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The Doll House - A Nanami x Reader Fanfic Part 1

Despite your crippling fear of men, your family sells you to the Doll House. Luckily, you end up with the handsome, gentlemanly Nanami as your trainer, and he’s about to show you how great a man can be.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Read Geto’s Part Here!

Read Toji’s Part Here!

Read Sukuna’s Part Here!

Read Gojo’s Part Here!

Read Choso’s Part Here!

Note: Please remember that these stories don’t take place at the same time, or even one after the other! Consider each one its own timeline. So if you see Geto and Toji with other dolls, don’t be alarmed lol. I had to do it this way because if I don’t, by the time I get to the last trainer, there won’t be any other trainers left to interact with!

On the outskirts of town, there stands a particular shop called the “Doll House”. Inside its walls you can find a “doll” to match any taste you might have. All your desires will be fulfilled, no matter how depraved. Satisfaction is guaranteed! The dolls are exceptionally high quality, thanks to the skillful trainers who work with them twenty-four hours a day, molding them into perfect toys for your enjoyment.

Each trainer has a specialty that they focus on, and they all take great pride in their work. Their methods differ greatly, their approaches vary, but they all follow one rule: never get attached to a doll. After the training is complete, they hand the dolls over to their new owners, and never see them again. However, just once over the course of their careers, trainers are allowed to pick a doll they’ve personally trained and keep her as their own.

AU! Each trainer will get their own story! This is Nanami’s. If you’d like to be tagged in future parts, let me know! You must be an adult to be tagged! Any feedback whatsoever is adored! I’m keeping the same tag list as Geto’s part. If you’d like to be removed, please let me know!

Note: Consider these parts AU’s within an AU. So you might see Geto with a different doll from the reader in his part, but just consider this an alternate timeline lol.

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. Daddy kink. Hair pulling. Oral sex. Fingering. Divider by @benkeibear!

Ever since you can remember, you’ve had a crippling fear of men. Your father died when you were so small, you have no memories of him. You have no brothers, no uncles you’ve ever met, and you don’t even remember playing with any boy cousins as a child. Throughout your education, you only went to all girl schools. Otherwise, you’ve avoided going out in public as much as possible.

As a child, your older sister told you scary stories about men being brutish monsters who only wanted to hurt girls. Looking back, you understand now that she was only teasing you. But those stories combined with the fact that you’ve never even had a full conversation with a man before has left you with quite the phobia.

Even though you’ve watched movies and tv shows and seen men in that context, you’re still afraid of them. The fact that you find lots of fictional men attractive only confuses your emotions even more. You’ve spent years watching animated shows with men way too handsome to ever be real, developing crushes on them because they felt safe.

And your favorite, the one you’ve always been in love with despite him being made of ink and paper, is Prince Sebastian. In the cartoon, he’s a tall, muscular, blonde prince who is always a perfect gentleman to the women around him, always there to protect them from danger. Despite being an adult now, you still have a poster hanging on your bedroom wall featuring him.

Now, you find yourself standing in the welcome room of the Doll House, waiting to meet your trainer. How did it come to this? Just yesterday you were cooped up in your room, playing video games. Then this morning, your aunt who raised you and your sister stormed into your room and announced that she was selling you to the Doll House. You thought she was joking at first. What she was saying was unthinkable! She was rich! She didn’t need the money! Sure, she’s been complaining a lot lately about you staying in your room all day, but you didn’t think she was this angry!

You screamed, you cried, you made quite the scene. But then she told you that if you refused to sign the contract, she was kicking you out of her house and completely cutting you off. So you could live in a nice house with a rich man, or you could live under a bridge. To you, both options were terrifying. But one was slightly worse.

If you live under a bridge, how would you watch your favorite shows or play your games? And who knows how many unsavory men would approach you? Dealing with one man would be much better. Or so you’ve been telling yourself since you got here. But… now that you’re here, and there’s a strange man on his way to get you and do unspeakable things to you… you can’t do it!

You make a run for it, even though you’ve already signed the contract and met the owner, even though your aunt dropped you off and told you not to come back, you run out of the welcome room and into the front lobby, toward the exit. But just before you reach the door, you hear footsteps and voices behind you. One of them sounds like the owner, calling out your name. You’re so startled that you trip and crash to the floor, pulling off a perfectly humiliating face plant.

For a moment, you just lie there, feeling stunned and defeated, the adrenaline that fueled your brief escape attempt all gone. Tears sting your eyes as you begin to cry, hiccuping pathetically as your shoulders shake.

“Are you alright, miss?”

At the sound of a male voice, your body freezes up in terror. You turn your head to the side so you can look up. A man is squatting down beside you, holding out his hand.

“Let me help you up,” he says in a soft voice.

You blink away your tears as you stare at his face, and you realize something that momentarily shocks the fear right out of you. He looks exactly like Prince Sebastian! That blonde hair, those kind eyes, that muscular shape! It’s like the character just walked out of the tv! You never thought a real flesh and blood man could ever be as beautiful as Prince Sebastian, yet here he was!

Still stunned, you take his offered hand and allow him to gently pull you up. It’s the first time you remember actually touching a man.

He hands you a white handkerchief, spotlessly clean, and you use it to wipe your eyes. “Thanks,” you mumble, reaching the handkerchief back to him.

“My name is Nanami Kento. I’m your trainer,” he says, and you can’t help staring at him. He’s your trainer? Prince Sebastian? Maybe this won’t be so bad after all. But no, you can’t let your guard down! He might be ridiculously handsome, but he’s still a man!

You introduce yourself in a small, quivering voice. He nods and then calls over the lady working behind the front counter. “Can you take her to my room, please? And make sure she has whatever she needs.”

The lady smiles and nods, then heads back toward the welcome room. “Follow me. We’ll grab your suitcase on the way!”

Numbly, you follow after her.

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Nanami waits until his new doll has left the room, then turns to the owner. “When you said she has a fear of men, I didn’t realize it was this bad,” he says, sighing. “So what’s going on? You normally don’t accept dolls who were clearly forced or coerced into signing the contract. She obviously doesn’t want to be a doll.”

The owner gives a sigh of her own. “Her aunt came and spoke to me yesterday. Apparently she threatened to throw the girl out if she didn’t sign.”

“Coercion,” Nanami says. “Despicable. So why did you accept?”

The owner looks him in the eye. “The aunt said that if I didn’t take the girl, they were going to sell her on the direct market. You know how things work there. It would be like tossing that girl into a lion’s den blindfolded and with her hands tied behind her back.” The owner pauses and sighs again. “I thought that if she’s trained by someone like you, at least it would be like tossing her in there with a sword and a shield. At least she’d have a fighting chance.”

She has a point. The whole situation leavrs a bad taste in Nanami’s mouth though. “So why is she afraid of men? Any past trauma I should be aware of?”

“None,” the owner says. “She’s just never been around men in her whole life. No male relatives. Went to all girl schools.”

“Hmm.”

“And Nanami,” the owner adds, her voice dropping a bit lower, “I know you’re not going to like this, but you’ll have to deflower her. Ordinarily I’d keep her a virgin and charge a premium for her, but in this case I think sending her out so unprepared would be exceedingly cruel.”

He looks toward the door the poor doll had disappeared through. “Only if she agrees to it.”

The owner nods. “Of course. Oh, and stay sharp. There’s something off about this whole thing. Her aunt is wealthy, and she even took half what I would usually offer. She seemed really determined to have the girl trained here. There might be something else going on.”

Nanami looks at the owner. “A punishment perhaps?”

“That’s what I’m thinking. But the contract was signed so we’ll see where this goes.”

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Inside your trainer’s room, you find the place impeccably neat and orderly. There’s a large bookshelf filled with difficult-looking tomes, though you do spot a few fantasy novels you’ve read yourself. The bed is so smoothly made that you wonder if he even sleeps in it. The dresser has several bottles of expensive-looking cologne, and a peek in the closet reveals a wardrobe of stylish, fancy clothes in brands even you, who grew up in a wealthy family, haven’t heard of. They’re probably brands that focus on menswear, something you would be clueless about.

The lady from the front desk sits your suitcase on the floor beside the closet and smiles at you. “You hit the jackpot, miss. Nanami is an excellent trainer.”

“He is?” you ask, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.

The lady laughs. “Let’s just say that if I had to pick one of the trainers to be mine, I’d pick him in a heartbeat. He’s respectful and kind, and not to mention handsome. The dolls he trains are always sad to leave!”

That made you feel a little better, and you were grateful to her for trying to put you at ease. “Thanks for telling me,” you say. “That’s really good to know.”

She smiles and nods and leaves the room, and it only takes a few moments for your anxiety to return. Your trainer will be coming in here any minute. He’ll probably make you strip! He’ll make you touch him! He’ll touch you! Even if he’s gorgeous, you can’t handle that!

You hurry over to the lone window in his room. It overlooks the back parking lot. You push the window up, opening it, and lean out to look down. The Doll House’s structure is elevated a several feet off the ground, but it’s still only one story. The drop doesn’t look too bad. You sling one leg out over the ledge, leaving you straddling the window. Just then, the door opens, and your trainer walks in.

It only takes him a moment to assess the situation and realize what you’re doing. He rushes toward you, and in a panic you try to jump out, but your other foot catches on the window sill. You fall at a strange angle, reflexively reaching out with one hand to grab the ledge, screaming as you do. Your trainer is quick to action, lunging forward and grabbing your arm.

Nanami pulls you back in through the window, and the two of you fall to the carpeted floor, you on top of him. Did he purposely turn so that his body would shield you from the fall? His strong arms are wrapped around you, holding you firmly but gently. You look up at him, and he seems upset. You let out a squeak of terror and scurry away from him, backing into the wall, still sitting on the floor.

He stands up and dusts himself off. Oh no! Did his fancy clothes get dirty? Is he mad now? He looks at you with a strange expression. Something between exasperation and concern. “Before you hurt yourself trying to escape,” he begins, walking over to a polished shelf and pouring what looks like water into a glass, “why don’t we talk?” He steps over and hands you the glass. You take it, then sip the water.

“Okay,” you say, feeling stupid now as you tuck your knees under yourself.

“Let’s go over a few things,” he says. “First of all, I’m not going to hurt you. If there’s any pain involved in what we do, it will be thoroughly discussed and agreed upon beforehand. I’ll respect your boundaries. I won’t do anything that you don’t consent to.”

That doesn’t sound so bad. You start to relax just a little.

“That being said, the more training you receive while you’re here, the easier things will be for you when you’re purchased,” he says. “I’m not here to make you miserable. I’m here to prepare you for the next ten years. It would be to your benefit to experience as many things as possible here, with me, in an environment where your wishes are respected, before you end up with an owner who might not be so patient.”

You know what he’s saying. “You mean, I should have s-sex with you.”

He nods. “That would be my recommendation, yes. But I won’t force you to do anything. It has to be your decision, and you don’t have to decide right away. For now, why don’t we start with something simple, like letting me help you up?”

He extends his hand to you, for the second time today. Earlier, you were so stunned by his resemblance to Prince Sebastian that you took his hand easily. Now, you hesitate, staring at him for a moment before reaching up and letting his large, warm hand envelope yours. He pulls you to your feet, and you end up standing so close you can see his face more clearly than ever. Ahhh, he really is incredibly handsome!

“Now, is there anything else you’d like to try?”

You blink. “Right now?”

“If you want. Or we can wait until you’ve had more time to adjust.”

You think for a while. His muscular frame looks so inviting. You’re not sure how much you can handle, but you want to try.

“Would a hug be okay?”

He seems a little surprised, but he smiles softly at you. “Sure,” he says, before slowly putting his arms around you and pulling you into his embrace. It actually feels really nice! And he smells so good! For a brief time, you almost want him to make love to you right then and there. Your brain is filled with thoughts of him picking you up and carrying you to his bed, of him taking charge, pulling off your clothes, having his way with you. The thoughts leave you blushing, and you pull away.

“That wasn’t so bad,” you tell him as he gestures for you to sit in a plush chair beside a table.

“When the training begins, there will be some rules,” he says, sitting down in a matching chair on the other side of the table. “You are to refer to me as ‘Daddy’ at all times. If you misbehave, I’ll punish you. But, as I said, that’s something we can discuss and ease you into.”

You feel your heart pounding rapidly. Calling him Daddy? Punishment? It sounds terrifying, but also strangely hot. You’ve watched porn before, so you know a little about daddy kinks. You’ve always been kinda turned on when the man calls the woman “good girl”. You just never imagined, in your wildest dreams or nightmares, that you would end up in a situation like that. When you watched porn, it always felt distant, like something happening in another world. You’ve even masturbated to it, still never once imagining yourself in those positions. Men in “real life” were far too scary.

“I’m going to leave the ball in your court,” he says. “You can tell me when you’re ready to officially start the training. Until then, I’ll keep a respectable distance and let you get accustomed to being here.”

His words are very reassuring. You can feel your anxiety beginning to melt away. Maybe, just maybe, you can get over your fear with a gentleman like him.

That night, Nanami sleeps on a borrowed futon on the floor, giving you the bed. You feel terrible about that, but also relieved. While a small part of you was excited by the prospect of sharing a bed with him, a much bigger part was scared out of your mind to be in such close proximity to a man all night long.

For three days, nothing really happens between you and your trainer. You do feel slightly more comfortable with him, sharing a room and a bathroom will do that, but aside from a couple more hugs and some accidental brushing of elbows, he hasn’t touched you. Deep down, you’re a little disappointed by that.

You accompany him to the dining hall for meals, and you’ve met the other trainers. Most of them stay away from you, even as Nanami introduces them. You figure he’s informed them of your phobia. Just one of them occasionally comes a little closer than you’re comfortable with: the one named Gojo. He’s friendly and not at all threatening, but he’s still a man. So when he stops by the table you’re sitting at with Nanami, you can’t help sliding away from him a little, which results in you sliding closer to your trainer.

On your fourth day at the Doll House, you come to a decision. It’s time to face your fears and begin the training!

You wait until after dinner to tell Nanami. He’s standing at his dresser, loosening his tie in a way that makes you extremely weak. He occasionally makes polite conversation with you, but oftentimes he simply reads for a while before showering and going to sleep on the futon. Tonight, you approach him at the dresser.

“Um, I think I’m ready to start now,” you say, your voice a bit shaky despite your best efforts to stay calm.

He turns and looks at you. “Are you certain?”

You nod. “As certain as I’ll ever be.”

“Alright, then we need to discuss a few things.”

You feel yourself droop. You’ve hyped yourself up for some wild sexy times, but now you have to talk first? You really hope this conversation doesn’t get too awkward.

“First of all, you should choose a safe word. Are you familiar with that term?” he asks.

You are, or rather you’ve heard it used in porn or the smutty stories you read online, but you’re too embarrassed to admit that. “Not really,” you say.

“You choose a word or short phrase that wouldn’t normally be used in the bedroom, and whenever you say it, I’ll stop whatever I’m doing. If you’re genuinely afraid or something hurts or just makes you uncomfortable, say the safe word. We’ll stop immediately and only resume once you’re comfortable again.”

“Okay. How about… snowcone?” you ask.

“Snowcone? That’s fine. Don’t forget it,” he says.

“I won’t.”

“Now, part of my training involves light punishment for bad behavior. Mostly spankings, hair pulling, and things of that nature. Nothing that’s going to seriously hurt. Is that something you can handle?”

You suspected as much, but hearing him say it out loud, in that smooth voice of his, makes you feel dizzy. The thought of being spanked by this man as he calls you a bad girl turns you on way more than you expected. It also scares you. A man! Touching you! But you beat back down the panic that’s threatening to undermine your decision and nod. “I think so. I want to try at least.”

He walks over to his bed and sits down. His legs are spread apart as he undoes the first few buttons of his shirt and then runs a hand through his perfectly styled hair, leaving it a little bit messy with a few strands hanging over one eye. He gives you a look that nearly makes you buckle, and says, “Come over here and show daddy what a good girl you can be.”

Your jaw nearly drops, your breath gets caught in your throat, and your only response is to say, “I’ll be right back!” and flee to the bathroom.

Slamming the door shut behind you, you grab a fluffy towel from a shelf and press it to your face, using it to muffle a scream. Is it a scream of terror? Of excitement? Even you don’t know. You pant for a few moments, trying to pull yourself together.

He’s hot! He’s soooo hot!

But he’s a man!

He looks just like Prince Sebastian!

But he’s a man!

After several more deep breaths, you feel the panic subsiding. You can do this! You step out of the bathroom as if you’d simply powdered your nose and walk back over to Nanami. “Sorry, I just needed a moment,” you say, hoping he didn’t hear your garbled scream.

He gives you a small, amused smile. He definitely heard it! But he only says, “That’s fine. Take your time.”

Ahhh! He’s such a gentleman! You want him to do unspeakable things to you!

“C-can we start over?”

“Of course. I believe I told you to show me what a good girl you can be,” he said.

“Okay,” you say, feeling even more awkward than usual standing there in front of him. “How should I do that?”

He gives you another one of those sultry looks. “You can start by coming closer and getting on your knees.”

Oh shit. He wants you to suck him off! Can you do it? You’ve seen it done in porn countless times. Yes, you can do it! And after you’re done, maybe he’ll pat your head and call you a good girl! Ahhh! Just imagining it has your heart pounding!

You take the few steps needed to be directly in front of him, so close he could hug you if he wanted to. Then you get on your knees, right between his thighs. You glance up at him, unsure of what you should do next. Do you open his pants? Wait for him to do it? This is a daddy kink scenario, so maybe you can just mimic what you’ve seen and read online. You look up at him with wide eyes. “What do you want me to do, Daddy?”

There’s a flicker of surprise on his face, but then he leans back slightly on his hands and says, “I’ll let you decide. What do you think would make Daddy happiest right now?”

You hesitate for just a moment more, then reach up and unbuckle his belt. Your hands are trembling as you unbutton and unzip his pants. This is it! You’re going to see and touch a real man’s cock! You see his boxers when you open his pants, black and classy. With your heart hammering wildly in your chest, you grip the waistband and pull it down, under a dick that seems way bigger than it should be. But what would you know?

With one hand, you lightly wrap your fingers around the hard, hot organ. Feeling unsure, you gently move your hand up and down the length. It’s too dry! Isn’t it supposed to be slippery? Wait… maybe that’s why women in porn often lick or drool on it. You glance up at his face, and there’s no change in his expression. Should you just spit on it? But that doesn’t seem like a very “good girl” thing to do.

“Can I lick it, Daddy?”

“If you want to,” he answers.

Slowly, you lean forward and touch your tongue to the tip. You thought it would taste bad, but really there’s no taste at all. The only thing you detect is the pleasant scent of bodywash. Of course someone like him would keep himself immaculately clean. You move your tongue all around the tip, licking it the way you would a popsicle, then you move your tongue down the shaft, toward the base, trying to get it as wet as possible. You hear him exhale a breath, and your eyes dart up to his face. He looks like he’s enjoying this!

You feel his hand in your hair, and then all at once he’s got most of it gathered in his grip, holding it firmly. It doesn’t hurt, but it does make you feel like he’s completely in control of this situation, and that in itself makes you wet.

“Take it in your mouth,” he says, his grip on your hair getting just a little tighter.

Eager to please him, you do as you’re told, letting him fill your mouth with his cock. It’s a scary feeling at first, as you adjust to breathing only through your nose and occasionally gagging around him when he slips a little too far down your throat. But somehow his hand pulling your hair is comforting. You realize you like being led.

He pushes your head up and down his length, slowly at first, gently. It’s more like he’s guiding you than forcing you. Gradually he ups the pace, going a bit deeper into your throat, which automatically constricts around him. By now your lips are covered in drool and the sticky fluid leaking from his tip, making them glide along the shaft easily.

After several minutes, you hear his voice again. “I’m going to cum,” he says, a very slight strain to his tone. “Don’t spill a drop.”

Before you can do anything to react to his words, his grip on your hair tightens as he pushes your head down, his cock going halfway down your throat. You feel the warm cum shooting out, sliding directly down to your stomach. You swallowed it all without even getting the chance to taste it.

After he pulls out of your mouth, he gives you a few moments to catch your breath, then his hand releases your hair and rubs your head. “Good girl,” he says, and you think you might just faint.

The hand rubbing your head slides down your neck, your shoulder, and then grips your wrist. He pulls you to your feet, and then into his lap. You’re sitting on one of his muscular thighs as he deftly tucks his dick back into his pants with one hand. His other hand is holding you in place, the arm wrapped around you from behind.

“Are you alright?” he asks, a kind look in his eyes.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you say, surprised by how true that is.

“Then, since you’re being so good for Daddy, why don’t I reward you?” he says, his free hand slipping under your skirt, between your legs.

Your body jerks in surprise, and if he wasn’t holding you firmly in place, you probably would have tumbled out of his lap. His eyes are on your face, watching carefully, as his hand slowly slides down, inside the front of your panties. He’s taking his time, giving you ample opportunity to use the safe word. But you don’t, because despite the fear you’re currently feeling, you don’t want him to stop.

His fingers softly rub your most private place, gently parting the slick flesh, one finger quickly finding your clit. You gasp and clutch his arm, the sensations nearly overwhelming you.

“Does that feel good?” he asks, his voice close to your ear.

You nod your head, murmuring, “Mmhm.”

His fingers traces circles around your sensitive nub, then strokes it, making you release little mewling cries.

“Tell me how it feels,” he says, almost in a whisper. “Use your words.”

“It feels… so good, Daddy! S-so so good! Nothing has ever felt so good!”

You suddenly wrap both arms around his neck and bury your face in his shoulder. The pleasure is too intense! He’s way too good at this! His fingers never stop, even as you quiver in his grip, even when you cry out “Daddy!” as you cum, your whole body shaking.

While you’re still trembling through your orgasm, with his hand still in your panties, he says, “There’s another rule you need to be aware of. In my training, you have to earn pleasure by being a good girl. You’re not allowed to pleasure yourself. Do you understand?”

You nod against his shoulder, feeling too dazed to speak.

The hand that was holding you in place moves up to grip your hair and pull your head back so he can see your face. It’s not a harsh action, but a firm one. “Do you understand?”

“Y-yes, Daddy,” you say, and he releases your hair, then smoothes it down gently.

“That’s my good girl.”

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Nanami sits in a chair in his room, thumbing through a book he bought recently and sipping wine. His doll is fast asleep in his bed, exhausted from the intense training session.

He had made sure she was okay, physically and emotionally, before drawing a hot bath for her in his private bathroom and then later helping her into bed. They will be sharing the bed now that the training has begun, and she seemed okay with that before she fell asleep.

Nanami is actually quite surprised by her. He had guessed it would be at least a week before she would be willing to try any sort of training, but here she is on the fourth day, practically swallowing his cock. She’s facing her fears, and that’s admirable.

Though her escape attempts and nervous, terrified energy are exasperating, he also has to admit that he finds her amusing. Earlier, when she ran to the bathroom to scream, it was all he could do to hold back his laughter when she returned and acted as if nothing happened. She was definitely a strange one.

He closes the book and stands up to stretch. His mind is already full of plans for tomorrow, for the various training exercises he can try with her. He doesn’t want to push her too far and make her fear of men worse, but he also wants to make sure she’s fully prepared for her life as a doll. He’ll do all he can to help her, that much is certain.

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diamantdog · 4 months ago

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Today, I woke up to Amandla's IG Stories. I wallowed in misery for some time (while thinking, "Damn, Manny Jacinto was right. Amandla is so intelligent, and I would also sound so dumb if I ever got the chance to speak with them" lol), but then! I became more motivated to continue the fight!

The online petition is still going on!

Go to https://help.disneyplus.com and under "Feedback" and "Request a Movie or Show", write "The Acolyte Season 2"

Write a letter here

Write an email to [email protected]

Call Lucasfilm (415) 623-1000‬ This last one may be hard for people outside the US and also for people with phone call phobia/anxiety. Please refer to this tweet below to join the thing and find support.

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the-universal-sun · 15 days ago

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little lee being scared/having a phobia of the doctors? your stories are such a comfort to me and i have a doctors appointment tomorrow 🙁

Oh no! I hope your Doctor’s appointment goes well! I have one on Tuesday :/. Thank you for your request! I had fun writing it! I hope you enjoy reading it, though it’s less phobia than you might have wanted! TW: mention of needles, bloodwork, and medicine

As always, I’m open to helpful comments and feedback! But also just to talk if you need to! I hope every one has a good day!

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“Stanley Caryn Pines get out from under those covers right this instant.” Ford’s voice was stern, having tried to get Stan to leave to room for nearly half an hour now. His patience with his brother, usually so endless, was running thin. It was awful that they had to do this on a day when Stan was regressed-but then again, neither of them could control when his brother felt small or not.

“Mmmm-No! No Doctor-no!” Came a muffled shout from under the blanket, a figure huddled underneath it for protection and safety. Safety from the scary doctors and needles and icky icky medicine. Stanford was trying to make him see a doctor and let them steal his blood! He needs his blood, doesn’t his brother know that? How could he betray Stan like this?

“It’s just to make sure you’re fine before we go traversing the seas! I had to do it, so you do you! We don’t need either of us getting sick or running out of medicine when we’re weeks away from land, that’s dangerous. Life threatening even!” If Ford could change the day of this appointment he could, he knows Stan’s terrified of doctors, he always has been, but to see him to scared when little? Beyond his annoyance, it brings an ache to his chest. He hates being the one to do this, feeling like he’s betraying his brother to the highest degree again, but they have no choice. They’re leaving in a month and this was the only appointment they could get in for Stan. The next available slot is in February. How, Ford doesn’t know, Gravity Falls only has a population of around 1,000 people, give or take, and he seriously doubts all of them are seeing the Doctor every day. Then again, there’s only one Doctor, and while he was thorough, he was questionable in his bedside manner and execution of his physical. But, alas, this is the day of his brother’s appointment, and he will make Stan go.

Ford’s train of thought is cut off by the sound of a muffled whine-one promising tears if Stan isn’t consoled soon. He sigh, moving to sit beside his brother’s blanket clad body, resting his hand on his back and just patting softly, trying to think of some soothing words to ease his Little Lee’s mind. Because he still needs him to go to the appointment, but he’d rather not do it with the other man kicking and screaming. And crying, no doubt. After a few minutes of silence and some stolen glances at a clock in the corner, Ford finds the words to hopefully calm Stan down.

“Lee, I’m sorry. I don’t want to make you go, I hate to see you so scared, but I have to-“ another whine cuts in and Ford lowers his head until his brow is touching the back of his brothers head, “I know, I know. It was hard for me, too, after 30 years of taking care of myself. But I want us to be safe and healthy for our adventures on the Stan O’ War, and that includes bloodwork and medicine.” He sighs, changing his hand from patting his brother’s back to rubbing it, thinking through his next words. “How about this, Lee, you stay for 30 minutes, and not only can you get a whole roll of fun stickers, we can go get lunch at the reopened Greasy’s, is that a deal?” Ford hopes Stan takes this deal, he loves stickers and Greasy’s diner. While they have an abundant amount of stickers left over from Mabel, Greasy’s just opened yesterday after having been closed since Weirdmaggedon-it’s been a month and a half since Stan’s had food from his favorite diner, he’s been itching for it.

“Gweasy’s?” Stan popped his head out, voice muffled from chewing on his shirt, which Ford promptly pulls out from his mouth. Stan loves Greasy’s, and he’s been wanting it for so long, maybe 39 minutes isn’t so bad if he can get a treat. But stealing his blood, hmm….he’s still not sure, the needles are bound to be big and scary, and while Stan is a super brave boy, he doesn’t know if he’s brave enough for that. Stanford must have read his mind, because he offers another bribe-that’s what they are after all, Stan knows all about bribes-one that has him far more interested than stickers.

“And we can go to Portland for the USS Blueback Submarine tour.” And Stan’s in. He’s been wanting to see the Blueback for ever! For ages, even, but he’s never been able too-not enough free time or anybody to watch the Shack. Or anyone to watch him, knowing how the excitement might make him regress, and he can’t do that by himself when in public. That’s bad, bad, bad and seems very scary. But if Ford’s with him and it happens, he’ll be safe and Ford can show his scary dog face to anyone who’s mean to him! Stan scrambles out of his bed and races towards the door, he’s got to go now so they can hurry and see the submarine!

“Slow your roll, Lee. You need to get dressed and ready first, that means dentures in and dressed in pants and a shirt with your hair brushed.” Ford pulls him to a stop, making him stand still before going to his dresser for clothes. Oh, guess Stan forgot to get dressed today, he’s still in his icky and itchy big Adult pajamas. Which he quickly shucks off, holding his arms out for Ford to help him get dressed. His brother laughs when he turns and sees Stan like that, but when he whines and bounces, Sixer quickly gets to pulling the shirt over his head.

“Okay now. All dressed, dentures in?” Stan smiles widely, his new dentures shining, “Perfect! Let’s go!” It doesn’t really hit Stan until they’re walking to his car that he’s going to the Doctors office and he’s going to get poked and prodded at. He freezes, stiffening up and clutching his arms, his body beginning to rock back and forth on the balls of his feet. Are his brother’s bribes really worth it? What if the doctor is mean or-or the needles are huge and take all his blood? Can he really do it? He wishes he could bring-A touch to his shoulder startled Stan out of his thoughts, Stanford looking at Stan with the most gentle look he’s ever seen. Well, if he’s here with Stan, maybe he could do this.

Stanley gasps as Ford presses Shanklin 2 into his hands, clutching the stuffed toy tightly as Ford leads him into the back seat and buckles him in. “I figured your friend would get much too scared waiting here for you, Lee, so he’s coming with us so you can teach him to be brave. Can you do that, Lee?” It’s a low blow almost, but by the way Stan resolutely nods and puts on his best brave face, Ford knew it had worked. For now at least, they’ll see how it goes when he gets blood drawn-he did request a butterfly needle for Stan, so hopefully he’s not as scared when he sees it’s not the thick needles they had as children. “I’m going to be right there with you, too, Lee. I won’t be going anywhere. I might need you to hold my hand if I get scared. If that’s alright with you?” He laughs at his brother’s stern nodding. That’s Stan for you, always willing to be a rock for his brother, his own feelings aside.

Ford buckled himself in, adjusting the mirror before turning on the radio, some old blues music softly playing from it as he slowly backs out onto the paved road. Internally he hopes, glancing back at Stan softly bobbing his head and rubbing Shanklin 2’s tail, that Stan forgets about the Greasy’s promise; the food there gives him such a stomach ache.

Stan does not forget about Greasy’s

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cockslutpadalecki · 1 year ago

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Say You Won’t Let Go

Summary: After a bad experience at a haunted house attraction when you were a kid, you promised never to step foot in one again, but Dean helps you to overcome your fear.

Characters: Dean Winchester x F!Reader.

Words: 1.2K.

Warnings: mostly fluff.

A/N: Written a very long time ago for a Halloween Patron. Thank you to my pre-readers @winchest09 and @deanwanddamons ❤️ While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Please support our content creators by sharing and reblogging our work.

Dean does nothing but complain the entire time you’re standing in the queue waiting to enter the haunted house. “Lame” and “predictable” are his preferred choice of words as he begins to repeat himself once he’s run out of reasons as to why they’re so crap.

You know he’s doing it in part to help calm your unease— after confiding in him that ever since you’ve been scared at one when you were a little girl, you’ve stayed well clear of anything remotely resembling a haunted house at Halloween. You feel ridiculous considering the things he and Sam fight for a living, but he’s never made you feel embarrassed for your childhood fear and instead tries to help you overcome it.

Last year in Beloit failed spectacularly when you were met at the door by a man dressed like Ash from The Evil Dead wielding a chainsaw and the year before that, in Sioux Falls, you hadn’t even made it out of the Impala. Just the sight of the spooky house peering through the fog— which you hoped to god had been intentional— was enough for you to plead with Dean to drive you back to the bunker and let you sit out the rest of the night under a blanket fort with a mountain of candy.

After two failed attempts, you’ve almost lost faith you’ll ever surmount your phobia, but the idea of Dean being there to, in some way, protect you from the phony ghosts and monsters waiting to pop out at you has helped to ease your apprehension. And so far, the scariest thing you’ve come up against are the poor attitudes of the kids standing in the queue behind you.

You can see Dean’s jaw tightening with every passing minute and the interruption of the guy monitoring the door couldn’t have come at a better time: “Hey leather jacket dude! Your turn!”

You step forward with trepidation, and Dean mouths at you to ask if you’re alright. You nod silently, sucking in a deep breath amidst the cotton-wool dry texture your mouth has suddenly formed as you step towards the entrance, mentally trying to prepare yourself for the fright no doubt waiting for you on the other side.

Dean’s hand finds yours as soon as you pass over the threshold. It’s almost pitch black inside which almost helps to stifle your fears a little, the darkness swallowing the images of the scariest things your mind can conjure up. Yet at the same time, the darkness isn’t a comfort. Who knows what could be lurking in the shadows ready to snatch you away from Dean’s warm grip?

Your chest starts to slowly constrict and you can feel your fingers slipping from Dean’s as the sweat in your palm makes it hard to keep hold of him. Once you round the first corner, the strobe lighting coming from a doorway off to your left illuminates the hallway just enough to make out the fake cobwebs hanging from the ceiling, and the almost juvenile decorations covering the walls. The overwhelming urge to run subsides as you study the place through squinted eyes, the detail in the decorating incredibly lacklustre compared to what you’re used to.

Who decorated this place? A ten year old? Your inner thoughts jibe taking on the sound of Dean’s voice which instantly calms you.

“Well that’s fake,” he mutters, pointing at a severed arm laid out on a surgical table amongst blood-spattered weapons. You glance down and scoff a little— it almost looks like it’s made out of papier-mâché and smothered in corn syrup.

Who made that? A second grader? There it is again. With every passing moment, you head deeper into the house and with your eyes on the cheaply made scares, you start to feel less and less on edge.

Turning the last corner, you know you’re nearly home free when you notice the fire exit sign with its eerie green glow looming in the distance as your gaze is distracted by movement coming from a curtain below and to the left of it. Through the dim light, you can just make out the shape of a person hiding poorly behind it in what you think is a Jason Voorhees mask and as you head closer, you brace yourself for the impending scare.

Any minute now. Any minute now. Any minute now.

Dean’s distracted by a mannequin dressed as a poor imitation of Leatherface, chuckling to himself as ‘Jason’ jumps out with the least convincing yell you’ve ever heard, wielding what looked like a kid’s prop knife. It’s… boring. You actually smile, expecting to hear Dean’s laugh from beside you, but instead he screams at the figure ahead of you and squeezes your fingers so tight, you think he’s going to snap them off.

“Ow Dean!” You chastise sharply, trying to pull your hand from his grip as you stifle a giggle.

“So— sorry,” he mumbles, a hint of humiliation in his tone as he lifts your hand to his mouth and gives your knuckles a gentle kiss. “C’mon, this dump blows. Let’s get outta here,” he adds with a little more bravado.

You nod. “Let’s.”

Dean’s hand holds yours a little tighter than before and by the time you reach the exit, you’ve never felt less scared in your life.

The entire ride back to the bunker, you talk animatedly, unable to hide your excitement that you may be on your way to overcoming your phobia. You know it’s premature to assume such things, considering that that particular haunted house wouldn’t have even scared a bunch of kindergarten kids, but you take it as a win nonetheless. You can tell Dean is happy for you, but you know he’s pissed he’s $20 out of pocket for admission, and trying his best to hide the fact he got more scared than you.

“Sorry that was such a bust,” you say softly as Dean pulls up outside the bunker, shifting the Impala into park.

He glances at you with a sincere smile. “Don’t be sorry, I’m just glad it helped.”

“So,” you smirk, “that lame Jason was really something, huh?”

“Yeah, totally,” he shrugs, looking away to concentrate a little too closely on turning off the ignition. “So lame.”

“You scream like a girl.”

Dean snaps his head to glare at you. “I do not.”

“Oh please, you were totally crapping yourself in there.”

“Was not.”

“Was too.” Dean narrows his eyes with a pout and huffs loudly. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell Sam,” you laugh gently, beaming at him.

“You better not, or I’ll hunt you down.”

“Ooh, don’t tease me like that,” you flirt, sliding across the front seat to snuggle up next to Dean. “So, now we’ve done my thing, wanna snuggle up in bed, eat our weight in popcorn and watch some movies?”

“That sounds perfect. Any preferences?”

“I hear My Bloody Valentine is pretty poor, but the lead guy is supposed to be super hot,” you gush.

He pretends to act offended. “Lead guy, huh? Is he hotter than me?”

You lean in with a timid smile and press your lips gently against his. “Nobody’s hotter than you, Dean Winchester.”

#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #supernatural fanfiction #jensen ackles fanfiction

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the-hidden-levels · 5 months ago

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:: Masterpost ::

Hello, do you want to play with me?

Welcome to the Blog.

Content Warnings:

Body horror

Disturbing images

Bright colors

Eyestrain

Fear

Gore

Blood Phobia's Psychological horror

Note: This is only Act One. Many acts are to come. Prepare yourself for a dark and unsettling journey.

About This AU: This blog is dedicated to an alternate universe (AU) of Sonic.exe, presented in an analogue horror style. The story unfolds in acts, with each act revealing more about the eerie and hopeless world our characters inhabit. Your interactions and decisions will shape the narrative, but be warned: all actions are final. If a character dies, they are unlikely to return.

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handlewithcarezine · 10 months ago

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No zine update yet, but I wanted to let y'all know of a new piece of objectum media:

Chicago objectum folks: Theatre Wit on Belmont Ave. is performing Inanimate, a play about an objectum woman in love with a Dairy Queen sign. While the play is written by someone outside of the community, I have contacted the theatre and playwright--they are friendly to objectum people!

The script is available for purchase online at broadwayplaypublishing.com/the-plays/inanimate

Content warnings: lots of objectum-phobia and ableism thrown toward the main character. there's a very emotionally heavy romantic encounter scene. object death.

It does have a good ending.

The portayal of objectum sexuality is a bit on-the-nose and heavy-handed, but portrayed with compassion.

The theatre is currently in preview performances, so please send them feedback if you do attend/read the script.

#objectum

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darlingandmreames · 6 months ago

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@inception30daychallenge Day 4: Arthur's secret phobia

I think Arthur's deepest secret fear is being unwanted. Of being forgotten and left behind because no one wants him. So he makes himself useful. Works to be the best in his field, to be so good and useful that he'll always be needed. It doesn't matter what it costs him- sleep, health, personal goals and interests- all that matters is that he's still needed. Still wanted. He struggles with criticism and feedback because of this- if he's getting criticism then he isn't good enough, and if he isn't good enough then it's only a matter of time before he gets discarded.

Eames is one of the first people to see through to the core of Arthur's fear. To see through the perfectionism and prickly professionalism down to the fear that underlies it. And he's also one of the first people to actively work to prove Arthur wrong. He still expresses his respect and appreciation for Arthur's skill of course, but he also takes particular care to show kindness and care to Arthur when he messes up. When he misses something or drops the ball. He checks in on Arthur when he's overworking himself and forces him to rest and take breaks, even if it means something takes longer to finish or maybe doesn't even get done at all. And maybe, eventually, over time Arthur finally begins to believe that maybe, just maybe, he can be wanted without being perfect.

#inception30daychallenge #inceptiversary #inception #arthur #eames #arthur x eames #local trash goblin speaks

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lola-andheruniverse · 4 months ago

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One-Shot Monday - Caryl Fanfiction Rec

Dear fellow carylers, September is finally HERE! I can't wait to see Carol/Melissa back in my screen, and to have caryl reunited once and for all. Until then, lets keeping reading fanfiction! Phobias, written by @subversivegrrl, is posted on 9Lives and FF.net.

Summary: Five things that scare the crap out of Daryl Dixon.

Written for the USS Caryl's 1st Word Prompt Fanfiction/Fanart Challenge, prompt "fear."

Rated: T Word count: 1.740 Published: January 28, 2014 (one-shot)

This fic is structured like a basic list of Daryl's fears, and just like a silent walker, it sneaks up on you and leaves you surprisingly emotional in the end. Oh, the beauty of Daryl's thoughts about his last fear - Carol. Our author does an amazing job in explaining how S3/S4 Daryl is both afraid and in awe by the mystery that is Carol, this woman who should have crumbled so many times and yet rises a little bit stronger every time. Definitely worth the read, especially if you're doubting how much our Daryl loves his Carol right now, dear fellow carylers. Don't forget to leave a nice review to our author, ok? Feedback is love and keeps a fandom alive. Caryl on, dears, caryl on!

#caryl #caryl fic recs #one shot monday #caryl fanfiction #caryl fandom

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moonshynecybin · 9 months ago

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I was wondering if you could talk about Marc and his control freak tendencies cause I find them fascinating but I don’t know much about them. Has he always had them and they just amplified after Sepang or has he always had strong control freak tendencies and is it in a lot of different ways or just some particular situations.

the control freak stuff comes to me as like. MOST professional athletes at marc’s level i think tend to have SOMEEE sort of control freakism tendencies. not all, obviously, but to excel at that level you have to be obsessive, and most sports have some sort of random chance associated with them that is out of an athlete’s control— especially when you add other riders to the mix and ESPECIALLY in a sport as dangerous as motogp. there’s so much you CANT control that you white knuckle onto the things you can. this is also where you get superstition imo (marc’s little crossed fingers mistake banishment ritual), it allows you to create the illusion of more control in order to feel better about the lack of it that is the reality of the situation ya feel me

there’s also what marc is actually AFRAID of. as a #anxietygirl myself i can tell you that a bunch of my anxiety/phobias leap out in situations where there’s a bunch of x-factors that i can’t control or manage. marc is the same methinks. on a bike screaming around a track at 220mph? fine because HES the one driving. in the ocean? where you are just one speck amongst the vast unending soup? and there probably aren’t sharks that are going to bother you but there’s always that little niggling chance that if something happens there’s nothing you can do about it?? in a lot of ways he loses that control! and i bet that freaks him out a bit.

there’s also him self producing a documentary about himself. and literally giving feedbacks on the edit straight to camera in it like. i want people to know that i am a goofball that has fun :) which yeah he does and he is. but that is a craaaaazy thing to say/do lmao

#you also see this when they make f1 drivers do hot laps with coworkers and they’re in the passenger seat wigging out #they’re not scared of it when THEY do it but when they give up control it’s like AHHHHHH #motogp #callie speaks #asks #marc marquez #sometimes an rpf opinion is looking within yourself at your own issues. and bestowing them upon professional athletes.

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ddwcaph-game · 1 year ago

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Chapter 4 & 5 is finally out!

The wait is finally over. Grab your plot armor, Chapter 4 and 5 of Dear Diary, We Created a Plot Hole! is finally here!

🚌 Play it here! 🚌

To celebrate the release, a +50% ✨EXP Bonus Event will be running for the next couple of weeks!

The full change log is over 500 lines long, so here's an overview of all the new stuff:

🌈 UPDATE HIGHLIGHTS

~ 509,000 total wordcount (including code) ~ 278,000 additional words (including code) ~ New average playthrough of 115,000 words!

New Stuff to Discover!

52 New Secrets to discover, 8 New Trinkets to collect, 12 New Achievements

30 New Character Traits, 15 New Heritage Passives, 3 New Phobias, 16 New Status Effects

3 New Main Quests, 12 New Sidequests

and 1 New Song to sing along to!

New Scenes!

Introductions to Wayne, Lily, and JM's parents!

New exclusive bestfriend scenes!

Get a sneak peek into the story worlds you'll visit in future, in the Story Exchange!

Revamped crush confession scene with your twin!

Steal a kiss on the cheek from your crush!

Catch a preview of Chapter 6!

New Choices and Customization!

Choose the name of MC's dad!

Choose a second bestfriend, other than your twin (and give them a custom nickname)!

You can now choose to have two different pronoun sets!

Choose a mild swear word for your MC

Added B as a crush option

Tons of Diary and Stat Improvements!

New, updated, and expanded character diary entries!

New unlockable codex entries!

Write custom post-scripts in your diary!

Added new toggle settings for simple/detailed view of traits/passives, and background transitions

New trait option that reduces the frequency and gives additional context to Filipino expressions

Improved diary and stat notification layout

So Much More!

Added lots of new character art!

Added gameplay tips!

Lots of references to In Auctorem Credimus!

Roselyna is now approximately 20% more huggable!

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I've also updated the Trinkets & Secrets Guide, as well as the Twin Character Templates!

If you encounter any errors, or have any questions or feedback, feel free to send me an ask! I'll go through my ask backlog after I have recovered from the update.

I hope it was worth the wait! 😊

#dear diary we created a plot hole #ddwcaph #ddwcaph updates #amare #amare game #amare dev #if #if wip #if game #interactive fiction #interactive novel #interactive story #choicescript #dashingdon #chapter 4 #chapter 5

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candycandy00 · 1 year ago

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The Doll House - A Nanami x Reader Fanfic Part 2

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Read Geto’s Part Here!

Read Toji’s Part Here!

Read Sukuna’s Part Here!

Read Gojo’s Part Here!

Read Choso’s Part Here!

Note: Consider these parts AU’s within an AU. So you might see Geto with a different doll from the reader in his part, but just consider this an alternate timeline lol.

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. Daddy kink. Hair pulling. Oral sex. Fingering. Spanking (with belt). First time sex. Aftercare! Divider by @benkeibear!

There’s a battle raging inside you. On one side of the conflict, terror. There’s a man on top of you, his heavy, strong body pressing onto yours. You feel panic rising, and you struggle to beat it back down. On the other side of the conflict, thirst. This man is quite literally all your fantasies come to life. His shirt is halfway unbuttoned, revealing a perfectly toned chest, and his blonde hair is slightly mussed, falling in his intense eyes.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asks, the third time this afternoon. He wants to be absolutely positive you want this, bless him.

Earlier, you told him you were ready to have sex with him, to get your first time done and over with so you can move on with the training. Both of you view it as a bit of an annoyance to get through. You know you’ll be much more comfortable with the training once you’ve had sex once and know what to expect, and Nanami has outright told you that he dislikes sex with virgins.

“It’s too easy to hurt or embarrass or disappoint them,” he said. “They’re either scared, which is a turn off for me, or they have completely delusional romantic fantasies about it, which no one can ever live up to in reality.”

Personally, you’ve never had any expectations for your first time. You always assumed you’d be a virgin your whole life, considering your phobia. So you neatly fall into the first category: scared. The act of sex doesn’t scare you that much, but being so close and intimate with a man does. However, with Nanami, you think you can do it. He’s promised to be gentle with you, and you believe him, so now you’re in his bed, underneath him, your shirt and skirt discarded.

“I’m sure,” you tell him, raising up from the mattress to let him unhook your bra and pull it off your shoulders. His hands move softly over your breasts, only lightly squeezing the plump mounds. And then he’s sliding your panties down your hips and off your ankles. It’s embarrassing, but he agreed to your request for dim lighting, so you hope he can’t see every detail clearly.

He finishes unbuttoning his shirt, then pulls it off his shoulders. Now you’re regretting the lighting choice. From what you can see, he’s absolutely gorgeous. You can’t help gasping for air as he slides down the bed and spreads your legs apart, positioning his face right above your pussy. His fingers stroke your wet folds, then open them. In the semi-darkness, you only see his head dip down, and then you feel his tongue gliding over your clit.

Your hands grip the sheets as you cry out, your body shocked by the pleasure. He slowly pushes one finger inside you, gently pumping it in and out, giving you time to adjust to it. A few moments later, he inserts a second finger, his tongue still lapping at your clit. You’ve read enough smutty stories to know what he’s doing. He’s preparing you to take his cock. Of course he would make sure you’re slick and slightly stretched. He doesn’t want this to hurt.

Pain is the last thing on your mind as his thumb grazes over your clit, followed by his lips closing around it. Your back arches off the bed, one of your hands automatically moving to his head, where your fingers slide through his hair. Just when you’re on the verge of cumming, he suddenly stops and draws back. You whine at the loss of his mouth between your legs, but then you realize he’s sitting up on his knees, and lifting your hips up into his lap. You feel his tip touch your entrance, and panic wins the battle.

“Snowcone! Snowcone!”

He stops immediately and pulls back away from you. “Are you alright?”

You sit up and take a few deep breaths. “I just need a minute. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” he says. “Take all the time you need.”

You sit there for a few minutes, just breathing and calming yourself down. When you feel ready, you say, “Okay, let’s do it.”

He looks at you skeptically. “Are you certain?”

Oh no, he’s going to stop! You just wanted a moment to mentally prepare. Your body is totally ready! Your pussy is drenched. You’re very horny, and he basically edged you just now. You have to do something to show him how much you want this.

He’s glancing around for his discarded shirt as he says, “We could try again tomorrow or-“

You suddenly lie back on the mattress and part your legs. “Please fuck me, Daddy!”

His eyes widen, and then he’s on you again, his hands roaming all over your body, his mouth on your throat. Looks like you’ve figured out how to flip his switch! Instead of using the same position as before, he pushes your legs up, bending them at the knee, folding you in half. This pose leaves you extremely vulnerable, and you worry that you got him a little too riled up.

As you feel his tip at your entrance again, you look up at him with your most innocent expression and say, “Don’t forget to be gentle with me.”

He looks down at you with a heated gaze. “I’ll take good care of you,” he says. And then, you feel him slowly enter you.

He’s so careful, so gentle, watching your face for any signs of pain, but it doesn’t hurt. In fact it feels really good, the way his skin rubs against yours. But as he goes deeper, way deeper than you imagined a man could reach, you do feel your body stretching around him. For a moment, there’s discomfort, but it’s quickly replaced by pleasure as he kisses your mouth and gives a few shallow thrusts. The friction feels amazing, the angle making it so that he’s brushing across your sensitive clit.

You look up at his face, and it’s obvious that he’s holding back, not wanting to hurt you. His features are slightly strained, his jaw clenched, his eyes lusty, his muscles taut under his skin. You want to see that control of his slip, just a little. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull yourself closer to him so you can say into his ear, “You can be rougher with me. I can take it.”

He looks down at you, and you can see it in his eyes - he wants to absolutely rail you. But he’s too kind to do that, at least for now. He probably doesn’t want to make your fear of men worse. You’re not afraid of him though. Maybe every other man on earth, but not him. Not now, in this moment. “Please, Daddy,” you whine, and that seems to work. His thrusts become deeper, harder, and your grip on his neck tightens.

You cry out as he pushes into you more deeply than ever, and it strikes you that you couldn’t possibly be any closer to a man than this, with your bodies pressed together and him buried inside you. The friction against your clit is driving you wild, your body jerking with his movements. You clutch his neck, hiding your face in his shoulder as you finally climax, whimpering and shuddering.

His thrusts slow as you tremble against him, becoming even deeper, but more deliberate, more intimate, finally stopping with him completely inside you, as far in as possible. He goes still, waiting until your body recovers, letting you feel totally full of him. And then, once your trembling has stopped, he begins thrusting again, faster, a little rougher. Finally, you feel his cock twitch inside you, then his warm, thick cum shoot into the deepest parts of your body.

Afterwards, he pulls out slowly and climbs off of you, giving you space. He waits a few moments for you to catch your breath, then asks, “How do you feel?”

You’re too embarrassed to say “Fucking Amazing!” so you simply smile and say, “I feel good.”

He smiles back. “It didn’t hurt, did it?”

“No, not at all,” you tell him. Once, you read online that your first time doesn’t hurt if the man knows what he’s doing. Apparently Nanami does.

He lays down beside you and puts one arm around you, pulling you closer. A few days ago, this would have terrified you. Now, you just feel warm as you drift off to sleep curled up to his side.

******************

A few days later, Nanami is pulling a book from his shelf to read before bed when his doll approaches and stares at the perfectly arranged and displayed books, her eyes sweeping over the spines.

“You sure have a lot of books,” she says.

He’s heard that before. Many times. “Yes, I do,” he replies. “What about you? Do you like to read?” He’s already prepared for the answer. Most dolls he trains answer with some variation of, “I liked reading when I was a kid/teenager, but I never really have time anymore.” He doesn’t like that answer very much. If you like reading, you’ll make time somehow, even if you just read one book a year.

“I love reading!” she says, and he stifles a groan. The second most common answer he gets is this exact line. But further conversation almost always reveals that, no, they do not actually love reading. They simply said so because they thought it was the answer he wanted to hear.

He gives her a thin smile. “You do? What sorts of books do you like?” This is where the lie is normally revealed.

She points to a twelve book high fantasy series on his shelf - The Queen of Lake Frost. “This is actually one of my favorite series,” she says. “I’ve read every book at least ten times each!”

He looks from the books to her smiling face, surprised.

Before he can respond, she goes on. “Princess Rhoswen is my favorite character. I was really rooting for her to become the next queen, but I guess she wouldn’t have been happy on the throne.”

Wait, he’s heard this before, almost word for word. Then it hits him, the memory of a cold, snowy afternoon in high school, his best friend beside him, chattering about this book series. This friend was the reason Nanami even tried the books in the first place. Back then, he’d seen himself as “too good” for speculative fiction. But his friend loved adventurous fantasy stories, and convinced him to try this series in particular. Nanami had enjoyed them much more than he expected to, the pleasure increased by his friend excitedly discussing the books with him as he finished them.

He gives his doll a warm, genuine smile. “Rhoswen was my best friend’s favorite character too.”

She perks up. “Oh? They have good taste then!”

“Had,” he corrects. “He died in a car accident before we graduated. I can’t help thinking of him every time I read this.”

Her smile fades. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up any bad memories.”

“Oh no, all the memories are fond ones,” he says. Then he points to another fantasy series, one shelf down. “Have you read this one?”

She bends slightly to look at the title. “Yeah, I liked it too. I heard they’re making a movie based on it.”

They go through several more series, discussing each one briefly, and it’s almost like Haibara is there with him again, talking about his favorite scenes and characters. The doll gets really animated when discussing these books, her face glowing. Nanami thinks, in this moment, she’s very cute.

He finally finds a series she hasn’t read yet, The Stormlight Archive. “I’ve been meaning to try it,” she says, “I like a lot of other books by this author.”

Nanami pulls the first book in the series down from the shelf. “Would you like to read it while you’re here?”

She takes the offered book. “You don’t mind?”

“Of course not.”

She smiles brightly. “Thanks!”

That night before bed, when Nanami is sitting in his chair reading his chosen book, his doll is curled up in the chair across from him, her legs tucked under herself, the book open in her hands. He watches her face for a while, the different emotions crossing it telling him which parts she’s reading. He’s looking forward to discussing the book with her when she finishes.

**********************

Nearly two weeks into the training, you realize Nanami has yet to spank you.

During sex, or related activities, he often pulls your hair. You enjoy the sensation of his strong hand, firm but not harsh, gripping the strands, guiding your head where he wants it to be. But you’re so so so curious about how he would be when he’s mad, when you’ve been a bad girl and he needs to “punish” you. He’s always so kind and respectful to you, a perfect gentleman even when he’s holding your face up by your hair and covering it in his cum.

So you decide to test him, to be a bad girl for once and see how he reacts. The perfect opportunity presents itself one afternoon when he has to leave the Doll House to run an errand. He’ll be back in an hour, he tells you, and your plan clicks into place.

One of the very few rules he laid out for you was that you were not to pleasure yourself. Your pleasure should only come from him, as a reward for being good. So far, he hasn’t held out on you at all. He makes you cum multiple times per day. But what will he do when you break that simple rule?

You wait until it’s almost time for him to come back, then you get on the bed and open your legs. You’re so nervous you could die, but the thrill of it all urges you to go forward with your scheme. You slip your hand down the front of your shorts, under your panties, and begin touching yourself. The excitement and tension make it easy to become aroused, your fingers slick within seconds. And when you hear Nanami’s footsteps in the hall before the doorknob turns, you almost cum on the spot.

The door opens. Nanami walks through and closes it behind him, taking off his jacket in the process and not noticing you until he turns to face the bed. He stops suddenly, his eyes freezing on your prone form. You quickly stop, pulling your hand out of your shorts, acting like you’ve been caught, your body already quivering with excitement.

“I believe I explained the rules to you,” he says, his voice low, his eyes narrowing behind his glasses.

You can’t hold back a squeak of fear as you scramble out of bed. “I’m sorry! I just felt needy… and you were gone… so I couldn’t help myself.”

There’s a glimmer in his eyes. He knows exactly what you’re doing, knows you’re testing him, knows you want him to punish you. And he won’t disappoint you.

He loosens his tie as he says, “Get back on the bed, on your hands and knees. Face the headboard.”

You hesitate just a moment, your mind processing the command and where it’s going to lead. He gives you a look. The kind that says he’s in no mood for questions. So you climb back onto the bed and assume the position he described.

“Raise your ass higher,” he says, circling around to the foot of the bed. Then you feel his hands on you, pulling both your shorts and your panties down your hips and then yanking them off under your knees. You hear them fall to the floor somewhere behind you.

“Spread your knees apart,” he tells you, and you immediately comply, your face heating up. Nanami has seen you naked plenty of times, but something about this pose is extra embarrassing. With your ass in the air and your thighs spread, your pussy is practically on display. And considering how wet you are, it must be an incredibly lewd sight.

You hear the sound of him unbuckling his belt, and you turn your head to look back. “Face forward,” he says in a commanding voice. “Put your hands on the headboard, and don’t let go.”

The headboard is made of brass, with vertical bars all the way across. You grip two of them in your hands, your fingers trembling slightly. There’s a pause where nothing happens. No sounds, no sensations. It only makes the tension thicker. You want desperately to look behind you, to see what he’s doing, but you don’t dare.

Then, you feel his hand on you. His palm slides over your ass, gently, tracing your shape. His fingers ghost over your slick pussy, and you whimper, wishing he would rub you. His hand pulls away, and you hear what sounds like leather being gripped or twisted in his strong hands. Then, impact.

The belt hits your ass, crossing both cheeks. The leather stings, causing you to yelp and shudder, your grip on the brass bars tightening. Three more hits, and you can feel it: the soreness settling in. It’s not unbearable, but it does hurt. Fortunately, it hurts in a way that turns you on even more. When a hit gets particularly close to your pussy, you flinch and gasp.

He stops for a moment, his hand returning to your body to rub the raw flesh. His fingers slip down to your dripping cunt and slide between your folds, stroking your clit. You cry out, moaning and shaking, your hands nearly slipping from the headboard.

When he withdraws his hand again, you whine out, “Daddy, please!”

You hear his voice behind you. “Please what?”

You’re clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled. “Please… fuck me!”

Another hit with the belt comes suddenly across your ass, making you cry out again. You moan, arching your back. You’ve never wanted anything more than you want his cock inside you right now.

“I believe I told you that bad girls don’t deserve pleasure,” he says, moving around the bed, back to the other side. “And you’ve been a very bad girl.”

Another hit, this one striking you right across your exposed pussy, stinging the sensitive skin, making your whole body jolt and tears wet your eyes. “Ahhh! Please, Daddy… let me prove I can be a good girl for you!”

There’s another pause, then you hear his voice again, further away this time. “Alright then. Prove it.”

You hesitantly glance back, only to find him sitting in his chair, his shirt unbuttoned all the way down, his expensive-looking leather belt gathered in his hand. Oh fuck, he looks so hot. You let go of the brass bars, only then realizing that your hands are shaking. You calm yourself down and crawl off the bed. Your shirt isn’t long enough to cover anything below the waist, so you’re half naked as you walk over to him and drop to your knees.

Looking up at him with what you hope are bedroom eyes, you nuzzle your face against his crotch for a moment before opening his pants and pulling his raging erection free. It looms over your face, glistening. You waste no time wrapping your lips around it, pressing your tongue into the tip. You’ll show him how good you can be.

*******************

Nanami watches his doll greedily suck his cock, using every ounce of his willpower to remain cool and collected. In truth, he wants to take her to the bed and fuck her brains out, but he has to keep to his role. She wants a reaction from him, a “punishment”, and who was he to deny her?

He’s surprised by how good she’s gotten with her mouth in such a short time. He’s barely had to give her any coaching at all. Considering she’s never even touched a man before meeting him, it’s really quite impressive. For a while now he’s suspected that she watched a lot of porn before coming here. Sometimes she says or does things that seem odd from a woman who has always been terrified of men. Not that Nanami is complaining.

Presently, his cock is halfway down her tight little throat as she gags around it, saliva and precum smeared all over her pretty face. He holds out as long as he can, but eventually his own desire wins out. He gently pushes her back and stands up, pulling her to her feet and leading her back to the bed. He bends her over it, softly pushing her face-first onto the mattress, her feet still on the floor.

With one hand, he caresses her red-striped ass, his fingers grazing over the places where the belt hit her. He’s always careful with how much pressure he applies with the belt, never enough to do any damage but always enough to sting. These marks will be gone in a few days, as if they were never there to begin with, but for now, they make an alluring image.

Her pussy is dripping wet, her arousal gliding down her thighs. In one fluid motion, he buries himself inside her, so deep that she gasps and clenches around him. She feels incredible, so soft and warm and wet. Her moans and cries are so sweet to his ears. After just a few thrusts, she’s trembling with pleasure, crying as she clutches the sheets in her hands, finally cumming.

He fucks her through her orgasm, his hand automatically squeezing her plump ass, making her jerk slightly. Damn, he forgot she’s probably sore. He massages her gently instead, until she’s making cute little mewling sounds. All of it is enough to make him cum as well, filling her up until he’s completely emptied himself inside her.

Once finished, he pulls out and then rolls her over onto her back. She’s still wearing a T-shirt, white with some sort of cartoon character on it. She pants as she looks up at him, her face hot and streaked with tears. He hopes they’re tears of pleasure.

“Are you alright?” he asks her, taking one of her hands and pulling her up so that she’s sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” she replies, and he notices that she’s still a little shaky. This isn’t a totally uncommon response to a first “punishment” session, even when the doll he’s training intentionally provokes him. But considering her phobia, it does concern him to see her looking so frightened.

“Do you mind if I sit with you?”

She seems surprised by the question, but he doesn’t want to invade her space without warning if she’s feeling afraid of him.

“Sure,” she says, and he sits on the bed beside her.

“Did I scare you?”

She shakes her head. “No, not at all. It was just a little intense. I enjoyed it though.”

He’s relieved to hear it. “I’m glad. Are you okay with doing it again, if the opportunity presents itself?”

She gives him a small grin. “You mean if I’m bad again?”

He grins back, happy to see that she’s back to her normal self, no longer shaking. “Yes, that’s what I mean.”

She seems a little shy as she leans over onto him, placing her head on his shoulder. “I’d like to do it again. But now I have to think of things to do to make you mad.”

He wraps an arm around her. “Don’t go overboard. You want to be able to sit in a chair at some point, don’t you?”

She laughs, then snuggles closer to him, looking satisfied. He’s trained many beautiful women over the past few years, but none have made him feel so content just to be near them, none have made him feel the way she does. He tries to ignore the feelings. He needs to be professional. He owes it to her to take his job seriously and prepare her for her role as a doll.

But right now, he just wants to have her by his side.

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