#doctor and patient role play
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
they are doctor x patient toxic yuri btw. if you care
#not literally but their relationship is a lot like that#and they basically play the roles of a doctor and patient in their sekai#meanwhile other members are more like... hmmmm#maybe patient x patient toxic yuri?#[ đ đĽđ˘ďż˝ďż˝ďż˝ďż˝đ'đŹ đ¨đđŹ ]#[ đ đĽđ˘đ§đ đđŤđđ°đŹ ]
4 notes
¡
View notes
Text
⥠ď˝ď˝ď˝ ďźľď˝ď˝ď˝
ď˝ ďźšď˝ď˝ âĄ
⥠Pairings: gynecologist!seonghwa! x chubby!afab!reader
⥠Genre: smut/fluff
⥠Summary: Scheduling your yearly check up with your OBGYN can be nerve-wracking. Especially when your doctor's Park Seonghwa. Finally getting up the courage to visit, you do all you can to conceal the not so appropriate feelings you have towards him. Not only is it inappropriate but he surely doesn't feel the same. Right?
⥠Word Count: 3.2k-ish
⥠Warnings: reader has a vagina and identifies as a woman. we're at the OBGYN so this is ultra vagina city. pervy Dr. Park Seonghwa, you too are a perv tbh it's mutual, shy/touch starved reader, body worship, nipple/breast play, fingering (gentle & rough), unprotected sex, cum marking, pet names (sweetheart, good girl, baby, etc), a lil rough sex, oral sex (f receiving), nonsexual use of the word slut (not in a bad way), it gets bitey for a second, examination kink, soft dom Hwa vibes.
⥠A/N: Listen, I can explain. It's all on @anyamaris for encouraging me to begin with. Blame her!
Important note: If you have a vagina go get it checked out regularly. Your doctor will certainly not be Seonghwa dicking you down BUT it's an important and sometimes life saving appointment sooo make it or I'll fight you. K, love you, bye âĄ
⥠⥠⥠âI wanna be that guy. I'll wreck you right up, guy. I'll lie down face up, guy. The girl under you, guy.â ~ Lady Gaga ~ âĄâĄ âĄ
âDate of your last period? Any abnormal cramping or bleeding? Any chance of pregnancy?â the nurse fires off questions, tapping your answers into the laptop balanced on her hip.
Sitting on the exam table, your feet dangling off the edge, you try not to get whiplash from how quickly she whirls around the room loading a tray with supplies for your exam. The office is unexpectedly short staffed today, forcing her to play the role of nurse and human octopus. You understand how overwhelmed she must be but pray that she stops soon. Your anxiety was already bad enough coming in here. This nervous energy is not helping.Â
âLast question, honeyâ she says, turning to face you, âOh, have you been sexually active recently?â She cracks a playful smile, clearly expecting your answer to be something that it isnât.
âNoâ you mumble, avoiding eye contact. Look at how shiny those tile floors are. Has this exam table always been this cushy? Such a marvelous generic art print that is hanging by the door.
The nurseâs eyes widen, a hand clutched to her chest in shock, âYou went to Coachella and didnât get laid?âÂ
âNurse Kim! Can we not today?â you pout, in no mood to have this conversation right now.Â
Being a longtime patient here has a lot of perks. Getting closer to the nurses especially has been great for you. I mean, who doesnât like getting the appointment slot they want every single time? But the drawback is that they like you enough to pick on you. Maybe itâs their way of breaking you out of your shell, getting you to be less shy, but you wish they wouldnât.Â
Nurse Kim shrugs, miming the zipping of her lips, âOkay, okay. Iâll mind my business.â Placing the supplies on the table, she grabs you a fresh hospital blue medical gown. âYou know the deal, right? No shoes, no braâŚâÂ
You nod along with her instructions, hopping down to kick your sneakers off. Finally she finishes and heads for the door to give you some privacy. âThe doctor will be in shortly. Let me know if you need anythingâ she says, stopping halfway out the door. âYou really didnât bang anyone at Coachella. Wow. Girl, youâve got to learn to live a little. Youâre too hot not to slut it up!âÂ
âThank you so much for everything. Goodbye. Bye!â you laugh, inching the door shut until sheâs on the other side of it.Â
Alone at last, youâre able to get out of your clothes and into your gown in peace and quiet. Well, âpeaceâ might not be the word to describe what youâre feeling but at least youâre able to panic in silence.Â
You really shouldnât be as nervous as you are. Youâve been coming to this office for years. Everyoneâs kind and welcoming. They always make sure youâre comfortable and taken care of. Thereâs definitely no part of you they havenât seen so you have nothing to be ashamed of. Still thereâs one thingâone major, heart pounding, pulse quickening thingâthat makes you too nervous to function every time youâre here.
Your phone vibrates in your purse and you contemplate not answering but dig it out anyway figuring a little distraction canât hurt. Unlocking your phone, you spot a text from your best friend.Â
It reads: âDid you see Hot Doctor yet?âÂ
You giggle to yourself, typing back to her. âHis nameâs Seonghwa and not yet. Still waiting.â
âOn a first name basis are we? Seonghwa. Thatâs even hot to say.â
âDr. Park, I mean. His name is hot to say though. Heâs hot. I fucking hate it.â
âJust give him your number already!â
âSure. While heâs swabbing me Iâll be all âHey, Dr. Park. Wanna go to lunch?ââ
Your best friend responds with a meme of Megan thee Stallion sticking her tongue out. âPlot twist. The lunch is between my legs, daddy!â
Youâre choking back laughter and tears, scrolling your phone for the perfect meme to send back when thereâs a knock at the door. You nearly jump out of your skin, shoving your phone back into your purse.Â
âCome in!â you shout, returning to the exam table just in time for the doctor to step in.
Everything moves in slow motion when Park Seonghwa enters the room. Ahem, Dr. Park. He is, as you and your best friend have come to call him, a hot doctor. The hottest doctor youâve ever seen. His dark wavy hairâs pulled back into a high ponytail, loose pieces hanging to frame a face too gorgeous to look directly at. His bone structureâs immaculate, his lips soft and pink, and his voiceâŚÂ
âLong time no see. Howâs my favorite patient been?â he says, flashing that killer smile of his. That voice. That smile. It makes you want to faint.Â
You laugh it off, hoping not to come off as flustered as you are. âDr. Park, Iâm not your favorite patient.â
Seonghwa takes a seat on a nearby rolling stool and spins his way over to you, making a cute woo noise when he does. It gets a giggle out of you which is exactly what he wanted.Â
âWho says you arenât?â he asks, sliding in closer, his hands disappearing behind your legs.
Itâs hard to breathe when heâs this close, staring up at you from between your legs. The smell of his cologne dances around you, a sweet woodsy scent that you imagine might smell even better on top of you. Just the thought awakens a familiar tingle between your thighs that threatens to make you wet the crinkly paper blanket beneath you if you carry on like this. You know that you shouldnât feel this way. Heâs a doctor. Heâs just doing his job. And here you are perving over him.Â
âDr. Park, anything else you need me to grab?â Nurse Kim asks, popping back into the room. Her appearance snaps you out of your trance and you force a smile to keep things normal. If you werenât brain rotted and horny you'd swear Seonghwa had been reading your reaction that whole time. That he saw the effect he had on you and seemed somehow amused by it. But thatâs factually insane. Get it together.Â
The foot rests behind your legs, the reason Seonghwa reached back there to begin with, unfold with a creak. âNo, I think weâre goodâ he answers before turning back to you, âLay back for me and put your feet up. Weâll be done in no time, okay?â You follow his instructions, laying back on the table, readjusting yourself however he asks you to.
Closing your eyes, you rest your hands on your belly, impatiently waiting for this to be over. Though Seonghwaâs interest in whatâs between your legs is purely medical, the fact remains that you hope he doesnât find it ugly. You shaved for this, used this nice pH balancing rose water soap on it. You did everything but put makeup on it and throw it in a dress. You feel kinda silly now thinking back on it but your brain isnât exactly logical when it comes to him.Â
A few cranks of a speculum and cotton swabs later youâre done with the first part of your exam. âGood girl, you did well. The hardest partâs overâ he praises, swapping his latex gloves out for a new pair. Your heart skips a beat at being called a âgood girlâ. He didnât mean it that way but your body canât differentiate between reality and how devastatingly sexy that was. Seonghwa turns to address the nurse and you quickly press your thighs together for some relief.
âIâll send these off and go set up for the next patientâ Nurse Kim says, grabbing your samples. She turns to smile at you one last time before disappearing from the room. âRemember what I saidâ she whispers, âSlut. It. Up.â Unfortunately, of all the things sheâs skilled at whispering isnât one of them and Seonghwa hears her.
Rising from his seat, he walks alongside you, stopping when he reaches your chest. âJust lower your gown for me for a second.â
You do as youâre told, carefully rolling your gown below your breasts. âSo, slut it up, huh? Whatâs that about?â he teases, cold hands cupping one of your soft breasts. You inhale sharply at the contact, a thankfully normal reaction to cold hands touching you. Though for you itâs more that theyâre his hands than anything.
âShe thinks I need to get laidâ you blurt out, caught off guard by your own bluntness.
Seonghwa raises an eyebrow, his fingertips pushing gently into your breast. âIâll have to talk to her about that. She shouldnât be judging people for their life choices.â
âI mean, itâs not really a life choice. Iâm just notâŚIâm not a girl whoâŚâ you ramble, shutting yourself up immediately after realizing what youâre saying. Seonghwa pauses, glancing over at you, two fingers circling the perimeter of your nipple. It stiffens at the closeness, your touch starved body grateful for the attention.Â
âNot a girl who what?â Seonghwa asks, genuinely interested.
It doesnât seem that heâll keep going if you donât answer so you give in. âI donât know, guys just donât hit on me I guess. Iâm not that girl.â
Seonghwa continues his examination, flattening his fingers at the base of your breast and dragging them up to your nipple. They bounce back each time, looking rounder and fuller as if heâs worked some magic on them.
âI donât think thatâs necessarily itâ he sighs, moving on to the other breast, âA lot of men are intimidated by beautiful women.âÂ
Beautiful women? Did Park Seonghwa just call you a âbeautiful womanâ?
âB-beautiful?â you stutter, at a loss for what to do with yourself, âThatâs really nice of you but Iâm notâŚâ
Seonghwa canât help but smile at how adorable you are when he compliments you. Youâre as good at concealing it as Nurse Kim is at whispering. Seonghwa knows that youâre attracted to him. To be fair, a lot of his patients are, but you are truthfully his favorite. Always so beautiful, always so easy to tease, and such a pretty pretty pussy thatâs always wet for him.Â
âBut you areâ he insists, both hands cradling your breast, thumbs running up the side, âYou must have a mirror at home, no?âÂ
âDr. Park, are you trying to make me blush?â you ask, propping yourself up on your elbows.Â
The pads of his thumbs graze your hardening nipple and your back arches, a whimper lighter than air escaping your lips. You catch Seonghwa quickly nibbling at his bottom lip, his eyes glimmering at the shock and pleasure painting your face. You caught him. You saw it this time. Really saw it.Â
Seonghwa knows he should stop here, end the examination, and send you on your way before he does something stupid. Itâs justâŚthat little moan you let out? Itâs a melody heâs been fantasizing about since the first time you laid across his table. He has to hear it again.
âI donât know. Is it, aaahâŚâ he breathes in, one of his thumbs circling the tip of your bud, âIs it working?âÂ
Slipping his left hand back across your chest, he palms your other breast, pinching your sensitive nipple each time he rolls his wrist.
âYes, itâŚoh godâŚitâs workingâ you mewl, your mouth falling open, moans pouring out at the perfect volume for only the two of you to hear.
Your feet tremble in the foot rests, your legs still spread to leave your dripping, vulnerable pussy exposed to the cool air of the room. Hypnotized by the sight of Seonghwa playing with your tits, high off the electric current it sends through your body, itâs easy to forget that you actually came here for a reason.Â
âI should probably finish your examâ Seonghwa whispers, doing his best to ignore the hard cock pressing against his slacks. Your body may be tempting but it is technically his job to make sure youâre healthy too. His hands gradually cease their movement, gliding down to do away with the gown that was hardly hiding to your naked body.
âFuck, look at youâ he gasps, massaging your squishy belly, tracing your love handles, and rounding the curve of your hip to reach your thigh. His fingers dig into your thigh, savoring their softness all the way up to your core.
His gaze travels back up your body to those starry doe eyes that hang on his every move, âThink Iâll need the lube or are you already wet enough for me, baby?â
Seonghwa rubs two fingers along your slit, collecting your arousal on the tip of his glove. He brings them to his mouth, extending his long tongue to lick your juices up.
âMmm, you have no idea how long Iâve wanted to taste youâ he hums, taking his time to enjoy the taste of you on his tongue.Â
âDr. Park, pleaseâŚâ you beg, thighs pressing together again, the need for his touch unbearable.Â
âOh, Iâm sorry, sweetheartâ he apologizes, his fingers immediately returning to their place between your legs. âYou want me to finger that perfect little cunt?âÂ
âYes, please, I wantâŚneed it so bad.âÂ
Seonghwa brings his lips to yours, your eyes gleaming with lust as they meet, âYou need it, baby? That bad, huh?âÂ
Two gloved fingers push into you, your pussy welcoming them with the tightest of hugs. âFuck, yes, so goodâ you whine into his mouth as you begin to ride his fingers. Seonghwa dips his tongue between your lips, your mouths passionately crashing together. You grab the collar of his white coat, drawing him closer to deepen the kiss as his fingers work your core. Inside of you his fingers stimulate spots men who arenât in his line of work wouldnât even know existed. Some you didnât even know could bring you such pleasure until now.
Your eyes squeeze shut, elbows giving out from under you, âHarder, Dr. Park, wanna feel you so deep.âÂ
Seonghwa catches your head before it can hit the cushion beneath you, lowering it down carefully as he draws another kiss from your lips. âOnly if you promise to be a good girl and be quiet for me.âÂ
âI p-promise. Quiet. Iâll beâŚâ you moan, throwing your hands over your mouth when he suddenly picks up the pace. Shifting between your legs, he tucks a hand behind your right knee and pushes it to your chest. Your palms are sweating, fingers locked together to keep you from screaming. Seonghwaâs fingers are much deeper than you thought they could go and his pace is too unforgiving for you to brace yourself for any of it.
âSsh, ssh, youâre getting too loud, babyâ he teases, coming in to kiss your inner thigh. Your juices stream down his fingers, soaking the thin paper beneath you. Hating to waste something so delicious, he begins licking around his own fingers. Between your lips. Around your clit. Anywhere his fingers send it splashing, he licks it clean.Â
Your hands begin to slip from your mouth, your poor wrecked little body going too limp to keep it together. Thinking quickly, you bite down on your hand just enough to keep the noise in but you arenât sure how long itâll last. Youâre dangerously close to coming. You can feel it and Seonghwa does too. Your holeâs so greedy, sucking him in and refusing to let go. Itâs just begging to come but he wonât let it. Not like this at least.
Reaching down, he blindly fumbles around with his pants until he feels his cock spring free. He groans into your pussy as he closes his hand around his cock, rocking in and out of his own grip.
âDr. Park, Iâm gonna, mmph, aaah, fuckâŚgonna comeâ you squeal, hips stuttering against his face.
âFuck, yes, come for me, sweetheartâ he grins, rimming the head of his cock with his thumb, âYou wanna come on my cock?âÂ
Seonghwaâs proposal has you biting down on your hand hard enough to leave a mark. âOh god, yes, fuck me please. Fuck me, Seonghwa.â
Popping his fingers free, he grabs you by your legs and drags you down until your ass hangs off of the table. âSeonghwa!â you cry out, eyes rolling back as he thrusts into you. That stretch. That one exhilarating, earth shattering stretch, is all it takes to ruin you.
âMmm, thatâs it, come baby. Give it to meâ he moans, hips snapping into your fluttering core. You expect, like any other orgasm, for your high to fade after the initial peak but it doesnât. Youâre still there. And your bodyâs giving out. You brainâs going hazy. You canât take it but you want to even if it makes you go crazy.Â
Seonghwaâs eyes never leave your pretty face, never stop eating up how hot you are when youâre at his mercy. The sensation of his own high crashing down on him has him pushing your thighs together, the thickness of them making your pussy feel twice as tight around him.
âSo fucking tight, shit, youâre gonna make me come. Where do you want it?âÂ
âI, ooh, I want itâŚwant.â The words are there but you struggle so very hard to find them. You dig deep, collecting the strength needed to run your hand down your belly and spread your folds for him. Your voice is so cute and broken when you say, âOn me.â
Seonghwa folds immediately, pulling out to coat your clit in the thick warmth spilling from his cock. Stopping to catch his breath, he leaves it there resting against your clit. Both of you twitching together, his seed dripping down your pussy so that no part of you isnât marked by him.Â
âDonât clean it offâ he instructs, kissing down your leg as he places your feet back in the foot rests, âLeave it so youâll think of me when youâre driving home.âÂ
Easing your fingers from between your folds, you pop them into your mouth, sucking them like a lollipop. âAnything else, Dr. Park?âÂ
Seonghwa zips his pants up, searching his brain for any other pressing information. âThat depends, are you free tonight?âÂ
âHmm, let me thinkâ you muse, staring off into space for dramatic effect. âI can be. That depends on what you had in mind.â
âWell, I was thinking I could pick you up for dinner and thenâŚâ He blows you a kiss that communicates his plan wonderfully, âDinner.âÂ
You giggle, your sweet little crush on him more severe than ever, âSure, Iâd like that but, hold on, you donât know where I live.âÂ
Seonghwa takes his gloves off, tossing them in the trash can by the door. âYouâre my patient, remember? I literally have all of your personal information.â
âIsnât that, like, a violation of patient privacy or something?âÂ
Seonghwa laughs off your comment, walking over to sneak in a goodbye kiss. âIâve already violated your privacy once today, sweetheart. Can't hurt to do it againâ
#seonghwa x you#seonghwa x reader#seonghwa smut#ateez x chubby reader#ateez x female reader#ateez x you#ateez x reader#ateez smut#park seonghwa x reader#chubby reader#plus size reader
1K notes
¡
View notes
Text
ID: [A poster created by Sean Saifa Wall and Micah Bazant of a Black parent holding their child. They are dressed in white and almost seem to be glowing, in front of a backdrop of multicolored waves that look like DNA strands. Colorful text reads "Protect Intersex Youth."]
"A Framework for Intersex Justice
Intersex justice is medical justice. Intersex surgeries hurt everyone.
These medical violations bring immediate harm to the child who is subjected to them.
Parents who consent to medically unnecessary surgeries participate in a culture of shame, silence and stigma, perpetuated by doctors, that allows these surgeries to continue. Parents are often left to fend for themselves as they navigate shame and guilt. The issue of parents consenting to these surgeries is especially complex when societies believe that children donât have individual rights and that parents are always acting in their best interest.
Medical practitioners such as pediatricians, obstetricians, urologists, social workers, and endocrinologists all play a role in upholding an institution that continues to harm children with intersex variations. The practitioners, in turn, are protected by hospitals and state laws that grant them immunity.
This is why intersex justice is important.
Although the framework is evolving, the following is a definition of intersex justice co-created with Dr. Mel Michelle Lewis (they>she), an Associate Professor of Gender/Sexuality in Studio and Humanistic Studies at Maryland Institute College of Art: Intersex justice is a decolonizing framework that affirms the labor of intersex people of color fighting for change across social justice movements. By definition, intersex justice affirms bodily integrity and bodily autonomy as the practice of liberation. Intersex justice is intrinsically tied to justice movements that center race, ability, gender identity & expression, migrant status, and access to sexual & reproductive healthcare. Intersex justice articulates a commitment to these movements as central to its intersectional analysis and praxis. Intersex justice acknowledges the trauma caused by medically unnecessary and nonconsensual cosmetic genital surgeries and addresses the culture of shame, silence and stigma surrounding intersex variations that perpetuate further harm.
The marginalization of intersex people is rooted in colonization and white supremacy. Colonization created a taxonomy of human bodies that privileged typical white male and female bodies, prescribing a gender binary that would ultimately harm atypical black and indigenous bodies. As part of a liberation movement, intersex activists challenge not only the medical establishment, which is often the initial site of harm, but also governments, institutions, legal structures, and sociocultural norms that exclude intersex people. Intersex people should be allowed complete and uninhibited access to obtaining identity documents, exercising their birth and adoption rights, receiving unbiased healthcare, and securing education and employment opportunities that are free from harm and harassment. This framework serves a radical vision where intersex children are protected and survivors of genital cutting are cared for and respected. We owe that to intersex people and we owe that to ourselves.
The implementation of an intersex justice framework should include the following components: 1. Informed consent 2. Reparations 3. Legal protections 4. Accountability 5. Language 6. Children's rights 7. Patient-centered healthcare."
-Intersex Justice Project, founded by Sean Saifa Wall, Lynnell Stephani Long, and Pidgeon Pagonis.
#personal#actuallyintersex#intersex#intersex justice#intersex history#intersex pride#i see so many people use the term intersex justice and i think it's really important to understand that intersex justice is a very specific#framework#and to give the credit to the amazing activists from IJP who created it
823 notes
¡
View notes
Text
⸝ The Lost Queen - XVIII ⸝
â summary: You woke up near a military camp without remembering how and why you got there, you didnât understand why they were dressed like ancient Greeks, all you knew was that you werenât safe and you needed to get out of that place as soon as possible. Too bad for you that you found yourself attracting unwanted attention from the Macedonian King and he wonât let you go so easily.
â genre: yandere, dark!au.
â warnings: time travel, obsessive and possessive behavior, murder, mention of torture, kidnapping, angst, fluffy (very rarely), dub-con, eventual smut, pregnancy.
â pairing: yandere!alexander the great x female!reader, yandere!generals x female!reader.
â word count: 2,330.
â tag list: @devils-blackrose, @faerykingdom, @hadesnewpersephone, @mariaelizabeth21-blog1 , @kadu-5607, @zoleea-exultant, @borntoexplore11-blog, @silmawensgarden, @elvinapandra, @jennifer0305 , @his0kaswife, @animetye-23.
â the lost queen series masterlist.
Chapter 18
Roxanna felt restless, as if something inside her was in constant conflict. She paced her room, unable to rest, her thoughts racing around a single issue: her impending marriage to Alexander, the foreign conqueror who seemed to be engulfing the world with his ambition.
Her father had been clear. The union was strategic, a calculated move to ensure the survival of his people in the face of the sweeping changes that lay ahead. With Dariusâs downfall looking increasingly likely, joining forces with the man who controlled the most feared armies seemed not only sensible, but necessary. ''It is for the good of all,'' he had said, with the grave tone of one who made decisions beyond his own heart. But his words found no echo in hers.
Roxanna tried not to let her panic show, but the reality was suffocating. She knew little of Alexander, only stories she had been told; enough, however, to recognize that he possessed a magnetic presence. His face was striking, almost chiseled, and his eyes shone with an intensity that could both fascinate and intimidate. He was the kind of man who seemed unshakable, but the force that drew crowds to his feet also made her uneasy.
The weight of this choice that was not hers was made even worse by the shadow of another woman. Alexander already had a wife. Roxanna had heard whispers about (Y/N), the so-called Lost Queen. It was a name that soldiers spoke with reverence, almost like a prayer, and it tormented her. (Y/N) was not dead, but missing, possibly captured by the Persians. Despite her absence, her presence seemed to dominate. The adoration that Alexander clearly had for his wife seemed to be transmitted to his men. She had heard that Alexander was sending out searches and preparing to invade Babylon, supposedly where his wife would be.
How could she, Roxanna, compete with her, a figure who loomed like a specter in the midst of Alexander's ambition? Roxanna was beautiful and she knew it. Her beauty was surpassed only by Darius's wife.
More than that, she felt an inner resistance to the idea of ââsharing. She knew it was common for kings to have multiple wives, but still, the idea of ââbecoming one of many repulsed her. Roxanna wanted to be more than the second wife, more than a symbol of victory over her people. She wanted to be the first, the only. It was a foolish desire, perhaps, but it was hers.
Still, she knew it didnât matter. The decision wasnât in her hands. If Alexander wanted her, there would be no escape. Refusal was unthinkable. She would be forced to play the role of wife, to fulfill the role assigned to her, whether her heart was in it or not.
She would be ready to give her heart to Alexander. But he... Was he ready to give his to her?
"A doctor has come to see you, my Queen." Bagoasâs soft voice cut through the silence of the room, respectful and controlled. He waited patiently at the door until you nodded, allowing him to enter. His gaze was always firm but affectionate, as if he were measuring the environment around him before taking a step. You couldnât help but grow fond of the eunuch.
"Let him in." You replied, trying to hide the nervousness that was setting in. But the anxiety grew in waves, relentless, as the man entered the room. He carried with him a leather bag and a series of strange instruments. The sight of some of them, with their sharp, mechanical shapes, made your stomach turn. For a brief moment, you couldnât help but think that they looked more like torture tools than healing tools.
You took a deep breath, trying to find calm. After all, this was an order from Perdiccas, who, even without saying it, showed genuine concern. The memory of him hugging you, holding your hand gently, whispering sweet words to you, was both comforting and disturbing. His presence awakened conflicting feelings. Part of you wished he was there, that he hadn't left the room so abruptly. But another part, hurt by the circumstances, wanted distance.
You needed to talk about what was happening. About everything. But not now. You needed to focus on yourself, on protecting yourself and the life growing inside you. At least, until Alexander came to get you.
Your gaze instinctively fell on your hands, which rested on the subtle curve of your belly. It was an almost unconscious gesture, an attempt to protect the life growing inside you. Although you weren't completely sure about the time, you estimated that your pregnancy was already close to four months. The idea was both beautiful and terrifying.
"How are you feeling, Your Majesty?" The doctor asked, his voice grave but gentle, as he took a few steps towards you. There was something in his gaze, a deep green that seemed to seek answers before you could even offer them.
"A little better." You murmured, trying to sound calm, but feeling the weight of your vulnerability. His eyes met yours, and for an instant, you felt disarmed, exposed. The tension in the air was palpable, and the anticipation of the upcoming examination increased the whirlwind of emotions that already took over you.
The doctorâs gaze fell on the discarded sheet next to the bed, where a small but unmistakable stain of blood marked the clear surface. He coughed discreetly, perhaps to disguise the evident discomfort he felt at the delicate situation.
"You were lucky," He said after a brief silence, gesturing for you to spread your legs. The request was direct, professional, but you couldn't help the blush that rose to your cheeks. The idea of ââexposing yourself like that, even in front of a doctor, made your body stiffen with embarrassment.
But you forced yourself to keep your composure, taking a deep breath to push away the discomfort. "Itâs like heâs a gynecologist," you told yourself in your head, trying to rationalize. He was a doctor, after all. It didnât matter that medicine back then was rudimentary, or that you had doubts about the real effectiveness of his knowledge.
Details. Just details.
"Was I lucky?" Your voice came out in a low murmur, with a slightly bitter tone that you couldnât hide. The whole situation felt surreal, as if you were trapped in a game that was out of your control.
And that was probably exactly what it was.
The doctor nodded, moving carefully as he lifted the light chiton covering your body. His gaze remained fixed on his task, professional but intense. "Yes," He replied, his voice deep but calm. "You almost miscarried."
The words hit you like a cold blast, making your heart clench. What had started as discomfort now became palpable fear. You knew the pregnancy was fragile, but hearing it so directly was a cruel confirmation of the vulnerability of this new life inside you.
Instinctively, your hands went back to your belly, as if trying to protect it from any unseen threat. The silence between you stretched for a moment, heavy, as you absorbed what he had said. It wasnât just luck. It was a warning. And a reminder that your body and mind were carrying far more than they could bear alone.
The doctor carefully lowered your chiton before approaching you again, this time placing his hands on your belly. His initial touch was firm, almost rough, and you flinched instinctively, feeling uncomfortable with the pressure he was applying. He seemed oblivious to your reaction, completely focused on his assessment, but you could barely contain the shiver that ran through your body.
"Why are you doing that so hard?" You started to ask, but he held up his hand, interrupting you before you could finish.
"How long have you been pregnant, Your Majesty?" He asked, his voice serious, his eyes fixed on yours with an intensity that seemed to weigh on you.
For a moment, the question took you by surprise. His incisive tone and the way he stared at you made you nervous, but you knew you had to answer. Swallowing hard, you murmured, "I think Iâm four months along..."
He nodded, but his gaze remained skeptical, as if questioning the accuracy of your answer. Stepping back, he seemed to ponder before finally uttering the words that left you speechless.
"I believe you are pregnant with twins."
"Twins?" You repeated in a whisper, almost as if you were asking yourself.
The doctor nodded again, this time with a more serious expression. He seemed to be measuring his words, but he still chose to be direct. "Your belly is more swollen than normal for a single pregnancy," He explained, his voice calm but filled with concern. After a brief sigh, he continued, this time with a darker tone. "Unfortunately, I must warn you of the risks. Giving birth to two babies... Itâs dangerous. Thereâs a good chance you wonât survive the birth."
His words hit you like a blow. Your eyes widened, and the room seemed to close in around you. To die in childbirth. In ancient times. It sounded like a sentence you never imagined you would face. Terror settled in your chest, and for a moment it felt like the air had been sucked out of the room.
You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could utter a word, another voice cut through the silence.
"I suggest you keep your comments to yourself."
It was Perdiccas, his imposing figure appearing in the doorway of the room. His tone was calm, but filled with disapproval as he fixed the doctor with a hard stare. His eyes flashed, as if ready to squelch any further attempts to alarm her. "My Queen is already terrified enough. We donât need your unnecessary comments."
His presence filled the space, and you felt a mixture of relief and discomfort. Perdiccas had always been a complex figure in your life â protective and, at the same time, charged with an authority that sometimes felt overwhelming. Yet his words, even as a reprimand to the doctor, brought a strange sense of security. As if, for a moment, he was willing to carry the weight you feared to face alone.
The doctor hesitated, clearly disconcerted, but bowed his head in deference. "My apologies, Your Majesty. It was merely a warning." He gathered his things quickly, as if to avoid any further confrontation with Perdiccas, and bowed out.
Now, only the two of you remained in the room. Perdiccas approached slowly, his eyes softening as they landed on you. "I will not let anything happen to you," He said, his voice lower and firmer, like a promise he seemed determined to keep.
And in that moment, you allowed yourself to believe his words. There was something in Perdiccasâ tone, in the firmness of his promise, that seemed sincere. Maybe it was the vulnerability that enveloped you, making him an anchor in the midst of the whirlwind of uncertainty. Or maybe it was the old feelings, the ones you tried to bury, but that now resurfaced, stubborn and undeniable, creating cracks in the armor you had built over time.
He was there, close enough for his presence to warm the cold room, and for a brief moment, you felt a security that you hadnât experienced in months. Against all the reasons your mind tried to list, you found yourself trusting Perdiccas once again, as if his promise were a rope pulling you out of the abyss.
Or maybe it was the pregnancy hormones.
You just hoped you wouldn't regret it a second time.
Alexander was determined: he would only take Roxanna as his wife if he had the consent of (Y/N), his beloved and first wife, from whom fate had separated him. He knew that to unite with another woman without (Y/N)'s knowledge and permission would be the same as betraying the deep feelings he still harbored for her. It was a line that Alexander was not willing to cross. Acting in the shadows, making decisions that could hurt or dishonor (Y/N), would be an act he would never forgive himself for. The respect and love he had for her were unshakable, and even in the face of difficult circumstances, he was determined to honor them above all else.
But before any decision about Roxanna could be made, he had to recover (Y/N). There was no other path to follow while she was still beyond his reach. Alexander had already made his decision: he would leave for Babylon immediately. No matter the challenges, he was willing to face them.
He would mobilize his army for the mission, for he knew that no effort would be too great to rescue his beloved. He trusted his generals and soldiers completely, loyal men who had always followed him, and it would be no different this time. When he communicated his determination, he was certain that they would support him without hesitation, understanding that, for Alexander, the search for (Y/N) was not only a matter of love, but of honor.
"Call the generals immediately." Alexander's firm voice echoed through the room. The page, without wasting time, bowed hurriedly and ran off to carry out the order.
Alexander was alone for a moment, but his mind was far from there. He could almost smell (Y/N)'s perfume, that delicate and unmistakable aroma that had enveloped him so many times. He seemed to hear the soft melody of her laughter in the background and feel the gentle touch of her fingers against his skin. It was as if the memory of her was more alive than ever, calling him to action.
Finally, he would be going after her. There would be no more delay, doubts or hesitations. Every step he took now would bring him closer to (Y/N), and nothing in the world could stop him from bringing her back.
''I'm coming for you, my Queen.''
â lady l: maybe a shorter chapter but that's because it's like a preparation for chapter 19 and especially 20. I hope you liked it and forgive me for any mistakes! â¤ď¸
See you a in the next chapter! I'll probably post the next this weekend, though. It's practically ready. đ
Also, expect a lot of drama to come! Alexander is coming to Babylon!! đ
#tlq#the lost queen#yandere history#yandere historical characters#alexander the great x reader#yandere Alexander the great#yandere Alexander the great x reader#long fic#yandere x reader
337 notes
¡
View notes
Note
Hey, I've been delving into anti psychiatry readings but one thing always stands out to me: if there is no underlying disease behind a depressive state, for example, how does that new paradigm not end up placing the blame on the patient? I ask in good faith as I still don't have a clear answer on that regard, and would like to have better conversations about this topic that don't end when people tell me of a close relative with depression who has seemingly had a life free of traumas that could otherwise present as depression.
-materialist (marxist) anti psychiatry identifies the root 'cause' or basis of psychological experiences in the economic and material conditions of existence. depression or other forms of distress, just like other affective states, derive fundamentally from the world we live in, our political situation, the material alienation of estranged labour that underlies 'alienation' the psychological state. this doesn't mean that resolving the contradictions of capitalism (that is, workers' revolution) will magically eliminate all sources of distress, depression, or other currently pathologised experiences. however, it would certainly resolve / eliminate some distress for some people; additionally, it is the only way to overcome the capitalist paradigm that values people by their adherence to a normative standard of ability, which is what renders depressed people (for example) economically marginalised 'failed citizens'
-keeping the above in mind, i would question whether there is really such thing as a person who 'has no trauma' ie, has no material basis for alienation, depression, or distress. capitalism is an estranging system, including for the owner class (though of course this occurs in a different way to the labouring class, and i am not suggesting that the bourgeoisie are the 'victims' of capitalism or some such)
-none of the above is mutually exclusive with the role that an individual's neurobiology plays in their subjective or psychological state. like any base/superstructure phenomenon, the relationship is dialectical, with the material base generally dominating, but both acting on and being affected by superstructural phenomena. economic and material conditions lead to subjective experiences such as depressions; these experiences are also instantiated in, reacting to, and reacted upon by the physiological processes in the brain/body. however, when we say that depression (for example) is not a disease we mean that there is no biological entity---no infectious pathogen, no 'chemical imbalance', no organic lesion, no anatomical defect or physiological malfunction---that is identifiable as a single cause or correlate of depressed states, nor will there ever be; the psychiatric label is a heuristic catch-all applied to a constellation of experiences (symptoms) that are varying degrees of disagreeable to individuals (patients) as well as to medical and state authorities
-i think it's overly credulous to the psychiatric profession to assert that calling something a disease means that no one can 'blame the patient' for it. in fact i would say it would be difficult to name a disease that doctors, state authorities, and society at large does NOT blame on patients
-i also think it's overly credulous to the psychiatric profession to assert that there is a dichotomy between neurobiological diseases and things that are individual faults or failings. in fact i would posit that most subjective experiences, including of distress, are neither
434 notes
¡
View notes
Text
đđ§đđ˘đđ¨đđ ŕźâ§âË.ââˇ
therapist! jonathan crane x female reader.
đđđşđşđŽđżđ: when your father decided that you needed therapy, taking you to his dear friend dr. crane to treat and help you, you thought it wouldn't work at all, but it turned out to be everything you needed.
đđŽđżđťđśđťđ´đ: SMUT(minors dni!!), noncon/dubcon, depression, cursing, crane is a mysoginistic prick, using therapy for unhinged reasons, smut, hair pulling, jonathan just being an creep, choking AND strangulation, dacryphilia, hitting, unprotected sex (safe sex its great sex!!), breeding kink, forced breeding, power dynamics, i think crane should be a warning himself, reader being borderline stupid and naive. also this has a lot of backstory iâm so sorry i got carried away lol.
đđźđżđą đ°đźđđťđ: 7.1K
đŽđđđľđźđżâđ đťđźđđ˛: omg my first fic on here!! this is also my first work on english and my first smut ever so i apologise in advance for any mistake!! i hope y'all enjoy it anyways ahahahaha live laugh love jonathan craneđđť feedback its very appreciated so i can improve and continue to publish better works, anyways enjoyyyy đ
đđşđđ đđťđąđ˛đż đđľđ˛ đ°đđ
It was awkward, to say the least.
You were sitting across from Doctor Crane in the couch at your dad's house, legs crossed as you watched him write on his clipboard, something about it making you feel anxious, a little nauseous, even.
This wasn't your first session, you started doing this four months ago, not long after your divorce that caused you to fall into a spiral of sadness and misery. Your failedâ and short marriage was the main reason you started taking therapy with your dad's friend, the chief of Arkham, Jonathan Crane, and still, you couldn't bring yourself to talk about it.
He was patient, you told him several times that he was a saint. Regardless, before you started with the sessions, he explained to your dad that he didn't really do this; therapy really wasn't his strong suit, but for a friend, a desperate one, he would gladly do it.
Your dad came to him, offering a big stack of money if he would talk to his little girl, make her recover her once joyful personality, like you had one to begin with. Jonathan really couldn't say no, and not really because of the money, he had other reasons in mind, unethical reasons.
And there you were now. You were quick to open up to him, eager to talk, to be listened and he, on the other hand, was ready to listen, to give you advice, console you and help you get through the sorrow that was following you since you were young, playing the role of your knight in shinning armor.
"I can't believe you don't actually do this" you said once, sniffling your nose with a handkerchief he gave you as he examined you with a warm gaze, an empathetic grin on his face. "You're really helping me"
Jonathan was quick to wave his hand and tell you that it wasn't a big deal, that he was just doing his job, and if you weren't so innocent, so stupid, you would have noticed the mischievous sparkle that flickered in his eyes for a split second.
You were landing right in the palm of his hand.
Not even thirty minutes into the first session you told him everything about your past; every little thing you thought he needed to know to treat you. And you were slightly right; he did need to know those things, but not to treat you, just to manipulate you and mold your little brain into what he was envisioning for you and your future together.
Truth was, you hated everything about your life, regardless of the fact that you had everything. That's what you've been told since you were a child; a big house, a lot of money, maids taking care of you so you wouldn't have to move a finger and just sit pretty and relax inside the walls of the huge mansion that confined you since you could recall.
You have everything. That was bullshit.
Sometimes, you couldn't help but think that people told you that out of pity, like they knew how miserable you felt, but not daring to say a word about it. Your dad was a powerful man, and you were aware of that, ever since you were born, he had bussines with Falcone and you knew that people feared him, he practically ruled Gotham, that lifeless and dangerous city that you had to live in.
You have everything. You were tired of that sentence. You didn't care at all about these nice things surrounding you, those dresses in your closet, those diamonds in your jeweler, that fancy car you owned since your eighteenth birthday, no, that was useless in your eyes, because all you really wanted, was love.
It was a lonely life; you learned how to do everything by yourself, how to comb your hair, how to deal with your period when it first came, how to dress up properly and do your makeup. You didn't even had to learn about boy problems because there weren't any boys in your life, you were homeschooled. So you were quiet, not really having to talk at all, there was nobody to talk to.
And since Jonathan was the only person you were talking to at the moment, you started to feel like you loved him, the idea sitting right with you without you even knowing it, thinking that this was how therapy normally went.
Loneliness striked your life at a young age; your mother died from a strange disease when you were eight, leaving you with a shattered heart thad bled everytime you walked past her bedroom, or saw a picture of her. You practically watched her die, a witness of how she lost her strength, how her once beautiful skin turned pale and yellow, and lost every little spark within herself, and the worst part was that all the money you had, couldn't even help her.
It was a deep wound that you carried with yourself, with nobody to talk about it.
Your father spent his days locked up in his office, and when he wasn't there, he was out in the city doing unthinkable things that you didn't even wanted to know about, leaving you on your own, having to fill all of those silent and empty rooms by yourself, with nobody to laugh with, nobody to hold you and see you grow. He wasn't really around, working all the time, too busy to know that his daughter didn't seem to care about all the expensive stuff he bought for her, not even taking the time to have dinner with you or hold a simple conversation. He loved you, you knew that, he just wasn't the type to show his affection with words or actions, but with gifts. And you hated everything about it.
But now, Jonathan was there, making you feel listened, finally saving you from falling into loneliness again. Your whole life, you thought you had a horrible sickness, that you were doomed to this awful destiny of sorrow and silence, but now, with his sweet words and good company, you couldn't be more than relieved.
You wished sometimes that you met him earlier, that this whole therapy stuff started before, and you even confessed it to him. And it irked him a little, that you didn't even remember how you two really met each other, hiding his annoyance with a warm smile.
Some months ago, your father started to brought you to parties he attended, parties were all the corrupts scumbags from Gotham reunited and celebrated how they were dragging the city to the gates of hell on their benefit, and you couldn't be more happy to attend them. You knew he was bringing you because he recently broke up with the young girl he carried with himâ that was most likely your age, and needed a pretty thing to hang of his arm and take care of the people he didn't feel like talking to.
So you accepted this new life, eating up this role of socialite like it was made for you.
It was a chance to know people, to speak and make new friends, but you learned quickly that those people weren't there for that, and picked up on how mostly of the people who talked to you just wanted to climb up the social ladder and gain some extra points from your father.
He, even, introduced you to a couple of people that seemed close to your age, and you chatted with them, feeling extremely anxious because you weren't used to this, so it was weird to them seeing such a pretty woman, with your status and fortune, acting so shy and quiet in a place that your dad practically owned.
After a couple of hours, you learned the agenda. All you had to do was put on a fake smile, get them off your father's shoulders and pretend you were very interested in what they had to say, hiding your uncomfortable expression behind your glass of champagne, promising them that you would arrange a reunion with your father someday.
One of those nights, your father introduced you to someone, someone who you didn't pay much attention because he seemed to be uninterested too, only being there for the sake of his job.
"Pretty girl, come here" your father said, a cheerful tone of voice as grabbed you by the shoulder to get your attention, snapping you out of your train of thoughts. "I want you to meet my friend, Doctor Crane"
You looked at the man in front of your dad, his pale blue eyes already sizing you up discretely, looking at you up and down in a way that didn't go unnoticed by you, a shiver running down your spine as his eyes finally locked with yours.
You couldn't help but feel small under his gaze, your glass now forgotten in your left hand, the right one extended to take his and stretch it for a quick second, returning to your first position, his expression remaining serious.
"Nice to meet you" he spoke, his voice sounding like velvet in your eyes, not quite sensing the undertone behind it. "Your father told me wonders about you"
You grin, the irony of that sentence making you laugh a little, what wonders could your father know about you? But you kept your composure, the conversation not going any further, and you forgot about him fast enough, when in another of those annoying parties you met the love of your life â or so you thought.
That same night, when you went back home, you were thinking about spending the rest of your life with some guy that flirted with you at the bar, and Jonathan, prayed to whatever thing listening to him up there, that crossed your path with his again.
He practically obsessed with you, because it felt right. You were young, beautiful, wealthy and had a last name that could open even more doors for him, getting tired of saving Falcone's man of going to jail; you were an opportunity, tied to a nice pair of legs.
After a few weeks of stalking, it kinda broke his heart that naive as he expected you, you got married to the guy from the party; he told you then his name was Lewis, and now you doubted it that was even true.
You were finally going to get what you always wished for, a family, love. And it was perfect. Everything was perfect.
It was a dream that you were living in. A dream that shattered in front of you no longer than three months after.
After you contracted married with this man, you took care of the house, now learning all of these housewife duties that you didn't know anything about, but making your best effort to please him, to be the perfect woman ever created, departing from your old life and habits and adjusting them to his own.
You couldn't be more happy, regardless of your bad cooking, the bad-swiped floor and the half-done bed that welcomed you both every night, you finally had love.
It lasted three months. Your wholesome real life fantasy of a marriage destroyed when you found out, accidentally, that this man was just an employee of your dad, willing to get a promotion if he married you. At that moment, you didn't know who you hated more, if the bastard, or your dad who was literally bribing the bastard to love you.
But your dad only wanted to make you happy, tho.
You were embarrassed, not quite sure of how to tell this to Jonathan, because after all, he was there for you, just for the money your dad was paying him. Your cursed the day your dad became rich, because all of it was making you miserable and it felt like it wasn't going to stop.
At this point, a feeling of despite against you was growing within Jonathan, after a few weeks treating you, he quickly remembered why he didnât chose this path of career, but remembering that he was there because of a major reason; a reason more important than your helpless cries for attention.
He was sick of you, all you ever did was complain in the commodity of your million dollar house, unaware that there were more important problems in the world. It isnât completely your fault, Jonathan thought one day, you were just an ungrateful brat, and his work was to tame you, and he planned to do just that today.
"So," he startled you, narrowing his eyebrows, an expression in his face that you could only understand as concern. "remember, if you don't speak, I can't help you".
You chuckle and shift your weight in the chair, immediately feeling your eyes fill up with tears as you confronted the fact that you had to speak about it, right now. He was quick to offer you his handkerchief, as he always did and with shaky hands you took it, sniffling onto it, closing your eyes as you felt your whole body shake with each one of your cries.
You felt Jonathan put his hand on your knee, softy caressing the skin that his thumb could reach, opening your eyes and looking at his, Jonathan welcoming you with a pitying look. You put the tissue aside, both him being so close and his scent impregnated on the piece of fabric making you feel a little giddy, a little confused.
Why was your heart racing so much? He was your therapist, here to talk about your former husband.
Jonathan couldn't help but grin a little, knowing he was maybe breaking a rule here, touching you like this, being so close. He couldn't care less, after all, he wasn't here listening to you cry and bitch about your whole life for the sake of your well-being. He was here because he wanted you to break and get on your knees to him. Figuratively and literally.
"It's so embarrassing" you struggled to spit out "He didn't even love me, Doctor"
He hummed, dragging his chair so he was a little closer to you, you looked at him through your teary lashes and tried to keep it together, this wasn't the first time you cried in front of him, but the reason itself was enough to make you feel full of shame.
He didn't say anything, this being a motivation for you to continue.
"My dad was paying him" you murmured, cleaning the mascara off your cheeks. "It was all a lie"
The whole situation was absurd, what happened to you still felt like a sick joke they were playing on you, your dad and Lewis, probably waiting for the perfect moment to tell you the truth.
But that wasn't going to happen, right now the only thing that felt true to you was Jonathan. He set you up to that, and you blindly fell on his silly trap.
"Poor thing" he cooed you, moving his hand a little further up your thigh, noticing the goosebumps on your skin. A mastermind, that's how he felt. "How could they?"
That was all the mendacity he fed you with since you started seeing him, making you believe he was actually empathizing with you, full of loathe against everyone who hurt you, who dared to leave you alone, but now he was there, his task being to pretend to care.
"It's pathetic" you blurted out, leaning into his touch when his prying hand went up to your cheek. You really couldn't say anything more, crying against his hand like it was something you did every monday morning. "I'm so sad. I don't know what to do"
He shook his face, your eyes meeting his with a confused expression, black stained tears dropping on your lap and wetting his hand before he returned it and looked over his clipboard, pretending to think.
You were so vulnerable, ready for him to destroy. He finally got you where he wanted. He then explained you that you were so sad that it made you unaware of a lot of things, blinded by your own pity against yourself that every door that opened, you closed. It all came down to a thing; you needed a diagnosis.
He gave you a moment to process the information, ready to continue with his plan.
"Actually," he started, his tone now more firm, more strict, the one he used when you were approaching the end of the session. On the last one, he recommended you to touch yourself, to liberate oxytocin on your brain or something you really didn't understood.
It was almost evil from his side, he knew that your only thought while doing it would he him ordering you to do so.
"I'm sorry to be the bearer of such awful news, Y/N" he stated, making your heart skip a beat. "But I think you're sick"
You nearly gasped, the air got stuck in your throat, more tears gathering in your eyes. You lifted one of your hands to your chest, a million thoughts crossing your head as Jonathan's clever eyes examined your expression.
Bingo.
"Sick" you repeated after a moment, almost like you were making peace with the revelation. "How sick?"
It was an innocent question, your tone of voice shaking as your inferior lip trembled, holding it with your teeth in an attempt to not burst into tears again, your whole body feeling like it was going to break into a million peaces by how much you were shaking in the couch.
Jonathan was quick, standing from the chair he was on and taking a seat by your side, his hand swiftly placing in your knee. You looked at him confused, he never got this close, maybe your sickness was serious.
"What am I, Doctor?" you whispered, your eyes showing him a hint of fear that made him finally lose all his faked professionalism. "Depressed? Crazy?"
Both of you were dying of anticipation now; meanwhile you feared that you were going to get admitted to Arkham, Jonathan was seeing the golden ticket to the best future he could ever achieve, and all thanks to you.
"Oh, no, no" he purred, his hand making its way up to your thigh. "You're sick, not crazy"
You parted your lips as his hand moved more further, not really sure of what was happening, not daring to stop him, too scared of your mental health to think about anything else, not helping the way your legs started to part too.
A sudden gasp left your lips as his hand squeezed your tight, a smile you never saw on him appearing on his face. The crying stopped a moment ago, the surprise of having him so close making you go a little numb.
"I know what a girl like you needs" he said, almost sternly, like his hand wasn't centimeters away from your panties.
Was in that moment, that you knew this wasnât about therapy anymore.
"You think so?" you whispered, your voice still shaky, but now for a whole different reason. "And what is it, Doctor?"
"To be fucked stupid"
It almost shocked you how he said that as it was a normal diagnosis, like he gave you a name of a medicine you could go and buy at any drugstore in town. You gulped and didn't move when his grip tightened on your leg, your face growing red.
A loud gasp escaped your lips when at your lack of response, Jonathan grabbed you hard by the jaw and forced you to look at him. Your eyes glistened with nothing but fear, your brows narrowing as you mumbled something that he really couldn't understand, and it wasn't like he wanted to.
"You're sick, Y/N" he repeated, more harshly this time, his hand moving your head as he spoke. "And I'm going to cure you"
He let go of your face to clasp his lips against yours, a kiss very far away from sweet, his mouth moving roughly against yours. You never had been kissed like this, so you tried to play it along, trying to show him some of the love you felt for him, that you thought you owed him.
But he didn't care if you felt loved during the kiss, trying to assert the dominance he held upon you, his hand now holding firmly the back of you neck to prevent you from pulling away.
It was a mess; your teeth clashed, drool was dripping from your chin as his tongue explored every space of your mouth, not leaving anywhere of it untouched. Your movements were a little stiff, unsure of what to do, trying to provide the sweetness that he lacked.
His hand moved to your the front of your neck and squeezed it a little, making you yelp in surprise, the sound muffled by his mouth. You tried to get away from the kiss, confused about his rough actions against you, a little scared of him even, almost like you didnât trust him every little part of your brain in this same couch for the last couple of months.
But then it clicked on your foggy brain, he knew you, perfectlyâ you only knew his name, you didnât know what this man was capable of.
You could only move a few centimeters away from his hungry mouth, your lips parted as tears welled in your eyes from the pressure he was applying to your neck.
âStopâ you managed to stutter, your breath mixing with his. âI canât- breatheâ
You doubted that he listened to you, your voice not coming out of your throat at all and getting stuck in your larynx, your voice-box completely muffled by his strong grip.
âShut up, bratâ he spitted, his tone sounding full of abhor, your eyes wide open as you felt the air leaving your body and your lungs starting to burn. âAlways getting what you wantâ
You weakly placed one of your hands around his wrist, another attempt of gasp elicited from your agape mouth as he lifted his other hand and choked you with both, something in your dizzy mind telling you that he was possessed.
âCrying all the time- complainingâ he continued, not caring if you were listening, the suffocation being to much to bare now. âSo selfishâ
And maybe he was.
Your brain was filled with fear, wondering how it all went from a kiss to thisâ almost getting killed by your therapist in your couch. You opened your eyes to meet his, feeling like your chest was on fire as there wasnât any air flowing in, seeing how the blue of Jonathanâs eyes has darkened and his lips were parted as well, the muscles of his jaw twitching as he choked you to death.
Your eyebrows narrowed together in terror as you noticed that familiar tingly sensation in your lower belly and your thighs clenching together. Maybe it was something about him exercising this power over you, how you felt so feeble under his touch, that was probably leaving bruises on your neck for you to carry and show around what he was making you do it.
You didnât have enough time to think about it, you were practically dying.
âAnd you are enjoying this?â he said with an amused tone, probably noticing how your thighs fragily contracted against one another.
You felt yourself slowly lose your consciousness when finally the relief came and the air started to flow again to your desperate lungs, taking long and loud puffs of air when his hand let go of your neck. Your erratic breath was interrupted by a loud moan that escaped you when Crane yanked you by your hair and shoved you to the floor.
He was quick yo position you between his legs, looking at you through his unfixed glasses, giving you a twisted smile that made you quiver in fear, that growing wet patch on your panties making you feel like a really sick girl.
âDoctor-â you mumbled, closing your eyes as he pulled your hair, withdrawing a mewl off your mouth. âHurtsâ
âYou talk when I tell you to talkâ he snickered, adjusting the way his fingers gripped your hair. You thought that he might just pull out the strand he was tugging. âIâm sick of your whiningâ
You felt more tears well up in your eyes; not sure if it was from the pain in your head or how his words felt like a knife that landed right on your heart. You were confused, sad, angryâ a little hot, too.
âI pay you yo listen to meâ you said, your voice so shaky you were lucky he could understand you. You wished he didnât understand you.
Another sort of moan left your lips as a hard slap made a landing in your cheek, your face turned to the side because of the impact. You closed your eyes in disbelief, a cry coming out as you felt helpless, wondering if this was some exposure therapy he was experimenting on you.
He repeated himself, instructing you to talk only when you were told so, nodding in defeat as you accepted whatever this was and continued to play along with Jonathanâs sick fantasy of controlling you, without even knowing it.
You looked at him with nothing but inquietude, the look in his eyes giving you the foreboding that nothing good was about to happen now, frightened of what we would do to you.
He didnât show any hints of letting go of your hair anytime soon, just holding it firmly to keep you looking at him through your heavy lashes, a wicked grin on his smug face.
âLetâs give that whining mouth of yours a good useâ he said, and you gulped, understanding what he wanted and quivering in fear, not really understanding why the sticky sensation between your legs grew.
âUndo my pantsâ he commanded, and you stayed still, your eyes not leaving his even when another slap landed on your tear-wet face. âDo as youâre told, brat. This might be your only cureâ
You couldnât help but sob a little, his tone sounding so definitive, so professional. Your trembling hands reached his belt and unbuckling it ungracefully, taking longer than he expected, you heard him chuckle as you unbuttoned his pants afterwards, then putting your hands back in front of your lap.
âCâmonâ he pulled your hair again, causing you to moan in pain. âDonât make me tell you what to doâ
You looked at him again in nothing but shame, trying to resist to this humiliating request of his, but complying it anyways. He said he was going to cure you, but now you doubted it, right now, you only wanted this to be over.
With a last look at his eyes you returned your attention to the growing bulge in his slacks, the shame in your brain being present at all times, not quite helping the way your eyes were fixated on his clothed member. You were quick to free him out after your staring earned you a other harsh pull of hair, your lips turned into a line when his cock slapped his abdomen, causing his dress shirt to wrinkle a little.
âGo on, Y/Nâ he encouraged you, as you looked at him with pleading eyes, silently begging him for mercy, knowing that even if you screamed it at him, he just wouldnât listen. âThis isnât about what you want, anymore. Is about what you needâ
A tear slid from your eyes and disappeared down your cheek when his free hand placed the tip of his hard cock on your parted lips, gesturing you to take it and not waste more of his timeâ more than you already did.
âOpen up, whoreâ he said under his breath, using your hair as a device to move your head and help you shove his length down your throat. You complied, the tears in your eyes now soaking in you cheeks by the effort that you were making trying to welcome his thick shaft down your mouth.
You were sure you scratched him with your teeth a few times as he bobbed your head up and down with his strong hand, manhandling you without care for his own pleasure. You placed your hands on his knees, trying not to gag, but when his tip touched the bottom of your throat, you couldnât help it.
You cried as you felt suffocated again, now for a whole different reason, a more humiliating one, and you almost wished he killed you then. His hips buckled everytime your lips reached the base of his cock, the room filled with the sounds of your mouth and saliva coating his shaft and the soft moans that came out of his poisoned lips.
âTake it, whoreâ he said, his voice now husky and distorted by the pleasure, the pain that your teeth accidentally inflicted on him turning him even more. âGod- you are horrible at thisâ
He chuckled between heavy breaths, pulling you by the hair and releasing his cock from your mouth, a vulgar pop filling both of your ears at the sudden separation of your lips and his member. Your eyes looked at the floor, feeling such a shame that the mere thought of meeting his face with your fearful face made you cringe, the pulsating pain on the back of your head making you dizzy.
âYou canât suck dick properlyâ he said, his tone sounding like he was making fun of you. âNo wonder why your husband left you. Youâre just patheticâ
You finally rose up your face to look at that insufferable smile of his, ignoring the way his cock was still hanging there in front of you, almost brushing your nose. His fingers finally untangled from your hair and giving you some sort of solace, the consolation that this traumatic session was over.
Maybe the remedy was worse than the sickness itself.
âJonathan, stop it, plea-â
Your imploration was completely ignored, followed by another slap on your wet cheek that made you cry even more, not understanding how this man couldâve been the same one who made you felt loved and finally listened. You fell for a lie once again.
âGet on the couchâ he simply said, his words were like a bucket of cold water fell on you. âStop the bitching, donât want to hear itâ
âAnd Iâm your doctor. Not Jonathanâ he reminded you, making you feel even more ashamed.
You did as he told, again, half-standing from the floor and sitting next to him, trying to take as much space from him as you could before he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer, your face growing red as his face was now centimeters away from yours.
âYou look so beautiful when you cryâ he whispered, caressing your face but trying to nor wipe the tears away, almost like he was admiring you. It made you melt into his touch, glad that his kind demeanor was there again. Even if his words made you cringeâ and the fact that his cock was still out, you felt your heart grew warmer by the way he tenderly touched you.
It didnât last much longer, when his lips twitched into a malicious smile and went down to nibble your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses around the bruised skin and bitting where his fingers hurt you previously, making your fingers wrap on his hair and cry for mercy, trying for him to stop hurting you this much.
âShut up, stupid bratâ he repeated that same insult, making you swallow your cries, closing your eyes in disbelief as he continued to injure your already suffering skin.
You arched your back in surprise when all of the sudden his hands reached for your breasts, groping your tits like his life depending on it, stimulating you through the fabric of your shirt, but all you felt was fear and anger, impotence flowing through your veins because you just couldnât scream and push him away, fear was freezing you on the spot.
The worst part? You maybe didnât wanted to push him away. Because maybe if he gets what he wants now you would be cured and heâll be back to normal, returning you the sweet Doctor Crane that you met once, not this monster that was groping you like a piece of meat.
He clicked his tongue and dropped both of his hands to spread your legs open, forcing your back to drop onto the hand rester of the couch. You looked at him with big eyes, your heart felt like it was going to jump out of your chest and scream to Jonathan that enough was enough, you just couldnât take any of this anymore.
But your heart stayed there, between your lungs that seemed incapable to hold any air, making your breathing erratic. So nobody screamed Jonathan to stop, and he continued with his profanation against your personaâ your dignity.
He bit his lip at the sight of your fucked-up face, your legs open as it showed him the dark patch on your baby blue panties, darting his eyes from your half-exposed crotch to your teary eyes.
âGod, keep crying and I might come nowâ he growled, lowering his face to meet your pussy, kissing it through your underwear, making you mewl, closing your eyes at the sudden attention your core was getting.
You felt embarrassed at how much you enjoyed when he moved the fabric to the side and started making out with your cunt, swallowing your fluids like a starved man.
âSo wetâ he mumbled against your labia, the vibration making your eyes roll back, bitting your lip to prevent any moan to come out; he was raping you, why did he make you enjoy it? âI bet you like this, to be treated like a whoreâ
You shook your head, more tears falling out of your eyes as you felt nothing else but humiliation, pleasure washing over your body everytime his tongue brushed your clit, your back arched against nothing.
âYou like it?â he said, finally pulling out and pushing his body up so his face was in front of yours, his cock grazing against your now stimulated pussy, a gasp leaving your lips, a gasp that quickly turned into a hurting moan when his hand slapped you again, this time in your throbbing cunt. âAnswer meâ
âI- I doâ you whispered, gripping his shoulders when you felt him align the head of his member with your whole, scared of how it was going to fit. You had trouble taking it when he face-fucked you, how the fuck it was going to fit down there?
âIâm going to fuck you so goodâ he whispered between pants, jerking himself off before entering you. âYouâre going to forget that pathetic husband of yoursâ
You couldnât help but cry, trying to push him off by the shoulders, a terrified look on your face. âIt wonât fit, Doctorâ you pleaded, a crooked grin on his face as you keep on calling him that. âI beg you, donât-â
âYes, beg meâ he said, starting to push his member inside you with a slow but relentlessly pace, not giving you enough time to adjust, just to scream and hit him weakly on the chest, face and shoulders before ge grabbed your hands and pinned them down, on the sides of your body. âIâm going to cure you- do you so goodâ
His voice was low, as he barely could speak when he felt just how tight you were, your walls hugging his cock just the right way, his pulsating head making your mind dizzy, the stinging pain starting to be forgotten.
But when he slid out and entered back it, the hardness of his movement made your insides burn with pain, a loud cry echoing in the walls of the living room as he started to trust into your pussy with a fast pace, not caring at all if you felt good.
He snapped his hips against yours with an animalistic force, growls escaped from his mouth every time his cock was welcomed by the warmth of your stretch whole, the sensation making him go even more feral, making you cry more.
He let go of one of your hands and grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at his eyes as he fucked you vigorously, the blue on his iris not existent anymore, only his widely dilated pupils meeting yours, your blurred vision distinguishing the depraved expression in his face.
âYou- so tightâ he snarled, his voice barely audible, covered by the sound of skin slapping and your loud cries. âI bet your stupid husband didnât fuck you like thisâ
You felt nothing but shame as you felt his cock now sliding in and out more easily, the wetness of your cunt growing as he spoke to you like that, that familiar heat flourishing in your lower belly as his words degraded you, your cries quickly becoming moans.
âThis was all you needed- fuckâ he said, his spit splashing your face as he talked, his words full of disdain. âA good dick, thatâs all it takes to keep bitches like you quietâ You nodded, thinking that if you agreed he would stop. How wrong you were.
In a quick movement Jonathan took his cock out and spun you around, not giving you time to get on your ass up by laying your chest down before he stabbed your hole again, pushing your skirt all the way up to see how his pelvis came into collision with your ass.
You were moaning like a bitch in heat now, sure that the maids were listening, not really caring about it anymore. Jonathan was fucking you nice and hard, your mouth wide open as his tip brushed your cervix, screaming to him to keep it right there.
âIâm closeâ he said, pulling your hair back to press his chest to your back, his other hand going down to play with your swollen clit, wanting your to come around his cock like the slut he knew you were. âCome with me, you whoreâ
âYesâ you moaned, your tongue out as his cock hit the right spots, making your hips to move against his, grinding against his hand and dick, feeling your wetness drip down to your thighs. âYes, yes, I want toâ
He laughed, approaching your ear with his tongue to bite it, leaving a long and wet kiss underneath it that made you grow hotter, your eyes closed as you let him use you; the only thought in your mind being him and his wonder-working cock.
Truth was, he was fucking you stiffly, every slam of his hips stronger than the last one, but you were so deprived of touch, so dick-starved, that even if Jonathan was fucking you like a lifeless doll, only for the sake of his pleasure, you loved it, even when it hurt you.
âIâm going to fill you upâ he said against your ear, his hand leaving your clit unattended as he grabbed your hip to increase the velocity of his thrusts, ramming your hole like a demented man, making your head drop against his shoulder and scream at the ceiling, now knowing what he meant by curing you.
âGoing to get you pregnantâ he said, more to himself than anything âso you donât have to bitch about being alone anymoreâ
You opened your eyes with terror, you didnât want children, you were so young. The idea made you frightened, the moaning now sounding like little nos and pull outs, but Jonathan didnât listen.
âDoctor please, please, pull outâ you pleaded, reaching for his hips and trying to push him away, one of his hands slapping your ass and pulling you down by your shoulder blade so you wouldnât fight anymore. âDoctor Crane pleaseâ
âI will fucking fill you up, Y/Nâ he chanted, laughing at the idea of your round belly and your swollen tits, carrying his baby all day and feeling all worked up and needy all day, only waiting for him to fuck you all day. âYou wonât be alone again. You wonât be sad againâ
Then you realized it.
When he came, your hot walls creamed every single drop of his cum, making his thrusts sloppy and slow, his moans filling your ears as you sobbed under his touch, feeling his seed paint your walls and load your insides with his sperm.
That was your cure.
His hot release that now flooded inside your leaking cunt, that was your so-promised antidote. He took away your solitude by giving you his and yours firstborn, a bastard baby that would give you the company that you lacked.
You felt him chuckle as he rode out his high, the chase of his own climax made you forget yours, so now there you were, your swollen cunt looking for its release while his rested among your insides calmly, like it was meant to be.
He didnât pull out immediately, taking his time to appreciate the sight of your skirt resting in your hips all rolled up, your bruised neck and messy hair, the way your ass was exposed to him by the way he had you arching your back. All for himâ for him to wreck.
He pulled out and rolled his eyes when you started crying, now being annoying instead of hot. You sat on the couch and saw him button his pants and fix his hair, hissing when you felt nothing but pain growing in your worn-out pussy. You explained through your weak voice how he ruined your life, that he was the worst person youâve ever met and that now you had to carry the product of his sick and twisted rapist-fantasy, even tried to hit him, but your pathetic tantrum only gained you another slap in the face, and a stern look.
When he tried to stand up and leave, you grabbed him by the wrist and begged him not to, he couldnât just leave you, not now, not ever.
âDonât be so ungratefulâ he said, a smile that made you feel nothing but trepidation in his face. âYouâll never be alone againâ
You couldnât help but feel scared. Scared of him, of what just happened, of whatâs going to happen next, scared for your future son with this evil specie of a man.
When you continued to cry, and he pulled you for a hug as he assured you that he would never leave you; and how could he? He had a long life of success waiting for him now, giving a girl of your status his last name, his children. Oh, itâs going to be wonderful, he just needed to tame you and make you the perfect slave for him, and that wasnât going to be hard.
You were sure that youâll never be loved, but at least now Jonathan was going to be with you. Youâll never be alone again.
thanks for reading. w/love, fenina;)
taglist: @lovesickxcherries @genini @ilunapb @ostricx @devotedlyshadowytheorist
if you want to be added let me know, itâll be my pleasuređŤśđť
#cillian x fem!reader#jonathan crane x reader#cillian murphy x oc#cillian murphy x reader#cillian smut#cillian x reader#cillian x y/n#jonathan crane fanfic#tommy shelby x reader#jonathan crane x you#cillian one shot#cillian fic#peaky blinder imagine#batman fanfiction#scarecrow x reader
3K notes
¡
View notes
Text
Batman Villains x Fem!Reader
You are a criminal hiding under the role of a psychiatrist in Arkham
You introduces yourself as a new psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum, but beneath your professional facade, you're also a criminal with your own agenda. During your sessions with Gothamâs notorious villains, you forms twisted, romantic relationships with them.
Characters: Joker, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Bane, Scarecrow, The Riddler, Two-Face & The Penguin
Joker
- You introduced yourself as the new psychiatrist in Arkham, armed with degrees and a mask of professionalism, hiding your true nature beneath the surface. Your sessions with the Joker began with cautious probing, dancing around his mind like any other doctor would. But the moment his cold, dark eyes met yours, you both knew it was a gameâone neither of you intended to lose.
- His smile, wide and unhinged, widened further each session as he slowly unraveled your façade. You found yourself intrigued by him in ways you werenât supposed to be. The chaos he offered was intoxicating, his unpredictable mind a puzzle you craved to solve. And while you knew the risks, you couldnât help but draw closer to his madness. In your second session, his laughter became personal, no longer mocking Arkham's walls but meant for you.
- Joker had a way of pulling you in, teasing out the criminal lurking beneath your skin. You werenât just a doctorâyou were a kindred spirit, someone who understood his twisted view of the world. He could see it in the glint of your eyes when you spoke to him about Gothamâs hypocrisy, about the systemâs flaws. And one day, as you were closing your notebook, his voice cut through the air: "Youâre not one of them, doc. Youâre like me."
- Your heart raced, but you played it cool, chuckling softly as if you werenât shaken to the core. From then on, your sessions turned into something more intimate. Conversations turned into whispered secrets, truths about your past crimes, the people you manipulated to rise in the criminal underworld. Joker reveled in it, seeing the darkness he knew you were hiding. He began to speak about you in ways that made your pulse quicken, about how you could rule Gotham together, throw the city into disarray with your combined intellect and chaos.
- The tipping point came when, during a particularly charged session, he reached across the table, his gloved fingers brushing yours. There was a promise in that touch, something raw and dangerous. The lines between doctor and patient blurred completely when he pressed his lips against yours, leaving a smear of red lipstick on your mouth. You didnât pull awayâyou couldnât. Instead, you let him pull you into his world of madness, where logic twisted into a wicked kind of love.
- After that day, it wasnât just therapy anymore. You became his accomplice, helping him from the inside, pulling strings behind Arkhamâs walls. And when he finally escaped, you were right there beside him, both of you laughing at the chaos you would unleash. You werenât just the Jokerâs psychiatristâyou were his queen of madness, his partner in crime, and Gotham was yours to play with.
Harley Quinn
- When you walked into Arkham as the new psychiatrist, you were immediately drawn to her. Harley Quinn, the infamous former doctor turned criminal, sat across from you, her playful smirk never faltering. But you knew better than to take her lightly. Behind her giggles and flirtations was a woman who had once been where you were, a professional undone by obsession. Little did Harley know, you had the same spark of madness within you, hidden under the guise of professionalism.
- Your sessions with Harley were like a dance, a back-and-forth of wit and insight. She would tease you about your job, mock the way you spoke in clinical terms, but you both knew she was testing you. You always answered with a smirk of your own, showing her that you werenât as buttoned-up as you seemed. You werenât just here to analyze herâyou were here to connect, to peel back the layers of her mind because you saw yourself in her.
- One day, during a session, she leaned in close, her eyes flickering with interest. "You know, doc, you remind me of someone." Her voice was low, almost conspiratorial, and you knew she meant herself. You chuckled, leaning back in your chair. "Iâve heard that before." She narrowed her eyes, suddenly serious. "You ainât like the others." And she was right. You werenât.
- You started to let bits of your real self slip through, sharing small pieces of your criminal side with her. You knew she would understand, maybe even admire it. Harley watched you carefully as you spoke about the schemes you had been part of, the power you wielded under the radar. She loved it. And before long, your sessions were less about her and more about the connection between the two of you.
- The day she kissed you was a blur of impulsive passion. After a particularly heated exchange, Harley had grabbed your tie, yanking you toward her, your lips crashing together. There was no hesitation on your part, only a thrilling sense of liberation. You were no longer pretending to be the psychiatrist, and Harley wasnât just your patient. You were equals, two criminals playing a dangerous game of love and power.
- From that moment on, you were inseparable. You used your position to smuggle things in for her, weapons and plans for her next big heist. Harley, in return, made you feel alive in a way no one else ever could. She saw your darkness and embraced it, encouraging you to step deeper into the life you had been hiding. You became her partner in crime, but unlike the Joker, you werenât controlling her. You were both free in each otherâs chaos, equals in madness.
- The day you helped her escape Arkham was the beginning of something wild. Together, you wreaked havoc on Gotham, her unpredictable energy and your calculated cunning making you an unstoppable duo. You were Harleyâs new obsession, but it wasnât one-sided. She was yours too. You werenât just another doctor who fell for the wrong patientâyou were a criminal mastermind who found the perfect match in Harley Quinn.
Poison Ivy
- You introduced yourself to Arkham as just another psychiatrist, another cog in the system. But from the moment you sat down across from her, the infamous Poison Ivy, you knew you were dealing with someone who could see through your façade. Her green eyes were sharp, watching you with a knowing look as you asked your initial questions. You were careful, though. You knew better than to underestimate a woman like her.
- Each session was a test, a game of wits between the two of you. Ivy wasnât like the othersâyou couldnât simply manipulate her or play into her weaknesses. She was strong, both mentally and physically, her connection to nature giving her a kind of power you admired. And she could sense something off about you, something that didnât fit with the usual Arkham doctor. You were good at hiding it, but not good enough. "Youâre not just a shrink, are you?" she asked one day, a sly smile playing at her lips.
- You leaned back, meeting her gaze evenly. "And youâre not just a criminal." It was an admission, a silent agreement that you were both more than you appeared. Ivyâs curiosity grew from that moment, and so did yours. She wasnât just another patient to youâshe was a woman who had taken control of her life, her body, and the world around her. You respected her, even admired her strength, something you had always craved for yourself.
- Slowly, your conversations turned into something more intimate. You shared pieces of your own life with her, your involvement in the criminal underworld, your ability to manipulate others without them ever realizing it. Ivy listened carefully, her expression neutral, but you could tell she was interested. She liked the idea of someone who wasnât afraid to challenge the system from the inside, someone who understood the game she was playing.
- One day, she leaned in close, her fingers brushing against your wrist, sending a strange, almost electric pulse through your skin. "Youâre beautiful," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. You felt your heart skip a beat, but you didnât pull away. You were drawn to her, to the danger, to the idea of losing yourself in her world. It wasnât long before your professional boundaries crumbled, and you found yourself kissing her, tasting the sweet poison of her lips. It was intoxicating, like nothing youâd ever experienced before.
- From that moment on, your relationship was no longer confined to Arkham. You helped her in secret, bringing her the resources she needed, aiding her in her environmental crusades. Ivy saw the criminal in you and nurtured it, just like one of her plants. She didnât want to control youâshe wanted to empower you, and you let her. Together, you became a force to be reckoned with, a dangerous duo that Gotham wouldnât soon forget. Poison Ivy had claimed you, body and soul, and you loved every minute of it.
Bane
- Your arrival in Arkham as the new psychiatrist was unremarkable to most, but when you were assigned to Bane, things took a darker turn. His reputation was terrifying, the man who broke the Bat, a living embodiment of strength and intelligence. But you werenât afraid. You were drawn to him, to the power he represented, both physical and mental. You had always craved control, and Bane was the perfect subjectâsomeone you could manipulate, or so you thought.
- Your sessions with Bane began like any other, with you trying to delve into his psyche, trying to understand the mind behind the monster. But he was different from the others. Bane wasnât just brute strengthâhe was calculating, strategic, and he quickly saw through your act. He didnât say it right away, but you could feel his eyes on you, watching, waiting for you to slip up.
- It didnât take long for him to speak up. "Youâre not here to fix me," he said one day, his voice deep and commanding. You froze, knowing you couldnât hide from him anymore. "No," you admitted, a smirk tugging at your lips. "Iâm not." You werenât just a psychiatristâyou were a criminal, someone who had risen through Gothamâs underworld, and you wanted to understand the man who had brought the city to its knees.
- Bane respected honesty, and from that moment, your dynamic shifted. He didnât see you as a doctor anymoreâhe saw you as an equal, someone with the same hunger for power that he had. You were fascinated by his mind, by the way he strategized and planned every move. He was a genius, far beyond what most people gave him credit for, and you couldnât help but admire him.
- The tension between you grew with each session. Bane was controlled, disciplined, but you could see the way his eyes lingered on you, the way his voice softened when he spoke to you. It was subtle, but it was there. You were drawn to his strength, to the raw power he exuded, and you knew he felt the same. One day, after a particularly intense session, you found yourself standing too close to him, the air thick with unspoken desire. His hand, large and calloused, reached out to gently touch your cheek, his eyes dark with intent.
- "You are more than they realize," he murmured, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. You closed the distance between you, pressing your lips to his in a heated, dangerous kiss. There was no softness in itâonly raw passion and the unspoken understanding that you were both forces of nature, bound by a mutual respect and hunger for power.
- From that day on, you were no longer his psychiatrist. You were his partner, his equal in every sense of the word. Bane trusted you in ways he trusted no one else, and you used that trust to help him plot his next move against Gotham. You were the brains behind his brawn, working together to bring the city to its knees once again. You loved him, not just for his strength but for his mind, for the way he saw the world and molded it to his will. Together, you were unstoppable, a force that no one could stand against. And you reveled in the chaos you would unleash.
Scarecrow
- When you first introduced yourself as the new psychiatrist at Arkham, you were already aware of Jonathan Crane's reputation. The master of fear, the Scarecrow, was infamous for his obsession with the mind's darkest corners. But what intrigued you wasnât just his fixation on fearâit was the brilliance behind it, the cold, calculating intellect that twisted psychology into something deadly. You werenât there to cure him, though. Beneath your polished exterior, you had your own darkness, your own secrets, and a hunger to learn from someone like him.
- From the first session, there was a tension in the air. Crane wasnât like the other patients who tried to charm or manipulate youâhe studied you, analyzing every word, every gesture. His voice was calm, his demeanor almost detached, but you could see the wheels turning in his mind. He knew you werenât like the other doctors. "Youâre curious," he remarked, his eyes narrowing slightly. "But not about my recovery."
- You smirked, leaning back in your chair. "No, Dr. Crane. Iâm curious about your work." That was the moment he saw you for what you wereâa kindred spirit, someone who wasnât afraid of fear but fascinated by it. Your sessions became less about psychology and more about power. Crane saw potential in you, and you in him. You started talking about fear on a deeper level, about how it controlled people, how it could be harnessed and used.
- As the weeks passed, you found yourself drawn to his mind, the way he saw fear not as a weakness but as a tool. You began to share your own experiences, the times you had manipulated fear in others to get what you wanted. Crane listened, his interest piqued, and for the first time, he opened up about his own experiments, the thrill he felt when watching his victims crumble under his toxinâs effects.
- One evening, after a particularly intense session, you found yourselves standing close, too close for a professional boundary. His hand brushed against yours, sending a jolt through you. His eyes, dark and penetrating, locked onto yours. "You donât fear me, do you?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. You shook your head, smiling. "I admire you." That was all it took. In an instant, his lips were on yours, the kiss filled with an electric tension that had been building for weeks.
- From that moment on, your relationship was no longer patient and doctor. You became his confidante, his partner in exploring the darkest aspects of the human psyche. He showed you things no one else knew aboutâhis latest fear toxin formulas, his plans for Arkham and Gotham. You helped him, using your position to cover his tracks, to gather resources, and to watch as he slowly gained more control over the asylum.
- But it wasnât just about fear anymore. It was about power, control, and a twisted form of love that grew between the two of you. Jonathan Crane wasnât just your patientâhe was your equal, your partner in crime, and the two of you reveled in the chaos you could create together. The city would learn to fear you both, and youâd savor every moment of it.
The Riddler
- Arkham had seen many doctors come and go, but when you introduced yourself to Edward Nygma, better known as the Riddler, he immediately knew you were different. You werenât just another psychiatrist trying to âfixâ him. No, there was something in your eyes, something calculating. You enjoyed puzzles, mysteries, and games of witâjust like he did. You werenât there to cure him. You were there to challenge him.
- Your first session was more of a mental sparring match than a therapy session. Nygma tested you with riddles, trying to throw you off balance, to make you stumble. But you never missed a beat. Every time he threw a challenge your way, you met it with ease, answering his riddles with a smirk. "Impressive," he said, leaning back in his chair. "But youâre hiding something, arenât you, doctor?"
- You tilted your head, feigning innocence, but you both knew he was right. Edward Nygma thrived on solving puzzles, and you were a puzzle he wanted to crack. But what he didnât realize was that you were just as much a player in this game as he was. As the sessions progressed, you began to drop hints, letting him see glimpses of the criminal mind beneath your professional exterior. It fascinated him, the idea that you werenât just there to help, but that you had your own agenda.
- One day, during a particularly charged conversation about Gothamâs elite and their weaknesses, Nygma leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Youâre like me, arenât you? You see the world for what it isâa game. And weâre the ones smart enough to win." You didnât deny it. Instead, you smiled, leaning closer. "Maybe I am."
- That was the turning point. From then on, your sessions were no longer about his rehabilitationâthey were about planning. You shared your own insights into Gothamâs corruption, its flaws, its riddles. Nygma loved it. You became partners, planning your own schemes from inside Arkhamâs walls. You used your position to feed him information, to help him plot his escape and his next big move.
- The chemistry between you grew with every session, the tension crackling between the two of you like static. It all came to a head one night when, after hours of trading riddles and plotting, Edward stood and crossed the room, pulling you close. "I always did enjoy a good mystery," he whispered before his lips met yours in a fierce, possessive kiss.
- After that, you were inseparable. You werenât just partners in crimeâyou were lovers, bound by a shared intellect and a thirst for control. Nygma trusted you in a way he trusted no one else, and you used that trust to help him execute his plans, bending Gotham to your will. Together, you were unstoppable, a pair of masterminds who thrived on chaos and complexity. The city was your playground, and every riddle, every challenge, only brought you closer.
Two-Face
- When you walked into the room for your first session with Harvey Dent, you knew you werenât meeting the famed district attorney Gotham once adored. No, you were staring at a man who had been broken by fate, his face a stark reminder of the chaos that ruled his life now. But you didnât flinch. You introduced yourself calmly, sitting across from him like you would any other patient, knowing full well you had your own reasons for being here.
- Two-Face sized you up immediately, his scarred eye twitching slightly as he watched your every move. "Why are you here?" he asked, his voice low and suspicious. You smirked, leaning back in your chair. "Maybe Iâm just curious about how someone like you thinks," you replied coolly. He chuckled darkly, flipping his coin in the air. "No oneâs ever *just curious* about me, doll."
- Your sessions were a constant tug-of-war. Harveyâs dual nature fascinated youâhow he constantly struggled between his desire for justice and the dark side that had overtaken him. You, too, had a duality hidden beneath the surface. You played the part of the psychiatrist well, but beneath that, you were a criminal, drawn to chaos just like him. And as much as he tried to intimidate you, you didnât back down, and he noticed.
- Harvey respected your strength. The more you pushed back, the more interested he became. He saw something in you, something different from the other doctors who had tried to âfixâ him. One day, after a particularly heated session, he tossed the coin in the air, catching it in his palm before smirking. "You know, Iâve got a feeling youâre not so innocent yourself." You met his gaze evenly. "What if Iâm not?" That was the moment you saw the shift in his eyesâthe dual sides of Harvey Dent were no longer fighting each other, they were intrigued by you.
- It wasnât long before your relationship took a darker, more intimate turn. One night, after hours of discussing Gothamâs corruption and his place in it, Harvey stood from his chair and crossed the room, pulling you close. The kiss was rough, almost desperate, as if he was trying to claim you as his, but you didnât resist. You wanted it, wanted him. There was something thrilling about the danger, the unpredictability that came with Two-Face.
- From that moment on, you were his partner in more than just therapy. You helped him plan, working from within Arkhamâs walls, aiding him in gathering resources for his next move against Gotham. You fed into both sides of himâthe one that craved order and the one that loved chaos. Two-Face trusted you in a way he hadnât trusted anyone since his fall, and together, you were unstoppable. His coin may have decided fate, but you held the real power in your hands, manipulating the outcome to suit your shared goals. You were drawn to the danger, and with Two-Face by your side, you reveled in the chaos.
The Penguin
- As you introduced yourself to Oswald Cobblepot in Arkham, you could feel his eyes assessing you from head to toe. The Penguin was a man who built his empire on manipulation, control, and knowing exactly who to trustâand who to use. But you werenât just another psychiatrist walking into his cell. You had your own agenda, and the second you sat down, you knew Penguin would be a challenge worth taking on.
- Oswald wasnât subtle. "So, whatâs a pretty thing like you doing in a dump like this?" he sneered, the cane in his hand tapping the ground softly. You smiled, unphased by his attempt to unnerve you. "Just trying to understand what makes you tick, Mr. Cobblepot." He chuckled, clearly amused. "Is that so? Or are you here for something a little more⌠profitable?" He had you pegged, and you didnât deny it. Penguin wasnât someone who responded to weakness. He respected ambition, and you had plenty of it.
- The sessions became a delicate dance. You learned quickly that Penguin wasnât just a gangsterâhe was a mastermind, always ten steps ahead of everyone else in the room. He loved the game, the power plays, the manipulation. And you knew how to play the game just as well. Every conversation with him was layered with unspoken meaning, your words carefully chosen to show you werenât just another Arkham shrink. Oswald began to respect you, intrigued by your sharp mind and your ability to keep up with him.
- It wasnât long before the lines blurred between professional and personal. Penguinâs calculating gaze would linger on you a little too long, his smirks becoming something more suggestive. "Youâve got a real talent for this," heâd say during one of your sessions, his voice low and dripping with amusement. "Maybe you should be working for me instead of this place." You didnât disagree. In fact, the idea thrilled you. Gothamâs underworld was where you truly belonged, and Penguin saw it.
- One evening, after a particularly intense conversation about Gothamâs crime families, Oswald stood, walking around his desk with that unmistakable limp. He stood close, closer than ever before, his hand gently brushing your arm. "You and me, we could run this town," he whispered, his eyes dark with ambition and something more. You felt the electricity between you, the pull of power and attraction, and when he leaned in, you didnât pull away. The kiss was slow, deliberate, and filled with the promise of what could come.
- After that, you were no longer just his psychiatrist. You became his confidante, his right hand, and eventually, his lover. Together, you plotted his rise back to the top, using your position in Arkham to gather information and pull strings. Penguin admired your cunning, your beauty, and your ambition. You werenât just someone he usedâyou were someone he trusted, and in his world, that was more valuable than anything.
- You found yourself falling deeper into Gothamâs criminal underworld, by his side. Oswald respected your mind as much as your beauty, and you thrived in the power he gave you. The city became your playground, and together, you schemed to take it all. Penguin may have been a ruthless crime lord, but with you, he was something moreâan equal. And together, no one could stand in your way.
#joker x reader#harley quinn x reader#poison ivy x reader#bane x reader#scarecrow x reader#jonathan crane x reader#riddler x reader#edward nygma x reader#two face x reader#harvey dent#penguin x reader#oswald cobblepot x reader#dc comics headcanons#dc comics imagines#dc comics x reader#dc x reader#dc headcanons#dc imagines#dc comics#dc#comics#imagine#imagines#headcanons#x reader
309 notes
¡
View notes
Text
kiss it better
pairing: leon x reader
cw: smut, ddlg, doctor/patient roleplay, p in v, oral
summary: you and leon take turns playing doctor
a/n: it's exactly what you think it is
wc: 3.8k
[edit] taglist:
@rigorwhoring
@dilfprayers
@porcelainseashore
@dollita-fawn
@xoxoloveless
@admirxation
@pawrincss
@onlyasimp4-2dbitches
Youâre Leonâs baby girl â no, daddyâs baby girl. Youâve been in this role for most of your relationship â you went from calling him âdaddyâ during sex to buying a pacifier faster than you can say âprincess partsâ. Itâs an always, not a sometimes. Until Leon comes home from an assignment injured. His bicep is wrapped in a bandage, he has a visible cut on his forehead and a bruise on his cheek, possibly a half-healed black eye too.
In your mind, it would be cruel to ask him to take care of you when heâs in a state like this. You should be tending to his wounds and force-feeding him ibuprofen even after he swears he can handle the pain. But daddy is home. He hasnât been home for weeks, and oh, how you missed him. When you hug him the moment he gets in the door, you call him daddy in your sweet baby girl voice. But you stop yourself before you fall further into that headspace.
For the next couple of days, Leonâs exhaustion weighs on you, especially when he refuses to let you do anything to help him. âCan I get you some water?â âIâll can do it myself.â etc. etc. etc. You feel dejected and out of place â because, in your typical dynamic, this isnât your role, so once you get sleepy it all piles on and you canât keep up this facade of being a 'big girl' anymore.
You walk into the living room wearing your pajamas where Leon is half-asleep on the couch. He opens his eyes at the first sound of a sniffle.
âDaddyâŚâ Leon swears itâs the weakest cry heâs ever heard. He turns and youâre holding your special blanket, rubbing it along your face for comfort. You donât want him, you need him. Suddenly alert, he hoists himself up and opens his arms wide.
âI donât wanna hurt you,â you cry, but he shushes you and kisses your temple as he pulls you in closer.
âIâm here, baby. Daddyâs got you. Donât gotta worry anymore.â
You feel guilty and the tears continue to fall. Itâs a spiral.
âBaby, come hereâ he says, cupping both cheeks and gently lifting your face, so he can wipe your tears. After his thumbs brush across your cheeks, he places a kiss on each one.
âIâm happy you came to me when you got sad, alright?â He looks you in the eyes and nods slowly, and you mimic the gesture in understanding. âPlus,â he starts, in a whisper, âdaddy missed you too.â
Your eyes light up at the thought of Leon missing you. âReally, daddy?â
âYes, baby. Daddy missed you so much.â
Daddy missed you in more ways than one. Despite how much he wants to let you dote on him for once, the stubborn part of his brain that insists on doing everything himself keeps getting in the way.
Until he remembers how good you are at playing doctor.
It was at least a month ago when he bought you the Fisher Price doctor set. You were sitting on a beanbag chair in front of the TV while Leon was dozing off on the couch when a commercial came on for a play pretend doctor set, and you decided you had to have it. You shook Leon awake â scared the Hell out of him â to beg him for it. He wanted to say ânoâ, but he looked into your eyes and he broke immediately. Leon hadnât been in a toy store in ages, and by the time he left, he realized that if he never went back, it would be too soon. Youâre the only baby he wants to be around.
On his way out of the mall, he spotted a nurses costume in the window of a store geared towards adults â much more his speed. Though you would be the one to wear it, it was a gift for himself. He got a strange look from someone who noticed he was holding a shopping bag from the toy store while purchasing something akin to lingerie, but he ignored their stares. Heâs used to doing weird shit out of love for you.
When he came through the door of your shared apartment, holding his gifts for you, you jumped out of your seat, even more eager to see him than usual.
âFor me?â you asked, pointing to the bags.
âOf course itâs for you, baby. Who else do I buy things for?â
The face you made when you saw the plastic stethoscope was well-worth the $39.99 Leon spent. The hug you gave him was tight enough to give him organ damage so he was in need of a doctor anyway. A doctor who takes her payment in kisses is a much more affordable option after such a big purchase, he thought.
He was finishing up some paperwork when you walked into his office wearing the nurseâs costume he picked out for you.
âItâs time for you appointment, daddyâ you said, standing in the doorway.
âHuh?â His eyes remained on his computer until you said the word âdaddyâ. When he looked up and saw your attire, he shut his laptop and stood up, completely entranced by you. âOh. Of course. My doctorâs appointment.â
âFollow me to the examination room,â you said, taking his hand.
Is the doctor supposed to hold the patientâs hand? That little detail didnât matter to Leon.
The examination room was his bedroom with your toys set up on the bedside table.
âLie down, pleaseâ you said, gesturing to the bed.
âYes, maâam,â he said. Leon reclined on the very expensive - but well-worth the comfort - examination table (aka his king size Sleep Number bed).
Standing by his bedside, you grabbed a notebook and a pen, ready to ask questions. You looked awfully professional for a girl wearing a âSexy Nurse Costumeâ as it was labeled on the package.
âWhatâs your name?â you asked.
âLeon Kennedy.â
You hummed and nodded, writing it down. His answer was satisfactory, though, you wouldâve accepted âdaddyâ as well.
âAge?â
â47.â
âSex?â
âLove it. Are you offering?â
âDaddy! It doesnât mean that.â Your pout barely covered up a grin, giddy at the mention of sex.
âFine. Male.â
âCan I check and see?â
Leon went slack-jawed, an incredulous chuckle escaped his Really? After insisting on professionalism? âCheck and see? Are you asking me to take my dick out? Because I donât think the doctor gets to do that.â
You couldnât hide your disappointment. Yes, you absolutely wanted him to take his dick out. (And, for your information, Leon, the doctor does get to do that.)
âFine. How tall are you?â
â6â1.â
âThatâs not true! You canât lie to me. Iâm a doctor,â you whined.
âSays who? Thereâs no rule about lying to doctors.â But your little frown was enough to get him to give in. âOkay, okay. 5â10⌠and a half. Donât forget the half.â He reached over and tapped your notebook.
You did not write down the half. You cared much more about Leonâs measurements below the belt, anyway.
âIâm going to take your blood pressure now,â you said, grabbing a toy blood pressure pump. The plastic cuff barely fit around his bicep, which was frustrating in more ways than one. You squeezed the pump to make the cuff tighten around him and pretended to study the numbers.
âIt looks good,â you decided. The comment was more directed at the toned upper arm that you held onto rather than his blood pressure.
âYour machineâs broken then. Try again.â Leonâs blood pressure had been increasing with his age and so had his stubbornness, so getting him to take a daily pill was a challenge.
âNo. Itâs not broken,â you huffed. At this point you were frustrated enough to throw a tantrum if Leon wouldnât cooperate. âIâm gonna listen to your heart.â You took the stethoscope from around your neck and put the plugs in your ears.
First, you âchecked his heartâ over his shirt, though it was hard to resist taking it off when Leon purposefully flexed his muscles while you touched him, taunting you with his toned chest that you knew was beneath his t-shirt.
Getting up close and personal with you had Leonâs heart racing per usual, as it was pumping out blood and sending it south. While you were paying attention to his heart (or his broad chest, imagining what it looked like under his shirt), he reached over and knocked something off your âdoctorâs tableâ.
âWhoops,â he said, âSomething fell off the table. You better pick it up."
You saw the glint in his eye and knew what he wanted, so you bent over with your ass facing him, letting him see under your dress.
âJesus Christ,â he muttered when he saw that you werenât wearing anything underneath the short skirt.
âWhat was that?â you said, turning to him.
âNothing.â He smiled and tried to subtly adjust his pants to cover up his now-obvious erection.
âYou seem very healthy. Why did you make an appointment?â you asked.
I think Iâm sick in the head, babydoll. I canât stop thinking about fucking my doctor.
âIâve just had some aches and pains,â he decided to say.
âWhere does it hurt?â
âBelow my waist.â His face gave away exactly what he meant if his boner hadnât already.
You placed your hands on his abdomen and pressed. âRight here?â
âMm-mm.â He shook his head. âLower.â
You moved your hands down a bit, inching towards the bulge in his pants, setting your palm on it and repeating the question.
âMm-hmm. Right there.â Leonâs voice went from playful to raspy with need.
Momentarily, you forgot about your role as a medical professional and tugged at the waistband of his sweatpants, trying to get them off.
He raised an eyebrow at you, but stayed silent. âSorry,â you said, snapped back to imagination, âI need you to please take off your pants or else I canât figure out whatâs wrong.â
âOf course. Iâll trust your judgment, doc. You clearly have the qualifications.â The qualifications being your lack of underwear and your tits that were practically falling out of your dress.
Once his pants came off, you began to palm him over his boxers, still working under the guise of âexaminationâ. It took incredible mental fortitude to stop himself from touching you â because itâs not appropriate to grope a medical professional â but all he could think about was bending you over and fucking you in your cute little nurses outfit.
âCan I see it?â you asked, doe-eyed and smiling, and you knew he wouldnât pass up the offer of you touching him.
âGo right ahead.â
When you wrapped your hand around his cock, it twitched, he was already fully hard with precum leaking from the tip.
âOh,â you said as if youâd had a revelation, âI think I know whatâs wrong, but I know how to fix it,â you said.
âThatâs great to hear. Are you going to give me a prescription?â
Leon could go for a Percocet or even a Xanax.
âNo, you just need kisses,â you said excitedly.
âKisses?â Finally, you were getting to the fun part of play time. Fuck the pills, your mouth could do miracles for Leon.
You pressed a kiss to the head of his cock to show him what you meant, beaming when you looked up at him. The little kiss quickly advanced from kitten licks at the tip to fully taking his cock down your throat.
âFuck, baby. I think itâs workinâ already.â He pulled your hair back into a makeshift ponytail. âBest doctor Iâve ever had. The prettiest too.â
You took your hands and placed them over his, pushing your head down further, instructing him. You met his eyes, which were practically glazing over.
âYou want me to-?â He didnât finish the sentence âcause thereâs not really a nice way to ask if you want him to fuck your face.
You hummed in response, and the sound reverberated through his body. He couldnât refuse you, but he forced himself to remain as gentle as possible since youâre still his little girl. Youâre too precious for him to hurt your throat no matter how much you ask him to be rough with you.
When he neared the edge, he pulled your head off of him. âBaby, daddyâs gonna cum soon if you keep goinâ.â
âPlease, daddy, I want it,â you whined.
âI know you do, but I wanna fuck you first.â
Climbing into his lap, you hovered over his dick, and brought his hand underneath your skirt.
âDoes the doctor have something she needs help with too?â
You nodded, too embarrassed about how wet you were to respond.
His fingers trailed up your thighs and met your soaking wet cunt. âI think you need kisses too. I think youâve been needing âem for a while, huh?â
He looked to you for a response but you were too flustered to come up with anything but a weak âyeahâ.
âYouâre so naughty, baby,â he whispered. âWhereâd your panties go? Didnât wear any âcause you wanted daddy to see your princess parts?â Leon slid a finger inside you and your knees threatened to buckle, so he had to hold your thighs steady. He added another digit, eliciting an unbridled moan from you. âI donât think you need much help, baby. I think youâre already ready to take daddy, huh?â
âYeah,â you said, voice breaking, âNeed daddy inside.â
Without another word he positioned himself at your entrance, holding your hips while you sunk down on his cock. You remained still, sitting atop him.
âIâm not the doctor,â he reminded you with a pat on the bottom. âYouâre the one in charge.â
You rocked your hips back and forth slowly, your clit rubbing against the small patch of hair above his dick. You were no longer focused on Leon, only the way he was making you feel â so good it made you weak. It turned you into a whimpering mess, and you struggled to continue the movements of your hips on your own.
âDaddy, I canât. Itâs too much. Need help.â
âYeah? Daddy can help you, baby. Youâre doinâ so well for me sweetheart. Your pretty little princess parts are a cure-all.â
And when you sit in his lap weeks later, Leon stands by that. âIâm sorry I keep pushing you away when you try to take care of me.â You nod, but keep your eyes pointed down. He tilts your chin up. âI have an idea,â he whispers.
The glint in his eye makes you perk up. âWhat is it, daddy?â
âRemember that one time when we played doctor?â You nod, eagerly.
âDo you wanna play doctor with me?â He winks, hoping youâll get his message â you do not need to pull out the stethoscope.
âYes.â You smile so wide it already makes Leon feel a little bit better.
Leon runs his hand over his bandaged bicep, showing you where he needs your attention most. âCan the doctor kiss it all better for me?â
You nod, looking confident in your abilities to heal him before placing a gentle kiss on his wounded arm.
âBaby girl, you donât have to worry so much about hurting me.â
You try again, giving him a singular peck, and looking at him for approval.
âYouâre so good to me, makinâ me feel so much better already.â
âI wanna make daddy feel all better.â
He hums in response. âHow âbout right here?â He points to a cut on his forehead, not large enough to need a gauze covering, so it remains on display.
You do as he suggests and kiss his forehead â in return, he kisses your forehead and says, âI feel so much better, baby. I just have on more place that I need you to kiss.â
âWhere is it, daddy?â
In his pants, obviously.
âI think itâll be better if I show you instead of just telling you,â he says, gently taking your hand and placing it over his now-obvious hard-on.
âDid you hurt it?â
âNo.â Actually, thatâs a lie. Leon beat the fuck out of it every day he was away from you while thinking about the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing him. No matter how much saliva he used, he couldnât get his cock as wet as you could. At some point, jerking off dry began to irritate his skin, so really, he did hurt himself a bit.
When you stand up, planning to get down on your knees, Leon notices a wet spot on his thigh.
He looks at you, genuinely surprised but more aroused than anything else. Sure, youâre wearing only an oversized t-shirt and panties, but youâd have to be soaking wet to leave a mark like that.
âDoes somebody need daddyâs help?â he asks playfully.
âMaybe,â you say, fidgeting with your own fingers, avoiding Leonâs gaze.
âSpeak up, baby. Do you need daddyâs help with something?â
âI think I need daddy to be the doctor this time.â
âYouâre not expecting me to wear that little nurse costume, right?â
âNo, thatâs only for little girl doctors.â
âMm-hmm.â You try to shy away from him but he pulls you in closer and nuzzles his face in your neck. âDoes this mean you need daddy to give you special kisses like you did when you were the doctor?â
âYeah, I need daddy to kiss it all better.â
âI think I need to take you up to the examination room, right?â
You climb into his arms and he carries you upstairs, half-assing the doctor role. Once in his room, he lays you down on the bed and stands beside it, ready to give you an examination the same way you did for him all those weeks ago.
âIâm gonna look and see what the problem is. Okay, baby?â
âYeah,â you say, pulling up your shirt to reveal your panties, already anticipating.
Leon places a kiss on your tummy, mumbling, âyouâre such a good girl.â
With flushed cheeks and wide eyes, you watch as Leon hooks his fingers in the fabric of your panties. âBaby, I donât even know why youâre wearinâ these when itâs not stoppinâ you from gettinâ me all wet.â
âIâm sorry, daddy.â
âDonât be sorry. Baby girls just canât help it sometimes, can they?â
Leon shakes his head and you mimic him, pouty face and all. It takes everything in him not to laugh when you get all fuzzy in the head like this. Itâs too cute how youâll follow his lead without a thought in your mind.
Leonâs fingers remain dexterous despite his injuries. He tugs your panties down in one fluid motion and spreads your legs so he can get a good look at your cunt. Princess parts. He understands why they have stirrups at the gyno now. He could do wonderful, depraved things to you with those.
âSo pretty, baby,â he muses as his thumb glides over your glistening folds. âI donât know why you need to visit the doctor when you look so perfect down here.â
ââCause, daddy-â
He stops you. âI thought I was your doctor. Do you call the doctor daddy?â
âDr. Daddy,â you begin and he accepts the bargain youâve placed before him. âI need kisses.â
âWhere?â He never ceases playing with your pussy while he speaks. A tease through and through.
âYou know where,â you protest, too embarrassed to say the words.
âNuh-uh. You have to use your words.â
You sigh and then whisper, âon my princess parts.â
âOh, of course, baby. Canât believe I missed that. I must not be a very good doctor.â
âLast time when we were playing you were a very bad patient. You gotta be good at something, or else we canât play.â
âYou think Iâm not good huh?â
âNo, I think youâre the best daddy ever,â you insist, the truth though youâd say just about anything at this point to get him to touch you.
Satisfied with the title of Best Daddy Ever, Leon begins your special treatment, placing feather-light kisses on your inner thighs, slowly making his way up to your core. He laps at your folds until youâre crying out for him to fuck you. (Not with such vulgar words, of course). It gets harder and harder for you to hold back.
âNeed it, need it, need it, daddy. Iâm too close.â
âNo, baby,â he says with glossy lips. âYour condition is really bad. One orgasm isnât gonna be enough to fix it.â
Leon may not practice medicine, but he is a well-practiced man who knows what heâs doing when it comes to sex. He knows your pussy so well he wonders if he would be a good obgyn. Thereâs no way all those male gynos can find the clit.
âGonna need you to cum on my face, baby girl. Can you do that?â
âYes, daddy.â Leon could insist on making you call him doctor but Leon has left the room, and daddy would never ask you to do anything differently.
Leon remains composed until you pull his hair - the feeling makes him groan into your core. If your eyes werenât screwed shut, youâd see his roll back too.
Whatever you try to say while youâre cumming is completely unintelligible. Probably a mixture of toned-down expletives and âdaddyâ chanted over and over. Leon canât wait until youâve calmed down, heâs waited for weeks and feels like he might truly keel over and die if he doesnât get his dick in you stat. Before you came into his life Leon didnât know he could get so hard it made him feel light-headed. Or maybe itâs the blood pressure medication. He canât ask his precious doctor since your brain has left your body. Your brain cells mustâve spilled out of your drippy cunt, Leon thinks.
Before you can get your wits about you, Leon is fully-sheathed inside you. It doesnât matter how tight you are, when youâre this wet, he can slip inside with minimal force. No words leave your mouth, only babbles and drool, and thereâs nothing behind your eyes.
âDid daddy fuck you stupid already?â
Either youâre nodding or youâre letting your head loll with each rough thrust, but it doesnât matter because youâre clearly not thinking at all. Finally. You had a bad case of the worries, and Leonâs dick is the cure.
âWhereâs daddyâs smart girl, huh?â he teases.
But Leonâs wise-ass comments are short-lived because you clamp down on his dick and he can do nothing but groan as he feels his impending orgasm.
âGonna cum inside you, yeah?â he asks urgently, and Leon finds that you might not have the words to tell him what you want but you have some semblance of thought because you wrap your legs around his hips and force him to stay deep inside you while your simultaneous orgasm heightens the intensity of his.
âDaddy?â you ask, listening to his ceaseless heavy panting beside your ear.
âUh-huh,â he mumbles.
âDid it work? Do you feel all better?â
âI feel amazing, baby.â He sighs. âBut I need a nap.â
âBeing a doctor is hard work.â
âIâll have to let you be the doctor again next time.â
âNext time?â
âYeah. I think I pulled a muscle or two⌠at least. Gimme a couple hours and Iâll need another dose of kisses.â
#leon s kennedy#leon kennedy smut#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy#leon s kennedy smut#leon s kennedy x reader
526 notes
¡
View notes
Text
What awaits you in October? PAC
REMEMBER
Iâm not a doctor, a psychiatrist, a therapist nor a psychologist. Divination will never replace meetings with them.
Itâs a general reading, so not everything will resonate.
If you canât choose between two piles, probably both of them have some messages for you. You can also not identify with any of them, and thatâs okay, too.
Readings can help you make a decision, but they shouldnât be the main reason of making it.
1 ~ 2 ~ 3
Pile 1
Queen of Hearts - King of Hearts - 8 of Diamonds - Back of the Deck: King of Spades
A lot of people, huh. Both Queen of Hearts and King of Hearts represent nice, caring people (traditionally with fair hair). Theyâre considerate and helpful. 8 of Diamonds, as all eights, represents some kind of movement - specifically romance, travel or an unexpected alliance. At the back of the deck we have King of Spades, an ambitious person (traditionally with dark hair; may also be older or selfish). With how we have both royals of Hearts, I think they represent a couple. I believe you are one of them, and youâll get to know this other person better. Depending on your relationship status (and whether you even want to get into a relationship - I see you, aroaces), I see a few possible scenarios, all favorable for you. You may get into a relationship or, if you already are in one, your relationship may have a pretty romantic period; you may travel somewhere with this other person; or youâll simply find a new friend in someone you would probably never even consider as a friend material, but theyâll turn out to be your ally and give you good advice. King of Spades at the back of the deck is someone who will influence this relationship - maybe thatâs a boss who makes you travel/work together, or some other friend who wants to play the role of a matchmaker. Or maybe your allyship will form against this person. Whatâs sure is that this month you will get closer to a nice person.
Pile 2
6 of Hearts - 2 of Hearts - 6 of Clubs - Back of the Deck: 5 of Clubs
Two Hearts, representing Air, and two Clubs, representing Fire, as well as two sixes, representing problem-solving. 6 of Hearts means feeling nostalgic or sentimental, and sometimes also a new love interest. 2 of Hearts represents good luck in love and relationships, as well as falling in love and strong emotions. 6 of Clubs is all about success, which may come thanks to some external help, often financial. At the back of the deck we have 5 of Clubs, which often means some kind of loss or hardships. To me, it looks like something hard or sad may happen to you (or maybe already happened) but youâll get the needed support from friends. Furthermore, you can meet some new nice people - new friends or maybe even someone more. At the beginning of the month you can reminisce about the past, but as the month goes on, youâll see there are also a lot of good things and people in the present.
Pile 3
4 of Spades - Queen of Diamonds - 9 of Spades - Back of the Deck: Ace of Clubs
4 of Spades signalizes stagnation at the beginning of the month, most likely because of external factors like money, illness or some broken promises. Try to be patient, gather information and care about your health. Next we have Queen of Diamonds, an extroverted person (often with light hair). Theyâre really outgoing, maybe even flirtatious. 9 of Spades symbolizes anxiety. Hesitation, worry, bad luck. If you are one of the people who feel worse during autumn, especially when it gets all gray - I see you and can relate. At the back of the deck, however, there is Ace of Clubs, which is all about fortune and good news, often related to wealth. Overall, to me, it looks like after some stagnation at the beginning of the month youâll become more outgoing. It may be a fake it till you make it approach, though, and underneath there may be some anxiety. Alternatively, Queen of Diamonds isnât you but some other person, which will lead to the anxiety of 9 of Spades. It may be, however, a blessing in disguise, with this Ace of Clubs. October is for you a time for reevaluation, for making new plans and taking care of your health, especially the mental one.
#pick a picture#divination#pick a card#pick a card reading#pick a pile#cartomancy#general reading#free tarot reading#playing cards#october#monthly divination reading
212 notes
¡
View notes
Text
đŚhat late night thoughts does your s/o have about you? | +18 pick a pile
Hello my loves! Welcome to another PAP. Since the +18 theme won in the last vote on which reading should be posted first, here it is lol. I really hope you like it and that it resonates with you. âĄ
âââ
Disclaimer: This reading is for entertainment purposes only and shouldn't be taken seriously or used as a substitute for medical and professional advice. It's also a general reading, so it may or may not resonate with you.
âââ
How to choose: Close your eyes, take a deep breath and choose the image that catches your attention the most â trust your intuition.
MASTERLIST | PAID READINGS
ââ .⌠PILE 1
Shufflemancy: Hypnotic - Vanic, Alone With You - Ashlee, Soul 4 Sale - Simon Curtis, Daddy AF - slayyter, Sex Teraphy - Robin Thicke, Yummy - Chelo, Earned It - The Weeknd, Closer - Asking Alexandria, Virgin Ring - Zeromancer, They Wanna Fuck - Kim Petras.
Without a doubt you have left your s/o mesmerized by you and they think you are a magnetic person. In the eyes of your s/o, you are the only and the hottest person they have ever met in their life, so you constantly occupy their mind and when it comes to spicy thoughts, it couldn't be any different. When we talk about the late night thoughts they have of you, they always imagine themselves loving you madly in bed like no one has ever loved you before â and they imagine doing it so well that you would never be the same person after that fuck. In all of their late-night fantasies, they imagine themselves being the most dominant one and they enjoy the feeling powerful and superior when they are in that role. Many of the s/os in this pile have a kink about being called mommy/daddy so there's always that element to their fantasy. They always imagine that just their touch or every movement they make makes you lose control completely and all you can do is moan and beg for them not to stop â and to them the sounds of your moans are like sweet music to their ears. At the same time as they imagine completely destroying you in bed to the point where you can't even walk, they also want to love you gently. Regardless of what mood you are in while in bed with each other, they imagine themselves taking their time with you and giving their best so that you can feel all the pleasure you deserve. They imagine giving you everything you want because in those moments they really give themselves completely and also fuck you all night long. Regardless of what your genitals are, your partner imagines licking you until you cum and all you can do is just moan with pleasure.
Your s/os also imagine having sex with you as a way to relieve the stress you may feel or as a form of relaxation when you are feeling exhausted/overwhelmed. They also imagine you letting your naughty side out in bed and losing your inhibitions if you have them, because they want to explore a lot of things with you and they really just want to love your body. If you are still virgins in your desired reality or just have fears and insecurities when it comes to sex, you can rest assured that you are safe with your s/os and they will assure you of this and that you are always comfortable. They want to fulfill all your fantasies and they will be as rough or as soft as you want, just communicate what you want to them because the last thing they want is to make you uncomfortable or go over your boundaries. One of the things they would like to try with you is roleplay â for example, where they play a role where they are a doctor and you are their patient or even where they are a vampire, they really let the creativity flow lol. You are really very hot in their eyes and sometimes they get so horny that they just want to push you against the wall and fuck you right there. One of the physical features they like most about you is your ass and they like the way it moves when you're fucking â and if you haven't had sex yet, they wonder what it would be like ;).
Additionally, they enjoy BDSM and like to imagine what it would be like to tie you up with ropes or chains, use a blindfold, whips, etc. Regardless if you've already had sex with your s/o or not, they REALLY want to fuck you and destroy you completely so good luck lol. If you have any insecurity about your body even if it is in your desired reality, they want to worship your body and show you how perfect you are for them.
ââ .⌠PILE 2
Shufflemancy: For Your Entertainment - Adam Lambert, Drip - Brooke Candy, I Sit On Acid - Lords Of Acid, Please Me - Cardi Bi, Nobody - Keith Sweat, Sex Music - Tank, Yummy - Chelo, Grind With Me - Pretty Ricky, Ride - SoMo.
The late night thoughts of this pile's s/os are really hot! In their eyes, you are very hot and sexy. In their fantasies, they are always hurting you and turning all that pain into pleasure â be it spanking your ass, pulling your hair, using a whip on you, etc. â and they want to take you to the limit. Just like in pile one, they always imagine themselves as the dominant one in the situation and with you following every order they give you. They would like to tie you up with a rope or chain but mainly to make you hold back your orgasm until you can't take it anymore and only after a while of a lot of teasing they would finally let you cum - the teasing would mainly be verbal, as they like to degrade you with words and would say things like âcan you handle what Iâm about to do to you?â. They want to make you so ecstatic that the only thing you can do is moan with pleasure. They really want to get hard on you so if you like this GOOD LUCK just like pile 1 lol.
Regardless of what your genitals are, they are completely crazy about it and if they could, they would enjoy it for breakfast, lunch, dinner, etc. lol â in fact, one of the fantasies they have about you is where you sit on their face. Even though in most of their fantasies, they are the most dominant, deep down they want you to take control and dominate them the same way they dominate you â and normally that wouldn't happen to anyone else so you are privileged lol. When they fantasize about this scenario, they imagine you making them moan, teasing them with your body and making them beg for more, them getting down on their knees and obeying every order you give like the good boy/girl that they are. Just like in pile 1, one of the physical features they like most about you is your ass and they think it's so round and soft, perfect for them to spank and fuck you lmao and they also like your breasts or your pecs. Regardless of your gender, they love it when you ride them â and if you haven't had sex with your s/o yet, they still like to imagine what it would be like.
They really love you and need you and want to show it through sex. They want to please you and want you both to enjoy the moment. But at the same time they want to tease and break you. One of the things they like to imagine is putting cream on your body and licking it. They want to be unforgettable sexual partners for you, so much so that you won't be able to compare their sex to previous partners you had or other partners you would have â if you and your s/o aren't together as a couple yet. They want to fuck you so bad until your bodies collapse and weaken and all you can do is just lie in bed sighing.
ââ .⌠PILE 3
Shufflemancy: Sex Machina - bludnymph, Pit of Vipers - Simon Curtis, Sexercize - Kylie Minogue, Pornstar - August Alsina, Please Me - Cardi Bi, Candy - slayyter, Final Girl - Graveyardguy, Anywhere - 112 Rebirth TV, Dominatrix - Leather Strip, Chromebitch - Zeromancer.
Honestly, in the late-night thoughts your s/o has about you, you're basically a porn star. Your s/o thinks you're so hot that just seeing you walk, bend down to pick something up or just seeing the way your body moves with your every movement makes them crazy to rip off your clothes lol. One of the things your s/o think about you late at night is them sticking more than one finger inside you and you going down on them because they think your mouth can take them to paradise â if your s/o have a dick, they like the sight of you choking on their dick. They like to try different positions and one of the ones they imagine most when it comes to you is 69. If this applies to your desired reality, they imagine having sex via video call with you or making a sex tape with you. They also fantasize a lot about anal sex and putting a plug in you. Regardless of your gender, if you are someone who wears heels in your desired reality, trust me when I tell you that your s/o likes to imagine what it would be like to fuck you while you are wearing your heels, especially if they are red. They also fantasize about public sex and may want to do it in a gym, in a car, at a party, etc. They want you to submit completely to them, they want to use you and just like in other piles they want to incorporate elements of BDSM into your sex â especially tying you up with ropes or chains, whipping you and in some cases, even putting a collar on you. Some of the s/os in this pile just like to be the most dominant because they don't like feeling like things in their life are out of control, so one way to compensate for this is to take on the role of dom in bed. Some s/os in this pile fantasize about watching you masturbate and others fantasize about watching you get fucked by someone else in front of them.
For those who are still virgins in their desired realities and/or who have not yet had their first time with their s/o, they want to be like your teacher and teach you everything they can in the most pleasurable way possible. For those who have a s/o with a dick, they also like to see you jump on their dick and regardless of your gender, they really like it when you ride them and they like to see the way your body moves in these hours. Seriously, when you ride them, they are speechless and all they can do is moan â they think you are a pro at this. At the same time that your s/o is an impatient person when it comes to sex â when I say this I'm referring to the fact that, when they get horny, they already wants to take off your clothes â they want to make you wait just to tease you and also because they want to let things flow between you so that you can both enjoy the moment.
Just like in pile 2, the s/os in this pile also secretly like to fantasize about being dominated by you and that you are taking control in bed â in their fantasies, you might even be wearing those sexy leather outfits, especially if If you are female, in this case it is that clichĂŠ dominatrix outfit. But in general, when they imagine this scenario they see themselves on their knees, obeying your every command, moaning and begging for you as you degrade them. And, just like in pile 2, they don't want to admit it out loud because of their ego, but if you insist they will give in. Plus, they really like going down on you and think you taste sweet. Kind of off topic but many of these s/os are obsessed with you and in some cases this can be too much and not in a healthy way. But, continuing: just like in pile 1, your s/o also wants to try roleplay with you and they also like to play but their fantasies are darker â for example, they might want to play a role where they are the hunter and you are the prey that is running away from them. Some of the s/os in this pile have knife kink too. Although they have this darker side when it comes to sex, they also want to make love to you â that softer kind of sex, with kisses and cuddles â and they want to fulfill all your fantasies and kinks in bed. They also like to have sex in different places, be it in bed, under the shower, in the car, on the balcony, in the kitchen â just choose. Usually, when they think about you late at night, they think of all the ways they can make you scream.
That was it, guys! I sincerely hope that you liked it and that it was accurate for you. I won't post +18 PAPs for a while because I'll soon have a specific deck for readings like this, so if you already like my readings with just Shufflemancy, wait until my deck arrives đ. Until next time PAP! âĄ
Š nocturniashifter â don't copy, redistribute or edit my content | dividers & dividers
#shifting pick a pile#shifting pac#shifting readings#shifting reading#shifting#reality shifting#shiftblr#shifting community#desired reality#shifting blog#shuffemancy readings#shifters#shufflemancy#shifting antis dni#shifting realities#shifting resources#shifting stories#reality shifter#shifting motivation#permashifting#shiftinconsciousness#quantum jumping#shift reality#shift tumblr#shifted story#shifter#anti shifters dni#shifting reality#shiftingrealities#shifting to desired reality
327 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Session
"Role play" with:
Zayne x Reader
Kinktober 2024 Masterlist
Summary: Your appiontment with your doctor
Cw: Roleplaying, aphrodisiacs, FxM, Smut 18+ MDNI
With a warm smile, you entered the examination room, well, your husband's home office, your heart pounding slightly at the thought of seeing your doctor again. You were dressed casually today, a simple pair of jeans hugging your hips and a loose blouse revealing just enough cleavage to keep things interesting.
Dr Zayne, your trusted doctor, greeted you with his usual smile, his eyes scanning over your outfit appreciatively. He was dressed in his usual professional attire. "Good morning, y/n," He said, his voice soothing. "How are we feeling today?" He led you to the examination table, his hand gently guiding yours as if he wanted to reassure you about the procedure ahead.
As he spoke, his gaze drifted down to your cleavage for just a moment before quickly snapping back up to meet your eyes. They had an unmistakable glint of desire, but it was gone so fast you almost wondered if you had imagined it.
"Good morning, Dr Zayne," You smiled, letting him guide you, "I'm pretty good about today."
Zayne bit his lips slightly, this little play had been your idea and he was more than happy to let you explore more, despite the fact that he was a cardiac surgeon and not a generic "doctor" who felt up his patients, but seeing you in your tight jeans and that damn top that hid nothing, it was something he found appealing in this. How exposed and vulnerable he could have you in his private office had his heart racing, the aphrodisiac chocolate he had split with you before now pumping blood faster in his body.
"I think we should start with a thorough internal exam, just to ensure everything is... In working order," Dr Zayne said, his voice low and husky, only slightly awkward still but he masked it well. "Please strip from the waist down and get on the table"
Turning around, you bent over slightly as you slid them down your thighs, giving him an eyeful of your round ass barely contained by a lace thong, then came the little thong, after that, you climbed onto the cold metal table, opening your legs for him, heat burning in your entire body.
Dr Zayne took a moment to compose himself as he watched you disrobe, trying not to stare too obviously at your gorgeous curves. Once you were positioned on the table, he stepped between your parted thighs, his hands coming to rest on your knees.
"Just relax, y/n dear," He murmured, slowly sliding his hands upward along your inner thighs. His touch was electric against your bare skin, sending shivers through you. "This shouldn't hurt... Much."
As he spoke, his fingers continued their journey upwards, ghosting tantalizingly close to your sensitive folds before finally making contact. The sensation of his fingertips brushing against your heated flesh sent jolts of pleasure coursing through you.
His touch was feather-light, teasing and tormenting you as he traced circles around your clit. Your breath hitched in your throat, a soft moan escaping your lips as he continued to toy with you.
"Should... Should you even be doing that?" You gasped as he pressed his gloved finger against your clit.
Dr Zayne gave a soft chuckle, his voice a low rumble as he leaned closer, his hot breath fanning across your ear, making shivers go down your spine, the aphrodisiac making you crazy. "I think I know what's best for my patient," He whispered, his finger pressing harder against your clit.
He began to circle your sensitive nub in slow, deliberate strokes, each movement designed to draw out your pleasure. "You're quite responsive, aren't you?" He commented, watching your body squirm under his touch.
Your eyes caught the ring on his free hand, set perfectly on his ring finger, Dr Zayne noticed your gaze flickering to his wedding band and he sighed softly. "Ah yes, the ringâŚ" He said quietly, his movements slowing for a moment. Stoking the flames of your arousal higher. "Forget that, y/n. Just focus on how good this feels," he coaxed, hand going lower, probing at your entrance.
"Does your wife know you use your job to touch paitents inappropriately?" You blushed at how bold his touches got, eyes straying from his wedding ring, the other half of it laird on your finger, silver hand, a cute diamond encrusted in it. Today was the first time you had removed it just to play pretend.
A wicked grin spread across Dr Zayne's face at your bold question. "My wife has no idea about this..." His finger slipped inside your slick heat without warning, voice cold. "And she never needs to know. This is our secret, y/n."
He pumped his finger slowly, savouring the way your walls clenched around him, drooling from arousal. "You are such a naughty girl, getting so wet for your married doctor," He hummed approvingly. "Tell me do you have a partner?" He lifted your chin up with his free hand to make you look up at him.
Your cheeks heated harder, "I... I have a husband." You stuck your bottom lip out a little, looking deep into his eyes, trying to provoke him with your words, "But he can never pleasure me properly."
A low growl rumbled in Dr Zayne's chest as he gazed into your pleading eyes, your innocent act only fueling his lust. He curled his finger inside you, rubbing that spot that made your toes curl, the one he knew too well.
"You poor thing," He tutted, leaning in close, his breath hot against your ear. "It seems like you've been missing out on so much pleasure. But don't worry, I'll make sure to give you exactly what you need." Leaning down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue explored your mouth, tasting every corner while his finger continued its relentless pace, stroking your inner walls.
Breaking the kiss, he pulled away just far enough to whisper against your lips. "Let me show you how a real man pleasures a woman," he breathed, his thumb circling your clit in tandem with his thrusting fingers. "Because lucky for you, I know exactly how to worship a beautiful woman like yourself."
His thumb rubbed firm circles around your clit as he curled his fingers inside you, hitting that special spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids. All the while, his other hand undoing his trousers to free his rock hard cock.
His admission only spurred you on, your mind swirling with thoughts of this forbidden liaison. You whimpered as he finger fucked you mercilessly, desperate for more. You screwed your eyes shut as you felt your orgasm approaching.
As he watched you climax, his eyes filled with lust and something akin to admiration. The sight of your cunt clenching around his fingers was too much for him to resist anymore. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom.
You almost broke character and smiled, you hadn't used protection with him in so long, even if you weren't really trying, so you simply took to foil packet and threw it in the corner of his private room
Seeing you throw the condom aside made Dr Zayne pause, he looked at you with a raised eyebrow, and pushed you back onto the table, spreading your legs wide apart, "If you didn't want to use protection you could've just said." The cool metal surface contrasted sharply with the scorching heat emanating from your core. Aligning his cock with your entrance. With a powerful thrust, he buried himself fully inside you, groaning at the sensation of your impossibly tight warmth enveloping him.
His hands gripped your hips tightly as he pushed into you, stretching you to accommodate his girth. His cock slid effortlessly inside you, filling you completely. "Such a naughty wife, cheating on her husband with her married doctor," He leaned down to nip at your earlobe.
You moaned and whimpered as he leaned in, nuzzling the side of your neck. "So fucking tight," he groaned, thrusting his hips hard against yours. "You feel amazing."
"Please... Please Za-" He pistoned his hips relentlessly, each powerful thrust driving his thick shaft deep into your soaked channel. His pelvis grinding deliciously against your clit as he rutted into you like a wild animal. The obscene sounds of wet flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the small examination room. Combined with your ragged moans and his grunts of exertion.
"God you're perfect," He panted as he gazed down at where you were joined together, transfixed by the erotic sight of your bodies entwined.
His cock throbbed and pulsed inside you as he approached the precipice of ecstasy. His grip on your hips tightened painfully, nails digging into you as he chased his release. His every word served to stoke the fire burning within you. You felt every inch of his throbbing cock fill you up, each thrust pushing deeper until you were completely full.
Dr Zayne grabbed your thigh and hoisted it high, changing the angle of your position on the table. His thrusts became more powerful, driving into you with an intensity that bordered on punishing, you knew your comments about your husband couldn't provide you pleasure hit home a little.
"Zaynie!" You cried out, breaking character as you wrapped yourself around your husband like a vice. Your cries of pleasure spurred him on, determined to wring another orgasm from you as he sought his own satisfaction.
He hooked your leg over his shoulder, opening you up further as he hammered into your spasming cunt. His free hand reached up to roughly palm your breast, tweaking your nipple between his fingers.
His pace became erratic as he neared his peak. "Fuck, y/n! Cum with me, love!" He groaned, pressing his face in your chest, hurrying to remove your blouse.
With one final brutal thrust, he slammed home as his orgasm crashed over him. Thick ropes of cum painted your insides, triggering your own climax. Your walls milked him greedily, pulsing around his twitching cock as he emptied himself deep inside you.
After several moments, Zayne slowly withdrew from your spent body, rolling off the table to carry you to the couch nearby, pulling you into his lap. He held you close, nuzzling your hair affectionately. "Where is it?"
You knew he was talking about your ring, so you motioned to your bag and Zayne reached over to your purse, keeping you still on your lap and dug around the front pocket to pick out your ring.
His fingers deftly slide the cool metal band onto your waiting finger. "There. Where it should be." He punctuated his words with another fierce kiss, claiming your mouth hungrily as he squeezed you tighter against himself.
You moaned softly in the kiss, as he flipped you on you back, "Now, what were you saying about your husband, huh?" Zayne kissed down your neck. With your body laid bare beneath him, he traced kisses along your collarbone before capturing your lips once again.
"You know I was only joking, right?" You asked, cupping his cheeks as you kissed back.
Zayne smirked, nibbling on your lips, "Mmm, I do. You scream in my bed all night, how could I not?" His smirk grew into a broad grin, his hands running down your curves with reverence as he sat up, admiring the sight of your flushed skin glowing under the room's dim lighting.
{LaDs Kinktober Taglist: @m00nchildwrites}
#kinktober#love and deepspace#love and deepspace fic#lads smut#lads x reader#zayne smut#lads zayne#lnds zayne#zayne x reader#zayne love and deepspace#l&ds zayne#zayne lads#love and deepspace zayne#zayne lnds#zayne l&ds#lads
201 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Every ENT character is the most character ever. Archer is a bitch he plays a fundamental role in the creation of the Federation he brings his dog on away missions which once causes a diplomatic incident he likes water polo he commits war crimes he saw a gazelle giving birth and implements it into his rousing speeches he had a wet dream about his first officer that included his dog's funeral he had to carry the soul of the creator of the main tenets of Vulcan philosophy in his head he gives a lecture on Tycho Brahe while getting his ass beaten during an interrogation scene. T'Pol is strict in her Vulcan beliefs she doesn't believe in time travel even as she's presented with irrefutable evidence and remains somewhat skeptical after experiencing it firsthand she is the funniest person on Enterprise she is more emotional than average Vulcans to the point that she had to have memories erased for causing her too much distress she could canonically pick up any of her crewmates and carry them bridal style she has Vulcan HIV she has it cured by the woman that later watches Spock and Kirk roll around in the sand in Amok Time she is technically canonically trans she is a recovering drug addict. Trip is a perfect gentleman he undergoes incredible emotional losses his favorite movies are Frankenstein Bride of Frankenstein and Son of Frankenstein he gets pregnant five episodes in he dies in the worst episode of the entire series (and the entire franchise) only to have that death retconned in the following tie-in novels he ran around the ship in his underwear he leaves the ship for a couple weeks only to come back after one person had been kidnapped another thrown in jail and the engines are on the verge of destruction and reacts like :/. Malcolm is gay he has 50 ex-girlfriends he has only had one friend in his life his own sister barely knows anything about him he dies alone he likes pineapple even though he's allergic to it he gets spacesick he worked as an agent for a top secret organization he's afraid of drowning he whined about getting a cold he had a spike driven through his leg and didn't complain at all he has a psychosexual obsession with a man he thinks is after his job and grows to respect once they had a homoerotic fight scene before witnessing him die. Hoshi is a linguistic prodigy she's the greatest contributor to the universal translator she has a panic attack on one of her first missions she ran a gambling ring she has a black belt in aikido and broke her superior's arm she has never been to the principal's office in her life she is afraid to use the transporter she became an empress in an alternate universe she is the only one who gets laid on Risa making her the first human to do so she reacted to the threat of getting worms injected into her brain to make her reveal secret information by spitting in her interrogator's face. Travis is the sweetest man ever he loves rock climbing he gets injured whenever he tries to use those skills he's a fan of ghost stories he grew up on a small freighter he gets neglected by the narrative his counterpart helps Hoshi become empress he works out when he's horny he dies in a alternate future where Earth is destroyed he's a movie buff who would probably love the Criterion Collection he likes to chill in a part of the ship with zero gravity which he calls "the sweet spot." Phlox grins like the Cheshire Cat he breaks doctor patient confidentiality to help figure out Malcolm's favorite food he goes crazy when the rest of the crew have to sleep through part of space because of how social his species is he has three wives who in turn have three husbands he responds to the news of one of his wives propositioning a crew member by being like "cool! have fun :]" he once nearly vivisects Travis because he's being affected by radiation and gets obsessed with knowing why the guy has a simple headache he has a menagerie in the middle of his sickbay. And they're all my best friends.
#Star Trek#Enterprise#ENT#Jonathan Archer#T'Pol#Trip Tucker#Malcolm Reed#Hoshi Sato#Travis Mayweather#Phlox#Dr. Phlox#Original Post#Whoops!! Looks like unhinged posts at 2:00 in the morning is just becoming a routine at this point. apologies everyone.
252 notes
¡
View notes
Text
AN: Def seems like the person to deny being sick, and act like a little bastard, and not take medicine, and just act whiney and clingy
Sick! Shadow Milk Cookie x Reader
Oneshot (headcanons below)
Warnings: idk, just a silly little post of our favorite trickster âââ
-Sick-
"Shadow Milk, you have to take the medicine or you're not going to get better!"
"I already told you- It's gross and I don't wanna!"
This back and forth had been going on for who knows how long.
You see, Shadow Milk had caught a cold, and you have been trying to get him to take medicine to recover. The only problem was, he was being a stubborn little brat.
"And I'm fine! It's just a cough. I'm not even sick-"
Oh, and there was that too. He kept insisting that he was fine when he clearly wasn't.
"You threw up an hour ago."
"That's unrelated."
You frowned.
"If you don't take it then I'm going to become sick. You would want that, right?"
He glared at you. "I don't like how you're using your own health against mine," he'd say.
"Fine, give it here," he reached his hand out for the bottle of medicine, to which you happily gave him.
Then he began to gulp it down by the bottle-full.
"MILKTHATSNOTHOWYOURESUPPOSEDTOTAKETHEMEDICINE-" You'd scream out in mild panic.
"Just be grateful I'm even taking it in the first place!" He'd hiss.
He finished the entire bottle.
"This stuff tastes gross. I don't know how you normal people do it," He'd stick out his tongue, and you would snatch the now empty bottle from his hands.
"That's because you're not supposed to drink all of it."
"Yada Yada, rules aren't really my thing, doll. Anyway, am I like.. not sick anymore?"
What a clueless, loveable, idiot.
"...No. You have to wait a while,"
He had a disgusted look on his face.
"Are you serious? I drank that whole bottle and it doesn't even cure me? That's such a scandal." He would cross his arms.
"Again, you weren't supposed to drink it all."
"Yeah yeah, my bad. Now hurry up and cuddle me. It's been much to long since I've last had you in my arms." He would reach his arms out for you, making grabbing hands and a pouting face.
"No way- I don't want to catch what you have."
He ignored your response and snatched you under the covers with him.
You were really stuck now. You both know that if Shadow Milk wants something, it's his. And in the current moment, he wanted your attention.
"If you do end up getting sick, then I'll be the one to take care of you."
It was going to be a long week.
Headcanons â
Runs around the house to avoid taking medicine
Denies being sick, even though he sneezes like every five seconds
Refuses to rest
Will get abnormaly warm, but will still complain about being cold
Will cuddle you in the night and you're legit overheating
He says sorry but doesn't do anything about it
Either takes all of the blankets from you, or puts ALL of the blankets on both of you
Either way, he uses all of the blankets
Ten times clingy, but he insists its for 'no reason in particular.'
Gets so whiney and needy
If he doesn't have your attention 24/7 he screams
Will 100% use his sick status to avoid responsibilities
Still a flirty bastard
If he ever seems to get randomly better, he'll say it's because of your love
One time has attempted to start an... interesting doctor and patient role play
You shut down the idea quickly and he wouldn't stop nagging you about it for the rest of the day
#cookie run kingdom#Cookie Run#crk#Cookie run x reader#crk x reader#cookie run kingdom x reader#crk oneshot#cookie run oneshot#cookie run kingdom oneshot#shadow milk cookie#shadow milk#shadow milk cookie x reader#shadow milk x reader#shadow milk cookie oneshot#shadow milk oneshot#shadow milk cookie crk#shadow milk crk#shadow milk cookie cookie run kingdom#crk fluff#shadow milk cookie fluff
475 notes
¡
View notes
Text
ⳠIndex [Day 06 - Medical Play]
Pairing:Â Bratty Good Boy!Seokjin x Hard Domme!Reader
Genre: established relationship!AU
Kinks:Â Doctor & patient role play, brat taming, use of a stethoscope, examination play, anal play, use of a thermostate, use of a prostate vibrator, prostate milking, thigh fucking, impact play with a leather paddle, masochist!Seokjin, subby boy tears, overstimulation, thigh fucking, hips guiding, pissing from too much stimulation, multiple orgasms (m.receiving), he stands against a wall first then lies over her lap, he fakes being sick to get babyboy treatment by her, she finds out and punishes him, they talk about it at first though, cuddly aftercare with lots of praises
Wordcount:Â 6.8k
a/n: some of you just have such good ideas istfg *kisses anon's mind* this is so hOT JFAJSDFJ
With his schedule being tightly packed, your boyfriend has been practically missing from your life for more than two weeks at this point. You would be lying if you said that you didn't miss him. He leaves when you are still sleeping and comes home when you are already sleeping. It is a lonely life when he is busy. So when you got a call from Seokjin a few days ago, telling you that he would be coming home earlier, you felt delighted. It had been five days since that call and you painfully had to come to term with the fact that the reason for his earlier arrival was a nasty cold. Just like this, went your plans for some nice alone time with him.
You donât mind caring for him because you wanted to see him better. He always cares for you as well when you are sick or on your period, so you arenât grumpy about this. You are grumpy because he is the whiniest baby in the history of sick people.
Ever since he came home, he has been complaining about his aching head and stuffy nose non-stop. He even begged you not to leave him, which lead to you calling your workplace to tell them you had to take some time off for nursing-care. A mistake, you later realised. Seokjin acted like a complete baby, whining and asking you to do the most ridiculous things for him. One time you even had to help him pee, as he was too weak to hold Seokjin Junior (his words not yours).Â
Eventhough reluctantly, you still did everything he asked of you. He was sick after all and given the many times Seokjin took care of you when your period cramps became unbearable, it was only fair to do the same for him.
That is until Friday came. You had been out shopping for groceries and some dearly needed toiletries when you spotted Seokjin running along the Han River. He looked perfectly healthy, mouth-watering even if you wouldnât have been that angry. Despite your annoyance, you didnât say anything to him when you came home. He looked terrible when you came running into his bedroom, his eyes hollow and his skin as pale as his walls. Maybe you had mistaken him for a stranger?Â
You hadnât. So Jimin accidentally dropped the bomb to you today, Saturday, one day after you saw your sick boyfriend running along Han River. Apparently he and Jimin met up for a quick jog and chat. You thanked Jimin for telling you the truth and ended the call.
âWhen I catch you, Kim Seokjinâ, you mumble, stirring the soup for your oh-so-sick boyfriend with the biggest frown on your face.
âBabyyy, please save meâ, you suddenly hear him shout from his bedroom. He sounds actually hurt and like the caring girlfriend you are, you waste no time to rush to him as quickly as possible, leaving the steaming soup on the kitchen counter.Â
âWhat happened? Are you okay?â you ask concerned. He has his eyebrows furrowed and a pained expression on his face.
âNo Iâm not. My pillow is too hot, can you please turn it for me?â he whines.Â
You sigh loudly, nope, he is just his annoying lazy self. You clench your jaw, your desire to whack his butt with the soft pillow growing in your stomach.
âYouâre disrupting my cooking for this? I was making soup for you. Couldnât you have turned it yourself?â you ask with crossed arms.
Seokjin shakes his head, wincing in pain afterwards as if the small gesture was too much for him.
âNo, my arms are too weakâ, he whines looking at you with big puppy eyes. Oh, how you wanted to wipe the pout off of his face. âPlease baby help me, Iâm so uncomfortableâ, he whines even more miserably when you show no signs of moving.
You let out an annoyed sigh before walking to his bedside and pulling the pillow from below his head, making him fall onto the mattress. He groans in pain, rubbing the back of his neck, which hadnât been ready for the sudden movement before looking up at you with big eyes. You donât break eye contact with him, your jaw clenched and your fingers clutching onto the white pillow until your knuckles turn white. You could throw the pillow at his head, just once, it would serve him right. You stop shaking it out for a moment, contemplating if you should do it or not. You decide against it, you werenât raised like that. You still practically throw the pillow at Seokjinâs chest, not even caring how rough your movement was.Â
âThere. Enjoy itâ, you growl, already turning around before Seokjinâs hand clutching onto your apron stops you.
âBaby, are you mad at me? You are acting weird ever since Fridayâ, he asks with worried eyes.
His question makes you stop and turn around
âI just find it weird that you are down with a cold for more than five days now, when normally you are running around healthy again after two days. Donât you think itâs a little bit out of character?â
Letâs see if he gets the hint.
Seokjin glances sideways for a moment before he looks back at you. He shrugs his shoulders, leaning back into his pillow.
âItâs because of the AC on the airplane. It made everything so much worseâ, he fake coughs, âSee? My lungs are practically oozing out of me.â
You grimace at his use of words, making a sound of disgust, âthat was rancid.â
Seokjin coughs again, harder than before. You have to give it to him, this man knows how to act.
âI, know, itâs, so, badâ, he chokes out between coughs.
Itâs getting ridiculous at this point. You roll your eyes at him before turning your back to him.
âSure keep telling yourself thatâ, you grumble before walking out of his bedroom and returning to your task of serving him his highly-requested soup. âYou know, I talked to Jimin on the phone.â
âWha-â
You close the door. You know for a fact that he understood what you were implying. You hope that he boils in his soup of guilt just as wildly as the vegetables in his stupid food do.
You return to him with a bowl of said soup and a glass of orange juice on a wooden tray. Seokjin is sitting on the edge of the bed, head lowered in shame.
âIâm sorryâ, he murmurs.
âFor what?â you ask him because you want to hear him admit it. You walk to the bed, putting the tray on the bedside table. You straighten up, crossing your arms in front of your chest.
âI lied to you. I havenât felt sick since yesterday.â
âI know. I saw you run along Han River.â
âYou did?!â he gawks up at you with widened eyes.
âI did. But then I came home to you looking like a pale ghost so I thought that I was mistaken. Until Jimin accidentally dropped the truth. Iâm disappointed in you, Seokjin. Why are you lying to me? I took days off work to take care of you and you take advantage of me.â
âItâs not that. I have good reasons why Iâm still pretending.â
âThey must be mighty good reasons because I donât see any appeal in making your partner dedicate their entire day to health care when itâs not even necessary.â
âI felt good yesterday and, and I took that run with Jimin and I wanted to tell you when you were home, but then on my way home I tripped on the sidewalk and twisted my ankle and now it hurts and I feel shitty again.â
âSeriously?â
âYeah seriously. Lookâ, he pulls the pants leg up, showing you his slightly swollen ankle.
âOh my god Seokjin, are you okay? That doesnât look healthy.â
âI can move itâ, he demonstrates it with a hiss of pain, âitâs just twisted and my pride is broken. And I need you to take care of me because Iâm just an infant in pain.â
You laugh, picking up his pillow to slap his chest with it.
âShut up you idiot. Only you can manage to get healthy only to blow it by twisting your ankle.â
âI know, Iâm stupid and Iâm sorryâ, he takes your hands, pulling you onto his lap like this. âI shouldnât have lied. I thought if I kept quiet, I can heal without having to admit my stupid accident. If I knew that you saw me, I would have confessed. Iâm sorry.â
You give up with a sigh, âapology accepted I guess. I still think youâre an idiot.â
âI know, thatâs your right.â
You snicker, he smiles at the sound of it, rubbing your thighs innocently. You look into his eyes, heart fluttering. With another sigh of defeat, you swing your legs over his lap so you were facing him. His hands touch your lower back, you play with his messy hair.
âI missed you lately, you know?â you tell him.
âI missed you too. Maybe thatâs why I donât wanna get healthy either. If Iâm healthy, I gotta leave you for work. I donât want that.â
âYeah, I get thatâ, you say, leaning in to kiss his cheek. He chases the affection, squeezing your butt.
âHey, hands off.â
âOop, sorryâ, he gasps, pulling them away.
You click your tongue, giving his chest a soft slap.
âOnly good boys get to touch my butt. Youâve been a naughty boy, so no butt or boobs for you.â
He pouts.
âPout all you want. Thatâs what you getâ, you say and get off his lap.
Seokjin drops into the pillow with a loud groan, rolling his head to the side.
âYouâre both making me horny and breaking my heart.â
You chuckle, âgood. The soupâs on the table, eat it while itâs still warm.â
âWait.â He sits up. âCanât you feed me?â
âYouâre alright.â
âNo, Iâm not. Iâm a weak boyâ, he pouts cutely, âplease?â
âFine. You big baby.â
You sit down on the edge of his bed and take the silver spoon between your fingers. Seokjin opens his mouth as widely as possible when you come close to him with a filled spoon. Once inside he closes it, pouting out his lips whilst looking at you through his lashes.
âWow baby, the soup is amazingâ, he gasps, grinning at you.Â
âThanksâ, you mumble, eyes glued to his lips.
âMoreâ, he tells you already opening his mouth for you.Â
Look at his ready mouth, his pink lips wet from him licking them and his eyes looking at you expectantly. A dark thought flashes through your mind. Oh how you would love to see that face in any other situation than him begging for soup. Like him begging for release, all sweaty and sticky from the lube tripping onto the carpet out of his beautiful ass, his hands folded on his thighs as he is kneeling on the floor, all whilst pretty flocking marks spread all over his skin. It would serve him right for lying to you.
Being lost in your own little fantasy, you donât even notice your hand had moved on its own until you can hear Seokjin yell out in pain.
âPlease blow on it, itâs too hotâ, he says eyeing the soup in pain.
âYou are a huge baby you know that? Canât you blow on it yourself?â you whine, still fulfilling his wish.
Seokjin shakes his head, âitâs so much better if you do it. You are so much more skilled with blowing stuffâ, he says, his lips twitching up into a small smirk.
You stop blowing. He wiggles his brows.
âUrgh shut up, your flirts are not gonna work on me.â
âI think they are.â
âNo, theyâre not.â You shove the soup into his mouth. âShut up and eat your soup.â
Seokjin mewls, looking into your eyes as deeply as possible. You gulp. Look at him. His eyes beg you silently to keep the spoon inside. His lips engulf the metal shaft. They look so plumb, so pink and soft, oh how amazing they would probably feel sucking on your fingers.
You blink, quickly looking away. Your mind had wandered off again, god damnit.Â
You pull your hand back and stand up, âIâm cleaning the kitchen.â
Seokjin nods his head, humming obediently.
It is a fair bit cooler in your living room than it was in your bedroom. Exactly what you needed right now. You let yourself fall down on your big couch and close your eyes. Why did your mind have to betray you like that? Yes, he was flirting but you thought of the nastiest of things. But then. Who could blame you? It has been too long since you have been intimate with him. The last two weeks he was never home and before that, he was too busy with practicing and recording new songs and far too tired for sex whenever he came home. It wasnât a big deal to you at first, itâs not like you canât survive without sex, but as the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into a month, you slowly felt yourself grow desperate. Sure you still had your hands and a big collection of toys to keep you entertained. And oh boy, entertained you were. But you still missed the feeling of his hot skin pressed against yours, the feeling of his soft hands exploring your body and the feeling of his skilled tongue eating you out until you saw stars.Â
And Seokjin, he for sure didnât help at all. Of course you were still a little frustrated with him, but to be honest right now you wanted nothing more than to jump his bones and ride him until both of you lose your ability to speak. Frustrated or not, you were horny and desperate to feel him again. So why not combine both of your current emotions and make it all the more exciting?
You smirk at your idea, jumping up from the sofa to run into your hobby room. You pull open the uppermost drawer of your dark wooden dresser, in which you store a big portion of your sex toy collection. With a few reaches into the drawer, everything you needed was laid out neatly in front of you. A pair of black stockings as well as a pair of red stockings, you will decide later which one would be more fitting. Next to them was a pair of your favourite latex gloves and a bottle of cherry lube, not your favourite but Seokjin has a thing for it so if it makes him happy you wonât complain, and last but not least, you put down a small bag of medical tools and a variety of toys.
With your tools being ready, now all you needed to do was to get ready yourself. You walk to your closet and open the left door, revealing a row full of costumes from a police officer uniform all the way to a doctorâs uniform. You and Seokjin have a slight thing for role plays. It might actually be a little obsession between you and him. Sometimes you both dress up, sometimes itâs just you and sometimes itâs just him.
Your fingers brush over the costume you were looking for, âthere you are.â
It is a short, white nurse dress with a red cross on your left breast pocket and a matching hat. Exactly what you needed for the little idea you had in your mind. You slip into the costume and pull the red net stockings with lace on the top up your legs before slipping into red lacquer heels. You finish off your look with a deep red lip and take the big doctor's bag with your toys.
You knock on the bedroom door.
âCome in!â Seokjin calls out.
You slip inside the room. He is sitting up, playing a game on the TV. Now that you found out about his lie, he feels comfortable in doing what he wants.
âHello there.â
âHey baby, I finished the soup. It was so good. Thank you for cooking.â
âSeokjin, look at me.â
He obeys and gasps. His jaw goes slack, eyes drinking in every little inch of your body. He instantly presses pause on the game. You smirk at his expression pulling a little pose in front of him.
âI am here to care for you, patient Kimâ, you say, your voice sultry.
âBaby!â he exclaims, throwing the control to the side, âwhat do you mean? Are you serious?â
You hum, putting your hand on one of his thighs. You can feel his muscles tense from your touch and watch his throat move as he gulps hard.
âIâm very serious and you very sick. I need to take care of you, donât I?â you coo, fluttering your lashes at him.
âAre youâŚâ he gulps and almost whimpers the words, ââŚgonna be rough with me âcause I lied?â
âDo you think that I should be rough with you?â you ask, masking your question for his consent this way.
He licks his lips, whispering a weak, âyeah.â
âYes? Well if thatâs so.â You give his cheek a little slap, making him moan and close his eyes. âI will choose my treatment accordingly.â
âOh godâ, he gets out, ears slowly turning red in giddiness.
You straighten up and place the bag on the bedside table.
âTurn off the TV, I want silence when I work.â
âYes Miss Nurse.â
âItâs Doctor for you, understood?â
âY-yes, Doctor maâam. Iâm sorry.â
âGood. Now that we have talked about that, can I care for you patient Kim?â you ask, taking out the pair of latex gloves.
He ogles them, gulping once again. Â
âYes pleaseâ, he begs, nodding his head vigorously.
âGood.â You take out a douche and lube, putting both on his lap. âYou know what to do.â
Seokjin takes the tools and rolls out of bed. He limbs to the bathroom as quickly as his twisted ankle allows him.
âAre you sure you donât wanna get it checked out?â you ask him.
âI have you, havenât I?â he flirts and disappears in the bathroom.
You scoff, rolling your eyes, âheâs such a brat.â Afterwards you turn to your doctorâs bag, preparing the scene while Seokjin cleans out.
It isnât long until Seokjin limps back to you. You study him while he is busy looking at what you laid out. He seems very excited already, eyes widening in anticipation. He is still in his PJs but brushed his hair. Itâs very attractive that he made an effort.
âOkay, stop.âÂ
He obeys, waiting patiently for you. You let him wait for a little, circling him without touching him. He tries his very hardest not to follow you with his eyes, keeping his head as still as possible.
âMhm.â
You are in front of him again, writing into your notepad. Seokjin tries to steal a glance but gets caught by you right away. He fixes his head, gulping nervously.
âHm.âÂ
More writing. He shifts from one foot to the other, flexing and relaxing his hands. He canât bear the silence and the unknown.Â
âMh-hm.âÂ
You finally finish writing by slamming your pen down on the paper to make an aggressiv dot. You did it on purpose, of course, to make Seokjin jump a little. He is so adorable when he startles.Â
You place the notepad into your chest pocket and turn to get your first tool. Seokjin might need to say something. He canât handle the silence. Itâs riling him up way too much.
With your back still turned to him, you finally break the silence.Â
âGet naked. My examination requires nudity.âÂ
He follows your orders gladly. Finally. Oh, he is so happy. Finally something is happening. He swears that his cock is already getting harder just from the thrill of doing something.
He stands with his head held high once he is undressed, only his red ears and flushed chest are indicators of his shyness upon being looked at in such a state. He is breathing heavily, nipples erect and cock just hardened enough to look tempting. Not that his cock looks any less tempting when soft. He has the prettiest cock ever.
âLook at youâ, you murmur, feeling delirious in need for a moment. It has been too long since you last saw him like this. You missed him and if you werenât currently lost in a roleplay, you would tell him so. âYour body is very pleasing to look at.âÂ
âThank you.âÂ
âQuiet. I need absolute silence when I work.âÂ
Seokjin mewls softly, biting down on his lower lip. The inner corners of his eyebrow lift as he gives you the sweetest puppy eyes. You ignore them of course, despite wanting to squish his cheeks and kiss every single inch of his handsome face. You cannot give in. Â
You roll your shoulders back and clear your throat.
âWell then, sit down.âÂ
Seokjin obeys. His back is perfectly straight, his hands are presented on his thighs with his palms up. He looks up at you, eyes still so perfectly cute and lips parted slightly. You let him, but do nothing about it. Your heart is secretly racing however and your mind keeps racing with thoughts of how cute he is.Â
You pick up the stethoscope and put it into your ears.Â
âStay still and quiet.â
He nods his head in obedience, holding his breath as you listen to his pulse. You feel tingly. His heart is racing so much. You touch his shoulder, taking in how his pulse flutters and then beats even faster.Â
âMhm I seeâ, you murmur and put the stethoscope on his back. Like this, your breasts are mere inches away from his face and judging by the sharp intake of breathe, he is aware of that. âBreathe in for me.âÂ
Seokjinobeys. His breath fills his lungs. His heart races.Â
âBreathe out.â
The air leaves him again, but his racingheart remains.
âOne more time. Inâ, you rasp, stepping closer so your breasts would brush against his face.
He obeys your order, but does it very shakily, thighs squeezing together. Through the fabric of your dress you can feel his lips mouth at your breasts and as you glance down, you notice his eyes fell closed.
âHold it in.â
He obeys while you look at him. He is so handsome when he is lost in you. You shake your head to get rid of your feelings. Do not give in to temptations.
âBreathe out.â
He obeys, hot breath swirling over your clothed chest. It feels so warm and nice. Do not give in to temptations.
âGoodâ, you say and step back, leaving him to gasp as his heaven gets taken away.
His reaction was definitely worth staying stronger than the temptations. He is so adorable when he realises how easily you can take away his heaven.
âMy assumptions were sadly correctâ, you say as you write into your notepad.
Seokjin looks at you nervously and beyond turned on.
âYou are officially suffering with brattiness. Itâs a very serious illness, but donât worry. I can heal it very easily.â
He mewls, biting his lower lip.
âI will have to make one more examination however to determine the correct treatmentâ, you say and shove the notepad into your chest pocket.
You place the stethoscope aside and round the bed to look for your next tool. You act as if you canât find it because you know that Seokjin gets desperate between long waits.
âWhat are you doing next?â he asks just as expected. He is so predictable. How wonderful.
âNext I willâŚhmâŚâ you trail off as you look for your tool. âMhmmâŚâ
Seokjin shifts, trying to sneak a glance. He is such a delight.
âAh there!â
He exhales shakily, squeezing his thighs together.
âThere you are, little thing was hidingâ, you say and pick up the thermostat.
Seokjin ogles it, straightening his back and gulping heavily in preparation. You walk back to him, heart fluttering when he tilts his head back and opens his mouth.
âOh you sweet innocent boyâ, you taunt him, closing his mouth with a press to his chin.
He furrows his brows in confusion, puffy lips pouting.
âThatâs not how you take a bratâs temperature, you little thingâ, you coo and boop his nose.
He gulps, cock twitching because of your words. It twitches again when you dance your gloved hand to his neck and down to his chest. With a gentle nudge, you make him fall into the sheets. He moans loudly, legs hanging off the edge and cock twitching between them.
You inspect him for a moment, let him get desperate again. There is two ways you could go about this. Using the thin neck of the thermostat to sound his cock or stick it up his ass. He would most definitely lose his sanity with both options. The deciding factor is your own greed for seeing him with his legs up. You hook your hands under his knees and lift them, bending them so you can press them into the sheets on each side of his body.
Seokjin moans, gripping his own thighs instantly so he can stay in position.
âYouâre getting an idea, arenât you?â you ask him, preparing the thermostat.
âYes, Doctorâ, he breathes, eyes gawking at the ceiling nervously.
âYou know, this isnât how I normally take my patientâs temperature, but I make exceptions for bratty boysâ, you say, wiping the access lube on the laid out towel. You donât want to put it on his hole because he is supposed to take the thermostat raw. Just the lube on the shaft should make it easier for him. He deserves a little pinch.
You put your left hand on his lower stomach and apply pressure, thrusting the thermostat into his hole at the same time.
âAh!â Seokjin flinches, toes curling and head lifting off the sheets. His neck is tense and his eyes are widened.
You wiggle the thermostat inside him for a little, rubbing circles into his stomach.
âGod hmmmâ, he lets out, dimpling his thighs.
âAlmost done, I just need to angle it properly otherwise the results could be flawedâ, you explain and slide it out just to thrust it back inside again.
Seokjin drops his head, but arches his back. He is so sexy, eliciting a chuckle from you.
âThis is such a thin tool and yet you are arching your back. I should put your eagerness for anal stimulation into my notes.â
âFuckâ, he curses under his breath, tensing up in an attempt to come off as uninterested.
You chuckle, shifting your eyes to the thermostat. You press on the button.
âNow we have to wait.â
Seokjin breathes quickly, biting his lower lip. You let him agonise in the silence at first before you break it with a question.
âIt is eagerness, isnât it?â
He nods his head.
âWhat was that?â
âYesâ, he croaks.
âYes? So youâre a brat and, forgive my wording, an anal whore?â
âYesâ, he mewls, tensing his neck as your words sink into the deepest fibers of his body. The way you degrade him will always ruin him. You donât do it so obvious and straight forward like others do, you hide it behind a sweet voice and tender words. You make it sound as if you were being kind to him while in reality you called him the most degrading things. Seokjin swears he could orgasm just from that.
The thermostat beeps.
âOh? Already done?â you gasp and pull it out quickly, ignoring the needy mewl he lets out. You step back, inspecting the result for a while so he can get impatient again. He shifts, lifting his head. Got him. You smirk, reading the results out loud, âthirty eight point three. Your temperature is a little raised, but Iâm sure itâs because of our, well, current situation.âÂ
You obviously made up the result. He has a very healthy temperature right now.
âHoly fucking shit, ___â, he gets out breathily, dropping his head into the sheets in utter defeat.
âIâm sorry? What did you just call me?â you hiss.
âDoctor!â
âNo no, I think you were being a rude brat again. How fucking dare you.â
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to.â
âItâs a little too late for that. You are a lost cause, patient Kim. I thought that I could heal you with natural medicine, but it seems that you need stronger drugs to get good again.â
You walk back to your tools. Wait. Seokjin shows his impatience by dropping his legs so he could crane his neck and look. When all he meets are your darkened, knowing eyes, he tenses up and looks away, gulping nervously.
You sigh, âhow disappointingâ, you say quietly but loud enough that he can hear.
Seokjin keens, biting down on his lower lip. He doesnât dare to move, listening to the clicking of your heels as you round the bed again. Whatever you are carrying is going to go inside or on his body, but he doesnât dare to move.
âYou know, I donât like using such methods to treat my patients, so this is very difficult for me to doâ, you talk to him as you prepare the anal plug.Â
It is curved and vibrates and it will give him the most delicious prostate stimulations ever.
âIâll be good, I swearâ, Seokjin croaks.
âOf course you will be. Once Iâm finished with youâ, you say, pushing the plug inside without warning.
âAh!â Seokjin yelps, closing his legs instinctively.
âNuh-uh, take itâ, you force them apart again, wiggling the toy deep inside him.
âAhmmmmmâ, Seokjin lets out, twisting his own hair. He expected something to go up his ass, but not his favourite vibrator. Anything but this. It feels so good and it isnât even turned on yet.Â
A faint click lets him know that you connected the bluetooth with the remote. He lifts his head, having to still his impatience. You arenât holding the control, instead a leather paddle is tangling from your finger. You meet his eyes, keeping him captive with nothing but a playful smirk.Â
âFifteen spanks. Thatâs all you need to bear and then you should be cured.âÂ
Seokjin gulps, clenching around the toy. He is already dizzy and you havenât even started yet.Â
âIt will hurt me more than it will hurt you. I hate having to cure boys like this, but your case of bratiness is too strong. It can only be healed like this.âÂ
âPleaseâ, Seokjin croaks, eyes widened pleadingly.Â
You twirl the paddle.Â
âStand up.âÂ
Seokjin obeys instantly, chest heaving up and down quickly and eyes following you as you come closer.Â
You connect the paddle with his chest, guiding it over his skin as you round him. Goosebumps follow the touch, he is chasing you with tenses of his muscles.Â
âCan you stand?â you ask him and the sound of your voice is enough to let him know that you are being serious right now.Â
âIt doesnât hurt right now.â
âGood. Tell me if it starts to.â
âOkay.â
âNowâ, you give his buttocks a gentle spank to pull him back into the scene.
He gasps, tensing his buttocks.Â
âAgainst the wall and put your hands up.â
Seokjin obeys, barely breathing. This is so exciting to him. And so incredibly hot.Â
âLegs further apartâ, you order, spanking his inner thighs gently.
He obeys, fingers twitching on the wall. He is in a dream. You literally own him.Â
âVery good. We can begin.â
The vibrator springs to life, dragging a yelp of pleasure from his lips. He throws his head back, knees buckling and buckling again as you land your first spank before he could even recover from the surprise.Â
âOne.âÂ
The second spank knocks him into the wall. Not because you were so rough with it, but rather because Seokjin is weakened. His legs are shaking because of the toy. It feels so good, pressing right against his prostate and stimulating his rim as well. You chose his favourite setting. Everything about the toy is currently ruining him and then you come along and spank him. Of course he ends up falling against the wall. He can only handle that much.Â
You care rather little about his struggles, lifting your arm for yet another spank. You count loudly, striking his tender skin at the same time. His left buttocks jiggles and reddens. You give him no break, landing the forth strike on his right buttocks to even it out.Â
âMistressâ, Seokjin whimpers, clawing at the wall as he tries to drag himself up. His cheek is squished against it, eyes squeezed shut.Â
âI appreciate the manners, but thatâs not what I told you to call me. Two more spanks are needed. Five, six.â
He flinches with each impact, legs shaking and cock throbbing. It is rubbing against the wall, leaving wet imprints of his pleasure. He canât help himself. The vibrator feels so good on his prostate that he keeps leaking.Â
âSevenâ, you make it sting especially well by striking him across both buttocks. The impact pushes the toy deeper.Â
âA-ah waitâ, Seokjin stumbles, convulsing. He reaches behind himself, âhurts. Ankle hurts.â
You stop the vibrator, letting the paddle tangle on your wrist for now. You hold his waist.
âSit down, baby. Careful, okay?âÂ
âIâm okay, just felt my ankle pinch.â
âThatâs alright. Just sit down and get comfy.â
He does so with a hiss, shifting and wiggling as the toy presses deeper into him.Â
âOh godâ, he gets out, pressing his hand to his lower stomach. He rolls his eyes back, folding himself in half. âDoctor I canât. More please.â
You chuckle, relaxing. What a relief to see him so desperate for more.Â
âI think the question of if you wanna continue is useless?â
âPlease Doctor, Iâll do anything. Please.âÂ
âFine. You still have eight spanks left anyway. It wouldnât be wise to stop in the middle of your treatment. Just know that I will find no pleasure in hurting youâ, you say and sit down on bed next to him.Â
Seokjin falls over your lap without having to be ordered to. He sticks his ass into the air, burying his face in the sheets. His eagerness melts you.
You chuckle, rubbing his heated butt.
âIf youâre being such a good boy, I feel like Iâm giving you the wrong treatment.âÂ
âNo please. No, i-i-itâs only because itâs working. Please I need more, itâs not enough you, you champignon.âÂ
âChampignon?â you chuckle.Â
âYes, that was an insult. The brattiness is coming back.â
You laugh. He is such a goof sometimes.Â
âIt seems like it doesâ, you play along, âvery well then, more treatment is necessaryâ, you conclude and turn on the vibrator.Â
Seokjin moans, cock twitching on your lap and thighs shaking. He is back in heaven. It is so intense, so electric, so warm. The vibrations ebb and rise in intensity, making it feel as if you were moving the toy in and out of him.
âWhere were we?âÂ
âSevenâ, he croaks
âAh yeah and what comes after that?â
âEight-ah!â
âGood job. Oh that felt good. I can really leave an imprint in this position. Nine.â
Seokjin can feel it as well that you are having a lot more impact in your spanks. They burn, hitting him sharply. No words can describe how much he needed that. He twists the sheets, arching his back.Â
âTen.âÂ
Pain. So sharp. So deep. So good. Seokjin trembles on your lap, toes curling and cock leaking uncontrollably. As a matter of fact, he managed to smear your thighs with so much of his excitement that his cock manages to slip between them.Â
He feels it instantly, spilling tears and sobbing your name.Â
âWrong name. Youâve brought the next two on yourselfâ, you say and strike him with such vigour it echoes for a second.Â
Seokjin takes them happily, fucking his sensitive cock with your thighs as his prostate throbs and his ass burns.Â
You noticed his cock between your thighs as well. Of course you did. It is so hard and wet. You should stop him, but you donât want to. He looks so good when he is humping you like a stupid puppy. Especially when he humps even harder each time you strike his reddened buttocks.Â
You only have three more to go and you really want to make them count. The first you land on the lower area of his right buttocks. Itâs especially sensitive, resulting in Seokjin to squeak and sob into the sheets.
âDonât cry. Itâs only for your best. Youâre almost done, I promise.â
The second spank you land on his other buttock, wanting to make it equal. Seokjin twitches and writhes, fucking your thighs sloppily. There is no rhythm behind his movements, just utter and pure desperation. His noises let you know of it as well. He is squeaking so much. It is so honest, so utterly submissive and perfect.Â
âLast one. Iâll make it hurt, I donât want to, but I have toâ, you say and lift the paddle. You aim it to the middle of his ass, across his flushed buttocks.
Seokjin takes it with a scream, orgasming against his will.
âIâm sorryâ, he sobs into the mattress, shaking uncontrollably.
âNono, donât apologise. This is perfectâ, you say and grab his hips to guide their movements. You force him to fuck your thighs quickly, despite the overstimulation that causes.Â
Seokjin wails up, muffling himself a second later by biting the sheets. You speak of perfection while your hands torture him. You arenât happy about his unwanted orgasm, you are happy that you can overstimulate him because of it. That you can force him to pound your creamed thighs and take the vibrations until he canât help but squirt all over himself.Â
He gags and cries, trying to flee you but you only press him tighter to your lap as you laugh menacingly. The floor gets dirty. You hear it. How wonderful. He is so big and strong and yet right now, he is the smallest and weakest person to have ever existed. And you did that. By spanking his ass to the point of bruising and overstimulating every single one of his pleasure spots, you reduced him to your little bitch.Â
âYellow, red, I donât know, just no more pleaseâ, Seokjin begs after he finally stopped fucking squirting all over himself.
âGood boyâ, you praise, releasing his hips. You turn off the toy and tug it out carefully, discarding it on the towel.Â
Seokjin sits up and climbs on your lap, hugging you tightly.
âOh you sweetie, come here youâ, you say, hugging him back, âyou did so well. Iâm so proud of you.â
Seokjin whimpers, hiding away in the safety of your neck. His lips nib on it slowly, his breathing is shaky, but calms down the longer he is in your embrace.Â
âThat was pretty intense and you handled it so well. God, Iâm so proud of you, sweetie. I have the best boy everâ, you praise him, playing with his hair. You have your left hand on his lower body, massaging whatever sensitive spot of his butt is exposed. It is hot to the touch.Â
He chases your hand, which lets you know that he likes it. You still want to hear it from him.
âIs this nice for you?âÂ
âYes, really.â
âThen Iâll keep doing this. My good boy, you took me so well. Was it good for you?â
He nods his head vigorously, âit was perfect. Everything was perfect. You are perfect.âÂ
You smile, hugging him closer.Â
âThis feels good to hear. I love you, Jinnie baby.â
âI love you too.â He kisses your shoulder. âSo much, itâs insaneâ, he whispers, making your heart flutter.Â
He lifts his head, meeting your love-filled eyes. He mirrors your state with flushed cheeks and puffy, bitten lips.Â
âYou look ruinedâ, you chuckle, wiping the tears from his lashes.Â
âI am ruined. I pissed myself because you wouldnât slow down.âÂ
âI know. Thatâs why I did it. Youâre so pretty when you lose control over yourself.â
His ears turn red, his eyes canât seem to meet yours anymore. You chuckle, rubbing his buttocks.
âDoes your butt hurt lots?âÂ
âItâs definitely sore, but I donât mind. You spanked me perfectly.âÂ
âI did?âÂ
âYeahâ, he hugs you, âI love being your sub, ___.âÂ
âOh wow, you say the sweetest stuff, my babyâ, you gasp and cradle him as tightly as possible, âmy sweet sub, I love having you too.âÂ
Seokjin melts into you with a sigh, âI missed you.âÂ
âI missed you too.âÂ
âIâll still be sick for the rest of the week.âÂ
âSeriously?âÂ
âMhm, at least to the public. We have so much catching up to do.â
âI can get behind this planâ, you say in a smile.
âGood, then tomorrow youâre getting breakfast in bed.â
#seokjin smut#seokjin fanfic#seokjin fanfiction#seokjin scenario#seokjin oneshot#seokjin x reader#seokjin x you#sub!seokjin#bts smut#bts fanfic#bts fanfiction#bts scenario#bts oneshot#bts x reader#bts x you#sub!bts#bangtan smut#bangtan fanfic#bangtan fanfiction#bangtan scenario#bangtan oneshot#bangtan x reader#bangtan x you#sub!bangtan#fanfic: kinktober24
171 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Writing Notes: Point of View
Point of view (POV) - the position from which the events of a story are observed.
The author establishes point of view through the use of characters, dialogue, actions, setting, and events.
Authors rarely speak in their own voices. Instead, they assume a particular persona and adopt a "voice" that enables them to narrate their stories and novels. This voice is called point of view.
4 Common Points of View
1. Omniscient 2. Limited Omniscient:
Major character
Minor character
3. Objective 4. First Person:
Major character
Minor character
OMNISCIENT
The story is told in the third person ("he," "she," "it") by a narrator who knows everything about the characters, actions, and events.
The narrator is able to move in time and place, to shift from character to character, and to reveal or conceal as little or as much as he or she pleases.
This type of narrator is "all knowing."
Example from "Godfather Death:"
"He ought to have remembered his godfather's warning."
The narrator has unlimited knowledge, even knowing the mind of Death, and he comments on and evaluates the doctor as he is dying.
LIMITED OMNISCIENT
The story is also told in the third person, but only from the viewpoint of a single character, whether a major or minor one.
The author selects which character to see through, and the narrator is confined to knowing only the thoughts and actions of that character.
Such a character is the "lens" through which events pass in the story.
Example from Gustave Flaubert's Madame Bovary:
"Charles went upstairs to see the patient. He found him in bed, seating under blankets, his nightcap lying where he had flung it....The fracture was a simple one, without complications of any kind. Charles couldn't have wished for anything easier. Then he recalled his teachers' bedside manner in accident cases, and proceeded to cheer up his patient...."
It is only through Charlie's eyes that readers "see" and learn about the patient.
OBJECTIVE
The story is told in third person, but the narrator does not enter the mind of any character.
The narrator objectively describes events from the outside.
The reader is left to infer the character's inner thoughts and feelings.
The narrator knows which details to use to communicate deep meaning.
Example from Dashiell Hammett's the Maltese Falcon:
"Spade's thick fingers made a cigarette with deliberate care, sifting a measured quantity of tan flakes down into curved paper, spreading the flakes so that they lay equal at the ends with a slight depression in the middle...."
Readers must infer that Spade is deliberate, cool, efficient, and painstaking during a crisis; the author never uses those adjectives to describe Spade.
FIRST PERSON
The story is told in first person ("I"), through the thoughts and feelings of the narrator, not anyone else's.
What reaches the reader is subjective.
So, more important than whether the narrator is a major or minor character is the narrator's reliability.
An unreliable narrator can present a distorted picture of events; a reliable one can render events with accuracy.
Example from Aesop's Ant and the Grasshopper:
"Cold and hungry, I watched the ant tugging over the snow a piece of corn he had stored up last summer. My feelers twitched, and I was conscious of a tic in my left hind leg. Finally I could bear it no longer. 'Please, friend ant,' I asked, 'may I have a bit of your corn?"
Readers only know the thoughts and feelings of the grasshopper. They know nothing about what the ant thinks or how the ant feels.
Determining Point of View
The attitudes and opinions of a narrator aren't necessarily those of the author.
Don't confuse a character with the author.
To determine point of view, ask who the narrator is and what pronoun the author attaches to the narrator.
Also ask yourself what role, if any, the narrator plays.
By using a particular point of view, an author determines how much the narrator reveals about the characters.
If these writing notes help with your poem/story, do tag me. Or send me a link. I'd love to read them!
More: Writing Notes & References â POV
#writing notes#pov#writeblr#writers on tumblr#writing prompt#literature#poetry#poets on tumblr#spilled ink#dark academia#light academia#studyblr#creative writing#writing tips#fiction#writing inspiration#writing reference#writing basics#writing refresher#writing resources
321 notes
¡
View notes
Text
Kinktober - Day 18
18th â role play, Sebastian Vettel
The previous day I The next day I Kinktober masterlist I Main list
âWhy donât we play a gameâ he suggests standing in the door to your bedroom.
âSeb, honey, I donât know about thatâ
âWhat if I promise youâll like it?â reluctantly you agree and Sebastian zips out of the room all of a sudden with a âBack in a minuteâ. Youâre awfully confused right now but trust that this is going to be thrilling when he comes back.
The door to your room opens once more and standing in front of you is Seb dressed in pale blue scrubs. He looks delicious with the way they arms hug his biceps so tightly and the trousers are doing wonders for his thighs.
âExcuse me, is there a miss y/n L/n in the waiting room today?â he says with such cool authority. You catch on at this moment, he wants to play doctor so of course you will be his willing patient.
âIf you would just step in this room with meâ you get up off the bed and walk towards him, taking his arm as he leads you back to next to the bed.
âNow, if you would just remove your t shirt and bra and pop yourself on the examination tableâ he gestures to the bedÂ
âWe can begin the breast examâ Sebastian wastes no time getting there, you think to yourself but do as he says.Â
Lying down on the bed you smile as he warms his hands with his breath, rubbing them together slightly in a typical doctor fashion. He begins the breast exam, his hands skillfully exploring your curves. His touch is firm yet gentle, sending tingles through your body. He begins to paw at your breaths, cupping them and squeezing with both hands. He always knows what heâs doing when it comes to your tits, he reminds you theyâre your best asset almost daily. Heâs pinching at your nipple now and rolling them between his fingers which excites a small moan from your mouth. He notices the subtle moan escaping your lips and grins, pleased by your reaction to his skilled touch. âMmm, sounds like someone's enjoying the examination,â he teases, continuing to manipulate your nipples with deft fingers. âBut we can't forget about the rest of you, can we? Now, let's move on to the rest of the examination.âÂ
His gaze meets yours, intense and smoldering. âPlease lift your hips so I can remove these pants.â As you comply, he slides the fabric down your legs, revealing your bare skin inch by inch. Once you're fully exposed, he steps back to admire the view, a sly grin playing on his lips. âNot bad, not bad at all,â he comments, his eyes roving over your body appreciatively. âNow, lie back and spread your legs for me, Honey.â His tone brooks no argument, commanding and authoritative. He leans over you, his face inches from yours, as he begins the internal exam. His fingers slide inside you, expertly probing and examining. Reaching your apex, he parts your thighs wider, settling between them. His hot breath wafts over your sensitive flesh, making you tremble with anticipation. âLet's take a closer look at this area, shall we?â He murmurs, his tongue darting out to taste you, savoring your sweetness. You can feel the heat of his breath on your most intimate areas, making you squirm with a mix of discomfort and arousal. âMmm, very good,â he praises, his voice a low rumble against your skin. âYour reflexes are excellent. I think we're almost done here.â He continues his ministrations, pushing and curling his fingers within you, until suddenly, he finds a particularly sensitive spot. Your back arches off the bed as a gasp escapes your lips. âOh, my,â he chuckles, his fingers still working the magic within you. A moan erupts from your lips and you cover your mouth.Â
âPlease miss, we have other patients in the waiting room. If you could keep it downâ he brushes your clit again with his finger and you moan into your hand once more which only makes him grin harder seeing your pathetic attempt to hide the pleasure heâs causing you.Â
âOh, my,â he chuckles, âIt seems we've hit a sweet spot. Don't worry, I won't keep you there too longâŚâ
After finishing the internal exam, he sits back on his haunches, admiring the sight of you laid out before him, flushed and breathing heavily.
"Well, that concludes our examination, Miss Y/N L/N," he says with a smirk, clearly enjoying the power dynamic. "I must say, you passed with flying colors. Perhaps even earned some extra credit..."
He trails a finger down your stomach, leaving a path of goosebumps in its wake. "But tell me, did you enjoy the experience? Or should I schedule a follow-up appointment?"
His hand drifts lower, teasing the soft flesh of your inner thigh. "Because I have to admit, I quite liked being your doctor today... Maybe we could arrange for more 'check-ups' in the future?"
Taglist:@formula1-motogpfan@iamafootballfanmiasanmia@arian-directioner@annimausi@mythicalmaven@lucycowr@hamilton-mount @Chuxk-leclerk @landosgirl @Kikiaaaay @iluvvmeeee @stars4me @starz4me1 @fxrmuladaydreams @Ashleyo1611 @ln-fours @cloud-55 @neo-stay @mysteriesincorporated @nzygftoji @dinodumbass @qxeenjen @lilmacabe @9fi @sya-skies @toriiez @jud-3 @ryl-xoxo @fandomz-queenie @gracie23x @kr1sblog @b-law @F1fan24 @taylorsdoratheafr @missevrythingg @salma @cherrypopsicle @toasterpiastri @uhhvictoria @01rrdbull @aracelys-stuff @horseymchorse3 @lou-ghoul @unknownmystery22 @thisbitxhs-blog @toxicdreamer296 @maxivstappen @si1ver06 @mendes-bae @bestgirlie @mbioooo0000 @depressedgiftedburnout @lieslostinsilence @chaoticversion @kaydesssssssss @maryelizaart @milkyymelanine @bisrae @carlando4 @mystichandspruneshark @sweetwh0re @larastark3107 @fiveyjustin @moonchildlec @bicrazybabe @maximumflaps @sainzwife @i--sa @liviav @nitonan-blog @moodymoony71 @horrible-decision @verstappenluv111 @Meyla123X @bea-stilinksi24 @Hayley125 @imjustme-n @elizamoe133 @bernelflo @evie-likes-stuff @anne1444444 @celtis--vr @rockytheluver @orlafitz1664 @aliceespector @ricciadosredbull @novelant @briannamh07 @oliveswiftly @hotlapshottakes @sinners-98-world @ramenblutte @fallenlunar @little-nando14 @fore45fore @importantduckhumanoidpatrol @eroselless @strabunny @sydneyhlove @jkdaddy01 @multi-fandom5 @f1-hoff @kittylolly4 @reguluscrystals @uhhvictoria @arian-directioner @forza-dolce @dukeofjjune @vimayxo @ilove-tswizzle @peachapat119
#sebastian vettel smut#sebastian vettel fanfic#sebastian vettel fic#f1#sebastian vettel imagine#f1 fanfic#sebastian vettel#sv5 x reader#sv5 imagine#f1 x you#f1 fic#f1 x reader#fanfic#f1 imagine#fanfiction#formula 1#vettel#f1 smut#f1 2024#formula 1 x reader#formula 1 smut#formula 1 imagine#formula 1 fanfic#formula 1 fic#f1 fandom
151 notes
¡
View notes