to surprise him for your 6 month anniversary.

As you came home from work, you called out to him but there was no answer.

"Jinnie? Are you sleeping?" you pushed the bedroom door open but the bed was vacant.

A heavy feeling settled in the pit of your stomach as you searched your entire apartment and couldn't find him.

Frantically, you looked for him again, knowing that he didn't suddenly become Barbie sized and hid somewhere.

He was gone.

You ran out of your apartment to knock on your neighbor's door.

"Tony! Did you see Hyunjin today maybe?" you asked him as soon as he opened the door.

"No, I didn't, sorry." he shook his head.

You didn't know what to do so you went back to your apartment and burst into tears.

Hyunjin didn't have a phone you could contact him with as he never had the need to use one so you had no way of reaching him.

All you could do was sit and wait, biting your nails as every single scenario runs through your mind.

He will come back, you reassure yourself as you fall asleep from exhaustion.

And he does, around 10pm the door clicks open and you jolt up from your nap on the couch.

"Hyunjin?" you say into the dark space and he turns on the light, standing in the middle of your living room with two gift bags in his hand and an apologetic look on his face.

"Oh my god, Hyunjin!" you jump to your feet, running to him and throwing your arms around him, squeezing him tightly and almost knocking him down as the bags fall out of his hands and he wraps his arms around your waist.

"I'm so sorry, y/n. I should've left you a note. I-I went out to get a gift for our anniversary tommorow."

"Please, don't ever disappear like that again. Do you have any idea how scared I was?" you cry and Hyunjin gasps, his hands on your face as he wipes away your tears.

"I'm really sorry. I will never ever do something like this again." his eyes water too.

"I should get you a phone." you shake your head. "Hey, how did you even manage to buy a gift? You don't have any money." you chuckle, wiping at your cheeks.

"I went to the park and painted portraits of people for money, then got the gift."

"Oh, Jinnie, you sweet fool. Just don't give me any more scares."

"I promise I won't." he nods and your lips seal in a kiss.

Despite having so many options to choose from now, Hyunjin and you decide to have a nice dinner at home for your anniversary, where it all started.

You even took out the most expensive plates and silverware you owned, adding some candles to create a more intimate atmosphere, some light romantic music playing in the background.

"Y/n, I um- got you something I'd like to see you wear tonight for me."

"Oh, you did?" you smirk. "Show it to me."

Hyunjin grabs one of the gift bags and reaches it to you with an excited smile.

You chuckle and peek inside, seeing that he got you black and red lacy lingerie as well as a dress.

"Do you like it?" he asks.

"Very much so." you take out the dress and touch the silky material. "This dress is very revealing." you notice the opened back and the deep neck line that would definitely almost make your breasts fall out.

"I was counting on the fact that we celebrate here because you in that dress is for my eyes only." his eyes darken suddenly.

"Oh yeah? Let me get ready for our dinner then." you chuckle and make your way to the bathroom.

Hyunjin decides to wear the clothes he arrived in, since those were the only fancy clothing items he owned, and he thought it was kind of symbolic to put them on tonight.

You walk into your bedroom to find Hyunjin dressed and staring at the big box he was packed in, one you still didn't get rid of.

"Jinnie?" you call out as he seems to be deep in thought.

"You kept the box." he says, still looking at it.

"I did. I had no idea what I was getting into so I left it just in case. I was gonna throw it out, it's just really heavy." you explain, making your way to him.

"When you arrived, two men had to carry the box in, and somehow the box seemed heavier than you. I barely managed to get it into the closet. Had to push it and stuff. Sorry I didn't have the chance to get rid of it."

"It's okay, y/n. You don't have to apologize." he smiles as he turns towards you.

"Oh." a gasp leaves his lips as he sees you all dressed up for him.

"You like?" you smirk, winking at him.

"Mhm." he nods quickly. "You look stunning, my angel."

"Thank you, Jinnie. You look handsome."

His cheeks seem to become more red with the praise as he mutters, his eyes darting left and right.

You enjoy your dinner together, romantic music playing in the background, the tv mute, left on just from the habit of it.

After you finish eating, you migrate to the couch to cuddle and drink wine, some stupid show playing on the screen and the two of you jokingly read from the character's lips, making up nonsensical conversations and laughing.

After some time and some more wine, Hyunjin becomes even more handsy than usual, grabbing at your thighs, sliding his hands on the silky material of the dress.

You melt into him, kissing him as your arms wrap around his shoulders, your tongues languidly massaging each other as your core throbs with need.

Hyunjin caresses you gently, his hands worshipping you, sliding down your throat, to your collarbone, to the swell of your breasts, down to your stomach and waist, landing on your hips.

His lips attach to your neck as he leaves wet kisses on your skin, licking at it and sinking his teeth in.

"Mm." you moan, playing with his hair as he kisses your collarbone and the flesh of your breast, leaving another love bite on the soft skin.

His hands travel under your dress, roaming around on your legs and your eyes open, landing on the tv, making you gasp.

"Hyunjin, that's you!" you jolt, pointing at the screen.

"Huh?" he mumbles, already drunk on you.

You quickly grab the remote and turn on the sound.

"...seemingly the dolls have some kind of malfunction that the company does not wish to reveal to the public. All eight of the purchased dolls are required to be returned and the buyers will get their money back, guaranteed. The customers will be contacted accordingly..."

"M-my friends. I vaguely remember them." Hyunjin breathes quickly, you can see that he's getting upset quickly. "They wanna take me away from you."

"I won't let them." you quickly shake your head.

"What are we gonna do?" he asks, clenching his fists and you gently grab his hands, trying to soothe him.

"We're gonna... leave."

"Leave?"

"Yeah, I have a house my aunt left me up in the mountains. I don't think they can find us there. For now, until we think of where to go next." you start planning immediately.

There was no way you would let anyone take Hyunjin away from you.

"But, what about your job? And your things?" Hyunjin bites on his lip.

"I don't care. All I care about right now is making sure you're safe." you smile at him, your hand coming up to caress his cheek.

Hyunjin smiles, leaning into your touch and wrapping his arms around you.

"Thank you." he whispers into your hair.

You get a call from an unknown number the next day, but one quick google search tells you it's the company Hyunjin came from.

You packed one bag of a few essential things you'd need, leaving most of your belongings behind.

"Y/n! There's a black van posted outside. It's been there for hours. They're looking at the building right now." Hyunjin announces and you make your way to the window, half hiding behind him.

"We need to use the fire exit." you declare and Hyunjin nods as he turns to you.

"I won't let them take you. I promise." you hold his hands.

"I trust you, my angel." he smiles and you kiss him gently before the two of you exit the building, quickly entering your car.

You step on the gas, and reach out to hold Hyunjin's hand in yours.

As you speed off into the sunset, hoping for a better tomorrow, a black van rounds the corner, following you from afar...

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mochiepie · 6 months ago

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When you wear a mini skirt

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Satoru Gojo

🍬 you were wearing a mini skirt with no panties underneath, in your home.. well it's only you and your husband in home so, why bother staying all dressed in this summer. Right? GRAVE MISTAKE

🍬 As soon as you walked out of your shared bedroom, walking towards the kitchen, your dear husband choked on his pastry. "Princess... (Coughs) uhum, we're going out somewhere? " His eyes staring at your thighs, waiting for your skirt to rise up as if, to see your panties or a glance of your pussy.

🍬 when you said no, and began cooking the breakfast for you and him, man couldn't just sit as if his butt was even aching. He walked in a speed of light towards you, hovering behind you, and that's when.. his eyes rolled towards the back of his eye sockets. Your plump ass cheeks, were visible..

🍬 " why are you dressed like this baby? To tease me? Mhm? (Grabs your ass cheeks immediately) this plump cheeks Wants my mouth? Hands? Or my dick? Mhm? Come on princess, use your cute mouth!"

🍬 to tease him, well to make it more harder for him you immediately pushed him and acted tooo busy in work. Yes yes, you got no time to indulge in sex.. who will cook right? " You tryna act busy? Princess.. guess you forgot who sets the rules here hah?"

🍬 The next thing you know is that you were slammed against the kitchen counter, skirt flicked up, the cold air brushing your silky folds and ass. "No panties? (Smirks) such a slutty princess.. so this was your plan hah? To get your loving husband soo hard? (Spanks your ass harshly)

Nanami Kento

🦋 he was stil working in the living room, on his laptop. It was a Sunday, you deserved this day afterall, isn't this a man's responsibility to take care of his wife and her needs? So why he keeps forgetting it.. suddenly a very naughty idea came up in your sick brain.

🦋 you wore a mini skirt, which barely covered your ass. You did a little makeup, smoky eyes and red lipstick.. to make sure he notices, cuz you aren't a makeup girly, and when you did such a loud makeup, obviously he'll notice it. Slowly you emerged out of the bedroom and grabbed the car keys, without even sparing a glance at him you began to walk towards the main door.

🦋 the sound of your heels clink clanking on the floor immediately caught nanami's attention as he looked over you to see... Your ass peeking out of your mini skirt, those long legs of yours.. the jiggle and clapping of your ass cheeks? His brain stopped working. But then the reality hit him. " Where are you going dressed like.. that?" His facial expression was stern. He immediately placed his laptop on the couch and began walking towards you. " I asked a question, baby"

🦋 " i.. i..am going to.. grocery market" he knew you were lying. " Going to a grocery market, wearing makeup, heels and... A slutty skirt yeah? With no panty? Tryna get laid? "

🦋 in an instant kento pulled you and lifted you on his shoulder, your ass on display, skirt flicked up, and he immediately grabbed the opportunity, by spanking harsh and good on your ass cheeks. He began to carry you the bedroom, and throughout the way he kept spanking your ass cheeks. "Keep whining and i might end up biting this piece of cake yeah? Gotta fuck your brain to keep it stuck inside your simple mind that you.. wear modest clothes outside yeah? That you're only my whore yeah? " Your plan worked.. but at what cost? Well sure.. afterall this is what you wanted, your loving husband with you, now that he is with you, or.. more like inside you.

Toji Fushiguro

🍡 you were wearing a mini skirt in the personal gym which your husband owned. Yeah, a gym in your house. Cuz, you got a gym rat hubby.. and now you also began to work out with him, not really, just to see your man sweaty and whore yourself out.

🍡 you walked in and saw your husband, doing push ups. Fuck.. that already got you wet. You walked towards him and stood infront of him.. toji kept doing push ups, but just lifted his head up to see you but- oh fuck. He instantly froze... His eyes wide open when he saw.. such a mini skirt? And.. he could see... Your.. pink lace panties.. under the skirt.. oh god. Those plump thighs... He immediately got up and pulled you by your butt and lifted you, your legs wrapping around his waist.

🍡 " tryna distract me baby? Cuz... You successfully did." "No (pouts) I just wanted to see you doing workout" " yeah? By standing infront of me wearing this slutty skirt, flashing your pink lace underwear? Yeah, fucking slut (spanks your butt cheeks)

🍡 he instantly laid you on the nearby couch and ripped your skirt.. you couldn't even analyse anything what happened, as his light like speed, and his animalistic hunger for you was turning you on so much.. you immediately spread your legs wide for him, which earned a smirk from him as he slapped your pussy harshly, and ripped that pink lace panty of yours. " Such a beautiful pussy, i keep you so well yeah? I keep this pussy cute and fresh, only I make this cunt wet.. get that? I fucked you more then a 1000 times already yeah? And you still got this tight grip, fuck tryna squeeze me?

Which characters would you like? Requests are open. Do like and comment 🦋🍬🍡

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cvt2dvm · 23 days ago

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Primal Chic: The Princess Saves Herself & The Planet in this It Girl meets Survivalist Lifestyle

If you think it girl, you may think of high maintenance, high consumption, pampered, luxe living. I want you to take a step back from that idea with me and introduce a new mindset, Primal Chic. Borrowing from the Clean Girl, GORP Girl, It Girl, Stoic, Survivalist, and Prepper, Primal Chic is all about minimizing your impact on the planet, maximizing your self-sufficiency, and building meaningful sisterhood.

Primal Chic in 3 Words is: Sustainability, Self-Sufficiency, & Sisterhood.

Body: Fuel, Movement, & Beauty

Fuel: Our bodies and minds need high-quality fuel, and that's offered by a whole-food, paleo diet. Many of the foods on the market are heavily processed and loaded with low-quality fillers that drive calories and macros up without meeting our micronutrient needs. On top of this, a huge segment of the market is imported from outside of our local communities, adding heavily to the carbon footprint of our foods. Choosing locally grown, non-GMO, organic produce and proteins from fair trade, regenerative, or woman-owned agri-businesses is a fantastic stepping stone if you can't generate your own food due to time, space, or monetary constraints. I love shopping locally owned health food stores, farmers markets, and farm stands. The price of organics also goes down if you shop store-brand organics. There are also Facebook groups and Pinterest boards dedicated to Paleo recipe swaps. You also want to make sure you're honoring your body's needs in all of it's areas, rest, relaxation, movement, and nutrition.

Movement: Functional, outdoor movement benefits body, mind, and soul. A good hike, a lake swim, or even just a good jog with your pets are all great ways to get your cardio in. Outdoor yoga, rucks, rock climbing, and calisthenics are low-cost, high-reward strength and conditioning exercises that help you to keep toned and ready for action in your day-to-day life. Don't forget ROM either, active recovery walks, daily yoga, and deep stretches ensure you remain flexible and reduce pain from tight, stiff muscles and joints. Adding in a few friends allows you to build sisterhood and meet your social needs too, and being outdoors helps with the chronic vitamin D deficiencies most modern women face.

Beauty: Choosing clean, sustainable beauty and reducing the number of products used is good for your body due to fewer toxins, your mind with lower body and facial dysmorphia from high glam makeup looks, and the planet with less harsh manufacturing processes. Consider switching to multi-use products, reducing the number of products in your skincare & makeup routines, and swapping to washable/reusable body, skin, and feminine hygiene products to care for yourself and our planet. I'll be going into more detail on the swaps I made personally in a blog post next week.

Side Note: Planning a girl's weekend yoga retreat or having a buddy to do the Whole30 (a great intro to Paleo eating) with you is a great way to build up your sisterhoods and your own resolve for this new lifestyle.

Mind: Clarity, Wisdom, and Continuous Growth

Stoicism: The serenity prayer is a fantastic example of the basis of stoicism, letting go of the things you can't control or change, courageously sticking to your values and virtues and changing or controlling the things you can, living in harmony with nature, practice emotional mindfulness and emotional chastity, and practice resilience, learning to bounce back from failures and misfortune. With all things in life there is a learning curve, and allowing yourself to be ruled by algorithms, propaganda, and impulses reduces your own personal power.

Minimalism: Cut out overconsumption to help save the planet, save your wallet, and save your space. Choosing quality, durable, practical, and multi-purpose items allows you to spend less time organizing and cleaning and more time with friends and family, and doing the things that truly feed your soul. You don't have to have a spartan, sterile, white living space to embrace minimalism either, you can still inject your own personal style and personality into your choices, but be more mindful about where and how you're spending your hard-earned money.

Dedication to Continuous Growth: Instead of doom-scrolling or watching brain-rotting television, try switching out social media for micro-learning, soaps for documentaries, and limiting screen time to 1-3 hours per day. Try switching out happy hour for a self-defense or first aid class. Get involved with book swaps and information databases or group PDF sharing.

Heart: Love Thyself, Love Thy Neighbor, Love Thy Planet

Self-Love: Forming a sisterhood and meaningful community starts with loving yourself. You can't draw from an empty well, so being honest and vulnerable with yourself and taking care of yourself is the first step in being able to be there for others at your most authentic. Reminding yourself of your inherent value is important.

Earth: The frequencies of the earth are often interfered with by our man-made surroundings, taking time to ground yourself and connect with the world around you, either on your own, or in a group, is good for the heart. Try and take an hour or two per day and spend it outdoors, really soaking in the beauty you may have been numbed to by having it become mundane.

Connection & Community: Not everyone you meet deserves your whole heart and mind, however, they do deserve basic human dignity and respect, for those closer to you, they do deserve having a reliable friend who they can turn to in times of need and times of victory. Forming meaningful connections across generational divides makes us stronger as women and enriches our lives.

Soul: Mindfulness, Purpose, & Resilience

Mindfulness: Meditation, nature walks, situational awareness, and group activities keep the mind and soul well-fed and the senses sharp should the need arise for defense. Live in the moment as much as you can, rather than drift aimlessly through life without a plan of attack. Spontaneity can still exist here, as you should have a balance of routine and flexibility.

Purpose: What drives you? Who drives you? What values are at your core? Answering these questions allows you to live a purposeful life where you are true to yourself and your community. If your values don't align with the life you're living what changes do you need to have them align?

Resilience: You don't have to make your life harder, but preparing for life's rough times through mental, spiritual, physical, financial and material preparedness is still important. Building a solid community will help with this, but ensuring you yourself have the tools and skills necessary for survival will help even more so.

Planet: Stewardship, Sustainability, and Conscious Consumption

Stewardship: Bring a bag with you on walks and hikes to collect trash and follow the old Girl Scout principle of leaving things better than you found them. Encourage sustainable practices with where you shop and invest your time and resources, and take advantage of your local parks and wild spaces.

Sustainability: Opt for natural materials in clothing, decor, & home goods. Choose materials like wood, cotton, real fur, leather, and linen rather than plastics and petroleum-derived products or "natural" materials with harsh production processes like viscose or bamboo fiber. Reduce your consumption of new products, and shop thrift or vintage where you can, and go as ecologically friendly and durable as you can afford when buying new.

Conscious Consumption: Shop local, woman-owned, small business, and fair trade products wherever you can, skip out on mega polluters like Amazon or Shien, and avoid sweatshop and slave labor wherever you can. Before making purchases, ask yourself if you truly need an item or if you're just looking for a quick dopamine hit. Mend your things if possible rather than trashing them, and opt for donation of things in good condition that no longer fit with who you are.

All in all, the Primal Chic lifestyle is attainable for everyone, and about making conscious, cognizant steps toward a more meaningful, impactful, and mindful life where you live sustainably, & self sufficiently while building meaningful community and sisterhood.

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2024 is:

Regular facials, manis, pedis, massages, Brazilian waxes, lash lifts. Glowing skin. Glowy makeup. Fluffy curls. Microshaded brows. Laser hair removal. Perfect Rx Skincare. Veneers. Intoxicating perfumes. Shopping. Diamonds. Designer bags. Credit card rewards. International travel. Networking. Career certifications. Investing more. Brunch with the girls. Picnics. Farmers markets. Art galleries. Museums. Fresh flowers. Silk scarves. Big sunglasses. Beautiful lingerie. Silk robes. Receiving lots of gifts. Lots of sunlight. Hot yoga. Nature hikes. Tennis lessons. Green smoothies. Candles that smell expensive. Sleeping 8+ hours a night. Bubble baths. Studying foreign languages. Absorbing as much knowledge as I can. Book clubs. Pottery classes. Cooking with fresh herbs, vegetables, and spice. Champagne. Charcuterie & bruschetta. Gelato. Fresh bread. Ocean air. Hugging my loved ones. Pet cat. Giving lots of gifts. Journaling. Meditating. Gratitude. Volunteering. Donating to charity. Manners. Etiquette. Charisma. Therapy. Healthy boundaries. Radical personal responsibility. Positivity. Self care. Abundant love.

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What Recharges or Motivates Us

What to do if you feel unmotivated or drained. Based primarily on Sun placements, but can also apply to Venus, Mars, or Jupiter if strong, along with Chart Ruler. Also look for the houses where you have Aries [ inspiration ], Taurus [ comfort ], Scorpio [ rebirth ], and Sagittarius [ adventure ].

Through the Signs

Aries

- engage in a competitive activity, like sports or games that gets your blood pumping

- tackle a quick, challenging task, like a workout, difficult puzzle, hiking, cycling, or running

- spend more time in the sun and other natural light, like candles or bonfires

- leading others, like leading a group project or initiative

- take a spontaneous trip or adventure, exploring nearby towns or new places

- do a hands-on activity, like a DIY or home improvement project

- take a class or workshop you always wanted to try, like pottery, cooking, or dancing

- engaging in activities that remind you of your childhood

More Ideas: try extreme sports like rock climbing or bungee jumping; pack a bag and take a road trip with a specific destination; set up a friendly competition like a race or game; create a playlist that represents your personal anthem; join a public speaking/Toastmakers club or open-mic events; try a martial arts class, parkour, or fire dancing

Taurus

- spend time outdoors in nature, through hiking, gardening, or simply relaxing

- indulge in sensory experiences, through cooking your favorite meal, taking a bath, or lighting aromatic candles

- treat yourself to a self-care day, like a massage, facial, or luxurious bath to reconnect with the body

- rearranging or redecorating your safe space, like adding plants or artwork

- listen to music, like uplifting or calming tunes that boost your mood or energy

- engage in creative hobbies, like painting, pottery, or crafting

- cooking or baking, since the process of preparing food can be therapeutic or satisfying to them

- gentle forms of physical movement, like yoga, dancing, or tai chi

- mindfulness practices, like meditation or deep breathing

- spending quality time with loved ones, like close friends, family, or animal companions

More Ideas: visit a local farmer’s market, experiment with cooking a new cuisine; take a worship in pottery or candle-making; host a wine and cheese testing; visit local artisan shops or craft markets; explore local flora or take up a nature identification project; host a themed dinner party; use more vibrant colors, fragrant herbs, or unique textures when cooking

Gemini

- organize a gathering with friends or participate in a social event

- explore new ideas, through trying a new book, podcast, or documentary

- plan a short trip or spontaneous outing to a new location

- participate in group activities, like joining a club, workshop, or class, like a writing group, art class, or dance lesson

- trying different hobbies, like crafting or playing a musical instrument

- take a short social media break, to calm mental chatter and focus on more fulfilling tasks

- host a themed movie or game night, like inviting friends over for a movie marathon or game night to combine entertainment with socializing

- try guided meditations

More Ideas: take a quick-paced online course on a random subject that interests them; join an improv class; go on a themed trip, like visiting a historical landmark or art installations; write a short story or poem based on a random word generator; host an online discussion group on an eclectic topic; try VR experiences that offer adventure or learning opportunities; host a trivia night; create a collaborative story where others contribute paragraphs; participate in a flash mob; join a local debate club

Cancer

- spend time at home or in a cozy and comforting environment, and even declutter or redecorate

- engage in nurturing activities, like cooking a favorite meal or baking something comforting

- spend quality time with family or close friends

- practice self-care routines, like taking a long bath, practicing skincare, or enjoying a good book

- artistic outlets, like painting, crafting, or writing

- nature walks, especially near water, like lakes, rivers, or the ocean

- journal, to write down thoughts or feelings to help bring clarity to process emotions

- volunteer or help others, since acts of kindness are fulfilling

More Ideas: curate a playlist that represents current feelings and listen to it while journaling; setup a home sanctuary with blankets, pillows, or favorite items; try art therapy as a form of emotional expression; create a scrapbook or photo album full of cherished memories; cook a dish from childhood; host a memory sharing night with friends or family; create a comfort box with things like favorite books, scented candles, photos, or treats; plant a healing garden

Leo

- expressing through art, like painting, dancing, or acting

- host a social gathering, like organizing a party or get-together with friends, since they like being the center of attention and sharing their energy

- engage in a physical activity, like a fun workout, dance class, or group fitness session

- pamper yourself, like having a spa day, try a new hairstyle, or going shopping to make your feel great

- leading a project at work or a group setting

- surrounding themselves with positivity, like curating a playlist or watching uplifting movies

- trying a new hobby that challenges them, like photography, writing, or playing an instrument

- connecting with nature, like a botanical garden or beach

- practicing gratitude, like writing down things they appreciate

More Ideas: dress up as a favorite character or icon for the day; write a personal manifesto of their goals, dreams, and values; host a talent show with friends and family; volunteer to mentor others and share skills; have a solo dance party at home or wherever they feel free, like nature; enroll in local acting or improv class; create a personal website; plan a photoshoot; attend a live performance; establish a celebration ritual for achievements big or small

Virgo

- spend time tidying up, like cleaning and organizing their environment

- going for a nature walk or hike, to ground and reconnect with surroundings

- create a to-do list, like writing down tasks and goals to have a clear plan

- try a craft or DIY project, like gardening, artisan crafts, or home improvement

- cook a healthy and nourishing me that focuses on healthy ingredients

- taking a break from screens and social media to reduce mental chatter and focus on priorities and passions

- read for pleasure, like a book or audiobook, listening to a story that can provide an escape and stimulate the mind

- volunteer or help others, like community service or lending a hand to someone in need

- practice self-care, like a bath, yoga, or quiet evening with a favorite movie to recharge emotional and physical energy

More Ideas: create a personal wellness day with yoga, healthy cooking, and meditation; go outside and journal about the sights, sounds, and feelings they experience in nature; organize a workshop where everyone teaches each other something they’re good at; craft a detailed vision board outlining goals and aspirations; organize or join a nature clean-up event; join a book club; attend a cooking class

Libra

- cultivate aesthetic spaces, like redecorate or rearrange a living space to create a more visually pleasing environment

- spend time with friends or loved ones

- visit art galleries or museums to immerse in art or culture

- practice self-care like a spa treatment or skincare ritual

- try yoga or pilates

- listen to uplifting music, like creating a playlist of favorite songs or explore new genres

- try hands-on creative activities, like painting, crafting, or fashion design

- ensuring they have a balance of social time and solitude to recharge effectively

- seek out beauty and inspiration, like botanical gardens, floral shops, or scenic views

More Ideas: curate a playlist that evokes peace and balance while engaging in calming activities; host a themed potluck dinner where everyone brings dishes from different cultures; explore Feng Shui and rearrange living space based on the principles; color mandala designs or use adult coloring books; participate in a dance class like salsa or ballroom; join or create a group where people discuss philosophical ideas, art, and ethics; spend a week experimenting with different fashion styles

Scorpio

- engage in intense workouts, like martial arts, kickboxing, or dance

- try self-reflection through journaling or meditation

- connect with nature, especially near water

- transforming their space to reflect their current emotional state or desires

- engage in creative outlets like painting, writing poetry, or playing music

- incorporate mindfulness practices, like deep breathing or yoga to center themselves

- delve into mystical practices, line astrology, tarot, numerology, divination, or the craft

- plan a personal retreat, like a weekend getaway or a day of solitude at home

- volunteer for causes they care about, like community service or activism that aligns with values

More Ideas: try shadow work journaling about fears, desires, and emotions to explore depths of psyche; stimulate senses through aromatherapy, candle-making, or visiting a sensory deprivation tank; create a mystery box full of random things and challenge themselves to craft a story or project around items; take a weekend away to a secluded location for introspection and reconnecting with themselves; explore darker-themed artists or galleries; create a personal tarot deck; try intuitive cooking, as in without strict recipes

Sagittarius

- plan a spontaneous trip, like a weekend getaway or a trip to a nearby city or nature spot

- engage in outdoor activities, like hiking, biking, or camping

- attend workshops or classes, such as cooking, art, or philosophy

- connect with different cultures, like cultural events, festivals, or cuisine

- read inspirational books, like travel, philosophy, or personal growth

- join a social group or club that focus on their interests, such as travel clubs or book clubs

- practice gratitude to reflect on things they appreciate to reignite enthusiasm

- engage in physical activities, like yoga, dance, or team sports

- attend lectures, seminars, or discussions on topics that interest them

- take a digital detox to unplug and reconnect with themselves

More Ideas: start a travel journal documenting last adventures and future dreams; choose a random topic or skill to learn, like a new language or dance style; visit a cultural museum, theater, or festival to immerse in new perspectives and experiences; create a bucket list; create an accountability group; start a nature journal that documents observations about nature, seasons, and personal reflections during walks or hikes; join an outdoor adventure group; start a travel blog or vlog; participate in a poetry or storytelling night

Capricorn

- set new goals, like reassessing personal or professional goals and create a clear plan to achieve them

- engage in physical exercise, participate in strength training, running, or hiking

- tidy up living or workspaces, since they appreciate order

- connect with nature, like taking a walk in the park or hike in the mountains

- establish a routine that includes time for work, self-care, and leisure

- network and build connections, like attending professional network events or social gatherings, to open new doors and inspire ambition

- prioritize self-care activities, like massages, spa days, or quiet evenings at home

- learn a new skill or hobby, through cooking, a new language, or musical instrument

More Ideas: set up a structured personal challenge, like a month-long fitness routine; take an unconventional course in a field of interest outside career path; create a detailed vision board of long-term goals; create a personal development podcast about self-improvement, productivity, or career tips; delve into ancient philosophies [ like stoicism ] or classic literature that resonates with values; try minimalist living for a week

Aquarius

- try innovative projects, through art, writing, or technology

- explore new ideas, through reading books or articles on unconventional topics, science, or philosophy

- participate in social activism or community service

- connect with like-minded individuals, like joining groups or forums that align with interests

- take time alone to reflect and recharge to renew motivation

- try new experiences, like new acting, foods, or adventures, which can invigorate curiosity

- experiment with technology, like new gadgets or apps

- spend time in nature, like hiking, bike riding, or a picnic in a park

- practice mindfulness techniques or meditation to calm busy mind

- create a vision board with goals and aspirations to visual dreams

More Ideas: brainstorm creative solutions to social issues or personal projects; explore workshops on unusual topics, like improv, urban foraging, or alternative therapies; conduct a social experiment, like “random acts of kindness” challenges to explore human connection in a unique way; join hackathons or creative meetups that focus in technology or social change; use VR technology to explore new worlds or experiences

Pisces

- try artistic pursuits, like painting, drawing, writing, or playing music

- practice mindfulness meditation to center themselves

- spend time near water, whether it’s the ocean, a lake, or a river

- volunteer for a cause, like community service or supporting a cause they care about

- create a dream or aspirations journal to process emotions and thoughts

- immerse in music that resonates with their mood or inspires them

- explore spiritual practices, like yoga, tarot reading, rituals, or belief systems

- surround themselves with beauty, like creating a peaceful or aesthetically pleasing environment; add plants, soft lighting, or artwork

- spend time with loved ones, and share thoughts or feelings to provide emotional support

- take a break from routine and allow for spontaneity, whether it’s a day trip, new hobby, or an adventure

More Ideas: write a short story or poem based on their dreams or fantasies; partner with other artists or creatives to collaborate in a project to blend imagination with others; join a meditation or spiritual group to share experiences; try underwater exploration, like snorkeling or scuba diving; attend a sound bath session; volunteer at an animal shelter or sanctuary; create a collaborative playlist where friends can contribute; start a book swap; participate in a poetry slam

Through the Houses

First House

- focus in self-care and personal expression; engage in activities that boost self-esteem; exploring their identity; setting personal goals, establish limits that honor personal needs; explore personal interests and passions; find authentic ways to express themselves

Second House

- explore what they value most in life; educate and reassess financial priorities; find creative ways to utilize resources; ensure life choices align with core values; declutter material possessions; explore new income sources; cultivate gratitude for resources; work towards greater financial autonomy

Third House

- enhance communication skills like increasing active listening skills; build local connections; expand knowledge and explore new ideas; engage in stimulating conversations like knowledge exchange; embrace curiosity more; engage in puzzles, games, or brain-training exercises; blog or write to communicate thoughts, feelings, and ideas

Fourth House

- nurture family relationships; create a supportive home environment like understanding and improving family relationships; reflect on emotional foundations; connect with heritage and traditions; find comfort in solitude; design a space that promotes peace and comfort

Fifth House

- embrace creativity and self-expression; build or deepen romantic connections; explore leisure activities; try hobbies that excite them; focus on seeking joy and playfulness; explore various forms of artistic expression; reconnect with their inner child and joyful nostalgic experiences

Sixth House

- address stress and well-being; find satisfaction at work; engage in acts of service that contributes to well-being; find efficient ways to manage daily tasks; more regular exercise and nutritious meals; focus on quality good and being present while you’re eating food; create boundaries to avoid burnout; incorporate more self-care routines; gratitude journaling; integrate more therapies like acupuncture, massages, or aromatherapy

Seventh House

- foster open communication; strengthen personal relationships; navigate conflicts more constructively; build new partnerships; set shared objectives for growth in partnerships; engage in projects that require teamwork; engage in community more like clubs or community activities; practice gratitude for relationships; balance give and take in all types of relationships

Eighth House

- address fears and desires; explore intimacy and vulnerability; embrace personal transformation; let go of old patterns; delve into unknown aspects of life like psychology and spirituality; understand the importance of collaboration with shared resources

Ninth House

- explore different cultures, philosophies, or spiritual practices; question beliefs and values; pursue higher education or spiritual growth; plan traveling; define long-term goals; join discussion groups

Tenth House

- define career aspirations; reflect achievements and legacy; explore networking opportunities; enhance public image; seek leadership opportunities; cultivate leadership skills and confidence; consider what they can contribute to society;

Eleventh House

- nurture friendships and social connections; purse collective goals; connect with others with shared ideals and visions; engage in community involvement; work with friends on common goals; strengthen ties with friends and like-minded individuals; visualize future aspirations and dreams

Twelfth House

- explore spirituality; reflect on subconscious influences; address emotional healing; engage in solitude for introspection; focus on cultivating creativity and imagination; incorporate rituals or meditative practices into routine; address past traumas and emotional baggage; explore dreams through recording them; cultivate a compassionate mindset that acknowledges shared struggles and fosters a sense of community; find healthy outlets for emotional release, like through movement, art, or conversation

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celestialtarot11 · 3 months ago

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Hi! Have you done Aquarius men yet? 🤍 I love these posts!

Aquarius Man—

—Misunderstood. Always felt like the black sheep of the family, the outcast for his ideas and intentions. People projected their narratives onto this native, expecting the native to be molded from their fantasies.

—Sticks alone mostly, or has a small group of unique friends. Friends who understand them at their core. Friends who fit into their “niche.” They may prefer staying alone most of the time however, just to remain independent and not get sucked into social norms.

—Can have an issue with being avoidant, shut down, or callous with emotions. He can have a pessimistic outlook on life and project perceived limitations onto others.

—When evolved this sign loves deeply, and looks at the world with new eyes. This is my canvas. There is something unmistakably prominent about this native that stands out in their family, friend group, etc. whether it be their knowledge, social status, skills, degree, childhood, etc.

—They see the world as their oyster where they can create meaningful relationships and new experiences. When evolved he can encourage others to try new ideas, with an open mind. He has a great sense of humor and may lean towards dark humor.

—Looks out for you. When he cares and embraces relationships, he will be the one to check up on you randomly. Although he is in and out, he never really forgets you.

—In deeper relationships however, these individuals are observant and chatty. They have so much on their mind and the reason why they don’t open up to everyone is because not everyone is worthy of seeing the beauty of their mind. They understood this at a young age. Especially the people who took advantage of their ideas and mind.

—Can appear quirky, prominent, or standoffish. It can be their clothing which can make them appear “darker,” or “moody.” They can wear a lot of gray, black and overall a monotone palette. Their standoffish nature is a way to protect themselves, they appear nonchalant to keep those who want to leech off their energy at bay.

—Future oriented. Every decision they make now can affect their future so they try to be conscious. An Aquarius man who is disempowered can neglect this, and more-so focus on whats restricting and limiting him. He boxes himself in as a defense mechanism and closes off.

—Fast. Quick thinkers. Good with the trends. Can predict what will trend before it does, so they can be great at stocks, trading, the market, etc. also great with fashion, the arts, and creating beautiful pieces.

—Wants the limelight but shys away from it. Has a hate love relationship with being seen and vulnerable, and hiding. He feels his duty is to protect everything, including his expression of creativity. He wants others to find their niche, not copy his.

—Something unique is in their features. Whether it be their intense eyes, shaped brows, or how their facial structure is, it is different. They may come from a mixed family, and have seen different cultures, traditions and values.

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greenpurplemylove · 7 months ago

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Laundry Conversations🧺

→ pairings: idol!jay x female!reader

→ synopsis: as you washed your laundry in the night you see a familiar face unaccompanied, but in order to not discomfort him, you try your best to converse with him as a stranger and not as a fan of his work.

→ warnings: swearing, a lil suggestive, possible grammatical errors (I’m rly sorry guys cause english isn’t my first language 😭).

→ A/N: ok tbh nothing much happens here, just a cute lil talk w Jay. OMGG my first tumblr postt, it’s rly excitinggg! I hope you guys like it 🎀

→ word count: 2,8k.

The loud music blared through your headphones as you tossed your clothing into the washing machine carefully, not caring about the world around you as you closed the machine door behind you, when someone accidentally slammed the washing machines door right beside you, startling you, making your eyes pop a little bit.

“Oh, oh gosh sorry” the guy right beside you was also startled by your reaction, “you ok?” he asked, his hand inches apart from your shoulder. You looked up at him, plucking out your headphones off your ears as you were greeted by a familiar face.

The chiseled jaw, slightly messy, jet black hair, and the distinct facial features. Was all too familiar. Not wanting to seem weird and to not stare too long, you broke the silence, “uhm, yeah no no, it’s ok, yeah I’m good” you replied flashing him a small smile.

He smiled awkwardly back before bowing and taking a seat at the long chair near the machine he was washing his clothes in. The sound of the washing machine gearing growing louder filled the void of silence between the both of you along with the voices of other people conversing and yawning as you asked yourself, why did his looked so familiar?

Until it was clear, that it was Jay from Enhypen. The idol group you’ve been fawning over since high school and in this case, you’ve been fawning over Jay since your high school days. Of course you’ve been bias wrecked by a lot of the members because of all their overwhelmingly gorgeous appeal, and yet you always see yourself crawling back to Jay. Who was also equally overwhelming gorgeous, to say the least.

You’d recall the moments where you’d blush and kick your feet reading fan fictions about him in almost every site known to the fandom world. And how you’d sing in the middle of the night and pretended like you were singing to him when it was just a poster of his face that you got off the flee market. Or how’d you sometimes fantasize about him being this perfect boyfriend for you, when clearly you are a hopeless fucking virgi-

Oh fuck

fuck

FUCK

You recited mentally. Feeling your eyes grow a bit wider than they were and your body tensing. You clearly didn’t know whether you should sit next to him, greet him, tell him his latest concert was great, or compliment how good he looks, but then a train of thought hits you.

What if he’s not in the mood right now?

You think to yourself, stealing a glance at him while he’s too busy looking at his phone until you noticed it was just him sitting there, unaccompanied.

Why is he alone?

Where is his manager?

Oh my god, what if a sasaeng comes and attacks him in the dead of night?

You worried as you scanned the whole coin laundry shop, but thankfully you didn't see any suspicious looking people lurking around so you sighed in relief.

You were definitely curious about him, because he’s your bias, you’ve never seen him up close until now and you’ve seen people literally pay hefty amounts of money just to talk to him and hold his hand. While you’re here already getting that opportunity for free. The difference being, they dressed and looked good, while you’re just standing there in your shorts, sandals, white t-shirt and unwashed hoodie since God knows when.

Well, in your defense he looked pretty casual himself. Sporting only a denim jacket, track pants, a white shirt, blue slippers and a sports cap. He looked like any other person just walking by without anyone noticing much, except for his good looks even with regular clothes on.

Now you were stuck with the decision, of whether you should approach him or get away from him. On the one hand, you definitely want to talk to him, but you didn't want to interrupt his alone time but on the other hand you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, if you said you were a fan.

By now, you were worried he thought you were acting weird just standing there, holding your laundry basket.

Fuck it

You finally decided as you sat down next to him, letting out a faint cough. The distance between the both of you was enough to go unnoticed by him. He glanced at you for a moment, scanning you up and down.

The way your leg was bouncing and how you were occasionally bitting your nails, for some reason inferred to him that you were nervous.

Nervous of what? Did you recognize him? Are you an engene? He asked himself. But he soon crossed out those ideas when you suddenly asked a question breaking the barrier of awkward tension between the two of you.

“So, are you new around here?” you asked rubbing your hands in your thighs glancing at him, pretending to not recognize him, honestly he wasn’t expecting you to talk to him so he just sat there a little dumbfounded for a moment, “uhh, no actually, been a few months since we moved in” he answered simply.

You had already plucked every bit of anxiety and shame left in you in order to continue the conversation.

“Oh, with your wife or?” you pretended to ask when you know full well he was living with 6 other guys that screams at the top of their lungs playing league of legends in the dead of night, or maybe you were just being a know-it-all and this is where his family is staying.

“Oh no, it’s uhm” he thought for a moment before answering, “I’m living with my brothers, so yeah, a lot of laundry as you can see” he pointed at the machine that was washing their dirty clothes.

A flash of calvin klein underwear hit the circular glass window of the machine and it made his eyes widen a little before glancing at you. He could definitely tell it was his since he had his initials stitched to it.

You can only imagine. But you didn’t, because you felt too guilty to think about anything overtly sexual when the man is literally right next to you. So you can only widen your eyes and nod.

“Quite the expensive taste you got there” you pointed, chuckling under your breath which made him sigh under his smile. “Usually my manager picks up these things, but tonight he’s out on a hot date, so I’m covering for him” he says as he rolled his eyes putting his hands in his pockets, low-key jealous of manager that gets to go out on dates.

He would never admit it to the public, but on his anonymous social media accounts sometimes couples would post so many cute shit together, he sometimes wish he had someone to do some of those cute things with, but eventually he just got tired of pressing the uninterested button and would just let posts like that scroll through his feed before continuing to watch YouTube videos on cooking and guitar reviews.

“I see, wait, hopefully you don’t mind me asking this" you warned but he nodded implying for you to go on with your question, "but, why do you need a manager?” you pretended to ask, looking purposely confused as an excuse to look at his face. Which was completely worth it, making eye contact with him made him flash you a small smile.

He thought for a moment before answering, looking down at his slippers before looking back to see your curious eyes following his. “I’m an idol, have you ever heard about enhypen?” he leaned forwards, almost in a whisper.

For a moment you pretended to think, leaning forward as well. “Oh, that uhm” you recalled the survival show they were in, “you’re from that survival show right? I-land, I think?” you snapped your fingers furrowing your eyebrows.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s it” he nodded and smiled, his dimples near his lips started to show making you squeal to yourself. Your eyes widen and your mouth dropped, hoping to mimmic a some what shocked expression. “You’re Jay, aren’t you?” you asked leaning forward, pressing your palm on the chair as you see him nod and smile in agreement.

Oh god, his smile is so pretty, I could just look at him all day

You thought to yourself as he turned to make eye contact with you, the same smile still plastered on his face, unknowingly turning you putty in your legs. “Did you like the show?” he asked, raising his eyebrows curiously. “Oh yeah, I loved it, but honestly I would never rewatch it” you commented truthfully making him chuckle.

“Why is that?” he asked crossing his arms before turning to look at you, you groaned remembering all the times you nearly cried watching everybody had their emotional moments on the show making him laugh at your reaction, “why? why such a reaction? Tell me” he asked leaning closer to you.

“I mean, honestly it broke my heart whenever someone was eliminated and honestly I do that with almost every survival shows” you went on as you sighed, placing your head on the arm rest of the chair, looking up into the bone white lighted ceiling until you recalled one moment that you wanted to talk about.

“Oh, you know what, fun fact” you turned to your side to face him, making him perk up in curiosity. “I actually thought you were a snob, earlier on in the show” his eyes dropped and his lips curled upwards, making you chuckle at his reaction. “I did, I remember I did” you laughed and nodded, covering your face for a moment remembering how you first initially reacted to him entering the cube in I-land with Sunghoon.

The conversation went on and on, moving swiftly from one topic into the other. As it went by, the both of you started to become less tense and started to show a more opened body language with each other, resulting in the both of you to move closer and closer until eventually your knee was just ghosting over his.

It didn’t take long for you to notice the seemingly lack of space overtime, making you blush. Noted that you’re getting along well with your bias. It made your heart skip a bit when his knee was grazing over yours, feeling the blood rush through your cheeks.

He noticed how your cheeks were becoming rosier by the minute and he realized how close you two were sitting next to each other. He couldn’t help but blush at the thought, although he knew he had to keep his distance. But somehow, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. Not when you were in the middle of explaining your favorite musical artists.

He had taken mental notes that when you started talking about your favorite topics, your hands would wander around more when explaining things and your smile was wider. He couldn’t help but smile as he rested his head on the palm of his hand.

He looked at you, studied you even. Your facial features, your voice and your demeanor. He couldn’t help but smile and laugh with you when you did the same. Even at moments where he didn’t even get what you were saying.

He liked your smile and your eyes, and he liked how your hair looked like even under all the horrible lighting. He thought you were pretty, very pretty. And the fact that you were a fan of his work made him even more attracted to you.

So far, he likes the moments where you’d tuck your hair behind your ear and how your eyes turned into crescent moons whenever you laughed and looked at him. At times he couldn’t help but glance at your lips every now and then, feeling a little guilty when his thoughts went a little too far.

He liked how the both of you almost instantaneously connected, seeing you warming up to him and he liked how well you listen to his stories and ramblings about his interests. Giving your genuine reaction and your brutally honest opinion every time. It shocked him, but it made him feel seen, appreciated even, and that made him feel good.

In return, he was a good listener to you. Even after you went on and on about the same topic, it felt like his eyes would never leave you. So immersed in your conversations that time just seemed to pass by as the both of you kept on talking, laughing at each others jokes and confessions of embarrassing memories, and blush at the smallest physical contact.

“You know it’s funny” he spoke crossing his arms, “we’ve been talking all this time and I never got to know your name” he turned to you. “Oh right” you responded before extending your arm for a handshake, “I’m y/n, y/n y/l/n” he glanced at your hand smiling before taking your hand in his. “Nice to meet you, y/n” he smiled, letting go of your hand.

Not long after you were interrupted by the dinging sound of the washing machine, turning your attention away from him. “Uhm, hang on let me get that” you stood up grabbing your laundry basket and walking towards your laundry machine.

While putting away your laundry, you sneaked a few glances at Jay every now and then, you’d always be greeted with the view of either his face being glued to his phone or him looking up and smiling at you every now and then, his dimples showing on the corners of his lips.

Until the machine beside you let out a dinging which made him look up from his phone before he stood up, put his phone in his pockets, and walked towards the machine besides you.

He’d glance at you every now and then, he would see you were busy putting your clothes away into your laundry basket and at times both of your eyes would meet, it made him look away in embarrassment before coughing as an excuse to cover his cheek to hide his blush, which did nothing since his ears could be seen displaying a light shade of red. You thought it was adorable of him and that made you let out a small smile, thankfully covered by the washing machine’s door as you felt your blood rushing through your cheeks.

You waited for him to finally close the washing machine door behind him before you spoke. “Uhm, so, I’m gonna take off now” You spoke tucking a few strands of your hair onto the back of your ear, for a few moments he just stood there, his mouth opened and turned to a smile when you said that.

“Yeah, same” he replied glancing at the piles and piles of clean laundry he has on his hands, “it was nice meeting you by the way Jay” you smiled up at him, holding up your laundry basket. His eyes soften at your form, “likewise y/n” he replied. “Ok then, I hope I get to see you more often then, have a nice rest of your day” you said before turning around, taking a few steps away. “I hope so too” he half shouted making you turn around to flash him a smile, your eyes soft like the moon on a summers day and your cheeks tinted in pink, making him blush and smile as he looked at you turning around the corner.

He liked that you decided to talk to him, despite the awkward first impression. It’s been a while since he’s been able to talk and sit with someone for the first time and made time seem to fly pass so fast. He meant what he said about how he’d hope to see you more often, especially since now he knows that your apartments are not that far away from each other. You were an interesting person to say the least and he’d love to hear more of your prospective on things both you and the both of you are interested in.

Let’s just say, it won’t take long for you and Jay to meet again in the near future.

#enhypen #park jongseong #park jongseong x reader #jay enhypen #jay x reader #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fanfiction #kpop #jongseong x reader #jay enhypen x reader

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djarrex · 12 days ago

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reverential

Steb x f!reader

read on ao3 (more warnings and notes here too) | masterlist

After months of taking it slow, your relationship with Steb finally reaches the moment of paramount connection.

18+ only. About 4.6k words. smut with feelings. biting. a small amount of blood. cunni. rough but with care. gets a tad messy. part of that good cook, tidy, and big dick agenda. I like to give Steb at least one or two short lines of dialogue as a treat. I busted this out in less than a day y’all I can't stop thinking about him

Steb loved to cook for you.

It was always a new recipe he’d wanted to try out, intriguing ingredients he’d seen in passing when patrol duty took him through the markets. He’d come home with a basket of bagged fresh bread, raw meats wrapped securely in white paper, fruits and vegetables connected by the vines. Watching him prep with such meticulous, practiced ease was its own type of mesmerizing. Those same hands would tend to the injured, wrap around the hilt of his baton, subdue and cuff criminals. A handful of times you’d felt them on your skin, gentle and testing – waters that remain tolerantly unsurveyed.

Sat atop the counter and absently kicking your feet back and forth, you watched Steb handle the knife. Held it with firm caution as he thinly-sliced the vegetables in an engrossing, downward motion of his wrist. The juices from the pick seeped out from each contact with the blade, oozing onto the chopping board along with its small seeds.

You didn’t notice that Steb has slowed his movements, turning his attention to you instead.

“Looks good,” you chimed in, shuffling awkwardly against the countertop upon catching his stare.

Steb tossed out an incredulous hum, and raised a brow to match. You chewed your bottom lip, and his response was a firm shake of his head while holding back a knowing smirk.

“What did I do?” you asked coyly.

Steb set down the knife. Picked up a hand towel and wiped his hands. Folded it nice and neat before returning it back to its designated home. Your feet stopped swaying when he came up and stood between your legs, palms pressed against the counter on either side. With a quiet hum, he pressed his forehead against yours, inhaling deeply. Discernible was the sound of his facial scales flitting against his cheeks.

Your voice pitched into a whisper. “Why’d you stop?”

“You know why,” he mumbled. Voice alluringly hoarse from disuse.

His fingers found their place cupping the nape of your neck, squeezing gently. You sighed, tilting your head back and to the side. Steb took the signal to get his lips involved, the ghost of them trailing across your jaw down the column of your throat. The sensation of his cool breath fanned against your skin made you shiver with an anxious gulp of air.

With a too-easy, beckoning tug, he took your hands in his and helped you off the counter.

Hand in hand, you followed Steb to the bedroom, the preparations for dinner forgotten.

Stood at the foot of the bed facing one another, his hands slid up your arms. Cupped your cheeks in his palms. The faintest smell of the vegetable he’d been slicing tickled your nostrils, but it wasn’t unpleasant.

Crystal blue eyes now flashed a deeper, darker shade that resembled an uncharted ocean. You brushed the back of your hand against his jaw, knuckles grazing his gills. He sighed, inner eyelids blinking a beat slower than his others. You knew what Steb was wordlessly asking for. An already extremely expressive being, his body language held no secrets from you at this point in your relationship.

You helped him undress, all the way down to his briefs. This would not be the first time you’d done so, but the gesture always felt almost ceremonial in a way. Deferential, the way you aided in folding his discarded clothing the way you knew he preferred, setting the pressed articles in a neat pile. Trusting, when you let Steb do the very same for you, affectionately guiding your shirt from your extended arms then taking a moment to fold it alongside his.

Nearly bare to him now, you let Steb guide you onto the bed, him crawling up between your legs as you backed up onto the pillows. The press of his skin against yours always felt so beautifully alien, textured in a way that was uniquely Steb. Cool and regulated to the touch, never trapping immense heat. He braced himself above you, his chest scooping down to meet yours with the bend at his elbows. His nose brushed against yours for a fleeting moment, then he was traveling downward, nosing at your jaw. Upper lip curled upward, Steb shut his inner eyelids and inhaled sharply and precisely through his nostrils. Your natural scent was his favorite, and you’d switched to unscented body soap long ago to preserve that part of you that he enjoyed so much.

The slight grippy texture of his lips tickled and scratched as they moved across your skin. Smooth, blunt teeth grazed along the trail he took, and his cooled tongue poked out to chase every determined nip. For Steb, the taste of you was probably the one thing of yours that topped how you smelled – to concretely taste a particular scent made it even better.

There had only been a handful of moments like this before now, experimenting with one another but never taking it all the way. Even so, you’d come to understand how reactive Steb was. Sounds, movements, awakenings – everything involuntary while at the same time advertent.

He’d reached the lining of your bra, how it remained curved over the plush of your breast. A mild frustration was audible in Steb’s groan, the material a blockage in his path. With a smirk at his impatience, you lifted yourself onto your elbows. He followed you upward and was quick to reach around your back and unhook the clasp. You shrugged it off and tossed it out of sight, and giggled at how Steb raised an unimpressed brow at your negligence.

He was so handsome like this, his face angled upward to meet your eyes. When you flattened back down Steb resumed his work. Took your nipple between his rough lips and twirled it with a slippery tongue. Back arched, you threaded your fingers through his thick, styled hair. Gelled strands crackled and unglued between your curled fingers. Separated from one another. Looser now, you pulled at his hair slightly, earning a low growl from him. The vibration of it sunk into your chest, where he was switching to suck at your other breast, a large hand replacing his mouth where it’d just been.

When Steb had decided he was finished with your chest, you were a bit caught off guard that he continued to move downward, rather than coming back up for a searing kiss that would have ended your activities like he’d always done before. Instead, he kissed along your abdomen then down to where your hip met your thigh, sucking your pliant skin between his lips and bit a tad harder than he’d done prior. Hand pressed firmly over your mouth, you silently keened at the slight sting of the bite, the sensation of his sharper teeth a new one for you – unexpected.

Not unwelcome, though.

Hyper-aware of what he’d done, Steb immediately paused. Ears flattened to his head. Looked up at you with regret and a thousand apologies in his eyes. You’d started to bleed a little bit, small dots of crimson beading from the broken skin.

It felt odd to admit – but you kind of enjoyed it. Couldn’t ignore how the faintest bit of pain caused your cunt to throb.

Ears still pinned back, Steb remained frozen, like you’d shatter or flee if he so much as moved an inch.

You combed through his hair reassuringly. Offered a smile to match. Bit your lip.

“It’s okay, Steb. I’m okay.” You weren’t lying, not in the slightest. In addition to it already feeling peculiar that you’d enjoyed it – you were now wanting more; so in recognition of Steb’s beliefs of actions speaking louder than words, you swiped a finger across the small wound. Pressed the pad of your finger to mouth, rubbing the crimson against the poisonous berry color of his lips.

He was visibly unsure at first, but it was clear that the hesitance was more for your sake, not his. This was all so new – so unexplored. Modeling, you ran your tongue along your bottom lip. With clear understanding, his tongue poked out to sample your divinity. The very reactive scales under his widened eyes flickered immediately and his ears bounced back. Peeking down, you saw how hard he’d gotten within his briefs. It looked uncomfortable, and judging by how rigid and stiff his body had become at this point of no return, you knew Steb wanted to finally take it all the way with you.

Heat rushed everywhere; to the tips of your ears, down your cheeks to your chest, then settled in the crux of your sex. Ever observant, Steb noticed your pleasant reaction immediately – the mutual agreement. Both of you knew that now was the time, after months of laying half-naked together and the shared, teasing touches and kisses that always had held the promise for more in the future.

But you didn’t want him to think that you were having second thoughts, because if anything, you needed him more now than you ever had.

“More,” you whispered, breathy. Took his face in your hands. Slipped your thumb just past the seam of his stained lips and gently traced along his gills with the other. “Steb – keep going.”

A new fervour took him over then, as if something that had been so deeply buried was now being exhumed. Steb eagerly lowered his mouth back to your skin, and even though he didn’t stop nipping at you, you could tell he was being more vigilant with the use of his sharper teeth. Everywhere he’d bitten was quickly chased by the cooling balm of his tongue. Licked along any breakage of skin. Small, darkened patches started to form in his mouth’s wake, an image that excited you beyond expectation. You could assume he was marking you as his, and maybe he was, because you were his.

It became increasingly more difficult to ignore how wet you had become, your panties damp and more than likely stained with it. Steb’s arousal was just as evident in the way he subtly rutted himself against the mattress. You didn’t want him to stop, but you did want him to move on. He’d never been this close to your sex before and you were sure he could smell your need with his proximity. Felt the heat that radiated from it. Tasted it in the air that surrounded him.

You arched yourself, angling your hips away from his mouth. “Please – take them off.”

He licked along his lips, cleaning up the smear of deep red that had come from another miniscule breakage of your skin. A tilt of his head sought for your confirmation, to which you quickly gave with an eager nod. Gingerly, Steb curled his fingers under the fabric that hugged your skin. Slowly guided the material down your thighs with the help of your raised hips. Curious and adoring eyes lagged behind his movements. Savored the way you looked with nothing left to cover you from him.

You had no time to ponder how fast Steb had uncharacteristically tossed your panties far from the pile of neatly-folded clothes when a gasp forced its way from your lungs at how quick and adamant he was with yanking your hips toward his face. He’d lowered himself back between your legs. Flashed you a look, one that was starved but still composed enough to catalog another confirmation from you.

Steb always was so respectful, so considerate. Patient. Caring. That’s why the two of you held out so long when it came to having sex. Touch being his main love language, physicality in a relationship was a sacred thing for him. Something that was worth waiting for. The deepest level of connection. You admired that about Steb, and you’d been more than willing to wait for him to be ready – but right now, as you felt his cooled breath against your dampened pussy, you could almost scold him for still holding on to the traits of the man you'd fallen for.

You whispered your desperate plea. His ears twitched with it.

Steb’s lengthy tongue gave an experimental swipe through your folds, parting them at the seam. You’d imagined what this would feel like, behind the privacy of closed eyes and in the solitude of your home when he was on shift, but actually experiencing it was better than anything you could have thoroughly imagined. Steb quickly became addicted to the new and very different taste of you, seemingly more inebriated and emboldened now than before. His tongue blissfully licked along the seam of your pussy, dragging it along upward and downward then attaching his lips to your clit and sucking before repeating the same rhythm over again. Your hands flew to his head, one tangling in the strands of hair that had since loosened and fallen out of place while the other cupped the back of his neck, fingers settling between the dips of the tiny fins that protruded there. Attuned to your body’s involuntary reactions, Steb doubled his efforts in what made you whimper and writhe. His tongue started to penetrate you and his hands had to instead hold your thighs open as they tensed and threatened to close on his head.

You couldn't look away from him, not as his ears tweaked and scaled fluttered, eyes squeezing shut in something akin to concentration. The lean musculature of his body looked so bewitching as his muscles flexed with his movements beneath his teal skin that practically gleamed. The softer, more pliant fins that ran parallel on either side of the hardened ones lining his spine moved like seaweed through water. Steb was still rutting against the mattress, you noticed. Spurred on by how he was making you feel. Taste. Sounds. His low groans and sharp inhalations through his nose signaled that he was seemingly close enough to come – but being the selfless, patient man he was, Steb more than likely wanted you to come first.

“Steb – Steb, look at me.”

It took him a moment to collect himself, raising his face from between your quivering thighs. His lips and chin glistened with your arousal. A dazed look settled like a fog over the ice of his eyes.

You reached for him. Cradled his face in your palm. Despite the disapproval your body felt after his departure, you flashed him a cheeky smile.

“We could keep going like this if you’d like… ” You leaned up on your elbows, conspicuously eyeing the hardness in his briefs. “...Or… ”

Steb sucked in a breath. Kneaded your thighs under his large hands. The both of you were a picture of patience, exemplary in restraint – but you really don’t think you could wait any longer.

He straightened, knelt between your parted legs. You scanned the look in his eyes as they met yours. Searched for any signs of wanting to stop, wanting to hold off another day. Instead you only found hunger, a look of lust that you’d never seen in him before. It was turbulent, the way he appraised you. You were sure that there had to have been so many thoughts bouncing around in his head, but the most important thing on his mind was you.

“I want you to have me, Steb,” you offered. His ears twitched, and he spared a glance down between his legs before returning to meet your eyes.

You’d touched him before, over the clothes. He’d felt huge under your palm, and when you’d inquired about his anatomy, Steb had very briefly explained that he was just… different. Than a human, that was. You knew he’d been with other women before, though it had only been a few very sporadically throughout his adult life, but you figured that he could not have had anything too terribly daunting that would turn someone off. Perhaps he’d wanted to leave most of it to your imagination. A way to build upon the already thrumming anticipation.

You were eager. Reached to palm at his erection, still torturously trapped in his briefs. Steb made a hurt sound in the back of his throat, and you decided that you’d like to hear it again. You continued to grope him over the fabric until your boldness born from avidity had your hand crawling up his abdomen before sliding down into his waistband. Steb bucked into your hand, his hard and leaking cock slick and feeling satisfyingly alien in your palm.

As you continued to fondle him like that, Steb leaned down and caged you in between his arms braced against the bed on either side of your head. His lips parted. Groans and nearly imperceivable whines fell from his throat as he gazed adoringly down upon you.

You pulled your hand free. Tugged at the waistband. “Take them off, handsome.”

Steb obeyed comically fast and you finally caught a glimpse of what he’d been keeping from you for far too long. He really was huge. Not enough to be totally off-putting, but you had a fleeting worry about it fitting comfortably inside of you. You quickly noticed the darkened shade of teal along the length of his cock, and the head was the same hue of his lips. As it throbbed, the slightly tapered shape of it with a slight angled curve to the side made your body tense in anticipation.

Steb climbed back on top of you. Braced himself on his forearm and squeezed your hip with his free hand. You felt his cock jump against your pussy, the head of it slightly catching on your clit. The two of you groaned in unison, and you felt yourself throbbing with need.

You spoke his name, quiet and sure. Steb leaned down to kiss you. Reverential in the way his tongue slid along yours. Consuming. He started to rut against you, his cock sliding through the mess he’d already made of you. Breaking apart, you nodded up at him. You were more than ready, and you knew in your heart that he’d take care of you.

Your eyes screwed shut when the head of his cock started to penetrate you. The sensation was already so overwhelming. Thicker than your fingers, but what it really had to have been was the gravity of it all. The long awaited moment, the trust that had steadily been built throughout the duration of your relationship. The connection, the understanding.

He couldn't have been more than a couple inches inside of you when he came to a halt.

Your eyes fluttered open and Steb’s stare was piercing. By the way his body was practically shaking, he was clearly fighting some carnal instinct to sink in all the way and let loose, but his care and concern for you far outweighed anything else. It dawned on you that there were tears in your eyes, the chill of one sliding down your flushed cheek.

“I’m fine,” you assured him. It may not have sounded convincing, but it was the truth. “Steb, really. I’m fine, it’s just… a lot.”

It really was a lot.

Considering, he hummed. The reactive flicker of his scales was soft, like the faint shuffling of playing cards.

“Keep going slow. I’m okay.”

It took a few moments for Steb to believe you, but after what seemed like a quick assessment, he nodded. Resolute. Your hands flew to his biceps as he continued to enter you, inch by inch. The stretch of your walls as you accommodated to the feeling of his cock sent you into a tizzy. You were drunk with it. The pleasure-pain. Steb’s eyeline grounded you, determined to watch one another during this moment of paramount connection.

Unsure of how it was possible, Steb’s groin was flush with yours. That’s when he finally allowed his lids to close, and you did the same. Through the darkness you felt his forehead once again meet yours. The slick of the sweat beaded along your hairline stuck to his skin, made slicker by his own chilled perspiration.

He lifted and you affectionately raked your fingers through his hair. You felt him throb deep inside of you, and you clenched in response.

Steb hissed. Flashed his teeth. A ragged breath fanned against your face. “If you keep doing that…”

Testing, you clenched again. Steb growled at that, and jerked his hips. You yelped, sure he’d punched a hole right through you. You were so full. Held him inside of you until he decided it was time to move.

You couldn't help but yank his hair as he steadily pulled out. You could feel everything, suddenly hyper-aware that he had little frills along the underside of his cock that rubbed against your inner walls in a purposeful way. When only the head remained, nestled right inside your tight hole, Steb gave you a look. A check-in mixed with a confirmation, then layered with a warning.

You sucked in a breath, secured your other arm around the back of his neck, and nodded.

Steb went quicker than before, but still remained composed. Sheathed the entire length of his cock but wasted no time in pulling back out. He continued like that, increasing the speed with each thrust, until he fell into a rhythm. The breath was knocked out of you every time, but once again you were grounded by his eyes, piercing as they shone a light on his internal craze. He took what he needed and you gladly accepted him. Moaned and whined at the stretch and fill. His ears flickered and bounced with every sound you graced him with, scales dancing under his intense eyes. Your breasts bounced with the force of his thrusts, the mattress creaking with it. Parting his lips, Steb leaned down and licked a fat stripe along the tendon of your neck. Growled at your taste. You held onto him as he tapped into something deeper, a dangerous flood of heat washing through you and pricking hot in your limbs.

You’d never heard Steb this vocal, though the quiet curses and praises that fell from his lips onto your sticky skin were still barely discernible. Regardless, hearing him this lost in it was creating a high of its own, sending a tidal wave of fervour crashing down upon you.

Steb readjusted. Straightened himself onto his knees and grabbed roughly at your hips. At this angle he wasn’t able to fill you all the way, but you quickly caught on that his reasoning for the change of position was for a different need. Through the haze you observed him staring hard at your belly, visibly pleased with the way he made your skin subtly bulge with how deep he still was able to get. Your mouth fell open with a wail, and Steb shuddered at the clench of your cunt around him.

A creamy film settled as a messy ring around the base of his cock. The sight was utterly lewd. Obscene, just as were the sloppy wet sounds of him rapidly thrusting into your sopping sex. Baring his teeth, Steb hissed once again. A filthy curse tumbled out from his ragged breathing, the sound of it inebriating. He’d never spoken quite like this before. Always so respectful and proper. You truly were a drug to him, intoxicating enough for him to forget himself. Pull things out of the deep chasms of his mind.

It wouldn't take much more for you to come. His touch, something other than the bruising grip he had on your hips, would be enough to get you there. He was so pussy-drunk, completely consumed in the throes of it all. Steb was so beautiful like this. Vulnerable, more so than you’d ever witnessed. Completely open and taking what his body needed. You loved it, maybe even loved him. It was ridiculous, how bashful you felt wanting to touch yourself as Steb fucked you boneless, but you went for it despite the unnecessary embarrassment. His eyes widened with a clear understanding as your fingers swept once, twice against your clit. Took your gesture into his own hands. You arched at the deliberate pressure applied by his deft fingers, swirling beautifully in time with his thrusts.

You chanted his name. Breathless, on repeat. Your orgasm hit you hard, your body convulsing at the intensity. Tears filled your eyes. Steb kept going, slowing only slightly at how tight you’d become with your climax. Your thighs quivered and toes started to cramp. He pulled his hand away and instead went for his cock, ready to pull out at any moment.

Eyes closed, you felt him quickly yank himself from you. Relief. Wet, smacking sounds filled the room as Steb finished into his hand. Groaned and cursed under his breath. Then, a louder “shit” had your eyes flying open, landing on the extreme mess he’d made. Milky translucent fluid seeped through his fingers, too much for him to hold discreetly. Your jaw dropped as it continued to spurt from the flushed head, and you scooted toward him out of some strange instinct, letting your swollen pussy and lower stomach catch what was left.

If seeing his spend on your skin was dizzying for you, you could only imagine just how badly it affected Steb. Completely in awe. Fascination swept over his exhausted features. Studied the image of you laying like this; spread out, flushed, covered in his spend.

You got up and scooted towards him. Kissed him deeply. Steb held you against him with his forearm pressed into your back, careful with his sullied hand. When you pulled away, you felt him chase your lips. Kissed him again, this time with every ounce of energy you had left. Your head became dizzy with it.

Steb finally allowed you to break away, but didn’t let you get far. His clean hand pulled you closer, fingers at your nape. Forehead to forehead. Shared breathlessness. You basked in the moment, something truly made all the more memorable with how genuine Steb was with you. Maybe the wait was worth it. The emotions you were feeling seemed to clog your lungs. Heat the ducts in your eyes.

Suddenly you became cognizant that you were sitting in a huge damp spot, stained with your shared release. Fluids tickled as they streamed down your skin, joining the mess below you.

You sighed. “We should–”

“I love you.”

Steb’s confession, though quiet and slightly shrouded by your own words, sounded so sure. So truthful and weighted. The tears really did start to form then, clouding your vision until you blinked them away and down your cheeks. Steb looked at you, really looked at you. Deep into your soul. That’s how it felt, anyway.

“And I love you,” you responded, a bit shaky. Steb grinned at you, appearing as if a massive weight had just lifted from his shoulders. It dawned on you then that he’d been waiting to share that with you until this very moment, after your first time together. It was beautifully symbolic – but you could almost laugh at the timing of all of this, confessing feelings while bare and sticky with the aftermath of sex.

And you did laugh. Disbelief juxtaposed the total clarity you were feeling with the sound of it. Unfazed, Steb just couldn’t blink away the stars in his eyes as he revered you.

“What I was going to say–” you giggled, squeezing Steb’s hand, “--Was that we should clean ourselves up.”

Dinner finally came after you had, once more for each of you while in the shower together.

#djarrex writes #steb x reader #steb arcane x reader #arcane fanfic

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hongssimi · 2 months ago

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naruto running // lee sohee

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ you were stunned. it was definitely your fault for assuming your online friend was a girl. for god’s sake, naruto’s a shonen anime, an animated show marketed to boys and men. but it wasn’t completely your fault too. i mean, sohee never clarified to you that he was a dude either.

ᝰ pairing .ᐟ fanboy!sohee x fangirl!reader

ᝰ genre .ᐟ crack // written & smau

ᝰ word count .ᐟ 0.9k+ (text only)

ᝰ warning .ᐟ please practice stranger danger, second-hand embarrassment moments, mentions of dicks, dirty jokes, and sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship

ᝰ author's note .ᐟ happy birthday to my favourite naruto fanboy lee ddori<3 this fic was inspired by sohee’s obsession with naruto and that one time he went to the naruto exhibition in korea… also the fact i have to specifically search "riize sohee" online for his photos because sometimes other sohees appear instead and they're all girls lmao

you were truly excited. you hadn’t met an online friend in so long, especially one that was in the naruto fandom, and lived in seoul. your friends in the fandom were mostly girls from other provinces, and the ones that were from seoul were all busy corporate slaves, so you barely got to meet them.

"you know how i look like… right?" you texted sohee.

"yeah ok i’m coming hold on"

"that’s what she said"

of course, you being you, you had to make a dirty joke when presented with the opportunity.

you were curious how sohee looked like. it was the first time you were meeting her, after being friends for about three months. you became friends with sohee since she first joined the fandom on twitter. she’d never posted her photos on twitter, which meant that you knew nothing about her facial features – except that she once mentioned she had four or five moles on her left cheek, and that her twitter profile photo was of her eyes.

she’s probably pretty, right?

i remember she told me that she studies applied music in university so maybe she can sing? if we end early, we can go sing at the karaoke after the exhibition too!

waiting for sohee, you imagined she was someone with a cute face but sharp jawline, a pretty smile, and long luscious hair – until she stood in front of you calling your name.

“y/n?”

you lost your train of thoughts as soon as you saw her.

she was a he.

you were stunned.

“you’re y/n, right? i’m sohee,” a handsome guy wearing a gray beanie and a track jacket stood in front of you, taking off his white mask.

“you’re sohee? user soheeruto?”

he nodded to your questions, asking you afterwards if you were okay as you had your mouth left agape. it was definitely your fault for assuming your online friend was a girl. sohee was such a feminine-sounding name, and was a name mostly used by girls.

you stood up and ran to the restaurant washroom, which was a few tables away from your table.

it wasn’t completely your fault, was it?

“um... hi?” you peeked out of the washroom door and slowly walked to your table and greeted him.

“was i that scary?”

“no, it’s just… i was shocked. i thought you were a girl because-”

“you thought i was a girl?”

“well i mean – you didn’t even correct me every time i texted you with feminine terms! and your name! sohee! it’s technically a name that leaned more towards girls!”

“okay, okay, calm down. can we order food first and then i’ll explain my… um, lore?”

as it turned out, it was indeed, not completely your fault. although sohee hadn’t put his pronouns in his profile or explicitly mentioned he was a dude, his profile biography wrote “naruto-loving shonen (i like sasuke more though)”, which he thought mentioning ‘shonen’ was sufficient in specifying his gender. though, gender didn’t matter much to him when making friends, as long as it was someone who enjoyed watching naruto. he was also used to being misgendered from just his name — which was socially known as a more feminine name — because he just didn’t care enough to correct unless he absolutely needed to.

“this steakhouse’s steak bussin’ though.”

“right? i always come here whenever i crave for steak, it hits every time,” you replied sohee.

“but do you normally naruto run – or did i just shock you too much for being a dude?”

“shut up, let’s go to the exhibition,” you got up to pay for the meal for the both of you, before exiting the store with sohee, as repayment for him paying your exhibition tickets.

“sohee, turn around and pose!”

the both of you were on an escalator heading towards the entrance of the exhibition, when you asked sohee to turn around so that you could snap a picture of him – that you sent after through the file sharing function on your phones. he returned the favor after by taking your phone to snap a photo, asking you to pose with the sign at the entrance. the both of you had so much fun looking at the exhibition, recalling episodes of the anime as you walked through each section.

as attendees, you had complimentary photo booth passes, which you chose to take yours with sohee while his own was a solo shot. it didn’t really matter to you if you didn’t have a photo booth of just yourself with the naruto exhibition frame compared to a photo with sohee for your first meeting.

sorry to everyone, but i’m gatekeeping my photo with sohee from the rest of the world.

“y/n, wait. i want a photo at this wall,” sohee asks right before the exit of the exhibition, unlocking his phone and opening the camera application, before passing it to you – which you found to be a weird habit he had as he could’ve accessed the camera app without unlocking his phone, but to each his own.

“thanks for today, y/n. it was really fun.”

you nodded and smiled at sohee, agreeing that your first meeting with the gray beanie boy was fun. the both of you took so long in the exhibition, enjoying every bit of it. you documented everything for memories’ sake, not realising sohee took a photo of you in the midst of it until he had sent it to you on twitter after parting ways.

✶⋆.˚꩜ AFTERTHOUGHTS .ᐟ˙⋆✶ not the author and seunghan cousin insert at the end lmaooo anyways hope you enjoyed this abomination of a fic... i don’t even know what i was on to have written this but it barely has anything to do with naruto besides the exhibition being a plot device

✶⋆.˚꩜ PERMANENT RII7E TAGLIST .ᐟ˙⋆✶

#ssimi.sai #sohee #lee sohee #sohee x reader #sohee imagines #sohee scenarios #riize #riize sohee #riize x reader #riize scenarios #riize imagines

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familiarscars · 2 months ago

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Lost In Control | Bad Omens | CHAPTER 05

adult content | minors do NOT interact.

⋆ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. Bad Omens X ex-girlfriend and singer!Reader.

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. You and Noah had a difficult ending but you still need to support each other for the band.

⋆ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒). melancholy, ex-boyfriends, difficult relationships, alcohol abuse, bad words, drug addiction, violence, betrayal.

It's okay to not agree with the characters' attitudes during the fic. It's good to remember that the story is fiction from the author's sick mind and of course they will make dubious decisions according to my fantasies. Nothing is done to be compared to reality.

If they thought you weren’t lucid enough to make decisions, now they could be certain of it. But the truth is, you had never been so sure about anything. All you wanted now was to quiet the storm of voices inside your head, and the environment you were in wasn’t helping much.

“Please, boys, give us some privacy,” Gerard, the executive, requested, never stopping the pen spinning between his fingers. Apathetic gaze, controlled breathing, minimal facial expressions. Let’s just say your current boss wasn’t an easy man to read between the lines.

The gum in your mouth gradually lost its flavor, and the rubbery texture sticking to your molars seemed stiffer with every chew. It matched the tension in the room as glances crossed over the table, both of you waiting for the boys to leave.

“This must be some kind of terrible joke.”

“At no point did I say it was a joke,” you replied simply, eyebrows raised, making it clear how little you cared about the conversation. “I want to go back to Richmond.”

There were things you had learned from Noah without much effort, and one of them was hiding everything behind a blank face and short sentences.

“Can I know the real reason you’re acting so high and mighty, throwing away your career and, as a bonus, sabotaging my band, where I’ve invested money, time, and effort?” he asked, tapping the pen against the wooden table. “But I mean a real reason, something I should actually take seriously. Not your tantrum with one of your colleagues after he got tired of screwing you!”

His words seemed deliberately harsh, and you had expected this, knowing that any weapon he had to hurt you, he would use. But nothing moved you so easily, and he would need to try a little harder.

“Gerard…” His name left your lips almost like a song. “I’d like to remind you that this band you’re so eager to protect when you throw in our faces every dollar you’ve invested belongs to me and the boys, nothing more. I don’t remember seeing you in any of those dark attic meetings when Bad Omens was nothing!”

With utter calm, you adjusted your posture in the chair and crossed your legs, never breaking eye contact.

“It’s so easy for you to come in now, after signing a piece of paper that grants you rights to four albums and a percentage of the merchandise, and act like that makes you the owner. But that’s not how it works,” you continued, leaning toward the table. “Bad Omens owes you the last album, which I just contributed to by writing the song. So my part is done. The tour can go on without me; Noah can handle it.”

Gerard listened attentively to every word, tracing an invisible line on the table. A raspy laugh escaped him, and it was impossible not to furrow your brows, wondering what the hell the old man found so amusing.

“Someone here didn’t read their own contract, did they?” Something about that question wiped the expression off your face instantly. “When you signed with the label, there was a clause in bold letters about all members remaining until the end of the contract. The absence of one results in a breach, with a penalty of up to 40% of the band’s earnings to date.”

“You…” you spat out in disbelief. “How dare you say that when you’ve spent the last few years sabotaging our band to favor your son’s? We can’t have our own marketing team, our social media is controlled by you, and we can’t even choose our release dates!”

If the band had ever played at big festivals, the credit should go to the connections they made along the way, using them as stepping stones. From the way Gerard spoke, it almost sounded like they did an excellent job and the members were ungrateful.

Five starry-eyed kids, elated at the possibility of someone finally betting on their band. All intoxicated by the promise of a better life and being heard, with zero knowledge of how things actually worked. Easy prey for a man like him.

“Me?” He pointed at himself, spinning his chair until he was facing you again. “You want to destroy the band, the same band you arrogantly claim as yours. But let me tell you, outside that door, you and those four idiots own nothing!”

He snapped his fingers in the air.

“Most of the money you’ve earned would be spent on penalties. The name Bad Omens belongs to me until the contract ends, as do the rights to the last three releases. Noah wouldn’t be able to sing Just Pretend even in the shower without paying me for every line. Got it? Or has the crap you sniff already rotted your head?”

Your fists clenched so tightly on the table that you could hear the joints crack from a distance. Gerard had never mentioned anything like this before; nothing had ever threatened you until now. From this vantage point, you were beginning to see a different side of him.

He walked around the table until he was beside you, and the warmth of his breath stirred strands of hair on your shoulder as he leaned in close to your ear.

"If you leave, the band ends. That’s the simplest outcome. But do you really think that’s what they deserve?" he taunted. "If my memory serves me right, it’s you who owes him. Isn’t it?"

"Get away from me," you growled through clenched teeth.

"I’ll admit, this isn’t exactly a desirable prison for me either, given the mediocre artist you’ve turned into over the past few years. You ruin your own performances, bring nothing new, and are declining in every sense." His voice was laced with scorn as he gave you a pointed once-over. "Your exit would definitely be a win for the band, but that idiot Noah doesn’t see it that way, and I’m not in the mood to cancel another tour because of you two!"

Back to square one.

The band had gained traction in recent months, but not enough to make money a non-issue—especially with Gerard overloading the schedule with more shows and commitments than anyone could reasonably handle. You had savings, but doubted they’d cover even half the cost of a breach-of-contract fine.

"You’d rather keep me working against my will, even though I’m visibly showing signs of physical and mental exhaustion?"

Like an overheated device forced to run nonstop without a break or a chance to be unplugged, that’s exactly how you felt. When the weariness in your mind seeped into your body, causing pain in every part you could name, it was like a flashing red warning sign in front of your eyes.

"If we’re being honest? I don’t care what you really want. I don’t care if you have to drown yourself in drugs to keep standing on that stage. I don’t care if you wreck your skin or drink yourself into oblivion after another fight with him, as long as it leads to you writing a decent song." He sighed, almost satisfied. Gerard pulled something from his pocket—a vial with a white substance—and placed it in your hand. "Keep your word and don’t be selfish by destroying your friends’ dreams. If you truly love Noah, you know what needs to be done. He already knows you’re weak; you don’t have to prove it all the time."

The entire conversation spun in your head like a rollercoaster of words. You wanted to punch him, to shove his teeth inward and make him swallow every personal insult he’d hurled about your life and your damn history. Seeing the triumphant smirk he wore after renting a space in your mind wasn’t part of today’s plans.

Clutching the vial tightly in your hand, you turned your back on him and slammed the meeting room door behind you. Leaning against the other side, you processed everything again, forcing yourself to search for the smallest crack you could cling to in order to flip the script. Being in his grasp was suffocating, like being suspended by thin strings against a wall.

Your spiraling thoughts were interrupted when you sensed someone’s presence. The scent reached you before he did, and your eyes closed as you clenched the vial tighter before shoving it into your pocket.

"I need to talk to you about what happened today, and don’t even try to tell me—" The harsh tone Noah used dissolved in a fraction of a second, his eyes shifting from furious to melancholy. "Are you crying?"

"Do you mind getting me out of here?" you pleaded, watching as Noah nodded slowly.

He walked beside you through the entire floor, waiting for you to step into the elevator before following close behind. During the descent, there was the sweetest silence, but you knew him well enough to tell he was agonizing over the words piling up inside him.

For some reason, he continued to respect your wish to say nothing.

As you reached the building’s exit, your steps froze, and Noah looked at you in confusion. When his eyes followed yours across the street, you heard him murmur something with a heavy sigh.

In a swift motion, Noah removed his cap and placed it on your head, pulling up your hoodie and sliding on a pair of sunglasses. It wasn’t perfect, but it was what you had.

Across the street, you counted six girls wearing the band’s T-shirts. They seemed like ordinary fans, phones in hand, but any group of fans had started to terrify you over time. You never knew how they’d react to seeing you, and that paralyzed you in place.

Wrapping an arm around your shoulders, Noah tried to provide as much reassurance as he could, pulling you closer into his hoodie. It shouldn’t have been this hard—just a few steps and you’d be in the van. Nothing could go wrong.

"Noah! Noah! Noah!" one of the girls shouted excitedly as you walked in a straight line. "Can we get a picture?"

"Girls, would you mind giving us some space?" he said gently, almost surprisingly. "We really can’t stop right now."

"But we just want a picture with you!" she insisted, her tone hardening.

"And I just want you to let us pass!" he snapped, dragging you along to keep moving.

"Noah would never refuse to take a picture. It’s all her fault!" she muttered to the others. "Every time they’re close, she pushes them away from the fans!"

The last straw broke the camel’s back.

A sigh escaped your nose as you ripped off the cap and sunglasses with the same speed you broke free from Noah’s hold, spinning around to face the group.

“WHAT?” You dared to ask again, as if you hadn’t understood.

“Exactly what you heard! Every time you come back, you drive him away from the fans! Your mother is right when she says you’re a disgrace because you don’t just ruin your life—you’re ruining Noah’s too!”

“GO TO HELL, YOU FUCKING BITCH!”

Everything happened too fast. After screaming, you pounced on the girl like a leopard on its prey. Your still-injured hand, cut from smashing the mirror earlier, struck her face, the same face you relentlessly hit with blow after blow.

The flashing cameras capturing the scene didn’t faze you. You’d escaped the cage, desperate for the release of your fury. The metallic scent of her blood filled the air as she squirmed beneath you, but you pinned her torso down with your legs.

“Yes! Show them who you really are!” she shouted in between the slaps that turned her head from side to side. “A deranged lunatic who shouldn’t be allowed in society because you act like an animal.”

A strong grip on your waist yanked you back, forcing you out of your dominant position despite your resistance. Overpowering your screams, Noah threw you over his shoulder and stormed toward the van with long strides. You fought to break free along the way, but with no fans left around, he ensured you couldn’t return to the battlefield.

In the backseat, you focused on pressing the blood-soaked bandage against your fists, deliberately adding pressure. The sharp sting of pain and the remnants of glass shards still embedded in your skin kept you awake, the sensation clashing with the adrenaline surging through your chest.

“You’re going to need a stronger bandage for your hand,” he said, looking down at you. Noah was holding back a laugh with considerable difficulty. “And guess what? Everyone else left, so you’ll have to accept my help.”

“Fine.”

Noah hesitated, clearly surprised by how quickly you agreed, undoubtedly questioning if he’d heard you correctly.

“Huh… well, that wasn’t so bad. Actually, I’m impressed you still have decent reflexes,” he teased, nudging you with his elbow. “What did you say? POW! POW! POW!”

The way he pitched his voice high and reenacted the fight scene made you burst into a long laugh. Slowly, you shook your head, denying that you were giving in so easily, but there were exceptions when he reminded you of the old Noah.

“Wow!” he said, raising his eyebrows. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you smile at me like that.”

“Well, it’s not like you give me many reasons to.”

The van stopped in front of the place you’d called home since the breakup—a small space with furniture still wrapped in plastic, its windows sealed like no one lived there. Noah scanned the area, inspecting every detail, including the pile of unopened mail. Something on the wall seemed to catch his attention.

“You still have this,” he remarked, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he touched the lightning bolt keychain hanging among your keys. He used his index finger—the one adorned with the ring you had given him. “It was the only thing my money could buy back then. A stupid keychain.”

It was never just a stupid keychain to you.

“When you moved out, some of my things came with you, and if it’s not too much to ask, I’d like them back.”

Your mind tried to sift through what he might be referring to. Clothes, records, books—maybe even his glasses. Yes, plenty of things had come with the move.

“I…”

The words lingered, dying at the edge of your lips.

“I got rid of everything that was yours.”

“Everything?” His eyes cracked like poorly cut crystal, his voice betraying a shift in tone. “You didn’t want to keep any part of me?”

And in that moment, Noah wasn’t talking about material possessions.

“No, Noah.” You clutched your palm as if it could hold you up, resisting with everything not to let your voice break. “I didn’t want any part of you.”

Reluctantly, he smiled, but his tearful eyes betrayed him as droplets rolled down his cheeks. Sniffling to fend off the emotion, he wiped his face quickly, inhaling deeply as he straightened and looked at the ceiling.

“Thanks for today. I’ll manage from here,” you assured him firmly, taking a step back. Noah nodded and adjusted himself to head toward the door but hesitated, stepping back as if he’d missed something.

“If your plan to leave the band failed, unfortunately, I’ll see you at rehearsal tomorrow,” he said, his expression shifting as quickly as a gust of wind. “But I expect you to value my time this time. I can’t deal with your lack of professionalism anymore, and I won’t let it slide from now on.”

At last, he turned his back, and the door closed as you allowed yourself to collapse into a fit of sobs, sliding down the wooden frame. Through your gasps, you thought you heard something on the other side—a sound so similar, just as anguished, slicing through the walls of your chest without anesthetic.

⭑ @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard ; @anarchydomainglory ; @iluvmewwwww75

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vikaschauhanwriter · 1 year ago

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Australia Facial Care Market Size, Share & Forecast 2023-2028

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grandisknight · 4 months ago

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welcome to philo | jeremiah

summary: Jeremiah knows your flower order by heart, and you plan on repaying the favor in kind.

tags: nsfw (mdni), developing relationship, gn!reader (no specific descriptors), banter, flowers, exhibitionism, oral sex/blowjobs, feelings, jeremiah losing his mind, swearing, m!orgasm, facials, (1) xavier mention

wc: 3.0k | ao3 | kinktober in deepspace masterlist

a/n: first time giving jeremiah some lovin' and i have no idea how it spiraled into this but we are here :D

Soft notes of plucked guitar strings and accompanying percussion filter the floral air of Philo, marking another quiet yet fulfilling day at play.

Jeremiah enjoys these moments of peace, lost in thought with his hands neatly arranging a new vase of freshly bloomed marigolds.

It still took some time getting used to, truthfully. A life where turbulence and struggles amongst the cosmos that once felt like yesterday began to dwindle in the lanes of his memory. The warmth of Linkon City was a form of domesticity he had the privilege of knowing. Though, it didn’t hold the same shine to the bask of Philos’ cobbles and fields.

Even so, he’s made great efforts to carry on since. Jeremiah believes he’s done well for himself, and his cherished flower shop is a testament to it.

He dusts away the nostalgia amongst the skirt of his apron, gloved hands rough at the friction when his masterpiece is finally set. The golden petals stood proud, a reflection of their crafter’s touch.

A chimed ring accompanies the completion in apt timing, soft footsteps echoing soon thereafter.

The florist straightens his back, puts on his practiced award-winning smile with a chirped, “Welcome to Philo.” He’s ready to roll out his customer-friendly and marketing genius spiel when he pauses in his tracks, eyes widening in recognition. “It’s you!”

“It’s me,” you wave back in greeting. Your strides make their way to his countertop, where he excitedly pulls you in for a half-hug. “Business hours slowing down?”

“A bit,” Jeremiah says, pulling back and a smile in his eyes. “Are you here for your usual?”

You nod, settling your hands along the edge of the cool marble. Jeremiah is quick on his feet, scurrying around the tiles and swiping at certain pots. A handful of fine greenery, baby breaths for a splash of white decor, and the main star—pale blue florets with a ringlet of yellow blossomed in the center, each of the three pieces beautifully nurtured and bright. Bunches nestled in his arms like a newborn, he slides past with a playful wink and lays them before you.

“You’re the only one I know who still orders these kinds of flowers,” he comments, reaching for a pair of scissors. Procured from his hip pocket, he carefully snips at the excess leaves, green plates of flora fluttering to the floor.

“And you’re the only one who knows how to care for them properly.” You prop your chin into your palm, observing him in interest. The florist was in a world of his own. It was truly admirable to see someone so dedicated to a craft as intimate as floral arrangements.

“The best in Linkon, no one does it like you.”

Jeremiah chuckles, laying out a pattern of baby breaths and myrtle atop a clean sheet of parchment. “I’m flattered. Don’t let the other flower shops hear, surely they’ll come and be nothing but a pain in my ass.”

You laugh with him at the thought, shaking your head. “Nothing wrong with keeping your competition on their toes.”

Taking one of the three blue focal pieces in hand, you carefully push at its petals, silken soft to the touch. It was fascinating, a small piece of life so fragile yet present in your grasp.

By the time Jeremiah notices his last piece was missing—presently doted for in-between your fingers—the bouquet was only a centerpiece and hard string away from being complete. He clears his throat, noticing you jump in surprise, before a sheepish smile dressed itself across your expressions alike.

“Ah, right. Sorry,” you hold out the flower to him, a bridge from your heart to his. “Didn’t mean to interrupt the master at work.”

With a faked tone of lower cadence, Jeremiah offers a generous, “But of course, you are forgiven.” His best attempt of mimicking a kind and benevolent ruler, though it cracks towards the end into his regular voice.

You half-curtsy once the flora was out of your hands, raising an imaginative skirt in the air. “Oh, how gracious of you, good sir.”

He lets out a softer chuckle, before quickly wrapping the composition into a perfect bundle. A loop of string later, he lifts the flowers tenderly, one hand at the base and the other underneath the bedding of petals.

“For you, my liege,” Jeremiah jokes, though it strums his heartstrings when you let out the sweetest laugh. He could feel a flush tickle his neck, to which he holds in an odd form of defense with a clammy hand. The other is still outstretched, waiting for you to accept his graces.

To which you happily take in, eyes wide in appreciation and the flora reflecting in its glimmers. “Thanks, Jer,” you speak into the petals, inhaling them calmly and enjoying their fresh scent. “I owe you one.”

“No, no,” Jeremiah shakes his head, hands in his hips in turn. “I’ve told you before. These are always on the house for you, just as long as you swing by.”

“Mm.” You hum, before gently placing down the bouquet to the countertop. “Still, it doesn’t feel right. To just always take some of your flowers with no real payment in return.”

You were sure that wasn’t a viable business practice either. It’s been this way ever since you were first introduced to one another; you’d say hello, and Jeremiah would send you off at the end of your visit with a smile and selection of budding flora in tow.

“That’s—“ Oh, the words lodge themselves in his throat when he feels something warm touch him. It would’ve scared the wits out of Jeremiah, if it weren’t for the gaze that found itself on your hand—neatly perched atop of his.

Jeremiah stumbles in his response. “That’s, ah, fine?”

Fine? He wasn’t sure when it turned into a question, nor when did the air in his greenery space become so… impeccably stuffy. But Jeremiah just stares at your hand, processing it all before sparing you a glance.

“You don’t sound so sure,” you tease, tapping the pads of your fingers against his knuckles. In a blink, you’ve met him halfway across the counter once more—though this time, your noses were only a hair away and he could see his surprised expression so clearly in your mischievous eyes.

Your voice lowers some, paying attention to the growing flush that stains his cheeks. “Let me pay you, Jeremiah.”

“I—Wow, you’re pretty,” he blurts out.

He meant pretty close, though ‘pretty’ wasn’t exactly wrong either. The sunlight dripping in from his ceiling rooftop painted a halo around the crown of your head, shadows gently shaping your face into a newly bloomed sunflower. More than just pretty, he thinks to himself. An absolute angel, even.

Jeremiah bites his lower lip in quick realization and embarrassment, though it only curls the edges of your smile further. “Thank you,” you say, tilting your head in thought. “So, can I take that as a yes?”

He considers this. “I have a feeling that if I say no, we’ll just be going in circles,” he says, more so to himself than in answer. Thinking out loud, letting the ideas process in the moment they occur.

“Maybe,” you shrug. “Maybe not. I promise I’m flexible, but I just think…”

You manage to turn his hand over, and much to his surprise, he naturally accepts the way your fingers slide into his. Warm, very, very warm. And soft. But more importantly, your hand is entwined with his—and he likes it. Jeremiah likes the feeling of holding your warm, soft hand.

When you squeeze his hand, it pulls him out of his thoughts and back to your words of, “You deserve to be compensated and taken care of, Jer.”

“I do?” He sounds almost bewildered at the fact.

“Of course,” you say, stating the obvious to his oblivion.

Slowly, you bring your closed hands to your lips, looking past your lashes and enjoying the sight of rouge blush saturating his skin. A kiss as soft as those silken petals touches his knuckles before you pull away. Even through the fine leather covering his hands, he feels their presence.

It would be fine, Jeremiah thinks, if he passes away at this moment. If he lets the heavenly graces take him away after receiving a piece of love so tender, from someone he’s grown to adore—it would be fine.

And also, because it has his mind running a hundred miles per hour at the thought of wanting all of that and more. Put him out of his misery to save him the embarrassment of these heated feelings immediately at the forefront of his mind.

“Let me pay you,” you repeat, a quiet intent slowly sinking into your words. “Please?”

Knowing his voice would betray him somehow, Jeremiah only nods and says, “Alright.”

—

Jeremiah is a mess.

He normally prides himself on being organized, keeping things in shape and surfaces clean. After every bouquet, he would sweep the floors and recycle leftovers—even spray down the marble with disinfectant and wipe until it was sparkling clean. Like clockwork, he’d dust his skilled hands across the skirt of his apron and feel that it was another successful day. Whistling while he works, keeping up a tune to the radio or one from his imagination—Jeremiah’s day normally went like this.

Today had almost everything on that agenda. What would he call his, though? A special occasion, probably?

Those very same hands, now gloveless, found themselves tangling and toying through your hair. The lips that push together in an airy shrill of whistles are currently? Pushing out quieted moans of your name, head lolling back from the ecstasy of it.

Jeremiah shouldn’t be doing this.

Uniform in disarray as much as his curls of auburn, his back practically engraving the countertop’s edge into his skin from how hard he was pushing against it. The zipper of his pants long forgotten, the fabric pooling around his ankles.

Oh, but Jeremiah realizes that there’s something so ungodly pleasant about seeing your lips hover above his cock. Tongue flat against his length that currently hides between a fine layer of cotton boxers. The fabric ran a shade darker from where the heat of your touch traces it, leaving quite an impression.

Jeremiah is a mess, at your disposal, and can’t deny that a part of him screams in joy.

“You,” he breathes out, somehow finding his voice amidst the lustful sighing. “I told you, we—we could’ve done this in the backroom.”

“And I said I wanted you here, Jer.” You press a meaningful kiss to his lower head, smiling when it twitches at your touch. A firmer press allows the stained spot to push past beads of pre to your mouth, and you hum at the tanginess through soiled cotton. “Besides, no one’s going to see us, yeah?”

“I-I mean, yes.” Jeremiah confirms as much, making an effort to conceal the shop with a wave of energy.

To the naked eye, the glass interior of his shop houses his well-grown plants and marble befitting of its owner. To Jeremiah’s wide gaze, he could only watch the way you make your way downwards, kissing and caressing wherever possible.

“But it’s not going to last, and ah—hah, shit—“ He hisses when your hand squeezes along his length, and he could feel your nails lightly drag along the underside. “I can’t concentrate when you’re down there like this.”

It’s not the first time he’s managed to conceal his shop from the outsider looking in. Sometimes it was required, especially when Xavier tumbled in and out as he pleased, evol abilities damned and secrets afloat. It was, however, the first time he’s had to pull strings just so no one would see the show playing out at the reception countertop.

A shiver ran down his spine whenever his eyes made contact with a passerby—fleeting, and wondering if they could somehow see past the veil. See how there was an angel between his legs, and that he enjoyed it.

You let out an almost pitiful hum, though the sympathy differs from the fingers dipping past his waistband. “Mm? I think you can, don’t underestimate yourself.”

The thought was kind, but even Jeremiah had his limits. His hips cant on instinct when your unblocked warmth curls around his length, only growing with need by the second. Swiftly, and much to his relief, you free him from those confines.

“Wow, Jer. You’re real pretty,” you coo, delicately raising your fingers from the cusp of his base to the curved head of his cock. “Hard just from looking outside?”

“Wha—No, I just,” he stutters, but even he can’t deny it. One glance to beyond the glass and back to your knowing smirk has him weak in the heart but strong where it matters. “Just keeping a lookout,” he strains.

Flush and stiff from the newly exposed air, you take your time in stroking him. An occasional press to the skin just below his tip has his knees buckling. He fit perfectly into the palm of your hand, a beautiful sight and weight to behold.

“Maybe let down the curtain then? I’m sure everyone would love to see their precious florist be deflowered like this,” you tease lightly.

‘Someone might see’ rings like blaring sirens in his mind—and for a moment, he seriously considers it. Jeremiah’s blush only worsens, the thought doing a number to his senses. He dares to raise a witty quip in return, but it melts into a gasp when your lips seal themselves over his leaking slit.

You have the gall, he thinks, to hum around his cock this way. And look devastatingly stunning too, eyes round in pleasure, all for him to see. To feel, to watch how you take care of him.

His fingers cradling your head tighten some, though nothing too heavy-handed. Whether it is your doing or his, you make a slow descent down his length, jaw slacking to take in as much of him as you could.

If he thought your hands were warm, your mouth was an oven that neatly shaped and swallowed around him. He feels you huff, before firmly rubbing your nose to his abdomen and a garbled noise rouses from you.

“Don’t force yourself,” Jeremiah pants, gently leading you away from his nestled cock.

You allow him to do as much, popping his head from your lips and smiling. The lightest string of saliva pulls at your bottom lip and stays with him—Jeremiah can only stare, entranced.

“On the contrary,” you say, a slight grit to your voice from the loss. “I’m doing all of this because I want to.”

Room for argument falls naught when you return to his erection, and that devilish warmth warps his senses once more. With every bob of your head, Jeremiah’s wanton moans only grow in volume. You search for his hand—which, currently gripped the counter for dear life—and bring it to rest around your throat in permission.

His fingers twitch over the skin, before realizing he could feel it. No way, no way. Curiously, Jeremiah presses his fingers closer to find that his cock occasionally brushed them, the shape all familiar and busied down your throat. It tingles, feels way too good, especially when you hum in delight.

“Oh, I’m about to—yeah, yeah,” Jeremiah rambles, abdomen clenching at the rush of searing heat spreading throughout. “Gonna cum, come, shit—!”

In the heat of the moment, his hand draws you away from his cock, throbbing and welcoming warm streams of his undoing. You work him through the spurts of release, leaning down with an open mouth to capture what you could. Some of it lands on your tongue, hanging off of the curves—a majority stuck to your cheeks and painted them in a viscous white, smooth and sticky all the same.

Jeremiah feels like a leafless stem, waning in the wind and completely blissed out by the time he comes to. His fingers massage your skull gently, and his half-lidded gaze blows wide when he realizes what an absolute mess he’s truly made this time.

“Oh, sorry, let me get that.“ He searches for his apron, only a few inches away and neatly crumpled in a pile. The pockets, somewhere in there is—ah, he pulls out a small handkerchief, pleating the square and bringing it to your cheek.

You follow his hand whenever it swipes at his excess cum, patiently waiting and watching with satisfaction rimming your eyes. Jeremiah is gentle, patting and swiping alike with the calm moment settling between you.

“There,” he declares, putting aside the fabric that definitely needed to be washed. A wave of decorum crashed against him, and he’s quickly pulling his pants into place. Bringing you up with him, he smooths out your hair and starts to ramble. “Are you okay? Was this alright? I know we kinda just, went for it and all, but I—“

You squish his lips together with a press of your finger, amusement clear in your sigh. “Yes, yes and yes.” You pull your finger then, tapping your own lip in thought. “If anything, those should be my questions to you, Jer.”

Jeremiah blinks, then listens to the pace of his heart and rise of his breaths. To which he deeply inhales and says, “Yeah, I’m great. Thanks, actually.”

The blush settles into his ears this time, and you can’t help but reach for them in a light pinch. “Cute,” you mumble, though loud enough for him to hear—the red only deepens because of it.

“A-anyway, your flowers,” Jeremiah coughs, waving a hand sheepishly towards them. “They’ve been, well, paid for.”

You turn, picking up the lovely arrangement and hugging it to your chest in content. “I’m glad,” you nod, before pressing a fleeting kiss to his unsuspecting cheek. “All is well!”

Before he could even scramble to words, you were already halfway across the tiled floor and standing at the entrance. Flowers nestled in your arms, and a smile so brilliant it made them seem dull in comparison. “Same time next week?”

Jeremiah cups the cheek where you touch lingers. In his heart, the budding adoration grows another branch, his affections blooming steadfast.

“Yeah.” He finds himself smiling back. “I’ll see you then.”

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