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Dollar store Misty.
Gotta catch 'em all!
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When you are shuffling through books and find a wild PokĂ©mon card. More specifically a Pikachu. Does this make me Ash Ketchum cause now I wanna be the very best, like no one ever wasâŠ
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I half expected âITS PIKACHUâ in all caps, ââšits Clefairyâšâ, and âFUCKKKH-â as optionsâŠ
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#poll#science side of tumblr#meme side of Tumblr#i want to be the very best#like no one ever was#to catch them is my real test to train them is my course#ill travel cross the land searching far and wide#each shit post to understand#SHITPOST got to post them all#its so truuue are memes will pull us through#you teach me and ill teach you#shit post
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As stressed as I am right now (about 18 hours of good vibes sent my way would be very welcome at present) there's no denying that cbd has been helping. I got in the back of an Uber and closed my eyes, rested my head near the window to feel the breeze on my face and 1) I was able to actually feel a little bit of pleasure (usually unable unless I'm very slightly high) and 2) I NEVER close my eyes in an Uber. I feel like I HAVE to watch the driver drive. What am I gonna do if something happens? Fuck all. But I can't look away. Except now I can.
There are four scent things, one in every vent. It's overwhelmingly perfumed in here. And yes, after a while I will still get a migraine. But I went probably a full three minutes without a mask (just to see, one window down) and only at the end of those three minutes did I start to feel that creeping sense beneath the smell that if I didn't block it things would get rough. For reference: I can usually feel things start to go downhill at the first whiff.
As someone who can't metabolize most anti anxiety medications well at all, this is a pretty big deal and worth looking more into for sure. It's not exactly cheap, but this peace of mind is worth it. It's not what I'm thinking, it's what I'm not. An absence, not a presence. I'm not thinking about death every few minutes, I'm not feeling myself actually pull back from enjoying something too much lest I invite the other shoe to drop. It's not all gone, but even a dent in it is very odd in a good way. Less inflammation for sure.
#The real test will be in about 10 days when I'm at the worst spot in my cycle#I don't bleed anymore but you best believe the hormones are still a thing#It was weird to come to the realization recently that like#It's not that I think I don't deserve good things#It's just a fundamental belief that if the universe catches me relaxing too much it will fuck with me#And i don't want to be fucked with so I'm always staying measured#I have been living my life waiting for THE awful tragedy that strikes everyone#It's in every story so mine must be coming right?#And it just hit me recently that some people go their whole lives without something awful happening to them#And arguably? Something already did. I'm missing a chunk of my arm from it.#I don't have to keep waiting for something bad to happen#If it's gonna it's gonna and I might as well be happier until then#I just haven't figured out how to peel off those layers of defense yet#Anyway thanks for reading#Chronic-les
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Gonna be the Very Best!
Closed starter for a fellow Pokemon Master! @areumxmp
With Central Park teeming with the liveliness of the Lunar New Year festival, Felix couldn't help but join in on the festivities; but alas, after playing for hours, he was content to sit down with some popped lotus seeds and play some Pokemon on local play; gotta recharge, after all! He connected he earbuds and mic to his Switch and plopped himself down next to the giant ice sculpture of a Japanese dragon, making himself comfy as he snacked and sipped on some iced milk tea from Davina's stall (extra honey for sweetness because, yeah, Felix had a problem).
But it was while he was playing with a familiar avatar in the usual 'local play' on the park's wifi, he realized...wait, was that...was that the same music HE was hearing out of his physical ear...but also through his earbud? "Ayo, friendo~", he began as his own character followed the guy's down the path. "Weird question, but like, are you near the big snowbattlefield? Cuz, like, I could SWEAR I'm hearing that same pipa literally meters away from me."
#areumxmp#gonna be the very best#{ LIKE NO ONE EVER WAS }#{ TO CATCH THEM IS MY REAL TEST }#{ TO TRAIN THEM IS MY CAAAAAAAAAAUSE }
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I love them. Together weâll be the very best like no one ever was!
Trick or treat!!!
Treat! You got a Salandit! :D
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I know people on tumblr looove stories of underwater cave diving, but I haven't seen anyone talk about nitrogen narcosis aka "raptures of the deep"
basically when you want to get your advanced scuba certification (allowing you to go more than 60 feet deep) you have to undergo a very specific test: your instructor takes you down past the 60+ foot threshold, and she brings a little underwater white board with her.
she writes a very basic math problem on that board. 6 + 15. she shows it to you, and you have to solve it.
if you can solve it, you're good. that is the hardest part of the test.
because here's what happens: there is a subset of people, and we have no real idea why this happens only to them, who lose their minds at depth. they're not dying, they're not running out of oxygen, they just completely lose their sense of identity when deep in the sea.
a woman on a dive my instructor led once vanished during the course of the excursion. they were diving near this dropoff point, beyond which the depth exceeded 60 feet and he'd told them not to go down that way. the instructor made his way over to look for her and found a guy sitting at the edge of the dropoff (an underwater cliff situation) just staring down into the dark. the guy is okay, but he's at the threshold, spacing out, and mentally difficult to reach. they try to communicate, and finally the guy just points down into the dark, knowing he can't go down there, but he saw the woman go.
instructor is deep water certified and he goes down. he shines his light into the dark, down onto the seafloor which is at 90 feet below the surface. he sees the woman, her arms locked to her sides, moving like a fish, swimming furiously in circles in the pitch black.
she is hard to catch but he stops her and checks her remaining oxygen: she is almost out, on account of swimming a marathon for absolutely no reason. he is able to drag her back up, get her to a stable depth to decompress, and bring her to the surface safely.
when their masks are off and he finally asks her what happened, and why was she swimming like that, she says she fully, 100% believed she was a mermaid, had always been a mermaid, and something was hunting her in the dark đ
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pornstar!satoru and pornstar!suguru managing to talk you into letting them both fuck you at the same time on filmâa double penetration scene.
apparently, after a few... lewd images of the three of you together were leaked by a blue-eyed attention whore who swears he didn't mean to edit, upload and caption them before posting them on his main twitter, your combined audiences have started begging for video content of the three of you. and what better than a filthy threesome to spark the flame of your three-way-affairs?
it's how you end up riding suguru, feeling his cock so deep inside of you that you swear he's in your stomach. your hands find purchase on his muscled pecs as you ride him to the brink of orgasm; sweat coats your skin, his too, and as it is with suguru, your moans aren't played up for the sake of porn: they're raw and real and so loud as he encourages your sounds with a finger circling over your clit.
those at home watching the pair of you, only one hand free as they stroke or finger or rub themselves in time with each thrust of Suguru's hips up into you, are all met with the sight of satoru walking into frame. cock hard and big and at attention as he climbs onto the bed behind you and takes a few moments to kiss at your neck, reach around and play with your bouncing tits.
how he teases you with his words, whispers them into you ear with full knowledge that the cameras microphone wont pick up on his words. there's no production crew this time around, no directors forcing a position or calling for breaks and ruining the building tension in your already coiled stomach.
"gonna fuck this pretty ass so deep, see if i can feel sugu through you hm? you want that?"
and his word already have you on edge, all you think you can manage is a moan of approval and the slightest nod of your head, but satoru grabs your chin and guides your gaze to the camera. "say you want it, say you want me."
"iâfuckâi want you, toru. want you to fuck my ass while i ride suguru."
the domesticity, the sweet nicknames you wouldn't have said on film if you were half as aware of the world around youâit's a lot for poor satoru to handle, what with how hard his cock is, how it's already leaking so much precum onto the sheets beneath you. he can barely still your hips for long enough to work himself into your ass, and the stretch of him is enough to push you forward and on top of suguru.
you're given a moment to adjust, a full minute of stillness to catch your breath and acclimate to the overwhelming fullness you feelâthe weird way you feel whole, and the inevitable loss you'll feel once this is over. the moment is also given to stop the poor boys from cumming all too quickly. suguru can feel satoru pulsing inside of you, and satoru swears he can feel suguru's cock twitch. you squeeze around the both of them, test their resolve with a simple roll of the hips, and then choke on your spit when they both start thrusting in tandem with each other. hard and fast and mean and all at once.
it's blinding, the pleasure you feel all of a sudden.
suguru is strong and domineering with his hands on your hips and his cock nestled deep in your pussyâhe thrusts his hips up, matches satoru's unkind pace in such a way you're sure you'll be unable to walk the next way. gorgeous praise slips from his lips as you hold eye contact with himâyou're surely a mess, fucked stupid by two men at once.
satoru is eager and manic in the way he takes your ass. his hands perched on suguru's thighs as he ruts into you over and over in chase of a climax he knows is going to be unearthly. he'd praise you if he could, but all that spills from his mouth are incoherent babbles of pleasure that would make anyone listening think that he's the one being impaled on his almost too-large cock.
they work so well togetherâyour pleasure seems to be the one thing they consistently agree on. you don't even have the mind to worry about the video length with how fast you're reaching orgasm, dragging the boys with you as you shake between them, wracked with pleasure so overwhelming you're nearly in tears.
it's a clip that gets shared on every porn site and blog known to man. of you, a fucked out mess between two lust-struck men each cumming inside of you at the exact same time your own orgasm crests.
the clenching of suguru's stomach as he bucks up into you, natural instincts rolling his cock as deep as possible as he empties his balls inside of you.
the way satoru tilits his head back, jaw tight and hair a mess as he forgets how to breathe when he paints the inside of your ass with his cum.
and you, impaled on both cocks at the same time, overstimulated and shaking with the remnants of the strongest orgasm you've had in a long time, and still rolling your hips in hopes of more. another round or three, as long as you stay this full.
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Ë Ęđ„ Ę âMY BOYFRIEND IS GONNA KICK YOUR ASS !â
WINDBREAKER BOYS PROTECTING YOU FROM PERVS. ft. kaji ren, togame jo, umemiya hajime, sakura haruka, hayato suo, toma hiragi, kiryuu mitsuki, & kyotaro sugishita x f!reader
sfw. wc: 2.6K. oh how iâve been wanting to write this since i finished the manga! but individual warnings are below <3
KAJI REN. referred to as she/her, âmy girl,â comments about your outfit
âMy boyfriendâs real scary yâknow.â Your voice falters a bit as you take another step back, hands coming up defensively. âAnd heâll be here any moment.â
Itâs a lie that you hope sounds convincingâ because Kaji coming to save you today may be nothing more than a desperate wish of yours. How would he even find you in a place like this? Youâre not sure exactly how much time has passed since youâve started running, but youâre certain that by now, you and Kaji should have already been inside the bakery, finally getting to taste test the new fruit pastries youâd been dying to get your hands on.
It started off as just a loud whistle your direction, then led to an uncomfortable conversation about how youâre not interestedâ and that you have a boyfriend. One thing led to another, and somehow youâve ended up here, out of breath from speed walking and completely lostâ and to top it off, the only person near you is the one youâve been running so desperately from.
You wish Kaji was here already.
âOh yeah?â The man in front of you takes a step towards you, lips contorting into a sick grin when he sees your hands trembling. âI don't see him.â
Your lips tremble a bit when he reaches you, towering over you with ease. âDonât you dare touch me.â You warn, âMy boyfriend will beat your aââ you yelp as youâre suddenly pulled to the side, stumbling into someoneâs chest as they pull you flush against their front.
The familiar scent of candy melts away your fear in a split second.
âKaji!â
You can tell when you glance at him just once that he isnât happy. His forehead is damp with sweat, and he looks disheveled, chest rising up and down with labored breathsâ he must have been running around trying to find you this entire time.
Your boyfriend clicks his tongue in annoyance, eyes narrowing as he sizes up the man in front of him. âProblem?â
He rips off his headphones, letting them hang around his neck as the man feigns an apology, unapologetic eyes looming over your figure again seconds later. âBut yâknow man, you should be keeping a closer eye on your girl,â he points to you with a smug smile, âshe was practically begging for me to say something with the way sheâs dressed.â
âI wasnât!â You protest, face burning as you tug on renâs coat. You thought your outfit was cuteâ and definitely not anything crazyâ you double checked. You really did. But heâs pointing at you now, rambling on about how you wanted thisâ and you canât help the way tears start to blur your vision.
âHuh?â Kaji snarls, head tilting to leer at the man. The arm around your waist pulls you tighter against his chest, and you hear the angry thumping of his heart. âWhat'd you say?â
âOkay, okay, Iâm leaving now.â The man chuckles in defeat. âI was just joking. Wasnât gonna actually do something to your girl.â he waves him off. âYou should lighten upââ
He chokes when Kaji grabs a fistful of his shirt, pulling him off balance before knocking him backwards, your pursuer falling roughly onto the floor as he winces in pain. âThen get outta here already.â Kaji glares, a stark contrast to the gentle way his hand is pressing against your lower back to guide you away.
âAnd donât let me catch you looking at my girl again.â
TOGAME JO. referred to as she/her, âmy girl,â you wear his jacket
Togame gives you a sleepy smile as he watches you from Minisoâs entrance, excitedly sorting through the newly restocked blind boxes. He was resting his back against the wall behind him when he caught his first glimpse of that guy.
Heâs wearing a dark hoodie, head turning back to shamelessly stare your direction as he passes by slowly. Itâs enough to get togame back up on his feet immediately, quickly heading your way just as the man reaches to get a feel of your thighsâ
âHow shameless.â Togame laughs, big hand squeezing painfully into his wrist. âTryna bother my girl?â
In any other situation, Togame would chuckle at your obliviousness, your headphones cancelling out any noise as your eye catches the cinnamoroll section, letting out an excited gasp as you head that way. You really had no idea.
âM-my bad man.â He stutters, ripping his arm from Togameâs grasp. âJust thought she was my sisterâ was just gonna tap on her back to grab her attention.â
Togame raises an eyebrow at the lazy excuse, leaning down until the man takes a nervous step back, eyes darting to the side to avoid Togameâs glare. âSister? Thatâs my Shishitoren jacket she has on, no?â
The man feels heavy beads of sweat roll down his face when Togameâs hands curl into clenched fists. âYou mean to tell me your lil sis is from Shishitoren?â
âI said it was my bad,â he repeats, chuckling nervously. âIt wonât happen again okay? I wonât bother her again.â
Togameâs hands return to his pockets. âWonât let you off so easy next time,â his voice is low as he steps aside to let him off, âso youâd better keep your distance.â
UMEMIYA HAJIME. referred to as she/her, âyour girlâ
Umemiya instinctively perks up when he hears two voices behind him, momentarily tuning out your gushing about how cute the little plant kits at barnes and noble are.
ââŠ.She's probably taken.â
âIs that her boyfriend behind her? Think she's talking to him.â
There's a chuckle between them. âDoesnât matter. Go tell her what you just said to me when she's alone.â
âWhat?â The man laughs. âAsk her if i can grab a handful of that ass?â
More laughter.
Umemiyaâs jaw clenches, eyes darting back at you in a flash, and heâs relieved when he sees youâre still gushing about the flower kitsâ completely oblivious to the two men just beyond this aisle. Heâs by your side in an instant, arms wrapping around your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder.
âOh.â You turn to press a quick kiss against his temple, smiling when he melts into your touch. âHi, Haji. Did you find a book?â
âNothing here.â He sighs dramatically, his embrace around your middle tightening just enough for you to barely notice. âBut we can grab some of those flower kits.â
âReally?â
âOf courseââ
âHey.â A familiar voice interrupts him with a stifled laugh, followed by a tap on his shoulder. With the roughness, itâs more like a jabâ but he lets that slide.
âAhâ your friend, Haji.â Your voice comes off as a mix between a question and a statement.
âHey, my friend has something to ask your girl.â
Umemiyaâs jaw clenches again, and your eyes widen a bit at the sudden change in the atmosphere. The first friendâs hand is swat off of his shoulder in a split second, Umemiya straightening back up to look back at them.
Their first thought is that heâs a lot taller than they had pictured. A lot more muscular tooâ and they take note of the way his muscles bulge against the fabric of his shirt. âWhat, you have business with her?â
They flinch at the tone.
âAhâ sorry.â The second friend stutters. âWe got the wrong person.â
SAKURA HARUKA.
âAhâ what happened?â Your hands delicately cup Sakuraâs face, ignoring the way his cheeks instantly turn into a deep shade of scarlet. âN-nothing happened!â He weakly swats at your hand, a futile attempt to dissipate the heat spreading through the tips of his ears.
âI was only in the bathroom for five minutes.â You laugh. âHowâd you manage to get into a fight so fast?â
He stiffens when your arms come to wrap around his bicep, resuming your ramble about some recipe you wanted to try tonight. MacaronsâŠor something. He doesnât pay much attention, because he knows whatever you end up making will be good anyway.
ââAre you listening, Sakura?â
The clueless look he gives you confirms it. âSo you werenât. I had a feelingâ but itâs okay.â You giggle. âBut you didnât answer my question from earlier either. Howâd you get into a fight?â
His eyebrows furrow deeply as he decides whether or not he should tell you. âThey wereâŠ.â he clicks his tongue angrily, âthey were talking about you when you walked by.â
You can feel his muscles tense as he deepens his scowl, still trying to fight off the blush plastered across his face. âI just gave âem what they deserved.â
HAYATO SUO. referred to as she/her, mentions of how youâre dressed
âWhat a bitch. She was totally asking for it.â
I knowâ dressed like a whore.â
Suo stands up from the bench outside your local convenience store, hands dusting off the dirt on his pants. You had asked him to wait outside earlier because âyou wanted to grab him a super delicious snack that he would most definitely love.â
He had a feeling the two dirty men who entered the store minutes later were bad news, so he was already on high alert before listening in.
âThat whoreâ you mean my girlfriend?â Suoâs voice comes out calm, a stark contrast to the sickening anger and pressure he feels building up inside his chest.
âHuhâoh. Yeah.â One of them chuckles, jutting their thumb at the entrance. âThat bitch inside your girl? You let her prance around with her tits hanging out for everyone to see?â
He's calm and composed as they size him up, their chins tilting up to look down at him. âShe's pretty, isn't she?â and Suo fails to stifle the chuckle that escapes his lips. âDid she reject you too harshly for your liking?â
One of them balls his fists, muttering profanities under his breath as he leans closer to him. âNow how'd you know that? You should really teach that bitch some fucking manners.â He reaches forward to grab Suo by the collar, eyes blinking in confusion when he finds himself spun behind Suo seconds later, feet struggling to find their balance.
ââThe fuck did you do?â
âItâs a bad habit of hers,â Suo continues. âI understand it though, not wanting to be around a pathetic thing like you.â The edges of his lips tug into a faint smile.
The other manâs eyebrows twitch, spitting empty threats as he he throws a wide swing, only to find himself reduced to his knees seconds later. âT-the fuck...â he grumbles to himselfâ he could have sworn he could practically see his fist connect. What happened?
âYou'd be better off looking for someone to protect yourself the way I do for her.â His words are mocking as he heads towards the storeâs entrance. âAndâ it'd be really unfortunate if i see something like this happen again.â
TOMA HIRAGI.
âH-Hiragi? What are you doing?â
Your lips are pressed in a nervous line as your hands come to shyly rest on his chest, sucking in a breath when his arms come to roughly cage you against the trainâs walls, strong body towering just over yours.
âDo youâŠneed more space?â You whisper, heart racing at the proximity. You can smell his cologne so well at this distance.
Hiragi simply shakes his head, distracted gaze shifting between you and something behind him every few seconds. âItâs okay.â
He swears his stomach isn't churning like this without good reason. Itâs not just a coincidence that the same person who he had noticed eyeing you at the boba shop had gotten onto the same train. He could let it go at that, but the same man had been slowly worming his way through the crowd to get closer to the two of you. And while heâs not certain, he thought he saw the man take out his phone and try and angle it beneath you, but not before jolting and dropping his phone onto the floor when Hiragi's hands abruptly slammed against the wall beside you.
The train suddenly rocks, sliding his phone to the other side of the train, and youâre knocked off balance, face slamming against Hiragi's chest. âS-sorry!â
âItâs okay.â He gives you a smile, hand coming to cradle the back of your head and pull you closer. âYou okay?â
âIâm okay...â you mumble, rubbing the bridge of your nose. âYour chest is hard.â
He responds with a light chuckle. Itâll be okay like this, he thinks. Heâll protect you with his body for now, and figure out what to do with that guy later.
KIRYU MITSUKI. âpretty thingâ
âItâs no wonder she doesn't like you,â Kiryu sighs. âYou're gross.â
Your mouth is ajar as you stare at the state of the man who was harassing you only moments ago, his unconscious body resting neatly against the wall after Kiryu had dragged him there.
âSorry you had to watch that, pretty thing.â His hand comes to gently interlace with yours. âBut he didn't leave me with much of a choice, did he?â
âItâs okay.â Your voice drops to a whisper. âThat was so cool of you.â
His eyes widen a bit before his lips curl into a small smile. âOh? You think so?â
âMhm. I don't know what wouldâve happened to me if you were there...â your voice trails off a bit.
You really don't know what would have happened, because it's not like you know how to fight or anything. Getting hit on is enough to make you nervous, so a pushy guy like that was too muchâ you froze up as soon as he started spitting threats after you expressed your disinterest.
Thereâs a light squeeze around your hands, and youâre reminded of this gentle warmth that Kiryu always brings with him. âDon't worry about it.â He gives you a small smile. âIâll just need to accompany you more often when you go out. Itâs no problem.â
KYOTARO SUGISHITA.
âYouâre like a bodyguard, Kyo.â
You giggle at the huff beside you. âHowâd you even react that fast?â
It all happened within a second. You were walking beside him, stopped for a brief second to bend down and peer at the plushies lining the shop window, not noticing the man approaching youâ his grimy fingers coming to take a peek under your skirt. Before you had even registered the feeling of the cloth moving, there was a loud crack, and the man was on the floor, groaning with his hands covering his bloodied face and a very angry Sugishita on top of him.
âHe made me angry.â
Of course he would be. And if you werenât with your boyfriend, it would be an entirely different story. Youâd bring along your assortment of self defense items, ranging from pepper sprays to taser lipsticksâ and youâd be a thousand times more cautious. Pay extra close attention to everything around you.
With Sugishita, however, itâs different. You think of it as being able to turn off your brain⊠or something like that. Whatever lets you truly relax and enjoy your time with him, and itâs always okay because your boyfriend is there to protect you. âWell, donât be so mad, cutie.â You smile, your fingers reaching to interlace with his as he tenses at the nickname.
âEverything is okayâ Iâm okay. Iâll even get us smoothies to help lighten the mood.â
He lets you drag him to your favorite smoothie shop in silenceâ still fuming about the incident. He wonders why youâre not shaken up. Ifnhe had been one second later, that piece of shit would have lifted up your skirt. In public. His jaw clenches at the thought, angry eyes darting at any anyone who dares look your direction.
âWhyâreâŠâ his voice trails off, remembering what Umemiya said about toning down his choice of words around others. âWhyâre you so happy?â
âHmm? Iâm not too worried.â You laugh. âYouâre my bodyguard right? Nothing will happen if youâre here.â
part 2
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taking bestrogen to become the very best, like no one ever was
Taking beastrogen to become a wretched creature
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Where have all the good men gone, and where are all the gods?
To catch them is my real test, to train them is my cause
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HAUNTED BY YOUââFATHER MAYHEW
part two!!!!!!!!
â summary | father mayhew is being tormented by dreams of a worshiper at the church, who appears both angelic and temptingly sinful in his visions. as the dreams grow more intense, he begins to wonder if theyâre a sign from above or a test of his faith. when you confront him, father mayhew must choose between maintaining his distance or giving in to the passion thatâs been haunting him
â pairing | father charlie mayhew x fem!reader
â warnings | nsfw under the cut! mdni! wet dreams (strong start! i know!), description of self-pleasuring, oral (m!receiving), heavy degradation,hair-pulling, just overall rough sex, orgasm denial
â ev's notes | like everyone and their damn mom, i've fell under nicholas's damn curse and i just had to come back to tumblr for this very self-indulgent fic. this is just porn with a lot plot LMAOOO. BUTTTTT my requests are open if you wanna send anything in! (please do btw i'm obsessed w nicholas LMAO)
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Father Charlie had always believed in the purity of dreams.
They were, in his mind, the unfiltered whispers of Godâor at least, they had been. Lately, those whispers had been replaced by something far more sinful, and the dreams that used to bring him peace now left him gasping for air, tangled in sheets soaked with guilt and lust.
It started a few weeks ago, innocently enough.
Youâa devout presence in the church, never missing a Sunday massâhad always caught his eye, but only in the way a shepherd might glance over his flock. He admired the way they knelt at the altar, the reverence in your bowed head, the delicate movements as you lit a candle in prayer. He told himself it was only admiration. But then the dreams began.
At first, they were fleeting images: your hands, fingers brushing over rosary beads, your doe eyes glancing up at him, lingering just a moment too long. He could dismiss them as nothing more than his mind playing tricks on him, the remnants of a long day.
But the dreams grew more vivid, more demanding. He saw you standing in the chapel late at night, a halo of moonlight casting a soft glow over your features, and when you turned to him, your gaze held something more than devotion. Something in between desperation and lust, something that was pure filth.
Charlie would wake in the dead of night, his chest tight with guilt and desire. Heâd slip out of bed and kneel before the small wooden cross in his room, praying for guidance, praying for strength. But no matter how many Hail Marys he whispered into the darkness, the dreams persisted.
And now, they were getting worse.
Tonight, the dream came again, but this time, it was sharperâtoo real. You stood before him, just as you did every Sunday, but there was no congregation. Just the two of you, alone in the quiet sanctity of the church. He could hear your breathing, could feel the weight of your presence as they stepped closer, your fingers grazing over his. He swallowed hard, his throat tightening as they looked up at him with eyes that seemed to hold the weight of eternity.
"Father," you whispered, your voice soft but filled with something dangerous, something that made the blood in his veins run hot.
He wanted to look away, wanted to pull his hand back, but he couldnât. Instead, he stood frozen, his heart pounding in his chest as you moved closer, so close now that he could feel the warmth of your breath on his skin. You reached up, their fingers brushing lightly across his cheek, and he felt a shudder pass through himâhalf desire, half longing.
"Why do you run from this?" you asked, your voice a low murmur that echoed in the stillness of the church. "Why do you run from me?"
He swallowed thickly, words catching in his throat as he tried to speak. "This isnât⊠I canâtâŠ"
But before he could finish, you pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him with a touch so gentle it felt like a caress. "You donât have to speak," you whispered. "You already know the answer."
With that, you kissed himâsoft at first, almost testing, as if waiting for him to push you away.
But he didnât.
Instead, he felt himself melting into the kiss, his resolve crumbling as you deepened it, your hands sliding over his chest, pushing aside the fabric of his cassock. The feel of their touch was electric, every nerve in his body alive with sensation as they explored his skin, your fingers leaving trails of fire wherever they roamed.
"Please..." he heard himself whisper, though he wasnât sure if he was begging them to stop or to continue. His breath was ragged, his heart pounding in his chest as desire overwhelmed him
Your lips traveled down his neck, leaving a path of heat in their wake, and Charlie groaned despite himself, his hands moving of their own accord to grasp your hips, pulling them closer. You pressed against him, and he could feel the softness of your body against his, the intoxicating scent of your familiar perfume filling his senses.
He knew this was wrong. He knew he should stop, should pull away and regain control of himself, but he couldnât. His mind was clouded with lust, his body betraying him completely as your hands continued their exploration, your touch driving him to the brink of madness.
"Let go," you whispered, your breath hot against his skin as you slid a hand lower, your touch eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him. The pleasure was overwhelming, surging through him like a wave as you stroked him, you movements slow and deliberate, coaxing him closer and closer to the edge.
Charlieâs grip on the altar tightened as he felt himself losing control, his body trembling with the force of his desire. He wanted more, needed more, and you seemed all too willing to give it to him, your lips pressing against his once again as your hand moved faster, pushing him closer and closer to release.
When it came, it was like an explosion of heat and pleasure, washing over him in waves that left him gasping for breath. He clung to you, his body shuddering with the intensity of it all, his mind spinning in a haze of ecstasy and guilt.
And then, as quickly as it had begun, it was over.
Charlie woke with a start, gasping for breath, his body tangled in sweat-soaked sheets. His heart raced, pounding violently in his chest as the remnants of the dream clung to him, vivid and inescapable. He shut his eyes tightly, trying to shake the images from his mind, but they lingeredâsoft touches, whispered words, the sensation of heat curling through him in ways it shouldnât.
It had been more than a dream. It was more sinful, more explicit, and far too real. His skin still burned from where you had touched him, your hands roaming over his body with an intimacy that made his chest tighten with guilt. His throat was dry, aching, but not with thirstâno, with something far deeper and darker.
"God," he muttered, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes. "Please..."
He shifted under the blankets, feeling the undeniable evidence of his arousalâa sickening reminder of what had transpired in the dream. Shame washed over him like a cold tide, dousing the warmth that had gripped him so fiercely only moments ago. He didnât dare move, his entire being consumed by regret and disgust.
He couldn't believe he came from the mere thought of you. It was sickeningâhe felt like a teenager all over again. How could he have let this happen? How could his mind, his very body, betray him like this?
Your face flickered in his mind againâthose eyes, filled with longing and desire, the way you had smiled at him, that wicked, knowing grin. It hadnât been innocent, not in the least. You had touched him in ways he had never been touched in a while, ways he wasnât supposed to experience again.
He threw back the covers, the cool air in the room hitting his overheated skin as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. His feet hit the floor with a soft thud, and for a moment, he simply sat there, head in his hands, struggling to regain some semblance of control.
A priest wasnât supposed to feel this way. He wasnât supposed to be consumed by desire, least of all for someone so... unattainable. Someone who had come to him for guidance, for spiritual comfort, not for whatever this had been.
He stood, shaking, the cold of the room biting into him. He needed to calm himself, to pray, to wash away the evidence of his sin.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldnât forget the dream. Couldnât forget the way it had feltâthe warmth, the pleasure, the ache of it all.
Father Charlie whispered a desperate prayer under his breath as he padded to the bathroom. As the water ran cold over his skin, he prayed again for strengthâfor a release from this burden that had taken hold of him.
But deep down, the fear gnawed at him: what if this wasnât the last time? What if he wasn't strong enough to resist?
He shivered at the thought.
ââ
Father Charlie stood by the doorway of the church hall, his gaze sweeping over the room. The sounds of childrenâs laughter and the murmur of conversations filled the air as parents and volunteers mingled. It was a typical eventâone that shouldâve had his attention focused on the joyful chaos before him
But his focus was elsewhere.
You sat at a table on the far side of the room, your attention seemingly on the children around you, but there was an unmistakable shift in the air between the two of you. His eyes kept being drawn back to you, despite his efforts to look elsewhere, to find somethingâanythingâthat might distract him from the growing heat in his chest and the tightness in his pants.
Then, you slipped the bright red lollipop between your lips, the movement slow, deliberate, and utterly intoxicating. It was a seemingly innocent gesture, one that any onlooker might dismiss, but Charlie saw it for what it wasâa silent taunt, a temptation that you knew he couldnât tear his gaze from.
His throat tightened as he watched you, your eyes flicking up to meet his, a playful glint dancing behind them. You held his gaze as you swirled the candy in your mouth, the exaggerated motion sending a jolt of excitement and heat straight through him. It was subtle enough to avoid drawing attention from anyone else, but the intent behind it was clear.
You were tempting him. And he knew it.
Charlie clenched his jaw, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the back of a nearby chair. He felt torn between his dutyâhis responsibility to maintain control, to be the figure of moral guidance he was supposed to beâand the way his body reacted to you, the way desire simmered just beneath his skin.
You smirked around the lollipop, letting it slip slowly from your mouth before you spoke to the child beside you, your voice light and innocent. But your eyes remained locked on his for a beat longer, the unspoken tension hanging in the air.
Father Charlie turned away quickly, trying to suppress the fire burning through him. He felt as though he were in a battle with himselfâa war between the man he was and the desires that he struggled to keep buried. His mind raced with guilt, knowing that this tensionâthis attractionâwas something he should never indulge.
But when he glanced back at you, and saw the way your plump lips wrapped around the candy once more, his breath caught in his throat. The world around himâthe event, the children, the laughterâseemed to blur into the background as you continued to play this dangerous game.
Every gesture, every glance, felt like a carefully orchestrated tease, one that made it impossible for him to look away, even though he knew he should.
Charlieâs heart pounded in his chest, the temptation pulling at him stronger than it had ever been before. He couldnât let this go on, he told himself. He needed to leave, to step away before he lost control entirely.
But no matter how hard he tried to convince himself to walk away, the sight of you sitting there, sucking on that lollipop with a mischievous glint in your eye, held him captive.
He let out a sigh, feeling his pants tighten once more. He glanced down, there was a noticeable bulge poking out.
With a sharp inhale, he tore his gaze away from you and pushed himself toward the nearest exit, keeping his movements as natural as he could manage. His skin burned with shame as he walked, the feeling of his pants tightening only making his predicament worse. He kept his head low, praying no one would stop him on his way out.
Or worse, see the issue at hand.
The corridor leading to the church bathrooms was mercifully empty, the laughter and conversations fading behind him as he moved quickly toward the door marked Men. His steps were hurried, and by the time he reached the bathroom, his breath was ragged.
Charlie shoved the door open and stepped inside, locking it behind him. He leaned against the sink, gripping the edges tightly as he tried to collect himself. His reflection in the mirror showed a man torn between the roles he was meant to fulfill and the raw human desire threatening to break through.
The bulge in his pants hadnât lessened, and the sight of it brought another wave of heat crashing over him. He squeezed his eyes shut, as if that would block out the image of you, teasing and playful, with that lollipop in your mouth.
The temptation was too much, and he hated himself for it.
He couldn't think about you. He couldn't allow himself to dwell on the way your lips had moved, or the sly glint in your eyes, or the overwhelming desire that had burned in the pit of his stomach. He needed to focus. To rid himself of this unbearable need before it consumed him entirely.
With shaking hands, Charlie fumbled at his belt, a silent prayer escaping his lips, though he doubted any words of faith could cleanse the guilt twisting inside him now. He fought to keep his mind blank, but the image of you kept resurfacingâyour teasing smile, your suggestive glances, the way your mouth had played with that lollipop as if you knew exactly what it was doing to him.
His breath hitched as he unzipped his pants, his mind waging a losing battle against his body's demands. This wasnât what he wantedânot reallyâbut the heat, the tension, the pressure⊠it was all too much. He felt helpless, lost in a battle he had no hope of winning.
He cursed under his breath as his hand moved over the fabric, the friction both a release and a deepening source of guilt. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to keep silent, though the shame only made his body more desperate for relief. It wasnât just physical; it was emotional, a chaotic mix of guilt, desire, and the thrill of crossing a line he had vowed never to approach.
His thoughts flickered back to the church hall, imagining you sitting there, your eyes still locked on his, your lips still playing that dangerous game. But instead of the lollipop, it was his cock instead. You were looking up at him with those doe eyes, the ones he could never get enough of.
This was wrongâso terribly wrongâbut in this moment, nothing else seemed to matter.
A strangled sigh escaped him as the tension inside built toward its inevitable conclusion. His movements became more frantic, his mind clouded with both desire and self-loathing. He fought to suppress the groan rising in his throat, his body betraying him as he sought the release he knew would come all too quickly.
But before he could cum, he heard a knock. His eyes snapped open, his body shaking. But his movements didn't falter.
"Taken!" He groaned out, rolling his eyes in annoyance.
"Father, it's me."
Charlie froze, his entire body going rigid at the sound of your voice. The very voice that had been the cause of his tormentâthe one that filled his thoughts during long, sleepless nights, and echoed in his mind during moments of prayer. Hearing it now, so close, made his stomach lurch with guilt and panic.
His hands were still trembling, his sticky arousal refusing to dissipate even as the cold wave of reality crashed down on him. He bit down on his lip, heart racing, his mind screaming at him to pull himself together. But the fact that you were standing just beyond the door, oblivious to the storm you'd stirred within him, made it impossible for him to think straight.
"Father?" your voice called again, this time with a soft, almost innocent lilt that twisted the knife deeper.
He swallowed hard, forcing his breathing to steady, though the heat in his chest hadnât faded. His hand hovered over his zipper, shaking with the shame of what he had been doing just moments before. His body still ached with unresolved tension, but he pushed it down, trying to ignore the unbearable need that still pulsed through him.
"Yes?" His voice cracked as he finally spoke, hoarse and raw. He cleared his throat, trying to sound composed. "I... Iâm a little busy at the moment."
There was a brief pause from the other side of the door, and he could almost imagine the look on your faceâthe innocent expression you always wore, one that belied the way you had been teasing him, testing him for weeks. You had to know what you were doing. There was no other explanation for it.
"Sorry, Father," you replied, your voice apologetic, but with that familiar hint of playfulness that made his pulse quicken. "I just... I wanted to talk to you. Is everything alright? You sounded a bit... off. You just ran off, and I was worried."
Worried? You knew damn well what you were doing.
His heart hammered in his chest. He wasnât sure how to respond, especially when he could still feel the tightness in his pants, the shameful evidence of his struggle with temptation. He couldnât let you see him like this. Not after what he had almost done. No, not almostâwhat he had done.
"Iâm fine," he replied, the words rushing out too quickly. "Justâjust give me a moment, please."
There was silence on the other side, and Father Charlie closed his eyes, cursing himself under his breath. He knew he needed to calm down, to suppress the lingering arousal that still throbbed through him, but it was nearly impossible with you standing just beyond the door, your voice echoing in his mind, a constant reminder of the desires he could no longer ignore.
"Okay, Father," you said after a long pause, your tone gentle, yet still laced with that underlying tease. "Iâll wait for you outside."
As soon as you spoke, he let out a breath he didnât realize he had been holding, his body slumping against the sink in a mixture of frustration and shame. He could still feel the tension coiled tightly in his core, but he had to ignore it nowâhad to push it down and find some semblance of control before he faced you.
Charlie adjusted his clothes quickly, forcing himself to focus on anything but the ache that still pulsed through him. He wiped the sweat from his brow, straightened his collar, and took a long, deep breath.
The door was still locked, but knowing you were just outside filled him with dread and anticipation in equal measure. He wasnât sure how much longer he could withstand the temptation you had placed in front of him, but for now, he had to pretend. He had to keep up the façade of control, even as the cracks in his resolve grew deeper by the day
With one final glance in the mirror, Father Charlie steeled himself and turned the lock, pulling the door open to face the very source of his downfall.
And there you were, standing just a few feet away, your eyes wide and innocentâthough he knew better than to believe it was all innocence. You were a temptation he could barely resist, and every interaction only pulled him further into the darkness he'd been desperately trying to avoid.
"Is everything alright, Father?" you asked, tilting your head slightly, that sweet, familiar smile on your lips. But your eyesâthose teasing eyesâheld a glimmer that set his heart racing once more.
"Y-yes," he stammered, his throat tight, doing everything in his power to keep his voice steady. "Everythingâs fine."
But as you looked up at him, your gaze lingering just a moment too long, Father Charlie knew this battle was far from over.
Your eyes glanced down at his pants, his bulge evident. Your eyebrows rose as you blinked up at him, the same teasing smile on your plump lips. "You don't look fine, Father."
The way you said his title almost made his knees buckle. He couldn't handle it, not anymore. "What do you think?" He snapped.
Your teasing smile widened, clearly pleased by the crack in Father Charlie's composure. His words, harsh and unsteady, only seemed to encourage you. You took a small step closer, the space between you shrinking as the tension in the air thickened, palpable and dangerous.
"What do I think?" you repeated, your voice soft and sweet, but laced with a knowing edge that sent another jolt through him. "I think youâve been struggling, Father. I can see it in your eyes⊠feel it in the way you look at me."
He clenched his jaw, fists balling at his sides. Every instinct screamed for him to shut this down, to end the conversation and walk away before he did something he could never take back. But the heat burning in his chest, the tightness in his pants, and the way you gazed up at him with those teasing, taunting eyes made it impossible for him to think clearly.
His breath hitched, his throat tightening as he tried to keep his voice level, to maintain the last threads of control he still had. "You... need to leave," he muttered through gritted teeth, though the command sounded more like a plea. He took a step back, trying to put distance between you, but his back hit the wall, trapping him in a corner.
You didnât follow him, but your eyes stayed locked on his, your lips parting ever so slightly as you spoke again. "Do you want me to leave, Father?" you asked, your voice dripping with temptation, your tone making it clear you knew the answer before he could even speak.
He opened his mouth to respond, to say yes, to do what he knew was right, but the words wouldnât come. His body betrayed him, still trembling with the aftermath of the temptation he had barely controlled just moments ago. The guilt twisted deeper in his chest, but with you standing there, so close, so dangerous, he couldnât bring himself to push you away.
You took another small step forward, your eyes flicking down once more to the bulge straining against his pants. "You donât look like you want me to go," you murmured, your voice low and intimate.
The way you said it, so confidently, so calmly, broke something inside him. His breathing quickened, the shame mixing with desire in a way that left him dizzy and unable to think straight. His hands itched to reach out, to grab you, to pull you closer, but he forced them to stay at his sides, his knuckles white from the effort of holding back.
"Fuck," he got out before he finally grabbed your wrist. "You know exactly what you're doing, don't you?"
You didn't respond, just stared back at him with a smirk. "What you meanâ"
"Shh, shut up. Just shut up," Father Charlie got out as his grip on your wrist tighten. He looked around the empty corridors and pulled you into the bathroom, practically pushing you into it. He slammed the door behind him, locking it.
The slam of the door echoed through the small bathroom, the sound sharp and final. Father Charlie stood there for a moment, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling as he fought to keep a grip on himself. The small, dimly lit space felt suffocating, the walls closing in as the tension between you thickened, charged with unspoken desire.
You leaned back against the sink, your expression still playful, teasing, as if you held all the power in this twisted game. And maybe you did. You watched him, your smirk never fading, as his eyes darkened with lust, the lines between what was right and what he wanted blurring faster than he could stop them.
"Father," you whispered, your voice lilting, almost mocking as it dripped with the weight of temptation. "We really shouldn'tâ"
"I told you to shut up," he growled, cutting you off. His voice was rough, raw with the conflict tearing him apart. But his body betrayed him, his hands trembling as he reached out, fingers wrapping around your arm with a grip that was both desperate and unsteady.
For weeks, he had tried to deny itâto push down the thoughts, the fantasies, the overwhelming pull of desire you had stirred within him. But now, standing here with you, the air thick with temptation, he felt like a man on the edge of a cliff, teetering between control and the abyss.
"Do you think this is a game?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous, though you could hear the tremor beneath it. He stepped closer, towering over you, his body radiating heat. "Do you think I donât know what youâve been doing? The looks, the way you talk to me, the way you⊠tease me?"
You met his gaze, unflinching, your smile widening. "Maybe it is a game," you said softly, tilting your head, eyes dancing with mischief. "But youâre the one who's playing along."
His grip tightened, his breath hitching as your words sank in. He hated how true they were. Every time he had looked at you, every moment his mind had wandered to the things he shouldn't have been thinkingâhe had been playing into this. And now, he was standing on the edge of a line he couldnât afford to cross.
But he had already crossed it, hadn't he?
"Shut up," he whispered again, though this time his voice was weaker, the command laced with more desperation than authority. His free hand pressed against the wall beside you, his body leaning in closer, so close he could feel the heat radiating from your skin.
You tilted your chin up, eyes gleaming as you watched him struggle, as if you were daring him to let go of the last shreds of control he clung to. And maybe, just maybe, he wanted you to push him over the edge.
"Or what?" you whispered back, the challenge clear in your tone.
Father Charlieâs jaw clenched, his entire body tense as he wrestled with himself, his grip on you tightening. His breath was hot and ragged, his heart pounding in his chest as he stared down at you. For a moment, it seemed like he might pull back, that he might step away, regain the control that had been slipping through his fingers.
But then he kissed you.
It was sudden, rough, and filled with the weeks of pent-up desire he had been fighting so hard to contain. His lips crashed against yours, his hands pulling you closer, as if giving in to the temptation that had been haunting him was the only way to make the ache go away.
The kiss was hungry, desperate, and you could feel the conflict in every movementâhow he both wanted this and hated himself for wanting it.
You moaned into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer. His hands slid up and down your back before suddenly finding your hair, pulling it back from the kiss.
"You're a whore," he gritted out as he gripped your hair impossibly rougher. "A whore in disguise, aren't you? You feign innocence but you're the most sinful in this Church."
Father Charlie's words were harsh, laced with anger and lust, but the grip in your hair sent a different messageâdesire and desperation. His brown eyes, dark and conflicted, bore into yours as he pulled you even closer, his breath hot against your skin. His control was slipping, unraveling faster with every second, and he knew it.
You smiled up at him, the tension between you crackling like a live wire. "If I'm sinful, Father, then what does that make you?" you asked softly, your voice teasing, daring him to continue.
He clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowing at your words, a low growl escaping his throat as he yanked your head back, exposing your neck. "It makes me weak," he muttered, his lips ghosting over your skin. "Weak because of you. Because of the way you tempt me."
His mouth hovered just inches from your neck, his breath warm, his body pressed against yours, every movement charged with the weight of the forbidden. His hands, still tangled in your hair, trembled with a mixture of restraint and hunger.
"You're whatâs wrong with me," he whispered, his voice hoarse, as if he were trying to convince himself of the words as much as he was trying to convince you. "Youâve dragged me down to your level. Made me forget everything I stand for. Everything Iâm supposed to be."
But even as he spoke, his lips brushed your neck, leaving a trail of heated, fleeting kisses along your skin. His body moved on instinct, driven by the desire he could no longer deny.
Father Charlie's lips pressed harder against your neck, his breath ragged as his restraint dissolved. His words, filled with self-loathing, contradicted the urgency of his touch. Each kiss grew more desperate, more reckless, as if he were trying to bury the shame and guilt in the taste of your skin. His grip in your hair tightened, pulling you closer, and the tension between you ignited into something explosive, something neither of you could stop now.
His free hand roamed down your body, fingertips pressing into your waist, his touch both rough and reverent, like he was grappling with the weight of his own desire. Every brush of his hand, every kiss, was a betrayal of the man he had once been. But the way your body responded, the way you leaned into him, only fueled the fire burning inside him.
"God help me," he whispered against your collarbone, the words barely audible, as if he were speaking them to himself more than to you. But he didnât stop. He couldnât.
You let out a soft moan, your hands tangling in his hair, encouraging him to continue, to give in completely. His resolve crumbled further with every sound you made, every movement of your body against his. The line between right and wrong, between control and surrender, had long since vanished.
Charlie pulled back for a moment, his eyes wild, filled with a mix of anger, lust, and confusion. His chest heaved as he looked at you, torn between pushing you away and pulling you even closer.
"I hate you for this," he rasped, though the heat in his eyes betrayed the truth. "But I canât stop. I canât stop wanting you."
You smiled, a knowing, satisfied smile, as your hand slid down his chest. "Then donât stop," you whispered, your voice dripping with seduction, coaxing him deeper into the darkness.
That was all it took. With a frustrated growl, he crashed his lips against yours again, harder this time, as if punishing both of you for the sinful desire you had ignited. His hands roamed freely now, no longer held back by hesitation or fear. There was only the raw, uncontrollable need consuming him.
Whatever consequences lay ahead, whatever guilt or shame waited for him on the other side of this moment, Father Charlie couldnât bring himself to care. Not anymore.
Charlie yanked your hair back again, then stared into your eyes. Without warning, he pushed you to your knees roughly. "How about you do something useful for once, huh?" He muttered breathlessly.
You blinked back up at him, your hands finding their place on his hips. You moved slow and deliberate, which angered Charlie more. Charlieâs eyes darkened as he looked down at you, his grip on your hair tightening, pulling at your scalp just enough to make you gasp. The frustration in his gaze was palpableâfueled by your deliberate slowness, by the way you reveled in the power you had over him.
âYou think this is funny?â he growled, his breath ragged as he watched you, his fingers digging into your scalp. His frustration was obvious, but beneath that anger was a raw, unquenchable desire. He hated how much control you had over him, how easily you made him lose himself.
You smiled up at him, slow and teasing, your fingers trailing over his hips, letting him feel the barest touch of your hands. âMaybe it is,â you whispered, eyes gleaming with mischief, enjoying every second of his torment. "At least, to me it is."
You could feel the tension radiating from him, the barely contained hunger in his every movement. Slowly, teasingly, you ran your hands lower, grazing over the bulge straining against his pants, earning a sharp intake of breath from him.
Charlieâs hand tightened in your hair as a low growl escaped his throat. âYou think youâre so fucking clever,â he rasped, his voice low and dangerous, his grip on you firm as he stared down with a mix of lust and anger. âBut youâre going to regret this.â
Your smirk widened, and without breaking eye contact, you undid his belt, letting it fall to the floor with a soft clink. His breath hitched as you slowly unzipped his pants, the anticipation thick between you, hanging in the air like a loaded weapon.
âProve it,â you challenged, your voice a soft murmur as you looked up at him, daring him to follow through on his words.
For a moment, Charlie stood there, his chest heaving, torn between the overwhelming desire that had consumed him and the guilt gnawing at the edges of his mind. But the pull of temptation was too strongâtoo powerful to resist any longer.
With a grunt of frustration, he grabbed the back of your neck, forcing you forward as he freed himself. âI donât care what happens after this,â he growled, his voice barely above a whisper, thick with lust and anger. âRight now, youâre mine. And you're gonna do what I fucking tell you.â
You barely had time to respond before he pushed your mouth onto his cock, rough and demanding, his hand guiding you with a forceful grip. The suddenness of it made your breath catch, but you quickly adjusted, falling into a rhythm as he set the pace, his body trembling with the intensity of his need.
You wrapped your lips around him, moaning. His cock was dripping with pre-cum, and your saliva made it messierâbut neither of you cared. The bathroom was filled with the sounds of his ragged breathing, punctuated by the occasional low moan as you worked him with sloppy, measured motions. His hips thrust forward, pushing deeper, his control rapidly slipping away as he surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure.
Your mouth was so warm and inviting, he couldn't stop. This was what heaven felt like, he sworeâthere was nothing better than this feeling, the feeling of your sinful mouth.
Charlieâs hand tightened in your hair, pulling you closer, his fingers digging into your scalp as he lost himself in the moment, all thoughts of guilt or consequences forgotten. âFuck,â he muttered under his breath, his voice barely more than a growl as his head fell back, eyes fluttering shut. âYou⊠youâre such a fucking tease.â
He pushed you until you were gagging around his cock, much to his dismay. "Take it, whore. This is what you wanted, right? For me to use you?"
Your eyes were watering and your jaw felt like it was going to break, but his mean words egged you on. You hummed around him, a wicked smile curling at the edges of your lips as you kept gliding up and down his cock.
But just as he was on the edge, just as the tension in his body built to an unbearable peak, he suddenly yanked you off him, breathless and furious, eyes blazing as he stared down at you.
âGet up,â he commanded, his voice low and guttural, barely holding onto the last threads of control. âTurn around, whore.â
You barely had any time to react before he turned you around to face the mirror. He bent you over the sink as you let out a whimper, before his hands found your hair again and yanked it up.
"Look at you," he murmured as he forced you to look at yourself.
Your hair was a mess, your mascara running down your doe eyes and your sticky cheeks and chin. You caught your breath as you glanced back to meet his eyes through the mirror.
He bent you completely over the sink and landed a sharp slap on your behind. You let out a yelp, shutting your eyes at the stinging feeling. "Fuck,"
"What? Is it too much now, baby?" Charlie spoke, his voice dripping with mockery. His lips were curved into a smirk as he tutted. "This is what you wanted, right?"
He didn't give you time to respond before leading the tip of cock to your folds. You felt his heavy tip on your sloppy entrance, practically begging to get fucked. He hadn't even gotten the chance to touch you properly and you were already soaked.
He hummed at the warm feeling before pushing inside. He let out a huff of air, his head falling back in pure ecstasy. "Oh, yeah," was all he could get out. Your hands found the edge of the sink, gripping it tightly as you let out a desperate moan.
Charlie pushed himself all the way in, bottoming you out within a few quick seconds. He didn't even let you adjust to his size before he began slamming you into roughly, the edge of the sink burying into your stomach.
His thrusts were sharp and relentless, he wasn't letting up anytime soon. You felt like you were on a different planet, the feeling of his cock was dizzying as your eyes rolled back into your head.
"O-oh, fuck!" You cried out as your head fell forward.
Charlie gripped your hips even tighter as he groaned with each slam of his own hips, his head falling back. Your cunt tighten around his cock, and he felt your release coming. One of his hands reached up to grip your head roughly.
"Don't you dare cum, not yet," He got out breathlessly as you tried your best to nod. "Do not cum."
You squeezed, holding off your orgasm as you were told. You didn't know if you couldâbut you knew the consequences would be dire, Charlie wasn't playing around anymore.
A few harsh slams and he was cumming deep inside you, his moans echoing in the small bathroom. He rode out his high, his grip in your hair not easing one bit. "Fucking take it,"
You whimpered as you tried to hold off your orgasm, tears falling from your eyes as you gripped the sink. Without warning, he slipped out of you.
Your eyes opened and you turned around to face him. "Charlieâ"
He cut you off swiftly as he pulled his pants up. "You don't deserve it,"
"Deserve it?" You practically cried out. "I just let you fuck me and you're not gonna let me cum?"
Father Charlie just shrugged. "Whores don't get to cum."
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heeseung's breath hitches when you start placing soft kisses along his jawline, trailing them down to his neck and up to his cheeks. his eyes flutter shut, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as you continue teasing him, avoiding the one place he desperately wants you to kiss. "baby, you're killing me," he murmurs, his voice a soft plea. he tightens his hold on you, trying to gently guide your lips to his, but you playfully pull back, earning a light whine from him. "please, just one," he whispers, his eyes opening to meet yours, filled with warmth and longing. finally, you give in, pressing a tender kiss to his lips
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jay chuckles softly as your lips brush across his forehead, down to his temples, and over his cheeks, but never quite reaching his lips. "baby, what are you up to?" he asks, his voice laced with amusement. he tilts his head, trying to catch your lips with his, but you playfully dodge, planting another kiss on the tip of his nose instead. his eyes twinkle with mischief as he lets out a small sigh, pretending to be exasperated. "youâre really testing me, huh?" he whispers, his hands gently cupping your face as he finally catches you, bringing your lips to his. the kiss is soft and sweet, and when you pull back, jay grins, his eyes shining with affection. "thatâs more like it," he murmurs, resting his forehead against yours, completely wrapped up in you.
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jake lets out a soft, surprised laugh as your lips skim across his forehead, then his nose, and down to his chin, deliberately avoiding his lips. "really, baby?" he murmurs, his voice tinged with playful frustration. he watches you with a pout forming on his lips, his hands gently squeezing your waist as you continue your little game. "youâre being mean," he whispers, though the smile in his eyes gives him away. each time he leans in, hoping to finally kiss you, you dodge, planting a kiss somewhere else instead, making him chuckle despite himself. "câmon, just one," he pleads softly, his tone almost begging. when you finally brush your lips against his, jake instantly deepens the kiss, holding you close as he hums in contentment. "thatâs what iâve been waiting for, my pretty girl," he says, smiling against your lips
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youâre teasing him again, and he knows it, but that doesnât stop the smile tugging at the corners of his lips. you start with a soft kiss on his cheek, then another on his forehead, trailing down to his jawline. âbaby,â he murmurs, his voice low and laced with amusement, âyouâre driving me crazy.â you giggle, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose, watching as his eyes flutter shut, waiting for the kiss heâs really craving. but when your lips land on his chin instead, he lets out a dramatic sigh, opening his eyes to give you a playful glare. âare you going to kiss me for real, or should i beg for it?â he teases, his hand gently cupping your face, pulling you closer. you finally give in, brushing your lips against his in a tender kiss that leaves him grinning like a lovesick fool.
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sunooâs pout deepens with each kiss you place everywhere but his lips. you start with a soft kiss on his cheek, then move to his forehead, and finally, a quick peck on his nose. âyah,â he mumbles, half-amused, half-frustrated, âare you doing this on purpose?â you smile innocently, pressing another kiss to his temple, ignoring his growing pout. he huffs, crossing his arms in mock annoyance, but the way his eyes soften every time your lips meet his skin gives him away. âbaby, youâre teasing me,â he whines, leaning closer, his eyes practically begging you to close the gap. but you just chuckle, brushing your lips across his jaw instead. he groans, dropping his head onto your shoulder in defeat, mumbling, âyouâre so mean,â though the fondness in his voice tells you he doesnât really mind at all.
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jungwon smiles as you press soft kisses to his cheeks, his forehead, even the tip of his nose. âwhat are you doing, baby?â he asks, as he watches you with adoring eyes. you hum in response, moving to kiss the corners of his mouth, teasingly close to his lips but never quite there. his hands find your waist, holding you gently as he chuckles, âyouâre driving me crazy, you know that?â you grin, leaning in as if to finally kiss his lips, only to kiss his chin instead. he groans playfully, pulling you closer, âcâmon, sweetheart, just one kiss?â but you keep up the game, kissing everywhere but his lips, until heâs so flustered that he finally cups your face and pulls you in, catching your lips in a lingering kiss that leaves you both smiling against each other.
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rikiâs eyes narrow as you kiss his forehead, cheeks, and jaw, avoiding his lips on purpose. âoh, so thatâs how itâs gonna be?â he asks, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. you just grin, moving to kiss his nose, and he rolls his eyes, clearly onto your game. âyouâre really teasing me, huh, baby?â he murmurs, his voice full of amusement. he waits, watching as you hover close to his lips but pull back at the last second, giggling. âalright, enough,â he finally says, his hands suddenly pulling you in with a quick, smooth motion, catching you off guard as he presses his lips to yours, ending the teasing with a kiss that leaves you breathless and laughing into it.
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Gotta catch âem all
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Papa Mama, Kiss!
Nanami Kento, girl dad, and how the small commands an almost-2year-old can etch into his heart.
A/N: Thanks @pseudowho for the gentle nudge to write this one out. And for everyone else, if it's not obvious, based on real events.
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Fatherhood, raising and nurturing children to become their best selves. To give them wings and teach them to fly on their own. This is what Nanami Kento dreamed of for years. But almost two years in, his daughter was testing his last thread of patience.
âPapa, milk!â Kento returns with a glass of milk.
âPapa, tea!â Kento blinks, and returns with a glass of tea, finishing off the milk for himself along the way.
âMilk?â Kento sighs. Just as he starts to lift himself from his chair, you put your arm on his.
âSweetest, could you take a sip of the tea first?â you offer the glass to your daughter, and she happily starts to drink the water, quickly emptying the cup. Sufficiently satiated, she goes back to eating her lunch.
You shoot your husband a soft smile, youâre met with a weary, but loving gaze in return. Features worn by time, bolstered by love, and cut by the effort of child rearing.
You both had done your research, coming to similar conclusions with differing approaches on how to tackle the approaching âTerrible Twos.â
Kento couldnât understand the parenting blogs, as they made any solutions to challenges seem soâŠ. simple to solve.
âGuaranteed to solve purple crying with one simple trick!â âSleep training made easy! Youâll have quiet nights in less than a week!â â10 steps to handling a temper tantrum in public. Number 6 will surprise youâ
But every solution seemed to be milquetoast, at best, and unhelpful at worst. But almost two years in, he started to get the hang of things. The secret is that his daughter was her own person and required him to think on his feet. And despite the new levels of exhaustion he had reached, especially in the early days, Nanami Kento was euphoric to see his daughter every morning. He missed her in the depths of his heart every second she was at daycare, or even just with you running errands.
Kento was a modern dad, bucking the trend by taking the full year of paternity leave along with you. Reassuring you that there would still be an open spot in daycare once it was time to return to work. And he was right. He helped fill out the pages and pages of paperwork. And choosing the 13 facilities to rank in hopes you were offered a spot at your number 1? Of course, your salaryman husband excelled at sorting the data and organizing the thick booklets of information.
When it came time to drop off your daughter on her first day, and it was only for two hours, you both arrived with big, nervous, first-time parent jitters. And were the only full family there in the morning drop off. The other parents sharing knowing glances at you and Kento fumbling clothes, trying to find the bins you needed, almost dropping the thermometer, and giving maybe one, two, three, too many kisses to your daughter as you handed her off.
The walk to the local coffee shop was filled with dreams of what fun your daughter would have with her class. Kento was hiding his nerves well, but you could see right through him. You saw the tremor in his hand, the nearly imperceptible gravel in his voice. He didnât hold back for the other parentsâ sake; heâd never do that. But he didnât want your daughter to catch his nervous and scared energy. He knew if she felt his anxiety, it would make handing her off so much harder. He couldnât bear to hear your cries of separation.
So, when you both returned two hours later, Kento lit up with the biggest smile and the most eager arms as the workers handed your daughter off to him.
âOh, my love, Iâve missed you! What did you play with? Who did you meet? Please tell me all about your day, spare no details,â your doting husband cooed at your one-year-old. He continued an entire conversation with her, even if words didnât form from the baby babble.
You spoke with the workers to understand how she fared for the short visit. They told you how she didnât cry not even once. And how tomorrow your daughter can stay even longer, through the morning snack. It made you so happy to get such fantastic feedback.
After a few weeks, you all settled into a lovely routine. Both of you working from home left flexibility for drop off and pick up. And as your daughter became more capable of bigger play times, Kento would take her out to the local park so that you could make dinner most days. You loved the peace and quiet, he loved the bonding time.
As your daughterâs language built up over the months leading up to her second birthday, she was beginning to string together commands. Able to ask for help, food, drink, toys. She even started to command who could sit next to her and then tell them to âmoot (move)â away and a new person would be not-so-gently asked to sit next to her.
âPapa,â she would point to a spot on the ground next to her, in the middle of the playground. And Kento is not the type to ignore the requests of a child. He took a polite squat next to your daughter, waiting with bated breath for the next command she would give.
âMmm. AhâŠup,â she reached her hands up in the air.
âDo you want up?â Kento reached over to lift his little one up in the air with a light, controlled, toss.
âPapa!â
You sat on a nearby bench watching, camera clicking over and over, catching the precious moments to share with your friends and family across the world.
That night ran like every other, a well-oiled machine. You took a bath with your daughter, Kento took her for a fresh diaper, clean pajamas, and to help him make, and for her to drink, the nightly milk bottle.
And the final step, you welcomed a sleepy toddler into your weary arms. Tonight, she was laden down with her stuffies of choice, a small Sylveon and Doraemon.
âOkay, letâs cuddle up here, please,â you coax a sleepy toddler into your lap and to lay against your chest. It seems like every day it gets harder as she grows bigger. What happened to your teeny tiny bub?
âGood night, I love you,â Kento leans down to give a kiss to the tiny (well, not so tiny anymore) forehead. âAnd I love you,â he leans over to your waiting lips as you tilt your head up. Every night you get a soft, but gently urgent kiss from Kento.
âPapa iss?â you both break from the kiss to hear a tired request. Your daughter had sat up from your chest and looked expectantly at Kento.
âOf course,â he leans down for another kiss, this time her cheek. A satisfied smile spreads across her face.
âMama iss?â
âYes, love.â
âMama papa iss?â and you looked up at Kento to make sure you heard her correctly.
âDid sheâŠ?â
âYou heard her now,â and Kento leans down for another kiss, this time he lingers a heartbeat longer. As he pulls away, in the dim haze of the nightlight he catches your waterline beginning to fill.
âOh, baby, youâre so sweet,â you coo at your daughter, pulling her into a tender hug.
âGood night, you two,â Kento is standing by the door, soft smile from lips to eyes. He slips out and gently shuts the door.
After you spend a few minutes cuddling with your daughter, you gently lay her in the crib and quietly slip out of the bedroom, leaving her to take the last step to dreamworld.
You sit down on the couch next to Kento. Still feeling the buzz from twenty minutes ago, he reaches over to cup your face.
âHow are you feeling?â
âI am going to ride that high for weeks. I canât believe it,â your eyes canât hold back the tears of love and happiness. You feel every bit of the dichotomy between the hard moments and the soaring highs of happiness.
Kento could feel his heart grow and swell. The small command would replay in his mind until his dying breath. It would be a story he shared as the father of the bride. An endearing tale he treasured, a memory he could rely on to get him through overtime.
Coaxing you into his lap, Kento presses his lips to yours much more urgently than the last kiss.
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